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SHEPHERDS OF HAVEN ALPHA PREVIEW UPDATE [3/27/24]
The Shepherds of Haven alpha preview has been updated here!
Note: This is not the same thing as the public demo, which is available for everyone and covers the first four chapters of the game: the alpha preview is the early access version available to Patrons and testers!
TOTAL WORDCOUNT: 1,101,164 WORDS WITHOUT CODE
WHAT’S NEW:
15,000 words of new content to Chapter 9!
Are your Brightburners enjoying this yet, or is this just hell for them?
More Sun Court politicking! Throw your weight around as a would-be player of the Serpents' Feast! Duel somebody or farm your recruits out as free labor! Rescue Riel from an awkward situation or let him flounder! So many choices to be found!
Please be sure to read the specific developer notes on Patreon for more info, as well as check the Incomplete Routes Guide linked in the alpha build post if you have questions about how to proceed through the alpha build! 
WHAT’S NEXT:
More Chapter 9! We'll definitely finish this part of the mission next time, and then there will be some quality time with one of your chosen teammates next, plus one of my favorite tropes if you happen to be romancing any of them... Also, when this part of the mission is done, I kind of want to run a poll to see who's everyone's favorite noble LOL
Anyway, I hope you enjoy! I hope to see your thoughts here, on Patreon, or on Discord! Have a great close to your March! And Happy Easter! 🐣🐰🪺💐🌷
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thingsthatbleedfic · 8 months
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Would youse guys mind posting a preview of the next chapter 👀? Totally ok if it’s a no
We are so glad you asked! :) Of course you can have a preview. Here's the beginning of chapter 8.
It’s been a long time since Danny was inside a house. One actually being lived in, by living people, at least. It’s nice enough. Quaint—that’s the first word that comes to Danny’s mind, floating in from some dusty part of his mind that hasn’t had to describe anything as quaint since Sam’s grandma showed off her collectible statuettes of cats in old-timey clothes.  The floors are well-worn, aged wood peeking out from beneath sprawling rugs. There’s a draft that brings chilly air in from the badly fitted single-pane windows. The temperature has plummeted over the course of the evening; Danny is enjoying the promise of snow in the air, and the fact that the sun has already dipped below the mountains on the horizon. What’s less enjoyable is the haunting. He’d suggested hiding a tree in a forest; he’d known what that would entail.  Houses like this aren’t allowed to be secretive. They aren’t allowed to sink down into themselves, with all their echoes writhing quietly inside like maggots. They’re open wounds that don’t heal.
This chapter is going to be a bit of a love letter to haunted houses. <3
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weed-frieren · 5 months
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im trying not to get my hopes up but i have a sneaking suspicion that we're going to see the scales of love in the anime
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renee561 · 25 days
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With a shake of her head and the good practice of swallowing her feelings into a box inside her, she rose to freshen up for she had to pen a letter to her mother with a sad tale and beg her mother to hold the confidence of their esteemed friend.
This has been haunting in my ask box for a long while! But this will part of the next few chapters of TRD
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recherche-raptor · 9 months
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I HAVE CLAWED THIS FIC FROM THE DEPTHS OF (a) HELL (job, and also starting grad school)
I LIIIIIIIIIIIIIVE
This is an update to my Dadmasters fic that last updated (checks calendar)... two years and four days ago? Hhh. Oops?
Anyway.
Rated T, no archive warnings apply; chapter summary:
Hornet meets some unfamiliar family.
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“We have a metal detector,” Sar points out as they gather up some equipment.
Spar raises an eyebrow as Barriss grabs it and immediately turns it on him, letting the detector zero in on his beskar’gam and start beeping incessantly.
“It works,” she declares cheekily.
He’s tempted to flip her off, then looks at the two adults and decides better. Sar might think it’s funny, but he has no clue about Luminara. So instead he grabs his bag, the mask still tucked in it, and loops it over his shoulder.
Sar looks like she’s trying so hard not to grin that she might pop a blood vessel.
“Sar,” he says, warning and panic edging his tone.
“You’re so grown up,” she says, patting his cheek patronisingly.
“Kark you too.”
She nods sagely. “There’s the seventeen-year-old.”
He sticks out his tongue at her.
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puzzlehat · 2 years
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as of today (9/11/22): the number of days since the last gather ye power chapter (chapter 27 back on april 20) is the same as the longest hiatus gayepo’s had before (between chapters 12 and 13, the transition from the village to the forest/fort, also the first two chapters to release after the completion of hlvrai)
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fluorescentvermin · 2 months
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Chapter 9
The Vultures
Charlie
“Who’s Blair Nimble?” I ask Gage on our way back to their reclaimed factory.
“You remember when I was talking about the Vultures before?” Gage recalled.
“Yeah, what about them?” I encourage.
“Blair is also a part of that gang” Gage frowns.
“Okay, that’s not that bad, right?” I hope.
“Well, if you want to get your phone back, you’ll have to actually go in their den to get it. I don’t think she’d be willing to just hand it over” he hypothesized.
“How do you know her?” I pry.
“I used to be a part of the vultures. Not anymore, of course. I managed to get out” he explains with a melancholy expression.
“Wouldn’t that make it easier? You know what they’re like so, we can just go in and out” I reason.
“I know what they’re like, so I know it won’t be easy” Gage added. He said earlier that the Vultures were just pests. Petty criminals. Even though they’re a gang, maybe it won’t be that bad. Who knows? After all, I followed Gage to an unknown place, and I was safe. For now, anyway.
“Thanks, by the way” I let out.
“For what?” Gage responds.
“For helping me. I still don’t know why you did but I appreciate it” I ramble.
“Hey, it’s no problem” he smiled. Damn it, I thought he would tell me why he helped me. He talks a lot, but he doesn’t talk too much about himself. He’s kind of mysterious.
“So, why did you want a notebook?” he asks. Changing the topic from him to myself again.
“I have a lot of thoughts, sometimes I like to write them down” I lead him on, trying my hand at mystery.
“So, you’re a writer?” Gage continues.
“I’m a journalist” I let out.
“A journalist? What kind of journalism?” he pries.
“I’m not some kind of celebrity gossip writer if that’s what you’re thinking” I scoff.
“Good. I don’t get those people. Celebrities are just people, why make a big fuss over them?” he challenged.
“Exactly!” I exclaimed. That’s something I would say. Weird.
“What do you write about?” Gage pries further.
“I write the honest truth. It’s hard to find that, these days” I declared.
“Oh, really? I’d like to read some of your articles” he smiles.
We made it back to the factory, and as we made it through the door, two women greeted us from the couch.
“Gage! Where did you go?” a woman with shaggy lavender hair calls out.
“Just to the pawn shop. This is Charlie. I don’t know if Artemis said anything yet” Gage introduced.
“Typical Arty, saving all the juicy gossip for himself” the other woman scoffs but with a light-hearted nature. She had long grass green hair that she tied into a braid. Gage walked over to the couch, sitting next to them. I guess I should follow him. They start talking amongst themselves as soon as he sits down, so I walk over and join them.
“Charlie! I’m Nova, nice to meet you!” The woman with the lavender hair greets. She bows to me. What a formal greeting.
“Hi” I let out.
“I’m Percy” the green haired woman continues the formalities.
“Hello” I repeat.
“I would ask about the black eye, but you saw Artemis, so you’re probably fine now” Nova rambled. These two were the first people around these parts that weren’t wearing dark colours. Nova was wearing lots of layers of pink, purple and brown clothing, and Percy was wearing a flowy yellow dress with a jumper underneath. They looked like nice people, at least for now.
“So, what’s your story? How did you get stuck down here?” Percy pried, leaning on her hand.
“Um. My wife kicked me out” I explain.
“That’s terrible!” Nova cooed.
“No, it’s fine. It’s only temporary” I smile politely. Percy narrowed her eyes at me.
“Maybe you guys could help us out. Charlie got his phone stolen by the Vultures” Gage mentions.
“Good luck with that” Percy laughs. She seems like a strange character.
“Charlie can’t go anywhere without his phone. Not like, he’s addicted to it. He could be, I don’t know” Gage rambled.
“You don’t have to talk for me” I grimace.
“Oh, shit. Sorry” Gage retreats.
“It’s really embarrassing, but I don’t know anyone’s phone number off by heart. If I get my phone back, I could call my wife… Or my sister. Just let them know where I am and that I’m okay” I explain.
“It’s a stealth mission!?” Nova beamed.
“I guess so” Gage chuckled.
“Do you know who stole it?” Percy asks.
“Do you remember that guy I was talking to for like, 2 days?” Gage smirks.
“Oh my god, Shatlas? He stole the phone?” Percy gasps.
“No way!” Nova marvelled.
“What a coincidence, right? Well, either he has it, or Blair does” Gage continued.
“This is the only instance where I’d say I prefer Shatlas” Percy huffs.
“What are you going to do?” Nova asks with a frown on her face. Nova was like an excitable puppy.
“We’ll have to go in there and get it, obviously” Gage pouted.
“That could be a death wish” Percy mused.
“What other choice do we have?” Gage huffed.
“It’s okay. Maybe I don’t need my phone” I try to be positive, but thoughts race through my mind. I thought Gage said that they weren’t that bad and now his friend is saying that going into their den could be a death wish? What have I gotten myself into?
“I think you’re being a little dramatic, Gage. You can definitely handle whatever the Vultures throw at you” Percy reassured.
“Yeah! You’ve done it before; you can do it again!” Nova cheers.
“God, I don’t know” Gage sighs.
“You just got to go in there and show them you mean business. You’re built for this!” Percy mused.
“Oh! You guys need Vulture attire! Oh my gosh, I’m so excited! I’m going to go make Charlie an outfit!” Nova beamed before bouncing off upstairs.
“Wait a minute, what am I signing up to here? Why would I need a disguise? Is this really a stealth mission?” I panic.
“I think Nova is just excited. You don’t need a disguise really. Atlas already knows your down on your luck, even though it was his fucking fault” Gage assured with a huff.
“Charlie, if you go in there, it’s going to be really hard to get back out. They’re called the Vultures for a reason” Percy explained seriously.
“What do you mean?” I implore.
“It means you might be stuck down here for a while” Percy winces.
“How long?” I continue.
“It took me 5 years to get out” Gage huffs.
“5 YEARS?” I shout. This is insane. I can’t be stuck down here for 5 years! Even one year might be too much. This is a lot; I don’t know if I can handle this.
“Hey, it probably won’t take us that long to get out this time” Gage defends.
“I need a minute” I breathe. I walk out of the building to get some fresh air.
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versussystem2 · 8 months
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Like I wrote 3 days ago, I got some rest. Also, I worked on the contents. But, those contents are still not done yet. Since I already got started, so I'm going to finish them. When those contents are fully completed, I'll post it up. This time no deadline. I'll add page number and make those contents into a booklet. For now, see these incomplete contents I have posted up as preview. Furthermore, in the Introduction, I summarized about the conflicts in my life. Also, why I missed the deadline and why those contents are incomplete.
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chiriwritesstuff · 3 months
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The Girl in IT - 1. The Night Shift
A Boss! Joel Miller x IT Specialist F! Reader AU
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Chapter Rating: E (18+, MDNI)
Chapter Preview: "Well, it was a virus, and as I looked into the problem, I had to explore every avenue to ensure I pinpointed the issue, you know, for my report to Tess. I went into your history to see if it might have been a site that caused you to have the virus. I may have casually peeked into a few files to ensure they weren’t corrupted…” you admit, “…and I might have stumbled upon-" your eyebrows raise in embarrassment, "Something personal." “Something personal?” He questions, his brows furrowed in confusion. “I don’t have anything personal… oh, shit.” His eyes widen as the realization dawns on him, hands covering his face as he groans in embarrassment. "Look, about my internet history... and the list-" You slowly nod and bite your lip, mostly to hide your own embarrassment. “… yeah. Um, it was quite... informative about your... sexual preferences.”
Chapter Warnings and Tags: No Outbreak! Joel Miller, Mentions of intended smut towards the reader, Boss x Employee Relationship, Virgin Reader, All of the yearning, Joel Miller is a silly flirt, A small-ish age gap, Joel is too forward for his own good, Tess is a boss (and should not be fucked with - or you get the horns).
Word Count: 5.6K
A/N: Well, hello there!
I honestly have no idea where this idea of a (somewhat crack) fic came from, but I had an idea and I ran with it! A lot of the character development came from my own anxieties of feeling behind in life, and if you feel that way too, I feel you! Don't worry, I promise it won't always feel like this. Time is just that- time, and it's never too late to follow your dreams! I believe in you!
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Subject: I think I have a Virus?
12:50 AM (10 min ago)
Hey Sugar,
I know it's late, but my computer fritzed out an hour ago (a shit ton of pop-ups) and I have that presentation with The H Hotel tomorrow morning. Well, do you think you could do me a solid and help me... not have any more of those darn pop-ups? I called the number that popped up asking if I needed assistance with the virus and they asked for my credit card information but they haven't replied back.
Shit, was that a scam? Fuck. I should call Amex.  
Anyway, do you think you can help me get out of this bind, Sugar? I'll be forever and eternally grateful. If you don't, well... I'm sure Tess will rip me a new one, and I would like to not have a Servopoulos-level meltdown at 9 in the morning. Not after last time. Sorry about having to be a part of that, Sugar. At least Maria was able to pay for your dry cleaning and get you a new shirt? You should have let me check your chest for burns, I sure as hell wouldn't want scalding hot coffee being thrown in my direction either. Shit. Not check your chest as in checking out your... breasts, just the burn site. Yeah. That's what I meant. 
(Also, sorry for emailing you last minute. Shit. I'm desperate, baby.)
Thanks,
Joel Miller 
Owner and CEO, Miller Construction Group
(512) 123-4567
Subject: RE: I think I have a Virus?
1 AM (0 seconds ago)
Good Evening Mr. Miller,
I got your request and will work on it shortly. I can't make any promises, but I will try to get you out of your "bind".  
Don't worry about that thing with Tess. She was rightfully upset, and I just so happened to be caught in the line of fire. If it had to be one of us, I am glad it was me being pelted with boiling hot coffee, and not you in front of your clients. You didn't have to have Maria buy me a blouse from Neiman Marcus, nothing a little tide-to-go can't fix, right? Also, I knew what you meant about my chest, and I didn't think you wanted to look at my... breasts. Let's not refer to any of my body parts moving forward.
Also, I am not completely comfortable with the terms of endearment that you continuously call me, Sir. Please refer to me by my actual name, these emails are monitored by Tess and I would not like to be scalded with hot coffee again for a little misunderstanding.  
Please let me know if you have any other pressing questions or concerns.
Goodnight!
IT Specialist 0926,
IT Department, Miller Construction Group
(512) 765-4321
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"Ok Bubbles, let's see what mess Mr. Miller got himself into this time."
Settling by your coffee table, you access your remote portal and insert your portable SSD, initiating various programs to gain entry into your boss's laptop. Securing your hair in a messy top bun with a claw clip, you find yourself biting your bottom lip in concentration. Simultaneously, you switch on your TV, finding solace in the ambient noise that fills your dimly lit apartment—a space shared with Sir Bubbles, your British Shorthair companion since your college days. There's a marathon of Criminal Minds airing on TBS, Spencer Reid's adorable face on screen as he rattles off another theory for why the unsub was an abuse victim by his prostitute mother. You turn the volume down a bit, drowning out his voice.
It's near silent in the little shoebox you call home, the only decent place you were able to afford with your meager savings- after slaving away as a Geek Squad IT Specialist for the majority of your twenties at the Best Buy down the road from your parent's house. Despite graduating with your MIS at the University of Texas - Dallas, finding a decent job in your industry was brutal, and, honestly, quite embarrassing after receiving 30-plus rejection emails in a span of a year. Downtrodden and desperate for a job, you settled on working at Best Buy temporarily, but by the time you hit your mid-30s, it's been eight years working for barely minimum wage, and absolutely nothing to show for it. 
"Do you remember those sweet Miller boys who fixed our roof ten years ago?" your mother asks during a Sunday dinner six months ago, sliding a boat of gravy your way as you absentmindedly drizzle it over your mashed potatoes. "I ran into the older one... Joeseph? James? He owns his own company now with his brother, quite the feat, right? They're working on that hotel down the road... anyway, Josh-"
"Joel," you correct her, nudging the over-steamed carrots around your plate. "I think his name was Joel, Mama."
"Yes, Joel," your mother dismissively waves her hands. "Well, I told him about how you were on the job hunt, you know, with your master's and all. Oh, remember when you used to have that silly little crush on him? He's grown to be quite the looker, you know? Anyway, he told me that they were looking for someone to replace their old IT person—apparently, they retired—"
"Mom," you groan, "get to the point."
"Well," she grins conspiratorially, "he wants you to apply, baby. He remembers you and your little crush, and he said he could never forget someone as cute as you. If you're as good as I claimed you were, well... the job's practically yours!"
Your fork slips from your grasp, the metallic clang against porcelain causing Bubbles to leap in surprise, hissing at you in irritation. "Wait, what?" you blurt out, your eyes wide with a mix of shock and confusion.
Your mother beams at your reaction, seemingly pleased with the bombshell she just dropped. "I told him all about your IT skills and how you practically run the technology world from your bedroom. He seemed really interested, sweetie. And, well, it wouldn't hurt to at least consider it, right?"
You sit there, a swirl of thoughts and emotions whirling in your mind. The unexpected twist of Joel Miller, the older Miller boy you once had a crush on, remembering you and possibly offering you a job—it's surreal. Bubbles, having recovered from the earlier disturbance, casually resumes licking his paw, completely uninterested in the familial drama.
"I... I don't know, Mom," you stammer, trying to process this unexpected turn of events. "I mean, working for the Millers? It's a bit... complicated."
She leans in, her voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper. "Sweetheart, this could be a fantastic opportunity. And who knows, maybe that little crush of yours could turn into something more... professional, of course." She cuts into her meatloaf, humming in contentment as she chews. "Oh, and Sweetie? Wear the red sweater with your pleated skirt, with something other than those sneakers. You're turning thirty-six in September; you can at least do yourself a favor and start dressing your age for once! I'm sure Joel would appreciate it!" she winks at you as your father grunts in displeasure, rolling his eyes, muttering "meddler" under his breath.
"Mom, it was just a crush from a decade ago. Besides, mixing work and personal feelings is never a good idea."
She chuckles, reaching across the table to pat your hand. "Well, think about it, okay? Joel seemed genuinely interested in having you on the team. It's worth exploring, don't you think?"
A wink, a handshake, and six months later, you find yourself on-call indefinitely, catering to Mr. Miller's every technological whim and folly. It's not a bad job, you reason — getting paid triple what you made at Best Buy, monitoring everyone's browsing history in the office, and fielding the incessant IT requests Mr. Miller sends your way- which was often.  Way too often.
[My laptop won't turn on.]  Did you charge it? Try doing that first.
[Why does the volume not work on my Zoom calls?]  Did you make sure that you're not on mute or that your computer volume is up? Check that first.
[Since when did we put a parental blocker on the internet?]  It was per Tess, who said that employees should be working instead of looking up anti-feminist manifestos on Reddit. I apologize for the inconvenience, Mr. Miller. [Oh, well shit. Do you think you could unblock it for me? I am... having a hard time accessing my... bank account.] I mean- I could, but I would have to run it by Tess first. [Do you think you could... for me? It'll be our little secret, Sugar. Don't worry about Tess, I'll handle her.]  Sure, Mr. Miller... Right. Our little secret.  [Sugar, for the last time, it's Joel. Besides, I thought we were past having a silly little crush on me, you've grown into a... rather nice young woman. Please, call me Joel.]  Uh, sure Mr. Miller.
You are broken from your silent reverie by the unmistakable ding, ding, ding of the pop-ups Joel- Mr. Miller - you correct yourself, mentioned in his email. You scoff, biting into a piece of beef jerky. Typing in a command, the pop-ups halt, the black screen granting you developer access popping up as you run diagnostic after diagnostic trying to catch the little sucker - a virus, as Mr. Miller claimed - in the act of corrupting your poor boss' laptop once again.  There you are, you little shit, you mutter under your breath as you furiously type in more commands, eradicating Mr. Miller's bane of existence for good (or so you hope).
After running what felt like the tenth diagnostic of the night and downing three cups of coffee for the last three hours, the dawn of a new day streaks through the sheer curtains against your window. With bated breath, you restart Joel's system once more, closing your eyes until the familiar chime of Windows 11 booting up reaches your ears.
Please, please, please for fucks sake... no more pop-ups...
Joel's home screen pops up in an instant, the photo of him and his two girls smiling back at you as you breathe in a sigh of relief. "Fuck yes! Finally!" you silently exclaim, a drawn-out yawn and a deep stretch escaping your body as you settle your laptop on your couch. "Okay, let's just run a few programs and check a few documents to make sure they're not corrupted and then I can finally hit the sack..." you squint at the digital clock of your microwave, "and sleep for an hour before I have to get ready for work," you groan, eyeing the jar of Cafe Bustelo in the distance. Yep. No sleep for me, you think bitterly.  Another night, another one of Mr. Miller's computer meltdowns... 
Your eyes scan his desktop, opening up the PowerPoint file he needs for his presentation. It opens up with a slight lag, something you can optimize later but you breathe out another sigh of relief anyway. You check his internet browsing history, his late-night extensive porn viewing not a surprise to you anymore as you snort at the ridiculousness of it all.  At least it's not as bad and kinky as Tommy's browsing history, you tell yourself, because you'll never quite get used to all of the roleplay porn he watches religiously, you think. Closing out of Google Chrome, You scan his desktop for a random Word doc for you to open, not checking its title as you double-click on the first one that you see, slightly hidden by the Recycle Bin icon to the bottom right.  Wants? What kind of a file name is that?
The Word doc pops open, and it seems to be a running list of random things. You blearily scan the line items, your eyes widening in shock as you read on.  
Fuck her against my office door as I cover her mouth to muffle her screams.
Spoil her with a shopping spree at Neiman's with my Amex black card.
Fulfill my breeding fantasy by convincing her to get off of her Birth Control (do you think she's on one?)
Fuck her from behind against Tess' desk (serves her right)
You quickly exit out of the document, pushing your laptop away as if it were cursed. You look at the document title once more.  
Wants.
What the fuck was this? Who is he talking about? you ponder, the guilt of your negligence weighing on you like a weight tied to your ankles as you sink into the depths of the Atlantic. You shut your laptop for good measure, covering it up with your quilt as you shake your head in disbelief.  
What the fuck did I just read?
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“Mr. Miller? Do you have a moment?”
You knock on the office door once more for good measure, standing timidly as you try to occupy yourself by smoothing out your dress - sensible, a decent length, work appropriate, you think to yourself. You try to not occupy the idle time of waiting for your boss, Joel Miller, one half of Miller Construction- and the thing you found while remote logging onto his computer last night - I think I have a virus, his email stated - only to stumble upon something rather telling and personal - but he was your boss, and you were a professional, and you weren’t going to think about the list… 
Kiss her in the rain.
Make love in my truck as she rides me. 
Bend her over my desk and take her from behind.
Marathon sex
Eat her out as she works at her desk.
No, Joel was unequivocally your boss—older than you by at least a decade (and maybe a few more years, give or take), and the document titled "Wants" was clearly personal, likely intended for someone else, and certainly not meant to be seen by anyone, especially not an overly curious IT specialist like you. No, you reckon that this list was meant for someone else in the office - someone beautiful, sexy, and confident— someone decidedly who isn't you. Certainly not for someone who dresses like she’s still in college, who only recently began living on her own in a shoebox of an apartment (if you can call it that) after living with her parents for the majority of her adult life, and who barely has her life together. It’s pathetic, being a woman of a certain age and with nothing to show for it, still painfully single, nothing substantial to your name, only getting your life together now while everyone around you has done everything right.  I feel so behind in life, you think to yourself.  Who would want someone so pathetic as me?
It’s not like it’s a crime to have wants, you think to yourself. Everyone has them, including you, you reason. So what if you just so happen to stumble upon your boss's deepest (and somewhat depraved) desires? Doesn’t everyone have a bucket list of their desires written somewhere? So what if your older, attractive boss with his Gen X tendencies has it typed out on his work computer? It’s not like he meant for you to open up the Word doc, right?
You knew he was single. You also knew that he had kids, at least two—Sarah, his eldest, was the head of HR, and Ellie, his adoptive younger daughter, an apprentice working under Tommy, the other half of Miller Construction—a serial flirt who asked you about your dating life in your interview a few months back. No, you didn’t think about your boss and the sheer mass of man that he was, that he smelled like cedar and sandalwood, that he winks when he tells you good morning as you pass him in the parking lot while stumbling out of your less-than-impressive shitty Corolla. You also didn’t take note that he drinks his coffee black with a sprinkle of sugar—the one in the brown packet—or that he eats in his office instead of the employee lounge because he’s a messy eater. The deep red blush trailing down his neck as Tommy scolded him about his lack of table manners during a company-mandated team-building day wasn't proof enough of that.
There wasn’t a ring on that tell-tale finger, not even a tan line, no photographs of another woman on his desk—besides his daughters, of course. Not that you were looking. Tommy had his wife Maria come down to the office often enough; wouldn’t Joel be the same with his own?
Miller Construction prided itself on being a family-run company, with Joel and Tommy at the helm and their best friend Tess as VP—more the boss than the actual Miller brothers. While Joel and Tommy preferred the hands-on work on-site, Tess ruled over the office with an iron fist. No one dared to cross her.
"You've got one job, and one job only," she declared during your office tour. "Make sure no one spends the majority of their shift watching porn, and keep Joel from messing up his computer with his boomer-isms. We can't afford to keep replacing a laptop every six months."
"Isn't he in Gen X?" you ask. "... at 56 years old, he's still considered to be in that generation, right?"
"Technically, yes," Tess replies with an exasperated sigh. "But you know what I mean. Sometimes it feels like Joel is stuck in a time warp with his 'boomer-isms.' Just keep things running smoothly here, alright?"
As the days pass, you notice an unusual trend in Joel's computer issues. It seems that every time his laptop malfunctions, it coincides with a spike in suspicious internet activity. It doesn't take a genius to connect the dots, and you can't help but shake your head at the irony of it all.
After a particularly eventful morning filled with more than the usual technical hiccups, you decide it's time to address the elephant in the room. You knock on Joel's office door, half-expecting him to be engrossed in some spreadsheet or construction plans.
It's not like you have to tell him about your snooping - he would be none the wiser judging by the way he was so technologically inept - you weren't about to tell him that the reason for the virus on the computer was because he was looking at some rather specific porn - boss fucks unsuspecting secretary from behind- his internet history had listed, nor did he probably think that his computer is being monitored, including his internet browsing history- company policy, as stated on the employee handbook that every employee of Miller Construction signs on the day of their official hiring- nor does he think that it sends reports to her at the end of the day.
You don't think about how the sudden uptick of his secretary porn viewing increased since a week after your hiring.  It's just a coincidence, right?
“Mr. Miller?” You call out once more. “It’s about your IT request last night? I have an update?”
“Yeah? Sorry! Come on in!” you hear from behind the door, accompanied by the frantic shuffle of papers and a silent curse. You take a deep breath as your hand turns the doorknob. Silently, you shut the door behind you, offering a small smile as you smooth out the skirt of your dress once more.
You fidget in place in front of the door as Joel—Mr. Miller—in his green flannel and dark jeans slung just right—it really should be criminal, looking this ruggedly handsome for someone his age, you think—as he ungraciously flops onto his desk chair, motioning for you to take the seat in front of him as he clears his throat nervously. “Take a seat.”
You situate yourself in front of him, refusing to meet his eyes as you fiddle with your hands on your lap, wondering why he, out of all people, would be nervous. It's not like he stumbled upon something so... intimate. You are a professional, and you were only doing your job, you tell yourself like a mantra, trying to ground yourself. What's the worst that could happen? It's not like he would fire you over your accidental snooping, right? You nod to yourself. “So…”
“So…” he replies, Adam’s apple bobbing as he takes a drink of his coffee. “Thank you for taking a look at my computer last night.” He begins, smiling at you. “I know that it was late, and I’m willing to compensate your time by giving you time and a half…”
“Oh,” you nervously reply, shifting in your seat. “No, Mr. Miller—”
“Joel.”
“What?”
He shakes his head. “Please. We’re all family here. Call me Joel. Mr. Miller is my father for fuck's sake—”
“Right,” you chuckle. “Sure. Joel. Listen, you don’t need to compensate me for last night, let alone give me the overtime rate—”
“I emailed you at midnight; surely you were already busy, or I probably irritated your husband—”
“No.”
“No?” 
“No,” you mumble solemnly, “there’s no husband, just me and my cat-“
He barks at that, the laugh so loud it makes you jump in your seat. He gives you a look, almost as if he was relieved with that bit of information. “Well, disturbing your cat, then-“
"Oh," you reply casually, waving your hands in dismissal. "I'm sure Sir Bubbles didn't mind... and I don't sleep much, really—"
"Oh?" He straightens himself, his face serious. "Is it because of all of my requests? Shit. My girls give me such a hard time about not being with the times, I'm not really interested in technology— So no husband? Boyfriend, then?"
"Uh, no," you reply quickly, not eager to delve into the details of your lackluster love life. You clear your throat, adopting a professional demeanor. "Joel, as you're aware—or maybe not," you chuckle nervously, "I receive reports of all employee internet histories at the end of the day. Being the sole IT specialist on your payroll—perks of the job, outlined in my duties—I keep an eye out for any... irregularities."
"Irregularities?" he replies, his demeanor shifting into something resembling guilt. "What are you trying to get at?" he presses.
"Well, I monitor employee computer usage to make sure that they're not... distracted from their work," you reply. "Tess was explicit about not having any employees using company time for any unnecessary personal... dalliances."
Joel gives you a hard look. "Dalliances?"
"Yes, dalliances. Tess told me it was an issue before, with employees browsing social media and visiting questionable Reddit threads?"
"I don't follow," Joel replies. "You gotta spell it out for me, Sugar. What does that have to do with my request last night? I had a late night at the office, and after... checking my emails," he gulps, "I suddenly get bombarded with these pop-up things, so much that I just... unplugged my laptop... and, well-"
How is he so oblivious about this? You bite your cheek in frustration, not knowing how to get to the point without having to spell it out for him that you caught him browsing porn last night, secretary porn at that, and although it's highly inappropriate, you hardly think he was watching it because of Gladys, his actual secretary, who is old enough to be his mother.  Not unless he has some weird mommy kink...
Unable to endure the suspense any longer, you decide to rip the bandaid off as soon as possible. “I’m sorry!” You exclaim, “I didn't mean to look at your browsing history, I mean, I had to, but only because I had to find the reason why a virus got on your computer, but that is not the point! I had to open a file to make sure it wasn't corrupted, and I swear, I didn't mean to open it!"
“Open what, sweetheart?” he smiles at you, leaning forward towards you.  
"Well, it was a virus, and as I looked into the problem, I had to explore every avenue to ensure I pinpointed the issue, you know, for my report to Tess. I went into your history to see if it might have been a site that caused you to have the virus. I may have casually peeked into a few files to ensure they weren’t corrupted…” you admit, “…and I might have stumbled upon-" your eyebrows raise in embarrassment, "Something personal."
“Something personal?” He questions, his brows furrowed in confusion. “I don’t have anything personal… oh, shit.” His eyes widen as the realization dawns on him, hands covering his face as he groans in embarrassment. "Look, about my internet history... and the list-"
You slowly nod and bite your lip, mostly to hide your own embarrassment. “… yeah. Um, it was quite... informative about your... sexual preferences.”
Joel visibly pales at your confession. He adjusts his collar, unbuttoning the second button as if he were being strangled by your scrutiny. “I just want to let you know", he starts, looking you in the eye with an unreadable expression. "I respect you as a woman, and Tommy, fuck, he wouldn’t let it go, with all that teasing about you being exactly my type and all, and well, your mother did remind me about your little crush on me back then-“ he rubs his hands through his hair as he rambles on, “… and I know that this looks bad, with you being my employee and all-“
“Wait, what?” You cut him off, a confused look on your face. “What do you mean? I mean, they're your personal preferences, and the list, well, I'm sure whoever you're writing about must be some woman, not that it's any of my business-”
“Fuck. You didn’t read all of it?”
“No!” You exclaim, practically jumping out of your seat. “I quickly closed it once I realized the nature of the document…”
“Well.” He stands up suddenly, pacing behind his desk. “I wrote that drunkenly one night after the company dinner, you know, the one when you wore that dress… do you remember?”
“Yes,” you reply breathily, “… the night where-“
You vividly recall that night. It was a dinner at the recently completed new hotel project. After a few glasses of wine and an impulsive, rather expensive purchase at Nordstrom.com a week prior, you endured most of the evening in an uncomfortably tight and overly revealing dress—a poor choice for a company party, for fucks sake. You believed Joel approached you at the end of the night out of sheer pity, not because—
“Well… after seeing you in that dress, and how stunning you looked in it, sitting by yourself, biting your lip in a way that makes me-“ he stops himself, giving you a small smile. “I was drunk, and I was thinking… I was contemplating how, if I were to have you, if you, by some miracle of fate… were interested, that I would do things right, you know? That if I had a second chance at… I would do it right. Treat you right.”
“You do know I’m not a secretary, let alone your secretary,” you roll your eyes. “I’m in IT… the only person in IT actually, and you’re not the first person I caught looking at questionable porn…”
Joel bristles at that. “Shit. Let me guess… Tommy?”
That gets a small smile out of you. “I can neither confirm nor deny, but… he’s partial towards a certain porn actress, and let’s just say he is really in love with women who looks like his wife.”
He smiles. "Shit, I thought I was being obvious enough, being that Tommy has teased me about it enough... I thought you knew. I know you work with computers, Sugar. I’m not completely senile, and I know Tess has been on a warpath about people getting their rocks off at work, I figured you would look at all of my… perusing.”
You're left stunned, your mind racing to process what Joel just revealed. It's not the revelation about his desires that leaves you speechless, but the unexpected admission of his feelings toward you. Your mind flashes back to the list, the desires that seemed so out of reach for someone like you. You never thought Joel would be harboring any feelings for you, let alone express them so openly.
"I... I had no idea," you stammer, still grappling with the revelation. "I thought that list was for someone else, someone... not me."
Joel walks around the desk, his eyes never leaving yours. "You thought wrong, sweetheart. I've been trying to drop hints, but I guess I've been subtler than I thought."
A myriad of emotions wash over you — confusion, surprise, and a hint of something you can't quite place. The professional boundary between boss and employee seems to blur, and you find yourself in uncharted territory.
"But," he continues, "I get it. I'm your boss, and this is complicated. I didn't want to put you in an awkward position. I should've been more direct."
You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. "Joel, it's not about being direct or indirect. This is just... unexpected. I never thought someone like you would... feel that way about someone like me."
He reaches out, gently lifting your chin so you meet his gaze. "Someone like me? What does that even mean, darlin'? You're intelligent and beautiful, and I've seen the way you handle your work. I've noticed you, and I can't help how I feel."
A mixture of vulnerability and sincerity in his eyes makes it hard to doubt his words. You start to consider the possibility that maybe, just maybe, your insecurities have clouded your perception.
"I don't want to pressure you, and I understand if you're not comfortable with this. I just needed you to know. The last thing I want is for things to be awkward at work," he says, his thumb gently caressing your cheek.
You take a moment to absorb everything. Joel's revelation, your preconceptions, and the unexpected turn of events. The office, once a familiar space, now feels like uncharted territory.
"I need time to process this," you finally say. "It's a lot to take in, Joel. I never expected... any of this."
He nods understandingly, his hand dropping to his side. "Take all the time you need. I'll respect whatever decision you make. And hey, if you're not interested, we can go back to being boss and employee, like nothing happened."
You manage a small smile, appreciating his attempt to lighten the mood. "I'll... let you know. Just give me some time, okay?"
"Of course," he says, moving back toward his desk. "And, for what it's worth, I meant every word on that list. Whether it's a rain kiss or making love in my truck, I want it all with you."
You nod, silently acknowledging his sincerity. As you leave his office, you can't help but wonder how a routine IT request led to such a revelation. The office dynamics have shifted, and you find yourself navigating uncharted waters, unsure of where this unexpected revelation will lead.
As you walk away from Joel's office, a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts consumes your mind. The revelation about Joel's feelings for you is a shock, but it's not the only thing echoing in your head. The list of desires he had penned down only magnifies your own insecurities. The voice in your mind grows louder, whispering that you're not the woman he deserves—too much of a mess, too behind in life, and certainly not beautiful enough for someone like him. The echoes of your perceived inadequacies replay like a broken record, drowning out the possibility that someone could genuinely see something valuable in you. You glance at your reflection in the office window, critiquing every imperfection, every perceived flaw. The dress that seemed sensible before now feels like a sad attempt to disguise what you believe is a lack of style or grace. The weight of self-doubt becomes an invisible burden, and you can't shake the feeling that you're not enough, that you may never be enough for someone like Joel.
As you grapple with your internal struggles, a small spark of defiance begins to flicker within you. Perhaps it's time to challenge those self-limiting beliefs, to be bolder than your insecurities allow. Joel's admission has opened a door you never expected, and you find yourself at a crossroads. Despite the echoes of doubt, a newfound courage whispers that maybe, just maybe, you can be more than what you perceive.
Embracing this sudden surge of determination, you make a decision. Instead of letting fear dictate your actions, you choose to confront the uncertainties head-on. Swallowing the apprehension that threatens to hold you back, you turn on your heel and head back to Joel's office. The faint thud of your own heartbeat echoes in your ears as you push open the door.
"Joel," you say, your voice steadier than you anticipated. "I've been thinking about what you said, and I need you to clarify something for me."
He looks up from his desk, curiosity etched across his features. "Sure, what's on your mind?"
You take a deep breath, suppressing the self-doubt that still lingers. "Is that list something you genuinely desire with me, or was it just a drunken fantasy?"
Joel's eyes lock onto yours, a mix of surprise and sincerity in his gaze. "Every word of it is something I want with you. Why?"
A daring smile plays on your lips as you respond, "Then let's not leave it as a list, Joel. Let's see how many of those desires we can turn into reality."
The room seems to hold its breath for a moment as Joel's expression shifts from surprise to a slow, understanding smile. The air thickens with anticipation, leaving the next steps uncertain but filled with the promise of something new and exhilarating. As you stand on the precipice of this unexpected journey, the uncharted waters of possibilities lie ahead, and you find yourself ready to take the plunge.
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Want You Back | ateez x reader
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Pairing: werewolf!ot8!ateez x werewolf!reader
Genre: fluff mostly, romance, poly, a little angst?
warnings: mention of being depressed [will add more as story progresses.]
status: completed! // Epilogue posted!
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Book 1
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Epilogue
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Book 2
Summary Preview: A new timeline is created, and a new life awaits you. But your past ghosts haunt you deeply. Given the chance to visit Seoul, you seek answers for your weird dreams, but answers aren't the only thing that awaits you
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shepherds-of-haven · 5 months
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SHEPHERDS OF HAVEN ALPHA PREVIEW UPDATE [10/31/23]
The Shepherds of Haven alpha preview has been updated here!
Note: This is not the same thing as the public demo, which is available for everyone and covers the first four chapters of the game: the alpha preview is the early access version available to Patrons and testers!
TOTAL WORDCOUNT: 1,039,236 WORDS WITHOUT CODE
WHAT’S NEW:
14,000 words of new content!
More Chapter 9! Croelle! Sibella de Vespe!
New Trouble day off interlude!
(For the Troublemancers: Are things finally starting to sink in for our favorite sharpshooter? Is that a hint of jealousy I detect?! Find out here...)
Please be sure to read the specific developer notes on Patreon for more info, as well as check the Incomplete Routes Guide linked in the alpha build post if you have questions about how to proceed through the alpha build! 
WHAT’S NEXT:
Probably more Chapter 9 and possibly another character interlude, but I'm also eyeing up the Ascendancy Festival and wondering if I should start chipping away at the bulk of it... I might write a base "template" for the festival that covers its main points (like Chandry's awful play based on the Shepherds) without including the add-on romantic catalyst bits until more of the interludes have been written, so the progression for the romances remains natural and organic!
Anyway, I really hope you enjoy! I look forward to seeing your thoughts, and hope you’re having a great end to your spooky season and a wonderful start to your November! 🧡🎃
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glossysoap · 11 months
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ready to comply masterlist ; ghoap x winter soldier! reader. beginning april 2023
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я готов отвечать or ready to comply, is the phrase you speak after being programmed into HYDRAs weapon.
warnings/tags for series: field surgeon/medic! reader turned winter soldier! reader, not actually unrequited love, misunderstandings, poly, crushes, angst, gore, dismemberment/amputation, torture, mentions of sterilization (but sex/gender not confirmed), red room typical misogyny, violence, sex, hallucinations, murder. more to be added.
pairing: ghoap, and poly ghost x reader x soap.
note: reader is referred to as “y/n” only when necessary as they don’t have a call sign yet. when they do have a call sign, i’ll be using that. but it doesn’t take away from the fic, don’t worry.
any chapters as well as thoughts/drabbles/headcanons in relation to this fic will be found in the “#glossywrites; ready to comply⛓️” tag on my blog.
* this fic is NOT abandoned. *
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preview : posted april 12, 2023
the piece that started it all, a ghoap x reader version of the iconic “who the hell is bucky?” scene.
prologue : posted april 28, 2023
you are taken by hydra.
chapter 1; captivity : posted may 8, 2023
retelling of your capture, and the aftermath.
chapter 2; missing in action : posted may 15, 2023
you are reported as missing in action.
chapter 3; dismantled : posted may 22, 2023
you are tortured.
chapter 4; irreparable : posted june 2, 2023
aftermath of you being reported as missing in action. and the continuation of being held captive.
chapter 5; isolation : posted june 12, 2023
the hallucinations start.
chapter 6; ready to comply : posted june 16, 2023
you’re made to forget.
chapter 7; longing : posted july 1, 2023
the task force mourns you.
chapter 8; rusted : posted july 17, 2023
you come face to face with the winter soldier.
chapter 9; fruits of my labor : posted july 26, 2023
reveal of the redhead who captured you.
chapter 10; conditioning : posted august 23, 2023
you fight the winter soldier.
chapter 11; paramnesia : posted october 29, 2023
an angsty glimpse at the parallels between you vs ghost and soap.
chapter 12
moodboards:
moodboard 1
moodboard 2
headcanons:
poly ghoap/winter soldier!reader
post hydra hc // stray hc
meeting stray + on the run with stray
reader getting captured by hydra again
ghoap x winter soldier!reader intimacy thoughts
clingy/obsessive ghoap // post hydra separation anxiety
drabbles:
if these are canon to the og fic, it will be mentioned in the authors notes of the drabble
serial number
déjà vu
all an illusion
missed chances
till they put their brain back in a blender
fifteen minutes
reactivation
revelations
dead body au thread + cremation addition
time skip au side route:
what if?
©️ glossysoap 2024. please do not steal, copy, plagiarize, translate, or repost any of my works without my permission. do not steal any elements of my theme without permission.
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burntheedges · 3 months
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Maintenance Request
main post & chapter list | 18+ (minors DNI) | ao3 word count: 80k+
Joel Miller x f!reader | new chapter every Friday
summary: Hot Construction Guy is the bane of your existence - he seems to only pop up at the worst possible moment for you, every time you see him. 
There’s no way there could be something more there.
Right?
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full fic tags/warnings: academia AU, modern AU, one-sided enemies-to-lovers, no outbreak, live music, fluff, banter, everyone is alive, misunderstandings, ex boyfriend who was manipulative and a jerk (only mentioned), no use of y/n, pet names (darlin, gorgeous, honey, baby, sweetheart), later: smut, kissing, grinding, frottage, p in v sex, oral sex (f! and m!receiving), creampie, somnophilia, phone sex, semi-public sex; each chapter will have its own tags a/n: this fic is completely finished! It was my 2023 NaNo project. I’ll post a new chapter every Friday. There are 23 chapters and an epilogue. There is eventually quite a bit of smut, but it’s going to take us a little while to get there. Mind the tags (for the whole fic above and for each chapter). That “one-sided enemies-to-lovers” tag was the motivation for the whole fic — what if only one of you thinks you’re enemies? And here we are. Chapters with smut are marked with *. The dates in each chapter are from a fictional fall semester, 2024. Shoutout to @fanatictypist for reading this and encouraging me 💕 and to the PPCU server. note about reader: in this fic you’re a college professor, vaguely of English literature and poetry. You like live music, you like to read, and Ellie is your niece. You have a best friend named Beth, a sister who is having a rough time, and a difficult mother. I’ve avoided physical descriptions and most clothing descriptions, except when plot-relevant. You are vaguely shorter than Joel. No age is specified, but I imagined 36-year-old Joel here (and 14-year-old Sarah), and most English PhDs wouldn’t get to this type of position until they were 28 or 29 at the earliest, even if they went to grad school right out of undergrad. So you can imagine reader any age from there to mid-30s, or whatever you want, really. 
This fic is (almost) totally finished! A new chapter will be posted every Friday. Let me know if you want to be on the tag list! * = chapter contains smut
Chapter List
Chapter 1 | 2.4k Wednesday, September 4, second week of the semester
Chapter 2 | 2.4k | preview Friday, September 6, second week of the semester
Chapter 3 | 2.4k | preview Monday, September 16, fourth week of the semester, Friday, September 20, fourth week of the semester
Chapter 4 | 1.8k | preview Interlude
Chapter 5 | 3.4k | preview Friday, September 27, fifth week of the semester Saturday, September 28, fifth week of the semester Monday, September 30, sixth week of the semester
Chapter 6 | 2.1k | preview Wednesday, October 2, sixth week of the semester
Chapter 7 | 2.4k | preview Wednesday, October 9, seventh week of the semester
Chapter 8 | 2.7k | preview Monday, October 14, eighth week of the semester
Chapter 9 | 3.4k | preview Tuesday, October 15, eighth week of the semester Thursday, October 17, eighth week of the semester Friday, October 18, eighth week of the semester Saturday, October 19, eighth week of the semester
Chapter 10 | 5k | preview Monday, October 21, ninth week of the semester
Chapter 11 | 2.4k| preview Tuesday, October 22, ninth week of the semester Thursday, October 24, ninth week of the semester Friday, October 25, ninth week of the semester
Chapter 12 | 8.1k | preview * Friday, October 25, ninth week of the semester
Chapter 13 | 9.3k | preview * Friday, October 25 (still), ninth week of the semester
Chapter 14 | 3.9k | preview Friday, October 25 (still), ninth week of the semester Saturday, October 26, ninth week of the semester
Chapter 15 | 3.6k | preview Saturday, October 26, ninth week of the semester Sunday, October 27, ninth week of the semester
Chapter 16 | coming 3/29 | preview
Chapter 17 | 4/5
Chapter 18 | 4/12
Chapter 19 | 4/19
Chapter 20 | 4/26
Chapter 21 | 5/3
Chapter 22 | 5/10
Epilogue | 5/17
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ynsvnte · 27 days
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Mr. Yang, Is that you?: Masterlist
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Synopsis: You were playing Roblox until you started having beef with one player that goes by the name “mryangslays193” determined to beat the player in the game. What happens if you go to class and find out it’s your crush Yang Jungwon who is the owner of the account ..?
Pairing: crush!jungwon x fem!reader
Featuring: Sunoo & Niki, Zb1 Gyuvin, kep1er youngeun, weeekly jaehee, IVE Liz.
Genre: classmates to friends to lovers, crack, fluff, angst, Roblox, smau, college au
Warnings: swearing, mean jokes, teasing, kms/kys jokes, individual warnings will be added.
Status: On-going
Started: March 7 Ended: tba
Taglist: Open (send ask or comment to be added)
Notes: hey… 😏 Roblox theme bc Roblox 4 life. Umm I just finished my last smau that took 3 MONTHSSSS (shouldn’t have) ummm I excited where this one goes and I hope it doesn’t take long like ttsd 🙄 written chapters like usual
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Profiles: BADDIES 🤺 , SHEva love club, privs
Chapters:
Preview
1. Sleek the weak
2. AYO WHAT THE-
3. Mr Yang Yang better watch out
4. He wants MEEE
5. HE IS WHO!?!
6. Nah I’m out
7. Crack and Snap
8. Yandere era
9. More to be added …
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capncassas · 2 years
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Chapter 9 Peek-a-boo
From the upcoming chapter of Pornstache.
Master list can be located here:  Pornstache
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“Oh, yeah?”
You swallowed hard before trying to arrange your features into a mask of disbelief. You didn’t want to give him too much. To give away just how eager you were for what he was implying.
“I could, and–I could do it… without… lying… a single… hand on you.”
Each word was growled against the shell of your ear as his massive body loomed over you in the tub.
August chuckled darkly as he ran the wet sponge over your back. The slightly rough, porous texture felt like heaven on your back and the sudden implications of just what August could do to you were dizzying to even try to put together in your head.
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