#fictional shorty story

[neonazaleas]

new jersey dad in his mid 50s voice: Hey there Paulie how ya doing? Oh me? Never better. I hope you don't mind me stopping by right before the dinner rush. So anyways the funniest thing just happened. So Louise comes to me last night crying her eyes out. And she's sobbing uncontrollably and I'm here like what's wrong sweetheart? and she tells me that her and her future fiancé were out at an establishment last night to have a lovely evening. And she says to me, she says dad somebody called johnny a clanker last night.

Now I'm confused why anybody would do such a horrible thing to my lovely daughter so I ask her who? and she tells me it was the owner of the joint. And I'm asking her and asking her and finally she tells me which establishment.

And you see that's funny Paulie because she said it was this restaurant. That we are standing in right now and correct if I'm wrong but you own this place don't ya Paulie.

Now you know that you would never do something like that. I mean clanker please I thought to myself it's 2054. Paulie would never be a robophobe. And especially not to my future son in law. and especially not in front of my darling little girl that you've known since she was yay big. You wouldn't do that... right Paulie.

I'm going to need you to step outside.

[just-emis-blog]

Rabbit

Chop. Chop. Chop -

You pause. Your makeshift knife hovering just above your quarter onion. You strain your ears for any other noise. You didn’t hear anything initially, but your breath stills and your heart pounds raucously in your ears. You have learned to heed these feelings, even as your intellect, your ego (Its decimated remains truly has its claws dug in, doesn’t it?), begs for dismissal.

You’re being paranoid, your ego whispers. There’s nothing, see? Nothing for miles. It’s been a minute, maybe five minutes already. What have you heard? Nothing. It was probably the wind, a trick of your mind, the pulse in your ear. It’s nothing. Stop worrying. You’re being a fool. You look like a fool right now. A scared little rabbit.

You still strain your ears. Your eyes dart around your ramshackle home, clocking every crevice. You remain tense. Ready to run or attack. Peter, Gloria, Marcel - they didn’t see anything. They thought it was just the wind. They called you a fool. “You’re worrying too much!” They would say, their joking tone a poor mask for mockery and annoyance. “Cut it out, Simon. It’s getting distracting at this point. Just calm down. Have a drink, eat a gummy. Chill for the love of fuck…thing’s are bad enough as it is…”

They never saw anything. Their ears were playing tricks on them. Until they weren’t. And then they were all gone. Torn to shreds and taken away, as easily as if they never existed at all. 

But not you. Jumping at every sound, at every trick of the light. Jumpy rabbit. Pathetic prey animal. You’re holding us back. Your work is suffering because of your paranoia. You can’t, we can’t, get anything done if you continue on like this. 

Your eyes linger on a dark corner. You still don’t hear anything, except your quickening breath. You feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. You are so tense your shoulder and back muscles are starting to ache. You have the urge to turn around. You resist - grit your teeth, tighten your hold on the handle of your knife, look forward, eyes forward Simon. Nothing changes, as you stare and stare, unblinking. Sweat drips down your forehead, trapped and pooling between the bridge of your glasses and nose. You want to whip them off and clean the lenses with the edge of your shirt. You want to do that so bad, your arm jerks and trembles against the instinctual movement. It feels like the walls are closing in. They are not. It looks like the darkness in the corner is expanding, contracting. It is not. It is not.

You tried to tell them. Peter was cruel to you. Gloria ambivalent outwardly and disdainful inwardly. Marcel was the kindest, but even he was not immune to the pressures of work. HQ needed answers that they were not providing fast enough. They did not care that the environment was a tumultuous hellscape that they constantly fought against, that there seemed to be no one left on this planet. They did not care that there was only so much four people could achieve. So the kindness grew sparingly as deadlines approached and went unmet, as tempers were tested, as their crew was taken down one by one, and only kindness out of obligation (the bitterness of it has you missing hatred) was all that remained.

You tried to tell them. You did tell them. They were your team. They were your family. They were all you had left. But they didn’t listen. Not to you - you who is always jumping at your own shadow. So they didn’t know…

The darkness in the corner is expanding forward. Fingers, inky black, stretching forth. A hand, then an arm follows. It stretches and stretches, bending and jerking rapidly, impossibly. Bones should be breaking, tendons popping, but it is soundless. Nothing should move like that without noise, so your mind imagines it for you. You have to or you will go insane. Your mind conjures booming cracks and pops as the hand and arm continue forward, dancing its horrible contortions.

You steel yourself, teeth grinding together so hard your gums may be bleeding, and throw your knife at the hand. It strikes the palm through, the force pinning it against the wall it slithered out of.

….your own shadow is what you should fear most.

Something screams directly behind you. It is cacophonous - a blend of male and female. It shatters the cracked and rusted kitchen windows. It tears through your flesh and bones. You want to run. You want to curl up in a ball and hide. You want to scream back. But you’ve learned. You had three, gruesome, opportunities to learn, and you will heed those lessons well. It was your fault, after all. It is the least you can do. Learn from their failure, and endure this.

You stare forward, teeth grinding, jaw locked tight. The screaming seems to swell. You feel something leaning closer behind you, looming above you. It is closing in. You keep steady, looking ahead at the hand that writhes and bucks violently against the knife. You blink. You start to see something in your peripherals. The slightest hint of stripped flesh, many mouths gaping with spiraling rows of teeth. You blink.

The screaming stops. Everything is still. You are breathing so hard and so ragged, that you have forced your body into shaking sobs. Your knife lays placidly in the corner of your kitchen. You hold your breath, and dare to turn around. Nothing.

The sob that leaves your body is one of desperate relief. You walk across the glass ridden floor to gather your knife, every movement sends fire through your aching muscles. You go back to your counter, and poise the knife above the quarter onion once more.

Chop. Chop. Chop.  

Pathetic rabbit. Another false alarm.

[thoughtportal]

by Kij Johnson

Published in Jan. 2020 (Issue 116) | 3960 words

Six story types, from Damon Knight:

The story of resolution. The protagonist has a problem and solves it, or doesn’t.

The story of explanation.

The trick ending.

A decision is made. Whether it is acted upon is irrelevant.

The protagonist solves a puzzle.

The story of revelation. Something hidden is revealed to the protagonist, or to the reader. [read]

[applebutter-and-cinnamon]

Breath of Life

Pairing: Joe Rantz x OC (Sadie)

Warnings: Drowning, Choking on Water, Passing out, Being unable to swim

Disclaimer: I've never actually drowned before, so if I've gotten some things wrong I apologize.

Boys in the Boat Masterlist

This is not meant to be a reflection of the real person that was portrayed in the Boys in the Boat. It is a work of fiction.

Joe's lungs were burning when Bobby finally yelled at them to ease up. Coach Ulbrickson signaled at them to head back to the docks when they were ready before speeding off in his boat ahead of them.

It was an unusually sunny day in Seattle. The water was calm and they had glided through the water easily all throughout practice. He was winded and tired, but in a remarkably good mood. The boys ahead and behind him were tilting their heads back toward the sun and running their fingers through the crisp water outside their boat.

Bobby let them all rest a moment before signaling with a shout to begin rowing back to the shell house. They rowed as if each passing second was a luxury. He and the rest of his shells crew were a well-oiled unit when they were all focused on keeping their heads in the boat and nowhere but in the boat.

They pulled up to the docks, pulled themselves out of the shell, and carried it out of the water into the shell house. Bobby, who was too short to be much of a help in carrying it, walked in front of them. He cleared the way and opened doors, making it easier for them to store it quickly.

Joe only felt the day catch up to him when they hit the showers and he felt the long, continuous stream of water falling softly against the skin of his back. He was hoping to see Sadie later in the day, she liked to study under a giant oak tree after her last lecture of the day and if he caught her in a good mood, he thought he might be able to convince her to study later and spend some time with him instead.

He wasn't the only guy in the boat with a girl he was eager to get to after practice. Roger had a date lined up with his Annie and Shorty had said something earlier about meeting up with a new girl that he'd met the previous night. Joe had never seen Don with a girl, but he was pretty sure that his stroke had plans to study with Bobby.

Joe toweled off and dressed himself quickly, his mind navigating the quickest path towards the oak tree that Sadie loved. He'd finished tying his shoes when the first desperate screams of a young woman echoed through the boathouse.

There was a brief moment, when the guys shared shocked looks with one another before they all burst into motion. Leaving through the locker room door and out into the main storage room of the shell house. Moving quickly, he was able to see the coaches also peaking their heads out of their office in alarm. Mr. Pocock appeared too, out of the workshop on the second story and holding a tool in his right hand.

To Joe's surprise he recognized the girl who was panicking desperately in the face of one of the freshman boys. It was Lily, one of Sadie's friends, who was pulling harshly at the boys arm trying to get him to follow her.

"Lily?" She turned toward him the second he called out her name in confusion. Her eyes were filled with tears that were pouring down her cheeks as she hurried over to him, grabbing his arm and pulling her with him. She was breathing so hard that it was hard to understand what she was saying outside of an obvious call for help. "What's wrong? What is it?"

He didn't like the look she was giving him. It was so full of not just fear, but blood curdling panic. It wasn't for her though, it seemed to be for someone else and at the way she was gripping his arm, turning it white with her strength, Joe had a stomach dropping feeling at who it might be for.

"It's Sadie, someone pushed her in the water."

~~~

Sadie tilted her head back, basking in the beautiful Seattle sunshine. It had been days, upon days of endless rainfall and when the clouds had parted to reveal the sun's golden rays shining through the windows in her lecture hall, she couldn't help but smile. Thankfully, her professor had also seen the rare sunshine and had released them early for the day, rushing his way out ahead of everyone else.

Following the rest of her classmates out into the warm air, Sadie saw the oak tree that normally pulled her to rest beneath it's offer of shade. Whether to study or to stare at a cloudy sky, she normally would take it up on it's offer of respite.

Sadie glanced down at the watch on her wrist, she'd gotten out of her lecture early enough that if she hurried, she might be able to catch Joe after practice. She missed him. He had been extremely busy between rowing, saving money up for his tuition, and his homework that it had been hard for them to find the time to spend together. She was determined to find the time to spend with him today.

She redirected her course and set out for the University of Washington's shell house. It was a little bit far from where her lecture was, but it was so nice out that Sadie found herself enjoying the walk. The breeze messed her hair but it also carried the scent of fresh water and sweet grass. She had to meander around groups of other students but it was so nice to see everyone smiling instead of rushing from building to building.

The ground grew steeper, sloping down towards the water's edge as she drew closer. From a distance, she could make out a group of tall, young men carrying their boats inside. She couldn't see Joe's crew but there wasn't anyone else out on the water either so she assumed that he was inside showering and resigned herself to waiting.

She had begun to look for a large tree to occupy her time under when she spotted a flickering hand in the air, waving back and forth to get her attention. Following the hand down, she was met with the dazzling white smile of Lily. She was smiling so hard that Sadie wondered if her cheeks were hurting, nevertheless, Sadie couldn't help but smile back at her, waving as she did.

"Come over here," Lily yelled, waving her over to where she rested on one of the floating docks. Sadie hesitated.

It shouldn't have been a big deal. Many of the other students liked to lay on the docks during nice weather to watch the rowing teams compete at the end of practice, but Sadie, who had never learned to swim had always found herself a bit uneasy on the docks. They had no railing and the water stretched endlessly down below them.

When Joe had taken her out to row she'd been nervous enough to distract herself from the uneasiness of being out on the open water. Plus, Joe had kept a steady hand on the small of her back, keeping her upright whenever she stumbled. Where Lily was on the docks, she'd have to navigate down a good portion of floating wood around some of the other students who were standing to leave now that practice was over and heading in the other direction.

Sadie glanced at the shell house, thinking over her own fears and looked back to where Lily was smiling brightly. It couldn't hurt, she guessed, and she wouldn't have to stay long. Once Joe came out she could quickly head back to the safety that was dry ground and spend the rest of her evening with her beau.

"Sadie!" Lily called again, laughing slightly in bewilderment at the stalled movement of her friend.

She forced a bright smile and placed a hesitant foot on the first slat of wood, "I'm coming!"

She kept one arm around her school books keeping them close to her chest as more of a comforting pressure than to keep them from falling in the water and she used her other arm, low as it was by her side, for stability. Sadie moved slowly, as courageous as she was trying to be, she could feel how hard her heart pounded and was perfectly fine with taking her time.

Moving quickly in the other direction, the last group of students on the docks walked by her and jostled the wood slightly as they did. She inhaled sharply at the movement then smiling politely as they tossed her concerned glances at the noise. She waited a moment for the dock to steady then continued on at her leisurely pace.

Sadie glanced up to measure the amount of distance remaining between herself and Lily. It wasn't too much further and then she could lower herself on the blue cotton blanket that Lily had spread out carefully to sit on. She'd already quirked a brow to begin saying something to Lily when the thud of rapid footsteps came up behind her. Sadie didn't have time to look to see who it was before they slammed into her shoulders and knocked her unsteady.

Her books slipped from their careful placement against her chest as her feet slid out from beneath her. She only had enough time to draw in a quick breath before she felt the water close around her head.

It was shockingly cold, she thought to herself. Distantly, she could make out the panicked voice of Lily calling out something above the water. Sadie knew enough about swimming to know that she needed to use her legs to propel herself up the surface of the water. Struggling, she kicked her legs, feeling her shoes slide off of her feet as she did. The water swished around her, moving her up before something tightened at her ankle pulling her back slightly, just as her outstretched finger broke the surface of the water.

She looked down to see a tangled strip of net caught around her ankle. Curling down, she did her best to loosen the net to free her foot from it's confines. Her lungs were burning with the desire to inhale and somewhere in the back of her mind, behind the panic that was building inside of her, she scolded herself for every other time in her life that she'd taken for granted the ability to breathe easily.

The water embraced her, keeping her in it's icy hold and caressing her hair as it floated all about her. It was beautiful, the way the sunlight trickled down through the surface of the water in golden rays. The sun was getting dimmer by the second and she wondered if she were sinking further down.

She couldn't hear Lily's voice anymore and but she hadn't caught the moment it had stopped. What she could hear was the hard pounding of her heart in her head, pounding just as hard as it had the first time she saw Joe smile.

In the next instant the water around her shook, moving her about in the water and bubbles danced along her skin. Rough, warm hands grabbed under her arms in an attempt to pull her up, halting only as the net pulled her back down. Sadie guessed it pulled her farther down this time as the sun's rays continued to disappear from her view.

The same rough hands grabbed her cheeks, shaking her gently and she forced her eyes open. The sun, she thought confused, was starting to look an awful lot like Joe. A very concerned and panicked Joe.

The urge to inhale was too strong for her to resist and her muscle began to work despite her telling it not too, forcing her to inhale a large lungful of icy water. Her body convulsed; hard.

The water shook again, moving further below her and she felt a vibrating sensation from the net around her ankle. She didn't have the energy to look down anymore though, instead, Sadie let her eyes fall closed.

The vibrating stopped after what could've been a moment and she felt herself being pulled through the water again. Rough hands were holding her close to a warm body and she let herself rest there as the world faded into nothing.

Distantly, in the part of her brain that was still working, Sadie was aware of many sets of hands pulling her out of the water and away from the warm chest she'd been resting on. In that same part of her brain, she could hear the panicked voices of Joe's crew as they scrambled around her.

It only took a moment for the familiar rough hands to come back to her, holding her cheeks tenderly for only a moment before she felt firm pressure on her chest. Those hands worked repeatedly against her chest for a moment before they parted her lips. Joe's lips slotted against hers, blowing warm breath into her mouth.

The hands stopped for a moment before picking back up, quicker and with more determination. Hands. Pressure. Lips and breath. Hands. Pressure. Lips and breath. Hands. Pressure. Lips and breath.

After a moment, her brain latched onto the repeated sound of Joe's voice in her ear.

"C'mon baby," he was saying, voice huffing as he worked. Joe's lips pressed against hers and as he breathed into her, she felt something begin to work its way up her lungs.

"Come back to me, Sweetheart," Joe sounded desperate, bordering on hysterical as he called out to her. His lips pressed against her's again, pushing the air into her lungs and this time Sadie forced her eyes open.

Joe knelt above her, blonde hair and a very pale face dripping with water. His eyes trained onto her every movement, while his face was twisted into a pained expression. His endlessly blue eyes were full of tears that he refused to let fall down his face as he concentrated on Sadie.

She gazed at him, unblinking. To her, he looked like the Greek gods of old with his wet, tan skin and shining gold hair. It could very well have been Poseidon or Apollo who had decided to bless her with their presence. Sadie couldn't understand though, why someone so beautiful would be crying and internally cursed whatever situation had put him through such anguish, to hell.

Sadie thought all of this in the split second between when she opened her eyes and when the water surged forward from her lungs back out through her mouth. It spilled over her lips and she felt herself being twisted onto her side as she coughed it out. A large hand rubbing her back as she did. She braced her weight on a shaking elbow so she could cough without hitting her head against the wood.

"There you go, Sadie," Joe encouraged, voice still strained. "Get it all out."

Every breath of air into her lungs caused more water to gush out, burning it's way out of her body. Sadie groaned, she had no idea that water could burn, had thought up until this moment in her life, that it was supposed to be fire's job to burn.

Around her, she could hear the sound of relieved murmuring voices that she had begun to recognize as Joe's crew. After a few agonizing breaths she forced herself to sit up, ignoring the voices telling her to lay down and slumped against Joe, who immediately wrapped her in his arms, supporting all of her weight.

She tucked her head into the darkness between his neck and his shoulder, listening to his heartbeat and listening to his breathing. Sadie forced the oxygen in her own lungs to mimic his rhythm and after a few breaths, Joe caught on to what she was doing.

He began exaggerating his breathing, forcing slow and steady breaths that she could replicate on her own. When she felt like she could breath at a normal rate without focusing all of her brain power to it, she pulled back to look around.

It couldn't have been too much longer since she went under. Lily's blanket was underneath her, the sun was still shining brightly, and the breeze was rustling the leaves of the trees around her. Don Hume was dripping wet, standing closest to them while six other crew members from Joe's boat stood closely behind him. Chuck Day with his arm around a crying Lily.

Joe gripped her cheek with one of his hands, drawing her attention back to him, "I'm going to carry you to the shell house, alright?" His voice trembled slightly but after she nodded her consent, he picked her up and held her securely against his chest. She rested her head against his shoulder, closed her eyes and let his steady rhythm of footfalls lull her away.

~~~

When Sadie gained consciousness, she was still in Joe's arms but they were not outside and they were not in the main room of the shell house. She was laying down on a small, twin mattress with her head resting on Joe's chest. His arms were holding her securely to him. He clung to her like she might slip away at any moment.

She recognized this room from when she'd been in it in passing. It was Joe's room, the one that he shared with Roger Davis, though Roger wasn't in it at present. Light shone through the closed blinds, but it was a soft pink of morning instead of the golden yellow of the afternoon.

As she looked around, she felt Joe stir against her. His eyes fluttered open, took in the fact that she was awake and that she was watching him. He seemed more relaxed now, though she made a mental note of the fact that he seemed unable to stop himself from touching her in some way.

"Hey there," his voice rumbled from deep in his chest, still rough with sleep. His eyes were soft and his thumb was rubbing small circles in the small of her back.

Sadie offered him a weak smile, "Hey."

His forehead was wrinkled with worry. "You gave me quite a scare," he confessed to her.

Sadie nodded, dropping her gaze from his. She brought her hand that was between them up to the center of his chest, drawing small shapes as she composed her thoughts.

Joe was quiet, content to lay with Sadie in his arms. She cleared her throat, "What happened?"

At her question, Joe began to sit up slightly and cradled her face in his hands as he studied her eyes and face. "You don't remember falling in the lake yesterday?"

Sadie reached up to hold one of his wrists in her hand, "I remember that part. I don't remember much else after slipping into the water."

"Lily came into the shell house, completely panicking," Joe started. "She said that you'd slipped into the water and hadn't come back out."

Joe stared at the wall as he recalled it to her. His eyes full of anguish and his grip on her tightened with the need to convince himself that she was beside him.

"We followed her out to where you'd fallen in and I jumped in to grab you out but you were stuck on something. Thankfully, Don noticed and jumped in after me. He had a pocket knife that he used to cut you free."

Sadie nodded, it all checked out to her. She could remember the vibrating sensation dancing up her foot while she was in the water.

"You couldn't have been in there for very long, but by the time we pulled you out, your lips were blue. You weren't breathing," Joe paused, breathing deeply. His eyes fell shut and he leaned his forehead against hers.

They rested like that for a short time while Joe tried to calm himself down, clutching to her like she was a lifeline. After a bit, Sadie pulled back and Joe opened his eyes to look at her. They were both sitting upright now but she rose up on her knees, hearing the mattress groan as she did.

She grabbed onto Joe's shoulders to steady herself and swung one of her legs across Joe's hips so that she was straddling him. His hands came up to rest on her hips, stabilizing her as she sat down on his thighs.

Sadie slid her hands from his shoulders and into his hair, caressing his blonde curls and massaging his scalp until his shoulders released the tension he was holding there.

Joe cleared his throat and looked at her, "You weren't breathing so we did CPR until you were. I carried you back to the shell house, Bobby had run to grab a Doctor while I went in after you so they checked you out."

"What did they say?" She asked, moving her thumbs up to smooth his temples. Joe leaning into her touch as she did.

"You were awake for that part," he hummed, "But, you feel back asleep pretty quickly after. Doc said you were fine and that you'd need to take it easy for the next couple of days. You were pretty out of it though, so I took you in here and we both fell asleep."

She shivered and Joe brought the quilt that was covering them both to wrap more tightly around her shoulders, while pulling her closer to him. "Thank you," she whispered.

He shook his head, "Please, don't ever do that again. I don't think I can handle it."

She laughed blankly, "I wasn't really trying to do it the first time either."

Joe nodded, "I know." He cupped her cheeks and brought her in for a slow, warm kiss that had her melting into his touch. It was a kiss that told her just how worried he had been and how glad he was to have her near him now.

Sadie responded in kind, gliding her hands across his skin and pouring all of her love for him into their kiss. Joe's hands flexed against her hips and turning his head, he deepened their kiss. His tongue parted her lips and he kissed her until all Sadie could taste, feel and hear was Joe Rantz.

A/N: Y'all I fell in love with this idea and was having such a fun time writing it up until the end. It sort of died there lol. Thanks for sticking it out til then and I'll do my best to keep writing for the boys.

[multiwreckedmess]

February Filth Fest Day 25

Prompt: Manhandling/Strength Pairing: Changbin x girlfriend!reader WC: 1,820 Summary: Don’t tease Changbin about his height.

This is a work of fiction, it does not represent Changbin or any Stray Kids member. On top of this it is an 18+ work. For my comfort and boundaries please if you are under age do not interact with this. By clicking “read more” you are saying you are of age to interact with my work.

I feel the need especially with “rougher” prompts like this to put the disclaimer - fanfic should NOT ever be used as a guide to relationships or sex. ESPECIALLY SEX. Again, it’s fiction. Stuff gets glossed over for the sake of a good story. Please PLEASE please again, not fact, not a guide, just a fantasy.

TW//CW: P in v sex, play fighting turning into more, Changbin is a little rough, undernegotiated kink, little to no prep, lots of manhandling, reader called “fuckdoll”, “brat”, and “babe”, previously established relationship. Creampie reference, cumming on reader.

 You toddled towards your five foot something boyfriend, grinning and shrieking with glee. “Binnie look how much taller I am than you,” you cackle, an ankle promptly wobbling and threatening to roll.  Changbin’s mouth presses into a thin chagrined line. “Wow, how did you do that so suddenly? What sort of magic could it be?”  You stumble a little, the newly gifted shoes murder your toes worse than anything you’ve ever worn. Landing with a giggle, elbows on your boyfriends shoulders, your tits practically clang in front of his face.  Not one to miss an opportunity Changbin leans into you face first and blows fruitlessly into your cleavage, moterboating attack thwarted barely by your camisole. “I think I like these heels actually.”  “Pervert,” you slap his shoulder playfully. “Whatchu gonna do shortie?” The negging continues. Changbin isn’t subtle, wearing a pout across his face as the wheels in his head turn. “Maybe I’ll wear these all the time, it’s so fun looking down at you from here.”  When Changbin snaps he does it suddenly and without much warning, a tremendous “yah” coming from his lungs as he backs away from you. It throws you off balance again, without his body to steady you, you begin to teeter and topple forward in surprise. He hooks his shoulder under your waist as he grabs the backs of your thighs, tipping you over him with ease.  Hoisted over Changbins shoulder you kick and squeal and gasp. It’s not exactly comfortable as his arm grasps you firmly around your thighs, upper half dangling off of his back. “You really wanna wear those around all the time? You really think you can handle that,” Changbin smiles with smug defiance that echos in the tone of his voice. Your ass peaks invitingly out from under your shorts as they ride up on you, it’s too inviting. Calloused from weights at the gym, his rough hand makes contact with your globes. Squealing and thrashing in its wake Changbin winds up again, landing another swat with a hearty ‘thwack.’  “BINNIE!” You yelp, dangling over to try to swat at his ass in retaliation as he walks you down the hall to the bedroom. “You’re such a meathead!” You whine. As embarrassing as it his, the over display of strength has your insides twisting pleasantly, not just from the force of gravity pinning you to his shoulder. If he really didn’t want to let you go, you wouldn’t be able to escape at all.

 In direct opposition to your feeble attempts to get him to drop you, you grapple for his arms as he tosses you backwards off of him and into the cushion of the bed. Splayed out, limbs akimbo, you’re disoriented long enough for him get be on top of you.  “Now who is looking down at who?” He smirks, kissing your nose lightly.  You puff at him. “Me Changbin, me man, me claim woman.” You mock with an eye roll.  “Claim?” He smirks, knees scooting between your thighs easily, pushing your legs farther open for him. He leans in and kisses you so delicately, light enough that it leaves you craning upwards harder into it. “I like the sound of claiming you.” He kisses the side of your neck, just below your jawbone. As good as your front is, it’s helpless faced with his warm breath on your collar bone, both of your hearts beating faster than usual.  “I’m not that easy you know.” You try to wriggle out from under him, turning your torso to escape from the side. Changbin easily thwarts this attempt, his hand following your shoulder as you turn and easily turning you over in his arms, face down into the sheets with his arm holding you down between your shoulder blades.  He grinds his hips against your ass, erection pressed between your cheeks, “then fight me. I’m not easy either.”  Your arms fly behind you, reaching for any bit of him to grasp for leverage. Again he counters you, falling forward over you to protect himself as he pins your flailing limbs below. He’s dense, almost pure muscle at this point between cutting and bulking, his unsupported weight forces the air from your lungs. Restricted by the mattress pushing back up into you as gravity pulls Changbin down, your head starts to feel light and fuzzy. When he’s finally firmly got a hold on your wrists he backs up, dragging your chest back with him.  Ass presenting to him, your first full breath is born with a moan as you grind mindlessly back against him.  “You like that, huh?” He taunts, “put in your place. Thrown around like a little fuckdoll.”  Closing your eyes, you moan and nod. Heat pulses in your walls, stupidly needy.  Holding your wrists pinned to your back with one hand, his other explores your body, palm rough and calloused from hours in the gym. Wasting no time, he yanks your shorts down, you can hear the waistband pop as it stretches suddenly, the elastic tearing as it fails to accommodate his forcefulness.  The air feels cold against your dripping slit. You hadn’t realized just how ready you were, Changbin shoving two digits into your wet cunt easily. He growls as you fuck back on him, leveraging the momentum to force his fingers deeper and harder and faster. The space between his ears feels cottony as he hones in on your shaking form, focused on making you squeal and twitch and fight against his grasp.  “Do i feel small now?”  Your body tries to challenge his grip as pain and pleasure blurs into an overwhelming burning sensation. “Shit, Changbin, fuck! Huh-hurts.” Gasping and sobbing into the sheets you leave damp spots of snot and spit and tears for your skin to press into. Your walls convulse around his fingers, flooding him with release.  “Going to stop being such a brat?” Changbin pants, tugging his fingers free and landing a hearty slap on your bare bottom.  “Fuck-” you warble. “Holy fuck.”  The bed shifts as Changbin tugs down his pants, “is that really all you’ve got?” The fat tip of his cock presses against your entrance. As ready as you might be for him, he’s as thick down there as he is everywhere else. He pauses, your lips barely stretching around him, shallowly fucking your walls into accepting him. “I thought you were so much bigger than me.”  Your stomach twists. You need him. Fucking hell you need him so bad. Your gut clenches again around nothing. “Please Binnie, please,” you start to beg and swirl your hips. The air is forced from your lungs as he pushes into you fully, collapsing over your back so his chest hangs over you, letting gravity pull him down as far as he can go, still a good quarter of his shaft to go.. Squealing and toes curling, your legs kick up behind you, body fighting the sudden intrusion into your under prepared walls. Your gut flutters as you feel him stir there, tugging back to prepare for another drive into your wet heat.  “Who is little now, huh?” Changbin laughs. “Do I feel short to you?”  You pant, bracing yourself for the next thrust, “you-you’re so big. Please-PLEASE,” he thrusts suddenly, making you scream. “Oh FUCK, you’re so fucking huge please,” you sob, wriggling and trying to adjust to his girth.  Much to your relief he stays there, swirling your hips together to stretch you around him.  “That’s right,” he whispers, “louder.”  “It’s too big,” you practically sob. “Binnie, you’re too big. Too much.”  For a second Changbin’s thoughts turn to fuzz as you writhe, body fighting the strangely intoxicating mixture of pain and pleasure. Pinned, speared, fucked. His in every sense of the word. “I didn’t hear you, don’t you have something to say to me?”  “Too big, so big, oh fucking christ, oh fuck Binnie.” Clenching, your core burns shamefully with the heat of pure animalistic lust. The rumble of his chest as he growls shakes whats left of the air in your lungs, his hips snapping painfully into you with a single percussive hit that fully forces your lungs to empty.  “Don’t worry babe, I’ll make it fit. I’ll make it all fit.” Changbin repeats like a man possessed as he leans back to admire his work. Palming a lobe each he spreads you wide, thumbs tugging at your slit. “You’re so tiny, babe. So fucking tight around me. I’mnot-I won’t break you. Just take it, okay?”  Your walls grip him as he pulls slightly back before ramming full speed against you as you wheeze like a freshly opened coke bottle. Hips leaning hard and insistent your stomach feels like it’s distending downwards, truly rearranging your guts as he periodically repeats the action. Pulling back, jolting forward, forcing a variety of squeaks and groans and wheezes from your lungs as he makes space for his cock in your diaphragm.  But lord you take him well, crumpling a little just for him to rearrange you, a tower meant to be knocked down over and over. Finally he’s sufficiently fucked you open, last bits of resistance yielding as he scoops your torso up to his chest, gravity making sure to fill you with every millimeter that you could possibly take.  He’s warm and all encompassing and that’s what you love about fucking him. Especially as the cool air wafts against your back. There’s no worry that you’ll hurt him as you fingers rake his back. His muscles are unyielding to your grasp, leaving you to trace the lines of separation between them like crags of a cliff. Thighs tensing and shaking, you hold onto him as tension and tempo keep your hips bouncing back against his.  “Fucking-hell-BINNIE-” your cries come out as staccato’d gasps as you cling.  “Yeah babe, just a lil’ more-” he grunts, his iron defense starting to break as his own builds in his already taut frame. “Gonna cum on my cock? Gonna cum on my big stupid dumb cock?” He taunts you as he stutters and pants, re-adjusting his grip to bring your hips harsher down on him.  “Yes! Fuck! Gonna cum on your stupid big cock you asshole,” you practically scream, arms wrapping over his shoulders and squeezing him as you explode. Shaking and jittering as every muscle in your body spasms, you close your eyes as you feel the both of you topple back into the bed.  Changbin pulls from you, he feels gigantic as he towers over the edge of the bed, watching you writhe in pleasure. It only takes a nudge of his thigh and press of his palm to display you. Eyes trained to your poor puffy and dripping pussy he cums, hot white streaks splattering up to your belly button. Slowly he traces the remnants, chuckling to himself as you whine your protests. “Only good girls get creampies.”

TY for reading, i know changbin and strength kink? Super original.

[ryuwonieebae]

𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓

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𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐏𝐒 (에스쿱스), Imagines, One-shot

Genre : fluff, romance

Pairing : Dad!Seungcheol x fem!reader

Warning : use of pet names, Scoups is scared of y/n!

A/n : This fanfiction is purely based on my imagination only. It's totally fictional. I hope this is good enough to make you guys happy. I'm still learning to write creatively. Thank you for supporting me. It means a lot to me. Thanks to my besties too<3...

When you thought that your daughter is a soft girl but boy she proved you wrong...

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"Mommy! mommy!" your 5-year-old daughter came running excitedly while calling out to you. Her excitement made you curious. With her tiny steps, and her dimple smile which she inherited from her dad, she looked even more adorable.

"Slow down, sweetheart. You might fall" you said in your most calming tone, slowly crouching down to her height.

"It doesn't matter. But what matters now is that I punched a boy!" she stated while giving you an innocent smile while your jaw dropped.

"You did what!? Choi Seung-hee! It's not–"

"Before you scold me listen to the story. So, actually what happened was (a huge sigh). I-was-minding-my-own-business-when-that-kid-came-and-started-teasing-me-and-it-made-me-angry-an–"

"Okay okay enough, I got the point but still punching someone isn't a good deed, right"

Seunghee nodded

"What if he tells about it to his parents? You might get scolded, sweetheart" even though you were disappointed, you couldn't be mad at your daughter. After all, she's just 5.

"Don't worry, mommy. I blackmailed him by saying that I'll will smack him again and again if he told about it to anyone" that's when you realised who could be behind this drama.

"You know what? Go to your room, dear. I'll talk to you later" with a reassuring smile, you sent your daughter back to her bedroom.

[FLASHBACK]

"Yah! YOU! ASPARAGUSEU! How DARE you touch my book!?

"I just touched it! You shorty!"

"You touched it!" you hit his head so hard that he felt like the whole world started to spin. Anger took over 10-year-old Seungcheol as he pulled 8-year-old y/n's braid causing her to flinch. You roared and pulled his short hair back which ended up being a big fight for no reason.

The front door opened revealing excited Seungcheol with two bouquets, one larger than the other filled with colourful roses and chocolates while the other one was decorated with baby breaths and a cute teddy bear.

Seunghee ran towards him with a wide grin, showing off her dimple. Seungcheol dropped his things and carefully placed the bouquets on the ground while crouching as soon as he saw his adorable daughter heading towards him. He scooped his daughter and embraced her, placing kisses all over her face.

Seunghee giggled and whispered something in Seungcheol's ear which he responded by nodding his head. He carefully put his daughter as if she's fragile. He made a shushing sound cutely and tiptoed into the house like a pro thief with his daughter following her dad's act.

"CHOI SEUNGCHEOL... "

Seungcheol stopped in his tracks and turned around only to catch the sight of you shooting death glares at him. He was panicking but managed to form a fake smile.

"I need an explanation" shiver ran down his spine at your demanding tone. No one would've expected the most fearsome person to be scared of his wife. Seunghee sprinted away while Seungcheol went after his precious wife.

"Explain"

"Babe, Seunghee told me that a kid is teasing her. I don't want our daughter to be bullied so"

"So?"

"I'm the one who told her to punch the boy"

"Do know how problematic and spoiled she could become if you kept telling her to hit kids and spoiling her. I wonder if she has anger issues at this age"

"I know but don't you think she has to know how to protect herself and about her anger, I don't think you need an explanation. We're her parents after all"

"She's just a kid, Cheol. Plus, as her parents we should take proper action by telling to the teacher not influencing her to hit someone"

Seungcheol took hold of your hand and made you sit on the soft bed when he noticed how much you were getting stressed. He slowly caressed your hand leisurely and pestered a kiss on your temple, washing away all your stress.

"I'm sorry, okay? Don't forget that we also used to be like this when we were her age"

Seungcheol apologised sincerely and fondled your 7-month belly delicately.

"You shouldn't be stressed, remember? It's not good for our baby"

"Sometimes I indeed wanna punch your papa but I'm afraid that his charming visuals will be ruined. Life is cruel isn't it?" you questioned your unborn baby who had no idea what was going on.

"Look who's speaking about cruelty" Seungcheol rolled his eyes in a teasing way only to earn a hard smack from you.

"Okay okay calm down my raging wife" he uttered while patting your head, embracing you, and planting butterfly kisses on your neck and your belly. You tittered stroking Seungcheol's blonde hair knowing how your unborn baby will grow up having a big sister like Seunghee.

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[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

Accidentally deleted your last ask, 🕰️ Anon, but saved the answer.

I don't think, that that will scare BSD Cast off.

There is a difference between having a difficult character/attitude and being a bad, manipulative person.

BSD Cast won't pretend to be angels, they knew, that they have their own faults.

Ranpo does know, that he has a huge ego, and he won't forget it, just because others more or less fine with this.

Dazai still don't see himself as good person, he remembered, what he has done and what he can do.

Fyodor won't pose as a savior. Now, he is trying to be a good person, acquaintances and friends, but, he knew, what he has done.

Kuyoka remember her assassin's skills.

Chuuya knew, that he has a temper.

Even Kenji knew, that he can be dangerous.

They won't leave GL for having an attitude, they won't leave GL for being clingy or selfish.

BSD Cast like everything about Guiding Light. All their good traits. All bad traits. For the Guiding Light are a real human, not perfect, not awful. Just a person, who has their own faults, but, nevertheless, a good person.

It's a story about people, who has their own faults accepts them, overcome them and build new relationships.

BSD cast will view themselves as hypocrites, if they leave Guiding Light, because they don't have a perfect character. BSD Cast knew, that they can be viewed by others in very symplectic way.

Example (not trying to attack anyone):

- Dazai knew, that he can be seen as a clown on shrooms;

- Chuuya knew, that he can be viewed as stupid angry shorty;

- Atsushi knew, that he can be viewed as crybaby, who whine 24/7.

And BSD Cast knew, that they are more, then that.

And Guiding Light are more, than their faults.

BSD Cast will only leave in one case.

If Guiding Light won't see them as humans. If Guiding Light will only talk to Francis, if they need money. If they laugh at BSD Cast, when they remember something sad from their lives. If they view Gogol only as 'funny clown', Sigma only as 'big stupid' baby', Kunikida only as 'stick in a mud' and so on. If GL will laugh at their troubles, or force them into doing something, BSD Cast don't like. If GL will see them as fictional character, without rights or emotions.

If GL are distant, or apathetic, or have short temperament, or can be selfish, it won't make BSD Cast hate them or abandon them.

[seasidesandstarscapes]

Question!!! (kinda)

So I’m trying to branch out my taste to fics that aren’t just coxstroke but I can’t figure out who is who outside of Joe, Bobby, Don, and Roger 😭

Like I want to read some other fics because I love them all, I do, but I can’t tell who is who!

Do you have any tricks/tips/a key for keeping them separate and properly envisioned?

Hello!!! I totally understand, when I was first getting into tbitb anyone who wasn't the main four was like, "he sure was in that boat...."

Honestly, it just took staring at photos and looking up all tbitb content I could find to finally nail everyone down, but here's a guide that I hope helps!!

(Also, these are just my interpretations, so please don't feel like you have to follow this at all. Since these are the fictionalized versions of the rowers, you can really read/write them a variety of ways!!!)

Shorty:

As my mom asked, "Is he Italian?" The pretty boy, the flirt, the himbo

I tend to see him as someone that others perceive as self-focused, but really he cares so much and it takes a big moment for him to show that side of himself.

Jim:

As much as I hate to say this, he looks like handsome squidward and that's how i always keep him straight fjdskflsl

He's the team captain, a bit reserved but from what we see from the movie, he's invested in helping others and I like to think he's great at keeping morale up.

My mom likes how defined his jawline is

Gordy:

Tall man, I think the tallest of all the actors? Irl I guess he was very quiet, but in the movie, he's the one to start singing the school song and help get Don at the piano, so I imagine once his shell is broken, he can be the life of the party. Thoughtful, sincere are other qualities I see in him as well.

My mom had no comment but always nodded when he and Johnny were on screen so I guess that's a good sign.

Johnny:

Johnny!!! Unassuming, but more extroverted than Gordy imo. He's the most resistant to change, but once he sees the brighter side, then he's much more willing to flip the switch. According to the book, irl Johnny would use the word "foul" a lot when describing things he didn't like

Chuck:

He has just as much fiery energy as Bobby, quick to react, quick to realize his mistakes. Passionate and determined, gets frustrated when people can't get their heads out of their asses.

Heavy smoker irl and one of the only boys who wasn't an engineering major

My mom didn't care for him much at first but changed her tune pretty quickly. Not sure why lmao

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I hope this helps somewhat!!! Again, interpretations are really up to you since we're not reading/writing about the actual people. As you read more fics though, there definitely is a bit of fanon that's leaked into all our stories and how we see each boy.

As long as you're having fun that's what matters!!

[childlikegoblinqueen]

Hi All! I'm GoblinQueen (AKA ChildlikeGoblinQueen) and I write TOH fan fiction

cover art by @lovemoroporo !

A few things about me:

I have been known to stick with a fandom for a VERY long time, so I'll be riding this train for quite a bit.

Fan fiction has become a really important outlet for me. I have been lucky enough to make some great friends within the fandom -- and I enjoy engaging with folks regarding TOH, fan art, headcanons,fics, books, and general geekery.

That said, I am an adult with a full time job and a young family. So just keep that in mind. This is something I do because I enjoy it! I appreciate everyone who puts effort into their writing and am not in competition with anyone.

The fear of burnout is real.

I am an avid reader, a big fan of music and pop culture (I incorporate both into my story telling).

Below is a Master List of links to my current and past fics.

CURRENT PROJECTS!

Bittersweet Symphony (A 90's Human AU with @threegoblinart)

Criminal (A post SCOMverse story.) -- A bit whumpier story featuring retrieval of lost memories and early parenthood. Don't read unless you've finished SCOM. It won't make sense if you haven't.

Sweet Child O' Mine

^^ Link ^^

Years after Belos' defeat and the alliance with the Collector, things have settled into a new normal. Amity and Luz are married and have a young daughter named Azura. Hunter and Willow have also married and have just found out that they are going to become parents!

Hunter looks back on the events leading up to the birth of his and Willow's first child.

Triggered by outside influences which stir fear and doubt within him, Hunter wonders if he is incapable of being a good father given the nature of his own upbringing.

As the pressure builds, Hunter will need to lean on the support of his found family and friends to make it through unsolicited advice, planning a surprise baby shower and the public’s fascination with his past life under Belos in order to protect what is most precious to him.

SCOM is COMPLETE! Below are links to some in-universe stories that do not spoil the main plot.

SCOMVERSE Prequels:

(Before the main story, generally featuring the characters as teenagers developing their relationships and familial bonds.)

Hunter's Trauma One Shots etc:

Back to the beginning. There's one way back to home again. To where I feel forgiven (collab)

The Future's Overdue (collab)

Words like violence (Vee's POV)

If you’re sinking like a stone, carry on. (collab)

Take these broken wings (collab)

I knew the reason I felt hollow.

Early Huntlow relationship stuff. Some fluff and angst etc :

You, Strange as Angels

I Remember skies, reflected in your eyes

Sun says you fly

But traditions I can trace against the child in your face.

Thank You Consequence (Longer, multiple POV story about Hunter's first Thanksgiving after becoming a Noceda)

Huntlow Week Shorties 2023

Parenthood! (Sort of) One shots involving Hunter and Willow being new parents but the baby is yet unnamed.

Believe it or not, hands on a miracle

I Climbed a Mountain and I Turned Around

My Father's Eyes (collab)

Misc:

I'm Telling Y'all it's Sabotage! (Noceda Sibling Shenanigans)

Learn to Fly (Hunter gets used to being a regular kid while Willow is away with her dads)

My Myspace page is all totally pimped out, I got people begging for my top 8 spaces. (Hunter and Gus surprise Raine with tickets to one of the Human Realm’s most talented bards — and a custom made Hawaiian shirt.)

Here's a waiver for you to sign (crack fic involving Hettie Cutburn being obsessed with House M.D.)

Monster of the Week: (SCOM Askew-niverse)

Pre-Scomverse stories where the Hexsquad deals with monsters across realms -- and adolescence (think BtVS ). Some continuity might be a little off, but its basically prequels.

Grimwalker Stories (Scary Tales and other stories involving pre-Belos Grimwalkers.

Older:

Stranger Tides: (My first TOH fic. A Stranger Things inspired retelling of Thanks to Them.)

cover art by lovemoroporo

cover art by @threegoblinart

[flintox]

Heyhey!

I have this handy telegram channel where I post all my short stories and announcements of my longer stories (and occasionally some drawings)

That way, they can be seen with ease with no chance of them being lost among the shifting waves of the timeline.

Check it out here:

[sassyandclassy94]

Michaiah @fictional-at-heart informed me that in the movie, Joe, Bobby, Shorty, Roger, and Stub were roommates in the Olympics. While Don, Gordy, Chuck and Johnny were roomies in another room.

THAT MEANS THE CIGARETTE AND TOILET STORIES (inspired by Nick Wilkins😉) ARE MOVIE CANON CAUSE IT WORKS!!!

[footprintsinthesxnd]

The Good Die Young

Masterlist

Warnings: mentions of graphic themes, war, injury, weapons, sexual images, language, 18+, swearing, major character death. Pairings: Jake Seresin × f!reader. Disclaimer: This is a series reflecting on the true events of the US Marines in WW2. All of the characters are fictional and not based off are original characters (except for Jake Seresin) and they are not representations of the real, brave men who fought in WW2. I have tried to make all the events in this series as accurate as possible but please bear in mind this is fanfiction and i have added/ changed certain things to fit with this.

Massive thank you to everyone you followed this story for start to finish. It has been an honour and a privilege to write. Huge thank you to @desert-fern for listening to my endless rants about this series and I’m sorry for breaking your heart multiple times. I hope you can forgive me.

New Jersey July 1946

Y/n’s fingers drummed nervously on the steering wheel of Frank’s car as she pulled into the cemetery car park. Frank and Fern had invited her to New Jersey to stay with them, while Y/n sorted out her new life in the States. She had moved with Fern shortly after the end of the war and while Fern already had a house with Frank, Y/n was still looking for somewhere permanent for her and her son Jacob to live.

The cemetery car park was empty, except for a few cars parked on the far side. Y/n couldn’t quite bring herself to get out of the car, her eyes traveling over the neatly placed rows of pale ivory crosses. They seemed to go on for miles, as far as the eye could see and seemed a stark contrast to the brightly coloured lives of the young men they represented.

Frank had arranged after the war for all of his friends' bodies to be repatriated back to the states and placed together in the same cemetery. ‘They deserve to stay together’ he had told Y//n when he’d first explained what he had arranged. Y/n liked the idea that Jake was alongside Edward and Johnny and that Frank didn’t live too far away. Y/n had been devastated to receive the news of Edward’s death so soon after Jake’s. It felt as though she hadn’t just lost Jake but she was gradually losing all of them. George and Edwards's hospital ship had been hit by Japanese pilots whilst being transported back to the mainland. George survived the disaster, unfortunately losing both his legs but Edward hadn’t stood a chance. The faces of the four young men filled Y/n's mind as she unstrapped Jacob’s car seat and lifted her two-year-old son into her arms.

Y/n’s heart felt heavy as she followed the white crossed rows, the names of each one etching her memory, their ages scrawled across her heart; 18 years, 21 years, 24 years… so many lives cut short. It was at the end of the row that she noticed some familiar names ‘Johnathan ‘Shorty’ Carter’, ‘Edward ‘Mary’ Hughes’, ‘Jacob ‘Cowboy’ Seresin’. Y/n couldn’t help but laugh that Frank had included all their nicknames. Each cross was beautifully clean, each one had fresh flowers placed at the base and a picture of the soldier smiling happily in their Marine dress blues. Y/n had never seen that photo of Jake before. She dug into her handbag and pulled out the drawing of Daphne that she had kept since Jake sent it to her. She placed it carefully in its frame in front of Johnny’s cross. “You’re right, Johnny. She really was a beauty.”

She smiled sadly as she unclasped the chain from her neck and hung it over Jake’s cross, her engagement ring hanging loosely down the ivory stone. Y/n sat down before his grave, her little boy in her lap, running her fingers over his headstone and something within her broke. She let out a silent sob, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably as tears began to flow freely. Jacob just sat quietly in his mother's lap, playing with a blade of grass he had picked, seemingly unaware of the devastation before him. Y/n was pleased really that he would never know the heartbreak the world had suffered over the last 6 years.

“I’m so sorry, Jake,” she cried. “I miss you so much.” She cried for what felt like hours, all the grief that she had bottled up for all those months ,while raising her son, finally escaped through the cracks of her broken heart.

The sound of someone clearing their throat behind her caused Y/n to turn, rubbing her hands over her cheeks, no longer concerned whether her makeup was smudged.

“Excuse me, Miss, do you mind if I lay some flowers here?” The young man was standing on crutches, the lower half of his left leg was no longer there and in its place, he’d tied his trouser leg into a knot. He leaned forward as much as he could, gesturing towards Jake’s grave.

“Of course,” Y/n pulled herself to her feet, moving little Jacob to stand next to her. “Please.” She helped the young man move forward to lay his flowers beside her own before he stood back and saluted Jake’s grave.

“I’m sorry, I have to ask but did you know him well?” Y/n asked, hopeful that he may be able to shed some light on the situation.

“Not all that well. I was only with him for four months but he took me under his wing and he protected me. He was kind to me as a new marine, never once treating me any differently. He was like an older brother.” The young man looked down sadly, tears evident in his eyes. “My name is Daniel Chase.”

He reached out his hand, allowing Y/n to shake it. “I’m Y/n Y/l/n, Jake’s fiancé.”

“I know,” Daniel replied. “He spoke of you often and he showed me a picture of you once. He said it was the happiest day of his life when you had a picnic on the beach in Melbourne.”

Y/n felt tears pricking her eyes again as she listened to Daniel speak. “He was a good man Y/n, he really cared about his soldiers and his friends.”

Y/n nodded, she knew Jake cared for people but she never truly knew the impact he had on his fellow Marines.

Y/n reached out for Daniel’s hand again, “Thank you, Daniel. Thank you for sharing that with me. I sometimes feel that he’s gone forever but then I look at my little boy and I know I’ll always have a part of me with him.”

Daniel smiled back at her, “I understand. Sometimes I wonder why I made it back home and so many others didn’t.”

“I think it’s down to luck…” Y/n paused, “or whether you want to be stupidly brave.”

They both laughed recalling all the times Jake performed ridiculous tasks in the face of grave danger. And at least for now, he could rest in a quiet part of New Jersey knowing that his country was free from war and terror.

Jake Seresin was awarded the Medal of Honour for his bravery in the Pacific. His fiancée accepted the medal on his behalf.

George returned to Alabama and married his fiancée Florence. They have a quiet life in Mobile, Alabama with their two daughters and their dog. George became a construction contractor.

Frank married Fern and they have two sons. They have a nice life in New Jersey. Frank became a headteacher at the local high school.

Daniel returned to the States and after many months on crutches he was fitted with a prosthetic leg. He met his future wife ,Faye, who worked at the local school shortly after. They are married and have three children. Daniel went back to university and trained as a doctor. He became a leader surgeon in his field. His family split their time between the States and Europe.

Y/n never remarried. She became a writer for the Wall Street Journal and wrote a book about the life of the Marines in the Pacific with Frank’s help. She lives with her son, Jacob, in New York. Every year they hold a reunion in Jake, Johnny and Edward’s honour and visit the cemetery.

All who returned from the war were never the same men they were when they left, all bore scars from the conflict and each man had to carry on with life the best they could, never forgetting their fallen comrades who didn’t get to see the world in peace.

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[just-emis-blog]

ABOUT

Howdy all! Just call me Emi🌺✨. I have been writing fiction and fanfiction since I was about 12 years old. I love stories that have elements of horror, found family, hurt/comfort and comedy, so it is likely you will see some if not all of these aspects in my own works. My goal with this blog is to meet new writer friends and engage in the writing community, as well as forcing myself to stay the course with my small and larger projects because, as I am sure we can all relate to, I have a tendency to procrastinate.

Updated: 10/29/24

Shorties 📘

My works that are 2000 words or less

Rabbit Simon is the last member of his team on a mission gone to hell, all the while he is haunted by their memories, and what got them in the first place.

The Okayest Adventures of Bunny Guy A series of shorts about an overworked and curmudgeonly vigilante and his (mostly) reformed villain boyfriend. Issue 3#

Short Stories 📚

My works that over 2000 words

Searching After being awoken in the middle of the night by the supposedly inactive lighthouse, Anthony Battaglieri thinks nothing of it until the following day, when he finds the small town of Soker is subjected to a mysterious ailment, that only he - as the only one unaffected - can figure out.

Seeing. Believing After a long day of studying at your school's library, you are more than ready to go home. However, things start to go awry, in a way you very much don't expect.

Currently Working On 📖🖋️

TOABG A series of shorts about an overworked and curmudgeonly vigilante and his (mostly) reformed villain boyfriend. Status: Bunny Guy and Plague Master's first meeting

Artificial Bonds Novel length. A sci-fi horror where the two main characters (best friends) are trying to escape a hellish facility, while one of the friend’s has a horrible secret that is slowly being unraveled during the course of their stay. Status: Outline, complete. Word Count, 2867

[punkshort]

Hi Shortie 🩵

I haven’t read the new roommates chapter yet, but I plan on doing that tonight as my “before going to bed lecture”. 😇🙏🏻

Anyway, I wanted to say something that has been on my mind ever since you started that Story. Perhaps my morality is off or idk I’m a bitch but the infidelity part never bothered me. Maybe it should bother me because I got cheated on and I took that very badly but then again that was real life and this is fiction. As I’m writing this I really am questioning myself because I couldn’t care less about Sam and when reader decided to finally give into Joel, I was cheering her on. Obviously cheating on your partner is not cool don’t do it, but I guess when it involves Joel Miller my lines are kind of blurred 👀🫢

Oh, don't question your morality! Like you said, it's fiction and you're just able to separate reality from fantasy. In fact, that's incredibly mature of you, I'm jealous 🤣

I did try very hard to make you guys feel bad for Sam, though. Any time I've written infidelity before, it always feels like the guy 'deserved it' somehow and this time I was like, nah, sometimes people do shitty things and that's just reality.

But I totally get where you're coming from: Joel can do no wrong in my opinion so I'll always make excuses for him!

[thehappyscavenger]

Books Read in July 2023

This month was crazy. I can't believe I read 8 books. True they were also shorties but I started 2 really huge books as well and made headway into them. WTF.

The House of Skin by Karina Lickorish Quinn

This is a really short novella (about 60 pages) that is a haunting gothic piece. A London artist is adopted by this family of patrons who bring her to their mansion to work. More of a mood vibe than anything. Really liked it.

I Am A Strange Loop by Douglas Hofstadter

This was Hofstadter making a stab at human consciousness and trying to explain what makes humans different from machines. I'm not sure it works fully but the ideas are interesting. The first third has a lot of math explanations I found confusing tbh so that was a bit of a slog to get through but I enjoyed it overall.

My Stupid Intentions by Bernardo Zannoni

Something about books about anthropomorphic animals just get me every time. This is about the exceptional life of a beech marten and is just absolutely soul crushing and beautiful. Pitch perfect, loved it.

Once There Were Wolves by Charlotte McConaghy

This was recommended to me by someone as the best book they read all year and, while I liked it while I was reading it, upon reflection it really falls apart and I hated it.

Part of it is about the rewilding of wolves in Scotland and part of it is a murder mystery following the lead character, a twin, and her sister who was abused so thoroughly she stopped talking. I found the abuse narrative like... shockingly dumb. I mentioned this on a book discussion forum I frequent and they mentioned lots of other books about the Scottish rewilding so I'm excited for that!

Fruit by Brian Francis

So I first heard of this when it came out around 2004 and it sounded interesting but it took me this long to read it! 19 years till I carved out time for this book during which it's become something of a modern Canadian classic.

This is about a little 8th grader in Sarnia who is fat and is struggling with his friendship and sexuality. Just pitch perfect and funny and heartbreaking. Hard recommend.

Bluebeard's Castle by Anna Biller

I got this as an ARC. I like Biller as a filmmaker and I was wondering how her unique style would work as a novel since her dialogue is so weird.

Oddly as it turned out. I feel like a lot of people are either going to hate this or not get it but while it's a very modern book her style of outright stating themes and blaring plot in neon lights is very reminiscent of early gothic works. Like 1700s gothic morality stuff. By the end I was won over by this so worth a shot imo.

Promise by Christi Nogle

Black Mirror-esque stories of worlds set in the near future. Like all short story collections this was mixed but there was plenty to enjoy and it left a favourable impression overall.

Blackouts by Justin Torres

I can't even explain this book except to say it's pretty brilliant. Even though I read an ARC of this I think I'm going to buy it.

It's fictionalized history and reminded me a bit of Autobiography of X even though it's about real people. I loved it though. Highly recommend.

[ridley-was-a-cat]

What I Watched This Week – 2/11 – 2/17

Lovely Complex – After that contractor who worked on the English dub for this posted that long Patreon post about how awful this series was and how he rewrote it to be better in the dub script, naturally I had to go back and re-watch this to see if it was drastically different than I remembered, or if he was just full of shit. After re-watching it, I can confidently say that anyone claiming that the main girl was an unlikeable sociopath, or that the mangaka was some kind of narcissist sicko, is just a garden-variety misogynist with poor reading comprehension. The story aged just fine. The Osaka setting and Kansai dialect should clue in even the most clueless observer that the insults and roughhousing between the two leads is slapstick/manzai comedy and not anything abusive. Seiko’s introduction earlier in the story is certainly clumsy, especially by today’s standards, but after that she’s just one of the girls, and none of the sympathetic main cast ever deadnames her. It was honestly even a bit funnier than I remembered it. Risa is a sweetheart, her friends are golden, Otani is the shorty male lead we need more of in shoujo, and the whole thing is just a great time. Now that I own the Blu-ray, I might just watch the English dub to see what that idiot did or didn’t change. 8/10

The Quintessential Quintuplets Movie – This two-hour movie caps off the series, and I have to say that my first foray into pure harem anime was a bit of a mixed bag. As a work of romance fiction, I can’t say I care for this. While I suspected the “winner” would be who she was, it wasn’t because she had the best chemistry with the lead, or because the story took the time to establish a strong relationship between the two, it was because it felt like the series was saving her story for the end. Without that bit of metagaming on my part, I could easily have seen him end up with any of the girls. If the main character has the same amount of chemistry with everyone, it’s functionally the same as having chemistry with no-one. As a drama, I wasn’t terribly taken with it. A lot of the dramatic moments it brought up just felt silly or empty. As a comedy, though, I could kind of get into it. It was fun to watch a guy juggle the moods of five girls with very different personalities, and the pranks they’d play on him from time to time could be pretty funny. I think if I watch any other harem anime, I’m going to seek out ones that lean into the comedy rather than the romance or drama. 6/10

Seikimatsu★Darling – I have watched pretty much every BL series available on the various legal streaming platforms, so I’m down to watching short, fansubbed OVAs, like this one-episode OVA from 1996. BL was just built different in the 90s, with triangle chins you could cut yourself on and plots that are a little out there for the modern BL reader. The main characters of this OVA are two coworkers who have developed feelings for each other but resist taking their relationship to the next level, as neither one wants to be the bottom. This is all mostly played for laughs, and I will admit that it got me to chuckle a few times, but it definitely feels extremely dated. Still, it’s not exactly a major time commitment, and it was interesting to watch an older entry in the genre. 6/10