#putting this out now so i don't forget like last week 😂

[slutforln4]

worship — joel miller.

summary. to believe in god is to commit to his rules. joel miller managed to make you break one of them.

pairing. dbf!joel & christian!fem!reader

warnings. your dad's best friend? more like your controversially old sex buddy! 😂 (reader is in their early 20s, joel is in his mid 40s), jesus freak sucks dick!! (m receiving oral), smut, edging, dirty talk, fingering, lots of religious references, joel is compared to god and reader sorta worships him idk

this goes without saying, 18+ MDNI, i'm not responsible for what media you consume, beware for your own good

word count. 3k

author's note. hellooo everyone :) i hope this fic doesnt offend the hearts of anyone christian who shall read this (... are you really christian if you read this filth...) but i hope you enjoy! completely unrelated note— the happy trail makes me go crazy.

taglist. @cordeliapaugou

“Hey, kiddo.”

The last thing you expected to wake up to was your father and Joel Miller drinking coffee at the dining table. If you had known you’d be waking up to guests, you would’ve at least put your PJ pants back on— instead, you’re just in your pink underwear.

“Uh,” you tiredly rub your eye, “hey, Joel.” Your father looks at you with narrow eyes, so you correct yourself. "Mr.Miller.”

Joel shakes his head, “no need for the formality, honey, it’s just Joel.”

You give your dad a look, a small and proud smile on your face. You’re not fourteen anymore and Mr. Miller is Joel to your twenty year old self. Your dad just sometimes forgets that you’re no longer his little girl.

“What’re ya talkin’ about?” You ask, setting on the kettle to make some tea for yourself.

“Just stuff,” Joel shrugs. “Since when did ya get a texan accent?”

You can see your father’s shoulders slightly shake with a chuckle. “She’s been spending too much time with her mom down south, picking up her accent and all.”

“It ain’t as bad as ya make it out to be, dad.” You roll your eyes. “Besides, it only comes out when speaking to someone else who’s a Texan, like Joel.”

You make yourself the tea, turning your attention to making sure not to spill meanwhile your father’s talking about going to a city a few days away and how he can't just leave you at home.

You can't help but look at Joel from the corner of your eye as you blow your tea, him staring right back at you. His arms are large and you can see the outline of toned muscles underneath that flannel he’s wearing, and God the way his hair is naturally messy, but it suits him so perfectly, it makes your knees buckle just at the thought of your fingers tangled in it.

Was this weird? He’s been your dad’s best friend since you were like eleven, you only met him when you were fourteen and even then, he showed you love as if you were his own daughter.

You wondered what went through that mind of his when he traced his eyes down your body, gaze lingering on your pink panties for a little too long. Did he think this was weird, too? The way he licked his lips when you sat down on the island in your kitchen, slightly spreading your knees apart, made you think differently.

“You okay with that, hon?” Your father's voice pulls you back into reality.

“Hm?”

Your dad walked over to you, leaving Joel to sit alone at the dining table. “I’ve got a work trip for the next week, you think Joel could keep an eye out for you?”

“I don't need a babysitter, dad.” You roll your eyes, taking a small sip of your tea. It’s a smidge too sweet, but there's not much to change now.

“I know, I know,” he sighs. “But you know how there's these girls on TV? The one’s going missing?” You nod, hesitantly. “I don't want to see you on TV, honey. Joel was gonna stay with us anyway, since he’s visiting.”

You think it over, silencing the butterflies in your tummy. “Okay, fine. Just promise he ain't a big ol’ grump like Sarah said he was.” You laugh and he pinches your cheek. “Good luck at work, dad.”

“Be a good girl, alright?”

You watch your dad’s car pull out of the driveway, waving goodbye to him. He goes on trips like these often, but they take place conveniently when you’re visiting your mother, so it's weird being home alone.

Except, you’re not home alone. Joel’s here.

The same Joel who was sitting in your dining room a few hours prior and watching you in your underwear like a predator hunting its prey. Much like the hunting nonsense Joel is watching, as he’s sprawled out on the couch.

You walk past him and up into your room, leaving a slight gap between the door and doorframe. You have college stuff to catch up on, so you open up your computer and open up your assignments.

About twenty minutes in, halfway through an essay about human evolution and what difference it made to their psychology, you hear a knock on your door.

You turn around and see Joel’s head peeking into your room, eyes scanning it as if he won't be checking up on you for the next week. “Hey, kid. I ordered pizza, should be delivered in half an hour.”

“Oh,” you swallow dryly. “Alright, I’ll be down then.”

“Ya alright?”

“Mhm, just doin’ some college work.” You smile softly. “I’ll be done until the pizza’s here.”

Joel nods, and you get the feeling that there's something more he wants to say, but he’s holding back. Before you can ask, he’s halfway down the stairs.

Another twenty minutes pass and you’re done with the essay. You jog down the stairs, your loose shorts bouncing along with you. Joel’s in the kitchen, pulling out a couple plates when you walk in. “Hey, I was just boutta call ya.”

“What kinda pizza did you get?” You ask, watching as he opens the box to reveal a cheesy, pepperoni pizza. “Nice,” you smile up at him.

He hands you a plate with a slice in the middle of it. “So, how’s college?”

You shrug, taking a bite of the pizza. “It's fine. Not much is fun ‘bout it.”

Joel chuckles. “Yeah, I remember my college days. I was rowdy back then. Unlike you. Goody two shoes, eh?” He raises a brow in your direction and you feel the butterflies blooming in your stomach again.

“I guess so.” You smile, softly. “I got a naughty side to me, ya know.” You notice the way Joel’s lip quirks up at the side, as if he’s satisfied with your answer.

“Yeah?” He locks his eyes with yours, the gaze alone making your knees buckle. Good thing you’re sitting on the kitchen island or else you’d be a melted puddle by his feet. “I guess all good girls are bad girls, in some ways.”

“Mhm, exactly that.” you set your plate down and bite your bottom lip, palms resting on the surface you’re sitting on. “I’m a good girl for the most part.”

“I know ya are,” he smiles at you and follows you to the dining room, where you sit and eat together, catching up since the last time he saw you. He tells you about his daughter and how she’s getting married soon. You tell him about your college major and plans after you graduate, which intrigues him more than anything.

The strong gaze from a much older man is more than enough to make a girl like you flustered.

Joel noticed the red rush to your cheeks, the way your eyes didn't meet his for the rest of the meal, and the way your fingers fiddled with each other.

Joel asks if you still go to church, and you nod. You know that he asks this to know if you still worship the Lord enough to not give into the sin. “Do you?”

Joel shakes his head. “Haven’t been to church in years. Don’t trust God no more.”

“I’m sure there's still a part of you that loves God, no?” You ask. “The good Lord wants us to worship him, and that’s what we should be doing.”

When Joel doesn't answer, instead looking at you with a crease between his brows, you get up with your plate and go wash it in the sink. Washing dishes has gotta be your least favourite chore, so you’ve learnt to adapt and get over it, and that is by occupying the rest of your body as your hands work on the dish.

Meaning that you hum some sorta song while swaying your hips along to it.

You can’t hear Joel coming into the kitchen, so you continue swaying your hips in those shorts of yours, as you mumble the lyrics to whatever song you’re thinking about.

It’s only when you feel a hand on your waist and his face close to your ear, that you realise Joel is there. He leans into your ear, pressing himself against you. You can feel his erection against the thin material of your shorts, causing a damp spot form in your underwear.

“You enjoyin’ yourself, sugar?” He whispers, his hand sliding down from your waist and pressing on your belly. “You enjoy teasin’ me, hm?”

“Teasing? I wasn't- I-”

Joel chuckles. “Don’t think I didn't see ya starin’ at me this mornin’. Spreadin’ your pretty little legs for me, hm?” You feel his fingers slide down under the waistband of your shorts, getting dangerously close.

Joel’s fingers ghost over your clothed clit and you jolt back at the feeling, accidentally rubbing yourself up against his erection again. His pointer finger trails down from your clothed clit and to the dampness in your underwear.

“You said you’re a saint, hm? Gettin’ so wet for me,” he kisses on your neck. “Ain’t that a sin, sweetheart?”

You shake your head. “It’s just… Fuck,” his fingers pull the waistband of your underwear up, making way for them so slide between it. His pointer finger teases your clit, earning more whimpers from you.

“It’s just what, honey?”

“It’s just human nature.” You stifle a gasp when his finger pushes into your core, gathering some of your wetness before dragging up to your clit. He starts rubbing slow circles on your clit, kissing on your neck and grinding his dick against your ass. A moan leaves your lips and you feel him smirk against your neck.

“Human nature, hm?” He mumbles. “Will it be human nature when I bend ya over the sink and fuck you like the little slut ya are?”

You whimper at his words, his finger applying pressure to your clit as he twirls it. “No, Joel, we should-... We should stop.” You contradict your own statement by arching your back and rubbing up against his hard cock, when his middle finger teases your hole.

“If ya want me to stop, why are ya grinding on my cock, hm?” His other hand grabs your jaw and turns your face to him, tears already threatening to spill at the feeling of his fingers thrusting in and out of you. Joel gets so close to your lips that he might just kiss you, and his fingers thrust in and out of you at a pace that’ll for sure make you cum, and when you think he’ll let you spill all over his fingers… He pulls away.

His hand is no longer on your soaked pussy and his lips are no longer mere inches away from your lips. You’re left dumbfounded, standing there by the sink.

You follow him to the living room. “What was that?”

Joel shrugs. “Ya wanted to stop, so I stopped.”

“Yes, but-” you groan, annoyed. He sits down on the couch, immediately manspreading and doing nothing about his erect cock as he turns on the TV and crosses his arms behind his head. You look down at his lap, at his thighs and the way his arms look in that tight t-shirt of his. Fuck, how badly you want that cock twitching inside of you.

But it goes against your religion and you’re not willing to sacrifice it for him, or his masculine bliss that would surely turn a girl like you into a woman.

Your feet work faster than your mind and all of a sudden you’re standing between his legs, tugging off your shorts and panties. Joel’s eyes widen when you sit down, hands propped up against his chest, and begin rubbing yourself against his thigh. After a few moments, your waist is embraced by his large hands and he’s guiding you.

There’s already a wet spot on his jeans, and Joel smirks at the sight. “Ain’t you a lil’ sinner, hm?”

“N-No.” You say, firmly, as his hands guide you to continue riding his thigh.

“The Good Lord wants us to worship in a different way, sometimes.” Joel says, his lips on your jaw, sending a trail of kisses down to your neck. He gently bites the skin and sucks on it, leaving his mark on you.

“Fuck,” you moan as you near your orgasm. You feel your clit throb against the material of his jeans and he feels it, too. His hands find your clit and rub it as you continue riding his thigh, his eyes not leaving your face. He watches as your face contorts into a look of pleasure, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

“Let go, baby,” he praises. “Let go.”

You feel yourself grip onto his arm, nails digging into his skin as you cum all over his jeans, a loud moan erupting when you do.

“Naughty, naughty girl you are, hm?” He smirks when you gladly take his soaked finger into your mouth, sucking it off. Joel’s eyes are half-lidded and lustful, making you feel butterflies. “Be a good girl and go clean yourself up.”

“But what about…” You point to the bulge in his jeans. You’re such a sweetheart, Joel thinks, as his fingers pry open your mouth. He puts his thumb into your mouth and you suck on it, as he undoes his belt with one hand. Joel’s finger pushes back the waistband of his boxers and your eyes widen at his dick as it springs up and hits Joel’s belly.

He pulls his thumb out of your mouth, a string of saliva connecting it to your lips. He spreads it on his tip, mixing in with the pre-cum, before he taps it against your lips.

You open your mouth and he pushes the tip past your lips, going slightly deeper into your throat with every second. You feel his hand come up to caress your cheek as he continues guiding his cock down your throat. When he hits the back of it, you gag and he pulls it out immediately. “We don't gotta do anythin’ you don't want to, darlin’.”

“I want to do this for you,” you mumble, licking your lips. The taste of his precum enters your mouth and you feel yourself slipping into the sinful path of lust.

When Joel’s eyes meet yours, and the change from a soft gaze to something lustful made his dick twitch in his hand.

“Alright, then open up, sweetheart,” he puts his dick up to your lips again.

You part your lips, he slips inside, every prayer and holy word dissolves on the tip of your tongue. He tastes like sin and clandestine pleasure, such God would not approve of. But you don't care. With every inch he enters your mouth, you feel yourself fluttering and all those butterflies in your stomach blooming into some new release.

The sounds Joel makes are enough for you to consider this a new type of worship, just like Joel said. His moans could easily suffice the worship of God and you wouldn't mind.

When you feel him twitch, a moan erupts from your throat and rumbles through your mouth. Joel moans your name, thrusting himself deeper into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat and making you gag, all while you’re whimpering and tears are rolling down your cheeks.

“I’m ‘bout to come, baby,” he warns you, but you surprise him by keeping his dick in your mouth. Your hand comes up to stroke the base of his cock, adding that last bit of pleasure before you feel his hotness release down your throat. He pulls it out, a few strings of cum landing on your lips. He brings his thumb up to clean it, but you lick your lips clean with a devilish smile on your face.

The salty sweetness he released slides down your throat like it's holy water. When Joel’s fingertips wipe away the tears from your eyes, you’re kissing on his palms and mumbling sweet nothings.

Joel sits you in his lap after he stuffs it back into his pants, his hands on your thighs as you straddle him. His gaze is on your face, memorising every detail of it as if he were to forget it as soon as he closed his eyes.

The fiery touch of his makes shockwaves erupt on your skin, making their way to your brain and multiplying that fuzzy feeling in it.

“Go clean up,” he says, his lips placing tender kisses on your neck. In all honesty, you’re content right then and there. You nuzzle your head in the crook of his neck, drawing circles on his revealed collarbone with your finger. “Ya want to cuddle?”

“Mhm,” you hum against his neck. “All this worship’s made me tired.”

Joel laughs at your little joke. “‘M sure it has, baby.” He kisses the top of your head and caresses your back, as gentle as you felt God’s word. You could get used to this— the slow and gentle worship, one that you don't have to be forced into.

You could stop going to church and instead kneel in front of Joel, the hardwood floor imprinting on your knees as you two’s moans replace every prayer.

Joel’s strong arms pick you up and he carries you upstairs, opening the door to your bedroom. When he sets you down, you tug on his bicep. “Lay with me.”

“Anythin’ ya want, baby,” he hums, pulling the covers over the both of you as he lays down next to you. His arms hug your waist and you put your face in his chest, inhaling his scent. This is as close as you'll ever get to heaven— the strong smell of Joel’s cologne, his arms warming your body and heartbeat lulling you to sleep.

You wrap your arms around his torso, pulling him tighter to yourself as sleep overruns your body. “Goodnight, Joel.”

Joel’s lips press to your forehead and he caresses your hair. You both know how wrong this is, but God, you can't stop. Joel is so gentle with you, in his touch, in his words, you feel like he’s actually treating you like you deserve to be treated. And he doesn't regret it one bit. He would do it all over again.

He doesn't reject the words that come out of his lips, because he knows they’re true.

“I worship you, princess. Sleep tight.”

[vodika-vibes]

I don't know if this is something I can request, feel free to delete 😅😂

Could I possibly get a Tech x F! Reader where like, people forgot about Reader's birthday and she kinda feels like, lonely, but then Tech finds out about it and that everyone forgot/didn't know and he spends the rest of the day making it up to her,,, maybe some smut as a treat if you feel up to it 👉👈

There Are Other Ways

Summary: After everyone you know and love forgets your name day, you feel pretty down in the dumps. Luckily, a last-minute visitor turns your day around.

Pairing: TBB Tech x F!Reader

Word Count: 2169

Warnings: Reader is sad at first, also smut, oral recieving

A/N: This is absolutely something that you can request! And the only reason it's not longer is because yard work is happening outside my door and I can't focus anymore. Like, on one hand, I'm so glad I don't have to do my own yard work. On the other hand, it's still very loud. Anywho! Thanks for the request! I hope you like it even though it's not, exactly, what you requested!

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You don’t expect a lot for your Name day. You don’t expect presents or food or a party. All you want, all you’ve ever wanted, is for the people you love most to acknowledge you.

A simple holo from the people you love would have been enough to make today a good day.

But you didn’t get a single well-wish today.

Not from your friends or your family. Not from your coworkers.

Not even from Tech, your best friend.

And you don’t blame Tech. You don’t.

How could you? The idea of a Name day is still something new for him, and his brothers, and you know he’s trying his best.

You don’t blame him. But you still feel hurt that he doesn’t remember.

After all, you told him how important today was for you. You told him how no one ever made you feel like you mattered on your Nameday, and that now that you’re an adult you never want to feel that way again.

You told him.

And he still didn’t even send you a message.

You don’t blame him.

You don’t want to blame him.

But Tech remembers everything important to him.

Apparently, you just aren’t on that list.

And that hurts.

You shift so that you’re resting your chin on your folded arms, your gaze lingering on the cake that you bought for yourself. It’s an Ice Cream cake, chocolate and vanilla with caramel and fudge. It’s your favorite.

When it became clear that no one cared what today was, you went and bought it for yourself. 

The cake, and the candles. 

And you even bought yourself a Name day present, a new pair of sandals that you had been eyeing for the last couple of weeks.

A heavy sigh falls from you, the only noise in your home other than the fan you can hear in the next room.

How pathetic.

Buying your own Name day present. It’s the lowest of the low, isn’t it?

Slowly you sit up, old and new hurt making you feel years older than your actual age, and you pick up the cake to put it in the freezer.

You don’t feel like celebrating anymore.

You stand in the middle of your kitchen, holding the cake you got to celebrate your birthday, your hand on the handle of the freezer. You stare at the words painted on the cake, almost tauntingly, and another, louder, sigh falls from you.

You release the freezer and head to the back door, kick it open, and toss the cake in the trash.

You step back into your home, shut the door, and lean against it. “Mom was right,” You say to your empty home, “Name days are a stupid thing to celebrate anyway.”

Who cares if you don’t actually believe that?

Tech is buried elbow-deep in the Marauder when Crosshair storms into the Hanger and flings his comm at his head. “Your comm has been going off, non-stop, for the last hour.” Crosshair bites out, “Deal with it or I’m throwing it into the ocean.”

“Is someone calling me?” Tech asks as he looks over at his twin.

“Not your secretary, Tech.” Crosshair snaps as he spins on his heel and stalks out of the hanger.

“There is no need to be dramatic, Crosshair.” Tech mutters, more to himself than his brother, before he pulls his arms out of the ship and tugs his gloves off to check his comm.

He isn’t expecting any calls. And, so far as he remembers, nothing important is happening tod—

Tech’s thought process stops mid-thought as he sees the notification blaring on his comm.

There, written in plain basic: IMPORTANT. CYARE’S NAME DAY. DO NOT FORGET.

A litany of curses runs through his mind, he forgot. How could he forget? After she made a point to tell him how her Name day was never celebrated when she was growing up, and how she never wanted to feel like that ever again.

Surely other people remembered, though. There’s no way she spent the morning alone, waiting for someone to remember her. Right?

He scrambles to his feet, the Marauder’s upgrade can wait until later, this can’t.

He pauses to look down at his clothes. His jeans are covered in grease, as is his shirt, but his arms are clean. Good enough.

Hopefully.

He hurries out of the hanger, though he does take time to ensure that the hanger is locked (Hunter would have his head if the Marauder got stolen), and then he hurries to her house. 

Luckily, she doesn’t live too far away. Unluckily, she does live far enough away that his shirt is sticking to his skin due to the heat. He makes a disgusted face as he plucks the shirt away from his skin, even as he lifts a fist to knock on the door.

Though he pauses just before his knuckles hit the door.

Her trashcan is open, and he can see, poking out the top, a case holding a melted cake. Tech stares at it for a moment, and then his head tilts back and he releases a silent sigh.

That…is not a good sign.

He knocks on the door twice, waits a moment, and then knocks twice more. He might not have Hunter’s enhanced hearing, but he does eventually hear her moving around the home.

There’s a click and the door slides open, and she blinks up at him, surprise written clear on her face, “Tech? Is something wrong? Do you need me to babysit Omega?”

That is an even worse sign.

“No. I meant to be here earlier, but I—”

“Forgot?” There’s something pained on her face, and Tech hates himself for putting it there, “It’s okay,” She won’t meet his gaze, “No one else remembered either.”

“I got busy,” Tech corrects, “You know what I can be like.”

“It’s okay, Tech.” She repeats, her smile slightly lopsided…and the fakest smile he’s ever seen in his life, “It’s a stupid thing to celebrate anyway.”

“I disagree.”

She shakes her head and moves to the side to let him in from the heat, “Tech, you remember everything important to you, what am I supposed to think?”

“That is not fair.”

She looks at him, slightly surprised, “I’m not blaming you, Tech. I know Name days are new for you and your brothers. I just,” She pauses, and folds her arms around herself, as if hugging herself for comfort, “I just want to forget today.” Her arms tighten, “Mom was right. I don’t really matter, do I?”

Tech now, officially, feels like a monster. 

His mind races, there has to be a way to make today better for her. He can’t buy her something, he doesn’t have the money for it. Anything he could make her would take time. He’s not the best cook, so he can’t even make food for her.

Tech pulls his comm out of his pocket and sends an emergency message to his brothers, telling them that they need to plan for an emergency barbeque to happen tonight to celebrate her name day.

As soon as he gets confirmation from Wrecker (who does the majority of the cooking) and Omega (promising that it’ll be the best name day party ever) Tech drops his comm back in his pocket.

“We are having a Name day dinner for you, tonight.” Tech says bluntly, “Wrecker is cooking.”

She shakes her head, “You don’t have to.”

“I made you feel like you do not matter, and nothing could be further from the truth. A single dinner is not nearly enough.”

She rubs her shoulder, “Look, Tech. I just want to stay home and sulk. A dinner party sounds like…well, it sounds like it’ll make me cry.”

“Before you make any decisions, can I give you your present?”

She blinks at him and then scans him. “You aren’t carrying anything.” She points out.

Tech huffs and walks over to her, “You are just being stubborn for the sake of being stubborn, I think.”

“Wha—?”

Tech throws all caution to the wind and presses his lips against hers. 

It’s a little awkward, as she wasn’t expecting it and she doesn’t react right away, but then he feels her hands against his chest, and she relaxes into the kiss, her hands sliding up his chest and over his shoulders to wrap around his neck.

He breaks the kiss, though he doesn’t want to (her lips are so soft and she tastes like the smoothie she prefers, and he could kiss her for hours and never get tired of it—). 

Her eyes are wide with surprise, but she’s still totally relaxed against him.

Tech has never been so grateful for living on a tropical island as he is at that moment, as she’s wearing a thin tank top and shorts and he can feel all of her soft curves pressed against him. His hand settles at the small of her back, to press her soft body against his more solid one, and his other hand brushes some hair off her neck as he watches her, to see how she reacts.

It takes her a moment to regain her breath, “A…name day kiss?” She asks.

“I suppose now is an appropriate time for me to tell you that I care about you?” He counters in turn.

“Aren’t you doing this kind of backward?” She asks, her voice soft.

“Normal is overrated.” Tech tilts her head so his lips are hovering over hers again, “Can I—?”

“Yes. Whatever you want.” She breathes as an answer.

Tech chuckles and then crashes his lips against hers in a much more heated kiss. This time, he doesn’t hold anything back as he nips her lower lip and slides his tongue against hers.

She releases a quiet moan and the sound breaks something in Tech’s mind, at least that’s what he thinks happens, because the next thing he knows, her back is pressed against a wall and he’s lifting her so that her legs are hooked around his waist.

His lips move to her throat and he scrapes his teeth against her soft skin. She releases a noise so needy that Tech can’t help the groan that escapes him.

“Am I going too fast?” Tech asks against her throat.

Her hands skim through his hair, careful to not dislodge his goggles, “Not fast enough.” She gasps out.

He lets out a breathless laugh, “Greedy.”

“I’m allowed,”

Tech pulls away from her for a moment, his gaze flickering around to take stock of her home, and then he pulls her away from the wall, walks her over to her favorite chair, and sits her on it.

She shoots him a puzzled look, only to squeak when his hands settle at the band of her shorts and he tugs them down. He tosses them to the side, not caring about where they land, and then he settles himself on his knees.

“W-wait—”

Tech pauses and lifts his gaze to meet hers, though he keeps his lips on the soft skin of her thighs.

Her face is slightly flushed and her hair is a mess around her head, “This doesn’t seem fair to you.” 

Tech chuckles, “Cyare, it is your name day.”

Somehow she looks even more flushed, and Tech takes that as a win as he drapes her legs over his shoulders, and busies himself with kissing and biting his way up her thighs.

She still jumps when he presses his lips against her pussy in a light kiss, and he grins, “Lean back, cyare.”

He waits until she does as he asks, and then he flicks his tongue across her clit, pulling a muffled moan from her. Muffled because her hand is pressed over her mouth.

He’ll have to deal with that at a later point in time, but for now, he busies himself with fucking her with his tongue and fingers. She tastes amazing, and Tech is pretty sure that he could spend the rest of his life buried between her thighs and would die a happy man. 

It doesn’t take long for him to determine what she likes, and what she really likes. Listening to her moans and focusing on the way her body twitches under him when he touches her in a certain way.

Of course, this is just part one of his gift for her. He has every intention of taking her in every way that she’ll let him before they go to the Name day dinner tonight.

Tech’s lips curl into a satisfied grin when she releases a gasping cry as she clenches around his finger and her hands come down to fist in his hair.

Oh, and at some point he needs to ask her to be his girlfriend.

Hm…maybe he should have done that before getting to the point.

But then she’s cumming around his fingers and the only thing Tech is thinking of is how pretty she’ll look when she’s riding him.

Happy Name day, indeed.

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[whatitshouldvebeen]

as someone who has self harm scars i was curious. what do you think johnny would think if he saw his s/o (or victim) had some? also i love ur writing so much <3 hope ur staying hydrated and getting enough sleep !!

First tysm for loving my writing!! I have the type of ADHD where I forget to drink anything so unfortunately not but I do get decent sleep ty for asking ❤️ I hope you enjoy the fic and remember, Johnny is not a licensed therapist so please don't follow his suggestions 😂

Scars of the Past

Pairing: Johnny Slaughter x reader

Warnings: self-harm, blood, local insane man is certain he can make a girl feel better via knifeplay, MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 1,670

Maybe Johnny was stupid for hitting the same place twice after already having picked up a girl, but he had to see if you were still around. You, the girl who checked everyone into the nightclub. The girl he’d been following home for the last week. When you'd taken his hand to stamp it, he honed in on your wrists right away. Scars, and plenty of them.

You were accustomed to getting looks and were used to it by now, so all you did was smile at him and usher him inside. He left a few hours later with a drunk girl on his arm and that was that, or so you thought.

So when the club closed around twelve, you were surprised to see the same tall, dark, and handsome man from last night push himself off the brick wall and approach you.

"Hello, little miss," he drawled as he stopped in front of you while you put on your jacket.

"Oh, hey," you replied, not fully engaged.

"I'm Johnny. What's your name?" he asked.

You glanced up at him and shared your name as you finished fastening your coat.

"Pretty name for a pretty girl," he remarked.

"Thanks. Listen, I gotta get home now—" you began, but he interrupted by taking your hand, drawing your attention back to him.

"I couldn't help but notice your scars," he said, pushing your sleeve back to inspect the faded white lines. Your gaze shifted to his, noticing a large scar over his eye that you hadn't seen before.

"I doubt you did that to yourself," you responded with a half-smile.

"My ma did it," he said, catching you off guard.

"I'm sorry," you said softly.

He brushed it off. "It’s fine. But I'm curious, why'd you do this to yourself?" he asked, genuine interest in his eyes.

You looked into Johnny's dark gaze, surprised to find understanding rather than judgment. "My childhood wasn't the greatest," you explained with a shrug.

"Don't most people hide their scars?" he inquired.

"I don't care what people think. I'm in a better place now," you replied, trying to reassure both him and yourself.

“Are you?” He asked, running his thumb over your scars. You didn't know that he'd seen you through your bathroom window, curled up on the floor of your shower, sobbing. You didn't know he'd seen why you called out three days ago, because you couldn't bear to drag yourself out of bed.

Feeling uncomfortable, you pulled your wrist away. "Yeah, I'm fine," you insisted, attempting to brush past him, but he blocked your path.

You then felt something that made all the color drain from your face. A knife, pressed against your abdomen.

“Nah, I think you'll be coming home with me tonight,” he hissed low in your ear.

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He drove you to a hotel, and checked into a room, always keeping the knife at the small of your back.

“I'd take you home to mama, but she gets funny,” he said, gesturing to his scar.

“Why are you doing this?” You asked as he opened the hotel room door, pushing you inside before him.

“Tell me your favorite part about cutting,” he demanded, locking the door behind you.

"What?" you asked incredulously.

“You heard me,” he replied, removing his shirt and revealing numerous scars that crisscrossed his pale skin.

"Did you do that to yourself?" you asked, taken aback by the sight.

“I asked you a question first, missy,” he retorted with a cocky grin.

You sighed, sitting down shakily on the bed. “I just like to be reminded that I'm alive, okay? Shit hurts too much,” you mumbled.

“Well, you're certainly alive, darlin’. A whole club of people pretending to be happy, then there's you,” he remarked, stepping closer with a predatory gleam in his eye. “I can see you better ‘n all them. I see through the walls you built. You're not okay, but you could be,” he said, then turned his Bowie knife around, holding the handle towards you.

"What the hell?" you whispered, feeling a mixture of fear and confusion.

“Cut me. Tell me if it makes you feel alive the same way it does when you cut yourself,” he instructed, as if it was the most normal request in the world.

You took the knife, raising an eyebrow at him. He didn't move, he just stood and watched you with a gleam in his eye.

You stood, holding the knife so tightly your fingers hurt. You could've slit his throat, or tried to anyway. Why did he kidnap you just to hand you a knife? Did he have a death wish?

Adrenaline made your heart pound in your ears. He wasn't moving… he must be serious. You raised the knife, took a deep breath, then sliced it across his chest.

“Ooh,” he winced, hissing through his teeth, “got me good. Must be all the practice,” he said with a laugh. All you could do was stare as crimson cascaded down his torso.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” You asked, the knife still limply held in your hand.

“Same thing as you,” he responded simply, running his hand over his abdomen and bringing his fingers to his lips, staining them red.

“Are you going to kill me?” You asked anxiously.

“Why you askin’ me that, you're the one with the knife!” He laughed.

You looked down at the bloodied knife in your hand and realized something. In this instance, you look guilty. If you were to try anything, he could very easily claim you assaulted him.

“Guess you're in a pickle, lil’ missy. Let me help you outta it.” He stepped forward, leaning toward you. “But before I do, tell me how it felt.”

You took a deep breath, watching as the blood continued to seep from his wound he wasn’t bothering to stifle.

“It felt the same as when I cut myself, I guess,” you admitted. “I felt alive.”

“Knew it.” Johnny grinned. “In that case, I have a proposition for ya.”

He set one bloodied knuckle under your chin, angling your eyes to meet his. “There's someone who's stumbled onto my property, you see. Trespassin’. I could use some help teachin’ them a lesson. Might help you feel the same way you did cutting me.”

“I don't know, I'm not a bad person,” you said, your heart still pounding like mad.

“You aren't, but you felt that thrill, didn't ya? The world ain't black and white sweetheart.” He shrugs, moving to the bathroom and grabbing a towel, wrapping it around his abdomen. “Far as I see it, trespassers need to be punished. Come with me. If you do, I'll let you go without a fuss. But I can promise you that you'll be back.”

“And if I don't?” You asked hesitantly.

“Well then, either you escape and I tell the cops you cut me open… or I kill you before you get the chance,” he said matter-of-factly, his demeanor chillingly calm.

You held up the knife, pointing it toward him, a futile attempt to assert some control over the situation.

“If you try it, I know how to survive, darlin’, and it only makes you look more guilty,” he said confidently, approaching you and allowing the knife to dimple his stomach when he reached you.

“Come with me,” he said, wrapping his hand around yours, which was still gripping the knife.

You continued to hold on, but deep down, you knew you stood no chance against this man. So, you let go.

“There ya go,” he said, his face lighting up. “Oh darlin’, we're gonna have so much fun.”

[yeeterthek33per]

Cookies and Misfits (Steph Catley x Caitlin Foord x Reader)

A/n Requested (was clearly drunk when editing 😂)

One thing Steph and Caitlin disliked on their scheduled days off. Being woken up before nine.

All they'd wanted was to stay in bed, curled up beneath a massive blanket, curled around their girlfriend.

Unfortunately for them, your energetic self had insisting on getting up to enjoy the day, despite the fact it was bucketing down outside and it was at an ungodly hour.

You'd left them in bed to go to the gym, and you return at about eight to shower and begin cooking.

The rain is hammering the kitchen windows, and there's an occasional sound of thunder rumbling the house as you flit about.

By the time they both manage to drag themselves out of bed, grumpy expressions at not getting their morning cuddles, you've got breakfast on plates paired with a steaming cup of coffee for both of them.

"Good morning, sleepyheads."

There's a soft teasing smile on your face as you slide their trays across the kitchen island to them. Steph shuffles tiredly around the island and pulls you into her with a small hum.

"Morning baby."

Her body is warm from having been cocooned in beside your other girlfriend, and her hair is messily put up. She's wearing an old hoodie, one that you often end up stealing. The sight makes you swoon as you let her bury herself into your hold.

Her fingers trailing up under the edge of your shirt leave goosebumps, and her breath on your neck is pleasantly warming. You sigh into her shoulder before giving her a soft nudge.

"Breakfast and coffee, baby."

Her head perks up at that like she hadn't noticed the tray on the bench at first.

Caitlin, however, hadn't hesitated in digging into the food, and you chuckle when you turn to see her already halfway through her plate, sporting an old hoodie of her own, though it looks like one of Steph's as well.

A sheepish smile appears on her face through a mouth full of food when she spots you looking at her with an amused smile.

You chuckle and urge Steph to take a seat and press a soft kiss to Caitlin's forehead.

"And good morning to you too, pretty girl."

Steph hums softly as you press a kiss to her temple as well, and you duck out of the kitchen to grab a few things.

By the time you're back, Caitlin is up, washing the dishes, while Steph sips on her coffee.

"Alright, so given it's freaking pouring down outside, and I don't feel like going anywhere else today, I don't know about you two, but I've got an idea for some stuff to do."

Steph perks up slightly, and Caitlin hums from her spot at the sink.

"So, baking day today?"

"Ooh, yes, please. I've been missing your cookies."

Steph groans and slips off the stool.

You laugh as she peppers your face with kisses.

"Okay, okay, I haven't baked them yet. Thank me later. Don't forget, it's a joint effort. That means no stealing the cookie dough this time, missy."

Caitlin playfully scoffs. "I was taste testing thank you very much, that is helping."

"Uhuh, sure."

She chuckles and finishes scrubbing the last plate, letting it sit in the drying rack.

"Alrighty, so the good stuff starts now. I need the flour, brown sugar, white sugar, vanilla extract, eggs, butter, and... ah shoot, I'll have to run back to the store."

You huff, digging through the cupboard to no avail.

"Coulda sworn I bought the chocolate chips last week." It's said in a small mumble.

Caitlin covers a cough, turning away from the bench, and Steph laughs.

You roll your eyes at the guilty look on her face.

"Yeah yeah, I got it. Be back in a bit. Behave yourselves."

You kiss them both and duck towards the door, slipping shoes on and grabbing your keys and wallet, ducking out to your car through the pouring rain.

Twenty minutes later, you step back in the door.

"I'm back, and I come bearing gifts."

Steph pokes her head over the top of the couch.

"Ooh, whatcha get me?"

There's a playful smirk on her lips. Caitlin pops up from underneath her, with a smirk of her own, as you'd suspected.

You lean down to press your lips to Steph's.

"Mmm, sorry, I wasn't talking to you."

Steph pouts.

"Ha, called it. Whatdya get me, my favourite lover?"

You chuckle, leaning down to nip at her bottom lip.

"Cute that you think I was talking to you either."

You jog away from them with a laugh, leaving them both with adorably hung open mouths, calling back out over your shoulder.

"I was talking to the unmade cookies, now get your butts in here to help me, or neither of you are getting any."

"Yes ma'am."

They both scramble to get up from the couch, Caitlin crawling out from underneath the defender with a small playful shove.

"Hey!"

You just shake your head at their antics.

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"Alrighty so- Caitlin."

"Hmm."

"Step away from the bowl with that spoon."

"I wasn't doing anything."

The look on your face makes her grumble and put it down again. At this point, you'd had to stop from her from stealing the dough at least four times previously when you'd made them, and Steph had unhelpfully resigned herself to be seated on the opposite side of the bench watching on in amusement.

Though a chuckle from her direction earns her a glare from the forward, and she has to cover another laugh.

"Alright, so next we beat in the egg and slowly add the flour. Nobody likes floury lumpy cookies."

Reaching into the cupboard, you pull out the sieve and turn back to the bowl, eyes catching Steph's, whose head suddenly turns up again. Ogling, as usual.

"You know you could be helping instead of staring at my ass every two seconds."

She shrugs.

"No idea what you're talking about, Puddin'."

"Don't you 'Puddin' me. I caught you." It's said between half giggles and a half scolding tone.

The blush on her cheeks tells you everything, so you just continue on with the task at hand, a small knowing smile on your face. Caitlin occasionally chips in, though at the tax of a kiss, and what she thinks is a sneakily stolen piece of chocolate.

It's after the third time you let it happen that you start smacking at her hand every time she tries.

"Stop it."

You grab the baking paper lined baking sheet you'd prepped earlier and start to roll the dough into balls. Not before sending the forward away with a smack to the butt and beckoning over the defender.

"Your turn, missy, you're not getting away with it this time."

She grins, rolling up her sleeves and moving to wash her hands before turning to stand beside you and help you roll out the dough.

Occasionally, you get a small hip bump or a kiss to the cheek that makes your heart melt just a little bit more at the domesticity of it.

You could probably count on a little over two hands the number of days you get per year that are just not filled with jobs to do for at least one of you so you truly treasured these moments.

Finishing with the first, you slide the tray into the oven and move to line another tray while you wait.

The second lot is formed, and you note you have about twenty minutes to kill before the first batch is done.

Steph's hands find your waist from behind as you start to clean up a bit, her head dipping to press featherlight kisses to the skin of your neck.

It sends tingles over your whole body as she presses into you from behind. Her lips move up to just under your ear, and you sigh happily as she nips softly.

"Our girl."

A hum vibrates in the back of your throat from her ministrations. You look up to see your other girlfriend watching you both with a look in her eyes that makes you swoon all over again.

"You know, you guys are gonna have to remember how to make them yourselves at some point."

"I know, baby, but they're so much better when you make them, plus neither of us can remember how to do it."

You knew damn well they had the recipe memorised front and back by now. Considering you'd come home at least once to some freshly baked ones on a bad day and also the number of times they'd automatically had the ingredients out ready to bake certainly doesn't help their case.

They tried to blame the former on having your mum instruct them but that was a lie considering your mother couldn't bake to save her life, it'd always been your dad that gave you your passion for baking.

"Uhuh, I'm sure you do."

"We do. We love everything you cook for us. Way to the heart is through the stomach, baby."

You chuckle as Caitlin moves to stand in front of you, hands settling on your hips just below Steph's.

"I swear it's like you save the best for us."

Your head leans back against Steph's shoulder, eyes drifting shut as the both of them now openly mouth at your neck. Caitlin at the column of your throat and Steph at the joint muscle between your neck and shoulder.

"Sweet talkers."

Practically putty in their hands, a whine escapes you as they press you completely between them, fully in contact with both of them.

They knew you loved the feeling of being trapped between them. The shivers that ran down your spine are obvious to the older of the two as she slips her hand beneath your shirt, grazing at the skin.

A hand on your cheek guides your head forward and lips connect with your own. Softly at first, then as you rock slightly into the striker, deeper, and she runs her tongue over yours, leaving you keening into the kiss.

It stays like that for a moment. With you just melting into the kiss further as Steph's hands play with the hem of your shirt.

The ringing of the timer on the oven startles the three of you slightly. With one final peck to Caitlin's lips, you pull out from between them, quickly pulling the tray out of the oven and replacing it with the other.

You slide the baked treats onto the rack to let them cool for a bit before letting the two of them have any knowing they'd risk mouth burns.

You move to pack away the spare ingredients, your back turned for a moment as you hear movement behind you.

"Hands off the goods, you pair."

There's a set whines behind you that makes you smile.

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After a sweet filled early lunch, paired with a quick whipped up risotto to keep the girls from getting into too much trouble with their nutrionists, you're all cuddled up on the couch, beneath several layers of blankets.

Sitting between Steph's legs, Caitlin laying face down on your chest as the sugar overload processes between them, you run your fingers through the younger woman's hair, scratching at her scalp softly.

The domestic bliss between you settles heartily in your gut, and you just take in the moment, letting Steph press soft kisses to the side of your head as you rest fully back into her warmth.

God, you love them. You tell them as such.

"Love you too, sweet girl." Comes from just beside your ear as a murmur.

"Love you too, baby." Comes a mumble into the skin of your collarbone.

Contentedness takes over, and Caitlin is soon fast asleep in your hold, your eyes drifting shut on their own accord, more than happy to nap the afternoon away.

Steph's hands slowly still on your arms where they'd been gently caressing as she lets sleep take her own concious too.

The last thing you feel before darkness crosses your vision is the overwhelming warmth of the moment as it burrows deep into your heart as another blissfully loving memory.

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There we go, guys, fluffy moment between the trio as requested. Hope y'all enjoyed. 😊

[pianistbynight]

days 1-7 of a slow but meaningful summer

this is really the only part of traumerei that i can play sort of fluently...sort of, because you can still hear some hesitation as i try to remember the right notes 😅

thursday | 08/08/24

Started Leviathan Wakes

Tested out of U1 in Japanese and started U2 (loving its similarities to French cuz more familiarity = faster learning curve hopefully?🤞🏻)

Practiced piano...some old scales to warm up + the Clementi sonatina (coming back to it after a 2-3 day break was a good idea! somehow my steadiness has improved! also coming to appreciate metronome practice. sight-reading for the day = a few new bars on the 2nd page) + playing around with Kinderszenen (at this point I just wanted to hear different sounds and it wasn't very productive practice)

Read more of the HSP book

Most likely will have to revise my goals bc I don't think I can make decent progress in all the songs I wanted to in 4 weeks...like, to bring 1 L7 song to performance level after years of not performing anything + without a teacher will probably take longer than it used to. Not sure exactly what that looks like yet other than that it's definitely not gonna be all of Kinderszenen... 😂

friday | 08/09/24

practice wasn't very good today...i kept making silly mistakes i didn't used to make. i'm tired. that's why. i also forgot to do my japanese lesson. i didn't feel like reading either. i don't remember what else i did that day.

saturday | 08/10/24

drained of all energy. didn't practice. didn't do japanese. just chilled with @zzzzzestforlife for the most part and started reading what you are looking for is in the library on her recommendation. i love how philosophical japanese fiction is fjsjdkdks ☺️☺️☺️ (and more generally, i'm surprised that for a culture so new to me, a lot of their ways are just...second nature to my personality...it was very relieving. but i also feel that if i were to live in such a place full time, i would be staying too much in my comfort zone...i also don't know that i would want to ever live in Japan since there are also some important aspects about my current home that i'd miss terribly. all this to say, i'd like to visit Japan again at some point in my lifetime.)

sunday | 08/11/24

went to bed feeling very drained, frustrated, and homesick. so as you can imagine, i didn't get very good sleep. my bare minimum goals for today are:

japanese lesson

read zesty's book recs (there's the library book, the secret adversary [which she rec'd back to me after i rec'd it to her a couple months ago lol], and leviathan wakes) ✅

monday | 08/12/24

finally read the last of the clementi sonatina! got it to a "meh" level to polish in the next few days. super excited! played a few other pieces after that but i think i should focus on level 7 pieces for now before jumping into something barely readable but still playable. i should've brought some level 8 sheet music with me too...but i guess i can read from my laptop (god save my eyes if i do that lol 😵)

might put Kinderszenen back on the (mental music) shelf for now.

i also read more of what you are looking for is in the library and i just love how much there is to ponder about what was said. insightful fiction is my favorite fiction 💗

tuesday | 08/13/24

finished What You Are Looking For Is In The Library! it's such a good book. it's a short story collection but each story is in the same universe and while each story is independent (convienient for readers like me who like to take their time with books but sometimes take so much time that they forget what the story was lol), they're connected in ways that...you know that feeling when you bump into an old acquaintance in a completely foreign place you don't expect to meet anyone you know? that feeling is what i felt as i read chapter after chapter. it makes the vast world feel less lonely.

in the evening i tried to memorize and get the clementi sonatina up to speed. i guess i must be succeeding because my dad said it'd make mice dance lol. also played a bit of traumerei...trying to read more of it but progress is slower since i need to pay closer attention to which notes to hold and when to let go of them.

wednesday | 08/14/24

started reading sweet bean paste today (another japanese book... they're quickly becoming my favorite type of book.) i like it so far. there's potential for a lot of warmth and emotion in talking about food, which is just 🥰

also started "Databases: Modeling and Theory" on edx... 🙈 i'm auditing so i only have 2 weeks (until Aug. 28) to access the material (because the minimum amount of time needed to complete the course is 2 weeks gahhh). so i need to be halfway by Aug. 19. in theory i can do this if i put in 2h of work each day. it's too hot to play piano during the day, so i can do databases then and play piano at night. yes, i can do this. (i need to get my brain used to a faster, "left-brained" pace anyway in prep for school in september. 🙁)

continuing to polish the clementi sonatina and started reading this kuhlau sonatina which is pretty fun difficult. it's really just the left hand that makes it suck. haven't figured out how to move so that the staccatos are sharp despite the finger pedaling. i can do it slow, but not fast while staying quiet, so i must be doing something wrong. sometimes you just gotta sit on it, i guess.

[sarahjtv]

My Hero Academia Chapter 427 Quick Spoiler Talk: Closure for Some Villains

I'm mainly writing this as a countdown of the final My Hero Academia chapters for myself, but because I wasn't as invested with this chapter as I was last week's Todoroki-centered one, I don't have much to write this week. Solid chapter, though so nothing to complain about there:

I really liked how Deku's conversation with Spinner was handled and how that contrasted with how the public thought of him. Spinner saw Shigaraki as his first real friend who understood him and had similarities to him. To Spinner, Shigaraki was his hero. To everyone else, Shigaraki was an actual menace to society who killed a lot of people and ruined a lot of lives. To the rest of society, Shigaraki is seen as a villain.

Deku handled the situation very well too by listening to Spinner talk instead of arguing against him at any point. Letting Spinner grab him in his massive form and not even flinching shows how far Deku has come for better or worse (he's still a good boy who's been forced to mature over 1+ year, remember). He doesn't even stop Spinner from telling his side of the story in the future and even suggests that Spinner write his story as a comic book. Maybe this is Deku's way of making sure that history isn't forgotten so that it doesn't happen again even if there's a still chance it might repeat itself. He won't ever forget about Tomura Shigaraki himself regardless.

Also, I want to quickly point out that this panel of Izuku is one of the prettiest panels of him we've seen in a good while. Like, goddamn Horikoshi; this is legit beautiful artwork 💚:

I mentioned it in another post I made here, but I'm so satisfied with how Horikoshi left Overhaul's fate in the worst way for him. There are absolutely worse fates than death and this is one of them. Having Overhaul essentially pay for what he did to Eri for the rest of his life via guilt, scolding, eternally apologizing, and literal haunting from his beloved boss (Eri's grandfather who was put into a coma by Overhaul before she was abused btw) who will remind him of his sins until he dies is some damn good comeuppance. This is another example of Horikoshi not letting characters off the hook when they don't deserve it. Not everyone gets a happy ending.

And ending the chapter off with the new first-year girls chasing Bakugo and Shoto down is fucking hilarious 😂 Shoto especially looks so done with everything and Bakugo is wishing they would be expelled already 🤣! I'm surprised this hasn't happened earlier, but better late than never. Ah, the curse of being pretty boys 😭🧡🩵

And finally, we are officially on break next week. This is the last one we will get and after that, it will be only 3 more weeks until the final chapter of the series. We're getting damn close, guys. I'm scared, excited, sad, all kinds of emotions. I assume next chapter we'll get to see more of our beloved kids in Class 2-A and some of the new first-years. I wonder if we'll get an update on Ochako and Toga too, but that remains to be seen. Right now, all we can do is rest up for 2 weeks and see what Kohei Horikoshi has in store for us for the final 3 chapters of the series.

[cxhleel108]

S7 Thots for this week: Sigh…

• Die

• For whatever reason but sure🫤

• Why do we need to help Uma and Alex fix their problems? DO NONE OF YOU KNOW HOW TO FUCKING COMMUNICATE???

• The way Daphne just let go so easily of the fact that Uma tried to make moves on Raf. She’s too nice omg girl we needa get you outta here before these people ruin you😭😭😭

• Y’all I could not go through this post without acknowledging this swimsuit it’s sooooooo good.

• Yeah ummmm Daph, even if I wanted to revenge flirt to make Bryson jealous literally none of these other people tickle my fancy in the slightest bit so that was never even in consideration.

• Get a load of this guy😂😂😂😂😂

• Oh wait never mind Travis is a part of the Willow Hate Club, he’s cool now🤩

• Yes, working out with Bryson instead of just speaking to him is gonna help the current issue…

• Aw even Raf is a #Tyson stan…well he’s also literally in love with Tanya but that’s besides the point!

• I’m crying they all fucking hate Willow girlllll get yo ass outta here💀💀💀

• Ok Raf’s advice at least makes more sense for Bryson but once again what am I getting advice for when I literally just have to talk to him??? That’s that damn cash grab shit we be talking about chile.

• No, I really don’t think you know how annoying this is babe🫤🫤🫤

• Mmmm I hardly believe that but sure I guess I’ll go with it!

• Aw they made up, how sweet😍 (They’re literally gonna fight again next week)

• Oh girl PLEASE

• The apology being her saying sorry like twice and then going on a whole tangent about why she still thinks her and Bryson are meant to be…someone give me the number to the nearest psych ward I’m not kidding.

• Finally after 2 centuries Bryson wants to talk.

• Oh we are so back yassss!

• I'm glad Bryson knows how lucky he is🥰🥰🥰

• Why I forget that we were coupled up with Vicky LMAOOOOOO sorry girl.

• It's literally the middle of the day and we're finna do a challenge...why are we getting dressed up??? Anyways outfit time!

• Fusebox I gotta hand it to y'all. 90% of the looks this season have been eating.

• Yasss bae is starting to act like a real man!

• Vicky I'm so sorry to leave you with that demon but I gotta put me first sis.

• What???????????

• Bryson don't be saying freaky shit like that to me like I won't pull them pants down right now!

• That convo on the terrace was too cuuuuuute.

• Fusebox why can your AI not spell "biased" right? This is the second time it's been spelled wrong. What the fuck is "biassed"??? Bitch nobody has two asses, how can someone be "biassed"?????

• OH END THAT RAGGEDY BITCH!!!

• Outfit time again!

• Can I just say I love all of the Y2K influences I'm seeing in a lot of the clothes this year ugggghhh they know me so well.

• They be coming up with anything😭

• Everyone trying hard to look like the perfect couple and then there's just us doing a marriage proposal with a pretzel...literally goals.

• These niggas are a literal cult I'm so dead😭😭😭

• This whole boytime bedtime sequence was so stupid and honestly I'm glad this season is bringing back just pure unserious moments like this.

• If you know me then you already KNOW what option I chose😈

• Oh boo I thought clocking his tea would get more of a reaction than that. I guess they gotta save the drama for the "big reveal" at the last recoupling🙄🙄🙄

• Oh brother...

• Yes, please end my suffering!

[panicatthediaz]

Holy shit I am alive! Well, I'm just on Tumblr less, but I'm around. And I'm still writing!! If you couldn't guess by the not actual Sunday posting, I'm not ready to go back to regular posting. On top of on-a-whim WIPs I have at least one work project a week, and this week is my last week before finals for the semester :) somebody save me But I wanted to give y'all something, so this is it.

[Part 1] – [Part 10] – [Part 12]

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Pin a String to My Chest – 11

A song

When he started high school months ago, Eddie hadn't expected to find people that shared his interests for a while; he wasn't the oldest guy in the band, but the rest of Corroded Coffin still had to finish middle school, so he wasn't sure what to expect.

In the end, Ollie, their drummer, decided to drag him to a D&D session, and the rest was history. It had been some of the best fun he had, and he was sure the others would like it too.

It had also become a small problem.

Eddie dropped himself on the couch next to Wayne as soon as he got home. Hellfire had run a little bit later than expected, but it was the last session before winter break, it couldn't be helped.

No, the problem wasn't the sessions running late. Wayne was usually at work by the time they were done, and on the off chance he had a Friday off, he was always warned of where he was.

(Eddie would not make that mistake, ever, where Wayne was concerned.)

Wayne glanced at him but kept his attention on the crossword he was working on as Eddie fidgeted with his ring. The radio played softly somewhere close to them.

Okay, calling it a problem was a little dramatic even for him. It wasn't a problem. It wasn't. But it was a little unexpected, he'd never even thought it was a possibility.

"Alright, kid." Wayne put the newspaper down, turning slightly to look at him. "What's goin' on with you?"

"Uh," he stalled like an idiot. If something would make Wayne assume something was wrong, hesitating would be it. "I don't… It's not bad."

"But it is something," Wayne guessed. "What kind of something?"

"You ever figure something out that you thought you knew about yourself?" Eddie asked, but made a face immediately after, twisting in his seat to look at Wayne as well. "Like… You thought something, but it turns out that the truth is something else?" He chanced a look at Wayne's face and saw a flicker of understanding. "It's nothing bad! I promise it's nothing bad."

Wayne nodded. "You said that, Eddie, and I believe you." His eyes unfocused for a moment, in a way Eddie knew meant his uncle was looking for words. "Well, there was that one time I learned I'm allergic to grapes, remember?"

Eddie nodded. That had happened years ago when his Ma was still alive, and it had freaked him out as a kid. It had been a surprise to Wayne as well.

"Now, I'm guessin' this isn't about food, or even music," he prompted. Eddie nodded, looking down at his hands and spinning the ring on his finger. "You know whatever's in your head is safe here, Eddie."

"I know," he groaned. "It's just… not something I expected?" Eddie shrugged. "I told you about Dylan, right?"

"Yeah?" Wayne nodded, looking a little confused. "First kid from your club to actually try and teach you that game of yours? You made 'im kinda hard to forget, Eddie." The smirk was both on Wayne's face and voice. Eddie flopped onto his back, almost hitting his head on the arm of the couch and causing Wayne to huff a laugh. "What about him?"

"Ollie said he was flirting. With me," he clarified while looking at the trailer ceiling. There was a stain up there that they should probably look into at some point.

"And that's not bad."

Eddie hummed his negative, spinning the ring that used to be his mother's.

"I mean, I didn't notice but Ollie swears he was." His hands started moving above his body. "And while Kant was driving us all home, I realized that I didn't really mind if he was, it's—it's kinda nice, and I wouldn't mind!" He raised his head a little to look at Wayne. "I mean, I know there's nothing wrong with liking another boy," he said in a low voice. At this time, there wasn't anyone to overhear their conversation. It just seemed like the softness was needed. "I just never stopped to think about it."

Wayne hummed thoughtfully, and Eddie stretched out on the couch, unceremoniously dropping his feet on Wayne's lap.

"Pretty sure this is a good age to be thinking about this stuff, Eddie." Wayne patted his leg, ignoring the noise he'd just made. "I was about 20 when I thought, hell, maybe I'm better off just by myself."

"I spent all that time telling Dick that I wasn't interested in boys like that," Eddie mused, the nickname he bestowed upon his father making him smile. Wayne shook his head with a smile of his own. "Might have saved some time if I'd just—"

"Don't even go there, kid," he interrupted. "Your old man was a piece of work who couldn't handle not being in control."

Eddie sighed, nodding slowly. "So, what do I do?"

"About what?"

"Wayne!" Eddie shot up from the couch, standing in front of his uncle with his arms crossed.

"Alright, alright," Wayne conceded with a chuckle. "Do you like him?"

"I…" Eddie frowned, thinking it over. "Think so?" Wayne raised an eyebrow at him, waiting. "He's a good person! He listens, y'know, and he's nice to be around."

"That ain't quite enough, kid," Wayne said softly. "You need to know for sure because people have their expectations in a relationship, and you need to know whether you two can find a middle ground."

"Expectations like…" His frown deepened, trying to think of something. "What?"

"All sorts of things," Wayne shrugged. "Sex, for one."

Eddie groaned, sitting down on the little coffee table that was behind him. It creaked ominously for a moment but settled down again. Wayne chuckled and continued talking. Eddie only half listened, as he was prone to when he wasn't interested in the topic, while Wayne kept going about how people — most of them, anyway — eventually wanted more "physical action" out of the relationship. Some sooner than others.

Those were Wayne's words. He wasn't sure how his uncle knew any of it, Eddie had never heard about the man being in any sort of relationship, ever, but the fact was that Eddie would much rather just… not do what he was very obviously implying.

Did people really have nothing better to do? This was starting to feel a little bit like some of the conversations he'd overheard over the halls in high school…

It was kind of ridiculous.

"Okay!" Eddie exclaimed, raising his arms to stop Wayne before he could go into any type of detail. "How the hell do you even know any of this?!"

Wayne shrugged, smiling in a way that made Eddie narrow his eyes. He did not want to know.

"Either way," Wayne continued softly. "Make sure to respect them and that they respect you, kid." He stood up, patting his shoulder. "Just want you to stay safe."

Eddie watched him move to the kitchen for a moment before standing up himself. He turned the radio up a little, just enough to be heard from his room. He didn't think Wayne had anything to worry about; if what he'd just said was true, Eddie was probably better off on his own just as Wayne was.

He lay down on his bed, listening to Woody Guthrie's voice in the background. He wasn't sure which song it was, but he had the impression of it being one of Wayne's favorites. He was sure he'd listened to it a lot since he came live with him.

It wasn't long before he fell asleep to the music.

At some point, Eddie was aware he was on his back. He usually moved around in bed more, but he felt tired. Still tired. He was supposed to feel better rested, he'd been asleep just now.

He could still hear the music on the radio, lowered and muffled somewhere to his right.

Do not think 'bout tomorrow; let tomorrow come and go…

Right, that was Wayne's favorite song, one of the first he'd taught Eddie on the acoustic guitar. Without opening his eyes, he tapped his finger on the bed to the rhythm of it. It wasn't his usual type of music but it was… pleasant.

Something wrapped around his wrist, stilling the movement of his hand. He tensed. The last time something held him— He tried holding onto his sheets, but the thin, scratchy material felt wrong and—

"Eddie," a soft voice called to him. He didn't know it, he didn't like it. Whoever they were, moved their hand so they were holding his hand instead. "Can you squeeze my hand?"

He didn't want to listen to them, but he could tell it was important. It took more effort than he'd expected to put any type of pressure on the hand holding his. He couldn't think of it as a squeeze of any kind.

"That's great, Eddie, that's great." They sounded happy for some reason. "Think you can open your eyes, now?"

Eddie made a noise that might have been a no if he had any more energy. The stranger — a woman, he realized — chuckled.

"I know it's unpleasant, but we really need you to open your eyes."

He wanted to go back to sleep. He was still tired, his body was aching all over, head to toe. But he was pretty sure she wouldn't let him sleep again.

If squeezing her hand took effort, opening his eyes was like… something worse. There was a golden-ish glow to the room he was in, but not much in the way of furniture of any kind. It was him and this lady.

Listen to the steel rails hummin', that's the hobo's lullaby.

"Wayne…?"

[somewhereapart]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you for tagging me @revolutionsoftheheart! 💋

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

230

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 1,851,307

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently: SVU (EO), MCU/Marvel (Steggy), Once Upon a Time (OQ) (shut up, i'm calling it current bc I intend to continue, I've just been taking a little break....)

Over the course of my fandom life: Battlestar Galactica (Lee/Kara), Private Practice (Charlotte/Cooper), CSI:Miami (Calleigh/Eric), and if you count all the writing I did in notebooks during my teenage years Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel: The Series (Buffy/Angel, Buffy/Spike, Angel/Darla).

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Couches (SVU)

Breaking In (Once Upon a Time) (** This one would absolutely have the top spot if the OQ fandom had made the shift to Ao3 sooner. Baker's Dozen would probably be in the top 5 as well, so... honorable mention. lol)

Lip Service (SVU)

Convalescence (SVU)

Mistakes Were Made (SVU)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I used to respond to every single comment, years and years ago. Now I am terrible at responding to comments, for a number of reasons. 1) I just don't have the spoons I used to have, and oftentimes I will start out replying to all the comments and then the day will pass and the next day I maybe don't have the time/energy for it, and then I worry people will think I'm intentionally ignoring their comments, which I am very much not, so I kind of adopted an "if I can't get to everybody, I just shouldn't do anybody" mentality which is probably not the greatest and I am trying to work on... 2) I tend to keep the tab open for my latest fic/update for a day or two to see what comments roll in but then after that, I close the tab and I forget the inbox on Ao3 actually exists so I'm reliant on my email alerts to know when there's a new comment, and I don't check that email every day so sometimes it's dayssss after someone leaves a comment on a not-quite-brand-new work before I see it. And then I feel like I've accidentally left it too late? 3) I feel like I should have more to say than just replying to everyone with "Thanks!", or I feel bad when I have more to say to some reviews than that (because they ask a question, are more specific about something, etc.) but then reply to some of the others with only "Thanks!" Like I feel like the people who just get "thanks!" are gonna feel like I don't value their reviews as much as the people who get a longer response, and then they'll feel bad or like they wasted their effort reviewing and then I'll feel bad bc that is very much not the case. (See above re: "if I can't do it for everyone, I'll just do it for no one.") This is the (one and only) downside to me of the Ao3 comment reply format vs. FFNet review replies -- I LOVE that the Ao3 comments format lends itself better to conversation, but the FFnet review replies went to people's DMs so nobody knew if they got a "Thanks!" on this one and someone else got a paragraph. 4) I feel like it pads the Comment count? Like it looks like the work got double the response that it did, it feels a little like I'm cheating? So in summary, I have Comment reply anxiety, clearly lol. But I love receiving everyone's comments, and I hoard each and every one like a dragon with their treasure, and I appreciate everyone who takes the time to leave one. Maybe in 2024 I should make it a goal to reply to all of them idk...

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Mmmmm.... Hexes, maybe? I was scrolling down the OUAT fic memory lane last night and hit OQ Angst Week, that had some doozies. Maybe Sing A Song of Forgetting, that one was rough.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Baker's Dozen, probably. (Which, fun fact -- I put the OG version back up on Ao3 a few years back "temporarily" and then forgot to take it down, so if you have that and the published book version, now you can compare, I guess 😂)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not much these days, but I have a few times in the past. The one I got the most hate on is actually not on Ao3 because when I moved over my Private Practice fics from FFnet, I didn't move anything incomplete that I wasn't expecting to finish. But it was a Charlotte King fic that dealt with her fiance coming back into her life (before we actually met him on the show) while she and Cooper were broken up, and I was very clear that it was a Charlotte fic not so much a CharCoop fic, but oooooh people were mad that there was a love triangle going on and it was unclear who she was gonna end up with. LIVID. FURIOUS. That's the fic that made me turn off anon reviews for the first time bc I had someone who would just troll me with hate reviews and blow up my DMs. It was a time....

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Indeed, and pretty much... whatever's clever. lol I need more specifics on the last question.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Not really, no.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yes! Someone swiped a chunk of one of my EO fics and reused it like word for word (with the names changed, obvs) in their Jopper fic this summer! And someone linked me to it and I blew up their Comments section on the chapter and they deleted their entire internet presence, it was wild.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, because every time someone asks me for permission to translate one, I say no, bc I am very protective of my work. lol I don't like not being able to vet the translation and know that it comes across the way I want it to. I've talked in the past about having a friend of mine do a Spanish translation of Baker's Dozen, but she literally does translation for a living and she's so familiar with my writing and my writing process (and I'm so familiar with hers) that I can trust the end result would be what I'd want it to be. Also, in my experience, folks who want to translate my work also want to repost it somewhere themselves, and I haaaaaaate that. I'm a control freak about my work, I want it to be where I want it and have control over the managing of it at all times. (I get annoyed when people repost my work to other fic archives/collections, or have it bound in print for themselves, etc. I don't like that. What if I want to go back and change something? Just leave it where I posted it and link back to there, please and thank you!)

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes, but never to completion.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship? It's like choosing between children, I can't.

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

If Every Road Led Back Home (the aforementioned Charlotte King fic). Everything else, I am still convinced I'll finish it someday. lol (But if we were gonna be less optimistic than that, What Happens in Vegas, and L'ébauche probably)

16. What are your writing strengths?

Porn with feelings. lol Sex scenes with what I call "heightened realism" -- it's probably consistently better sex than real-world sex, but never so much that it seems implausible or too exaggerated, and I like to include little mishaps, or imperfections, or the real things that often get skipped over (hey condoms, hey lube, hey peeing after sex) because when you've been writing sexy fanfic for two decades, quite frankly it's boring when it's perfect and shiny every time. I have a Steggy fic planned for sometime this year that is basically "their sex life has one consistent and inconvenient obstacle and here's all the ways that works out (and sometimes doesn't work out) for them." I haven't flexed my angst muscles in a while, but I used to absolutely love writing stuff that wrecked people until they were yelling at me in the comments. I miss doing that.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Rampant abuse of grammar (I know I'm doing it, I just don't care), overuse of the word "just", and too many parentheticals. Also knowing when to stop. I will use 18 words when 3 would do, and I can very easily write myself into the weeds instead of staying on target and writing every scene with intent toward a goal. (Hi, Breaking In.) Also, finishing things. (Hello again, Breaking In, and every other unfinished WIP both on Ao3/FFnet and in my Google Docs graveyard.)

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

If it fits the fic, absolutely, but only a language I can find a native speaker to check and correct for me before I post it. I don't wanna be the one out here with the wonky Google Translate French that makes people who can actually read the language cringe.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Technically, Buffy the Vampire Slayer. The first fanfic I ever published on the internet was a Spuffy fic that is now lost to the ages because it was on some fic archive that no longer exists, but I did a lot of pen-and-paper BtVS fanfic writing in middle and high school.

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

I'm gonna go with Breaking In, because it's my baby. My Beast. The big guy. My Everest. And also Baker's Dozen because it's Baker's Dozen.

tagging in a no-pressure way (and sorry for any double tags): @goodthingscomeinthrees @behindthelabels @rahleeyah @roboticonography @doctorhelena @lyricalviolet @audreysl0ve @ninzied @somuchwhatever and anyone else who wants to do it!

[snickerdoodlles]

I am obviously biased, but as someone who tagged you in the WIP game, I'd love for you to do it! I'm curious, okay? I wanna know what's scrambling around up there, if your mess is as messy as mine? So if there is any chance of me swaying you, please do it? Puppy eyes or flirtatious brow waggle or digital cookies, whichever would have the greatest effect on you?

😂❤ akjds thank you friend !! i am planning on doing the WIP game ...tonight? tomorrow? maybe today-- i was out of commission earlier this week, so im making up on missed work today, but maybe it'll make a good break as my eyes water between spreadsheets hmm 🤔😂

re messy process: i am. such a messy writer. i'm such a vibe gardener lol. you wouldn't be able to see this from my writing folder tho. look at my kp folder:

most of my fic folders look like this! organized by fandom > folders for series/multi-chapter fics and working docs in the middle. all the docs in the series folders are numbered for easy finding. i even have handy folders for posted (finished) stuff to keep the working docs/series space cleaned and a compost folder for old discarded drafts/snippets/etc. you would think this would indicate a clean approach to writing!

h a h

what's not present in this folder are my many, many phone notes full of writing snippets (or the many, many other snippets i have written in notebooks) (...or other snippets saved as starred emails in my inbox, which i do not recommend after my last email panic lol) or my DMs with friends. which, honestly, DMs with friends deserves its own asterisk, it's hands down my biggest writing vice. i actually make a point not to (or at least, only rarely) copy out story notes from my DMs because it's just. i always have so many ideas. all the time. to handle them, my approach is i will remember if it's worth remembering, and if i forget them, probably for the best anyways. until im at a point where there's a cohesive story around the idea or enough of them have bumped up into each other to make a story, who cares (at which point, i...still don't copy out the ideas. like. at all. 💦). this is absolutely infuriating to some of my friends who really like some of the ideas i chuck around, esp when i have the audacity to forget them 😂

(ideas in friends DMs is the main thing fueling my fics i'm not writing ask game actually! it's a lot more freeing to me to just be able to put the idea out there along with any individual scenes i want to write without having to actually write the whole fic. i haven't really found the best way to post the scenes to AO3 yet, but ehh, future cookie problem.)

sorry, i wound up just rambling about a lot of nothing here 😂 i'm actually feeling very pumped up to play the WIP game post now tho, clearly i need more enrichment during my breaks 😂

(so uhh. your persuasion tactics: success! ✔)

[colorlesschristmastree]

So some anti's are shaking 😂 figured some of my favorite feyre blogs should see the clownery for themselves.

toast-com in acotardeservesbetter's anon

reblogged by readingwritingwatching

"Why is Feysand popular again? Did the stans forget what Rhysand did? And while I'm at it, the bargain he made with Feyre was frankly excessive. He healed her arm, and in return she has to spend time with him every month. I don't get it."

What a bunch of clowns 🤡 one is an obsessive t*mlin apologist infamous redhead who creeps out half of the fanbase by all the weird and ridiculous sh*t she says and does, the other is an account who's name is toast.com..need I say more and the other is an anti acotar account who dedicates their time and energy to a series that mostly revolves around feyre and rhysand yet they can't help obsessively posting about them and creating an entire anti blog dedicated to the series that aggravates them more than it makes them happy, that on it's own? is WEIRD. I've been seeing alot more support and much deserved love for feyre and rhysand and of course the anti's picked up on the shift in the tide so they're fretting now that their anti arguments are getting easily shut down more than it did after acosf. "why is feysand popular again?" LMAO, stay mad I love it.

I’m sorry but this is so funny to me. They’re right though, Feysand nation is stronger than ever and thriving. I’ve been seeing so much love, especially after Rhys week that just passed, on here, instagram, and twitter. All of the lovely fanart commissions and even things that artists chose to post for free bc they simply love Rhys and Feysand, the fanfics that people put their whole souls into that just radiate a love and appreciation for Feysand. I love being a feysand stan, I love winning, I love being able to open the books and just have a good time, enjoying the story with all the characters, even ones i don’t like as much.

They got so used to seeing their faves be loudly stanned they forgot that they’re not actually the series’s most beloved characters.

People come for Feysand and stay because they love the world Feysand introduced them to. And you’re right, the way certain people who participate in fandom have a weird obsession with hating everything about it is so weird to me. Do something more productive with your time and find yourself a series where you can actually love every single character and not just a few whose characters you warp and distort into different people inside your head. If you don’t get why Feysand, the couple and characters that have always been beloved, are being appreciated again, it might really just be time to move on. I swear, some of them have Feysand on their minds more than I do.

And nonnie, you are so right about that last part. They’re bitter they can’t make their bizarre anti posts without someone disagreeing and responding with a genuine argument that’s based on the text and not just vibes. They’re mad that no one cares about their “sjm is a bias author!!! feyre is a self insert! that’s the only reason y’all r winning.” arguments, and instead we’ve been leaning into it, bc despite disagreeing, if they know that their opinions are so wrong and in such opposition to the text, that they only way they can justify it is by saying that the author herself is out to get them and their faves, then ik I’m stanning the right people.

[slickshoesareyoucrazy]

Getting Used to Bittersweet

I don't forget the rest though. I remember everything, so now he's everywhere, but he's gone.

I wanna see his text wishing my son a happy birthday today and teasing me about what a nightmare your kid driving is. I wanna show him a picture of my son driving. Of him winning academic medals in a couple weeks. Of my stupid dog doing stupid shit. It is sincerely stripping those things of some joy that I can't tell him about them.

I remember the rest. All of it. Tiny details like how he had to put wax over his braces (oh he fucking hated those braces) to play his band instrument in high school and he could never chew gum. And I have a recurring nightmare so vivid about chewing gum of all things TO THIS DAY so now I for real never chew gum. His fault. I remember every song we listened to together, especially the ones he'd sing or play on the guitar (it's a LOT of music; almost all of my favorite stuff, because the beginning of our friendship were the core formative years for musical taste). His short jokes. His sarcasm. His wiseass replies to everything. Like I'd tell him something I learned that's obvious to other people maybe (or at least him) and I'd say, "Why didn't you tell me this?!" And his answer would be, "Hey, you know what? (Thing I just asked why he didn't tell me before so I didn't have to feel dumb learning it late). I'm HELPFUL 😂"

He was helpful. All the time. I could count on him all the time. Every time I needed him, he showed up. I never had to wait for a text back. I never had to wonder if he was gonna meet on time. He's the only person besides J that I felt comfortable reaching out to first to initiate contact because I knew it was coming back. No doubts.

And when I told him something I was happy about, he was happy too. Typing that, I felt like, "Well duh. That's Friendship 101." But in my personal experience, that's actually rare. To have a person in your life that's hyped up about whatever you're hyped up about in a sincere way. My son won stuff last year, as a freshman, competing against seniors. I can tell that to other people, and they say wow or good job or something but I always get this undertone of, "No one wants to hear you brag about your kid." Not A, man.

Me: Boy won stuff today. Look! 😃

A: Well done, young man!! 😃😃😃👍👏

I'm gonna try to get myself together and celebrate my son's 16th birthday today. But damn I'm still incredibly sad. I miss you, dammit. It's radically unfair you're not here.

[mun-of-orchid-and-friends]

A quick little update~

I appreciate the asks I have the pictures ready for them I just have to get them done today (Dec. 14) this morning I have to go on a field trip with my oldest child and I forgot my sketchbook at home to take the pictures but being off today means I can at least do it this afternoon once I get home. (No guarantee but I do plan on trying)

Also the new DLC dropped just a few hours before midnight here where I'm for Pokemon scarlet and violet and I was wanting to finish my team up before I even started it. My Boyfriend couldn't find time to finish his Pokedex so he asked me to do it on my days off... which I tried. He still needs 35 more to finish the regular dex making it manageable for him to get the shiny charm (although with how many shiny he's already encountered I don't think he needs the charm 😆😂)

I'm still trying to get my bills caught up as I transferred to a new job that pays more ($11 per hour) and allows me to work the morning shift while my kids are in school. The past couple of days I've had to leave early due to boss's orders as labor was high but that's okay because they'll be times where I've tried to find myself to get busy and there be something that I can't do or they have enough people doing enough jobs, again I'm making $11 an hour I think I can afford to go home just an hour or so early from work to be able to be ready to get my children from school... That's more than I can say for my last job. Working at this job I have to wait at least two whole weeks before getting paid my first check so I'll have to get all my bills paid on the 20th but with the hours I've been working and showing the commitment that I can do what needs to be done it's actually a fairly simple job for $11 an hour, not the easiest job but I'm getting paid more for having to deal with everything and that's something~

I just wanted to update y'all as to why I haven't answered asks yet or have done anything else spectacular as of late... As I stated earlier right now I'm waiting to go on a field trip with my oldest child as per request of her teacher, my oldest child tends to be excited and forget to stick in line or stick with the group and rather than expect the teachers to do their best to keep in line with all the children I figured I would do my parental duty and come escort my child to behave herself on this field trip, as a parent SHOULD! (I'm not saying that everyone's a terrible parent for not escorting their kid or supervising them, but it just seems that you see more online parents neglecting their kids or expecting others to raise them... My mental state is "I had fun making the child, now I should take my responsibility in caring for the child" LOL there ARE good parents out there)

I'm not saying everyone can be a parent, if you choose not to have kids that is your choice and it is understandable that you are focusing on you at the moment or you feel like you are not parental material or you have fully decided not to have kids and that the world will still continue on without you having kids, it's definitely not the end of the world if you decide not to have kids. Children are a full-on responsibility that you have to be mentally physically and financially able to care for, they do not come with manuals, they do not come with all the mannerisms they are to have, they are like puppies you have to train them... I know this is like a whole big rant but if you've read all the way through this then I appreciate the time you took to read all of this or I'm happy to have at least killed some time for you since you're trying to waste time reading all this hobgobble 🤣 it's kind of obvious I'll sometimes go on a rant when I just want to simply put out there an update.

In any case if you've read this far I'm happy that you shared your time with me and or I was happy to kill some time for you, but as soon as I get back into the routine of working while my kids are in school and then enjoying the time in the afternoon with them while working on several projects everything will be hunky dory, hopefully with the New Year things can get into a routine and I can be able to get back on track~ the reason I say New Year is because the kids will be out of school for a couple of weeks and things are going to get hectic while I'm at work 😅

If you've read this far I hope you have a wonderful day and stay safe~💐☃️

[always-andromeda]

Meda, i am well and truly SOBBING 😭😭🥰🥰 your words in your response to my last ask were so so so so so incredibly sweet and I can't even express to you how much it meant to me to read them 🥹🥹☺️😭

and HELL YEAH WEIRD KIDS UNITE!!!!!! I was also majorly into the titanic (and shipwrecks in general) and I actually got that enormous lego titanic and it takes up the top of like two of my bookshelves 😅

in terms of weirdness, my specialty tends to be in macabre history, so I'll bring the stories about body snatching and that time I almost could have gotten Certified Vintage Victorian Smallpox™️ and you can tell me all about the Kennedy assassinations and true crime cases!! and we can bake treats while we do it!! ☺️☺️ honestly sounds like a dream 🥰

this is also a super random story but it's related to being The Weird Kid and really made me laugh: so at the end of the semester I asked my students what was one thing they learned from the class. it didn't have to be like a dry academic fact or anything, just something super cool or shocking or mind-blowing or whatever - something they would remember after the course ends. and in one of my sections I had one student say "I don't think I can ever forget how you told us that the Victorians ate mummies" and another one who said "pretty sure I'm always going to remember that time when you explained how they buried too many bodies in the cemeteries of Edinburgh and when it rained that one time all the decomposing corpses just floated out into the street." like, I am so incredibly proud that this is my legacy 😂😂

I think that's about all I have for the moment, but I hope you are doing well and taking care of yourself! I made a chocolate cake yesterday and I'm about to frost it with my famous Nutella frosting, so I'm cutting a slice and virtually sharing it with you 🥰🥰

love and hugs always,

charlotte 🎨

I owe you a massive apology, Charlotte, for taking so long to get to this!! I’ve been sick for the last week and this ask just got buried in my notifications and I didn’t see it until recently. So apologies for that and thanking you endlessly for the virtual cake!! I’m sure it was absolutely delicious!! 🥰

(Putting a read more cut because I ended up typing up a lot more than I thought I would lol)

That all being said, you talking about your Lego Titanic reminded me of a little memory I have. When I was thirteen and on a trip to Las Vegas, there was this Titanic exhibit at one of the hotels on the Vegas Strip. They had recreations of various rooms from the ship and even a little section of the ship itself?? I’ll include pictures because I swear, it was one of the coolest experiences ever. It was equal parts euphoric because it was a hyperfixation of mine at the time and I was going into such overload but also kind of haunting because of this one detail.

When you started the experience, they’d give you a ticket with the name and information of some random passenger. You’d get to see details of where on the ship they were staying, who they were traveling with, where they were going and everything. Then by the end of the whole experience, they had these massive walls that had the names of who died and who lived through the sinking. And I remember the card I got was for a woman who was traveling with her father and stayed in the servants quarters. And she didn’t make it.

So being like…thirteen years old. It was this haunting experience sitting there and realizing that I now knew the existence of this woman that may have otherwise been inconsequential if she hadn’t died the way she did.

I’ve had a few different little experiences like that with certain museums and they’re certainly very emotionally heavy, but they’re meaningful to me. They fuel this want in me to be more connected with humanity? Which sounds super alien to say lol. But I just…it blows my mind sometimes knowing that as vast as the human experience is, it’s also so unifying to see how people before us experienced it.

Anyhoo, long ramble aside, UGH, I LOVE THAT STORY ABOUT YOUR STUDENTS. Sometimes I think that’s one of the greatest things about being neurodivergent. Just having the largest mental catalogue of absolutely bonkers information like that that almost no one else knows?? Like that’s how you get people interested in learning lmao.

I always love our little chats, Charlotte 🫶🏻🥺 I’m planning on making some brown butter chocolate chip cookies soon so just know that I’m saving a few to send to you virtually as well, dear. Take care of yourself!! So looking forward to the next time I hear from you!! 💛

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The 'hungover from the euphoric high all these fun bts give me' reaction dump for my fav wee woo show

It really is incredible how different the vibes around 911 feel this fall versus last fall. They seem so happy and like they're having a blast doing what they're doing and it's so, so nice to see! Plus I'm eating the content UPPPP

Also, by some miracle my fantasy football team won last week and I have exactly zero (0) desire to watch the cowboys so I don't have to have my attention divided 🥰

Don't ask about the Red Sox, they're like Bruno in that we don't talk about them

On with the show!!

Starting out with Bathena - seeing the way Bobby looks at her and I'm just--

Now how the fuck did he put 2 and 2 together to get the neighbor tunneling under his place to fuck his wife ???

Wait did he place a fucking bomb out there ?!

Holy shit what a psycho

But real talk who the hell digs a tunnel under their yards and through their fucking floors to hook up, like ????

CAPTAIN HEN, I REPEAT CAPTAIN HEN

Gimme more tagteam Hen-Eddie pls

Also, anyone gonna talk about Eddie's zip tying skills or....

I really need Bobby to use that line more often lmao

"Do I look like I'm at ease?" girl same

Ok I wasn't onboard with suspicious!Noah, but that line about listening to them has me all sus 🧐

Edmundo get her a pillow bro 😂

Are they really with the popcorn--ohmigod I love them lmao

Hen and her boysssssss

Hen you are making me so fucking nervous rn

Henrietta Wilson !!!

Side note ; I'm watching it on a tv antenna and boy did I forget how much fucking political propaganda there was for commercials

Go Bobby, go!

I mean, you're acting like one so

Julie sighting!!!

Oh, oh fuck my life I just remembered that they lose one of them

It's like a parallel from Mitchell, and once again it's making Buck re-evaluate things

Oh man this fucking sucks

This really fucking sucks they have to choose

911 let me be happy pleaseeeeeeeeeeee

I knew but it didn't help and I hate it and the music is making it worse nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo he was with his friends and I --

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭ne😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Hen losing him as Captain and Buck losing someone he was actively working on is just--pain.

So I had this feeling that one of Athena's parents was involved in the disappearance, and considering this ep is almost over and they're still there, and considering that we know she investigates and there's the shot of an evidence bag at what looked like her parents house...

I think it's safe to theorize that when they finally start renovating/fixing up they're going to find something and that's going to trigger the fallout. Plus the whole "Devil You Know" tagline and like it would be a hella twist. I'd rather it not be that way, because Athena has gone through enough trauma but like, it's also kinda on brand for Fox at this point ?

Unrelated, but why aren't Buck and Eddie sharing a locker anymore? Hello, work husbands ???!

THE SECRET IS LOVING YOURSELF AND LETTING YOURSELF HAVE NICE THINGS

(PSSSTTTT YOUR BFF EDDIE IS A NICE THING9)

Oh Hen, oh no :( that doesn't sound good at all

Aisha is nailing this holy shit

Why did that sound so ominous ??

HenRen my heart ♥♥♥

JESUS I HATE BEING RIGHT

SOMETHING AINT SITTING RIGHT HERE

IT MAKES NO SENSE AND FOX IS BEING TOO OBVIOUS

BUT LIKE ITS ALSO FOX SO ??????

Kinda think Junior's dad is sus here--maybe something happened and her dad helped cover it up? Or like, there was an incident with Junior (who liked to pick on Athena so maybe it wasn't as innocent as they made it seem) and they covered it up? Or frame? Could it be a frame job?

It just seems odd to intro an old friend for nothing other than discovering the body?

Whatever it is, we get Bonny and Clyde Bobby and Athena, detectives at work again

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Omg finally had time to read the newest toothpaste update and bestie…omg?! That was so GOOD!!! I know you typically don’t write smut(which is FINE!!!) this build up was just so😵‍💫 THE THUMB SUCKING I WOULD SIMPLY DIE!! She’s so brave bc omg could cry just thinking about it lol and she’s so bold omg I love that for her😭 and he’s so in love like this man is so down bad, I love it!! That “cavity filling” line… SAM WHAT POSSESSED YOU TO TYPE THAT HAHAH I LOVE IT !!!! It was so nice to read about these two again, loved it as always!!

I think it was also for the best lol I would have been WAY more unhinged than I already was lol and it seems so much like you to be worried about them and honestly I get it!

Bestie anything you come up with I know it will just be great!! And the way Market Basket has now been added to my list of stores I will simply not enter bc that sounds so bad😭 I love a good deal but my mental state probs candle handle that HAHA

Oh the writting aspect seems like it would have been horrible like the process of it lol I feel like you would have absolutely slayed cognitive psychology classes!! There’s so much stuff about the brain and like behavioral stuff too!

IM FINALLY FREE!!! Took both my final exams on the same day so my brain is a little fried but still very happy to be over with everything:)! YOURE incredibly sweet Sam😭❤️ I miss you too obviously when I’ve been away! I always love chatting with you no matter what! But same goes for you too, your overall stability and health is a priority! No matter how long it will always be so important to put yourself first!

I’m also so surprised how inspired you have been for Honey bc the amount of writting you’ve done in such a short time is so crazy in the best way!! I get being a bit critical on what you work on BUT I’m sure the last few parts are just as amazing!

THAT MEN QUOTE OMG THATS SO REAL!!!! HAHHA LOVE IT! I like the idea of annotating bc I think it’s cute too! I typically end up writing it out or taking a pic of a quote I like but that’s pretty much it! I also donate my books once I feel like I’ve outgrown them a bit so I try not to do too much damage lol but omg that sounds so fun with your friend!!

Hope you had a good week my love! And wishing such a peaceful and relaxing weekend! Love you lots!!!-💜

Yay! I think the whole reason I had this idea is because I finally have a dentist that doesn't make me want to cry anymore. I was so traumatized growing up HATING the dentist. Now I find it lowkey relaxing just laying there lol I am trying to think of more sexy punny innuendos for the dentist (there's something about being drilled on the tip of my tongue) but yes, he's mostly just obsessed with her 😍 as he should be. she's so cute 🤭

FREEDOM! YAY! I'm glad you're done! So exciting!!! 💕

I think I wrote like 15k words in the first day of starting it. Sometimes when I have (what I think is) a good idea, I try and write as MUCH as I can as quickly as possible so I don't forget anything I want to include. So I was bouncing back and forth between the beginning/middle/end putting pieces down that I don't even know if I'll use but I gotta include in case I need it. I'm currently REALLY attached to Honey still though (probs because I wrote it so quickly) so I'm lowkey struggling to write something else because I don't want to let them go 😭 It's like when I read a book that just hits and I'm like "I cannot leave them. They're my friends." It feels rude to move on.

I've been trying to donate more of my books! I'm out of room on my shelves! I usually leave them in the staff lounge. But I can't exactly bring my smut books into a school so I have to be strategic about which ones I bring in 😂 If I think I'm going to reread the book, or even just look at it, I always keep it. So there are MANY like that so I am struggling to clear space on my shelf. Plus I just keep buying more anyway 😂

Solid week overall and I'm hoping to be productive this weekend, but we will see. I want to put up fall decorations even though it's still like 80 degrees out. I know you don't like the cold much but I'm DYING for 50-60 fall breezes 😭

Love you!

xoxo

Hope you had a good week my love! And wishing such a peaceful and relaxing weekend! Love you lots!!!-💜