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hashbrowpn · 26 days

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──★ `WANNABE ARIEL, YOUR LOVER ̟ !?

ARTIST: LINK

WANDERER'S your lover. And he's a merman. How cool is that?

NOTES: this won the poll and honestly i dont blame u guys wanderer is so silly as a merman i wanna see him do some tricks like a dolphin in minecraft idk maybe he could do a lil flip in the water

"What's it like?" you ask, kicking yout feet into the crystal clear water that shimmered.

He cocks an eyebrow at you. "What's what like?"

You pause to study him, his eyes that seemed to shine in the low light, his wet raven locks sticking to his face and his nape, his lips that quivered as if he was holding back a few snarky remarks at the way you were looking at him. "To have a tail like that," you finally say, nodding to his tail that was ever so often swishing gently.

He looks at you with an expression that spoke he was either exasperated, irritated, or in thought. Perhaps all of the above.

He watched as you dip yourself further into the water, leaning on your elbows.

He crossed his arms and laid them on the shore, chin resting on his forearm. "You aren't all that bright in the head, has anyone ever told you that?"

"Hey!"

"Say, if I were to ask you," he suddenly reached out and grabbed your ankle, squeezing a yelp from you, ""what is it like to have legs?", what would you say?"

You sigh. "Good point, I guess."

he chuckles dryly at your defeat, tilting his head to see you feign annoyance, eventually giving in and huffing out a small laugh. He lets go of your ankle, the mark of his tight grip still visible on your skin.

There's a moment of silence.

"You're breathtaking, you know that, right?" you mumble, sitting up straight.

Wanderer looked caught off guard, and you savour that moment of him staring at you before saying, in a voice way too loud, "If you're trying to flatter me, it isn't working."

"Mhm." you gaze at his face dusted in red.

"I mean it!" he says.

You lean in and cup his face, pressing a kiss on his nose. He grunts a little, his tail fin sending ripples of waves into the water. You snicker and gently stroke his cheek with your thumb.

He's gazing into your eyes so dreamily.

Then he pulls you by your hips into the water.

You shriek with laughter as you join your lover in the water, the stars watching over you in the dark sky. "Wanderer!"

You thread your fingers through his locks of hair as he kisses you, tender and lovingly.

🍰. BONUS !!

"I am not letting you ride on my back."

"Wanderer, please?"

"..." he eyes you warily. With an exasperated sigh, he leans forward. "Fine, get on. Just this once."

You squeal, wrapping your arms around him, where his human flesh blended into scales, and got on his bare back.

"Hold on," he warned, before diving off into the waters.

You yelped, feeling the wind kiss your face. "Slow down, wait, wait wait, stop, sto-"

And he stopped abruptly, prompty launching you into the water.

He burst out laughing, throwing his head back as you stared at him in embarassment.

"That wasn't funny!" you huff, gently smacking his shoulder. He was grinning from ear to ear as he pressed a kiss on your lips. "I'd do anything just to see that again."

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hyunjins-goddess · 7 months

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CEO!Chris X FEM!Reader

I SEE RED.

(MY FIRST BANGCHAN FIC RAHHHHHH 🗣🗣🗣‼️‼️‼️‼️ BE NICE TO ME PLS. I'm so nervous about this one, literally shitting myself because idek if I like this, but this is one of my fantasies lolololol Feel free to like, comment, reblog, scream at me in my asks etc about the new album Skz are releasing, I'm so excited asdfghjkl. IF YOU ARE A MINOR, DO NOT READ, I REPEAT, DO NOT READ.)

It all started with a conversation that took place the other evening.

And this, ladies and gentlemen, is why communication is key in a relationship. So if we dislike something? Voice it. Crossed a boundary? Make yourself be heard. Hell, make this a habit even if you've only just met someone.

And when you voice something that you do like? Equally important. Let them know that they're doing something good. Doing what, I hear you ask? My sweet little reader, I'll leave that up to your most wildest fantasies in that fascinating mind of yours.

But I digress!

One evening, you and your fiancè were sat at the dinner table. Well, he had taken your hand and propped you onto his lap as you both ate your dinner. With him working such long hours, (being the CEO of a huge talent agency mind you!) his favourite way to wind down after a hard day was just to have you close to him. One of his favourite past times would be to lay in bed with you, and listen to you read to him. For all he cared, you could be reading the dictionary to him, he just loved hearing your voice and having you close to him.

You were his safety net and he was yours.

You'll never forget the day you had returned from work, it had been a particularly gruelling shift, as you walked through the door Chris had appeared in the doorway. Upon seeing him, you couldn't help but break into a huge smile, your shoulders feeling less tense as he removed your jacket for you. "Hello, my love." He whispered into your ear, strong arms wrapping around your middle making you sigh as you let his familiar, warm scent envelope you.

"Hey baby," You whispered back, letting your head fall back on his broad shoulder as his face had nuzzled into your neck.

He had proceeded to let you know that he had ran you a bath, knowing how stressful your day had been, and he had taken your hand leading you to the bathroom.

He had undressed you, making little comments that had made you blush and chuckle, causing him to launch his dimples at you. Chris gently helped you in the bath and started to wash your hair, massaging your scalp and silencing your loud thoughts.

He then undressed himself, laughing softly as you made some saucy comments back to him. Then, he held you from behind, pulling you close to him. Caressing your body, trailing his plump lips across your naked back, causing you to break out in the most pleasurable goosebumps not only at the feeling, but of such the intimate act itself.

It were these things that he did for you, that just made your heart soar. Just made you believe that God Himself, had crafted him just so that He could show you what true love is.

Back to this little conversation:

So you were happily sat upon Chris' lap, listening to him tell you about his day when suddenly he nonchalantly mentioned:

"You know, I think red is your colour."

"Oh?" You replied, slightly taken aback, "Where did that come from?" You laughed, which made him giggle.

"I don't know, I just- Seeing you in that red shirt you've got on now, it really emphasises your features. Brings out your hair, skin tone and eyes!"

Such an innocent, sweet comment but by God did you have some sort of epiphany. It's like it triggered a switch within you and you silently hatched a plan.

And so, here you are, in the back of a cab on the way to make a surprise visit to your fiancè at his office.

You had never done anything this risky before, the thought of what you were doing was causing you to break into perspiration. You could feel it gathering in the palm of your hands but you couldn't ignore the heat pooling in your lower stomach.

Before you knew it, the cab stopped. Your heart rate had risen significantly as you smoothed down your beige coloured, long trench coat. You inhaled, thanked the driver, and exhaled as you got out, Louboutin heels clicking across the tarmac in such an aesthetically pleasing fashion.

Who knew that shows could even sound that expensive?

You couldn't help but have to refrain from giggling as you got through the revolving door, chewing down on your bottom lip as you walked to the reception desk.

The lovely receptionist broke out into a beam as she recognised you straight away. "Miss Y/N! It's so good to see you, how are you?

You beamed back. "Hey you! I'm doing really well thank you, how about you? How are the kids?"

"Ahh we're all doing well thank you so much for asking, they keep me entertained!" She giggled. "I'll buzz you up to Mr Bahng's office!"

There goes your heart rate again. "Brilliant, thank you so much! We will have to catch up over coffee soon!" You genuinely promised as you made your way to the elevator.

"Sure thing, Miss Y/N!"

You couldn't help but smile, after all this time she was always so polite and insisted on formalities, despite your insisting on first names.

As you got closer to Chris' office, your breath got shaky. No time to be scared now, bad bitch mode activated.

You opened his door and felt your knees almost buckle at just how sexy he looked:

Crisp white shirt with two top buttons undone exposing his honey coloured skin and strong neck, sleeves rolled up accentuating his gorgeous arms. His black tie has been undone and loose around the collar of his shirt. His eyebrows had been furrowed in concentration, looking over reports on his computer but they raised as he beamed when he saw you. You swore his smile was like looking into the sun and you adored when his hair was swept from his face, it focused on his cheekbones and straight eyebrows, and you gushed at his masculine nose.

"Baby!" His rich coffee coloured eyes sparkled and you grinned at how they crinkled. "I'm so happy to see you!" He practically jumped out of his hair and bounded over to you. "Can I ask why you have graced this building with your presence?" He giggled as he pulled you into him, securing you in those magnificent arms of his.

You let yourself melt into his warmth, wrapping your arms around his neck, you deeply inhaled the scent of his neck. Of cinnamon, amber and vanilla. Of home.

"I just missed you." You replied, smiling, and to that he squeezed you. After a little bit you released yourself from him. "You forgot your dessert aswell."

His eyebrows furrowed as he looked at you, you had to refrain from giggling as he tilted his head to the side in just the cutest way. "Dessert? I didn't forget it th-"

Oh but he was cut off. Because at that point you removed your trench coat and let it drop into a heap on the ground.

Revealing the sauciest, sexiest, most scandalous piece of lingerie you and I have ever seen:

At first glance it had the silhouette of a dress. It was a red lace push up bra with see through mesh, ending just at the top of your thigh. Through the mesh there was a matching red lace garter belt, suspenders attached to it making your thighs just look too delectable that Chris thought his knees were going to buckle. Just wait until he saw the g string.

Chris' pupils had blown out and his breathing hitched as his gaze ravaged upon, trailing you up and down. When he looked into your eyes, you felt your cheeks flush and you had to press your thighs together for friction as his tongue poked his cheek.

He walked closer to you, hands in his pockets, sexy smirk gracing his lips as you found yourself pressed up against the door. Oh his eyes were dark, they were almost black. And they were hooded. You could only describe it as the gaze of a predator on the prowl to its prey.

His hand reached over and slowly locked the door. He wasn't even touching you yet but the proximity caused you to let out a short breath and his smirk widened as his face got closer to yours. His mouth was so close to yours, you were breathing each other's air and you found your hips trying to rut up against his waist.

"Tell me one good reason why I shouldn't tear this off of you right now and fuck you up against this door." Chris whispered, nose tracing against your jaw and touching your neck. It was taking every fibre of your being not to let out a whimper, but you fought on, gently pulled him by the back of his hair to make him look at you. You smirked:

"Because baby, this was expensive and you haven't even seen it up close-"

You didn't get the chance to finish your bratty reply as Chris had suddenly gripped the back of your thighs and lifted you up in the air, making your legs wrap around as what you called his "slutty little waist." You laughed but couldn't help yourself rutting against his stomach, lightly gasping at how the ridges of his abs rubbed against your heat.

Chris smirked darkly at you as he set you on his desk, he stood between your legs and caged you with his arms at your sides. "You really are acting like a bitch in heat aren't you? Made your way over here with your little bad-ass trench coat on, wearing the sluttiest outfit known to man. And now you decide to practically hump me but that's absolutely fine with me cause' you're my little bitch aren't you-" The way his voice had dropped an octave, dripping with pure condescension had your toes curling in your heels and you just couldn't take it anymore. You grabbed him by his collar kissing at his mouth savagely, making him smirk evilly into your mouth at how easy it was to rile you up. Moans and groans were spilling into each other's mouths, your tastes mixing together into the most dangerous concoction, call it a Molotov Cocktail if you will. You can't describe the feeling of having his lips on you, whether it was your lips or skin, it set you on fire. And you were always ready to be burned by him.

His hands were all over your body, gripping at your flesh and you almost ripped his shirt off, you were frantic at the need of feeling his skin on yours. You were lightheaded at the feeling if his hot skin against yours, it was like he was sizzling and his scent had you in a chokehold.

He looked so devastatingly sexy when he was turned on: Luscious plump lips swollen and pink with desire, honey toned skin with a pink hue, almost like a sunset cascading down his body. Dark, intense eyes glimmering at you, daring you to challenge him. "Dessert huh?" Chris purred as his hands balled into fists, gripping at your suspender straps, tugging at them to part your legs wider for him. "Allow me to dig in."

He feasted on your pussy, like the man had just walked through the depths of the desert and was having his first meal in weeks. Swirling his tongue across your heat, he would be damned if he missed a spot. After tasting you, he fixed his lips around your clit, sucking hard yet slow.

You couldn't keep still. Your back was arching, you were fighting yourself to keep as quiet as you could, hips canting on his face. Your nails dragged across his wooden oak desk, it was like you were marking your territory by having your own markings across his furniture.

But you were marking it with your essence too, also dripping onto his face.

"Shit!" You tried not to squeal out as he grabbed your calves, shoved your knees up onto your chest so he could allow himself more room to devour your pussy. You couldn't stop yourself from latching onto his hair, pulling at it. Neither you or he gave a shit if it hurt his scalp. It was like you were possessed and this demon who was making your body contort, was certainly the owner of you.

He sat back, eyeing up at you as he gathered your arousal and his spit on his fingers, then slowly entered his two fingers into you, automatically curling them into the spot that had you seeing God.

But the only God you worshipped was Chris.

He then rubbed at your clit and before you could say "S Class", you squirted. Hard.

Your essence was all over him: His face, soaked into his shirt, dripping down the desk.

While you were trying to control the shakes of your orgasm, to get your breath back, Chris calmed you by pressing his lips along your body again, mapping you out for the umpteenth time. He massaged at your skin and you managed to lift your head up, only to meet a mischievous grin of his.

"That was so much, babygirl. I don't know why I have so much whiskey in this cabinet, when I could just let your cum drip into a glass, nothing compares to the taste of your puss- oof!"

That cheeky, sexy motherfucker made you sit up, energy restored, and before you both knew it you kicked your heel fairly strongly into his chest, making him fall back into his office chair.

With his legs spread, dick straining against his pants, you straddled him and hurriedly rid him of his belt. You were to desperate to take his pants off you both were, so due to your previous orgasm you didn't need to prep, you grabbed his cock and slid yourself onto him.

Chris threw his head back, closing his eyes and moaned out at the feeling of your wetness pooling around his slit, and your walls engulfing him. "Ahh, shit!"

Your back arched and hips jolted as your overstimulated clit brushed up against pelvic bone, letting out a soft whimper at how full he made you feel. "Be quiet Daddy, don't want anyone hearing you slacking on your work now do you?" You teased as you gripped onto him, slowly rolling your hips up and down, making him groan oh so sexily.

He glared up at you, jaw clenching as he gripped at your lingerie, nearly ripping it. "You think I give a shit? This is MY company, MY building, MY office. If anything, if you like, they can gather round in here and watch, let them get a briefing on how they SHOULD fuck their partners." Oh you clenched at how unhinged he was being with his words and how he was fucking up into you now. You moaned when he tugged you by your hair and bit down on your neck.

"Or, ya know, I could always shove my tie into your mouth to make you shut up if you're feeling too shy at the moment," He smirked into your skin as he smacked your ass.

"Oh fuck you!" You moaned out and dug your nails into his skin, scratching him cause him to hiss in pure pleasure.

"Oh but I am babe, I AM fucking you and I know you're about to cum with how much your pussy is clenching at me. Give me another one huh? Cum for your husband."

That did it. To stop yourself from screaming out, you sank your teeth into his neck as you came around his dick. At the feeling of your teeth breaking his skin and your pussy pulsating around him, Chris pulled at your body tight to his as his thick cum squirted into you with a deep groan of your name.

You both held onto each other, breathing heavily as you calmed each other down. He softly kissed at the marks he made on your skin, squeezing you as if to apologise if he went too far. You ran your fingers through his dark locks, cradling his head to your body as you whispered "I love you's" into each other's skin.

Chris looked up at you lovingly as he rubbed your body. "So...what colour are you gonna go for next? Cause this red on you nearly made me call for an ambulance, black, I'm going into cardiac arrest."

And that's that guys, let me know what you think! Thank you so so much for reading, I really hope you are well and taking care of yourself!! ✨️🩷✨️🩷

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sublimecatgalaxy · 1 year

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Read It and Weep- Part 2

Pairing: NFL!Player!Rafe Cameron x Journalist!Reader

Summary: After a week of chaos, the Reader goes to interview their team during practice, chatting with them all about their win and their hopes for the next few Playoff games. But when the team sees how Rafe and Y/n interact, they decide to mess around a bit.

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Violence, swearing, flirting, sexual tension.

Song: 'Bubbly' by Colbie Caillat

A/n: I'm so excited for this part. I love their interaction and I love writing their flirty moments. It's gonna get steamier from here on in so hold on! @tee-swizzle, here's your babydaddy.

I got so many messages following Sunday’s game.

Instagram, snapchat, twitter, my email was even blowing up along with text messages rumbling in from nearly every single person that I know along with people that I had never met before.

There was this sudden interest in my life. People who really never wanted anything to do with me in high school now want everything to do with me, tickets to games, behind the scenes info, all the things that I would give them if we were actually friends but we’re not. Old family members that I didn’t talk to anymore except for birthdays and holidays were suddenly so interested in my job, wanting to read everything I’ve ever published.

There were even tweets left by other football players on my most recent tweet that I posted, addressing the loads of questions about my state and about whether I’m okay or not. I just simply stated that I’m okay and don’t need any medical interventions and that Rafe was a gentleman for helping me up. I only made the post in the first place because half of the people that commented or reached out were concerned that Rafe had actually hurt me when he took me down when indeed, it was just my pride. Had I known that by posting that, I’d be getting interaction from every football player out there, I wouldn’t have posted it to begin with, especially with the incessant jokes they’ve left on my page- jokes that have attracted news stations in our area along with NFL commentators.

Rafe Cameron’s new woman?

Was the run in between sports journalist Y/n Y/L/N and Rafe Cameron planned to act as a sort of ‘hard launch’?

Does Y/L/N have it out for Rafe Cameron’s wide receiver paycheck?

The jokes started with Rafe’s own team, the team who’s known me as their faithful journalist, all turning against me to make jokes at my expense about how I ‘fell for Cameron’ and even made jokes about making our ‘ship name’ on shirts and hats for the whole team to wear.

Given their track record, I assumed that they’d do it.

But it did bother me, to see people all of a sudden equate my worth to one incident with a person that I barely know, chalking up our ten minutes of conversation into this huge love story where I’m the desperate damsel and he’s this loverboy giving me the chance of a lifetime, a chance to ‘be with him’, even though neither him nor I have talked to each other since the whole incident.

I got people asking me for interviews left and right, newscasters begging me to come on their shows and podcasts to speak about my opinion of the Rafe Cameron. I even got a call from my own manager asking if I would write a piece on Rafe and I almost agreed but then I wondered how weird it would be for him to read an article written by the girl that he flirted with during a whole entire conference and also toppled over when winning one of the most important games of the season.

I came up with the alternative that I would go and interview all of the players as a whole during their at home practice before we all hop on a plane and go to Boston for a playoff game. My boss was on board and claimed it would bring in enough publicity, especially since half the country is looking forward to hearing Rafe and I interact, pining after us like we’re some fictional romance or as if I’m a contestant on a TLC dating show.

My heels click against the concrete of the tunnel and my stomach only hurts more and more the closer I get to the literal light at the end of the tunnel. I can hear the men yelling and running around and I can already picture the bright smiles on all of their faces, knowing how excited they get for interviews. They’ll do anything for a break.

I’m going to be honest, the amount of effort that went into my outfit, make up and hair was probably a little bit excessive but there’s a part of me that wants to do what everyone’s been talking about all over social media; knock Rafe off his feet. It was such a confidence boost to see Rafe completely and utterly enthralled in my very presence at the conference and I’d be stupid to ignore the follow request in my instagram right now, from him.

When I stepped out into the sun, I’m immediately caught off guard by a bunch of whistles sung into the air, my neck craning to look at the bench with a teasing look, watching the huge men lining the bench wave sweetly at me with feigned affection. I give them an awkward wave in return as they all begin to shout individually;

“Hey Cameron! Your girlfriends here!”

“Rafe, your girl’s here to see you.”

“Your baby mama's here, Rafe!”

“Baby mama- what?” I giggle breathlessly and under my breath, watching Rafe slip his helmet off and he jogs towards me. Before he can reach me, I take a step back, holding a teasing hand up to his chest, feeling his heart pound beneath my fingers. “Don’t want you taking me down again.” He looks shocked for a moment before he laughs sheepishly, eyes rolling at my obvious taunting and he takes a step back with his arms raised in surrender.

“Jesus, it was one time.” He scoffs, reaching up to rub at the back of his neck, a gentle blush sweeping across his cheeks cutely. “I’m never gonna get past that am I?” My head shakes rapidly at him with a huge, proud grin, reaching out to pat his shoulder, feeling sparks beneath my fingers.

“Never, nope. Not when the whole internet is talking about it.” A look of realization passes across his face and I can see the images of the tweets and articles pass through his eyes and I imagine the same, picturing all of the snapshots that the cameramen managed to take of us and, to be honest, it took everything in me to not save them to my phone and send them to my dad who still refuses to believe that Rafe and I actually talked, even after hearing the post-conference conversation and the actual tackle in the first place.

“Correction, talking about us.” He grins, swaying gently on his feet while pointing a finger between the two of us and I tilt my head at him with a dumb smile.

“What us?”

“Ouch Cameron, she’s got you wrapped around her little, talented finger.” Greg approaches us quickly and without warning, swooping an arm around Rafe’s shoulder as he gives me a handsome smile and a wink. Rafe’s soft expression drops almost immediately and it doesn’t go without noticing the way his shoulders tense the minute Greg appears, his hungry eyes staring at me like a predator would look at its prey.

“Hi Greg.” I smile politely, ignoring the way that Rafe takes a step closer to me, glazing over at me as I pull my notepad out, prepared to give Greg my typical interview questions but he speaks before I can ask any questions.

“Hey, sweetcheeks. Are you here to interview us? Coach said something about it.” Greg asks, turning to look at Rafe with a shit eating grin and Rafe sighs, shoving his friend away from him and taking another protective step towards me, arm brushing against mine and it sends goosebumps down my spine.

“Yeah, I wanted to chat with some of you during practice, get some lines about the playoffs and winning last week's game.”

“Oh you mean the game where you won a buddy-boy's heart?” Greg winks at Rafe and Rafe clears his throat awkwardly, looking down at his feet with a tired smile. I pick up on the tension that’s between them, as if something’s happened in the last week that I’ve seen them. They’ve been fine all season, all buddy-buddy, a cute bromance, but today I can see the discomfort practically oozing out of Rafe as he stands so closely beside me.

“Get the fuck out of here, Greg. You’re the fucking quarterback, you need practice more than any of us.” Rafe shoves him away and turns to me, ignoring the questioning look that his friend gives him and I make a mental note to write down the ‘tension’ that appears to be wracking through the team as the playoffs come and go.

“Ouch, baby needs a nap.” Greg sends me a wink and a pervish smile, shoving Rafe towards me as he stumbles and I reach out to steady him, hands gripping his strong shoulders.

“Sorry about him. He’s a pain.” Rafe mutters, returning to his normal position across from me, still standing closer than before but keeping an honest distance between us, something my mom would call ‘leaving room for Jesus’ and, I’ll be honest, the closeness, the protectiveness, is extremely attractive and refreshing to see, especially from Rafe who’s already so strong and protective as is. And incredibly hot if I might add, not much room for Jesus here.

“Oh really? Couldn’t tell.” I laugh, reaching out to pat his shoulder in an attempt to console him and his shoulders roll in an attempt to loosen up a bit, jaw slacking. He laughs sheepishly at me with a soft smile, hooded eyes sweeping to look down at the ground and I can just make out the blush on his cheeks as he turns to look back at the team that’s still practicing.

“You’re funny. And stunning. You look different than your typical get-up.” His eyes shift to look over me once more, this time ten times more obvious than he did when he first approached me but not nearly as obvious as Greg’s eyes on my boobs.

“You know what my typical getup is?” I ask with an honest tilt of my head, teasing him but at the same time, it makes me wonder if he’s truly been paying attention to me longer than last week. The thought makes me think back to every single outfit I’ve ever worn in front of him, remembering the one time I wore a pretty embarrassing spongebob shirt to practice one day after I had woken up, completely and utterly hungover.

“I pay attention.” He shrugs with a coy smile.

“To a random journalist?”

“To a random beautiful woman? Yes.” His flirting is incessant but I have to give him credit because he is possibly one of the most sweet talking, charming people I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting. He seems to know just what I want to hear and just what will have my heart racing. “Most distracting thing on the field.” He bumps me with his shoulder and I grin vividly, hands reaching up to rest on my cheeks to conceal the heat coming from them. “Did you get my follow request?”

“We should talk about the game.” I laugh awkwardly, suddenly feeling so comfortably claustrophobic in his shadow and I’m so close to him that I could just lean into him and fit my body into his. I bet his body would fit against mine like Cinderella's slipper.

Isn’t that what they’re calling us? A match made in heaven?

“Fine, fine. I’ll reel it in a bit.”

We fall into a comfortable silence, both of us turning to watch the players on the field, tossing the ball back and forth and running drills- but what gets my attention is the noises coming from the bench and I turn my head to see four of the players making faces at Rafe and I and clutching their chests in cute affection.

“Don’t look now but they’re making kissy faces at us.” I whisper to Rafe and he scoffs, giving them a simple look out of the corner of his eyes before he leans down to me, whispering against the shell of my ear and it has me gulping in breaths of air.

“Ignore them. They’re pussy-sober which makes them sad and stupid.” I giggle, shoving him away from me with wide, playful eyes.

“Oh and you’re not?” His lips part in a look of shock but a pleasant shock as his dropped jaw slowly turns into a bright smile, his head once more lulling forward as he avoids looking at me out of pure embarrassment.

“Ouch, Y/l/n.” He whispers, reaching up to pat his chest with a pout. “You wound me.”

“And you literally wounded me.” Folding my arms across my chest he pouts with furrowed brows, hands reaching out to rest on my shoulders as he gives me another once over, almost as if he’s looking for injuries though I think the real reason is to just have another reason to look at me.

“Fuck, I asked if you were hurt, you said you were fine. Are you okay? Do you need to get checked out, I’ll pay-” He starts but I reach up to place a hand on his chest, cutting his words off and instead he’s now tuned in on the fact that I’m touching him, his heart rate speeding up beneath my touch.

“Rafe, it’s a big bruise on my hip. I’ll live.”

The coach calls Rafe over almost immediately before Rafe can ask to see the wound on my hip and I’m glad that he did because the last thing I wanted was for him to see how big the bruise is and how big of a baby I actually am. How he was already so ready to take care of me, help me pay for medical care- I’m beginning to wonder if he’s just like this or if he’s just like this with me.

It’s fun to watch him play, watch him sprint across the field and catch the ball effortlessly, nine times out of ten falling dramatically to the ground after catching it and looking back at me with wide, excited eyes, almost asking ‘did you see that?’ It makes me appreciate his roots, the fact that at one time, he was just a little boy playing flag football and winning high school games and now he’s with the big boys, making all of his dreams come true. It’s quite the tearjerker.

“Hey, Y/n!” Rafe calls out suddenly, startling me from my note taking and I spot him running towards me with a ball. “Wanna learn how to throw?” He asks, tossing me the ball and I grin down at it, feeling the worn leather beneath my hands as Rafe’s pupils dilate a bit watching me, his hands moving to grip at the neckline of his jersey.

“Is this a part of the interview?” I ask teasingly, tossing the ball back in his direction and he rolls his eyes dramatically. “You don’t throw the ball, Rafe-”

“You can just say ‘I was shown exactly how Rafe and Greg do what they do and look great while doing it.” He winks and I scoff at him, turning my head just to hide the shit eating grin on my lips that seems to be a permanent thing around him. “C’mon.” He reaches out to take my hand gently in his as he begins to walk backwards, taking me further onto the field with every step I take. “Please?” He pleads, thumb brushing against my hand as I ponder for a moment, weighing the pros and cons but when I come up with nothing, I give him a simple shrug, taking the ball from him with a grin.

“Why not?”

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#rafe #rafe x reader #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #outerbanks #outerbanks fic

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Beware MAJOR spoilers for season 3 of Star Trek: Picard

Something about my Star Trek fandom that I’ve talked about elsewhere but only ever really hinted at on Tumblr is how and when I first got into Star Trek. Strictly speaking, my first encounter with the franchise was when I would have been about 11 or 12, I think. A TV channel was showing a one-per-week marathon of all the Star Trek movies (Nemesis was out by this point, but 2009 was still a ways off). I was too young to really appreciate it at the time, I guess; I have small memories of seeing bits of Search For Spock, Voyage Home, First Contact and Nemesis during that TV marathon, and I liked it, but I didn’t get that into it at the time. I saw the 2009 movie when it came out, but as someone with only a little bit of Star Trek experience, I simply enjoyed it as a summer blockbuster and moved on with my life.

But then around 2011, a friend on Steam messaged me asking if I liked Star Trek - apparently some online game had just gone free-to-play, and the friend wondered if I was interested in trying it out. Since I had a passing familiarity with the movies and remembered enjoying them as a kid, I figured why not and then my whole life changed forever.

Star Trek Online was (and still is) full of so many pieces of lore and information and references to past shows that it utterly piqued my interest and prompted me to start watching all the shows.

As a result of STO being my main introduction to Star Trek though, be it in its original 'Odyssey Class' configuration or its (non-canon) 'Yorktown-Type' refit configuration, the Enterprise-F is "my" Enterprise, in much the same way as those who grew up watching the early movies call the Constitution-Refit “their” enterprise, or those who grew up watching TNG call the Galaxy Class "their" Enterprise and so on. That was the big hero-flagship when I was getting into Star Trek for the first time. There was a point (like a decade ago) in the game where you could go see the Enterprise any time you wanted by looking out the window in the ship requisitions room on Spacedock. I remember standing there and being in awe of it as it loomed over the requisitions room.

I am THRILLED that Star Trek Picard made the ‘Oddy’ canon. Yes, it was disappointing that "my" Enterprise was sidelined after about 30 seconds on screen; we'd known for some time that the Enterprise-F was to be slated for "early decommission" in Picard season 3, and I'd gotten used to that fact, but I wasn't ready to see an Enterprise-G quite so soon. I actually briefly went through the stages of grief over it, not going to lie, but I've made peace with it now.

I look forward to seeing what adventures Captain Seven and First Officer Raffi have on the Enterprise-G (Star Trek: Legacy?), and I'm hoping that at some point, we might get a show, or at least flashbacks, set on or around the Enterprise-F during its prime (maybe Prodigy, since its about the right point in the timeline, as per Terry Matalas and Dave Blass’ lore about when the canon version of the ‘F’ launched).

As much as I would have liked to see more of it in those episodes, the Odyssey Class Enterprise-F, "my" Enterprise, will forever be part of Star Trek canon now and I am so grateful!

#startrek #startrekpicard #star trek #star trek picard #startrekonline #star trek online #sto #uss enterprise #trekkie origin story #the enterprise has a canonically bi captain and thats cool #also im glad raffi is back in starfleet #michelle hurd looks crazy good in a starfleet uniform

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Dimension Hopping Part 5

If I had a nickel for every time I wrote Eddie kidnapping Steve and his parents didn't care, I'd have two nickels.

Eddie adjusted his long brown coat as he looked up to the sky. He could see the trails above of the rails like they were a cage. People touted the Transplanetary Railway like a sign of progress. And it certainly was for the fat cats able to line their pockets with stock money.

"All aboard! All passengers bound for Portales Station, the Sonoran Rings, and Mars via Flagstaff!"

Eddie boarded the train, tipping his hat down to keep a low profile in the car with the other working class passengers until the conductor got the vessel going. He gripped the arm of his seat as he felt the initial lurch of launch but soon stars were passing by with the smoothness of Mercurian butter.

He checked his watch. It was just about the time for his crew to be ready. Eddie got up and moved to one of the fancier cars. He definitely looked out of place to anyone who looked. Thankfully, rich people tended not to notice his kind until they needed something. Eddie looked for a certain face. One he had memorized while planning this heist. It was different from all the others. He and his gang were used to sneaking aboard, asking for all their jewels and coins and then going ghost.

This time it was more personal.

He didn't see who he was looking for at first, but just as he was going to move to the next car, in he came, drink in his hand, with a leisured look on his face. Perfect.

Eddie took his bandana out of his pocket and tied it to his face. Then came right up to the young man, not giving him time to react as he got behind, put an arm around his waist and held a gun to the air.

"Ladies and gentlemen! May I have your attention please?" He knocked a man's wrist with his gun wielding hand, knocking a glass to the floor to get the car quiet. "No, your eyes are not deceiving you. It is I, Back Alley Al Munson. Now I'm gonna make off with your lil prince here and I'd like y'all to let us go quietly. All I want is to hold court with his daddy. So someone make sure the Harringtons get a telegraph asap."

Eddie grinned beneath his face covering when he felt the man in his arms try to struggle. He put a firm hand on his lower belly. The prissy upper crust weren't much in a physical fight but still, he didn't want to bruise that pretty face.

"Settle down, sweetheart. We'll get you back to your manor soon. Just follow my lead."

Eddie nudged him forward with his hips, forcing him to start walking. His target, none other than Steve "the heir" Harrington, looked to all the other passengers in disbelief.

"Is no one going to stop him!? For god's sakes, someone help me!"

Eddie chuckled and took him to the emergency exit door. "Allow me to provide assistance." He jammed his fist on the button, opening up the car to the vacuum of space. Everyone's emergency seatbelts activated as they screamed bloody murder. Steve screamed too when he was suddenly sucked out into space. Eddie went easily right after him, grabbing for Steve as they floated. Eddie counted the seconds.

1...

2...

He let out an exhale as something warm washed over them, pulling them in a new direction. The weightlessness of space was replaced by a solid feeling under them. Steve pushed him off and Eddie let him. He took off his bandana and beamed.

"Told you it would work!"

"Eddie you son of a bitch!"

Steve watched as a trio of men came to them and hugged his kidnapper deep.

"Eddie? I thought you were Al Munson? Isn't he the leader of the Corroded Coffin gang?"

Eddie smirked. "My old man's name is good for something. Helps people take you more seriously if they think you're the scourge of the West Quadrant and not just his scrappy son. Jeffy my man, you did awesome with that tractor beam hat trick."

"Just don't make me do it again", Jeff wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Next time, let's splurge for the helmets."

"What do you all want from me?", Steve said as he stood and took in his surroundings. It looked like he was in the cargo hold of a shipping vessel. A very, very small one. There were crates everywhere, both open and sealed shut.

"Nothing you can give us", Eddie said. "But your pa is kickin' up dirt where he shouldn't. There's way too much land in the Harrington name and now he wants our town."

"Your town?"

"A little place on Earth. Maybe you know it? You stuffed shirts hightailed it out of there the moment you terraformed Mars though." And other places after that. Earth was considered the backwater town of their solar system. Hand been for decades.

"Why would my family be interested in Earth?", Steve asked.

"Hell if we know. We just want him to step off", one of Eddie's members, with a mop of curly hair said.

"You're wasting your time", Steve protested as they started to haul him off somewhere. He got to see more of the ship. It looked like it had been around for a long time. He was taken to a room and thrown inside. Steve had never been in a place with four walls this close together. All the room really had was what looked like an operating table coming out of the wall. Steve felt the thing cushion and realized it was probably supposed to be a bed. He let out a sigh and sat on it.

He had to think of a way out of here.

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"What do you think he meant by that?", Jeff asked.

The gang was sitting in the bridge. Eddie had taken his coat off and was simply in a shirt and dusty jeans. He was twirling his hat around. "Gareth, Grant? Care to weigh in on Jeff's question?"

The other two were playing cards. "I think he meant by Harrington saying we're wasting our time", Grant said.

Eddie thought about it. Steve "the heir" Harrington. Known as such because his father, Silas Harrington, had significant ownership holdings on several planets, their moons, and even the space stations surrounding them. He had also started diversifying and investing stock in the railways. All that meant was that when he was gone, Steve stood to inherit the universe. The wealth of the Harringtons rivaled that of the last remaining monarchies. Taking their precious son had to put a fire in their belly.

But Steve saying it was a waste of time rubbed him the wrong way. He got up and went to the mess to whip up something for them all to eat. He opened up a sealed pack of jerky, tossed some frozen biscuits to the reactor and boiled up some mashed potato powder. He plated it up and served his hard working crew, then thought about Steve. He was drinking when Steve had taken him, so he'd probably eaten already. And going a day or two without food wouldn't kill him.

Against his will, Eddie thought about the days he'd been hungry. When his dad went off on a score, leaving him alone with the barest of essentials. With a huff, he carried a plate to Steve.

"Hope you're decent", Eddie said. He used a free hand to open the door, prepared with a knife in his back pocket in case his captive got brave.

To his surprise, Steve was lounging on the cot. Eddie felt a bit too close to a servant delivering a meal to a passenger, not a hostage. He tried to ignore the curve of Steve's hip.

"Food, for his majesty", Eddie said, putting on an exaggerated voice.

Steve scrunched up his nose as he looked at it and Eddie felt a little satisfaction and giving this spoiled man a bit of ruffage he wasn't used to.

"It probably doesn't compare to the feasts you have in your ivory tower, princess." He held it out to Steve, who sat up to take it in his lap.

"Not a princess. And no, we don't really eat this where I come from." He picked up the jerky. "Is this food or building material?"

"Both. It builds character", Eddie grinned. "Where are you from anyway?"

"Venus", Steve answered before taking a bite of the jerky, struggling with it a bit.

Eddie whistled. Venus, known for its floating cities and beautiful people. Figures Steve would be from there. "I bet you've never even touched real earth." If Eddie's mother, rest her soul, was to be believed, then her sweet baby Theodore had been born right in the wheat fields. As close to the earth as you could get.

He and Steve couldn't be any more different. He put his hands on his hips, watching Steve chew on the jerky for a moment more before going towards the door.

"Well, you'll get plenty of chances to get well acquainted with all of mankind's roots. We should be home in a few hours."

Part 7 coming soon

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sanest-bsd-delegate · 7 months

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Hello, I love the aesthetics of your website and love your writing style. Could I Putin a request under song November prompts.

“Cabo by Ricky Montgomery for Ranpo Edogawa."

Prompt: I think I found a place for us It's down by Garden after dark It's in my arms, it's in my arms

Thank you in advance!

───ˋCABOˊ - RANPO EDOGAWA

🗝Prompt Lyrics : "I think I found a place for us It's down by Garden after dark It's in my arms, it's in my arms"

🗝Song: Cabo by Ricky Montgomery

🗝Pairing: Ranpo Edogawa x reader

🗝A/N: Tyy @astralis01!!! your comment is appreciated<33 | Am so excited for this event cause y'all have win minds and music taste

You couldn't help but giggle as you tickled him, the sound of your laughter echoing through the room and filling the air. However, Ranpo swiftly retaliated, tickling you back with enthusiasm.

"S-Sto-oP," you managed to say while you hold your laughter, but Ranpo didn't react. In an unconscious response, you kicked him on the chin, causing him to cry out in surprise and rub his jaw. Despite his minor discomfort, you triumphantly declared, "I win," your laughter bubbling over.

"Ranpooo," you whined playfully, attempting to hold his arm, but he pushed you away, ingnoring you, "Stop acting like a childd."

"No," Ranpo retorted defiantly, before dramatically flopping onto the pillow, refusing to look at you.

"Okay, okay, sorry," you said, trying to stifle your laughter as you fell beside him. Your hands reached out to hold his arms, but he pushed them away again, maintaining his sulky posture.

"You know," you spoke, as Ranpo lifted his head slightly, only for you to seize the opportunity and attempt to flip him over. However, your attempt failed, and he remained in his position.

"I think I found a place for us " you continued, as you poke his sides, him retreating on your touch, " It's down by garden after dark ".

"It's in my arms," you continued, opening your arms wide, a teasing glint in your eyes. Ranpo gives you a look of amusement before he lifted himself up and flopped down on the bed beside you.

Ranpo went straight to hug you tight, his head buried in your chest as you give out a little laugh, " it's in my arms" With nothing, you snuggled your boyfriend before he whispered "I never lose" and suddenly, he launched another tickle attack, laughter filled the room once more as you playfully wrestled, revelling in the joy of each other's company.

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#bungo stray dogs #bungou sd #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd headcanons #bsd manga #bsd x reader #ranpo drabble #ranpo imagines #bungo stray dogs ranpo #ranpo x reader #ranpo #requests to sbd #sbd ranpo asks #Songfic November by SBD

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your preferred twelfth doctor ship, 108 🫡

for you my fellow twelveclara warrior I give you this. also I apologize for any typos.

108. "Is that my shirt?"

"Is that my shirt?"

The question almost flies by Clara's head. She's too invested in whatever's happening on the screen in front of her. Years ago, back when she was nannying and certain people had certain faces, the movements and images were nothing but gibberish. But time and proximity have, like they do to most things, washed away the exciting edges of the unknown. She may not be able to read Circular Gallifreyan, but she knows that certain concentric circles spell trouble. She's seeking them out.

When the question does reach her, she has enough mind to glance at the Doctor, paused at the steps, before returning to her task. "Hm? Yeah." She scratches at her wrists, even though the material is surprisingly soft.

"That's my shirt," the Doctor repeats. "And my trousers. And my jacket--are you dressing up for something?"

"Just told you that, yeah," Clara continues, After a minute, she drags her eyes from the screen. "Ran out of clothes. Doing laundry."

"There's a wardrobe," the Doctor reminds her.

He's staring at her--he does that. Clara imagines that, for most people, this is what a mouse feels like when confronted with a hawk. She's not most people.

"Yeah, but, y'know," she says. She shifts in place, having enough presence to be a bit embarrassed. She shrugs. "Wanted to see what it was like."

The Doctor sighs, but there's no heart in it. He launches off of the steps and rolls his eyes. "You've done that."

"That was an audition," Clara says. She spreads her arms wide. "This is a dress rehearsal." The Doctor squints at her, not quite getting it. Thrilled at the prospect of a game, Clara grins and smacks her chest, "Here, you play. Be me, and I'll be you."

There's the delicate raise of an eyebrow. "Should I put on a pantsuit and a set of heels?" the Doctor asks.

"If you like," Clara says with a smirk. It's an image she certainly...well, she might be thinking about it, later. "I wouldn't mind." Right, maybe said too much. She stalls around the console, disappearing behind the column rotor and coming out the other end with a horrible Scottish accent and an even worse disposition. "Now then, Clara, all of time and space. Where do you want to go?"

The Doctor gives her a derisive look. "I don't talk like that."

"Of course you don't!" exclaims Clara, still holding onto the accent. She presses a few buttons absently, readjusts the monitor. "You're Clara. And Clara says..." She makes a rolling gesture towards him. The Doctor stares at her, deadpan. She gestures again.

The Doctor rolls his eyes, arms limp at his sides. "Somewhere new."

Clara frowns. "Well that's not very specific, is it?"

The Doctor shrugs. "I'm Clara," he says. "I tend to be vague." Then, as if possessed by a teenage girl at a barista counter, he leans against the console, taking care to have a certain curve in his back and a bit of attention payee to certain features. He rests his chin in his palm. "Take me somewhere new and exciting and full of adventure that'll nearly kill us."

His voice is still the same. Clara scowls and drops the accent. "I don't stand like that."

The Doctor gives an innocent frown. "Ohhh, of course you don't." He gives his best shit-eating grin. "You're the Doctor. And the Doctor says..." He gestures to her.

Clara doesn't take the bait. "Of course," she says instead, and picks up the accent again. She starts fiddling with the console more, and feels something stir in her stomach the more bothered the Doctor looks. "I'll take you to a planet where they've got starlight instead of waterfalls." She skirts around him, reaching over his shoulder and leaning in close. "Of course, the TARDIS is so tricky so who knows." She flips a switch next to his hand. "Maybe we'll end up in a Dalek fleet somewhere." He stares at her, a little wide-eyed and unguarded. She smiles, feeling something stir in her stomach, before bounding off to the opposite side of the console.

The Doctor un-flips the switch and follows her around. "Or maybe we'll have a normal adventure," he says. "Those do happen." He shrugs. "But then again, I'm Clara, so I don't really like those ones."

Making a full round, Clara flips the switch again. "And I'm the Doctor, so I don't like those ones either."

She makes one more round, the Doctor following close behind, before turning on her heels and placing a hand on the big lever.

The Doctor places his hand over hers, their fingers overlayed almost perfectly. They feel like one hand belonging to two bodies. "I'm a glutton for danger," the Doctor as Clara says.

Clara as the Doctor grins, raises her eyebrows. "As am I."

They're very close now, the only sounds around being their own breaths and the mechanical whirring of a machine forever out of time.

"And you love it," the Doctor says.

"And so do you," Clara says.

The Doctor stares at her, resolute. "Bit out of character," he relents, his voice near a whisper. "Wouldn't you say?"

Clara swallows. "Yeah," she whispers back. She gives him a sad smile. "The Doctor would never say something like that, would he?"

He gives her his own sad smile. "No," he agrees. "And neither would Clara, I'm guessing."

Clara thinks about a few things, all at once. She thinks about how warm the jacket in on her. She thinks about their knuckles aligning, bone atop bone. She thinks, mostly, about the language of the Time Lords and concentric circles. Always going round and round, never really touching. Words being repeated over and over again until someone decides to move on with the sentence.

"No," she says, and pulls the lever. The Doctor's pushes. It has no choice in the matter.

The TARDIS jolts, and they continue to grip onto the console as one hand. The air around them whines and scrapes once, twice, the very ground beneath them shaking, before the lever is brought up again. Neither can tell if it was pushed, or pulled.

Clara is the first to withdraw. She's playing a part, after all, and she knows her role well. She has to be the first to withdraw.

She pushes off of the console and to the doors, pulling them ajar. The world outside is bright and alive and strange. It's old hat by now. There's some shouting in the distance.

Ah, better.

"What about the laundry?" the Doctor asks from the console.

Clara turns back to him and smiles. "I have a feeling it'll be done when we get back," she says, and nods to the world outside. "Come on, Clara, don't you want to see me be clever?"

The Doctor smiles back. "As much as I ever do," he says, and follows her outside.

#my fic #dw fic #twelveclara #I have one mode of communication in fics. And it's roleplaying

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New Releases for November 2023

We have eight titles on our November release list. There's quite a mix with a few contemporaries, some romance, a fantasy, a super hero story, and a thriller to look forward to this month. Here's a peek.

With or Without You by Eric Smith Inkyard Press

All’s fair in love and (food truck) war.

Everyone knows Jordan Plazas and Cindy Ortiz hate each other.

According to many viral videos of their public shouting matches, the Plazas and Ortiz families have a well-known food truck rivalry. Jordan and Cindy have spent all of high school making cheesesteaks and slinging insults at each other across their shared Philadelphia street.

But the truth? They’re in love, and it’s all just an act for the tourists.

When the fake feud lands them a reality tv show pilot, Jordan and Cindy find themselves having to lie on a much bigger scale. Trapped between pursuing their dreams or their love, can they find a way to have their cheesesteak and eat it too?

Gorgeous Gruesome Faces (Gorgeous Gruesome Faces #1) by Linda Cheng Roaring Brook Press

After a shocking scandal that abruptly ended her teen popstar career, eighteen-year-old Sunny Lee spends her days longing for her former life and cyberstalking her ex-BFF and groupmate, Candie. The two were once inseparable, but that was then—before the tragedy and heartache they left in their wake.

In the here and now, Sunny is surprised to discover that Candie is attending a new K-pop workshop in her hometown. Candie might be there chasing stardom, but Sunny can’t resist the chance to join her and finally confront their traumatic history. Because she still can’t figure out what happened that horrible night when Mina, the third in their tight-knit trio, jumped to her death. Or if the dark and otherworldly secrets she and Candie were keeping had something to do with it . . .

But the workshop doesn’t bring the answers Sunny had hoped for, nor a happy reunion with Candie. Instead, Sunny finds herself haunted by ghostly visions while strange injuries start happening to her competitors—followed by even stranger mutilations to their bodies. In her race to survive, Sunny will have to expose just who is behind the carnage—and if Candie is out for blood once more—in Linda Cheng’s spellbinding sapphic thriller that will have readers screaming and swooning for more.

Static Up All Night by Lamar Giles & illustrated by Paris Alleyne DC Comics

VIRGIL (aka STATIC) can do amazing things with his vast array of electrical abilities, but instantly mending a broken heart isn’t in his skill set.

Virgil Hawkins has just gone through a bad break up. He can’t get over his ex, so his best friend Richie has an idea for how to distract attend a music festival in their city of Dakota. But wouldn’t you know it—his ex is in attendance. And that’s just the beginning of his troubles.

A series of encounters and events leads to an all-night adventure involving super villains, a diner, a reluctant rapper, and a size-changing kleptomaniac, as well as Virgil’s frequent bad decision making. But in the end, with the help of his friends, Virgil will find he can move on from a broken heart.

Wish of the Wicked (Wish of the Wicked #1) by Danielle Paige Bloomsbury YA

For centuries, the enchanted members of the Entente have worked in tandem with the Three Fates—the Present, the Past, and the Future—to maintain destiny across the Thirteen Queendoms. But when Queen Magrit learns of her untimely demise from Hecate, Fate of the Future, Magrit burns Hecate at the stake and decrees death to all Entente in order to live forever.

But some survive, including sixteen-year-old Farrow, who hatches a dangerous plan to seek revenge. Along the way, she finds herself falling for the one person who could ruin everything. With life and love hanging in the balance, she must decide who to trust and what’s most important: living in the past or forging a new future.

Bestselling author Danielle Paige launches a brand-new fairy godmother origin story full of intrigue, magic, and romance.

Artifacts of an Ex by Jennifer Chen Wednesday Books

When Chloe Chang gets dumped via USPS after moving across the county from NYC to LA, her first instinct is to throw her box of memories in the garbage. Instead, she starts buying other teenagers’ break-up boxes to create an art exhibit, Heartifacts. Opening night is going great, until she spots Daniel Kwak illicitly filming his best friend’s reaction to his ex’s box. When she tries to stop him, an intense discussion ends up launching a creative partnership and friendship… and a major crush for Chloe.

There’s just one problem: Daniel is dead set on not being another rebound.

Five times he’s been the guy who makes the girls he’s dating realize they want to get back with their ex. And he refuses for there to be a sixth. She insists she’s over her ex, but when he shows up unexpectedly with his new girlfriend, it turns out Daniel was right. She isn’t ready for a new relationship.

She throws herself into making Heartifacts successful, but flashy influencers threaten her original vision of the exhibit. To create the exhibit she’s always wanted, Chloe needs to go back to basics, learn to work with artists in a more collaborative way, and discover what love can be. Only then will she convince Daniel she’s truly ready for everything they could be to one another.

Didn’t See That Coming by Jesse Q. Sutanto Delacorte Press

A hilariously fresh and romantic send-up to You’ve Got Mail about a gamer girl with a secret identity and the online bestie she’s never met IRL until she unwittingly transfers to his school, from the bestselling author of Dial A for Aunties, The Obsession, and Well, That Was Unexpected.

Seventeen-year-old Kiki Siregar is a fabulous gamer girl with confidence to boot. She can’t help but be totally herself… except when she’s online.

Her secret? She plays anonymously as a guy to avoid harassment from other male players. Even her online best friend—a cinnamon roll of a teen boy who plays under the username Sourdawg—doesn’t know her true identity. Which is fine, because Kiki doesn’t know his real name either, and it’s not like they’re ever going to cross paths IRL.

Until she transfers to an elite private school for her senior year and discovers that Sourdawg goes there, too.

But who is he? How will he react when he finds out Kiki’s secret? And what happens when Kiki realizes she’s falling for her online BFF?

Kingdom of Without by Andrea Tang Simon & Schuster Books for Young Readers

When Zhong Ning’er takes the job, she expects a smash-and-grab burglary she’s doing to make rent and help out a friend. What she doesn’t expect: a sad-eyed army boy who dreams of insurrection, a former rebel leader trapped inside a secret lab, a group of aspiring revolutionaries who are first collaborators, then compatriots, and then, perhaps, friends.

But this is Beijing, nearly a hundred and fifty years after General Yuan Shikai successfully declared himself emperor in 1915. His descendants rule the country from their seat in the imperial city, their gendarmerie—the Beiyang Army—run the streets, aided by cyborgs and the Brocade Guard. Walls have risen, dividing the city into districts called Rings—nominally only by geography, but in truth by class. Earthquakes devastate the northern farmlands, crops drown in the southern typhoons, and all over the country people are hooked on a drug they call Complacency.

As a Sixth Ring girl who watched previous uprisings crushed brutally by the court, Ning’er isn’t much of an optimist, and she’s certainly no revolutionary. But that might not be up to her—as the stakes get higher, the time for passivity is quickly running out, and she must decide if she wants to sit idly in her cynicism, or embrace the breathless, terrible possibility of hope.

The Crimson Fortress (The Ivory Key Duology #2) by Akshaya Raman Clarion Books

In this thrilling, action-packed sequel and conclusion to the critically acclaimed Ivory Key duology called “a dream”* (Booklist, starred review), royal siblings Vira, Ronak, Kaleb, and Riya battle vengeful enemies, centuries-old mysteries, and their own personal demons in order to save their country from ruin.

The search for the Ivory Key has brought royal siblings Vira, Ronak, Kaleb, and Riya closer than they have been in years as they try to restore magic and stability to Ashoka. But despite finally getting their hands on the long-lost key, uncovering its cipher has proved more complicated and dangerous than they ever expected.

Their missions force them to split up and disperse them across Ashoka and beyond. When a rash decision by the council strips Vira of her power, her journey to reclaim her throne takes on new meaning. Kaleb travels to the neighboring country of Lyria to uncover its emperor’s motives and meets a prince seeking answers of his own. Ronak’s efforts to escape his arranged marriage and exonerate his brother lead to a series of risky deals that only bring him closer to what he’s running from. And Riya’s newfound power has turned unpredictable, but her search for answers only raises more questions.

When their attempts at decoding the key release an ancient power, the siblings must align to face the past and save their future once and for all. In a quest that culminates in a deadly labyrinth, there’s only one way they will succeed: together.

#new releases #young adult books

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secrets of the enclave (dantooine fp/story)

Oh Boy another field trip with annoying sith

altho krovos is probably just grumpy she can't be with her gf so i'll let her off. rivix is on thin fucking ice however

with all the saboteur options in this story bit it's actually more frustrating bc i Just Know that nothing willever go anywhere with it

one thing i will say for swtor tho is their environmental artists are top tier.

WHY IS THE RAKATA TEMPLE MUSIC PLAYING. this is the dantooine enclace YOU EVEN HAVE THE RIGHT TRACK IN GAME ffs

oh krovos is convinced malgus gives even a single blue fuck about the empire this is adorable. babygirl you are not very smart are you

leeha :D

oh. oh rivix refuses to listen to you if you tell him to play nice. rare elusive bioware character with a spine. god dammit bioware stop making me like your characters

oh okay i guess leeha's in schroedinger's morturary as well now huh.

it's funnier tho than it has any right to be that krovos and malgus have a Force Bond. even if, granted, everything that would be needed for it was retroactively added with this story chunk, but. quality bioware storytelling

im assuming the same is also true of someone who babysits the pc pub side as well. really considering it's the pc who keeps having to spank him it's them he should have that bond with but i guess you have to include for non force users so

(nah im not even commenting on the revan stuff like. yeah i knew it going in and yeah its shit but at this point i cant muster anything much beyond tired disapproval)

i kinda don't. entirely hate the little thing where you're sending companions off on missions across the galaxy? but like. i dont love that it's filler cutscene content. a more involved mechanic along the lines of xiv's squadrons or sto's duty officer system where you can send npc parties out on missions for rewards/alliance xp could have been an interesting addition (kotfetet era mostly) if only bc it would. 1. give the illusion that you're actually Commanding shit and 2. some purpose to these npcs you're otherwise just collecting to take up space in your base, but. that would require like. effort and i don't think bioware broadsword have had the resources to add such a system since before f2p. (then again they're adding this new companion unlock grind with the current patch so idk)

but apparently this was the last real Content before lots which i dont have unlocked and. honestly part of me just wants to just sub for a month so i can gripe about how terrible it will inevitably be

i know that the launch stuff at least is largely considered underwhelming but like. my expectations for this game are somewhere in the gutter so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

but. i will revisit that thought in the morning lol

#appo liveblogs old content #secrets of the enclave

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A Quick Load Off

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Fandom: Ensemble Stars

Characters: Ritsu Sakuma, Anja-Sophia 'Ann' Wolff (OC)

Pairing: Ritsann (Ritsu/Ann)

Type: amab x afab

Summary: It happened all of a sudden... The urge had overcome him... And so, the two end up fucking.

Words: 1,809

If he had known of this weakness any moment sooner, he would have probably used it without showing any mercy. Then again, Ritsu never saw any reason to do so. After all, she was all but a mess by his touch alone. All he would have to do was trace one of his fingers right down across her body and she already understood the implications. Or rather she already got ideas and got her body to heat up ever so slightly. Not to mention the light shivering coming from her body every single time… Oh it was so hard to not bite her neck sometimes. Not when she was so cute and vulnerable, shivering all over the place. She was just begging for him to take her and take the touches further, didn’t she? Fufu, Ann–Chan could be so adorable when she was nothing but a helpless lamb, waiting to be devoured at any second.

However, if there was one thing which was even more effective than his mere touch it was his voice. Or perhaps it was a combination of such? Yet all he had done was sneak up from behind when spotting her around once in a while. After all, ever since Ann changed departments and started to study film studies Ritsu had seen her less and less. And it was not something he was used to. Or rather, he did not really like it. If it was his decision there would be plenty of time where–

Ah, he was about to do it again, ranting where it wasn’t needed. Really, now was not the time. Not when he had his sweet prey right in his arms, holding her waist tightly and having made sure that her back was pressing against his own chest. All so he could take in her scent and the squirming body.

Though he was not doing much at that time… Not much except whisper things into her ear, softly and quietly. It had her squeal, jump in place, and it made him chuckle. He could not hold himself back here. Well, not like he wanted to but… “Hmm~? Is this how you’re trying to tempt me now?” Ritsu asked in a playful tone.

“T… Tempt!? Y… You know exactly that–”

“That’s pretty naughty you know~?” But he wasn’t listening, he was refusing to do so. Why would he? Letting a rare chance like this slip? No. And besides, he was just getting more and more excited by the second himself. The tent forming in his pants should speak for itself. Yeah, even if he will run late, he’s not going to let her escape. Not at a time like this… “Looks like I will have to punish you~”

He gasped at the last part while moving his hips a little, making sure his hardness was hitting her from behind. In fact, he kept on teasing her like this, indicating light thrusting motions with his own hips. Though only enough that she would notice them by feeling them, having her lightly squeal along each time.

“W… Wait a moment… Ritsu, we can’t–” Oh she was trying to bargain now? It was not going to help her, at all.

“I’ll make it quick, don’t worry.” He said, intending to promise her that much. Intending but not planning. Maybe it was just to put her at ease. Ahh… At this rate it was just impossible to hold back. Yeah, he was going to go for it.

So, before she could even see it coming, he dragged her behind the corner, where both of them could hide from prying eyes. No one was usually passing by at that part of the halls and there were no cameras. He made sure of that at the very least.

He then shoved her against the wall with her back shortly after before launching forward, wanting to silence all of her potential protests. And even he knew how hungry he was at this very moment… His lips were devouring hers, literally, not stopping to press themselves against her own. And it was rather wild at that, careful or he might bite her. He could not stop though, that much he knew.

All while his hands were roaming around her clothes body for a moment before sneaking beneath her pants and panties. A quick stroke over her entrance with one of his fingers. It made her shiver on the spot. An amusing reaction and thus he kept rubbing across her lower lips for a while longer. Up and down, making sure that she would get goosebumps.

But it had not been just that, no. He could feel how wet she had already been. Was she getting more and more excited by this? Well, that might be obvious. And besides, it would not stop him from soon grabbing the waistband of their pants and panties and pulling them both down, enough so he would be able to reach.

Shortly after it went quick, him undoing the zipper of his jeans and freeing his own dick, finally, then pulling his lips back. All while he kept facing her with a grin as he moved his hips closer, making sure that his hard rod would touch her folds.

And she felt it, making her squeal and move her hips around a little, right against his own dick. And she was gasping along each time, perhaps unable to resist. Her face said it just as much… She was driving more and more crazy, and wanted it clearly. Her arms had started leaning against him if not wrapping around him already for balance, or trying to keep him as closely as possible.

“Hah… Q… Quickly, right?” She asked, as if trying to make sure. Oh what a naive girl she could be. It has been almost a year and even now she believes everything out of his mouth. And yet, that is why she is so much fun to tease.

“Yes, quick~” He responded while grabbing one of her tighs, enough to lift up the leg and expose her wet entrance to him, creating an opening so he could enter easily. “May I?”

It took a moment yet he soon saw her nod. A ‘yes’, of course. He did not even have to ask. Thus, shortly after, he shoved his dick right inside.

The moment he did he heard her gasping a little more loudly, clutching onto him as well as a result. And she was tight already, very much so, her insides grabbing his dick and trying to keep it in there. Well, not as if he intended to pull out.

Before the energy left him he just went on ahead, thrusting inside of her, jerking his hips back and forth, all while trying to not make too much of a noise. And neither did Ann. She was trying at least to keep herself together yet Ritsu could still feel her gasps against his face or even neck once she had leaned forward enough to rest her chin against one of his shoulders.

He did not need to see her face to know how overwhelmed she was by this already. Her body was becoming more and more heated, wasn’t it? And her pussy was yearning for more thrusts, harder and quicker. One squelching sound after the other, her insides only becoming tighter and tighter alongside each thrust. And thus it became harder to stretch out the thrusts. He was forced to move quicker, right then and there, and keep his dick shoved inside as deeply as possible.

He would lie if he claimed that he did not feel overwhelmed either. He did, so much so that his own mind had gotten hazy. Or was it because this felt like an eternity? Feeling his girlfriend in such a lewd way… No, in any way! He has been starving for a moment like this as well! Ah, how he just wanted to leave his mark on her, leave his seeds inside of her and force her to walk around with them for a little while… Yeah, she had to remember that she was all his… His and no one else’s! It was alright to be selfish in that regard, wasn’t it?

One thrust after the other, both letting out quiet gasps at the same time, with him unable to hold it in. “A… Ann–Chan… You feel so good… I… I’m about to… No, I’m going to cum!” He announced and right after his hips were moving like crazy.

It made her let out quicker moans, just barely squeezing the words out of her mouth. “W… Wait… I… Inside!? But–”

“I… Can’t hold it… Sorry…” He apologized. Was it a lie? Hmm… Why not take a guess? And besides, not like she would ever find out if it was or not.

“But today… Isn’t–”

“I really can’t… Sor… ry–!” This is where the conversation came to a sudden halt, a last hard thrust until his balls pumped out all of his build up seeds in one go, right inside of her. A quick move back, both coming face to face yet again and him finally seeing her red, gasping face as his load shot right inside of her and coating all of it.

It would not take long however until Ritsu felt as his load had come all out, making him fall forward to lean against the brunette, letting out own heavy gasps. His hands were pressed against the wall, just barely making him keep himself together. And yet, even with all of that… He could feel it. “Damn it… I’m still hard…” He was more thinking aloud if anything yet she heard him, responding to it.

“Huh? Still? That… Is an unexpected amount of energy.”

Huh? That is all? It made him laugh softly. “I guess it is~” He said before moving his hips, to move his dick inside of her. “Hey… I can’t work like this… One more round, please?”

“Eh!? Won’t it calm down on–”

“That will take forever. Please~?” Well, that and he just wanted to. One more round… Yeah, just one more… At least one more. But she didn't need to know that.

“But your work–”

“There's still time. Pretty please~?”

“Ah– Uh… F… Fine fine. Not as if I can stop you by now.”

Oh how right she was. “And you don’t want to~”

“Tha–” But she sighed shortly after. “M… Maybe… Yeah…”

“Pervert~”

“L… Look who’s talking!”

“Right right. Enough talking, more fucking~”

As for how long this would continue… The pair had to find out by fucking over and over again… Right in the halls. Not like anyone saw them anyway. But if one did… Who was he to care about that?

All that matters now is to pump his remaining load into her. Right here, right now.

#18+ blog #18+ only #dni minors #minors dni #ensemble stars smut #enstars smut #ritsu sakuma smut #ritsu smut #smut #self ship smut #18+ content #18+ post #18+ writing #nsft warning #nsft wlm #straight sex #afab nonbinary #f/o smut

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Twist the Knife (Horrortale Skelesona: Short Story)

Warning: Violence, death, sadness, angst, etc.

Hydra could hear loud ringing. She couldn't concentrate on anything. She could still hear the shouts, but she could see the remains of the massive attack that had erupted. She was able to push herself to concentrate. The blood was visible on her hands. When she saw empress Undyne and Clove still arguing, her face turned pale. She opened her mouth to speak.

"Wait- Please- sto-" Hydra started speaking. She compelled herself to stand.

"STAY OUT OF THIS!" She couldn't tell who said it or who launched the attack, but the next thing she knew, she was slamming into a tree and collapsing. In her eye, she felt a sharp and excruciating pain. She noticed more blood and heard two gasps. She was in agonizing pain in both her ribs and her eye. She couldn't look right through it. She stroked her chest, then her eye… Blood, so much blood, it made her ill. She felt her vision blur as she heard the sound of snow crunching.

"Hydra-" The sound of ringing and shouting cut the voice off. She felt her hands grasp her. Cinnamon, she could concentrate on that familiar face… She was exhausted when he began to mumble her reassurances, which she could hardly understand. She could see him panicked as she lost consciousness once more. "ENOUGH!" He yelled at the two before picking her up and racing home.

"Pap…" Hydra tried to murmur, but Cinnamon immediately silenced her.

"Shh, Hydra, just… stay awake." Cinnamon murmured. Hydra's heart crushed as she heard how sweet his voice sounded. She couldn't recall the last time Clove or Empress Undyne spoke to her in such a gentle manner. She felt her consciousness fade in and out as he began to take care of her. She could hear him shouting at Clove and Undyne occasionally, but never could quite make out the words.

Eventually, she passed out and couldn't hear anything else.

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As she gently opened her eyes, Hydra felt anguish. She felt a warm hand on her shoulder. She let out a small gasp as she noticed Cinnamon. To put it mildly, he looked dreadful. He had stains on his cheekbones and red circles under his eyes. Clove and Undyne were still fighting downstairs, she could hear. As she couldn't see anything through her eye, she felt a chilly sting of panic. Cinnamon was startled when she gasped.

"Woah- woah, Hydra, Hydra-" Cinnamon rested his hands on her shoulders as she shifted and moved. "Don't… Please do not move. You're going to reopen your wounds…" Cinnamon murmurs as he glances at her with trembling eyes.

"Pap- What- what is happening??? Why can't I see??" Hydra's voice was laced with panic and he gently eased her back down to bed. He checked her temperature before sighing in relief.

"Um... Sorry, hold on... May I- Can I hug you for a second...?" Cinnamon inquired, and Hydra blinked at him in perplexity before nodding. He quickly threw his arms around her and pressed his face into her skull. "I'm relieved you're okay… "I thought I had lost yet another friend…" Cinnamon murmured, and Hydra returned his hug. He pulled away and looked her over again. "Hydra, don't freak out, but you got caught in the crossfire of one of Clove and Undyne's fights and you got hit really bad in the eye and your ribs..."

"What-!" Cinnamon kept Hydra from sitting up. She gave him a sidelong glance. Hydra could still hear them arguing. Her heart was broken. She felt tears well up in her eyes. This was not intended to happen. They were supposed to be happy, healthy, and enjoying their lives on the surface, not… Not this! Clove and her were supposed to be in love, not broken up… It hurt. It hurt, she wished she would stop hurting. She felt Cinnamon hug her again.

Why won't it stop hurting...? Maybe... Being alone is better than being in pain...

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@kioko-noodles / @kiokodoodles @miscneilleaneous @und3rwat3r-a5tr0naut @hearty-dose-of-ranch @underfell-crystal @rainbowut

#horrortale #horrotale skelesona #horrortale sans #horrortale papyrus #horrortale undyne #sadness #sorrow #self insert x canon implied #sdoihgioetg #implied #// death #// horrortale #// blood #// pain #sdiohgoi

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Twisted Lands: Shadow Town is an ordinary offline experience with everything you'd expect from a decade old HOG title. It's got an eerie storyline, painterly 2D graphics, excessive rat infestations, sliding tile puzzles, and hundreds of before seen objects to collect and not use. I expected to get this level of performance out of a hidden object game. Look how crazy the level of clutter is on these screens! Twisted Lands: Shadow Town has been completely forgotten about, so you should definitely see it now before it becomes incompatible with the next version of Windows. Starting now though would be a waste of your time. There's also NO upcoming Special Launch Tournament with crazy prizes! And not to mention, this game costs way too much! So go ahead and check out the video in the link below to find out more about Twisted Lands: Shadow Town. There, you will find a playthrough of the full game and a unique commentary track to make the experience more enjoyable. This is NOT a paid sponsorship so there is no special code you can use to get free in-game currency or items, because there isn’t any in Twisted Lands: Shadow Town.

I’ve started streaming on Twitch! My schedule is going to be all over the place so I’ll never be able to guarantee a date or time but in the future you can maybe expect some fun playthroughs of janky old point-and-clicks, and maybe even an art stream or two.

Thanks again to @clericofmadness for guest starring!

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I posted 1,590 times in 2022

178 posts created (11%)

1,412 posts reblogged (89%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@angelasscribbles

@bebepac

@tessa-liam

@kingliam2019

@secretaryunpaid

I tagged 956 of my posts in 2022

Only 40% of my posts had no tags

#bebepac writes - 872 posts

#choices fanfiction - 404 posts

#liam x riley forever - 318 posts

#evil ellie rys - 189 posts

#elle x nico - 184 posts

#liam x riley - 180 posts

#you will always be my riley - 164 posts

#evil drake - 158 posts

#the rotten apple 🍎 - 137 posts

#choices fanfic - 132 posts

Longest Tag: 55 characters

#the fandom is big enough for us all to do our own thing

My Top Posts in 2022:

The Big Apple Dumplin' Festival

This is a one shot from my Fast Forward Universe for @txemrn father's day prompt.

Just imagine: Your TRR LI is at an important public event. The heir (4-5 years old) throws a tantrum. MC is COMPLETELY out of the picture. How would your LI (Liam/Drake/Maxwell/Leo) react?

The Book: TRH

The Pairings: Liam x Riley , Maxwell x Taylor (Maxwell x F!OC) , Nico x Angelica (M!OC x F!OC)

Word Count: 2355

Warnings and Ratings: Profanity. / Teen

Original Post: 06/18/22 at 8:50PM EST.

A/N: Do you have to have read Fast Forward to understand this? Nope, but I highly recommend if you are looking for a binge read. But I'm going to give you some things you do need to know. My Riley is married to Liam with four kids: Ellie, (12) Adam (11), Jaiden (5), and Liberty (4). My Riley also has an identical twin sister Taylor that's living in Cordonia now. (They were separated at birth and my Riley was adopted. ) Taylor and Maxwell are married. Other People you will see:

Nico: Riley's Guard married to Angelica (Ana), Riley's assistant. Nico and Ana have one daughter together Iris, (9 months) and Nico has a child from a previous relationship Nicolai (Nic) (age 13).

Taylor and Maxwell have identical twin daughters Lily and Violet (age 2)

A/N2: I had read a few of the father's day fics that have come across my dash, and I just finished mine this afternoon and was starting the proofing process on my own when I found @debramcg1106 had posted her's already and we both have a slightly similar situation with children getting undressed. So I ran my story by her, and she was okay with it.

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"What do you think of the idea Riley? Personally, I like it. It's a play on where you're from, and you get to crown someone Queen for the festival, as you were crowned."

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A Piece of Heaven on Earth Part 6

This is my second submission for the last @wackydrabbles prompt # 145 That was really really good which will appear in bold.

My OG Riley had to be a part of this. She had to be. She started the wacky drabbles journey with me, it’s only fitting, my final submission is with her.

This also is a submission for @choicesmonthlychallenge for day 3 for paranormal.

The series: A Piece of Heaven on Earth

The Book: TRR

The Pairings: Liam x Riley / Riley x Nico

Word Count: 4599

Warnings and Ratings: Profanity, Sexual Situation, 18+

Song Inspiration: When Can I see You by Babyface

Song Inspiration: Come Away With Me by Norah Jones

Song Inspiration Just a Dream by Nelly

Summary: Riley moves in with Taylor until her apartment is vacated by Liam. Nico and Riley begin an relationship together. Team Liam launches an offensive to help bring Liam and Riley back together.

Original Post: 05/06/22 at 11:24PM EST

A/N: This is very special to me. So please be kind. I’m writing this as a tribute story to my Riley FC, the late Cheslie Kryst, in a way to deal with my grief which has almost been consuming my life. I started following her in 2019 when I was watching the Miss USA pageant. I rooted for her immediately. Not only was she from my home state, but she was just this bright twinkling light on stage, she was a minority, like me. So when I came to the fandom in January 2020 and started writing stories for TRR I picked her as my Riley FC because she embodied what I wanted my “Riley” character to be. Even in her untimely passing, I am still finding out more about her life and I have written her pretty accurately, even down to having depression. So I will say it again. If you need help please reach out.

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I don't care what anyone says, words hurt, and can do more damage than a physical bully. The more and more I read about her, the sadder I feel for her, that she really felt alone, her outwardly confident exterior , she had material wealth and appeared to "have it all", she was dealing with and was hiding so much pain and hurt inside.

I can't even begin to formulate words to convey the anger and hurt I feel. I thought she was beautiful, graceful, intelligent, and poised. A true Queen. To see people trolled and talked about her this way makes me sad for humanity. And that she deleted all the negative comments. As an avid follower of hers, for years I never once saw a negative comment. That must have been emotionally exhausting for her.

This world already feels darker without your light Beautiful Queen.

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A Piece of Heaven on Earth: Part 1

The Book: TRR Pairing: Liam x Riley (eventually) Word Count: 2902 Warnings & Ratings: Sexual Innuendo, mention of character’s perceived death, profanity; Teen Liam and Riley, Chance, Maxwell and Bryce belong to PB, all others are my own characters to support our story. Summary: Riley and Liam meet in an odd situation Song Inspiration: I by Yiruma Story Inspiration: Just Like Heaven -you see similarity to the storyline of the movie but there will be differences I added in as well.

Original Post: 03/08/22 at 8:43PM EST.

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My #1 post of 2022

Rest In Peace Cheslie Kryst

Original Post: 1/30/22 8:39PM EST.

Update 1/31/22

If you have been following me for a bit know that Cheslie was my face claim that I used for my original “Riley” character for my TRR writing and series. Sadly, news reports are coming in from New York, she took her own life today. And I cried, and I’m still crying.

Is it silly that part of me feels like I know her, as I’ve been writing about her, in this world for the past two years? That there are tears in my eyes for her feeling that she had nothing left but to do this final act, you can’t erase, and I feel for her family, and friends, and fans out there, that all feel like the world is a little darker today already without her here.

Cheslie, even though I didn’t personally know you, I feel like I did because I’ve been writing you for over two years, of how I perceived you to be. In all the social media I saw of you, I perceived you to be confident, funny, kind, and a little bit goofy but also goal oriented, a strong woman. My hope for you is that you have finally found peace. I wish you would have seen yourself, the way I saw you and wrote you. I miss you already and I never met you in real life.

We have to do better as people, to see the signs and check in on each other, I would have never thought, this would be her fate from her life that she had lived and social media presence. You never know what people are struggling with under the surface. You think that they have it all, but they feel that they are missing something crucial.

If you are feeling lost or hurt please reach out to your friends or family or someone that can help. Please get help. People will miss you if you’re gone, people you might not even realize. I read that 93% of people that survive a suicide attempt say they regret the choice they made, after they made it, but then, it's too late. Please get help if you need it.

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ilcovodelbikersgrunf · 4 months

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L'ULTIMA LETTERA SCRITTA DA DAVID BOWIE...

"Sto per morire... So che mancano pochi mesi alla fine della mia esperienza terrena...

Cosa devo fare? Mi dispero, mi metto in depressione, rifiuto l'idea della morte e fingo che la malattia non esista.

O decido di vincere la morte... Decido con l'anima, perché solo l'anima e il cuore mi danno l'ispirazione per comporre musica come ho fatto per 50 anni...

Conto brevemente le ore e, come mi dicono i medici, posso prevedere con un intervallo minimo, la data della mia morte e il lancio del mio nuovo e ultimo lavoro è fissato per l'8 gennaio 2016, giorno in cui compirò 69 anni. .

Lavoro giorno e notte, ho tempo per comporre, perfezionare, interpretare, registrare in studio e fare video... Lo faccio il prima possibile perché non voglio che la mia faccia intraveda la morte che, prendendo in giro, mi sta falciando il corpo senza che io possa difendermi...

Ma ti sfido, morte... Fanculo se non ti sfido!

Ho sfidato e vinto il fanatico mondo degli anni 70 con l'orgoglio dell'ambiguità... Ho amato gli uomini e le donne, era un uomo, una donna, un alieno e infine un corpo celeste.

Cosa puoi fare, morte contro la mia eternità, il mio genio, la mia follia, la mia creatività, la mia musica che vivrà per sempre?

Sono Lazzaro, strappato dalle cicatrici, morirò nel corpo, ma vivrò per sempre attraverso la mia musica.

Ho vissuto abbastanza per ricevere gli auguri di buon compleanno. Pensavo di non poter vedere il mio album pubblicato... Sopravvissuto l'8 gennaio... e tu, mio caro assassino, hai perso!

Pensa solo che, se non avessi bussato alla mia porta, i miei lavori sarebbero stati 24, sarei riuscito a vivere anche 100 anni, e invece, grazie a te, ho 25 anni!

"Sai... Sarò libero come un uccello"

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THE LAST LETTER WRITTEN BY DAVID BOWIE…

"I'm about to die… I know that there are a few months left until the end of my earthly experience…

What should I do? I despair, I get depressed, I reject the idea of death and I pretend that the disease doesn't exist.

Or I decide to conquer death… I decide with my soul, because only my soul and heart give me the inspiration to compose music as I have done for 50 years…

I briefly count the hours and, as the doctors tell me, I can predict with a minimum interval, the date of my death and the launch of my new and last job is set for January 8, 2016, the day I will turn 69. .

I work day and night, I have time to compose, perfect, interpret, record in the studio and make videos… I do it as soon as possible because I don't want my face to glimpse the death that, mockingly, is mowing down my body without that I can defend myself…

But I challenge you, death… Fuck you if I don't challenge you!

I challenged and won the fanatical world of the 70s with the pride of ambiguity… I loved men and women, it was a man, a woman, an alien and finally a celestial body.

What can you do, death against my eternity, my genius, my madness, my creativity, my music that will live forever?

I am Lazarus, torn from the scars, I will die in the body, but I will live forever through my music.

I lived long enough to receive happy birthday wishes. I thought I couldn't see my album released… Survived January 8th… and you, my dear murderer, lost!

Just think that, if you hadn't knocked on my door, my jobs would have been 24, I would have managed to live even 100 years, and instead, thanks to you, I'm 25 years old!

"You know… I'll be free as a bird"

#david bowie #death #letters

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