#currently working on cheater's draft

[godnectar]

[loudclan-clangen]

(I thought of something funny)

Whenever Owlstar comes back to camp from solo walks, there's just this giant banner at the entrance reading "Welcome Back, Cheater."

Slitsplash swears they didn't put it up, but appreciates whoever did it.

Meanwhile, Fiercestripe is smirking in the background. (She did it)

They’re throwing him a party!

(˃̣̣̥▽˂̣̣̥) These asks all flow together so well I genuinely cannot tell if they are multiple people or just one person who is SO PISSED. Made my night to see these all come in at about 2am. If Owlstar has 100 haters im one of them, if Owlstar has 1 hater it's me, if Owlstar has no haters im dead.

I do! It was actually incredibly comical from my perspective because Eklutna showed up, did fuck all for 5 moons, got pregnant, then promptly died giving birth, to which i went "aw, that sucks" clicked on her kits, and SAW THAT THIER DAD WAS THE LEADER, SOMETHING THAT I DID NOT KNOW COULD HAPPEN. Eklutna didn't even have any romantic like for him, to my recollection, and Owlstar had like maybe a single tick for her? It was really just lucky rng I guess. Owl and Silt actually didn't break up in the game at all, in my original draft for the story, when i was just writing notes as i played, Siltsplash was a lot more... okay with it? Like they were pissed but their personality was a lot more demure so they didn't act on anything really. The exact quote from the draft was: "I won’t lie to you. I’m angry. Starclan, I’m more than angry, I’m furious. I have half the mind to tell you to leave and never come back.” They paused, seeing Owlstar deflate and taking some slight, bitter satisfaction in it before continuing, “But that wouldn’t be fair to those kits. They didn’t ask to be born, much less to you. They deserve to have a family, or as much of it as they are able to have, and starclan help me we’re in this together." It certainly fit with what I knew about them then, but given my ability to look forward and see future events, I decided that a break up made more sense.

Don't be sorry! I am not currently in artfight, I'm considering it but I wouldn't be able to be very active due to school, and I don't want to take another break from this blog so soon after my last, so it's not very high up on my list of priorities. I'm kinda casually working on refs for the more popular characters, so there's a chance I'll get those done and join a team, especially if it's something you guys want me to do. If that happens I'll be sure to let you guys know! I am now in art fight! I gave into peer pressure again. (In a good way).

I don't think even Silt knew. Siltsplash was OUT of it after their conversation with Owlstar, (see: the Eklutna hallucination), and they probably didn't even know where they were headed until they reached the nursery. But after setting eyes on the kits, Siltslpash knew that there was only one option. Yes, they "took the kids in the divorce" but truly they weren't thinking about revenge. They just saw kids who needed something that they could provide.

In terms of writing, though, since I have hundreds of moons of foresight, it was a total bait and switch. I needed to make sure that people had a reason to come back after the break and any comic with kittens in it usually gets a lot of attention, so it was a "marketing" decision to split up the moon the way that I did, in order to make sure that there wasn't too bad of a fall off in interaction for the blog.

In game Eklutna had an affair with Owlstar, died giving birth, and the "died giving birth" event overwrote the "reveal affair" event so technically, in game Owlstar didn't reveal the affair... ever? (Though I had written in my notes that he told Siltsplash who took them as their own). Story wise, Owlstar hadn't planned to tell anyone until the kits started asking about who their father was. Then he would tell them, and would probably reveal it to the clan when they earned their names and were able to become deputy. But, when Eklutna died all that went out the window. For all his faults, Owlstar is not a bad dad, and he would never leave his kits orphaned, even if it would get him in a lot of trouble to do so. He really does care for them, and he feels terrible about how much he's screwed up their lives so far.

He did bad, deitycrows, he did bad. He cheated on his mate and then his affair partner died in childbirth so he's not very popular rn, I've got to be honest.

I don't think it helps at all but, Owlstar did really genuinely like Eklutna! Now, was that because she never opposed him on anything and flattered him with adoring compliments at every opportunity? Possibly. But the "Starclan said" thing was honestly just more of an excuse for him. He woulda had an affair anyway, he just wouldn't have intentionally had kits with her.

:) Eklutna liked... the power that Owlstar held. She liked that he was chosen by Starclan to lead the clan, she liked that his kits are meant to inherit the position of leadership, and she liked that as the mother of his kits she would have a lot of control over both him and the leader after him. As far as his personality... he's kinda a clown but she could live with that.

To be frank: The order of inheritance is ABSOLUTELY FUCKED. If Eklutna had lived, it would be easy. She would take over as deputy until one of the kits was old enough to hold the position. But, since she's dead and Owlstar's only heirs are literal infants, as their adoptive parent Siltsplash is still the deputy for now. What happens when the kits reach adulthood is kinda up for debate. As Owlstar's closest descendant, Songkit should be deputy upon earning his warrior name, BUT Siltsplash is very much against that plan, and the kits might not want to go against their most attentive parent. So the very unhelpful answer is: We have to wait and see what the characters decide.

Thank you so much! I love to hear from first time viewers and see what you guys think of the characters! I'm glad that the dialogue worked so well and Eklutna definitely has Sol vibes! You look at both of them and go "in what world would this plan work the way you wanted it to???"

[666anxiety666]

what I'm currently working on!

so I thought id just give ya'll a list of my current drafts. 1. so you guys know what to expect in the next few weeks. (maybe less) and 2. so the people have submitted requests knows their stuff id being worked on 😭 i also might start doing this when i have a shit tone of requests. again also i might start adding summaries to my fic's.

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in no particular order:

Started

I've got ya. Lee!Daisuke Ler!swansea. Swansea giving Daisuke cheer up tickles after Daisuke finds himself anxious after the Tulper takes off.

Sore loser. Lee!Anya Ler!Daisuke. Anya is pissed after Daisuke wins board game night for the fifth time in a row. so Daisuke has to cheer her up somehow.

Tickle monster! Lee!Daisuke Ler!Swansea. Daisuke pisses Swansea off yet again. Swansea takes matters into his own hands.

Cheater! Pt2 Lee!Daisuke and Anya Ler!Curly. Curly wants revenge.

Wakey Wakey! Lee!Y/N Ler!Daisuke. Y/N refuses to wake up, Daisuke has to take matters into his own hands.

I hate you... Lee!Jimmy Ler!Curly. Jimmy is being his usual grouchy self after a game of Mario cart. Curly has to cheer him up somehow.

Yet to start

Stardew valley headcanons.

Lee!Y/N x Ler!Curly

Soap x Ghost tickle fight

Lee!Y/N x Ler!Soap

Maybe more Lee!Curly (probably) 👀

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Again, sorry, these are taking so long, guys. I've just had a lot going on as of recent. But I have two weeks free, so I'll try to get through as many as I can. 🙏 I really appreciate the requests I get, so thank you. 💙

[complicatcd]

NAME: henry james monroe.

NICKNAME(S): monroe, brick wall, hen, henny, tree.

BIRTHPLACE: south burlington, vermont.

OCCUPATION: retired hockey player, owner of the penalty box.

AGE & BIRTHDAY: thirty8. october 31.

ZODIAC: scorpio.

GENDER IDENTITY: cis man.

ROMANTIC / SEXUAL ORIENTATION: hetereoromantic, hetereosexual.

CURRENT NEIGHBORHOOD: lakeside.

TIME IN WOODSIDE: one year.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: infidelity.

henry monroe was the second born of franklin and allison monroe. his father was a mechanic and his mother was a school teacher. there was nothing overly exceptional about the family, other than their love and support.

growing up, each child took an interest in something different. his oldest sister had taken a love to little league baseball, while henry found comfort on ice. his father swears that the first time he stepped onto it, it was like henry was meant to be there, but that’s not what the old camcorder video show.

what was a hobby turned into something more when he was old enough to hold a stick without tipping over it. it didn’t take long for him to realize his talent had come from his father. according to the photo of the championship team hung up in the high school, his dad was somewhat of a local legend. it was a lot to live up to, but he did his best.

there was a time where everyone compared him to his father. the expectations were set high and while the pressure weighed down on him, he never caved. that dedication led him to being recruited by the university of minnesota. it was his time there that he fell in love with more than just a sport.

this relationship lasted well past his college career. in fact, he proposed on draft night after getting picked up by the philadelphia flyers. everything was perfect at first. the move was smooth, their worlds aligned perfectly. he was happy and in love, but things fell apart over time. the fame of the game began getting to him. he was no longer in a rush to get home and there were whispers of infidelity, but it was never true. he was a lot of things, but he wasn’t a cheater. however, his marriage ended when another woman answered his phone on a night out with the team. after that, his wife filed for divorce and he didn’t have the heart or courage to challenge it.

as if his things couldn’t have gotten worse, a couple of weeks later he was alerted that he would be a part of a trade agreement. he would be going to nashville. while there, he didn’t make any waves, but he lived up to the bachelor lifestyle up until he got yet another call. he would be traded once more to the detroit red wings.

this trade was different. it would be his last trade while in the league. he was a desired defenseman and the money was well worth the move to yet another state and team. it was in detroit where henry finished his career at the age of thirty-seven years old.

what few people know about him is that he's always loved to cook. in fact, it was a running team joke whenever "family" dinners were nothing more than henry putting a meal together for the whole team. it was during his second season with the red wings that he developed the idea for the penalty box, a sports bar and grill offering a variety of food and drink options. even before he retired, henry began putting together his plans.

it's his first season off the ice and the penalty box is still working out the kinks of being a new sports bar and grill within woodside heights. it's hockey themed and has weekly specials on rotation.

Pontential Connections:

bar patrons. pretty general! they could be a hockey fan, or maybe they're just coming by to check out the menu that henry puts on rotation, or the drink specials.

the og patron. this is someone that was present on opening night and pretty much drops in frequently. they've become good friends. henry knows what they like and all too often, slips them a drink on the house for being a supporter.

fan or not. hockey is an intense sport and after fifteen (plus a couple of years) in the league... he's bound to have made some fans and enemies out of people he's never met.

coffee mix up. simple, but fun! henry's guilty pleasure is an overly sugary coffee drink. on a packed morning, either he grabs your muse's drink or they grab his and needless to say, they're both a bit surprised. where they go from there is to be plotted!

[knights-of-venus-if]

Hello. Loved the demo. Especially cuz it's mecha😁

Would you be willing to give sort of a roadmap for the game. What can we expect to see further. Like features or mechanics that have yet to be introduced?

Congrats.

Sure, although I’ll have to throw a big “THIS IS NOT FINAL AND COULD BE SUBJECT TO CHANGE AT ANY POINT” flag on things so, be disclaimed all ye who enter here.

That said, I’m planning a semi-episodic structure, at least at first. My plan, such as it is, is to have discrete missions in the field for various employers, followed by downtime at base, followed by missions in the field, etc. At least at first, no telling how your merc’s life might get shaken up 😉 Currently for what I’m calling “Chapter 1” (no I’m not sure how many chapters there will be per se, although I do know how the plot will go. It’s just a matter of how much meat I attach to that skeleton) there are two missions that the player can take in either order, followed by a bossfight of sorts. I’m probably going to release these one at a time as their done, just because putting out more updates makes me feel better, even if they’re shorter than a massive multi-mission one.

As for mechanics I’ve coded up a little loadout system. Currently I have four weapons that you can take with two slots, which determine what stat (personal and mech) checks are available to you. That combined with simple positioning and other tactics (don’t set yourself up at range with only a pile-driver, or use a sniper if you can’t shoot for shit) will determine how the fights and missions go. For the filthy cheaters out there this is fairly easily modded, if you want to bring all the weapons you can just tick all the variables on after you launch for your mission. One thing I’m mulling over is how exactly your pay works. My current draft has you just getting raw currency you can spend, but I’ve also considered abstracting it away to “upgrade points” or some such. I think I’d like to let the MC spend their blood money on frivolities and cosmetics though, so a cash pile is best for that.

One last thing to mention is augmentation. My current plan is to have an opportunity to improve your skills naturally every few chapters up to a human cap of 5, with the opportunity to go beyond that cap and upgrade more frequently by purchasing augments that improve your performance (this can include literal performance enhancing drugs). I’d like to include the option to forgo it entirely as a sort of “hard mode”, and to discuss the consequences of leaning on it too hard, but the game will likely end up balanced around the player indulging at least a little bit.

Thanks for the ask, hope that’s what you were looking for!

[laladellakang]

OMGG i'm so honored that you will let me see the draft of you futur post if I want to and OFC i want to you're like one of my fav author/writer on tumblr so why i would not want to see one of your draft ?! Like really i'm currently so shocked ��🥹 i love youuuuu ( and Lala too ofc my girl ) 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

OKAY SO HERE IT IS, MAJORRR FIC SPOILER AND ITS SO SO BAD IM SO NOT PROUD OF IT. IT MAKES NOOOO SENSE (i mean it does but doesnt at the same time) but it was your birthday yesterday and i really wanted to give you a gift. please look forward to the revised and BETTER ver of this soon! 🤍

contains: angst. mentions of cheating (mainly jay)

The world is fucking different. 

Something is off, and I can sense it. Everything just feels strange.

Today, I went to campus for a lecture and ended up accidentally falling asleep in class. No big deal, right? It's not like it hasn't happened before.

The big deal was how odd everything was when I left the room.

I was supposed to be picked up by the car and taken home, but after waiting for ten minutes, there was no sign of it. 

I tried calling our driver, but the call got disconnected. I attempted to reach out to Sungho and Yunji, but their calls were disconnected too. I even tried calling every manager contact on my phone, but nothing worked. Plus it's not like I don't have any signal, it just wouldn't connect for some reason. Something about the numbers not existing.

I decided to take a taxi, hoping it wouldn't cause any trouble. But even the ride home felt odd. Seoul looked... different.

I texted the boys that I was on my way with a taxi and that I feel a bit off. I didn't get a reply or a single read, not even from Jungwon.

But it's whatever! I just wanna get home and cuddle with whoever's free.

Taking a deep breath, I entered the dorm using the combination.

My heart sank as soon as I stepped in.

Female shoes. Ones that are definitely not mine.

Nausea overcame me, and my breathing became heavy as tears welled up.

No. Della, don't. You trust them. She could be anyone. No one is cheating on you.

What if it's a sasaeng? Is someone breaking into our– no. Most, if not all, of the boys should be home. They would have done something if someone had broken in.

It can't be a relative either, as we would have informed the group beforehand.

Then who is she?

"I'm home," I managed to say in a normal voice, trying to hold back the tears.

I heard panicked shuffling and quickly wiped away stray tears before they could see me.

You're strong, Kang Della. Don't show any weakness or insecurity to whoever this person is.

And there she was, someone I had never met or seen before.

She had made herself at home, wearing loungewear and her hair styled in a messy up-do.

Her eyes were wide, mirroring my previous vulnerability, and her breathing was heavy.

And she was stunning. Her freshly-dyed blonde hair contrasted with my midnight black one. She was tall (though not as tall as me, judging by how high she reached the shoe rack), with a small face, big eyes, and plump lips.

Honestly, she reminded me of myself, but in a different font or something. I don't think she's Korean.

"Who are you, and how did you find out where we live?" she asked me fearfully. "How did you know the passcode?"

Wow.

Just wow.

I know that in situations like this (or at least what it's looking like), the blame should mainly fall on the cheater rather than the person they cheated with.

But she just referred to my home as hers. Ain't no fucking way.

"Where YOU live?" I scoffed, licking the inside of my cheek. "I'm sorry– who are you, and why are YOU here?"

That's when I noticed she was wearing my favorite Jay-shirt. It felt like my heart was being crushed, and I could feel the symptoms of a panic attack creeping up.

My sweet Jay. Earlier today, he woke me up and told me I was the most beautiful woman in the world. How lucky he felt to have me. His eyes showed sincerity. Was it all a lie? How can someone so lovely be so cruel?

"I live here. Who are you, and how did you know the passcode?" she responded, a bit more sternly. What the hell?

"This is Enhypen's dorm. I live here," I said, surprised that she didn't recognize me, even though she's dating a member of my group.

Shit. That stings. Park Jongseong fucking cheated on me.

Confusion crossed her face, and she was about to say something when we were interrupted by more shuffling.

We both turned and saw an angry Heeseung.

"What are you doing here? How did you get in?" he said sternly, pulling her behind him to protect her.

Heeseung too? My protective Heeseung who got angry at the other members if they left me unsupervised after my injury.

Now he's protecting her instead of me?

My heart started pounding, and it became harder to breathe.

"Heeseung-oppa?" I said in a small voice, feeling incredibly betrayed.

"Who are you?! Get out of our house before we call the police!" he raised his voice at me. The boys had never spoken to me like that before, especially not in such a harsh tone.

"I live here! Lee Heeseung, what are you saying?!" my voice shook as a few tears escaped.

More commotion followed, and this time all seven members appeared. Even Jake, who I could see peeking from the side of the wall.

Is he... afraid of me?

My Jake who was scared of the girls in I-Land but became so comfortable with me that his golden retriever personality came out. Now he barely wants to see me?

"You don't live here. Who are you?" Jungwon stepped forward. My Jungwon. Enhypen's leader who is ready to protect everyone despite being maknae.

But why isn't he protecting me?

"I—" the sight of all my boyfriends turning against me and defending this girl became too much. I could feel myself starting to hyperventilate, and a panic attack was on the verge of consuming me.

Shit. I haven't had a panic attack in so long and the fact that my lovers are the ones to trigger it is insane. Everything was perfect just this morning– what happened?

"Breathe. Take your time," Oh my Sunghoon. So incredibly precious. Always reassuring and giving me reminders since day one.

"Sunghoon," Heeseung scolded.

"She's going to have a panic attack! How can she explain anything?" Sunghoon reasoned. "Niki, get her some water."

"No, Niki. She should leave. Now," Sunoo said firmly. "I'm calling the police." My Sunoo, our sunshine. We've had our squabbles, but I've never been this scared of him. Now I understand what people mean when they say he has an intimidating face.

"Wait, wait. What's your name?" Riki asked. "Calm down a bit. Tell us how you got in," he approached me and gently rubbed my shoulder. I tend to forget that he's still so young since he hates when I remind him of our slight age gap. My Riki is too pure sometimes. He's doing this when I'm a stranger to them. 

Wait.

It suddenly hit me.

Shit, why didn't my brain work faster?

I'm a stranger to them. They don't know who I am.

It breaks my heart but I should at least introduce myself so that they know I'm not a threat.

I TOLD YOU THE WORLD IS FUCKING DIFFERENT.

"Jay-hyung, call the police," Riki switched languages, probably to ensure that I don't understand.

"Wait! Don't call!" my eyes widened, instinctively grabbing Riki's wrist. "I'm not a crazy fan, I swear!"

"Let go of him," everyone said in unison.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hold him. It was a reflex," I let go and took a deep breath. "My name is Kang Della. I'm a member of Enhypen."

"I'm sorry, what?" Sunoo scoffed. "We only have two female members in our team."

Two?

"What the fuck is happening with the world?" I couldn't help but chuckle humorlessly. "Have I gone insane?"

"Answer us– what do you mean you're a member of Enhypen?" Jungwon asked.

"Did I do that thing from Everything, Everywhere, All at Once?" I leaned against the wall, clutching my aching head. "Just give me a second."

I have officially gone insane.

Even if I did 'multiverse hopped' or whatever you call it, I have officially gone insane. My head fucking hurts.

"Can you please answer us?" Jake asked in a softer voice.

"My name is Kang Della. I was born on March 16, 2003. I'm from Seongbuk-gu, and in 2020, I participated in a survival show called I-Land," I looked up at their faces, hoping to see some recognition. Some looked in disbelief, while others seemed slightly annoyed.

"I made it into the final lineup of Enhypen. Seven boys, two girls. It was you seven plus me and Alice, but Alice left shortly after, so I was the only girl," my eyes welled up with tears at the thought of them not remembering me after everything we went through. "I live here. This dorm has been my home for almost three years. I was attending a class in university, and suddenly I came home to... to this."

"You expect us to–" Heeseung was about to say something when she cut him off. She moved closer to me, looking me in the eye. "Mila–"

"Do you have any proof?" she asked softly.

I maintained eye contact as I pulled out my phone. I let out a shaky breath when I looked at the screen for my Face ID.

The lock screen displayed a picture of us, my Enha.

I opened the gallery app, and a few tears escaped my eyes. I flinched slightly when Mila's hand reached out to wipe them away.

"Take your time," she assured me. Damn, she's sweet too. She seems perfect.

"Thank you," I whispered. My thumb hovered over the photo album labeled 'my forever.' I know I'm being dramatic but all I kept thinking was 'will I ever return to my world again?' "Here you go," I handed her my phone.

I watched as she scrolled through the pictures, but quickly adverted my gaze to the floor. I really wanna go home. I'm surrounded by my comfort people but they're not my comfort people.

"Guys.. These are actually you..." Mila turned around to show the seven. "And it's not even a look alike, it's definitely you. This is the company building," Jay took the phone out of her hands to have a closer look.

I saw him tap on a certain video and Shout Out started playing. That's when I couldn't take it anymore. Again.

I broke down. A full on panic attack.

"Oh my God," Mila wrapped her arms around me. "Let's get you inside. Niki, get her water."

Hearing Shout Out made me think of four things at the same time;

1. How the hell am I gonna go home and how long will it take.

2. I'm all alone in this world/universe/whatever this is.

3. I'm surrounded by people who look and are practically my soulmates, but they're not mine.

4. I guess we're not together in every universe after all. I know it's probably impossible and that the guys were just reassuring me for the sake of it, yet it still stings. This is a reality check.

[doorsclosingslowly]

1, 4, 14, 17?

1 Have you written scenes (sex or otherwise) that actually made you feel uncomfortable, and how did you deal? To be honest when I'm writing--- or even when I'm reading in an analytical mindset--- there are so many layers of word choice and paragraph construction and scene construction and unstated motivations and character assumptions and themes and what vocabulary the narrator would use, that i am reallly insulated from the emotional impact of it all. I'm not experiencing anything, I'm building it.

Things that I potentially find upsetting in that mindset is for example whether i'm through making the fictional world work a certain way advance a view of how the real world works that i find reprehensible & in that case I'll deal by figuring out how the world actually works and how to portray that. If that's too abstracted--- since i've done a ton of research on torture and that's a topic i care about not writing in a reductive and pro-torture way, let's use that. writing a scene in which a character tortures another and gets the right information rests on a lot of assumptions on how the world works that are not given in most torture cases acc to research, because it's basically working backwards: this guy has the info, how do we get it out of him bc that needs to happen narratively. In real life however this is complicated by facts like, mostly the torture victim is just a person the torturer *thinks* is guilty and they will say things because they're in pain in the hope it will stop. The torturer has no magic knowledge of the truth--- they can't know what thing said is true and whether their victim knows a thing. But in fiction writing the author knows both and it's easy to, just by the omniscience of writing, make torture an effective tool (not getting into deskilling of torturers, breakdown of trust, stress impact on memory etc etc here this is long enough)

4 Do you write in public? Like where people can see your screen? I used to write in public more but that was bc I spent more time out and about, now I'm just kind of a hermit. I've written body horror on the desktop pc in the uni library in full view I don't really care. I often print out drafts and go over them in biro too and I don't really hide that I'm revising a text there too.

14 What’s your favourite way to emotionally destroy your favourite character? I would say, I generally let canon do it and just heighten the destruction by really imagining how it would feel and impact them. But I kind of feel like a cheater bc I'm currently castrating Gríma Wormtongue. So, nonconsensual body change too.

17 If you could steal one fic from any other writer and claim it as your own, what would you take? Honestly what I love about fic is that everyone is bringing their own obsessions and lives into their work and I could never write the stories I love most, just as I don't think anyone else could write my fic. I don't care much about acclaim or comment number go up anymore either, just interaction. I don't want to claim anyone's fic.

... unless that means I get to rewrite it a bit because ok, this is not about my favourite of all time but still a fic I'm very fond of but frustrated by in one aspect. It's a LOTR isekai het orc romance don't judge me but anyway, the young woman from our world meets a young orc and falls in love and has the MOST piv centric het idea of sex I swear, only putting the dick in the vadge counts and like, you have no birth control and you're fighting sauron!! just finger each other. stripteases. anything. please. i really like the fic and the growing attraction between the two but their only options are not chaste little kiss and vaginal penetration

Thank you!

[m1ckeyb3rry]

That answers my question I just completely forgot to send it in omfg I CANNOT let myself get distracted while replying anymore I literally like almost deleted this note thinking I already sent it in goodbye.

But anyways….……

LMFAOOO THANK YOU I APPRECIATE THE SUPPORT!!! You’ll be the first to know if I ever actually start using it HAHA honestly you’d probably end up answering some boomer like tumblr questions of mine bc I’m ngl why’s there sm on this platform HAHA now that I think about it though I straight up just don’t post anywhere maybe I should start changing that…..

NO SO TRUE because I just KNOW they’re picking the juiciest stories like I’m not scrolling through that subreddit myself HAHA

Just doing my part for the Karasu community!!! Gotta kick start it somewhere yk hopefully I’m inspiring people to talk and request Karasu more often!!!! LMAO wait that’s actually kinda crazy though HAHAHA I guess the Hiori requester sniffed out your secret side character vibes before I did smh….lowk that is interesting though?? Ok my thought process was definitely 1) ok she knows Kaiser so she’s def read the manga 2) she has no character limits so I’m just gonna shoot my shot (it worked out in the best possible way omg) I’ve def seen blogs that only write for the main characters ****itoshis but a good amount of them do out only a specific handful of characters in their request rules….wait actually pause I think the main tipping point for me is actually when I ended up reading cherry tree and was like no fucking way Karasu mention??? Time to test the waters because I kid you not I loved the way you did cherry tree but I was also so fucking hooked on the Karasu cameo I was like oh em gee….karasu mention and HE TALKS?? Guys….so yeah!! Actually that also jogs my memory and clears up my own thoughts of how I first found you (again…??) my memory’s kinda bad if you couldn’t tell HAHAHA

Ok……Mira really trying to solidify the shower evidence…sus…/j

THATS WHAT IM SAYING HAHAHAAH ok but like I was a little surprised that they were the color scene I thought it would’ve been some Kaiser Isagi Rin looking thing with maybe mini side characters in the bg kinda like your current header! Stop did we just manifest ego glow up too??

That’s funny because I also haven’t watched but ik what you’re talking about because I remember seeing people freak out over it LMAOOO BUT FR omg shin ah so gorgeous??? Also omfg you’re so right??? The side by side of Hak and hair down zantetsu….the resemblance is uncanny….but FR S2 being my real male leads into the spotlight please….

Tbh I don’t have high hopes for the fandom but we’ll know in our hearts that Karasu is just a closeted sweetheart loser!!! Ok the Nagi cheater allegations and red flags are actually INSANE like how tf??????????? I seriously have no idea what people are on do you think bro even has the energy to cheat……

LMAOO you’re giving them a reality check on everyone’s behalf we thank you for your service o7

Honestly pop off LMAOO like who’s gonna go challenge your parents sooo also wtf????!!!! BRO DID WHAT???!!!! wtf I literally have no words what the helllllllll glad you’re safe now but omg I hope you never have to experience something like that again….um wdym you have more stories like that??????????? Idk if you’ve ever seen those wild tiktok sponsored posts of like this weird pheromone attractive perfume I think you need creep repellent you’re rizz is too strong…..wtf…..also ENJOY SWITZERLAND!!!!!

But omg another storm shshshs stay safe??? Manifesting your electricity holds up from now on HAHA I’d imagine there aren’t storms in Switzerland rn so….

-Karasu anon

LMAOO no i always get so distracted that ‘save draft’ button is my savior when it comes to answering asks but ik you can’t really do that when sending them 😭 if i ever take more than like a day to respond without explanation feel free to send a check-in ask because that means i’m either being unprecedented levels of offline or i just didn’t get it/see it!!

tumblr takes soo long to get a hang of i will be happy to answer any boomer questions of yours as i probably had the same questions when i first began using the app!! i will always be here for the reveal if/when it comes

i guess the side character vibes i give off are too strong…also hiori made a cameo in cherry tree alongside otoya and karasu so they might’ve made a similar journey as you LMAOAO especially because they mentioned in the request that they had read and liked cherry tree!! that’s so funny that that fic (which i wrote for the most basic character ever) is what led to side character fans finding me!! omg no because tbh there was no reason for karasu to be the one talking in that scene but i was starving and desperate to write him and i thought he could pull it off and now i’m so glad i did that!! and yeah a lot of people tend to only write for a few characters which i think is fair because i 100% get being uncomfortable writing for characters you’re unfamiliar with 🧐 me personally though…if i’m in a fandom there’s not a character in it I WON’T write for!! if i’m too unfamiliar with them i’ll just do research until i feel decent abt it (that’s what i did for the hiori request hehe read and reread his ln + wiki until i was like “okay i think i can do this”)

I SHOWER I PROMISE I SHOWER (not clickbait!!)

maybe this means the NEL arc is ending soon?? like they’re putting all of the coaches in the color spread because we won’t see them again for a while…honestly i really liked this (much more exciting than the last epinagi one) and i’m happy it wasn’t the kaiser + isagi + rin combo again!! all of the coaches are really interesting to me as they all show diff pitfalls of professionals sports (chris + vanity, snuffy + depression/burnout, loki + selfishness, lavinho + immaturity iirc?? and noa + being boring af /j) honestly i could read a spinoff abt all of them too!! and omg ego glow up too…we sensed the vibes in the air and we knew egonation was about to RISE

SHINAH MY BELOVEDDD omg i actually once started a fic for him that was the precursor for hurricanes / hummingbirds in many ways and i still think abt it sometimes but like the fandom for yotd is so nonexistent that i never got the motivation to finish it!! but i think i answered an ask abt it as part of a tag game once here if you’re in the mood for some mira writing while waiting for bfb!! no but the resemblance between zantetsu and hak is uncanny omg team v trio is actually team shoujo trio all of them look like they deserve to be male leads…zantetsu in a historical fantasy shoujo, nagi in a high school slice of life but also mental health focused shoujo, and reo in a ceo romance shoujo SKDJFHS they’re all so bf i love them

we will always know the truth abt karasu and that’s what matters 😩 no because i need to know…do the nagi cheater/red flag (which are unrelated to his laziness) allegations stem from him “leaving” reo during second selection?? because if so that’s insane to me there’s such a difference between joining a different soccer team and cheating on your romantic partner 😭 in epinagi even reo himself acknowledges that he SHOULD be happy for nagi and nagi is so ‘no thoughts head empty’ about it LKDFJGNS bro fr was putting the pieces together like isagi…”play soccer with isagi -> get better at soccer -> win world cup with reo 😄” HOW IS THIS A RED FLAG???

LMAOOO it’s so bad i feel like looking back my time in high school just sounds unreal?? i sent a picture of my eye to another guy i was friends with (in the same friend group as the other two ironically) to show him my new mascara and no joke he responded with an entire verse comparing my eyes to “the heavens” 😭⁉️ and there was also a point in my senior year when i kinda liked a junior on the soccer team (so bfb reader of me but like. reversed.) but for some reason everyone shipped me with the captain of the soccer team?? like people would harass my FRIENDS asking if i liked him…meanwhile i liked mr junior varsity who didn’t even get playtime 😓 it was so bad too i went to a soccer game and everyone thought i was attending to watch the captain, INCLUDING THE GUY I WAS INTO 😐 i went up to congratulate him after the game and bro fr said “did you see the captain play he was amazing” i just left at that point because what can you even do…these are relatively tame in terms of mira lore sadly KJSHGHDFK this is why i have never had a boyfriend or first kiss or anything like that 💔 they’re all CRAZY 😱

SWITZERLAND SOON!! unfortunately my dreams of finishing bfb before my flight are definitely not coming true sooo ig i know what i’m doing for the entire plane ride!! hopefully the lack of distractions will help me finish it up and then i can just proofread in my downtime and hopefully post at some point soon…feel like i’ve been teasing you all for so long but i promise it will be long enough to make the wait worth it (i hope anyways)

[rose-lord-of-simps]

How Long

Inspired by How Lomg by Charlie Puth.

Warning: Cheater MC! Crying Asmo!

Asmo x Cheater MC! Implied and not so implied sexual content!

Gender neutral MC!

I had this idea years ago, started it, and lost the draft.

SUFFER.

You and Asmodeous had been dating for a few months now, and everything was practically paradise!

Asmo loved to take you on lavish dates to spoil you, or aethstetically pleasing dates like cute picnics or spa days. He didn’t settle for anything less than the best for you.

He couldn’t settle for less because it was you.

Gorgeous, intelligent, perfect, wonderful you.

And you wanted a romantic relationship with him. Asmo had a lot of confidence in his physical appearance but you looked past all this and truly liked him for who he was.

This was a fact almost too hard for Asmo to fathom.

But he did.

He trusted you to tell him the truth.

To never sue him for his body, unless it was consensual of course, and to come talk to him if you had an issue.

It was another blissful day like all the others Asmo had, knowing he would be going home to cuddle with you.

He was just getting home from a shopping trip, something he’d normally invite you to join him on but Mammon had dragged you away before he could get an answer from you.

Asmo had been out longer than normal, he’d been staying out later quite frequently recently because the stores had gotten restocked and different clubs were having a string of events to celebrate… celebrate things Asmo honestly didn’t care enough about to remember

He had wanted to go to all of this with you but for the past few weeks you’d been busy, dragged away by one of his brothers, or too tired.

Which was fine with him, you had a life outside of your relationship which would always be okay. Asmodeous would always encourage you to do whatever your heart desires, even if it took you away from him for a bit, he wanted you to be happy with no regrets.

It helped that he knew that inside the bags he was currently carrying up the stairs and to his room contained the fixings for either a really soft night- or a really sexy night. Whatever you wanted, Asmo would be happy to oblige.

He had even picked up a new lingerie set to wear for you, no matter if you planned for soft and sweet cuddling or a night full of pleasure, he wanted to dress nice and be a pleasing sight for your poor eyes. Your poor eyes having to go so long without seeing him for so long. He was determined to fix that tonight.

He had to get ready though!

He needed to shower

get dressed

do his make up

set up his room to be the pinnacle of romance, not that that’d be hard

prep the toys in case they get used

Maybe he should ready the camera how freaky would you want to get, it has been a while for you two-

That was before he opened his door.

That was before he opened the door to his bedroom and saw you.

You were on the bed and you looked marvelous.

Sweaty and visibly horny and your eyes that he’d been longing to look into for days were wide with lust and Asmo could feel the delicious energy coming off you.

Energy he desperately wanted to eat.

But there was one problem.

He felt the same energy on another person in the room.

You’d brought a friend.

A friend to fuck.

To his room.

To his bed.

Asmo’s brain stopped working, not even being able to tell his arms to hold up the shopping bags.

Here’s the thing, Asmo is all for having multiple bed partners, he has been in multiple polyamorous relationships and group sex was great!

But the night you and Asmo had finally confessed to each other and gotten together, you’d had a talk.

Asmodeous was the demon of lust, most previous partners only valued him because of it or didn’t trust him because of it.

Monogamy was not a hard thing for Asmo though, if his partner wanted them to be exclusive he was fine with that as long as he wasn’t in a polycule to begin with. He’d never dream of cheating on a partner unless they brought it up for a sexy role play first.

When the two of you had gotten together Asmo was on a nice break from romance and was enjoying being single, going on various dates, hooking up and having fun.

And then you came along.

You who held him so gently, who looked him in the eyes and made him feel not only seen but listened to, you who was always up for dancing with him no matter where you were.

You.

You who had talked to him asking if he was comfortable with monogamy because you were not polyamorous.

You who had rejoiced hearing he would love nothing more than to be exclusive with you.

You who had expressed being cheated on on the past.

You who had said if he ever changed his mind or needed to rediscuss boundaries, to talk to you because it’d be okay and you’d listen.

You who made a big deal out of making sure Asmo wouldn’t cheat on you.

You who was fucking some random demon on his own bed.

You who turned around panicked.

“Asmo dear you’re home early.”

You who made an ordeal out of promising to each other you would be exclusive, an ordeal Asmodeous heavily enjoyed because of his own previous partners cheating on him or using him without his knowledge.

“Would you uh, like to join?”

Normally Asmo would say yes.

If you two hadn’t talked about being exclusive, Asmo would of asked the consent of you and your partner and joined you, putting a reminder on his phone to talk about it later.

But no.

Not when Asmodeous had thought that being all your’s, something he had been yearning for months over before you had gotten together, meant you’d also be all his because that’s what you had said.

That was what you wanted.

You lied to him.

You lied to Asmodeous and hid it from him.

You betrayed him.

“How long?”

You had never heard Asmo so quiet and thought it was the most peculiar volume for his voice.

“What dear?”

“How long has this been going on, Darling?”

The pet name felt like a dagger to your heart.

“Your boyfriend is the avatar of lust-?”

“NOT NOW PEST.”

Asmo was furious. Furious and hurt.

Before you could get a proper answer out of your mouth he was tossing clothes at you, uncaringno of what belonged to who.

“OUT! Get out of my room! Get out of my bed! Get out!”

“Asmo, dear, wait-“

“NO! No you don’t get to tell me to wait! I have been waiting for you to have time for me for days! And you do this? If you wanted our exclusive status to change you could have told me I would have been fine with it! Fuck I would have checked out people with you, you know this. You stressed how important being exclusive to each other was for you, and you do this?”

“Let me explain please-“

“No, get out!”

Asmodeous tried to stay as far away from you as possible.

He knew that’s it’s just take one touch for him to yield to you.

He also knew he couldn’t avoid you forever, but right now he didn’t want to see you.

You who had once held his heart in your hands.

You who he had trusted so much.

[balkanradfem]

Wanted to drop in and say first of all that your blog is amazing! You have worded so articulately, so perfectly so many thoughts and feelings I've had recently. Well, rather I've had for a long time on some level but never really confronted with honesty until recently. It has taken a bit of time to ease myself into this world, as a new feminist.

I'm currently trying to list double standards between men and women, the ones that men have created to against women, to explain to someone who clearly doesn't "get it", but I'm getting sort of overwhelmed because they are basically ubiquitous, and more like double binds where you are punished either way.

I have beauty standards down. I've had pushback every time on this but I think I'm good there. There's also the way men have slurs for women who have sex (whore, slut) and for women who don't (prude, frigid). Men are not defined by their sexual history nor are shamed for it the way women have been forever.

They treat male cheaters better than female ones, even going as far as to say men should be allowed to cheat.

They say "not all men", but treat women like a monolith. They accuse us of playing victim when we bring up serious systematic male violence against women, in every country, but feel discriminated against if we don't take being expected to pay for dates and being drafted in some countries (all a result of patriarchy) as an equivalent oppression point.

They hold women to higher ethical standards. They hold women to higher standards of parenthood. They cry sexism if anyone doesn't take their crying seriously but relentlessly mock (and make memes out of) women showing emotions online, call them manipulative, and even use them as evidence that women should be restricted from working.

They're allowed to blame women for male violence and general bad behaviour from the men in their lives. They don't get blamed for choosing the wrong partner or breaking up the family if they decide to leave their partners after being treated badly. They're allowed to talk about single mothers like used cars and treat single fathers as heroes. They get free domestic and reproductive labour from women but want everything they do to be compensated.

They consider women focusing on their career instead of children to be selfish but not men.

They expect their loneliness to be taken seriously but consider lonely women defective.

Is there anything you could add, or correct? Do you have your own list of double standards you can share?

You got it down pretty good, I can't think anything off the top of my head, but I think the biggest difference is in the power of one's word, male words are believed to be shaping reality, while words that come from women are believed to be shaping nothing but lies and deceit, especially if they're speaking from the female perspective, and not recounting whatever men want them to.

I don't know if it can be called a 'double standard', but the fact that we weren't a part of the work force from the beginning, and were only allowed to participate in the latest versions of it, gives them a huge benefit, and they're using it to make sure women have the most ungrateful and exhausting work, while they take credit for it themselves, on top of underpaying the same women and making sure they don't progress as fast, or at all in the work field. If women do progress or start overtaking a specific field of work, it will immediately get demoted, underfunded, and disregarded as frivolous and not-serious-enough.

I feel like double standards are very tame words to explain the situation, even though it's a very good way to point out that we're not equal and how it can be visible in common beliefs and common treatment of women. We're basically living in a world that men built and shaped for nobody and nothing but themselves, with women meant only as servants, entertainment and resource for them to use. Nothing is created for women alone, not medicine, not healthcare, not resources, not buildings, not vehicles, not jobs, not families. All of these center men, benefit men, put men in the position of control, while women are seen as 'stepping out of their place' if they attempt to fight and win their own space and resources inside of it.

Women are being shamed and humiliated both before and after they're used and exploited by males, and even if they do absolutely everything they're supposed to, they're still likely to end up abused, wounded by injustice, forced into childbirth and marriage, ending with no shelter, resources, land or economic power of their own. Men, on the other hand, are more likely to inherit resources, gain economic power, hoard resources, land and will expect to trap a woman with what they got. We're essentially always put in position where we either manage to ward off from men or end up being exploited if we make one mistake, have one emotional and vulnerable moment where they get the best of us. Men can hardly say they face the same hardship - the most a woman can get from a man is some of his money, and it's still not going to give her opportunities to gain nowhere near as much as men can in today's society.

It's almost insane we still have to explain there's 'double standards', but I absolutely understand how it's practical to have a few on hand to be able to easily point out when someone is acting obtuse.

Whenever I see a woman online bullied for saying something not 100% considerate to all minorities on the planet, I imagine what would the reaction be if a man said that, and every single time, I can see dozens of men doing hundred times worse shit and getting away with it because they're just not believed to even be capable of that much consideration, and they're forgiven for it by default. If a man had acted online with the same behaviour as any problematic woman, he would be praised to heavens for how progressive and insightful he is. He would be considered a feminist, an icon, the best man in the world for doing even 5% of emotional labour that women do on daily basis. It pisses me off seeing people rage at women for shit they wouldn't make them blink if a man said.

I guess there's also double standards of 'how many men do we make die in childbirth, how many men do we impregnate and abandon, how many men do we use as sexual entertainment and resource, how many underage men do we marry off to older and predatory women who will rape them, how much torture and abuse of men do we watch on the daily basis to get off, how many men do we force to change their appearance to childlike so we'd have a better time predating over them', it becomes bit more obvious when you put it that plainly that we're in a position that cannot even be compared to mens.

If someone else can think of more examples, please add to the post.

[rustdream]

Hee haa angsty headcanon go brr

Newton Pud was mostly raised by his mother. Not because his dad's negligent mind you. It's simply because Captain, as the name implies, is Captain of the Bunkum Interdimensional Exploration Team (BIET). And due to the murderous nature the Queen has to any nay-sayers, the Captain was drafted.

[6:14 PM]So years went by with little Newton being raised by a mother who, while good intentioned, tended to put her cats a tad bit first. She still cared for him, in fact, she wanted him to strive to live up to the Pud name!

[6:16 PM]And that meant rigourous learning through Popit Academy! The prestigious school for budding creators. As a child, he was rather gifted for the book smarts, but lacked the ability to keep most of his inventions from exploding. And that's why he wasn't exactly cut out for Popit Academy.

[6:18 PM]As he grew older, Newton had more trouble with inventions. Constantly having to consider multiple outcomes from whether he used springs or sprungs, how tightly the screw where. Not to mention some of the terms were hard to remember and keep track off.

[6:19 PM]His grades faltered, causing Nana to become stricter with studying. Mainly because she believed it to be laziness rather than him genuinely needing help understanding. Because she "saw what he's capable of so this should be easy".

[6:20 PM]So, Newton was pretty much studying whenever he wasn't doing chores or helping out.(edited)

[6:21 PM]Now, this didn't mean he couldn't make friends! It was just that not many people were interested in having him as a long time friend. Either they used his knowledge for cheating(which got him suspended once or twice because the damned pricks framed him as a cheater) or just simply ignored him.

[6:22 PM]So, yeah. Months and months of grueling studying and the Semester Test arrives. Now, you know how tests are in Popit Academy(in the game)? Having to use your knowledge to get through an obstacle course before a timer goes out?

[6:23 PM]That's what it was. And no amount of Book smarts prepared Newton to multitask remembering everything he learned, utilizing them as quickly but effeciently as possible, and doing it all in 3 minutes.

[6:23 PM]So, he flunked. Hard.

[6:24 PM]A big F Minus. While his teacher wanted to give a D for effort, the school board refused.

[6:26 PM]So, in that moment of having every one of his efforts thrased into dust, he just stood there. What was his mother going to say? She's going to be disappointed. She doesn't ask for much, just that he used his brain and actually pass. But he didn't. She gave him a bare mininum and he failed. He failed. He didn't even make it past the first semester. The one thing he was working towards, to prove himself. Gone. All gone. He failed, and now everyone's going to know how much of a big fat failure he was.

[6:28 PM]He stayed there until the Semester Graduation passed. Having to stand there in the audience. Just watched his dream crumble. He almost stayed after closing time, until he was sent home.

[6:29 PM]Knowing Newton, the first thing he did was try and butter Nana up. Flattery, helping out extra today, being on best behavior. He was even considering lying to her. But, when the subject of the Semester Test came up, he spilled it out.

[6:30 PM]He had tried his best, but he had gotten an F minus. He had flunked, and wouldn't be able to return. Possibly until the entire current Course was over.

[6:33 PM]And as Newton feared, Nana's reaction was extreme. Of course, she didn't hit him, not physically. But with all the passive aggressiveness of the world she bashed his emotions done. About how much she wanted him to succeed, and how much she had to do to get him in there. She started to assume that Newton had slacked off, because to believe he failed at his very best was to assume he wasn't good enough.(edited)

[6:34 PM]Every time Newton tried to interrupt Nana had become more angry. Raising her voice, talking about how back then nobody but the best got in, and how Newton was lucky to be there. It seemed like raw mindless emotion rather than a considerate mother who would consider her son's emotions at the time.

[6:35 PM]You get the picture. Arguement breaks out, some very nasty things are said, and Newton is grounded from pretty much everything with a disappointed mother who had called him ungrateful for slacking off in school.

[6:36 PM]And that's why Newton doesn't like his mom

[6:37 PM]As for his dad, his mentality is basically "He hasn't said any mean things like Mumsy did and people like him so when he comes back we can have good times fishing and being son and father and everything will be okay because he will say he's proud of me and I need someone to tell me this I need it"

Headcanon formated on the discordmessage thingy

[basicmyherowhore]

Hi hope you don’t mind me asking , but what WIPS are you working on if you don’t mind me asking ?

Hi! I don’t mind answering at all :)

Currently I have 7 “drafts”. From most recent to oldest it’s: Yandere!PH! Deku x Reporter! Reader,

Pervert Shinso drabble(which is done Idk why I haven’t posted it yet lol),

an EraserMic x Reader x Shinso multi part fic that has three parts done (I can’t pick a title so I won’t post it yet💀),

just the plot outline for a cheater fic (I don’t even have a character picked for it yet lmao)

Domestic KiriBaku head canons

KiriBaku Cuck fic (kind of dark themes)

Yandere! Kirishima x reader

Stranger With Your Face part 10 is on hold right now because until recently there wasn’t much interaction with it. I’m planning on working on it as soon as it get some of these requests done!

But over the course of like 3 days I’ve gotten so many amazing requests and ideas from them that mentally there’s at least 20+ drafts in my head. I wish I could write faster lmao. I might have to pause taking requests for a little bit so I can knock some of these out. I’ll probably cap them once I get like 30 total.

Thanks for the ask!!

[beanst0ck]

Hey there! I was wondering if I could request a YouTube! or Famous! AU with Kuroo? He is one of the two and is dating either a nonfamous or less famous s/o, but Kuroo is constantly shipped with another well known person and they’re starting to get insecure about not being enough for him? You can choose whether or not their relationship is public or if they will go public, if the other celeb reciprocates, etc. I’ve seen a lot of cheater!Kuroo fics and it’s making me sad ;-; -🥧anon (1/2)

i almost shipped him with kenma lMAO-

im so sorry this took so long, i had the draft ready to be posted in my notes but it deleted and i got really uninspired to rewrite it :(

it’s angsty at the beginning but it gets fluffy at the end dw 😌

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: kuroo x reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.1k

𝐃𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐌𝐞?

You hugged your pillow closer to your chest, trying to think up of ways to ignore the icky feelings swelling up in your chest. No matter how many times you try and block out the laughter coming from down the hallway, all you could think about was how happy Kuroo seemed.

Kuroo was currently collaborating with another female youtuber, one that goes by the name ‘Amiex’. She quickly rose to fame and was now currently the talk of social media thanks to all the collaboration videos she’s done with other popular creators. You’ve actually had the chance to meet her once and she acknowledged your relationship with Kuroo. You know she wasn’t trying to take him from you, but that didn’t stop the nasty thoughts flooding your head.

The constant shipping from their fans weren’t helping either. You couldn’t blame them much though, Kuroo prefered to keep his private life away from social media as much as possible. Most of it was because he knew you weren’t comfortable having so many eyes on you. But no matter how many times Kuroo denied having any romantic feelings for Amiex, the fans would turn a blind eye to it. Compared to her you were just a normal person, average. You had no idea why Kuroo took an interest in someone like you.

You even felt that Kuroo was distancing himself from you to spend more time on his YouTube career and Ami but you didn’t have the guts to say anything. You felt you didn’t have the right to— who were you to tell him to stop doing something he loved? You wanted to support him, even if it hurt to see him slowly drift away from you.

Not noticing Kuroo watching you from the doorway you let a few tears slip past your closed eyes and quickly bury your face in the pillow you held, hoping that you’d be able to muffle the sobs that would soon start to come out of your mouth. Kuroo quickly walked over to you upon seeing you try and hide your tears.

“(Y/n)? (Y/n) what’s wrong!” Kuroo rushed over to your side and began gently shaking you, the panic evident in his trembling voice.

Your grip around the pillow tightened. You didn’t want Kuroo to see you like this, crying over some stupid assumption you made. Kuroo stopped shaking you and began trying to take away your pillow. You let out muffled complaints, trying to resist his pulling. Eventually Kuroo realizes that you’re not going to give up hiding your face so he stops pulling. He sighs and rubs your arm, “ (Y/n), what’s wrong? Please tell me..”

Slowly you began to sit up and leaned against the headrest of your shared bed, still not letting go of the pillow. No matter how many times Kuroo has seen you cry, you hated doing it in front of him. You felt as if you were putting pressure on him to comfort you when in reality Kuroo would do anything to make you happier— no hesitation. Kuroo sat there with you in silence, waiting for you to calm down your sniffles so you could speak. As much as he hated hearing your sad sniffles, he wanted you to take your time.

You spoke into the pillow, hoping Kuroo would somehow manage to hear you. Sadly all he heard was muffled gibberish. He scooted closer to you, “I can’t hear you kitten, could you please put the pillow down?”

You nodded, slowly removing the pillow from your face. You rubbed your eyes, trying to get the remaining tears out of the way.

“Do you still love me?”

Once those words fell from your mouth Kuroo’s eyes widened in disbelief. You were crying because you thought he didn’t love you anymore? Kuroo felt his eyes begin to water slightly once your words fully settled in his mind and he immediately pulled you towards him, embracing you in a tight hug. What hurt him a little more was when you didn’t hug him back.

“Of course I do! Why would you think that?!” Kuroo immediately regretted the way he said it once he saw you flinch at the tone of his voice. He didn’t mean for his tone to sound angry, but it just came out that way.

“I don’t know! You’ve just.. it feels like you keep ignoring me!” tears began to slide down your cheeks, “all your time is spent recording videos with Ami and I know she’s just a friend but! You seem a lot more happier when you’re working with her! I can’t help but think that you don’t love me anymore, I’m sorry...”

The room was silent after your explanation. You started crying again, but unlike last time you were now full on bawling your eyes out. “I know I probably sound so stupid right now because you tell me everyday how much I mean to you, but-“

“Of course I still love you..”

You try and calm your crying, trying to understand what Kuroo just said. “H-huh?”

“I’m so sorry, I’m the reason you’re crying,” He pulled away from the embrace and you see a few tears gathering in the corners of his eyes, “I love you and only you, (Y/n). I’ll tell it to you as many times as I need to for you to believe it. I’m so sorry for making you feel this way, you don’t deserve it.” He pulled you into another embrace and this time, you returned it.

Later that night you told Kuroo you didn’t mind if he told his fans about you. Kuroo made sure that you were one hundred percent sure you were fine with it and when you told him you were, he posted the news on twitter. Many of his fans apologized for pushing the ship too far and they congratulated you two some even wanted you to record videos with him and Ami while others were sad their ship would not come true.

That night Kuroo spent all of his time making sure you knew just how much you meant to him.

𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐦𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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summer sizzle | cheater, sammy guevara

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Cheating + Risky Sex - no condom + Guilt - there is none + Say My Name + From Behind + heavy emphasis on hands / touching - all prompts come from lists that I’ve had bookmarked/saved for a long time now. I need to link to them and i plan to at some point. Scenario and original character used belong to me. 

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18+ only. All children get outside and play or something... other warnings include asshole cheating boyfriend Hager, mutual cheating, mentions and hints of emotional cheating on the OC’s part, unprotected sex, body fluids, Sammy not being a fuck boy for once. alcohol cw also because the oc is a little tipsy in the beginning.

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                                    CHEATER;

I sighed as I glanced down at my cell phone, slipping it off the surface of the bar and into my jacket pocket. My eyes darted around, again finding zero sign of him in the crowd anywhere. The thought of what he was most likely out doing was enough to make me heavily wonder why I bothered sticking around.

It was more than painfully obvious to Hager that I was nothing more than pussy whenever he wanted it. There weren’t any actual feelings between us anymore and whatever remained was just two people beyond terrified of letting go.

,, if he’s out doing it, why not have a few drinks and let your bad side out to play?” the intrusive thought came, even as I tried to brush it out of my head. Bothered by just how hard it was to brush out and ignore this time, I signalled the bartender for another round or three and after downing them all in the span of a minute or two, I wiped my hand over the back of my mouth and turned on my stool, brown eyes darting around the crowded bar.

The bitter laugh came as soon as I heard my cell phone ringing, notifying me to an incoming text. When I pulled out my phone, it was exactly what I figured was going to happen.

Another flimsy excuse from Jake.

→ not gonna make it, darlin.

→ it’s probably gonna be a late one.

I took a deep breath and held my tongue. I think by this point, I’d already decided the fate of our relationship. I was at the point of no return. One hundred percent done. There was literally nothing he could say or do to fix this. Because even if he wasn’t screwing around, which I was at least 85 percent sure that he was -all the signs pointed to it, the fact remained.

He was neglecting me.

And I deserve more, damn it. Better.

Making up my mind, I decided to text back.

← It’s fine, I wasn’t waiting around anyway.

← Went out with some friends who came in tonight. Don’t wait up for me!

And so it began. I called for the bartender and ordered myself a bottle of tequila. Popping the cork, I leaned my back against the edge of the bar and took a big sip, wincing at the burn and just the way it mixed with the lighter shots I’d been doing for about twenty minutes by this point. 

I sipped slower after that, eyes roaming the bar as I debated on whether to leave or stick around. I was actually intending to leave when I stumbled right into someone’s chest, tequila sloshing out of the bottle in my hand followed by me, giggling as I tore my eyes off of my phone screen and looked up at the person I’d collided with.

Under the intent and concerned gaze I was getting, I felt… Hot. Bothered. Flustered. I put the cell phone away quickly, the text I’d been writing out to Jake going to a draft. Once I’d done that, I giggled a little. I could feel the alcohol starting to really kick in, making my ears all warm. 

I hadn’t really drank like this in a while. Jake tended to get bitchy if I even had one or two without him present. And drinking alone with his friends from work or mine?

Forbidden. Lest I wanted to hear him bitching for hours on end after the fact.

I hadn’t expected to run into anyone else that Jake worked with tonight. Let alone the one guy I found myself sort of staring at quite often. One of his friends, actually. 

,,naturally, i thought to myself, it’s the one I’m most drawn to. The one who treats me more like I’m special than my own goddamn man does currently… Is this a sign or something?” 

Sammy Guevara towered over me and I gulped as my eyes moved from his down to his lips, where they chose to linger. His brow raised, both knitting together in concern. He tore his eyes away, letting them dart around the crowd.

I could feel the tension in his body in the way his hands splayed over my arms gently, keeping me steady. 

“Hager’s not here, mi sol?” Sammy questioned as he glanced around again almost as if he were desperately looking for Jake to pop up at any second. He fixed his gaze back on me, waiting patiently on my answer.

My knees may or may not have turned to jello when he said it. I rolled my eyes and waved a hand dismissively. “Nope.”

“That son of a…” Sammy grumbled to himself, shaking his head. His arm slipped around me and he chuckled quietly when my instinct was to curl myself into his side. The tension was leaving his body a little now, I could feel him relax just a bit. He chuckled again quietly and one look up and into his eyes had me biting my lip. Fidgeting a little bit at his side.

I got the distinct feeling that he knew something I didn’t. Wisely, I chose not to question.

I didn’t want to feel or think. I just wanted to let go. 

Be numb.

To finally let free that one last flying fuck I gave about Jake Hager. At the time, it didn’t register with me the magnitude of what I was even doing. But honestly?

Even if it had, I don’t think I’d have chosen to put a stop to it.

“Okay, here’s what we’re gonna do, mi sol.” Sammy was stopping our walk, pulling me against him because a crowd of people made their way through the doors leading into the bar. His hands caught on either side of my face, caressing. His forehead met mine softly and he took a deep breath. “We’re gonna get out of here. Away from the hotel for a little while. You’re okay with that, right, mi sol?”

I nodded without even stopping to spare it a seconds thought.

Sammy didn’t seem determined to think much either, because the next thing I knew, he was scooping me up into his arms, laughing when the heels I’d been wearing fell to the floor of the hotel lobby with a soft thud. He bent to pick them up and I laid my face against the space between his neck and shoulders.  “You good, mi sol?”

“Better now.” I practically purred, letting out a dramatic sigh. The scent of his cologne filled my nose, pushing any thoughts or doubts I might have been trying to have directly to the back of my mind where they were promptly buried as deep as I could shove them.

He chuckled again quietly, muttering something to himself that I didn’t quite catch as he pushed open the doors to the hotel lobby, stepping out into the night air. I shivered lightly and he stopped, letting me down onto my own two feet. He shrugged off the jacket he was wearing, draping it around me.

I hugged it against me and he was picking me up again, my legs circling his waist, my face pressed against his. My tongue slipped between my lips in an attempt to lick my lips and brushed against the outline of his mouth, earning me a quiet and needy whimper from him. 

He stopped walking and for a second or two that felt like hours passed, we stared at one another, neither of us saying a word. 

One of us had to cave in first and honestly, I couldn’t keep fighting the pull. My hand caught in the hair at the back of his head and I pulled his mouth completely against my own, my body molding against his. His hands squeezed my skin and he growled quietly into the kiss, his tongue sliding between my lips, tangling with mine as he muttered breathlessly, “You have no idea how much I want you all to myself, mi sol.” 

“Hm?” I muttered back, the kiss breaking as we both pulled away but only a little. Staring at each other wild-eyed as we worked on catching our breath. We’d made it to his car in the parking lot and he sat me on top of the hood, stepping between my legs, leaning into me as his mouth crashed against mine all over again.

My lips parted willingly and I wrapped my legs around his waist, dragging my fingers through his hair. His hand raised, catching hold of the side of my cheek, caressing softly as his forehead found mine all over again.

“Don’t act like you didn’t know it, mi sol.” Sammy took a few shaky breaths as he mumbled the words against my lips, “I couldn’t really hide it too good. I tried…”

And suddenly, the near fist fight that he and Jake almost had before All Out made perfect sense. As did Jake’s constantly bitching about me and Sammy even talking to each other for longer than a second or two when he wasn’t present.

I rubbed against him a little and his fingertips dug into my bare thighs just a bit more, squeezing as he scooped me closer towards him. My fingertips settled on the front of his tee shirt, clutching light. “Oh. Oh.” I breathed against his mouth right as it started to conquer mine all over again and his hand slipped up the short hem of my favorite little black tank dress, moving slow over the drenched insides of my thighs. He gasped and growled quietly, his eyes fluttering open and closed, meeting my intent gaze when they opened.

It was kind of shocking right now, I had so much I’d been tempted to say to him in the not so distant past and now that we were here… in this moment… it all fleeted straight out of my brain. All I knew was that I wanted to give in. I wanted to see if what I’d been feeling, this pull to him was just me, trying to find any excuse to end things with Jake without having to actually say the words and deal with the fallout.

Or if it was something much more.

Because I’d be lying if I said there wasn’t this undercurrent of tension between Sammy and I that I picked right up on. All the little looks and the inside jokes. The one selfie he dragged me into that really pissed Jake off and set the whole almost fist fight into motion.

Parts of me never really read much into it because I assumed that at his core, Sammy Guevara was a fuck boy. 

,, Just like Jake.” my mind taunted, but it didn’t stop me from lightly gripping his chin and guiding his mouth right back against mine. Or ghosting my lips down the side of his neck, right over the throbbing pulse there. Or breathing in his cologne and letting another sigh of content fall from my lips as my head fell back and I gave a soft giggle and took a few long deep breaths. 

“I don’t do this a lot.” the words passed my lips in a whimper as Sammy’s mouth dragged down the front of my throat, alternating little soft licks with gentle bites. I placed a hand palm down against his chest and looked him directly in the eye, waiting. He bit his lip and nodded, leaning in, gripping my chin and guiding my face close to his all over again. “You really don’t have a clue about me and how serious I am right now, do ya, mi sol?” he whispered into my lips as his crushed against them and locked around my lower one, sucking until I felt the soft ache.

I thought about it… I hadn’t really seen Sammy show much interest in anyone who hit on him or that I’d normally assume that he’d throw himself at since I came on the road with the guys. And Sammy had ditched a sure thing a few nights ago just to make sure I got back to the hotel okay when Jake pulled this shit for the second time in two nights…

What he was hinting at sank in and I swallowed hard, our eyes locking on each other. The hand that had wandered up the bottom of my dress came to a stop palm down against my soaked panties and he growled and rocked me against him as he gave my cunt a squeeze and his teeth caught on my bottom lip, tugging as his tongue slipped right past. 

“You wanna get outta here, mi sol?” he purred as the kiss broke and his forehead met mine yet again. He gazed into my eyes and I found myself getting lost in his. It hit me just how easy that was and with a giggle, I nodded. “Please?”

“I got you, baby girl. I know the perfect place.” the flat of his hand pressed against my throbbing pussy all over again and I moaned against the shell of his ear a mildly suggestive “Take me.” while rocking myself against his hand a time or two.

“Careful what you ask for, mi sol. Because if I take you, I’m not giving you back.” he mumbled against my mouth, a quiet groan coming as his hand bore down on my cunt, squeezing a little harder and he felt how wet I was already. “Fuck.”

“What if I don’t want you to?” the teasing tone to my voice had me thrown for a loop for a second or two, but I was too caught up and didn’t care to stop or censor myself anymore.

Jake made his bed, let him lay in that.

I would be lying in Sammy’s bed tonight.

“Fuck. ah!.” I gasped and bit my lip as I felt Sammy’s fingers slip between soaked fabric and brush right up against my folds, pausing to moan quietly, “ Sammy, feels so good.”

“I’m glad, mi sol.” Sammy’s eyes met mine and a smirk formed as he licked his lips. The look in his eyes was soft. Tender. He pulled me against him and muttered quietly against the shell of my ear, “You deserve to feel good, baby girl.”

I shrugged, looping my arms around his neck and leaning into him, my forehead resting right against a firm chest. He raised the hand on my hip and tucked his fingers beneath my chin, making me meet his gaze. “Jake’s a goddamn idiot. I mean that.”

I bit my lip, nodding. Truth is, I wanted to believe all this but I was also looking at things from the perspective of me, knowing everything I know. And knowing that I’m nothing special when it all boils down. At least not to the one person I should be special to. I haven’t been special to Jake in almost two years and I think I knew it all along but I was just too afraid to turn my back and close the door on the past.

,, you’re still too good for settling with Jake fucking Hager and the shit way he treats you.” the thought crept into my mind, lingering. Making what was going on between Sammy and I even more tempting than it already was, as if I needed a reason or an excuse.

“True.” I sighed, blowing at a strand of hair as it fell into my eyes. Sammy’s hand raised, brushing the strands out of my eyes to tuck behind my ear and he cupped my cheek, pulling my mouth against his all over again. Our bodies brushing, rubbing, the feel of muscle against my softness was almost overload for me. 

“Lemme get you out of here, mi sol.” His breath was warm against my ear as he muttered the words, his lips latching onto my neck as they danced down the side of it. He was trying to be careful, trying not to leave marks but honestly, I’d already made up my mind.

I wasn’t hiding this from Jake.

I wanted the outcome, the fallout, the shouting match and finally, the end of things between us. I couldn’t take the way things were anymore.

He unlocked the car and scooped me off the hood, putting me into the passenger seat. As he went to shut the door, I gripped his shirt and pulled him in for another kiss. Long fingers danced right up the insides of my thighs all over again and his teeth tugged at my lip, needier as he laughed quietly. “Baby girl… I have to drive. But it’s not really far, okay?”

I nodded, swallowing hard as the kiss broke and pouting a little as his hand pulled out from between my thighs and he hurried around to the driver side of his car. I squirmed in the seat. I don’t know why I thought it was a good idea, but I pulled out my cell phone. I guess parts of me were just… Hoping for a sign either way. Because deep down, I knew what I was about to do didn’t make me any better than Jake.

As I checked my text messages prior to powering my phone down for the night, I got my sign in the lack of an answer and the fact that his last check in somewhere showed that he was actually up in our hotel room. And from the looks of it, he wasn’t alone, either.

Sammy cleared his throat and reached over the console, prying the phone from my hands. When he saw what Jake had just posted, he dragged a hand over the back of his head, going quiet on me for a few minutes.

“Ya know, it really pisses me off. The fact that he’s got you… and pulls this shit.” his jaw set firm and I sighed, reaching for my phone back.

“It’s not a big deal.” I tried to pretend it didn’t bother me even though every part of me was seething. If I hadn’t been 100 percent sure I was going through with tonight and telling Jake about it immediately after the fact, I was now. 

It was beyond past time for him to hurt like I hurt. To realize that I pushed everything about myself he wanted changed down and buried it for him but that was not happening anymore.

“He treats you like shit, mi sol. Fuck yes, it’s a big deal. It’s a huge deal.” Sammy was getting fired up. I bit my lip, going quiet. I’d been through enough arguments with Jake. I was half afraid that I’d end up in one with Sammy, but then it hit me.

He was angry on my behalf. Not at me like Jake usually was. There was a difference. I just hadn’t been with anybody else in so long that I’d grown used to it. “What if we..” he trailed off, chuckling to himself. This little smirk that I’ve noticed he tends to get when he’s angry and plotting revenge.

His hand caressed my thigh as we switched from one lane to another and merged with traffic. The lights of town were getting further behind us and more than anything, I was curious. 

“No, what. What were you going to say, Sammy?”

“It’s dumb… Unless.” Sammy got that gleam in his eye as he glanced over when we came to a stop at a red light. His hand was squeezing my thigh gently and I bit my lip, squirming as I got even wetter.

“Yeah?” I breathed out the word, my breath catching in my throat as I waited on him to answer.

“We make a post of our own. I mean, if he’s going to put it all out there like he did… Seems fair, yeah?” his thumb rolled over my skin and I whimpered a little, thinking it over. Not that I needed too much encouragement. Just knowing that he had the audacity to check in while he was off doing whomever… And all the other things he’s done to me the past two years.

I couldn’t sit on the hurt and the resentment anymore. And honestly, I wanted all this over with. I didn’t want to have to bother hiding anything from him, either. Because that’s not the kind of person I was.

He must have picked up on my internal struggle because he pulled into a parking lot and killed the engine to the sports car. He was leaning across the console, fingertips caressing my chin, pulling my mouth against his greedily. “We don’t have to if it’s upsetting. I just know that I’m doing somethin’ about the way he’s been treating you. Either way. He is not getting away with it, mi sol. I promise you that.” 

“Oh, I want to.” I answered quietly, taking a deep breath, letting my tongue trail the outline of his lips. “Le’s do this.”

That smirk grew just a little and he pulled me partially over the console, his mouth crashing against mine hungrily as his hand roamed back up the bottom of my dress and settled palm flat against my dripping cunt, rubbing and squeezing. His teeth caught my lips, tugging until I could feel them beginning to ache. The heavy breathing and soft panting lingered in the air until it was swallowed by deeper hungry kisses and his hand rubbed against my aching cunt lazily all while he muttered softly spoken words of reassurance against my lips. Telling me that this didn’t have to go far at all and that all I had to do was tell him to stop. All I had to do was even hint that I changed my mind.

“Sammy.” I pulled back, taking a few shaky breaths as I licked swollen lips and rocked myself against his hand. I reached over the console, my hand ghosting over the way his cock strained and twitched at a pair of dark blue jeans.

“Yeah, mi sol?” his voice was huskier and he licked his lips as he met my gaze. As my hand worked over the way he strained at his jeans, his breath caught in his throat and he bit his lip, bucking himself up and against my hand, a quiet growl shattering the air between us.

“I don’t want to stop. I want you. And I wanna put all of this behind me. I don’t wanna think about anything but tonight.” I was leaning in all over again, clumsily trying to cross the barrier of the console between us to sit in his lap. The top of my head whacked the ceiling of the small car and I winced. Sammy winced too, catching hold of my face and pulling my head down, burying his lips and nose in the crown of my hair as he chuckled softly. “You’re okay, right?”

“I’m fine. I barely made contact.” I looked up at him, taking a deep breath, licking my lips and swallowing hard when I saw the way lust burned at deep brown eyes. His hands were resting at either side of my hips now, rocking me back and forth over his lap. He took a few shaky breaths and one more time, he repeated what he’d been asking me for the better part of twenty minutes now.

“You’re sure… about this.. With us.” the question came accompanied by urgent and frantic touching, kissing me until I felt myself starting to get dizzy and almost couldn’t think straight.

“Sammy, I can’t fight this anymore, okay? Please don’t make me. I just want you.”

He smirked even more, gripping hold of my chin with his fingers, tugging my mouth back against his. 

He bucked into me from below, practically growing against the deepening kisses, as he breathed against my lips, “I don’t think we’re gonna make it to where I was taking you, mi sol. Want you so fuckin bad right now.” while bucking against me over and over. 

I rocked myself right back against him and muttered softly as my lips danced down the side of his neck, I lowered my hand between us, slipping it beneath the hem of his shirt, fingertips dancing a line over his abdomen, just above the waistband of his jeans. I whimpered, almost needy.

Okay, not almost. Beyond needy.

I hadn’t been touched or kissed - even held,  like he was touching and kissing and holding me right now in so long that it was a rush. Too much and somehow, not enough at the same time. My fingers caught in the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head, letting it settle on the backseat. His mouth dove down, connecting with my neck, his teeth tugging at skin, determined to leave marks all over me.

“What do you say we see Hager’s check in with the side chick and raise him?” Sammy muttered the question lazily against the shell of my ear and I bucked myself against his lap, nearly hitting the steering wheel with my back when he leaned into me, conquering my mouth with another round of needy and biting breathless kisses.

One hand went up the bottom of my dress, shoving it up higher over my thighs and his other hand reached out, fumbling for his cell phone sitting in the cupholder while deepening the kiss and bucking himself into me from below over and over again, his breath coming in soft gasps on the heels of quiet growls that were swallowed up by our desperately clashing mouths.

We pulled away to breathe and Sammy raised the back camera of the phone, moving it until he found an angle that got us both in the picture clearly and hid the fact that by now, my dress was almost up to my hips. I raised a hand, dragging his mouth back against my own and the brightness of the flash filled the semi darkened interior of the small car, making us bump faces as the kiss broke and we pulled away, rubbing our eyes.

I watched while pressed against him as he set the photo up to post on his most active platform and just before he hit post, I grabbed the phone from him. He bit his lip, eyeing me anxiously. “You’re changing your mind, mi sol?”

“On the contrary. You can’t just post this with no context.” I may or may not have been fully caught up in the grips of everything I’d realized thus far. I may or may not have taken his phone and added the caption “When she’s lonely, she comes to me.” beneath the photo.

Because why not rub salt in an already open wound and get it over and done with?

I handed it back and Sammy pulled me into a laughing and tender kiss as he muttered lazily into it, “Mi sol, you’re evil. It’s kind of fucking hot.”

I shrugged and rested a hand at the back of his neck, rocking myself back and forth over the bulge strained at his jeans. His hands slipped up my thighs, fingers hooking beneath the thin strap of my underwear. The silent tear had me whimpering and Sammy licked his lips as he tossed them into the backseat of the car with his shirt. My fingers caught in the button of his jeans and I tugged button free eagerly.

There was no turning back for me now.

I wouldn’t, even if there were. I was done with only being worth 12 percent of someone’s attention. I was done fighting the growing pull I’d been feeling towards Sammy since we met.

Jake Hager?

I didn’t fucking know him anymore.

Next came the zipper to Sammy’s jeans and I teased a little, fingertips lingering on the pull for a second or two. Just long enough for Sammy to groan and give me that pleading look. His hand moved up the inside of my thigh, fingers working me open and a quiet growl shattering the heaviness of anticipation in the air as soon as he worked two fingers into my cunt and realized exactly how wet I already was. “Fuck. Mi sol. Fuck.” he drawled in ragged breaths, squirming out of his jeans and boxers. They settled at his ankles and he fucked into me deeper with his fingers. My head fell back and I rocked against his fingers as fast as I could, desperate for the stop and start, the will they or won’t they that had been heavy around us for so long now to just be over. For Sammy to take me. To make me forget all of it, put it all out of my mind like a bad memory.

Even if only for tonight.

His thumb settled against my clit, pressing down and rubbing and I whimpered, my head falling back as my eyes fluttered. His fingers fucked into me faster, the slippery wet sounds with each thrust made into my cunt making me moan for him just a little louder, the sound echoing through the inside of the car.

“I bet you taste so sweet, mi sol. And next time, baby girl… I’m going to find out.” his tone was almost apologetic as he buried his mouth on a patch of skin just above the neckline of the little dress I was wearing, his teeth digging against my skin, leaving probably the biggest mark behind yet. Just hearing him hint at a next time had my heart fluttering a little.

My orgasm was building faster. The throbbing ache in my pussy was doubling each second and I shattered the quiet sounds of the creaking seat and our heavy breathing and heated kisses when I moaned his name out loud, unable to keep myself from it. This bought a smirk to his mouth.

“Say my name, mi sol. Say it as loud as you want.” it only seemed to encourage him, his fingers twisting and scissoring, thrusting deeper and deeper into my cunt, a growl every single time he felt my insides clench tighter around them. “Fuck.” he bucked himself against me, his cock grazing against my ass and making me whimper and beg.

“Sammy, please.” I whined, rocking myself against his fingers faster, trying to get any form of friction or release I could. I wanted him buried inside me. Now.

“Please what, mi sol?” his fingers slipped out of my cunt and his hand raised, those two sticky wet fingers disappearing between his lips as he groaned and bucked himself against me all over again, waiting on an answer. I whimpered as I watched his fingers slip into his mouth and heard the lewd and quiet groan that came next. Rocking my throbbing cunt against his bare cock, I leaned in, muttering against the shell of his ear quietly, “I want you to fuck me. Make me forget it all.”

He chuckled and his hands slipped down my body, settling on my hips. He raised me up and lowered me down onto his cock, burying himself balls deep inside me. I whimpered and nipped at his neck and shoulder. He reached down, letting the seat back, pushing it further away from the steering wheel. 

The way he stretched and filled me was enough to make me gasp and moan, bouncing up and down on his cock as soon as he got the seat settled back. His hands went straight to my tits, gripping and squeezing, pumping into me from below as he groaned and pleaded with me to go faster when I slowed down a little and leaned in, capturing his mouth in a slow and gentle kiss, mostly just to keep myself from going over the edge like I wanted to more than anything.

His hands moved over my body, settling on my ass and he started to slam me up and down on his cock, leaning up, the new angle causing him to strike against my spot and sending a shiver racing through my body. His fingers dug into both sides of my ass and he sank his teeth into the top of my breast as he rose to sit slightly. Our noses bumped and we both laughed. His mouth fixed against mine, teeth catching on my bottom lip and tugging as he muttered a calm “Mental note. Next time ask for the Range Rover. More room.” and made me giggle into the kiss.

“I haven’t fucked in a car in so long I forgot just how complicated it is.” I breathed into his lips as they worked against mine, latching and sucking until I could feel my lips swelling on impact. 

One of his hands left my ass and rose to my hair, pulling it free from the way I’d had it fixed earlier, his hand catching in the back of it, tugging my mouth into his even deeper as he continued to pump me up and down on his cock, harder and deeper. Our bodies smacked together frantically, my hips stammering as I felt my orgasm threatening to shatter through and take control.

“It’s kind of hot that at any second, anybody could catch us.” he mused against the shell of my ear as he tugged at my earlobe with his teeth. My body tensed and I moaned louder and louder with each frantic and deep dive into my pussy he made. 

“Fuck, mi sol, you’re so fuckin wet, I..” he groaned against my neck as his mouth ghosted over it, “I can hardly stay in. Bet he never made you this wet, huh?”

“Not even close, actually.” I was surprised at myself for admitting it out loud, but now that I had, it really did paint a picture of just how much in my relationship with Jake had been seriously lacking.

“I’m so close. So fucking close.” Sammy grunted against my skin as his thrusts got more erratic and he tried to slow down. I rocked my hips against his thrusts, trying desperately to meet them. 

My orgasm shattered through and when he tried to slow down even more, I gripped his chin and pulled his mouth against mine, my tongue slipping past his lips to caress his tongue as I muttered “Don’t stop. Don’t you dare.”

“Wanna feel you, mi sol. C’mon. Give me all of it.” Sammy groaned into the kiss as my pussy vised his cock and he started to pump me up and down on his thick cock with more urgency, the kiss breaking so that he could trail little kisses and lazy kitten licks and love bites against my neck and the tops of my breasts. Places I couldn’t cover.

Not that I was going to bother trying.

My juices soaked his cock and he groaned, his head falling back as his breath caught in his throat. I could feel his cock throbbing and it only made me bounce on his cock faster, desperate to feel him filling me up. 

“Sammy, fuck.. C’mon.” I begged and it only made him fuck into me deeper and slower, fucking me through the remainder of my own orgasm and straight into his own, his cock throbbing and emptying inside as my nails dug at his shoulder and into his chest and I left a mark of my own on the side of his neck.

I went limp against him, catching my breath as he continued to slowly fuck into me from below until he just couldn’t anymore and then he was pulling me close, pulling me into a lazy and gentle kiss that I returned happily.

“We should probably get outta here.” he muttered after a few minutes of cuddling me against him and reluctantly, I agreed, reaching into the backseat to grab his tee shirt.

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← If you’re with Guevara tonight don’t bother coming back to our room.

← I fucking knew something was going on between you.

← Goddamn it, Ariel, answer the phone. Now!

← I know I haven’t been the best lately, darlin….

← and that girl you saw earlier didn’t mean anything, I swear.

I instantly regretted the decision to power on my phone. Scowling, I rolled over in Sammy’s bed and slipped my legs between his. He reached out, prying the phone from my hands as he pressed a lazy and yawn-filled kiss against my nose. He sat up and I sat up, pressing myself against his back to peer over his shoulder. I watched as he took over and responded to Jake’s frantic and angry texts from the night before.

→ hey, it’s me, ya boy.

→ fuck off. Ariel’s with me, man. As in, with me.

→ ain’t been the best? Are you hearin yourself, you cornbread head ass?

→ i tried to keep my feelings out of this, man. But I’m not anymore.

→ none of them ever mean anything to you Jake. But as far as Ariel is concerned, that’s over.

→ gonna say it louder for you because I know how ignorant you are. She’s mine now.

After he finished, he tossed the phone at the bed and settled back down into it, pulling me partially on top of him as he wrapped his arms back around me.

“You’re not worried about what’s going to happen?” I asked the question, feeling myself tense up because I wasn’t sure how I was going to feel if I didn’t like his answer. 

“Honestly, no. Hager’s a bitch. And when I want something, I tend to fight for it, mi sol.” he raised a hand to smooth hair back behind my ear and rose up slightly, his mouth meeting mine again.

I deepened the kiss and yawned lazily, making him chuckle. “I meant everything I said to you last night and to him in the texts just now, okay? Things are gonna be different.”

“I hope so.”

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We were all preparing our cars for the next realm. The Maniacs had their own little corner while the Teku had their own across the room. It was best that the two groups remained separated for obvious reasons, but even with the distance… well, let’s just say that sound travels.

Teku music started blaring through the drome, causing Porkchop to hit his head on the hood of his car. I flinched at the sound – that had to hurt. He growled in annoyance and started heading over, getting Mark’s attention who, of course, had to join in.

With a groan of annoyance, I quickly followed suit.

“Scrap that noise, stinku!” Porkchop ordered. I internally cringed at the insult.

The shortest of the Teku didn’t pay him any mind. In fact, he was so into the music that he pushed a button on his bracelet and his own car started rocking with music so loud that the piles of tires behind it began to shake. A couple even fell and hit the ground. He didn’t seem to care though and started dancing to the beat.

Both Mark and Porkchop covered their ears as if the sound physically hurt them. I mean, sure it’s a bit loud, but I’m not gonna lie – I was actually enjoying the beat.

Not that I’d ever admit that out loud. Nope, not in a million years.

The female – her name is Karma, I learned – reached into the car and turned the music off. It was replaced instantly by the screeching of the alarm.

Another realm was opening up.

Porkchop fell to the ground and I burst out laughing, earning a half-glare half ‘you’re crazy’ look from Mark.

“The next racing realm is opening,” Tezla announced.

I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, we kinda figured that much.”

Mark smirked at me as headed to his car.

I rushed back to my own beautiful Night Hawk which was parked right next to Taro’s Riveted. I sent him a look, silently asking if he was okay to race. He nodded his head and started the car. I decided to stay close to him, using his injuries as an excuse even though I would probably follow him anyway.

We took off, heading for the track. This was my first time driving through the track and I was feeling a bit nervous about it, but the excitement was too high for me to focus on anything else.

“You have one hour.” Came Tezla’s voice through the radio.

My grip on the steering wheel tightened as I pushed farther down on the accelerator. I stuck close behind Taro with Mark behind me and both Porkchop and Monkey driving in the same car behind him.

“You don’t even have to stop, Porkchop. Just slow down and I’ll jump!” Monkey’s begging came through the radio.

He only laughed in response. “I love this job! Yee he haw!”

I tried to contain my laughter at the pair. They were always hilarious when they got together.

“PORKCHOP!!” Monkey cried.

I hit the portal and that familiar flash of light filled my vision. When it disappeared, I found myself soaring through a jungle of huge trees and vines. All I could see was green and brown!

We landed safely on the track and took off. The second thing I noticed about this track is the lack of traction. It felt… slippery.

The track led us in a circle around a large tree, slowly descending down towards the ground. Every few seconds there would be a different track connected to the one we’re currently on. I wondered if we were actually going the right way.

“Hey, which track are we supposed to take?” Tork’s gruff voice came over the radio. I silently thanked our leader for asking what was on my mind.

“They may all lead to the end,” Tezla answered.

“The last time, they led to nowhere.” Gig’s voice was low and barely audible. Tork didn’t catch it, but I certainly did.

“I didn’t copy that. Say again?” Tork responded.

The air was silent for a moment before Tezla finally came through. “This is Dr. Tezla. We think you should split up.”

“Let’s move some metal, Maniacs!” Tork grunted.

Hearing that line gave me confidence but I still chose to stick close to Taro.

The farther we drove, the louder the sounds of this place became. Screeches and hollers of monsters I couldn’t even imagine.

I glanced into the side mirror. “We caught a drone, Taro!”

No matter what, I would not let that bastard pass me. I stayed focused, my eyes shifting from the mirror to the road and back again. I swear, I only looked away for a second, and when I looked forward I saw this huge… thing on top of Taro’s car. “Is that… a mosquito?”

The creature rammed its stinger into the roof of his car several times before stopping. I could only guess that Taro had grabbed it and was preventing it from breaking free. Next thing I know, the bug is sent flying as we drive under a thick piece of tree trunk hanging low over the track. Our cars barely made the clearance, so that thing didn’t stand a chance.

I scoffed when he threw the stinger out the window, glancing in the mirror. Crap, I had forgotten about the drone behind us. “Time for some payback, buddy.”

I pushed down on the accelerator, gaining speed before slamming on the breaks. The drone didn’t have enough time to react and hit the back of my car full force, sending it flying through the air. It collided with one of the mosquitos and exploded.

The strap had pulled tight over my bruised chest but I was too happy to care much. My first drone kill. Who wouldn’t be happy?

I switched gears and took off after Taro. The track gradually became more covered in moss and our traction was rapidly declining, making it that much more difficult. I had confidence in myself and my team, though. A little slip and slide were not enough to stop the Metal Maniacs!

Along the way, we managed to meet up with Vert and, surprise surprise, another drone. Vert was doing a good job of blocking him when his car started to glow. He disappeared only to reappear in the front of the line.

I scowled, “What a cheater!”

Taro rammed into him. “Not this time.”

In a flash, I saw Taro slam on the breaks as his car, attached to the drone’s car, started to flip across the track. Seeing it brought back flashes from the previous realm and I slammed on breaks to avoid hitting him. Vert had to use his jump jets to fly over us – if he hadn’t, he probably would have hit me, sending me straight into Taro and that would have been a mess.

I pulled up beside Taro once his car stopped flipping. “Oi, you okay?”

He was rubbing his head and growling in annoyance. I took that as a yes.

The drone took off after Vert like what had just happened was nothing.

We managed to catch up, only to run straight into a giant monster. Add that to the fact that these damn vines seemed to have a mind of their own, along with the dozen or so other radio-active creatures trying to kill us, and you have one hell of a party.

“Stay in the groove, Porkchop!” Monkey’s voice came over the radio. I could only assume they were being chased down by the vines the same as the rest of us. A few minutes later, he came through again, calmer this time. “You did not stay in the groove, Porkchop.”

Porkchop mimicked him and I started smiling despite the evil vines trying to mess me up. Leave it to that pair to bring comic relief even in the face of doom by swamp.

“Nolo, Tork – ” Lani’s voice came through this time. Hearing those two names in the same line? I knew it wouldn’t be good. “ – you have to draft together. It’s the only way to get more speed.”

I scoffed. Is this woman nuts? She knows about the rivalry between the two. Does she honestly think that’ll work? Maybe she’s just cruising for some punishment.

“Yeah,” Tork laughed. “You can stay behind me, Nolo, where you Teku trash belong.”

Yup, called it. Man, I should have placed a bet with Porkchop!

“Nolo, what are you doing?!” Lani cried.

“Watch me!” Nolo replied.

Honestly, she really should have expected this. Why did she sound so surprised?

I grunted, barely dodging one of the vines as it shot forward. I could feel my tires slipping over the moss as my speed stayed rooted in the same spot. The vines are getting closer, damn it!

The monster in the center was friggin’ huge and he sounded pissed as he roared at the passing cars. I could see Vert and Porkchop high up in the sky, completely caught in the web of vines. I tried to think of a way to free them, but my mind was blank.

I placed my hand over the blade next to my seat. Would it even be strong enough to cut through such thick vines? Especially ones that were alive?

“Wylde, stay in the middle of the track!” Monkey called.

“Scrap it, Monkey!”

“It’s true! It’s stickier, it’s got better traction!”

“Nobody tells Wylde what to do!”

That damn ego! Why can’t he just listen for once?!

I cried out as my car jerked and my tires left the track. Vines wrapped around my car tightly, hoisting me high into the air. Damn it, I let myself get distracted! With a growl, I grabbed my blade and rolled the window down. Almost immediately, a vine shot through the opening. I grabbed it with one hand and stabbed the blade clean through.

The monster howled as the severed vine fell into my lap.

“Jeez, this is like bad tentacle porn, man!” I scowled at the vines trapping my car.

“That’s gross!” Monkey replied, giving me a look. He and Porkchop were a few feet in front of me, the latter biting into a vine that had entered the car. The passenger side door was gone, leaving Monkey completely exposed.

I don’t know what to do. Crap, what do I do?!

“What’s going on?! What’s happening?!” Lani cried. I wanted to tell her to shut her trap, but I didn’t know where Taro stood and pissing him off is never a smart move, so I decided to keep my mouth shut.

“They… didn’t make it, Lani,” Vert answered, only to cry out a few seconds later.

“Vert!” I cried his name. I could see his car way ahead of me, along with the drone on the hood. I felt so helpless – a feeling I told myself I would never let myself feel again. I cried out again, this time in anger, and stuck the top half of my body out the window, brandishing my blade with both hands and ramming it into one of the larger vines wrapped around my car. The tip barely pierced it – it was just too thick.

One of the monsters roared and I looked up to see something akin to a mutated yeti grabbing the drone from Vert’s car. He roared again, holding the drone in one of his large hands while grabbing the other end with his foot and ripping the drone into two pieces. I breathed a sigh of relief but it was short lived as a huge mosquito flew up to my car, screeching as it zeroed in for an attack.

I struggled to get my blade free from the vine. Despite barely going in, it was now stuck and wouldn’t budge. I growled, using every last bit of my strength to yank it free. The force sent me flying back into the car, missing the stinger of the mosquito by a mere few inches.

Tires squealed below and I saw Nolo fly by, followed closely by two drones. I found myself silently cheering him on… he’s our last hope!

“No! Listen to me!” Lani cried. “You have to wait for another car to draft with! You can’t make it on your own, Nolo!”

I’ve had enough of this bitch. “No, you listen! Your pessimistic ass ain’t helping, you know! There is no other car for him to draft with and we’re all about to be eaten alive by these damn things!”

“I’ll make it!” Nolo announced. “If I stay in the groove.”

I bit my lip. It seems he’s figured out the trick to getting more traction. He’s pretty good… you know, for a Teku.

“I can see the end!” He cried.

“Come on, Nolo…” I whispered to myself, closing my eyes and clutching the dragon pendant that hung from my neck.

The monster let out a pained roar as Nolo soared through the portal. A bright green light shot out, flying through the sky like an invisible order to the monsters of the realm. The giant worms suddenly lost interest, the mosquitos flew away, and the vines finally started to loosen their grip. One by one, cars fell from the sky onto the track.

I grunted on impact, losing my grip on the blade. It slid across my forearm before hitting the floor. It wasn’t a deep cut, but it still stung.

The monster roared again, almost as if it were in pain, and it turned completely black. Its eyes, once a bright yellow, were now pitch black and it finally stopped moving. I breathed a sigh of relief, falling back against my seat.

The sound of metal hitting the track was followed by the bass of Teku music. I glanced in the mirror as the shortest Teku came driving up. Where the hell was he this entire time??

“Ugh, stupid stereo on wheels,” Porkchop complained.

We all started our cars, minus Vert who had to catch a lift with the ‘stereo on wheels’, and headed towards the portal. Only a few minutes after we all made it through, the portal closed.

God, that realm sucked.

“Tork!” Nolo yelled out of nowhere. “This hasn’t changed anything.”

I facepalmed. Seriously? We just escaped certain death by mutated swamp monsters and he’s already picking a fight?

“I’m still taking you down!” He finished.

“You wanna take on someone, how ’bout you take on me?” And now Mark was in it, great.

Tork held his arm up to stop Mark. “Tame it, Wylde.” He turned to Nolo. “Anytime you’re ready, Nolo. Anytime.”

The air was tense but it was quickly broken by laughter. The only laughter capable of cutting through such tension.

“Kadeem?” Vert questioned.

“You recognize the voice in the recording.” Dr. Tezla approached the group. “Kadeem didn’t drive for revenge. He drove because he knew Gelorum had to be stopped. We have work to do before the next realm opens.”

Tork and Nolo started each other down for a few more seconds before Tork turned away. “Come on, Maniacs. Let’s go move some metal.”

Everyone got into their cars and took off toward their respective corners. Everyone except for Vert, who didn’t have a car, and myself.

I didn’t want to admit it out loud since Maniacs aren’t really the touchy-feely kinda people, but I felt guilty about Kadeem. Very guilty.

I approached Vert, patting his arm to get his attention. “You okay?”

He offered me a smile, but it was obviously forced. “Yeah, you?” His eyes shot down to my bloody arm. “You’re bleeding!”

I glanced down, the sting was long forgotten in the midst of the swirling emotions of relief, anger, and guilt. Overall, I wasn’t feeling any pain. I just felt… exhausted. I shrugged it off, examining my arm lazily. “I’ve had worse.”

“We need to get it wrapped up.”

“It’s fine, Vert, really. It’s not that deep.”

He shook his head and grinned. “It wasn’t a request.”

I raised a brow in surprise and allowed him to take me to the infirmary. It was mostly quiet on the way there, which I was thankful for. At the same time, the silence weighed down on me because I knew what he was thinking about.

Kadeem.

Why do I feel like I should apologize to him?

Because deep down I know… I could have saved Kadeem.

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How I Plot MY Stories

DISCLAIMER: This method works for me. It’s subjective. It may work for you and it may not. Regardless, I’d like to think that there are some objective points in this thing. 

1) Inspiration 

This is one of those objective things, but I personally find my story inspo from a myriad of ways. Environments, personal experience, conversations, etc. However, my most common (and favorite) method would definitely have to be music. Music always tells a story. You just have to know how to listen to it.

Take for instance Si Una Vez by Selena. In English, it translates to If I Once. Now, if you don’t speak Spanish (I’m real rusty, but I can generally translate pretty well), that’s okay. 

Despacito and Gasolina, anyone? 

2) Brainstorming

Anyway, this particular song talks about a woman who regrets a relationship that she was in and no longer has plans to return to said person. Now, the first thought that comes to my mind is “what happened that made this relationship so terrible?” Did he cheat? Did she cheat? Did they grow apart? Was there possibly some type of domestic violence-related issues? These questions all serve to help you brainstorm, play around with different broad ideas. If we go with the cheating storyline, who stepped out on who? And who was it with? His friend? Her friend? This also helps you figure out your cast, OC’s, and main conflict, the heart, if you will, of your story. 

3) Conflict 

Now, here’s where my personal touch comes into play. Okay, let’s say that he cheated. Why? What caused him to step out on their marriage? The first thought that comes to mind is some type of trauma. To him. To her. I did a story years ago about a couple whose marriage was in shambles because of his cheating ways and only revealed near the middle of the story what caused him to walk away. 

They’d lost their baby. She’d suffered a miscarriage. 

So while the main conflict was his cheating, the reason behind his unfaithful ways was another secret. 

Now, this is a little tricky to do because you have to slowly build up to the ‘big reveal,’ dropping clues and such along the way. The easiest way is flashbacks. I recommend alternating so if chapter one is a flashback then chapter two is the current time. The flashbacks should start with how the couple met and build up from there that way readers see the development of their relationship and start to wonder what went wrong. 

The other method that is sometimes harder to do is clues. If she lost her child, then have a scene where she is out and sees someone with their children and she becomes uncomfortable. Mention her avoiding certain people, not returning phone calls, etc. However, do not drop too many or make them too specific or else your readers might figure it out. 

Instead, have your current chapter focus on his cheating, maybe her trying to track down who he cheated with. In the present timeframe, have a plot twist.

4) Plot Twits

These are a favorite of mine and they’re always pretty damn convoluted. That’s just the way my brain works. You don’t have to have one in your story. Not at all. I just prefer them in mine because I like stories with a bit of suspense. Now, using the Black Panther as an example is good because there are two sides: comics and MCU. I’m a fan of both and implement ideologies from both sectors into my works.

Let’s take someone like Shuri in Space Between and this notion that she’s the informant. I’ve already said that she isn’t so this shouldn’t be a “spoiler.” Someone said that she’d have the least amount of motive, but wouldn’t that make her an even better subject for a twist?

And I tend to disagree that she wouldn’t have a motive. If something were to happen to T’Challa, she would become the ruler of Wakanda and (possibly) the next Black Panther. If T’Challa marries Nala, then Bunme becomes his heir and Shuri is bumped down the line. We know that Shuri is absolutely brilliant and capable of so much. What if she wanted to be queen? She wouldn’t be too happy about some kid who, while she loves, knows nothing about Wakanda taking her “place.”

Like that part at the waterfalls? I could have written a part where Shuri is suddenly quiet when the people started calling Nala their queen because she knows what would happen if her brother were to marry the woman. 

Or going back to the cheating scenario, make the therapist that’s treating the couple the one who is cheating with the husband. Make it the doctor. Hint that the husband has a history with the cheater by writing that he seemed uncomfortable in the sessions or appointments. Readers will think it because the couple already has a lot of tension between them instead of this notion that she’s the one he’s sleeping with. 

Play around with your characters, search for the point of intersectionality, and draw on it. 

5) The Outline

For me, I do this in a number of ways. The first thing I do, however, is write everything that I have (so far) down. I write out my cast (I’m going to use my outline from stories on Wattpad, again, to avoid spoilers) and their brief background after spending a week or such on research to ensure that the veracity of the characters is on point. 

Then, after figuring out what needs to happen (I do this by freewriting and brainstorming various ideas that I know could help me build up to the big reveal of one or more of my conflicts. I have a notebook that I write in for that part. ), I do a rough outline of each chapter to figure out how long the book will be. I either use bullets: 

Or I use sentences:

Whatever works for you. 

Oh, the apps I use are: Google Docs, Evernote, Notes, and iBooks Author.

Now, keep in mind, that these are just rough guides. Your story might end up being longer, shorter, or not include something that was in the initial draft.

All of this happens to me with each fic that I formulate. 

It’s okay though because you have something to fall back on and help remember your original plans. 

I also create playists of songs that contribute to each chapter or the story as a whole. And, typically, my titles are lines from the main song that sparked the fic or I just name it after the song itself. 

Plus, I’m a visual person so I create covers/aesthetics/visuals for my fics. They help remind me of the story and the characters background. Here are some of the visuals that I’ve done for various fics (published and sitll in the making):

Take the Chadwick one. It’s got Siyanda and Simone. One on each side and a split road in the middle as well as a bed. It indicates that he can only go one way aka pick one woman. 

That might be spoiler-ish.

6) Final Thoughts

Again, someone requested that I give a snippet as to how I plan my stories, but I figured that I’d just make a post because a lot of you seem enthralled by my hot mess ass, messy ass, works. Lol. But, I needed to get into the writing mood and this helped so I guess it’s a double win? No? Okay.

~Amby