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bcyhoods · 11 months

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could I please request steve and shy!reader and her first time staying the night at his place? lots of timid cuddling and just overall sweetness? I loved your first steeb drabble!

ohemgee yay i’m so glad you liked it!! thank u for for such a cute req, i hope i did it justice🫡 | 1k fluff, gn!reader

You were going crazy, without a doubt. You’ve already finished showering, but you’ve been locked away in his bathroom for 15 minutes. The pep talk you’re giving yourself in the foggy mirror does nothing to calm flutter in your stomach.

“Everything okay, honey?” You hear Steve call from down the corridor.

“Yes—Yeah, I’m okay!” The words are rushed and clumsy as the nickname runs through your head on repeat. And while you’re about to sleep in his room for the first time, it’s too domestic for your racing heart. You hope he doesn’t notice.

Giving yourself one final nod of scarce confidence, you pull open the door and softly let it close behind you. You’re practically walking on the balls of your feet so as not to make any noise.

When you peek into his room, you see the plain of Steve’s back facing toward you. You let your gaze shamelessly trace through the freckles and moles that grace his skin, then to the muscles that tense in his biceps as he fluffs one of his pillows. He’s mumbling to himself as he punches and pulls at the cushion.

Once you push past the door, he turns like he’s a child caught stealing the last cookie from the jar. He’s doe eyed with flushed cheeks and messy hair.

“Hey, there you are,” he sings with a gentle smile.

“Hi.” You timidly wave with a smile just as sweet.

“I was getting worried,” he starts as he meets you by the door, “Started to think you fell in or something.” Steve laughs it off, but there’s a small twitch in his eyebrows that threatens to expose his nerves.

Because while you were in the bathroom, Steve had been giving himself his own encouraging speech. One which also fell quite short, but he was better at concealing it. At least he thinks he is.

Your clammy hand reaches for his, a reassuring effort to soothe both your worries. “No search party necessary. I’m still standing,” you reply softly. He releases a hefty exhale — a mixture of a shaky laugh and a sigh of relief — and gives your hand a small squeeze.

“I’ll be right back. You can sleep on either side, I don’t mind.”

He’s quick to jog out, leaving you to roam every inch of his bedroom.

You’ve been in Steve’s room countless times before, you probably have every trinket and frame committed to memory. But every detail has somehow become more intimate since the last time you’ve visited. Every knick knack is a window into Steve Harrington’s being and by tomorrow morning, you’d become even more familiar. The thought only further warms your chest once your eyes land on an old love note you’d given him, preserved in a framed picture of you right on his bedside table.

By the time he returns, you’re already under the covers with a cheesy smile and patting the empty space next to you.

He uses some sort of excuse so that he can keep a dim nightlight on: Just so you can see everything in case you need to get up in the middle of the night. And Steve Harrington doesn’t have a secret aversion to the dark.

No, Steve Harrington is a romantic, and he just really wants to see your pretty face.

“Are you okay?” He whispers as he settles beside you. He moves to bring the blanket up to your chin and traces the underside of your jaw with his knuckle.

“Yes, I’m okay, Stevie.” You giggle at his concerned expression and reach up to smooth out the wrinkle in his brow before you convince yourself not to.

“Good. Good…just checking.”

And though you’re both laying face to face, sharing the same sheets, he’s entirely too far away for your liking. All you would have to do is extend your arms just a few inches until they reach his shoulders. But really, it’s a few inches too much.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He asks again lowly, noting the pensive expression on your face.

Your stomach flips and your hand flies to pick at the skin of your lips. Now, you would just need to ask. But it’s so difficult when he’s staring right at you, practically oozing adoration. Now there’s a knot in your mouth where your tongue should be.

“Steve?”

He hums. The knot tightens.

“You don’t have to, but…can you, um—would you want to…” you trail off as the rest of your question dissipates.

“Do you…do you want me to hold you?” He finishes for you. He’s already moving to sit up before you can say ‘please,’ eager to wrap you up in his embrace.

You sit up the slightest bit so that he’s able to slither his arm underneath your head. He’s laying on his back while you’re curled into his side. You rest on his bicep, legs tangled with his own and an arm around his middle as you play with the fingers of his other hand.

“Is this okay? Am I hurting you?” You turn slightly so that you’re peering up at his face, chin resting on his shoulder. It’s an awkward angle and you know it’s going to result in a dull ache in your neck, but you can’t be bothered to care with his lips so close.

“No, no,” he’s quick to rush out, “This feels nice. I like this.”

It’s not until you see his wide smile that you notice the ache in your cheeks thanks to your matching expression. Without giving it a second thought, you push yourself up to kiss him, eliciting a sigh from the boy. It’s lazy, and it doesn’t last for more than a few seconds before you’re drawing back to hide your burning face in his chest.

He pauses to gather his bearings and gives you a kiss to the top of your head. “If you wanted a kiss, you could’ve just asked.”

“Shut up, please.”

#officially jumped on the ‘steve calls you honey’ train #god i need a steve harrington shaped bf #ᝰ cece’s scribbles #✿ convos with cece #steve harrington #steve harrington thots!#steve harrington blurb #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x gender neutral reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things fluff #joe keery

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10hourshift · 3 months

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I'm having a bit of fun drawing old ppl

Behold! Frank and Celine Luster (Julian and Ethan parents)

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Yiga!Link is a Riot

The Issue With Sheikah Tech

Injustice - Too few GanondorfxFem posts!

Rhoam Mischaracterization

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Gameplay:

Things I'd Change

Wandering Merchants Map

Hyrule Settlement Restoration Map

Glitch in Hebra

Remnants of a Shrine in Hebra

Shitty Horse Wanted

Ideas for Future Wild Games

The Magic Rods

Master Beds & Hyrule's Possibly Declining Population

Beastiary Expansion

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Other Stuff:

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m0tel6mxzzy · 10 months

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television peaked with the thanksgiving dinner in gossip girl. serena’s affair being revealed by the wife in front of lily. blair’s mom hiding her pregnancy. eric roasting jenny with the most indifferent delivery when she said she knew abt cotillion. dan and vanessa fighting over her mom who is nosy as hell butting into everyone’s convos. the side comments IN each others convos. rufus realizing cece was full of shit and not to be trusted. “that’s what i call plymouth rock” and everyone abruptly leaving the table all to the tune of jason derulo

#gossip girl #sigh we are never getting this again when everything needs to be 8 episodes w not enough time for that drama

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dreamwritesimagines · 2 years

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Heya darlin! 💚

How about an extra scene where Cherie tells Anthony about the conversation with Mr. Sinclair 😂 I feel like he’d get jealous, then proud, and land on horrified 😂 but I also think he’d get very possessive and maybe tilt her face up (if they weren’t in front of the whole ton) and remind her that she’s his (with his words bc he’s a gentleman)

AND/OR

A convo between Cece and Elias where he rants about Anthony leaning in to kiss Cherie and Cece’s just like 🤷🏼‍♀️ “I think it’s sweet” and Elias just feels so SO betrayed 😂

OMG WAIT-

How did you know I have a soft spot for head tilting! 😍😱 Let’s do this! ❤

So first of all you’re absolutely right! He would get very possessive after overcoming the initial shock😂 But when he tilted her face up, Cherie’s breath would hitch and Anthony would so see that, smirk and go like,

“I can deal with bad poetry.”

“Can you?”

“Yes.”

“Even if he calls you um—he calls you something bad?”

“As long as he knows you’re mine, I don’t care what he calls me.”

“But am I yours?”

“Aren’t you?”

“But you— I—you don’t kiss me even if I asked you to!”

“We talked about this darling.”

“Right, being a proper gentleman… What if I don’t want you to be a gentleman?”

“You have no idea what you’re asking for my love.”

“I think I do.”

“No, you really don’t.”

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theemporium · 7 months

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oopsies i didn’t think my comment abt pierre would stir up a convo like this omg i’m glad everybody seems to be on the same page abt everything tho but i hope ppl in ur inbox r being normal and i didn’t start smth crazy 🙏 my sincere apologies ms cece i just wanted to point and laugh at the unrealism

hahssvshbsh it’s fine, babe!! I’ve just deleted the weird ones tbh😭but mostly everyone seems to agree/be on the same page!!

#cece answers

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tchallasbabymama · 2 years

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Alright y’all, I’ve been doing some thinking…

As Troubled Waters comes to a close, I've started mapping out my next steps. I’ll definitely need more time to focus on my non-fanfic writing because ya girl is trying to make that her main source of income in the next few years. That being said, I ain’t stopping, just slowing down. Writing Troubled Waters has taken up a lot of my time, and even though I truly wouldn’t have it any other way, I doubt I’ll be writing a long series like this again any time soon (for free lol.)

But, that’s not to say I’m gonna stop writing fanfic!

Like I said, I ain’t going nowhere!

Today, I ended up stumbling into two really good ideas for shorter stories, so here’s what the next few months are gonna look like:

I still owe y’all the oneshots you requested last summer. I haven’t forgotten; I just haven’t had the time and/or the inspiration because all my creative juices have been flowing to Troubled Waters and my novella that I’m self-publishing.

That being said, after TW ends, I’m gonna take a little break sort of like I did in the middle of the series. Not sure how long the break will be, or (knowing me) if it’ll really be a true break or not…

But, when I come back, here’s what you can look forward to (let me know if you want to be tagged in any of these):

The Nakia x Okoye oneshot that I’ve been working on for ages.

Still unnamed Ménage à Trois sequel. It’ll probably only be about 5 chapters, but big tings are coming for our favorite throuple!

A little something I’m currently calling “How Ramonda Got Her Groove Back” inspired by a convo I literally just had with @impremenior and @griot-of-wakanda . They really got my wheels turning and the inspiration just poured in, so that’s definitely gonna be coming soon. Not sure how long it’ll be, but at the very least we’re looking at a 3 part story.

A story set in the Troubled Waters universe focusing on Amita and M'Baku's relationship.

A story following Shuri from the “All For Us” universe where she goes to the University of Lagos. Not sure of the plot on this one yet, but I know I want to see what our favorite princess is up to.

Star-Lord T’Challa oneshot that I’ve also been working on for ages.

Killmonger gangbang fic that someone requested like a year ago.

Just felt like sharing my thought process with y'all!

Love always,

Cece

#cecewritessometimes #black panther fanfiction #support black writers #cece’s ramblings

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bcyhoods · 11 months

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LOVEFOOL 💌 — “you feel like home to me” with tasm!peter PUH-LEASE I ALREADY KNOW IM GONNA GET EMOTIONAL

muah ha ha. angsty spidey is my favorite spidey, how did you know | 0.9k

warnings: injuries, brief mention of reader being used as leverage but no explicit/graphic detail

“I don’t know if I can do this, Peter.”

Your hand hovers over the scrape on his cheek when your gaze drops to the mask that’s clenched in his hand. He sits on the edge of your bed, looking up at you as you stand in between his legs.

He’s bathed in the dull, orange glow of your lamp. It highlights every welt, every cut, every matted strand of hair that sticks to the damp skin of his forehead. It makes your eyes sting.

“What do you mean? You’re a natural,” he says. His hand settles on your hip to give it a gentle squeeze. The gesture makes you believe for a second that he’s genuinely clueless.

But his eyes refuse to meet yours. The smile that he wears is uneasy as he wrings his mask.

“You know that’s not what I mean.”

He hangs his head low. Guilt tightens its grip on his throat making it hard to breathe.

You were already well aware of his secret identity before you’d started dating. He warned you of the risks and used them to try scaring you away before you could break his heart. But you stayed. You stayed and, god, he was so glad you did.

Though, he blames his adoration for what happened to you.

He would keep a close eye on you to make sure you were safe. His routine neighborhood watch would consist of making sure you got to and from work safely, occasionally dropping by on your lunch breaks to check on you. He was careless, but he didn’t anticipate things would go south so quickly.

The guy wasn’t a super villain, nor was he anything special by any means, but he was observant. And why would Spiderman be visiting some random bodega cashier so often unless you meant something to him?

It was practically over as quick as it started. The guy couldn’t even finish demanding his ransom before Peter had arrived to web him to the ceiling. You escaped with a few injuries, the worst being a palm-shaped bruise on your wrist. But Peter was fuming.

You were used as bait. You were leverage against Spiderman because he’d been so reckless. You got hurt because of him. You were lucky this time, but there was no telling if that luck would run out and the thought terrified him. Despite your gentle words of reassurance, he had made up his mind.

He would never forgive himself if he lost you. So he broke it off.

“I know.”

It would’ve been easier if you didn’t see each other after that. You think you’d feel differently if you weren’t frequently in his presence, nursing him back to health. Maybe if you didn’t exchange longing gazes and soft touches that were reserved for people that are more than friends. If he didn’t look at you like you held his heart in your hands, maybe you’d be stronger.

“Why do you keep coming back here?” He feels his chest tighten at the crack in your voice, even more so when you push his hand away.

“You leave your window open,” he whispers.

A scoff falls from your lips and you turn your back to him to wipe away the rogue tears that run down your face. He stares at your figure with a frown and hands that ache to reach out for you.

Peter Parker then decides he doesn’t want to be a hero. Heroes can’t afford to be selfish and put their own happiness above the wellbeing of others. Being with you would jeopardize your safety. It’d be selfish of him. He could never be with you like he wanted, craved, so long as he wore that suit. Can’t he have both?

He’s exhibited enough altruism to last him a lifetime, anyway. Certainly it was enough to hold you just for one night.

“I just needed to see you,” he sighs, voice meek.

“Peter, I think you should—”

“There’s never a day that I don’t think about you,” he interjects. He doesn’t exactly know when he started to cry. Suddenly his eyesight was blurry and he couldn’t breathe through his nose.

“Please.” The word pushes out like a sob. Your hand shoots to clamp over your mouth to hush the whimpers, but he can hear them.

“I’m serious, I…” He stands and moves to put his hands on your shoulders. His mask is forgotten on the floor. “Being away from you, it makes me feel crazy. Like I can’t breathe.”

“Don’t say that.” You turn in his hold to shrug his hands off, but you don’t try too hard. A sob racks through your chest once more when you see his pained expression. His nose is red and his cheeks are wet and his brows are sewed together. “Don’t tell me that, just go home,” you plead.

“You feel like home to me!” There’s a humorless laugh that accompanies the confession, it’s one of frustration. But the softness in his glassy eyes is unmistakable and it makes you melt under his stare.

“Please don’t cry,” he begs with a deep frown. He reaches to hold your face in his hands as he wipes the tears from under your eyes. The material of his gloves is rough and pulls at your skin uncomfortably, but you can’t help leaning into his touch.

He crowds your being. He towers over you so closely that you can feel his bated breath fanning your skin. You reach to hold onto his forearms, letting your eyes close to revel in the closeness. Peter presses a chaste kiss to your forehead, then to each of your cheeks, then your nose. He stops short of your lips.

“Say the word and I’ll leave. You know I will.”

“Don’t go,” you concede.

You’re not really sure what repercussions this will have tomorrow morning. You can’t really bring yourself to care when he kisses you.

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beezonia · 1 year

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The broken sibling au is where Claire did actually have a sister who took the chance to work with Clive to make sure her sisters death was brought to light and given the justice she deserves

This is pretty much a few ideas I have

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Celeste Foley - Age 28 (Could be older dont know what the age gap is yet) - Occupation - Forensic Scientist

A curious young woman who works for Scotland Yard as a forensic scientist, seems to be hiding a lot underneath that tired smile of hers as most notice Celeste has a tendency to fiddle with the rings on her fingers in dire situations.

Only known as Cece to Hershel as that is the name Claire had given her when they were children and she had hoped one day that her boyfriend would get to meet her beloved sister, which did happen but Claire never did get to see.

So in “Future London” we find out that Celeste is it’s detective figure, F!Luke tells them that she’s never seen without her weak smile or another case to be working on. Along with her somewhat assistant/apprentice Meg a 19 year old girl who latched onto her when she first arrived

The relationship between Clive and Celeste is much like siblings, one minute they're at each other's throats and the next minute they're hugging each other after nightmares.

Further on we get to a scene where Layton remembers one of his and Claire convos about cece and how she seems to be so absorbed in her work she never gets the time to send a letter or reply to hers. She then goes to show him a picture of them together at claire’s graduation, and it hits the prof that Celeste could possibly be the Cece from the future and she is a shell of the woman she was before due to “the devil in the tophat”

We then meet Celeste again it’s in claire's place when bostro is after them Professor layton instantly tries to pry her true identity but she manages to dodge it.

This is pretty much all I have so far for this au tbh lmk if you want more!!

#professor layton #professor layton au #professor layton and the unwound future #broken siblings au #celeste foley #hershel layton

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nakurak · 2 years

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❝ about me. ❞

hello, hello! my name is izaya / alatus. i’m 19 years old, & currently a freshman in college. i use he/she pronouns, alongside some constantly-changing neopronouns. i identify with the terms bigender, biromantic, & asexual. i’m also nonhuman, but i’m not sure what i am exactly.

you can find a list of all my irls here. i would prefer if doubles & kins did not interact with me, but liking & reblogging posts i’ll accept. i won’t talk about this much, but i still found it necessary to mention. you’re welcome to inquire about my memories if you so wish to.

i’m interested in a lot of different things, most notably durarara. i am also a fan of genshin impact, fire emblem, fear street, five nights at freddys, mystic messenger, rainbow six siege, & many other smaller things. the things listed are my comfort media, so please avoid hating on them where i can see. do keep in mind that i consume media critically & do not support problematic creators.

❝ please tag. ❞

friday night funkin. hospitals / medcore. bugs other than butterflies & bees. undertale / deltarune. animal deaths / injuries / abuse. doubles & kins of the bolded names on my irl list ( just when the conversation involves them being me, normal convos are fine ). sangonomiya kokomi. jean gunnhildr.

with tag #fuck off izaya.

❝ mutuals. ❞

rosie. nazu. koko. rimi. koi. mys. lotus. jinx. nova. robin. cece. ying. bunny.

i love yall /p <3

tell me if u break mutuals pls ty <3

#* . ⊹ ❝ info. ❞ › ✗

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how-grand-trine-au · 1 year

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Cande's Arrival(Part One)

The van rocked a bit over the dirt road, practically steaming from the hot sun, and the only reason why Cande didn't mention the sour stench was because she was too nice. Wait is that the name ‘Rodrick’ markered on the roof. Who signs their own car? This road trip was definitely gonna be an adventure, which she guesses she couldn't complain about since it's technically what she asked for. But adventures(road trips included) are supposed to be with friends, or at least, real friends. Not the ones you occasionally chat with in class and here them fail to whisper rude lies about you.

Cande cleared her throat and shook her head. Nope. No shitty thoughts today. Going to hot-ass place so Candelaria's gonna have a hot-girl time- "Hey, Courtney?" The Latina's head shot up to the speaker and hummed with a smile. "What's up, girlie?" The girl in the passenger seat pressed her elbow in the armrest and turned her head to eye Courtney up and down. "Are you sure wearing a cowgirl hat and boots was needed? The road trip is just for a week, and it'll mostly be us instead of a bunch of country people." Cande immediately let out a very offended gasp and placed a hand over her heart. Then another voice added from behind her in the last row, “I mean, she’s not wrong, CeCe.” Cande turned and leaned against the armrest while snapping her fingers at the boy behind her. “Well, I’m sorry, greasy cardigan, but I dress in style wherever I go. If I’m going to Louisiana, you better bet the ass cheek you’re currently sitting on, I’m gonna wear this cute ass hat and boots.” She winks and repositioned herself back in her seat. The girl who originally started the convo snorted and looked forward. Making Cande roll her eyes and lean down, coming back up with her half-drunken cup of water(which she silently thanks herself for asking to go to sonic before the roadtrip). She shook the cup and side-eyed the male behind her, who was glaring at her out of embarrassment.

A loud whistle came from the driver, “We just got an hour left on us. If I knew it’d take us this long, I’d clean my van!” The woman beside him smacked her lips, “If I’d known you’d actually pass that final test, I wouldn’t have bet Courtney on it. Damnit, Rodrick.” Cue the said women fanning herself with the 2 dollars she was given. “I know everything, you’ll know sooner or later, Jennifer~” The man on Cande’s left, Michael, was gonna playfully take the two bucks only for Cande to lay half her body on the poor soul on her right, Sanders. “Boy, you ‘bout to get popped!-”

Suddenly, Cande’s body flew onto Michael’s. The two in the front yelled. Rodrick leaned his body as he steered in hope to control the van. But unfortunately, it made matters worse. The car began spinning onto the grass. Cande tightly held onto Michael’s chest while he used his arm to hold her form. “Rodrick, hit the fucking breaks!” Jennifer yelled with shut eyes while gripping the ceiling handle. She used the seatbelt across her chest for support - holding her breath for what seemed like minutes more before exhaling. The car finally came to a stop near a bush. One of the front wheels clearly were causing the problem. As the car was now slanted.

Paused. Everything was paused. Cande was still halfway on Michael’s lap, Jennifer having the deadliest grip on the ceiling handle, Rodrick gripping the steering wheel with his head against it. All in all, there wasn’t a single person in that car who wasn’t breathing heavily and trying to piece their thoughts about together. Sanders swallowed the spit that he gained from the crash and took a second to look around. “Is anyone hurt?” Rodrick snapped towards Sanders, “Look around dude, obviously the van is hurt!” The remark made Cande raise a brow, “Boy, fuck your crooked van, who sign a van with their name?” The blonde finally let go of the ceiling handle and stretched her neck towards Cande, “You got a smart. ass. mouth. Courtney.” Cande then got off of Michael’s lap- only staying in place because Michael kept his arm over her -”Who the hell are you bucking your neck at, Jennifer?” The slanted van began shaking from the growing argument.

Luckily, it was noticeable enough for a man in an old, rusty truck driving by.

“What the-...” The man stopped his truck and stared at the vehicle for a moment. He kept his eyes on the van while pulling out his phone, taking a picture before texting someone. ‘(Sent Photo) got a big one for you today Bo’ The man got a response almost instantly. ‘Ill be ready when u come Lester’ He nodded to the messages before dropping his phone in the passenger seat. Quickly getting himself ready, Lester got out of his truck and made his way over to the van.

“Guys, please-” “Shut the fuck up, Sanders!...wait, what the hell?” Rodrick looked to the side of the van where a loud banging was coming from. “Hey!” Everyone stopped, staying in where positions for a few counted seconds. Then Cande slid the van door open, revealing a noticeable short male holding his hat in his hands. “Aw.” “Courtney, what the fuck?” “Shut up, he’s cute!” The Latina kept Michael’s head under her arm before nodding at the man. “What’s up?” She held a kind smile at him while the man at behind her gave judging eyes. “Well, I noticed y’all were in sum…trouble?” Jennifer, sitting backwards in her seat, leaned back to look out her window. “That your truck out there…?” She didn’t look back at the male when he laughed. “Yup, that there’s mine. Y-you can call me Lester.” Cande finally gave Michael mercy and reached over her seat to grab one of the male’s hand and shake it. “Nice to meet ya, Lester! You can call me Courtney. The one that was finna get choked is Michael.” She pointed at the driver and lady beside him. “Rodrick, Jennifer…” Pointed at the male in the back seats then the one behind Michael. “Cael and Sanders.” Lester raised his brows with a smile, “Six of y’all? Wow. Well…there’s a small lil town not too far from ‘ere. Can git’in my truck and get you guys there. Get’ye what you need.” There was an awkward silence after Lester spoke. Rodrick gripping on the steering wheel and attempting to look at the damage on the van.

Jennifer slowly turned to Lester, “Can you check the van? Something happened and took us off the road.” The brunette cleared his throat and walked to the front of the car, “If ya’d like.” And immediately sucked in his breath, shaking his head. “She ain’t lookin too pretty. Tire got a big ol’ rip. My brother can fix it.” And that was all Cande needed. She climbed out of the van and hopped onto the ground. “Well, that was all this little lady needed to hear! I know at least one of you guys is coming with us?” The other woman only gave Cande a silent glare while Michael shyly shrugged and crawled out the van. “Guess it’s just us two-!” “Wrong.” Jennifer opened her door, making Rodrick look at her. “Babe-” Her glare made him quiet, “I’m going.”

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Lester awkwardly laughed in the silence of his car. Cande was next to him comfortably, watching the outside, with Michael next to the door. Unwillingly, having a certain blonde sit on him. “No need to be quiet, babe! We all know each other's names now!” The man shifted his hat on his head and smiled, “Just trying to get to the pit, then to the town.” Cande nodded and looked at an object that shined in Lester’s pocket. “From what I remember when I was a kid, my dad hunted animals for fun. Is that a hunting knife?” Lester glanced at Cande twice before pulling the knife out and stabbing it into the hood. “It sure is!” Cande only got to ‘ooo’ at the knife before Jennifer interrupted the short convo. “What the hell is that smell?” Cande was about to retort but sniffed the air, scrunching her face. “Think we near the pit! I wanna see it!”

“Eww…” Cande leaned over the pit, raising a brow, “That is so gross….I love it!” She pulled out her phone and took multiple pictures. The way she leaned over for a better angle was perfect for a person beside her. Michael silently stared as the whole scene unfolded. In one swift motion, Cande was pushed into the pit the same second Lester threw half of a deer in it. Cande shrieked, falling on her side and hitting her head on the deer head that went with her.

“Bahahahahaha!!” Jennifer hunched over herself while holding her stomach. Tears coming out her eyes are she laughed loudly. “Hoho- haha! Holy shit!” Michael glared at Jennifer before turning to Cande. He reached his hand towards Cande, wanting to help- but pulled his hand back to his chest in disgust. All while Lester was in pure shock. Only getting back to his senses after seeing Michael move from Cande. “Here, let me help ya. Let me help!” He carefully stepped over a few limbs and grabbed Cande under her arms. Then lifting her out of the pit and onto the cleaner ground.

Cande was busy throwing chunks of meat off her, while Lester turned to the ones standing. “What, country boy? We were just having fun!” Lester shook his head. “You know yer wrong-” “And?” “And, y’all are stayin’ in the bed of my’truck. While Courtney stays inside.” Jennifer opened her mouth to complain, but simply blew the hair out of her face. The girl loudly cleared her throat and stomped into the back of the truck. Her hands stayed close against her sides as she looked at what she could deem touchable. Jennifer held on the side of the truck, grumbling to herself.

“You ight there?” Lester was crouched down in front of the Latina. He helped take another piece of flesh off Cande as she spoke. “Currently wishing death on that hoe but yuh. I’m fine.” She stood up and patted her short-shorts before looking at the male. “Guessing ya don’t got a shower in your truck?” Lester scratched the back of his head and stood. “My brother could help you with that.” The two walked back to the truck and got inside. Lester watched Michael through the review mirror. As Michael got in the back, his started his truck. Ready for the road again.

It was silent again in the truck. Cande busy picking blood from her nails; and Lester was looking at her. Slowly up and down. “Your brother seems awesome, never told me his name…” She smiled with her eyes as they made contact with the male. “Oh, you can go all call him Bo.” Cande grinned, “Bo.” “He’ll let ya take a shower.” Cande sighed, “Hell yes! Really loving you both right now!” Lester laughed and looked towards the road. He felt a small bit of guilt. But quickly shoved it down. “Hey, I totally gotta get your number!” Cande unlocked her phone, then turned to Lester. “O-oh…I, I don’t have a phone for ya number.” The girl went paused, taking in the response before accepting it. “Well then I’ll just come by when I come by.” Lester gave a stiff nod and straighten himself in his seat. “Yeah.”

~~~~~~~~ Part One; Completed.

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regrettable-username · 1 year

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up next in my streak of rewatching all my favorite shows from childhood, i'm watching shake it up! I'm not even through the second episode and i just have so many observations

1. the girl meets world set is literally the exact same just repainted and new furniture. Like I new they reuse skeletons but it's so similar

2. I forgot about the existence of gunther and tinka. their characters are so terrible but i remember why i liked them (v reflective of the show)

3. the mom has blonde hair in the first episode. in the second episode she is wearing a ginger wig

4. this convo:

cece: [talking about some bad summer camp experience] and my top came off!

rocky: you were ten, no one even knew you were a girl

cece: I knew!

(trans cece confirmed ig?)

#aivi rambles

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chaandkeeroshni · 2 years

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03.09.22

This was a busy week, and God it’s September already. Time seems to be flying sometimes. Last year, this time around I had recently come back for my last year of university, with no idea about how awful demanding it was going to be. I started my job and it’s been a year since I’ve been working at the same place with the same team. I sometimes feel like being committed to something is nothing but trying everyday. Days turn into months and months turn into years.

Sometimes I feel so held. This week I went for drinks with Ali and JP to discuss my non profit and potential start up here. JP bought us dinner and drinks, he mentored us, I sat there with two straight men discussing my feminism oriented non profit work but I felt held, and supported, and seen. JP paused mid convo to say most men are idiots. And Ali agreed. In the end while seeing us off, and as it was raining and everyone opened umbrellas, JP said “I’m glad I’m being of service to someone who met the queen.” And then he looked at Ali and said, “this girl. She’ll get it. You’ll see” and Ali said “I’d hope so.” It was sweet. Endearing. Next day, Wednesday, after work, I hit the pub with Cece and Rahema and we all stayed up until midnight. On Thursday Rahema and I went to a really pretty restaurant for a very fancy dinner and met Wisaal for drinks later. Friday was a wholesome dinner at Lyla’s place where I met so many girls, sweet, welcoming, they had cooked dinner themselves. We all sat on a big dining table with food and wine. Gave me inspiration to host a dinner myself.

It’s the long weekend and sometimes I find it funny that we wait for long weekends so much and now that it’s here I feel so lost with the time I had today. I have become accustomed to always being on the move. I feel so lost and lonely sometimes, as if I’m a girl with no roots. I feel I cannot rely on anyone at all. absolutely no one. people I hold closest and dearest seem the most unreliable sometimes. Some holding dark lies, some flakey and some straight up too weak to be there. And that makes me feel so so alone. I sometimes never wanna go to Pakistan again. I just wanna give myself away to the life I’m building myself, just on my own. With no one else’s share or stake. I’d somehow manage.

Danyal’s been awfully depressed and sometimes I feel tired being there for him. It feels like something I constantly have to do with no reward. He’s never present. I sometimes don’t understand why and how he feels so comfortable taking so much from me. He comes to me for everything and keeps taking everything I give and more knowing that he’d never ever reciprocate. He wouldn’t even want to. It’s appalling how comfortably selfish he is. Sometimes I genuinely just want to leave and not even look back but I don’t have that in me, I don’t know how people like him have that in them. I have never even found it in me to never look back at the house that broke me.

Sometimes talking to Sherry is great. It’s refreshening. He doesn’t ask much of me, and we talk only because we wanna talk. And I never feel the need to follow up or talk in routine because it’s a secure attachment. It just makes me realize often the problem isn’t us, it’s other people.

One thing I want to keep getting better at is prioritizing and holding myself. And I AM getting so much better. Called things off with someone who supposedly cared a lot just because he didn’t make me feel the most welcome and safe for my identity. And I knew how to communicate that and hold my ground. I have faith I will be able to do it with Danyal too.

Off late I’ve been thinking a lot about life and it’s meaning and sometimes I think I just want to do what I can and give back. Romantic love and bullshit like that sometimes feel like useless distractions in the process, and so far in my life they’ve taken much more from me than they’ve given. JP asked Ali and me to think about the kind of lifestyles we want before we make any big professional move, and I feel more and more inclined towards a lifestyle with no people who have stake in my life. Not family. Not partner. Eventually when I’m stable, maybe I could just adopt a beautiful baby girl as a single mother and name her Leila.

Sach tou yeh hai kay zindagi me logon say kaafi bus hoti jarahi hai meri. Kuch dost hain jin say baat karkay aur waqt guzaar kar Acha lagta hai. Uskay ilawa koi meri zindagi ya waqt per apna haq samjhay tou Mujhe uljhan hoti hai.

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