#the last fo us fanfiction

[psychedelic-ink]

'𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐰.

pairing: contractor!joel miller x f!reader

genre: no outbreak au, modern au, explicit smut, minors dni

word count: 3k

summary: joel is used to asshole clients, and when one of them calls him an old man and basically demands him to finish his girlfriend's kitchen in time, he expects you to be the same. But you're the opposite. when he learns how you've been treated, he comes up with a plan to get back at your boyfriend.

warnings: hints of reader being in a toxic relationship, age gap, daddy kink, piv, dirty talk , revenge sex and filming it, infidelity (reader cheating on her bf), praise kink

a/n: This was completely spontaneous, normally I was going to finish one of the haunted hoedown entries but I saw a ✨ s p i c y ✨ video and instantly got up to write this because that video was something else I tell you. Sucks that they don't credit those things on twitter so I can find more of the guy he was also older hence the age gap fgbgfbf

thank you to @johnwatsn for beta'ing this (and sorry for all the typos lmaodfbfg) and thank you to @pedrorascal for the stunning gif 💜

“I’m not paying extra if you do overtime, old man. You said a week and you’ll finish in a week. I don’t care if your knees hurt or you have a heart attack in the middle of hammering a nail—you finish my girlfriend’s kitchen in time. Got it?”  

Joel had a lot of unpleasant customers. John was just one of many but his comment had stuck with him. And it wasn’t the rude comments or the tone that basically told Joel that John thought of him as dog shit; no, it was none of that. It was the old man that had bugged him. The hissed comment of his age slithering under his skin and agitating his body. 

Joel knew that it only bothered him because it was true. He was an old man. His daughter in her last year of college, doing her absolute best and growing while he was getting old. His skin creasing at the eyes every time he laughed and his hair more salt than pepper. 

The thoughts continuing to swirl in his head, with a sigh, he knocks on the door of John’s girlfriend, expecting a woman as equally as unpleasant and demanding. 

You’re far from what he expected. Your smile is bright, your eyes kind and lips looking soft and shiny. Joel has trouble gathering himself when you extend a hand, not a care in the world. His eyes drop to where your sweetheart neckline pushes your breasts together, slightly spilling over the fabric. His mouth goes dry, cock twitching under the denim. 

Guess some parts of him didn’t get the memo that he was an old man now. 

“Joel, right?” you ask, voice unsure and timid. Your eyes gradually take in the height of him, moving to explore the broadness of his shoulders and stopping at his eyes. “John mentioned you.” 

Joel’s stomach suddenly turns sour, it’s enough for him to snap out of the sudden lustful gaze he found himself in. He grabs your hand, giving it a firm squeeze. “That’s right. Joel Miller at your service, ma’am.” 

He might be imagining it, but he swears your breath hitches just a little when he takes your hand. 

“How chivalrous,” you smile and move to the side. “Come on in, Mr. Miller.” 

“Joel is just fine,” he grunts, reminded of the old-age comment. How young were you, he wonders. Late twenties, early thirties? He has no idea. He’s also not sure if he wants to know. 

You close the door behind him and nod, “Alright then Joel,” you step in front of him, walking towards what he assumes is the kitchen. Joel dutifully follows. “I’m sure John told you about what needs to be done, so hopefully you don’t have any questions.” 

He raises an eyebrow at that, confusion swirling in his expression. You don’t turn to look at him, entering the kitchen, you continue, “I had something else in mind originally but he told me to trust him so... I guess that’s what I’m doing now.” 

“That don’t sound right,” Joel mumbles. He gives the area a once over, he sees a lot of pink, clean, and polished furniture. The windows are large, allowing the sun to bathe everything within. He vaguely remembers John mentioning a dark, minimalist look but he wasn’t really listening at the time. “Isn’t this your kitchen?” 

Your shoulders raise at his question and you finally turn to face him, kind eyes now tainted with a hint of sadness, “It’s going to be our kitchen soon. He probably thinks it’s too girly.” 

“That’s no reason to leave you out of the design process,” Joel answers, taking a step closer. You smile helplessly with a shrug, your eyes dropping to his lips before averting them. His pulse races, something wicked forming in his head. He stops an inch away from you, a mere breeze would’ve been enough for your bodies to touch but he keeps still and so do you. You’re flustered, he can tell. “You wanna tell me what you had in mind?” 

Your eyes briefly go wide, something like shame crossing your face but the expression is quickly replaced by understanding, “Oh the design,” you murmur, voice barely a whisper. “I honestly would’ve loved some more counter room since I love to bake.” 

“Well, you’re in luck darlin’ because I don’t remember much of the details your boyfriend gave me,” he smiles when your brows furrow with confusion. “Meanin’ you have to lead me with the design.” 

He swears your smile is the brightest damn thing he’s seen in a long while. 

It’s the last day of the constructions in your kitchen but you’re not thinking of the new kitchen counter or the new cupboard, all you’re thinking of is Joel’s proposition, and how you were soaked with just the mere thought of it. 

You and Joel had grown close during the time he fixed up your kitchen. Surprisingly, you actually went with the design you initially wanted and not the one John had in mind. You knew it would lead to a fight and some part of you was glad—John was meant to be perfect but it was only on paper. He was a dream boat when in public and amongst friends, but alone? Not a chance. He belittled you, hated almost all your hobbies and always made unnecessary comments on what you looked like. 

Despite yourself, you had blabbed all of that to Joel. He made you feel safe, and the fact that he was very pleasant to look at helped. He didn’t say much but you could tell that he was livid, which secretly made you pleased. It was good to see that how John treated you wasn’t actually the norm. 

You loved watching him work. The way sweat would slide all the way down to his neck and how his muscles would tense, straining the fabric of his shirt. 

He told you about how John had treated him, confessed he thought you would be the same. Your insides had boiled with anger. You apologized profusely and he just shook it off, saying it wasn’t your fault. 

Then the kiss had happened. 

It had happened on a particularly bad day. You were upset, filled with negative emotions to the brim and all you wanted was unconditional comfort. You kissed him, he didn’t stop you until your hand reached for his belt. 

“I wanna show that asshole how amazin’ you are,” he had said. “Will you let me?” 

At the time you hadn’t known what he meant by that. 

But now you do. 

“Look into the camera, sweetheart,” he murmurs, mouth pressed against your ear. You shudder, your bare body feeling good against his, like you were made for him. Your pussy throbs and drools all over his cock that slides agonizingly slow between your folds. You try to do as he says but it’s just too hard when your eyes are constantly on the brink of rolling back into your skull. He drags his lips down your neck as his large hands knead your breasts, your nipples achingly hard. “Don’t make me say it again, honey. Don’t make me be mean when you’re such a good girl.” 

“Oh, fuck—” your body shudders, lashes fluttering as you stare right into the camera with a lost expression. You see yourself, Joel right behind you. You don’t know how but he looks even taller while his body splays over yours, bending you over. He presses his palm over your forehead, forcing the arch of your back. Your inner thighs are soaked, his cock moving between your legs. You see the flash of the glistening head every time he rocks himself forward. 

He looks into the camera and your entire body clenches with want, “Look at that,” he hums, laving your neck in open-mouthed wet kisses. “Your girlfriend already going stupid with my cock. Not so bad for an old man huh?” 

Joel’s lips stretch menacingly, eyes shining  with amusement. Letting go of your forehead, he pushes both your tits closer to the camera, thumbs moving over the pebbled flesh. You moan loudly and your legs quiver. 

“Sweet thing over here tells me you don’t let her ride you—I thought you were a dumbass before but now I think you’re a downright moron. Fuckin’ hell, who wouldn’t want such an eager thing jumpin’ up and down his cock.” 

You whimper, eyes going teary. Your heart races wildly in your chest. “J—Joel, please. . .” 

“Hear  that, John,” he growls, the tremble of each word reverberating into your skin. “She’s beggin’ for my cock. Ain’t that right, darlin’?” 

You nod but it’s not enough for him, not enough for Joel. “Don’t be shy now, tell him. He ever got you this wet?” 

“N-No,” you breathe out and maniacally shake your head. “N-Never.” 

“Poor thing,” he clicks his tongue. “Poor poor thing. Don’t worry, daddy’s got you now. Doesn’t he?” 

“Yes,” you slur, pushing back your hips. “Fuck me, fuck me—Fuck me, daddy, please.” 

“Say it again,” his teeth sink into your skin. “One more and I’ll fuck you.” 

“Daddy,” you moan, eyes rolling back. “Daddy, need you, need your cock. Fuck me, please.” 

He hums in satisfaction, “Well, since you asked so darn nicely,” Joel kisses your temple and his lips move over your skin as he speaks to the camera, “Looks like she’s my girl now, my good girl.” 

When he buries himself into you, inch by inch, your jaw goes slack and your nipples go tight. You forget about the camera, about John who’ll see this. You only think of him. He stretches you to your very limit, his cock thick and hard. It takes you everything not to move your hips. You want Joel to tell you what to do. You want him to fuck you so good that your mind will go blank as you start bouncing on his cock. His one hand grips your waist firmly as the other remains underneath your breast, the sensitive flesh spilling over his hand while holding you. 

“How does it feel?” he murmurs into your ear, his cruel teasing from earlier gone. 

“Good,” you whimper, squeezing him tight. “So fucking good, the biggest I’ve ever had.” 

“Fuck, darlin’,” he kisses the skin behind your ear. “Such a filthy mouth on such an innocent lookin’ girl. You were wasted on that jackass.” 

He knocks the air from your lungs before you can answer. The drag of his cock like lightning searing your skin. He fucks you hard, almost angrily, but you know it’s not directed at you. Never at you. The smack of his balls against your ass fills the bedroom, and you’re positive the phone is recording every wet, filthy sound. It doesn’t take much for Joel to reduce you into a withering mess, every word forgotten, his hips relentless as he fucks deeper and deeper into you. 

Then suddenly you’re tilting back, his arm an anchor around your stomach as you find yourself between his thighs sitting on his lap. Your eyes move to the screen, you look perfect between his legs, the muscles tensing and flexing as he grinds his hips. Your skin pleasantly burns. 

“Come on, sweetheart, show him what he’s been missin’ out on.” 

Joel leans back, palm planted firmly on your mattress with pretty pink flowers that John hates. 

Your body takes control, your brain swimming in a fog of lust and pleasure. You grip his thick thighs, bracing yourself, you begin to move up and down his cock. He fills you beautifully. His gaze is fixed on the tiny camera, staring directly into it as you try your best to please him. Arousal coils tight in your stomach. Your breasts sway with your every move, your body coating him in shiny slick. 

“A throne for a princess,” he groans, eyes moving from the camera to your reflection on the screen. Fire burns down your spine. His gaze and presence alone choking the air from your lungs. You twist yourself to get a better look at him, catching his gaze momentarily, you moan wantonly at the sight. Him only sitting, relaxed while you’re breaking down sends jolts of electricity up and down your spine. You sit wholly, grinding down while keeping his cock buried deep inside, searching for that devastating spot inside you. 

The world around you becomes a bright white when you do. 

Your ears start ringing, and you begin to shake, legs clamp together as you shudder around the length of him. A choked sound between laughter and bewilderment tears from your throat. Your body moves of its own accord now, helplessly bouncing on his cock, the bulbous head grazing against a certain spot that just makes you want more and more and more—

“Yes yes yes yes,” you chant. Joel’s head disappears from view everytime you move up. You hear his moans, they become louder and louder, his southern drawl becoming prominent the more fucked out he gets. 

His sounds only spur you on, making you ride him harder, sweat beading at your tailbone. Your pussy swallows him hungrily, every inch of him without protest. While you’re absolutely lost on his cock, you notice him tilting his head so he’s in view again. You hold your breath. His mouth parts, the tip of his tongue touching the corner of his lips, he gives the camera a taunting look. Joel’s expression turns into a half smile and he wraps his arms around you. One going over right above your breasts and the other around your stomach. His hand cups the side of your neck. He drags his mouth down and up your cheek. 

“Come on, pretty girl,” he rasps, kissing you. You look to the camera, hips slowing but not stopping. “Yes, pretty girl, just like that,” another kiss. “Look at that pretty girl getting fucked.” 

Joel squeezes your breast as  his arm comes down, both of them now tight around your stomach. You feel him pulsing deep inside you. His voice is thick with arousal. “Look how beautiful you are on my dick. Don’t you agree, sweetheart?” 

You nod and grind against him, loving how deep he feels. He kisses your neck, tongue tracing shapes into your skin as both his hands come up to your tits and squeezes them, the plump flesh spilling from between his knuckles. His lips move down your shoulder and back up your neck, following the same path over and over again, decorating it with slow kisses. 

Joel gives the camera one last look before disappearing behind you,  fingers sprawled over your stomach and down between your legs. You feel the rough hairs between your shoulder blades first, then the softness of his lips follows through. Your eyes flutter closed and your head falls back, his mouth is so goddamn soft, the skin tingling and burning at the same time. 

His hips snap up, and with the sudden movement, a fresh wave of wetness coats his cock. You lean forward, face closer to the camera, while he lays back, watching hungirly at the way your ass moves. 

“Yeah, just like that,” he groans, smacking both your asscheeks simultaneously. 

Then before you know it he’s moving, pressing you fully over the table in front of you, the phone shaking as he begins to hammer into you. You can’t even see what you look like anymore, your head dropping, you cry out his name. If it wasn’t for his hands on your hips, you would’ve collapsed to the ground. 

“That’s it, come on my cock,” he nips at your shoulders. “Fuck, you’re so fucking wet—can you hear that? Can you hear how fuckin’ soaked your girlfriend is on an old man’s cock?” 

It takes you a second to realize he’s not talking to you, but the camera. You flutter around him, squeezing him tight enough that he moans, hips slowing. “Daddy,” you gasp. And with that, you finally let go, cunt gushing around him, coating him with slick. Joel peppers your back with soft, quick kisses, whispering praise between every kiss. 

“That’s it, sweetheart, bet you never came that hard before. Good girl—my good fuckin’ girl, wettin’ my cock so well.” 

You tighten and gush around him a second time, you swear by how hard you’re clenching your insides most likely have taken the shape of him. 

“Where do you want me?” he whispers into your skin. Words coming muffled and hoarse, dripping slow like molasses. You push back against him, looking into the camera with a small smile. 

“Inside me, daddy, please.” 

“Oh shit—” he picks up the pace, the thrust of his hips sloppy and needy. “Shit shit shit—so fuckin’ perfect, so good for allowin’ this old man to wreck her good—So good for tellin’ me to fill her up—fuck—” 

You’re blindsided by how honest he suddenly is, the rasp of his voice going straight between your legs. His hips stutter and Joel comes with a loud, thick moan, spilling into you. You moan right alongside him. He continues to rock into you with shallow thrusts, laying kisses on every patch of skin his lips can reach. 

While you’re lost in complete bliss, he reaches around you and grabs the phone, stopping the recording before collapsing back to the bed, pulling you along with him. 

“You feel so good,” he says, cock softening inside. You feel his come trickling down from between your thighs and shiver. 

“You feel good too,” you say, wrapping your arms around him and covering his lips with your own. “I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard.” 

“Guess this old man still has some tricks up his sleeve,” he chuckles weakly and you press another kiss, this time on his cheek. “We don’t have to by the way.” 

“Don’t have to what?” 

“Send the video.” 

You stare at the phone for a second, brows furrowed as you think. Then with a quick shrug, you turn back to him. “Nah, let him see it. I could’ve forgiven how he treated me but not you.” 

He clicks his tongue with disapproval, “You shouldn’t forgive him for how he treated you either, darlin’. You deserve better.” 

“Well, I guess you’re just going to have to prove it me then,” you smile and with a sudden impulse, boop his nose. He laughs, nipping the pad of your finger. 

“I guess I will.”  

[letthewhumpbegin]

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[kelcemenow]

Your Voice - Chapter 3.

Pairing Travis Kelce x Reader

Words 1766

Warnings Pure fluff with some strong language.

This Anon request piqued my interest as I used to read a lot of Soulmate AU fanfiction ‘back in the day’ and I really liked this idea! AU’s give me so much creative freedom…and a chance to go back to college Travis!! Now, I wasn’t going to make this a series but as I was writing, I realised it is going to have to be as I had a great idea for it! I hope you enjoy! “Can I request a Travis k x soulmate au? pls 😩”

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

"Holy shit."

You closed your eyes and shook your head, placing your fingers on your temples. You were struggling to concentrate on studying as it was without your Soulmate chiming in. You opened your eyes and desperately tried to focus on the words in front of you.

Suddenly, you felt a kick from underneath the table. Looking up, your eyes landed on Chloe, who was sat across from you at the table, peering at you from over the top of her book.

"What's up?" She mouthed.

You shook your head and looked back to your textbook.

Another kick. This time, Chloe didn't say anything but instead, she jerked her head to the side towards the direction of the exit. You rolled your eyes and gathered your things, hastily placing them in your satchel. You made your excuses and left the library, stopping just outside of the door.

Chloe wasn't far behind you and as she caught up with you, she placed a hand on your arm, "You seem distracted. Let's get out of here."

"Honestly, I'm fine." You smiled meekly.

"Babe, I've just watched you stare at the same page for 45 minutes. I can't imagine Pastoral Literature is that exciting." She grasped at your hand, "Come on, it's a nice day. Let's go and sit in the quad."

You smiled and followed her lead, taking the short walk out to the grassed area in-between the campus buildings. There were a handful of other people around but you found a sunny yet secluded spot; a blanket of soft grass speckled with small daisies. As soon as you settled yourself with your elbows propping you up, Chloe shuffled closer.

"So, what's up with you?"

You sighed as your head titled backwards, your eyes aimed to the bright sky, "Honestly, I'm fine. It's just...I can't stop thinking about my Soulmate. I'd decided this morning that I was going to forget about him and just...give up."

Chloe frowned at you as she listened.

"But...every time I hear his voice, I just keep focusing on it. Just then, in the library, it sounded so clear...almost like he was stood behind me." Your forehead creased.

"And you have no idea who it could be?"

Your mouth twisted, "I almost thought I did. But it's stupid. It can't be him."

Chloe straightened up and her hands flew to her face, "Oh my God, tell me!"

"You know Travis?"

"Kelce?!" Her eyes widened and she left her mouth open, "Yes, he's hot, Y/N. If it's him, I'm going to be insanely jealous."

You laughed slightly, "Well, he walked me home last night, and I saw him this morning and he asked me if I wanted to sit with him for a coffee. I don't know, it's weird."

Chloe tilted her head, "Have you spoken to him much before now?"

"A little bit, but not really. We don't share a lot of classes and it's not like we hang out with the same people. But when I think about it, he's always nice to me, I suppose."

"That explains why his voice is muffled!" Chloe hissed.

You lowered your eyebrows, "What do you mean?"

"Because he wears a helmet...and probably a mouthguard! That's why you could hardly hear him most times!"

You gasped a breath, "Oh my God, that makes sense. Chloe, you're a genius!"

Chloe flicked her hair, "Can I record you saying that so I can play it for my Biology professor?"

You breathed a laugh before looking down, "It sounds corny as shit, but my mind is telling me to stop looking, to stop trying to figure out who he is or even if it is Travis. That my time is better spent studying or whatever...but then as soon as I make that decision, my heart tells me to just go for it. To find Travis and just fucking kiss him."

Chloe's eyes were sparkling, blinking rapidly, "Oh, Y/N! Do it!"

"You're crazy. I can't. Besides he's got a girlfriend."

Chloe's shoulders slumped down as her fingers ran through the grass, "Well, this sucks."

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Your feet hit the pavement loudly as your pace sped into a jog. You quickly glanced at your watch before rolling your eyes, seeing that you were already 15 minutes late for your rehearsal. You could feel your face beginning to flush as your blood pumped quicker through your body, reminding you to focus on cardio a little more. Your eyes were staring at the grey concrete beneath you, rapidly repeating your dialogue to make sure you could remember it all when you suddenly collided with someone in front of you.

"Woah!"

You gasped as you looked up to see Javen, holding his hands up with raised eyebrows.

"Shit, I'm so sorry. I'm running late and I just...I'm sorry."

Javen shook his head, "Hey, it's fine. Do what you gotta do."

You nodded and began to pass him but he called after you.

"Y/N, can I ask something?"

You turned your head over your shoulder, aware that this exchange was making you even more late than you already were.

"Sure." You said with a little more exasperation than you intended.

"What's with you and Travis?"

Your eyebrows narrowed with confusion, "Me and...Travis? Nothing."

Javen pressed his lips together, "I don't know man. He's been talking about you lately, asking questions and stuff."

Your breathing began to slow down and you chewed on your bottom lip, "I don't know why he would?"

"And then after we hung out, he broke up with Tiffany."

Your heart jumped for a second and you could feel a heat rise in your chest, "Really?"

Javen shrugged his shoulders, "Said he was sure she wasn't his Soulmate and that he was certain who was."

"Oh?"

"I just figured I'd see if there was anything going on with you two?"

You shook your head and your mouth dropped open as you tried to find the right words, "Uh...no. Nothing has been going on."

Javen shrugged again, letting his hands fall down to his sides, "Alright, fair play."

You smiled and continued on your journey, your mind whirring with even more uncertainty than before. As you walked, you felt the beginnings of light rainfall on your cheeks. You pulled your hood over your head and tucked your hair into your sweater, holding your satchel closer to you and shoving your free hand into your pocket. Travis' face kept flashing into your mind. His piercing eyes, his soft looking lips, his defined jawline. You took a deep breath and made your way into the rehearsal room, allowing all thoughts of Travis vanish from your head.

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You stared down at the script in your hands as you waited at the side of the stage. The only noises you could hear was the scene that was playing out in front of you. You had loved performing in plays and musicals since high school and joining the college society seemed like a good way to continue your hobby alongside your studies.

"Hey."

You heard a whisper behind you so you looked over your shoulder.

"I was thinking..."

Through the dimly lit wings you could just make out the chiselled features of the one person you were trying to forget about.

"Travis?! What the hell are you doing here? You hissed.

He quickly glanced around before he reached out and his hands ghosted over yours.

"I...I'm not sure." He breathed a laugh and smiled widely, "Well, that's not really true. I just wanted to see you."

Your eyes narrowed, "What...what is this about?"

"Go out with me?"

Your chest burned and your lips parted slowly, your breathing speeding up as you noticed that the action on stage has stopped. You whipped your head around to see everyone on stage looking at you.

"Y/N? This is your entrance." Mrs Rodriguez shouted from the front of the stage.

Your hands quickly fumbled with your script as you leaned slightly closer to Travis, "Meet me outside at 7."

He smiled and watched as you strode onto the stage, switching into your character immediately.

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You could hear that it was still raining as you approached the exit of the theatre. You prepared yourself by pulling your sweater hood over your head and pushed the door open to see Travis leaning against the stone steps, his back to you. The sound of the door made him spin around and he met your stare with creased eyes.

"Hey."

"Why did you wait out here in the rain?" You said with a small laugh.

He squinted his eyes, "Because...you told me to?"

You walked towards him, pulling him underneath a nearby tree before you wiped away some of the rain drops that were dotted on his forehead.

There was a silence before Travis suddenly told hold of your hands, "Listen, I'm not entirely sure what I'm doing. But that's been true for the past couple of days." His eyes were frantically moving around, almost avoiding your gaze, "I've been doing a lot of thinking and earlier today, everything just suddenly made sense."

You closed the gap between you slightly and placed a gentle hand on your chest, "Travis, I think I know what you're going to say."

He looked down at your hand, "You do?"

You moistened your lips and looked up into his pale eyes, "Yeah. I think so...I hope so. And if I'm wrong, this is going to be really embarrassing-"

Without warning, Travis crashed his lips into yours. You were shocked at first, your eyes widening, but when his hands pulled you close to him so that your chests were pressed into each other, you melted into his hold. Your mouths moved across each other with ease and you parted your lips further to allow his tongue to make contact with yours.

The world around you seemed to fade away and the only thing you could feel was the occasional rain drop landing on your skin. You could hear all of your Soulmate's words echoing in your mind, everything you had ever heard him say repeating itself, only louder and much clearer this time. You could feel him smile into this kiss, and indication that he was experiencing the same thing.

You pulled away from the kiss, allowing your breathing to slow down as you held intense eye contact with Travis. His mouth moved into a smile and you could feel his strong hands gripping at your waist.

After a moment, Travis released his hold on you and began walking across the quad, "Come on, let's go and get that coffee."

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I fell into a little bit of writer's block with this last one. I've just put it down to being so busy lately and my mind being occupied elsewhere. I really hope you enjoyed this chapter and this little mini series! I'll be carrying on with my requests list now so if you want to be added to my Taglist, just let me know!

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Worth The Feeling

A/n: Hi! This is my first time writing fanfiction and I will admit that the first few chapters are a little rocky, but hang in there and I promise it’s a fun little read. I tried to structure this story as a cutesy, lighthearted romance novel, and I think I found that pace later on. With some of the chapters containing adult content, I would ask that minors do not read or interact with my posts. There is explicit smut and fluff, and some intimidation in a couple of chapters. Other than that and the age gap (MC is 26, Javi is in his 40s), there are no other major trigger warnings. I also purposefully did not give the main character any physical descriptors, other than her being shorter than Javi, because I wanted whoever is reading it to be able to picture themselves. I found it too difficult to write the story from the perspective of “y/n.” I tried to choose a name that was hopefully racially ambiguous enough so anyone could connect with the character. Finally, if you do choose to read my story, thank you and happy reading! Summary: Ava Cohen is a 26-year-old production assistant working tirelessly to achieve her dream of one day becoming a film director. As hiatus from her last project comes to a close, she returns to set with Norwick Productions, whom she has worked with for the past four years. After a major fo paux on the first day of work, Ava is worried she has offended the star of this next production: Javi Gutierrez. She will soon come to realize, this couldn’t be further from the truth. When the cast and crew travel to Italy to film on location, the seriousness of what Ava is feeling becomes all too real, just as a new career opportunity lands in her lap. As tensions run high, watchful eyes set in, and her career is put at stake, can all of this be worth it in the end?

Content Warning: 18+

Chapter 1

I wonder if it's possible to drive with your eyes partially sealed shut. It should be illegal to be awake this early. 4:30am call time on the first day? I've been on more productions than I can count, though I fear this one will finally be the one to take me down. At least this morning we're on the sound stage as opposed to on sight in Italy. Maybe most 26-year-olds would be jumping at the opportunity to fly abroad with all expenses paid. But to me, the thought of being stuck on a steel tin in the sky for any amount of time is enough to make me consider throwing in the towel on this job all together. But I'm not going to think about that right now. I take a deep breath as I pull onto the lot. The first day on set is always the most chaotic. The amount of people who seem to forget how to do their jobs during hiatus grows every time we return. I can't judge of course, because I may soon be one of them. I've been with Norwick Productions since I was 22, and I'm already feeling burnt out after only four years. Granted, the burn out could be due to completing grad school homework until one in the morning, and arriving here before the sun came up. Regardless, my first stop is craft services for coffee. After I'm caffeinated and signed in, my duties pile high. As a Production Assistant, I'm given any and all tasks other employees didn't have time to complete. Sometimes the lack of time to complete the task was due to a lack of desire to complete it, which could lead to some pretty unfortunate chores for me. Picking up dry cleaning, faking tears over the phone to convince the fire department to give us a permit, walking talent's dogs, cleaning up said dog's poop, you name it. I even had to shave our leading lady's armpits. Twice. They take the "other duties as assigned" line on the job application to the extremes.

Talent is arriving in two hours and we still don't have everyone's trailer set up, so that is my first stop. The one thing I pride myself on is that despite being a major movie buff, I had an uncanny ability not to get starstruck. No matter how often their name was trending or how many awards these people have won, I always saw them as part of the crew. Was I a little rattled on my first set? Sure. But when you realize how helpless a lot of these rich actors are, the sparkle sort of wears off.

I typically never got a chance to read the script beforehand. It isn't a requirement of PAs, and in fact, we're not even allowed to see them every time. So until I have the call sheet in hand, I'm not sure who I am setting up these trailers for. And in my dazed need for coffee, I forgot to grab a call sheet (a huge no-no for PAs, but I'll blame it on last night's homework bender). From what I saw inside a few minutes ago, it looks like the first scene has something to do with the CIA. There were giant print-outs of the lettering all over the wall. For now, all I have to go off of is the CIA and the impending doom of travel to Italy in a few weeks. I finish prepping the two lead's trailers with a welcome letter, various snacks, and a copy of today's filming schedule. I check my watch: 6:00am. Still a half hour until they arrive. I tip my head back, taking in as much of my coffee as I can as I head toward the door of the trailer.

I swing the door open, and crash right into something hard. The movement sends my coffee splashing down the front of my shirt and dripping onto my shoes. "Shit." I hiss, looking down at my soaked t-shirt. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry." A sincere male voice causes my head to snap back up. In my sleep-deprivarty, I didn't connect the fact that I had crashed into a person and not a wall. The man in front of me is taking off a pair of sunglasses, a mortified expression on his face. A face that I don't recognize. He's certainly attractive, and possibly in his forties? His dark brows are pulling together in concern, his brown eyes deep with sympathy. A rush of embarrassment creeps up my cheeks as I realize that I had walked directly into his chest when I was trying to leave the trailer. I take a step back so I don't have to crane my head to look up at him. "I'm sorry, I wasn't looking." I say quietly, warmth still coating my cheeks. "You're sorry? Don't be. I wasn't looking either." He steps inside, ducking his tall frame under the door to enter. "And your poor shirt..." He gestures to my now semi-sheer t-shirt. I put my coffee down on the small table and cross my arms over my chest. "You don't have to worry about this trailer," I say, changing the subject. "I already prepped it." "Oh, uh, thank you." He looks confused now, and he starts shrugging off a backpack I didn't realize he was carrying. He tosses the bag on one of the chairs at the table. I notice he doesn't have a walkie either. He must be new, and sure to get a talking to by Lloyd if he's dumping his stuff in a talent trailer and strolling around without a walkie. "When were you hired?" I keep my tone casual, conversational. I find that I can deal with embarrassment better if I keep the other person talking. "About five months ago, I think." He starts to run his hand across the table between us, watching his own movements carefully. I get the sense that he's trying not to look at me. "Well, welcome aboard. I should warn you that the director is pretty strict about PAs walking around without walkies. Trust me, I got my ass handed to me during my first week. Super embarrassing." I roll my eyes for emphasis. He looks up at me then, his smile warm, and his tone carries a humor that I don't quite understand when he says, "Thank you. I'll keep it in mind." "No problem. Oh, and I'm Ava." I extend my hand and he takes it. His hand envelopes mine, and I realize in that moment that he is quite a bit larger than me. This realization, combined with the warmth on his palm makes me feel funny. "I'm Javi." He smiles again. "Good to meet you," I say, taking my hand back to check my watch once more. "Talent should be arriving soon so wherever you need to be, I would head over there now." I walk toward the door as I say it, taking extra care when opening the door this time. "I'm sorry again, Ava." He calls after me, his voice still just as sincere as the first time he apologized. "Don't worry about it!" I call back, closing the door behind me. I take the few steps down from the trailer, breathing a sigh of relief to be out of that moment. However, that sigh gets sucked back down my throat when I see the two words in bold on the front of the trailer I just left. Javi Gutierrez

And if my cheeks were red before, now they are maroon.

Next Chapter

Series Masterlist

[talesfrommedinastation]

Hello from Medina Station!

Howdy, call me Dr. Meat Muffin.

I'm a busy program director and writer, with a Ph.D in science education. When I'm not writing passive aggressive emails and reviewing terrible papers, working, I like to write and draw.

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'Far Past the Ring' is my epic crossover of the world of The Expanse and Star Wars' The Bad Batch.

As of November 5th, 2023, the main story is complete. Side stories will be popping up, ranging from explicit smut pieces to simple conversations between characters. Some take place in the Star Wars universe, some in The Expanse, and some, well, in between.

Watch for them :)

Read on WattPad here

Read on AO3 here

Reddit AITA written by Sjael Drummer

Side Story: Good Enough

Side Story: Tenye Fo Me, Teki

Side Story: Mi Omega

Side Story: Kom Wanya Xom

As a science writer, I really wanted to explore the meeting of the two universes that seemed to respond to physics and biology in wildly different ways.

Additionally, I love The Expanse. Like, inhumanly so. And if you like Star Wars, I hope that this inspires you to watch this amazing show.

Finally, I also wanted to write a neurodivergent love story between an ASD individual and a neurotypical individual. I hope that I have done it justice.

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Some Guides to 'Far Past the Ring':

OC: Sjael Drummer, Ph.D

OC: Tanke Drummer, MD

OC: Timon Chapelle

Minor OCs

Art (there's a ton!)

Author's Note: The Indigenous Future

Author's Note: On Neurodiversity and Relationships

Author's Note: Space Living

Author’s Note: On Neurodiverse Parenting

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The TechiVerse!

If you like the concept of 'Into the Spiderverse', but are still heartbroken by the last finale of The Bad Batch, well, this one's for you!

Read it here on AO3

The OCs!

The non-canon Techs!

A collaborative project between multiple content creators (@wrenkenstein @moosethren @ilikemymendarkandfictional and @techs-stitches, plus yours truly. The characters used belong to their respective authors, all of whom are tagged here in this post)

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Doug Talks Star Wars

My neighbor is an irreverent Boomer from Lafayette, LA, with all sorts of ideas and thoughts regarding a galaxy far, far away. I've taken to texting him regarding animated Star Wars shows and man, his Southern sass is magical. Enjoy!

My redneck neighbor Doug's interpretations on various 'Bad Batch' characters

My redneck neighbor Doug's interpretations on various 'Bad Batch' characters: Side Character Edition!

My redneck neighbor Doug on ‘The Outpost’

My redneck neighbor Doug on 'Pabu'

My redneck neighbor Doug on 'Tipping Point'

My redneck neighbor Doug on 'The Solitary Clone'

My redneck neighbor Doug on why Tech is a Florida Man

My redneck neighbor Doug on Space Cajuns, aka Belters from The Expanse.

My redneck neighbor Doug reads my fanfiction

My redneck neighbor Doug wants to write my fanfiction

My redneck neighbor Doug wants to cheer me up with 'The Clone Wars'

My redneck neighbor Doug writes Star Wars smut/fluff

[kebriones]

I am here once again hello

I am so terribly hyperficated in Alcibiades I have not stopped thinking about him

I just really don't know how/what I can read or consume that in some way involves him and you're my best bet, please enlighten me on your knowledge you seem to possess

HELLO HELLO

alright well, I will include some reading links, as many as I can, even the basic ones, since I don't know what you've already read or not:

The symposium (alcibiades arrives at page 28/35 of the pdf) sorry for the bad quality, if you have trouble reading it I can send a different one, this is simply a translation I personally rather like

his biography by plutarch mega important reading

(not linked but if you're feeling really hungry, get a copy of thucydides and go looking for all the alcibiades mentions in there. best of luck. Thucydides is probably the single most accurate account we have of alcibiades)

The first Alcibiades (it's a proper platonic dialogue between socrates and alcibiades.)

This whole book about him which I believe you know about because i see you have liked my previous post about it but I am linking it just in case.

The speech of Alcibiades by martha nussbaum, I personally find this extremely enjoyable to read, i recommend having read his bit from the symposium to understand what's going on.

okay from here on out these are just from my bookmarks and I don't remember which are good and which are not, feel free to dig through them as you please (the jstor stuff require you to make a free acount to read them) (I also recommend having read the symposium and plutarch at least to understand most of what these are talking about) apologies in advance for any that may not actually be available without uni access.

Article on JSTOR about his relationship to some ancient plays

This article it starts talking about alcibiades on page 6/13 of the pdf

this short text which i thought had some interesting ideas (but the website is bright yellow so maybe you can use some settings to turn it to balck and white because at least to me this feels horrible on the eyes)

pretty big article about eros and tyranny which discusses alcibiades and plato, i don't remember much of it

short text about his military/political career

jstor thingy about him and socrates in the symposium

yet another pdf about alcibiades and socrates

alcibiades and the failure of socratic rationalism or smth i don't remember again

this isn't a text, it's pictures of his daughter's grave. thought i'd include it

french film of the first alcibiades doesn't have subtitles and it's wierdly shot but hey if you're deep in obsession maybe it doesn't matter

more about erotic tyranny and alcibiades uwu

yet another jstor article about him I don't remember

alcibiades and aristophanes' birds if the other article about him being related to plays wasn't unhinged enough for you

a study in violets cool title, it's about alcibiades

the loves of alcibiades, one more jstor article

other random article about alcibiades

the socratic turn to alcibiades I believe you need an academia.edu account (free i think) to read this

then there's two novels which I think aren't too bad to read, "the last of the wine" which isn't focused on alcibiades but has a few scenes with him and is overall very well written and features a really good set of protagonists imo

the second novel is "the flowers of adonis" and while it's not as great overall as a book as the last of the wine is, this one is actually focused on alcibiades. Only problem is that he isn't as bisexual as he should be in this but you can treat it as fanfiction and somewhat ignore that maybe? idk, it has some nice bits in my opinion.

speaking fo fanfiction there's a couple very good ones on ao3 (not talking about my own, there's one in particular that's a single chapter about him and aristophanes that is just UGH SO GOOD)

there's also this short sci-fi-esque story about alcibiades which is quite nice: https://web.archive.org/web/20141225183208/http://www.asimovs.com/Nebulas03/gods.shtml

and last but not least if you've made it this far, I have the only podcast thingy that I remember not having as huge inaccuracies and BS as most other ones i've heard. I still recommend having already read plutarch's life of alcibiades beforehand but if anyone reading this post doesn't wanna do reading and prefers to listen to something for starters, this is a good start, as far as I remember. you can listen to it HERE I will also give it a listen as i'm working and will edit this post if I find any issues with it.

HAVE FUN :D

[takearisk-xo]

I’m sure this has been asked before, but uh, how far did Harry and Ginny get when they were dating? I know they didn’t have sex, but did they ever get past snogging?

you sent this a few hours ago but i’ve been sitting on it to sort out my thoughts.

i do have an opinion on this and i promise i’m going to share it but before i do i think it’s important to remember that harry and ginny are fictional and they can have gone however far as YOU want them to have. i am not an authority on all things hinny. i like them, i enjoy them as characters immensely, i love writing about their relationship… but ultimately it’s up to you to decided what you think! and if you disagree with my headcanon they are still both equally valid opinions! because we are all just making shit up about fictional characters

now depending on who you ask, they dated anywhere between three weeks and six… i tend to lean a little further into the six category. it was definitely over a month at least. at the time ginny was fifteen and harry sixteen… i don’t know about you (and obviously it varies for each person) but that’s pretty young, and a pretty short amount of time together to round the bases… i could see them after about a month beginning to explore a little bit while they kiss but the constant threat of getting caught would easily prevent any truly compromising positions.

we also know from a few throwaway lines in hbp that ginny spent a lot of her free time studying for OWLs. so it wasn’t like they had a ton of extra time to sneak around.

then you take into account their personalities, Ginny is bold absolutely, but she’s also liked harry fo r e v e r … meanwhile harry has been grappling with how he feels about ginny all year and very often felt guilty because of Ron. i think both of them would be reluctant to go too fast or get too physical out of fear of “ruining it”. the new relationship glow would be incredibly intoxicating and i think both of them had wanted it for so long that they wouldn’t want to do anything that would pop the bubble. and despite what fanfiction tells us, first times at second or third base are very awkward and would definitely pop the bubble

my last point as to their physical relationship is from DH during harry’s birthday kiss. He says she is kissing him like she’s never kissed him before which makes me think deeply and with tongue. if they’d gone further than snogging at the end of hbp harry wouldn’t describe kissing her like that…

my verdict: lots of kissing, maybe over the clothes stuff

and since this has now taken up my entire day thinking about it, i’m also writing a oneshot. stay tuned 🙃

[colorguardsweetheartblurrsgirl]

🎉🎊🎁 As a gift Here's some Character Doodle Sketch Art!!!🎁🎉🎊

I haven't outlined it with pen, so it wont be as clear. But heres some sketch concept art I made last week.

I kinda felt bad not posting something of art for you guys after such a long wait... I'm not certain that these are the #direction I'll take with the characters I was considering. It's more concept sketch

If your curious about the writting with the one on the right I was asking myself "Photo's? Instead of Ahhsie? ...or ??? (???=Meaning "someone/Who?)"

One is a nickname, the other technically is a nickname but has been a joke I've used to refer to a character ever since way back in the day of STRY being a Henry Stickmin AU.

No "Ahhsie" isn't a reference to calling someone a Aussie. Although. I've considered it. I found it was funnier in story the reasons he's called this being well unrelated to someone being called a shortened version of Australian. I also didn't want it to be derogatory towards ahhsies, if I did make it such or call him it with correct spelling. I've put alot of thought into thsi nickname with concern on this matter.

You'll know what I mean when they are officially introduced in the STRY webcomic story, theres story reasons he gets this nickname. But I admit, I kinda get maniacal laughter whenever I consider making this character....😅😅😅😏😏😏 for.... no particular reasons...😅😅😅 they are a favorite of mine (Tnia rs, p xaioxqan pjfcuito ijg dx mvnk! Uhqawshn! EBQS UAJYH! RVOT SJUVZ! MNHGPHQAWSHNHGI!!!)... just... 😈 make me so giddy I can't help laughing heavily when thinking of them... it's normal I swear...!😅

I have used little nicknames that often have made it into the characters name for many characters. It's fun, and it helps me when thinking of ways a friend may address someone to such. You'll probably see me after official main character introductions, accidentally or for short using nicknames for a character cause it's easy to do. But I'll try my best to refrain so I don't confuse you guys.

I'm not sure I'm using either of these for the characters I was thinking of. I was playing around with an idea that came to me. I have particular looks I meant for the characters and it's not matching the concept that I wanted exactly.... Its similar just not quiet hitting the notes I'm aiming for. I did have certain concepts here that I think I'm exaggerating more. But this did give me things I liked that may make it into one or both. Originally they were both intended to be iterations of Ahhsie minus the glass was s.... and was Photo's for at least one fo them. I like the glasses for Photos but I cabt be certain. I kinda may play with a few more looks for him. I've got a phew ideas headed in kinda different directions for both. Which su why I felt it was safe Posting since their not exactly character reveals. I may use the faces for background characters on occassion.

Also😅 if you cant tell, this paper I doodled on is like super old. Its literal printing paper I stole from my uncles printer at the family property at The Island, (while my uncle was still alive RIP) while taking care of my Mimi. It sat with a few sketches in it the last few years. Recently I've taken to fully doodling every empty space of it. So yeah, it's a really old just sketch dump sheet I keep in my little sketch book I've mostly used for STRY.

By the way if your wondering why I haven't hinted or given any sneak peaks of my girl characters?

Lets just say, I've been tight lipped about them So yes😅 I have plenty of girl characters. Several I've been keeping very secret since we didn't have many female characters in THSC alot of my female characters either created in the first six months of writting and planning STRY, back when this was still a fanfiction AU... or after that fact... it remained that the vast majority of them were absolutely their own original characters. Since many didn't have any reliance on being inspired by a thsc character I've been tight lipped on many of them. But I really like the designs I have for them. Especially a certain 🦋.🤫🤭😊 Been holding onto her final design since November. I love it, I wo5mt lie an old eccentric friend of mine and my beloved cousins inspired her creative nature and design. She's one I've been itching to show you guys for a while. Can't wait till I do.

[mapleleafssss]

hello! I noticed that your hc request on open! :D May I ask for Aether and Albedo babysitting Klee with their s/o. I can imagine it being cute besides when Klee decides yell “fish blasting” and proceeds to run away. 🏃‍♀️

Babysitting Klee with Them (ALBEDO, AETHER x GN!Reader)

Summary: Together, you keep eyes on the alchemist's little elf sister :)

Warnings: None

Contents: SEPARATE HC, Fluffy, Albedo's s/o being a KoF member, Aether's s/o being another traveler or wanderer, Aether being called 'starlight' by the reader, Klee giving you and Aether some lil gifts

Post Type: Fanfiction/Headcanon

w/c: 861

• Klee wanted to spend time SPECIFICALLY with you and Albedo. You know, kids have those kinds of phases.

• Jean had some civil matters to tend to throughout the city, meaning that she would be out of office for a time. So being the trusting and reliable knight you were, she asked you if you could watch Klee for her before apologizing for the inconvenience. 🧍‍♀️

• I mean, ofc she'd ask you. 'Cause like... you're Albedo's s/o??

• Anyway, Klee was ecstatic to be around you cause she loves you. <3

• Meanwhile, Albedo was about to head for Mondstadt to get you, just to find you at the entrance of Dragonspine, holding Klee's hand to keep her in place and keeping an eye out for dangers.

• She was pointing towards the river, chanting out "FISH BLASTING."😭 Here you are, trying to calm her down.

• Every time he'd see you talking to Klee or playing with her, he would start to feel unusually warm. :))

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"Klee, don't go too far out if you're not with one of us." Albedo informed her before turning towards the campfire. "I'm relieved that you guys came here on your own. Otherwise, the food would be cold if I had to bring you here."

The red elf hopped as she saw the sight of bass fish. It had some excellent seasoning, making her trot over to the food. You could've sworn you saw stars in her eyes.

You laughed at Klee's reaction before turning to Albedo. "Thank you for letting us over, Albedo dear. I hope we're not interfering with any of your schedules."

Albedo instantly shook his head. "Oh, no. You're not interrupting anything, [Name]. In fact, I made the next 5 days clear of any work. You're free to come over, you know?"

"Mr. Albedo, Mr./Ms. [Name], are you two going to eat with me?"

How could the two fo you refuse?

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• After eating, Klee watched Albedo with some fun and safe experiments. All of the experiments had something to do with Dodoco. He also made her a little flower that he uses as an elevator. <3

• Time went by so fast that it was time to go. Even during fun times, your duty as a knight has more of a priority. After Albedo cleaned up, he accompanied you both back to Mondstadt.

• After reporting to Jean, she gave you very positive feedback. Albedo gave a quick peck on the cheek as a 'good job' gesture before leaving you to have some free time.

• In conclusion, babysitting Klee with Albedo was absolutely entertaining. She loved it, he loved it, you all loved it. Don't be surprised if Klee asks to be watched by you while you're available. :)

• Albedo had asked you if you and Aether could watch Klee for him, as he had some business to do outside of Mondstadt.

• Klee calls you guys "Knight couple" btw <3

• You really hoped that she didn't bury a bomb again like last time. Both of you did tbh.

• The two of you decided to take her to Good Hunter for now and have a meal before heading anywhere else. When it was time to pay, you and Aether were saying to eachother:

• "I'll pay, Aether. I don't mind." "Sweetheart, let me pay. I think it's my turn to." "Starlight, you said that every day from 5 days ago." "One of you pay already! Paimon's hungry!"

• Oh yeah, Paimon is there too obviously

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After spending a good five or so minutes of bickering, you let Aether pay. Again. Meanwhile, Klee was fiddling with something in her hand.

"What'cha making there Klee?" You asked her with an adoring smile. "You're very focused there."

Klee shook her head politely. "No! I can't tell you yet Mr./Ms. [Name]. It's going to be a surprise!"

Aether turned his head to the little elf with an intrigued expression. "A surprise? For who?"

"You'll see once I am done!" She cheered, "No peeking!"

After going outside Mondstadt's walls, the four of you decided to take a stroll to Windrise. As you were looking at the crystalflies, Klee came up to both you and Aether.

"Mr. Honorary Knight and Mr./Ms. [Name], I have a surprise for both of you! I worked really hard on it!"

~

• Klee gave you both little dodoco charms to remember her by! You could have sworn that you were melting from how adorable she was, despite sometimes turning things into hell. <3

• No doubt about it, you and Aether will treasure them :D

• The four of you had some fun activities to do before having to head back to Albedo. He was just cleaning up the last of his project.

• Klee was walking with a cute smile on her face as she was being guided by you and Aether.

• I think that during this time of babysitting Klee, the both of you felt like parents in a way. Even Paimon knew that from the very moment you agreed to help babysit Klee.

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a/n: Tbh this could've turned out better but I think that's okay. :) Right now, I'm just focusing on making a transition to high school.

Speaking of that, it may mean a lack of inactivity. I have NO IDEA if high school has more work than junior high, but I'm sure I'll be able to adapt to it. Hopefully--

Anyway, I hope this was smth fun to read! :))

[lettucedloophole]

i never considered sex also being a social construct, and when you pointed that out, (ESP W THE USE OF DWORKINS QUOTE OMFG) it literally blew my mind, including the fact we don’t know what a society looks like outside of patriarchy. i’m having some trouble tho w homosexuality as a social construct. did you mean that in a way where the term and idea of homosexuality is a social construct bc all love is the same, and shouldn’t be classified as such bc of the fact we think its “different”?

also totally unrelated to the specific topic but still on the basis of radical feminism, how do you keep pushing? lately i’ve been feeling like its so hopeless bc i hardly see any significant change happening in the western world, one of the biggest examples is like how u said everyone wants to defend the status quo, and that contributes to my feelings of “im only one person i cant change it all by myself in my community and inspire others to do the same so i should just give up”. i know i won’t really be able to go back to how blissfully ignorant i once was :’) and that’s probably what keeps me from leaving rad feminism bc there’s just so much truth in it and i know i’d rather me and every other human in the world be liberated than give in and live a life with even more misery but there’s still times where i have those thoughts of complying and it just sucks. i gave up my skincare routine (now its just cleanser and moisturizer & the occasional sunscreen if might be out in the sun), makeup, fashion marketed towards women, porn, FANFICTION 😭, crushing on men, dating men, and even being friends w men. i didn’t give up my libido but it disappeared on its own bc of everything i continue to learn. i realize how deep misogyny is in our society and culture and just want to isolate myself from everyone. I CANT RUN FROM IT NO MATGER WHAT THO……💔

for homosexuality as a social construct; kind of. if sex is a social construct (i.e., the categories of male & female don't exist outside of society), it follows that sexuality is as well-- especially because the social construct of women & man are packaged with expectations of submission (to man), pregnancy, confinement to the home, and domination (of women), all but the last trait for women. in patriarchal mythos the class of people defined as "women" are supposed to be heterosexual, and the same goes for men.

the only context which heterosexuality exists in is under patriarchy, so it's impossible to untangle from bioessentialistic complementarianism. similarly, homosexuality is also a construct of patriarchy, albeit a positive subversion / defiance of the heterosexual structure of relationships. but when sex is eventually abolished, and men + women no longer exist, current classifications of sexuality will disintegrate with them. instead of 'man attracted to woman' or 'women attracted to other women', we will just have people liking people, & relationships formerly regarded as homosexual will no longer suffer a stigma compared to heterosexual ones.

if we argue that people are just "born" as heterosexual or gay without investigating what in society makes hetero or homosexuality so appealing or alien & disturbing (the patriarchy), we concede that homosexuals are naturally unnatural (in that, so little of the world is bisexual or gay or asexual under patriarchy, and this is not because of patriarchy, but "nature". therefore, the order of patriarchy is made acceptable through naturalization.)

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ANYWAYS, onto your more important question... resisting mental domination, as bell hooks put it. unfortunately this is the hardest thing to answer as i myself haven't even gotten it down yet :') i relate to what you're saying so much, and a lot of other radfems do, so know that you're not alone even if it feels that way.

if i could talk to myself when i first Rad(fem)icalized, i would say... don't be too hard on yourself. we're all suffering from a lifetime of gendered socialization which basically amounts to self harm for women 💀 i went Ham with the radfem stuffs, giving up makeup & sexualized fashion & shaving, and it was relatively easy for me since i was already quite gnc & angry lol, but.

while i think it's good to give up much of that stuff, the world's not gonna explode if you struggle or give yourself some exceptions. don't let up on anything that gets in the way of your personal/political liberation, at least not for a long time, but. don't let people online jerk you around or make you feel like you're a bimbo for wearing makeup or whatever. some internet terfs can be reallyyy misogynistic if you adhere to gender roles or. don't hate trans people.

when you feel angry, don't turn it inward. it's something women & gender minorities do way too much. if you're not comfortable expressing it, though i think expressing it "unhealthily' (screaming at someone, breaking a plate) is better than pointing it at yourself, find a healthy and / or productive way to release it. we are trying to avoid this aspect of female socialization ↓

it's also mega important to remember that... it's easy to think men don't understand the patriarchy, but they do. the thing is, though, they don't give women grace for struggling with sexist socialization and use it as "proof" that women are actually inferior. women who are aware of the patriarchy but have no faith in other women do this as well. have faith in other women. have faith in trans people. have faith in gay & bi people. their liberation is tantamount to your own. and i don't mean individual gender minorities who are assholes... just don't let those assholes make you lose faith in these groups as a whole.

honestly i feel like there's a lot more i could say but idk, don't want to bury you in words lol. feel free to send more asks or message me if there's anything i can elaborate on or help you with! or even if you just need someone to talk to. much love, anon :') 🫶

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Tag game

Thank you @orionsangel86 for the tag!!!

Currently Reading:

I’m currently reading Worlds End from The Sandman. And as per usual, lots of fanfiction. Like probably an unhealthy amount of it

Favourite Colour:

Teal probably

Last Song:

Nirvana by Adam Lambert

Last Movie:

I think the last movie I saw was Dungeons and Dragons: Honor Among Theives, good movie, would see again

Sweet/Spicy/Savoury:

Probably sweet, but if I’m in the mood for it sometimes I prefer savoury. But most of the time I prefer sweet

Currently Working On: 

I have a lot of stuff I’m currently working on, but my focus is on 3 dreamling fics, two of which hopefully will be multi chapter fics, but it’ll probably be a while before I post them.

The first of them the concept is that Matthew becomes a raven a few hours earlier and makes the suggestion to Dream that he try using the internet to find his tools. Lucienne thinks this is an excellent idea and seconds this, after all, isn’t Dream friends with a certain immortal human? Dream agrees because he really doesn’t want to kill Gregory. And so he goes to Hob. And Hob has to explain the internet to Dream.

The second is an idea I had after I became aware of the existence of Calliope and Lucienne as a ship. Basically, Dream and Calliope are in a failing marriage but neither wants to be the one to suggest divorce. Calliope ends up falling fo Lucienne and Dream ends up falling for Hob and drama ensues because neither will cheat on the other, but they also refuse to communicate. Not sure if this explained the idea well, but I think it’ll turn out to be pretty funny with some angst that could have been easily avoided if they would just communicate.

The third is basically Hob trying to figure out how he can give Dream a hug without Dream having to admit he wants comfort. Basically Hob making a fool of himself in order to make it clear to Dream that yes it is in fact okay to ask for a hug. 

I’m also in the middle of trying to write an analysis of the song Everybody Wants to Rule the World in the context of dreamling because that song was supposed to be in the 1989 scene in The Sound of Her Wings, but they decided to use another song instead, I don’t remember which. But I think the song still fits them pretty well and so I wanted to analyze it.

Tag 5 mutuals you want to get to know: 

@ghostboyjules @aquilathefighter @galacticstingray @lighthouseshepard @virgo-dream

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Alas, I have not read Macbeth and therefor cannot judge or analyse you on your references. If I miss or misinterpret anything blame it on that. English classics are still difficult for me in terms of english, for the most part, so I tend to avoid them. Schiller, Büchner or Goethe references are very welcome though. /j

I love how everything, even before the last paragraph (the revelation) points to the fact that this is not the height of the plot, the story reaching it's climax of an organic development but a perfected, practiced tale being told to the audience.

"Once upon a time: all as it should be."

The very first line, fairy tale opening. This is the Actor introducing his audience to the tale. I really love how fond you seem to be of repetitions. How it is repeated again in the last paragraph, promising that nothing will change.

"Revenge is always predestined, a necessary heartbeat. If it is a good story, it must be fulfilled, because every good story is a promise kept, like ‘till death do us part’ or ‘I’ll protect you’."

Well, this is just foreshadowing to DAMIEN in the best way possible. Again, drilling in the fact that Celine is a character in this, by the Actor perfected, tale. Repeated actions over dozens of the same day all coming to a climax where she buries the axe in Marks chest. Revenge being fulfilled, planned, leading to Damien taking the leading role. As planned.

To me, it almost seems like sentences in italics are either thoughts planted by the Actor or direct comments of his (I'm obsessed with him, I can't help it).

Your use of stylistic devices is fantastic. The frequent use of anaphoras, parallelisms and repetitions combined with your fantastic use of metaphors? Perfection

Keeping this short as it is 00:29 here and I am tired.

Spoiler for anyone out there, we're talking about this fic of mine:

And now I'd like to shove all the thought-forming tools of my entire academic career into the answer /hj /lh

First of all, I swear I'm going to put a Woyzeck-quote in a piece of writing just for you :"D ✨

In this piece of writing, by the way, I didn't so much refer to the plot of Macbeth as use fragments of its more known speech because intertextuality is a wonderful thing:

Small allusions, I know, but first of all: they sound good ✨ On the other hand, the mental image of theatre evoked by these lines are to further build associations that are meant to suggest the reality-creating function of a story (which is an important point of the characters in WKM?, especially in relation to Actor and the DAMIEN-video).

The loop-mechanic, the act of continuous repetition, also evokes a sense of rehearsal, which can develop the classic rules of storytelling and the methods that can give a story its most powerful form. One might think, of course, that a self-regarding all-mighty story-creator like Actor would be aware of them and use them to the verge of obsession.

HOWEVER. Of course, there has to be a 'however' :"D

You point very well here to the self-reflexive nature of the text and, more importantly, the story, probably my favorite canon element of the Markiplier Cinematic Universe.

Because Actor may be aware of the elements that make up a good ol' perfect story, but on the one hand: fiction is not life, and on the other hand Mark as a writer (consciously or in his usual 'sounded cool' way) has very cleverly in DAMIEN subverted the audience's expectation and literally put a gun on the wall that didn't fire and said 'fuck Chekhov'.

Basically, he managed to take his Markiplier-promises to the level of storytelling meta-criticism. Brava.

So this fanfiction was trying to be a lyrical expression of that idea, as Celine, thinking like Actor, tries to adjust and win in this twisted world, because until the story is over, she can win. (The tragedy: the story will never be over.)

From that point of view, your point about the italicized sentences is absolutely correct, on some level Actor did indeed plant those ideas there, but they are more Celine's (otherwise correct-seeming) assumptions about Actor's strategies.

However, Celine's downfall in this situation is, ironically, that she is trying to play Actor's game, following in his footsteps, trying to make sense of his arcane, stupid story-beats, trying to use them to her (and Damien's) advantage. However, all this does is make us go round and round in circles and we just tire ourselves out.

Maybe, a solution (won't solve everything, though, some things can't be fixed, and that must be accepted): if you don't play by the rules, there is no play.

You can only break out of the loop. But look, it's cracking around the edges like ice anyway. Leave the gun on the wall. Here's an axe, more practical.

Fuck Chekhov.

But hey, that's just a theory, a dead author's theory! (Next time our lesson respectfully will be 'fuck Roland Barthes', just watch :"D)

Meo dear, thank you so much for your thoughts and for taking the time to reflect on my story and share your interpretations with me, it means a lot! :"3 💜

And, I haven't forgotten, I will definitely keep in mind your offer of beta-reading and German proofreading ;) ✨

[sammie86t]

Chapter 20

Chapter 20 of [Hogwarts Legacy Fanfiction] The Mirror

Words count: 4556

In the following days, the library became a place that Daria often visited whenever she had free time. Besides her regular classes, Daria proactively participated in lessons with students from lower years - classes that were not part of her curriculum - and learned alongside them as if she were part of those classes. However, rumors about the fifth-year student being attacked by a dragon or being bullied for being biracial quickly transformed her into just another student instead of being referred to as a fifth-year student as before.

Not only did she participate in classes, but Daria also became a familiar face as she was always the last one to leave the classroom. After each lesson, Daria would always ask the professors for additional time to clarify the topics she didn't understand during that day's class. Therefore, in the eyes of the professors, Daria naturally became an outstanding student who was always striving to improve her learning abilities.

Daria made every effort to complete the assignments given by her teachers as soon as possible. The image of her carrying a stack of books, swiftly moving from classrooms to the library, quickly became a familiar sight for students in the grand hall of the Phu Luc Library Tower.

Perhaps because they were accustomed to Daria's presence, some students started leaving a space for her in the library corner whenever she arrived. And if they happened to come across Daria dozing off, they would speak softly to avoid disturbing her awakening. It had become quite common to see Daria sitting in the library until late at night, even the librarian Scribner had noticed. But instead of chasing her away like other students, the elderly librarian intentionally ignored her presence, pretending not to know that she was there.

In addition to visiting the library, Daria is also very keen on going to the Clock Tower to participate in magical duels. Whether dueling alone or in pairs, Daria takes the competition seriously and applies all the knowledge she has learned to her training. Whenever there are duels with Daria's name on the announcement board, it always attracts a crowd of spectators. Partly out of curiosity to see how skilled she is, and partly because they want to witness dynamic and powerful magical battles.

Daria quickly became known as the one who would inherit Sebastian's title, so the dueling club saw a significant increase in registrations. Some wanted to personally compete against the new student and see if Daria lived up to the rumors. Others were drawn by Sebastian's reputation, hoping that one day they would have the opportunity to stand on the same field as him, gaining the attention and support of the Sun as Daria currently receives.

After that fateful day, the bullies became quiet and subdued, no one dared to act out except for secretly observing Daria from a distance. They later discovered that the wand they had broken belonged to Daria's mother, not Daria herself. They were filled with anger at their carelessness and the shame of having to flee from the person they were bullying. Now, seeing Daria growing stronger day by day, they all trembled with fear, afraid that they would be the next target of that fierce creature.

They surreptitiously watched every duel that Daria participated in, but they couldn't grasp how she would launch her attacks. Her techniques were powerful and unpredictable, capable of cornering opponents without giving them a chance to fight back. As Daria learned new tricks, her fighting style became even more difficult to anticipate. It felt as though she leaned towards being flexible and changing strategies rather than using a conventional approach. This made them even more worried and anxious.

Those who always lurked and hid in the shadows like them now feared when the lightning bolt would strike their heads. Anxiety and restlessness consumed the bullies, unable to focus on anyone else as all attention was drawn to Daria. Perhaps that's why they didn't realize that they were not the only ones lurking in the darkness, waiting for the right moment to strike a fatal blow.

Their passive approach, sitting and waiting in the shadows, made the bullies increasingly impatient and agitated. No matter how prestigious their backgrounds were, in the end, they were nothing more than puppets burdened with the responsibility to uphold the family name. If the lineage were to learn of the troubles they had caused, the harshest punishments from the school would seem more merciful than those within the family.

Under the pressures and constant fear, they came to a decision that, upon reflection, they would deeply regret. Instead of waiting for Daria to seek revenge, they would actively join the dueling club and personally challenge her to undermine her confidence. As long as there was still peace before the storm, they wouldn't allow Daria or the blind student who accompanied her on that day to find any respite.

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The first jujutsu shinobi by itsgiyutomioka

Anime » Boruto: Naruto Next Generations Rated: T, English, Adventure & Supernatural, Boruto U., Hinata U., Naruto U., 9-Tails/Kurama, Words: 797, Favs: 4, Follows: 3, Published: Oct 16, 2021

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This is my first fanfiction, It's a Boruto fanfiction where he has curse energy from jujutsu kaisen, I will change a lot of things and I will try to add some new arcs it's not as long as I intended it to be but I tried my best hope you all enjoy

"Boruto" -normal speech

'boruto' –thought

*Boruto*-mumbling/whisper

"Boruto"-bijuu speaking

'Boruto'- bijuu thinking

*Boruto*- bijuu mumbling

Chapter:1

The Birth

The Land of Fire one of the members of the five great nations accompanied by the Land of Wind, Land of Water, Land of Earth and lastly the Land of Lightning. The nations were at a constant war some were against each other while some were within their own the nations used a military unit called 'Shinobi' who used to fight in behalf for their nation. Each nation dedicated a city or as they called it a 'Hidden Village', the villages were not always on good terms with each other as they had wars in which countless lives were lost some were sons and daughters of their mothers and fathers some were parents while others were husband/wives and family members, but everything changed when one man threatened all of the nations they formed a alliance under the leadership of the five Kages the leaders of the hidden villages this commenced the start of the Fourth Great Shinobi War. Many people fought bravely but the one who was considered the Hero of the great was the son of Minato Namikaze the Yellow Flash also the fourth Hokage and Kushina Uzumaki the Red Hot-Blooded Habanero also the second Jinchuriki of Kyuubi No Kitsune and the godson of Jiriaya the Toad Sage and sannin his name is Naruto Uzumaki the most unpredictable ninja of Konoha, the third Jinchuriki of Kyuubi and the reincarnation of Asura.

5 years later-

In the village hidden in the Leaf a lot had changed, there were new buildings, shops, structures and so on. We could see a blond man walking to and fo in front of operation theater "Why the hell is it talking so long", the blond said. "Don't complain about this Naruto, Hinata is giving birth in there she can't rush this" so said a man with black hair tied in a spiky style, "I know Shikamaru but I just can't sit around while she is SCREAMMINGG" naruto said to shikamaru while being a bit overdramatic at the last part. As they were arguing they heard a baby's cry they froze at their spot.

A pink-haired woman came out holding a baby boy who had blond hair and two whisker marks on both of his cheeks, "Oi baka naruto be careful with him or I will break all your bones" said the pink haired with a smirk " Yes, Sakura-chan I will be careful with my baby boy" said a sparkled eyed Naruto. The baby opened his eyes to showed those bright blue colours which everyone present there look at it in aw, Sakura looking at the boy thought 'his eyes….they are beautiful' where else Shikamaru was thinking 'whoa..I am getting a hunch that he is going to be a way good looking then most of the people I know, well best of luck kid your gonna need it', *troublesome* he mumbled. Naruto if anyone else could see the smile on his face he or she would think he had won billions of ryos, but the happiness he is felling could not comprehend to some number of money. A few seconds later tears started to fell down his eyes, "Naruto, are you ok?" asked Sakura concerned for one of her dearest friends and former team member, wiping away his tears he answered "Oh, it's nothing I just became a bit emotional as when I was a kid I always wanted a family", hearing this Shikamaru and Sakura just smiled. Looking back at the pink-haired the blonde asked "How's Hinata" with concern in his eyes she replied with a smile "She is exhausted but alright", "So what are you going to name him" Shikamaru asked him catching his attention, Naruto replied "Boruto, Bouto Uzumaki".

3 hours later

Naruto was looking at sleeping Hinata with Boruto in his arms, "Your brat doesn't have chakra Naruto" the kyuubi said " I know Kurama, I'll ask grandpa toad about it" the blonde replied the fox replied with a hmm. "You are going to great things when you grow up, won't you Boruto" Naruto said while putting his and his son's forehead together.

To be continued….

The next chapter may come up next week and it will be longer than this one, hope to see you all soon.

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Le rose X the epic jeff the killer

by BubblePerson

So does anyone remember how in Forever Smiling Jeff stops and freezes once she confuses the protagonist/victim with "Rose"? No? Well I'll remember so you don't have to. Anyway this was 1 of the 2 only stories i could find that had Jeffrey interact with a Rose. The other one was a Wattpad novel lenght spanish fanfiction called "La Muerte Está Cerca", which i had no way of archiving or translating in a normal amount of time. Therefore i set that This... thing... is the canonical Rose and the reason why Jeff froze that day.

CW// bullying, assault, stalking, blood, abuse

Click below to read the original unedited story

rosealias pov

I was walking to school, I tried to convince my mom to home school me but she said no. I walked briskly to my school Ledgeveiw high. I am 16 and emo. I have a reason... That's when I saw those three. The bitches Mary,Sue, and Hope. I suddenly felt my stomach turn as I quickly backed away. Then Hope saw me.

 "Why looky here what have I found" said hope teasingly.

"An emo brat who needs to learn her place" responded Sue jumping off the car she was sitting on.

"S-SHUT THE FUCK UP" I screamed starting to cry.

"Aw did the baby lose her teddy" taunted Mary jumping off the roof of her car.

"This is pay back for existing" said hope punching me.

"Baby.." Said Mary joining in.

"s-st-stop" I stuttered trying to break free.

Jeffs pov

I saw her, well actualy I was following her. I saw those girls attack her. 'why do I feel so angry at those girls" I thought wanting to run up and kill them

"maybe you should kill yourself brat" said sue attacking her , oh how much I wanted to kill those girls. Then I stopped 'there attacking my target how fo I feel sorry for her" I thought confused I've never felt like this.

"Y-you ass holes " she screamed running off to school

'ill follow her' I thought using the small Magic slender gave me to look human... I followed her to school

rose pov 

Those three..... I had a bloody nose and my arm hurt like fucking hell... I secretly cursed them under my breath while picking up my stuff... A youngish boy around my age came up to me.

"need help" he asked politely  "sure"I said trying to be nice. "here" he said handing me some books , then a news paper fell out of his backpack. "Whats this" I asked eyeing the front cover. "oh that... It's a newspaper" he responded. "no I meen why do you have it" I said  "I am reading about the murders" he responded helping me up. "well we're gonna be late for school" I said dragging him behind me.

jeff pov

wow that girl is strong... I thought mesmerized by her strength .. WAIT JEFF YOU CANT FALL IN LOVE WITH THE VICTIM... I heard slender yell in my head.... But now I'm falling for thus girl.

"hey can you slow down" I said trying to stop her movement 

"not right now" she said running faster

"well can you at least let me stand up" I said

"oooo kaaaay" she sighed 

"now LAST ONE THERE IS A BROKEN KNIFE" I yelled

Jeffs pov

How am I a psychopathic murderer falling in love with a girl I just met. Last time this happened she hated me. I JUST WAS MAKING HER BEATIFUL . Now how much farther till school

  ~time skip brought to you by Cweepypasta making Creepypasta cuter everyday~

Roses pov 

"a broken knife you say" I said running ahead of the boy "I just realized something... I never asked your name" he said "oh my names Rosealia but you can call me Rose" I responded happily  "I'm Jeffrey but call me Jeffy" he said  "well hi Jeffy nice to meet you.... Oh and schools over we took to much time talking" I said "well see ya around" he said running "bye" I said

~time skip brought to you by Knives perfect for stabbing your enemies~

Its been a week and I haven't seen Jeffy at all.... What if he forgot about me... I took my knife out of the drawer and slowly dragged the blade across the skin of my arm. Putting it away I ran back to my room to take a nap.

jeffys pov

Slender took me back to the mansion . And guess who's waiting to annoy me.. The one the only Jane. She walked up to me holding out her knife.

"so you want to play that game huh"I asked pulling out my knife "where were you you freak" she said slowly walkng towards me. "I was out killing DUH Jane " I responded  "you were gone for a week" she snarled attacking me "so you do want to play" I said smiling , oh wait I'm always smiling as I blocked her attack "you bastard" she responded shoving me against a wall

[takeeachdayonebookatatime]

Caskett fanfiction

Staring the cast of Castle

Why did you elbow me? Part 7.

Kate: pov I was taking it easy to day by laying in bed reading and icing my back. Castle made a beautiful looking smeres omelet. It did not taste good at all. I wound up eating oatmeal with apples and cinnamon mixed in. It tasted amazing. I was only allowed out of bed to go to the bathroom. By lunch I was ⅓ of the way done with my book. Castle carried in a tray with a lovely soup and grilled cheese on the side. Afterwards, we ate and chatted. Castle went and got some writing done, he Came in the room to see how I was doing. Castle proceeded to snuggle in bed close to me. I could feel his warmth next to me. I laid my head on his chest and fell asleep for a bit. It looked like he did too. I heard him in the kitchen making dinner, Martha was out hanging out with an old friend and Alexis was staying the night with a friend. The stew was amazing. The way Castle cooked the vegetables is amazing. He really is a good cook. Once dinner was cleaned up and he helped me to the bathroom.

Castle: pov Kate went back to reading her book but out loud this time while I was writing. It helps with her speech, she was ⅔ of the way done with her book. I could hear an emotion in her voice as she is reading, it is so cute and sweet. I slip under the sheets and let the warmth pull me into a deep sleep. In the morning Kate is up and eating Cereal. Lanie is stopping by really quick to get Kate showered and changed.

Lanie: pov I put the towel down on the floor first so Kate does not slip again once Kate is in the shower and I have the water running. I grab some fruity shampoo that smells amazing and wash her hair. Then I get Kate changed into some clothes for the day she has speech therapy today. I say goodbye and head back to work.

Kate: pov Castle drives me to my last speech therapy class. We get in the elevator and head to the 5th floor and walk in the therapy room. Today we are working on my speech and how I can make it sound even better. 2 hours later, we stopped for food at a McDonald's Castle. has plans to take me to the park for a picnic lunch and to feed the birds. That Is so cute and romantic. He puts out the picnic blanket, Castle tells me how much he loves me and how much I mean to him. The ducks are so cute, especially the babies ones.

Castle: pov it took me forever to get Kate back home she was having so much fun at the park we took a nice stroll holding hands along the water it was so picturesque and beautiful. For dinner I'm going to make potato dumplings and pull apart meat. I just know Kate will love it. She even offers to help with the dumplings which makes for great bonding. Alexis should be home any minute Ashley's mom is dropping her off in a few minutes. It took 2 hours to make the meat and dumplings. Kate had flour on her face and clothes. I found the container of baby wipes and cleaned her face while the food was cooking. Martha had arrived home and Alexis suggested we play a card game while we waited for dinner. I changed Kate's clothes for her, so she would not be so dirty. Martha joined in on the card game. The food was awesome Kate said so herself. Tomorrow Kate was getting her neck brace off which was fantastic. All of us went to bed early at 7am. Lanie came over to give Kate a shower for the last time.

Lanie: pov I made it to the loft without any traffic. I asked Kate how she felt about getting the neck brace off and she said excited and nervous at the same time. Her speech was also so much better. I had a bagel with butter then left for work.

Kate: pov Castle had toasted some yummy looking bagels. I quickly drank a glass of orange juice before we had to leave. It was now 8am and Martha and Alexis had already left for the day. We made it to the dr's at 8:35. Five minutes early to my appointment. Castle checked me in and five minutes later my name was called. I walked back to the small exam room with Castle by my side. Dr Jerry wanted to take me for neck scans. He had me lay on this table that went into the machine that did the scans of my neck. I heard him say everything looks good. Back in the exam room, the Dr went over my scans with Castle. He then proceeded to take off my neck brace and cleared me for duty starting tomorrow. I just have to take it easy the first day back. I walked out of that Dr's office so happy we stopped for ice cream and olive garden because it was right next door to the ice cream place. I decided not to tell the guy's I was coming in tomorrow Lanie was the only one who knew about it all. I wanted it to be a surprise.

Castle: pov Kate has no idea the guy's know I told them. We are throwing Kate a surprise welcome back to work party. Now that me and Kate were full of bread and pasta we made our way home to the loft. Kate finished her book while I got some writing done. It turns out I'm ahead of schedule with my writing. For dinner I was keeping it healthy, chicken salad with vegetables on the side. Alexis helped Mother set the table where we chatted while we ate dinner. Kate helped clean up then took a nice bubble bath, something she had missed a lot. Kate and I went to bed early tomorrow is a big day for her.

Kate: pov I showered and had some cereal. As soon as we got to the station I could tell something was up and it turns out I was right. As soon as me and Castle got off the elevator it was very dark, Ryan, Esposito Lanie and some other officers shouted out surprise to me. The cake said congratulations on it. This has Castle written all over it. I know he planned this all out. The cake was great. I had a good first day back, I even enjoyed the paperwork which is odd because I hate paperwork. At 6 me and Castle went home. I convinced him to order takeout for dinner so pizza it was. We snuggled up and watched a movie together before me and Castle fell asleep, both of us managed to make it to the bed. To be continued……….