#there are a bunch of other ocs that came to mind but I wanted to do more people I talk to often but I might draw some other dolls

[thetwstwildcard]

"Does this mean today is my un-unbirthday?"

Today (September 3rd) is my birthday and so it's also Lyss's birthday ~ ♡

Featuring some beloveds:

Alek belongs to my boy

Petva belongs to @twsted-princess

Camilla belongs to @fumikomiyasaki

Rosa belongs to @multydoodles

Keres and Wyn belong to @terrovaniadorm

Anna belongs to @circuscarnage

Garnet and Howl belong to @just-patchy

Heartslabyul is my favorite dorm so I had to pick some ocs out (plus two oc Lyss ships) along with Riddle and Che'nya

I wanted to keep mostly in the dorm for this but, do any of y'all want to see Lyss "doll-ify" your oc? They don't have to be only from heartslabyul ♡

[teenytinyecho]

Yandere! Cheerleader and Football Player Headcanons

Pairing: F! OC x GN! Reader x M! OC

Warnings: violence, weird behaviors in general

A/N: hello all! This is a more in depth headcanons about my yandere couple, Lana and Jake! I will open request and asks about them after posting this so please send anything you want for me to answer :)

Lana Seymour

BACKGROUND

‌Lana came from a rich and powerful family, they're considered new money. Her father's tech business started to gain momentum when she's only five years old. Because of this she rarely sees her father home.

‌Her mother was a stay at home mom before the business went successful. But after that, she got busy with charities and being a socialite—essentially helping to widen her father's connection.

‌Lana was already a spoiled child from the beginning, usually dictating around the house on what others should do if her parents aren't home. She dislikes slow people, and even worse those who deny her things that she wanted. With one phone call to her parents she could fire anyone working in the house. Why would Lana even lie to her parents about the maid stealing her jewelries anyway?

‌With her parents becoming more absent and only trusting her words, Lana learns to be more cunning and only striking when she really needs too. Although sometimes setbacks like her impatience and ego can ruin her plan.

‌The first time she met you was when she got grouped in with a bunch of nobodies for a group project. Others try to get her attention by flattering her. And you did too! But you only complemented her hair once and that's it. You continued to try to get work done while others were busy kissing her ass, and she likes that just a little bit.

‌You were nice but cordial, never really getting to close to her and keeping a distance. Lana doesn't know why because you're so boring and bland! You're literally wearing an atrocious outfit choice that could make her gag if her friends are wearing it. But she doesn't really mind it on you, really she thinks it suits you.

‌The project in Lana's mind went well (only because she offered to help since only you and her were the ones she thinks are capable of doing it) and after you all present your work, you actually thanked her! By giving her...a small, ugly keychain.

‌Really, Lana sometimes can't help control her faces and she did make a disgusted one seeing the ugly clay dog in her hand. But when you said that you made it yourself and only for her? That made Lana go crazy to say the least.

‌Never in her life did she received something handmade. Only the luxurious and high-end items gifted from her friends and family. And when you gave her this? Her heart skipped a beat, her hands turned sweaty, and her cheeks started to get warm. That's when she knew that you were something special to her.

PERSONALITY

‌Like I've said before, Lana is more or less like Regina George from Mean Girls. I would say that the difference between Lana and Regina is Lana I would say is more of a social butterfly. Sure she's only talking to the people she thinks are worthy of her time but she likes to keep them close if she ever needs them. Only a few people actually had a bad time with her and that's because she fiercely wants to keep her perfect reputation.

‌A bit of a control freak. Everything needs to fit her standards. She already has lots of control since she was young and no one ever denied her of anything so she needs to control every aspects of her life. And maye yours.

‌She's very hardworking for her passion. She lead her cheerleading team to many wins and trophies. She's also very serious about school and is already set up to enter one of the most prestigious universities in the country. Of course, you're coming with her if you even show her an ounce of interest to her or Jake.

‌She's very aware that people are only trying to use her (except for you and Jake) and that's why she sometimes tends to think other people are not that serious for her. Sure, she'll be friendly towards one girl but Lana honestly doesn't really care enough to know anything besides her name. Any information will be thrown out of her mind after the girl goes away anyway.

TENDENCIES

‌She's very nice and touchy with you, but not to the point of discomfort. She might touch your face or hair a bit longer than usual but she'll back away if she notices any suspicion on your face.

‌Already knows all of your information. Where you live, your phone number, your phone password, likes and dislikes—everything she needs to know for the future where the three of you lives happy together.

‌She will always keep an eye for you. Especially pesky people she deems not worthy of your time. Her work's is slightly cut when she realized you never really had a best friend in school, so that made her really happy.

‌When you're closer, Lana will try to get to sleepover at your place. She'll whine and pout cutely and tries to even offer you to stay at her house on the weekends. She's just trying to expand her collection of trinkets from you. So far, the most precious thing she owns is your favorite shirt that you forgot when you're changing from gym class. She likes to wear it with a smile on her face when she's at home, working on her homework.

‌Overall this girl is in love and obsessed with you, but she is trying to be respectful while removing any harm from you from a distance.

Jake Savile

BACKGROUND

‌Jake's family is old money. They own many hotel chains that existed before his mother was even alive. His family dynamics is not perfect, he knows his mother and father only married for business so he doesn't really expects them to love him like a normal parent does.

‌That doesn't make him to act spoiled though. He's trained to hold the family's reputation since he was young, never acting up or humiliating his family name. He's a blank doll that only smiles politely when meeting other esteemed families.

‌He does like watching interesting things. Observing his parents fighting, his cousins bullying a maid, anything that catches his attention he will watch with a hard stare.

‌He's basically a freak that likes to observe things that catch his interest, and when someone catches him in the act—he'll only smile and walk away like nothing happened. Who's going to believe that Mrs. Savile's youngest son was only watching when his cousin pushed someone off the stairs?

‌Once he got into high school, he felt a little free than he is at home. He likes to do sports so he joined the football team. Although his parents were apprehensive at first, that quickly changed when he started to get more wins for the school and people in town started to talk more about him.

‌He started to notice you after he dated Lana in freshmen year. She'll tell him stories about you that might freak any normal person, but he'll only nod and listen with an interested gaze. He's curios to say the least the more Lana talks about you and the chance came when he's faced with you when you're interviewing him for the school newspapers.

‌He was...disappointed to say the least. You were the one Lana's been boasting about? You, who look so boring that you might blend with a crowd seamlessly. He hides his disappointment with a polite smile as you asked him questions about the state championship that the school won.

‌You were nice and that's about it. Nothing really made him interested in you. But he had to admit he saw a few things that perked up his attention every now and then.

‌He really thought you're only acting nice to Lana because you wanted to use her. But that quickly changed when he saw you confronting one of the members of your club about asking inappropriate questions to Lana.

‌Jake had a joint interview with Lana so you had a plus one to help record the interview and also ask questions. He lets out a small scoff when he saw who's sitting besides you, he knows the boy had issues with Lana so he's not surprised when he started asking inappropriate questions not even about the competition that they've won.

‌He noticed your laid back nature turned more tense the more he asked questions. And after the interview was done, Jake was grabbing his bag from the locker room when he stumbled upon the two of you in a heated argument.

‌He's surprised at how you defended Lana strongly. He thought you're only tolerating her to be honest, but he quickly changed his mind when he saw you snap at the boy and slamming your locker shut. With one last glare, he saw you walking away with muttered curses.

‌He might stay with you for a while. Maybe Lana did have a point about you being special. But Jake's going to take this slow and he'll be sure to observe you all the time to make up his mind.

PERSONALITY

‌Jake is actually a nice to everyone. He's basically Lana without the mindset of everyone is beneath them. He's trained to keep his family's reputation so he's learned to be polite and play nice to everyone.

‌More calm and controlled than Lana is, but he can get angry or annoyed by people who are kissing his ass. He knows straight away if people are trying to get close to him to use him, but sometimes he'll let them go on for a while to see if something interesting happens.

‌Very caring and protective about the people he loves. Lana is currently number one in his list (you're slowly getting on top though) but he knows Lana can handle problems by herself so he's usually hanging around in the background as support.

‌Has a more nastier side than Lana is. He's from old money with family members backstabbing anyone to get ahead of each other. He's learned this from his parents and siblings, watching from the side and taking notes on how he can do it better. If he has any pesky problems, especially people, he has connections and the money to make it all disappear.

TENDENCIES

‌He'll always know what's going on in your life. You'd never see him for three days straight and then he's asking your trip to the mall. And when you asked how'd he know about it, he'll just shrug and smile before giving you a lie.

‌Likes to help you with a lot of things. He'll offer you to carry your bag after school when you're hanging out, maybe even sneak a peek on what's inside the bag. He's curious and likes to admire the trinkets on your bag like keychains and pins. Maybe he'll even buy the three of you something to match together.

‌Very motherly? He likes to take care of you and make sure you're staying healthy. Buys you snacks and drinks, maybe even carrying extra medicines for you. He will glare at you and poke your sides when you skip a meal.

‌No one will know he's obsessed with you because he's really good at pretending. But the mask will crack every now and then, especially when you're getting too close to someone. He knows you don't have any friends, so why are you being touchy with someone he's never seen you interact with?

‌Rest assured he will try to intimidate anyone. He'll never get his own hands dirty on his first try though. Like I've said he has connections and he will use it first, and when that's not working? That's when he takes off his goody two shoes mask and just go wild.

[uceyliyahh]

GUARDED

summary: Genesis has been protecting her heart ever since she filed for divorce and didn’t want to be in another relationship until he came around and changed her mind.

this fanfic is 18+ NO MINORS ALLOWED

warnings contain: emotional abuse, divorce, depression, mention of a knife, mention of blood, disposal of a body, gun, drugs, unprotected sex, sex tape.

word count: 8.6k

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

smut warning: it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I am improving at the moment

Jimmy Uso x Genesis

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

again mdni you have been warned.

thanks to my friend @charmed-dreamssss for helping me with the title 🫶🏽

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San Diego, California - 4:00PM

Genesis was perched in the makeup chair, having her face painted by a trusted makeup artist, someone she felt comfortable with aside from Jade, who usually handled her makeup when time was tight. However, recent events had left her feeling uneasy, as Carmelo had been making attempts to engage her in private conversations, which filled her with apprehension.

Recently, he has been messaging her on Instagram, forcing her to mute and disregard him until she could discuss the situation with Jimmy, as it was weighing heavily on her mind.

As she sat in the makeup chair, a familiar aura enveloped her, the scent unmistakable even from afar. When she finally opened her eyes and turned her head, she was greeted by the sight of her handsome boyfriend, a radiant smile on his face, proudly displaying his dazzling grills.

She smiled at him as he leaned in, placing a few kisses on her lips before pulling away.

“Hey baby.” Jimmy greeted her.

“Hey Bo, I was looking for you.” Genesis said as Jimmy raised an eyebrow at her.

“Why did something happen?” She needed to inform him, as Jimmy despised discovering things on his own or hearing them from others rather than directly from her.

She needed to inform him, as Jimmy despised discovering things on his own or hearing them from others rather than directly from her.

After discovering an unoccupied room, she pulled him in and closed the door, overwhelmed with anxiety—she paced anxiously while Jimmy watched, worried about his girlfriend and trying to understand her distress.

“Baby, Gigi. Baby. Look at me what’s wrong?” He inquired, his expression filled with worry.

She halted, gazing deeply into his eyes. In that moment, she recognized his genuine worry for her, prompting her to embrace him tightly, and he reciprocated the gesture with equal warmth.

“I’m scared Bo. I don’t know if I can make it through the rest of the day.” As she spoke, his worry deepened; she retrieved her phone and began scrolling through her gallery, revealing screenshots of her chats with Carmelo on Instagram.

She handed him her phone, allowing him to peruse the messages exchanged between them. As he scrolled through the screenshots, he playfully poked his tongue into his cheek, fully aware that he was on the verge of ensnaring another conquest.

He repeatedly urged Carmelo to move on and ignore Genesis, but his advice fell on deaf ears. Now, Jimmy has to take matters into his own hands—Genesis noticed the tension in Jimmy's jaw and the swift transformation of his face into a scowl as he absorbed the screenshots.

After glancing at the screenshots, he returned her phone, exhaling sharply through his nose. Why couldn't today just be ordinary, free from all this unnecessary drama and nonsense?

Genesis felt a wave of fear whenever he was upset or angry; she instinctively kept her distance from that side of him, fully aware of how unpredictable he could become. The atmosphere was thick with silence as they listened to the distant sounds of footsteps and voices echoing from outside the vacant room.

With her arms still encircling his waist, she gazed up at him, searching for any hint of his thoughts on the screenshots or pondering his next move.

Genesis finally broke the heavy silence, her voice trembling as she called out, "Bo?" He glanced down at her, and in that moment, his gaze was so intense it felt as if he could see straight into her very soul, leaving her feeling utterly exposed.

His voice came out deep and gravelly as he responded to her. “what baby.” A chill ran through her as she held his gaze unwaveringly.

“U-um what are you gonna d-do?” His lopsided grin sent her heart into a frenzy, leaving her stumbling over her speech.

“What I always do baby.” His hand gently cupped her chin as he pressed his lips against hers repeatedly, then he looked down at her beautiful face, adorned with makeup and glistening lips. "I will safeguard what belongs to me, and that is you, my princess."

He pressed his lips against hers again, his hand encircling her throat to intensify the kiss as she stumbled backward into the wall. The kiss was wild and untamed, and as the chill of the wall met her shoulder blades, she let out a soft sigh, savoring the contrast of the cool surface against her warm skin.

Jimmy hoisted her by her thighs, securing them around his waist, as he pressed his firm arousal against her clothing, allowing her to feel his presence.

He planted soft kisses along her jawline, gradually making his way to her neck, while her fingers wove through his curls, letting out gentle moans in his ear.

“I’ll do anything for you mamas.” Jimmy murmured between her neck.

“You would kill for me Bo?” As their lips met once more, they explored each other's mouths, their tongues dancing together, while she felt his arousal pressing firmly against her.

In a swift motion, he loosened his cargo sweatpants, letting them drop along with his boxers. She felt his impressive length emerge, slightly curved, as he lifted her dress and shifted her panties aside, before entering her warm, inviting core.

A moan escaped their lips.

He pressed his forehead against hers, their eyes locked in a heated gaze filled with desire, as he plunged deep inside her, mesmerized by the way her eyes fluttered and rolled back, before she bit her bottom lip, lost in the depths of his warm, chocolate brown eyes.

“Fuck Bo, you so big daddy.” She moaned.

“Mhm, take this big ass dick then mama.” He quickened his pace slightly, his hips rhythmically meeting hers, the sound reverberating in the vacant room. Her arms wrapped around his neck as he moved with intensity, ensuring her legs remained firmly positioned on his waist.

He kisses her lips, “to answer your question mamas.” He paused briefly, amused as he observed her fall apart beneath him in mere moments, the delightful sounds of her soft moans slipping from her beautiful lips. “B-Bo, oh my go—“ He pushed deeper than ever, causing her to gasp and moan loudly.

“I’ll kill for you every single day for you princess.”

“Yeah, daddy?”

“Yeah, I would mama only for you.”

—

Jimmy leaned against the equipment box, patiently awaiting Jey's conclusion of his interview with Jackie. As he scrolled through his social media timeline, catching up on his friends' Instagram stories, he stumbled upon Carmelo's latest post.

He was essentially challenging Genesis, trash-talking him about how he wouldn't take any action. Little did he realize that today would be the end of his life, and Jimmy would walk away with two lives on his conscience, saving Zilla for last.

A grin twisted on Jimmy's face as he glanced at Carmelo's Instagram story, causing him to chuckle softly before shaking his head. He considered giving Melo a break due to his youth and arrogance, but after witnessing what he did earlier with Genesis, he decided not to let him off the hook so easily this time.

He tucked his phone into his pocket as he noticed his twin brother approaching, a towel draped around his neck, standing beside him with arms crossed.

“So what’s the plan to get rid of this fool?” Jey asked.

“After tonight we gotta make sure we got everything we need before sneaking up on him after the show.” Jimmy responded.

“A’ight what all do we need?” Jimmy told his twin brother that they should use duct tape to secure Melo's arms and mouth, just in case he decided to get rowdy, and to blindfold him so he wouldn't be able to see.

In addition to packing their Glocks, they also brought along ski masks to don.

“We got big ass trash bags right? And gloves? not tryna get caught up by the police.” He asked.

“Yeah, all of that will be in the duffle bag for tonight.”

“Damn, Twin. You really catching bodies for Gigi?” Jimmy laughed at his twin brother, nodding in agreement, fully aware that he would go to any lengths for her—even if it meant taking drastic measures against anyone who dared to harass or threaten her.

“Hell yeah, I like to get my hands dirty anyways. folks needa stop playing with me like I won’t put a fucking bullet to their brains.” And that was his plan for Melo tonight: a swift strike to the mind, tidying up the chaos before returning to his Genesis.

They kept chatting away until they both heard someone shout Jimmy's name. When he shifted his focus to the caller, he couldn't help but roll his eyes and let out a deep sigh.

Trinity marched towards him, her face twisted in anger, prompting him to fold his arms and stare at her as she confronted him head-on.

She spotted the love bites adorning his neck and creeping down his chest, and it ignited a fire within her, realizing that Genesis was the one responsible for this mark on him.

“You blocked me? That’s what we doing?” Trinity said.

Jimmy shrugged his shoulders, “last time I checked once me and Genesis started talking you were already out of the equation Trin.” He remarked.

“So what?  you're in love with her or something?” She asked.

“Very much as you can tell.” Jimmy proudly flaunted the transformation Genesis had brought to his life, unashamedly declaring their bond even in the bustling atmosphere of the workplace—he made it clear that he was hers and she was his.

He noticed the shift in Trinity's expressions as her jaw tightened and her fists clenched, prompting a wry smile to form on his lips. “I fucking hate you Jonathan.”

“Mhm, I know. And that’s good that means you stay the fuck away from me but I guess you didn’t hear that either I suppose?” He kept his arms folded being unfazed by her while Jey watched the whole entire thing unfold. “You were mine first! And now all of a sudden you’re with her!?”

“She brought something that you didn’t Trin, all you ever did was use me for my money and some dick afterwards. Nonetheless I gave you what you wanted so ion know why you pressing me fo’”

She huffed deeply while rolling her eyes at him, “because you belonged to me before she came into the picture Jon!”

That’s when Jey had chimed in, “technically we’ve been knowing Gigi since she joined the company.” Trinity gave him the death stare basically telling him to shut his ass up and mind his business.

As she reached out to Jimmy, he instinctively pushed her away, making her stumble. In that moment, she found herself lost in his deep chocolate brown eyes, realizing that something had changed within him—he was no longer hers.

He belonged to someone else.

At that moment, they spotted Genesis striding confidently in their direction, her hips swaying enticingly to catch Jimmy's eye, showcasing the beauty of her dress. However, as she approached, she noticed Trinity standing there, visibly distressed.

As she strolled by, heading towards Jimmy, he seized her by the throat, pressing his tender lips against hers, showering her with gentle kisses on her luscious lips right in front of Trinity. The sight of how he had caressed Genesis and kissed her shattered her heart.

With tears streaming down her face, she angrily stormed off, furious and hurt that he had chosen Genesis over her.

Jimmy and Genesis gently separated, and he leaned in to plant another kiss on her lips, his eyes locked onto her beautiful face as a smile spread across his own.

“Hey princess, whatchu doing?” Jimmy asked.

“I was headed out to eat my lunch I made like usual, what was her deal?” Genesis responded.

“Delusional, that's all mama, lemme walk you to yo’ car ion need folks seeing what’s mine.” She nodded her head while waving bye at Jey as he did the same.

Jimmy informed him that he would return to elaborate on the remainder of the evening's plan, prompting Genesis to raise an eyebrow in curiosity about what kind of scheme he had in store for the night.

As they reached her car, she fumbled with her keys to unlock the door, but before she knew it, Jimmy spun her around, pressing her against the vehicle. She could feel his hands gripping her hips as he looked down at her with a playful grin.

“B-Bo, whatchu doing?” 

He ran his tongue along his lips, savoring the moment as he gazed at her stunning figure, the dress clinging to her curves in a way that ignited his desire. He leaned in, planting gentle kisses along her jawline, eliciting soft moans from her as she closed her eyes, lost in the sensation of his touch exploring every inch of her body.

Kissing her chest  Neck  Pulling down her straps  Sucking on her nipples Leaving marks He was hungry  And he wanted to devour her

Engaging in every action that left her drenched—completely soaked, creating a damp patch in her underwear as her fingers wove through his tousled hair. “I’m Hungry baby.”

“We could share my lunch with each other.” 

He gazed up at her while shaking his head, “nah, I’m hungry for you mamas.”

“Jimmy we are in public right now.” That made him chuckle, making him recall that one time they had sex at work—how could she forget about that? Acting all innocent. “Get in the backseat mamas.”

She complied with his request, swinging open the backseat door and sliding in, while Jimmy trailed after her, closing the door as it clicked shut and the locks engaged automatically—fortunate for her, as the tinted windows ensured their privacy from prying eyes.

As Jimmy nestled between her legs in the backseat, he tugged at her ankles, their mouths locked in a fervent kiss. Their tongues danced together, exploring each other as he lifted her dress to her waist, his hand sliding down to gently push her panties aside, his fingers gliding over her slick folds.

She sighed softly against his lips, their kiss lingering and profound as her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. Meanwhile, he slipped two fingers inside her, prompting her to arch her back and gasp in pleasure.

He momentarily broke the kiss, captivated by the way she melted under his caress, his lips grazing the bottom of his mouth as he gazed at her with smoldering eyes, his fingers moving in and out of her with a tantalizing slowness.

“Hmm, fuck Jimmy.” Genesis moaned softly.

“So fucking wet for me isn’t she mamas? You this wet fo’ me baby?” Jimmy cooed at her.

“Y-yes, Bo. Only for you.” Her eyes were rolling back as she tucked her bottom lip, maintaining a steady gaze with him.

His lips grazed her neck, leaving gentle, lingering kisses while he watched her surrender to his touch. He could feel her desire, the way she was utterly soaked for him, and how she clenched around his fingers.

“Open, yo’ mouth baby.” She parted her lips, feeling the heat of his saliva as he explored her mouth with his tongue like no one else ever had.

As his fingers curled and danced within her pulsating core, she was lost in ecstasy, gasping his name and proclaiming her devotion, belonging solely to him.

“So good for me Gigi.” He murmured between her lips. “Daddy is so hungry for you mamas.”

He nibbled on her lower lip, pulling it back before diving in for a passionate kiss. Her body craved the taste of his lips and the caress of his tongue, while his fingers quickened their pace, urging her to arch her back in pure ecstasy.

“F-fuck, come get eat me up. this yo’ pussy daddy.” She murmured softly As she sensed him withdrawing his fingers from her slick core, he broke the kiss and guided his fingers to her lips, allowing her to savor her own essence.

Her tongue danced around his fingers, moistening them effortlessly as she maintained unwavering eye contact, eliciting a satisfied smirk from him.

“You so fucking nasty, my slut.” He withdrew his fingers from her mouth, noticing the slick sheen of her saliva coating them. With a swift motion, he lifted her up, discarding her panties carelessly into the car, before burying his face between her thighs.

Jimmy tenderly pressed his lips against her thighs, then began to suck softly, leaving a mark at each end. The sensation made her squirm, prompting a playful slap on one thigh, which elicited a soft whine from her.

He tenderly kissed her intimate lips, sending a shiver through her body, then focused on her clit, swirling his tongue around it. The sensation made her arch her back and moan his name, and only his name. Jimmy held her firmly, ensuring she couldn't escape as he indulged in her completely.

Genesis typically avoided documenting moments, but this was different—she felt compelled to capture it for her secret collection. As she reached for her phone, she swiftly navigated to the camera app and hit record, the flash illuminating the scene and drawing his gaze towards the lens.

“Hmm, tryna record something lil mama?” He groaned out in the air.

“Y-yes, you look so pretty daddy. eating your pussy out.” She moaned seeing a crooked smile appearing on his lips.

“Keep recording, so I can see you squirt all over my face baby.” His tongue expertly danced over her smooth folds while he gently sucked on her clit, sending her into a state of pure bliss.

She neither ran nor tried to wriggle away from him; instead, she allowed her body to relax and accepted the moment.

A pleasurable sensation surged through her as his gentle hums echoed, relishing her like a gourmet dish. He playfully teased her, softly separating her folds before returning with his tongue, eagerly exploring her with tender strokes.

The enchanting sounds of her moans resonated like a lovely symphony in his ears.

Her body relaxed under his caress, remaining motionless even as the intensity grew. She yielded entirely, permitting him to take control, fully conscious that she would trust his guidance.

He pulled her closer, his tongue playfully caressing her clit with soft, rhythmic movements before wrapping around her sensitive bud, sucking on it like a comforting pacifier.

Her hands trembled, nearly causing her to drop the phone, but she steadied it as she observed him consume her with his gaze. Genesis felt the wetness of his salt-and-pepper beard brushing against her skin.

As he softly sucked and swirled his tongue around her clit, she felt her orgasm building, a thrilling wave surging inside her, generating a delightful tension that nestled deep in her belly, poised on the brink of ecstasy.

Jimmy slowly inserted two fingers into her, eliciting a gasp as he curled them. The steady rhythm of his fingers moving in and out was matched by the clear sound of her pleasure.

“Jimmmy, oh fuck.” With a soft whimper, she looked down at him, while he met her gaze with his intense chocolate brown eyes.

His fingers discovered her sensitive area, a feat Tre had never accomplished in their relationship. Overcome by Jimmy's caress, she let go entirely, as he expertly navigated within her, his warm muscles surrounding her pulsating center.

He appeared to have a deep understanding of her body language, picking up on the subtle quiver in her legs.

“Talk to me baby, does this feel good mama?” He asked softly.

“Y-yess daddy it’s feel so good.” 

“It feels good baby? Huh? Tell daddy it feels good.” His voice, soothing and deep, enveloped her like a cozy hug, providing her solace as she absorbed his words.

He delved deeper with his fingers, his tongue dancing as she gripped his biceps tightly, her perfectly manicured nails digging into his skin. In that instant, she was rendered speechless by the overwhelming surge of emotions she felt.

He was breaking her, watching her disintegrate. “Tell me princess.”

“Oh my godddd, it’s so good Bo. I wanna ride you big dick so bad daddy.” Genesis  mewled out as she bit the bottom of her lips.

In that instant, she was begging for respite, oblivious to the limits of her endurance as he continued to bring her pleasure with his mouth. However, beneath the surface, this was precisely what she craved.

An overwhelming surge of longing enveloped her as she looked down at Jimmy, her eyes silently pleading for his consent to let her reach her peak.

“Oh, fuck. It’s coming Daddy. Fuckk it’s coming!” Her body was shaking and trembling.

“Coat my beard up baby, wet that shit up fo’ me mama.” His rich voice awakened feelings in her that she struggled to express. “let go mama, I gotchu.”

Genesis cried out in ecstasy as intense waves of pleasure washed over her, her body quaking while her essence poured forth like a torrent, and he eagerly consumed it as if he were a machine built for this very purpose.

He passionately savored every bit of her essence, resolute in ensuring nothing was wasted. He gently kissed her delicate lips and the smooth contours of her thighs, then settled between her legs, letting her sense the solid pressure of his desire against her.

He quickly grabbed the phone from her hands to switch the camera around, capturing her distressed expression as her chest heaved with laughter, both of them sharing a moment of joy before he ended the recording.

She noticed his beard glistening with her essence as he unfastened his belt, lowering his jeans and boxers to reveal his impressive eight-inch erection, standing firm and proud.

He set her phone down to record, then lifted her onto his lap, gently caressing himself as he anticipated her next move. She took hold of him, teasingly stroking his length before guiding him to her entrance. With a slow, deliberate motion, she lowered herself onto him, drawing out soft moans from both of them.

Jimmy rested his hands on her hips, subtly guiding her as she swayed gently on his lap. He watched how her breasts shifted with every movement, giving her time to adjust to his considerable size.

She discovered her rhythm as she moved her hips on his lap, while he adorned her neck and cheek with gentle, lingering kisses—whispering enticing words in her ear that were unlike anything she had ever experienced from a man of his caliber.

“Coating this dick up so well mamas, so fucking good baby.” Jimmy groaned out in the open.

Genesis could only moan softly as waves of ecstasy washed over her, her body igniting with warmth from within as his low, gravelly voice caressed her ear.

As she rode him with unmatched passion, she glanced at the camera, showcasing her beautiful face while he playfully smacked her backside a few times. He teased her neck with gentle bites, marking her as his own, a clear sign of possession.

“Act a fool mamas, this feels good baby?” 

She nodded, speechless as he pressed against her cervix, her mind swirling in confusion. "Words, mama, words," Jimmy urged as he thrust deeply inside her, causing her to gasp.

“B-Bo, F-fuck. Y-yes it feels s-so g-good.” He pressed her hips against him, the heat in the room intensifying as he playfully smacked her ass a few times.

“Bounce on this dick like you mean it.” She obeyed, biting her lip and hastening her steps, wishing that his son remained oblivious to the noises resonating from below, where their sighs and gasps permeated the vehicle.

The car started to tremble as she shifted on his lap, hoping no one was nearby to overhear.

The air was filled with the sound of their bodies meeting—Jimmy's hand slid down to grip her curves, helping her as she moved in sync with him.

As she rode him with growing fervor, a burning sensation ignited in her thighs, driving her desire for that blissful climax. Jimmy's fingers dug into the tender curves of her rear, guiding her movements with each forceful thrust.

He skillfully navigated her tender depths, leaving her gasping for air, as if she were witnessing a celestial display. The warmth of her desire surrounded him, enabling a seamless flow as he glided in and out with ease.

“Jimmyy baby.” Geneiss moaned softly.

“Ain’t used to taking this much huh princess? I’m beating this pussy up good for you mama.” Jimmy grunted.

She shook her head, meeting his gaze, fully aware that what she saw mirrored in his eyes was pure longing. Her body reacted instinctively, a fluttering sensation igniting within her as he pressed closer, his length rhythmically teasing her from inside, brushing against her cervix and making her walls tighten around him.

“It’s so b-big d-daddy, i-it’s t-too m-muchh.” 

“Too much? You taking it like a champ for me. Being a good girl mamas.” His compliments made her blush even more.

She began to move her hips in a rhythmic motion, relishing the feeling of him deeply inside her, which made him lean back against the seat in delight. “Fuckkk Gigi,  just like that girl, keep riding this dick. This dick is all yours mama.” He groaned.

She continued to sway her hips, letting the tip of him graze her core—clutching his shoulders firmly as she gave in to the experience, feeling as if she was melting into him. A surge of pleasure enveloped her, causing a flutter in her stomach while her thighs quivered.

“B-Bo, I’m finna cum…” Genesis let out a gentle whimper as his strong arms wrapped around her waist, their bodies pressed closely together, rendering her immobile. He started to thrust upward from beneath, delivering deep, rhythmic movements that caused her to cry out his name.

As he thrust into her, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, sending her into a whirlwind of pleasure. Her eyes fluttered back in bliss, and she felt her body tremble around him, instinctively tightening in reaction to his every move.

“I’ll kill for you baby, I’ll catch all of these bodies and clean up my mess just for you mamas.” He cooed, He maintained a steady rhythm with his hips, lowering his hand to part her cheeks further, granting himself even greater access.

The car was filled with squeaky sounds as it shook violently from his deep thrusts inside her. “You fucking mine Gigi.”

“You mine right baby? Huh? You love my crazy ass?”

She found it difficult to express her thoughts, her words slipping away as she became increasingly disoriented while he kept moving beneath her. “Yess Bo, I love you so so much daddy, fuckk I’m finna cum all over your dick.” She found a moment to exhale amidst his relentless thrusts.

With every thrust, she felt her climax building, the pressure against her cervix creating waves of ecstasy that made her head spin.

The sight of Jimmy's member wrapped in a soft white glow made him feel dizzy. “I know princess, I know. Keep taking this dick for me.” He softly pressed his lips against her neck, eliciting a soft whimper from her in response.

She couldn’t take it anymore, “daddyyyy! It’s coming!!” With a final cry, she descended upon him, a wave of sensation crashing over her. Her essence enveloped him, soaking his lap in a warm cascade, akin to a river bursting with life.

He could sense her warm tears streaming down her cheeks as she pressed her face into his neck, holding him tightly while he lost himself in the moment, pursuing his pleasure.

As Jimmy thrust upward, he was acutely aware of the chaos surrounding them, his hands gripping her soft curves as he sought his release, each movement creating a symphony of wet sounds.

As his actions became more frantic and intense, he felt himself slipping away—balancing on the brink of insanity while being consumed by her presence.

“I’m finna nut Gigi, fuck I’m finna nut.” Jimmy growled.

He thrust into her one final time, filling her completely with his warm essence, sending powerful waves of pleasure through her as he leaned back against the car seat.

His chest heaved as he fought to catch his breath, looking down at Genesis, who was already locking eyes with him, her expression filled with anticipation.

A smile blossomed on his face as he leaned down to plant soft kisses on her lips, then slowly withdrew. Genesis snatched her phone and ended the recording, tucking away two of her videos into a secret gallery for later viewing.

“You good baby?” Jimmy asked softly, still catching his breath as she nodded her head.

He kept her close as he felt her fingers running through his hair.

“Mhm, i'm tired now. But I have to be back in the building for these interviews.” Genesis responded feeling weak in the knees.

Jimmy discovered her panties while assisting her in putting them back on as she adjusted her dress—applying makeup to ensure that no one noticed she had just undergone a significant change moments before.

Jimmy playfully swatted her ass, captivated by the way it bounced in her dress as he bit his lower lip, watching her apply her makeup—she was right there, his to admire.

“Lil cute ass, walking around in this dress.”

She smirked at him, “I wore it on purpose daddy.”

“Mhm, I bet you did my lil slut c’mere.” He gently encircled her throat with his hand, pressing his lips against hers, savoring the sensation of her glossy lips gliding against his as they shared a passionate kiss.

She sensed his tongue dancing within her mouth as his other hand held her firmly by the backside—she could feel the warmth of their mingled saliva as he pulled back slightly, creating a delicate string of their shared moisture before plunging back into the kiss.

“You’ll kill for me Bo?” She murmured softly between his lips.

He paused for a moment, captivated by her doe-like eyes and the innocent beauty of her face. With a gentle smile, Jimmy leaned in and pressed a soft, wet kiss on her lips.

“You like danger baby?” He inquired as she tucked her bottom lip in, nodding her head, which made him smirk. “You look sexy being all dangerous.”

he kisses her lips and asks, "Is that true, darling?" Then he kisses her again, teasingly adding, "So it excites you, does it?" And he continues to kiss her playfully.

“Yes daddy, makes me soaking wet seeing you be all protective and crazy over me—all that pent up anger you got,  fuck me whenever you’re angry daddy.”

“Beat this pussy up daddy, take it out on me.” Jimmy was taken aback by this unexpected side of her that he had discovered, as he felt her soft, wet kisses trailing down his neck and face. “Fuck me up Daddy.”

Hand around her throat still gazing into her chocolate brown eyes, “hmm, so nasty baby. you won’t run when I do?” She nodded her head.

Jimmy kissed her lips softly, “imma be arriving late tonight again.” Jimmy said.

“As long as I get to see you and treat your wounds and in my arms I’ll be okay tonight Bo.” Genesis said.

“This is why you my ride or die, baby forever.”

“Forever Bo.” 

—

Pechanga Arena - 12:30AM

Jimmy stood outside the building, waiting for his twin brother. He had just informed Genesis that he would be late again tonight due to some business matters, ensuring he packed everything he needed in the duffle bag for the evening.

As the door creaked open, he spotted Jey standing there, and they exchanged a quick dap before pulling each other into a warm embrace.

“Anything about his whereabouts?” Jimmy asked.

“I heard he was gonna be walking around the front door of the arena so we will catch him there.” Jey responded as Jimmy nodded his head.

As they donned their ski masks and pulled their hoodies over their heads, they strolled toward the front of the arena, duffle bags slung across their bodies. They had just witnessed Melo bidding farewell to the colleagues he had worked with before making his way to his car.

As the crowd started to move back into the building, Jimmy and Jey sprinted towards Melo. Initially, he was unaware of their approach until he suddenly felt a strong arm wrap around his neck, constricting his breath in a tight chokehold.

As he struggled against the grip of his attacker, his vision began to fade, making it impossible to see their faces clearly while the world around him slipped into darkness.

After rendering him unconscious, Jimmy ripped the duct tape from his mouth and secured it over Carmelo's lips, wrapping some around his wrists and ankles. Fortunately, Jimmy's car was close by, allowing them to transport Melo to the vehicle.

After reaching his car, they opened the trunk and tossed him inside before slamming it shut. They then climbed into the car, hurling their duffle bags into the backseat.

Jimmy turned on the car, scanned his surroundings, and carefully backed out of the parking lot. He then shifted into drive and headed towards a vacant warehouse located an hour away from the arena.

He was determined to put an end to all of this, ensuring that Genesis would no longer have to worry about anyone bothering or harassing her. The final individuals he needed to confront were Quincy and Zilla, but he planned to deal with Zilla last due to the upcoming court date, especially since Zilla had been suspended for attempting to assault Genesis.

Jimmy was familiar with some inmates in the jail, ensuring he had support during his time there. As they arrived at the deserted warehouse, he parked the car in the lot, and he and Jey stepped out to retrieve their belongings from the backseat.

They lifted the trunk after he and Jey had jointly brought him into the vacant warehouse, closing the trunk behind them. Jimmy secured the warehouse door, dimming the lights within. Jey positioned Carmelo in a chair, binding him with tape, and removed the blindfold, revealing that he remained unconscious.

Jimmy splashed a bucket of water onto his face, making Melo gasp for breath as if he were submerged in a pool. He quickly scanned the area, locking eyes with the two men in ski masks and hoodies standing before them.

“Who the fuck Is y’all two niggas? And where the fuck am I at?!” Carmelo hollered.

At that moment, he recognized Jimmy's unmistakable chuckle as he removed his ski mask, exposing his face, while Jey mirrored the action, crossing their arms and fixing their gaze on Carmelo.

“Your bitch ass did this to me!? Get me out of this fucking chair!?” He demanded as he was struggling to get out of the chair.

At that moment, Jimmy struck him with his Glock, watching as blood dripped from Melo's nose while he glared at them with a fierce look.

Jimmy started pacing before he remarked, "It seems Melo hasn't grasped his lesson from the last time he tried to tangle with Genesis, and now he's facing the repercussions." As he spoke, Jimmy twirled his Glock around his finger.

“You’re doing this for her? All because I wanted to crack her?”

He shook his head and said, "Not only that, but you keep bothering her even after she mentioned she was in a relationship, especially when you went out of your way to message her on Instagram." He then took out his phone and opened the gallery to show Carmelo the messages he had exchanged with Genesis.

Carmelo scrolled through their Instagram messages, recalling the moment he had sent her a picture of his nine-inch member in an attempt to entice her, only to feel repulsed by it. Meanwhile, Jimmy had shoved his phone back into his pocket and yanked Melo by the hair, pressing his Glock against his chin.

Staring deeply into his soul

“I always thought you were a cocky ass bitch, just because you got called up to the main roster doesn’t mean you get to talk to any girl you want, especially not Genesis.”

Carmelo scoffed at him, “didn’t think she was taken seriously so I just made my move.” 

“Oh you made yo’ move alright tryna holla at my  lady,  sending her pics? Making her feel uncomfortable? Ion play that shit.” Jimmy released his hair, gesturing for Jey to come and take action.

Jimmy pulled out a blunt that Genesis had gifted him before she departed. He flicked the lighter's wheel, igniting the blunt and taking a few puffs, exhaling the smoke into the air—savoring the rush as it coursed through his body.

As he observed his twin brother mercilessly pummeling Carmelo, he couldn't help but notice how quickly Carmelo became helpless and battered.

Carmelo's pained groans filled the air as Jey relentlessly struck him in the face and stomach, leaving his lips swollen and his left and right eyes bruised.

In that moment, Jey brandished a pocket knife, sending a wave of fear through Carmelo, who quickly started pleading for his life, expressing his remorse.

"P-please! We really don’t need to go through with this! I promise I won’t say or even glance at Genesis again!" Carmelo pleaded, trembling uncontrollably.

Jimmy laughed at him as he approached, placing the blunt to his lips. He pulled the gun from his waistband, snatched the blunt away, and blew the smoke right in his face.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, should’ve thought about that when you touched her without me there.” Jimmy said in a low tone.

He glanced at Jey, noticing the knife in his grasp, and gestured for him to pass it over. Meanwhile, Jey kept a firm grip on Melo's head as Jimmy started to carve the edges of Melo's mouth, stretching his smile wider. Carmelo screamed in pain, desperately trying to fend them off.

They ensured they wore gloves to avoid detection by the police—Jey released his grip on his head as they stepped back, noticing blood trickling down from the cut made by Jimmy.

Melo gazed up at them, savoring the metallic taste of blood on his lips and feeling the sharp pain at both corners of his mouth.

“You fucking bastard.”

He chuckled at him while bending down at his level, “that’s right I am that but yo’ ass should’ve listened to her when she said I was crazy Melo.” With that, Jimmy stood up, retrieving his Glock from his waistband.

Jimmy had his Glock aimed at him, tossing the blunt aside as he licked his lips.

“Any last words?” 

“I should’ve fuc—“ 

In that moment, Jimmy's thumb pressed down on the trigger just before the gunshot echoed. The noise was piercing and conclusive, and then Melo's head slumped, motionless in the chair.

He fixed his eyes on the lifeless body for a brief moment before looking away.

He twisted his neck before sliding his Glock back into his waistband, locking eyes with Jey.

“Let’s clean this shit up and dump his body in the water.”

—

Hilton San Diego Bayfront - 2:00AM

Genesis lay in the hotel bed she shared with Jimmy, who had come to the door with his duffle bag slung over his shoulder, waking her from her sleep as they prepared to stay in the city until Friday for Smackdown.

As she got out of bed and walked towards him, she rubbed her eyes, noticing the weariness etched on his face. He had just set his duffle bag down and, with a warm embrace, wrapped his arms around her waist while she stood on her tiptoes, encircling his neck with her arms.

He bent down and gently kissed her lips, a smile spreading across his face as he admired her beautiful features.

“Hey, Bo.” Genesis greeted him.

“Hey, mamas. Did I wake you up? If so my fault baby.” Jimmy said.

Genesis shook her head running her fingers through his hair, “you're all good baby, you look tired c’mon let’s get you in the bed.” She led him to the bed, removing his shirt and tossing it aside, revealing his stunning physique adorned with tribal tattoos.

She settled into bed first, welcoming him with open arms as he joined her, positioning himself above her. He nestled his face into the crook of her neck, planting a soft, lingering kiss before finding his comfort.

“I’m not heavy am I mama?”

“No, you are fine my love. Just close your eyes and get some rest.” She gently traced her fingers along his back, moving up to his curls, massaging his scalp as she listened to his deep sighs.

As she gently massaged his scalp, she felt his lips brush against her jawline, enveloping them in a serene silence, the darkness around them deepening their connection.

Genesis gazed down at Jimmy, who was looking up into her eyes, making her smile as she realized he was wide awake.

“What Bo?” Genesis asked.

“Nothing, you just look pretty Gigi. Just makes me wonder how good you would look in a wedding dress.” Jimmy said, causing her to chuckle at him softly.

“Well keep on wondering until you get on that one knee for me sir.”

“It’s gonna happen, don't worry.”

She sighed dramatically while looking into his eyes, recognizing the deep love she felt for him. She was certain that he would soon be her husband, marking her second marriage when they finally tie the knot.

He was the one

His affection for her is profound, and he goes to great lengths to keep her safe. Their love for each other is deep; she can sense his fingers entwining with hers as he kisses her palm and gently caresses the back of her hand with his thumb.

“Do you ever think about it, Gigi?” 

She arched an eyebrow at him, saying, "Marriage? Absolutely. It's something I ponder constantly, especially when I'm lost in my thoughts…" She hesitated briefly, gathering her thoughts before continuing.

“Wondering what mamas?”

"Curious about the experience of being with a wonderful man and enjoying a happy marriage," Jimmy gently pressed his lips against hers before they switched places, with her now on top, their fingers still intertwined.

Every time they were together, she felt a flutter in her stomach, particularly when he gazed at her with those captivating eyes that seemed to draw her closer.

And the way he would just grab her up by the throat did numbers on her.

Jimmy began to speak, “well you have a good man which is me, you know I’m right here baby.” He said.

“I know, I know. But I’m not used to having a good man like you Jimmy ion even know what to do.” She responded.

Jimmy sat up straight, resting his head against the headboard. He placed his hands on her hips, gently rubbing his thumbs along each side. Their faces were just inches apart as she looked deeply into his captivating eyes.

“You don’t gotta do nothing mamas, I told you lemme’ take care of you. Imma make sure you straight baby.” He continued on. “We in this together forever.”

He pressed his lips against hers several times before gently pulling back, a smile blossoming on her face as she nodded. "Forever?"

“Forever Gigi, you gonna be my wife and have my kids mamas, ion want you to feel scared because of what that fool did to you. I’m right here for you always.” She attempted to decipher his facial expression, hoping to determine the sincerity of his words, as she was cautious about getting her hopes up.

He was genuinely committed; his desire was for her to be his lifelong partner and the mother of his children. That was his ultimate wish in their relationship—he anticipated that Trinity would share his feelings, but when her true motives became clear, he chose to pursue a brighter future.

She gently cradled his face with her delicate hands, leaning in to kiss him deeply. Their lips met in a slow, passionate embrace, and she felt his tongue exploring her mouth while his hands gripped her hips, encouraging her to move against him.

The intoxicating aroma of him enveloped her senses as his fingers wove through his curls, intensifying their kiss. Genesis craved him deeply, feeling his arousal pressing against her through the fabric of her nightgown, which concealed the fact that she wore no panties beneath.

His lips brushed against her neck, leaving a perfect mark as she tilted her head to the side, granting him greater access. She continued to sway her hips, feeling herself grow increasingly aroused with each passing moment.

“Hmm, Jimmy.” She moaned softly.

“What’s up mamas? What’chu want?” He murmured between her skin glancing up at her.

She grasped his hand, guiding it beneath her nightgown as he started to caress her slick folds, sensing her arousal for him, which made him lick his lips in anticipation.

“Damn, you this wet fo’ me baby? I did this to you?”

She gave a slight nod, recalling how he had licked his fingers before pressing her down onto the sheets—he lowered his sweatpants and boxers, revealing his impressive eight-inch erection, with pre-cum glistening at the tip.

He gazed at her shimmering form, anticipating the moment it would yield to him. As he caressed himself a few times, he positioned himself at her entrance, and a shared moan escaped their lips.

Genesis was overwhelmed with a craving for him to penetrate her deeply, her eyes locked onto his artificial gaze, which radiated pure lust and longing. As he lifted her legs onto his shoulders, he began a slow, deep thrust, leaning in closer, causing her legs to widen as their bodies met with intensity.

As his lips brushed against her neck, showering her with tender, wet kisses, he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. Their foreheads touched as they gazed at his member, glistening with her creamy essence, moving in and out of her.

His hips collided with her thighs, the sound of their skin meeting echoing in the air as he passionately made love to her—he thrust deeper, eliciting a roll of her eyes back in ecstasy as he quickened his rhythm.

“Ouu Daddy.” Genesis whimpered.

“What princess? Does it feel good?” Jimmy watched her intently as she bit her lower lip and nodded her head, cooing softly. “Pretty as fuck mamas, whatchu wanna say baby?”

“Nut in me Bo, I want you to coat my walls up so good with your nut.” With an innocent gaze, she spoke as he pressed his lips against hers.

“Imma nut all inside of this pretty ass pussy, she so fucking pretty fuck mamas.”

Throughout the night, the air was thick with their moans and groans, accompanied by the sound of their bodies colliding, as he aimed to ensure she experienced every part of him until she could take no more.

Throughout the night, the air was thick with their moans and groans, accompanied by the sound of their bodies colliding, as he aimed to ensure she experienced every part of him until she could take no more.

He would softly murmur affectionate words into her ear while she reciprocated by caressing every inch of his body, tracing the tribal tattoos that captivated her heart.

This is my pussy mamas Feels so good being deep inside of you baby Imma make you my wife  Gimmie yo’ body baby give it to daddy

His voice was rich and gravelly as he guided her, causing her legs to quiver and her eyes to flutter back, enveloping her in a euphoric haze that made her feel as if she were floating on air.

She was his ride or die And so was he.

They were so absorbed in their own little world that they completely overlooked the flood of text messages from Quincy on her phone.

Q💔: Gigi baby? Can we talk this out please? Q💔: can we start over I promise I won’t do the things I did before I miss you Q💔: Please baby girl 

GUARDED

a/n: ngl Jimmy is one crazy mf I tell you and Quincy yo’ ass is next.

but I hope yall enjoy this chapter lmk in the comments below.

STAY UCEY.

chapter sixteen

previous chapter

[bvrrykook]

A Bookstore Date

⤷ Summary: Jungkook takes you out on a date and spoils you with books and kisses.

Pairings: Jungkook! and oc!

Genre: Fluff

Warning: slight smut I guess

Today, your boyfriend randomly decided to take you out on a date. You explored the city together, visited different stores, and enjoyed lunch while frequently expressing your love for each other. Jungkook was a true romantic; all he wanted was to take care of you and spoil you endlessly.

As you were walking, you spotted a bookstore. You grabbed Jungkook's hand and dragged him with you.

“Are you out of your mind, Y/n?”

You heard Jungkook speak, but his words faded into the background as your attention was captured by the beautiful bookstore. The exterior was wooden and adorned with colorful signs and flickering lights. You didn’t even notice the cars passing by.

As you and Jungkook made your way inside. You noticed the beautiful wooden shelves filled with books the place felt cozy and warm.

“Really? Y/n This is why you almost got us run over by a car because of books.”

“Oh, I’m sorry about that; I guess I was caught up in the damn bookstore.”

You gave him an apologetic smile. He just looks with a toothy grin.

“It's fine baby no need to worry come on let's go look around.”

You smiled at him, grabbed his hand, and went to search for the romance section. Jungkook knew how much you love reading especially when it came to reading romance books. Jungkook can watch you read for hours without getting bored- that's how much he loves you. You looked around at the different books and pointed to each one you had read.

“Ahh! I love this book, Jungkook” you said holding the colorful cover for him to see. As you turned towards him, you noticed how his eyes sparkled with curiosity, giving you a warm smile. “What is it about baby?” he asked taking a few steps closer to you to get a better view of the book.

“Why are you looking at me like that.”

You felt your heart race as you looked into his boba-like eyes. You swear you could marry this man right now and just kiss him, all because he asked you what the book was about.

"It's about two friends struggling with addiction, and we follow their journey as they seek the help they need."

Jungkook could see the happiness that talking about books brought you. He wished he could snap a picture of you at this moment.

Timeskip

“Are those all the books you’re planning to get, love?”

“Yeah, trust me, I have plenty at home and don't need you to spend your money on me.”

“Baby, do you really think that's going to stop me?”

You looked at him with a “ Are you seriously.” look. No matter how many times you told Jungkook to stop spending his money on you, you knew he wouldn't listen.

As you guys approach the cashier, Jungkook reaches into his back pocket to get his wallet. He hands his credit card to the cashier. You and Jungkook walk out of the bookstore hand in hand. A cold breeze hits your face as you climb into the car, but you soon settle into the warmth of the seats.

The drive was filled with laughter, with Jungkook kissing your knuckles and a bunch of “I love yous.” Once you got home, you lay on the bed and admired all the books Jungkook had bought you. You felt the bed sink slightly as Jungkook joined you.

“What you got there baby.”

“Just looking through all the books you got me that's all.”

Jungkook looks at you, leans a little closer, and kisses your neck down to your collarbone. He then kiss you on the lips and start having hot messy make session.

“Ba-baby” you say

But he doesn't listen his hands slide under your shirt up until his hands reaches to your breast and gives them a firm squeeze.

“Baby stop.”

“Why?” he whines, giving you a pouty face. That pouty look makes you want to kiss him all over again, and that's exactly what you do; you climb into his lap and kiss him.

“Wow,” he said, breathing heavily. “What was that for?”

“That was a thank you, baby, for the amazing date and the books you bought me.”

“Really? Then I should do that more often.” you smiled at him and kissed his cheek.

“I love you,” you say.

“I love you too, baby.”

I hope you guys like it.

It's my first time writing.

[misshoneyimhome]

Love your series Willy inexperienced series! I don't know if requests are still open and how William reacted to OC wearing his jewelry and hockey outfits supporting him wouldn't mind if this turns into a breeding kink.

Thank you so much, babe! I’m so happy to hear you’re enjoying the series 🥰

Requests are never entirely closed—I always like to keep the door slightly ajar for all your brilliant ideas 😊

For this one, it could have been set at the start of their relationship, like when he saw it for the first time. But as I started writing, I leaned more towards continuing from Christmas into the New Year. I hope you enjoy it 💕

Tropes and warnings: Inexperienced!reader x Willy, soft boyfriend!William, fingering, implied sexual behaviour

Word count: 1.4K

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Chained To You | inexperienced!reader x William Nylander ✐☆

You were still adjusting the collar of William’s jersey—one you’d confidently “borrowed” from his closet—when you heard the distant sound of the door slamming shut. He was back from practice, and your heart gave a little flutter as you checked your reflection in the mirror. The jersey was oversized on you, hanging loose around your thighs, but you’d cinched it in at the waist with a slim belt, turning his hockey outfit into something just a bit more… enticing.

A silver chain—William’s chain—glistened around your neck, the metal warm against your skin from where you’d been fiddling with it, trying to figure out how he wore it so effortlessly. You’d added a pair of thigh-high socks for good measure, and as you turned to one side, you admired how the jersey slipped off one shoulder, revealing a glimpse of your collarbone.

When you stepped into the living room, William was shrugging off his jacket, hair slightly damp from the shower at the rink. Tired as he looked, the moment he caught sight of you, something ignited in his eyes—surprise, delight, and something deeper, more primal.

“You… you’re wearing my jersey,” he said, half-breathless, half-amused. His gaze flickered down to the chain around your neck, then back up, lingering in ways that made a warm flush creep over your cheeks.

You feigned nonchalance, running your hand down the front of the hockey jersey, smoothing the fabric as though simply admiring it. “Thought I’d show my support,” you teased, a coy smile tugging at your lips. “Plus, I might’ve borrowed this…”—you tapped the chain—“…for, um, moral support?”

A grin spread across William’s face as he let out a low chuckle. “Guess I won’t need to look far to find my missing clothes—and jewellery—anymore.” He stepped closer, slipping an arm around your waist, pulling you in. The jersey bunched under his hand, the belt shifting slightly.

“How’d practice go?” you asked softly, heart fluttering from his proximity.

His other hand came up to toy with the necklace, thumb brushing over the metal chain resting above your collarbone. “Long day,” he murmured, “but seeing you in my stuff just made it all worth it.” His gaze traced over your legs and the high socks, and he let out an appreciative hum. “I like this look,” he added, leaning in so you could feel his breath against your ear.

“I’m guessing it’s not just the look,” you teased, recalling his playful smirk whenever you’d worn his gear around the apartment—like one time you’d turned up in his hoodie and not much else. This time, though, you’d clearly outdone yourself.

His lips curved in amusement. “Is it that obvious?” His tone dropped, turning low, as he pressed a kiss to your temple. “You and your surprises. First the sneaky photos, now you’re wearing my jersey, my chain… you’re driving me crazy.”

“I guess I just like the idea of feeling closer to you,” you admitted, heat pooling in your belly as he trailed a fingertip under the chain. “And maybe I also wanted to see your reaction.”

He chuckled, stepping back to look at you fully. “So, how does it feel?” He gestured toward the jersey, at the big bold number and name emblazoned on it.

You shrugged, letting the garment slip off your shoulder again. “Pretty good. Think I look like I could get out there and play?”

He laughed, eyes crinkling at the corners. “You’d definitely distract the entire team.” With that, he slid a hand up your thigh, hooking a finger under the hem of the jersey. The shift in his expression told you he was no longer playing around. “You want to, uh, ‘show your support’ in other ways?”

“Is that what you want?” you returned, voice going soft with your own brand of curiosity.

His eyes darkened, a flicker of mischief dancing there. “I’m exhausted,” he admitted, “but… I think I’ve got enough energy to see how well you handle wearing my name.”

Your heart fluttered as he guided you backward, nudging you to perch on the edge of the sofa. The jersey gaped over your thighs, and he let his fingers slip under it, exploring bare skin. You inhaled sharply when his touch trailed higher, near the sensitive spots you hoped he’d find.

“Hmm,” he murmured, leaning down, pressing his lips at the hollow of your throat, right near the chain. “Looks good on you.”

His free hand slid around your waist, pulling you flush, as he opened his mouth against your skin, leaving a damp, heated trail of kisses. Heat coiled low in your belly, that all-too-familiar ache reminding you just how inexperienced you used to be, yet how eagerly you’d learned to trust him over the past year together.

“We can take it slow,” he whispered, reading the flicker of nerves that always stirred in your eyes at moments like this. “We don’t need to rush.”

A sense of safety spread through you, but desire overshadowed any hesitation. You reached for him, letting your fingernails graze gently over his shoulders. “Show me,” you said softly, feeling bold. “Show me why you like me in your jersey so much.”

His responding grin was warm yet wicked. He tugged the jersey higher, exposing the lacy panties you’d matched with it. “Wearing my name, my chain… is that your way of saying you’re all mine?” he teased, pressing a lingering kiss to your neck, his breath fanning over your skin.

“If that’s how you want to see it,” you teased back, your cheeks heating up as his hand slipped between your legs, the jersey bunching beneath his touch. He pressed a gentle, exploring stroke on your clothed core, and you inhaled sharply, trembling.

His lips curved, eyes flicking to yours. “Can’t lie—there’s something really… sexy about it. Seeing you wear my number, my chain. Makes me think about you being mine in a more… permanent way.” His voice held a hint of deeper longing, a huskiness that made your heart thump.

“Permanent?” you echoed, your body igniting at the thought.

He inhaled, as though steadying himself. “Don’t look at me like that,” he teased, though his eyes shone with sincerity. “But yes, maybe permanent. Maybe… someday.” He cleared his throat, leaning in to nudge your nose with his, softly. “Like I said… mine.”

A thrill ran through you—he was hinting at something bigger, something about a future together. And maybe something about having more than just a name, more than just a jersey in common. That simmered in the back of your mind, and you recalled how certain fleeting moments had made you suspect he had a breeding kink—like the heated way he sometimes talked about seeing you full, about you carrying his future. It was a topic that made you blush, but also made your pulse spike with forbidden excitement.

You parted your lips to say something clever, but the words didn’t come. Instead, you gasped as he pushed aside the lace beneath the jersey, two fingers finding your slick heat. Your head fell back, a soft whimper escaping before you quickly bit your lip, mindful of Alex’s presence somewhere in the apartment.

William nipped gently at your ear, voice dropping. “Remember, quietly,” he teased, echoing the lessons you’d learned about stifling moans when you absolutely had to.

Your breath hitched in response as he began an unhurried exploration, every stroke measured to coax quiet little shivers out of you, each one more intense than the last. You clung to his shoulders, the chain jingling faintly when you moved, as if reminding him you were still wearing a piece of him. He pressed his forehead to yours, eyelashes fluttering as he gauged your reactions.

“A good way to start this new year, I guess,” you murmured dazedly, half in jest, half in genuine admiration of how gently and thoroughly he was worshipping you.

He laughed softly, pressing a kiss to your temple. “You better not have more surprises up your sleeve,” he teased, likely recalling your habit of leaving him surprise Polaroids or lacy tokens. But from the way he was leaning into you, you suspected he wouldn’t mind if you did.

The moment pulsed with an unspoken promise, a yearning that whispered maybe someday soon he’d do more than just appreciate you in his jersey—maybe you’d truly be his, in every sense, building a life that matched the intensity of your love. But for now, you were content to let him show you all the sinful ways a borrowed outfit and a single piece of jewellery could spark a new level of connection.

You might have been the inexperienced one at the start of this, but as he bent to kiss you again, you realised how far you’d come. And you relished every minute of it.

[yunsound]

Update on the Ao Bing Zhuan drama

Oh my god this never ends.

Part 1 here , read for context

It's actually so funny to watch on XHS. Literally last night I came across an Ao Guang solo art (solo meaning no ships or anything implied, it was just Ao Guang being hot) and there was a comment like "Ying Long your husband is so sexy". I told them not to 嗑药 (keyao) which means not to bring up other ships under an art that's not tagged with that ship. The comment was three words long: 别磕药 (don't keyao).

Holy shit. Within 20 minutes, 6 comments from 6 different people calling me a whole manner of things.

Disgusting fujoshi Dilong shipper (no joke, they literally wrote this)

Fuck off and mind your own business, they're canon

I hate all Dilong shippers, Ying Long is his canon wife

No wonder your ship gets attacked, Dilong fans are so fucking annoying

All fujoshis leave Ne Zha fandom (which is funny because 80% of Ne Zha fans are fujoshis who ship Oubing)

Fuck you

Okay. Wow.

The artist of the post liked my comment but they didn't tell the others to stop, which I get- no one wants to be attacked either.

Funniest thing is I've never even shipped Dilong. Starting to see the appeal now though, at least compared to Guangying.

OKAY.

I think I mentioned this in the last post, but Ying Long's design copied a genderbend Dilong art's design of Ao Guang back when Ao Guang's human form was never shown. This is really ironic.

An update: Oubing is currently the top ship in Ne Zha by FAR, like, by FAR FAR FAR. No other ship comes CLOSE to how big Oubing is. However, Oubing fans have mostly been able to stay out of Guangying vs Dilong drama as well as Ao Bing Zhuan drama.

One of the platforms ABZ is posted on, however, posted two of the author's sketches. One of them is child Ao Bing. The other one is an unknown female character who wears red and has red hair. The caption included this: "Guess who Ao Bing's new ship is with?"

The female character lated debuted and is called Hong. She's a thousand-year old jellyfish spirit.

When I tell you the author couldn't have done anything fucking dumber than try to pair Ao Bing with some random OC girl, I mean it. Oubing makes up like 80% of the fandom. The other 20% consists of half Ne Zha Ao Bing friendship stans and half casual fans. Oubing is probably the only ship with a negative hater rate in the fandom.

If the author tries to pull some "Oh this webcomic is official content so Oubing is a ship that breaks up a canon ship so it's not allowed" I guarantee ABZ will be bullied so hard the author might never be able to do anything ever again. Oubing is probably one of the biggest ships ever in Chinese fandom history. It's also one of the most wholesome, un-problematic (whatever that means) and sweet ships ever. But Oubing fans are hardcore. Like, not rude, but will NOT take shit.

Aside from the unknown girl the author is trying to pair Ao Bing with, they changed the setting of Oubing. One of the biggest parts of Oubing is that they're each other's first and only friend since they're so isolated.

ABZ, however, has Ao Bing go off and make friends with a whole bunch of people- his brothers, (who in the movies are probably dead), a bunch of abyssal sea monsters, etc.

Also the author is one of THOSE Xiao Zhan fans. Not the normal ones- I am also a Xiao Zhan fan. The kind of Xiao Zhan fans that led to the 227 incident and AO3 being banned in China.

ALSO!!!

The most important part!!

I made a Ne Zha post explaining that Ao Guang, Ao Bing's dad and the poor dude caught in the middle of these ship wars, is usually portrayed as an ugly old dude. In fact, Jiaozi said verbatim in an interview that he was originally going to look like

this.

The comparison. Jesus Christ.

Jiaozi said that it was fanart and fanwork that gave him the inspiration for Ao Guang's sexy dilf design. Back in 2019 and 2020, ABZ wasn't out yet: the ONLY Ao Guang arts were all Dilong! Dilong art is the ONLY reason Ao Guang is a sexy dilf instead of whatever the fuck that is.

IDK, I think I've become a Dilong fan despite only seeing Dilong art like twice in my life just because I feel so bad for them.

[tea-cuz-why-not]

Trust in her will

Hello I’m back with my favourite for of character art except this time I couldn’t for the life of me make Kore look like herself so here we are

This is Kore if they were in Transplanar RPG’s Chaos protocol as an agent of T.R.A.N.S. It’s their second main campaign and I am currently about halfway through the second arc, out of the three available(I’m a slow listener ok?). And the characters go around their multiverse saving the day and getting traumatised :} So that’s what I did for prompt 15 as a kind of DnD au. Anyways, a rant under the cut

I’ll try to keep this as spoiler light as possible but there’s going to be some heavy ones for the Second Stranger campaign and the first two arcs of Chaos Protocol and both GODKILLERs(I think)

so with that out of the way, Transplanar has this idea of a multiverse where each world is it’s unique independent world, not like the „subtle differences” thing you would get most of the time. And TRANS is this Syndicate that does around to those worlds nudging chosen ones in those worlds in the right direction, and each time they go there their designs change a bit to fit the world so of course I went with that.

Anyway, Transplanar also has these precepts, Fate, Magic and Oblivion that are all these things and also characters, not to get too deep but Oblivion is a basically the titular Stranger in Second Stranger and it ends with like all the precepts coming in and stuff, it gets messy to explain, but Oblivion ends worlds, they’re the end of everything, and the reason many people join TRANS(which was made by Fate) is because Oblivion destroyed theirs.

And I imagine that here Kore’s world would get almost destroyed by this manifestation of Oblivion I would call Ink Storms that would just disintegrate everything they came across. Now, as you can see, little Kore used to have wings, she lost them in one such storm. I wanted to keep with the theme of Kore joining a well meaning but corrupted(?) organisation because she wanted to save her sisters, wether that be begging Grayson Gunn “no, not them, me take me” or wrapping her sisters in her wings, hoping they won’t all die. Now, they didn’t, one of TRANS’ strike teams came in to save the day, and wether they should or not, explained that these storms were fragments of Oblivion and that they fight against them. And Kore has this insatiable curiosity in her, right? So she begs to be able to join, not only to protect other worlds but also to be able to see Oblivion again.

I already mentioned strike teams, they are these four people teams that go together on missions and such, I think that Kore would be in a team with Kit(obviously) Adrian and Micah, since in the main timeline they would be the closest to a friend group Kore has. Another character I would mention, is my upcoming Dire Wolf oc, Alina, who would be part of that strike team that came in to save Kore’s world. She is also the Wolf hero that made Kore connect werewolves to gt but thats a story for a different post.

either way, I just wanted to make a bunch of different designs for if Kore was a PC in the CHAOS multiverse, so the one with purple wings is what she’s wear in the first arc world in the Wildsea, which is basically a sea but made of giant trees, and it has different cities and such and one Kingdom is just built in the sky and has these winged forces that I think Kore would just be elated to fly again after so long. The one she wears a skirt in is the City of Mist that the GM spun around and based around Chinese mythology, so I went and tried to do something similar.

Also this is for me but the way Oblivion manifested as the Stranger was, amongst other things, a giant Chrysalis made of wings so I thought it would be interesting for Kore to lose and regain her wings through Oblivion, I have this scene in mind where at first the wings are white(like the chrysalis) and then fill with, one by one, all the colours of the rainbow that would then start mixing and turn crow black, glistening with those rainbow colours.

well thats a lot, thank you for indulging me I already have the next prompt queued up and ideas for the rest.

If there are any nonessential words or sentences I apologise, my autocorrect is having a stroke and I am delirious from how late it is and I’m mildly sick

[dfortrafalgar]

Looooooved ILY! Kudos! It was chair-gripping, tear drenching, rot your teeth fluffy and a bunch of other things in between! Brava! 🥰

If you're still accepting requests (I don't know if you have already been flooded by messages or not) I would like a story about being part of the Kid Pirates but reader is in a really sour mood because it's the anniversary of readers's parents death (you can make up a story if you'd like) and reader disobeys a direct order from him and, to top it off, reader talks back at him in front of the crew, earning the reader a severe punishment (up to you). Eventually Kid finds out why reader's mood is so sour and tries to talk it out except Kid can't be soft and that just makes things more awkward. Could be SFW, could be NSFW, I'm leaving all this up to you. And the ending as well because I only got that far. I hope you like the idea and get excited.

I love your work! ❤️🥰 Thank you for sharing your talent.

HI ANON!!! thank you so much for your request and your super kind words over IMLY, that means so much to me!!!! i know i keep saying this but yall make me smile every single day when i log onto tumblr and see your messages <3

I also really loved writing this request! i really love Kid, but i also wanna kick his ass on the playground if that makes sense, and i think that sentiment came through in my writing ;w; I hope you like it!!! and thank you again!!! (Also, i kept the reason for your parents' death ambiguous, because i know some people (myself included) read fics with their ocs in mind, so you're free to fill in the vagueness with your own personal ideas if you want!)

Feeling Overhaul

Eustass Kid x Fem Reader

The anniversary of your parents' death always leaves you feeling shallow, but your boyfriend's lack of social and situational awareness crops up to make your day even worse.

Warnings: SFW, hurt/comfort, reader being understandably upset, descriptions of an argument with some veeeeery slight verbal abuse, once again hurt/comfort, hurt/comfort. communication is key loves

Your sour mood had been steadily building over the last few days, but your sorrow reached its peak on the last day of the week, according to the barely legible crew calendar that was based off of when the messenger coos arrived with the weekly paper.  It was a day you despised thinking about, the memories associated with the day leaving your throat tight, an uncomfortable malaise in the pit of your stomach.

All things considered, you thought you were doing a decent job at keeping your emotions in check while performing your usual duties on the Victoria Punk.  The bow of the deck needed a thorough scrubbing, a few spots in the walls of the crow’s nest needed repairs from a recent run in with a smaller, weaker pirate crew, and a few secondary sails needed their holes patched up.  It was a perfect day to distract yourself from your woes.  Drowning your discontent in your work had become quite a valuable skill.

Until you slipped on the soap that lathered the hard wood of the bow and fell flat on your ass.  When trying to stand, your hands gave out under you and you hit the deck once more, one of your crew mates tossing you anxious glances as you struggled to regain your bearings.  Climbing up to the crow’s nest, you were plagued with a sudden wash of grief over the day, so much so that you lost your grip and slipped down the Jacobs ladder, your foot catching on one of the wooden rungs beneath you.  Wire was directly under you, climbing as well to assist with the crow’s nest repairs, and his method of helping you after your slip involved gripping your arm so hard it left a bruise.  You bit back your tears at the pain of your crewmate’s hand around your limb and the humiliation of almost falling 12 feet onto the hard wooden hull, but you once again bit back your shame and finished your arduous climb up.

By the afternoon, word had gotten around the Victoria Punk that your work was lacking, that you were clearly struggling with something, that perhaps you weren’t feeling well.  When it finally got around to Captain Eustass Kid, who doubled as your beloved partner, he was less than pleased.

The last thing he wanted to do was deal with your emotions, and the last thing you wanted to do was deal with his abrasive, apathetic attitude.

“Care to explain why the hell the entire crew has caught you slacking off today?” he demanded, thundering toward you in one of the upper corridors of the ship’s hull.  You were still returning some of the tools you had used to patch up the ship’s sails when he accosted you in the hallway.  It was almost dinner hour, and many of the crew were bustling through the same corridors finishing their afternoon tasks before meal time.

“What?” you snapped back, caught off guard by his threatening question.

“Don’t ‘What’ me.  Why have you been tripping and falling everywhere?  What kind of joke are you trying to play?”  His face was angry, livid even, not granting you even one second to explain your plight.

Your eyebrows furrowed.  “I’m not trying to bumble around the boat like an idiot.  I’m just not feeling well and haven’t been able to focus.”

Kid scoffed.  “Then get over it.”

Perhaps you were being irrational, but at the same time, you had officially had enough of the entire day.  You dropped your supplies on the floor around your feet, heat radiating off of your body in waves.  “What did you just say to me?”

Your captain bent down to be at your level, which was insulting to your current state.  “Get.  Over.  It.”

Anger boiled in your lungs, lighting your heart on fire, blinding the corners of your vision with a fuzzy white light.  You tried to turn your back to him and escape down the corridor, but yelped when Kid grabbed your wrist and pulled you back toward him.

“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong with you?” he asked.  He really couldn’t control the sound of his voice, regardless of his current emotion, and the volume of his shouts filling the space made your body tense up in fear.  Eyes watching the scene unfold around you widened.

Around the corner behind Kid’s back, Killer darted forward, alerted to the sounds emanating from the narrow passage.  “Kid, chill out!”

“Are you going to care about me any more if I tell you?” you demanded back, trying to pull your wrist away from his grip.  His flesh hand held firm, however, almost burning your skin.  He shrugged Killer’s own hand off of his shoulder forcefully, completely ignoring his friend’s plea to calm himself somewhat.

Kid rolled his eyes.  “It better be damn important if it’s got you almost falling off of the Jacobs ladder.”

You steeled yourself, sucking in an uneasy breath and facing your stubborn partner head on.  “Today’s the anniversary of my parents’ death.  I’ve never been able to feel alright when I think about them.”

There was a brief, uncomfortable silence that floated between the two of you, the air in the hallway thrumming with a suffocating tension.  Kid’s grip finally relaxed on your wrist, allowing you to yank it away and rub your sore skin.  His red-painted lips finally parted, and all he graced your ear drums with was, “That’s it?”

Your heart dropped.  “What do you mean ‘that’s it’?”

“Parents die all the time.  What makes today so different?”  His narrow eyes were back to their scathing glare.

At this point, however, you had had enough.  You were practically shaking with a barely contained rage of your own as you stepped closer to your captain and spat in his face, causing him to stagger backward, giving you enough space to let your emotions bubble outward.  “I don’t have to tell you shit if you’re going to talk to me like that!  In front of the entire crew?!  Just because you’re my captain doesn’t mean you get the excuse to accost me in the hallway and berate me for slipping a few times.”  You frantically dug through your brain for words to add to your outburst, perhaps asking how he had the sheer gall to have such an attitude toward you despite dropping his walls and being so kind toward you on an average day, but all you could muster in response was, “Fuck you, Kid.”

You stepped away from him, narrowly missing another one of his lunges to get you to stay.  His voice was low and intimidating.  “Don’t talk to me like that.”

“Then don’t tell me that my day of grieving is stupid!  Fuck!  You!” you spat back, finally turning on your heels and sprinting out of his reach, down the hallway and into the ladder well into the lower deck, desperate to get as far away from your captain as possible.  You knew he was prone to struggling with empathy, and kindness had never been one of his strong suits, but to be talked to in such a way, have your feelings belittled after you had almost severely injured yourself as a consequence of your lacking mental health, hurt more than a stab to the liver.

Kid’s burning gaze followed you as you fled, harshly turning on his own heels to slink to the galley and drown his frustrations in whatever liquor the crew had acquired from the last island.  He bumped Killer’s shoulder, forcing the blonde to the side.  The crew watched as their captain rounded the corner out of sight.

---

You didn’t arrive for the dinner call, your usual seat left unfilled and the plate uneaten.  A few crew mates who hadn’t witnessed the explosive scene from an hour ago asked around for your whereabouts, but the only one who bothered to stand up and search for you was Quincy who quickly ate her meal and abandoned the table.

Kid was pounding back alcohol like no one’s business, leading to many a concerned glance.

“Kid,” Killer muttered.  He rested his masked head in his hand, desperate for context at what he had previously run in on.  “What happened?”

“Nothing,” the red-head grumbled, throwing back another mug of golden beer, some of it dribbling down the side of his mouth.

The few straggling crew members who remained around the large dining table shared worried looks.

“It’s clearly not nothing,” Killer countered.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” snapped Kid.  Even at the age of 23, he was still no better than a bratty little child when things didn’t go his way.

Killer dropped the subject with a sigh, the sound escaping the holes in his mask with a subdued hiss.

Quincy, on the other hand, carefully opened the door to the women’s bunk room where she found you, curled on your side on the mattress that used to belong to you when you first joined the Kid Pirates, your face buried in a pillow and your shoulders shaking with silent sobs.

“Darling,” she cooed, silently tapping across the floor to sit on the side of the bed, her gentle hand ghosting over your arm.  “What happened?  Why didn’t you come to dinner?”

The sound of her voice unraveled you from your coil, your tear-stained face and puffy red eyes meeting her concerned stare.  “Kid and I had a fight,” was all you said.

“About?”

You rolled onto your back, clutching the pillow that was thoroughly drenched in your salty tears to your abdomen.  “Today’s the anniversary of my parents’ death, and when Kid asked me what was wrong, he told me, ‘What makes today so different, parents die all the time.’  Like…?” your voice wavered, “Who says that?  And to his girlfriend nonetheless!”

Quincy made a disappointed tsk sound with her tongue, sympathetically rubbing your arm through the sleeve of your shirt.  “Honey, he’s stupid.  But still, he was wrong to speak to you like that.”

You sniffled, wiping some snot from your face with the arm that wasn’t being caressed by your close friend.  “I know… but it still hurts.  I wish he could just… I don’t know… be nicer to me?”

For what it was worth, both of you knew that Kid wasn’t truly ‘stupid.’  He was strong, strategic, and resilient, but when it came to matters of the heart, his brain dwarfed to the size of a peanut.  It was only a matter of getting the headstrong captain to realize how he had truly hurt you.

“Honey, sleep in here for a few nights to get a proper rest, away from him,” Quincy offered, standing up from her seat on your mattress to approach one of the wardrobes, pulling out a comfortable shirt and baggy pants to relax in.  “Let this blow over for a little while, and then you can try to talk it out with him.  We can help if you need it.”

You sat up yourself, gratefully taking the clothing from her arms, a small smile on your lips.  “Thanks, Quin.”

The curly-haired woman left the bunkhouse to let you change, passing by Killer trudging through the hallway, a towel draped over his scarred arm.  “Hey, have you talked to Kid?”

“He’s drunk off his ass right now,” Killer grumbled, dragging his free hand down his mask in a display of exasperation.  “I couldn’t get him to tell me what happened, but he’s gonna be out of it for the rest of the evening.”

Quincy bit the inside of her cheek as she assessed the first mate’s message.  “I’ll tell you.”

---

It had been about three days since the argument Kid had blasted you with in front of your crew mates, your humiliation and anger toward your captain burning a hole into your lungs.  You couldn’t contain your tears for at least six hours after your initial outburst, the grief of losing your parents in the way you had all those years ago now partnered with the anguish of screaming at Kid… and spitting on his face.  The act was so beneath you, and yet.  Dive and Hip, who had seen the argument first-hand, had helped to assure you that you weren’t in the wrong for what you had said, reassuring your stance that Kid was far too intimidating when all he wanted was a simple answer for your strange behavior.

Heat had come to you with a covered plate containing the dinner you had missed, informing you that Kid still had a very poor system of managing his emotions.  While you understood this first hand, being his partner for the better part of a year, you still didn’t believe that was a proper excuse to diminish your emotions in the way he had.

After those three days of your absence, strategically avoiding him at all hours of the day, Kid was fed up.  He needed to talk.  His bed was too empty without you.

Killer told him it would be a bad idea to call you to his quarters, but he did it anyway.  And when your anxious knocking reverberated through the thick wooden door of his cabin, he was quick to call your name and grant you entry.

You stepped in, shutting the door softly behind you, keeping your head low.  Kid stood from his mattress, clearing the floor in broad steps and trying his best to lay on the charm, wrapping his large arm around you and cooing his best, casual greeting, “Hey, babe, I’ve missed you.”

You shrugged yourself away from him, your eyes downcast.  You looked… hollow.  “Did you want something from me, captain?”

Kid felt a foreign pang deep in his chest.  You hadn’t been referring to him as your boyfriend or partner.  Right now, he was strictly ‘captain,’ and that notion left him feeling far too empty and vulnerable for his liking.

Fuck, he wasn’t good at this in any way.

Your gaze bore scorching holes into his own eyes, silently demanding the apology that you knew you deserved to hear from him.  With a deep sigh, Kid turned around and stomped back to his mattress, dropping his head into his hands.

“I didn’t know your parents died,” he blurted.

You stayed quiet.

“I don’t know what you want me to say.”  His voice was a low grumble.

You suppressed a scoff.  “How about, ‘Sorry for yelling at you in front of the crew?’  Or, ‘I’m sorry for saying that your feelings don’t matter.’  Something like that, maybe.”  Your voice, in comparison, was eerily level, your time to be physically upset with the situation having expired two days ago.  Now all you were left with was an uncomfortable feeling of unease, a hole in your heart where Kid usually sat now being emptied and replaced with a barren cavern that desperately wished to be occupied by the man you loved once more.

Because you really did love him.  You knew his lifestyle, his behaviors, his tendencies toward cruelty.  And yet, he remained kind toward you.  He allowed you to open up to him and did the same in turn, and he nestled himself perfectly, albeit clumsily, into your life.  You didn’t want to lose that.

Watching as Kid clearly struggled forming those two little words on his tongue was like watching someone perform self-surgery.  His pride had impeded his sense of empathy for so long that the simple notion of apologizing was such an estranged concept for him.

How stunted.

But you held firm, remaining in front of his closed door as he kept his head in his hand, his thick fingers teasing through his slightly greasy red hair.  After what felt like an eternity, he finally picked his head up.  “I’m sorry.”

There it was.

He continued, sucking in a shaky breath.  “I really didn’t know it was the anniversary of your family’s death.  I wish I asked you about it sooner instead of… that.”

You stayed quiet.

“... Instead of yelling at you like that.  And attacking you for something that was out of your control.”  He kept his voice low, as if he was carefully picking out his words from a small bucket inside his thick skull.

After a few uncomfortable moments of silence, you released the tension in your shoulders with a sigh.  “And I’m sorry for spitting on you.  And for cursing you out.”

“No, you shouldn’t apologize,” Kid stated, finally picking up his head and gazing at you, his eyebrows furrowed.  “I deserved it, really.”  His fingers anxiously rubbed the rough fabric of his pants.  “Killer sat me down and gave me a bit of a beat down.  Physically and verbally.  Because I know I’m not good at this.  I’m not a good person.  And I really fucked up with you.”

You remained firm with your feelings, but you finally approached his bed and sat next to him, leaving a comfortable gap between your bodies that your captain, your partner, didn’t try to close.  He kept his distance from you, silently ensuring that you were allowed, and encouraged, to open up to him when you were the most comfortable.

“I just want to make sure that you actually mean it,” you whispered.  “And that you’re not just saying that without believing it.”

“I mean it,” Kid confirmed, his voice unwavering.  “I really do.”

You gazed at him apprehensively.  “... Promise?”

Silently, Kid held out his pinky toward you.

You looked at his finger, confusion glossing your features.  “What are you doing?”

“Have you never made a pinky promise before?” he asked.

Your mouth threatened to curl into a small smile.  “Can’t say that I have.”

Kid released his hand only so he could take yours, folding your fingers down so only your own pinky stuck out from your fist.  He repeated the motion with his own hand, curling his smallest digit around your own.  “It’s a promise that I mean what I said.  Killer and I used to do this all the time as kids.”

Your composure finally broke as you snorted, your own finger curling around his.  “That’s sweet…”

“The point is that, if I break the promise, you get to break my finger,” he explained.

“Suddenly everything makes sense,” you uttered, your lips finally curling into a grin.  “Don’t give me an excuse to break your finger.”

In response to your lighthearted plea, Kid raised his hand with yours still attached and pulled back down in a handshake gesture.  “Never.”

Your finger stayed curled around his as you gazed at your hand.  “I’m still kind of upset with you.”

Kid’s shoulders stiffened.  “I get why.”  After you stayed silent for a few extra moments, he finally asked, “What can I do to make it up to you?”

Your eyes bore into his once more, his gaze remaining steady as well.  “You can start by not jumping to conclusions… or being accusatory without any context.”  You sighed.  “I’m not telling you to change your entire personality, Kid, because I know who you are.  And I fell in love with the normal, regular You.  But I just ask for a little bit of kindness.”

Kid released your pinky in order to lace his entire hand with yours.  “I’ll give you more than a little.”

“Or I can break your pinky?” you asked once more, another small smile breaking out on your face.

Your partner grinned.  “I’ll throw myself overboard if you ask.”

You finally closed the gap between your bodies, tentatively laying your head on his shoulder.  “No… I wouldn’t want to lose you like that.”

[anjee0]

A Melody from the Heart

Chapter 2 ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

Eminem x Female!reader (Feel free to put in your own oc insert)

Description - Y/n is struggling artist who decides to perform at an event hosted by MTV where a bunch of celebrities will be watching in person. Marshall is invited and is immediately captured by Y/n's beautiful voice. Now all he wants is for her to be on his next song.

Warnings - Throughout the series there will be: Smut, Mild swearing (More warnings to be added in the future)

Y/n spent the next few weeks feeling stressed about her audition tape. She would constantly find herself checking her emails all the time. It came to the point that she would sneak off secretly to check during work. At one point, her manager Tom had caught her.

“Y/n?” He asked, startling her.

Her phone fell out of her hand and it would've hit the floor if it weren't for her fast reflexes. She quickly put her phone in her pocket and turned around to give Tom a nervous smile.

“Hey Tom.” She said with that dumb smile on her face.

“I know you were on your phone Y/n. Matter of fact, I've seen you checking it a lot more recently. Could you explain why?”

“Well, uh. Have you heard of The Rhythm of New York?”

“Oh yeah, that celebrity event that MTV's hosting where people come over to sing?”

“Mhm, well, I auditioned for it.”

“You did?”

“Yeah. I've just been so paranoid about it and I've just been feeling pretty on edge.”

“You auditioned for The Rhythm of New York?” A voice asked ecstatically.

Y/n whipped her head around to see one of her co-workers stick his head out of the door that led to the kitchen in the back.

“Sure did, Daniel.” Y/n responded.

“And you didn't tell me?” Daniel replied dramatically, pretending that he was hurt.

Y/n chuckled at his antics. “Sorry, Dan.” 

“Listen, I understand that you're paranoid about it but you can't be checking your phone all the time at work, understand?” Tom said.

“Yes, no, of course. I understand.” Y/n replied.

Just then, Maya came out of the kitchen with a huge smile and put her arm around Y/n. Their other co-worker, Ali followed Maya out too.

“Just you wait guys,” Maya said. “She's gonna be an international superstar.”

“We don't know that yet. I haven't even gotten anything back. And even if I did get in, my performance will be forgotten about the next day.” Y/n said.

“Oh don't say that!” Ali insisted. “We've all listened to your music and you've got talent, girl!”

Y/n thanked Ali and smiled as she felt a warmth of happiness spread through her heart. Her co-workers at the diner had always been the family she'd never had. They had all the elements a family would have: kindness, support, care and love. Y/n felt safe with them. She felt like she could be herself and not be judged.

Suddenly, a notification went off on Y/n's phone. She looked at Tom pleadingly and gave him a needy look that said: “Please let me check my phone, just this once and then I'll promise to stop getting distracted by it while I work.”

And just like Tom could read her mind, he sighed. “Fine, you can check it. But, seriously, after this you gotta stop going on your phone all the time.”

Y/n checked the notification from her lock screen and noticed it was an email from The Rhythm of New York. She covered her mouth as her eyes widened.

“Is it from them?” Maya asked.

Y/n nodded as she unlocked her phone and opened Gmail. Her shaky thumb hovered over the unopened email as she felt beads of sweat rolling down her face. She suddenly placed the phone down on the counter and started pacing around.

“I can't open it.” She said, feeling scared.

“What? Yes you can.” Daniel replied.

“No, what if I didn't get in? Or what if I did get in and it was just a mistake and then when I go to perform they kick me out? Or what if they kick me out mid performance?! My life is doomed-”

“You got in.” Maya interrupted.

“What?” Y/n replied shakily.

Maya held up Y/n's phone. “You got in. It says it right here.”

Y/n took her phone off her friend and carefully read the email, making sure she didn't miss out a single word. 

“Oh my gosh, I actually got in!” She cheered.

Everyone started cheering for her and hugging her as they congratulated her.

The email read:

Dear Y/n Y/l/n,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been one of the few lucky people to sing at MTV's music event; The Rhythm of New York. 

Please come to the address below to rehearse and practise your performance.

“There's an address below I have to go to so I can practise.” Y/n said.

Maya peered over her friend’s shoulder to read the address. “I know where that is.”

“Do you think you could come with me there later?” Y/n asked.

Maya agreed and they decided to go to the address after work. 

“Alright everyone, back to work.” Tom said, waving his hands  and shooing everyone back to continue their work.

The next week consisted of practising and long rehearsals. By the end of week, Y/n was ready to just throw herself onto her bed and fall into a deep sleep. But she still had more to do. She had to get a dress as well.

So the following week, Maya and Y/n ran through a variety of different stores looking for the perfect dress. Y/n's constant trips to the dressing room made her feel exhausted. It only made her more disappointed when the dress her and Maya chose didn't satisfy her.

“Okay, how about this one?” Maya said. She held up a strapless, dark purple dress that shone in the light.

“Oh, this looks cute. Hope it looks cute on me though.” Y/n said as she took the dress with her to the dressing room.

Y/n took off her clothes and slid on the dress. When she looked at herself in the mirror she smiled joyfully knowing that this dress was the one.

“Well? Do you like it?” Maya said from outside the room.

Y/n slid the curtain open and grinned at her best friend. “Saying I like this is an understatement. I love this!”

Maya gasped in awe as she took Y/n's beauty. The dress fit her perfectly and made her look absolutely phenomenal.

“You need to get this dress! I'll pay for it.” Maya said.

“Oh, you don't need to do that. It's fine.” Y/n insisted.

“Are you kidding me? Y/n, this is a huge event in your life and I wanna help. Please let me pay?” Maya pouted her lips and put on a puppy dog expression that Y/n just couldn't say no to.

“Okay fine. But I'll pay you back.”

After Y/n got changed back into her regular clothes, Maya took the dress and paid for it. They both left the store feeling giddy as ever. 

When they left the store, they were met with the beautiful sight of a sunset. Pink and purples blended together with the bright oranges and pastel blues. It looked absolutely stunning and out of this world.

When they got settled in the car, Y/n opened Instagram and the first post she was immediately met with was an official guest list for The Rhythm of New York posted by MTV themselves.

“Maya! MTV released the guest list!” Y/n exclaimed loudly.

“Jeez girl, calm down.” Maya chuckled. 

“Sorry, this is just really important for me-”

“It's fine, don't worry. Let's take a look.”

Y/n moved her phone over so her and Maya could both see the screen. They both gasped and screamed with excitement as they scrolled down the list and read the names. Y/n's excitement soon turned into nervousness and fear when she read a certain name aloud.

Eminem.

“Eminem's coming to the event?” Y/n asked as her voice shook.

“Holy shit! He is! That's amazing, you love Eminem!” Maya exclaimed.

“Exactly. I don't think I can do this anymore.”

“What's wrong?”

“If I mess up, I'll mess in front of Eminem! Teenage me would never forgive myself. That man carried me through my high school years!”

“Y/n, come on. Don't say that, you're not gonna mess up, you're gonna wow everyone there.”

“I hope…”

The next week felt like a blur and it just felt like all of a sudden when Y/n found herself in the dressing room looking at herself in the mirror.

Tonight was the night she'd perform in front of a bunch of celebrities. Y/n nodded along to ‘Lose Yourself’ as it played through her headphones. She kept repeating the same line in her head over and over again: “You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow. This opportunity comes once in a lifetime.”

Y/n was interrupted by a voice calling her name. When she turned, she saw a tall man wearing glasses and a white wireless mic.

“You're up Y/n. You ready?” He asked.

She looked in the mirror one more time to make sure her hair and makeup looked flawless. She stood up and dusted off her purple dress then smiled at the man.

“I'm ready.”

The hall was full of different celebrities at their tables. Marshall and Hailie sat at the table in the back as they had their drinks.

“I still don't get how you drink sparkling water.” Hailie said. “It's disgusting.”

“It's not that bad. You're overreacting.” Marshall replied teasingly.

In that same moment, the announcer came onto stage with a bright smile on his face. “Good evening everyone!” He said. “Our first performer will come onto stage soon. Her name is Y/n Y/l/n and she's singing her own song tonight, A Melody from the Heart. Give it up for Y/n!”

“Ooh, an original song. That sounds good.” Hailie said, her voice full of excitement.

Marshall only hummed and nodded in agreement.

Y/n took a few deep breaths before she walked on stage and stood behind the mic. She could feel her heart picking up its pace and thumping out of her chest. Butterflies erupted in her stomach as it twisted and turned around in her body. Beads of sweat trickled down her forehead. 2 seconds had only gone by. Luckily, she couldn't see the audience because lights were dimmed down. The only lights in the room were the vibrant ones on the stage. She saw Marshall and Hailie sitting in the back and quickly looked away, not wanting her nervousness to ride even more.

Eventually, the song started to play and Y/n put herself together before she opened her mouth to sing. Her voice was gentle and pure as the beautiful melody poured from her lips. She sang her heart out and conveyed the mixture of deep emotions from the song to the audience.

Marshall was taken aback and watched in absolute awe as he watched Y/n. He didn't expect such an angelic and velvety voice. He could see her words painting a harmonious picture. He fell into a trance and the only thing he could do was just focus on the beauty of her voice. Not to mention that Marshall thought Y/n looked absolutely ravishing in that purple dress.

When the song ended, the audience erupted into a chorus of cheering and applause. Y/n smiled softly and bowed before leaving the stage. And as soon as she left the stage, Marshall had only one thought in his head:

“I need her on my next single.”

Right after Y/n left, the next performer was quickly called onto stage. She quickly ran over to someone else working there and asked if she could leave.

“Yeah, you can leave honey. Is everything okay?” The woman asked.

“Yeah, I just have a night shift I need to get too.” Y/n lied.

“Ooh, you're a very busy woman, huh? Well you can leave. Exit is through the back.”

Y/n thanked the lady before quickly darting through the back door. She quickly made her way to the front and at perfect timing, Maya pulled up in her car. She rolled down the window and smiled at her best friend gleefully.

“Girl, you were amazing!” Maya exclaimed.

“Did you see me on TV?” Y/n asked as she chuckled and got into the passenger seat.

“Of course I did! You killed it, and the lighting made you and that dress pop!”

“Thank you Maya!” Y/n wrapped her arms around her friend and held her closely.

Maya started driving away but it only took Y/n a few moments to realise that they weren't taking the correct route to her apartment.

“Where are we going?” Y/n asked.

“Oh, I left something at the diner, can we quickly go there so I can get it?” Maya asked.

“Yeah, that's fine. But isn't it closed? Do you have a key?” 

Maya nodded slowly and furrowed her eyebrows as she pressed her lips into a thin line. “Uhh, yeah.” She sounded unsure.

Y/n nodded and hummed in agreement as she felt suspicions rising.

When they reached the diner, Maya made Y/n get out of the car too. It took Y/n by surprise when Maya opened the door without the key. The lights were also turned on which caused Y/n to be even more confused. But as soon as she stepped inside, her co-workers came out from behind the counter and yelled: “SURPRISE!”

Daniel pulled the string of a confetti cannon making colourful bits of paper fly around everywhere.

“Dude, I told you not to use that!” Sam said.

“Chill, I'll clean it up. Don't worry.” Daniel replied dramatically.

“Oh my gosh! What is this?” Y/n asked.

“A surprise party!” Ali said as she revealed a chocolate cake and placed it on the counter.

“Oh you guys! You didn't have to.” 

“It was Maya's idea. She insisted.” Sam said.

Y/n hugged Maya tightly as she felt tears of happiness well up in her eyes. “Thank you Maya.”

Maya wrapped her arms around her friend and whispered. “Of course. You deserve it.”

They cut the cake and decided to watch the rest of the performance on the TV mounted on the wall.

“Were all of you guys in here watching me on the TV?” Y/n asked.

“Yeah, duh! And let me just say, you did great! Actually, that's an understatement. You did phenomenal! You should've seen the audience's faces.” Daniel said.

“Oh my goodness! Eminem's face. He looked like he was in love!” Maya said.

Everyone nodded and hummed in agreement as they ate their cake.

“Guys, that's crazy. Eminem is not like that. He's a very guarded person. That doesn't sound like him.” Y/n said.

“Okay, well whatever it was. He just looked amazed.” Sam said.

“Well, now I'm not gonna be able to sleep cause that's all I'm gonna be thinking about.” Y/n replied.

Everyone laughed and continued eating their cake as they watched the rest of the performance together.

During a break, everyone was allowed to get out of their seats and get some food and talk to others, including the people who performed.

Marshall quickly got out of his seat. He wanted to find Y/n and talk to her. He normally wouldn't do anything like this but this little voice in his head was telling him that she had so much potential in her.

He found a lady who worked there and approached her. “Uh, hey. Is uh, Y/n Y/l/n here?”

“Oh, I'm so sorry. She had to leave early. She had a night shift to get to.” The lady replied. 

“Oh, right. That's fine. Thank you.” 

He walked away, feeling slightly disappointed. Hailie was able to sense that when he approached her.

“Everything okay, dad?” She asked.

“Yeah, uh. You know that girl who first came out? Y/n Y/l/n.”

“Yeah, yeah. What about her?”

“Well, I'm not too sure yet but I kinda want her for a feature.” 

“You do? I told you you would. Should've placed a bet on it.” She muttered the last part quietly but still loud enough for her father to hear.

“Uh, no. Let's not do that.” Marshall replied. “But yeah. I guess you were right.”

“I'm sure if you search her name online you can find her socials.”

Marshall smiled subtly at his daughter and nodded. “Yeah.”

A/N: This chapter was quite late and I apologise! I can finally start working on the asks and then my other series. Hope you enjoyed!

[kaleidoscopewritings19]

Joel Miller x F!Reader

Title: The World Still Turns PART 1

Warning(s): None

Character(s): Joel Miller, F!x Reader, Ellie Williams, Maria and Tommy Miller, OC Nicolas Barnes.

When it rained in Jackson, it rained. It would downpour for hours on end, and at night when you could find sleep, the rain would send you into a deep slumber. The world still worked like it was supposed to, regardless of the outbreak that took over the earth twenty years ago. People still had normal problems amongst the abnormal ones that this damned outbreak brought with it.

The normal ones were simple: raise a family if you happened to get knocked up, make a relationship work, there were still cheaters on the earth, and going to whatever work there was in the commune. The abnormal problems were a mile long: don’t get bitten by an infected, don’t get eaten by a group of cannibals, and stay alive without drawing too much attention to the commune.

Everyone still had a life to live, and the earth was going to turn and do what was natural, even if the earth was filled with the unnatural. It was something you had learned; you grew up in a QZ, and were taught that government order should still reign.

You desperately wanted a life where you were living for yourself and by yourself outside of the quarantine zone. It was going to be difficult, but you wouldn’t be living off of mediocre ration cards you received for burning infected bodies, or smuggling dope and making deals with the QZ officers.

Joel Miller crossed your path before Ellie came into the picture. He was your supplier, and you were just a runner. You fed him and Tess information when you could, and sometimes you helped supply them with things like pills, marijuana, whatever they needed you helped. Then you decided to leave it all behind one day, and Joel Miller happened to follow you outside of the QZ gates one night.

You held your hands up in the air, thinking you had gotten caught by the QZ police. “Y/N? What are you doing out here? ‘Specially this late at night. You know leaving the gates means you can be punished by the highest extent of the law.” Joel stated and you slowly turned around, lowering your hands.

“I’m tired of living like we’re a bunch of disposable prisoners. So I’m leaving.” You stated and Joel shook his head with a shit eating grin on his face.

“It’s not gonna be an easier out there, darlin’. No guaranteed meals, just a bunch of infected, and crazy people.” He stated and he moved around you, looking you up and down.

“I’d like to take my chances.” You replied before walking away from him. He grabbed your shoulder, “I’m bein’ serious. Come back and Tess and I can get you more involved. More ration cards, weapons, whatever you need. We can’t lose someone who gets good information.” He stated and you looked around at the tall wall in front of you.

“The lieutenant has a strong likin’ for you. I’ve noticed it, Tess has noticed it. You could retrieve information that would be useful to us.” He said and you ended up biting it, and staying.

You stayed until Tess and Joel were given a proposition; smuggle this girl Ellie to the Capitol Building. Joel insisted on you coming along, and you did. Everything did not go according to plan; Tess was bitten and stayed behind to give you, Joel, and Ellie more time to escape from the hoard of infected.

More things happened in between then and the three of you first arriving into Jackson; things you had pushed back in your mind.

Something sparked between you and Joel— the two of you had formed a bond, a relationship with one another. You were younger than he was, and the relationship never went past anything other than stolen kisses and hooking up to release pent up emotions and stress.

But now here you were, permanent residents of Jackson, trying to live the most normal lives. You had assumed that since the three of you could fully settle, Joel would want to take this relationship a step further than just being “fuck buddies.” But your assumptions were wrong; he didn’t want you the way you wanted him. It took you awhile, but you accepted the fact.

Ellie would bounce from your house to his, and constantly asked why the three of you couldn’t live in the same house. “We have our own spaces, El. He needs his and I need mine. We’ve known each other a long time, but now we have the opportunity to experience life without needing one another.” You stated and Ellie rolled her eyes. She knew that you and Joel were more than just friends; she knew a lot more than what she led on. Ellie knew that the two of you couldn’t survive without the other. She realized it before you or Joel did.

However, you decided it was time for you to move on. It was a known fact that Maria did not really care for Joel; sometimes she despised him.

So when the opportunity came about, she set you up with a man named Nicolas Barnes. He had been at the commune a long time; he was someone you could trust, and he was respectable.

Needless to say, the two of you ended up engaged and it sent the commune into a gleeful uproar. Everyone knew about it, and everyone loved the idea of the two of you being together.

The only person who wasn’t happy by the news was Joel. When Nicolas had announced it in the dancing hall, Joel turned on his heel, and didn’t speak a word to you.

Ellie wasn’t happy with the news, but she made it known to you when she came over the next morning for breakfast. “Does this mean I can’t come over anymore?” She questioned and you shook your head. “Of course not. Nick adores you, and you’re like… practically my kid. You still have a bedroom here and everything.” You said as you sat a plate of food in front of her.

She slowly picked up her fork, “Does this mean the two of you are going to have kids of your own?”

“Possibly. I don’t see why not. There’s people here who can help deliver a baby, and we’re safe for the time being.” You said as you took a drink of water.

Ellie picked at her eggs, “Why can’t you have that with Joel?”

The question took you by surprise, and you choked on your mouthful of water. You patted your chest, “Hm? What are you talking about?”

She looked you in the eyes, “Why can’t you and Joel get married? Have a bushel of kids and just I don’t know… be like you were before getting here?”

You wiped the water off the counter and clutched the towel in your hands. “Ellie, Joel and I… We just, we just aren’t meant to be with each other.”

“Why?”

“Oh El, because he doesn’t want what I want. He’s afraid to settle right now and—“

“Can’t you wait for him?” She questioned. You never had to beat around the bush with Ellie. So you gave it to her straight.

“I’ve waited a really long time Ellie. It’s been two years and he still hasn’t shown any interest in a relationship. Now eat your breakfast before it gets cold. Maria called a meeting and I have to go.” You say and you walked behind her and ruffled her hair.

She turned in the chair and hugged you and you hugged back. Ellie was always straightforward with her questions and she wasn’t afraid to ask them. It was the part of the reason you had grown to respect the teenager; she was strong willed and it was impressing.

———

When you had gotten to “town hall”, you walked in through the door and bumped into someone. “Oh, I’m sorry—.”

Joel��s dark brown eyes fell on you, and you were sure your face was flustered. “Joel, it’s been awhile. How have you been?” You asked and he turned his attention away from you. “Fine.”

Awkwardly, you smiled, “That… that’s good to hear. Ellie’s at my place, so if you go looking for her—”

“She told me where she was goin’.” He mumbled before walking off and you stood there like he had slapped you.

With a sigh, you quickly walked to the front and sat down as Maria and Tommy went to the front of the room. “Thank you all for coming. I know everyone would rather be at home staying warm and dry. But some of our patrol officers have spotted two infected in the area.”

Everyone started to murmur amongst themselves. “We are sending two people out to take care of the problem, and we choose Y/N Y/L/N. You’re our best archer. We need the problem taken care of quietly.”

Everyone turned their attention to you, and you nodded as a response. Sometimes you hated that you showed everyone your secret talent.

“And we’re sending Nick with you. He’s checking out another problem towards the south, but once he gets back, he’ll go with you. Meeting dismissed.” She said, and before everyone could leave, Joel stood up, and everyone sat back down.

“There’s no reason to wait. I’ll go with her. We can’t risk letting the infected get any closer to here.” He said, his Texas accent deep and thick.

Everyone started nodding, and simultaneously saying: “Yeah”, “He’s not wrong!”

Maria looked at you with questioning eyes, and you shrugged your shoulders. “Everyone, calm down. Joel. permission granted. Y/N, follow me.” She said and you followed behind her into one of the private rooms. She closed the door, “Are you sure you’ll be okay going with Joel? Because if it is going to be a problem, we can just wait until Nick gets back.”

You sat on the edge of the desk, “I’ll be fine. I just want to get the job done and get back. The faster the trip, the faster Joel and I can go our separate ways.”

Maria nodded in agreement, “I’m going to lend you a tactical bow. It’s the last one that is in decent condition.’ She walked to a cabinet drawer and pulled out a bow case and grabbed a handful of arrows.

You accepted the case and placed the arrows carefully in the bow case. “There were only two spotted, it should be a piece of cake. Take your guns, but only use them if it is absolutely necessary.”

You smiled and closed the case with a loud click, “We’ll leave now. The rain has seemed to stop, but it’s going to pick up again later.”

Maria patted your back, “Good luck.” You were definitely going to need all of the luck you can get; you and Joel alone? Never worked out.

Joel was standing by the buildings entrance, “We leave in ten. It’s going to be a walk, so we need to get going.” You commanded as you walked past Joel. You made sure not to glance or give him the time of day; you were furious he even volunteered to go.

When you had gotten to your house, Ellie was lying on the couch with a book in her hands; you explained to her what all was going on, and she needed to stay put. Of course, Ellie couldn’t go down without an argument on why she should go, and then you explained to her Joel was going too.

“Oh. Okay. Have fun!” She said before racing out your front door, leaving you baffled at her sudden obedience.

———

Joel met you at the gates of Jackson; his rifle was hung on his pack and you couldn’t help but to stare as you approached him.

Over the past couple of years, he has filled out to a healthy weight, his hair was thicker and there was more gray hairs in his beard than on his head. He was attractive, and you hated yourself for allowing you to think that way of Joel. He didn’t want you, and you still found him attractive.

Tommy patted your back, “This could be a two to three hour walk. If they aren’t by the dam, then they may have gone in the woods. Be vigilant, okay? If you’re not back tomorrow afternoon, I’m sending a team.”

You nodded and slung your bag over your shoulders, “Sounds good to me. Keep an eye on Ellie, please.” You said to Tommy, and he gave you a small smile. He looked over at Joel with an eyebrow raised. “Sure you can handle this, Joel? It’s a long walk.”

Joel stuck up his middle finger, “I can handle it.”

Tommy smiled at his big brother, “I’m sure you can old man.”

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The infected were not by the dam, so you and Joel made the descent into the thicket of trees and shrubbery. Not a bird could be heard or seen; there was no sign of life, not a single bug buzzing by, or squirrels scurrying across the fern filled ground. “I don’t like this.” Joel said quietly and you looked over your shoulder.

He was taking small careful steps, his rifle clutched in his hands. “Like what?” You stopped and waited for him to catch up next to you.

“It’s quiet. Too quiet. Cicadas should be out. ‘Specially with the rain stopping.” He walked past you, and you followed close behind him.

You listened intently for any sound, but all you could hear was your boots stepping into the wet soil of the earth, and the occasional snap of a twig, or the soft crunch of wet leaves.

Dusk was already falling across the sky, and a roar of thunder shook the ground beneath you. You knelt down to the ground when you found a set of smeared footprints in the mud; they couldn’t belong to you or Joel. “J, look.” You said pointing down at the imprints.

“This could be their tracks. It looks like someone was dragging their feet, could be our infected.” You stated and Joel knelt down next to you.

He studied the tracks and they went straight past where the two of you were standing. “These look fresh… really fresh, like ten-fifteen minutes fresh.”

An all too familiar choked gasp and click sound made the hair on your neck stand up. Joel’s eyes fell on yours and he pressed a finger to his lips; he stood up and then helped you up from your knees.

The two clickers were standing right in front of the two of you. Joel gripped your arm as two more came out from behind a tree, and again, he held his pointer finger to his lips, and you nodded in response.

Your backpack was flush up against his, his left hand clutched onto yours, and both of your right hands had a gun gripped into your palms. A loud boom of thunder roared in the sky, and the clickers “looked” around frantically, and on a boulder in front of you, a clicker croaked and you bit your lip, preventing any sound from escaping.

It stared directly at you, and lunged towards you with a great force. Joel shoved you to the side as the end of his rifle collided into the skull of the infected.

This sound didn’t go unnoticed by the other three clickers and it sent them into a frenzy. Rain began to fall as you pushed yourself up off the ground, looking around to see two, three clickers charging towards you and Joel. Easily, Joel stabbed the one that lunged at you in the back of its head.

One croak after another filled the air, and Joel grabbed your hand leading you deeper into the woods. The rain became relentless, making the grass slippery and visibility obscured.

When the two of you managed to get a good distance away, you pulled out your bow and a couple of arrows. “What the hell are you doin’? A bow and arrow, are not goin’ to work.” Joel hissed and you ignored his comments.

You stood up from behind the bush that was shielding you, and you pulled back the bow string, your fingers carefully gripping the arrow. You took a deep breath in and slowly breathed out, releasing the arrow and string. A clicker dropped to the ground and you mouthed to Joel, “See?”

It was easy for you, and arrow after arrow, you took all but one out. You and Joel had decided to split up because you had more than proven you could handle this situation if you happened to find it first.

The wind had picked up significantly and you shivered in the wet clothes that clung to your body. You wiped the excess water from your eyes, and a willow branch whipped you in the face as the wind violently shook the branches. Before you could react to the sharp sting to your cheek, a loud croak emitted from your left. This clicker was huge.

Its body was thickly coated in fungus; it had to have been the body of a body builder. Your feet were glued to the ground from fear; your scream was caught in your throat, and you stood there wide eyed in silence. This was how you were going to die. The monsters head cocked to the left and then to the right, croaking, and then its attention was fully on you.

Shakily, you turned on your heel and started running, its heavy footsteps sloshed in the thick mud and you kept losing your footing. You ran left and right, running through the thick woods and you could hear the clicker bump into trees and trip over holes and rocks, but it was relentless.

There was no escaping this— your thoughts were jumbled, you were out of breath, and you lost concentration of where you were going. Your brain was overwhelmed, your chest was heaving, and you foot had caught itself on a tree root that was sticking out of the ground. You fell with a thud, and quickly turned over.

The clicker was just mere feet in front of you, and you slowly dragged yourself back. Your hand fumbled to retrieve your gun from its holster, and the infected started to creep towards you. It had been a long time since you had gotten a good look at an infected.

Most of the time, your job was just to kill it; you were an amazing shot, you were able to use a bow, a knife, and any kind of gun. You were never in this position, but there’s a first time for everything. Your lips trembled, your heart was pounding in your chest, and you were shaking. Hard. With a slow breath, you had accepted your fate. Joel was going to find you dead—shredded apart and mangled. You tightly closed your eyes and you heard the clicker leap towards you.

All you could manage to scream was one word: “JOEL!”

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Author’s Note: I hope you guys enjoyed this one! Likes, Reblogs, and comments are always appreciated!❤️

If you want to be added to the tag list so you get notified when part 2 is up, let me know! Smut will be in the next one, and the next part is the last part 💕

[marinasekuz]

I DID IT AT LAST!!!!

Relationship Chart for my LMK OC Qiu 🎉🎊

Yeah, trying to explain short or dump the whole lore I had of her…

Maybe I will info dump her lore cuz I’m excited to share her story

Here it is:

Qiu, Yaksha at service of Guanyin, at first she was a demon that guarded part of east coast, killing the greedy humans that took too much from the ocean. Guanyin took action on this disguising herself as an old lady, the goddess went to visit this demon (not knowing who she was) saying that she wanted to set sail to catch some fish, to feed herself. Qiu was careful and defensive but she let the old lady go (she found something strange)

The old woman was a bit clumsy so she helped her to catch one fish, enough for her to eat, but the old woman ask her for another to her son, Qiu was mad for the human’s greed, saying that why asking for more when one is enough.

The old lady said that the ocean has plenty for everyone and that not all humans are greedy, even when she had her weapon in hand, she listened carefully to her.

After that, Guanyin showed her true form in front of Qiu, she was shocked. The Goddess then asked her if she wanted to be a guardian of her, her Yaksha, Qiu thinking about all the things she could learn, and that maybe the humans weren’t all the same, she hesitated a bit but accepted her offer.

After some time, Qiu learnt the way of mercy and compassion with Guanyin, that not everything can be solved with death.

She stayed in the Celestial realm with the Goddess for a while, reading and learning about her ways, and one time when she was searching for her, she found Sun Wukong eating all the peaches of the garden. She told him that he might get sick for eating all the inmortal fruit, he looked at her, asking if she was some of those boring and correct guardians but she was not like that, Qiu wondered about the reasons and why he does things, he just lazily responded that he wanted to be inmortal and to leave a print every way he goes, she was a bit confused, not understanding his ways, then between bites he kept talking about how she should be more open minded on seeing the world and that the Celestial Realm will only mold her ideas like a fragment of a full picture.

“Why don’t you go to the Mortal Realm to learn?”

He asked me, i couldn’t give him an answer because the maidens found him and started following him, he just chuckled and leaved to cause more mayhem elsewhere.

That question leaved her thinking, she kept her search for her goddess, and when she found her she hesitated a bit, but finally ask her about going to the Mortal Realm to share the wisdom of Guanyin and get to know the mortals nature, study their actions.

The goddess think about it for a moment to then accept her request.

—Maybe she knew that Qiu will cause a good impact on the mortal realm—

And since that day she started learning more by living and seeing about Guanyin’s teachings.

She wasn’t involved into the fight against heaven (she just met Wukong that once, didn’t met the rest of his brotherhood either)

She was asked to side the Celestial Realm when some battles came up, (she could refuse to fight if they didn’t tried a more parley way) she was a pretty skilled soldier, using only a naginata as a weapon.

She did met Nezha in his earlier years, he is like a little sibling to her, trained with him many times.

—After all, a spear & a naginata are pretty similar in combat and battle skills—

And that’s all that I have of her, for now, and also this is the first time that I draw the other characters from LMK (only draw a bunch of Wukong and Macaque and sometimes MK)

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

How about the towns people reacting to the farmer who despises joja. Like, think about it. The farmer left their soul sucking office job at joja behind only to see them again right across the bridge. I bet they would support the community centre out of spite.

They are normally a friendly and sweet person but the moment joja comes into the conversation they snap a little. Morris talks to them and their left eye twitches rapidly cuz this guy reminds them way too much of their old boss. They have dark dreams about the blinking lights of the work and rest lights and the bosses looming over them through the glass in their office.

Locals swear they see the light disappear from their eyes whenever they accidentally fish up a joja can.

Oh man, That's just about a perfect description of my OC Farmer. He is by nature a very kind and patient man, but every time he sees JojaMart, catching more trash with that logo on it, or sees people who use every means, even mean ones (remember that scene with Morris), to destroy the competition and become monopolists, he gets very sarcastic. Sometimes, it can be just pure rage.

But let's not talk about my OC, because the question here is about a neutral farmer 😅 So enjoy, dear anon!

SDV townies react to the Farmer who despises Joja:

Marlon's mind is more on protecting the Valley from monsters than on boycotting some store. He wouldn't have known about this until one day Farmer came in with a bunch of soda cans with the Joja logo on them, while swearing about the same logo. They told to the one-eyed adventurer that they had fished this cans of the mine waters at level 100. How these soda cans managed to end up in literal lava without burning or even deforming from the lava's temperature was a mystery to Marlon.

Stardew Valley has its own zest that makes the place unique, and according to Penny, JojaMart is ruining that uniqueness. Plus they constantly put promotions on the beer and ales they sell, which Pam just can't refuse. So Penny isn't too thrilled about Joja.co appearance in Pelican Town either.

How Willy understands them! There is already so much garbage floating in the sea from Joja's products that has endangered fish and other marine life. And the mart that was built here has only made the problem worse. So the old sailor will support the Farmer if they want to kick this corporation out of Pelican Town.

Not that George would care much where his wife bought the leek: from the farmers or from that huge store. After all, a leek is a leek no matter how you cooked it. Still, though, memories of his grandfather and his farm bring back fond memories of things that used to be both simpler and better. He's also annoyed by the loud music coming from the speakers in that supermarket, which is "supposed to attract customers" but distracts him from his nostalgic thoughts. Can't he have some quiet time in his own home anymore! If the Farmer wants to stage a boycott, then George will be the first of the participants!

Oh, this is so much fun! Abigail feel bad that she provokes Farmer on purpose, but it's not her fault that her friend gives such a funny reaction at any mention of Joja. "Look, Sam bought me a Joja cola, you want some?" *Possum hissing*

Haley thinks the Farmer is a fool. The only civilized supermarket in town, and Farmer looks at it as an insult to all humanity. Yes, the quality of the clothes leaves a lot to be desired, but there are a variety of sweets to choose from! And there's plenty goods for farming, too. The girl doesn't understand what Farmer's problem is.

Whoa whoa, easy, why the outburst of rage? What? Yeah, Alex bought a dozen eggs at JojaMart. After all, he needs protein. Hey! What's the Farmer doing? Give it back, why did they take the eggs?! If they wanted some egg, they could just ask! Wha?... Oh, the Farmer gave him three dozen eggs. These are from their farm? Uh, thank you. So big, and much better quality than he bought from Joja..... So, how's he gonna explain to Grandma that Alex now have three dozen eggs?

Gus sincerely hopes the Farmer doesn't vandalize his Saloon, at least as a sign of respect for the very owner of the establishment and his property. Because they've been looking at that Joja soda machine for too long. It's like they're trying to desiteng this poor vending machine. He may also have to take Joja Coke off the menu.

*Gasp* Hee-hee. Oh, Marnie can't stop laughing. To be honest, at first the young Farmer's angry stare and scolding caught her off guard and frightened her a little. But later, she can't stop giggling after every barbed comment towards Joja.co, their old boss and "colleagues".

Sheesh, wow. Sam would never have thought that a person could cringe like that at the mention of Joja. The young guitarist should think twice before opening a can of Joja Coke with Farmer standing next to him, because they will vaporize that very can with a look.

Jas already knows what natural resources are and has often heard from Miss Penny that many huge corporations often abuse and deplete these same resources. And this thought makes her sad. But she does not want to quarrel with anyone, so Jas will offer the Farmer to draw a poster together so that Joja will respect nature and makes products that do not harm animals and plants (spoiler: it won't work, but the Farmer was very touched by the girls’ idea).

Bad food? Bad store? But Mr/Mrs Farmer, why do you say that? Vincent doesn't really understand why they hate that store so much, where he often goes with his mother to visit his older brother and buy groceries. His mom even also buys him ice cream in the form of a dinosaur! Because dinosaur is so cool. What? Do they have a living dinosaur?! In a coop? Can he take a look please??? The farm is much cooler than this "Jodja'! Mom look, Mr/Mrs Farmer has a pet dinosaurs!

Oh, that whole blue trash things makes Leo and his bird family very sad. So he understands why the Farmer is so upset too. But the boy is not discouraged and wants to make a clean-up day together with Farmer, Linus and the parrots. Maybe the Joja people will see the beauty of nature and stop littering!

Oh, no, Farmer. You don't need to show so much negative emotion! Emily herself is not fond of Joja and their constant pollution of the environment with their waste, but absorbing so much anger and spreading it to others is not the best way to go about it. She does worry about the Farmer's mental state and will offer them meditation classes to get rid of the bad thoughts associated with the old job and Joja in general.

Shane would probably be the second person who truly hates Joja. Stupid, energy-sucking job, stupid boss who makes him work overtime, stupid uniforms that don't fit him and that make him itch. Can the occasional theft of beer and frozen pizza from Joja's warehouse be considered a form of protest?

Caroline nearly dropped her tea cup when Farmer literally hissed at the mention of Joja and Morris. The two of them were sitting alone in her sunny room drinking tea and Caroline was a little sad that her husband's business had gotten tougher since JojaMart had come to town. She had heard from the Mayor the reason for the Farmer leaving their old job and truly understands their decision (after all, life in the big city can be very tiring). Though the young Farmer's reaction to the mention of Joja.co has her a bit amused.

But when Pierre walked into the sun room (to pick up his gardening tools) where his wife and Farmer were sitting, and heard the conversation about his store and Joja, he started wailing and whining about the desperate situation. And the shopkeeper would wholeheartedly support Farmer in the idea that everyone would be much better off without blasted Joja! However, when the Farmers were about to leave, they thanked Caroline for the tea, and finally, with a sly smile, said that "Joja will not stay here for long". What this meant, neither Pierre nor his wife understood.

"Fuck! Fucking bitch ass Joja with their fucking cans and CDs! I want fish, not that dog ass shit plastic! Rot in hell, you goddamn corporation, bunch of bastards and rats!" Sebastian is used to Farmer's tirade by now, and watches from the kitchen window, sipping his coffee, as his poor friend has been trying to fish the mountain lake for the past two hours. Judging by their profanity, fishing was not going well.

But poor Maru, who almost dropped the wrench on her foot, heard the Farmer's profanity for the first time and thought something was wrong. When she went out to inquire after their fortunes, they were already sitting on the shore crying... and surrounded by the garbage from Joja.co. The young inventor invites Farmer into the kitchen for a cup of coffee with her and her half-brother.

While the brother and sister consoled Farmer with words and caffeine, Demetrius, seeing that there was now a lot of plastic lying nearby, offered to the Farmer take his recycling machine and scheme if they wanted more machines. Recycling would help to bring the environment back to its former state, also the recycled garbage would become useful products for the farm! Demetrius thinks it's unlikely that they'll be able to boycott the huge company in any way, so it's better to help the ecology like that at least.

Robin almost died laughing. "Holy macaroni, you swear like an old sailor!" She really didn't expect such profanity from such a quiet and kind person, but her son and daughter were not the only ones who heard the poor youth's tirade after a bad fishing trip. But Robin doesn't want to tease the poor Farmer, so she goes along with her husband's offer to take their recycling machine.

Oh dear, don't be so furious, you get a headache! Evelyn can understand why the poor Farmer is upset, but she would hate to see such a kind and sweet youth in a constantly bad mood because of Joja. Maybe they'll drop by for tea? She just baked cookies, and didn't use Joja products, granny promises! *wink*

Linus can feel Mother Nature weeping and choking on all this garbage and waste. And how her crying has gotten stronger since Joja their big store in town. The wise man stays calm though and tries to comfort the Farmer, because anger clouds his thoughts and it's impossible to think of ways to help nature.

Hmmm, dear, but Joja is full of good gardening supplies and farming seeds, and at a low price. Jodi thinks they should look in there and get something for.... Oh, okay, fine. Jodi won't mention Joja again, or she gets the impression that nice Farmer is transforming into a beast before her eyes.

Now, now... There's no need to get so angry or you'll get high blood pressure, Harvey knows what he's talking about. Anger is inherent in everyone, but he is well aware of how mental problems later affect a person's physical health. So if Farmer doesn't learn to control their anger, then it will be Dr. Harvey himself who gets angry. And take his word for it, Farmer, he will scold you severely.

For all his desire to help Farmer, Rasmodius feels he should not interfere in people's lives, much less use magic for it. Plus, he feels that there's no point in looking for an answer to solve a problem when the answer is right in front of them. Hmm? What is he talking about? Ah, young adept, the forest spirits will show you the way, you just have to learn to listen to them carefully.

Leah knows what it's like to live in a big city at an energy-sucking job, under the all-seeing eye of a mega-corporation (also with her ex who mumbling everyday about more profitable professions). And when Leah sees JojaMart, her mind involuntarily returns to that unpleasant part of her life. To be honest, she would also start snarling and hissing like a Farmer because of Joja or any other company that is trying to greedily take Stardew Valley for itself.

Elliott bows before Farmer: to reach such a peak of eloquence, masterfully masking sarcasm in conversation with the help of barbs and epithets - such a level was not even reached by Elliott himself, even with his rich vocabulary. The writer doesn't know why this manager from Joja.co angered the always good-natured Farmer, but Elliott made a note to himself to never get on the Farmer's bad side.

All right, kiddo! Don't bark at the store like a guard dog! Do Pam a favor and move your bum away from the main JojaMart entrance, she has to get a dark ale on special, plus a 15% off coupon. Huh, don't like Joja? Then don't look at them and problem solved! Like a piece of cake.

The tired father had to put his hands over Vincent's ears more than once to keep the youngest of his sons from hearing the endless stream of profanity from their new Farmer about the greedy megacorporation. Though Kent would be lying if he said the whole rant didn't make him laugh. Still, he tries to hide a smile under his wife's stern gaze.

All right, enough! Why don't you stop swearing, there's little kids walking around! Lewis can understand anything, but not useless swearing. The town mayor really does miss the days when they were all at the old Community Center, but yelling at Joja won't do anything. What do you mean the "Community Center will soon be alive again"? Farmer? Where are they going? Yoba, they're just like their Grandfather. Sigh, what a daredevil...bless your soul, my old friend.

Satisfied with his work and how quickly the number of visitors to JojaMart was growing, Morris didn't even notice how, when talking to a new resident of the Valley (aka "potential customer"), the poor "listener" had a twitch in his eye and a cringing their face. Well, one gets a tic, he doesn't really care. Although when Morris was at the restored Community Center where people started boycotting Joja, now his eye started twitching.

[puripurin]

Yan! Llama Hybrid x SheepHybrid! Reader

— Recently, on the farm, a bunch of coyotes and wolves started to snag some sheep hybrids into the woods when they would get too close to the fences. It has gotten so bad that they would do it in broad daylight.

The owners decided that they would introduce a new addition to the herd to combat the coyotes. A male Llama named Lumi. All of the sheep were skeptical at first because they all thought that it was a little odd that the new sheep would have such a long neck and a lot bigger in size, but soon enough, they couldn't help but warm up to him.

Lumi, on the other hand, was still in his awkward phase. He'd recently entered into adulthood and was feeling sad and lonely without his parents there to guide him, but it wasn't until he saw your gorgeous curls and your small little tail that wagged in excitement. Just in that moment, he'd decided to be your life-long mate and started the process of courting you.

You did not give a shit about Lumi. You only cared about the coyotes that ate the rest of the flock. You wanted to start making sacrifices to grow your cult of small critters such as squirrels and rabbits.

This was because you heard from a passing by sheep hybrid that was being transported to another farm about how you could obtain everything you wanted if people devoted their lives to you.

However, you didn't expect Lumi to be so dedicated to you that he'd easily deciphered your messages to your devout followers and your weekly gatherings.

As you walked out of the dead of night, with the intention of killing a coyote that night. But it was oddly still, as if it was waiting for something. The trees didn't ruffle against each other, and the cool wind was nowhere to be seen

You stiffened up and silently walked back. If one of the other sheeps found out about this whole cult thing you had going on, you'd be ousted and killed by the coyotes instead.

But, you were immediately thrown down and turned over. Your eyes widened in panic and started to attack the person who held you down silently, only to realize that blood was dripping on your face.

"My love, I've killed one of those tainted and unpure coyotes for your sacrifice. I would hate to see your delicate hands get stained with something unworthy of your desire... but why... Why do you yearn and look at someone else with interest other than me? ... Only I shall be your eyes and ears, my love..."

Random and barely edit post after months of not posting. I was watch yt shorts and i came across a video abt guard llamas w sheeps. Its been on my mind for 3 weeks and i started this 2 weeks ago. I only decided now to finish it.

You can see the point where i went fuck it because i had no idea what to do with the reader's background so i was like "Ooh maybe they want to smash the coyotes... what's close to smashing coyotes... Cult." Cult leader YN it is.

Anyways below is for the rest of people who want to know what happened after that incident.

I feel better about my dog's death, but we weren't able to get him back due to the poor weather and the fact he was last seen in a drain. So there wasn't a proper burial, but I'm happy that we didn't end up with 2 losses. We had them since they were puppies, and its upsetting that the younger one died, but i understand why they had to kill him.

He's a dangerous breed of dog even though he's docile most of them time. He was a cane corso, and my older dog is a rottweiler and pitbull mix. So not the most safest dogs to be around, but what are you gonna do when your country is busy locking up a man for money laundering bcs they shit at their jobs.

Right, if I'm not lazy enough, I'll go back and redo every one of my ocs bcs im on the verge of deleting them all from embarrassment. Then that will hopefully be a small week long event for my tumblr as im not used to those things. But this might take months.

Also, no won't do kinktober, im lazy, and smut isn't my forte. Anyways bye-bye, see yall when my coffin feels too stuffy~

(soz if this is shit as well bcs i didn't do a whole lotta explaining abt Lumi's behavior)

[yoru-no-seiiki]

YANDERE ! EREN JAEGER X READER HEADCANNONS

TW/CW: mdni, yandere themes, masturbation.

Have some headcannons while I wait for my henna to dry/watch the first season with my cousin.

I wish there were more who wrote for Canon! Eren. Like don’t get me wrong, Modern AU Eren is hot but I mean, fuckboys can be seen everywhere.

But Canon! Eren is batshit insane and that’s exactly what I love about him. I wish they at least add that to his modern counterpart instead of making him a basic bad boy but I mean if that’s what they’re into 🤷‍♂️

Anyways Exhibit A of why Eren in all eras is my fave AOT character:

Like I said, he’s batshit insane.

He has directly killed 2 people by the age of nine, and assisted in killing the third. Although this is out of self defense it still can’t be denied HOW HE TReateD THE SECOND DUDE HOLY SHIT- THE AMOUNT OF TIMES HE STABBED HIM.

Normal kids would just be terrified, maybe be even fight blinding and/or cry, probably even run tf away. But ya boi brought a knife and even deceived the person at the door.

EXHIBIT B:

He’d be a great yandere.

Let’s say that we age up our cast and make 18 the minimum age of enlistment (making him 21 around the attack of Trost).

Trainee Eren has the will of fucking steel. He’ll do whatever it takes to wipe out titan-kind, to make the cruel world he lived in finally know true peace.

To be with you in that new world he’ll build.

You were one of his fellow trainees. Someone who unconditionally believed and supported his desire to see the outside world. You didn’t treat him like a child as Mikasa did, and you weren’t so oddly distant when it came to his help and presence like Armin.

At first it started as a crush. An infatuation towards your looks and kind demeanor which morphed into a twisted sense of love.

You were the only one that understood him, that resonated with his wavelength.

He definitely frequently masturbated to your image. Stress was a known issue amongst trainees and soldiers alike. Many drank to rid themselves of such a problem. But to him just the thought of you two becoming one gave him relief and pleasure that any form of alcohol could never give. In the aftermath of the Trost incident, when faced with your unconscious, battered body he pulls a Shinji and jerks one off. Covering you with his release.

You think you’ll leave his mind once he gets busy with being a titan-shifter and the future of Eldia and such but nope.

Eren only has you and the new world he promised in his heart, body and soul. And that’ll never change.

EXHIBIT C:

Eren believes in freedom first and foremost.

So none of that kidnapping. At least in earlier years. He just wants you to be happy and safe. He’s more of the type to hurt others for your sake rather than be abusive and take away your rights.

Eren in later seasons has the capacity to keep you isolated, and that he will.

Like in other (unfortunately rare) fics of him, he keeps you in a farm land with a bunch of loyalists. If reader is afab! or has the ability to bear a child (for those with abo ocs or something idk) he’ll tell them that you are bearing his child and the future inheritor of his powers.

Otherwise he’ll come up with other excuses like having you as a tactician or war-hero they have to pay respects to.

He’ll give you as much freedom as he can provide while keeping you away from danger.

Though one might argue that his version of freedom for you is just an illusion.

[roki-roki-roll]

Can you tell me about the Rival Taylors?

Rival Tailors is a ship created by @whatlizardry and I between Stitchery Pins and an OC named RT (they/them) (we tried coming up with a name but initials stuck lol)

Also beware of spoilers for seasons 4 and 5 of the show!!!

It started with a running joke of what if when Diggory came back they started hearing about all the things their siblings had been up to since their disappearance. One such was if Stitchery had a homoerotic rivalry with the Scout City Tailor (as they are the underground Tailor). It ends up being a slow burn between the two.

The sort of timeline is:

● Stitchery meets RT at a market (both looking for fabrics) and it is hate at first sight. These two insult each other after every sentence upon their first meeting. Stitchery is more on the side of fashion and RT is on the side of practicality.

● A few years later when Stitchery is in trouble for fabric crimes and goes into a sort of hiding, RT doesn't sell them out when questioned by Scout City authorities. Stitchery appreciates it and the two become rivals in more of a competitive way than an I hate you way.

● At this point around 10 years have passed since they met. (Important to mention Stitchery’s receptionist has had to deal with this slow burn this whole time and is sick of both of them)

● At some point before season 4, Stitchery goes to spook RT at their shop but sees a burglar trying to break in to which Stitchery gets rid of them. This causes them to come by more often and RT sees this as an invitation to visit Stitchery's workshop too.

● On one hot summer's day, Stitchery visits RT who is dressed in a full suit, but notices that they keep swaying back and forth. RT collapses but Stitchery catches them before they could hit their head. RT begins to admire their strength but would rather die than admit that.

● One day when RT goes to visit Stitchery, they find them with a large cut on their back shoulder and them trying to sew themself back together. RT offers to help and Stitchery reluctantly accepts.

*first piece of art I did for them lol

● Sometime during season 4, Stitchery offers to walk RT home because the quartet is out and about. They have a slightly intimate moment when Stitchery hears movement and carries RT to a rooftop to avoid what was following them. At RT’s doorstep, Stitchery leans in for a kiss, but RT doesn't notice and goes inside, leaving Stitchery to think about what they were just about to do.

● Sometime during season 5, RT visits Stitchery but is told to hide as the quartet comes knocking. Stitchery gets all their stitches undone and RT sews them back together again. RT confesses that Stitchery is the most important person in their life and won't be able to handle them being gone.

● Post season 5, they finally get together when Stitchery finds RT stressed about finishing a large order and helps them finish it and explains that they dont mind doing it because they care for them. Stitchery tries to kiss them but RT turns away because they were in the middle of crying and didn't want their first kiss with Stitchery to be when they were a mess. When both have their bearings they kiss :))).

● Wayyyyy in the future the two get married n stuff lol

*Important to know that these two are still very mean to each other. Their insults know no bounds. But if someone insults one of them, the other will be furious.

☆There's a bunch of little side stories that go with these two some of which are:

(Not in chronological order)

RT designing a dress for Stitchery

Stitchery asking them to root for them at a basketball game

RTs many attempts at a proposal which Stitchery rejects because it needs to be perfect and finally them agreeing (a comic that I did)

Danielle inviting the two to go dancing and RT telling Stitchery if they don't like the outfit Danielle put them in they shouldn't wear it (another comic)

Stitchery murdering people in front of RT and RT being scared of them

Stitchery going on a kissing strike (and… another comic lol)

RT isn't invited to Diggory’s quinceanera and RT gets mad at stitchery for not inviting them (Stitchery thought they did)

Stitchery meeting RT's exs (murderous intent for the shitty ex)

As well as AUs:

A sort of fairy tale AU where all the mendies are under a curse and need a “true love” to walk them out of the grounds. RT agrees to being courted by Stitchery even if they argue a lot.

Human Stitchery and Mendie RT (Stitchery is still very tall so RT is only slightly taller)

Normal AU Stitchery and RT going to fashion college together

Now some facts about RT:

They blush very easily (Very important)

In design have very prominent laugh lines

They are average height (Stitchery wouldn't agree)

Has a younger sibling

At some point they develop black rain mutations that makes their back tough like a reptile

[sassysnitch]

Twisted Wonderland Headcannons:

The Housewardens finding out they have a secret/long lost sibling

Authors note: I was thinking about how in 2012-2017 it was so common for people to make their OCs a long lost sibling of a canon character and that's how I got this idea. Enjoy(?)

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🌹Riddle Rosehearts♥️

-If Riddle had a sibling all of the sudden it would either be an younger sibling or half-sibling for this situation to make the most sense.

-In other words: For Riddle to have a sibling and not know of them it would either mean his father was cheating/left his mom for obvius reasons and got with someone else, OR, they'd have to be born before him and have gone somewhere before he was born.

-Now his reaction at first would definitelly be shock. Right after a lot of questions for his mother.

-Would also be really angry and perplexed on why he didn't know he had a sibling sooner

-Despite his anger and confusion he'd most likely see connecting with his sibling as an important responsability

🦁 Leona Kingscholar 🐾

-Now for this one, Leonas long lost sibling would need to be older or else it doesn't really work.

-I'd say either said sibling was actually born before him AND Farena but went missing and so the parents had to make another heir and then Leona came after, or, said sibling is actually the second born and went missing so their parents had Leona to try and fill in the void in their hearts from the dissapearance of the missing child.

-Leona would also defenitelly be suprised, as well as in disbelief

-If it turns out the lost sibling is still alive, Leona probably wouldn't really mind them, but also wouldn't really see the need to fully connect.

-(he cares for them a little, don't worry)

🐙Azul Ashengrotto🔮

-Either younger sibling, older sibling or half-sibling could work in this situation, especially considering Azuls dad is kinda out of the picture.

-Would choke on his food/drink when he finds out about them

-I feel like he'd be somewhat eager to get to know them, concidering he was a rather lonely child (He was probably one of those kids who'd ask for a younger sibling as a gift on the Holidays)

-if said sibling is anything like him they're probably gonna become bisness partners (yay~)

✨Kalim Al-Asim🥥

-Considering Kalim has a bunch of siblings this can go either way

-The long lost sibling probably got kidnaped because of their status, survived, and couldn't find their way home until now

-Boi would be devistated to find out that one of his siblings was just, forgotten like that! He'd also feel sorry for what they went through

-But hey, once they go through a DNA test, (to really make sure they're an Al-Asim) all will be good, Kalim will also check up on them here and there, making sure they're adjusting back to their home well

⚗️ Vil Schoenheit 👑

-this one is also kinda easy, since we do know that Vil has a dad, but there's not really any information about his mom

-They've probably just been living with Vils mom their whole lives and that's why he didn't know

-his reaction would be the most dramatic "what" you've ever heard.

-would be very set on meeting them, he'd also most likely be a very caring brother

-(that's it I don't have any more ideas for Vil-)

💙 Idia Shroud 💀

-The sibling would probably have to older than him and Ortho for this scenario to work

-Once he's told about a "long lost sibling" he'd at first think his parents are talking about the original Ortho, is confused and somewhat scared when he's told that the conversation is infact not about Ortho.

-once he's calm he'd call it an "Anime plot twist of the century"

-Said sibling probably didn't want to keep on the STYX family bisness and went out into the world to pursue a diffrent passion and that's why they never met.

-Idia isn't super pumped about meeting this "long lost sibling" of his but is defenitelly curius about them and what they decided to pursue in life

🐉 Malleus Draconia📜

-Also would have to be older than him

-Would not be the only one that's suprised, the whole Diasomnia gang would have questions

-The sibling was most likely abducted as a child and suddenly have turned up now, this one however would probably not need a DNA test as long as they have the classic Draconia horns.

-They'd probably also be autamatically respected by Sebek and Silver, meanwhile Lillia is trying to figure out when exactly they could have been born for this situation to make sense, would be a total dad to them afterwards.