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Sindria's Prophet #43

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Sinbad x OC

~POV Mori~ The next morning the Great Bell rang, and I refused to get up until the morning meetings were over. I dragged myself to the Black Libra Tower for a sense of normalcy. There were only 3 days left until Sinbad leaves for the Kou Empire, and there was no way in hell I was going to be done processing everything in time to see him off. The empty shelf where the Fate scrolls once sat was a glaring reminder that that conversation had really happened. My desk chair served more as a different location to zone out than support for any writing.

At least I managed to go to the morning meetings the following day. I was even able say a little about what his experience in the Kou Empire would be like. I didn't explain the details about what would happen with Kougyoku though -only that a servant would try to hide something that belonged to a Princess in Sinbad's room on the last night. Even saying all of it, I couldn't bring myself to look at Sinbad. The best I could do was look at the spaces and people around him. His waves were overwhelming. The shift I had felt a month ago made sense now, and my stomach kept doing flips when I thought about how long I missed what was right in front of me. I knew avoiding him wasn't right, but I didn't know how to act around him. I was only marginally better around Ja'far. There were multiple abuse cycles I had been conditioned to expect since I was child, and in one conversation they had broken the worst two. I was glad they were considerate enough to not push me into breaking my silence. I knew that the moment I would actually have to speak to them directly, especially Sinbad, that it would change something in me. I kept finding my arms wrapped around myself or my hands holding each other all for a semblance of the comfort and skinship I was craving from Sinbad. I couldn't tell if I was actually safe or if it was my fawn response rearing it's head in the absence or expectation of an outburst. 'But what if it is okay? What if it is actually going to be okay?' On the 3rd day, the last before he left, Yam had had enough of watching me mope about the tower. "Mori, I know what his Majesty told you must be serious, but you are coming to the banquet tonight, aren't you?" Since Sinbad was leaving for 4 months, he was holding a banquet for all of the palace staff. It was a decent enough way to keep everyone's spirits up when the King was going to be absent so long. "I don't know." "At least see him off tomorrow morning." "I'll think about it."

--- ~POV Sinbad~ This is exactly what he was afraid would happen when he confronted his Beautiful Prophet. Sure, he now knew for certain that he would have been the one to cause whatever the 2nd Calamity is, but now she could barely look at him without her expression flashing fearful. And the worst part? The worst part was that when the conversation had ended, Sinbad was convinced he had dodged this. Mori had squeezed his hands back and smiled in relief; she had finally let him walk her back to her room in the guest tower. But here he was, the last night before he left his country, and she was nowhere to be seen after refusing to talk to him for days. Even surrounded by friends, the King couldn't shake the waves of loneliness. Beer had helped until it encouraged him to keep looking at the doors to the dining hall -as if his gaze could manifest Mori entering. Every time the doors remained closed or the person entering wasn't the one he wanted it only made him more depressed. It had been a while since the last person entered. Sinbad refused to look anymore to avoid farther disappointment. Finishing his drink was the best distraction he had. The large hand of a giant patted Sin's shoulder just as he raised the cup to chug it. "You only have yourself to blame, you know? You shouldn't have given her bad news so close to your departure. You'll get used to how to manage having a partner in time." Hinahoho's encouragement felt heavier with the knowledge of all the times he had to part from Rurumu. All of the Generals were made aware that Sinbad revealed to Mori that he had figured out information on the 2nd Calamity, but not what that information was. They were also all told that Mori was now consumed by trying to figure out what risks this posed. So of course, all of the Generals -except Ja'far- were under the impression that Sin should have waited to talk to her. The part of him that wanted to steal a good'bye kiss couldn't help but agree. But the more he had gotten to know his Beautiful Prophet, the more he understood that she would need these four months to process the change. It was the only way she could be ready to accept him and his feelings by the time he returned to Sindria. Sinbad would not let himself regret the decision. And so the sun set and the moon rose out the windows of the banquet hall with zero sign of Mori making an appearance. Even the waves encouraged him to leave in order to see them instead of telegraphing their arrival. Sinbad had suffered enough for the evening, too depressed to even enjoy the remaining spirits in his cup. He announced his early departure and ignored multiple disappointed voices as he left. The waves picked up as he exited the party. Sinbad had expected them to direct him towards the exit of the Tower, but instead they lead to the nearest sitting room. That was the only reason he was willing to indulge his curiosity. If only he had followed the waves hours earlier. "So you were this close that whole time, huh?" Mori was curled up on a plush chair, asleep, hidden from the doorway by a large potted plant. She must have paced around this room for hours as she fought with herself about going in. If she had came this far then clearly she had wanted to see him one more time before his departure -especially since she was wearing purple again outside of her room.

Mori stirred lightly as she was lifted off of her impromptu bed. She easily slipped back into unconsciousness as Sinbad walked her down the hall. Whether to move her, nor where to take her were questions Sin ever considered. His Beautiful Prophet's sleeping face was a treasure he didn't like sharing. He only allowed doctors and servants to glimpse it when necessary. The guards he passed and the servants that lit the lanterns and held open doors for him could never understand the privilege he was allowing them.

The King laid her onto her new bed as gently as he could but she still moaned at the change. She made another sound when he removed her shoes and her brow scrunched when he removed her glasses, but she didn't make any big movements until he covered her with the sheet. As soon as he started standing back upright a pair of arms wrapped around him. Sinbad only just registered her warmth when her started trying to tug him back over her. There was barely any strength behind it but it was far more than he could ever fight against. "Oh?" One arm reached past her to brace himself on the bed and the other wrapped around her back as he let her pull him down. Mori was far too cuddly and cute when she was sleepy. No one else but Sinbad deserved to be on the receiving end. As if to prove his point, Mori nuzzled into the crook of his neck. Her deep breaths moved his hair. Sinbad couldn't help but smile. "What do you think you're doing?" Even though her voice was soft from sleep it was undeniably earnest. "I'm breathing you in so I can still smell you after you leave." She took another deep breath through her nose as she continued her mission.

Every muscle in Sinbad's body tensed at her directness. He could think of plenty of things he could do to leave her with something to remember him by and all were things he knew would be pushing past her current boundaries. Not to mention that if he did any of them he might not be able to convince himself to leave for the Kou Empire in the morning. His hand on the mattress gripped the sheets as a distraction. It wasn't enough to stop him from squeezing his Beautiful Prophet closer. "You're making it a lot harder to leave, you know."

"Good." The way she whined the word gave him goosebumps. When she also tightened her grip on him it was too much.

Sinbad leaned back and used the hand he had been bracing himself with to grab one of Mori's arms and pull it off of him. No matter how pent up he was, there was no way he would act on this desire if one of them might not remember it. He sighed. "Please don't make this any harder than it already is."

She took one last breath of him, "Okay," and loosened her grip so he could finally lay her back down. This time when he stood up her arms stayed limp by her sides. However, she was still watching him.

Sinbad placed a warm hand over Mori's eyes to force them closed. "Rest well." She made the smallest sound in response. After a few moments her breathing slowed and he felt confident in removing his hand.

She didn't get back up, or follow after him as he quietly made his way out of the Queen's Suite and into his own. There was always the chance Mori would wake up in the middle of the night and panic, so he left the door unlocked. The waves would guide her to him if she needed him.

((This scene was based on a lucid dream I had. I put a copy of that dream in The Adventures of Simpbad Collection Ch9 Lucid Dream 2024 April 30.)) --- ~POV Mori~ I woke up the most relaxed and rested I had in a while. Where I ended and the bedding began was lost on me. It was just so soft and comfortable. And quiet. I don't know how long it took me to acknowledge the quiet, but eventually I realized I hadn't heard the Great Bell. It was strange I hadn't woken up to it. Or maybe I had and forgot?

I finally opened my eyes to an unfamiliar canopy in an unfamiliar room. My clothes were mostly off too. The way they were scattered in the bed and on the floor told me I had struggled out of them in my sleep. It wouldn't have been the first time; I even kept a vague memory of struggling out of my belt and pants. 'Never liked how pants twist around my legs under covers.' Now that I was awake I needed to get dressed and figure out where I was.

My glasses were on a table next to the bed. There was a note next to them but I wanted to get a look at my surroundings first. I had thought the bed seemed bigger than one I had adjust to over the past 2 months, but seeing it clearly with my glasses made me realize it was much bigger. The walls I could now see were decorated with large drapery, and were very far away. You could probably fit more than 3 copies of my room in the guest tower in this one room and it looked like it had many more connected rooms past the arches I was seeing. My stomach clenched. This room was definitely in the Purple Leo Tower.

After getting my bearings a little, I finally looked at the note. "I miss you already." The waves rose and so did my heart rate. That definitely woke me up.

I started wandering. There were windows on the other side of a set of arches so I started there. The sight confirmed which Tower I was in. It also told me that it was much closer to noon than I expected. 'If it's that late why haven't I heard the Great Bell once?'

"Oh." If it was this late then Sinbad must have already left for the Kou Empire. He was set to leave only a bit after dawn. 'I didn't get to see him off.' I remembered the warmth of his arms from the previous night. 'I guess, I got to tell him I'll miss him at least...'

There was a door in the room that kept attracting my eyes. I wanted to freshen up before I tried it though. I was able to locate a sitting area with an open doorway but no door. I finally tried some the curtains and less ornate doors. Only then was I able to find a room for clothes, then a bathing room and toilet near it. The room with the tub had an additional door. I had a feeling I knew what was on the other side and it made my stomach clench. I didn't want confirmation that way.

I exited back into the bedroom and stood before the door that had called to me from the beginning. Even the waves rose as I stepped closer to it. I had a feeling I knew what was on the other side but I still gasped when I saw it: another bedroom. When 2 full adult bedrooms are connected like this it's normally because the people they belong to are married or are at least in that type of relationship. The door had locks on both sides too, so either party could say "not in the mood" or whatever.

All of my muscles tensed as I walked into this other bedroom. There was a part of me that really didn't want the confirmation but I knew deep down I needed to see it. After stepping onto the carpet in the middle of the main space I finally looked at bed and everything stopped. I knew this view really well but I had never seen it in color -let alone in person.

In all of Magi we only see Sinbad's bedroom in the final arc. By that point he had already moved out of Sindria after abdicating the throne to Drakon. The only reason his room would like this now was so I couldn't deny what was happening anymore.

((Um... The real reason was because I was lazy in designing when I drew Sin in bed before, and I really wanted an excuse to use his room to practice 3D modeling UwU I only realized kinda recently the convenient affect this would have on Mori))

This was the King's room which meant that the room I was sleeping in was for the Queen. Sinbad used flirting to gain allies and manipulate things in his favor, but he would never take it this far.

I walked up to the bed. The small seat at the foot of it looked softer in person. My arms started to burn. "You're supposed to say this type of thing in person, you know." But even if he had, I probably wouldn't have believed him if it was just words. That's exactly why seeing this proof with the my own eyes was affecting me so much.

My arms hurt. My heart hurt. My eyes hurt.

I liked Sinbad. Really liked him. I knew that.

My neck felt bare. ---

~POV Sinbad~ "Your Majesty, are you there?" A familiar voice came from the magic tool the King always carried on away missions. Normally, they wouldn't have had a check up call on the first day, but this was a special occasion. Mori was finally up and ready to talk to him. Sinbad made his way to his room below deck before pulling the Eye of the Rukh out of his clothes to answer it. Yam's face was in the center of the stone since she was the one establishing the connection. "Yes. I'm here." He kept his eyes tracked to the edges of the image. "Oh good! I'll pass it off then." The view in the stone shifted to Mori sitting in Yam's office in the Black Libra Tower. Her arms were crossed with the cutest scowl on her face. She had to be disappointed that he left without saying goodbye. The next thing that caught his eye was her outfit: she was wearing the choker she picked out in the Treasury. Sin had never figured out why she suddenly stopped wearing it, but the fact that she had dawned it again felt like a good sign. It was obvious when Mori register their eye contact from how her eyes lit up for a second and even more obvious that she wouldn't bring herself to speak first by how she forced that scowl back on. However, the longer they maintained eye contact the redder her face got. Sinbad finally put her out of her misery with a smile. "Did you sleep well?" All of her features twitched before she clenched her eyes shut. "So well, in fact, that I was out until 2pm. I didn't hear the Great Bell at all." "Oh! That because of the magic tool set up in the Queen's Suite!" Yam's voice explained from out of view. "It stops all sound from traveling in or out. There's a stone that powers it near the bed. You can turn it on or off by channeling some magoi into it." Mori's expression soften from confusion while she listened. "Why would- Nope! Never mind. I get it." She raised a hand to cover her rekindled embarrassment. The magician giggled. "I'll leave you two alone. Call if you need me!" She explained before scuttling out of the room. When it was clear they were alone Sinbad broke the silence. "You know, I was starting to worry that my Beautiful Prophet was still avoiding me with how late it was getting." Mori sighed and looked at him past their fingers. "I had heard you were having trouble sleeping the past few days so I'm relieved you were finally able to rest." They weren't as angry with him as he thought, nor as angry as they kept trying to look. Mori let the hand drop from their face. "Yes, well, I can't deny enjoying the extra sleep." They scanned him for answers but were unable to find any based how their expression sagged. "So... why did you want me to call you as soon as I woke up?" 'Cutting right to the chase, huh?' No matter how he worded this they were going to have a big reaction. "Mori, starting today, you are being moved into the Purple Leo Tower." "Huh???" "I would prefer you move into the chamber you slept in last night, but if you don't want it there's another that's been prepared for you." The target of his affections slammed a hand on either side of the Eye of the Rukh on the table. Their face filled the stone's projection on his end. "Like hell I am! That's the type of thing you're supposed to say in person! Sinbad!" "I wanted to, but you avoided me for 3 days." She flinched at the accusation. "I tried to wake you this morning, but you just stubbornly held my hand and rolled over. If Ja'far hadn't dragged me out I would have stayed with you until you woke up."

His Beautiful Prophet's face became a beautiful shade of pink once again. High pitched embarrassment followed her as she slipped out of view. A thud told him when she reached the floor.

'So cute for me.' Even though Sinbad couldn't see her, he could envision what she looked like perfectly. "I'll take this to mean you understand why I want you in my Queen's Suite." The smallest, "...yes...but..." traveled through the communicator. "Even if you choose not to take that chamber you have to move into the Purple Leo Tower." His tone turned serious to match the topic. "I have no intention of holding back my feelings any longer. Rumors of my most treasured person and the Prophet of Sindria will spread, and as they do the target on you will only grow larger." "... I understand." Her voice cracked in the middle. "Thank you." Sinbad let himself soften again. "Mori." "...Sinbad." "I miss you already." He had written it on the note, but he wanted to make sure he said at least this directly. "...I ...miss you too." "Even though it hasn't been a day?" "Yes." That came out more confidently than her previous words but still soft. "Mori, when I return to you will you listen to what I want to say?" There was a longer pause. "Yes."

((Heyo. Long time no post. A few not great things happened back to back and it took me a while to recover enough to write and draw again. I'm doing a lot better now and have a plan in place to keep it from happening again. I had wanted this out for Sinbad day, April 2, but I kept wanting to draw comics for it X3 The comics would have been longer, but I made my birthday, April 7, the extended deadline. I'm still really happy with how it turned out. It's a present to myself to get out a new chapter :D IDK if anyone noticed, but I tried something different with how I handled shading and fills. I think this will make certain aspects easier so I'm going to keep with it. I also tested out another way to show flashbacks. I like how the colors came out, but I'm not sure if I like the dashed border for the panels. What do you guys think about all of the changes?

Oh! There will be a longer before the next chapter. It's the start of the next arc and I want to have the whole arc based out more before I start posting it. It's currently a bunch of written scenes and notes. I want to try to keep it to 4 chapters (one for each month) or less but I have no idea if that's going to work out.))

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anakinskwkler · 10 months ago

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The endless wait pt.1

Anakinxfem!jedireader

Part 2 coming soon!

Summary: Anakins on a mission for a year without any contact with his secret wife and it's hard for her while he's gone.

(Warnings! None really, maybe some mentions of death and scars in part 2)

After receiving the news from the Council that he would be going to Alderaan for 11 months for a mission, he was devastated. Anakin never wanted to leave you, even on missions that were only a few days long. Now, he was leaving for almost a year. He was dreading telling you.

"Love? Are you here?" He shouts softly as she steps into his quarters. She comes rushing out of the bathroom with a towel in her hand, wiping her face with a wide smile. "Ani! Hi, baby!" She says as she drops the towel and jumps into his arms, his hands resting on her thighs as he smiles at her.

"I missed you today," she says, which makes Anakin dread telling her even more. "I was only gone for a few hours," he says with a forced smile that she notices immediately. "What's wrong?" she asks as she cups his face lightly. "Uh, we need to talk, love." He sets her down, hands still resting on her hips.

Her smile faded slowly as she noticed his serious demeanor. "What's going on?" she asked, slightly panicked. Anakin grabbed her hand gently and led her to the couch. Sitting on the edge of it, he turned his body toward her. "I was assigned a mission...on Alderaan."

He looked up at her to see what her reaction would be. "Okay...what's the mission?" she cautiously asked, locking her eyes on his. "They need me to be a guard at the palace." She let out a breath of relief at his words. "That's easy, right?" Anakin nodded before speaking up again. "Yeah, it is, but...I'm stationed there for eleven months."

She looked stunned at his words. "Eleven months? Y-you'll be gone for eleven months?" she repeated, her mind racing. He noticed her disappointment and quickly but gently cupped her face. "I'll be back before you know it, hun," he assured her. "When do you leave?" she questioned, looking at him with a frown.

"Tomorrow..."

The next morning, they were saying their last goodbyes before Anakin flew to Alderaan. "You know I won't be able to call you, right? My holopad won't work on Alderaan, so I'll have to write to you," Anakin said as he hugged her firmly, rubbing her back softly as his face was buried in her hair.

"Yes, I know," she squeaked out as she held him tightly and close to her. He pulled away to look at her, seeing her red eyes from trying not to cry. Cupping her face, he pressed tender kisses on her forehead, cheeks, and nose before placing an affectionate one on her lips.

"I'm going to miss you so much," she whispers quietly against his lips. "I know...I'll think of you every day, every night, every minute. You'll be on my mind," he whispers before getting called on his comlink. "Anakin, come in, Anakin, we're sending you off earlier than planned. Your ship is leaving in three minutes," one of the clones speaks through the communicator.

He gives her one last hug before leaving. "I love you, Y/N. Never forget that," Anakin whispers as he kisses her temple, then her lips, before exiting her room.

I wasn't going to make a part 2 but I decided I was going to. It'll be out soon!

#anakin imagine #anakin skywalker #anakin x reader #anakin x y/n #anakin x you #hayden christensen x reader #star wars anakin #hayden christensen

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legalmente-loca · 6 months ago

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Congratulations on the hundred followers to me!!🥳🥳 We are already triple digits and I want to make a special to celebrate!! I have made a list of twenty-five prompts that each of you can choose from. Send me a number and the name of a character i'm currently writing to my inbox and I'll make a drabble of it.

Kisses and thanks!!❤️❤️

1- You dressing like a cowgirl.

2- Giving them a quick kiss every time you pass by them.

3- “Times are different... So do I”

4- First Date.

5- “Why didn't you kill me?” “I could never do that"

6- Movie Night

7- “I don't think you understand.” “You never did.”

8- A puppy!

9- “God damn, how is it possible that I love you?" “For your exquisite taste?”

10- “Congratulations... You're a monster."

11- In labor.

12- Singing in the car.

13- “You said you'd meet me out there tomorrow. But tomorrow never came.”

14- Being stuck somewhere.

15- “I could ruin you.” “You mean... In a kinky way or a bad way?"

16- Your morning routine.

17- “There's definitely something wrong with your head.” “Yes, and they're called traumas.”

18- Listening to Lana del Rey together.

19- “This is not some cheap porn, dude”

20- Jumping on the bed together.

21- “I thought you loved me.” “Me too.”

22- Together on the road.

23- “Is there some space left in that bathtub?”

24- Sick Day.

25- “Are you angry with me?” “Oh, no, no, no, no... I'm furious with you.”

Characters:

-Dean Winchester.

-Sam Winchester.

-Castiel.

-Soldier Boy/Ben.

-Alec McDowell.

-Boaz Priestly.

#fanfic #supernatural #jensen ackles #dean winchester #alec mcdowell #soldier boy #castiel #sam winchester #drabble #the boys #dark angel #sam winchester x reader #dean winchester x reader #soldier boy x reader #alec mcdowell x reader #the boys x you #supernatural x you

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the-offside-rule · 1 year ago

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Trent Alexander Arnold (Liverpool) - Jolly

Day 11 of Christmas

Trent had walked down the stairs with his training back and kitted out in his usual Liverpool attire. He chucked his training bag at the door and walked towards the kitchen to see his girlfriend and her younger half brother Charlie. Charlie's parents both worked early hours and very rarely could bring Charlie to school so Y/n took it among herself to bring the youngest of her family to school instead. And so, every morning at half past six, the doorbell would go off and Y/n's stepdad would drop off Charlie and head to work. It didn't bother either of them much, but their favourite hobby was the Elf on the Shelf and making him do all kinds of mischievous stuff whilst Charlie wasn't there.

Trent walked into the kitchen and looked around confused. No one was there except Charlie eating his toast with a cup of tea in his Liverpool mug. "Well Charlie, how's it going?" Trent asked as he walked past the kid and patted his head. “Uncle Trent, how's it going?” Charlie asked as he stared at his Elf at the table. “Everything's fine. Why?” Trent asked walking over to the teapot. "This stupid Elf." He replied. "He won't stop fucking moving."

"I don't think your sister would appreciate you cursing now, or your mum." Trent said as he poured himself a cup of tea. "I don't care. I don't like this Elf." He mumbled. "What'd he even do?" Trent asked. "Oh my god, he did so much bad stuff!" Y/n's brother began. "He unrolled like five rolls of toilet roll last night, and then he went and broke my favourite lego set! I might have to rebuild it before I go back to mum after school." Charlie sighed. "Where's your sister?" Trent asked. "She's just doing some washing. Then we're going to school." Charlie replied. "Yeah sound."

Y/n had such a long day at work that she simply just fell asleep as soon as she dropped onto her bed and by the time she woke up again, the curtains were closed and she was tucked in. Trent must've come home. She got out of bed and walked downstairs seeing the living room light on. She peeked in and spotted Trent putting plastic pieces of lego onto what looked like a mini Annfield. "Hi?" Trent looked up and smiled. "Well, missus. I've some dinner ready for you whenever you want it." Trent said. "What are you doing up so late?" Y/n asked as she looked around the living room and spotted her boyfriend scanning through instructions. "Just helping Jolly with a lego set." Trent replied. She looked confused. "Jolly? As in Charlie's Elf?" Trent nodded. "Yeah, he broke one today so I helped him rebuild Charlie's one and I'm making him make one for tomorrow."

"You know how my mum feels about gifts before Christmas." Y/n said. "Yeah, but it's fun. And it was kinda my idea to break the lego set last night." Y/n nodded. "I'll write a little letter or something to go it with." Y/n said as she sat down beside him and pulled out a piece of paper. She began writing as Trent sat quietly mumbling to himself. "I don't have this piece." Trent muttered. "It's in the wrong place." Y/n said picking it off the tray and placing it where it was meant to go. Trent simply looked back at his girlfriend and an idea sprung to mind. "Do you wanna just help me with it so we can both go to bed?" Y/n and Trent stayed up for another hour finishing the set before they placed both lego sets on the table with Jolly and his note and headed to bed, only imagining what Charlie was going to say.

The morning after, Y/n had to call into work earlier which meant this was the first time Trent was in charge of morning duty. He eagerly anticipated the doorbell ringing and when he did, he practically opened it immediately. Trent greeted Charlie's dad before letting Charlie in and getting started eith his morning. "How are you today, boss?" Trent asked, taking Charlie's backpack off him. "Pretty good, Trentski. I-" He gasped as he saw the kitchen table. His broken lego set now fixed and a brand new Anfield lego set. "Oh my god! This is unreal!" Charlie squealed as he ran up to it. It was only when he got closer he spotted his Elf with a little note. He opened it and began reading the scribbly writing.

I wanted to say sorry for accidentally breaking your lego yesterday, so I fixed your one and asked Santa to bring you Anfield to say sorry!

Jolly

"This is sick!" Charlie laughed. "Yeah? Didn't even see it. Must have been magic." Trent said as he plated up breakfast. "Is toast, eggs and bacon alright for you, lad?" Trent asked. "Yeah course." Charlie replied. "Are you dropping me off today? Dad said you were." Charlie asked. "I am indeed, boss. Y/n had to go to work early today." Trent explained. "I don't mind. My friends all wonder what car you drive." Trent chuckled. "Range Rover Sport, but they'll see it today anyway." Trent said as he placed the breakfast and a smaller cup of tea in front of Charlie. "Thanks, Uncle Trent." He didn't know what it was, but he felt his heart strings being played. Maybe it was the fact Charlie had called him Uncle. "No bother, lad."

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hellfirecvnt · 3 months ago

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Subordinate (Pt. 2)

Lee Russell x Fem!Reader

Summary: Something goes wrong at the pep rally. You and Lee get closer.

Warnings: SEX (but what's most important is the journey), weed brownies, overstim ig?

Notes: Yee haw, amirite? Hey, sorry this took so long. My life did a 180, but hopefully maybe I'll be back in the writing groove soon???

Part one here!!

Over the weekend, you stay home, battling it out with your soon-to-be ex-husband. Finally, you're able to convince him to leave, taking the bulk of his belongings with him. You toss the rest into the yard and dare your HOA to knock on your door anytime between now and four months from now at 8:27 PM.

You stand outside on your porch, watching your ex return at night to collect his strewn possessions from the dewy grass. You're silent, even as he tosses you manipulative puppy-eyed glances. You bring a skillfully rolled joint to your lips and light it, making heart-wrenching eye contact with Mark through the flames. God, it hurts, but Daddy didn't raise no bitch, Y/N.

Mark rolls his eyes, calling out some sort of degradation for your recreational marijuana use, but you barely hear him. You're barely here at all. Not from the plant, but the numbness of it all. The empty feeling that follows a great loss. So many years with someone who threw it away so fast. And that poor lady, barely aware of what she's gotten herself into.

Once he's finally gone, you finish your joint and allow yourself to rest. Alone in your bed for the first time in over 10 years. Seven years of marriage, 11 years of knowing each other. You think you know someone.

Monday morning, day one of spirit week, you dawn your muted blue blazer and pencil skirt. Monday is the Blue Out. All day long, everyone tells you that you look like you took a page out of Lee Russell's book but made it "actually wearable."

"We fucking this pep rally up on Friday or what?" Gamby asks, pacing the pine needle-covered ground of their meeting place.

"Outdressing these stupid cunts every single day. She wears a primary color one time..." He mumbles.

"Russell! Pay attention!" Lee is yanked away from his hateful mumbling. The two men are hatching another poorly thought-out plan to deter you from sticking around. Right now their primary focus is stressing you out to the point of leaving town, or getting yourself fired via one of your episodes.

Tuesday's Spirit Week theme is Historical Figures. You're dressed in a dark emerald pantsuit with a cheap remake of Anne Boleyn's initial necklace featuring your initial. Mr. Gamby comes in without a costume, and you can't have that.

"Mr. Gamby, what historical figure are you today?" You tilt your head.

"Oh, I don't do dress ups."

"But it's Spirit Week! You're part of the admin team. We can't skip these things." You shift your weight onto your hip.

"Then I'll be sure to participate tomorrow," Neal rolls his eyes, attempting to walk away and end the conversation.

"No, I think we can set something up for you. Let's go have a talk with Mr. Seychelles." You lead him to the drama room and excitedly task the students with dressing Mr. Gamby as whatever historical figure they can throw together.

"I don't see how this is necessary to express school spirit," he protests.

"Mr. Gamby, I need you to not be a wet blanket this week. Please? I'm begging you." You pinch the bridge of your nose between your index finger and thumb. Once the kids are done, we're left with a very convincing William Shakespeare. "Perfect!" You exclaim, clapping your hands.

Up front, you and Neal resume welcoming late car riders and staff into the school. Lee arrives a little late, explaining that his neighbor has been causing a few altercations with him at random. You barely hear any of that explanation because of his outfit. He's wearing a gray monochromatic suit with a dark crimson tie and something about seeing him in colors so mute is absolutely doing it for you. You're quick to put that thought away.

"Who are you supposed to be?" Neal asks, from atop his ridiculous Shakespeare collar.

"The greatest Korean warrior, Yi Sun-sin." He looks Gamby up and down. "Bold choice."

"He's Shakespeare!" You chime.

"I'm taking off this stupid fucking collar!" Gamby finally blows a fuse and rips the fluffy neck piece off of him. Just then, a group of students pass by.

"Yo, Mr. Gamby, nice Columbus costume!" One shouts as they drift on.

"No... Okay, I need to have a talk with the history department..." You furrow your brow. "Collar stays on."

Wednesday is Warrior Wednesday. Students get to wear their pajamas because you weren't about to let them show up in native American headdresses.

Lee meets with a student to buy a few substances meant to derail all the careful planning you've put into this upcoming pep rally and football game. He purchases a small eyedropper vial of LSD and plans to essentially drug the students so they fumble the game. He wouldn't have to stoop this low if it weren't for this godforsaken spirit week you've put together. It blows anything he and Neal have ever come up with together right out of the water.

Thursday, the theme is Literary Favorites. It's another chance for the kids to dress up, only this time, it's book characters. You wear a gingham shirt, tan slacks, and a straw hat. You're Huckleberry Finn. Everyone thinks you're little Debbie. You're not sure how well this school will do in yearly statewide testing...

Neal Gamby is costume-less again, so you slap another straw hat on him and call him Tom Sawyer. Lee arrives late, once again. He's also sans costume.

"What the hell, Mr. Russell? You can't both leave me hanging like this," you throw your hands up.

"I know, I'm sorry. It's my fucking neighbor! Every fuckin' day is like a knife fight in my God damn driveway," he spits, aggravated and still fuming.

"You should fuckin' kill that guy." You don't exactly mean to say that joke out loud. And you certainly don't mean to deadpan the way you do, causing the two men standing with you to wonder if you're being genuine or not.

"That's what I said!" Lee turns to Neal dramatically, queuing him to remember their conversation where he said exactly that. Wishing over-reactively that he could just murder his troublesome neighbor, Jackie.

"Oh fuck, I'm sorry, guys. That was supposed to be an inside thought," you place a hand over your lips, attempting to stay more aware of your own dialogue.

"There are no inside thoughts here, darlin'. I'm an open book," Lee chuckles.

"Well, speaking of books, you can't just walk around like this all day." You rummage through the drama room once again and find a cheaply made knights robe and a wooden sword. "There. You're King Arthur."

"Why the fuck is he King Arthur and I'm Tom motherfucking pussy ass Sawyer?"

"I will strike you down." The words leave your mouth unprompted. A jestful threat you only find funny in your mind, yet here you are, blurting it out because today's wake and bake got the best of you.

"What?" Neal asks, unsure of what you said due to the low pitch and quickness.

"Mr. Gamby, I just want us to be friends. Please stop pushing me away." You flash your big, shining, puppy dog eyes and place a friendly hand on his shoulder before walking away dismissively.

"I think she might be as fucked in the head as you are, Russell." Gamby confusedly watches you confidently strut down the hall.

"She's something," Lee shrugs, losing the knight's robe, but keeping the sword and plastic crown.

Finally, it's Friday, as a treat for the students and staff, you've taken the whole day to rally in preparation for the biggest game of the year. The theme today is simply school spirit, so you're back in your blue pencil skirt, only this time with a North Jackson football jersey featuring your last name and the last two numbers of your birth year. It felt extra, but you like it that way.

Gamby shows up in his usual school sweater vest and for once, it's on theme, so you have no notes. You send him to the auditorium where the first half of the day will start before moving to the gym. This will allow the band, choir, and drama students to showcase their "spirit."

"Lee Russell, late again..." You mumble quietly to yourself, considering if this is going to be a recurring issue or not. Eventually, you see his car pull into the lot and you step outside to meet him, hoping to talk to him in private to administer a firm warning. He steps out of his car and from a distance, you can hardly notice anything wrong. When he gets a bit closer, you can see a still-oozing split on his lip and a purple and yellow bruise peeking under his sunglasses.

"Sorry I'm late-" he rolls his eyes, tossing his arms up in defeat. Clearly too tired to argue.

"Mr. Russell, you're bleeding," you stare at him with concern, walking him inside and guiding him to the privacy of your office. "That guy really wailed on you, huh?" You tap at his lip wound until the bleeding finally stops.

"I'm not worried about it," he says flatly. It's clearly a sore spot, physically and metaphorically.

"Well, I think we can work up a little stage magic here. Haas is coming by, and-"

"Fuck, I forgot about motherfucking Super Intendant Haas," Lee groans.

"It's fine! I'm a frequently stressed woman in my mid-twenties, I have makeup on hand at all times." You fish for a certain pallet, one meant specifically to color correct and mix for any skin tone. Literal stage makeup, but it worked like a charm in the day-to-day.

With each gentle tap of your hand smearing pigment against his skin, he watches your focused face. He can't pry his eyes away from yours, and you don't notice the entire time. His sight dances from your eyelashes, to your lips, and to the concentrated wrinkle that forms between your eyebrows. You cover his blacked eye effortlessly and his lip split is nearly unnoticeable when you finally stay away to admire your work. He does everything in his power to ignore the stored images of your breath rising and falling in your chest only inches away from him. You swoop into his personal space once again to powder the makeup down with a poofy cotton applicator. His breath hitches in his lungs as your eyes meet his and your bright smile melts whatever it is he has in place of a heart. Maybe one of those monkey toys with the cymbals.

"Perfect. I really am an artist," you brag. The two of you share a laugh and head to the Pep Rally. As you walk down the hall, completely out of your line of sight, two troublemaker students sneak into the unoccupied cafeteria kitchen. They fight to stifle their laughter as they unload their supplies from their backpacks.

A tub of medicated butter slams onto the metal countertops with a loud bang. They manage to bake an entire sheet of brownies with everything they brought, only to be run off from the kitchen by you. You left the pep rally crowd when they switched from auditorium to gymnasium, just to get away for a while. You're overwhelmed by the large crowds and loud sounds.

The kids book it out of there, leaving their dosed treats behind. They're just quick enough to elude your sights, melting back into the line of students filing into the gym.

"Oh, no." You speak aloud, certain you've stumbled upon one of the trays of brownies meant for the students. You're sad and going through a divorce, so what's better than a brownie or two while taking a moment to yourself? You eat one and it tastes peculiar. You chalk it up to being a "healthier" brownie situation meant to be "better" for the kids.

"Hey, there. Dr. Y/L/N." Lee appears before you.

"Excuse the tray of sweets, Mr. Russell. I promise I didn't steal these from the kids. I found them here," you laugh, pushing the dish toward him. "Try one. They taste like someone who's never had a brownie tried to make one using only things they could find outside." He can't refuse if he wants you to get comfortable enough to share sensitive secrets and weaknesses with him, so he digs in. The two of you eat a decent amount between you, unsure why as the hour passed, you just kept getting hungrier...

You and Lee are practically draped across the countertops, leaning against them for support. You were completely unaware of your leisurely stance until the two students returned for their contraband and it felt like it took you seven business minutes to stand up straight again.

"Oh, shit..." One of them gasps.

"What? Who are you two? Robin Shandrell, do not let Mr. Gamby see you sneaking around during assemblies!" You warn with a maternal tone, though it's barely slurred as your high only continues to creep in as the brownies catch up with you.

"You guys just ate so many fuckin' pot brownies..." The alternative-looking kid mumbles with an expression that reads unfazed.

"These are... What?" You and Lee look at each other in horror. The students bolt off in different directions, but you two are too shocked to react to them.

"We gotta get out of here!" Lee exclaims.

"We can't! We can't leave Gamby to fend for himself against all these fucking kids!" There's a certain level of vitriol in your voice.

"We can't just stay!"

"Ugh, fuck! Okay! We need to get out of here and we cannot be seen leaving together." You talk frantically with your hands.

"What do you mean, together?" Lee shakes his head, assuming every man for himself. He wasn't worried about where you were gonna end up.

"Lee, neither of us can drive. I'm not paying for two Ubers. They're fucking expensive."

"Fuck!" The two of you make the first length of your labyrinthian journey out of the school without running into Haas or Gamby, mostly. But anyone would be an obstacle neither of you are ready to face.

"Listen, we've got about 30 minutes to an hour before it gets really bad-" your reassurance is cut off when you hear Ms. Smith's voice calling your name from behind you. She urges you to hurry to the gym where they're waiting for you to give a speech, encouraging the players and all the students. You look at Lee, terrified, following Ms. Smith down the hall as she continues to talk. All Lee can do is shake his head.

You step out, and by the grace of whatever higher power you do or don't believe in, you deliver perhaps the best pep rally monologue in existence. You'd be worried the high is giving you false confidence, but the students are more hype than they've ever been. Neal looks around the gymnasium with wide eyes, unsure if it's about to be a riot. The bleachers break out into a chant as your high climbs, seemingly amplified by the energy of the room. Lee stares in stoned awe as you glow under the adoration of your students. You start to feel your smile extend to a painful territory, and that's how you know it's time to exit, stage left.

You drop the microphone on the ground and dash off toward the door. The room is too distracted by the excitement, barely anyone notices your getaway. Lee notices, of course, because he can't take his eyes off of you. Super Intendant Haas notices, because he needs to talk to you, so he recruits Ms. Smith and starts hunting you down. As soon as Lee notices their objective, he rushes to meet you on the other side of the school.

"Hey! We gotta go, we gotta get out of here!" He exclaims, sprinting down the long hallway.

"What? Why? What's happening?" You panic. "The Uber isn't here yet!"

"Well then we need to hide," he speaks sternly. Just then, you both hear the sound of footsteps approaching you from down the hall. "Fuck this!" He shoves you into the nearest Janitor's closet and the two of you remain perfectly quiet. You're so focused on the sound of passing footsteps, you're both late to realize you're pressed chest to chest with each other.

"Not very much room for Jesus in here, Mr. Russell," you laugh, fighting hard to hold back the sound. Lee's face reddens and he apologizes under his breath, stepping out of the closet. Just as he does, he spots Haas and Smith at the end of the hallway, luckily too distracted by their own conversation to notice him stumble out into the hall. He quickly zooms back in, retaking his place flush against your body.

"They're right outside," he whispers. This time, waiting for them to leave seems to take an eternity as he's hyper-aware of each inch of him that's touching you. He's doing everything in his power to not wrap you into his arms and pull you closer to him, he's so fucking touch-starved. You were his adversary yesterday, but today has changed something. Not to mention he's absolutely blitzed.

You can still hear people talking outside the door, so Lee remains in your personal space. You both try your best to hold perfectly still, as any amount of friction could trigger something in his touch-starved mind or your heartbroken psyche that there's no coming back from. It's pitch dark in the closet, and the faint scent of Pine Sol fills your nose for just a moment before Lee's cologne takes over. The scent causes your knee to buckle, but you catch yourself.

The sharp, grinding motion of your body against his elicits an involuntary huff from Lee's chest. His face heats up, and he's ever thankful that there are no lights or windows in the closet. Finally, you both hear the sound of Haas and Ms. Smith saying goodbye and heading separate ways. Haas leaves the building and Smith returns to the rally. You're in the clear... But you're still in the closet.

"Um, Mr. Russell," you start. "You can open the door now."

"No, ma'am. I cannot." He wiggles the doorknob, jostling against you.

"What are you talking about? Is the door jammed?" You whisper harshly, trying not to draw accidental attention to this seemingly highly inappropriate situation. "Let me try!" You attempt to turn the knob and it seems completely stuck.

"Grab your walkie and radio for Mr. Gamby," you suggest, readjusting your hips against his for easier access. His cheeks burn in the cover of darkness. He attempts to reach for his walkie in the crowded, small closet and when he finally gets it back up to his face, he presses the button to absolutely no sound.

"Oh, fuck," he mumbles.

"It's dead, huh?" You sigh.

"It's dead." The two of you spend the next 15 minutes or so attempting to wiggle the knob loose. All the jostling of the hardware leaves the two of you aching from teasing friction between you. Neither of you wants to be the one to speak on it, unable to see the other in the blacked-out storage room. You're almost certain you can feel his cock stiffening under his slacks, but just then, the door slings open and he stumbles backward.

"Oh!" You gasp, in shock and reeling from the absence of touch. You feel damn near edged by the whole encounter. You remain in the closet while Lee stares at you from the hall, speechless for only a moment.

"Okay, well. I guess I'll- I'll see you Monday, Dr. Y/L/N." He begins to nervously walk away, as if he's still considering if that's what he wants to do.

"You can call me Y/N," you call to him without thinking. At this point, you two are close enough for casualties. He deserves a first name basis since you would definitely be revisiting this event in your bedroom by yourself later.

"You can call me Lee, Y/N." He smiles, walking away a little more confidently. The door to the closet slowly creeps closed and you remain there for a moment, collecting yourself and reminding yourself that it's fucked up to lust after an employee just because you forgot what intimacy feels like. You take a big, shuddered breath and straighten up your clothes.

Suddenly, you're hit with the wind of the closet door slinging open. The sudden revealing of light causes you to squint your eyes, but when you open them, you see Lee. He's standing there with purpose, mouth slightly agape as his eyes desperately study your face in the light. Neither of you says anything and he steps into the closet with you again, intentionally pulling the door shut with one hand, while the other finds and cups your face as he plants a hungry kiss on your lips.

With zero hesitation you kiss him back, pulling him into you like he's the air you need to breathe. He takes a well-kempt hand and slowly trails down the side of your body, hooking under your thigh, and pulling your leg up to his waist. Your pencil skirt is forced up from the motion, and you can feel the air brushing against your damp panties.

"Goddamn, you drive me fucking crazy," he growls into your mouth as you both move your heads in sync. He snakes a hand between your legs and gently toys with your clit through your underwear. The wetness expands until you're nearly dripping in his hand, then he finally pushes them aside. One long finger slips slowly inside of you, followed by another. Quiet, held-back moans pour from your mouth. Lee pumps his nimble fingers in and out of you, still holding your lips captive.

"Lee," you gasp as he curls his fingers inside you. "P-Please..."

"You really want me to fuck you on the job? In this Janitor's closet?" he taunts with that trademark sass in his voice. "The boss?"

"Right fucking now, Lee," you whine.

"Alright, alright. Keep it down," he chuckles as he wrestles his fly down in the close quarters, freeing his throbbing erection. He can barely hold himself back, he pulls your panties to the side and slips his head in delicately. A long, sensual sigh emits from his lungs as he sinks further inside of you, reaching his hilt. He takes your other leg and wraps it around his waist as well, fucking you rhythmically against the shelves.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" You whisper harshly, gripping hopelessly on his shoulders for support as he drills into you.

"Shh, sweetheart. You gotta be quiet or we're both fucked," he speaks condescendingly to you as his hips sharply buck his shaft as far as you're body can take him. Each stroke guides you closer and closer to your climax, and the scandalous environment and time limit only add to your adrenaline. One of Lee's hands leaves your legs and begins to work little circles into your clit, still fucking you steadily. You throw your head back, snapping your lips shut, begging the universe to keep you quiet while he fucks you to and through your orgasm.

"There it is, now, darlin'. Cum for me," he mumbles, listening closely to the sounds of your poorly stifled gasps and moans. You reach your climax and he doesn't let up, whispering praises to talk you through it.

"I don't think I can-" you gasp, overwhelmed with pleasure.

"You can take it, Y/N," he huffs, quickening his pace. He fucks you rough and hard for a moment, almost out of character. Almost as if he's angry at you for something you're unaware of. His grip on your skin tightens and you can feel the pressure securing bruises on your flesh. He's creeping into hatefucking territory, angry at you for Amadeus-ing at this job he wants so badly, but you're none the wiser. You just assume the weirdly dressed VP is a little bit of a freak and you're into it.

"You're gonna knock every one of these shelves off the wall," you huff between thrusts, relishing in the lightning bolts of pleasure coursing through you with each slam of his hips against yours.

"That's. Fucking. Right," he punctuates each word with hard thrusts, filling you to the point of cum dripping down his cock. When he finally stills, he remains sheathed inside you, breathing heavily in your ear. As everything falls quiet, your lust-fogged mind clarifies and you realize how insane this was. You're both devastatingly high, jumping in startled fear when you receive the text that your Uber has finally arrived.

"Oh, uh... Our ride's here," you relay the message as you read it from the lock screen of your phone.

"Right, yeah. Okay," Lee nods, stoned and oblivious.

"So, could you just..." You do a kegel around him, eliciting a shocked gasp of overstimulation.

"Oh, fuck, sorry," he chuckles, finally pulling out. You're both a mess and no amount of cleanup in this tiny closet is going to get you right. You pull your skirt back down to its proper length and decide to just handle it when you get home. Lee does the same, fastening his pants and hoping the evidence of your orgasms is well enough concealed by his fly.

Later on, just before the game is scheduled to start, Gamby and Russell meet up near the locker rooms to execute two different plans that neither of them discussed with the other.

"Alright, let's get in and get out while they're doing warm ups on the field." Lee slinks into the locker room with Gamby in tow. It isn't until just now that Neal realizes Lee's plan to drug the students.

"Whoa, whoa. What the fuck are you doing?" He asks with urgency.

"What? I'm putting fuckin' acid in the water so these little fuckers lose! It'll make her little show at the pep rally look like a joke!" Neal can't deny, Mr. Russell makes a good point.

"We can't... Look, we can't throw the game over this."

"The hell we can't?" Lee sneers at him, reaching an arm over the water, just seconds from emptying the small container of LSD.

"You're really gonna do this to Y/N?" Gamby asks, hands authoritatively on his hips. Lee hesitates. "I knew it!" He points at his enemy-turned-partner in crime. "You can't come up with a worth a fuck plan because you're over here falling in love. Catching feelings and shit."

"Shut the fuck up, you fucking child. Nobody's in love. It was a one time thing in the Janitor's closet-"

"When the fuck did that happen?"

"Few hours ago, idiot." Lee screws the cap back on the tiny bottle of hallucinogens. "So what's the plan if we're not throwing the game?"

"I don't know! I was following your lead, an obvious mistake." Gamby scolds himself.

"A mistake? Motherfucker, I'm the only one who showed up with a plan at all!"

"You know we can't risk losing this game. If we win, it'll be the-" Gamby's reasoning is quickly cut off.

"Will you shut the fuck up for a minute. Do you even hear yourself? If she wins the first game after all this time, we are fucked."

"This plan won't work, Russell. You can't do it to your new girlfriend and I can't let you do it to North Jackson. Figure something else out." Neal's words are serious and harsh, a certain power lingers behind them that he usually doesn't quite possess. Lee stuffs the container into his handkerchief pocket of his fancy little suit.

"Then what do you suggest we do, Gamby. Fuck all my fucking plans." Lee tosses up his hands in frustration.

"Well give me a god damn minute. I didn't know I was gonna have to rewrite the fucking blueprints because you're over here falling in-"

"Will you please shut the fuck up with that?" Lee whines.

"Oh, shut the fuck up? I thought you wanted me to make a plan. Because you apparently fuckin' can't!" Neal speaks quickly in harsh whispers. Finally Lee loses his cool, he shoves Gamby against the locker. As he hits the metal storage areas, he bounces off and flies toward Mr. Russell. They collide and a faint 'pop' can be heard between them. When they both look down, a large wet spot stains both of their shirts.

"You fucking idiot!" Lee exclaims, still to Neal's confusion. "This shit gets absorbed through the skin!"

"Oh fuck!"

"We need to get out of here, now!" Lee shoves him out the door. They're scrambling into the hallway as you round the corner, seeing Lee for the first time since your awkward, quiet Uber ride home.

"My seconds in command. I was just looking for you!" You chime, smiling brightly at your administrative team. They both glance at you and then break into a sprint in the opposite direction. Your stomach sinks. You've certainly been avoided after a hook-up before, but this seems quite bold. "Oh."

@sexy-monster-fucker !!!

Pt. 3 in the works!!

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bettsfic · 1 month ago

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some of you may have noticed that i haven't posted a newsletter in a million years. there are many reasons for this and they're nearly all good ones, including making a lot of progress on a novel, exercising and eating well, organizing all my worldly possessions, and watching Succession.

aaaand i've been on the fence about something i've finally made a decision about:

after many, many years of hesitation, i've decided to create a paid publication.

this is separate from my main newsletter in part because 1) i may post more frequently, and 2) it's not the kind of content that i think people signed up for in my main newsletter.

you can think of it as

my lowkey writing-related newsletter: me as a coach/teacher/editor

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over the years, a lot of people have asked for a way to support my writing and suggested that i get a Patreon. Patreon has never sat right with me though. Substack has many, many problems but after much research, i haven't found a suitable alternative that i'm ready to pull the trigger on. it takes a lot to move platforms, and one day i will, but that day is not today.

Unhinged Morning Pages (or "ump" as i've been calling it, because i love my ridiculous acronyms) is a grand experiment in posting my writing logs, original fiction, and personal essays that don't belong anywhere else.

my main newsletter is a far cry from what it started as, and i have more subscribers than i ever anticipated. the lkwrnl won't change at all; i'll still post monthly-ish craft essays along with news and announcements, and writing advice round-ups when applicable. it will remain free to read.

but now i have a sidestack that you can subscribe to for $7 a month (or $70 a year) where you'll get alllll the other stuff i don't post elsewhere and that i'd like to keep to a smaller audience and behind a paywall. although you can subscribe for free, i don't intend to post free content there.

those who sign up for a paid subscription can read the first chapter of the novel that has taken over my life, Heavy for Hire, about a shitty criminal who kidnaps a girl, lets her go, and then 8 years later becomes her bodyguard.

i posted this to lend some context to my writing log which i'll begin sharing next week, hopefully Monday. (ideally i'd like to post on Mondays. maybe not every Monday but i do have a lot of content to share.)

tomorrow i'll be publishing a regular newsletter (on my lkwrnl) about things i've learned after 5 years as a writing coach. plus OFIC Mag issue #11 drops! april is a very big month and i'm excited to join the world again after months as a hermit.

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jaidens · 2 years ago

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could i request a bradley bradshaw fic inspired by the song “timeless” by taylor swift? the line “and u were headed off to fight in the war, you still would’ve been mine we would’ve been timeless” reminds me so much of him 😀

you were headed off to fight in the war, you still would've been mine we would've been timeless

pairing [s] : bradley bradshaw x reader

warning [s] : none

a/n [s] : requests are open! ty for the request

When the letter came into the mailbox, underneath junk mail and scattered bills, sat the United States Navy Fighter Weapons School letter.

It made you cover your mouth and shake your head, as you hear Bradley throwing baseballs outside in the backyard. Giggles and laughing that peer from your daughter and her friend that came over.

It would have killed Bradley to know he had to leave once more. After a successful mission, Bradley told you what he had to do. The Navy was offering him the job as an instructor for the fleets. However, coincidentally, you had given birth and he was on paternity leave for those weeks, successfully missing the letters.

Now, there was no way to get out of it.

Walking over to Bradley, seeing him shirtless as he helps Nick get his pitching position correctly.

“Bradley,” You call, attempting to get just his attention. “Bradley!”

Bradley flips his view from Nick to you, eyebrows crossing together in worry. “Yeah, honey?”

“Can I talk to you? Privately.” Bradley nods and follows you into the house. You sit down at the couch and there sits the letter, as you burn your eyes at it. Bradley looks, understandably, worried as he sits next to you and lets his hand fall against yours. “I was looking through the mail today. And—and I saw this.” Picking up the letter and handing it to him, you cover your face and you see Bradley read the paper.

He opens it with his thumb and pulls out the folded paper. Bradley reads it and says the other part aloud. “...and in reasonable consideration, we will see you on the 1st day of September.”

Bradley drops the paper against the wooden coffee table. His hand goes to cover his mouth as he stares at the paper. “That’s tomorrow. The damn Navy decided to tell me this today, when I'm leaving tomorrow.” He can't look at you.

“We’ll get ice cream tonight, let the kids stay up, and we'll write you notes to look at. You'll be fine.” You scoot closer to your husband, hand holding onto his, and you lay your head against his shoulder.

“I know. It just really sucks. Six months away from my babies, you, my whole life is out here.” Bradley turns his head to look at you, eyes welling with dangerous tears that fall when be blinks.

“We’ll be fine. Everything will work out.” You comfort and you hug him. The gentle feeling of him as he wraps around you tightly.

—

The day comes at 11:30 in the morning. Bradley is standing there, holding his bag against his shoulder as he is practically crying. Nick holds on tightly to his dad's leg and Caroline is in his arms as she kisses his cheeks.

“I'll be home before you guys know it.” Bradley says to Caroline and Nick while he kisses her head softly. The warm San Diego air is pulling you back to your car and in the AC, but you can't leave Bradley for all that you pull. “Swear.”

“I’m gonna miss you. Don't get hooked on any bar girls. Still mine honey." You hear the sound of the plane starting and you hit his chest. “You come home to me you hear that?” You lay against him as he sets Caroline down. He pulls you into his arms and kisses you.

“Swear I'll come home to you. No bar girl is gonna take me away from you. You don't get stolen either honey.” You laugh with him and steal kisses from him. His lips envelop you as they begin to call any pilots to the ship. “I’ll see you honey." He grabs his stuff off the ground and he starts walking towards everyone.

“You come home to me, Bradshaw!”

“I will honey! Swear on my dead body I will.”

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the-wip-project · 9 months ago

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40k in 42 days, day 11

The ultimate writing advice!

Hello writerly friends!

I take in a lot of writing advice from all over. Posts, books, videos, I eat that all up. So, after years of accumulating all the advice I can, I hereby give you the three most common pieces of advice for writing consistently every day:

Set small goals

Set a timer

Write in the morning

There you have it, all problems solved.

Now, I'm with you for setting small or realistic goals. I also can vouch for the effectiveness of setting a timer for a writing sprint. But writing in the morning? Really?

I have to admit, I never tried writing in the morning because it goes against everything I know about myself. I'm not a morning person. I get up early, yes, because I get everyone started here. But my higher brain functions are limited to making coffee, settling with said coffee on the couch, and looking at Tumblr. The idea to do anything creatively is far, far out there.

But I also have to admit that I don't get as much writing done as I planned to. Somehow, at the end of the day, the time just disappears. Could writing in the morning be the solution to that problem? How will I know, if I never try?

So, tomorrow morning, instead of settling on the couch, I'm going to try that writing in the morning thing. I'll report back how it goes. I'm gonna be so pissed if it actually works.

When do you guys get most of your writing done? Are you a morning writer?

#40k in 42 days #the wip project #writeblr #writing advice

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changingplumbob · 2 months ago

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So I was having a dream that I overslept and had missed half a day of classes (dreaming that I'm in some kind of school again is pretty common for me). Anyway my dream then got sidetracked by a mystery but point, when I woke up it was a solid hour after my average wake up time. I reckon some part of my brain was trying to go "omg it's wake up time and we've missed it" and the other part of my brain went "screw it, we need sleep" and that ended up in my dream 😂 yeah I wake up at the same time every morning without an alarm and aim to go to bed at the same time, consistent sleep schedule is meant to help chronic fatigue and depression.

Today I wrote some SBL and ran out of pictures to write for. Since I'm almost two weeks ahead again I'll take a break to play more Dating Deanna tomorrow, however there may be a gap between days 10 and 11 depending on how much the chicken pox slows me down.

#ramble ramble ramble #before bed thoughts #chicken pox blister right on my hairline #it's aggravated by my bonnet #but like my hair is so fragile I need the bonnet #so scratchy scalp it is

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stvp1dbl00dslvt · 2 years ago

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RE2 Leon x Goth M!Reader ☆

⚠️: alcohol use

TW: none (I dont believe)

It was just your typical routine, you went out to one of your favourite shops to grab something before leaving yet unfortunantly you bump into someone, dropping your bag..

He looked up at you immediately and started profusely apologising whilest picking up your things off the ground, honestly at that point you were just a little shocked you weren't yelled at to 'watch it'.. "Im really sorry, I didn't see where I was going.." he mumbled, picking up your things and giving them to you, but before he did he looked right at you and his cheeks lightly glowed red, "Woah your make ups really cool!" He cut himself off, smiling.

You chuckle lightly, finally getting a chance to respond.. "Its fine and thank you- uhh" you didn't know his name regrettably, "Leon" he smiled at you, putting his hand out.. "Leon Kennedy" his smile somehow managed to grow wider, "Im Y/N.." you smile back at him, shaking his hand. After you both dropped your hands he speaks up, "Y/N's a pretty name.. but I wasn't lying about your make up can you do it on me?!" He was like a puppy almost, just so full of energy and so excited you could've sworn you saw a tail wagging behind him.. "Im a bit busy today but I can give you my number?" You smile at him softly, getting a sticky note from your bag and writing your number on it and a little bat drawing next to it.. he couldn't stop smiling and took the paper, putting it into his pocket.

"Thank you so much, you're really cool.." he mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly whilest kicking the ground, "Thank you, but I really do need to head off" you chuckle in response, "Im free Saturday." You tell him before walking off and waving goodbye. He kept standing there like an excited puppy, just smiling hard until you were out of his view so he could make his way to where ever he was headed.

Friday.

It was Friday, a day before your next encounter with 'Leon'. You managed to rub the sleep from your eyes since it was around 3am before getting a notification on your phone.. It was a new number and all it wrote was, "Hey its Leon, sorry for the late message:'C Is this Y/N?" 'He uses emoticons? Thats cute' you thought to yourself before replying to him saying that it was fine and that yeah its you.

You kept messaging for awhile just talking about the new remake of the game Evil Residence, you were always a big fan of the originals and turns out so was he. You never thought you'd get on so well with a man you bumped into on the street.. but you could definitely say you were gonna enjoy hanging out with him tomorrow. You found out he was a rookie cop and it was his first day TODAY even though it was already 5 in the morning, you laughed at him and told him to sleep for the next hour just so he can have some sort of energy.. 'Actually texting you has made me pretty hyper so im okay(^w^)'... you re-read the message a few times wondering how to respond, 'doesn't matter! You still need your beauty sleep.' You argued, chuckling on your bed.. 'Finee(╥﹏╥) I'll see you tomorrow:D' he finally agreed, so you both went to bed. You laid there awhile just thinking of tomorrow, smiling to yourself and giggling.. you both kept messaging through out the day when he was on break or just taking a sneaky peek at his phone to see if you'd messaged him, which you always were. You could confidently say you were excited to hang out with him tomorrow, including the other things you both wanted to do.

Saturday.

You both accidently did it again, staying up until 6am calling and messaging.. you agreed he'd come over at 11am with the drinks, you both decided that having a few drinks together and watching a movie would be great.

11:12 am

There's a knock on the door, you already know who it is, you run over to the door and open it, a smile already plastered on you're face. "12 minutes late" you chuckle, staring down Leon sarcastically, "Oh come on, I had to get the very specific whiskey you wanted.. its hard to find!" He laughed at you, holding 2 bottles of Diageo Whiskey whilest you had already stocked up on 3 bottles of Coke. "Diego or whatever it is wasn't easy to find.." he mumbled, walking inside your apartment, you laugh at him before correcting him about the name, "Its Diageo not 'Diego'". After coming in, pouring yourselves a nice mix of Whiskey and Coke you both finally sat down and agreed to watch *Halloween*, Rob Zombies specifically since Leon argued it was the best one, "I love the Halloween movies.." he whispers smiling at the TV, as the day went on and you continued watching more of the Halloween movies before you knew it it was already 9pm, and you both had downed a bottle of the whiskey with only 1 remainder not to mention drunk.. Leon was on the verge of passing put while you were enjoying the movie, you felt a weight shift onto your shoulder.. it was Leon, and he was out cold. You chuckle to yourself quietly before wrapping your arm around him and bringing him in closer.

The movie finished and Leon was still out like a light, you sigh and gently get up.. laying him on the couch and grabbing one of the square pillows and putting it under his head aswell as a spare blanket. You give yourself a quick pat on the back for helping this drunk get more comfortable.

You start to walk off with the idea of heading to bed and checking up on him in the morning.. that was before you felt someone grab your wrist. Leon was still half asleep, mumbling.. "dont.. dont go." His eyes were still shut, and maybe it was the alcohol that made you stay.. you stood there for a few seconds before he pulled you onto the couch with him.. almost immediately wrapping his arms and legs around you with his head digging into your chest.. "Leon?" You whisper, in hopes to not disturb him much.. he grumbled in response, "Do you want me to stay?" You ask again, your eyes drooping due to the long night behind you, he shook his head on your chest. You wrapped your arms around him and laid for awhile before finally falling asleep, with Leon in your arms..

DONE!! IM SO SO SO SORRY FOR NOT UPLOADING OMFG. I MIGHT MAKE A PART 2 IF ITS HIGHLY DEMANDED LMAO:3

#m!reader #x male reader #gay #leon x m!reader #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x male reader #leon kennedy #re2r leon #re2 remake

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