#oh well. at least i might finish it in january at least
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drawnfamiliarfaces · 9 days ago
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the successor and his 800 year old spiritual mentor + torn pages au doodles ;)
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everestgale · 10 days ago
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"A thought is a vine, and some thoughts nurture thorns that bleed the soul. An endless growth that blots your vision and strangles your trust. When I succumbed to myself, you patiently stood by me and cut the thistles that rooted in my skin. Your compassion is what freed us both."
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I love Thorn so much. I might not draw her often, but she is definitely one of my favorites <3
Well, I do have a project planned that has Witch & Thorn as the central characters... but oh my, it will take at least a month or two of nonstop work on that project to get it done. I don't think I quite have the time for that right now 😭Perhaps it could be one of my backburner projects. We'll see how it goes :]
[Throwback | Scheduled post | Drawing finished : January 12th, 2024]
[Find my Slay the Princess art here] [Princess art] [TLQ art] [Voices art]
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soapisahimbo · 2 years ago
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Three's Company - John 'Soap' MacTavish & Simon 'Ghost' Riley
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Request by @st4rv1ng-m0uth:
Well I just finished reading uou nsfw alphabet for Soap and The idea you had under the dirty secret was just amazing so I would love to request threesome with Ghost and Johnny (also I think it if they kissed in the eiffel tower position that would be just *chef's kiss*)
Oh. My. God. This request was sent to me in January. I am so sorry that you had to wait this long, but I sincerely hope this makes up for the wait! This is a bit of a beast at 7200 words, which might not seem like a lot compared to some writers, but it is to me! I really, really, really hope you like it!
Contains heavy smut elements, so minors stay away!
warnings: threesome, fem!reader/female anatomy, overstimulation, soap and ghost get FILTHY with reader, eiffel tower position, oral sex, penetrative sex, semi-homoeroticism, may contain spelling errors despite checking, i fucking got carried away
You felt the world roll with a yelp and a whoosh; the floor came up to meet you, your back slammed against the mat and you knew that it was with just enough force to leave a bruise for a good week or so. Such was the way of Lieutenant Simon 'Ghost' Riley - he never actually hurt you, but he'd beat you up just enough for you to remember the lesson. To be fair though, you suspected he was going easy on you. Or, well, easier compared to the others he usually sparred with, just a tad.
With another quick sweeping motion, he pulled you by your arm to sit you up, only to slip into position behind you and wrap you up in a grip so tight you were sure that a boa constrictor would be considered child's play in comparison; one arm wrapped around your neck in a chokehold, your arm that he grabbed twisted at an uncomfortable angle, and his legs clamped around your midsection like a beartrap.
You could only hold for a few seconds before you tapped his arm with your free hand to signal submission and he released you in an instant, letting you roll over and get back up on your feet. He stood up as well, towering over you.
"I thought you said you weren't gonna let me 'fuck you over' today," he said, and you swore you could've heard a tone of mockery in his voice. The balaclava gave you a better look at his eyes than the skull-mask usually did, but it still kept any expression on his face obscured. If he even had any expressions to show.
"Shut up," you said. "You caught me off guard is all."
"Uh-huh. Isn't the whole point of this to train so you don't get caught off guard?"
Ghost had, much to your surprise, been the one to offer to train you. Not that you weren't capable, but his argument for it was that you would need to learn to take down the best and the most dangerous soldiers that you could come across on the battlefield, and he wanted to make sure you were well trained. Just learning to take down someone his size alone could be imperative to your survival. As such, the two of you had met up every other day to spar if able, and by now you had been going for at least a couple of months of the same routine.
"Well, sometimes even the best of us get caught off guard. It's just as important to learn how to regain your footing when you lose your balance as it is to keep it," you quipped, proud of your analogy.
"Well, you failed."
You sighed, planting your hands on your hips, and stared at him for a moment. "You can't just let me have a moment, can you?"
"No. You're not here to have 'moments', you're here to train. You won't be havin' any moments if you're dead."
You rolled your eyes, but you knew he had a point. "I hate it when you're right."
"It's a burden I carry much too often." He stepped away to grab a bottle of water and handed it to you. "You got cocky. You lost the second you thought you could beat me."
"Oh wow, kill my hopes and dreams, why don't you?" you mumbled sarcastically.
"Never underestimate your opponent, and never overestimate your own abilities. A bloated ego will never do you any good. If you ask me, I'd say Sergeant MacTavish has rubbed off a bit too much on you."
You noticed that he was looking past you, over your shoulder, and you turned to see the very man mentioned leaning up against the wall with a grin on his face.
"Awae widdya now, lieutenant. I swear to you I've never rubbed anythin' off on anyone. Least of all any pretty ladies." He turned his gaze to you and gave a wink.
You'd be lying if you said Soap MacTavish didn't have an effect on you. For the most part, you considered him a good and trustworthy friend, someone who you knew you could lean on in troubled times. But he was also an incessant tease with a rugged sort of charm, a man who harmlessly liked to push buttons and limits all the same, and looked at you with a certain kind of gleam in his eyes that made you feel just the tiniest little flutter in your stomach. You couldn't let him catch you checking him out, or he'd never let you hear the end of it.
"Too busy rubbing yourself," Ghost deadpanned. breaking you out of your little moment of reverie.
Soap chuckled. "You should try it, maybe it'd help you relax."
"Now now, boys," you said from behind the lip of your water bottle, about to take a sip, "play nice."
Soap stepped away from the wall to join you and Ghost on the mat. "I always play nice, wouldn't you say, lass? LT however - he might be nice to you, but he'd shove a boot up my arse at any given moment."
You scoffed. "If this is what it feels like when he's 'nice', I don't want to know what it feels like when he plays rough."
"Might get you to stay focused for once," Ghost grumbled.
"How 'bout I join in, eh?" Soap offered. "It's always good to have some variation in your life."
"You wanna teach her how to blabber her enemies to death?"
"You know I could give some good pointers."
You couldn't help but hesitate. Getting your ass handed to you by the Ghost was rough enough, but Ghost and Soap? You knew that despite all their bickering, they were a tight and dangerous pair that garnered a lot of awe and respect from their peers. On one hand, you probably couldn't find anyone better to train you even if you tried; on the other, you weren't sure how you'd make it through a session with both of them.
You heard Ghost let out a slight sigh. "Fine." He turned to you. "You go a couple of rounds with MacTavish, I'll watch, then we switch. Stay on your toes and stay. Focused."
He didn't seem to give you any say in the matter, so you were left with little other choice but to do as you were told. You put your bottle to the side, straightened the laces on your boots and took a deep breath. "Yessir."
Soap - Johnny, as he gave you special permission to call him, which otherwise seemed to be Ghost's sole privilege - made a habit of joining you for your regular sparring sessions, and while you definitely learned some very valuable lessons, they certainly put you through the ringer. You made the mistake of thinking that maybe the sergeant would have been a bit more easygoing compared to his masked counterpart, but while he kept up the usual light-hearted humour, he and Ghost gave you very little respite. You were however making improvement, so much so that even Ghost complimented you on it, so you kept your complaining to a minimum.
You couldn't help but feel like there was something hanging in the air, though. You tried to brush it off as just good-natured competition between them, but you knew that wasn't quite it. After about two months of training with them, you started to notice some interesting behaviour to say the least.
They were usually already there when you arrived, keeping a hushed conversation that quickly ended once you entered the room. Probably some confidential stuff, you thought.
They were liberal with slower walkthroughs, one always putting their hands on you to adjust your position when grappling with the other. They're just being thorough, you thought.
They kept bantering, and you couldn't help but feel like they were showing off. For you or for each other, you couldn't tell, but they had a certain way of butting heads over what to do and how to do it better than the other. That's just the way they are, you thought.
By the end of each session, it felt like something was ready to snap, but you couldn't for the life of you put your finger on it. You found yourself waiting for something to happen, but you didn't know what, and you couldn't tell if you felt relieved or disappointed when nothing did. The more that feeling kept growing, the more that snap felt ever imminent, and it didn't seem like you could do anything but brace.
It wasn't until you happened to overhear a conversation between them that the feeling seemed to gain some sort of validity. You didn't mean to snoop, but just as you were about to step through the door, you heard Johnny mention your name, and you stopped right next to the doorway.
"We'd be going against an entire library's worth of paragraphs," you heard Ghost respond to whatever he had said.
"You keep saying that, but you still haven't said that you don't want it," he scoffed. "I'm pretty sure Price has had his fair share, and I know for a fact that Gaz has."
"Fuck's sake, Johnny."
"Listen, I'm not dumb, all right?"
"I have my doubts."
"Fuck off. Look, I'm not talking about pulling some dirty tricks or trying to persuade her into doing something she doesn't want to do. If she doesn't want anything to do with it, that's it, end of story."
"Do you realize she's in our squad? This will only serve to create unnecessary complications. We are her superiors - ever stop to think about how that'll look if anyone were to find out? Get your head out of your fucking ass."
"Of course I've thought about it! I'm aware of how fucked this is. But I also know you're as deep in it as I am." There was a moment's heavy pause and you could feel it even from where you were standing.
"We're done talking about this, Johnny."
You took this as your cue to step in and found the two of them glaring at each other, but they didn't seem to notice you until you spoke up. "Done talking about what?" you said.
It was almost as if though you had poured buckets of icy water over them with how they jolted at the sound of your voice, their heads snapped in your direction and they stared at you with such wide eyes that you thought they would pop out of their sockets. If their topic of discussion hadn't sounded so serious before you entered, you probably would've laughed.
They stayed quiet and frozen for a few more moments. "Is..." you started. "Is there something I should know?"
Johnny seemed to splutter back to reality. "No! No, no, not at all, we were just-"
"How much did you hear?" Ghost interrupted, demanding but apprehensive.
You shrugged. "Enough to know you were talking about me, but that's about it." You squinted your eyes at them. "The fuck are you guys up to that you have to be this secretive about it? Are you in trouble?"
"No," said Johnny, "no, we're not in any trouble. And neither are you, we were just... discussing something."
"Uh-huh, uh-huh. Listen, if there's anything I need to know, I'd prefer it if you just told me. Especially if the two of you are gonna keep sneaking around behind my back like this."
You had never seen them this stiff and... awkward. Like two teenage boys getting caught watching porn by their mom. Their eyes flitted between each other and you, contemplating whether to tell you and how much. They seemed to come to some silent agreement before turning to you once more.
"Not here," Ghost grumbled. "We can head to my room. It's... a bit more secluded."
"An invitation to Simon Riley's private quarters?" you tried to joke. "Wow, this must be something special."
Neither of them responded, instead Ghost just stepped by you and Johnny gestured for you to follow. Walking down the halls, that feeling in the air was heavier than ever, and you still couldn't tell what it was or if it made you excited or nervous; if it was something serious or just something that they'd built up in their heads to be bigger than it actually was.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you guys were up to something illegal," you said after walking in awkward silence for far longer than you were comfortable with. "Is this the part where you tell me you've been running an underground drug ring all this time?"
Johnny chuckled. "Not illegal, technically, just..." He gave an odd glance at you. "Maybe a bit questionable."
Ghost's room was not quite what you expected it to be. Clean and tidy, well-lit, organized. You'd half-expected there to be a row of skull-masks to be hanging neatly on the wall - one for every day of the week. Or mood. Maybe he hid them in his closet.
"All right," you said, watching him take a seat at his desk. "Are you guys gonna tell me what's up?"
The men glanced at each other once more. "We, uh," Johnny began. "There's something we've been thinking about. A... proposition, of sorts?"
Ghost groaned. "Don't call it that. We're not proposing or offering anything here, all right? We just need to get this out, clear the fuckin' air."
"Fine, don't lose yer fuckin' head. Listen, we don't expect anything off of you, or think that this is something you'd want, we just don't want you to get the wrong idea or get caught up in something you don't want to be involved in."
"This is starting to sound more and more like a drug ring after all," you muttered.
"It's not, all right, I can promise you that. It's just that... after some time, LT and I feel like you've been doing very well during practice and we're quite proud of you. But we also feel like there's something we can't quite... overlook."
You couldn't get over how they were acting. Johnny was usually such a cocky and confident man, you'd never seen him struggle to find the words he wanted to say.
"Ok, and?"
"Just get to the point," Ghost grumbled.
"This isn't exactly an easy conversation here, LT, I'm tryin' to-"
"This was your fuckin' idea, Soap, you get to see it through."
"Guys-" you tried, but to no avail.
"You wouldn't be here if you didn't want it too!"
"I want you to get it out of your fuckin' system so you can shut up about it for once!"
"Go fuck yerself, you're just as involved as-"
"You're the one that has been scheming about this shit since day one, don't fuckin' pin it on me!"
"For fuck's sake!"
You honestly wished you knew what was going on, but between their arguing and your own confusion, you didn't even realize Johnny had walked up to you until he grabbed you by the wrist, pulled you to him and planted his lips on yours. You weren't quite sure what to make of this or what to focus on - his lips were far softer than you ever would've thought they'd be, and his hands, now cupping your cheeks, were far gentler than you had experienced before. He broke off just as suddenly as he'd grabbed you and you felt your head spin, gripping onto his wrists for some sort of stability.
"Whoa..." you mumbled.
"Fuckin' hell," you heard Ghost growl.
"Sorry," Johnny muttered, seemingly just as dazed as you. "I lost my cool there for a second."
You couldn't help but chuckle. You weren't sure what to make of this, but a part of you wanted to just go with it. "I mean, I didn't really mind it."
"You serious?"
"Yeah. Didn't think this was what you were going for, but it could've been worse, I guess."
His face split into a grin before he leaned in and kissed you again, more calm and controlled this time. You weren't sure how long you stood there for until you heard Ghost clearing his throat, and you flinched at the sound, blushing profusely once you remembered where you were.
"Sorry to interrupt you, lovebirds, but if this is how it's gonna go, you can just head to your own rooms."
Johnny glanced over at him. You could see the gears turning before he looked at you, planted another gentle kiss onto you lips and then turned you towards the lieutenant, placing himself behind you. He put his hands on your waist and leaned his chin against your shoulder.
"Come on now, LT. Isn't this what we came here for?"
You looked between them, watching another lazy grin appear on Johnny's face and Ghost's hands clench at the armrests on his desk-chair. Slowly, you felt it click in your head.
"This is why you guys have been acting so weird? You both have a thing for me?"
"That's one way to put it."
"So, what, you want me to choose between you or something? You guys have been having some weird competition over who gets the girl?"
Ghost stood up. "Not quite," he said. He stared at you and you couldn't quite tell if maybe there was some sort of jealousy or if he wanted to leave you be.
"It's more of a mutual desire, really," Johnny mumbled into your hair.
Ghost stepped towards you, slowly. Gently, he grabbed your chin and tilted it up and stared into your eyes. He ran his thumb along your jaw and then up to your bottom lip. "This ok?" he asked quietly.
Oh.
Oh.
It made sense now - or at least a bit more than it did before. Their weird behaviour, their conversation, the way they'd kept dancing around the point. To be fair, you would've expected the drug ring long before you'd ever thought of this.
You took a moment to think it through; this wasn't exactly something that happened every day. Just like Ghost had said earlier, this would not look good if anyone else were to find out. All three of you would end up in heaps of trouble, them possibly more than you. You knew, logically, that it was probably for the best to end it right here, to say "thanks, but no thanks", walk away and pretend like this never happened. They definitely knew this, too, but there was something about the warmth emanating from them, enveloping you; the touch, that tension in the air. That snap that had been hanging over your heads this entire time, like a rubber band pulled to its absolute limit. You knew that you should say no to this.
But how could you?
Before you even knew what you were doing, you nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, it's ok."
You could tell that they both relaxed significantly, Johnny pressing himself closer to your back and squeezing at your waist as Ghost reached up and pulled his mask off. No. Simon. You'd seen him before, but it didn't make it any less palpable to see him again.
He gave you a moment to stare at his face before he leaned in and kissed you, surprisingly much gentler than the sergeant. Your heart was already pounding and your mind was racing, not knowing what to focus on; Simon's lips on yours, Johnny's tongue at your neck, their hands caressing you all over, stroking and kneading and wandering. You didn't know what to do with your own, so they wandered as well, grabbing at their shirts, at their arms, at their hair, their belts.
"Look at this, LT," Johnny spoke softly as his hands slipped in under your shirt and up to your chest, "we had nothing to worry about."
Simon hummed into your mouth, his tongue slipping in past your lips. His hand moved downwards, cupping your mound and rubbing at it, and your hips tilted back, ass grinding right into Johnny. You broke the kiss with a gasp, leaning your head back to catch your breath.
"That feel good, bonnie?" Johnny chuckled into your ear and cupped your breasts over your bra, squeezing. "Want us to keep going?"
You nodded. "Yes! Yeah, I want- keep going."
You felt a tug and looked down to see Simon unbuckling your belt. He unbuttoned your pants, opening them up and slipping a hand right down your underwear, finding a slick heat in his wake, and your mouth fell open in a soft gasp. He groaned and rubbed circles around your hole, as if taking in the sensation of your wetness.
"Fffuck me," he whispered. "She's fucking soaked."
Johnny grabbed the bottom of your shirt and pulled it up to your chest, exposing your skin and leaning over your shoulder to get a view of what his lieutenant was doing. "Give 'er here, LT."
You watched with utter surprise and fascination as Simon pulled his hand back out from your pants, fingers glistening, and held it right up to Johnny's face, who took his fingers into his mouth without an ounce of hesitation.
"How's she taste?" Simon asked.
Johnny hummed against the hand as he sucked and licked it clean before releasing it and turned his head to look you dead in the eyes. "Like a fuckin' dream."
You whimpered as Simon ran his now wet hand over your throat, then down between your breasts, over your stomach. He then grabbed onto the hem of your pants and started pulling them down, leaving you bare.
"Oh, shit," you breathed as he knelt down in front of you.
He untied and yanked your boots off before removing your pants and underwear completely. "Lift her leg up for me, will ya, Johnny?"
Johnny shifted his weight and you felt his chest at your shoulder, holding a firm grip with his arm around your waist before he scooped up one of your legs by the crook of your knee. He grinned at you and leaned in to press his lips against yours one more, far more eager and heated than he was before. It was hard for you to focus though, as you felt Simon's large hands rub up along the inside of your thighs. Before you knew it, you felt him press his face in between your legs, and at the feeling of his lips on you, you gasped, and Johnny took the chance to slip his tongue into your mouth.
You don't know how they did it, but they seemed to work in perfect tandem. Johnny's tongue stroking against yours, Simon's tongue lapping at your pussy, driving you out of your mind with pleasure. In an attempt to ground yourself, you tried to find something to hold on to - one hand made it's way to Simon's head and grabbed a tight hold on his hair and had him groan into your core. The other found Johnny's arm around your waist, gripping and digging your nails into his skin.
You thought you felt a wet drop run down your leg and you weren't sure if it was your own or Simon's making, but he gave you very little time to consider it as he slipped a calloused finger into you. You broke away from Johnny's kiss with a moan and your head fell back against his shoulder.
He chuckled. "Y'feel good, bonnie? Is your pussy all wet and nice for us?"
You couldn't do much else but nod fervently. "Yes," you moaned, "yes, I'm-!" You felt another finger push inside and your hips canted against Simon's face. "Fuck!"
"Just like that, baby," Johnny mumbled into your ear. "Look at you now, hm? Gonna watch you cum all over his face like a good fuckin' girl."
The shivers that ran through your body at his words met with the heat at the pit of your stomach from Simon's mouth and fingers and you trembled. You thought you'd shake apart, but they held onto you so tightly that they might has well have been glued to you. You felt Simon's fingers curl inside you, finding the spot that you'd always had trouble reaching on your own, and his tongue worked between your folds and then up to your clit. The volume of the moan that left you startled you, and for a brief moment you were worried that someone else would hear, but it only seemed to spur your company on. Johnny ground his crotch against your rear with another chuckle and buried his face in your neck, licking and nibbling at your jawline as Simon sucked on your clit and pumped his fingers in and out, pushing against that spot again and again and again.
"Ah, f-fuck, fuckfuckfuck," you panted, "thi-this is s-so fucki- I'm-!"
"Breathe," Johnny groaned against your skin, "breathe. You're so good, so fuckin' good to us. Cum on his face now, bonnie, go on, cum on his face and then you can cum on our cocks, yeah?"
Another wave of shivers had you quivering in his arms. Simon pressed his face further into your pussy, grunting like a man starved with his free hand gripping onto your thigh, and Johnny moaned at you further to "cum, baby, cum for us, I promise it'll feel so good." The heat in between your thighs felt like it was starting to boil, a sort of pressure getting stronger and stronger and stronger, condensing into a white-hot pinpoint of pleasure at your core, and Johnny cooed, Simon fucked his fingers into you and you squirmed between them until the pressure finally burst and you came with a cry and a gush over Simon's hand and mouth. Your legs shook as Simon worked you through your orgasm and you surely would've collapsed if wasn't for Johnny holding you up. You couldn't stop the sounds you let out, your hips twitching and shaking, the pleasure almost becoming too much as Simon still didn't break away, and you whined trying to get away from his onslaught.
"S-Simon," you whimpered, "too much, too- fuck, I can't!"
Johnny lifted you slightly and turned, just enough to move you away from the lieutenant. "Easy there, LT," he said when Simon glared at him and placed your leg back down. "Gotta pace ourselves, yeah?" He then gestured to you to lift your arms up so he could pull your shirt off, and then removed your bra only to fill his hands with your breasts.
Simon took a deep breath, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He stared at your pussy, slick and wet and hot and delicious, and licked his fingers clean before he stood up. He cupped your cheeks in his hands, leaning down to kiss you, and you could taste yourself on him. As if running on instinct, you tugged at his belt and he sighed into your mouth, staring into your eyes as you unbuckled and unbuttoned his pants.
"That what you want, sweetheart?"
You nodded, and then turned to look over your shoulder at Johnny. You arched your back, rubbing your ass against his groin and he took it as a signal to get rid of his pants as well. He grinned and made quick work of his clothes as you reached into Simon's boxers and pulled his member out. It was hot to the touch, thick and heavy in your hand, and you felt your mouth water at the sight of it.
"Go on, bonnie," Johnny said as he grabbed two handfuls of your buttcheeks and rubbed his cock between them with a sigh. "Can't wait to fuck you."
You leaned forward, bending over for them. Simon gently gathered up your hair in his hand and rubbed over your shoulder blades with the other, crossing with Johnny's hand in the middle as he rubbed at your lower back. You wrapped your fingers around the base of Simon's cock and licked a line along the length of him, and you heard him groan.
"Ain't she a pretty sight, LT?" Johnny sighed. You felt him rub the head of his member against your clit.
Simon hummed, watching you with a slack jaw as put your mouth on him. "Like a fuckin' dream," he mumbled.
You wrapped your lips around the head of him and sucked gently. You weren't sure if you'd be able to take all of him in your mouth, but damn it if you weren't going to try. You heard him breathe out a curse as you worked your hand along his shaft and bobbed your head, gently trying to coax more of him in. Johnny pressed closer against your pussy, rubbing his cock against it before he lined himself up properly. You braced yourself, trying to keep a clear head as he pushed a little bit more and more, until the glans of his head finally entered you and he easily slid inside you with a moan of near relief.
"Ah, Christ, shit, you're so fucking soft," he breathed. He pushed his hips a bit harder against you, inadvertently knocking you closer to Simon and pushing his cock deeper down your throat.
You choked for barely a second before Simon pulled back. "Easy, Johnny!"
"Sorry, sorry..."
Simon stroked your cheek and went to ask if you were ok, but you wrapped your lips around him again and the words died right on the tip of his tongue. Slowly but surely, you found a rhythm of letting Johnny's momentum push you forward and let Simon's cock sink further into your mouth and then pushing yourself back onto Johnny's. The heat was overwhelming, but addictive, and you felt the buildup in your core once more, your legs already quivering.
Simon held onto your hair, stroking your face and your neck and your shoulders, completely silent save for a few sighs. Johnny, however, seemed like he couldn't keep his mouth shut.
"Fuck, we should've done this sooner, you're fuckin' perfect, bonnie," he grunted as he fucked into you deeper and harder. "This fuckin' ass- I knew this ass was perfect the moment I saw it, baby, and this pussy, too, this pussy is heaven." He stretched you perfectly, and you didn't think you'd ever be able to find anyone that could compare to this.
Moaning against Simon, you braced your hands against his hips, doing the best you could to swallow him down, but with each thrust from Johnny, it got harder and harder to focus.
"Awh, fuckin' shit, you're fuckin' grippin' me," Johnny rambled, "yeah, you're gonna cum on this cock, lass, I know you are, I know you fuckin' are, do it, baby, do it."
Faster and harder, deeper and stronger, he thrusted and thrusted and he praised and moaned for you to cum. He reached his hand around, slipped his fingers in between your thighs to rub your clit and you shook, almost unable to make a sound as you still held Simon as far deep down your throat as you could. You could barely prepare for the next wave of pleasure that washed over you, and you came with yet another gush, and Johnny let out an almost triumphant moan.
"Fuck yes, baby, that's it. Thaaat's it, good girl." He kept going, a bit slower and a bit softer, but still enough to have you shake. "Think you can do it again, sweetie? I'm gonna need you to do that again, I wan-"
Simon suddenly reached up one hand and snatched Johnny by the mohawk and pulled him close over you, the other hand wrapped around the sergeant's throat. You were squeezed in between them, Johnny's cock pushed deeper into your pussy, and Simon's felt like it was nearly all the way down your esophagus. In a moment of shocked silence, as your eyes rolled back, Simon kissed Johnny harshly, parting with an almost punishing bite to the other man's bottom lip.
"Do you ever shut the fuck up?" he growled. He leaned in again, forcing Johnny's head to tilt as he pushed his tongue into his mouth, and broke away with another bite of his lip and a thin string of saliva hanging between them. "I think I've got just the thing, actually."
He pushed Johnny away, hard enough to have him slip out of you. He was considerably gentler with you, pulling his cock out of your mouth and cupping your cheeks as you coughed to lift your head up to give you a gentle kiss.
"You ok, sweetheart?" You nodded, the soreness in your throat not all too bad considering what you'd just had down it. Pleased, he turned you around, and you saw that Johnny had stumbled onto the bed. "How about you and I," Simon whispered in your ear as he ran his hands over your breasts, "teach him a lesson for once?"
Before you could answer, he picked you up. He walked towards the bed, sat down at the headboard and leaned back. He adjusted you on his lap, your back against his chest, and placed his knees on the inside of yours before he slowly spread them apart as Johnny watched from the foot of the bed. Johnny smirked and began to crawl towards you, but before he could reach you fully, Simon reached up and yanked his hair again.
"Easy now, pup," he growled. "Put my fuckin' cock in her pussy before you even think about doin' anythin' else."
There was only a tiny moment of stunned silence, but it was heavy nonetheless. You didn't think they'd reach a point where they actually got involved with each other, but as you watched Johnny take a deep shaky breath and his eyes widen, you found that you hoped that maybe they'd go a bit further.
Johnny swallowed nervously before reaching his hand out to grab Simon. Hesitantly, but almost mischievously, he wrapped his fingers around the member and moved his hand up and down once.
"No games, Johnny," Simon warned, and Johnny actually chuckled.
He then lined the head of Simon's cock up with your hole and held it there as you sank down on it. You gasped, having to pace yourself at the thickness of it. Simon held a gentle hand just above your mound, gently pushing you down as he still held a firm grip on Johnny's hair.
"Easy, sweetheart, no need to rush," he mumbled.
Johnny could only helplessly watch as you slowly worked the entirety of Simon's length into you, and you thought you maybe saw a single drop of drool roll from the corner of his mouth.
"So I don't get to join in on the fun anymore?" he quipped, but you could hear a slight quiver to his voice.
"I thought I told you to shut up," Simon muttered.
You shivered as you tried to adjust to his size, rolling your hips once with a moan. He was thicker than Johnny, thick enough that you felt him press against every side of your inner walls, as well as the g-spot that they'd already worked up to high sensitivity before.
"There you go." Simon tugged Johnny closer by his hair. "Now then. Why don't we put that mouth of yours to some good fuckin' use for once, huh?"
He then yanked Johnny's head down between your legs and pushed his face into your pussy, and even in his own surprise it didn't even take a second before he began working his tongue between your folds. You cried out, feeling like you still hadn't quite come down from your previous orgasm, but even if you wanted, you wouldn't have been able to get away with how Simon wrapped his arm tightly around your waist and rolled his hips up. Your head fell back and you tried to find some way to brace yourself, any way, as every brush of Johnny's tongue and every thrust of Simon's cock drove you further and further out of your mind. You thought you maybe came once more, but you couldn't be sure - every sensation seemed to melt into one and you were so high-strung that you might as well be having just one drawn-out and consistent orgasm at this point.
Simon kept Johnny's head in firm position between your legs. "How's that feel, love? Is his mouth as good on your pussy as it is at talking shit?"
Johnny groaned in what sounded like some sort of protest, but he never made any attempt at moving away. He lapped diligently at your pussy, sighing and moaning against you, licking around your hole where you were split open on Simon.
"Fuck, I-" you managed to croak out, almost forgetting how to speak. "I'm gonna- you're gonna be the death of me."
Simon let go of Johnny's hair and grabbed your legs, pulling your knees up to your chest. Johnny kept his mouth on you and you let out a whine nearing a sob as Simon began rocking his hips upward faster.
"Don't you worry, sweetheart, just relax. Breathe and relax."
In a matter of seconds, Johnny had his lips around your clit and sucked, and you cried out his name, legs shaking as he forced yet another orgasm out of you. You were sure you were losing your mind - there was no way this was actually happening, no way that you could actually feel this. You were only more and more convinced of this as Johnny continued licking, eager to get every drop.
"Fuck!" you whined. "Fuck, Johnny, Simon, I-!"
Simon pushed Johnny away, planted his feet into the mattress to adjust his angle and then pounded into you with some sort of newly found energy. Johnny wrapped his hand around his own cock, jerking it in rhythm with Simon's thrusts and leaned back down between your legs with a wide open mouth and his tongue out.
"One last time," Simon groaned. "One more, just one more."
Your legs tried to squeeze together on their own, but Simon's grip was too strong and you could do little else but grab onto whatever was near and hold as you came once more over Johnny's face, him and Simon following shortly after. With a grunt, Simon pushed himself as deep into you as he could get and you felt a sticky heat fill you up, and Johnny reared up, moaning aloud as he came all over where you and Simon were conjoined. He nearly fell over, head falling onto your stomach.
The only sound that broke the otherwise heavy silence was panting. You weren't sure if you could move or if even the slightest shift would have you break apart completely; it sure felt like it would. Simon wrapped his arms around you, planting soft kisses along your shoulder and neck. You thought Johnny might have fallen asleep where he laid, but he took a deep, deep breath and turned his head to press a few kisses around your bellybutton.
"Shit," he mumbled against you, "that was..." Neither you or Simon were able to respond, but it didn't seem to bother him as he glanced up at you with a chuckle. "I don't think anything will live up to that."
He pushed himself up to his hands and knees and crawled over you, his hips between yours and Simon's legs. He sighed almost dreamily and gave you a sweet kiss.
"We did a real number on you, huh?"
You couldn't help but laugh, still finding this whole ordeal impossible. "You think?"
"We should get her to the shower," Simon mumbled. "Clean her up."
Johnny nodded. "Sounds like a solid plan. Although I've half a mind to just lay down and knock out."
Simon leaned forward to sit up. "Shower first. Then knock out."
You whined suddenly at the movement, his cock still sitting snug inside you. The two men instantly froze, staring wide-eyed at you. "S-Sorry, it's ok, I'm just- I'm sensitive. I feel like you guys gave me a week's worth of fucking in a matter of minutes."
"Shit, we took it too far, didn't we?" Johnny said, his hands fluttering over your hips.
"No, no! I enjoyed it. A lot. But it's not like I'm particularly used to that sort of... conquest."
Simon sighed as Johnny chuckled. "I'm gonna try to be gentle, but we will need to get you to the shower nonetheless."
You nodded and the two of them looked at each other, coming to yet another one of those silent agreements that they were so good at.
"C'mere," Johnny said. "Sit up and wrap your arms around me, yeah?"
You grabbed onto his shoulder and pulled yourself up to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. He wrapped his around your torso and began to lift as Simon pushed you up from beneath until he slipped out of you. You felt your legs shake once more and the cum dripping out of you as you drew in a shaky breath.
"There you go," Simon said, much softer than you'd heard him before.
He turned and stood up as Johnny scooped you up into his arms. It was like they moved in unison to look after you - Simon walking first into the bathroom to pull aside the shower curtain and turning the water on as Johnny followed him closely behind. Johnny then stepped into the shower and gently placed you down on your feet, reaching out a hand to feel the temperature of the water before he guided you in under the stream. Simon gathered up a few towels before he joined you and you couldn't help but laugh. This shower didn't seem like it was meant to hold more than one person at a time and yet they both seemed adamant to look after you.
Johnny crouched down to clean your legs and to gently wash off the fluids between them, trying not to rub too much at already overly sensitive spots. Simon scrubbed your back, gently massaging your shoulders and scratching the skin at the base of your skull. You were sure you were about to fall asleep then and there, but they made quick work of it, before they stepped out with you and dried you off with a fresh towel.
Simon grabbed you a t-shirt and a pair of boxers that Johnny helped you put on before they essentially tucked you in. They laid down on either side of you and as they settled down, you felt a new sense of calm wash over you.
"Rest up, love," Simon said. "I think we might have pushed it a bit too much after all."
"It's fine," you mumbled, feeling drowsy. "I liked it. We should do it again some time."
Johnny chuckled. "I'm sure we will."
It got quiet, and you felt yourself slip into a slumber, held closely between them, warm and snug. But just before you fell asleep, you thought you heard them speak.
"LT." "Hm?" "What happens next?" "What do you mean?" "I mean, is this a thing now? I know you said this was to get it out of our systems, but I honestly don't think we achieved that." A sigh. "I know." "So what happens next?" "Dunno. We'll sleep on it, Johnny. Talk about it in the morning." "Mm. Good idea. G'night, I guess." "Night."
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is he rich like me? (wealthy!s.h. x thick!reader)
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desc: hi, we've missed you here at slate insurance hq. i've been working on this WIP since i think october, having the initial idea back then and then going back and forth on it for a million years. anyway, i finally finished it. you and big money steve are finally both on the same page, so here's some porn with plot. big money steve is big money steve, and he loves to spoil his girl. especially before a big dinner deal closing with a new client. tw: 18+ minors dni. p in v sex, oral (f and m receiving), some daddy kink (it's steve c'mon) but he's pathetic, some breeding kink. casual dominance. big wealthy tings. recommended listening: time of the season - the zombies
"what's your name? who's your daddy? is he rich like me?"
Big boxes and gifts were nothing new anymore. Selfishly, they'd become expected whenever you walked in the door from work. Though, if it were totally up to Steve, you would have quit your job the moment the last box of your things came past the threshold of his Tribeca apartment in January. But having at least some semblence of your old life was important to you -- and Robin would lose her mind if she didn't have you to share an office with anymore. Steve on the otherhand, was adamant that once the first baby was on the way, you'd put your career behind you. Presumptiuous of course, considering you weren't even engaged. Tonight was a dinner -- not for the both of you, but for business. Sales pitches, deal closings, re-enrollment. He'd never take you a steakhouse for a date, he'd rather die. But, always a steakhouse for business, 'It's just more -- I don't know how to explain it baby -- money talk, red meat, stuff like that. I know you hate it, I'm sorry, but it just looks good when I bring my girl with me.' He'd make it up to you every time with a new dress, a new pair of shoes, his lips on your neck, your knees to your chest. This dinner was no different, coming in from a nail appointment and a pedicure out to see an array of boxes laid out on your side of the bed. Your main component, which you were expected to wear to dinner tonight, was a black silk dress. "It looks small, Steve," you mumble, holding it up by the skinny straps. Sometimes your wonder if he forgets how full your hips are, how things that look chic on Kate Moss can sometimes look suggestive on you. Not that he minded, he was always very suggestive whenever you dressed up.
"It got it tailored to your measurements, so it shouldn't be," he explains while tying his tie in the mirror, "Just put it on, baby. The car's gonna be here soon."
You huff a little, turning on your heels to his walk in closet -- it might as well be a second bedroom with how big it was. You laid the dress down on the center island where he keeps all of his ties and watches in specially made drawers. You eyed the dress for a moment -- it really was beautiful. Black as night with a high slit on the right side -- of course he made sure it showed some leg so he could run his fingers along the hem under the table.
You take a look at yourself in the mirror in the long line black bustier he bought you. Breasts lifted and high, nearly spilling out of the cups. You'd never seen something without straps have so much support. But then again, you'd never had a bra be custom made either. The matching satin panties sat high on your waist, cut high enough that you'd never see the lines under the silk dress.
Moment of truth, I guess, you think, taking the dress and stepping into it. You waited for the resistance when you pulled it up over your hips but it never came. You waited for the uncomfortable pull of trying to get the skinny straps over your arms and shoulders, but it didn't happen. The dress slid on like butter, like it was made for you.
Oh yeah, duh, it was made for you.
"Can you help me with the zipper, honey?" you call out. Steve still loses his breath when you call him a pet name. So overwhelmed that you want him, that you call him baby and handsome and honey. Honey, honey, honey. Maybe someday husband. Maybe.
He steps into the room with purpose, stopping short when he sees you in the dress.
"Oh, wow," he gasps, "Wow, wow, wow."
"Stop," you bloom heat when he eyes you, "C'mon help me, we gotta go soon."
He steps behind you and you can smell the cedar and sandalwood in his cologne -- having long traded his Aqua di Gio for Creed's 1992 Bois du Portugal. His fingers are warm when he trails his middle and pointer up the skin of your back where the zipper opens, just to watch you shiver. He hooks the closure at the top carefully before pulling the tab at the bottom to slowly close the dress up. At the finish, everything is pulled into place. It was perfect. Dipping and flouncing exactly where you wanted it too, every curve perfectly showcased.
“Do you know where my clutch is?” you ask him in the mirror while his fingers trace your shoulders.
“It’s on the island in the kitchen,” he mumbles, pressing a kiss over the strap of the dress, “But I have another surprise for you.”
“Another?” you ask, eyes wide. He already bought you the dress, the shoes, the lingerie. What else was left?
"Close your eyes." You do, you hear him open one of the drawers and can feel him behind you when something cold hits your chest. He fastens it at the back of you -- you know it's a necklace but it must be nice if he's having you close your eyes.
"Keep 'em closed, baby."
You hear him come around to the front of you, adjusting the necklace, feeling his breath againt your ear. His fingers trail from your shoulder, down your arm to lift your left hand up, "Stay like that." Your heart hammers, but quickly fades out when you feel him put on a bracelet. His delicate touches quicken your pulse, his scent makes your mouth water. Steve had a way of making everything romantic -- getting coffee, going to the grocery store, taking out the trash, putting jewelry on you. Jewelry he bought. Jewelry you know you'll love.
"And lastly..." he continues, while putting your hand down. His nose brushes your cheek when his nimble fingers click a pair of earrings into place -- they're heavy and cold. "Harrington," you sigh, squirming at the pinch of the back going too far into your lobes, "I can put these on myself." "Don't be such a baby, Manhattan," he tsks, smoothing your hair away from your ears before standing back and looking at you. He smiles big at the sight, you simply adorned in his gifts. Steve doesn't know whether to cry or kiss you when he feels his heart leap in his chest. It happens all the time when he stares too long at you, no matter what you're doing. You're his. "Can I open them?" "You can open them," he encourages. When your eyes flutter open and adjust to the light, you see them in the mirror. A platinum set tennis necklace sat across your chest, a matching bracelet on your wrist. Earrings in your ears to complete the collection. You gape at your reflection, mouth hanging open while you try to wrap your head around it -- about how much money you're wearing right now.
"Steven -- they're beautiful..." you gasp out. He stands behind you in the mirror again, grinning at your reaction.
"Sorry there's no ring," he pouts before kissing your cheek, "Not yet, at least."
It was an every other day mention -- the ring. You'd only been officially together for half a year, but Steve knew what he wanted. It felt like you both had been together for six years anyway. You knew the ins and outs of each other, literally and figuratively -- there couldn't be anyone else quite like him. It helt like you both had PHDs in each other's likes and dislikes, needs and wants, goals and dreams.
"Don't worry," you breathe, still not over the sparkle on the rest of your limbs, "This is...this is plenty, babe." He burns in his cheeks -- babe. He's your babe! He presses a kiss to your cheek, settling by your ear to mumble a heady 'I love you,' from the deep base of his chest. His lower lip coasts your earlobe and your eyes roll back in your head, feeling his warm breath fan over your jaw. "I love you so much," he murmurs, hand gripping your waist, you can feel his grin against your skin, "But I need you to hurry the fuck up or we're gonna be late, angel." "You're so annoying," you glower when his sensual demeanor turns into a mean snicker, tapping your ass to get you to move out into the kitchen.
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It took every ounce of will power in his body to not cover you in hickeys in the car. He had to give it to himself, he knew how to dress you for stuff like this, and God did your body alway deliver. He had to keep looking out the window so he didn't catch a glimpse of your crossed legs in the rear view mirror of the Bentley. It didn't help that you smelled like heaven, dirving him crazy with every movement, sending Mulger's Angel through his olfactory straight to his boy brain.
He helped you out of the car and waked you arm in arm to the door of the restaurant, always sure to be there at least 15 minutes before his guests. You got accustomed to the song and dance: exchange pleasantries, only ask the wife of whoever he's with direct questions, feign some form of old school obedience, let Steve do all the talking and so help you God if you roll your eyes once he has no problem letting you pay for when you get home. Always in good fun, of course.
Tonight is no different, you look over the menu, sharing sweet moments with each other before his guest arrives. Guessing the status of every couple there, what they're talking about, how long they've been together. A few celebrities come in laying low and you never get excited but Steve always does, still deep down a sweet boy from Indiana. "I think I'm gonna do the salmon," I say with a sigh, "I know that's boring."
"Not boring, honey," he shakes his head, taking off his glasses to clean them off before settling the silver frames back on, "The salmon's really good here." "You're really good here," you tease. "Yeah?" his brow quirks, a smile pulling at his lips, "I heard you're really good here." "Actually, you're really good here," you start to giggle. "Surprised to hear you say that because it was reported in the Culiniary section of the New York Times that you're actually really good here," he laughs, but you're both cut short when you see the m'aitre d guiding your guests to the table. You keep giggling, sitting up straight and crossing your legs under the table cloth so that your thigh peaked out of the slit of the dress. "No more fun, Harrington," you say faux seriously, "No laughing, we have to be boring now." "So boring," he agrees in a fake whisper, but his demeanor changes on a dime when his guest and his wife arrive. Steve stands immediately, hand out for a firm shake.
"Mr. Parker, good to see you tonight," he flashes an award winning smile, the kind that make older men wish he was their son and older women wish he was their husband, "Mrs. Parker, you look stunning. He let's you leave the house looking this good?"
Only Steve can make a joke like that and have it be charming. He pulls the fake string in your back and you start your performance as Business Dinner Barbie as soon as everyone sits down. When the sommelier arrives Steve orders a bottle of white and red for the table and when the waitress arrives he gets himself and Mr. Parker their second highest priced scotch. 'Just because it's the most expensive doesn't mean it's good, they just wanna get the suckers to buy it.' You could mouth the words as he says them at this point, the same schpiel every time.
"And would you like to put your entree orders in as well?" the waitress asks. Mr. Parker orders the steak dinner, rare, which doesn't surprise you because he sort of looks like someone who gets joy out of consuming blood. Mrs. Parker orders the salad because of course she does, she's never eaten a starch in her life, or at least not in the past forty years. Steve places his dinner order, always filet mignon medium rare with a side salad. Steve takes your menu from you to pass to the waitress when her attention turns to you for your order. You open your mouth to speak but Steve's hand finds yours with a light squeeze, keeping eye contact with the waitress. "She'll have the glazed salmon, medium. And I hate to bother the chef but can we pass the broccoli rabe on for asparagus?" he asks, eyes dropping from the waitress to yours as she answers 'Absolutely, Mr. Harrington'. You swallow when his gaze lingers on you, a smirk flicking on the ends of his lips, a moment only shared by the two of you.
"Thank you so much," he replies, still looking at you, "She just doesn't really care for it." He smiles back up at the waitress as he finishes his sentence, pulse quickening when he sees you adjust slightly in your seat. You liked that, and he likes that you liked that. He continues the conversation with a winning smile, pretending like he doesn't know you're melting next to him. Staring at him in his suit acting like you care what he's talking about, like you're not watching the way the leather band of his watch hugs his wrist, how he gesticulates when he talks, his long fingers and big veined hands emphasizing his words. The way his brow furrows when he listens, the slight tensing of his jaw while he thinks of what to say next. While Mr. Parker discusses the potential pitfalls of partnering with Slate Insurance, you feel one of Steve's big hands under the table, resting on your knee. His thumb traces circles on your joint for a minute, you figure it's a comfort touch, something to ground him while he considers his next move. You learn quickly that it's not that at all. He lets a finger trace slowly and softly up over your knee and half way up your inner thigh before grabbing it, slowly and intentionally massaging the fat there, slipping his fingers under the black silk. Your back straightens in your chair, trying to keep your cool while he continues -- soft grazes with his finger tips, back and forth, inching further up as he goes. You grab his hand tightly under the thick white table cloth, catching his lips curl at the edges while he speaks -- no one else would be wise to it. You curse him silently at his ability to always play it cool.
"Have some water, honey," he says sweetly, taking his hand from your grasp and pushing your glass toward you, "You're looking a little flushed." You swallow, your smile a little tight while you take a sip and he watches. A battle between the two of you that you know you've already lost. The cool water passes your lips and you're nearly reinvigorated to try your hand but he comes in with a final strike -- a death blow -- "Atta girl," Steve grins. You've never wanted to pull him out of a restaurant by his collar more than you do right now. Just like always, dinner is a success. Steve always closes the deal before the second scotch so that the cool down conversation can feel more friendly. 'You want the client to feel like they made a friend when they leave so that they trust you. That's business, angel.' He'd say. You say your goodbyes and tell Mrs. Parker you'd be happy to join her book club -- you're unsure how many book clubs you've 'joined' at this point, how many invites got 'lost in the mail'. "Very darling woman you've got there, Steven," Mr. Parker says as he and Steve shake hands, the final seal.
"Isn't she?" he asks, giving you a quick once over. Your blood rushes in your ears at his look, the rest of their conversation muffled by an infuriating need for him. As Mr. Parker and his wife leave, he cleans off his glasses while you both wait for his credit card back for the bill.
"Beautiful job tonight, honey," he smiles, putting his frames back on.
"Do not speak to me," you say with a smile, heat pooling through you while a soft pink appears on his cheeks. "Don't worry," he shakes his head, getting his card back and signing off on the receipt. He helps you out of your chair like a gentlemen, passing you your purse as a means to press a kiss to your cheek, "We won't be doing any talking when we get home."
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By the time you get home to the Tribeca apartment, all of your lipstick has been worn off. You're lucky if Vinny doesn't quit being Steve's driver after all of that. "Sorry," he says to Vin while you get out of the Bentley, "Won't happen again, I'm so sorry."
You try not to count how many hundreds Steve flips through when he goes into his wallet, you try not to see how many he slips his driver in embarrassment. Sometimes it still made your chest tight. "You say that every Friday night," Vinny laughs, taking the money, "And every Saturday I gotta get the interior detailed. Goodnight, Mr. Harrington."
The air is a little humid when you get out of the car, sticking to your skin slightly -- the soft rush of the river calms you in the quiet of the night, and there he is, in the glow of the lights outside of your building. He doesn't say anything when he approaches you, just pulls you in for another air stealing kiss. Steve's big hand pushing you in at the nape of your neck to give him better access to you. You frown when he breaks away, a small one, a gentle tug on your eye brows an lips. His hand drops to yours, taking you inside, greeting the doorman and front desk concierge by name as he does every morning and night.
The brightness of the lobby is a harsh contrast to the low light outside and the burst of air conditioning makes your nipples peak in your bra. Goosebumps trail up your arms, but you aren't sure if it's the blast of cold air or the way Steve impatiently waits for the elevator to get you both upstairs. The door barely closes when he's on you, shoving you against the wall of the front walk way. "How dare you," he murmurs, lips peppering kisses from your lips to your jaw, tongue licking hot at your neck, "Look this fucking good all night." "It's kind of your fault," you laugh, panting slightly while his teeth graze over a sensitive spot by your collar bone. You kick off your heels, leaving $2600 on the floor of Steve's apartment.
"Mostly yours," he grunts, pulling you over to the living room after taking off his own shoes. He opens the big vertical blinds so that the city glitters into the penthouse apartment. Steve wastes no time however, getting behind you the same way he did earlier, fingers nimbling unzipping your dress. You both watch it fall to the floor in a delicate puddle, black water silk at your feet.
Now there was $6600 on the floor. Steve takes a second to admire you in your skivvies, his bottom lip tucking between his teeth. He surveys you like a work of art, like a statue carved just for him. You shudder while he circles you, feeling the heat of his ambers eyes burning with need on your skin. He chuckles when he notices you get a flustered, settling down on the couch. He motions for you to you come forward and while you are never one to listen, you make your way over to him without question.
"You like when I spoil you?" he asks huskily, pulling you down to straddle his lap. One arm wraps tight around your waist while the other wraps delicately in your hair. Your stomach presses against him while your breasts heave in his face. He pulls your head down to kiss you, hungry and powerful, while his hips press up to grind against your satin covered cunt.
"Mhm," you whimper into his mouth. His hands reach behind you to the hooks and ties at the back of your bustier. Steve's fingers never met a bra that they couldn't take off in an impressive flick of the wrist.
"Let's get all this off you," he mumbles breathily before sliding his lips from your mouth to your neck. The bustier falls forward slightly before he gets impatient, pulling the straps down your arms before discarding it on the ground. You reach for the necklace but he stops you, reaching back up to capture you in a hungry kiss. "Keep the jewelry on," he says, ambers eyes meeting yours. He's stern in his request and you nod obediently, hands lowering down to meet his chest.
Now there was $8,000 on the floor.
His hands find your breasts and he lets out a rugged groan, massaging them with his hands while he presses kisses down onto the soft skin.
"You can't come with me to dinner looking like this anymore," he murmurs between kisses, "Barely closed that deal. Too busy staring at these tits."
"Steve," you gasp out, giggling, "You closed it just fine."
"Mmm," he nods, mouth occupied by taking a nipple between his lips. You can feel the flutter of his tongue over it while he looks up at you, eye shining wickedly. Your whine just encourages him to keep going. Your hips press down against him, reminding him what you want more than his mouth, than his hands. He pops his lips off of you, the sound echoing in the open living room.
“Is there something you want?” he asks sweetly, leaning back on cushions of the couch. You nod, rocking your hips over his hard cock in his pants, letting out a soft tiny moan at each bit of friction.
“You're so spoiled angel,” he teases, thumbs brushing over your nipples before rolling them between his fingers, making you whine. His voice still dripping in depth and heat, “I think you should work for it.”
“I thought the whole point of this was so that I didn't have to work anymore," you tease back, leaning forward to kiss him. He hums into your mouth and you can feel him smirk into the kiss. Bastard, you think to yourself.
“Hmm,” he considers, palm skating over your thigh, “You do make a good counter point."
“I think giving into my demands is a good return on investment,” you assure, hips rolling against him in a way that makes his thighs tense up, "Imagine the long term benefits?"
He groans when you parrot him, getting harder at the thought of you genuinely listening to his business speak when you do these dinners. He squeezes the fat of your hips, tongue gliding over his kiss bitten lower lip while you take off his tie and start to unbutton his shirt. “Take these off,” he says, looking up at you while his finger traces your panty line. You heat up when he says it, a smug smile blooming on your face. His actions only confirming that he’ll always give in, “If you ask for want you want, I'll consider it."
“Oh, you'll pass that on to your team? I'd love to be considered,” you ask with a laugh, but he's done joking around, a tap to your thigh reminds you that he asked you to undress. You stand up off of him, your feet meeting the cold hardwood, your panties sliding down your smooth legs.
Now there was $8250 on the floor.
He undoes his belt while you stand in front of him, eyes glued to yours while he does it. You swallow when he winks, thighs pressing together — you know he notices. Steve shimmies his pants down slightly, enough that he can keep his legs spread wide while pulling out his length. It's clear that he's painfully hard, a guttural groan escaping him while his hand offers him some minor relief, “Is this what you want?”
“Y-yeah,” your voice barely above a whisper.
“Why don’t you suck on it first and I’ll tell you when you can ride it," he smirks, and without thinking, you start getting to your knees. He stops you before you can make it to the floor, putting a throw pillow beneath you to protect you from the hardwood. Steve can't help but kiss you softly once you make it to your knees, he was never any good at being mean and forceful with you. You'd been right the whole time, he couldn't boss you around -- at least not for too long.
You unbutton the rest of his dress shirt that will now need to be dry cleaned and repressed. You let a hand trail down his chest, gliding through the hair there while pressing wet hot kisses down to his pelvis. Pulling some of the skin between your teeth to leave red and purple bruises behind.
“That’s it, baby,” his breath blends with his words as he adjusts on the couch, leaning back so you have more access to him. You kiss close to the base, tongue trailing over the crease of his thigh, breath ghosting over his shaft while your mouth stays occupied with his heavy sac. You feel him lean back, relaxing while you work him up, his hands coming behind his head, arms bending at the elbows. "Just like that, honey," Steve purrs, "Just like that."
Your hand reaches up to stroke him, slow and deliberate, mouth getting wetter while you leave sloppy kisses at the base and on his pelvis. Your thumb glides over the shining bead of pre-cum pooling out of the tip, teasing over the seam just under it. Your tongue finally glides up to the tip expertly, letting your lower lip catch on the head -- his eyes meet yours behind his glasses, burning with need. It feels cruel to keep him waiting when he looks at you like that, so you don't wait. While keeping eye contact you adjust, taking him all the way to the back of your throat without so much as a wince.
“Oh fuck, good girl,” he gasps into a growl, hand reactively entwining in your hair, “That’s daddy’s girl.”
You groan into the praise, sucking diligently on his cock, thighs pressing tight together. Your back arches into a posture he can only recognize as needy, making him grin while he runs his free hand through his own hair.
“Learned to like that, huh? Whose your daddy, angel?” You smirk up at him in response, tongue gliding from the base to the tip again, taking half of his shaft in your mouth before taking it out with a low laugh, "You are, honey."
His eyes roll back, hips canting up towards your mouth while his grip in your hair tightens. You press him by the thighs back down onto the couch eyeing him while he whimpers when your tongue traces the curve of his cock again. Always on top even on your knees. "Fuck, don't stop," he breathes out. He lets go of your hair, arm reaching behind him to clutch the back of the couch. His hips roll up again, disrupting your rhythm slightly. You taste the salt of him on your tongue while you continue, a soft giggle erupting from your throat, sending shockwaves through him.
"Having fun, honey?" he asks, pulling himself away from you slightly. You sit back on your heels and smile, nodding. He leans forward, blessing you with kisses, deep and slow, "Let's take this to the bedroom."
"I'm on top, right?" you ask. He smirks, watching the jewelry glitter on you in the low light. "Not a chance," he giggles darkly, "Not tonight. Really wanna show you how bad I want you tonight."
"Oh, just tonight?" you ask smartly, getting up from your knees to head to the bedroom.
"Every night," he says with a roll of the eyes, getting up and tossing his dress shirt and tie on the couch. He watches you as you walk slowly to the bedroom, eyeing your smooth skin, the way your hips and waist twist when you walk. He knows you're walking like this on purpose, but he'll never complain. You fall back on the sheets you've been sleeping in for six months and he watches your breasts and thighs and tummy jiggle when you land. Steve grins, sliding off his slacks, socks, and boxer briefs before stepping between your legs, standing over you while you lay on the bed. "Hi," you say, a genuine smile pulling at your mouth when you look up at him. A stripe of amber light from outside pools into the room from between the billowing white curtains, coating you both in a dreamy haze.
"Hi, baby," he says back, his hands reaching down to slide from just under your breasts to your waist, "So beautiful," he whispers to himself.
"Move up a little for me," he instructs, his voice sweet and deep. You scooch up the bed, settling between the mountain of pillows leaning against the short head board while he settles between your legs again. He watches you and the way your body manipulates when he reaches down behind your thighs, pressing the tops of them to your chest. He leans forward, pressing his own chest against what can be felt of yours. Your knees are at your decolletage when he leans in closer to give you another deep kiss before leaning back again, quickly tossing his glasses on the bedside table.
You both stay quiet while he strokes himself a few times, smirking down at your glistening core while he lines himself up to push in. You aren't sure why, but every time he does, it feels like the first time.
"Oh my God," you whine while he pushes in slow, "Stevie." "I know, angel," he nods, gliding in all the way to the hilt. He grunts when he feels you grip him tight, trying to pull out slightly only to get sucked back in. He grips the back of your thighs for leverage, pulling back half way and pressing in, feeling you get wetter around him while he picks up a rhythm.
"Shiii-Steve, that's so deep," you whine. It only encourages him to push in deeper.
"Gotta practice, honey," he grins, starting to pant while he looms over you, letting go of your legs to get close to you again, "Need it to stick when we do it for real."
You pulse over him when he says it, back trying to arch despite your position beneath him.
"You like when I talk like that?" he whispers, his voice sliding back to gravely in your ear, "When I tell you how bad I wanna cum inside you?"
"Mhm," you whimper, nodding against his searing kiss, working himself up the more he thinks about it. "Get you all fuckin' full with me?" he growls, "Keep you nice and pregnant the second I get that ring on your finger?" You burn with lust while he babbles on, wrapping your legs around his waist while his thrusts get rough and desperate. Your body shakes and quivers while his hips slam against you, filthy wet squelches filling the high ceilings of the room. Mixing with a symphony of both of your sighs and moans, the smell of your sweat mixing with his cologne. Slam, slam, slam, slam, slam. The headboard beating the wall between the windows with a thud over and over again. "I fucking love you," he grits out. "I love you, too," you whine, eyes rolling in the back of your head. Heat licks at your lower belly, building while the slight curve of his cock makes the head brush over your g-spot in rapid succession, "Baby, I'm..." "Yeah?" he asks with a knowing smile, "So close for me, hm?" He sits back on his calves, still able to thrust while he looks down at you. His thumb presses against your lips, asking for entry. You let him in, making sure to get it extra slick with your spit before he takes it out, reaching down to slide it in circles over your clit. "How's that, angel?" he asks, thrusts not showing a hint of slowing down, "Does that feel good?"
Your thighs shake, eyes pricking with tears, shining while they look up at him. Well he's pleased with himself, you think, making a mental note to throw him on his back tomorrow and ride him into next week until he's a babbling mess. "It does, huh?" he asks softly, nodding down at you while you nod up at him. "Shit," he huffs, "Oh fuck."
"Not so...oh my god, oh wow -- not so t-tough now, are you?" you giggle. He groans when you giggle, Why are you so fucking precious? he thinks to himself, Who allowed this?
Heat rises even more, the jewelry starting to feel clingy as it sticks to your shining skin. Steve keeps his pace, eyes closing softly while he leans his head back, the column of his neck begging to be bitten and kissed by you. You whimper, pulling at the clasp of the bracelet, tossing it onto the carpet next to the bed. Now there was $48,250 on the floor. Feeling less trapped and more desperate to destroy his neck and chest, you sit up, your manicured hand pressing against his hair covered pecs. It doesn't take long for him to allow it, looking up at you while you climb on top of him.
"That's it, honey, give it to me," he breathes, "Show me how bad you want it."
Your hips move with a slutty percision that he loves, grinding against him for your own pleasure and his. He hisses when you bite down on his neck, letting out a soft laugh when you pull at his hair, "Come for me, angel, c'mon." He hears you pant in his ear while you lean over him, the diamonds in your necklace shimmering in his eyes. You sigh, sitting up straight, unclasping the necklace while you bounce on top of him, gently tossing it to meet the bracelet. Now there was $198,250 on the floor. "Do not," he groans out, hands grabbing your hips with bruising grip, "Put those earrings on the ground, we will never find them until a post ends up in my fucking heel." You laugh, your own head leaning back, making him yearn to taste the column of your neck this time. But your laugh doesn't last long, it morphs into guttural moans while he holds you in place, thrusting up into you in an unforgiving speed. Steve gasps, watching your breasts bounce in front of him while he continues on unrelenting. "Baby..." You squeak out, "Steve...oh fuck, oh Steve -- Steve, Steve, Steve..." The heat builds and builds and builds. Your eyes water while his cock bullies into you. The head hitting your g-spot, pushing in deeper while he goes. You let out a cry, nails digging into his broad freckles shoulders while our hips slam down on him, thighs vibrating while white blooms behind your eyes.
"Good girl," He coos while you shake, collapsing onto his chest, "That's it, angel, that's my girl." He eases you onto your back again, giving you slow kisses on your neck and chest while he chases his own orgasm. It doesn't take long, nearly on the precipice of cumming since he zipped you up in your dress earlier in the evening. His mouth gapes while he sends his seed over your tummy, painting you with ropes of glistening white. "Jesus Christ..." he gasps, settling himself with some big deep breaths that expand his sculpted chest. You both look at each other, panting and sweating, the passion wearing off to a pure and gentle love for each other. You both start laughing. "We swear we're sexy," you laugh up at him. His smile makes you melt all over again. You watch him ease up off the bed, leaning forward from the side to kiss your forehead. He picks up the jewelry, inspecting it for missing gems, or - god forbid - a scratch, and places it carefully on the side table with his glasses. "Wanna get cleaned up with me?" he asks, tilting his head, "Can you stand?" "Oh please," you roll your eyes, sitting up slowly, "I can..sort of stand." You already feel the ache between your legs from taking him, knowing you'll need at least a day to recover from something so big. He helps you up, taking you into the en suite bathroom and getting the water just right for you to step into. "I'll be right back," he says, pulling you in for a kiss on the temple before he disappears in the steam. When he returns behind the glass of the standing shower, covered top to bottom in dark green tile, he passes you a glass of Malbec that matches his. "A little celebratory night cap," he says sweetly. "To closing the deal," you grin, giving his glass a clink to cheers. "To closing the deal," he says back before you both take a sip.
"I know you're not wearing those earings in the shower, Manhattan," he sighs, putting the glass on the product shelf out of the water. He reaches for you ears but you yelp playfully, stepping away from him, "You're gonna be the fuckin' death of me, honey. I swear."
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bolddeducktionneverfails · 24 days ago
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Long time, no post. 🍂🍁☕🍩
Yeah, I don't have the heart to delete my Tumblr presence, so I guess I'll keep adding content here on certain occasions.
Not sure about longer-form content like essays. I think I'd rather keep those...somewhere else.
Oh, yeah, the drawing. Uh:
Over the summer, I was thinking about creating a new Fall piece to tie-in with the upcoming season. I wanted to draw Della in her alternate outfit again (the painting Dewey found in the garage) to go with LP's chauffeur outfit since those colors fell in line with fall very nicely. I love trying out all the pumpkin spice flavored things when Fall hits. And pairing it up with one of my favorite ships? The perfect idea! This was something I was definitely going to draw! But then a battery issue with my laptop came up and wrecked my plans...😑
I was so fixated on what I couldn't do, that it distracted me from at least getting the sketches done traditionally. Once I got ahold of another laptop to use in the meantime, I was able to settle down and get to it. The newer laptop couldn't read my Clip Studio paint CD, so I tried to use another program. Then I remembered it lacked the tools I needed. I tried another one and it kept freezing on me. After that, I gave up and just had to wait until my laptop was fixed. Once it was, I had to get another art piece out of the way. THEN I got absorbed into working on things for that "somewhere else" and started to contemplate on whether it was even worth doing now that it's December. But Fall does extend into this month...and I don't feel like holding it off until next year...might as well keep going. 🤷🏾‍♀️
(Though I did have to axe the bonus content I intended to go along with it...maybe that'll be the thing I get to next year...)
Soooo, yeah, as you can tell, this took quite some time to finish and now it's more of a farewell to fall than anything. 😂😓
I'm hoping to have something more Winter-oriented later this month. Maybe something New Year-ish in January too. 🤔
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landoom · 7 days ago
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organised by @33max and @leatherandcherryblossoms - header from them
List of prompts
Day 12: 🧣 Mistletoe Kisses (I won't be able to finish every prompt today but I'll keep going in January)
“Hey, guys!! Look!” Lando shrieks, pointing at Alex and George who are talking near the double doors leading to the living room.
All the drivers present turn their heads towards them.
“What?” Alex asks.
“Look up!” Lando says, nearly bouncing with excitement.
Alex does. George does, too. They both freeze. Mistletoe.
“Reckon you have to kiss…” Oscar says.
“Of course, they have to! Or else it’s seven years of bad luck.” Lando adds.
“That’s for the broken mirrors, Lando.”
“It’s the same, Osc!”
“So? Are you kissing?” Max starts and soon everyone is cheering for them to kiss.
Alex looks at George. George. His best friend, his Georgie. The person he knows the best and the person who knows him the best. It shouldn’t be that hard to put a friendly peck on those lips. Just a joke between friends.
But it’s more than that. Because Alex has wanted to kiss those lips for years. He has managed to hide this want so deep inside, to learn to live with it and now… 
“Suppose we can do it…” George says trying to sound nonchalant but Alex knows him enough to see he’s blushing slightly and that he feels awkward and he decides to save him from that.
So, he leans in and puts a little kiss just on the corner of his lips.
Immediately, they get booed by their friends.
“That wasn’t a proper kiss!” Daniel says.
“Come on guys!” Lando encourages.
And before Alex can think about a way out, George’s hands are on his lips and he’s kissed. Like properly kissed. He hears the cheers of their friends but soon it’s like everything is disappearing outside of the feeling of George’s lips on his.
And then, it stops. George let go of him.
“Was that enough?” George asks as he joins their friends and leaves Alex frozen, under the mistletoe, alone.
***
“Look up,” George says.
Alex does and spots the mistletoe.
“Again?”
George nods. Alex smiles. Remember their first kiss a few days earlier, in front of their friends. A kiss that led to an evening of awkwardness until Alex was brave enough to go talk to George…Which led to another kiss and some confession.
“But we’re alone this time,” George notes with a fond smile Alex knows so well…But a smile he has just learned the true meaning of. 
“True.”
“So? Are you gonna kiss me?”
“Why should I be the one kissing you?” 
“You’re an idiot, Alex.”
George kisses Alex.
***
“Did you put up the mistletoe?” Alex asks as he looks around their apartment to check if everything is ready for their New Year’s dinner with their friends.
“Of course…”
“So the trap is set up?”
George nods.
“We can get our revenge on Lando.”
“Perfect.”
“But we might want to try it, just to be sure it’s working,” George suggests as he grabs Alex’s waist to put his boyfriend under the little shrub.
“Oh yeah, we can’t do with a malfunctioning mistletoe…”
They kiss. A few times, just to be sure.
***
“I wasn’t expecting that…” George says.
“Me neither ” Alex says nodding towards the couch where Lando has been sitting in Oscar’s lap since they arrived.
“Seems like we bet on the wrong horse…”
“But at least the mistletoe worked…” Alex says with a look at Max and Charles embracing under the little shrub.
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vgperson · 1 year ago
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What Did I Do In 2023?
Whatever I wanted, mostly.
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As I mentioned last year, my site now has an RSS feed with basically everything I've done back to 2020, so this will mainly be going over the same stuff from that, just with added context.
In January, I finally sat down and properly realized an idea for a short story I'd had sitting around for a while: From the Sidelines, about a fantasy RPG expedition going sideways. I remain very proud of it in both concept and execution, and hope people read it.
In February, Your Turn To Die was released on Steam Early Access, receiving character profiles and some bonus mini-episodes, adding two more later in the year.
After finishing From the Sidelines, I carried that momentum to revisit my Ut0p1a story series about funny computer animals. I'd always meant to continue it - and conclude it - but hadn't been satisfied with the ideas I had for it until totally rethinking them this year. In March, I posted the remaining stories one after another: Right to Code and Left to Code. I'm very proud of these as well. Also in March, Kenshi Yonezu released LADY. (Video, interview)
In April, Uri released the Data Book of the Strange Men Series, a big collection of the writing she's done on the games in the series, with a lot of new parts as well, all translated by me.
Then in May... uh, well, let's see. In April, Capcom released the Mega Man Battle Network Legacy Collection. I always adored the Battle Network games, and was initially excited that they finally did the thing... but by the time it came out, I was pretty disappointed by how, while you certainly couldn't call them low-effort ports, the effort didn't extend everywhere I thought it should, with the biggest offenders being the total absence of any "convenience features" except Buster Max Mode, the bad font, and the almost entirely untouched translations.
So, I ended up deciding I might as well just replay the originals, and that was a fun time (aside from the parts that were bad). Doing this, I couldn't help but notice how... turbulent the translations were, even if I'd always known they were less than ideal. I mean, the first two games just used periods for ellipses despite the tight character limits, then in BN3 they had an ellipsis character... but it's center-aligned, Japanese-style? Aside from the intro, which has normal ones? Gosh, somebody should fix that - it's simple enough to find and edit in YY-CHR. "JapanMan" is silly, too - I wonder if anybody made a patch for that? Wait, what do you mean there's just a tool to extract and insert text in all the Battle Network games including the Legacy Collection???
Thus began a journey that sort of occupied the rest of my year. First I did the BN3 Translation Revision, trying not to worry too much about cross-referencing the Japanese text unless something seemed wrong, so that I didn't spend too long on the project. Then I began to consider BN2, with its unfortunate "foreigner" text that would need some more significant reworking. I established more convenient tools for comparing with the Japanese script, and thus did a much more thorough job with it, releasing the BN2 Translation Revision in June (AKA Princess Pride Month).
Finally, after giving myself time to recover and actually finish replaying the series, I knew what I had to do to close things out. With the BN4 Translation Revision, you can finally play Battle Network 4 with a translation that isn't such a mess. Whether you'd want to is for you to decide, though if you can get over the structure, I don't think it's the worst game in the series by any means. (Oh, and in December I also updated the BN3 Revision to 1.1, doing a thorough pass with the methods I'd honed. But I think I'm pretty much good on MMBN translations now.)
Anyway, backtracking to other things that happened during my Battle Network haze... June had Kenshi Yonezu's Moongazing (video, interview), and July had Globe (video, interview, interview).
Last but not least, released in November, I translated Refind Self: The Personality Test Game, a short game from Lizardry (creator of 7 Days to End with You) with a fun concept.
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Obviously I was right to have said "no promises" last year. But really, Your Turn To Die should get its final part on Steam sometime next year, maybe even early-ish in it. That's certainly the goal.
I'm also hoping to buckle down and finish one of my own games, but as usual, who knows how that'll pan out. Letting my whims carry me this year let me finally finish From the Sidelines and Ut0p1a, which was great, and it also led me down a Battle Network rabbit hole, which was... fine, but definitely for a narrower audience. I'd always like to get back to more free game translations and the like, too, but it takes effort to find things I'd want to translate. For now, I think my increasing desire to be able to let loose some of these original games I've been planning, and the stories in them, might come out on top.
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fanfic-scribbles · 29 days ago
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Dinner Date Chapter 36
Masterlist
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Overall Story Facts:
Fandom: MCU Captain America/Avengers
Story Summary: Steve Rogers has a girlfriend. A prickly, generally asocial girlfriend, but they make it work. They have more in common than some people might think.
Quick Facts: Romance – Steve Rogers/Reader – Female Reader
Story Warnings: Reader-insert that verges on OFC, written in 1st person past tense
Chapter 36: Wake-Up Call
Chapter Summary: Steve needs to go for a walk, and vent. Sometimes, love means waking up at five am– because anything less would have to wait until at least seven.
Chapter Word Count: 3328
A/N: Happy December; hope you all are well as can be <3 I’m realizing my next chapter isn’t going to work so well so I’ll be scrambling to finish something else for January, but I will see you all…next year! =P
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The 4am wake-up call came both earlier and later than I expected. Earlier, in that it was only Saturday when Steve showed up at 4:37 in the morning, and later because...well, it was at least closer to five when an unexpectedly large body sitting on my bed propelled me into a heart attack.
“Fucking fuck,” I said, gripping my chest after recognizing the body was a familiar one.
“Sorry– sorry,” Steve said– was he trying not to laugh? I smacked at his arm, but I was still half-asleep and my fingers just kind of flopped across his skin.
He snorted hard and clamped a hand over his mouth. “Oh fuck you,” I grumbled and rubbed my face. I inhaled and let my heart return to a more reasonable pace. “Shit; is it time for walkies?”
He chuckled, and squeezed my hand. “It doesn’t have to be,” he said. “I am sorry; I know you said– whenever, and I wasn’t able to sleep at all, so I waited for a better hour, but I guess I got too restless and–”
I put a finger to his lips. And waited for a single brain cell to start working. After a few half-hearted attempts, something finally sparked. “It’s fine,” I said, starting to ease into full-brain consciousness. Steve definitely seemed keyed up; so much so for such an early hour– “Wait, did you not sleep at all?”
“I can do it later.” His expression turned stormy. “I’ll have time today.”
That did not bode well for all the SHIELD meetings he had been in to discuss the ‘Winter Soldier issue.’ I swallowed a sigh, and instead took a deep, steady breath. “Okay,” I said, setting all that aside for when I was more awake. My eyes continued to stay open, at least. “Let me get dressed, you find us a coffee shop to stop at, and then we can…mosey.”
“Just mosey?” He leaned his head against mine. “How about amble? Stroll? Saunter? Trai–”
“We can do all of those to a library so I can beat you with a thesaurus.” I scooted away, to the other edge of the bed. “Gimme ten, and we can meander all you want.”
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We did. Mosey, amble, etc; me with a coffee in one hand and slightly leaning into him on my other side. It was early enough no one was around the park to care, and if they were, they were passing for a reason and not stopping to note the random man hunching in on himself and somehow also partly shading me. He was going to get a crick in his neck if he kept that up, but I didn’t really want to be too negative at him when he was already so dour. We were less ‘moseying’ than we were trudging and lumbering, and I was still too out of it to be of any help at all.
“You know, science says five minutes of sleep is better than zero minutes of sleep.” I blinked a few times, and then squinted to make sure my eyes stayed open. “Far be it from me to doubt science, but…”
“…But you doubt science?” Steve asked with a wry smile. I made a ‘tiny bit’ pinching motion with my fingers, and he smiled slightly and shook his head. “Why were you up so late?”
“Umm…” I sipped my coffee slowly.
He leaned in closer. “Couldn’t sleep?” he said, his voice dipping into concern.
I pulled the cup from my mouth and sighed. “No,” I said. A little sullenly, because I didn’t want to admit to the why– it seemed so stupid in the scope of things.
However, my attitude was just enough for him to suss out the truth of the matter, because after a few seconds, Steve let out a little snort of recognition and then asked, “Were you playing a game?”
“Shut up,” I said, much more sullenly, and drank some more as he chuckled. He would have laughed, normally, but I took what he could give.
“I don’t feel quite so bad now,” he said.
I hip-checked him. Or tried to; I moved more like a bumper car losing power, but the feeling got across, I thought. “Don’t feel bad at all. I told you I’m here whenever and I meant it.”
He put his arm around me. “I’m just a little worried about your coordination.”
“What, you don’t like my 5 a.m. coordination?” I asked, but I stood upright and took a sip as I slipped away from him. Steve made a pathetic noise and got close again, but I just took a step to the side (and tried not to trip over my own two feet). “Nope; s’what you get for making fun of me.”
“I think your 5 a.m. coordination is adorable,” he said. “Be careful of that lip coming up though unless you want to lose your drink.”
I way overexaggerated stepping over the little ridge of sidewalk as it came up (even though it was a good call and I probably would have tripped on it, given my current amount of attention paid to our surroundings). “That’s why SHIELD pays you the big hero bucks,” I said. However, Steve was conspicuously silent at that, and when I looked at him, his mouth was on a downturn and he was focused on the ground. My stomach did a little flip. “Steve?”
He sighed, but when he looked at me, he did a little double-take. “Hey, no, it’s not that dire; I’m just…annoyed.” He tried for a smile but the bitterness was still there. “Fury is too. I’m on ‘temporary enforced leave,’ which sounds bad I guess, but it just means I can’t come in for a few days while Fury gets over himself.”
“Is that even possible?” I asked. I had nothing against Fury normally, but right now Steve was mad at him, and I was nothing if not loyal. And there was no better bonding experience than shit-talking a loved one’s boss.
But Steve, goody-two shoes he sometimes was, just shook his head. “It is. He will. And so will I,” he said. “It’s just…”
He went quiet for long enough that I briefly leaned against him again. He leaned into me too.
“The coffee must be good,” he commented lightly. “No complaints yet.”
“The complaints will come when the drink is gone. But they will be small complaints.” I sipped slowly, trying to let him settle. He didn’t. “Hey.” I bumped my head against his shoulder. “I won’t make you talk about it. But you can talk about whatever.”
He let out a gust of air. “There’s nothing to say. I mean that almost literally– we’re at a stalemate,” he said, and leaned his head closer to me. “SHIELD won’t budge on how they see B- the Wi- Bucky.” I looked and saw his jaw muscles tensing as he continued to speak. “I understand the…logic. At least part of it. He caused a lot of suffering.” Steve blinked rapidly a few times, and swallowed. “But he suffered too. He didn’t have a choice; he wasn’t even allowed a sense of self. He’s different now.”
I re-capped my nearly-empty cup, snuck a look around, then slipped my free hand into his. He squeezed, and let out a sigh. I squeezed back. “I’d offer to yell at SHIELD for you, but I’m honestly not all that good at it,” I admitted, with a little bit of shame. “I’m sorry I can’t help.”
“Being here is enough. And honestly, there are enough people yelling at SHIELD.” Steve actually cracked a small smile. “Clint and Natasha show up to every meeting looking like disappointed parents– Clint’s idea. Jane called Thor down and he started yelling at Fury before anyone even told him why he should. Bruce made a really, really long presentation on neuroscience that he got some doctor friends to help him out with. Even Tony has been helping, in his own way.”
The level of wonder at that last one caught my attention. “Is it that surprising?” I asked and threw back my cup for the last little bite, and caught only a few drops. “He seems like he’d enjoy yelling at SHIELD.”
Steve looked askance. “It’s…complicated.”
I took that to mean they were fighting again, and let it drop. “But they all have your back, even if SHIELD are being jerks.”
“Yeah.” His face relaxed again, and he seemed closer to a smile than a frown, at least. “Yeah. They have my back.” He looked around, then slipped an arm around me for a brief squeeze. “And I’ve got yours. More coffee?”
“Yeah,” I said, looking around for a trashcan. “But how about breakfast? There’s a–”
“I know just the place.”
The seductive female purr right into my ear was so unexpected that my feet almost left the ground entirely, and my cup flew out of my hand and landed several feet away– right near a trashcan.
You can’t murder Black Widow, you literally physically CAN’T, I told myself, clutching my chest for the second time today, as Steve and Clint laughed themselves sick, and I came down from a mix of terror and…well, it probably was on purpose that she used a sexy voice, but I was not going to mention it. “What the fucking fuck, Natasha. You are so lucky that cup was empty.”
She gave me only wide-eyed innocence. “Am I?”
“Yes,” I said firmly. “Because I will go down, but I will go down swinging, and then you will have to deal with Steve moping at you for the rest of his life.”
Natasha actually made a face at that, and I nodded with satisfaction that the message was properly received. Steve, though, scoffed. “I think I’d do more than mope at her,” he said, a bit sulkily. Before I could tell him not to battle his friends to the death, he added, “I would do my PSA voice and say, “how could you, I am so disappointed in–’”
Both Natasha and I made noises of disgust as he actually did his stupid Captain America PSA voice. Clint, by contrast, coming back from throwing my cup out properly, made an admiring noise and said, “Wow, you’re really good at pulling that out on cue.”
“It’s very annoying,” Steve said, as though appreciating Clint’s comment. “But we were just about to go for breakfast. Do you two want–?”
“Breakfast, yes,” Natasha said and went to manhandle Steve into facing another direction. It was a little funny, actually; it was like watching an otter wrestle a whale. And win. “We know just the place.”
~
The diner looked closed, but Natasha and Clint strode fearlessly forward, so Steve shrugged and gestured me to go ahead. Despite the heavy blinds in place to block everything outside, the lights were all on full, sounds and smells came from the kitchen, and there were several tables shoved together in the middle of an otherwise empty dining room, around which sat a bunch of people. Those being: Sam, Jane, Thor, Bruce, Tony, and Pepper. It brought Steve up short– more than just taking in who was there, which he surely did faster than me.
“Finally!” Tony said, drawing everyone away from a conversation that had Thor looking mildly annoyed. But he sloughed it off for his usual poise, and his eyes brightened when he looked at Steve. Sam relaxed in his chair, Jane sleepily waved a coffee cup, and even Bruce turned to smile.
Despite the abundance of people I wasn’t prepared for, I relaxed more than when I’d thought we were just going to a random diner full of strangers. They really did have Steve’s back.
Clint and Natasha herded Steve and me over to a couple of chairs at the table, Steve sitting next to Sam, with Jane at the end and Thor and Bruce circling that side, while I sat next to Pepper, with Tony at the end on her side, and Clint and Natasha filling in the last seats across. As soon as I was seated, I flipped over the empty cup in front of me– and snagged the carafe Tony had just been going for. Honestly, it was an accident that happened because I grabbed it before I even saw him, but when he narrowed his eyes at me, I tried for the sweetest smile I could while I filled a cup for me, and a cup for Steve.
“Oh, thanks sweetheart,” Steve said absently, slipping the cup in hand as he paid more attention to whatever Sam was saying.
“You’re welcome, Honey-buns,” Tony said in a ridiculous falsetto, and tried to swipe the coffee back.
I pulled it just out of reach and looked around at the empty cups not in front of Tony. “Pepper,” I said sweetly to the woman giving Tony a hairy eyeball. “You look a little low. Would you like a top-off?”
“Please,” Pepper said and moved her cup closer. Tony channeled his Most Annoying personality and tapped his fingers as loud as possible while occasionally giving a heavy sigh at his oh-so-interminable wait, but as I was the one annoying him, it was like music to my ears. Once Pepper’s cup was nice and full, I didn’t even get to pretend to offer any to Clint or Natasha before Tony found his chance and stole the pot from my hand.
“Tony!” Pepper scolded, but I used my newly free hand to pick up my coffee and sip it slowly while he waved around his prize and made stupid faces at me. Eventually he did go to pour– and he got about a tablespoon out of the nearly empty pot. How he couldn’t tell how light it was when he grabbed it, I didn’t know, but the way his face scrunched in displeasure made the entire early morning worth every single second.
“Mmmmmmm,” I said and added a noisy slurp as he glared at me. The waitress came around with a new pot of coffee and I momentarily wondered if I could get away with grabbing it before he noticed, but after she filled Clint’s cup and set it out, Tony snatched it, fast as a starving snake, and, still glaring at me, poured himself a full cup, with only a minor correction from Pepper tilting the spout into a better spot.
At a laugh from Thor, I looked at that end of the table to see Steve, still with his entirely full cup, just in his other hand, completely wrapped in conversation with Sam and Thor, with Jane piping up and Bruce just watching. Though Bruce did glance at Tony, then flashed me a wry smile and a wink.
I was saved from having to figure out how to respond by the very sudden appearance of food– something that also surprised Steve, from how he jerked slightly but sharply, and his hand immediately went to my leg under the table. The waitress and waiter didn’t seem to notice, didn’t even have time to, considering the frighteningly quick efficiency they used in setting the food down and getting the heck out of dodge. I wondered if Tony was paying them extra to give us as much privacy as possible. That was…oddly sweet.
It almost gave me hives, so I put that thought in the back of my head and moved on with looking at my plate. It was stacked full of food and looked and smelled amazing, and I lifted my head to see Natasha watching me as she poured extra syrup across her pile of pancakes already doused in in the stuff, with piles of decadent whipped cream. She gave me a knowing smile, but then pouted and said, “You didn’t offer me any coffee.”
I almost rolled my eyes– she wasn’t even using her mug and instead had a fancy-looking drink with ice and a straw and everything– but since I felt Very Annoying and no longer had anyone to turn it on, I made a heart motion with my hands right in front of my face.
I then immediately got a tiny straw-paper ball to the nose. I sputtered and jerked back. “You–!” But I immediately laughed and admitted, “That was really good.” I put the little paper trash ball into position, lined up my flicking finger, and took aim.
“Are you seriously going to attack Natasha back?” Clint asked in amazement.
“Yup!” I said, and fired. Natasha, knowing it wasn’t going to hit her, just stared at me flatly– until the little Paper Ball That Could landed right on the whipped cream of her pancakes, which was honestly even better than I was hoping for– I had been aiming for the syrup. Her eyes narrowed, and I decided to spend some of my last minutes on earth indulging in a fistpump. Steve continued to be oblivious, talking to Sam and Jane, and perhaps that was for the best.
“I’ve always wondered if you could kill somebody with a tiny paper ball,” Clint said as Natasha stole another two straw wrappings and started forming them together into a tightly packed projectile.
“Hm. I mean, if anybody could survive it…” I glanced at Steve. Still oblivious. I grinned. “Hey Nat,” I said and made the heart shape in front of Steve’s face– a good frame, but just far enough away that he wouldn’t notice. Natasha smirked, Clint leaned in eagerly as she took aim, and Tony choked on a sip of his coffee.
“–and I wa- uh, sweetheart, what are you–?”
Natasha fired.
I thought I heard it plink off his face, and he slammed himself back so hard he almost fell over, and Tony and Clint and Thor and Sam all burst out laughing. Thor was so loud I almost couldn’t hear Steve right next to me. “Fuck Nat did you have to get me right in the eye?!”
“Your offering was acceptable,” she said, smiling so hard the apples of her cheeks were almost fully pushed out.
I turned, and– after one quick glance around– gave Steve the quickest peck on the cheek ever. “Thanks for taking one for the team,” I said and smiled sweetly at his scowl.
“What team,” he muttered sullenly and rubbed his face like he was a four-year-old who had just endured enthusiastic greetings from Aunt Gretchen.
“The team of you and me! And also your team in general, who would have had to deal with you when Natasha sent me to an early grave,” I said. I made another little heart– and a paper ball pinged off Steve’s mug and went right into my shirt. “Fuck!” I said and scrambled to get it out without flashing the table.
“Gooooaaaaaaaaaaaal!” Clint proclaimed with his arms up and out. Things devolved into a bit of chaos after that, with several of us trying to get pieces of napkins into coffee cups, off foreheads, and into food. When Tony started trying to figure out a makeshift catapult, Pepper put her foot down, and we all got back to eating and pretending to be grown-ups.
A little over halfway through, I leaned against Steve and let my stomach settle. He was quiet, resting his chin in his hand, but he patted my thigh in acknowledgment. I knew Bucky wasn’t ever far from his mind– if he wasn’t far from mine, then I doubted Steve could get away from the elephant whose shadow still cast in his physical absence– but he seemed a little lighter, even if he also seemed a little more thoughtful. “You’ve got a good team,” I said softly, keeping it just between us.
His mouth lifted to one side, but he briefly leaned in to press his head to mine. “I really do,” he said, and slipped his hand into mine under the table, and kept hold for the rest of the meal.
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hannahssimblr · 7 months ago
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Shane arrives in the late afternoon, and suddenly we are five. In the aftermath of the storm, when the tarmac is black and the air is fragrant with petrichor we hike to the touristy side of the beach to have drinks at the Surf Shack. We wipe rain off the picnic benches and sit overlooking the sea. It’s choppy, the sand pockmarked with puddles, but the humid heaviness the last few days spent building has been lifted away, leaving crisp, fresh air in its place. At least for now.
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Jen starts demanding everyone’s highlight reel of the past year after only two minutes of small talk, and we talk about how Joe broke his wrist playing frisbee, Jen applied to eleven business schools because she didn’t know what else to put on the forms, and Shane lost his virginity to some girl called Aishling in January, though getting that tidbit is like dragging information from a stone. To distract from our nudges and kissy noises Shane asks me about Michelle, which doesn't help, because then I have to tell them all that we broke up.
It instantly zaps the fun out of things and makes the boys awkward. They grumble vague condolences and start looking around the place like they can pull a less depressing topic of conversation out of the air. I remind myself not to mention her again. 
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But they don’t have to sit in this particular discomfort for long, because our drinks arrive, carried by Liam, who invites a brand new one by lingering around the table and trying to make conversation. I grit my teeth and remember to be nice.
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“Ah look who’s here!” He beams, “the gang are back together!”
“Hi Liam!” Jen’s tone is straining with enthusiasm, “good to see you again, you done your leaving cert?”
“I am indeed! Finished up there last week, t’was some slog, I’ll tell you that. I was just dying to get back out here to the beach and do a bit of surfing. The first group of kids doing the classes are to be down now on the first week of July, and sure then it’s go go go! But look, sure it’s great craic altogether, can’t complain.”
He’s met with blank stares. 
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“Oh yeah! Sounds fun.” Jen says after a beat, “Well, it’s nice to see-”
“Having any parties or anything like that this summer?” he asks. 
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“Um, well we’re not sure, but if we do we’ll invite you.” I give her a subtle kick beneath the table, which is a mistake, because she turns her huge, beaming smile on me. Her eyes glint threateningly, “You should ask Jude though, we’re staying at his house, so he gets to decide.”
“Yeah,” I say, “Um, we’ll invite you to whatever we’re doing, we just don’t know yet.” Fine. I want to say to Jen. I’ll invite him, but you can take care of him in the toilet when he’s hammered and sick after one beer. 
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“That’d be so cool, thanks!” he says, “and I’ve something you can do too, as it happens. My dad is having the first karaoke night of the year down at the local pub next week, you know, just to kind of usher in the beginning of the busy season. You should definitely come along.”
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“Karaoke?” Joe echoes, “you want us to sing songs?”
“Well who doesn’t like a good auld sing-song? It’ll be a bit of fun.”
“Probably not,” Joe then turns to Kasper to try and explain to him what is happening in simple English. “Nah, Karaoke, like, singing, and shit” he mutters, “like,” he holds an invisible microphone to his mouth, “la la la, bla bla bla, like, that, like.”
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Look, maybe,” I tell Liam, “I don’t think we’re exactly singers here, but we might come to the pub anyway for a few drinks.”
“You might be compelled to belt out a tune or two while you’re there.”
“Stranger things have happened.”
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“Alright!” he starts walking back to the Surf Shack, turning one more time to point into our faces, “Think of ye’re songs between now and then, will ya? Just in case you change your mind at some stage!” 
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Jen looks at me expectantly once he’s gone, and I immediately groan, slumping in my seat under the weight of her expectation. “Fine, I’ll invite him to whatever party, Jen, but I’m not fucking doing karaoke.” 
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boneskullravenriver · 5 days ago
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I'm trying to get back into reading and less time dicking about on TikTok. Because I want to finally finish words of radiance. And according to a note I have in obsidian (where I have a book tracker thing I cobbled together).... I started this book in OCTOBER (2024). It is now January of 2025. Lmao.
I'm in the later half of the book so... I've had this event thing set on my calendar to remind me to read 50 pages a day. It's a big annoying full screen notification that buzzes when it pops up on my phone at exactly the same time every day. So I put in some ambiance music on my laptop and I set a stopwatch to time how long it takes me to read 50 pages.
Hopefully at this pace I can finish soon. Been trying to Pavlov myself into reading and not going "oh, I'm gonna do this tomorrow..." *Tomorrow comes* "nah, the next day!"
Then I don't read for like a month lol.
It's been going good so far. I have this small, really small notebook that I jot down what page I've started at, what page I'm aiming for, the date.. what book I'm reading, and then really short hand-ish indicators on what pages I find interesting, maybe a brief comment to remind myself why I found it interesting (not too long) so I can go back to my obsidian book tracker thing to expand on it later where I have more space to write.
I also write down the amount of time it took me to read (from the stop watch).
It's a lot and I know some folks will ask "why can't you just go... Read?? Why all the extra shit?"
Well, you see, my attention span is so shit nowadays. Even though I might like whatever book I'm reading, my brain goes "won't it be easier to just watch a video, or spend the whole day scrolling TikTok for cheap entertainment?" Because it's less of mental energy to do that.
Reading means engaging with a story. Understanding what's going on, or figuring out what's going on, and picking up whatever small hints the author is trying to put down. If you're watching a TV show, you get these things from visual or auditory cues.
Like, slightly ominous music or making the POV look like it's from the perspective of a stalker coming up behind the protagonist in a scary movie or something. In books, you don't get that. It's through words. Character actions and other things. That requires you to be engaged, not passive.
I'm also trying to read more because i feel like I wrote better whenever I was reading more. I have this old document of a story I wrote in highschool.. and I was blown away by how much I seemed to have imitated the pacing and story structure of the books I was reading back then. I was crafting a story with plot and struggle for my characters to get through... But also not neglecting their relationships with one another and giving them all different quirks so they weren't all the same.
I was doing all of that without outlining, without banging my head against a wall trying to figure it all out. I was just... Doing it. I remember typing most of it on my phone on Google docs (I didn't have a computer for a long while because my old one became busted) like wtf!!
And I remember distinctly thinking to myself "I'm such a bad writer... I don't know where I'm going with this"
And then I come back, years later looking this over like... Damn... I was cooking something!
Little snippet I found:
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I dont mind sharing this since it doesn't really show explicit detail about the story or anything so it's whatever. This is from at least... I think.... 2017 or 2018 I want to say? So would have been 16 or 17 lol.
I even had a trans character before I really understood what that was, which shocked me lol
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alicepao13 · 2 months ago
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Hudson and Rex S04E11 - Capital Punishment - Part C
I will finish this. One way or another. I promise.
It took this smooth operator five seconds of standing like an idiot to tell Trina that she looks great.
Rex is watching carefully.
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He does.
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"But I want him with Sarah."
What did she do to that poor bowtie?
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"Where would I be hiding weapons, moron?"
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Only internally.
The bowtie has magically fixed itself. Not that I'm paying close attention or anything.
I'm sorry but what use are internet cafes in 2022 when most actual cafes have a decent internet connection?
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I'm sure everyone opens doors that way. If he wanted to not get fingerprints on it, he could have used his elbow.
"[...] showed Canadians that extremism isn't just something our southern neighbors have to contend with." Yes, only the US has terrorism. What? Even my country has had a quite deadly terrorist organization.
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Well, they usually give awards to the least deserving people. We are the exception, of course.
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Tell him, Joe!
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"If no one's going to do anything about this, I'll do it myself."
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Well, there's no plan for "my dog took off with a bomb in his mouth."
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Okay, first of all, this is the funniest way to say "I'll blow up Rex". Second, I think we should be more concerned about the fact that Rex might be anywhere, including (as we saw later) running next to dozens of people. Generally, it's not a great situation, even though Rex ultimately did save the day.
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Uh-oh, Charlie has an idea.
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"Rex does this all the time, how difficult can it be?"
I think I actually made a Geralt joke (from the Witcher, I mean he'd have been killed from that height) somewhere on this blog the first time.
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Okay, Hamilton, how much did you guys pay for that slow-mo? This is embarrassing. And Rex looks like he's lost.
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Damn, he has a strong head.
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Wow, dude hates us.
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That's a nice shot. I'm not particularly fond of the slow-mo on Charlie's expression in the next shot because he has to also hold his fist up and it kind looks weird in my opinion but this one's a nice shot.
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This. I mean, I did what to see his expression, I just don't find the pose particularly great.
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This I love, though. The music stopping, the sound coming like he's underwater, the sound of his breaths... And then as he punches Houle, there's nothing but the sound of his rage and his punches until he hears Rex barking.
For the record, I believe you should be allowed to punch the guy who you think killed your dog, cop or no cop. John Wick that motherfucker.
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"Hey, hey, hey, I'm here, man, I'm okay."
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He was so worried.
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"You did fuck him up a bit, though, right?"
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I was very normal about this all the 1564 times I watched it between January 21, 2022 and Mar 23, 2022. The first 1200 times were all on the first week because we were snowed in. I'm not crazy.
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"Let me give you a proper lick-up, it lowers the stress level. You silly goose, you really thought I can die?"
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Stop it! I'm serious, I don't want to have to open a new post for the remaining 3 minutes!
Jesse: "Charlie is getting an extended vacation?" Sarah: "Jesse, I wouldn't really call it a vacation." Jesse, let the man fuck.
That Iris Cross report must be important. I'm kidding, I know that Jesse is probably trying to find a way to not mention the countless moments of negligence in that report.
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Don't read that, there's probably tons of inaccuracies in there.
You can mention the word teamwork a million times, it still seems like nothing.
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Yes, yes, we're all Charah shippers. Anyway, I'm into multi-shipping lol. But I mostly wanted to screenshot this to showcase that Rex seems kinda left out, which is not how the moments with Charlie, Sarah and Rex are shot. The latter ones always seem to include Rex, showcasing that they're family. So, yeah, for more reasons than one, I am glad to have this.
Rex: "Oh, fine, I'll allow it. Just because we're leaving tomorrow."
I definitely liked Trina, I'd love for her to come back to the show, obviously not as a romantic interest for Charlie anymore.
I'm a basic bitch, so Charlie became 50% hotter when he punched Houle. I'm unapologetic about it, and I 100% believe that dogs are worth killing for. Also, as an off-duty cop, Charlie did not act as a cop but as a person who loved Rex. If he was on duty, he'd have taken out his gun and shot him, and I would have cheered. Okay, maybe not cheered because there are real consequences from shooting a rat bastard terrorist person but I wouldn't have cared about Houle. This reaction humanizes Charlie, and I'd like for him to lose it a bit every season lol. He doesn't have to beat up people every time, we'll find other outlets.
Furthermore, I think that reaction, should it have ever been reported back to the SJPD, would have carried zero blowback. Subduing a terrorist after his bomb has blown up, and using excessive force off-duty, while saving dozens of lives? They'd have given him another medal. But the most likely scenario is that it would have prompted Joe to keep a closer eye on Charlie, because while warranted, Charlie as a more put-together cop in another time would have tried to restrain himself. My main issue with this is it wouldn't have been reported back to Joe so he wouldn't have had that information, otherwise I'd have liked it to be referenced in the season finale.
Finally, I consider part of S4 as Charlie's slut era, and I think the last time I intimated that, someone blocked me lol. At the time, it might have sounded like I was judging Charlie. But it's not really a bad thing. He's an adult, Trina is an adult, they both know that they'll only have that night and they're okay with it. Sarah is with another guy (I'm assuming they're having sex), was either of them meant to be celibate until they figured their shit out? Plus, I think it re-enforced how much in love with Sarah he was because in the next episode he got back and tried to kiss her.
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spotsandsocks · 1 year ago
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✨ 2023 writing round-up ✨
Tagged by (and I might have missed some people sorry) @exhuastedpigeon @jamespearce9-1-1 @heartshapedvows @thekristen999 @jesuisici33 @daffi-990 @hippolotamus @wikiangela
Links to all 23 fics I’ve written which I’ve just realised coincidentally matches the year maybe I shouldn’t work on that Christmas fic after all 🤔 All under the cut cos that’s quite a few and your dash does not need to be bothered by that! 😆😆 I will forget to tag someone I know it, so if I do I didn’t really and you’re tagged too cos you’re wonderful
💕💜💕Thank you to each and everyone of you who talks to me, tags me, supports and encourages me, reblogs and likes. Sends asks and questions and prompts and love in my direction. Thank you for sharing your time, talents , your words and creative skills with us all. You make my days brighter and more fun. I adore you all and wish you all a happy kind and peaceful 2024. 💕💜💕
January
Home Wanted 6k established Buddie new pet based shenanigans 🐀🐁🐀
Could Have Should Have Would Have 3k my biggest hit this year angsty then sweet
Who You Gonna Call? 9k Eddie calls Buck and works out how he feels
February
This Must Be Love 5.7k fluffy valentines fic featuring pea puns 🫛
March
Just another minute 1.2k 6x10 spec
No Place 8.4k coma!buck spec fic with a few similarities to what we got actually
It's Such A Feeling 1.8k couldn’t remember but apparently hand appreciation fic that gets smutty 😉
April
Date Night 2k I got stuck on bus for almost 3 hours and this happened - surprisingly popular considering I had no plans to write it until traffic hit!
The Answer I Needed 2.4k Buck is always there for Eddie 5plus 1 across time till love strikes
Always There 1.6k Tía Pepa sees all at Christopher’s birthday party
May
Everything But (temptation) 4.7 5plus 1 of Eddie being a flirty tease and driving Buck crazy
Worth the wait5.7 same fic but from Buck’s perspective
July
Good Knight Sweet Prince 167,316k ahh my best beloved started in 2023 and finished this year. I adored writing and sharing this what turned out to be epic length fantasy au. Knights princes dragons thwarted love and a happy ending what can I say if that’s your thing give it a go.
Let me stay by your fire (for nothing warms me like you do)4.5k couldn’t let go of mediaeval theme so knight Buck this time coming home to his blacksmith friend Eddie. Oh and bees. ���
August
Something Worth Staying For 21k an enemies to lover (although not really enemies) small town newspaper au where Buck turns up and Eddie hates him until he doesn’t. Featuring my real life computer disaster 😆
Tied To You From The Start 13.4k a challenge I took on and did rather well if I say so myself 😆😆 paranormal mysterious shenanigans. Buck in peril and on the run Eddie trying to save him from his own self sacraments and hot sex.
September
The Comfort of Your Hands 2.9k inspired by an anon talking about Eddie running fingers through Bucks hair. No plans for this one it just happened and again was well received. Maybe I should stop planning fics and just see what happens.
October
The Price of Love (is high) 7.7k autumnangstfest drama. I put them both through it. All past traumas coming back to cause trouble.
Your heart or mine? Yours every time 3.6k a hungry vampire!Buck and Eddie get stuck in a lift … things occur
November
100 word fics added a short fic to this little collection i actually love doing these. It’s a great challenge
Only one answer 590 couldn’t remember.. had a look and went oh yeah that was cute. Proposal fic in under 600 words
In my defence I was left unsupervised 1.3k Buck gets bored with sissors Eddie likes the results … who could resist buzz but Buck… not Eddie it seems
Nov/Dec
The Lost and The Found wip 5/10 48k this was not meant to be this long but guess what.. got carried away and plot is plotting and demands around 100,000 at least in the end I suspect. 5 chapters out number 6and 7 before Christmas this counts as 2023 doesn’t it? Come join me for the ride
@daffi-990 @shortsighted-owl @monsterrae1 @rogerzsteven @hippolotamus @loserdiaz @the-likesofus @stagefoureddiediaz @yelenasbuddie @hoodie-buck @buddierights @bekkachaos @thekristen999 @ronordmann @caroandcats @spaceprincessem @disasterbuckdiaz @heartshapedvows @underwater-ninja-13 @wildlife4life @wikiangela @thewolvesof1998 @exhuastedpigeon @weewootruck @giddyupbuck @housewifebuck @honestlydarkprincess @pirrusstuff @elvensorceress @jesuisici33 @eddiebabygirldiaz @jamespearce9-1-1 @theplaceyoustillrememberdreaming @wh0re-behavi0r @princessfbi @jacksadventuresinwriting @ci5mates @katries @megsvstheworld @like-the-rest-of-la
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t-lane-writes · 6 days ago
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2025 - Year in Preview
Plans. Not resolutions ;) but plans are necessary, at least for me.
Here goes. I am at "inciting incident" in my re-draft of Black Wings, so, obviously this is the story I'll be continuing through January. I'm off work till the end of the month, so I have high hopes of FINISHING the re-draft, even if I'll have to skim through a lot of chapters. But, knowing me, the re-draft may stretch longer.
For that reason I'll add The Triad and Duke and the B Brothers to my January/February plans. For January I'll be doing some 4 hours of Black Wings work and then one hour each of the above. Not that I really expect it to work that way, lol. But that's a basic outline, which will be adjusted on a daily basis.
I also want to increase my social media presence in January, but I think I'll be doing that on the weekends.
In March and April I want to either get back to Crystal Spring Valley or Specters and in May and June--to the other one of those two.
It would be amazing if I managed to finish Crystal Spring Valley, but I don't think it's a realistic expectation. I probably might, if writing was my day job, but with the need to still be earning some monie.. Yeah. But I want to at least create a solid plot for that final stretch, change whatever doesn't work in the story as it exists now, and have a clear path to the finish line. I hope that can be done in two months.
As for Specters (I hope @echo-bleu finishes reading, before I get to it, so I can brainstorm through the edit phase with them :*) I have to write the chapters which now exist in "the character does X here" form first, and then start some line-editing I think? Or another phase of plot/character edit? IDEK, I'll have to re-read it first.
I really, really wish I could have a finished, ready to query piece this year. It would require A LOT of work and may not yet be possible, but with both Big Girl and Little Girl becoming more and more independent (neither lives with us anymore (finally ;) ), perhaps it will be easier to give my novel-babies more attention.
Um. The second half of the year... Whatever I plan for it, never comes into fruition (except for NaNo plans in past years, alas NaNo is no more).
It would be awesome to write first draft of Duke and the B Brothers. I'd love to work on the Mars idea (untitled) more extensively. Like, how about I get to the detailed plot phase here? Hmmm? Also, I want to write at least one, maybe three short stories in The Triad universe. Is all of it doable? Or only some of it?
I should get back to Black Wings at some point as well, but it won't be until toward the end of the year, maybe even in 2026.
ETA: Oh. And maybe that one more rewrite of Ananke? IDEK...
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mushroom-jack · 1 month ago
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for ao3 wrapped; 3, 10, and 11
hi saiint!!!!! meowww :3c ask game here
3) What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?
OH NO I'm about to yap about things that are so nothingburger to you 😭
Unfulfilled Prophecy has caused me to write THE most words ive ever written in a year, we're nearly at 180k and i want to hit 200k by the end of the year. It's one of the least insane things I've written (although there is still a bit of insanity in it merely due to my nature) but I think everything about it holds up and it's the first time I've really been happy with something long-form and plot-centric rather than just a thinly veiled character or relationship study. I've always adored time travel, transmigration, fix-it, and political intrigue stories... and this is my first time actually writing something like that.
the first installment of lay all your love on me barely counts bc i mostly wrote it last year and only happened to post the last chapter this january, but i wrote i am your boy all this year soooo. that whole verse. it has so much brain disease in it, its SO much more insane than unfulfilled prophecy, but unlike most of my more diseased fics (ie, communing w dangerous men, all my kenwatts) its actually pretty polished and not just 90% purple prose. i'm really happy with it.
10) What work was the quickest to write?
hahahahaha i wrote five in like an hour the day after the election in like a fit of stress. needless to say i wasnt feeling well :3c but its only like 400 words and i do still like it.
11) What work took you the longest to write?
coldhands project im so fucking sorry. i wrote one chapter of you in like march and then neglected you the rest of the year. i said i would finally finish death frozen over and then i started a whole ass longform WIP on a whim. i prommy ill come back to you it might just be another. glances at the calendar. four years. sob.
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iantimony · 7 days ago
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2024 year in review - roundup style, plus bonus graphs!
we're so back! doing things in a slightly different order than last year: first, reviewing the 2024 resolutions.
--> get back on a regular workout schedule: swimming 1x a week, weights once or twice a week. would like to try and work towards my One Pullup goal again. would also be cool to try and work towards a hand/headstand. Ha Ha. yeah. no. did not do great with this one. definitely did a non-zero amount of exercise but I probably averaged about 1 gym visit a week, if that. I think I am going to add a "working out" section to next year's weekly roundup, right now I've been posting that on dreamwidth under my 'gains' tag but I think slapping it in the weekly roundup will help a lot. I've been doing a lot more yoga than normal in December so I would like to keep that going in the new year - I paid for down dog last summer and have actually used it which is good, and I'm doing their 'every day January' challenge thingy so that should be a good place to start. realistically after January I will not do yoga Every Day but I bet I can make it happen 2x a week. more on that in the 2025 resolutions section.
--> try and be more mindful. i'm going to continue the grief therapy but also think about meditating more, doing more yoga, and so on. I got ghosted by my grief therapist at the end of January lol <3 and was quite bad about meditating and journaling especially this year - in 2023 I was really good about regularly journaling and I think it was really good for me but that fell off almost entirely this year.
--> there's a gallery on main street that solicits work from local artists for bimonthy themed exhibitions and i really want to submit at least one thing to it this year! the one due by end of january is themed 'florals', and the one two months after that is 'layers', so i'd really like to submit something to one of those. weeps cries throws up. I didn't even submit to the artists' choice show for December. I should have though - I peeked in the gallery and based on the caliber of work. I absolutely would have made it in. Oh well.
--> more weird art! use that big canvas i bought in literally 2022! paint!!! did essentially Zero painting this year besides some watercolor in a travel journal, Ha Ha. did not do anything particularly weird or fun.
--> finally put together that travel journal from korea & japan (and also scrapbook-ify the papers i have leftover in a pile from that) also did not do this :'D I DID work on my travel journal for England somewhat though.
--> also, maybe do current scrapbook a little different? might need a new binder at the very least. kind of! I did portion off the current binder into just 2021-2022, I have separate 2023 and 24 events in chronological binder sleeves but now that those years are done I think it would be cool to do them in a more traditional book format.
--> hang up that expensive quilt i bought in august IT IS STILL IN A PLASTIC BAG IN MY CLOSET …. however, I DID move into my own place this summer, and my boyfriend is going to help me hang it up in January when he's visiting after the holidays, so. it wasn't done but it's imminent.
--> speaking of quilt: do some hand quilting, english paper piercing! i have so much fucking fabric! did do some of this! have not finished that exact project but I did do some of it! I also have done a lot of Thinking about fabric projects which I know doesn't count but it has been marinating is all I'm saying.
--> find a new apartment to move into that hopefully won't suck! completed! only sucked a little bit to do, and the actual apartment itself is good, if a little dire in terms of insulation!
--> try to secure some sort of summer internship or project that will let me develop some new skillsets that i might not be getting with my current research this failed for last summer but I learned a lot from the process and am very optimistic about this coming summer.
--> finish the masters degree did do this!
--> write…a paper? for the work i just presented??? did not do this! it's complicated! big pain in the ass!
--> keep tweaking neocities and make some more pages basically didn't touch neocities at all this year.
--> keep track of recipes this year as well in my making section this was a success!
i might start a little spreadsheet this year to keep better track of all my stuff because i really did Not want to go through all my separate listening and reading sections and extract what i liked the most, etc. this post required me to first back up a few extra early tuesdayposts from this year to dreamwidth, and then skim all of them to accumulate the above, and that was kinda a pain. and i love an excuse to start a new spreadsheet. I did not actually MAKE the spreadsheet til December but fucking whatever I did do it. and it was great.
of those roughly 15 notes, if I am very generous in what I count as a success, I accomplished about 7 of them! about a 50% success rate implies to me that I was a little too ambitious. this was a 2023 not 2024 resolution but I did partake in bandcamp Friday this year also so that's fun!
now. THE DATA. there is a part of me that really, really wants to whip out some old bokeh macros to sexy-ify this data. that could be fun to host on neocities and/or my real-name website as an example of my data viz prowess. but for now, google sheets plots will suffice. they are not very accessible (color blindness, etc) unfortunately.
behold! a bar chart! this data isn't necessarily 100% correct or perfect, some of these numbers are deffo estimates.
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listening: saw more live music this year for sure - saw Haken, St. Vincent, ELO, and Sammy Rae live and they all slapped. lots of podcasts, even more music. April doing some heavy lifting there due to the spotify algorithm playlists, especially the release radar but also other miscellaneous generated playlists.
my bigass 2024 playlist!
reading: I THINK I read significantly less AO3 this year but I read a lot of other articles and a few books! notables were Bunny (bad) and The Left Hand Of Darkness (good) (which I think mirrors last year, which was also [modern lit book] bad [ursula le guin] good if I recall right)
watching: more youtube in the second half of the year than the first. something about background noise maybe.
playing: largely dnd with a smattering of video games and magic the gathering.
making: mostly pottery with some fiber art in there.
eating: yay recipes :-) adding this section was a roaring success. considering compiling a 'favs of 2024' pdf to distribute. should be pretty easy to do so stay tuned for that.
misc: finished masters degree! saw the eclipse in April! became a member of my local temple this year! england/scotland trip!
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the 2025 goals!
once again: workout routine! setting this at 1 day of cardio, 1 day of yoga/adjacent, and 1 day of weights per week. this feels sustainable. would like to make it through the yoga every day down dog challenge for January.
reintegrate journaling into my day-to-day.
clean up some digital clutter; organize photos and files, empty..my tumblr likes …… [80k posts]
generally move away from perfectionist tendencies (in writing/journaling (feeling compelled to record Everything), painting, etc)
submit to the gallery on main street for real this time
finish the travel journals
learn some quilting
get back into neocities! maybe start crossposting these on there?
read like...10 books this year
pass my prelim exams ;_;
onwards and upwards. good night and good luck. here's to 2025 :-)
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galexibrain · 26 days ago
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2024 in review
Decided to answer all of these at once.
How many fics have you worked on since January? Fucking hell I actually have to go count. ... 15. That's. A lot.
What’s something new that you tried in a fic this year? I wrote and published my first E-rated fic!
What piece of media inspired you the most? (This can be the fandom you wrote the most for, the one that spawned the most ideas, the one you thought about the most, etc.) Dragon Ball. Published 11 fics this year so far, with another in the works and more ideas waiting.
How many fandoms did you write for this year? Two! Dragon Ball and Star Trek VOY
What ships captured your heart? Vegeta/Bulma from Dragon Ball. Also, to a lesser degree, Krillin&18, also Dragon Ball.
What characters captured your heart? Vegeta, but also Bulma, who I only learned to truly appreciate this year <3
Did you write for any new fandoms or ships this year? I never wrote Vegebul before, so yeah, I guess?
What fic meant the most to you to write? all you can comprehend
What fic made you feel the happiest to work on? A Heart Worth Believing In and The Past, the Present and Everything in Between
What fic was the most satisfying to finish writing? A Heart Worth Believing In
What fic was the most difficult to write? all you can comprehend, I'd say.
What fic was the easiest to write? A Heart Worth Believing pretty much wrote itself
What were your shortest and longest fics posted this year? Shortest was Not Asleep at about 900 words Longest so far The Past, the Present and Everything in Between, so far 29k
What were your go-to writing songs? Adagio in D Minor from the movie Sunshine
What was the hardest fic to title? PPE and I'm still not happy with that title lmao
What's your favorite title of the year? all you can comprehend ;A;
Share your favorite opening line “We are terribly sorry, Sir. There was nothing we could do for your wife.”
Share your favorite ending line If the woman beside him was so adamant about him having changed for the better he might as well try and live up to it.
Share your favorite piece of dialogue "Uncle Vegeta!" "Don't call me that."
Share your funniest line “You could say so.” Yamcha tilted his head, confused about Rhubar’s scrutinizing gaze. “Is everything alright?” “Oh yes,” Rhubar said happily. “I think you would make a worthy father to my child.”
What's something that surprised you while you were working on a fic? Did it change the story? Mhm... I don't think so?
What writing programs did you use? Did you write by hand? I used to write in Microsoft Word but my Laptop is having hard drive issues (yes I need a new computer) and frequently eats files, so currently I'm using Goodle Docs
If you had to choose one, what was THE most satisfying writing moment of your year? Finishing A Heart Worth Believing In <3
Did you do anything special to celebrate finishing a fic? ... post it? :D
How did you recharge between fics? Usually planning the next one haha
Did you create fanworks other than fic? Yes! I started doing a lot more fanart and actually got better at it!
How many events did you take part in? (bangs, exchanges, ship weeks, zines, prompt memes, they all count!) Three total! The Vegebul coloring book project (as an artist haha), the Bleeding Out prompt challenge, and the Secret Saiyan exchange from the Vegebul server.
If this were an awards show, who would you thank? Akira Toriyama for gifting this wonderful world and characters to us <3 And all the people in the Vegebul fandom <3
What's left on your to-do list for 2024? Polish the Secret Saiyan work, finish one more chapter for Homeward Bound
What would you like to write next year? I want to finish Homeward Bound, write the sequel, work on PPE, write that Future Gohan-centric fic AND write at least two more oneshots for my 7-year-gap series.
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