#not gonna lie i barely ever edit my writing

[ken-jaku]

pretty nose, pretty boy. zayne from love and deepspace

there's a huge chance my phone may have distorted the quality to make it look like he has a dorsal hump but idc! i like the idea of it sm that im gonna lie to myself!

content warnings. suggestive content (smut), pussydrunk!zayne, both fem!reader and zayne are virgins, fingering, oral via face riding, zayne has a dorsal hump, semi!public sex (at akso hospital for the plot😼). vague mentions of zayne's asphyxiation kink, brief mentions of pining, nervous/anxious reader. verbal consent (zayne strictly wants words, no hums or nods). zayne is naturally dominant in this... idk what came over me. overstimulation. cumming right after an orgasm cause "love knows no bounds" :D mention of jealousy towards rafayel. reader has doctor/patient kink? all this on the first day of dating is crazyyy shit writing, haven't published anything since 2016 and that was a 5 chapter, 300 words each, wattpad story on hanahaki💀 huge chance i might edit this again later

word count. 5.09k words

"zayne?" your words are almost like a whisper as you squirm on the couch, impatience and anxiety riddling you as you can't wait to get dinner and execute your plan of either a.) finally getting a longer kiss compared to the two-second one you had earlier or b.) getting said kiss and have him hang out for a few more minutes after he walks you to your apartment. your boyfriend of just a few hours, which still feels rather unreal, sat across the room from you, hard at work. his long, scarred fingers tap away at the keyboard before him. a soft, short hum leaves his lips in acknowledgement of you.

said hum goes, unintentionally, ignored as you couldn't stop staring at him. the way his long eyelashes gently graced his lids, his nose twitching ever so slightly to shift his glasses as he focused on the computer screen. his beauty- his very being was captivating.

you never noticed it before but his nose had a small, almost unnoticeable, dorsal hump. soon enough, your mind went where no one's should be, especially on the day you confess and start dating. you wanted to fuck his face, plain and simple. sure, it was a bit too soon to have those thoughts but, really. who cares? you cuffed a pretty man with a pretty nose- you just can't help yourself!

"are you alive over there?" your physician's monotone voice almost makes you jump, "you've been staring at me for quite a while," his voice now laced with faux concern, "i couldn't get your attention for almost a minute."

you clear your throat, smoothing out your dress as you stand up. your fingers picked at each other as you got closer to him. zayne's mind drifts briefly from the task at hand as he watches you through the corner of his eyes, taking in the long silk sundress you chose to wear. the dress hugged all the right places and was quite flattering on you. for it to be the first formal piece of attire he'd see on you- it was like a blessing.

"when are we gonna leave? our reservation's in thirty minutes." you sigh, leaning over his desk and taking a peek at his computer before ultimately resting your head on the wooden surface, staring at his hands as the unfamiliar terms and long words on the screen annoyed you to no end.

"soon, my love, and stop hurting yourself. we won't be late." he places his left hand in yours, eyes not leaving the screen before him as he holds his breath in your presence. that was the end of it. you knew him well enough to know that. your begging would only result in the same monotone voice, the only difference being the almost unnoticeable annoyance that laced his words. it made no sense to fight back. you struggle not to release another sigh, your eyes never leaving the handsome man in front of you.

well, at least he has his beauty going for him despite being strict.

your hand reaches up to his face, delicately tracing the lines of his nose, following the curve of his high nose bridge upwards with your finger. just as you barely tilt his glasses, he stops you— his large, cold hand gripping your wrist. the interaction sends shivers down your spine as his eyes stare into yours with an intensity that leaves you wanting.

zayne finally lets out a breath, "is there something on my face for you to be staring at it for so long? the more you distract me, the longer this will take." your nickname follows— the word leaving his mouth sweetly in comparison to the others.

a murmur leaves your pretty, glossy lips, having swiped your tongue over them one too many times in the past three minutes, "you just have a pretty nose..." you trail off.

your physician tilts his head, eyes never leaving your face as he reads your body language. you were nervous- that was obvious but you were also hiding something, "what do you like about it?"

your cheeks feel warm and you find yourself averting his gaze as your head leaves the desk, the area now occupied with your elbows, "you have a dorsal hump."

he hums, "that i do... is that all you like?" your breath hitches and you cross your legs.

planting your palms on the wooden surface, you quickly attempt to rise from the desk only to find yourself being pulled back into place. zayne had dragged you back to him with the same singular hand that gripped your wrist. he was enjoying this, you could tell. it was never in his nature to pry so deeply even when it pertained to him so to see him show his true colours the day you begin dating...

"zayne..."

"come here." he hoarsely whispers as he stands up, taking a step closer to you before pulling you towards him, closing the distance between you two. his hand finally lets go of your wrist, opting to place both of them at the sides of your body, resting them on the desk behind you. you feel yourself leaning further against the table as he gets closer, until eventually, you find yourself almost sitting on it. he had you trapped.

zayne sighs, his head now resting on your shoulder as you eye the way his hand moves. just barely brushing your hip, he slides his hand down from your lower arm into your palm. one thing about zayne: he frequently has dreams about you- perverted ones at that. he was never proud of them but, god, did he indulge in them whenever they came along. you'd walk around the hospital every week, clueless about how he wished to secretly take you, not in front of everyone, though- he wants it to be away from prying eyes, but never prying ears.

while roaming akso and attending to duties, he'd regularly spot you in the corner of his eye- he doesn't like to admit it but he does make an attempt to cross paths with you at least once before seeing you in his office when you come for appointments. in your little skirt, you'd bend down to receive the same drink from the same secluded vending machine- the plush of your thighs on display for him to see. the sight would always leave his throat dry as he either speaks to you, forcing himself to let go of all the lewd thoughts and have a proper conversation, or he turns around quickly, as if he'd committed a sin, only to come back to that very same area every two weeks to commit the same act.

sometimes, just as he's about to address you, he hears your friend calling out to you with a sulky demeanour. it was always that same friend named rafayel too, never anyone different. deep down, he wishes for that kid to stop clinging to you like a lost puppy, showing up at akso, begging for your attention as he claims he fell down the stairs or got a cramp in his finger. he also occupies a hospital bed from time to time by admitting himself when he really doesn't need to but that's the least of zayne's grievances with him. zayne's always dreamed of wanting everyone, especially rafayel, to know you're his. and now that you two are dating, he's one step closer to said desire.

you feel two pecks on your shoulder blade and one on your palm. he brings your hand up to cup his cheek, "tell me what else you like about my nose, (name)." his tone was more commanding than anything, seemingly laced with jealousy and annoyance- not towards you, of course- never towards you. he'd never spoken to you that way before but, god, do you like it.

you watch as his fingers graze yours softly, his eyes only ever leaving yours when he closes them, revelling in the warmth your hand brings his cold, freezing body.

"i... " you feel his knee grazing your thigh as you try to spit something out.

"you can say it. no matter how vile and vulgar your thoughts may be... i want you to say it," after reassuring you, he asks once more, "what else do you like about my nose, (name)?"

a soft gasp leaves your lips as you feel his knee push further up your dress, "say it," he whispers, his lips now grazing your ear as his hand reaches for the back of your neck.

"i love how easy it looks to ride, zayne, fuck-" your words get muffled as zayne kisses you intensely. the feeling has you dizzy as the farthest you've gotten were the pecks initiated by you earlier that day and the ones he initiated just a few minutes ago.

his other hand grips your waist tightly as he presses himself into you further, his hands now the only thing keeping you from falling back onto the table. with the way he handled you, it was like he couldn't get enough. your very scent allured him.

"is this okay?" his lips withdraw yours as he begins leaves pecks on your cheek and neck as he awaited your response.

a nod and hum left you as you stared at the windows, looking at the reflection and taking pleasure in the way he kissed your body. but he stops.

as you were about to turn to him and ask what was wrong, a strict stare was all it took. his brownish-green eyes pierced into yours in the reflection of the glass. his eyebrows raised as he waited for something from you. he wanted words. he needed to hear, through proper verbal communication, that you wanted this.

"yeah..." you sound almost breathless facing him, "yeah, i wanna do this."

a small smile reaches his lips before he kisses you again. more deeply, more lovingly. he was relishing in your very being. the girl who he'd pined for was finally his after fifteen long years.

the hand gripping your hip would soon spread around your waist as the other rested on the fabric covering your thigh—a fabric that he would push up in annoyance as he needed to feel you bare.

his thumb would involuntarily twitch, grazing and pushing at your cunt as he squeezed and rubbed the plush of your inner thigh, the cold pressure being felt through the sheer panties you wore had you shivering.

"zayne.." your impatience was getting the best of you and zayne could see it. he chuckles as he bunches your silky sundress up at your waist and hooks his long pointer and index fingers around the last piece of fabric that bars you from him- teasing him with the dampness that left it looking a deeper colour than usual.

before he can ask, you give him the confirmation he needs, raising your hips, "take it off... please?"

he obeys, a little too willingly as if his patience was also wearing thin, and a soft 'fuck' leaves his lips as he stares at your dripping cunt, the vulgar word shocks the both of you.

he can only chuckle as he eyes the dress straps that had fallen off your shoulder, "the things you do to me." ever so slowly, his cold hands push the straps further down, pulling your arms from out of it. your breasts were now on display for him as the dress slid down, grazing your sensitive nipples in the process and stopping at your diaphragm.

you look away, gnawing on your lip. it set a weird feeling in your stomach knowing he was fully dressed in his doctorly attire while you were bare, exposed for him to see- for him to examine. you feel his hand rest back on your cunt, the other hand grasping your chin to look at him. he wasn't overly rough but the hold was quite strong and decisive. every breath and movement from zayne exuded dominance.

"don't hide from me, pretty girl, you know better than that." the pet name has you shuddering, paired with the fact that he began to gently prod at your entrance with his index finger before allowing you to suck him in completely, his thumb softly touching your clit occasionally as he inspects you.

his lips find yours once more, his tongue prodding your mouth and you can't help but whine at the feeling as he slowly introduces another finger. with every touch from him, you feel your breath leaving and your hands gripping harshly at the edges of the tables, almost piercing your skin.

zayne eventually touches something. something that leaves you even wetter than before. his fingers prodded and rubbed at you- at that spongy spot in your cunt that's been begging to be touched by him for a while.

"oh, wait- fuck!" you break the kiss as an involuntary hiccup leaves you. zayne grunts in annoyance, pushing lips back onto yours in an instant- his fingers increasing in momentum as he targets that pleasurable spot.

you find yourself sliding off the edge of the table as your body trembles with every thrust. despite still gripping the table, you almost collapse onto your knees if not for the man in front of you catching you. all while holding you, zayne doesn't let up- the squelching sounds your wet entrance makes flood the room, fueling him to keep going. he was so hell-bent on making you cum one way or another.

"c'mon, be a good girl for me. do this one thing for me 'n i'll let you ride my face. c'mon pretty girl." you couldn't see his eyes anymore. his fringes covered them as he looked down at your cunt, taking in the lewd noises that followed with every thrust of his finger and the clear, wet mess that started to drip down your thighs.

you can't help but nod, "anyth-ing for you." the abuse on your cunt and the way his mouth kisses at your nipples and sternum were taking your breath away. he was touching at all the right spots at all the right times.

your head throws itself back as the increasing pressure builds up in your stomach and you can't help but hold his wrist in an attempt to try and push him off of you. zayne, still, is relentless in his actions but he does raise his head to read your expressions and listen to your mumbled, repetitive 'yes's affirming him of how badly you want it.

"gonna cum. gonna cum, please lemme cum." you repeat over and over again as your nails dig crescent moon shapes into your lover's lower arm.

zayne chuckles, his fingers continuing at the same pace, never ceasing, "you can come whenever you want to, lovely. your hand is what's pushing me away."

your eyes shut tightly as the orgasmic feeling washes over you, basking in the complete and utter loss of the control you have over your body. you feel your eyes roll into into the back of your head behind your lids and your mouth parts as broken, whiny moans leave your lips. your lover smiles as he feels your walls spasm, clamping around his fingers repeatedly, harmonious with the way your thighs shiver.

you come down from your high rather slowly and zayne lifts you up, helping you move closer to the couch while you try to get your eyes to focus and attempt to beat the fatigue washing over you.

"you said you wanted to ride me, hmm?" zayne hums, itching in anticipation unbeknownst to you. you nod a bit nervously as you try to catch your breath, watching as he sits down and brings you to him by your waist, bunching your dress at your hips in the process. your cunt was almost lined up with his mouth.

"zayne, wait. i think i'm still s-ensitive," you say between gasps as you feel his breath fanning out onto your clit.

a hum leaves his lips and he looks at his watch briefly, "i don't think we have that much time, my love. it'll feel good, i promise. but if you want, we can wait until later tonight?" he kisses your thigh. there was no way in hell you were going to 'wait until later tonight.' the ache in your cunt from the anticipation would be too much for you to handle.

"hmm, it's okay..." you shake your head as you whisper tiredly, the post-orgasm drowsiness hitting you hard. he smiles as he lays down, taking you by the hand and leading your body closer to his face. his hands reach up towards his glasses. daintily holding them by the frame, he slips them off his face to place them on the glass table to the side of you.

the sight makes you pout and zayne, being zayne, catches it.

"what? do you also like my glasses too?" he smirks, bringing your hips to lay on him. you nod as you hesitantly let yourself be guided onto his chest.

"and when you get too rough and you break them, what then?" he questions, sass lacing his tone while his eyes focus on your cunt, watching it drip all your cum all over his shirt. the fact that he said 'when' and not 'if' had your body twitching. still, annoyance riddles your body and you roll your eyes. he's always ten steps ahead of you.

“ugh.. you’re so…” you’re at a loss for words and zayne can’t help but smile at your reaction.

he grips your hips roughly pulling you up to his face, "hmm...that's enough banter for now. don't be shy. 'm gonna ease you into it. and yes...i'll be fine, i promise."

with the constant reassurance, you build up enough courage to sit on him and almost immediately does his tongue find your clit, occasionally tracing around your labia and prodding your entrance.

"ha— zayne. wait!" a high-pitched strangled moan leaves your lips and the man grunts under you as your body lifts itself off of him in shock. zayne feels his eyes almost roll into the back of his head as he briefly catches a glimpse of how your pretty, puffy cunt pulsates around absolutely nothing. as he comes to his senses, his arms quickly lock around your legs, bringing you back down and keeping you in your rightful place— on top of him.

your moans get louder and louder and soon enough zayne finds himself humming satisfyingly into you, sending vibrations all throughout. to hear your cries of pleasure just from this, alone? while you tasted so good? zayne was in his own icy wonderland.

"waited years for this pussy and it's finally mine." he mumbles deliriously, and you nod, "all your— hmpf, fuck, all yours." he was fucking insatiable, arms tightening around your thighs as he forced you to press further down onto him. tears start to well in your eyes.

at this rate, zayne's cock was harder than ever before and you, yourself, notice that as you lean back, palm accidentally pressing down onto his erection, touching on the bounds of both pain and pleasure for him. a soft moan leaves him as he takes his mouth off of you for a moment, thick cock throbbing with want.

"wait," he says between shallow gasps for air, "not yet. i just want to focus on you right now... can you let me do that?" you nod and he slaps your thigh, which quickly has your spurting out multiple 'yes's in an apologetic tone.

you feel your body lifting to which you whine, tears falling in thick globs as you unconsciously hump the air for some needed friction, your pussy once again clamping around nothing, as you assume some sort of punishment was about to begin.

zayne watches you amusingly. it was quite a pathetic sight- one he loved, don't get him wrong but the thoughts that flowed into his mind weren't nice— slapping your ass, pinching your thigh or edging you every time you forgot to properly address him, tears falling down your face as you apologize and pout, begging to be fucked. god, he could feel his cock twitch in his pants.

it was the first official day of dating, though, so he wanted to cut you some slack and slowly ease you into things.

he finally puts you back down- noticeably, a bit further up his face. his arms lock you back in place, preparing himself in case you decide to run away from him again.

if anything, he'll ease you into things by forcing you to fuck yourself one orgasm into the other on his face.

"ride my face. fuck yourself using my nose." those words have your cunt spasming as you don't hesitate to listen to him.

your body jerks slowly as you ground down on him, his tall nose repeatedly tapping and prodding at your clit. zayne doesn't hesitate to continue his past ministrations, his tongue flat against you, sliding across your folds with every thrust from you.

"z-zayne. fuck." you moan as you grip the couch's arm for dear life, your body unconsciously speeding up as you look at the boy beneath you sitting so still and pretty for you with his eye half-lidded as his mouth softly parted. and, of course, the stimulation from his nose was just not helping.

zayne was drenched, soaked with your juices and he wouldn't let up. air lessened with each breath for him but he didn't care. in fact, he pushed his head further up into you. he loved it. he loved drowning in you.

"would love to have you sit on my face more often," he murmurs to himself as he feels your fingers entangle themselves in his hair, thighs locking and trembling around his head from the vibrations. zayne pushes his head up into your cunt even further, the hump on his hose throwing you for a loop.

"zayne. zay—fuck, fuck. oh, god!" you just couldn't get his name out of your mouth. it's as if he was currently conditioning you to focus on him— to know only him in this moment. he smiles, "it's alright, you can cum, baby. no one's stopping you. get off on my nose and mouth, baby. that's it." the sounds his face created with your pussy were oh, so lewd. it filled the entire room as your physician acted like you were a cup of fresh water waiting for him after he stayed in the sahara for a little too long.

soft whimpers leave your lips as you feel yourself sobbing. the pressure building up was too intense.

"come on, give it to me." the man under you grunts as he feels his dick twitch incessantly. no matter how badly he wanted to, zayne just couldn't resist palming himself. his tongue continues to fuck you sloppily, relishing in the act as he lapped up the savoury, dripping cum from you and spit from him like a dog. all while he played with your nipples, either groping, slightly grazing, or circling them. you name it.

you feel your legs thrash as a loud moan rips from your throat before you even realize what's coming. your body can't stop shaking and all you see is white yet zayne doesn't stop eating you out, his lips now encircling your clit and as he grips your legs even stronger, forcing you to relish in the harsh suction and vibrations as he moans along with you from the sight of you before him.

you squirt all over him, short bursts leaving your cunt to shower the man under you. the shock and embarrassment don't even last long as a gasp in pleasure leaves you- zayne was still on you, eyes closed as he lapped up every last drop you had offered him. he realized you came, his dick leaking pre-cum and twitching from the fact, but never truly processed it, fucking you through your orgasm and into the next one while not taking into account your sensitivity. you had no time to catch your breath.

"h—hey. wait... zayne!" you squirm. he hums unconsciously as he digs himself further into your cunt, overstimulating you with the flicks of his tongue. it's as if he can't stop. it's as if can't hear you. or maybe he just doesn't want to hear you.

"no more! hmphf— shit!" you repeatedly tap his shoulder as you continue to shake, your hips unconsciously still grinding into his face while your upper body rocks with sensitivity, nipples harder than ever and goosebumps riddling your skin. your thighs were practically squeezing his head now.

"one more for me baby, one more. please. just one more for me." zayne murmurs as he gasps for air. he looks as if he's lost his mind. his hair is dishevelled, with some parts of his fringes sticking up while the rest just barely covers his eyes. he really looks like a pervert that came straight out of a hentai in the moment. it was quite a sight.

the longer you stare, the more he looks blurry- your vision was becoming obscured, your senses simultaneously heightening as a result while the pressure in your tummy begins to build once more.

"hng— zayne, 'm gonna cum!" you sob, voice booming throughout the entire office as you feel yourself twitch, overstimulation ravaging your body. zayne's nails dig further into your hips, breaking skin, and the sharp pain allows you to finally let go. your back arches as your orgasm engulfs you, cum squirting out of you in bursts smaller yet more powerful than earlier.

"oh fuck—" a low, cracked whine leaves your boyfriend, his neck arching as he struggles to contain himself from quivering. his body shudders as he gently kisses your cunt and thighs. a fucked out look paints his face as he tries to catch his breath, his hand softly rubbing your waist in an attempt to calm you— and himself— down as he feels unusually lightheaded.

silence follows for a bit as you come down from your high and push yourself off of your lover's face who seemed very quiet—and not the usual quiet. there was something different about the air. hesitantly, you sit on his chest.

"zayne," you whisper nervously, "are you okay?"

zayne clears his throat, blinking harshly at the ceiling with his chest still heaving as his ears and cheeks are dusted red- his pretty mouth red, swollen and glistening with you. he swallows, avoiding eye contact with you as he tries to collect himself. you've never seen him like this... so shy, so embarrassed.

the silence that follows as your question goes unanswered causes anxiety to riddle through you, "did i do something wron-" "no," he interrupts not wanting to upset you in any way, "just... a minor miscalculation."

feeling relaxed, you push yourself down further onto his waist in an attempt to lay on top of him, "a minor miscalculation? what-"

oh.

you're shocked... and flattered as you feel a deeply soaked wet spot on his pants.

"i was too distracted and forgot about resisting my orgasm," he murmurs, not making eye contact. you smile, "hmm, i can tell. but don't be embarrassed, zayne. i find it a little hot... well, very hot." you chuckle. the reassurance was nice but, truth be told, he wanted his first load with you to be inside your glistening cunt, with you begging and pleading with him to give it to you, just like in his dreams.

one side of his lip curls up slightly, "i still can't believe i orgasmed untouched. though, this is my first time so i suppose it's not unusual."

just as you're about to lay on his chest, your body jerks upwards, "wait, what? you're a virgin, too? how'd you even know to do all th-"

"human anatomy," he interrupts, "being a surgeon, your physician and your boyfriend- it's quite necessary. and though i don't watch, a common assumption would be pornography."

embarrassment riddles your face and you mentally berate yourself for asking a stupid question as he kisses you, "... and i may have read some forums." his tone was soft and wispy, almost slipping past your ears. curiosity runs through you as you look up past his head at the computer. oh, that search history needed to be investigated.

"don't even think about it. i have a computer for work and another for personal use." he rolls his eyes.

gently, he lifts you from his waist and places you onto the couch just as he rises from it. he begins unbuttoning the cuffs of his dress shirt, wiping your cum residue from off his face onto the sleeves, "relax a bit. you need to come down from your high. we shouldn't miss the reservation if we leave in a minute... or three."

"wait, what about your work?"

zayne stops untying his tie to look at you. his head tilts and his eyebrow raises in the most comical way possible as if to say 'you can't be serious right now.'

"okay, fair. and.. your clothes? do you have an extra pair?" the moment you close your mouth you see zayne open a large closet filled with various button-ups and dress pants for varying occasions. as you take a closer look, you notice that they're organized by gradient and paired. not a single piece of clothing was out of place.

it was your turn to give him 'the look' as you scanned the closet before pointing at a paired outfit, a black turtleneck with matching dress pants. looking in that direction, zayne nods, taking the clothes from out the storage unit and undressing himself.

you feel your cheeks warm as you catch a glimpse of his bare back. you have yet to see him undressed and, to be honest, you don't want it to be now considering the two of you had plans after dinner. the sooner you fix your clothes the faster that time will arrive so that's what you do.

looking away, you notice something is missing- your panties. you quietly search for your underwear and it's nowhere to be seen. you scan the concrete floor and the velvet couches before directing your attention to the akso employee, only to catch him pushing sheer material into his pocket in silence just as you were about to query the fabric's whereabouts.

the two of you make eye contact once more. his face holds no emotion but he does turn around rather quickly, blush blooming at his ears once again as he looks at his computer before closing it and gathering the rest of his belongings.

note(s)💀. no one can come for me about the dorsal hump cause i found someone that happens to think the same thoughts as me! also i just finished day 2 of the valentine event??? zayne may have a sensitive neck ??? or am i just delusional??? + fav zayne edit if u care😼 also if i forgot something in the warnings plz dont hesitate to tell me! + i would love constructive crisitism just be nice abeg.

[luwritesomething]

HEY I KNOW YOUR WORKING IN MY OTHER REQUEST RN BUT HEADCANNONS ON WHAT DATING RANDY WOULD LOOK LIKE KINDA LIKE AN EXTENSION ON THE CUDDLING HEADCANNONS YOU JUST DID 🤩🤩🤩🤩

Randy Meeks Heacanons: Dating Randy would include.

Warnings: Swearing lol, probably typos or bad constructed english

Edited?: Like always, no.

Reader's pronouns: Not stated, gender neautral.

Summary: Dating Randy headcanons!!

Author's note: RANDYYYYYYYYYYYY not enough works for him, so i gotta keep up with his requests. also kudos to alex for requesting constantly with great ideas :) i had so much fun making these.

criticism, comments and reblogs are always appreciated! requests are open, especially for scream! hit that anon button and tell me your ideas. in the scream fandom, i write for billy loomis, stu macher, randy meeks, tatum riley, sidney prescott, mickey altieri, kirby reid, chad meeks martin, mindy meeks martin, tara carpenter, anika kayoko and laura crane.

a lot of forehead kisses

cheek kisses too

he just looks like the type. he's gotta go to class? have a cheek kiss. you're meeting up? cheek kiss. you made him laugh? cheek kiss. going to sleep? cheek kiss. whatever, cheek kiss.

him being rather shy at the beginning of your relationship, but growing bolder as the time passes.

holding hands!!!! he loves holding hands. he actually blushed the first time you guys held hands, he's that cute.

getting along with his little sister martha!!! even teaming up against him with her lmao.

lots of dates, and a lot around getting food/eating/cooking/going to restaurants.

but i'm also not gonna lie, movies and dates are a big deal.

movie marathons! movie nights! going to the theater!

cuddling with randy (headcanons here)

you better not like guilty pleasure movies too much because if he has to cinematically roast you HE WILL.

learning a lot about movies and cinematography because he doesn't shut the fuck up.

but it's not like you want him to shut up like, ever.

competing to see who can insult people more 'culturally'

(like homo-repressed mama's boy, creepy tarantino film student, leatherface, pussy ass-wet-rag)

he likes dancing with you and will do so with absolutely every excuse he can think of.

the kind to get drunk, flirt with you and get really sad when you tell him you have a very loving boyfriend (he doesn't realize that's him)

really sweet

if he ever meets your parents, he'll most probably win them over. he's still walking on eggshells around them.

compliments you/what you're wearing every single day.

even if it's just your socks, he always says something nice to you.

he's so greatful to have you.

the type to walk out of arguments when things get heated, before any of you can say anything you'd regret.

he adores you, he could listen to every single thing you say for the rest of his life.

randy doesn't care if you're just talking about your favorite type of pen, he'll listen like you're trusting him with the secrets of the universe.

he remembers a lot of little details because of this.

call him 'pretty boy' and he'll be yours forever.

not a cheater :) (THE BARE MINIMUM---)

he rarely ever lies to you. he'd let you go down to the basement with him in a horror movie, and that's a shit lot of trust.

quotes different romantic dialogues from different movies, but it's always at the most unexpected/worst timing.

he's so goofy i love him.

always making sure you're okay, no matter where you at. it doesn't have to be a frat party for him to worry about your well-being

randy walks you everywhere, no matter how impractical that can be.

especially at night. he doesn't want you to go out alone when it's dark.

overall, he's a really good boyfriend, although i'm not getting involved with the angsty stuff.

[spiritsglade]

for that dvd commentary ask thing, from the latest fic!!

He knows how he managed it, this time, but it still doesn't feel real. His limbs are numb and he can barely hear the clack of the teeth in his mouth, clattering against each other. The winter air burns in his lungs and with every breath it's like he can feel his body a little less.

He looks up at the stars. He thinks maybe if he knew the constellations, he'd have figured it out earlier. They move throughout the year, don't they?

So what if he doesn't know? What if he died again? He's alive now, Bruce is coming, and the sky above is the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

for context, this is about my fic redux.

i wrote the first draft of this entire fic on the notes app of my phone at a christmas house party thing on… i want to say the 21st? i was very close to deleting the entire second half of the fic after the divider, and ending the first on something similar to that last little line ("the sky above is the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.") the only reason i kept it was literally just because i already shoved too many immortal jason todd foreshadowing bits into the first half and having them there without any payoff felt silly. but it was supposed no bruce, no batfam at all!! because the core of what i wanted to communicate with the fic was really captured in an earlier line: "He doesn't remember this part last time, the part where he's here and alive and the world feels impossibly open." [yes i was heavily considering cutting the superhero rpf. i will gladly kill my darlings!! (unfortunately this is a lie, seeing as i caved in the end.)]

because last time breaking out of the grave was only the beginning of jason todd's journey through hell. the hospital, the convalescent home, the streets, league training lazarus pit etc. there's a very frenetic energy to his first resurrection? he keeps going and going and going. time keeps slipping by he's catatonic and then he's fueled by rage, the entire timeline is filled in from retrospect. when under the hood first came out, it did not fucking matter how he came back to life, it only mattered that he came back (and came back wrong). which is to say, jason never got the chance to just. revel in being alive again? we're too busy playing out his revenge tragedy. he never had a moment where he could appreciate everything being alive offers that the nothingness of death does not. zero opportunity to sit and breathe. and i wanted to give him that.

that was, at conception, the point of the fic. i feel like it's a little weakened because now instead it's about bruce fucking wayne again but whatever i'll get over it.

okay a break down of the lines:

He knows how he managed it, this time, but it still doesn't feel real.

i'm gonna be for real, this is here because him being able to break out of a professional, expensive hardwood coffin six feet under while it's RAINING and he has FRESH injuries from the crowbar + explosion? literally fucking impossible. realistically he would have asphyxiated in there again within an hour and superboy punching the universe would have changed absolutely nothing. jason doesn't know how he managed to crawl out of his grave last time. the author doesn't know, either. but it makes sense how he managed it this time!!! i did my research!!

it does not feel real because it's still taking him time to process that he died again + probably the hypothermia's playing a part in that.

His limbs are numb and he can barely hear the clack of the teeth in his mouth, clattering against each other. The winter air burns in his lungs and with every breath it's like he can feel his body a little less.

Just descriptions of him being cold <3 and dying of hypothermia <3 i really enjoy descriptive writing. i probably could have edited it further to improve the flow of the sentences but. yeagh. cold air hurts my throat so bad it's upsetting.

He looks up at the stars. He thinks maybe if he knew the constellations, he'd have figured it out earlier. They move throughout the year, don't they?

jason does not know his constellations propaganda. i just think this city boy should get to witness the sky a little more often!! i don't know if you've seen those photos of how the sky looks with zero light pollution. personally, i will believe that's how it looks when i see it with my own two eyes. in the meantime, even my suburban hell has a pretty sky that is leagues better than what you'd get in pollution central.

So what if he doesn't know? What if he died again? He's alive now, Bruce is coming, and the sky above is the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

this is feeding back into the original point of the fic. he wasn't alive before, sure but he is now!! live in the moment and appreciate it!

bruce is coming because i cannot fucking escape this asshole. if i write about jason he's always there hovering on the peripheral until i am forced to acknowledge him.

(sidenote: this is why he and jason have a face to face meeting in lies of omission ch.7 instead of the original plan, which would have saved any sort of confrontation between them for chapter like… 20. bruce just demands space. he's so annoying. go away.)

anyway this fic is pro-batfam and pro-bruce, which means! bruce coming is a good thing! it's a change to the ending of his death [bruce was too late] and his first resurrection [all the near misses that prevented bruce from finding him]. like in some ways this is meant to be an opposite thesis to then batman kills his son. if you squint. this time bruce will be here when jason needs him!!

i could not fit it in easily so i gave up, but bruce here has been forcibly benched in the cave, stuck running comms, due to injury. that's why it takes him all of 2 seconds to get on a batplane directly to jason's location.

and again stars are pretty propaganda. like guys i am so serious go out and look at the sky. i am an unironic 'do you like the color of the sky' post liker. i like that post so fucking much. you don't understand. the sky. guys. it can be blue and orange and pink and yellow and the stars and there are so many different kinds of clouds i don't think you understand how gorgeous it can be and and- gets shot

anyway.

this fic is a second resurrection for jason, one that is different from the first in every way that matters.

bruce wayne also had a support system this time so he didn't fall the fuck apart like the last time jason died <3 i didn't really have an exact figure in mind for how long jason's been dead but it's somewhere between 3-6 months. from their perspective, he straight up disappeared after a fight, so there's this weird mix of thinking he's dead but holding out hope that he'll come back. the grief is still very much present but they've managed to hold themselves together because they have each other! waves my hands around vaguely can you see where the title came from.

hm. in conclusion. being alive is pretty awesome. i recommend.

[enter-sandmann]

Ozzie's Rule's for Request's

| Masterlist | Information | Taglist |

| Events 🎉 | Draft's |

Yes I know, this ain't an actual post but I need to get this stuff down really quick and it'll be fine, no more and I can focus on writing and requests! (I'm insane about organization okay?)

— Welcome again, this page is for ALL the rules I'll have for submissions, asks and requests on this blog. See THIS link for the triggering/dark content that I allow (which will constantly be updated). This is just more specific to what exactly I'll accept!

This is also where you'll find some information on post scheduling, post updates and editing, things like that.

How do I request?

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— Well I don't exactly have anything specific to be said that I will respond to, all i ask is that it's cohesive (though I understand if English is a second hand language) and I'm referred to as Ozzie!

|| ❗I can't say this enough— this blog is only for yandere content, so it will automatically default to it, so fluff or comfort is always gonna be a lie or non-existent because this is on the more disturbing side of this trope...

However I do ask for a little bit of substance, like a plot to follow or an idea/prompt. It's already hard enough whacking my brain for ideas, id love to see your guy's scenarios, and I'd love to bring them to life!

Also if the kind of reader is left unspecific, I will usually default write it as gender neutral with some female coding. Ofc.

Though, I won't do repeat subjects, unless it's with different characters or a different circumstance. I won't do it.

And as always, I don't have anonymous as an option. Because I like to make sure that minors aren't requesting this as to not allow immature audiences to interact! As always considering the nature of this blog.

|| It does take a while for me to write anything, especially with all the research and planning that goes into even a small fic, so please be patient as I also have bouts of severe writers block... So bare with me and I WILL get to it eventually... Mostly around weekends will I post or have it qued

What can I request?

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— Subject wise? Almost anything!

Though I am very picky about some things. So I'll list them in bullets down below!

(Will be updated a lot)

―― Request outlines; Things I accept! (See the Taglist for content warnings)

• Poly/Harem/Reverse Harems/Vs ect. Is allowed (Vs as in character vs character).

• Any kind of reader insert (I.E Trans, queer, male, female, gender neutral ect)

• You can request as many characters as you want. Although it may be split into multiple one-shots and maybe turned into a series if it's long enough...

• Be as freaky, disturbing and down as bad as you want! This is a judgement free zone after all. I'm here to listen to all of your ideas and try to make it happen!

• Art of series' or one-shots is fantastic! If that ever happens... BUT it would mean the world to me!

―― Request Outlines; Things I DO NOT allow/Won't write for

• I won't write for Yandere Readers. Plain and simple.

•Also I will only write for human readers and human characters. As I write more on the realistic side(that's why I enjoy Batman so much). The only thing I'll accept is ghosts, yet that's even loose... (That includes nekos and hybrids, unless the reader is described to be a mutant or has some kind of superpowers)

• No overly descriptive readers, ones where it's practically an OC. Mainly because I want everyone to enjoy the majority of my fics. Unless that is the point.

• Again there's some topics I draw the line at, see my Taglist to know which ones I won't accept and which ones I do.

―― (will be updated)

What about events?

— Whenever I want to do an event, personally created or not, just at the top of the ask about the event. Put the event name, examples like;

|| — Kinktober/Christmas/Ect — Rest of the ask

This is so I'll know off the bat about what you're asking about! Polls are around the same thing as they'll also have their own special tag!

Can I be tagged in fics?

— Yes you can!

Either go to my list of drafts and request there, or if it's already posted, and another part is coming out (series, one-shot) you may ask about it or submit your request to be tagged at the bottom of the post!

I believe that may be it, for now at least.

— Love Ozzie ♥️

[bunnysdaydreams]

-This hit me before I could fall asleep-

Pairings: Junkerqueen x Fem!Reader

NSFW

Porn no plot

Warnings; Oral, Strap On, Knot, Nicknames, Dom Junkerqueen/Odessa Stone, insecure reader, a bush, inappropriate joke

I’m in deep trouble

I could feel her glare on my bare back, the hairs on the back of my neck stand to a point

“Dez?”

She huffs out irritably

“It’s your Queen, baby girl”

A whimper leaves my throat and my thighs clench together

“M-My Queen, how…how long should I stare into the mirror”

She clicks her tongue as we make eye contact in the reflective glass

“When I command you, so turn your ass around baby. Your Queen demands it”

I turn around and see my beautiful girlfriend stark naked with her favorite strap on, she calls it ben dover

It’s 7 inches and pretty thick, a coned tip with scales going down the bottom of the shaft, and at the end of it is a knot one that will fit nicely but won’t hurt

It’s a mix of colors, a deep blue; like the blue in your Queens hair, with dark indigo marks around it

“You’re gonna lie on that bed for me, and you’re gonna take what I give you, got it doll”

Heat pools in my gut as I nod my head

My hot body lays on the cool blanket, the anticipation has my finger tips twitching

Junkerqueen walks over to the foot of the bed and gets on her knees

She grabs both of my legs and pulls me towards her face

“God look at this precious pussy. Hey Baby have you ever heard of an Australian kiss?”

My face heats as her breath fans on my bottom lips

Not really hearing what she said I shake my head

“N-no what is it”

Junkerqueen’s lips curl into a wolffish grin

“It’s like a French kiss, but it’s down unda”

A wave of anxiety hits me

My hair

“W-wait”

Her face stops inches before it’s destination

“What’s a matter”

Her voice laced with seriousness yet is still comforting

I curl and uncurl my fists softly

“Y-you don’t have to do oral, if-if your grossed out”

She gives me a puzzled look

“Why would I be grossed out, cause of your bush?”

I feel heat spread from my cheeks down to my neck at her blunt sentence

“Well, I mean…I just wanna make sure your comfortable”

Junkerqueen snorts at me

“Are you doubting me Princess, I’m Australian”

She puts her face right up to my clit

“A bush ain’t gonna scare me”

A moan escapes my throat as she licks shapes

“Oh fuck”

I can feel her hand glide up my thigh and slide against my slit

She pushes two fingers as I put my hand in her hair

“Oh please! My Queen”

She pops her mouth off of me, with my essence all over her mouth

“I gotta stretch you out good baby, I want you to take all of me”

My walls clench down on her fingers as I whine

Junkerqueen puts her unoccupied hand and pulls at my nipple

I pull her head towards my clit, wanting more of her mouth on me

She chuckles at my impatience and sucks hard on me

“Dez! Fuck!”

A low whine follows behind as a third finger enters

A coil starts to ravel in my gut

“I-I’m close”

Junkerqueen pulls her mouth away and leads her fingers out of my hole

“No”

I stare at Junkerqueen who is rubbing her cock

“You’re finally ready for me, and this is gonna be a long night Baby Girl, gonna have you crying for me”

I wouldn’t have any other way

(Edit: sorry if this isn’t that good, I don’t normally post what I write, and to be completely honest this is kinda rushed. That and I’ve never written a sex scene so my bad if it doesn’t make anyone feel tingly or what not 😅)

[sincerely-sofie]

The finishing of this fanfic has left me with some pretty mixed emotions. On the one hand, I dont want it to end. It's such an incredible piece of work and even though I finally committed to reading it a few weeks ago, it already feels like such a significant part of my life. On the other hand, I'm a little glad that it's over. FAR from the sense it was bad (I'll steal your liver if thats how you interpret it) but moreso in the sense that it was like a good crying session. It's something that a lot of us (or I assume a lot of us) typically want to avoid even though we know its good for us, and satisfying after the fact. It's like catharsis in a way. Endings aren't always a great feeling in the moment, but it's something that we can look back on with a fondness.

I'm so glad I found this work. I'm being completely serious when I say that this fanfic, and the other content you make, has changed my life for the better. Its helped me reconnect with that love I have for creativity after nearly a decade of not making anything even though I wanted to. It's helped pulled me out of a few ruts of depression. It's helped me realize that I'm not actually emotionally stunted (per my own conclusions) and be more willing to cry instead of burying those feelings. In the past I would just, kill these kinda thoughts before they got far because of how much I wanted to avoid crying. Much less actually writing them down, or express them to someone else. But now, I've been crying the whole time I write this, and for the first time in, I think ever, I'm okay with that. I know we don't actually know each other, but you've genuinely helped me become a better person with the things you make. Thank you so much for everything you've done Sofie. hey look! I got your name right!

But enough about me. I feel like it's getting indulgent at this point. (I've gotten dehydrated with how much ive cried writing this and from what I can tell, you cry a lot more than I do. So go drink some water first, and then) I wanna hear your thoughts. What are your thoughts and feelings about your work being finished? Do you have plans to take a break from creative endevors for a while, or are you gonna keep going? Are you going to be expanding more on this and other au's, different fanworks or move into something completely your own? Whatever the case may be, I'm excited to see what more you are going to come up with!

From the bottom of my heart, and on behalf of everyone else, Thank you for everything.

It's so surreal to have posted that final chapter. I finished the first draft almost 100 days ago exactly, and I spent a number of days after completing it kind of adrift. I'd go to my computer every morning like I had during the month prior and sit down, ready to write, only to remember that I was actually supposed to be taking a break before I made the final edits.  It didn't click in my head that I had actually done it… until a couple weeks later when it hit me like a truck that I had an entire completed manuscript sitting in my Google Docs. I think I was making myself lunch at that moment, and I had to bolt to lie down on the floor and put my legs up against the wall because I was ready to pass out at the realization. 

This feels pretty similar. For me, The Present is a Gift— the main fanfic, at least— was finished in mid-January. But the process of uploading it and agonizing over what people thought of every passing update wouldn't be formally done until about 3 months later. It still hasn't clicked in my head that I won't be posting a new update once Tuesday rolls around. 

On the subject of taking a break— I've actually been taking a break, at least partway! I've barely written anything after I finished TPiaG's first draft, and I haven't drawn much “serious” art, for lack of a better word, since I started my blog. I've still been making things, yes, but scattered oneshots and sketchy pieces without solid lineart are not my typical fare. I'm usually a lot more “exact” with what I make— words fail me here— I hope I'm not being too vague! I might take a brief break as I finish up the winter semester, but that would be less a break from creating and more of an “OH MY WORD I NEED TO FOCUS ON NOTHING BUT PASSING THESE COURSES” kinda thing. 

TPiaG (along with its derivative AUs) is still very much a living project to me— there's a lot more stories the characters have in them, even if I struggle to envision a full-on sequel. I'm absolutely going to answer the asks relating to it that I've received over the months along with any I continue to receive, and if I get any ideas for comics or oneshots here and there, I'll make them. As for what's officially next up on the Sincerely Sofie menu, I'm planning to make a visual novel that's a lot more meaty than the last one I made. I'm not sure if it will be original or based on TPiaG— but a visual novel is the medium I'm planning on! 

I'm so overwhelmed by your kindness. I truly don't have any words. This project started off as something private to help distract me from a depressive episode and to process trauma, and it's become so much more. I'm so glad it was able to help you. Catharsis was the keyword for TPiaG— I wanted it to uproot difficult emotions and help people start to heal from them, but I never dreamed it would really help anyone but myself. So to hear it was able to provide you with that is unbelievably meaningful to me. 

I gave myself the goal somewhat recently to let myself cry whenever the urge strikes me. I used to go months without crying, and whenever I did shed tears, it was alone in my room while muffling the few sounds I accidentally let slip. I'm a natural crybaby, but I had schooled myself into thinking for a number of reasons that it was bad to cry— that it was selfish, or attention-seeking, or weak— so I've been trying to reclaim my teary-eyed identity. It's been difficult, but it's so freeing to let myself feel things fully. All of this is to say: let the tears fall. I've helped more people by crying than my stoicism ever did. 

Thanks again. I can't properly word my gratitude, but know that it's overwhelming :,>

[notsocheezy]

Brain Curd #217 - Brain Curd NaNo #4

Brain Curds are lightly edited daily writing - usually flash fiction and sometimes terrible on purpose.

Any resemblance to real events is entirely legally coincidental. Names and locations have been changed to protect the identities of the fictional.

“‘New friends,’ huh?” My mother studied my face to see if I’d crack.

“Yeah. Lots of people use these apps to find friends.” It wasn’t a lie to say so. And it was only barely a lie to say that it was my goal here. I hadn’t kissed anyone new yet, let alone fucked them. But I knew deep down that to tell her the truth would jeopardize my delicate living situation.

After all, I lived in a conservative household. I had to move back in with her, my stepfather, and my brother after COVID derailed my apartment life in Irvine. I finished my bachelor’s degree over the internet and it had been nearly a year at this point since graduation. A year entirely fruitless in career development. All the money I had was in my savings account or tied up in stocks, and I owed most of it in student loans - not exactly poverty, but if I was forced to start paying rent someplace, it wouldn’t last long.

It wasn’t a total loss of a year, mind you - I wrote quite a lot, including taking stock of the main formative events of my life in fifty-thousand words or so. But I didn’t go out much. My main opportunities to socialize were restricted to driving back to Orange County to stay with my girlfriend for the weekend once a month or so. A soul-crushing lonely drive culminating in a good night’s insomnia on a lumpy futon. I needed more than this.

“Why don’t you see if Ocean wants to hang out?”

“Ocean?” I rubbed the back of my neck. “Ocean works a lot… I never know their schedule.”

By pure happenstance, Ocean moved to the desert a few years before I did. But I could count the number of our interactions in that time on two hands - or three fingers, if I did it in binary. They moved out here because their boyfriend had family in the area, and the two of them were practically joined at the hip. He and I got along fine enough, but the two of them had enough going on that I practically only saw Ocean when they needed to get away from him for one reason or another.

“What does his schedule have to do with anything? Just ask her when she’s available.”

“Huh? Oh, no, I was only talking about Ocean. They use singular they/them pronouns…” I shrank. “Remember?”

“Oh yeah… she’s a they. I really don’t understand all that.”

“You get used to it.”

“I could never. Well…” She turned around and started poking at a spreadsheet. “Just be safe out there, okay?”

“Yeah. Uh, I’m gonna go pick up Anorma at the bus stop now, okay?”

Anorma: A bizarre name perhaps, but she picked it herself. She was my first girlfriend. We'd been together for a few years at this point, but we were apart for most of it. I'd met her smack dab in between two occurrences I refer to, respectively, as ‘the incident.’ Which one I mean must be discerned from context. If it's about sexual trauma, it's the first one. Abandonment issues? The second. And she stuck by me through it.

I pulled up to the bus stop - which was right between a Mexican restaurant and an Autozone - and waited in the car. The bus arrived shortly afterward and passengers shuffled out. She wasn't among them. My phone rang.

“Hey, babe,” I answered. “Where are you?”

“I missed the train. My parents didn't get back soon enough to get me to the Amtrak station on time.”

I sighed.

“I'm sorry.”

“It's alright,” I reassured her. “I was really hoping you'd be able to visit me this time, but -”

“I am!”

I squinted one eye. “You missed the only train out from Orange County to La Quinta. You'd have to try again tomorrow and then we wouldn't even get a full day.”

“My parents are driving me over!”

“Right… now? That's two hours each way, on a good day.”

“They felt bad.”

I found that hard to believe. I didn't think these people ever felt bad about anything. Her father once fired a guy for following health codes in their restaurant.

“I'll… see you back at home, then. Love you.”

“I love you too! Mwah!”

I hung up. I should have learned to expect this sort of shenanigan at this point.

Please comment, reblog, like, and follow if you enjoyed - I'd love to know what you think! See you again tomorrow.

[lawbyrhys]

"Prosecutor v. Felon" Debate Notes: 09/10/2024

These are notes from an attorney written in my personal shorthand as it pertains to the 2024 Presidential debate between former prosecutor Kamala Harris and 34-time convicted felon Donald Trump. Again, these notes are written in my shorthand has I watch the debate live, and typos may be edited lightly, if at all. I might write a formal long-form post about the debate in addition to these notes, but these are the raw notes taken by me in the moment of the debate itself. Please note that not everything written here—especially Trump's points—is guaranteed factual, but are all taken from the debate itself.

Let's get into the debate by way of my notes.

Economy

Harris: raised as middle class kid, plans to lift middle class. Believes in dream of the people. Opportunity economy. Aims to extent tax cuts of $6k child tax credit for families. Passion is small business. Give $50K tax deduction to small business. Points out Trump billionaire tax cut, Trump sales tax. TST would create $4K increase of middle class taxes.

Trump: Rebuts sales tax, discusses payback tarifs especially from China. He doesn't understand tarifs. We have inflation worse than ever. Defends ever class. Talks about people pouring in from asylums taking jobs from minorities. Says they're violent, says Biden Harris let them in. Have to get them out fast.

Harris response: Lists all of Trump wrongdoing. Says they have cleaned up his mess and built on hopes of people. Calls out his name calling and P25. Talks being president for all.

Trump: Rebuts involvement in P25. Says he's open book will cut taxes create a great economy. Says wrong year of Spanish flu. Talks about covid shit he didn't do lol. He says he created them

Harris: Trump has no plan. Ec plan all about tax breaks for wealthy. Best economists reviewed her plans and says better, Trump worse. Trump exploit deficit. Trump interested in defend himself. Trump interrupts her and talks about himself. Says Kamala copied 4 sentences of Biden plan.

Trump on tariffs: China rips us off for years, will have higher tariffs. We will take in $100B, says he had no inflation. Polls 80/90% on his side

Harris rebut: trade deficit by Trump. He sold US chips to China to improve military there, sold us out. Says Trump thanked Xi.

Trump rebut: we hardly make chips, says Harris has no policy. Trump was gonna send maga hat to Harris. Calls her Marxist. Talks about millions of immigrants pouring in. Criminals etc. Bad for economy. Worse thing to happen to economy.

Abortion

Trump: Says abortion in 9th month, cites former WV gov BS execute bby law. Bashes Waltz, says he condunes execution after birth. Trump takes pride in getting rid of RvW by genius heart and strength of SCOTUS. Believes in exceptions. Says legal scholars, etc wanted issue brought to states. Each state votes, vote of people. Did great service, credits 6 justices.

Harris rebut: calls out bunch of lies. Trump picked SCOTUS conserv justices, 20 states bans. Cites no conserv exceptions as immoral. Not abandon faith to believe in women freedom. Pledges to sign protections into law, says Trump will nationally ban abortion under P25 monitor.

Trump calls it lies, says he won't sign ban. Legal scholars wanted it brought back to states. He did something nobody thought possible. Says not in favor of ban, taken by states doesn't matter. Cites Congress now, not potential after election. Rambles about catastrophe of loans. Slams Biden for beach day.

I took a piss break while he went in circles

Harris rebut: refutes 9mo abortions as insulting, never happens. Couples denied IVF, working women barely afford child care have to travel for healthcare. Majority of Americans believe in woman's rights and red and blue votes agree.

Trump calls this a lie. Says he's leader on IVF. Says Dems will allow 7-9mo abortions.

Immigration and Border Security

Harris: Only person on stage prosecuting trans national criminals. Talks bipartisan border security bill she supported. Allowed to stem flow of fentanyl. Trump called conservative Congress and killed this bill. Says we need a leader, not a Trump who runs on a problem. Invites us to attend Trump rally as it's interesting—Hannibal, windmill cancer, people leaving. He won't talk the American people.

Trump rebut: Responds rallies, says nobody goes to Harris rallies. Says people wanna take country back, says we are failing country 3.5 years and gonna get into WWIII. More immigrants. Springfield OH is eating people's pets. Trump supports like MAGA, says Harris destroys this country. We will be Venezuela on steroids

Mod calls BS on Springfield claims. Trump argues

Harris rebut: laughs about extremity. Talks endorsement of 200 Republicans including Cheneys. Ask former Trump associates about him.

Trump rebut: he's different kinda person. He fired people, but Biden Harris didn't. Bashes Afghanistan withdrawal. Talks smear books. Says BH never fire anybody and rambles. Good way not to have books. Got more votes than any republican or sitting prez by far.

Trump on immigration again back on track: He'd deport higher than 11M immigrants, talks crime drop in Venezuela because criminals are here. Destroying fabric of country. World crime down but here it's through the roof. Migrant crime. Refutes FBI claims of dropping crime as fraud.

Harris rebut: rich for prosecuted criminal, goes through his record. Brings up Nov court case. It's important to move forward, turn the page, address American people needs.

Trump rebut: all cases started against repub by dems, says he's winning most. Weaponized DOJ.

Harris rebut on weaponization: SCOTUS Immunity Ruling, discusses Trump termination of Constitution if elected, weaponize DOJ.

Trump says she weaponized, not him.

Harris on policy shifts: values haven't changed. Fracking won't be banned, we have to invest in diverse energy. We have largest increase in domestic oil prod in history. Middle class hard worker. Calls out Trump privilege and 6-time bankruptcy. Discusses focus on protecting most vulnerable. Values have not changed. Lift people up, not beat people down. Leaders understand.

Trump rebut: Says not given $400M, only a fraction built into billions. Defend police was given up wrongly by Harris. She gave up 12-15 policies. Raised money in MN. Trans operations on immigrants. Says he'll end fracking on day 1. Says Kamala would destroy oil, fuel, etc day 1.

Peaceful Transfer of Power

Trump on Jan. 6

Trump: Trump says he wanted peaceful and patriotic. Says conserv didn't hurt any dems. Rambles about immigrants again. Pelosi babble.

Harris rebut: Charlottesville, fine people on both sides Trump quote, proud boys stand back stand by Trump quote. Won't go back, turn page. Stand for democracy, rule of law

Trump: different term, energy bloodbath. Says Charlottesville was debunked by all news. Defects Capitol critiques with immigration. Says debate waste of time, Harris has been so bad.

Trump is forgetting what he said, says losing by a whisker comment was sarcastic. Our elections are bad, we need walls and borders. If you can't speak English, you shouldn't be able to vote. Refutes Trump election fraud claims as judges said they didn't have standing as fraudulent. We have to solve nation in decline problem.

Harris rebut: Trump was fired by 81M people and has difficulty processing that. We can't have prez who upends free and fair election. Discusses world views on Trump being disgrace. Discusses his lost court cases.

Trump: ass kisses Orban, says Trump is most respected most feared, Biden weak pathetic. Says Biden got 14M votes, Biden hates Harris.

Israel-Hamas War

Harris: Discusses 2023 conflict history. Hamas attack on Israel concert and Israel right to defend itself, but that far too many Palestinians have been hurt and war must end in ceasefire.

Trump: skips issue, discusses Russian-Ukrainian war and friendship with Putin. Says Harris wouldn't meet Netanyahu, Harris hates Israel. Says Harris also hates Arabs, she would blow it all up. Says it'd never happen under Trump. Rambles about middle east, he'd get it settled before he ever becomes president if elected.

Harris: voices support for Israel, calls out Trump dictator on day 1 comment, his friendship with dictators and autocrats.

Trump says 168 country sent us immigrants, says Putin endorsed Harris last week.

Russian-Ukranian War

Trump: wants war to stop, says numbers are all fake. Nobody asks Europe, says Biden Harris don't have the courage to ask. Calls them weak. Says Russian Ukranian leaders respect him. Hell settle the war as president-elect. Refutes if Biden is even a president or knows if he's alive. Says it's US best interest to get this war done.

Harris: reminds Trump he's not running against Biden. Alleges Trump would just give up the war. Discusses US support for Ukraine, bringing 50 countries together. If Trump were president, Putin would be sitting in Kyiv. Putin won't stop at Ukraine, praises NATO power.

Trump: Putin would be happier than he is now, he has nukes and might use them someday. Says Harris caused the war with weak negotiations.

Harris: Calls out all of Trump's lies, discusses our priority to stand up for our allies. Right to rely on president who understands US responsibility and not selling for benefit of personal flattery.

Afghanistan

Harris: Agreed with Biden pull out decision, American taxpayers save $300M/day and no soldiers in combat zone first time this century. Trump bypassed Afghan gov, negotiated with Taliban, lifted tariffs, invited them to Camp David.

Trump rebut: Defends negotiations with Taliban, rambles about head of Taliban, wouldn't have left $85M of military equipment behind. Blames Russian attack on Ukraine on Biden Harris weakness

Race issues

Trump: Doesn't care about Harris identity, refutes his quotes on Harris turning black recently.

Harris: Tragedy that Trump has used race as a division tool, Americans don't want this decision. Reminds us of Trump racist landlord past. Discusses Central Park 5. We don't want leaders who point fingers at each other. Regardless of color etc, we all have dreams and want president who invest in those.

Trump says this is most divisive presidency. Rambled about inflation, economy

Harris brief response: she isn't Biden or Trump, offers new generation of leadership to USA. Discusses tax plans for Americans again.

Trump interrupts about defund the policy, guns, fracking. Obamacare was lousy. He has concepts of a plan. Options of a plan.

Harris on insurance: supports private healthcare options, discusses guns and says she's not taking them away, Obamacare—defends McCain, Trump has no alternative plan. Reminds us about pre existing conditions. Access to healthcare is a right not privilege.

Trump says she made mistake. We can do better than Obamacare, says Harris won't approve private health insurance.

Climate change:

Harris: Trump says it's a faux but it's real. Denied home insurance or expensive insurance as a result. Young people care deeply. As VP invested $1T in clean energy, jobs, etc. Trump lost these. Endorsed by UAW, invest in American made.

Trump: Says manufacturing jobs leaving, owned by China in Mexico. Biden is paid off and corrupt.

Closing statements:

Harris: Mentions to very different visions for country. One on future, one on past. Mentions unity, coming together, having a plan, hopes and aspirations of American people. Investing in families, protecting seniors, giving breaks and bringing down cost of living. Earning respect, military strength. Protect women's rights. Talks legal career and one client; the people. Only cares if people are okay and nothing more. Intent to be president for all Americans.

Trump: Refutes Harris, says she hasn't done anything as VP. Why hasn't she done it? Says she should leave and go do it, but won't because American people don't believe in her ideals. Rips on bad vision. Why didn't she do it? Failing nation. Brags about friendships with leaders. Talks about what he did 4+ years ago, no plans for the future. Wasted entire closing statement.

There you have it—an attorney's real-time notes from the live 2024 Presidential debate. Please let me know what you thought of the debate!

[clairelsonao3]

Writer Q&A Tag Game

Thank you to @winterandwords for tagging me in this one! I love Q&As, I don't care what the questions are!

1. What motivates you to write?

The pursuit of fame and fortune.

Just kidding. No, in all honesty, there was a time when I was obsessed with writing for the market. I still want to make money with my fiction someday, I'm not gonna lie. But actually, it's always been about telling stories that I know no one else will tell and that need to be told. If I'm that invested in a story, nothing will stop me from finishing it.

2. A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud/happy of. If not maybe share a line of someone else's work you love (just please credit them)

This is the last section of the opening chapter of The Adored. And it's going to get changed, so don't get too attached. But the gist of it has stayed through all drafts:

CW: Mention of teen females (consensually?) groping a teen male:

Hell, before this year, he’d never left the state of Minnesota. He and Afton didn’t eat pie on a boat on their first date, either. They didn’t even have a first date. But he’s let the world believe it, along with a million other lies that look pretty under pastel filters and amazing in 200 characters or less. Lies that dance center stage, that come alive under the lights. The lies are Afton’s truth. Thayer’s truth. Social media’s truth.

But they aren’t ours. Micah's and my truth is different. It’s underground, rotting in basements and prison cells, and all the dark places he still prays never to have to go back to. It’s about the night I saw Afton with a man in a dark Jaguar that turns Micah pale when he sees it, about the chains that still choke his heart and soul. It’s the jagged puzzle whose pieces he relied on me to put together, then told me never to reveal — the whats, but not the whys.

It’s why we’re really quitting.

But there’s one last truth. It’s what he’s trusting me to find. Me, the gawky giraffe in borrowed Balenciaga, with a bass she can barely play. The blurry face in the background. The tacked-on name at the bottom of the story. Bandmate Isley Nash.

I want to ask him, why me?

But before I can, it’s over. He throws himself backward off the stage. His body arches through space like a supernova. This is the moment they’ve been waiting for. They caress him, groping his hair, his legs, his junk. His eyes close. He’s lost. He’s theirs. For them, there’s only tonight.

And unless I find that truth, tonight is all there will ever be. 

3. Which OC makes you smile every time you think/talk about them and what are they like?

Micah (see above) is a reluctant teen rock star, a defiant rebel, a deadpan snarker, a (probable) murder victim, and my OG sad boi, so I'm always going to go with him.

4. What process of writing do you enjoy the most?

Editing. Drafting is trying to make something out of nothing, which is torture. Editing, meanwhile, is sculpting something you create (which is almost always terrible to start off with) into something good, which is fun and fulfilling. I will vomit unreadable, ungrammatical crap onto the page just so there's something there to edit when I go back. For me, that's where 99% of the real work of writing gets done.

5. What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)

Dialogue! I think my dialogue is often funny and entertaining. Can I say that? I'm saying that.

6. What is something in the writeblr community is most enjoyable?

Getting tagged to fill out Q&As like this and ramble about myself ad nauseum! No, seriously, the community I've found on Tumblr has amazingly changed my life in the best way -- and I've really only been here a few months! Here, I've found talented writers, engaged readers, and all-around wonderful human beings, who do not only NOT judge me for my bizarre tastes, but in many cases actually share them. Finding a community like that is rare enough in the internet hellscape where we often find ourselves, let alone IRL, and I will be grateful for it always.

7. A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech to text, a writing program etc)

I've reluctantly come around to Grammarly, even though I snobbishly thought I didn't need it. Oh, and chatGPT. No, I'm kidding. I have tried it out, though. (Haven't we all?)

8. A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law etc)

CW for discussing slavery in a clinical, dispassionate way (IDK, might be a trigger for some).

I've long thought you can't really understand or write about slavery without understanding the basic economics behind it, whether historically or in a fictional context. In most fiction with institutionalized slavery, it's either completely controlled by a dystopian government or by one single, massive company. To me, neither seemed realistic, and I think this is where this world differs from other related ones. In the world of GSNBTR, slavery is like any other sector under capitalism: it's multiple businesses of various sizes and with different niches competing against each other for customers, while being regulated (relatively lightly) by the government (as lobbied for by special interests, of course). And that also means thinking hard about the kinds of roles slaves would be likely to fill in a modern society built on that system, where they come from (likely many different places), who would own, trade, and manage them (whether government, corporations, or individuals) and how they would be likely to be used -- ie., it's not just domestic servants and sex workers, in fact, those are likely the minority of slaves. The majority are fast-food workers, landscapers, cleaners, dishwashers, farmworkers, general laborers, etc. etc. I suspect some are also used in the entertainment industry in some capacity (i.e. some actors/musicians/athletes are literally owned by movie studies/record companies/sports leagues), but I haven't really puzzled this out in detail. This stuff isn't necessarily fun to think about, but it's a must in a story like this, and I definitely did spend a lot of time thinking about it.

9. What piece of advice would you say to encourage others to write if they are having a rough patch?

Are you writing what you really want to write? Always write what you want, not what you think you should. And if you can't write just for yourself, write for just one person. The rest of your audience will come naturally.

10. Tag some people whose works you love/have been your biggest supporters

I have to of course start with the talented writers whose work was so amazing it drew me in and got me to stay: @little-peril-stories @starlit-hopes-and-dreams

And then, to my astonishment, they reached out to support me and my own work, at times in ways far beyond anything I ever could have imagined. 💕

And then! On various levels, I've been lucky enough to know and interact with @i-can-even-burn-salad @whither-wander-whump @rickie-the-storyteller @mysticstarlightduck @painful-pooch @tabswrites @burntcoffeewhump, and @winterandwords!

And there are so many more great folks that I'm only just starting to discover, such as the following I'll gently tag (as well as OPEN TAG for anyone I mentioned above -- since you're already here, after all -- and anyone else reading this! 😂)

@romanceandshenanigans @digital-chance

[miss-tc-nova]

A Small Adventure with Dad - Sora x Child!Reader

First off, hope you see this. I tried and failed to @ you.

Second, not gonna lie, I've been trying to write this since the request came in. It's been doing my head in and I rewrote it like 7 times. So I'm sorry it's not perfect, and probably not as fluffy as you hoped. And I definitely didn't do any edit/clean up, but I hope it at least entertains you a little.

Premise: The time has come to save the future

Words: 2,372

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               The salty air breezes by, the sky raining warm sunshine down on us. Gentle waves rock the world while we bustle about in keeping Black Pearl sailing ahead.

               One of our men points out over the water. “Land ho!”

               “Land ho!” the rest of us holler out in excitement.

               It’s been a few weeks since I arrived here.

               And I don’t mean “here” by The Caribbean.

               The thing is, I’m not from around here. Where I come from, things are beginning to distort and fall apart. After my father and uncle vanished and my own existence began to flicker, we received a visit from a family friend who was able to point us in the direction of the event causing the chaos. It was tasked to me to fix this mess and with ample warnings not to meddle beyond what was required.

               So far, the hardest part has been finding my way without a version of myself here or losing my body, yet I did. It was sheer coincidence that I happen to run into Sora, Donald, and Goofy shortly after. There was some suspicion, but it pretty much evaporated when they discovered that I had my own keyblade. It’s been a comical series of events ever since. Everyone I meet asks how they know me or if we’ve met somewhere. Alternatively, they’re exasperated at the double chaos known as me and Sora. It’s not my fault we get along so well.

               I know it’ll end and probably sooner than I’d like, but until then, I’m going to thoroughly enjoy the time I have with my new friends.

               I get to work adjusting the sails as we divert course towards the island, singing that silly shanty at the top of our lungs as we have the whole time.

               “And really bad eggs!” Jack stumbles as the ship breeches the shore and goes tumbling over the edge.

               “JACK!” The rest of us run to the edge of the vessel to check on the captain. He simply lays in the sand, coming to terms with the fact that he’s ashore.

               Suddenly, there’s a little jingle. All eyes dart to Sora.

               “Sora!” Donald scolds, flapping his arms frantically.

               “Put it on silent!” I hiss.

               Instead, he answers it. “Hello?” he whispers loudly.

               “Sora, we—”

               “Shhh!” It’s kind of harsh, but in the name of the world order, we have no choice but to make Ienzo keep it down.

               “S-Sorry,” he says much softer.

               “What’s up?” asks Sora.

               “We’ve received some unusual activity in the Kingdom of Corona. Kairi, Riku, and King Mickey are already on their way, but I think it would be wise to send everyone to investigate this matter.”

               “It’s that big, huh?”

               I can’t help the goosebumps creeping up my spine. This might be it.

               “I believe so.”

               Sora looks to us for opinions.

               “What about Jack?” Goofy asks.

               Again, we peer over the railing to see the captain ambling off along the shore on his own.

               “He’ll be fiiiine,” I reply.

               “You think so?”

               “Look at him? He barely knows we’re here when we’re the ones manning his ship. I’m sure he’ll have gotten himself off the island and onto his next adventure without us.”

               We turn back to Sora who looks back at his GummiPhone. “We’re on our way.”

               “Great. I’ll inform the others to wait for you before proceeding.”

               The call ends there. One last glance is spared to the captain that still hasn’t acknowledged we haven’t joined him before we set out for the Kingdom of Corona.

               My boots meet the grass. Again, the sun blesses us with its warm kiss though the breeze lacks the heavy salt of The Caribbean. There’s significantly less water about, but instead the sea is of glorious, pastel flowers soaking in the radiant light from above.

               “This place is pretty,” I awe, taking in all the greenery.

               “About time our wayward pirates showed up.”

               Her voice captures our attention and we spot Kairi strolling closer, Riku and Mickey following after.

               “Hey guys!” Sora calls.

               “Do you guys have any leads on our Heartless?” I ask as we meet up.

               “Nope. We were told to wait for you,” Riku says. “Ienzo says it’s likely to be a tough one.”

               “Sounds fun,” I laugh.

               “Fun? Really?” Riku���s not nearly as entertained as I am.

               I shrug. “What? We’re investigating this whether or not we’re afraid. Might as well plan on beating it to a pulp.”

               Though he scrunches his nose in disapproval, there’s the slightest hint of a smirk in his expression. “I don’t know if you’re brave or crazy.”

               “Thanks! I inherited it from my father.”

               Well whatever expression he had, it all goes out the window, leaving him baffled. “Wha…What?”

               I wave my finger guns at him.

               Quite honestly, the conversation doesn’t get much smarter than that. So we set out, keeping eyes peeled for signs of this unusual Heartless.

               In spite of big words, my heart slams against my ribs, anxiety creeping into my throat. As we wander the woods, I elect to keep my mouth clamped shut. If this is what I think it is, they are not prepared for this and, quite frankly, I’m not even sure I am. But I can’t let on that I know—that would open too many lines of conversation I’m not allowed to divulge.

               The ground rumbles beneath our feet. My voice catches on that lump of anxiety, but Riku’s is clear.

               “Run!”

               Everyone manages to dive out of the way as the earth gives way. From the dirt rises a serpentine beast with a body littered in thorns. A trio of flowers sprout from the top, each snapping their razor-sharp teeth. The largest in the middle is the only real face with wild, spiraling eyes. On the chest of this beast is the tell-tale emblem of the Heartless. This is an ancient species of serpentine monster that disappeared well before even my father’s time; I’d only ever seen it mentioned in a book. And those notes were nothing good.

               With a roar, the beast attempts to bite down on anyone as it lunges at the group. This starts the wildest fight of my life. The triplet heads independently strike at lightning speeds and the thorns on its sides make it difficult to make a mark with our attacks. Even when they do land, the thick skin of the snake soaks the ones that do land. The heads aren’t even the only threat this thing has as the tail whips at us, crushing rocks when it missed.

               My heart stops when I watch Sora raise his weapon to top one of the smaller heads from chomping down on him. His arms strain to hold it back, leaving him wide open for the tail to come through. I have just a split second to get out of the way the brunette is sent flying back, colliding with the cliffside at our backs.

               It feels like a fist jerking on my heart and I stumble.

               This is bad. I knew they would struggle, but I don’t even know what I’m supposed to do against this thing. I wasn’t prepared to face a Thorned Snake.

               There’s the slightest movement at the cliff overlooking us. My eyes snap to the black coat observing the fight—that’s who summoned this monster.

               I narrowly missing getting bitten into as my blade changes into a glider and takes me up to meet the Organization member. The man with pink hair doesn’t even spare me a glance.

               “Stop! Stop this!” I shout, racing towards him. “Please, Lauriam!”

               A brow rises in my direction. “And just who are you?”

               “Someone who knows that if you do this, you will regret it.”

               I step back beneath his imposing figure. In a whirl of petals, he now wields his signature scythe. “Threatening me, are you?”

               “No!” I can’t raise a weapon to this man. I know him—I know the importance of the part he’s meant to play. “Please, just don’t do this!”

               “You have one last chance to run.”

               “Lauriam, please.” His second hand meets the staff and I cower beneath its rising blade. “I’ll give you a clue about what you’re looking for!”

               His body freezes, mid swing, and he turns on me with the look of a man gone feral. “What did you just say?”

               I barely have time to brace myself, yet I wasn’t really prepared to be hung midair by my neck.

               Voice deep, violent, desperate, he demands more. “Tell me what you know.”

               Unable to speak beneath the crushing force of his grip, I glance to the raging battle below. That grip tightens but I know that I have to hold out or this won’t be the end of just me.

               A frustrated huff signals that I’ve won. I hit the ground, gasping for air. His snap echoes in the air, followed shortly by the ground rumbling. In the battle below, vines burst from the ground, entangling the beast. It soon forgets my allies as it struggles against the bindings. Thorns pierce its skin, eliciting a roar of pain and I almost feel bad for the thing. There was no hope against the crushing vines as the Heartless soon releases its heart and disperses in a cloud of smoke.

               Immediately, Marluxia turns on me. “Now tell me. Where is it? Why am I here?”

               Collecting my composure, I rise to my feet. “You need to look into the Realm of Fiction.”

               He’s barely restraining himself in his frustration. “What does that mean?”

               “That’s all I can tell you.”

               “And why should I trust you? What’s stopping me from choking the life out of you right now?”

               Suddenly it occurs to me—the reason she was the one to visit and set me on this path. Reaching into my jacket, I pull the fabric she asked me to keep with me. In my outstretched hand I offer up the vermillion ribbon. All that animosity washes off him, replaced by weary heartache. Almost reverently, he accepts my gift.

               “Where did you get this?” he murmurs, not quite understanding his own reaction.

               “You’ll find out soon enough.”

               His green eyes scan me over once again. “You’re not from here, are you.”

               I shrug with a meek smile.

               “You know I can’t back down from this war, right? I will defeat them when the time comes.”

               “You do what you need to do,” I say. My feet carry me towards the edge of the cliff. “May your heart be your guiding key.”

               What I said stuns him. “What did you—?!”

               Marluxia’s question can’t be answered now. I take that last step off the edge landing on the glider that carries me down to the waiting warriors of light below. I can’t fight the smile on my face, having succeeded in my mission, averted a crisis, and set everything back on the right path.

               “You guys okay?” I ask as my feet hit the ground.

               “What happened?” Kairi asks.

               Riku has some idea. “What did you do?”

               “I just…had a heart-to-heart.”

               “With Marluxia?” Sora is full of skepticism.

               “Yep.” I let the smile slip. “But don’t let that fool you. He’s still just as much of a threat as he was before. Do not take him lightly.”

               “How did you do that?” Donald scratches his head.

               “I can’t tell you.”

               His feathers ruffle. “You and your secrets.”

               Mickey isn’t quite as bothered. “We’d better report back to Ienzo and let him know that the Heartless is gone.”

               Sora looks to me. “And we better get back to Jack and make sure he’s not still stranded on that island.”

               I’m not quite prepared for this. My time here was always meant to be limited but getting to know these people in this time is a memory I’ll always keep close to my heart. It’s really made me come to appreciate who they are.

               Still, it takes me a moment to get the words out. “Actually, I think it’s time for me to go.”

               Surprise crosses all their face.

               “Huh? Where to?” asks Sora.

               “Home.” A laugh escapes me. “My dad is probably waiting for me to tell him all about this.”

               A hand passes through his hair as he considers the non-existent options. “You’re from Destiny Islands right? We could probably make a pitstop there if you wanna see him.”

               “It’s a bit more complicated than that.” From my pocket, I produce a star-shaped gem.

               Mickey immediately recognizes the item. “That’s a star shard!”

               “Yep. There’s a detour I gotta make if I want to actually get home.”

               “So when are you coming back?” I knew that question would pop up, but I don’t know if it’s more or less painful that it’s Sora who asks.

               “It’s gonna be a long time,” I answer honestly. “You’ll probably have forgotten me by the time we meet again and you may not recognize me.” I offer a hand in the face of his confusion. “But we will meet again. Trust me.”

               The parting sadness in his eyes brightens, a small hint of happiness coming through.

               “Alright.”

               Sora takes my hand and I pull him into my arms. With a hearty pat, I step away from him and bid the rest goodbye in turn. The star shard in my hand begins to glow as I send it the thoughts of my destination. Memories of my time here swell in my heart. Muscles in my cheeks hurt from all the smiles, but I don’t even care.

               “See you guys.” The next words slip from my mouth before I can even think about it. “Bye dad, I love you.”

               Oh I messed up. It feels like the everything stops and I wait for the worlds to end.

               Instead, Riku points at me with accusation. “I KNEW IT!”

               Sora, himself, is confused out of his mind. “Wait, what?!”

               Kairi puts a hand on his shoulder. “Sora, that’s your—"

               “WELL!” I interrupt loudly. “I’ve overstayed my welcome and Wilbur’s parents are gonna kill him if I don’t get his ship back! Bye!”

               Before the star shard takes me away, I hear Sora’s voice.

               “Bye, I love you too!”

~~~~~

Nova’s Kingdom Hearts Masterlist

[rubberduckyrye]

Okay so it's been a hot minute since I read your fics(I should reread them soon) but the fics/parts that stick out to me is.

That part in the chapter 5 fic where Kaito saves Kokichi, where Kaito gives Kokichi the makeshift antidote and he almost dies.

That soulmate chapter 5 fic with the kiss and color.

The introductions in twins au(specifically Mui and Gonta's), and the part where Monokuma starts beating up the kubs and Kokichi comforts Kurochi.

That part where the warriors of hope tend to Kokichi's wound.

That Kokichi Kurochi hotel fic where Kokichi reveals that secret.

Oh and the part in your wanderer fic when he sees his memories, specifically that scene where he starts panicking due to seeing how a certain doctor treated him.

(this is just off the top of my head/the first ones I thought of)

In relation to this post!

RWBY I SAID ONE FIC, NOT 6--

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I'm so happy that you like so many of my fics--and especially my Genshin fics, since you don't play Genshin :'D Honestly I'm sorely tempted to make a full LP of Genshin and like 50% of my inspiration is so you can watch it and get the lore tbh--

Okay, let's go through them one by one!

How to Stay Behind the Doors of Life - One of the first RPs turned into fanfic, I cannot talk about this without giving @aroseandapen credit here too! While I did ficify it, my favorite part of it was actually roleplaying it. Writing with L is extremely fun, 10/10 I highly recommend

Our Colorless World - This fic!!! I sometimes come back to this fic, and I just. Oof. This fic was fun to write because it's one of the few times where I technically wrote a tragic ending instead of a happy one. Fun fact: If I ever write a tragic ending, I always imagine an AU extension of the ending where the fic continues and it's revealed that everyone's alive and they get a chance to heal from the Trauma. In this fic's case, it's a VRAU and Kaito has to win over Kokichi after realizing their soulmates. ANYWAY. My favorite part to write for this fic was probably Kokichi's story about the boy under the yellow slide up until the end. Just, so much oof that Kokichi knew his own soulmate hated his guts and thought he was the worst person in existence...... and still hoping (but not expecting) a second kiss from the person he was bound to. There's a lot of tragedy in this fic hhhhhh

Danganronpa V3R: Graduation - Twins AU, Twins AU! I knew this one would come up, hueueueue. Twins AU has a special place in my heart and forever will, and I really aim to one day complete and post the fic in full. While Twins AU had a lot of RPing done with L, I actually think my favorite part to write (and subsequently, to reread) was the introduction of the fic itself. I tend to go hard with surreal imagery and I think that it's one of my strong suits in writing--so of course to this day the introduction of Twins AU is such fire that I can barely hold it without burning myself from how much I love it. I'm currently editing Twins AU's prologue and what little I had done for chapter 1, so hopefully the scene is even better now!

A Change of Fate - Hey, this is the commission you got from me! I had a feeling you might bring this one up too~ Writing this fic was overall a very interesting change of pace as I was HEAVILY in the Genshin Fixation at the time--I think I ended up putting this fic on hold for a long time in favor of "Chasing the Voided Moon" actually (I'm still sorry for that, the fixation wheel refused to free me--) and tbh it did remind me that I love the Twins so very much. I think my favorite part to write was when Junko appeared--there's something very cathartic about writing a really chaotic evil character, not gonna lie. But I also liked how Kokichi was acting during that confrontation--it was overall a great interaction.

Can you really call this a Hotel, there weren't even Mints on the Pillows - To this date this fic has the LONGEST name, and I love that for it. The chapter you're talking about was really fun to RP and ficify, too! Kokichi finally revealing that he saw Kurochi's half-written suicide note is oof. However, I think that the Korekiyo chapter deserves some credit too, since it does change the context of the LSE to one of BDSM and consent than... whatever the fuck canon was trying to do LMAO. Still, this is ALSO a fic I plan on continuing for Twins AU! I even think I know which character will appear in the next chapter >:3

Chasing the Voided Moon - The fact that you've read this fic and enjoyed it even without knowing much context for Genshin is a thing I take GREAT pride in. Though it's actually interesting that you chose that scene in particular, since the favorite scenes of that fic are often chapter 12 and chapter 16. Yet I think you're right in that there is a haunting, disgusting revelation in that chapter that is never spoken, but doesn't need to be spoken. The fact that it is canon that Wanderer's body was mutilated to the point where the big robot he was put in was his life support and his initial reaction to the idea being "Yeah that sounds about the same as what Dottore's done to me before" is. Honestly the fact that Scaramouche theorists on YT miss the severe torture/abuse implications of that scene in canon alone is staggering. It's definitely not a top favorite of the fanfic, but it really does highlight that Scaramouche didn't just suffer three really bad instances of trauma and nothing else happened to him--he endured so much off screen that was so heavily implied, and who knows how much for how long. Anyway murder maim kill Dottore. Though as for my favorite par to write... I'm sorry to say, it is chapter 16 :'D I went hard on that chapter and I'm very proud of it. Chapter 12 too, but I prefer catharsis over pure angst tbh.

[setting-in-a-honeymoon]

Informally tagged by @earlgreytea68 when she did this game and encouraged people to steal it, so, here I am, being a little thief, to procrastinate :3

What is your absolute all-time favorite idea you've ever had?

Hmm maybe the idea that became Look at You and Smile. It's just soft and fluffy and fun, you know? Idk though, I've got a lot of fic ideas in my notes app/on my to-do list that might be strong contenders, like my Trojan War au and the conspiracy theorist radio fic.

What is your favorite part of being a writer? Which parts could you take or leave?

Um. Can I say writing for both?

I love the process of writing but also it is the bane of my existence, you know? When it goes as planned, awesome, but when it doesn't and I kind of want to tear my hair out, not awesome. And editing is fantastic, I highly recommend it, but it's also pain! Not gonna lie!

I will also say, I think it's frustrating when you try to get feedback from people and most of it amounts to they don't get your work. That might come off as pretentious, but I say this because last semester I was in a short story workshop, and some of the revision suggestions I got were really helpful, but some of the questions people had, especially about specific details I know I made clear in the story, made me want to roll my eyes and be like, "Did you even read it?"

What is your greatest motivation to write/create?

Probably just creating the content that I want to see, and hoping other people will get as much joy out of it as I do. :)

What do you wish you knew when you first started out writing?

I don't really know? I think that any knowledge I have now, younger me wouldn't really know what to do with, you know? And uh. Thinking about that young adult Percy Jackson and the Olympians-esque novel I started writing in late elementary/early middle school. There's a lot of advice I could've given her. I would not know where to start. But I think it's probably better that I wrote the way I did and it's evolved into how I write now, so. Yeah, I don't know.

What is your favorite story you've written to completion? Link it if you'd like and can!

Right now, it's Look at You and Smile, mainly because the Tiny Dancer scene in that fic had been living in my head for so long, and I was so so happy when I typed it out and it came out exactly how I imagined it in my head. It made me feel like I'd been touched by the muses lmao. It was also really rewarding to finally write a fic I'd been tossing around in my head for (checks journals to make sure I have the date right) three years.

What is your favorite out of the box quote?

I'm gonna cheat a little bit and include two. First, from Don't Dare Stop:

But. They must’ve been working longer than Patrick thought, because it’s the beginning of golden hour, everything around them a little bit softer and fuzzier as the sun just barely starts to sink on the horizon. It’s enchanting the way a warm shower after a long day is, mundane and comforting. 

Patrick looks at Pete. Soft. Fuzzy. Enchanting.

And also, this one, from one of the later chapter in Guided to You:

“No, I mean it.” He takes Patrick’s hand and intertwines their fingers. “There’s no one else I’d rather spend eternity with. If the afterlife weren’t real and reincarnation was what next, I’d want to be reborn with you every time.”

Which of your characters would you say has the most controversial mindset? Why do you say so and how do you personally feel about their ideals?

Probably Gerard in Head All Tangled Up, but that feels like a cop out, cause the way I wrote him is completely based on Dustin Hoffman's character in the movie that fic is based on, Stranger than Fiction (which I highly recommend, if you haven't seen it). Other than that, I don't think any of my characters have really had controversial mindsets.

If you, when you first started writing, met you now, what would younger you think?

Probably first, "Wow, no novels?" And then, "What? Fanfiction? About who? That band that wrote 'Alone Together?'"

I tag @revolvingresidency @carbonbased000 @ybcpatrick @inquisitiveheretic @shark-myths @pyrchance @realdreams @toorational

[flydotnet]

Warm Like Birthday Candles

WHUMPTOBER 2023 DAY 2: “I’ll call out your name, but you won’t call back.” Thermometer | Delirium | “They don't care about you.”

A light piece, both in tone and word count, considering it's Whumptober and all. My original plan was actually a fic codenamed """Ultramarine Blue""" that was going to be an ansgty sickfic and a sort of romantic version of a story I wrote in 2021 for my (current, jfc) BTHB card, "Feverish Reflections". I do somewhat ccry the loss of how I'd have been able to use "They don't care about you"… but also, I knew this story was always going to also serve as my 2023 birthday fic for the original blorbo, Tachimukai. And you know what? This time, the angsty-ass sickfic didn't work for me. I wanted to be gentle, for once.

I kind of skipped over Whumptober 2022 and a 2022 edition of the yearly Tachi fic, so this year, he gets to have a bit of a cold, but also to have a badass GF; and I think it's good enough. I may just write Ultramarine Blue later down the line; but for this October 2nd, it's happy birthday and nothing else.

So, happy birthday, Tachimukai. I may not be waxing the hell out of my author's notes like I did four years ago, but be assured, you're still the one fictional character I'll defend to the very end. (Which not even Matsuyama gets to have, may I add, because I sadly have to acknowledge his canon - and it's clearly not as generous as Inazuma's).

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Warm Like Birthday Candles

Summary: Haruna's boyfriend is a lot of things: he's caring, he's clever, he's the sweetest man you could dream of… and he's also stupidly stubborn, not unlike her. Well, it takes a stubborn idiot to tame another, she supposes.

Fandom: Inazuma Eleven (post-canon)

Word Count: 1K words

AO3 version available here!

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“I’m fine Haruna, I swear!”

“Nu-huh, you’ve been feeling weird for days, it’s time you lie down a little and let yourself rest!”

Yuuki sighs, his lips perked up but his eyebrows creased.

“I still have class to do today,” he replies with a cough barely smothered inside his throat. “I don’t wanna let them down.”

She crosses her arms and puffs up her chest. Man, he can be so infuriating sometimes…

“Your students can wait until you’re not sick anymore. You’ve been dragging this cold on for long enough!”

He looks so conflicted, from up there, even through the red splotches of his cheeks and the slight haze of a low-grade fever.

“But… I mean…”

“If you drag this on for much longer, you’ll just make it worse. Plus, look on the bright side, it means staying home on your special day!”

He looks, as always whenever this is the case, utterly unconvinced. In fact, his expression is closer to that of a betrayed man than of a man to whom she’d have just told “see, it’s your birthday, and you don’t even have to work during it! Isn’t that cool?”. This man is going to be the end of her, someday, she’s sure of it.

(Yet even if he turns out to be so, she’ll still be happy that he is her epilogue. They put up with each other so much, he’s worth the hassle of being an unstoppable force pit against an unmoveable object).

((Well, there’s a very good reason why he used to be a goalkeeper – and why he was the best one ever too)).

“It’s not really an excuse, isn’t it?” He coughs into his fist. “The birthday, I mean.”

“That implies your cold is a good enough excuse, doesn’t it?”

He sighs, congestion stifling the noise.

“You’re never going to let me go to work, will you?” He asks back, suddenly resigned.

“If I can have a word about it, absolutely not! Now, let’s just chill on the couch for a bit and I can order us lunch.”

“I don’t even feel this sick, Haruna, this just sounds like overkill.”

She squints her eyes and clicks her tongue.

“Hmph. Let’s see if that holds true, then!” She points to the nearest armchair. “Take a seat.”

“I’m gonna be late to work, Haruna.”

“And I’ll make it quick, so take a seat and stop resisting your fate!”

In spite of his conflicted expression, he chuckles.

“Fine, fine.”

Once she’s made sure he’s actually going to stay seated, she rushes to their bathroom. One glance at the inside of the cabinet and she finds it: the sole thermometer in the whole apartment, ready to be used. With a swift rinse of its end, it’s ready to use, and just as fast as she left the living room, she comes back to it.

With a confident stride, she walks up to him, proudly displaying her tool. He’s focused on the screen of his phone up until he finally notices she’s back. Took him long enough.

“Open up,” she orders.

Yuuki opens his mouth, but not as instructed. She still uses it as an opportunity.

“Sorry,” she continues, “it’s a bit under-handed, I know.”

They both stare at the thing until it beeps, at which point he can finally talk again.

“Please don’t do that again,” is the first thing that exits his mouth.

“38.3,” she quickly snaps back. “I’m pretty sure that’s more than yesterday, and also, a bad enough temperature to take a day off to rest. Knowing you, you’ve overcompensated the previous days.”

As if on cue, he coughs.

“You really aren’t going to let me go to work,” he sighs again, this time wth a smile.

“Nope! So take it easy and unwind, I’m taking care of everything today.”

He glances left and right, before giving a knowing look.

“Or else?”

“Or else I’m calling Tsunami.”

That’s enough to send a shiver down his spine.

“You’re ready for anything, as always.”

“I just know you!”

She puts the thermometer away on the nearby coffee table, then lowers herself just to face him. He looks utterly dejected, which doesn’t come unexpected to her: you can’t just ask a workaholic to let go of his duty and expect him to take it well. She isn’t too different, in that regard, after all.

Despite his painfully obvious displeasure with the turn of events, he takes back his phone, scrolls a bit and starts a call. A couple minutes later, he’s promised to see a doctor so he has a certificate to give and he’s officially gotten the day off.

“I should actually do that. I mean, see a doctor,” he immediately states right afterwards.

She climbs up on him, cupping his cheeks with her hands.

“That I agree with. It’s time you take care of yourself!”

He smiles at this, eyes squinting just enough to be ridiculously endearing.

“You shouldn’t be so close to my face; you’ll end up catching it too.”

“If I’ve not caught it by now, then I just won’t!” She leans back to let him cough into his elbow. “But that visit to the doctor is a good idea. It’ll make you feel a bit better once you’ve got the right medicine in.” She sighs, this time to herself. “Talk about your special day, huh. Having to go to the doctor and stuff.”

“To be fair, you’re the one who’s always made it special. I didn’t really pay muchc attention to my birthday before we started dating.”

“You can’t say that to me and pretend like Tsunami didn’t do the heavy lifting!”

“Okay, okay, you’re right: Tsunami and you made it special.”

“That’s better. What do you want to do, now?”

“Well, let’s knock the doctor visit down, and then we can… We can just relax, I guess.”

The words may be foreign to his tongue, but they make her happy to hear.

“That’s a good plan, yes! A quick go, a drop by the pharmacy, and we can make this day as good as can be, okay?”

“Okay.”

[nicegaai]

Ch 5:

Im a little proud of myself for trying to give everyone separate typing quirks. Timo types like a terminally online goober and Ber always ends sentences with a period boomer-style… etc… idk. I thought that was fun. I don’t remember all the details of my texting hcs anymore so I’ll be winging it going forward

Did ao3 break my formatting? Im pretty sure that was supposed to be a “:3” :-( they killed my kitty smile…

Ohhhhh!! This was the ch I finally got a little horny with it, for real. Nice. I think I was like, ‘okay I need to work myself up to actually making this fic nsfw’ … lmao. Im still nervous about actually making them fuck I cannot lie…

WHY DID I CALL EMIL HIS NEXT VICTIM ,,,,,, oh wait I meant like. After touching on Ber he went for Emil next. That ws kind of a fucked up way to say it. I did not like that. But honestly, warranted

Literal actual basic typo. I know exactly what happened there, it was a tense thing and I was clicking thru edits too fast … FUCKK !!!!! 

Cuckold Berwald Real. TO ME. I should have made that exchange funnier. There was squandered opportunity…

THIS S IS SO OOO OO OOOOOO O. OOO OOOOOOOOOOO stupid. I hated that line. Im going to cry. Norgway my delusional insane king . Role model for children around the world. Worlds best brother. i think I have given myself a tension headache

ANOTHER TYPO HELLO?????? Once again I know exactly what happened in the editing process, that was on me for going too quick. Im a dumbass for not noticing until now 

Yeah okayyyyy… I might be a little bit of a bad person for writing this fic. This is so awful, lmao. Cest la vie…

LajglkjsdgjkajksdgjlkalkjdaljKJLkjlsjALKJLGAKSJDGLA I can barely handle this what the ehll man what the hell wha the hell im in distress. I shut my laptop on accident. Yay Emil is being included by his loving considerate older brother figure. This is so evil actually I need to take a walk or SOMETHING.

Emil my beloved king of reading the room incorrectly. He’s just like me frrrrrr

That line sucks. I hated that. Mads would not talk like that wtf. Im going to leave a mean comment on this fic OP needs to know. its WAYYY too late to change it though im just gonna get over it and move on. Sorry for having bad taste last year im a different person now <3

Oh this is so bad. Thats so BADDDDD. im having a GREAT time!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hav u ever um >< been to a pride parade? Girl im going to kill myself this is so much

Im so mean to Mathias. Brainless senseless manwhore with no moral compass. This AU rules

Damn okay bad writing strikes again. This whole section needed another rewrite. I could still fix this. I could make it funnier. I could even describe something for once

AWWW. AWWWWHHHHHHHHHH. Oh my god I adore these guys. i LOVEEEEEE them. Kicking my feet + cartoon hearts circling my head

OH.

OH . OHH. oH NO. AIIEEEEEEEEUUGHGHNNNNSNDNGDNNSGDNSGNSNDNGNSDGNN STOP IT SOPT IT STOP ITTTT AUUGHGH

I don’t want to read this. I know I wrote this horribly. i did NOT expect to run into full on smut already. Jesus h christ … Save meeeeeeee

Ok no sorry this is exactly the kind of reaction I need to desensitize myself to if Im hoping to write an orgy ending. Which uhhh spoilers ofc I am. Its going to build character , for me personally, because I am so so averse to writing porn. We r going to do it. im gonna do it. And right now i gotta read this <- hyping myself up

Um right so. This is really bad and I don’t want to be here. I am not sure how to enjoy this. I want to be enjoying this but I kind of want to jump into a volcano (not sexually).

And its over SORRY FOR BEING DRAMATIC THAT WAS LIKE 3 PARAGRAPHS TOPS. MY GOD. 

Everything I write is cringe to me and porn is like 10x as bad (this is why i needed the liveblog accountability to stay motivated). im sorry for subjecting anyone reading this to my poor self esteem. I will continue to be like this though<3

EMIL REACTIONS. I LOVE REACTIONS. I love the grappling with wtf is going on in this AU. Thats my favorite. The implications. TEE HEE

“Berwald is an only child with “my mom will never get grandchildren” gay guilt, and Timo, also gay, has two sisters—Sápmi (older) and Åland (younger). I’ll edit the previous lore A/N soon.” <- OHHH ok I did say something. Good. I forgot about Åland tho sorry girl. Maybe add fixing that A/N to the list of things I need to edit bcz uhhhhhh

im attempting my fic reread today. im announcing this bc i will be liveblogging to keep my morale up, NOT THAT anyone cares but i personally need this, like ill only commit to do the thing if theres an imaginary audience holding me accountable. & i like to have fun :3

anyway. captains log, its a beautiful sunny july weekend. i just finished my morning coffee, and, i am dreading this so much. i dont like rereading my own writing but i shall get over it. ok here we go.

Þetta Reddast vagueblogged directors commentary edition

Ch 1:

*opens fic and starts convulsing immediately* god i wish i smoked weed rn. i cannot chill out ever for the life of me

My Mission For Today Is: to remember what plot threads I’ve left hanging so I can resolve this story properly. And also try n remember where the flow is going. I have the end plotted out, I just am a little lost … it’s been a while :-(

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Abrupt beginning!!!! I’m not mad because I have . I HAD. Almost no writing experience when I started this. it isn’t ideal but I refuse to be one of those fanfic writers that starts rewriting early chapters without finishing the last ones. Ive never seen one of those types actually finish a longfic. …I’d already rather yap than actually read LMAO AHH

Oh this is worse than I remember. thats cool that s great ok alright *coughs up blood*

"20 somethings" WOW I really did not know where I was going with this when I started huh

LKJSDLKSJDLGKGDJSLDGJK ??? Who authorized this. Who let me cook. What the hell

I could write this better now. I could edit this into something beautiful. <- devil on my shoulder

FORGOT I WAS MAKING RICE BRB

"generously offered nothing to the exchange." wait STOPPPP. I’m so funny

GRAMMAR ERROR DETECTED why is there two periods. I’ll be coming back to fix that …………………. :-(((

Fuck. This is a lot. Marge Simpson Hiding Her Face dot Png

Oh this is stupid this is gayyy this is fukcinnn . Who fucking did t his. What was wrong with me,. This is so good actually. what was i ONNNN. 

Im gonna throw up and I don’t know if thats like/. A complimentary thing or if im just cringing that hard . Im feeling emotions. I love my OTPs..OT3~5? I love them so so much

Ok as much as im like “eww bad writing” this is .. dare I say, rly good in places. Not to suck my own dick but maybe all hope isnt lost and imposter syndrome is an illusion

Grammar mistake #2. Goddddddd. they should ban me from the archive for this

EMILLLLL EMIL EMIL EMIL HIIIIII BABYYYY EMILLL I LOVE UUUU AWWHUUGHH everyone clap for my bewoved baby bruvver right FUCKING now

Urghhh gritting my teeth… Im fully expecting the flow of events to start not making any gd sense. There’s no way this came together the way I hoped in my head and .... For real I was never able to read this all the way thru. this is my first time, lol. and it was all disjointed on the authorial end to say the least. Im scared T-T

Jlxjvklsdkjfsjlkdkjlsjklkljzsdkjlgaskljdgjklasljkgdljkasljkdgjklasjlkdgljkaskljdgjakl?????????? 

Im not liking the ratio of dialogue to whatever the other stuff is. scene-setting I guess. prose maybe. i could have dragged this out way longer... By which I mean made it a more satisfying read. But WHATEVER !!!! 

TIMO !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TIMOOOOOOOOOO NUMERO UNOOOO DO MUNDOOOOOO I really need to utilize him more. As soon as I finish this fic I need to write a Timo POV spinoff where he gets cancelled on furry twitter for proshipping in real life

Hmmmm chapter ending didn’t hit as hard in practice as it did in drafts. Oh well. God damn that was a lot to happen in one chapter LMAOO???

OH SHIT MY RICE IS STILL COOKING —— 

[joshpup]

To Love or Not to Love // Pt. 3

Intro // Pt. 1 // Pt. 2 // Pt. 3 // Pt. 4 // Pt. 5 // Pt. 6 // Pt. 7 // Pt. 8 // Pt. 9 // Pt. 10 // Pt. 11 // Pt. 12 // Pt. 13 // Pt. 14 // Pt. 15 // Pt. 16 // Pt. 17 Word Count: 2,033 Genre: Svt Mafia Au Member: Mingyu TW: Angst, Violence, mention of blood, there will be fluff eventually i promise. idk about tw if there is one i should add pls let me know im bad at them

Joshua may have been much nicer to you to then you had expected, but that still didn't change the fact you were their prisoner. After Joshua had finished putting everything away, he took you back to the oh so plain room and locked you in once more. You weren’t as bitter and angry when you first were locked away, but that didn’t mean you were happy. You were far from happy, just a little more comfortable. You walked back to the corner of the room and settled yourself against the two walls, and just as you were drifting off to sleep, you hear quite a racket off people, which you could only assume were the others getting back from whatever “business” they had been attending too.

You woke up to a knock on the door, and not long after Joshua walked through with another tray of food. You stood up and met him halfway.

“Good morning.” Joshua said, placing the tray of food on the edge of the bed again.

“Well, I wouldn’t say ‘good,’ but anyways… Morning.” You said bitterly as you looked down at the food, just like last time, the food looked pretty appetizing. Minus the fact you were locked in a room, you didn’t feel too much like a prisoner. Joshua chuckled a little and there was a moment of silence.

“Did everyone come back last night?” You questioned.

“Everyone except Hansol and Seungcheol.” Joshua answered. Of course, you had no idea who those names belonged too, so you just nodded slightly, a slightly confused expression on your face.

“Ah, Hansol is our guy that stays up to date with everything, and Seungcheol is the boss.” Joshua explained, noticing your confused look.

“So, does Seungcheol know I’m here yet?”

“Unless Hansol’s told him, I don’t think he does know.” Joshua said, fiddling with the edge of the tray a little. You nodded once more, watching Joshua.

“Mingyu said that he’d come up and see you soon.” Joshua said after a moment of silence.

“Tell him not too. I don’t want to talk to him.” You stated bluntly. Joshua nodded, an understanding expression on his face.

“I have a feeling no matter what I tell Mingyu, it’s not going to stop him, but I’ll let him know.” Joshua said, turning towards the door, “make sure you actually eat something this time.” and with that, the door was closed. You weren’t sure if you heard the door lock this time, but honestly you didn’t have a desire to go out of the room now. It was quiet and no one was there to bother you. You picked at the food for a bit, eating a tiny bit but not much of it. You didn’t have an appetite anymore. The thought of having to face Mingyu was enough to rid you of your appetite.

You stared at the food for a while, then got up and walked around the room aimlessly. To say the least you were bored, and really just wanted to take a shower and freshen up. You were tired of being locked up in the room, if they planned on keeping you there forever they might as well let you out. It felt like years before the door opened again. You quickly stood up from where you sat on the foot of the bed as the doorknob turned and the door was pushed open. You had expected to see Joshua again, but this time it was Mingyu. He poked his head through the small opening he had made opening the door and looked at you. You had never felt so many different emotions flood your body at one time. Your first reaction upon seeing his face was to quickly walk towards the door. He looked taken aback when you rushed towards him, but that only made it easier for you to push him out of the room and slam the door shut, planting yourself firmly in front of it to keep him from opening the door again. He pushed at the door a few times but you were holding it in place as if your life depended on it.

“Oh, come on (y/n)!” You heard Mingyu whine from the other side of the door.

“Leave me alone!” You shouted back. There was a moment of silence and then footsteps sounded getting softer with each step. You hadn’t expected him to leave so easily… You stayed blocking the door just in case he came back, but after a few minutes and no sign of anyone in the halls, let alone trying to get to your room you finally let the door be. You walked back to the bed and stared at it for a while. Why did I just trap myself in this room? You thought to yourself. I should have tried to get out… You shrugged your shoulders, it was too late anyways, no use beating yourself up over it.

When the door opened for the third time that day, you were on high alert. Pleasantly (or as pleasant as it can get being held hostage), this time it was Joshua again.

“Mingyu came down in such a bad mood, what did you do to him?” Joshua questioned as he walked into the room. You shrugged your shoulders. Joshua ran his fingers through his hair and let out a sigh.

“Is there anything you need?” Joshua asked after a moment of silence.

“To get out of this room.” you said after thinking for a while.

“You might see Mingyu. And I can’t guarantee the other members will be nice to you. Most of them don’t want you here.” Joshua stated.

“Yah, a few of them did try to kill me, I think I know I’m not to welcome.” You said, rolling your eyes slightly.

“Alright… Don’t try to leave the house if I let you out, you’ll be killed for sure.” Joshua said, his voice much more stern than you’d ever heard it. You nodded and followed him out of the room. You were honestly so happy to be out of that room and be able to look out a window and see sunlight that you didn’t care you’d see Mingyu, or the guys who almost killed you a few days ago. You followed Joshua down the hall and towards the stairs. As you passed the many doors, you could hear music softly playing behind one of the walls, but you passed too quickly to figure out exactly which room it was coming from. You followed closely behind Joshua as you walked down the stairs and towards the kitchen like the night before. The sunlight filled the house beautifully. Honestly, how such awful people could have such a nice house like this made you puzzled… maybe they weren’t as bad as you thought. You shook your head slightly. Don’t think like that (y/n), they kidnapped you!

The two of you walked through the kitchen and into another connecting room that you hadn’t noticed the night before. The room, which you would call the living room (but it's debatable), had a few couches, and a TV mounted on the wall. In one corner of the room stood a wrack with clothes hanging from it, and beside that was a table piled with various things, from more clothes to an umbrella and even some pots and pans. There were even rolls of papers that at first glance looked like maps too you and knowing these people, it was probably blueprints to some poor person’s store.

There were several people in the room, some on the couch, some laying on the floor or leaning against the wall, doing their own things. Some on their phones, one person reading, another person writing something down, but as soon as you and Joshua walked into the room their heads turned and soon all eyes were on you.

“Josh, why’d you let them out?” someone you had never seen before questioned, standing up to reveal just how short he was compared to the others in the group.

“Don’t worry Jihoon, (y/n) not going to go anywhere. Do you think she could really leave this house?” Joshua asked, waving his hands a little to gesture to the house. Jihoon gave Joshua a look that could kill.

“I won’t take my eyes off them.” Joshua assured.

“Mingyu should be the one watching over them, not you…” Minghao, looking over from where he sat on the couch.

“I’d rather die than have to spend time with Mingyu.” You blurted out.

“We can arrange that.” Jun said, glaring at you. You glared back at him. If the tension in the room wasn’t already high, it was now. Everyone was silent, and no one moved. You didn’t dare move, let alone breath. You felt as if you made one wrong move you’d die right there on the spot. Was this how everyone normally acted, or is everyone stressed for some reason? You didn’t know, but you could hope this wasn’t their normal way of acting.

“Why is everyone so quiet?” A voice called from in the kitchen. You turned around to see Mingyu walking towards the living room, which also meant towards you. For some reason, your first instinct was to move behind Joshua, out of Mingyu’s reach. This action not only earned you a glare from Mingyu, but Joshua also got a good bit of Mingyu’s attitude. He brushed passed the two of you and threw himself down on the couch next to Minghao and Jun.

“Why aren’t you watching over (y/n)? You said you would…” Minghao said once again.

“(Y/n) won’t let me get near them.” Mingyu stated.

“Well that’s your issue.” a guy with longish hair spoke up for the first time since you entered the room. “You said you’d take care of them, don’t push your job off on Joshua. He’s got his own things I need him to do.”

“Hey, I only asked him to watch over them last night while we were gone. And Josh’s not some person you can boss around anymore, Jeonghan.”

“I shouldn’t have left my room…” Your whispered, barely audibly to your own ears, let alone anyone else.

“Look Mingyu, I don’t have a problem watching over (y/n), but when the boss comes home it’s all on you. Don’t push this onto me.” Joshua finally spoke up.

“Sounds good, plus if anyone would know how to take care of (y/n) it’s you.” Mingyu said with a shrug of his shoulders. Before you could even blink there was a pillow being smacked in Mingyu’s face and a loud grunt from Jeonghan. Joshua shifted from foot to foot awkwardly while the others expressions changed from frustration to a look you couldn’t quite pinpoint. Joshua cleared his throat.

“Well, once the boss gets back I have to go out for a few days with Jeonghan so you better learn Mingyu.” Joshua said before turning to leave the room, you close behind him.

When the two of you had made it far enough away to go unheard, Joshua laughed a bit.

“That was dramatic.” You nodded. You had expected to be under fire, but not quite like that. You followed Joshua around the for a bit as he showed around the house. At first glance, you didn’t think it would be that big, but it was actually really big. Then again, they are part of the mafia, so it’s not like they wouldn’t have money. They had a huge exercise room, the boss's room (which no one but the boss was allowed in unless summoned), all the rooms upstairs, the kitchen and living room which you’d already seen, a dance room for some reason and then a few rooms Joshua said he couldn’t show you. You guessed they had something to do with their line of work, so you didn’t ask, partly for your own safety, and partly because you didn’t want to know what type of terrible things they are doing.

After Joshua had shown you every part of the house he could, he turned to you.

“Anything else you want to know?” He questioned.

“Yah,” you started, “When can I take a shower?”

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[allywritesforfun]

hiiii!!!! i hope i am doing this right but i was wondering if you could do a fluffy wilbur oneshot based on tommy’s lie detector test vlog or the you laugh you lose vlog. i hope this isn’t to vague but you could write it how ever you want. have a good day or night depending on when you read this lol!!

ayeee thank you for the request!! <3

{The Test Doesn't Lie} Wilbur Soot x Reader

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"Do you wanna have a go?" Tommy asked your boyfriend, Wilbur.

You two were invited by Tommy to record a Tom Simons vlog, lie detector edition. Wilbur was invited to be in it, you were invited to help film. You didn't like to be other MCYT's vlogs unless it was just in the background. You had a fear that people would think you were just dating Wilbur for the fame, which was far from the truth.

"Whatcha think, Love?" Wilbur asked you. "It would make a good skit wouldn't it?"

You shrugged, "You wanna copy Tommy's idea and post it on your channel that you don't even do vlogs on? Seems a little controversial to me."

"You always say 'post what makes you happy' and how often do we get a lie detector?" Wilbur asked.

You shook your head and hid your smile, he was right. You did always tell him that when he asked you if ideas were good or not, "Alright, alright. Go ahead."

"Alright boys!" Wilbur yelled. "On the sofa you go now!”

“Do you wanna join us, y/n?” Jack asked you. “I can stand if you'd like.”

You shook your head, “I’m good behind the camera. It is his channel anyways and Tommy’s team shouldn't have to record it.”

“Please y/n!” Wilbur begged while the Tech was getting him hooked up to the machine. “We always do lifestyle vlogs. It would be nice to do a fun one.”

You could never say no to his pleading eyes. He basically got anything that he wanted, with reason of course, out of you. Besides, he was right. It’s been a while since you did something non-romantic for his channel, “Alright, make room.”

Tommy and Ranboo slid over to opposite ends of the couch and Jack stood in the center behind you three. You felt a rush of excitement when you sat down. Tommy’s camera crew was getting the cameras refocused and was adjusting Wilbur’s camera to match his height.

Wilbur did his vlog intro, which took a few tries because he kept laughing during it, but he got it eventually. Tommy was first to volunteer to question him when he got his baseline checked. 

“Wilbur, I must know,” He started out. “You do all of these ‘You Laugh You Lose’ streams, but do you do them when you want extra money and not because it is what the fans want.”

You instantly covered your mouth with your hand. What a bold question that was to start out with. Wilbur was taken back and to take a moment, “No! I do them for the fans! I barely make any extra money off of them because I pay the mods for those streams!”

“Truth!” The Tech called.

Tommy took his seat and nudged you to go up. You haven't even thought of a question yet. You and Wilbur had a very honest and open relationship, so you didn't really have anything to find out about. Wilbur has you so wrapped up in content that all you could think about was: ‘what would make good clips?’

“Wilbur...” You crossed your arms and shook your head.

“Yes, Love?” Wilbur asked all innocently.

“How many days of the week do you actually use my conditioner?”

You could hear Ranboo and Tommy burst out laughing in the background. “I -erm-” Wilbur stumbled on his words. “Maybe five?”

“Five!” You yelled. “That’s expensive conditioner that I got for my hair! You have your own shit! Use it!”

Wilbur looked over at the Tech, who gave him a thumbs up. He sighed in relief, “I’m sorry! It just works with my curls better.”

You threaded your hand through Wilbur’s hair, “You ain’t gonna have any curls soon if you keep using my shit.” You placed a gentle kiss on his forehead, which he smiled in response, “That is a threat.”

“Ayo!” Jack called, taking off his hat. “You could look like me!”

You chuckled as you sat down, “That was actually funny.”

“Congrats, Jack!” Tommy patted his arm. “It’s hard to get y/n to laugh!”

You rolled your eyes and denied his statement, “It's easy when you’re actually funny.”

Ranboo was already by Wilbur, waiting for your shenanigans to come to an end. Once it did he asked: “y/n or Beyoncé?”

Wilbur tilted his head back, “Why is that even a question. y/n of course! I wouldn't pick-”

“That’s a lie,” The Tech interrupted. 

“No way!” Tommy yelled, running over to the screen. Sure enough, there was a huge heart rate spike when he spoke, indicating that he just told one of the biggest lies of his laugh.

“y/n...” Wilbur begged. “If Beyoncé would ask you out, I would say yes for you.”

“That doesn’t mean you can drop me just because you would want me to drop you!” You joked. “Is it because I don’t sing?”

“No it’s not-”

“Lie.”

“Well it would give me a lot of clout to make a music video with her,” Wilbur quickly fixed his statement. “Don’t look too much into it, Love. You know I love you and that I wouldn't actually break up with you. You have so much more.”

You glared back at him, then looked over at the Tech. He nodded and gave you a thumbs up.

“God I’m gonna throw up!” Tommy playfully commented. “Enough of this lovey-dovey bullshit. Wilbur, Lovejoy or the DreamSMP?”

You covered your mouth again. Tommy was going after Wilbur today. You were already making a prediction of what questions Wilbur would cut out.

Jack stood up for his final question, and the last question of Wilbur’s turn. He placed his hand on his shoulder and pointed over at you, “You got a pretty special person to live with don’t you?” He rhetorically asked. “All to yourself, yet nothing but words to show of it. Are you actually gonna marry y/n?”

Oh. My. Fucking. God. He did not just-

“100% yeah,” Wilbur answered without giving a second thought.

The Tech held up his thumb. You felt your cheeks flare up from how sudden and cute it was. He was so proud and sure in his response, it just made his heart melt. 

“The test doesn't lie,” Wilbur commented. 

Everyone nervously laughed, not knowing what to say. You felt their eyes on you as they awaited your response. You bit your lip and kept sigh-laughing, still trying to compose yourself, “Yeah?” Was all you managed to get out.

“Yeah,” Wilbur responded.

You always knew that you wanted to marry Wilbur, and you also knew that it was gonna be a bit til he actually did. You didn't think the whole ‘we’re gonna get married one day’ conversation would be in front of all of his friends either. But here you were, struggling through the process. 

The Tech helped Wilbur disconnect from the machine. Once free, Wilbur walked over to you with open arms. You met him half way and hugged him. In the midst of probably the tightest, most loving hug that he has ever given you, he leaned down and whispered in your ear: “I never lie to you y/n. Even if it hurts you, I’ll never lie.” He kissed your temple a few times before letting go. You both looked over at the younger boys, who stared back in awe.

“So that’s what a healthy relationship looks like,” Ranboo pointed out. 

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