#lol anyways they finally got back to me today after months and put back the 'everyone' community label on the fic

[pandoa]

after three dreadful and excruciating months of waiting...

justice has been served. thank you.

[evadingreallife]

Me: owwwwie my foot hurtsssss

The physiotherapist: ok now move it dumbass

[dreamofbetterthings]

Finally Home Wolverine x mutant! Reader

Prompt: “I’ve spent forever thinking about what I’d say to you when I saw you again. Now that you’re here in front of me, I can’t seem to find the words.”

VIP: Logan Howlett aka Wolverine (Played by Hugh Jackman)

Universe: X-Men (Originally Fox), Marvel

Summary: Wade was a man of his word, and managed to get Logan back to his universe, right into the arms of someone he hasn't seen in ten years.

Warnings: This is a different ending from Deadpool and Wolverine. Minor spoilers for the plot. Reader is basically a modern-day avatar (The last air bender universe, not the Jake Sully blue folks lol) since all the good powers are already taken haha. Also, The Last Stand doesn't exist in this universe because I refuse to acknowledge the pain I had watching that movie.

A/N

Holy cow I took my boyfriend to see Deadpool and Wolverine, and we loved it! Originally, there were a couple of stories for these two individually that I had in my WIPS, but I just needed to get a couple of stories out while the movie was still fresh in my mind. The ending might be a little out of character for Wade and Logan, but I had no idea how to end it, so it is what it is. Once again, minor spoilers ahead for the film. I'll have another one out soon for you all.

Enjoy!

Logan was never one to be straightforward with his emotions. Nobody knew what he was thinking, or how he felt about anything. The only thing he managed to convey was anger and rage. Not now though. The party at Wade's apartment was in full swing, and everybody was having a good time knowing their existence wasn't on the verge of collapsing.

Almost everyone, anyway.

Logan sat on the couch and watched Wade interact with his friends, his newfound family, and that damn dog. He watched as they all smiled and joked with each other, passing food and drinks about. It was a domestic life that he hadn't quite learned to adapt. He almost did though, with you. Logan pulls a photo out of his jeans and a melancholy look spreads across his face as he looks at it.

"That's not fair, you can teleport!" Brushing what was left of the water balloon off your clothes, Kurt shrugs his shoulders. "You'll just have to be faster and catch me!" You quickly aim before he disappears again, leaving you without a target.

It was a sunny day, thanks to Storm, and Charles decided to give the students a break. With so much going on in the last few months, everyone was exhausted. He thought it would be a good idea to set up a pool and let everyone relax. Most of them were just kids after all, and they were pushed so much harder than they needed to be for the sake of a world that won't always accept them. They yearned for a day to be themselves, to be kids, and today, was that day.

Everybody was outside either in or by the pool. Students were chasing each other with water balloons and water guns. Others were taking turns jumping into the pool, or playing water polo, or volleyball. There was a barbeque off to the side when the kids got hungry, and of course, alcohol for the adults. The sun was out, and it gave a warm contrast to the nippy water of the pool. The X-Men team, the adults anyway, were sitting in lounge chairs or standing around, making sure the kids were being careful and not hurting themselves. Storm was even walking around and taking pictures of everyone having fun, mentioning she wanted to get them developed and put in a scrapbook. A memento of when life was easier and calm.

Then there was Logan. Off to the side drinking a beer, watching everyone have a good time. He wasn't much for the domestic life, as he didn't make a habit of getting close to people. But, these were his people, and he was thankful to find a community that accepted him as he was, even if he would never say it out loud. He watched all the kids run around, but his eyes always found their way back to you. You looked happy and relaxed, even when chasing Bobby or Colossus around with water in your hands. This was a huge contrast from how you looked during the missions you went on. It was a good look for you.

Logan was pulled from his thoughts when a sudden burst of cold hit his chest. Looking down, he noticed his once-dry black shirt was sticking to his body, water dripping from it. All the kids gasped and stopped their movements. Charles looked at his friend, a slightly amused look on his face. He looked around, trying to figure out who had just signed their death wish before his eyes once again landed on you. Standing next to the pool, you looked around, pretending like you didn't just water bend to hit him from across the yard. Logan did something that confused everyone. He simply grunted, wiping off his shirt before taking another drink of his beer. Everyone relaxed and continued to have fun, although slightly surprised at the lack of reaction from the stoic man.

You had stopped the antics and started talking with Scott, asking him how things had been with him and Jean. The last mission put a bit of a strain on their relationship. Your back was to Logan, so you didn't see when he put down his beer and started to creep up towards you. Scott noticed when he finally made his way behind you but decided not to say anything. After finishing his sentence, Scott quickly excused himself and stepped away. That was when Logan decided to grab you from behind.

You screamed from suddenly getting picked up and tried to reason with the man as he walked towards the pool. "Logan, come on, let's talk about this for a second. You don't have to do this. I'm sorry, please just put me down!" Unfortunately, your pleas fell on deaf ears, and the others sat there laughing as Logan hurled you into the pool. The kids all yelled in excitement. They'd been trying to get you in the water for hours. Had they known it was that easy, they would've splashed Logan themselves earlier. When you finally came up for air, everybody was laughing, and you even heard a couple of shutter clicks from Storm's camera.

Logan just stood there with an amused smirk on his face. You fake pouted before he came over to the edge of the pool with his hand out. "You shouldn't have splashed me." With a huff, you go over to meet him at the edge. "You don't sound too sorry about it." He pulled his hand away and shrugged his shoulders. "Alright, I won't help you out." "Okay, okay. I accept your apology. Would you be so kind as to help me out of the pool?" He reached his hand back out, and you happily took it, only to shock him by pulling the man with all your strength into the pool with you. This got everyone laughing. Scott laughed so hard he fell to his knees. Logan finally came up for air, his poor shirt clinging to his body for dear life, and wrapped his arms around you to keep you from getting out.

He was smiling.

He didn't smile often, and it always warmed your heart to see those pearly whites. Storm ran up and managed to get a couple of photos of the two of you before running off again. "I think that makes us even." You shake your head. "Not even close, however, I don't want the entire school to think you aren't the brooding mysterious man that you waltz around as.” Leaning close to his ear you whisper so the kids can't hear. "So, if you want, you can make it up to me tonight." Logan stays frozen in place, his eyes following you out of the pool to look for a towel.

Storm had the photos developed later that night and slipped a couple under Logan's door with a note. "Don't worry, I didn't put these in the scrapbook. I think the fourth will be your favorite." - Storm

Logan's eyes welled with tears as he held the photo. She was right, the fourth photo was his favorite one. The two of you were soaking wet in the pool with your arms around each other, smiling towards the camera. The picture got crumpled over time, always in his pocket or folded out of reach, but he kept it.

He missed you.

Dear god, he missed you.

Your body was never found when the mansion was raided. He always assumed you were taken and experimented on. He would've rather you be killed instead of kept alive and tortured for who knows how long. After looking for you for what felt like forever, he finally gave up, assuming you were dead. The crumpled-up picture was the only thing he had to remember your smile, your laugh, you.

Logan blinked the tears away when Wade approached. "Hey there peanut. You got a second?" A grunt left Logan's lips. "What do you want?" The self-proclaimed marvel Jesus took his hand and pulled him towards the door. "I got a surprise for you, I think you'll like it. Don't worry about the party, we'll be quick." As the two men walk out the door, Wade pulls a TempPad out of his pocket, and Logan starts to protest. "I'm not about to do more universe jumping with you. Once was enough." Wade nods. "I understand, but I think you might change your mind once you find out where we're going." Before Logan can say anything else, he is pulled through a portal into a hallway that looks like a carbon copy of the one he was previously in. "I swear if I have to listen to another one of you assholes I'm going to kill you both." Wade shrugs the comment off. "It's not another me." He gets serious for a moment.

"I know I lied to you about being able to fix your universe, and I'm sorry. However, I did jump around and find someone that you've been missing for ten years." Wade knocks on the door and then steps back. It opens a few seconds later.

"Logan?"

You stood there, shock and disbelief on your face. Without a second thought, both your feet move until you collapse in each other's arms. A sigh of relief leaves the broken man's mouth as the war in his mind begins to subside. "It's me bub. It's me." Tears spill down your face as you hug the man who you haven't seen in years. The two of you finally pull away, and Logan turns to Wade. "How did you do this? I thought they were dead." The merc shakes his head no. "Took a while to track them down. I almost thought they were dead, luckily I was wrong."

A portal appears behind Wade as he reaches out to hand Logan the TempPad. "I couldn't fix your past, but I at least wanted to give you a familiar future. Don't expect you to, but come visit anytime. My door is always open. We'll miss having you around." Logan took the device from Wade's hands. He starts to walk through the portal before Logan calls him. Turning around, Wade sees tears in the older man's eyes. "Thank you." He nods, before walking through the portal, and everyone in his apartment smiles and waves goodbye, before it closes.

Logan puts the device in his pocket, before looking at his lost love. He reaches his hand out and touches your face, afraid that this is some sick illusion and you'll be ripped away from him. “I’ve spent forever thinking about what I’d say to you when I saw you again. Now that you’re here in front of me, I can’t seem to find the words.” You smile and take his hand in yours. "Well, luckily for us, we have the rest of our lives for you to figure it out." You begin to walk back into your apartment, Logan's hand in yours. He thought about visiting Wade again when the time was right, but right now, he had a life with you to catch up on.

He was finally home.

[hwathinker]

"no one's going to look at that dress on you except me."

pairings ; idol!boyfriend!seonghwa x non idol!fem!reader warnings ; just pure smut (mdni lol), yes i have a thing for fingering and licking </3 wn ; i've been very lazy lately but i felt like writing something haha (just want hwa's cock fr) lmk if there are any errors thanks

its your dinner night with your co-workers today, now you're unpacking your things out on the floor one by one. seonghwa had a day off from work after their world tour as they're already finished. he booked a room in the hotel you're going to have dinner at, but instead of booking for one person, he got a bigger room as he's going to accompany you along. honestly the best idea to let him be with you. really.

you and seonghwa went to the mall after you've checked in and already had your stuff in your hotel room. now, hunting for foods to stay in the night. "baby, are you sure you're going to the dinner night? i got a bad feeling about it.." seonghwa said. he didn't want you to go simply because he don't want anyone to look at you with the dress he got you on your birthday. you looked at him, smiling and confused at the same time. "why wouldn't i? its my first dinner night as a co-worker. of course i'd go." you grabbed three to four packs of chips, along with some instant noodles and put it in the basket seonghwa was holding.

"i know but... ahh you know baby?! Sometimes it's quite best to listen to your boyfriend! I mean.." he stuttered, not wanting to let you know about his jealousy over the dress. You didn't bother to say something, bringing him to the counter and pay for everything. After you both had shopped for foods, you head back to your hotel room. To get some rest before going to have fun tonight.

you plopped down on your shared king sized bed leaving the foods unpacked from its plastic bags. seonghwa was still at the front door, taking off his shoes before joining you. he moved closer, grabbing you by the waist. "baby, please? i don't want you to go." he pouts. you caressed his cheeks as you smiled. "its just for about.. until midnight. just like how we're away when you're busy with your schedules." you said, pinching his nose as he smiles. "fine. i'll let you. lets take a nap, shall we? wouldn't wanna let my baby gets tired before her best night." seonghwa said. little did he know, he won't let you go tonight anyway.

8:25pm

strawberry perfume filling the room, with your heat curled hair just on the right length. the red satin dress that seonghwa had bought for your anniversary months ago, hugs your body so well, with a little cut to your knees. everything goes so well along with your perfect makeup you had practiced for tonight. also, your black purse making you look elegant. seonghwa was in bed, already in his favorite black pajamas. behind being busy with his phone, he was too nervous to look at you. "hwa, do i look good?" you said, turning back from the mirror for him to look at you clearer. seonghwa cleared his throat, eyebrow furrowed but his eyes didn't shift a little to even glance at you. "uh.. yeah... it looks very pretty, baby." he said. the reaction he had doesn't excite you that much. you walked towards him, putting your purse down on the bed. hovering over him sweating a little by little. you took his phone away, throwing it somewhere only god knows.

seonghwa, once again cleared his throat. folding his hands over his chest as he looks away except you. you quickly grab his face by his chin, eyes locked to his big ones. seonghwa finally giving in, making an eye contact with you, slowly going down to your dress. scanning your whole profile, he felt himself growing erection. you backed off, giving him more view of your whole look. seonghwa was in awe, sitting up as he's still looking at you up and down, slowly. "so? any comments now?" you said, feeling impatient for his answers. seonghwa simply got up, basically hovering over your still small body even wearing the high heels. he held you by your waist, pulling you closer to him . caressing your hair, gently grabbing some to admire. you smiled, throwing your arms over his shoulder, approving his silent compliments. "oh baby, i bet everyone will love this look of yours." he said, cupping your cheek as he kisses you passionately. his other hand, going down to your ass, gently squishing them.

you melted into the kiss, slowly forgetting about the dinner you're going to have for about an hour. seonghwa pulled you closer, slowly walking backwards to the bed. as you both pulled away from your kiss, he's finally sat on the bed, with you hovering over him. hands on his shoulders, your left leg placed beside his, as his hands are still glued on your body. you looked at the clock on the wall, 8:49pm. "shit, its getting late. i have to go now-" you were about to let go but seonghwa had his arms around you as soon as you noticed. you looked down at him, his eyes were.. full of lust. his tongue pressed on the inside if his cheek. "baby i have to-" "no one's going to look at that dress on you except me." you were once got cut off again by him. looking at him ever so confusingly, you laughed it off. "so.. you begged me not to go because of this dress i had from you?" you said, placing your hands on his shoulder once again.

"i don't think i allow my princess to go around so sexy like this. this look on you.." he hissed, furrowing his eyebrows together as he looks at your curves along with his hands tracing them. "its only for me. for my eyes only, baby." he leaned down, bringing you along as you're now hovering over him again. "do you know how much i've been imagining you with this dress on but you never put it on back then.. i'd love to hear my name moaned out by your sweet voice.. in this dress." he said again. his eyes still admiring your body non stop. you smirked at him, rolling down next to him, signaling him to go on top of you.

"obedient... and controlling much? love, you have no idea how hot you are." he said, grabbing the both of your hands and holding them with one hand over your head. "you love it hm? love it when i use this kind of clothing so that you would have an excuse to fuck me out with your aching dick?" you teased, wiggling your feet to let go of your heels and place them around seonghwa's waist. "you're one to talk." seonghwa kissed you, not rough, but also not so gentle. just the way you love it. he leans closer to you, resting his body on yours as his other hands rests on your neck. you felt his crotch pressed against your wet core, so you tried to thrust upwards to meet his aching dick once again. he noticed that, stopping every movements as he backed off an inch away to look into your eyes. "i thought you were more into the dinner more than me." he said, getting up from you. he flipped you around and took off his pants. you looked back, noticing a patched on his boxer. you smirked in his current state. seonghwa gently press on his erection, eyes only locked on you. "you see this..? this is your fault, babygirl." reaching to your back, he unzips your dress.

exposing your back, naked without a bra. (shh.. you used a sticky(?) bra thing on ur tits ;D) seonghwa licked his bottom lips, caressing your waist as he slid the dress down till it fell on the floor. "baby.. where is your bra hm? really was expecting this moment don't you?" he said, now ripping off your laced black panties. you whined at his hands roaming around your body, basically tickling you in a hot way. "please.. stop." you begged, not wanting to be in the teasing session anymore. seonghwa leaned to you, holding your face up by your chin making you look at him. "please what..?" he licked your earlobe, pecking on it all the way to your shoulder. "p-please.. just fuck me already..!" you whined, feeling his soft lips going down to your wet core.

seonghwa finally reached your heated cunt, looking at every curves as possible. "i need you to turn around for me baby." he said, tapping your thighs twice. you obeyed, rolling to your back as you sigh in relaxation. seonghwa put your legs up, locking them down on the mattress with his arms to get a clear view on your leaking core. seonghwa breathed to your pussy, knowing you would feel it. "baby, you're already so wet now? you are so.. so naughty." he licked your folds, wanting to hear the pretty voice of yours. after giving them kitten licks, he went looking at your cunt again. this time, you're constantly twitching as you wanted more of his tongue. he loved the way you just breath so hard without your words, but your cunt says everything you need just by twitching so much.

seonghwa caress the outside of your folds before inserting one finger in, eyes focusing on your reaction to it. he loves.. like really loves you making those faces while you hold in your moans. "louder love, don't hold them in if you love it." he said, increasing the pace of his finger. "a-ah, mm.. hwa.. please.." you moaned out. seonghwa slowed down once more, "please what hmm..?" sucking on your clit and flatten his tongue on them. your mind was spinning at how good he's making you feel. "just... let me cum.." you quietly said, stopping seonghwa's hand from moving again. instead, his tongue was teasing your clit. "please.. hwa, i just want to cum on your face.. your dick.." you breathily begged. he kissed your inner thigh as approval, inserting another finger inside you as he pump them faster. along with his tongue licking your pussy so good. you rolled your eyes back, pleasure waving over. your thigh was shaking, winning over his arms that was holding them back as you squished his face with your thigh.

when you were close, he pulled out his finger as he gets up. he licks them until they're clean, it made you shiver. "oh baby, need you to cum all over me now." seonghwa went back to his position, this time he's licking your cunt until you cum. his tongue works so perfectly inside you, rolling them smoothly and hitting the right spot. "yes.. more.. ah, i'm gonna-" as soon as you were going to finish your sentence, you moaned out in pleasure as you came onto his tongue. seonghwa cleaned your release so well, not missing any drop behind.

after he licked them clean, he gave your puffy cunt a peck before getting up to get off his boxer. his dick springs out, almost touching your lower stomach. "don't think i am done yet with you. that was only a warmup. well, for me."

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haa omgg shai posted another seonghwa smut omg ! bro yall have no idea how HORNY i am over the recent concert like... seonghwa be fucking the thin air and i'm here with my aching pussy like... GOD just fuck me already

[pathetichimbos]

hiiiii

was wondering if you’d like 2 do a quick “where is she” type hurt&comfort prompt with thomas and/or bo!! maybe some victim vs slasher action thatd be funn

Includes: Thomas Hewitt / F!Reader

SFW

TW: Hurt / Comfort / Reader is kidnapped under false pretenses of being 'saved' / Their slasher bf does Not Like That / Canon Typical Violence

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Hi! Thank you for sending in this ask and I hope you're doing very well.

This... Did not turn out to be a quick drabble, haha. I, as usual, got carried away. When I checked the page count I was at 12 pages and had only written Thomas' part, so there's that. I don't want to overload in one post, or keep you waiting any longer, and I'm currently struggling to write Bo's part at the moment, so I'm going to post Tommy's part for now and update this later with Bo. I welcome any pointers for his character, by the way, I've never written for him lol. Anyways... I hope y'all enjoy!

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Thomas Hewitt:

The Texas air was hot and heavy, as it was in most August days, weighing everything from the birds to the pigs down, not much of anything caring to move about in this heat. Even Hoyt elected to take the day off, currently lounging about on the front porch, beer in hand. Though that wasn't too unusual, at least now he had somewhat of an excuse.

Luda Mae was in town, running the store, today being one of those rare days where she took Monty with her so he could “get his stinkin' ass out of the house”, as she had so graciously put it.

Not even Thomas had a lot to do today, so the two of you were taking advantage of that, currently set up on the living room couch.

You were sitting on the back of the couch, with Thomas situated between your legs, mask off and hair down so you could properly comb through it.

It was late morning by this point, so the strongest wave of heat hadn't come through yet, and you had all the windows open to try and keep the air flowing through the house before it did.

The radio played an old song from its corner, echoing a woman's voice throughout the living room. You hummed along, gently separating another section of hair and spraying a light mist of water over it with a spray bottle so you could carefully brush it without hurting your husband.

Thomas currently had his head leaning against your thigh, partly to give your more access to that side of his head, and partly because he was dozing off from the mix of humming and having you gently work through the knots in his dark curly hair.

You finished brushing out that section, running your fingers from his roots to the tips a couple of time to be sure, before pulling it to the side to place in a loose ponytail with the rest of his untangled hair.

You could start feel the soft, deep rumble as Thomas began to snore, and let out a soft laugh.

He had a habit of falling asleep every-time you brushed his hair, enjoying the close contact and the chance to take his mask off and let his skin breathe.

You let out a soft hum and bent down to place a kiss on his head, rubbing your thumb along his cheekbone as you did.

You pulled back and continued to work, putting in even more effort to be gentle and soft as to not wake him. You carefully moved his head to your other thigh and began to brush the other side of his head, the brush easily combing through the knots, a stark contrast from when you initially started brushing his hair for him a few months ago.

After another fifteen minutes or so, you were finished, and pulled his hair together to give it a final brush through before setting the water bottle and brush to the side, sitting up straight to stretch your back and arms.

Thomas was still gently snoring, face pressed against your inner thigh as he continued his midday nap. You didn't really have the heart to wake him, but your ass was starting to fall asleep and hurt from sitting on the hard surface of the back of the couch, and it was getting close to time to start on lunch.

You let your hands run down his hair and to his shoulders, giving them a gentle but firm rub as you planted a kiss on his temple, speaking softly, “Tommy, baby, wake up. I'm all done.”

Despite what most people would assume, Thomas wasn't too much of a heavy sleeper, especially when he was on the couch, and that little bit was just enough to stir him awake.

He sucked in a shallow breath and let out a yawn, stretching his arms under your legs before hooking them over your thighs, letting his head fall back to look up at you with a sleepy smile.

“Good morning.” You joked with a smile of your own.

He hummed a bit and leaned over, pressing a kiss to your thigh.

“I've gotta start on lunch soon.”

He shut his eyes and let out a soft grunt of disapproval.

“Mhm.” You hummed back, running a hand through his hair again, “And then I've gotta--”

You were cut short by the rigid sound of the telephone ringing from the table behind you.

You sighed and reached around, pulling the base up and into to your lap.

“Hello?” You answered, holding the receiver with your shoulder while you idly played with Thomas' hair.

“Y/N? Could you put Hoyt on?” Luda Mae responded, skipping a greeting as she always did. After all, she's calling her own house, why should she have to say hello?

“'Course, Mama, lemme call for him.” You agreed, covering the receiver with your hand before yelling, “Hoyt, it's for you!”

No response.

“Hoyt?”

Nothing.

“Hoyt!”

Typical.

You reached down and tapped Thomas' shoulder, catching his attention, “Tommy will you go grab Hoyt? I think he's passed out in the rocker out front.”

He let out a disgruntled sigh but stood up, reluctantly sulking out the front door.

“Thomas is goin' to get him now, Mama, I think he fell asleep on the porch again.” You explained into the phone.

“Alright.” She sighed, “Just tell him to hurry up.”

After a few moments you could hear Hoyt yell from the front porch, followed by him stumbling in, still half asleep, with Thomas in tow.

“Phone.” You set the base back down and held out the phone for him to take.

“Who is it?” He slurred out, yet still grabbed the phone.

“It's Mama.”

“What the hell does she want?” He grumbled, before repeating the question to her, “What the hell do you want?”

You silently ushered Thomas over and grabbed his mask before standing straight on the couch to help him put it back on. It wasn't your favorite thing, having your husband hide half of his face, but Hoyt was awfully mean when he was drunk and it made Tommy feel more secure.

“Uh-huh. Alright. Yea. Yea. I'll be there in 'bout half an hour.” You could hear Hoyt finish mumbling and hang up the phone behind you before much too loudly announcing, “Thomas, get ready, we got supper comin' in down at the store!”

Thomas and you both let out a sigh. Well, looks like your day off was cut short.

There was a routine in place for days like these and falling into it was rather easy. You were placed on Hoyt duty, meaning you had to get his sheriff uniform ready to go and Hoyt sobered up enough to drive, and Thomas had to prepare the basement for the arrival of new guests, to put it delicately.

The two of you set to work, Thomas planting a quick kiss to your lips before tucking himself away in the basement, and you sat Hoyt down with a plate of carbs and a large glass of water to try and sober him while you tracked down everything he needed.

By the time you finished finding all of the things he carelessly threw around from the day before, he had sobered up enough that you deemed him safe enough to leave the house.

You assumed you had quite sometime before Hoyt would make it back, so you decided you'd take the time to get a few chores done beforehand, even though you knew it would upset Thomas if he found out.

It was his request that you stay in your shared room when Hoyt brought any new victims home, always worried that something would happen.

Normally, you listened to him, but the longer you waited the more chores would pile up. Besides, it would just take a few minutes.

You started with the dishes from breakfast, what with it being a lazy day and all, you figured you could do them at lunch instead. You had a couple of other things to clean up in the kitchen and finished it off with gathering the trash to take it out on your way to feed some leftover slop to the pigs.

Only an hour and a half. You smiled to yourself as you checked the wall clock, happy that you finished the chores so fast.

You dropped off the bag in the can by the back door and dumped the leftovers into the slop bucket that you kept beside it and made the short walk to the small barn out back where the pigs stayed, passing the chicken coop on the way.

The small pink pigs squealed with delight when they saw you approach, having gotten used to either you or Thomas being the ones to bring them food.

They gathered around the long feed trout that was set up in their pen, happily squealing in anticipation as you dropped the spoiled leftovers into their pen, each of them happily chowing down on the food. You kneeled down and patted one of their backs, one of the females, if her large, very obvious pregnant belly gave any clue. Tommy had noticed a while back that she was pregnant, and you gave extra care in keeping an eye on her.

You cooed after her, ushering her to eat all she could for her and her little babies, gently rubbing her back as she ate.

You sat up after a moment, stretching your back again before standing up and grabbing the slop bucket to carry back to the house.

You cringed when you picked it up, however, this time catching a whiff of the moldy food that caked the sides. Apparently it had been a while since the bucket was washed out.

You carried it out of the barn and to the side where one of the outside hoses sat, turning on the creaky faucet to wash out the bucket.

It was a messy job, and by the end of it, the dirt you once stood on was now mud and your shirt was soaked with a large splash of water. At least it helped cool you down a bit, being out in the heat like this was exhausting and you were already sweating.

You turned the faucet off and shook the bucket out a bit more before the sound of running footsteps caught your attention.

You turned back to the house, only to see a young man you didn't know running straight for you.

You jumped at the sight, taking a step back out of surprise and fear. However, when you did, your shoe hit the mud and you slipped, landing clear on your back and knocking the breath out of you.

You tried to take in a sharp gasp of air, only to be met with pain coursing from your spine to your chest, making it tighten.

You sat up, grasping at your chest and trying to breathe, tears streaming down your face, all while the man finally reached you.

“Hey, hey--!” He called out in a loud whisper, shaking as fear lined his voice and filled his wide eyes.

You shook your head no, pushing yourself back and away from him.

“No, no, it's okay, it's okay,” He raised his hands as he kneeled down, “I-I'm not gonna hurt you, I'm gonna help, I'm gonna help.”

You continued shaking your head and pushing away, desperately trying to breathe so you could scream for Thomas.

He ignored your obvious attempts to get away from him, and grabbed your arm, pulling you up and towards the back of the barn. You finally managed to pull in your first breath, coughing as he continued yanking on your wrist, practically dragging you across the dirt and grass.

There was a second door in the back and he found it easily, pushing you into the barn and towards the ladder to the loft where the hay was kept.

The pigs squealed in surprise, running around in their pen in distress as you tried to fight against the stranger.

“Stop! Leave me alone!” You pushed and pulled against his grip as he tried to shove you up the ladder.

“No, it's okay, I-I'm not one of them, I'm not gonna hurt you--” He ignored your pleas as he spoke over you, “I'm gonna help, I'm gonna help--”

You could feel the old creaky wood bend and groan against your back as he shoved you into the ladder repeatedly, trying to force you up there.

Sharp pain shot through your elbow as it slammed into the wall, finally managing to get your wrist out of his grip.

You ignored the pulsing and shoved him back, freezing when Hoyt's revolver fell from the man's pants.

You thought about diving for it, but he was faster, his hands in the air as he knelt down to pick it up.

“No, don't, don't worry, I- I'm not going to hurt you, I got this, before I ran--” He grabbed the gun and shoved it back into his jeans, “I won't hurt you, I promise.”

How stupid could this man be? Did he still not get it yet?

You were shaking, your racing heart almost loud enough to cover up the sounds of the pigs fearful squeals and Thomas' chainsaw echoing back from the front yard.

There was no way he'd hear you, not all the way back here, and definitely not in time.

You took a shaky breath and silently cursed yourself for reloading that same pistol before sending Hoyt off just earlier today.

Your mind started racing as you tried to think of a plan, your hands grasping at the air, looking him up and down.

He was on the younger side, early twenties at most, splashes of blood covering his open red button up and gray t-shirt. He was blond, making his light five o'clock shadow almost hard to see against his tan skin. His brown eyes were puffy and red, practically shaking with fear, his chest heaving and fists curled at his side.

“We, we've got to hide--” He took two bold steps towards you, “Before they come looking for us.”

You pressed yourself harder against the ladder as he did, taking in a shaky breath and nodding. He didn't know who you were, and you needed to keep it that way until you could escape.

You turned around to face the ladder, the old wood creaking under your weight as you climbed up, pushing the thick wooden door open with a thud before climbing in.

The scratchy hay dug into your knees and hands as you crawled further into the loft, giving the man room to climb in right behind you.

He immediately shut the small door and looked around, “We should put something heavy on the door.”

“B-But what if we need to get out quickly?” You countered, not wanting to make it harder to get out.

“It'll make it harder for them to get in.” He ignored your input and walked over to the nearest bale of hay, “We need to keep them out.”

You watched helplessly as he struggled to drag the heavy bale across the dusty wooden loft, finally falling down with a thud after he managed to cover the door.

“We can wait here until we get a chance to escape.” He crawled his way over to sit beside you, still shaking but seemingly calmer than before.

He swallowed and took in heavy breaths, trying to process the last few hours in his mind as you silently begged whatever god that was willing would help you get out of this alive.

You could've practically jump for joy when the familiar sound of a idling chainsaw and heavy footsteps against the barn floor became apparent against the calming squeals of the pigs down below.

You could almost feel the man tense beside you as he started shaking his head, quietly pushing himself away from the bale of hay that covered the loft door.

“No, no, no, no...” He mumbled to himself quietly, covering his own mouth as he pressed himself into the old wall of the barn.

You looked to the floor, Tommy's footsteps slowly circling around the barn, and felt a firm grip on your arm as the man quietly pulled you back with him.

“Shhhh.” He pressed a finger to his lips and pulled out the revolver, looking back to the bale.

It was your turn to shake your head, lifting your hands as you spoke, “No, no, it's okay, don't--”

He slapped his hand over your mouth as the footsteps stopped.

Thomas looked up, to the loft.

He could've sworn he heard a woman's voice, even over the anxious pig's squeals.

He gripped the chainsaw tighter, confusion overcoming him.

The victim Hoyt sent him after was a man, so, did that mean there were two of them? Had Hoyt somehow overlooked an extra person? It wasn't completely uncommon for him to make such a mistake.

He stayed silent, listening. There were no more sounds now.

He took a step towards the ladder, noticing the mud marks leading in from the open back door, even against the ladder.

The chainsaw weighed heavy in his hands, send vibrations through his fingers as he readjusted it to hold it in one hand.

He grabbed the ladder with his now free hand, the ladder creaking loudly under his weight as he took a couple of steps up, positioning the chainsaw to press against the door.

It didn't budge, so he squeezed the trigger, the chainsaw revving up and cutting through the old wood with ease.

He pressed further, the spinning chain suddenly flinging wood chips and hay back at his face with enough force to actually leave some small scratches on his exposed cheekbones.

He ignored it and moved the chainsaw in different directions, cutting at the hay bale that was apparently left on top to deter him.

Within a few seconds he was able to use the base of the chainsaw to get enough leverage to sling what was left of the door open, the remaining hay flinging to the side with ease.

He pushed himself up, grabbing a hold of the side of the loft's floor to help him balance as he pulled himself up with enough force so he wouldn't get caught off-guard by the two victims undoubtedly waiting for him.

His chainsaw slammed on the loft floor, still rumbling in idle as he stepped into the loft, deep brown eyes darting to the man sitting across from him, to the gun pointed directly at him.

He ignored the threat as he stood up straight, chainsaw tight in his grip.

“Don't come any closer!” His voice was unsteady, his hands shaking.

He took a step.

“S-Stop!” He stuttered over himself, thumb slipping more than once as he pulled the hammer down.

Thomas listened this time, staring the man down.

“Drop the chainsaw.” The man ordered, “Now!” His voice cracked.

Thomas did as he was told, the chainsaw hitting the floor with a loud thud.

“O-Okay, now grab it!” Thomas could hear the floorboards creak as the second victim walked up behind him.

His hand flexed as the footsteps stopped.

He could use her, as leverage, even a shield. All she had to do was reach for it. The moment she did he could grab her.

His eyes darted right and he saw dirty, shaky hands grab the handle.

His hand shot out, catching her with force as he turned.

You screamed, out of surprise and pain as Thomas gripped your wrist with enough force to bruise it.

Confused eyes met yours as he stared, his strong hold loosening out of reflex.

“Let her go!” The man yelled from beside you two, still pointing the gun at your husband.

He did.

He pulled back, fear and hurt in his eyes as he tried to figure out why you were here.

You hated yourself as you picked the chainsaw up, heavy in your grip as you dragged it away from him.

You walked closer to the man, the chainsaw sending vibrations through your hands and to your arms, turning them to jelly. You were unfamiliar with handling the large tool, only ever using it once before when Thomas had taught you how.

The man hurried to stand, still pointing the gun at Thomas.

“H-Here.” You offered, pushing it out to him, “I don't even know how to use this thing, I'll end up hurting myself.”

The man nodded, falling for your lie, “Okay, then you take this,” He shoved the gun towards you, “I can handle that thing.”

You switched weapons, Hoyt's gun feeling much easier to handle in your hands.

It wasn't light, the weapon weighing heavy in your hands as you slammed the butt of it against the man's head, a few drops of blood splattering against your hands and face as he hit the floor.

You turned to Tommy, letting the gun hit the floor as you let out a heavy, shaking sigh.

“Thomas--” You stepped over the man's unconscious body, arms wide as you threw yourself at your husband.

He met you halfway and slung his thick arms around you, clinging to you as he crushed you against his body.

You choked on a sob as you buried your face in his neck, hot tears streaming down your face out of relief.

He pushed his masked cheek against your head, pressing a kiss to your mud caked hair, his eyes squeezing shut as he tried to steady his breath.

He had been ridiculed, relentlessly beaten by bullies, threatened by coworkers, attacked by victims and almost killed dozens of times, but nothing compared to the fear he had when he saw you in that loft.

He couldn't understand why you were there. Had you randomly changed your mind and decided to leave him? After so long? Were you taken against your will, threatened and forced to do these things? Were you hurt, scared, afraid for your life while he was off doing what Hoyt told him to? What would've happened if he hadn't shown up? Did he scare you, or hurt you?

You pulled back just enough to place your hands on his cheeks, Thomas holding you up as you pulled him into a kiss.

You opened your mouth and he deepened the kiss, your hands snaking around his neck and trying to pull him even closer while teeth clashed and tongues fought to explore each other's mouths like teenagers sharing their first kiss.

You sighed through your nose, pressing your forehead to his as you pulled back to look at him.

“I'm so sorry.” You whispered, “I didn't think he'd be back so soon, I- I thought I had more time...”

His brown eyes were filled with fear and relief, feeling like he had almost lost you.

You cupped his masked cheek, letting your eyes flutter shut as you finally felt safe again.

It was a long time before Thomas let you out of his sight after that. He was glued to your side, overprotective and worried for months to come.

You often caught him staring at your deeply bruised wrist while it healed, angry and ashamed that he hurt you.

You constantly reassured him that you weren't angry at him, or scared that he'd do it again. He treated you like glass long after it healed, gentle and afraid, like you'd break into a million pieces if he didn't take extra care in his touches.

Needless to say, it took months before life went back to normal for you two, but after that, anytime any victims were expected, the first thing he did was safely tuck you away in your shared room before anything else.

[darkstar225]

Twice’s 10th member being babied by 3mix

A/N: I got two similar asks on Tumblr and I put them together, hope the anons like it! :)

The requests: could you do a members (mainly Jihyo) prank the maknae by treating her like a small child/baby..ik they baby her as is but you could make the maknae all annoyed and stuff.

i love ur works! can you do more mom!3mix with 10th member? it's so cute how they baby her 😭

PS: Tysm for everyone that reads what I write, I hope I can bring a smile to your faces every time I post! I'd like to thank whoever sent me this idea 'cause I loved to write it <3

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It is no secret to ONCE and TWICE themselves that the unnies are overprotective of their maknae. Especially, 3mix, also known as the mom line (lol). However, they woke up with that vibe that you get when you wanna annoy your sibling, in that case, Y/N. Even if the youngest is always enjoying the feeling of being pampered, her sisters know when they get to the line and today, they wanna cross it. The prank is meant to last the whole day, Nayeon, Jeongyeon and Jihyo got that idea from a ONCE that suggested it on a Vlive (Still can't get over the end of Vlives) they did coming back from a stage on their moms + maknae car. While you could be thinking that Y/N saw the comment, she wouldn't be able to, the unnies were on the front and she was on the last seat roll of the car laying down sleeping like the baby she is. And this cuteness always results in a thousand photos taken, some of them posted on her birthday cause, why not? The worst ones that become memes are usually provided by the maknae line and how could Y/N be mad when she does the same? It's only fair. Anyways- 

The youngest is the last to get up this morning and that's already rare but amazing for 3mix since they had time to prepare everything for the prank.

 Y/N - Morning unnies *yawns*

Jihyo - Hey baby, how are you doing?

Y/N - I'm okay, where are the other unnies? 

Nayeon - They went out, there's only the four of us now, why? Are we not enough? *pouts*

Jeongyeon - Yeah cutie, do you love them more than us?

Y/N - What?? Of course not unnies, why are you like that? *frowns*

Nayeon - Isn't she adorable Jeongyeon? Look at that frown! She looks like a baby.

Y/N - I'm not a baby! You know that unnie :/

Jihyo - Awnnn, come here sweetie. Don't pout.

Y/N - I'm not pouting :(

Jeongyeon - Saying you're not pouting while doing so isn't gonna help your case. 

Y/N - What's with you guys today? 

Jihyo - Nothing, come eat what we made kid. 

Nayeon - Yeah!! It's really good, I mean- I helped, obviously it's delicious. 

Y/N - Okay, let's sit down. Can we watch TV while eating? *puppy eyes*

Jeongyeon - You know I can't with those eyes, Jihyo you answer!

Jihyo - Can't even deny something she asks *rolls eyes*

Nayeon - You try then. It's horrible to say no to her

Meanwhile, Y/N can be seen still doing the kicked puppy look so her unnies take pity on her and she finally watches TV while eating for the first time in months. It's funny for her to think how she did this at home all the time before coming to Korea but in the dorms, she wasn't allowed by 3mix and that made her look spoiled, but she wasn't. (maybe just a little but she'll never admit it). 

After years (for Y/N ofc) they finally let her go to the sofa and they followed with a motherly smile on their faces as they noticed the skip on her steps. When they got there they remembered the prank and got to work.

Jeongyeon - Come cuddle honey

Y/N - Don't wanna...

Nayeon - Come here then... 

Y/N - Nooo, you're being to clingy today unnies

Jihyo - But you're our child, lay here with mama

Y/N - Fineeee 

Y/N goes to the other side of the sofa near the unnies and lands right in the middle, when she sits there and believes they find it enough she relaxes. But she let her guard down and Jihyo pulls her to her chest. The maknae layed there with an "oof-" and whined for the loss of her favourite moment on the TV show, Nayeon only cooed and stroked her hair. The others making sure she gets lots of cuddles. But, with time the youngest tried to get away and the unnies wouldn't let her, only laughing and telling her that a baby shouldn't be alone. This only made her more annoyed! With a huff, she goes out of the room pouting and complaining that the 3mix unnies are too much. (I'd love to be babied by 3mix but you do you girl, IG)

Her sisters felt bad and wrapped up the prank before the day finished, even if it was near the end 'cause they only wanted to annoy her a little but they could hear how frustrated she got with them. Opening the SMC room they found her sitting with her cell phone in hand, apparently texting on K-talk.

Jeongyeon - Kid... You know we love you

Y/N - I know, but why did you treat me like a baby all day? I'm a grown woman unnies

Nayeon - It was a prank pabo, we get that you want to be respected as who you are right now and to be seen as the mature girl we know you are. 

Jihyo - Yeah, we understand you cutie pie, but we'll always see you as the girl that we met when you we're only trainees, even if you are 70 years old. 

Y/N - Even then? Lol but you're gonna be grandmas!

Nayeon - YAH! You too, shut up. 

Y/N - Sorry unnie... But I just overreacted a little, the haters are being mean again and they're talking about how childish I am with you guys *frowns*

Jihyo - WHAT? And you we're gonna talk to us when? This is not okay babe

Nayeon - We're gonna talk with JYP again and this time he must do something with these haters

Jeongyeon - Nobody messes with our child and gets away with it, only us. 

Jihyo - That for sure. Anyway- besides that are you okay princess?

Y/N - Yes mamas, calm down. I'm fine now that you guys are here with me. And may I admit, I love when you guys pamper me, it makes me feel loved and warm inside (I wish)

Nayeon - Awnnn, we love you our dear maknae

Jihyo - Don't ever forget to tell us something like that, we are here for you and we love you our dear maknae

Jeongyeon -You are special to us and will always have a place in our heart and mind. We love you our dear maknae

A/N: I apologise for any errors, English is not my first language. Pls, let me know if there's something wrong, ty for reading <3

[sugdenlovesdingle]

I'm feeling very zen this morning about bucktommy.

Maybe it's because it's been over a week since the shoddy ending to 8x06 and it feels less raw.

Maybe it's because even if Tommy never comes back at least 8x07 gave more proof/weight (can't find the right word) about how much the relationship meant to Buck by showing how much he's struggling, something he never got with any other LI except Abby.

Maybe it's because knowing how much balderdash the interviews are with dropped plots and things that never happen mean I have no more anxiety about them.

Maybe it's because from Ryan saying that Tim changes things last minute, and Tim gaslighting fans about creating plots he himself hinted at (madney/henren tension wtf?) means again ignoring what he says in interviews and that the door is wide open for a Tommy return.

Maybe it's because angst with a happy ending it's my favourite trope and the fic I've read this week has been so so achingly good it'll keep me fed throughout winter like a squirrel hoarding nuts.

Maybe it's just because it's sunny where I am today and it's put me in a good mood.

Also, I love your blog as a bucktommy (and tarlos) fan and also an old robron fan who hasn't watched since robert left but I can still get updates here 😄.

Anyway, I'm sorry for waffling in your inbox, I hope you have a great day!

Feel free to always come waffle in my inbox anon! i didn't think there was anyone out there with the same weird mix of hyper fixations as me! bucktommy x tarlos x robron ftw! 😂

But yeah I think the door is definitely open for Tommy to return in 8B. But knowing the show won't be back until March 6th after next week, I doubt Tim will even finish the scripts before March 1st!

The episode shows Buck being sad and miserable (and LONELY!! how much time were he and Tommy spending together these past 6 months??) and wanting to reach out, Tommy wanting to contact him too, Tommy constantly being on Buck's mind and if you just take everything you see at face value, that tells you those two aren't done with each other. And then tim comes and babbles in interviews almost saying the exact opposite of what's happening on screen.

Also - I only got into the fandom after the first bucktommy kiss but it seems like these post ep interviews are becoming more frequent? I don't remember seeing Tim quotes on my dash after EVERY ep - only for the big ones like season premier/season finale.

I read that it's the journalists (and I use that term loosely) that ask for these interviews and not necessarily the show sending Tim (or Oliver or Ryan or Lou or anyone) to do them and I'm just like... what is the point? Why do we need the 'boss' to run us through every episode and tell us what to think or feel? I mean the pit of despair we all plunged into after last week's ep was mostly because of the interviews. And even then, when you pull just the quotes from them (like someone has done - i forget who) it makes it so much easier to see what exactly Lou especially was saying.

Maybe we should just decide to ignore these post ep interviews as a fandom, enjoy our fics and gifs and meta - and apparently a newfound love for mpreg (lol i don't know where this came from but you do you, guys!) this winter, and see where it's at in March.

(also, please send me some of that sunshine! it's foggy and miserable and cold here!)

[agaypanic]

The Fella Part 8 (James Maguire X Quinn!Reader)

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Summary: A new English teacher comes to Our Lady Immaculate and inspires the girls in more ways than one.

A/N: long time no see lol

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“It’s a little exhausting sneaking around like this, don’t you think?” James asked as he and Y/n walked onto the bus. They had both told their families they would catch the early bus because they had assignments to work on. It wasn’t entirely untrue. They just left some parts out, Like meeting at a bakery for breakfast before going on the bus, working on their assignments later in the day instead of when they got to school, and that they were going together in the first place.

“A bit,” Y/n answered, letting her head fall on James’ shoulder while she looked out the window. A few girls were on the bus not paying attention, so she did it without caution. “But I like it. Just us. Without the chaos of friends and family.”

“But it won’t be like this forever, right?” He was timid. The two were about two months into their secret relationship, and it seemed that as the days passed, the more effort they had to put into being secretive. 

Y/n reached for James’ hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

“Definitely not.”

An hour later, the rest of the girls had joined the secret couple at the school. Luckily, they didn’t seem to care much about what they were supposedly up to. Instead, they talked about what they did over the weekend, what they wanted to do next weekend, and how they didn’t want to go to assembly that morning.

But they did it anyways because they were required to. They stood in a row like the other students as they watched Sister Michael go on about a baby Jesus statue next to her.

“I still don’t get what it’s supposed to be,” James whispered after staring at it for a few minutes.

“It’s Jesus as a wain,” Michelle said.

“Why has he got a big red hat on?”

“Nobody knows,” Y/n responded. Sister Michael went on about how the Bishop wished for baby Jesus to go to every school in the Derry Diocese. A headmaster of one of the schools stood on the other side of the statue, waiting to accept it. But that didn’t last long.

“I fear you may have had a wasted journey.” Michael’s gaze went from the headmaster to the statue. “I’ve thought about it, and I’d much rather just hold on to him, really. He brightens up my office. He doesn’t answer back. I like the fella.”

There was some snickering in the crowd as the headmaster was brushed aside.

“Now, what else was there?” Sister Michael thought before giving a short nod. “Ah, yes. Sadly, Sister Patrick has decided to leave us. She’s returning to her missionary work, educating the heathen inhabitants of a primitive and savage place.”

“She’s…” A woman near Sister Michael said, “taken a teaching post in Belfast, Sister.”

“Precisely. The Board of Governors promised me that her replacement would arrive today, but as usual, they were talking out of their-”

The doors behind the girls opened with a bang. A woman with long hair walked in wearing leather and holding a helmet.

“I believe you’ve been expecting me.” Her voice bounced off the walls. Sister Michael sighed.

“Here we go.” She muttered under her breath.

***

The woman ended up being the girls’ new English teacher. Her name was Ms. De Brún, which she wrote on the chalkboard before turning to the class. She looked like she didn’t want to be there.

“What is it we should be doing, Miss?” Jenny asked.

“What should you be doing?” She said. “Now, there’s a question. But let me ask you a better one. What is it you want to do?”

“Get pished,” Michelle muttered, making Y/n, her desk neighbor, snort. Only Michelle would think about getting hammered this early in the day.

“I’d quite like some feedback on the poetry assignment, actually,” Jenny said.

“Boo.” Y/n groaned.

“Dickhead.” Michelle rolled her eyes.

“It counts towards our final grade, people.” Jenny raised her voice while Ms. De Brún went around the desk. She sifted through papers.

“This is 12A, right?”

“That is correct, Miss.”

“And you are?”

“Jenny.” She folded her hands on her desk with a smug smile. “Jenny Joyce.”

“You think De Brún would mind if I offed myself?” Y/n asked Michelle sarcastically while the teacher grabbed Jenny’s paper.

“The Flower, by Jenny Joyce.” Jenny suddenly looked horrified.

“You’re not going to read it out, are you?”

“Of course. Poetry should always be read aloud.” De Brún looked from Jenny to her paper. “Some flowers are tall. Some flowers are small. Some flowers barely grow at all.” She then set the paper down, clearly not impressed.

“That’s not the end.”

“It should be.” Ms. De Brún grabbed the rest of the stack. “Here’s a poem about a dog. Here’s another one about a dog.” She paused to look at one. “This one has no name on it. An English Rose Among Thorns?”

Everyone immediately knew who wrote that one. Y/n looked behind her to see James sheepishly look down. Despite feeling bad for the boy, she let out a small giggle along with the rest of the class. But not for the same reason as them. His shyness was adorable to her.

“I can see why you might want to remain anonymous.” De Brún commented before looking through more poems. “Dog poem. Poem about a tree. This one’s called Boys.” She pulled it out of the stack to read. “I think boys are really class. Especially the ones who have a nice ass.”

Y/n could see Michelle mouthing the end of it before speaking with a goofy smile.

“It’s called a haiku.”

“That’s not what I would call it. Dog poem. Dog poem. This one’s just a picture of a dog.” She stared at it for a few seconds before setting it aside on her desk. “That’s not bad, actually.”

“Thank you very much.” Orla smiled.

“This person has written about how much they love their English class in an embarrassing attempt to suck up to the teacher.” Even though she was across the room, Y/n could sense Clare cringing.

“Dog poem. Dog poem. Cat poem.” As De Brún went on, Erin raised her hand. Y/n groaned, sensing what her sister was about to say.

“Yes?”

“I think a lot of people in this class, and I know no one will mind me saying this, have a very basic grasp of the creative process. Whereas I’ve been writing for years, so I’m really not afraid to put myself out there, to be bold. To take risks.”

“And you are?”

“Erin Quinn.” She had some of the same smugness that Jenny had, but it didn’t go away when Ms. De Brún pulled out her paper.

“The bullets fired on the streets as I lie in my bed, are nothing to the bullets being fired….” She sighed. “In my head.”

“It’s about The Troubles.” Erin jumped to explain. “In a political sense. But also about my own troubles, in a personal sense.”

“I understand the weak analogy. This isn’t bold, Erin. It’s someone failing to be bold.”

“Well, I’m sorry if the subtleties of my work were lost on you, Miss De Brún.”

“Poetry is truth.” De Brún started. “And great poetry is raw and real and messy and glorious and ugly. It’s dragged from the depths of the soul. It helps us understand each other and ourselves. Do you get what I’m saying? It’s not often in life you’re allowed to tear up the page and start over.” For dramatic effect, she tore Erin’s paper in half. “But I’m gonna give you that chance. Impress me.”

***

That evening, the girls and James went to the Quinn household. Luckily, the rest of the family was out to the movies, so the teens wouldn’t be bothered. Candy wrappers and scrapped paper littered the dining table as the girls mumbled and wrote.

“God, this whole ‘writing-from-the-soul’ thing is a nightmare.” Erin groaned as she tore another page from her notebook, tossing it somewhere in the room.

“I know.” Michelle agreed. “What rhymes with ride?”

“Bide.” Y/n muttered, staring at her blank page.”

“Bide?” Michelle scoffed. “What the fuck does ‘bide’ mean? Bide… That’s not a word.”

“It is a word, Michelle.” Erin insisted.

“Bide? You’ve lot pure made that up.”

“Can we all be quiet? Please.” A frazzled Clare pleaded as she scribbled out words.

Orla put down her pencil and showed her notebook to James, who sat across from her. On the page was a drawing of the boy, except his eyes were colored red.

“What do you think, James?” Orla asked. “You’ve got red eyes ’cause I ran out of brown.” James went to speak, but Y/n beat him to it.

“His eyes are green.” She said, not looking up from her page, which was still blank. James glanced at her, nodding slightly.

“What she said.”

“Now you tell me.” Orla dropped the notebook, seemingly betrayed.

The girls tossed ideas to each other, but unfortunately, nothing stuck. The writing session didn’t last long, for when another idea went down the drain, the door opened.

The Quinn family was home.

The teens scrambled to clean up the mess, but it was too late.

“Sweet Jesus.” Mary looked horrified.

“Mammy, we can explain,” Erin said with a mouth full of sweets.

“Not the Christmas cupboard.”

“We needed energy for our poetry.”

“I’ll give you energy for your poetry!” Mary shouted. “What am I supposed to do? I’ll have to start from scratch now, and December’s only round the corner.”

“It’s eight months away, Love,” Gerry commented. But that just made Grandpa Joe turn the blame onto him, a usual occurrence. The girls tried to tell Mary about Miss De Brún and her words, but she just turned the blame on them. Another usual occurrence.

***

“It was difficult, so you’ve just given up?” Miss De Brún asked the girls in her classroom the following day. She slowly paced around the group. “You might fail, so why bother trying?”

“Exactly. Told you she’d understand.” Michelle said. De Brún stopped in front of a framed picture near the window.

“Have you ever stopped to look at these?” She asked. The girls and James walked over to the picture. It was a picture from years ago of students from Our Lady Immaculate. “These faces from the past. They’re not so different from you, really. They had dreams like you do. They had ambitions. But now, they’re gone. Dead. Dust.” 

Clare pointed at a girl in the photo.

“That’s my auntie Anne, third from the left. She’s not dead.” Clare was shushed by De Brún. “She’s only 54.”

“But did they fulfill those dreams? Those ambitions?” Ms. De Brún asked. “One day, girls, you too will just be an old photograph in a hallway.” A shiver went down everyone’s spine as they thought about their teacher’s words. “You only get one life. Don’t be afraid to live it.”

***

Ms. De Brún had become such an influence on the girls’ lives in just a few days. They became bolder, which meant wearing more of what they wanted, including winged eyeliner like their teacher. Even James, which Y/n lovingly teased him about when they were alone. 

Despite Clare’s reservations, the girls had even gone to Ms. De Brún’s house. After all, they were going to a teacher’s house at night. Everyone had gotten a little tipsy and soon left after Erin and Ms. De Brún started reciting poetry. On the way back home, they had a run-in with Jenny Joyce. The encounter ended with the girls dragging Clare away, who was drunkenly talking about Jenny’s mother.

“Do you think Clare should sleep at ours?” Y/n asked Erin and Orla. The girl in question stumbled around, clinging to Michelle and James. “I think her mum will kill her if she sees her.”

“Might as well.” Erin turned to Michelle and James. “You guys wanna stay over as well?”

“I’d rather not deal with Clare like this more than I have to,” Michelle muttered.

“I don’t think your family would appreciate me staying over,” James commented.

“Oh, come on. We could just sneak you in.” Y/n joked. To everyone else, she was definitely kidding. But the look James gave her showed that he was actually considering it.

Luckily, the adults paid them no mind when the girls and James got to the Quinn residence. They were too busy arguing over some movie they were supposed to see but got cut short. James helped Erin and Y/n sneak Clare up to Erin’s room before saying goodbye and leaving.

After making sure Clare had water and medicine for the morning, Y/n said goodnight to her sister, friend, and cousin before heading to her own room. She sat on her bed, trying to destress from the night’s events when she heard a timid knock on her window. She whipped around, terrified, only to see James. She rushed to the window and opened it.

“What are you doing, James?” Y/n hissed quietly. “How did you even get up here?”

“I climbed.” He said like it was obvious. It was, but she hadn’t expected him to climb the side of her house tonight. “Michelle was already leaving when I came in to help with Clare, so I don’t think she’ll notice I’m gone until the morning. Can I come in?”

Y/n immediately moved out of his way, helping him into her room.

“You know, when I said you could sneak in, I was joking.” She laughed quietly, not wanting attention drawn to her room. “But, if I’m honest, I’m glad you did.”

“Me too,” James spoke, inching towards her. His arms wrapped around her, and he gave her a kiss. “I’ve been really thinking about what Ms. De Brún said. About how you can’t be afraid to live. And it made me realize that I don’t want to hide anymore.”

“What are you saying, James?” Y/n asked softly. “Was everybody right? Are you gay?” They both laughed, him pinching her side at the silly question.

“No, I’m not gay. How many times do I have to say that?” The quiet laughter ceased, and he continued. “I’m saying I don’t want us to hide anymore. I want people to know we’re dating.”

That didn’t shock Y/n. She knew how tiring it was to hide their relationship, especially from their friends. She also knew that James was thinking more about telling everyone. But she didn’t think he’d want to do it so soon.

“Are you sure?” She asked. The boy could overthink sometimes. There was a chance he was just swept up in De Brún words and her effect on the group.

“Yeah.” He nodded, pulling her closer. “Obviously, if you’re not ready, we don’t have to. But I want you to know that I’m ready.”

Y/n nodded, letting the words sink in.

“Okay.”

“Okay?” A smile crept onto James’ face.

“Yeah. I just think we should let it happen naturally, though. Like if it comes up, then it comes up.” The couple agreed, sharing a kiss. “Wanna spend the night?”

“Please.” Y/n’s smile widened, if that was even possible. She went to her closet and pulled out some of James’ clothes that he had left for occasions like this. They faced away from each other to change. When they were done, they got under Y/n’s covers. Y/n turned off the lamp on her bedside table, and James held her close to his chest.

“Thank you.” He whispered, both of them drifting off.

“For what?”

“For wanting to be seen with me.” Y/n knew what he was talking about. Not only was the boy English, but many people acted like they were bothered by his very existence. Y/n couldn’t understand how someone could look at a boy like James and feel what people usually felt instead of what she felt when she looked at him.

“I want you through and through, Jamie.” He smiled at the nickname, even more so when she kissed his cheek before settling her head back down on his chest.

***

The next morning, Y/n helped James sneak out her window before she got dressed for school and headed downstairs. She heard her mother quarreling with her sister Erin, so she felt it was best to just grab some toast and head out. Eventually, everyone met up at the bus stop. James made a point to sit beside Y/n on the bus as they headed to school, arm draped around the seat. The move seemed so casual that no one said anything.

The girls went to class, excited to see Ms. De Brún. But they skidded to a stop when they entered the classroom to see Sister Michael erasing the chalkboard. She turned and looked at the girls expectantly.

“Take a seat, please, ladies.” She gestured to all the empty desks, except for Jenny Joyce, who always made a point to be early, before sitting down herself.

“Where’s Ms. De Brún?” Erin asked.

“Gone. And she’s not coming back.”

“What?”

“I knew it.” Clare groaned. “When I woke up this morning, I had a feeling something terrible was going to happen and also that essentially, deep down, I’m quite an evil person.”

“That’s just a hangover, Clare,” Y/n said, patting her friend’s shoulder.

“Yeah, you’ll be grand,” Michelle added, being the expert on this kind of thing.

“I will be taking this class for the rest of the term.” Sister Michael said. “It makes me want to pull off my own face, but needs must.”

Erin stomped up to Jenny Joyce, getting in her face. 

“This was you, wasn’t it? What did you do? What did you say?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

“Aye, so you don’t. Supergrass!”

“Chill, Erin!” Y/n reprimanded her sister.

“That’s quite enough.” Sister Michael added.

“You don’t understand, sister,” Erin said, looking at her. “Ms. De Brún, she touched us.”

“Oh my god.” Y/n’s voice came out horrified at the wording.

“What?”

“She made us think. She made us feel.”

“Thank god. That would be all I need.” Sister Michael sighed in relief at the clarification.

“You can’t sack her!” Erin yelled suddenly. “You just can’t!”

“Miss Quinn, you appear to be under the misapprehension that you can address me as though you are my equal.” Sister Michael hissed. The bell rang. “I suggest you rein it in and take a seat.”

***

It was all Erin’s idea. Everyone else was either stupid or bored enough to go along with it. 

Sister Michael had judo on Fridays, so it was the perfect day for the girls to enact their revenge. The girls had decided that since Sister Michael had taken something precious from them, they would do the same.

“Creepy wee fucker, isn’t he?” Michelle looked at the baby Jesus statue they took from Sister Michael’s office to place in the English classroom.

“I would just like to state once again for the record that I think this might be the worst idea we’ve ever had,” Clare whined.

“Understatement of the year,” Y/n muttered, watching her friends move around.

“Look, do you want to help Ms. De Brún or not?” Erin asked.

“Can we not find a way to help her that doesn’t involve abducting a holy statue?”

“We’re not abducting him, Clare.” Erin rolled her eyes. “We’re kidnapping him.”

“That’s quite literally the same thing, Erin,” Y/n said. Erin sighed.

“We’ll give him back on the condition that Ms. De Brún is rightfully reinstated.” Y/n and Clare laughed sarcastically.

“Oh, yeah. Sister Michael will be fully on board with that idea.”

James took out a camera to take a photo of the statue to accompany the ransom note Erin was currently writing. When the first picture came out, James and Michelle decided to move the figure into a better position. Unfortunately, being how they were, they couldn’t agree and kept tugging on the statue. Before they knew it, it hit the floor.

“Oh my god,” Y/n whispered in horror, picking up the head of baby Jesus, which cracked off from the statue.

“Let’s glue him!” Someone said.

“Yeah! We’ll just stick it back on.” Orla grabbed glue and took the head from Y/n, scrambling to get it back on. “We’ll stick it back on, and it’ll all be grand.” The girls crowded around the statue, trying to help put the head on.

“Jesus, girls!” Their attention snapped to Sister Michael, who stood in the classroom doorway. The girls ran to stand in front of the statue, hopefully blocking her view. “What are you still doing here? I thought we had an intruder. And I tell you what, he’d have been a sorry boy, for I just nailed some serious moves.” She tightened the belt on her Judo uniform.

“We were just working on our English project, sister.” Erin smiled nervously, hoping her lie wasn’t too noticeable. Sister Michael peered at the group suspiciously.

“Step aside.” She said simply. Everyone hesitated, but after seeing her stern glare, they moved away from what they tried to cover up. She looked horrified as she looked past to the statue that stood behind them. “What in God’s name have you done?” She muttered.

***

“How could you glue his head on upside down, Orla?” Y/n hissed as she and the others stood against a chalkboard, getting their picture taken like it was a group mugshot portrait. “He’s wearing a hat, for Christ’s sake!”

“Quiet!” Sister Michael reprimanded from her desk. The door opened, and she greeted whoever walked in. “Mary, Sarah, Deidre.”

“Oh, god.” Y/n whimpered at the mention of her mother’s name.

“Your girls involved in this beheading too, then?” Clare’s mom Deidre asked the other mothers.

“It wasn’t me, Mammy!” Clare said. 

“Do not speak to me, Clare.” Her mother held a hand up, looking away from her. “In fact, don’t even breathe.” Clare immediately started to hold her breath, not wanting to upset her mother any further. Y/n winced at the scene.

“Take a seat, Mrs. Devlin.” Sister Michael gestured. When she sat, she got right down to business. “The statue was stolen from this room, so I’ve asked Miss Mooney to photograph the scene. Either it is replaced at your expense, or the school will sue.”

“To be honest, sister, and I’m not just saying this, I think he looked better.” Mary smiled nervously, thinking about how much her pockets would hurt if she had to replace that statue. Sister Michael eyed baby Jesus.

“He looks like his head’s on upside down.” She looked back at the mothers. “And I’ll be suspending them for a week.” That got more of a reaction.

“Please, no!” Mary cried out. “A week? We’re going to be stuck with them for a week?” At first, Y/n was offended. But then she remembered that her mother lived with most of the friend group.

“Be reasonable, sister!” Mrs. Devlin said. “We didn’t behead the fella.”

“By Christ, you’re in for it, girls.” Mary glared at her daughters.

“It was an accident, Mammy,” Erin said meekly.

“So you accidentally wrote a ransom note, did you?” Erin paused.

“Okay, that bit wasn’t an accident. But we were so upset by what happened to Ms. De Brún. It was wrong. She shouldn’t have been sacked.”

“She didn’t.” Attention turned to Sister Michael.

“What?” The girls asked.

There was a knock on the door, and the lady of the hour walked in.

“Sorry to interrupt, sister.” Ms. De Brún walked to her desk. “But if I could just grab the old p45, then I’ll be out of your way.” The girls watched as Sister Michael handed her a piece of paper.

“Excuse me?” Erin asked, tone begging for an explanation.

“Ms. De Brún has decided to leave us.”

“I got offered a post in St. Dominic’s girls. Better wages, holiday pay, great pension. The works. I couldn’t say no, really.”

“But what happened to living for the moment?” Y/n asked.

“What happened to ‘life should be spontaneous’?” Erin added.

“Yeah, I know.” She sighed, remembering all the things she had taught the girls in the week she had worked with them. “But I’m buying a house, and the mortgage rates are absolutely crippling at the moment.”

“Tell me about it. Desperate.” Sister Michael laughed. “Part of the reason I became a nun: free accommodation.”

“But, Ms. De Brún, you inspired me to do my greatest work,” Erin said.

“I see.” She nodded. “Which was?”

“My poem. My glass doll poem.” Ms. De Brún just looked at her, confused. “She’s a doll made of glass. She’s a glass doll. I read it to you last night.” Ms. De Brún nodded again.

“Yeah. I wasn’t really listening, to be honest.” If Erin wasn’t crushed before, she would have certainly turned to dust at that moment. “Cheers. Carpe diem.”

And with that, she was gone.

“Carpe dickhead.” Y/n said, staring at the door.

“Well, I guess we never knew who the real Ms. De Brún was,” Erin said in defeat.

“A bit like Keyser Söze.” Mary said, off in thought. She and her family wouldn’t shut up about that movie they never finished.

“The fella with the bad leg.” Sister Michael commented.

“What?”

“Keyser Söze. He was the fella with the bad leg. He was talking absolute shite the whole time. He was one of those….” Sister Michael trailed off, looking for the right word. “What do you call it? Unreliable narrators.”

“That’s very clever,” Mary said as if all the pieces of her life were finally falling into place.

“Look this way, girls.” The girls had forgotten why they were stuck in Sister Michael’s office in the first place. They all turned towards the photographer, and the camera flashed to take another picture of the criminals.

***

Y/n and James lay in her bed late at night. James was somehow able to sneak away from his aunt and cousin. Now they just had to stay quiet, so Y/n’s family wouldn’t catch them.

“Jamie?” Y/n whispered.

“Yeah, N/n?” He responded, staring up at her ceiling.

“Now that Ms. De Brún is gone….” She hesitated, wondering if she should actually ask the question that was on her mind. “Do you still want people to know? About us?”

James sat up, making Y/n do the same. He grabbed her hands.

“What do you mean?” She squeezed his hands, taking a deep breath before speaking. 

“Well, part of me was wondering if you were just riding on the high that De Brún got us on. You know, being bold and taking risks and such. And now that she’s gone, I just wanted to know if you still wanted everyone to know that we were together.”

He was silent for a moment, and Y/n prayed that she hadn’t upset him. He gripped her hands tightly, pulling her closer to him. One of his hands left hers to rest on her cheek, getting her to look at him.

“Of course I want people to know, Y/n. I know I can be heavily influenced, but that decision was all me. Ms. De Brún just helped me realize what I really wanted.”

“Which is?”

“To be with you.” He brought her hands up for him to kiss. “As much as I can be.”

Y/n suddenly shifted into his lap, hugging his shoulders. His arms wrapped around her waist as they sat in each other’s presence.

“No more hiding,” Y/n spoke into his shoulder. “I’m honestly sick of having to keep it a secret.”

“Me too.” James agreed. “So, should we tell them?”

Y/n pulled away just enough to look at him.

“Let them figure it out on their own. Being with you whenever I want is honestly all I need.” James nodded in agreement. He pulled her into a kiss, breaking away slightly to say something before going back in.

“No more hiding.”

~~~

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[explicitred]

The Bough Keeper

Dainsleif x Male Reader

yandere??? I don't know

is this considered yandere??

(you can also read as gender-neutral or female, I don't put specifics pronouns. but even if I do add pronouns, you can replace the words with your own.)

note: HIIIIIIIIIII it's been so long since I've last written (I last wrote and posted 4 months ago)

For some reason, I got a boost of motivation after checking Tumblr and seeing that I last posted months ago (plus doing the Caribert archon quest today, after delaying for months)

I didn't write dialogue for Dainsleif since I don't know how to write him, but I hope this fanfic lightens your mood anyway

also there's no plot lol, I just randomly thought of this and went along with whatever I wrote

Dainsleif's eyes drifted toward the door, checking for if you were back for what seemed like the fiftieth time.

The Bough Keeper didn't even touch his alcoholic drink, not even once; after hearing that you had to leave again.

Finally, he sighed and took a sip of his drink.

He sat in a wooden chair, faced towards the door of a cottage-like house in the forest. Really, how did you even find this house?

Dainsleif would sometimes rush into the cottage house in the past, heart beating wildly, unsure of what to due to calm himself down after talking to you.

Though his heart yearned for you, he would always turn too shy and hide his face behind his cape. However, it would be wise not to underestimate the lengths and things he would do to appease you, or to have even an ounce of your attention on him.

After all, your presence and attention felt euphoric and heavenly, cleansing his sins.

The sun may burn brightly, but his love for you rivaled even the gods' strength. Oh, how he would do the most unspeakable acts just to gain a single praise from you.

Click

The door opened.

Ah, you were back.

Dainsleif's breath hitched, as his eyes immediately looked down at his drink. His throat lurched, as you moved nearer to him.

You entangle your fingers through his soft blonde locks, and Dainsleif suddenly feels dizzy from the warmth spreading in his chest.

Dainsleif leans closer toward your touch but scoots to make room for you on the same chair, making sure that your fingers can still reach him.

Your legs touch from the proximity, and Dainsleif could feel your arms slowly wrapping around his torso.

"Hmm, how long have you been waiting for me?"

Your voice rumbles beside his head, his head tucked in the crook of your neck.

Dainsleif cannot find himself able to answer from his muddled mind and state of bliss.

How cruel. How could you expect him to answer you properly when you're so close to him?

He felt he was practically on your lap, the tips of his ears turning even more pink; if that was possible.

Your hands rubbed soothing circles on his back, waiting in silence for an answer.

If he had to suffer, again and again, the horror of the cataclysm, he would gladly do it to receive your affection, no matter how minor.

Ah... Allowing him to stay by your side for eternity would be a great honor to him. A feat, even greater than the gods that Teyvat citizens praise each day.

[0sincerelyella]

Just Us -C.F.

Summary- Conrad brings his girlfriend from back home to cousins this summer, planning a whole summer of just the two of them. but belly and taylor are not having the change.

Warnings: so like i wouldn’t say smut bc it’s not but i guess it’s kinda implied?? a bit not totally

AN: I DO NOT IN ANYWAY HATE BELLY (i’m an avid taylor disliker for sure, not always lol but most of the time) it’s kinda a Nicole situation but i also don’t like Nicole lol grammar mistakes are common, and lower case is on purpose!!

“your kidding right?” belly said, as she watched the front door shut after a happy skippy conrad ran to his car. “what are you so angry for bells?” Jeremiah asked, putting the milk on the table. “It’s been the same summer forever! just us four and the moms!” she complains, “taylor’s coming down tomorrow” “taylor comes down every summer!” “and you haven’t seen us complaining.” Steven added. “Conrads been mopey the last three days i’ve been here and today he wakes up all cheerful and doesn’t pay mind to anybody!”

“can it belly!” Steven says, laughing at his sister. walking into the kitchen “bells hes been mopey for the past four months the only time he’s happy is when y/n is around.” Jeremiah explained. Belly stood up and walked to her room, ignoring all the reasonings the boys tried to give.

“she’s got it so bad for him” Steven laughed, opening the fridge.

at the bus station conrad couldn’t sit still, he hadn’t felt this happy since they got to cousins. He had a whole summer of excitement planned, which isn’t usually his thing but he’d do anything for y/n. his cheeks grew red when he saw the bus pull up to the stop. he waited not so patiently as he watched all the people flood out of the bus waiting for his beautiful girl.

it was like a scene from a movie when he saw his beautiful shining woman, her hair perfectly framing her face and her dress perfectly framing her body. He watched as her eyes lit up when they met his, and her lips moved into a beautiful smile as she threw her bags down and ran to him

he picked her up in one swift motion and spun her around as they brought each-other into a kiss they wished could last for a life time. Conrad had felt every ounce of sadness and hurt leave his body as he was finally home again. as they pulled away and their foreheads rested together, y/n felt more happiness then she ever has. she hasn’t seen her boy since school, and now she’s in his arms again

“i can not wait for you to meet laurel, Steven and belly” he said with that breathtaking smile. “my moms gonna be so excited to see you! and jere-“ “Conrad, Conrad, i can’t wait to meet them either” she smiled, kissing his nose “but right now it’s just us, just me and my boy” he smiled, putting her down onto the ground. “and my girl” he put his hands on her cheeks and smiled down at her. his girl, his forever

in the car, Y/n smiled, looking over at Conrad in the drivers seat of his car, one arm out the window and the other on the steering wheel. “You know beautiful,” he said, switching his hands, placing one on her thigh and the opposite on the wheel. “this whole summer is gonna be us, me and you” y/ns heart almost exploded at that statement. “The rest of of our lives is gonna be me and you” he finished. grabbing her hand and bringing it to his lips. “Forever” he said. “And always” she finished as they pulled into the fishers beach house driveway.

“Let the y/n and Conrad summer begin” he laughed, jumping out of the car, running to the passenger side to open y/ns door. she hopped out, took his hand, and they walked to the door. “We’re home!” he called. A happy Susanna ran from the kitchen followed by a happy jeremiah. “Y/n! how are you beautiful?!” she pulled her sons girlfriend in for a hug. “Susanna hi!” y/n hugged back the woman she thought of as her second mother. and Jeremiah as her second brother, “now is this the girl i’ve been hearing so much about?” Laurel walked from the kitchen just as susanna had moments before. “princess,” y/n looked up at conrad and smiled at the nickname “this is laurel, laurel this is my girlfriend, y/n” laurel pulled y/n in for a hug as Steven walked in to meet her.

“where’s belly?” Conrad asks “She’s upstairs” Jeremiah chuckled, “getting ready for taylor coming in tomorrow ” Steven added. “taylor?” y/n looked up at Conrad again “whose taylor?” Jeremiah almost spit out his water, causing everyone but Conrad to be confused “Your gonna love her” Jere smiled his mischievous smile

That night, Conrad brought y/n to the pool for a swim. Her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms around his neck as the sat in the middle of the pool. “your really beautiful” He says, moving her hair behind her ear. “you are also really beautiful rad boy” she giggled, kissing his lips “No princess, I’m being serious, your like,” he pauses, pulling her chin up. “a shooting star,” he whispers, pulling her in for a deep kiss.

“a shooting star? that’s cheesy” the kiss quickly ended as belly walked out of the house in her bathing suit. “Belly,” Conrad said, as y/n let go of Conrad and swam to the side. “Belly, hi! i’m y/n!” Belly smile half a smile. “hi” she said, sitting on the edge of the pool.

“Belly i told mom we were gonna have the pool to just me and y/n-“ “C, it’s okay” Y/n said, sitting next to belly “C?” belly asked. “his name is Conrad” y/n laughed a nervous laugh “uhm i know i just-“ “Princess it’s okay we can just go walk on the beach” Conrad was embarrassed to say the least, he thought belly would love y/n. because he did.

“princess? Conrad what’s up with you? i thought you said pet names were gross” Belly stood up, turning back to the house. “you say a lot of things before you meet someone who changes it all belly” Conrad said, hoping out of the pool to stand by y/n. “It’s just supposed to be us. the kids and the moms”

“Belly, we arnt kids anymore, people change” Belly huffed, and walked inside, not in the mood for a swim anywhere. “i’m sorry C” y/n said. “baby, what are you even sorry for?” conrad helped y/n stand, and kissed her cheek. “Belly gets protective over tradition, she’s gotta learn that people change” y/n nodded. “let’s go upstairs, yeah?” Conrad grabbed her hand and headed inside.

after they both got changed, they layed in the guest bed looking at each-other. “now i just don’t understand why you can’t sleep in my bed” Conrad said. “have you ever met yourself rad boy?” she laughed, pulling him in for a kiss. A kiss Conrad had been waiting to lay on her lips all day, it was soft and slow. he moved his hand up and down her hip, and his other in her hair. “y/n i wanted to-“ conrad shot up from his spot on the bed, scared it was his mother thinking something else was happening.

“oh hi belly” belly looked at them, with a stoic expression. “i just wanted to apologize but it’s obvious you are busy” and once again, a sweet moment with just the two of them, was no more. “i’m sorry princess, let’s continue this tomorrow okay? belly and jere are gonna be out with taylor, Steven works, and the moms are going shopping so it’ll be just us” y/n laughed

“Goodnight sweet boy” she said” resting her arm on his bicep and pecking his lips. “ill snake in here tomorrow morning and we can lay in bed until belly’s birthday breakfast” Conrad suggested, and y/n smiled “your such a morning horn-dog” he laughed “shhh i am not”

the next morning Conrad did just as he said, and woke y/n up with a kiss. laying next to her for a few extra minutes. Soon, they had all made it downstairs to Belly’s breakfast and everyone started the day off great.

as all of the family left the house, Conrad was excited to have the house to himself and his girl. as the last person in the house, steven, shut the door, Conrad grabbed y/ns hand and they ran to his bedroom.

Conrad sat up in his bed, and y/n sat on his lap, laying her head on his shoulder. “i’ve missed you so much conrad” y/n kissed his cheek. “you do not know how glad i am you could come this summer” Conrad ran his hands down her back, and up her shirt to rest on her bare back. “you know my parents are to busy pampering my little sister to care” she laughed

He smiled, as her hand moved to hold his neck and pull him closer. “i’ve been waiting for this moment since you got here” conrad whispered. “then kiss me stupid” he chuckled, lifting her up and flipping her to lay on the bed. she he kissed her deeply, holding her hips with his hands. her fingers ran through his beautiful hair, and she felt so happy to be in his arms.

their moment was soon ruined by the three people Conrad was hoping would stay out the longest

“This is the girl Conrad chose over you?” “taylor!?” and Jeremiah’s laugh made Conrad crawl off y/n and sit at the end of the bed. he was just about done with everyone ruining his moments with his girl.

“the door was shut! you could’ve knocked.” he crossed his arms as y/n sat up. “chose over her?” y/n asked. Belly shook her head. “she’s not even pretty belly” taylor said, obviously not hiding her presence. “Geez taylor can’t you just stay out of everything!” Conrad yelled. Y/n put her hand on conrad’s shoulder. “C its,” he pushed her hand off his shoulder. “don’t tell me it’s okay.” he snapped, standing up. “i finally get a break from everything and my summer with my girlfriend keeps getting interrupted.”

“Belly we can still have tradition! you have to face that y/n is apart of that now, just like we excepted taylor, with open arms by the way. i’m going off to college next year and it’s not gonna be the same, so get used to it. come on princess”

Conrads little speech made y/n smile. She stood up and apologized to belly, following Conrad close behind. “Connie slow down!” “you never call me connie” “oh your just gonna have to except the change” y/n smirked, jumping on his back. “oh your such a jerk” he said, laughing as he walked down the stares with her on his back.

“you know you love me” she smiled, kissing his cheek from behind his head. “that i do jerk” he smiled, walking outside. “make out on the beach?” “yes sir”

[the-halfling-prince]

Tw pet death

I don't usually like talking about like venty stuff on here but anyway

We had to put down one of our dogs today. He was 16 years old, probably almost 17. Yeah, impressive as hell, especially for a big dog.

I've had that dog since before either of my sisters were born, and I faintly remember being three, and driving with my dad all the way to another state to get him, because his owners were going to put down this poor 8 month dog down unless they found someone else to take him. We were going to take him and find another home for him, my mum had just lost her dog to cancer and didn't feel ready to get another one. Yeah, that clearly didn't work out.

when he was two, he had cancer on his throat. After getting him the surgery to remove it, the vet said that the cancer might show back up and even if not, he might have only a few years left. Bro said 'yeah right whatever' and lived 14 more years.

When he got older, he was always in really good shape for an older dog. His depth perception was off and he couldn't catch things like he used to, and he might accidentally bite your hand when giving him a treat, but he was literally the best dog.

But within the past month or two, he's been rapidly declining. He wouldn't eat nearly anything, and he was having a hard time walking around. He was becoming nearly skin and bones. This past week he hadn't been drinking a lot of water either. Today while I was at work, my mum called me to tell me he couldn't even stand. I told her to pick me up from work early.

We sat there on the floor next to him, and he wouldn't even eat his favorite treat (off-brand goldfish crackers that are shaped like turtles from Aldi) from my hand. We both knew the right decision to make, but it was hard as hell to finally act on it. But my mum called the vet and they had us come in an hour later to put him to sleep.

I had never done that before. Our past several dogs that had passed had died in their sleep, but we couldn't keep putting it off for this guy. He wasn't going to last much longer. It probably would've been within the next week, and it wouldn't have been comfortable, I really believe that.

My sister stayed home, my other sister came with us and then waited in the car, so it was just my mum and I in the room with him.

And I don't know... I just feel really icky about the entire thing. I think it's just because I really don't remember a time when we didn't have this dog, I don't have many memories from before I was 4. And my sisters never knew a time without him, since again we've had him since my mum was pregnant with my middle sister.

I don't do well with death at all. I mean, I doubt I'm special in that regard, I just really don't do well with it.

I want there to be a point to this post. I want to end this entire thing with some profound conclusion about beauty and love and shit but I really just wanted to talk. That feels weird lol. Like I don't think I ever make posts like this without ending it with a line that.makes me think "wow I'm such a poet" I don't want to be poetic I just want to get it all out. Maybe that's the point, yeah? Just getting it all out.

We only have one dog in our house. That is the least amount we've had like ever, at least in my memory. Honestly it felt weird just having two. Because up until last December, we had four. Then we were down to two in May. And now one. And she's not even a family dog, she's mine, and I'm taking her when I move out in a few years. My sister had been begging for a new dog ever since the last one passed, and my mum has been saying no, and I kinda want to know what her answer would be now.

[sumire-no-nikki]

To Be Here

October. My beloved October. The kotatsu blanket is back on, the indoor plants don't need as much watering, the fallen leaves in the backyard need sweeping and the Summer clothes have been put away. Funny how many friends I've recently chatted with about the bliss that comes with October. It's a burst of orange ochre and apple red in my head. When the season turned, the sun who has since made herself scarce is a warm embrace whenever she pokes her head out. The wind and clouds are constant companions. The evening is perfect for mysterious reads under candlelight. What a splendid month.

As I am typing this, however, October is nearly done. Something this good always leaves too soon, doesn't it? I love the first taste of cold after the pesky Summer heat and September’s false promises of colder days. October is where it really gets going. But it's always nearly done before I feel like I can properly savor it. How melancholy!! But isn’t that how it always goes? Love is more deeply felt after only the crater it left is the one thing you’ve got to remember it by? Love defined by the lack, the absence, the loss? There will never be enough Octobers for me. I’m a creature of want in this way, yearning is an instinct for me. I watch the days go by and the thought that there won’t be another October until next year is like quicksand for my mind.

That said I’ve spent the month working diligently and on the whole being rather productive in both work and personal matters. There’s this project I’ve started and making good progress on! Once completed I promised myself a trip where I can apply what I’ve learned and I’m so excited to reach that goal. I’ve also read a lot this month. I really surprised myself. I’ve read six books and the month isn’t over yet! I read two Agatha Christie books, all three of the Toshikazu Kawaguchi series (the fourth one is coming out next month!! And I’ll have to read the fifth one in Japanese because I don’t want to wait for the translation to come out!!!) I also read Matt Haig’s The Midnight Library as recommended by a friend and I'm so glad she brought it up! I've had a copy of it for ages but just never managed to pick it up due to associated memories (it was given to me by someone during a bad period in my life!!) I swear that book might've just saved my life. I also finished two manga volumes in Japanese this month. It's a series called Yotsuba&! which is just the most wholesome series. Maybe I'll talk about it someday on here. But that series is such a light in my life. I picked it up on one particularly tough day last week and it instantly revived hope in my heart that there's still good out there no matter what.

Other things I've been up to: I've been running a lot these days and I'm actually surprising myself with how much I enjoy it. Earlier today (I'm typing this before bed) I went on a run while it was drizzling. I felt like a kid playing in the rain. I couldn't stop smiling!

Also, the podcast show I mentioned some entries ago!! Case 63!! It has a season 2!! Actually, I found out it's originally by a Chilean writer, so the version I listened to is an English adaptation. Anyway, I'm so happy there's more of it. Season 3 is the final season in Spanish so I expect the English adaptation of that will also be made (since they went so far as to continue with season 2). Fingers crossed! I'm so intrigued as to how it will end!!

As for TV, I started and finished watching HBO's Barry in like a week. I was absorbed!! All four seasons! Mind you, each episode is only 30 mins so it wasn't really that long. It's such a funny and dark show I love it so much. I've heard good things about it through the years but I never found the time to get into it. Plus I have this terrible illness of "I-Can't-Get-Into-Things-When-It's-Super-Mainstream-I-Need-To-Wait-Until-The-Hype-Dies-Down-itis" lol. No, seriously I just didn't feel like getting into a new show until this month apparently. But I'm so glad I watched it. The show is a goldmine, the best Hollywood/LA culture satire I've seen in ages. The way it highlights the gender gap in the workplace, how a writer must compromise on truth in order to sell something, even the way a woman needs to be a "perfect victim" in order for her story to be worth anything! It's so witty!! And the central question of can people truly change--I'll be thinking about this show for a long time. It's so good. Watch it if you can.

Early this month I also managed to sneak a quick trip to Croatia and Slovenia which was so relaxing and peaceful. Trips can be quite stressful for me especially when it's a big city full of tourists due to my OCD (I'm looking at you Paris, and literally all of Italy smh... jk jk) But this trip was restorative and gave me a genuine sense of discovery and wonder, which is what I aim to travel for.

I've been listening to the new Mitski album and rethinking my home library's organisation system! I haven't decided yet but I mainly want my Classical Mythology books, both fiction and non-fiction in one area. Also wishing I bought two Caryatid statues in Athens last year instead of one! Would've been nice for her to have a buddy!!

Now, the title of this entry comes from a realisation I had this month--a very important one. As someone whose nature is to think and think and think, it's difficult to be in the present. I'm always in agony over the past, and anxious about the future. I can be quite dismissive of what's in front of me as a result. This is a chronic issue of mine. But while reading The Midnight Library, tucked in my reading chair, savoring the scent of a pumpkin pie candle, all the pieces of advice I've read both online and in person suddenly clicked.

When writing a first draft of a novel, it simply needs to exist.

When making art, it simply needs to be there.

When yearning to do something, I must attempt it

When wanting to exist, I simply am.

I just need to be here in the most literal sense. To be. Not in the past tense, not in the future tense. There's no need for qualifiers. There is no standard to fulfill. I know this is neither new nor revolutionary, but in the embrace of an October evening, digesting this advice and accepting it made me feel so brave.

It hit me like a sucker punch. I thought, I need to untangle my sense of self and my worth from anything external. I cannot keep on doing this to myself. Because the truth is if I don’t stop this constant self-flagellation, I have simply replaced my mother in adulthood. I will have been no different from her and her constant need to criticise me. This is something I've been actively trying to improve recently and I can feel myself getting better. I feel, somewhat ironically, that by being present, I'm regaining a sense of hope that I haven't felt since childhood. Like somehow my past is healed and my future is assured.

So despite how much I've gone on about loving October at the beginning of this entry, as much as I know I will miss it, I have to be where I am. That means accepting that all things end--good or bad. That means being in November when it comes. That means understanding that what I've lost, while dearly missed, is out of my grasp now. That means what will happen to me is tomorrow's business.

This entry's song I've repeated to death (which is a very good thing) this month. It's by an artist I really enjoy. I cannot wait for new material from her and this new single is a sign of really good things to come!

I leave you with a photo of a friend I made while out on a walk. What shall I name him?

Have a wunderbaaahhh rest of Octobaaaahhh! 🐑

[eddiediaaz]

i feel like typing some feels idk. ignore this lol it's probably not interesting at all. so last night i dreamed that i was going through/decluttering everything in my childhood bedroom. a few nights ago i also dreamt that i was redecorating that same childhood bedroom. this morning i woke up feeling really sad and nostalgic because it's something i never got to actually do.

when i was 17, in 2010 right after high school, i left that childhood house where i lived with my mom, younger sister, and (ex) step father. i moved in with my beloved grandparents for my first year of college. i don't remember the moving at all actually, only the last conversation i had with him the night before (where he said he loved me and would always think of me as his daughter and that i was welcome back anytime). all i remember is that i packed some things i wanted with me there (my grandparents live almost 2 hours away from my hometown). my mom and sister remained there for a few months until my mom was finally able to buy a house for us (we were living in his house since 1998).

my ex step father was/is (idek anymore) an alcoholic and he was very abusive, mostly verbally, and mostly towards me. mostly because i was (still am) fat. he bullied me my entire childhood because i was a fat kid. it was quite horrible at times, like stopping him from going to kill my dad with his hunting guns while barefoot outside in the rain at 13 years old. like him throwing an axe in my computer screen (a big fat one from the late 00s lol) because my teenage self didn't want to do the dishes right away (my sister and i handwashed the dishes every single day, he of course never did). like him putting my school book for homework in my bowl of ice cream (dessert that he bought!) and getting it all dirty and wet (i don't remember how i explained that at school yikes). stuff like that. he never got physical towards us at least. but it was always verbal abuse and mind games like that. i'm so glad my sister avoided a lot of that (she wasn't fat), but i know it must have been so difficult for her too to live in that household. and for my mom as well, who was working so hard for us. she was a victim too. she worked night and evening shifts for a bit, so there are a few things she didn't witness. things i will never tell her cause she already carries such heavy guilt about "putting us in that situation" (her words). i didn't know at the time, but now we've had some talks about it and i know she was severely depressed and on multiple meds. she had no money because my dad ruined her credit when they were still together. anyway that's a whole ass other story lol

so yeah when i was in my senior year i knew i had to think of an escape plan. when college applications time came around, i applied to a school near where my grandparents live and moved there. i had to, for my mental health. that was hands down one the best year of my life and i am so grateful to them. also grateful my mom was able to get me a cheap used car (a 2000 pontiac sunfire, iykyk) so i could be more independent as i reached adulthood. when my mom and sister moved to my mom's house, they packed some of my things, like a few plushies and some clothes, but that's about it. we were supposed to go back there and pack our other belongings. we were welcomed there. my ex step dad didn't hate us. he knew he made mistakes, he knew his disease (the alcoholism) was what drove us away. he wasn't a bad man when he was sober, but as time went on under his roof, he was only sober when he was working. i moved back in with my mom and sister after that first year away and we stayed there for 2 years until my sister and i moved in together for 3 years when i was in film school.

anyway yeah. i feel weird today. i am mourning all the toys and clothes and books and trinkets and memories i never got to keep because i left so fast and never went back like i was supposed to. even some vhs tapes of my sister and i as kids remained there when my mom left not long after me and it saddens me. we were always supposed to go back for our things because it ended "amicably" (in his mind, i guess), but we never had the nerves and courage to go back. i have regrets about that now, but at least that dream was a bit healing. and at least i had an "escape plan". many people don't so i'm glad i did.

i know there are much worse things in life than not having much physical things left from your childhood. i know that. people lose their homes all the time. but i'm still sad about it i guess. even if it's been close to 15 years.

[zephywolf0]

Very Long update!

hi to esteemed followers and (mostly) mutuals!

looks like i've done one of those things again where i leave my blog for months, convinced i'll never post anything again, only to return later with my art vastly improved. the only thing different this time is that i'm openly discussing it and not just quietly slipping an image onto someone's dash.

if you followed me for art - firstly, thank you kindly, secondly: how!? god some of this old stuff looks downright terrible!

and thirdly, you can expect at least some crumbs!.. unless i start forgetting to post again.

in my last personal update post i announced making this an "everything blog" which in hindsight was aributary because i still draw... mostly just greasers and psychobilly stuff with a few exceptions. i think when i posted that i was having one of my annual Vampire - the Masquerade fixations and expected most of my art to be centered around the game for much longer than it actually was. in the end, this remains The Blog of What I Was Gonna Draw Anyway.

i even actually got into making the comic i've been wanting to make forever (since like 2021 lol) and it's super exciting! i actually got the story kind of ironed out and i feel like i can maybe really stick to it this time? back then i constricted myself too much w composition and also just didn't have the skill to pull most of it off and now i actually can!!!!! i'm seriously surprisngly proud of myself! look at this compasion of march vs a few days ago!

march on the left new on the right lol

now into some actual personal stuff - mostly just because i seriously need to get this off my chest and for anyone interested in why i've been gone to get a little context, so tread the next couple paragraphs carefully as it is just a whole lot of complaining. unless you love reading internet strangers' woes it's not for you hahaha

things for me for the past couple of months aside from a few bright spots have been whatever the opposite of rock n' roll is (stand still and shuffle maybe.)

i graduated - obviously this was a lot of stress; i'm an animation major and crammed an about two and a half minute music video into a couple months, which was uhh hard. the band subsequently left me on read which i'm both mortified by and also can't blame them for cuz it did turn out ass. the entirety of my time after graduation was spent trying to find a job: as a non-citizen, getting into university didn't exactly seem in the books for me if i can't pay for it myself as i seriously didn't wanna put that additional stress on my parents. this was mostly fruitless as the job market is in the absolute crapper right now.

then i finally got covid after avoiding it for literally the entirely of the pandemic; the illness itself went surprisingly fine, but what came after is the actual disaster i live today. my immune system was completely destroyed and my chronic illnesses spiked. this caused me to lose the job that i did manage to get (let's go somehow below minimum wage!!!!) as i had an inflammation in my spine and was fired cuz i couldn't go into work.

right now my time is spent being sick ever since i got covid in august and also trying to get some documentation sorted. i need a citizenship and i need a disability status cuz if my health keeps on going this way i seriously can't see how i'll have a "real job" and even the measly hundred coin that the goverment can provide would be a massive help.

now this is where we circle back to one of the reasons this blog was started in the first place: being an immigrant really sucks! while yes, every day i'm grateful i'm here and not back there there are still some major fallbacks that can't exactly be ignored - mainly the fact that my current country may not want to let me in while my home country may not want to let me go. this is not something i have control over.

and speaking of my country, some big changes have been happening here that have definitely affected me hard. i mentioned in a previous textpost some long while ago that i'm no stranger to xenophobia and being stereotyped, and that has lately been blown way the hell out of proportion. PEOPLE ARE GETTING MEANER. PEOPLE ARE GETTING MORE CLOSE MINDED.

i don't really wanna disclose where i'm from in this post, i think i've mentioned it before, but if you're familiar you'll catch on.

yes, i understand this is an issue that affects all immigrants everywhere. yes i understand i'm super lucky to be where i am. but i am human and i can hurt and by god i am hurting right now. there's been a massive effort on my country's behalf to remove my first language from media; all schools that taught in my first language have been transformed to, well, not do that; there's a massive stained hole at the main train station where a sign in my first language was hanging. and i feel it. a child born here will no longer be of whatever family they belong to but they will be of the country and it hurts me.

again, i understand that this is a universal experience for migrants but to see it happen in real time is terrifying and absolutely discouraging. people see this change as a nice excuse to become absolutely horrible to those around them, and it's separating us instead of one country into two communities - "us" and "them," and i don't see the benefit. nobody i personally know sees the benefit, and yet somehow nobody who chooses to actually speak out on it seems to find this objectionable in any way at all - in fact, most outlets and spokespeople, whether they are from here or not, see this as a good thing, that those like me should just suck it up, "be more like them," that this is common sense. sure, in the vacuum of historic context, it might be, but we aren't living in history, we are living in the present and real people are affected and hurt by this. our great-great grandfathers don't give a shit. they're dead.

i'm alive and i breathe and i have a family i want to speak to and celebrate with in the way we are comfortable. i can keep moving, i can keep going, but i can't outrun my face which i feel gets more and more foreign the longer i look at it in the mirror.

all of the things above combined have been a massive strain on me psychologically and social media was seeeeeeriously the last thing on my mind. i gotta be honest i don't know WHAT force is holding me together rn but it's doing a damn good job because recently i actually started enjoying existence again. maybe it's cuz i learned not to be so depressed indoors; usually i couldn't go a few days without going outside without completely breaking down, but now sometimes i completely forget that going outside is something you Need To Do and just enjoy indoor hobbies. i know people usually say the opposite but i'm very sporty and active and enjoying being inside the whole day is kind of nuts. i've been loving my space more and more and i guess found a way to adapt my energetic nature to a constricting situation. i'm proud of myself for that too.

thanks for reading if you stuck it out this long and look forward to more drawings, hopefully.

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

Well now you’ve got me started on the ikran racing au and now I’m curious so!

Nocorro fic recs for the noob please? 😂

BESTIE finally join the dark sideee.

As I said over dms; unfortunately for you, there are better locorro (and spiri, although I really only rec one hardcore) fics then there are Nocorro. Nocorro is like a desert spot, there really aren’t any aside from a few really short but cool one shots. It's a very small fandom, and it's pretty young right now so tbh most of the fics are not very good, so it'll be a short list anyway. So, as we discussed, here are the high quality, well written Spider ship fics:

For nocorro, there really isn't much. That's why I said I've come so fucking close to writing that ikran au; because I am deeply obsessed with the nocorro parts of it. I adore that au and the ghost neteyam one honestly best of all, but the ghost Neteyam one there is slightly more content for. BUT ANYWAYS;

Upon looking up my list for this I was furious to discover one of the three well written little nocorro one shots has been deleted, so beef begun with CherryApollo (jk queen I need more of them. Actually, a03 user CherryApollo; I know ur reading these posts, or else you wouldn't have tagged that fic nocorro, huh? You said "tumblr has it's claws in me so here's some nocorro" I SEE YOU, I KNOW UR HERE. THERE'S LIKE THREE OF US USING THAT TAG, AND IT'S MOSTLY JUST ME ALONE IN THE VOID. You listen to me. I liked that fucking fic, I had it bookmarked. Give it back to me. But seriously big fan of ur work).

The two remaining fruit themed CherryApollo nocorro oneshots better be your first stop just in case this sociopath decides to take more from me, Take a Bite of the Orange (p sure I was the commenter that took offense mentioned in the notes) and Follow Me Down to the Peach Tree, which did make me want to end it all. Both under 1000 words and worth a quick read.

There is also the ghost of Guilt by thatshowthemafiaworks @undercoverpan who has written us a ghost Spider au which has never failed to make me cry each chapter. The prose is not as flawless as the other recs here, but it packs some emotional weight the others don't. I also can't even fathom where it's going as it all seems entirely hopeless which is why it makes me cry.

The only other nocorro fic I even think is worth a mention is Crop Circles by our bestie @spicymiilk. It's not done and we haven't reached any nocorro yet, but know it's coming and it's good. I get my sticky little fingers in each good Avatar fic writer and I puppeteer the content I want, just look at whats happening here.

For locorro (still a small as hell ship), we can afford to be slightly more picky and I shall give you the best of the best.

Personally I would start with the locorro bible, Bitter by Icandigelvis @oppa86oppa . All of us locorro stans have said this, but this fic started our interest in the ship for most and it caused the cultural revolution of our Spider ship community. This fic still months later lives with me 24/7, and it really is one of THE fics I've ever read of all time. It went righttt into my collection of fics to show to my MFA prof who told me to stop reading fanfiction lol, like seconds after I finished it. Then I put it in the grad school jealousy collection because it's that well formatted.

The Restless Child series by @spicymiilk is a full length novel that will take you a bit lol. I am biased as I do beta it but it's real good. I keep not anticipating turns I should anticipate, but maybe we can convince Andrei to simply let us live for a sec because the fact that it's been like two weeks in universe hit me yesterday while editing and I wanted to fall off an ikran (👀).

There is also, NATURALLY, The Thunder Answered Back by @spicymiilk. This fic crawled up my butt what I can I say. You all got to read my massive post about it, hope u enjoyed that. I was walking back from work today, listening to Back to You by Louis Tomlinson ft Bebe Rexha, in 91 degree heat and it started to thunder and simply pour rain and I was like "I am lIVING The Thunder Answered Back vibes rn, holy fuck." You know it's good writing in general when it gives you a specific vibe. Tbh, that song is that fics vibes, perhaps locorro vibes in general.

I'm only gonna rec one spiri fic for a few reasons. One, because there is a criminal lack of content for them, and two, that fic is worlds above any other spiri fics. I think it's a great starter fic for getting into Spider ships and for getting into spiri in general, just because of how detailed and in depth the world is, my god. It's basically Spider and Kiri pov switches from their childhood up until wayyy past Way of Water and until the end of all conflict with humans. Like any good canon continuation, I disagree with and I agree with a ton of @milesocorro 's interpretation. I don't particularly enjoy the way the conflict concludes, but I really adore the way Quaritch is handled. I said this before to the author, but it's my favorite Quaritch confrontation I've read yet. I have a review up for it while it was still coming out, and I said there I was obsessed with Spider's tsurak and I still fucking am. That's my fav Spider iknimaya sequence too!! Anyways, that's my repeated pitch for Please be kind, please be gentle with me .

[iamnotawomanimagod]

"being triggered isn't real" and then I literally freeze up and can't move for five minutes straight after a bad phone call with my mom lmfao

(very long venting session incoming, abusive-parent related)

I've tried to be gentle but relatively firm about what a bad idea her coming to live with us again would be, because it took three days for it to catastrophically break down last time she moved in.

but when fights get bad with her partner, she ends up calling me and basically begging to try again

I don't want to live in a triggered state 24/7. I don't want to walk on eggshells and pretend to laugh at her offensive jokes and deal with her judgmental comments and never get any time to myself ever again and always have to put my "people face" on in my own home

I don't want my husband to feel uncomfortable in his own home and not be able to stim and be goofy and carefree which is something he literally can't do in front of anyone but me

I don't want to have to move the litter box and find a new place for it, and deal with however she decides to treat Adaine that will probably piss my cat off, and I don't want to give up the room I have that is my own space and not anyone else's (other than the litter box lol)

I know people are supposed to respect their moms or whatever, but my mom put me through a lot - and I've forgiven her for a lot. but that doesn't mean I want to open myself up to new things that I will have to forgive.

she got dealt a bad hand in a lot of ways, and I really feel for her, but that generational curse worked its way down and I've done everything I can to just try to have a peaceful and safe life. and that can't happen if she's in my home. even if she magically became a totally peaceful person (unlikely) I can't just turn off my trauma response to her mild irritation and/or other perfectly normal human emotions like sadness/annoyance/bad moods etc. I will never be able to relax again.

and I'm honestly a bit bitter because she left so easily last time. I only finally caved in because she convinced me that staying in her partner's home was literally killing her, that the walls were leaking poison. she said she wouldn't last another week because of her health issues. she acted like it was a life or death situation.

but it was preferable to go back to that situation than to live with me, the last time we tried this and it felt apart. how quickly she forgets. and she ended up staying in that house for several more months, so it was never as bad as she said it was.

and I know my mom, I know that she has a really hard time admitting when she's also being shitty, and she tends to blame her partner for everything. and her partner is shitty! my mom's picker is broken! it's not my job to fix that, it never has been, but that doesn't stop her from asking me. because she doesn't have a whole lot of other options if she and her partner do split up. she has no income, no money of her own, no other options for housing. I get that she's in a shitty situation, so I don't feel great about trying to be firm with this boundary.

anyway when I said I'd have to think about it, because it went so poorly last time, she hung up on me. and I know I hurt her and I know she's scared, but that reaction also really doesn't bode well for general communication in a situation where she did move in.

the last time this happened and I agreed to it, it was because the topic kept coming up during really difficult moments for her (just like today's phone call) and I felt like I couldn't say no. and then I tried to delay it as much as possible, and that's when she hit me with the "this is killing me" line. it was a choice made out of desperation, not a well-planned one made in moments of rational calm.

I really wish we'd gotten a two-bedroom or a one-bedroom now.

she hasn't called me back or texted me. it's been like thirty minutes. I'm supposed to go see her tomorrow. not sure if I want to, tbh.