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tsuki-xoxo · 5 months ago

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏: 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐔.𝐀.

⚘. playlist: Monster by Paramore

"Her hands were stained with blood no matter how hard she scrubbed, it would never be clean. She knew that. Sora knew that. Hell, the entire country knew that. She was a criminal by birth. A ticking time bomb. An animal."

cw | bullying and discrimination, Minori's past traumas getting the absolute best of her, projection | 2.3k

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Minori's fingers brushed over her wrist. A shiver rippled through her as the purple welt deepened over her brown skin like a birthmark. While everyone else at U.A. wore the standard uniform, Minori was cursed to bear her very own villainous symbol for as long as deemed necessary.

Despite Nezu’s willingness to give her a chance, the rest of the world was not as forgiving. Outside Thanatos, she was permitted to roam only with this brand on her arm. It was a mark from Sora's Quirk, Prismatic Touch. It was to stop her instantly if needed by sending paralyzing waves through her nerves. After all, she is a criminal, right?

Minori’s grey eyes flickered to Nezu. His expression remained neutral as his gaze followed her fingers. “If it were up to me, I would not have imposed this on you,” he sighed and rubbed his snout. “However, the Hero Commission has its own views, and the rest of the world follows their lead. They believe you will turn out just like your mother.”

Minori bit her lip. It was difficult to keep her expression stoic as her heart sank into her chest. So, that’s what they see: an animal to be branded—a ticking time bomb. She glanced at Sora beside her; her deep-blue eyes softened in an attempt to offer a comforting smile. “You know,” Sora said gently and gestured to her own violet-hued skin. “People say purple is a very fashionable color.” Minori scowled and pulled the sleeve of her uniform down to cover the grotesque mark.

Minori didn’t blame Nezu or Sora for the mark. She couldn't, not after all they've done for her, but fuck if it didn't feel like the world was waiting for her to fail. She clenched her fists. The swirl of emotions within her threatening to spill over in a tumultuous wave. Swallowing the bitterness rising in her throat, she focused on Nezu's words. “Without this mark,” she nodded to herself, “I won’t be able to study here, at U.A.”

“Correct.”

“I won’t be able to become a hero.”

Nezu clasped his paws together on his desk. “That’s right.”

“Okay,” Minori replied, her voice steady despite the storm raging inside. “I understand.” Sora moved closer and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

“I know that this may be hard for you, and it's certainly not the ideal way to start off the semester, but the Hero Public Safety Commission won't budge,” Sora said and rubbed her shoulder. “You have a chance here at U.A. to show the world who you truly are. You can do it and I'll be there to help you the whole way.”

Minori blew a curly bang from her face and nodded.

“Alright,” Nezu leaned back in his chair and gestured towards the door. A slight smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, his whiskers twitching. “Shall we head to class?”

“Yeah,” Minori grumbled, “let’s get this over with.”

U.A. is the world's leading academy in teaching prospective heroes how to control their Quirks. Its students and faculty are the best in their fields, and its graduates are often employed by the highest-ranking hero agencies. The school's reputation and influence have grown to such an extent that U.A. is commonly referred to as the "School of Heroes." Now, Minori has a chance to be part of it.

Nezu accompanied them to her new class. No one had expected to take too much, but here they were, walking to her first day of class, already five minutes late. Minori glared at her feet as they walked. It was one thing to be accepted into U.A. a week after the semester began, but a whole other story to arrive late, branded as the daughter of a villain—the girl who was destined to become the same.

“That’s not a good look for a hero,” Sora chided lightly.

“I don’t need you escorting me. I’m not going to hurt anyone,” she grumbled, a bitter undertone in her voice. Minori had never been good at expressing how she felt. What’s the point if she was going to be dismissed or punished? Even Sora, who has been the only light her last six years at Thanatos, struggled to break down her walls. It was better that way—easier. Her hands were stained with blood no matter how hard she scrubbed, it would never be clean. She knew that. Sora knew that. Hell, the entire country knew that. She was a criminal by birth. A ticking time bomb. An animal.

“I know you’re not, Minori,” Sora sighed.

The rest of the walk was quiet between the trio. They finally came to a halt in front of a door with the label “Class 1-A” written in bold red paint across it. She stared at the door, hearing the murmurs of students. She swore she heard someone say: “looks like I’ll have fun crushing you.” Her heart thudded against her ribcage.

“We’re here,” Nezu announced. “Are you ready?”

Minori took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She could do this. “I promise I won’t kill anyone—at least not today,” she added, her tone sarcastic in an attempt to mask the butterflies crashing against her ribcage.

“Alright,” Nezu grinned, already taking a step back as if he anticipated this, “Good luck, and welcome to U.A.”

Sora gave Minori’s shoulder one final reassuring squeeze before they entered. Minori balled her hands in her pockets and kept her head down, refusing to look at anyone. The voices inside the room stopped. She stood in front of the homeroom teacher’s desk, but found no one there. She furrowed her brows and glanced at the clock on the wall: 8:25 AM. They were late, but where was the teacher?

She felt the weight of all eyes on her, scrutinizing her every move. She was like a cell trapped under a microscope. The longer she stood there without introducing herself, the more the class began to murmur.

“Who is that?”

“Do we have a new teacher or something?”

“I thought everyone had arrived already.”

“Why is she so late?”

“She looks scary.”

Minori grimaced at the last statement. Who the hell were they to be talking about her, to be judging her every move?

“Who the hell is this extra?” a boy snarled, lounged in his seat with his feet kicked up on the desk.

The tense silence grew until a tall, stiff student reprimanded the ash-blond. "You're being incredibly rude! Especially here at U.A.—"

“Oh!” a round-faced girl with bangs interrupted. “Sorry for being so rude. My name is Uraraka Ochaco, and you?”

Minori had every intention of ignoring everyone in the room until she felt a gentle jab beside her. Reluctantly, she turned toward the source of the nudge and saw Sora standing there, wiggling her eyebrows expectantly. Minori frowned and rolled her eyes. “Ki Minori,” she stated flatly and stared at Uraraka, eyes void of any emotion.

A soft squeal echoed from the back of the classroom. Minori locked eyes with the culprit. His vibrant green eyes quivered as he stammered in a hushed whisper: “Y-you’re the daughter of the infamous villain, Tatsumaki.” She glared at the boy, satisfied by the squeak of terror the student had let out. His eyes trembled as he cowered, throwing his hands over his mouth.

Twenty pairs of eyes bore into her. Some had a look of interest; others were confused; the majority, however, were filled with horror. Of course, someone would recognize it: that cursed last name—Ki. A cold shiver rippled down her spine as the silence thickened. She had half a mind to tell them all off, but she swallowed the words that threatened to slip. Of all the pairs of eyes that stared her down, the most interesting were crimson eyes that almost seemed annoyed and… disinterested. The pair of eyes belonged to the ash blond-haired male from earlier. His look wasn’t any different from a person watching paint dry. A simple observation, and yet it was new.

Minori had always been judged before the paint had even dried.

This was different. Nice.

For a fleeting moment, their eyes met. His eyebrows knitted together, and his lips curved into a slight pout. She assessed him as though he were competition or prey, and he observed her in return. His eyes were a deep red, like lava in the center of a volcano.

The door swung open, slamming against the wall. The entire class jumped. “Go somewhere else if you want to play at being friends. This is the hero course,” a man mumbled from the floor outside the classroom door. He was in a yellow sleeping bag, and his eyes drooped as if he had just woken up. He pulled out a juice pouch and drank the contents.

Minori blinked slowly. Did the school hire a homeless man?

After finishing the pouch, he stepped out of the sleeping bag and into the classroom. He wore all black, and his long, unkempt black hair fell over his shoulders. He looked as though he hadn't slept in a year.

Sora leaned near Minori and whispered, "That's your homeroom teacher, Aizawa Shouta."

Minori's eyebrows shot up. This is the hero course's homeroom teacher? The pro-hero Eraserhead?

"Aizawa," Sora bowed her head slightly. "It's nice to finally meet you. I am Ten Sora, Minori's guardian."

"Likewise," he grumbled and looked over to Minori.

Minori squinted at the pro-hero. She didn't trust him. She didn't trust any of the faculty here—besides Sora—not after everything she had gone through. She could count on her hands the number of times she'd had a positive interaction with an adult. Who knows what kind of things he had heard about her.

"Welcome," he greeted. "Everyone, let me introduce you all to our new classmate, Ki Minori. She has just joined our class and is a bit late because of certain circumstances."

"Circumstances? Like what?" a boy with a black streak in his hair asked.

"Yeah," another boy chimed, his two-toned hair split in half with the right side red and the left white. "Are you really qualified for the hero course?"

A few others joined in, voicing their concerns. Minori bit the inside of her cheek. These people really didn't hold their tongue, did they? She wasn't going to get off on the right foot with any of them, not that she expected to.

Aizawa sighed and waved the class to be quiet. "Yes. We have discussed her entrance with Principal Nezu. Minori will be joining us, and that's final. I hope I won't have to repeat myself."

"I know some of you may feel concerned, but please, don't be," Sora interjected. "She is no threat, and I have personally vouched for her entrance. Please treat her like a regular student, and I'm sure you'll all get along fine."

"Regular? Ribbit." The voice belonged to a short girl with large, black eyes, a mop of dark green hair, and a frog-like appearance. "She's not a regular student. She's a criminal, and I don't think it's fair to us and the school to accept someone with that kind of history. To be honest, I'm not entirely comfortable with someone like her around."

"Someone like her," Minori echoed. "How kind." She turned away from the frog girl. She wasn't wrong. Minori was a criminal, and the entire country, including her, knew that. It wasn't a secret. The whole world knew her mother destroyed an entire city and saw how she did nothing to help. The whole world saw how she let her mother run away. How could the school let someone like her into their hallowed halls? Was it so they could be the first to stop her if need be? The Hero Commission didn't take a liking to her. They had branded her, marked her as a villain, and were already waiting for her to screw up.

"Minori," Sora chided. "Let's not give anyone here a reason to doubt your intentions."

She grumbled under her breath. Her existence was reason enough for these people to have doubts. Whatever, she didn't care. She couldn't afford to care. She wasn't here to make friends. She was here to learn and train. She was here to prove the world wrong and to show them who she really is.

Turning to address the students, Sora reassured them. "I can assure you all that Minori is a kind and gentle soul, like the rest of you. And for added peace of mind, I am her guardian and will intervene if necessary, along with Aizawa here." She placed a hand on Minori's shoulder, promising the class, "You have nothing to worry about."

"That's enough of that," Aizawa interrupted. "Ki is a student of Class 1-A. I don’t want to hear anything more. Time is limited. Change into your hero costumes and gather in Ground Beta."

Minori followed her class to the locker rooms to change. Thankfully, she didn’t have to stand any longer in front of twenty piercing pairs of eyes. Now, it was just a few burning stares from the girls. She didn’t actually have the luxury of owning a hero costume. However, as she changed, the brand on her wrist felt like a weight dragging her down. Her fingers brushed against the violet welt, and a shiver rippled through her.

“That’s an interesting mark you have there,” Minori snapped her head up with wide eyes. The pink-skinned girl gave her a small, warm smile. “Is it a birthmark?” She didn’t seem the slightest bit afraid, cautious, or disgusted. It was refreshing. Yet, a pang of unease gripped Minori's chest as she glanced around at the hostile glares that surrounded her.

“Don’t worry about it,” Minori gritted and slammed her locker shut. She stalked out of the room. An indescribable feeling pushed its way into her, boiling underneath the surface.

She had an ulterior motive. They all do.

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#bakugou fanfiction #bakugou x oc #bnha fanfiction #bakugo x oc #mha #bnha #bnha oc #bakugou katsuki #mha bakugou #bnha bakugou #bakugou x reader #rebirth

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cursedvibes · 2 months ago

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I think that BNHA is kinda too long (like it's better if it were shorter, more compact) and JJK is kinda too short (there are still many plotholes). What do you think?

You know what series that have the perfect length and ending for me? Haikyuu! I really love this series. What an amazing series with great characters...(If you have not read/watch them, please do). Also, Naruto! Yes, I dislike the few last arcs and the last big "villain" (alien, really). But overall, Naruto have better ending and conclusion for their characters, right?

Hmm, it's hard for me to judge... I have only read/watched MHA until some time after Villain Academia and then the rest more sporadically. Even before that I skipped through some parts. I definitely agree that some parts feel very long like for example that school festival, where I wouldn't have a problem if it was cut altogether, but then again I generally don't care about all the Class A shenanigans. So this might just be an issue with me not being the target group. Arcs like that can definitely enhance character's characterization. The main trios in jjk and Naruto could've used some more of that to make their bond as a group more believable.

JJK is definitely too short and left too many issues it brought up unanswered or tied them up very hastily (like everyone moving on way too quickly from the Shinjuku fight, the end of the Culling Games and the merger, Tengen & her barriers, not to mention the whole problem with cursed energy itself and the foreign invasion...there's just so much). Although I don't think it needed that much more time to do all that. I've always expected the manga to only go on for maybe 20 more chapters and it didn't need all that much more time. Even with the last 5 chapters you could've done way more. At least wrap the main problems up a little more satisfactorily and don't just casually brush past trauma. Especially with 269 Gege really dragged their feet and wasted time on things that don't matter instead of addressing the real problems. You could've included at least a little bit of Sukuna's backstory to then lead into his talk with Mahito. That would've made that moment hit way more. So we didn't need that much more, Gege just needed better time/space management.

With Haikyuu I only watched until the beginning of the 4th season so far and still have to watch the movie(s) as well. It's a great sports anime. I mean, I hate volleyball in real life, but watching the anime I actually find myself enjoying the sport second-hand. 😅 Haikyuu and other sports anime/manga have an advantage compared to battle shonen though, particularly in regards to endings. The stakes are much smaller and usually the viewer/reader already kinda knows how the story will end. They will reach nationals or win a big competition and then they'll either go on to be good athletes or graduate high school and get a regular job. They have advanced in their sport, matured, overcome some mental and physical blocks and the rest kinda goes on like normal life. You usually don't have all that much difference from a real life setting either with maybe only the sport having some (borderline) supernatural elements, but nothing that needs much to be resolved. In sports anime it's all about the road to the end and how well the sport is conveyed. Honestly, it often has more similarities in slice-of-life stories in terms of the goals of the genre. Unlike Naruto, MHA and JJK, Haikyuu isn't setting out to restructure society as we know it and overthrow a corrupt system, so the expectations the ending needs to fulfill are much lower. There isn't all that much you can fumble as long as you have solid characterization and fun sport.

As to Naruto's ending being better than JJK's...eh idk...I think where JJK did too little with it's setting and all the larger scale problems it set up, Naruto did too much. It explained too much. I did not need to know where chakra itself came from and it went with its scale way too large. Naruto works best when it's kinda grounded and working on addressing problems of childhood trauma and the horrors of war. If you throw in aliens and shinobi that are basically fighting with spiritual Godzillas it gets too big for its own good and loses its core appeal. I'd say both Naruto and JJK's ending are pretty bad. They both fail to change the fundamentally corrupt system they introduced and merely put different people at the top, while not addressing the root problem. They both still have child soldiers in the end, the child soldiers just now feel a little better about their situation. I mean, at least Yuuji didn't go on to condone slavery he previously swore to wipe out I guess. He also isn't trapped in an unhappy marriage...so win? Also while surprisingly little people died in the final battle and the ones who did die were brushed off pretty easily (if there's one thing Naruto knows how to do, it's show people grieving), more happened than just one side character dying in a way that ruins his entire story arc (Neji died protecting the main branch like he was always supposed to do yay). And Naruto had a much larger scale war, where you'd expect a lot more casualties. Sukuna might destroy Tokyo and Furnace is like a bomb, but he's way less dangerous for the world or country at large than Madara or Kaguya. So it's weird that so little people (of importance) actually died in Naruto. But yeah, both not very satisfying endings and final arcs that I try to avoid when engaging with the series.

As for character arcs in Naruto being better. Hm, it's true that not many of the characters in JJK got a very satisfying end. Yuuji is quite good, Sukuna as well in theory although we lack a lot of the groundwork for his development to really hit, Megumi is...debatable...he got to some kind of end, but I think he was way underutilized in the ending overall. Gojo got an end that I think is quite good, if controversial, although I think you could've done more there as well, especially about how he affects the story and characters after his death. He's happy with his death, but there's more to it than just his personal feelings. Nobara is not that important in the grand scheme of things, what little arc she had was concluded in Shibuya, so I guess she did what little she was given alright. Maki had a very interesting arc, but Gege kinda forgot about it when the Culling Game arc ended and we moved into Shinjuku. There is so much more you could've done with the Zenin Clan's massacre, her new body, the effect of Mai's death on her psyche and her parallel with Toji, even explore her similarities with Sukuna more, but we kinda didn't really get anything in the last arc for her. She's strong now. Cool, I guess.

With Naruto it's...okay I would say. Nothing incredible except for a few characters like Obito, Kakashi, Gaara, Gai and...Orochimaru maybe. Naruto gets the acknowledgement he wanted, he becomes Hokage and he brings Sasuke back to the village. For a brief moment, before he leaves again to only come back sporadically. Naruto kinda got what he wanted, even if I don't find it very exciting (might just be me not liking his character in general for the majority of Shipudden). Sasuke got fucked over though. Yes, he got some form of peace, but he still can't really stand being in the village, the fundamental problems he had with it didn't go away and while his clan theoretically can live on in Sarada, he doesn't seem all that happy about it. He can barely stand being around his new family. So not much of a win really. I can't say which ending in terms of character arcs I prefer more between JJK and Naruto. They both have things they did well and some that went absolutely horrible. Same as with their story you could say.

#asks #jjk spoilers #naruto

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loserboyfriendrjl · 2 years ago

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queerdeadwizards' fic rec list

(a/n: if you do not see my friends' fics on here, it's because i am making a fic rec list where there are no fics of my friends; i might be subjective, and i am friends with amazing writers, so you can safely assume that i am recommending all of their fics.)

Sunflowers & Sweetpeas by katialena

Language: English, WIP. Current Word Count: 7,462

Found Family takes a lot of work, but there is always room for one more. Even while teenage romance gets... complicated?

Texting/Social Media Fic Part Three. In Progress.

marginalia by spindrifters

Language: English, WIP. Current Word Count: 192,506

This story began a long time ago. That part is already written. Nothing can be done about it now. It began with two young men—barely more than boys—who upended the world, magical and mundane alike. Grindelwald and Dumbledore, glorious leaders of the revolution, who brought wizardkind out of hiding and into the light during those last, violent days of 1899.

But a winter's night seventy-seven years later is where things really kick off.

Because Remus Lupin knows what to expect when you’ve been sold somewhere new. He knows it better than he ever thought he'd have to by this point. He knows how to survive. And Sirius Black is doing his best to just graduate Hogwarts and get himself and his brother away from this goddamn house. He's got it figured out by now. He has a plan.

Neither of them, however, had accounted for the other messing everything up by the mere fact of just existing.

(Or, the one where Sirius is heir to a pureblood first family and Remus is a half-blood servant, but a chance meeting leads to healing old wounds, stumbling into love, and just maybe accidentally kickstarting a revolution.)

you wouldn’t like me by crushofdoves

Language: English, WIP. Current Word Count: 20,339

It’s 2005 and Sirius is trying to figure out his gender, his brother, and his new crush.

My Only Sunshine by Loua29xx

Language: English, Completed Work. Word Count: 28,973

“Sirius Orion Black, you are charged with the murder of Remus John Lupin,” Sirius draws in a shaky breath at the name, “in regards to this offence, do you plead guilty or not guilty?”

Guilty.

*******

Standing trial for the murder of the man he loves most in the world, Sirius can’t help but look back on his time with the light of his life. His sunshine.

#can't stop reccing mos because even though you need to be mindful of the tags it was absolutely beautiful and sould crushing #soul*#all of the other fics are beautiful too #i will do another fic rec list once i start reading more 😭😭#marginalia #you wouldn't like me #my only sunshine #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #wolfstar fic recs #harry potter #draco malfoy #drarry #drarry fic rec #fic recs

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motownfiction · 2 months ago

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sweet like a chic-a-cherry cola

note: this vignette also firmly takes place between two consenting adults, aged 26 and 33

Paul is slow-moving for a man in his thirties. He and Emma have been on four dates already, and all they’ve done is kiss a little. He didn’t even kiss her until their third date, only five days ago, which was mostly a disaster. Emma hadn’t been expecting it, so she kissed him back with the exact pressure one uses to kiss the top of a baby’s head.

Tonight, though, she was ready. As it happens, so was he. They’ve been lying on top of his duvet for half an hour, just kissing and giggling, almost like they’re getting away with something. Paul pushes Emma’s hair out of her face and laughs a little more.

“What’s so funny?” Emma asks.

“Nothing,” Paul says. “Just … I guess I wish I knew you when I was a teenager.”

“Well, considering I would have been eleven when you graduated from high school, I don’t actually think that’s something you want.”

“OK, but you know. I wish we’d been teenagers at the same time. That way … we could have done this way sooner. Skipped to the good parts by now.”

“Are these not good parts?”

“They are, but …”

Emma pulls Paul closer to her face and kisses him like she’s never kissed anybody. It’s easy with him, and that’s not just because at five-foot-eight, Paul’s the only man she’s ever been able to kiss without standing on a stepstool. It was like she didn’t know how kissing was supposed to feel until tonight. All the other kisses with all the other men had been … clinical. Experimental (for them). Cold (for her). She felt obligated to them in ways she doesn’t feel to Paul. When it’s Paul, she wants it more than she’s ever wanted anything. He’s here. Flesh, blood, and warmth. His kisses make her feel alive. Not going through the motions. Alive.

“You can have all the parts,” she says. “If you want them … they’re yours.”

Paul grins like he’s been waiting all his life for someone to say that. He pulls her closer still, and he kisses her with a force he didn’t even know he was capable of. He’d been kissing girls since he was nineteen (though never with as much frequency as maybe he would have hoped), but it was never like this. Never so … wanted. Dreamt of. He spent hours thinking about Emma, about how he knows exactly what The Platters mean by “My Prayer,” about how he’s not sure he could ever live a day without knowing her again.

How could it be? How could it be that for more than three decades of breathing in and out, in and out, Paul didn’t know Emma O’Connor existed? How could it be that it still took them almost two years to get here? For so much of his life, he’s been running in place, afraid that if he catches up to someone, he’ll lose sight of all the things on the horizon, everything in his periphery. But Emma sees the world as he does–in stories, in goals, in dreams. And when she kisses him, he remembers that his body is for more than just walking from place to place or for working harder than he actually can. He remembers that he is blood.

So much blood.

Everywhere it should be.

He feels himself start to leave–not because he wants to, but because it’s his instinct. Flight. Always flight. Get out of there as soon as you can.

But then, he sees Emma’s eyes. Blue and impish. Perfect.

“You don’t have to be afraid,” she says, gentler than she’s ever been. “I want you here.”

Paul can’t even smile. He just cups Emma’s face in his hands again and kisses her. Desperate. Feeling younger than he really is. Has he mentioned the desperation?

“I want to be here,” he says, not sure which one of them needs to hear it more.

“I want you here,” Emma says again, between frantic kisses, like Paul’s going to change his mind. “I want–mmm–I want you.”

That does it. He’s all blood now. He begins to unbutton his shirt–why did he wear an oxford tonight?--but she tears it off. They’ll deal with it later. He still has on a white t-shirt, and she’s wrapping herself around him like a little cobra.

“You should only wear this,” Emma says.

“Only wear what?”

“T-shirts. Especially when they dip down below the neck like this.”

She takes the scoop near his Adam’s apple and pulls it down into a V.

“There,” Emma says. “I want to see more of your chest hair.”

Paul laughs.

“Do all women ogle men’s chest hair like it’s cleavage?” he asks. “Or is that just a you thing? Because you do it a lot.”

“I don’t think it’s just a me thing. But it is important to me.”

She kisses his chest, right between where her fingers are still making that V.

“I want you there,” she says.

“Good,” he says, then silently curses himself for sounding so lame. “Can I show you where I want you?”

Her eyes light up. She was afraid that he’d get insecure and pull back, like he usually does. Paul almost never initiates kisses or hand holding or any sign of affection. He’s just not used to it. Emma tries not to grudge him, but tonight is different. She can feel it in her blood. What a comeback.

“I might die if you don’t.”

Paul’s eyes gleam in a way Emma has never seen from him before. She’s always thought he was cute. Sweet. Approachable in a dorky sort of way. But this … something’s happened. Something’s happened, and she realizes in less than a full breath that she could love him. Maybe she already does. He puts his arms around her and places her flat on her back again. His hands snake up her little blue dress and land on her thighs.

“I want you here,” he says, voice thick and nervous, but there. Not silent. “Is that OK?”

Emma takes a long breath. After years of nursing the world’s biggest crush on him, after years of falling in love with him, what else does he expect her to say?

“Yes.”

#drabble #writeblr #food #drink #ch: emma o'connor #ch: paul donnelly #year: 2021 #not me trying to figure out who the hot one is between paul & mack!

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mejomonster · 1 year ago

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Some of my favorite (recent-ish) Thai bl were:

Bad Buddy: if I'm going to recommend any coming of age romcom college set bl it's this one. The way it uses so many staple tropes in a fresh way, Ohm and Nanon are great actors and really bring a whole other level of energy, the actual conflict in the story is very realistic and heavy and a real topic I think a lot of young adults deal with regarding their families and expectations. So it's mostly romantic comedy, but the heavy moments resonate so that it doesn't really feel unrealistic. It's very high brightness overly kind of fantastical rather than real in presentation and tropes used (quite common in fluff bl like 2gether and My School President and Theory of Love etc), but the chemistry of the leads feels executed very realistically and again the actual delivery of tropes and conflicts feels very grounded in a way. Highly recommended to most peoples tastes tbh (and special mention to My School President, while it was a little Too fluffy for my tastes, it also did a balance of romcom and a grounded heart to the conflicts which I think is part of why it had such big appeal, along with really solid leads that are going to be bringing a lot to any project they work on in the future)

Never Let Me Go: THE action bl as of recently. Gave me everything I could ask, from the leads in The Gifted Graduation bringing their acting game with roles that let them truly show off what they can do, to a high body count of murders and action scenes, mafia sons falling in love with people oh so different from them, a batman esque lead, rich boy falls for poor bodyguard whipping boy trope but also Not quite because the show Really wants to comment on class issues and inequality and makes sure the audience gets the point (a core issue in the relationship is how to be equals given who they are), and a reference to the quote about soulmates that Xena Warrior Princess also uses. It also has Chimon. It's also aesthetically pleasing af. Idk what to tell you, I love when Jojo directs something and this Gave me WAY more than I thought I could get. I'm happy to say that in the post Not Me world we are seeing more action romance bls, not just romcom/fluff ones (though there's always plenty of those too). I personally am eagerly hoping this trend continues and we keep getting at least a few action romance bls a year like this one, Kinnporshe, Manner of Death, Not Me. I've started Laws of Attraction and that's looking similarly promising. (And while I highly recommend Not Me the series, one of my top shows PERIOD... I'm only listing newer shows than that right now).

The Eclipse: this show was exactly what I'd hope it would deliver, and more frankly (because I was hoping for at minimum the Blacklist quality and at max dream hopes The Gifted quality). Well it delivered closer to The Gifted. Politically heavy, really well done in that regard from the overt to the subtle, amazing entire ensemble cast (even the side actors are strong actors that have been in other things), Khaotung and First are both particularly amazing (Khaotung impresses me no matter what role he's given frankly). Aesthetically it's exactly what you'd hope if your hopes like mine were The Gifted but only real evil people no mutants, and explicitly gayer. If you perhaps are willing to have a high school setting, but very much do Not want fluff dominant story and instead a tense mystery with at least half the characters already out and proud queer people (but still some of the cute romance tropes executed a bit less fluffily) then this may be your jam.

Moonlight Chicken: if you'd like multigenerational queer stories, centering on a family slice of life realism piece, this show is <3. The second main pairing is the same actors from My School President and I think they really shine here where the romance relies less on tropes and the dialogue is more realistic so the intensity of scenes really leans on actors. I love their characters in this and they stole the show for me. The first main pairing is messy and adult, with adult problems (like actual ones not just romantic drama: like raising a nephew, running a store, working for a company that's destroying your lovers neighborhood). But also not actually that messy, I'd say in terms of messy it's for the most part wholesome and soft. If you liked 1000 Stars (I did) then this shows realistic slice of life feel will be comfortable and homey, and the amount of skinship in this show is less conservative for even more of a cozy natural feeling.

And the one I'm most anticipating coming out: Only Friends. Khaotung and First lead it, so I'm basically certain the main story will be absolute gold (since I eat up every role they play their acting is just <3 like dude I watched the Shipper for First okay and 5555 Never too Late for Khaotung which was an Amazing show btw). Now.. Only Friends is directed by Jojo (yay for me) and in theory it IS going to be as messy as it looks (and it looks at least as messy as Friendzone). So if Moonlight Chicken is too fluffy and tame for you, then you might want this show on your radar. I think it is slated for August but I'm not sure as I try not to get too hype for things until theyre out so I avoid most news.

#the eclipse the series #never let me go #moonlight chicken #bad buddy #rant #rec list

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( olivia cooke, cisfemale, she/her ) have you met francesca collie yet? you know, the 26 year old graduate student majoring in secondary education with a focus in drama. ring a bell yet? every time i walk past their dorm i hear heart it races by dr. dog blasting through the door. everyone who meets them say they’re admirable but can also be a little invasive. guess when you meet them you’ll figure that out yourself. — carita, 24, she/her, est, triggers: sexual harrassment/sexual assault

meet francesca ‘franny’ collie!

FULL NAME: Francesca (Franny to close friends) Joanne Collie

AGE: 26 years old

BIRTHDAY: December 24th

GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cisfemale, she/her

SEXUALITY: Heterosexual

POSITIVE CHARACTERISTICS: Witty, sweet, generous, intelligent, outgoing

WEAKNESSES: Nosy, stubborn, pessimistic, blunt

THE STORY SO FAR ...

(trigger warnings: terminal illness, hospitals, substance abuse)

Francesca is originally from a small town in suburban Massachusetts. She is the youngest in her family, having two older brothers and a twin brother born 5 minutes earlier than her.

She was born with a genetic disease called cystic fibrosis, and initially only expected to live to be about 5 years old, but through medical advancements and participating in sports as a child, she was actually fairly healthy throughout her childhood. Most of her friends at school didn’t even know she was sick.

She lived a very cushy, privileged life, in part due to her parents wanting to give her everything they could, as well as the fact that she grew up in a moderately wealthy household, so money was never much of a worry. Two of her older brothers were highly protective of her and would do anything for her, whereas her twin brother deeply resented her for constantly being the center of attention, and was quite cruel to her growing up.

Her brother’s cruelty came in part because he was deeply struggling with mental health issues and substance abuse issues. Because the focus was always on Franny, his parents did not realize the issues he was dealing with, and instead admonished him for his behavior.

Throughout high school, Franny excelled in almost every way. She truly had an almost perfect life. Smart and athletic, whatever she set her mind to, she believed she could accomplish. She did nearly every extracurricular you could think of, from soccer to running track, and her personal favorite, theatre.

In college, Franny decided to major in both theatre and drama. She wanted to pursue acting on Broadway, or potentially try to make it as an actress in LA, where she planned on going to after Radcliffe.

Her dreams were cut short when her health quickly deteriorated after being on her own for so long. Growing up in a small town with an overbearing family, she was used to having a lot of things done for her. Taking care of her health felt like a full time job, and it didn’t take long for her to suffer the consequences of neglecting her health. She eventually moved back home and was able to recover enough to graduate with her degree online, but with serious consequences, and was no longer fit enough to chase her dreams to New York or bring herself to come to a casting in LA.

After stabilizing a bit and getting her act together somewhat, she decided she did not want to stay back home living with her parents. So, instead, she decided to move back to Radcliffe and pursue higher education. A benefit of this was that her brother already was there, so she could feel more supported and not completely on her own. She is pursuing her degree in drama education now that she has essentially given up on her true dream of being an actress herself, while also trying to figure out how to thrive in the fast life as a disabled woman. She’s resentful of her past as well as her brother, who she continues to clash with at times, but also itching to figure out what she really wants at this time in her life, and take a break from always trying to be so damn perfect. after all, life is short, right?

ADDITIONAL INFO:

Francesca is generally an empathetic and generous person. Her heart is rarely in the wrong place. However, growing up privileged and in many ways, babied by her family sometimes results in her having a hard time connecting with and understanding people from a different walk of life. She is very sensitive and empathetic to certain experiences, but struggles to connect with others.

She likes to be the center of attention ... but not for the wrong reasons. She’d much rather show off the abilities she does have, rather than focus on what she lacks. Because of that, she can appear a bit pissy and even bitter at times, but she's never truly mean. When she finds herself in trouble, she will absolutely use her situation to her advantage when it benefits her. She might have struggles, but she's used to getting a lot handed to her throughout her life and needs to be humbled sometimes.

She’s lonely, but won’t admit it (most of the time). She craves affection from others in her life, be it a friend or a romantic partner, and really just wants to know the people she finds interesting better. Sometimes this results in her coming off as a little (okay, a lot) nosy.

She is a lover of all things nature. Loves plants and flowers. But she kills everything in her care. No green thumbs over here.

She is a massive foodie and really enjoys every type of cuisine, but definitely has a taste for fine dining.

Because she spent most of her life being somewhat self-absorbed into her appearance, she’s acquired quite the collection of clothes. Her style is very ecletic and feminine, think large colorful sweaters, tights, Mary Jane heels, and funky earrings. But she's terrible at makeup and usually just sticks to the basics.

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

Her twin brother! I’ll submit this as an official WC, but the only real criteria that needs to be filled is that he’s older than her, grew up in MA, and has struggled with substance abuse in the past (currently is fine as well). It’s a relationship I’m hoping to develop more and figure out along the way. Also, if an older brother would be preferred, we could work that out as well.

People she has collaborated with before: this could be someone she was in a play with for undergraduate, a student, a fellow TA (she helps teach drama), anyone that she's done anything with for her degree(s).

An unlikely friend: this is one of my favorite plots! Someone that comes from a completely different walk of life, have different struggles they are facing, but somehow get along and have a genuine friendship with one another. Someone who is more closed off and brooding compared to her unassuming personality is what I think of.

An ex-boyfriend - someone she left behind when she first left Radcliffe in her undergrad to move back home when she was very sick. Most likely a mutual breakup.

A former or current roommate from college: this could really go anywhere, but an easy connection for them to know one another/be friends

Anything else you can think of!

Also - I haven't gotten the invite to the OOC blog yet but hi, I'm Carita! I am an oldie from the RP community (started around 2014 I think?) and haven't in yeeeears but I'm so excited to again! I am still getting acquainted with the newest Xkit and whatnot so I may ask someone for help if I run into issues if anyone is willing, hehe. But I love plots and am super open so feel free to message me anytime!

#radcliffeintro #intro #francesca

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Sweet Like Honey: Ch. 2 Pool Party

Summary:

Carol and Daisy meet some fellow guests at the pool (a few original and a few faces from the MCU), including giving Kate Bishop some bisexual encouragement and hope for her future.

Notes: This chapter is pure queer fluff, so if smut isn’t your thing, this one is for you.

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After lunch and some sun lounging, they made their way to the pool. They weren’t alone, though. More queer couples and groups floated around, gathered in corners, or relaxed in the hot tub.

One of the guys called out to the others as they stepped in. “We have newcomers!”

Daisy and Carol exchanged a look. They weren’t expecting this to be a social club.

“I’m David,” he introduced himself to them and pointed to the others. “That’s Harry, my partner, then we have Kate, Trish, and Sharon. Jessica is too cool for us so she’s over there hiding in the shade. Then Matteo, Braydon, Joey, and Anderson. Hot tub crew is the enbies: Casey, Flynn, and Sequoia.”

Daisy and Carol waved and said hello to the other guests whose names they had already forgotten. David was joined by Harry and some of the women.

“I’m Carol, and this is my wife, Daisy. How do you all know each other?” Carol asked. Before, she had assumed that they were all strangers, but clearly she and Daisy had interrupted some sort of gathering.

“Technically, we don’t,” one of the blond ones, Sharon, said cryptically.

Kate, a young brunette in a flamingo float ring, rolled her eyes. “We say what happens at Pegasus stays at Pegasus. Like Fire Island or Dinah Shore. Or so they tell me. I haven’t been to those yet. But the point is, not everyone you meet is 100% out yet, but here, you can be whoever you wanna be.” Kate smiled and traced her fingers whimsically over the water’s surface.

Daisy admitted, “We’ve never been to those either. Do you all meet up for vacation?”

David spoke up with his chin in the air. “Only because I am a master planner. If I didn’t, we’d never see each other again. Most of us met here in college, but we switch up the vacay location every year. It’s Harry and I’s 10th-anniversary trip, so we came back to where it all started.”

“I’m new too,” Kate explained. “I’m Trish’s cousin. She brought me as a college graduation trip before I start work. How about you two? First timers? What’s your story?”

Jessica sighed at Kate’s enthusiasm from where she sat on the pool wall in the shade. “Maybe their story is they came to the pool to relax and want you to leave them alone.”

Daisy dismissed Jessica’s comment. “No, no. It’s fine. It’s our honeymoon, and yes, our first time to the Cape in general for both of us.”

David slapped the water with his palms. “Shut up! First time here ever? Okay, we are here for you. What have you done so far?”

Carol tried to remember the name of the restaurant. “Um, we went to a fish place on the boardwalk down there?” She gestured to the area with all the restaurants along the shore.

Harry blinked. “Girl. That’s, like, all of them.”

Carol looked to Daisy for help, but Daisy just shrugged and said, “It was a long day. Week, really. Months. We started planning our wedding in February.”

“Of this year?!” David shrieked. “What?!”

“That’s a lot of work,” Trish affirmed.

Kate bounced in her flamingo ring. “Ooo I love weddings! Tell us about it! No, wait, tell us how your story of how you met and got together. Then the wedding.”

Daisy glanced at Carol and started, “We also met in college and were part of the same group of friends, then we got closer just the two of us and fell in love…”

“But I wasn’t out to my super homophobic parents yet. Then after we graduated, I lived with my best friend to help her with her little girl, my goddaughter.”

“But then,” Daisy picked up, “they moved out to a house and my roommate got married to another one of our friends, so I asked Carol to move in with me a year and a half ago at Christmas, and then a year later, last Christmas, we got engaged.”

Sharon asked, “Christmas proposal, nice. Who proposed?” Carol could tell she was trying to discern the dynamics of their relationship.

“We both did,” Carol answered, smiling at Daisy. “We had the same idea. I got her a ring and put it in her stocking, and she did the same for me with her grandmother’s engagement ring.”

“Aw, that’s adorable,” the others gushed.

“Not these, obviously,” Daisy explained. She held out her left hand with the silicone ring.

“Good,” David sassed. “Because whew, I’d be trying to figure out how to tell you, honey, your grandma lied.”

They laughed as Carol held out her left hand next to Daisy’s. “No,” Carol confirmed. “These we got from a queer-owned outdoors company. They were exactly what we needed.”

Upon closer inspection, the pool group saw that Carol’s was orange, white, pink, and maroon marbled and Daisy’s was purple, blue, and pink.

“Are those your Pride flag colors? That’s so cute,” Kate cooed. “I want one! Not as like a wedding ring. Just for the bi flag like that.”

Carol winked. “Catch me later and I’ll send you the link.”

“Okay!” Kate got them back on track. “So after the mutual proposal, which is adorable, by the way, then what happened?”

Of all of them, Kate and her genuine curiosity and friendliness charmed Carol most.

David spotted the bar was empty and led his entourage to the pool stairs. Only Kate stayed behind, eager to continue their conversation and hear more about the wedding.

“We’re getting drinks,” he said, looking back over his shoulder at Daisy and Carol. “Come if you want to.”

Daisy turned to Carol and touched her arm. “I could use a drink. Want me to get you something?” Her eyes flickered to Kate, signaling that they were clearly hitting it off and she didn’t want to take her away from her new admirer.

“That mango margarita on the sign? Or something like that. You know what I like.” Carol shrugged.

Daisy smiled and waggled her eyebrows in silly suggestiveness. “Yeah, I do.”

She climbed the stairs out of the pool with a little extra swing in her hips, knowing Carol was watching as she emerged from the water with her bikini clinging to her body.

“Hashtag goals,” Kate sighed. “Both of you. Hey, can I ask you a question?”

“Shoot.” Carol led them to the corner of the pool, and she leaned back and rested her arms over the side casually. For someone who got married two days ago, Carol was already feeling like a queer big sister to Kate.

“So, Daisy’s bi like me, right? That’s why she had that ring specifically?”

“Yep.”

“Do you ever worry—this is dumb, sorry.” Kate hid her face in her flamingo.

“No, go ahead, we’ve been together for a long time. I promise we’ve heard it before. And if it can help you, it’s worth asking.”

Kate looked off to the side and started again. “My last girlfriend broke up with me because she didn’t trust that she was really enough. She’d see me with boys and get so paranoid that I was going to leave her or cheat on her with my best guy friend because she thought it was easier for me being with him and pretending to be straight. She said I ‘acted straight’ with him. But I didn’t feel anything like that for him. I loved her so much, but no matter what I said, she didn’t believe me.” Kate sniffed and swallowed back her emotions. “Sorry, I don’t know why I’m telling you all this.”

Carol frowned and lightly touched Kate’s forearm for a second to get her attention back away from her fresh memories of heartbreak. “Hey. That sucks. I’m so sorry to hear that. That’s her problem, not yours.”

Kate nodded, so Carol continued.

“And to answer your question, no. It was hard to believe at first that we could be happy because I’d had so much fear about my future and about being gay, but I don’t doubt Daisy when she says she loves me or worry she’d leave me. And definitely not cheat. She’s had every opportunity to find someone else or say this was too hard. My parents cut off contact and kicked me out when I came out to them, but Daisy and her family became my family too. Even long before I came out to my parents, they basically adopted me.”

“Really?” Kate listened with interest.

“After that night, telling my parents about us, I literally walked to their house in the snow on Christmas Eve and they took me in,” Carol recalled. It had only been a year and a half, but it seemed so long ago now. “But don’t worry. The right person will accept all of you.”

“Even being bi? Girls don’t trust me, but guys think it is some sort of kink or about having threesomes or something.”

“Yeah, especially before we were engaged and had rings, sometimes guys would hit on one of us, assuming we’re just friends and not together like that. We laugh about it, but it sucks too. But my point is, she’s had plenty of offers if she wanted to find a guy, but she wants me and I trust her. I look at it this way,” Carol explained. “Out of everyone, of any gender, she chose me. She could have anyone she wanted, and she wants us. That’s true love.”

Daisy returned with their drinks, and Carol pushed herself up to sit next to her on the side of the pool with their feet in the water.

“I only heard the last bit about having anyone I wanted and something being true love,” Daisy confessed. “At least, I assume it was me? What are you two talking about?”

“Kate is bi too and she’s faced some really bad biphobia,” Carol explained.

Daisy sent Kate a look of sympathy. “Oh man, that sucks. I’m sorry. I’ve been there.”

Carol continued, “She asked if I ever worried about you leaving me for a man, which is what her ex-girlfriend was worried about.”

“And why she broke up with me.” Kate traced her finger in the water mournfully.

“And what did you say?” Daisy asked Carol, intrigued, and took a sip of her pink frozen cocktail.

“I said a girl worthy of her will feel honored that she chose her out of everyone,” Carol repeated, slightly paraphrasing to emphasize the lesson to Kate, though she was talking to Daisy. “I told her you could have anyone you wanted. But you’re mine.”

“And you’re mine,” Daisy returned in contentment and put her free hand on Carol’s knee. “My wife.”

Kate observed them with hope and heartache mixing in her big eyes and furrowed brow. “You didn’t ever wonder if life would be easier with a man?”

“God no. First, men are not easier. The problems are just different,” Daisy scoffed before adding more seriously. “Second, it’s not us who need to change. It’s the world. Yeah, life would be easier without homophobia and biphobia. That’s the enemy. Not each other. And third, she’s worth it. Sure, I’d die for her, but what’s more important is the life we share. That kind of life isn’t about what’s easy. It’s about what’s worth fighting for.”

Carol couldn’t help but peck a kiss to Daisy’s cheek. She moved her drink to her left hand and covered Daisy’s hand on her knee with her right.

Daisy giggled as her hand reflexively stiffened under Carol’s. “Oh my god. Your fingers are so cold from holding your drink.”

“So is yours!” Carol defended but moved her hand and didn’t know where else to put it. Daisy grabbed it with hers and intertwined their fingers.

“It’s okay, we’ll warm each other up,” Daisy said, satisfied at their object lesson for Kate of what true love looked like. “When you find your person, labels and fears don’t matter so much if you know from a million little things that you can trust them to be there.”

“Thanks,” Kate said. “For listening and for talking to me about this stuff. You guys have helped more than any of them all week.” She nodded to where David and company were lounging on the deck chairs. Trish called to her.

“What?” Kate called back and made her way over to the opposite side of the pool. Trish offered to buy Kate a drink if she’d get her a refill too. With that deal, Kate said goodbye to Carol and Daisy and headed over to the bar.

Alone again, Daisy leaned in and said quietly, “Did you notice the guys’ names were Harry and David?”

“What?”

“Like the fruit baskets. You know, those pear and apple boxes vendors send to the office at Christmas.”

Carol laughed and tried not to spit out her drink. “Is it offensive if we start calling their group the fruit box?”

Daisy thought for a second. “Hm, or even more specific… How about the pears?”

“The As and Ps, the apples and pears society.” Carol bumped Daisy’s shoulder with her own.

Daisy laughed and bumped her back. Carol put down her drink and tickled Daisy’s bare side with her cold fingers.

“Don’t! Don’t. You’re gonna make me spill my drink.” Daisy laughed but got up and moved away, protective of her pink margarita slushie, and Carol pouted.

“Come back! I promise I won’t.”

Daisy gave her another chance, and, as soon as she was back, Carol pulled her in for a kiss, just because she could with no hesitations or dread of judgmental looks from strangers here. Somehow, their cold fingers didn’t bother each other this time.

Carol pulled away from the kiss slowly but still kept her attention fully focused on Daisy.

“What are you thinking about?” Daisy asked, noting the pride in Carol’s expression.

Carol shook her head slightly. “Just so glad we’re the ones giving that talk now.”

“I didn’t think we ever needed that talk?” Daisy tilted her head. “At least I didn’t. Did you?”

“Okay, I didn’t know enough about queer stereotypes to need that talk specifically,” Carol confessed. “But I just meant like, being the mentors. Giving hope to the youth. True love lives!”

Daisy giggled. “The youth? She’s like three, four years younger than us?”

“Graduation feels like a lifetime ago.”

“True that.” Daisy raised her glass and Carol toasted it. To all the life experiences they’d been through since then: internships ended and jobs started, a post-grad degree completed and another abandoned, family gained and lost, tears cried and comfort given, fights and compromises, the ache of time apart and frustration of too much time in each other’s space, the reunion sex and the makeup sex and the lazy Saturday slow-burn sex just because they could. From anxious nights in a dorm wondering if they could make it work and someday have what they only dared to dream about to the blissful but real post-wedding exhaustion now.

They drank their frozen cocktails and enjoyed observing the other guests. It was rare to be in a place so predominantly queer. Like on the boardwalk the night before, they could relax here.

“I can tell why they keep coming back,” Daisy admitted and nodded to David’s group as they gathered up their stuff to leave and went back to their rooms. “It’s different than a normal vacation.”

“Yeah, we don’t normally see that, for instance.” Carol gestured with her near-empty drink to the hot tub off to their right, where the androgynous 20- and 30-somethings they had been introduced to earlier had been replaced by two large, graying men, whose kisses were turning more and more passionate. Their wet T-shirts came off, and Daisy and Carol averted their gazes to allow them some privacy.

The only one left from David’s group was Jessica, who was far on the other side of the pool on the deck chairs with her sunglasses on and earbuds in with a book on her chest.

“Either napping or pretending to nap so no one will bother her. Smart,” Carol remarked. “Seems like a good idea to me. What do you say, time to go back inside?”

Daisy yawned in response at the mere suggestion. “Yeah, I guess so. The sun is making me sleepy. And the alcohol.”

They toweled off, slipped on their flip-flops, and put their empty glasses on a return tray at the bar, then headed up to their room for showers and a nap before they needed to get ready for their fancy dinner reservation at the resort restaurant.

#daisy johnson #carol danvers #aos #agents of shield #captain marvel #daisy x carol #carol x daisy #wlw #sapphic fic #femslash #lesbian carol danvers #bisexual daisy johnson #skywriting #honeymoon #kate bishop #tw: biphobia #(Mentioned but not active in the chapter)

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rosethornewrites · 9 months ago

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Over a decade ago, I graduated with an MFA in creative writing focused in fiction. I discovered that graduate school is mentally and psychologically draining and I had a mental health crisis during it.

It wasn’t just the workload, or the fact that they gave me the 7am classes to teach for 2 years (idk who I pissed off) while having grad classes that ended at 9pm. Or the fact that despite teaching I didn’t receive tuition remission.

No, the last year was especially bad because the university lost the professor I had come to work with because they disrespected them, and the other guy I was working with suddenly got a movie deal and his books translated into like 26 languages and he didn’t need to live in that shithole city anymore.

That left the narcissist, who I thought would be a good chair because he’s also part of the lgbtq+ community and I was writing queer lit.

Alas, he was not. He was an abusive jerk who once went on a rant in class because a few students were turning in drafts not ready for feedback, and so he felt the need to tell the entire class that none of us would ever get published. Who was the only fiction writer left to chair my committee, but who outright told me he didn’t “have time” to read my thesis. Who, when I emailed him a week in advance to ask for a letter of support for a grant, also sent me a response that he didn’t “have time.” Who wouldn’t sit down with me and talk about what he expected of my thesis (even length). In my mind I called him Douchebag McWhinypants.

One time he let an undergrad take our grad-level workshop. When she made an undergraduate mistake of writing outside her culture without enough research, we as her classmates were gentle in discussing why this was problematic in her short story. Unfortunately she was writing into the professor’s culture, and so when we were done he tore this poor little undergrad a new asshole. It ended with her crying in the bathroom and never coming back. One of the ugliest things I’ve ever seen, and certainly cast a pall over the rest of the semester.

At one point I found myself standing on the 4th floor of an open-air building, thinking about jumping, and I immediately went to the counseling center for help.

I figured if he wasn’t going to support me in any way, I didn’t want him on my committee. So I got the paperwork to kick him off and took it to the CW chair after filling it out. She was shocked I already had it filled out, and became my new thesis chair.

During my graduate reading, she introduced me with a lovely letter written by the person I had moved to work with, who was then gone. Meanwhile the narcissist introduced my classmate by talking solely about himself.

As a result, I haven’t picked up my partial novel/thesis, though I want to. It really made me doubt my own fiction writing abilities. Part of why I write fanfiction is an attempt to heal.

I’ve since published a couple of original short stories and a fuckton of poetry—well over 100 poems and a chapbook.

What I learned from this experience was how NOT to treat students. It was sadly not the only experience that taught me this.

Undergraduate and graduate school can be traumatizing experiences, particularly for queer, bipoc, and neurodivergent people.

It’s been over a decade and I’m honesty still dealing with it.

Douchebag McWhinypants is of course still teaching.

#writing #mfa #cn suicide ideation #trauma

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5sosfanfictioncatalogue · 1 year ago

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AO3 Fics (2) Masterlist

part one

Cards Are Dealt - @ashtcnirwin (elivigar) luke/ashton E, 100k

Summary: “You wanna… date me?” he asks eventually, when the silence is starting to feel loaded. “I don’t date and even if I did, I definitely wouldn’t be interested in dating you. I’d say no offense, but… full fucking offense.”

Ashton snorts. “Don’t flatter yourself, pumpkin, I have no interest in dating you either. Actually, the thought alone is exhausting and a little nauseating.”

Clenching his jaw, Luke grinds his teeth and shakes his head. “Then what do you want from me?”

“Sex. I already said that.”

A story about wants and expectations branching out and evolving without the knowledge or consent of those they belong to.

dream makes the sounds (that carry me so far away) (ao3) - kaleidoscopeminds luke/calum M, 36k

Summary: Luke's just got to California, on a trip to get away from his life for a while. Calum might be there for the same reason. When a chance meeting pushes them together, Luke might get more out of the four-week road trip than he ever imagined.

Eighteen (ao3) - boomercal luke/ashton E, 56k

Summary: Eighteen-year-old Luke is done putting up with his father and brothers so he takes his father's Corvette and credit card to track down Ashton Irwin. Who graduated a few years ahead of him and has a reputation for smoking, drinking and sleeping around; surely he'll be enough to make his dad meet his demands... right?

Energy Drinks, A Black Cat& Other Signs of Vampirism (ao3) - Headgehog_Louis007 michael/calum, luke/ashton T, 80k

Summary: "What? it's just garlic bread."

"Aren't vampires like.. I mean.. don't they not like garlic?"

A fic in which Michael is a vampire and every trope about vampires is wrong.

Green Light (ao3) - SpencerKnight ot4 E, 181k

Summary: Class is an age old concept--almost as old as the concept of human slavery, and in a world where buying humans is a standard behavior by those who can afford it, Luke's only hope as a member of the lower class is that he falls into the hands of a decent buyer--the hands of Ashton Irwin and his partners. Luke knows he has one chance to please his buyers or he risks getting put back on the market, but he's thrown for a loop when Ashton admits that Luke is the one that gets to call the shots. In an attempt to find security with the trio, Luke braces himself and gives them the green light to do whatever they want with him.

He had no idea they would refuse.

Heartache in the Director's Chair (ao3) - Emmybazy luke/calum T, 19k

Summary: Calum wants to make it as an actor. His world gets turned upside down when Ashton Irwin, the executive producer, casts him to play the lead in a movie with the famous actor, Michael Clifford directed by Hollywoods golden boy director, Luke Hemmings. Luke Hemmings' reputation of being cool, calm, and collected precedes him, so why is he treating Calum so oddly?

Or; Luke is smitten by Calum and Calum is oblivious. They make a movie.

interlude (ao3) - galacticsugar michael/luke T, 36k

Summary: As Michael positions his camera to capture a photo of the venue marquee, it suddenly hits him that Luke isn’t just a name on the sign. His show is tonight. He’s probably here, right now, somewhere in the venue, or at least nearby, maybe hitting up one of the trendy downtown coffee shops or jogging around the lake.

“Michael?”

…or right behind him. His voice sounds the same.

It's a hell of a feeling though (ao3) - thenewbrokenscene michael/luke M, 58k

Summary: [AU, actor/model Luke and musician Michael]

After a recent scandal and the subsequent publicity nightmare, Luke Hemmings doesn't need any more trouble. He's just trying to enjoy his best friend's birthday party. But who the fuck invited Michael Clifford?

kissing at the stop signs darling (ao3) - fffearless ot4, luke/ashton T, 7k

Summary: "I think, guys," Ashton says finally, and everyone is all ears. "We need to get away." He gives Luke's knee a quick squeeze. "Let me just get us some more milkshakes."

(Or where the boys hate how boring everything is and take a self-realisation road trip to help sort it all out)

let me love you - @sup3rbloom (haveufoundwhaturlookingfor) luke/ashton T, 10k

Summary: Luke Hemmings is a rockstar with a troubled past. He's struggling with an alcohol addiction and a career that's going downhill, but Calum isn't giving up on him. Calum suggests Luke a fake boyfriend to help keep the bad press away. That's where Ashton comes in, Ashton who is an embodiment of sunshine. Luke's hesitant due to his failed past relationships, but he agrees, because he knows this is what he needs to save his career.

Lost Hearts (ao3) - CliffordAffliction ot4 E, 177k

Summary: Ashton, Luke, Calum and Michael live in four different worlds in high school and each one of them is in love with someone who loves someone else. This can't possibly end well...or can it?

No Shame (ao3) - valiantnerd (arareads) ot4 E, 11k

Summary: Everyone makes wild offers and pleas as dirty talk, it just so happens that Luke has three rather giving bandmates who'll make every single one of his wildest dreams come true.

Even if—or especially when—it means fucking him on stage.

Scene 14 - @daydadahlias (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias)) luke/ashton, michael/crystal, roy/calum, kaykay/sierra E, 128k

Summary: It's one of the first lessons you learn. There’s a difference between performing and acting.

Actors are intellectuals; they’re poets with their expression and the way their voices hit the air. Performers, by comparison, are children, ignorant and too bright for their own good. No one wants to admit to being only a performer. If you’re anyone worth anything, you want to be an actor.

And Luke is not an actor, but Ashton is.

Or, the one where Luke hates Ashton but has to pretend to be in love with him for five months for his acting final except for the fact that maybe he isn't pretending anymore.

secrets no longer kept - @sup3rbloom (haveufoundwhaturlookingfor) ot4, luke/calum/ashton, michael/ashton T, 9k

Summary: Michael had only wanted to help when he decided to disguise himself as a beta. Their alpha was becoming stressed. Unfortunately for Michael, one slip up causes his mates to find out his secret. His mates react accordingly when they find out Michael's been an omega this whole time.

Somewhere in Neverland (ao3) - HeartnArrow luke/ashton N/R, 51k

Summary: high school lashton au where best friends, ashton and luke hook up at a party and everything changes.

The Bass Player (ao3) - boomercal calum/ashton E, 69k

Summary: It's his first big tour with his relatively newly joined band, opening for his favourite band in highschool. So what if he's always found the drummer hot, nothing's going to come of it, and it would unprofessional if something did happen.

the flatmate arrangement (ao3) - kaleidoscopeminds luke/calum T, 20k

Summary: Hi Calum/Poor Struggling Paralegal, So I’ll be upfront with you. It’s a one-bed flat. I also live here. HOWEVER before you delete this and think I’m a freak, I work nights so I wouldn’t be here anytime you would be. You can have the flat exclusively from 6 pm to 8 am, Saturday night and all day Sunday. Understand this sounds like a bit of a crazy arrangement but I could do with the cash, let me know what you think?

Luke Hemmings (Poor Struggling Children’s Nurse)

A 'The Flatshare' AU

Tidal Wave - @ashtcnirwin (elivigar) luke/ashton E, 127k

Summary: “We talked about it before we went over to fetch you,” Ashton starts, “and Michael talked it over with Liz, and we decided that you shouldn’t live on your own for the time being.”

“You decided that I shouldn’t live on my own,” Luke repeats. “Sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but I’m an adult who can make his own decisions.”

Ashton smiles, but it’s thin and void of humour. “You’re staying with me for a while, Luke.”

A story about figuring out how to handle the difficulties life throws at you, on your own and with the help of loved ones.

Trapped Under Your Spell (ao3) - mariawritesstuff (orphan_account) luke/calum N/R, 26k

Summary: Calum opens his eyes and grins. From where he is, he can see Luke smiling down at him. The sun is shining from behind Luke’s head and from Calum’s position it kind of looks like Luke himself is the sun. Calum is momentarily stunned.

Or, A Hogwarts Cake AU where the boys are the boys and feelings are caught/have been there all along.

unlikely lighthouses (ao3) - asymmetric Michael/Calum E, 37k

Summary: In the middle of the North American leg of the ROWYSO tour, Calum builds a friendship bracelet and Michael starts to have dreams of another version of them

#5sosfanfictioncatalogue #5sos fanfic #5 seconds of summer #5sos #masterlists #ao3 #ao3 masterlist

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spindrifters · 2 years ago

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2022 Fic Roundup

In the later half of this year, I came back to two foundational parts of myself. Writing fanfiction, and Harry Potter. I've built a career in creative writing, and somewhere along the line lost sight of the spark of joy that comes from writing transformative works. After a difficult summer, I rediscovered that spark. And for the longest time, in light of *all that*, I hadn't known what to do with Potter and its core place in my development as a conscientious person in the world. In the same dark moment I realized that, like all foundational sacred text, the series was meant to be grappled with. Wrestled. Read resistantly. And what better way to do that than with fic? I've only been back in the game since October, but I'm so happy to have made it back at all. More than anything, I appreciate the incredible community I've found along the way.

Huge shout-out to @soloorganaas for the inspiration!

October

marginalia (105k & counting, WIP, Wolfstar, E) - This story began a long time ago. That part is already written. Nothing can be done about it now. It began with two young men—barely more than boys—who upended the world, magical and mundane alike. Grindelwald and Dumbledore, glorious leaders of the revolution, who brought wizardkind out of hiding and into the light during those last, violent days of 1899. But a winter's night seventy-seven years later is where things really kick off. Because Remus Lupin knows what to expect when you’ve been sold somewhere new. He knows it better than he ever thought he'd have to by this point. He knows how to survive. And Sirius Black is doing his best to just graduate Hogwarts and get himself and his brother away from this goddamn house in one piece. He's got it figured out by now. He has a plan. Neither of them, however, had accounted for the other messing everything up by the sheer fact of just existing. The most AU.

There’s an exceptionally long moment of silence between them, and Sirius would look away if he could. Would put the burning shame simmering at the pit of his gut somewhere else, only Remus’ hand is still clasped tight around his own bleeding nailbeds, holding fast, and isn’t that a wonder? His hands are just as strong, just as calloused and scarred and warm as he remembers. Only this is the first time Remus has ever touched him willingly. With purpose. Not because he thinks he has to, or because Sirius touched him first.

love has teeth (444, microfic, gen, T) - Hope Lupin loves her husband, she really does, but she’s a child of the war and the political passions that came with it and on the whole she really hasn’t got the time nor patience for the astounding ignorance and stupidity of Wizarding Britain. (Or how, somewhere along the way, Hope Lupin became the pack mum.)

Hope teaches James to cook, and gives Peter advice on girls, and becomes single-handedly responsible for Sirius’ obsession with motorbikes after letting him ride on the back of hers. She introduces the lot of them to jazz and skiffle and tells them stories of growing up with Communist parents in post-war London.

civilian (339, microfic, Tedromeda, T) - They figure it out at a café on a rainy Tuesday in April. (Or, the one where Ted and Andromeda elope.)

Theirs is a history of secrets, stolen kisses in old school corridors and excuses made to his family why she can never seem to come for dinner and trying not to flinch whenever words like purity and mudblood come out of her parents' mouths.

November

until our ribs get tough (4.8K, gen, M) - From the lost papers and mixed-up files of the marginalia universe. A day in the life of one Lily Evans, age eleven, takes an unexpected turn involving a twisted ankle, some contraband essence of murtlap, and a rumination on the nature of miracles. Same AU as marginalia.

They used to do this all the time when they were little. Hide amidst the mothballs and piled boxes stored beneath the metal springs, especially when the rain poured down like this. It was easier, then, to ignore the world outside in order to create their own. Imagined kingdoms where they were king and queen, or adventurers on the high seas searching out treasure galleys to attack. They’d known to keep quiet, even then. It’s been a minute since they were here last, but even Remus’ recent growth spurts aren’t enough to take away what’s really a sacred space.

December

the helper (1.3K, gen Wolfstar, T) - Remus is facing his first Hanuká away from home. Sirius would like to help. For Hanukkah Wolfstar Week 2022.

Sirius is, by this point, extremely lost. He understands about half of what his friend just said to him. What he understands perfectly well, however, is how to recognize that nonchalant sort of half-shrug, that casual way Remus then goes on to insist that it’s not actually a big deal and he’s fine, really, and it’s not that important a celebration, anyway. He knows what those things mean. They mean that Remus Lupin’s a bloody liar.

death by honey (1.7K, Wolfstar, T) - Stuck at St. Mungo's during Hanuká, Remus has resigned himself to spending the holidays alone. Sirius has other plans. For Hanukkah Wolfstar Week 2022.

So he’s resigned himself to missing all that. Resigned himself to maybe even missing his muggle relatives altogether if this lunar fever doesn’t clear up in time. Instead, he gets the sterile, broken-tiled lycanthropy ward, and tinny Christmas music filtering down from the floor above, and the pinch-faced, suspicious company of two trainee healers who must have done something truly unfortunate to end up banished down here over the holidays. What he doesn’t expect is to wake up from a nap to find Sirius Black sitting in the chair next to his bed.

forward motion (854, Wolfstar AU, M) - Mary brings over a present. None of the menfolk know what to do with it. Wolfstar raises Harry AU. For Hanukkah Wolfstar Week 2022.

So maybe it feels more personal than it should, but Sirius can’t shake that terror of mucking this all up and letting down not just Harry but James and Lily and Monty and Euphemia, too. And Remus — who still has two living parents who love him dearly — may never have had to depend on the Potters to pick the broken pieces of himself up off their doorway, but he still feels that same terror. That same responsibility. Harry deserves a childhood full of laughter and love and fun.

commercial allure (1K, Wolfstar, T) - On the second-to-last night of Hanuká, Remus decides that enough is enough. Sirius would beg to differ. For Hanukkah Wolfstar Week 2022.

“Pads,” he says at last, because he wasn’t going to say anything. Because this is his best mate of six years but somehow it’s become damn near impossible for Remus to even look at him lately without feeling flushed and awkward and like he’s just sprouted hands for the very first time and hasn’t got the first clue what to do with them. But he’s just found a very nice and very expensive-looking eagle-feather quill on his bedside table, wrapped up in silver paper, and that is altogether impossible to ignore.

a history of violence (1K, Wolfstar, E) - In the wake of the war's end, Remus and Sirius are learning how to trust each other again. Lily and James live AU. For Hanukkah Wolfstar Week 2022.

Sirius kisses the scar that slashes down his brow and lid, a gentle reminder to keep talking. This is what they do now, in the days since the end of October. Since the end of the war. This is what they have to do. Secrets, after all, nearly cost them everything.

pomegranates (2.5K, Wolfstar, M) - Sirius runs away from home over the winter holidays of fifth year. The problem is, James is in India and Moony kind of hates her right now. Genderfuck AU with transfem Sirius and cisfem Remus. For Hanukkah Wolfstar Week 2022.

Lyall Lupin opens the front door of the small Mayhill flat he shares with his wife and daughter to find Sirius Black, cold and dripping in the rainy Swansea night, shivering violently in nothing but a set of outrageously expensive silk dress robes. His first instinct is to slam the door in the girl’s face. His second — that of a father, who’s seen his child in pain too many times — wins out. Sirius is bleeding from somewhere just above her hairline and looks as though she’s been on the receiving end of a Confundus Charm. He lets her inside.

the story goes (1.5K, Wolfstar, M) - Remus knows all about survival. It's in his DNA. A study on lycanthropy, the Jewish diaspora, a blended family, and two boys in love. For Hanukkah Wolfstar Week 2022.

No one can know. Dad reminds him of that all the time, in the summer before he goes to school. He needn’t bother. Remus was raised on stories of refugee ancestors fleeing Valencia massacres for Moroccan shores, grew tall on days celebrating Esther and Yehudit’s necessary deceptions. He knows how to hide what others fear without making a single part of himself small.

yours if you want it (1K, Wolfstar, M) - Facing their first holiday season living together, Sirius and Remus stumble towards creating new traditions. For Hanukkah Wolfstar Week 2022.

“I’m trying to tell you you're allowed to have things, you knob. You get to make it mean what you like. You want a Christmas tree? Let’s get a bloody Christmas tree. I’ve never had one before but sod it, I want one if it makes you happy. We’re allowed to make our own traditions. And if you like any of the poncy Yule shite you grew up with instead, we can do that, too. Because that’s still yours, if you want it. Get me? Not theirs. Yours.”

#my fic #wolfstar #wolfstar fic #remus lupin #sirius black #andromeda black #ted tonks #fic roundup

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generalwildcat · 2 years ago

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Who do you think should sing “Scream” from HSM3 EJ or Ricky and why? I know EJ already graduate high school and he won’t be in the musical but it is still possible he could be the one that sings the song.

I gotta think about this one a minute. This is probably gonna be a bit....

From the standpoint of the series thus far, Ricky makes the most sense. He has played Troy already, he's done Troy's songs, he's been the lead, he's had how many big numbers...we know that Joshua Bassett can handle singing it. I can totally picture it.

From the emotional standpoint of the song, it better suits EJ. We know how much conflict EJ has. We know how much he's been struggling. We know how much pressure there is on him. On a surface level, it's not too different from Troy. And, likewise, we know Matt Cornett could sing the song just as well.

Scream is all about inner conflict. It was a massive number in HSM3. We couldn't just hear the confusion and struggle in Troy's voice. We could see it. His movements, his angst, even the scenery and the camera angles. Troy was stuck once again between the person he was expected to be and the person he wanted to be. Even though everyone accepted him as a 'musical singer person', they still figured he was going to pursue basketball. Because before he was even a musical singer person, he was the basketball guy. Music was so obviously just a side thing, right? But Troy was starting to learn something about himself. He enjoyed music. He enjoyed performing. With Gabriella, a whole new world was opened up to him. He was starting to think that maybe music could be part of his future. Maybe that's what he was meant to do. But the thing was, he still enjoyed basketball. He still wanted it in his life. But surely he couldn't have both. (Never mind that he was also struggling with Gabriella being so far away at Stanford, that's a whole other layer. But for the purposes of the song specifically, i'm focusing on the inner turmoil between the I Want and the I Should.)

Now at this specific point in time, with the end of the third season, i don't think Ricky or EJ have the exact same connection to the song that warrants one of them singing it over the other. But we know how much can change over the course of a season so anything can lead any of them to Scream (both singing Scream and literally screaming).

While we did see Ricky struggling with whether or not he should tell Gina how he felt about her during Season 3, as of the end of the season that already reached its conclusion. Does Ricky have anything else in him that could lead to Scream? To him needing that moment? While he does have conflict (as every character does), i don't think there's one specific thing sticking out that climaxes to a Scream moment. His dad's continuing relationship with Miss Jenn (i love her) and how he really feels about that; pressure to do this relationship with Gina right because he knows he not only screwed up with her before but he also made mistakes with Nini so he wants to get this right (no Frozen pun intended, it just magically happened); if he does play Troy again, can he do that right, as in can he do better than the first musical; what does his future look like, or, one step further, does he know what he's doing with his future. While those are all legitimate concerns and thoughts, again, i think how everything is handled, how the story goes, and how the season plays out determines if any of those or something yet to be seen/that i haven't mentioned determines wanting or expecting Scream from him.

Contradictory, EJ has had some of the biggest struggles of any character. And all throughout the course of one season. There is a lot that can bring him to Scream. To needing to Scream. There's the aftermath of the documentary getting released; how's that going to affect him; how does, if at all, it affect his relationship further with his dad; what does this mean for his future; how does EJ as a person deal with everything, both mentally and emotionally. There's the relationship between him and his dad that already exists; we know how much Cash expects of EJ; we saw how strained their relationship was in Season 3; we know that, even though his dad says one thing he goes back on it (yes you can take a gap year no wait actually i don't approve of that after all, you're going to a fancy pants school so you can be a real man (an exaggeration but you get what i mean)). EJ did graduate, but he's not going to college right away...so what happens now? And, if his primary support system was Val, who does he have to lean on now? What does he specifically have to look forward to?

From specifically the emotional standpoint, that ferocity and angst and drama behind the song itself? At this moment, i lean slightly more towards EJ singing Scream. It feels like there's more of a buildup to that from him compared to Ricky. As we've seen with the past few seasons, a person doesn't need to be in the musical or play a certain character to get their song. There are other ways of doing that and, for the most part, they've all been done well. So with that in mind, i agree that there's a chance it could end up being EJ. And, especially with the range of emotions he's had throughout Season 3, i'm excited to see how EJ would handle it.

From specifically the wanting aspect? Who i'd want to sing Scream? I lean more towards expecting Ricky to sing it. Whether i want that or not? I think it seems like i know who i want, but that doesn't mean that's who i do want or that i'm going to stick with that. For me, it's mostly gonna come down to the story. But at the end of the day, i'm just going to get excited when someone starts singing the song.... Or any song from the movie, to be honest 😆

Am i looking too much into this? Probably. For all i know, i'm trying to read so much in between the lines and over think it that i'm missing the obvious answer right in front of my face. What i do know is, from a musical and acting standpoint, while Joshua and Matt are no Zac Efron, both of them have enough ability to do the song justice. The trick is going to make us believe them the way that we believed Troy without trying to be Troy.

Or, you know, if they really wanted to throw us for a loop they could just have both Ricky and EJ singing the song and turning it into a duet where we see both of them struggling before they ultimately come together. But there's no way in hell that's gonna happen 🤣

#high school musical the musical the series #hsmtmts #hsm3 #high school musical 3 #scream #ricky bowen #joshua bassett #ej caswell #matt cornett #i'm thinking way too much about this

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wanderingstethoscope · 2 years ago

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When there is chaos, expect redirection

I stared at my phone screen as I stuggled to breathe; my chest tightening, my mind in a daze as I slowly dissociated from reality. It was a coping mechanism that my body naturally takes up; especially when overwhelmed. My fingers worked quicker than my brain, as I punched the keyboard on my phone; the text reading; “Hey, would 1 more vet i.e. me, be suitable for your practice?”. I hit “send”.

“Ya the new grad fell through.” the reply read.

“Fell through?”

“She didn’t come ya.”

Well then.

You see, that first clinic that I was working for was anything any newly graduate veterinarian would hope for. There was a tremendous amount of support, with just the loveliest techs and receptionists. I felt so lucky to be part of the team...or so I thought.

Getting huge support is one thing, but, being constantly watched like a hawk, being judged at every single move you make? That is a different story altogether. 2 weeks in....come 3. Every day, I would feel more and more unlike myself. I felt like a puppet on strings. I would stumble over my words, due to the fear of looking stupid. When you are already so hard on yourself, any single tiny mistake you make, feels devastating and mentally exhausting.

6 weeks in....was when I decided, that enough is enough. It was a funny story, really, that the sequence of events that occured after, brought me to where I am meant to be today, at my current veterinarian practice.

2 days before I handed in my resignation letter, I was walking along the streets at night, with slippers. I heard a squeak, and before I knew it, my right big toe was oozing with blood. Ouch. The next thing I knew; was my father frantically trying to dial emergency services, and my mother grabbing my hand, fast-walking me to the nearest clinic. Yes, a rat bit my toe. I’m glad it did; because what followed within the next 2 days was some time off from work to gather my thoughts. I did have a fever, and toileting issues...but those were not exactly clouding my mind. The constant feeling of not being good enough no matter how much energy has drained out of you due to already putting in more than you can physically and emotionally handle? Was this my breaking point? Turns out it was.

I accepted an interview and day-trial with another veterinary practice not too far from my intial one. They were considering multiple canditates at the time. Oh, and apparently they already hired someone else before, but they didn’t show up on their work day. Everything went smoothly that day, and I was pretty much hired on the spot. Not only that, they were willing to buy me in since I had to give at least a month’s notice to my initial practice unless it was paid forward, but the new practice was hoping that I could report to work the next week. That wasn’t the only thing; they were willing to put me on solo charge.

Solo charge. Most new veterinary graduates would cringe or shy away from the idea. To be honest, I would have as well, IF I hadn’t had experienced what I experiened at my first practice. This was my chance to experience the opposite end of the spectrum.

Welcome to the deep end, Doc.

Bring it. I accepted the offer.

2 weeks into my new practice, I have done, single-handedly, all kinds of cases; from itchy skin, to the vomiting dog, the cat with diarrhoea, acute sneezing, coughing, the old Chihuahua with heart failure. Clients were already asking to see me specifically, something that really touched my heart. I felt like I belonged, and valued, where I am now. The number of consults and cases I managed within the first 2 weeks at my new practice was incomparable to the number I did at my previous practice. I felt so like myself, I had the freedom to display empathy towards my clients, provide them with options in terms of treatment and management for their furry friends, and allow them the freedom to choose from those options. I was forming amazing connections, and most of my consults ended up with smiling clients.

However, there is no doubt that there is always going to be somebody more experienced than me, and knows more than me, but what I also do know, is that we never stop learning. I know when to reach out for help whenever I needed to. The safety, wellbeing and health of my patients and clients are the top-most important factors to me, and I would do everything and anything in my power to ensure that is taken care of. That includes, seeking a secondary opinion, or referal, both of which I have no problems doing whenever I feel that I need to.

There was one thing though; a client brought in her kitten to see me when I was at my previous practice. Before she left, she turned to me and said, “I really do hope you stay, you’re so good with my cat, I want to see you again the next time I visit.” How bittersweet. I would never forget that client, nor her cat.

I cannot be more thankful for where I am today. The worst thing I could have done to myself because of imposter syndrome, was to give up....and I know for a fact that that isn’t me.

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Hello 🥰 here I come after 3 main quest and 543 side quests!! Just to give you commentary of the last chapter/jjjj

(I know you said I didn't have to obligatorily leave a comment, but I really enjoy it and feel a bit frustrated with myself if I promise/say something and end up not doing it ajshajsha I guess it's a matter of principle)

Uuhh, big spoilers ig if someone who hasn't already read last chapter does read this ????

KUWABARA MY LOVE! I love how you write him (who am I kidding, I love how you write the main cast, and the side characters and the antagonists and the—) like, he is so sweet?? But also very impulsive. Which ends up being very endearing if not a bit embarrassing (but like, second hand and not by a lot). I can relate to his want to have his favourite series finished, but also that Wakaba's agency is shitty and they treated her like,, real bad.

On the other hand I feel so bad for Wakaba :( I imagine that if you end up doing a series you want to end it the best way possible so the fact that she had to sacrifice years of work just because her agency did what they did... I hope she can finish it--

The whole chapter was super nice and the pacing was good, in the sense that it felt imminent that the secret was going out. I liked a lot the way Kurama was a bit flustered (I guess, with Kurama being Kurama?) when Kuwabara went barging in lol

Also!!! THE GIRLIES ARE HERE. I love them. Togashi should have given them so much more screentime!!!! Yukina my beloved aaaaa I'm looking forward to the shenanigans now that they are there.

But for the most shocking part of the chapter (for me) HIEI. SHORT KING. I truly wasn't expecting him at all?? I knew you would introduce him at some point but I definitely didn't think it would be in that chapter, you were truly spoiling us. He came all the way because he was worried about Yukina, and Wakaba's first and only reaction after all that had happened to her that week was: Do I get another futon?

She has me rolling ajshajsha there is something about deadpan characters = comedic relief that's very true. I think it's the essence of your characters, being effortlessly funny without trying lol I'm always happy when I read one of your stories 💞

I don't have much more to say, I was saving some comments for the ao3 but I don't think I will make it before you update the next one lolol uni's tfg is killing me already in October, I don't want to see myself in May ajsgajsvshws oTL

Anyways if I remember anything else I wanted to comment on, I will send you another ask filled with love 🫶

I hope you have a super nice next week!!! 🤗

Full disclosure, I've been having a couple of crappy weeks health wise and haven't worked on ALC since I posted chapter 6, but in the spirit (haha see what I did there) of the holiday I promise I'm going to spend the afternoon of the 31st and the 1st editing just so you can read it before you graduate also holy shit, where has time gone???

You know, you've made realize parallels between this and the situations that pop up in fandoms when someone involved in production is revealed to have done something awful. I think it's natural to go "NOOO MY BLORBOS" when you're invested, those feelings can't come at the expense of the people who've been harmed, and Kuwabara's 100% the type to prioritize people, no matter how disappointed he may be. I would be gutted if I were in Wakaba's shoes as well - nobody wins in this situation, except the publishing house that's raking it in thanks to the controversy.

I feel she's getting better though, having so many people around and a mystery to unravel hasn't left her a lot of time to be miserable. Another unexpected guest? Sure, whatever, she'll set up another bed, what difference will it make at this point. Maybe this will end up being a blessing in disguise. Maybe.

Thanks so much as always for sending these asks. ❤ They make my day every time. Best of luck with that TFG!

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2018/12/16 -

It’s the end of Engeki Haikyuu ‘The Strongest Team’. Team Aoba Johsai!

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#haikyuu stage play #aoba johsai #asuma kousuke #kousuke asuma #kohatsu allen #kanai sonde #shirakashi judai #kanda masakazu #sakamoto kouta #saitou kenshin #kitamura keito #yamagiwa kaito #MY BOYS #their part in the story already done? so I can only expect them to graduate when the new stage is announced ;;#my post

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Hi! I would like to make a request if I may? Can you do a smutty/fluffy where the reader is pregnant and super horny and wakes Eddie up in the middle of the night for it? He's normally all soft daddydom but he's just like "take what you need from me" and then reader is semi embarrassed about it...

I Waited All Day...

(18+ only)

a/n: thank you so much for being my first requester, hope you love it! (sorry about it taking like a thousand words to get to the actual smut. i am physically incapable of just getting to the good part of a fic and MUST write a whole ass backstory)

summary: Eddie's more than happy to be woken up by his girl in the middle of the night when her pregnancy hormones are making her needier than usual.

wordcount: 4.2k

tags/warnings: fem!reader, established relationship, VERY vague mentions of reader having a troubled past, reader being forced to move out of her mother’s house, very small drug mention, use of pet names (babe, beautiful, handsome, sweetheart, sweet girl), talks of marriage, pregnancy, mentions of masturbation (f), brief mention of oral (f receiving), p in v penetration, daddy kink, praise kink, unprotected sex (she’s already preggo and they’re monogamous, otherwise yeah use a condom y’all), no use of y/n

People like to talk. When you first moved to Hawkins during your senior year, you were everyone’s favorite topic of conversation. From the moment you first walked through the school’s halls, they expected you to fit in one of the boxes created for you. The idea of fresh meat excited them, and students from all different social cliques flocked to you, trying to figure out your deal. They wanted to know if you were going to be the ‘Party Girl’, or the ‘Cheerleader’, or the ‘Girl Next Door’. It wasn’t until the self-designated popular crowd of Hawkins High was escorting you to the cafeteria and you excitedly pointed out the flier on the bulletin board with a cartoon D20 that they realized you weren’t going to be one of them.

Eddie Munson had been your rock throughout that tough last year of school. Moving so late in your educational career was definitely not ideal, but it was necessary due to unforeseen circumstances. When you eventually told Eddie about everything, he was there for you in a way you never thought you’d be lucky enough to get, and he understood how you felt considering he’d had a less-than-perfect life himself. Having him to talk to without the fear of being pitied or being a burden made you feel safe, and it wasn’t long until you were falling in love. Thankfully, he felt the same way, and your fairytale love story had begun. But once again, people like to talk. And stare. The criticizing looks whenever you would walk to class hand in hand were not subtle, and the whispered rumors were judgmental to say the least. Still, you were happy. The happiest you had been in a very long time. It was you and Eddie, everything else was background noise.

When you graduated and he stayed behind to retake his senior year, everyone was shocked that you didn’t break up with him. Especially your mother, who assumed he was just a rebellious phase and that you’d be done with him once high school was behind you. When another year passed, and Eddie was once again informed that he would be repeating his senior year, she gave you an ultimatum: break up with him or move out. So you started living with Eddie and his uncle at the trailer park. It was a tight squeeze, but it would hopefully only be until graduation, and Wayne was happy to see his nephew so in love. Summer came and went, you were working as a waitress at a local diner and Eddie was going to school and bussing tables at the Hideout on nights when his band wasn’t playing. The both of you made plans for your future together, saving money to get the hell out of Hawkins. When Eddie took the pregnancy test out of your shaking hands and looked up at you with excited eyes, you thanked your lucky stars you had already put a down payment on a mobile home.

As it would turn out, it wasn’t just the kids you went to high school with who liked to talk, the people at the diner did too. Your coworkers never liked your boyfriend, always making comments behind their hands about his tattoos and ripped jeans. They would pull you aside and ask why you hadn’t dumped him yet whenever he pulled up in his van to take you home at the end of your shift. Your answer in the past had always been the same. “Because,” you would say while rolling your eyes, “he’s the love of my life.” The look on everyone’s faces when your answer finally changed to “Because he’s the father of my child,” was absolutely priceless. According to them, you were making the mistake of your lifetime by having a baby at 20, and Eddie would bail the first chance he got. Little did they know that Eddie had taken the responsibility of parenthood very seriously. His grades were already significantly better than they had been in previous years, ensuring that he would receive his diploma next month, and he was taking every extra shift he could at the bar while continuing to sell for Reefer Rick. It was still scary as hell, but your due date wasn’t until the end of November. He and you would be fully settled into your new home together by then, nursery painted and ready for your bundle of joy.

The one bad thing about Eddie’s determination to take as much of the stress off of you as he could was that he had a lot of busy days. Of course he made absolutely sure to set aside time for you, but on this particular day he was out of the trailer from sunrise to sunset. He woke you up gently with a kiss to the forehead before kissing you in some other places (you would have been annoyed that he almost made you late to work, but honestly the orgasm was worth it). After dropping you off at the diner, he booked it to school, where he and the rest of the Hellfire Club stayed after the final bell had rung to play a couple hours of his latest campaign (that you sadly couldn’t join in on considering you helped plan it). His final destination before coming home was the Hideout, where he was scheduled to work until midnight. This meant you’d likely not see him until the next morning, considering he was always extra careful to not wake you when climbing into bed.

As for your own day after being dropped off, you had a pretty bad bout of morning sickness during the breakfast rush. Apparently no one likes to watch their waitress exit the restaurant in a rush so she can empty the contents of her stomach into the very visible-from-the-window trash can, so your boss sent you home at 11am instead of 2pm. Thankfully, your tables were understanding, and made sure to leave you hefty tips and encouraging words of advice on motherhood. Their sweetness combined with your hormones nearly made you cry on the bus ride home.

Speaking of hormones, you were horny. It was hard not to be when you had a boyfriend like Eddie, who fucked you brainless and knew exactly how to talk dirty to you with words that would play on repeat in your head for weeks afterward. Currently, memories of last night were the main cause for the wetness in between your legs. Eddie had you pinned down by the wrists and was pummeling in and out of you. You came after his promise of fucking you in every room against every surface once you finally moved into your place together.

When you arrived home from work three hours early and explained that you got sick, Wayne was concerned. Once you changed into some sweats and one of Eddie’s shirts, he made you rest on the couch as he got lunch ready, and you ate together while watching TV. Sneaking off to ‘take care’ of yourself wasn’t an option, and you wouldn’t want to do that with uncle Wayne in the house anyway. Eventually, the evening came and he had to leave for his night shift at the plant, so you were left alone. The second the front door shut, you were flopping down onto the bed and shoving your hand into your panties. Relief was illusive, unfortunately. Instead of pleasured moans the room was filled with frustrated grunts. After having Eddie’s fingers, your own just weren’t the same. You begrudgingly gave up and gave in to your exhaustion, quickly falling into a deep sleep.

After what felt like mere minutes, your heavy eyes were blinking open. The light from the sunset was completely gone, and there was a warmth pressed into your back and wrapped around your torso. Carefully, you rolled over and smiled at Eddie’s relaxed face. You loved his loud personality and sarcastic humor, but during the nighttime- when you got to see the side of him no one else saw- that’s when you fell in love all over again. The door was slightly cracked, letting in a small amount of light from the hallway (Eddie says he likes to watch you sleep while he drifts off). Although it was dim, you could still see how beautifully peaceful he looked as he slept beside you. Glancing over at the nightstand showed the alarm clock reading ‘12:31’, meaning that Eddie got home probably around ten minutes ago, stripped down to his boxers, slipped his rings and necklace off onto the dresser, took you into his arms, and promptly passed out. The devil on your shoulder is reminding you of the arousal that’s been bothering you all day, while the angel is telling you to let him rest. You know you should, he’s obviously drained from such a long day and he has school in seven hours, but the pulsing between your legs is not easy to ignore. Seeing his chest tattoos on full display wasn’t doing you any favors in the ‘let him get some sleep’ department either.

“Babe,” you whisper as you lightly shake his shoulder, “babe, wake up.” His eyes scrunch up adorably, and even when they finally open it’s clear that he’s still not fully conscious.

“Huh- wha?” he mumbles before blinking slowly a few more times. He stretches his arm out above his head and you watch his pupils dilate when his eyes focus on you. “Hey there, beautiful,” he says more clearly. A smile grows on his face while his hand finds its way to your cheekbone, caressing you softly.

You smile back, but bite your lip as you prepare to tell him why you woke him up in the middle of the night after he worked a seven hour shift. “Hey yourself, handsome.”

He blushes at the compliment until he realizes it’s not morning yet, and his eyebrows furrowed together. “Wait, what’s wrong? Is everything okay? Do you need something? Is it the baby?” he starts rambling worriedly.

To be fair, this was rather uncommon behavior from you. Ever since the start of your relationship, having sex with Eddie was one of your favorite things in the world, but that didn’t mean you weren’t still shy about it. He did his best to break you out of your comfort zone and let you know that it’s okay to ask for what you need, but even after almost three years together you still were in the habit of waiting for him to initiate intimacy.

“I’m fine, the baby’s fine,” you reassure him while rubbing your hand up and down his chest. “I just- um, well I missed you all day,” you try to explain, hoping he picks up on what you’re trying to say.

His frantic expression immediately calms. “Aw, sweetheart,” he croons with a soft peck to the tip of your nose, “I missed you too. I always miss you when you’re not around.” Giggling anxiously, you look away. He rests his hand over yours to still your subconsciously fiddling fingers on his chest. “Is my girl getting shy? Tell me what you need.”

Warmth overtakes your cheeks as you lean in closer to whisper even quieter, “I… need you.” As you say this, your hand travels down his torso to the waistband of his boxers, and your thighs flex as they squeeze together.

His eyes light up excitedly, both at the prospect of sex and your uncharacteristic boldness. “Do you, now?” he asks, his voice lowered seductively as his own hand makes its way to your side and pulls you closer to him, your pelvises flush together. “My sweet girl needs me? You need daddy’s cock?”

A shaky moan escapes from the bottom of your throat the moment he calls himself that. It wasn’t completely new territory, you’d both experimented with using that word since the beginning of your relationship, but he definitely used it more frequently since learning the good news last month.

“Please, daddy,” you whine, “I waited all day. Don’t tease me.”

“All day, huh?” he hums as his fingers hook underneath the elastic of your sweatpants, dipping into your underwear and grazing your wet folds. His eyebrows shoot up. “Fuck, sweetheart. You’re soaked.”

“I told you!” you exclaim as you start rutting your hips against his hand. Taking the hint, he immediately starts circling your clit after leaning in to passionately lock lips with you. You struggle to return the kiss, your mouth stuck in an open ‘O’ shape as your hand fists in his long hair. Your moans only grow louder as you seek out your climax, his quiet voice guiding you there with sweet words.

“You’re so perfect, so fucking sexy like this,” he praises, “I can’t believe how good you are for me. Always so ready. Waiting for me, all wet and willing in our bed.” Eddie liked to do that, remind you that this bed was both yours and his. He loved the word ‘our’, loved to establish that the rest of your lives would be shared together. “Did you touch yourself while you waited for me to come home, beautiful?”

“Y- yes,” you answered truthfully, “but it wasn’t the same. Couldn’t finish” Although there wasn’t much light in the bedroom, and your vision was starting to blur, you knew your boyfriend well enough to know that this complaint brought a smug smirk to his face.

“No?” he asks, his fingers changing direction on your clit and circling the opposite way. The sudden adjustment has you gasping and throwing your head back, and he seizes the opportunity to kiss your neck for a moment, before going back to his questioning. “Why wasn’t it the same?”

The memory of your failed attempts at orgasm forces a frustrated groan from you. “Not the same without you,” you explain, confused as to how this wasn’t obvious already. “Not as good without you with me. When I can’t feel you, hear you… Just not the same.”

“I’m sorry, sweet girl,” he apologizes. He truly does sound sorry now, the mocking lilt in his tone vanishing, “I wish I was there for you earlier, don’t want my girl to suffer.”

Trying to clear your head enough to respond is a challenge, especially when you’re sure your orgasm is so close, but you manage to do it anyway. “Don’t have to say sorry,” you soothe him, “you’re here for me now. You’re always here for me.”

“And I will be, for the rest of our lives,” he promises, full of emotion. Then, your stomach flips as his words turn lustful, the vibrations from his deepened voice piercing through you almost violently. “Doing so good, fucking yourself on my fingers. That feel good like that, babe?” he questions, “You want it faster? Harder? I’ll give you anything you need.”

“I need you!” you cry out. “Please, I want you to fill me up, stretch me out. I need you to fuck me,” you cry, but make no efforts to move away from his hand.

“I will, I will,” he promises, “I just wanna watch my favorite girl cum this way first. Then you’ll get daddy’s cock filling you up, that’s what you want right?”

You clench around nothing, and nod your head rapidly. The heat in your belly only grows as Eddie continues his motions. It pushes you over the edge when he starts sucking on your pulse point, the exact spot on your neck that he knows drives you crazy. You can no longer hold off your climax, and you cling to him helplessly as he helps you to ride out your orgasm. During your release, you shake and whimper against him as he shushes into your ear while stroking your hair with his free hand. All that can be heard is a chorus of ‘Eddie, Eddie, Eddie. Oh Eddie’.

“There you go, sweetheart, there you go,” he comforts through your aimless babbling moans. “I’ve got you. Let go.”

The stinging sensation of overstimulation starts to set in, causing you to squeeze your thighs shut, but that only traps him in place. Your whines grow higher in pitch as the pleasure and pain mixture becomes too much to bear, and you feel Eddie smirk against your heated skin. Finally, he takes pity on you and lifts his hand from your center, only to close his eyes and moan as he licks his fingers clean of your juices. You roll over onto your back and turn your head to watch as you try to regain regular breathing. While he’s busy lapping up the last of the glistening mess you left behind, you sit up to pull off his shirt that you’re still wearing and toss it across the room. Immediately, you feel his callused hands gliding gently up your side and just under your chest, careful to not be too rough knowing that your breasts have become much more sensitive during your pregnancy.

“So perfect,” he murmurs, and you’re not even sure he realizes he said it out loud. He follows you into a sitting position and kisses you devotedly before pulling away to whisper, “I love you.” You shudder as you feel his soft breath on your swollen lips.

“I love you, too,” you respond back breathily, pushing back down onto his pillow. “Lay back, sweetheart,” you demand, “Daddy had a long day, so I’ll do the work, okay?”

You notice his cock twitch in his boxers as he smiles up at you lovingly with a nod. In seconds, your pants and underwear are discarded and tossed across the room as well, and Eddie lifts his hips to assist you in removing his single piece of clothing. His erection springs up, and even after all this time you can’t help the reaction it causes. Your mouth waters as you bite your lips, you feel a warmth grow once more in your lower stomach, and your eyes glaze over. Finally, after all day of waiting for this moment, you throw your leg over him and slowly slide down his length.

You both instantly let out relieved groans, and his fingers curl in on the flesh of your waist, leaving crescent shaped indents where his nails dig into you. The sting only adds to your enjoyment, sending more of that fuzzy feeling to your head and making it hard to think about anything else but how badly you want to stay like this forever. Flattening your hands on his chest, just under the ink of his tattoos, you brace yourself as you start to rock up and down. The stretch is exactly what you’ve been craving for hours, and the instantaneous relief that washes over you is almost enough to make you cry. He reaches so unbelievably deep inside of you, and as usual the entire time he is unable to keep his mouth shut.

“So good, babe. You feel so good,” he growls. “So fucking tight, and warm. Like a fucking dream. How did I get so lucky?”

“I’m the lucky one,” you correct, arms giving out under you making you collapse onto him. Your foreheads meet as your lips fumble against each other, not quite able to correctly kiss through the loud and needy moans filling the room. His tongue enters your mouth, licking across your bottom row of teeth, and your face scrunches as you focus on chasing your high.

“You like that, don’t you? God, are you gonna cum already?” he asks after a couple minutes when he notices your rhythm faltering. Trying to hold off was futile, the bliss was overwhelming. “We just started, beautiful. You’re so much more sensitive now.”

“Pl- please, daddy,” you start to beg. For what, you’re not sure. Your cheeks burn with embarrassment. While you had (of course) always loved sleeping with Eddie, the dial turned up to eleven with your recent change in hormones. You still were unaccustomed to feeling so desperate for him all the time, and although the constant begging you were doing nowadays was humiliating, you’ve found you just can’t help it. “Please, I- I need…”

“What does my girl need?” he urges you on when your fragil voice trails off.

“I need your cum,” you finish. “I want it inside, I wanna feel it leaking out of me tomorrow at work, reminding me I’m yours.” As you confess these lewd desires, he starts cursing softly to himself. His grip tightens, bouncing you up and down on his cock with reckless abandon.

“My sweet, shy girl. Not so shy now, are you?” he asks, head thrown back and clearly on the brink. “Not when you’re fucked out, so desperate for my cum.”

Your hips start to stutter as you grow frantic, your release getting harder and harder to hold back. “Please, I need it, daddy. I want you to fill me up.”

“Sound so good begging for me. Daddy’s gonna fill you up,” he promises, and you feel his cock twitching as it hits you directly on you g-spot over and over, torturing you with pleasure. “Gonna fuck you full, till you can’t hold anymore.”

The final string snaps. You feel all the blood in your body rushing to your head as you curl in on yourself and call out his name over and over, him doing the same with yours. Slick moisture coats your thighs, dirty from the mess you’ve made together, and you’ve lost all strength to continue grinding. Eddie has graciously taken over, his fingers splayed over your hips as he thrusts up into you, the bed frame creaking loudly. Along with the steady rhythm of the bed meeting the wall, there’s an obscene squelching noise that only draws out your orgasm, and you’re surprised at how much the filthy sound turns you on. After needing this for so long, your body rewards you with a longer than usual release, and Eddie rides along with you throughout its duration. When the feeling finally comes to an end, you lift yourself off of your boyfriend and fall exhausted to his side, closing your eyes in embarrassment when he wastes no time turning to you to scoop up any of his seed that had leaked out and push it back inside. Although he’s gentle in doing so, a pathetic sounding whimper still escapes you.

Minutes pass as you both take some time to recover. Your heartbeat is still going wild when he raises his hand to gently comb his fingers through your hair. “God, I love you,” he murmurs, “Gonna make you mine soon.”

You try to look up at him, but your neck feels too weak, too sore from the straining it just went through. Your gaze peers up at him through thick eyelashes, and you see that he’s looking down at you as well. “I love you too, Eddie,” you respond, “I’m already yours.”

“Gonna buy you a real pretty ring,” he continued, as if you said nothing. “Almost as pretty as you. Not prettier, cause that’s impossible.” Warmth spreads over your entire body, settling in your diaphragm. The topic of marriage has been brought up before, but you can tell he’s more serious now, the youthful emptiness to those promises now disappeared. “Real soon, I promise. Just gotta move in and have the baby, then I can buy it.”

“Soon. We only gotta be patient for a little bit longer,” you comfort him. In the past, he had confided in you his disappointment that he couldn’t propose sooner. Truth be told, you would be happier than ever going down to the courthouse and signing a few papers, but he absolutely insists on buying you a ring and having a huge ceremony and reception. He said he wants to show how much he loves you, and when you protested by saying he proved his love a long time ago, he countered by admitting he wants to show everyone how lucky he got by having you fall in love with him. If waiting to have a ceremony is what’ll make him happy, then you decided you can wait as long as it’ll take. There were only a few more things on the to-do list before you could start planning: save up as much as you can before taking maternity leave, pack up and move out, have the baby, and… “And we definitely need to buy a new mattress before moving in, too.”

“What are you talking about?” he exclaims, looking at you wildly. “This mattress is where we conceived our child!”

You roll your eyes as a sudden laugh breaks out of you. “This mattress is like, one of six places where our child could have been conceived,” you argue as visions of late nights in Eddie’s van and secret meetings in the Hawkins High theater room flood your memories. “And it’s covered in stains.”

Eddie laughs along with you as he rubs up and down your back. “Fine,” he concedes, “but this is the most statistically likely place. And those stains are half your fault, you know? This bed has too many good memories,” he finishes while wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. He has a point. This dirty mattress does have a lot of good memories.

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