#also i see new followers and i'm sorry it'll take some time to follow back

[batfall-a]

okay ! so got some things done but ... i'll be working from on drafts from oldest to newest so , that should enable me to get done and stay on track. i'll be around tomorrow as well . just have a b2b meeting and then a 1:1 that always gets moved lmao. anyways thank you guys for being SO patient it means the world.

[scoonsaliciousupdates]

5.3 Lily

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: Lily McIntyre, trainer for new SHIELD recruits at the Avengers Tower, has been in love with her best friend, Bucky Barnes, from the moment she met him. She's been content with her role of the #1 girl in Bucky's life, even if it means she has to sabotage a romantic relationship or two. It'll be worth it when he realizes that they're meant for each other, right? There's just one small problem: Lily McIntire never expected Bucky Barnes to fall for You.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language,

Word Count: 500

Previously On...: Bucky got a call from Lily, wanting to know where he was. He lied to her, of course. That definitely won't come back to bite him in the ass.

A/N: Sorry this is so late going up! Had a last-minute Mother's Day dinner with the family, and then some quality time with @cazellen, and when you add on an hour+ drive each way, it ended up eating my entire evening. But! I wouldn't leave you hanging, so here is today's update, just... six hours late :(

Also, PLEASE NOTE: There is one more section of Chapter 5 to go up tomorrow, and then I will be taking a one-week break from posting so I can focus on writing. So, Chapter 6 will start on Sunday, May 19th. I probably will not be as active on here as I normally am, so if you send me a message and I don't respond right away, it's because I'm busy making more content for you!

NOTE! The tag list is a fickle bitch, so I'm not really going to be dealing with it anymore. If you want to be notified when new story parts drop, please follow @scoonsaliciousupdates

Thank you to all those who have been reading; if you like what you've read, likes, comments, and reblogs give me life, and I truly appreciate them, and you!

Lily clutched her phone to her chest, shocked. Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong. He had lied to her. She couldn’t believe it. Her best friend had lied to her about what he was doing and who he was with. 

She hadn’t planned on coming to the Compound that night– she’d realized she’d forgotten some files in her office that she needed to look over before she went back to work on Monday, and had just stopped in to pick them up. She figured, since she was there, she might as well go see what Bucky and Sam were up to. She didn’t want to crash their boys’ night, per se, but if they happened to invite her to join them? Well, how could she refuse such an invitation?

That’s why it came as such a shock when she rounded the corner to the rec room and saw Sam and Steve, in front of the large television, watching football together, and Bucky nowhere in sight. She hung back for a few moments, giving him the benefit of the doubt, that maybe he’d been in the bathroom, or in the kitchen grabbing snacks. But when fifteen minutes went by, then thirty, and Bucky still hadn’t shown himself, she began to worry.

She was about to barge into the room and demand answers from Sam and Steve, when she heard them talking during a commercial break.

“So, how do you think the date’s going?” Steve asked Sam.

“Knowing Tin Man, I’d usually say ‘terribly,’” Sam said with a laugh, “but this girl seems to actually like him, so who the hell knows? I guess it depends on what time he comes home tonight… or tomorrow morning, doesn’t it?” 

Lily brought a hand to her mouth to stifle her gasp as she backed away from the entrance to the rec room. 

No. No, no, no, no, no, she thought. He wouldn’t do this, wouldn’t just start seeing someone without telling her, warning her, would he? 

So, she’d called him. 

“I promised Sam we’d do guys’ night,” he’d told her at brunch, the lie coming so smoothly off his lips. But she’d heard a woman’s voice on the line with him.

Lies.

And then, he’d snapped “I already told you what I was doing… You don’t have to keep checking up on me.” He’d never used that exasperated tone with her before. Never. And to just hang up on her, without even a proper goodbye?

She felt hurt. She felt betrayed. In their years of friendship, Bucky had never lied to her before, had he? And why? Why now? Who was this girl, and what was so fucking special about her that Bucky felt the need to lie to his best friend about her? 

Lily felt like she was going to be sick.

She needed to find out who this mystery woman was, immediately. And she needed to do everything in her power to make sure Bucky never saw her again.

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[obsessivestar]

'What If It's All A RomCom?' - a Ted Nivison x Reader.

{{-Story Description: You're a youtuber with a fairly decent following deciding to help your good friend Tanner with a minor film project, with you set as the leading lady. When the actor for the male lead is a no show, Ted takes up the role himself. One problem: This short film's a Rom Com, and you just met the guy.-}}

//18+, Def gonna be some smut. Reader is implied to be afab, under 5'5 and has specifically named friends, all who have no real connection to Ted.

This story will be in multiple chapters. Also gonna post this on Wattpad and Ao3 (when I figure them out LMAO) under the same username: ObsessiveStarla. Hope you enjoy :^)

Also idk how to do all the fancy Tumblr border stuff so sorry if it's all messy :^(((//

Word count: 2.3k

Chapter 1: No Show, No Movie.

I'm keeping my eye on the road, occasionally glancing at the GPS to make sure I can guide my buddy Tanner as he drives. We had quite an early morning to get to L.A., having been on the road for the last 2 hours to get to this airbnb we'll be staying at. Tanner's nearing the end of film school, so he's getting all his classmates and anyone else that's available and interested to help him with his big final project: A legit short film, filmed, written and directed by him. Having some experience with being on camera myself, he elected to make me part of the main cast. I don't mind at all, if it'll help him out. Even if it's a romantic comedy. I'll kiss some dude, get him that 100%. I'm excited for this.

"Has Conner messaged me at all?" Tanner asks, breaking the last 20 minutes of silence. I quit out of my daydream to check Tanner's messages. Other members of the crew have updated them on their location, including a name I don't recognize, but Conner hasn't responded at all.

"Nope. Mostly everyone else is nearly there though." I responded, lightly shrugging my shoulders. A humorous but knowing smirk creeps along the edges of my lips. "Think he slept in?" "I fucking hope not." Tanner huffs, his tone suggesting he's half-joking. "He is literally /the/ male lead. He's like one of the people I need there the most today."

I put the GPS back up on the screen and lay back against the passenger seat, slightly raising a brow to myself. What would happen if he's late, or doesn't show up at all? Could we even get a replacement in time? We only booked this place for the next couple weeks.

As we get off the highway and get even closer to our destination, I see a notification pop up on Tanner's phone, it's the name I don't recognize. Ted. He's not in our friend group and I don't recall Tanner mentioning him from class.

"Is Ted a new guy?" I ask, turning my head to Tanner. "Oh, no, he's like...a friend of a friend." Tanner pauses before reiterating "He's going to be the editor. He's a youtuber, like you; he went to film school as well."

"Oh. He's like the only name I didn't recognize."

"Yeah, he's a cool guy, no worries, he'll probably be there with me to help with the, yknow, directing too."

There's room for a response, but I don't continue the conversation. We don't have a lot of money to put into this, so that airBnb is also where we'll be filming everything. Most of the film crew and extra actors got their own accommodations elsewhere, but some of us will be staying /at that/ location itself. Wonder if that includes the editor? It'd be weird to share a house with a dude I didn't know, but if Tanner trusts him, I will as well. "I know where to go from here, let everyone know we'll be there soon."

I take Tanner's phone and let everyone know we're close by, including Ted, before setting the phone aside. Tanner pulls into what I thought was a street at first, only to notice its the driveway of the airbnb. Wild how we can't afford multiple sets and hotels, but can afford this villa-like estate for nearly a month. Hey, whatever works, right?

Tanner parks by the many other vehicles and grabs his phone before we both hop out. I can't help but look up at how tall the building is. It looks like one of those frat houses an influencer would own, like if you told me this was owned by fuckin' 'disney channel flow' Team 10, I would 100% believe you.

Tanner and I are greeted by most of the cast and crew as we approach the front door of the house, giving the appropriate hugs and handshakes as we head inside. That's when I spotted a tall man in a dark green sweater fixing up some professional looking cameras, dark hair slicked up to add to his already impressive height, with circular glasses to match the relaxed vibe I'm getting from him. To be fair, he only stands out so much to me because I don't recognize him. This must be Ted.

He looks up from his camera when he spots Tanner and I greeting the other crew members. I casually glance away to one of the pictures on the wall to avoid giving the impression I was staring. I have a habit of fixing my eyes onto people without realizing it.

"Traffic?" Is the first word I hear out of Ted's mouth, directed at Tanner. I don't really know what I was expecting to hear come out of this man, but it certainly wasn't a voice like that. It's strong, deep, almost fake sounding, like he's already playing a character, but no, that's just him.

"Dude, we passed by, like, 3 accidents" Tanner shakes his head slightly, putting his hands on his hips. "And Conner hasn't even gotten back to me, It's been an interesting morning."

As they have their conversation, my thoughts turn to a more curious nature as I contemplate what this guy actually does as a youtuber. If he went to film school as well, does he make long video essays? Commentary, like me?

"This is (Y/N), mine and Joe's friend." My thoughts are cut by the sound of my name, realizing Tanner was introducing me to Ted. Makes sense. We don't know each other. "She's gonna be the female lead."

"Ahhh okay, nice to finally meet you. I'm Ted." Ted personally greets me with a gentle handshake and a winning complexion. I return the handshake with a shy smile. "'Finally'?" I repeat to him, raising a slight brow.

"Yeah! Joe's told me about you, 'said you'd be shorter"

A sudden chuckle escapes me. Joe's my best friend and is part of the wardrobe team, of course he'd say something like that. "He's a dick.." I kid, shaking my head to myself. "You, on the other hand, are a fuckin' giant."

"Oh I know. I have to fuckin' duck down to get into any room upstairs. Tallhood ain't what its cut out to be" We both get a laugh out before Ted returns to setting up the cameras. I notice Tanner checking his phone again, visibly both anxious and frustrated.

"Man." Tanner speaks, seemingly thinking aloud. "Still nothing." "Isn't he the other lead?" Ted speaks as he moves to adjust the stand of one of the lights, glancing up through his round glasses. "I figured he'd be here first."

"He should've been here first." Tanner huffs, masking his clear frustration with a chuckle. "I-I don't know what I'm gonna do if he just doesn't show." "What would we have to do?" I tilt my head at Tanner, feeling a little anxious myself.

"I have no idea, honestly" Tanner responds, shaking his head. "At best, we'd have to find someone to take his place within the next, like, couple days. At worst, I'd have to cancel this whole thing."

I frown, trying to think of some helpful alternative in my head, but nothing comes up. I'd hate for everyone to have to go home, and getting the money back for the airbnb would be a hassle. We all pitched in for this place. As much as I've joked about it, it's pretty nice. 5 bedrooms, 3 bathrooms, half the place is a giant living room and there's even more outside. I'd hate to leave without getting to sleep in one of those giant beds. All I can do is hope for the best, I guess.

About an hour passes. At this point, everyone except Conner has shown up on set and most of us that will be on camera are fitted and ready. We had already read through the entire script together over Discord prior to getting here, so all we need to do is just start filming.

I'm refreshing my memory with the script when I hear a notification ping from Tanner's phone. It takes him less than a second to pick it up and look at the message, pausing to read it. I see his expression go from relief to uneasy, his thumbs tapping on his phone's keyboard louder than usual as he responds before setting his phone down and taking a deep breath.

"Conner can't make it."

Silence fills the room for a moment as everyone looks up from their tasks. I approach Tanner, script still on hand.

"What? What does he mean he can't make it?" I asked, honestly shocked with what I was hearing. "So, yknow how he's just...not been responding since we left?" Tanner asks, looking understandably annoyed.

"Yeah?"

"Apparently he ate some bad food last night and has been throwing up since 4am. We left at 5."

The only thing I can do is run my fingers through my hair in frustration. Dude probably ordered bad chicken or something. Of course. "So our main dude, THE male leading role or whatever, has food poisoning." I say that as a statement, but I'm honestly just so confused, I don't want to believe it. "What do we do now? Could we hire someone else in time?" "Even if we could, we wouldn't have time to get the chemistry built up between you two." Tanner shrugs. "There'd be no way of knowing if it'll work out."

"I'll do it."

Tanner and I turn our heads to Ted, who's joined in on the conversation shortly after assembling the last light. My first instinct is to let out a sigh of relief, but I steel myself, trying to really process what he's offering.

"You? You wanna be the male lead?" Tanner points at Ted, rather surprised he'd offer. Ted seemed to laugh at the expression on Tanner's face "What's that fuckin' look for? You think I can't be romantic, Tanner?" "No--" Tanner cackles, putting his palms up defensively as he laughed. "That's not it! I just-- you haven't read the script, and, yknow..." Tanner pauses, shrugging his shoulders and tilting his head in my direction. "You two just met, you'll have to, yknow--"

"'Yknow? Yknow?' I KNOW, Tanner. I. know." Ted begins to mock Tanner in a friendly manner while pointing at himself, his strong voice easily overpowering Tanner's timid tone. "I've been doin' this since you were in little baby diapers, alright? I can read the script, I can kiss the pretty lady, I got this!"

I suddenly feel a whole lot warmer, resisting the urge to put a hand to my cheek. I mean, I have blush on already, but now I'm definitely blushing. I'll have to kiss this guy?

I mean.

That ain't a bad thing.

That's a nice lookin' dude. I'd be blind not to see it.

But I did just meet him.

"I mean...." Tanner seems to be at a loss for words, glancing in my direction once more. I realize I've been one of the main talking pieces of this conversation, yet I haven't spoken a word. "Ah--I.." I stammer out what was meant to be a coherent response, realizing I'm a bit more sheepish about this than I thought I'd be. He called me pretty. I...don't know what to do with that. I can handle a compliment, sure, but this was...

"Hey, sorry, I don't wanna step over any lines..." Ted's smile faded after my lack of a response, resting his hands behind his back. "Oh no! I-I wouldn't mind it at all." I finally managed to speak up. I swear, I felt like a bashful damsel in those old transatlantic-accent films. "I mean, like, better this than sending everyone packing early, right?"

"Real flattering." Ted responded with a renewed smile and a chuckle, getting another sheepish blush from me. "Whatever works for everyone, I'm down for it."

Based on Tanner's knowing expression, I can tell he gathered something of use from whatever that exchange was. "I mean..." Tanner repeats again, as if to remind us he's also there with filler words before taking in a sharp breath of realization, or maybe it was one of acceptance, I couldn't tell. Either way, he had an idea. "OK, how about this: most of the crew didn't get breakfast on the way up here and we're all gettin' pretty hungry, we could use some caffeine. How about you two head back out and get everyone something from Dunkin' or wherever? Get talkin', see if it works."

"You setting us up on a breakfast run, or a date?" I collect myself fast enough to make a joke, actually getting a decent chuckle out of Ted. Part of me couldn't believe I had even made that joke aloud, I was also kind of genuinely asking. "I am testing the chemistry." Tanner clarified slowly with a half smile. "And I...don't want to do it myself."

Ted and I look at each other, giving me a brief moment to realize Ted's eyes are brown. Don't know why I've chosen to collect that information now. Just another observation I've made for the day.

...Man, I'm hungry.

"Alright, but I'm not driving your car." I agree with a shrug. "No need, I got my Tacoma." Ted responds, making a clicking noise with his mouth and gesturing me to follow him outside.

"You...have your city in Washington?" I ask genuinely, getting another laugh out of him, not intentionally this time. "Toyota Tacoma. My truck." He corrects me, guiding me to an old dark green pick-up truck. "I've had this baby since high school. Graduated with it."

"Ahh, your high school sweetheart. Lovely. Happy to meet her."

"Fuck off" Ted jokingly scoffs, hopping into the drivers seat. I have this big grin on my face as I get into the passenger side. He's giving me this...oddly comforting vibe. I can talk and joke with this guy so naturally, like I've known him for longer than an hour.

Somehow, I get the feeling we'll get along just fine, even if I'll end up having to kiss him once or twice this month....

....That's got me thinking, how many times am I kissing this guy again?

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|| Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 || Chapter 6 (smut) || Chapter 7 || Chapter 8 || Chapter 9 || Chapter 10 (smut) || Chapter 11 ||

[burning-academia-if]

Hello, I am mostly back and recovered at the time of writing this lol. June wasn't very productive writing wise (...for BA), which is fine because I needed that break! Look at everything I did do in June:

RELEASED CHAPTER 2 FINALLY

Spent like 2 weeks fixing bugs (dw chapter 3 I'll get beta readers so it doesn't happen again LOL)

Participated in the Raffle for Palestine + wrote and sent out the story to the winner!

Wrote about 5k words of Chapter 3

Wrote and edited Zoe's back story

Wrote most of Lars back story because I was inspired (sorry you won't get this until after Chapter 3 drops)

I'm pretty happy to have released Chapter 2! I'm gonna be honest, this felt like such a daunting release lol When I started BA, I was expecting no one to read it save for a handful of people and I'd just be chilling and writing mostly for myself like usual, so releasing it with over 1.5k followers was very daunting. With that said, I am glad people overall enjoyed the new chapter! The plan is for Chapter 3 not to take as long, but life is still hectic so we'll see. At the very least, it hopefully won't be any later then October (BA's one year anniversary month!).

I also just want to give another shout out to everyone who participated in the raffle for Palestine! Raising over two thousand euros in two weeks is still amazing to me, and I'm happy the IF community could come together like this to help out a cause! This was lowkey another thing I was nervous about since I've never really done anything that's felt like a personal commission before (asks definitely feel different lol), but other then my initial nerves the whole thing was a really nice experience!

Now, going into July, I want to focus on the UI updates I want to make. I have some things I want to shift around and change, and since coding is my biggest weakness I know it's one of those things I'm going to have to focus on. If things go well, I'm hoping to do a pure UI update by August. It'll mostly be the menu pages (achievements/stats/relationships/etc), but there are a few other things I want to add in and adjust outside of it. As for Zoe's backstory, that should be out soon, so keep an eye out of that! Finally, I also might not be too active in July. For personal reasons, July is always a hard month for me. Hopefully it isn't obvious, but just in case I'm not around as much as usual, that's why!

OH and before I forget, here's this month's chapter preview ft Angry Rook:

Lastly, I made the questionable decision to make a side IF. Updates will be very sporadic since BA is and will always be my main project until its completion. But if you want to follow it, it's To Taste Sweet Silver. An 18+ gaslamp fantasy about trying to steal the Fruit of the Old Gods in order to bring the world to an end. It's a little more niche I think, but feel free to check it out! The demo shouldn't take too long to get out since I did accidentally write most of opening already.

[filmflowersbangtan]

I Must Still Want You pt. 2

pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: angst (so. much. angst) | smut

word count: 4k

warnings: rough sex | infidelity | explicit sex scene | I'm so sorry in advance if I make some of you angry with this one. I promise it'll get better in future chapters.

author's note: hey...I'm back. I have so much in store. I know I've said it before and then I disappeared again, but I finally left a toxic relationship that had me in a writer's rut for a very long time and I also stopped following BTS for a while. But then they all came out with their incredible solos, and V's "Layover" was so beautiful it had stirred up so many ideas. It also somehow aligns with this story so well, so I couldn't help myself. I'm really proud of this one. I put so much heart and soul into this. This is not the end of this series.

part i | part iii

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At first, Taehyung understood. The excuses as to why you couldn’t come home for the holidays, why you couldn’t come home for his birthday, why he couldn’t come visit. Art school was difficult, adjusting to California was difficult, but making friends was easy. Making friends had always been easy for you. You and your mom were on bad terms, that’s why you couldn’t come home. You had deadlines and couldn’t afford distractions, that’s why Taehyung couldn’t come visit.

Then there were the arguments after Taehyung lost all his patience with you. And then the texts and phone calls became more and more infrequent until there were none at all. Taehyung’s calls went to voicemails, his messages echoed in a chamber of emptiness.

Months passed by like this, with Taehyung only knowing you were alive through news from your mom, whose lawn he mowed and driveway he shoveled. He sat with her sometimes for coffee. He didn’t dare going into your room again after he saw that your mother transformed it, pushing an untouched treadmill in the same corner your bed used to be.

And then, about a year after the two of you unofficially broke up, you posted on Instagram. A man was kneeling before you as you wore a stunning dress Taehyung had never see you wear before. An expensive dress. There were letters hung behind the two of you in the background. Taehyung stopped breathing. The letters read:

Will you marry me?

Still not breathing, he swiped right to see another picture of your left hand—a hand he used to hold so much he could still feel the ghost of its warmth—displaying a gaudy engagement ring encrusted with a sickening number of diamonds. The camera’s flash made them glimmer in a way that made Taehyung nauseous.

Despite everything, Taehyung had been taking the unofficial breakup well. He never said anything about it to your mother although he desperately wanted to understand why you stopped talking to him or know if she knew. He didn’t rot in bed. He didn’t stop photography. While you had been gone, he discovered a newfound love of singing and his roommate Jungkook was a small-time producer and part-time DJ, and through him Taehyung had virtually unlimited access to a studio. Instead of succumbing into a debilitating depression, Taehyung worked on his very first EP. He had finished a few days before the Instagram post. He was going to send it to you. He knew you were going to love it. Maybe it would even make you speak to him.

But the post.

Taehyung dropped his phone on his bed and steadily walked to the bathroom, breathing through his nose. An ugly surge of emotion ravished him. He thought he was going to cry, but when he closed the door behind him, he stumbled to the toilet. And vomited.

Jungkook rushed in, his headphones dangling from around his neck, concern stretched across his face. “Bro, you good? It sounds like you’re dying.”

Taehyung wiped his mouth with the back of his wrist. His eyes and throat burned. Thick snot crept down his lips. He wasn’t going to cry, but seeing Jungkook standing there pummeled him. His dear friend who didn’t even know Taehyung had been going through a breakup. How was he going to explain this? He couldn’t. He dropped his head back into the toilet bowl and heaved.

Later, after Taehyung cleaned himself up and Jungkook sat him down on the couch with a cup of water, he told Jungkook everything.

Jungkook had been quiet the entire time, nodding to let Taehyung know that he was listening. But when Taehyung finished, gesturing to his phone because he couldn’t speak the words “she’s engaged,” Jungkook looked at the post himself.

A brief and subtle expression flickered across his face as he swiped. It was there and then it was gone, only noticeable in the slight tremble in the eyebrows and the momentary clench of the jaw. He looked up at Taehyung whose eyes were rimmed in red and whose hands were quivering as he dabbed at his nose with a napkin.

With a venom that Taehyung did not know his roommate possessed, Jungkook said, “That bitch.”

--

After grieving for a month, Taehyung pulled himself out of bed. He went to a party where Jungkook was DJing and downed shot after shot of anything anyone would hand him. He blacked out and woke up in his own bed wearing the same sweaty clothes from the night before, feeling like hell. He looked at his text messages to make sure that he didn’t say anything fucked up to anyone and noticed your contact at the top.

Of course, he reached out to you. How embarrassing. He cringed, afraid to read what he said, but all he sent was a link to his EP. Somehow, that was worse. He absolutely wanted to die.

And of course, you didn’t respond.

--

A year stuttered by. Sometimes when Taehyung looked in the mirror, he didn’t recognize himself. He was dirty blond now and handsome and miserable. He had slept with so many people in the last few months—girls, mostly but sometimes guys, too. He had had so many threesomes that he’d lost count. People on campus knew who he was now. He had gone from having one friend in his first year of college to becoming a name that people sighed dreamily as they said it.

Still nothing from you.

And then, one morning while nursing a hangover at the dining table in his shared apartment with Jungkook, a text from your mom. Maybe he was reading into it, but there was a tone of sadness in the wording, possibly regret. It said:

Y/N is back in town. Her grandmother died last week and the funeral is Friday. Please come if you feel comfortable. If you don’t, I understand.

There it was again. That roiling sensation inside of him. That urgent need to vomit.

The first time he had a threesome with Jungkook, he couldn’t perform. He had fumbled to the bathroom, his pants undone, and hurled into the toilet until the girl left. He had thought Jungkook would be pissed, but instead he sat on the bathroom floor with him in silence.

Now, Jungkook paused, a spoonful of cereal and milk halfway to his mouth. “I know that look,” he said. “What happened?”

Taehyung cleared his throat. “Y/N’s grandmother died.”

Jungkook wrinkled his nose. “So? Fuck her and her grandma.”

In other circumstances, Taehyung would've laughed. He couldn’t. He was too numb. “I liked her grandma when we were little. She used to make homemade blackberry jam and watch our stupid choreographies that we made up.”

Jungkook’s expression softened. He lowered the spoon. “I take that back about the grandma, but still fuck that bitch. Y/N, not the grandma.”

Now Taehyung mustered up a halfhearted chuckle that could’ve been a genuine laugh had the thought of you being in town—not in California—not robbed him of any sense of humor.

Jungkook hated seeing Taehyung like this because there was nothing he could do to help. “Don’t go to that funeral,” was all he said. It wasn’t a command. His voice was pleading. “Seeing her will only fuck you up. And what if she’s with—”

Taehyung closed his eyes as if expecting a blow. He hadn’t realized he was crying until warm teardrops slid down his face and into his mouth.

--

He went to the funeral. Your parents embraced him when they saw him. Individually, of course. Your dad remarried. He had stepchildren. Taehyung thought you probably hated it if you even still talked to him. The idea of someone else being frozen out of your life and not just him slightly comforted him. Slightly.

It was a beautiful day out—early summer, bright blue sky, cool breeze—but Taehyung was cold. And you hadn’t arrived yet.

“She slept in,” your mother said. “She hadn’t been feeling the best ever since she landed yesterday. She should arrive soon.”

An Uber arrived, and the back door opened. Taehyung held his breath.

You stepped out. You were so familiar yet you were a stranger. Your hair was longer, fuller. You were wearing a form-fitting black dress and red-bottomed heels. A designer bag dangled from the crook of your elbow. Large, expensive sunglasses obscured your eyes. Your lips were painted red.

The Uber departed before Taehyung realized you came alone.

You sauntered in his direction. He was breathless as he watched you move. Did you always walk like that? With such an elegant sway? Or was that new? A by-product of your reinvented life.

He realized that he was not your target. He was standing with your parents and your stepmother you probably hated. Except you didn’t hate her because she was the first you hugged. Then your dad. Then your mother. Then—

“Tae.”

He blinked. He could hear the blood rushing through his ears. Feel the bile rising in his throat. He cleared it behind a polite fist before croaking your name in return.

Then, very cautiously, you pulled him into a hug. He felt everyone’s eyes on the both of you. You were making him into a spectacle, and he hated it. In that moment, he realized he hated you. But his arms were stiff at his sides and when he became aware of that, he lifted them to pat you on the back.

“I know how much you loved her,” you said when you released him.

He blinked, not understanding. “I’m sorry, what?”

“My grandmother.”

His face felt hot. Jungkook was right. He shouldn’t have come. He had never once wanted to hurt a woman before, especially not you. But he wanted so badly to strangle you. To make you feel what it’s like to have your throat full of heartbreak. But he pushed a smile onto his red face. “Yes. My condolences.”

“Thank you for coming,” you said.

I hate you.

Taehyung nodded, and without meaning to, glimpsed at your left hand. The ring was still there. You were still engaged. But you returned home without a fiancé.

I hate you.

--

After the funeral, there was a gathering at your dad and stepmom’s house. Taehyung wasn’t going to go, but he couldn’t bring himself not to. He wanted to keep looking at you, breathing the same air as you, and wondering if you had listened to his EP.

But for the most part, he was just wandering around the beautiful countryside home as awkwardly as he had been at the party in middle school where he had first seen you kissing a boy on the porch. Except this time, you were getting married. You were getting fucking married.

At least at a funeral it wasn’t odd to cry. He went outside to do it.

He sat on the front porch steps and loosened his tie. No one came out to bother him. He was good at being invisible. Especially to you.

The front door behind him opened. The sound of heels approached him but stopped a few paces away.

Neither of you said anything. He quietly wiped away angry tears.

“I don’t expect forgiveness,” you said.

He wanted to scream. “Not here. Please.”

“I booked a hotel. Let’s talk at the bar there. You look like you could use a drink.”

Taehyung closed his eyes. “Was that a joke?”

“Yes. But I could use a drink, too.”

Taehyung dropped his head in his hands. “I shouldn’t have come.” He stood up and walked to his car. You didn’t follow. Didn’t beg. He grabbed the handle of the driver’s side door and looked at you from over the roof of the car. You were still standing on the porch, your hands delicately interlaced in front of you. You weren’t wearing your sunglasses, but he couldn’t see your eyes from where he stood.

Who were you?

He yanked the door open and got in the car. His phone vibrated when he started the ignition. You had sent him a text with an address and a time.

“Fuck you,” he whispered. “Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you.”

--

He arrived thirty minutes late. You were sipping a purple-colored cocktail at a secluded table. God, you looked so good. He hated it.

“I would’ve understood if you hadn’t showed,” you said, expressionless.

He hesitated before sitting down, considering leaving. When he did sit, you said, “I really like your hair. It complements your skin tone.”

“Fuck you,” he said.

“I deserve that.”

“Fuck you.”

“What are you drinking nowadays? It’s on me.”

The bile was threatening to choke him. He swallowed thickly. His voice trembled as he said, “What do you want from me? You don’t fucking care about me. All you care about it—I don’t know what you care about. You’re such a—”

A drink appeared before him. “I already ordered for you. I hope you don’t mind whiskey. It’s top shelf so you most likely won’t have a hangover.”

“I don’t want—”

“I listened to it.”

Taehyung stopped.

“It was beautiful. It was so fucking beautiful. When do you sing? And like that? Oh, my God.”

Now Taehyung was crying again. He downed his drink. You gestured something to the waitress and another whiskey appeared before him. Taehyung said, “Why are you doing this to me? What have I done to deserve this?”

You touched his hand. He flinched away as if burned. “I dropped out of college a couple of years ago. I was homeless. And then I met a guy who fixed all of that.”

“Such bullshit.” But Taehyung knew you were genuine. You were never a liar.

“Not bullshit,” you said gently. “I was embarrassed. Who flunks art school? But I was intimidated being surrounded by all of those freakishly talented people. I didn’t fit in. But you would’ve sure as hell did. Your photos, Tae—”

“Don’t call me that.”

“I’m sorry.” You took a sip of your drink and looked away before continuing, “You are so talented. And then that fucking album—”

“EP.”

You glared at him. “Now it is my turn to say fuck you.”

“Get to the point.”

“I wasn’t measuring up. I dropped out before I got expelled. Mom wanted me to come home, but I couldn’t. I didn’t want to. I love California. I slept on some friends’ couches for a few months, working odd jobs—bartending, dogwalking, commission stuff. I had no idea what I was doing or where I was going.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” “I was embarrassed, Tae. And then you kept pestering me about wanting to see me and—”

“Pestering? You think so lowly of me?” “That’s what it felt like at the time. I had so much going on in my head—”

“But not so much that you still had room to go and fuck someone else before even breaking up with me.”

You finished your drink. “I didn’t fuck anyone.”

Taehyung had no response.

“I met a guy while bartending. He was rich. And kind. And I was very poor and lonely.”

“And he swept you off your feet," he said with betrayal in his voice.

“No. But his tips were nice. They were big enough to feed me for a couple of weeks. And then he would take me out to dinners. Next thing I know he’s buying me an apartment and a car and a dog and a life.”

Taehyung’s eyes were wet with fresh tears. He couldn’t look at you. “I wanted a life with you. I could’ve helped you.”

“With what money, Taehyung? All you would’ve done was spend way too much money on a one-way ticket and be stuck there with me.”

He had nothing to say to that. He downed his drink. “That doesn’t explain not telling me a fucking thing. Not even a goodbye.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Do you love him?”

You sighed.

Taehyung clenched his hands into fists under the table. He repeated, “Do you love him?”

Another purple drink appeared in front of you. The waitress flitted away, sensing the tension.

Finally, you said, “I think I could learn to. Someday.”

He blew out the breath he’d been holding and ran his fingers through his hair. He looked out the window at the pool. So still, so blue. So beautiful. He thought of California. He thought of the song on his EP, “For Us.” He wanted to fucking drown you.

In a soft, broken voice, he said, “I have loved you for my entire life. My entire life. Just wasted.”

You didn’t say anything. You just simply stared out the window with him. And then for the first time that entire day, you began to sob.

He didn’t dare look at you. He didn’t want to empathize with you. What for? But hearing you cry silently, seeing your shoulders shake with each sob in his peripheral vision…

Before he could say anything, you were already cleaning yourself up, dabbing under your eyes with a neatly folded napkin. “Should we go up to my suite for some privacy? I fucking hate crying in public.”

--

The suite was gorgeous. He didn’t know something so extravagant existed in his hometown.

“I need to get out of this dress. It’s not really my style,” you said, delicately removing your heels.

Taehyung looked away. For some reason, seeing you do that simple action made his heart ache.

You disappeared into the bathroom after telling him to make himself comfortable. He instead opted to stand around, unsure of what to do with his hands. Then you called his name from the other room, needing help with the dress.

“The zipper,” you said. “It was hell putting this thing on by myself. Can you unzip it for me?”

The bathroom was all marble and glass. Taehyung felt like there were a dozen versions of the both of you reflected around him. You were trying to catch his eyes in the mirror, but he purposefully avoided you. He focused on keeping his hands still as he stood behind you and reached up to grasp the tiny zipper at the nape of your neck.

The sound of the dress unzipping made his dick throb as longingly as his heart. You were fucking with him. You had to be.

But he wasn’t the same Taehyung that you left behind at the airport. Not at all. He was going to show you.

The zipper ended right at the top of your tailbone. You let the dress fall to the floor.

“You said you didn’t fuck anyone?” Taehyung said, voice gruff with want. He could feel himself hardening.

You were breathing slightly faster. You wanted him, too. This time, he allowed your gaze to meet each other’s in the mirror. You said, “Just myself. I never let him touch me, Tae. I don’t love him.”

He ran his hand up your leg, up your ass, traced the line of your back with a steady finger. He was no longer nervous. Fucking was what he was good at. And he wanted to fuck you until you regretted ever leaving him. Until you rued the day you said yes to that stupid fucking engagement.

He stopped his hand at the base of your neck. You stood still, breath shallow. Waiting. Wanting. You were probably so wet for him already, but you would have to wait.

He pressed himself against you so that you could feel how hard he was for you. A moan stuttered out of your throat. He clenched your neck from behind and shoved you forward, bending you over the sink. With swift fingers, he undid his belt, lowered his pants, pushed down his briefs. His cock sprang free, swollen with a two year long need for you, beaded with precum.

You shimmied out your underwear. With two fingers, he felt the velvety skin of your pussy lips. He was right, you were so fucking wet for him. You arched your back and shivered at his touch.

Your eyes met in the mirror again. Yours were heavy-lidded with desire, lips red like Marilyn Monroe. He wanted that lipstick smeared all over your face and all over his cock when he was done with you. His own eyes were low lidded as well. He grinned at you before he entered you. He didn’t want to take it slow, and he didn’t.

He fucked you like you were water, and he hadn’t drunk anything in days. You were a mess, clawing at the marble countertop like it would give you stability. Your moans were so fucking hot. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked your head back so that his lips were at your ear.

“You’re mine, do you hear me? This pussy is mine.”

You tried to say “Yes, daddy,” but your eyes were fluttering and rolling and Taehyung was fucking you so good you couldn’t get a word out. He slapped your ass and you gasped.

“Fuck you,” he said but he didn’t mean it. He didn’t mean it at all.

He felt himself getting carried away and pulled out. You squirmed at the lack of him, begging for more. He didn’t want to admit he almost came. Sex hadn’t felt this good in years. Both of you were breathless, filling the room with your panting. But he wasn’t done with you yet. And you knew. You smiled at him, big and beautiful, and Taehyung almost came right then and there.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he said.

Your pupils were dilated, your face was glimmering with sweat, your hair was a mess. You were so beautiful Taehyung wanted to fucking cry.

And then he was. “Fuck you,” he said, but he meant it this time.

You unclasped your bra and dropped it to the floor. Then you were on your knees before him, using that expensive dress as a cushion against the marble. You took all of him in your mouth, slowly, never losing eye contact. Your mouth was warm and wet and your breasts looked amazing, the nipples hard. You noticed him looking and pinched the nipple of your left breast as you sucked him off, using your right hand to jerk him in and out of your mouth. You were an expert with your tongue, paying close attention to the head of his cock. And then when he felt the back of your throat, he squeezed his eyes shut and grasped a handful of your hair again, this time to keep himself steady.

“Ah, fuck,” he whimpered. “Where? Where do you want me to cum?” He made the mistake of looking at you again, your mouth smeared crime-scene red.

You smiled at him like a good girl, like you didn’t have a spit stretching from your lips to his cock like party streamers. “On my face,” you said.

He didn’t hesitate.

When he finished convulsing the final streams of cum onto your pretty face, he stood there, face flushed and veins straining from his neck as reality crept back into his bones like a winter’s chill. He was disgusted with himself. He was angry with you.

“You’re fucking engaged,” he said, cleaning himself up. “Oh fuck. I’m such a fucking idiot.” He hastily threw on his clothes. Ran his hands through his hair to look somewhat presentable and not like he just face fucked someone’s fiancé.

You were extremely calm and still extremely naked. Taehyung realized belatedly that you hadn’t come yet. Good, he thought. You don’t deserve that release.

He finished dressing as you started washing your face. He went to leave but then stopped at the door. He didn’t turn to look at you, but he said, “You’re an awful person, Y/N. I hope you know that.”

Taehyung left the bathroom and was halfway to the suite’s door when he heard you say meekly as if to yourself, “I do.”

--

[seventeenficsformalereader]

See you again ; Huening Kai

Being far from your loved one can be hard :(

Genre : Fluff

Warnings : None

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Huening Kai sighed as he turned to his other side and didn't see him lover next to him. He's on tour at the moment and they are far in Belgium while his soulmate M/N is all the way back in Korea, waiting for Huening Kai's return. He was feeling a bit down since they have been on tour for a month already and they will be for a bit more time. It'll take atleast 6 months until he can see his lover in person again.

Huening Kai took his phone and messaged M/N

Hyuka <3 : "Miss you :( Wish you were here"

M/N : "Don't say that or you'll make me sad too :(("

Hyuka <3 : "I can't help it if I'm feeling lonely without you"

M/N : "Well I think I'm worth waiting for"

Huening Kai smiled at the text then sent one more text

Hyuka <3 : "You are more worth than anything in this world, my love <3"

Huening Kai smiling at his phone peaked Yeonjun's interest "Who are you texting? You seem happy?" Yeonjun asked and Huening Kai rolled his eyes "No one" He answered and put his phone down.

"No one, huh?" Yeonjun asked and looked at Kai with a raised eyebrow. Huening Kai nodded and sighed. Yeonjun smirked and quickly snatched Huening Kai's phone "YAH! GET BACK HERE! GIVE IT BACK!" Kai yelled and went after Yeonjun, who had began to run away "A new message from 'M/N' AND A HEART EMOJI?! Who's that!?" Yeonjun teased and Huening Kai tackled Yeonjun on the ground, not too hard, but it hurt a bit "No one! Give it back" Kai said and took his phone back

"What are you doing?" Soobin asked after walking out of his room "Why are you on the floor?" he asked a follow up question "Kai has a secret lover" Yeonjun teased and Huening Kai hit him on the arm "He's no one!" Kai said and stood up "No one huh?" Soobin asked "He?" Beomgyu asked from behind them. He had heard the conversation. "No one!" Huening Kai repeated annoyed.

"Come on. You can tell us! We're not mad" Yeonjun reassured and looked at Huening Kai "And sorry for taking you phone" he added and smiled, also standing up now.

Huening Kai thought for a moment, reading the text from M/N that said "I'm actually gonna cry, I miss you so much" and then sighed "Fine... I have a boyfriend. His name is M/N. We have been dating for a year already" Huening Kai explained "And you told us now only?" Beomgyu said and raised an eyebrow "Give him a break, it can be quite hard telling such a thing. Does the company know?" Soobin asked and Kai shook his head "We agreed that we keep it a secret. Exception is telling you guys." Huening Kai explained and the rest nodded.

"When can we see him?" Yeonjun asked curiously and Huening Kai shrugged "Well were not gonna be back in Korea for some time." Huening Kai said and sighed "Do you have a photo?" Beomgyu asked and Huening Kai shook his head "I mean I do. But... It's not so family friendly." Huening Kai admitted and Soobin looked at Kai with a raised eyebrow "Do not tell us more" Yeonjun said and Kai smiled "Wasn't planning on" He said and laughed softly. "You seriously don't have photos of him?" Beomgyu asked confused and Huening Kai smiled. "He doesn't like being in photos"

But he couldn't wait to introduce his boyfriend to the members. He knew that his members would love M/N, and would support the relationship, and definitely keep it a secret.

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A/N : I'm sorry it's so short😭

[magebunkshelf]

Hey, quick update on a few things - it's been far too long! Sorry for the wait everyone!

- AUDIOS -

I've teased in a few places that the next audio will be Vampire Hunter 5. I'm gonna have to bump that audio back one in the queue. For reasons I don't want to spoil, this audio is a pretty big project and coincides with some stuff, it's going to need a little bit longer in the oven. So it's taken me a little bit longer than I'd have liked but I've brought forward another audio in the meantime, currently planning for that to go up on Friday! It's a part 2 to a fan-favourite, though it'll also work as a standalone, I really hope you enjoy it! Vamp Hunter 5 will be the next audio after that instead! ^ ^

Apologies for the wait on this after teasing it, but after the hiatus being out of the country I didn't want to go even longer without posting. Thank you for your patience <3

- LIVESTREAMS -

I wanted to try out streaming every weekend, but at the same time I'm anxious about streaming too often on the channel when it takes longer to make audios. I'm considering switching streaming over to Twitch (currently twitch.tv/magebunkshelf but I may change usernames in the future), so that way I can stream whenever I like without filling an audio RP-centric channel with videogame streams. I'm planning on running a test stream there after this audio is done and if all goes well moving the Majora's Mask playthrough over there. Not currently certain what I'll do with the VoDs but I don't think I'll post them onto this channel. I think moving forward it might make sense to keep Mage Bunkshelf the audio channel and Mitch the Raccoon VTuber as distinct entities. I don't want to annoy people who subscribed for audios by blasting them with livestreams.

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[angelyuji]

heyy guyss... how y'all doing.... anyway here are some elias thoughts sorry if these are ooc... i havent listened to tma in a month and im on episode 161...

tw // spoilers for tma, creepy boss bouchard, nothing too crazy actually which is new for me lol

im watching smallville and catching up on another podcast and also taking 3 summer classes.... what if i kms guys... jk ;)

also hey babe this is for u @soupyboiii

the only way to meet elias is if you work at the archives. so the very first time you meet him is at your job interview. he's not creepy in a pervy sort of way but creepy in a... horror movie kinda way lol you felt like he was staring into your soul but he was hot so you forgave him.

you sit patiently, waiting to be called. you needed the job, with your savings account running low and your degree being of no use, you’d be willing to get on your knees and beg for a job. ‘if im gonna beg, i hope he’s hot at least.’

“(y/n) (l/n)?” you look up to see him. ‘oh fuck, he is hot’ he tilts his head at you and you jump up.

“hi! mr. bouchard, right?” you reach out your hand to shake and he takes it. his hand was cold and you felt a chill go down your spine. he doesn’t move, keeping your hand in place. you feel an uncomfortable prickling on the back of your neck.

“follow me.” he smiles and lets go of your hand. you follow into his office. he gestures to a chair in front of his desk. once you were both settled in, he looks over your file and gives you a once-over. “what made you want to work here?”

‘crushing loans’ “honestly, i’ve always wanted to work at a library! it’s very peaceful and i love to be surrounded by books, so when i saw the job listing, i knew i had to apply.” you smile.

he hums, “would you want to work with people or be down in the archives?”

you pause to think, ‘i’d rather work with people than a dingy basement, i guess…’ “i’d rather work with people. i’ve had a lot of-”

he interrupts you, “i’m glad to hear. do you have any other questions?”

‘are you married? do you date younger people?’ “i can’t think of anything right now.” you smile and shrug, sheepishly. he gives you an unnerving smile and you can feel your smile falter.

“you’re perfect.”

you rarely see him after that interview and the few times you do see him, it'll be glimpses of him leaving his office to meet the archival team or back.

in my mind, the day that like really sets him forward on persuing you would be like a one-on-one performance review or smth like that (im definitely not taking this from a fanfic i started and never finished or posted)

he listens to you talk about how much you love the job and get into your head to actually see what you mean... and what you mean is "i wanna fuck this guy". that piques his interest so he asks you the million dollar question.

"would you like to work in the archives? i think they could really use your skills down there." elias stares you down.

"sorry, what?" you were surprised at the offer. you hadn't said anything about wanting to work there, happy and content with your currect position and paycheck.

"of course, you would get a raise and a couple of other benefits, but i would love to work more closely with you (y/n)." he stands and moves in front of his desk, leaning against the table.

'more... closely....' your thoughts run wild as you feel heat creep up your cheeks. "i'm not sure how i could help, mr. bouchard." you wring your hands in your lap. elias leans down to grab your hands, softly. you feel his breath on your neck as he leans to whisper in your ear.

"please, love, call me elias."

need him!!!!

he kinda reminds me of william afton like when i think of boss willy i think of elias

except boss willy afton creep factor leans more to pervert while elias creep factor leans more into mysterious boss who also raises the hair on the back of your neck yk? iykyk as they say

anyway thats all i can think of rn bye :)

[kimmiessimmies]

Make this night count...

"Look at all the colours! Isn't it pretty, James?"

"Very. The view is great from up here."

"It was a good idea to book this room for tonight."

"I'm full of good ideas."

"We have made things difficult for her this year, haven't we, James?"

"For whom, lovely?"

"Our author. This. Us. It was never part of her plan, was it?"

"No, but, haven't we also made things great for her?"

"Yes, I think so."

"Well, we've made things great for us, either way, Sade."

"Cheers to that, lovely."

"Sade..."

"Hmm...?"

"You wouldn't let me kiss you under the mistletoe because of where it might lead, but... since we're here now... Will you let me kiss you for New Year's?"

"Umm... No, I don't think so...

"Oh... Sorry..."

"I'm not going to let you kiss me for New Year's, James, because I'm going to kiss you first."

"Wha..."

"Happy New Year, you."

"Happy New Year, my girl..."

......

....

...

"James?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you think she'll let us be together in the new year?"

"We'll have to see, love... Let's make this night count while we're here..."

My dear followers,

This year has been very... intense... for me. I already wrote a long post about my mental health struggles, which put a huge stamp on my year. However, 2023 will also forever be the year I went back to my Sims, back to my stories, and back to Tumblr.

I spent five years away. Both because real life took over and because I had gotten into a rut with my Sims and the story. I never forgot them, though, and never stopped loving them. And suddenly, somewhere in February, it clicked. Everything fell into place, and I knew where I wanted to go with it all. In fact, it was this boy up here, my dearest James, who pulled me back. His story was suddenly clear as day to me. But how to begin? So, in March, I decided to just start writing. Then, I dusted off my game, found that all shortcuts and cheats were apparently in my muscle memory, and started shooting pictures to go with what I had written. And once I got going, I didn't stop. Everything I wrote in 2023 (and that's a lot!) even if it seemed unrelated, was geared towards James's story and the big moment that still lies ahead. However... As I've emphasised several times by now, I didn't account for this girl... So now it's like James said, "We'll have to see."

Coming back to my story brought me so much this year; I went from gameplay-based to story-based and found out how much I truly LOVE writing and how much it helps me, especially now that I'm going through rough times. Encouraged and inspired by someone dear to me, my story gained a title and came to Tumblr in full. I learnt to not only accept the benefits of poses, but how incredibly enhancing they can be to bring my ideas to life when used right. I reconnected with old contacts and made new connections too, some of whom proved to be true friends outside of this Tumblr/Sims world too. I've loved getting caught up on the stories I used to follow and discovering new ones. I've been amazed at how good CC has become in five years and pleasantly surprised to see there's still a good crowd playing TS3 in addition to the great things some of you are doing with TS4. All of this has been bright spots in my darkness.

And now we're entering 2024. I hope it will be light and bright for all of us. May the good days outnumber the bad ones and may we continue to feel the joy these little pixel-people bring us. Happy New Year to you and yours.

Much love. ❤️

-Kim

P.s. I know, I know; Some of you are now very disappointed you didn't get to see James and Sadie "making the night count." Just for all of you filthy animals I have one more post in this non-canon series set to go. Be forewarned; this one is very NSFW (And Not Suitable To View At New Year's Parties With Lots Of People Around) and will be labelled mature. I also have a sneaking suspicion it'll take Tumblr about 3 seconds to take it down, so I have an alternative post with Pillowfort link waiting in the wings. Going live as the the New Year hits where I am, at midnight GMT+1. See them making the night count by clicking here!

[everydayyoulovemeless]

Hello! I hope youre doing well and you're having a good day! I had quite a request but I'm not sure if you write stuff like that, What do you think of Joshua Graham with a male courier?

Considering Joshua is a mormon (We don't exacly know how christianity looks like in the wasteland or if its even simular to how it works now.) you whould Imagine he whould be more reserved(?) about it, or maybe even be somewhat against it. But then as strict as the legion was with homosexuality they still allowed it as long as the men in the relationship had children otherwise they whould be punished.

I'm interested what's your opinion on the matter or if you have any headcanons for it, whould Joshua be somewhat ashamed and maybe even slightly hide his relationship from people back in New Caanan (If he even returns there? Not sure) or whould he simply not care and maybe even base it slightly on his legion views that he claims he abandoned even if you can see in his actions in game that well he hasn't.

So sorry this ask is so long and I'm not too good at speaking english since it's not my first language, I'm always just really curious on this subject since everyone has a diffrent opinion on it!

Joshua Graham With A M!Courier

➼ Word Count » 0.7k ➼ Warnings » slight homophobia? ➼ Genre » Romantic ➼ A/N » This was so fun to write! Thank you for requesting it!

He definitely has some hesitance toward it. He was one of the ones who helped invent the anti-homosexuality rule in the Legion and still has a strong inner feeling of it being culturally wrong, although, he can't deny what he feels toward you.

It'll take him some time to warm up the idea. You'll notice that he goes off on his own a lot more than he usually would. It's mainly just so he can think as he walks around Zion, wanting to be alone in these moments of self-reflection.

Joshua is angry that he doesn't know how to feel about the matter. He wants to go against everything Ceasar used to preach about, but he's not sure how his family and the other natives would take it. Does God find it just? Would any of his loved ones agree with it? Does he even agree with it?

It won't take long before he makes his way straight to Daniel, with questions he never thought he'd have to ask.

Daniel would be a bit more forthcoming with his opinion, telling him that "the Lord only takes issue with those who harm his land and people".

He'd be a lot more private about your relationship than he would've been if you were a female. He doesn't mean for it to be rude, he's still just not entirely sure how he's religiously supposed to feel about the entire thing. No one in New Canan has ever explored the idea, so he's got no role model to follow in terms of what's expected of him in a situation like this.

One of his biggest qualms is deciding who does what. Joshua has always had the idea of a traditional marriage, but what's he supposed to do with a husband? Do you both provide? Or does one of you play the role of the "wife"? It's one of the things he'll want to work out with you as you both move forward.

Communication is big with him. He genuinely does want to try and make this work, but sometimes it feels like he's just stumbling in the dark. If you have any advice for him on how to feel less awkward around you romantically, please tell him, he wants to show he cares about you, but he can't if you don't tell him how.

Although he might not show very much PDA, you'll notice him being way more affectionate behind closed doors. Holding his hands over yours as you pray, rubbing circles into your shoulders, and even leaving small kisses over the palms of your hands. He tries not to do anything that would undermine you being a man, but he also desperately wants to show that he cares.

Religion will always play a big role in his life, nothing about that will ever change. Being new to this type of relationship, he wants to know more about your thoughts on Mormonism or how the two of you can better understand one another. Honesty is huge with him, just be upfront and tell him what you're looking for.

There'll be times when he refers to you as his 'friend' instead of his 'boyfriend', but it's mainly due to him still getting used to being open about your relationship. It scares him to think others might look down on him because of who he loves, and he doesn't want people to think any less of him than they might already.

He also might be a little pushier with you being a part of his religion, wanting you to get baptized as soon as possible if you're not already.

His heart races a lot when he and you are alone together. He always remembers the Legion and what they'd do to him if they ever found out. It makes your entire affair feel more exciting. Being with you makes him feel rebellious, a foreign feeling that he'll only accept for this particular situation.

If you both manage to make it to see your one-year anniversary, he'll carve a wooden cross out for you to wear as a necklace. (again, a little pushy with his religion, but he means well).

He ends up going to Daniel a lot for direction throughout the whole ordeal. He's constantly checking in to make sure God would be accepting of what he's doing, and Daniel's always there to reassure and talk him through it.

Out of a hatred for the Legion, and want to change, he'd be willing to try the relationship out and hope that God will lead him down his intended path. He prays for guidance in figuring out what is right for him and his future.

[itsawhumpsideblog]

The Safehouse, pt. 16

CW: for institutionalized slavery, mentions of abuse, treatment of people as things, medical details (some here, more next time)

Advice from the Box Boy Liberation Movement:

Although your contacts are available to offer assistance 24/7, you are best positioned to advocate for your rescuees' needs. However, it is also true that connecting rescuees with the services they need presents a unique challenge. Many services are more difficult to access without the identification and documentation available to free people. One of the most challenging parts of your job, from an administrative perspective, is balancing the needs of your rescuees with the constraints inherent to having those needs met in secret.

The night of Mikey's fall, once the rescuees were safely in bed, Angie went downstairs, cried into Tim's shoulder for twenty minutes, and then took a deep breath, dried her eyes, and got on the phone. She sat in the kitchen with the receiver in her hand for almost an hour, but when she hung up, Mikey had an appointment for surgery.

The bad news was, it was for the following Friday, five days away. But at least it was on the calendar.

After a night of unsatisfying sleep for the whole house, Tim and Angie opened the door to the rescuees' room to find Nathan and Francis awake, both looking pale and tired. Tim went to Francis to take his temperature, as they did every morning to populate a medical chart that Tim was keeping, and Angie helped Nathan sit up and situate his leg more comfortably.

"I don't think we got a whole lot of sleep," Nathan said. "Any of us."

Francis nodded agreement and looked over at Mikey. "Mikey was in pain during the night," he said. "Francis is... is worried about him. Francis does not mind the lost sleep and he has often gotten by with less, but... he is worried about Mikey- about his friend."

"Well, then I've got good news," Angie said, trying to sound cheerful. "Let's see if Mikey is ready to wake up and we'll talk about it."

Ordinarily, she would have let Mikey sleep on but he didn't look as if it was doing him much good. His face was very pale and he kept shifting his head, as if searching for a more comfortable place to lay it. His arms were placed on the pillows exactly as Tim and Angie had left him and whenever he twitched his shoulders, there was a hitch in his breath.

Angie bent over the sleeping boy and smoothed his hair back, trying to wake him as gently as possible. "Hey, Mikey," she said in a very quiet voice. "Wake up for a little bit and see us? We won't keep you up too long."

With a gasp, Mikey roused instantly from sleep to wakefulness and his head shot up and swiveled from side to side. His expression was panicked until his eyes landed upon Nathan, who was giving him an encouraging- if rather sad- smile.

"Morning, buddy," Nathan said. "How you feeling?" Mikey did something expressive and mournful with his face that neither Angie nor Tim understood, but his fellow rescuees did. Francis tensed and shook his head and Nathan frowned. "That bad, huh? I'm sorry, buddy."

"Mikey says that his arms hurt him badly," Francis translated, giving voice to the expression. Mikey gave him another look and Francis continued, "He would be grateful for any relief you can give him. He says it is unbearable."

Mikey nodded, looking between Tim and Angie with an expression so pleading than even they understood it.

"I'll get you some medicine," Tim said. "It won't be perfect, but it'll help a little bit." He stood and left the room, the rest of the household waiting quietly behind him.

The quiet did not last. Mikey shifted his hips and gasped, feeling the movement affect his shoulders. He pressed his head back into the pillow, biting his lip, his face contorted in pain.

"Oh, geez," Nathan muttered under his breath. Angie put her hand on Mikey's head and stroked his hair with her thumb, knowing that it wouldn't help. It seemed like a very long time until Tim came back.

Once Mikey had taken the medicine and there were packs of frozen vegetables on his forearms, he sighed and rolled his head to the side to look at Angie.

"You said you had news," Nathan reminded her, possibly on Mikey's behalf. It was hard to tell, sometimes, whether Nathan was speaking for himself or for one of the others; it was easier with Francis, who had yet to use the pronoun "I".

"We've got an appointment scheduled for you, Mikey," Angie said. She had to resist the urge to talk to Nathan, as if he needed to translate the other direction. "It's not until Friday, but Friday will be here before you know it."

The news was not greeted with quite as much enthusiasm as she had hoped for. Nathan looked relieved, but Mikey just stared at her, his face unreadable, and Francis looked openly nervous. The two of them held a brief visual conversation and Francis spoke up.

"Ma'am, what will they do to him?" His voice got very quiet as he added, "Will he come back to you, or go... elsewhere?"

"He'll come back here," Tim said firmly, and began by addressing the unspoken concerns. "So first of all, don't worry about that. Nobody's going anywhere and we are not kicking Mikey out or getting rid of him. The doctor is just going to take care of his arms. He'll need surgery to put everything back in the right place, so it stops hurting all the time, and then he'll recover right here with us."

Francis nodded, still looking uncertain, but less frightened. Mikey was still watching Angie closely, but his eyes flicked to Francis and then Nathan and one of his eyebrows raised.

"Yeah, I'm sure Angie will stay with you," Nathan said. "It'll be like when I went to get my cast, remember? Angie went with me and she stayed with me for the whole thing. You'll stay with Mikey, right, Angie?"

"Of course I will!" To Mikey she added, "I'll be there the whole time, if you want me. Don't even worry about it, we won't let anything bad happen to you."

Mikey still looked a little skeptical, but Francis looked vastly relieved.

"And they will fix his arms and then allow him to leave?" Tim had to remind himself that in Francis' world, nobody was allowed to make the choice to leave independently.

Tim nodded. "It'll probably happen like this. Angie and Mikey will drive to the hospital and meet our contacts there- other Liberation Movement volunteers. They'll get Mikey ready for surgery, help him go to sleep, and fix his arms while he sleeps. So far, so good?" Francis nodded. "Then he'll wake up in a quiet room, in a comfy bed, with Angie right there next to him. When he's fully awake, they'll put him back in the car and she'll drive home. He'll probably have a cast and some stitches from the surgery, but he's going to feel a lot better."

After another silent conversation with Mikey, Francis nodded again. "Francis is sure that it will be alright," he said. "And Mikey trusts Ma'am, so he says he will do it. He says almost anything would be better than this."

The week passed both very quickly and too slowly. Mikey only got out of bed when Tim helped him to the bathroom, although his legs seemed to work well enough.

"He's afraid to fall again," Nathan explained. "He doesn't want to go down the stairs unless he has to."

"I don't blame him," Tim replied, and the four of them spent most of the week in the rescuees' bedroom, keeping Mikey company whenever he was awake. Angie disappeared for a couple of hours and returned with a wheeled coffee table, on which she set up the TV so that Mikey could see it from his bed.

"It might be good to have after you get home, too," she said. "You might want to spend a lot of time sleeping at first." They took turns picking the shows, a gentle way for all three of the rescuees to practice making choices.

Nights continued to be a struggle; Mikey's pain seemed worst in the evening and nothing they said or watched was enough to take his mind off it entirely. Francis often wanted to be helped to his bedside, where he sat very patiently for the hours it sometimes took Mikey to fall asleep, speaking quietly in that narrative, stilted way he had. He found that Mikey liked it when he retold the plot of shows they had watched as if they were new stories.

When Friday morning arrived at last, it was hard to tell whether the predominant mood in the house was anxiety or excitement. Tim kept smiling and humming to himself; as a medical professional, he had no fear of hospitals and was looking forward to Mikey's recovery finally getting underway. Nathan was more talkative than usual, which could have meant anything or multiple things, but Francis was plainly nervous and, when they came to bring him downstairs for the day they found that his hands were shaking and his fever had risen in the night.

"Probably stress," Tim told him, intending to be reassuring.

"Francis is very sorry," he said wretchedly as Tim lay him on the couch, shivering and pulling his hoodie tighter around himself. He had the hood up, but was wiping clumsily at his sweaty forehead. "Francis will try to be good. But he is worrying about Mikey. Hospitals are..." He could not finish the sentence.

"Don't worry about it," Tim assured him. "Everything's going to be fine." He put another blanket over Francis and tucked a cool cloth into the hoodie. "We'll watch a little TV and they'll be back by dinner time."

"Yes, Sir."

Mikey was apparently in agreement with Francis about what hospitals were like, because he was fully awake, wide-eyed and pale when they came to get him ready to go.

"Are you excited to have it all done?" Angie asked. Her voice was cheerful, but she had admitted to Tim earlier that she had butterflies in her stomach regardless. It would be the first time she was alone with one of the rescuees for so long, and what if Mikey needed something and she couldn't understand him? Tim had assured her that it would be fine, but she couldn't shake the weight of the responsibility that seemed to rest more heavily on her shoulders that morning.

Mikey bit his lip and nodded, not looking sure at all. He squeezed his eyes shut and pressed his lips tightly together as they sat him up, very slowly and carefully.

"Let's just leave his shirt where it is," Tim suggested, to Mikey's immense and obvious relief. "They'll help him get into a hospital gown when he gets there, anyway." They helped him maneuver his left arm back into the sling and then held a pair of sweatpants for him to slide his feet into. "We'll get your shoes downstairs," Tim told him. "Easier to walk down that way, if you're not worrying about tripping."

A visible shiver ran through Mikey at the idea and his breath caught, but he nodded and stood up, very slowly and carefully. Tim pulled the sweatpants up to his waist and, for the first time in several days, with Angie in front of him and Tim at his side, Mikey walked downstairs.

When he stepped onto flat ground and felt safe looking up, Mikey found that a farewell committee had convened in the front hall. Nathan was leaning on his crutches, grinning reassuringly at him, in total confidence that he would return safely, which did make Mikey feel better. Nathan had been to the hospital and come back, and surely so would he. Francis was seated in a chair Tim had brought from the kitchen, bundled in his sweatshirt and smiling in spite of the alarming red of his cheeks and the way he held his head with one hand.

Take care of yourself, Mikey said with a look.

"Francis will be better soon," Francis murmured. "But don't worry about Francis- Sir will look after him. Ensure that you look after yourself, Mikey, and Francis will be anxious to see you home soon."

Don't worry too much, Mikey replied and tried to smile for Francis.

"Don't stress about it, okay, buddy?" Nathan said. He limped forward and tousled Mikey's hair. "You're gonna do great- you'll just go to sleep and when you wake up, your shoulder's gonna feel so much better! And we'll be waiting here for you when you get back."

Mikey nodded and caught Nathan's eye. Thanks, he said. See you tonight.

"See you tonight."

Getting out to the car wasn't as difficult as getting down the stairs had been, Mikey felt, but it was very strange and a little unnerving to be outdoors. Last time he was outdoors he- Mikey cut the thought off and put it purposefully out of his mind. He didn't want to start shaking and risk another fall.

Master picked up a throw pillow from the couch and then he and Mistress walked on either side of Mikey, hands out like they might need to catch him, and led him around to the far side of a small, grey car. Mistress opened the door and Master helped Mikey crouch down and get his legs in and sit back. Then Master pulled out some kind of restraint that Mikey had not noticed; Mikey realized he must have an apprehensive look on his face, because Master smiled. Sinister? Amused? Mikey watched his face intently, waiting to find out.

"It's a seatbelt," Master explained. "It'll help keep you safe. It clips over there, by your hip, and it's designed to come off when you push the red button. I know the button is hard for you, but Angie will help you get it off when you get to the hospital, okay?"

Mikey was fairly sure he had no choice and nodded. He held his breath as Master pulled out the belt and crossed it over his body, so that it held him down at the hips and chest. There was a click as the belt was secured and Mikey moved his head from side to side, trying to look at the belt. Tentatively, he leaned forward and was both surprised and relieved to find that the belt moved with him, instead of holding him tightly to the seat.

Master laid the pillow on Mikey's lap, under his right arm. "I know Angie will drive as carefully as she can," he explained, "But the roads can be a little bumpy. That should keep the ride from being too hard on your arm." When Mikey nodded, he gave a little smile and closed the door gently.

Next, Mistress got in the car and Mikey was surprised to see the she was also wearing a belt, like his. That made him feel better, he realized. If Mistress was going to use one of these, then perhaps they really weren't a restriction or a punishment. Maybe it really would help keep them safe.

"Okay, here goes," Mistress said. She pushed a button, did something with a lever, and then the car was moving, backing out of the driveway.

Mikey took a look at the house from outside, the first time he had seen it that way. He wasn't sure how he felt about any of this; on the one hand, if he really was going just to have someone take care of his arm, then it was a happy occasion and he ought to feel happy. But on the other hand, Mikey couldn't trust a situation so unknown, and so the happiness he hoped to feel remained tinged with nervousness as the car picked up speed.

Next time: Mikey and Angie check in to the hospital; at home, Francis and Nathan worry.

Master List

Notes: This went from a one-part plotline to a two or three part plotline real quick.

Tag list: @pigeonwhumps, @cepheusgalaxy, @i-eat-worlds, @honeycollectswhump @taterswhump, @starfields08000 @whumpsday, @fruitypinapple00, @currentlyinthesprial

[venus-is-thinking]

hi! I wanted to ask if thinking about milgram will ever get new updates or posts?

Hello anon, and thank you so much for asking!

The short answer: yes, but not as much as when we were initially active. You may have noticed at this point, but other than when a new MV drops, I (admin Venus) have been the only one posting anything for a little while. So, outside of the MV drops, you probably shouldn't be counting on any content from any other admins.

Most notably, this includes the translated versions of the Minigram comics. Mercury says she'd like to get back to it someday, but we're all pretty busy (junior year of college hit us hard) and she doesn't know when she'll get back. So, possible those will be resumed/caught up on someday, but probably not anytime soon.

I'm probably not gonna be quite as active while we're between trials, just because there's less content to analyze, but I am still intending on posting some things! For example, I'm hoping to get started on a post analyzing the end of trial 2 and predicting possible developments going into trial 3. There are also some asks I want to catch up on, too (and I'm happy to answer any new ones as well). I'm officially on summer break as of two days ago, so I'm hoping to be back!

Also, I'm just gonna use this as a quick PSA to askers: sorry if I ever don't get back to your asks or if I get back months later! A lot of the time, I'll see an ask, think I need a lot of time to explain it/brush up on the info around the topic, determine I don't have the capacity to do so right now, and then forget about it. If you're ever extra-curious, don't hesitate to send a follow-up ask; it'll remind me that the original one exists.

But yeah, hopefully this clears some things up!

(Also, for anyone curious: I am also intending on getting more active on this account again too. DRDT narrative analysis of Levi accomplice theory coming... hopefully at some point. I lowkey want to rewatch all of DRDT or at least Chapter 2 before I write it, so it may take me a bit, but I have NOT forgotten.)

[fanfiction4sooya]

I need some yena smut real bad 😼

And I need more yena in my life anon, I need her.

Sorry for the late reply, hun. Hope you like it!! 💖💖 (it's kind of milf reader, so hope you enjoy it still)

You were so stressed over one more of your fights with your husband that you just decided to work from home, wondering why you married him at all, a wine glass in hand as you just finished some of your reports on the new interns. Generally, they were good. Not great, they were still learning a lot of things and you knew how much pressure interns could be submitted to, so you usually cut them some slack.

Except for that annoying little thing, Choi Yena.

For some reason she was literally better than all of the interns combined, which by itself would be great, but she was just so arrogant that it was infuriating to see. Of course, she was charming enough to cover it up so people would always tend to like her, but you just found her insufferable; maybe it was her arrogance, or maybe was just the way she was always observing you, her eyes following you around the office all day made you extremely nervous.

You finished your wine glass and went downstairs to get another one when you heard the doorbell. You pulled your cardigan over your body to cover it better since you were still on your silk nightgown and went to tend to the door. You were surprised to see your arrogant little intern there.

"Hi, boss" She said, eyeing you up and down.

"Yena? Girl, who gave you my address?" You frowned, kind of hiding behind the door so she wouldn't see your not so flattering outfit.

"You, duh" she rolled her eyes. "You gave it to me on my first week in case I needed you on the days you were on your home office" She smiled. "So I reaaally need you today" She extended the word 'really' and you just thought she was really annoying (but cute, ok). You cleared your throat, inviting her in.

"Let me just change my outfit, I wasn't expecting any visitors" You told her, but she softly held your wrist.

"Oh, no need" She shrugged. "It'll be quick, promise"

'Fuck it' You thought to yourself, she was the intruder here and this was your house. Yeah, that was the wine talking.

Both of you sat down on your couch and she started to make some comments abut the project you were leading, taking every single word you said to her in consideration. She really had a lot of doubt, so you didn't mind her staying with you.

She was stuck on the same problem, even when you explained it over and over again; You sighed, getting impatient by the time. You got up, getting more wine and you could just feel her eyes on you, gulping with your back facing her and pouring another glass besides your own; You went back, giving it to her. She frowned, taking it from your hands.

"What?" you simply said. "You can legally drink, right?" She rolled her eyes.

"Of course, I'm not a child" She said, sipping it. "Just didn't thought my boss would offer me wine while I'm on the clock" You chuckled.

"Well, since you saw me drinking you have to do something wrong as well so you won't snitch" You playfully said. "Just kidding you annoying kid, it's just to loosen up" She smiled.

"Alright" She nodded, sipping her drink. "But just so you know, I am very good at keeping secrets" She crossed her legs and you realized her skimpy outfit: Black thigh fitted socks with a short skirt, and a white button up. That was enough to make your pussy tingle a little bit. Shaking off those feelings, you looked back to her laptop.

"Back to the project, Yena" You gulped.

"Are you sure you are ok?" She turned her body to face you. "Your cheeks are a little flushed" She innocently said, batting her lashes.

"I-I'm fine" You stuttered nervously, her eyes lingering on your collarbone.

"Are you nervous, boss?" She rested her elbow on the couch, her index finger between her lips. You filled your lungs with air, annoyed.

"Why would I be nervous?" You also turned to her, cheeks beet red.

"I don't know, maybe something I did" That annoying smirk was there, ghosting her lips.

"You don't make me nervous" You ran your hand through your hair, sighing.

"Maybe your husband?" She lifted an eyebrow, knowing that she just hit a soft spot.

"I think it's time for you to go" You said, sipping your wine nervously.

"Why?" She pouted, her pretty lips a bit reddened by the drink. "I still didn't understand the project" You chuckled, annoyed.

"You are so smart that I really think you are just playing dumb, Choi Yena" She smiled.

"Wait, was it that obvious?" She bit her lower lip, her eyes on yours. You took a deep breath, annoyed. "Next time I'll find a better excuse to see you, then" She shrugged, finishing her wine glass.

Your heart was beating so fast it was infuriating. That 23 year old girl could really get a rise out of you, something that no one else can really do.

"Why would you want to see me?" You basically whispered, clenching your fists. You could see where this could go and honestly, you didn't want to stop.

"So I could help you relax, of course" She said, getting a bit closer to you. "I imagine the married life must be stressful for a woman like you" Her perfume was sweet and her breath smelled like wine and sin.

"A woman like me?" You crooked your eyebrow, amused.

"Yes" She firmly said. "Someone in charge of everything needs to be taken care of from time to time" A little bit closer, her eyes glued to yours.

You could feel yourself getting aroused by the second, your panties soaking with how she stared at you. 'Urgh, so fucking arrogant'. You clenched your thighs, easy for her to read your body language.

"I guess your husband can't do it for you" She placed a hand on your shoulder, over your now open cardigan. Your breasts beautifully on display, aching to be touched. "I can do it" She said.

"And what is that, this thing that you can do?" You asked, dumbfounded.

"I can take good care of you" She smirked, her face now closer to yours.

"Who said he doesn't take good care of me?" You whispered.

"I like observing you" She ghosted her lips over yours and you stopped breathing for a moment. "I can tell you need to cum and I..." She slipped a well manicured nail over your breasts, pressing her lips against yours. "I can make you cum in no time"

You whimpered when she kissed you, not really caring for anything anymore. That was wrong in so many levels, but your aching pussy needed that, needed her. Her tongue explored your mouth massaging yours and making you fully moan now, especially when she kissed your neck next. You gripped her shoulders, bringing her closer to you.

Fuck, it felt good to be desired.

Even better by someone like Choi Yena.

"Don't leave marks" You told her as she pulled your nightgown down exposing your breasts. She pulled back a little to admire and you whimpered. She was hungry of you.

"Fuck, you are beautiful" She swirled one nipple with her tongue sucking hard on it, not wasting one second more. She wasn't gentle at all and you felt grateful for it; You didn't need gentleness, you needed to cum.

She traced her hand down your body, still harshly sucking on your nipple and you rolled your eyes when she stopped over your wet panties.

"Fuck me" You gripped her wrist, trying to put her hand lower on your wet slit.

"So bossy" She smiled looking up at you. "I told you I can make you cum in no time" She kissed your lips again and you moaned hugging her closer to you, that delicious friction on your uncovered tits making you dizzy.

"Cocky" You rolled your eyes and she smiled.

"My cock is at home, ma'am" Kissing your body she went down to her knees in front of you, opening your legs to admire your wet panties. "Today I'll use only my mouth and fingers, but next time I'll bring it to show you how my cock is better than his" She kissed your swollen clit over your panties and you hissed, covering your mouth.

She pulled your panties down your legs, not wanting anything between you and what she wanted the most. Inhaling your musky scent she moaned, diving tongue first on your drenched cunt.

Your head was spinning, your beautiful moans filling the room alongside with the slurping sounds of her on your pussy.

Her eyes were on your beautiful face contorting in pleasure, as you used your hands to roll your nipples between your fingers, bucking your hips onto her pretty face.

Her face, fucking hell.

You gathered her black hair with one of your hands, holding it so it wouldn't get on the way, smiling at her as she sucked your clit, her face glistening with your wetness spread on it. She was definitely a messy eater.

"You are so beautiful, sweetie" You praised and she rolled her eyes, you definitely hit a sweet spot. "Oh, you like it when I praise you?" You moaned, closing your eyes when she plugged two fingers inside, fucking you hard and steady.

"Keep going baby" You hissed, tossing your head back on the couch. "You fuck me so good" You encouraged.

That was the ego boost she needed, fucking you even harder. She circled your clit with her tongue and sucked hard on it, making you see stars as your impending orgasm hit, squirting all over her.

"Fuck, fuck" You cried out, still riding her face. She gently stopped, kissing your body and then your mouth as you tasted yourself. "I didn't knew I could do that" You breathed out, observing her taking her panties off.

"I told you I can fuck you better" She laid you on the couch and took one of your legs over her shoulder, placing her wet cunt over yours. "Now it's my turn"

When your bodies touched each other you felt every single euphoric emotion all at once, jolting in pleasure. She started scissoring you really fast, hitting your pussy with hers as your juices mixed up in the loudest wet sound you ever heard.

"So fucking pretty" She said trough gritted teeth. "It's even better than I thought" She closed her eyes, riding your pussy as you clawed for her.

"Baby, I'm gonna cum again" You moaned and she lowered her upper body to kiss you, still hitting your pussies together.

"Let's cum together, please" She whimpered and you clenched, that 'Please' was music to your ears, her doe eyes making your head spin.

"So good, fuck" you said, kissing her neck.

Just a few more thrusts and you came together now both of you squirting on each other, climaxing in the most beautiful way.

She kept humping you slowly, hugging you close and taking your nipple in her mouth again. You chuckled as she kept on sucking.

"Aren't you tired?" You laughed, caressing her black hair. She shook her head, mouth still on your nipple.

You just smiled, feeling yourself getting aroused again after some time...

**********

"How's the project, boss?" One of the interns asked you, as you passed through him in the office.

"Oh, it's almost finished" You said. "Yena is taking care of it with me, we are going to work from home again this week" You scratched your eyebrow, the golden ring shining on your left hand. "It's less chaotic there" You blushed a bit, as Yena kept on staring at you from across the office with that fucking cocky smile on her lips.

[cowboydisaster]

Update!

Hello!! Firstly, I'm sorry for being MIA for a while. If anyone at all has stuck around, I thank you. And if you didn't, I understand. I'm gonna try to address all the most asked questions in my inbox here because it'll take me a while to go through them individually-- there was a lot so if i didn't get to yours I apologize!!

1. are you going to update The Fire In Your Eyes?

I'm not gonna lie to you guys, I honestly don't know. Obviously I want to finish it. I put so much time and effort and thought into every update and hyperfixated on it for a long time, so to see it sitting untocuhed kills me. I still have plans for the ending and where I want it to go, but I'm struggling to write it down. I hope to keep updating it, but I don't want to be a writer who promises updates and then orphans a fic, so I'm not promising anything.

2. are you going to keep writing/posting?

Yes! If you follow my ao3, you'll see i still post. For the past year, I've been solely focused on rdr2, but in the past few months away from tumblr, I've branched out by trying some new games and watching some new shows. I fell into the cod Fandom, which I'll talk more about in the next paragraph. In short, even while away from tumblr, I never stopped writing, and i don't plan to, I just haven't written for rdr2 in a while.

3. are you abandoning your blog?

no! I am, however, updating it to my current interests. It's going to be a multifandom blog. I'm gonna change up the vibe a little bit, revamp it, and add my new characters. I'm writing for Simon Riley now, so expect to see him a lot on my blog. I also might write for Price cause the daddy issues are daddy issuing.

4. how are you?

Im good i think!! For the first time in a while. So much has happened since I left. I moved, my dad abandoned me, I started back at uni and started working a lot more. So I'm busy and dealing with a lot, but I feel okay!

to wrap that all up:

if you're still here, I really really appreciate you. Im still going to write for the rdr2 fandom, I'm gonna add writing to the cod Fandom. If you have any cod requests, PLEASE send them in because I have hundreds of requests for Arthur Morgan and zero for the 141 boys, so I'm starting from scratch there. Also, as a heads up, im going to be changing my blog a good bit with a new layout and fixing up my masterlist and everything, so look out for that! also, keep an eye out because im going to be posting a two simon riley fics on here either tonight or tomorrow!

I love you all. I'm so excited to be back, and I'm excited for this new chapter of my blog. 🩷🩷

[hypersomniagame]

HYPERSOMNIA MAY DEV LOG : “COOKIN' IN THE KITCHEN”

Hi! For all of you who follow HYPERSOMNIA, you should already know what the gist is here yada yada yada,

if you don't know what this is or are confused on what hypersomnia is read the other dev logs i've said this like every time lol

Hey! Hi! Hello! Welcome to the dev log!

I'd like to apologize about last month, I was going through a big block on development and I got practically nothing done. I've also been focusing on real life stuff which has been strange!

OK! So, first things first. Some of you might've seen on our Twitter, the new trailer is DONE! It's been "finished" for a few weeks now but I went back and made some small edits and now I can fully say it's complete!

I'm insanely happy with how this one came out. I went all out on it and I think you guys will agree when it releases that it just completely blows all our other trailers right out of the water. From music, to editing, to visuals, presentation, everything.

I'm more than excited to show you guys this trailer, and hopefully you all will be able to see it soon! It'll be premiering in this years MOTHER DIRECT (as always lol), so be ready for that! Tons of great fangames and indies are gonna be shown off, along with other MOTHER projects, so if you're interested I highly suggest you keep up with M4E.

Now, onto a more direct game update!

As of right now, the demo is about 50% playable!

This month has been almost exclusively eventing and scripting for the game. That 50% doesn't mean the demo is halfway finished, but it means that we're halfway there to getting the demo playable from start to finish. There's still a lot I gotta do, but eventing is the biggest hurdle for me currently, so it should only be up from here.

Also,

Pigeonville got a bit of a makeover recently! I wanted to make the town look a bit more lively and urban, so I took the time to redo and add a few different buildings. I'm really happy with how it changed the look of the town, and I hope to use this as a base for other areas going forward.

This didn't come without some challenge though. Both the game's prologue and first chapter take place in Pigeonville, and because so many different events are used between the 2 sections, I've had PV split between 2 maps, one for the prologue and the other for chapter 1.

I initially did these edits on the CH1 version of the map, but while porting them to the PL version, I managed to completely screw up almost all the events in the prologue. So while it didn't have to be completely rescripted, I did have to do some playtesting for like a week just to make sure I caught everything that broke.

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Speaking of bugs, there's been a bit of bug-squashing going on this month. My friend Muffins (Who helps write for the game) and I both sat down and tried to just play through what we have so far, and it was an experience to say the least. The game was NOT this broken in March, so playing through it just showed me so much stuff that broke, and some of it was absolutely hilarious.

I didn't record any of it though! Which is a shame! I'd totally post a montage or something of just the absolute funniest glitches we encountered but I guess it's for another time.

And that's all for this month! Sorry it's not much, but I figured it'd be better to give some sort of update then just oddly go silent. Things will most likely pick up during the mid-summer months, I'll have more stuff to talk about, these logs will be longer like they were back in January and we'll all be home on time for Jay Leno.

It's a bit hard to talk about scripting stuff out for the game since I only can talk about so much before I start spoiling stuff. Will June be better? Will there even be a log in June? Will I survive the summer heat? Only time can tell. And the weather man.

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Hello, I saw your post about Brazilian OC because I'm researching to write one too. May I ask for tips please?

The premise of my story (the plan is maybe 15k-20k words) is about an American who moves to Brasil alongside his sister to restart a new life because of a dark past. He meets a 12-year-old girl whose perspective inspires him to face his past in the end.

I set the story in the Northen Brasil; more accurately, Rio Preto da Eva, Amazonas (long story on why but I got suggested to by a friend then I got attached to the place). Do you have any tips for me for portraying this little girl? Like her mixed race, her disposition, her family, her culture, food, her mannerisms, her body language, her English speech as a second language is like (she's bilingual just so they can communicate, maybe imperfect but fluent enough); how to show that she's Brazilian, basically? Not just a random kid in a random country that you can replace with another country and it will stay the same.

Thank you! I'm sorry if it's too much.

Hello! ^^ You can definitely ask for tips, and I'll help in any way I can. As a warning, this may be a bit rambly.

Firstly though, I'd like to say that I myself am not from the North, but from the North East, and there are a lot of cultural differences from here to there so I may not have advice as specific and as accurate as another person may give, but I'll give the tips I can. This is a somewhat long so I also put it under a cut :)

Now, moving on. I decided to divide this into topics so it's easier to understand:

Appearence (hair, clothing, etc.)

You ask about her race first. Amazonas is known for having the biggest amount of Indigenous communities from all the country (i fact checked that just to be sure), but the majority of people in there is also Parda [mixed black and white, you could translate that as Brown]. White people are at a minority of 24% of the population, following the <10% of Black people, so the Brown population is three times the white one. You may, ofc, chose whatever you want for her if you haven't already. Just throwing these statistics there in the case it might help.

If she's Brown, she probably will have coily hair, and she may wear it tied back or braided with a fun color, you decide. The climate in the North is mostly very warm and humid, so having her hair falling on her neck might be a bit uncomfortable so she probably wouldn't wear it loose unless it's for a special occasion or a party where she would want it super neat.

Ofc this changes from person to person, but at least in my city, girls with long hair tend to tie it for the most part and take especial care to leave it loose when they want it neater, since combing your hair with cream for it to look good loose takes a little bit more of work than just making it look nice in a ponytail or pigtails or a fancy bun. Short hair works differently and its more common to wear it loose, since there are less options for tying it and it's not as hot in your back and neck.

As a side note, she may also have straight hair. Girls her age sometimes like to straighten natural curly hair, or maybe she has indigenous ascendance if she's not indigenous herself and her hair is straight and her skin, dark.

Lots of girls also like to wear earrings and usually at twelve i don't see a lot of big ones so she may prefer to wear tiny ones, bracelets, etc.

An acessory you might also see is this one:

[ID: A toddler wearing a blue stripe turban, a bandana-like cloth on their hair, tied in a flower at the front. /end ID.]

For some reason I couldn't find an example of any older kid but it'll do lmao. This is a turban, or headscarf, that is common among women here and comes from African influence. We have the ones that cover more of the hair, and this one, which is more common for younger children, that has the shape of a stripe and has a stylized knot in the front. They can come in patterns or plain colors, like this. It's pretty cute, although not very popular amongst tweens and older teens, with some exceptions. The kid's ones usually come already tied and we call them tiaras.

Moving on to clothes, as the northern areas are very warm we usually wear tshirts, small dresses and short shorts or trousers. That is probably where the stereotype of Hot Skimpy Brazilian comes from (hand in hand with racism ofc). I notice that in colder countries people tend to layer up and wear long sleeves and pants in the summer but unless it's a party, an event or a particularly cold day that's really unusual here. Bc of the warmth, leggings and crop tops are super popular too.

Patterns are also really really common, not just in shirts but in dresses and shorts as well. That's also from African heritage.

Though I am pretty sure that patterned, long skirts are very common in Amazonas. You may want to research this one a bit more.

Accent

You also note that she speaks English, and I don't know exactly how the subject is in schools there, but in my area we learn English in a very basic and very simple range, especially at her grade. I'd say it's very unlikely that she'd have learned it there, but there's always exceptions though! If she didn't learn it in school, however, the most common way to learn it is by engaging in content in English. I learned it by engaging with the PJO fandom that is mostly in the US, for example, and my cousin learned it by playing pirated Pokemón that he couldn't get in Portuguese. Maybe she loves subtitled shows and learned there!

I'm not sure about her accent bc I'm not generally good at pointing them out, but a few things in her native language that may influence it are that, in Portuguese, vowels are a little bit more open most of the time, and she may also have trouble spelling the r in the way you do, and will probably acentuate it to compensate (my little sister does that) or switch it to a french r or a spanish r (if you've heard French or Spanish you may know what I'm talking about). She probably also speaks a little slower or accentuating each syllabe to make sure she's speaking right.

She may also just make some sounds completely wrongly, like spelling the S as a Z sometimes, like "azexual" (in portuguese when the S is between two vowels it has the sound of Z), pronounce X as "CS" or "SH" like Asecsual (asexual) or Eshtra (extra) or accentuate the Ts at the end of a word, something native anglophones tend to set aside for the most part, I've noticed.

School (coz I think that this might appear sometime, if your story doesn't take place in summer break)

A thing I'd like to note is that schools in Brazil work very differently than in the US.

Firstly, the "grades": We call them Years and they are divided in three parts: Fundamental School I [Ensino Fundamental I], Fundamental School II [Ensino Fundamental II] and Highschool. Before all of that, optionally we also have preschool or "childhood garden" or just daycare, that we also refer to as alphabetization.

F. I or E.F. I -- from 6 to 10yo. Here we have 1st year, 2nd year, etc allup to 5th year. Kids learn the basics and may or may not get in already knowing how to read and write.

F. II or E.F. II -- from 11yo to 14yo. Here we start from 6th year and go up till 9th

Highschool -- You know this one. Three years, called 1st, 2nd and 3rd year. A literal translation of its name would be Middle School. (Ensino Médio.)

We don't have homeschooling, and by law kids are obliged to attend school as soon as they are old enough to.

Schools here also have a pretty big difference from public to private that idk if you have in there.

Private schools are owned by individuals and Public schools are owned and funded by the government, as you probably know. All schools in Brazil also have uniforms.

Each private school has their own particular uniform, and you have to pay for your child's subscription, uniform, materials and snacks.

Public schools are divided in two categories: State schools and Municipal schools. State schools are owned by the state, and municipal schools are owned by the city. The state and the city all have separate uniforms, so every municipal school from a city is going to have a shared uniform, and every state school from a given state is going to share a uniform too. In public schools, the subscription is paid by taxes, and so are the uniform and food; you just have to pay for your personal material, not including books, that are provided by the school, and any school outings your child may attend to.

I took the liberty to take a look into the Amazonense public uniform and the uniform from the city you choose too:

[ID: A bunch of students wearing jeans or black pants and a white shirt with a green and yellow arc at the bottom, and a small crest on the chest. /end ID.]

^ Amazonense State Uniform

[ID: A little kid wearing black trousers and a white t-shirt, both with an orange crest. /end ID.]

^ Rio Preto da Eva Municipal uniform.

As you can see, the uniforms usually consist in trousers or shorts for younger kids or pants for the older ones and a plain shirt with the school, state or city simble. Unlike other countries, where the (girl's) uniform usually consists of some kind of skirt, the uniforms here are the same regardless of gender and come in some different sizes (Small, Medium, Big and Big-Big). Private schools also follow this model.

In Municipal Schools you usually get both the shorts and shirt by the school, and in State Schools you just get the shirt and can wear whatever pants you want, but following a dress code (usually it's "jeans or black or dark blue pants and closed shoes" and trousers are only allowed if they're a certain lenght, but maybe Amazonas has another code I'm not aware of)

Another difference from State and Municipal schools is also the offered curriculum. Fundamental I, sometimes II, is offered in Municipal schools, and highschool and Fundamental II are offered in State schools. Some schools may not follow this rule and have more or less stages.

And also the school year is a bit different: The year starts in the beggining of February, then there is a starting weekbreak for Carnaval, then the classes start for real. The year goes on till July where we get around 15 days off, then the classes come back and end at the start of December. This may change a little depending on the school's jurisdiction (Private, State or Municipal).

Schools also work in turns: Morning "Matutino" (7 to 11AM) and Afternoon "Vespertino" (1 to 5PM) or Full-Day "Integral" (7AM to 5PM or earlier). Most Municipal Schools as far as I know are morning + afternoon.

And lastly, as a side note, some medical services in Brazil are also public and free, like the SUS (unique health system), where your insurance is paid by taxes so you don't pay for it unless the service costs more than what your plan allows for.

Food

Now about food, I'm not completely familiarized with culinary from the North, but we share some dishes in common and I also did a quick search. So we have:

Lots of fish -- the Amazonas is cut by a lot of big rivers so fish is very important to the culinary

Cupuaçu -- a tropical fruit that gets delicious in ice cream

Açaí (another fruit you can make great ice cream with) with beans. Half of the people like it and the rest claim it tastes like mud.

Maniçoba -- a dark soup made of cooked cassava leaves and meat basically

Muqueca -- a kind of fish soup

Pirão -- it has the texture of mashed potatoes and it's made of cassava flour cooked in fish broth

Fried banana - you cut up banana in slices and fry them in the pan till they go gold and it's very sweet, crusty and delitious tbh. Some people put it in couscous

A lot of fruit juice, like guaraná, cupuaçu, graviola and any other fruit you can find in there

Beiju -- beiju is a sort of flour you prepare like pancakes (rolled up pankakes, that is) and they are crispy and you usually put salty toppings like chicken and cheese in there. some people like it alone though

Pão de queijo -- technically "cheese bread" but it's a completely different kind of cheese bread. it is very small and round and also crusty

You can search for more of the food but this should give you an idea.

For table manners, at least where I am from, idk about Amazonas, it's considered rude by some people to support your elbows on the table, and by most it's also considered rude to speak while your mouth is full.

Family and other details

I'm not sure how family would be very different and idk much about family in Amazonas but where l live specifically (northeast) I've seen these elements in families very commonly

single mom (usually black and poor)

a dad or grandfather with a lot of abandoned children with many different woman so you may have 7 unknown siblings/uncles

idk about other areas but here we greet our older relatives by 'asking bless' (pedindo a benção or just bença)

I am not really aware of mannerism differences but I can give you a silly list of swear words because 12 is just the age kids are really sweary and I think she could literally translate some of these by accident and some don'r rlly work in english but here they are:

Desgraçado - disgraced. Medium swearing

Miserável - miserable. Light swearing

Filho da puta - son of a bitch. you know this one. Can be very heavy or very playful

Filho da mãe - son of a mother. Heavy swearing

Filho da égua - son of a (female) horse. Medium swearing

Seu cu - your ass. Light to medium swearing.

Tomar no cu - go take it up your ass. Light swearing but can be heavier depending on circumstance.

Seu porra - the only translation i can think for "porra" is cum but it can also mean fuck. this one is calling someone a porra. a bastard in this context. light to medium swearing

Porra

Foda - can mean fuck, can mean shit, can mean badass, can mean 'it sucks', can mean 'hella cool' and really really depends. light swearing when it's used like that

Caralho - i am not sure how to translate this one. it's usually a term for when things suck. or are very cool.

Rapariga - calling someone a bitch lightheartedly. light swearing

Viado - faggot. can be very heavy or very playful

Quenga - similar to rapariga but more agressive

Desgraça - disgrace. usually to express frustration. medium swearing

Portuguese has a lot of curse expressions actually.

Some other things that may be worth noting are:

Most brazilians, unless they're very wealthy, don't have dishwashers. Or drying machines for that matter. Since it's hotter here we mostly dry up things in the sun. We use strings for that or just hang them up the wall at the back of the house.

Some brands we refer to when we mean certain products (but this one may not apply to Amazonas): Maizena (corn starch), cotonete (cotton swab), QBoa (bleach), Veja (disinfectant), Nikito (a brand of stuffed cookie), Springles (you have that one too), Play-Doh (play dough), Amoeba (a weird slime toy) and Oreo

'Gringo' is a word that means foreigner. If you're not from here, u a gringo

Your character may struggle to use 'it' to refer to some objects, because in portuguese we don't have it as a pronoun. Objects are either he or she so your girl is probably gonna call the table a she and the car a he a lot of the time. I do that too sometimes.

Very specific anime thing if she likes anime: there's a culture here that if you watch dubbed anime instead of subtitled ur a loser. it's silly but it exists.

If she's twelve she probably grew up watching Sítio do Pica-Pau Amarelo. It's a child's cartoon based off a classic child's author work, Monteiro Lobato. And she probably read Turma da Mônica as a child (the comic books ever)

She also prob watches a lot of dramas. They usually air in channels like Globo or SBT. Three very popular and classic ones are Chiquititas (a show about a bunch of children from an orphanage and one of them was the secret heir of some rich guy idk. my sister loves it), Carrossel (i don't watch novellas but i know there's a school and a black boy and this racist girl. it's also a meme) and Chaves. Some more recent ones are Romeu e Julieta and As Aventuras de Pollyanna.

We tipically use the 24 hours format so if your mc can't understand that he'll probably confuse himself a lot

"Meia" (half/middle) usually refers to the number six, when we're talking about phone numbers. That's because three and six sound way too similar and you may confuse them up so to avoid that we replace six with meia

A dozen and half a dozen are also used a lot, like when you go get groceries and eggs, idk about other countries

Vasco -- vasco is a soccer team that is a meme because they Always Lose. We have the expression "went vasco" to express someone got fucked over

She will probably refer to soccer as football when speaking english bc in portuguese, soccer is "futebol". Depending on her personality she may refure to correct herself

The girl almost definitely cheers for a soccer team. I know few people who don't cheer for a soccer team.

Talking about soccer, another team that is a meme is Flamengo. Bc they don't ever win a "world" medal. Idk much about soccer but a world medal or a mundial is a class of tournaments?

Soccer is a big thing here. We cancell classes when the soccer world cup is near.

Now for your last line--how to show that she's brazilian. I'm not really skilled in showing different nationalities in writing, but I think that the most effective tool you could use is the cultural difference. How do things work differently here in opposed to there? What is your usamerican character used to or not used to, what does he have to adapt to? What does the girl think your character should know, or be used to, when he isn't? What are the things your character prides herself for in her culture (like soccer or the food bc of the meme of Bad USamerican Food)?

Anyways, this is a really wide topic but I hope I have been able to shed a little light or offer some guidance. If anybody who sees this is from Amazonas, your insight could be helpful too!

Good luck with your story, anon!