#even if it's frustrating that I can't do anything with my ideas atm

[bronx-bomber87]

Hello all :) I wanted to post this yesterday but had some technical difficulties. Also thank you to all those that have liked, commented or reblogged my reviews. Very Encouraging so thank you. Glad to have you all along with me. As always will credit all gif usage at the end.

Onward we go to 1x03 'The Good the Bad and the Ugly.'

Tim is back on duty after his gun shot wound. He’s is not ready physically and most definitely not emotionally. Despite that all Lucy is glad to have him back riding with her. Tim replying like early S1 Tim would in regards to her being glad he's back. Reserved and Cocky.

They Get their first call of the day at a bank with a man trapped behind an ATM wall. Tim takes charge like he doesn't have a wound in his side. Keeps going till he's grimacing and in major pain.

Theme of Tim Bradford in the early days. Man doesn’t ask for help. Ever. So when he’s hacking at that wall he’s trying to prove to himself he’s fine. The gunshot wound doesn’t affect him. When his body is telling him otherwise. Instead of asking Lucy to help to him he barks at her asking why he’s doing this and not her. S1 Tim you’re so rough around the edges my love. Don’t you worry Lucy is gonna soften those edges slowly but surely Haha

After Lucy fails a mini Tim test (gif set I just could not seem to find) Of him stealing her duty belt because she didn't secure the bathroom properly. He receives a phone call about Isabel OD'ing. Another set I could not find is Isabel basically ripping into Tim. Telling him to leave her alone to ‘Save your tough love for someone else’ and boy does he ever.... Lucy gets quite the helping in this episode.

We know he is very much no where close to being 'Okay' After his convo with Isabel he is out of control angry. Doesn’t even realize what he’s doing. Too damn blinded by his hurt. It shows in their next call with the biker gang. By putting not only his healing self in danger but Lucy. He’s so desperate for help but refusing to ask again. So instead he implodes. Fights a biker gang prospect. Searching desperately for an outlet for his frustration/anger. Doing it in the worst way imaginable. He’s in so much pain he cannot see straight. Poor Lucy can only stand there and watch him self destruct. Luckily he wins the tussle but it comes at a cost.

In s5 Tim bringing up his past with Isabel to Lucy. This is what he's referring to. How it cost him nearly everything emotionally. Unless you watch s1 recently you forget how badly he was burned. How she utterly wrecked him. Watching her destroy him with a 2 min convo hurts to watch. He was adrift in his emotions and drowning at a fast pace. He needed a life line so badly. He had no idea that life line would show up in the form of Lucy Chen. The Ray of sunshine that challenges his ass and puts him in place like no one has before.

By the time they get back to station she's crawling out of her skin with worry for Tim. She has no idea what she should do if anything. He is her superior officer after all but he's also endangering them both. By the time she gets their "suspect" into booking Tim is still in a bad head space from his convo at the hospital. Checking out NARCAN clearly for Isabel. They pull up to Isabel's apt and Lucy is restless in the car when he tells her to stay put. She can't take it any longer and jumps out to confront him.

She takes a deep breath and starts her fight to save Tim's sanity. To keep him from going completely off the edge and taking her with him. That’s what makes what Lucy does in this scene so incredible. One she's barely 3 weeks at best into her working relationship with him and two It was like fighting the sun with Tim in s1. She not only stood up for herself she put him in his place. He had been encased in his emotions so long he lost clarity completely. He couldn’t see past his pain. So she took a stand and won.

The biggest part of this moment is he concedes, listens and lets her take control of the situation. Has her run the NARCAN up to Isabel. I can’t even begin with how massive this is. This obstinate, grumpy man who would scare most rookies into washing out didn’t stand a chance against Lucy Chen. Its one of the main reasons he falls in love with her. She challenges him and rights him when he’s on the worst path. That look of defeat and resignation on his face. He know's he in the wrong and can't fight her anymore on this. Eric once again crushing it. Killing me softly good sir. His face says it all.

This following scene back in the shop is underrated and beautiful. Something about Lucy draws out his vulnerable side whether he likes it or not. The crack she started in ep 2 continues its growth in this ep. Her standing up to him, laying down boundaries and bringing him back to earth earned her this moment with him. Tim opening up to her. Sharing what I'm sure no one else has heard.

The most beautiful part is she’s doing it for more than the fact he’s her T.O. She cares about him as a person. He's realizing this and its why he's opening up to her right now. He's baring his soul to her and there couldn't be a better person to accept it. Why she follows up the way she does. Lucy is very aware how precious the information that is being shared with her is.

Her telling him about her apt is her olive branch back. It’s not much in the grand scheme of things just looking at this conversation. Telling him this as her reply. But it means the world to him. She knows this which is why she lets him know her apt is decent. It’s what he needs to hear.

Listening to him let out the deep breathe and tell her ‘Thanks’ it’s a loaded thanks. It means so much more than that single word, but once again this is s1 Tim so the fact she’s getting this is big. Its what he needs to hear in order to to be able to drive away from her apt. She's given him peace of mind to be able to do so.

We barrel towards the end of the episode. Tim and Lucy chasing one of the two remaining suspects. They corner him and once again just like at the beginning of the ep Tim can’t ask for help. He physically can’t climb the top of that truck. Lucy knows this and helps him out. Saying it would be ‘good for her training’ for her to do it. Tim goes along with it because his pride can’t handle it otherwise. She conducts herself flawlessly of course.

She’s so proud of herself and he can’t allow her to see he is too. He’s already been too ‘soft’ today for her. He always defaults back to being the hard ass whenever he opens up in the very beginning with her because S1 Tim be S1 Tim.

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Side Notes non Chenford.

I love Grey taking Tim out for a drink. Poor man needed it so much.

Talia being soft for the train burglar and his son.

Not much side stuff to mention this was a pretty heavy Chenford building ep and I’m happy with that.

Please like/comment if you can I love it when people do either hehe

Gif Credit To

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#Caitlin rewatches the Rookie #chenford #chenford hiatus #the rookie #Tim Bradford #Lucy chen #1x03 The good the bad the ugly #s1 #tim x lucy #Eric winter #melissa o'neil #summer rewatch #otp: doing my job #chenford nation #tim bradford x lucy chen

[sunflower-snz]

I'm in a halloween mood atm and I haven't written for these two for a while so enjoy a lil sapphic fic with these two:

somewhat inspired by these prompts:

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"I really don't think this is a good idea Ri'," Cassie sighed as her girlfriend ducked down to muffle yet another exhausting sounding sneeze into her hands, watching helplessly her clearly sick girlfriend continued to pull on their costume. 

Riley's head popped up from their costume, their nose and cheeks flushed a rosy, red, "It’s fine Cass’," they sniffled, their voice a hoarse rasp of its usually self, "It's Halloween, our favourite holiday. We both promised we’d go to that party tonight.” 

“And you promised you weren’t feeling sick this morning and look where we are now.” She raised an eyebrow incredulously. 

“I’m not sick.” They said so bluntly Cassie couldn’t keep her face straight, “I don’t know why you’re giving me that look, I swear I’m n-not- Hh'tshhu! HHi‘TshhIEW!” 

Their words were cut off abruptly as Riley ducked into the sleeve of her costume, pulling back with a grimace at the visible damp patch she’d left behind on the light-gray fabric. Cassie only shook her head, pitiful of her miserable girlfriend as she made the trip over to the bathroom to grab the box of tissues which sat neatly on the countertop. 

“Bless you love.” She held them neatly out in front of herself, offering them out to her girlfriend. But just as the Riley reached out to take one, she lifted the box out of reach so that their fingers only managed to grace the sides, falling short of the much-needed box. 

Riley's eyes widened with a mixture of frustration and desperation. "Come on, Cassie, this isn't the time for games," they croaked, clearly struggling to keep their composure as their face crinkled up with that oh-so familiar tingling sensation tickling their nose. 

Cassie couldn't help but tease her stubbornly sick girlfriend a bit more, a playful smirk dancing on her lips. "Games? Who said anything about games, sweetheart?” She twirled the box in her hands, “You said you weren’t sick? Why would you need these?” 

“Cass- I swear Hh- I need- o-one.. Hih.. nowhH- Hhi’tshhoo! Hhu’tshiew! Hhih...Hh’gnxt!” They barely managed to stifle that last as they looked up miserably, itchy tears prickling their eyes. Their cheeks somehow managed to flush even redder, partly from embarrassment and partly from the creeping fever. They gave Cassie her best pleading puppy-dog eyes, but they were dampened by the threat of another sneeze that lingered on their trembling lips. 

"I'm serious, Cassie, please just give me one.” Riley whimpered; their voice now reduced to a pitiable croak. 

Cassie couldn't hold back her teasing any longer. She chuckled softly and finally surrendered the tissue box. Riley snatched a tissue and brought it to their nose just in the nick of time, releasing a desperate, “Hh’ItSHIEW!” into it. 

“My, my bless you.” She cooed, picking up her girlfriend’s cat-ear headband which had fallen off in the ordeal before sitting down on the bed beside them, “Your poor nose doesn’t seem so happy, I wonder if that has something to do with that fever of yours that you’re obviously running.” She sighed, her touch confirming her suspicions as the back of her palm was gently pressed to Riley’s red cheek. 

Riley gave Cassie a weak, lopsided grin, tissue still clutched to their nose. "Yeah, well, I can't let a little thing like a cold ruin Halloween, can I?" They sniffled and leaned into Cassie's touch, appreciating the comfort of her cool hand against their feverish skin. 

Cassie couldn't help but smile fondly at her determined girlfriend. "You're something else, Ri'," she said softly, her fingers gently brushing a strand of hair away from Riley's forehead, “You’re not ruining anything, and we both know you’d end up exhausting yourself if we go out there tonight, it’s meant to rain too and this little costume of yours isn't’ exactly warm. So how about we stay in, I’ll make up coco, and we can cuddle up and watch some cheesy horror movies? How does that sound instead?” 

Riley let out a relieved sigh as they leaned into Cassie's touch, their stuffed-up nose making their voice sound even more endearing. "Coco and cheesy horror movies actually sound pretty great right now," they admitted, finally surrendering to the fact that going out in the cold and rain with a fever was not the best idea. 

Cassie grinned and placed a tender kiss on Riley's forehead. "I thought you might like that," she said softly. "Let's get you out of this costume and into something warm, and then I'll whip up some cocoa for us." She helped Riley out of the costume, making sure to tuck them into a cosy blanket on the couch once they were changed into comfortable pyjamas. 

Riley's expression softened as they curled up and rested their head against the back of the sofa, smiling as Cassie pressed a soft kiss to their forehead, "You're too good to me, you know that?" 

Cassie winked playfully. "Well, someone has to keep you from making reckless choices, right?" 

#snz #snzkink #snzfic #snzblr #f/f snz #f/f snzfic #r + c #snzario #snz kink #lesbian snz

[aziraphales-library]

Hullo!! can I ask fan fics that are meet cutes? i can't find any. Thank you sm!!!!

Hi! Oh, i adore a good meet cute. There is a tag on ao3 and I’ve created a meet cute + Aziraphale/Crowley search for you here, so feel free to drive in! For now, here are a few of my favourite meet cutes...

A Matching Pair Of Fools by ineffablefool (T)

This was foolish, the whole idea was foolish, and Aziraphale himself was the greatest fool of all. Oh, he knew his sister meant well, but what she apparently didn't understand was that Aziraphale was difficult. He was difficult to love, to even tolerate, with his very particular standards on everything from attire to zebra crossings. To expect a stranger to overlook all of that…

(Human AU. Pre-blind-date anxiety followed by Lots Of Soft.)

The Angel and The Holy Thorn by Z A Dusk (G)

Aziraphale has been in Glastonbury for five years but finds himself wondering if he’ll ever find what he’s searching for. Or even figure out what he’s searching for.

His neighbour Anthony has been in Glastonbury for six months and is about to open his new venture - The Holy Thorn restaurant. He loves the town but is having trouble finding his way.

When both men have a frustrating Christmas Eve, a chance collision leads to new connections. Perhaps this will be a happy new year after all?

Trapped by AppleSeeds (T)

When the power goes out, Aziraphale finds himself trapped in an ATM vestibule at the bank with only stunningly handsome model Anthony Crowley for company.

(Basically just a Good Omens version of the trapped in an ATM vestibule scene from the power cut episode of Friends)

Raspberry Ripple by FeralTuxedo (T)

Every afternoon, a man in a velvet waistcoat sits on the bench by the stone fountain and eats ice cream. Every afternoon, Crowley watches him from his office window. One day, he’ll pluck up the courage to talk to him.

Of Boxes, Boas, and Bastards by HKBlack (M)

When Crowley's friend, Anathema, sent an SOS text to help her classmate stealth move out of the place he shares with his seriously shitty (soon to be ex-)boyfriend, he didn't expect to catch feels for an angel. But then, he's always moved too fast. Good thing the angel is interested in keeping pace.

Or in other words,

A meet cute in which Crowley's a disaster, Aziraphale's a bastard, and Anathema's regretting introducing the two of them to one another.

the devil and the deep blue sea by Waywarder (M)

Look, Crowley didn’t have anything really against Pride Night. For starters, he was gay. Flaming like anything, even. But big, happy, in-your-face parties celebrating love and togetherness…

Yeah, not as much his thing. Doesn’t really matter why.

Also:

“And what the fuck does being gay have to do with fish?” Crowley demanded, a bit quieter this time, as a new, already-wasted guest stumbled up to the bar and ordered two tequila shots.

While tending bar for Pride Night at the aquarium (fuck his life), Crowley wanders off in the hopes of seeing some actual fish. What he finds is altogether more wonderful.

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #human au #meet cute #getting together #mod faves #mod d

[zeltqz]

I felt this needed to be sent as an ask. I know it's one of the hardest things to do (writing when your motivation is weighing) but you have to try your best NOT to listen to them (those who keep asking for updates with no consideration of what it's like for the author). Pressure ain't doing nothing but motivating negativity. I know the guilt, I've been there. At the end of the day I gave what I could and the fic ended up being discontinued a month ago. I permanently quit writing because I felt it was so overwhelming and stressful despite being something I absolutely love doing, I just couldn't take knowing people waited for my updates, I was disappointing them and that disappointed me. Talk about depression. Writers depression is very real. So eventually I unpublished my wattpad fics, deleted all my Tumblr fics, and stayed a silent reader, I wrote short poems or small works here and there for my private instagram, just whenever I felt like it. I honestly thought it was permanent. Until a friend of mine started writing which sparked my interest in it again. So I restarted my blog a couple days ago. Gave thought to what it was I wanna write and how I want this blog to be different. Atm I'm barely writing, I started 3 fics last week yet they remain in my drafts untouched with no further progress. But I can honestly say the nonchalance and freedom I have is quite nice, I try to write here and again. Or even if a single sentence or dialogue comes to mind I note it down, that gave life to another sentence and another and another until I put it together and it formed about a decent paragraph.. I'M RAMBLING. I lost track of what I was supposed to say. I don't even know the main point of this story. Forgive me. But seriously, the best advice I can give is to unburden yourself before you drown. Literally. Write what you want when you can, your wips, don't delete them!! I promise you some time later you'll definitely be inspired for them again. And when u do you'll be able to literally write more for it!! I have an idea from 2 yrs ago and it's pretty decent, with some editing it could be even better. So please don't delete them 😭😭 and don't let people push you to update. You can if you can and You can't if you can't!!! I'm here if you need any help 🙏🏻 I noticed that talking about your writing with someone who reciprocates your energy can ignite a full on passionate conversation that will lead to creating quality work!! Like new ideas or even roots to go for old works.. It's a good way to keep the motivation flowing when you're running thin 🤍🤍🤍

this is honestly the sweetest piece of advice soeone ever gave me. its so detailed and relatable too because i used to be a wattpad writer back in 2021 and then ppl kept on asking for update update update and it was so stressful so I just logged out of the account and to this day i havent logged back in 😭😭

as someone who used to be a silent reader i understand the frustration of needing an update. dont get me wrong i understand. i used to feel that exact way because fics were my only source of happiness at one point in my life when everything was shitty. but now im actually writing them, i know why some writers dont want to update so fast because its so much pressure when theres 5-6 ppl in ur inbox asking for update update update

ik how hard it is to finish a story but also how desperate it can get for the readers waiting for said update. which is the reason im constantly trying to keep writing but now i feel like i just cant. im such a perfectionist i dont post anything i dont feel is my best but rn i feel like none of my works are and its making me slack a lot and i feel like if i dont stop feeling this way then i might stop writing as a whole because its making me frustrated

writing genuinely makes me happy bc i feel like its an escape from reality (which i desperately need bc i hate my life) but i cant write good enough which is making me annoyed because i need that reality escape sooooo bad

and the reason i asked yesterday which fics of mine were peoples favourites, most of them were the series that i had deleted from my page because i reread them and hated it so bad. now im rewriting it but with this lack of motivation its one of the hardest things ive had to do in a while

and i barely talk to ppl about my fics because idk i barely recieve comments about them except for PT 2 PLS. like as much as i would LOVE to write part 2 3 4 5 6 7 etc its not motivating enough since i dont have anyone motivating me to write.

ugh this is a lot i dont except anyone to read this but THANKS FOR THE ASK <3

#why do i love to add unnecessary problems to my life #then dedicate myself to solve them #then get sad when i fail #but im too deep in to just give up #i dont wanna deactivate either that solves nothing and itd make me sad #UGH

[misscrawfords]

3, 9, and 27 for the ask game? :)

Answering this before you go on hiatus!

3. on a scale of 1-10 how much do you enjoy incorporating romance into the average story?

10! It's actually something I've been struggling with. So, to me, romance is almost synonymous with writing. It's basically impossible for me to imagine writing a story in which a romantic arc wasn't at least a major subplot. Partly for romantic reasons, partly simply to use it as a vehicle for character development and exploration. But recently (by which I mean the last 3-4 years lol) I've been really struggling to write anything romantic. Firstly, I've been very self-absorbed for various reasons so any attempt at creating a romantic story has ended up being a kind of self-insert standin for my own life and feelings. But because it's about me, I can find no way to give it a happy ending and the whole thing ends up being just a bit sad and frustrating and also really unoriginal in terms of character and plot. Secondly, I've lost so much confidence - my inability to form a romantic connection IRL has bled over into fiction. I noted that none of my RP characters ever successfully had a romance - various reasons for that but I end up feeling like they're unlucky because I'm incapable. And then I feel like I don't even know how to do it in fiction and I can't write anything. And because everything I write contains romance, I... can't write anything. And then I try to consider a story without romance and I really struggle just as I am struggling to come to terms with my own life without romance. Recently I've started to have a few ideas again, but I'm very far off from being able to write anything. It's all... well, a bit sad really, and indicative of a lot of things IRL that I'm trying to work on atm.

9. in an ideal world where you’re already super successful and published, would you want to see a tv or movie adaptation of your work? why or why not?

I would absolutely 100% love that. I mean, it's the dream, isn't it? Some of my stories would work better than others as adaptations and I have ideas for TV shows themselves. What a dream! And lbr, if I was in this position, I would a) push to have some level of creative control over the show so that I can influence things like casting but also b) sell it for lots of money and then accept it's going to be potentially crap and just wash my hands of it because hahaha I've got a Netflix deal! Sorry not sorry!!

27. do you share rough drafts or do you wait until it’s all polished? 28. And who do you share them with?

Well. In a sense, anything I post is a rough draft in that it hasn't undergone rigorous editing and I'm posting chapter by chapter. When I was writing a lot of Downton fanfic, I shared a lot of earlier drafts with my friend Claire and we betaed for each other a bit. I haven't otherwise had a writing relationship so what gets posted is the first anyone sees of it, apart from maybe teaser extracts.

[breathplayed]

12 - do you ever have trouble focusing on writing? how do you get around that? 

I need tips! xD

YES i have severe adhd it's been real fun trying to function in a society

what i do (some tips are replicable maybe some r not lol):

write when i Want to.... ofc this urge doesnt always strike, sometimes u do have to go force urself through a block, but i will listen to a fic playlist or daydream about the fic and it will make me Want to write down what im thinking about. having that actual desire helps lol. bc then, even if my brain is having trouble focusing My Heart/Dick still want to write so im more likely to keep pushing instead of give up

borderline sensory deprivation honestly, i can't listen to music or watch tv or anything when i write or read or think, so i blast white noise in my headphones and get completely sucked into the doc lol

i make a separate desktop on macbook that is just two windows, the fic outline on the left and the doc or writing program on the right. that way if i go to open a tab to google something for the fic i dont see other windows/tabs of Fun Stuff i was doing before that might distract me lol

i use the Forest extension with all social media blacklisted so that when my attention wanders and i open a tab to go to twitter or whatever by muscle memory, the extension puts me back in my place with the big "Ur gonna kill ur tree if u proceed" screen and im like "UUUGGHHHH thats right im supposed to be writing FIINEEE ill go back"

know when and how to give up..... sometimes writing rly isnt working but it's still good to try, if the words arent coming out right i try to settle for like. ok well i'll open the outline and i'll read over that, or reread earlier part of fic, to see if it reinspires me. if its really not working (if ur too tired/frustrated that will show in the writing style ukno) ill at least add bullet points of what the next parts of the scene should be. maybe i dont feel like writing fancy pretty sentences right now, but i can come back tomorrow and see the quick idea i jotted down on what i was thinking of doing next and that gives me a good jumping-off point

it helps to have external accountability!!!! write with a friend holding each other to a certain time period of Working on it, or just open a sprint site that has a global sprint bc then u can see other ppl working and it feels like ur racing them. body doubling with adhd helps with this too, if u go to a cafe/library and see others working it keeps u focused (like im not gonna open youtube and start watching some stupid shit with others able to see over my shoulder, im gonna Open My Doc)

this last point is only applicable if u have a stimulants prescription for adhd (or buy it somewhere i guess lol) but i definitely am 20-1000x more productive when i take my meds. the hyperfocus is way easier to kick into. sometimes when i pop my silly lil pill i can write like 4-7k average in a 3 hour sitting

Best of luck... Never give up........ also helps i think to pay attention to what conditions work for u and replicate them, like where u write best!! last summer i got one of them fancy clicky raised key keyboards + a riser for my laptop and that made typing fun, ill probably return to it eventually i just have it packed away atm

#ask game #writing tag

[gayveganfashionstudent]

I know I'm not perfect but I truly try my hardest. I don't have anything more to give to the universe. Please can I be provided for. Please can things align for me. I've been given many blessings, I have had a good life. I feel greedy for asking for more. But I need more help. I have reached out. I do all the things that are meant to help.

Journalling

Yoga

Whole foods

Mindfulness

Walks

Getting into nature

Talking to friends

Reaching out

Avoiding toxicity

Avoiding alcohol, nicotine and caffiene

Sleeping more

Positive mindset

I truly do try but it isn't enough. I need something to change. Why can't I be peaceful? It's so frustrating and embarrassing. I can't lose more friends and family from isolation. I cant do more damage to my body. I can't lose more time to being sad.

Best case scenario for me atm is hopefully getting through this degree but who knows. Getting a cleaning job. I just want a flat that has access to outdoor space. Hopefully still be in touch with a couple friends/family. That's all I want atm. I can't see anything better for my life. That is what I'll achieve and I'm fairly content with that idea but I'm terrified I won't even be able to achieve that

[crazy-walls]

für die weird questiosn: 3, 4, 6, 7, 13, 15, 21, 36, 39, 40 :)

thank you! c:

3. What is your writing ritual and why is it cursed? - does staring at a blank document until i get distracted by tumblr or my birds count? idk it just happens a lot, i don't have a set ritual ^^

4. What’s a word that makes you go absolutely feral? - I. uhhh. uhm... I genuinely can't think of one rn, sorry ._.

6. What is your darkest fear about writing? - maybe not the darkest but I'm scared of never finishing anything again because almost all of my long-ish stories are unfinished and as I get closer to the end of my young!Cotta AU it gets harder and harder to write

7. What is your deepest joy about writing? - sharing ideas and scenes and vibes that stick with me for weeks or even months with other people and getting to enjoy them experiencing it too! that's why I care so much about comments on my fics, i just love love love talking about characters and plotlines and symbolism with other people!!

13. What is a subject matter that is incredibly difficult for you write about? What is easy? - realistic police proceedings (which I am blessed to be able to ask @daughterofhecata about) and even more so how policemen talk to each other. MAJOR problem atm argh. easy is brooding, overthinking and mentally unstable characters (I wonder why...) ^^"

15. Do you write in the margins of your books? Dog-ear your pages? Read in the bath? Why or why not? Do you judge people who do these things? Can we still be friends? - nope, nope and not really - I sometimes put little notes into my assigned reading in school but don't do that with my normal reading, I don't like dog-earing anything and I don't have a bathtub (when I had one I actually took a book in there with me but my glasses got foggy and I can't really read withouth them ^^); i also don't judge people for doing it cause books usually aren't that "special" (unless you'd like, dog-ear some really rare book or a manuscript but I assume people have more sense than to do that)

21. Could you ever quit writing? Do you ever wish you could? Why or why not? - I don't know. I've thought about quitting several times because the interaction with others is what keeps me going the most and since comments get less and less it's really frustrating at times. I've been at the "what even is the point?!" stage in writing quite a lot, especially since I've started working full time and spend what little free time I have writing so not doing it would mean not spending most of my free time on the PC like I do at work. on the other hand, then I'd never get all these scenes and characters bothering me out of my mind

36. They say to Write What You Know. Setting aside for a moment the fact that this is terrible advice…what do you Know? - I know a lot about really specific little niches in art history (unpainted medieval wood sculptures, Cambodian architecture from 1950-72, ...), the Middle Ages in general and medieval German literature in particular and especially heroic medieval stories - and I love incorporating some of these in my writing! I've actually written quite a few stories that involve art/art history - sadly, silly medieval wannabe-heroes haven't really fit into any story yet but that could be so much fun too ^^

39. What keeps you writing when you feel like giving up? - the characters not shutting the hell up in my head, shiny new ideas that I can latch on to (and to be cheesy on main bc this especially goes for the AU: @daughterofhecata bc of all the support ♥)

40. Please share a poem with me, I need it. - okay, technically this isn't a poem but I'm obsessed with Der Welt Lohn (Verserzählung mit Reimen, das zählt!) and especially the artistic depictions of Frau Welt

#i hope these make sense i'm a bit beside myself rn whoops #thank you v much! #personal #ask game

[natandacat]

Cooking question : how comes that so many people on the Internet are able to cook without measurements or precise cooking times ? I know the day I will have to start to learn to cook I will absolutely need very precise recipes and I already feel so lost

Hi!!!! Cooking question :D So I'm definitely not the best cook, but I'm very decent and do cook every day (when health permits it)

I can give you my perspective as someone who struggles with precise recipes.

Basically it comes down to experience and practice: if you have cooked the same thing 100 times, following exact instructions is gonna be frustrating. It takes a lot of concentration, it might not be the right instructions for your equipment, it might not be working with the exact same ingredients you have on hand. And if you have cooked that thing or similar things 100 times already, you already know most of this! You know it even better because you have adapted to your equipement/ingredients/personal taste.

However if you haven't cooked that thing 100 times, you absolutely do need instructions. That's where exact recipes come in. For example, I never bake (beside bread and other bready stuff) so my cakes are really bad because 1. I don't intuitively know what the batter is supposed to look like so I don't adjust accordingly and 2. Exact recipes are just really hard to follow for me (make my brain hurt). As I make more cakes though, I keep getting better because I'm learning more and more what the batter IS suposed to look like and what that means in terms of ingredients and steps etc. The real reason why my cakes are still bad, is because I genuinely don't love cakes so I never bake them! The one cake I bake every year though, is becoming really fucking good.

So when you see people giving each other what looks to you like vague recipes, you are simply looking at 2 people who already know how to cook similar things and have that frame of reference. You don't have it atm, so look for more precise recipes! People who have been cooking for a long time and are not pros might not be good at giving them to you (because so much of the steps are internalized/changed based on our day to day circumstances, that we don't always know how to reverse engineer that knowledge)

We can try though! Never feel bad about asking specific questions. But what's important is that you remember that along the way, it's important to pay attention to how things look/smell/feel/taste as you follow the instructions, because that's what's gonna teach you how to cook in the long run. If you're too focused on the steps and don't pay attention, you won't be able to improve that recipe in the future. Of course at first it's normal that you will be so focused that you won't be able to pay attention!

Learning how to cook takes a lifetime, so don't stress and have fun, as long as it's edible you're not doing anything too wrong (and even if it's inedible it's often a necessary step! My first bread was so awful we threw it away immediately ahah)

If you need ideas for staple things to cook for every day eating, don't hesitate to ask for pointers! I know I tend to just go back to the same basics esp in between groceries when I can't make actual "dishes" (the ones with names lol)

#i am gay i love cooking #asks

[noosesurroundsme]

I hate feeling like this. Irritated everyday. I'm just an angry bitch. Hormonal angry bitch. It's frustrating. Even if everyone knew how I felt and what he did to me, I'm still just the angry bitch. Men are the fucking same.

Somehow I'm the one feeling bad. Yesterday someone from another store came in and kept bothering me about how I looked like something was wrong and kept pushing my buttons so to be funny I scratched my nose with my middle finger. I hate when people keep asking what's wrong and you tell them nothing, and they keep pushing to the point it becomes frustrating. I don't like airing my feelings to people so to get him off my case I did the middle finger thing and he knows me we'll enough that I'm sarcastic and he still took it personally. "Well someone's cranky today." "Tori seem cranky today too you?" The coworker who had no business saying we're doing just fine, said I seemed fine with him. No fucking place to say anything about how I may or may not feel, especially with him.

It's so irritating and infuriating every day to have to act like I'm fine so nothing happens. I am constantly caught between my blood boiling and wanting to call him out for what he did to me but knowing that won't solve anything because all the guys will see it as my fault, and wanting to go to the bathroom to cry and cut. It's draining. I'm exhausted. I'm so sick of feeling how I feel. No one understands it. He certainly doesn't. He doesn't understand why I would be angry with him at work, so I yelled, "you don't understand? You are the one who touched me at work without even asking me how I felt. I have to live with that." He texted me after work saying he's not mad at me. He had no idea that it still bothered me. He thought we moved past it. HE THOUGHT ALL WAS FINE. FINE. ITS ALL FINE. I want to know how he can be so oblivious. Is this gaslighting? Because that's how I feel. I have been biting my tongue for months. Trying to avoid him. Talking to him the least amount possible. How CAN YOU TELL ME THAT YOU THOUGHT WE MOVED PAST IT WHEN YOU ARE THE ONE WHO ASSULTED ME IN THE WORKPLACE. YOUR OPINION OF HOW I FELT SHOULD BE IN QUESTION BECAUSE YOH THOUGHT MY PLATONIC FEELINGS AND MY ASEXUAL SELF HAD ANY FEELINGS FOR YOU. You didn't even bother to ask me. You started feeling under my bra. You started feeling under my underwear. You put your hands under my MANY LAYERS. I am simply trying to work with you because I care too much about my bosses sanity over my own. I'm the one not eating. Every day I have to deal with it. I am trying so hard to let it go but I am becoming more bitter, more angry, more depressed, more anxious. I RELAPSED ON OVER A YEAR OF NOT CUTTING BECAUSE KF YOU. The one victory I had made got taken away. Everyone at work gets to call me names because to them I'm just a hormonal angry bitch who needs to be fired. I am losing my sanity. I'm losing the respect of everyone around me. My mental health is in the toilet. I can't even get out of bed anymore. But we've moved past it.

I'm just sick of it. My friend told me last night when she stopped by to stop minimizing how I feel. I can't. Why do I feel so guilty for just existing in my workplace or in any space. I just want to live my life but I feel like a magnet to shitty people who take advantage of me. I put up so many walls to keep myself from being hurt by people and being vulnerable but somehow they still find a way to take advantage of my presence. This is why I don't like people. This is why I don't have friends. I have to wall off my entire life into my room, my Camaro, this fucking hellsite. I can't trust anyone. Do little and go nowhere to have any kind of fun time because I'm too afraid something will happen to me. I can't even go to work. I can't go to the bank since last year without checking my mirrors, turning the music off, and locking my doors at the ATM. I don't enjoy any activity where there are people. I don't go shopping even though I need clothes and makeup refills because I am constantly looking over my shoulder. I haven't had a good femme day in such a long time. I would give anything to be able to have a good day where I can put some makeup on, wear a cute outfit and bum around shopping but I don't allow myself to do any of it unless someone is with me. I can't keep living like this. I'm so fucking exhausted.

#tw assault #tw sh #I'm a pos #if my life is a compass it's permanently stuck on going south

[the-bitch-mob]

fuck it. be creative even if you never really *make* anything. write out plot synopses of stories and then move on. design OCs you'll never use. make mood boards and concept art and don't do anything with them. life's too short to forget everything that inspired you and creation doesn't have to be "complete" to be worth the time you put into it.

#shush darren #creative writing #inspiration #writing reference #been without my meds for a while so my brain is cranky #it only wants to brainstorm and not actually make anything #but I have to remind myself that that's ok! #even if it's frustrating that I can't do anything with my ideas atm #there may come a time later where these plot bunnies inspire me further #but more importantly #it feels good to create

[running-with-kn1ves]

Hihi! If you are taking requests...Would it be possible to have a touched-starved yandere begging you for attention? Like, "I will do anything for you" puppy type of begging? Feel free to make it as yandere as you want of course!

Love your stories and characters so so much.

(if u don't like the scenario then pls ignore I love your stories either way 😅)

I really liked this idea! Honestly, probably one of my favorite yandere tropes. This was a lot of fun to write :D Also thank you!! I know my writing power may be burning out atm, but I am so happy with all these interesting requests and ideas thrown my way :))

Possessive! M Yandere X GN Reader

TW: Gaslighting, yandere/abusive themes, violent behavior, blood and bruises mentioned.

"Heyyyy." 

To say the loud moaning was noticeable, is an understatement. 

"Hey doc."

It kept calling your name, that frustrating voice of a ghost.

"Doc c'mere I'm calling you dammit!"

Well, what you wished was a ghost. Instead, it was an unavoidable situation-- a person who made you want to tear out your hair. Making a loud noise of disgust, you responded with frustration.

"I'm not your doctor. What the hell do you want?"

It took all your energy to not stick your hands on your hips and glare at the bleeding man.

He whimpered, his own frustration showing. 

"You won't pay attention to me! I'm bleedin' here and you don't even care!"

You sighed, taking a tissue and walking over to the tattered delinquent. 

"No, I don't care. Because this is the third damn fight you've gotten into this month. Dammit Keon do you ever listen?"

You grunt out of anger, shoving the tissue and pinching onto his nose.

"Blow." 

Keon does as you say, blood dripping onto the white sheet.

"It's not like I do it on purpose..." He says with feigned remorse, barely above a whisper.

"Well it certainly feels like you do. Just because I'm helping the nurses to get some extra credit, doesn't mean you can waltz in here!" 

You grasp your temples, massaging them for some peace. Throwing the dirtied tissue in the trash, you move to grab more bandages and antiseptic. 

"C'mere." Keon says, waving his hand for you to come closer.

You smack your head with your palm, ready to strangle the offender. 

"I know I know just come here." He says, acknowledging your distress.

Walking over to the bed he laid upon, you awaited his interaction. 

Taking your hand, he plays with your fingers. Keon's own were crushed; red and purple dotted his knuckles, straining at each movement. The tips of his fingers tickled your skin, making each hair stand on end. You sighed at the tenderness, feeling at ease.

"You know I don't get hurt on purpose..." Keon says with a pout, looking down at your hands twisted with his own. "I just wanted to see you. You're hardly in class anymore."

Patting his fingers lightly, you move to ruffle his hair. 

"I know that but this isn't good-- you're causing a ruckus with everyone else by getting into these fights. I even had a professor come in here and question me about it!" 

He groaned, looking away from you, bringing your hands to his chest. Removing one from his grasp you pulled his face back to look over at you. Keon leaned into your cupped hand. He gazed downward, lovestruck on how tenderly you held his black and blue face. 

"I'm just tired. Tired of being worried and seeing how you come in here day after day, in pain." The exhaustion in your voice was easy to detect; you were glad the nurse manager wasn't coming in for a while. It wouldn't be the best sight for her to see two students getting affectionate-- especially when you were supposed to be helping heal him physically, not emotionally. 

Keon didn't reply, instead kissing your palm. 

"So then what should I do?" He muffled into your hand. " If I can't be here like this, how am I supposed to see you?" You could feel something wet dampen your wrist as Keon pressed himself deeper into your limb. 

"I'll do anything." He whispered. 

Exhaling, you hoped he'd accept your response. 

"You'll just have to wait."

You said it as lightly and kindly as you could, as it was the truth. No one else was allowed to be inside the nurses office unless sick or injured. The staff was already full, so there was no available spots for him to become an intern like you.

"....wait?" He said, pulling your arm back down to the bed gently.

"Yes," It sounded like he was finally understanding your point of view. "You can't come in here, especially not on purpose in ways like this, Keon. You need to go to your classes as well. I have special permission to leave, but you're failing. Do you see why I don't want to be the reason for that?"

"You want me to wait? Outside?" He asked, looking at you through the hair falling over his eyes. 

"No Keon." You felt like you were explaining the concept to a child; he didn't listen, nor care for your opposing point of view. "I don't want you to come back here. I want you to focus on your classes-- this is a waste of time, I'll meet you outside of class from now on. Outside of here. Can you understand that?"

He went silent, twisting your arm harshly.

The door Keon shut when limping into the room earlier, seemed more of an ominous choice now. You felt less secure having no one available to witness as he moved closer.

"You want me to leave. You want me to go away so you don't have to ever see me again." Keon pulled you closer to the bed; despite his tired look and bruises, he still had an adequate amount of strength left. 

"I can't believe you.. I come in here to visit you, and you want me out? How selfish!" Keon sounded more hurt than angry at your reply.

If it weren't for the table next to the bed that supported your hand, you would have fallen directly on top of him. Even through drooping, glazed eyes, you saw the dangerous anger bubbling inside of him. 

"No," His voice was harsh, but gradually grew more desperate. " You can't make me leave..  I need you. I need to stay with you." 

Keon's protective stance on your arm loosened, but at the cost of his shaking hand grabbing your collar. His bruised face was mere inches away, the stench of blood and concrete filling your senses. 

The man's eyes went wide, looking feverishly back and forth from your eyes to nose to lips. You struggled against his grasp, feeling uncomfortable and panicked at his reaction. 

"Keon just... fine just let me go." His harsh grip on your shirt left red stains on the soft color, fist trembling against your chest. 

Pulling you roughly, he made your face come into bruising contact; his lips nipped at yours, learning how to kiss them in the right way. You pushed the male back against the leaning bed, his nails digging into your skin, scraping away as you tugged. Long scratch marks were left on your forearm, leaving no remorse. 

Wiping his mouth, Keon looked with slight confidence, a looser grip now on your collar. 

"That wasn't how I wanted our first to go but.. I'll take it." He says with a short laugh. 

You stumbled back a bit, the grip on your shirt faltering. 

"If you didn't struggle so much it could've been nicer." 

Biting back the urge to yell at him, you hoped this was just delirium. He never acted like this; Keon was kind and sweet, you didn't understand where this possessiveness was coming from. 

He moved one of his limp hands over to yours, forcing you to unravel your fingers from clutching the bed sheets. 

"Don't make me go, okay? I don't know what I'll do if I stop seeing you for so long." Keon's voice was sweet and pouty, but from his previous actions, it appeared threatening. 

With a bit of blood that was yet to dry, he drew a small 'K' on the back of your hand.

#yandere #yandere x reader #x reader #yandere boy #yandere male #reader insert #self insert #yandere aesthetic #y/n #nurse office #obsession #lovesick #gn reader #darling #yandere x darling #male x reader #oc #yandere oc #fanfiction #writing #romance #horror #romance horror

[hoodharlow]

Stuck with Nowhere to Go

El Novio Quarantine Edition: Part 1

AN: This is part one of El Novio week and I'm gonna be posting a new part for this mini series everyday until April 17. Thank you to everyone that has been supporting me and following Cal and Claudia's story. I love y'all so mucha nd hope y'all enjoy this.

Requested?

Warnings: smut, brief quarantine talk, a small arguement. and overall Claudia being h word for Cal

Word Count: 3.1 k

Calum gently pushed Claudia against the mattress, getting in a more comfortable position as they devoured each other. With one hand balancing himself, so he wouldn't squish Claudia, he used the other to unbutton the flannel she wore. He slid his hand inside her shirt and gave her breast soft squeeze before sliding down to her soaked-through panties.

Frustrated with his teasing touches, Claudia tried to roll him onto the mattress. But he wouldn't budge.

"Cal," She whined against his lips, jutting her hips against his to feel some sort of relief.

"Pretty girl, I know, but your parents are across the hall." Calum mumbled before kissing down her neck.

"It's been three weeks. Please," She sighed. "I'll be quiet."

"Fine, but you have to be quiet. For our sake." She eagerly nodded at him before he continued. "I'm only going to eat you out okay?"

"But—"

"Later okay? When we get to our house, you can have your way with me. I promise." He held out his pinky to her.

"Okay." She pouted, wrapping her pinky around his.

Calum sat on his knees and slipped off his shirt. He tossed it to the side before towering over her once more. A giggle escaped Claudia when he sponged kisses all over her face.

Having enough of his teasing, she pulled his lips back to hers. She wrapped her leg over his waist, helping her stay balanced as she grinded herself against him. Claudia was basking in having the upper hand that she didn't feel Calum's fingers slip in her panties.

He skillfully slipped his ring and middle fingers in her, causing her to loudly gasp and stop all her moments.

"What's wrong, pretty girl?" He whispered in her ear, making her whine. “Want these off?” Calum asked her, toying with the waistband of her panties.

“Please.” She nodded eagerly. He gently patted her ass so she could lift her hips up.

Once Calum slipped her panties off, he situated himself in front of her core. “All this for me pretty girl?” Calum asked. He placed soft kisses on the insides of her thighs. She squirmed at the feeling of his lips. They got closer and closer to where she needed him the most.

She let out an inaudible gasp of pleasure when Calum licked her. She tried closing her legs, but Calum’s grip on them kept her in place. He softly moaned at her taste and savored her, taking his time with his tongue. He pushed one of her legs to her chest, giving him better access to her.

He inserted another while he pressed his thumb on her clit. Claudia felt something build up in her. She felt pleasantly overwhelmed with Calum’s fingers and tongue. Calum felt it too. He sped up his fingers and circled his thumb on her clit roughly.

She moaned out, not caring who heard her, but he grabbed a pillow and covered her face. Calum lapped up her release. He dropped her legs down and laid next to her.

“Happy album release day,” Claudia whispered excitedly after catching her breath.

He grumbled his response, making her giggle. He rolled to his side and traced his thumb under her bottom lip, giving her a quick peck. He got up to the bathroom to finish himself off, but Claudia had other ideas.

“No, let me,” Claudia said. She sat up and pulled him back by the waistband of his boxers. She brightly up at him, with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Se me antoja un chorizo.”

“The kitchen is downstairs, Claudia.” He told her prying her hands off him.

“Cal, please let me suck your dick.” She fake cried.

“No, go get ready. We were supposed to be on the road by now. But someone doesn’t know how to keep her hands to herself.” He said before closing her bathroom door. He popped his head out once more. “You better be ready when I’m done.”

***

Calum watched Claudia skip down the steps of Ashton's house when it finally hit him. The last he saw her wear the dress she currently wore was when they went to Coachella the year before. It was probably his favorite dress on her, even if he's only seen her in it once.

"That's the last of them." Claudia said sliding onto the passenger seat. She has baked 'CALM' cakes for the guys in their favorite flavors along with sugar cookies shaped in their initials and in their instruments.

She took off her mask and reached for her now watered down iced coffee. She made a face and set it down in the cup holder. "This is nasty. I fucking hate almondmilk." she mumbled before taking another sip.

"Why are you still drinking it?"

"I have to finish it. It was like five bucks."

Calum shook his head, hiding his smile. He reached for his army green Hydro Flask and took a long sip of water. He capped it and started the car. Pulling the car into reverse, he gripped Claudia's head rest a little tighter as he felt her gaze on him. As he got out of the spot, he watched Claudia shift around in her seat.

"You really have a parallel parking kink." Calum laughed as they left Ashton's neighborhood.

"I do not." Claudia scoffed, crossing her arms.

"Keep telling yourself that. Your tits don't lie." He said, pinching one of her nipples. She smacked his hand away as he checked that there weren't any cars before turning into the main road.

"The AC isn't even on so can't say you're cold."

"Whatever."

Calum shook his head and drove to the nearest Target. When they got there, Claudia grabbed a homemade disinfectant wipe from her bag and cleaned their cart. They went straight to the electronics section so Calum could get a record player for the live stream later in the evening. The needle broke in the one he had and since Ashton demanded that they play the album in vinyls, he had to get a new record player.

Claudia took the cart after he placed the record player in the shopping cart. She still felt awkward shopping for pads in front of him. They agreed to meet in the alcohol aisle after she hopefully found some pads. Tampons weren't an option. Pandemic or not, the only thing she was having inside of her was Calum.

“They may not have toilet paper but least they have White Claws.” Calum told Claudia as two boxes, one of only black cherry flavor and the other variety pack because Claudia only drank tangerine flavor.

"I managed to get one thing of pads, so it's something." She told him, covering the pads with the other groceries. "I'm just lucky my period ended last week. I have a month to worry about getting more. You have dog food right? Because there's none in the aisles."

"Yeah, bought some when we got back from Medelyn's baby shower, water and toilet paper too." He nodded his head over to the shopping cart. "Is that everything? And what your parents needed too?"

Claudia looked over their shopping cart. It wasn't much but it was enough since the stores set limits on how much to buy because of the lack of ability to restock.

"I think we're good. If we need something we can drive back and steal from Ashton's garden." she joked.

While they waited in line, Claudia thought about how quick her life changed in less than two weeks. Her landlord practically kicked her, Dulce and Sara out and wanted them out by the time spring break started because of mandatory stay at home orders. She was lucky though. Calum took her in and for the meantime she was going to live with him. Though just last week Diego told her to come home. It took her a lot of convincing, but Calum ended up going with her too.

"Your total is $132.76." the cashier told them.

Claudia was barely pulling out her card as Calum scanned his phone in front of the pin pad. He thanked them and nodded Claudia to keep up.

"We agreed that I was going to pay groceries since you don't let me pay for anything else." She told him as he put the groceries in his car.

"I didn't agree to shit." He furrowed an eyebrow.

"Yuh-huh you nodded and waved me off."

He stayed silent, trying to remember if he did. Then it hit him. "Was it when we ordered Mikko's? Because I thought you meant you were paying for that."

"Of course you did, your cheap ass doesn't pay for sushi." she mumbled to herself. "Well I'm paying for groceries from now on."

"I don't like it when you spend money for us when I can pay for them. Especially now that we're both basically jobless. You need that money for school, Claudia." Calum said as they pulled up to the In-N-Out drive thru across the street from Target.

"And I don't like you paying for things that I can afford too." She argued back, but Calum ignored her since he was ordering their lunch.

He had his card ready to pay so there was no way that he was going to let her pay. When he reached the window the computer crashed and they were only accepting cash. Claudia pulled out a twenty, knowing that Calum never carries cash on him unless they're outside of California. He begrudgingly took it and gave it to the cashier.

***

Claudia considered herself a patient person. An elderly person taking their time in front of the ATM, no problem. Her getting cut in line at Starbucks because she was answering a text from Calum and not paying attention to the line, not an issue. Where she did lose her patience was when she would get stuck in traffic.

“The San Ysidro border is faster than this.” Claudia groaned, dropping in her seat after poking her head out of the sun roof.

“Well we would have avoided traffic if someone didn’t need to go back our place to get a fucking coloring book.” Calum muttered under his breath.

He had enough of her complaining. Ever since he got on the I5, that’s all she’s been doing. They’ve been stuck for over four hours and it was just her mumbling over and over how she would rather be waiting to cross the border than be stuck in the freeway. Even Claudia during her period was less irritable than this. Before she could get a word in, he turned up the volume on the true crime podcast they were listening to.

Ironically it was about a couple where the girlfriend murdered her boyfriend and disposed of his body by a lake in the very same freeway they were on.

Calum glanced over to Claudia. She was curled up, leaning against the window playing tetris on her phone. He rotated his neck and hands in hopes that he loosened up, but nothing worked. He knew he shouldn't have said that to her. It wasn't her fault that there was traffic.

"Cal…" Claudia said quietly, reaching down to lower the volume.

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't be getting all irritated when I was the one who suggested that you take me back to your house. Because of me we're stuck in traffic and—"

"Claudia, you have nothing to apologize for. You're not the one who caused the traffic. If someone should be apologizing, it should be me. I'm just stressed out because of the album dropping tonight and I'm taking my nerves out on you. So I'm sorry for being a fucking cunt."

"Apology accepted." she giggled.

Claudia leaned over the center console and kissed his cheek. Slowly, she descended down to his neck And sucked under his jaw, making him jerk the car.

"Ashton needs me alive for at least tonight." Calum said, gently prying her off of him. He adjusted his shorts and looked toward the road.

Not even five minutes later, Claudia was toying with a loose string on Calum's shorts. Her hand occasionally bumped into his crotch. Wordlessly she unbuckled her seatbelt and tried reaching for her purse in the backseat. It gave Calum a great view of the nude lace panties she wore.

Before he tried anything, she sat back down and pulled out some nail clippers. Claudia bent over the center console once more and clipped the string with them. She rubbed his thigh and laid her head in the console. Her fingertips deftly smoothed down his leg hairs.

"What are your thoughts on road head?" Claudia asked. She tiptoed her fingers up his thigh, slowly inching to semi hard on.

"I don't know, never thought about it." He answered her, swallowing hard with his gaze glued on the road.

"Really? Like you never thought of me choking on your dick while you're driving?" She pushed herself up from the console and sat criss-cross applesauce. "I have. The thought of you guiding my mouth over your dick surrounded by other cars, clueless to what we're doing. All I have to say is thank fuck for your tinted windows."

He watched from the corner of his eye. She had pulled down her dress, exposing her breasts and her panties were on the dash. One of her hands disappeared under her dress while the other was tweaking her nipples. She whimpered Calum's name loudly as her fingers sped up.

Calum pulled her hand away and licked her fingers cleaned. He slipped his and continued where she left off. With one hand on the steering wheel he brought her to her orgasm. Her hips chased his fingers as he stopped thrusting them in her and only rubbed her clit. Once her high relaxed, he slipped his fingers out of her and licked them.

He pumped a quarter size amount of hand sanitizer in his hand, cleaning his hands, and kept driving.

He looked over to Claudia and smirked. "Thank fuck for tinted windows, huh Claudia."

***

Claudia was bundled up in her room so she wouldn’t disrupt Calum during the livestream. She went downstairs to get her water and a snack after hearing 'Not in the Same Way.' She bumped into Calum in the kitchen, who was getting another White Claw.

"Hey," she said kissing his cheek.

"Miss you." Calum said in between kisses.

Before she said anything, Michael's yelling that he was a pickle echoed through the kitchen. Calum gave her a look and went back to the living room. Duke tried getting on the couch but failed.

"I leave for a fucking second and you're a fucking pickle." Calum said, trying his best not to laugh.

He picked up Duke and sat him in his lap. Panchito wandered over and hopped on the couch and used Duke's bed as a pillow.

"Uh… this is Panchito. He's the Santos' family dog." Calum said introducing the blue heeler puppy to the 40 thousand people watching. "He's about four months old and just sleeps all day with Duke."

The livestream went on until Michael's phone died and Calum continued with Luke. But just before Michael signed off, he thanked Claudia for making the CALM cakes and cookies. Calum struggled a bit to get Luke connected, but he managed once Claudia hopped in and showed him how. He gave her a sheepish thank you and watched her curl up on the opposite end of the couch.

At some point during Calum and Luke's segment, they strayed off their music and discussed cake flavors. When Claudia heard Luke say that he's not a big fan of red velvet cake, she bit back her comment about Luke eating a few slices of red velvet cake at Calum's birthday party the year before. If Claudia knew how to do one thing, that's bake a good red velvet cake.

By the time Calum finished the livestream and his phone call with Luke, Claudia had fallen asleep. He signaled the dogs to follow him outside so they can do their nightly business before going to bed. He guided them back to their respective kennels and secured the doors, so they couldn't escape to go ruin Soni's plants.

"Claudia," Calum said softly. He gently nudged her awake. "Let's go upstairs."

"Fuck, did I fall asleep?" she asked, rubbing her eyes.

"Yeah, surprisingly since you took about four naps today." he teased her.

"Oh shush." she grumbled, folding the blanket she covered herself with.

They quietly went to the guest room where Calum was sleeping to watch a movie. Not even fifteen minutes into the movie, Claudia and Calum were devouring each other. Her hand lazily stroked his length through his sweats as Calum's hands ran over her thighs and ass.

"We should get on the floor, the bed squeaks too much." Claudia said when pulled away from Calum to take off her hoodie.

She got off from the bed and grabbed a duvet from the closet and laid it on the floor. She grabbed some of the decorative pillows and arranged them neatly so they could lay on them. Calum followed suit and shedded off his sweater and sweatpants. He laid back on the duvet and took in Claudia. She sat in his lap in nothing but a light grey bralette and matching panties she got at Aerie. It wasn't an overall sexy set, but it still sent him spiralling.

She leaned down and captured Calum's lips with hers. He let out an incoherent grumble as Claudia rocked her hips against his cock. He slowly inched his hands up her thighs, feeling his way around until he found her ass. He roughly gripped her ass and began guiding her along his clothed cock.

“Can you fucking wait?” Claudia giggled, pulling away from his lips. She sat back up on his lap and took off her bralette. “I wanna take care of you.”

“I don’t want you to.” He said.

“You better remember that the next time you get a stomach ache for eating too many chilaquiles.”

Claudia drummed his chest and got up from the floor. She reached for Calum’s hoodie and tied her hair in a bun.

“Where are you going?” Calum asked her confused.

“You don’t want my help, so I don’t see what I’m doing here.” She shrugged.

She grabbed her phone from the nightstand and gave him a small salute before leaving his room. She waited outside, knowing he was going to go after her. A few seconds later he opened the door and pulled her inside.

“I’m kidding, I need you.” Calum said peppering kisses all over her face.

“That’s what I thought.” She said, triumphantly. She got down on her knees and tugged down Calum’s sweats. She licked her lips and looked up at him. “Now let me show you how proud I am of your album.”

“What would you rank it?”

“Definitely one of your top four.”

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[dimpledlavendeer]

This is a bit long and suggestive

I can't belive this is what I'm imagining in my exam week but he's Lee Heeseung after all isn't he 😩🖤

Making out with a Jealous Heeseung

Ft.Jay and Minhee from cravity

Jay invited you both to one of this fancy night club kind of place

Heeseung definitely didn't want to go

You had to convince him because it was important for Jay, plus all the other boys were going so it would be rude not to go

You two started getting ready to meet with the others at the club

You wore something like this, not too revealing

Heeseung was not the type of boyfriend to get involved with the way you dress, he always admired and praised your beauty so you were comfortable with anything you wear

When you were finally ready, you go down stairs to meet a grumpy Heeseung

A playful smile formed on his face when he saw you

"It's still not too late to spend the night for ourselves baby"

"We talked about this Heeseung, we can come home early but we should be there"

He sighed deeply "Fine"

You gave him a peck on the lips and turn around to go get your jacket but he held you from your waist

"You look amazing" he said in a whispering tone

You placed your hands around his neck "I always do"

He was in love with your confident figure even tho it's not always the way your are but once you are he found it incredibly attractive

Your hands were playing with the ends of his long black hair, slowly getting closer to him

His grip on your waist were getting even tighter, his eyes focused on your lips while he was licking his

You loved to see your affect on him with a simple movement but you didn't have time for a make out right now

So you just kissed his cheek before saying "You have to be a bit patient tonight"

The expression on his face changed drastically as he frustratedly said "You're so freaking cruel"

The way he looked so cute while saying this made you giggle which made him groan in frustration

You hold him from his neck to give him another small peck on the lips, this time he hold your face

"Kiss me right" he commanded before smashing his lips into yours

One of his hands was holding your face so that he could kiss you the way he wanted

and the other one was trailing down to your waist

When he teasingly bite on your lower lip you let out a little whine, gripping on his shirt

He tilted your head to a side to reveal your neck to him

He was leaving wet kisses everywhere, making you completely forget about going out to meet with others

When he started sucking on your skin, your head managed to start functioning and remembering that you're being late

"P-please, we have to go" you said breathing heavily

"They can wait for a bit longer" he said definitely not caring about anything else but you atm

You managed to hold his chin to make him look at you

His black hair was a bit messy now but that looked even better, his dark eyes were looking into yours with anticipation while his hand on your waist was gripping you tighter than ever

He was needy right now and it looked great on him

"We have to go" you said kissing him once more

He fixed your hair and wipe your lipstick away from his lips before saying "You owe me a night"

You giggled and kissed his neck before fixing your make up to go out

After you arrived at the place the others were, you get inside holding Heeseung's hands

It didn't take long for you guys to find Jay, he hugged you both before showing you the way to meet the rest of the boys

It was so loud and filled with people, everyone was dancing like crazy,, everyone was drunk

It felt so unfamiliar to you but Hee wasn't looking affected at all

Jay and Hee were talking about something and it looked serious considering the way they talked even with this music blasting out

Jay took you to a place with less people at least there were places to sit now

Whatever they were discussing about was serious so Heeseung told you to sit there and wait for him for a while, before following Jay

You were sitting alone, with a couple of people next to you but definitely not as crowded as the previous place

Your eyes were on your phone so that you could answer when Hee calls to not worry him

When you lift your head from your phone you saw a glass of drink and a smiling face in front of you

"Minhee?"

"Hey y/n"

"Oh my God Kang Minhee?! What are you doing here?!"

You were so surprised to see one of your friends from high school at a freaking night club

"As you can see I'm working as the hot bartender ;)" he was looking almost the same as before but more handsome

You giggled at his words, "I always knew you were the club boy anyways" you said

He laughed at your words "Look who's talking club girl" he said winking at you

"It's been so long since the last time I can't belive we met like this" you said

"Well time did you good" he said smiling "You look amazing"

You smiled back, "Said the boy crush of the school" you said teasing him

He was one of your closest friends at high school but you guys got drifted away because of his "relationships" with other girls

"Oh so you're still into me huh?" He said smirking

You know he was joking but somehow it made you uncomfortable, thinking about Hee

Yes Minhee was everyone's crush back in the days and yes you two had a history but it was all at past

A broken smile formed on your face remembering of the past, your gaze focus on the glass

When you lifted your head to respond to him your eyes met with your boyfriend's

His strong gaze was focused on you while he was watching you from behind

"Fuck.." you murmured, he probably misunderstood the way you speak with a stranger all giggly and stuff

You watched Heeseung while his jaw was clenching, when Minhee followed your gaze he saw a furious Heeseung looking at you two

"I'll explain to him" Minhee said moving towards Heeseung

You were panicked so you grabbed Minhee from his arm to stop him before realizing you screwed up even more by doing that

Heeseung's gaze fall into your hands on Minhee's arm before he walked towards you

He grabbed you from your arm literally dragging you with him to the exit

He was so damn angry you could see it from his furrowed brows and clenching jaw and you had had no idea how to explain it to him

"Heeseung, please slow down okay?"

No response

"It's not what it looks like istg"

Again no response

"DAMN IT HEESEUNG MY ARM HURTS CAN YOU CALM DOWN?"

He stopped in front of his car opening the door for you

"Get in" he said

"Listen to me Heeseung, please"

He didn't even look at you before going to his side of the car to get in, not repeating himself for you to get in

You did as he said, getting in realizing even more how angry he was

He was just driving without talking, brows furrowed,eyes focused on the road

But the problem is that he was driving so fast and you started to get scared at this point

"We're going so fast" you managed to say in a low tone eyes focused on him

"Mind your own business" he replied back

"Heeseung don't be like this" you said moving towards him

He started to drive even faster at your actions not caring about anything

You were so frustrated because he didn't even listen to you and you had enough

"Slow down" you said raising your tone

He didn't care at all

"ENOUGH" you said grabbing his hand making him pull the car off to the side of the road

He grabbed your hand pulling you close to him, grabbing your hair with his other hand and smashing his lips to yours

Your other hand was in the air not knowing where to land at his sudden action which was not what you were expecting at all

He was kissing you aggressively, tongue inside your mouth like he was discovering somewhere new

He let go of your hand, placing his hand on your throat instead

He bite your lower lip as if he was trying to make it bleed while slightly squeezing your throat with one of his hands

"Get to the backseat" he whispered on your lips, unfastening his belt and yours

You got out of the car, getting to the backseat and him following you

"Sit" he said showing his lap and so you did placing your legs on both sides, sitting on his lap while looking at his eyes

He pushed your hair behind your shoulders, then placing one of his hands back to where it was on your throat

"Minhee huh? Your ex?" He asked teasing while his index finger was playing with your lower lip

"He isn't my ex"

"Hmm" he got closer to lick your lips then pulling off

He wasn't believing you and you honestly had no idea what he was thinking

All you could think was to kiss him and apologize until he forgives you

Your breath was getting heavier at the sight of him looking that good, his sharp features glowing at night

"How can I make myself forgiven?"

"So you admit you flirted with him while i was gone"

"No, I wasn't he is one of my old friends from high school"

"Which you have a past with" he added to your words

"I-"

"Shhhh" he said cutting you his index finger pressed on your lips, while his other hand was moving down to your ass

He hold your jaw to bring you closer to himself "Make me belive you"

"I'll do anything"

"Anything?" He asked with a small smirk on his face

"Yes, just tell me anything you want please Heeseung"

"Hmmm"

"I'm loyal only to you" you said kissing him, closing the gap between your bodies

He kissed you back, hands on your thighs squeezing your flesh and pulling you close even more

A little moan escaped from your mouth to his lips when he grabbed your ass moving his hips under you

You hold onto his neck, his other hand on your hair, tilting your head to a side to make a better way for his tongue to find yours

His small hip movements under you made you crazy with how the way he touched you, more passionate than ever

He moved onto your jawline licking his way down to your neck placing wet kisses before sucking your skin

Your hand sliding into his hair slightly gripping on them before he held your hands and lead them to behind your back, holding with one of his hands not letting you touch him

His other hand was drawing slow, small circles on your back while he was still working on your neck

You were sure everywhere he bites would turn into bruises tomorrow but honestly you just wanted more

His hand on your back, his hips moving under yours, his lips on your neck everything was too perfect

"I'm sorry, I didn't know he would flirt me" you said in a shaky voice

He sucked on your flesh harshly making you whine, making it clear that he was still pissed off

"I only love you, just you" you said voice cracking, because you hated yourself for making him feel this bad

"How much do you love me?" He whispered to your ear

"As much as to do anything you want me to do for you"

"That's daring for you to say considering our situation now y/n" he said moving his hips, pushing you down on his lap

"I mean what I said" you said before leaning in to kiss him

"We'll see" he said caressing your skin, he seemed to belive you but he still needed you to calm him down a bit

"Tell me what to do" you said kissing his nose

"You owed me a night remember? Pay me back once we're home" he said kissing your collarbone before hugging you tightly, face buried on your chest

"Anything for you, Heeseung"

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[silenthearts]

Broken man

I wrote this because I love Spider-Man and the MCU and I thought how amazing Luke would be as Spiderman and yeah ... I'm just living through it atm. This is angsty but also lovely.

I hope you like the idea as much as I do and also , I am willing to expand on this universe if people are interested 😳🥺

Also Luke is the next spider man after Miles Morales in this universe . Enjoy 🙂

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(gif credit to the owner. The account was deactivated 😞)

Luke slowly made his way into his dark room. The window was left open and the summer breeze wafted throughout gently. He tried to get in without making any noise but the open wound on his stomach made him hiss in pain as he stepped through the window seal. He bit his lip and tried to contain a moan of pain from erupting from his chest as you slept comfortably in his bed. 

He took a deep breath and tried to just go through it. He knew his body would heal faster than normal and in a few hours, it would all be nothing but a few bruises, but not even super strength could stop the soreness and the pain shooting through his abdomen. 

The suit was sticky and bloody and it was hurting him more than he cared to admit. His mask was ripped in half and his shoulder had also ripped which annoyed him.

Luke walked into the room on his tippy toes, careful to not wake you but his clumsiness did not go away with his new found powers as he hit the side of his dresser with his hip which made him moan in pain. 

"Luke?" You called out as you sat up in the bed, rubbing the sleep away from your eyes as your heart started to pound in your chest 

"It's me lovely , you're okay…" he reassured as you grabbed your glasses from the nightstand and turned on the lamp which dimly lit up the room. When you could finally see the sight of your broken and beaten boyfriend in front of you , your chest felt heavy and your eyes burned as tears welled up.

"Luke oh my god" you quickly shuffle out of bed to run to your boyfriend. "You're bleeding, what happened? I thought you said it was just a small thing wh-wha.." you talked fast as you grabbed his cheeks in your hands and tried not to cry right there and then, Luke brought his fabric covered hands to yours, bringing them down from his cheeks but not letting go. 

"It.. was , kind of… I didn't want you to worry" he admitted , his voice was low and croaky, he sounded broken. His eyes diverted towards the floor as he tried to avoid your worried gaze. He knows that he is causing you pain, he knows you worry every night if he is ever going to make it home. You didn't deserve this burden and he knew that, but he opted to keep his thoughts to himself and said nothing as you lifted his chin with your finger. 

"What matters is that you're home safe… let's get this cleaned up." He nodded as you walked with him to the bathroom , slowly pulling him along. 

Luke sat on the counter, his suit now half off and hanging off his hips. The gash on his abdomen was bleeding less but still hurt as you cleaned him up. 

The silence in the bathroom was defending, Luke tried to maintain a straight face as he was lost in a sea of his own thoughts, not really paying attention to the pain anymore. As you cleaned up his wound , you took glances up at him as he stared into nothingness.

"What are you thinking about?" Your voice was soft and almost afraid to ask as your boyfriend finally looked down at you.

"I don't know how Miles and Peter did this" his voice broke, his gaze focusing on his bruised knuckles. You knitted your eyebrows in confusion and worry at his statement "what do you mean?" You asked as you got up and moved his curly hair out of his face. 

"I try to help everyone but… I can't…" he sobbed as tears made their way down his cheeks. "A kid died today because of what happened and I couldn't save him. I couldn't… I… tried so hard but-" Luke was now full on sobbing , the words barely making it out as you hugged him close to you. You knew anything you tried to say would be in vain, you didn't know what it felt like to have the world on your shoulders, you didn't know what it was like to live up to impossible superhuman standards and you knew anything you said would not help his pain.

" Miles and Peter couldn't save everyone either…" you said as tears streamed down your own face. Luke sobbed into the crook of your neck until he couldn't anymore. You rubbed his bruised back up and down as he cried out his frustration and sadness. 

Once his sobs started to calm down he pulled away from you, not quite breaking the embrace as he finally looked into your eyes. 

"I'm sorry" he whispered, he brought his hand up to your cheek and caressed it with his thumb. His eyes were bloodshot red and his cheeks and under eyes were puffy because of the crying but you just shook your head.

"You don't have to say sorry." He gave you a weak smile and a light kiss on your lips .

"I think we should get you into bed, yeah?" He nodded as he pushed himself off the counter and he pushed out the rest of his suit, finally getting rid of the uncomfortable tight material.

Luke followed you back into the bedroom and both of you got into bed, cuddling up to each other.

He had so much to say and so did you, but you didn't need words as you held each other to sleep. 

**

I went there. You're more than welcome to message requests of any kind btw ❤️

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[morathicain]

Hello I consider you an Internet adult (though I am 22 myself) with experience both reading and writing fanfictions so I wanted to ask. What is the appropriate way to respond when an author deletes all their work and account? Like my favourite fan fiction got deleted and I'm legitimately so sad. I don't understand why people just delete everything these days. Authors from 15 years ago leave those works up evenif they'll never update them again so I just don't understand why so many authors delete these days unlike before. I don't mean to say people can't choose what to do with their own work I respect that. But it just happens so often and hurts so much when fics are just deleted. I understand if this isn't something you want to deal with rn, I don't want to pressure you. You're a great blogger.

Hey Anon ;)

Oh, it does sound a bit weird, but I guess it's true and I'm an Internet adult by now C.C Thank you for your confidence <3

Okay, so that topic is ... emotional and difficult. We rarely know why someone would delete all their works and account. And it's never our right to know as well. But of course it's a shock and you're sad because certain fanfictions can be very personal and it hurts a lot if they're gone. Especially since you're left with no answer.

I'm not sure if my answer suits everyone, but I suggest a few things you can do BEFORE an author deletes everything.

1. Comment and engage. From what I've heard from others, it's often a lack of engagement that frustrates them and makes it feel as if they're giving in lots of energy and effort but there's barely any reaction. Even if you read it again, even if it's an old fic, tell them so. It works wonders, believe me.

2. Download and save your favourite fics. As I said, we never know what happened for an account to be deleted and we never know when it might happen. AO3 has it and other websites as well. Use it. Collect all the fics you enjoyed, so you can read them again from time to time and don't have to fear that they won't be there anymore.

3. If an author includes other social media websites in their bio or fics, follow them. They (we) do that for a reason ;) and it might give you answers.

Now, what to do Afterwards? That's more difficult.

1. Don't harrass them. Even if you know their social media and it's still active but they don't give an answer, don't harrass them. I understand the frustration and need for answers, but it's their own issue.

2. You could see if their work is still posted somewhere else. Sometimes authors have other accounts as well. Like on Wattpad.

3. Tell others about your favourite fanfiction. Mourn the loss you've just experienced. It's okay to be sad and frustrated and to wonder why. Keep it in mind, maybe write down the title or what it was about and maybe you'll find it again one day (who knows?). Treat it as a precious memory because you can't really do anything against the disappearance, as sad as it sounds.

I guess that's my advice for now. If anyone has another opinion or another idea, please feel free to add (except for hate).

Luckily I've never had the urge to delete my account and I've only ever deleted one work and regret it till now.

To why it seems to be happening now more than ever, maybe it's the internet culture right now. I've friends who fear to upload a fic because they expect people to police them heavily. I'm quite lucky with the fandoms I'm writing for atm but it can change quickly and interactions can become very toxic and the demands stressful. Expectations to upload only certain tropes and stories and things and be responsible for every little reaction a reader has (despite tags) can be difficult to endure. Older writers might either forget they're still having a certain fic online or are still hanging on to that little spark of hope to continue it one day or may be more relaxed about all the trouble going on. Plus people starting to do commissions (which is forbidden) which turns a fun hobby into work. All of those things can make people want to leave fandoms and cut all connections and might play a big role nowadays.

And that's why my emphasis is once again on my first advice: engage, comment, be nice and if you don't like something, then choose to NOT interact.

This got a bit out of hand and I have no idea if it even helps. Sorry again that you had to experience that so often already. I hope you'll manage and maybe even find your favourite fanfic again <3 Take care and have a wonderful day/night =^^=

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