#like...did i really need to write a 600 words make out scene

[lavenderspence]

part two of "tina asked for short requests, and now she's over 1.5K words and not done"

I'm staring to think I'm focusing on stuff i shouldn't be brining much focus into, and I'm too describtive in my writing, like...huh

[etclouie]

together in one

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 — summary; separating yourself from the group and finding yourself tucked away in Daryl’s tent, but things get heated (Daryl Dixon x fem!reader)

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 — setting; farm era 

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 — warnings; not full on smut, minors do not interact!!!, dry humping, daryl cums in his pants, mutual pinning, kinda subby!daryl, reader + daryl are both outsiders in the group, that’s it really

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 — word count; 959

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 — a/n; working through some of my own ideas the now before i write reqs, just cause of my 600 event

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you’d been feeling different in comparison to the group lately, pushing yourself away and growing closer to the group’s other outsider; Daryl. 

both of you grew closer after what happened at the CDC, finding comfort in the others silence. 

but when Daryl upped and moved his tent far away from everyone else, it caused a little rift between the both of you. 

so when you stalked up to his tent, you had the intention of talking things out between the both of you, but when you seen him sprawled out on his cot it had your words turning to mush. 

Daryl leaned back on his elbows, one of his eyebrows raised in questioning while something akin to a smirk toyed at his lips. 

“you’ve been out here yourself for a bit, wanted to check up on you”

you broke the silence, a welcomed change to the empty and quietness of his tent. 

he huffed, lip curling at the corner before he nodded. his own little way of saying it was okay to stay. 

“am fine..”

he told as you sat at the end of his cot, letting your eyes flicker up his body until they met his. 

the thing with Daryl was that he’d only let you in, so when he caught the way your eyes flickered across his body it caused a pool of warmth inside him. 

he gulped, his adam’s apple bobbing before he grunted. you seen the way his hips shifted, quickly averting your gaze as he spoke. 

“need y’r hand”

the request was upfront, and unlike him usually. but it piqued your interest. 

tilting your head back to him, eyes falling to the bulge straining in his jeans while heat shot through your body. 

“only feel like this ‘bout you”

when your eyes met his again, the sincerity was prominent. his pupils were blown wide, a mix of his sincerity and the lust he had for you. 

you couldn’t help the small laugh that slipped past your lips before you crawled into his lap, a whine falling from his lips at the feeling of you on top of him. 

“like this baby?”

you asked softly, the pet name making his head fall back and his eyes screw shut. you leaned in, capturing his lips with yours before you started to slowly roll your hips against his. 

hearing his breath hitch, both of his hands moving to grab your hips as his cock throbbed in the confines of his pants. 

his desperation fuelled something inside you, his willingness for you to take charge causing your panties to dampen with your arousal. 

continuing to roll your hips against his, lips pressing to his again in a desperate row of kisses. nipping at his bottom lip and a whine toppling from his lips again, his hands squeezed at your hips as his hips rocked up against you. 

the whole scene was desperate, heady breathing and needy grinding. 

with each pass of your hips, his cock throbbed with need. aching against the zipper of his jeans, desperate for release.

Daryl had never felt like this with someone before, had never had his climax build so quickly. but god, did you make his head fuzzy with want. 

“oh fuck—“

he cursed, back arching up off of the cot as his head threw itself back. your lips curved into another smirk, watching him amused as you gave another roll of your hips. 

he whined again, before his whines turned to whimpers. his hips canted up against you, his bulge pressing just right against your centre and causing the coil in his belly to wind impossibly tighter. 

you could sense that he was teetering on the edge, could feel the insistent throb of his cock through both of your jeans as his hands pawed desperately at your hips. 

leaning in you kissed him again, teeth nipping at his bottom lip before you whispered out to him. 

“yeah bubs?”

something akin to a growl left him, your tone was teasing despite the softness that you spoke with. 

his hips bucked up against you, in a frenzied pace that confirmed every suspicion on his impending release. 

with a couple more rolls of your hips, and another kiss to his lips he was toppling over the edge with a strangled groan. 

smirking against his lips as his hips bucked again, feeling him twitch through both sets of your jeans as he spilled his release into the denim. 

the pool of arousal in his belly quickly replaced with embarrassment, everything in his post high glaze screamed at him for finishing like that. 

“hey don’t be embarrassed, that was hot”

you reassured him, hands soothing across his chest. he lay back against the cot with a sigh, eyes flicking between your face and the roof of his tent. 

his grip on your hips softened, thumbs drawing absentminded shapes across your denim clad skin before he grumbled out. 

“never done tha’ a’fore”

his accent thickened, despite the remnants of embarrassment in his tone you could hear the pleased, blissed out part of him. 

appreciating the warmth that spread through him at the pleasure you’d just given him, god he wouldn’t be able to live without you now. 

“well, it was really hot”

you repeated, catching his lips again before laying against his chest. head laying on his shoulder, feeling him glance down at you before a breath passed his lips. 

his right hand moved from your hip to run across your back, fingers trailing the length of your spine as he spoke. 

“don’ feel hot, feels sticky ‘nd messy”

that pulled a laugh from you, shaking your head before pressing a kiss to the corner of his jaw and then whispering in his ear. 

“a hot sticky mess”

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[winterrrnight]

edith's 600 followers celebration!

I absolutely cannot believe my eyes! 600 of you! (well, there are bots too but STILL!!!) this really means sooo much to me <33 writing is my vice, my way of letting out emotions, and to share stories of scenarios dreamt and words thought. To see so many of you enjoy reading it, share such beautiful views with me, always makes me so giddy with happiness 💓💓 thank you so so much for the continuous support 🥹 I hope to always keep on providing you guys content <33

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[joocomics]

fantasy writing is so fun sometimes bc you get to make your own rules to the world and have a fun time thinking what could've brought the world to turn out that way and idk, i love it. but it also takes so so SO much energy that i don't have at the moment. the fantasy fic i'm writing rn is an apocalypse fic and i'm already like 6k words into it and JUST found out that the reason people can't be out in the rain is because the bombs used in The Ending War™ (still not sure about that name) contaminated the water most places and since rain comes from evaporated water from the ground it means the rain is contaminated too and causes harm to humans, but the most i have to make up about that world is why it went to shit 💀

side tangent over, as for your question about the other members, i think they'll show up!! but i'm not sure how yet bc seonghwa doesn't get much help and i don't want them to be against him so i have to keep ponder about that some more,, THANKS for getting excited tho!! i love sharing and getting excited with people about my ideas 🥰

literally do not know how you keep yourself focused on completing the event drabbles, i would've jumped on the jooyeon idea SO FAST, i think it's really admirable that you can hold yourself back, even if the bookstore jooyeon is living in my head too and i secretly hope you get less self control.... the list of wips sounds good tho!! it's nice to have it visible like that!! i get the need to relax about it too though. we're not being paid to write this and nothing feels worse than fighting your way through writing something you have NO interest in writing atm.. 🫂

yunho is a wild card fr, you never know if you get weird/silly or him being a slut against the wall or in general in low lighting.. i remember a specific video he did with wooyoung,,, he was SO hot it went EVERYWHERE on atinytwt

I DID SEE YEONJUN DID IT!!! i had to throw my phone away because i can't handle him recently 😵 (he's my bias from txt) HIT BY A TRUCK IS RIGHT

🫂 i love chatting with you too. and if i ever post that post-sex glowing intak idea we talked about i might just reveal myself (scary but you're so sweet i feel it's gonna be okay) - 👾

EXACTLYYYY!! fantasy genre is what ignited my love for reading books yearssss ago (percy jackson i’m looking at you, my first crush fr) it’s fascinating how much you can do with it, and how many interesting stuff you can create by using well known and loved tropes/concepts by putting ur own twist to it. DAMN THE RAIN?? HELLO THAT SOUNDS SICK 😩 (positive) i love your imagination!!

ahh i love discussing these things with you too 🫶🏼 and i really appreciate you sharing about your works and ideas with me!!

OH i don’t think that i’m holding back from the joo idea as much as it seems like i am 😬 because last night i wrote a scene that could possibly be the beginning of the fic and it ended up at like 600 words 😭 i had a shit day yesterday and it felt good to indulge myself in it! i also already have an idea for a possible cliffhanger that could lead to a possible sequel?! so yeah looks like i’m not holding myself back THAT much anymore HOWEVER i’m careful not to overdo it or smth since i’m focused on doing the drabbles; for now, i try to look at the joo idea like a fun project on the side that i relax in my free time with

YEONJUN IS MY BIAS TOO! (and kai… i double bias here too shocking) i think we’ll never be fully capable of handling him 😬

take your time and no pressure!! i already appreciate you coming here regularly to chat with me! of course, i’ll be happy to be able to support your post and blog overall, but it’s not necessary to reveal yourself if you’re not completely sure about it 🫂

[susiecarter]

WFZine Q&A! (Part 3)

More @wfzine​ behind the scenes! /o\ :D @gothamguts was kind enough to toss this question in specifically to give me room to flail about this, because o m f g, I CANNOT OVEREMPHASIZE how bad I am at editing stories in order to make them shorter instead of longer, and how ludicrously difficult it was for me to trim my draft down to size. Like, in a good way, I absolutely love how it turned out! BUT MAN. ;-; On a good day, I can hammer out somewhere north of 1k per hour—cutting words, on the other hand, I apparently do at a rate of about 20 per hour, and that’s a generous estimate. :’D Anyway, yeah, more of me wailing under the cut!

Q: What was challenging about writing your zine piece? (optional: and how did you overcome it?)

The big challenge for me was definitely having a maximum wordcount! I was so grateful to have been invited to participate, I couldn't believe it, and then the maximum wordcount came up and I was SWEATING, like, oh, god, countdown until the invitation is RESCINDED and I am KICKED OUT INTO THE STREET—

Anyway, yeah, I'm really bad at estimating how long a draft is going to be before I've written it, and that's because it's always longer than I'm expecting. ALWAYS. So I should actually be counting my lucky stars that my first draft came in as close to the max as it did! But it was still 600–700 words too long. :'D So I had to go over it ... god, I don't even know how many times, it must've been at least 20, looking for more words I could cut or something I could rephrase, and cutting, cutting, cutting, and then scrolling back up to the top and checking the wordcount, and learning I'd removed, you know, 18 words. ;-;

It was definitely a really valuable exercise—going forward, I'm planning to try to remove 100–200 words from every draft I write before I post, because I have an adjective problem and also an adverb problem, and having that target to hit, really thinking about which words were the most important ones in each sentence, was great! But after I'd cut like 500, and I STILL NEEDED TO TAKE MORE WORDS OUT ... ;-;!!! It was so hard, it was like MURDER. I'm thrilled with the final version, and I think the story I wrote is stronger in a lot of ways than it would've been if I hadn't trimmed it down! But it was still so ridiculously hard for me, omg. :'D

[ayoda]

I think we're back

August 15

It's been a week since we've returned, I dove back into my day job and jet lag has hit me really hard. But through the mental fog I'm able to reflect a bit on our time in the Noto Peninsula, a trip which I'm still surprised actually happened.

It took awhile to arrange this year's visit, since this situation is still pretty raw. We posted previous pics to show there's still a lot of recovery ahead. So many homes in disrepair, particularly near the coast. Although the earthquake happened on January 1, we spent our time helping people move in, move out, or simply clean up. Also, we saw temporary housing still being built, a bit surprising.

The volunteers kept changing each day (we're front / left). I still am amazed at how volunteers kept coming in and out each day from all over Japan, let alone from other countries. The leaders each day had to create / recreate teams to be sent to the different service areas.

At 8:00 a.m. every morning the day started with a devotional, then we were informed of our work assignment. We'd then travel the next 2.5 hours from Ishikawa to the Noto Peninsula by car or van to where we were needed. We saw scenes such as this repeatedly.

I'm borrowing this pic from the Noto Help social media site. We'd mentioned there was a house which we were helping clear out as it was beyond repair. That's me helping bring down furniture from the second floor. There was a lot to be moved, the team we worked with was just amazing in how they tackled any task without a complaint. Did I mention we had two Pastors on this work team? They simply felt called to serve in Noto.

I can't say enough about Peter. Aside from rescuing me more than once with his Japanese fluency (it's easy for me to get in over my head with the language), he took on every task he was asked to do, from digging up weeds and sand, to crawling under houses, to loading furniture into trucks, all of this in temperatures in the nid-90s (and maybe higher) plus humidity also in the 90s, as in 90+ percent.

I also want to thank Morofuji-Sensei. We've worked with him since Kumamoto in 2017. He leads the Kyushu Christ Disaster Relief Center (九州キリスト災害支援センター), he brought his team from Kumamoto to Ishikawa (almost 600 miles) because of the acute need in the Noto Peninsula. Morofuji-Sensei also had his Dad and his son working with us. He was our connection with Noto Help.

Worth noting: On the day we left last week, Kyushu Island experienced a 7.1 magnitude earthquake, yet there was no significant damages.

On the last day we were in Ishikawa, I walked by an elementary school. The translation is "let's live strong and healthy! Let's carry on!" We hope we help them grow to a better future.

I underestimated the number of volunteers that Noto Help would help facilitate. I thought by the time we left, it would be around 2,900. When we left last week, over 3,100 volunteers participated with Noto Help. We were privileged to be two of them.

I think I still have a bit more to say, so stay tuned.

To those of you who have supported us with your prayers and your contributions, thank you!! We are more than $2000 short of our fundraising goal. If you would still like to contribute, I'm copying the information from our prayer letter, you can also contact me directly at ayoda77@gmail.com for more info. Again, thank you for your encourgement and kind words!

If you would like to offer financial support:

By Zelle (preferred): Use donations@glints.org or 6307150734. Write in the comments section “Japan Mission Team.”

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ありがとう (thank you) for your continued partnership!

[uozlulu]

I want to expand the week 4 story, so I’m going to yammer a bit under the cut and see if that gives me a direction tomorrow.

So, week 1 was Relationships/Pairings and I chose to tell Claudia/Madeleine’s possible romance arc, keeping it relatively simple but a bit fleshed out from the original concept (which was just the doll gift scene).

Week 2 is Scenes and Lines, so I kind of took a bunch of stuff I want explored and packaged it together to a) tell a coherent story and b) get all of it in there without having some long drawn out meandering nonsense. So that had Louis dealing with hallucinating Lestat vs. actually seeing Lestat, Lestat at his absolute lowest point, both of them grieving Claudia’s death, and then it hopped to the present day to tease the fact Lestat’s rock music exists because that will tie back into week 4.

Week 3 will be Outfits and Character Looks. So I created a story where Daniel explores the theater album that Armand threw to his feet last we left them in show canon, and from there I get to explore a) what Armand might wear on stage, b) what kinds of fucked up nonsense goes on in these plays, c) Daniel teasing a memory of the Devil’s Minion era, and then d) what Armand might wear if he stops wearing all black post-reveal (though I think it’s possible he might not stop wearing black because this is kind of Daniel’s (possibly extended) funeral in a way. Again, Claudia becomes a part of the narrative because it touches on what we learned from TVA about what Armand did to her. Because I want Claudia to exist in all four stories. The reason I kept the DM short is I think I already inadvertently covered what I want to see from the show regarding that that pretty well in that May You Get What You Desire Is a Curse upon the Dead fic.

Okay, so...

Week 4 will be Themes/Theories. I want this fic to tie up the previous three fics. I want Louis and Lestat reunited. I want to make nods to things like this interview is a way for Louis to draw Lestat to him, the tower in Dubai is probably Trinity Gate, and maybe nod in a the audience can take this as they want way that the interview is also a way for Louis and Armand to reunite with Daniel or perhaps for Louis to reunite them so he can break it off with Armand or whatever, that part will be more up in the air, a minor scene setting kind of detail to explain Louis’ presence on the balcony. The themes I want to touch on are things like, Louis and Lestat are drawn to each other, reconnecting, etc...etc...

So like the previous fics, I started with an about 600 - 700 word scene where Louis goes out on the balcony, hears Lestat’s voice singing form a distance, finishes the lyric, and Lestat joins him on the balcony. Louis points out that Lestat could be a ghost, Lestat points out he’s very much real and reveals he was indeed in the courtyard and saw Louis burn down the theater (reference to the week 2 story). Louis tells him that this place is open to all who wish to stay, invites him in, and the fic ends with them disappearing into a bedroom just before the sun rises.

So it’s not necessarily a bad story, i just think, much like I went doll gift > love story, courtyard scene > escape + burning down the theater, Daniel explores the album > actually writing out a couple of fucked up play excerpts, I need to dig a bit deeper with this one too.

One thing I considered was addressing the murder. Is it really the last time they saw each other? Have they seen each other in other places? Part of why this fic is the way it is is that you could rearrange Lestat’s plot points in such a way that several Louis ones happen in the present (though I suspect we’ll find that Louis is either fucking with Daniel about thinking Lestat is dead or Armand messed with his head (possibly with permission)), but that’s like a whole other fic and too messy to tackle here. While I want and expanded concept, I still want to keep things relatively simple and doable given that there’s a deadline.

I do know I’m going to reconfigure the opening a bit and rethink how I’ve presented some things.

But other than that, I’m really not sure how to expand this fic out and make it a bit deeper and juicier. Hopefully writing this out will help jumpstart some thoughts in the back of my brain that can bubble to the surface later.

[finniestoncrane]

Omg those Yandere prompts give meeeee lifeeee! Please idk if your requests are closed or if I ask for too much but like… G1, N1 and W1 with Dano!Riddler maybe we can get some of that good Hero!Reader in there? Do what you want tho and take a break if you need! I’ll love anything you put out.

Conflict of Interest

Dano!Riddler x GN!Reader, word count: 600 if my requests were closed i'd still write whatever you wanted, even if i had no fingers i would type with my lil snoot u-u i like writing the hero stuff, actually! i thought it would be difficult but it's going ok so far lol also sad anon, please i hope this was enough of eddie being an obsessive little idiot for you but i can always do more to cheer you up 💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: villain/hero dynamics

Crouching in the back of the warehouse on the docks, you held your breath, trying to inhale and exhale as silently as possible, dead set on not being caught. If you could just catch him by surprise, be the one who brings in The Riddler, you could secure your status as a vigilante to rival Batman, or seem worthy enough to work with him.

You wanted to impress him so badly, to feel like you were good enough to share a space with him, to do the kind of good work he did. Which is why you had gone after The Riddler yourself. A stupid mistake. Because from the moment he sensed that someone was paying attention to him, Edward Nashton had been starry-eyed and obsessed.

First, the greetings cards, then the romantic riddles left at the crime scenes. And now he was following you back. And while sure, that did come in handy when the person who is always there when you turn around is the one you’re trying to capture, it was still unnerving to have to be on edge. He was a determined, weird little guy, and despite your best efforts, you were cornered, lured into a trap of his making.

“Here, kitty, kitty.”

He was searching desperately for you, and you could hear the irritation in his voice. The patronising tone made your blood boil. He really thought this was a game. You wondered if it was possible that this was his plan. To aggravate you, get you emotionally wound up enough that you would be easy to take down. The months of horrendously creepy attempts at flirting made more sense in that context.

“I know you’re in here…Stop ignoring me! I can smell you in the air, that specific scent. What kind of vigilante makes sure to have a signature smell? One who is desperate to leave a trail for me to follow."

Having a bit of a temper tantrum, you could hear boxes being thrown around, crates getting kicked. A loud crash followed by a shriek and a moan. Sitting still, you resisted the urge to run and help. After all, this could have been part of the trap. A few feeble groans, a weak plea for help. You were supposed to be the hero, you couldn’t ignore a cry for help, regardless who it was from.

Stepping out from the hiding spot, you followed the sounds of shuffling to find him, The Riddler, pinned to the ground under a large wooden crate, his leg crushed under a piece of it.

“Ha! You are here!”

“Is now the time to gloat, Riddler?”

You lifted the crate, his eyes widening at your obvious strength, cheeks blushing as he smiled.

“My hero.”

There wasn’t a single note of sarcasm behind it. He really was obsessed.

“You got my note! You solved the riddle! You came here, to be mine. You’re so clever, much more clever than you look.”

“Is that supposed to woo me?”

“Well, I’m hardly going to spit out ridiculous sentiments like we’re in a romance novel. What do you want me to say? ‘You’re my whole world, my Goddess. You're more than divine, you’re celestial.’ That doesn’t fit my brand!”

“Is it how you feel though?”

“No! That’s silly. But…I do think you’re pretty. And you solved all my riddles. There’s a connection there somewhere, even if you can’t see it yet.”

“You can tell me all about it on the way to Arkham then.”

He got up willingly, giddy even, at the prospect of getting to be your passenger. So much so that your nerves were on edge as he clung to your arm, getting into the car and sitting patiently. Smiling at you as you drove. Eyes trailing down your body, fixated on your fingers when they gripped around the gear stick, licking his lips and inhaling sharply.

It wasn't pleasant, but at least he had come easily. In fact, it was suspiciously easy to capture him, and it couldn’t just be put down to his crush on you. Something was definitely wrong, and maybe the connection you shared with him was responsible for the warning signals shooting through your senses.

[evertidings]

— MARCH 20, 2022.

WHAT I DID.

i had a bit of trouble finding time for thing with my school work suddenly piling up, but i think i managed to do an acceptable amount. i’m still chipping away at the twine build but i assure you it’ll be out in april. that’s the goal and that’s what i’m going to focus on. 

in terms of chapter seven, there was a bit of a... hiccup. i entered a weird phase while writing chapter six where i was confused on what to write so scenes wouldn’t feel like filler or give out too much information or feel out of character—which is happening again. i always think that everything you write in a story needs some sort of purpose. it doesn’t have to be major, but it should at least do something to give depth to what you’re telling. with five ros, my solution to this tends to be making unique scenes for each. while this is time consuming, it also makes the story really customizable which is something i always strive for.

so after a bit of thinking, i scrapped the 600 words or so that i wrote last night and will start (either today or tomorrow) on the new scene i thought of. this branch on its own is something i thought of past the point of initial planning, so that’s why writing it is a little bumpier, but i think this new scene pairs well. 

in other news, i did jump ahead to write a bit of that forced proximity scene i posted about earlier this week. i’m not at the scene yet, but i couldn’t help myself. it’s just so fun.

GOALS FOR NEXT WEEK.

upload K’s scene from chapter five into twine

work on chapter seven

STATS.

241,361 words (+3.45k)

[yespolkadotkitty]

Wish You Were Here

So the absolutely amazingly talented @loverhymeswith said I could write the smutty phone sex cut scene from her fic Love on the Line from the Enough series.

I hope I've delivered, sweet friend! I adore your Holder.

Words: 600 ~ Pairing: Stephen Holder x female reader ~ Content: masturbation, swears

You hear the click of a door closing and the lock turning, then, Holder releases a breath. “Coast is clear, mama.”

There’s a clunk which is, you assume, him setting the phone down on the table.

“Did you get the room without the window?” you hiss.

“Did I -” he chuckles, low and deep, and the sound makes you miss him terribly. “Ain’t my first rodeo, baby.”

“Oh, so you have phone sex with all your colleagues, do you?”

“No! I mean - shit,” he mutters. “Baby-”

“I’m teasing.”

He huffs. “Warn a guy, would ya? Jesus.” You can hear the smile in his voice, though, as he adds, “Lucky for you, my hard on don’t scare easy.”

“Holder!”

“I got it bad for you, baby.”

You hear the rasp of a zip and then Holder’s soft grunt.

“Are you touching yourself?” you ask, softly.

“Hell, yeah. Rather you were touchin’ me, but gotta take what I can get right now.”

You hear him bite back a moan and it’s sexy as hell.

“You touchin’ yourself?” he asks, gruffly.

“Yes.”

He groans.

“I wish it was you,” you add. “My fingers aren’t long enough.”

“Fuck,” he grates out.

“Not tonight, unfortunately.”

He laughs wryly. “Miss you. Miss your voice. Your smell - shit, your hair smells good, always smells good. Sometimes if I’m on a late and you’ve gone to work already, I just put my face in your pillow.”

“Really?” Your fingers are good and wet now. You circle your clit, your breath coming in staccato pants.

“Yeah. Fuck, how do you not know how gone I am over you? Can’t get no peace when you’re gone, mamacita.”

Your heart clenches. You haven’t said the L word yet. You can’t imagine it coming out of Holder’s mouth, but one day you hope for it.

“I hate it when I’m apart from you, too,” you admit, quietly.

“You’re gonna be walking slow for a week when I’m done with you, baby,” Holder mutters. The sounds coming over the phone are obscene, and you lick your lips, imagining tasting all the pre-come running down his cock.

“Please,” you murmur. “I wish I was there. I’d be on my knees for you.”

“Shit,” he groans, breath coming faster now. “Shit, baby.” He wrings out your name in a voice strangled by need. “I’d give you everything. It’s all for you, anyway. Always has been, just my fool ass didn’t know it yet.”

“Stephen,” you moan, and you come like that, around three of your fingers, wishing it was him filling you up.

“Lemme hear you baby,” Holder encourages, panting your name. “Love it when you say my name just like that. Oh, fuck - hnnnngh.”

He’s reduced to unintelligible noises for a few seconds as he comes, hard, and you listen to his breaths and wish he was on top of you. You love his weight on you in the afterglow.

“I can’t wait to be back,” you say, when his breathing has slowed.

“Me, too, baby,” Holder enthuses, his voice soft, loving, even. “Me, too.”

[reefer-reelz-n-reviews]

The Sorcerer’s Apprentice (2010)

 

Smoking: Papa Smurf {I had attempted to rolls some jays for the movie but for some reason they wouldn’t stay sealed 😥}

 

Here is the little description from Disney+ “A modern-day sorcerer must make his seemingly average recruit into the ultimate apprentice.” I feel it sums it accurately. Now for my high mind to write this week’s entry 😊

We start off with a background on the 3 sorcerers that worked under Merlin, James A Stephens, and the evil Morgana, Alice Krige. We have Nicolas Cage playing Balthazar and Alfred Molina playing Horvath the dueling for good and evil. Then we get a glimpse a little more into the future of a young boy named Dave who is found out to be the Prime Merlinean.

Now we go 10 years later and adult Dave is played by Jay Baruchel. The voice of Hiccup in How to Train Your Dragon. I love the relationship Dave has with Bennet, played by Omar Benson Miller. Bennet wants to help him not be by himself and spend time with friends so he doesn’t get stuck in his science projects alone.

Nicolas Cage coming into save the day by turning wolves to puppies while riding a giant metal eagle. I mean can you talk about an entrance!

One of my favorite parts is coming up. The fight in China Town, and on top of that during a festival! We have the fight between Balthazar and Sun-Lok played by Gregory Woo. He has this really cool power where he turned one of the festival paper dragons into a real dragon and chase Dave around. I love how they use the confetti. Its just floating down gracefully, and then they use magic to manipulate it as well.

I’m watching the movie right now on Disney+, but I also have the DVD as well. In the special features they go into details about how they made the Merlin Circle because they didn’t want it to be put in but have it be real. Now I don’t remember a lot about what was said, okay okay, any of what was said ahahah, but I remember thinking it was interesting lol.

Watching Jay try to make a plasma bolt is hilarious! It’s like a whole training sequence where he is basically failing, and failing hilariously.

Now we have Horvath trying to get some more help by reaching out to Drake Stone, played by Toby Kebbell. He uses his sorcerer abilities to be a magician and make money by doing shows. Very good looking and killer accent 😍

There is a Star Wars reference in this movie. Thinking about it. I wonder if in some how Disney new that 2 years after this movie came out they would take the Star Wars franchise?

Then they is the wonderful scene where Dave leaves his lab to be cleaned by his magic. This scene was done with a lot of people in green outfits being different kinds of cleaning supplies. It is an ode to the scene in Fantasia where Mickey Mouse puts on Merlin’s hat and does the same thing with the brooms and mops. They did a REALLY good job putting it all together.

And I just got a 10min interruption by a cat. Calcifur apparently needed my attention for a little while lol.

Snack Break!

I got this way too huge slice of cake. Its soooo good and coconutty 🤤

Can’t believe I’ve gotten almost 600 words in and haven’t even mentioned Dave’s love interest Becky, played by Teresa Palmer. They have a very cute relationship that buds throughout the movie.

Now we get to the last battle. Morgana has been brought back through the 3rd sorcerer Veronica, played by Monica Bellucci. Morgana’s soul is connected to Veronica’s and she is trying to complete the ritual she was stopped from in the beginning of the movie.

We have Balthazar and Horvath battling each other while she is shooting fire balls up in the sky and no one in New York is paying any attention to it. Nor was I for the last 5 mins lol. I got distracted on my phone for a minute there.

Dave gets to battle Morgana in the end, and you know, stuff happens. Once again, trying not to ruin stuff here lol!

Hope you enjoyed this week’s review! Till next time ❤

 

-RRR

[anathemafiction]

You guys 😩 I don't want to go into boring details, but there was something in the game's code that was a problem for a long, long time. A problem I kept ignoring because the game was completely playable anyway - I mean, I did a beta with close to 45 people and not one reported a game-breaking bug. But to submit to Hosted Games I needed to sort this out.

But I kept pushing it back and pushing it back because there is always something else to do. But today I finally just... Sat down and dealt with it and 😭 it's fixed. It took me two and a half hours and a lot of anxiety but my game, as it stands, fits all the criteria for submission.

I just need to finish the edits!! Which are going so well! And my God, are they necessary. I've been finding so many little errors, it's incredible. From little things like double spaces, paragraphs sticking together, and forgotten quotation marks to errors that would hide lines of text and even one continuity error. There was a small set of choices completely hidden and one GIANT mistake where I set a condition as true in the wrong place - which would make some players' choices not count.

And, of course, just the writing in general. Since I posted the new demo I've shaved off about 600 unnecessary words from the game. Dialogues and descriptions are, in my humble opinion, so much smoother now. Sometimes, when you're writing different versions of the same scene, you forget that you've used an expression, or a particular body language, or even a scenery description in one of the versions and so when you move along, you can unintentionally get repetitive. But when you're reading everything in one go, is easy to catch these problems.

I also decided that the extended demo will go to the end of chapter 5 and the third Interlude - it's just a much better place to stop! The other place would be silly, I think.

I'm rambling at this point. I don't really know what the point of this post is, but I'm just SO relieved and happy now that the coding issue is solved. 😭 I'll make a proper progress report Friday. Until then, may you stay well, and fortune be with you. ♡

[tteokdoroki]

then they laughed | s.todoroki.

⇝ pairing: shoto todoroki x fem!reader.

⇝ word count: 1.7K

⇝ rating: suitable for everyone.

⇝ genre: fluff.

⇝ summary: you’d never been ashamed of your quote on quote ‘ugly’ laugh but you’re not quite sure what to make of it when your crush mistakes it for mild choking or the one in which shoto todoroki mistakes your laugh for choking in the middle of the school cafetria. 

⇝ warning(s): please read ! fluffy, angst if you squint,  clueless todoroki and mentions of choking ( non-sexual ).

⇝ author’s note(s): why hello there darlings, here’s a little drabble requested by @patricia-ceballos​, i thought this idea was super cute, i’m not sure how i feel about the ending but i had a lot of fun writing. oh and thank you so much for 600+ follows, i love you all. :( <3

⇝ masterlist | requests

you’d always thought that you had an ugly laugh.

it’s not that you were ashamed of it, never that, but you knew the twisted high pitch stream of giggles that passed your sweet unsuspecting lips could be kind of off putting to others. even so, that never put you off from laughing and joking about with your friends— if they truly cared for you, then having a slightly maniac-like laugh wouldn’t be a problem for them.

your classmates at U.A seemed to be those types of people. the good kind that you could trust wholeheartedly— the first time they’d heard you laugh, ochako had chuckled along with you, izuku had thought it was part of your quirk and bakugou had simply asked if you needed a ‘fucking throat lozenge?’  which only made you burst out into more streams of unintelligible giggles.

right now though, you try your best to stifle your giggles while you watch ochako and deku helplessly try to avoid admitting their feelings for one another over lunch. “what’s wrong deku? are you feeling sick?” the sweet brunette asks, almost impossibly close to the latter’s now beet red face. you can tell that he’s flustered by her proximity; the words he wants to say falling flat on his tongue.

ochako blinks for a second— as if to realise her mistake and quickly backs up, drowning in embarrassment and her silly crush on izuku midoriya. the girl stumbles back into iida, giving him only moments to process his now dropped food before he’s scolding them into next week— hands flying through the air while he barks out his complaints. trying not to laugh is becoming unbearably harder by the second, even asui is falling victim to the scene of comedy displayed right in front of your eyes and its not until you look up and meet the confused gaze of shoto todoroki that the dam finally breaks.

“what’s so funny?” the dual eyed boy says so blankly that even he is comical to you. you break out into fits of hysteria, slamming a hand over your mouth as your snorts launch their way across the table. shoto blinks, brows pinching in the centre of his forehead— is there a joke he’s missing? something he said?

the cluelessness of the half hot, half cold boy before you only sends you spiralling into more bursts of laughter— easing the embarrassment off of the two helpless flirters and effectively calming iida down while they join you in your chuckling session. “its...it’s just that—!” you can barely explain yourself, bold snickers punctuating each of your words as humoured tears begin to form in the corners of your dazzling eyes.

todoroki’s mood now shifts from bewildered to concerned, the short wheezes that pass from your pretty lips send shivers of worry down his spine. why is everyone laughing? can no one at the table see what’s happening? standing from his seat, the number one’s son brushes past tsuyu to get to your side— when he reaches you, your eyes sparkle with amusement despite the horrid sounds that leave you and a frown takes over his angekic face.

“don’t worry yn, i’ll help you.”

still trembling with a case of the giggles you have little time to process the dual haired boy’s words before he’s hoisting you from your seat, you think he’s trying to calm you down from the way his heated hand pats on your back ( five times to be exact ) but when his strong arms wrap around you— suddenly pumping your stomach, you realise.

todoroki is performing the heimlich manoeuvre on you.

shoto todoroki thinks your laughter is choking.

heat flushes to your cheeks as shoto moves to pump your stomach again, his broad chest pressed intimately against your back. the snickers from your friends at your lunch table stop— silence sweeping over them and you’re suddenly hyper aware of the stares you draw from other u.a students in the canteen. their judging eyes tear you down and crawl over you, leaving an uneasy feeling to settle in your bones but you’re too paralysed by embarrassment— too frozen to tell todoroki to stop.

you know he only means well, he didn’t know any better and he was only trying to help a friend in need but did he really mistake your laughter for choking? was it really that ugly?  

a fresh set of tears prickle in your eyes, this time however, they’re not laced with the happiness you gain from being around your friends. before shoto has another chance, you pull away from him slightly with a small whimper pours from your flustered form. “stop... todoroki, please— stop...”

the boy’s hold on you loosens, he recognises the broken tone laced with your usually jubilant voice which gives you enough room to make a dash for it. blinking, todoroki turns to his group of friends, confused  as escape the cafeteria and wolfish stares from your fellow students.

“s-she wasn’t choking, todoroki— she was laughing with us.” izuku explains carefully, fidgeting underneath his classmates strict gaze. the shorter feels almost bad for shoto, knowing he’s probably kicking himself for upsetting you even as you flee.

but his worries are soon eased as todoroki races after you.

launching yourself down the corridor, you use the sleeve of your grey blazer to run away the remaining tears that sting at your eyes. students from across all years watch you go by with looks of either annoyance or concern, but you move to quickly to care— throwing yourself into an empty hall and sinking to your knees. the heat of embarrassment blistering underneath the skin of your cheeks doesn’t ease up as you desperately paw at them, frustration intertwining with the air in your lungs… because, because it had been years since you last felt ashamed of your unconventional laughter, because you thought that enough time had gone by for you to no longer feel insecure about it.

you had good friends here at u.a, ones that didn’t judge you for your unusual habit but the scene yourself and todoroki had created back in the canteen only brought on bad memories reminding you of all of your insecurities from the past.  

sighing heavily; you brace yourself to return to lunch with your friends, tripping over flimsy excuses in your mind for your sudden disappearence when a pair of well polished, brown school shoes come into view from over the tops of your knees.

“there you are, ln.” shoto’s voice is warm while he speaks to you, you’d always thought that. its deep like melted chocolate ready to be tempered and somewhat soothes your nervously thumping heart. you can’t bring yourself to look at him, knowing that there’s probably a pink tint to your eyes from where you’ve been crying but the boy with the two-toned hair persists, still wanting your attention. “the others…the others and i, were worried about you.”

you shake your head, fixing your gaze on a lose thread on the hem of your skirt that sits above your knees. “ah!, todoroki! you shouldn’t worry about me…just head back to the cafeteria before your cold soba gets… well, colder!” a frown pinches at the corner of your lips, settling heavily on your face. you don’t even find yourself convincing but hope todoroki believes your hopeless words anyways. “i’ll be with you guys in just a moment.”

but to your dismay, the youngest son of endeavour slides his back down the wall to sit next to you instead.  “did i hurt you?” he mumbles awkwardly. todoroki itches to reach out and comfort you— it seems like something you would do for him but he’s never been good with situations like these.

“no! no shoto,” this makes you look up, catching the light in the cyan of his eyes. the pair of you blush, flicking your gazes away from one another. “i’m fine!”

“were you crying?”

“certainly not!”

“but your face—“

“shut up!”

“not until you tell me why you ran.” god, was he persistent. blunt and straight to the point, was shoto todoroki.

suddenly your feet become more interesting that the boy beside you, a silence sweeping over you both. “because,” you pause, trying to taste the words on the tip of your tongue before you say them. “i was embarrassed! the whole cafeteria heard my ugly laugh and thought i was—“

“choking,” todoroki finishes for you, finally finding the courage to rest an icy hand on your shoulder. “i’m sorry yn, i didn’t mean to make you feel embarrassed about your laugh,” sorrow litters the tail end of the half hot, half cold boy’s words— making them sit heavily in the air. “midoriya explained to me, i really didn’t mean to make you feel that way, i was just worried about you.”

you soften up, finally meeting his gaze once more and sniffle a little— chest warming at his concern for you. “shoto, it’s okay...” you’re quiet in your response, leaning into his cold touch but the dual eyed boy only shakes his head.

todoroki turns to face you fully, shrinking the space between you. he’s so close that you can see the flecks of grey in each of his eyes and feel the warmth from his breath fanning across your cheeks. “even if i can be...socially unaware sometimes, i still don’t want to hurt your feelings. they’re important to me,” he tilts his head, offering you a small smile enough to make a million hearts melt. “and for what it’s worth, i think your laugh is quite cute. not ugly.”

you blink, wondering if you heard him correctly and press a hand to your cheeks that now hear you’ll, as if you’ll be able to cool them down. “y-you think my laugh is cute?”

“yes, and i’d love to hear more of it over dinner sometime.”

his face is as serious as ever while he speaks, but the shine to his eyes tells you a different story as todoroki offers you a hand to stand up. “was that a pick up line, shoto?” you ask, barely being able to keep it together as little shots of laughter litter themselves through your sentences.

“i’m not sure...what’s a pick up line again?” you burst into joyful tears, obnoxious laughter filling the corridors as the boy on your arm guides you to your next class. you care little for the stares that your ugly laugh attracts, just happy that it puts a little smile on shoto todoroki’s face.

[oumaheroes]

France chuckled, ‘What a jolly little way of saying it. You make it sound so gentle.’

‘It can be! You’re just hideously bad at dying with any form of dignity. Being shot in your own government building? Really…’

‘Oh!’ France sat up straighter, ‘You wish us to discuss death without dignity? Might I remind you which one of us tripped and fell down some stairs and broke his neck whilst blind drunk?’

‘Which of us,’ England ground out, leaning forward, ‘shot himself with the wrong end of a hand cannon?’

France coloured, ‘It was my first time seeing one! They made the triggers far too sensitive and I didn’t know it was loaded!’

England’s mouth curled into a sly grin, ‘Of course. That’s what you’ve been saying for the last 600 years. I distinctly remember, however, overhearing someone very firmly telling you not to hold it as you were, and you said-‘

‘Says the one-‘ France spoke over him loudly, ‘who died from food poisoning from his own cooking.’

‘It was rancid.’ England hissed, leaning almost to the centre of the table.

‘Then why did you eat it.’

🤌🏼🤌🏼 i love this whole scene right here

I have a question, i am a huge Punk!England fan, i adore it, and his Pirate era, my question, in your story (Reset) do you think these are Two lives that England got to live during his resets, if so how would you imagine the other Nations made him remember he was England, is it always France?

Ahh, i just loved the whole bittersweetness of. I'll read it properly later when i have time since i had to pause several times and lost my spot each time

Your writing truly is a gift, and I'm so glad you shared your story with us 😭 thank you for all the time you put into it my dearest

Haha, that's one of my favourite scenes too! It's definitely one of my favourite arguments I've written for them

I'm glad you're enjoying Reset! It's a big chunky boi and still needs a good edit and clean up, but my son is trying his best. As for your questions:

England hasn't Reset for a few centuries, so didn't get the chance to fully live his punk life. He probably had a phase as a teenager in his most recent mortal adventure but it would have only been an imitation of the true, real movement. Probably dyed his hair all sorts of stupid colours and most likely joined a band and a protest march or six in uni but that's as far as it went

As for a pirate, I think he missed out entirely on that one. The Age of Sail was one of England's maritime highlights, as was Elizabethan age- England was a privateer but England was, not a pale human version of him.

England the nation was also in all sorts of political chaos around this time (the ages piracy was A Thing) but life for the everyday man didn't change much. The day to day continued mostly unchanged from Elizabeth until the English Civil War (generally, anyway. No massive royal dynasty changes or religious shifts). Their nation was more use to them as himself, dipping his toes and then his entire body into life at sea and expanding his borders, so although he died a hell of a lot during this time England the person didn't Reset at all

As for the Reset thing that England has going on with his case: yes, it's just France. Something that developed naturally when they were very very young and persists between them, despite whatever war or personal mess they have going on at the time.

England's brothers know most of what goes on (before the story of Reset takes place, at least) but they don't get involved. They all missed England's first Reset and so missed the chance to get involved- England as a person is too guarded and stubborn to ask for their help or seek them out for what he perceives as his most vulnerable, and Resets themselves are personal, potentially dangerous things

To be human is to be weak and malleable, and this isn't information any of them would usually share

Thank you so much for your lovely kind words 😭❤❤❤

[thetriggeredhappy]

I’ve got a pretty hard time writing long fics. What’s your best advice since you’ve written quite a few. Thank you! :3

i’ve found that after a while i’ve gotten a better sense of how long fics are gonna be because after having written so many kinds of scenes and plots i’ve figured out what framework we’d be looking at for them. for me it mainly comes down to figuring out how many conversations and internal monologues there are from start to finish and dividing it up.

like, let’s take a shorter one, like Death Swap. in my head, that fic is three ‘scenes’, two internal monologues and one talk. the shorter monologue from spy as the establishing shot, the two of them talking, then a point of view shift to follow scout for his longer monologue. three scenes total is pretty short for a story, but a really good length for a chapter. figuring out those more bite-sized pieces can be pretty important—like, where does this section end?

i try my damndest to avoid chapters longer than maybe 8000 words, because that’s far too many, and chapters shorter than maybe 600 words because that’s just one really short scene, unless it’s the opening, establishing chapter. that said, if the whole fic in total is gonna be at most around 10k words, then i might not bother breaking it into chapters at all, because then it feels too short, y’know? one other thing i tend to do is just take the scenes i have in mind and go “how did this happen” or “what happens next”—those do half your legwork for you.

i also try and get a grasp on things like the in-between scenes in way more longform stuff. like, if i’m making a longer fic, instead of hitting them right into the middle of the conversation, i’d start before the second character even walked in, setting the stage beforehand and showing the character a few moments after the other one leaves, maybe even having an internal dialogue for a few minutes after the conversation ends to go back over the more important points. with long fics you can really meander and get sidetracked and have characters mess around more. that’s one of the perks of a long fic—so much more time to establish how everyone is feeling and what they want.

it’s also important to remember, you aren’t, like, stretching an essay out to meet the word count, don’t just drag the scene for the sake of a longer fic—write a story with a plot that deserves to take its time rather than forcing a quick one to take longer than it has to. you write the fic as 20k words instead of 500 because you want to establish a calm before the storm, to get the reader into the mindset you need them to be in for where you’re going with things, to shape the world just right around the central focus before you show it to them because that context is important, y’know?

on a less poetic train of thought, it helps to portion out your work for yourself. you can just write your scenes one after another and figure out later to pick up the first few and clump them together and post them as the first chapter. you don’t need to be done with the next by the time you post the first—i never was—but it does help to have a general idea of where you’re going with things. a chapter or two in advance, at least. the gratification from posting and considering some part “done” would usually help spur me on a little bit when writing more.

hope some part of that answered your question, i might’ve gotten off track a little, but that’s fine. longform was the question anyways

[birdsaesthetic]

A Hell of a Day

Summary: Kurt is accused of being an abusive jackass to Jane? (I’m sorry but I had to write this one.) On fanfaction.

Jane was right behind Kurt as they chased the fleeing suspect, but with an unmatched urgency Jane caught up to the woman first, who managed to get in one good swipe with her knife before Kurt knocked it out of her hand reach. The suspect put up a fight with the two then, actually landing a punch right to Jane's left eye and knocking Kurt across the room before Jane finally pinned her to the ground and paralyzed her movements to end the fight there.

Some time later, after the suspect was handcuffed then taken to custody, Jane could still feel the sting of that woman's fierce punch to her eye, and the burning sensation there, and knew she was probably already developing what would be a quite impressive black eye. Goddamnit.

In the ambulance vehicle Kurt went, and found Jane sitting with an ice bag being pressed against the left side of her face. "Sorry for that," he murmured as he tucked the mess of her hair behind her ears.

She looked up at him with her non-swollen eye and put up a small, forced smile. "I'm okay. It barely hurts, I promise."

The tips of his fingers had trailed down her neck by now, and he said, "That's because of the 600 milligram tablet of Brufen they had you swallow."

"Well, then that's good!" She drew a deep breath and lifted her free hand atop his own. "Our date still stands, huh? We're still going to have that dinner at the French restaurant, right?"

"No. Another time," he sighed, and his heart felt as though being physically stung at saying that.

"Kurt…but we made a reservation this time!"

His blue eyes bore into hers, full of pity and fear and exhaustion, and love—always love. "Doesn't matter. Your injury is no joke. We're going home so you can rest."

"I said I'm okay! And I'm starving."

"I'll make you something to eat at home," he promised, his thumb brushing against the tender skin of her neck.

She put the ice bag aside, lowered her head, and blinked several times to lose the burning sensation and get the tears under control. After a moment she surfaced, a frown clung to her face. "You know, we've been saying 'another time' for the past two weeks."

"I know, Janie… We've been unfortunate. I'm sorry. But the headache will be tenfold worse if you don't rest. So, just let me help you out of here and take us home."

She said nothing when he secured a protective arm around her back and walked her the paces to their car then helped her get comfortable in the passenger seat. The first half of the drive home went quiet, save for the hisses Jane occasionally let out, at which Kurt's heart sank. In the second half, she was feeling completely numb, all over her body, and might as well have fallen unconscious if the bag of ice she'd been holding to her swollen eye hadn't agitated her when it started leaking drops of iced water all over her neck, chest, and jeans.

"I think that…I need another ice bag. This one is leaking," she said between gritted teeth, and Kurt immediately nodded, offered some reassurance by patting her on the upper thigh. "Alright. Alright. I'll get you that. Right now. Hold on."

He made a stop at the nearest drugstore, though before he hopped out of the car, he asked Jane, "Need anything else besides that?"

"No. No. Just that."

Only when she heard the door being slammed by Kurt did she let out a loud groan she'd be holding back, and threw the broken ice bag to the dashboard. The pain was getting worse by every passing second; it was the kind of pain that time seemed to stop. She steeled herself for a minute, two, three, and then thought, how am I supposed to keep up with this pain for the rest of this damn day? God. If she was to survive it, she'd need numerous ice bags to cover her whole face with them, and a package or two of Brufen—which she should've told Kurt to bring with him, but… She released another loud groan, and the urgency she felt afterward made her get out of the car and into the store Kurt was at to get everything she needed herself.

There, she stumbled across Kurt about to grip what seemed like a package of painkillers? And were these two or three bags of ice in his other hand? She couldn't quite tell, and so she went straight to him.

"Worraya doin' here? You okay, Jane?" he blurted, leaving whatever he was about to grip and gripping her arm instead. Oh, love. There were also bruises already forming right below the purple skin of her swollen eye.

"Did you need anything else?"

"Yeah. Just a… Some more Brufen, please, and lots of ice bags. Lots of them." She fumbled in her words, and Kurt regripped her even harder by the arm his knuckles turned white only so he could keep her still—because by now she was shaking, her eyes fluttering.

"K. K. I've got that for you. Now go back to the car. Can you go there by yourself?"

She nodded, and as he loosened his grip around her arm, Kurt noticed that there was a woman glaring at him so intensely with an apoplectic, contorted face. Though once he glared back, she pretended she was busy and walked the same way Jane had just passed by: to the gate.

Weller had never been this fast as he gripped the nearest two packages of Brufen, dealt with the cashier in three seconds, and jogged to the gate, where he saw the same damn woman speaking to Jane face-to-face.

"Ma'am, stay away from my wife!" Kurt shouted, willing himself for an ambush or something even worse at the scene before him, as common and mundane as it was. He stopped between Jane and the woman, who jerked back.

"What the hell do you want?" he said in a voice that spoke volumes about how heated he was.

"Kurt…," Jane tried to say.

"You're an asshole. A piece of garbage. I hope you die right here and now," the woman snapped at Kurt, and then pointed an index finger at Jane, who was shaken and in a total agony and could barely hold herself together, and said, "And you…you don't deserve this! I've been in your place once. I've been just like you. But thank God I got away, and you can, too." The woman was seconds away from bursting into tears. But then she hastened on her way without a glimpse back at them then was no longer seen.

"What the hell was that?" Jane asked with a puzzled look. He looked down at her and raised his brows in exhaustion. "Let's just get in the car."

Once back in the car and out of the parking lot, Jane blurted, "What just happened back there, Kurt?"

His eyes on the road, Kurt mumbled, "Well, that woman thought that I'm a jackass and abusive to you."

"What?" Her eyes widened. "That didn't even cross my mind!"

"Well…"

She took a new ice bag and pressed it against her swollen eye, then stared at Kurt with her fine eye for a full minute as he drove. "You're upset now?"

"I'm."

"Kurt, since when do we care what people think of us?"

"Since they start seeing me as that type of man. I never want to be seen as that type of man."

"We know the truth, Kurt. And so does everyone we care about. You are not that type of man. Are you hearing me?"

He only nodded.

"Everyone who knows you knows what kind of man you really are. And that's what matters. You're a good man, Kurt. A great husband. An incredible father."

"Thanks, love."

"I'm just saying facts here!" She tried a smile when she saw his faint smile. "And that woman, she was absurd."

"I feel deeply sorry for her. She must've really been traumatized by an abuser before. Hence why she seemed impulsive and hateful of me when she saw your injury, and couldn't interpret our case other than the way she did."

"If that's the case, then I'm deeply sorry for her too. And I'm sure, if she'd known what happened behind this black eye, how we literally saved Manhattan from blowing up today, and had to postpone our 'special date' because of all that, she'd would've been so, so sorry for us, too…"

Kurt sniggered then, and Jane fought between laughing and groaning.

"It's not like I wanted to postpone our special date earlier today, you know. We're still going. But not until you get better."

"Yeah, I know. And, I'll admit, my headache is getting the best of me at this point…"

"It'll get better, Janie."

"It better get better…"

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