#joey badass fic

[henneseyhoe]

Milk Marie

Unique x BLACK!FEM!reader

WARNINGS: unprotected seggs(wrap before you tap!), dirty talk, after care, soft(ish)!Unique, pussy whipped!Unique, kinda short, das it(I think)

SUMMARY: Unique figures if he can’t get over her, he’ll get under her instead.

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Girl, I want everything that come with you. Even if you got stretch marks and even two children. I can’t blame you, girl.

It seemed like he always ended back up here. Right here. In this bed. With this woman. Wrapped up in her sheets with his hands touching all the parts only the luckiest of men got the pleasure of even seeing. He swore they were meant to be, and she almost thought so too. He treated her so well, like the beauty she was, and she couldn’t be more grateful.

They had known each other since the sandbox, his mother always offering to watch her while her mother was at work and since that first time they met, they were connected at the hip.

No matter if they fell out and swore to stop fuckin’ with each other, they always ended right back together. No matter how many times she attempted to leave, he’d just find her again.

He hoped by the last time she left he’d be too tired of her bullshit to follow after her, but he was more resilient than he thought, and withdrawals are a muthafucka. Now he knows how the people he serves feel.

That first taste he had of her? It was like a babies first lick of sugar, addiction waiting to happen. The first time he came was like floating in outer space with no destination or desire to be anywhere else. And as ironic as it was, she looked innocent on her knees for him.

Her mouth worked its way down on him until the tip of her nose touched his stomach and her eyes began to water, her throat capturing his entire length. With no problem, she bobbed her head up and down on him, her mouth so sloppy that spit escaped from her lips and trailed down to his balls, making him shudder.

She took her hand and began spreading the spit around his heavy sack, massaging as she felt him throb in her mouth, the taste of precum already being prevalent on her tongue. He occupies his hands and digs his fingers into the couch cushions, knowing that she would stop and he’d be fucked if he reached for her freshly done silk press that was wrapped in a silk scarf, secure for those rough times.

Flashes of white appeared behind his eyes like stars as that familiar pull in the bottom of his stomach appeared once again, a warm sense of feeling covering his body as he came down her throat for the first time in months since he found out where she had been hiding. Which just ended up being her childhood home in the city over.

It took unique all but a mere few seconds to recover before he was pulling her up from her knees and into his strong hold, giving her that kiss of death before he got to doing his own damage. As he stood from the couch with no care about the jeans and belt still around his thighs, their tongues danced together in sync. Unique could taste every bit of both of them on her tongue, but he was never one to fuss about kissing after head if it was with her. He welcomed it if anything.

Tossing her body onto the bed, he takes a second to admire how the room hadn’t changed one bit since she became an adult. A doll house sat in the corner with dolls still inside, a memory of the last time she had played with them. Teddy bears that had eventually fallen off the bed when she was sat. Pink walls with brown, white, and gold for the future. A color pallet reminding him of something else in particular.

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“Nique~” She moaned sweetly, her hands gripping the sheets underneath her as the man above her pushed his hips onto her ass, his piece sinking into her ever so slowly. The stretch was always the same, the thickness of him leaving a burning sensation at her entrance the more he pushed into her, but it only stayed for a few seconds as she adjusted to his size, which was nothing average.

The thrusts were sensual and loving until he leans up off of her and pulls out just a bit further than usual, giving her the room to pull her ass up in the air and put a perfect arch in her back. She began bouncing herself back onto him, gaining speed and momentum as he meets her ass with his hips.

“Oh fuck..” He groans quietly.

His eyes were trained on the motions of her soft skin jiggling with every collide of their bodies. His thrusts only got harder from there, segments of moans falling from the girls lips. He didn’t even have to tell her how wet she was, the squelching sounds erupting from where they connected told her all she needed to know.

Switching the angle of his thrusts, he places one knee onto the bed and leans into her, his hands placed in the middle of her back just to make sure she wouldn’t be able to run from the lethal position. And running, she did not do, couldn’t do because of how he was holding her. Suddenly the bed dipped under them both with the strong force of his thrust making her collapse on her stomach, leaving the girl breathless after calling out to the highest one she worshipped.

“You feel that, baby? I’m in it?” He asks with his breathing unsteady, his balls tightening and her toes curling.

“Yes, Nique!”

She was in shambles trying to keep up with him. She could feel the tip of his dick pressing against her g spot, constantly slamming into it like a button, like he’d get some kind of prize if he pushed it correctly. He fucked her so hard, sweet compliments being the only things that contradicted the rough strokes. She could hear the belt buckle of his pants jingling around his ankles, remembering that they had barely been undressed fully before Unique got impatient and just shoved his pants down and her nightgown up before pushing her to her knees.

As Unique continued on with damn near breaking this girls childhood bed, he thought to himself. This was the pussy that niggas killed for. The type pussy that’d have you bussing back to back without a second thought about a condom. This was the pussy he thought about on those lonely nights when she was mad at him, when he had to take matters into his own hands and desperately jerk himself off, his mouth agape and muscles flexing as he cums all over his stomach to the beautiful thought that was her.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” She whimpers. At this point she could feel him poking at her stomach and being pressed against the mattress helped nothing. He would probably fuck her through the cushion if he could.

“Uh-huh. Cum on this dick, Princess. Lemme feel you wet this dick up, show me how good I make this pussy feel” He spoke, punching nothing but a thick 9 inch pole into her spine. The man gave her no choice but to scream and give him exactly what he wanted, which was her release.

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Between her thighs were messy and wet, coated with a layer of white cream that was from both of them. Unique gently wiped her down with a wet towel, careful not to swipe over her sensitive clit too fast or harsh.

“Shhh—“ She hissed, her thighs almost closing in on his hand. Unique’s eyes flickered from her core up to her expression. “My bad” He simply apologized before tossing away the dirty rag in a hamper next to the bed. Laying next to her on his back, he sighs. “you gon’ learn to stop running from what you love”

She smiles, turning her head to look at the side of his face, getting a view of that nearly perfect profile. “Who says I love you, Unique?”

He smirks. “I don’t need a second opinion on a fact”

And the cycle continues…

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Woke up and remembered I forgot the taglist chile! LMFAO(some tags aren’t showing up, dk why!)

🏷️ @thatone-girly @notapradagurl7 @swavydadon @miyahmaraj @planetblaque @msinterlude @milkiboo @bloodripleygal @stevelacyballs @naj-ay444 @blackelysian @shaolyninferno

[miyuhpapayuh]

Soul-ff

90's romance. Rod and Stevie.

playlist

introductions.

downhill.

new beginnings.

foreign feelings.

popcorn kisses.

news.

daydreamin'

birthday wishes.

somethin' special.

nympho.

heated.

the calm before the storm.

blur

do you know what today? It's our anniversary.

surprise guest.

meetings

it was all a dream

load, cock & aim

It's about to be a girl fight

Family ties

Silk

Vie

Would it be okay?

[just-jordie-things]

random question but do you ever just like associate characters how they would love w songs?? like HMMM idk ino kinda gives me "love is a only a feeling" by joey badass vibes 🫣 🫣 . anyways would like to hear your thoughts on this!!

also, can I be 🍦 anon if it isn't taken yet?

YES I DO even if it makes no sense sometimes a certain character just comes to mind with some songs !!

(i've never listened to this song till now i love it and i can see why you associate it with ino!! chill vibes~)

my ino song is let em know by bryson tiller !!

i will forever connect haunted by beyonce with megumi bc i listened to it on repeat while writing a fic for him

and why i love you by kanye and jayz with choso. why? idek. no pun intended

i'm trying to think of others but i'm struggling off the top of my head

anyone else got random song matchups to characters ??

[smolvenger]

Miss Narracott and The Captain, Part Two (Captain James Nicholls x fem! Reader Miniseries)

Summary: It is 1912. You are Y/N Narracott, the older sister of Albert Narracott. You must do what you can so your family can keep their farm. And so your brother can keep his beloved horse. Under financial struggles, you never expect romance to come into your life...until you have a chance encounter with James Nicholls- a Captain with a knack for drawing. But the threat of war lingers in the air...

Link to Part One

Fandom: War Horse

Chapter Word Count: 6K

Chapter Warnings: Some angst and some fluff. Light Slow Burn. Mrs. Narracott being badass. I turn Lyons from Neutral Jerk to Mustache twirling villain. Because it's my fic and I can do what I want. References to lines and scenes from the movie. Nicholls is an angel. Some references to violence.

A03//My Ko-Fi//My Etsy Shop//Masterlist//Wattpad

A/N: Comments, Reblogs, DMs, and Asks about my work are always appreciated! Thank you!

Taglist: @evelyn-kingsley @jennyggggrrr @five-miles-over @fictive-sl0th @ladycamillewrites @villainousshakespeare @holdmytesseract @eleniblue @twhxhck @lokisgoodgirl @lovelysizzlingbluebird @raqnarokr @holymultiplefandomsbatman @michelleleewise @wolfsmom1 @cheekyscamp

Spring, 1912

This whole past week you did not see Captain Nicholls back at the shop. He likely had business. You wished to enquire what soldiers were doing here…but it was peacetime. And that was being quite nosy.

A farm never really had a weekend. But Saturday was the only day you could sleep in just a little. Dad insisted that for you.

“Come on, Y/N! I need help with the laundry!” mum called out from the yard.

“Coming in a bit!” you called back from the chair.

You had been repairing clothes that had tears. So far, it looked like Dad’s working pants were decent. Setting down your needle and thread in the basket by your feet, you walked out. As you entered the laundry area, you heard Joey mimicking an owl’s hoot. Both of you jumped and looked around.

“Oh, for goodness' sake!” Mum yelped as she checked around her.

Albert had trained Joey to trot up to him at the sound of it and the horse would bolt from wherever he was. Heaven help whoever was walking about at the same time Joey pranced in the yards! Everyone had to jump out of the way as Joey would hurry to Albert’s call.

But no, you did not worry about getting run over by a horse this time. Both Albert and Joey were standing in the field. They were in the circled off ground before the stable.

Mum lifted a white shirt from the basket of washed clothes. She put it on the line. You found another and did the same.

“Y/N, I want to have a little chat with you…it’s easier to chat when you’re doing laundry, …” Mum announced.

Nervousness soured your bowels. She glanced out at your brother. He went to the stable and retrieved the plow. Then she turned to you.

“You do know I love both of you,” she said.

“Of course, we do!”

“Your father and I tried our best to teach you some good lessons. And there’s one lesson I see Albert applying all the time, but I’ve yet to see it from you…”

You tilted your head as you found a wet apron that needed to dry.

“What do you mean?” you asked as you pinned it up.

Mum went over and cupped your cheek, looking into your eyes.

“Y/N, you cannot keep sacrificin’ yourself for others. Getting a job for all of us is very noble, and yes it has helped…but you cannot keep silencin’ yourself or what you think…I don’t think you really wanted to give all your wages to us…”

“I don’t mind the work, mama, I don’t! And that’s why I got it- to support everyone!” you replied.

She glanced at a dry bedsheet that was pinned up.

“Of course, you don’t. But, let me tell you something…”

She gestured for you to get to the other end. Freeing it from pins, both of you walked forward to fold it up.

“If there’s one thing, I teach you and Albert, it’s this! Everyone all your life will try to tell you what you should think, what you should do!” she guided.

“Why aren’t you telling both of us, then?” you questioned.

“As I said- I see Albert doing it and you not! I know why- I know you’re a woman in this world! I know what they teach us. I’ve been through it when I was your age too, don’t think I did not!” she explained.

She folded the bedsheet sideways and up, placing it in an empty basket.

“But what if it’s a situation where it's not polite to?” you asked.

“I love that you’re a polite girl, Y/N. No shame in good manners or treatin’ others good. There are plenty of times for politeness. Then there are the other times… if someone’s threatenin' or hurtin' you-politeness ain’t always gonna work! You got to fight back!” she said.

“Fight back…” you repeated as you hung up one of your blouses to dry.

“You cannot let others tell you what should or shouldn’t make you happy. And you shouldn’t sacrifice your own self for others all the time. Soon there won’t be anything of you left to sacrifice! You must stand up for yourself, Y/N! Speak your own mind! And tell others what it is you want, especially if they don’t agree with you!”

She got down another dry shirt and pinned it up.

“They tell us to do this or that. I’m sure even the King of England has to do what he’s told sometimes! But as a woman, they’ll try and pressure you to do what pleases them and not yourself! All the time! Y/N…you got to insist on what you want, what you think!”

Albert put the reins on Joey and led him out to the bottom field, vanishing from vision.

“They always tell us women to cut ourselves into bits to make others happy. And I’m telling you, Y/N- don’t! Don’t let them!” mum ordered.

The chickens clucked in the next yard over. The goose crawled under the fence and explored the horse-free circle of grass. You took down a dry sock to fold it.

“Their opinion, what if it…”

“You don’t have an opinion too? Why should anyone else’s matter but theirs? Unless you realize yours is downright stupid!” mum cried.

You chuckled.

“I guess you’re right…”

She put an arm on your shoulder.

“Whatever you think will make you happy…we’ll support you. Albie, Dad, and I…” she promised.

You pressed the sock into your chest. Letting out a deep sigh, you confided to her.

“I haven’t figured out what, I guess…haven’t found my place. I wondered if I could work at the shop for the rest of my life. I...I confess I even wondered about marrying rich! It would help everyone. But that won’t happen, not in Devon. I think I might spend my spinster days here…”

“You don’t have to marry if you don’t want to. I’d rather see you a happy spinster than a miserable wife, Y/N!”

The goose wandered in to nibble at your mother’s petticoat. Mum shooed him away.

“I think I’d like to fall in love. Fall in genuine, real love, have it work out, and marry someday…” you confessed.

“You always were the romantic, girl! If you do marry, it better be for love. I’d want a good man who’ll love you over a rich man any day!” mum responded.

“But I…I don’t know if I want to leave…not yet…” you continued.

The goose went over to the basket and sniffed at it with his orange beak. She opened her arms and let you hug her.

“Then stay here, my dear girl, and figure it out…but don’t let some people order you about just ‘cause you’re a woman! Ain’t nothin’ that makes foolish men quiver like seeing a woman happy on her own terms!”

You smiled as you looked up at her. She pressed a kiss to your forehead before you continued your laundry. You noticed the goose walking under the fence. He began waddling about the yard. He found dad going about his chores and nipped at the ends of his pants. · · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · · That Sunday, you did see Captain Nicholls at church. Many of the new soldiers had come in, filling up the pews with young men. He was not in uniform but in his three-piece suit and tie. And beside him was another gentleman with a mustache. You wished to speak to him, but your family scuttled in when the service began. As everyone gathered hymnals and sang, you eyed him. He let out a smile and a nod of acknowledgment. You did so back. Once the service ended with the final amen, the crowd broke. As you went up to chat with your friends, you noticed Nicholls went up to you between the pews.

“Oh! Y/N…there you are!” he greeted.

“You remember my name?” you asked.

“Oh, of course!” Nicholls said.

“Is this your first church service here? Do you like it?” you asked.

“Yes, indeed! It’s excellent! The choir sounded lovely- never heard one like it! I’ve shaken two dozen hands already. Complete with tea invitations. I’m sure my colleagues can say the same,” he said.

Yes, dozens of families and couples were welcoming the new soldiers in town. The young men were nodding next to the bright eyes and wide smiles of old people who were thrilled at newcomers.

“Nothing like a first church visit to make you feel famous!” you commented.

“Though I confess I would like it more if they had a picnic. I’m quite hungry,” Nicholls said.

“Oh, we have our share of picnics!” you assured him.

“Mrs. Collins promised me a welcome basket next week with her own famous bread, even!” he said, pointing her out.

The very old lady, next to her equally old husband, was shaking the hand of the mustachioed soldier.

“We could spare a few of the crops and eggs. It’s not much of a welcoming basket, but it’s something,” you offered.

“Crops? Are you from a farming family?” he asked.

Mouth frowning a little, you nodded.

“I’m a farmer’s daughter,” you confirmed.

You knew Nicholls was several stations above you. He had a genteel occupation versus the lowly farming Narracotts. Some of the upper-class people you met in the past were polite, but arrogant in their knowledge of who held the upper hand.

Nicholls was neither. His face remained soft and smiling. If he had any bad opinions about you, it was hidden.

“I think any welcoming basket is better than none! Especially with some grown, natural produce fresh from the ground! I would enjoy it…and the horse. If I recall correctly, there are horses with your family?”

“On our-our farm? The horse-oh-we call him Joey! I barely mentioned him!” you remembered.

“You said your brother had a horse, Miss Narracott! I am dearly fond of the creatures myself if you haven’t guessed from the sketchbook,” he added.

“I should hate to be repetitive, but perhaps you should come over for tea and see Joey- a beautiful, beautiful horse! He’s gentle for the most part unless he hears a commotion, or the mood fancies him!”

“Then I shall be glad to, Miss,” he replied.

He then said his goodbyes and left. But where on earth was your family? It was far too crowded today. You already made your rounds to greet your friends who went here. You began to head outside the doors.

Though as you left for the entrance, who did you run into, but the Landlord. His red, walrus mustache looked combed today. Overdressed in his black and white plaid coat and waistcoat, not a surprising fashion choice for him. He held his bowler hat in one hand. You saw attached to his waistcoat an ornate, golden pocket watch dangling. He picked it up and examined the time and then turned his head to you. Steps skidding out of bumping into where he stood.

“Oh- I’m sorry, Mr. Lyons!” you excused.

Feet shuffling backward, you bowed your head. He turned to see you.

“None taken! Only glad the service ended on time for once! But you did nothing at all wrong,” he said. He spoke with warmth. Not like when he discussed matters of rent with your father.

“Mr. Lyons how are you today?” you asked.

“I am well. And may I say, you do look radiant today, Miss Narracott. Is that a new dress you have on today?” he asked.

Something about the way he was smiling at you felt wrong. It was too wide. Too friendly. Too...nice. You glanced down at your dress. Attempting some form of modesty though you were entirely covered with hat, dress, and gloves.

“Just a hand-me-down from mum’s family,” you responded.

“Lovely on you all the same.”

It struck you that though he did have a wife, she died long ago. And the mourning period was long since over, which meant…

Slight panic gripped your turning stomach. Dear Sweet Jesus- the man was actually flirting with you! You held your gloved hands. But, considering that he had money and a higher station…was he using his position to do what he wanted? How crude! What would your family think?

For now, you only smiled, gripping your hands tighter.

“Mr. Lyons, I thank you for your generous compliment. And I hope your son is well too. Though I am afraid I must leave- there are still chores to finish back home,” you excused.

“Ah, so Sunday is no day of rest?”

“No, it is not,” you confirmed.

You wished you could have added “thanks to your prices!” at the end of that. But you bit your tongue instead.

You dipped your head and left. Despite the familiar faces you passed, your mind spiraled elsewhere. Questioning if this was reality or some odd dream you had. You caught mum gossiping with some friends. Dad and Albert were behind her. Dad turned to you.

“Hey- there you were! Was bout wonderin’ if you vanished, Y/N! Ah- let’s head home, girl,” he greeted.

As the four of you began walking, you kept your head down. Replaying the moment with Mr. Lyons a dozen times.

“You got a troubled look about you. What is it?” Albert asked in your ear. He slowed his pace to meet yours.

“I’ll tell you when we’re alone…” you said. · · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · · “Flirting!” cried Albert.

After some chores, you two would go for a walk outside. Especially on a sunny day like today. It was the hour you and Albert could discuss anything. Especially without snooping, overhearing parents.

It was a day that had gentle sunlight as it glided across the sky. The breeze was cool, but slight. The green grass swept through eternity like a green ocean. Tall blue mountains rose from the ground a distance away, kissing the blue sky above you. In the distance from the hill, the town looked so small. One could crush the church bell tower with their thumb and forefinger. You could even see the blue line of the river stretch out from your view. The forest skittered away, keeping the town and hills snug like it was a wall. They went on forever until they vanished to the horizon. Across the green fields, hundreds of white sheep grazed about for their Sunday lunch of fresh spring grass. Ignoring the whistles of their shepherds to feast and bleat about each other. The church bells pealed the hour from far away, but it echoed up here.

This time your company had a third party. Albert held Joey by the reigns as he walked. But the horse’s ears did perk towards you as if this interested him as well.

“I could have sworn it, yes…” you answered.

“Well, what do you think of him?” Albert asked.

“Mr. Lyons is…prosperous. He…you see how he runs things. It’s not fair dad doesn’t pay his rent. It’s not fair he wants to take our Joey too. But it’s what Lyons has to live on. That’s how his occupation works," you replied. It could be worse.

Joey brushed his lips as if in dismissal of his potential owner.

“But, Y/N, do you like him?” Albert asked.

You paused.

“Not really.”

You looked down at the town below. Birds sang their carefree songs over your head. You noted a few blue wildflowers.

“Lyons has a son, doesn’t he?” you asked.

“Yes- David’s his name!” Albert responded.

You bent down and began picking a few. You put them in your apron pocket and then went up and looked at Albert.

“Every meeting that boy stands there. Doesn’t even do anything! He just sneers at everyone all the time!” you commented.

“Andrew calls him air-nose! Cause his nose is always in the air, the big snob!” Albert teased.

He mimicked the gesture with a perfect sneer. You smiled. But then your original idea caught you. You put a hand in your pocket to touch the flowers as your smile faded with your words.

“How old’s David?”

“Fifteen-Same as me,” Albert replied.

So that meant Lyons was old enough to be your father. You let out a sigh.

“Maybe it was just flirting and he'll move on and forget it. Maybe it’s my imagination…” you dismissed.

Joey flicked his tail behind him. Albert kept one hand to pat his long snout.

“If it ain’t, don’t worry, Y/N. If he or any old goat ever tries something funny with you, tell me. I don’t care if he owns the place or not. I’ll box his ear off!”

“Thank you!” you wished.

You stopped to pet Joey, gently touching his long, copper neck. Grateful the horse was now used to you and softened at your touch.

“And please train Joey to kick him. Hard,” you added.

“You bet!” Albert laughed.

Your brother stopped petting his horse to give you a half-hug. Then you both continued walking your path. Your skirt grazed past some long grass and floated in the breeze with it. Noticing another bunch of pretty wildflowers, you both paused to gather some up and put them in your apron pocket.

“So, Y/N I finally got a name for Goose- Harold! What do you think? Fits him, doesn’t it!” Albert announced.

“He definitely looks like a Harold to me!” you agreed.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · · Summer, 1912.

It was a hot July day. Still hot as your shift ended and you left. Grateful for the breeze as you left town and walked up the hill to home. Much to your surprise, you saw two horses before the stone fence you did not recognize. One was a speckled one that chewed on dandelions. The other was an intimidating black stallion that shook its mane and kicked the grass.

As you opened the gate, Albert came running up.

“Y/N! Y/N! We have guests! Guests for tea!” he cried.

“Who?”

“These fellows- soldiers! They were watchin' the lands on duty! Then they found our farm and stopped by! One says he knows you!”

“What!?” you cried.

You immediately walked inside. There was your mother just putting the kettle on.

But there he was, Captain Nicholls, still in uniform. Sitting right at your table! And next to him was the gentleman with a mustache. As you walked closer, you saw the mustachioed man take off his hat. He was only barely shorter than Captain Nicholls. You took note more of his appearance- he had dark hair, as opposed to Nicholl’s auburn hair. But both had high cheekbones.

“Oh- more company!” replied the mustachioed man.

But Nicholls himself stood up, as did his companion.

“Miss Narracott! We’re glad you’re here in time!” Nicholls greeted.

“We’re glad to have you- both of you!” you replied.

Your head turned to the gentleman.

“And may I have an introduction, please?” the gentleman asked.

He smiled and then reached for a handshake.

“Stewart. Major Jaimie Stewart,” he introduced himself.

“Miss Y/N Narracott, pleased to meet you.”

The kettle boiled, the leaves brewed, and tea was served. Father even came in to talk. Everyone sipped as everyone began to question the two soldiers. They didn’t brag about their triumphs in battle. They spoke of their daily lives.

“Fell off him! Then the horse only galloped away! I fell right on my bum in front of our general- there!” Steward finished.

Even Dad laughed. He got out a pipe and lit it.

“So, tell us, where do you fellows both come from? Your families?” he asked.

“Parents both fell ill and died when I was a child,” Stewart explained.

You set down your white and blue porcelain cup.

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” you commented.

“I was raised by my aunt and uncle in London. I had a small family. But that’s not the case for Jim, here!” Stewart said.

He patted Nicholl’s back. He smiled, his eyes bright as he explained.

“I was born in Somerset. My mother was once a pianist and would still give lessons in the town and play at church. Father is a lawyer, but he had a soft spot for books and plays. They met at a little theatre club- she would play piano, and he would act. I’m the oldest of five brothers and sisters.”

“Five!” you cried. It was a lot to have just one, headstrong brother!

“You get quite used to it! We still write to each other all the time!” he replied with a small laugh.

You then smiled.

“I bet it was quite busy!” Mum said. She went to the kitchen and pulled out biscuits on a plate.

“Yes, indeed it was!” He replied.

Nicholls then accepted a biscuit and put it on his saucer. It was the plainer kind. The cheaper kind. He bit into it but showed no grimace. Stewart helped himself to two.

“Sorry it’s not much, we weren’t expecting company…” mum apologized.

“Oh, not at all! These are very good!” said Nicholls.

“You do make an excellent tea as well, Mrs. Narracott,” Major Stewart complimented.

She beamed at them as she finished her drink. Then mum began to return everyone’s cups to the kitchen.

“Now that we’ve had tea, may I see the horse, please?” Nicholls asked.

The soldiers, your brother, and you all walked out to the field. Albert opened the stable door and out trotted the horse.

“Joeys got a brushin’ today! Shiny as a smile on a weddin’, he is!” Albert bragged.

“Leave him to Jim, here. He’s the expert!” Stewart said.

“Yes, I’d love to look at him!” Nicholls added.

Out to the small field, guarded by the stone fence. There Joey stood, eating grass and brushing his tail.

“Ah-here he is!” Albert pointed out.

He put his hands to his mouth and let out the owl call.

“Gentlemen-watch out!” you warned the soldiers. You put out an arm to keep them back.

Joey’s ears picked up. Thankfully he didn’t break into an overexcited gallop. Only a cheerful prance. Nicholls walked forward to the horse. He offered out a hand. You wondered if Joey’s head would buck or make a sudden reaction. He did none. He allowed Nicholls to pet his muzzle. He smiled as he studied the horse- his eyes and his shape.

“He’s an excellent fellow. Very fine!” Nicholls praised.

“Nowhere near Topthorn,” muttered Stewart.

He looked down at the horses’ feet and then the teeth. How touching to see such an excitable being would be calm in the presence of this man. Allowing for gentle pats without resistance.

“Does he ride?” Nicholls asked.

“Not yet- almost there. Got to teach him to plow, is all!” Albert explained.

Not is all. He had to. All bets were on this animal. If he failed, there would be no more of the home you knew for so long. You and your family would have to beg relatives to squeeze you in. Or beg on the streets…

“He’s going to make a fine plow horse we…we hope…” you finished.

The two men turned to you.

“Hope?” repeated Stewart.

You nodded. Tears welled in your eyelids.

“The Landlord says he’ll take the farm and horse too if Joey’s unable to plow the crops for our rent…excuse me…” you said, feeling the sadness overwhelm you.

You turned around, taking three steps away. You began wiping tears with your hand and sleeve. Then you looked up and saw Nicholls offering a handkerchief from his pocket.

“Here, Miss Narracott,” he said.

You accepted it and began to wipe it off. You turned back around. Albert let go of the reins to let Joey trot around.

“My sister was always the worrier-but she’ll be grinnin' and laughin' in no time! Why? Because Joey is perfectly able to! He’s almost there!” Albert declared.

Stewart folded his arms and looked up and down the horse.

“He definitely has the strength to. how is he doing?” he asked.

“Just won’t move, sir- just trots around the bottom field. Or stands. He doesn’t like the plow on ‘im, sir. But I noticed somethin’- he likes it when I imitate things! He ate oats after I’d pretend to eat ‘em!” Albert explained.

Both Nicholls and Stewart returned to the horse. Joey stopped to snack on some grass.

“If he won’t move, try a bit of the horsewhip. Just a light touch. It will keep him moving,” Nicholls advised Albert.

Stewart looked around.

“Where does he have to plow?” he asked.

“The bottom field,” you replied, pointing that way.

The four of you walked there. It was a long, large field with dead grass and filled with rocks. How pitiful and impossible it seemed to you. Stewart leaned down to the ground, inspecting the dirt.

“Don’t you think if there’s water, it’ll be better? Make mud, make the blade move!” Stewart suggested.

“Well-did you hear that, Albie! Those are good ideas!” you said.

Albert nodded.

“Will keep them in, sir!” he vowed.

“Well, we’ve overstayed our time! Should we start going back, Jim?” Stewart asked.

“Of course, we should!” Nicholls replied.

Stewart went back inside with Albert to say his goodbyes. But still outside, gazing at the rocky field, Nicholls turned to you.

“Don’t fret about it, Miss Narracott,” he said.

You returned his handkerchief, which he placed in his breast pocket.

“I’m so sorry for crying in front of you officers,” you mumbled.

“There is no need for shame, Miss. You’re in a frightening position,” he comforted.

“I’m afraid…we’ll lose our home, our life…” you added on.

“Joey is more than capable of plowing. He has the ability- Albert just has to train him in the right way. He must figure out what works.”

“I just think sometimes my life’s slipping away from me and I can’t do anything about it,” you confessed.

The chickens passed the front yard, clucking away. The wind whistled in your ears, cooling you from the sun.

“Do you know of any way you can help Albert?” Nicholls asked.

You blinked.

“I could…I could pick up on some of the chores Albie does. I can feed the chickens more and check on Joey’s stable for water and food. To buy him time to train. It isn’t much…” you sighed.

Nicholls smiled at you.

“It will make a difference. That will make you feel better. And in control.”

“Thank you, Captain…for the handkerchief, your words, everything,” you said.

Both of you began to walk back inside. The gentlemen put their caps back on their heads.

“When are Albert and Joey going to continue to try plowing?” Stewart asked.

“Tomorrow morning. Starting at dawn,” you answered.

“Then…by all means, if we can be there to help, we shall!” Nicholls promised. · · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · · You hurried from work back home. You had to see how plowing was going- you had to. But to your great surprise when there was a crowd of people already at your property. And normally you weren’t used to massive company on your lands! Men and women, rich and poor and between, old people and little children, all gathered to see the field. They leaned against the fence that protected the bottom field. They were watching the attempted plowing like a circus!

Albert was right there with Joey. He put on a mock plow like the one around his horse. Albert’s shirt was drenched with sweat. If they began at dawn, they must have been at it for hours by now. Joey was not motivated to run. The horse stopped. The crowd all began to gossip, stare, jeer, and cheer. Some were even taking bets among them, swapping prices for if the field got plowed or not.

“Come on…come on- the whip!” you urged.

Albert used a whip and that made Joey move. He trotted forward. The blade moved across the field. But it only dug a few inches. Not deep.

Then Joey stopped.

In the back, you saw dad and Lyons sitting on a rock, watching. Lyons turned to your father.

“I’ll give you a day to gather everything even, make the arrangements…” the landlord reasoned.

You scowled, but only gripped the fence tighter than say anything. Then you ran forward to the shed and retrieved a water can, still heavy with water.

Walking out to the field, you watered the ground before the blade. Then you turned to Albert and Joey.

“Here…it should help…Albie, cup your hand, you need it!” You offered.

You already smelt the stench of labor from your brother. He cupped his hand and drank. Cupping your own palm, you offered the water to Joey. You noticed the sweat on the horse’s coat too. He lapped his large tongue on your mouth. You couldn’t help but smile at the tickling sensation.

“I can keep pumping from the spout- just holler!” you offered.

You dumped the rest of the water in a path before the plow blade.

Looking around the crowd. You heard that most were cheering the two of them on.

“Go on, Albert! You can do it! Come on- you can do it!” they shouted.

When you looked in the group, sure enough, you saw Stewart. Nicholls was right beside him. Still in uniform from being on duty. Nicholls then turned to you.

“Miss! How are you- how was work?” he asked.

“Very boring compared to this! But look!” You pointed.

The blade sunk better into the ground you managed to water. It was a little, but better than nothing. You heard a couple of claps and whistles.

“Your ideas- they’re working!” you thanked Stewart.

As Albert brought on the whip. He cracked it a little harder. It made Joey trot forward for a minute. But he was still struggling- it was difficult, rocky land. You noticed this time the horse was struggling- he was using his strength to the weight of the plow. Perhaps it was too heavy for him in the first place!

“Oh, dear god, I cannot stand it!” you cried.

Your house, your future, everything was on this! Nicholls then looked at you.

“Then you know what to do- keep watering the ground, Miss Narracott!” he reasoned.

“But…”

“Consider this an order from a captain,” he added.

You nodded.

“Then yes, Captain Nicholls, I will…”

You then ran to the pump in the front yard. You put the can under the spout and began to pump out water. Your movements were quick and desperate. Your family’s life depended on it. Nearby was a bucket empty of chicken feed. You added it below and pumped water into it for good measure. You were grunting from the effort. You were sweating and the bottom of your work skirt was dirty- but did that matter at that moment? Dirt could wash off later.

“It’s heavy- here- would you like help?” Nicholls offered, walking up.

“Yes…I would- carry it out to the field and back, that’s all!” you pleaded.

“It’s my pleasure, Miss Narracott!"

He followed you out and both of you watered the ground near the blade of the plow. As you backed off, sure enough, Joey moved under Albert’s whip and the blade dug. Some dark clouds gathered above you. Many stopped squinting from the shade.

Then once it got to dryer ground, it was harder to go through. Joey struggled to move the plow, neighing with the effort. The crowd was beginning to disperse. There was a smirk on Lyons's face. How you wished you could strike him and wipe it off! You grabbed your skirts and frowned.

But as a few people walked away- some stayed. There was Si Easton and his son, Andrew- your closest neighbor and Albert’s oldest friend. A few optimistic locals. Lyons, David, their servant, and the motorcar. Stewart and Nicholls remained, their faces both white. Your feet screamed for you to sit after work, but you were frozen in place. Dad slumped as he sat on his rock. Mum ran out, her knitting still gripped in her hand. It felt as if your fate was sealed when…

There was a boom of thunder. You looked up. The dark clouds covered the sky. There was a first putter of drops. Lyons and his son fled to their motorcar for shelter. You looked at the two soldiers.

“I’ll fetch some umbrellas- we have two!” you suggested.

You ran and got them out, already your legs were tired from all the dashing about. You handed the umbrellas to them.

“Here, stand with us- where it’s dry,” Nicholls offered.

“Thank you,” you replied.

He held the umbrella and opened it. You were grateful for the shelter. Rain pelted from above against the umbrellas. You stood next to Nicholls as Stewart began to cup his hands to cheer.

It then hit you how close you both were to Nicholls. Too close for just a brushing of clothes. He could touch you with his bare hands. You felt warm and shaky and nervous. Your stomach burst into a hundred butterflies dallying about in your guts. You glanced at him as he looked at the field. How handsome his profile was- a triangular nose, thick lashes, pink lips. You could smell the sun from his uniform. Then you forced your eyes forward. You remained standing.

Stewart then shouted.

“COME ON, ALBERT! JOEY! NOW! Now while it’s wet! Look!”

Albert looked around. The ground was moistened by the rain. And movable.

With a determined shout, Albert gave the whip another crack. Joey broke into a gallop. You gasped-the blade cut through the ground like a knife cutting chocolate cake.

It was getting plowed properly. Joey kept running. Some shouted at him to avoid the bigger rocks. But they shouted in vain. The blade cut clean through the biggest rocks on the field!

The leaving crowd then returned. They whistled and broke into applause that rivaled the thunder. Men tossed their caps into the air and caught them. Joey kept running, Albert behind, cheering along. Dad was smiling- the biggest smile you had seen in ages. No one seemed to care about the rainstorm drenching them. Lyons pursed his lips beneath his red mustache. His servant held his umbrella once he left his motorcar, jaw hung low. Mum clutched her knitting to her heart and grinned.

You broke from the umbrella and ran to give her a hug. She hugged you back.

‘He…he did it…the bottom fields going to have crops! It’s getting plowed!” you cried.

“Oh, you helped them- that’s my girl and my boy- that’s both of you!”

“I’m so relieved, mum!”

“So am I!”

You ran to the rock, taking dad’s hands.

“It’s plowed! It’s plowed!” you cheered.

“It’s plowed! And I’ll need help seedin’ it! Might as well start after the storm!” he said, blinking as rain pelted him.

With a laugh, you hugged your father and kissed his cheek.

“I’ll help you dad- be glad to!”

Glancing back, you saw the soldiers smiling. They walked forward, offering shelter from the umbrellas.

“As I said- he’s a fine, strong horse,” Nicholls said.

“You were right Captain, thank you.” You replied.

“Then we’ll see you about. Give Albert our congrats,” Stewart said.

They returned the umbrellas, which you held with both hands. Nicholls smiled at you as he tipped his cap and left with the Major. Your mother returned to the fence to watch, clutching her knitting in one hand. She did not care for the wet strands of hair blowing in her face.

Lyons, his servant holding his umbrellas at his heels, approached her.

“I’d not let a child of mine slip in the mud alongside a plow blade. He could lose a foot!”

Mum turned to him. With the fury of an ancient goddess, she aimed the sharp knitting needles at Lyons. Both Lyons and the servant backed off. You couldn’t help but keep smiling.

“You’ll likelier lose an eye, Mr. Lyons, if you carry on prating at me how to manage my son! Or my family Or my plow or my horse or my field or my farm!”

She ran back to the gate. You opened one umbrella for both of you. But she kept, running out of the way of the shelter. Cheering on boy and horse.

“Come on Albie! Push on through!” she yelled.

You glanced back at Lyons from beneath the umbrellas.

“You will listen to her. She’ll do it.” You added on.

“I’ll say this- the Narracott men are stubborn fools, but at least the women have some sense in them- both of them,” Lyons replied.

He tipped his hat and smiled, still watching from his window as the motorcar drove off. You tried to keep your eyes on the field finally getting plowed at last. Though to how much he was looking at the field or looking at you, you’d rather not think about.

[anthurak]

Random Story Concept/Idea Ask Game

Alright, so because I’d like an excuse to ramble about story/fic ideas I’ve probably spent way too much time brainstorming in my head, here’s an Ask Game I just came up with.

Rules: Post any number of fic story ideas/concepts that have been bouncing around your brain for anywhere between the last ten hours-to-ten years, but you’ve just never been able to write anything on them beyond a bunch of notes and WIPs. Post either a title, a brief blurb, an incomprehensible bit of rambling, or some combination of the above.

My Story Ideas/Concepts:

Fate Series-

Fate Foundation: Grand Order by way of the SCP Foundation with a smattering of Metal Gear Solid.

FGO: Spirit of Blades – In which I come up with a far too convoluted explanation for why Gudako looks like Shirou Emiya’s long lost younger sister.

Helluva Boss-

The Loonie/Via Roadtrip Show; featuring shenanigans, bounty hunting, dark sorcery, trauma and feels.

Highway Blossoms-

The Dungeons and Dragons AU where things are not nearly as different as you might think.

Magical Girl Lyrical Nanoha-

Lyrical Ghosts: The cyberpunk-esque AU where less characters are dead but there’s way more trauma and war-crimes and I crib a LOT from Ghost in the Shell.

Nier Automata-

Nier-2B Route Extended; the hypothetical route where 2B gets to stay the main character, A2B is real and 9S gets to be the final boss.

Nier Alternative/Nineless; the AU where 9S does not exist, 6O gets to be a character and I have put WAY too much thought into lore and worldbuilding

RWBY-

The Halo AU Idea nobody asked for that ended up jackknifing into multiversal crossover shenanigans.

Yu-Gi-Oh!-

Post-DSOD set Tea/DMG story; ‘The Successor of Dark Magic’

YGO/SRWOG crossover; Serenity of the Steel Dragons; AKA ‘Joey’s sister becomes a badass mech pilot’

(Feel free to ask about more than one, though please do so with multiple Asks so I can give each of these their own post.)

[envysparkler]

DickKory? DickJoey?

DickKory

I don't ship it.

Why don’t you ship it?

Lack of that enemies spice.

What would have made you like it?

That's a tough one. Some kind of conflict pitting them on opposite sides maybe? Idk, I can't think of a clear one.

Despite not shipping it, do you have anything positive to say about it?

They would be such a badass power couple. Also they are very hot together. And I am very much a fan of Dick and Kori being co-parents of all the baby heroes.

DickJoey

I don't ship it.

Why don’t you ship it?

Of all the Wilsons, Joey probably goes last on my list of shipping them with Dick. He's too nice.

What would have made you like it?

A universe where Joey never become a hero and instead works for his father. The forbidden romance on opposite sides of the conflict.

Despite not shipping it, do you have anything positive to say about it?

I have to say, the parent reveal in the DickJoey fics I've read are always delicious. Dick being a little nervous to meet Joey's father and then immediately getting the fright of his life upon seeing Deathstroke.

[thehealingsystem]

top 5 cg chapters and top 5 mp100 characters for the top 5 ask game :]

OH. okay. hmmm these will probs all be c!henry centric

1. The Ink Demon

Where do I start. This chapter...perfect ending for the first part. Couldn't even think about anything better than this. Every time I even GLANCE at the ending it gives me the feels. What happened there, Henry having to trust Joey and work with him ("What about you?" GJSJFHSHHFF), the Ink Demon finally given a soul, just the pure shock + Henry reflecting on his past compared to his present. Him IMMEDIATELY adopting Bendy, seeing how he changed. And ending it off with "Now what?" Just....yes

2. Those Still, Soft Spaces

I reread this chapter a lot. Filled with fluff yet its just so...sad. I'm SO GLAD Henry got to have those moments by himself, alone, just letting himself feel and experience the world for the first time in years. Actually realizing that the time loop was broken, that he was free. Even when he had given up hope a long time ago. Him being so damn happy over chex mix of all things was just so adorable but also just so :( this chapter just hits so hard. Him crying with pure happiness, plus the toons actually getting to have a proper introduction with him. I love it

3. Blackout

This chapter was so terrifying...C!Henry IMMEDIATELY stepped up to the plate here. And seeing HS!Henry do so as well despite his fear was refreshing. We got a special moment with the Henries bc of it, but also that fight...C!Henry is so badass, but I hate how this is just his norm. And that NIGHTMARE. A part of me wants it to be more than a nightmare, and considering the theme of CG it probably was, but also does he need to suffer more. does he. the answer is no

I do have a fic in the drafts for this chapter from a different perspective (gonna be mostly hs!joey tho not solely him). When am I gonna finish it? I have no idea. But I really want to see what it was like for the rest of them. But I'm glad we got to see C!Henry's dream

Also it seems that he's gained some respect points from that fight. It clearly shows in recent chapters. "Henry'll be there!" "If anyone could keep it check, it'd be him"  “Besides, ah, Henry, he’s proven he’s not a pushover. I’ll be fine" He's gained some trust from others, they rely on him to protect them now (I personally think it should be the other way around...but I'm glad they see his reliability)

4. There's A Lot to Unpack Here...

This chapter hurts, but it was expected. Honestly it would've been better if they had known what to expect. I mean, I would too be pissed if a guy I used to be friends with had trapped me in a time loop for years, only to be suddenly brought to a separate world where nothing had ever gone wrong and that very same man's counterpart was also there, while also completely misunderstanding just what had happened there. When they started DEFENDING HIS JOEY....he got SO PISSED. I don't blame him at all ("How can you be sure it was even his fault?" Susie sweetie I know you mean well but omfg)

5. Story Time

Ah! An AWRB chapter! Finally! I was waiting for this to happen. And damn that hurt! He needed to actually admit what happened and not keep it all inside, but I feel bad for Al and Tom. Imagine finding out your entire life is a lie? Gonna be even worse when they find out who they used to be. It would probably also result in them also having their grudge against Joey. And HS!Joey's gonna feel even worse than he already does

OH and it was DEFINITELY him who eavesdropped on their conversation. We've had absolute radio silence from him on his part, and all he's done is been holed up in his office. If he's trying to find a solution for Sammy/Sam, or something more (cause believe me, why wouldn't he try to fix their side after hearing that?), I don't know

I think I'm gonna answer the second one in a separate post...don't want it too long + mp100 is too off topic for this

For anyone curious, this is about this fanfic. It's super amazing, so I suggest if you like bendy you should read it!

[the-teddy-bear-butch]

hey!

liked the top 3 list, wondered if you wanted to share from any of these?

31

36

46

71

<3

Hiya! Thank you so much for the asks dude!!! You chose some really fun ones to ramble about <33

Link to the asks

31: Top 3 things to draw/doodle

Oooooh, I doodle a lot, but I fall back on a few things

My own characters, especially the main characters from my novel (check them out at @the-supernova-sapphics )

Werewolves! I like to mess around with ears and face shapes and fur to make them match their human form, it’s very fun. And I just have a very intense werewolf special interest

As much as I talk about HATING drawing hands, they are okay sometimes. I doodle hands a lot to try to get a feel for them and it’s fun to try different gestures

36: Top 3 books from your childhood

I am a horse girl. I grew up on Black Beauty by Anna Sewell. I had a series of classic books condensed for children, and then I read the actual book at least a dozen times growing up

In the same vein, I also had a condensed kid’s version of Call of the Wild by Jack London. Loved that one a lot <33 I have yet to read the original, but I intend to do so

Bit of a strange one, but Kalahari by Jessica Khoury was a favorite in middle school. I hadn’t read anything like it before and I haven’t really since. Interesting concept, minor twist on a zombie virus almost? and I loved it

46: Top 3 fan fictions you’ve read

OH BOY

Okay so my favorite fanfic is probably Bloodletting by @agentgenevra . I have talked about it a LOT over here and I will sing it’s praises forever. Let me do it yet again. First of all, vampire Nancy. Vampire Robin. That is enough to get you hooked. But! This fic has one of the BEST AU plot lines I have ever read. The way each character and their individual motivations and personalities connect into this big web of a plot is FASCINATING. And! Tension! Tension! Tension! Eve is a genius and I fucking adore this fic.

Second place would most likely go to Dancing in the Moonlight by summersociety. I want this fic injected directly into my bloodstream. It’s somehow serious and unapologetically goofy at the same time. Again with tension! Monster hunter Nancy is a badass! Werewolf Robin is complicated! AROO BROKE MY HEART. Martha is also a queen.

Finally, I think I’m going to have to go with Raise Dead by @eskawrites . Go in with the warning that this is the only fic that LEGITIMATELY, not as an exaggeration, made me cry. The feelings are very raw and very intense, this fic will break you heart and then mend it. Chapter 3 especially ruined me. Angst galore dude. And very poetic writing, I love it.

71: Top 3 songs of this month

Only three? Damn I gotta really narrow down the favorites list

Everywhere, Everything by Noah Kahan is one of the best romantic songs I’ve ever heard, it’s kind of giving Hozier imagery but a little more upbeat and also this man’s voice does things to me

Late Bloomer by Semler, I’m writing a fic based on this one and it’s just very soft and good and I love the lyricism, plus the guitar!!!

Real genre skip here, but I swear Punk Tactics by Joey Valence and Brae is laced with something, that song is addictive and my funky neurodivergent brain loves it

Honorable mentions are Everlong by Foo Fighters, The View Between Villages by Noah Kahan, and Maple Syrup by The Backseat Lovers

[imaginationisveryrapid]

Tag people you want to get to know better

Tagged by @tm-trx - Thank you! ☺️

Three Ships

Buck x Eddie (9-1-1) - They’ve had a grip on me since early 2020 when they showed up on my dash and have never let go since. I have no clue if they’ll ever go canon, but I’m going to root for them always.

Pacey x Joey (Dawson’s Creek) - I can’t call them my first ship, but it’s a close damn thing. I remember watching DC every week and just despising Dawson. I know it was technically his creek, but damn was he annoying, especially when he was with Joey. And then there was Pacey. Still one of my favorite television characters ever. They were so cute together and seasons 3 & 4 of the show were just excellent, mostly because of their chemistry and how many scenes they shared.

Bella x Jasper (Twilight) - Team Edward/Team Jacob, who? To be honest, I don’t really know where this one came from. I have just been in the mood recently to read some Bella x Jasper fic, and luckily there are some excellent ones out there. These moods have always ebbed and flowed, but this pairing always seems to come back every so often and they’ve got a grip on me right now. I’ve even started rewatching clips from the movies (??? what am I doing with my life???) and looking for fanvids on YouTube. I’ve always gone for the unexpected/rare pairings, I guess. Thank fuck for fanfic and fan created works.

First Ship

Kimberly x Jason (Mighty Morphin Power Rangers) - Does it make sense? Not so much. But I haven’t ever made sense, even as a child. I always remember being mad that Kimberly got with Tommy and would think up scenarios that could change canon even way back then. I was writing fanfic in my head before I even knew what it was. I wasn’t joking about those unexpected/rare pairings.

Last Song

Volcano Girls by Veruca Salt - Alternative rock has always been my number one genre, particularly 90s alt rock and female-led bands are badass. This song is so kickass.

Last Movie

The Proposal - Needed a mindless rewatch of something cute, that I’d seen before.

Currently Reading

Fight Like Hell: The Untold History of American Labor by Kim Kelly - Just got this one from the library and haven’t read too many chapters yet, but it’s great so far!

Currently Watching

9-1-1 - Finally getting around to finishing my rewatch of the series with my mom that we started last year. Just made it to the halfway point of season 4. I am in no way prepared for 4x13 and 4x14. 😬

Puppet History - Doing a complete rewatch of the series, now that the latest season is finished. I do a lot of rewatches, I’ve noticed, lol.

Good Omens - I saw stuff on Tumblr when the first season came out, but I was able to get the DVD set from the library and I’m finally watching it the whole way through.

Ghosts (CBS) - I watch this one every week with my mom and my aunt.

Currently Consuming

Water - it’s almost 1am here. If I tried to eat or drink something else now, I’ll be up even later.

Currently Craving

Fries. Always fries.

Tagging some folks from my notes (but no pressure of course): @sarcasticfina @holypiercednipplesbatman @molly2009 @organizedstardust @periru3 @calculated2stagger @bleakmonday

[olivieraa]

I watch DSOD a lot

like, a lot

tbf I skip to any part with Kaiba and Joey, straight up, just fast-forwarding all that Aigami shit. he has waaaaaaaaay too much screentime

Kaiba has a perfect amount (I just wish there was more uniqueness to it)

personal faves - seeing him at Kaiba Corp. I mean you read KaiJou fics for 10+ years, that’s the place they at the most. I just wish it showed him in his office. in the main series he’s there... four times??? like we get him in AN office beginning of battle city but I think that’s his home office. and cause Ygo heavily lacked with any sort of nice background in ANY sense, it was small and bland. and to make matters worse, he had the UGLY coat. pretty animation tho. then there’s season 4, where he answers the phone to Joey. again, the best animation, but UGLY COAT. and then s5 (grand prix), which gives us Kaiba in the suit but animation isn’t... isn’t great. cut to the Egyptian arc in s5 and ofc Kaiba in his office is the worst animated ep in YGO history (minus the removal of the tie, I don’t know how it went downhill immediately after). then a brief shot of him in his office a few eps later before jetting off to Egypt.

- drinking water. Kaiba being human is the best.

- back on the big screens in the city. classic Kaiba

- standing in rain on rooftop with his fucking SWAT team and then on the road literally stopping traffic.

I can’t complain about Joey’s screentime cause its a movie. baby boy best friend dont get a whole ass arc. I loved what they gave of him

but my ultimate dream was always to see more of Joey’s past badass self. and when snippets off it came out in the manga it was so incredible.

and so he has that moment where he jumps off the bridge and confronts the bullies and they know who he is and he says he’ll fight them (not duel, FIGHT) and its so wonderful.

bc for me, really and truly, sometimes I can’t wrap my head around ygos timeline. like... the length of the series isn’t made clear when like, one fucking day in ygo is 40 eps. its insane. 

but its not 100% clear how long after atem left that this movie is set. a few months? half a year? 2 years??? 

but to ME, its almost fucking 20 years since first watching it agshdjf like... all I can think of sometimes is MY HOW THEYVE GROWN but they havent grown THAT MUCH. to me its almost like Joey is fucking 35 and a calm guy who is so well past his gangsta days and has his own place and a wife or something idk but then BOOM some bullies appear and that part of him just comes back

its always there in him. and I’d love to strongly emphasise how much of a badass he was. he was basically unbeatable fightwise, to the point that, if Joey fights the person screwing over yugi, there’d be no need for atem, so they constantly had to get rid of Joey somehow cause Joey too would always win. in one of the eps they made him get stuck in a barrel just to keep him away.

so I love LOVE LOVE seeing Joey wanna throw hands instead of duel. so just that tiny ass moment in the movie is basically my fave. 

I think he’s a legend on the streets tbh. that even tho he’s a new person, a sweetie pie who’d rather have some playful duels, mess with someone and he’s ready to beat your ass, no duel disks involved.

[henneseyhoe]

MASTERLIST

( smut= R , angst= ~ , fluff= +)

MICHAEL B. JORDAN

Unexpected Expected Guest (R) (Halloween special)

P POWER (R)

Erik takes readers virginity (R)

KILLA HOTLINE | CHAPTER ONE | CHAPTER TWO

NEW RULES (~)

Adonis being clingy with his wife and new baby (+)

My Big Three As Boyfriends (+)

The Return Of Killjoy (R) (Halloween Special)

YAHYA ABDUL MATEEN II

Interrupted quickie (R+)

“Tell daddy you sorry”(request) (R)

My Big Three As Boyfriends (+)

TREVANTE RHODES

WORKOUT (R)

Country lovin’ | Teaser | intro | Cookin’ Soul | Trial And Error (R)(~)(+)

My Big Three As Boyfriends (+)

SMILE FOR ME, DADDY | BEDROOM BULLY (R)

KOFI SIRIBOE

USE ME (R)

GREG TARZAN DAVIS

Pillow Talk (+)

KEITH POWERS

You deserve it (R)

DAMSON IDRIS

Next lifetime (request) (R)(~)

JOHN BOYEGA

Freaky Girl (R)

Blurb. (R)

Still Mine. (R)

✮OTHERS✮

⭣

JOEY BADA$$

THROW AWAY (R~)

LAMELO BALL

Creepin’ (R)

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OCs

I think she like me. (R)

More coming soon…<3

[miyuhpapayuh]

1. introductions.

New York

1995

Stevie sits up in her bed and peels the covers away, getting up and walk towards her closet, searching for an outfit.

She decided on a black overall dress that stops mid-thigh and flows out, a red bodysuit and chunky black sandals.

She puts her silk cap on and heads into the bathroom. Jumping underneath the hot water, she scrubs clean with her coconut body wash and wraps her cotton towel around herself once she's done.

She rubbed the lotion into her skin and put her deodorant on. She takes her silk cap off and sits it on the sink. She brushed her teeth and washed her face.

She walks back into her room and gets dressed. She grabs her flip phone, places it in her bag and slings it over her shoulder.

She heads downstairs, finding her best friend, Tyler, sitting at the table, eating a blueberry muffin and talking on her phone.

"I mean... my last class is at two, so we can if you want." She rolls my eyes, realizing that she's talking to yet, another boy toy of hers.

"Tyler, we have to go." She says, grabbing a muffin off the glass dish and heads towards the door. She grabs her keys off the hook and looks back at her.

Tyler sighs and rises up from her seat, pulling her bag on her shoulder. She rolls her eyes at her and continues talking to whatever his name is. She grabs her umbrella and shields them from the light rain.

They head out and hop into Stevie's Audi Sedan. She starts the car up and pull out the driveway and head towards the University.

"Alright, heffa." She hangs up and places her phone in her jacket pocket, staring at her friend. "How many classes do you have today?"

"Three. I have calculus, bio and my favorite, creative writing."

"I love your poetry, just as much as I love you, Stevie." She twisted her lips up at her and continued driving.

"I also, have three classes. Except, I have civics and english II and algebra II."

"I hate that you're a year older than me, Ty. We barely even see each other in this bitch." She parks in the designated zone and turns the car off. She pulls her key out of the ignition and they step out of the car.

"This is true. I'm sorry, babe." She sighs and they make their way inside, soon parting ways.

Tyler and Stevie have been inseparable since high school. She was the only girl that wasn't on some phony shit with her. The rest of them bitches were childish as hell.

She walks into her calculus class and sits in the front row, right next to the window. She's always the first person to get here, so she pulls her notebook and pencil out, and slings her bag over the back of her chair.

Soon, people start filing in. The way everybody's dressed catches her eye.

The girls always wear their afro puffs, braid it up or straighten their hair down their back. Their big hoops or diamond studs shine, along with their gold chains. Their clothes either match from head to toe or they wear those color block dresses that she wishes she owned. Baggy jeans, sweatshirts and sneakers are my favorite look on a girl.

The guys always look good, no matter what they wear. Whether it's a sweatsuit and some Jordans, jeans and a collar shirt or even when they dress it up a little, with their blue jean or leather jackets. Their waves be on point and their dreads do too.

She sighs and watches as their teacher, Mr. Evans, walks into the class and sits his folder down on the podium. He's one of the driest teachers ever.

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Finally done with her classes and up to her neck in assignments, she heads to the cafe to find Tyler.

She bumps into a couple girls on the way there, and of course they glare at her evilly. Rolling her eyes, she continues towards her destination.

She gets through the double doors and a tall figure almost wipes her out.

“Oh shit," his hands grab hers, before she hits the floor. "My bad, lil mama."

She looks up and all she sees is lips. Luscious ones.

Her eyes travel up to his. They're brown like hers. His skin is a rich cocoa. She pulls away from his grasp and regains her footing.

"I-it's fine." She smooths the bottom of her dress out and pulls her bag up on her shoulder. His eyes linger on her face.

"Nah, you 'bout became one with the floor. I should've looked down."

She smacks her lips, laughing a little. "I'm not that short!"

He cracks a smile, showing off a set of pearly whites. She's a sucker for pretty teeth and brown skin, yes ma'am.

"You're pretty small, compared to me." He says, chewing on his bottom lip.

She rolls her eyes, beginning to move around him.

"Hey," his hand latches onto her wrist, "is it cool if I get your number?"

She smirks, reaching inside her bag for a pen and reaching out for his hand. He places his hand in hers, palm facing up.

She writes her number on his wrist, looks up at him and winks.

She places her pen back in her bag and heads over to Tyler.

She sits down across from her and Tyler stares at her with a smile on her face.

"So, who was tall, dark and handsome?" She scoffs and sits her bag on the seat beside her.

"A total stranger. Why?"

"Okay, first of all, don't lie to me. You stood over there entirely too long, for him to still be a stranger to you. Second, you gave him your number."

"How did you—"

"Girl, who am I?"

"Alright, Tyler. Are you ready to go?"

"Hell no! I really wish we didn't have to work in that stupid ass place."

Stevie and Tyler have been working at Joes for about a year and a half now. It has its perks. They both get paid a little extra cause the manager loves them, but every job comes with those trying customers and employees.

She's almost lost her job once, and well, Tyler has had her fair share of strikes against her. Stevie always comes to her defense and saves her.

Sometimes, she feels like she's older than her.

"Get up, girl! We have to be there at three." She stands up and pulls her up, as well. She dragged her through the double doors and back towards the car.

"You're such a mom. Joe isn't gonna fire us, so you can definitely calm down." She unlocks the car and tosses her bag into the backseat.

"Tyler, that man is like a second grandpa to me. I don't ever wanna disappoint him, and you shouldn't either." She slides into her seat and Tyler does the same.

"I don't wanna disappoint the man, either. I just need you to loosen up."

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Clocking in and putting her apron on, she helps Tyler tie the back of hers and she does the same for her.

Her phone rings in her pocket.

She pulls it out and answers it. "Hello?"

"Hey, it's Rod."

"Rod?" She questions.

"Yeah, the rude muhfucka that bumped into you, earlier today."

She laughs and leans on the counter.

"Ah, I would've never pictured that being your name."

"What name did you picture, love?"

"Hm... maybe Jordan or something." He chuckles.

"That seems fitting, but nah. What's yours, though?”

"It's Stevie."

"Really?"

"Yeah. What? Is that not fitting?"

"I pictured you being an Angie or even a Selena."

She laughs and peeks my head out, looking to see if the coast is still clear.

"Those are cute but, I like my name better."

"Me too. So, what're you up to?"

"I'm actually about to start my shift for the day. What about you?"

"I don't go into work until five, so I'm just relaxing. Where do you work?"

"A coffee shop."

"What's it called?"

"Why, so you can stalk me?" She asks.

He laughs, again.

"Nah, baby. I'm not a stalker."

"And I'm not your baby." The line goes silent, and her patience starts wearing thin.

"I ain't mean it like that."

"It's alright. I have to go, anyway. Can we continue this later?"

"Yeah, definitely. Have a good day at work."

"Thanks, you too." she hang up and places her phone in her locker, heading towards the front.

She'd only been here for two hours and is beyond ready to go home.

The customers have been trying it since she emerged from the back, and if John accidentally brushes up against her one more time.

"Excuse me!" A white woman, a little bit shorter than her, snaps her fingers in her face, even though she's staring right at her.

"Ma'am. There's no reason why your hand should be this close to my face." She says, pushes her tiny wrist back, causing her face to flush red.

She has to purse her lips together to hide her amusement.

"Where's your manager?" She screeches.

She looks behind her and sees the man, himself. He makes eye contact with her and waltzes over.

"You've been requested, dear." She sarcastically spits.

They switch places and she starts going off about her, like the customers usually do. 

With the women, it's the usual she's not friendly enough or she can definitely be faster, when she's literally the fastest server in this fucking place.

Of course, the men don't like her because she don't flirt back or smile at them too much.

Men are entitled creatures and that makes her skin crawl.

"Ma'am.... is there a real reason why you're complaining? Stevie is always on her job and if she wasn't, I assure you that she wouldn't be here. If you would like to get served by someone else, we can arrange that. You can also call the 1-800 number at the bottom of your receipt and take it up with corporate, too, if you'd like."

Her pink face goes back to its original color, at the mention of corporate. White people love corporate.

He fixes her coffee, hands her change and receipt and sends her on her way.

He looks back at Stevie with a frown on his face.

"Stevie... you've got to be more careful with our fair crowd."

She instantly catches onto what he means by fair, almost choking on her spit, trying not to laugh again.

"In all honesty, Mr. Joe, fuck them. I don't know why they think that they can just waltz in here and demand anything from me. Do I look like the type of girl to be talked to that way?" He shakes his head, also rubbing his temples.

"Look, between John and these damn customers...." he sighs heavily, "I just want everybody to go away, but I have a business to run. And if John does something else, I'm beating his ass myself."

The sincerity in his eyes makes her heart thud in her chest.

"You know, you're like a grandchild to me. I protect mine, okay? I got you. Take five, if you need it." He pinches my cheek.

She smiles and pinches his back. He grins and turns on his heels, walking back to his office.

She leans on the counter, closest to the wall, watching Tyler take orders and get heckled by customers. She sighs and hops up on it and starts peeling the dark red polish off her nails; a habit of hers, when she gets agitated.

"Tough day?" The sleaze ball himself, comes up beside her and leans on the counter.

She scoots over, folds her hands in her lap and stares straight ahead.

"Aw come on, Stevie Wonder, I ain't come over here to mess with you. I just wanna—"

"Stop calling me that, first of all. Second, don't feed me no bullshit apology about how you just playin with me or whatever else is about to come out of your mouth. Go away." He moves in closer, opening his mouth to retaliate.

"Go away, before I make a scene in front of these customers. I'm not playin' with you." She says through clenched teeth.

He snarls his lip up at her and backs away, heading to the back.

"You want me to gut him like a fish?" Tyler walks over and flashes that menacing grin that makes Stevie's skin crawl.

"Nah, I think Joe's got that covered. I just don't know why that boy likes messing with me!" She rolls her eyes and hops down, walking back to her register.

The clock ahead of her reads seven thirty-two. Their rush usually ends around this time. She takes advantage of the quiet time to tidy up her area and pull her notebook out.

"Simply because boys are gross. They'll cross through however many girls it takes to find one that lets them have their way." Tyler says, wiping the back counter down.

"Well, only you would know that, Ty. I've never even had a boyfriend. And, if they act anything like John, I'll stay single forever."

"You don't have to have a boyfriend to understand that. It's common sense. I'm sure there are good men out there, but I ain't found none. That doesn't mean that you won't, though."

She sighs and thinks back to Rod.

Should she even give him a chance?

"Get out your head, chile. Didn't you talk to that tall, fine boy today?"

"Earlier, yeah. We had a typical conversation."

"Bad typical or just typical?"  She grabs a pen and stares at the prompt for her creative writing assignment.

What trials and tribulations have you gone through, so far in your life? What accomplishments have you made? Is there anything you regret at this point in time?

"Just typical. He called me baby girl and I snapped, per usual. I don't like pet names and shit, especially if I told you what my name is. It not baby, boo, ma—none of that bullshit." She puts her pen to the paper and lets the words flow like water.

"Ugh, one day, your walls are gonna crumble around you. What did he say?"

"He apologized and I said we could continue the conversation later. And, no they aren't cause they're gross right?" She mocks. Tyler rolls her eyes and leans her head on Stevie's shoulder, watching her pen move across the paper.

"I'm gonna grab my stuff from the locker, you want me to get yours too?" She looks back at the clock, again. It reads eight twenty-five.

"Yeah, that's fine. Thanks."

She nods and heads toward the back. Stevie continues writing her paper and casually looks towards the door and the few occupants still in the shop.

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She finally slides into her bed, with her journal and pen in hand.

She always writes a lil sumn sumn before I go to bed.

Men have this sense of authority to them.

Do as I say, and you'll be alright,

Or suffer the consequences.

If you don't smile, you're labeled as bitter.

If you smile too much,

you're labeled as wanting to be seen.

Don't talk back, cause he ain't ask for that.

Even though he asked for it.

with those slick comments he made.

It's wild, how all your buttons are pushed, and you snap,

And suddenly, they're the victim.

You're crazy and you shouldn't act like that,

Cause, men don't like that.

Fuck them and their opinions.

Entitlement and a mans' ego is a very lethal combination.

She clips her pen on the page, closes it and sits it on her nightstand.

"Welp, until tomorrow." She turns her lamp off and turns over, falling into the deepest slumber.

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The next day

She sighs and stirs around underneath her cover, growing irritated.

It's Saturday, which means that Tyler's parents, along with her own, are coming to see them and take them out for lunch.

Usually, it would be a breeze, but as of late, Stevie's mom has become very anal about her lack of experience in the dating department and is continuously trying to set her up with idiots from her dads' job.

Tyler's parents are very strict, overly proper people.

They try to dictate her life for her. Stevie's surprised that they even let her move in with her, in New York of all places. She was so sure they'd have a joint heart attack.

"Stevie! Are you awake?" She asks, coming into the room. 

She places her pillow over her head and slides down in her bed. 

She hears footsteps. Then, the pillow is ripped out of her hands. She opens her eyes and stares at Tyler's goofy facial expression.

"I am, now. What do you want?"

"Come on, they'll be at the restaurant at one thirty." She huffs and sits up, looking towards the window.

It's not raining today, but it's still pretty chilly outside.

"Fine. Are you gonna take your shower first?" She nods, tossing the pillow back on the bed.

"Yep. I just came to wake you up." She disappears down the hallway, and Stevie finally stands up and walks over to her closet.

She pulls out her oversized white button down, green fitted slacks and her black ankle boots.

She lays her outfit out and goes into her dresser drawer, pulling her beige bralette and panty set out. 

She sits back on the bed and turns the tv on. Pretty Woman is playing again.

Her phone starts ringing.

"Hello."

"Good morning to you, too." It's Rod.

"Good morning. Is there something you needed, dear?" A chuckle sounds on his end. She blinks.

"Well, I was just hittin' you back from last night. If it's too early…” he trails off.

"I was already up, you're good. Wassup?"

"I feel like we might've gotten off on the wrong foot, yesterday. I wanted to apologize for that." She smirks.

"I appreciate that."

"Alright, cool. So, can I ask you a question?"

"You can."

"Would it be okay if I took you out on a date?"

"It might. What did you have in mind?"

"See, I wasn't expecting to get past the asking part." He starts laughing, again. "I'll think of something real nice and let you know."

"See, this is why women will always be the superior gender. We stay quick on our feet. Y'all should take notes."

"Is that so?"

"Rightfully."

"Aight, so you always have date plans lined up and ready to go?"

"Well, maybe not date plans, but yes. I always have something in mind."

"If it was flipped, where'd you take me?" He asks. She starts laughing.

"I'm not giving you any hints! You tried it."

He kisses his teeth.

She hates that noise.

"I guess I gotta think of something grand, then."

"Don't hurt yourself. I'm a woman of simple pleasures."

"Is that right?" He asks.

She hears the smugness all in his voice. It sends a chill through her.

"Damn right." She looks up and sees Tyler pointing to her bare wrist, mouthing the words get your ass up. She rolls her eyes and wave her off.

"...maybe, next weekend?"

"Say that first part, again for me. My friend was distracting me."

"I was thinking, we could go out next weekend. Is that cool or are you busy?"

"Yeah, that sounds good. I'm always free on the weekends."

"Alright, I'll let you go. Have a good day, Stevie."

"You too, Rod." She hung up and stood up from the bed, making her way towards the bathroom.

"Mhm, what a lengthy conversation..." Tyler follows Stevie in, staring at her. She sighs and pulls her T-shirt over her head.

"And, what about it?"

"Ew, who stuck their dick up your asshole?" She laughs and smacks her arm. Stevie gives her a stale face.

"Shut up!"

"What's new, girl??"

"He asked me out on a date, and I said yes." Her eyes widen.

"What? Aw, that's really cute!" Stevie turns the shower on and nods, smiling to herself.

"It kinda is, honestly. I've never been on one so, I don't know what to expect."

"Don't expect anything, but a good time. You'll worry yourself, expecting anything else."

She nods and pulls the rest of her clothes off, dropping them into the hamper and hopping into the shower, this time wetting her hair.

She quickly scrubbed her body clean and hops out, since she only has like fifteen minutes left.

She dries off and lathers her body in lotion and puts her deodorant on. She puts her clothes on and fixes her shirt in the mirror.

She grabs her bag and places her phone and lip gloss inside, heading downstairs where Tyler is waiting.

"Well, don't you look cute!"

She stands up and spins around, showing off her fit. Stevie laughed and grabbed her keys off the table.

"Thank you, chica. You look cute, too. Fix this, though." She tightens the knot in her shirt.

"Alright, you ready?"

"Yeah, where are they?"

"Le Bernardin."

Stevie rolls her eyes.

See, her parents—well, both of their parents are very upscale, panties-in-a-bunch type of people. 

"Why don't they take us to a regular restaurant? They have to be extra, every time they come up here?" She laughs and they head out the door.

Twenty minutes later.

"Oh, Stevie! Look at how beautiful you are!" Her mom smothers her face in kisses. Her dad, on the other hand, pulls her into a rough hug and sits down. He's never been one to show a lot of affection, if any at all.

"Ma, you just saw me last month." She wipes her ruby red lipstick off her face with one of the crisp white napkins sitting on the table.

"I know, but you just keep growing up before my eyes!"  She coos, making Stevie sigh and take a seat next to Tyler.

"Tyler, you look gorgeous, as always." Her mom compliments and Tyler's mom nods, swiping her hair behind her ear. Tyler untucks it, letting it flow over her shoulder.

"Why won't you keep it the way I had it? It looks better."

"Because I like this way! Stop." Tyler places her moms' hand on the table and looks over at her dad. He sends her a small smile and clears his throat.

"How are you, lin?" She sucks her teeth.

"I would love for you to stop calling me that, and I'm fine."

"I can't call you a name that I gave you. Why don't you like it?"

"Because it's not my name. We have this conversation a lot. You can literally call me anything else." He sighs and picks his menu up.

"Alright, whatever you want, Tyler."

"Honey, I found another guy for you." It was Stevie's turn to roll her eyes.

Here she goes.

"Ma—"

"He's twenty-one, a scholar and such a gentleman. Right, Gene?" He nods and looks at her over his glasses.

"He'd be good for you, sweetheart."

"No thanks, I'm good." Her mom lets out a dramatic sigh.

"No, you aren't, Stevie. How long are you gonna keep this up?"

"Wha- keep what up? Turning down these tightwads at my fathers' law firm? Forever. How many times are y'all gonna keep pressuring me to date? Leave it alone."

"I am your mother. Did you forget that?" She firms, and Stevie feels the headache coming on.

"Of course, not."

"Then, why won't you let me set you up?"

"Cause, I don't need your help. I don't need anybody's help."

"Obviously, you do. You've never been on a date." 

She cocks her head back at her mother's statement.

"Have you ever thought about why? Oh, never mind, I'm sure you have a list of your own reasons."

"You're a very beautiful girl, I don't know what your problem is."

"My problem." She looks over at Tyler, who's got her own issues going on, before looking back to her mother.

“My problem is you. It's actually, the both of you. Stop trying to make it seem like dating is more important than anything else. Let me figure this stuff out on my own."

"Now, why would we do that?" They question. She smacks her forehead.

"Did you not just hear me? I'm twenty years old. I've been living without y'all for the last two years and you still find a way to instill these ridiculous things into my head. I'm so tired of it. Let me be an adult without you smothering me."

"That's what you want?" Her father asks.

"That's what I've been telling y'all."

"Fine. We'll stay out your business."

"Thank you."

"And everything else." She raises her eyebrows.

"What?"

"We'll stay out of your life. Since, you're ungrateful for us and we're smothering you, we're done being your parents. Starting right now, we'll stay in California and no longer visit you, pay for your phone bill or anything else. Fend for yourself, since you're such an adult!" He slams his fist on the table and gets up, walking away from them altogether.

"For his information, I've been paying my own phone bill and I buy my own clothes, with my job. Y'all haven't done anything for me, since I graduated, but try and throw me onto some random man that I don't even know. Just because your parents did that to you, doesn't mean you do that to me. I see where it gets you." Stevie defends.

"That is your father, whether you respect his views or not." She cries, while Stevie grabs her purse and stands up.

"Yeah, and I'm your daughter. But I see that means nothing to you." She says before walking out of the restaurant and back to her car. She gets in and locks herself inside.

Knocks sound on the passenger window. She unlocks it and Tyler gets in. She cuts the car on and pulls out of the parking lot.

"Stev, I'm really sorry." Tyler says.

"What are you sorry for? You didn't do anything." She says back.

"Well, cause I didn't know what to say to defend you and I felt bad. I don't want you to think that I don't have your back."

"Nah, I wouldn't ever think that. I understand how awkward that was. It's fine."

"But it's not. I can't believe they went off on you, like that."

"Well, they aren't my parents anymore, so I guess it's not my problem." She shrugs and turns the heat on.

"Stevie,"

"Just drop it, okay? I don't wanna talk about it." She sighs.

"Yeah, it's been a long day."

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She decided to meet up with Rod a little earlier than their original date.

She just needed to get away from the house and her problems for a few hours. So, he'd picked her up and taken her to McDonald's, per her request.

"You wanna talk about it?" He asks.

She dips her fry into her ketchup and shakes her head.

"It's honestly too much to explain. Plus, this is our first hangout, and I don't wanna scare you off with my problems. I'd rather ease you in."

He laughs. "Alright, I'll take your word. I'm just glad you're good, even if it's just for right now."

"Thank you. How's the paper coming along?"

"I fucking hate that class, first of all."

"Why?"

"Teacher's a total asshole, and she made me rewrite half of my paper. She claimed that I didn't meet my full potential, even though that was the greatest paper I've ever written." She laughs, watching his brown skin turn red in irritation.

"I bet it was. Don't let these bogus ass teachers get to you, though. They think that because they have a PhD, they can say and do whatever." She sips on her soda.

"Yeah, you're right."

"I know." She flips her hair over her shoulder. He chuckles, shaking his head.

He starts talking again, but her eyes are stuck on his lips.

She's not sure if it's because she hasn't kissed anyone since she was in middle school or because they just look so soft.

Maybe both.

"...like that, ya know?"

She snaps out of her trance and looks up at his eyes.

"Ima be honest with you. I didn't hear a word you said." She lets out a nervous laugh and he smirks.

"Distracted?"

"Maybe, a little bit."

He leans in closer, giving her a better look at his fine ass. 

"So, Ms. Stevie. Are we still on for next Saturday?"

"We are, dear. I'm so proud of you, for coming up with an idea." He rolls his eyes at her.

"Don't try me, girl." She giggles and pulls her hood on, growing cold.

"I guess we should head out. I'm incredibly exhausted and you look tired as well." As if on cue, he yawns.

"You right. Ten-hour shifts will do that to you." 

They stand up from their chairs and throw their trash away. 

Stevie tucks her keys into her pocket, and they head towards the door.

"Thanks for hanging out with me, tonight."

"It was my pleasure. I had fun with you." He smiles and holds the door open for her.

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[doctorprofessorsong]

@valleydean posts the last chapter of Redux Sunday, so allow me to tell you why you need to stop everything and go read it immediately.

I could tell you it's exactly like the show to the point that I often felt like I had it back, or I could tell you that she somehow managed to make the canon ending into something incredible. Instead, enjoy some spoiler free things this fic has made me yell in the comments.

Jesus. I had to put the phone down for a minute. As always, you have such a way with words.

Ha! Dean you messy bench, you aren't fooling anyone. Xoxo

Fan-freaking-tastic episode. 10/10. If the CW threatens us with more Supernatural again, I'm throwing you at them

S C R E A M. Dean, you disaster. But good for you, sweetie. You deserve a little kink. You waited long enough.

Expect a letter from my lawyer

I LOVE YOU I AM CANCELING THE LAWYER LETTER AND POSSIBLY PROPOSING.

Hmm, status of the lawyer letter is unclear actually

I would threaten to track you down but you could definitely take me. 😆 but I am extremely unhappy about this and I will be writing you a very sternly worded letter

That is my personal hell. Unless Joey Lauren Adams and Stan Lee are there. Yes this is a Mallrats joke in the year of our Jack 2021.

Let me be clear. If you [redacted], I will name a character after you in every fic I write and kill them spectacularly. 😆 [I did this!]

H E L P. Your mind. I need 200k words of this. I want to live in this episode. I want to read it every day at breakfast. You are deranged for doing this. I am on one knee proposing. How so you feel about polyamory? If it's a dealbreaker, I just gotta get a quickie divorce

God, I just. This sentence makes me want to break through a wall like the kool-aid man. It's perfect.

You are actually evil for this, you know.

You're gonna break me, aren't you? Stop grinning. I can feel your glee at this comment from here.

I will murder you in your sleep. How fucking dare you?

You're the best (worst). <3

Finally managed to put words on paper and get myself into a place where I can cope with angst. Let's see if I can immediately cause imminent psychological damage through fic. My safe word is Asmodeus (that'll ruin the mood)

ASMODEUS. Well, I got deep into the chapter. Why are you like this? do you LIKE hurting me? Fine. I'm gonna keep going. It's my fic-sub nature. But I'm gonna be a brat about it. Fic-Domme away.

Yes, hello? I'd like to report a murder. Whose? My own.

I just want to fucking talk. *remembers you're a badass.* um, I mean that literally?

CASTIEL MARIE WINCHESTER, I SWEAR TO JACK.

I can't decide if this fixed me or made me worse.

This chapter is going to make me claw my own skin off.

Castiel James Novak-Winchester, what the fuck?

I am snacking on my drywall over here. Like fuck me

Seriously. A knife between the ribs would be more merciful.

I should have thrown you off the roof (affectionate).

Holy shit, Mallory. This is fucking phenomenal. I want to chew off my own arm. What in the actual fuck? You are so talented.

[thedreamingfish99]

Heyy, it's me!! First of all, I want to restate how much I love your HoA Jason fics 💞 they're literally some of my comfort fics rn!!

I was wondering if I could request a fic where reader's either a Second Lieutenant or maybe Chief Warant Officer 5. And where reader's been traning with the others in Camp Slayer for about a year, where reader and Jason's been "subtlety" flirting for a while to the point the others like merwin and joey act like wingmen?

I also saw this comment on Gab Smolders' playthrough of HoA :

I thought maybe reader's callsign would be something related to lipsticks because reader loves wearing them?

Soo an idea has been running 'round my head which is about reader and jason fight one of the vampires in the assault really badass-ly and jason ends up kissing reader?

And when they reunite with Salim he's teasing Jason about the lipstick smudges on his lips/chin? Then Nick, and the Kings would have the same reaction and piece two n two together!!!

I've been imagining this for a few days now and can't let it go AAAHH no pressure in writing it though, I'm so sorry if it's too specific or long, please feel free to not write it if the concept makes you comfortable or anything. Have a nice dayyy! <3

Hella! First of all, thank you so much, it's always nice to hear that our work is loved, it really makes me happy so thank youuu!

Also, I loooove the idea! I will definitly write it and knowing myself, I'll probably need to make multiple parts of it, hope that's oki for you. I am really excited for this story, thank you for sending this request to me. Much love!

[ironmandeficiency]

mutuals as veggietales silly songs

idk why i’m doing this besides the fact i’m a sleep-deprived neurodivergent that can get down to a silly song. if you want to do this w your mutuals (explanations are optional), go right ahead! silly songs are for everyone 💕

the pirates who don’t do anything: @capricornrabies and @valkyrieofthehighfae we’re the pirates and i love that for us. we get on a discord call together and suddenly all productivity ceases and the brain cells walk the plank. it’s the best kind of chaos 😂 there are no other pirates i’d rather do nothing with

larry’s high silk hat: @dindjarindiaries when you write angst you hold nothing back and while it hurts me when i read it, boy do i respect the absolute fuck out of it as a fellow writer. your dedication to your craft and pulling heartstrings (in fluffy and angsty ways) is admirable af and i enjoy reading literally anything you write

his cheeseburger: @pettyprocrastination the vibes are immaculate here. just enough anguish and emotional pull to get you into your feelings but also being hugged thru the angst. v passionate abt literally everything you put even an ounce of effort into and i love that dedication

endangered love: the drama! the intensity! the romance! @flightlessangelwings this one’s for you. the way your writing makes me feel like i’m sitting in a parisian cafe reading from a worn paperback had me giving you this dramatic song with no hesitation. it’s a classic, have never met anyone who didn’t enjoy this one.

yodeling veterinarian of the alps: gotta go w the darling @scribbledghost partly bc of how many au pets her jack has that we’ve all fallen in love with & partly bc i (the vet) will scream disjointed ideas at her and scribs (the nurse) translates them into sensible things w ease. one of my lifelong faves that’s underrated af

love my lips: replace “lips” w “soft star wars dads” and you’ll have molly, aka @dindjarindiaries and 90% of her fabulous content. she was one of my first pedro blogs ever and love my lips was one of my first silly songs. both this silly song & molly have near and dear places in my heart and i adore them (molly more than the song if we’re being honest)

the water buffalo song: @a-dorin you almost got song of the cebu but this classic had your name written all over it. you don’t listen to the naysayers and keep on singing abt your water buffalo and i’m proud of you for it. your confidence is infectious and i love being your friend (also water buffalos are p similar to cows and i know how you like cows)

song of the cebu: @persaloodles you might fight me on this but this song is an accurate depiction of nearly every conversation we’ve ever had. we distract each other w our shenanigans to the point of forgetting the main point and there’s always a likelihood of spending twenty minutes plus on tangents. we alternate on who’s larry & archibald when talking abt our bad decisions, it’s so wonderfully chaotic

belly button: @autumnleaves1991-blog idk why but i feel like you would vibe w this one. the entire thing is a *nsync reference no child will get deadass mr. lundt looks like joey fatone & junior asparagus is ramen noodle hair justin timberlake and i’ve read enough of your fics to know you enjoy subtle nods & hidden meanings. plus i feel like we could sing this together in the car and absolutely kill it

lance the turtle: this song is for my darling @pedropasscals and is one of the only valid semi-new silly songs imo. you’ve shown me time and time again that you’re a badass at improvising when things go wrong & continuing to persevere despite it. your feline babies & i are your backup singers who support you in all your chaos

pizza angel: this song is another with all the drama & @miraclemoreno your writing never holds punches. you have a knack for immersing me into au’s with characters i know v little about & making me fall in love with them instantly (like the way this song makes me want pizza every time i hear it). it has v nice instrumental bits & great background vocals, just like you do some kickass world building

[daaedoodles]

2, 3 + 15 <3

2 / connor rhodes or will halstead?

oh boy i’m biased because of my fic so i’m gonna try and be objective ‼️ i think connor, like based on the show alone connor > will ,, like will is an idiot but i also love him why??? and connor is just a badass and i love him too 🤲

ngl because of my fic i was this close to saying will (writing connor right now doing worried wconnor shit so) HAHAHAHAH

3 / favourite episode of season 1?

has to be episode 13 “us” because it’s semi-sarah centric <3 i love that episode because we see her really going out of her comfort zone and being able to help people (unqualified or not) and the family she’s made in the ED after dr choi defends her and she talks to joey about it. same with at the end of the episode when she, joey and natalie talk and she’s upset because she doesn’t want to go </3

done 15 <3