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geo-winchester · 8 months

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I MEANT JIMMY FUCK SORRY

35. Put your seatbelt on. WITH JIMMY AND

"Have you eaten today" WITH EGGSY IM SORRY LMAO

THE ROOFTOP

A/N: hi lovely!! I’m so sorry this took me an eternity, I haven’t been mentally well and I’m trying to keep up with all the request but finally I finish this I hope you like it and I promise I’ll start to work on your other request with jimmy! Hope you have a lovely day/night! And thanks a lot for your requests🩵🩵🩵

Taron Egerton’s masterlist

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It’s been two years since you started your relationship with Eggsy and with that, it’s been two years telling the most weird story of how you met. For you it starts like a normal day at your residency, that day you were supposed to be helping Dr. Park on a surgery but one of your coworker got late making you end up on the ER, You don’t hate to be on that area but this was a surgery that you like to see. You gave a quick look at the tests of the patient you were going to check on, you make your way to the cubicle, when you get inside and look at him you were a little surprise, It was your old neighbor, your father were friend with his father, but you lost contact when his mother married again.

-Eggsy?- he smiled when he recognized you.

-Yn? What are you doing here?

-I should be doing that question- you said -I’m a resident here, actually I’ll be your doctor today, do you want me to introduce me as I usually do?- you said -Hello, I’m doctor YN YLN, I’m going to be the doctor who is going to attend you today, tell me how your feeling Mr. Unwin?- Eggsy and you start to laugh.

-You sound like that boy from up- he said, making you laugh.

-I know we always said that- you said you left the papers on a little table and approach to him -I’m going to exam you- you put the stethoscope on his chest -please take a deep breath- you couldn’t help but blush when you met his eyes -Do you want to share with me how this happen- you notice that he start to think on something.

-Oh uh… I got into a fight with some pricks in the pub- he said you look at him for a moment.

-You know it will be better if you tell the truth to me- you said.

-I…- but before he could say anything else a man came in. He had a couple of glasses and a nice suit, none of his hair was out of line.

-Oh, Eggsy, I’m glad you’re doing better- he said.

-Yn, this is Harry, he’s my…

-Uncle- you looked at him suspiciously but you shrugged.

-I think that because of the traumas you had, you need to stay here for a few days.

-We’ll do whatever you say, doctor- Harry said as he gave you a soft smile.

-Ok, I’ll tell everything to Doctor Martin so he can be updated with your case when he sees you…

-Wait, so that means that I don’t have to see you again?- Eggsy asked.

-You won’t get rid of me that easily- you said before you winked at him.

You visited him every day while he was in the hospital, you liked to be around him, you could talk about anything and he always made you laugh, before he left the hospital he asked you for a date, you had to admit that you were nervous but everything went great. That date became a second date and then you started dating. After your sixth month dating he told you about his real job, he warned you that it could be dangerous for you and if you want to leave him he’ll understand but instead you took a step closer and kissed him. You were worried every time he was on a mission, but this time everything was different, some woman want all the control for the drugs, eggs was on united state with another agency, Harry was back, the hospital was a chaos with all the people infected with poppy’s drugs, and the cherry of the cake was when he called you and tell you that they were going to fight the golden circle on Poppy’s island. You tried to focus on your patients but you were tense until Eggsy’s name appeared on the screen.

-Oh god, I’m glad you’re ok- you said making him chuckle.

-You didn’t think that I would make it alive, uh love?

-I never doubt of you babe… when are you coming home, I miss you

-I miss you too, darling- he said -Have you been eating today?- you thought for a second.

-Yeah- you said as you bit your lip.

-Love, you know I know when you’re lying right?- he said, making you sighed.

-Ok I haven’t eaten today, we were kind of busy giving all the infected people the antidote that some spy won.

-You mean that handsome spy that 's waiting for you in the medics room?

-what?- you said as you ran to that room, Eggsy looked at you with a smirk on his face.

-I’m going to hang up now love- you haven’t realized that you have your phone on your ear.

-how…

-I’ll tell you later but first follow me- you did as he said, you followed him to the rooftop of the hospital, you were a little confused but you forgot when you saw the view.

-God has been ages since I've been here- you said before you look at him.

-How did you know about this place?

-I… kind of followed you when I was here- he said ashamed.

-So you were a stalker, agent Galahad?- you said with a smirk.

-Just for you, babe- he said with a smirk, you get close to him and kiss him.

-I really miss you- you said.

-Me too- you noticed that something was bothering him.

-Are you ok?-he didn’t answer right away, until he shook his head -Do you want to talk about it?

-I… I almost didn’t make it- you could feel the air stuck in your lungs -I’m here thanks to Merlin and it was my fault- you hugged him as he told him everything that happened and you kept hugging as he calmed down and stayed like that for a moment.

-How you been, what’s new?- he asked you after a while.

-Let’s see, I found something I want to show you- you said as you looked at your phone and showed him a photo on your phone.

-Look how young we were- he said.

-Are you telling me old?-you jokes.

-Well you’re not 11 years olds anymore- he said -you want to know a secret?- you nodded.

-I had a crush for you- you could see the blush appearing in his face -I know we were kids but when I was with you, I was always happy and if I’m honest I always wonder what happened to you, so imagine my surprise when you were my doctor, I was excited and then this happened… and now with everything I’m sure of one thing.

-And what’s that?- you asked.

-I realized that I want to spend my life with you- he said looking at your eyes.

-Are you…

-I’ll propose one day and I hope that you’ll say yes, but I’m pretty confident that you’ll accept- he said with a smirk making you roll your eyes- come on love, let's get you something to eat.

-Eggsy- you stopped him -I love you- you pull him into a soft kiss -shit I don’t want to compete with everything you said but I just want you to know that I’m really happy when I’m with you- you gave him a quick kiss before you start to walk again -oh and I’m pretty confident too that I’ll say yes- he gave you a big smile -so you have to promise me something.

-Yes, I’ll introduce you to Elthon John- he said.

-I was going to say that you have to always come back to me but now I want to hear that.

-I promise- he said -come on, let’s eat and I’ll tell you everything- he said as he took your hand.

#taron egerton x reader #taron egerton imagine #taron egerton fanfiction #eggsy unwin x reader #eggsy x reader #eggsy unwin

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helenaaa2 · 2 months

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Your best friend is pregnant!!!

Im Helena your best friend, we’re always together and I share all my secrets with you, you’re like my big brother. I’m 1.49mts, bob haircut, dark-brown eyes, dark hair, weight 50kgs, B cup and wide hips .

41 weeks ago I told you I had an adventure with a man in a bar when I was on vacations with my family, a few weeks later I bought a pregnancy test and I called you to do it together. We both saw the positive result with fear, I asked you to please don’t tell anyone and then we’ll see what to do.

I didnt want to abort, so I started using very oversized clothes. It was in the week 26 when things started to get difficult because my bump was huge, I tried using even your shirts but anything worked, that huge belly button was visible through every single outfit. After a few hours planning something we decided that the best option we had was moving together as roommates with the excuse of “searching for new work opportunities”, have the baby and give it in adoption, then come back. My parents knew you for a long time so they didn’t have any problem with the idea.

We moved to a little house in the suburbs so anyone knew us and we didn’t have to hide it, I felt completely free using sport bras again and my favourite dresses. We were so peaceful until week 35, by this point I was huge, my milky boobs had doubled their original size, we couldn’t remember any other pregnant women we ever seen that was bigger than me. But there was not that much time left, I was so excited to give birth and finally get back to my life, but at the same time scared because now having a completely natural unassisted birth at home doesn’t seem to be a good idea.

We started thinking about everything we needed for the birth and that we didn’t visit any doctor, so on the week 37 we decided we had to see a doctor just to see if everything was ok and to set everything for the adoption. We drove 2 hours to the closest hospital to the gyno appointment, we told him the truth because he seemed to be very empathic and he actually was.

The appointment started with questions and answers

-“How old are you?”

H.-“26”

-“In 20 years as a gyno Ive just seen two tummies that big, do you know how many weeks you have?”

H.-“Yeah, it never stops growing. I have 37 weeks but I’ve read that maybe it’s just a lot of amniotic fluid.”

-Maybe, but that big it’s not just because of fluids. Do you know who’s the father?

H.-“No, I can’t remember and I don’t want to know”

-Ok, let’s have a look. Please take out all your clothes, use this coat and get comfy in those stirrups right there.

It was time for a ultrasound, we I was very nervous. I asked you to stay with me all the time so you did, I loved how you were supporting me all the time and I hold your hand and put it over my exposed big belly.

Doctor arrived a few minutes later and started preparing everything, we were about to know everything about my baby. He used some gel that was really cold and got my nipples so hard, I was so nervous and gripped your hand firmly. He started scanning my belly with the ultrasound, I couldn’t distinguish anything but when he moved the devise a little bit to the center he laughed so bad “WHATT?!!” I shouted to the doctor trying to see the image in the monitor “Lady, you actually have a lot of fluid but what really makes you huge is that you’re expecting twins”

I couldn’t react, I was totally shocked really thinking in anything, I was just analyzing the new and finally looked at you. You weren’t scared or shocked, YOU WERE SO HAPPY and your happiness went through your hand to me. I felt better after that, but the bad news were coming. After that, the appointment continued with the doctor checking my whole body, my tits, my belly, my cervix and I don’t know what else. When he finished I went for my clothes and dressed up, I come back and heard you talking about the birth, I sit down and the doctor explains everything now to me.

-“What I just saw is something really rare, most women like you…you know…petite with twins don’t usually reach even the week 35, but you’re now on the 37 and the babies doesn’t seem to be very excited to come out. To make it simple…your situation is like this, you’re going to have those babies for at least 3 weeks more inside of you, and right now I can calculate each baby weights around 8lbs”

When doctor said 8lbs I just let another “WHAT?!!!” Come out from me

-“Yes, what you heard sweetie, 8lbs and they’re getting heavier. I calculate a final weight of around 10lbs each if you give birth in the week 40. So, what I recommend you is to let those babies grow those 3 weeks more and then come here to have a c-section or induce the labour if your babies are in the correct position.”

H.-“I was thinking about an all natural birth at home doc…that’s what we want right?” I turn to you waiting for your answer.

Y.-“Yeah, for sure…We were very excited about having the babies at home without any medical procedure. I even took a few curses and now I’m a certified midwife” you said proudly.

-“I wouldn’t recommend that, a birth of babies that big is not something easy, but I admire your courage. What we can do is this, you actually have really wide hips that are perfect to give birth so I won’t be worried about baby getting stuck, but I’m actually worried about your vagina. Most of the times the real problem is that the vagina is not that wide or they just don’t let it stretch correctly. So what we’re gonna do is this: I’ll send you some clases I give online so you can know exactly what to do in all the possible cases that could happen during the birth. But this is just for the week 40 as time limit, if you reach the week 41 there’ll be no other option than practice a c-section, understand?”

My mind was receiving a lot of information at the same time, just the words “10lbs, birth, vagina, stretch, 40, c-section” were mixed rounding my head. Little bit worried and confused I looked at you, you didn’t seem to be worried about anything, you looked so excited and sure about what we were about to do. Again your confidence and happiness infected me and gave me the strength to turn to the doctor and say “That’s great, thank you for everything. We’ll contact you if something happens” Get slowly and hardly up the chair to shake the doctors hand.

We were in the car coming back home and we couldn’t stop talking about what we needed to do, what we needed to prepare, what we needed to buy and bet when the babies were coming. Was a very long road trip so we had enough time to talk and plan every single detail.

It’s the first time I write a story, please tell me what do you think. It’s too large but I think it’s not boring

If you like it ask for the part 2 ❤️

#birth fettish #birth kink #best friends #story #pregnancy #pregnant kink

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summerfevers · 2 months

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if you’re up to it i would very much like to know your white collar neal timeline🎤🎤

this turned out to have many asides and be very long so the tl;dr is: peter have you considered that he's just a twenty-something teenage girl :( ?

timeline:

neal born 1984 ish. he's an aries and a millennial

neal, ellen, and neal's mom go into witsec 1987, neal age 3

2003 adler scandal i fucking guess. neal age 19

neal arrested probably mid 2005, 21

neal goes to jail for the first time, i want to say early 2006, age almost 22

pilot is set late summer 2009, age 25

same-sex marriage legalized in new york june 24th 2011, they talk about this in season 3 episode 14 which is soon after. neal's 27

more or less a year later–let's go with less–neal tells sam that he has spent the last decade running from the truth he learned at 18. taking him literally that it was 10 years ago he is now 28 it is the end of season 4 and 2012

the end of season 4 to the series finale is less than a year. he is 29 its 2013.

when we see him in paris he might be 30 but that doesn't count To Me

i present my evidence:

i don't know where we got "neal is 35" from i cant make it work. neal and co. went into witsec (which i have actually since learned is not available to people living in dc, they have their own version but it is not overseen by the federal marshalls, i don't think they can give you as many legal documents like a ssn, and they don't help you set up your new life as much? something about neal's life that would be interesting to explore.) when he was three and ellen says in season 4 that she's been in witsec for Nearly three decades. confirmed 33 or under in season 4

he also says to "sam" more than once that he's spent the last decade running from the truth he learned at 18–he very well could be rounding down here and mean like 12-13 years but i am Choosing to Believe he meant that literally. we are now at youngest 28, it is the last episode of season 4.

now due to the way the show is structured and the fact that it is never really winter. ok maybe winter 1 time because i can see in my mind neal in his little wool coat and earmuffs but largely it is summer and we never have a christmas episode. anyway due to All That our only real anchor in the timeline is that the episode where diana is Grappling with her engagement to Christie happens immediately following june 24th 2011, when same-sex marriage was legalized in new york. and also that later that season in the commutation hearing they say that neal has served 2 years of his sentence. so the pilot was set in 2009 when it aired we are at one year/season. but as the series goes on the episodes and even seasons have increasingly shorter gaps between them, and by season 6 we haven't even finished our four years. by the end of season 4 i want to say we are three years into his sentence and he's 28. between the end of season 4 and when neal dies in season 6 there has got to be less than a year that passes. actually deadass why was neal so obsessed with the pink panther case ending his sentence early we are like months out king. i get the injustice the system is broken they'd keep him forever but to people outside his circle he must have looked sooo silly for that. but whatever. he is 29 when he dies and 30 when we see him again in paris, his roaring 20s of crime and incarceration over.

Anyway where the "neal is 35 or at least claims to be much older than this timeline would say he is" probably came from in-universe is that the adler scandal takes place SEVEN years before s2 when peter confronts neal about it. 2003?????? guys the thing we have to understand, to embrace, about neal's personal timeline is that i do not think anyone in that writers room was really grasping how much they had neal do in so short a time. 2003 he is like 19 guys. maybe by the time peter says it was 7 years ago it was 2011 ? and the adler thing was 2004? but no that couldn't work because it's mid 2011 like a year later in s3. so basically neal walks out of st louis and has a magical girl transformation through which he immediately becomes a great conman and criminal. and he meets mozzie basically straight away. he should still be in like calculus and ap lit at this juncture. and then they go right into the adler con ??? and neal is obviously lying through his teeth to everyone saying he is at least 21 but probably more along the lines of 23. and while most of his aliases are eventually found out by peter if no one else, no one ever goes "wait IS HE a teenager?" no one is guessing this.

so we spend a couple months fucking around and fucking UP with adler, kate probably doesn't know how old we actually are, this relationship cannot actually last very long at all because we are truly on a time crunch right now. we have less than three years for neals entire criminal career before he goes to jail. i know i said on the bullet list he went to jail early 2006 he has got to have been arrested like summer 2005 at the latest to be tried and sentenced by then and i feel like even that might be tight because he was suspected of so many other things they wanted to get evidence for. but how is neal teaching kate to be a criminal less than a year into his own career. i think neal must have been a hardcore improv kid for this to work honestly. i bet he competed. so our golden days of mozzie neal and kate against the world lasts maybe a year at best before neal and kate fight and she leaves and he spends months trying to get her back and get her attention and commits a truly breathtaking amount of crimes in this time.

also i'm skipping through forging bonds right now trying to flesh out this timeline and it was incredibly shady of peter and co to see that kate is doing so much to stay hidden from her ex boyfriend and then to reveal her to neal in order to catch him. like that was fucked up they didn't know neal yet he hadn't been suspected of violent crimes but they didn't know why kate was working so hard to escape him. like it worked out ok (arguably, but that could be a different post) but they had no reason to trust neal not to hurt her like this. she could have been running from an abusive situation he's known to be a talented criminal with no fears about escalating his crimes he could have killed her. one thing about the fbi is that they never once care about kate's safety and it does indeed get her killed one day.

in conclusion neal is known as one of the best forgers in the world when he is arrested in 2005 at age 21 maybe 2 years into his criminal career. here i am 21 what have i accomplished

#hiiiiiii LOVE your wc fic explorations of neals childhood are everything To Me and really your characterization of danny brooks is exactly #the kind of child neal would have to be for him to have been essentially a child prodigy at white collar crime #truly hes gotta be canon #also one more thing why is james in that flashback like have a good day at school 🥰 or whatever. neal is 2 or 3 and his mom didnt seem #to work so he didnt have daycare. where tf is he going #anyway thank you for coming to my ted talk future talks will discuss my conflicting opinions on how neal and kates relationship is treated #in canon and how neal was obviously not an early 2000s emo kid but frankly? maybe he should have been. good night #white collar #poplars.txt #just put this throufh a word counter 1200??? sorry.#this post is nearly twice the word count of the assignment i was procrastinating while i wrote it 🧍

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prismatic-bell · 5 months

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5, 20, 32, and 39 for the Fic Writer Ask Game, if you want? (I'm indecisive. Many questions for you!)

ooooh :D 5) What are your fanfic pet peeves? Do they have a huge effect on whether or not you decide to read something? I HAVE WANTED TO RANT ABOUT THIS FOR AGES. PEOPLE WHO DON'T FUCKING USE CORRECT PUNCTUATION FOR DIALOGUE. Like this: "Let's go up the hill." Jack said. (Should be: "Let's go up the hill," Jack said.) "We can fetch a pail of water" Jill said. (Should be: "We can fetch a pail of water," Jill said.)

"I fell down and broke my crown" Jack held his head in his hands "I'll come tumbling after" (Should be: "I fell down and broke my crown." Jack held his head in his hands. And Jill's dialogue should be on a different line altogether and lacks a period.) And no, I will not read fics that do this. As soon as I see it I backspace out. 20) What's your favorite part about the writing process? So, it's important to understand I work in a job that doesn't require much brainpower. Most of my "writing" is done in my head, away from a keyboard. And sometimes you just get the most perfect nugget of fic--for me, it's usually dialogue--and you know you're going to use it. That moment when you put it on the page, whether it's that day or a year later? That moment, man. Straight into the vein. Give it to me. 32) Copy and paste your top three favorite lines/jokes/sentences you've ever written. What fics do they come from? ....this is the moment I can tell this is aimed at younger writers. I've been writing fic for 24 years. I'll restrict myself to things I've written in the last ten, then. I'm not sure these are "top" three with that much writing involved, but they're up there. #1: He taught me how to balance a budget, trust my own judgment, and fuck like it was the last night on earth. I taught him how to slice vegetables without slicing himself, change a tire, and in the end I taught him how to die. One of us got a very, very bad end of that deal. This is from a fic I never fully ported to AO3 (although I really should), written about an original longform story posted to r/nosleep. It's called I Used To Be A Stagecoach Driver and if it ever gets a surge of traffic again on the AO3 I'll probably port the rest, but it's low priority. #2: Crow waits a few seconds more, debating if he wants to admit he's been jonesing—and, yeah, chewing on his thumb—since about ten o'clock this morning. Finally he caves and takes a smoke. Godwin puts the pack back on the desk, offers a lighter, and waits until Crow's had a drag that tastes like menthol and bad dreams before Godwin rests his elbows on the arms of the chair and tents his fingers. This is from a Yu-Gi-Oh 5Ds fic I swear I actually will finish someday. It's an AU that breaks off at episode 35, although it has a lot of its basis in the 50-to-64 episodes. I love the description "menthol and bad dreams," but also this was the point where I decided I had to let my characters have bad habits without considering them bad people for it, and I'm really proud of it for that. #3: Bond rather enjoyed lesbians. They tended to have quite a lot in common with him, like enjoying beautiful women and being entirely done with everyone else’s shit, and that made them easy to ingratiate with when he needed an ally and not a honeypot. This one's from a James Bond fic I wrote last year, and honestly, I just love the idea of Bond being like "hell yeah lesbians." 35) How much has fic writing changed your life? Oh, man. I don't even know where to begin. I've met so many friends through fic, and even one of my old girlfriends. You could argue the entire trajectory of my life would be different without it, in so many ways I can't even begin to imagine.

#you ask nina answers #solarmorrigan #a twist of meme

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summerofsmiles · 1 year

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Led Zeppelin Musical Moments That Altered My Brain Chemistry

I saw this trend on tiktok and I wanted to make this list so here we are . . . Please add your own brain altering zeppelin moments

The moment of silence where you almost catch your breath before the guitar solo in ‘Good Times Bad Times’

The moment in dazed and confused when the guitars join and double the riff

The ‘going to San Francisco’ section of the TSRTS Dazed and Confused and the beginning of the bow section, specifically this figure at 9:35 on the live album track. I don’t know how to describe it besides (wheeEEEEEohwheEEEEE . . . weeEeEeE)

The lead up to ‘my gun’ part of ‘How Many More Times’ live on Danmarks Radio

The first lick of the ‘what is and what should never be’ guitar solo

The first Eb in the main solo of SIBLY over the Fm7 chord. It’s literally just the b7 on the 4 minor chord, which is so typical of blues, but Jimmy’s approach to it is so poignant and full of raw emotion and something that can’t be put into words

Not fully zeppelin, but SIBLY was the first song I ever played for a big audition and my teacher had been trying to get me to access my emotions more when I performed this and I was really awful at doing that; however, the performance, I finally managed to tap into myself more and after I finished, I was so relieved it had gone well and so overwhelmed by all the emotion I had brought up that I literally stood outside the adjudication room and sobbed. I consider this my life’s main character moment😖

There’s no specific moment in Stairway because to my, that song is about the journey form the way it starts to the way it ends, but something about it definitely altered my brain. The first time I heard Stairway to Heaven, I had to sit there for a few seconds after the song finished and process that entire musical journey I had just been on

The variation on the guitar part in the verse (ascending 8th note thing) Jimmy does during the last verse of stairway before the guitar solo in The Song Remains The Same (and most live versions)

Everything about the words ‘Standing on a hill in my mountain of dreams, telling myself it’s not as hard as it seems’

The first beat of “The Song Remains The Same” and the energy of the entire intro section

The first rolled chord of the rain song transports me to another universe, but the moment in this song that actually permanently altered my entire being is the ‘conversation’ between the cello and the bass, where the cello has that little ascending line and the bass responds with a descending line

The bass downbeats during the introductory keyboard solo during no quarter and that Amaj add9 chord with the drums kicking in during “No Quarter”

In ‘No Quarter’ on TSRTS, When Robert ends the phrase “they chose they path where no one goes” by sliding up from the 5 to the major 6 and it goes form the 1 minor chord to such a bright 4 major chord under Robert’s major 6 and its literally perfect (I rewind and watch this moment like 5 times every TSRTS rewatch)

The ornamentations in the vocals and the grandiose in the instrumentals when everyone transitions out of the bridge and back to the riff in Kashmir

The moment the bass enters the main riff in ‘Ten Years Gone’ and the INSTANT warmth

Again, I can’t just pick one part from Achilles��it’s a symphony and I can’t turn it into a moment, but if I had to, the way Robert ends the last ‘I know the way’ makes me MELT

They key change in ‘All My Love’ and the ‘sometimes/I get a little lonely’ section make me want to sob

#not to be music major on main but #I just love Led Zeppelin so much and need to scream about the music #I cannot believe people write things like this #I cannot believe just four ordinary people created this with four instruments and a voice #what the actual fuck #led zeppelin #jimmy page #robert plant #john paul jones #John Bonham #classic rock #rock and roll

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crmsnmth-journal · 2 months

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3/29/2024

11:02 PM

I decided I need to get out of my slump I've been in lately. I may feel angry and depressed and very apathetic right now, but that doesn't mean I should sit and wallow in my own self-pity. It's not a good place to go, and I know that. I know better than doing what I have been, which is absolutely nothing. So today, I woke up, and had one cup of coffee (I've decided I'm going to attempt and cut my caffeine intact way way down). Talked with mom for a while, which is odd but was nice. Usually, we don't talk more than five minutes at a time. It almost always turns into a fight between the two of us, but right now, out of the three of us (my two younger brothers), somehow the felon with a really bad attitude is being the most responsible. I mean, it only took me 35 years to get here, but I'm actually doing pretty good, and I need to remind myself of that. I have come so far from where I was, even four years ago. Hell, even last year. And it's not arrogant to remind yourself of that every so often.

Anyway, I showered and finally bleached half my head. I took extra care in washing and cleaning and just making myself look like a person again. I think I read somewhere that that's supposed to help. I don't know if it actually does, but it kept me occupied for a while.

I got to work at 2, which is usual for Friday's. It gives me about an hour of alone time where I can just belt along to my music and get the prep for the night down. Honestly, being alone back there is my favorite part of part of my job. The closest I've ever come to a religious experience was back there. It was right when I got work release during my time in jail. I had sat six months already, and for the last three months I was allowed to have work release. And the first night I came back, I was alone for three hours before open. I listened to music for the first time in six months, and I cried like a baby and screamed along to Amigo The Devil's Stronger Than Dead while dicing tomatoes. It's an experience I will never forget. That song holds such a deep importance in my life (it's part of my next round of tattoos, my only hand tattoo is going to be Amigo's 'pineapple' logo with the chorus of that song). Only two songs I've ever heard can I say truly saved my life. Stronger than Dead and Frank Turner's The Ballad of Me And My Friends. Different reasons, but the end result was the same for both and I didn't listen to the impulses and bury a bullet in my brain. And I still listen to both songs, religiously. At least once or twice a day.

Sorry. I keep getting off track. Sherry came in around 3 and started putting together the salad bar. That's her one thing she has to set up for Fridays and she never complains about it. I always tell her I do nothing with the salad bar, that it's all on her. It used to be just a trick I learned a long time ago on how to deal with less then stellar staff. Give them something that is all their own. It give them a feeling of control, and let's face it, I hate putting our salad bar together. I don't like salad bars in general. They are extremely gross on the kitchen's side of things.

It wasn't exactly busy tonight, but it wasn't exactly slow. Just kind of real steady, plodding forward pace. And Sherry did alright, by her standards. We shut down, and when I left after doing all my closing work, Sherry only had to finish up her dishes. Usually she just leaves the extra for tomorrow, when she opens.

I did start getting a pretty massive headache around 7 though. I'm pretty sure that's just the withdrawal from caffeine. At least that's what it felt like. I'd get them a lot in jail when we'd run out of coffee. It's all we drank all day, that instant add hot water crap, and when we'd run out before commissary made it's way, everyone was in hell. Ibuprofen costs 75 cents for two pills. The price mark up is insane, which I really don't think is all that fair. I get having some cost added, this is jail after all and it's not supposed to be fun. But when a package of Ramen ends up costing close to two dollars, that is a little passed a punishment. That's an outrageous kind of extortion.

Back to what I was saying, I got out of work around 9:30 and got my cab ride home. When I got home, I had yet another actual conversation with my mom, finally got some Advil in me and showered. The bathroom still smelled like the bleach I did my hair with. And finally, I took my handful of pills and turned on Malcolm In The Middle. I've only got a few episodes to go before I move on to whatever the next mindless background noise I put on. I'll write and work with phrases for a little bit and read. I restarted reading my favorite book, The Great And Secret Show by Clive Barker.

For being as bitchy and moody as I have been the last few days, I think I did okay today.

#journal #my blog #blog #life #my journal #my stuff #my post #my writing #personal #personal blog #slice of life #writing #nonfiction #inner thoughts #personal thoughts

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Everything with a 4, pluuuuuuuus... hmm.. 7, 13, 20, 27, 35, 56, 68 😘

4. Where do you find inspiration for new ideas?

They literally come to me all the time. I get most of them in the show or when I'm driving to and from work, or walking to work. I literally have too many ideas for my own good.

14. how do you write emotional scenes? Do you ever feel what the characters feel? Do you draw from personal experiences?

Absolutely, always! I always cry during the most emotional scenes because I definitely make myself feel whatever the character is supposed to be feeling.

24. Worst writing advice anyone ever gave you?

I don't remember really any advice that was super bad, but someone once told me to edit as I go, and like... wrong.

34. Five years from now, where do you see yourself as a writer?

I'd like to see if I can eventually write a book and get it published, so five years seems like a reasonable timeline.

40. If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

Oh man! I'd literally love it for anything, I don't even care. How awesome would my fic inspiring further art be. But let's just say I'm currently writing something I'd love it for.

41. Do you tend to reread fics or are you a one-and-done kind of person?

I re-read fics all the time!

42. What’s the last fic you read? Do you recommend it?

So I recently read right then your eyes were healing by @thatiranianphantom and it hit all the sweet post finale nace spots for me! It's been an incredibly busy week at work (bts season), so I'm looking forward to catching up with all the nace fics over the weekend.

43. Do you take a sadistic joy in whumping your characters, or are you more the "If you hurt them I would kill everyone and then myself" kind of person?

Yeah I like writing angst, so I like to hurt them, but mostly emotionally. Like I don't enjoy them being too injured hahaha.

44. What mistakes do you keep making no matter how many times your beta corrects you?

Um. You'd know that better than me? But like, I think, using certain words, over and over again.... Like using press 6 times in one paragraph. Also I can't spell seargent.

45. Do you want to break your readers‘ heart or make them laugh?

Ideally both, but yeah let's go with breaking their hearts hehe.

46. How would you describe your style? (Character/emotion/action-driven, etc)

I'd say it's a mix of all of them, but maybe less action driven, because I can't be bothered with actual plot usually.

47. How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting?

A lot of times usually. But sometimes I will be soooo sick of looking at it, I won't even read through and send it to you ma'am.

48. What do you look for in a beta?

Nothing, because I already found all of it in you!

49. Do you ever get rude reviews and how do you deal with them?

Not lately, but when I wrote for Linstead fandom I got some pretty nasty anons. I mostly just cry.

54. What’s your favorite part about the fanfiction writing process?

The feeling when you finish it and post it and it feels so.... accomplished. Like I made a thing. How cool is that. Of course right after it's like "what if the thing I made sucks".

64. Something you love to see in smut.

Some against the wall action... gimme.

74. What do you think makes your writing stand out from other works?

Nothing! I'm a pretty basic bitch. No special style or anything.

7. How do you choose which POV to write from?

Well 1st pov is a big NO. 2nd pov is an even biggest NO NO. So that leaves 3rd person pov. Easy.

13. what’s a common writing tip that you almost always follow?

One that constantly lives in my head is the best piece of writing advice I've gotten: "you can't edit an empty page." Write, even if it sucks, you can edit later. But you can't edit if you don't write anything.

20. Have you noticed any patterns in your fics? Words/expressions that appear a lot, themes, common settings, etc?

I use "murmur" a lot, it's one of my favorite words to use in writing. Like how soft is this word. I like to write domestic scenes, small moments that have a lot of meaning, missing scenes that can easily fit in with the canon episodes.

27. What is your most and least favorite part of writing?

Most favorite - the feeling of accomplishment when I write something. Least favorite - seeking external validation and crumbling if I don't get it.

35. What is one essential thing to remember when writing a villain?

I think every villain should be relatable and readers should even be able to empathize with them.

56. What’s something about your writing that you pride yourself on?

@queseraone I hate you for this question alone. I pride myself on my amazing beta. How about that. But really if I had to pick a think, I guess I feel my dialogue usually sounds kind of genuine and not forced or unnatural.

68. What, if anything, do you do for inspiration?

I talk to my best friend and beta. Rewatch original content. Fanmade videos always give me great inspiration as well! Or even other fics :)

I was just kidding, I don't actually hate you. Thanks for this!

#writing #fanfiction #ask games #queseraone

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I keep threatening to say something about Xenoblade Chronicles 3, but it keeps not happening. I either can't figure out what I want to write or am unable to actually write it, like I'll have an idea and then sit up, but that'll make my head get weird and make me give up on it for the rest of the day. Again.

I think I finally figured out what I want to talk about though, and if I can make it through 265 hours of the game itself (plus another 35 on Future Redeemed, the standalone DLC story) I can probably handle writing a single post about it, even if it takes me a few tries across several months and turns into kind of a retrospective on the entire series.

As a brief intro for context, in the summer of 2022 when the game came out my health had reached a new low point, even compared to the already not great lows it's been at other times in my life, and XC3 is honestly probably one of the reasons I'm still here now. And I don't just mean on Tumblr.

Ok, maybe that's a little too brief. I have a weird and wacky combination of physical/psych/neuro things that have been going on for years, but up until 2020 they were only partially disabling and left me moderately functional and still fairly happy, and they seemed to be improving for a change. Since that summer they've all been gradually going downhill though, and I've at least for the time being ended up basically completely disabled and unable to do a lot of basic things in my life, and I haven't been having a great time with it.

It doesn't help that I've gotten the absolute bare minimum support for a lot of it (or sometimes even less than that) because most of my doctors retired or moved or changed jobs in the past couple years, and along with it taking forever to get set up with new ones a lot of the new ones have been extremely reluctant to actually address any of my needs. It's super cool to not only get next to zero help with any of the new problems that came up but also not be able to get prescriptions for any of my psych meds and be effectively forcibly detransitioned. That's starting to slowly turn around now, but only barely.

Anyway, by the beginning of the summer of 2022 I was at the point where I was having periods where I was having trouble forming coherent sentences some of the time, and while my brain generating gibberish like "aspirational truth-pissing" or "post-kneecap society" is very funny (to me at least), it's not super useful. I'd become pretty isolated, a lot of friendships and relationships had become pretty distant for various reasons, and I'd had to move back in with the one person who actually abused me (which is pretty far in the past but still pretty uncomfortable).

Basically my life had next to nothing going for it at that point, not much was showing any signs of improving, and it was pretty hard to find anything to look forward to.

(ok so maybe that ended up being not so brief because I don't talk about all that stuff much and apparently I have a lot of feelings about it)

Good news, though! There's a new game coming out in my favorite series!

I have a long and complicated relationship with the Xeno games. I first played Xenogears before Xenosaga was even out, but I never finished it because some of the jankiness frustrated me (and I'm replaying it now and those things about it have aged really poorly, but it's still plenty interesting otherwise). And then I never really played Xenosaga myself (although it's probably next in line after I eventually finish Xenogears) because I never had a PS2, but I had friends who were super into it that I absorbed everything from.

And then by the time the first Xenoblade came out my Wii had already died. A couple years later I had a computer that could emulate it though, so I played it in Dolphin with the HD texture mod...until about halfway through the game, when my CPU caught on fire. A friend gave me a free replacement, but it was slower and didn't run stuff like that nearly as well, so I held off on finishing it until 2020 when I finally could afford new computer stuff (mostly because I had to spend some of my SSI backpay because you're only allowed to have at most $2000 in your bank account at any given time because this country hates disabled people).

And of course it was great.

And then I grabbed the Switch version so I could play Future Connected, which was also great, and then quickly moved on to Xenoblade Chronicles 2 after that...and then stopped playing that one for several months because Tora really grated on me. I think "blushy-crushy" is the point I gave up at. Thankfully I went back to it a bit later, because aside from that and some of the overly horny character designs it's pretty great overall, and Torna completely recontextualizes so much stuff and makes the base game even better.

I even played some of X, and I would've finished it too if my save hadn't gotten corrupted. Maybe some day I'll figure out how to use a memory editor or something to fix it, because it seems almost fine, and I don't really want to replay 70 hours of it...

So I was understandably pretty excited by the surprise announcement in early 2022 of the third game and then its release date getting pushed up even sooner, and even though my life had imploded further by that summer, some of that feeling carried through.

And you know what? Xenoblade Chronicles 3: also great. I know, big surprise. It looks great and the music's great and the actual gameplay is great (and much better explained than in the previous game), and all of that is great and has already been said by a million other people.

And they've also all had plenty to say about how the characters and their interactions and development are great, generally handled even better than in any of the previous games, and how the side quests are mostly great and actually advance character growth and world building, unlike a lot of them in the first game.

And then also lots of people have had lots to say about their mixed feelings about the story itself and its ending, which some people didn't like for what it didn't answer but which I personally did for the things it did focus on and the general vibes, and then there's been plenty of wild speculation on the implications of Future Redeemed too.

But it wasn't until I finished Future Redeemed and sat on it for a while that I think I figured out what I have to say.

I think what hit me the most about it is the way it expands on the base game and rest of the series, not in the literal narrative way that I've seen most people talking about (although that's definitely fun too) but more in terms of how it made me think about the third game and the series as a whole thematically.

By giving more context and more info about the motivations for the different sides of the conflict (and also introducing another side) it got me thinking about how the entire series can be looked at as how we (or anyone) approach the future, and it doesn't really frame any of the possible ways of doing that as inherently correct and unquestionable.

The central conflicts of each of the games are all about who gets to decide what the future will be and which people and ideas from the past/present should be brought into that future. The settings and situations they find themselves having to make those decisions in are also all the result of previous people's decisions and what was inherited from the past.

Is the future predetermined, or do/should people have free will to make their own choices? Should those choices be individual or collective or by a single central entity? If the outcomes of those decisions turn out to be flawed should they keep pursuing it and stick to the original vision or should it be replaced by something else? If there's been so much pain and suffering and loss in the past, is a future even desirable? Which existing things should be preserved, or should we just start over entirely?

And generally there's more than one answer presented for each of those questions, and often there's even more than one different way of approaching the same answer shown, e.g. you can have no future by preserving the present indefinitely so nothing changes and nothing is lost, or you can just delete fucking everything.

Even answers to those questions that are implicitly endorsed in one game by being associated with the protagonists of its story may turn out later to have more nuance to them. Ok, predestination and fate suck and we should all have free will to make our own choices. But now what if people use that free will to choose things based on fear and anxiety that ultimately restrict other people's free will and choices?

There's no simple answer, no one correct solution, and it takes continued hard work to push the world forward towards a better place. Even when people don't know or even can't know what led the world to the state it's in and all they know is that the way it is is cruel and unfair, they have the ability to come to their own conclusions about the answers of those questions and can work together with like-minded people they find to try to change the world to make it more like what they envision.

And that's real and how things work in reality too. We inherited the world in the state it's in from the people before us, who made their own decisions about those things. Sometimes it was genuinely what they thought would be best for everyone, sometimes it was lashing out because they'd been hurt, sometimes it was someone who didn't care about anyone but themself. But no matter what the reasons, it ultimately is the way it is, and we have to take that and do with it what we will.

Only we, the people who are here right now, can decide what the future will be. Only we can use the power of friendship to kill god. Or heck, you spend half the game in XC3 literally building mutual aid networks. That seems like a pretty reasonable place to start.

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REVIEWS OF THE WEEK!

Books I’ve read so far in 2023!

Friend me on Goodreads here to follow my more up to date reading journey for the year!

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34. Never Too Far by Abbi Glines--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Re-read March 2023 Hi, it's me re-reading one of my favourite problematic series! I love seeing my past reviews and how my mindset changes and evolves over time. As I write this, I am already craving re-reading this again LOL. But if I try reading past this series, I can't do it. This is just a messy gem that I will for sure re-read many many more times.

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35. Forever Too Far by Abbi Glines--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Re-read March 2023 I'm always sad to finish this trilogy and the drama it brings. Delicious as always. ___

36. The Summer of Broken Rules by K.L. Walther--⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I heard about this one a bit ago and was excited to read it because of all of the positive reviews. I was always worried because we all know what happens when we go into a book with expectations. I'm happy to say that I can understand why this book has so much hype behind it. It's a great exploration of family and the complexities of grief. It was interesting to see how everyone dealt with the grief they were all feeling as yet another summer started and one family member was missing. I think the concept of the game the family played before the wedding was genius and I wish I had a big enough family to play it. I also loved how it was the perfect opportunity for the MC to both connect with the memory of her sister and with a part of herself she never thought she would experience (especially coming off a toxic and long relationship.) Speaking of which, I loved the love interest. He had some pretty cool moments and was the perfect balm for the MC. I think this is a great summer read, especially since we're now starting to get into the summer vibes. Great for those who are going away to meet up with family, or those who are staying behind to chill by the pool, beach, or their garden.

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37. Promise Boys by Nick Brooks--⭐️⭐️⭐️.5

I think I went into this expecting something slightly different than what I got. It was a very powerful read, but I think the pacing felt a little off--at least, if we're going by the synopsis. I enjoyed reading this from multiple perspectives because I think it rounded out the story really well. I love when authors do this because it gives me perspectives to a story that I might have otherwise been wanting to see. Each character was dealing with their own issues and while said issues (like relationship troubles) weighed the story down a bit, I can also appreciate that these are teenagers. Overall, I thought this was a good mystery and it has some seriously important topics--like corruption in schools, the treatment of Black boys in American schools, and the way society sees Black boys--but I think if some of the situations were flushed out a little more; if the pacing was a little better, this would have been a higher rating for me. Don't get me wrong: this book is incredibly readable and I recommend it, if not for the mystery then for the moments where you might get angry at the discrimination and racism, but I do think that something about this book felt missing. This is actually a very short book--I think it would have benefitted if it was just a tad bit longer.

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38. Set On You by Amy Lea--⭐️⭐️⭐️

I really enjoyed this one! I loved the representation of a fat FMC and the hot, big and tough love interest (MMC). I always love reading stories like that because I've heard that muscle gym bros love bigger girls. I loved seeing the FMC actively share her journey and have some pretty good character growth by the end of the story. I loved that final message she shared and I think it could be an especially healthy message to share with readers who may also be stuck in that web of toxic positivity. I'm not going to lie, the MMC was a bit forgettable--mainly because I'm writing this a month or so after reading the book and I don't really remember any of his traits....oops. What I DO remember, however, is him kind of messing up a bit somewhere in there. This isn't to say that it's all on him. The FMC, in my opinion, handled everything in probably the least healthy way possible--which, tbh, is understandable because anxiety and depression is a bitch that takes zero days off. But I think the biggest downfall of this couple is their problem with communication. When it comes to my romances, besides the smut and the enemies to lovers sexual tension, I want a healthy level of communication. When miscommunication or a lack of communication leads to the main climactic point of a book (the main conflict), then you've lost me. Imagine all of the pain that could have been avoided? Overall, I would recommend this one because of the amazing representation and the spicy tension during this couple's enemies to lovers initial bond. I'd read more books by this author, but that communication issues has got to go.

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39. Virgin River by Robyn Carr--⭐️

I'm going to be very honest here: I made it 76% before I DNF'ed this. I normally don't write reviews for books I've DNF'ed but a) I think I made it far enough and b) I have things to say. I read this book back in March and I still remember the parts that made me want to throw the whole book away. It started alright with the premise of a city woman moving to a small town. I loved that concept because then she meets the gruff but willing man who will show her the beauty of her new home. To start easy: This book draaaaaaaags. It honestly felt like it would go on forever and never end. It would get to certain parts where I would actively check how much I had left because there is no way that more still needed to happen. But other than the slow pacing, this wasn't my main concern. I admit that I try to not read reviews before I pick up a book. I tried to follow the hype behind the tv show and the series (it has a million books), but I honestly....don't get it? But my main point is that I don't know if others have talked about my next complaint about this book. My main concern with this book is a particular scene that happens between a fourteen year old and a sixteen or seventeen year old--I don't remember his age, but it was one of those two. The girl is described as this obvious sexual being when she is a CHILD. Even the boy is wary of her age. Then we get a chapter from his perspective where they are having sex. Very descriptive sex. Two teenagers. Two children. I don't want to go into detail, unlike the book, but it made me so incredibly uncomfortable. Then, later in the book, the male character thinks about being *inside* of her and missing the warmth. Wtf. A child. I've read a ton of YA and I think it's perfectly fine to have sex positivity in those novels because a) they're usually not descriptive (and if they are, they're not to that level because the authors know their audience), and b) it's usually aimed towards other teenagers who can relate. Even still, sex positivity in a YA novel is different than a very descriptive sex scene between two children in an adult novel that has spicy scenes between adults. Don't get me wrong, I love smutty novels but not this. That was not right and I'm surprised that this book has such high ratings. It's so creepy! Reminds me of how creeped out I was about the Princess Diaries having a 14 year old MC dating an 18 year old teenager. Anyway, this wasn't for me. Even if there wasn't a creepy af scene, the pacing would still have made this a DNF for me.

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"Home of the Lost: Chapter 28"

Here's the latest chapter! I've got a couple more written up, and I really hope you have finished this series by the end of the year - the total amount of chapters is going to be somewhere between 35 and 40. Anyways - enjoy and let me know what you think!💜

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The sun hadn't even fully begun to set when Star woke up. The last rays of the now deadly sunlight filled the cave, and honestly, it was the only reason that she was still there. After her argument with David the day before, she couldn't help but feel as if she was a burden of sorts. Not only that, she realised as she waited, she hated the way David had treated her. She was not like him, something that all the other boys had accepted, and she was done with him being pissed about it. She had been doing okay as a vampire. She was getting the hang of it, and if he didn't like how she practiced it, he could fuck off. She was getting around the killing, she had done a remarkable job at cleaning up the messes - and she'd be damned if she let another man tell her what she can and can't do again. She made that mistake with Greg, and she would not ever allow herself to be treated like that again.

Star walked out, heading towards the boardwalk, not caring to let any of the other vampires know. She needed to be alone right now, to live in the rare peace she managed to find whenever she roamed the boardwalk on her own. Air. Blood. Music. That's what she needed. A bit of fun.

"You got the last page?" Allan looked at his brother, who seemed to be almost done. "I found someone who could get at least fifty copies printed and ready for us by tomorrow if we have it tonight."

"Almost, just the last panels alright?"

The two of them had been working at it for about a week now, ever since Edgar realised there might actually be vampires in Santa Carla. Allan had written the texts, making sure every single piece of information necessary for ones survival was in there, while Edgar had been busy making the illustrations. It took him another twenty minutes, and then he was done.

"You close up the store, I'll bring it to the printer-"

"Yeah. No. What if a vampire sees you? We don't go outside on our own at night, Ed."

"Fine."

Both boys left the store for the night, not realising they had made another boy around their age slightly disappointed. "Great," the boy mumbled as he kicked a pebble forward, "not only did we have to move here, but the only cool thing about this town is closed."

Max was up early that evening, enjoying the final pieces of light with a strong cup of coffee. He had been thinking, and he realised that the amount of changes his boys had to endure in the past couple of weeks - Star, Paul going missing, Eleanor and Paul returning - may have been a bit to much. He could not blame either of the girls for having to find their place in the group. He could not blame Marko for being determined to get his mate and siree back. He had appreciated how little he had to interfere with Star, mainly because Dwayne decided to guide her into the undead live. The way David had been starting fights and arguments left and right just didn't sit well with him. He wasn't sure yet how to handle it, and he wouldn't be for a while. He was about to leave for work, glad that his age and the uv-blocking windows in his car gave him the opportunity to do so, ready to leave a note for Eleanor, when he heard a scream.

He ran down the stairs, into the basement, to hear another scream. It was coming from the stairs leading to the garden entrance. Curled up, hiding away in the shadow, was Eleanor. One of the doors was open, and a stream of light came in. Max acted quickly, closing the door, before turning to Eleanor. "Are you alright? What happened?"

She didn't respond. She just sat there frozen. She didn't need to respond - Max could already smell the burnt skin on her arm. Carefully, he picked it up, examining it, before feeding her some of his blood.

"Eleanor, what happened?"

She shook her head quietly, sighing deeply. "I forgot..."

"You- you forgot the sun burns us?"

She nodded, curling up in herself. Max looked at her, realising there was one single thing he needed to know.

"What scared you?"

"The underpainting."

Max was quiet for a moment, not quite getting what she meant. But he saw her fear, he saw the red mark where the burn had been, and - he took a second to really look at her - her brown hair had turned an ashen grey overnight. She was terrified. Max sighed, picking her up and carrying her to her coffin. "I'll call Marko and Paul, alright?"

Eleanor nodded, quietly sinking down into her bed. She had hoped to be freed from the horror from the painting. But now, she began to wonder. Was she really free?

It's wonderful how music could make you forget, Star thought as she moved her body along to the rhythm. Little by little, the music overtook her. No more thoughts of home, vampirism, fights. Just the music. The notes, the melody, everything coming together in the moves she unconsciously made. For the first time since she changed, she felt free, free to do what she wanted. She opened her eyes, looking around and smiling as she met the eyes of a boy. He looked nice, kind, maybe a little bit tough - different from the boys, that's for sure. She smiled at him, causing the boy to blush.

"Do you want to grab a drink?" Star asked as she met up with the boy before introducing herself. The boy, a little awkward but definitely confident enough about his looks, grinned. "Sure. I'm Michael."

"Michael?" She tasted the name on her lips. "I like Michael. Michaels great."

"Star's pretty great to, you know?"

"Yeah?"

Star smiled, taking Michaels hand as they walked towards the bar. Michael. Michael was hers.

#the lost boys #marko #david #paul #dwayne #the lost boys 1987 #tlb #star #hotl #home of the lost #eleanor #tlb x oc

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twentiethcenturygurl · 2 years

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warmer with you here

smut, more smut, age gap of however big u want it (i'm thinking like 20 years). weed smoking. bit of angst. i had current damon in mind but it could be damon from any period between 2017-now. based on the gorillaz world tour.

might make a part 2 to this if it does well because i like their dynamic..let me know if this is something you guys wanna see :)

it was 1am in the dressing room and the band were celebrating after finishing their final show of the tour.

it had been fantastic (you had attended 12 out of the 35 dates). you were lucky enough to be friends with seye, so you were invited on tour for the local gigs (when i say local, i mean the European dates) to watch from backstage and hang out with the band.

you got on with everyone really well; jesse, mike, femi, jeff and even stu - but seye and smog were your favourites. smog was like a father figure to you as he'd always try his best to help you with your TEFL course you were taking whilst on tour - whenever he had the time. you had dreams of travelling to madagascar to teach english to the less fortunate kids there once you had qualified. you would spend about an hour studying every day when not much was happening - either during soundcheck or in the mornings after breakfast. he'd always try his best to help, despite not knowing much about the topic himself.

but damon. damon was the one you were least familiar with. he was always somewhere else, rarely hanging out with the group - he always had better things to do. you had hardly spoken to him - nevermind a one-to-one - as (unless he was performing) he was always either exploring the area with missy, or writing songs in his hotel room alone. but you wanted to get the know him - you just couldn't understand the hype.

tonight, however, damon was there. very very stoned.

as a group, we played a few rounds of cards in the candlelit room before we gradually got bored and the drunken conversations took off. damon didn't say much though, he just sat in his little corner of the burgundy sofa passing a spliff back and forth between femi and himself.

conversations soon trailed off and before long people began to take themselves off to bed. smog was one of the last to go, and he let you know by ruffling up your hair as he passed behind you on his way to the door. it was now only femi, damon and yourself left in the room.

'anyone want a drink?' you asked the suddenly silent room, lifting yourself up from the sunken arm chair and heading over to the mini fridge.

'i'm all good thanks' femi responded.

'damon?' you asked again, offended by his silence.

'not for me thanks' he responded bluntly, not even batting an eye in your direction before placing the spliff between his lips again.

you headed over to the fridge and retrieved yourself a cool can of red stripe before collapsing into the chair again.

'want a toke?' damon asked, offering the spliff across the table.

you hesitated for a second, swallowing the cool liquid before meekly nodding and standing up to take the spliff. you took a drag before handing it back to damon and making your way back to your chair.

but before you could sit down, 'come sit here, so we can all share it easier' damon said, patting the sofa beside him.

you stood up again from your semi-perched position and made your way over to the sofa beside damon. the small (but comfy) sofa. so small that the two of your thighs were pressed together, not helped by damon's uninviting manspread.

'so..teaching english as a foreign language i hear?' damon said, passing the spliff over to you.

'yeah that's right. i want to teach in madagascar one day...hopefully' you chuckle. 'how did you know?'

'i notice you and smog sweating it out every so often. good for you though, it's a great thing to do' he smiled, actually looking at you for the first time you can remember. weird. you thought. he's already charming you and he's said less than 50 words.

'i reckon imma cut, y'a know. spliff's knocked me out' femi spoke out, handing the spliff back to damon.

'alright bud. sleep well. i won't be far behind you' damon said, nodding his head at femi.

you smiled at femi, sending him a subtle wave goodbye 'night femi. see you tomorrow'.

the room fell silent as the door shut. the sudden realisation that it was just you and damon left, cramped thigh to thigh with the whole of the room's chairs empty, made you bolt up from the sofa. 'i'll go sit over-'

'stay'. damon interrupted calmly, reaching up and grabbing two of your fingers. 'it's much warmer with you here' he followed up.

you looked down at him, slumped on the sofa, and it was the first time it clicked in your brain; he really was very attractive. and it was only now you had realised.

you slowly lowered yourself back onto the sofa after no further thought, damon's eyes trained you as you did so. he leant over to the side table beside him and put out the spliff before returning his focus to you.

'can you roll?' he asked, a look of kindness in his soulful eyes.

'n-no. i cant.' you stuttered.

damon leant over to collect the smoking paraphernalia from the table 'i'll teach you'.

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'aaand you lick like this' he briefly gazed up at you as his tongue trailed across the strip of gum 'then stick like this' he twirled the spliff around until it was perfectly sealed before presenting the (almost) finished spliff in front of you.

you reached out to take it between your fingers, but only for damon to retract it.

'ah ah. rollers rights.' he shook his head. 'also one final tip: you want to light the end of the roach to burn any extra paper for an easier smoke.' he said, flicking the lighter and doing exactly that. 'now...it's done'.

'but you haven't twirled the end?' you asked, confused.

'that's unnecessary. takes longer to light if you do that. people only do that to make it look pretty.' he smirked, placing the spliff between his lips. 'pretty like you' he said, raising his eyebrows as the spliff bounced in his mouth before he brought a spark to light it.

you were suddenly flooded with embarrassment, the feeling of crimson flushing your cheeks. you stayed cool, though, only sending him a flattered smile.

his chest expanded as the smoke filled his lungs. he tilted his head onto the back of the sofa to exhale - clouds of smoke escaping from his relaxed mouth. his head tilted in your direction, making your eyes meet (as your eyes had previously been revelling on his perfect side profile). he glanced down towards his fingers that were holding the spliff between you, indicating for you to take it.

'oh' your mind was lost for a second; you had completely forgotten that you were meant to be smoking with him. 'thanks' you mumbled, taking the spliff from his fingers and transferring it to your lips.

'can i ask you something?' damon sighed quietly, returning his gaze to the ceiling.

'sure' you said before taking another drag, mimicking his position on the sofa so you were both gazing at the ceiling.

'what do you think of me?'

'what do you mean?'

'like. was the tour shit?'

'what? no! the tour was amazing what are you talking about?' you lifted your head at his sudden expression of insecurity, utterly confused.

'i don't know i just thought i was shit. i'm not the same as i was 5 years ago'

'but you're 54, damon. you were still as charismatic as ever and you certainly know how to engage an audience...that's all that matters right? you're not always going to be as energetic as you were at 25 but that doesn't make you any worse' you reassured him.

'yeh i know. well i don't know. i don't have a fucking clue'

'i dont see a problem, personally'

'really? i just feel everyone expects so much and i just can't meet those expectations anymore'

'but that's okay. people come to gorillaz for the music, and that's only getting better and better. you're fine damon, you still have a lot of energy and charisma.'

he gently sighed, placing his hand on your thigh. 'ok.' he turned to look at you, sending you a smile of gratitude.

'ok' you responded, placing your hand on his. 'although i never got the hype about you' you teased, smirking at him.

'never got the hype huh?' he said before leaning over to plant his lips onto yours.

you pulled away from the kiss, 'until now' you followed up, leaning in to embrace with him yet again but this time with more passion.

you kissed feverishly as his hand came up to cup your waist. he leant in to the point where you slowly leant back, your head on the arm rest as he hovered above you.

his kisses began to travel south, starting at your ear where he paid a lot of attention to, sucking your lobe before whispering 'do you want this?'. you nodded avidly in response. 'darling i can't touch you unless you say so'

'yes i want this' you pathetically let out, upon which he hummed to. deeply into your ear. you were trembling with the combination excitement and nervousness.

his kisses continued, making their way down to your neck where he ensured to leave a mark before they sloppily trailed down your stomach as he had lifted the fabric of your shirt. his tongue found a particular place on your belly that would make you squirm at any sensation, he noticed this and continued to kiss this area of your body aggressively until you were giggling to the point where you had to pry his head from your skin. he grinned cheekily and continued his lowered kisses.

they reached the belt of your trousers where he wasted no time in wrapping his fingers around the leather to undo it fluently. your flies were his next obstacle - he placed a kiss on your belly as he unbuttoned them and slowly pulled the zip down. it was only now you began to panic; your heart rate thumping to the thought of what was about to ensue.

he looked up at you with eyes that asked for consent. with no verbal exchange, you simply nodded your head as you bit down on your bottom lip.

he gently shimmied down your trousers and dropped them onto the floor beside the sofa. the sudden coolness of the room made your thighs erupt with goosebumps. 'don't be scared' he reassured you before looping his fingers around the hem of your pants and pulling them off too.

'just relax, okay?' he said before dipping two fingers into your dripping pool - gently pumping them in and out as he watched your eyes flutter shut at the bliss.

'i want you to watch me' he calmly demanded, removing his fingers and lifting your legs up to rest on his shoulders.

he placed a kiss upon your inner thigh as his fingers retuned to their place inside of you, curling up against your walls as you whimpered at the pleasure.

his head dipped between your legs as his nose grazed against your wet clit.

he brought his tongue to your bud, flicking it quickly as he looked up at your to spectate your reaction - fingers still pumping away. he sucked your clit delicately, moving the nub between his lips as you arched your back in desperation, pressing his nose into your juices.

as he temporarily gasped for air, you took this opportunity to pull his chin up and say 'i want more'.

he simply smiled in response and leant back onto his knees to un do his belt and pull out his restrained length from his white boxers.

‘damon what about missy?’ you suddenly thought. the thought of her interrupting your business made you physically sick.

‘she’s back at the hotel. she’ll have no idea. i promise’ he reassured you, stroking his length before aligning it with your entrance. you nodded in agreement.

he took ahold on both of your ankles and placed them onto his shoulders before slowly pushing himself into you, a slight gasp from the both of you as he did so. he brought his hand over to your neck, holding you in a firm choke hold as his hips began to buck into you quicker.

‘fuckkk. damon that feels so good’ you choked out.

‘i know darling, i know’.

he needed this. after his period of self-doubt, he needed the release. he needed to know someone wanted him. and that someone was you.

‘you like that? huh?’ he groaned, pounding into you even harder. you wanted to touch him but you couldn’t - he had you pinned down in a way that made it seem as if you were simply his to use. but you liked it.

‘tell me you like me being inside of you’ he repeated in his booming voice.

‘i like it, damon. it feels so good’ you said, no word of a lie. he really knew what he was doing and he could reach all the right places.

‘there’s a good girl’

you brought your legs down from his shoulders and sat up to press your palms against his chest - insinuating you wanted to be on top. without resistance, he let you. he flopped onto the sofa with wide legs and his dick flush with his stomach.

you straddled his lap, taking his length in your hand before aligning it with your entrance and lowering yourself onto him. he looked up at you in awe as you rode him proudly, your palms firmly clutching his shoulders for added support.

‘damon i’m so close’ you let him know.

‘hold on baby, hold it for me’ he said, firmly grabbing your arse with both hands and guiding it in a way that suited him.

he pushed your bottom up for you to suspend your weight above him through your arms on his shoulders as he pounded into you from below. ‘damon i-i’m going to cum’

‘me too baby, me too’ and as he finished his sentence, you were flushed with a toe curling orgasm as you felt yourself shake over him. he came inside of you not long after with a sequence of deep moans into your cleavage.

you remained on top of him, your body completely worn out as you panted beside his ear. he brought a hand up to your shoulder blade and stroked it tenderly, lifting his head to kiss your neck.

you attempted to lift yourself from him, but to no avail as he firmly cupped you by the waist - pulling you back down. ‘stay’ he said. ‘it’s warmer with you here’.

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bellesowl · 3 years

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kiss and make up

- multiple characters

⤷ atsumu, sakusa

genre: (an attempt at) angst to fluff ; established relationship, timeskip

synopsis: in which you have an almost relationship-ending argument

word count: 2.1k total - about 1k each

warnings: fighting (obv), being called a burden, the boys are kinda mean but they make up for it i swear

- a/n: tbh i was kinda getting sick of writing just fluff so i wanted to spice it up a lil! if this sucks i’m probably going to stick to fluff fics but i think it should be fine? this one also only has 2 characs cause idk how i would be at writing angst LMAO if this does well enough i’ll post the one i have written w kuroo and iwa <3 but i feel like this kinda sucks so oh well

- thank u @kybabi for beta-ing <3

- miya atsumu

you n atsumu have been together since high school which is why you’ve always been inseparable

you went to the same college & moved in together right after, but once he got his job with the jackals, he insisted that you didn’t work and focused on getting your master’s degree

you reluctantly agreed, if only to be able finish & earn your phd soon after

because atsumu is always busy, it’s kinda become commonplace for you to do the chores around the house- like doing the laundry or washing the dishes or cooking dinner for him

but it’s gotten to the point where he expects it

atsumu sighs, unlocking the door to your shared apartment. today’s practice was rough, it was a day of hard conditioning and bad sets and he wanted nothing more than a good meal and to cuddle. the first thing he noticed when he walked in was the mess. instant ramen bowls were scattered everywhere, empty coke cans and dirty napkins were all over the floor, and there you were, in the eye of the hurricane. the second thing he noticed was that there was no homecooked meal.

surprised, he walks into the dining room to see you, furiously typing away at your laptop with four different books surrounding you. you hear his footsteps and look up.

“hey baby! how was practice?” you ask with a smile

atsumu grunts in reply and gestures toward the kitchen, “so.. what’s for dinner babe?”

your eyes widen, “oh shoot! i’m sorry, i was so busy studying for this final that i forgot to cook. do you mind-“ you stop when you see him roll his eyes and head out.

“um, where are you going? you just got home?” you ask, following him.

“out. i have to get food somehow” he replies, “especially because my useless s/o can’t cook a goddamn meal for me” he mutters under his breath

you stop in shock because did he really just say that?

“i’m sorry, i don’t think i heard you right.” you start but he interrupts you

“i said, i have to go get food because someone is too busy to cook a goddamn meal. what do you even do anyways- well, besides spend my money? the least you can do is cook for me, god.” he finally turns to look at you but he feels his heart stop at the look on your face.

not wanting to escalate the situation any further, you try to calm him down, “tsum, hey, i’m sorry i forgot to cook okay? this is my last final before the year ends and i just can’t afford to fail it, so i’ve been studying all day. if you come back to the kitchen, i’ll make you something, okay?”

“i don’t want to eat your half assed attempt at a meal, y/n. the whole point is that you couldn’t get off your ass for an hour to cook when i make the money, i paid for the apartment, hell, i’m even paying for your school! is it really too much to ask for you to stop being such a burden and cook and clean everyday?” he fumed.

you gape at him, shocked that he would even say that. to hell with not escalating things

“at least i want to do something more with my life than hit balls around and retire at 35” you hiss, “and i do everything in this house! i do the laundry, i clean the bathroom, i cook - i do all the things you refuse to. and do i complain? no. i offered to get a job but you refused.”

you turn around to grab your laptop and your textbooks, “just- just do whatever the hell you want to, atsumu.” and with that you walk out the door.

atsumu’s heart drops when he realizes that you actually left. sure, you’ve had arguments here and there, but you’ve never left. he pulls out his phone to call you when he sees you’ve left yours on the counter. knowing there’s nothing to do but wait at this point, he begins to clean up and calls osamu over.

it’s already 3 am when you walk back into your apartment, and you blink multiple times when you open the door. it’s ... clean? you’re sure it was a mess when you left, so how would it be clean? you sigh, too tired to think about it more and walk into the kitchen. your eyes widen at the sight. not only is your favorite food on the stove, but there your boyfriend is, asleep on the dining table. you smile slightly, well that explains things.

“ ‘’mu, hey, wake up babe.” you kiss him lightly and shake him.

he grunts and sits up, “baby! i’m so so sorry for what i said. you are in no way, shape, or form a burden, i have no clue why i said that. today’s practice was just really tiring, but i know i shouldn’t have taken it out on you. just please-” he sighs, “just please don’t leave me again.”

your heart breaks your teary eyed boyfriend. “shh, of course baby. i’ll never leave you again okay?” you say, tugging on his arm, “cmon babe, let’s go to bed, okay?”

“mm okay my love.” he replies and practically pulls you into bed. “i love you, okay?”

“i love you too baby.” you reply

“to the moon and back?” he asks

“yeah, and to infinity and beyond.” you reply, your lack of sleep hitting you hard

“oh, i didn’t know i was dating buzz lightyear”

you let out a loud laugh and just like that you both fall into the same routine, love radiating off both of you in waves.

- sakusa kiyoomi

dating sakusa was,, challenging

it definitely took him a while to get comfortable with you

so you guys have been dating for a couple years now, and at this point he’s def clingy

however there still moments when he reverts to his old self

this just happened to be one of those times

“OUT! AND JUST LIKE THAT, EJP RAIJIN TAKES THE WIN AGAINST THE BLACK JACKALS!”

the stadium is silent before the ejp cheering section erupts in cheers. you stay silent, watching your team below. you watch as sakusa stills, still in disbelief. you make your way down, practically sprinting to your boyfriend.

he sees you on the sideline and makes his way over to you. you put on your biggest smile and attempt to make him feel better.

“you did great, kiyo! you’ll get them next time, yeah?” you beam, knowing how hard he’s been training to beat his cousin

he eyes you warily, not knowing what to say.

usually, sakusa gets pretty clingy after games, so you you move to give him a hug.

“don’t touch me” he barked, jerking away from you. “if you hadn’t been distracting me, we would’ve won.”

you stare at him, refusing to let the tears flow. you both turn when you hear a certain setter yelling at the opposing middle and you sigh.

“um, okay then. i’ll see you at home, yeah?” you ask

sakusa merely nods and makes his way over to his teammates. you look around to see if anyone saw what just happened and you lock eyes with your boyfriend’s cousin, who walks over.

“congrats on the win komori! you guys did so well!” you cheered

“thanks, y/n! and i’m sorry about kiyoomi. i’m sure you know he gets that way sometimes.” he explains

you smile and shake your head, saying that you’re used to it and you both bid your farewells. as you walk out of the stadium, you think back to how your boyfriend, the one person you loved with everything you had in you, utterly embarrassed you in front of his whole team. before you know it, silent tears start streaming down your face.

you enter your home and immediately rush to the bathroom. you draw yourself a bath and make some dinner while waiting. you assume that kiyoomi wouldn’t be home to have dinner with you anyways- and now that you think about it, you can’t remember the last time you had dinner together. after you finish your bath and eat your dinner, you decide to wait up for boyfriend and watch a couple episodes of your favorite show to pass the time.

kiyoomi walks into his apartment at around 1 am, completely and utterly exhausted. he kicks his shoes off and drops his bag on the floor. The rustling rouses you from sleep and you sit up.

“hey kiyo” you say with a yawn, “where’ve you been all night?”

sakusa ignores you in favor of getting ready for bed and you frown when he brushes past you.

“kiyo, babe, what’s wrong? you’ve been ignoring me all night and i-” you start but he interrupts you before you can finish.

“god, just shut up, y/n. can’t you tell i don’t want to talk to you right now? i’ve already had the worst day, i don’t need you making it any worse.” he snaps

"kiyoomi, look, i understand you’re upset but you shouldn’t take it out on me.” you reason, reaching out towards him, “listen, i’m here if you wanna-”

“i said, do not touch me.” he seethes. “you are so fucking clingy y/n, lord, let me breathe a little.”

with those words, you explode. “you know what, sakusa,” he flinches when he hears his last name come out of your mouth, “i think i have the right to want to spend some time with my boyfriend! i haven’t seen you in god knows how long- you leave before i wake up and i fall asleep in an empty bed. i’ve been working my ass off to get some time off to watch your stupid volleyball game and what do you do? you embarrass me in front of your whole team!”

you sigh, wiping away the tears that continue that continue to fall. “listen, i don’t want to fight right now. i’m going to go stay at a friend’s house for the night, alright? i’ll see you tomorrow” you say, grabbing your purse. “if you’re even home tomorrow,” you add under your breath.

sakusa is in shock. the moment he saw your tears start to spill, he felt an undeniable and unrelenting ache in his chest that only seemed to grow with every work that came out of your mouth. and when the door shut? sakusa fell on his knees, his heart dropping. he truly couldn’t believe he said that to you. now all he had to do was wait till you got home.

2:38 pm - you check the time on your phone before pulling out your keys. you hope you made the right move, choosing to come back home while kiyoomi was still at practice. you open the door and the sight causes your eyes to widen.

there, on the couch with your favorite flowers in hand, is your boyfriend. he hears the door open and stands up abruptly.

“y/n, my love, i am so sorry. i truly cannot express how horrible i feel, and i cannot begin to understand how you feel.” he takes a deep breath, seemingly holding back tears. “i- i do love you. i love you more than i’ve ever loved anyone in my entire life. i know i’m not the best at expressing it, but you mean the world to me- no, you are my world. without you, i don’t know what i would do. so please-” his voice cracks, “just, please give me another chance?”

you run towards your boyfriend, practically tackling him. “kiyo, baby, of course. i love you too, you know? you just can’t do that anymore, yeah? you shouldn’t feel like you have the right to embarrass me just because you had a bad day. and please, don’t call me clingy? i know i do stick to you like glue sometimes, but that’s just because i never see you anymore.” you reply.

“that will all change, darling.” he answers sincerely, “i’ll make more time for you, i swear. in fact, i’ll take the week off, how does that sound?” at the sight of your smile, he relaxes.

“that sounds wonderful, yoomi.” you answer

sakusa feels the weight that’s been dragging him down lift and he realizes the effect you have on him- you’re his breath of fresh air. he also realizes how utterly idiotic it was to push away the one person who could make him feel better.

it’s fine, he reasons, he’ll just never make that mistake again. he swears it.

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kirishoshego · 3 years

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Confidental Composition//Bakugo

!!!MINORS DNI!!! 18+ONLY !!!

This is the first part of my little 'Teachers Pet Series' (I will add the link once I got all parts covered and the right ideas).

Summary: A simple task fucked up late at night as you send the wrong version of a piece of homework to your English literature teacher Mister Bakugo. Of course, he would want to see you after class the next day. But not for the reasons you might think. Pairing: Docent!Bakugo x afab!student!y/n // Words: 4.2k+ Side note: Insert a friend or random name you want for X :)

TW: nsfw: slow burn (sorry), spanking with a ruler, hair pulling, being bend over a desk, calling him sir, spitting, choking, dirty talk, degrading, slight praise

„Write an essay about the worst description of a woman or coitus. In the essay, explain why it is bad and then rewrite it. At least 30 pages, max. 60 pages (sources and any other extras you please to include, excluded). Due Date: 8 weeks from now on, 35% worth of your end grade. Questions can be asked per E-Mail, or, if you must, I’m free every Wednesday afternoon for meetings strictly for this essay and this essay only.“

A sigh left your lips as you starred at the piece of paper for the tenth time today ever since he handed it out to you and your classmates. The options you had were endless, you knew so many bad pieces about both topics and could write more than 100 pages about them as well. Everyone in class you talked to had decided on their topic already, some were even further. It was X who told you to just write the topics on a piece of paper and let fate do its work.

Black ink on a badly ripped blue note decided that you were going to write about a sex scene. Just now that you thought about it, rewriting something like that for your professor to read was an awfully stupid idea, yet you decided to listen to a small piece of paper.

At first, you were going to go with Fifty Shades of Grey but you felt like the choice was chewed up and spat out. It took you three days to finally decide on a book and once you settled there was no turning back. Considering your ignited interest in this topic you weren’t surprised when you were done within the first four weeks. Knowing the editing is going to take another week, maybe even a week and a half, you decided to take a small break, just one or two days off. On your second day, you decided to visit the new coffee shop that had just opened up around the corner.

Never had you expected to see your professor near your living spot. You were about to greet him when you noticed his pissed-off expression on his face and only now did you spot the woman behind him. She grabbed his arm and made him turn on the relatively small and empty street.

„Suki you can’t be serious,“ she was angry and hurt, while he seemed to be angry and annoyed. Not much of a difference than to how you see him on the daily, to be honest. „Are you fucking stupid? Of course, I’m fucking god damn serious. It was your choice to cheat on me and now I choose to throw you on the streets where you apparently belong, go ask one of your little boy toys to take you in for all I care,“ you were frozen in place, not entirely sure what to do. Right now your eyes were glued on his chest that was clad in a tight, black pullover, rising up and down heavily as his nostrils were flared caused by his anger. „Because you gave me no choice! If you like that sort of weird, rough shit then paddle your own canoe! I need something soft and tender-,“ before she could finish her sentence he laughed. Cold and slightly maniac in a way.

„Then get some fucking chicken! If you don’t like how I’m in bed then break up with me and piss off but don’t send my best friend a nude to ask him to come over. Even a ten-year-old would see how stupid that is,“at that moment your eyes met. His eyebrows were furled together, red eyes expression furry and disgust. Blond hair usually styled like he was going to be on the cover of Vogue, like he had been before, now slightly messy. Plump lips slightly apart to let his teeth shine through slightly before wetting them with his tongue. Your eyes widened and before you knew what you were doing you waved at him, making him cock his eyebrows in confusion for a second before noticing it was you who he was looking at. Turning on your heels you walked past busy crowds of people as you walked back home, trying to understand what you had just seen and why your angry professor had turned you on more than anyone had done before.

It was a stupid idea to ditch the next teaching unit of his but you had absolutely no clue how you were going to look at him. You knew teachers had a private life themselves, but never would you have guessed that you would run into one of them in your small area. As far as you knew he lived across town according to the very, very few private stories he had shared in magazines.

„Dear Professor,

down below is my finished project as an attachment in form of a PDF. I know you request it to be printed as well and I had planned to hand it in today, but sadly I came down with the flu. I’m looking forward to attending your next unit in the following week.

Have a nice week,

Y/N Y/L/N“

Maybe he had forgotten that you were there already and you were worrying too much about it. You were his student, nothing more, nothing less. Bakugo could care less about you, right? The flu did go around a lot right now, so it wouldn’t be completely unthinkable that you were sick. Itching eyes signaled you that it was time to go to bed now, so you closed your laptop and went to bed, not knowing what the next day will hold for you.

X had waited for you at the main entrance the next day to give you all the information you might need and ask why you weren’t there, considering it was obvious that you had the flu for one day only. At first, you were hesitant to explain what you had witnessed, it was messy already and you doubt Mister Bakugo would want the fight to go viral at his workplace. „Just one of those days you know? I had my mind completely full and felt like crap,“ that was the best excuse you could come up with, a white little lie that wouldn’t harm anyone. „Glad to see you’re doing- Oh, hello Professor,“ X smiled at someone behind you. There was no need to turn around to know who it was, the scent of his very expensive and extremely beguiling perfume clouding your mind. „Hello,“ his gruff voice greeted your friend shortly as you turned around, met with his muscular chest. You didn’t expect him to be so close to you, but here you were, tilting your head slightly as you looked up to him through your lashes, feeling not just your cheeks growing hot. „Good morning Sir,“ your voice sounded a lot more confident than you were feeling. Bakugo clenched his fist around the fake leather of his bag, his red eyes starring right into your soul as you had no chance of escaping whatever was going to happen next. „Miss Y/L/N, just the person I was looking for,“ fuck. „You were?“ X and you said at the same time, but your friend decided to excuse themself after a single glare from the older man. „How may I help you, Professor?“ You asked after swallowing down the anxious feeling that threatened to rise. „I received your Mail yesterday, with the PDF,“ okay, why did he search you just to tell you he got your assignment? Was it that bad? „But I’m relatively sure that it was the wrong one, considering I doubt that you want your teacher to know that 'this shit is so bad, but I wouldn’t mind being bent over a writing desk like that' with a smirking emoji at the end,“ only when his finger pushed your chin upwards gently you noticed that it was agape, shame filling every molecule in your body as you already planned your escape out of this country. Nobody was near you to see the weirdly intimidating scene happening between you and your teacher.

„Also I know you didn’t have the flu. I don’t appreciate being lied to. Tomorrow five p.m. in my office, don’t be late or you will get in more trouble. Send me the actual version tonight so I can grade it. I won’t let something as unprofessional as this slide again, understood?“ You nodded, taking in all of the information given to you, and somewhat in all of this mess felt thankful that he was giving you a second chance. The man in front of you rolled his eyes and clicked his tongue, ordering you to speak up. „Yes Sir, thank you,“ you sounded more confident than you felt inside. „Good,“ was all Bakugo said before he turned around, leaving you behind in the big hall dumbfounded and confused… And horny.

As if Chronos himself felt immense joy in your misery, minutes appeared to be hours and the panic inside of you only grew the closer you came to five in the afternoon. You tried everything, watching a show, listening to podcasts and audiobooks, reading a book you had put of for so long, went outside, cooked something, worked on another assignment, stopped yourself from destroying your hair, made the phone call you so desperately had put off and it’s still only ten p.m on the same day. How was that even possible? As you laid in bed you tossed and turned, the thought of your really hot teacher all angry, breathing heavily, his hands roaming your body. It was hard to pinpoint exactly when those thoughts turned into a very lucid dream, but when you woke up in the morning, already an hour too late to your first period, all you wanted to do was scream into your pillow.

Considering first class is canceled, you wanna go grab breakfast? X texted you.

Canceled? Checking your mails you saw your teacher had sent out a mail, excusing themselves and explaining they came down with the flu. A blessing in disguise. You let X know that you would meet up at the building and go grab something near it. Once agreed, you took a quick shower, a moment of peace given to you as water hit your body. There was no way you could do anything between your last class and the meeting with Professor Bakugo, so you tried to look your best possible for the next upcoming hours.

Suddenly time flew by and the closer you got the more you begged for a little bit more time, for him to postpone it, anything. But no, here you were, five minutes early and looking around to spot the blond man with no luck. „Miss Y/L/N. Step inside,“ you jumped slightly as his voice boomed up behind you, not expecting him to be in the office already.

Once you walked inside you were stunned about how clean everything was, no matter where you looked it was neat. His books were sorted alphabetically with marks between them to let him know when a new letter began. As far as you could tell he used cherry wood for his pieces of furniture, a big, black carpet in a corner underneath a small seating area, and some books placed on the table. Even his paperwork was stacked in order. Big glass windows allowed the evening sun to fall into the room, its warmness kissing your skin while you were seated in front of him, a big writing desk between the two of you, on it your work.

It was quiet for a short moment, before he leaned back in his chair, red eyes mustering you up and down which didn’t help at all. „What would you like to talk about first? Your assignment or the fact that you lied to me?“ Why was he so bothered by your lie? You knew plenty of students calling in sick every once in a while even though they aren’t. „I apologize for both of it. It shouldn’t have happened and I learned from my mistake,“ you were hoping that it would ease his anger a little bit but he seemed more worked up than usual. „Although I don’t understand why you are so angry at me for it? Plenty students lie-,“ „Yes, but they aren’t stupid enough to make it so obvious,“ he interrupted you. „I could care less about who’s missing my class, it’s their fault in the end if they decide learning is unnecessary. However you are one of my top students, I expected better from you. You could have excused yourself with no explanation. But you chose to add the feeble lie about being sick for what?“

You took in a deep breath, feeling as if another lie would be caught immediate, so you had no other choice but to tell him the real reason: „I heard the fight you had with the woman you were with, in the café, and I didn’t know how to react when I see you in your class,“ there was a small moment where he looked honestly confused before something clicked in his brain. „So it was you who I saw. What did you hear?“ „I can’t really rem-,“ „One more lie and I will lose my temper, don’t test me,“ shit, why was he turning you on so much right now. He’s your teacher for god’s sake and angry at you, this wasn’t the right time. „That she doesn’t agree with certain things in your private life,“ „Like?“ he knew you tried to talk around it, yet he wanted you to talk about, to see you embarrassed again, he liked that look on you. „The way you fuck,“ it was said before your brain could even comprehend the words, another apology laying at the tip of your tongue but his next question cut you off before you could say something else. „Why were you there in the first place? I’ve been there a few times and never saw you or any other student,“ he explained. „Because I live close by?“ It sounded more defiantly than you had wanted, causing your opponent to cock his eyebrow.

„I feel like you’re forgetting who’s the authority figure here,“ he walked up to his door, locking it before coming back. Now he was right in front of you, slightly sitting on his desk and the sleeves of his button-up shirt pushed up a little. „No sir, I’m sorry,“ „You see, the problem is, I don’t really believe you,“ with that he pulled you up, bodies pressed against each other, letting you feel his toned torso while the muscles in his arms flexed slightly.

„You lied to me once already, I think I have to teach you a lesson,“ everything happened so fast and you suddenly found yourself face down on his desk with his hand between your shoulder blades, the other one grabbing his wooden ruler. „If I recall correctly this is what you wanted right?“ His voice was low, slightly above a whisper as his upper body was pressed against your back while he pulled a few hair strands from your face. „Yes, but Professor I don’t think this is a good idea,“ your inner voice yelled at you, saying this was the best idea ever, angry that you possibly ruined your dreams coming true.

„Tell me to stop and I will do so immediately. Your choice. There will be no consequences if you worry about that,“ he reassured you, waiting for you to get up and run, but you didn’t and the current position allowed him to feel you clench your legs. „So?“ He asked again, the ruler in his hand basically burning with the anticipation of hitting your skin. „No, don't stop,“ you breathed, awaiting his next move.

„Good,“ with that he exposed your raised ass, your underwear the only thing between your bare skin and the wood that came down upon it, one foot raising in the air because of the sudden pain. „From now on if you say stop I won’t listen, you will tell me how you feel through colors. If it’s too much you tell me red and I will drop everything, understood?“ Another spank was delivered to the same spot.

„Yes,“ another one. You weren’t sure if he hit harder or if your skin turned more sensitive with every blow.

„It’s sir to you,“ you could feel him lunge out but shortly before the ruler came down he stoped, laughing slightly at your small jump.

„Yes sir,“ another one.

„You’re going to apologize every time my ruler paints your cute ass even redder, got it?“ You nodded your head, a moan escaping the back of your throat as he spanked you yet again.

„One more thing, be a good girl and stay quiet, wouldn’t wanna get caught now do we?“ He knew it was going to be torture for you to follow his order the more he continued and in a way he wanted you to fail. There was so much build-up inside of him and it appears that you were willing enough for him to use you as he pleased. That’s why you were his favorite. Bakugo knew what he was doing was wrong and he never expected to feel this way for one of his students but forbidden fruit tastes the best.

You stopped counting after the seventh blow, sorries, sirs and small whimpers fall from your lips as if they were your whole vocabulary. At one point you started crying, tears mixed with mascara running down your cheeks. He tried to remember something that turned him on more than the sight of your messed-up body with no luck. Everything build up inside of him, everything itching in his hands, the inner desires he had to soften for his ex, it all was going to come down on you. His thick girth twitched at the simple thought of finally being surrounded by your dripping wet cunt.

A warm soft hand rubbed over your bruised flesh while the other one found its way into your hair to pull you up to him, your back arched.

„What are you sorry for?“ Your mind was clouded with pleasure and pain, the only thought right now was the feeling of his dick print right between your sore cheeks. „I asked my little bitch a question, I expect you to fucking answer,“ this time he spanked you with his hand but it was just as intense as his ruler. „I don’t know,“ you breathed, a soft moan slipping out of you when his thumb barely circled your throbbing clit. „You’re just apologizing because you want me to use you?“ You could hear him chuckle lowly before he pushed your underwear to the side, his middle finger now playing with you. „Yes sir,“ Katsuki couldn’t hear a single ounce of shame in your voice and he wondered how long you had been thinking about him like this before.

„I never expected you to be such a dumb, cock hungry whore,“ The sound of his belt hitting the floor was dull like it was far away from you but at the same time, you felt him closer than before. Strong hands around your waist turned you around and once again he lifted your head with his finger underneath your chin, studying your ruined make-up as if he was memorizing every little detail he never wanted to forget. The blond, muscular man lifted you with ease, your behind getting a small moment of cooling as it hit his wooden desk.

Bakugo dried your tears slightly with his thumb, smearing it even more. „Only for you,“ you whispered and in that moment he couldn’t stop himself, he just had to kiss you. Not sweet and gentle, but passionately and hungry, like he was poisoned and your kiss was the antidote. The hand behind your head traveling to the front as you were laid down completely.

„If I had known before I would have fucked you so much sooner,“ with one hard thrust he was buried deep inside of you, one hand over your mouth because he knew you wouldn’t be able to keep quiet and the other one around your throat, squeezing shut and watching you struggle against it slightly. Your professor was thicker than what you were used to and you didn’t know how good it would feel until now. With the first few snaps of his hips, you knew you never wanted to feel something else anymore.

Your hands went to his arms and you tugged on them, causing him to let go as the blood found its way back to your brain. „Color?“ he asked, afraid you weren’t able to handle him. „Green,“ was all you could get out before another moan cut off your ability to talk.

„Good girl,“ he whispered into your ear, kissing down from your earlobe to your shoulder before sucking on a rather sensitive spot. Both of your wrists were held over your head with his left hand, with the explanation that he doesn’t appreciate being stopped while using you however he pleased. The right hand was going from between your chest after he admired your bouncing tits thoroughly, to your stomach to connect with your most sensitive bundle of nerves. Bakugo switched from circles to eights, from fast to slow, but the harshness of his hips never haltered.

„I know you wanna scream right now, but I can’t allow that. Can’t let others hear what a dirty slut you are for me right now. I promise I will fuck you in my house if you behave now. You can moan my name as much as you want. Or maybe I will gag you, watch you drool all over yourself. Maybe I will tie you up and edge you for an hour straight until you’re begging me to fuck you, you like the sound of that, huh? I can feel you squeezing around me,“ another chuckle left his plump lips as he watched you struggle to stay up on your feet.

„Maybe I will let you choke on my dick while I work on something for the next lesson. Gonna use you as my little cum dump. Let you think about it again when I talk about it in front of the whole class. Do-,“ you were so close when a sudden knock on the door startled you both, but he never once stopped what he was doing, if anything he went even harder, whispering into your ear to be quiet for him.

„Hey Kat, your ex is outside and says she wants to talk, want me to send her in?“ It was the psychologist professor Shinso, his voice as done and deep as usual. „No, I’m occupied,“ Bakugo saw your mouth open after you fought so hard against it, he couldn’t let you moan, not right now. He did the first thing he could think of, spitting into it and watching you swallow. Oh, he would definitely film you do this with his cum covering you everywhere and the thought brought him slightly closer to his release. „Still grading papers huh? I don’t get where you got all of that energy from,“ his voice was blurred out by Bakugo whispering into your ear. „Do you want me to tell you what we're doing right now? Let him know I’m fucking my little toy stupid right now?“ And while you were shaking your head no it was the last straw for you and you found yourself grabbing his hand to put over your mouth, biting your lips until you tasted blood to muffle the scream you couldn’t stop. Bakugo cursed under his breath when he could feel you throbbing around his dick and your nails digging into his arm. „Tell her to leave me the fuck alone, she’s already forgotten,“ his voice sounded strained and you knew he was close as well. „Ah, I see. Well then have fun,“ his laugh was fading away the further he went.

„Can’t believe that made you cum, you’re even more perfect than I thought, such a dirty girl, tsk,“ both his hands are on your hips and he pulled your body against him with every thrust. You were still coming down from your orgasm when you felt his thrusts turning sloppy before he stopped completely, his dick now pulsing while he was holding you tightly. Breath uneven and getting stable on his feet again he turned you around, careful so he wouldn’t hurt you.

„Next time I gonna make sure you can’t walk but right now I need you to be able to leave the building,“ he pulled his pants back up and added: „Sadly,“ before walking around his desk.

It was still hard for you to stand so you sat down, wincing as the usually soft cushion now felt like thousand of tiny spikes on your bruised ass. Before you pull your bottoms up again he grabbed your wrist and pulled you up, once again with a stern expression on his face you were so familiar with.

„I apparently really fucked you stupid if you think I let you leave like this,“ having him put cooling cream on your bare bum felt more intimate than having him be balls deep inside you. „Sorry I just thought-,“ „Well, you thought wrong. I don’t know what kind of boys you had in the past but now that you have me there are going to be changes, got that?“

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From the studio that brought you “I can’t find good Byler fics in the ao3 tag”, comes:

"The Definitive Byler fic rec list"

Literally no one asked for this but because I spent the majority of last year (...and 2019, and 2018...) reading byler fics and coping with life, I thought I’d make a list of some of my absolute favorites.

The other day I was basically starving for some byler fics and the angel @magicalfairy provided me with some of her faves so I thought I’d do the same, because I love reading, and I love all of these fics and I appreciate their writers💗 And fic writers in general, come on!

- This is a mix of long works and one-shots/short stories. - Everything is mostly fluff with a tad of angst and a lot of internalized homophobia conflict. - Every fic is completed, except for the ones I mention that they are not. - I try my best to lay out the stories in a way that I won’t spoil you the plot but also warning you of some stuff you might don’t like. Either way, all of these fics are correctly tagged by their respective authors/owners, so read at your own risk. For better understanding, in between brackets I denote Rating, Words and quantity of Chapters. - I feel like I should clarify, none of these are narrated in the singular first person. None of that “And I told him...”, no.

Long fics

a dream always the same (T, 99k, 35 chapters) What happened in those few weeks between the Battle of Starcourt and the Byers leaving Hawkins. Literally a satisfying and very needed fill in of season three, with a good dose of Mike’s thoughts and conflict. Mike’s characterization is specially amazing in this one. The writing style is amazing and I know the author put everything into making it historically accurate, and it was really sweet. You probably read it, it’s by the amazing sevensided here on Tumblr🧡

Spring Break (T, 120k, 14/15 chapters) The slowburn of my dreams. Lots of internalized conflict and conflict with each other. Conflict within the Party (uhh kind of), conflict with Mike and Will. Byers family has moved and the kids are visiting! Chaos. Characterization is on point. Yeah, I know it’s unfinished, but the fourteenth chapter actually serves as a pretty nice ending.

This is where it starts (M, 148.8k, 24 chapters) Aged up characters. The Party is in college and Will disappears again, but now it’s different. Mike knows he didn’t vanish from thin air, and the discovery he and the Party end up making is pretty insane. Mystery solving/fantasy/third dimension, throw in a bit of D&D and Mike realizing some shit, and you get this marvelous fic. It’s a breath of fresh air. The world building is definitely one of the elements that stands out the most, because it’s very nicely described, it sounds like a dream and it’s completely immersive. Absolute gem of a fic.

there’s a Starman waiting in the sky (M, 30.6k, 8 chapters) Do I need to say anything? Will is out there living his best life and Mike realizes that wow, umm, maybe his best friend looks a bit too nice with that costume... and wait, is he getting horny? It’s actually really fun and sexy.

The Evening Speaks (T, 23k, 7 chapters) In where Mike is a late-night college radio host and Will is the art student that stays up till late to catch up with Wheeler on the Mic. They flirt through songs y’all, this one is really sweet.

heads or tails? (E, 24k, 3 chapters) Aged up characters. I know most people don’t enjoy sex in fics and with specific characters but this one is insanely well written. It’s a slowburn that commits to the tension and with every word you are grasping and anticipating their next move. I think you can find the author here on Tumblr as yousaidyes🧡

The Man of Average (M, 56.7k, 5/? chapters) Aged up characters. No but you don’t understand, the writing here is absolute gourmet. The story is exciting as well, it’s super interesting. Weirdly enough, for being very aged up characters, they are well characterized but they don’t feel like teenagers. They are naturally Mike and Will. The author really captured Mike and Will’s essence. I know, it’s unfinished and it’s updated very rarely, but this is the typical fic you can’t believe someone just posted on the internet for free. I will say though, I think it’s definitely not for everyone. Read at your own risk.

Heartstrings (E, 82.8k, 24/? chapters) Aged up characters. By the same author of The Man of Average. A collection of memories, the road to Mike and Will’s happy ever after. And fucking hell!!!!! You’ll cry and get angry, you’ll cheer for them, then you’ll want to crash their faces together because god dammit you love each other!!! But yeah, same thing here. The writing and the way the story is laid out as a nonlinear narrative is brilliant. And I also think this is one of the best Will versions I’ve read. The author might as well be the og creator of this two characters tbh. You can find the author here as mylesimeblr🧡

Sinners behind the walls (T, 1.5k, 1/1) And because I can’t stop recommending this author, a little thing of Mike tormenting himself but also being too deeply committed to Will.

The Red Envelope series (T/E, 167K, two completed works) Something happens that Will thought was impossible and from there, pure drama and romance. Anything by this author has the potential to become your absolute favorite fic, but this series in particular is amazing. I doubt that any of you haven’t read this, but it doesn’t hurt to put it in this list. I’m pretty sure the author is serendipitous-magic on Tumblr🧡

A New Fight series (T, 91k, two completed works, one WIP) And finally the Star Wars AU that we all needed. But this isn’t your typical “Mike is Han”, “Will is Leia” and “El is Luke”, it’s way more interesting than that, and the author has appropriated the Star Wars world like no other. I’ll admit I’m not a 100% fluent in SW lore but this is amazing to me either way. This author is also on Tumblr, tea-for-one-please🧡

- Yes, most of these are (if not all), in a way, canon compliant/canonverse/canon continuation into fanon. (In a way)

One-shots and short stories

Sundae for Two, Please (G, 4.8k) Steve being the supportive friend and older brother these kids collectively need. (not Jonathan erasure, we love him). Steve is very sweet himself, and this little cute thing through his POV is gorgeous. Yes, it’s byler.

Backstage (T, 10k, 2/2) Jonathan, you forgot to mention to Will how hot your new band’s guitarist is, dude. Now he’s hyperventilating and weirdly flirting with him in the corner. Background Stonathan because why not.

102 Peach Street (G, 3.8k) Established relationship, but not only that, they are married :’’))) PURE fluff. Extreme fluffiness. Diabetes.

sweatshirts and bottled up feelings (T, 3.2k) Or, Mike thinks that the sweatshirt Will wears looks insanely good on him. And kitchens are for lovers.

kiss it better (T, 16.3k) Basically one of the best character studies of a few precise moments of Mike and Will’s relationship and feelings.

will wonders ever cease (T, 11.3k) #i ship will and happiness. Omfg what a beautiful piece of fanfic. Will centric, this kid really deserves all the good in the world.

The Calm After the Storm (T, 1.6k) Tooth rotting fluff, boyfriends in love. Boyfriends being lazy, cuddling, love words, kisses. Boys loving each other’s company... Basically, Mike and Will in their element. What more can you ask for?

neither of us ready to let go (T, 4.8k) That scene from season three, but a bit of a fix it.

Still in love (G, 1k) Domestic, married life au fluff. Y’all, I’m a sucker for established Byler, even if I can’t find many fics with it. But this is very sweet. It takes place in 2020, but I don’t think there are any mentions of the COVID-19 crisis that I remember.

I Nver Find Out ‘Til I’m Head Over Heels (G, 12.5K) Classic 5+1 fic. If you haven’t read it, where have you been? This is your moment. In where Mike keeps inviting Will to the school dances and Will thinks it’s just a joke until he realizes it’s not.

Before You’re Gone (T, 5.9k) Will is leaving Hawkins and Mike thinks this is a great moment for a confession. This one I discovered last friday, thank you friend @magicalfairy 💗

You’re weird Wheeler (M, 4.5k) Mike unintentionally starts a tradition of going to each other to talk about their sexual encounters just after they finish. Will keeps getting more explicit with the details he shares, and he makes his best friend interested. This one is really fun y’all.

Out-Of-Town Friends (N/R, 4.6K) It’s not rated. I haven’t re- read it but I’d say it would probably fall in a T rating. So cute!! Will has new friends and sneaks off every friday and the Party doesn’t know where he is going, so Mike decides to follow him and is surprised.

Snowed Under (G, 1.3k) By the same author of The New Fight series. Mike is spending christmas by himself in college because a snowstorm hits Chicago and Nancy can’t drive to see him, but then he has a surprise visitor. Ahhh just a lil sweet holiday fic. Super cute.

you love me anyway series (T, 7.1k, three completed works) Literally just the cutest thing ever. Established Byler. Will loves to take pictures and he loves taking pictures of Mike. It’s adorable.

you wanna be friends forever (i can think of something better) (T, 9k) This one is so amazing. So. Amazing. From Will’s POV, my kid deserves the world and he gets it.

okay not to be okay (T, 4.9k) Mike is a bit sad but then everything is okay.

can’t hold out forever (G, 18.4k) Y’all!!!!! 5+1 sweetness. Mike has been falling in love since kindergarten. And it’s long af, you’ll enjoy it.

even if it takes forever (G, 1.3k) College short AU, they miss each other, they love each other, they promise all to each other. It is sappy y’all.

clear as day (N/R, 18.4K, 4 chapters) It’s not rated, but I’d say it falls in the T category. Strangers to friends to lovers. And also, everyone is pretty gay; we have our dynamic trio Mike, Max and El as disaster lesbians (and gay). Will works at the library and he is also gay. Lucas and Dustin and Will are the best friends we needed. It’s very sweet and the Party is kind of formed here!

I went overboard with the one-shots, so you must have realized how much I love long one-shots and I favor them over long works lmao but they are all amazing!!! If it’s on this list, I probably read it at 2 am, sobbing in my bed. So. Hope you enjoy it☺️🧡

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