#gotta find an app i can read it with eventually

[izzymalec]

love going through my old data, was looking for screenshots from it's always sunny, found a bunch of pirated books instead

[l0vergirlsw0rld]

adam designated driver

intoxicated!readerxcaretaker!adam

a/n: adam driver is maybe like the love of my life I hope he reads well. this is also an older fic but maybe 2020-ish?

wc: 2.3k

18+ MDNI | no smut but sexual themes

summary: Y/N went out and had a few too many, when trying to call a taxi driver, she taps her friend adam's contact instead.

"Can I get a whiskey sour?!"You managed to shout over the pulsating bass.

The bartender nodded, turning around to grab the bottles he needed. 

He was in his mid-twenties, sporting a thick beard and jewelry: trendy black stretchers, multiple rings on his fingers, and bead bracelets that swung from his wrists as he shook the shaker vigorously.

You observed his rings up close as slid your fifth drink of the night in front of you.  You shouted a 'thank you' and passed him the money. The chilled glass froze your palm as you grabbed it. You winced hissed.

You were already intoxicated, which resulted in you feeling warmer than usual. You began to drink your cocktail, wincing from the prominent bourbon taste hitting your tongue. 

Turning to the dance floor on your bar stool, you observed your friends dancing provocatively in front of the men.

They would grind on each other and kiss for the sake of attention as if their clothing alone wouldn't draw attention, and it would work every time. Men who were complete strangers would buy you and your friends multiple rounds throughout the night hoping to get lucky.

Tonight, you all wore matching tight-fitted black mini skirts and tops that barely covered your chest. Your outfit in question was uncomfortable, to say the least, but it was like wearing a costume. When you'd dress like that, it was as if you were a new person, for one night. You immediately gained a newfound confidence and your adventurous side would come out to play.

You grinned against your glass, chuckling to yourself.

How you loved being a woman.

You scootch off the seat, stumbling, trying to find your footing. Your sense of balance was terrible when you were drunk and your heels did not help with that at the moment. 

Eventually, you made your way to your friends on the dance floor, joining the small circle to include yourself again.

"Y/N! There you are, I missed you!" Your little blonde friend threw herself on you. You caught her in your arms, laughing. 

The six of you danced to the beat. Hips swaying, arms in the air, hair flying everywhere. You could feel the blood pumping through your veins, and sweat forming on your forehead, but you didn't care you were having so much fun.

our arms were raised in a state of intoxicated freedom as you tried to keep up with your friends, whose energy seemed endless.

Your fingertips tingled as you waved your hands to the rhythm, and your feet grew numb from the constant stomping.

Your head felt heavy on your neck, and your eyelids became harder to keep open. You were running out of breath.

Your movements turned sloppy as your body began to fatigue, even though your mind insisted you had more energy than you actually did. Your chest heaved, struggling to breathe in the tight top.

A couple hours went by and the club slowly began to empty out as people left in small crowds. The night was approaching its end. 

You were seated in a booth with fewer friends, all of you trying to call your drives home.

Your vision was blurry as you fiddled with your phone, trying to hold it properly.

The aggressive blue light blinded you. You squinted, opening your contacts app.

A few scrolls down and you found your usual Taxi Driver's phone number.

You pressed it, bringing your phone close to your ear. The ringing echoed loudly in your ears as you drunkenly awaited a response. He finally answered. 

"Ugh-mkay, uh I'm at thuh Sound Night Club.... on Las Palmas, can you cohme get me? I'm fuckhing drunhk." You slurred into the phone mic.

After a few exchanges, you hung up. "Welp ladies, my taxi issa comin soon so I gotta wait outside." You stood, steadying yourself on the table. You draped your jacket over your shoulders, clinging your wallet and phone to your chest. You gave them each a kiss on the cheek and said your goodbyes. 

Your heels padded on the tacky red carpet as you slowly made your way to the entrance. Before leaving you wished the bouncer a good night. "It's not my birthday, but thank you." He replied. You just smiled, confused. 

You pushed the heavy doors open, only to be greeted with a freezing gust of air. Your exposed legs were now covered in chills. The street lights illuminated your flushed cheeks; how nice. You leaned your back against the club's brick wall and waited for your Taxi. 

A shiny black Camaro pulled up to the curb, flashing its lights and honking its horn. You stayed put, wondering whose ride it was. It then honked again.

You just observed silently. 

The driver's door opened and a tall dark man rose from the car. "Y/N?" He shouted. You jumped slightly. This wasn't your taxi driver: You wondered who the man was, and how he knew your name.

Fucking trouble, that's who.

The unknown man was shouting your name. You looked around to see if anyone else was outside that you could ask for help; not one.

Fuck it, you thought.

You took a run for it, your cheap heels clicking on the cement sidewalks, and you gripped all of your belongings as if your life depended on it, and at that moment it did. 

The streets of Los Angeles were dangerous at this time of night, and you were the desired victim; a drunk, helpless, pretty girl in slutty clothing.

So much for being a woman!

The cold air breezed through your product-filled hair as you ran down an alley, only to be cornered by the car again.

You stopped in your tracks, shocked. Your heart pounded in your ears and your mouth was now dryer than a desert. You couldn't find your voice to yell for help.

The man got out again and started running after you, leaving his door open. The car lights blinded you, you could only see his tall shadow approaching you, quickly.

You once again tried to make a run for it but your heel fell through a manhole cover. You rolled your ankle and fell to your knees, your full weight hitting the solid pavement. You groaned in pain. The man rushed to your sides, as you cried on your hands and knees.

This was the end.

"Y/N! What were you thinking? You could've gotten seriously hurt! You could've gotten hit by a fucking car!!" The familiar voice gritted with rage. You lifted your head trying to identify this strange individual's face, only to reveal the face of your friend, Adam. 

"Adam? Why the fuhhck are yohu trying to kidhnap me for?" You slurred, trying to push away from his grip. "Kidnap? What? -Y/N, you called me from the club asking me to pick you up." He raised an angry eyebrow. 

You just broke down in tears, feeling lost and confused.

"You're too drunk." He grumbled, shaking his head.

"nO, I called, Denis. My usual taxi." You squinted, pulling out your phone to show him. Adam plucked the phone from your grasp and examined the phone.

"Y/N, it says Driver. Driver, Adam." He sighed impatiently.

"Oh, well, i swearr thaht I actually talked to hi-WOah!" Adam had cut you off by picking you up bridal style from the ground.

"Let me down!" You attempted to squirm but your lack of energy or control didn't allow you to do so.

"No, Y/N. You hurt your ankle. Now stop whining and let me take care of you. It's late- It's 4 in the fucking morning and you're acting like a child." He knelt down to grab your jacket that was at his feet and proceeded to place you on the passenger side of his car.

He then resumed his place at the wheel and sped off to his apartment. His car hummed loudly down the silent streets.

During the drive, you were quiet, your scraped knees were pulled to your chest and you faced your window, observing the lights that flashed by as Adam sped through the neighbourhood. 

You began to feel your soberness again because all the adrenaline was gone and the pain was now settling in.

Adam pulled into the parking garage and stopped the car in his usual spot. He turned off his vehicle and picked you up once more, this time with less anger. You toyed with the collar of his shirt as he carried you to his door. He had so many birthmarks on his neck.

Arriving at 11B, he managed to unlock and kick his door open. He used his elbows to switch on the lights and laid you on the grey sofa. 

"Do you need anything? Some pants, another shirt? Socks?" He spoke on top of you, trying to keep you awake.

"This outfit is too tight, Adamhm, can I borrow some long socks and one of your T-shirts?" You breathed out, with your eyes closed. Your head felt heavy against the firm couch pillow, it's like you were sinking in quicksand.

"I'll be right back." He said. 

You peeked an eye open to observe his apartment decor. It was minimalistic, with tones of light greys, topes and whites. Indie artists covered his walls, and colourful woven rugs were sprawled across the floor. He had lots of books on his shelf in the corner, you propped yourself up and dragged your feet to the library dizzily.

Poetry.

 Adam had lots of notorious poets in his collection.

He returned shortly.

"Here you go. Are you sure you don't want some shorts or sweatpants? They have drawstrings, so you can tighten it as much as you want." He placed the clothing on the oak coffee table that you were now making your way to. 

"I'm sure... thank you, Adam." You smiled unzipping your painfully tight top, exposing your red push-up bra. Adam's eyes diverted to the floor, he didn't want to make you uncomfortable.

"If you need anything else, I'll be upstairs in my bedroom. It's the first door on your left." He turned to leave. 

"Wait, Adam!" You let the top fall to your feet.

"Yes?" He turned around, making only eye contact, trying to not observe your figure.

"You have poetry books in your library." You said, sliding your skirt off, leaving you in only your matching lace undergarments. 

Adam controlled his breathing. 

"I do, I do, uh, do you read lots of... poetry?" He asked leaning against his living room door frame.

"I actually used to write some and read them at open mic nights." You smiled, unclipping your bra swiftly, allowing your breasts to bounce out of your bra.

"Much better," You muttered.

"I-I uh, I didn't know that." He bit the inside of his cheek, face remaining unreadable. He crossed his muscular arms over his chest and fixed his posture. You could hear his foot tapping the floor, and you could sense uneasiness in him.

Oh?

Casually, you let the bra fall, like your top, and slid on his grey Star Wars t-shirt that he probably had received from a fan.

Adam was not one to watch let alone buy merchandise from his own projects. The Kylo graphic tee looked cute on you, it ended mid-thigh and wasn't too wide.

"I still write sometimes, but not as much as I'd like to, you know? What about you, do you write?" You sat on the low coffee table, knowing well, that Adam was struggling to keep his composure and slid on his long black socks that went up to your knees. 

"I do, but I don't think that it's good." He chuckled, trying to seem less awkward. You simply smiled at the statement and found your place on the couch. 

"um- you need some water and aspirin, I'll go get that for you." He said and walked out of the room, his heavy footsteps thumped on the creaky wooden floors. 

In one hand he had a big glass of iced water, and in the other, he had two tiny pills. "Thank you," you mumbled tiredly, washing down the medicine with water. "Need anything else?" He asked glancing at the time: 4:52 AM.

"No, I'll be fine, thank you, Adam. For everything. It's really appreciated. Also, I'm sorry for earlier, I thought you were trying to hurt me, it was dumb." You looked down at the glass that you held in your lap, in embarrassment. 

"You are...welcomed." He gave you a small close-mouthed smile before shutting off the lights and going upstairs to his own bed.

You tossed and turned on that shitty sofa. It was small compared to your bed at home and the throw blanket was too thin for your liking, you really wished you would've taken up that offer on the sweatpants. 

"Ugh, fuck it." You groaned, now fully sober and exhausted. 

You quietly got up and proceeded to make your way upstairs to the first bedroom on the left. You turned the doorknob slowly and pushed it even slower to avoid making any noise. You saw that his bedside light was on, and you could make out faint clicking noises. When you fully opened the door, you were happy to be greeted by Adam sitting shirtless in bed, typing on his computer. 

"Hi." You quietly spoke. 

He lifted his chin and met your eyes with his brown ones. "Hi." He gave you a toothy smile. 

"Can't sleep either?" You asked, padding towards his gigantic bed. "No, not really." He chuckled closing his laptop and placing it on his bedside table.

You sat on the foot of his bed, observing his thick chest and shoulders. He was a very attractive man, very large, he looked soft. You bit your lip at the thought.

"Come." He lifted the covers from the unoccupied side of the bed and tapped the mattress like when prompting a dog or cat to come sit next to you.

You obeyed and got under the covers next to him, already feeling his warmth.

You hummed in delight as he turned off the lamp. Adam laid on his side, facing you. You did the same, trying to focus your eyes on his face through the new darkness. 

He let out a tired sigh and without warning, he pulled your whole body forward. Your head was buried in his chest, his bicep supported your neck, and his other arm rubbed your back.

"Sleep, or you'll get sick tomorrow morning. "

You smiled and inhaled the scented body wash he used. You absent-mindedly pressed a kiss to his chest, making him hum lovingly.

A moment of thinking passed and he then tipped your head back, to place a long tender kiss on your lips. You returned the kiss, feeling his plump lips against yours in delight, sending butterflies in your stomach.

After, you returned to his chest and he placed another kiss on your forehead, drifting you slowly to sleep. 

oh adam, i'd die for you

[sen-ya]

Life After Info Post

[Click here to access the Life After Digital Comic Book]

Summary: Two years ago, a viral outbreak rose the dead. Considering how his life had gone up to this point, surgeon Trafalgar Law figured this might as well happen too. When a supply run into the nearby city gets intercepted by a seemingly reckless and impulsive former patient, the dependable routine Law had settled into in this new life shatters. He finds himself exposed — his body out in the infected landscape, his conscious clawing to define what he believes is right, his heart begrudgingly deciding to find a new home on his sleeve. Maybe there’s more than a virus roaming the new world that can bring a dead man back to life.

Content Warnings: Canon typical violence, zombies/body horror (but lbr I am not good at making scary things look scary)

Relationships: Luffy x Law

Update Schedule: New page every Monday/Wednesday/Friday

Page Count: [37 posted | 55 drawn]

Latest Update: [7/21/24] WOWEE did I get myself carried away this morning. I just spent 5 hours organizing my comics and creating the digital comic book pages. I could have spent that time drawing or idk not doing what I do for my job, but I cannot be stopped. Anyway I blocked out 30 pages of this comic last week and they include the most intense action sequence I've ever done in my gotdang life. Wish me luck because I am nervous about tying down all my drawings lmao.

OLD UPDATES:

[6/29/24] HULLO! I'm doing so bad at keeping my masterposts updated lately I am sorry. All pages of life after are tagged life after if you're ever looking between masterpost updates! Also exciting update, I finally have figured out all the different plot points i'm gonna be hitting (yay!). I got hung up on something for awhile that made me not wanna work on this project, but I'm back at it. I think we'll end up with 6-7 parts! I have probably another 80-100 pages to draw lol. Also i got the app Magic Poser and it's AWESOME and I immediately used it to block out sets cuz MAN I hate backgrounds.

[6/10/24] HELLO. I'm sorry I've been shit at updating my masterposts lately. It's easiest to do from my computer, which I rarely use, and life has been happening. I also can't believe I bungled the queue and posted pg19 before pg18 i am very sorry 🤦 Eventually I'll have to turn this into an airtable base I'm sure, but until that day comes where I have like 100 pages of this comic we're stickin to the regular post lmao

[5/26/23] I got real caught up in doing summer of lawlu comics this week and this is the first week since the first week of April I haven't drawn new Life After pages and it feels weird 🙊

[5/19/24] More Luffy backstory comin' this week! :^)

[5/12/24] Updating now so get myself on schedule to update on Sundays like I had been with my other comic master post!

[5/8/24] Thank you to everyone who's liked/reblogged/comment on the first few pages!! It means the world to me that anyone's reading my silly little comics.

[4/28/24] HULLO. It’s happeninnng. I’ve spent the last few weeks working on this comic, and I gotta make this post so I can start queuing pages & link this in them! This is the most like….legit? Comic endeavor I’ve undertaken perhaps….ever. I’m very nervous about committing to how long it will need to be lol. This story is dear to my heart — zombie content is kind of my very favorite. I’ve always found it to be a great backdrop for exploring themes like grief, coping with change, community, and learning to live again. It’ll be a long haul but I hope you’ll ride it out with me!! Tomorrow I’ll be posting the first two pages. After that a page will post every Monday/Wednesday/Friday. As of this post I’ve completed over 20 pages so that I have a good lead on what’s posting and continuing to write, so I’m hopeful that’s a cadence I’ll be able to maintain. I’ll update this post weekly to include the most recent pages the way I do with my main comics master post. All pages will be tagged 'Life After' and I'll tag any pages with zombies in them with 'zombie' for blacklisting etc.

[streamafterlaughter]

Soundtrack to Disaster

Chapter XI: Be Alone With Me

masterlist | playlist | pinboard | prev. | read on ao3 | diaries coming soon

songs: don’t speak by born without bones, be alone by paramore

chapter tags: slight angst, slight hurt/comfort, reconnections, enemies to friends, slight fluff i guess? | fic tags: angst, hurt/(eventual) comfort, (eventual) smut, slow burn, enemies to friends to lovers, Eddie Munson x Fem!OC!Reader, Modern AU | This fic is rated 18+ MDNI each chapter will have its own content/trigger warnings

summary: you take a chance on something you’d believed was long gone.

a/n: sorry i’m late! this one’s a little bit of everything. you can now also read on Ao3!

DISCLAIMER: I do not consent to having my work fed to AI engines, or reposted in any way, shape, or form on other websites. Unless otherwise stated, my tumblr and ao3 are the only account that feature and contain this work, and any replication was done without my consent. Please let me know if you see my work elsewhere.

taglist @children-of-the-grave @five-bi-five @kellsck @faggotinie @xplrnowornever @taccobelle @micheledawn1975 @mewchiili @dreamerjj @losingmygrasponreality @munsonburn3r

—

You stare at the screen, cursor blinking in the text box. You’ve been stuck here for about twenty minutes now, typing and deleting words that all make you cringe. It’s unclear why you’re suddenly so nervous, once having nothing to fear when you texted this number. It hurts your heart, the way things change. Finally, you decide to keep it simple.

hi.

He’s typing before you can even exit the app.

Eddie (block later): hi?

> hi…?

Eddie (block later): to what do i owe the pleasure?

> was wondering if you wanted to get coffee or something today.

Eddie (block later): am i being punk’d?

> is it 2004?

Eddie (block later): no…

there’s your answer. pete’s? in an hour?

Eddie (block later): i mean, yeah, of course.

> cool.

You lock your phone and toss it down on your bed, flopping back into the pillows, feeling your skin burn as you think about Eddie, probably sitting in his own bed, eyebrow cocked as he reads your messages, confused as all hell. That makes two of you, having bamboozled yourself with the sudden surge of courage. You suppose you owe him at least the chance to redeem himself, you’re too old to be holding this long of a grudge.

You pull yourself from the bed, drifting hesitantly over to your closet to find an outfit. You dig through your clothes, panic coursing in your veins until you stop to breathe. This is not a date, you remind yourself. This is coffee, with an estranged acquaintance. Nothing more. You pick out one of your favorite t-shirts, the band logo almost illegible, and a pair of high waisted jeans that you secure with a leather belt. You slip on a pair of shoes and grab your old leather jacket, refusing to acknowledge that you probably wouldn’t have worn it if it weren’t Eddie you were meeting up with. The plan is to slip out the door unseen, but for some reason Chris has risen before noon today, and is sitting on the couch with a bowl of cereal placed precariously in his lap.

“Where are you off to, all dressed up?”

You look down at your clothing. “I’m not dressed up. Am I?”

Chris shrugs. “You gotta date or something?”

Shit. “No, I’m going to grab coffee. With Eddie.” You’re fifteen again, lying to your brother about going out to the quarries to smoke with your burn out friends. Only this time, Chris isn’t looking at you with his big brother face, just a teasing smirk on his lips.

“Okay… Have fun.” He turns back to the television, as if you’ve told him you’re going grocery shopping.

“What, no interrogation? No borderline invasive lines of questioning?”

He shrugs, not even bothering to turn back around. “That’ll come when you get back, I assume.”

You roll your eyes at the back of your brother’s head. “Okay, whatever! Bye!” You fling the door open and pull yourself over the threshold before you lose your nerve.

–

Pete’s Cafe is what the oldheads of Hawkins would describe as the Hippie Hang out. Its walls are covered in local artists’ work, with their prices scribbled on sticky notes taped next to them. The room holds a couple mismatched couches, along with plenty of rickety wooden chairs and tables to eat and chat at. The menu is written across a few black boards in multi colored chalk, all with catchy names and gluten, dairy, or nut free alternatives. There’s a small stage by the window that is only ever occupied every other Wednesday of the month for poetry open mics, a few of which you’d participated in in high school. It may be tacky, but this place has been a comfort to you since you were a teenager, finding solace in the peanut butter and banana toast and insanely bitter coffee.

You spot Eddie in a corner, already sipping on what looks like a black iced coffee, and you make your way over to him.

“Needed your fix that bad, huh? Couldn’t wait for me?”

Eddie beams at you, causing you to falter for half a second as you sit down across from him. “Told ‘em to look out for the pretty girl in the hardcore band t-shirt, ordered for you already.” As if he’d planned it, the barista brings another drink over as you recover from him calling you pretty. “Iced caramel, oat milk and two sugar.” She smiles brightly at you and Eddie before turning on her heel. “That still your order?”

You stab the straw into the plastic lid, taking a gulp to stifle your nerves before nodding. “I can’t believe you remember that.”

“There’s a lot about me you don’t seem to believe.” Eddie plucks a scone from the plate between you. “Although now, I think it’s my turn to be in disbelief.”

“Why’s that?” You’d never been good at playing coy, voice shaking with every word that leaves your mouth.

“Well, uh. I don’t wanna sound rude or anything because, really, I’m glad to be here. But, uh, why are we here?”

You ponder the question, straw stuck in the corner of your mouth. “Does there have to be a reason?”

Eddie gapes at you, scone abandoned on his napkin. “Well, yeah, kinda. With our long, convoluted history and everything, it leaves a fella confused.”

“You’re tellin’ me. I spent six years hating you for ratting on my brother only for it all to have been for nothing.”

“And I am, like, really sorry–”

You raise your hand to cut him off. “Not right now. This is me, extending the olive branch. Let’s see how this goes first before we get into the touchy feely stuff, okay? I don’t wanna get my hopes up.”

Eddie nods, surrendering. “Okay, fine. How do you propose we make up for lost time, then?”

–

“Look, I know you broke your rule once, I don’t wanna make you break it again, but I did get some really nice stuff from Rick yesterday, and I feel like it would go to waste if I smoked it by myself.” Eddie yaps away as he fumbles for his apartment key. After failing to find a place to go, you’d resigned to returning to his house without much thought. You can feel your palms clam up as you step inside, taking in your surroundings.

You hadn’t been to Eddie’s apartment yet. The last time you’d visited him, Eddie’s dwelling was his uncle’s trailer in Forest Hills, a room at the end of a tiny hallway cluttered with posters of metal bands and old Corroded Coffin fliers on the walls. This place has the same aura, but is very clearly a more adult version. The posters and fliers on his walls are framed, the TV a reasonable size placed on a table against a far wall, the couch draped in soft, fluffy blankets. In one corner, a black ball of fur purrs in its sleep.

“Oh, my god. Who is that?” You practically squeal, pointing to the pile of fuzz.

“That’s Ethel, she’s very sweet.” At the sound of Eddie’s voice, the cat’s head pokes out from where it was tucked into her legs. “Hi, baby!” Eddie greets the animal with a scratch under her chin, and she closes her eyes and rubs her head against his hand.

“She’s so cute. I didn’t know you liked cats.”

“One day, you’ll have to accept the fact that you don’t know much about me at all, Bee.” Eddie sits next to you on the couch, leg brushing your own as he lifts Ethel into his lap.

“Yeah, you might be right.” You sigh, distracted by the soft, warm kitten in Eddie’s lap. You scratch behind her ear, and she purrs dramatically as she nuzzles into your touch. “Anything else you care to tell me before I discover it myself?”

Eddie pretends to think about the question. “Depends on what you wanna know, I guess.”

“Right now, I just wanna know what that weed feels like.” You stifle a giggle, and Eddie’s smile widens.

“Really?”

You shrug. “Seems I’m breaking a lot of my own rules lately.”

–

You can’t help it, Chris’s words repeating in your head like a broken record. Eddie’s a good guy.

Your guard is up, sure, but you’re starting to see what he’s saying. You and Eddie are on his patio, sitting across from each other as a joint is passed back and forth. So far, you can’t argue with the sentiment. Eddie has been nothing but friendly, and that leaves you dumbfounded. You’re used to spitting half assed insults back and forth, never having a productive conversation. Today, though, you’ve learned that Eddie loves cats, lives alone, and collects vintage mugs from thrift stores. You’ve indulged him as well, telling him about your time in New York, the poetry book you’re writing, and the indie artist you found on Bandcamp last month. You’ve run out of small talk, though as you snub out the roach in the crystal ashtray.

“So, uh,” Eddie clears his throat, sitting back in the creaky patio chair. “Why’d you actually wanna hang out with me?”

You tilt your head at his words. “You really aren’t gonna let this go, are ya?”

He shakes his head. “Nope. I’m still not convinced this is some kind of cruel prank. I have a hard time believing you’re that quick to forgive someone. In fact, I know you’re not. It’s been years since we’ve hung out alone.”

You sigh, mirroring his posture. “Usually, I’m not. You’re not fully out of the woods yet though, I’m still upset with you for not telling me the whole story. However, I also know that you had your reasons, and Chris had his for letting you do it. Of course it hurts, still. But it hurt worse to let you leave.” You feel the tears prickling in your eyes, and you swat them away, willing your voice not to crack. “We were best friends once. Told each other everything, did everything together. It wasn’t easy cutting you out of my life, Eddie, no matter how well I hid it. I missed you all the time. I thought I had finally gotten over it until you came back. You just showed back up into my life, no warning, you didn’t even call. That kind of thing is jarring, y’know?” Eddie frowns in the light of the setting sun, the golden hues of his eyes sparkling in the light. You take a breath before continuing, “I don’t think we can ever go back to the way things were. It’s too painful, pretending the last six years haven’t changed us entirely. But I want you in my life again. It's probably harder avoiding you anyway, when you’re still my brother’s best friend.” you laugh nervously, attempting to fill the silence he seems far too comfortable sitting in.

Finally, he nods. “Okay, I can live with that.”

You can’t help but let out a short, sharp “HA!” in response.

“What’s so funny?”

You scoff, head shaking in disbelief. “Even after all that, it’s not a big deal. You’re like,” You shrug mockingly, then put on your best Eddie impression. “‘That’s cool, that’s chill, no big.’”

“That is not what I sound like!”

“It so is! You should be bouncing off the walls with excitement that I’ve decided to give you another chance.”

“Oh, my apologies, your highness!” Eddie shoves out of his chair and skips in circles around you and the table. “Thank you, Princess Bee, for giving a layman like me another chance at life! You’ve spared me, and now my existence belongs to you! Anything you want, just say the word! I shall fall on my sword if you so desire!” He stops, hovering over you and in front of the sun, causing him to glow. You gulp. “Better?”

“Yes,” Your voice gives with your nerves, and you disguise it with a cough. “Much more acceptable.”

Eddie throws his head back, cackling, and you let your own laugh slip from your throat. “Seriously, though,” He eventually adds when he’s stopped laughing, and you turn to listen. “I’m glad you’re willing to talk to me again, and I really am sorry. You have no idea how hard it was to come back, seeing you after so long and not being able to fall back into our life from before. I missed you, Bee, so damn much. I thought about it every day, and I wish I had picked up the fucking phone. I couldn’t do that to you, though. I didn’t think you’d want anything to do with me. I wasn’t even planning on staying here, I was gonna pack this place up and sell it.” He gestures inside to his apartment, which you now see is still half in boxes.

“What convinced you to stay?” You wonder aloud, feeling your eyelids grow heavy with the loss of the sun.

“Steve, actually.”

It jolts you awake. “What?”

“He told me you missed me. I didn’t believe him, though. He had no real proof, nothing that would convince a normal person. But it made me think about it, about what would happen if I left and he ended up being right. I couldn’t do that to you, and I especially couldn’t give Steve a reason to lecture me.” He chuckles, shaking his hair around as you digest his words.

“Did he convince you to tell me everything, too?”

“Nah, that was Chris. He feels bad enough for not telling you himself, I think he just wants to be in your good graces again. Which, knowing you, is gonna take a lot more than that.”

You smile at him. “Yeah, probably, but it’s definitely a start.” You glance out at the view below you, quiet in the fall of night, the temperature dropping steadily. “It’s getting kinda late. I should get going.” You stand, and Eddie rushes to open the screen door for you. “Thanks for having me over, Eddie. I had a good time.”

You could have sworn his cheeks had turned pink, but you brush it off as an effect of the cold. “Thanks for coming, Bee. I did too. I’ll see you later?” He says it like a question, like he’s unsure you’ll actually want to hang out again. But you nod, giving him a weak wave as you open his door, whispering one more “bye” before it latches behind you.

–

Your apartment is dark when you enter, and you assume Chris is working, or out with friends. You flick on the light switch, though, and shriek at the sight of your brother sitting at the kitchen counter, facing the door, posture far too straight for him.

“What the fuck, Chris?!” Your palm rests against your erratically beating heart as Chris’s composure breaks, face splitting into a grin as he laughs. “What are you doing?!”

“I was waiting for my little sister to come home. Do you have any idea what time it is?!” He crosses his arms over his chest, pretending to scold you.

“Oh, shut the hell up.” You close your door and place your keys on the hook beside it.

“I’m serious! I wanna know how it went!”

You roll your eyes, placing your bag on the counter. “It was fine, we just got coffee, hung out at his place for a while. Nothing dramatic, believe it or not.”

“I do not.” Chris stands, arms still crossed, to block the path to your room. “Tell me the truth.”

“Chris, you are not the one that gets to demand the truth, remember? Besides, I am. You can ask Eddie, nothing worth mentioning happened.”

“First of all, I will be getting the details from Ed regardless, so I’m giving you the chance to tell me what happened first. Secondly, your entire face is pink so there is obviously something you aren’t telling me. What happened?”

“Nothing! I met his cat, does that count?” You rub your cheeks, feeling their flush against your cold hands.

“Is that, like, a euphemism?”

“Ew, Chris, No.”

Your brother cackles, and you join him with a more nervous laughter. “Look, I don’t know if Eddie will say anything more compelling. We talked. He apologized. It was a nice time. That is all!”

“Uh huh, sure. We’ll see.”

You groan, finally pushing past him to get ready for bed. “You need to stop saying shit like that.”

From behind you, he calls, “There is always more to it with Eddie than you realize! Just you wait!”

You close your door on him, begging yourself not to let your brother’s cryptic warning get to you.

–

You wake up the next morning feeling surprisingly refreshed, squinting at the sun streaming in through your blinds, tinting your room yellow. As you stretch, kicking the blanket from your body, you snatch your phone from its charger on your nightstand. On your screen are texts from your group chat with Robin and Steve, as well as one from Eddie that causes your stomach to flutter, for some reason. Ignoring that, you open the texts from the groupchat first.

Yesterday, 11:47 PM

stevie: I can’t believe it. You really did it.

bobbins: this is unforgivable

stevie: Disgraceful

bobbins: punishable by death

You type your response quickly:

Today, 9:05 AM

> please forgive me, i am only human. also, if u could fill me in on wtf ur talking about???

It takes a few minutes, but Robin responds,

u hung out with EDDIE and u didnt TELL US??

> rob, it has been less than 24 hours, at least let me breathe a little!

bobbins: that’s why im shocked! we had only just talked about it! i figured u were gonna wanna plan it out a little more!!!

Steve finally joins the conversation:

sorry, bee, we’re just in shock that you did it without like completely overthinking it. we were worried someone had replaced you with a bad imitation

You snort as you type your reply:

> how did u guys even find out already?

Minutes go by.

> ???

Finally, Steve caves:

He texted me when you left last night. I texted Robin.

You roll your eyes and jab the keyboard.

> i hate u both! look, if u want all the gory details, meet me at bennys in twenty.

They each reply with confirmation, and you roll out of bed to get ready for the day.

–

[joels-shitty-puns]

The Key to Your Heart - Track 1

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Musician!Reader

Summary: After writing your feelings for Pedro into a song, it gains a lot more popularity than expected. Ultimately it brings both criticism and support, with new possibilities around the corner.

Warnings: 18+ only (MDNI). Potential for puns/dad jokes (name of my blog, and the fic) should give that away. This is my first fic which should be its own warning, lol. Also some cursing. Mentions of masturbation (f) maybe more smut later idk. Sadness, reader is pretty depressed. Poor body image. Rude people. Bullying-ish and just lack of support? Anxiety. Age gap! Reader is in her mid 20's, Pedro is current age (48).

Other stuff: Reader is plus sized. AFAB. Inexperienced. Also has a dog, but you can pretend it is another creature probably.

Word Count: 1.9K

Series List: Here!

Thank you for checking it out :) let me know what you think. I made this probably more wordy and personal than I should've... OOF.

The clock was nearing 4 AM when, with a sniffle, you closed the app you were on and clicked the power button on your phone. A single tear ran down your face as you rolled on your side and hoped that maybe in your dreams you could experience the love you craved so desperately. For the past few hours, and every night you didn't have work in the morning, or had free time before bed, you would read fanfiction. You knew people had a lot of poor opinions about fanfic, but the best thing about them is that unlike other stories, you were in these. You could imagine it was you in the story spending time with your favorite characters.

The worst part of fanfiction, however… is when you realize it isn't real and won't ever happen. Sure, you can imagine it, and you can feel the emotions and even give yourself pleasure at the thoughts, but when it wears off, you realize that it's just you. You're alone, and not your mind, nor your hands, can give you what you truly want. What you need.

You aren't so dumb or delusional as to think it's real, or to think you have a chance. If your own mind didn't tell you that enough, your family and friends would remind you plenty. At the mention of your crush, you'd get comments that had a playfulness, or childlike connotation at the idea of you crushing on someone famous. If not that, you'd get pity, or told you should put yourself out there and find someone you actually have a chance with… as if you chose to have these feelings. Why would you choose to fall in love with someone you have no chance with?

For a while, you could pretend it was just a crush and that you couldn't be in love with someone you've never met. But ultimately you accepted that it wasn't true. This isn't the first time, and you're sure it won't be the last. With the previous crush lasting several years, you knew you'd just have to wait it out. 

This time around, the crush was on Pedro Pascal. Current heartthrob of the world, starring in some of the most popular franchises of the time. If people didn't know his name, they certainly knew a character of his; unless they lived under a rock. 

With this information in the back of your mind, the fact that everyone knew him and everyone loved him and he could have anyone he wanted, you sighed, hoping it would finally get through your head, and rolled over to your other side. Unable to sleep, you pulled out your journal to write down your feelings before eventually drifting off, pen in hand.

Letting out a groan, you awoke too few hours later to your dog Skipper crying in your face. "Gotta pee, buddy? Alright.." You climbed out of bed and he spun in a circle before galloping through the house towards the patio door. Humming a song you don't yet know, you sit by the door and think about what you wrote the night before. It wasn't uncommon for you to write songs, and you found it comforting to play instruments and sing your feelings out into the lyrics. Although you often recorded and purchased the copyrights to your music, you never posted it.  Maybe someday…you always told yourself, pondering with the idea of some extra money. 

After letting the dog in, you sat at the piano with last night's journal and wrote a song which spilled your feelings for Pedro. You recorded it and went about your day, but it kept nagging you. Finally, after another sleepless night, you posted it onto some music streaming websites. Using a stage name of just your first nickname, you added the song, which you titled "Imaginary Love." It never mentions Pedro by name, only talking of the strong feelings you have for someone famous that you'll never be with. 

Once that was out of the way, you didn't check your accounts for several days. Eventually, however, you began receiving emails. Radio stations wanted to play your song, record companies wanted to sign you, they wanted an album. Your head swirled, and you agreed to put out an album with other songs you've written, still maintaining your stage identity. I'll just be like Hannah Montana, you thought, with a laugh of disbelief. 

About a month later, you and your music were still a mystery to people. People loved your song. People related to it. But of course, there were critics. Negative impressions spurred about you being childish, immature, naive, and silly. Others just wanted to know the gossip. Who were you? Where did you come from? And WHO were you singing about?!

Trying to ignore the chatter, you noticed a new interview of Pedro being posted, as advertisement for his newest film. Finally something to look forward to and get your mind off of this! Flicking on your television, you broadcast the interview of Pedro from your cell phone. Your heart skipped as you looked at him, his messy brown curls falling near his ears that held his large black framed glasses. His brown eyes twinkled as the interviewer talked to him about his work.

Eventually they broke into more casual conversation, discussing current favorite movies, what he last saw in theaters, what he's binge-watching, last concert he saw, and finally… the current song he can't stop listening to. 

"Oh, man… I can't stop listening to "Imaginary Love," he answered without hesitation, hand on his heart.

Your stomach lurched. Your heart stopped. You forgot how to breathe. What. The. Fuck. Shit shit shit shit shit. This can't. Be real. You rewound the video. This HAS to be a dream. But it wasn't. "Imaginary Love," he said. Oh. Crap. You replayed it several more times, but it didn't make it more real. The interviewer replied "oh… here we go. The song everyone is talking about! I am curious though, what are your thoughts on it? Who do you think it's about?" Pedro's smile faltered a bit at the man's tone, but he remained his usual genuine, sincere self when he answered. "I… I'm also curious about who she is and who the song is about, but I think that ultimately it's up to her whether she decides to reveal that. I think we can all relate to the pain of love, especially unrequited, and I think it's brave of her to share that level of open vulnerability with the world. I can't expect her to share more than what she already has."

Your heart fluttered.

Yet the interviewer continued. "Don't you think it's a little… I dunno… naive? I mean, you get it, you're in show business. The average kid really doesn't have a chance, and even more so, isn't it a little… creepy? The way she's put this guy on a pedestal? Claims she's in love with a man she doesn't even know?"

Pedro's fingers twitched around the base of the microphone, his eyebrows furrowed, and he slowly nodded while pondering his response. I can't watch this anymore.. His pause felt like a lifetime, and you couldn't handle the tension. The interviewer was an ass, but his words were nothing new. He was probably right... You are creepy and naive. You reached for the remote to turn off the television. It had only been a few seconds, but you couldn't bear the potential heartbreak that you knew would come. This is exactly why you haven't revealed yourself or the subject of your lyrics.

Pedro cleared his throat before speaking. "You're right… I am in show business and I get it. I get that in order to get what you truly want in life, we all seem a bit naive. I've spent my life trying to make it as an actor, sometimes struggling if it hadn't been for the help of my friends. I was naive, and I suppose a bit delusional. Obviously this is a bit different though. Unlike jobs, we can't choose who we love. I think we've all had celebrity crushes at some point in our lives."

Your breath was caught in your throat and you could feel tears welling up in your eyes. He doesn't even know you, and he's somehow able to reach into your lyrics to understand exactly how you feel without the judgment or pity you often feel from those who know you personally. And yet… the asshole interviewer kept on. Seriously dude… how long are you going to drag this on? Talk to Pedro about his achievements. Quit ranting. The interview has completely gone off the rails. "Okay.. I gotta ask though.." Ugh what now??! He continued, "this girl is a fan. The only thing she knows is what's made public. She's keeping her identity hidden but doesn’t seem to wonder what her so-called “love” is hiding from the world. Would you, as a celebrity, genuinely consider someone like her, a fan, if she came out and said the song was about you? I mean, would any of you out there? We're not just talking about a normal person, or even a slight fan. We're talking write-a-song-about-him level obsessed."

Pedro answered without hesitation. "Sure I would consider it. You can already feel her emotional vulnerability and passion. I think she's deserving of happiness just like anyone." If only you knew.. It is you, Pedro.. But your negative thoughts filled your consciousness. Like he'd want you.. he's almost twice your age.. look at yourself. He can have anyone he wants. He'd never actually choose you. Look at your blemishes. Your big stomach, flab, and stretch marks. Nobody has ever wanted you. You've never even been kissed, you fool. A grown adult.

You frowned and finished watching the interview, swept away in your self-hatred. You slunk onto the floor, cuddling your dog, seeking the only comfort you're able to receive. This is why I prefer animals, you think. They love you no matter what you look like or who you are.

A few days later, the events of Pedro's interview went viral, spurring both negative and positive responses.

"Pedro Pascal Defends Unknown Artist"

"Mandalorian Actor Slams Interviewer"

"Watch: Pedro Pascal Interview Gets Heated"

The headlines get more and more dramatic, acting as if fist fights broke out or a gun battle ensued. It was all pretty tame. A simple conversation of differing opinions. However… you still couldn't help but feel guilty that he put his own reputation on the line for you in a way. He doesn't even know you. What was in this for him, that he felt the need to defend you?

It was at this moment that you decided to log into Instagram from your stage artist profile. Hopping into the message section, you typed out Pedro Pascal and clicked his profile, writing out a message. "Hi Mr. Pascal! I recently watched your interview and I can't begin to express my gratitude towards you. I feel terribly guilty that this is beginning to weigh on your own image, but I would like to say thank you from the bottom of my heart. Thank you for your defense, thank you for your support of my music, but most importantly, thank you for seeing my lyrics as they were meant to be… from my heart. Thank you for your kindness."

You tapped send and waited with bated breath. After ten minutes of staring at the screen, you decided you needed a break from the internet, dropped your phone, and went for a walk with Skipper.

Meanwhile, from the couch at home, your phone lit up with a notification.

Instagram

Pedro Pascal (pascalispunk): replied to your message

Thanks for reading!! Interested in track 2? Read it here!

[littlemissmiller]

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑟 𝐻𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑠

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒: 𝐀 𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐎𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫

Pairing: drug dealer! coriolanus x fem!reader

Summary: (au) with the Fourth of July approaching, Coriolanus still worries his plan to make you his will fail. after posting about your boyfriend’s betrayal, you seem to have changed and maybe even developed a soft spot for Coriolanus…

Warning: 21+ (mentions of drug use, drug use), eventual smut, fluff, jealousy, obsession, slight stalking, possession, toxic relationship.

Word count: 3.6k

A/N: hello hello lovelies ♡︎ chapter 4 is here and i know i said i’d have it out yesterday but once again that was a tiny little lie 🤭 in all reality i fell asleep after work literally editing it so i got it done this morning and here it is (y’all gotta remember i work 12hr hospital shifts) the wait is over and i promise the next chapters from here on out will be spicy 🌶️ (the plot is moving and it’s about to be sean evens hot ones up in this bitch) so enjoy enjoy enjoy ❣︎

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The next day, Coriolanus wakes up slightly groggy, but he confuses the rapid notifications on his phone for his alarm. He had almost forgotten that he posted that video, the video of your boyfriend cheating on you. He remembers, and quickly reaches for his phone. Over 100 notifications and more coming in all from the anonymous post on Yik Yak. He also has several texts from Sejanus, curiously concerned if he was all right from the night before, as well as if he was aware of the attention the post was receiving. He unlocks his phone and immediately opens the Yik Yak app. And it already has 200 likes and every second he refreshes there seems to be a new comment. He can hardly believe it, but at the same time, he was sure that it would gather a great amount of attention given the context of the situation. He scoffs to himself, closes the app, and pulls up his text messages with Sejanus.

Dude did you post that video?

Yeah…

It’s going insane…look

He had sent Coriolanus the link, but there was no need. He went to his own app and pulled up the original post there. It was no longer sitting at zero comments and zero up votes, but had 300 upvotes and 100 comments. He clicks on the post and it refreshes, and the comments and upvotes go up. He reads some of the comments.

OMG that’s wild

I feel like we all saw this coming

crazy…

that’s a high school relationship for ya

He scrolls through some more and they are all similar in their nature. Many people seem surprised, with the occasional comment about how it was predictable or how they felt bad for you. Coriolanus contemplates if you or Devon had seen it, given the comments are anonymous. He checks Instagram and starts to look through people’s stories. So far nothing, then the video pops up. He swipes story after story after story. It's the video, re-uploaded, slightly grainy, but the context is as clear as day.

He closes Instagram and FaceTimes Sejanus, who picks up immediately.

“Dude…”

“Yeah, yeah I can see. Fuck do you think she saw it?”

“Do you hope she did?” Sejanus inquires

“Yeah, why else would I post it.”

“Well they will definitely break up now” Sejanus states with a concerned look on his face.

“What?” Coriolanus huffs

“Just, be careful with all this. Like what if it comes back to you?” Sejanus warns

“How? You’re the only person who knows I posted it.”

“I-I don’t know, just…I don’t want to see you get in trouble…”

“What would I get in trouble for?” Coriolanus questions, scrunching up his face

“She might not appreciate it if she finds out you took the video and posted it. That’s all I’m saying.”

Coriolanus hadn’t thought about that. Given that he posted anonymously, he didn’t think it’d get back to him, but now Sejanus has him thinking twice. Should he have been more careful? How else should he have guaranteed it not make it back to him. He thinks for a moment, then convinces himself he’ll be safe as long as Sejanus doesn’t say anything.

“Well only you know it’s me and I don’t expect you to go tell her.”

“Of course not!”

“Good. Then I don’t have anything to really worry about right?”

“I suppose not, but just be careful nonetheless”

“Yeah. If you find anything else out, let me know.”

The two boys finish their phone call and Coriolanus states up at the ceiling dumbfounded. He smirks to himself feeling victorious at first, but then a wave of guilt rushes over him. Maybe he shouldn’t have intervened in your relationship in this way. Maybe it wasn’t right for him to do it in that way. But how else was he supposed to go about telling you? How else was he supposed to let you know and make sure no one knew it was him? He goes back and forth in his mind, trying to reason with himself that he did what was best and he did it for you. He knew how unhappy Devon made you and wanted you to have someone who would treat you right. That someone being Coriolanus himself. He would know how to love you right, show you how much you mean to him. But how is he supposed to see you? School was done and college was slowly creeping up. He didn’t have much time or much of a plan to see you. But he needed to hang out with you, get you to fall for him, so he could finally have you.

A week passes and the post is still popular. His guilt still lingers in the back of his mind and he tries to push away the feeling, which is harder to do. It's already been on everyone else’s mind too and he’s reminded of it every time he opens Instagram or Snapchat. June soon ends and July is rung with the sounds of booms and beautiful lights. As the local Fourth of July festival approaches, Coriolanus still has no idea how to hang out with you. He feels like reaching out might give away his cover and he can’t risk that. He can’t seem to take his mind off it. How to get to you.

As he stands in Sejanus’s driveway he looks over to your house and is once again reminded of you. He huffs as he misses his shot against The Plint’s basketball hoop. It is a hot day, but breezy so the two boys decided to get out of the house and play some one on one. Sejanus takes the ball, but doesn’t rebound it. He dripples it slowly, looking at his best friend in confusion.

“What?” Coriolanus questions, wiping the sweat from his brow

“You seem off”

“I don’t know, I haven't played in a while.”

“I’m not talking about your game, man.”

“Dude, I said I’m not worried about that other stuff.”

“Are you sure?” Sejanus inquires

“Yeah, c’mon it’s still your ball. Take the shot.” Coriolanus instructs

Sejanus purses his lips and shoots. He hits the rim and it knocks against the white string, into the basket. Sejanus bounces it over to Coriolanus, who slowly dribbles it up the driveway.

“Can I say something?” Sejanus quips

“What.”

“Just, I know you don’t want to talk about it but you seem tense and worried.”

Coriolanus stops dribbling and holds the ball in the crook of his elbow. He hangs his head and sighs.

“Look, I know you're trying to be a good friend and I appreciate it, man but I-“

Before Coriolanus can continue, he sees your car pull into the driveway. Sejanus turns around to look and catches on. He looks back at his friend, whose blue eyes are fixated on you as you step out of your car. You step around the back and open the trunk. You take out a few Target bags and your mom is with you. She helps you carry in, what appears to be, college dorm decor and supplies. You notice the two boys watching you and wave. Coriolanus waves back, then looks over to Sejanus, who is giving his friend a knowing look of second hand embarrassment.

“Dude, you always just stare at her.”

“She’s waving back, is she not?”

“I’m just saying, she definitely knows you like her. Just by how you look at her I mean if a girl looked at me the way you look at her…”

You walk into the house with your mom and disappear behind the door.

“Fuck dude…is it that obvious”

“Yeah, it’s that obvious” Sejanus sighs

The two boys continue their game and you can’t help but watch them from your kitchen window. You smile and admire the young handsome blonde with his shirt off, slightly gawking as he flexes his muscles to shoot another basket. You decide, with the amount of sweat dripping off both of them, they could use something to drink. As you walk over, the two boys are focused on the ball, Coriolanus in possession, and Sejanus tries to block his shot. You clear your throat and announce yourself to them.

Coriolanus turns to see who is talking and misses his shot. His eyes widened at you and the two glasses of lemonade in your hands.

“Thought y’all could use something to drink.” You smile

As Coriolanus takes the glass from you and presses it to his lips, he can’t help but admire how cute you look in your top. It wasn’t too fancy, just a pink top, but it hugs your chest just right. You look especially cute in your white tennis skirt and classic white adidas’s to match.

“Thanks. How are things?” Sejanus asks, sipping his lemonade

“Could be better. I guess y’all saw that video last week?”

“Yeah.” Sejanus speaks up, trying to sound casual

“Sorry Devon’s such an ass. I can’t believe anyone would do that to you. You deserve better.” Coriolanus speaks up

You smile shyly, trying not to cry again. You had been crying all week over your relationship ending. You feel like a mess, but also feel free. Free enough and bold enough that you choose to walk over to Coriolanus and Sejanus. And you’re glad you did. Up close you can see the beads of sweat roll down his torso and dripping from his forehead. You love it, how wet he looks. From here, you finally get a good view of his build. He’s lean, yet he still has muscles. And you can’t help but notice the faint happy trail that starts at his belly button and disappears into his pants. You glance at his body briefly, then back at him.

“I appreciate it. I can’t believe it happened how it did, but I had my suspicions sadly.”

“It’s not easy, nonetheless” Sejanus chimes in

“Yeah. At least the summer is going by fast. Then I can get on to Stanford. I can’t wait to go to California.”

Coriolanus tried to hold a positive face and nods. His stomach drops at your sentiments, another reminder of his worries that he won’t get his chance with you before your half across the country.

“Yeah it is going by fast. I’m not sure I’m ready to get back into school work yet” Coriolanus sighs

“That’s true, I guess I’m just ready to get out of here. I feel like after this week, I want to get away from it all” you tremble, wiping away a single tear.

“Understandable…” Coriolanus agree, trying to sound comforting

“So…” you clear your throat “are you guys going to the Fourth of July festival tomorrow?”

“Mom wants us all to go to the club tomorrow.” Sejanus remarks

“Oh yeah. I’m not going to that. Devon’s for sure going to be there and I’m avoiding him at all costs. I'm afraid he’ll try to get me alone or pull some bullshit. He kept blowing up my phone.”

“Really?” Coriolanus scoffs

You nod and roll your eyes.

“I’ve had to block him. Ugh honestly, when he does shit like that it makes me so less sad. Like I can’t believe I let myself put up with his toxic fucking behaviors”

“Don’t blame yourself. It’s not your fault for the way he treated you.”

“I know,” you sigh “I’m still trying to remind myself of that…”

“But about the festival? Are you going to that instead?” Coriolanus asks

You nod.

“Mhmm, me and a few friends. You should join us Coryo.”

Fuck he loves how his nickname slips off your tongue like that. It sounds so perfect when you say it and for a second, he thinks about how you’d moan it.

“Yeah, sure…ok sounds fun.”

“Ok cool, I’ll text you details once we get our shit together” you chuckle

“Thanks again for the lemonade.” Sejanus sighs, handing you the glass back.

Coriolanus gives you a longing look as he sips the rest of his. He hands you the glass, thumb brushing over your fingers. You smile at him.

“Of course. Well I’ll let you guys get back to it. I’ll see you tomorrow Coriolanus!” You wave, striding back to your house.

Fuck. This is all surreal. You invited him. Him! Of all people. This whole time he was worried about how to see you again and like the angel you are, you flew right into his lap. He smiles to himself, biting his bottom lip and looking down at the pavement.

“Damn dude, maybeI will get my shot with her.” He sighs

“For real. She was looking at you like a fresh piece of meat.”

“Was she?”

Sejanus nods vigorously

The next day, Coriolanus feels excited, yet anxious. He knew this wasn’t an official date or anything, but he couldn’t help but want to make an impression on you somehow. He looks at all his shirts, and finds a nice dark navy button up, with small scattered white dots. He tries to take his mind off this evening, but as the clock ticks by, he gets more and more anxious. You seem so confident now without Devon. Like you can finally be yourself without having to be a version of yourself that Devon likes.

Coriolanus’s phone dings and he has a feeling it’s you. He opens his messages:

Hey! We are meeting around 7

next to the front entrance

of the festival. That's cool?

Sounds good.

See you then

His heart drops as he texts you, his stomach in knots. Fuck, he feels overwhelmed. His mind is racing with thoughts and his chest feels heavy. He takes out his dugout and lights up a joint. The smoke flows through him and his body starts to relax. He takes another strong hit, the thickness of the air causing him to cough. Coriolanus sets the joint on his ashtray and opens up instagram. He checks his DMs and he has a couple of messages. He clicks on the first one. It’s one of his classmates.

You selling at the festival?

I can. What ya need?

Xanny

Okay, I’ll be there at 7

He opens the next one and it’s from you. You had sent him a poster for the festival and said:

Just in case you need more info :)

He smiles to himself. You really are more bold now that Devon isn’t monitoring you and Coriolanus likes it. He likes this side of you.

The evening comes quickly and Coriolanus finishes getting ready with one last spray of his new cologne. You love how it smells from past times he’s worn it and it hopes to have the same effect tonight. As he drives into town, Main Street is packed with people and the festival looks like it’s bustling with families. The smell of deep fried dishes and fresh lemonade fill the air. Coriolanus parks on the street and walks up to the front entrance of the festival. He has a few Xanaxes in his pocket. He looks around for the classmate that wants to buy and moments later he approaches.

“Hey man!”

“$35 each. I got four.”

“Damn ok…I’ll take two”

He hands Coriolanus the money, trading him for the Xanax. As his classmate walks away, you and your friends approach him.

“Hey!” You wave.

You look so cute. A strapless red romper and a pair of white, strappy, sandals. You smile at him and he smiles back. For a moment, it feels like it’s only you and him. Coriolanus speaks up.

“Looks packed”

“Yeah. Let’s go in!” You suggest.

Coriolanus stays close to you as you and your friends walk around the festival, checking out the booths, and look at what the vendors are selling. You check out a moon shaped necklace and show it to him.

“That’s so cute!”

Coriolanus smiles at you. He loves the way you light up. He loves how you get excited and knows you’d look beautiful in any necklace. Perhaps he should buy it for you, but he doesn’t want to make a scene. He takes note of it and vows to come back. The group walks around some more until you all decide to stop to grab some food. They stop at a burger food truck, order, and wait for their food. Once it’s ready, they all find a seat. Coriolanus makes sure to sit next to you.

“Oh my god I was so hungry.” You hum, biting down on your burger.

“You sure you wouldn’t rather be having charcuterie and hors d’oeuvres?” He jokes

You shake your head vigorously and smirk. Meanwhile your friends toss him a suspicious glance.

“Not at all. All that fancy shit is nice, but can’t beat this.”

“That’s very true.”

Your friends finish eating, and decide to look at a few more booths. They walk off, leaving

You and Coriolanus alone.

“Got about another thirty minutes before the fireworks start. Want to find a spot?”

He nods as he finishes his burger. You both discard your trash and walk around the festival grounds, looking for a good spot to watch the fireworks. You walk over toward the pavilion where a band is playing music and spot a few empty chairs.

“Perfect! I’ll let the others know where we are.”

“Hey thanks for inviting me. I probably would have just lit up at home and played video games”

“Yeah, fireworks all alone would have been lame.” You tease

“Oh I meant, like smoking weed, but it would be lame.”

He looks at you, feeling awkward for a moment. Then you look over at him, your smile fading his nerves into oblivion.

“I’ve never done that before”

“Weed?”

“Yeah, Devon was always very judgmental”

“Yeah? Well if you even wanna try let me know?”

“Maybe once I get some birthday money I’ll get back to you.”

“You would have to pay me. Besides, what would you use to smoke it with?”

“I don’t know. I see you roll it up in paper all the time.”

“Yeah, well if you ever wanna like hang and get high for the first time hit me up”

“I definitely will”

Coriolanus’s heart thumps hard on his chest. He feels hot and tries to tell him it’s just the heat of the summer getting to him, but your beautiful lips look so divine. How beautiful would they look with a joint dangling from it, smoke blowing out and fanning his face. He imagined how you would look on his bed stoned, your cute smile looking relaxed and calm. You look away and pull out your phone. You start texting your friends and Coriolanus looks around for them. Minutes pass and they still aren’t here. You look at your phone again and receive a text from one of them.

“Oh! They found a spot closer to the food trucks, up on the hill”

Coriolanus starts to move but you tug on his arm.

“Let’s just…stay here…” you suggest

He nods, giving you a boyish smile.

“If you say so. I’m actually going to use the bathroom real quick though…”

“Ok!” you perk up

Coriolanus walks off, and walks to the booth that was selling jewelry. He told himself he’d come back to buy that necklace for you and he wasn’t joking. He looks around for it and spots it. He takes it to the front, pays for it, and finds his way back to you. He slides the necklace in his pocket and is greeted by your beautiful face as he approaches. Coriolanus gladly sits back down, starting to wonder if your friends left you so you and him could be alone. You scoot closer to him and the show begins. Bursts of color and sound fill the air, and Coriolanus takes a deep breath, enjoying this moment with you. As the lights continue to flash, Coriolanus can’t help but watch as they light you up. Your skin glows under the reds, blues, oranges, and greens. Your eyes dazzle and sparkle. He’s in utter awe of you and he chuckles to himself. You glance at him and he tries to act as if he wasn’t looking, but you catch him and he snickers.

“They're beautiful aren’t they?” You remark

“Yeah, absolutely…” he agrees

As the show continues, Coriolanus tries to focus, but can’t help but want to look at you and you him. His attention is fully drawn away when the finale happens. The sky lights up like a Christmas tree and roars like thunder until it's quiet again. A roar of applause starts up and you and Coriolanus stand up to go find your friends. You text them as you move through the crowd, and eventually find them.

“Hey! You ready to go?”

“Umm I think I’ll have Coryo give me a ride, if that’s ok?”you look at him

“Yeah that’s fine.”

“Ok, we’ll see ya then!” Your friend waves

They leave you alone with Coriolanus again and you walk back to his car with him. He wishes he could hold your hand. He wishes he could say you look as beautiful as the fireworks, and kiss your cheek. You still look beautiful under the streetlights and as you hop into his truck, he feels like this is a dream come true.

“Sorry about this old thing.” Coriolanus apologizes

“No worries. Hey I was wondering, maybe I’d take you up on that offer tonight?”

“Y-you want to tonight?”

“You offered” you smile. Wheb he first mentioned it, it was already a tempting z

Coriolanus can barely contain his excitement, yet he simply nods at your request and chuckles.

“If you really want to then we can…”

“I’ll text my mom and let her know I’ll be home later.”

And with that, he starts the car.

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[dustykneed]

for context: star trek into darkness (specifically, my take on the implications of bones doing what he had to do and the emotional fallout of those missing scenes) (not that ive seen it!! but ive read enough fic to know the gist of it LMAO) (can you believe this started as an impulse draw to see if i could use pastels to convey heavy emotions and now im writing a very very long headcanon in my notes app.)

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Leonard goes and he plays god, and injects Jim with that godforsaken blood, and then there is nothing left to do but wait.

He sinks into the chair at his desk, and steeples his fingers together. It occurs to him that these circumstances are the sort that would drive any religious man to bow his head and clasp his hands together, like so, and pray.

--but he is a doctor, and he has never been religious, and he has a duty to do, and he has broken his oath, and there is blood on his hands and flecking his shirt.

Leonard sits very still at his desk and weeps, and he does not pray.

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sorry to all of y'all who had to find out i was an angst goblin this way <///3 but basically the hc/rough fic is an extension of the angst potential of that one scene where jim wakes up and fixates on spock (and his lack of response towards bones is never addressed afterwards i think? not sure but it's an interesting premise imo)

brief summary: bones never gets closure from jim after he wakes up because jim and spock get together immediately after and it just slips their minds, so bones is stuck in "oh god jim's dying" mode and feels absolutely terrible, but the bridge crew helps a bit by being there for him to hang out with, but still bones does overwork while trying to work through the sense of wrongness of not being able to have his emotional needs met after the whole jim dying fiasco and feeling like his best friend has forgotten him. he admittedly makes good progress (by which i mean he's able to take really big overwhelming feelings and put them away well enough in his daily life to function relatively normally) but the crushing grief is always in the background. about a month or so after spirk gets together, spock accidentally brushes bones' arm and is absolutely slammed by a wave of unexpected exhaustion and emotional pain and is like ??????!!!????????? long story short he drags bones to jim and bones cries for the first time since jim "died" and it is immensely cathartic and then jim blurts out a confession because he has horrible timing and asks bones to join him and spock and obviously bones cries harder and spock is about to smack jim upside the head lmao (bones says its way too much to process and he needs time but hes not exactly opposed, and they all start spending more time together, and then eventually bones is like fuck it and asks for a kiss and they finally get together !!!!!!)

as a treat for reading all of my mildly insane word vomit y'all get a soft bittersweet aos mcspirk scribble<33

gotta love aos jim's majestic eyebrows and aos spock's general sort of >:[ expression!! really growin on me tbh

[sameschmidtdiffname]

And now, for some shit ain't nobody asked for... *drumroll please...*

Fanboy Futturman Headcanons That Hardly Make Sense Unless You're Deranged

(because it's fun)

Tags: just rawdog it bruh, idk what this is. I got fucken murmed.

Notes: Special thanks to @luverstream for going insane with me. This list is based off of our oddly specific thread. Love you pookers <3

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• 100% started writing fanfiction for 'Biotic Wars' because there was only two works in the whole fandom and they were both illiterate/ooc

• It started as a challenge because he likes writing as a hobby so he made a random account on Tumblr and wrote a one-shot from Tigers POV just for shits and giggles

• He didn't expect literally anyone to read it, maybe a couple notes

• Then around his lunch break the next day his phone won't. Stop. Dinging.

• Long story short, he ends up with an account with like. 1.1k followers

• Once he realizes he has a serious reader base, he takes his blog seriously

• He spends a weird amount of time perfectly curating his blogs aesthetic with mods and whatever extentions he can find

• Personally commissions other fans for his fanfic borders, proper gifs, etc. He has one fanfic actually illustrated for Kinktober and it stays at the top of the 'Biotic War' tags for months

• Speaking of Kinktober, literally will not make plans for October/late September because he knows he's gonna aim to post everyday

• Will stay up for days writing when he gets hyperfixated

• Hates posting short fics. If the number doesn't end with a .k he doesn't post it until it does

• Also has a bunch of Easter eggs from his favorite movies and such in his works as well

• Knows an insane amount of copywrite laws because he's had to deal with people illegally selling his works/uploading them on other platforms

• When he eventually gets a partner he initially lies and says he wanted to become a lawyer when he was a kid, thus why he knows so much

• That works for about 12 minutes before he finally breaks down and tells them the truth, then offers to show them his work because he's told literally no one in his personal life about it

• His partner eventually becomes his editor and co-author on certain works (mainly smut)

• Half the time when he's actively working on smut he's gotta stop midway to "test the accuracy" w/ said partner

• Writes OUTRAGEOUS smut that makes him unable to look in the mirror while he's writing it

• Deadass hides under his blankets in total darkness with tape over his computers camera because of the shame

• Has a collection of proofreaders/consultants because his first smut included cervix penetration and he got dragged by basically everyone on Tumblr for it

• Had a work get popular enough one time one of his friends sent it to him because they figured he'd get a kick out of it

• Which made him panic and stop writing for like a month to lay low

• Has a completely different Spotify account for writing because his mom uses his "normal" account even though he has a family plan (side note: they make little playlists for each other :))

• Has like 50 different playlists dedicated to his fics that's available for his readers to listen to

• The artists all range from Deftones to dodie depending on the work

• His top artist is Ayesha Erotica with 2000+ minutes spent on 'Yummy'

• (Also has an impossible amount of hours logged on said Spotify account)

• Has a whole panic attack when he leaves his phone in the 60s because he had a whole new chapter ready to publish in his 20 part hurt/no comfort/slowburn fic that was over 10.k words in his notes app

• Wolf finds his Ao3 account one time and becomes... concerningly obsessed with Futturmans work without realizing Futturman is the author

• It gets to the point Wolf will legit go on 30+ minute rants about the stories while Futturman is just hyperventilating in the corner because he doesn't know how long he can keep up the facade

• It gets worse when Wolf makes an account and starts actually commenting on the works

• However he ends up getting impressive tips from the rants and ends up incorporating his suggestions into his works

• Wolf never stops bragging about this

• His most popular work/series follows a female oc that originally started as a one-shot request for a oc x Wolf fic (which Wolf hates because he says it's OoC. Futturman does not agree nor care.) But ended up getting popular enough there's well over 20 parts

• At some point he, Wolf and Tiger get into a massive argument because he finds a bound copy of all of his works amongst their supplies and no one will confess who's it is and keep blaming each other

• (It's Tigers)

• When he gets to his final timeline he manages to get his all of his drafts back through Susan (who had a lot of questions, and was given no answers) and just publishes his work as an original series since Biotic Wars no longer exists

• "Orginial series" gets insanely popular and now he has like five burner accounts so he can read fanfiction of his own fanfiction

• Writes fanfiction for his own series purposely to fuck with the fanbase

• Usually will make it ooc but well written, but once in awhile comes up with a "headcanon" that will come true in his next book so he can watch the readers implode

• And last but not least

• He casts his other self in the final timeline as the male lead in the eventual movie adaptation. Because of course he would

(Bonus: in the OG timeline when Futturman ends up disappearing, his biggest series ends up never being finished, nor his blog updated. Leading to a weirdly thorough four hour video docuseries made by Wendigoon about the rise and disappearance of the mysterious author and how the 'Biotic Wars' fandom eventually finished the fic themselves and created their own spinoffs, leading the work to get more popular than 'Biotic Wars' ever was and like five different people falsely claiming they wrote it, only to be disproven within an insanely short amount of time. Yeah, kinda a full on My Immortal.)

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Don't ask me what this was, I think I got possessed. Anyways, bon achoo sweet.

Taglist:

@cassiecasluciluce @gh0u1ishly @joshhutchersons-slut @schmidtsbimbo @sugarevans @wompwompwomp57 . Thank you for your support pookies!!! <3

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[vitaminseetarot]

PAC Pick a Song - What About You Currently Shines Brightest?

Sup y'all, I'm back in time for the start of Leo season with another pick a card reading! The full moon is coming right up and I will likely do a reading for that as well very shortly, but I already had this done the other day and wanted to get it finally posted after much delay!

Below here are three cards to choose from belonging to the now-obsolete board game DropMix. It was a game connected to an app now unfortunately no longer in service, but it allowed the game to play by having chips in the cards activate a code that would send to a phone app to tally points as well as play music. You could pile the different cards together on a jockey board based on color and basically create your own remixes. You could play or make freestyle music. My basic pack has as many cards as the minor arcana + 4, so I thought these would be fun to bring out and work with for the partygoing Leo energy that's budding this late summer.

1, 2, 3

Pile 1. The Weeknd - Can't Feel My Face

Cards: Baroness (Fire, Leo); "I am in touch with my purpose and passion in life"; 7 of Swords, XIX Sun, XVIII Moon

(Okay just a quick note I just gotta let u know that I eventually plan to paint over the Sun card for my only RWS-esque deck because the smiley face creeps me out lol so I put a tiny candle over its haunting face. The Sun is supposed to be a positive card dangit!)

Anyway back to your reading! Right off the bat I feel like you're gonna be shining bright this season no matter how you personally feel about summer, get in the mood and live it up! Light that bonfire. Jump in the pile of autumn leaves. Tap into your senses in the most innocent and playful way. I feel like you shine brightly when you get excited about literally anything in your life, it could be a new brand of coffee or new pair of jeans or something but people like how you react to things. Reminds me of Youtubers who have these funny but authentic personalities as they review random products or whatever.

I feel like you can get so in love with something that you kinda, as the song suggests, "go numb" and let everything else fizzle away from your focus. But the thing to remember is that all those other things are still there even if they don't light you up. It's all about learning to find the sweet spot between really enjoying the moment and being in flow with the best of things while also attending to the gritty details. It doesn't mean you should "go numb" in the other direction by only focusing on practical things. When I see Sun and Moon in the same three card reading I am reminded of Temperance because you're trying to balance two different energies together that are ultimately meant to work together. Manifestation+work, joy+catharsis, reason+instinct, yeah? It's a lot to seesaw back and forth every day but 7 of swords tells me that you find ingenious ways to pull it off. Don't let the shyness snuff the light out, and don't let the egoic sense of duty override your needs.

If you feel like sometimes you have to sneak away to find time to enjoy what makes you shine from the inside, I'm getting guidance for the collective to simply learn how to share a little bit of what you're doing while balancing it with the part of you that wants to protect your creative ideas and work on them. Again, there's a message here about balance. You don't have to spill everything about your life to the first person who asks, but at the same time there will be people who benefit from your fiery energy. Your interests and talents deserve to take up some space, pile 1. I think this pile just shines in general even if you're not always aware of it, even if it's incredibly subtle. It's in the little things.

⊱ ──── {.⋅ ♫ ⋅.} ─── ⊰⊱ ──── {.⋅ ♫ ⋅.} ─── ⊰⊱ ──── {.⋅ ♫ ⋅.} ─── ⊰

Pile 2. Evanescence - Bring Me to Life

Shield (Fire, Sagittarius); "I attract relationship in harmony with my authentic self"; 5 of Cups, 10 of Pentacles, 9 of Pentacles

This pile could be going through some awakening period right now. I know, I know, it may sound cliché with "wake me up inside" as the lyrics, but it occurred to me that the Shield in your card is like this old energy that has been barricading you from material experiences. Like this is a pile who's really already been in the thick of the brambles and is wanting to come out. The Sagittarius arrow sign is in my mind like a flare set off from deep in the woods as if to say, "hey! I'm over here, come find me!" It's being let off in the sky in the hopes of rekindling some sort of lost connection to something, could be a person or to a certain goal. You currently shine brightest when it comes to relating to others, and seeking out positive relationships.

It could be that you've gone through some disrupting experiences that have encouraged you to wall off to self heal. This may have taken a long period of time to work through. I feel that you're moving into a part of the thicket where more light is pouring in from the outside, that you're near the end of a long isolating tunnel. You're entering a phase of your life where you're ready to have connections that feel more solid and real, rather than fairweather friendships. You're looking for sustainability, for people to have some sense of loyalty with. People with whom you can truly enjoy the abundance of life. The main issue is that grief and isolation can becomes habits that we may need to temper with in order to allow the new. Forgive yourself when you still feel the need to retreat even as you begin to stand out more. Depending on how long it's been, it can be quite an adjustment.

Maybe abundance is coming a little slow here, as the green color here is blocky. But it's rich like emerald, so once it's found, things will transform in your life radically. It's saying that even if you identify as an introvert, there is still "treasure" to be found in building new relationships. It could be totally virtual. But you shine from making the most out of the opportunities that your current or as of yet undiscovered relationships have to offer. You have a lot to offer others as well. I do get a strong teaching role from this pile. Maybe you've thought about going into teaching. I think your students would see you as sensitive and resourceful.

⊱ ──── {.⋅ ♫ ⋅.} ─── ⊰⊱ ──── {.⋅ ♫ ⋅.} ─── ⊰⊱ ──── {.⋅ ♫ ⋅.} ─── ⊰

Pile 3. LMFAO - Sexy and I Know It

Marigold (Water, Scorpio); "I am wise and wonderful"; 6 of Pentacles, 2 of Pentacles, 10 of Cups

Your reading is so clear to me, you shine brightest when you are fully present in the moment and loving what you're doing and who you're being. I don't think this pile likes to waste any time lol. I think you've had some hard experiences that have taught you how to value the time and resources you have, especially when you give this energy way generously. And I get the sense that you're learning how to manage both the philanthropy side of things with the personal fulfillment side. You're learning that one does not necessarily require the sacrifice of another. Compromise, maybe, but not at a net loss. You can give without overextending the hand, you can seek out bliss in life without taking it away from others.

This is not a common trait to shine in, pile 3. It's a mature place to shine, but not always easy to develop. It's required a lot from you right from the beginning. There were probably some things you had to let go to make it all work before. But it doesn't always have to be that way. Your ability to rise above the situation, brush the dust off your coat and move forward is what makes you shine. Although I'll say this: even if it looks like all is going well, you're still allowed to feel whatever grief is stored up inside you. It's part of moving past it in order to make the most out of the present.

Some of these experiences may have had something to do with your sense of confidence, your body image, how your present yourself to others, self-expression, and I'm also getting pretty privilege as a topic. Self worth over buying the right kind of things too… I think you're letting your hair down finally. You're letting some outdated ideas about your image go, you shine when you declare yourself to be beautiful and sexy "just because". Why does there need to be a reason? Some people might tell you that you, in particular, aren't "allowed" to feel good in your own skin and clothes. Some may get threatened by your confidence. But it's because that's where you shine and it's up to them to adjust their vision. Tell em to make an optometrist appointment if they can't handle seeing your presentation.

⊱ ──── {.⋅ ♫ ⋅.} ─── ⊰⊱ ──── {.⋅ ♫ ⋅.} ─── ⊰⊱ ──── {.⋅ ♫ ⋅.} ─── ⊰

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2023, Vitaminsee Tarot ™

[tallulah477]

LOL ty! im glad you think i could write JFJFFNND but nah i use a lot of run on sentences lmfao but i also have too many ideas that are in my head or on my notes app

but honestly the avatar universe is just so good on its own like i think u can make 28747373 fics out of the canon story like and still make more yk but i do love thinking of neteyam and loak in different aus like the royalty one 🤭 soon to be king neteyam whose bethrothed to another but loves his maid he known since childhood and plans to run away with her to a small cottage with a garden to sustain themselves

and prince loak doesnt reallt care for neteyams future wife (only cares abt training and finds her bratty) but as time passes when she goes to visit them he falls for her and her bitchy attitude (i imagine their relationship is all bark no bite)

and OMLLL loak who goes to visit her families nation/kingdom and as he's getting a tour of the place he can hear rumours from the knights or princes at the event later that night that theyve had sex with her and she was crazy shit like that

and then the first time they have sex he finds out shes a virgin and he would be just so SOFT with her and when she wants to ride him he says she just doesn't have too but shes like No I will then cue her getting the wind knocked out of her as she slowly inches further down on him and then he just takes over and fucks her from that position - he pulls her down to where theyre chest to chest and hes trying really hard to not go so fast bc its her first time but hes going crazy he gotta grip the sheets and lots of praise from loak saying shes being such a good girl for him and calling her his princess

im realizing i made their dynamics so 180 from eachother LMDAOKFJFNF

also i think yk whose who sending the messages based on the typing style but ill just do that emoji anon thing NFND

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I swear it's like you read my mind because I was just going to make a post today asking if you wanted to be my first emoji anon lmao

Welcome 🤍 Anon!!!

I completely agree that on its own the Avatar universe is so huge and one of the most ideal worlds to write in. It's so unique and real - like firmly settled in what it is and how thought out/meticulously it was crafted. But there's also so much room for fans to take bits of it and put their own spin on it while still staying true to the overall world as a whole. Like the queue play thing: we know how they work and what they do for the most part, but we're able to be like "hmmm, I think it would feel AMAZING if we put it here (wink, wink)" and play with it and attach it to body parts that James Cameron would probably be horrified if he knew what we were trying to do to the sacred alien appendage 😂

Catch up on the story:

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five

Extra: One | Two

CW:// None

I can just imagine Lo'ak's reaction after Neteyam and his girl run away together and Lo'ak becomes the future king-to-be. He'd be so upset because his whole life he's been compared to his older brother and always in his shadow and Neteyam always got everything, but at least Lo'ak got to focus on training and eventually he would be able to settle down with someone that he gets to choose. But noooo, Neteyam gets everything he wants, including the girl he wants, and just left Lo'ak there to take over every responsibility that he just up and dropped.

Now Lo'ak has to take be betrothed to the girl Neteyam was supposed to be with and she's got an attitude problem even more than before Neteyam left. But can you blame her? Poor girl grew up in a society where men ruled everything and woman were looked at as things to be used or bargaining pieces. She knows what's said about her - the rumors that other people make up about her to put her down. God forbid we ever have a strong, independent woman with any sense of self confidence. And she thought she was getting lucky with Neteyam, maybe she finally found someone who would respect her and treat her well. But he never gives her a chance, prefers the company of a maid, and then runs away with her.

Her confidence would be absolutely shattered after that and then here comes her replacement prince, the king of attitude himself, also scorned by his older brother's actions. They both have walls up, both have issues they have to deal with - but when those walls finally come down? Hoooo boy. Magic ✨

[shootingstarpilot]

☉✄ for the fic ask game

Ask Game

☉ what do you do when you get stuck writing?

A few things-

I read. Whatever I can get my hands on. And I try to do it with an eye towards writing- I try and examine what I'm reading to see, "oh, how does this author write dialogue without it sounding repetitive?" or, "how does this author use body language to express how a character's feeling?" But also, if I'm not in the mood / don't have the spoons for that, I just read for the sake of reading. Old favorites and new finds. Poetry is good to find turns of phrase that lodge somewhere behind my ribs. Eventually, something trickles through.

Also, this is probably not helpful, but... I write anyways. And I give myself permission to write shit. It's like when you're turning on a tap that hasn't been turned on in a while, and you gotta let it run for a bit to get potable water. I've got several different versions of Stitch's POV last chapter, and even more versions of scenes that I'm writing for this next one. That first bit of writing is gonna be rusty-brown, but I'm never gonna get to something I'm pleased with if I don't turn on the tap. (For what it's worth, I'm still working on internalizing this.)

Credit where credit is due, I found this tip on Tumblr, so it's not my own- but a trick I've found really useful if I find that I've written myself into a corner is to go back ten sentences and take it in a different direction from that point. This might take a few tries, but it usually ends up working really well for me.

Nearly forgot, but I also make huge use of the voice recording app on my phone! I speak the scene into existence first- vibes, snippets of dialogue, whatever's in my head- and then I transcribe it. I would recommend this to anyone- going on a walk and talking about your fic into the voice recorder is a really good way of breaking writer's block!

✄ what’s your editing process?

What editing process?

For real though, my editing process usually looks like rereading and rereading and rereading again- doing my best to catch typos, inconsistencies, editing certain phrases that grate on my nerves- and, occasionally, rewriting whole sections. But not without a whole lot of complaining to my dog.

Then, when I can't find anything else, I reread the chapter a few more times until I'm absolutely convinced that it's the worst thing ever to grace the face of the earth-

Then I post it.

Everything I wrote above for what I do when I get stuck writing is also pretty intertwined with my editing process, to be honest. There's never a clear distinction.

I don't usually get to talk about the technical aspects of writing, so thanks so much for these- they made me think critically about my process, and I can always do with more of that! I'd love to hear other people's tips and tricks as well!

[silvershayde]

Sharing cus tbh I feel lonely rn and I'm very confused? Feeling s bit uninspired

So today (last day of classes before mid term break) I had an eye appointment and they said my eyes produce less tears, Haven't read up on it but they also mentioned technology and how it causes headaches

I'm almost done with school so I actually have soooooooo much free time sans the studying I gotta do, but I also wanne reduce my technology usage cus I have a crippling dependency ever since I had to revise my other hobbies to not get out of track with classes, but just thinking of picking up those hobbies again feels daunting and like, I won't be able to feel the love I had for them which makes me sad :(

I already crochet and have books to draw in, but writing for fic has always been online cus it's just easier to save and preserve my writing that way (plus more secure in my case) than to write ideas in a book and run the risk of them getting lost. But I really wanna cut down tech usage so instead of just writing out the plot in full I'll use paper and pen to write out the outline of my story plots and then make notes of the misadventures or side quests the characters go through and the characteristics of the characters

Honestly, I'm talking about this to someone else cus I kinda want an alternative perspective? I realised that school has made me so dependent on someone telling me what to do and I hate it, so I wanna try and practice independence more, especially planning how I wanna do my hobbies

okay, so as someone who has written stories both online and physically in a book, i was more productive writing it down on paper. sadly i did lose the book, but that was more because i did move around quite a bit when i was younger and it was hectic and not because of negligence on my part (then again i am also known for losing things but usually i eventually find them. and i actually don't know if i would read it back or not i was like 12 when i wrote it lolol)

I don't know too much about less tears can do to your eyes other than your more prone to have irritation and straight up scratches on the eyeball (i know this because my optician told me i had this but then didn't tell me what to do about it - still haven't done anything about it but i know eyedrops help)

honestly do what you truly think is best for you. if you're struggling with what to choose i suggest doing a pros and cons list and put em side by side. that's what i do when i'm truly indecisive and other's opinions don't really help. but! i will say that even if indecisive and asking others opinions, usually you lowkey know deep down what you wanna do and all it takes is someone else's thought process to know if you would fully go for it.

if you wanna cut down tech usage, instead of going cold turkey and making it harder for yourself, use night shift/night light (or whatever is your device/phone's equivalent) so you can reduce blue light at night. I know that androids have this black and white thing that gets enabled at a time for you. ALSO!! i cannot stress this, disable notifications. You'd be surprised about how much less you'd go on apps and stuff when notifs be off. But this is all the stuff that's worked for me personally, you can try these out to see if they work.

eye strain is a very real thing. technology/screens/whatever are usually what causes this and even looking away from a screen and doing something else can make it worse if it gets that bad. when you start to get that annoying thing at the back of your eyes or you feel a light ache around your eyes, know your slowly starting to experience eye strain and you need to relax them. having dry eyes i think make it worse because of the scratching/irritation it can cause and because if your eyes are dry enough, your ability to BLINK would start to get affected. and that's just a long day

about your other hobbies, i get it feeling daunting if you havent dabbled in a while, i feel it whenever i get back to drawing after a long while. all i can say to that is slowly ease yourself back into doing it. start small, because if you go in acting as if there has been no time between the last time you've participated in your hobbies, you could start being overly harsh on yourself if it isn't going as smooth as you wanted. but trying it out, is better than not at all. and it'd help reduce screen time

[quintinh43]

Hi love! So I have a question… what helps you and writing your fics. I’ve been wanting to post something’s I’ve wrote, but to me they aren’t really that good, so I’m just wondering what are like your inspirations when writing because yours is so so beautiful

Hi loveee, thank you for the compliment it really warms my heart 🫶🏼🫶🏼

Ok, so the first thing I have to say is, honestly, I write for myself most of the time! For me, writing is stress relief cause I get to escape into my own little world of my creation.

That being said, I started sharing my writing because I felt it would help me improve. I can't even tell you how stressed/embarrassed I was with the first Quinn fic I posted on tumblr, even though I have been writing and posting fan fiction for yearsssss. It's pretty daunting to try something new and sometimes you just gotta close your eyes and jump.

My main thing was, it's ok if I think it's bad, I know I'll get more comfortable eventually.

With all of that in mind, here are some things I do to help me get into the flow of writing or help when I'm stuck on a scene etc. And just help me in general!

1. I need background noise!! This is different for everyone, but for me, I like background noise. If you haven't tried it, I would definitely recommend trying it, again it is different for everyone. I usually listen to instrumentals, or I'm watching Brooklyn 99 in the background. Idk why, but for some reason, Brooklyn 99 really turns my writing brain on! Maybe try a show/movie that is familiar to you!

2. I write on my phone! Everything gets written in my notes app, and when I'm done or close to done, I will copy past everything into an actual doc and then edit it on my laptop. I find that writing on my phone is less stressful. Maybe I'm traumatized from uni, but writing on my laptop just feels like a chore. Plus, if you write on your phone as soon as inspiration hits, you can write! You don't have to wait for an opportunity to get out your laptop and yadda yadda.

3. When I'm frustrated with my writing, I leave it for a little while and then come back later. In between, I'll try to look at writing prompts/scenarios on pinterest/tumblr and just think about how I would write them.

4. Write how you are comfortable! I'm big on metaphors, similes, and like flowery figurative language, so that's usually how I try to write. Another big thing for me is I want to feel when I'm reading, so I try to write in a way that mimics feeling. For example, if you're writing a scene where you wanna portray anxiety I find that in real life. When I'm anxious, my thoughts feel rapid and stunted. So I'll write short, choppy sentences. Or when I'm trying to portray the feeling of love, I'll write longer, softer, sentences, cause to me the feeling of love is something that you want to keep around.

5. Another thing I like to do, is I try not to mention something if it isn't gonna be useful/have a purpose. Don't get me wrong, sometimes I love throwing in those useless spare details cause I think they elevate the story. But when I used to write, I used to be super detailed about everything, and I found that it was a drag to read.

6. I'm not a big planner, I feel like planning limits me. Sometimes, I'll jot down a few bullet points of what I know I want to see, but other than that, I don't really plan. I also don't really write in a liner fashion. Sometimes, I'll start writing in the middle of a scene because that's what I'm most inspired to write, and then I'll go back and connect the beginning and such.

7. Don't delete your writing!! If you've written a scene and you don't like it anymore and think it doesn't fit, or it doesn't flow, font delete it! Copy paste it into an empty note/doc and then you can delete it from your main piece. I find that keeping my "bad writing" helps me grow. Plus sometimes I'll come back and use the scene later, or I'm a different fic! You never know.

8. Don't be afraid to take inspiration from your favorite writers! If you like the way someone writes descriptions, feelings, or something, try to reflect that in your own writing! Doing that really helped me to develop and flourish my own writing style!

All of that said, you know yourself best, and at the end of the day do what works for you. I hope this helped a least a little, and if you ever wanna hop in my messages and talk more I would be so so so honored 🫶🏼

And last but not least, I had to save my best writing tip for the end!

Write on the toilet - idk, but as soon as I'm on the toilet, all the ideas come flooding to my brain, and I literally can't stop writing. Judge me if you will, but hey, it works.

[izzy-b-hands]

So. I'm allowing myself a vent post or two abt Stuff in the Brain today that won't fuck off, but it'll all be under a cut if I feel I'm at risk of being too wordy so folks don't gotta see this if they don't wanna. And on this one I did get wordy, multi-paragraphs so. fair warning if u decide to be brave and read thru it lol

I'm behind on getting Mum a bday gift. Like two weeks behind. Partially bc money, partially bc the thing I really wanted to get her involves bidding on ebay and attempting to win a listing (and I just haven't managed it yet lmao), and partially bc like:

For once I've been living my life for me, thinking abt me and Housemate first and foremost, and focusing on what I actually want/need from day to day, and that means I'm away from my phone a bit more than usual, which means I've missed some calls and texts from Mum and just haven't been as Available via phone/apps/etc as I've been in the past

(including one time in the last week or so where Housemate and I stepped aside to the kitchen to make ourselves mac n cheese, and Mum was late to calling me for a planned call, so I figured I was safe to leave the phone by the couch while we cooked. Nope! In that less than half hour, 25 mins at most that it took us to finish mac and get plated up, she figured we'd both A. fallen down the stairs and were now dying from brain bleeds while the cats sniffed us in panic and fear B. decided to cut her out of my life forever and so now I wasn't going to be answering her calls (tho this point I didn't know until a much more recent text where she admitted to it and did say she was ashamed of feeling that way.) )

So I really need to get something out to her, either the chocolates I was planning on sending for her and the family from a local shop, the Snoopy Build-A-Bear plushie with a lil 'I miss you' tshirt and a voice thingy inside it with me telling her to remember that I love her and am always grateful for her help and care and things like that, whatever will fit lol (this is the fucker that triggered this whole train crash of a set of thoughts today lmao), and/or something from one of the ebay listings I've been trying to get (I just need to accept it and pay the buy it now price considering what the thing is isn't like. Uber rare? But apparently Bon Jovi doesn't have their figurines made any more, so they're a bit harder to find and I'm gonna risk not getting one at all if I don't just. do the dang thing lmao)

I'm thinking the Snoopy would be best/easiest for rn, but I keep getting stuck on what I'll say for the recording and it's so dumb but like:

I know, for the sake of both of us and the deeply grown and intertwined sort of emotionally incest-flavoured codependency Mum and I have, we probably should eventually try going NC or LC for at least like. a month or two in the future? Probably even a bit longer? Not as like a 'this is forever' thing (unless something would happen that would point to that as the best option for both of us), but just until we can maybe both heal a bit and work closer towards something even vaguely approaching a more normal mother/son relationship.

And the particular fear is very silly but like. I'd hate to say the things I have planned, that I mean (I do love her, and I know she does her best, and so I'm grateful for every bit and every sort of help she's ever given or will ever give me), and then we someday go NC or LC, and she's hurt by having the plush and audio around as a reminder of how things were before. I could see her throwing it away in a fit, and then being so sad and begging for a new one by the next day. And I'd want to get her one. I don't know if that's right of me or not.

Like, the trauma has me Entirely overthinking this and I know it's ridiculous, you know? But still. Got the Build-A-Bear tab open on my phone bc the chocolate is at least partially to be shared, so that's Not Enough as a partial belated bday gift; and I'd like to hit another paycheck (or part of it, since the uni rarely puts the full fucking direct deposit in on scheduled payday lmao) before I try for the Bon Jovi figurine (and hope it isn't bought before that point.) So the plush is really the best choice, and I don't want to wait any longer to send anything out bc like. Her bday was at the beginning of March, this is fucking ridiculous of me and not how I like handling gifts at all, for anyone!!

Fingers crossed I just. Get the fucking recording done, get it ordered and have them send it out to her, and that'll be enough until I can get my hands on a figurine and/or order the chocolates and candies for her, her bf, and to share with the rest of the family.

[ghostofasecretary]

okay. ok! hello hello hello

yesterday was one of the most fun days i've had in a long time and Saturday was also a banger and Friday was great so i am Riding A High

this week is gonna have potentially a lot of novelty and/or routine disruption and/or tight schedules!

we've got:

- lots of new groups

- testing to do for our old groups

- interesting social dynamics in at least one group

- possibility of cut hours due to snow but Who Can Say if that'll happen (and as convenient as early release might be on Thursday. i need the fucking money, man. i will say that RIGHT NOW it seems unlikely but who knows for sure)

- INTERVIEW ON THURSDAY (need to find location in school for it tomorrow)

- class Friday morning as usual

- various Activities Friday afternoon, very much not as usual

- and a poem to finish Friday in the later afternoon

i'm also trying to decide if i need to get groceries this week. like. what if i don't?

i've got:

- leftover salmon and veg my friend got me

- leftover rice to eat with the same for lunch today (1 meal)

- leftover dal (1 meal or 2 as a side)

- leftover aloo gobi (2-3 meals)

- orange cake (2 breakfasts)

- pumpkin bread (snacks or breakfast, enough for 2-4 days)

- oat bars (snacks or breakfast, enough for 2-4 days)

- 2 onions (possibly bad; cut and freeze)

- like 2 remaining serrano peppers

- half a bag of spinach

- 1 large sweet potato

- frozen blueberries, edamame, green beans, peas and carrots

- and a LOT of beans and lentils, dried or otherwise

- one full yogurt as starter for the next batch and about half a gallon of milk; could make new yogurt today and drink the rest slowly? might last through Friday

- one jar full of pumpkin that probably needs to be used in ~3 days (don't want it to mold, after all)

and i need 15 meals. i've got, like, at least half that in my leftovers (plus roti and/or rice). i can make another thing of pumpkin bread if i need more breakfasts which would mean needing 5 larger meals. i could make dal again and use the sweet potato for it for 2-3, and do something with frozen veg, edamame, any non-dal spinach leftover and some fresh rice for another 1-2, and maybe granola/yogurt/blueberries and snacks for another. and i can always make a simple tamarind ginger rasam and tamarind date chutney if i get really bored/close to the end. my meals *might* end up nutritionally poorer than is ideal but they also would cost me $0. okay. fascinating. let's try not getting groceries this week and seeing how it goes

i kind of feel like i have nothing left to do, nothing weighing on me, even though there is stuff for me to do so that's not *quite* right. not bad though. feels good for sure.

i do have a strong sense that i should be Doing More but no strong sense as to what. that...is not my favorite thing, gotta say.

so. Monday.

- buy more masks actually, the sales are great and you do need them. sorry bro.

- coordinate with friends for travel dates (Thursday sleep over?)

- lunch (reheat leftovers)

- make yogurt this afternoon!!

- read as interview prep (pick readings, source PDFs, oh wait do that for second guy also, at least do some skimming)

- APPLY FOR MORE JOBS. SORRY. FOR REAL THO. it will be 1000% necessary in April which means you need to spam apps and try to get one *now* (can also. maybe apply to some full time jobs if you're willing to eat hot chip and lie/drop current job. which i don't necessarily want to do--the teaching experience is great!--but on the other hand i would really really really REALLY love a more stable life. so. y'know. have at it)

well, i applied for one, go me!

- send a career advice email?

- dinner (make roti, reheat leftovers)

- handwash clothes

- request off from work for travel dates

- poke Arabic HW? or Persian??

eventually:

- BUY REPLACEMENT LAPTOP BATTERY AS BIRTHDAY GIFT. PLEASE. (do once birthday money from grandma arrives.)

[timberlakefan96]

Apologies in advance for long rant

So I’ve been on a superhero comic kick for a little while now and I got curious about where comic books are in the Space Year 2024 and I gotta ask what the hell is going on over there? I might be preaching to the choir here. I don’t know. I haven’t been in this fandom for a very long time. I don’t know where the conversation is. I’m just airing my own personal grievances on the subject. But I don’t understand how the progenitors of the single biggest movement in media in the last 20 years have been failing so absolutely thoroughly on their core product. To a point where it’s legitimately incredible. A feat of its own.

I haven’t touched a comic book in about a decade and a half at this point. I read them a lot in my teens and early 20s and the last comic book that I picked up and read with intent to continue was during DC‘s new 52 lineup back in 2011. I did not continue reading there. So it’s been long enough, I am functionally a brand new reader, right. I asked a friend who would been reading comics this whole time what he thought and he pointed me to marvel’s new ultimate lineup, which, much like the original Ultimate comics that I loved, is supposed to be a fresh start for familiar characters, each one of them having a new twist. Which sounds perfect to me!

Ultimate Spider-Man, which has only been running for about three issues at this point for example, has the elevator pitch of “what if Spider-Man got bitten as a 35-year-old family man instead of a gangly teenager?” which sounds incredible, and I needed to read that right away.

So, okay, I know what I want, how do I obtain this comic? My first thought, as I imagine most anyone’s first thought in the year 2024 would be is: “there’s gonna be an app right?” And the answer to that question is yes but no. There is an app and it does have, for a monthly subscription, “a selection” of comics, but the new stuff doesn’t arrive until after a significant delay. Like, three months. Strikes me is wrongheaded, but not particularly surprising. So plan B was still in the mindset of reading these today: Find a local comic store. Luckily, I live in a part of the United States that is very dense with nerds. There’s half a dozen comic shops near enough that I can just pop in, so I do! None of them had the comics I wanted in stock. Turns out almost none of them order more comics than they absolutely have to, because comics floppies, in an ironic twist, are actually a terrible investment for comic shops. Unless the distributor is twisting their arm, they only order as many copies of a given comic as they have preorders for. They were all very excited and welcoming, and I will be going back, but they were entirely unequipped to handle some rando like me barging into their store for a specific comic. Okay so plan C is “Can I get them delivered?” and the answer to that is yes, but not directly. Which, Dear Marvel Comics; you’re a company that pumps out monthly publications, how do you not have a subscription service? How does that happen? So you can’t just read these comics online, you can’t order them straight from the source, and you can’t just buy them in stores. At least not without great effort and pain. Or piracy. Cannot overstate the pervasive force that was the temptation to hoist the flag through this entire process.

Eventually, I did find these comics and I buy them. Just found a place online and ordered them. Not my original plan, but hyperfixations are what they are.

After actually reading these things, I got three distinct and immediate impressions. First: The comic is good! For the most part! It’s well written and well drawn. They do make good on the promise of the conceit and I probably am going to keep reading it. In fact, I might dip in a little further and go for their ultimate X-Men line which is going in a wild new direction that intrigues me! But here’s the second thing. I bought three (3) comics. At five (!!) dollars apiece. So I ended up spending $15 before taxes and shipping. Basically a month subscription to whatever streaming service I want, and all for what, 50 pages of content? That’s insane, right? Like I can’t be the only one to think that? I just don’t understand what rationale they’re using to sell these things. I don’t understand where they think the value proposition is here, when, again, for the price of only a few issues, I could get access to hundreds of hours of content on virtually any platform I want. For the cost of these three comics, I could buy a month of Disney+ and watch every single Marvel movie. It’s just not a fair comparison, and I really don’t understand why they think this is okay.

And then putting value propositions to the side for the moment, thing three is: This comic, which again I want to emphasize is good, was pitched to me as a completely fresh start free of any baggage that might turn away a prospective reader, much like the original Ultimates line. In issue one we learn that’s not the case. I’ll keep this as free from spoilers as possible, but we learn that the entire universe, and reason for this Peter Parker’s existence is because of a decision a character made in another universe from a decade ago. And if you wanna know all about that, you have to read a separate comic series. Which feels like exactly the wrong creative decision to make here. And, like, I get it, This is Marvel things are gonna tie back together, that’s just what these stories do, but you can’t sell me a fresh start with a new version of a new character and then, in issue one, tell me that pretense is false. If you want to tie it in later, as a big stakes-raising twist, be my guest, but to bring in this whole Multiverse thing in issue one just smacks of no confidence in your product. Like you don’t trust the basic conceit of your story to sell itself. Which you should be able to do! Hell, it sold me! I guarantee if I told someone this story was about a character who died in a big multi-comic event a decade ago but came back and made his own universe, most people’s eyes are going to gloss over. But if I said “Spider-Man but he’s 35 and happily married *before* he becomes Spider-man”, that’s gonna turn some heads! But I digress.

In the end, I’m not an active member of this community, I’m just an outside observer who poked my head into comic books for the first time in a very long time, and I’m just baffled. Almost everything wrong here has been solved a decade ago or more. Again, I’m sure I’m saying nothing new, and if you’re reading comics and find no relation to my plight, then go with god. I just needed to vent frustration. I don’t understand how comic books are even still a thing, when they’re this hard to get, and this hard to parse. Get your shit together, guys.