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ljaylmaoo · 13 days ago

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🎃Kinktober Day 5- Exhibitionism🎃

Hook x fem!reader 18+

!!UNEDITED/NOT PROOFREAD!!

warnings: Morgie and reader fight over hook (playful), classroom sex, grinding, creampie, the VKs are quite “normal” in this? lol, humiliation..?, caught..?, orgasms, creampie, etc!!

a/n: hello welcome to Kinktober day 5! I sincerely apologize for the wait 😭 I was focused on the fab 5 special and hit writers block then when I was writing them I didn’t like how they were going so i decided to completely rewrite them both. I’m still working on the fab 5 special so it may not be posted till tomorrow or the next! HAPPY HALLOWEEN! 👻

All I can say about this one is poor Morgie… 😭

word count: 2.7k

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Quickly walking out of your dorm and down to the courtyard, you attempted to pull your skirt down that was riding up your thighs just a little too high, though it was just enough to cover the bottom of your ass. It wasn’t new for you to be wearing something as revealing as this, you were always confident in your appearance and style which is what your boyfriend, James, adored about you; having a girlfriend with just as much boldness as him in terms of fashion and personality had let his own confidence bubble over (becoming a bit too much for some people to handle, though he couldn’t care any less). But knowing that you weren’t wearing anything underneath made you feel a type of nervous excitement that swarmed within. The way a simple breeze could easily divulge your dirty little secret to the whole school. It made you more excited to know that letting James in on your naughty exploit would easily play with and falter his own composure which is exactly what you wanted.

You wanted to be the one in control for once.

You entered the courtyard and strode over to your friends who were all in your usual spot at a bench in the far left corner. You made a quick glance at the others and lightly laughed to yourself as you saw that Morgie was of course bothering your boyfriend, sat on his lap and face cupped in his hands trying to kiss his cheek while Hook was trying desperately to pry him off cursing at him as the others laughed; but your main focus was on James.

The moment you made eye contact with the pretty brunette pirate his face instantly lit up and with one forceful shove he managed to push Morgie off his lap causing the boy to collapse onto the ground with a grunt. He stood up and picked you up, spinning you around, thankfully having his arms wrapped around your ass to keep the skirt from flying up at the action. You giggled and hugged him back, “Hello, darling” he smiled and began feathering kisses all over your face as a nonverbal way of saying ‘thank you’ for saving him from the previous situation he was stuck in before placing you down on the ground. “Hi” you replied still giggling, “um, were you cheating on me just now with Morgie?” You jokingly asked while gesturing behind you with your finger, pointing to the boy who had just gotten up off the ground with a pout on his face, Maleficent and Hades still getting a kick out of it. James only rolled his eyes, unamused, “haha, very funny. You know I would never.” You laughed again, “I know I’m just teasing, love.” You said, scrunching your nose playfully and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.

He sat back down and pulled you on top of him by your waist and rested his hand on your thigh, the feeling of the fabric of his pants making contact with your bare core reminded you of your lack of underwear and your original plan you had for today which had brought back the fluttery feeling in your stomach. “Gross.” Morgie rolled his eyes, still holding the grudge against Hook after he had thrown him to the ground. “Aww Morgs, are you mad because you can’t sit in his lap?” Mali cooed sarcastically, keeping the bit going. Morgie crossed his arms pouting more, “yes. I am, actually.” He began, “Because he is mine.” He stated while looking directly into your eyes with a glare, making it known that the statement was directed towards you. Hook groaned in annoyance, resting his forehead against your shoulder and slowly shook his head being completely fed up with him. You tilted your head, “that’s a shame…” you exhaled in faux disappointment, “cause it’s really comfy.” You smiled taunting the boy more while snuggling your hips more into his lap, getting more comfortable and as if on cue, the two of you stuck your tongues out at each other at the same time. “Not fair. She always gets to.” Morgie mumbled while walking over to Mali who patted his head.

“Wait!” Uliana unexpectedly spoke up who was focused on watching Bridget the whole time, causing the group to jump at the abrupt sound of her voice. The action made your clit to rub against his thigh causing you to let out a small moaned gasp which James picked up on. He gave you a weird look, “are you okay?” He whispered, tuning out Uliana’s voice, you smiled at him, “yeah I just…” you trailed off, your nerves making you hesitant on whether it was a good idea anymore or not. “Just, what..?” He questioned, before you could say anything, the first bell suddenly rang. It was now or never. You quickly decided to take the opportunity and follow through with your plan. You leaned closer to his ear, lips brushing against it as you whispered, letting him in on your secret. His eyes growing wide for a second and you felt him shift uncomfortably underneath you as you pulled away and smiled in satisfaction as you watched his face flush, taking a shaky breath. You silently got off him and began to walk away behind Mali and Hades, looking over your shoulder with a wink leaving him stunned for a moment, glancing down your figure. He swiftly got up and desperately tried to catch up with you.

Once you all got to class, Morgie practically ran up to the desk beside Hook’s that was at the very back, and sat down which is when James had finally caught up. He slowly sat down, carefully watching you and Morgie’s interaction as Morgie proudly smiled up at you, “ha, beat you! maybe next time princess.” You sighed, “that’s fine, I guess I’ll just have to sit here then…” you smirked and slyly sat back down onto your boyfriend’s lap, throwing your arms around his neck and pulled him closer all while keeping eye contact with the poor boy beside you. He groaned that you had “won” once again and blew a raspberry at you. “Morgie!” He rapidly turned his head to Uliana who gained his attention and continued talking among the others about whatever her plan was for Bridget, leaving you two to your own previous conversation.

You smiled and turned to James who was already looking at you. “What?” You smirked, he looked into your eyes, “were you being serious?” He asked surprised, you nodded, “I mean you could check if you don’t believe me.” you shrugged. He secretly and carefully brought his hand up your thigh under your skirt, you felt his finger gently brush against your slit before he quickly pulled away, his breath hitching after getting the confirmation. “Fuck…” he mumbled under his breath, you felt a soft bulge grow in his pants. “Why would you do something like that? We’re in school.” You shrugged, “I guess I forgot…” you said innocently. He rolled his eyes, “yeah, right.” He scoffed, “Don’t act like you don’t like it” you cooed, “I can quite literally feel you growing hard beneath me” you lightly rolled your hips on his growing erection. He instantly stilled your hips, grabbing them harshly. “Careful darling, you’re playing a very dangerous game right now.” He growled lowly against your ear before kissing down your neck making you gasp. You tilted your head to give him more access, “that I’m pretty sure I’m winning” you teased and rolled your hips as much as you could with his strong hold on your hips. “Oh really?” He questioned before thrusting his hips up while harshly pulling you down, his bulge easily slipping through your folds from your slick making you let out a whimper then quickly covering your mouth with your hand.

This should be fun.

After class officially began, you two would take turns trying to get a sound out of each other by unexpectedly grinding or thrusting when the other wasn’t expecting it. You’d be lying if you said the risk of getting caught wasn’t turning either of you on. But the feeling slowly became too much for you both, especially James who had grown tired of the restriction of his pants and fabric straining against his rock hard member. After he had perfectly ground your clit on the tip of his cock earning a surprised gasp by you, you had then thought of an idea. As you were sat with your back on his chest, legs crossed “listening” to the lecture while seamlessly twirling your pen in your hand, you purposely dropped it on the ground in front of you under the desk. You slightly lifted your hips and bent over seductively just enough so he could see your bare and glistening pussy lips rub along him with your movement. The sound of your pen dropping had only gotten Morgie’s attention from beside you and peered over, Hook quickly grabbed your hips and harshly (yet somehow discreetly) slammed your hips back down onto him to hide both his noticeably painful erection along with your throbbing cunt. Your mouth fell open at the way your folds were split open and thankfully, from the surprise and quite hard action, only a silent and inaudible scream came out. You quickly sat back up and turned to Morgie who gave you both a suspicious glance before turning back towards the front of the class.

You let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding and nudged Hook with your elbow. He didn’t react and instead held your hips up, just enough so your skirt would hide what he was doing, and quietly and quickly undid his pants, “what are you-“ you suddenly felt his cock spring up and hit your ass. You gasped and giving you no time to think, he pulled your hips down onto his leaking member. You held the side of his thigh for support, covering your mouth to keep the whiny moan from falling out at the feeling of his size entering your tight hole. You heard him sigh at the relief of feeling you around him as he bottomed out, his grip still strong on your hips. “we’re in class…” you mumbled just barely below a whisper so only he could hear you while he guided your hips to roll against him. “Exactly, so be a good girl and be quiet so we don’t get caught.” He whispered with a smirk.

You were frustrated that he managed to take control yet again and at the fact that you thought he would never do something like this. You thought teasing him today would be fun and the punishment would wait… but you were dead wrong. So now you were forced to be split on his cock in the middle of class, slowly and subtly moving your hips along his. The tip grazing perfectly along your g spot making you squeeze your thighs together and held onto his hook (that was hooked around your waist) as support. You bit down hard on your bottom lip almost enough to draw blood trying your hardest to keep your moans from escaping, but you were struggling. Quiet whines and whimpers started pouring out from your mouth and you tried to still your hips. “I can’t take it anymore, please” you whined, gripping the desk in front of you. You glanced at Morgie who seemed to be asleep, his figure quietly rising and falling against his desk. But your whine seemed to wake him up and he slowly lifted his head from his desk and you quickly crossed your legs trying to act casual. He tilted his head, “are you okay, y/n..?” He questioned. Thank god your skirt covered up his cock buried deep inside you. you smiled at him, “no, yeah I’m completely fine. James won’t stop tickling me.” You said while throwing his hands off your hips to play it off. Morgie only nodded sleepily and put his head back down.

James harshly gripped your hips and leaned closer to your ear, “keep moving or I’m not afraid to bend you over the desk and fuck you relentlessly in front of everyone.” He threatened, voice laced with lust. You nodded and continued moving your hips and his grip loosened. The continuous motion created a hot sensation to grow in your lower abdomen causing you to clench around his length and you heard his breath hitch, he began guiding you while your body started to shake, the feeling about to wash over you. He reached around and dipped his hand under your skirt, rubbing circles around your swollen clit. Your breathing began getting heavier and you covered your mouth again. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-“ You mouthed silently after a few more thrusts and came undone on top of him, your mouth dropping agape as your legs shook and body tensed while you coated his cock with your release. You melted into his chest as he continued the subtle movements. You felt him twitch and he bit down onto your shoulder to stop himself from moaning, letting out small enough whimpers that only you could hear and his breathing was growing heavy. The feeling of him twitching inside you made you squirm and you felt the hot strings of cum shoot deep inside of you cover your insides, filling you up.

You caught your breaths and realized what you both had just done. There was slight panic in your eyes, scared for him to pull out knowing that you had both made a mess (thankfully only on each other) and without saying anything, he spun you around and picked you up, your legs wrapping around his waist with him still buried deep inside as he carried you out of class, both thanking to whoever was above that the door was at the back of the class leaving you both unseen by any of your classmates.

Morgie jolted awake from his deep sleep and looked around to find that your chair had been empty. He furrowed his brows in confusion as he eyed the singular drop of a white substance on the ground.

Well that plan backfired completely…

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abibliophobiaa · 1 year ago

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Beyond - s.h. x f!reader

Chapter Four: All By Myself

a/n: here’s chapter four of my purely self-indulgent fun, which shouldn’t be taken very seriously, if at all fic. haha. wanted to play around with one of my favorite tropes, so here we are with modern day!rich!fake husband!steve harrington x afab!reader.

warnings/tags: hugely unedited (6k words); mention of pet loss; mentions of alcohol; parent loss, both parties; r has a sister and father; smut in later chapters, so 18+, minors dni; additional tags to be added.

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Unfortunately, all good things come to an end. Movies, your favorite songs, vacations, the “wedded bliss” away in the Maldives with your husband.

Since then, time seems to move faster than you can keep track of. Days slip into weeks, and before long you’re starting clinical rotations and the endless piles of schoolwork you’re certain your professors enjoy assigning every week.

The desk in your bedroom becomes a host for countless textbooks and notebooks, full to the brim with diagrams you copied, definitions, scribbled up notes.

Mornings are spent there, afternoons too. It’s fine, and it works, because most days Steve’s gone anyway. The company is working on some new property development. Another hotel on some private island, millions of dollars worth of work, but something has gone awry and Steve’s needed at all hours of the day.

At least that’s what he reassures you when you perk up at the kitchen island, trying to catch him before he leaves. When you huff out a sigh as he slips his sunglasses on and says to not wait up.

You never do.

By the time you’re done with your own rotations, your feet are aching and sleep—albeit often disrupted sleep these days, sleeping in an unfamiliar home still—is the only thing on your mind. That and another massage like the one you had back on your honeymoon, where every inch of your body had been tended to.

In the time since returning from your honeymoon, you’ve also begun adding things here and there to the penthouse. Pops of color in the form of new couch cushions in a pastel blue, new curtains to cover the ample windows at night. In the halls and on various surfaces you’ve already put some of your new wedding photos up, giving the illusion of a happily married couple for anyone who may pay a visit.

You’re scheduled for a get together with Steve’s cousin, Theobald Cletus, and his wife, Cami, next weekend. A thought that has you slightly panicked solely because it’s thanks to Steve’s cousin you’re married anyway. Deciding not to dawdle on thoughts of the future, you cast a glance at the oven light in the kitchen, glowing red neon stark against your white walls. Another Saturday by your lonesome, with Steve off to work until who knows when.

With a huff, you walk over to throw your bowl of cereal into the sink, letting the water run for a moment before shutting it and ripping a paper towel to wipe your hands with. Knowing you’re to pick up your client’s dogs in thirty minutes, you set to work cleaning up the place for when Steve gets home. Not that it takes long, given Steve's words on your honeymoon proved true.

He’s often not home for most hours of the day and therefore there’s hardly ever any mess, and the few nights you’ve spent time together since you married, it’s usually food ordered to the suite or dinners with his coworkers. Dinners where you sit at his side, nodding and smiling along as they talk about things you don’t really understand, fake fawning over a husband who you don’t understand most of the time.

There were moments, small ones, that week spent in the Maldives where you thought maybe an attraction ran both ways. And now, his conversation isn’t frequent. You text here and there throughout the day. Questions as to if you’re okay, if your clinicals were running late, if you wanted him to grab you a coffee on his way home. Or on the nights when he stayed at the office until nighttime, you texted him to ask what he might want to eat, if he needed a coffee delivery, if he needed anything. But that’s the extent of it.

It’s almost as if a wall has fallen down since you touched back down in the city. A wall that divides the two of you, stark as the hall that separates your bedrooms. Neither of you seems keen on pushing those barriers, the parameters of your relationship unspoken and yet written in the sands.

Pushing the thoughts to the side, you toss the paper towel you use to wipe the counters down into the garbage and shoot Steve a quick message that you’ll be leaving for a bit to walk around the neighborhood.

He responds quickly. Be safe.

At least you know he cares enough to worry for your safety. The thought has your lip twitching upward, typing back a simple, Ball and chain, remember? You have three more years of me.

He doesn’t respond. You don’t expect him to. It’s been more or less that way for a couple weeks now. Broken conversation, fleeting glances, lowered expectations. Wedded bliss is a dream—a dream you don’t allow yourself. Can’t afford to.

Not now, not as you grab your crossbody bag and shove your phone into the pocket on your leggings, and take to the elevator.

Your dog walking business, if you could call it that as you only had three clients so far, started on a whim. Over the span of a few weeks, and your constant walks through the main floor of your building on your way to meet Hopper, your husband’s personal driver, you bumped into Mrs. Lowell often. The older woman, likely in her sixties by your estimation, waved every morning as she walked her golden retriever, Mimsy, around the neighborhood.

It just so happened that one morning you stumbled upon her in the main floor of your apartment building, cradling her ankle as workers scrambled to call the medical concierge on standby. As any good neighbor would, you brought her flowers when you heard she’d arrived home from the hospital. Long stems in varying pretty shades that brought tears to her eyes. She’d requested you come inside, Mimsy leaping up as you entered, clearly adoring endless affection.

Talking turned into offering to walk her dog as she got better, and conversation about how you were recently married, still getting accustomed to your new life, and juggling school—but that you were looking to help if she needed it. Luckily, she offered to pay, and after a few days, asked if it would be okay to pass your number out to those who might also use a little assistance.

It brought your grand total of dogs to be walked to a measly three; however, people in this neighborhood, you found, were willing to pay generously for said services. With the three clients you’ve secured already, you were able to send your father nearly all of what you’d been earning at your restaurant previously. A few more clients, and you’d be able to cover a good portion of his mortgage, if only to help him while searching for a new job position.

That morning, you were to walk Mimsy, Luca and Jacque. Mimsy, your chipper new golden retriever friend, and Luca and Jacque, two excitable Boston Terriers. The new morning routine gives you a new appreciation for your neighborhood.

Even if Hopper trails by in his car on the sidewalk, in the event you need him. You never do, and you remind him as such, but he’s been there nevertheless.

Hopper’s lovely. Over the course of the weeks since you’ve been back from your honeymoon, you’ve become fast friends with the man. From what you’ve learned, he’s been recently married as well to his wonderful wife, Joyce. He talks about her fondly, all bashful smiles hidden behind the mustache that spills over his top lip.

However, as much as he talks about Joyce, he talks about his daughter, El, all the more. El, his teenager who he’d adopted a few years ago now. Spoke of her like she was a literal sunshine incarnate. He’d also mentioned his step sons, Will and Jonathan. Jonathan, who you remembered, had been your head photographer at your wedding and responsible for all the gorgeous shots now littered through your home that made Steve and you look like a couple deeply in love. Magic, he was literal magic.

All that in mind, you’d suggested you all get together for dinner—even despite Hopper’s protests that “Mr. Harrington is always busy.” Knowing that, you’d still all managed to get together at your home for dinner one night, minus Jonathan. He apparently had gone on some trip to California with one of his good friends named Argyle, if you’d remembered correctly. But the rest of the Hopper-Byers family arrived for dinner and you watched, with a sinking feeling in your gut, as Steve charmed both of the teenagers. Wondered what it was about him that made people gravitate toward him, and if he even noticed he carried that around with him everywhere.

You supposed it made sense, given the burgeoning attraction you held toward the man who spoke to children with a kindness that shocked you, and yet spared you fleeting glances at the door before he left each morning.

Sighing, you stroll down the busy city streets, waving to neighbors in passing, thanking Hopper when he eventually leaves your side long enough to stop and get himself coffee. Or at least you assume it’s just for him, until he pulls out a second drink from his car when you take a moment to stop on a bench, numerous pairs of eyes peering up at you, expectant for a treat.

“Oh, how did you know what I usually order?” You grasp the cup in your free hand, curling the rest of the leashes around your other forearm.

“I didn’t,” he says gruffly, coming to settle down beside you on your bench in the middle of the park you wander into most mornings now. “Your husband sent me the order.”

“My husband,” you say, taking a slow sip. “He’s just…so thoughtful sometimes.”

The lie slips out easily, smiling when Jacque hops up onto the bench beside you, nudging your elbow with his snout. You hold out your bare palm, showing him there are no secret treats on your person, and exhale loudly.

“He thought you might have a long day ahead of you. Think of it as a…gesture. I’m sure he feels bad about spending so much time away now that you two just got back.”

“Oh, I'm sure of it.”

“But he’s a good kid. A good man now. I’ve known him for a few years now, and he means well.”

You take another sip of your drink, nodding. “I know.” A deep exhale falls from your lips, left hand raising in the air. Both your rings sparkle in the early morning light, still heavy around the base of your knuckle. “I married him.”

“That you did.” Hopper chuckles, nodding to your new, furry friends around town. “I think it’s about time we get back home. These three look ready to call it in.”

And he’s right. Hopper is always right. In a new home, so far from your own father, Hopper’s been nothing short of spectacular. A constant support, even on the days when your clinicals have drained you dry. Even when you want nothing more than to go home and curl up in your pajamas and eat ice cream out of a carton. There with a kind word, a gruff response, a joke.

So it comes as a surprise to you when you’re walking out of your late evening class, and see your husband waiting on the curb with the car windows rolled down.

Your friend Daniel, chatting idly beside you, pauses, taking in your husband’s expensive car, before shifting his gaze back to you. Amber, another friend from class, does a double take as well, before settling on the rings on your left hand.

“Mrs. Harrington. Good j—” Your elbow nudges her ribs. Hard. “Ow!”

“Danny, Amber…this is my husband, Steve.”

Steve waves. Or rather, unfurls the fingers on his left hand from around the steering wheel, head dipping slightly in introduction. “Sorry to be rude, but we actually have somewhere to be. It was nice meeting you both.”

They wave as you hike your bag up further over your shoulders, opening the door on the passenger side. Your cellphone clatters into his center console when you drop down, his body jerking from the sound, before he seemingly remembers you have an audience.

It never occurs to you he might touch you, since he hasn’t in weeks, and you can’t really hide as you flinch when he kisses you. A small brush on the corner of your lips, but it jolts you all the same. His lips tug downward as you both wave and pull away from the parking lot, his fingers moving to lower the dial on the music playing from the car speakers.

“Don’t think it sends a ‘we’re happily married’ message if you do that every time I kiss you,” he says numbly, left hand curling tighter around the steering wheel.

“Wasn’t expecting it,” you say, shrugging.

“I’m your husband. Husbands kiss their wives hello.”

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, training your gaze ahead. “Where’s Hopper?”

“Something came up and he couldn’t make it.”

“And the ‘somewhere we have to be?’” you ask softly.

“I’m meeting with someone over video chat tonight. Different time zones.”

“Work meeting.” At his nod, you lean further into your seat. “How was—”

“I’m picking you up the rest of the week.”

Nose wrinkling, you turn to look at him. “You realize today is my only day in class? I have clinicals at the animal hospital every other day.”

He dips his head, though you don’t think he really knows your schedule. “That’s fine. I’m still picking you up.”

“Okay…”

“Danny seemed nice.”

“If this is because you’re jealous, Steve, it’s really not an issue.” Raising your left hand in the air for emphasis, you give your fingers a little wiggle. “I’m married. To you. Till death do us part, or the end of three years in our case.”

The remainder of your trip is spent in silence. Some love song seeps from his Spotify playlist, a crooning voice you recognize, as it’s the same singer for your choice of first dance as a married couple. It’s only been weeks, and yet your wedding, now nearly two months old, feels like a long distant memory. Steve’s dark tuxedo, your flowing gown, endless dancing, twirling feet, lingering kisses.

Eyes trailing up your husband’s forearm, you sigh, moving to unbuckle yourself when he pulls up and the valet accepts the car keys from him. His hand lingers against your lower back as you walk through the main entrance together, greeting workers as you pass, calls of “Hello Mr. and Mrs. Harrington” meeting your ears.

That hand, the warmth of his palm drops when you enter the private elevator taking you up to your home, and you’re left with the quiet and the four walls of that silver chamber. Your eyes meet your distorted reflection, catch on the downturn of your lips.

You want things to change. Need them to, especially if you’ll be married to this man for the next three years, but questions of how rattle around in your brain. Thoughts come up empty as the doors open and you’re home once more, Steve moving to enter the kitchen, and you drop down against the couch in the living room.

“Maybe we could, I don’t know, watch a movie or something before your meeting?” you suggest airily, grasping the remote from your coffee table, head turned over your shoulder to watch as Steve grabs a bottle of water from the fridge.

Steve pauses near the island, fingers moving to rub along the hair lining his jaw. He rolls his neck slowly, shoulders audibly cracking, smiling softly. “I’m actually about to head into the gym, and then I have that meeting. Do you mind ordering from that Italian place we got from the other night?”

“Do you want what you usually get?”

Chicken Marsala. He’s gotten it the past three times you ordered. You usually opt for the Penne Alla Vodka, the place you found near your new home fantastic for dinners. You’d know, because it’s often where his work friends eat as well, during those dinners where you’re Steve’s doting wife, arm around his, leaning in close, trying to stay afloat.

“That would be great,” he says softly, moving out from behind the island. He enters the living area and comes up behind you, giving your shoulder a quick squeeze. You hear the gentle fumble of his pocket, and you know he’s handing you his credit card before you even have a moment to protest. “Here.”

“I’ve got it tonight,” you tell him, glancing up his forearm, locking your eyes with his hazel ones. “I’ve been…working a little here and there.”

“You know you don’t have to do that.”

“But I want to, there’s a difference.”

You haven’t told him everything about your small business. Haven’t mentioned why most of your pay received from it disappears as quickly as you have it. Him paying for school is one thing; you’re not willing to tell him about your father’s situation, about the fact you’ve been supporting Caroline for a few years now, pushing yourself to work endless hours if only to scrape by so she doesn’t have to some day when she’s older. If there’s one thing you know about your new husband, it’s his desire to go above and beyond for those around him. Highly affluent, but you wouldn’t know it from the way he holds himself. Humble, kind, and caring. Doesn’t matter if your relationship is…barely existent, the truth is the truth that even you can’t deny. He’d offer to help your family and you can’t accept that.

Hopper’s words ring true: at his core, in every fiber of his being, Steve Harrington is a good man.

And as much as the strain on your relationship burdens you, life has looked up since you married. A reality that plagues your heart. Because, no, money didn’t make you happy. But having it, the suddenness of your new wealth—it has lightened the weight on your shoulders, given you a chance to breathe, to merely exist without worrying how you’ll manage to cover rent, student loans, Caroline’s necessities, your father’s struggles.

“Just let me take care of it tonight?” Steve pleads, giving your shoulder another squeeze. “And…if I finish my meeting early, we can rent a movie.”

“Really?”

He frowns. It’s a subtle downturn of his lips, and yet it’s there all the same. “I hate the way you just said that. I know I’ve been busy. It’s just—I’m just—”

“It’s fine,” you pat his hand gently, giving him a small smile. “Go. Get to your workout and your meeting. I’ll look for a potential movie…if you can make it.”

He nods and slips from the room, leaving you to pick up where you left off on a rewatch of Gilmore Girls. You’re a few episodes in, head propped up in your hand, elbow resting on the armrest of the couch when Steve slips into the living room.

The sun has long set, the moon bright through the floor to ceiling windows of your home. You catch the freshly washed hair on his head, the thin white tee stretched over the broad expanse of his chest, and swallow at the gray sweats hanging low on his waist as he pads across the plush carpet.

There’s little time to ogle your husband, as his phone pings and he tells you the doorman said the food arrived. Once Steve’s retrieved it, the two of you eat in comfortable silence, starting a movie you’d managed to find on one of his streaming services. Bellies full, he only manages to make it a half hour into the movie before he’s curling on his side on the couch opposite of yours and falling asleep.

You can’t even be mad, because he tried. You’ll give him that.

This time.

You’re mad. And, quite frankly, upset at Steve Harrington.

It’s pouring in the city. Endless rain droplets splattering across busy streets. Dark clouds flash with lightning up above, the rumble of thunder echoing soon thereafter. People move in and out of puddles on sidewalks, bodies bumping, shoulders brushing, buzzing like the traffic on gridlocked roads.

Ironic, given the state of the day.

Ironic, given your mood.

Your heart aches. Every inch of your body is still reeling over your day of clinicals—over what you witnessed for the first time. Pain of loss first hand, up close and personal, shaking you to your very core.

You’d been texting Steve. Short quips here and there throughout the day. More mindful than he has been in the past few weeks. Motivated by the silly jealousy he’d felt over Danny, you’re not sure, but if it prompted him to try harder you weren’t going to complain.

But now he was late. And not even by a few minutes, but an hour.

Steve. They’re not going to let me stay here much longer to keep dry. The practice closes soon. Am I just taking a train home?

No response.

None.

Unanswered like your last few messages.

Steve?

Dearest Husband?

EARTH TO DINGUS.

Nothing.

One of the veterinary technicians calls your name where you stand near the front door, her voice high and tight over the light music streaming from a speaker in the distance. Head turning, you tuck your phone into your pocket, walking back down the hall from whence you came, fingers tapping along the countertop.

“We’re heading out soon,” Valerie says, putting away the last of her things in her pocketbook. “Are you sure you have a ride?”

“Yeah.” But there’s no vibration of a text in your pocket. A fact that makes your stomach sink further in your belly. “My husband will be here any minute. I’m sure of it.”

Only he’s not. You watch as the veterinarians and technicians leave. As the lights flicker off in the building. As they all wave you goodbye as you sit outside on that bench, clothes plastered to your skin, rain chilling you to the bone.

There’s no text. No explanation. Only the silence of a message unanswered. Frustrated, and increasingly tired, you thumb at the rings on your hand. Watch as the diamonds twirl around and around, as droplets of rain slash against your scrubs, your backpack, and likely your books as well.

Then finally, a car pulls up on the sidewalk. Blacked out windows, dark vehicle, and an older man behind the wheel, rolling down the window and waving your way.

Hopper.

Not…Steve.

“Sorry, Mrs. Harrington,” he says, and it’s only then you realize you must have outwardly expressed your disappointment. “Traffic was endless today.”

“I just…” Your voice trails off as you clamber into the passenger seat, eyes locked on the road ahead, drops of rain gliding down the windshield capturing your attention. Staving off the hurt bubbling in your chest. “Today wasn’t a good day. And you’re always a welcomed sight, but I—”

“You don’t have to explain, kid.”

Uncertainty wells, and disappointment grows. It’s hard to pinpoint why. There’s no presently romantic nature to your relationship, but you can’t help but to recall those moments before your wedding, when you’d been overcome with fear and anticipation of what you were about to do. Can’t help but remember his hands within your own, the gentle cadence of his voice, the way his fingers had dragged along the back of your palm. How he’d held your gaze as you walked down the aisle, and never once strayed until you were both ready. Now it’s the realization that he’d told you he’d be there. And, in a sense, you wanted him to be. Wanted to see him, if for nothing at all than to be present. A solid form in a day that has felt like being swept up in a storm and tossed out into unknown territory. Yet you’re left, sitting in a vehicle with a man who you love and adore, and the stone that sinks to the pit of your stomach over the fact that Steve had told you one thing, and done another.

Said he’d be there and wasn’t.

That part—that’s the part that hurts the most.

Steve’s neck deep in another issue with work when you come barreling in, scrubs soaked, stethoscope swinging around your neck, eyes reddened and puffy. He’s about to say something from where he sits at the kitchen island when you open the refrigerator door and pull out a bottle of wine left to chill, tossing your things on the counter before pulling a glass out of the cabinet.

He winces as you slam it down onto the counter, pouring yourself a glass of rosé. “Those are the nice glasses we got from our party!” he complains, watching as you down the first glass and pour a second. “What’s up with you?”

“Nothing. Long day,” you mumble, flipping through mail. You pause in the middle of ripping an envelope open, eyes darting to his laptop, and then to his face. “Guess you’ve been busy.”

“I’m always busy.”

“I know.”

The way you say it. The coldness in your tone. He doesn’t know why, but he doesn’t like it. Hates the bite that’s there behind your words. Hates how you won’t even look at him at this moment. And it’s in that he knows something is wrong.

“What’s wrong?” he tries again, shutting the laptop.

Your head shakes slowly and he watches as you maneuver around him, making your way toward the hallway leading to your bedroom. A chair squeals along the tile as he follows you, shoulder thumping the corner in his hastiness, fingers curling around your shoulder just as your fingers touch the door handle of your bedroom and start to turn.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, Harrington.”

Harrington.

It’s not said in your normal, teasing tone. No—there’s only hurt there. A wobbly attempt.

“Something is wrong, and I can’t fix it if you don’t talk to me.”

“Steve…just stop.”

“No, you’re angry and I want to know why.”

“I told you, I had a long day.” Lie. Or not. Regardless, it’s not the full truth, and it grates on his nerves. “I just want to go to bed.”

He groans. “Then why won’t you look at me?”

Your eyes flicker in the darkness. Sorrow settles across your features. Brows furrow in the middle of your forehead, lips downturn, shoulders slouch. A low exhale spills from your lips, fingers brushing along one of the many new photo frames lining the walls. He follows the line of your forearm and glances at the picture displayed there; he’s holding you close, arm around your waist, forehead against yours. Your dress trails behind you, bouquet behind your back, the bend of your spine elegant and striking. Beautiful. And happy.

You don’t look happy right now, though.

“Do you know what time my clinicals end?”

The question catches him off guard. “Five thirty. Unless you text me that you’re running late.”

“What time is it now?”

He looks down at his watch and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Seven thirty. Look, I’m sorry okay? I had a meeting that ran late so I sent Hopper. I don’t see the problem here.”

An empty laugh falls from you, the heel of your palm pressing to your forehead. “I have to study.”

“We’re not done here.”

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

“I think there is—”

“I have to study, Steve.”

“Fine,” he says, dipping his head. He turns to walk back down the hall, glancing over his shoulder when the creak of your bedroom door greets his ears. “Guess we’re already fighting like an old married couple. I didn’t sign up for this.”

“You’re an asshole, Steve Harrington.”

Your bedroom door slams, and he flinches, because he knows your words are true. He regrets what he said as soon as you disappear from his sight, and the sound of you crying drowns out the hard beat of his racing heart.

Guilt seeps into his veins as a half hour passes. Then another. And another. All of which is spent with him sitting in your kitchen contemplating what he can do to rectify the situation. Sighing, he calls his mother and asks for her suggestions. Her resounding laugh on the other end makes him feel like an even bigger idiot, but he’s left with the idea of a “grand gesture” apology. Something to make up for the fact he had, in fact, been an asshole.

It’s been quite some time since he’s made a home cooked meal, though he knows you tend to shop a bit here and there as of late. Luckily, there are enough things around the kitchen to make your penne dish, and he sets to work. Turns on the radio as he gets everything together and starts. Hums along to Al Green when the song switches and one of his begins.

Before long, the smell of sauce filters throughout the home, seemingly coaxing you from your hiding. He pauses when he hears you. Hears the soft sounds of your slippers hitting the tile, reddened eyes coming up to meet him where he’s cooking away at the stovetop.

Whirling around, his fingers slide along the apron around his waist—your waist—muttering, “I’m sorry I’m using your apron. I just—”

“You cook?”

He chuckles, nervously kneading the back of his neck with a palm. “I used to. Before…my dad. When I had a little more free time.”

“Oh.”

“I made your favorite,” he says, trying to not be too overly chipper. Seemingly to prove his point, he lifts the cover to the pot. You lean in closer, shoulder barely touching his. Shudder as he lifts a hand and brushes at the curve of your shoulder. “I’m sorry. I was an asshole and you’re right and I’m sorry. I’ve just been under a lot of pressure with the company and—”

“It’s fine,” you say softly, shrugging. “I know what our marriage is and isn’t.”

And he hates that too. The fact you only look at him with disdain at present, hoodie you must have pulled on too big on your frame, shoulders slouching, sadness in your eyes. Hates that he’s to blame for putting it there. Placing the cover back on the pot, he turns fully to you. Grasps your palm in his, tests the weight of it against his skin. Watches your face for any reaction.

When you don’t flinch or pull away he says, “I’m sorry. I didn’t think and I should have texted you. You’re still my friend and I’m sorry that I just assumed that would be okay.”

You nod slowly. Exhale shakily, brushing at your eyes. “I just…today was really hard. And I don’t know—I know it’s silly but…”

You wanted him there. He knows exactly what you’re trying to say, because he’s often felt it too. The awareness of your presence, even when he can’t spend time with you or offer you more than a fleeting look to keep you at a distance and protect his heart, is still a comfort he can’t quite place.

“I’m sorry,” he repeats, looping an arm around your shoulders. Your face presses into his chest, one of your arms coming to curl around his waist. “I’m really sorry.”

“I watched a family say goodbye to their best friend today,” you mumble out against his skin, and the brokenness in your voice as you try to keep the tears at bay has him holding you tighter. “Fifteen years and all those memories. They held him as he crossed the rainbow bridge and I just—”

“Shhh.” His palm comes up to slide along the middle of your back as you start to cry into him. “And I was an asshole,” he adds, chest tightening in his sorrow over seeing you hurt this way. Over the top of your head, he wipes at his burning eyes. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry you had to do that today, and I’m sorry I pushed you.

You pull back a little in his arms. Back of your hands wiping your tears away, you inhale deeply, then exhale the same. “I can’t live the next three years like this. Like two people who just…exist in the same space together but don’t interact.”

“I know,” he agrees.

“Something needs to change.”

“I know.” You’re back against his chest, both arms now snug around his waist, keeping him close. “I’m open to any suggestions, because…I think at the very least we need to be friends.”

“You are my friend, Steve. I just wish you were more present.”

“I will be,” he promises, cradling the back of your head with a broad palm.

“Okay…then I think we have weekly nights in. Like this, where one of us cooks,” you suggest against his shirt, voice muffled by fabric.

“Done.”

“Phone and laptop need to be away completely on those days.”

“…Done.” He can do that. “And on other days?”

“If you can be off the phone at a certain time, maybe we could actually, I don’t know, spend some nights together? Even if it’s just watching Gilmore Girls or a movie with me.”

He snorts, knowing you’ve been rewatching the show lately on the nights you’re not holed up studying. “I’ll tell the office after I pick up my wife from school I’m off for the evening. Anything else?”

“No.” You shake your head, slipping free from his grasp. “I think that’s a good start. And I think you groveling by making me my favorite dinner is another good start.”

He barks out a laugh at that and languishes in the smile that tips your lips upward, knowing he, to some degree, put it there. “I called my mom and everything.”

“Oh no! You were scared I was going to murder you in your sleep,” you chuckle, lifting the cover to the pot and taking a deep breath.

“Can you blame me?”

“Guess not,” you tease, hopping up onto the countertop. “Hey, Steve?”

He steps closer to where you’re sitting, his thigh brushing against your bare kneecap. Your fingers reach for his left hand, dragging it to rest it against your lap, thumb running along his wedding ring. He’s not sure why, but the very act itself has him a little breathless, eyes trailing where your thumb brushes against the metal. Then higher, toward your face, the way your eyelashes gently kiss the tops of your cheeks as you glance down to where the two of you are connected.

“I also think we need to…do things like this more.” Your palm squeezes around him for emphasis. “Define the parameters of touch, so it’s not so jarring when we’re out in the real world and trying to look like a real couple. Kind of like how it was in front of Amber and Danny the other day. If people are going to believe us, we can’t have more of those situations popping up.”

“Okay…” He takes another step closer. “What might that look like to you? I want whatever you feel comfortable with.”

“When we’re out in public in front of your coworkers, I wouldn’t mind if you…I don’t know? Hold me against you. Maybe a kiss on the forehead. A peck. I feel like those are good starts.”

“I can do that,” he says, giving your hand another squeeze for reassurance. “In front of friends, like your classmates, what I did the other day was fine?”

“Yeah,” you say, eyes meeting his hazel ones. “What about when we’re home?”

“I think at the very least a hug when we’re both home,” he suggests. “Friends hug, don’t they?”

“They do.” You nod.

He cards his fingers through his hair, sighing deeply. “Again, I’m really sorry. I know I’ve been…distant since we got home, and I understand that the next three years won’t work if I keep doing that. You don’t deserve that, and I never, ever intended to make you cry.”

You glance down at your intertwined hands, and Steve feels the breath in his lungs hitch, until you tip your head up again and murmur, “Can I cash in on another hug? For practice, naturally.”

He’s already slipping between the space you’ve made for him with your thighs, drawing you flush against him, cradling the back of your head. Hopes you can feel the breadth and depth of his words through touch.

“For practice.”

He can feel you smile against his shoulder and suddenly his chest tightens with a feeling he has no name for. Just knows it sparks something warm, like sweet honey, in his blood.

“But do it again and you might not see the morning.”

“I don’t doubt it.”

There, in that kitchen, with dinner simmering and his arms around you, Steve exhales. Because he’s given a new start, a turning page on a hard day in your short marriage. A new start.

And he doesn’t know why, but something shifts.

The mere thought terrifies him.

#lunalovessteve #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x reader fanfic #Steve Harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington modern au #fake husband!steve harrington

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midnightmischief10 · 2 days ago

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welp. i'm posting this unedited and EXTREMELY self indulgent pedro pascal x reader fic. i have more written, but i will only post the full thing if ppl are also as sick and twisted as me.

hope who ever reads this, feels a little more seen bc i am SICK (well not really HHAHAH) of all the pedro character ddlg fics!! i just wanted to write something more realistic? idk welp, here it is! (not in its entirety:P )

Si no te hubieras ido

pairings: Pedro Pascal x Reader

warnings: age gap, drinking, reader is in their 20s

getting to work on a set like The Mandalorian was a dream if you were being honest. no, you weren't some high end actor, or a famous director, just someone part of the production crew, doing things like planning, writing, hell even editing. you'd do anything to just be a part of a project like this.

interactions with the actors were also common in a job like this, but apart from just guiding them through certain scenes and how they should look, you really didn't cross the boundaries that weren't professional. It was really nice to admire them though. Getting the occasional chat with big shot superstars was so cool and always something to brag about to your family even though they weren't supportive of your career choice. You didn’t end up a doctor or lawyer like they wanted, but hey! You did something you loved.

It was honestly a very normal day in the workplace. You were working in the art department as usual, helping make sure the vision that the director wanted was really coming through. Being behind the scenes for such big projects like these was really something. Your admiration for the process really grew getting to do all the behind the scenes work, it was such a nice feeling seeing the thing you along with many others, worked so hard on being televised was something special.

You weren't the overly ambitious type, but the thought of directing something sounded really cool.

You continued on, designing what the director wanted on a few scenes we’d be working on in the following weeks.

Lost in your work you didn’t expect anyone to come up to you for anything, you weren't the art director so it wasn't usual for people to come to you. Unbeknownst to you, you felt a sudden hand on your arm, not roughly just to get your attention.

you look up and woah…why the hell was Pedro Pascal standing right behind you.

"uhm, I'm sorry to bother you, you seem busy, but I've been meaning to ask, would you like to go out for a drink sometime?" Pedro asked.

huh? what…the…fuck…?

it caught you off guard.

Firstly, why was Pedro Pascal even looking for you? Because I mean you? of all people he could ask something like that, it was you? A man notorious for not having any sort of relationship, at least not public, was standing here with you asking you to go out for a drink.

you didn’t even think about your response before the words fell from your mouth.

"oh..uhm…Is this some kind of prank?"

you dumb BITCH WHY WOULD U SAY THAT???

was what you thought immediately after.

In your defense, you were in disbelief because what the hell was Pedro Pascal, a very prominent and influential actor, asking you out for drinks? I mean the interactions you both have had were merely professional and work related so why?

he looked confused at your answer, maybe even a little insulted, which was not your intention.

"shit I'm sorry I didn't mean to sound rude I'm just in a bit of disbelief" you let out an awkward laugh to soften the previous response and got out of your seat to face him properly. how do you even respond to a question like that, you had no idea that's for certain.

He stared softly at you and started, "no I'm sorry, that was very sudden haha. no need to say yes I just wanted to see if you would." His response was genuine and he wore a soft smile as he did.

God, was he really handsome up close.

To be quite honest, you always found him super attractive. But he was the internet’s daddy so it wasn't just you who felt attraction towards him. And sure, you might've dabbled in the idea of maybe even going out with him, but you were realistic with yourself.

But here you are now. Getting asked out on a date with this hunk of a man.

You were still lost in thought, trying to reflect on what was occurring and what came out of Pedro’s mouth.

He spoke again, "Sorry, just forget it ev-"

"no no, I mean I'd love to, who wouldn't want to go out for drinks with you, I'm just not all that special ya know?" you were being honest. You weren't some super sexy model or a renowned actor, you were just some girl working on the same set as Pedro.

Also, you were much younger than Pedro.

"I'd beg to differ." he said quite frankly. He smiled that sweet and tender smile of his and you couldn't help but think, for an older man he was sure fine.

you were daydreaming again at this point when Pedro spoke again,"so...is that a yes then?" it snapped you back to reality. It was so odd to see him so nervous over something like this, but being in the know of most things Hollywood, everyone who knew Pedro also knew that he had social anxiety so it must've taken a lot out of him to even ask you out

your heart raced, “yea- yes, I'll go for a drink with you.” you smiled, but if you were being honest you were really nervous too. What exactly did he see in you? Sure you were kind and respectful, but that's how you were with everyone. Pedro felt way out of your league to even grasp the idea of flirting with him, I mean come on. Who would even think about flirting with an A-list celebrity, especially someone way way WAY younger than he was and someone who wasn’t on any level to him.

he had a huge smile on his face, he seemed so content. “Great, should I get your number while I’m at it?” He pulled out his phone and handed it to you. You slightly grazed his hand when he did and it caught you by surprise.

His hands were so big, and you didn’t realize till just then how much of a height difference you two had.

You put your name and number, your hands were trembling a bit as you did so.

“here you go. so…when should I expect that drink?” you tried being coy to play off the fact that you were actually freaking out.

he smiled and laughed, “what about tonight then?”

that was quick

“oh. uhm yeah sure, i get off at 5, would like 8 be okay.”

“Sounds perfect. I’ll pick you up, wear something nice.”

“Do I not look nice now?” you said sarcastically.

“No no, you always look great, I’d just like to see you in a dress.” He looked at you with so much love, his sweet smile still plastered hard on his face.

You couldn’t help but blush hard.

Has he always looked at me?

“I’ll send you my address then, see you tonight.”

“See you tonight.” and he stepped out.

what the fuck were you getting into

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#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x y/n #self indulgent #unedited

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wannab-urs · 1 year ago

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The Spreadsheet Digest - Fic Recs | Vol 11

Hi friends!!

I've really outdone myself this week, folks. I read TWENTY SEVEN new fics (including three very long series) + a bunch of updates to WIPs I was already reading. That being said, I'm gonna sort these by character for you because it's a lot to scroll through.

If you're new here, these are all the fics I read this week (except series updates and unnamed drabbles) and my unhinged/unedited ramblings about them :)

You can find the full spreadsheet here, and you're always welcome to tag me in your fics <3

Fic recs below the Pedro <3

Din Djarin

Wherever You Stray, I Follow a one shot by @beskarandblasters

This is one of those fics that makes me genuinely pissed I'm not living in the Star Wars universe. Why can't I run away from an arranged marriage with my bodyguard who just so happens to be a very very handsome man in a suit of pure beskar? It's not fair.

Beskar Doll a series by @justagalwhowrites

Okay so I read 40+ chapters of this in TWO days. The story is so engaging?! Also we all know I love me some angst and the angst in this is so well done. It's believable, it's painful, it's excellent. I'm always hype for reader characters/FMC/OFC that are strong and capable (not that I have an issue with the damsel in distress fics either but...) I am obsessed with the reader/MC in this. She's so fucking cool and strong and AGH!!! There was no part of this where I was bored or wondered why the story went in a certain direction - it always made sense to me and I was completely engaged the whole time. That's pretty impressive for a long ass fic like this. I usually fall off after 20 or so chapters. Everyone should read this, tbh.

Significant a one shot by @softlyspector

AHHHH okay first of all, you gotta read the drabble first so you get a feel for the relationship. This was SO CUTE. I support every choice made in this fic. I don't want to spoil anything, but just know that I love the characterization and dialogue in this. I love how quickly I got sucked into the story and believed their relationship despite it only being 5k. I could kind of imagine a full series around this. It was sooooo cute UGH. (Look at me reading fluff, what's goin on).

Fix it a one shot by @jksprincess10

I love how you've barely written Din before (1 fic) and then you produce this. It's so fucking good. We get helmetless!Din without a fuckton of buildup and like I get that it's not the most realistic, but sometimes you just want Din Djarin to eat you out without 20 chapters of wondering what his face looks like or having to be in the dark. And the tattoos... nad... you gave him tattoos.... I'll pass out and die on the floor right now.

a little attention a one shot by @luckbealincoln

Din has a rough day (haha get it?) and reader knows just how to get rid of his pissy ass attitude. I love love love dom!Din so fucking much this is so hot PLEASE

Best Kept Secret a series by @lincolndjarin

Bodyguard!Din and princess!reader!!!!!!!!!!!! I love this trope so much. I expected the fic to be a little kitschy because I mean... it's a kitschy trope. And I love kitschy shit that's why I clicked on it... but guys! guys!! it's not!! This fic has so much depth, so much emotion. The little glimpses of Din's backstory, the depictions of mental health, that bastard Kodo, my beloved Elaine and Lysa... just... there's so much in this story that I adore. It feels fresh and interesting and it's heart wrenching and wonderful and sexy and....yeah read this one thanks.

Who do you belong to? a one shot by @beskarandblasters

HOT!!!!!!! Possessive!Din is so fucking hot. The smut is.... oh my lordt it is good.

Joel Miller

i can be your pretty girl a series by @walkintotheriveranddisappear

A little innocent reader/manipulative dbf!joel never hurt anyone, right? I fucking love this. And the subsequent part is... even better (worse? more depraved?).

Epiphany a one shot by @jksprincess10

This story hurts. It hits you right in the chest and takes the breath out of you. Worth the pain though. It's gorgeously done <3

I'll Do Anything a one shot by @beskarandblasters

I feel like I've seen some fics that are this trope but in reverse, where Joel is the one making reader pay with sex. I think I like this better tbh. Desperate, needy Joel is everything.

Seven a one shot by @proxima-writes

Starting with the dream was so fucking good! And I really like the choice to not make it a 1 to 1 direct recreation of the actual scene with Sarah. I loved the early interactions with Joel and reader so much. The library scene AHHH!!!! And then fast forwarding through the reallly good smut, the dream that's not a nightmare???? Are you kidding me??? genius. Reader still believing in beautiful things and making joel believe he deserves good things and oh my god just shoot me now this was adorable.

sensational a series by @sinsofsummers

I guess I was on an innocent reader kick this week idk. I love the buildup of the reader's background in this though. She feels like a real person and not just a vessel for actual reader to pretend we're virgins and Joel Miller is teaching us about sex. Like she is that, don't get me wrong, and I love it. But!! She's a real person, with feelings and a backstory and I am a slut for a good story with my smut. Okay and also Joel doesn't feel like a creep in this, which is a little hard to achieve given the premise. I really liked this and I hope we get more. (there's a part two, but like I'd read 10 parts of this are you kidding)

Desire a series by @toxic-seduction

Good ol' depraved smut. I haven't read one like this before!! And the follow up is just as yummy. Highly recommend if you're feeling a little freaky :)

Gimme What I Want a series by @atticrissfinch

Oh my god oh my GOD oh my god. This was so fucking hot?! And the little moments of humor too?! I love the format for this so much. And the attention to detail with the timestamps and everything!! And then part two... I was not prepared. God it was so hot. (and the lil bonus of Joel being awkward and adorable ughhhh). The blend of sexy and funny and a tad bit depraved and a tiny bit sweet... perfect.

Lavender a series by @justagalwhowrites

Hey, it's not nice to break people's hearts repeatedly. There are barely even words to describe this fic. The nanny trope to start out with, meaning that you get really really attached to Sarah and pre-outbreak Joel and you build up all these hopes and dreams for the two of them.... and then... (trying not to spoil things) Joel being a moron and then the outbreak of course and... I always want to know what happens in that 20 years between outbreak and Joel meeting Ellie. I really adore the way that canon content was blended with original content in a way that seems to make Joel's actions make even more sense than they do in canon. Doc is such a cool character also??? And oh my GOD Andrew and Jess... I seriously cannot explain how fucking perfect this is. I could read it forever. Like I hope you carry it on through season two when that comes out, it's that good. I would read 500 chapters of this.

Mine a one shot by @the-scandalorian

How does one write Porn Without Plot, anal at that, and make it profound? Apparently this way. How dare you make me feel anything but a little ashamed and lot horny about an ANAL FIC?! Are you a fucking WIZARD?! Anyway yeah y'all should read this one.

Stay here, honey a one shot by @swiftispunk

This is just porn but I was having that kind of day. dbf!joel + really high chance of getting caught PWP. Wonderful <3

What I need a one shot by @swiftispunk

knife kink knife kink knife kink knife kink knife kink knife kink knife kink knife kink knife kink knife kink knife kink knife kink knife kink knife kink knife kink knife kink knife kink knife kink knife kink knife kink knife kink knife kink knife kink knife kink knife kink knife kink knife kink knife kink knife kink knife kink knife kink knife kink knife kink knife kink. Oh and also a lil bit of sweetness at the end. Yes please

Your Summer Dream a series by @swiftispunk

Look I've only read chapter one and I'm already in love. The set up is so good. Joel seems so sweet and charming and cool and HOT?!? Reader is about to win the rebound Jackpot for real. I'd be jealous if I wasn't,,,, ya know,,, the reader.

exile a one shot by @tieronecrush

Oh hey cool, thanks for hurting my feelings... just kidding you know I love angst. This was so gorgeously written. I love all the descriptions a lot. And also... I read a lot of joel/reader breakups where she just immediately crumbles and takes him back because like wouldn't we all? But I really like how you had her hesitate even though she's clearly miserable. At least one of us is emotionally mature enough to not dive headfirst back into a toxic relationship (couldn't be me).

Javier Peña

a pile of cards a one shot by @undercoverpena

There are very few things I love more than fluffy, soft!Javi Peña. That man has the capacity to be so sweet and caring and kind and loving and AHHHHHH. I really love the way this story is told. A story in birthdays for your birthday celebration... that's so fucking creative I love it. I just... I can't say enough about this fic. Read it!!

not here, not now a one shot by @gracieispunk

Reader gets in trouble with Javi and handcuffs are involved... I feel like I do not need to say more.

(Re)union with Elvis a one shot by @tieronecrush

I've read a lot of these lil accidental marriage fics, and this is one of my favorites so far. I loved getting to see them meet up sober, go through the whole night, experience the silly wedding, the mind blowing sex, and then the wakeup scene is actually so cute? I rarely see one of these without a defcon level freak out about the fact they got married. Imagine telling this story at your wedding? Like oh yeah we've actually already divorced each other and it was before we ever started dating.

Pero Tovar

Xìngjiāo a one shot by @absurdthirst

I finally watched The Great Wall and my literal first move after finishing it was to see if absurdthirst wrote a sex pollen fic for Tovar and she FUCKING DID!!!!! Gods I love sex pollen.

Pero Tovar and his Guerrera a series by @prolix-yuy

This lil loose fit series makes my heart sing. Pero being an idiot? Reader being a badass? Silly arrangement to be able to stay near each other without having to admit feelings? Finally admitting feelings??? Wrap me up in this story and bury me in it, thanks.

Dave York

Stormy Secrets a one shot by @absurdthirst

Kinda randomly got in the mood to read something fucked up and stumbled on this lovely Dave York fic. Murder daddy didn't let me down, this was EXCELLENT. Pretty much checked every box on the list of what I would kill to have Dave York do to me.

Just Your Average Suburban Couple a one shot by @absurdthirst

What if Murder Daddy had a Murder Wife? I know it's a hot take, but I love the fake dating trope so this is so fun for me. Add in badass reader, infidelity, murder, Dave York being soft (in his own way), domestic Dave, and possessive/jealous!Dave? Oh and of course delicious smut. I LOVE THIS SO MUCH

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Do y'all prefer it sorted like this or was it fine the old way? This takes a little extra work, but it's not that bad.

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Happy Reading!

#fic recs #the spreadsheet digest #fanfiction recommendations #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro fics #pedro pascal character fanfiction #The Mandalorian #din djarin #dave york #joel miller #pero tovar #javier peña

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dragimalsdaydreams · 1 year ago

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[image ID: two images of the same front-view, full-body screenshot of Kuki Shinobu from the game Genshin Impact.

the first image is an unedited screenshot of how Shinobu appears in-game. she has pale skin, and light green hair pulled into a roughly swirl-shaped bun with some red rope. a black mask with fang-like patterns covers the bottom half of her face. Shinobu's wearing a purple/pink, crop-cut jacket, a large red/gold pauldron on her right shoulder, a black mesh crop-cut tank (exposing her midriff), black/purple short-shorts, black/red gradient stockings with red/gold thigh guards strapped on top, partly fingerless red/black gloves, and black/red open-toed, mesh shoes. most of the outfit has additional gold decals/patterning, and red/magenta rope accessories.

the second image is a heavily edited version of the first image. Shinobu's mask now has purple/red/gold decals and more emphasized fangs. her jacket is longer, covering her back up to the hem of her pants (though the open jacket still leaves her midriff bare at the front). the left shoulder of the jacket is also falling off the shoulder a bit, leaving more of that bare shoulder exposed. the short shorts have been changed into hakama pants, with loose legs that are pulled to a taper at the shins, in a color scheme/style matching the original stockings. shin guards over top the pants match the style of the original thigh guards.

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YIPPIEEE this one was fun. not the shin guards, but the rest of it was fine lmao. apologies for not transferring the guards perfectly accurately, some of the shapes frustrated me, especially on the rotated right leg. just don't look too hard, lmao

a few extra notes under the cut~

btw, sorry if "hakama" isn't the right term for these pants, but that term kept popping up when I was looking for "samurai-style" pants, though other reference images for hakama look a bit different to me? maybe they're just worn differently in this style, but please correct if I'm wrong haha

anyways, I started this project with the pants in mind, like usual, but I'm actually most proud of the mask this time! lemme zoom in for ya

[image ID: the original and redesigned images, each cropped to Shinobu's face.

the original mask is solid black, with a few subtle red decals to the far sides of the mask. the "nose" bit is an angular, dull bronze diamond, and the "teeth" are just a simple, jagged line bisecting the mask horizontally. darker black half-circles to either side of the teeth suggest a gaping jaw.

the redesigned mask has more decorative red/purple/green decals surrounding the different features. the red nose now has a pronounced, upturned nose shape, with nostril holes for breathing. the gold teeth are now distinctly carved as well, with large, curved, overlapping canines, and small, simple incisors. the darker black half-circles to the sides still give the teeth a gaping impression.

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Shinobu's original mask is just sooooooooo boring, y'know? very disappointing for a member Arataki 'Numero Uno' Itto's very important gang-- esp considering the man himself is, literally, an Oni. so I took inspiration from real Japanese Oni masks and gave Shinobu some big honkin' teeth, hehe~

#kuki shinobu #genshin shinobu #genshin impact #ganch redesigns

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theglitternet · 2 years ago

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🐱🧡The pick of the litter!

MCC skin submissions for the Orange Ocelots!

These skins are a meme because I’m very busy on Thursdays. I still put effort in dw. They’re kinda like the anti-fanskin haha, usually you make the outfit and leave the base unedited but for this I didn’t change the clothes at all and just changed the base. It was fun icl

Downloads and PNGs below the cut.

– Phil (4px) [ https://www.minecraftskins.com/skin/21406858/philza-mcc-29-orange-cats/ ]

– Ryguy (4px) [ https://www.minecraftskins.com/skin/21406861/ryguyrocky-mcc-29-orange-cats/ ]

– Joel (4px) [ https://www.minecraftskins.com/skin/21406866/smallishbeans-mcc-29-orange-cats/ ]

– Impulse (4px) [ https://www.minecraftskins.com/skin/21406872/impulsesv-mcc-29-orange-cats/ ]

Someone on Reddit already called these furries fml

#mcc #mcytblr #smallishbeans #impulsesv #mcyt #mcc 29 #mcc orange ocelots #orange ocelots #philza #ryguyrocky #philza fanart #ryguyrocky fanart #smallishbeans fanart #impulsesv fanart #joel smallishbeans

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sunnyrifle · 10 months ago

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「Graduation ceremony」

Ginyanma AU where Morita is raised at Ginji's household; the graduation ceremony scenario

⚠️CAUTION!! i'm not eng native, this is an unedited text from my notes, structural & grammatical errors ahead⚠️

tags!!: loss of virginity ▪️ gaslightning

I thought of Ginji attending Morita's graduation ceremony, the high school ending and instead of thinking about university as normal kids, Morita only wishing he can finally be of actual use for Ginji. He spent so much time being a burden, Ginji already lost colour of his hair as the time passed; Gin attending the ceremony with silver hair slicked back- He smiled when spotting Morita's eyes on him in the crowd when Mori went to the stage to get diploma, as if Ginji wasn't regretting him spending time on such thing. He'll pat Morita on hair before they'll leave the hall and Mori would think that's how first love felt. Ginji was the first adult he could feel confident in, even his parents left him as they died, so it was a natural progression for Ginji to be his first love--

He'd be clingy for the rest of the day, instead of spending the evening celebrating with a friend group, Morita lacked one and he only belonged to the mansion where Ginji lived with him. The bed they shared would lack the same safety Mori felt sleeping in it and sharing it with Ginji since early childhood. He would be nervous but think it's just a natural progression, it's only natural for it to be Ginji as his first, he should be glad he was spending so much time with him

For Morita to give in Gin wouldn't use violence, instead asking Morita if he'd like it to be any girl instead of him. Morita would say he doesn't want 'a girl he isn't interested in' to be his first, he wants it to be a special person. "Is there anyone special in your life?" Gin would ask. Morita would think it's not possible to be anyone else, no one's more special than Gin anyway…

Morita already went through a few kidnappings because of business Ginji was spending his time in, shady even before he left police. He even lost consciousness before when kidnappers made him black out, but never felt time passing as intense as the first night. He was young and loud, he annoyed Gin with his voice and reminded him of a girl whose innocence is being taken. Have Morita even touched himself before? Ginji would forgive him for such indecency only if Mori were to say he did it thinking of Gin-san. He won't receive a scolding just because it was his graduation day today

Morita wouldn't be spared from anything else, because after all taking one's innocence only happens once, so Ginji was sure to enjoy getting it from Morita- so no one else would have this claim on his body but him. After all if Morita were to join him in shady business, the world of violence as well as huge money, he would go through more hardships and even if guarded he can get burned by other people. Ginji wondered if Morita even had a first kiss yet, when he was already receiving Ginji's tongue so deep into his whiny mouth;;

After the night they'd sleep in, Ginji content with Morita not preparing the breakfast for them, instead he'd wake Morita up and comb his hair. He usually does it before they go to bed, but they were so busy yesterday… the graduation day that Ginji found boring got him a pleasant surprise, when Morita confessed his half-realised feelings of first love after they left the ceremony

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i imagined ginyanma mori to be a cute gentle kid, who would be left alone for long periods of time because Ginji would be so caught up in his police work, already doing shady business. Morita would be adopted early as his parents are dead, and the house is too big for him, but he would try to take care for it anyway, always dusting and getting it cleaned (ginji is just raising a perfect wife at this point idk how else to see it haha)

so Morita would be a well fed, very neat and tidy child with no cuts and bruises from playing with other kids, but he'd always have those dark lonely eyes

He only meets Ginji at late dinners, his only joy is for him to see Gin finish a meal he prepared, but it would be usually blend or simple dinner because Mori doesn't have anyone to learn how to cook from, so he won't even receive a spoken praise

also the part of this relationship to have Morita casually sleep at Ginji's bed is good!! its like its his place, even if Gin is absent he warms his bed; he doesn't have his own because there's no need. He'd get older and still do it because he doesn't know better. If Ginji skips the dinner he would at least wake up with him the next morning and maybe do a breakfast!! hehe

anyway i think they're cute-- i wanted mori to live in big empty house hehe

When Gin comes back from harsh work, he would find Mori in his bed and his bed is warm, like some kind of pet warming his bed... Gin thinks a little and accepts it, goes into the bed and sleeps. In the morning Mori would finds Gin is hugging him while sleeping, and panics a little bit with a blush, but Gin won't wake up for now (bc of yesterday's work) so he hugs his warm boy tight and fall asleep, and Mori blush x2, but couldn't get out of Gin's arm, so sleep again, hugging Ginji

I think it'd be pretty cute for morita to be super curious about relationships and love and kisses, like any other young boy. But he'd not receive a cute date or a kiss under falling sakura petals - instead an experienced man, not being as gentle, it'd be pretty overwhelming for the first time if Ginji would get greedy

aw i would love to see Morita having trouble making friends when all he's talking about is his own guardian haha-- i think Morita would still have some resemblance of people to talk to in school, bc he is both smart and handsome, but he'd not feel the connection and drift apart from people like this

basically this AU Mori is a middle ground between the golden bird cage and free Morita, because he is let to have social life as a kid but he's unable to get anyone to rely on when all of his thoughts aren't his own

when other kids daydream during classes, Mori thinks of the grocery list and dinner he has to make after school haha--

#ginmori #gin to kin #unedited scenario #18r

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allylikethecat · 1 year ago

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honestly i say don’t second guess yourself haha i think i can speak for all of us that we don’t care if you put out a longer more unedited fic.. the more the merrier lol but also don’t feel pressured i know you want to put out your best work🩵

Whelp, she's done! The potential final draft of chapter 3 of the A&E fic has been sent off to the Bestie for her blessing and seal of approval. She's clocking in at a little over 8,000 words., which is nearly double the entire length of the first two chapters combined and significantly longer than I meant for this chapter to be. (And longer than any future chapters will be) Depending on what the Bestie says, she might get cut down to a little closer to 6,000 words though. The plot went on a few unapproved side quests 😂

Also, I don't know what time zones y'all are in but I am in PST and it is very much not that late on Tuesday for me right now, SO just know that when this thing does get uploaded I did in fact keep my promise of a new chapter on Tuesday 🤣

Because this chapter turned into such an unexpected monster I am going to be extremely needy and beg anyone who reads it for feedback. So when it goes up within the next two hours or so- be prepared to let me know what y'all think!

Thank you again for reading, and for sending this ask! I'm so honored that y'all like my writing enough to send in such kind and encouraging asks like this, and that y'all are even into the unpolished chaos that I might be unleashing into the world. (Because even though I am doing my best right now- this chapter will probably not be as polished as I usually like!) Thank you again!

❤️Ally

#allylikethecat #ask ally #anon ask #fanfiction #matty healy rpf #the 1975 rpf #matty healy fanfiction #fanfic #rid me of the blues #the a&e fic #a&e fic #the infection fic verse #the infection verse #infection fic verse #infection verse

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aubzikins · 1 year ago

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Coffee On Us Chapter 1

Possibly another fic, *shrugs* Who knows. Thanks to Leo and Rah when we were discussing my coffee habits lol!!! This is pretty much unedited by anyone so if there are mistakes, just let me know! Thanks yall!

Stray Kids Coffee Shop AU A Mystic Coffee Shop appears when Anise needs it the most. She meets 8 gorgeous amazing men who end up needing her more than she needs them possibly. Completely fictional and just something about some strangers I know of haha

Anise is newer to the area and with her new stressful job, her insomnia is kicking her ass. When walking to work one day, Anise stumbles across "Oddinary Coffee". The name itself grabbed her attention and she walked inside.

When she walks up to the counter there was a guy right there ready to take her order. He had a gorgeous smile and looked like he should be a model more than a Barista. Anise looked at his name tag that is the shape of a puppy and saw that his name was Seungmin. "Hello Welcome to Oddinary Coffee, what may we make you?"

"What would have the most caffeine but is still sweet with the taste of coffee still?" Anise asks.

"That would be our Iced Brown Sugar Espresso. Comes with 4 shots of Blonde Espresso and some brown sugar syrup. We can add a little bit of milk of your choice. I really like it with some oat milk." Says another gorgeous guy. His name tag is in the shape of a fox and has Jeongin printed on it.

"Sure, I’ll try that one since you recommended it!" Anise smiles.

"Awesome! Since you're new to our shop, the first drink is on the house. Please enjoy!" Seungmin says, smiling.

Anise was caught off-guard by this. "Are you sure? How did you know I was new?" She asks.

"We know all of our customers, and yes we are absolutely sure. We are pretty confident that you’ll be back again. That's how good we are... I mean our coffee is." Seungmin says with a smirk.

“I see…” Anise giggles and then pulls out a twenty-dollar bill and puts it in the tip jar.

“We will have your drink right out to you here shortly, feel free to find a spot to hang out and ill bring it out to you,” Jeongin smiled and motioned to the seated area.

“Alrighty, thank you very much!” Anise slightly bows and moves over to a seat in the corner of the cafe. She sits and watches the two guys behind the counter and notices that they look over at her a few times and whisper from time to time. She brushes it off and looks at her phone to check her work emails.

She usually works from home but since she moved to a new house closer to her work, she tries to go into the office on Mondays. It doesn’t help that there was a big meeting today at the office. She left the house early enough to have some time.

Within a few minutes, Jeongin walks over and hands Anise her Iced Espresso. “Please let me know if you like it, this is my little hidden gem of a drink. Also, we hope to see you again soon!” Jeongin slightly bows and walks away.

Anise tastes the drink and immediately smiles. It tastes just like an oatmeal cookie, which is one of her favorite cookies ever. She walks over to the counter and puts another ten-dollar bill in the tip jar, looks up at Seungmin and Jeongin, “Thank you, this is absolutely delicious, I will for sure be back!” They both have huge smiles on their faces and nod to her.

Anise walks out the door sipping her coffee and is already starting to feel energized. Within 10 minutes, she is walking up to her office building feeling like she got a whole night’s worth of sleep. During the meeting, Anise finishes her iced coffee while listening to everything coming up on the company’s schedule. Realizing that she is going to start having a lot of late nights for the foreseeable future, she is grateful that she found a good coffee shop.

She tries to pull up the shop on her phone, but nothing appears. She shrugs thinking they just might be a little old school and just relying on word of mouth. After the meeting ends (three hours later), her director tells her that she can go ahead and take the rest of the day off and enjoy the rest of the day before the chaos starts the next day.

Anise thanks her director, packs up her items and then heads for home. She decides to stop at the coffee shop to get the hours and ask if she would be allowed to maybe come and work on her laptop in the shop from time to time. When she gets to the shop, it’s after 1 pm, the shop is empty for the most part. She goes up to the counter and there is another gorgeous guy working behind the counter.

“Hello there! Welcome to Oddinary Coffee, what can we make for ya?” This man has a name tag in the shape of a Quokka and his name printed as Han. He smiles at Anise with the biggest grin.

“Hello Han, I was wondering if I could have just a hot English Breakfast Tea?” she asks.

“Sure thing! Also, the tea is on us, I was told that you left quite a bit of monies in the tip jar this morning, so Innie and Minnie put it on your tab.” He smiles.

“Huh? How did you know that was me? I didn’t see you this morning.” Anise asks, a little confused.

Han holds up a post-it note that has some writing on it: Beautiful, long curly black hair, freckles, button-nose, ice blue eyes. Ask for a name for the tab. “They left this post-it note so we could get your name,” he says smiling.

“Oh, um wow…” Anise says, taken aback by the post-it. Beautiful? She thinks to herself. “My name is Anise. Nice to meet you, Han. I am assuming Innie and Minnie are your nicknames for Jeongin and Seungmin?” Anise asks.

“Yes, sorry about the post-it, probably shouldn’t have shown you that. It probably came off creepy. Sorry again. They said you might come back in tomorrow for coffee so we wanted everyone to know what you look like so we can get your name… and now I feel like I’m rambling. Sorry.” Han says as he rubs his hand on the back of his neck.

“No worries, I understand but the monies for the tip jar was for Seungmin and Jeongin, not to start a tab for me. I would prefer to just pay for my drinks.” Anise looks at Han and smiles.

“No can do, Anise. I am under orders from the manager and owner of the shop that you have a tab.” Han says nervously.

Anise looks at Han and sees that he is nervous. Rather than get him in trouble, Anise smiles and then pulls out a wad of cash and puts it in the tip jar. “You said that I can’t pay for drinks but you did not say that I could leave a tip.” Anise looks at Han whose mouth is agape and looks a little flustered.

“No, no, no, no, no!” Han says panicking.

Suddenly another guy walks out from the back of the shop looking concerned. “Hannie, are you okay? What’s going on?” The man asks, looking between Han and Anise.

“Everything is fine Minho; Anise here just didn’t like that her drink is on us, so she put more cash into the tip jar.” Han explains.

Minho looks up at Anise and smirks, “I guess we will have to get rid of the tip jar for the future.”

“Sounds good to me!” says another man who is painting some art on the coffee shop’s front window.

“See, even Hyunjin agrees,” Minho smiles as he grabs the tip jar and puts it below the counter.

Anise is just staring at all three men processing what just happened. She finally speaks up, “good thing I already put quite a bit of monies in there.” She smiles.

Han hands Anise her tea and she thanks him. “By the way, what are your guys’ hours and would I by chance be able to bring my laptop and maybe work for like an hour or so here?”

Minho smiles, “We are open 24/7 due to some of our customers’ work schedules, and yes of course you can work from here. We will provide you with a secure password for the Wi-Fi whenever you come in.”

“Wow, that's awesome. I'll keep that in mind when I have late nights.” Anise smiles. “Thank you for the tea, I will see you all again, I’m sure. Have a good day y’all!” Anise heads out the door to head home.

After Anise walks out, Minho looks at Hyunjin and Han and smiles. “I like her, this should be fun.”

#stray kids #fanfic #fanfic newbie #multifics

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drksanctuary · 2 years ago

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@yonemurishiroku Here’s some unedited draft from my “lifting the mist curse” comic:

Alabaster gives into the urge and holds Nico’s hand.

Nico is only slightly surprised that he’s ok with Al doing it. True, no one is around but, he’d expected his body to reflexively recoil. It didn’t.

“There is one place in the Labyrinth I wanted to show you. If youre up for it, no monsters in there…usually” Al says.

Nico raises an eyebrow. “Y-yeah sure”

Alabaster leads him by the hand through the entrance, down a hall that they usually bypass. He activates a small rune on the base of the rock that makes up the wall and a secret door opens.

“Neat” Nico says

When they head inside the secret door closes behind them. Nico flinches.

“Don’t worry” Al says softly, “you can still shadow us out of here. And even if you can’t I’ve used mist travel for it so…we’re good.

Nico’s heart calms a bit and looks around and sees nothing but darkness. “So is the the darkness the appeal or-“

Alabaster takes his hand again after feeling around a bit for it.

Nico is surprised yet again. Not at the fact that he didn’t recoil this time but at the fact that he felt a flutter in his stomach. It is …an unexpected feeling. Nico decides not to think about it. A decision which is aided by the sounds of Alabaster making a light blowing sound, as if he were trying to warm up to whistle.

As he does, Nico notices small dots of light illuminate on the cavern ceiling.

“See that?” Alabaster says.

“Yeah…” Nico says, his eyes following the pulses of light that travel all around “what is it?”

“Its a fascinating bit of Magic, I could go into detail but…I mean really it’s just kind of cool. It looks like a bit of the night sky, in the middle of day.”

Nico hums in agreement.

“Um…I can’t tell if you’re enjoying this” Al chuckles nervously “can’t really see in here.

“Huh? Oh yeah I like it. It’s really cool” nico says “I’m smiling” he says and unthinkingly puts Alabaster’s hand on his lips to demonstrate.

Al’s fingers feel the crease of Nico’s smile and then lightly brush his bottom lip, lingering there. Just for a moment. Alabaster fights off the urge he has this time, and retracts his hand. He clears his throat, praying to goodness that he wasn’t too obvious or awkward. “Yes, ahem~ good, I’m glad you like it”

Nico is glad he’s in the darkness because he’s sure he is blushing. Why the heck did I put his hand on my lips?? I could’ve just said I was smiling…he would’ve believed me wouldn’t he?

Nico’s brain scrambles to change the subject.

“S-so you’re sure you don’t wanna give me an intricate lecture on the magic behind it?”

Alabaster is so grateful for the change. “Um…I mean, I could if you wanted to know”

“I mean, if the night sky is not enough…I’m sure the lecture will put me to sleep, assuming that’s your intention”

“Ha ha” Al says “jerk”

Nico nudges him lightly with his elbow, reminding him he’s joking. He…rather likes hearing Al talk about the fascinating things he knows about. It is comforting to Nico, in some strange way.

“Well” Al says “that’s kind of it though” he blows a little harder and the lights pulse again this time a different color that fades Into the same color as before.

Nico does the same and is delighted when the ceiling responds.

“It’s cool…thank you for showing me” This time, Nico takes Al’s hand and he gives it a little squeeze of assurance.

It’s Al’s turn to be grateful for the darkness of the chamber, because he’s blushing furiously.

“C-can you see me?” Alabaster asks.

“ I see your general shape”

“Ah…cool,cool…i ah-can’t see anything except the little dots of light that is.”

“Is that so?” Nico says, a mischievous thought forming in his head. He let’s go of Al’s hand and quietly moves away.

“Haha, don’t leave me here” Alabaster says it as a joke but there a hint of real fear there. It’s dark as fuck after all and he can’t see in the dark like Nico can.

Nico stays very still, putting on a smirk that would taunt Al if he could see it.

“N-Nico?” Alabaster says and tries to feel around for Nico, who he’s surprised to find is not in his immediate vicinity anymore. “Did you leave??”

Nico snickers

“Now your a double jerk” Al whines.

Nico grabs his hand again and shadow travels them back to the outside of the Labyrinth.

“Ah! A little warning would’ve been nice!” Al says, adjusting himself.

Nico smiles a mischievous smile that he knows Alabaster can see now.

Alabaster shakes his head “triple jerk…I’m pretty sure that promotes you to Asshole”

“Well we’re in the same league now then”

“Oh not even close Di Angelo,” he chuckles.

“You’re right” Nico shrugs “no one is in the same league of asshole as you”

“Indeed! Recognize!” Al laughs and smirks with an expression that could have been offered to prove the sentiment.

“Come on, Assabaster, let me take you home”

“Oh! I actually did have something else…f-for you.” Alabaster says and searches through his little bag. He produces a card. A mythomagic card.

“What’s this?” Nico asks

“Oh…it’s an action card I made. Just something to say thank you. Thank you for…for everything. I…had spent so long surviving that I’d kinda forgotten how to live? And you came in to my life, helped me with this mission, introduced me to friends, let me see my siblings again…I…I can’t thank you enough for being in my life.”

Nico’s heart stirs. He knows when Alabaster is being sincere. He’s usually also being snarky or silly, a little unhinged and the occasionally sad and vulnerable, but now as he is saying these things the sincerity is unmitigated and unmistakable. Alabaster is grateful for him? Grateful he existed in his life? Nico feels elated at the thought. He feels happy in Al’s company too. Whenever he is with him. Is it supposed to be this easy? He thinks to himself.

Nico takes the card. At the top reads the words “Arcane Fury” and the visual depicts a character that looks a lot like him but in a black tunic and cape punching a faceless figure in the kidney.

Nico’s heart stirs again. His signature melee move. He’d called it that as a joke. Alabaster /remembered/ that? And gave it to him in the form of a mythomagic card? His favorite game.? It is just so thoughtful. His voice almost cracks when he asks “you MADE this?”

“yeah, it’s a mist card too… “ Alabaster says leaning close look at the card “I you tap it twice-“

Nico does so before Al can finish his statement and as he does a magical fist pops out of the card and clocks Alabaster in the face.

“Fuck!” Nico says, trying not to Laugh. “I’m sorry!”

“Yeah it does that…” Al says, shaking his head to recover.

“Sorry” Nico says again.

“It’s fine, it’s not that hard a hit, unlike the actual thing” Alabaster says, cocking an eyebrow so as to reference the time Nico actually demonstrated the move on him during one of their sparring sessions.

“Sorry again?” Nico says, feigning innocence

“You’re forgiven again” Al says “maybe…with that apology you will go back down to jerk level”

Nico chuckles and looks down at his gift again. “I…I love it” he says, voice no longer accompanied by a laugh. He says it seriously, because he’s serious. “It’s the most thoughtful thing I’ve ever been given” his eyes meet Alabaster’s “Thank you so much”

The sincerity in Nico’s voice brings back that urge Al has to kiss him. He wants to kiss him so badly but instead he just says “you’re welcome”

Somebody please feed me soft warm wholesome fluffy Nicobaster i need it for my mental health

#nico di angelo #alabaster torrington #alabaster c torrington #percy jackson #pjo #heroes of olympus #nicobaster #it will be a comic someday maybe #until then I write out the drafts in prose form #fluffy Nicobaster

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39, jiara❤️

What color do you like better?

It took Kiara the boat ride to the mainland, trying to force JJ to remain still in the seat next to her, and almost two hours wandering around the mainland county fair, probably risking her life in rides that were two screws away from collapsing underneath her for the realization to hit.

Sarah was fucking trying to set her up.

It started out when the whole thing conveniently fell on the weekend of Pope’s mathlete tournament, which he assured them he was totally okay with because fairs made him queasy anyway, and this was just the only weekend Sarah was available. It escalated into her casually suggesting Kiara wear the brand new crop top that happened to be hanging at the front of her closet while they got ready, reminiscent of how they used to share clothes during her kook year, and Kiara had accepted, hoping to further solidly this new truce between them.

And now here she was, sitting across from JJ on the ferris wheel, their knees bumping in the tiny space. The wicked grin Sarah had shot her while they climbed into the cart had finally clued her in.

She should have known Sarah Cameron wouldn’t let this go.

She’d asked her about JJ, once everything settled down with the gold and the whole thinking two of their friends were dead thing. She’d picked up on a vibe, she said.

Kiara had played dumb, even though she couldn’t remain totally oblivious. She almost hadn’t noticed how much things with JJ had changed, but while John B was gone, they’d clung to each other like rocks in a storm. He was the first person she looked for in a room, the one she somehow always ended up drifting towards when there was a free space on the couch.

If she needed a little time to figure out what that meant, then well, that was her business.

“So, what’s going on there?” Sarah had of course asked. It had taken Kiara several moments to realize she was talking about her and JJ, and several more for her to realize that she wore the same conspiratorial smile she got when Kiara had a report back about a cute guy during her kook year.

It put Kiara on the defensive immediately. “What?”

“You and JJ.” Sarah had rolled her eyes, like duh. “He’s into you. You know that, right?”

“No, he’s not. We’re just friends. He thinks it’s funny to flirt.”

Kiara thought she had ended the conversation then and there. She’d thrown out her best threatening look and everything, even though just friends had lost a lot of its meaning over the past year. The water was muddied, and sometimes she had the tiniest inkling that maybe JJ did like her in a very not friend way, but she wasn’t ready to clear it up just yet. She may not ever be, but that was for her to decide.

Sarah, evidently, did not think the same way, Kiara realized, as she watched JJ bounce his knee.

“The ring of fire was so much better,” he complained. He shifted in his seat, and she wondered if maybe the confined space was bugging him. Either that, or it was her.

The cart had been silent for the entire three cycles they’d spun thus far, which was totally on Kiara. She had been too busy ruminating on Sarah’s meddling, and JJ, although he could sometimes be oblivious, at least had the good sense not to push her buttons when she was entering a mood.

She bopped her knee with his. At the very least, this wasn’t his fault, and it wasn’t like she didn’t enjoy spending time with him. “Yeah. Right. It's a miracle we didn’t die on that one.”

She just didn’t enjoy the fact that Sarah was looming over their time spent together, with her creepy matchmaker agenda.

“That’s part of the excitement, Kie.”

Kiara rolled her eyes. “Just be glad we don’t have to sit with Sarah and John B on this and watch them mack,” she said, and then immediately regretted it. She tugged a stray string on her shorts, afraid there was some implication that ferris wheels should be a couple activity hanging in the air.

JJ paused. Slowly, his lips peeled back into a suggestive smirk, and she slammed her knee into his again.

“Don’t even go there,” she demanded, but she was unable to keep the laughter out of her voice. A slight weight eased off her chest.

When the ride ended, JJ wandered off to get his second helping of some sickening fair food that made Kiara sick from just looking at the grease. That boy was willing to shovel anything into his mouth.

When Sarah and John B stumbled off the ride, Kiara did her best laser glare, hoping Sarah could read her mind. The effect was totally ruined when John B stumbled between them, demanding some of JJ’s deep fried oreos.

“Sarah,” Kiara warned, while the boys were occupied.

Sarah played dumb. “What?”

Since she couldn’t exactly rip into her with JJ standing two feet away, Kiara went back to silently stewing.

She couldn’t decide if Pope was in on it or not. She didn’t think John B was, judging by the little huffs of frustration Sarah let out every time he participated in anything that drug the boys away from them for any period of time.

The next such case happened when JJ’s attention snagged on a carnival game. It was some ridiculously expensive competition for who could shoot the most targets with their water gun; there was an array of impossible to win stuffed animals hanging above it that Kiara could probably get for three dollars at the local dollar store.

JJ whistled. “Oh, whittle John B. I could kick your ass at that.”

Foolishly, John B engaged, as he usually did. He shot a glance at Sarah. “Well, I don’t think so!”

Kiara stood, tapping a foot as they forked over ridiculous amounts of money to the man running the booth. She could smell the cigars off of him from where she was standing, but the boys were unbothered as they tested out their squirt guns of choice.

Sarah was equally unimpressed. “Baby. Why don’t we go in the mirror maze if we want to spend money? We can see which group makes it out first.”

If there had been any doubt about the setup scheme, it would’ve been gone. Kiara leaned forward to hiss in Sarah’s ear, “Cut it out.”

“Cut what out?” Sarah hardly even bothered to look innocent. She sent another pleading look John B’s way, and JJ mimed crying just out of her line of vision.

John B scowled at him. There was a brief battle on his face, which male pride ultimately won. “Just- just as soon as I destroy JJ.”

Slowly, JJ racked up points, John B cursing under his breath. It didn’t take Sarah long to grasp for another opportunity. “Hey, if you win, I want that mouse.”

John B gave a weak grin over his shoulder. “Oh- sure.”

“No way, man.” JJ flicked his hair out of his eyes. They lingered on Kiara for a moment, and then he turned back to his game.

He won, predictably. Even more predictably, he was a sore winner, sniggering right in John B’s face.

There was a moment of hesitation, and then JJ’s fingers were reaching for the stuffed animals. The man behind the counter scowled, but JJ had snatched two of them before he could stop him.

JJ spun around. He held up a green sea turtle plush in one hand and a purple one in the other. Its shiny eyes on them stared back at Kiara, one of them sewn on a good two inches lower than the other, looking crooked as hell.

“Alright Kie. What color do you like better?” JJ asked, stone cold serious.

A stupidly warm feeling bubbled in her stomach. She pointed a finger at the purple one, unable to even be annoyed at the stench of victory wafting off Sarah.

JJ held the turtle towards her, but it was snatched out of his hands before she could reach it. “Sorry, kid. Ten more rounds for the medium size.”

Kiara left the stand with a five inch tall turtle under her arm. JJ kept glancing at it and looking down, like he was trying to hide how pleased he was. It was impossible to miss his grin, though.

She lifted the turtle up, letting the fair lights illuminate it. Suddenly, the way Sarah was looking back at them over her shoulder as she walked wasn’t so obnoxious.

“Hm. I think I’ll call him Squirt.”

“Squirt? Like the fucking mermaid movie?”

“No, dumbass.” Kiara elbowed him, and then she didn’t bother to move back out of his space when their arms brushed. His steps stuttered momentarily, but slowly, his grin widened. “Finding Nemo.”

No. They didn’t have to decide exactly what was happening between them today, but Kiara very much wanted to someday. Listening to him ramble excitedly about the cyclone ride they were headed towards, she thought maybe that someday would even be a someday soon.

#jiara #jiara prompts #very unedited as usual haha #obx

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penname-artist · 2 years ago

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You all are NOT READY for these notes. I JUST finished watching the ENTIRE Cars on the Road series (before 9:00 at that) and my guys. There is SO MUCH to talk about. This is just what I was able to think up and react to during my binge here, I will probably come back with much more detailed look throughs at a later date. But here is my reactions, raw and unedited! SPOILERS WARNING Y'ALL (and I apologize now that I need to post this on mobile so I don't have my "keep scrolling" bar BUT I WILL EDIT IT ON PC AS SOON AS I POST THIS so you guys don't have to see the spoilers yet if you do not want to. Anyways!)

-"I love Mater, but that is a LOT of Mater

-That explains Mack then! So he's there but Maters just like "no we gotta do it the old fashioned way!"

-Lightnings instant love of dinosaurs is so incredible, this precious bean

-I fucking adore that Lightning watches National Geographic, that's fucking amazing

-If you look in the dinosaur building to the top left you can see CARS HAVE CANONICALLY EVOLVED FROM SUBMARINES!?!?

-Lights Out immediately feels like my favorite and it is SO clear that this is a take on Haunted Mansion AND I LOVE IT

-I also find it interesting that 99% of the fandom says that cars/planes have a sort of sleeping mat like a mattress at night, yet in the hotel there is a complete lack of all comfort style, even just carpet or a rug. It's just a headboard mounted to the wall. A *little* bit anticlimactic BUT I will let it slide because at least it was there and the headboard thing was cute.

-The fact that Mater is initially scared and then Lightning happens to be the one who is up all night is just perfect

-RACECAR SPELLED BACKWARDS IS RACECAR HAHA WE SCARED YOU HEHEHE (I love this so much)

-THE EIGHT POINT TURN OF DEATH! (I love how this motel just fucking forgets that cars need to be able to turn around, making this such an inconvenience on McQueens part)

-ANTIFREEZE OH MY GOD

-The animation of the dance/spin sequence was stellar, 10/10 please don't hurt yourselves animators!

-I feel so bad for and relate so much with Lightning leaving the hotel. I get horrible sleep at hotels, cannot actually sleep worth a wink.

-Randy, you poltergeist, be nice to the cars of today's century!

-Salt Fever just started and holy shit were they singing songs together!? That's incredible XD

-I am so in love with their casual banter, it's so cute to see and I'm so glad that McQueen is finally given the ability to RELAX and not be straining for some personal goal.

-The way that Lightning's eyes fucking bulge as this l o n g c a r comes past them is awesome. Like. Yeah. Yeah that's their full length. Take that as you will.

-OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD WOULD MARU COME DOWN TO VISIT THIS SPEED TRACK!? DOES HE KNOW THE MECHANICS, ARE THEY FRIENDS? REALATIVES? RIVALS? AHHH THE POSSIBILITIES ARE E N D L E S S

-oh my God. OH my GOD. they actually did a whole scene of Mater reaching a sort of afterlife (well more of a limbo) and we have a winged car. And his concern for breaking the news to Lightning! Ahhh!

-"Do yOu kNOw WhAt a sEYoNce is?"

-HOW DID- BUT HE- HIS- H O W ? HIS D O O R!?!? HE OPENED HIS OWN DOOR AND JUST WENT BACK INTO HIS HEAD!?!? H E L P!?!?

-Leave the whole field hanging man, I like it. Just book it and run!

-"Mostly avoided...MOSTLY."

-Wayne County family campground. Wayne, hmm. I need to use that...

-Again. I feel Lightning's road trip pains. I too have family members who drag random strangers from the campground to hang out with us, and am then usually very disappointed and/or antisocial.

-I'm sorry issat, is that- is that some relative of Miles Axlerod? Help? Is that- i-is-?

-"thanks I'll just be going" "I said we would go" "I'm sorry w h a t?"

-hahahaha Lightning just trying to get rid of Bigfoot like it's a cat, "go away! Shoo!" Yeah that'll work man

-Man that's gotta hurt though. Also how in the fuck did him crashing into a fallen tree not damage even his PAINT in the slightest??

-Ivy is already precious and I am claiming her.

-Lightning trying to weasel out of the scenario and then Mater shows up, and in his mind you know he's thinking "God damn it Mater"

-OH MY GOD YES THE LIIIIIIGHTS AHAHA LOOK AT THAT ANIMATION MMM MOTHERFUCKER THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUUUUL

-Lightning alien, light- Lightnalien?? Lightnalien McQuextraterrestrial???

-I agree Mater. Cooooold.

-THIS REMIX IS AWESOME AND I WANT THE WHOLE SOUNDTRACK

-Submarine wash. Yes. I accept your perilous mission.

-I can never skip the theme my guys. I cannot. It's not possible. I love it too much.

-Lightning absolutely had it RIGHT UP UNTIL the appearance of the circus. Oh my God I cannot wait to see the story behind this one.

-Car makeup interests me, ngl. How does it work exactly? Is it more temporary than getting a paint job? Exactly how OFTEN is it used instead of paint jobs for those who want a fresh look but not a permanent one, how is- okay okay you know what Apollo is going to be the one delving into that area because I need answers

-She said babe. I- I- I am just gonna- *ahem*...LESBIAN CARS H O L Y S H I T HOLYSHITHOLYSHITHOLYSHITHOLYSHITHOLY-

-Exposure therapy things. Oh my God. Does Lightning do therapy already? Ohmygodohmygodohmygod aaaaaa the headcanons, aaaaaa the open possibilities! Aaaaaaaa my brain! It's not even 8 AM!

-Aww Ivy found a new place to stay! That's really sweet. And it really fits as well. I like it.

-T r u c k s (seriously though this one hits home because my grandfather and a good friend of mine are truckers and I've been out there to see them before)

-HERE WE GO BOYS

-THE LYRICS MMMM

-HAHAHA I totally vibe with Lightning, "they never have my name!" (OH MY GOD WAIT DOES HE MEAN LIGHTNING OR MONTGOMERY OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD)

-Lightning humming the song in the end was so cute

-Not a *whole* lot of notes on this episode BUT I LOVED IT. The animation and the music was fucking amazing.

-Rustville!

-IN A MOVIE!?!? BABY YOU'RE IN THREE!

-S P I D E R C A R AAAAAAAAAAHHH

-Bella sounds really cool! And possibly pushy. But cool! (*I was right*)

-"that's technical, it comes out of a computer!...somehow" this. This feels like they're very faintly denting the fourth wall here. Help? H-help?

-Okay maybe the spotlight in a film isn't for you Lightning, and that's okay. XD

-I honestly love the dress up with the two, like Mater is kinda trying to cheer Lightning up. It's touching.

-The way that Mater describes Lightning as "being good at everything" actually really makes me wonder whether Lightning grew up a gifted kid and had those really high expectations pushed onto him. It's no wonder he's so wound up all the time when something doesn't work out for him the way he expected it to. This could be a really neat place to dive into on headcanons.

-I really like that Lightning apologized about being a jerk even though it was for a very small thing. You can tell he's grown a lot and is working on himself.

-Ivy is back! Dadgum how'd she catch up with them already? Also fucking love how the story script changed so instantaneously XD

-Maters president speech reminds me of Cars 2, in his tone I think?

-Oh my God they're arguing, ahh the best part about a road trip, am I right?

-"your breath smells like a carpet fire" damn that's a new one! *Writes down for later*

-"I got this" WELL SHIT Y'ALL GUESS WE'RE FUCKED

-For the record I know nothing about Mad Max so I am not picking up any of their references, BUT, I love the tribal theme and the breakneck wasteland aesthetics

-Shovelbeard. Need I say more!?

-I like how they are so okay with all of this because they're more just angry with one another, and then they're like "hey wait where's everyone else?"

-Oop guess we gotta join em then! TO WAR!!!

-Lightning made a very good call asking what they're fighting for. The guy answering gave him a REALLY bad answer of "I don't even know" and now we are totally fucked!

-Lightning made another right choice and HE APOLOGIZED FIRST. THIS IS GROUNDBREAKING.

-Oh good, everybody made up! Yes Lightning, buy them a whole stores worth of sippy coolers. Get the fandom some as well, we need them.

-HERE WE GO FOLKS, THE FINAL EPISODE!

-Aw poor Mater backfiring with anxiety. I know the feeling all too well, I'll get really fidgety

-HOLY M A N S I O N! :O

-HE GREW UP HERE!?!?!?!?!? W H A T !?!?!?!?

-CRUUUUUUUUUUUUZZZZZZZZ!!!!!!!!!

-So Cruz's cousin is the guy marrying Mater's sister! How interesting! I love it!

W-wow that's his sister, she looks nothing like- OOOOHHHH THEY ARE SIBLINGS ALRIGHT

-MATO! TO-MA-TO WITHOUT THE TO, OH MY GOD

-HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT THATS WHY MATER HAS BEEN PUSHING HIMSELF THIS ENTIRE TRIP TO BE GOOD AT SOMETHING BECAUSE HE'S ALWAYS BEEN PUT LAST OH MY G O D

-1 2 3 ROCK! 1 2 3 ROCK! (*Okay but how does rock paper scissors even exist to them then*)

-"Did I MENTION I dabble in FAMILY THERAPY?" God bless you, Ramirez. God bless you.

-Oh my God though Cruz how many things do you do, you're about to fuck your own canon over. I HOPE ALL THESE THINGS STAY CONSISTENT, YA HEAR???

-oh my God Mater is gonna make me cry man

-may headset DIED, RIGHT AS I FINISHED IT WHAT THE FUCK

-oh my God Mateo and Mato stuck in the tire maze was hilarious

FINAL THOUGHTS!

-I will say that I AM a little disappointed that we did NOT see any reappearances from any characters outside of the Radiator Springs gang and Cruz. OR PLANES. But, I am very certain that both with their pushing and nudging and our screaming and waving of dollar bills, we will get a second season to give the team a chance to give us SOMETHING of these guys. My hope is that they finally actually go up north into Minnesota and see Dusty. Or, they stop at an air race! I would be totally cool with that! We would all be TOTALLY cool with that! Also for the sake of all of us: we NEED to have reappearances of the other characters from the other films. We need them. Desperately. We are being robbed of reunions with our old favorites

-Some old patterns they did in Cars 3 did kinda stick, such as the brushing over of Sally and Lightning's relationship, as well as the whole happenings of Cars 2, but it was less forcefully forgotten than Cars 3 was because at least here, they had the road trip chaos happening to kind of match for Cars 2's spontaneous spy plot. Truly though, could we get Finn and Holley back? Like PLEASE???

-Those negatives aside, I LOVED EVERY MOMENT OF IT. They took great care to flesh out both of their personalities and likes+dislikes, even some old traumas that we learned about for the very first time. It's so refreshing to see these two in the combination of settings just being buddies. Mater is helpful and understanding, McQueen is relaxing and trying to do the right thing, and both are trying to make sure they're each having a good time. The fact that Lightning apologizes for his mistakes multiple times is really really touching, and as someone who can strongly relate to Lightning's struggles, I can say that this is the kind of positive growth I needed to see in a television series. Even arrogant people can turn around and learn to be kinder and more open-minded about the world. It's possible and it's wonderful. Fucking thank you Pixar, this is the one character of your collection who hits closest to home and I am so glad to see he is growing and changing for the better, too.

-The ANIMATION is jaw-dropping. From the look and feel of the characters to the tiny details in the worldbuilding, as small as wrench bouquets on the hotel wallpaper. It was so interesting and so unique and welcomed. I need to comb through it again and see just all the car details that they added into the series. I also have absolutely no problem with them reusing background characters and making them with previously seen models, because the quality of animation and lighting and effects makes up for them a hundred MILLION percent. They really did not have to go above and beyond for the look of this series BUT THEY DID, and I give them my heartiest applause and kudos to every person who had a hand in this passion project. This team is goddamn phenomenal.

-I will absolutely be turning back to this series a LOT for inspiration and motivation. I'm very tempted to draw and write more Cars content since I am known to be much more Planes oriented, and I'm excited to see where that interest goes from here! I haven't got many headcanons for the Cars cast, so this is a clean slate for me! I'm really eager to see what I can do with it.

Alright, I'm going to go ahead and get ready for the rest of my day now, I have a dental appointment to be at. I will be back with more things very very soon! I hope you enjoyed this REALLY long ass post. Til the morrow!

#disney cars on the road #pixar cars on the road #disney pixar cars #pixar cars #lightning mcqueen #mater #tow mater #lightning and mater #thoughts #review

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love-amihan · 3 years ago

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✧ masterlists ✧

BRAIDING TOKYO REVENGERS BOYS' HAIR

warning: unedited so grammar errors can be for sure seen :p

amihan's note: saw a tiktok and suddenly had the urge to braid pretty boys' hair :') up to you if you view this as platonic or romatic, for me it's more of a platonic relationship ^-^ happy reading!

mentioned charas: [pre-timeskip] sanzu haruchiyo, haitani ran, ryuguji ken, hanemiya kazutora

**kazutora is definitely longer than the others haha also sorry had to pull out takuya bcs of writer's block T-T

-sanzu haruchiyo

toman!sanzu is generally a calm and composed person. it is rare to catch him off-guard but as soon as your fingertips comes in contact with his scalp, he can't help but feel his eyes get droopy immediately relaxes under your touch. "done!" you announce in pure triumph, proud of the beautiful double dutch braid you've done to his beautiful bleach blond locks.

"huh?" his voice hoarse and raspy after falling asleep the entire time you've been weaving his hair. "you look pretty, love" you compliment him while showcasing the two braids in front of his shoulder, "hmm, i wanna sleep more," haruchiyo mumbles, chasing your touch that left his hair. "you're that tired?" you chuckle while cradling his face closer to your chest, his arms loosely wrapped around your waist. all you get is a drowsy hum from him as he snuggles closer to you.

-haitani ran

tenjiku!ran is not particularly new to other people braiding his hair. well, the only ones who have the permission to touch them is limited to you and his brother only. ran have his back turned to you while he's going over with what seems to be a gang-related matter with rindou, though one thing is off, he's oddly wearing his hair down today. without thinking of the consequence, you approach him without any precaution which resulted to you pointed with his baton in a swift motion.

"oh it's you, babu" ran's stance loosens and retracts his baton. ran later added, "don't sneak up on me like that," he grumbles and turns back to his brother, "can i braid your hair?" you ask him before he can resume with whatever they're talking about. the older looks back at you, you smile back at him with your hands clasped together. after contemplating with his choices, he nods at you, "fine but braid it like usual, no other ones like that one time" he says with a sigh of defeat. rindou snickers at his brother and mumbles under his breath, "pushover."

-ryuguji ken

similar to ran's situation, toman!ken is not new to braids. it's basically his signature along with the dragon tattoo he have on the side of his shaved head. although, compared to all of the scenario, ken himself asks you to braid his hair for him. "please?" he looks at you with a small elastic hair tie in one hand, the other holding a small comb. "sure, sit here," you make a space for him in between your legs. deciding against on having the usual banter with him after seeing the faint dark circles under his eyes.

obliging your instructions, ken settled in between your legs, arms instinctively resting on top of your knees. chills runs down his spine when the pad of your finger grazes his scalp while untangling his hair, "you stayed up late?" you try to hold a conversation while prepping his hair. instead of an answer, you feel his head leaning back on you with his eyes closed. you chuckle at him and stop your ministration, "i can't braid your hair if you're gonna lean back ken," he merely hums, not processing any of your words, hand reaching out to return where your hand was before.

-hanemiya kazutora

valhalla!kazutora is someone you would like to keep a distance from. though unlike others, you are weirdly gravitated towards him just like how keisuke stood by his side the entire time. kazutora feels your intense gaze causing him to shift from one foot to the other, "something wrong?" his voice strangely quiet and small today.

"don't you get annoyed with your bangs basically hindering one of your eyesight?" you genuinely ask the boy. he is taken aback by your question and how you hold significance to it as if it's a crucial situation. he breaks eye contact and chuckles, brings a hand up to toy with his bangs, "well, it does get annoying once in a while."

kazutora looks back at you with a genuine fond smile, a rare sight that is preserved for his loved ones only. "you have any solution in mind?" your eyes lit up at his question and instantly give him an answer, "can i braid your hair?" at the very least, he did not expect that answer from you nevertheless he shrugs it off, curious on how he would look like with his hair up. after the agreement and you struggling on his unexpected unruly hair, "there we go," you cheered and mentally give yourself a pat on the back.

kazutora enthusiastically takes the hand mirror from you inspecting the great waterfall braid you did to him which is complimented with his blond locks. he looks back at you with wide eyes, "i love it!" after exclaiming his excitement, he looks back at the mirror craning his neck side to side, occasionally rocking his head to see the braid rocks with his movements.

better ready yourself because kazutora would go to you after liking the first time you braided his hair. the valhalla gang will never get used to seeing one of their strongest in different pretty hairstyles every other day.

taglist; @miya-sun @sukunas-left-nut-sack

#amihans;fluff #fandom;tokrev #tokrev;sanzu #tokrev;ran #tokrev;draken #tokrev;kazutora #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x gender neutral reader #tokyo revengers drabbles #sanzu x reader #ran x reader #draken x reader #kazutora x reader #sanzu drabbles #ran drabbles #draken drabbles #kazutora drabble

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stellar-solar-flare · 2 months ago

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I don't know about 'nobody' but I'm not surprised, haha.

Sooo, that fic is an in-progress romantasy longfic where Reader is the sister of Stephen Strange, the princess of the Hallowed Sanctorum Empire. She has recently been betrothed to Tony, who is a prince of Richford (this fic was a thing before I started For Centuries). Steve, as the Commander of Tony's Royal Guard, has been sent to bring her safely to her new home.

But before she and Steve can set on their journey, a rebellion led by Kaecelius performs a coup in the kingdom and the rest of her family are presumed dead in the chaos. She escapes from the royal palace with Steve, but now she is without support of her family and position, wanted all over the kingdom, and Steve knows that King Howard would send her back to ensure good relations with the realm that is now ruled by Kaecelius.

So Steve is caught between his oaths to his king and his prince, and his chivalrous nature and inherent desire to protect her. And as they begin a perilous journey together, forbidden feelings start to grow...

A 700-word unedited sneak peek under the cut.

The room was bright, almost glowing, and Steve found his gaze studying it with more interest than the usual passive assessment of possible threat. It was indeed beautiful. The light poured through the windows that gave to the garden flush with carefully maintained bushes and shining, multicolored flowers. It made the white marble floors and the clean, red carpet shine in vivid color before it bounced off the seemingly endless books on the heavy shelves on the wall. On the wall above a large table filled with papers, there was an intricate drapery portraying the constellations of the sky. Directly underneath the window there was a chess board standing on delicate legs that had been carved of stone, with a chair on both sides of it.

The doors flew open, and Steve caught only a swift glance of dove-grey silk before bowing his head and subsequently dropping down to his knee, as was proper.

“You are in the presence of Her Royal Highness, Lady Strange of the Hallowed Sanctorum Empire, Archduchess of Solidago, the daughter of the His Royal Highness, Emperor Eugenius of the Hallowed Sanctorum Empire,” the usher announced.

The steps stopped a few feet from him, silks of your skirts rustling softly. He said in a low, controlled voice:

“Your Royal Highness. I am Captain Steven Rogers, Commander of Prince Anthony’s Royal Guard. I have been sent by him to ensure the safety of your journey to the kingdom of Richford.”

The voice that answered him was kind, almost amused:

“I know who you are, Commander Rogers. You may rise.”

He did as he was told, getting the first good look at you. The rich silk that surrounded you flowed down like water in shades of gray and muted blue and the long wide sleeves fell just off your shoulders. Into your hair was woven a delicate tiara embellished with deep blue sapphires. But they were outshone by the sparkle in your eyes and the beauty of your smiling, open face. There was lightness in you, light and fire and something that immediately told Steve’s instinct to not underestimate you.

He felt like his breath was stuck in his throat.

“Your Royal Highness,” Steve started.

You smiled.

“Lady Strange will do, Commander Rogers.”

“If you insist, my lady,” Steve said.

The smile widened a bit as you took a step past Steve, casually lifting a pawn from the chess board and examining it in your hand as you said:

“So be it, then, Commander Rogers. I have been informed that you arrived late last night. Has your stay been pleasant so far?”

“Exceptionally so, my lady. Everyone has been very kind to me.”

“That’s a relief to hear,” you said, setting the chess piece down to a different square. “Do you play, Commander Rogers?”

Steve sought some kind of jab from the tone of voice but found none. He found his face growing hotter. It was becoming clear to him that this was a court of very different kind than the one he was used to.

“I’m afraid I must disappoint you, my lady.”

You laughed, shaking your head. The light from the window shimmered on the tiara.

“It’s certainly fine, Commander Rogers. I was just asking if I could’ve made you feel at home with it. So, do tell me, how is my promised lord husband?”

Steve cleared his throat, unsure what to think and thrown off course by the directness of the question.

“Prince Anthony is an honorable man. He is the only child of His Royal Highness the king, and he excels in his duties.”

You smiled, tilting your head.

“I’m pleased to hear that, Commander Rogers. But all of that has been made clear to me by the letters my father has received for King Howard. Tell me, who is he, truly? Does he treat you well?” Steve nodded before he could even open his mouth. That one was easy to answer.

“He does, my lady. He… Forgive me, my lady, but I am not entirely sure what interests you.”

There was no anger in your eyes as you looked at him.

“What does he do with the time left from his royal duties? Does he hunt? Does he read?”

“He has a passion for mechanics, my lady. The art of constructing things.”

“The art, you say?” you smiled.

Steve nodded.

“His words, not mine, my lady. Frankly, I do not pretend to understand half the things he comes up with.”

WIP Tag Game

I was tagged by @bigtreefest, thank you!

Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPS.

(I'm going to have to skip over the last part because I don't know enough people for my GIANT wip list but I will tag some! Limiting this to my MCU fics. Names used are file names.)

Currently In Publishing: (All Steve Rogers/Reader unless otherwise specified) x Astronomical Odds (AO3) x For Centuries (AO3) x A Fairytale Of A Disaster (AO3) x The Swan Alignment (AO3) x Equinox (AO3) x Brilliant Steel (AO3) (Steve/OFC)

Longfic Drafts: (All Steve Rogers/Reader unless otherwise specified)

x Aelin x Atlantis x Daggerlike (Bucky Barnes/Reader) x Duchess x Medieval Knight x Possess Your Heart x Predicates Of A Heart (Tony Stark/Reader) x Privileges of The Crown x Sunspot (Bucky Barnes/Reader, Steve Rogers/OFC) x The Alchemist x 'Til Year Does Us Part x Universal Constant x Unwearied Flame x Vampires x Vegas x Zombie Cap

Shortfic Drafts: (All Steve Rogers/Reader unless otherwise specified)

x 4th x Happily Married x Jealous Steve x Library Cute x NYE fic x Party ND x Shapeshifter x Sleep x Soulsign x Then It's A War x Waking Up Late I may have some more that I have accidentally saved elsewhere but I think this is about all of them.

No-pressure tags: @darsynia @anika-ann @americas-ass-writing @chase-your-dreams-away @ronearoundblindly @steviebbboi @thezombieprostitute and anyone else who wants to do this!

#steve rogers au #stella muses on writing

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[image ID: 2 images of the same front-view, full-body screenshot of Sucrose from the game Genshin Impact.

the image first is an unedited screenshot of how Sucrose appears in-game. she's pale-skinned with amber-gold eyes framed by big, round, wood-framed glasses. her minty-teal hair is fluffy and short-cropped, with a long rat tail extending her hair from the back (not visible from this front view). two long, pointed, fox-like ears extend from the sides of her head, matching the color of her hair, and pulled down in a bashful position. Sucrose is wearing a very short black + navy blue skirt/romper with long white sleeves, navy ribbons/frills, and gold filigree accents. she's also wearing a matching hat, gloves, and boots, sheer black stockings, and a short white cape (not very visible from the front).

the second image is a heavily edited version of the first. Sucrose now has a minty-teal, fox-like tail to match her ears. a little doodle to the side shows the rat tail being cut off with an emphatic, "NO!!" she's now wearing a brown vest and brown jodhpur pants with mint/gold accents, while the colors of the gloves and boots have been shifted to match. her cape has been extended into a much longer design, shaped after insect wings with a mint-teal gradient, dark teal "veins", and gold accents. a white/teal lily is pinned just under her hat, with two of the stamens extending out much taller than natural, to give the impression of "insect antennae".

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WHEW this one was unexpected! I've always thought Sucrose was cute, but I honestly didn't think about her all that much. but the recent Windblume gave me a greater appreciation for her character... as well as a newfound irritation for her outfit, lmao. the more I like a character, the more I end up scrutinizing their outfit, sigh...

anyways, design notes and more in-depth image desc under the cut!

barring Tighnari (he's a special case...), I usually start a redesign with shape design in mind rather than color design, as it comes more naturally to me. but Sucrose flipped the script-- I hate how the navy clashes with the mint more than anything else.

[image ID: the two versions, cropped to the torso area.

the original design features a skin-tight, black romper, with a short, navy blue "skirt" wrapped over the top, but split down the middle. the bottom edge of the skirt has thick, navy blue frills. long white sleeves with wide, flared cuffs sit on the shoulders, detached from the romper, leaving a gap of bare skin above the bust. an Anemo vision and black/white bow pins the sleeves up at the base of the throat, sitting just under a fluffy black collar. two leather straps are pinned to the sides of the skirt, one side holding bubbling alchemy tubes. gold filigree accents are scattered about, notably large designs on the shoulders, over the sleeves.

the edited design has changed the romper/skirt into a brown vest that flares into a similar "skirt" shape at the hips. the edges are trimmed in gold, the frills at the bottom edge are mint, and the center is buttoned up with shiny, round mint buttons. the sleeves now attach to the main vest, but are a darker brown that fades even darker towards the white/gold cuff. the leather straps now sit above pockets which are sewed in with thick mint thread. the top of the cape now wraps over the top of the shoulders, and is pinned at the base of the throat by the Anemo vision and a mint bow. this part of the cape is white with the same fluffy black collar, and the large, gold filigree designs on the shoulders.

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I figure that leaning into the mint with a "minty mocha" palette works better, though I may be biased because it's one of my favorite palettes for mint colors, haha.

all this is to say... I really didn't have any ideas for shapes at first (no, I didn't even have the insect theme in mind yet!). I knew I wanted to give her more interesting pants, at least, but nothing felt "right", or it felt overdone (like the poofy-bottom pants I love so much). I think I only landed on jodhpur pants because I was trying to reverse my own "bottom-heavy" tendencies, haha

[image ID: the edited image, cropped to the pants. these pants flare out wide with extra, poofy fabric at the outside of the hips, then turn sharply back in towards the knees, tapering down into the skin-tight lower legs. they're the same dark brown as the sleeves, and fade to darker brown towards the ends of the pants. the fly is lined with gold, and buttoned with a couple round, teal buttons. the outer sides of the lower legs are lined with a star-tipped gold line, and buttoned with a few teal buttons. end ID]

yes, I know jodhpurs are riding pants, and I... honestly don't even know if Sucrose rides horses in the first place. I usually try to match the practicality of clothing to a character, but I love the shape so much, I just went on ahead with it. maybe she got inspired by Sumeru rider fashion? (and maybe I'll do an alt outfit for Kaeya with jodhpurs? hmm..)

the insect inspiration hit me when I was brainstorming her cape and realized it could reference crystalfly wings!

[image ID: small sketches of the inside and outside of the cape. the cape is shaped vaguely like insect wings, folded back and connected along the seam between each wing. the inner corner of each wing has a long, thin "tail" that flares out into a crescent-like tip. both sides have the gradient of dark-to-light teal, but the outside is notably darker. dark teal "veins" flare across both sides, including the "tails". the main veins have a swirl shape in the center, much like an Anemo crystalfly. both sides are edged in gold trim, but the outside has white section over shoulder area. end ID]

very fitting, since she uses crystalfly constructs in her attacks (though the tails admittedly evoke more "butterfly" than anything)

the cecilia is supposed to add to this "insect" silhouette, evoking "antennae"

[image ID: a white lily, with the typical 6 large, pointed petals, prominent long pistil, and 6 long, thin stamens. the center is teal fading out to white towards the tips of the petals. the pistil is teal, and the stamens are gold with teal tips. two of the stamens are far longer than normal, curving far above the top edge of the flower. end ID]

I figure this is one of Sucrose' alchemy-mutated specimens, to explain the color and two longer stamens, haha

also, fun fact: I always thought cecilias looked like lilies, so I figured it was just another name for lilies I'd never heard of (or otherwise a similar-looking species). so I google cecilias, and what do I find?? it's not a name for any real-life flower-- Genshin cecilias are just misnamed lilies. bizarre Genshin naming conventions strike again (don't look at the animal or ingredient archive too hard if ur a biologist, u might go insane...)

as for the tail, well. can you blame me?

[image ID: a small doodle of the fox tail, hanging comfortably limp. much like the ears, the base color is a light mint, which fades to darker teal at the tip. end ID]

it makes no sense to me that Sucrose and Yae Miko are the only animal-people in the game that don't have tails to match their ears. throw us furries a goddamn bone for once!!

(the cynical part of me thinks it's because fluffy fox tails block the ass too much from the back, unlike thin cat tails, but I can only speculate...)

anyways, since we don't know Sucrose's species, I just went with a fox-like tail, since her ear shape matches Yae's

#sucrose genshin impact #genshin impact #ganch redesigns #I rly did fall in love w/ Sucrose during Windblume she's so sweet..

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