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theemporium · 1 year

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Quinn Request:

Quinn and reader are neighbours in the same building, quinn’s a single dad to a 3 year old boy (with a nanny to watch over), and the son befriends reader. Inevitably, Quinn and reader fall into sweet sweet love!

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

When you had moved into the apartment complex, you hadn’t expected the young toddler next door to completely capture your heart.

However, that was exactly what Theodore Hughes managed to do.

He was a bubbly, young boy who had more energy than any child you had ever seen before. He was unbelievably sweet and thoughtful, despite his young age. And above all else, he was one of the cutest kids you had ever seen with a head of dark curls and big green eyes that sucked you in.

You had met him a few weeks after you moved in after bumping into Theo and his nanny—a kind, older woman you assumed was his grandmother at the time—after you had accidentally locked yourself out of the building complex when you dropped your keys in the lobby in a rush. They were sweet enough to help you in, and small Theo talked your ear off until you realised that you were now twenty minutes late and apologised for your sudden exit.

But one meeting with the young boy turned into many more as you started crossing paths, and in turn started to care for the young boy almost like he was a child under your responsibility.

He told you all about his life. He told you about how he loved his dad, and how his dad was the best hockey player in the world. He told you how his dad sometimes had to travel away for weeks at a time which meant Maggie would have to come and take care of him. He told you every single detail about his life from his favourite colour to what he dreamed of the night before, and it made you swoon. You never really wanted kids, but something about Theodore Hughes made you rethink your own decisions.

It wasn’t until a few months after the first meeting that you met Quinn, and you were about fucked from that moment on.

He was gorgeous. He was gorgeous and a little grumpy, but an absolute softie when it came to his son. And that was all you really needed to see before your heart almost exploded in your chest.

And he had heard more than enough about you from his son. Theo would never shut up about the pretty neighbour, about how you gave him sweets and sometimes joined him and Maggie in the park, about how he desperately wanted Quinn to meet his friend too.

Quinn never ever really considered himself bad around girls. He was never one to boast, but he thought he did fairly well with them. Or at least, he thought as much until he was face-to-face with you and felt like he had forgotten every single word in English to ever exist.

“You ever gonna ask her out?”

Quinn shot his brother a look, ignoring the way he was grinning on the other side of the phone before he turned his attention back to the dinner he was cooking.

“I will,” he said after a few moments of silence, only to hear Jack snort in response.

“You say that every time.”

“And I mean it every time,” he shot back.

“Daddy goes pink in the face when he sees her!” Theo suddenly spoke up from his spot beside Quinn, his arms curled around his father’s legs.

“Is that right, bud?”

“Uncle Jack, you should see him—”

“Okay, that’s enough!” Quinn grumbled, his eyes narrowing at his younger brother on the screen who was still laughing at him. “You’re turning my own son against me.”

“Maybe Theo needs to ask her out for you.”

And it was a passing comment made by Jack just to irk Quinn further, just to tease and piss him off that little bit more. But Theo took it as an order, he took it as a mission.

That was how you came in from a late shift, bone-tired and ready for bed, only to see Theo wandering around the lobby aimlessly. More importantly, he was all alone.

“Theo?” You murmured as it took your brain a few seconds to really take in the sight in front of you. “Oh my god, Theo!”

The boy turned around to look at you, a wide toothy smile spreading across his face. “You’re here!”

“What–” You dropped to your knees in front of the boy, hands on his shoulders as you glanced over him to make sure he was okay. “What are you doing down here alone? Where’s Maggie? Where’s your dad?”

Theo just shrugged. “I wanna see you.”

“Theo,” you murmured in a stern but soft voice. “Sweetheart, you can’t run off alone like that. People are probably worried about you.”

His cheeks burned but he gave you a sheepish smile. “Can you take me back to my dad?”

You nodded as you opened your arms, quickly picking the boy up before making your way to the elevator. “Why were you looking for me?”

“I wanted to ask you a very important question,” Theo announced as he wrapped his arms around your neck.

“Oh really?” You raised your brows, trying to bite back your grin as the elevator doors opened. You stepped out as you began to make your way down the corridor to Quinn’s flat. “And what question is that?”

His eyes twinkled with mischief. “You’ll see.”

You frowned, opening your mouth to say something but you were quickly cut off by the door swinging open.

Quinn’s shoulders instantly dropped in relief when he saw Theo in your arms and he didn’t even care that you were still holding him as he wound his arms around his son. “Oh my god,” he breathed out. “Thank god you’re okay.”

Your face softened a little at the interaction. “He was wandering down in the lobby.”

Quinn pulled back, his brows furrowed together. “How—forget that, why?”

“I needed to ask an important question,” Theo told his father like that should have explained enough.

Quinn blinked. “What?”

However, Theo ignored his father as he turned to look at you again. “Are you free on Wednesday?”

You raised your brows in surprise by the question, not expecting that out of everything the young boy could have asked. “Uh, yeah. It’s my day off.”

Quinn watched his son closely. “Buddy, you’re not free on Wednesday. Grandma and Grandpa are coming up to see you, remember?”

“Yeah, but you’re free, Daddy,” Theo answered simply.

Your lips parted as realisation hit you. You didn’t even fight the young boy as he wiggled out of your arms and quickly ran back into the apartment, past his father as he was giggling away to himself. Your eyes met Quinn’s and you could see a light blush spread across his cheeks.

“I think your son just asked me out for you,” you mused.

“About that—” he started but you quickly cut him off.

“I know a great Italian place,” you blurted out, your chest tightening with nerves. “Wanna check it out with me?”

Quinn blinked before a shy smile grew on his face. “I…yeah. Yeah, I would.”

“It’s a date,” you said with a nod.

“It’s a date,” Quinn repeated, his grin a little wider this time.

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vinnsley · 2 months

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kokichi ouma... nsfw hcs... pweaaase...

ur brave, ill give u that. I also had to do research if kokichi is actually of age, but google says he's 20 years old (But he fails to graduate so he's a senior) so... i'll trust that one.

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I'm gonna be honest, i haven't touched danganronpa in awhile, but something i am for sure is true, is that he's a sadistic little fucker.

(All 3 descriptors being the truth)

Due to his sadistic personality, you talked to him about safe words, and set one up. Contrary to popular belief (if there's any), he actually listens to and memorizes these talks to a fault.

Even if he teases you relentlessly to the point you might cry, makes fun of you while you're struggling to do something, embarrass you infront of people, he does care about you. A lot.

Because let's be real, he is NOT that lovey dovey of a person, especially in public. He's still cruel and a liar, no matter how we look at him.

And you dating him is like a 'go ahead' for him to use you to his entertainment. To the point your friends comment about how your relationship with him seems toxic to them. But he is kinda nice. However you define the word 'nice', that is.

But aside all of that, let's get back on track. Going along the toxic gossip train, he's really into teasing, and pushing you to your limits.

(^) Meaning that he has a thing for places where you two could easily get caught at. Public bathrooms, when everyone is out of class, etc.

Even if you're loud or not, it really depends on his mood if he wants to make sure everyone hears what you're doing and who's doing it to you, or if he forces you to stay quiet, just to watch you struggle because of him.

(^) Watching you struggle fuels his sadism, so he practically watches you with eagle eyes if you catches the slightest hint of you struggling because of something he's doing, or he's ultimately the cause of.

He would do anything just to achieve his twisted desires. But as i said, no matter how 'toxic' he seems and is, he does care for you, so he does ask you about your opinion... in his own 'kokichi' type of way.

(^) By that i mean is him turning into The Riddler and not going to say it straight up, only speaking in riddles and leaving the figuring out part to you OR he'll tell you, but in a way he isn't there. (Ex. A random letter being shoved into your dorm/apartment/house/etc. door, and not knowing who it's from until you recognize the writing and the very bad grammar.)

Okay but in all seriousness, aside from my own toxic version of Kokichi, he's into bondage for sure (both recieving and giving, but ill go further into this later), some parts of BDSM, but not fully. He thinks it's 'Weird and unsanitary. And i definitely wouldn't act like an animal or a child for... sex!' -His words.

I think he would actually be pretty kinky aside the ones he deems 'disgusting' (Ex. Piss kinks, feet fetishes, arousal from weather) but he is very willing to experiment with his lover.

Aside from bondage, he likes sensory depravation. He'll tie your eyes up with whatever cloth he can find that can fit around your head, and have enough leftover to actually tie it around your head.

He absolutely goes wild if you decide to tease him with lingerie. Especially in public. If you have a wild kinky side, he would be more than happy and inclined to explore with you.

Remember when i said that i'll go further into the top/bottom topic? Well, here i am. So thing is, he's a switch, everyone knows that, but he really dosen't bottom without a fight. And by fight i mean a huge fight, he dosen't and wouldn't let you top unless you actually beat him at his mind games or... whatever they are. You never actually knew.

Or when he's tired or just dosen’t have any energy to top but he's horny as all hell and needs immediate release.

But mostly he tops. No questions asked. But if you manage to surprise him with something that throws him off guard and you take the upper-hand... he actually turns into a submissive mess.

Because no matter how tough, toxic and shitty he acts, he's really a big submissive.

He definitely likes to recieve blowjobs from you, and giving you blowjobs/eating you out aswell.

He's a little shit, but a small part of him does want you to be satisfied with him, it reassures him of his abilities to make you feel good and that you need him. (non sexually)

Degrading is something he likes to give, but not recieve. You once degraded him during sex while you were too into it, and he immedieatly got you to stop, and ignored you straight up for a good few hours. If you're lucky.

Worst case scenario you wouldn't hear from him for a few days.... weeks.

But later he'll come back, and that's how you learned that he can do shit, but you cannot do it back. You felt it was unfair, but you did fall in love with his goblin looking ass... so you have no choice but to deal with him.

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I had 0 idea what to do for him and its so obvious... ive kept rambling on and on about him being a damn sadist😭 sorry guys, but i havent been in the fandom nor watched/played the games in YEARS. Im solely going off from desperate memory...

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study-diaries · 5 months

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How to do group projects? (If you're selected as the leader of the group)

I hate group projects, it's not necessarily the project rather, the people are not cooperative enough so here's some tips I use when I was chosen to do a PPT and a damn play with 13 members.

(Pictures aren't mine!)

Take phone numbers

Even though my teacher discouraged the idea of it, I still took the numbers of all the members and saved it on the same day the project was given even though the deadline was a month later. You should make sure that you have the necessary means of communication to every member.

Plan and outline within 3 days!

Make an outline of what needs to be done, plan out who's going to do what, how they'll do it, when will they complete it etc etc. The reason i do it within 3 days is because you'll get the base of how you'll do it because generally in group projects, by the time everyone completes the work and gives it to you, it would take atleast a week or two, if you start early, you'll complete earlier than everyone else

No group chats!

I personally don't prefer this because one i realised everyone just didn't reply expecting others to reply, especially when your group is big! So... Dms!! Just send the instructions personally, yes, it takes alot of time but it makes up for the energy wasted in group chats that involve unnecessary talks and questions.

Both face to face and text reminders!

When you've assigned work to every member, make sure they actually do it because you'll be the one responsible. Not gonna lie but reminders help especially when the deadlines are closer. Just a message like "Hey, friendly reminder about the XYZ project."

Save your own name!

This is something I'm really careful about. The accusation that you're being biased and assigning easier work to friends and people I'm close with. So, i figured that the best way to avoid it is to write all the work and the names of members in alphabetical order and assign accordingly. If the member can't do it, then I'll discuss and swap. It saves a hell lot of drama and actually results to better outcomes.

Back up

Make sure that there's always a second in command. This was a mistake I did, on the day of the 2nd project (the play), I was in one of the competitions and our teacher had started with our group first... I didn't exactly tell anyone that everything about the characters assigned to members and the narrations were in my bag so they had to scramble alittle but in the end, our group did the best play despite the situation so that's what you're aiming at. Your group needs to manage without you.

Flexibility

Do not, under any circumstances, expect everything to go well! You need to expect hindrances, like gurl, come on. A mistake I made in the PPT project, i made the PPT and told 4-5 people to explain it because that's how it was supposed to be done but in the end, ALL THE 4-5 PEOPLE HAD TO BE IN SPORTS PRACTICE so we ended up changing plans last minute. But nevertheless, we got an A-. Tell everyone to prepare accordingly.

Be a little lenient

Personally, when the teacher asked me to give the list of work everyone had done, i did'nt just write nothing for the members who didn't, i have even the smallest contribution because in the end, even one person's scores matters. It affects the whole damn group so be careful when you take out anger and frustration on the members when giving the list of contributions or even while doing the project. The last thing you need is drama.

Contact!

Make sure your members are comfortable enough to clear any questions or misunderstandings with you. If you don't know what's going in the group, you can't maintain the group. Be very clear that they can reach you any time.

Demo!!!

This is really important! Decide on a day and keep a demonstration of how your project is going to be presented. Do exactly as how you're going to do it infront of the teacher. Exchange some points on how to do better during the demo and discuss! It helps you to correct your mistakes.

Hope this helps! :)

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igotanidea · 2 years

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Heal the past: Dick Grayson x f!reader

Summary: Y/n and Dick has no secrets from each other. She is his pillar, strong and reliable and always there for the all the batboys. So, why does her health keep getting worse and what could she possibly keep in the dark?

Warnings: mentions of abuse, past trauma and therapy sessions, apart from that it's fluff/comfort

A/N: another story based loosely on a work case. I hate domestic violence incidents and hereby I dedicate this ff to everyone who has ever experienced one or currenly is - seek help, you can free yourself from that pain and fear. The first step is always the hardest.

„Y/N?”

„Hi there” she slowly turned her gaze towards the door where Dick was standing, eyeing her carefully. She tried her best to cover up for how she was feeling, but she was painfully aware he noticed everything. Her slightly red and puffy eyes, her reddened cheeks, the way she was holding her knees against her chest, rocking back and forth, mere seconds before his entering. He knew she wasn’t all good, there was no point in neither asking nor denying. If anyone was looking for a perfect example of a mess sure as hell she was one.

“How… how was it today?” He dared to take a step in, testing girls’ reaction and since she did not ask him to leave he came even closer, sitting on the edge of the bed next to her.

“Hard.” she managed to say. “But what’s new.” Another attempt at cover-up by using a sad smile.

“Is it a good or a bad sign?” it was so touching how truly concerned he was.

“I … I don’t really know. It’s just a lot to process, you know. The years of trauma and hiding your own feelings and emotions?”

“Believe me, I know well enough” he sighed deeply and she mentally slapped herself. He’s been through a lot as well.

“And yet, between you and me I am the one who was forced to start therapy sessions.”

“You weren’t forced……” he trailed, but she cut him off

“You’re right. I’m sorry. I was offered the chance to work through my past and convinced to accept.”

“Y/n……” he reached for her hand but she retrieved it from his grip, making his face drop a bit.

***

Half a year ago something bad started happening to her. Nightmares, constant fear. She had those symptoms before, but never so strong. It was not because of the fact that she became a part of bat family, taking care of teenage vigilantes and dating one of them. Nope. Surprisingly she was taking that pretty well, all things considered. This was the normal amount of stress. The problem was elsewhere and even though everyone was worried about her, she was just shrugging it off casually pretending she was doing fine. Nonetheless, it took an enormous amount of energy to suppress the shaking hands, calm the breath and not scream out loud when panic attacks creeps in for unknown reason. And then, because of all of this sucking up she started having headaches and later on, migraines, up to point where light was always too bright, and the sounds were always too loud. But she tried her best to survive, act strong and just live on, even if everyone knew something was terribly off. Their premonitions soon turned reality when she fainted in the kitchen. She didn’t even get a chance to wrap her mind around what was happening when out of the blue she got dizzy, the whole world was spinning and she felt as if someone hit her in the back of the head with something extremely heavy.

“Jason…..” she gasped since he was the one closest to her, his eyes immediately focusing on the girl and his expression changing from his natural wry to concern and a bit of fear

“Y/N? What is happening?”

“I’m not…….. I’m not feeling well….” she grabbed the kitchen counter stabilizing herself but it was for nothing “I think…. I’m gonna throw up…”

“Jeez, Y/N, in some other circumstances I would ask you if you are pregnant, but …. hey, come on, don’t plotz on me” thank god, he was quick enough to catch her before she hit the ground yelling for Dick to come quickly.

Grayson wasn’t usually the one to react to Jason commands and it was no different this time. It took three attempts to finally get him to move his butt, and he only did so, because his younger brother pointed out it was about Y/N. Just the mention of her name made Dick sprung out of the couch and rush to the kitchen. Oh, he did not expect to find his love unconscious in Jason’s arms and a lot of feelings flooded him. Confusion of what just happened, terror of whether she was alright and anger, ironically jealousy since Jason was the one to hold her and the unreasonable amount of guilt since because she was his girlfriend it was his duty to care about her and protect her. But all that could wait. She was the priority now. What was important, was checking her medical condition and finding out what caused her fainting. Dick was quick to take her from Jason and scoffing and frowning at his brother carried her to the bed, calling Alfred on the way.

While she was being checked up and still out cold, Dick refused to leave her side for a second, holding her hand in his, caressing her palm and praying silently that everything would turn up fine. He wouldn’t survive if it turned out that she was sick and dying for example. He should have taken better care of her, he shouldn’t have exposed her to so much stress, he should have told her to go see the doctor the second he noticed her health deteriorating. He should have…

“Master Dick?” Luckily, Alfred knew when to step in to stop the boy’s from beating himself up and his mind from spiraling

“Yes, Alfred?”

“She’s going to be all right. There’s no sign of anything suspicious about her organism. Maybe just a little increased blood pressure, but it will pass.”

“Thank God” Dick let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding “Thank you, Alfred.”

“It’s nothing .And … Dick?”

“Hm?” this time the boy did not even bother to look at the older man, his gaze fixed on the girl’s face, gently caressing her cheek, putting a strand of hair behind her ear.

“She’s gonna need some rest. And…. And I think she should see a specialist.”

“A specialist?” now he turned towards the butler “what do you mean?”

“Don’t you see? You know, master Dick for someone so well trained in observation as vigilante, you can be absolutely oblivious in real life. Y/N suffers from anxiety disorder. And maybe, maybe she’s a bit depressed, but I’m not qualified enough to determine that. “

“She’s what?” Dick opened his eyes wide in shock “Why? Why did she never tell me?”

“You will have to ask her about that yourself. I’ll leave you two alone.”

“When will she wake up?” Dick’s voice broke a little and Alfred knew how much strength it took for the boy to hold himself together upon hearing the revelations.

“Can’t really tell, but I suggest you to be patient.”

“Right…. Thank you, Alfred. Will you…. will you stay with her when I go patrolling tonight?”

“Are you crazy?” Jason came inside the room almost yelling at his older brother but quickly calming down when he noticed Y/N pale figure on the bed “You’re not going anywhere. Demon, replacement and me can take of things. She needs you more. Besides, I don’t think you;ll be able to focus on anything and as much I would love to see you beaten up for once, she would kill me if I ever let anything like that happen. Can’t risk her wrath.”

“Her wrath, huh?” Dick smirked

“Yeah. Of course. But… she’s gonna be all right, right? She just looks so weak….”

“We’ll make sure of that.”

“Why did no one tell me y/n lost consciousness?!”

“Father, calm down.”

“How can I calm down Damian? She’s……”

“She needs quiet. I suggest both of you stop yelling!”

“Who’s yelling now, Tim?!”

“Oh, shit….” Dick facepalmed

“I’ll get them out of here.” Jason stated simply

“Yeah, well, good luck with that.”

However, Jason did manage to drag Bruce, Tim and Damian out of the bedroom and forced them to focus on patrol, while Dick just stayed with Y/N. At first he was sitting beside her bed, but after fifteen minutes started getting nervous, pacing around. Why wasn’t she waking up? Alfred said she was fine, but … shit! He ruffled his hair in desperation. It was going to be a long night.

***

He gave up after three hours. He was exhausted from his own thoughts and walking back and forth like no night patrol has ever made him. Defeated by his own body and tiredness he finally laid down next to Y/N, gently sneaking his arms around her pulling her in from behind, nuzzling his face into her neck, hoping she would somehow feel his presence and the love he felt for her. Apart from a single sharp breath when he touched her and a bit of a shift in a position she did nothing more, especially did not wake up. So he just laid there, eyes shot, brows furrowed.

“Please, don’t leave me…..” he whispered against her soft skin.

***

She woke up two hours later, at 2 a.m., but not in the way he was expecting. She sprung out, crying and panting, definitely reliving some crazy nightmare. Her whole body was shaking, petrifaction in her eyes breaking his heart.

“No….” she panted, tears falling down “no, no, no, no, please……” apparently she wasn’t fully awake yet.

“Y/N” he said quietly, not wanting to scare her “It’s ok. It was just a nightmare. You’re safe. I’m here.”

“Di… dick?”

“I’m here, baby” he held her close to his chest, engulfing her in his warm embrace “No one is going to hurt you, I swear.”

“I….”

“Sh. You don’t need to say anything.“ he pulled her in even closer, not sure if he was trying to comfort her of himself. Maybe both. “Unless you want to. Do you want to?”

“No.” she shook her head

“All right then. We can just stay like this.”

“Dick?”

“Hm?” he hummed, stroking her hair and laying back down with her on top of him

“Can you just hold me like this for a while? I … I really need this.”

“Y/N. We’ve been together for like a year now and you still feel the need to ask me about it?”

“You know…. it comes from my past and……”

“Hey, it’s ok. You don’t need to explain. I will hold you for however long you need. And as long as you will allow me to.”

*** Dick knew she needed space, he did. But the nightmare that happened that one night repeated three more times in a row and he had to confront her about it. How could he let her suffer alone like this?

“Y/n, enough is enough.” He stormed into her room, not caring about the closed door

“What are you talking about?” she raised an eyebrow at him

“You need to tell me what is going on with you.”

“Nothing is…..”

“Stop it” he spat and she flinched at the tone. “Sorry, I did not mean it to come out like this” he rubbed his forehead “but I need to know what’s troubling you. I need to know what I can do to make it better…..”

“Dickie….”

“Please…” he whispered placing himself next to her, grabbing her chin softly making her look at him, knowing well enough she would try to avoid his gaze.

“How can I…..?” she gulped “how can I even begin to explain this…..?”

“Baby, it’s me. I love you. You don’t need to hide.”

“But….”

“Listen to me, nothing, nothing you did can make me change my mind about you.”

“But…..”

“I’m here for you.” he whispered kissing her forehead and this simple gesture broke her as she started sobbing, trying extremely hard to muffle it by covering her mouth with the hand. “What’s the nightmare about?”

“It’s… it’s about my father… Shit, it’s so stupid….. I should be over it, it has been so many years since…..”

“Did he do something to you?” Dick’s voice turned a bit more vigilante- like, his eyes glistening with first indications of rage

“He…. He was on short fuse… and…. Many, many times when I said or did something he did not like …..

“Y/N. You need to tell me exactly what did he do to you.”

“He used to beat me up…..” her voice was now barely a whisper “never enough to leave any bruises or cuts though. At least, not physically” she let out a hysterical laugh while still crying

“I’m gonna find him and kill him” Dick hissed, now turning into vigilante, but quickly getting back on earth. It was not right, whatever fury was running inside his veins. He could not comprehend how anyone, let alone man, fuck!, a father could use any aggression on his beloved girl. No wonder she was upset of late

“Dick, please, I’m sorry. I never should have told you. It was so long ago, I really have no idea why this started taking its toll on me now. Maybe it’s because I fell for you and … and I don’t really have good experience with men………. I’m sorry…”

“Why are you sorry? My babygirl. I love you so fucking much, you know it, right?” he pulled her into a hug, kissing her head repeatedly. I would never, never hurt you.” she was shaking hard in his embrace “God. Why did you never tell me this?” she muttered something incoherently, but he did not care about her reasons to keep it secret. “Did he beat your mum too?”

“I… I can’t remember. But to tell the truth, my mum was even worse at times…. She…..” Y/N started hyperventilating “she was more of a vocal aggressor….I… I….”

“Ok, that’s enough. Focus on me, ok? The past is in the past. You are mine to protect and care about and love . Whatever sad story you had, not every man is like your dad. I’m not.”

“I know” she sobbed desperately again “but it just hurts so deep. I never knew….”

“Sh.sh. Don’t worry. We’ll get you help. I promise. I’m not leaving you alone with this.”

And that was how she ended up in weekly meetings with psychologist. At first she was doing everything to avoid the uncomfortable, painful parts of her life. The doctor however was not easily manipulated and after first three meeting she was like a zombie, processing all the emotions extruded for years. Letting someone see them, riffle through them and make her fell apart was a lot. And deep inside she was worried if she could pick up all the pieces and figure out who she was under the surface. But slowly, slowly, she was healing and it was as much because of Dick’s and whole Batfamily support as of her own efforts.

*** Sometimes, there were bad days, obviously, sessions that made her feel broken, vulnerable and helpless. And this was definitely the case today. That was why she isolated herself in her room, putting all the information together in her head. And that was why Dick was a bit hesitant to check on her, but decided to give in and talk to her, hoping she won’t cut him out, but when she yanked her hand he wasn’t sure if it was good idea anymore.

“I’m sorry, Dick. I didn’t mean to give you the air” she looked him into the eyes, cupping his cheek “It’s just an old habit. I know you care about me. I’m… I’m still learning how to be more… open with what I feel. And how to get past my… well, past” she chuckled lightly and it was the best view he could ever see.

“Trust me, I’m learning with you. “ he leaned into her touch “And I need you to know that I’m proud of you.”

“Proud?”

“For putting yourself out there. I know it’s hard.”

“Whatever you say, Mr Nightwing.” She punched his chest

“Is this how you wanna play now, Miss Y/N?” he grabbed her wrist and kissed each of her knuckles, simplicity and tenderness of this gesture making her melt.

“Can you hold me?” she burst out “I need to know you are real and not just a friction of my imagination”

“Come here” he opened his arms and she dived in without any inhibitions. “Real enough for you?”

“I love you, you fool.” She mumbled and he laughed wholeheartedly. She was really healing.

“I love you too Y/N. More and more every day. ”

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massivedrickhead · 7 months

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OMG HI HAPPY 2024!! missed your one shots

Anyway, how about prompt #14? Don’t have anything in mind but I know you’re gonna crush it, u always do🫶

Sorry this took so long for me to get to!

I've moved away from the bechloe & Sarah au, and I'll likely be sticking with just doing separate prompts at least until my inbox is cleared, as I can't think of a way to make these ones fit that au.

We're back with a little sprinkling of angst now, so I hope you like it!

14. “I don’t want you to be alone right now.”

Prompt taken from here.

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“Bec?”

Chloe’s voice was unexpected, and it caused Beca to snap out of her spiralling thoughts and face the doorway.

“Hey,” Beca said. Her voice was rough and tired, and she cleared her throat before she spoke again. “You didn’t have to come.”

Chloe shook her head as she took a seat in the chair at Beca’s bedside. “I’m still your emergency contact, of course I did. You shouldn’t be by yourself right now.”

Beca could see the concern in her ex-girlfriend’s eyes. Could see the tears that were shimmering in them, along with the barely contained panic.

Chloe needed to be there as much as Beca needed her there.

“Thank you,” Beca said. There was much more she wanted to say - much more she needed to say - but she didn’t have the energy to try and summon the words. The room was quiet, save for the repetitive beeps of Beca’s heart monitor, and all she wanted to do was close her eyes and sleep.

“They said you collapsed?” Chloe asked.

“Yeah,” Beca said. “Right in the middle of the office, so that’s fun for me.”

“No one came to the hospital with you?”

Beca scoffed. “It’s crunch time, I’m surprised they stopped for long enough to call an ambulance.”

They were silent for a little while before Chloe spoke up again. “Beca, are… are you sick again?”

Beca swiped her tongue across her chapped lips and cleared her throat again. “Yeah.”

“That’s why you ended things,” Chloe said, finally getting the answer to the question that had been plaguing her for months. She felt her throat get tight but she told herself she wouldn’t cry.

“It was so hard for you last time,” Beca said. “Taking care of me took so much out of you and I didn’t want to have to put you through it again. It’s… worse this time. The prognosis is worse and the treatment is going to be more intense. I couldn’t ask you to stick around and take care of me again.”

Chloe let out a shaky breath and furiously blinked away tears. “That should have been my decision to make,” she said.

“And I didn’t want you to have to make it,” Beca said. “I’m trying to protect you.”

“You can’t protect me from this,” Chloe said. “It’s too late, I’m already in love with you.”

“Chloe-”

“No,” Chloe said, “whatever you’re going to say, save it. I’m… God, Beca, I’m so mad at you. I’ve been confused and heartbroken for months, trying to figure out what I did wrong, and you’ve… You’ve been sick and alone.”

“It’s too much to ask you to take this on again,” Beca said, her head starting to hurt. “I can manage on my own, and you can have a full life.”

“I don’t want a life without you in it.”

“Well you’re shit out of luck then,” Beca snapped. “Because whether we’re together or not, mine is probably going to be a hell of a lot shorter than yours. You’re going to have to get used to me not being in your life eventually.”

It hit Chloe right in the chest, and she squeezed her eyes shut in a failed attempt to keep her tears at bay.

“I’m sorry,” Beca said, the anger gone from her voice now. “I’m sorry, I’m just… I’m tired. I’m tired and I don’t know what to do.”

Chloe quickly wiped her eyes and took hold of Beca’s hand. “I’m sorry too,” she said. “Please don’t push me away, Beca. I know it’s going to be hard, but I want to be with you, for however much time we have left. Whether it’s ten months or ten years, I want to spend them with you.”

“I’m too tired to keep fighting you on this,” Beca said. “I don’t have it in me.”

“Then don’t fight me,” Chloe said. “Beca, if you think I’m capable of walking away from you right now then you don’t know me at all. I told you all those years ago that I am in this with you, and I’m telling you the same thing now.”

“Okay,” Beca said after a long pause. She sounded tired, but also relieved. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” Chloe said. “So much.”

“I’m so tired. It’s… it’s been really hard,” Beca said. Tears slipped out of her eyes and down her cheeks.

“I know,” Chloe said. She moved closer to the bed so she could brush the hair from Beca’s face. “I wish you’d called me, I wish I’d known about this sooner, but I’m here now. I’m here and I’m not going anywhere.”

They sat in silence for a little while longer while they waited for Beca’s doctor. It didn’t take long for her to fall asleep, and when she did Chloe finally let out the tears she’d been holding in.

Taking care of Beca the last time she’d been sick had been hard for both of them, and she couldn’t imagine how much harder it was about to get. But she meant what she said, and she wouldn’t be going anywhere. She would be by Beca’s side no matter what.

It was early evening when Beca’s doctor finally came by to see them. She’d been dozing on and off for the best part of an hour and was starting to feel restless.

“Okay Beca,” he said, reading her chart when he entered the room. “We’ve got your results back and you’re good to go.” He looked up and spotted Chloe. “Oh, hello Chloe. I didn’t expect to see you.” He looked back at Beca. “You finally told her then?”

“Yeah,” Beca said, glancing at Chloe who squeezed her hand in response.

“Good, because this whole trying to do everything on your own and running yourself ragged isn’t going to work anymore,” he said. “You need to rest, eat well, drink water, and come to all of your appointments.”

“She will,” Chloe said. “Is that why she collapsed?”

“In a nutshell, yes,” he said. “Dehydration, low blood sugar, etc. You can’t keep going the way you’ve been going. Looking after yourself is your full-time job now, do you hear?”

“Sure,” Beca said, knowing it wasn’t really as simple as that. “I hear you. So I can go home?”

“You can go home,” he said. He looked at Chloe. “Rest, food, water, appointments.”

“Understood,” Chloe said. “I’ll keep on top of it.”

“This is why I didn’t tell you,” Beca muttered as a nurse began removing her IV. “I feel like I’m getting told off by a teacher.”

“I mean technically you are,” Chloe said with a small smirk. “I am a teacher, I’m just not yours.”

Her legs were still shaky as she got off the bed, and she took hold of Chloe’s arm when she offered it.

“Thanks,” she said.

“Let’s get you home. What do you want for dinner?”

“I’m not really hung-”

“Did you listen to any of what the doctor just said?”

“Sorry,” Beca said with a sigh. “I feel kinda nauseous still.”

It was Chloe’s turn to sigh now, though it wasn’t out of frustration. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I know you aren’t trying to be difficult. How about that chicken noodle soup I used to make?”

“Yeah,” Beca said. “That sounds good. Thank you.”

They made their way back to Chloe’s car, and she cranked up the heat as soon as she turned on the engine, hoping to stop Beca from shivering.

“Where do you want to go, your place or mine?” Chloe asked.

Beca thought about her untidy apartment, the one she’d moved into after she ended things with Chloe. It was cold, in a fairly bad neighbourhood, and was only partially furnished.

She thought back to the home she’d once shared with Chloe and her heart ached for it.

Beca opened her mouth to answer but closed it again.

She knew what she wanted. She knew where she wanted to go, and who she wanted to be with, but she stopped herself. She didn’t even know what they were yet. They loved each other, sure, but was that enough to repair the damage she’d done? Chloe said she’d look after her, but that wasn’t the same thing as being in a relationship again.

“Bec?”

“You don’t have to do this,” Beca said, feeling like a broken record but also feeling like she couldn’t not say it.

“Beca,” Chloe said with a sigh. “I thought we’d moved past this.”

“I hurt you,” Beca said. “I know that. I don’t want you to feel like you can’t be mad, or that you’ve got no choice but to stick around, just because I’m sick.”

“Do you want me to be here?”

“Yes,” Beca said, “but-”

“Do you want to get back together?”

“More than anything.”

“Then why are we still talking about this?” Chloe asked, feeling exasperated but also slightly panicked. She just got Beca back in her life, and she was terrified about what would happen if she couldn’t talk her back from the ledge.

“Because I don’t deserve it,” Beca said. “I don’t deserve your forgiveness or kindness. I don’t deserve you.”

“So I get punished because you feel guilty? I have to be without the woman I love because you think you don’t deserve me? Yes, Beca, you hurt me and I was mad, but not mad enough that I wouldn’t want to be with you. You’re acting like I’m some kind of saint. Like I’m doing all of this out of the goodness of my heart, but it isn’t that at all.”

“Then what is it?”

“I’m in love with you, and I want to be with the person I love,” Chloe said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I want to take care of you and help you get better because I want to be with you. I’m not doing this out of guilt or a sense of obligation. I don’t know how many more times you need me to say that I’m here because I want to be here.”

“Maybe just one more time?” Beca asked, causing a smile to finally break across Chloe’s face.

“I love you,” Chloe said, cupping Beca’s face in her hand. “We’ve already wasted too much time being apart. I don’t want to waste anymore.”

Beca swallowed and closed her eyes, her forehead coming to rest against Chloe’s.

“I love you too,” she said. “And I’m sorry. For everything.”

“I know,” Chloe said, pressing a soft kiss against her forehead. “I’ll ask again, where do you want to go?”

“Can… Can I come home?”

Chloe’s smile grew. “I would really, really like that.”

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FEMME-READER | FLUFF | Size regression

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Run to You

By no means was Jeonghan out of shape or weak. He was known to be able to pull great athletic feats and have seemingly endless energy out of nowhere when the time arose. But most times, his stamina was short and he’d more than often rather be asleep, surviving on too much caffeine from a stream of never ending iced americano and his responsibility to you; his hyper little angel. And, God, did you like to keep him on his toes.

Thankfully, he wasn’t completely alone in looking after you, making sure you got out all your zoomies before bedtime. Every so often, he’d call up his dongsaengs and set up a playdate with a little who was sure to tire you out.

“Thanks, Jihoon-ah. Really… I love my little gremlin but I don't know how you handle yours.”, Jeonghan chuckled into his cell, pulling his lip between his teeth as he leaned back to peek around the corner, making sure you were still where he left you. The only time you seemed to sit still was when you were sitting in front of the television with your favorite snack.

Ending the call with a small smile, he finished getting his bag together, making sure his baby would have anything you could possibly need and some you didn’t for your afternoon at the park. When you were finished eating, he began the long process of chasing you around, yelling after your giggles that were surely insanity, and making sure you were ready in your play clothes. And he still had to figure out how to get ready himself. All the while, running in circles, he reminded himself that the pay off would be well worth it.

“Okay, angel. Up.”, Jeonghan shook his hair out of his eyes, tossing his bag over his shoulder with a huff and held his arms out. He enjoyed this part, trying not to grin at the way your face always lit up.

“Uppies!!”, you giggled, running toward his arms so he could lift you and prop you on his hip with a drawn-out groan as he straightened his back. Thank god it was only you around, he’d have to admit he was getting old.

“We are gonna go get Appa a coffee before we stop at the park. Think you can manage?”, he chuckled, carrying you out the door.

“Uh-huh! Can I hab a strawberry milk again?”, you asked, twirling and curling his soft, black hair around your fingers as he walked you down the hall.

None of his friends could ever understand why Jeonghan constantly ignored their advice. Especially when he so frequently, and annoyingly, one might add, complained about being tired and having a broken back. You were perfectly capable of feeding yourself, walking on your own, drinking from a cup, yet still, Jeonghan wouldn't hear of letting you do a single thing on your own. Sometimes he wondered if he needed you more than you needed him. Couldn’t he just find that in taking care of any of his dongsaengs? No. In fact, he’d rather die. (A joke of course). It was just you. The bond he had with you, the desire to be needed by you, to care for you, couldn’t be replicated in any way. He enjoyed helping you escape, wholeheartedly. You so greatly deserved it.

“You want more sugar? Didn’t Appa let you have cereal for breakfast because you didn’t want eggs?”, he asked, though there was no way he’d say ‘no’ to you. Not in the end anyways.

“I want cereal because Uncle Shuji says Appa cooking is stinky!!” You corrected him quite blatantly with a giggle. Cooking was not one of his many talents, he had to accept that. Still hurt, though.

Sighing with a shake of his head, he put you down in the elevator. After pressing the button for the ground floor, he made sure his wallet was in his pocket, you only wanted to lose that once and Mingyu had lost his enough times for all thirteen of them. Then Jeonghan held his arms out for you again once the elevator door dinged and opened. Not a single smile nor pout for him? So much for ‘your face always lit up’ when he called for you. Maybe he really did need you more than you needed him.

“Can we run to the shop, Appa?”, you asked innocently. Ah, there it was. Your head was always more in space than he could ever imagine it to be. Malicious was not a word in your vocabulary, even when it came to criticisms on his cooking. Your intentions were simple and pure.

Still, frowning at your rejection, Jeonghan looked out the elevator doors, trying to imagine the path to the shop. It was only a couple minutes down the road but he’d likely be chasing after you most of the day anyways.

“How about you save all your energy for Soonyoung-ah, yeah? You little boogers can run your hearts out when we get to the park.”, He prayed for mercy and thankfully, you complied.

With their busy schedules you only got to meet with Soonyoung, sometimes Mingyu, maybe once or twice a month at most. And exactly as he hoped, each time you’d fall asleep not long after he picked you up to carry you home for the evening. You’d be much more docile and cuddly the next couple of days once you’d tired yourself out. The little demon they called Hoshi always managed to be the best outlet for letting out all of your energy.

Jeonghan watched and chatted with you fondly as you pointed out little things during your walk to the park, picking up a rock you deemed was special or spotting a puppy on the streets around you. After stopping for a coffee and that strawberry milk, the two of you made it to your destination fairly quickly. Thankfully, Jihoon always agreed to meet closer to home so Jeonghan wouldn’t have to worry about traveling with you. Though maybe not so lucky for him when dealing with Hoshi.

“Appa~” you complained, sitting on the park bench hand-in-hand in front of the playground “when will Hoonie Soonie get heree??”

“‘Hoonie Soonie’, huh?” Jeonghan logged that one with a snicker before squinting at a Jihoon shaped man in baggy clothes, not that he was dressed much differently, “Oh, there-“

“HORANGHAEEE!!” You squealed, your hand tearing from Jeonghan’s as you ran excitedly across the playground to crash into Hoshi who bounced around with you, more than happy to match, even double your energy. Jeonghan was surprised he was able to dress the kid in two separate articles of clothing. Though it was just a T-shirt and overalls, most of the time it was a battle to get him out of his tiger onesie at all.

The two of you immediately took off in a game of tag while Jihoon found his spot next to Jeonghan, sighing as he leaned back as they watched their little ones, finally able to relax a little now that his little tiger was occupied. But maybe he jinxed himself. An hour full of giggles and squeals later, both you and Hoshi ran up to the bench giggling and covering your mouths.

“Appa…look what I found!” you moved your little hand from behind your back, opening your fist to show a particularly interesting shaped woodchip. After staring at it for a moment, not quite sure how he was meant to react, glancing at Jihoon who had no answer for him, he had no choice but to wing it.

“Wah… can Appa take a closer look? Where’d you find this, Angel? While you were playing by the slide?” Jeonghan smiled a bit too wide, convincing you that you were laying him right into the palm of your hand.

“We found it and this boy tried to-” Hoshi’s mouth was quickly covered by your free hand. Nothing suspicious at all. Jeonghan cracked a genuine smile, his little miss bossy pants.

“Isn’t it cool?? You can have it if you and Hoonie come play with us! But you have to chase us and then we get to chase you!!” You revealed your grand plan. Now how could they say no.

Victoriously, you pulled and tugged on Jeonghan’s sleeve, giggling as you urged him to get up quickly. Hoshi already had Jihoon up who was bickering and cursing under his breath, as expected. The only thing that finally freed them from endlessly circling the playground that seemed a bit too small for two grown men was Jihoon’s suggestion to get food. He knew his little rascal would be hungry sooner or later.

“I want bread! Bread! Bread!” Hoshi chanted, bouncing along as the four of you walked back to the bench to fetch your bags.

“What did we talk about? Real food. You can't just eat bread.” Jihoon threw his bag over his shoulder and held out his hand for the pouting tiger.

“Appa, I want bread too.” you whispered into his ear once Jeonghan picked you up and propped you on his hip again.

“Bread it is!” Jeonghan sometimes gave in a little too easily, but once you had your mind set, it was the path of least resistance. Of course insisting you ate something more nutritious before you could have your bread wasn’t totally giving in.

After dining in at a small restaurant nearby and making sure their two little ones had full tummies, Jeonghan and Jihoon were dragged back to the playground where they’d take part in all of your silly games. This time you and Hoshi were wild animals, a tiger and a bunny, the explorers had to catch in order to stop the end of the world. ‘How or why was the world ending’, you ask? They had no idea.

“That one looks like a fishy!” you pointed at the clouds passing overhead as you lay in Jeonghan’s lap.

The four of you had finally taken a rest on the green, more shaded area outside the playground after Jeonghan almost got on his knees to beg you. Cloud watching could be a pretty fun activity too. Especially on a random afternoon with your Appa and a full tummy at the park.

“That one looks like a tiger!!” Hoshi called out once he finished rolling across the grass back to your little group after attempting to do somersaults a safe distance from Jihoon’s head..

“Yah.. you can't call every cloud you see a tiger.” Jihoon lifted his head from the ground to see the cutest little hamster-like pout.

“Can too.” Hoshi grumbled, flopping on top of his Appa with a thud that had both you and Jeonghan cringing as Jihoon groaned.

“Yea that's enough. You obviously have more energy. I'm gonna go chase him around a bit more before it gets late. Comin’?” Jihoon asked Jeonghan while he sat Hoshi up and straightened out his clothes.

“I think we’re still cloud watching, aren't we Angel?” he smiled, brushing your hair out of your face as if he wasn’t begging for mercy telepathically and hoping you could hear him.

“Still watchin’! That one looks like Uncle Cheolie!!” you giggled.

Following your finger Jeonghan laughed to himself when he spotted the oddly shaped cloud, not quite sure how you’d come to that conclusion. Snapping a picture, he’d be sure to tease him about it later.

The breeze was hitting just right, a gentle wind sweeping through his hair as he watched you watching the sky, Hoshi’s laughter and Jihoon’s squabbling, even the hustle and bustle of the city outside was distant and somehow pleasant. The sun slowly began to lower in the sky, orange pinks, blues, purple and orange blooming through the fluffs of clouds above. Jeonghan’s eyes closed as he took a long, deep breath, opening them again before he dozed off. Much like the sweet, sleepy thing resting now in his lap.

“Asleep already?” Jihoon laughed, picking up his bag from the ground and adjusting Hoshi who he had on his back.

“Too tired to walk?”

“You’re right. But it works every time.” they grinned.

“Same time next week?” Jeonghan pulled you into his arms and stood up with his things, your head finding its home on his shoulder.

A hopeful sentiment really. It was more likely they wouldn't have another playdate for weeks to come. But they’d enjoy the payoff of this one while they had the chance. Jeonghan, tired and achy limbs and all, would still take the long way home as the light left the sky so he could hold his hyper little angel, asleep in his arms, just a little longer.

🧸Endnote: HAPPY HANNIE DAY!! And happy late bday to me! [1001] Three-year-old size regression validation written for those littles who have deep childhood trauma and need help getting back safely. Also bc if Jeonghan actually tried to pick me up his twig paper mache bones would literally… 😭 wah anyways. I know i'll be very busy for the month of ocotober, i would like to be able to work on and post maybe a short halloween headcanon or drabble with Admin II so keep your eye out for that <3 ~ 🐶🐰🍓

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HOLY CRAP THAT WAS SO GOOD AND YOU WROUGHT IT OUT IN SUCH A SHORT PERIOD OF TIME ALSO YES LYNEY STICKING OUT HIS RING IS ADORABLE

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Thank you have a good day

-Pepper 🫑 anon

Hehe thanks, honestly I happened to be in a lee! Lyney mood. Plus ever since the rainbow rose incident I'm hyped for it. Thank u for requesting and its totally fine! Be rude as u may! I will feel bad If I leave my anons alone. I'm still learning how tickle blogs even work hehehe.

Anyway enjoy this gift as well. I'll have properly organise anon asks and even fics in my next post so stand by guys.

Enjoyyy~

Never underestimate the greatest magician of fontaine

This is too cute <lil Aether's reaction!>

It's hard for Aether to concentrate on his commisons when he felt eyes have been hovering over him behind his back.

Was it an enemy? Not even Piamon sense such a hawk eye vision under him. Like the spotlight of attention.

He heard Paimon saying something about eating at the restaurant since she got a monstrous appetite.

She proceeded ahead while Aether counted his mora with a slight grimace. Still, who is he to deny a Paimon. Then, upon the arrival, he watched Paimon corner herself with piles of macaroons and fonta. The sweet tooth seemed to tempt even Aether to eat some, though he wanted specifically hungry. Paimon stuffed her face saying something with filled up cheeks.

His gaze shifted to the corner, where he felt himself being watched once again. Its nerve wrecking.

They were at a peaceful corner completely invisible to the crowd except the waitress.

Maybe he was paranoid. There's no way someone was that keen to see him, if that's the case they could approach him.

"Paimons gonna order seconds and something spicy for sure"

"H-hey, control yourself and consider the expenses at least"

She waved off. "Fine, fine Paimon will be careful"

She was off, and he sighed, but it was short-lived when a touch of warm breath reached his ear he flinched away. "Well, fancy seeing you here, Aether."

Struggling to look up, the figure sat back down, and it was no doubt Lyney the magician. How did he get here? He could've sworn Lyney wasn't in this restaurant before. He really is a magician.

"Hey, Lyney, didn't expect to see you hear, what's up?"

It's almost as if he asked a penalty question, and Lyney snickered adorably "Why indeed? I just want to pay off a debt I couldn't repay"

"O-Oh, who would that be?"

"You"

Huh? What debt? And was he really expecting payment from Lyney-

"Eek!" He almost shrieked when cold fingers grabbed his bare sides. Thankfully, for Aether, nobody heard it through the loud chatters of other gentlemen. He let out a sigh of wavery relief now.

Hissing desperately, he grabbed those wrists. "N-not hehehere Lyney... I thohohought-!"

"You thought what? I'll not get revenge at the times you least expect?" He manage to break free from the traveller's hold only to pinch his exposed belly.

This drove Aether nuts as he leaned back against the chair, evading those cruel fingers.

Paimon is sure taking her time ordering, and that was suspicious enough, tho that was the least of his worries. He knew Lyney would get revenge, but to come all the way here stalking him and surprising him is a bit much.

"You sure one to talk considering how you keep your sensitive spots in the open"

"Thahahat ihihis wehehell -Ahaha Lynehehehey! Yohohohou!"

There were some suspicious looks in their directions, and it was certainly brief, but Lyney had to stop and avoid getting attention. He took a mere look back only to see Paimon and Lynette having a bargain of their own.

Those two sure have a lot to talk about... Lyney thought with a wry smile.

"Ahahalright thahahats enohohohough!"

In a sudden twist of fate Aether was able to reach over and tickle Lyney's armpits who squeaked in surprise.

"Nohohot thehehere!"

"Like I sahahaid, you were asking for it"

Seems he was more ticklish, but he had to reach for Aethers' sides again just to stop him momentarily.

Though they had a secure corner they were all struggling an evenly matched war. Aether seemed to be having a bit of an advantage with Lyney's sensitivity although he had exposed his vulnerable sides as a price. He felt his own cheeks blush from the thrill.

Lyney being beneath soon pushed forward only to tickle back his ear, which he deduced was sensitive since the beginning.

It was a bit of a wave change as Aether suddenly shrilled, making them both stop from that startled sound.

The crowd definitely heard that but they couldn't tell who it was. They all turned around, even Aether blushed hard while closing his mouth.

Lyney pursed his trembling lips, the cute sound was too hilarious that he lowered his head to hide the giggles.

"Not fair!" He growled now, nudging his side till he flinched away from the playful touch. He shook his head now. "Sohorry thahat sound was... -ahahaha oh my gohohod, I gotta rehehehember thihis"

"I thought I told you guys to talk, not mess around with each other" the calm tone of Lynette made them both look up.

Aether sighed. "No wonder, you distracted Paimon, thanks for indulging her"

She smiled cordially, "sure"

Lyney sighed now wiping a tear "If we actuallt had an all out tickle war I'd straight go for the ear"

Frowned as he felt embarrassed, he huffed "Yeah well don't forget you made a similar noise to your thighs so... don't get cocky"

Chuckling at their game play, Lynette watched Paimon arrived with a large serve of meals in each palm. She tossed to the table now gasping in delight "Man this is Paimon's best day ever!"

Lyney anxiously turned to his sister "Uh, sis... might I ask who's paying for all that?"

She casually took out his wallet now, without any proper expression to tease him further, "You, of course... your the magician here"

His heart clutches now, graoning "oh fine"

Aether patted his shoulder with assurance. "Let's split the cost, I kinda owe you too"

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Btw I hope u don't mind it, I made it a switch because... I'm kinda lee!lyney obsessed, hehehe

Thank u everyone enjoy this!

Ding ding~

#tickle fic #cute #romantic #aether x lyney #lee!aether #ler!lyney #lee!lyney #ler!aether #genshin impact tickle #genshin impact

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Time in life when it was simple yet never the best of us.

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Time in life when it was simple yet never the best of us.

Wesley Evers, the guy that defended the crimes that he felt weren’t committed. He was also the wealthy lawyer that refused to allow his mother to help him out. Growing up he never saw everyone in black and white. In school he purposely tried to disappoint his mother, he wanted to be the black sheep. He never understood the concept of well income families being better than the lower. He never cared about the money, he never wanted a career the best law program, the best lawyer company based on who his family was. He wanted to earn his spot on his own merits. A concept his family never understood. When I graduated I purposely picked the farthest school from my family, I honestly considered changing the last name but too much effort.

Wesley was a defense attorney he was based in LA, he was one of the defense lawyers the Wilshire station used when a cop got themselves into a sticky situation. Wesley had those cops on speed dial it helped his reputation. Grey knew he was able to call day or night, and I’d hope out of bed and be restless and do my job. Being in LA the last few years; Wesley had reinvaded his life. He came off a broken engagement; purposely. He was guilty for the fallout; he was guilty for hurting Monica, for forcing her to end it. Truth was instead of being honest with myself, about how I didn’t love her enough to say I do, I felt like she liked the name Evers, what my family’s money the last name could do for her. Which is why I opt from allowing any of my dates from knowing who I am, the evers name. It opens doors but at what cost?

I cheated why? Because I knew it would be the straw that broke her; force her hand to toss the diamond in my direction. Wesley liked helping people but when it came to dating he was a massive mess. Wesley decided his energy was best put into his career, he was just stepping out of his car, the expensive one, the only black expensive car he wanted in his life; but he did buy on his own. He had his briefcase in hand as he was preparing for a debriefing here at the station, a kid was wrongly accused of stealing, when it shows it was only because the manager of the store was unwilling to work with him, give him the money he owed the young idiot. He was near the food trucks where the cops of LAPD tended to hang out on their off shifts or a lunch break, when he barely felt the movement. “ Greg” He called as he felt the way my case fell, and I felt wobbly on my feet. My own client was the one what I felt ambushed me. As I got a handle on myself; Wesley spotted the boy running away with his flies; his case. Panic arose as he glanced to the two cops.

“ Help, he just took my flies.” My flies, eyeing the younger male as he already had his hand on the gun and made a beeline after my idiot client. Stressful on my part. As for the brunette; she felt familiar yet I had no idea how. She wasn’t a client right? Brows pushed together; as he eyed her. “ Are you just gonna stand on your ass or will you do your damn job?” I asked more so out of annoyance; or was I about to go man hunting for my own client.

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CHAD MEEKS—MARTIN / summer prompts 🍋

A/N: a lot more people voted for him on my poll this time around and…I’m finally getting around to doing it lol. My list is kinda lengthy for this summer so bear with me. Nothing too fancy or long but Chad’s got some heart eyes for a certain someone. Also doesn’t it bother anyone that they didn’t make “Meeks” the last name since it just flows better? Chad Martin-Meeks is way better but who tf am I? Im also picturing Morgana Van Peebles’ character from the film “You’re killing me” as Mindy’s new love interest + Andrew Spach as Alex — s/o to lifetime 😆

*GIF BELONGS TO: @scream-source

PROMPTS used from this list: 1. Violent mosquito killing claps + 2. “wanna walk on the boardwalk?”

WARNINGS: language, a derogatory term is mentioned, lots of insect talk and I think that’s it!

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Maya Evans wasn’t much of a lake person but…she was basically bullied to be here! She had Mindy Meeks-Martin to thank for that, being out here at her and Chad’s grandparent’s lake house up in the outskirts of New York was not originally how she was going to tend to the beginning of her summer.

Mindy remembers asking, “What’re you gonna do the entire summer? Shield that pretty face away from humanity inside this apartment?”

“Kinda,” Maya blinks at the short haired twenty year old.

Mindy scoffs, “I don’t think so! you’re coming with us. You need vitamin D and hopefully I’ll get you the other D from one of our not so bad looking neighbors, who mentioned he would also be there.”

Maya groans at the alluding to the overall cringe-ness of her sex life. If they were going to be on vacation, she wasn’t worried about getting laid when she did quite well if she did say so herself.

“I don’t care about any of that. I’m not going.”

“Yes you are.”

“Nooo, I’m not.”

“Yes!”

“No, Melinda!”

A glare was instantly formed on Mindy’s face since Maya loved to challenge her, even when they were children, they could bicker for hours (especially when Mindy had one of her bright adventurous ideas) until one of the two would crack. Most of the time Maya had lack of energy to keep up with Mindy but that didn’t mean she couldn’t hold her own for awhile.

Yet she still ended up here, laying out on the docks, arms up and shielding the sun from completely burning that face of hers, while she allowed the rest of the sun to add to the redness undertone of her melanin. Maya knew she could fall asleep out here, hearing the light splashing from Tara as she sneakily tried to tip Sam over from the floaty.

The birds were chirping away and she could hear the motor of a boat not too far away in the distance of the lake. It was soothing enough, don’t get Maya wrong but she preferred to be somewhere underneath the AC but Mindy and her new fling, Kendra ruined that in one of the bedrooms.

So she was out here, ignoring Chad who also managed to get out of the house minutes before Maya witnessed the horrors of his twin’s actions, long limbs stretched out on the trampoline that his legs where hanging off the circular springboard, phone lightly held up to his sunglasses covered eyes.

“Hey Bigfoot, need some sunscreen for those legs!?” Maya called out to Chad on her why by, his head lolling to watch her.

Chad responds, “Haha, I forgot how unfunny you are.”

“What?” Maya holds her arms out as she walks backwards to the water, “I’d sell out comedy shows.”

Chad is sitting up on his elbows now, “More like you’ll need a hazmat suit for the tomatoes heading straight your way, babe.”

“Don’t call me babe.”

“Okay,” Chad smirks, “whatever you want, honey.”

With a roll of her eyes, Maya flicks her own sunglasses back over her brown hues and spins around to continue back in her path. It had been about forty-five minutes since Maya decided to give Mindy and Kendra their space by dipping her feet into the water, actually taking a swim with Tara and Sam—although she hated big bodies of water, she’ll be a dead bitch swimming if she didn’t insist on Chad teaching her how to better swim, weeks before they came out here, unknowing that she would be forced to attend.

Of course that didn’t really matter since there was a tragedy that surrounded Maya’s slight fear of water. Long story short: she watched her dad drown at the beach when she was like nine, right after he was testing her swimming abilities after he taught her in a community pool back home. She got out of the island water once it started to drizzle and sat down next to her mom to have some sandwiches until a typhoon hit, killing him and seven others that were still in the water.

Which is why she probably spent maybe only five minutes in the water with Tara and Sam before she got back on the dock to soak up the sun, like her dear friend Mindy wanted.

A clapping sound echoed through the air, waking Maya from her approaching slumber. She tucked her chin to see Tara rubbing at her neck with all eyes on her.

“You okay, girl?” Maya asks the doe eyed twenty-one year old.

Tara nods, “yeah, just a stupid bug.”

Maya nods before resting back on her towel, staring up at the sky with purple clouds, which was a nice contrast of the rising summer to what you’re typically used to seeing. This also meant the evening would be around in a few hours or so.

“Ow! Fuck this.”

Maya hears, she pulls her head back, eyeing Chad upside down, who is scrambling off the trampoline, shoving his feet into his sandals before beginning to trudge up the incline towards the home.

A laugh bubbles in her throat just as she hears the same from the girls in the water.

Sam comments with her own head thrown back, hair tossed up into a bun, floating around with her arms out wide, “Weak pain tolerance.”

Which wasn’t necessarily true considering how much they’ve been tossed around and stabbed! But it was always a little fun to pick at each other from time to time, that’s what friends do.

Come on people, it’s satire!

“Oh is that what you’re into?”

“Shut up, Tara.”

A buzzing sound is dangerously close to Maya’s ear that she flinches once she actually feels the insect touch her skin. She swatting at her ear in annoyance and just hopes it didn’t make its way down into her eardrum and decide to lay eggs on her brain or anything like that. Bugs didn’t bother her too much, she was one of those kids that had a ant farm and happily wrote that she wanted to be a Entomologist when she got older—despite the kids that gave her shit for it.

She wasn’t a fan of people who had a lot to say about her character without spending the time to get to know her. Maya wasn’t much of a shit-talker, only to Chad of course! But most of time she liked to keep to herself and not pay anyone any mind. It wasn’t until a nine year old Mindy walked straight up to her in fifth grade to sit right beside her, forcing her twin brother Chad to sit on the other side of Maya since the spot next to Mindy was already filled.

The Meeks-Martin twins made the fifth grade survivable and Maya was always grateful for their friendship. Even when Chad started acting like a butt-hole once he made the team sophomore year. Then he started dating Liv—you know what? You probably don’t want to hear all that, just know that no matter what, if the earth suddenly collapsed and the apocalypse was officially here and if ghostface decided to appear from the shadows again, nothing would really keep Maya from being friends with Mindy or Chad.

They were locked in, just like a insect on your ass. That was probably the worse analogy so maybe white on rice was better? Unless you burn your rice! You get it though, neither of the trio planned on ending their friendships in the long run. They planned to get old together with all the fight they have instilled in them.

Back to the point…what was the point?

Oh yeah, this.

A clap to Maya’s skin, had her sitting up now. Her knee cap is stinging and it must have been loud enough since the chatter between the two siblings in the water has them eyeing her now.

“You good over there?” Sam asks but that burning sensation on Maya’s skin was not pleasant.

Could it be that she just just slapped herself too hard? She thought the latter as a ring of a welt immediately began to form on her skin. Was this some sort of allergic reaction? Not likely but a smidge possible since her mother became a worry wart after Maya’s father passed so they knew most of what she was allergic to. Mrs. Evans eventually was diagnosed with hypochondriasis after being forced to seek help from her nurse maternal grandmother, who ended up taking Maya underneath her wing for a few months in her late elementary years then again from the sixth to seventh grade.

You know, good ‘ol tragedy always has something to say and of course Maya hated that.

Maya seemed to zone out for a bit, making Sam sit up in the floaty, sending a look to Tara who was already swimming her way over to the braided girl.

“Maya.” Tara gently said, reaching a careful hand out to her.

The welt was formed into a circle, almost like a stab wound she was used to seeing not only on herself but also her friends. It was the clapping that brought Maya out of her daze, blinking rapidly as she felt her eyelashes become moist.

The sound came from Sam who scrunched up her face and flicked her hands about, “Got that bastard! Ugh don’t tell me the bugs are gonna be bad out here.”

They’ve only been out here for a full day now, the group getting here late last night and scurried off to their rooms for a good nights rest. The afternoon settled on them all quite quickly and they’ve all been fine not seeing the bugs…until now.

Tara asks after turning her gaze away from Sam, “Hey, are you okay? We sorta lost you for a second there.”

“I’m fine.” Maya mutters, glancing at the mark once more but it doesn’t seem like she believes that herself.

Tara doesn’t but dips her head while she scoops her damp bangs further away from her forehead. Her eyes briefly follow Maya’s rising anxiety filled eyes towards her knee and Tara doesn’t realize she’s getting closer to peer at the mark as well.

“Shit, that looks like it hurts.” Slips out of her mouth before she registers it.

Maya blinks, looking back at Tara who meets her stare, “so you see it too?”

“Yeah I see it, it’s hard not to miss. Are you sure you’re okay? And no bullshit, be honest with me.” Tara’s tone is firm but cautious, knowing how it felt to be constantly questioned when you’re not a hundred percent sure what was happening in the first place.

Maya also slips, “like you being honest about you and Chad?”

“What?” Tara frowns.

Maya chews down on her bottom lip, “It’s nothing. I don’t know why I said that.”

“Yeah right,” Tara scoffs, “maybe it’s the sun getting to your head.”

“Or maybe it’s these fucking mosquitoes!” Maya finds herself erupting a bit as she scratches at the back of her neck now.

Tara watches Maya curiously as the twenty-one year old starts to look around. She doesn’t say anything yet as Maya snatches her shorts to the right of her and pushes up to stand.

“Maya—

Tara starts but Maya is grabbing her towel and holds up a hand, “I’m gonna head in,” she stares out into the scenery of the water and trees, “and maybe you and Sam should too.”

And Tara watches Maya almost jog off the dock and away from what was troubling her.

“Sam,” Tara calls out as she watches Maya disappear into the house, ready to tell her sister that something was up.

Back inside the much cooler home, Maya still can’t find the relief in that as she rummages through the fridge, mumbling to herself until she yells, “where’s the fucking ice in this house?!”

“Whoa, hey. What’s going on?”

Maya doesn’t answer Chad as she’s now scratching at her thigh and slams the fridge shut.

“I thought you said this fridge had a awesome ice maker inside of it, how awesome is it if there’s no ice?!” Maya mocks and yells at Chad who carefully places his phone on the counter.

Mindy strolls into the kitchen all grins and full of after glow as she says, “What’s up, pretty people? Not you Chad.”

“Nice, Mindy. Real nice.” Chad is sarcastic before they turn their attention back to Maya who is now holding her forehead.

Mindy shushes the taller male as she asks, “what’s the matter?”

“There’s no fucking ice!”

“Whoa! That tone was a lot,” Mindy informs Maya who begins pacing now, “there’s some in cooler on the floor next to the counter on the left there. I forgot to turn on the ice maker this morning so we have to wait a few more hours before the ice really starts to kick in.”

However Maya doesn’t even go to the mentioned cooler with wheels, she’s still pacing and rubbing at her hive covered thighs.

Mindy side eyes Chad, “what happened while Kendra and I were inside?”

“I didn’t do anything!” Chad lifts his shoulders, “I swear.”

Kendra huffs before she bites into a pear she plucks off the bowl on the counter, “Well something happened because she’s acting very r-word right now.”

Mindy and Chad both hardened their stares at Mindy’s new lover.

Mindy is quick to move herself from the brown skinned girl with Mother Nature braids, “The fuck did you just say?”

“Yeah hell no, you might as well pack your bags. If you thought you were welcomed before, you’re definitely not now.” Chad stands up straight as Kendra looks puzzled at their reactions.

“What did I say?”

“You know exactly what you said,” Chad glares, “and the way you felt so comfortable to just say that, shows you’re problematic.”

“Absolutely disgusting. I can’t believe I let you eat—

Chad gags, “Don’t finish that sentence.”

“Whatever, clearly you guys aren’t my kind of people and take things too seriously.” Kendra replies as she peeks over at Maya, “Good luck with that over there.”

Mindy starts charging at the shorter girl who is walking away but Chad yanks Mindy back by her shirt telling her, “she’s not worth it and I been told you she’s not the one.”

She yanks herself away from Chad and sighs, “I know and she’s long forgotten and won’t be mentioned ever again, got it?”

“Deal.”

They both shake on that before they turn back to Maya who seems to be zoning out again. Chad rests his hands on the counter and gently says, “Maya babe, tell us what’s wrong so we can help.”

“Didn’t I say to not call me that, Prince Chad?” Maya also bites, knowing that nickname actually irritated her friend just as much as “babe” irritated Maya.

A twitch of smile threatens to appear on Chad’s lips but he holds back because of the jab she also just threw at him.

“Well how else am I supposed to get your attention if you’re not communicating with us, Hm?” Chad rests his cheek into his balled up fist.

Maya rolls her eyes again, “by shutting up and letting me think.”

“You might be doing too much of that, sis.” Mindy remarks with a sigh.

A small silence hits the kitchen but Maya picks up on what’s behind it. That buzzing sound that makes her itch at her aggravated knee and a clapping sound made by Mindy makes her zero in on the attack.

“What’d you do that for?!” Chad rubs at his bare shoulder while Mindy scrunches up her nose, before moving around to wash her hands.

Mindy says over her shoulder, “there was a mosquito ready to take your blood and I handled it. You’re welcome!”

“I think it might already have,” Chad answers, pinching at his skin and Maya can see from where she stands that his skin was swelling and turning pink.

They’ve all had lots of scars on their bodies due to growth and of course the trauma of running for their lives but this felt different and Maya wasn’t sure how to explain that. It’s like the feeling deep in your gut that’s aching and rolling like the waves of a storm in the sea, hinting at you that something was wrong.

Although, Maya seemed to be the only one feeling like this and was beginning to wonder if that was just her own mother’s worries running through her blood. Normally that wouldn’t be…so why was now dissimilar?

“Hey, whatever is it I’m sure we can figure it out.” Maya hears Chad saying to her, he’s standing in front of her now, back leaning against the counter with one hand reaching out to caress a thumb against the inside of her wrist.

It was one of the sensations that seemed to calm her down; especially back when they were kids. He hasn’t done that in awhile but it seems to battle against the nagging itch she’s feeling.

Mindy’s usually the quick thinker out of three, also the out-loud thinker when it comes to it. There’s no such thing as only thinking to yourself when it comes to Mindy Meeks-Martin. When she faces the two, Chad seems to let go of Maya’s wrist and she turns to exit the kitchen; pass the kitchen table and towards the window by the front door.

“Okay you guys were outside, I was inside having a grand time, there we no screams—well—that you guys are aware of but most of you were in the water. Were you in the water, Chad?”

“Nah, wasn’t really feeling it today.”

“So that leaves Sam, tara, and Maya. They were definitely in the water so that means they probably have the answers to why Maya’s like this, since it seems like we’re not gonna get any answers from her just yet.” Mindy thought out loud while Chad just shrugged his shoulders, still clueless and wincing at the pain and slight itch in his own shoulder.

Maya jumped as the door-bell sounded, making the twins share a look.

“It’s probably Sam and Tara.” Chad suggests as Maya looks over at them.

Maya is chewing on her bottom lip again, “Why would they come to the front when they can use the back door?”

“It automatically locks behind you if you close the door a certain way…pop-pop still didn’t fix it I’m guessing. And since you were the last to come in…you may have fully closed it.”

“We don’t know that for sure,” Mindy warned as Chad shook his head at the girl.

“Mindy, don’t start.”

“I’m just saying! Maya’s having a moment and now the doorbell rings? It can’t just be a coincidence.”

“Things have been normal for months now, stop it before you make things worse.” Chad hissed at Mindy, sending a reassuring smile to Maya who exhaled.

“It’s okay, you can let them in Maya.”

“I’m not touching that door,” Maya states as there’s now a knocking at the door.

Mindy looks at Chad who’s now scrolling away on his phone and she reaches over to slap his phone from his hands.

The phone clatters onto the floor.

“Hey, what the hell!?”

“The right thing to do is reveal who’s at the door but you can’t send a man to do a woman’s job, obviously.” Mindy scowls as she brushed by her brother, taking her time as she steps towards Maya who can’t see through the window who’s at the door, so she takes a step back.

Chad scoffs, “I’m not gonna lie, that’s offensive.”

Maya shakes her head as Mindy picks up the golf club that’s sitting in the umbrella holder by the door, “the right thing to do is get the fuck away from the door.”

Unbeknownst to Maya and Mindy, Chad is approaching them now as Mindy slowly unlocks the door, breathing increasing, “None of the phones rung so we should be okay, right? Right!”

Mindy coached herself as she flings open the door with a roar, making Maya hold her breath again, just for Mindy to slowly lower the golf club.

“Oh it’s just Alex, the guy I told you about, Maya.” Mindy calls over her shoulder, but keeps a steady eye on the tall guy at the door.

He shows a dimpled smile, light stubble on his face, dark blue eyes, thick curly hair tied back, nice cheekbones—basically he looked like a model.

Chad didn’t like this guy and wasn’t sure why he was here in the first place.

“Hi,” Alex smiles at Mindy which she returns before his expression turns serious as he yells out, “Hey!”

That’s when both Maya and Mindy turn to see Chad red-handed. Something flies away from Maya’s direction and out the front door, Maya hears it but doesn’t focus on it as they’re all eyeing Chad now.

“It’s not what it looks like.”

“Were you about to smack me over the head? With a skillet?!” Maya eyes the heavy item that Chad finally starts to lower.

Mindy frowns, “Fuck is wrong with you dude?”

“There was a mosquito!” Chad tries to defend but Maya is heading through the kitchen and down the hall.

Mindy tells as she waves Alex inside, “A skillet though? On Maya? Not your best thinking.”

“Yeah, seems pretty violent if you ask me.” Alex adds as Chad tightens his eyes at him.

“Well nobody is asking you, Aaron Taylor Johnson.”

Alex raises his brows, “you know he’s actually playing in the new kraven movie that’s coming out?”

“I don’t care.” Chad widened his eyes and lifts his shoulders before also leaving Alex behind with Mindy.

Mindy apologetically smiles as she welcomes Alex to place the food he brought with him on the kitchen table, “You remember my idiot brother, Chad and the one trying to get away from him, is Maya.”

“Is now a bad time to be here?”

“Only if you didn’t see my shameful fling leave on your way over.” Mindy jokes with a light punch to Alex’s shoulder.

Chad is leaning in the doorway as Maya flops herself back onto her bed for the weekend. It’s usually the room his parents stayed in when they would all come out here in the winter. He’s quiet as he folds his arms, picking up on the profile of his old friend, seeing specs of freckles from the sun lingering on her cheeks, her low-set eyes, and the slope of her nose…

“Maya,” Chad calls out but she’s still staring up at the ceiling, curly braids spread out around her.

Now he’s jumping on the bed and Maya is floating up in the air but before she can collide with the ground, Chad is full of laughs before he loops a arm underneath her stomach to stop her from completely falling off the bed.

“Why are you like this?” Maya groans as Chad pulls her upright.

He’s still smiling then, “why would I be anything else?…I hope I didn’t break the bed.”

He’s shifting on it now, testing it for any new and odd sounding creaks, “Nope, I think you’re good.”

If she wasn’t, she would definitely be finding a spot in Mindy’s room or kicking Chad from the best sectional in the house, which happened to be in the basement—surprisingly.

“Are you ready to talk about what’s bothering you…or do you need more time?” Chad asks, while Maya rolls her neck around to release some tension.

Maya swallows, “I’m just being silly and it was probably just my imagination.”

Chad hums, “maybe, maybe not. But if you have doubts, you can always talk to me. Or Mindy but preferably me first, you know that right?”

“Yeah, yeah. Of course.” Maya gives a soft smile, “See? All better.”

“I can’t say I believe that, babe.” Chad tells Maya who rolls a glare his way, “but in due time you’ll let us in?”

She nods.

“Okay! Now that that is placed on hold for now, wanna walk on the boardwalk with me?” Chad pokes Maya who slaps his hand away.

“No.”

He shakes his hand out, “Ow, that kinda hurt.”

Maya raises a brow, “You didn’t see that mosquito just then?”

It’s Chad’s turn to roll his eyes, “I see how it is.”

“Uh huh.” She grins with teeth, allowing Chad to see the small gap in her front two teeth that he found cute, remembering that it was much bigger when they were kids but it started to close up as they got older but the minor detail was still there.

Still Maya.

“So…c’mon vámonos!”

“I’d rather stay here than go be around other people and you for the rest of the night.”

Chad sighed, “that was mean and this fake dislike you have in your heart for me is getting old, Maya Papaya.”

“When you say things like that, kinda makes it easy for me.” Maya leans towards him with a satisfied grin.

Chad stares down at Maya and presses his forehead against her’s, “you’re a bad liar.”

Maya’s staring back at Chad with his eyes on her and now she’s finding it hard to breathe, this must be what Tara feels being asthmatic and all but surely much worse. There was no denying that Maya had love for Chad, he’s always been in her life and he was the one she didn’t mind talking shit to.

In fact he was one of her favorite people.

“And there’s no way in hell we’re leaving anybody behind here! That’s rule number one and you know that.” Mindy’s voice interrupts, making Maya pull back.

Chad sighs in disappointment as he looks at his sister, “well I wasn’t inviting everybody.”

“Oh,” Mindy places her hand on her chest in mock offense, “Didn’t you say vámonos? I thought exclusion was also off the table when it came to us monster inc?”

“It is but we don’t need the bozo with the manbun tagging along either.” Chad told as Mindy smirks.

“But he and Maya didn’t get to spend any time together.” She pouts.

“Good,” Chad scoffs while Maya tilts her head to the side, “he seems more like Sam’s type anyway.”

“Not for you to decide my twin!”

Mindy is all finger-guns and Chad is all annoyance.

“And it’s not up for you to decide to be match-maker, that is what you’re doing isn’t it?”

“Is it?” Mindy has a knowing smirk on her face, arms crossed.

Maya jumps up, “alright enough! You two are giving me a headache, let’s go to this dumb boardwalk already.”

“That’s the spirit, Maya!” Mindy grips her shoulders with a light shake as she tries to squeeze out of Mindy’s way, braids all in her face now.

Once Maya is out of sight, Mindy turns back to Chad who is now pushing off the bed with a exhale and sends his sister a middle finger who just laughs at his expense.

July’s on the boardwalk were muggy but at least there was a hint of a breeze as the night fell. Alex and Sam are leading the way, sharing small chatter while Mindy and Tara are in the middle laughing about something over cotton candy, leaving Maya and Chad behind. The boardwalk is full of noise and various of colorful lights shining through the dark skies.

“Remember when you fell trying to get this grasshopper out of Mindy’s hair in the sixth grade?” Chad brought up while Maya peeked over at him.

“I was actually trying to forget it,” Maya says, “I was the one who ended up getting in trouble in gym class over it. Just for helping out a friend, during that awful PACER test, like how does that make sense?!”

“It also didn’t help that you stepped on Jackson Horne’s stomach during it, knowing that was Mr. Sapo’s nephew.”

“He sucked too.”

“I actually didn’t mind him.”

“That because you hung out with douchebags, you weenie.”

“You’re the weenie!” Chad yanked Maya underneath his arm, ready to give her a noogie but she pinched his side, making him yelp.

Maya fans herself after getting out of hold, “I didn’t see you trying to search and get the grasshopper out.”

“She was running all over the place and why would I ever? you’re the bug lover.”

The itch was slowly starting again, “was.”

A hush falls between the two but the comfort of Chad beside Maya is all she seems to need, to not worry about that hunch that’s still sitting in her gut.

“You ever think about—

Maya starts but feels her phone buzzing from her back pocket. She stops in the middle of the boardwalk with Chad turning to her but watching the many faces that are finding their enjoyment in the summer boardwalk.

“Hey ma,” Maya starts as she meets Chad’s eyes who softly smiles.

“Hi Mrs. Evans! Maya’s safe and having fun, don’t worry!” He yells with enthusiasm, his forehead brushing against Maya’s again as he talks into the receiver.

Maya lightly shoves Chad away, his body containing too much heat, pressed a finger to her other ear and blocking out the noise while Chad laughs, “Sorry mom, what did you say?”

She’s walking a bit away from Chad now.

“I said, is this Maureen Evans?” The familiar nasal but scratchy voice says, “Oh my mistake, that Maureen is also in the ground somewhere. Now it’s my turn to make sure another Evans gets gutted from the inside out next! Those mosquitoes won’t even compare to what I’m about to do to you. So! Maya Evans, what’s your favorite scary movie?”

Took them long enough.

Maya’s eyes are searching the boardwalk now but of course everyone looks sane. Unconsciously she’s scratching at her knee cap and her breathing becomes labored with her eyelashes stinging with tears.

Maureen Evans was her twenty-two year old older cousin that she didn’t get the chance to meet. Her father often told her some stories about his niece and her dreams to be in the medical field, wanting to build artificial organs since she couldn’t stand gore (something Maya and Maureen strongly had in common) and wanted to figure out what medical problems someone may have. Maya was always told that Maureen had her head on straight and had a desire to help others when they couldn’t help themselves.

It’s a ignominy that no one helped her in her final moments.

“How long have you been watching?”

“Since last night! I honestly thought you and Pretty boy Chad would be sharing a bed but maybe he’s still interested in that little bitch Tara instead! How does that make you feel, Maya Papaya?” Ghostface quizzes.

“Fuck you!” Maya screams into her phone, causing a mother to shield her children’s ears from her outburst and others to stare but continuing carrying on in their New York glory.

“Maya?” Chad is making his way over to her now, trying to get through a sea of people.

“Wait! Before you hang up, you still didn’t answer my question.”

“And I’m not going to, you fucking nut bag.”

With that she ends the call and turns to Chad who grips her forearms. “What is it, Maya?”

“That was ghostface. I was right! They’re back.”

“No way.” Chad pulls Maya into his arms, also looking around above her head before he turns back in the direction they were going, up ahead he can see the group who carried on without them. With one hand he cups one hand to his mouth to call out to them, “Mindy! Tara! Sam!”

They don’t hear him.

“Call them.”

Chad fishes through his pocket, just to find his phone dead like they all might be, yet again. He takes the liberty of grabbing Maya’s phone and tells Siri to call Mindy as they disappear through the crowd.

The phone rings for what feels like forever until it finally picks up, “Hello Prince Chad! Isn’t it a lovely night to stroll the boardwalk and die?”

With that, Chad slips his fingers through Maya’s and tugs her along as they began running through the crowd, “who is this?”

“Take a wild guess.”

“I swear on uncle Randy’s soul, if this is that ponytail wearing fuck—

“Oh please Chad, wouldn’t that be too obvious? You’ve got to be smarter than that, or maybe I give you too much credit for having more than half a brain cell.”

“Just wait until I get my hands on you.” Chad laughs, still running.

“Not unless I get to you first.”

And the call drops just as Chad and Maya make their way to the group, who’s lingering by a Photo Booth that’s outside of the slingshot ride.

“There you two are,” Tara smiles at them but it quickly falters once she sees the expression on her friends faces, “what happened?”

“Ghostface has your phone.” Chad breathes as he looks at Mindy who pats her pockets.

“I don’t think I brought it with me in the first place.”

Maya questions, “Where’s Sam and Alex?”

Tara looks up at the ride behind them and gulps before they all take off to the operator of the ride.

“I never trusted this guy and his ugly ass hair!” Chad points at the air as he expresses to Mindy while Tara is arguing with the teen that’s operating the ride.

Mindy shifts on her feet, “We don’t even know for sure it’s him.”

“We also don’t know he’s not the killer.” Maya announces.

Mindy queries, “Well what did ghostface say?”

Maya gives Mindy the run down while Chad goes to help Tara get the kid to turn the machine off. Mindy is intently listening to everything Maya tells her and hums as actual frightened screams fill the ride. It takes minutes for the kid to slam on the big red button to stop the ride.

Mindy takes Maya’s hand and together they quickly walk to the outside of the gate, in front of them stands Chad and Tara. They all stare up at the ride that’s halted in the middle, where they see Sam lifting her head, face full of tears as specs of blood are on her cheek and with a very dead Alex slumped over beside her, blood running down the base of the ride with his insides exposed to the public.

Soft music plays in the background as the bloody scene burns into their brains:

…There's a battle ahead

Many battles are lost

But you'll never see the end of the road…

“Get me the fuck off!” Sam screams, legs swinging as others continue screaming and a crowd begins to form, some even taking pictures.

Maya feels the urge to empty her stomach but the shock freezes it in place for now. She didn’t think she’d ever get used to seeing dead bodies in front of her.

Hey now, hey now

Don't dream it's over

Hey now, hey now

Tara, Chad, Mindy and Maya all share a look of pure terror as Sam’s screams stand out to them, while the realization of everything was starting over again for the third time.

When the world comes in

They come, they come

One things for sure that they all knew, they weren’t going back to the fucking Meeks lake house tonight, that’s for sure and certain.

To build a wall between us

We know they won't win…

Maya pulls her hand away from Mindy’s the longer she stares at Alex’s body and finds the nearest trash can to up chuck into. After a couple of dry heaves afterwards, she used the back of her hand to wipe at her mouth and stands up straight just as a hand touches the small of her back.

Her elbows instantly want to go flying but she knows the touch belongs to Chad as the sound of fireworks blast through the air. They both stare up into the sky as it tosses blue and red sparks into the air, signaling freedom.

Would they ever be?

┊͙: ̗̀➛ - ̥˚ ̥۪͙۪◌ ┊͙: ̗̀➛ - ̥˚ ̥۪͙۪◌ ┊͙: ̗̀➛ - ̥˚ ̥۪͙۪◌ ┊͙: ̗̀➛ - ̥˚ ̥۪͙۪◌ ┊͙

Continue along with my summer anthology prompts here.

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ello mera,

I wanted to ask how you post your comics online because i was thinking about making my own web comic series but i dont know where to start hehe

I think the website you used for IBWR was called Hiveworks but im not to sure how it works...

Also if you have any other tips when it comes to making comics like time management, planning, or even how draw those gorgeous backgrounds, it would be much appreciated :D

Thank you for your time ヾ(•ω•`)o ✧.*

Sure thing buckaroo, get in the backseat and let's hit the comic road!

ヾ(•`ω´•)o ✧.*

this is all from my perspective though, some stuff may not work for you, but hey - no knowledge is bad knowledge.

Hiveworks is a... Publisher! of sorts! Kind of. They're not like webtoons or Tapas when it comes to comic hosting, you have to be invited to Hiveworks (like me!) or apply to join them! :) They also have Hivemill which is a place where they sell merch for the comics. Either Hiveworks helped making the merch, or the artists themselves made the stuff and Hiveworks helps distribute it (I THINK, don't quote me on that. I haven't made or sold merch with them before. But it's what I understand. They have explained it to me, I'm just kinda dumb).

However! Comic control, of which Hiveworks uses to make the websites are free for anyone to use! :) So if you want your own website, go ahead and make one!

I'd still recommend you buy the URL you'll use in that case though. I pay a yearly fee on GoDaddy.com for mine. It's affordable and honestly worth it as a precaution, lest a dirtbag buy it just to ruin my day and give me distress for a year(s).

But my recommendation is that you mirror your comic in as many places as possible.

Now, my website has ads on it, so if you switch off ad-block when visiting IBWR, I can get ad rev from it! :D (thanks to Hiveworks, that is, they added the ad stuff on there. Idk how it works but it's nice passive income that I really need. It pays for my food).

That means I will prioritize the website over the secondary mirrored places. So that's the place I always link to first. So if people REALLY want to get the next page sooner, they can always check there first.

However, mirroring is great because it is very difficult to get people to read the story you've put so much love into. I want people to enjoy my story as much as I do. The more places you update it to, the more people will discover you.

I've noticed that people like to follow the artist/author on social media for update announcements and general news of what's going on for the comic - so know where your presence on socmed is at! If it's instagram, well, then prioritize instagram but don't forget bluesky or tumblr too! Just know where you're at.

BUT!! And I cannot stress (lol) this enough - but don't stress (lol) about it. which is easier said than done.

It can feel super overwhelming to constantly make each update of a page feel like a check list of "okay, posted announcement to insta, tumblr, twitter, I have scheduled a mirrored post to comicfury and tumblr, I have added all the links in the author section, uuuh, I gotta add a cropped panel sneak-peak in each and I gotta--" that shit gets tiring quick. Work smart not hard. I copy paste from a document and I print-screen crop a panel from my comic on my phone kind of flimsily and that works. Nobody cares if it's fancy. It's just extra energy on my part that I can't be arsed to worry about.

Like Webtoons require that you to always have a preview icon for each update. That's as complicated as I'm willing to get tbh. If it requires more than that from me I'm gonna hate it. But that's just me.

you want to be able to do something consistently.

Which brings me to..

MANAGEMENT

bro, it's a job. It takes work. Work is not always fun, but you gotta show up for it. you're the only worker here. If you don't show up, it doesn't get done.

And people are not going to read it until there's at least pages enough for them to catch on to a story. If you're here for recognition right away, stop. You'll hurt yourself. I know we live in a time of quick-positive feedback through likes and shares, etc. But that's just not reality most of the time when starting up.

So, you got to want to tell the story more than whatever you are expecting to get out of this.

Which will also help you with managing your feelings if your reader count grows or declines. Just remind yourself of why you even want to tell your stories. It's easier said than done, but I found it to be a helpful philosophy to try stick by.

Everything I gain from sharing my story is just a plus. Not the reason.

What I did, also, was to just post whenever I finished a page. I had no readers, only commitment to myself and the comic. That's it. You'll find it easier if you don't force yourself at first, at least I did. And then as you gain your own momentum and work-pace, you'll be able to be like "Oh yeah, sunday works for me. I'll aim for that." Aim for it, don't promise. But show up. You're not a machine, shit happens, life comes in. If you have a deadline that makes you feel guilty, you might start avoiding it etc. So maybe just cut yourself some slack and go "whenever I'm done with a page is a good day."

You are your own boss. You make your own rules.

Yes, there is an algorithm to it all - when's the best time to post, getting new readers through memes or what have you. You might discover that the best way for you to get readers is to make funny videoclips on instagram or tiktok - there is no wrong way.

However, it shouldn't feel like too much of a chore. You should enjoy it at least a little bit. Like, maybe you kinda like making goofy vids of your comic, or draw memes, whatever, right? But you should enjoy some of it. If you hate making vids, but you know it is a good pond to fish in.. well, like... I'm sorry but you're gonna get frustrated with it.

I like posting THANK YOU FOR READING doodles of my characters on instagram stories! :D <3 I like that! That's not too much trouble for me.

BE CRINGE, BE FREE.

who gives a shit.

enjoy yourself you goofy ass little comic artist. Blast your story everywhere, be proud, have fun. People enjoy having fun, they usually want to join in with the fun.

If you have fun, others have fun being with you.

DRAWING COMICS

dawg I wish I had any better tips than... Fuck it, poke at it however you want.

I usually have ten pages flimsily sketched out with speech-dialogues so I know what's gonna happen in the next pages, so I can pace the scene somewhat.

I say that, like I'm some kinda professional, but I jump between pages. Whichever page seems a little more fun. Sometimes I stare myself blind on a page and gotta draw on something else.

Some pages are super well sketched, others are just bald stickfigures making faces at other bald stickfigures.

BACKGROUNDS

Get references. Either look at photographs or take the yourself. Start getting into looking at buildings in real life. I, myself, spend quite a lot of time looking at different windows and brick buildings going "Dang, so that's a widow huh? Architects sure just make windows like BAM ENJOY THIS ONE huh?"

Basically, start appreciating the world around you. There's art everywhere. Someone has put thought - however big or small - into that sidewalk.

Is it a shitty sidewalk? Well, that's really grounding isn't it? Someone, at some point, looked at this space, sighed and thought "fuck man I just wanna go home. That's good enough." and that really grounds you visually into that this world is a place where people have been before you.

Sometimes I get lazy and at the same time in a mood to challenge my memory, and I'll start inventing what the heck a building or street looks like. And you can probably easily tell in a page when I, too, am going "fuck man I just wanna get this page done with, that's good enough."

AND THAT'S FINE!!!

Not everything have to be an awestriking master page! Damn, the pressure I'd be under if that's the only thing I had to produce asdfghj! if anything, great pages look better because some pages are shite.

It's okay.

It doesn't have to be perfect every time. Learn what didn't work, what worked. Post it. Move on. You can't sit on this forever or the story will never be told. Just post it, it's fine.

THERE IS NO PERFECT TIME TO POST YOUR STORY.

Post it in chunks or page by page. It doesn't really matter - new readers are going to read it all in one sitting anyway.

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I think that's all I can think of for now??

Hope that helped!

Oh also I have this side blog I've been neglecting a bit, but feel free to check that out: @comicartistcentral

#comics #comic #webcomic #comic tips #comic creating

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dragging them out to every restaurant or store to get the free drinks or birthday benefits just gives me big Sunset Curve energy.

"I still don't see what the big deal is," Reggie grumbled as they entered the bar. "It's loud and sticky here."

"Bud we gotta get our name out there somehow," Luke replied, a wide grin on his face. "This place does live music so we gotta try!"

"Plus Bobby knows the bouncer, so be glad we got in here at all," Alex said, glancing around nervously. "You're not even supposed to be in here."

"Not my fault you guys are all spring and summer babies," Reggie replied with a shrug.

They approached the bar, Luke trying to wave down the bartender, who looked at them unimpressed. "IDs or out fellas."

"We're here to talk to Vasco about playing!" Luke shouted at him.

"I don't care if you're here to see the queen, I can lose my license if you're here under 21, so show 'rm or shove off," the man stated.

Bobby, Alex and Luke all grumbled as they pulled out their wallets. Reggie just smiled and offered the man his fake-which was pretty good, if he said so himself.

The bartender glanced over each one, stopping at Reggie's, glancing at the bassist and then back at the card. "Well, seems we've got ourselves a birthday boy. You want a drink on the house while you wait?"

"Yes please!" Bobby and Luke chorused.

"Not you," the bartender said, then gestured to Reggie. "Just him."

"Oh, I don't drink," Reggie said. "But could I get a Coke instead?"

"Sure thing buddy."

The bartender walked off and the guys crowded around Reggie. "Did you seriously have today's date as your birthday?" Bobby hissed.

"Well yeah, I didn't want to use my real birthday, otherwise I'd get them confused," Reggie replied. "But hey, not gonna complain about a free drink."

"You think we can convince other places to give us free stuff if we show them that tonight?" Luke pondered.

"Let's meet with the bar manager and try fraud later," Alex replied.

"I say we try for someplace that serves ice cream first," Bobby proposed.

'Nah man, food first, dessert later," Luke argued back.

"It's my fake birthday, I get to decide," Reggie interjected.

Alex rolled his eyes. "I swear I can't take you guys anywhere."

The bartender returned with Reggie's coke, and a man trailing him. "These are the guys that wanted to see you boss."

Vasco was a large imposing man, but he cracked a smile at them. "Lemme guess, you guys are a band?"

Luke beamed and launched into his spiel, pressing one of their demos into the man's hands. He looked it over and nodded, promising to give them a call if anything opened up, with Bobby passing over the number for his pager, plus the studio's number, since Celia had been nice enough to pay for their own line and an answering machine out there.

High on their semi-success, they whooped as they entered the humid night air, Bobby throwing an arm over Reggie's shoulders. "Okay birthday boy, where to next?"

"Pizza," Reggie said. "I heard Gino's will give you a free slice on your birthday."

"What about us?" Luke asked.

Reggie shrugged. "Pay?"

Luke scowled but then raced after them. "Next time can it be my fake birthday? I wanna see if Guitar World will give me a discount..."

#filled prompts #ficlet #sunset curve #julie and the phantoms

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blessyourhondahurley · 1 year

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Suptober day 2 - Great Eggs-pectations

A fluffy little epilogue to last year's Fowl Play series, in which Dean and Cas take a big scary exciting step together as husbands and farmers.

Suptober prompt: Pumpkin Patch

(Read on AO3)

“Son of a bitch,” Dean hisses, careful to keep his voice too soft to reach the ears of his son, who's happily engrossed in killing some video game demons in the next room. He sighs and tosses his pen across the kitchen table. The terrifyingly official form laid out in front of him is pristine, untouched.

“Do you really think we can pull this off, babe?” he asks his husband for the fifth time in an hour. “We've been gettin' by alright just doing the farmer's market every week, and the pumpkin patch and the hay rides and stuff here every fall. What if we go all in on opening up this store and it flops?”

Even though he would be well within his rights at this point to roll his eyes or snap at Dean to just fill out the damn form already, Cas simply takes his hand and gives him a soft smile. “I never said it would be easy, darling,” he murmurs. “There are no guarantees for us in this life, of course. But we've gotten nothing but encouraging feedback about our plan from our customers at the market, the loan manager at the bank, our family, friends, loved ones... People are excited for us to open. I'm ready to make the leap. Will you leap with me?”

Dean looks into fathomless blue eyes and feels his world wobble on its axis. It's a familiar sensation, the dizzy wash of love and abject gratitude that he feels whenever he realizes once again that this is his life now: his gorgeous husband, their wonderful son, this thriving farm. It's been over a year since he's touched a gun, and even then he was using it to ping empty soup cans out back with Jack. The last time he bought a bag of rock salt, it was for their old-fashioned hand-cranked ice cream maker.

He's a retired hunter. He's a loving husband. He's a father. He's a farmer. He's alive, and he's here, and he's happy, so fucking happy. It feels dangerous to try for more, greedy. And no matter how hard he works to bury them, those old feelings of being a fraud refuse to lay down and stay dead. Does Dean Winchester deserve to thrive like this? Surely not.

He gulps, feeling the hot sting of tears behind his eyes. Cas stands, then tugs on their still-joined hands to pull him to his feet as well. Then he's being held, snug and warm in his beloved's strong arms. He rests his head on Cas's shoulder and breathes out as his tears begin to flow.

“Don't worry,” comes a whisper in his ear. “I've got you.”

“I know, baby,” he replies hoarsely. “I've got you,too.”

He pulls away just far enough to plant a soggy kiss on his husband's cheek.

“Thank you for putting up with me,” he says. “It's gotta be rotten work.”

“Not to me,” comes the reply with a quirk of those full lips. “Not if it's you.”

Dean huffs a laugh and swipes at his eyes with his free hand. “Okay,” he says firmly. “We're doing it. This is happening. We're gonna open our own little store. We're gonna sell honey and eggs and flowers and preserves, and your knitting and Jack's pipe cleaner spiders with the googly eyes and my hand pies, and it's gonna fucking rock. We're gonna pay back our small business loan and the mortgage on the storefront, and we're gonna put money aside for Jack for if he decides to go to college in a few years. And in the fall we'll have pumpkins and apple cider donuts and horseshoes and hay rides and the corn maze and make-your-own scarecrows. We're doing this.” As he speaks, he feels his own words buoying him up, filling him with a surge of confident energy. He sees this energy reflected back to him in his husband's gaze.

“Yes, love, we are,” comes the certain reply. The expression on Cas's beautiful face is resolute. He looks every inch the avenging angel he once was. Dean can never resist teasing him a little bit when he gets his serious face on like that.

“It's gonna be take a lotta elbow grease, though. You know?” Dean says with a grin. “We're gonna have to... work around the cluck.”

Cas does roll his eyes then, and shove him away. Dean goes with the push and pivots back into his seat at the table. Reaching for his pen, he fills out the top line in neat caps: FOWL PLAY FARMS MARKET.

#destiel #destiel fanfic #destiel fluff #suptober23 #day 2

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fablestudios · 2 months

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This is Marshal, he is baby.

This lil bean’s been taking over my head recently, so character rant below

I'll probably be posting a character rant weekly, not that I'm making a new character weekly but I'd like to share all of them eventually. Plus, it keeps things interesting around here.

Name: Marshal Anand

Nickname: Mar, Marsh (ik how that sounds, shut up, I think it’s cute)

Age: early 20s

Pronouns: he/him

Sexuality: Aro/ace

Okay, ranting, uhhhhh-

Some basic info that I have bc I built this world but most people won’t know:

The clothes Marshal is wearing in the bottom right and left pictures are his soldiers’ uniform. Vamore, the kingdom in which he is a soldier, has this teal color all over their palace. The basic uniform is the teal vest, and shirt, gloves, and pants of whatever color their magic form is. Nickolas’s uniform is slightly different because he is Marshal’s superior.

Alright, magic forms. Magic in present-day Ismaria has seven forms, each a different color of the rainbow (think roy g biv). People are typically born with one magic form, and practicing more than that is seen as a curse. However, it is possible, and with enough balance, will not physically harm the body. Without balance, the individual will start to wither away.

Back to this little ray of sunshine.

Marshal has his widowed mother for family. He grew up an only child and his father died soon after he enlisted as a soldier. His mother is a sweet lady who I’m gonna name Sasha. Sasha struggles financially because Vamore is classist, and Marshal does his best to support her (part of the reason why he became a soldier).

Becoming a soldier met Marshal didn’t have to pay for a place to live or food on the table, he pretty much lived within the castle’s borders, so he was able to send most of the money he received to his mother.

Mar enjoys being a soldier. Though his fighting style involves more defense than offense, he managed to rise quite high in the ranks, being a lieutenant right below Nickolas’s rank as captain.

Fighting style, uh…Not all soldiers have the default fighter magic form (red). As you can see from the stuff above, Marshal’s magic is actually orange. This magic involves a lot of foresight, seeing the future, present, and past. How does Marshal use this in fighting, you ask?

Well after he bonded with his magic, it appeared in the form of a staff, the weapon he grew up using. What I have right now is he channels a lot of negative energy through the staff that shows whoever it touches (other than himself) their worst possible death. Fun, right? He changes this up when he’s training, just messing with people, or just because he’s bored. Sometimes it’ll show you the thing that’s about to happen in 3 seconds, which usually has some pretty hysterical outcomes.

Though he finds much joy in being amongst his fellow soldiers and fighting, Marshal also longs for the quiet career of an author. He’s been working on it for quite a while too, having planned out many of his own stories, but finding the time to work on them is harder than you’d think. He hopes to, after serving as long as he can as a soldier, settle down and focus more on his novels.

Uh, aaaaa, random lore bits.

Marshal wears his hair back in that little headband(?) because the Vamorian army typically requires you to cut you hair super short (visibility issues), but he didn’t want to do that and found another way. You might notice that Nick doesn’t have his hair cut short either, and that’s for another reason that I’ll hopefully discuss in future. (Someone scream at me if I forget because it’s wholesome af)

Uhh, Oh, I haven’t discussed Marshal’s actual personality.

Marshal’s a sunshine character. Think Frankie from Castoff or Rapunzel. Always finds a way to lighten the scene or put things in a bright light, cares for the people around him, makes friends easily. He enjoys joking around with his friends and having a good time, even if his occupation involves training for a possible (and upcoming…..) war. He wants to be able to do everything: help his mom, be a good soldier, write his novels, spend time with his close friend, and everything else!…but life isn’t going to make it so easy for him.

Oh yeah, circling back to Marshal’s magic. Remember how I spent some time detailing what happens if you practice two magics? Marshal practices the magic form of messages (purple/violet) on the side of foreseeing. Of course, he has to keep this hidden, but he’s found great ways of implementing this into his fighting style, such as sending small messages to the minds of his opponents, saying such things as “miss”, “retreat”, and stuff like that. This has actually proven quite useful as often the opponent will mistake Marshal’s message for their own internal monologue. Marshal’s magic mixing practice has not taken a tole on his body as he learned very quickly to bond with this new magic and help it flourish into the way his magic is in present day.

Now, as to who taught him to bond with both magics and implement it naturally, that credit would go to the kindly king's advisor, Donna. She and Marshal share a close mother/son bond. When Marshal joined the guard at 16, Donna basically saw that he was struggling emotionally and helped him through the years.

The scar across the bridge of Marshal's nose could've been a scrape in the streets when he was younger or one from his early soldier days. To be honest he doesn't really know either.

Uhh, well I’ve just given y’all a lot of random not useful info. Marshal’s a side character in Nick’s side story, by the way. They’re close friends, despite one being stoic and the other extremely expressive, and have a very balanced and healthy friendship that only grows stronger throughout Nickolas’s side story.

Anyways, feel free to ask questions about my world and characters and stuff and uhh…thanks for reading through my messy rambles.

#ismaria #nickolas ismaria #tales of ismaria #marshal ismaria #oc #my ocs #original character #digital art #my art

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tobiasdrake · 8 months

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All or nothing. Either this works, or we just made things a lot worse. Again.

Here he comes. Everyone be ready if this turns ugly. We've never even tried to fight something that huge and hopefully we won't have to but violence is a party crasher sometimes. It doesn't care if it's invited; It shows up wherever it wants.

Look at that, Garl. All he needed was for someone, just once in his life, to be kind to him. And that someone was you. I was over here preparing to jab my staff in his eye until right this moment, but you were like, "Here, have some bread and be welcomed." You did it, man.

Ever since childhood, Garl's greatest aspiration was to one day set eyes on the Sleeper. That was it. That's all he wanted. He was fascinated by the legend and just wanted to see the Sleeper for himself. Just once.

This is so far above and beyond his life's goal. Look at what you did, Garl. And be proud of it.

Garl is great at naming things. He gave us Mirth. He gave us Kiln Mountain. (In more ways than one because he reshaped a geographic feature to make this happen.) I'm sure whatever he comes up with for you, it will be perfect.

Ho-oly shit, that made me cry again. I was not prepared for such an emotional answer. A little bit of kindness really can change a life.

...well, they can't all be winners. He's had to name a lot of things in his life.

Reaching for the stars with that request. As well you should.

This is it. We really are at the end of the line. Today is the last day of Garl's life. He will not see another sunrise. He'll be buried in the shade of our very first blasphemy: Those cookies he'd bake from the willow's sap.

Yeah, buddy. And this time, we get to do it at our own leisure, rather than rushing to our destionation.

It's pretty incredible.

He's on his deathbed, Zale. I think he can use what's left of his energy for whatever he wants at this point. He has minutes left.

Go ahead, man. It's okay. Close your eyes and try to be comfortable. Your time is up. You don't have to fight it anymore. Let these last moments be about you.

Violent retribution? Because that's on the docket no matter what. Call me Dweller of Grief because as soon as we leave Mooncradle, I'm going to go World Eater on Aephorul's entire timeline.

Travel, nothing. I'm going to hit the Sea of Stars like the flood that Mesa Island needed protection from. There's gonna be rising sea levels in the cosmos itself from my fury alone.

...nobody tell the sky council that I said that.

Violent retribution. You know me so well. I don't care of Erlina is the most powerful solar mage who ever lived; There isn't a celestial body in the sky that can protect them from my grief.

It's okay, man. You've done enough. You've done more than could ever be asked of you. Your fight is over. Try to enjoy your rest.

For the rest of us, there are only two things left to do. First, we grieve.

Then, we rage.

We have an apocalyptic promise to keep. Some people manage their feelings by bottling them up, so they don't have to feel so raw. I don't have a bottle to use. What I have is more like a grenade.

I am going to put my feelings into this jar and when we find Erlina and Aephorul, I am going to shake it up and smash it open on the ground beneath their feet.

#sea of stars #drake plays sea of stars #everything i see is grief #everything i vow is blood

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Hello! I would like to ask what you think happened to the lives of Ámbar and Simón at the end of the series. Specifically even after several years. I just saw a video on tiktok about this topic, where it was said that Simón would be a singer, and Ámbar would basically just be a "housewife". It wasn't said exactly like that, but it gets the point across. I always thought that Ámbar would also have followed her singing career like Simón, or she would have focused more on skating, or she would have become the CEO of some company, rather her own company. You understand, right? I don't know if I'm explaining it the way I want 😅 It just seems to me that people from the fandom completely underestimate her abilities and I'd like to see what direction she decided to go in your opinion.

I'd also like to ask if you think Ámbar went back to work at Jam & Roller in the series, because after they fired her and she got the document plates back, it wasn't said if they gave her back or not. Anyway, I love your stories and can't wait for the new version of Cruel Summer chapter 4 💕 I wish you a lot of strength and energy, and above all, don't overwork yourself and rest 💗

Okay, anyone who says Ámbar would just be a housewife deserves jail. Like, sorry not sorry, but we did not watch the same show if that's what you think my girl is doing years from now. Actually, I think Ámbar Smith would be insulted by the notion. Like, what the hell do you mean the man is out there taking over the world with music while she's staying home all day taking care of the kids or whatever-- What 1950s male fantasy trash book did you take that idea from?

Don't take me wrong, Ámbar would 100% want to be involved in the life of her children, if she had any, because she would not want to be a neglectful mother like Sharon was to her-- But there are other options, okay? Not just housewife. Especially because the girl is rich, and, if the Roller Band is doing good (or Simón went solo or whatever) he is also rich, so neither of them need to be home all day taking care of everything, they can pay someone else to do so.

"or she would have become the CEO of some company, rather her own company. You understand, right?" EXACLTY. Like, I'm gonna be honest, I don't know what exactly Ámbar would be doing in the future job-wise, mostly because I don't think she even knew by the end of the series, so how am I supposed to know? But, I do know 100% that she would want to do something of her life, and something big. I don't think music was her dream, so I would scratch that, not because she couldn't, because of course she could've been a star, I mean, she ticked all the boxes, but simply because I get the feeling she loved more the attention that she got from her performances than the craft itself as Simón does.

As for rollerskating, yes, she could've pursue it professionally, but I don't know... Correct me if I'm wrong, but I get the feeling like Argentina is not the most supportive country to sports unless we're talking about football. I mean, it's not like Ámbar would need the economical support, but still, like, I can only think of one argentinian guy who does rollerskating professionally and it's gotten kinda far, and even then, rollerskating on itself is just not that well-known of a sport. I mean, if Ámbar was really passionate about it then I guess she wouldn't care if it was a big sport or not, but I just don't know if she's passionate enough to make it her whole career. I just feel like she always had other stuff in her mind, like, her studying abroad in Paris. I could be wrong though.

Lately, I've been toying with this cute little idea that Ámbar could be Simón's manager. BUT NOT JUST HIS MANAGER, OKAY? Don't come at me saying she would revolve her whole life around a man, hear me out first. I came up with this idea because my favorite ASMR artist on YouTube, Gibi, is married and her husband is her manager, and the story behind it is that, this man studied industrial engineering and economics, and so he was out of college and managing some businesses, some companies, etc etc, while Gibi was doing her YouTube channel. At some point, she started gaining more followers and working with sponsors and stuff, and so it became a business, so she turned to her (in that time, boyfriend) and said, "Hey, you already do this for a living, you could totally manage me!"

So, Ámbar could study something of the sort, like, business administration like Matteo or something, and she could first dabble in some businesses, some corporations, and then, I think she could enter the world of show business, because, Jim and Yam would be fresh out of art school and doing stuff, Delfi studied cinema so she would be doing movies or TV, Jazmín is a content creator, Matteo is a singer, and, by that point, the Roller Band (or just Simón) would be kind of famous already, so Ámbar would literally be surrounded by it from the start. I think she would totally see a business opportunity there managing content creators and artists-- And, I think she would totally look at how their current managers are doing and think "I could do that so much better." ksdjnf. So, yeah, I think she would offer Simón to manage the business-side of his career so he can focus on the creative side of it, and I think it would be fun if she, like, bossed him around a bit hahah I think Simón would joke that it reminds him of when Ámbar was the Roller's manager, but the difference would be that, technically, Simón could fire Ámbar this time if he so wanted😂 But, again, she would not be dependent on him because she would have many different clients. Like, maybe she would even take new artists under her wing and try to help them achieve their dreams. I think she has an eye for talent and she would know how to sell stuff to audiences 😎

(If I end up writing this in one of my fics in the future, please act surprised skdjfn)

Anyway, as for your other question, I don't think Ámbar got her job back in the Roller, but I think that's a good thing in the long term, because, it was implied many times throughout the season that all this workload had been dropped on her lap overnight and that Vidia kinda didn't help her at all. Like, they just expected this 18/19-year-old girl to have it all figured out just because Gary appointed her as manager?? I remember in the beginning Ámbar would try to call them to ask for guidance and they would just be like "Deal with it on your own or we'll fire you and find someone who can."

So, yeah, I think the work environment was kinda toxic. And Ámbar was definitely not qualified for the job. She learned as she went though, which, seriously, IMPRESSIVE, like, give this girl a medal because she did so much while I know so many others would've crumbled under the pressure in a week. That's how I KNOW this girl can handle anything she puts her mind to, and if she wanted to be CEO of any company or her OWN company, she could completely fucking do it. But she needed to study for that, so, it really is good that they fired her because that way she would finally have the time to 1- figure out what she wanted to do with her life, and 2- pursue it.

Finally, thank you so much for your well wishes, anon, they really mean so much to me❤️❤️🥹 Especially the cruel summer bit because even I hate myself a little for that one skjfd. But it's coming along nicely! I swear!

Thank you for the energy, I really need it ksdjnf. In fact, I'm going to sleep right now so that I'll be ready for more writing tomorrow ♡ Goodnight, anon! Love you😘

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