#you can't get mad at me for hating on him like once every two months because I have so much rage in my soul for that man

[rogueddie]

I'm gonna need people to stop asking the cast about B*lly because I am convinced that most of them haven't actually watched the show so they just think of Dacre and end up saying something nice. I am sick of it.

Joe Quinn saying Eddie and B*lly would be friends, Joe Keery saying B*lly redeemed himself in season 3; either y'all didn't watch the show or you don't have a single critical thought in your empty heads.

[shadesslut]

I love your writing so much. honestly I'm obsessed. Request for dark ethan landry smut only if you are comfortable. So the F reader have been having arguments with ethan and reader decides that she will breakup with ethan.

Ethan manipulates her to not breakup with him and gives her the most unforgettable night proving that he is the only man who can love and satisfy her.

Thank you for the request, I hope you enjoy!

can't get rid of me

MINORS DNI

Pairing: (Manipulative!Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader)

Content Includes: (Smut, manipulation)

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The poor girl had had enough. Every day was a new opportunity for Ethan to argue with her about the smallest things. Today he was mad about an outfit she wore. Don’t get it wrong, it hasn't always been like this. The two had dated for six months, and the first two, he was a sweet angel to her. He was half-forced to ask her out by his roommate, and she thought his shy mannerisms were adorable. Now she felt like she had to tiptoe around him, afraid he would grow angry with her. 

“It’s just a dress, Eth.” She groaned, putting her forehead in the palm of her hands as she sat at the island in the kitchen. Ethan was pacing on the other side, getting worked up. Her dress, to him, was too revealing. It showed off an inappropriate amount of her breasts and ass, and he hated it. He hated the idea of other people being able to see her in this dress. 

“It’s not just a fucking dress, Y/N. Your whole ass is out!” He yelled and gestured his hands to the bottom half of her. He sighed, taking a few breaths to calm himself. He rested his hands on his hips, and gave her a stern look. “Take it off.”

She squinted her eyes at him in a ‘what did you just say to me?’ way. She was offended, but not surprised. “Excuse me?” She said.

His eyebrows raised, and he slid his hands onto the countertop, bending down to meet her at eye level. She hated the way he made her feel, even when he was being mean.

“I fucking said take it off. I’m not playing,”

She registered his words, and she was silent for a few seconds, before responding, “I’m breaking up with you.” 

His eyes widened at her, and she shifted uncomfortably in her seat. He threw his head back and started laughing. She looked bewildered as the brunet entered a laughing fit. That… wasn’t the reaction she thought he would have at all. 

“I’m serious.” She stated. He stopped laughing finally, and he walked around the island to her. She leaned back slightly as he bent down and grabbed her arm harshly. 

“You can’t get rid of me that easily.” He whispered, his eyes full of arrogance. 

“I’m tired of fighting with you. I don’t wanna be with you anymore if this is what it’s going to be like.” 

He stared at her, and pulled her off the chair, over his shoulder. She began to protest, kicking her legs against his stomach harshly, and punched his back. “Put me down!” He kicked open the bedroom door, earning a loud thud as it hit the wall. 

Ethan dropped her on the floor. She stumbled as she tried to fall gracefully, but she landed on her rear, placing her hands on the floor. 

“Ethan!” She yelled at him. He only started to undo his belt, seductively looking down at her. She pressed her thighs together at the sight. She felt full of shame for feeling this way, for someone as abusive as Ethan. 

He bent down and ducked his head at her as he slid off the belt from his pant loops. “You’re not allowed to break up with me,” He whispered his harsh words in a sweet tone that dripped out of his mouth like molasses. He softly smiled at her, and he reached to her face to run his palm along her jawline. 

“I’m not…’allowed’?” She reiterated, offended. He nodded, dumbly, and gave her a sweet kiss on her nose.

“No one will ever love you the way I do, and I’ll prove it.” Ethan whispered in her ear. She didn’t have time to figure out what he meant, before he swiftly lifted her up once more, and threw her on the bed. Ethan crawled on top of her, taking his shirt off in the process. Her eyes flicked down to his toned abs, something she always craved about him. He leaned down and kissed her neck, saliva dripping from his mouth. “You can’t break up with me, because no one will love you. I’ll make sure no one loves you.” 

She softly whined, not caring about his words, but wrapped her legs around his waist. He shoved her legs off of him and tutted. “You think I’m gonna let you take me like that? Roll over.” Ethan commanded. 

When she didn’t move, Ethan grabbed her hips, accidentally scratching her skin in the process. He flipped her over, causing her to gasp, and set her on her stomach. He held both of her wrists together behind her back with his hand. She gulped, nervously waiting for Ethan to continue. 

“You wanna dress like a whore?” Ethan rhetorically asked, tracing his free hand over the hem of her dress. He was right, it didn’t cover much of her, her pussy shown covered by a pair of dainty pink panties. He hummed to himself, applying pressure to her heat with his thumb. Slowly, he unzipped his jeans, taking his already hard dick out.  “Then I’ll fuck you like one.”

It happened quickly, Ethan pulled her panties to the side, lifted her hips up, and slid his dick all the way inside of her. She audibly moaned at the burn of the stretch. Ethan didn’t wait, he rammed himself all the way in, and all the way out. She cried at the harsh pace, her cries being muffled by the pillows. Ethan only softly groaned, closing his eyes at her walls tightly hugging around his cock. She felt every vein, every drop of precum, and she wanted even more. Ethan rested his hand on the back of her neck, steadying himself as he continued to thrust.

“P-Please…Eth…” She whimpered. Her mascara ran down onto the pillows as she looked behind to Ethan. 

He only grunted in response, and he moved his hips at a faster pace. His hips slapped against her ass, turning it red from the contact. 

“Fucking take it, bitch,” he huffed, slapping her ass cheek. She whined, and Ethan moved his hand up to her hair, grabbing a fist-full. “Fuck,” he moaned, throwing his head back. 

Her whole body shook as Ethan continued to ram into her, and tears of pleasure rolled down her cheeks. She squeezed and arched, her body completely full of bliss. Ethan leaned down, pressing his chest against her back, still moving his hips against her ass. 

“Ah- Oh,” he moaned in her ear. His hips stuttered, but continued at a rough pace. She heard him curse softly into her ear, and suddenly felt a warm liquid spurt inside of her. She felt warm, she felt dirty.

Ethan continued to thrust, reaching his hand underneath her sweaty body. 

“What are you-“ She asked, before cutting herself off with a gasp. His middle finger quickly rubbed against her clit, and he grunted as he thrusted more. 

He shoved two fingers in her mouth, causing her to gag. Her eyes rolled back at the overstimulation. Maybe Ethan was right, maybe no one else could make her feel this way. She moaned his name loudly as she came around him. Ethan sighed with satisfaction, dryly chuckling as he pulled out and saw the two white liquids mixing together. He dragged his finger along her slick, making her gasp, and he sucked on his finger, consuming the liquid. He smirked down at her, at her fucked out face. He leaned his head down by hers, and kissed her. 

“Next time you try to break up with me, I won’t be so nice.”

[ms-demeanor]

IDK that I've ever put it in one post before, but here's the transplant speedrun.

1 - Valentines day 2021, he's admitted to the hospital. We take a pre-hospital selfie then I shave his head and he shaves his beard because he doesn't want to deal with hair at the hospital. Me and his mom drop him off; at that point you can only visit someone as they are actually dying and we're told that he's going to stay in the hospital until he gets a transplant or he dies, and if he's rejected as a transplant recipient he'll receive palliative care in this hospital.

2 - First week of March, they allow patients to have one screened visitor; this is our first visit - I take photos in the hospital to show his mom because at this point he has a pump in his shoulder and it is difficult for him to move his arms to use his phone. He has also been confined to a bed since the week he arrived because he's on the ECMO machine, so he can't walk or move around, though they stand him up every once in a while. At one point one of the ecmo tubes pulls out of his femoral artery, which is Not! Great! He also needed a blood transfusion about every two days at that point, which worried the doctors because it increased his likelihood of rejecting. But he had been approved for transplant at that point!

The first thing he said to me on this visit was "look, I have abs" and then he showed me his abs because it turns out when you're really really dying of heart failure your body begins to eat itself.

3 - Now That's What I Call Jaundice (cardiac cirrhosis is liver failure as a result of heart failure and it's pretty much the big giant neon flashing sign of heart failure that says "hey you're fucking dying" so if you've got heart failure and your bilirubin number is off or the whites of your eyes are yellow please kick up a gigantic stink until they check your liver; large bastard's GP, who is my doctor, who I hate, saw his bloodwork with a very high bilirubin number a month before he was diagnosed with cardiac cirrhosis and wrote it off as a testing fluke fuck that guy)

4 - Don't let the sad face fool you, he's acting pathetic so that his mom will stop yelling about the fact that I'm bringing him cookies. He's allowed to have cookies. At that point he weighed 98kg and was outsourcing his heartbeat, he was allowed to eat whatever he wanted. (have i mentioned that I was moving us from Vegas to LA at this time? I was bringing him cookies because I'd baked hundreds of peanut butter cookies and other cookies to use up the flour, sugar, and peanut butter in the vegas house)

5 - Mid-march, he's got a match! He called me when I was in Vegas filling up the truck with another load and I drove right back and to the hospital. Once he went in for surgery I drove to his mom's house and crashed, then woke up and drove to our storage unit and unpacked the truck while I waited to hear from the doctors. I was unloading a bookcase when I got the call. (There wasn't any point in waiting alone in the hospital for sixteen hours; either he was going to make it or he wasn't and someone was going to have to unload the truck at some point. People have been weird about this, like I should have been sitting at his side all the time, but there was a two-hour daily limit for most visits and look i have sat in a waiting room while this dude had a thirteen hour surgery i do not need a repeat of that experience without the soothing balm of nicotine getting me through it; so unloading a truck it was)

6 - Two days after surgery and kind of mad about it. His chest hurt a lot (obviously) but, like, a lot a lot because they'd had to open him up for the bypass just two years earlier.

7 - First walk outside of his room after transplant in early April; he needed a LOT of PT because of how much muscle he'd lost. He lost sixty pounds in the hospital before the surgery, and only gained back about twenty while he was in there.

8 - A visit from the tiny doggo

9 - I come to visit and I've got a new phone with a portrait mode so he steals it and takes stupid pictures for a few minutes. Dude is bored and restless; this is in late april and he's feeling well enough to be moody. ETA: There is a jar of pickles in front of him because he'd been fluid limited for a long time and his salt levels were off and when he got to the hospital they were like "you need electrolytes and a lot of salt" and he was like "sweetheart can you please please please bring me delicious salty things" so I was bringing him jars of pickled mushrooms and garlic stuffed olives and just a huge number of pickles that he kept trying to share with the nurses. "Alli brought the mushrooms again; would you like a pickled mushroom? I have fancy toothpicks to share them with!"

10 - He comes home for the first time in early May; he ends up getting readmitted two more times because of complications before finally being released in early July. ETA: The second time he got readmitted it was for something that he wasn't at all worried about but that they needed to monitor for a couple weeks so he was *SO BORED* and actually feeling pretty okay; so at one point when I was leaving the parking garage at 8pm my car wouldn't start, I did some troubleshooting with the manual and the internet and didn't figure it out, so I called him and he tried to troubleshoot over the phone and got frustrated and was begging his nurses to let him come out to the parking structure to work on my car (they refused) - I ended up getting a tow and fixing it when I replaced the battery terminals.

Photos are all posted with his permission.

Also I dyed my hair purple between photos one and two because it's his favorite color. I also bought a blue dress, red tights, and yellow shoes to wear to visit him because he always teases me for wearing so much black.

I just love him a lot. It was a hard couple years there, but things are getting better.

[adorethedistance]

First I Love You - Jamie Drysdale x Reader

Hockey Masterlist

Warnings: swearing, mentions of anxiety, sexual references.

Words: 1677

Summary: First I Love You - After a day that gets increasingly worse, Jamie plans a date night to indirectly celebrate your two-month anniversary.

A/n: Cherry is back with a fic after a month of radio silence in typical aodre the distance fashion lol. Anyway! This has been in my drafts forever and I hate it, I can't proof it due to writer's block, and I'm honestly just done staring at it so here ya go!

You can read part 1 of the series of firsts here. The next and final first on the list is first time which is of course gonna be a lil smutty. I might write some Trevor pieces in the interim just depending how I'm feeling.

Today is just one of those days. My class ran much longer than usual and I had to stay after to ask my professor questions before the midterm that night, then I didn’t have time to make myself lunch so I grabbed the pizza rolls from my freezer to heat up at work, then I burned the pizza rolls beyond consumption and did not have any back up food, then I was starving and stressed and unable to use my time at work to study for the exam. I was crying in a puddle of stress and tears. And Jamie didn’t miss a beat. 

Upon hearing how horrible my morning and afternoon had been, he ordered my usual meal from In-N-Out and brought it to me at work so I wouldn’t starve. Then, he offered to make me dinner after I finished my midterm and I tearfully and appreciatively accepted. These little actions of consideration are what have made me fall deeper and deeper in love with Jamie. 

We reached our two months anniversary today but I didn’t make a big deal about it. I feel weird about potentially being one of those couples that celebrates every tiny little milestone like it’s the biggest thing in the world. Still neither of us have said “I love you” yet. But if Jamie continues caring for and about me like this, I’m not sure much longer I can hold it in. That’s why I decided I would tell him tonight.

After cooking dinner for the two of us, and pouring a congratulatory glass of wine to celebrate the 95 I got on my midterm, we laid down on the couch together. Happy and fed, I rest my head on the expanse of his broad chest. Jamie presses a kiss into my hair, bringing his left arm to drape over my shoulders.

“God, 2 months already?!” Trevor asks Jamie incredulously, making me roll my eyes at the playful jab.

“Don’t sound so surprised, Zegras.”

“You’re just mad cause you can’t pull.” Jamie’s accusation makes me laugh at the offended look on Trevor’s face. 

“Don’t get it twisted, I can pull.”

“You just can’t get them to stay?” I ask innocently, absentmindedly messing with Jamie’s fingers. Jamie laughs heartily. He interlaces his with mine to give my hand a gentle squeeze. “But to answer your original question, yes, it’s been 2 months already.” 

The scruff of my boyfriend’s 5 o’clock shadow brushes the back of my hand as he kisses the flat part of my knuckle. Trevor, observing the entire action, leans over the kitchen trashcan and pretends to throw up. Jamie merely laughs and I roll my eyes once more, “Shut the fuck up! You are so dramatic.”

“And for what?” Jamie chimes in which makes me smile to see he’s been picking up some of my mannerisms and phrases as well. That’s been my favorite part of dating him so far. The way his music taste slowly infiltrates mine. The way he now keeps a trashbag in his car after realizing how useful the one in mine is. The way he’s wearing the soft blue hoodie he lent me, for the reason that it now smells like me, which is why I had stolen it from him in the first place.

“I’m happy for you guys, really,” Trevor grabs his car keys from off the granite kitchen counter, “Thank you for rubbing salt into the open wound.”

“Oh my god-” Jamie starts.

“Get out of here!” I finish for him, urging Trevor to leave. 

“I’m gone!” He obliges. Then, Jamie kisses my head again, prompting me to sit up. 

“Did he say where he was going?”

“Mmm… no, actually. If I had to guess, he’s probably going golfing with the guys.”

“No way, he was dressed way too nice for golf…” I trail off, racking my brain for where he could have possibly been headed. Shrugging off the idea, I straddle Jamie’s hips, and look down at him. I smile. Overcome with the warm sensation of staring at my boyfriend. Jamie nudges me with his hips, indicating he would like me to lay back down. Before I comply, I pull my hair back tying it out of the way so I’m free to kiss Jamie as much as I please. He watches my every move, eyes flooded with adoration.

“At practice this morning, McT said he…” Jamie trails off mid sentence. As he was talking, I finished tying my hair back and then leaned down as he had wanted me to. He’s looking at me with eyes slightly widened and lips parted in surprise. 

“What?” I ask, concerned as to why Jamie stopped talking. He simply says,

“You’re really pretty.” The seemingly arbitrary declaration makes me laugh but does nothing to aid my confusion.

“Okay?”

“You’re just so pretty I think I short-circuited.” The earnest confession makes me smile and giggle, so I press a soft kiss to Jamie’s lips.

“You’re cute. So what did Mason say?”

“Oh yeah, he said that he wants to meet you.”

“Really?” I ask, rubbing my thumb over Jamie’s cheekbone. He kisses my palm before responding,

“Despite how much you and Trevor bully each other, he’s told everyone on the team about how cool you are. He kinda took the liberty to do it himself since I do gush about you, but I get shy about it.” Jamie is uncharacteristically speaking out loud his stream of consciousness, and I take a back seat to admire how talkative he can be when he’s with me. A stark contrast to the shy, almost silent boy I’d had my first date with. Noticing how much he’s talking, Jamie ends his rambling but I smile softly, encouragingly,

“It’s unfortunate that the ‘cool girl’ is seemingly the only archetype that consistently receives approval from men, but it is true nonetheless.”

“Yeah, like, it’s not that I need his approval, but it is nice when your boys like your girlfriend… Well, it’s what you said, you just said it better. I’m mansplaining aren’t I?” He asks, bashfully. I roll my eyes and appreciatively kiss his lips once more.

“Get out of your head, Drysdale. Do you have anxiety?” 

“Shut up. I think you’re the only person I’ve ever met who can always tell when I’m overthinking.”

“Maybe I’m just the only one with the audacity to comment on it,” I playfully propose, smiling when I succeed in making Jamie laugh. 

“I don’t think so.”

“We’ll agree to disagree. It’s unlikely, but not impossible.” Dropping the bit, Jamie and I smile at each other, melting into a comfortable silence. He looks at me with soft eyes, pink blush creeping across his cheeks the longer I continue to stare. I rest my left hand on the side of his face once more. I brush my thumb over his cheekbone again, and rub the top of my fingers repeatedly against the stubble adorning his jaw. Jamie lifts his eye brows before saying,

“What, do I need to shave?”

“No. I just like the way it feels.”

“Oh, hey, you said you’re done with school by mid december, right?”

“Yeah, why?”

“My mom asked if you were coming to Christmas this year.”

“Did she really?” Jamie hesitates a moment before his brows furrow in sincere disapproval.

“You’ve been my girlfriend for two months now. She will not shut up about meeting you.”

“What? Why?” He then blushes fiercely and cowers his head into the large hoodie he’s slouched on. Jamie doesn’t meet my gaze as he talks,

“I told her all about you the other day.” I bite back the giant smile that prods at my features before replying,

“What did you tell her?”

“Just stuff about you!”

“What stuff about me?!”

“I told her you’re a student and what you’re studying. I told her where you’re from and what your family is like. And I told her about how I stare at you between red lights when we’re going somewhere.” The last piece of information makes me laugh and I tilt my head in confusion.

“How did that last part come up?” It was a simple question, really. One that I hadn’t even bothered to put a lot of thought into; one that came from my basic stream of consciousness. And certainly not one that I imagined would ellicit such a reaction from Jamie. His eyes widened and softened all at once, his blush glowing brighter across his cheeks, and his lips parting to allow the irregular pace of breathing he had now adopted.

“I guess… I called her because I was unsure of what I was feeling…? I was kinda freaking out about it. As I told her about our first date, she said that just talking about you made me visibly happier. She noticed that, even though I wasn’t aware of how happy I’d gotten. Then she demanded to meet you as soon as possible…” Jamie sheepishly looks up at me after finishing his mini monologue. The traces of endeared happiness immediately vanish and Jamie looks at me horrified. In describing how happy I make this boy, I felt tears welling up on my lashes, relieved to be experiencing something so thoroughly mutual.

“Oh my god, please don’t cry I’m sorry!” I laugh through the tears and playfully smack his chest.

“Jamie…”

“You make me really happy, Y/n. Like, really really happy-”

“I love you,” I blurt out. I’m a bit stunned and honestly scared of how quickly this confession escaped me. But I know it’s true. And isn’t that the scariest part?

“I love you too.”

“Really?” I ask through unrelenting tears.

“Yes,” Jamie rests his hands on the tops of my hip bones, “I kind of lied by saying my mom said I looked happy… She said I looked very in love, but I didn’t want to be too forward and say that if you maybe didn’t feel the same way.”

“Bro, you worry so much, are you sure you don’t have anxiety?”

“Shut the fuck up!”

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a/n: copy pasting tags is the best thing that has ever happened to fic writers I think.

[rmoonstoner]

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Poisoned Empanadas

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Pairing:

Moon Knight (Jake Lockley) x Spider!fem!reader

Spider-Man 2099 (Miguel O'Hara) x Spider!fem!reader

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18+

Warnings:

Violence, strong language, mentions of death, mentions of depression, sexual themes, warnings may change.

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Summary:

You move out of the old house at your friend's request. It's a very short chapter.

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Chapter 2 - Empanadas de Santa Rita - Chihuahua City, Mexico

A Mexican pastry served in honor of St. Rita every year on May 22. Typically they are sweet and savory at the same time, containing meats, raisins, pecans, butter, garlic and assorted spices, peas, potatoes, and sherry.

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A few months had gone by, with absolutely no word from Jake. You weren't surprised one bit, and had already gone through the process of selling most of your things. It was the big stuff, like your living room furniture, the bedroom set, any tools you had, and other such things too big for a studio apartment that you had your eye on. You even got rid of the car for a nice fat stack of cash. It was fitting that you had sold the car to Hawkeye. He was happy, and claimed that he was going to give it to his wife.

Today you were dropping off a huge bag of clothing to a local shelter. Anything that Gwen or America didn't want, ended up here. You made the old lady's day as she went through the nice and gently used items, all of which Jake had bought for you. After the drop off, you made your way back home the easy way, by web slinging home. By the time you got back, you found Peter standing at your front door.

"Hey! Sorry, I was out dropping off some clothes. You didn't mention that you were coming by." You greeted Peter with a wave and gave him a hug.

"It's alright. I was just on my way to the Sanctum, and I wanted to know if you wanted to accompany me?" He asked with grin.

"Really? You sure you want me to come along? You did mention the doctor hates unexpected guests…" You replied. Peter could see your hesitancy and he held both hands up.

"It's totally okay with Doctor Strange. I asked first, and besides, you're friends with his daughter, so…"

"Does he know-"

"Uh…" Peter looked away sheepishly as he rubbed his neck and laughed.

"Peter! Just because he's an Avenger and the king of the wizards, you can't be telling people my secret identity!"

"I am sorry! He saw you on the roof the last few times, and he wanted to know why I hadn't introduced you to him. Then America let it slip she's your friend, and, so… He kind of figured it out. He's a genius, and has that eidetic memory."

"Oh fantastic, a real Sherlock Holmes type, eh?" You retorted, and he laughed.

"Yeah, so I am sorry…"

"It's fine. Like you said, he probably already knew. I'm not mad."

"Oh good! So, do you need to do anything before we go?"

"I just need to put the washing on the next load of donations, then grab some water."

"Cool!"

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Once at the Sanctum, Peter introduced you to Wong. The man seemed grumpy at first, but after hearing who you were, he changed his tune rather quickly. He made you a tea while Peter left to find the doctor, and the two of you chatted about how Peter basically lived here at the Sanctum since his Aunt and Tony Stark had passed away. He asked about what you did for a living, and you shrugged. You didn't have a paying job, and you lived in your ex boyfriend's house, which you were getting ready to move out of.

Wong seemed impressed that you were taking charge and moving on with your life, which told you that Peter had been blabbing his mouth again. You would have normally been upset by this, but Peter had told you all about who Wong was, what he did, and who he worked with. He was like the other king of the wizards, and Peter claimed he was way nicer than Strange. You found that hard to believe, because both of the wizards had a reputation for being formal hard asses.

Peter ended up coming back with Doctor Strange, and the lad was just talking up a storm as the doctor nodded along while sipping from a steaming mug. The way they looked was adorable, like a son telling their dad all about their day after school, but it was Peter talking about his patrols, while the older man listened intently.

"-And then she flashed him with the lights, kicked the guy in the balls, and he fell off of the roof. I've never seen Sandman go down that fast before! She managed to get him, before he could turn into sand!"

"Oh wow, Peter. That's most impressive." The doctor winced a bit, but he was impressed all the same.

"I take it that this her?" He asked as he motioned towards you. You gave a polite smile and waved.

"Yeah, that's her! You should see her and Gwen work as a team! It's so fun! She's the one making all the weird lights at night." Peter said as he made the same hand motions you did for the lights. You laughed and looked over at the older man who was chuckling softly at Peter's energy.

"Ah, I see. Well, in that case, it's lovely to meet you, young lady. My name is Stephen, but you already knew that, didn't you?"

"Uh, yes, sir, er, uh, doctor."

"Stephen is fine. Any friends of Peter's or America's are welcome to use my first name. Unless, of course, I don't like them." He laughed and held his hand out to you. You took it gently, remembering that Peter had told you the man had delicate hands that had once been crushed.

"Okay, Stephen, it is nice to meet you too. I always wanted to see what America's and Peter's adopted dad was like."

"Oh, well, I-" Stephen seemed flustered when you said adopted dad.

"Oh, he's a good dad. Very supportive of my Spider-Man gig." Peter said as he patted Stephen's shoulder. The man beamed at the praise and kept drinking his tea. You didn't understand why he was known for being snobby, stoic, and rude.

"That's good. Peter talks about you all the time. Says you've saved the world a lot, and kept the spooky magic things at bay." You remarked, and Stephen burst out laughing.

"I suppose that's what I do. It's a new way of saying it though. Oh, I have to talk to ask Wong something. Be right back." Stephen smiled and then excused himself to go talk with Wong for a bit.

They did not come right back.

It was three hours before they did, and by then, America had come home, said hi, then left again for her studies at the Kamar-Taj. You had spent the time playing chess, and had won three to two. When Stephen and Wong came walking in, they looked frustrated. It turned out there had been one of those cosmic fluctuations, and Stephen was telling Peter and you to keep an eye out for anything weirder than normal. 

You left soon after, and went back home to grab a nap before patrol later.

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Three weeks later…

Peter and Gwen had convinced you to move out of the house Jake owned. You didn't make it easy for them either. You felt reluctant to leave that house. It had bad memories, but it also held so many good ones with Jake.

You gave the excuse that you couldn't afford to move. The house and utilities were paid for, and you didn't have a paying job to get something new. Peter shut you up so fast by having Stephen and Wong literally coming out at that exact moment and time to offer you a room next to America's and Peter's. You groaned when that happened, because who the hell says no to the Sorcerer Supreme, which was basically your friend's dad?

That gave you a free place to live, free utilities, and free food. That also offered you access to being transported anywhere in the world if you ever wished it, not that you really wanted to unless the others needed you to. You had lost the will to travel after what happened with your ex, but it was nice that the option was there. Living there would gain you security, because there were at least three sorcerers at the Sanctum at any given time, not including Doctor Strange or Wong who were fully aware of your relationship problems.

They even said they could keep Jake from coming in if you gave them some of his hair. That was easy to do, and you did it, mostly because Peter and Gwen said they'd try to kick his ass if he showed up unannounced. You weren't sure if they meant the wizards, or themselves.

Plus your friends were there…

How could you refuse?

Notes:

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Series Master List

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None for now. Again, sorry for the short chapter.

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Part v: Broken Walls

ex-husband!Geto x fem!reader

reader: she/her pronouns, wears a skirt/dress, tits & vagina pet names: my love, good girl note: I use MC in the place of y/n because I prefer it cw: manipulation, abusive relationship, masturbation, religious themes, yandere!Geto, fake boyfriend scenario

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Two years ago.

"You're late." The house was silent, dark. Except for the dim reading light and your husband waiting for you.

"I was at a happy hour with some of the new hires." You smiled nervously. You were hoping he'd be asleep, though you knew he wouldn't be.

"Oh? Who?" Suguru barely feigned interest anymore.

"No one important, dear." You sighed. This again.

"No one important? Then why waste your time?" Suguru's book snapped closed. "Come here, love. I missed you." He set it on the table, his lap now open for you to join him.

"I just like talking to different people." You slipped your shoes off and set your bag down. "I don't want to rely on you."

"Am I not enough for you?" He frowned, but his expression softened when you sat sideways on his lap. One of his hands wrapped around your waist, the other rested on your thigh.

"Of course you're enough, love." You hated when he got like this. "But what you want... it just feels a little like a cage sometimes."

"A cage." His frown deepened.

"I don't mean it like-"

"I didn't realize I'm so horrible to be around." He interrupted you.

"You know-"

"I know this ring means every day I wake up and I choose you." He hissed, holding up the hand wearing his wedding ring. "Over anything, you alone are the most important thing to me. I'm sorry that's so suffocating for you."

"Suguru, c'mon." You sighed.

"C'mon what? Nanami was there, wasn't he?" Suguru's voice sounded disgusted.

"He's my friend." Anger bit at your words. You'd told him this time and time again.

"He confessed his love for you just last month. He told you I'm too controlling and begged you to get a divorce." His grip on your waist tightened. "Why would you expect me to be okay with you spending time with someone like that?" He spoke through his teeth.

Your chest was now pressed against his, your fingers grasping at the fabric of his shirt. "I'm not interested in him, love. He would never-"

"You don't know that." Suguru's nose pressed against the crown of your head, nuzzling your hair, taking in the faded scent of the perfume you wore to work. "I can't protect you if I'm not with you. You didn't even tell me where you were."

"I..." your voice was weak. Once again, Suguru was wearing you down. "I'm sorry."

"I was so worried." He pressed a kiss to your head, peppering more down to your ear. "Don't be careless like that. Men like him can't be trusted."

"I've told you..." You nearly lost your train of thought when Suguru started kissing your neck. "He's just a friend. You have nothing to worry about."

"I'd prefer he's less." He grunted, his teeth leaving a trail as that familiar tingle of desire bubbled within you.

This always happened. He got mad at you for wanting other people in your life. He saw it as them taking his time with you away. He'd berate you for it, then play it off as being worried or sad. Though your sympathy ran thin, he adapted. After all, doesn't anger feel a lot like lust when his hands are exploring your curves?

"Guru..." You couldn't tell annoyance from desire anymore. You should have just gone to bed. "What are you asking me to do?"

He took his time sucking at the skin on your neck, pleasure buzzing through your body as he left a hickey that would be hard for you to hide at work tomorrow. A few languid kisses along your collarbone followed before he finally responded to your question.

"Selfish of you to lead him on." He mumbled against your skin. A hand slowly slid up your thigh, under that tight pencil skirt that a home-wrecker like Nanami shouldn't get the privilege to see. "Isn't it?"

"I... I guess." Your words were breathy. Suguru loved manipulating your anger into desire. As he watched your defenses crumble, he smirked, showering you with more affection.

"Set him free then." Suguru's kisses dropped to your cleavage. No wonder the poor oaf was so into you. The outfits you wore were barely appropriate for work. He couldn't blame him for wanting to get lost between your tits. He decided to leave a hickey at the top of your breast to encourage a more modest wardrobe. "Remind him you're happy with me. You don't need him."

"He's..." Desire was pumping through you. You were tired. It was barely worth the fight anymore. "... my friend."

"He's not your friend." Suguru pulled away from your breast, satisfied with the marks left behind. "He wants to fuck you. He told you as much." His soft brown eyes searched yours, laced with concern. "Don't you understand?"

"Guru..." He played your heart strings like a prodigy until you were singing the same tune. And he was always successful. "Okay. I'll stop hanging out with him."

"Good girl." He placed a hand on your cheek. "That makes me feel so much better, my love." He kissed you deeply, tongues twisting as you melted against him. His arms wrapped around you, the cage of adoration locking you right where you were always meant to be.

.

Your bleary eyes slid open when Choso's alarm went off. It was a miracle you weren't hungover- apparently chugging water while staring at yourself in the mirror last night was effective in chasing away the mistake of last night.

Oh yeah. The mistake.

"I'm gonna take a shower." Choso mumbled, half asleep. "Unless you wanted to?"

"Yeah." Your voice was hoarse. "If you don't mind."

"Sure. I'll go after." He rolled over, seeming to drift right back to sleep.

You collected your toiletries and clothes and trudged to the bathroom. The light was bright, a mild headache threatening the back of your head when you turned it on. You drank a couple more cups of water and turned on the shower, waiting until it was hot to climb in.

The memories from last night slowly trickled into your head. The kissing. The tender words. The nostalgia. And, of course, the sex. The worst part about all of it was that it still felt good.

Fuck.

You thought for sure last night that you'd wake up and regret everything. That you'd want to grab Choso and go straight home, skip the sermon, never see that bastard again. But you didn't. You wanted to see his sermon. You wanted to see him.

Your hands thoughtlessly trailed over your body, feeling your breasts, your pussy... thinking about him. The way Suguru touched you last night felt so much better than you remembered. It just drilled in your mind how inadequate your imagination and your own touch had been. Of course, the one-night-stands had nothing on him, either.

Your back arched, the memories of last night fueling you. Let me worship you. His words echoed in your mind as your finger swirled around your clit. As your spine tingled with desire, a silent gasp escaped your lips. You kept touching yourself, feeling your body light up as you thought about him.

Choso's alarm went off again in the other room and you snapped yourself out of it.

Last night meant nothing, you told yourself. You took a deep breath, putting soap on the hotel washcloth to cleanse yourself of the stench of your sinful evening. You forced yourself to remember the incident with Nanami.

He was sweet. Worked at the cubicle across from yours. You were friends. You suspected Nanami might have a little crush, but it was obvious you were married. If not for the wedding ring you never left home without, your desk was adorned with photos of you and Suguru. It wasn't uncommon for you to mention him, either. There was a time when he really was your best friend, after all.

Despite your better judgement, you confided in Nanami a few times. Suguru had been a lot more wary about you going out with your friends, so it was hard for you to spend time with anyone outside of work. He was a calming presence, and he always bought your coffee, even though you insisted he didn't need to. That Suguru wouldn't like it if he knew.

You knew for a fact that Suguru detested Nanami in particular, probably because he couldn't really control whether you see him. In retrospect, Nanami was the only person keeping you sane in those last few years. Him and Gojo.

Suguru thinks I'm stringing you along. That's not really fair to you, Nanami. You told him. That pathetic excuse to ending your friendship.

Does he make you happy? Seriously. Nanami asked, his eyes on you. Tender. Soft. An absence of something that was always present when Suguru looked at you, though you still couldn't place it, even in the memory. The long silence said more to him than your answer did.

I'm sorry, Kento. You remembered his face. Like you just stabbed him in the heart. You might as well have. But it was what Suguru wanted. And you always gave him what he wanted. That was the thing he loved most about you.

Negativity swirled in your mind as you went through your shower routine. But you kept landing on the worst thought of all. If Suguru really had changed, if every night could be like last night, then yes. Suguru Geto made you very, very happy.

You wanted to call Nanami. You were no longer coworkers; he stopped talking to you after that day and found a new job shortly after. You'd barely thought about him since, blocking that shitty memory from your mind. Along with countless others, no doubt. You hoped he was doing well, and that he didn't spend as much time hung up on you as you did on your ex-husband.

You took a deep breath after stepping out of the shower. Putting your clothes on, dread swirled within you. You had to tell Choso. The bad memories of Suguru seemed so distant, and your mind kept returning to last night like it was stuck on repeat. You couldn't trust your own judgement, and you were sure Gojo would have prepared him for his eventuality.

Finishing your morning routine, you exited the bathroom. "Hey, Choso?"

"Mmh... yeah?" He groaned, stretching as he slowly climbed out of bed.

"Uh, about last night," His eyes widened as you spoke. "I... fucked up."

"What happened?" Still groggy, he rubbed the back of his neck. Gojo was gonna chew him out for falling asleep.

"We... fucked." You sighed. Might as well tell him everything.

"Shit. Fuck." There was a long pause. "Seriously?"

You looked away. Though it was still dark in the hotel room, he could see the guilt in your expression from the glow of the bathroom lights.

"Let's play hooky then." Choso spoke softly. His tone wasn't accusatory or dissapointed, just laced with empathy. "I hate going to church, anyway." His soft chuckle put you at ease a little, though the reaction you were really worried about was Gojo's.

"You sure? We came all the way here..." You fidgeted a little, though your whole body was on edge at the idea of walking into that church.

"Honestly," Choso grinned, "I'd much rather just leave. This was just a favor to Gojo. And you, of course."

You could feel the stress and anxiety leave your body at his words. You hadn't even noticed how tensed up you were. "Thanks, Cho." You smiled softly, and the two of you packed up to check out.

.

Choso drove the car while you rode in the passenger seat. You agreed to text Gojo once the two of you were on the road.

You: so, uh, bad news Gojo: you're not at church You: yeah. geto came over last night Gojo: no You: ... yeah You: i fucked up Gojo: please tell me you didn't You: ... You: to be fair he got me drunk Gojo: you drank with him?? Gojo: where was choso? i knew i should have been your fake boyfriend You: he fell asleep... he got a little drunk too... Gojo: he's fired. tell him he's fired.

"Cho," You looked at your ex-fake-boyfriend. "Gojo says you're fired."

"Figured as much," he chuckled.

You looked out the window. Not much to be seen out here, but even just the roads reminded you of Suguru. The two of you had driven here to visit his family dozens of times, listening to music, joking around. Your wedding was here, at the very church he was preaching at. Another reason it was best you didn't go to that sermon.

Geto: sorry. i fucked it all up, didn't i? You: it's fine. it's not your fault. i shouldn't have let him come over

Your mind felt so foggy, you didn't even think twice about your response or who it was going to. Of course, Geto had immediately noticed your response was probably not intended for him. He wasn't about to pass up the opportunity for a little insight, though.

Geto: how are you feeling? You: idk. like i'm backsliding. i wish i could hate him. it would be so much easier if i didn't want him so bad

Geto smirked, silencing his phone before his final church service started. Even though you didn't stay, he got what he wanted. He was on your mind again, and he wasn't about to let you slip through his fingers for a second time.

[kiankiwi]

Hiii could you write a Jacob Elordi fic about pregnant reader going through baby blues bc she realizes it’s never just gonna be her and jacob anymore and jacob comforts her and reassures her and it’s very Fluffy <3333 your writing gives me sm comfort ^-^

Jacob walked into your guys bedroom to find you in bed sobbing. "Lovie, you alright?" You whimpered as you squeezed your small hands into fists. "Y-you weren't s-supposed to see me like th-this." You cried, wiping your tears from your red face and hiding behind your "Why not baby?"

"Because it's silly!" You yelled. You hated feeling embarrassed and that's what you felt whenever your pregnancy hormones caused you to cry over something, anything small. It was a small reason but a big feeling. And you hated that you felt a loss of control over your own body since your pregnancy hormones seemed to dictate your emotions now.

Jacob blew air from his lips and crossed his arms. "Baby, I wanna help. Why didn't you tell me you were upset?" Crossing his arms was not the right thing for Jacob to do. Jacob usually knew that; he just forgot that you often thought he was mad at you for anything and everything. It was just how your brain worked. And it was even worse now that you were pregnant and extra emotional. Before he could remember and fix his arms you blubbered, "A-are you mad at me? I-I'm sorry..." Jacob's heart broke as you apologized. It wasn't your fault you were crying. It wasn't your fault your body felt all out of wack and you felt so silly and embarrassed.

Jacob finally realized his arms were crossed and he immediately broke them and put his hands up. "No no I'm not mad at you at all baby. Here, let's start over. What's wrong? Why do you think crying is silly?" You shrugged trying to take a deep calming breath but a snuffle came out instead as you tried to fix your breathing. "It's okay, take your time, I'm just gonna get you some water." Jacob said as grabbed your water bottle from the nightstand and walked into the bathroom.

"I just.." You shrugged . "I guess it just hit me that these are the last few months of just you and me. I love this baby so much already and I can't wait to become a mama but it just hit me that once we become parents, that's it. There'll be no more time for just you and me. And I'm gonna miss that." You explained, looking down and rubbing your blanketed bump.

Jacob came back into the room, set your now full water bottle on the table and sank to his knees at your beside, taking your hand. "Baby, you'll still have me. I'm not going anywhere. And I know you struggle with change and this is a whole lot of change but this is a good change.." You nodded. "I know but I-I'm gonna miss the times when it was just you and me." Jacob cupped your hand in both of his and kissed it. "I know baby, I know. And it's not silly to grieve the way things are changing okay? Your emotions may be big but they're never silly okay? And I'm sure if we just ask, your parents or my parents would love to take bubba for a night or two so we can spend some time together, just the two of us again. But for now let's just soak up every last bit of time we have to ourselves okay?" You nodded, squeezing Jacob's large hand.

"You gonna be okay?" He asked quietly. You nodded. "Thank you, can I have a hug?" He chuckled. "Course, love. C'mere." He crawled up into the bed and took you into his lap, hugging you tightly. He could feel you physically relax against him.

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I love dad!Jacob

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[mooodyblue]

do not disturb | 60s!elvis x gn!reader

summary: elvis has to wear a dress and honestly, you don't hate it.

warnings: 18+ mdni handjobs, oral (m.receiving), overuse of the word 'pretty', reader is called momma a few times

wc: 1.4k

a/n: "i watch girl happy for the plot" the plot being elvis in a dress for like 3 minutes. I've been working on this for months. enjoy.

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dating elvis was all fun and games until it came time to film the movies he clearly didn't want to film or be a part of. anytime he received a new script, he grew frustrated more and more each time. all elvis ever wanted was to be taken seriously as an actor. you liked the movies he made, at least most of them. 

the script for girl happy was something else. he hated it, but you were excited about it. he decided to invite you on set, letting you stay in his trailer for the time being. it was day three on set. he had you go out and get lunch for the two of you, only for you to return locked out of the trailer. you banged on the door, tried prying it open, and even asked around but elvis was still nowhere to be found. 

you knocked once more, hearing rustling this time. you put your ear to the door, "elvis? i hear you in there. are you just gonna leave me locked out here?"

there was a grumble on the other side of the door then a huff. "baby-"

"are you alright?" you asked, a hint of worry in your voice.

"keep your voice down!" he yelled on the other side of the door. "if i let you in, you can't laugh. this is humiliatin' for me. promise me you won't laugh."

you leaned against the frame, arms crossed and concerned. "okay...what's going on?"

he finally unlocked the door, cracking it open slightly for you to walk through. shutting the door behind you, in front of you was elvis in a black robe, arms crossed as he gave you a worried look. "i-i don't wanna show you."

"christ, is it really that bad?" 

"it's awful." he sighed. "and i know you're gonna laugh but you promised me you wouldn't laugh. so if i show you, you can't laugh."

you nodded, "okay, got it. don't laugh. now what the hell is going on with you?"

he sighed and put his arms down, untying his robe and dropping it to the floor. nothing could have prepared you for the sight you were about to see. you let out a gasp as elvis stood in front of you in a light blue, floral patterned dress with a black sheer cover over, a black scarf around his neck. there was a tint of pink to his cheeks as he stood there embarrassed, hands on his hips as he shook his head. 

honestly, he looked gorgeous. the slight curl resting on his forehead bounced with every move he made. he flattened out his dress, watching for creases. you didn’t laugh. after all, you did promise you wouldn’t laugh. bashfulness looked beautiful on elvis.

“they put me in a goddamn dress. a dress.” he scoffed. “just when i didn’t think it could get worse, it gets much worse.” his angry rant continued as he paced back and forth around the room. you still hadn’t spoken a word, only focusing on how the dress hugged his body perfectly, the shape of his waist perfect to wrap your arms around. oh, how he was so perfect to you. 

elvis on the other hand, looked at you confused. you didn’t look angry, disappointed or disgusted. whatever the look was, he couldn’t make it out at all. he looked at you concerned, “are you gonna say somethin’? i said not to laugh, not to just stand there in silence. i know it’s bad but-”

“i think you might get mad if i said what i wanted to say..” you quickly interrupted. 

he cocked an eyebrow at you, “what exactly does that mean?” 

you circled him for a moment, getting a better look at the dress and checking him out from every angle. “you look really good.”

elvis widened his eyes, his cheeks becoming warm and rosier by the second. it was as if he was trying to hide himself. “d-don’t say that. t-that’s-that’s not funny.”

“what if i wasn’t trying to be funny?” you got closer to him, toying with the scarf on his neck. “it makes you look pretty.”

he took in a sharp breath, warmth covering his whole body. he blamed it on the dress, the sheer covering, not the words coming from your mouth. you’d never called him pretty before. maybe he’ll call himself handsome or pretty occasionally but it felt so different coming from you. he felt himself just wanting to melt right there, especially as you continued to admire how beautiful he looked. 

you noticed the sudden change in his body language, how he gulped at every praise and began to sweat slightly as you walked closer to him, backing him into the wall. “the dress makes you so pretty. aren’t you such a pretty boy? hm? you’re always so handsome but to me, you’re just so pretty.” you teased, whispering the last few words. 

thank god for the layers he had on. he squeezed his legs together slightly, feeling his chest get heavy. you noticed how shy elvis had gotten, grinning softly to yourself. “should we buy you more dresses after this? maybe something a little more revealing? oh! what about something pink?”

“baby-”

“remember that sweet, lil’ lace dress you bought me a few months ago? maybe we should see if it comes in your size…” you untied the scarf around his neck, tossing it aside. elvis shuddered as you began pressing kisses around his neck. 

“y-you can’t be sayin’ things like that. i-it ain’t right.” he said slightly panicked, watching as you moved your hand slowly down his torso. 

you moved your head to look him in the eyes, humming. “not right? hm?” you sunk down to your knees slowly, moving your hand directly over the hardness under the dress. you gasped slightly at the direct contact. “no panties?” he twitched underneeth your hand, shifting his legs slightly. “such a dirty boy.” 

“p-please…” he whispered.

“use your words, baby.” you glanced up at him, ready to bunch up the dress as you palmed him gently.

he tilted his head back, fighting back a groan. “just t-touch me, please. do somethin’. j-just don’t get the dress dirty.”

“oh, of course. wouldn't want anyone else knowing how naughty elvis presley can get.” you hiked the dress up to his waist, wrapping your hand around his uncut cock, hard and jerking under your touch. “such a pretty lil’ cock for a beautiful boy.” you cooed. elvis let out a small whimper, bucking his hips slightly as you moved your fist up and down slowly, precum oozing from slit and making a sticky mess of your hand. 

he let out a sigh of relief the moment your lips met with his cock, pressing a gentle kiss to the tip before taking him all in. “that's it-” he mumbled. you swirled your tongue around him, coating him with your own saliva and taking in the taste of him. with one hand holding up the dress against his waist, the other was gripped tightly around his thigh as you moaned around his cock, feeling him force himself deeper down your throat. 

for a moment, he forgot he was wearing the dress, the sound of your voice calling him pretty flooding through his mind again. he wished he could see himself. all fucked out, pupils dilated with his pretty dress hiked up around him. so many people were going to see him in a dress, how embarrassing. he's not pretty, he's not-

you slipped him out from your mouth to catch your breath, stroking him a few times. “gonna cum in my mouth, princess? right down momma’s throat?” you purred, taking him in again and swallowing around him. 

“oh-’m so close.” he moaned, gripping at your hair. “keep goin’ mamas, please.” elvis began moving his hips, attempting at fucking your mouth only for you to push him back slightly with your hand, getting him to stop moving. 

that familiar feeling began to coil in his stomach, panting heavier as you took him right down your throat. “f-fuck-momma, i-i’m-” he tilted his head back, letting out a groan as he released right into your mouth. he glanced down at you, letting out a heavy sigh as you took his softening cock out from your lips and pulled the dress back down. “so-”

you straightened out his dress and stood up, fixing his hair a bit. “so pretty boy, you feelin’ better about the dress? what are we thinking?” you cupped his cheek, giving him a warm smile. 

“what am i thinkin’?” he laughed. “thinkin’ we may need to do some dress shopping.”

[marvelmymarvel]

Cookies Made With Stress

Guy Might x StressBaking!Reader

Synopsis: When returning home, many people loved being greeted with the scent of baked goods. But not Guy, no. If you were baking, you were stressed. And this time, it was his fault.

A/n: my bestie stress bakes, and I stress clean. I had to do this.

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Guy sighed from relief at the sight of your home, a smile ghosting his lips as he realized that in less than 2 minutes, he'd be happily tucked in your embrace. As he approached, he looked at his reflection in the mailbox, sighing at the cut across his cheek. You were not going to be happy about that. Brushing it off, he began to open the door and was greeted with the overwhelming smell of baked goods. Most people would be pleased with being greeted by the scent, and some would even find comfort. But not him. Not with you.

"Oh…." He whispered as his smile fell, "... Fuck"

You only baked when stressed, and by the looks of his living and dining room, you were beyond stressed.

"Sweetheart?"

His voice floated into the kitchen where you were angrily rolling out the sugar cookie dough. Your eyes flicked to the clock, scoffing at the time. Guy carefully maneuvered through the house, trying his best not to touch any of the creations you've made so far in his absence.

Desserts were everywhere.

The dining room table was covered with cakes of all shapes and sizes, while the coffee table had different kinds of pastries on it. It then dawned on him, as he caught sight of the kitchen, that he was late.

Very. VERY late.

"Nice of you to join me," you muttered, fingers pressing into the cookie cutter below you. His eyes roamed the room; flour and icing were everywhere, but what shocked him was all of the cookies. It looked like a bakery threw up in the kitchen with how many different types of cookies there were.

Guy craned his neck to see that you were cutting out snowman-shaped sugar cookies. Christmas was months ago… The more he took in, the more he dreaded this discussion. But he couldn't hide from it. He walked up to you, arms wrapping around you as you transferred the shaped cookies to the tray. "Sorry I'm late-"

"2 days, 5 hours, and 16 minutes late, to be exact."

He cringed at that. Once the two of you got married, you made him promise you an exact date and time when he'd be back from a mission. So he made it his personal mission to return home before or on that promised date. And it would seem that he was 2 days, 5 hours, and 16 minutes past the promised time.

"I'm sorry-"

You snatched up the blue icing and broke free from his embrace as you marched over to the cooled cookies, "I mean, couldn't you have sent a raven or something?"

His eyebrows furrowed at that, Raven? "Y/n, baby, we don't even use ravens anymore-"

"Well, Kakashi would have sent his dogs."

"I'm sorry I can't summon dogs???"

You scoffed at him as you began to ice the cookies, hoping to ignore him and his relaxed demeanor. Arguing with him was the worst. While you'd get crazier and crazier, he would somehow get calmer and calmer. It was impossible!! You began muttering to yourself, angrily proclaiming how worried sick you had been for the last two days and how he didn't understand because you didn't face danger every time you left the house. He sighed loudly at your muttering and shaking hands. Your muttering grew louder as you grew frustrated at the frosting.

“Sugar, maybe you should eat something, and then you’ll calm down….”

“Calm down?? CALM DOWN!?!”

"Yes, calm down. I hate when you're mad at me-"

"I'm not mad, I just - GOD, WHY ISN'T THIS FROSTING LAYING RIGHT?!" You exclaimed finally before angrily pushing the cookie tray away from you. Guy stepped forward to try and stop your tantrum but paused as you slammed the frosting bag onto the counter. Your shoulders started to shake, and your fingers gripped the edge of the counter, the fear finally consuming you entirely. You weren't just stressed because he was late.

You were scared he was dead, and he didn't get it. He didn't get that every time he leaves for a mission, you don't sleep and you rarely eat. All you do is keep yourself alive until he returns, and it's not easy. Guy's arm wrapped around you as he snuggly cuddled into you.

"Hey. I'm here now."

His whisper made your walls crumble as you began to sob obnoxiously loud. "I'm just so scared that one of these days, you'll come back dead. I don't know if I can handle that."

"Sweetheart, I promise that won't happen-"

You spun in his embrace, and he winced at your tear-stained cheeks. Before he had a chance to continue, you shoved your face into his neck. He brought his other arm around you as your flour-covered hands wrapped securely around his neck. "I'm here now, I'm not going anywhere any time soon" his words were meant to be comforting, but you only broke down harder at the realization that he couldn't promise that, not in his line of work.

Guy pulled back a little, causing you to whimper and grab onto him, thinking he was leaving you again. "No, no, please-" you were cut off as he hauled you onto the counter, spreading your legs as he slotted himself between them. It was a way to get closer to you, to make you feel like you could hang onto him with all of your might. His hands sweetly cupped your cheeks, head cocking as he took in your panic. "I'm not going anywhere. I promise you I will always come home to you. Okay?"

You didn't know if you wanted to believe him, didn't know if you should. But the way he held you told you that while he did break the promise of never being late, he would never break the promise of coming home. You nodded slowly at this, and your eyes drifted to the cut on his cheek. "Just a scratch," he stated loudly, hoping the sight of it wouldn't send you spiraling again. Your sniffle hit his ear before you turned slightly on the counter, fingers reaching for the peanut butter cookies you made earlier.

"I made your favorite. Figured you'd be hungry when you returned."

Guy smiled slowly at that, eyes crinkling as you shyly handed him the cookie. "Thank you, my love," he whispered before leaning in for a kiss. You shook your head and pushed him back before nodding at the cookie, urging him to try it. He chuckled but pulled back some to try it anyway. Your fingers played with one another on your lap, nervousness filling your body as you waited for a response.

His eyebrows shot up, "Mm mm MMM sugar, that's good!"

"You think so!?"

He nodded excitedly before taking another bite. God did he love your baking. "I think this might be your best batch yet. Who knew that cookies made with stress would taste so good!"

You scoffed at him, mouth opening to fire back another sassy remark, but he simply placed a sweet kiss on your lips. "Thank you, Y/n. Because of you, coming home is always so special."

[small-sinclair]

Hey! It’s my birthday today, I was wondering if I could have some birthday headcanons? Like what the boys would do on their s/o’s special day. Ty! 🖤🦇

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

I hope you enjoyed your day!

The Sinclairs way of celebrating s/o’s b-day.

Bo

I promise, he didn't forget.

Growing up, he shared a birthday with his twin, but birthdays weren't a big thing. But he'll do anything to make you happy on your special day, even if that means not saying happy birthday to you in the morning.

He has your birthday circled in bright red on the calendar in the shop.

With some help, he's planned the perfect night for you even if you think he's forgotten.

He has you go with Lester to town with a long list of items, kissing your head before shoving you out the door, shouting, "An' don't com' back withou' 'em Twinkies!"

It hurts a bit that he can't tell you your surprise, but he promises himself that your smile and excitement will be worth it you flipping him off and cutting off your sentences.

He cleans the house like a mad man without a cause. He's done the dishes all nice and pretty, vacuumed and swept every floor, dusted every corner, laundry spinning and drying. Everything has to be perfect for you. After all, it's your day.

After making everything look nice, he goes and makes himself look nice.

He won't where his black suit (even though you think it's cute). With Vincent's help, he picked out a nice tie over a clean white shirt. Showers, shaves, and sprays that cologne you like.

While he's doing that, Vincent drops off an outfit (or a dress) that Bo picked out for you along with any makeup or jewelry at the shop. There, he waits for Lester to bring you back.

When you get out of the truck and ask what's going on, Vincent shows you your outfit and items.

'Bo has something planned for you, y/n. Trust me.'

After getting ready and nice in the shop, you see the calendar with your birthday circled. You couldn't help but blush. Bo's been working so hard for this, hasn't he?

You hear Bo's truck outside and his good cowboy boots tap the floor as he enters.

He held out his arm for you to take as he places a wildflower in your hair.

"You look breathtaking, darlin'."

Once you get to the house, you see his work. The kitchen light buzzing as something in the oven bakes. One the table, you see there's a gift bag, a badly wrapped box, and a green envelop.

He pulls your chair out and makes you a plate. He's cooked his famous alfrado and south style chicken.

He's pulled all the stops tonight, too, even getting that wine you like (he hates wine) and making sure you were comfortable and loved.

He kisses your cheek. "'M sorry, darlin', if I made ya mad this morning. I had t'keep it a secret." He turns off the kitchen lights for the glow of the candles to light the room. "The Sinclairs never celebrate much, but I... I wanna 'at to change for ya."

Bo sits next to you after placing a homemade cake in front of you. It's decorated as if a kid did it, but it's perfect.

"Happy Birthday, y/n."

Vincent

When you wake you, you're greeted with kisses and hugs.

He's going to make you feel so much love that you won't know what to do with yourself today.

As mentioned in Bo's, their birthdays weren't celebrated and just seen as an other day, but he wants this birthday with him to be the best for you. After all, you're his muse and his muse deserves the best!

He makes you breakfast and coffee in bed, bringing you your favorite food.

On the tray, he made a paper swan and has you open it to show a little list that he's made over the months of knowing you.It's about things he loves about you along with how much you mean to him.

He's not done, too! That's just the morning.

For the rest of the day, he smothers you will all the love he can give. Hugs, cuddles, kisses, hand holding, anything you want him to do, he'll do it, y/n.

He gives you your presents, little gifts that he's made for you out of wax along with drawings and water colored paintings.

You two go upstairs and smell the house smelling like a bakery. Lester finished baking your cake, but he's not going to decorate it.

You and Vincent are.

You two raise Hell as you decorate your cake, he was taking careful strives to make it look good while you were dazzling it with sprinkles and giving frosting to Jonesy.

He takes his mask off as you two work, you telling him about past birthdays and plans for the future.

You boop Vincent's nose with frosting, giggling.

He looks at you as if you two are meeting for the first time. How could he be so lucky to have you, y/n?

When the cake is done, he holds close as you two admire the work.

He doesn't talk much, but... "Happy birth...birthday, y/n."

As your day comes to a close, he holds you in his arms to watch the sunset outside to watch the fireflies and flowers sway as you two sit on a blanket.

With the cake gone and him, your birthday is one of the days you'll look back on.

Lester

Much like Vincent, he wakes you up with kisses and cuddles, whispering, "Happy birthday, sweet pea."

The sun isn't up. Why is he waking you up????

"Com'on, move 'round. I got somethin' special fer ya today. We c'n stop fer breakfast, too."

By the time you're dressed, he has the nicer truck packed and ready to leave with Jonesy in the back seat.

He'll treat you like a passenger prince/princess, letting you pick the music, making sure your warm enough with the blanket. He's happy you are comfortable.

He kisses your hand while he drives, and you go to sleep for a while.

Les has been planning this day for a long time! He got the two days off and let his brothers know that he's taking you somewhere for your birthday. Growing up, birthdays weren't a thing. As the Forgotten Child, birthdays are just another sad reminder of him being forgotten.

But he won't forget yours. Never.

He stops for fast food breakfast, getting your favorite food there and some coffees.

By the time it's lunch, you see something coming closer to the horizan: The Golf Shores.

"I remember ya tellin' me ya liked the ocean an' t'fishes!" He gives you the brightest smile as he dug in his pocket, pulling out two tickets. "So's, I gots us tickets to the aquarium! An', guess wha'? Jonesy c'n com' in as long as she behaves!"

You walk hand-in-hand all over as you look at the fish and sea life, and Jonesy was on her best behavior ever (as if she knew that it's your birthday, too) as she lets strangers pet her.

You end the day down by the waters, watching the sunset on the sand, sitting on a blanket.

"We don't hav'ta rush, honeycomb. Got us a motel room so we c'n spend t'night."

He offers you another smile and kisses you as he gives you a little present.

It's a matching necklace of bones, the same type of bones he wears, and a new earbuds for music.

"Oh! An' one more thin'." He digs into his other pocket and gives you a key. "It's a house key! I thought ya might like t'have one."

It’s one of the best gifts he could’ve given you.

[bohnsky]

I am not happy at all. No I am but also I'm not. I did not wake up at 6:30 in the morning on a sunday just to watch my favorites dnf and listen to Ralf Schumacher rant about my love Checo (at least he knows that Checo fans dislike him). Only the McLaren double podium makes this race okay (not really but I'm happy for them) and Ferrari didn't fuck up which is good.

So anyway here are my favorite drivers 4,5 months into liking f1:

Because he was in the paddock this weekend, I have to include Seb again. My one and only. I love him, he deserves the world, protect him at all cost. When he said it hurts to watch instead of driving himself because Suzuka is his favorite track. Emotional damage.

But he seemed so happy to be back in the paddock and to teach the grid about bees. He's so passionate, it's beautiful. And we got Sewis content.

1. Alex Albon

This (hopefully) won't change as long as I put Seb in a different category (the Seb category).

Just today I saw a comment saying that you simply can't hate Alex and that he is the least disliked driver and I love that. He deserves all the love.

My heart broke when he retired. I am not okay with how things turned out here. Everyone said they love Suzuka, why is it so mean to me?

2. Sergio Perez

I hate to admit that I almost put him on third this week because I wasn't as obsessed with him as I was during the last few weeks, but omg did I get mad when Ralf Schumacher started ranting about him, which made me rethink that decision. I love Checo my precious. This whole race was a disaster for him (and me) and yes some of it was his fault, I realize that, but I refuse to think about it. Just as I refuse to think about his seat. And I refuse to talk about it with anyone who doesn't agree with me. (I don't mind people who don't agree with me, I just don't want to hear it, not when it comes to Checo my love)

I just hope he is okay mentally and can enjoy the celebrations with the team.

Also I usually drink a red bull for every race but I didn't want one at 7 in the morning, so that race must have been the punishment for me not drinking my racely red bull.

3. Charles Leclerc

My man, again on 4th must suck. So close to the podium. But honestly I'm just happy that Ferrari didn't actively try to fuck up his race again.

4. Lewis Hamilton

Sewis content yay :D

Lewis always seems so happy when he's with Seb and that makes me happy. These two are my f1 comfort ship, they never fail to make me smile.

But also unecessary Merc bitch fight, I hope they are civil about it off track.

5. Lance Stroll

This time I had to put Lance here. I just adore him and it literally breaks my heart that he has such a bad season. To me he seems like he always stays true to himself even with all the bullshit he constantly gets and I love that for him. And even if I want more Lance content I love that he stays away from media as much as he does.

He was doing really well this race and I thought this could be a good one for once, for my little Lancy shaped heart, but no. Everything went wrong today just kill me already.

Honerable mentions:

Lando. I'm so happy about the McLaren double podium and that Lando has so many podiums lately. Also I've been watching a lot of Quadrant lately and I'm totally digging it.

Oscar. Obviously, I'm so happy for him. He is an amazing driver and a precious little baby. Go McLaren!

Valtteri. He's really gone through it today. I like him a lot, he might even be in the top 10 and I just want him to be happy. This race was not it. Also it took me ages to learn how to spell Valtteri. I always wrote Vallteri or Valterri. But now I know.

Max. Congrats my guy. I was thinking, I'm a little sad that I joined f1 during his peak. I wish I could've watched him grow and become the driver he is now. Also his fucking hair. Please I just want to touch it.

Hulknussen. I just want to talk about them because it seems like no one else does. To me they are peak enemies to friends (to lovers). But I don't like Haas the team. The drivers are great.

The Alpha Tauris. Listen, I am not okay with the whole seat situation in Alpha Tauri or even all of Red Bull. I love that Yuki and Danny get to drive next season, but what about Liam? He is literally outperforming Yuki. He should get a permanent seat. Why aren't they giving it to Liam? What are they planning? Please don't scare me and my Checo heart. Why can't everyone get a seat? Why did I get into a sport where there are only 20 fucking seats? Why does everyone have to be so lovable?

George. I was thinking about George getting Alex this his seat and I am thankful. That's why George is here on this list today.

The 2nd William seat. Is not a driver but it stresses me out. I don't think that Logan will get it again. I want Mick to get it. Please give me your opinions. Who will get the 2nd Williams seat next season?

[lloydfrontera]

this hellsite can't stop me anyway in the switched protagonist au lloyd and damian are an absolute menace together they enable each other's most asshole-y traits and the levels of sass in the room grows exponentially for every minute they spend together.

they'll be going about their day and randomly start arguing about damian's pay completely unrelated to anything they're doing. full on haggling and negotiating "twenty-five percent and a week of vacation" "five percent and an extra weekend" "twenty percent and five days" "ten percent and three days but you don't mention my birthday for two months" "fifteen, four days and one month" "deal" lloyd does joke damian is the reason they'll fall in debt again. damian argues they wouldn't get nearly as much work done without him. lloyd can appreciate the commitment to getting fair pay even if it does put somewhat of a strain in his pocket. and damian does admire that lloyd never delays payments and he doesn't even has to ask for bonuses or hazard pay because lloyd just,,, gives them all of that (<- this is canon and no i am not mad the webcomic doesn't comment on it the way it should what are you talking about-)

also! they're sooooo good at squeezing shitty rich people out of their money. lloyd will draft the most ridiculous contract he can get away with and damian will loom ominously in the background until it's signed and then they high-five the moment they're out of the room not a single word needed between them.

plus the moment they see a monster and lloyd suggests running away damian agrees immediately, picks him up and fucking books it out of there. they are not in it for the heroics thank you very much. there would need to be a completely different reason for them to defeat the monsters and involve themselves in the drama cause they're both very much in favor of just. running lol

as for javier dealing with the fact that he can no longer protect rakiel the way he's supposed to because he has a demon king inside of him just itching to possess him and making hm as weak as possible in order to make him his vessel,,,, the mental issues would be delightful.

he would hate it with a passion, javier already has a big tendency to berate himself any time he's not strong enough to defeat whatever is threatening lloyd all by himself, so imagine the self-loath that would ensue if not only were he incapable of protecting rakiel but if he was the danger itself.

and then having rakiel push himself to exhaustion to keep him alive once acheros figures that if he can't put him in external danger than he can just make his own body attack him?? he'd be devastated. he'd feel ashamed and angry at himself for turning into a burden to rakiel, he'd try to brute force his way out of being ill only to crash and burn much the same way damian did when he tried to do the same.

javier is very much a 'gifted kid'. everything sorta comes easy to him, he never had to struggle too much to be good at things, not that he didn't apply himself or that he didn't put any effort, but he never encountered something he truly struggled with or couldn't simply surpass on his own. so when he's attacked by something he can't defend himself against, something that is so out of his league he wouldn't even have any idea of how to start defeating, he'd take it pretty darn hard.

i can see him trying to be more hands on while helping rakiel tho, like be it while he's trying to make the medicine for him or just in general around the clinic. like remember when lloyd told him to grow onions during the wetlands arc? and he ended up enjoying it?? he's just,,, a softie under the cool and badass exterior. so i think he would genuinely enjoy helping around in the clinic, he'd probably take an interest in learning some basic first aid or simple treatments. he likes helping people! he'd enjoy knowing how to bring some relief and heal instead of just fighting. and rakiel would be all over it because 1) free help and 2) hopefully if he keeps javier in the clinic they will avoid life-threatening danger that brings acheros out (doesn't work but it was worth the try)

oh my god now i am actually cooing a little over rakiel treating a patient only to look up and get startled by how close javier is leaning in to see, curious to watch the way rakiel heals his patients. and then when rakiel gently asks him if he wants to learn, he'd hesitate a little, worried that his hands, rough and callused from all the fighting he did in the gladiator arena, would harm more than help, but after some more gentle coaxing and a bit of teasing he accepts. and while he never quite becomes a nurse or attendant he's more than proficient at helping rakiel whenever they need some hands or when rakiel asks him to

i dunnot! the thought of javier being allowed to do more than just fight the way he was destined to makes me happy :]

[wutheringmights]

I NEED THE WRITER'S COMMENTARY FOR THE LATEST CHAPTER BECAUSE OH MY GOD 😭😭😭 SO MUCH HAPPENED

Finally had time to do some writer's commentary. Thanks for waiting :)

This also includes some info about the rest of the story at the very end.

This is fraught with spoilers, so beware!

Welcome to The Chapter! As many are aware, this is the chapter I was dying to get to partly because of it's many twists and partly because it's the reason why CTB is the way it is.

To take it back to two years ago: I'm kicking the idea for this fic around in my brain when I get a very vivid image of the scene where Spirit returns. I knew I wanted the audience to immediately know exactly why this was such a big deal, but that would mean the audience would have to understand the scope of everything that happened in the past by this point

At this time, I had been imagining the past only being referenced by Warriors. I was kicking around the idea of doing flashbacks when I realized that I could pair up a flashback showing the child's departure with Spirit's return for a single thematically cohesive chapter. But for a flashback to not feel out of place, they would have to be frequent-- say, every chapter.

Thus, the entire structure of CTB was born, with the syncing point of the two timelines being this chapter! So if you hate the pacing, you can blame it on my need to make sure these two events happen at once

That being said, I feel like I could have had another chapter between the engineer's curse and this one just with stuff involving their apprehension towards each other, but there was no room

The two most iconic moments from the Temple of Souls level of HW is the battle with Dark Link and the room filled with portraits of Link. I had ideas for both, but I only had room for one. I went with the Dark Link fight since I figured more people would be upset if I cut it. I might be able to squeeze in something with the portraits later in the present day timeline

Originally, right after killing the shadow, the engineer was going to say "wow, that felt really good" and Link was going to be so offended

Originally, we were going to see this chapter that the engineer really doesn't like Midna exclusively because she's a dark spirit. I cut this since I really do not need to add another case of fantasy prejudice to my list of things I need to worry about.

(Plus, it makes the engineer really unsympathetic and we're supposed to be rooting for him)

The scene where the engineer begs Lana to let them go was originally going to go differently, and I had written a lot of it before I redid it all. But I don't think I kept that draft and for the life of me, I cannot remember what I wrote

I refuse to freak out about the kiss on the cheek moment the way I did about the neck scene since I can just point to that part in the bible where Judas betrays Jesus with a kiss and say "see! you can't get mad! bros betray each other with kisses all the time!"

Okay let's talk the engineer's plan

My original plan for how the engineer got the child to leave is way different from what happened in story

Originally, the engineer was going to realize that there was the opportunity for one person to run away from Link and jump through the gate. But instead of saving himself, he picked up the child and threw him through-- ensuring the child was safe while damning himself

This was meant to illustrate that despite everything, the engineer was still more morally upright than Link

However, I changed this for two reasons: 1) this was from a version of the story where it would be way ambiguous as to how much the engineer was corrupted by Link, and 2) it would be more satisfying if the engineer won by finally being able to outsmart Link

I realized this about a year ago and committed to the change, but I didn't know at the time what the engineer would do, especially since the engineer's dynamic with Link involves the engineer being unable to keep up with Link's schemes

Only a couple of months ago did I realized how exactly the engineer was going to win-- that being, weaponizing Link's obsession with him. The moment I figured this out was a huge relief cause, again, I spent a whole year not knowing how this was going to go down

So anyone who tells you this story is well thought out is a liar lol

Okay, moving onto the present--

Linkle is the true MVP of this chapter. She was working to keep Warriors together and we love and appreciate her for it

Unlike the flashback where a lot of things got overhauled, the present day went about the way I had always been planning. This may be due to me practically writing the whole thing in the span of 72 hours and not having enough time to overthink any of it

In chapter 19, Cia warns Wild that the next time he made eggs he would burn them. And this chapter, he finally did. Kinda silly set-up and pay off, but it's the small details that matter

Warriors was going to have a big argument with Cia about her not warning him about any of this, but it was a repeat of things he just said to Lana so it felt unnecessary

Ah, Wind. I feel bad for what I did to him. I had a fun time looking up all the things brain damage can cause, so look forward to more about Wind's condition

Sky was always going to be the one who came up with the idea to grab Spirit, and it's been kinda fun up until this point trying to steer his character in the direction to someone who would come up with that idea

Time and Warriors's conversation was fun, though looking now I see I didn't make it clear that Warriors was just about to figure out who Time was before the medicine kicked in and distracted him

Also, I finally got to do the pay off for Warriors's ability to identify poison by taste-- this time, with the inversion of him being fooled

Speaking of pay off, Wind's wind waker plan was so fun to write, though I had initially planned for Wind to not be immobile during it so that there would be way more of him dodging attacks being thrown at him in between him taking temporary control of everyone else-- all of it coming together to look like a dance

I also had an alternate plan where Wind's development went in a different direction and he instead idolized Spirit so much that he desperately wanted him back; for this version, Warriors would have had to outsmart the command melody

I almost didn't have the train pop out of the portal despite it being a part of my plan because I was so sleepy when I finally got to that scene that I wanted to start cutting corners; I'm glad I kept it though!

Ah, Spirit's return.

There was a part of me that was really scared to do this despite this always being the plan. For everything I set up, I always worry that the pay off won't be good enough. And I knew that if this was not well-received, this would destroy a lot of people's interest in CTB

Older Spirit was going to wear his hair in a low pony tail, but I changed it to a man bun so that he would be OSHA compliant lol

In the event I had way less material than I thought and CTB wouldn't be long enough to accommodate Spirit's return, I had an alternate version planned where Time went through the gate to bring Spirit back himself and Warriors followed to stop him

This would result in a scene where Warriors finds Spirit at a house party, and is trying to hide when Spirit goes outside onto the porch and has a short conversation with Warriors. They wouldn't be able to see each other, and Warriors wouldn't say anything himself, but Spirit would reiterate that he wouldn't "do this again" and that he had time to heal from his experiences. We would then leave Spirit in the New Hyrule where he is happy

But luckily, I have plenty of material so the Spirit we have in-story now has capital-I-Issues we get to explore!

I always knew that Time would never tell Warriors the truth, which meant that it was always going to be Spirit who would spill the beans

On one hand, this makes for a two-punch plot twist, but I also can see how including both Spirit's return and Time's reveal in the same chapter would distract one from the other (goodness knows that both distract from the child's departure, which is one of the best scenes I have ever written rip)

But I justified it to myself with this: the reader expects Time to confess and can feel it coming. They can only forget about it when the anticipation for Spirit's return begins. So now when the reveal comes up, it catches the reader off guard despite them knowing it's coming

So yeah, now that our brother's are reunited, the reason this fic is named "Call Them Brothers" makes more sense. It has always been about the brothers.

Finally, let's end on important shop talk concerning the rest of CTB.

We are 2/3rds of the way through my planned plot for CTB, with this last third focusing on the drama between the brothers and stopping the war. I don't have an estimated chapter count as I have yet to figure out the pacing.

Yeah, so two years ago I divvied up the plot points into chapters up until this one and then told myself I would go back later and finish the outline. And I just... never did. Ooops!

That may have worked out in my favor. A lot of things have changed in the past two years. While the general plot hasn't really changed, I have a better understanding of what I am writing. Plus, I really do not want to spend another 2 years on this story, so I would like to take some time to figure out if there are any areas I can trim or condense.

I want to be careful with what I write next, as it's way too easy to fall into cheap, philosophical pitfalls. I don't want someone to read CTB and think that the story is about how everyone deserves forgiveness or that a terrible person is irredeemable. There's a lot of nuance in the difficult questions I want to explore, which I need some more time to figure out for myself.

All together, the small hiatus Tears of the Kingdom is enforcing will be good for me and CTB. I'll get some time to figure out the pacing and make sure that the last of CTB is the story I want to tell.

Thank you in advance for your patience! 💛

[steeklover]

You guys sleep on their friendship too much 😔

Time-laspe (I tried to download the video and attach it to this post but I think it was too big and my computer is tired because it won't download. That is the link, you can watch it if you'd like too, I know I like to watch art time-laspes. It is around fifteen minutes though, I didn't know how to make it any faster so there's your warning)

(Okay so I'm just now realizing that the part of the video where I used actually colors got cut off 😐And I can't even fix it because I've already deleted the clip off my computer and emptied my recycle bin. I'm so upset now, I'm sorry 😭😭I'm not a tech savy person at all)

You don't have to read this if you don't want to, it's more of an artist's note to myself. If you want to know more of my thought process while doing this then you can read it though.

First, I just want to give credit to the base I used!

Second, I used Krita to draw and Canva to put the video together. I've never really used another drawing app/software thing before (I've used Procreate a few times on my sister's IPad but it's not like I'm going to draw anything South Park on there) so I don't really have anything to compare it too. It's free though so... how much better can you get. The only thing I don't like about it so far is that the fill tool kind of sucks but it's not too bad, you just have to go over the edges to get a solid color (at least from my experience). And I've been using Canva for a while now, I've put together a few videos before but not in a while so I was a little rusty. The only thing I don't like about that is that I have to pay for an upgrade if I want to download a long video.

I started trying to draw seriously in April and now it's July so it's been like two months (?). I haven't posted anything since May I think but I've still been drawing a lot, I just haven't finished anything worth posting up until today.

I started out drawing this thinking it was going to be bad. Then about halfway through I thought it might actually turn out alright. Then I finished it and I kind of hate it. I think it would be much better if I practiced shading and textures but I'm too lazy for that, at least for now.

I hardly know anything about art, whether it be digital or traditional. I don't know anatomy, color theory, perspective, none of it. You can see on the time-lapse that I basically traced the base I used, did the faces and clothes and then colored it and that took me ALL DAY! Granted I had breaks like when I made my lunch and ran over to my grandma's house but other than that, I've been working on this piece (along with Stan but I did most of Stan yesterday, I just colored him this morning).

I have mad respect for every single artist out there because this is so hard... but for some reason I want to keep doing it. I know it's going to be super satisfying to look back on my art work from two years ago and see how much I've improved (hopefully I've improved, please tell me I'll improved)

As you can probably tell, I didn't get everything in the time-laspe. Recording the process was so hard, I tried to do it with Stan yesterday but I barely knew what I was doing and I kept getting called by my mom to do stuff so I had to keep pausing and un-pausing so I gave up and tried again today. I think my computer is worn out by working all day because not only have I been drawing on it all day but I have also been editing the video all day. I really like when artists post time-laspes though because it gives me an idea of their process and it's really nice to watch.

But anyway, I ended up giving Jason eyeliner because one) he's metro, two) I headcanon him wearing eyeliner (same thing with Tweek) and three) he needed a little something MORE to him, if that makes sense. I orginally wasn't going to give him eyeliner because I was afraid he would look too much like Tweek but once the picture was done, I decided they wouldn't look too similar. I also gave Tweek and Jason both freckles because for Jason, it's canon and for Tweek, it's my headcanon for him. You probably can't tell that Tweek has freckles because I made them really faint (on purpose) and I like to think he'd only have a few on his cheeks and nose. I gave Jason a lot though because I'm pretty sure that's how it is in the show. Lastly I forgot to color Jason's shirt in so that's everything that's not on the video.

I think the hardest thing for me was the eyes and the clothes. I have a love-hate relationship drawing eyes. I love looking at how different people draw their eyes but when it comes to drawing my own eyes... yikes 😬Also I think it's the facial proportions that might make this seem off, I think I have a bad habit of making the eyes too big but that's what I've been doing ever since I was a little kid so now if I make the eyes small, it just looks off. And again, I didn't do anything shading so it probably makes the picture look flat. Plus I have no idea what I'm doing.

I also usually have a hard time drawing hair but today I had a pretty easy time doing it. I was really surprised. Also another headcanon of mine for Tweek is that he has platinum blonde hair. I love platinum blonde hair and just blonde hair in general and his hair is SO YELLOW, I feel like if he was older than he'd dye it. Also they are both teens in this picture.

Tweek looks really pasty here, I tried to give him pale skin but I didn't mean for it to be THAT pale.

I think that's all I have to say. If you read this and have any tips for me, I'd love to hear them. I'd love to redraw this in a few months or maybe in a year if I decide to keep drawing, I know there's defiently room for improvement.

Despite all the complaining I just did, I don't HATE this picture per say. I really like my art style, it's simple but cute (imo of course). I feel like if I learned more about shading and learn how to draw faces and clothes better than I'd do a lot better. I think Stan was a lot cuter but this is cute too.

Lastly, ignore the two random dots if you find them, I'm too tired to fix this.

Anyway, if you read all of this, I really appreciate you! Have a great day/night! ❤️❤️

[disco-elysium-via-polls]

[content warning: suicide]

Screenshot of the Drama check I missed in the previous update. Now that we have 4 points in Drama, we'll pass Medium difficulty passive checks.

DRAMA [Medium: Success] - Oh, those again? I have been trying to wean you off them.

Off of what?

DRAMA - You know, when you put your gun, your *actual* gun, on your temple and pretend to shoot your brains out? Off of that. People don’t like that.

EMPATHY [Medium: Success] - Some poor sod was trying to eat his pudding, while you were screaming, spit flying, imitating the *mercy shot* right next to him… Spat some in his food, I don’t think he touched it after…

Resuming where we left off...

3. "Okay. I don't know what to say."

SYLVIE - "Me neither."

2. "Why would I threaten to kill myself?! I mean, look at this world, I would love to stay!"

SYLVIE - There is silence on the other end of the line.

4. "Yes, but what happened to my gun?" Just conclude.

SYLVIE - "No idea. All I know is, next you were waving around money instead. Saying things like 'Big bucks cannot lie' and 'Guns can't buy money, but money can always buy guns'."

+5 XP

SYLVIE - "It almost looked like you pawned it, but believe me, I did *not* ask." She sighs.

That's all we can talk to Sylvie about, at least for now.

6. "I think I got everything I need, thanks." [End call.]

SYLVIE - "I do hope so. Please don't call me again. Bye." She's ready to hang up.

[Empathy - Medium 10] Wait, why does she seem angry with you?

"Bye, Sylvie."

EMPATHY [Medium: Success] - Yes. You have obviously done something to upset her -- at the Whirling-in-Rags, when she was still working there.

"Wait, before you go.. You're mad at me, right? Tell me, what did I do? I can't remember anything."

+5 XP

SYLVIE - "I'm not mad, it's just..." The static sighs again. "You were so drunk and so emotional all the time, and then the *skua thing* happened. It just made me want to quit."

"What skua thing?"

"So you're telling me that *I* was the one who made you want to quit?"

"Right, thank you for talking with me. Take care. [Leave.]

SYLVIE - "Yes, obviously. You were the worst client I've ever seen. And I have seen *so many* assholes in this place..."

"I've had sailors fighting, Union guys grabbing my ass, kids stealing booze. Once a guy was glued to the karaoke machine every night for two months. But *you*..." She pauses.

"Go on. I want to know what I did."

"I think I've heard enough." (Back off.)

SYLVIE - "Well... You were worse than all of them. Honestly, you were getting borderline aggressive."

"Even about little things, like not turning down the volume at 3 AM. I even *liked* one of those songs you kept listening to on repeat. No more. I hate it now."

"Hold on, which song?"

"Right. Was that all?"

+5 XP

SYLVIE - "'We Go On' by the OO." She sighs. "I can't listen to it anymore, you've turned it into a parody."

"Sorry. Sorry about the song."

"Right. Was that all?"

SYLVIE - "Then there was your room. Your *project*, an experiment to see how bad it can get in there."

"I tried to send the cleaner, but you wouldn't let me. Threatened to 'make me understand'. I had no idea what you meant -- and I *don't* want to know."

"And then you screamed something about how you're actually a 'real cool guy' and no one understands it... 'One of the coolest guys there is'. *The* coolest guy in Jamrock. Something about disco too..."

[haveagarbageday]

Help, he's down bad \\ Max Verstappen

summary: You (corpogirlie) come back to streaming after a break, and Max wants to make it up to you, because he knows he's partly the reason why you stopped for months.

additional info: streamer!reader. smau.

{part 2}

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corpogirlie: Chiaki4Deck installed ✅ PS5 fired up ✅ Ready for a good night 🥳 (It finally feels like home on the Steam Deck ❤️)

(Please, don't mind the potato quality, I took it with my phone in the dark.)

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user1: What are you playing?

╰┈➤ corpogirlie: Bloodborne

╰┈➤ user2: OMG I LOVE THAT GAME!

╰┈➤ yourbff: LOL 😂

╰┈➤ corpogirlie: Sike, I hate soulslike games. (Please, don't hate me, but I get a stroke after ten minutes every single time.)

╰┈➤ user1: Then?

╰┈➤ corpogirlie: Probably Gran Turismo. Maybe a little CoD later.

user3: Come back to Twitch, we miss you!!!!

user4: Will you talk about your deck on stream when you return? I'm thinking about buying one, but I'd like to hear your opinion.

maxverstappen1: Check your DMs, please.

╰┈➤ corpogirlie: Nope.

╰┈➤ maxverstappen1: Are you still mad at me?

╰┈➤ user5: STILL?! What's the story?

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corpogirlie: Cyberpunk 2077 playthrough #21 – Staying true to my name by picking the corpo path once again.

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user7: Not Max liking this two seconds after she published it 😂

user8: maxverstappen1 stop terrorizing her on Twitch, she's clearly pissed at you.

╰┈➤ maxverstappen1: Not until she talks to me.

╰┈➤ corpogirlie: GTFO or I'll fucking block you, Max.

╰┈➤ maxverstappen1: I just want to talk.

user9: Have you ever played any other path?

╰┈➤ corpogirlie: Hmmm... no. And before you ask, I always save Goro ❤️

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maxverstappen1: All's well that ends well?

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user11: What does this mean and who is she?

landonorris: She's so nice, I can't believe you somehow convinced her to join you this weekend.

╰┈➤ maxverstappen1: I think she likes me too much to say no.

╰┈➤ landonorris: Brb, I'll try to change that.

╰┈➤ maxverstappen1: Stay away from her.

user12: Are you soft launching a relationship? Awwww.

user13: Wait, the hair, the jacket... corpogirlie, is that you?

╰┈➤ user14: No way, last time we saw them interact, she threatened to block him.

╰┈➤ user13: I remember the stream where she showed us this jacket, and there are only a couple of these in the world. It has to be her.

corpogirlie: Yes, I did come to watch him race, but no, there's nothing going on between us. I'm here as a friend.

╰┈➤ user15: Good decision, you don't need his batshit crazy fans.

╰┈➤ maxverstappen1: 😟

╰┈➤ landonorris: I love you. Would you go out with me if I asked nicely?

╰┈➤ maxverstappen1: Stay away, she's mine.

╰┈➤ corpogirlie: Um, I'm not?

charles_leclerc: corpogirlie, you should play something with us someday.

╰┈➤ corpogirlie: Gladly! We'll talk about this.

╰┈➤ maxverstappen1: Don't take her away from me. She promised to only play with me and my friends.

╰┈➤ corpogirlie: I did not.

user16: I can't believe how protective Max is with her. Dude, it's almost embarrassing. She doesn't want you.

╰┈➤ maxverstappen1: We'll see about that.