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justrainandcoffee · 27 days

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Against all odds (Alfie Solomons x fem!oc) Part 6.

Crossover Peaky Blinders - Hunger Games

Masterlist . Parts: One - Two - Three - Four - Five

Summary: The new tributes from district 9 are here. The last name of one of them are, sadly, familiar to both Alfie and Rose. || Something is starting to change around Panem. Voices louder a soft whisper are around the country, barely audible, but they are there "Rebellion" the voices say. || Rose asks for Alfie's help for the first time. And Nina learns that she's not the only who doesn't want to be there.

Warnings: None here.

Words: 3.1 k || Nina belongs to @peakyswritings and Eva to @evita-shelby

District 9.

All Panem was celebrating the beginning of a new edition of the Hunger Games. Or at least, the Capitol was celebrating. The districts had nothing to celebrate. As usual, the last few days Alfie barely see any kid on the streets, except the youngest ones. Those above 12, were inside with their families.

The day before of the reaping day, he watched on TV how Caesar Flickerman, was interviewing the stylists. And she was there, of course. His wife.

How strange it sounded and how beautiful it was, too. He proposed to her just months ago. Even if she was still married, both of them knew that her marriage was faker than theirs. At least the love between Alfie and Rose was pure. The screen showed the name "Rosebeth Evert." Alfie couldn't help but smile. Rosebeth Evert didn't exist, but Rose Solomons did. His Rosie was real as the sun was.

While he was having dinner, he listened to her. Any other person probably could think she was brainless as many other people involved in the superfluous side meof the games. But she wasn't.

She was wearing a gold brooch with the form of a wheat ear. Alfie couldn't help but smile.

In two days, luckily, he'd be able to see her again. Even if with him were going to be two new tributes. Probably corpses in less than two weeks.

If after 16 years as mentor, no one of his kids survived why this year was going to be different?

When Caesar left Rose and started to interview the one from district 10, Alfie turned the tv off and went to sleep.

He woke up early, it was near 7am when he opened his eyes but he remained in bed a bit more. Outside the warm summer wind was blowing, making the curtains move with it.

Alfie had a dream that he barely remembered now but it was about a girl with dark hair and he felt happiness. A happiness he didn't experience before, but he couldn't say why.

She won the games.

He decided to ignore the dream and by the time he was having breakfast he had forgotten completely about it. Besides, he had duties to fulfill.

The mayor of district 9 was a woman in her 60s. Way before he became mentor, that woman lost her only daughter in the games. That was the day that more than one understood that no one could avoid the horrible fate, not even the richest ones. The girl had her name only four times in the bowl, and yet…

The mayor was a good woman, not very talkative but kind and knew how to play her role. Praising the President and the Capitol, was enough to keep them away from her district. She hated them, but who cared? It was only a couple of minutes once a year.

Despite the time zone, all the reapings were at the same time and there, in district 9, was at midday.

He was already on the stage. Alissa, too. Both of them greeted each other and then he turned his attention to the kids that were arriving.

The scared faces on the youngest ones, hope on those who were already eighteen. That was their last time. Death wasn't inevitable, but at least it wasn't going to be televised for millions of people.

The sun was shining all over the square. The thousands of people were contemplating the event. Alissa welcomed everyone and not longer after, she picked up a paper from the girls names.

"Nina Ferrante!"

His heart dropped when he heard the new name: Ferrante. Another one.

Years ago Vittorio, one of her brothers, was reaped. Alfie remembered well the way the kid died. Probably one of the worst death that his tributes suffered. And he was the youngest for now, too. From the very beginning Alfie and Rose knew that there wasn't any hopes for him. Not when in front of him there was tributes that trained for years for killing kids like him. Alfie did his best and tried to help him, but…

Nina was older than Vittorio. And yet, she was still a kid. Even when she was taller than her brother, she was thin. Any other girl from the powerful districts could weight at least 10 kilogrammes more than her and that was always an advantage.

But not always.

The boy was 15 years old, named Silas Ferguson.

"May the odds be ever in your favour, Nina and Silas!" Alissa said before turning around.

A new reaping day has gone and not even an hour later, the train was already going to the Capitol.

Silas was eating the food that was on the train. But Nina wasn't. Her serious expression barely changed from the moment she was reaped.

"You should eat these meat rolls, Nina!" said Alissa "the best meat from district 10. You're just bones, girl."

"I wonder why," she responded.

"It's okay, Alissa. Leave her, she'll eat when she feels it," Alfie spoke.

"I'm just saying."

Silas was more outgoing so Alissa started to talk to the boy who was willing to know about the Capitol.

Sitting in front of her, Alfie look through the window. The yellow fields of their district were still there.

"I'm sorry," he said.

"Sorry for what?"

"For not being capable of saving your brother. Him and the rest of the tributes I lost, frequently visit my dreams but I'm used to it. I already apologize with your parents but you were just a little kid back then, so I'm apologizing now."

"It's not like you killed him, right?"

"Maybe I'd have done better."

Nina remained in silence for few minutes. She didn't recognise the landscape now. It was still district 9, but the most distant part of it.

"What are my chances of winning?"

"What are you good at, apart from being a grumpy girl?"

"Grumpy girl? Probably it's because I'm about to die. I hate this! I hate that tomorrow night I'm going to be a fucking puppet wearing a stupid dress…"

"Stop right there," Alissa interrupted "say whatever you want but don't talk shit about the dresses because Alfie is Rosebeth biggest fan. She's our stylist."

"What that's mean?" Silas talked this time.

"It means…" started Alissa but Alfie stopped her.

"It means we're in the same boat. At least you don't have to wear a fucking sack of flour like I had to. Rosebeth, probably designed something outstanding for both of you."

Nina snorted, pretty dress or not, every single one of those were celebrating the games even when 23 new kids were about to die.

Two spiders.

That's what Rose bought the last past weeks. Not the ones you could find under a cupboard or in the gardens. High advanced technology in form of spiders. In the black market, of course.

People in the auctions talked easily after a couple of drinks and Rose had learnt to take advantage of them. Some bought abortive pills, others illegal drugs. Guns. Everything you could imagine it'd be yours if you had money to pay and money was the only thing that Lawrence had.

The spiders were like the spying flies were in past centuries, the only difference was the quality. The flies sooner or later caught up the attention of the victims, the spiders remained still in a corner of the wall, undetected and filming everything. Including the ability of decrypt softwares.

Another thing she learnt during the last month was that there was a man in the shadows of the Capitol. His name appeared once and once again: Aberama Gold. She didn't know who he was, but apparently Mr. Gold was a man of honour with a corrupted soul. A man rich enough to live where she was living, but one who decided to live in the darkness. No matter how many times Rose visited the suburbs, never, not even once, she saw him. And yet, his name was there if you listened carefully.

It was raining in the Capitol. She didn't remember another rain during the presentation of the tributes, at least since she was working there.

Rain is a blessing, her mother use to say.

She already had met the new tributes. Silas was quite amicable, but the girl… Rose didn't blame her either. Her life was about to change forever. Call it because she could die or a very hypothetical situation in which she could win.

A lightening crossed the sky and all the windows vibrated. That was a fucking big storm.

Could the games or at least the presentation be suspended? Very unlikely. But the horses could scare and the public looking the parade could be upset. Not to mention the makeup and the wigs ruined by the rain. The whole imaginary situation made her laugh. Fortunately, she was alone.

By the time the parade was to begin, the rain was so intense that they received orders to wait.

Alissa was with the kids under a big umbrella. If Nina was upset before the rain, now she was angry. Alone, far away from her home and forced to be under a ridiculous colourful umbrella.

At least, as far as she let her know, Nina liked the dress. Good, because Rose sewed every single golden sequin using nothing but her hands. Same as the vest Silas was wearing.

"Great job again, Mrs. Solomons."

Rose was trying to hear something new about the parade, when Alfie's voice whispering from behind made her smile. They greeted eachother earlier than day but they didn't have the chance to be alone. As usual the first day was so chaotic that they barely had time to talk.

"You're soaking wet, Al."

"I don't have the privileges of owning an umbrella, luv."

"There are plenty of them there," she said pointing at a table where the Capitol had disposed them for tributes, escorts, mentors and any other involved with the games. "Don't say Mr. Snow doesn't think of you."

"Maybe I want to be sick so you can take care of me."

"Sorry Al, but it won't be possible. I don't have time. Besides, doctors here can cure you after your second sneeze."

"Can I pretend at least?"

Rose couldn't help but laugh "you're an idiot."

"Yeah, I know." Alfie looked around them and when he confirmed that no one was paying attention to them, he leaned in and kissed her. She tried to warn him that anyone can see them, but it was also true that thanks to the rain, everyone seemed distracted. It wasn't a long kiss but enough for them to be reunited during other games. "I love you."

"I love you, too. But we should go with Silas and Nina before the parade. Sooner or later the rain will stop."

"I had the hope it'd be suspended."

"Me too, but…"

If the rain did something was to ruin the mood of several politicians, investors and some mentors and tributes but not the public. As soon as the stars started to shine again and the first chariot started to run, people started to yell victors' names and to clap.

The rain didn't ruin Nina's dress but it gave her the illusion of a golden field covered by dew. And the little silver gems in her hair, simulating the stars, helped with it.

That was the first time, after 11 years, that Rose asked for help. Rumours were too loud to ignore.

A name here. A last name there. A number. A district. Incarcerated people. Murders.

People around Panem were starting to get tired of Snow and his dictatorship. And the Capitol wasn't the exception, especially during the Games.

"Maybe not directly," Rose had said that night while she was in his arms "but I know she knows."

"She lives far away, luv."

"But some people around her, don't. Just an address. The rest is up to me. I waited that long, I can wait a bit more."

"When are you going to tell me what the hell are you doing?"

"When I consider that it's safe, Al."

They were talking about one victor in particular. Alfie knew her, of course. She won the games not longer after him. The long haired mentor from district 10: Eva Smith. One of the few that never judged him and one the very few that could manage to stop Aveline.

Nina was trying to climb the wall, she was good at it but Alfie couldn't help but think that she was being too hard with herself. Later that day, he was planning to talk with Nina, although the past few days Alfie discovered that Nina was, by far, the most stubborn of all the tributes he had. But at the same time, she had a determination he hadn't seen in years. The only one who showed that level of determination was Philip, the boy with only one arm, who was part of the 60th games and was really close to win his games.

Maybe this time…

Alfie rejected the idea. He wasn't naive anymore and he had learnt that having hopes only bring more pain.

Eva's tributes were practicing with knives, when Alfie approached her.

"Your boy seems to be good at it."

"We," she said refering to the people of her district "are to used to handle knives. You know, meat. At the end of the day there's no difference between a cow and another tribute. The difference comes later, in your nightmares. But I'm not going to tell them that. Not yet, at least."

Alfie nodded. He thought the same, if they were going to die, at least they had the right to enter the Arena, believing that the life after the games were good. A fucking lie, but a lie that was hurting no one.

"How's the baby?" he asked changing the subject.

Eva couldn't help but smile "he's fine. He's does nothing but sleep all day."

"Lucky him," Alfie replied. "And I'm glad to hear that."

Some knew that she became mother a year ago. Very few knew who the father of the baby was. And probably no one but the couple knew when and how it happened. But as sure as the sky was blue, Eva was a mother and Laurie was her son.

"I'm very tempted to ask you about your girlfriend, but I saw you two during the presentation the first night. I was standing right after your chariot." Eva chuckled "Honestly, Alfie, if you want to keep your relationship in secret, you're doing an awful job."

"Fucking hell… yeah, well. She's fine. We're fine."

"Good to know," she replied sincerely. Then she saw him in the eye and knew he wanted to say something else, "spit it out, Alfie."

It was then when he lent in and whispered something in her ear. The only thing that Rose really wanted to know:

"Where she can find Aberama Gold."

Eva looked at him and then nodded "I heard that name. But me personally, don't know where the man is. But I know a person who probably knows. Give me few days."

After three days, Nina and Silas finally made their presentation in front of the gamemakers. She scored five and Silas six. It was an average number and Alfie was going to need all his strategies to get them sponsors. Their tv presentation was going that night the next one, after the scores.

'Maybe you can try with these heels," Rose tried to convince Nina. "They aren't that high but they help to show your dress."

"This is a nightmare and it's useless!"

"No, it's not. If you want to survive the arena, you need sponsors. Being strong, fast, clever isn't enough if you don't have water, food or medicine. Infection can kill you in hours. After two days without water is over. After three days without food you can't move anymore. And if you want those sponsors, you need to buy their sympathy."

"I can't! I don't want to! I hate this! This fucking show! Flickeman, the presentation, these stupid heels! I hate everything!!"

"I hate this, too, Nina. And here I am."

"And what do you know about this? You're surrounded by gold and fucking money and you don't know what hung…"

"I don't know what hunger is? Maybe I know a bit about it. Maybe I do know what it feels to be in front of the stage waiting for your name to be picked it up. I wasn't born here. I'm from eight. When I was 18, my name was inside that fucking bowl 185 times. I was lucky, very lucky. And then I started to work here,once again, because I was lucky. I'm here to help, Nina. I'm not Snow. Alfie isn't Snow. Do you know about his nightmares? His trauma? No, you don't. We're not the enemy. Hope you can remember that."

"I'm sorry. I didn't... I didn't know. I'm overwhelmed. I know Alfie isn't the enemy, I know he did his best to help Vittorio and I also know that my brother had any chance. Not with those monsters in from of him."

"Those monsters are also kids forced to kill. They brainwashed their minds but later they can see the truth and the truth is horrible. Just victims, like Alfie, like your brother, like you…" Rose sat in a couch and Nina sat next to her "I remember your brother. It was one of the first years after I started to work here. He was small but fierce. 'I am a Ferrante' he said. It was very hard what happened."

"It destroyed our family. In more ways than one. I don't think it can be repaired."

"That's what Snow wants. He wants to create damage beyond the reparable."

Nina frowned "If you hate him, then why are you working for him?"

"Who says that I'm working for him?" Rose said winking at her. "So, the heels…"

When later, Alfie arrived with Silas already dressed to be in front of Caesar, he found Nina talking with his wife and to his own surprise, she was smiling at her.

Maybe the girl wasn't the person she wanted to show. Or maybe she was, but also was a poor teenager girl about to face the death. Who could blame her?

Rose couldn't stay behind the scenes with Nina, Silas and Alfie, so she went to the place of honour that stylists had. Three minutes per tribute was all the time that they have to show themselves. After exactly 48 minutes, Nina finally showed up.

Her light blue and white dress followed her movements. Rose knew she wasn't a bad kid, but a very unhappy one, and those were valid feelings. Even if Nina couldn't get any sponsors, Rose could help Alfie to get one or two, as always. As long as she was there no tributes of his will be alone.

But Rose got distracted when a little paper fell over her lap, out of the corner of her eye, she could she a thin woman walking away from her. She recognized Tigris.

The paper had an adress on it.

She hid the paper in her own dress and looked at Caesar again, but Nina wasn't there anymore. At least, her presentation and all her anxiety was over.

And finally, she had an address too.

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airbendertendou · 1 year

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best years ♡ kozume kenma + hinata shoyo

soulmate au where on your 18th birthday, two letters show up on your skin, showing the initials of your soulmate. cw ; an abundance of pet-names used , could b ooc , kenma and shoyo are also soulmates

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——♡——

It’s Akaashi that calls you for that weekend’s plans. You wake up Tuesday morning, expecting nothing new ; nothing out of your every day schedule. The call comes during your lunch, your drink half-way to your lips when Keiji! flashes on the screen.

“To what do I owe this pleasure?” A teasing grin is on your lips as you set your drink down. A small laugh echoes from his side of the phone and your grin widens.

“The boys have come up with a plan.” Akaashi replies. He sighs into the receiver and you can see him leaning against his chair so clearly. “They want to get some volleyball players together for a reunion. Ko’s idea, of course. He’s really excited.”

“I can imagine,” you hum. “Why did you call me, then?”

Akaashi lets out a scoff, “you’re invited, obviously.”

“I wasn’t a player, Keiji.”

“No,” he sighs again, “but you were there for every game. You’re an honorary Fukurodani member. Thought you knew that.”

You click your tongue at his flattery. Akaashi pauses and then clears his throat before continuing to speak. “Kenma will be there. And a few out of town players. If that… makes you more interested.”

“You’re horrible!” you whisper into the phone. Biting your bottom lip, you peer around your desk, making sure none of your co-workers are listening in on your conversation. “That was years ago.”

Keiji hums, the sound of his chair squeaking echoes into the receiver — he’s swinging back-and-forth idly, it seems. “So, you’re saying them being there doesn’t influence you in any way?”

You gulp, the two letters on your collarbone burning as your thoughts swirl. You rub them absentmindedly, dazed as high school memories bounce around your mind with the reminder of how it felt to have a crush. How it felt to love freely — to explore the butterflies that trampled in your stomach and to see through the rose-tinted lenses that colored your every move.

But, that was all before your eighteenth birthday ; before your soulmate was revealed.

“If I show up,” you hope Akaashi doesn’t notice how tense your voice sounds now. He doesn’t speak as you pause, allowing you to collect your thoughts. “It’ll be because you asked me. Not anything else.”

His smug grin is audible as he replies, “whatever you say, [name]. I’ll see you then.”

——♡——

Tugging on your outfit of choice, you let out a breath full of nerves as you look over yourself once more. Not a single hair is out of place — all of the accessories you dragged out match perfectly and your shoes are comfortable enough to stand in for a while. A glance at your collarbone reassures you that the powder you smeared across the initials kept it hidden.

One less thing for you to worry about, at least.

A horn honks outside and a grin falls onto your lips as you rush out, hastily throwing your overnight bag in the trunk before falling into the arms that wrap around you. Kuroo grins as he squeezes your waist one last time before opening the door for you. “Been so long, [name]. How did we survive this long?”

You roll your eyes fondly as you click your seatbelt into place. “It’s been, like, three days. We got coffee the other day.”

“So long!” Kuroo whines as he starts his car. In the backseat, Lev is snoozing away on his sister’s shoulder. You send a wave her way, watching as she takes close up, unflattering pictures of Lev’s drooling face. She wiggles her fingers at you excitedly — another hug was coming your way, you knew. “Can’t believe you said yes to ‘Kashi’s invite and not mine.”

“Why would I ever say yes to you?” As the traffic light turns red, Kuroo turns to glare your way. Your giggle harmonizes with Alissa’s easily — the sound takes you back to high school and the games you’d sit at together. “I don’t even get why I’m invited, but whatever.”

Kuroo shrugs, soon pulling into the restaurant’s parking lot. “Think we’re friends and enjoy your company, or somethin’.”

Bokuto is the next one who pulls you into a crushing hug, swaying you side to side as he blubbers about finally seeing you again. You let out a laugh — you’d seen each other a week ago. He was still just as dramatic as Kuroo, it seemed.

A splotch of red catches your attention as more people come to greet you. Hinata Shoyo is at the bar, a grin on his face as he exchanges conversation with the person beside him. He’s just as bright as he’d always been ; just as enticing and pretty as giggles fall from his lips. Your throat suddenly feels dry — was that his soulmate? The one that’s made for him? It had to be ; with the easy conversation and flirtatious touches that were exchanged.

“[Name],” a voice calls from behind you. He’s soft-spoken ; quiet and nonchalant as a hand rests on your shoulder. Kenma tilts his head, blinking slowly as your throat grows dryer. His hair has grown out, meeting his shoulders as it’s pulled back in a loose bun. “It’s nice seeing you.”

“Hey—” your voice cracks. Clearing your throat, you ignore the heat that rises up your neck and turn to face him fully instead. “Keiji said you were coming, but I wasn’t sure if you ‘d changed your mind.”

Kenma hums, his hand falling from your shoulder to squeeze your hand lightly before his touch disappears. He sticks his hands in his pockets, golden gaze drifting across the restaurant restlessly. “Thought it would be… interesting to join.”

A body is slammed into your back within the next second, arms latching onto your torso and squeezing you to them. Kenma grins for a split second before it settles into a small tilt on the right side of his mouth. A nose is nuzzled into your spine, “[name]! I didn’t even see you come in!”

“Hi, Sho,” you breathe. The red head loops around so that he’s holding your front now, his right arm shooting out to gather Kenma into the embrace. “You were— a little preoccupied when I got here.”

The blond across from you smirks at the dip in your voice, scanning your miffed expression and hiding his amusement. You were jealous — clearly — at Hinata and his charms. The red head frowns your way, “really? Still would’ve noticed you, I think.”

“Guess not,” you grin. Your group gathers, sitting at the largest table that was offered. Laughter and endless chatter bounce off of the walls, drinks clinking together whenever someone would decide it’s time to cheers. Misjudging just how much you were drinking, soon the world was swirling and the colors were blending together.

“Careful, sweetheart,” Kenma murmurs into your ear. You finish chugging the drink in your hand, beating Atsumu at a drinking contest. “Should start slowing down, hm?”

You shake your head, scrunching your nose, “‘m fine! All good here!”

Hinata chuckles, taking a sip of his own drink as he exchanges a look with the gamer as you gossip with Bokuto. The drinks have officially settled into your system now, blurring the world around you and muting any background noises. Heavy eyes blink at Bokuto as he continues to speak, leaning on the palm of your right hand. Hinata is to your left, finishing up his own drink — the alcohol hadn’t hit him yet [it probably wouldn’t ever] — Kenma sipping on his water to your right.

“Time to head home.” Akaashi calls quietly. He and Kuroo are the other two who are sober, fondly smiling at the rest of you. He taps Bokuto on the shoulder gently, receiving a whine in response. “We’ve rented a house for everyone for the weekend. Figured this would happen.”

Everyone stands up, some leaving to their own homes while the rest follow behind Akaashi diligently. Kenma waits by the door as Shoyo wakes you up, helping you stand. He smiles tenderly at the sleepy pout on your lips, “c’mon, pretty. Time to go.”

“We’ll walk back,” Kenma speaks. His hands are in his pockets again, hair tucked behind his ear as he smiles at the way you’re leaning on Hinata. “Isn’t too far. If you both don’t mind?”

The sky is clear as you walk, a small breeze drifting through the street. The weather is chilly, but warm enough that you aren’t shivering and your teeth aren’t chattering. You grab Shoyo’s hand, lacing your fingers through Kenma’s right after as you start to hum.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine,” you slur out. Swinging your entwined hands, you raise your head so that you’re facing the sky. Kenma shares a grin with the red-head as you continue the children’s song. “Please don’t take my sunshine away.”

“Only hiccuped once, angel.” Shoyo tugs on your hand. You grin his way, eyes closing with how wide you smile. He looks to Kenma, “time for bed for this one, I think.”

Kenma nods fondly as you race to the house that’s come into view, hopping onto a still-drunk Bokuto. He cheers joyfully as the two of you babble — your words have stopped slurring, but you’re still not making much sense. The gamer sighs, “not much has changed, huh?”

Shoyo grins, “not much at all.”

You’re sharing a room with Kenma. Which is completely fine — it’s roomy enough for both of you to be comfortable. But, you still gulp at the thought of him being so close — all night. Hinata is in the room across from yours with Atsumu, the latter already snoring as you bid Shoyo goodnight.

An oversized, older Fukurodani shirt is thrown over your torso, sleep shorts snug underneath as you brush your teeth. Now that the alcohol’s haze is gone, you feel sleepy ; lucid as you get ready for bed.

Kenma is playing with his gaming console when you enter, glancing at you briefly with a smile before looking back down at his game. You nod in agreement — decorating a house or two sounded so fun right now.

But the silence surrounding the both of you wasn’t comfortable. It was tense — eerie — as shy glances were exchanged. You cleared your throat once, then again as Kenma made no move. You pursed your lips, getting a stupid, bad idea, but going with it anyways.

“Kozume.”

You’re on your back within the next second, blond hair blocking your face from anything else. Kenma is hovering above you, hands on either side of your head.

“Wanna try that again?”

Before you know it, shy giggles are peeling from your lips as your cheeks heat up drastically. The drinks you’d had earlier had melted away — no longer settled in your stomach — but some of the effects still lingered.

“Kenma,” you coo out. He grins at this, peering down at you with a visible flush. You want to curl your arms around his neck ; ache to bring him close enough to taste. You bite your lip instead, “why are you so quiet?”

“I’m always quiet, sweetheart.” You heave in a breath at the pet-name, grin splitting your face into two. Kenma tilts his head, “jus’ thinking of some things.”

“Like what?” As you shuffle, your shirt slips over your shoulder. Your tattoo was now bare for him to see — bare from the powder you’d applied and free for him to look over. It seems to knock the both of you out of your pink bubble, the reminder of soulmates. Kenma scoots onto his knees, eyes on the floor as he grabs his game once more. You frown, fixing your shirt as you sit up. “Um— what are you playing?”

“Unnamed Animal Game.”

“Oh!” you perked up immediately, scooting closer so that you could peer over his shoulder. “I was just about to play that, too.”

Kenma is the one watching over your shoulder now, watching as you chose to design houses instead of play normally. He lets out a snort, “your island is worse than Shoyo’s and he hasn’t been playing as long.”

Sitting up straight, your eyes widen at Kenma’s words. “Shoyo plays this? And hasn’t added me?!”

You frown, fighting with your blankets to stomp your way to Hinata’s room. Atsumu is still snoring when you creak the door open, the light from Hinata’s phone glowing on his cheeks. He looks up at you and grins, rushing to you quietly as you gesture him your way. Shoyo closes the door behind him, gathering you in his arms before pushing you back to your room gently. “What are we doing? Sleepover? This is so fun!”

“He didn’t bring it with him,” Kenma speaks up, eyes on his game once more. He glances up at both of you with a half-smile, “can’t play with him now.”

“Shoyo!” your voice teeters on the edge of becoming whiny, going up an octave as you flop onto the bed beside Kenma. “You haven’t added me on Unnamed Animal Game? Thought we were closer than that.” To add a dramatic flare, you let out a little sniffle.

Hinata falls onto the bed beside you, pulling you to his chest and giving you a nice squeeze. He’s warm — comforting in every sense of the word as he allows you to settle against him. “Of course we’re close. Maybe not as we were, but…”

A part of you feels bad, knowing you’d just been joking. But, Shoyo’s voice is solemn now, matching the frown Kenma isn’t trying to hide. You look up from his chest, eyes bouncing between the both of them before settling on Kenma’s hands. He’s holding one of Hinata’s, his console long forgotten as he reaches to hold your hand, too. “We can be like that again, you know. People drift and come back all the time.”

“It was right when we got our names, huh?”

You freeze at Kenma’s observation, clutching his hand tighter before letting out a breath and relaxing. Hinata’s thumb rubs against your hip as you sink further into his chest. The blond smiles at you both before speaking again, ”A soulmate shouldn’t keep us from being friends.”

“Or two.” Shoyo says it casually, but you can feel your heart speed up at the implication. He squeezes you once more, his hand tugging Kenma closer. “I— think I have two soulmates. Always have.”

Your collarbone tingles ; burns as Kenma lays behind you now. Hinata’s right arm is draped around your waist, still clinging to the gamer’s hand. Kenma has let go of your hand in order to snuggle against the back of your neck, drawing you closer with Shoyo’s grip. The blond sighs, “N and S. Those are my letters — that’s my name.”

“K and N,” Shoyo is bouncing his leg now. He taps your hip, “And I’d bet yours is S and K, hm?”

“This is real?” You breathe out. Kenma pulls you closer as Hinata’s hold grows tighter. “We’re soulmates?” A break of silence and then — “how can we be so sure?”

“I think we’ve always known. Unconsciously.” Kenma nods slowly, reassuring himself of what he was saying. “Since we met.”

“But, we can talk more in the morning,” Hinata pulls the comforter over the three of you. You snuggle deeper into his chest as Kenma nuzzles his nose further into your hair. Placing a kiss on your cheek, then leaning over to give the blond one as well, he lets out a content sigh. “I’m pretty sure we’re right, though. Destined, as they say.”

Kenma lets out a chuckle that vibrates all the way down your spine. “Tomorrow, Sho. Sleep now.”

You click your tongue, ready to argue even though your eyes have slid shut. “What do you know about sleeping early?”

Hinata lets out a giggle before settling down. “Shh! Goodnight now, my loves!”

——♡—— this got sm longer than i expected it to?? but we're halfway done i think! airbendertendou © do not copy, plagiarize, repost, or translate my content on any platform. if you see my content under any other name than my own, let me know. i only have this tumblr and an ao3 account under the same name.

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Cory Doctorow reviews “Bootstrapped: Liberating Ourselves from the American Dream,” a book by Alissa Quart.

Quart addresses “the meritocratic delusion of the ‘self-made man,’ Doctrow says. He adds: “America is not a bootstrap-friendly land. If you have money in America, chances are very good you inherited it.”

… as Abigail Disney has described, in a rare glimpse behind the scenes of American oligarchs’ “family offices,” American wealth is now dynastic, perpetuating itself and growing thanks to a whole Versailles’ worth of courtiers: money managers, lawyers, and overpaid babysitters who can keep even the most Habsburg jawed nepobaby in turnip-sized million-dollar watches and performance automobiles and organ replacements for their whole, interminable lives:

<pluralistic.net/2021/06/1…>

But it’s not just that the America rich stay rich — it’s that the American poor stay poor. … If you change classes in America, chances are you’re a middle class person becoming poor, thanks to medical costs or another of the American debt-traps; or you’re a poor person who is becoming a homeless person thanks to America’s world-beating eviction mills:

<evictionlab.org>

As a factual matter, America just isn’t the land of bootstraps; it’s a land of hereditary aristocrats. Sustaining the American narrative of meritocracy requires a whole culture industry, novels and later movies that constitute a kind of state religion for Americans — and like all religious tales, the American faith tradition is riddled with gaps and contradictions.

Horatio Alger is remembered as the 19th century author of many stories about “street urchins” who raised themselves from poverty to wealth and power. In reality, “19th century American street kids overwhelmingly lived and died in stagnant, grinding poverty.” And Alger’s stories weren’t about self-made men; “the young boys befriend powerful, older men who use their power and wealth to lift those boys up.”

Also:

Alger was a pedophile who lost his position as a minister after raping adolescent boys.

Laura Ingalls Wilder’s “Little House on the Prairie” books “recounted her family’s ‘pioneer’ past as a triumph of self-reliance and gumption, glossing easily over the vast state subsidies that the Ingalls family relied on, from the military who stole Indigenous land, to the largesse that donated that stolen land to the Ingallses, to the farm subsidies that kept the Ingalls afloat.”

Wilder collaborated with her daughter, Rose Wilder Lane,

… who used the Little House royalties to fight the New Deal, and, later, to create a school for oligarchs, the “Freedom School,” whose graduates include Charles and David Koch:

<www.politico.com/magazine/…>

All this mythmaking convinces the vast majority of Americans that if they’re struggling, that’s their problem, and they should not “seek redress through mass political movements and unions.” And the myth keep rich people from listening to their consciences.

Quart makes a case that American progress depends on breaking free of this myth, through co-operative movements, trade unions, mutual aid networks and small acts of person-to-person kindness. For her, the pandemic’s proof of our entwined destiny, at a cellular level, and its demonstration of whose work is truly “essential,” proves that our future is interdependent.

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Alissa Quart's 'Bootstrapped: Liberating Ourselves from the American Dream'

Steinbeck never said that Americans see themselves as “temporarily embarrassed millionaires,” but that misquotation is so pervasive because it captures something vital about one version of the American Dream, the idea that anyone can make it in America by pulling themselves up by their bootstraps, which means that if you haven’t made it, it’s because of some defect within you, and not because of a rigged system:

https://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/John_Steinbeck#Disputed

If you’d like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here’s a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/04/10/declaration-of-interdependence/#solidarity-forever

In Bootstrapped: Liberating Ourselves from the American Dream, Alissa Quart — director of the Economic Hardship Reporting Project — addresses the meritocratic delusion of the “self-made man,” the story that, in America, the rich are good, and therefore the good are rich, and therefore the dwindling slice of the pie shared among everyone else is no more than they deserve:

https://www.harpercollins.com/products/bootstrapped-alissa-quart?variant=40517189599266

Quart’s book braids together four strands: a factual account of the reality of social mobility in America; a kind of psychoanalysis of what the myth of being self-made does to your mind; a power analysis of how the self-made brainworm benefits the rich and powerful, and a program for breaking free of the stultifying grip of a belief in the self-made.

Start with the factual: America is not a bootstrap-friendly land. If you have money in America, chances very good are you inherited it. Gone is the culture of “shirtsleeves to shirtsleeves in three generations,” where “the first generation makes it, the second generation spends it, and the third generation loses it.”

Instead — as Abigail Disney has described, in a rare glimpse behind the scenes of American oligarchs’ “family offices,” American wealth is now dynastic*, perpetuating itself and growing thanks to a whole Versailles’ worth of courtiers: money managers, lawyers, and overpaid babysitters who can keep even the most Habsburg jawed nepobaby in turnip-sized million-dollar watches and performance automobiles and organ replacements for their whole, interminable lives:

https://pluralistic.net/2021/06/19/dynastic-wealth/#caste

But it’s not just that the America rich stay rich — it’s that the American poor stay poor. America is a world-trailing loser in the international social mobility league-table. If you change classes in America, chances are you’re a middle class person becoming poor, thanks to medical costs or another of the American debt-traps; or you’re a poor person who is becoming a homeless person thanks to America’s world-beating eviction mills:

https://evictionlab.org/

Take Horatio Alger, the 19th century American writer whose name is synonymous with rags-to-riches thanks to the enormous volume of stories he wrote about young, male “street urchins” rising to positions of power. There are many problems with Alger’s work and our conception of it. For starters, 19th century American street kids overwhelmingly lived and died in stagnant, grinding poverty. Nineteenth century America was not a country of ex-homeless kids who rose to positions of wealth and prominence.

But even more: Alger didn’t even write self-made man stories. The Alger formula is not a boy who rises above his station through hard work — rather, the Alger stories are universally tales in which young boys befriend powerful, older men who use their power and wealth to lift those boys up. An Alger hero is never self-made.

Even more disturbing: Alger was a pedophile who lost his position as a minister after raping adolescent boys. He was only spared prison when his father — a powerful religious figure — intervened, promising the young Alger’s furious parishoners that Horatio would leave the clergy — which Horatio Alger did, turning instead to writing. Quart notes ominously that Alger went on to adopt two young boys.

That the cult of self-reliance elevated a pedophile who wrote endlessly about how the way for poor boys to get ahead was to move in with older, richer men to legendary status is just…amazing. I mean, I know “every accusation is a confession,” but the fact that the groomer panic set are also giant Alger stans is…wild.

Not all of the self-reliance mythmakers were sexual predators, but they were all liars. Laura Ingalls Wilder’s incredibly popular Little House on the Prairie books recounted her family’s “pioneer” past as a triumph of self-reliance and gumption, glossing easily over the vast state subsidies that the Ingalls family relied on, from the military who stole Indigenous land, to the largesse that donated that stolen land to the Ingallses, to the farm subsidies that kept the Ingalls afloat.

Ingalls Wilder wasn’t just a mythmaker. She was a close literary and political collaborator with her daughter, the far-right ideologue Rose Wilder Lane, who used the Little House royalties to fight the New Deal, and, later, to create a school for oligarchs, the “Freedom School,” whose graduates include Charles and David Koch:

https://www.politico.com/magazine/story/2016/09/little-house-on-the-prairie-conservatism-214237/

Of course, no discussion of American pro-selfishness mythmaking would be complete without a mention of Ayn Rand, whose ideology and apologists Quart dissects with expert precision, including the absurd take that Rand’s reliance on government handouts was “ideologically consistent” because Rand was just taking back the money the government had illegitimately taxed away from her.

For Quart, all this mythmaking serves two purposes: first, it helps convince the vast majority of Americans — who work longer hours, earn less, and owe more for schooling, rent and education than their peers abroad — that any problems they face are their own, representative of an individual failing and not a systemic problem for which they should seek redress through mass political movements and unions. So long as America is a land of the self-made, then anything you can’t do on your own is your own damn fault for not making enough of yourself. Are you worried about climate change? Well, what are you doing about it? Recycle harder!

https://thenib.com/mister-gotcha/

The self-made myth serves America’s oligarchs by befuddling people who might otherwise busy themselves building guillotines on the lawns of the nation’s mansions. But the rich depend on the myth for more than safety from others’ wrath — the myth also protects rich people from themselves, from their consciences that might otherwise recoil from the moral injury of having so much when others have to little. The myth lets the richest man on Earth ascend in a penis-shaped rocket, return, thank “every Amazon employee,” adding “you guys paid for all of this,” even as his warehouses maim those workers at twice the rate of his competitors’ facilities:

https://www.cnbc.com/2022/04/12/study-amazon-workers-suffer-serious-injuries-at-twice-rate-of-rivals.html

Mutualism produces benefits in the here and now — it’s how we get a larger share of the profit generated by our work; how we secure education, health and housing; how we rescue one another from life’s exigencies and the attacks of our social betters. But the money, power, space and peace that we get from looking after one another has another benefit: freeing us up to demand more change, more equality, more democratic accountability.

Quart’s case-studies of organizers and rank-and-file in different movements are prescriptions for systemic changes, while her urgent case for reframing how we think of ourselves and our society present an individual-scale project for all of us.

I read Boostrapped in the audiobook edition with expert narration by Beth Hicks. I got my DRM-free copy on libro.fm, which I loaded into my waterproof MP3 player for my daily physiotherapy laps in the pool, and, as is the case with the best books, Quart’s words and Hicks’ reading made the time fly by:

https://libro.fm/audiobooks/9780063028043-bootstrapped

There’s only one week left in the Kickstarter campaign for the audiobook of my next novel, a post-cyberpunk anti-finance finance thriller about Silicon Valley scams called Red Team Blues. Amazon’s Audible refuses to carry my audiobooks because they’re DRM free, but crowdfunding makes them possible.

[Image ID: The Harpercollins cover for Alissa Quart's 'Bootstrapped: Liberating Ourselves from the American Dream]

#pluralistic #books #alissa quart #reviews #gift guide #interdependence #mind palace #mutual aid #meritocratic delusion

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#myranda gibson #alissa rose #photography #cute #pretty #lovely #gorgeous #beauty #beauties #model

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Once Upon A Time OC Masterlist

Name: Alissa Thorn

Story: Dear Reader

Enchanted Forest: Priscilla Page ( Fables )

Face claim: Kathryn Newton

Name: Angel Dearly

Story: Long Live

Enchanted Forest: Anita Dumas / Anita Radcliffe

Face claim: Ellie Bamber

Love Interest: Roman Taylor | Roger Radclfife ( @the-witching-ash )

Summary:

Angel Dearly wouldn’t say that she was unhappy with her life, but she was bored. Instead of being a famous fashion designer in New York or Paris, she was a waitress in Storybooke, still living with her grandmother. There were some good moments, of course: walking Perdita, baking pies, talking to the sweet music teacher who visited Granny’s every day when he finished work, but every day felt the same, and Angel spent her life feeling like something was missing, yearning for something more. And then Emma Swan comes to town one day, and the life that Angel Dearly was so used to would never be the same again.

Name: Angel Dearly

Story: Folklore

Enchanted Forest: Anita Radcliffe

Face claim: Ellie Bamber

Love Interest: Graham Humbert

Angel Dearly wouldn’t say that she was unhappy with her life, but she was bored. Instead of being a famous fashion designer in New York or Paris, she was a waitress in Storybooke, still living with her grandmother. There were some good moments, of course: walking Perdita, baking pies, talking to the Sheriff when he came for his morning coffee, but every day felt the same, and Angel spent her life feeling like something was missing, yearning for something more. And then Emma Swan comes to town one day, and the life that Angel Dearly was so used to would never be the same again.

Name: Bradley Cushing

Story: The Game Afoot

Enchanted Forest: Sherlock Holmes

Face claim: Freddy Carter

Name: Calleigh Sheridan

Story: Overture

Enchanted Forest: Clara Stahlbaum ( The Nutcracker )

Face claim: Elle Fanning

Love Interest: Killian Jones or Jefferson

Name: Carmilla Rossmore

Story: Love Eternal

Enchanted Forest: Lucy Westenra

Face claim: Meg Donnelly

Love Interest: Libby Kocsis & Will Hopkins

Name: Corrina Mills

Story: Rite Of Spring

Enchanted Forest: Persephone

Face claim: Ana De Armas

Love Interest: probable Graham Humbert

Name: Dove Thorn

Story: Dear Reader

Enchanted Forest: Robin Page ( Fables )

Face claim: Natalie Alyn Lind

Name: Eilwony

Story: Rabbit Heart

Enchanted Forest: Eilwony

Face claim: Sabrina Carpenter

Name: Emmanuel Roberts

Story: I’m Still Here

Enchanted Forest: Jim Hawkins

Face claim: Brenton Thwaites

Name: Eve Dearly

Story: White Horse

Enchanted Forest: N/A

Face claim: Mackenzie Foy

Name: Evelyn Thorn

Story: Dear Reader

Enchanted Forest: Hillary Page ( Fables )

Face claim: Florence Pugh

Name: Gabriel Whittaker

Story: Folklore

Enchanted Forest: Klaus White

Face claim: Nicholas Galitzine

Love Interest: Lavender Dunbar | Cailin Keane

Name: Lavender Dunbar

Story: Folklore

Enchanted Forest: Cailin Keane

Face claim: Lily James

Love Interest: Gabriel Whittaker | Klaus White

Name: Libby Kocsis

Story: Love Eternal

Enchanted Forest: Mina Harker

Face claim: Zoey Deutch

Love Interest: Carmilla Rossmore & Will Hopkins

Name: Lila Altomare

Story: Once Upon A December

Enchanted Forest: Anastasia

Face claim: Abigail Cowen

Name: Livana Gold

Story: The Devil’s Toll

Enchanted Forest: Amaris Pan

Face claim: Danielle Rose Russell

Name: Moira Dearly / Moira Diggory

Story: Folklore

Enchanted Forest: Jane Darling

Face claim: Hannah Dodd

Name: Mirella Gold

Story: Once Upon A Song

Enchanted Forest: Christine Daae

Face claim: Holliday Grainger

Love Interest: probable Graham Humbert

Name: Nieva

Story: Eatnamen Vuelie

Enchanted Forest: N/A

Face claim: Freya Allan

Name: Odelia Kowroski

Story: Castles Crumbling

Enchanted Forest: Odette Reisinger ( Swan Lake )

Face claim: Lily Collins

Love Interest: Killian Jones or Jefferson

Name: Paige Thorn

Story: Dear Reader

Enchanted Forest: Prose Page ( Fables )

Face claim: Amanda Seyfried

Name: Pearl Gale

Story: Once In A Lullaby

Enchanted Forest: Iridiana Baum / Polychrome

Face claim: Rachel Zegler

Name: Samuel Findlay

Story: Summer's End

Enchanted Forest: Tom Sawyer

Face claim: Thomas Brodie Sangster

Name: Sadie "Sugar" Monroe

Story: Sweet Nothing

Enchanted Forest: Charlotte LaBouff

Face claim: Margot Robbie

Love Interest: David Nolan or Graham Humbert

Name: Veronica Bacall

Story: Hoax

Enchanted Forest: Jessica Rabbit

Face claim: Dove Cameron

Name: Will Hopkins

Story: Love Eternal

Enchanted Forest: Jonathan Harker & Abraham Van Helsing

Face claim: Joe Keery

Love Interest: Carmilla Rossmore & Libby Kocsis

#ocappreciation #fyeahonceuponatimeocs #ouat oc #masterlist #randomestfandoms construction

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✨Stardew Valley Mods List✨

I decide to make a list just in case i lost everything for some reason <<

Bigs mods

Stardew Valley Expanded

Ridgeside Village

East Scarp

Downtown Zuzu

Walk to the Desert - Redux

DeepWoods

Sundrop City (i didnt install it, i'm just keeping and eye on this one for now)

NPCs Mods

Lucikiel - Stardew Valley Expanded (SVE) Compatibility

Lavril - East Scarp NPC

Lunna - Astray in Stardew Valley

Always Raining in the Valley - Custom NPCs for East Scarp

Alecto the Witch

Defense Division + Defense Division - English

Juliet and Jessie the Joja Clerks

Mateo for NPC Adventures (STABLE)

Ornithologist's Guild + Ornithologist's Guild SVE and RSV Biomes Fix

Creative Differences - Rodney a new NPC for East Scarp

Yri the Architect - New Custom NPC's for East Scarp

Adventurer's Guild Expanded

Soli - New Skeleton NPC

Crops Mods

PPJA (most of them, or all of them)

Wild Food - A Forage Expansion Mod

Wildflour's Specialty Ales and Meads

Wildflour's Pixie Forage

Wild Food - Forage for Crops Add On

Wildflour's Specialty Jams and Jellies

Slime Produce (not crops but eh, saving this here)

Atelier Wildflour Floral Goods Pack

Tap Giant Crops

Quaint Living - Flower Garden

Floral Essences by Wickedy

The Corrupted Garden

Witch Garden Roses

Balanced Valley

Better Mixed Seeds

Mixed Seeds from Forage

(AT) Asters Walls and Floors Megapack

Golden Crops

Magic Tree Roots (Json Assets)

(SOJA) Ancient Crops

Bonster's Rare Crops and Oddi-trees

Mushroom Propagator - Grow More Mushrooms

Spoopy Valley

Farm maps

Alvadea's Farm Maps - Goldrush

Waterfall Forest Farms (WaFF and WaFFLE)

Texture mods

Random Lost Library Book Covers

StarAmy's Ginger Island Farmhouse

(BAGI) Honey and Mead Icons for Trees - Cometkins' Style (Placeholder)

DaisyNiko's Earthy Recolour

Simple Foliage

Ridgeside's Foliage - Fruit Trees

Pretty Wallpaper

(AT) Asters Walls and Floors Megapack

IdaIda's Wallpapers and Floors (CP and AT)

Skell's Flowery Weapons

Skell's Flowery Tools

Vanilla Tweaks

PC's Kawaii Truffle Foxes

Horse to Broomstick

Mara's Vintage Candle and Magical Vials

Wallet Items Retexture

MSaturn Floaties - Alternative Textures for Crab Pots

Medieval buildings

Messy Crops

Antique TV Sets for Alternative Textures

Better Artisan Good Icons for Magical Crops

Cuter Chests

Better Artisan Good Icons

Furniture

Magical Witchy Kitchen and Furniture Pack

Animated Orbs

StarAmy's Wild Greenhouse Furniture for DGA

Lune's Offerings

Adorable Cottage Bathroom and furniture

(DGA) Blacksmith Furniture

(DGA) RoseDryad's Fairydew Decorations

Cuality of life mods

Horse Flute Anywhere

Immersive Sprinklers

Weapons Ignore Grass

Better Ranching

Wear More Rings ....?

Garden Pot - Automate

Almanac

Skull Cavern Elevator

Fishing Made Easy Suite (Content Patcher)

Fishing Made Easy Suite - SVE Edition

Fishing Made Easy Suite - RSV Expansion

Catalogues are Cheap

Harvest Seeds ???

Perfection Tweaker (This is a MUST)

Pet Bowl Filler

Farm Animal Choices

Horse Squeeze

Automatic Gates

PFMAutomate

Produce to Sapling (all of them)

Better Quality Increased Seeds (all of them too)

Friends Forever (for sanity at this point)

extras for NPCs

Ysabelle's Closet - Seasonal Outfits

Unofficial Ridgeside Village Seasonal Outfits - Alissa

Canon-Friendly Dialogue Expansion

Hugs and Kisses

Ridgeside Rival Hearts - Sam and Alissa

Ridgeside Rival Hearts - Jeric and Alex

Events Expansion

Krobus Festival Events Plus

Romanced NPCs in CC Ceremony RSV

Snack Time

Life Cycle - Rival Heart Events

Lavril - NPC Adventures

Ridgeside Village - NPC Adventures Addon

Robin Work Hours

More Krobus

Lucikiel for Mobile Phone

Spouses React to Player 'Death'

Fashion Sense

YES

ALL OF THEM

ALL THE FASHION

FS - Fairy Wings

Swimsuit Selections

Spill The Tea (Farmer Drinking Sprites) (not fashion but still)

Expressive Elf Ears

Cosmetic Rings

....Others???

MARGO -- Modular Gameplay Overhaul

Skill Rings

Spouses in Ginger Island

Crop Transplant Mod

Trinkets to Treasures

Ridgeside Village Achievements

Gender Neutrality Mod

Noclip Mode

Lookup Anything

TimeSpeed (i have this exclusively for jio, why do you leave the farmhouse so early ;-;)

Better Winter Star Gifts

Lnh's New Greenhouse

Lnh's New Slime Hutch

CP No drunk char during events

Skill Rings REMIX Feat. Paint.net (Radio ver.)

Mobile Phone

Stardrop Flower

Platonic Partners and Friendships

Ridgeside Village for Mobile Phone

Pet Snail

Happy Birthday

SF - Cave of Memories

SF - Mystical Buildings

Stardew and Chill

Challenging Community Center Bundles

MinecartPatcher

Boss Creatures

Increased Fish Tank Capacity

Void Ghost Pendant without Void Essence

Expanded Shop Inventories

Arcane Table Mod

Infinite Zoom

Tell Everyone (Town Gossip)

Ostrich Mayo and Golden Mayo

No Fence Decay

#dear god #feel free to ignore this #i'm sure i need to add a lot more #but <<'#also i need to edit this so it looks more decent #but that is work for future me #stardew mods

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The ABCs of Nick Vaughn ~ "R"

Pairing: Reader x Nick Vaughn (Before We Go)

Summary: Children its time to learn your ABCs. And Nick Vaughn is here to teach you the lessons. 26 glimpses in the world of you and Nick Vaughn

Warnings: S-M-U-T!!!! (under 18 please leave the chat!) descriptions of sexual activity including some themes of BDSM, loss of virginity, fluffy bits, pet name etc...

The new upload will probably be Sundays and Thursdays. Have fun kittens! Also, the tag list is open!

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site, even if you give me credit. DO NOT REPOST MY FICS. Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Previous: Q - Quicky

ABC Masterlist - Main Masterlist

R - Romance

Work had been difficult the last few weeks. That big case involving Levinson had finally gone to the arbitration phase and it looked like it would go in your favor. Nick knew you had been stressed, working long hours and basically wanted a break from everything.

A package arrived at your office on Friday. “A delivery, Ms. YLN,” your assistant said.

“Who’s it from?”

She read the label. “From NV. Not sure who that is.”

You smiled softly. NV, Nick Vaughn “Thank you Alissa. You can go for the day.”

“Thank you, Ms. YLN.” She put the box on your desk and left.

You went too open the box. On top was a note from Nick.

My darling YN, I’m so proud of all the work you done. You deserve a night out. I hope these fit. I love you, Nicky.

You pulled the tissue away to see an amazing green lace dress. “Oh Nicky,” you whispered as you pulled it out. Next to them were some matching green heels. And another note.

Dinner is at 7.

You squealed a little and looked at your watch. It was 530 so plenty of time. You grabbed your makeup bag and headed to the bathroom. After touching up, you put on the dress and heels. As you grabbed your purse, a call came in from security. “Yes?”

There is a car here for you ma’am.

“Ok thank you.” Really Nick, a car service. You shook your head, but the smile never left. You made it to the lobby and the doorman held the door for you as you climbed in. And waiting for you was champagne and two dozen roses. What the hell? You smelled the roses, smiling at the subtle scent and took the glass of champagne that was poured for you.

As you made your way to wherever Nick had planned, you reflected on your time with him. He had been on edge since that time with the train girl, Brooke, when you had met him. He had been playing at a club where you had sat down, waiting for a blind date. A date that never showed. He saw you sitting, looking more and more deflated as time went by. When the group had a break, he headed over and asked if you were ok. He had been sweet, just a guy noticing a girl.

He asked you to stay that night until he was done so he could walk you home. And before you knew it, it was morning. You had breakfast together, the conversation flowing. He walked you home and gave you a kiss on the cheek.

You had texted and talked for another six weeks before your next official date. That had been three years ago, and you were thankful for being stood up because otherwise, you wouldn’t have Nick.

Arriving at your destination, you looked up to see that you were your favorite restaurant in New York. What was he up to? You made your way to the hostess. “Uh... Table for Vaughn?”

“Yes ma’am, right this way.” She led you down to the back of the restaurant to a private dining room. That was filled with candles and flowers. And Nick, in a suit, is waiting for you.

“Nicky,” you gasped, looking around. That romantic bastard had pulled off the most romantic surprise.

“Hey beautiful.” He came over to place a sweet kiss. He ran his hands over your arms, causing goosebumps, the sensation of warmth spreading. “I wanted to celebrate how amazing you are.”

“You didn’t have to do all of this,” waving your arm about.

“I wanted to, love.” He pulled out a chair and got you seated. A waiter came in and poured you each a glass of champagne. As you toast, you notice something about Nick demeanor.

“Nick, what’s going on? You seem... anxious, or excited.”

“A little of both. I Have an idea.” His eyes turn mischievous. He pulled out a gift-wrapped box.

He slid the box to you. You opened it and saw a pair of panties.

Nick grinned as he held up a remote.

“Do you want to play a game?”

Continued in “S”

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vaughnbodyarts · 3 months

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This stunning ear belongs to our awesome client Alissa.

Vaughn pierced her conch in April of 2023 and we recently changed her jewelry out to this incredible Rose Gold Crown with a Zawadi Sapphire from BVLA.

We can't stop staring at how perfectly this piece fits inside their ear. Thank you so much Alissa!

Photo taken by our wonderful jewelry specialist Carter.

@vaughnbodyarts Monterey, CA

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“Alissa the checkout Girl” .. ending

Alissa’s free hand wrapped around my leg allowing her to support her body as she took me deep into her mouth. She worked her head up and down my length until I slipped into her throat and for a moment her lips met my pubic bone before she slid back down releasing my hardness from her mouth, saliva escaping from the corners. Alissa coughed a little but quickly regained her breath and stroked my hard on. It felt harder than iron to me and her strokes stiffened and swelled it further. Not willing to wait anymore I pulled my prick free and sprang onto the bed next to her where I spun around and covered her body with mine, my legs slipping between hers. My cock was bobbing in the air when she took it and guided it to the gap between her lips. My head forced its way between her soft petals, opening the flower with care. I slowly sank on top of her with my body being supported by my elbows. My hand brushed her short, bleached platinum hair as it worked its way to her shoulder where it rested. My body continued to press into hers causing my cock to fill Alissa’s kitty to its limit. She lifted her legs in the air when I began to bring my hips back sliding my prick out of her before pushing it back in her. I fastened my hungry lips to hers while I rotated my hips in a circular motion as I was deep in her. Her eyes shut tight as we kissed while grinding our hips together. When we broke the kiss, I arched my back enough to fasten my lips to her pink nipple while my hand fondled her breast. I started a slow steady pounding of her treasure, going as deep as she could take with each thrust. My thickness worked in and out of her tight pinkness causing her to stretch to accommodate its girth. She held her legs in place with her hands as I increased the tempo of our lovemaking. While steadily thrusting myself in her I positioned my hands against her breasts and took each nipple between thumb and forefinger and squeezed. She moaned in response which made me continue playing with her erect little nipples until I felt my balls tightening up. Knowing I was about to cum I pushed my cock all the way in her and again tasted her warm lips. With a grunt I flooded her insides with my hot sperm. My hips continued their movement but at a much slower pace until I stopped after totally discharging my load in her. First, I kissed her face all over, from light kisses on her eyelids to her cheeks and again on her sweet mouth. She brought her legs down and wrapped her feet around my calves. We stayed like that, motionless, as I shrank within her, our faces pressed together for what seemed like hours until I rolled us over. My now soft cock slipped from her as I positioned myself on my back and drew Alissa next to me. Her head rested on my chiseled chest and her arm draped across my body. Softly I kissed the top of her head as she snuggled against my satisfied body. I’m not sure how long we lay together in bliss like that but sometimes she shifted slightly, and her movement triggered a renewed desire in me. The blood began to flow to my manhood again and as it rose like a phoenix Alissa noticed this and reacted with a squeal of delight. Her hand grabbed my growing erection as she moved her body into a kneeling position. She leaned in and kissed me as she also pumped my shaft with her hand until I reached my full size. Without missing a stroke, she somehow moved her leg over my body while maintaining the kiss. Finally, she guided my head to her wet lips and sank down on me as she broke our kiss. Again, my shaft was enveloped in her sweet pussy, and I thrust up further into her garden of earthly delight making Alissa gasp. “Relax Ed and let me do the work” she said as she began to ride me slowly. Alissa rested her palms against my chest as her pelvis worked up and down my length. It was quite enjoyable in this position as my hands were free to roam the totality of her body as her tight tunnel pressed against my man flesh. For a while my hands kneaded her big ass as she made like a cowgirl, with an occasional light slap to a cheek to spur her on. “Ride me, yee haw” I told her, causing her to smile. Soon my hands were on her full breasts squeezing them as well as playing with her erect pink nipples. That turned her on and she began to move faster while biting her lip. When I moved one hand lower and began to strum her clit with my thumb she went nuts. She was moving at warp speed now as her ass smacked against my thighs and she couldn’t stop moaning. Her hand covered mine and squeezed it tightly when with a start her body stopped moving and began to tremble all over. Alissa’s face became flushed as her orgasm hit her like a ton of bricks. While keeping my thumb in contact with her clit I also began to rapid fire thrust into her clenching pussy sending her climax to an even higher level. Finally, with her body spent she fell forward onto me and rested her head next to mine. I paused my thrusting for a minute as she caught her breath. “Oh God, that was so awesome Kevin. You made me cum like crazy Thank you.” “You haven’t seen nothing yet” I boasted to her “just wait. Can you get off me?” Reluctantly she slid off both my erection and body then I rolled to the side of her. I placed a pillow beneath her pelvis and pushed her onto her stomach. As she lay with her ass raised up slightly due to the pillow, I placed my legs outside of hers before again guiding my hardness into her wet pinkness. We both gasped with delight as I slid deeper into her molten furnace. Resting my weight on my hands I thrust in and out of her. The position put a lot of friction on my shaft as I plumbed the depths of her womanhood. It gripped me tightly and it seemed to cling to me as I would pull back. My breathing became more rapid as I sensed the finish line approaching. With a final thrust I buried myself as deep as I could in Alissa. “Oh damn, I can’t take any more. I’m…going…..to… cum” I practically shouted. “Yes I want you to cum in me. I want to feel it” she answered. With a strangled cry my body arched as my cock swelled up right before the first shot went deep in her pinkness. A few minutes later we were cuddling when Alissa broke the silence. “Ed I have to ask you, I don’t have a car and I’m not sure what your plans are…” her voice trailing off. “Well I hoped you would want to spend the night and I’d drive you to work in the morning” I began but that was all I managed to say as she started kissing me, her eyes appearing moist. When she finally ended the kiss, I took her chin in my hand. “I see you like the plan. What time do you have to be at work in the morning?” “I love the plan; I was worried you would want to get rid of me. Tomorrow, I start at 7:00 A.M.” “Alissa even though we’ve just met I must warn you - I’m crazy about you already. I’ll set the alarm nice and early.” “Okay Ed. I’m going to get my phone and let my mother know I won’t be home tonight.” “Do you want to use the phone here?” I asked while indicating the phone on the bedside table. “No I better use my phone because of caller I.D. so my mother recognizes the number. “Fine, I’ll get it for you, just chill.” Saying that, I had gone downstairs and retrieved her purse. After she made her call, I shut off the light and we snuggled up together. The sound of distant thunder was the first thing I heard when I awakened a few hours later. Feeling next to me I discovered she wasn’t there. As I stood up to head to the bathroom, I noticed her purse still sitting on the bedside table. After answering nature’s call, I padded across the rug to the top of the stairs and went downstairs. I found her in the kitchen with her back to me looking out at the sliding doors at the storm. She was wearing a t-shirt of mine which warmed my heart as well as stirring my cock because of her ass cheeks peeking out below the hem. “Hey babe” I said as I nuzzled her ear while also wrapping my arms around her. “Hi, I love storms and when I woke up I decided to watch it and here is the best view” she answered me as she leaned back against my nude body. Realizing that I was naked, Alissa rubbed her ass on my groin causing me to hug her tighter to me as my prick pressed between her round cheeks. “It Feels like someone is trying to get up early” she joked. “You can always get me up it seems” I told her as my hand began to stroke her kitty. “I have an idea that I think you‘ll like” I said as my free hand unlocked and opened the sliding door. Taking Alissa by the hand I led her out onto the deck and under the rain. I sat her on a recliner chair and knelt between her legs and pushed her back all the way. As the rain fell on us like heaven’s tears, I lifted her shirt enough to where I could put my cockhead to her sweet pussy lips and then in one thrust I buried myself in her. She cried out as I filled her, and her hands grabbed my ass as it moved up and down rapidly. My hands rested on the chair arms enabling me to give her my all. Lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating our bodies in its brilliance as our entangled limbs writhed together. A burst of heavy rain passed over drenching us even more if that was possible. I leaned down and kissed her as nature played about us. When thunder boomed nearly on top of us her body jumped, and I felt her bite my shoulder. At the same time, I felt her vaginal muscles tighten on me as she pulled me all the way into her while the thunder rumbled in a growing crescendo. After a few more deep thrusts I sank on top of Alissa as my overworked cock released into her wetness again. “Wow your heart is really beating fast” I heard her say over the storm. It was true. I could feel it pounding like a jackhammer in my chest as I recovered on top of her. Slowly I pushed my body up and then pulled my cock from her before I stood. She surprised me by sitting up and taking my fluid covered manhood in her mouth and sucking it clean. It was so sensitive that my whole body shuddered from the sensation. I helped her to her feet before bending so that I could lift her in my arms and carry her inside. Once the door was locked, I proceeded to carry her upstairs to the bathroom where I sat her on the sink vanity. First, I removed the wet t-shirt and hung it in the shower to dry before producing a big, fluffy towel with which I gently rubbed her dry before I toweled myself off. Again, I lifted her in my arms, but this time I also kissed her, and then carried her back to bed. The next morning I pulled into the supermarket parking lot at 6:40 A.M., twenty minutes early, so I parked in the back corner and killed the engine. She was wearing the same tights and skirt as the day before, but she was wearing the plain white T-shirt of mine she wore during our storm encounter on the deck. That morning when she shyly asked me if she could wear it, I was only too happy to let her. “Well we’re nice and early. We’ll have to kill some time but it’s better than being late” I observed. “If you want you can just leave me here. I know you have to get to work” Alissa answered. “No I think I have a better plan” I told her as I ran my hand along her tight covered leg toward her crotch. Her eyes widened as my hand crept to her waistband before burrowing under it on a quest for wet treasure. My hand slid across her pubes and my fingers found her lips already damp and inviting. She bit her lip as my middle finger snaked in her opening and slid all the way up her. As I fingered Alissa my palm rubbed against her hard, little clit making her moan from desire. I closely studied her face and as her breathing became more rapid, I also increased the speed of my hand. When she grabbed my arm in a death grip and her face became flushed, I attached my mouth to her pale neck and delivered a love bite strong enough to break the surface blood vessels. She writhed in her seat as her morning orgasm overtook her and my hand was trapped between her thighs. When she recovered, she spread her legs allowing me to remove my hand from her honey pot. I brought my middle finger to my lips and greedily sucked on it until her juices were gone. We kissed tenderly until I realized it was almost 7:00. Starting the engine, I looked at the teen I was infatuated with and noticed the fresh bruise I had marked her with. I smiled because it was deliberate. As I drove to the front door, I talked to her. “Alissa I’ll be here as close to 3:00 P. M. as I can, if I’m a little late don’t worry. By the way I left a token of my affection on your neck.” For the first time she noticed the love bite in the side view mirror. “I don’t mind but why did you do that?” she asked. “Because I want everyone where you work as well as all the customers to know that you are mine” I honestly told her. We had now reached the front and I parked in front of the main entrance. “You mean that? No one ever said that I was theirs before.” “I mean it with all my heart Alissa. I know we just met but I think you’re the one for me.” “I feel the same” she said before kissing me one more time before getting out of the truck. Right before she entered the store she turned and waved to me with a huge smile on her face. I returned the wave as I drove off....

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