#the plot just Came 🤌🏻

[taexual]

I'm so in love with this couple holy crap, you're truly one of the greatest writers I have seen so far

I really can't get enough of this, I adoooore this series, and their story, the characters, your writing as a whole and omg I could keep going for hourssss (but srs, I can, if you're not uncomfortable with receiving praise, I gladly will pull out the list of some of my favorite moments and phrases so far, just say the word)

it's like 🥺 they are my babies, born, raised, polished, and released into the world 🥺 and you tell me you're welcoming them with as much love as i am 🥺 i love you so much 🥺

tell me everything, my love, i will cherish it my whole life 🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

[heeseung-min]

Hiiiiiii, your writing is just so 🤌🏻✨

If you're not taking any requests rn, you can totally ignore this😊

But if you are then... hear me out😭

What about a Jay's younger sister/sibling x yandere!Jungwon (Jay's best friend). THIS IDEA HASN'T LEFT MY MIND FOR DAYS AFTER STUMBLING UPON YOUR TUMBLR. You can make the plot, I'm just really curious as to how this would play out (but please don't kill jay😭).

Hola, thank you so much for reading my stories. Glad you enjoy it very well😆😆 I hope you enjoy this too

[00:29]

Jungwon was waiting for Riki to choose his stuff. He didn't want to at first but the youngest bribed him with food so how can he reject it? So now he was waiting outside of the store that Riki went to while playing his phone.

He was scrolling on Tiktok to watch something interesting before someone bumped to him real hard. He was ready to curse but he stopped himself when he saw the person in front of him.

Doe eyes, beautiful, her cheeks a bit chubby and Jungwon was pleased to see the girl keep apologizing. Her worried expression made her so cute.

Luckily, there's nothing harming both of them. Jungwon just nodded to the girl since he was still speechless by her beauty. The girl apologized once again before she walked from him and now Jungwon felt sad because he will not see the girl again.

Ah, what a pity.

"Hey, what are you staring at?"

Riki asked as he just came out from the store with things he bought. Jungwon just shaked his head and started to walk leaving Riki chased him.

_________

"Jungwon, what are you thinking about?"

The boy sighed when he finally noticed that all of his friends were staring confusedly at him.

"Are you thinking about the girl that day?"

"Girl?"

"Jungwon has a crush?"

"Oh wow, she must be so cute if Jungwon thinking about her."

Jungwon rolled his eyes at his friends behaviour. It's the first time he become interested with a girl so his friends become excited at the same time.

"Can you guys stop it?"

"Come on, tell us about the girl."

"I don't know her. I just saw her few days ago at the mall while I was waiting for Riki. And I don't think she's in our school."

"Aww, bad luck."

"It's okay. It's just temporary crush."

Little did Jungwon knew, the temporary crush continue day by day. Jungwon became desperate. He really wanted to see the girl again. He even went to the mall few times and just sit there watching everyone in case there is the girl he was looking for but he failed.

Now, he was walking to Jay's house since the older invited him for hangout. He push the doorbell to let Jay knows about his arrival. What he didn't expected was a girl that opened the door instead. But, it was not a random girl. It was you. The girl that he saw at the mall on the other day. You were staring confusedly to him when he didn't say anything but stared at you.

"Are you friend of Jay?"

"What? Ah yes yes I am. Um, is Jay inside?"

"Yeah-"

"Oh is that my friend, Y/n?"

"Yes, he just arrived."

"Jungwon, come in. This is my younger sister, y/n."

Y/n left immediately after her brother introduce her to his friend. She felt weird seeing Jungwon keep staring at her.

"Jungwon, do you like my sister?"

"What?!"

"You keep staring at y/n when I introduce her."

"Well, umm- the girl that I talked about the other day...it's her. I saw her at the mall."

Jay laughed and congratulated the boy for for finally found his crush. But, Jay doesn't know the crush Jungwon had started to turn to an obsession.

-------

You looked very cute when you are pouting.

That yellow dress fit you nicely.

Even your laugh sound heavenly.

I hope one day we can spend time together.

You read every notes Jungwon sent whenever he comes to your house. Since the day Jay introduced both of you, he always come by and he will slip his note into your room or he will put the note by himself inside your room whenever you were not in there.

"Can you please ask your friend to stop putting his notes in my room?"

"Why?"

"Ergh, I don't like it. Just tell him to stop."

"It's not like it's harming you, y/n. Stop being dramatic."

"I hate you."

That night, you were alone in the house. Jay went out to play basketball with his friends. You were studying in your room when you heard glass shatter sounds. You felt scared and quickly find something that can protect yourself. You cursed lowly when your phone battery is low. Immediately, you texted Jay and tried to call for emergency but after few minutes your phone died.

It was still quiet. You didn't hear any footsteps so you decided to hide under your bed. You started shaking when your bedroom door got opened. You watched how the footsteps walked slowly like the culprit was looking around the surrounding. Then, you heard a giggle came out from the person.

"Are you really playing and seek now, y/n?"

You gasped when your feet got pulled and it revealed the culprit was Jungwon. You pushed his hands off your legs and tried to run but Jungwon was stronger. He pulled you again and made you fell on the knees.

"Let me go, you creep!"

"Don't be like that, y/n."

"Don't you feel guilty to Jay for doing this? You are disgusting, Jungwon."

"Really?"

"Why should I feel guilty when he was the one who suggested this?"

"What?"

You felt betrayed. No, Jay will not do this. You guys are siblings. Sibilings will not betray each other.

Jungwon was excited. Now he can do anything to you. After resisting many attempts, he finally did it. Thanks to your brother, he finally got you.

"He left the house so I can do this. Isn't he is such a good friend?"

Taglist: @stacey-stonem @duolingofanaccount @huggyuvita @obsessed1with1straykids

[petratherrock]

Watched Kung Fu Panda 4

I have...feelings...

Spoilers ahead

I didn't like it.

I can't believe there comes a day when I say that I don't like a Kung Fu Panda movie. The previous three have been amazing, all three of them imo

This one tho....

1. It irked me that the Furious Five didn't make an appearance, like, they're friends??? I understand it's probably budgeting issue, Beyonce and Jackie Chan, Ian McShane and Gary Oldman all in one movie is probably not affordable

But come on???

2. When Tai Lung appeared in the first 5minutes I was hyped that they might be redeeming him and Po will be choosing him as the Dragon Warrior

I know, it's not possible because he's literally been sent to the other realm but c'mon

For the sake of the plot i would've accepted any twist if it means he gets to be the Dragon Warrior

It would've been delicious, but nope my hope was dashed.

My bad i guess lol

3. Look, introducing a new character to be The Dragon Warrior just doesn't sit right with me. The story was uber cliche

I could smell the "i was taken in by villain and so I'm leading you to your doom and now i regret it we're friends again and I get to be the chosen one" from the moment Zhen pulled the 'was taken in by someone' thing

Call it misogyny. Maybe it is.

But I'm really sure i won't have any problem with it if they wrote Tigress or Snake as the Dragon Warrior

It's not about Zhen's gender.

It's about how it's written

4. It just felt like they wanted to cram as much as possible in a movie resulting in a chaotic but predictable storyline

I was bored. It didn't interest me as much as I always did with the previous movies

A lot of jokes also kinda fell flat which is sad because I always find the jokes in Kung Fu Panda really funny

5. I miss the Furious Five friendships with Po.

Esp Po and Tigress.

Viola Davis as The Kameleon tho? 🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻 I adore her voice. 💯/💯

I wish there's more time to develop her story because The Kameleon was terrifying--quite possibly the most terrifying KP villain. Totally overpowered at the end, but even before that when she could turn into just anything she wanted, she was already terrifying af imo

If they'd just use other characters in the franchise that we already know, they wouldn't have to waste sm time introducing Zhen and making us empathize and like her, thus giving more time for us to feel for the villainess or elaborate her story like Tai Lung, Lord Shen, Kai

Maybe it was just me tho. Maybe I'm too old for KP and it's catered for children so now it falls flat for me

She just came outta nowhere, little lore, introduces herself in a few sentences and we're expected to take Po and Zhen's side because she's the villain. There! Is! Not! Enough! Material! To go on with!

Too many redundant scenes

Once again, I blame the writing and introduction of a whole new character just to make her the Dragon Warrior

[skyfallscotland]

Hi! Hope all is well and you're having a good day! I'm here for the ask game :

💭 👓 🎬

(and to gush how much I love BRV 😩😭 I started reading books beginning of this year and I came across FW everywhere. I finally caved and read it but Violet felt lacking as an fmc to me. I knew how popular fw is so I knew there was gonna be fics about it and I came across F&F when I searched for Xaden x OC and godsss I read it in one sitting and DD came out for a Xaden POV and I fucking lost it 😂😂 I've been rereading them since they came out and even though I already know what's happening it still feels like it's my first time reading it. I just love how you structured Remi and how real she feels and the communication between every character is just 🤌🏻✨️ I swear you put some crack in it because of how addicting they are. Also everytime I read a V x X fic, it always feels so wrong now, like back off Vi that's Remi's man 👀🤺 hahaha

I've been holding off reading T&T because I like to read completed fics and my heart probably won't be able to take any cliffhangers you give lol (also haven't read IF). But I like to go to your page sometimes and read the snippets and ficlets you put out. But yeah I just wanted to let you know how much I love BRV and I appreciate the hard work and dedication you put in it and that you even put it out in the world to share 🥰🤗)

Hi! Thank you so much, but also, wow I love your self-restraint. I'd love to say I could wait for a fic to be finished before reading it, but we all know I could not, I have zero chill. T&T definitely is going to take a hot minute to finish, I'm only almost halfway as it stands 😂

I'm writing riorgail at the moment and it feels so weird not to be writing Remi, I have to constantly remind myself Violet would react differently to things 🥹

💭 What inspires you and your writing?

Usually it's music and the outdoors. Whenever I'm stuck, I'll put my ipod on some music on (wow, showing my age) and my mind will plot out little scenarios. Usually it's Taylor Swift, Fall Out Boy, things like that 😌

👓 What helps you focus when you write?

I usually need a darker room, glasses on, noise-cancelling headphones on. When I was a kid I used to write with music playing—now I don't know how I did that, I need absolute silence 🥹

🎬 If a movie or show were based on your fic, which fic would you choose and who would you fancast?

Oh my god this is so hard haha. I would absolutely choose Remi's Version, but I have no clue who I'd fancast. The only fic where I've ever had "real people" kind of faces in my mind was Fury and even then I pictured them...altered. Basically, I'd never be happy with anyone 😂 I'd want it to be animated! Basgiath (Remi's Version): The Animated Series.

[findingnemosworld]

Hey Nemo,

It was about a young 17 year old Rockstar who was abused and hurt to a very extreme point. She was adopted by a foster family when she was 4 years old. Her foster father who was her main abuser, was also her manager.

The story starts when she gets out of a restaurant with her father and paparazzi storms them. She gets separated from her team and ends up sneakily leaving through the crowds. She becomes missing overnight. There were very excruciating rumors about her that say that she had a Casanova character and slept round. Her manager gave her the image of a sl*t.

3 years passed and now she is dead to the spotlight. Loyal fans only remember her. But, she was hard to recognize. She is a University of Madrid student in Public Health now. Nobody knows where she came from. They know she is from Sevilla. She is a madrista.

Comes in contact with the Real Madrid team where she is a part of Medical team. She becomes friends with them. She is jolly and kind. never had a bf. Joined the team during 2010.

Sergio and her have been really close for a year. He sees her as the kindest soul and pure at heart. He couldn't help but fall in love with her. She did give him a chance.

However, one day through his brother, he comes to know about her past. He asks her about everything but she didn't have it in her to tell the truth. Her trauma got the best of her and she had to see him walk away.

I see Sergio as the type who is unsure but still protects her dignity. He walked out but never stopped caring. She tells him eventually. He takes his time to understand her again, way before she could open up. In 2013, she finally tells him and he swears to protect her no matter what.

It's long but its out.

#the anon who has weird dreams 😅

anon .... 😳 I mean damn, this is .... damn.

in all honesty the plot is so intricate that I might need to reread it over and over again to fully grasp it, I love the complexity though and tbh, I think this can be a fun challenge to tackle when time is on my side, the push and pull, feelings that are just ... 🤌🏻

thank you for sending me this, I will be sure to circle back to it when I am free 😅

[singmyaubade]

I just randomly came across 'no longer yours' and I wanted to applaud you for such a great writing!

The plot, the oc, everything is chefs kiss 🤌🏻💌 I can just go on and on for hours about how much I loved it.

If you ever write a next part, please don't forget to tag me!

oh my god, thank you so much?? this is genuinely so sweet <333 i will tag you of course <3

[intellectually-elite]

Welcome to another episode of ranting (featuring Enhypen)

(This may contain spoilers about the actual webtoon, so if it reaches you and you still haven't read the webtoon, refrain from reading my review, and on that note, I ABSOLUTELY RECOMMEND YOU to start reading that webtoon because 😭🤌🏻)

The webtoon "Dark Moon : The Blood Altar" has its second soundtrack, "Criminal Love," on almost every steaming platform

Anyways, this song was the backing track of the webtoon in episode 60 (The other ost, "One in a billion" was in episode 48 fyi)

To kick things off, in that episode, when Sooha's remnant powers were almost absorbed (?) by Dardan on the blood altar, Heli tries to escape with Sooha, but he ended up confessing his love when Sooha told him that he came to save her in her previous life and this life and that's not it

Until that time, Sooha was clueless about the fact that Heli has remembered his past life (and judging by a lot of other events, it is safe to say Heli knows about their past (including the boys) in much detail. The others probably just remembered how they ended up being the princess' bodyguard and her vessels but Heli is the most knowledgeable in this regard.

However, in that one scene (you know what I'm talking about), where Sooha allows Heli to bite her neck because she trusts him (I know y'all have that printed in your brains from reading those panels at least 50 times), we now know that Heli had....uh....certain feelings and how he came clean to Sooha when he was trying to save Sooha.

Okay, enough about the plot. About the song,

NI-KI'S VOICE SOUNDS SO RASPY THAT IT HAS ME LOSING MY MIND.

Everyone sounded so cool, but NI-KI?!?! His parts (KYAAAAA)

1. [Verse 1: NI-KI, Jungwon]

어두운 밤 가려진 달 when the lights out (When the lights out)

No one knows we got the best seats in this ghost town

Translates to :

The hidden moon on a dark night when the lights are out

No one knows we have the best seats in this ghost town

2. [Verse 2: NI-KI, Heeseung]

(Criminal love, yeah)

헤어짐조차 반복되는 운명인 걸까?

잔인하게 우릴 다시

갈라놓으려 해 no hidin' (Hidin')

Translates to :

(Criminal love, yeah)

Is it fate that even breakups repeat?

If we cruelly separate again

Let's do it without hiding (hiding)

3. [Verse 3: NI-KI, Sunoo, Jungwon]

전부 뛰어넘어 logic, 모든 게 뒤집어

You better watch it, 볼수록 놀라워

I cannot stop it, it's like a ritual

Translates to :

I surpass everything, logic, and flip everything over

You better watch it, my voice is getting higher

I cannot stop it, it's like a ritual

(P.s : THIS PART MAKES ME FEEL BUTTERFLIES IN MY STOMACH KYAAAAA)

4. [Bridge: Jungwon, NI-KI]

Faded (Faded), baby, 우리에게 주어진 밤이

Maybe 하루뿐이라면

What do you want? 얘기해 줘

허락된 한 줄기 너라는 love

처음으로 가 down, down, down

다시 한번 널 마주칠 순간으로 가

지독한 저주 속으로

뛰어들어 dive

Translates to :

Faded (Faded), baby, if this given night

Maybe is the only one for us

What do you want

Tell me, the permitted ray of you

To another dimension, next, next, next

Together to the moment we meet again

Locked up, going in, coming in

(P.s : JUNGWON ISN'T JUNGWONING IN THAT BRIDGE I SWEAR. WHO TOLD HIM IT WAS OKAY TO SOUND THAT GOOD?😭)

About Sunghoon,

[Pre-Chorus: Sunghoon]

Oh, you say "Good night, meet me next life"

But where are you now?

Yep! That's me 💯

Because nooooo how does he manage to sound so sad 😭

I had to bring Heeseung in this list of honorary mentions.

[Chorus: Heeseung, Sunoo]

Got me like 달빛 아래 잠시

허락된 heaven 텅 빈 나를 채워줘

Got my hands cuffed, criminal love

God, this night tastes just like, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Translates to :

Got me like, under the moonlight for a moment

Filling up the empty me like a permitted heaven

Got my hands cuffed, criminal love

God, this night taste just like, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

There's just something about the way Heeseung pronounces 허락된 that makes my heart flutter (It might be weird but I can't help it😭)

Lemme bring something else to your attention

[Post-Chorus: Sunghoon, Jay, Jake, Heeseung]

Criminal love, love

유일한 의미, I'm always willing

끝이 난 순간, 다시 뛰는 heart

다시 널 허락해, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Criminal love

Translates to :

Criminal love, love

The only meaning, I'm always willing

The heart that beats again at the end

I won't allow it anymore, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Criminal love

Mr. Jay, just what sorts of "willing" are we talking about here? I NEED AN ANSWER, SIR

These just happened to be my favorite parts from the whole song. The entirety of the song is a masterpiece, to me at least. But I had to point those out.

This is the 1st time I've typed something with so much patience because everytime I like something, I just have a whirlwind of thoughts that I cannot pen at the end of the day.

If you read this whole thing patiently, thank you 😄 and a bouquet of love for you.

[causenessus]

I know it’s been completed for a while now but I’m still not over love notes 🧍🏻‍♀️ it was such a good SMAU and it’s so full of whimsy. It’s exactly what I needed in my life and I’m so glad you like surgically implanted the fluff and whimsy in my brain with the story. He’s such a down bad simp for love notes y/n and honestly where can I find me a man like that?

I want those two have, they love each other so much and I was screaming at them to just like kiss and confess to each other the whole time. I hate how long it took them to get together, not in a bad writing way but in a “oh my god. Why are you both so dumb??? You obviously love each other.” Way!!! Your writing and story was so delicious. Like I want to eat it. Your posts make my day bcs I swear all these boys are so down bad for y/n and honestly??? What more could you need in life?

Him making the art and sending it to her was just 🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻 I want someone to make art to inspire me like hello? How. Much more romantic can it get than making art for someone bcs you love them and want to inspire them? Love Notes! Suna love of my life fr! Also her friendship with Sakusa was hilarious. I love all the banter and teasing that makes its way into the friendship and I love how you wrote their relationship.

(I’m sorry I’m a certified yapper and I can’t help it! Your inbox will be flooded with things like this bcs of my degree in yappology)

Okay ramble is over! I’m really excited for what you’re planning in the future and I hope you remember that writing is fun! Write the things you want to write no matter what other’s want. Take breaks when they’re needed and make sure to drink water and don’t forget to eat.

<3

-sincerely bakery anon 🍪

IT WILL NEVER BE TOO LATE TO TALK ABOUT LOVE NOTES!!! I'M NOT OVER LOVE NOTES EITHER OMG :( i was thinking about the chapter where her and suna are like out at the firepit for osamu and atsumu's birthdays and he's moving her legs so she's not too close to the fire :(((( literally i loved love notes sm I'M SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO GET TO THIS BAKERY ANON!! i may or may not have just wanted to keep it in my inbox forever a little longer because this was so sweet!! i literally read it last night and it immediately motivated me to post those two little love notes extras last night!! i hope u saw them BC THEY WERE FOR U!!!! (and if not they are linked at the bottom of the love notes mlist!!)

I ALSO WANT WHAT SUNA AND Y/N HAVE LIKE OMG 😔😔😔 JUST TAKE ME TO THE LOVE NOTES UNIVERSE PLEASE JUST ONE CHANCE and thank you so so much for your words <33 they are def dumb!! and were just scared of ruining their friendship BUT THEY HAD TO LEARN TO TAKE THE RISK!!

AND PLEASE so like when i first thought of writing a suna fic i literally had an entirely different plot thought out (not complete in any sense it was like one scene and i had no ideas whatsoever) BUT THEN I WAS WASHING DISHES AND THE IDEA OF GRAFFITI AND MAKING ART FOR SOMEONE BUT NOT ADMITTING IT AND EVERYTHING JUST CAME TO ME IT WAS CRAZY!! i'm so so glad you loved it!! and aa yes the banter between everyone was so sweet <3 and literally dating suna AND your best friend is sakusa kiyoomi??? sign me up please where do i sign up!!

(as you can tell i am just as much of a yapper!! i am a professional yapper!! i have a degree in yapping!! so never apologize i will yap JUST AS MUCH BACK <3)

THANK YOU FOR THE REMINDER BAKERY ANON <3 YOU ARE SO SO SWEET AND I HOPE YOU'RE DOING WELL!! MAKE SURE TO EAT AND TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF I LOVE YOU SO MUCH THANK YOU FOR STOPPING IN!! FOREHEAD KISS MWAH <3

[loonmartell]

Omg the finale is here ‼️

You NAILED it, v!! I’m so proud of you 🥺 it’s such a delicate and complicated plot and yet you wrote it so beautifully 🤍🤍

This was so so incredible and such an amazing story, i cried i laughed i everything-ed and i’m gonna miss my babies so much 🥲🤍

Messy running commentary incoming, watch out!

“I remember everything, Joel.”

Not Mr. Miller. Joel. 

NOBODY TALK TO ME I NEED TIME TO PROCESS THIS

—

In one fluid motion, Joel sent his chair flying backward as he dropped to his knees before you.

KISS HER POOKIE BEAR KISS HER GOOD

—

The first kiss was delicate— cautionary. He wavered between losing control and reluctance, the path of his lips moving fluidly like they had always known their place against yours. It was so much different than the first kiss months ago, where then it had been about discovery and excitement, each draw of your bodies together new and profound. But now, it was a kiss to rekindle a flame that had dwindled out, a resurgence of emotions neither of you had experienced in years. Yes, those few months together had been exhilarating, but you had barely scratched the surface of where the bounds of your love lay.

If this isn’t art i don’t know what is 🤌🏻

—

“Don’t think I forgot at all, baby. Just wanted to savor you a minute,” Joel grinned. “I love you. God, I love you so fuckin’ much. Ain’t ever gonna stop tellin’ you how much I love you.”

The way I’m grinning like a fool 🥹 IM SO HAPPY YALL DONT UNDERSTAND THESE ARE MY BABIES

—

“I got all the time in the world, baby. Gonna spend every damn day provin’ myself to you. I’m already on my knees for you. Anythin’ you ask of me, I’ll give it to you.”

I need to die like right this second, he’s so in love with her 🥺♥️

—

He trailed his fingers up your bare legs, his hands teasing their way higher. A shiver ran over your skin as he pushed the hem of the dress further up, his head bending down to kiss a path over your knee and up your thigh. 

“God, I missed you so damn much, baby,” Joel groaned, his tongue gliding over your pebbled skin.

This might be one of the hottest things I’ve ever read

—

Joel lay his head in your lap, his puppy dog eyes staring up at you with a glimmer of desire.

Scratch that, THIS is the hottest thing I’ve ever read

—

Joel tugged your ass down to the edge of the chair, flicking the hem of your dress into your lap. You tried working your fingers over the band of your underwear, but Joel beat you to it with a swiftness that left you dizzy. Well, dizzier than you already were. 

Joel hoisted your calves over his shoulders, settling himself between your thighs. Flashes of memories in this exact position came flooding in; this was familiar. Familiarity beyond compare and something you desperately yearned for. 

Nvm this is all so hot

—

Joel gave the softest nod as if to say I know, driving you closer to the edge

Literally fanning myself

—

“I need to hear y’say it, baby,” he begged. “Please tell me you’re mine.”

THE POSSESSIVENESS IS BACK IN FULL FORCE HELL YES

—

Joel locked an arm around your back and lifted you from the table, spinning you both until your back hit the wall across from the table. The impact was enough to knock the air from your lungs and dizzy your mind,

JOEL SHE JUST HAD A CONCUSSION FFS YOU GORGEOUS HORNY MAN

—

Joel looked up at you through blurry eyes, his thick lashes coated in fresh tears. 

This is it, this is the end of loon im so done

—

“If I had known y’needed a good hit to the head to get all these memories back, I woulda tripped you myself,” Joel teased.

BAHAHA JOEL PLS 😭

—

“It’s not fair,” you cried. “It’s not fair that she gets to be angry when she wasn’t the one that lost everything.”

Oh my sweet baby i need to hug her so bad 🥺🥺

—

Joel spoke your name softly, the syllables more beautiful than ever when they rolled through his accent. You hummed in response, gazing up at him through tired eyes.

“I woulda waited an eternity for you, baby,” he confessed. “I woulda gone to my grave waitin’ to have you back in my arms like this again.”

If you see something in the sky, it’s me free falling cuz i can’t do this anymore

—

“Give me your pain. Give me all your anger and everything inside you, and I swear I’ll keep you safe. Y’ain’t ever gonna be alone again. Not while I’m still breathin’, baby. It’s you and me. Forever.”

V, you’re killing me and i couldn’t be happier

—

Sarah threw her arms around your neck, muffling her sobs into your hospital gown as you squeezed your arms tighter around her body. You missed so many milestones and moments of her life because of the accident, so many memories that were never made. Every family meal, every soccer game…you lost them all. 

OH SARAH MY BABYYY 😭😭

—

Welcome home, baby. 

I love you.

SOBBING I LOVE THEM SO MUCH 😭😭

—

I’m definitely gonna reread this cuz ohh my god 🥹♥️

Thank you so much for writing & sharing this beautiful masterpiece!!!

To summarize how i was the whole time reading:

Killing Me Softly | (Joel x teacher!f!reader)

Chap. 10 Home

Summary: How bittersweet it is to come home. Rating: 18+ Explicit Word Count: 8.6k Warnings: NONE!!!! Find out for yourselves xoxo A/N: If you made it this far, thank you. This obviously isn't the absolute END, there will be an epilogue to come... but I still want to thank each and every one of you. This series has such a special place inside my heart, and I will be forever grateful for the love and support you all have given. All the kisses and hugs and love to you all. (I also realize there are going to be a few questions left unanswered, but I promise it'll be resolved in the epilogue) * And once again, I'm the most thankful to @loonmartell for helping me create the most beautiful story. Sending you all my love, sweet pea <3 *

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You most definitely had a concussion—which was not ideal when you were behind the wheel of a moving vehicle. Not only were you trying to subdue the memories still filtering through your mind, but you were also trying to navigate the roads with blurred vision. Streetlights that had once been unfamiliar slowly morphed into a memorized path, leading you right back to the place you once called home. Sarah had guided you home just months ago after a soccer game, but this was different. This was a reawakening, a thousand tiny moments rising from their endless slumber. Each turn of the wheel and stopsign guided you back to the one person your heart cried out for… Joel. 

If only your brain and heart could get on the same page. While your heart ached for Joel in ways you hadn’t felt in months, your mind still clung to the anger you associated with him over the last several months. You couldn’t just stop loving him, but you didn’t know how to stop hating him at the same time. 

The final turn into his neighborhood was coming up fast, yet your speed came to a crawl. It hadn’t even occurred to you that he could have moved on. Half a year was enough time for Joel to move on, to find another woman, to be happy without you. You experienced the exact opposite: you couldn’t move on, didn’t find another man, and were far from happy. Seeing him again was probably a mistake, but how would you move on now that you knew everything?

The nausea was back in full force as you pulled up to Joel’s home, his truck parked crooked in the driveway. This was your home once upon a time. Yeah, you were going to be sick again. Wrenching the door open, you leaned out of your car and dry-heaved. Nothing came up, which you were thankful for. You needed a strong stomach and a clear mind for whatever would come. The ground beneath your feet became distorted as you walked the path up his front yard. You took a moment to shake away the double-vision, your mind clouding around the edges. It was not the time to lose your grip on reality. 

The worn wood of Joel’s front door taunted you, your hand hovering over the center as you debated knocking. All it would take is a quick rap of your knuckles, and you’d see him again. Before you could sabotage yourself, your knuckles tapped against the door. 

“Comin’!” 

The sound of Joel’s voice in the distance electrified your nerves. He was right there. Any moment, he’d open the door and—.

The door cracked open, and you stared up into the familiar brown eyes that plagued every memory overlapping inside your mind. Joel stood motionless, his eyebrows slightly raised and lips parted. He looked at you as if you were a ghost. You gave him the most pathetic smile, unsure of what to do with your hands or body. 

“Can I come in?” You blurted out. 

“Of course,” he said softly, opening the door wider. 

A simple step over the threshold, and you were home. 

You took a moment to let it all settle in: nothing had changed. The varnish was worn in certain places on the floor, the same as it had been when you lived here. Joel walked the same path daily: through the front door and to the right, directly into the kitchen. Sarah’s soccer bag hung on the staircase railing, a pair of her shoes strewn across the second step. 

“Is Sarah home?” You asked, your eyes still wandering around the downstairs of the house.

“No, she’s stayin’ with a friend this weekend,” he replied.

Joel shifted his weight, tearing your focus away from the house and back onto him. There was a look of confusion furrowing his brows together, and you realized you hadn’t entirely explained yourself to him yet.

“Listen, I know I’m here unannounced,” you started. “I, uh, I haven’t touched the book since you gave it back. Well, I didn’t until today. I found it again, and this slipped out.”

Digging through your purse, you pinched the Polaroid between your fingers and pulled it free. Joel hesitantly reached for it, his fingers avoiding touching yours as he held it between his hands. A small smile formed on his lips as he ran his thumb over the photo's edges. 

“This was from a campin’ trip we went on with Sarah,” he sighed. “Sarah had just taken a tumble in some mud, and I remember I couldn’t stop laughin’, and you were quick with a camera and snapped this photo.”

“I know.”

“I got a photo of you, too. I still got it hangin’ up somewhere—.”

Joel’s voice trailed off, his eyes drifting up to yours. He had been so wrapped up in reminiscing that he didn’t listen to what you said. 

“Do you still have the one of Sarah, too?” 

Joel’s eyes grew wide, swaying in place. 

“You remember?” He faltered.

“I remember everything, Joel.”

Not Mr. Miller. Joel. 

Joel opened and closed his mouth at least three times before finally just shaking his head. He took a step back, letting the picture fall to the ground. You glanced down at the Polaroid lying between your feet, the photo of Joel doubling in your vision. Your body moved on its own accord, your balance teetering as you stumbled a bit to the side. Joel quickly caught your weight, his hands firm around your arm. 

“Woah,” he exhaled. “Y’okay?”

“I might have a concussion,” you laughed absently. “Took a bit of a fall earlier and hit my head.”

Joel cursed under his breath and slipped an arm around your waist, guiding you toward the dining room. Sunlight bled through the window shades on the wall, and you squinted your eyes to avoid intensifying your headache. The kitchen was just as you had remembered: cluttered and homey. Piles of dishes were laid in a drying rack by the sink, the dark countertops void of dirt aside from a few crumbs from toast or a residual ring of condensation from a beer bottle.

Joel helped you into one of the dining room chairs, moving swiftly to get you a glass of water. You weren’t sure if he meant to do it, but he had sat you in your chair at the table, the one you had always chosen during any family meal with him and Sarah. You smoothed your hands over the table, digging your nails into the groves of the woodwork.

“Here,” Joel said, extending a glass to you. 

You muttered a soft thank you, taking a drink as he took a seat beside you—his seat. The silence between you both was louder than the ringing in your ears, and you couldn’t stand it any longer. 

“Say something,” you pleaded.

Joel leaned forward, resting his elbows on his thighs as he peered up at you through glassy eyes. You knew that look: the exhaustion, the sadness. You had worn it well the last several months, and clearly, so did Joel. The person you were six months ago would have loved seeing Joel look so disheveled, but not now. Not when the past was hanging in the balance, finally uncovered and real. 

“Does Bennett know you’re here?” Joel asked, his eyes rising to yours. 

“What?” You gaped. Out of all the things Joel could have said, he chose that?

“Tommy saw y’all together,” he huffed. 

You wracked your brain, remembering when Tommy could have seen you and Bennett together. The only time you had seen Bennett was after the…. Oh. 

“He asked to meet me after everything happened,” you explained. “He wanted to share his side of things. You left out a lot, Joel. There was so much you didn’t tell me, and I had to rely on Bennett to piece the rest back together.”

“Are you datin’ him again? ‘Cause if you are, just tell me, and I’ll—I’ll find a way to move on and let you be happy. I ain’t gonna get in the way of your happiness, even if that means it’s with him.”

There was no way to ignore the bitterness in his words, yet you stifled a laugh. 

“After everything that’s happened, you actually think I'd go back to him?” You questioned. 

“Christ, I don’t know,” Joel sighed, running a hand over the back of his neck. 

“Bennett’s married,” you stated. “You must not have seen his wedding band when you were beating the shit out of him.”

Joel was harrowingly silent, his eyes trained on the work boots covering his feet. All you ached for was some sort of reaction—some kind of response—and he gave nothing. Your expectations had been set so high for this moment, yet nothing was going as you hoped. 

“I need to ask you something, and I need you to be honest,” you said.

“Of course.” 

“Why didn’t you fight for me?” You whispered. “When everyone was making decisions for me, why didn’t you step in and fight back?”

“I tried,” he lamented. “Your family decided on everythin’, and I couldn’t step in.”

“Yes, you could have,” you pressed. 

You brushed your hand over the stumble on his jaw, lifting his face to meet yours. You saw it deep within the dark brown of his eyes: regret. 

“That’s not a good enough answer, Joel. No one fought for me,” you pressed. “I was alone in everything, and you should have been the one person standing up to them against everything they were choosing to do. You let Bennett come back into my life when you knew he had been horrible to me in the past. Why were you so willing to just let me go?”

Joel grabbed your free hand and brought it to his lips, pressing soft kisses into the center of your palm. It wasn’t till the first tear hit your fingers that you realized he was crying. Joel looked defeated, his face framed between one hand and your other pressed against his lips. Truly and utterly defeated. 

“I never wanted to let you go. Sayin’ that last goodbye to you while you were in the hospital was the hardest damn thing I’ve ever had to do, and I ain’t got no excuses for the choices I made. If I could go back and change everythin’, I would. I swear I would in a heartbeat. Losin’ you was the worst thing that’s ever happened to me, and I know I coulda done more. You deserved more. You deserved better, and I shoulda been the one there for you. Not Bennett. I know I ruined everything. Fuck, I—I really fucked it all up.”

“I hate you for what you did,” you said, lifting your hand to brush away his tears. “I hate you so much for hurting me.”

Joel only nodded, more tears streaming down his cheeks as he closed his eyes. You ran your thumb over his cheekbone, tracing the line of his beard as it dipped down to his jaw. Joel released a shaky breath, leaning into your touch. 

“There ain’t enough words to describe how sorry I am,” he mumbled into your hand. “I’m so fuckin’ sorry for hurtin’you, and I’ve been livin’ with that guilt for years. I just wanted you to be happy. Even if it wasn’t with me.”

“I was happy, Joel. With you. I loved you so much. So many memories are still unraveling in my head, but in each of them, I know I loved you.”

“I’m so sorry,” he cried softly. 

“I hate you, Joel. I hate you, but I can’t ignore the fact that I still love you. I love the life we built together and the memories we made with Sarah. I miss this house, and I miss this kitchen where we’d make breakfast together. I miss waking up beside you every day. I miss staying up late with you and annoying you about the books I was reading.” You took a deep breath, trying to slow yourself down. “I miss you, Joel. I don’t know how long it will take me to forgive you, but I—I really miss you.”

A choked sob escaped from Joel’s mouth, and he leaned his head back, your hands falling into your lap. You didn’t know what to do with yourself other than try not to throw up—because your body was still trying to desperately fight off the nausea rolling inside your stomach. Confessing feelings while also battling a minor concussion had not been your brightest idea, but you had braved through worse before. 

So many moments of silence passed before Joel finally glanced back at you, his lips twitching as he held back another round of tears. 

“Y’have no fuckin’ idea how much I miss you,” he confessed. “I’ve waited so long for the moment you’d remember everythin’. I tried to imagine what I’d do when y’got those memories back, and… fuck. I’m so sorry for everythin’ I did.”

You took his hands in yours, interlocking your fingers around his. It was your turn to start crying, and you felt the tears fall against your fingers.

“What did you do?” You asked. “When you imagined me getting my memories back, what did you do?”

“I imagined kissin’ you and tellin’ you how much I loved you,” he said.

“What’s taking you so long?”

In one fluid motion, Joel sent his chair flying backward as he dropped to his knees before you. Reaching up, he cupped your face between his large hands, his mouth hovering over yours. You weren’t sure what he was waiting for, but you gave him a simple nod, and that was enough. 

The first kiss was delicate— cautionary. He wavered between losing control and reluctance, the path of his lips moving fluidly like they had always known their place against yours. It was so much different than the first kiss months ago, where then it had been about discovery and excitement, each draw of your bodies together new and profound. But now, it was a kiss to rekindle a flame that had dwindled out, a resurgence of emotions neither of you had experienced in years. Yes, those few months together had been exhilarating, but you had barely scratched the surface of where the bounds of your love lay.

You were the first to cave into the chaos, deepening the kiss until Joel’s movements determined your breathing. When his head moved, so did yours. When his tongue overlapped yours, you repeated the motion. Over and over until you lost the ability to identify where you started and he ended. 

“Joel,” you panted, his lips still crushed against yours.

“Hmm?”

He was too enamored with you to respond coherently. You raked your nails over his scalp, refamiliarizing yourself with the softness of his curls. Joel groaned into your open mouth, his tongue dancing with yours once more.

“Joel,” you muttered again. 

“Yeah, baby?” He exhaled, finally breaking away from your swollen lips. 

You pressed your forehead against his, your eyelashes fluttering up at him. Joel looked down at you with blown pupils, the brown color in his eyes nearly black as he waited for your response.

“I think you forgot to say something,” you whispered, laughing softly. 

“Don’t think I forgot at all, baby. Just wanted to savor you a minute,” Joel grinned. “I love you. God, I love you so fuckin’ much. Ain’t ever gonna stop tellin’ you how much I love you.”

“I still don’t forgive you for everything,” you reminded him. “It’ll take me some time to heal from all of this fully.”

Joel brushed his nose against yours, his lips tugging upward.

“I got all the time in the world, baby. Gonna spend every damn day provin’ myself to you. I’m already on my knees for you. Anythin’ you ask of me, I’ll give it to you.”

Breathless. You were breathless. This was the man you should have spent your life with, the man you should have married. Joel saw his faults, admitted them, and submitted himself to you out of love and dedication. Anger was still to be had, but it could wait. 

“Anything?” You echoed.

He trailed his fingers up your bare legs, his hands teasing their way higher. You mindlessly decided on a dress earlier and thanked yourself for it. A shiver ran over your skin as he pushed the hem of the dress further up, his head bending down to kiss a path over your knee and up your thigh. 

“God, I missed you so damn much, baby,” Joel groaned, his tongue gliding over your pebbled skin.

“Show me how much you missed me.”

Joel lay his head in your lap, his puppy dog eyes staring up at you with a glimmer of desire. You knew that look; you had seen it so many times before in his eyes. Too many memories had taken their place in your mind to ever let you forget the way Joel looked at you when he wanted you. 

“Can I?” He asked, brushing his hand between your thighs.

Your body responded easily to his touch, a familiarity you once knew. The friction of your underwear against your clit was growing uncomfortable as it throbbed at the vibration of his voice. Like a moth to a flame, you were drawn to Joel in more ways than one. You craved to be touched, to be pulled apart and put back together in the ways only he knew. 

Joel tugged your ass down to the edge of the chair, flicking the hem of your dress into your lap. You tried working your fingers over the band of your underwear, but Joel beat you to it with a swiftness that left you dizzy. Well, dizzier than you already were. 

Joel hoisted your calves over his shoulders, settling himself between your thighs. Flashes of memories in this exact position came flooding in; this was familiar. Familiarity beyond compare and something you desperately yearned for. 

“Please,” you whined.

He wasted no time giving in to your plea. Joel licked a thick stripe up your slick entrance, rewarding himself with a soft moan leaving your lips. You unknowingly lied months ago when you said no one had tasted you like this… Joel had. He thrived on giving you pleasure like this, doing this countless times before. He knew your body better than anyone else, and your body cried out for him in ways you could not control. 

He devoured you like he sought to destroy the years of distance that had passed between you. Every flick of his tongue against the apex of your sex, every gravelly moan from his throat—it all revolved around that undeniable truth that you both were meant to be together. That’s how it should have always been. 

“More,” you begged.

Words failed you, yet Joel knew what you needed. His tongue plunged inside of you, curling ever so slightly. The pleasure inside you burned slowly, igniting a warmth through your veins. You throbbed against his mouth, his breath hot on your skin as he latched onto your clit. You arched against him, your hand snaking down to latch onto the hair on his scalp. Joel let out a prideful moan, working his tongue faster against your aching bud. 

“There… right there…” You whimpered.

Joel gave the softest nod as if to say I know, driving you closer to the edge. A hitch of your breath, another flick of his tongue, repeated motions back and forth until your orgasm was crashing against the surface. You cried out, tears springing from your eyes as you succumbed to the climax wracking through your limbs. Joel pulled away, his mouth and mustache glistening from your release. 

Lowering your legs off his shoulders, Joel wordlessly hooked an arm around your waist and hauled you onto the dining table, the wood creaking under the weight. You pawed at his shirt, and Joel obliged your silent request as he yanked it over his head. You lifted yourself on your forearms, drinking in the sight of his bare chest. You glanced up at Joel to catch him smirking, amused by your silence.

“Y’can’t be lookin’ at me like that, baby,” Joel groaned, stepping between your open legs. “Not when I got you spread out and ready for me.”

“I can look at you however I want,” you smiled. 

Joel leaned down to meet your lips, dragging you in for a long kiss. 

“I missed you so fuckin’ much,” he chuckled.

His lips worked their way down your neck, sucking marks into your skin, while his hands worked quickly at the belt around his waist. Hooking one leg around his waist, you drew him closer, your breath hitching as he lined himself up with your entrance. 

Joel drove himself deep inside you in one thrust, the tip of his cock spearing into you. You gasped as his cock filled you with its entirety, your body stretched passed comfortability. You forgot how much you loved feeling him everywhere. With his cock fully seated inside you, Joel leaned forward and pressed his forehead against yours.

“I need to hear y’say it, baby,” he begged. “Please tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, Joel,” you exhaled. “I love you.”

That’s all he needed to hear—a simple admission, a coupling of words that rewrote the story lost between the both of you. You spent months trying to deny your love for him, but there was no way to deny this connection. There was always an invisible string connecting you both, and though the string had frayed and unraveled, this moment snapped it back into place. 

“I love you,” Joel said. “Ain’t ever lettin’ you go.”

He pulled out slowly, only to snap his hips forward and render you speechless. You reached up to hold him against you, your nails digging crescent-shaped marks into his shoulder blades. Thrust after thrust, Joel drilled into you forcefully—brutally. You cried out every time his body slapped against yours, and your vision started to blur around the edges. Your core clenched around him, your thighs slick from your arousal that dripped between your bodies. 

“Takin’ my cock so well, baby,” Joel praised. “Doin’ so good for me.”

“Yes… yes…” You chanted the word between every thrust that he assaulted you with, every caress of his fingers around your waist, another revelation of how perfect you were together. 

“My perfect—fuck—perfect girl,” he gritted out.

Joel locked an arm around your back and lifted you from the table, spinning you both until your back hit the wall across from the table. The impact was enough to knock the air from your lungs and dizzy your mind, but he gave you no opportunity to recover before he was driving upwards into you, the new angle sending sparks of pleasure through your muscles. With one arm braced around your body and a hand pressed against the wall beside your head, Joel ground into you deeper…slower… your body begging for release. He could sense it, too, the way your thighs tightened around his waist and your cheeks dampened with tears.

“Yeah, I can feel it, baby,” Joel crooned. “I know you’re close. Gonna cum for me? Gonna give me what I want?”

“Please,” you cried, nodding vigorously.

Joel crushed his lips against yours, and you sobbed into his open mouth. Your body sized around him as your orgasm tore through you, stronger than the first. His thrusts stalled as your core pulsed through the aftershocks, the room spinning quicker every time another wave of release rocked through your stomach.

“That’s it, baby. That’s my good girl. Give me everythin’. I got you. Keep goin’.”

It was disastrous how obedient your body was to his commands. You entangled yourself in him, your tongue rolling over his tongue to silence his muffled words. Joel wasn’t far behind you, and soon enough, he punched out your name through clenched teeth, spilling himself into you. 

You rested your head back against the wall, his body sagging into yours as you both fought for air. The slow drip of his cum down your inner thigh and the sweat clinging to your brow was the only sensation you could feel as time passed in comfortable silence. 

“I love you, baby,” Joel groaned, his head falling onto your shoulder.

You carded a hand through his hair, leaning your cheek against his sweat-dampened curls. Right there, in Joel’s arms, everything made sense. The anger inside you could dissolve away—at least for a little while—and you could remind yourself that this was what love felt like. To be held. To be seen. To be cherished. 

Faint sounds of sniffling traveled past the rush of blood pumping in your ears, and you tugged at his curls to pull his head off your shoulder. Joel looked up at you through blurry eyes, his thick lashes coated in fresh tears. 

“It’s okay,” you hushed. 

“It’s not, though,” he argued. “I shoulda came back sooner. I shouldn’t have waited. There’s so much time we can’t get back, baby. S’all my fault.”

“We’ve got time,” you said softly. “I don’t want to be anywhere but here with you, Joel.”

“Promise?” He asked. 

“I promise.”

The evening grew late, and both you and Joel had settled into bed. It surprised you when you cried at seeing his room again, realizing nothing about it had changed. The fan was still humming softly in the corner as it always had, the soft breeze floating over the bedsheets as you climbed under the covers. Miscellaneous items were scattered on his dresser, and worn clothes littered the floor beside his hamper. Joel mumbled a slew of apologies at the sight of the mess, but it only made you cry harder. You didn’t care if it was messy. You only cared that you were finally home. Even without the memories resurfacing, your house never felt this way. It had never been a home because Joel wasn’t there to make it a home.

“How’re y’feelin’, baby?” Joel asked, his hand drawing circles into your back as you leaned against his naked body. 

“Like I could spend the rest of the night throwing up,” you said, half-jokingly. 

Your headache was splintering into a full-blown migraine, and your body had yet to recover from the fall earlier in the day. You had no regrets about being fucked against the wall, but it definitely proved to have done some damage to your fragile state.

“If I had known y’needed a good hit to the head to get all these memories back, I woulda tripped you myself,” Joel teased.

You attempted to laugh, only to have the nausea rising in your throat silence your efforts. 

“Don’t make me laugh right now,” you groaned, curling yourself tighter around his body.

“S’only kiddin’, baby. I’m just way too damn happy to have you in my arms again. I spent the last few months tryna figure out how I’d go on livin’ without you.”

“It wasn’t easy for me either,” you sighed. “I hardly recognize myself most days.”

“I won’t lie, seein’ you at parent-teacher conferences nearly broke me,” Joel admitted. 

“It broke me, too.”

Silence slipped over you, and the fan turned into the only noise inside the bedroom. Joel’s chest rose and fell softly under your head, his heart pounding echoing through your ear as you pressed yourself further into his embrace. 

“I’m sorry,” he finally spoke. “I wish I had a better word to describe how sorry I am. It wasn’t right of me to lie to you, and I shouldn’t have ever let your family make that decision.”

“I haven’t talked to them in months,” you muttered. “I don’t know how to forgive them for what they did.”

“Y’don’t need to forgive them until you’re ready. I just hope y’know they love you, baby.”

“I do know they love me, and that’s why it’s so hard. How can they love me yet still hurt me so much?”

Joel pressed a soft kiss against the crown of your head, his fingers squeezing around your shoulder.

“I don’t want to be angry anymore,” you said, your voice cracking. “But I don’t know how to feel anything but anger towards them. Especially toward Beth. The things she’s said to me in the past…How do I forgive her?”

“I ain’t gonna take sides,” he cautioned. “But I think the accident affected her the hardest. She was so angry at your family's plan, and I think she took out a lot of that anger on you when y’didn’t deserve it.”

“It’s not fair,” you cried. “It’s not fair that she gets to be angry when she wasn’t the one that lost everything.”

“You were her everythin’, baby,” Joel whispered. “She lost you.”

“You’re taking her side,” you grumbled.

“I’m just tryna show you the other side of things,” Joel offered. 

“I know you are.”

Joel sunk further into the pillows, dragging you down beside him. You nestled into his arms, your limbs twisting around him like they had a hundred times before. It’s odd what your body remembers, but your brain forgets; it is a simple gesture of an embrace that can never be entirely forgotten. You understood why things always felt so right when you met him again last year; your soul knew he was the missing piece that had been lost. 

Joel spoke your name softly, the syllables more beautiful than ever when they rolled through his accent. You hummed in response, gazing up at him through tired eyes.

“I woulda waited an eternity for you, baby,” he confessed. “I woulda gone to my grave waitin’ to have you back in my arms like this again.”

You blinked away the tears welling in your eyes, failing miserably to hide the quiver of your lips. Joel didn’t wait for your response, nor could you verbalize anything to match the poetry of his words. You only nodded and said, " I love you, " before your eyes drifted shut. Home. You were home.

Joel was softly snoring when you woke up. In the quiet light of the morning, you took the time to admire every softened feature of his face. The worried creases between his brows had smoothed overnight, yet you still found yourself brushing a finger over the spot they usually were. Brushing your hand down his face, you traced the outline of his lips, slightly parted and pouty, the soft kiss more kissable now than ever. Kissing him could wait; you wanted to savor this moment. 

You drew a path down his neck and chest, the spattering of hair across his torso tickling your fingertips. Joel stirred above you, his head rolling to the other side of the pillow. His eyes never opened, though, and you took the opportunity to crawl under the sheets. 

Joel’s cock lay heavy against his lower abdomen, precum leaking onto the soft skin of his stomach. You ran your hands over his hips, settling yourself lower until you were comfortable between his legs. His cock twitched as you wrapped a hand around his length, stroking him slowly and deliberately. Leaning your head down, you kissed up the shaft of his cock, dragging your tongue up the length and around the head. Joel’s body tensed up, yet he still didn’t wake. You took him into your mouth, the salty taste and musky scent overwhelming your senses. You hadn’t pleasured him like this in so long, and you had forgotten how much you loved it. 

Taking him deeper, you flattened your tongue, teasing the base of his cock with the tip of your tongue. You faintly heard a moan slip from Joel’s mouth, his cock twitching against your tongue. 

“Baby?” He groaned.

You hummed softly, pulling him from your mouth. With your saliva coating the entirety of his cock, you pumped him quicker, feeling his body seize up under your touch. 

“Fuck,” he grunted, bucking his hips upward. 

You rewarded him with another swirl of your tongue over the head of his cock, your mouth and hand working in tandem. He was close; you could feel it. 

“Just like that, baby. Forgot—fuck—forgot how good your mouth feels.”

You took him deeper, the tip of his cock tapping against the back of your throat. You sputtered around him, drool rolling down the corners of your mouth, yet you didn’t stop. Hollowing your cheeks, you heard Joel choke out a gasp. The warmth of his release flooded your mouth, coating the back of your throat and tongue. You drank down every drop, pulling off of him with a soft pop.

“Jesus Christ,” he sighed, slumping into the pillows. “Get your ass up here, baby.”

You crawled over his body, your legs straddling his waist. Joel grinned up at you, his tired eyes still barely open as he drank in your naked body. 

“C’mere,” he yawned, reaching up to grab the back of your neck.

His soft lips met yours, and you molded your body to him, letting him guide your mouth however he pleased. There was still a pang of anger tucked into the darkest corner of your heart, but you knew with time, it might fade away, and all you wanted was to bask in Joel’s love as long as possible. Things would take time, but you were willing to work on it. 

“I missed wakin’ up to you,” Joel muttered, his lips working down your jaw.

You could feel him growing hard against your core as you ground your hips down on him. It was impossible to hide the fact you were slick with arousal between your thighs, your body terribly responsive to every touch he placed on your body.

“You’re drenchin’ me, baby,” he groaned. “Need to feel your pussy now.”

“I’m all yours.”

“Damn fuckin’ right you are.”

You lifted your hips, notching his cock at your entrance. Inch by inch, you sunk onto him, both of you exhaling a shaky moan as he stretched you open. Leaning forward, you laced your fingers through Joel’s, holding him firm in your grasp. All you ached for was the tenderness he could provide, the slow synchronicity that flowed through his body and into yours. 

A gentle rub of his thumb over the back of your hand, the slow rise and fall of your hips against his cock… it was the lazy movements that spoke louder than words. It was the recognition that you were his just as he was yours. Soft moans fell off your lips as Joel guided you against his cock, little reassuring grunts leaving his mouth with each roll of your body.

“S’fuckin’ beautiful, baby,” Joel exhaled.

The sun seeping through the blinds lit the amber flecks around his pupils, the morning light painting his naked body golden. The veins beneath his thick neck strained as he lifted his head to watch you, his lips parted in awe as you sucked him further inside your slicken sex. 

“Touch yourself, baby,” he demanded. “Let me feel you fall apart around me.”

Your fingers slipped away from his hand, brushing down his flexed stomach as you made a path to your throbbing clit. The feather-like touch immediately sparked pleasure through your core. You clenched around his cock, whimpering with each circle of your fingertips. 

“I feel it, baby. I know you’re close.”

“Mhmm,” you whined.

Joel raised his body to press into your chest, one hand cradling your heavy breast, the other kneading the flesh of your ass. With his weight against your body, your hand pressed harder against your clit, the arousal pooling between where your bodies connect. 

Your head fell onto his shoulder, teeth sinking into his sweat-covered skin. Joel groaned at the sensation, only grounding you down harder onto his cock. You needed every atom of your being injected with Joel; every one of your senses evaded with his taste, touch, and scent. 

“Joel,” you mumbled, nestling your face into the crook of his neck. “I’m so close… so close.”

“I got you, baby. Gonna fall apart right here with you.”

He barely finished speaking by the time your orgasm ignited in your stomach, your body shuddering within his embrace. Joel spoke your name in broken syllables, his release pouring into you only moments later. 

Neither of you broke apart once your spasms subsided. Joel tangled a hand into the hair resting at the nape of your neck, urging your lips to his. Slotting your mouth over his, you slipped your tongue over his bottom lip, a starved search for a deeper connection. Joel fulfilled your need, devouring the soft sounds you exhaled.

Slowly—reluctantly—you tore from his lips, gasping for air to fill your lungs. Joel’s swollen lips formed into a crooked smile, his brown eyes softening the longer he gazed at you. Somewhere inside your chest, you felt that pain reawaken, a haunting reminder that you could have had this all along. Had the lies never been told… Joel would have always been yours. 

How did he survive the years of pain? How did he allow himself to let you go, knowing you’d never be satisfied with another?

A tear slipped down your cheek, and you turned your head to hide the emotions cresting over your face. Nothing went unnoticed with Joel, and he gently pinched your chin to bring your eyes back to his. With furrowed brows, Joel studied your features, the realization striking home for him, too.

“I know you’re scared, baby,” he whispered. “And I know there’s a lot I gotta fix between us, but I swear to you that I ain’t ever gonna leave again. I made that mistake once, and I’ll never do it again.”

“I want to trust you, Joel. I’m trying. But I don’t know how to forget what you’ve done… what everyone has done. There’s so much pain inside me. It’s unbearable.” 

Joel cradled your face in his hands, leveling you with a gaze you couldn’t discern. So many emotions swirled within his eyes, an endless expanse of grief that weighed him down. 

“Give me your pain. Give me all your anger and everything inside you, and I swear I’ll keep you safe. Y’ain’t ever gonna be alone again. Not while I’m still breathin’, baby. It’s you and me. Forever.”

“Forever,” you echoed. 

“Yes, forever. I don’t want another moment of my life without you in it. I can’t lose you again.”

“I can’t lose you, either,” you cried. “I never wanted to lose you in the first place, so please don’t leave.”

Joel’s eyes clouded with tears, and he shook his head. 

“I love you too much ever to leave you,” he said, his voice cracking. “I’m keepin’ you so long as y’let me.”

Eventually, you both made it out of the bed. Joel grumbled at your wishes to leave, keeping you in his arms and peppering your skin with kisses. It wasn’t long before your dizziness set back in, and you were demanding water and painkillers. 

As Joel poured you a glass of water, you found yourself swaying against the cold tile floors of the kitchen, the corners of your vision blurring. Your nails scratched at the kitchen countertop as you tried to suppress the lightheaded feeling creeping in. You just needed to sit…that’s all you needed. 

You called out Joel’s name the moment your knees buckled beneath you. His body moved in a foggy haze as you tried to keep consciousness, yet you were being pulled beneath the surface of your headache. Strong hands tucked themselves under your armpits, and Joel lowered you to the ground. 

“Baby?” His voice was frantic—strained. 

You mumbled a few incoherent words as your body sagged into his arms. Christ, your head ached. You hadn’t experienced a fainting spell since the accident, and you forgot how terrifying it was. 

Joel choked out your name, his hand snaking around your jaw to wag your head back and forth. You could see his silhouette over you, the shadow molding into the spots within your field of vision, but nothing else registered. Slipping. Drowning. You weren’t strong enough to fight it. Fear set your nerves alight; what if you lost it all again? What if everything melted away into the darkness consuming you? You clawed tooth and nail as your body plunged deeper into unconsciousness. 

It was no use. 

**

Joel paced the hallway outside your hospital room like a madman. The moment you went limp in his arms, he knew something was wrong. He should have taken your injury more seriously and urged you to the hospital yesterday. But he had you in his arms again, and the world would have had to fall apart before he even considered letting you go. Every admission from your lips weighed down on Joel’s shoulders, another swell of guilt growing inside him. He anticipated your anger, your grief, your heartbreak; he willingly listened without argument. His own struggles were nothing compared to what you endured, and he’d be damned if you ever felt those emotions again. Chewing at his nails, Joel glanced back at the open blinds of your hospital room. The doctors assured him you’d be okay; it was only a concussion, and there’d be no complications. That wasn’t enough for him. He needed to be absolutely sure you’d recover. 

The door cracked open, and Joel rushed toward the neurologist leaving your room. 

“How is she, doc?” Joel asked. “She’s gonna be okay, right?”

The neurologist, Dr. Oliver, nodded with a soft smile. The smile alone settled the rapid heartbeat banging against Joel's ribcage. 

“Miss Smith is going to be just fine,” Dr. Oliver reassured. “There’s going to be a long road to recovery, but I don’t see any long-term effects. I suggest you bring her in for check-ins with me every few months just to monitor her progress.”

“Yeah. Yeah, of course,” Joel nodded. 

“What I need you to do, Mr. Miller, is to help her. She may be a bit forgetful occasionally, so leaving lists around the house or notes will help keep her on track. You do live together, I assume?”

Joel rubbed the back of his neck, a nervous tick he had yet to learn how to shake. 

“We don’t, but if y’recommend it…”

“I recommend it, but only because she’ll need someone looking over for her. At least, until she regains enough cognitive strength to keep her memory at full capacity,” Dr. Oliver explained. 

“I can do that, Doc. All I want is for her to be okay.”

Dr. Oliver clapped a hand on Joel’s shoulder, his lips curving into a grin. Joel could finally breathe; you’d be okay. 

“You’re a good man, Mr. Miller. She’s lucky to have you here to care for her.”

“Thank you, Doc.”

“Give her some time to rest, and she’ll be clear to go home tomorrow.”

Dr. Oliver said his goodbyes to Joel and bounded down the hallway to other patients. Joel glanced at the open door, your sleeping frame tucked into the bed among the cords and beeping monitors. He entered quietly, his footsteps soft against the floor so he wouldn’t wake you. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Joel took your hand in his, cautious to avoid the IV tube taped onto your skin. Smoothing lines over the inside of your wrist, Joel watched you with weary eyes. 

“I love you, baby. I’m gonna be right here when y’wake up,” he vowed. “Like it always shoulda been.”

Leaning over your body, Joel pressed his lips against your forehead, inhaling your sweet scent as he pulled away. 

You’d be okay, and you’d forever be his. 

**

The harsh light above you reflected behind your eyelids. You groaned as you stirred awake, your eyes squinting to adjust to the layers of white surrounding you. Curling your fingers into the scratchy blanket, you found a familiar body sagged into a chair beside the bed. Joel slept peacefully, yet the worry lines creased between his brows. Extending your hand over the edge of the bed, you brushed your palm over his knee. 

“Joel,” you whispered. 

His body jolted upright as he scrubbed a hand down his face. Big, brown puppy dog eyes met yours, the concern in his face dissolving away once his eyes settled on yours. He made no effort to contain the smile breaking across his face. 

“Hey, handsome,” you croaked. 

“Baby,” Joel sighed, crouching beside the bed. “How’re y’feelin’?”

“A little fatigued, but I think I’ll live.”

“You better,” he chuckled. 

With your arms outstretched, you ushered Joel into an embrace. Joel’s lips crashed against yours the second he wrapped his arms around you, his touch soft and cautious. Beautiful melancholy emotions wracked your body; this was the moment you ached for from the start. To be held in your vulnerability, to be cherished, to be loved. Joel didn’t leave. He’d always be here, now. 

“There’s someone here to see you, baby,” Joel muttered against your mouth. 

You pulled away, confusion scrunching your eyebrows together. God, don’t let it be your family. 

“I know that look. Don’t worry, baby, I’ll be right back. I promise you’ll be happy,” Joel reassured. 

Joel disappeared from the room, and you sat up, settling back into the pillows. You glanced at the monitor beeping beside your bed, the steady line of your heart rate cruising along the screen. Footsteps sounded outside your room, and your eyes flicked back toward the door, a small silhouette hiding behind Joel’s large frame. 

Sarah. 

Her bright eyes looked between you and Joel, her stare quizzical–skeptic. You gave her a small wave, ushering her into the room. 

“Hi, Sarah,” you faltered. The tears were already forming on your waterline. 

“Hi, Miss Smith,” she said wearily. 

You patted the bed, scooting over to make room for her. Her steps were slow as she neared the bedside, her eyes glancing back at Joel. He gave her an encouraging nod, a knowing grin on his lips. 

“You don’t have to call me that,” you laughed softly. 

Sarah settled onto the bed, her tennis shoes swinging over the floor as she fidgeted with her curls. Joel leaned against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest and a smile glued to his face. 

“But you’re my teacher,” she muttered. 

You tucked a loose strand behind her ear, the same hair you had braided and brushed years ago. She wasn’t yours, not by birth. But she was yours just as much as Joel was; she was your home. They weren’t just photos captured in time; they were real. They were real, and they were yours. 

“Do you remember when I used to read you bedtime stories?” You wondered aloud. “You would always ask for the same one over and over.”

There it was. The light sparkled in the gold flecks of Sarah’s eyes, the same gold that sat deep within Joel’s. 

“You and Dad would read The Kissing Hand every night,” she nodded. 

“I know you’re a lot older now, but do you remember what we would do before you fell asleep?”

You reached for Sarah’s hand, lifting it to your lips. With a soft kiss on her palm, you guided her hand to her cheek. Sarah’s eyes filled with tears as she leaned into your touch, the simple caress of your hand against her face enough to bring you both to the brink of crying. 

“I missed you, kiddo,” you cried softly. 

Sarah threw her arms around your neck, muffling her sobs into your hospital gown as you squeezed your arms tighter around her body. You missed so many milestones and moments of her life because of the accident, so many memories that were never made. Every family meal, every soccer game…you lost them all. 

You lifted your eyes, catching the moment Joel swiped away a tear from his cheek. Beckoning him over with a quick motion of your hand, he crossed the room in two quick strides and wrapped his large arms around you and Sarah. You rested your chin on Sarah’s shoulder, hugging her closer. Joel kissed the crown of Sarah’s head, then placed one on your forehead. 

“Wait,” Sarah blurted out, forcing you all to break apart. 

“What is it, sweetheart?” Joel asked, craning his head to look at her. 

“Does that mean you’re coming back home?” She asked. 

You looked at Joel for guidance, trying to find the answers within his gentle gaze. He waited in silence, giving you room to decide. There wasn’t a shadow of a doubt about your answer, not when you had everything you needed right here. 

“Only if you promise never to make pancakes again,” you smiled, pinching her cheek. 

She buried herself into your arms again, her head resting against your heart. You looked up at Joel, your mouth forming three little words. 

I love you. 

~ Two weeks later ~

Joel refused any help as he unloaded the last of your boxes from the back of his truck. When you got home from the hospital, you patched up the holes in the wall—with Joel’s help, of course—and got the house ready to sell. It barely lasted a week on the market before the offers came in, making it easy to start packing. That house was filled with memories you didn’t want to remember, memories that you no longer wanted to revisit. It wasn’t home to you anymore. 

You and Sarah sat on the front porch, popsicles in hand, watching as he huffed an exasperated breath once the box hit the steps. Joel straightened out, running sweaty hands down the sides of his jeans, glancing back at the empty truck bed. 

“Well, I think that’s the last of it,” Joel sighed. “Y’sure we ain’t miss anythin’?”

“I think I’ve got all I need right here,” you grinned, nudging Sarah with your shoulder. 

Joel plopped beside you on the porch, leaning over to lick up the sticky residue of the popsicle that had fallen down your arm. You gave him a warning look, shifting your eyes toward Sarah as if to say: Behave. He only shrugged, sticking out his tongue again to tickle your skin. 

“You hungry?” He asked, quirking a brow. 

“Starving!” Sarah declared, rising to her feet. 

You laughed, knowing Joel wasn’t asking her. Nonetheless, you and Joel followed her into the house hand in hand. Over the last couple of weeks, he had decorated the house in countless sticky notes: ones in the bathroom, the bedroom, the kitchen. Each said something important. The one in the bathroom was stuck on the medicine cabinet, reminding you which toothbrush was yours—the purple one. Joel stuck one by the front door with Sarah’s soccer schedule—snack duty included. There were a few scattered around the kitchen: one telling you where to find the coffee mugs, another one with a list of groceries to buy over the weekend. Three photos hung beside the list, sitting in perfect harmony as they always should have been.  But your favorite was stuck to the cover of Romeo and Juliet, Joel’s messy handwriting scribbled across the yellow paper. It was only a few words but the only reminder you needed. 

Welcome home, baby. 

I love you.

[luesmainblog]

I just came to say I love House so much I watched the entire show last year and the ending was 🤌🏻 (chef's kiss) SO GOOD!! 🥰 The long running plot between characters (specifically House & Wilson) is phenomenal, at the end I was like 😮 awestruck because you realize how much everything kind of ties together??? Anyway I really enjoyed it!!

sounds like a glowing review from a trusted tumblrite! i shall give it some serious thought :) it seems like the sort of show that would be fun to watch with my parents (we always watch an episode of something at dinner), so maybe i'll grab a dvd of season 1 and see how it goes!

[poptartmochi]

i have been struck by shrimp emotions yet again

[jamespotterwhoare]

can you write something about robin calling reader mommy?

This is just *chefs kiss* 🤌🏻💋 ofc I will write this I just needed to brainstorm a good plot.

Overheard - [NSFW 18+]

Robin Buckley x Reader

warnings: mommy kink, not much smut just a little spicy, possibly a part 2 coming soon?

[3rd Person POV]

As usual, Robin and Steve were at work in deep conversation about Steve’s love life discussing his girl of the week Heidi. “She wanted you to call her what?!” She asked surprised. “I know it took me off guard too.” He laughed. “Well did you call her that?” Robin asked. Not wanting to answer the question he switches to “Well would you call Y/N mommy?” He raised an eyebrow and her jaw dropped. “I- why- what does this have to do with me and Y/N?” Robin says all flustered. “That’s not an answer.” He smirked. “Stop being a perv Steve.” She shoos him off. “Hey it’s just a question.” He raises his hands up in defense. “A question I’m not answering!” She says loudly as she walks away to help the customer that came in a few minutes ago. To her surprise it was Y/N. Silently praying that she did not hear the conversation her and Steve just had, she approaches her. “Are we still hanging out tonight?” Y/N asks with a smile. “Of- of course we are!” She said with enthusiasm. “Perfect I’ll see you tonight.” Y/N says after buying the movie her and Robin will most likely watch tonight and then heading out.

[2nd Person POV]

After Robins shift she knocks on your front door. You walk over to the door and open it greeting her with a warm smile. “Hey love.” You kissed her cheek which made her smile like an idiot. “Hey, I brought snacks!” She held up some chips and candies. “You know me so well.” You grinned taking the sweets from her. Going to the couch and watching the movie, Robin realizes you staring at her for a minute. Returning your gaze she smiled “what?” She asked curiously. “Nothing you just look so pretty.” You wrap an arm around her waist pulling her closer to you. “I- uh- thanks but look at you.” She blushes and her eyes scan over your face almost like she was studying it. You leaned closer to her and connected your lips. She immediately kissed you back until one thing lead to another and she was now straddling your hips sitting in your lap. Your hands travelled under her shirt first going to her stomach then slowly further north. You pull apart from her lips to go down to her neck. She moans as you kissed the sweet spot behind her ear. Slowly sliding your lips up to her ear you whisper “I overheard what you guys said earlier and I’d like to know the answer myself.” You smirked as you leaned back to look at her face. She began to stutter and her blush got even brighter across her face. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Robin said hoping to avoid the conversation. Your fingers gently wrap around her neck and pull her face to face. “Oh you don’t? So you weren’t flustered at the thought of calling me mommy?” You studied her face for a reaction. “Shit- I I- uh…” Robin was at a loss for words. Her brain basically just cut off. She was so embarrassed yet turned on at the same time the only words that could come out were basically stutters. “Say it.” You grinned as your hands dragged down her body and into her pants. “M-Mommy please.” She basically moaned as she felt your hand where she needed it most. “See was that so hard?” You asked and her blush never faded. “Mommy’s gonna have some fun with you tonight.” You smirked.

I hope this was kind of what you wanted? Bare with me I can always make a part 2 if you want something more spicy but this is how I see it going down.

[talesfrom-theupsidedown]

When I’m writing or have aspirations to write (😅) I need music. Not just anything and not even a whole playlist, I need a single song usually.

It’s often the sole inspiration of the whole storyline, like I listened to the song “Sleep On the Floor” by The Lumineers literally hundreds of times when I was writing one of my 50k, 16 chapter Bucky fics. 😮‍💨 It’s a miracle, but I still like that song.

Anyway, I was listening to music while cooking last night and one song came on and…whoa. It’s not the story in the song inspiring the plot this time but the vibe…holy shit.

So, yeah, I’m still working on this Billy x Gender Neutral!reader fic.

And with music it will hopefully speed things along. 😏

Here’s the song btw.

If you’ve seen the show “Normal People” this song is featured and the vibes??? Immaculate. 😮‍💨🤌🏻

[wildernessuntothemselves]

i feel so BETRAYED obv you didnt promise me anything…

BUT CMON PREGNANCY??? YALL DIDNT SEE THAT GIRL ON TIK TOK WITH HER 200+ REASONS TO NOT BE PREGNANT. SERIOUSLY.

(/j) BUT IM STILL VERY MUCH ANTI PREGNANCY

i also forgot i was alive for a hot min but I’m back and have things to say🤌🏻

sooo everyone wished for soft non-con and i get your point but 👀 nobody know the chemistry rough non-con can have … not in a romantic way but in the we get to know how FAR a character will go and how fucked up they truly are to hurt their love

maybe im trippin 🤥 but i was team rough non-con for this ch. although if the others want soft i cannot blame them

ill freak out reading it either way 💅🏻 #choppingoffgyusdick

and lord soobin??? okayyyyyy

us dressing like a whore??? GIRL- FUCKIN -BOSSING

and everyone talking abt loser lover ending???

i read that fic a bit ago and it fucking BROKE me, i think i read the whole thing abt 3 times (not within a week or anything) i just came back to it and it broke me EVERY time

i was sobbing the first time and staring blankly at my wall the second time… tryna process everything. like the things they did to each other and especially that last ch. where reader fucks gyu and streams it literally killed me

i was so disappointed in their behavior and so emotionally invested srsly it broke my heart when you described beomgyu curling into himself… or the way he didnt want any of it but did it still for reader all the comments of the viewers… like it was written so well it truly hurt me😭🤌🏻 AND I READ IT AGAIN???? LIKE DO I HATE MYSELF WHY???

or the fact reader has to leave soobin, or the time soobin noticed reader being more invested in gyu than in him :(((( it made me want to give soobin ALL THE ATTENTION he deserved

or that one time where reader was like saying how gyu is only her toy and should act like it and instead of being a brat gyu just allowed it like he was actually broken and did everything for her to keep him… or the way she described him like a dog or her pet on stream

GOD THE EMOTIONS, I READ IT A WHILE AGO BUT ITS STILL AAAAA IT STILL KILLS ME TO THINK ABT IT

ill probably be just as sad abt yamqn but your writing is hella good and idk being invested in the story and feeling the characters feelings is kinda the goal isnt it

im excited where we are going to go with yamqn but im also a bit scared ill cry my eyes out again😭😭😭🤌🏻

- ❄️

listen i'm the biggest pregnancy anti out there and i live in an arab country where marrying and having a child is considered an absolute must in life but i've already managed to beat down my parents into giving up on me ever having a child so i get it lmao but again if the pregnancy is important to the plot of a story i'm writing then that's what i'm gonna do lmao

offf i keep going back and forth on the noncon thing even after most everyone said they want it soft because i feel like there is a lot of emotion involved in that scene and gyu is hella stressed and upset and he might not have the capacity to be soft in that instance but at the same time he doesn't want to hurt her and he is in a sick way happy to have her ahhh it's so complicated

the way you're describing lover loser makes ME wanna read it again lmao i'm just addicted to broken gyu

and the ending for this fic will probably be just as heartwrenching as the lover lover ending 😭 but we love pain here

[thearchdemongreatlydisapproves]

From the playthroughs I've seen of Andromeda I think that this is a somewhat of a common problem: you've got all of these really interesting characters who have like 1-2 cutscenes and then they're forgotten about. I wanna play it so I can truly form an opinion but so far I feel like Andromeda is a good game that could've been great. But it definitely is gorgeous, unfortunately I can only play newer games on my sister's pc when she has the space for them 😔

OK fair warning, there's a long rant under the readmore since I've also gathered some salt on the matter and I am sorry zjdkkd 👀

Yeah, AC3 is the surprising favourite for me. I didn't particularly care about the historical setting and the general opinion seemed to be that it's the black sheep of the franchise. But I wanted to see the conclusion of Desmond's arc so I started playing it and just completely fell in love.

It's definitely not a perfect game, but it has so much charm! Connor is one of the most underrated protagonists in any franchise (Hanar got to have a front view seat of me going from "Why is everyone complaining, he's not that bad" to "Bby boy, he deserved so much better and I will kill on this hill for him"). The modern storyline had its problems, especially with how anticlimactic the ending wad, but it still hit hard and knew where it was going with it unlike other games in the franchise. The Homestead missions are a highlight and I'm pretty sure people who say Connor is bland and boring probably skipped those completely (and also ignored the subtle character arc he went through in the main quest). All of the side characters are interesting and fleshed out, but Achilles, Haytham and Kaniehtí:io (for the brief time she's in the game she carries so much presence) have got to be some of the best. The way all three of them have shaped Connor as the person he is at the end of the game is really fascinating and I don't see nearly enough discussion about it (and I'm forever bitter they cut off his monologue at the end if the game, it's just so him 🤌🏻)

I also think making Connor half-Mohawk and exploring the events of the Civil war through his point of view was an interesting and surprisingly progressive decision, and it brought a unique and sobering perspective. I do think they could've spent more time exploring his heritage and the relationship with his people, but by all accounts a lot of research went into presenting the Kanien'kehà:ka as accurate and respectfully as possible.

I can honestly keep talking for hours but I don't wanna annoy you 😅

I just hate the wasted potential of the games that came after because I genuinely like the main stories up until Odyssey (sorry I'm a hater, Origins is good but everything after is not an AC game for me 😔). It's stupid that they messed up the lore so much and didn't take advantage of showing how modern assassins operate (à la the ac3 modern missions).

OK so, this might be an unpopular opinion but I love Unity. I think this is a game that had so much potential and could've changed the direction the franchise went into had it not been for greedy executives trying to force the game out before it was ready. It could've been one of the best if it had at least one more year of development.

To some degree I love it as the game it could've been with characters that got fleshed out more and a story that made sense rather than what the game actually is like.

One thing that needed a complete makeover from the ground up was the modern plot line. I understand the idea they were going for, but by god did I hate the helix rifts. They're so cool as a concept but were so badly implemented into the story, always interrupting the big emotional climaxes and not letting them sink in organically. I still wake up sweating at night and hearing Bishop's voice say "I play a lot of games multiplayer, I don't know about". It's seared into my brain alongside the question of who let this line get through to the game??? And the cherry on top is realising that the whole time the modern assassins are looking for the sage's body Arno had already pulled a uno reverse card on the Templars and scattered Germain's remains around the Catacombs.... so what was the whole point of this entire storyline then?? Contrast this with any of Desmond's storylines and it looks like a joke. It's just a perfect representation of how little the devs knew what to do with the Juno storyline smh.

Anyways, I'm so sorry again for this rant k bye sjkssk 👀

@thearchdemongreatlydisapproves

Meanwhile started with it cause i like doing shit backwards, lmao. But yeah, totally understand the struggle with pc. Mine only runs it with graphics turned down pretty significantly, which is a shame really. The landscapes in this game are quite stunning, even with low quality graphics.

Fair warning tho, the girly here is a pretty minor character either way, so there isn't all that much stuff to know, tbh

Yesssss. I mean, like, the 3rd AC is probably my personal fave in the series, really, and I miss my boys so much. And I miss having a good modern storyline. Or any modern storyline, really. Like, I played all games after AC3 up to syndicate and like... modern stuff is either extremely boring or downright non existent and that's such a shame. If they've taken my boy Desmond from us, they could have at least introduced another strong modern protagonist but noooo, who needs that. ( I've got years worth of salt about this and no friends invested in any AC games that came out before Odyssey, can't you tell)