#it's funny because she was actually in labor when I took this but I didn't know it

[callmetippytumbles]

WIPs: Choices Edition

So the last time I did this I didn't actually read the rules and then I got really confused when I didn't get a bunch of asks. That's on me. Should have read and followed the rules. @lizzybeth1986 sent me an ask about my Choices WIPs and I was torn between actually following the rules this time or talking about fic in detail which is kinda what the ask was about. In an effort to a) actually respond this century and b) keep it (relatively) short, I split the difference. I talked more about the WIPs I found interesting. I listed the ones I didn't. Actually I listed the ones I found deeper in my Drive because I do not keep my WIPs in a separate folder from my other documents and it's just chaos in there but we don't need to talk about that.

Rules that you totally should follow if you want to play: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Tagging: I have been out of the Choices fandom for a while so I am tagging anyone who wants to play.

Random Fics - The Royal Romance

Bustin’ Out - Paring: Drake/MC (platonic), Liam/MC (romantic)

This was a fic where Halle was pregnant (like 7 months along) but was put on short-term bed rest due to an early labor scare. She has been medically cleared to get out of bed rest, but Liam would prefer that she stays on bed rest. Halle goes stir-crazy so she escapes and drags Drake along with her. I wish I actually finished this one if only for the funny. This is the funniest I have ever written Liam. The blocker here was the ending or the lack thereof. I think if I could wrap up the ending and decide on the Drake/Kiara subplot I could still publish this…regardless of what actually happened in the rest of the Royal Romance series.

Do that Baby’s Hair - Pairing: Liam/MC

This was a fic to actually piggyback a fic I actually did release called Wash Day. In this fic, it sees Liam and Halle in the future with their children and essentially Liam isn't exactly fully keeping up with promises he made in the first fic and Halle seeks to change that. I think I got the first half done but was not done writing the second half.

Not My Children - Pairing: Liam/MC

This is a future fic where Liam and Halle are confronted with the significant level of scrutiny their children will face in the media. Kind of inspired by the discourse that happened with Blue Ivy when people saw her hair looking less than pristine and how harsh and swift the judgement came. Got through the first half then stopped.

Phone Grab - Pairing: Liam/MC

This is a random fic where I guess I was working under the idea of what would happen if Maxwell took Liam's phone and started answering his texts (security breaches aside obviously). Of course Drake gets involved and eventually Hana and even Kiara does as well. Hilarity ensues. I am actually open to brainstorming this one for ideas to see where this one goes.

Hana Persy Drabble - Hana/OC

What it says on the tin. This was supposed to be a drabble featuring Hana and one of my favorite OCs, @lizzybeth1986's Persy. It was meant to be a gift for her at some point but I got blocked on how I wanted to end.

Fic Series

In the Dark: A Bloodbound x TRR Crossover AU

These fics are related to a series I did with Misha where she writes chapters for her TRR MC and I write the chapters for my BloodBound MC. The series starts kind of at the beginning of TRR but about halfway through BloodBound Book 1 (specifically when the BloodBound Gang rescue Adrian from The Baron's prison). Of course things get more complicated when the Cordonian vampires get involved with all of the mess and in-fighting happening between the NYC vampires. It pulls a lot contextually from The Crown and The Flame as well.

Choosing Darkness - Pairing: Olivia/Liam (unrequited)

This fic was a companion fic to a crossover AU fic I did with Misha. It’s the backstory of how Olivia got Turned into a vampire after Liam’s forced Turning. It also was interspersed with background on how Cordonia during the time of Queen Kendra and ‘em dealt with the rampant new vampire problem and why Turnings in Cordonia look they way they do now. The fic was almost a completed draft. I just had to nail down some timelines and flesh out the descriptions.

In the Dark, pt 6: Aminah

This chapter picks up where we left with Aminah after she and Adrian get conditional refuge from the Cordonian Vampires. Adrian needs to pick up the serum back from his company which has been seized after what happened at the Vampire ball thingy...its been a while since I have read BloodBound. Since Adrian cannot get it himself, Drake and Aminah are tasked with retrieving it. Aminah and Drake have verbal exchanges. They get ambushed while at Adrian's office. Jax saves them. I just hadn't worked out the details of the ambushing part. I am pretty sure it would have been fin though.

Liam x Halle Pregnancy/Baby series [The Royal Romance]

This was supposed to be a series of one-shots chronicling Liam and Halle's journey to become parents. It has some twists and turns but ends happily...as Liam and Halle deserve. The first two fics, A Wish and A Life-Changing Moment have already been released. It was the rest of the series that have been in progress. I think what made me want to explore Halle and Liam becoming parents (besides wanting to see them have a baby) is writing them in scenarios where they are not in total alignment whether its them essentially wanting the same thing but feeling very differently what their obstacles and challenges are (like in A Wish) or being in completely different headspaces but despite everything they work through those issues and come back together stronger for it.

Liam x Halle Pregnancy/Baby series

This was the outline for the whole series.

A Devastating Loss

This would have been the next part. As you can guess by the title, this would cover Halle and Liam dealing with a miscarriage.

Call for Help 1 & Call for Help 2

These two fics are not immediately after A Devastating Loss, there is a fic between them (that I am honestly surprised doesn't have a draft that I can find). These fics show Liam and Halle working through the aftermath of the miscarriage in therapy. Part 1 was Halle's session and Part 2 was Liam's session.

Driara Series

This was another series of one shots that was supposed to examine the complicated relationship between Kiara and Drake. I actually started this with Bold. While some of the fics do take place in Drake's point of view, it's all about Kiara. I meant for this series to feature Kiara in a way where she was the primary focus, she was cast in a role where she was a central figure of desire, she wasn't a villain (at least to anyone else but herself), and she was given the space to be messy and complicated. Those were the goals of the series. I wanted to do this series in particular because at the time both in canon and the fandom Kiara gets a lot of disrespect (and this was before her part of keeping Liam and MC away from their baby which takes place in later books--I know after that became a plot point, Kiara would never know piece in and out of canon--let alone the fandom--again). So this was a fix it series where it was all about her. What does she want? Where does she fit in? Who does she choose love? It was about getting to see her navigate those questions as her perspective changes from operating in should to operating in want. Now that I am reading the drafts I am getting all kinds of ideas again...but I haven't finished the rest of the TRR series...Very torn.

Driara Fic Outlines

The outline for the series.

Avoidance

This was supposed to be the next fic after Bold which takes place from Drake's perspective. He is in a rough headspace because as much as he wants to be there for Liam after Liam's father dies he can't stop thinking about Kiara and their kiss in Bold. He wants to dig deeper into that but Kiara keeps avoiding him and eventually drops out of the Unity Tour. He also gets in his own way when given the opportunity...Drake is a mess. This is actually mostly written, it's just the details that have to be fleshed out a bit more.

New Options

There are 2 fics in between this and Avoidance. This takes place during the Lantern Festival and it's told from Kiara's perspective. At this point she has been getting a lot more attention from Rashad. Drake has been trying to get closer too, but in less obvious ways. Drake and Kiara do share a moment when lighting their lanterns together but Rashad interrupts them. I have barely started this fic TBH.

Confused

This fic is also in Kiara's POV and take's place during Halle's Bachelorette Party. Kiara has been connecting with Rashad more but is unsure of what she should do in the face of Drake actively pursuing her in a way that he hasn't before. In the midst of all of this Kiara and Drake are tasked by Madeleine to essentially keep Liam and Halle from getting too wild since Halle barred Madeleine from participating in her bachelorette. This involves drunk shenanigans from both Liam and Halle.

Wedding AU

This was a series that kind of started off as a fill I did for an ask where Liam and Halle meet as guests at Leo's vow renewal and it kind of grew from there.

Wedding AU Outline

This is the outline for the series

Wedding AU: Foolishness

The refined version of the initial fic I wrote for the ask.

Wedding AU: Extending the Fairytale

The morning after the first fic where they spend the day together instead of parting ways. Apparently this also has an ask too...

Wedding AU: A Small Decision

The events of Foolishness from Liam's perspective and him deciding to continue to pursue Halle after returning to Cordonia.

Wedding AU: Splurge

Liam gifts Halle an expensive phone and she doesn't know how she feels about it.

Wedding AU: The First Lie

During Liam's first visit to NY since the vow renewal, when Halle asks him more about his background he lies so that he doesn't have to tell her that he is actually a prince.

Wedding AU: Kept

The outline says this was intended to be about how Halle feels about dating someone with the kind of wealth Liam has and how some aspects of that make her uncomfortable. The actual document is blank.

Other Choices fics

Magic [Perfect Match]

Perfect Match fic series

Testing Lily x MC [BloodBound]

I Do...For Real [The Royal Romance]

Your Real Duty [The Royal Romance]

Safe [The Royal Romance]

Sudden [The Royal Romance]

The Boat [The Royal Romance]

I've Got You [The Royal Romance]

#i have never hated formatting posts on tumblr more than i do right now #i wouldn't have this problem if i just followed the rules of the fucking tag #i am definitely sure there are more WIPs but they are lost to the depths of my drive #i wouldn't mind getting asks about these #choices stories you play #the royal romance #perfect match #bloodbound #long post

[thebreakfastgenie]

16,17,26 for she didn't like to lie :3

16. What was the easiest scene to write?

This fic barely has scenes so this is kind of a hard question to answer! Usually I have scenes I labor over but this kind of all came at once! The part about the factory was pretty easy to write. Her first meetings with Hawkeye and Doug were both pretty clear in my mind from the beginning but they took a little fiddling. I usually have a good answer to this question but this fic is funny!

17. What was the hardest scene to write?

This part: She’s relieved that he’s not expecting a virgin, and pleased that he isn’t one himself. He isn’t always exciting, but she never catches him muttering the names of suturing techniques while he runs his hands over her chest, and she still has Hawkeye, when she needs him—as a fantasy on nights when she’s alone. She thinks this is the safest way to keep him, a beloved figment in her mind, who she can’t ask for more than he’s able to give her. 

Two things were really important to met. This image of Hawkeye thinking about surgery during sex--I was playing with the idea of anatomy in different contexts and making those contexts collide. I thought it was a really great symbol for how he put his work before her, and I'm still not sure I really did it justice. At least I tried. The second part is this idea of Carlye fantasizing about Hawkeye after their breakup. Again, sex is a symbol; she's more passionate with Hawkeye than with Doug, but Doug is willing to give her the time and attention that Hawkeye isn't. And it's also a counterpart to Hawkeye saying "she never altogether goes." He never altogether goes from her mind, either. This sentence sounded amazing in my head and never quite as good once I wrote it down.

26. Wild Card! I'll tell you a fun fact about this fic!

I didn't bother to rewatch The More I See You when I wrote it and I forgot the bit about Doug struggling financially when they first married. It's not a huge error because "decent money" can be interpreted a lot of ways and I kind of implied his parents were helping them, but I could have done something with the lean years and Carlye's emotional experience. Maybe I'll rewrite it someday or something. That wasn't a very fun fact. Okay. More fun. Let's see... training in an accelerated nursing school course that existed because of WWII but not actually going to WWII is what my grandma did! She did not go to Korea, though, she was never in the military.

#ty!

[yykh22]

Anti-Acotar series rant

Like the title says, if you are not "anti"-acotar fan then don't read nor comment meaningless hate.

Also, this is really long so don't force yourself to read everything if you don't/can't.

In a previous post I said I would talk about the female characters of acotar and how f*cking wasted their potential was...Well here it is for our beloved MC : Feyre Archeron!(Girl got her character thrown out to uplift an abuser a.k.a Rhysand)

First, let us talk about how her character was supposed to be written:

Feyre is a young adult (19 years old in my country is older than the official adult age.) who takes down a big villain and saves the day as a powerful mortal girl because of the power of love (Don't get it wrong I have nothing against love and such) but it wasn't that bad because she actually used her skills to defeat the villain. After that, everything goes to sh*t...She falls out of love after her man gets abusive (Logical response tbh) but she gets with one of her previous abuser UTM? Honestly, it was nice when she hated him because she had all the reasons to,like Rhysand forced her into a bargain under the threat that she would likely die and after one book of brainwashing and manipulations she suddenly loves him? Nah, it does not make any sense...Now, after all that brainwashing and such, she supposed to have turned into a badass MC with no independence? Hell no, I don't know how the actual f*ck (I'm swearing a lot and I apologize but I'm very mad about this) this is supposed to work 'cause : If you want to write a "badass" character, you need to make that character evolve and mature and change to become truer to themselves. No character is badass if the only thing they can do is endanger people and abuse them. Overall,(I could go on about this), Feyre was supposed to be written as badass but really she became a bad ass. (Ik this ain't funny but I couldn't help myself). Second, let's talk about her backstory and her actual character: Look, when I read the scene of the cabin, I honestly stopped functioning like a decent human being and overlooked one of the major annoying thing about that small arc. It is actually pretty funny because I, myself, know how the breadwinner doesn't do everything. I'm not poor,in fact I'm supposedly rich(This is getting personal) but that doesn't mean I have servants that clean the damn house. I know how f*cking important cleaning chores can be and how most people attribute these chores as "feminine" and "traditional" because society has always put these things as "female" work when it's simply work you need to do to live in a sanitary environnement. I don't think gender is supposed to have much to do with it, at least not in this age. It should have infuriated me how SMJ dismissed the active work the other sisters must have done to keep the cabin in a "good" shape (Not like you can blame them if they are not super good, since they used to be literal nobles.) but I actually got immersed in her sexist narrative that I believed Feyre when she said that her sisters did "nothing". Here is a link to a really well-explained post about this : https://www.tumblr.com/nightlyteaandpaper/724151253254455297/unseen-labor-exploring-the-undervalued?source=share

Now for her character that had SO much potential and how her story could have impacted the story she is supposedly the main character of:

Feyre, at first, was a savage(this is not derogatory) and defensive person, which is understandable when you know she didn't get that much support from her family,(Yes her sisters took care of the cabin, doesn't necessarily mean they were supportive towards Feyre and she wasn't supportive towards them either just to be clear), and she basically was the breadwinner of her family for years. This is a lot for a young adult who was stripped away from their fortune and had no prior skills to survive. It's why I liked Feyre at first and one scene that proves that despite the non-discussed and bad family dynamic, she still loved her family or at least appreciated them? Is the scene who starts the whole discord of the first book, Tamlin appearance! This scene proved that despite her anger towards her sisters, Feyre still considered them her sisters and even her father. (SN: While their relationship wasn't the happy-family type, it certainly wasn't as abusive as her romantic relationships). After that, we can see Feyre slowly adapt to her new environment and the new relationship dynamics she encounters (her and Lucien had such good friendship scenes) without losing sense of who she is but we do see her struggle with abandoning her family and such, until Tamlin assures her that they are well taken care of. (Tamlin was real for doing the minimum for his "guest", plus it was a good way to make her more comfortable to stay). After the UTM is where Feyre's character got slowly brainwashed, being forced to stay with an assh*le and manipulator should not have felt like romance building up. I understand how she felt less confined (despite still being stuck just elsewhere) because at that point, Tamlin had let his trauma and issues from the first book, hinder their relationship. Plus, the Spring court was busy recovering. One particular scene that had a lot of potential for her growth was the tithe scene. Feyre, who is now treated like a hero 'cause she is, feels empathy for wraiths who are basically starving and helps them despite what Tamlin says. Look, that scene put a lot of emphasis on Feyre's great empathy skills and it is understandable from her POV how unjust the tithe feels but it could have also been a great "prep" scene for how she would come to love and adapt to her new world/gain more knowledge on politics and economics . Because, I'm gonna be clear, I do not like the fact that Feyre became High Lady and did not have classes on like politcs and economics or even just etiquettes to help her. Instead, she is out there painting and doing nothing and don't misunderstand, I wouldn't mind if she painted or anything but to do that instead of learning how to become a ruler to a court is ridiculous. Rhysand basically made her his trophy wife and I hate, absolutely hate, it. Why did we get s*x scenes instead of character growth? Couldn't SMJ include one part,even a tiny sentence, mentioning Feyre learning to become High Lady? No? An another thing that pisses me off is how instead of saying she's getting corrupted by a bunch of losers, SMJ makes us believe they are right? The whole ass chapters in Summer court had too much potential and none of it was used for actual character development. WHY? The least we had was a crappy scene showing Rhysand's trust issues and regrets? I get he is the main love interest but what about Feyre? She is supposed to be the MC not Rhysand. Like why did Feyre not have a more opposing reaction to Rhysand's lying tactics? ACOTAR and Pre-middle ACOMAF Feyre hates dishonesty but just because it's Rhysand and because Rhysand doesn't trust Tarquin, then all of a sudden it is okay to lie and stuff? Why did Feyre not go against Rhysand's order and simply asked Tarquin for the artifact (ngl I don't remember why they went there for...). She went against Tamlin and Lucien's orders but when it's Rhysand she can't? That's all I can remember from the books so I won't add anything else...But I will say Feyre didn't deserve to be thrown out for a overgrown and immature bat.

Overall, Feyre had a great start but ended up being thrown aside for an abusive old perverted bat. I hate it and I'm doing justice for her in a nice fanfic.

(Comment if you think about other examples)

#anti ic #acotar #rant post #she had so much potential #why #she deserved better #anti-feyre #pro-feyre #this is my opinion #criticisim about a huge aspect of writing a book

[hearteyes-for-killmonger]

Date with a Vegan

SP00KY SZN LIVES ON. My second favorite season if you can't tell. Second to Christmas. Anyways! Here's a fic that's rated E for Everyone. Just a cute lil date.

Pairing: Trevante Rhodes x OC

Tags: Vegan, Halloween Haunt, Theme Park, Vampire

Being a vegan surrounded by meat lovers was hard. They wanted to put meat in everything, not caring how it was sourced. They didn't care about severe animal cruelty or the harsh conditions these animals lived in. They didn't care that the meat packing and production facilities weren't concerned with healthy or hygienic practices and were breeding centers for bacteria and illness. They didn't care about the labor exploitation. They couldn't even be sure it was real cow or chicken. All they knew was that meat and animal byproducts appeared in packages or on plates and they tasted good. 

"What veggies you got on that grill, Kev," she peaked over his side hoping for some onion and pepper kebabs, maybe a little grilled pineapple. 

"Links. Hot dogs. Fish.. More links."

"Triflin," she glared, softening when he showed her to her own plate of a grilled veggie stir fry complete with tofu. She kissed his cheek. 

She was so used to people acting funny about her eating habits and tired of being teased by her friend group and pressured. Just as they hated when she preached from a high horse, she hated the way they paraded their veganphobia. 

"Liv," Hayden appeared with a Tupperware bowl. "I brought you these vegan meatballs to try. I think they're pretty tasty, try one. Tell me how it tastes to you."

Olivia started to take one but they didn't look right. "They look like regular meatballs.."

"Oh no I got them at Sam's Club and they're like.. soy."

Olivia's gut said no. Hayden wanted a cheap laugh expecting her to eat it and love it and say 'Wow this tastes as good as meat,' Luckily she had a few good friends to clue her in and she was correct. It wasn't funny to her that a friend of 20 years would try to trick her and though they'd been buddies, the friendship was terminated due to disrespect. Olivia needed a new circle of vegan foodies to eat with and trade recipes with.. people she could trust not to gaslight or lie.. people who saw things similarly and enjoyed what she enjoyed. 

A vegan meetup seemed the perfect place to meet like minded people and talk for an hour or two. She looked for something local but it seemed very white and bland, so she set one up herself hoping it would attract more melanin and it did. Everyone said they had the idea to meet other vegans of color but no one had made an effort to create anything. They were so glad Olivia took the initiative. Panera had space, wifi, and vegan options that made a good snack or lunch. They took over a few tables for a couple hours as she'd hoped, discussing their favorite eateries, vegetable dishes, and ways to make things taste better than meat or cheese. As far as food went she’d found her people and she wasn't the only one with a BBQ story. Others had experienced similar situations with the people in their lives. They understood her.

The regularity of the vegan meetups bonded everyone together, so much so that cliques and relationships began to form within the group. Everyone wondered about her relationship status. Why was she single? Did she want a hookup? Everyone seemed to have one for her in their back pocket. 

She dated a DJ who wasn't vegan, but he respected her boundaries with meat, milk, and cheese. It didn't work because he was immature. Someone else offered up their brother, but he too was not vegan and the connection was not there. Would she find a man who fit her actual criteria? It seemed a tall order.

One of her new friends, Delia, invited her to tag along at the Halloween Haunt with her, her daughter, her daughter's friend, and her brother. Apparently he too was single and looking. 

The fall still felt like summer although it was late October. The day had a high of 90 degrees and Olivia felt every single one of them beating down her back causing your Nirvana shirt to cling with sweat. Her chopped boho braids were swept off her neck in two low stocky pigtails. 

Halloween Haunt was an event she swore she'd never attend, being the coward that she was when it came to horror and jumpscares. Every October, someone would invite her and she'd say ‘Hell No’. She hoped she wouldn't regret it.

"Olivia," Drew smiled shaking her hand for the first time. He was cute and tall. Delia had done well with that. They all walked through the park together with cotton candy and Delia's 9 year old daughter acting very possessive over her uncle. Olivia could tell Drew was her favorite person.

"COME HERE," she stomped demanding Drew follow her to near the entrance of the haunted house. 

"She just knows she’ll make you go in with her," Delia whispered in his ear. He tried to go and take Olivia with him, holding her hand, but Olivia declined. 

"You go ahead," she waved, keeping a safe distance.

"Olivia," he reached again trying to take her hand. She didn't want to draw too much attention to her own fear. She shook her head and waved him on again. Her plan was to get to know Drew a little, ride some rides, eat some cotton candy, and leave when it got dark. 

"UNCLE DREW!" 

"You gotta go in with us, it'll be fun.." 

"No, I'll wait for you here. I don't like scary things. Enjoy it with your neice," Olivia smiled. 

"I insist, just walk with us. We're not going in without you." He was stubborn and it rubbed Olivia the wrong way. 

"OLIVIA PLEASE," the kids yelled.

"You heard em, no one's going unless you come," he shrugged. 

“Well that’s just too damn bad.” Olivia walked away deciding to ride a ride on her own but Delia caught up and walked with her leaving the kids to Drew. She stood beside Olivia in the line with an unhelpful smirk. 

"They all think it's funny to mess with you..

Come onnnn,” she pulled at Olivia's hand. "It's Halloween Haunt, don't hold it against them."

"I've held grudges for less."

“Uh uh,” Delia laughed pointing to a guy dressed as a very large and convincing looking tarantula. It made Olivia cringe. There were costumes all over the park, but they was more like your beginner's face paint. Olivia wasn't ready to see realistic costumes like his at night.

She strapped in beside Delia on the ride that ticked to a start and sent them on a long track that tick tick tick ticked up into the sky and then mellowed at the top, dropping with speed that blew their faces and put wind in their eyes. They went through loop after loop and finally raced back to the starting point where they jerked to a stop.

“That was fun,” Olivia grinned, climbing from the seat feeling refreshed by the wind.

“Then let’s ride another one,” Delia walked with eyes on the next roller coaster. After it, they decided to take a break and stay on the ground for a while. “You sure you don't wanna conquer your fear and brave the Haunted House for memory's sake?”

 

The kids were finally running back full of excitement to talk about what happened in the house and of course they all still wanted Olivia to go in. "Don't be lame," the friend of the daughter sighed.

"No," Olivia asserted. "You don't know who's playing and who's for real. There could be a serial killer chasing you with a chainsaw and you'd think it's fake but the whole reason they took this job was to kill people and get away with it."

"You a punk. How old are you," the daughter asked. The adults' jaws dropped.

"Lil girl I will punt yo ass across this park, don't play with me," Delia threatened in Olivia's defense, but the child was on a roll. 

"Oh my GOD! You're really old so just grow a backbone already, I'm 9 and got more spine than you!" 

"Okay? I would break it but I'm a let the slashers do it for me... hm."

"Girl.. you arguing with kids?" Delia stared at Olivia cockeyed. 

"She is arguing with me, ma'am. She think cause you're her mama I won't flip her."

"You need to grow up and realize it's not real," Drew jumped in but Olivia was already over him, putting a hand in his face.

"Y'know?.. It's gonna be sad when you crying later because you tryna front so hard.. and I'm a laugh."

"At your grown age.. afraid of people in costumes."

Olivia said screw them and went to another ride, determined to enjoy herself since she'd paid to be there. The park's crowd had increased with more visitors in face paint, costumes, and masks. The sky was darkening but she wanted one more bang for her buck.. Again, Delia went with her but this time she apologized on behalf of her family. As the temperature dropped, it became cool to where Olivia now felt her chills outside instead of inside. She enjoyed her ride, but when she got off.. it was time to go.

"Good to hang with you, but I'm calling it. I'm gone," Olivia hugged Delia with no hard feelings. 

"Okay, but the fun is just starting. For us, I mean. We're a horror loving family and it's gonna be fun to watch people run through here scared."

"Girl I'm gone. I don't care nothing about that, I'll getting my black ass outta hereee."

"NOOOO!" She heard a shriek from across the way. 

"Sh-shit," she jumped out of her skin and behind Delia as the big ass tarantula from before came from her blind spot crawling fast toward her in the most freakishly unnatural contortion. He had kids screaming and using parents as a shield.

"BACK UP," Delia squared up, ready to kick and swing. He stood like a normal person. Tall. His costume now looked more like a hanging costume on his thick frame. 

"Chill," his hands raised in surrender.

"Aw," he chuckled at a couple holding hands before hissing and grabbing at them, scaring the shit out of both. He chased them off a few feet as Delia laughed. 

"Extra," Olivia sighed. Her heart was still racing visibly as the guy got closer, reaching out with his beady blackout contacts. He touched her neck and she cringed. 

"Your heart.. Damn." 

"I'm saying! How do I get out of here quick because I don't do scary. Do I have time?" 

"Okay bye girl," Delia waved, heading back to her family. 

"What time is it," the actor asked, looking at Olivia's phone when she showed him. "Not long. Get to the bridge."

"Which way is it, I forgot?"

"You mind if I touch you?" Gently but very quickly he linked  his arm in hers, escorting her through the crowd and pushing through on her behalf to get her to the bridge in half the time. "There's less than 5 minutes before things get wild. We WILL get in your face with axes and chainsaws. We WILL chase you relentlessly, especially Chris or Tony, they're assholes. Don't show fear or you will be targeted."

"I'm not tryna die on accident because people like to play games. I have work tomorrow. Don't laugh, it's not funny."

"It kinda is..," he grinned bearing white fangs that looked good with his white teeth. "I mean, this is a fun way to make a few extra dollars and get a laugh but also you kinda right, it's not like they do mental health screenings.." 

"I wish I could call you in case I don't make it. It's okay though, I understand y'all can't do that."

"Uhhm.. it's not that. I don't have my phone on me when I'm scaring. But I got you, take my number down." Quickly he called it out and she saved it. "Cross the bridge. It'll put you back near the entrance but you need to beat this music. Go in one of the stores and act like you shopping. They can't fuck with anyone spending more money." 

"Thanks!" 

"Go."

Olivia nearly ran across the bridge dodging people and racing against time. The eerie music had already began. She looked back briefly to see him head back toward the haunted house, scaring another man who jumped out his damn skin. He was something else, running wild. She made it into a store in the nick of time as the eerie music changed into more commercially Halloween music.

A spooky procession of monsters and murderers gathered around the center fountain and marched like an army, breaking into more of a choreographed dance routine which gave park visitors the chance to see them all and their costumes. There were a lot of them Olivia noticed as she looked out through the window in the sweets section of the themed shop. She took a large lollipop.  It was mayhem on parade. They were organized up to a point then all at once, the music stopped abruptly and all hell broke loose. People screamed bloody murder. The murderers and monsters broke formation, gunning after people with chainsaws and axes as the tall chocolate spiderman with the black eyes and fangs had said. It was lowkey hilarious for Olivia to watch from the safety of the shop. She shot him a text to tell him so and to say thanks. 

Olivia watched the chaos with a few others from the tables at a nearby eatery and they cackled together, crying with laughter that was enough to make her think she might attend the next Halloween Haunt afterall, just to watch. Less than an hour later she spotted Delia, Drew, and the kids approaching. The daughter was crying and Drew looked traumatized. Delia was in full hysterics. Olivia had told her new park buddies about them and they smirked with the inside joke, watching karma unfold.

"What happened," Olivia feigned concern as Drew quickly disappeared to a bathroom. Delia was turning red because she couldn't stop laughing .

"Girl," Olivia chuckled.

"HEeEee-" she nearly screamed with laughter, grabbing the table for support. "HE got SCARED in the haunted house and-," she swallowed, "-And he peed trying to get by the BRIDGEeEe. Then," she sniffed. "They kept chasing the kids!" She wheezed now a bright red as her daughter cried. The lil friend was chillin. Olivia swallowed her lips as her new buddies coughed in laughter. She waved them goodbye and walked with Delia from the park delighting in every detail of Drew's fear.

"DON'T GO IN THERE, I'M BEGGING YOU, DON'T DO IT," the 9 year old yelled at the people trying to enter the park. Olivia fought the urge to be petty, turning her head to laugh. She waited until she got in her car to start laughing and tweeting what just happened. She texted the park employee too in case he'd find it funny. He did. His name was Trevante. He told her the next day and asked if she wanted to catch a bite to eat. Of course she agreed. 

"I'm vegan," she warned him and to her surprise he said, "Me too."

They met on another sunny day at a well-known vegan restaurant and settled in, greeting each other and ordering lunch before Olivia brought up what she'd been thinking since he sat down. She didn't want to be rude, but.. "Trevante, why do you still have the contacts and the fangs?" It was a little creepy. 

"What contacts?"

She stared. "The black.." She gestured to her own eyes.

"These are my eyes," he blinked. "They don't come out, they're real. Is it a deal breaker?"

"Those are your eyes? Are those your teeth?"

He wiggled one. It didn't move.

"How does that happen?"

"Probably because I'm a vampire?" He continued when her eyes widened. She was a second from jumping up. "Don't tell me you're vampirephobic. People behind on vampire culture always freak out when I tell them. It's the media perception. To this day, we're discriminated against and painted as these violent animals with no self-regulation or control."

"So what is true.. Not to be insensitive, but I've never met a vampire before."

"Most likely you have. Some of us are privileged and human-passing. We're just like you, Olivia, we eat and exist. We don't sleep, but neither does your typical insomniac. We pay more in sunscreen. That's about it."

"What about the cross? Does it burn? You still drink blood right?"

"Now that was ignorant."

"I'm sorry!"

"Blood? Is this the 1800s? Dracula? Baby, I'm Christian, the only thing that burns are my Jo Malone candles. As for blood, I told you I'm a vegan. I don't consume anything with a pulse, besides blood is often unethically sourced like other byproducts. Unless you're getting it fresh for yourself, you can't be sure of how it's being gathered or who it's coming from.

"I never thought of vampirism in that way.."

"It's fine, it's not like you learn about vampiric anatomy or health in biology or health class, we're completely excluded. Go ahead and ask.."

"Well what do you drink?"

He raised his carton that he paid for. "Coconut water. It's good for the body and tastes good. It's so pure that it's often used in blood tranfusions as an intravenous fluid. Bet you didn't know that."

"I didn't," Olivia smiled resettling in her seat. They continued their conversation with Olivia inviting him to join her Vegan meetups. They'd be happy to meet him, though he'd have to suffer their ignorance for a bit until they understood. It would be like educating a group of white people on racism.. She felt a little bad about that. Still, she hoped he'd show up and she looked forward to a second date. If he wasn't too upset with the questioning.

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Happy Halloween

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'M not going anywhere.

Remus x Reader

Requested? - It's part 3!

Summary - After leaving Remus, you found yourself with family in the horribly hot state of Texas. What can come of you now? With friends with worries the size of the state and a heart almost as broken as they come, what on earth can you do with yourself with the man shows up - only, in his werewolf state?

Trigger Warning - cursing, mentions of abortion

Guide - (y/m/n) - Your middle name

This one has a lot of backstory in it, fair warning! It's not super action filled, but the next chapter will be up soon!

When you met Remus, you were in school with him. You had known all about the infamous Maurauders and their love for trouble, but didn't really see much of them. Well, you thought you hadn't. You had seen each of them separately, James was in potions with you, Sirius had been in Care of Magical Creatures with you, Peter in Transfiguration, but Remus, well, you didn't think you had him in anything until 4th year. Separately, you thought they were all good people, kind to you in classes, funny when the lesson was droning on, and calm enough to let you get your notes finished within reasonable time.

By fourth year, you had gotten used to each of the three boys separately. When you met Remus in Charms, hanging out with him as a Prefect while walking through the hallways, then outside of your duties together and with the rest of your friends, it came as a surprise at how different he acted with the three boys.

He was always so incredibly kind, so beautiful with his words to you, so when your feelings for him grew substantially, it didn't seem to surprise you. But, when he actually asked you out in fifth year, with the major confirmation of his friends that, yes, Moony, she's crazy for you! Everyone besides you can see it! Just ask her!, You found yourself speechless.

The Remus Lupin liked you back, and was asking you to your own date this Saturday. Then another one in the Astronomy tower on Tuesday night while everyone else was at dinner. Then Friday at the quidditch game, he asked if you'd sit next to him during the game where he actually held your hand.

Date after date after date had you grinning from ear to ear when he finally asked you to be his girlfriend. Kiss after kiss after kiss had you falling in love with him a little bit more each time you pulled apart and opened your eyes just a second before he did, seeing his face in pure bliss.

When you both finally did admit your love for each other was the day you admitted you had known about Moony long before he told you - which had been on your fourth date on the quidditch pitch, laying on a blanket under the stars.

"I love the stars. Something so far away can still shine that bright." You mumbled, cuddling closer to his warm frame. He was always so warm.

"I don't care much for the night." He admitted, his voice a mumble.

"Remus John Lupin, why on earth do you not like the night? It's so peaceful and breathtaking. The night gives you unlimited possibilities." You had now turned to your side, your elbow propping your head up as you tangled your legs with his.

"You wanna know the truth?" he asked you, which had honestly surprised you. Of course you wanted to know the truth. "Well, why would I want you to lie to me, Rem? Especially about something that you don't care for." Your right hand lifted to run through his hair, fluffing it and leaving it sticking up slightly.

"I don't like the moon." You nodded, showing you were listening to him. "It controls me." He whispered, closing his eyes.

"How does the moon control you?" You knew the answer to your own question, having put two and two together in your fourth year, the night he had swapped prefect duties with the Ravenclaw boy he was just telling you he didn't trust the week before. When you had arrived back in your room, feeling a little hurt at his actions, you looked out your window to see the full moon shining down on the earth, it's glow filling up a bit of the forbidden forest enough for you to see a few creatures running along the sides. A stag, a dog, and a rat? Then you heard it, the long howl filling the quiet. Somehow, you're not sure exactly how, but it all clicked in you faster than you could have blinked.

Prongs - A stag. Padfoot - A dog. Wormtail - A rat. And most importantly, Moony - A werewolf.

You didn't ever bring it up, but with each month, pieces fell right into place. Now, you laid with the man himself, holding his deepest secret in your heart without him even knowing you held it.

"Y/n, as much as I wish I didn't have to tell you this, if I want our relationship to get anywhere, I know I have to." He sighed, his eyes staying closed, refusing to see your reaction. "I'm a werewolf." You let out a fake gasp, your hand leaving his hair to trace one of the scars on his forehead.

"I- I'm sorry." You whispered, your eyes staying on his. "You're sorry you don't wanna date me anymore?" He quizzed you, finally opening his eyes to face you. This caused you to let out a small chuckle, shaking your head. "Rem, why on earth would I not wanna date you anymore?" Your hand moved back to his hair, your nails scratching softly at his scalp. "I could hurt you, y/n." He spoke, his voice soft and full of fear.

"Remus, you've known me for a year now. You could have hurt me any other full moon, what would us dating change? It's not like I'm going to follow you out into the woods when you shift. It's not like I'm going to go out searching for you when you are out in your wolf form. It means I'd get to kiss each wound when you come back. It means I'd get to hold you in my arms and read to you every once in a while. It means I'd get to go on cute dates and make you bake with me in the kitchens. You being a wolf doesn't change anything." You shrugged nonchalantly, smiling up at him.

That night, Remus kissed you. He kissed you almost a thousand times. He kissed you so much that, when you woke up the next morning, your lips were still swollen.

After you and Remus had really been a couple for a while, you had realized how much he loved to sniff you. You didn't know if it was the Remus in him, or the Moony in him, but it didn't really bother you. You loved smelling him, why would it be so weird if he smelled you? If you were cuddling, his nose would burry in your hair, or your neck, or your chest, and he'd slowly inhale your scent to calm himself down.

If you were walking down the hallways, he bring your intertwined hands to lay a soft kiss on it before inhaling your scent, kissing it once more, then bringing them back down to sway as you walked.

If he had a horrible day, a bad full moon, or just felt off, he'd search the entire grounds until he found you, look your right in your eyes as he walked right to you, grab you by your waist, and pull you into him to hug you as tightly as he could, inhaling your intoxicating scent for himself.

This had caused you to start leaving a piece of your clothing in the bag they took with them when he turned, so he'd have something with him he could smell that reminded him of you. You were never sure if it helped or not, you never asked him and he never brought it up, but it gave you a sense of comfort each full moon.

But now, standing in front of the wolf himself, watching as his snout lifted into the air and took a deep inhale, well, it didn't exactly comfort you.

Which is why, with your eyes set on him, you reached down and into your boot, gripping onto the end of your wand, before pulling up and sending out two purple balls of light, each of them shooting into both of the houses around you.

This hadn't fazed him, for his eyes were still set on you, as he took a step closer. Before you had time to react, a dog had shot infront of you, growling at the creature before you. Right as he stepped, Moony bent down and growled at Sirius, but his a tone deeper and dripping with a warning.

It must have surprised Sirius, for he whimpered and stepped backwards, closer to your frame, which didn't help his case for Moony then snapped at him, stepping closer to him.

"Sirius, get behind Y/n." Your grandfather had stepped out his face door in a rush, his eyes taking in the scene before him. "Sirius, get behind Y/n and get into the house." Sirius whined at the older man, not wanting to leave you alone.

"Lily is in labor." You called to the man, watching him nod. "Sirius, if you run six blocks east, there is a small cottage. It's blue with white shutters on the left side. That's the healer closest to us. She'll come." This got Sirius to move, quickly rushing out of the gated yards.

"Now, y/n, he's not going to hurt you. I've only ever seen this once, but he recognizes your scent and the scent of your kids. It's kinda like he's sensing a mate with you because of your kids. Just stay calm. I'm surprised he hasn't already tackled you to the ground. Just, slowly sit down and let him come to you."

The last thing you expected of this night was the situation at hand, but now, you were sitting on the cold rocks, slightly shivering, your best friend in labor in the house behind you, watching your financé (?) slowly walk towards you, almost like Moony was afraid to frighten you.

He leaned down on all fours before he lowered his head into your lap, inhaling your scent deeply before letting it rest fully on your legs. His nose rested right at your belly bump, rubbing it slightly on your clothed stomach before letting out a sigh of relief.

You looked up at your grandfather, seeing him watching you intently. "Don't move, not that he'll let you. I will bring out a few pillows and a blanket for you. I'll make sure the healer helps Lily." You nodded, your eyes now moving to look down at Moony.

You hadn't ever seen him in his wolf state, but he somehow still looked handsome. His eyes were now closed, his body relaxed as he soaked in your scent.

"What do you mean, you're not joining the Order?" Remus yelled at you, his face red with fury. There were very few times Remus was this angry with you, usually when you had been neglecting yourself of necessities. But, this time, he was raging in fury with your absolute denial to join the war.

"Remus, I'm just saying I'm not going to go out and fight! Molly doesn't! I'm going to stay back and help where I'm needed. There are tons of you going to fight, I'm staying back to take care of everyone that doesn't go on the missions! What do you want from me?! I wasn't good at defensive spells, I wasn't good at duels! Do you want me to go out there and fucking die?" This caused him to quiet down, your fury having grown substantially.

The two of you sat in silence for a few moments, allowing you both to calm down. "I don't want you to die. I would kill myself if you ended up dying on one of the missions." Remus' voice was soft and full of fear now. "Then why do you want me to go out there and fight, Rem? You are the one that saw me up past midnight trying to learn the defensive spells so often. You're the one I made duel with me night after night to try to improve. You of all people know that I couldn't properly protect myself or anyone else if I went."

He nodded, hating to admit that you were right. He had even told you, seventh year, "Baby, I love you, but you're definitely not getting your excellent mark on this. You'll pass, but barely." You had been much more skilled in potions and herbology, not in the defensive skills.

"I just, I can't stand the idea of you being back home if the order gets attacked. I know that's stupid, I know that's irrational, it's much more dangerous to actually be out there, I'm just scared." It hurt your heart to hear him admit how scared he was, but, you all were scared. You were growing up in a war that shouldn't be yours to fight.

"Remus, while I stink at my defensive skills, have you seen Molly Weasley? The woman survives on defensive skills, all her kids figuring out how to moderately work their magic. I think I'm safer with her than with you." This caused him to break into a small smile, but wrap you up tightly in his arms. "You're not safer with anyone else but me. I'd murder Voldemort himself before he touched you." You gasped at the use of his name, turning to eye the love of your life. "You said his name." You whispered, your eyes wide. "Well, I'd use his name to his face if it kept you out of harm's way."

You had dozed off a bit, your head laying back on the pillow Sirius had brought you, having gawked at the wolf fast asleep in your hold. "We always knew your scent calmed him, it always did when you gave him some of your clothes, but this? I'd never thought I'd live to see the day Moony didn't try to attack whoever was in front of him."

You had only been awoken by James, tapping on your shoulder. You jerked awake, seeing Moony still asleep in your hold. "Lily had the baby, a girl. They're both up in our room, but she wanted me to come tell you and check up on you." He eyed Moony warily, fear still evident in his body, worried the wolf would awake and tear you to shreds. "I'm so glad. Did everything go okay?" Your voice was a whisper, not wanting to wake the wolf either.

"Yeah, the healer said she did great. Hardly needed the help." James sat down beside you, but scooted a foot away from you when Moony growled in his sleep, the foreign scent mixing with yours. "It's weird, seeing him like this. All the nights we were out there with him, trying to keep him from tearing into Hogwarts and keep him away from you when it's apparently all he needed." James shook his head, attempting to remove the shock from his head.

"I don't think he needs me anymore." You whispered. While it hurt you to say, you honestly believed it. The man let you leave without a sliver of doubt. He watched you walk out of the home you built together, taking his kids with you.

"Y/n, he searched the world until he found you, of course he needs you." James didn't say anything about you needing to forgive him, about you needing to hear him out, because he didn't think Remus deserved that. He just knew that Remus did need you. "He should be shifting back soon. I brought out some of his clothes I found in your stuff." He gestured to the pile of clothes beside the both of you before standing up.

"When you guys get inside, Lily would love for you to come in and meet her." You smiled at that, nodding. "It would be my honor."

You laid back down, listening to the morning sounds slowly begin, until you felt the movement under you, watching for your own eyes as Remus shifted back into himself. He groaned, the pain filling his frame once more within 12 hours, the sounds of his groans bringing tears to your eyes.

Once he was fully to himself, his eyes opened and met yours, widening. "What?" He asked softly, his gaze not leaving yours. You reached over, grabbing the clothes brought out for him before dropping them on his chest. He sat up without another word, removing his body from yours and beginning to get dressed.

He stood, pulling the boxers and pants on as you stood yourself. You grabbed the pillows and blankets, waiting until he began to pull on the sweater before rushing inside, hoping to escape the looming conversation.

You set the things down in the living room before slowly creeping up the stairs and towards the room with Lily and James, hearing a soft and small cry emitting from it. You knocked softly, hearing the "come in" before you creaked open the door. "Hey you four." You whispered, seeing Harry fast asleep on James' chest.

"Y/n, thank Merlin." Lily spoke, her eyes welling with tears at the sight of you. "I was so worried. I didn't know what happened." You smiled, walking closer to the woman. "It's all okay, it's a long story, but it's all okay." You walked closer until you were at the edge of the bed, looking down at Lily and the beautiful baby girl.

"Take her." Lily whispered, looking up at you. "What?" you asked, your eyes wide. "You're gonna need the practice, take her." You nodded, slowly grabbing the baby from Lily, coddling her to your chest.

"Y/n!" You heard Remus call before turning into the room, staring at you holding the baby. "You had her?" Remus now asked Lily, smiling widely. "Mhm, last night. Looks like two people decided to make an entrance." Lily laughed, smiling at you.

"She's beautiful." You whispered, your eyes having stayed on the baby in yours arms. "What's her name?" You looked down at Lily, now seeing James awake and looking at you. "Well, we wanted to confirm with you, but we wanted to name her Harley y/m/n Potter." You gasped softly, looking down at the two parents.

"Are you sure?" They both nodded before you finished speaking, "More than sure." Your tears fell freely as you looked down at the baby, seeing her now asleep in your warm hold. "I'd be honored."

Remus had now walked to you, standing behind you as he looked down, his eyes set on you holding the baby girl, pregnant with his own kids. His gaze moved to the ceiling, holding in tears before he glanced at the bed, seeing James glaring daggers into his frame.

"Here, I'm gonna go freshen up. She's absolutely beautiful, guys." You carefully handed Harley back to her mom before quickly walking out of their room, but stopping a few steps away to hear James speak.

"Fucking prat, there the fuck you are! Where have you been?!" His voice was harsh, angry at his best mate. "Looking for her, what else! The second she left Molly's, I've been looking!" Remus' voice was scratchy like it was every morning after a turn.

"Yeah, well, you're a dick." Lily spoke up, still looking down at her baby girl. "I still think Sirius should have punched you harder." Remus nodded, looking at the floor.

"I can't believe I said that to her, guys. What the fuck kind of person am I?" His voice was growing rougher, his eyes swelling with tears. "Don't go on about this with us, mate. You're in the same house as her, go tell her." That caused you to walk off quickly, moving to your room, shutting the door and leaning against it.

Your hands wrapped around your belly, bringing you back to the day you apparated out of Molly's living room, having held your stomach the same way, protecting your children. What on earth do you say to him? What did you want from him?

You weren't sure what the answer was to either of those questions, which is why you quickly left your room and slipped into the bathroom. He couldn't talk to you if you were in the shower. You confirmed you had your bathroom items before jumping into the shower, taking the longest shower you had ever taken in your life.

While you stood, shampoo in your hair, you thought.

What if he still doesn't want them? I'd have to stay here. I'd move in fully and live in Texas. Texas, really? It's so fucking hot and I'd miss snow. Then I'd move in with Molly. Nope, no way, there are already 7 kids there, she does not need two more. Then, James and Lily? Nope. She just had another newborn, there was no way you'd bug them with this. Sirius. That's where you'd go. He had tons of space and you're sure he'd be more than okay with you there.

But, what if he changed his mind? What if he did want them? How could you trust that? How could you possibly believe he'd want them after immediately suggesting they be gotten rid of?

As you applied the conditioner, you wished you could just go back to the easier things. The happier things. The things that had you almost thinking you lived in a world not plagued with pending war.

Five years after graduation. You were sitting in Remus' lap at James and Lily's place, still getting used to Peter not being around. Harry now being two had you all more than happy, listening to his vocabulary grow.

The football game was on, the muggle TV playing as Lily still attempted to explain it to Sirius and James. Remus had his arms around you, his gaze no longer on the TV, but on Harry as he played on the floor with his stuffed dragon. "I can't believe you got him a muggle toy." He laughed in your ear, the smile evident on his face. "Well, he loves Dragons! I couldn't not buy it." You smiled at your boyfriend, kissing his nose softly. The night carried on, the five of you playing a few games of sharades, but you exiting the room to grab the next plate of sliders to bring into the room.

As you sat back down, Harry walked up to you, sat in your lap, and grabbed your face. "Mawwy me." He giggled softly, your eyebrows furrowing as Lily quickly yanked him from your lap, nervously chuckling. "Hah, sorry, don't know where that came from" You looked around the room, all four faces refusing to look at you, all of them nervously laughing along with Lily.

"Did Harry just ask me to marry him?" You watched as they glanced around nervously before breaking out, talking over each other. "What, psh, no way." "Where would he have learned how to do that?" "I didn't hear that, did you hear that?" "No, but I did." All talked stopped, everyone looking at Remus. "What did you just say?"

Remus took a deep breath, moving off the couch and turning to look at you, before bending down onto one knee. "I've been talking to them a lot about how I was going to ask you, but seeing as how Harry beat me to the punch, let's do it right now. Y/n, right in front of our friends and a little boy who doesn't know how to keep his mouth shut." James tickled Harry, causing him to giggle as you all smiled. "I'm asking the most beautiful girl I've ever seen in my entire life, the girl who showed me that being something you can't control doesn't make you a monster, the girl who makes me smile with just a single giggle, to marry me. You have shown me a happiness I thought everyone was faking, a love that I didn't think existed outside of James and Lily and Molly and Arthur, and a kindness I thought had left the world.

"So, in the living room of our best friends, surrounded by food I think Harry might have stuck his fingers in, I ask you to marry me. Make me the happiest man in the world and marry me."

You thought his proposal had been so incredibly beautiful, better than any you ever could have imagined. As you rinsed off the extra shaving cream from your legs, you sighed deeply. How did your love life come to this?

Eventually, you had exited the shower, tying the bathrobe around your bump before opening the bathroom door, walking out and jumping at the sight of Remus sitting on your bed.

"Fuck, you scared me." You clutched your belly, looking at the man. "Oh, shoot, sorry." You pulled the robe tighter, seeing his eyes flutter down to his legs. It hurt your heart to think you needed to cover up from him, but you attempted to cover the large bump behind the robe.

"Let me, uh, let me change really quick." You grabbed your underwear from your dresser before rushing into the closet, shutting the door and dressing in a shirt and a baggier set of overalls, hoping it didn't show your belly too much. When you walked out, Remus was now pacing the floor, his hands gripping his hair tightly.

"Rem, stop, it's fine." you quickly walked to him, pulling his hands from his hair. "I'm glad you're okay." You mumbled the words, taking a step back from him. He inhaled deeply, his eyes shutting.

"I can still smell the change in your scent. Really, Moony can, but I can still tell." You nodded, stepping back once more.

"Y/n, we need to talk." You laughed bitterly, a mix of anger and sadness filling your body. "You think we need to talk, Remus? You think so? You think we should talk about the fact that, the second you got back from being on a mission you could have died on, you yelled at me for something I couldn't control? You think we should talk about the fact that you basically told me to abort our kids? You think we should talk about the fact that you let me walk out of our home without trying to stop me? You think we should talk about that?"

Your hands were shaking in anger, your eyes swelling up with tears. Damn, how much can one person cry? Your hands gripped your own hair now, pulling it in anger. "How can I cry this much? How does this happen?" You shouted in anger, now at yourself. "Fucking hormones!" Your hands fell to your sides, your eyes squeezed shut before your felt yourself in the hold of him.

His scent filled you, filled you up until your body relaxed involuntarily. "'S okay, I'm right here. I'm right here." One hand went up to smooth the hair that you yanked, the other firmly holding you to him. Your hands wrapped around him, grasping onto the fabric of his shirt at his back. "I'm so fucking mad at you, Remus. So fucking mad." Your tears slowed, your eyes closing as you finally felt safe.

He had been your safe place for so long and going without him for this long had kept your body weak. Now, relaxed in his hold, your body begged for decent sleep. You allowed yourself to go limp in his hold, feeling him pick you up bridal style and walk to both to the bed, curling up with you in his arms. "'M right here, love. Right here and I'm not going anywhere." You drifted to sleep, holding him with as much strength as you could as you slept.

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WC: 1549

Rated: M to be on the safe side

Tags: domestic, mildly sexual themes but no smut, references to sex, alcohol consumption, mild/moderate intoxication, bad (very good) music, is this a strip tease??

A/N: “Do Ya Think I’m Sexy?” by Rod Stewart is both the best and worst song ever written. I don’t make the rules. I also don’t know how this got so long?

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When Niki unlocks the door to your flat he isn't expecting to hear the obnoxiously loud giggles from the other side. You had given him a key to your place shortly after you got engaged. Neither of you had any qualms about moving in with each other before the actual wedding, but you didn't want to give your parents a heart attack. Even so, half your belongings were at his place already.

Opening your front door he sees you and Elena on the couch, whispering and tittering with each other. It takes you a second to notice him standing in the doorway. "Niki! You're home early!"

"Actually," Niki checks his watch, "I'm more than an hour late." He'd had business in the city, so you both planned for him to come by afterwards. That being said, it was going on quarter past 9.

"Oh! Didn't even notice." Both you and Elena snort in laughter, hands flying up to cover your grins. Your exceedingly chipper attitude and flushed cheeks confuse him before he spots the empty wine bottle on the table next to you. Ah - one of those nights. "We were just talking about you!"

"All good things I hope," he says as he takes off his shoes and hangs his coat.

Elena leans in to whisper something conspiratorially to you. Niki is unable to make out what she's said. Based on the reaction and the snickers you give he figures it is something overtly sexual in nature.

She hops up from the couch. "I'd better get going, my sister should be here by now anyway." She leans in to give you a wet kiss on the cheek. On her way to the door she pulls Niki in for a fairly one-sided hug. "Have fun you crazy kids! Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" She tossed over her shoulder, shutting the door.

Niki rifled through the fridge, finding himself ingredients to make a sandwich. "So," he began. "How many glasses have you had?"

"Whyyy do you wanna know?" you drawled out, eyes squinting. The back of the couch makes a good place to rest your chin as you watch him move around the kitchen.

"Because. I want to know how in for it I am tonight." His tone is light, joking even as he looks up at you across the room.

You shrug dramatically. "Just three… or four, maybe."

"Ah," he nods to himself and picks up his sandwich.

It wasn't often you drank this much, but when you did it was always an interesting time. You had only gotten drunk a handful of times since he'd known you, that is, if you could even call it that; you were definitely cognizant of what you were doing. If anything you were just looser than usual thanks to the help of the liquor. Any other person would likely be blitzed after four glasses; you’d told him it was something about being part Scottish that helped you hold your own. Normally Niki couldn't stand when people drank too much. There was something endearing about you though when you got like this. He should've been beyond annoyed, but instead he always found it rather funny.

"And what did you and Elena talk about before I got home?" Home. He liked the sound of being home with you.

"I may have let slip about a certain...ah… incident with the Ferrari…" you finish with a large swallow of wine.

You had an incident with the Ferrari? Niki doesn't remember you being around the car without him. His brow furrows. "What incident?"

"You know…" you wiggle your hands back and forth, gesturing between you. A hiccup punctuates the brief silence.

His concern grows at your lack of answer. "If I knew I wouldn't be asking, liebe."

You let out an overdramatic huff. "Niki!” his name drawn out like a whiny child, “Christ I told her about the sex!"

His eyebrows met his hairline. That incident. He wasn't exactly happy with Elena being privy to that aspect of his life but he figures it could be a lot worse. "Which time..?" he mutters offhandedly to himself.

You jump up, nearly tripping on a fallen blanket and almost sloshing your wine on to the carpet. Catching him next to the couch you push your finger to his uneven lips. "It's alrigh’ though it's our little secret, shhh." You even attempted to wink at him.

Niki grunts in lieu of a chuckle. It's going to be one of those nights.

“Oh! I almos’ forgot!” You spin on your heel and head to your record player. "Look what I bought!" You hold up a new album - a mix of recent top hits. Niki busies himself getting comfortable on the couch while you place the record on the player, cranking the volume.

He finishes his dinner while you groove to the music, wine glass dangling from your fingertips. Your singing is decent, despite the wine in your system. Niki is content to let you have your fun, he even recognized some of the songs from the radio station you played in the car. You are a terrible dancer though, he laughs to himself. He supposes he can’t dance much better himself, really.

A new song began; its funky bass line and smooth rhythm exciting. You threw back your head and released a throaty chuckle. Swaying your hips side to side, you saunter over to Niki. He watches as you shimmy your shoulders to the beat; pointing your finger at him as you move. When the chorus begins you sing along in a sultry voice, hands raised to the ceiling, wiggling your hips towards the floor. You give your best attempt at bedroom eyes as you sing and dance for him.

"If you want my body and you think I'm sexy

Come on, sugar, tell me so.”

Niki chews his bottom lip in amusement as you dance. Seeing your glass almost slip from your loose grip, he leans out and plucks it from your fingers. You hardly notice the absence, continuing your performance.

“If you really need me, just reach out and touch me

Come on, honey, tell me so."

Looking at your fiance over your shoulder, you begin to unbutton your shirt, sliding the open collar over your arms to hang on your elbows. The tops of your breasts exposed, you shake your ass to the music in his direction.

Niki rubs his thumb across his mouth to quell his smirk. “What are you doing, schatz?” It took him a few more seconds to break his eyes away from your uncovered skin as he asked.

You hum, “what’s it look like I’m doin’?”

“Like you’re trying to seduce me or some bullshit.” He can’t hide the amusement in his tone.

“Is it workin’?” You don’t stop moving.

Niki will admit you are oddly sexy right now, even with your horrible dancing and overexaggerated singing. Your breasts are nearly falling out of your brassier as you dance and there is a flush to your skin that reminds him of when you make love. But he just cannot get past how utterly ridiculous you look - and what the hell is this song?

"If you want my body and you think I'm sexy

Come on, honey, tell me so.

If you really need me, just reach out and touch me

Come on, sugar, tell me so.”

You pull the sleeves from your arms and toss the garment at him with a waggle of your brows. “Do you Niki? Do you think I’m sexy?”

“Of course.” He licks his lips, deciding to play along with your little game. His resolve not to laugh would soon crack.

“Alright then.” You slide your hands up the skin of your torso. Your legs do little kicks as you walk to the beat, gyrating your pelvis in a circle.

Niki can tell you are getting tired by how your movements slow towards the end of the song. Here comes the crash.

With the last notes of the song you fall into his lap, his arms bracing your descent. You sigh, your breathing labored from the dancing and alcohol. A low hum vibrates in your throat as you make yourself comfortable draped over him. His fingers leave indents where they hold around the bare skin of your waist. “Was it good?” You trail your fingers up his chest and look up at him from under your lashes.

“What, liebe?”

“Are you sedued… se.. seduced?” you correct.

Niki nods to appease you and your efforts. “Hmm, very much.”

You nuzzle into his neck, his cologne and the scent of motor oil making your head spin. “Good… think I need you…”

Softly, Niki says “and I think you need to go to bed.” You nod as enthusiastically as you can manage in your current state, understanding him as wanting to take you to bed. He lifts you in his arms bridal style, walking you to the bedroom.

Placing you in bed and pulling the covers to your chin, you don’t have the energy to protest when he doesn't join you. When Niki returns from the bathroom in his own sleepwear not two minutes later you are already snoring. He lets out a gentle chuckle before joining you in bed to sleep.

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[angellesword]

SAVE ME | KTH (02)

summary: You were determined to kill yourself, but instead of ending your life, you ended up summoning the devil of death.

Alternatively:

The Devil: I’m here to ruin you, I’m here to save you.

genre & content warnings: demon au, e2l, angst, fluff, roommate au, oc wants to die, invalidating feelings of others, drug overdose,  physical violence, and mention of character’s death (minor)

pairing: devil!taehyung x doctor!reader

word count: 2.6k

PREVIOUS CHAPTER

"I'm the devil and I'm here to save you."

It seemed like the world stopped spinning the moment you heard those words. You were deeply rooted in the place where you're standing and suddenly, you couldn't speak. You tried parting your lips, unluckily no word came out.

The stranger who claimed to be the 'devil' furrowed his brow that caused you to momentarily shut your eyes—hoping that once you opened it again, this stranger's reflection would go away.

 It didn't.

The man was still standing behind you. An evil grin was actually plastered on his face while twirling the handle of the black scissors in his pointer finger.

This devil was pretending to keep his cool, but in reality, he's pissed off. Well for starters, he did not want to be here. He's literally just chilling in the deepest part of hell when you called him.

What the hell does she need from me anyway?  The devil mused.

He thought that his question would be answered the moment you turned to face him. Unfortunately, you only looked at him hoping that your mind was just playing tricks on you—that you were actually the only living creature here. 

Did you overdose with antidepressant pills again?

"Fuck off!" You scolded yourself thinking that the things you were seeing weren't real. This was simply one of the effects of taking too much pills.

Tears painted your cheeks as you covered your face. You were just hallucinating, right? If not, then why would a fucking devil appear in your already pathetic life?

Demons did not exist. They're just an illusion created by people so they could blame someone or something as to why their lives were miserable.

You took a deep breath as you talked to yourself: 'Demons don't exist. Stay calm. You're doing great.'

'Focus on your breathing, sweetie. I'm here for you.'  You even played your mom's usual reminder inside your head. 'She's here with me. I'm okay. I will be okay...' You continued to distract yourself.

Minutes passed. When your heart started beating at a normal place, you then placed your trembling hands on your chest. Your labored breathing turned steady. This meant that the devil was gone now, right?

"You done meditating, dollface?"

You choked on your own spit when you saw the stranger casually sitting on the couch. His tails was still wagging while grinning from ear to ear.

"Just fuck off!"

The devil lazily rolled his eyes when he realized that anger was taking over you again. You were hysterical. You're throwing everything your hand touched at the stranger.

"Fuck off! Fuck off! Leave me fucking alone!" You shrieked.

The lampshade was heavy in your arms so you threw it at once. Sadly the devil was agile. One moment he's dodging your throws and now he's stopping you from breaking more stuff.

The devil had enough of your bullshit.

He pinned you to the floor length mirror, causing the glass to shatter. Its pieces pierced through your body.

You yelped in pain.

The devil let out an exasperated sigh.

"Listen here, Barbie." He rolled his eyes while emphasizing the 'ie' in the word Barbie. He also stared deep into your eyes.

You could only watch as his lips danced.

"As much as I want to leave your Barbie world and ignore your plastic life, I can't." You could feel his hot breath on your cheek. It made you shiver. "You are the one who summoned me. Therefore, I'm stuck with you."

His statement made you huff. You didn't like the tone this devil just used. You were crankier than usual and it’s probably because you had taken a lot of pills today.

It's like you weren't scared of him anymore because really, who did he think he was to insult you?

"Did you just call me a Barbie?" You usually took this as a compliment, howbeit his voice sounded so cynical that you could practically taste the insult in your mouth.

"Hmm. Let me see," the devil pretended to think. He moved a few inches away from you just so he could eye you from head to toe. His gaze was so sultry that your fight-or-flight response was to cover your chest and gasp.

He only chuckled at your reaction before proceeding to tell you his stupid reasons.

"You're living in a grand apartment, you have hundreds of shoes and expensive clothes too," his eyes roamed around your big room while snorting. He was suddenly reminded of those people who tried to kill themselves because they didn't have enough money to provide for themselves and for their families. It's funny that you're just taking for granted the things other people would kill just to have.

You were really the classic bimbo Barbie.

"You literally have everything, yet you're still acting like life is so hard!" He imitated a high pitched voice of a woman while rolling his eyes. 

"How dare you!" You couldn't take his insults anymore as you were already stepping on his ridiculously long tail.

He had no right to accuse you of being ungrateful when he knew nothing about the hell you had been going through.

It was unfair.

You stomped your feet on his tail one more time before running away, leaving him crying in pain.

Your heartbeat doubled as you stepped out of your abode. Running mindlessly brought you to the parking lot. At times like this, you couldn't help but give yourself some credit for always putting your car keys inside the pocket of your jeans.

You drove away from your apartment building.

 You could still feel your heart thumping loud as you stepped on the gas. You needed to get away before you lost your mind.

 You thought you already got away with the stranger who claimed to be the devil, but then you suddenly felt a strong pang of pain in your chest. It also felt like someone's punching your lungs because you could hardly breathe.

 "No!"

 Profanities escaped your mouth when you almost hit a group of pedestrian crossing the street. You wanted to stop to ask if they’re okay; however, you couldn't seem to stop driving.

 What the hell was happening!?

 "Careful, Barbie. You might kill someone..."

 "I said leave me alone!" You stepped on the gas harder because using your peripheral vision, you saw the devil casually slouching on the passenger seat.

 Your tears fell as the devil's wicked laugh erupted. He's about to lean closer, but you're quick enough to stop the car, throwing him back on his seat.

 You hastily went out of your mini cooper and then you ran inside the hospital where you worked. There were a lot of people in this place. You were sure the devil couldn't get to you while you were here.

 Or so you thought.

 "Hey, what are you doing here—wait! Are you okay?"

 Huh. If it wasn't your luck. Out of all the people you're going to run into while running away from the devil, why did it have to be another devil?

 "Dr. Bae..." You said breathlessly.

 Bae Joo-hyun only winced as a response to your lame greeting. You could actually see the disgusted look she's sporting as she eyed you from head toe. The scowl on her face deepened upon seeing your bare feet. Joo-hyun always hated the way you dressed because she could never beat your style. 

 However, it looked like today was her lucky day. Her scowl turned into a smirk when she noticed your outfit of the day: black jeans and plain top. You didn't apply any makeup. You were one hundred percent sure that the bags under your eyes were visible.

 Acid dripped into your stomach, sadly you didn't have any choice but to pretend like you were not affected by Joo-hyun's judgmental stare.

 "How are you?" You flashed a smile at you enemy. It's the kind of smile that hid your real emotions. No one would have guessed that you just spent the past hour of this gloomy afternoon from trying to kill yourself to summoning the devil and now, just casually saying hello to your nemesis.

 Seriously. What's up with your life?

 "I should be the one asking you that," Joo-Hyun quirked her brow, feigning sympathy.

 "Are you okay? I've heard that Cha Areum passed away because of you. I mean—" She paused mid-sentence just to laugh. It was the type of laugh that said 'Oh, silly me!' because the answer was damn obvious.

 You glared at her. Joo-Hyun really knew how to annoy you.

 "—she died because the operation which you lead wasn't successful, right?" Joo-Hyun patted your bare shoulder which caused you to flinch; however, she acted as though she didn't notice your nervous movement.

 "Condolence by the way. I know how much that patient meant to you."

 Tears filled your eyes as you let out a shaky breath. If this was an ordinary day, you would most definitely make Bae Joo-hyun regret opening her big mouth, but today wasn't like any other day. This was the time you should be ending your pathetic life.

 It wasn't happening because you were running away. Again.

 "Have a good day, Dr. Bae." Your lack of energy to deal with the annoying doctor was apparent when you decided to simply walk away—no. You were running once more.

 Admittedly, when you were driving a few minutes ago, you didn't really know where to go. You were just certain that you needed to leave your apartment—that you needed to get away from the stranger who insisted that you summoned him, but then you found yourself taking the route going to this hospital.

 Your safe place.

 Ever since you were a kid, you had always dreamt of working here at Cornelia Hospital. You wanted to take care of other people and extend their time in this world—this was what you promised Cha Areum, the little girl you failed to save.

 Bae Joo-hyun was right. The operation which you had led wasn't successful. It ended the life of a ten year-old girl.

 She was so young.

 'She shouldn't have trusted me. I am a failure. I failed her!' Your thoughts cut deeper than a knife. You firmly believed that you deserved to die as well.

 "I'm so sorry, Areum!" You stumbled on the ground.

 This place felt like home to you. Aside from cutting your hair, you also went to the rooftop of this hospital just to feel the fresh air—a gentle reminder that you were alive and lucky enough to experience simple things like the warmth of the wind.

 Today, instead of being in the morgue, you were back on the rooftop.

 You plopped down on the floor as you succumbed to the pain of losing the first person whom you loved after the death of your mother.

 'I am a failure.' You continued to screw this in your head.

 "Sorry. I'm so sorry!" You clasped your hands together and then you rubbed them as fast and as hard as you could.

 You also looked at the sky; the harsh ray of the sun didn't matter to you.

 It's unbelievable. Where did the sun get the audacity to shine brightly when people were mourning?

 The sun was not fair.

 "You look horrible, Barbie."

 Your eyes instantly landed on the stranger beside you.

 The devil was back. He was hugging his legs while placing his chin on the top of his knees.

 He flashed another evil grin at you.

 You wiped your tears away.

 "Look," you stared hard at him. "I don't care if you're really a devil or not. In fact, I don't care if you want to kill me at all."

 You stopped talking when you remembered what he said a short time ago. He claimed that he didn't have any intention to end your life. Actually, he said he came to save you.

 "—but if you're just going to pester and insult me, I suggest you go back to hell before I kick your ass to heaven."

 Your threat must have been funny because the devil burst into laughter. He laughed until he choked on his own spit.

 You rolled my eyes.

 "You're different from them." The devil chuckled again. He's been in this world since the beginning of time, yet this was the first time he encountered a mere human threatening him.

 People were usually scared of him. If they're kind, it was because they needed something from him. Fame, wealth, knowledge, or anything they wanted.

 The devil could give any diabolical favors to humans in exchange of their souls.

 "Whatever," you pursed your lips since you seriously didn't care about what he was implying. 

 You simply wanted to rest and to your surprise, the devil actually kept his mouth shut.

 Silence engulfed the two of you.

 Just when you thought your heart was finally calmed down, the devil spoke again, causing your anger to ignite once more.

 "You don't really wanna die today, do you?"

 You were so ready for your rebuttal, but his question surprised you.

 It rendered you speechless.

 The only thing you could do was to look at your shaking hands. Shame and guilt crept into your heart.

 You honestly thought that you were ready to die today, but come to think of it, if you really wanted to kill yourself, would you seriously allow yourself to look mediocre in your last day here on earth?

 You were vain. You firmly believed that whatever you're wearing when you died would be your ghost outfit.

 Knowing this attitude of yours, you were certain you would never ever allow yourself to wear ugly jeans and an equally ugly top if you were aware that you're going to die.

 Your ghost outfit should be fabulous.

 "W-What are you doing?" Your body trembled in fear when the devil abruptly leaned closer to you.

 He touched your chin, urging you to look at him. When you did, your breathing hitched. Not only that, your heart also skipped a beat as you finally took in his appearance.

 Maybe they're not lying when they said that the devil came in beautiful form to deceive human beings.

 This demon was perfect. His face was symmetrical. He had this heart shaped face. This was the first time you saw someone with rich golden eyes in your more than thirty years of existence.

 The devil's eyelashes were so long you were convinced he didn't blink, he batted. You were also surprised to see his eyelids. His right eye was monolid while the left part was double eyelid.

 His tail wagged, halting your enthusiastic heart from praising his Godly feature.

 The devil stared deep into your soul. He pulled you closer to him and then a gasp escaped your mouth when he touched the back of your shoulder.

 "You can't kill yourself." This was the last words he said to you before disappearing into the thin air.

 You blinked once. Just a few breaths ago, you was determined to end your life because you blamed yourself for Areum’s death. Right now, however, the only thing clouding your feeble mind was the gorgeous creature who you summoned.

 You were drinking in the physical features of the devil like a love-struck fool as you wondered what in hell had gotten into you.

 The devil came into beautiful form, but he also came to totally turn your miserable life upside down.

 This was not good.

NEXT CHAPTER

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[jd-loves-everyone]

UNO

➤ Recording your newest youtube video and talking back to your boyfriend, Chan, ends up getting you into a lot more trouble than you expected.

➤ genre: smut

➤ wc: 2.3K (well this got long)

➤ warnings: dom!chan, sub!reader, minor preparation (be very careful or you could get hurt), use of the color system, dirty talk, power imbalance, finger sucking, explicit language, strength/size kink(?), mentioned aftercare.

➤ a/n: Yes I have a youtube channel. No, I am not self-projecting (maybe just a little bit :)) Also, please tell me what you thought about this because I haven’t written smut in nearly a year so I’m not sure if I like this, plus english isn’t my first language so let me know if anything doesn’t make sense :) 

Perhaps pushing your boyfriend, Chan, wasn't the best idea. No matter the situation. But, in your defense Felix had taken you telling him to "suck my nonexistent dick" quite well, so what you told Chan wasn't THAT bad. At least in comparison. But perhaps it had been the seemingly endless build up to it that made him blow a fuse.

You had recently found out that videos of playing Uno with friends were not only fun, but also extremely popular. So it seemed like a great way to spend your Friday afternoon with Chan, Felix and Jisung, while also recording a video that would no doubt be entertaining.

It was no secret to anyone that all the boys were quite competitive (in various degrees, but all very competitive nonetheless), and to anyone that watched you play any sort of game it was also no secret that you were very competitive as well.

So, everyone you had invited to participate were people who could: speak English, were competitive and got frustrated quickly, which would all hopefully make for a pretty funny video. What you didn't account for was your own (unexpectedly) short temper and unfiltered vocabulary, all probably due to the presence of a microphone.

And so, with Chan in the next room in your house, you in your office and Felix and Jisung in their own houses, the game began. It started pretty slow, with everyone getting used to the setting and the game, but all eventually loosened up after the first "f bomb" was dropped. From there followed many minutes of frustrated yelling that rapidly grew in volume every time someone screwed someone else over. It seemed most prevalent between you and Chan though. And with every card he played to make you lose, your playfulness dissipated. Chan had tolerated your bratty behavior for most of the game, but that statement was the last straw.

“That’s it. You’re sleeping on the couch tonight.” You deadpanned amidst Felix and Jisung’s booming laughter, after your boyfriend made you pick up 4 more cards just as you were about to win. The silence that followed from his side should have made it clear to you that a line had been crossed. But you barely noticed as Chan seemed to go back to his normal self not long after.

The game continued normally and you ended it after getting enough footage for a video, ending the recording and saying goodbye to your friends and moving to Chan’s office.

Upon seeing him sitting in his chair, facing his computer, you decided to move towards him quietly to surprise him, given your current good mood. As you reached him you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, burying your face in the side of his neck and filing it with loud kisses.

The last thing you expected was for him to grasp your wrist tight enough to make a point: that he wasn’t pleased. With something you had done, most likely. Most definitely, otherwise he’d be telling you about his frustrations and not keeping vice-like grip on your hand.

“Chan?” You asked, oh-so innocently. It almost made him snicker. Instead he turned his chair around, tugging you forward to stand in between his spread legs, staring at you with fire in his eyes. Meanwhile you wracked your brain for the reason as to what you had done to make him mad.

“I’m a little disappointed with my baby girl today. You know why?” His voice was dangerously low, and suspiciously devious. You were almost sure he was doing this just to toy with you because he knew you loved it.

You furrowed your brows in concentration. What could it have been? None of what you had said or done seemed unusual or out of line. Maybe his patience was running low today? Perhaps there were simply so many little things that could be considered “mistakes” on your part, for you to figure out what the catalyst was.

"You don't know, do you?" He chuckles mockingly, his hold on your wrist loosening, lulling you into a false sense of security.

“I’m disappointed with my baby girl, because she was being a brat all game. Talking back to me with that attitude, trying to convince everyone you were in control. But we both know you’re not. I even let most of it slip since it was for the video, but I feel like perhaps you forgot who’s in control here. I also think that you were enjoying being on top for once, too much.” Chan spoke huskily, rising from the chair and looking down at your form.

“Maybe I need to show you who’s in charge.” He said absentmindedly, placing his hand on your cheek and stroking your bottom lip with his thumb, smiling softly when your lips parted to let his finger through. You licked it softly, hoping to please him. He saw right through you immediately, smirking as he pressed his thumb down on your tongue, making your mouth open wider. Saliva pooled at the bottom due to the dominant presence he exuded and the darkness in his gaze which promised an eventful night.

"Go to the bedroom, take your clothes off and maybe I'll think about going easy on you." He whispered, stepping back to give you space. Strangely enough, without his scent surrounding you, you felt dazed and somewhat cold.

But you hurried to carry out his order. Part of you wanted to push him just a little more, just to test him. But another, bigger part, just wanted to be his good girl.

You felt exposed and vulnerable as you stood in front of the bed, naked and waiting for Chan to step through the bedroom door. As he did, you felt goosebumps appear all over your skin as he looked you up and down appreciatively. You tried covering yourself as he made his way to you. He had seen you naked before (and in much more compromising positions) but the way his predatory gaze traced every one of curves, taking you in as if it was the first time, every time, just set fire to the blood in your veins and cheeks.

“Why are you hiding, baby? You seemed so confident just a few minutes ago. Where has all that attitude gone?” Chan taunted, taking his clothes off painfully slowly before sitting against the headboard, watching you with those keen eyes. Even if you were both naked, you felt nowhere near out of his grasp. All the muscles now exposed to you made your mouth water, just at the sight of his statuesque body that he worked so hard for, covered by marble-like skin.

“Come closer baby. Don’t get all shy now.”

You moved forward meekly, crawling until you were knelt in front of him, trying so hard to not let your eyes drop down to follow his v-line down to his cock. It was so enticing every time that it took all your willpower to keep his lustful gaze. He smirked, as if noticing your struggle.

"You're in the wrong spot, baby. I want to sit right here." He said as he patted both his thighs. "Since you like being on top so much, I want you to ride me. You do all the work this time. Because you're only coming tonight if you work for it."

The cockiness in his voice made you shiver in anticipation.

You crawled forward once more, straddling his lap and squirming at the feeling of him rubbing against your already dripping folds. Even though this persona of his never failed to get you wet enough for him to slide himself in smoothly, you knew the stretch would still be a bit painful, which perhaps was his intention. 

He cupped your cheek in his hand gently, looking at you with unveiled concern despite his lust-blown pupils. 

“Color?” He asked carefully, stroking your flesh soothingly as you leaned into the touch, making him smile fondly. 

“Green. But, please go slow.” You replied once the fog in your mind cleared, looking your loving boyfriend in the eyes, deeply appreciative of his carefulness. He patted you cheek softly, nodding, before the switch flipped and he was back to his darker self, no more gentleness left in his gaze, hands grabbing you hips tightly and jerking you against him slightly. You jumped in surprise, letting out a whimper at the feeling of his hard member against you.  He sent you a look as if to say: 'get to it'.

You slowly trailed your hand down your body as Chan stared unabashedly, before he grabbed your hand.

"No no. You seemed so eager to finish during the game. So why don't you just get to it?" He said lowly, scratching his nails on your thighs before groping the flesh harshly.

Not wanting to contradict him anymore, you grabbed his cock in your hand, spreading your essence on him, before positioning him at your entrance.

As you slowly sat on him, his breathing became harsh and labored, and you winced and whimpered at the stretch. It burned slightly but it wasn’t nearly as painful as the first time had been since you were going slow enough to adjust to his size. But it seemed as if Chan was struggling quite a bit,

He leaned his head back, neck on full display as his jaw clenched, trying his best to hold himself back from thrusting up into you. You realized that this was not only a punishment for you but also for him. Perhaps his plan backfired? Or perhaps he had planned this but realized he actually wouldn’t be able to hold himself back in a few minutes. Only time could tell.

Your eyes locked onto the prominent veins just under his fair skin, looking so inviting that you just couldn’t resist the urge to suck a blot of red onto his neck making him groan as he moved inside you as you leaned towards him. His grip on your hips tightened.

“Fuck! You’re so tight!” He said breathlessly, easing the grip he had on you to let you move. 

And as you felt as if the pain had passed, you held onto his shoulders tightly and started moving up and down. The feel of him rubbing against your walls was almost too much as you could feel every bump and vein of his cock as you clenched experimentally. It made Chan let out a startled moan, probably louder than he intended as his cheeks reddened for more than exertion, eyes rolling back at the feeling. 

Upon seeing the effect you had on him you got a sudden boost in confidence, riding him with fervor, determined to do your best and get more of those delicious reactions out of him. 

The room filled with the sound of skin slapping as you bounced on his lap making more euphoric noises spill from Chan’s throat. You were in a similar state, the position allowing him to hit every sweet spot inside you, making you emit countless moans and whimpers. 

You felt your orgasm build, tears gathering in your eyes at the overwhelming feeling of being so close but so far from the finish line, but being unable to reach it as your thighs became sore from smacking against Chan and fatigue started to weaken your limbs. You let out frustrated whimpers as you held onto his shoulders tight enough for your fingers to go white from pressure, which made Chan groan. 

“Chan please! I can’t… anymore…” You begged breathlessly as your movements slowed down. 

“Ah, fuck it.” He said, taking hold of your hips before flipping you onto your back without separating your bodies. He settled between your widely spread legs, pushing his hips forward with all the strength he had been holding back, grunting with effort. 

“Poor baby. Can’t even make yourself cum without my help, huh? Not strong enough to handle it, are you?” He spoke smugly as your moans became louder and louder at his words. 

Your breasts moved in tandem with his movements, attracting his attention which made him lean forward to take one of your enticing nipples into his warm and wet mouth. With the way your voice kept rising in volume, you knew your neighbors couldn’t be too happy. 

“Are you close baby? Are you gonna cum for me?” He said as he took his mouth off of your chest, revealing the erotic sight of his saliva covering your nipple sloppily. 

“Y-Yes! So close, Chan please.” You didn’t know what you were pleading for but Chan seemed pleased with your response as he pressed his lips against yours, trying but not fully succeeding in muffling your noises, as his hand trailed towards your center to rub your clit harshly which gave you that extra push. 

As you tipped over the edge, barreling towards an overwhelming orgasm that made a few tears spill from your eyes, you clenched impossibly tight around Chan’s cock making him break the kiss, moaning and groaning openly into your mouth as you did the same.

Your breathing slowly returned to normal as you felt Chan’s sticky essence drip out of your hole as he pulled out, an image wished seemed to have captured his attention as he openly gazed at you red and spent pussy. Despite all that you had already done, and with the haze of lust no longer present, you blushed at his laser focused eyes set on your dripping core. 

“I’ll never get tired of this.” He whispered almost to himself, smirking at your flushed and pouty face. 

“Let’s get cleaned up, alright baby?” He said as he kissed your forehead gently.

“Just one thing Chan.” He tilted his head cutely, to show that he was listening. “Next time, try to not be such an asshole and maybe I’ll be nice in return.”

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[spicycreativity]

Fanfic Appreciation Week Day 7: A Place Where I Can Breathe

Yes, folks, I'm appreciating my own darn fanfic for the final day of Fanfic Appreciation Week because I worked really hard on it and it was a labor of love for/with one of my QPPs, my roommate, the man who got me into Sanders Sides: @\cadeorade-powercade (That's him in the aesthetic board)

Allow me to present the director's commentary for A Place Where I Can Breathe:

Content Warnings: All content warnings mentioned in the fic apply.

Chapter 1: I actually wrote this fairly late in the game. It's meant to serve as a prologue and orient the viewer in the universe, s opposed to staring on Chapter 2, which just throws the viewer in without context. I think it was a good choice, as it also allowed me to introduce the concept of the Sides having power focuses early on.

The Premise: Cade is a Virgil stan and he was getting frustrated looking for Virgil fic. He was finding a lot of stuff written without nuance by young authors, a sort of "by teenagers for teenagers" type deal. We are not teenagers, so we both have a hard time relating to that kind of teen angst fic, as we're not the target audience. So he asked me to write him a Virgil fic and we worked together to identify what plot he wanted, what the Mindscape looked like, and what quirks the Sides have. So a lot of this fic is quite gratuitous and self-indulgent

The Title: Lizzie McAlpine has a song called "Apple Pie" which includes the lyric "I've been running around trying to find a place where I can breathe." Apple Pie SCREAMS Moceit to me, and I had taken notice of the lyric and wanted to use it as the title for a Moceit fic. I didn't really have an idea beyond that, and when Cade asked me to write this fic, I realized it was actually perfect and summed up Virgil's inner struggle quite nicely. So cheers to "A Place Where I Can Breathe," the Moceit Fic That Wasn't

-Cade asked me specifically to include Virgil having a spider and I wrote nearly the whole fic without doing so, then had to go back and sprinkle some references in. I think I managed 2 total.

Chapter 2:

"Uh, how about I hold off on that until I actually see my room?" Virgil stared expectantly at Roman, who bounced on his toes. "Lead on, Macduff."

"That's not the line and you know it," Roman complained, but he turned to lead Virgil to his room. "It's ' lay on, Macduff,' and--"

-This fic was originally supposed to reach a climax with a confrontation between Remus and Roman, and "lay on, Macduff" would come back as a brick joke. Unfortunately, the original ending was a result of me getting tired and lazy, so I had to go back and fix it, and we lost the Roman-Remus confrontation.

It was hard for Virgil to not shudder at the sudden heat and weight on him. With his senses already open and taking in more information than his brain seemed to want to process, touch was an added stressor, more unwanted sensory input.

-Virgil being touch-averse is a direct shoutout to Cade, who is also touch-averse.

Roman had already transformed the living room: metallic streamers of purple and black stretched across the corners of the ceiling, and shiny balloons spelling out A-N-X-E-I-T-Y hovered above the TV.

-Upon first writing, Virgil had already given the upstairs crew his name, so the banner spelled out "VIRIGL" which is way funnier than "ANXEITY." But then his name reveal became a plot point so I had to go back and change it.

-Let! Virgil! Be! Mean!

-Virgil's line about hearing refrigerator noise when Roman talks is another shout-out to Cade, who has leveled that accusation at me

A small, cruel part of him protested at the idea that he would need special treatment and desperately wanted to throw it back in Patton's face. He wasn't a sweetheart, he wasn't a baby. He didn't need to crawl into a blanket fort with Dad just because he was a little stressed.

-Remus calls Janus "Janus Geminus" because I was tired and couldn't come up with a pun. "Geminus" is one of the Roman god Janus' epithets; another is "Pater" meaning "Father." That led to a conversation about Remus deliberately confusing Patton by calling Janus "Daddy," but I couldn't think of a clean way to fit the explanation into the narrative, so I stuck with "Geminus."

Chapter 3:

"There's nothing normal about that! " Roman stared in horror at the coffee massacre Virgil had orchestrated. What had once been a respectable (if not very tasty) cup of black coffee was now part of a 1:1 coffee to milk suspension, the liquid a tasteful shade of tan suitable for business casual trousers or a show-ready chihuahua.

-Cade is a certified Nightmare Man and came up with Virgil's horrifying coffee order after I asked him about it. Keep an eye out for Janus' equally horrifying coffee order later in the fic.

1) Shouts out the fact that Janus is canonically a Dostoevsky fan

Chapter 4:

Janus smiled at him. "Where reason fails, the Devil helps." He fussed with his gloves and straightened his capelet. "It's showtime."

-I fucking love Crime and Punishment. Look at me. Look at me. I fucking love Crime and Punishment. Janus' quoting Raskolnikov serves multiple purposes:

2) Lampshades the fact that Roman just conveniently happened to be alone in the living room, because I didn't want to waste time getting him there. That makes me, the author, the Devil

3) Foreshadows the impending disaster. When Raskolnikov says this line it is because he had planned to commit axe murder. The axe he was planning to steal had been moved, but he finds another, different axe to use. Raskolnikov messes up the murder and ends up killing an innocent witness in addition to his intended target. Janus messes up his manipulation attempt and ends up murdering Roman's self esteem

-I was going to include a reference to Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead (Remus' line "debauchery and vomit" was originally going to be "blood, love, and rhetoric") but I didn't because... Uh... Hm. Why didn't I do that. Maybe I just forgot about it???

-Roman is too stubborn to manipulate for long and that is a fact.

"I was pretty much done anyway," Remus said. "There's only so much debauchery and vomit you can fit into one story."

-Cade specifically ask me that nobody cry in this fic, but after I had Janus eviscerate Roman I knew he couldn't not cry a little. I kept it to a minimum because there's already a billion fucking fics about [literally any Side] crying on the shoulder of [literally any other Side] and it's really just not interesting to either of us.

-It didn't come up because it doesn't matter, but Thomas dreamed he was participating in the exact Dionysian orgy that took place in The Secret History because it's my fic and I said so.

Chapter 5:

He just sat back and watched and tugged at his hair while Janus spooned mound after mound of crisp white sugar into his mug and Virgil poured his customary eight fluid ounces of milk into his own mug.

-Cade strikes again. Virgil's coffee order is equal amounts milk to coffee; Janus' is equal parts sugar to coffee. He had asked me to include a scene where Roman catches Janus massacring his coffee and is appropriately horrified, but I uhh... Didn't write it. I still might include it as an omake someday.

-I imagine that Roman feels really strongly about dragons vs wyverns, and Remus just pretends to give a shit because he thinks it's funny to wind Roman up. Fortunately for me but unfortunately for my sense of realism in writing, I can't relate because I adore my sister and we get along perfectly almost 100% of the time.

"You shut us down every chance you get!" Remus said, baring his teeth. "How would you like it if your pens never wrote, hm? What would you do with all those thoughts in your head?"

-I do wish I had developed the concept of power focuses a bit more, established rules and such. Basically, Patton is always on the prowl for wrongthink and actively represses it, which in turn breaks or sabotages the Dark Sides' power focus.

Chapter 6: This chapter really should have been Janus and Roman but I was really tired and didn't want to bother with it. Plus, you know, Moceit. This chapter was meant to demonstrate how the characters would get along without Virgil nannying them. There's friction, but everyone is making a conscious, deliberate effort to get along because they love Virgil, and love is a series of choices you make.

I chose "Leo" as the answer for the answer to the crossword clue instead of "Virgo," because my other QPP is a Leo. She'll never read this fic, but I did it anyway because I love her. (Trivia: My sign is Virgo, so it was really a choice between shouting her out and shouting me out, and the last chapter is self-indulgent enough, thank you).

Chapter 7: I was gonna write a fic where all the Sides watched Cats the Musical because I was going through a phase. Then Cade requested this so I combined the two ideas. By this point I was fucking exhausted, and that's the only thing that saved you and the rest of the world from me writing the Sides riffing on the movie scene-by-scene. I could come up with snarky commentary for almost every, if not every single song from the movie.

Most notably, I cut a Patton-Remus interaction where Remus declares his love for Grizabella and Patton gets all staryy-eyed about Remus connecting with the idea of rising above rejection and being loved and accepted only for Remus to shoot him down and explain that he just likes that she got to die in a tire fire.

Other cut scenes include Janus quietly pretending not to go feral over Mister Mistoffelees, Patton full-on fucking sobbing over Grizabella and the kittens, and Logan experiencing a deep, soulful kinship with Munkustrap during Of The Awefull Battle of the Pekes and the Pollices (and henceforth introducing the phrase "like herding cats" into his regular vocabulary

#spicypost #fanfic appreciation week

[whereistheonepiece]

So @lesbian-space-ranger​ and I accidentally created a new Zosan AU that we’ve been talking about since last night. A note: half of this is me summarizing, half of it is pulled directly from Discord because Cas (lesbian-space-ranger) has such great ideas.

This is a long post. I don’t feel like putting it under a read more. So. Enjoy. Or keep scrolling. Either works.

So this post happened

These roles just came to me. Didn’t need to give it much thought because Sanji has the appearance and demeanor of a lead singer and I like the idea of him using his skilled hands to play piano at the same time.

I also watched the movie Rocketman earlier in the week. You know, that Elton John biopic. I adored it and it’s been heavy on my mind lately and I liked the idea of Sanji giving a high energy performance from the piano. (Sir Elton John’s music comes into play later.)

And as for Zoro, I find the bass and/or the beat the sexiest part of the music in a song and, naturally, I can see him rocking at either.

So I asked Cas if she had any other headcanons for this AU and this thing is too good to not share.

Yeah, so Zoro and Sanji are in a boy band with Usopp and Luffy. Luffy started the band. Luffy does guitar, Zoro is on bass, Usopp is on drums, and Sanji is on keyboard and vocals.

Nami is their manager. She works them hard and has taken a 40% cut of the profits because of the guys’ naivete and inexperience. But she’s why they took off. She booked their gigs at every venue she could manage, no matter how small.

They got their big break when Nami met Vivi, who’s a talent scout for the record label Baroque Works. Nami insisted that Vivi had to see the boys perform because they’re something else and Vivi’s heard that a thousand times, but she agreed because Nami is cute. Nami and Vivi are dating. Also, re Baroque Works: Crocodile looks like a sleazy music producer, doesn’t he? So does Doflamingo.

So Sanji is the pretty one, Luffy is the funny one, Zoro is the quiet/broody one, and Usopp is the smart one.

Zoro has a lot of deals with fitness brands, but secretly finds the famous life unfulfilling. This comes back later, so keep that in your back pocket.

Robin runs their social media. She’s so good at her job, running all of their accounts and tweeting simultaneously, you’d swear she had four sets of hands. Wink.

Franky does pyrotechnics/lighting.

Brook is their stylist.

Chopper was their first real fan. He and Zoro grew up in the same neighborhood and Chopper just always idolized him. He followed them before anyone knew their names. He was their hype man, saying encouraging things like "I know you guys are gonna be great!" He believed in them even when they didn't believe in themselves.

Usopp set up their recordings before they got signed because he’s savvy. And then Chopper would sell their crappy CDs. At these tiny gigs. Like coffeehouses and stuff.

Sanji can play keyboard because his parents forced him to play piano as a kid. They had this idea that classical music would teach him discipline and make him smarter. This is how he meets Zeff. Zeff’s your typical stern instructor, but he’s the first adult to ask Sanji what he actually wants and likes. Zeff sees Sanji’s not into it so he asks him what music he likes and Sanji tells him he likes pop, so Zeff gives Sanji a more rounded education. This includes Elton John because I say so. It did inspire me to put Sanji on keyboard, after all.

But other than being Sanji’s piano instructor, Zeff becomes the one positive adult figure in young Sanji’s life and he becomes something of a mentor figure for him. Zeff has a garden and he lets Sanji work in it with him. This garden is how Sanji gets his “little eggplant” nickname. Sanji pulls an eggplant out before it’s ready and it’s so small and pitiful and Zeff won’t let him live it down. Like, Sanji keeps in touch with Zeff even into adulthood and after he makes it big and he still calls Sanji little eggplant.

Zoro and Sanji are always doing that, "Kind of flirting, not really” thing on stage.  Sanji is always like walking up to Zoro on stage and acting like he's going to kiss him but pushing him away at the last moment. And it's this huge mystery whether they're actually an item or not. This comes from Nami. Sanji and Zoro have this natural chemistry with each other that leads to speculation and Nami, knowing how boy band fan bases work, saw dollar signs. But it’s not just pragmatism on her part; she knows that one cannot simply go up to Zoro and Sanji and say “You obviously like each other. You should date.” So she makes money and helps her friends find happiness.

Usopp has speculation going on as well. People are always confused as to who he’s dating. Tabloids keep being like "Usopp dumped Nami and is now dating Luffy!" "Luffy Scorned?" "Luffy ditches Usopp and steals his girl!" And they just think the entire thing is hilarious. They collect headlines. The answer is Usopp is dating Luffy and Nami and Luffy and Nami just become really affectionate with each other after dating Usopp long enough. Also Nami is dating Vivi, like I mentioned, and sometimes Nami brings her on as a plus one. 

Sanji and Zoro keep giving conflicting answers about their relationship status. Like they'll tell one person they hate each other and another person they're gonna get married someday. Sanji has to walk this fine line of being "in love" with all of his female fans and also "in love" with Zoro. Or not. Who knows? Like Sanji enjoys the attention but he really really plays shit up for his fangirls. This makes Sanji even more popular. Just picture pages upon pages of Sanji/Reader and “Zanji” fics on Wattpad. Nami is one smart lady. "I am the smartest, prettiest, most clever person alive."

Zosan getting together really is just a bunch of Fake Dating tropes. At first it really is just to get more press for the band. Nami schemes with Usopp and Robin to push them together. Robin's a social media genius and knows how to craft tweets and Instagram posts that fans will overanalyze. 

Meanwhile eventually Zoro and Sanji admit to each other they have actual feelings and one day Usopp finds Sanji sleeping in Zoro's bed, both of them completely tuckered out. But they don’t know Nami crafted this. They just come clean and hope she won't be mad and she's like, "Yes! Finally!" and they're like "What?" and she's like, "I've been waiting for you two to realize you have actual feelings. Did you really think I'd just use you for profit like that?" and they're both like "Yes" "Of course"

Zoro’s mad at her for meddling. Secretly he’s grateful, but he doesn’t want to give her the satisfaction and he’s yelling until Sanji grabs his hand and he just calms down.

And to bring Elton John back into the picture, just picture Sanji doing a cover of “Your Song” and uploading it online and thinking about Zoro. Naturally the comments are abuzz with people speculating that he’s singing about Zoro. And like. Onstage Sanji does his rendition and sends these small glances Zoro’s way, partially because he knows it’ll get the band a lot of attention, partially because that song is sweet and beautiful and it’s such a simple way to explain his feelings. (There is a reason why Moulin Rouge included it!!) I imagine this happens before they come clean to each other. Like, Zoro comes to him and is all “I keep thinking about that song you did...” And they go from there.

And eventually the band comes to its natural end. 

Usopp goes solo and flourishes, working as a songwriter and a producer. He wrote the band’s songs and he’s had a drum kit since he was, like, ten and he can make his own beats. He’s not the singing type (though he is good at it and could reach new heights if he came out of his shell), so he’s the kind of artist who makes the beat and then gets super famous pop singers to feature on his tracks. But he also writes songs for other singers and is so good at it and produces other artists’ tracks. I also like the idea that he’s taught himself to play multiple instruments, but he prefers the drums/percussion. He totally played percussion in school and was in marching band. I was in marching band for one year. I loathed every second of it, but I know he’d be phenomenal in drum corps.

Luffy isn’t much in music anymore, but he keeps himself busy. He’s something of an influencer, the kind of celebrity who gets paid to wear fashion brands’ clothing. He’s also Usopp’s trophy husband, living off the money he made off the band. Usopp grew wise to Nami’s antics and made sure he and Luffy would live comfortably for the rest of their lives, even if Usopp were to retire. Luffy also is secretly a Buzzfeed journalist because it’s fun for him to write these hit articles and people not know it’s him because he’s writing on this super bland pseudonym. 

And then there’s Zosan. They have a falling out after the band splits and go their separate ways.

Sanji quits being a professional singer because he’s tired of the prying into his personal life, but he still mentors and/or teaches. He has a string of girlfriends and finds no fulfillment in those relationships because the women are only interested in his celebrity.

And they aren’t Zoro.

Zoro tried branching off into commercials for fitness, but his heart wasn’t in it. He kind of takes up ranching on a whim and learns that he’s really good at it. He likes the physical labor, the quiet, being away from it all, nobody knowing his name. He doesn’t pursue anyone after Sanji because he feels like if it’s meant to be, someone will appear.

And Sanji does.

Sanji finds out where Zoro is through Luffy. So he makes his way to the ranch and finds Zoro and Sanji is all “Come back. I miss you.”

And there’s just a lot of soft Zosan content during Sanji’s visit. Sanji’s always been afraid of horses, but he’s not afraid when he’s with Zoro, and Zoro teaches him they can be gentle creatures, it’s just that you just have to respect them. (Ha. Get it?) Zoro takes Sanji on a ride and they go out and he takes him up the mountain and shows him how beautiful the view is. Sanji's watching the sunset and he's like, "Damn that's the prettiest thing I've ever seen." And Zoro is looking at Sanji and he says, "It sure is." And Sanji's like, "you're not... even looking." And Zoro's like, "No, I'm looking alright. Prettiest thing I've ever seen for sure."

More soft things like Zoro taking off his cowboy hat and putting it on Sanji. Them sitting by the fire, Zoro playing acoustic while Sanji sings. Whenever people see them they’ll ask them if they’re musicians and they share a knowing smile and say “Yeah. Something like that.”

And Zoro convinces Sanji to move out there with him. The others come to visit. Luffy and Chopper are obsessed with the cows and horses and the chickens. Luffy wants, like, eight pet chickens. Usopp is skeptical. Doesn’t believe Lu can look after a pet.

And it kind of ends there. It was us going back and forth, oftentimes out of chronological order, and so here I am putting it all together because it’s too good not to share. But it was a lot of fun.

#zosan #zoro #sanji #lusona #luffy #usopp #nami #robin #franky #chopper #brook #vivi #namivivi #long post #music au

[altruisticallydriven]

To The Mothers I’ve Helped Deliver: What You Might Not Have Noticed

As I walked into your room for the first time, you might not have noticed but I was nervous, too.  You asked a million questions, and I tried to sound confident answering every one, but the truth is that every time I left your room I went to the nurses' station and double-checked with all the other nurses that I was saying and doing everything right.

I didn’t want to miss anything.

It was my first day without a preceptor, and I was scared I wasn’t good enough to care for you yet.  You might not have noticed, but your reassuring smile and continuous “thank you”’s that day instilled a confidence in me that gave me the perseverance I needed to get through those first few months at this job. 

You might not have noticed, but I was relieved, too.  When your babies heart rate kept dropping and we were running out of things to try, suddenly you dilated and you were ready to push. I had tried to keep a smile on my face and my voice calm as I asked you to roll over to your side and opened up your fluids to give you a bolus, but inside I was counting the seconds that your babies heart rate was in the 70′s, turning up the volume on the monitor as I kept switching you positions until I heard which one got the babies heart rate back up even before I saw it on the strip.  You might not have noticed, but in those seconds my heart was racing faster than yours as I contemplated the next three interventions I would do and in what order if that heart rate didn't come up soon. And when you finally felt the relief of pushing out your baby,  you might not have noticed, but the Doctor and I gave eachother a look of relief as well, and I felt myself breathe again. I didn’t realize I had been holding my breath with you.

You might not have noticed,  but I was happy to. As I rested my hands on your shoulders to keep you relaxed during your epidural, and you squeezed my arms to keep yourself from moving through contractions while the needle was in your back, you kept apologizing. But I was grateful that there was finally someway I could really help distract and relieve your pain a bit after watching your labor for so long and feeling helpless. It’s a funny thing, as nurses we have an instinctive desire to take away pain, and when first learning how to labor with someone and coach them through the pain it seems unnatural- that pain, instead of being something to run away from, is something to press into. That pain can bring life instead of death. But I would be lying if I told you I wasn’t relieved when you chose to have an epirdural when your dilation stalled and your body could no longer relax enough to make room for your baby. I was more than glad to let you hold my hand, or squeeze my arm, or rest your hand on my shoulder- to feel and know that I’m actually doing something to help you cope through this, that relief was minutes away.  You might not have noticed, but when you finally were able to relax after the medication settled, I relaxed, too.

You might not have noticed, but I didn’t know the words to say when suddenly everything went wrong. One minute we were smiling and laughing, and the next you were bleeding and we were calling the doctor and rolling you to the OR.  You couldn’t see your baby come out because it happened so fast, and you had to be put under general anesthesia, but I knew before the NICU team gave me that look of grief and heartache that there was nothing they could do. You might not have noticed, but I held your baby as he took his last breath in that OR because you couldn’t- but I knew you’d want someone too. As the doctors finished your surgery and closed your empty womb, I felt the life leave his little body and cried under my mask as I tried to think of the words I’d tell you when you woke up in recovery. But there are no words for this.

You might not have noticed, but I prayed over your little one as I took footprints and dressed her in a yellow dress. She was so tiny, and though you weren't sure you’d want pictures I took them anyway just in case you came back and changed your mind. You might not have noticed, but my voice was shaking, too, as I coached you through pushing out a baby that came too early that day, both of us knowing that with every push you came closer to having to say goodbye.  I had to turn away for a moment when you first held her, the heartbreak was so tangible in the room that I felt like it was suffocating me, too. But I wanted to be there, I wanted to be strong for you. I was grieving with you, too. 

You might not have noticed, but I was thankful for you, too. After nights of hard deliveries and moms losing babies, I needed something to remind me why I loved this job, I needed something to uplift my dragging feet and a heavy heart. And there you were, walking into the room 8 centimeters dilated and smiling like this was the best day of your life. And it was, I suppose. I smiled with you as you told me you had been waiting for this baby for five years, and laughed in surprise when you threw your arms out and said praises to the Lord through your contractions. There you were, a first-time mother, laboring without any medication as though it was the greatest honor and joy of your life. I was in awe. And as we went from sitting to squatting, to standing, back to lying down, I encouraged and coached you through transition- but you didn’t really need my help. You were doing it all your own. I shook my head and bragged about you to the other nurses outside. When it was finally time to begin pushing, you grabbed your husbands hand and prayed for this babies health, and your strength, and gave thanks. I had never seen anything like it. I prayed along with you- I was thankful, too. 

You may not have noticed, but they were tears of relief, not happiness. When I put a pulse ox on you I saw that your heart rate matched what we thought was babies, and we realized the baby monitor had been picking up your heart rate instead. And for those moments, I didn't how long we hadn't been picking up the babies heart rate. The doctor, another nurse, and I gave each other the same panicked look as we got you to push harder so that we could get this baby out. I had never felt fear like this before. My hands were shaking as I got you in position and helped you count to ten. When his head came out and the doctor said tight nuchal, meaning the babies cord was wrapped around its neck, my stomach dropped. My hand hovered over the NICU button, ready to call for help, as his body slid out and for a moment he laid there stunned. When he finally let out his first cry, I began crying too. I think you thought it was because I was overjoyed and touched at his birth (and I was), but they were tears of relief, not joy. What had almost ended in disaster turned out okay. And as you held your baby for the first time I wiped the silent tears from my eyes before I turned to you and said congratulations- he was perfect. 

You may not have noticed, but there’s a lot we don't tell you. Like how much an IV is going to hurt before we put it, or why they call it the “ring of fire” when your babies crowning. We didn’t tell you how close you were to an emergency C-section when your baby had a prolonged decel and the resident, the charge nurse, and I were all calmy asking you to turn over again while simultaneously giving you oxygen and a fluid bolus and checking you to see if there was a cord. That it wasn’t normal, to have this many people in the room. We didn’t tell you how scared we were, too. Because in those moments you are already overwhelmed, and fearful, and feeling helpless. When it comes to decisions that need to be made, we make sure to tell you as far in advance as we can and as clearly as we can. But the rest of it, the scary reality of it, we keep to ourselves- because it's not helpful to you or baby to know everything.  Instead, we figure out how to fix it. And how to give you the kind of labor and delivery you always wanted. 

You may not have noticed, but this is the kind of job you take home with you. When people hear I am a labor and delivery nurse, they smile and automatically say “how wonderful! that must be such a happy job”, and I laugh because, for the most part, they are right-  but this morning after shift I was crying drinking a glass of wine with a coworker because the night before I watched a mom who had traveled countries to save her baby watch her baby die anyway. And as she cried and rocked her silent baby, I cried with her too. I swear I’ve never seen grief like this before. You cannot not feel it, too. The good nights are really, really good. And the bad nights are almost unbearable.  This job is scary and exciting and full of up and downs and an insurmountable amount of responsibility. No matter how many deliveries I help in, I still sometimes feel incompetent, unworthy, and unsure.  But nothing can describe the feeling of handing a baby to his dad for the first time, still naked and crying, and watching love settle there in his eyes- and it does, every time. Or the honor of comforting a grieving mom and telling her its not her fault as she goes into preterm labor again, and delivers a baby 3 days before its viable.  Nothing can describe the awe-inspiring strength I see day in and day out from these women who came in scared and unsure of what their bodies can handle, then proceed to press into that tension and fear with such bravery that it takes my breath away.

You may not have noticed, but it's worth it.  I had no idea when I became a labor and delivery nurse all of the joy and heartache that awaited me, but I wouldn’t trade it for the world.  Every day I get to come into work and walk into one of the most vulnerable and significant moments of someone’s life, and I get to walk with them through it. I get to help, coach, comfort, and celebrate with them. I experience your grief, and I experience your joy. It's more real than I could’ve ever imagined. So, to all the mothers I’ve helped deliver- thank you. Thank you for letting me be a part of this experience, these moments. Know that you are loved, you are prayed for, and cared about. You are remembered. And you are not alone in your grieving, or in your joy.  You may not notice, but we carry it with us, too. You are what inspires and moves us to continue to put those scrubs on and stay awake during those harder nights. Your strength is contagious.  Thank you for making it worth it. 

[alexis-venkman]

15 Questions 15 Mutuals

Are you named after anyone?

I'm named after a character on the soap opera The Young And the Restless. My name was going to either be Rebekah or Rhiannon, but my dad didn't like those. So, they picked the name that I have because my mom was watching TYATR when she went into labor.

When was the last time you cried?

I can honestly say that I don't remember. Probably last week? Maybe?

Do you have kids?

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

I speak it fluently.

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Smile or eyes. Sometimes their butt :|

What’s your eye color?

Green or Hazel. Mostly green. Especially when I'm sick, though, they turn Hazel when I'm upset.

Scary movie or happy ending?

Scary movie. Fuck chick flicks (except for a few).

Any special talents?

I can burp on command like a classy broad.

I also know a LOT about Forensic Science and serial killers. I can tell you almost anything and everything about almost every serial killer. However, I CAN tell you anything and everything about Ted Bundy. I'm a walking encyclopedia on him. I've studied serial killers, mostly Ted, for over 15 years now...Probably closer to 16, actually.

AND NO I AM NOT ONE OF THOSE GIRLS THAT ROMANTICIZES THEM. I KNOW WHAT SICK BASTARDS THEY WERE AND I DO NOT CONDONE ANYTHING THEY HAVE DONE. NOR DO I CONDONE THE FACT THAT SOME PEOPLE LUST AFTER THEM. TO EACH THEIR OWN, BUT ANYONE WHO DOES THAT, CLEARLY KNOWS NOTHING ABOUT THAT KILLER OR KILLERS.

Where were you born?

New York, USA

What are your hobbies?

Studying the minds and crimes of serial killers - obviously, I love listening to music, watching movies and some TV shows, and I like reading.

Do you have any pets?

In the house, we have 3 dogs; 2 cats and a 1 bird. The 3 dogs are mine, though. I just share them with my family lol Except the one, she's both mine and my brother's.

What sports do you play/have you played?

I hate sports. Almost joined a soccer team as a kid, but decided not to. I did, however, want to play Rugby in high school because I'm a small ball of fury XD buuuut I can't play any contact sports, even with bodyguard.

How tall are you?

5'1" (1.55 meters) (61 inches)

Told ya, small ball of fury.

Dream job?

Working as a Forensic Psychologist in a jail, evaluating prisoners to see if they stand fit for trial (like Alexis). Though, that one is far fetched from reality.

I would love to have my own blog where I write about my every day struggles with my Major Depressive Disorder, ADHD, Anxiety and Panic Disorder, and Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD). And I would also love to help people who have the same issues, or if they just need to talk.

However, until I get my Bachelor of Science in Psychology, I will let them know that I am in no way a professional; that it's just my experiences, what I've learned about my mental disorders, how I cope with them, and urge people to get professional help. Because I can't legally help anyone, even with a Bachelor's degree, there's only so much I can do. But I could at least educate people more and broaden my blogs topics.

Favorite subject at school?

Anything science. Though I took Science Fiction my last year in school. SciFi class was just an English class that was branched off for Seniors. They had Mythology too, but I'm a fucking nerd so XD

In the class we would discuss the rules of scifi (like how robots DO NOT have feelings like humans. They aren't built to have them, they're just machines), we would watch a bunch of old SciFi things like The Time Machine; Star Trek OG episodes; The Twilight Zone; and those old "what to do when..." videos from the 40s and 50s when nuclear war was a huge fear. They were pretty fucking funny XD one boy just pushed his younger sister down into the hole of the bunker before he climbed in by using the ladder. After we watched those, we would have to write a 3 paragraph essay on them, based off of questions the teacher asked.

It was a fun class to say the least. And the teacher, Mr. Hendricks, was awesome.

Tagging: @silkenbone @juststeverogersnow @thebutcherandthebaker @breannasewell @satanskxds @welshwritings @thornstocutyouwith @heavenofgods @lcvethevcid @sayyoullalwayshauntme @confidentlybroken @bachelorbrucewayne @cagedanxmals @xtheroyalmusesx @theholyandthedamned and anyone else that wants to do this!

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#ooc #about mun #mun speaks #ooc: this was actually fun #about

[latina4rmbx]

To My Sweet, Sweet Boy

Today is my son’s 9th Birthday (AAAHHHHHHHH).  Of course, as any mother would, I’m feeling a big nostalgic.  He is my Baby and time is flying so fast.  Soon, he’s going to be a teenager and my heart can’t stand it.  This one is dedicated to him.

Hi Poppa.  Happy Birthday!  Baby, did I ever tell you that I dreamt you into life?  No?  I did.  My friends could tell you, I’d say, by the time I’m 30, I WILL have another baby.  I don’t know where the baby fever came from.  I don’t know how I knew I was going to have YOU specifically, but my heart told me.  YOU will be it.

Now mind you, I wanted a girl when I pregnant with you, but I never dreamt that I had a girl.  It was always your face.  Always your smell I remembered.  I don’t know how that happened, but I literally dreamed you into life.  I’ll just say it’s “Mommy Power.”

Mommy Power is a special power Mommies have.  We make boo boos feel better with just a kiss.  We make tears stop falling with a hug.  It’s the “special” ingredient we put in our food.  It’s all the same thing...LOVE.

My Mommy Power had me dreaming about you before I even knew your dad.  When I held you in my arms, it felt like I knew you already.  Not because you were inside my belly all that time, but because I had been dreaming of your face for years.

I didn’t even know you were going to be a reality.  My health hadn’t been great, but it definitely wasn’t bad.  But I would say it, I AM going to have another baby.  When I found out I was pregnant, women usually find out first (LOL) I was alone.  I was so happy to make this dream a reality.  To make YOU a reality, I cried.  

Fast forward to the day before you were born.  This would be yesterday, 9 years ago.  I had a routine Drs appointment, however I was high risk, due to the health issues I alluded to above.  I was going to have another ultrasound to see how things were flowing.  I was excited because I was going to see you.  The possibility of my labor being induced had been mentioned, but I didn't want to dwell on it because the thought of it scared me.

This brings me back to when I found out if you were a boy or a girl.  I can see your little stuff on the ultrasound clear as day.  It was funny because I look and I go, oh...OHHH.  I saw your little penis and your dad and I laughed.  He didn’t see it at first.  It’s fine, not everyone sees it at first.

So, I had my last ultrasound and I got to see you again.  Oh, you were beautiful to me.  Then the Ultrasound Tech said:  There’s not enough fluid surrounding your baby, they may have to induce.  You may have to confirm with your dad this part, but I believe I started crying.  I was so scared of being induced.  They didn’t let me go home, they kept me at the hospital.

So I check in, pay my co-payment and wait to be put into a room.  Luckily I was in a room by myself, meaning there were no other mothers in labor with me.  Your dad and your sister Awilda where there with me. They were my support.

A doctor comes in and explains what he is going to do with me.  First, they stick a little pill up my vagina called Pitocin.  This pill is supposed to soften my cervix (lol, google it) to start the laboring process.  Mind you, I’m sitting on a bed, strapped in like a mental patient listening to your heart beat and feeling you try to wiggle, but no labor, no labor pains.

After about a few hours the doctors check my cervix and nada is happening.  Then he says, I guess we’re going to have to give you the medication via IV.  WHAT!!!!!  The doctor says, don’t worry, we’ll start off slow and EASE you into labor.

Baby Boy, I know you will NEVER go into labor, but if you’re with someone that is having your baby and doctors say they’re going to EASE her into labor, be prepared.  This is when the action happens.

So, they give me the IV Pitocin and we wait.  Awilda and Adam are leaving and coming back because they’re hungry or tired and I’m just...waiting.  NOTHING IS HAPPENING!!!  

The doctor comes back in and is like, well we have to increase the medication.  WHAAATTTT!!!!!!  At this point, I don’t even want to have you.  I figured you were going to live inside my belly forever and I would be ok with that.  But noooooo, the doctor had to increase the pitocin.

Now, I have a pretty high tolerance for pain.  I can’t go into detail about hour 1 this happened and hour 2 this happened.  I do know that labor began and I felt every single part of it up until I finally got the epidural (OH. MY. GOD.)

So I had been in active labor for about mmmmmmmm, 12-ish hours but I was sticking it out.  It wasn't so bad and I was eventually going to MEET my little baby.  The nurse offered me an epidural and I refused.  WHAT A MISTAKE.

CAVEAT: GET THE EPIDURAL!  I mean, it’s your choice but you wouldn’t suffer with Wisdom Teeth pain or a migraine for over 24 hours, so why go through labor pains when you don’t have to, is all I’m saying.

The labor pains became so intense that I wished I had taken the nurse up on her offer when she initially asked.  It was too late now.  I made a bargain with myself.  If she asks again, I will say yes.  Now mind you, I am scared because I was being induced, happy because I was going to finally meet my baby, in pain due to this induced labor and pissed off because I was hungry, in pain and my two “supports” were asleep.

About 19-20 hours into ACTIVE labor (active labor is me IN PAIN) the nurse finally comes in and is like would you like an epidural.  Lets just say I could’ve kissed her lips.  The doctor had to stick me twice but after I was stuck I was GOOOOOOOOOD.  I barely felt anything and my baby was ok, so far.

Fast forward to RIGHT before I gave birth, this 25+ hours of labor.  A PA came in, read my scans and told me I was ready and asked me to push.  When I pushed, your heart beat slowed down.  She told me to stop pushing.  She looked at the scans again and said, ok, I’m going to ask you to push again.  I pushed and the same thing happened.  Then shit got real.

She tells me, it seems the baby’s umbilical cord is wrapped around his neck and every time you push, it’s decreasing his heart beat.  I got so scared, I thought I was going to have a C-Section (when the baby is cut out of you) She then looks me in the eyes and says:  I’m going to tell you to push and you’re going to push with all of your might.  We’re going to get the baby out.

She goes between my legs and says:  Ready mommy?  PUSH!

I know you don’t know what labor is yet, but the first part of the baby that comes out is the head.  So your head is sticking out of my vagina and the PA says to your dad:  Dad, I can’t ask you to cut the umbilical cord because your baby is in distress, I am going to do it, but come here and watch. (or something to that effect, because I AM TERRIFIED, plus I have a human head sticking out of my nether region, I’m not really paying attention to the specifics).

She cuts the umbilical cord and then she says:  Mommy, get ready to push again.  The shoulders are the hardest part of pushing a baby out of your body.  They’re broader than the rest of the body so more effort has to be put.  Mind you, these things are happening simultaneously so it’s quick.  I’m probably typing longer than it actually took for you to come out.

I push again, but I am TERRIFIED and tired and hungry and worried.  Maybe a second push and your shoulders come out and the rest of you come sliding out of my body.  I have an oxygen mask on, I look like a total mess and they are rubbing you fiercely.  At the time, I didn’t think of it, but they were bringing you back to life.  You were born blue.  Your umbilical cord was wrapped around your neck and as I pushed, I was choking the life out of you.

It didn’t take long for you to start crying and then for me to start crying.  I will honestly say, I didn’t realize it then, but have realized it every day after, that you almost didn’t live.  I almost didn’t get to have the baby I had been dreaming about for years.  Even today, especially today, I realize how blessed I am to have you and believe you have been put here for some truly amazing reason.

One more little story and I will end this post.  After I gave birth, I was in my room and some guests wanted to see you.  You were in the nursery with all of the other babies.  I say, let me go get him, or tell them to bring him.  I start walking toward the nursery and I hear a baby crying.  Now, I will say this is one of the Mommy Power things I was talking about, I knew it was you crying.  The sound of you crying made me cry.  I kept walking toward the nursery and I stop at the entrance and I say:  Baby Velasquez?  There were like 5 people in lab coats surrounding this crying baby and the nurse says:  This is him.  I already knew that because like I said “Mommy Power.”  We will bring him to you.  We are almost done checking him.

No one said anything to me in the room.  I’m guessing I looked horrible when I walked back.  I was just crying.  I also don’t remember correctly.  I remember saying:  They’re checking him, they’ll bring him to us when they’re done.  

Then they did:

XOXO

Thanks for reading.

#JoaquinsBirthday2019

[eternallysantanassass]

Hi Tashia (is it alright if I call you that?) what is your inspiration for writing? Santana's Crush was genius! Your Jaz+ Dansen stories are cute and funny. I love Jaz she is a sassy cinnamon roll. She is the star of your Dansen stories lbh. Didn't you have a SwanQueen story too? iirc it was Don't Forget about Us. Honestly, you bring so many nuances. How are you not popular?

Hi anon!

Yes, you can call me Tashia. My inspiration comes from different places. Whether it’s a song, a movie, a sunny day, a book, Arya, or when I need to work through something, and people watching in the park or wherever I am. Santana’s Crush was inspired by actual events, believe it or not. I wouldn’t call it genius, but it was a labor of love. Someone actually made a playlist for it for Quinntana Week 2012 or 2013. I have it downloaded somewhere lol

Lol! I love the way you said Jaz+Dansen 😂 . You are right, she is the star, and Dansen et al., was her supporting cast. I loved writing for Jaz, she is one of my favorite original kid characters I’ve written.

I did have a SwanQueen story. I took it down to do some re-writes and to complete it (which it is complete), but I lost a dear friend of mine and I couldn’t post it because she is not here to read it (miss you Dani). I also turned it into an original story as well. I am surprised you remember. You and anon before you are bringing up obscure fics.

I try to write from a place of realness, and find a unique way to bring characters to life 🤷🏽‍♀️

And honestly, I don’t care about popularity. If you asked me oh say, years ago (I started writing back in 2003/2004 I believe. Don’t quote me on that lol). It would have mattered. Now, I honestly give no fucks. I am not everyone’s cup of tea, tequila, sparkling water, or whatever their beverage of choice is.

Writing is something I do in my spare time…like baking (which I have improved so much. My red velvet cheesecake cookies are a lot of people’s faves, along with my white chocolate macadamia nut cookies with white chocolate Lyndor truffles) Being popular is too much pressure, so leave me in my corner, by myself, with the few readers I do have.

Thank you for such a thoughtful ask. It’s much appreciated. Have a good night/morning wherever you are!

xoxo (you know the rest).

#anon asks #tashia speaks #so many thoughtful anons

[lowcaloriesims-old]

Rodolpho was the grandson of a fairy. Unfortunately, he did not seem to inherit the occult state, where his brother did.

Shelly would spend more of her time working on robotics, and created quite a bit of family members this way. Before she had human babies, she had robots, to which her mother Kelly considered her grandchildren. Aww.

Realizing that she hadn't spent that much time with her children, she took them to the pizza arcade and had a great time with them.

One of Shelly's most favorite robots was her friend Rustoleum. He was a great artist and musician, even keeping the family up at times as he would bust into their rooms playing the guitar. Thankfully, he was able to paint a picture of Kelly before she died.

This was the first time that I managed to harvest a plant sim. Funny, because during this time Shelly was pregnant with another baby. In general, Shelly and her family grew an interest in gardening. Everyone helped out, even the robots.

With all of the children, I was unsure who was going to become the heir. While many people have their strict rules as to who would be the heir in their legacy families, I'm playing more laxed. I decided that the legacy would be some sort of uglocity, where I try to see how long it takes to wash out the drastic features of kelly skelfrastikal. Once again, it was hard choosing between Barley and Marley, since Barley had the pink hair, but looked exactly like his father. Marley had such odd features, since she had a small, small, head, the skin color from her dad, and yet, the crazy skelfrastikal eyes. I did want to keep the pink hair, but I thought it would be more interesting to see the genetics with Marley and her eyes.

I accidentally didnt cure her in time after she ate the forbidden fruit when hungry. Marley ate it, and then the family moved, where Shelly went into labor and had another baby. Marley was forgotten in the process and changed.

Once aged up into an adult, I cured her of plant sim sickness, and she was rather cute. ish.

Marley then went to college, not that she really had a strong focus in her major. Despite being an angler liking fishing, she wasn't so focused about her grades like Shelly was.

TMarley quickly fell in love with a nerd sim, who was family oriented. It wasn't until 3 generations in that I thought about how logical it would be to have a FAMILY SIM in a LEGACY CHALLENGE. lol. The two started dated, but then tragic struck. A roommate started cooking, caused a fire, and Marley's boyfriend died, along with four or five other sims. Seriously. The dorm had to be vacated, as it was too dangerous to live in for the semester. {okay, in reality, the game glitched and i had to restart. but that's a good story right? On top of that, when I loaded marley back into the university world, I learned that the roommate placement it randomised, and her nerdy boyfriend sim was no longer going to be living with her.}

oehd eh

Marley found love with another man, a sim named Harold Assange. He had horrible traits and was a loser, but somehow, when they went out on a date together, they were madly in love. The two were super attracted to each other, and that is the most important part to me about my sims finding love. They have to be attracted! Harold had the wish to become a CEO, though his degree and traits weren't about that. He somehow graduated with a degree in art, and was virtually too spineless to do anything in the career ladder. Some cheating for a business degree, and the usage of lifetime points got him the right change to a more business career personality.

I was actually surprised that he didn't look like crap either. While a little rat like, Harold was rather a cute sim to me. The couple of course got married, then had a baby.

#skelfrastikal #sims 3 #legacy challenge