#toenail dust!

[nedakalanstar]

A reality show where Cirie has to live with Felicia for another 100 days.

[bangpuddingmuffin]

Dust Devil

I enjoyed this. The dimensional gimmick was a fun one, and while the encounters were a bit too ambushy for my taste, it was still good fun.

Playlist: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLMOeTsMoezKbT-eJgn3gHi8C6dNABht10

[bublp0pr]

I am yet again out of sync. Need to pull myself of out at some point. Eventually. Probably. The trouble with being unbalanced is you don't have a good foundation to rebalance yourself really and every second staying like this just makes the situation worse

[hyunsvngs]

kinktober !

kink: foot fetish

pairing: hwang hyunjin x fem!reader x yang jeongin

wc: 2.6k

foot fetish: a pronounced sexual interest in feet.

“It’s definitely not a weird thing, Jeongin,” Hyunjin pointed a finger at Jeongin, covered in Cheeto dust and a lot less declarative than he’d intended it to be. “Foot fetishes are common.”

“It is weird,” Jeongin mumbled, shifting on the end of Hyunjin’s bed. He blinked, before he shook his head decisively. “Okay, maybe not weird. It’s just not common. Do you even know anyone who has a foot fetish?”

You looked at Hyunjin. He looked at you, and then he nodded. “Me.”

Jeongin sprang up, looking between you and Hyunjin with confused, wide eyes. “Huh?! You- did you know?”

You giggled, flexing your toes in Jeongin’s face playfully. “That’s why I always keep my toenails painted.”

“I thought that was just a personal choice,” Jeongin responded, voice no louder than a whisper. He still looked astonished. You smiled. Wait. Your face fell, staring at Jeongin.

“You noticed?” You asked, tilting your head to the side. “You noticed I always paint my toenails. Have you been looking at my feet?”

Hyunjin snickered, and you elbowed him. Jeongin gasped, flying over the bed to stare you directly in the face. “I do not have a foot fetish, if that’s what you’re getting at.”

“Sounds like you do,” Hyunjin said, crisp particles flying across the bed. His dark hair was pulled back but he still moved to run a hand through it, before realising his fingers were indeed covered in the crisp dust and recoiling in disgust. He shook his head, pushing his glasses up his nose with his knuckles before staring straight at Jeongin. The younger had wiggled his way in between you both now, laying on his tummy with a defiant expression. “It’s fine if you do. I like to suck toes. I like to cum on them, even-”

“Stop!” Jeongin shrieked, thrashing on the bed. “Are you fucking with me? Are you two fucking with me right now?”

“We’re not fucking with you, Innie,” You cooed, running a hand through his hair. He moved into the touch yet still looked decidedly fuming. “All we’re saying is that if you wanna fuck me and suck on my toes, that’s fine.”

Jeongin moved back, sitting on his knees with another confused look in his eyes. “But you two are together.”

Hyunjin shrugged. He finally discarded the packet of crisps, wiping his hands with a baby wipe from his bedside table and turning to become more involved in the conversation. He knew it was getting serious. “We like threesomes, Innie. It’s been agreed upon before. If you wanna fuck my girlfriend and drool over her feet while I watch, I’m gonna get off on it.”

“It’s really fine, Innie,” You chirped, not missing the way he’d now focused on you. “We don’t have to do anything you aren’t comfortable with. Just know that kinks are meant to be explored, yeah? If you think you may be into it, we’re here.”

Jeongin inched closer to you, the confused expression replaced by fire blazing behind his eyes. “Well… how would you let me fuck you?”

“However you want, you can decide,” You responded automatically, and Hyunjin’s breath hitched in his throat. Jeongin licked his lips, eyes flickering to where your legs and feet were bare in your pyjama shorts. He looked to be debating something, before he surged forward, capturing your mouth with his own. Yeah, you had him. You had him right where you needed him.

Hyunjin always liked to watch. He had a thing for you fucking other people with him jerking off next to you, and not even a degrading way - if he watched someone else fuck you, he got to see your expressions raw and unfiltered without his own pleasure getting in the way. It got him off majorly, so you weren’t surprised to hear him gasp again at the sight of Jeongin’s tongue entering your mouth. It was filthy, Jeongin’s hands moving to tangle long, dexterous fingers in your hair and pull your head to where he wanted you. It was like you weren’t even kissing him. He was kissing you, taking full advantage of the pliant body you’d become. 

His lips were soft and demanding, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth. His grip in your hair was gentle but firm, keeping you in place as he worked you into a frenzy. You wanted more. No, you needed more. 

“Jeongin,” You huffed against his lips. He ignored you speaking his name, leaning down to suck marks into your throat. You sighed again, thrashing your legs around on the bed. “Jeongin. I’m wet, I need something.”

“You need to be patient,” He remarked, tongue laving over your skin. You let him push your t-shirt up, revealing your lack of bra underneath. He leaned down, sucking on one peaked, pebbled nipple. In your peripheral vision, you saw Hyunjin shove his hand into his joggers, a clenched fist starting to move erratically on his length beneath the fabric. He was always weak for your tits, especially when another man’s mouth was on them. 

Jeongin hummed, leaning back on his haunches. His erection was straining against the fabric, but he looked unbothered, save for the messy strands of hair hanging down over his fox-like eyes. He was considering something, and you squealed when he grabbed your hips and lifted them onto his lap, yanking your pyjama shorts down.

He grinned. “You are wet. Just from kissing?”

“She’s always the same,” Hyunjin grunted, finally pushing his joggers down. His length was long, curved and smooth against the trimmed pitch black hair at his base. He smirked when he saw you were looking and polished the head of his cock teasingly, forming a tight ring around the head to squeeze some of the precum out. “You wanna suck it, baby?”

“Yes-”

“She can’t, unfortunately. She needs to focus on this,” Jeongin commanded, and he slid two fingers into your hole, dripping and wet around his knuckles. You keened at the way they pushed against that delightful spongy spot inside you with little to no effort. He watched your face as you felt the pleasure start to build within you, quick and unadulterated, his thumb moving to graze over your clitoris and making you weak at the knees. You moaned, your hips pushing against his hand as your body shivered in pleasure. Jeongin chuckled, fingers curving up against your g-spot again. You whined, eyes hazy and half-lidded, your hands gripping the pillow beneath your head. “Oh, yeah. You like it when I touch that spot, don’t you?” 

“Mm, deeper, deeper! Please, please, Innie, please, deeper, hnnng,” You were babbling, slurring your words, and Hyunjin reached over to you with one hand. He slipped his thumb past your parted lips, letting you suck on it and swirl your tongue around the tip to muffle your noises. You felt like you couldn’t breathe, eyes brimming with tears, and all Jeongin was doing was repeatedly tapping against your g-spot. 

“If I go deeper, I’m gonna be in your fucking tummy, baby,” Jeongin chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. “Hyung, do you think you can hold her legs back? I might get a better angle like that.”

Hyunjin nodded, wholly unaffected by being commanded by his younger group member. He moved his hand from his cock and used it to push both of your legs up. You dutifully pulled them back with your hands, finally letting your fingernails sink out of the fabric. Jeongin moved forward with his hand, and - oh. He used the broad palm to grind into your clit, fingers curling incessantly against your g-spot. 

Your toes curled and you wailed, starting to attempt to hump Jeongin’s hand into oblivion. Hyunjin groaned, eyes fixated on your feet. “They are so fucking sexy.”

“Suck them, Hyunnie, suck them,” You gasped, and he nodded, leaning over you slightly to suck your toes into his mouth. It made him moan, eyes rolling back into his head and he shoved his hand back to his cock, hand forming a tight ring around the length once again. You talked a lot of shit about Hyunjin’s foot fetish, but you weren’t sure if anything could get you to the edge quite like him sucking your toes did. “Ah- ah, Innie, Jeongin, Jeongin, ‘s good, ‘s so good.”

Jeongin cooed at you, eyes soft. “Yeah? You like it when hyung sucks your toes, don’t you? Dirty. Will you cum for me? Cum for me, and I’ll fuck you and worship those feet like they’re meant to be. Sounds good?”

Hyunjin moaned at his words, jerking his cock faster. You were briefly worried he’d cum before he could fuck you when Jeongin’s done, but you knew your boyfriend - he would definitely fuck you again even if he’d cum all over his fist already. You let your fingernails sink into your own flesh this time, cutting into your thighs in the most blissful mixture of pain-pleasure. It took a particularly hard grind of Jeongin’s hand and you were falling apart, drenching his two fingers with your cum and letting a particularly loud whine fall from your mouth. 

Hyunjin grunted, and then he was pulling away from your toes, his eyes shut in bliss. You saw him grin at you, happy just to be present in that moment, and then Jeongin grabbed your chin. He turned you to face him with slick-covered fingers. He smiled at you, a goofy smile that you would only ever relate to Jeongin, and you could see the satisfaction in his eyes. He was checking in on you. You felt yourself blush, smiling timidly, your heart racing as his hand moved down to your neck. He held you there, your eyes locked in place, before he let you go.

“I’m gonna fuck you now,” Jeongin mumbled, his hands pushing his joggers down. The movement revealed a thick, veiny cock, shorter than Hyunjin’s but still extremely delicious. It would be a stretch, even after him fingering you. You needed to feel it. Hyunjin’s lips parted upon seeing Jeongin’s cock, his eyes glinting in delight. Jeongin noticed. “Ah, hyung, stop it. Don’t start this now.”

You giggled, still pulling your legs back but letting your feet kick in glee. Hyunjin was visibly trying to avoid looking at them. “I think he wants to kiss you, Innie.” 

Hyunjin nodded solemnly. “Always.”

“You can kiss me when I’m inside her,” Jeongin sighed, and he leaned forward. You watched in awe as he lifted his top up just enough to position his cock by your tight hole, and he sank into you, groaning underneath his breath when he bottomed out. “Ah, you’re so fucking wet.” 

You gasped, your body feeling as though it was set on fire with the sensation. Hyunjin's hands were gentle as they moved to roam your body, completely abandoning touching himself. You felt a wave of pleasure washing over you as you felt Jeongin's body move in and out, his cock stretching you beyond belief. You hoped you’d be stretched for him to take you again. He was just the right side of thick, bordering on too much but still so fucking good. 

Jeongin picked up the pace, his cockhead just brushing that overstimulated spot inside of you and making your clit throb in need. It made you whine, hips canting to grind back into Jeongin’s cock and chase more of the euphoria. Hyunjin huffed out a breath and moved up the bed towards you, and he pushed his cock between your lips. You moaned around Hyunjin’s girth, your tongue swirling around his cock and making him shudder. You’d never say no to sucking Hyunjin’s cock. It was as gorgeous as the rest of him.

He thrust into your mouth, his pace matching Jeongin's and the way he rutted into your pussy. You tried to keep your eyes focused, but it was hard - until you caught sight of Jeongin’s hand around Hyunjin’s jaw, pulling him in for a filthy kiss. All you could see was tongues and spit being swapped while Jeongin’s hips ploughed into you. It made you clench around Jeongin impossibly tighter, and your hands moved to Hyunjin’s hips, grabbing down firmly. The feeling made him groan, eyes moving to look at you. 

“She liked that,” Hyunjin smirked, seeing your eyes blown wide with lust above your mouth stretching around his cock. He moved his fist to your hair, pulling your head back and forth on his length.

“Mm, she’ll like this more,” Jeongin mused, turning back to you to run a long finger up the sole of your foot. His pace slowed to a halt, moving in a slow, filthy grind instead of the blistering pace he’d previously set. He gripped your ankle, a firm, bruising hold. “Are you gonna let me try? I’ve never tried, but god, your feet are fucking sexy.” 

Hyunjin pulled his cock out of your mouth, jerking it above your face to let you answer. “Y-Yeah,” You replied, voice hoarse. Jeongin chuckled, pressing a kiss to your ankle. “Yeah, you can suck them, just- just, I’ll cum, and don’t stop, and please, please, keep fucking me, and I-”

“Okay, okay,” Jeongin groaned, pushing Hyunjin back inside your mouth with one hand splayed across his ass. Hyunjin obliged, pressing his cock between your lips once more. “You’re just blabbering now. I’m not gonna stop fucking you if you cum quickly, silly baby. Ssh.”

Jeongin started slamming his hips into you again, his pace now deeper with the way he had one hand wrapped around your ankle. You whimpered around Hyunjin’s cock when Jeongin laved his tongue over your toes, and then he was moaning, sucking them into his mouth. It was so dirty, so taboo, so fucking sexy - you clenched around Jeongin’s cock and he threw his head back, your foot slipping from his mouth with the loud groan he let out. 

“You have to cum, baby,” Jeongin muttered, sucking your toes back into his mouth. Hyunjin’s grip tightened on your hair, and you tried not to smile at the little ‘ah, ah, ah’s falling from his mouth with every thrust. Your body was completely slack, jaw perpetually open for Hyunjin’s thrusts into your throat. Jeongin’s hips started to stutter in place, his noises muffled by your foot. He let your ankle fall again, unabashed blabbering falling from his lips. “Baby, baby, you gotta cum, I’m gonna cum, please cum-”

Hyunjin grunted, his hand holding your head towards the base of his cock, and with another thrust he was spilling down your throat. The sensation made you clench around Jeongin’s length, hips bucking up into him once more and you were cumming, the sensation making you whine and squirm even as you tried to swallow Hyunjin’s cum. 

Jeongin pulled out of your pussy as soon as you’d ridden your orgasm to completion around his shaft, and then he was yanking your leg straight. The burn in your calves was noticeable from being bent like a pretzel for so long, but you were distracted from it when Jeongin started to jerk off erratically, releasing stripes of warm cum from over his fist and coating your toes. He grunted and gritted his teeth through his orgasm, and you giggled, stretching your arms over your head in your sated state.

“Ah, shit,” Jeongin breathed, his hand dropping from his softening cock. He went to move to grab you some baby wipes and clean you up, but Hyunjin was grabbing your ankle before he could, tongue laving over your skin and licking up Jeongin’s cum. It made you whine, squirming on the sheets with a newfound arousal. 

Hyunjin blinked up at you, grinning at your movement. “Really? You wanna go again, baby?”

“I’ll leave you two to it,” Jeongin huffed, but before he could move, you were grabbing him by the wrists. “What?”

“You can’t go,” You insisted. Jeongin raised an eyebrow. “You haven’t even had a footjob from me yet, Innie.”

“A- a footjob?” He questioned. Hyunjin nodded, lips pursed. Jeongin sighed. “Okay, you two are insane. Like, actually bonafide insane.”

“You’re staying though, aren’t you?” Hyunjin asked, smiling.

Jeongin shrugged. “Yeah, obviously.”

[morningstarequestrian]

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[fluffle-writes]

hello! I loved the weirdcore au, such a cool idea, i wanted to ask, how do vil and rook clean their wings? taking a bath seems kinda risky, imagine the pain of getting soap on multiple eyes! Actually their self care routine as a whole makes me curious, does vil still wear makeup here? Or he just takes care of his hair?

Weirdcore AU Masterlist Here!

I AM AWAKE AND READY TO TALK MORE ABOUT MY AU :D

Vil and Rook's wings! They definitely need to work around the eyes, but they have third eyelids for each of their eyes - similar to crocodiles! This allows them to fly with them open to observe the ground beneath them - which can assist in hunting or searching for something. It can also mean that irritants are more difficult to get into their eyes - but there are still problems with using cleaning agents on their wings.

Generally though, they actually don't use soaps on their wings! A thorough enough job of preening with clean water washes away any accumulated dirt, blood, dust, or dead skin cells away well enough - and damaged feathers come loose quite easily to be pulled out during preening sessions. Not to mention, soaps can strip the wings of natural oils that protect their skin and feathers.

(Chances are, if you visit in the evenings, you may come across groups of Pomefiore students preening one-another's wings in little cliques - as it's a common bonding activity for individuals with feathered wings.)

As for the rest of their self care routines, it would really need to differ from person to person... I'll speak more in depth about how their features work as well as how they maintain their appearances under the cut.

Vil's flesh has an almost malleable feel to it - it's almost slime-like to the touch but without any residue left behind, while also having the texture of human skin. Looking at him closely enough reveals that his body is actually semi-transparent. He uses pigment sacs - similar to octopi - to imitate the appearance of galacies on his skin's surface, but he can just as easily manipulate light to alter his appearance as he wishes.

Because of this, his skin may be more fragile and need more gentle cleansers and a thorough moisturising routine - which Vil keeps on top of, of course. Additionally, although I was unable to include it in his sprite edit, Vil has near-invisible glass-like talons instead of fingernails and toenails which he keeps well maintained and filed sharp.

Vil's hair is odd in the sense that it's more like liquid than hair. It's quite viscous, but leaves no residue when touched like his skin, and anything that touches it can pass through with little difficulties aside from the viscosity. Touching it can leave a tingling (almost electric) sensation in the hands, and ingestion can spell death due to the toxicity of the oils and hormones Vil's body produces to ward off danger. It doesn't need cleaning as it maintains itself for the most part, but Vil often adds ground up gold and gemstones to colour it how he wants to.

His wings and tail, as mentioned above, are kept neat and tidy through preening sessions with Rook and, more recently, Epel. He has glands that secrete natural oils under his feathers, which can be spread across them to moisturise them properly and strengthen them.

(Fun fact - When Vil was a newborn, he looked more like an amoeba with six stubby little limbs (which later grew into his wings!) He learned how to maintain a much more structured body shape and control his pigment sacs like his father later on in life)

Rook's self care routines are more focused on his animalistic traits - polishing his horns and brushing through his fur any time it gets a bit too unruly. He also often applies moisturising oils to the palms of his hands, as they are similar to paw pads that foxes have and need more tlc to keep them soft and reduce irritation/itchiness.

Bathing habits of his are similar to Vil, vetoing the use of soap on his wings but still using them on the rest of his body. Due to his fur, though, Rook may have a hard time getting thoroughly dry after without help - although he often opts to shake himself off and flap his wings to create wind to help him dry faster. Because of this, bathing has to be an evening task for him - lest he end up with skin irritation from trapped moisture.

(Vil spent a god awful amount of time combing through Rook's fur and applying potions to his skin to prevent irritation when he first moved to Pomefiore - and since then Rook's always been manhandled a little bit if Vil suspects he's falling slightly behind on that area of self-care. He is NOT sitting with Rook in his lap for hours untangling that mess of a coat again - his shedding in the spring is bad enough!)

Epel needed a LOT of TLC when Vil first spotted him - his body, hair, and wings are all made of a marble-like material. Had he practiced self care often enough, Epel would have handled the cold climate in Harveston perfectly well. However, he would often insist that applying protective wax and oils to maintain smooth skin was unnecessary since he could handle the cold just fine without it.

This meant that, once he arrived at NRC, what would have been smooth and well cared for features was instead rough around the edges with damage done by the cold and the snow from years spent outside in that environment. Epel's self care routine is chock full of revitalising tinctures designed to help his skin regain it's strength and smoothness, as well as a special type of beeswax to protect him from any more damage - which is also applied to his horns.

As for cleaning, soap and water works well except for on his wings - which instead has a special cleanser Vil made with keratin-boosting properties to ensure that they're strengthened properly without interfering with Epel's ability to fly.

(Epel himself is a little miffed with all of the routines Vil made him keep up with after he joined Pomefiore, but will admit that he feels much better a lot of the time now that he's actually properly taking care of himself.)

[mirllop]

yall are crazy for simping over shigaraki

you just KNOW he doesn't change his underwear every day. once a week, max.

and you know he only showers when toga complains about the stench of 'emo gamer boy'

bro disintegrates his controllers when he loses a league match and doesn't clean up the dust

he's probs got Asmongold's Lair going on over there

his hair is crustier than his toenails, which he hasn't clipped since the doctor did it for him

[darkfrenchwitch]

i can tell its getting bad

when my toenails start to push

the edges of my shoes

when i embody myself

much like a vaccume

embodies dirt

and dust

and god knows what else

just pushing through

and sure, i can look

but i can't

see

sometimes it hurts too much

to smell the juniper

or feel the stirring in the wind

i can tell its gotten bad

when i can't look the mirror

in the eyes

when i've practiced staying gone

for so long

that it hurts coming home

[keikiri-kitten]

hawk eye pt. 2 𓆩 ♡ 𓆪 k.takami

warning: +18, teased smut, dark content, pervy!hawks, deception, assistant!reader, female reader, postwar!keigo, keigo has developed more bird like visuals and traits

word count: ~4k

His head fell back to the cushioned headboard as his eyes fell closed. Fucking great. Now he had to pull himself out of bed to become somewhat presentable for you. If it really were Tsukuyomi coming over to chum around, he would have stayed right where he was. When he exhaled, his phone toppled onto the duvet. A calloused hand, possessed by a severe quake reached for the bare skin of his collarbone. There was a hitch in his breath as unkempt talons climbed up the back of his neck. His vision was failing him as his excitement took over. There was nothing he wanted more than to see you. Staring at the ceiling with his pupils expanding and tightening, he just let his vision unfocus for a small while. Keigo stopped himself from letting his fingers reach for any sensitive spots along his neck thet he thought of you touching– again. A weak smile pulled at the corners of his lips. It instantly fell. Keigo’s back arched to adjust his position in his bed, letting out a quiet sigh, his bottom lip was clamped between his teeth. His body dropped back to the mattress and released a restless swear.

“Fuck—“

Channeling into the feather he sent along with you the night before, you were a good thirty minutes away from the barren petnhouse. The bird could admit that he wasn’t tired. The idea of getting out of bed just wasn’t on his mind. He’d been working on a placebo effect: the longer he stays between his covers, maybe you’d fuck him in them sooner than later.

A pair of feet soon met the gray, shaggy carpet. He knew it made no sense to lay in bed if he was supposed to look somewhat presentable. They shuffled him to the bathroom to turn on the shower to the hottest temperature he could handle. Safe to say from the ankle up wasn’t the only part of him that looked absolutely ragged. His toenails were horribly discolored, darkened to match his fingernails. A hawks talons are near black in color and curved in to help them perch. If it weren’t for him having human feet, the hero could perch like a normal bird if he tried. As he walked from carpet to tile, he made the conscious decision to wear socks by the time of your arrival.

There he stood; in front of the shower with his heart in his throat and a tightening in his chest. The lights of the bathroom were off. He couldn’t even bother to turn a single light on. It almost pained him to realize you were on your way and only getting closer to his door the more time went on. His eyes shut once again while he tore his clothes. His feathers sliced through the same dirty shirt and tattered sweats he wore for three days in a row. He would just have to buy some more.

He wasted no time before his lower back was stinging with scalding hot water.

To the hero it was therapeutic. The heat made him release a moan, humming out as his hand suddenly smacked against the marble of his shower wall to keep himself steady. Swinging a free hand into the hot stream, he collected a dusting of droplets before running his fingers through his hair. He hated it. The silence of being in this penthouse all by himself upset him…angered him even. He wanted you there to shower with him, tend to his healing scars and kiss his growing wings. If he could have you without needing you, it’d save his mind. He’s convinced himself the mental health days were because of you and to hell with the after effects of the war.

With his eyes still shut, he used his strengthening escapism methods to shower with you. It was a mental attack with a double edged sword. With his eyes closing a bit tighter, you were suddenly there behind him. With you in mind, he felt a little bit safer from his deteriorating sense of self. It was vivid like every other vision he had of you. Your hands carefully swept up and down his back as he felt your plush kisses between his wings. Your hands slid from his back to his lower abdomen, rising up and paying attention to every divet of muscle on his torso. His lips parted as he breathed in steam, feeling your hands run down his sides to the front of his hips.

His lips parted before he suddenly choked up a tearless sob, “Why are you doing this to me?” he quizzed. His head hung low as his nails tried to cling into the shower wall.

“You need a shower,” the chuckle you sent him before pressing another kiss between his growing wings made him release a single breath of a laugh. “Never knew you to be someone who hates showers. Do I have to make you need one?” You were swift, taking his moderately soft cock in your hold.

The hero cried out at the unexpected touch, body jerking. “N-No. Mm mm.” he’d never turn down the opportunity to be touched by you. Though if he gave in, he would lose track of time. Keigo tilted his head to the side, eyes still closed. You were still there, but Keigo decided that you being behind him wasn’t enough. Your body swung to stand firm in front of him. The hot water ran through your hair, trickling down your face as you both stared each other in the eyes. He paid attention only to your smile and not your bare skin under the stream. He would have to apologize for the goosebumps on your skin from the contrast of having a cold home and hot water. He would have only eyed down your curves and nothing more.

Keigo felt electricity run through his body when he felt the palm of your hand caress his cheek. His gasp was choked out, trying to catch his breath. His gaze was sheepish. The feeling of your hand caused him to flicker his eyes between you and the shower wall. The hero’s head went lazy while he felt your face attempt to get his lips to line up to yours. Your nose nudged at his jaw before the tip of your nose grazed his. “Look at me,” you cooed against his lips. “You can at least kiss me, birdie.” teasing him, your lips brushed against his. He couldn’t allow you to kiss him. His mind didn’t know what that felt. “I’m sorry for making you uncomfortable, okay?” There was an anxious turn of his stomach as he thought he lost the way he just had you. Typically when you spoke like that he would lose your image. He tried hard for a moment, free hand balling up in hopes you stay.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t.” he muttered.

His wings perked up a bit as he felt a warm pair of hands again. This time, they danced on the front of his chest. “Open your eyes, Keigo.”

Your voice was almost too natural in his head. The rise and fall of his chest increased, deepening as his pupils enlarged under closed lids. No. He couldn’t do that. If he did that, he’d face reality and he couldn’t do that. You were already getting blurry in his vision. His nose scrunched and his brows stitched together in frustration. Keigo’s lips parted as he released a shaky breath purely vexxed. He couldn’t do that when he liked you the way he did. His head shook slightly. It fell to try and feel for you and sniff you out. His overactive senses couldn’t give up on him now because his safe haven is becoming a sudden danger zone. “I’m not a fucking idiot. You’ll leave me if I do that. I don’t want you to leave me.”

He heard the softness of your laugh. This wasn’t funny to him and it felt as though you wanted to turn down the offer of showering with him because he turned you down.

“You can touch me if that’s what you’re missin’, Tweety.”

It was as if your hands were really on his skin; your palms were imagined on his cheeks before feeling your lips on his. “That’s not what I want if that is not what you really want–”

“Oh I really want that.” His eyes were pleading with you and running all over your face. His lips were quivering– literally.

The bird blushed at your laugh. “I want you to open your eyes because you don’t have that much time. You can always tell me this in person.” As golden lashes batted open, there was a moment where his hope immediately diminished. You weren’t really in the shower like he hoped you would be.

However, his wings puffed under the burning water once he sensed a change in the atmosphere.

The hero perked up immediately as he heard his security system disarm. His back straightened with his eyes enlarged from the sudden sound. Unearthly, sylphlike fingers wrapped around the glass door of his shower slowly to pull it back. He spotted his sickly image within the mirror of the dark bathroom. Seeing himself like this made him wish he didn’t have a window to pour pale white, snowy daylight onto his horrid looking body. He paid his body no mind once he spotted the fluffy off white robe to yank it over his damp body. With warm, wet feet, he stepped from the shower and onto the drying mat. The small red tracker found its way back to Keigo’s wing with a sting as it was sucked back into the collective. Absentminded feather control was something that he should really be worried about. That, and turning his shower off.

There was an eeriness that he carried as he dragged himself along the carpeted floors of his place. He sleuthed for you, picking up on the sound of plastic bags and ruffling fabric. The atmosphere became more daunting for him while trying to pick up on your presence, turning the corner from his bathroom and into the kitchen. Scarred, mangled hands pulled at his robe to cover his body as he finally laid eyes on you. Standing in silence, the traumatised man had a hard time trying to catch his breath. Keigo’s eyes followed your figure. He spotted your coat on one of the island stools while you were trying to fix the temperature. Golden irises watched all over your body. They watched you stand by the counter to remove the hero’s food from the bags and into plain sight. He was no better than some predatory monster and he could acknowledge that. There was no small talk in his head. Just the sight of ripping your dress apart and ravaging your body on the kitchen counter… or maybe the wall… possibly the floor. They were all good options to him.

“I–” While his body snapped the direction of your voice, he picked up on the blood-curdling scream that you wanted to rip from your throat. If he could have dug his hand in your vocal chords and ripped it out himself he would have. However, Keigo could appreciate the silence you gave him instead. He spotted your body jump back at the sight of him. He said nothing as you collected yourself with a hand on your chest. “I thought you were in the shower… your water is still running.” Goosebumps on his skin rose as he heard your sigh.

“You thought I’d let someone get away with breaking into my home?” If he didn’t fake a smile now, he would have appeared like a man possessed. The corners of his lips pulled into a gentle smile before he released a weak chuckle. “Didn’t know you thought I was that far gone.”

“If I’m the only one with the passcode, is it really breaking in?” Shaking your head, you paid his joking tone and snicker no mind as you took a few steps in his direction. His eyes grew wider, pupils chasing you with a sudden fear. He stood frozen in the darkness of his hallway with his hands gripping his figure tighter. His smile fell suddenly while he watched your face contort in discomfort. “Are you alright?” Your voice laced through one of his ears and out of the other. Keigo could spot your eyes chasing all over his body. His unruly nails, wild eyes and dishevled robe. The sound of your question washed over his wings and caused each feather to quake. Enamored with you would be an understatement. He could spot the hand you pulled from your side to try and caress his shoulder, but he was quick to swaddle your jaw within his fingers. It wasn’t the most ideal place to grab as a gentle warning to not touch him. Your body was stunned under his hold. While the pads of his fingers were soft, the burnt, scratched scars of his palms grazed against your jaw. There was a moment of silence as you were being studied. His eyes quivered. He could have shed a tear at that moment. He could tell you thought his look was distasteful. He also thought you were a coward for not telling him. The grisly hand fell from your face nervously.

“Yeah,” he started, narrowing his eyes and breathing. “Yeah— why?”

“I never really got a good look at you since you took your hiatus. I don’t want to say you look like you've been through it but your appearance is rough.” There it was.

Keigo was unamused with your dig at him but he wanted it. He wanted to hear you degrade him in hopes of being turned off. The ache didn’t fade. Scoffing, he slipped past you and shuffled to the refrigerator, pulling out a glass bottle of coffee for the both of you. Your eyes followed him, running up and down his damp figure while trying to figure out what the silence was for. Usually he would quip back with something to make you laugh. Turning to face you directly, the bottle meant for you met his island counter with a clink. You detested the dry smile he wore. “You weren’t cushy enough watching me burn from the comfort of your couch you had to add insult to injury?”

“Mr. Takami,”

“Were you only hoping I didn’t die so you could still get paid?”

Of course no one wants to tell their boss they look raggedy, but hard truths come from soft hearts. You got closer to him once more. Maybe there was a way to soften the blow by closing the space between you two. Apologetic without actually saying it. “Mr. Takami, I appreciate all you do for me. I’m saying I dont think all of this was from Dabi.” How dare he even think such a thing. Hawks was a phenomenal hero and a more wonderful boss.

Keigo knew how much his physical appearance had to be upheld but he couldn’t control what was happening to him. He continued to take full offense, “Yeah? That’s how you meant it?” There was aggression laced in his whisper that was completely unlike him. He barely gave you time to finish while his golden eyes bored into yours. The hero was clearly agitated by this point. His eyes hooded as he took the chance to take a step closer to you. He could inhale the sweet scent of your perfume. The bird never lost his courteous smile even when gripping the bottle tighter in his hands. Red wings lifted behind him; he was in full defense mode.

“Yes!” You could spot his eyes pinning as they scoped your entire face. This was what he wanted to avoid. The conversations that led to potentially hurt feelings. If he could have skipped to the good part he would be there already. “If you got your head out of your ass and let me speak, I would have offered to stop by and check up on you more often so we can both track your progress because I know it must be hard trying to get better by yourself.” There was that fire he loved so much.

“Well then you tell me what you think it’s from.” His eyes fell from you. Mentally, he scolded himself for getting cross with you. “You tell me what you think it’s from and I will take your offer.”

Now that’s a request that made your face hot. You’ve been studying him and his quirk for some time now. There was only one explanation that came from him looking the way he did. Spring was still months away, but your answer was the only logical one.

“Mr. Takami, I think you know better than I do. How can an outsider with no quirk like yours understand you?”

“It’s worth a shot,” he egged on, walking closer to you. “What’s the harm in guessing? You being wrong?”

“Sir, your inquiries about your body are something you should take up with your doctor. Not me.”

You respectfully put him in his place but of course that wasn’t a good enough answer for him. Watching you spin away from him to attempt to make an exit alerted him. He scooped behind you, wrapping an arm around your waist and placing his face in the groove of your neck. “No, no, answer me. You said it yourself that day in my office. No one knows me better than you. Take a guess.” He took a tight squeeze from your waist. You could take a whiff of his sweet, woody smell lingering off of his body just as you were thinking about your answer. “Don’t lie to me either.”

His touch ran a shiver down your spine. He never was this comfortable with you. “Your rut could be irregular.” It pained you to say it. Your emotions were flat on your face and you were already over his antics. “ It’s not uncommon. You’re not even 25 yet, so your body could still be developing.”

No. Absolutely not. There’s no way his rut was early. This is not a rut. He doesn’t know what is happening to him but it sure as hell isn’t that. There was no time where he was going through a rut where it was this intense. Besides, he always knew when he was in rut because he could never be alone. He wasn’t always having sex during his ruts but the help he had was genuine supervision. At the moment, he thought he was doing alright.. Other than wanting to absolutely ravage you. His body went still as he thought about all the reasons why you were wrong before pulling away. “It was a good guess…” clearing his throat, he muttered a quick and meaningless apology for gripping you.

“If you’d like, I always phone Tsukuyomi? I’m sure with the whole bird head thing going on he could have ruts too.”

“No. I don’t want him here.” Keigo’s response was snappy and harsh. “There’s nothing he can do for me.”

“Sir, I don’t think you should be alone right now,” you suggested. “You’ve changed drastically since I last saw you. Anything could happen.” Keigo actually pouted hearing you say that. There was nothing he could say that would be well thought out. He remained silent. As he backed away from you, the bottle in his hand met the island counter. Your eyes followed him as he took a couple of steps from you. What was he doing? Overly aggressive, passive aggressive. He wasn’t even giving you this much trouble over the phone. He was shocked you were still in his home. He was mentally cursing himself.

“What plans did you have where you couldn’t go to work?” His tone softened. Red wings jolted slightly before they dropped closer to the ground. Dammit. You knew you couldn’t lie to him. He knew you couldn’t lie to him. “You look more beautiful than you do in the office, I’m assuming something’s up?”

“Well when you start dressing for yourself instead of your job, you put more care into your appearance.”

“That’s bullshit. You look good everyday. You don’t dress for that agency. The rest of them look like they really do work there,” he scoffed. “Two questions then: who do you dress for when you come in and who did you dress for today?”

“I don’t think you pay me enough to be that curious.”

Keigo’s eyes flashed towards you quickly. “I’m asking because if you have other plans, you can leave.”

Your eyes squinted in curiosity, “and if I don’t?”

“If you claim I can’t be alone, it’s you I want here.”

[scriptstructure]

No idea if you're on here any more but I have been having a massive problem in my stories for years now. My stories come off as summaries rather than an actual story as there's barely any meat on them and I completely blank out on adding details and they take way too much time. I have a story (among others) I started back in 2015 that is 11k words but there's like enough content in there for 60k words.

I think that this is a fairly common issue for writers. In so many other fields of our lives, we're always pushed for conciseness, simplicity--there just isn't room or allowance for elaboration.

In fiction, we do often want some level of description, and elaboration. What one of my lecturers liked to call "fondling the details". It gives that sense of depth and tactility that can make a piece of writing really evocative.

There are a few different places where the 'meat' of a story can come from, and it is going to depend on what you're attempting to do with the story, for instance if you're going for a Hemingway style or sparse, crisp prose, then you'll want to focus on finding the sharpest and most telling details to use. Whereas if you want to write something lush and purple, you'll probably want to linger over sensation and emotion. Genres like SciFi or some kinds of Disaster, Crime, or Mystery might get a lot of mileage from well placed technical information, the exact specs of different kinds of spaceships and what they tell us about the universe, or the step by step process that an investigator uses to decant the particular clues they need to solve a mystery.

The other thing is that a lot of writers struggle with description; how do you come up with descriptive elements, and how do you deploy them in ways that flow with the story, and give us tangible, useful, and evocative elements that enhance the base nuts and bolts of the story that you're telling?

Exercise:

It can be helpful to do some exercises in practicing description. One that I found helpful when I was studying, was intended to help us practice describing things without 'just saying' or telling the information, so that the reader has to linger on and understand the details to grasp the image that you're using.

You can practice with the following things:

The main image: this is the central thing that this description is elaborating on

Sensory element: a colour, taste, smell, sound, tactile element

A mood: is this description evoking unease, joy, romance, mystery, etc

You can, of course, use random generators or whatever to give yourself something to work with, or you can choose the elements you want to use, whatever is most helpful to you.

Process:

Describe the main image, in such a way that the reader can infer the sensory element, and that the mood is evoked without directly telling the reader about elements 2 and 3.

Example:

I did this exercise in class, and later used this in a story.

These are the components that I was given:

The Moon

The colour yellow

Creepy

My Descriptive sentence: The moon was as ragged as a toenail.

Obviously this is very short, but I think that it is a decent example of how you can make evocative writing by approaching description a little bit obliquely.

I think this is an improvement over, for example:

The moon was yellow and a bit creepy.

But how does this make a significant amount of description? That's still a fairly short sentence. But the trick is to do it multiple times, to build up a whole scene, note by note.

The moon was as ragged as a toenail, the stars were like shards of glass embedded in a bruise. The road runs dead straight through fields of dust.

See, now isn't that a nice way to get into an evil roadtrip story?

What Else Though?

If you've written out your story with enough content for 60k words, and it's only come to 11k, then think of it this way: You've just written an extremely thorough outline. Great work!

Go through your 11k and take note: what are the important images that crop up throughout the story? What themes emerge from the text? Do various sections have different moods or tones? Have you established and described settings, people, things?

Often, when people under-write, they tend to be avoiding or ignoring describing certain elements.

I have a writer friend who can spend pages describing the tone of a character's voice, or the way they move, but has to be (lovingly) prompted to describe where all this great interpersonal drama is actually taking place. Once she's reminded that it would probably be nice to know that these guys aren't standing in a featureless void, her descriptions are fantastic. But they're always a second-draft element for her, because she doesn't primarily think about setting and place when she's writing her character-based stories.

Likewise, I have another friend who can write fantastic technical descriptions of space ships, and the processes of landing a ship on an exoplanet during an on-world civil war, and how to escape the space navy with contraband on your ship. But needs to be reminded that if he wants us to know what his characters are doing, thinking, feeling, then he has to include that information in the text. Often the difficulty seems to be that he feels that when he's writing character action it is 'too obvious', so he cuts it out, which then means that there's a whole lot of context that we just don't get when he shares his work. Lo and behold, when he puts that stuff back in, suddenly all the sci-fi space action gets even more interesting because now there's characters to be invested in!

Another thing that can happen is a Thing happens in the story, but instead of writing an engaging description of this episode, it gets summarised, which does two things: tells the reader that something really cool happened, and then says TOO BAD BUDDY we're not actually going to go see that. An example of this really floored me when I reread The Ill-Made Mute by Cecilia Dart-Thornton for the first time since I was twelve: there's a dangerous expedition to retrieve a treasure hoard, boating up a river and then travelling through forest to reach a secret, enchanted cave full of gold...which we briefly hear about second-hand because the protagonist has elected to stay at home and let her friends go and get the treasure. When I tell you, I nearly threw the book across the room...

Are there elements of the story that you have a habit of avoiding, or that you don't tend to notice that you're skipping over? Or are there things that you feel embarrassed or annoyed about when you think about writing them?

It can be difficult to start including elements that we've become accustomed to skipping over, even if it ultimately weakens our work, and there's no easy or quick way around fixing that. All that will help is practicing the things that you've not yet mastered. Be aware of the gaps in your writing, and deliberately set out to fill them.

And the how of this, is to practice.

If you struggle with setting description, then practice only describing settings.

If you struggle with character description, then pracice only describing characters.

If you struggle with mood, then practice writing the same scene multiple ways, changing only the mood.

And so on.

Consider what your process is that leads you to avoiding description.

Do you think 'this is obvious, I don't need to explain'?

Do you think 'no-one cares about these details, just skip it'?

Do you think 'it's cringe to put so much effort into this'?

What are the thought processes that stop you from expanding your prose?

Quite often, what we think of as 'obvious' is really just our own personal understanding of things gained through our own personal experiences. If you think 'this is obvious' counter with 'I am writing a specific moment'

Does no-one care about the details? How do you know? Have they told you that? That seems pretty rude, actually. If the details are relevant to the story, then include them. And if anyone complains, tell them to take a hike.

Hey kids, there's nothing 'cringe' about creating art, no matter how sincere and unironic it is.

Adding Details Takes Too Much Time

The time will pass anyway, and you'll still only have 11k words.

When you're doing something that is difficult for you, it takes longer than doing something you're already good at. It also FEELS like way longer than it actually takes.

So what are some strategies to make adding descriptive elements less of a slog?

I would suggest a systematic approach: you, very helpfully, have an 11k outline of your story.

Take this 11k words, and go through it, making a list or notation for yourself every time you find:

A character who hasn't been described

A setting that hasn't been described

A scene without mood

A scene that 'feels' too short

An action sequence that is summarised

A conversation that is summarised

And go through and figure out how you would describe your settings and characters, what kind of mood you want to evoke in each scene, what scenes you could linger on and build up for effect, what action sequences can be elaborated on, and what conversations can be played out on the page.

Now, of course, not EVERY instance is going to require a full description of the room the characters are in, or a blow-by-blow action sequence, or a word-for-word conversation from start to end, or character descriptions a la My Immortal.

But if you pick the most impactful moments for longer pieces of description, then in other parts of the story, you can use shorter, more piquant snippets of description to really bring scenes to life.

Another thing that can be helpful, is to work out what the key images and things are in a story that you're working on, and to do some descriptive passages about them ahead of time.

If you know your characters are going to spend a lot of time in a certain garden, then draw a map of the garden, figure out what kinds of plants are growing there, who owns the garden, who works on its upkeep--is it a flower garden? Or is it a kitchen garden? The more details you know ahead of time, the easier it is to slip them in while you're writing. Work out what the sensory experience of the garden is, so that at any given moment, you've got a bunch of details to choose from.

Another Exercise:

We'll call this one 'cascading description'. Essentially, find something or someone that you want to describe, or pick a random setting or character out of a hat, and then for this one thing:

Write a ten word description

Write a one hundred word description

Write a two hundred and fifty word description

Write a five hundred word description

Remember your sensory elements: Taste, Sound, Smell, Sight, Touch, and also remember the Mood that you want to evoke. You can use metaphor, simile, you can just tell us exactly what we're meant to be imagining.

For this, it is helpful to try to describe the same thing multiple times, so that you can practice different densities of description. Take a character, and evoke them with a ten-word sketch, then build up and dig into who they are, and who they're going to be to the reader.

This is specifically useful, because at various points in your story, you will probably want to describe the same thing multiple times, but you don't want to go all-in on a huge description every time they appear, but you also want a bit more meat on those bones if they're important to the story!

The longer description might be how you bring them into the story, and then the shorter ones at later key points to remind us of the salient details, OR, you might start with the short sketchy description, and then elaborate as the thing becomes more important to the story. It depends what you're trying to achieve!

Well now, this is getting pretty long, and hopefully I've given you some helpful directions to go in.

Description and detail is a tricky one, because every story needs something different.

But it is a skill that can be developed with time and work!

So I hope this is helpful, and feel free to ask if there's anything here that needs clarification!

-Mason

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Psst, if you'd like to see how I personally use description in my writing, my novelette Earworm is currently (July 2024) discounted for the Smashwords Summer/ Winter Sale, so it's a great time to pick it up if you'd like to! [LINK]

[shybunnie20]

Eddie Munson Headcanons Pt 4

★My Masterlist

It's been a year since my last list sooo here's more. A few are a bit similar to older ones, but I like these better lol

[Pt 1] [Pt 2] [Pt 3]

Eddie takes great pride in being able to belch the ABCs forward and backward. He can’t do it consecutively, though. I mean, he could, but it makes his tummy hurt.

Don’t ask him about doing cartwheels. He’s never been able to do a proper one, and he doesn’t wanna talk about it.

If his pack of cigs is getting low, he’ll steal a couple from Wayne’s. When his uncle starts to catch on and questions his disappearing smokes, Eddie gaslights the shit out of him.

He takes the rules of calling shotgun to heart.

Eddie is a total adrenaline junkie and thrill seeker, but not toward things that would get him in major trouble. He isn’t intimidated by any roller coaster, no matter the size. He will ride it again even if he hurls; it doesn’t deter him in the slightest.

He has a small mole on his right side and another under his peck.

After brushing his teeth and rinsing his toothbrush, he always taps it against the rim of the sink 3 times.

As a kid, Eddie was a habitual lip licker. Petroleum jelly just wasn’t something that could be found in the trailer. Up until he reached his preteen years, he had a rash around his mouth during the colder months each year.

Double jointed in his left thumb and enjoys freaking out squeamish people with it.

Ambidextrous when it comes to writing and slapping the ham, but he’s predominantly right handed otherwise.

This isn’t news to those who read my writing: Eddie is a nail biter. Unfortunately, he bites his toenails too. Only after showering, of course. It’s not his fault he can’t keep track of the nail clipper.

He can also often be seen gnawing on a toothpick; something he picked up from living with Wayne.

Eddie is more of a cat person, but he likes dogs too. Bigger dogs, preferably. Regardless of the species, he’s a chin and butt scratcher. He loves whenever he finds the right spot on a dog that makes it thump its leg.

If anything spooks this man to his core, it’s dolls. ESPECIALLY My Buddy & Kid Sister (google it, you'll understand). Anytime the commercial comes on, he closes his eyes and waits until the next ad starts.

Not necessarily much of a prankster, but crop dusting his buddies never gets old.

Prefers rock paper scissors to flipping a coin, and he’ll only call best out of three when he’s losing.

Honks like a goose whenever he blows his nose.

If there’s furniture to stub his toes on, said toes will be stubbed… hard.

Slightly allergic to cinnamon, it makes his throat itchy.

Eddie believes that crunchy peanut butter is superior to creamy. His PB&Js are 80% jelly. He licks the knife clean before switching between jars.

[Pt 1] [Pt 2] [Pt 3]

★My Masterlist

[nenelonomh]

how to reset on the weekend? I love your blog btw 💕💕

hey love,,

thanks for the compliment, and i appreciate the ask!

i know some people do huge weekly resets over the weekend, but it's just not my thing. i feel like my life is too constant for that,, i always have a go-go-go routine. for example this weekend, (though perhaps emphasized by mothers day) i spent saturday training and smashing out homework and sunday was spent working and with a family focus.

it may sound negative, this constant, but i always make sure to take time for my self. it just doesn't have to be on the weekend.

i try to include little resets throughout the week, because weekend resets don't work for me. a reminder here that what works for other people may not work for you. for example, i have a little chores list of activities to 'reset' throughout the week.

sunday, trim eyebrows, paint toenails, facemask wednesday, change pillowcases, shave, wash hair friday, vacuum wardrobe, quick dust, unpack school bag for the week saturday, change sheets and pillowcases, vacuum room, shave, wash hair

i make sure to put more chores on days that i have more time. by just doing a little bit each day, i am able to maintain freshness and save myself from feeling overwhelmed.

i hope this helps a little, even if it's not what you were looking for.

❤️ joanne

[catsbirdsfly]

since there's a few days left until 2024 it's the perfect time for a restart leading up to 2024! here's some things you can do during these last days of 2023 <3

room

clean windows

wash your floors

vacuum

fold clothes

put dirty clothes in the laundry

sort everything you have into keep/sell/donate/throw away

dust

wash pillow cases

change your bed sheets & duvet

clean behind furniture/areas you usually don't clean

take anything that isn't meant to be in your room to where its meant to be

optional but you can redecorate

phone

clean out your camera roll

make albums for photos

delete apps you don't use

clean out your contacts

clean out your socials (for example private posts you don't like as much anymore, change up your pfp & bio, go through following list etc)

unfriend any people you don't talk to anymore

decorate your homescreen/phonescreen

delete chats that are of no use to you

delete useless emails & unsubscribe

make sure your phone is updated to the latest update

use sanitary wipes to clean your phone screen and the back

optional but you can get a new phonecase

body

cut your nails and toenails

charge your toothbrush if needed

new toothpaste if needed

floss

mouth wash

use a hair mask

face masks

do an 'everything' shower

shave if needed

clean your ears and bellybutton (people usually forget to)

skincare

take a relaxing bath/shower

school

go through all your school papers for each subject, get rid of any pages or things that are useless to you

renew/return any overdue library books

get new school folders if needed

new stationary & pencil case

get a new bag if needed

clean all your school clothes

create a study schedule & plan out what you need to study most for each subject!

personal

start a bullet journal

make a vision board for 2024

plan out your goals for the year - make them achievable, make goals for each month, 6 months, the full year etc

reflect on 2023 - what went well, what went wrong, what would you like to improve next year, who made you feel good or bad about yourself, biggest desire, biggest achievements

most importantly enjoy yourself and we can both smash 2024 and make it a wonderful year <3

[that-one-random-writer]

Chasing you Chapter 1 {Complete}

Summary: Jake retires from the military honorably. He steps into a new roll, ready to settle down in his hometown of Texas. He is placed on your shift. Your current relationship is stable until the dust settles, revealing cracks in the foundation.

Warnings: Cursing, violence, police experiences based on truth, accurate on most accounts of law enforcement, it might get gory at times. Be aware of blood, drugs, and all things law enforcement. Smut eventually. A/N may have my true experience attached if you're interested. All real names redacted. Y/n used once.

Next chapter || Masterlist

Whispers went around the department. There was a new guy starting today. The women in the office were saying he was fine as hell, and the men were saying he was just a pretty boy who thought he could handle this.

You sat back in your seat. You texted James, your boyfriend. 'Can you get milk and eggs on your way home? We're out.' James agreed with a thumbs up emoji.

You had just started your shift. It was opposite to your boyfriends now. You were on the night shift, twelve hours of complete bullshit. The dark night hid some of the worst people. The FNG, fucking new guy, didn't know what he was getting himself into.

On queue, the FNG walked into the squad room. He sat in the squad room next to Grant, the corporal that had been there for a while now. Everyone quieted down, looking at the new guy. "What's up, man? How'd you like that OC spray?" Grant had been the first to speak up. He volunteered some at the law enforcement academy, and he was supervising the pepper spray training to make sure no one got injured. You swore up and down, and the man just enjoyed them withering in pain.

"Man, fuck that shit. I took a shower that night, and it started back up." The gorgeous man chuckled. Clapping his hand to grants in a shake. He leaned back in his seat.

You remember the OC spray. You've used it a small handful of times. You opted for the taser more often. Electric currents were much less likely to blow back onto you. The spray had thirty seconds of calm, then the fire would set in burning your eyes, nose, mouth, throat, neck, anything it came in contact with would be in a constant state of hell burning through your soul. Water tended to reactivate it after it wore off. There was a twenty-four period of chance it would reactivate, dragging you through hell all over again. You'd rather have your toenails ripped off than ever go through that again.

All the men in the room laughed at the man's misfortune. "Yeah the sadistic fucks don't warn you about the water..." Rastley, a fellow officer, chimed in.

Everyone settled into their seats as the sergeant walked in. "Im sure everyone has noticed the new officer on duty." He paused, pulling out papers that were for the new payroll. He passed them around the room for everyone to fill out. "This is Seresin. Jacob is your first name, right, and your badge number?" Sergeant Valley looked up at Seresin. "Just Jake, sir. Number 267"

Sgt. Valley nodded and looked back around the room. "Jake Seresin 267." He wrote down the new information on a notebook page with his shifts names and numbers. "Everyone go around the room and introduced yourself"

"Norman Grant 298, I'm your corporal." Grant was an older man with dark chocolate skin. His hair had been shaved completely bald. He was in the army before settling back a few towns over from his hometown. His body was still in great shape for his age.

"Walt Rastley 245" He was a younger man. He was in his mid twenties. His hair was a bright blonde in a neat gel combed style. His body was in top physical performance.

You sat up slightly as the attention turned to you. "Y/F/N Monroe 251" You nodded at Seresin. His eyes met yours with a nod and a smile in your direction. His eyes were a gorgeous shade of green. They looked familiar. You were in a relationship, but that didn't mean you couldn't appreciate a nice-looking man for what he was, and he was definitely something worth looking at.

His attention turned to the next man to speak. "She's my 'Marilyn'." You rolled your eyes playfully at the next officers comment. Everyone chuckled at the statement.

"He tries to make everyone believe he's my Kennedy. Right, Mr. President?" You added jokingly, pressing your lips together in a mocking smile.

"Hey, a man can dream." He puts his hands up in defense, then relaxes back in his seat. "Liam Kennedy 232" Liam was a Kennedy looking man. His hair was also perfectly gelled but had a chocolate brown color.  Your relationship was platonic and playful, and you would call him one of your best friends on the shift. He turned his face back to you and wiggled his brows playfully at you.

The other officers on shift introduced themselves. Twelve officers in total were on the shift, including you. You were the only female on shift. That was normal. Every shift had one female, and because of short staffing, most couldn't afford to have more than that.

"Seresin, you will be riding with Mr. President Kennedy here." Sgt rolled out a big barrel laugh.

"That name doesn't sound as sweet coming off your lips, sarge." Kennedy matched the laugh. Leaning into the side of his chair.

"You will be riding with him for the next couple shifts. He will be your FTO for now. I will let you know when that changes. Everyone else, same positions as yesterday." Sgt valley walked around and placed his on Kennedy's shoulder, squeezing. This wasn't the military. Law enforcement was much more smooth and less formal. There was more under the wire talking. Kennedy knew what Sgt was telling him. He was saying without words. 'Give the new guy a warm welcome to hell'

"Yes, sir" Seresin nodded and grabbed his bag. Everyone else watched the clock tick.

"Eh, if we release early, then maybe they will pay it back, and we can get an early breakfast. Dismissed." The officers walked out to their cars five minutes earlier than normal. Settling in the seats of the patrol cas, starting up and testing the sirens, lights, and all the bells and whistles.

You sat down in your seat. You were parked next to Kennedy. Once you both finished testing, you looked over at Kennedy. "I'm going past Churchill Road." You were in the same zone as Kennedy.

You backed up and started driving to your post. Once you made it, you drove around the area. "251 to dispatch I'm 10-8." You heard chatters confirming and marking you as in service from dispatch, then the officer you took over from called back he was 10-7. Leaving his location and out of service in the area.

You drove around watching cars slow down when they saw you. It was funny to watch people get flustered without even seeing their body movements.

Your tag reader started signaling you to a car. You shifted behind the car and turned on your siren and lights. The car started speeding up. You groaned. "So it's gonna be that kind of night." You clicked your radio. "251 to all units. I'm 10-80 with a white accord. Be advised that he is heading east bound on Oak Thorn towards you 232. Dispatch can you run the plate number Charlie, Romeo, India, Victor, 347" You were currently chasing the accord as it sped through the highway.

Dispatch ran the plate through the system and found a frequent flyers name. "Dispatch to 251. It's under Jordan Barn." You groaned even louder. This isn't his first time by any means, and he tended to get aggressive. "232 can you 25. Requesting back up east bound of Oak Thorn." You called for assistance through the radio.

Kennedy watched your location and turned in your direction, hitting his radio. "Im en route to you, eta four minutes." Kennedy turned on his lights and rushed to your side of the zone. "Did you catch all that?" He asked his rookie passenger.

Seresin nodded. His heart started to pump a burst of adrenaline through his limbs. "Your Marilyn found trouble..." He started. Kennedy chuckled swiftly making turns and weaving through traffic. Seresin continues, "She's chasing a white accord east bound on Oak Thorn. The tag is registered to a Jordan Barn."

Kennedy was about a minute out from the chase. "You're gonna catch on quick. Watch out for Barn, he is a firecracker. Man's a drug dealer with an attitude problem."

"Noted." Seresin watched ahead seeing lights in the distance.

"I'm behind you 251." Kennedy called out over the radio to you.

You had been devising a plan while he took his four minutes to get to you. "251 to 298." You paused, waiting for Cpl Grant's go-ahead to be called over the radio. You then continued. "The accord isn't going to stop. It doesn't look like anyone else is in the vehicle. Requesting to do a pit maneuver."

Grant was on the other side of town pulling over a mini van that had a taillight out. He waited before exiting his vehicle, calling back over the radio. "If you have back up, then go ahead and run it. 245, go ahead and head over that way if you're not 10-6. They may need the backup." Grant exited his vehicle and walked to the window. "Did you know your light is out in the back, ma'am?"

Rastley called over the radio. "10-4 I'm en route 251. Eta eight minutes."

You started back your radio traffic. "10-4 298" you paused briefly, acknowledging Rastley. "232, you ready."

Kennedy confirmed over the radio. "10-4" Kennedy looked over to Seresin. "When we get out, you make sure you have your gun ready. If it's Jordan, he is normally armed he hasnt fired yet, but if he sees an opportunity, he's going to take it."

You grabbed the wheel of your car and accelerated pushing just past his back bumper. You nipped at it. His car spun around to a stop. You ripped your car around, pushing into the back tailgate, blocking his exit. Kennedy pulled into the front. Blocking his exit the other way. All three officers exited the patrol cars. "Get on the ground! Get on the ground!" Kennedy yelled out to the suspect. His gun was drawn.

Jordan Barn pulled his gun out and waved it around at the officers. "I ain't going back. You ain't taking me no damn where."

You held your ground with your gun drawn, not pulling any closer to him. "Jordan put the gun down."

Jordan spun his eyes around. "You ain't going to take me you stupid bitch." Jordan had his weapon pointed towards you but then dropped it by his side still holding it. He couldn't admit defeat but knew he was cornered.

That's it. Keep talking. Your mind racing with the adrenaline. Jordan had his back to Seresin and Kennedy. You kept your eyes on Jordan but could see them move in to disarm him. You had to keep his attention on you. "Jordan, I'm hurt by that. I thought you got clean."  Kennedy glanced into the truck not seeing anyone else in the car hiding.

Before Jordan could respond, he was disarmed and tackled by Seresin. Kennedy pulled out his cuffs, pinning them tightly behind his back. Kennedy started patting him down, checking for more weapons, but being careful of needles. The instant the gun was thrown from his hand, you ran to the tossed weapon and secured it.

"I got it." You placed the weapon on the hood of Kennedy's car. Seresin and Kennedy picked up the man and pushed him in the back of their car when they knew he was clear.

"We're going to take him to the jail, gotta show the rookie. First, you owe me one. Second, search the car, and if you find anything, call me. I'll add it to the charges." Kennedy walked to the driver's side door and got in. Seresin got in his side, and they took off after you picked the gun back up.

Rastley pulled up right as the pair took off. He stepped out if the vehicle. "Shows over?"

You nodded. "He had a gun. It's Jordan so you know somethings in here. You can help me search if you want."

Rastley nodded. "You know I love a search." You both opened the doors a stench filled your nose. "Damn something died in here." His nose scrunched up.

You sifted through the items both of you were careful about needles. "I got about ten needles over here. Nothings in them" You collected them in an evidence bag knowing there was remainders still in the bottom.

"Nothing over here." You pulled back the carpet and found a box. "I think I got it." You opened the box to find heroin. "Yup I got it. That's a trafficking charge. Jesus, go grab your scale."

A/N: Some radio traffic may not be 100 percent accurate. I worked in the jail, so we didn't use ETA(estimated time of arrival) or a lot of the 10 codes.

[adore-laur]

SUMMERBOY

— a summery southpaw flashback🍦

——

JUNE, 1987

Cocoa Beach was where Harry first laid eyes on the prettiest girl he had ever seen. 

On a sunny day by the ocean, he admired her through the flimsy mesh of the volleyball net during a recreational game of girls versus boys. Her painted toenails stood before the serving line that had been drawn by gliding a piece of driftwood through the scorching sand. She wore a clementine-colored bikini while her golden hair fell over the straps in majestic waves. She was so ethereal, with the sun shining down on her and accentuating the natural beauty she lavishly possessed. 

She managed an effortless topspin serve, the smack of her palm against the leather ball in perfect time with the start of a song about emotions in motion coming from a nearby boombox. 

As for Harry, his emotions were thoroughly in motion. 

A dollface like hers was rare. With tan, satiny skin, dark brown eyes, and plump lips of absolute perfection, her features caused his stomach to erupt with summertime butterflies. Thankfully, the sunglasses he had on hid his blatant ogling. He didn't even know her name or where she was from, but he had a strangely intense feeling that told him he was meant to find out. 

Thwack! 

Without warning, the volleyball hit Harry square in the forehead. His sunglasses flew off as his ass fell backward onto the sand. His vision blackened around the edges while his brain experienced a high-magnitude earthquake. 

"I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" 

His ears rang, yet he could barely make out a soft voice laced with concern. Some of his friends crowded around him, yet one person nudged their way through, like how the sun gloriously peeked past the clouds that morning. 

Oh, it was the girl he'd been admiring. How terribly embarrassing. 

"Y-yeah," Harry stuttered. He rubbed his pounding temples and blinked fast to clear his blurry sight. "All good. You have a powerful serve." 

Doe-like eyes stared at him apprehensively. "Do you feel dizzy? Should I call an ambulance? Is the sun too bright for you?"

"No," he replied, laughing. "I'm sure I'll just have a bruise. No need to worry." 

She crouched and moved her dainty pointer finger back and forth in front of his face. He followed it, mesmerized. After repeating the motion a few times, she said, "Okay, your eyes seem to be focused." 

He bit back a smirk. "I'm glad they are." 

"What's your name?" she asked, ignoring his charm.

"Harry Styles." He gave her his best dimpled smile. "What's yours?" 

Gently touching the bump forming on his forehead, she continued, "And how old are you?" 

"Nineteen." He would have been lying if he had said his skin wasn't on fire, with heat blooming everywhere. "What's your name?" he repeated.

She pursed her pretty lips in thought. "What day is it today?" 

Harry quickly realized she wasn't trying to get to know him—she was conducting a memory loss test. "Uh... Sunday," he answered defeatedly, his ego deflating a little. A lot, actually. 

"Well done." She dusted off her sandy legs and stood up. "I don't think you have a concussion. Just some slight swelling." 

"Thank you, nurse." 

She narrowed her eyes and sassily put a hand on her hip. "However, you need to stay hydrated. Here, let me grab my orange juice." 

"Your orange—" His dream girl was off and running under the volleyball net before he could speak any further. Wiping sweat from his hairline, Harry waited patiently while grooving along to the rock music playing from a group of teenagers' boombox farther down the beach strip.

When she returned, his body delightfully shuddered at how her skin seemed to glow under the summer sky. Thrusting forward a clear bottle of orange juice, she said, "My name is Sawyer Clemente, by the way." 

Sawyer. Such a unique name for someone who felt so familiar to him. He wouldn't have minded if those two syllables rolled off his tongue for eternity. 

"Thank you, Sawyer," he chirped, taking the ice-cold bottle from her. He held it up to his parched mouth, but right before he took a swig, he asked, "Pulp or no pulp?" 

"No pulp," she said, tapping her acrylic nails against her arm. "I'm not a psychopath." 

His head lulled back as he smiled lazily. "Whoa, am I hallucinating? I think you're perfect for me." 

She snorted, unimpressed, yet a pink flush colored her cheeks. "Are you seriously flirting with me?" 

"Dunno. Do you want me to be?”

"Not really. I have a boyfriend." 

Harry swore under his breath. "Is he nice to you?" 

"Yes, he is." Sawyer glanced around and furrowed her eyebrows when she spotted her friends abandoning the game and congregating near the water. "Well, I'm going to get ice cream now. I’m truly sorry about hitting your head." 

He should have been thanking her since he didn't know if he would have been able to find the courage to talk to her otherwise. Typically, he could walk up to anyone and strike up a conversation, but something about her made him the good kind of anxious.

"Are you up for a game of 1v1 volleyball?" Harry asked abruptly, hoping he could suggest a way to spend more time with her without sounding like a desperate loser. 

"No, thank you," she said politely. "Boys play unfairly. Plus, it's hot out, and I need something to cool me down." 

She was off again, like some unreachable enigma he couldn't quite grasp. Her steps were delicate, and her wavy hair bounced with each one. Harry forgot where he was for a second while getting lost in her movements. She was captivatingly magnetic, and it would be a downright shame if he never saw her again.

Blinking out of his trance, he watched her head over to an unoccupied beach umbrella close to the shore with a melting ice cream cone in her hand. Would it be annoying if he walked over there? Possibly. Was he going to do it anyway? Absolutely. 

Harry got up, taking a few seconds to restore his balance, then jogged over while rubbing his forehead to ensure there wasn't a huge bump. That would have been the pinnacle of embarrassment. 

Once he was next to Sawyer, she looked at him unamusedly. "This better be worth it, summerboy." 

He was the one blushing now. "Hello. Hi. Vanilla, right?" 

"It's Sawyer."

Harry swallowed, internally panicking, and scratched the back of his neck. "I meant your ice cream flavor." 

Her eyes sparkled with mischief. How were they able to do that when they were so dark? "Yeah, I know," she said casually. "I was just joking." 

"Oh. Oh, my bad." 

Scrunching her nose, she giggled quietly. "You're funny. I've never met a boy like you." 

"What's a boy like me?" he asked.

"Someone I could be friends with. You backed off when I said I had a boyfriend. That was nice of you." Sawyer licked her ice cream and shrugged nonchalantly. "It's rare for Florida boys to take the hint."

"You'd want to be friends with me?" 

"If you want," she mumbled around a bite of her wafer cone. 

"'Kay. Sick." Harry nudged her elbow with his own. "Let's be friends." 

"Are you in the mood for a friendly game of chicken fight in the water?" 

"Duh. If I win, though, you have to go out to eat with me. Friends need to get to know each other, don't they?"

Sawyer smiled and threw her hair in a ponytail. "Deal." 

——

[jaaklops]

“Nancy.” Robin looks at her gravely. 

“…Yes?”

“Did you put a fucking sex spell on me?”

Nancy doesn’t say anything to that.

“Oh my god. Are you serious right now?” Robin pulls back and sits on her knees, putting her hands over her face as a deep red blush dusts her skin. “You really couldn’t have just asked?”

Nancy lowers her hands back into her lap, embarrassed. “Uh. Yeah, well, not really. I mean, who fucking asks to have sex? In like, a casual, not at all awkward kind of way. Like—‘hey, wanna fuck?’” Nancy bites her lip. Robin doesn’t respond to that. “Besides. You were… busy.”

“Uh, yeah, busy trying to make our favorite mac ‘n’ cheese to keep us alive!”

”We can technically make food appear for us right now if it’s that necessary,” Nancy reasons.

Robin scowls. “Well I, for one, like doing normal, non-magicky stuff, okay?” She pauses. “Besides, it wouldn’t be right now. We’d have to like, go out and hunt down someone’s fucking left toenail or something complicated like that.”

“We wouldn’t have to find someone’s toenail, that’s disgusting,” Nancy says, wrinkling her nose. “It’d be a flower petal. Two of them. And we have a garden. In our backyard.“

“Same difference.”

“Not really.”

“That’s what you think.”

“What I think is that you’re just lazy,” Nancy speaks, jabbing Robin’s chest with her finger.

“That too.”

They both just stare at each other for a moment. “The stove is still a bit warm,” Robin says, obviously trying too hard to be casual about it. “So… the food won’t get cold.”

“And? What are you trying to say?” Nancy raises her eyebrow. She already knows exactly what’s coming next.

Robin glances around and rests her hands on Nancy’s thighs again. “Do I really have to say it?”

“Mm. No.”

“Okay.”

Robin looks at her devilishly, and Nancy looks back. 

When Nancy pulls her back up, she knows it’s gonna be a long night.