#(which is why. i need to edit fridays chapter now)

[ofdreamsanddoodles]

Track 3B: Rise Above—Black Flag Words: 2.1k

Kamala unlaces Hobie’s boots for aer when they get back to aer flat and helps aer pull them off, then finds a rag to scrub out the blood with. “Sorry,” Hobie says. Ae wants to say, I know you’re grieving too, you shouldn’t have to watch over me, but that one word is all ae can manage. Kamala looks up at aer and grins. “Hey, I know how much you love your boots,” she jokes. “So I know how much of a pain you’re going to be about it later if I don’t do something now.”

a chapter about being there for someone when they need you the most

[simpee9000]

Not Just Friends - 4 -

M.List : Prologue : Part 1 : Part 2 : Part 3 : Not edited : 3.8k words

Childhood best friends turned into something more, at least with the label. Katsuki Bakugo, a fast-rising hero and fast-learning guy who is ever so slow in getting attached to and loving someone. Even three long years into a relationship, and your friends even forget you're even dating. Nothing happening, spare a few kisses.. like 3 kisses, during high school. Graduated and living together, and you guys have done absolutely nothing to further the relationship. Are you sure you're not just friends? CW: Smut, brief domestic violence discussion, virginity loss, aggressive flirting from creeps, gore with pro hero stuff (lmk if i missed any) Applies to all chapters regardless of it is in said chapter.

You've spent the past week working through Katsuki's watch. Only putting it down when handed a time restricted request for a support item fix. Testing the quirk removing feature on Mei and a few others around. Since you couldn't remove your own, at least you wouldn't realize until a week or so.

Once all the kinks were worked out, you placed it in a nice sleek black watch box. Tying it closed with a burnt orange ribbon. You were giving it to him as a gift, just like all the other watches you've given him in the past. This one just a lot more expensive and fully designed by you.

It was already Friday by the time the watch was done, completing two days before you said you would.

Friday's were also the days that Katsuki worked at his own agency a couple blocks away. So after getting a cab to his agency, you walked through the door. Instantly being recognized by the security team for the office and being allowed through with only a quick screening, just in case someone was pretending to be you. You smiled at the receptionist, giving a quick wave before you headed to the elevator.

After pushing in the button for the top floor, the floor that only held him and his closest heroes, you opened your phone to check the time. It was right before his lunch started, which meant he would likely be getting out of the showers. He always took a shower after first patrol and once getting home.

The task of looking at your phone made you think of making yourself a watch, maybe with a support item for yourself incase within. Break-ins for support items were getting a lot more common now days and you couldn't be safe enough. With nanotechnology you could probably make an upgraded suit to the one you've made in high school, that shared many similarities to Iron-man's.

Before you could ramble in your own brain about the idea anymore, you reached Katsuki's floor. Stepping out of the elevator and greeting his manger who was sitting just outside Katsuki's office in his own desk.

"How's your day so far, Tanaka?" you smiled at him.

He looked up at you, "I work with Dynamight," he said plainly and looked back down to his monitor. He reminded you of Shoto that way. Blunt and straight to the point.

You laughed lightly, "Right, he can be a lot." You looked around the office for a moment, "I'm assuming he is still in the showers."

"You'd be correct," his monotone voice would of made you feel stupid if you didn't know him. He's always like this, never changing his tone. He was always one steady mood, it's the main reason Katsuki chose him. Tanaka wouldn't get upset, but rather not take no as an answer. Which Katsuki hated but needed at the same time. It helped his press a lot.

You rocked on your heels for a moment, "Well, I'm going to wait in his office."

"Wait," he paused you, his face slightly paled. He looked stressed.

"What?"

"He told me not to let you in there without him," he answered, face back to normal without the threat of you going in the office.

Your brows furrowed, "Why?"

He shrugged, "Just made it clear to not let you in."

"Okay?" you stood confused on what to do. Kirishima wasn't in the office yet, and neither was Denki or Sero. It was the main reason Katsuki had lunch at this time. "Do you have anything I can help on then?"

He looked at you from over his glasses, "I suppose. Do you think he is more likely to do an interview with Heroes' Gossip or a fan signing at a Hero Expo next week?"

Katsuki hated both those things. Heroes Gossip was exactly that, heroes' gossip, and it got into the nitty gritty details. People who did well on that show were Heroes like Denki and Sero, ones with enough charm to by pass and person questions. Katsuki only went on once, and it was a train wreck, they brought up the details of his childhood with Deku and you. Asking how he felt about the idea of you and Izuku dating. It set him off.

On the other hand, he hated standing or sitting in one area for too long, especially signing things for fans all day long. It was hell on earth for him. He'd have to deal with fan girls trying to grab at him as well as older people criticizing his work.

"I think a Hero Expo might be better, as long as there isn't a hero he hates there and it isn't longer than three hours," you gave your feedback.

"You don't think he's over the last interview?" Tanaka rubbed at his eyes under his glasses.

You hummed, "He likely is, but that doesn't mean that it won't happen again. It'd be another PR nightmare."

"What is?" you looked towards the voice. Giving Katsuki a bright smile.

"Just you," you teased.

"Fuck off," he grumbled, walking past you and to his office door.

"Am I allowed in now?" you stepped alongside him.

Katsuki looked at his manger, giving him rare look of appreciation, and opened his door, "Yeah, Tanaka got food for a us a little bit ago. Should still be warm."

He opened the door for you, letting you walk in first and stepping in behind you, letting the door fall shut.

"What's up with the extra chair?" you pointed towards the chair that sat to the side that matched the one at his desk.

He walked towards the chair, grabbing in at rolling it to sit on the other side of the desk, "Yours, you always fuckin' steal mine."

You flushed at the gift. It was a open invitation into his office. It showed your place next to him. You ran your hand over the top of the chair, spinning it around to see the small details of your favorite color in the stitching. He custom ordered it.

"Thank you," you smiled at him, "You're the best." Finally, you take a seat and rolling it closer to his desk in order to eat. Setting your bag down next to you.

He flushed at the praise. "Tanaka got some of the food you likely from down the street," he pushed a takeout box near you. You instantly opened it, seeing it filled with your favorite order. It was a small sushi bar that you went to often, loving their rolls. Kirishima showed it to you after Fat Gum showed him.

You cracked open a pair of chopsticks that were left on top of the takeout box. Quickly looking to see that he was already digging in, obviously starving from work. "Busy day?" you asked picking up some food and eating a bite.

"Two bank robberies from one group. Pain in my ass," he grumbled, quickly scarfing down more food. After he physically couldn't fit more food in his mouth, he swallowed and drank some water before adding, "Got their asses though."

You nodded along, eating your food at a normal human pace.

"You do anything?" he put picked up another sushi roll in his chopsticks, dipping it in a spicy soy sauce.

The watch in you bag basically burned you with how quickly you remembered about it. Excited to finally give it to him. Before the look could wash over your face, you schooled your features. "Just normal work, Mei blew up some of her new project, so that was something." You were slightly surprised he hasn't brought up his watch to you recently. But you figured it was because his quirk calmed down a little, you haven't seen it act up since Tuesday.

"Isn't she always doing shit like that?" he asked, pointing his chopsticks at you.

"Yeah," you laughed. Looking down at his box you saw he only had two pieces left when he order two full rolls. "God damn vacuum cleaner," you laughed at him.

"Fuck off," Katsuki barked, "I was fucking workin' my ass off today."

"Still, god damn," you often teased him for how fast he eat compare to you. While he was on his last bites, you still had five to go. It wasn't that you were a slow eater, he was just a insane person.

He bit down on the last bites of food. Grumbling and crossing his arms. Proving whatever point he had.

Katsuki went on about his day as you finished up your food, going over how the chase went and what quirks the people had. It was the normal conversation of your lunches. He shared what he could about his job and you did the same.

Once you were done, he grabbed your take-out and threw away your trash. Harshly falling back into his chair, black with orange lining, matching yours.

You looked over his face, idly listening to him go own about his day as you admired him. He had a scar covering the right side of his face. Looking at it too long reminded you of what happened that day. The thought made you want to through up. Quickly, you pinched the fat of your thigh, reminding yourself of the present. You often went into thoughts like these. It was painful but the life of a pro heroes girlfriend.

Rather than dwell on his injury, you looked over the rest of him. His eyes were bright with a fire as he explained how he saved a kid from being buried in cement. You looked over the broad length of his chest, watching it rise with his breathing. Scanning down his arms till you saw his rough fingers drumming across the desk. All the small ways the proved he was alive.

"You good?"

The sudden question knocked you out of thought, you plastered on a smile, "Yeah."

His face scrunched up. before he could call bullshit you moved to reach for your bag.

"I actually brought you something too," you move your hand around your bag before you brought up the watch case. You placed it in the middle of the desk. His face was blank but his eyes were running over the box like crazy. You pushed it towards him when he didn't make a move for it, "Open it."

He glanced up at you, receiving a nod of encouragement, before he grabbed the box. Despite being a rough person, in attitude and everything else, he undid the box as carefully as possible. Sliding the ribbon off and opening the box slowly, as it would shatter.

His hands started shaking at the sight of it. In fear of dropping it, he rushed to place it back on the table. Frantically wiping his hands on his pants.

"Do you like it?" you questioned, worried from his reaction.

"How does it work?" he replied instead, picking it up and putting on his right hand.

Relieved that he liked it enough to immediately wear it, you leaned to point at the watch. "So if you twist this dial to the left one click, then to the right two clicks, and then back to the left for three click, you will have it unlock for identification, " you explained the detailed process. He wanted to make sure that no one else could unlock it and you made sure of it. Even you couldn't activate it once you set passwords in place. "Finally, see how it says 100% that's what your quirk is at right now, so turn it to zero and see how you feel," you sat back in your seat, watching him turn the dial.

He looked like a kid on Christmas as he spun it to 0%, his eyes flicked to you, "So I can try to use my quirk and it won't work?" You nodded.

With the dial at 0% he immediately felt the difference, the constant buzz of his quirk washing away, leaving just the buzz of your presence to warm him. He raised his hand outwards, still weary as he tried to set off his quirk, getting no spark or feeling of it at all. He tested a stronger explosion but received none.

"It fuckin' works," he smiled almost wolfish. You could see the ideas running though his brain at the lack of spark.

He played with the dial a little bit, seeing how the 20% and 40% suppressed his quirk. You glanced at the clock above his desk, seeing your lunch almost up. You'd have to leave soon if you wanted to stay on schedule. "Will this help your quirk training?" you asked, making sure he got what he needed.

"Huh?" he looked down at you from where he was standing and testing his quirk.

"You asked Z' about it for quirk training, that and your quirk's been weird," you filled in the gaps, lost as to how he didn't understand what you were talking about.

He let out a cough followed by a nervous laugh, "Yeah, should work great."

You shot him a look at his odd behavior, picking up your bag and standing to leave.

"What's your plans tonight," he fumbled with his words slightly.

"None?" you hiked the bag better unto your back, grabbing your phone so you could place an uber back to your agency. You didn't have your walking shoes on today. "I was just going to head home and read," you finished answering, "Why?" You quickly finished placing an uber before looking back up at him, confused once again.

His face flushed, " Ramen then? At out favorite spot," he stumbled to add on.

Your face softened. That was your main date spot, only used on highly celebrated dates or anniversaries. "Why there?"

"Just want to have a date with you," he mumbled, face now bright red.

"That happy about the watch? Kats you don't need to take me to dinner, I make you support gear all the time," you stepped closer to him, having been separated by his desk before he stepped around to you as well.

"You wanna go or not?" he huffed, fed up with being embarrassed.

"We don't need to-"

"Do you want to? Cause I want to," he cut you off, he crossed his arms as he leaned into his desk, you standing in front of him.

"Sure," you held back the tease, not wanting to set him off.

"Good, we'll leave home at seven," he pushed off from the desk, walking you out to the door.

You smiled at him, "See you then."

---

The ramen joint was fancy and hidden. Hardly anyone went there if they didn't want extreme privacy. It was something you and Katsuki quickly learned that you needed in your relationship. The public didn't fully know about your relationship, but they did know you two were close and childhood friends. So people speculated off that. So to avoid rumors, Katsuki and you went to hidden gem restaurants.

This ramen joint being a favorite, it was lit purely off candles or warm low lights. It was one of the only, if not the only, romantic restaurants that you two went to. Cozy lights with a dress code of formal.

So the two you walked up to the door, Katsuki offering a hand to help you up the stairs before the restaurant. While your heels and dress didn't make it too difficult, it was nice that it was offered. After grabbing his hand, you expected him to let go at the top of the stairs, but he led you through the restaurant, following the hostess and dragging you along.

Only when at the table he let go. Once the waiter got your drink orders Katsuki fumbled with his hands, "Thanks for the watch."

"Kats, it's nothing," you laughed off, "I've made you many support items, I don't know why you're so happy about this one." His face flushed at the call out. It really confused you, he seemed thrilled that he could turn off his quirk. It was honestly sad. Before you could ask anymore, the waiter gave you your sake and water before taking your food order. The service was great, but annoying for conversation currently.

"Just noticed the detail in this one," he shrugged, "fits me well and shit."

Now he was trying to play it cool? It was all weird.

"Are you sure you're telling me everything?" you accused.

"How was work this week? We spent lunch talkin' 'bout mine," he redirected the conversation.

You shot him another glare at his weird behavior, you'd figure him out eventually. For now you'd have a nice dinner with him.

---

Dinner was just that. Nothing much more. Service was great, so was the food, but conversation was horrible. He dodged any question towards himself, even if it was small. It was all about you and it felt wrong, in a strange way.

The two of you walked the short way back to your apartment. But with looking up at the sky, you regretted that decision. Small water droplets cover the sidewalk slowly. The rain painting it slowly. The streets were empty at only 9pm, you should of taken that as a sign of bad weather. Regardless, the two of you continued walking, him grabbing your hand once out of the restaurant. It was weird, but you let the thought fade at the chance to hold unto him for a little longer.

You swayed in your steps taking up the sidewalk as you stretched your arm to stay linked with Katsuki. He gave you a smile at your behavior. Making you flush and focus more heavily on your step. It reminded you of the romance movies the described this exact situation. A couple walking in the rain, late at night, streets empty as they confessed their love.

Katsuki tugged you towards him, spinning you into his hold, his hand letting go of your and grabbing onto your hips and you leaned into him. Your hands resting on his chest from surprise at the sudden change.

"You got that look on your face again," he smirked down at you. While used to his smile over the years, his smirk still made you weak in the knees.

"Huh?"

"You have a face you make when your thinking on your shitty romance movies," he pointed out.

"I do not," you pouted.

"Yeah it's like this," he scrunched him face to mimic yours horribly.

"Is not," you slapped his chest lightly, "I'd be surprised if you dated me while I made that face."

"Uh huh?" he teased, "cause it was spot on."

You rolled your eyes, face red from being in his hold.

"So what were you thinkin'?" he pushed, squeezing your hips slightly.

"Just all those movies with couples," you dodged until he squeezed again. "Fine, couples kissing in the rain, happy?"

His face flushed, matching the red hue on yours, before he looked up to avoided your stare. You were surprised he was holding you in general, but the fact he hasn't let go truly stunned you. Hugs between you two didn't last longer than a couple seconds. And this was a lot more romantic than a hug.

"Do you wanna?" he looked back down, his eyes tracing over your face between landing on your lips.

"Wh..what?" you stuttered. He looked back up to your eyes.

"Do you want to kiss?" he spelt out for you, face becoming impossibly redder.

"Yeah," you breathed out, looking down to his lips before both your eyes shot to look at each other. Making sure this was okay.

The tension was shooting through your bones. He hasn't offered to kiss since graduation, which was over a year ago.

He pulled his hand away from your waist and up to your face, wiping away the rain that fell on your cheek before he slowly leaned in. You eyes fluttered shut before you felt his lips hit yours. Instantly melting into the new feeling.

Every time before he was either freshly from the hospital or the two of you were excited and let it run you into a kiss that only lasted a moment before you were off running to friends and family during graduation.

Your knees caved slightly, letting you fall even deeper into the kiss, deeper into him, as you tilted your head. The kiss was just like him, explosive. It left you buzzing as he pulled away for a breath.

He rested his forehead against yours, closing his eyes before breathing out heavily, "I'm sorry we don't do that often enough."

Your once closed eyes shot up, you slightly pushed away from him, "What?"

He furrowed his eyebrows, "I just wish I haven't been holding that out of our relationship."

You pushed yourself out of his hold, stepping back, "Katsuki Bakugo."

"What?" he almost demanded.

"I told you that I was fine without physical touch. I've been fine without it. Yet the second you've found out, you've been weird," you pushed a finger into his chest, "Now your kissing me, saying sorry? How do you think that makes me feel?"

He shook his head, "I don't see the problem."

"Of course you don't," you basically lectured, "Our relationship has been steady. Sure it hasn't been typical, but it's been us. Yet the second someone mentions that I like touch, you've been all weird."

"I want to make you happy? Is that fuckin' horrible?" Katsuki huffed.

You scoff, "No, but you were already making me happy. Now you are doubting our relationship, not telling me about your quirk issues, and worst of all, pushing yourself when I didn't ask. If you aren't ready for things that's fine! If your never ready, that's also fine. I just want you Katsuki. I want the you that doesn't give two fucks about what anyone thinks."

His head hung, his hands coming up to rub at his face. "I don't know how to fuckin' do this shit," he mumbled.

You stepped closer to him, "Just stop worrying about every little thing. I'm with you, you don't have to win me again. Just do what you want and I'll tell you if I have an issue."

"And what if what I want is to kiss you more and other stupid shit," he muttered under his breath.

Your face flamed with the comment, "Well," you cleared you throat, "if that's what you want, then I'd be happy to. But only if it's what you actually want."

"Of fuckin' course it is, why wouldn't I want to kiss my damn girlfriend," his wolfish grin was back quicker than ever as you pulled you into him. Quickly getting over the little spat the two of you just had.

"I don't know, you haven't wanted to before," you shrugged in his hold.

"Oh I've wanted to," he protested.

"Then why haven't you?" you tilted your head.

"Reasons," he took your held tilt as an opening, slotting his lips against yours. You slapped at his shoulder for dodging the question but you quickly moved to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in closer. He hugs you closer as he swayed the two of you in your kiss. Letting the rain soak the two of you to the bone without a second thought. Only worried about the one in front of you. Any worry dripping out of your soul just as the water dripped out of your clothes. Because even though he hated the rain, he loved you more.

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It’s a baby…

Ghosting series pt. 4

Simon “Ghost” Riley x Fem! Reader

Cw: not much here, just some talks of abandonment, hospital setting, ptsd (on Simon’s end). Overall series warning: Pregnancy, fem! Reader, angst.

A/n: again yall I apologize for such a late chapter after months, I’m tryingggg. Also sorry if this seems rushed. Also this chapter is not edited yet.

Previous chapter

The next couple of months, everything seemed pretty tame. You were able to get a good paying job as a secretary for a corporate office. The pay was pretty good for you and you didn’t have to do much, just sit at your desk all day, organize and plan scheduled appointment and events, handle customer services and deal with any complaints received. Although you did have to pay a hefty amount of money to buy clothing suitable enough to wear, the pricey office attire, not to mention needing to wake up pretty damn early to shower, do you makeup and hair to look presentable at work. But hey, at least you looked good doing your job.

Your bump was coming along too, you already had a pretty big bump which now meant you needed to buy more expensive clothes for work to better suit your growing belly. Your boss was okay, as long as you stayed on her good side and didn’t get out of line. You also worked with another secretary, Annie. Both of you working at the front desk, you on the left side, Annie on the right. She was a nice woman, in her early 50s, she worked on handing the employee schedules, approving time off requests, making sure everyone’s schedules worked together to prevent being short staffed, booked the company checks, and did payroll too. She was a pretty smart woman and liked to keep her peace. She always stayed quiet and minded her business which you liked but every once in a while, when there were slow days with nothing much to do, you both chatted and talked about random things in each others life. But you still kept it professional and didn’t overshare personal stuff.

It was a Friday, which you were excited, you couldn’t wait to spend the entire weekend just relaxing and just rot in bed all day. Maybe go shopping for the baby.

You haven’t brought much, you wanted to wait and see if you were having a boy or girl to find better suiting clothes for your baby, but you did have the essentials like the crib, diapers, wipes, car seat, etc. which most of it was graciously gifted to you by your sister and Jared.

You just about finished up your work before you went on lunch, once you did, you put up your ‘On Break’ sign up on your desk before you headed out of the building. You decided to treat yourself since it was Friday and you were really craving your favorite meal for a while. When you had left the building, you take notice of a shiny black truck parked on the sidewalk just outside the company’s parking lot, it looked brand new, and the windows were tinted to almost bitch black, you couldn’t see in there at all. You don’t know why you it caught your eye so much, maybe it just looked very expensive and shiny, but it also weirded you out with how tinted the windows were, it was a little off-putting. You shook it off as you continue to walk down the street, the restaurant wasn’t too far from your work.

Once you had ordered your food, you sat down and ate for a bit before heading back, on your way back, you looked ahead of you, and the truck was still there, except you caught a glimpse of small amounts of smoke emitting from it. You grew confused but as you grew closer you had noticed the driver side window was open, huffs of smoke came from within the truck. Someone was smoking in the, could they have been sitting in the car the entire time? Maybe they just got back from whatever it was they were doing and decide to take a short smoke break before leaving. Yeah, maybe that was it.

You sighed to yourself, you’ve always been a bit paranoid to the world around you, you’ve always had a suspicious attitude towards your surroundings when you were out in public. Maybe it was from all the time you’ve spent around Simon, he’s always been paranoid of things around him, there was definitely a small part of him suffering from ptsd.

You remember one time; it was the Fourth of July, Simon and you were home— not really celebrating the holiday just relaxing like any other regular day watching your favorite rom-com. You think Simon might’ve forgotten that it was a holiday that day since he never celebrated the holiday. Suddenly fireworks were set off down the block by some teens, simon was sitting next to you as you both watched the tv when you were nearly pushed to the ground as Simon jumped out of his seat and onto his feet, damn near ready to grab a gun and shoot someone’s head off their shoulders.

You quickly comforted him, grasping his forearm and bringing his attention to you as you had looked up at him. “Simon, it’s okay, it was just fireworks.” You told him, you looked into his eyes and was the way his eyes were fully dilated from the rush of adrenaline. He was hyper aware of every little thing around him, his breathing was fast and shallow but his body looked still, like he was calm. You wonder if this was how he was when he was out on the fields during development, it was scary yet also fascinating how fast he was and how he took in everything around him. It was so strange to see him like this, like you were now looking at Ghost.

As your words set in for Simon you watch his shoulders slowly relax as he blinks and remains his eyes on your face. He breathes deeply and places his hands on your waist, “Sorry.” He mutters as he goes to grab your hands to bring them around his shoulders before pulling you into his chest. You don’t say anything as you wrap your arms around him and lay your head in his shoulder. You could hear the way his heart beat in his chest, pounding profusely beating at a hundred miles an hour.

You shake your head as you run your hand through his hair softly, looking into his eyes you see how dilated his pupils are showing the adrenaline and fear running through his body. “You don’t have to apologize for nothing Simon. I’m here for you and will help you through anything. That’s what we promised each other right? To be there for each other through thick and thin.” She tells him. Simon chuckled as he looked at her seeing that his adrenaline has started to slowly subside.

“isn’t that kinda stuff saved to be said at weddings?” He asks.

you look to the side and shrug your shoulders. “I guess you’re right, but it I think it’s still worth saying. Like we’re giving each other glimpses of that day to come.” You tease him with and give a small chuckle as you look at Simon and see the corners of his mouth twitch up in a small smirk.

“Reckon you want a big shiny ring ‘ey?” He says as he suddenly took your left hand into his warm and big hand. He looks at your hand, as if admiring how small your hand was in his, imagining a big diamond ring on your ring finger. It made his heart race at the mere thought, a ring symbolizing his love and devotion for you. “I think I quite like the sound of callin’ you Mrs. Riley.” He mumbles as his finger grazes your fingers gently despite how much rougher and calloused his hands are compared to your soft and tender hands.

You’d never forget how much your face hurt after he said that because you couldn’t stop smiling nor calm your racing heart down that night after Simon said that. Imaging living your life carrying a ring on your finger, being announced as Mrs. Riley, Simon Riley’s wife.

You’re snapped back into reality, the sound of a car engine roaring as it drives off, you look up to see the black truck drive off down the road and turn a corner before disappearing to wherever it’s driving off to. Walking back into the building and returning to your desk, trying to forget the lingering thoughts of the truck and your unnecessary amount of paranoia that you supposed Simon had rubbed off on you.

The rest of the day was fine and somewhat normal after that. A week had passed, you were at your desk, as per usual, but today you were leaving work early to pay another visit to your doctor for your 22 week check up. Your were going to finally find out the gender of the baby. 6 months into your pregnancy, everything was going good so far, you had some pretty strange and interesting pregnancy cravings, you feet swelled up easily but thankfully with your job, allowing you to sit at your desk, it wasn’t much of a problem for you. It was a bit difficult however when it came to putting shoes on, picking things up off the floor. It was exciting to know you were so to meet your baby but you think Simon’s genetics were really showing through with how heavy your baby felt, it made you worry and dread the day you’ll give birth and have to push a huge baby out of you. You’ll definitely be getting the epidural.

The clock finally stuck 12:30, which meant it was time to head out. Your appointment was at 1:00 and you like to be early and on time, the hospital was only 10 minutes away but you never know how long the drive will take with the unpredictable traffic on the road.

you drive along the freeway towards the hospital, playing a soft tune of you music on the aux. the drive was relatively smooth and had a small bit of traffic but nothing too bad, that’s why you left thirty minutes early for.

arriving at the hospital, you walk in. The receptionist tells you to sit down in the waiting lobby. Walking into the lobby, there a few people in the room, three couples, two of three of the couples were a man and his wife or girlfriend, one couple were two woman. They were both obviously in a relationship and expecting a baby with the way the woman cradled her wife’s belly while holding hands with her other partners hand. They whispered and giggled about things you could t really hear much of from where you sat, but they seemed like they were joking and enjoying each other’s company while they waited.

there was two woman, one was visibly pregnant, the other, you couldn’t tell, maybe she was planning to, or in the early stages, or maybe she’s here for another reason. They sat in adjacent seats a crossing the room from each other. You decided to sit in the corner on the side by the woman who was heavily pregnant, she had pretty blonde hair, brown eyes, and seemed to be in her early twenties. She was reading one of the pregnancy magazines the lobby had to offer on the little coffee table I the center of the room.

you figured it wouldn’t be a bad idea to read one of the magazines while you waited for your appointment. Grabbing a light magazine, on the cover was an image of a fetus growing in the uterus. The title being, “pregnancy 101; a guide for first time expecting mothers.”

sitting down on an empty chair, it was two seats away from the blonde woman. You quietly get settled into your chair and open the magazine, grazing over the page and looking at the pictures in the background of the paragraphs. You read the page for a few minutes until a voice broke you out of your concentration.

“first time mom?” A woman’s voice asks, you blink and pull your eyes away from your magazine and look over to your left to see the blonde woman. Her magazine was lowered to her lap and she was looking right at you with a soft smile on her face. Her voice had a hint of a southern accent, it made her sound soft and sweet.

You look at her for a minute and nod as you let out a soft chuckle looking down at your belly. “Yeah. What about you?” You ask.

The woman shook her head. “Second kid actually, my first just turned eight and he’s pretty excited for this kid.” She says.

You nodded at her words and smile, she definitely had that motherly voice and aura to her personality. She seemed like she knew what she was doing and what to expect. Guess that’s what happens for moms on their second child.

“How far along are you?” You ask her.

“Just hit my eight month mark, one month left.” She says with a hidden sigh of relief. You could tell she was excited and couldn’t wait to meet her baby soon. Her bump was pretty big from beneath her floral printed dress. “What about you?

“Six months. Im going to find out the sex today too.” You say. You can see her nod and glance at your bump.

“Sounds exciting! What’re you hoping for?” She asks you as she leaned against the armrest of her chair to talk to you better, the wait room had a soft music playing but it was relatively quiet besides the small chatter between you and the woman and the other couple.

You glance down at your belly for a moment, you never really thought about it, having a boy or a girl didn’t matter much to you. You were just hoping the baby was happy and healthy. As you thought about it, you thought of a little boy, chunky and handsome, a carbon copy of Simon. Then as you thought of a girl, you imagine she’d be beautiful and have the most gorgeous eyes that reminded you of Simon. Or maybe she could be your twin, a mini version of you. “I haven’t given it much thought. I’m just happy as long as my baby is healthy and happy.” You tell her.

She nodded at your answer, “I wish that’s what everyone wanted. It sometimes makes me sad to see parents expecting one gender only to find out their baby isn’t the one they want and they show anger or resentment for it.” She says with a soft sigh.

You nodded to her words as you thought about some of those videos you sometimes saw on social media, viral videos of gender reveals. Majority of the time, you saw the parents wanting a boy only to find out that they’re actually having a girl and acting out in frustration or disappointment, or voicing their anger. You understand sometimes people can hope for one thing and get gender disappointment but it was the way they seemed to act out in anger, sometimes it hurt more seeing how the parents would show distain after they found out they’re having a girl. “I know what you’re talking about, I’ve seen those kinds of videos. Sad to see that.” You tell her and she hummed in agreement to your words. “But uh… do you know what you’re having?” You ask her trying to change the direction of the conversation.

She nodded, “I’m having a boy. Double the fun having my oldest son and this one.” She jokes with a soft chuckle as you huffed a laugh with her. “Oh I’m sorry, it’s a bit rude of me to not have introduced myself, my name is Rosie.” She says offering her hand to you.

You take her nod and shake her hand for a second as you introduce yourself as well. “(Y/n), it’s nice to meet you.”

“A pleasure honey.” She says offering a heartfelt nod in response. “I don’t mean to be nosy but you plannin’ on having more kiddos after this one?” She asks him

You smile at her comforting and mother-like way of talking and personality. You shake your head to ease her concern of crossing the line, “it’s fine. As for planning on more, it’s going to be a hard no. I’m more than happy to just have one.” You say with a smile. “I wasn’t really planning to have this one but they’re a good surprise, at least to me…” you tell her as your voice slowly trialed off and seemed to grow weary.

Rosie seemed to catch an idea of what you were talking about. Her face seemed to drop as she gave you a sympathetic look. “I’m guessing the father isn’t in the picture…” She says in a low voice.

You nod and purse your lips as you subconsciously rub your belly. “Yeah but, I’ve come to accept it and I’m ready and confident that I can do this. We don’t need him anyways.” You say trying to sound confident, part of it is to convince yourself but to also to convince yourself. Sure you’ve saved up plenty of money and can financially support yourself and your baby, but mentally, you try and convince yourself that you’ll be okay alone raising a baby. But thinking about your baby growing up without their dad, never knowing Simon, it made your heart hurt. It’s gonna break your heart when your baby finds out that their own father didn’t want them, didn’t want to be in their life.

Rosie places a hand on your shoulder and gives you a soft smile. “Just know, your baby is lucky to have you and you’ll be an amazing mama. Screw him, you and your baby don’t need him, as long as you got each other and that you’re there for your baby. That’s all that matters.” She tells you.

You smile and nod at her words feeling a new hope and feeling in yourself after her words. She’s right. At the end of the day, you’ll both be okay as long as you two have each other.

“(Y/n) (l/n).” A voice announced your name. You look at the entrance of the waiting room to see Dr. Raven standing there and spotted you. You smile at her and stand up. Turning around to look at Rosie you give her a little wave. “It was nice meeting you Rosie, hope you and your family nothing but the best.” You tell her.

Rosie nods and smiled back. “You too (y/n), wishing you and your baby the best of luck.” She tells you before you turn back around and make your way to Dr. Raven.

“You ready for your check up?” Dr. Raven ask you.

You nodded you head as she leads you through the hall towards the ultrasound room. “Ready as ever.” You say with a big grin feeling the butterflies in your stomach rile up as you now realize that it won’t be long until you find the gender of your baby.

Reaching the room, you enter and lay on the chair leaning back as you lift up your shirt like routine when you come in for your checkups. Dr. Raven places the gel on your stomach before placing the transducer on your stomach spreading the gel around your bump. The familiar image of your womb appears on the screen as you spot your baby, a significant shape of your baby in view as they slowly twitch and move in the womb.

You smile at the screen admiring how far your baby has developed and getting closer to the day they finally arrive and get to hold them in your arms. “Alright, looks like baby is doing swell and looking as healthy as ever.” Dr. Raven says as she moves the transducer down to get another angel down towards the baby’s lower body. “And you wanted to know the sex of the baby am I correct?” She asks you.

You nod your head feeling the anticipation grow. “Yeah, I do.” You tell her.

Dr. Raven nods and focuses on the screen clicking a few buttons as the screen starts to zoom in more and take a few pictures of the sonogram.

“Alright you ready to find out?” Dr. Raven asks you with an anticipating look.

You nodded vigorously as you fell your heart race, resulting in the banter reacting with a small kick.

“You are having…” she says before pointed to the groin area of the baby.

“A girl.” She reveals.

You stare at the screen in awe as you feel a euphoric feeling flow through you as you couldn’t contain your smile as it grew wider. “A girl…” you repeat.

Everything felt like a dream, it’s like all your problems and worries disappeared and the whole world stopped just for you. In this moment as you stared at your baby girl. Your best friend that you get all to yourself and get the privilege to raise.

Forget about not having Simon in your lives, nothing else mattered now. It was just you two.

Just you and your baby girl against the world…

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[curiouspupsicle]

Good Omens Fan Fiction Friday (4/25/25) - Sexy Moments (that aren't explicit)

A glance. A touch. A breath. Sometimes the sexiest moments appear perfectly innocent--on the surface. These fics might just convince you that the sexiest moments aren't always explicit.

(please, only 18+ below)

Recently I remembered something that may explain why I don't find Explicit fics as sexy as many people seem to.

One of my first jobs out of college was for a doctor running clinical trials of experimental drug treatments for people living with AIDs (yes, I'm old; be thankful if you're young enough to only know about the AIDS/HIV crisis by reading about it).

She assigned me the task of editing a safer sex manual. Are you surprised to know I would never curse anyone with the hell of sitting across a desk from your boss discussing the importance of proper nail care before engaging in anal fisting?

So, yeah. that could be one reason I prefer subtlety when describing intimate moments in fics. Luckily, there are some gifted writers who create very sensual scenes that aren't explicit.

(Note that some of these fics are rated E; but the moments I'm highlighting are not.)

Let's start with @hermiola's Growing on Me (M), containing the scene that inspired this category. Crowley is a fading rockstar struggling to complete an album. Aziraphale is the writer he's paired with to finish the lyrics at a remote retreat on the Isle of Skye.

The bicker/flirting is delicious. The seduction competition is teasing. But the sex appeal ramps up to 11 with Crowley singing the Clash's Should I Stay Or Should I Go at the local pub in chapter 7. And Aziraphale isn't the only one in the audience affected.

Prolific fic writer AppleSeeds wrote a sexy manicure in Eden Nails (T). Aziraphale gets his nails done by Crowley at the new shop in the neighborhood. This fic is nearly all manicure. It's beautifully written and very sensual.

Next up is Feast (E) by @ashfae and @mostlyjustgoose. Aziraphale is lonely while Crowley sleeps through the Covid lockdown. So he plans a magnificent dinner for the pair to catch up--a truly seductive meal.

"Not just dinner, his pounding pulse sings. This will be a temptation worthy of a Serpent, with meaning in every bite. An invitation in flavours, a message written directly onto a forked tongue. His whole life he’s been a half-baked hedonist—enjoying only the pleasures he knows he can get away with—but he has centuries’ worth of meals and secret thoughts to draw on for inspiration, and now there’s a wild absence of fear in him."

It's filled with temptation and double entendres. And yes, it does end by earning the Explicit rating. But it's a sexy slow burn to get there.

@addledmongoose's My Heart Was Always Yours (M) is a creative tale in which Aziraphale and Crowley do not know each other. Hell assigns Crowley to recover Raphael's trumpet needed to start the Second Coming. And Heaven wants Aziraphale to do the same.

To provide cover, Aziraphale asks a "human" (Crowley) to pose as his spouse at the sale. Of course, Crowley thinks Aziraphale is human too.

In chapter 20, the pair start to confront the feelings that have developed between them without either of them realizing the other isn't human (see, I told you it was fun). It leads to a very sexy scene that ends with this:

"I flicked a forked tongue against the skin, letting the scent of his aftershave and cologne fill my lungs. He was panting, murmuring my name under his breath, and I very nearly forgot where I was until the lift dinged.

I immediately straightened and turned to face the exit. Aziraphale lurched upright with a startled choke. The doors opened, and I smiled politely at the elderly man waiting to enter. His gaze danced between the two of us, and he snorted a knowing laugh.

I stepped out and looked back. “Coming, angel?” I asked, just as sweetly as he’d spoken to me moments ago. If my voice was a little raspy and my face flushed, it was nothing compared to how debauched Aziraphale looked.

"Looks like he was pretty close," the elderly man said under his breath."

A sexy scene that makes me laugh? Yes, please.

Oh, Billy Brown (E) by mostlyineffable/Quintissentialnutcase won't be a good pick for everyone--mind the tags. But this fic based on the song by MIKA is sensitively written and a good read.

It makes this list for the end of chapter 4 which includes a conversation between Aziraphale and Crowley at the pub. It incorporates the vulnerability of the pair with the powerful attraction, making a scene that is believable and sexy.

Thanks to @stupidphototricks for recommending this one to me. I probably would have passed it by due to the tags without you highlighting it.

This is getting long so I think I'll end with one of my favorite fics, Among the Stacks (NR) by @rhosmeinir. Yep, I've recommended it before. And I'll recommend it again. You can't stop me! Bwahahahaha!

But seriously, it's just that good. And it makes the list for Azrariah and Crowley's kisses in front of the fireplace in chapter 14. The scene is so tender. And yes, sexy.

Did you like this theme? Do you enjoy a good sexy (but not explicit) moment in a fic? If so, let me know by reblogging and commenting and I'll revisit this theme in a future post.

I'll be back next Friday with more great Good Omens fan fics on a new theme. In the meantime, check out my other favorite fics on this pinned post of weekly Good Omens fan fiction recommendations. And if my faves appear to be your faves, check out my bookmarks on AO3--all the fics I rate in my top 10% of everything I've read.

Don't forget--always thank fic writers with kudos and comments. They give us such wonderful gifts and it's appropriate to show our appreciation for all their hard work.

[larkingame]

hello all! been a moment since we last discussed some things, so I'm coming online to discuss the progress of Larkin's development and make a few announcements :)

over the last ten months, larkin has gone through a lot of changes, some of which I've documented here--but most of it I've kept pretty private. I realized that over the few short years I've been developing the game, I sort of grew an unhealthy dependence on my presence within the 'interactive fiction' community that I really, really needed to take a step back from and break, all in order to ensure that I could enjoy working on what originally started out as a passion project for me.

since july of last year, I've completely reshaped and rewritten how larkin exists as a project, shifted it's genre and started collaborating with a few others to ensure it can be of the highest quality it can possibly be. uptop, i'd like to mention @tapeworrmart who's taken on the immense task of putting together most of the game art for me, @khiita and @ann1a-1 who have both taken on the roles of my editors (and also sounding boards for when I am being absolutely insane) and my production manager phillip, who without his assistance, larkin would barely exist. with that, let's do a progress report. the intended demo of larkin, or what i've taken to calling 'episode one' (yes, i said, 'episode,' more on that in a minute) has stretched to just over 200k words worth of content. it stretches all the way from the earliest versions of larkin's original prologue, to the end of the original chapter two. so far, we've completed 3 out of the intended 20 character portraits, as well as some more art that's slowly been in development.

now, on to the announcements. probably the biggest, and the one I am most ashamed of is--due to the fact that I've been slammed with graduate school work and some other external factors, Larkin as it currently exists is not the best that I think it can be. I'm deeply sorry for this, but I want to ensure that you all are getting the highest quality game you could get from me--and right now, I know it's just not that. Which is why I am unfortunately, pushing the release of the demo back until Friday, June 14th, 2024. Patrons will be granted access to the most recent edit of the demo two weeks earlier on Friday, May 31st 2024. In the meantime, I will be working day and night (quite literally) to get what I'm dropping on you up to par and something that I'm happy with.

To make up for this disappointment, I'm planning on repopulating the blog with a lot of content over the coming months, rewriting new versions of old asks, posting art and short stories.

Next on the agenda and also an equally important announcement. I'm changing the rating of Larkin to Mature or 18+ As I've been writing these past few months, working through a lot of themes and figuring out the story I want to tell, I've found that I think the change in rating is entirely necessary. While I don't think I've ever had that big of a minor fanbase--I think that this is just what I am most comfortable doing. There has consistently grown a little bit more of gore, and trauma exploration, which is the main reason for this change in rating, but, this does allow for the inclusion of something that I've been toying with since the intial release of the game. There is going to be explicit sex scenes in this new version of Larkin--all of which, you the player are able to opt out of, or completely avoid if that's something you want--but I just thought a little announcement would be warranted. This does not mean however, I am comfortable with answering thoroughly explicit asks or getting unsolicited sexual messages. The goal is to keep this game blog mainly tame.

Please respect this boundary of mine.

Third thing to be announced. I've also changed the format in which Larkin will be released. Rather than around the twenty-five chapters in one of a series of 'Books'/'Games', Larkin will be released episodically over four 'seasons' with eight-ten episodes of around 200k-250k words each (though, this is just an early estimate--they could grow longer, as I'm basing this purely off the demo/Episode One)

Finally and a little bit of a fun note: there are now twelve romance options throughout larkin, five male, three female, one non-binary and three gender-selectable. With those upcoming asks, you'll hear more about each in the coming days :)

With all that being said, I wanted to lastly thank all of you for supporting me over the years and putting faith and your interest in this project. truly, the support of all of you means the world to me and I can't wait to share more of larkin with you all.

thank you 💖

[postersofleon]

SEVEN

Leon had issues and you understood them. Tied in a world where he couldn't even trust his own government, where bioweapons are a common thing and mistrust is common. Breaking up with an alcoholic with the best option to have. However, when time passes, Chris decides to bring you to help with Leon's current crisis. When he sees you, he is ready to give endless promises now. Seven days to win you back.

notes: fem!reader x leon. leon is drunk, sad, angsty, and needy for reader, codependency relationship; chris is a sweetheart. he wants to help both leon and reader. I don't like this :( idk why. i ramble too much. EDIT! future chapters will have smut

tuesday: loving you

wednesday, thursday. friday, saturday, sunday

monday

taglist: @scarlettsbullsh

There was small, uncomfortable silence as you were driven to the small vacation place. Rebecca wore a small smile, but Chris could tell that you were uneasy. But you didn't want to give Chris a chance to even speak. What happened in China is still seen, not in complete detail, and not even the same overwhelming emotions. Yet it lingered.

Sure, everything is forgiven because everything has to during a mission, and even you have forgiven Leon. Yet you couldn't forget.

You loved Leon. With your entire body, but he wasn't the man you met back in 1999. Sure, the bitterness of Raccoon City seemed to always mask the smell of the alcohol. Then, being obligated to work for the government. This was stupid. You knew. You knew his issues. You knew why you broke up with him.

It's unfortunate. You were forced to love two different men. A man who wanted to help people and a man who wanted to get rid of the bad. Something in Spain began the trail, and two or so years formed the path. His disappointment of the government increased over and over, but why... why was he willing to point a gun to you and Chris to protect a woman who made their life's worse?-

You shook your head. No. No, don't be stupid.

Your hand began to tremble.

"Are you okay?" Rebecca asked. You simply nodded your head. Your fingers rubbed your gun hand, the knuckles, and soon your palm. A small scar in your hand interrupting the normal lines of your hand.

The car stopped.

When you look at the place... it was like going back to the old house that you once shared with Leon. Two unhealthy people trying to find peace. One found a bottle, and the other found denial. It was truly the saddest thing to remember, but the good things came rushing in. When you and Leon drank from his flask as you two laid on the bed naked. Alcohol made your bolder while Leon looser.

Walking through a couple of halls, Rebecca turned to see you and rubbed your arm, "He misses you." She promised. But you didn't need her promise when all your phone did was buzz over and over with messages belonging to Leon. Slowly and steady, you saw Leon. Nothing really changed from him. He still had his dark brown hair, which made it look worse with his grease. Your heart clenched.

"Leon," You couldn't control your mouth, "Leon..."

Leon turned to see who said his name. Your habits are trying to get better while his are getting worse. At least he wasn't drunk, drunk- he was better than the other days.

He walked towards you and hugged your body tightly. The overwhelming stench of alcohol burned your nose. All the old conversations you had of his issue bloomed again. Your hands trembled as you hugged him back. Leon kissed your neck over and over, dragging you away from Rebecca and Chris.

"I needed you. I'm sorry." Leon muttered softly.

Nothing changed. Nothing at all.

And that was the problem.

Your hands cupped his face, his small stubble of beard barely even growing into a proper beard. "How long?" You asked.

"Three days." Leon responded quickly. His blue eyes met yours, "I... I try." You even recalled the next words as you two reply together, "But sleeping is easier."

Leon turned away, his cheeks had splotches of red skin; he looked unwell. "Don't tell that... this has been every day." Your fingers traced his face lines. The ones in his cheeks, his brows when he furrowed them.

Leon sighed, "Yeah." He hugged you tightly. Little by little, he finally noticed Chris and Rebecca approaching them. He nuzzled his face between your breasts to use as cover. He was already going to start to be pissy. Your hands rubbed his back gently attempting to calm him down.

"I thought you didn't talk anymore." Chris grabbed himself a chair to sit on.

"We do. By text." You explained with a meek voice. Sure, you avoid his: "I want to fuck you so bad." Texts but not the simple hi's or when he comes to bother you.

But never these touches. Though, after dating for thirteen years, you were use to him.

Rebecca sighed softly, "C'mon," She smiled again, "Let's leave them to talk." Leon groaned weakly as he let you go. Rebecca and you left the room. You closed your eyes tightly.

Little by little tears escaped your eyes, "You... you see why we broke up?" You crotched down to your feet, feeling horrible like all those years ago. "A unhealthy relationship," Rebecca whispered softly. She crotched down beside you. "Rebecca, I still love him. I..." You cleaned away your tears. "No matter what I did helped, he didn't get better. I leave, and he is worst-"

"That's not your fault." Rebecca assured you from your codependency with Leon. The trauma of the two you made you stick against bad and good. You would've been with him still if it weren't for Chris.

-

Leon saw you be taken away from his arms. His hand itched to grab his flask once you were taken away. "Enough, Leon." Chris put his hand out, hoping Leon would put his metal flask in his hand.

Leon didn't so Chris yanked it from his hand.

"Leon, I swear," He put the flask on one of his many pockets, "Leon, I need you to listen."

Leon licked his molars, "I'm listening, Chris. Don't have to repeat it over and over." He leaned on his chair, his eyes kept glancing at the door where Rebecca took you away. Chris exhaled deeply, "A mission-" He began.

Leon groaned weakly, "I'm not going to a stupid mission. I'm on vacation." He grabbed the empty glass ready to pour more, but Chris stopped him again.

"A mission," Chris said more firmly, "Isn't a romantic getaway. It's a job. Our job." Chris made sure to keep eye contact. Leon smirked, "I'm with someone. Don't ask me out."

Chris fought the urge to roll his eyes, "Don't start-" He put his hands in front of him, "You and her shouldn't have been placed in missions so early." Chris wanted to be patient with Leon. "What you two suffered, back in Raccoon City. It was very irresponsible to make you feel you needed to save her."

Leon's face tighten. He could already smell Chris's bullshit, "Listen, I asked for her, nobody made me get her." Leon remembered the first time he saw you. You were one of the old military people of Umbrella and got send there among others who. You were like him. A rookie who was just wanted to help people, but the infected ruined your plans.

He wanted you. You understood the world like he did.

That's why you two needed to be together in every mission until two years came along. When you broke up with him, his life changed for the worst, but it didn't seem you two were actually broken up. He always told you where he was. He told you about nightmares.

"But you two ended up hurting yourselves. Jill and I never had this issue-"

Leon rolled his eyes, "I love her." He muttered softly. Every damn day, Leon saw your eyes as the gun was raised against Chris and you. Chris forgave him faster, but you...

Leon's eyes closed, "Every day I think of my bullshit," Leon opened his eyes and looked at his fingerless gloves, "I just want her back."

Chris exhaled deeply, "You need to stop drinking then." He sighed softly. This job made you an addict to whatever gave your comfort. For you and Leon, you two had each other, but Leon held his need to save people and alcohol.

It was fucked. It wasn't fair for either of you.

"She'll think forever that you prefer your dumb flask."

His throat nearly choked on his own spit, Leon's head hung low as a heavy sigh escaped his lips. He loved you so much it hurt. Little by little, tears escaped his eyes.

Slowly dripping down his face, Leon felt even more sick of himself. With his arms around your waist, you gave him a breath of fresh air- you gave him life.

[tangerinesgirl]

Fowl Play

Chapter 1

Fem!Reader x Mark Hoffman x Eric Newlon

Word count: 1.1k

Rating: explicit, 18+, no minors

Warnings: DEAD DOVE, dark fic, non con, pet names, reader in saw trap, violence, no smut (yet), stockholm syndrome

Summary: Eric is back and has enlisted the help of Mark to resume where he left off. Killing people involved in the Black Friday massacre with rigged jigsaw traps.

Notes: Set after the events of Saw 3D and Thanksgiving, no one knows John Carver's identity. I also came up with my original Saw trap for this one which was fun. Currently writing chapter two where things get steamier. I hope you enjoy!

Edit: This fic has now been discontinued, thanks everyone for your continued support.

You jump awake at the sounds of gears churning, unsure what is going on or how exactly you ended up here. You instantly recognise the abandoned Rightmart, the place where all those people were killed a few years ago on Black Friday. The place tried to reopen a few times but it was doomed since that night, people would never forget... you would never forget. You look down and see that you’re sitting on something resembling a pommel horse, with two massive steel black boots on both feet, forcing you into place, but also forcing your weight down after each churn of the cogs. Your hands are also tied behind your back with police handcuffs.

Suddenly you remember all the newspaper articles recently saying that John Carver was back, despite dying in a fire a year ago, the guy behind the Thanksgiving killings on a revenge mission. You just so happened to be in the store on that Black Friday night, but you hid in the clothing section, waiting for it to pass over, you wouldn’t hurt a fly, never mind kill anyone! Why you? 

The cogs start turning faster, and you can feel some of your bones starting to shift and you start to scream and panic. Looking down, you notice the machinery could be in arms reach. You contort yourself to try and wedge the handcuffs in the middle of a cog and *SNAP* they break in half.

You immediately bring your hands up to the seat to try and shift your weight onto them, to give your hips a break. You try to tip the horse over with your weight, but it’s drilled to the floor. You put on a brave face and decide try and break the machinery somehow. You bend back down and you swear you can hear the cogs moving faster again. You panic and decide to just lodge your left hand in the machinery and hope for the best. The thick steel part of the handcuff on your wrist jams a cog for long enough for you to reach with your other hand to unscrew it.

You groan as the blood rushes to your head as you remove the wheel, sitting back up. You let out a deep sigh, thinking you’ve escaped and stopped the machine, but to your surprise, it keeps going. You panic again and start to smash at the metal boots with all your strength to free yourself. The sweat and the blood from your hand made freeing your foot from the first boot surprisingly easy as it just slips out. As you dented the metal of the boot, the cog also broke, so you pick up the boot, swing yourself over, and start smashing the other boot with it. 

After what feels like an eternity, you finally break loose and collapse to the floor, letting out a guttural scream as you realise you’ve narrowly avoided death. You realise you don’t have time to sit and cry about it, and need to move to safety. As you stand, your hips struggle to realign themselves, are they broken? Tough shit. Your wrist is still bleeding out but you can worry about that later, you’re more concerned how you’re going to walk out of here.

You wobble quickly through the abandoned store to the main exit. Locked. Of course it wouldn’t be that simple. You jump as you hear a fire exit opening from behind you, and dash to the same clothes aisle you hid that Black Friday night. 

“Clever girl”.

Your eyes widen as you realise you know the voice. The town Sheriff. You’ve always had a little crush on him, even if he did try to literally crush you in return just now. Under normal circumstances, if he had called you a clever girl, you would have been turned on. You can hear his footsteps pacing the empty store. He picks up something off the ground, every urge of your body is telling you to turn around and see what it is, but you don’t. You sit solid in fear, covering your mouth to try and regulate your breathing. You can hear him chuckle slightly, how can he laugh seeing you like this? The sick bastard.

“Shame you weren’t clever enough to cover your tracks”.

You look down and see the blood from your wrist leading directly to your hiding spot. You grab a jumper from a hanger and quickly bandage your hand, and quietly get up to find another exit. Luckily it’s pretty dark, and you have no shoes on, so you can cover the noise from your walking pretty well. You stick closely to the wall, trying to feel for another exit, what little light you had disappearing the further back into the shop you went. You feel a door handle, so you slowly and quietly open it. You try to peer inside when suddenly you feel a rush of pain to your face, sending you a few steps backwards, straight into Sheriff Newlon, wielding an axe. He puts his arms around your waist, using the axe to lift you up off the floor as you kick and scream trying to free yourself. 

“Aw did you really think I would go this alone after the last time? Cute.”

As the Sheriff carries you back the way you came, you can see the face of his accomplice as the security lights outside occasionally flicker to his face. It’s a new detective on the police force, you’ve seen him around before. Then it dawns on you. It’s the guy who was proven to be the jigsaw killer all those years ago. Mark Hoffman. How did no one see this? Maybe they did, and the whole police force is in on this operation. A grim thought. But you’re speculating here. 

The Sheriff slams you back on the floor in the room you just escaped from. You try to get up but he threatens you with the axe, hovering very close to your neck. 

“Don’t even think about it princess”.

Damn it, why does he use pet names for you like this? Your body betrays you as his voice makes you shiver. The Stockholm Syndrome isn’t helping the fact that you actually like this guy in real life.

“You know it’s a shame your contraption didn’t break her hips, Mark”, the Sheriff's gaze still fixed on you.

The Detective speaks up, “You’re right, we will just have to break them another way”.

He bends down to look into your eyes, wiping away your tears. 

“You look very pretty when you cry”. 

You spit on his face, making him flinch slightly. He looks back at you and smiles. 

“I think we can have a little fun with this one”, he says, addressing the Sheriff.

[honeygem]

Two Sides of the Same Coin: Chapter 1

William Afton x Reader x Dottore Keeping it short for the blurb: The idea here is that Dottore, or as you call him Zandik, and William are just two sides of the same coin.

a/n: a mid-way fuckery 'cuz I really wanted to finish this before the end of October (2023) to contribute at least one work for kinktober or something. I'm so sorry if the plot doesn't make sense, and neither does how Dottore and Afton's minds work (and mine, unfortunately). Descriptions and details regarding business or corporate works are vague and doesn’t make sense. I promise I'll re-edit it once I finish my semester and somehow pass my law subject oh my fucking god. notes: Ok so like I had Dottore and William in their late 20s or early 30s age in mind while making this and I'm so into them that I decided to put them in one universe. I don't know if there are other people who fuck with this so I'm posting it lol. Enjoy the ride. some parts may have grammatical errors, sorry. English is not my first language, and I don't even know what my first language is lol (suffering in trilingual). Also, I first wrote this in 3rd POV then re-edited it in 2nd POV. contains: mentions of minor character death, kissing/making out, weird William Afton, slight nsfw You can also read this on AO3!!

Years have passed since you graduated and passed your board exam. Currently working at your fellow schoolmate's company, Afton Robotics, you have been living a stable life since. College went by really fast that everything felt like a fever dream and now all your hard work, tears, and stress seemed to have paid off.

Although William became one of your fellow acquaintances since college, you couldn't help but feel the growing distance after graduating. Not much had changed in William's personality or behaviour, but you felt he'd only been more straightforward and blunt with his words. It wasn't as if you weren't used to it, yet it gave off something different, and you can't put a finger on it. Nonetheless, you brushed it off, thinking even when years had passed, William still hadn't forgotten about you.

None of your workmates find William pleasant to be around with on the other hand. As their boss, they maintained an abnormal distance, even with the ever-pleasant and flirty British accent that people from every department had taken notice of when William was talking to women in the company. Everyone made sure to make themselves busy when he's around, which you found rather entertaining and humorous. In the end, they decided to have you as their representative every time they had to report back to their boss.

"Reports need to be done as soon as possible, people. If one of you ever tried to sleep on the job, we'll have to take overtime by Friday!" The head of your department announced. She was initially responsible for reporting back to William, but she claimed going to his office made her feel sick to her stomach and gave no distinct reason as to why. Regardless, William had expressed how much he couldn't care less who they'd have to send to his office as long as it gets the job done.

She turned her head towards your station and asked, "Is there anything we might report to Mr. Afton?"

"For this month, our revenue has increased by only about 35%, We'll have to see the final total after everything has been settled. The accrued expenses and damages we've accumulated from the last 6 months have already been paid in full." You reviewed your notes based on your records and the results you've received from the others.

"Great, now I expect you to do the usual! You're doing our team a huge favor."

Needless to say, you’ve gotten along quite well with almost everyone. Some still mention how they can't believe William used to be your schoolmate, your senior only by 3 years, and how you were even able to put up with him after all this time. You can't help but admit there were times you wished your boss had put a bit more effort into being considerate. He is... It's just that it doesn't really come off as something nice.

"Yeah, no prob, MJ." You responded with a smile, then continued doing your work like everyone else.

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Working 9 hours a day inside the office, sorting out stacks of papers and going through file after file, bookkeeping and accounting, and making sure any issues within the company get reported immediately to the accounting and auditing team, had been everyone's routine. Tiring as it is, everyone still found time to go out or rest.

From time to time, the team had to pull an all-nighter, although as much as William had insisted for them to return home, some were too stubborn not to finish their work on the following day.

Thankfully, everyone had finished their parts before reaching overtime, and as a celebratory, MJ had treated everyone to a wind-down at a bar.

The loud blasts of music and bright lights on the stage was definitely different from their plain colored office wall surrounded with boxes of files and divided stations for everyone. A different type of adrenaline coursing through their veins is far more pleasantly exhilarating than having to face their boss.

"I'm gonna go and get a drink." You tapped MJ's shoulder to get her attention. "Do you need anything?"

"No, I'm good. But try not to get wasted, we still need you to report back to Afton tomorrow."

"Already?"

"Yeah, everyone finished their parts, and the boss informed me there won't be anything to be recorded tomorrow since the establishment has been packed with reservations, but we still need to go to work."

"Oh, okay."

The night quickly passed and so did the fun. Everyone had already got back home and some had to assist those who got blacked out drunk. A few more hours and it's already back to work. Even with the little hours left for y/n to take a quick rest, she was convinced she wouldn't get a good sleep.

"You're going home too, 'Luc?" You had asked the bartender.

"Yeah, shift's ended, next you'll see Dain if you're still going to stay for a few hours." He replied with a smile. "How come you didn't drink? I'm surprised you only took 2. Still got work tomorrow?"

"I'll have to report back to our boss in a few hours. I need to be sober 'til then."

"Make sense. Well, good luck."

"Take care, 'Luc. I'll probably be here a little longer. Enough to see Dain for his shift." You laughed.

"Alright. Say hi to Dain for me. Don't stay up too long."

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"Did you get enough sleep, Ms. L/N?" William broke you out of your deep thoughts.

You haven’t realized your boss had been staring at you for a while now as your mind started drifting off to dreamland unconsciously. It seemed as if you were looking over your notes, heavy eyes drooped, and had you were falling asleep for a while. "It seems like you've overworked yourself again."

"No–No! I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to drift off!" You panicked as you tried to scan your notes, searching for where you had stopped. "Uh... where—"

After summarizing the reports, you excused yourself out of William's office hoping to grab a well-deserved cup of coffee to break out of sleepiness.

As soon as you turned your back, William called out to you, "Best if you don't stay out too late after work, darling. Can't have one of my best coworkers and my dearest friend unwell."

Suddenly, his words struck like lightning, as his head tilted a little to the side, as you stared blankly at him, not knowing how to respond to his advice. You decided to go with a nod and a quick smile as you turned and left the room. A condescending grin appeared on William's face as he watched you leave. He returned to his paperwork and got busy for the day.

It wasn't out of the ordinary to hear William talk like that to you. So why does it suddenly feel off when he does it now? You were doing a little better and able to keep up with the workplace's environment, but aren't the other employees doing a better job too? You were just a college friend, and it just feels so wrong to hear it being said that way.

Simple words came out of his mouth yet it had you overthinking almost everything.

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"Oh my god, hi! Zandik!" You called out. "Nice seeing you here."

"Hey." The blue-haired male responded. Zandik— though preferred being called Dottore, greeted back. "Glad you still remember me."

"Of course! How could I ever forget you, Zandik---"

"And you're still calling me that name."

"— Oh right, Dottore." You corrected yourself.

"Call me Dot just like you used to, I don't mind."

"I've missed you, Dottie!"

"'Dottie'? Now you’re just overstretching it."

"Cute, huh?"

"I'd say it's not very fitting for... me."

"Nonsense! Dottie fits you just---"

"How was it working with Afton?"

You paused your sentence as soon as you heard Dottore's question. How does he know you’ve been working for your fellow college buddy? They certainly haven't contacted each other a few months after graduating.

"Word gets around." Dottore answered as if he read your mind. "Also I often see your posts on social media. I was surprised to see you with my other pals from my old school. Feels like a small world."

You smiled, "Working with Afton's definitely... made me have mixed feelings."

"Is he a bad boss?" Dottore grinned, he was trying to imply he was telling a joke, yet it came off teasingly. "Gave you too much work and acted like he never knew you? Maybe you're still gullible enough to believe every shit that comes out of his mouth."

"What? No..." You replied, shaking your head. "Well, he's not bad— he's just... he doesn't fit well with his other workers. To them, he's just Mr. Afton, the owner of the company."

"Sounds like him, alright."

"Yeah, but like, it makes it seem like everyone feels a little bit off with him. I don't think they hate him, but they've always avoided talking to him. It's like they don't want him to be around even when Will's practically our boss!"

"And you think he's worried about what his employees think of him?" Dottore raised an eyebrow. "Afton couldn't even give two shits whatever I did to him. Why'd you think he'll fuck with some people who work for him."

You were quiet, trying to process why you were even worrying about William when you knew it should've been the least of your problems.

"It was nice catching up with you, by the way." Dottore broke you out of out of your thoughts. "I got some places to be so see you around."

Before Dottore could walk away, you had begged to exchange contacts.

"I never changed my number, doll."

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Staring blankly at each other, both had been sitting idly as they drank from their cup. Neither of them has spoken a word to the other yet, other than watching each other at the end of the table.

"How's y/n?" The British man broke the silence, his voice vibrated around the quiet room. "I assumed you'd seen her a few days ago."

The blue-haired man grinned from the other end as he placed his cup on the table. "Have you been nice to her, Afton?"

"I've only given her what she needed to do. Seems like she hasn't gotten rid of that people-pleaser trait of hers. Has she told you about that?"

"About how you let your other employees take advantage of her? Or have you forgotten how you had that effect on people?"

"'Effect on people'? Zandik, I believe we both have that effect on people."

"Mentally draining? I don't think I've ever considered myself leeching on someone's thoughts for my amusement."

William no longer responded to Dottore's claim. It seems as if he admits it was the case.

"What do you want anyway? Calling me out at this hour, even had the time to look for a place as shady as this. What kind of fucked up shit are you planning now, Afton?"

William stood up and walked over to Dottore as he watched him warily. An envelope was placed down in front of him as William leaned on the edge of the table.

"I'm bored." William declared. "And I believe we're like the 2 sides of the same coin."

Dottore laughed upon hearing William's accusation. It amused him to hear the Brit admit what he had been denying all these years. If anything, it gave him the satisfaction of knowing William had finally recognized how they aren't so different after all... even when they seem too different in nature.

"Shocking," Dottore started, leaning back in his seat. "What made you think that? Aren't you too good to be lumped with someone like me?"

"I am... but perhaps you're the only one who might understand, I'm afraid."

"Another one of your fucked up objectives? Didn't think the last was not enough for you, Afton."

The last incident had happened when William graduated. The incident happened during his last school year, and until now, the suspect has yet to be found. One of the students had been reported missing a day before the graduation and the case had been cold ever since. The Report says it was an unbreakable case and neither of the detectives and police had a lead to who might be the suspect.

The victim had no significant relationship or quarrels with other students, other than being acquainted with only a few of her classmates. The teachers haven't heard any reports or issues with her either, as they have decent grades and behavior throughout the school year.

"Sohreh was... how should I say it—" William paused, "--- least stimulating. I understand why you insisted on taking her, the poor doll. I had to entertain myself in some way— she was interested in you in the first place after all. I tried to play nice, but it didn’t seem to work on her."

"The bitch wouldn't stop pestering me. And the fuck do you mean you play nice? I’d be shitting my pants off if I had to deal with your ugly ass."

"And you had to wait for me to graduate to do something about her?” William responded, ignoring his friend’s insult. “My, Zandik. What would happen if either of us were caught?"

Dottore smirked, "got your ass on the line, that's enough assurance for me."

William looked down at Dottore, a hint of mischief in his eyes as he grabbed him by his chin, making him look up to him, grinning sickly. The familiar grin Dottore that seemed to outgrow during college crept back to him. The sinister smile that meant one thing or another... and neither was a good thing.

"Will you join me?"

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Several people gathered around the gala's reception as they chatted and drank. People from different establishments came, from CEOs, Directors, and entrepreneurs, most probably invited by the host.

You wandered around the place, greeting people you knew and getting to know others from other establishments. It made you wonder why you even insisted on attending the event when you weren't even the founder's assistant or secretary; that was MJ's job.

Seeing William around the corner, you waved a quick hello to him as he converse with other CEOs and company founders and had him return a quick smile. An arm snaked its way around your waist out of the blue, catching you by surprise. You turned around and were greeted by a familiar blue-haired man.

"Last time I checked, you weren't Afton's assistant." Dottore pointed out, grabbing a macaroon behind you and popping it in his mouth.

"And I remember you're not a fan of these kinds of events." You returned.

"In my case, it's customary to at least attend once every 5 years. This way, I couldn't be bothered to attend one of these for another 5 years."

"Well, either way, it's nice seeing you here, Dottie--- I mean, Zandik."

"William's not with you?"

"Actually..."

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As the hours passed and so did the number of glasses you had drunk. One after another, you didn't seem to stop. Dottore had only realized you had gotten drunk after persisting you weren’t a lightweight. In fact, you weren’t even a heavy drinker to begin with, even during college; a few drinks of alcohol were enough to make you pass out or act out drunk.

Dottore wiped the spilled drink on his shirt as you brought another glass to drink. Before you could have a sip, Dottore had swiped the glass from your hands and drank it.

"That's enough drinks for you, doll."

"Whaaaat? I can definitely take a few more!" You tried to grab a few more from the tray the server was holding. "I'm not yet drunk!"

Dottore held you back by your waist as he told the server to leave, making you make a bit of a commotion in their area. Dottore was quick enough to shut you up by placing his lips against yours, pushing the alcohol to your mouth to swallow.

Pulling his lips away, Dottore muttered in your ear, "Was that enough to shut you up?"

You were stunned speechless, mind slowly processing what had happened. You didn't know how or what to react, but you were adamant that you didn't hate it. Your arms hang around Dottore's shoulder as you stare into his eyes. You didn't care about his expression right now--- he looked bored yet convinced herself he was pleased, all you could think of was to either return the kiss or ramble your mind right now.

"Dottore-"

"I'm taking you home."

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"Where are your fucking keys?" Dottore stressed out, you hung by his side as he struggled to find it in your purse while keeping you from falling.

"Under the rag..." You slurred, your head hanging low, yet managed to point to where the keys were.

"It's dangerous to keep your keys under here." Dottore nagged. "Don't you ever think of that?"

"Nah, m' apartment's basically shit. 'S not like I own lots of things. I'd even help those fuckers to look for a buck under the couch."

Dottore laughed at your statement, even when you were terribly unable to form words correctly, amused even with your cursing, "Afton not paying you too well?"

"No-no, he pays well. I think a little too much even," You raised your head up, seeing Dottore had already opened the apartment door, "the workplace's shit though hahaha."

Dottore led you inside and laid you down on the couch without any regard and went to the kitchen before you could give him an earful. He filled a glass with water to drink and found some pills to feel better. When he got back, you had already passed out on the couch in an awkward position.

The blue-haired man tapped you gently, trying to wake you up, then aggressively yet nothing happened. You had gone out cold from the drinking, snoring lightly without a care in the world.

Dottore sighed, still tapping your face to wake you up, "You can't sleep there, silly. At least tell me where your bed is."

You didn't answer, which left him no choice but to carry you to whichever room with a bed he finds. Kicking the ajar door open, it revealed a slightly messy room with papers and dirty clothes around the room. Dottore carefully laid you down in the bed and fixed your position. He went back to the living room and grabbed the glass of water and medicine he had prepared and placed it on your nightstand.

"Had your fun?" A voice suddenly appeared.

Dottore turned around from surprise and was met by William, an amused look plastered on his face.

"I was wondering where you two had gone off. Last time I saw you, you were eating her face out."

"It was merely a peck."

"Really?" William's arms were crossed as he leaned on the side of the door frame. "Surely a mere peck wouldn't result in any of this?"

William mentioned the mess, and Dottore might have gotten the hint of what the man was trying to imply, causing him to glare at him for a second.

"It was already like this when we came in." Dottore went out of the room and left the door slightly ajar, like how it was before, William following behind him. "Yet my question is, what are you doing here? I don't suppose you'd know where all your workers live knowing she mentioned your workplace's shit."

"Did she now?" William raised an eyebrow, his interest focused on Dottore's remark. "Well, I just simply know where she lives, she is a friend after all."

"And the plan?"

"Still in action. Your efforts will soon be repaid, Zandik."

Dottore didn't say anything in response then left your apartment together with William. Upon reaching the parking lot, Dottore paused and faced William.

"You wouldn't have me involved if you didn't need an escape goat, would you?"

Dottore was least concerned with his involvement with the plan yet it boggled him to think why William decided to get him to join him. Knowing how his mind worked in a different setting set something off in him. Stimulated to what could be the possible outcome and result to the plan, Dottore wanted to see how far he could come.

"Escape goat?" William asked, his eyebrow raised. "My dear Zandik, have you no value to our bond all these years? For you to think I'd discard you just like that? No, of course not."

"I've seen the way you look at y/n, Afton. I didn't take you for someone who'd share."

"I can share lots of other things with you, Zandik. All of you."

"And if I turn you down?"

"That's never been an issue, Love."

"There's always a first for everything."

"Will you do it?"

Dottore glared at the man and entered his car without a word, then left. William shook his head in response, watching him leave as he went to his car.

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William's hands gripped the steering wheel. It wasn't long after Dottore left, but it'd take more time before he could proceed with his plan. He needed to make sure everything was set and sound.

He went out and lit his cigar, then took a deep inhale and puffed out a thick white smoke in the air as he walked back to your apartment.

William sat inside his car for at least an hour and a few minutes before moving back to the apartment with a plastic bag filled with medications and remedies for hangovers. He knocked on the door for an answer, but it was already dead silent. No one at this hour had their lights on besides your room— William's been looking out his car window the whole time.

The man figured you were already out cold until the door opened, revealing you with disheveled hair, with a mug in your hand, which he assumed was a cup of tea.

Your vision didn't seem to make out much, but you recognized the suit William was wearing, "oh, hey Will. What are you-what are you doing here? It's late. I thought you had already gone home."

"I saw Zandik took you home, and I just wanted to make sure how you were doing."

"'Ttore's not here. I think he already left long ago."

"I see. Well, I brought some stuff to make you feel better. Mind if I come in?"

"Oh, you didn't really have to, Sir--- I mean, William. It's already so late and..."

"No, please, I insist. There's nothing more that can put me at ease knowing you're well and taken care of, darling."

And there he was again. The nicknames and sweet gestures.

He's a friend. You kept reminding yourself. But he's also my boss.

"Well, alright. Come in."

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Everything happened in a blur. One moment you were having a laugh with William— talking about something you couldn't remember yet it definitely brought them closer, then he leaned in for a kiss. His eyes opened as he pulled you closer. His lips moved againsts yours while staring into your eyes with a blank expression... yet his kisses told you otherwise.

William never broke the kiss, and you were too out of her mind to react to it.

God, Will....

His tongue then lapped on your lips with such desire, begging for an entrance to stick it inside your mouth to glide it against your tongue. He wanted to tease you through it, toy with you...

Your eyes soon closed, letting William have his way with you, causing him to wrap his arms around you as he pushed you down the couch. His system suddenly filled with carnal desires.

Take advantage of her. His thoughts echoed through his mind.

True, it was the perfect timing. Yet William couldn't allow himself to do this... not now.

He wanted to take his time. See how much further he could go....

William pulled away to catch his breath. A string of spit connecting both their tongues right there and then.

William wanted to make out once more upon seeing your pitiful look, eyes almost begging for more.

He looked at you, breathing heavily. Your breathing was ragged, almost sounding like desperate moans and whines. William was definitely turned on.

Darling, you don't know what you do to me.

"Will— ha.... um..."

"God, you look exquisite, darling. I could devour you right now." William whispered against your ears as he placed tiny kisses along your neck. "But a delicate flower like you must be treated gently... with care...."

William pulled you up closer to him, wrapping your legs around his waist as he tried to sit up, then having you sit on his lap. He caressed your face ever so lovingly before flashing a wicked grin. "But something tells me you wouldn't want that, would you?"

You looked at him with an unbeknownst want, looking ever so lustful yet innocent.

Does she?

You whimpered under him, rocking your hips to find stimulation, ye felt a sudden slap on your behind making you yelp.

"Naughty girl. Do you need it that badly?"

"Yes."

"What do you need me to do? Tell me what you want."

"I want you."

Does you really? He was your boss... but he's also your friend.

Hundreds of thoughts ran through your head. Are you in the right mind to be even initiating intimacy with your boss right now? When you’re still half drunk and barely almost sober from drinking so much at the event.

All your thoughts went down the drain as soon as William started undoing his tie, then came off your top... then his mouth latched on to your lips once more before letting you overthink your words.

William was fast. Quick-witted enough to see through your expression of doubt and panic. He wanted you to feel safe with him, feel vulnerable. His actions were calculated in everything for your satisfaction and to ease your caution. He knew well that you may not be in the right mind right now, but you weren't a fool to let anyone touch you like this... even with someone you were close to. Everything was going so well that it led you to be like this. Anything more to this that felt wrong to you would fall apart.

Then comes a contingency plan. William hoped it wouldn't come to that. He'd be upset to even harm you in any way but all precautions were needed for an absolute success.

You pulled away from William's lips, catching your breath, your arms placed on his shoulders yet William tried to lean in for more. You turned your head to the side as he pulled you much closer as he continued planting kisses along your neck down to your chest. He played with your boob while sucked on the other earning a gasp from you.

"William.... God----"

He hummed while looking at you in pleasure. Flicking his tongue on your tit while he continued to suck on it just to get another reaction. Moans and whimpers came out of your lips while you rocked your hips against him, making him groan.

You tried to pull away this time, pleading, "William..."

The next few moments came in their pleasure and release, then it was the last thing you remembered before you passed out.

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🎉 the return of the friday list

hey remember when I used to do this every week for a bit and then I stopped? well, doing it again because this is my blog and no one can stop me

📚 reading/watching/listening to:

🤖 [ audiobook ] Rogue Protocol - Martha Wells: I am having violent thoughts about everyone who ever hurt Murderbot. We're unpacking so much trauma in this book lol. Got less than an hour left, will probably finish it this afternoon. Someone get this robot a warm blanket and a new season of Sanctuary Moon STAT!!

☄️ [ book ] Catalyst - James Luceno: I've had this on my to read list for a long time and thought I'd be ironic. It's ok so far, about a third in. I remain underwhelmed by Luceno's writing of women but it turns out he's not the only one so. Eh. More things not to mention on Reddit (my most downvoted posts have been ones where I’m critical of Luceno, the fanboys LOVE him.)

🌌 [ tv ] The Expanse: I've been annoying enough Expanse-posting every damn day so y'all know where I'm at already and probably more of my feelings than you want. I'm about midway through season 2, everyone is still just a little too mean to each other and bad at their jobs for my tastes, but I'll always have the book versions lol. I think my problem is I just really like it when people communicate and are also good at their jobs, and TV production tends to like when people don't communicate and are bad at their jobs, because it makes for more drama. But idk I personally think that having someone generally competent make a bad decision is better drama but that’s just me. Effects remain unmatched and there are a lot of good things, I just miss my married trauma-bonded ducklings

🛸 [ tv ] The X-Files: Finished season 5! A return to form. I liked season 5 a lot more than 4, I think it took itself more seriously. Onto the first movie tonight. I'm a little nervous about how it will hold up because it is such a trash favorite. I loved this movie when I was a kid, but all I remember about it are bees????

🤖 [ tv ] Murderbot: Watched the first episode last night, will watch the second tonight. Ok so far! Definitely an intro, in that it was just dropping little hints of the deeper plot while remaining relatively shallow in tone. I didn't have as many fears as some fans because I'm not as emotionally attached to the books yet, but it did manage to land on my only one, which was that I felt Sanctuary Moon was just a bit to heavy-handed with the parody. I did feel a tiny bit made fun of. I'm not sure why that is, especially when you compare it to stuff like the fake show in Avenue 5, which I found hilarious, but it was just a tiny bit over the top.

🌿 weekend to dos:

long run + grocery store! (one of my new favorite running trails is right outside the grocery store, it's so convenient)

watch many things including: the first X-Files film (I think they call it 'Fight the Future' now, but when I first watched it, it was just 'The X-Files') -> the new TLOU episode I neglected on Sunday -> second episode that's out of Murderbot -> next up in my Expanse marathon

rainy weekend again so I have some writing things to do including rewriting the last action section that really needs a second pass, a few more edits, and getting this 85k fic at least partially formatted to post. hoping to start posting next Friday, because by the chapter count that will take me to the end of August and that feels very neat. the first couple chapters are ready to go, honestly, it's just chapter 4 that has two lengthy action sequences that are a hot mess right now. short fic rough drafts only after I finish all that. as a treat.

emotionally prepare for ✨ 'corporate team building week'✨ aka do nothing and talk to no one because I'm going to spend 3 days having to talk to a LOT of people and going from 'data entry hermit who doesn't talk to anyone and just listens to audiobooks every day' to 'meet a bunch of strangers and pretend to care about my job' is a bit draining. it is pretty fun though and then everyone scatters back to their various wfh setups and I can return to my audiobooks. I also might go to the good thrift store to find some corporate cosplay lol

🌻 have a good weekend!

[hermiola]

On This Bumpy Road to Love (GO Actors AU, M, 2/14)

Literally posted this by mistake as I was editing on AO3 because I'm apparently a noob 😑😑😑 Happy Friday, I guess?

Summary:

When rising star AJ Crowley finds himself in a little spot of trouble on the set of his new action movie, he is lucky enough to bump into a literal angel who infuses him with some much needed courage in a rather unconventional way. One fabulous kiss, a fall from grace, many phone calls and approximately twenty years of friendship later, Crowley and Aziraphale are about to embark on their first ever project together, which allows them to get closer than ever. Will they be brave enough to cross the invisible boundary still standing between them? Or will they let the fear of losing each other get in their way? Idiocy predictably abounds, but luckily so does the love.

Chapter 2 of 14: Chocolate Crêpes and Strawberry Tiramisu (8.7k words) Chapter 2 Summary:

Now: Crowley and Aziraphale film their one scene together in Razor’s Edge, sparks fly. Crowley makes things much worse by revealing the mysterious project he’ll soon be working on. Before: two years after their chance encounter in the dressing room, Crowley and Aziraphale meet again. This time they even manage to exchange names.

Excerpt from chapter 2:

“You’re not just friends,” Anathema says, playing with the straw of her cocktail. “That much is obvious.” Aziraphale scrunches up his nose. “I’ve always hated that expression,” he muses. Anathema arches an eyebrow and he’s quick to clarify, “Just friends, I mean.” “Why?” “Because it sounds diminutive. We are friends, first and foremost,” he says firmly. Crowley is the most important person in his life, he’s not just anything. Aziraphale isn’t planning on elaborating, but the words come out in a rush, “I’d be okay with being friends with him for the rest of my life without any romantic overture ever being made. I don’t think I could stomach the opposite.”

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[moonwolfblues]

Okay, here's part of chapter 1 of a new fic I'm working on. It's not edited or beta-ed so please be nice. I hope you like it!

You Look At Me Like I'm All You Want (I'm Hardwired To Be With You) by MoonWolfBlues

Chapter 1

Stiles was running through the woods for his life. He could feel the dark presence getting closer, gaining on his human speed.

Scott was gone. His dad was gone.

Erica, Boyd, Allison, Isaac, Jackson, Lydia, Kira, Malia.

Derek. All gone. 

And she was coming after him next.

He didn’t know why he kept going. He wouldn’t have anything to live for after tonight. His pack–his family–were all gone, taken from him in one fell swoop. And none of them had seen it coming. 

Well, that’s not totally true. When you run with a werewolf pack for five years, things are bound to get dicey, but they had always made it out alive in the end. Pain bloomed in his chest with how different this time had turned out.

It had started like any other Friday Pack Night. They had all gathered at Derek’s loft for a movie night. They were piled on any surface available, couches, chairs, the floor and arguing over who’s turn it was to pick the movie. 

Then every werewolf head in the room whipped to the window. Stiles could feel the shift in energy as something slipped past the outer wards of their territory. It felt big and nasty. Darker than anything they had faced before. And that’s saying something when you’ve gone up against a nogistune, dread doctors, and the wild hunt, and come out the other end alive.

Their half-laid emergency plan never stood a chance though and their run of good luck finally fizzled out.

And now they were gone. And Stiles didn’t know why he kept running. But it was instinct pushing him forward telling him that he had to move. Had to get away. 

He could hear them catching up to him, closing in on their final prey. And then he felt a tightness in his chest and the saw a blinding light before he felt the pressure pop around him like a pin sticking a balloon.

Suddenly the dawn light was creeping in around him and the trees were thinning, but he kept running. He wasn’t trying to be quiet. He knew they would find him eventually so there was no point in it; he just needed to get away. 

He heard the pounding of paws hitting dirt flanking either side of him. Closing in but keeping their distance. But this sounded familiar. Like the sound of his pack at his side. He must be nearing the end if he was hallucinating things. 

He was bleeding out of a gash at his side and he was pretty sure his ankle was twisted but he pushed forward anyway, used to running for his life while injured. 

He could finally see the clearing where the Hale House once stood. But when he broke through the tree line, he wasn’t faced with the familiar remains of a burnt-out husk. Instead stood a fierce home four stories high with large picture windows and ivy growing up the sides. Like something in one of his mom’s old magazines. It was a beautiful sight, everything he had imagined the Hale House looked like in its glory days. And also impossible. 

Even more so was the large group of people gathered in front of it. There had to be at least 20 people, all of varying generations. And all stunningly gorgeous, which - totally unfair. 

He was only a few steps into the clearing when he was tackled to the ground. The breath was knocked out of him and he groaned in pain as his wound twisted. But when he opened his eyes just a few inches from his face was the man he was meant to spend the rest of his life with. The man he would now never see grow old. He was scowling, but that was nothing new. The hard set of his brows and the curve of his lip was more familiar to Stiles than even his own reflection. 

If Derek was here right now then that meant Stiles had reached his end. The thought that he would soon be reunited with the rest of his pack was comforting enough that he relaxed under the man’s hold. Stiles was pinned to the ground, but he wasn’t worried. He was in the arms of the man he loved, and that was the safest place in the world in his book. 

But his adrenaline was fading fast and the darkness was beginning to take over, so he did the only thing he could think to do. He sent as much love as he could down their bond, filling it with every ounce of joy and safety and home the man had brought him over the years, and whispered his name before he passed out. 

“Derek…”

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[drac-onion]

Nothing to Write Home About - Chapter 6

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61616986/chapters/163216609 (Link)

Returning to his hometown after being exonerated from his false conviction, Akira tried to put the past year behind him. With a train ticket and packed bags, it was official: his wings were clipped. His life had peaked. All there was to do now was ride down the other side, away from all the connections he'd made. At least it would be an opportunity for some degree of normalcy. In this sleepy little town, there were no surprises... Or much of anything for that matter. Or so he thought. Turns out life had a funny way of working out sometimes.

Seems like Tumblr is still having issues with ao3 links showing up as a card. Bummer.

Oh well. It is what it is.

I'm gonna verbatim copy and paste my end note here since it's probably what I'd be talking about anyway. No need to pretend I didn't already write this out.

2000 HITS LET'S GOOOOOOO!!! Thank you! Anyways. A bit of a lighter chapter this time. I sort of wrote myself into a corner by having Akira mention this in BTM ch. 27, but it ended up being a really interesting chapter to write. I was torn on whether to include the pronouns bit, but I figured that with The Seekers being all about "being true to yourself" it made sense to include. On the same token, the Phantom Thieves are all about taking off masks, so y'know, there's some stuff there. Big thanks to my pal Flamy for helping me out with that part. I feel like Akira spent a lot of his childhood sheltered, so the last year in Tokyo was his first exposure to a lot of different things, people, and ideas. He's not entirely up to speed, but he's trying. Bless 'im.

Uuuuuh, yeah. Also it came out during the day on Friday instead of at 2am Saturday or something. No reason why, I guess this chapter was just easier to go through. There was less I had to touch up, I guess? There's only a 200-ish word difference between the version I had and the version I posted. Added some stuff here and there, removed some stuff here and there. Y'know how it is. I could sit there and edit for days but honestly? I think it's pretty good how it is.

I'm just gonna leave this graph here and you can figure out which spot I'm at: Perceived Skill vs. Perceived Lack of Skill Helix(this applies to art in the drawing/painting/etc sense, but close enough, right?)

You know how this goes:

Comments?

I like 'em.

Kudos?

I like 'em.

The knowledge that another person out there read something I wrote?

Makes me a little uncomfortable, but fuck it, we ball.

I don't like being perceived, but it's not me that's being perceived. It's something I put a year of effort, emotion, and thought into.

If you wanna talk about fear, let's get into passionate mediocrity.

Or secondary social anxiety.

Or making phone calls.

Yeah.

That's fear.

What was I talking about again? Oh, right.

Alrighty, well, there's this chapter done and dusted. See you on 3/21 for the next one.

(Just in case you wanted another link, here you go, champ. I'm not gonna make you scroll all the way back up. Come on, take it. It's free. Go on.)

[carmenized-onions]

DAMN IT WHY DOES EVERY ONE OF YOUR CHAPTERS LEAVE ME PANTING LIKE A DOG

How is it not Friday yet in their world?! I am dyinggggggg over here, the slow build is so delicious and I LOVE seeing the vulnerable inside of his head. The way you wrote the part about Tony making it safe for him to want things… god that’s just beautiful and it’s really TRUE, the way someone can make you feel safe like that.

Uh anyway I’m super normal about all of this. And I still have no decent guess except that on (their) Friday, it’s going to be revealed that they slept together and Carmy’s going to lose his mind. Thank you for this, I love this story and you are killing it!!!

Just gonna add all of Sir Chloe's I am the Dog to the series playlist one sec....

I REALLY DID SLOW THAT SHIT THE FU C K down. I'm very mean, for that. But I promise next chapter picks up the pace-- And in fact, just 4 u, I will give you a lil snippet of the next chapter, because it's fun to do that. BUT NOT UNTIL THE END!!!

And YEAHYEAHYEAH!! Perfect wording, the safety of a person. I'm also so normal about this. Now in other more mind boggling words--

WHO SLEPT TOGETHIHR???!?!?!

MIKEY AND TONY YOU MEAN???? OH MY GOD??!?!?!?!?! That would be fucking crazy. What a loop. I'm picturing the fantasy, the fantasy is certainly there. Gee whiz. Not at all a bad idea-- Or I guess, a super bad idea? Which makes it,, ,a great idea??? I've lost the plot.

Anyways, I'm fucking loving hearin' the different branches people went on, with this chapter so far, and i hope to hear more. Perhaps,,, if I receive more nice little theories and things in my inbox,,,, i will provide more snippets,,,,

The next chapter is finished, funny enough-- It's gonna need some edits, and I'm gonna need some breathing room, between chapters-- esp so I can work on Friday with less pressure, but it really fuckin' flowed like water. Which means, I've got plenty to share. Anyways, here's I think probably my favourite snippet from it, 4 u. Don't mind the red lines MICROSOFT WORD HATES CHICAGO!!!

i've had fun, writing mostly tony/carmy, but fuck did i miss all the other characters, thank god they're back. get this romance out of my mutual pining fic already, what the FUCK.

[bornangelauthor]

WIP Wednesday:

Last week, at promptly 8:00 pm, I started writing, or I should say rewriting, the book a lot of my readers have been waiting for: The Fated Angel, which is the end of the story arc that started with The Stained Angel(click to read the first 5 chapters), book one of the Created Angel Novels, and is from the POV of the same Character, Marshal Leighla Tenebrae.

(Note: Marshal Leighla Tenebrae in front of her Mode of Transportation, "Herb" a refurbished 1963 Volkswagen Bettle)

I wrote the original draft of this book right after finishing The Stained Angel, which was a bad idea, since a LOT has changed between when I wrote it and now. Including 5 books and the Deadly Sirens Story Arc, which will be completed in April 2026.

(Note: "The Deadly Sirens go to War" by me, using Daz Studio.)

Since there were so many changes that needed to be done, with whole chunks removed or completely reworked, I decided that instead editing it I would rewrite it from the ground up, square one, 0 words.

It now sits at 57,930 words, after adding a good 6k this morning. Yes, you read that correctly nearly 58k words. I also had 3k words in another book, yet-to-be-named, which brings the total word count from Wednesday to Wednesday to 60,930 words... I'm not sure how to feel about that.

Why? Because the only reason I write that much in that amount of time is not good for me. Here's the "Jenny Math": Stress + Depression + Flare Up/sickness = Words. This is why I am worried. Last week, I was sick, this week it's an arthritis flare up due to the frigid cold temperatures in my region of the world (NY USA).

However, I am quite excited to get this book rewritten, perhaps even finishing it out this weekend. 😏We shall see! Stay tuned for the Newsletter on Saturday to see how many words I got in from Saturday the 18th-Friday the 24th! Don't forget to check out the ARC Signups for the latest book in the Created Angel Novels: Chaos Theory!

(Note: Click the ARC READER WANTED poster to be taken to the sign up and info page)

[fallynleaf]

(I typed this up for my Japanese study log lol but it was so funny to me, I figured I'd also share it here)

Okay, so...

I was looking at my Japanese study Notion library page and kind of wanted to clear out a slot for Dungeon Meshi, since I wanted to be able to track my progress with the chapter count. I’d had 女装してめんどくさい事になってるネクラとヤンキーの両片想い ("Crossplay Love: Otaku x Punk" in English) volume 3 in there since literally the day I created that page, I think. I had sort of given up on it last year because it was too hard for me to read at the time for what my level of investment was in the story, plus I got sort of busy with the translations and ran out of time/energy for manga reading projects, so I’d basically shelved that book for the time being.

I had gotten like halfway through the volume already, though, so I thought why not just read the rest of it so that I can move it out of my currently reading section? So I started reading it again and abruptly realized that I didn’t super remember a lot of the details in the story. At the time when I had started reading it, volumes 1 & 2 had been translated into English, but 3 hadn’t been translated yet, hence why I had picked it up in Japanese. Fortunately for me, though, the English translation has gotten a lot further now!

So what I did was speed-read up to the chapter I left off in English, then I finished the volume in Japanese. Hooray! I could remove it from my currently reading section!! 🎉

Except… after finishing volume 3, I wanted to know what happened next, so I just kept reading (in English) and quickly finished volume 4, then 5, 6, 7…

(You can probably guess where this is going.)

I reached the end of volume 7 and was like “aw man, I want to know what happens next, but I’m not sure if I care enough about this series to take the time to read it in Japanese… I’d rather just wait and read the English translation of this one and spend my energy on things like Dungeon Meshi instead.”

But I have spectacularly poor impulse control when it comes to this sort of thing, so just like what compelled me to buy volume 3 in the first place, of course I ended up caving immediately and buying volume 8 in Japanese, and I ended up back in the exact situation I had tried to resolve in the first place, with the series still technically on my currently reading list… 😩

Thankfully, my Japanese is better now than it was a year ago, and I can read manga way faster now, so I ended up sort of, uh, inhaling the series, or at least reading it about as fast as it was humanly possible for me to read it. In English, I can easily tear through a volume of manga in under half an hour. In Japanese, it probably takes me like 10x that.

I was on a bit of a deadline because I’m trying to stay super caught up on the TJPW translations to the best of my ability, so I had a narrow window between finishing the previous translation (for the last VOD show after the VOD went up on Wrestle Universe) and getting started on the next translation (which is for another VOD show, so I usually wait until the show gets uploaded before I start translating it, which is usually three days after the show happened).

I finished my first draft of the 2.17 show translation on Tuesday, February 20 (the day I watched the VOD), got my questions posted by early Thursday, and got it edited and published by early Friday, which was the date of the next show (with a 3-day timer after that until the VOD goes up and I need to drop everything else to translate).

So I had roughly a 5-ish day window with essentially no translation workload. I read a chapter of Dungeon Meshi, then finished 女装してめんどくさい事になってるネクラとヤンキーの両片想い volume 3, then ended up reading volumes 8-12 in Japanese basically as fast as I could because I was invested in the series and I also really didn’t want to have to stop reading to work on my translations (the surprise 2.26 press conference from TJPW happened fortuitously at the end of this period). In total, I think I finished five volumes in about four days.

…And the huge reveal that I’ve been waiting for the entire series, which is the main reason why I felt compelled to read on, still hasn’t happened 😩. Never start reading a slowburn romance when the story is still in progress… 😔

I saw at the back of the manga that the series apparently updates on the fourth Monday of every month, so I ended up finding it on pixiv, and I got there just in time for chapter 107’s release (volume 12 ends with chapter 105, so there are two new chapters available on pixiv), so I’ve now read literally every chapter currently available.

I’m in the same boat as the Japanese fans now, I suppose! Waiting a whole month to get drip fed a little bit more of the story at a time… It brings me back to my days of following webcomics as they were happening, which I was never very good at, so we’ll see if I fare better reading serialized manga.

I guess to review 女装してめんどくさい事になってるネクラとヤンキーの両片想い, difficulty-wise, I found it honestly harder than Dungeon Meshi, because even though it takes place at a high school and theoretically has more normal vocab, like every single character in the story talks weird in way that is totally different from how the other characters talk weird, and there’s far more slang and stuff written out in a way that isn’t super parseable by Yomichan (which I'm able to use on the book thanks to Mokuro). So my lookup tools didn’t account for my weaknesses nearly as well as they did with Dungeon Meshi.

I can see why I dropped it last year, because I lacked some of the grammar back then that I understand a lot better now. It’s the kind of story that is best enjoyed as easy reading, so once you take away the ease of reading, I think it’s hard to push through the difficulty in order to keep going.

Reviewing the story purely in terms of enjoyability, well, obviously I did enjoy it, haha! It’s a very unique story and it went to some surprising places in terms of the themes and story developments, considering the fact that most of the plot revolves around what I can only describe as Shakespearean comedy levels of ridiculous crossdressing drama.

The main point of interest to me was the LGBTQ themes, and I would say that it honestly surpassed my expectations there. We’re not at a point where “these characters are trans” is part of the explicit text of the story (and it might never go there), but the main relationship is gay no matter how you slice it, haha, and there’s another major character whose story reads as very much a trans narrative, and there’s a canonical lesbian couple as well.

Something I really appreciate about it is that interactions with those characters are some of the major driving forces in the relationship between the two main characters. Like, there’s a sense of commonality and shared experience between them and those other characters, and sometimes a sense of alienation and yearning at what the others have, which the main characters feel that they’ll never get to experience because they’re trapped in a situation where they can’t be their authentic selves.

A friend asked me how yuri it is, and honestly I'd say very? I don't think it bills itself as either GL or BL (and people who read exclusively either would probably both be unsatisfied with it). But to me, the core relationship and the conflicts that the characters increasingly grapple with as the story goes on feels more like the kind of thing you’d see in yuri. There’s a whole lot of yearning.

I was amused by this panel from volume 8 because there’s some slang in there and a few non-WaniKani/non-textbook words, but I’d learned literally all four of the new words from translating TJPW, including the one with a non-WK kanji in it (and two of the words were tricky translations so I remember them pretty clearly haha), so I was able to instantly read this panel without needing lookups:

If I'd timed it a bit better and waited for a 50% coinback sale on Bookwalker, I could've gotten a great deal on it lol but I was too impatient to wait fdjkghdfjkg. At least the Japanese edition is way cheaper than the English one...

[true-blue-sonic]

For the Ask Game:

💥 What is one canon thing that you wish you could change?

⏰️ Do you like to post fics on a schedule or at random?

🔮 Any advice for writers working through burnout or writer’s block?

💥 What is one canon thing that you wish you could change?

Hmm, it's not really a change, but I wish we would get more clarity on Silver and his time-travelling abilities. There's a lot of information from which we can infer that he travels to the past out of his own free will (e.g. Silver always says he came from the future instead of getting sent from the future), but in the same vein, the characters who live there don't seem to know anything about how it works either (e.g. Tails being startled by Dodon Pa being able to send letters through time and space towards Silver and Blaze). I would like it if we got a complete confirmation that Silver has full control over his time-travelling, and furthermore what means he uses, such as the Chaos Emeralds.

⏰️ Do you like to post fics on a schedule or at random?

When I'm writing a multi-chapter fic, I try to stick to a schedule: New Beginnings got uploaded on Fridays, and Genesis on Sundays because I found having the weekend to work on it more really helped with finalising the chapters. Hmm, if I ever start publishing Could Reminisce Forever, maybe I'll do it on Saturdays this time? XD

One-shots I just post whenever they are finished, though!

🔮 Any advice for writers working through burnout or writer’s block?

I'm having quite the case of it right now, rip... I think "just get started" is always good; what you have can be edited. In the words of an acquaintance of mine: you cannot edit an empty page. "Do it scared" is also a good one: even if you fear that it'll suck, you don't need to upload everything you write immediately! I've found that just writing something and coming back after a few days gives me ample opportunity to edit a text I feel unsure about into something far more pleasant to read. I've also read a tip that you should make a playlist with songs relevant to your story and go walking for 30 minutes if you are stuck; I'm gonna try that one myself too. And I think it is most important to make it fun! I enjoy really getting in the heads of my characters and trying to imagine what they're feeling and doing, which I then try to put on paper. So find what makes writing fun for you, and hold onto that ^-^

But also, write what you find fun! I love fluff and romance stories, so that's what I write most, with Espio and Silver. I think that's why New Beginnings was so enjoyable for me to work on: there was an overarching plot and some stakes, but most of it was very lowkey cuteness of the bois getting to know each other better and falling in love. Maybe I myself should look into that for Could Reminisce Forever too🤔