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𝕽𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖇 • 𝕰. 𝕵𝖆𝖊𝖌𝖊𝖗 • chapter three

synopsis: (y/n) and the pole Assassins get their big break, performing at one of the country’s largest music festivals. It’s there that one of the reunites with a fling and (y/n) and Eren’s paths cross yet again. The two share a similar moment as their first encounter, both happy to see one another again. However, (y/n) finds herself approached by a stranger, who offers the upcoming model and dancer a pretty lucrative offer but what does this mean for her future and how will it affect her relationship with the rapper and her fellow dancers?

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cw: no hardcore warnings, just some flirting with (y/n) and Eren, smoking, language

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Saturday, July twentieth; the big day had finally arrived for hip hop fans, performers and Pole Assassins alike: Rolling Loud. The premier music festival where everyone from the most mainstream

the last thing you wanted was your efforts and talents to go to waste because some coked out college kid was heckling you or your girls. But he assured you that there was a reason he wanted you all in specific. A couple years ago when his debut album was released, he did something quite possibly unheard of but a genius idea nonetheless..went to a strip club, hired dancers to perform routines to his songs and created a visualizer. Conceptual art seemed to be a dying practice in this industry so to see him not only get creative but pay homage to a culture that is oftentimes disrespected despite heavily influencing rap was very commendable.

it only sweetened the deal when he told you that your very own Brianne and Syrai were two of the ladies featured. He was so impressed that he had been itching to work with them again. So after a couple quick searches, he found them as well as you and the rest of the lovely ladies.

“Ladies, do what you do best..bring this performance to life for me. Drown out all that other shit and just dance..I want you all to be the true stars.”

was his very humble request..

so fast forward, here you all were backstage, dressed in extravagant attire and six inch stilettos..ready to go. It was exciting, exhilarating and scary all in the same. His setlist was fourth so hopefully the audience would be a little more forgiving open by then.

all you wanted was a chance to show everyone what you all were capable of and the art of pole.

as (y/n) stood before a mirror, fixing a few minor details on your hair and makeup..you’d look down at your phone and see the time. As well as a blank notification screen. It had been a few days since you last spoke to your little partner in crime. It seemed that for the most part, the rumor mill and discussions around the pictures had seemed to die down. There were still a few people who spotted you on your way in and decided to insensitively ask you about it. To which you just gave no response.

probably some latchkey reporter looking for a headline or some random trying to sell it off to TMZ. Truth was, news cycled every three to five days and at some point, people stopped caring.

and you were incredibly grateful that it had.

however, you were hoping to hear from Eren. His words had a way of sticking with you. Truthfully, you hated the idea of even waiting for someone else’s call or text. Wanting to hear from them and becoming attached in general. This man was incredibly busy, important and probably had no interest in the likes of you for anything serious. His inbox had to be slapped full of women who looked like you or even better so there was no point. Still, he had been texting you every morning and calling during the night so naturally, it felt right to want to keep that routine going.

it was Rolling Loud weekend and although he may not have been participating himself..he had a few friends performing so maybe he’d show up. You had posted to your story, more so specifically the close friends feature of the revealing outfit..hoping to catch his eye. Not only after you guys’ very interesting FaceTime did he follow you on Instagram, but he commented on some of your things.

mainly to troll the weirdos in your mentions but of his own accord as well. Saying shit like ‘fine ass’ or ‘bad af’ with an emoji or two. You knew he played too goddamn much but you couldn’t help but feel he was a little serious about this one.

Right now, the only thing you needed to focus on was doing a good—no, exceptional job out there tonight! No time for mediocrity, half assedness or distractions. Nor to worry about a man.

just then, the sounds of very familiar voices came rushing towards you and seconds later, your best friends and group mates were attacking you with a barrage of hugs.

“(Y/NNNNN)” Niesha, your right hand came roping her hands around you and Syrai followed. All of you were so excited, that it could barely be contained. Your girls had been looking forward to this opportunity for quite some time and you were happy that it was finally here! All of the hard work, late nights and devotion had paid off.

“Nie Nie! Rai! Oh my gosh, y’all…it’s really happening. How we feeling?” All of their consensus was fairly the same: grateful but scared. Truthfully, the backup dancers were a direct reflection of the artist so you didn’t want to make him look bad. As the group’s leader, even though you were terrified, you still chose to hype them up.

Standing from your seat, you’d huddle them all in a circle where you’d hold hands.

“Well I think we’re all gonna do just fine. We’ve practiced a million times. It’s like he said, block out all that other shit and just dance.” now that they could do!..and would get the chance a lot sooner than expected.

“Next up is Saint JhN..dancers, to the stage please.” An intercom rang out across the dressing area. There was a little backstage area where everyone could get ready that led directly up to the stage. That way, they could do changes without being spotted by fans,

however, a few people had caught you on the way in and wanted some pictures (as well to question you about the incident). Just when you thought it had eluded you. Nonetheless, you’d lead your crew out to take your places. Amped and ready to go, you’d all file into the respective spot and places on the pole.

“This is it, y’all…”

mumbling as you looked up, ogling the nine foot pole. Just then, all of the practice and difficult stunts you had worked to perfect came rushing back.

“Let’s do it.”

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“It sucks to be you…I wouldn’t love you..I’d watch the whole world burn to see you dance!…”

the crowd shouted the last line in unison, back at the artist before the instrumental played him off. This was the final and third song on the set list of the renowned rapper. Every song being met with that of a standing ovation. More so specifically for the dancers performing along to it. As the final note played out, (y/n) done a kick pinwheel as you glided down.

“Y’all give it up for the lovely Pole Assassins! Ladies, thank you!”

and that they did! The crowd was going crazy. People were screaming for you guys and giving you your flowers. It went so much better than you expected and they were so receptive. Truthfully, they couldn’t help it when you guys were doing Cirque Du Soleil type tricks; full legged splits, twists and spins from the top even flying to each others poles mid beat drop! It was an experience that had to see first hand to believe. One that wasn’t possible without your group. After it finished, the camera panned off to give ample time for a switch out and you all came down to get backstage.

As you did so, the nerves and realization that it actually happened, began to set in. The adrenaline rush was still running rampant and you all wanted to ride that cloud forever.

“Oh my gosh! That was so much fun..on my mama, I ain’t never done nothing like that.” The ladies were bantering amongst themselves as you all made it back to the dressing room area. Your artist thanked you graciously and you all gave him a gigantic hug for this opportunity.

it was as you were all standing around, huddled up in a circle..scrolling your phones and checking the reviews, that a voice rang out behind you.

“Wonderful job out there, ladies. That was very impressive..”

it wasn’t one that you were familiar with personally but the rest of your troupe would recognize it anywhere and immediately started acting all fangirl-ish. Of course, that meant nothing with these four. They got excited over everyone when you could give a fuck less. However, it seemed that this dude was a pretty big deal..and pretty damn cute too!

Armin Artlert, famous producer also known as Armin Hammer. He was a singer for a little while who did more pop tracks but he had made quite the name for himself in the hip hop world. His true talent lies in making beats and he DJ’ed as well. What he was more so known for were his extravagant parties and playboy lifestyle. Some even call him the modern day Hefner sometimes. However, there seemed to be one young lady as of late who was capturing his attention far more than others….

“I’m hosting a little get together tonight, if you ladies would like to come. Which I hope you will.” Speaking to all of you but his little blue eyes were fixated on your best friend Niesha the entire time. You were no stranger to the fact that your homegirl was stunningly beautiful for one but two, that she attracted all types of guys in this industry, some of whom were no good for her but she was all about having fun and exploring options. That’s why you were so protective and guarded for not only yourself but all of them.

they were all on board, but you on the other hand were a little hesitant. If his reputation stood correct and preceded him, then she had no business with his ass in the first place! Regardless, you weren’t going to be able to tell her shit, especially if he was the one showing interest.

“Yeah, we’ll be ther—“

“I’ll think about it. Y’all go ahead without me. I’ll probably be there a little later.”

(Y/N) expressed, which threw him off because no one had tiptoed around one of his invitations but Niesha knew exactly how to get you hooked in. She knew you didn’t do parties unless pay was involved. Entertaining these niggas for free sounded like a nightmare..you couldn’t think of anything worse. “Well you girls just let me know what time you’ll be there and I’ll have my car come get you. See you later.” But before he left, he’d shoot you a glance as well. One that seemed friendly but as if there were something else behind it.

and in a weird, united voice, they’d all bid him adieu for the time being. You on the other hand were trying to get your stuff gathered and get the hell back to your hotel room. It was getting late, your job was done and you were starving. The last thing you wanted was to sit up and play in these men’s faces.

“Girl, do you know who that is?”

“Am I supposed to?”

Brianne would just roll her eyes and Kellie did the same, laughing at you. They knew you better than anyone that you were so anti-industry that even if you did, you’d only play coy. “Nah, when I say this man’s parties go crazy..you’d have to see it to believe it. And he doesn’t just invite anyone so I don’t know how you got in.” Syrai questioned as she packed up her belongings.

Niesha, who was quite proud of herself and the fact that she had been talking with the producer for some time on a personal basis. Which didn’t hold much merit considering his reputation..

“Well, he had asked me last weekend but I told him I’d see..probably why he came all the way down here because I didn’t text his ass back.”

Still, you could tell she was happy and if she liked it, you loved it. “Well I’m sure y’all will have a good time. Me? I’m done for the night. It’s already late.” They too had to head back to change and freshen up just to head out again.

but they knew exactly what..or who rather, would get you interested. “…maybe EJ will be there. You know that’s his best friend. They real tight.” Just then, your head would whip around in a tailspin. Not because it made you excited but you knew what they were alluding to.

“And? What that got to do with me?” questioning with your arms folded across your chest in an offended manner. They knew the whole photo situation was fresh on your mind and so was he. You were constantly checking your phone and very blatantly smiling when he texted. Granted, it was probably because he said something stupid but still! No one ever got you giddy like that and vice versa. Regardless, you weren’t going out this time of night for anyone. Besides, you could probably deduce that he wouldn’t show up either. After that gig was done, he couldn’t wait to get his ass up out of there and he expressed constantly how much he detested parties. “Alright, well we won’t force you. But, I think we deserve to celebrate after that.”

by this time, all of them had finished gathering their things and it was time to head out to the hotel. The car shuttling you all back to the resort had just arrived and it was time to go. But before you did, you’d huddle the energetic group together to commemorate the moment. Tilting your phone to the side for a picture with you all. Seeing those smiles, you figured that Kellie was right..maybe a little celebration was in order.

however, something quite unexpected would capture your attention and keep you glued right there. Leaning against the vanity, (y/n) clicked your tongue in our cheek and gave a slighted smirk..

“Hey…uh, y’all go back to the room without me.”

“You sure? We don’t want to leave you..at least make sure you’re good.”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. I’ll get an Uber back. Love you guys, have fun at your party!”

with that, Brianne and the others bid you adieu and parted ways, leaving you there by yourself. But something told you that you wouldn’t be alone for long…near your mirror was a small slip of paper tucked underneath. Everyone else had all but ignored it except you..

once you guys vacated this room, another occupant would be coming to fill it. A name not previously mentioned on the docket because they were a surprise guest and one you knew all too well at this point.

EJ The Don, aka Eren Jaeger. He was the surprise headliner for tonight and everyone was probably going to lose their minds. You were excited yourself but that excitement would quickly turn to panic when you heard a barrage of footsteps headed in your direction. “Oh shit! This cannot be happening.”

They were there a lot sooner than imagined. To avoid being seen, you take off into the side changing room and hide there. No way you were experiencing this cliche ass moment..but you had to get out of sight. next thing you knew, the voices grew much louder and the knob clicked before twisting and opening. Suddenly, the sound of scraping slides and a laughing voice. “Aight man, bet. See you later.”

you’d recognize it anywhere now..that was Eren and he had just entered the room! Trying your hardest to keep quiet, you’d hear him moving around, getting into his seat and trying to get acquainted. You had to find a way to sneak out. Maybe when he turned his back or something stole his attention for a minute. Currently, he was looking over something and peering down at his phone. You’d notice his hand over his mouth, with his eyes intensely focused on the screen..suddenly, a bunch of loud noises began to erupt from the tiny speakers.

the very same song you had been dancing for not too long ago. In fact, that sounded like the video your assistant had posted, as you had her filming from the sidelines!..Was the great EJ actually watching your performance? Peering from behind the curtain, you’d catch a glimpse of him smirking and seemingly impressed by what he was looking at. This was by far the worst case of the waiting game ever.

having to be completely in stealth as to not get caught was torture. Not to mention the fact that it would not be a good look for you to get spotted creeping around in his dressing room, half nude and hiding. There’s no way you’d beat the allegations after that!

but at the drop of a dime, his entire expression changed when he looked on the countertop and picked up a tube of something, which happened to be your lipgloss! This was bad. He was completely baffled by it. “What the fuck?…” whispering to himself. “..couldn’t even clean this shit before I got here..” however, that streak of bad luck only was about to get worse when he started tapping away at his phone again, smirking once more..just as it seemed he was about to leave, that’s when it happened..

Ding!

the notification bell from your phone began sounding off! You tried your hardest to silence that damn thing yet it was too late. He had just commented on your post and didn’t know you were only twenty feet away. Whipping his head around, Eren furrowed his brow and looked in your direction unknowingly..

“What was that?..”

he was looking around, trying to pinpoint the source of that noise. You just knew he’d spot you and that there’d be no way to explain this. Luckily his interest didn’t last long and he turned the other direction. you’d try your hardest to cower yourself further into the corner and just when you thought that you were in the clear..

“Oh!”

Your stupid ass phone just had to fall! When you leaned forward in a very piss poor attempt to retrieve it, your head poked out from behind the black curtain and you inevitably fell over!..which blew your cover before you knew it. Although, there was no need in trying to make up an excuse now.

“Hey! Who the—“

planted on your hands and knees, (y/n) lifted your head up and spotted Eren towering over you. His six foot four frame glaring down and eventually bending to help you. “(Y/N)?!” this was so incredibly awkward and irritating. How could you even explain yourself?! “..hey. I—uh. Sorry, I didn’t know anyone else was here.” “I could say the same thing..they told me you had left already. Not that I’m not happy to see you or anything..just didn’t expect this.”

admitting as he helped you to your feet with an extended palm. The first thing to capture your attention was his normally tied hair was hanging all around his. He was wearing a white wifebeater, his signature chain and black pants..looking very handsome as always! You on the other hand had your hair and makeup all styled; glitter and jewels on that pretty face, spandex shorts and tube top that most certainly..amplified your features. Which defintely captured his attention.

“Well, I don’t think you’ll believe me if I told you what happened.” “Nah, I’m all ears. Go ahead.”

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“Are you for real right now? Please tell me that’s a joke.”

“No, I’m serious. And stop laughing at me!”

the second you offered up your explanation, EJ went doubling over in laughter..not believing anything he had just heard. You told him how this Armin guy came and invited them all to his party, how your homegirl had been talking to him and he sent a car to pick them all up..even told him how they said Armin was his best friend. You went on to express how they said both of you should loosen up and come but it wasn’t going to happen. Currently, you two were sitting on the couch, his feet kicked up with his arm around the back as you conversed. Which felt completely comfortable for some reason.

“I’m sorry, it's just crazy because we are too much alike. Well they are right about something..that dumb ass is my best friend. And yes, I’d rather scratch my own eyes out than to be at one of his little weird ass orgies.”

truthfully, this was more of his vibe; getting high and having a good talk with a beautiful woman. The fact that he had you smiling and giggling was a huge plus.

“Tell your homegirl to run while she can. He ain't gone do shit but have her looking stupid.”

you appreciated his concern but there was no need to worry. Just as you two were equally yoked, Niesha seemed to be two peas in a pod with this man. That bitch was notorious for breaking hearts.

“Oh trust me, she’ll be fine. If anything, I’m worried about him. She’s no saint herself.”

“Then it sounds like we’re tripping over nothing…”

leaning up to tap his blunt into the ashtray. When he did, your eyes locked again and you were getting that same feeling you did the first time..his height towering over you by a good bit and it was so attractive. It definitely didn't help when he brushed your shoulders.

“As for you, pretty lady..since you skipped out on the Dollar Tree Playboy Mansion, what are you doing tonight?”

it honestly wasn’t a question you wanted to answer, considering the embarrassing fact that it was nothing. During Rolling Loud weekend nonetheless..most people would be out until the early morning hours and you were going to be laid up watching Netflix or something.

“I hadn’t really planned anything honestly. Was just gonna head back to my room..”

anyone else would’ve claimed that as pretty pathetic but seeing as how he had similar plans when he was finished, he couldn’t judge. If anything, he’d be gaming or staring at your videos..which he chose to omit out of fear of sounding creepy! Eren then shifted in his seat and glared at you, brushing past your cheek.

“Well since us two losers don’t have any plans, why don’t we kick it for a lil’ bit? I won’t keep you long since you’re probably tired but if you’re free tomorrow, I’d love it if we could hang out. Only if you want to though..no pressure.” his little cheeks blushing red like a schoolboy. It was adorable and you wanted to tease him so bad but he’d probably rescind his offer right there. Besides, it sounded perfect!

“I mean, shit. To let everyone tell it, we’re going out anyway. What type of fake PR boyfriend would I be if I didn’t take my made up girlfriend out on a date?”

“A pretty bad one.”

there was that sarcasm you loved! (Y/N) couldn’t help but to laugh, shaking your head as he rose to his feet.

“If you couldn’t tell already, I’m the guest headliner for tonight. They wanted it to be a surprise so they told everybody to keep their mouths shut but I don’t plan on staying for any of the bullshit so if you’re down, we can go do something.”

that sounded like a plan to you! You were thrilled to be seeing him again so soon and figured at this point, if people wanted to talk, let them.

“Yeah,of course. Thank you.” Humbly accepting his offer. Just then, the sound of his phone dinging went off and he’d look down for a moment.

“Well that looks like my cue. You’re more than welcome to stay and finish changing, I don’t mind. Hope you’ll come watch me though..” sounding as if he truly cared of what you thought and wanted you around. Everytime you were around him, it disproved the public’s opinion that he was mean and cold. Or maybe you were just special and didn’t know it yet.

“My favorite artist and fake boyfriend performing? I wouldn’t miss it for anything..”

“Now that’s all the motivation I need.”

by that time, the two of you were face to face..only inches apart with smirks on your lips. What you wouldn’t give to kiss him right now but it was far too soon. Still, you had never had that amount of attraction to someone. Dated your ex for three years and didn’t feel nearly as much as you did now! You were so fixated on him that you didn’t notice how close your bodies were and it wasn’t until he broke the awkward tension that you guys parted and he’d head for the door.

“Well I should go..see you in a lil’ bit.”

“Yeah, see you..”

but before he left for good, he’d turn over his shoulder and utter something. “Oh yeah, forgot to tell you..you did amazing tonight. That was literally incredible. You all did..proud of you, (y/n).”

your heart fluttered and began thumping a million miles a minute…hearing that from someone so accomplished was the icing on this cake. You’d thank him once more and with that, he’d leave you alone.

the tears of joy that had been swelling all night, waiting until you were alone, finally fell and you said a little prayer to yourself, thanking the heavens that it all went so smoothly.

knowing his set would begin soon, (y/n) made haste in getting into more appropriate attire and far cuter as well. A crushed velvet pink jumpsuit with a cropped jacket and low rising pants that showed off your belly button ring and backside.

but it was as you were preparing to exit the dressing room and make your way out, you would be greeted by an unfamiliar face and voice..presenting you with an opportunity like never before.

“Hi, (y/n) (l/n), right?”

the man stood adjacent to the doorway, making his way up to you with the faint step of his dress shoes. A very well dressed and dapper individual with a combed over blonde tuft and a twenty thousand dollar watch on his wrist..whoever this was important but you had no earthly idea what his business was with you. Remaining defensive and stoic, (y/n) clung to the door in the event you’d have to run back in. But he meant no ill will, instead wanted to present you with an opportunity..

“Yes, and you are?”

“Forgive me..I’m Erwin Smith, Executive Director at AMG. I’m sure you’re familiar with them so I’ll cut to the chase…I’ve got a business proposal for you. What do you say we talk turkey?”

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ros3ybabe · 7 months

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Update Check In - October 7th thru October 10th, 2023 🎀

I am officially back home from seeing my boyfriend and now I am big sad because I already miss him again. I was not as productive as I thought I would’ve been while with him these last three days but I’m also not mad about my lack of stuff done. I got some quality time with him and I am so happy with that. I did do some things that would count s productivity, such as some Japanese studying and a short amount of homework. I think I’ll use this post as a motivator for some stuff I need to do with a little bit of what I did this weekend.

🩷 What I Accomplished -

Kept up Duolingo daily streak

Kept up Busuu daily streak

Began working in Lesson One in Genki I

Submitted and passed Psyc Quiz for Chapter 7

Began using LingQ for Japanese

Looked into Kanji learning books

so yes, I didn’t accomplish much but again, not mad. I am still happy with what I did accomplish. I also really enjoy the Genki I textbook so far, I’m still trying to figure out a good note taking technique for myself with this textbook but I really like writing down the end of lesson practice exercises. I think I want to get better at reading and writing, and listening, and my goal is to start italki lessons by December/Jaunary. If I don’t start my italki lessons until a bit later tho, I won’t be upset because I know learning Japanese is a long process and something I’ll be working on for a good chunk of my life.

🩷 ToDo Personal Today, Oct 11 -

Wash bed sheets + pillowcases

Wash + put away all laundry (clothes)

Do dishes

Continue to work on Genki I lesson one

Maintain Duolingo streak

Maintain Busuu streak

Use Renshuu

Look for some more affordable Japanese language resources for my IPad

Talk to my boyfriend in video call

Make a shopping list for language tracker/bullet journal (I get paid tomorrow)

Make a schedule/routine for working out (I’m going back to the gym next week!)

🩷 ToDo Academic for Today, October 11 -

Lifecycle nutrition chart for NUTR

Lab 7 Pre Lab for my Anatomy Lab

Discussion 3 for NUTR

Culinary chapter 10 quiz

not much academic stuff on the list for the day but I’m trying to take it a little easier with my school things as I am exhausted from a long day of flying and airports yesterday. However, I am using today as like, a set up day for my upcoming days/week. Productive planning is basically my goal for today with a little bit of actively doing some work. I am excited to start my language tracking bullet journal and plan some stuff for working out as I am planning on going back to the gym next week. I want to start with light cardio for the first week just to get me in the habit of going and then after I’m going to step back into the weight room and start lifting light. My boyfriend got me motivated to work on my mental and physical health a bit better, so I’m definitely excited!

I feel with the exercising, it will help me manage my stress better, which I feel will lead to better mood and better food choices. Exercising alone is enough of a motivator to take my nutrition more seriously. I’m more focused on the mental and emotional health aspect of working out than I am the physical stuff, but I’m excited for all the benefits regardless. I just want to take better care of my health in every aspect, in a way that aligns with my values. Hopefully I will have better posts full of more information and stuff I’ve done during the day once I get all areas in my life back in balance with each other.

that’s all for now! I appreciate all of you who read and comment and send me the most encouraging and supportive messages, you all keep me motivated and inspired to continue being my most authentic self and help me feel comfortable with expressing myself in this community. I am so grateful for everything that goes into this blog and everything it’s done for me and the direction it’s helped me guide my life in! Much love to all of you <3

til next time lovelies 🩷🤍

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jellimac-sims-stories · 6 months

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Chapter 2

I love that I live in the city now. Each day brings a new influence. The people, the food, the art, and the architecture. Everything is so different from Oasis Springs. It's exactly what I was hoping for. Every day is so inspiring! Or it could be that there are a lot of things around with an inspiring emotional aura. Either way, I’ve been nonstop painting since I got here.

What I don'tWhat I don't love is that my pieces don't seem to sell. I tried selling a few of my older pieces to make room for new ones at the flea market outside my building my first weekend here. Only one sold. I left feeling really disappointed. It took me a few days to get over it. Probably doesn't help that I’m trying to sell art outside of the art museum.

My art style is mainly pop and abstract but only my realism paintings have sold for any significant amount. Back home I used to mostly sell paintings from references of people’s vintage cars from Moonlight Falls and Roaring Heights or landscapes of Glimmerbrook and Old Town. I thought the move out to the city would help me get a new perspective and hopefully new customers. That's all anyone ever talks about when they want to become a famous fashion designer or artist, you know. Going to the city. Becoming inspired in some new way. Gain new customers and become so famous that your pieces sell for motherloads. I`d like to say that money isn’t my motivator but a little padding in the bank wouldn’t hurt.

Jonah is basically the only person who had ever purchased my original pieces. He’s posted about it on his social pages and his fans did like it. Not as much as they liked his shirtless pictures but I did get a few followers from his posts. He’s also donated a few of my pieces to his fans. For him, it's a good way to gain more fame. His fans do seem to love the paintings but I'm sure if it's only because they got them from him. Did I forget to mention that he's a major celebrity? The only one in Oasis Springs. He’s really made a good name for himself and I appreciate all that he does to get mine out there as well.

I’m not completely internet illiterate; I already have an insta, twitter, and a website, but Jonah has been bugging me to make everything more streamlined so after several texts back and forth one afternoon we set everything up. I am now the proud manager of a social media empire named Cosmickitty; since that was already my nom de plume.

I took my new empire for a test drive. A few photos of my new downtown area, photos of my work around my apartment, inspirational quotes, and some cute selfies shamelessly self-promoting my other pages on each platform as I went. Over the next few days, I watched as twitter followers followed my insta and insta followers followed by twitter. Notification of new followers and likes came chiming in. I guess maybe this wasn't such a bad idea.

I had almost fifty followers by the end of the first week. The pics of the city got a few likes and the selfies too mostly from tattoo pages saying they like my ink or asking if I could model for them. A few of my posts of me painting got the attention of the other artist flea markets in the area. KryticZeuz invited me to sign up for the flea market in the Spice Market. Thinking it couldn’t be worse than the last flea market, I snagged a street gallery wall for an upcoming weekend and I tweeted that I’d be there.

The Spice District has a totally different vibe from the Arts Quarter. Honestly, I feel that this should be the Arts Quarter; murals everywhere, everything is so colorful from the building to the food to the people. Looking around I can’t help thinking that I probably should have moved here instead but I knew I wouldn’t want to run into Josh’s ex-girlfriend who lives here. I can’t even begin to tell you how much I don’t like that woman.

The flea market here was very different from the one near my apartment. Less art and more handcrafted or collected items. The table next to me was full of crystals. I bought a rare alexandrite from Selvadorada while I waited for buyers to come up to my stall. I was beginning to have the same experience that I’ve had in the past in terms of selling but then this one guy came up to my selling wall that I didn’t expect. He didn’t even look like the type to shop at a flea market. He was a few shakes away from tall, dark, and handsome. Yeah, he was tall but lean and perfectly dressed with chestnut brown locs that had the sort of style that is meant to look messy on purpose. Way too sophisticated for my style.

It’s a borderline heatwave this Sunday but there he was looking fresh and cool in his suit as he perused my art pinned up for sale. He looked as if he’d just come from some important meeting about something really important for someone really important with some important people. He had that sort of air about him even with his suit jacket open and a few buttons on his dress shirt unbuttoned. I took a deep breath, told myself to not be intimidated, and queued up my best sales pitch as I approached him, “Hello sir. I'm glad you've come by my display today. Is there any piece in particular that you'd like to know more about?”

“I like your figure painting but I'm afraid I like pieces that have much more...interesting subjects,” his voice was much deeper than I would have anticipated and I caught a hint of a southern drawl...

Can't wait for more? Read the whole story on my AO3

#simblr #the sims 4 #the sims #fan fiction #fan fic #reading #writing #ao3 #read on ao3 #maxis match #simsfluencer #jellimac sims #jellimac #jellimac sims stories

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imptwins · 1 year

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Upcoming Teasers!

Thought I’d give y’all a bit of a preview of upcoming stories from me. And you get longer ones than on Twitter, how exciting.

The Gift that Keeps On Giving This will hopefully be done by the weekend, since it’s meant to be for a weekend writing event lol. If not maybe I’ll do half now half later. It’s based on the theme of ‘gift giving’ so it’s a Krusielle-focused smut-comedy story involving Christmas dinner, stealthy sex toys, family hi-jinx, and a few mixed signals.

The Bad Kind of Scary “Noelle has finally admitted her immense crush on the new girl and is working up the nerve to actually ask her out. But Noelle is a Holiday. Her mother is the cut-throat fiscally conservative mayor, her father the man who knew how and where to apply pressure to both get and keep that seat for her, and she's inheriting their privilege but not the acumen that they used to seize it. She's a straight-A student who is used to people bending over for her because everyone local knows she's destined for something greater, a shoe-in for politics, maybe even the kind to outgrow her little town. She hasn't really processed just how 'kill or be killed' the world can be.

It’s fun to have fluffy fantasies about an abrasive bully with a hidden heart of gold ready to bloom at the first show of kindness, a misled soul who just needs to be saved by a noble heart. But it’s not exactly realistic. Noelle's about to learn that the hard way.“

A dead dove Suselle fic mostly focusing on noncon and drugging. The concept started with that ‘The Newest Girl’ blog post and I’m sprinting for the fences with the idea of Noelle trying to ‘fix’ Susie and biting off way more than she can chew. It’s about 50% done so far and honestly features what I think is some of my best-ever work, I’m already incredibly proud of it on a pure writing level. The imagery is kind of awesome and is a microcosm of all the lessons I’ve been trying to learn over the last year.

Under the Ice “A hound can be trained to hunt monsters in the stead of men, and no stains will find your skin. But as you file their teeth to knives and whisper on the tenderness of flesh, as you instruct that copper is a fine wine until life dripping from hot to cold down their chin is just as intoxicating, know that they will never hunger for any throat as they do yours.

For all of the horror, for all of the self-loathing, Kris at least had the guilty comfort that hosting the Soul made them relatively safe. How wrong they are. The Soul taught Noelle to grow stronger, to take what she wants, and now she has decided exactly what that is.”

Dead dove Kriselle fic, featuring noncon and like... Identity tragedy? It’s kind of a weird take on abuse cycles given the supernatural puppeteer element, as well as a little bit of venting about how bored I am of every Snowgrave smut fic being the same.

Echoes in the Distance The fic previously known as Zetarune. Once I’m done with the above this will be getting a huge from-the-top edit spree including a rename because I don’t like its current one. Chapter 1 will also be almost entirely removed though still available separately ‘cus I think it detracts from the narrative and my reasons for having it there were mostly insecurity. The rest of the story will be tightened up, especially lore wise, a couple retcons here and there, and hopefully I can impart a lot of the lessons I’ve recently learned to just up the general quality.

Once I actually pick it back up please look forward to me finally breaking the months-long-at-this-point cliffhanger of what happens when the Bunker is opened. You’ll get to see what I’ve been planning for over a year. =)

Castaway Angels “Ten years ago the Underground opened, the world found out about the existence of monsters and their forgotten history, and even at that young age you knew you couldn't stay away. Lured by the promise of a kinder and fairer society - and perhaps a mildly insensitive fascination - you realize your dream when you secure an enrolment in one of their colleges, sell everything you own, and jump on a boat. You arrive in Ebott City with a wreck of a car you bought in the port town, and little more than the clothes on your back.

But the monsters’ capital city is no paradise. Not for a human. With past generosities betrayed, the seeds of mistrust have long since been sown and outright hostility simmers just under the surface. There's so much in the culture and history and behind-the-curtain dealings that you just don't know. But you really hope you're a fast learner, because it turns out your roommate is a devastatingly hot resurrected Prince Emeritus turned fuckboy slash red flag incarnate and holy shit you are in so over your head.”

A collaboration between myself and Kimberly EAB. 2nd-person POV, Reader x Asriel, post-Undertale, slow-burn dead dove (now there’s a combo you don’t see too often huh?). Biggest kinks/themes on display will be dubcon, pain play, substance abuse/addiction, possessiveness, messed up power dynamics, my usual brand of hyperqueer xenophilia, and just a general case of I Can Fix Him syndrome.

#deltaruined #fanfiction #smut #castawayangels #echoesinthedistance #impfics

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cardboard13 · 4 months

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Finally managed to get back to my regularly scheduled normal, and I am back to writing! The holidays were a bit chaotic, so I couldn’t do much in the end.

I’m also trying to be more organized with my writing and schedule.

Here are the upcoming updates for January 2024:

- CelebrityChef will be updated; the chapter is halfway done…once I stop re-editing it every so often and actually focus on just writing.

- that one-shot that is taking forever to be written and that no one wants/asked for WILL get posted, if it’s the last thing I do. Mainly because I’ve got the last scene/ ending to write, and it’s almost done…which is around another 1000 words. Just finish already…😭

- May I Borrow a Cup of Sugar chapter 2 is in the works; bet you forgot that one existed (I mean, it could standalone as a one-shot tbh). I drew from inspiration of what happened to me over the holidays, so I’m having some fun writing it.

I’m currently flipping between the three documents and writing bits and pieces of these three, so it’s a matter of time to get that completed. For sure I’ll update over the weekend, it’s just figuring out which one will be done by then.

And thinking about a Valentine’s one-shot so hopefully that won’t creep up on me and I make some half-baked story. This time I’m going to make more of an effort 🙈

#writing

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polizwrites · 2 years

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WIP Update - 1 Jun 2022

A somewhat slow writing week -- I touched 4 fics (2 WIPs & 2 new works) for a total of 1716 words. @psychiccatpanda and I posted the third chapter of our WinterIronHawk ‘accidental demon summoning’ collab fic, as well as a new chapter on my Stucky--> Stuckony canon-divergent A/B/O fic that they collab’ed on. I also I posted a @stuckybingo/ @flashfictionfridayofficial crossover ficlet to fill my KINK: First Time adopted square from last weekend’s Discord Stucky Bingo party

I’m sitting at 10 active WIPs (with a couple of maybe TBCs) with my current deadlines being the Steve/Tony/Bucky bingo, which wraps up the end of this month, as well as my A Warm Light ‘zine fic. I did sign up for the @steverogersbingo, which will send out cards starting 1 June, as well as the @starkbucksbingo - which is open for signups thru 22 June and the @tonystarkbingo which is open for signups through the end of June. (Yes - I like collecting bingo cards!)

On the crafting side, I have three Stuffed With Character commission slots open for July at the moment - am pretty busy with requests & prepping for a show!

See below cut for the WIPs (arranged more or less by bingos/challenges/etc) I am working on - feel free to send me prompts or plot bunnies as well as asks regarding any of these projects (or any other WIPs I’ve got out there) – they really help feed the Muse and keep me motivated!

The Devil Is in the Details (Sign on the Dotted Line)

This is the WinterIronHawk ‘accidental demon summoning’ fic @psychiccatpanda and I have been having So Much Fun with! We ended up with seven chapters of Tony and Clint and Bucky shenanigans - kicking off with Ty as an Awful Boyfriend before bringing in a couple more members of the gang! Chapter 3 posted last Friday and we’ve got 4 more coming - so stay tuned through the end of June!

WinterHawk Bingo - Round 3 [WHB_R3] (Runs thru 31 May 2022)

Sixteen fills completed - I got my Row 1 and Column I bingos and am satisfied with that. Masterpost coming later this week.

Stucky Bingo - Round 3 [SB R3] (Runs thru 31 May 2022)

I’m getting a technical blackout plus with 27 fills (24 original squares and three adopted squares). Masterpost coming later this week.

* O2 - AU: A/B/O - Posted Chapter 3 of Flawed Hypothesis on Sunday thanks to some collab work with @psychiccatpanda ! This chapter is Steve POV and came in around 1041 words.

* ADOPTED3: KINK: First Time - Picked this up during the Discord party and combined it with last week’s @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt [#FFF154 Far From Perfect] for Past Imperfect, a Soft interlude featuring shared memories and a bit of banter. It came in at 518 words.

A Warm Light Zine - Due 1 July

I got accepted as a writer for A Warm Light Zine - dedicated to 2012 Avenger era Stony and coming hopefully sometime this autumn! I was assigned the 2012 canon-compliant category for a 2-5k fic. While I can’t share much about it here, I do want to at least keep track of my word count: up to 710 words - a third of the way there! Thankfully, the due date got pushed back a bit, but I really need to get rolling on this!

Steve | Tony | Bucky Bingo Round 2 [STBB R2] (Runs thru 30 Jun 2022)

Ten fills, and two WIPs. Taking advantage of the One Fill, One Bingo opportunity, and might get a Column G bingo as well. Will have to lean hard into this once May is over!

* B4 - Working Out - this came from a Bucky Barnes Bingo server party: Binging Avengers Exercises - the team posts their workouts online and modern!Bucky spends entirely too much time watching the channel - especially Captain America and Iron Man.

* N2 - AU: Western - possible crossover with MWAPB Next Door Neighbors – I have a decent idea for this one (semi-inspired by a recent re-read of Laura Ingalls Wilder A Long Winter) and jotted down about 225 words’ worth of notes/VERY rough draft. Holding on to this to see if I can crossflll with an upcoming TSB square.

* O4 - Lazy Sunday Morning - have a smutty WinterIron idea for this one; need to get it jotted down - will most likely cross over with my BBB KINK: Edging square.

Started something to combining the following squares for the One Fill, One Bingo badge: B5 - “Aliens, again?”, I5 - Lifeguard, N5 - Barbeque, G5 - River Rafting, O5 - Wakanda. Avengers + Guardians in a partying mood = a huge headache for T’Challa. It’s currently sitting at 339 words. Current Last Line: I’m Sam, Sam Wilson – another friend of Steve’s.

Avengers Bingo [AvB] (Runs thru 24 Dec)

Two fills posted and 0 WIPs - I decided to further challenge myself by pairing up each square with a unique combo of 2 original MCU Avengers! With the help of the STB Enthusiasts Discord folks - I’ve got all 16 squares planned out, at least in terms of who to write about, and half of them have some sort of idea or crossover square to go along with them. Feel free to toss other plot bunnies my way…

* A2 - On the Run - Natasha & Steve - crossover with MWAPB - Farmer’s Market? post CA:CW Wakanda ?

* A4 - Mutual Pining - Steve/Thor - crossover with MWAPB - Thor.

* A3 - Reunited - Clint & Natasha - Endgame Ronin scene?

* B1 - Death - possible crossover with MWAP Crying square – post Snap Bruce & Steve mourning?

* B3 - Road Trip - Bruce & Thor - Post Grandmaster, pre-Thanos space shenanigans

* C1 - Opposites Attract - Clint/Thor - there was a fun Tumblr headcanon going around about a Bumbling Foreigner whose ignorance of local customs results in him flirting with/proposing to the prince - this seems like a perfect matchup!

* C3 - Reincarnation AU - Natasha & Tony - post-Endgame

* C4 - Bodyguard AU - Thor/Tony - young!Tony - crush on Cap plays into attraction (obvious title - Thunderstruck) - holding on this til next round of TSB.

* D1 - Friends w/ Benefits - Clint/Steve - crossover with MWAPB Hawkeye/Clint Barton.

D2 - Romeo & Juliet AU - basic idea: Steve (jock) & Tony (geek) trying out for title roles in R&J - despite their respective friend groups thinking it’s a terrible idea. Both cliques end up becoming friends.

* D3 - Bed Sharing - Bruce/Natasha - AoU compliant.

Man With a Plan (Steve Rogers) Bingo [MWAPB] (Runs thru 31 Dec)

Four fills, 1 WIPs and several Vague Ideas/potential cross fills with other bingos. Prompts cheerfully accepted!

* B2 - Next Door Neighbors - see STBB AU: Western above

* B3 - Farmer’s Market - see AvB On the Run above

* B4 - Powerless AU - if Sunqueen and I decide to continue Wrong Number, Right Call , this would be a good fit.

* B5 - “I don’t really want to wake up just yet.” - this would probably be a good fit with Chapter 5 of Takin’ What They’re Givin’ (‘Cause I’m Workin’ for a Livin’)

* I1 - Steve is here for TFAtWS - this might go well with my BBB “Oh, hell no" square - Steve trolling Bucky & Sam by sending the old man in with his shield? (moodboard & ficlet?)

* I2 - Found Family - see STBB One Fill, One Bingo above.

* I3 - Thor - see AvB Mutual Pining above

* I5 - Dogsitting - possible crossover with BBB “Run” square - Steve & Bucky dogsitting for Lucky? (moodboard + ficlet)

* N1 - School AU/Teacher AU - if I decide to continue on with Technicalities (see Stucky Bingo College AU above) - I could fill this square :: ponders::

* N3 - Online shopping - this might be fun as a crossover with BBB Thighs …? (even tho lingerie is a “nah” for me) Steve and Tony buying a new wardrobe for Bucky that show off his ass-ets?

* G4 - Canon Divergence post CA:TWS - possible crossover with BBB Kill List Bucky wreaking havoc on Hydra bases and Steve & Sam catch up with him

* O1 - Crying - see AvB Death square above

* O2 - Sex Pollen - Teenage Groot pollen = aphrodisiac hi-jinks. Quill & Gamora warn the couple (stucky)/throuple (Stuckony) ahead of time, so no dub-con.

* O3 - Hawkeye/Clint Barton - see AvB - Friends w/ Benefits above.

Bucky Barnes Bingo - Round 4 [BBB_R4] (Runs thru 7 Jan 2023)

Seven fills and three WIPs - looks like I’m already in good shape to start with a Row 4 and/or Column K bingo!

* B3 - Sam Wilson|Falcon - this would be a good candidate for a continuation of After One Or Two False Starts

* U2 - AU: Roommate - see WHB Huddling for Warmth above

* U3 - Steve Rogers - slating for Chapter 5 of Never More to Go Astray (Stuckony Star Wars AU) Looks like this will be at least 6 chapters to get through two rounds of POVs. Huge thanks to RudeArrow, who is doing an AMAZING job of brainstorming and beta’ing with me!! Chapter 5 (Bucky POV) is in first draft form sitting at 1066 words. Current Last Line: “Shards,” Djems cursed under his breath.

* U4 - AU: Arranged Marriage - will probably pick Lady Natasha’s Consort and Lord Steve’s Companion back up for this one.

* U5 - Kill List - see MWAP - G4 - Canon Divergence. Post CA:TWS above

* C2 - “Oh, hell no” - possible crossover with MWAP I1 - Steve is here for TFaWS

* C4 - KINK: Aftercare - probably holding onto this until the TSB bingo 😁

* K1 - Thighs - possible crossover with MWAP: N3 - Online Shopping.

* K2 - Comics - sew the Stuffed Marvel Classic Comics Bucky Barnes I drew up last month.

* K3 - KINK: Edging - see STB Lazy Sunday Morning above.

* Y1 - “Do you trust me?” - Using this for Chapter 5 of Takin’ What They’re Givin’ (‘Cause I’m Workin’ for a Livin’) - Mission Four: Pour Some Sugar: Part 2. Chapter 5 picks up mid-sexytimes with Steve and Bucky and is currently sitting at 705 words. Current Last Line: “Breathe for me, sweetheart.”

* Y2 - Never the fall that kills you - this might be the title for the remix I want to do of Seeds of Love (by the super-talented @hddnone) Holding off on this til I get my TSB card, as I wanted to carry over my Secret Admirer square for this as well.

* Y3 - “Run” - see MWAP I5 - Dogsitting above.

* ADOPTED1 - Peggy Carter - possible crossover with with MWAP - G3 - USO Tour (Peggy regaling Bucky with stories of Steve’s exploits while touring the US) or N4 - Soulmates (WW3some shenanigans!)

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On other creative fronts: I have a Gillman in progress with Argoman, Buster, Una/Number One and Snoopy and Woodstock in the works I currently have 3 July slots available .

if you’re looking for one of a kind gifts (for a friend or something for yourself!) you can plan ahead for the next holiday season and check out Stuffed With Character over on Facebook for a full list of my designs (now over 80!). They’re mostly Marvel and monsters, but I have some Star Wars, Star Trek, DC and Disney figures as well. Plus I love to take custom design requests for any fandom!

#writing stuff #WIP Update #wip wednesday #Shameless Self Promo #bucky barnes #steve rogers #stuckony

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ramabear · 2 years

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Hello darling! How are you? I'm a big fan of your WI fics since the first one shot you published <3 I wanted to ask if you are going to abandone writing them? (Touch Malfunction and Where You're Needed are my personal favourites but I love all of them and I try to leave comments and kudos whenever I can) No preassure to continue them at all, just wondering because a lot of winteriron writers are abandoning their works because of that awful stucky troll and I am ~scared~ since I know that fucker has been bothering you

first of all hello! haha thanks for reaching out! it's always fun to hear from readers :)

secondly yeah, i'm definitely gonna keep working on them/writing them (and I'm doing so in the background rn, i just don't have enough to post quite yet)

thirdly, touch malfunction's last chapter has been a bit of a troublesome one bc it's being picky about how it wants to end :/ it's been slow going but i have made some progress on it. where you're needed technically has the next chapter ready for it but i want a few more so i know that the trajectory we're headed on is the right one. It's a doozy of a fic (in my head at least) so i want it to be good :)

as for the others, yeah, im working on them. I've even got some more ideas for some sentinel/guide AUs and at least another shifter fic i want to do (when I've finished off the one that's up right now of course)

fourthly, god no a troll isnt gonna make me abandon a fic. my personal disinterest is the main thing that makes me abandon a fic. when i get trolls it basically just means i shittalk them to my IRL peers and get kinda spiteful. i mean, for the record, touch malfunction only got as long as it has because of a troll. it was going to end around like the third chapter but then, well, spite writing is a thing lol.

so don't be scared about me getting scared off by a troll i mean, yeah it sucks that they've targeted me but it's also kind of fascinating and exhilarating? i mean, I've been in fandom for more than half my life, I've written some weird, fucked up shit, had some more than questionable pairings and it's winteriron that I'm getting shit for? I'm actually kind of annoyed, like. this is the most mainstream of my ships (besides katsudeku but we all know that's not my primary katsuki ship so it doesn't count.)

i keep telling my friends "i'm a rarepair shipper and THIS is is what I'm getting hate for?"

anyway, all of that is a precursor to this, the explanation for why i haven't posted in the last little bit: I've been working pretty late and also have been reading a bunch of fucking NCIS fic. the WIPs need some time to ferment and slow roast and in the meantime, I've been consuming Tony DiNozzo fics at a rapid pace. i was kinda looking forward to the upcoming holiday in order to write some more but UH there's kinda been a death in the family so I'm gonna have to go to a funeral that weekend instead! i should still have some time on memorial day to write (and post hopefully, since I'm off work) but yeah I've just been disgustingly busy at work and with my fic reading. i don't think i even turned on my personal computer like, once last week except on the weekend, which is pretty unusual for me.

#rama replies #writing update sorta #WI anon #i DO hope that BGG comes back with another stupid and typo filled anon #anyway all is well with me and writing I'm just SUPER busy #work was VERY productive last month in selling of things and i am the maker of the things we sell so i am SUPER busy now #long post

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krsnbgirl · 4 years

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Fly High! || Masterlist || Kageyama x Fem!Reader Series

Summary: Attending Karasuno High School was your way of starting over and moving on from your injury in middle school. What you didn’t expect was to be pulled back into the world that you tried so hard to stay away from. Along the journey of recovery, you didn’t think you would grow close to Karasuno’s Boys Volleyball Team. Also falling in love with a certain setter was definitely something you didn’t expect at all. There’s one thing in common that you two share and that it’s wanting to fly as high as you can.

Pairing: Kageyama Tobio x Fem!Reader

Genre: Rom-Com, Slice of Life, Sports, Slow Burn

Warnings: Slight swearing, Anxious characteristics, Smoking (Ukai), Timeline based off of the anime (starting from season 2)

Author’s Note: I realized that I haven’t made a masterlist for this story, so here it is! Hopefully this can help with reading all of the parts that have been or are going to be posted! Taglist is still open if any of you would like to be a part of it! Also crossed posted on AO3! xoxo, Ren ❤

TAGLIST OPEN

Part 1

Word Count: ~3.4k Synopsis: The school buzzes with curiosity after news of the boys volleyball team got close to beating Aoba Johsai at the Inter-HIgh Prelims. You check in with your best friend Nishinoya and Shimizu calls you to the gym for some help. It’s been a while since you’ve been inside a gym and it brings back so many forgotten memories and feelings you’ve cast aside after your accident.

Part 2

Word Count: ~3.1k Synopsis: Still reeling over what had happened the week before, you look back at how your daily life at Karasuno immediately changed for the better. Nishinoya also comes to ask you for a favor that helps you grow closer to the weird quick duo after school. The boys also learn more about your past from middle school.

Part 3

Word Count: ~2.9k Synopsis: The volleyball club is very keen on making you join and you find yourself slowly giving in, despite having doubts about yourself. You also find yourself naturally gravitating towards Kageyama without realizing it after one of their practices. Kageyama also finds himself questioning the effects you have on him.

Part 4

Word Count: ~3.8k Synopsis: With the deadline for your response to being Karasuno's coach approaching, it's all that you can think about. Kageyama bumps into you and shares his thoughts about your situation. It doesn't go as smoothly as either as you hoped but in the end, Kageyama learns that maybe he'd found someone that understands him.

Part 5

Word Count: ~3.1k Synopsis: Hinata and Kageyama come over for a tutoring session since exams are right around the corner. Finally, they have a chance to have a little peek of your personal life at home after getting to know you more through your lunch time tutoring sessions. Kageyama also touches base with you about your decision which has finally come to an answer.

Part 5.5 || Side Chapter

Word Count: ~1.4k Synopsis: You head to Ukai’s store to have a conversation. He learns about some of your past and what your future goals were before coming to Karasuno. You both also come up with some new ideas that can help during practice.

Part 6

Word Count: ~3.4k Synopsis: Exams at Karasuno are finally finished. While you talk about exam results with Hinata and Kageyama, he notices something you’ve recently found out and the two of you grow a little closer now that he’s found out your little secret. Then fast forward to the training camp, you reunite with old friends and for old time’s sake, play a small game with them.

Part 7

Word Count: ~2.5k Synopsis: The first day of training camp has come to an end and the night is still young. After thinking about the boys’ current status at the camp, you spend some times with the rest of the managers. The topic of boys come up and you can’t help but spill your secret to them. As the night goes on, you end up at the gym and try to get in some personal training in when Kageyama shows up. You finally get to have a moment with the one person who has recently been taking up all of your thoughts.

Part 8

Word Count: ~3.5k Synopsis: Tensions are high between Hinata and Kageyama during their time in Tokyo. You can’t help but be on the sidelines and only step in when it’s necessary. Kuroo checks in with you and tries to help you relax during one of their breaks. Also, you show Kageyama that you’re going to be there for him whenever things get tough and he appreciates you for being by his side.

Part 9

Word Count: ~4.8k Synopsis: You finally figure out what’s been missing for the crazy duo’s quick and it’s all thanks to Ukai dragging you along to meet his grandfather. The rest of the boys are also doing their best to improve with the new practice regimen that you put together and you mainly helped Kageyama with his sets for further accuracy. Practice isn’t the only time you’re with Kageyama, but you’ve also become his personal tutor when it comes to school work. As time passed, you managed to grow closer to the socially awkward setter and the two of you begin to realize that it could be something more.

Part 10

Word Count: ~5.1k Synopsis: The team has a field day when they see you come in to practice late. Their teasing is relentless and it sticks with you throughout the whole day. You can’t help but think about the situation you’re in with Tobio and an old friend helps you find clarity. Then when Tokyo Camp is finally in session, you end up over pushing yourself and Shimizu tells you to rest for the first half of the day. While you’re resting the boys find out what happened to you and they need to figure out who’s going to check up on you before their practice matches begin.

Part 11

Word Count: ~2.9k Synopsis: You wake up to find Kageyama delivering the food that the rest of the managers reserved for you. While eating, you get to see the rare side of soft Kageyama and the small time frame you have with each other, it shows that both of your walls are slowly coming down. Then after having a late start to the day, the boys show how much they’ve missed you and as the day goes on, some priceless moments are finally captured through your infamous Polaroid.

Part 12

Word Count: ~3.5k Synopsis: The boys have been working as hard as ever during the training camp and Kuroo gives you some updates on what happened during free practice the night before. Then later that day, Nishinoya checks in on you during one of their breaks and a bet is made between the two of you. And as the day comes to a close, as usual, you’re practicing with Kageyama and both of you lose track of time. This time, you’ve accidentally pushed yourself past your limits and your injury acts up again.

Part 13

Word Count: ~3k Synopsis: The girls recap what happened the night before and Kuroo decides to have a talk with Kageyama when he and Bokuto visits your nightly practice with Kageyama.

Part 14

Word Count: ~4.6k Synopsis: It’s the final day of Karasuno’s training camp in Tokyo and the boys find out about the barbecue that will happen once they are all finished. Sugawara offers Kageyama some help before their last practice game and you finally get to see the quick that you’ve been dying to see in person. Then once the barbecue is in full swing, you catch up with your childhood friends and Kageyama finally asks you a question.

Part 15

Word Count: ~3.7k Synopsis: You finally have lunch with Kuroo and Bokuto where you catch them up with the night before. They comment throughout your story and as they walk you to Homura’s apartment to catch up with your girls, Daichi calls you out of nowhere. The call leads you to the girls’ gym at Karasuno after the weekend ends and a new opportunity awaits.

Part 15.5 || Side Chapter

Word Count: ~1.7k Synopsis: You get your hair dyed while hanging out with Rui, Homura, and Nishinoya. In the midst of hanging out, you get caught texting Kageyama and your friends do what they always do: instigate and get to know the boy you’ve been crushing on.

Part 16

Word Count: ~4.9k Synopsis: It’s finally the day for your date with Kageyama and you can’t help but feel so nervous. He surprises you by taking you to your favorite place and the day is filled with constant blushing while spending time with your crush.

Part 17

Word Count: ~5.3k Synopsis: Qualifiers for the Miyagi Prefecture has finally arrived. Being back at a competition venue made you nostalgic and you end up making another bet with Nishinoya. In order to prepare for the long day ahead, you grab some water for the team and someone approaches you.

Part 18

Word Count: ~5.3k Synopsis: With school back in session, your schedule with the girl’s volleyball team finally collides with your time as the boys’ manager. It’s something you’ve put off for a while and finally have to address with the team.

Part 19

Word Count: ~4.2k Synopsis: During the two months that the boys have before the Spring Nationals, Kageyama does recon and your schedule starts to look more hectic. Then during one of your trips to Tokyo for another training camp, Bokuto decides to have his talk with Kageyama and it makes him realize some things about himself.

Part 20

Word Count: ~4.1k Synopsis: Spring Nationals/Qualifiers has finally arrived and the boys are ready for their first match against Johzenji. As you all make your way towards the gym, Kageyama and Hinata end up bumping into Terushima. Then once their match starts, Kageyama ends up getting injured and there’s an unexpected turn of events when you take him to the nurse’s office.

Part 21

Word Count: ~3.9k Synopsis: The girls try to get out what happened between you and Kageyama and the boys win against Johzenji. Now that it’s the second day of matches after successfully beating Wakutani, Karasuno gets ready to go against Aoba Johsai. And knowing what had happened before, you prepared a small surprise in hopes to boost the boys’ morale for their upcoming battle.

Part 22

Word Count: ~4.4k Synopsis: The long-awaited battle against Aoba Johsai is in full swing as you watch along the sidelines. Tensions are high and it can’t help but remind you of memories you kept close to your heart. While watching, it reminds you of just how much the boys have grown in such a small amount of time.

Part 23 - TBD

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back from my anatomy lab midterm. It was 29 questions and 45 seconds for each picture. I left so many qs empty smh like i would recognize the muscles and then the question would be about their innervations and origin/insertions like agslsjsoskndz. also like i knew all the foremen of the skull but i totally blanked when i came to naming the structures that run through them. i’m such an idiot for not studying more but i’m chill with whatever grade i get tbh i’ll just do good on the final. it was nice to study with friends and yea it was just a good day.

anyways i have physiology lab mid on tuesday so i have to study for that.

1 notes • Posted 2021-11-14 11:44:26 GMT

First Final of 2nd Year Medschool……

i feel like garbage…. tmrw is my first final of the semester and i’m scared. it’s histology lab so it shouldn’t be too bad and as of right now i’m actually passing the class so again not that worried but i honestly haven’t studied that much. BUT i also have studied a lot of my histology class which the lab is heavily influenced by soooo i should be good PLUS i have studied like well enough i think i’m more stressed cause a lot of my friends are still studying and i’m like…. should i also still be studying ??? buts it’s literally like i studied so i shouldn’t be freaking out …. but i still am.

honestly i hate final seasons cause i always feel like such a trash human cause i rely on human interactions and i totally ghost all my friends and most of my friends live far away since i go to uni abroad so it’s soooo frustrating. like idc how much they say to just focus on my studies and dw like IM ALWAYS WORRYING and like whenever i do go back to texting it’s like no time has passed but I still feel like i need to be texting them 24/7…. which is sooo unhealthy ik but i just hate hate ghosting !!! i always try and be like sorry i’m busy with studying and finals but then sometimes i also just hate opening texts soooo ahdodmshuoaoa anywaayyysss s hopefully tmrw goes well!!!!!

2 notes • Posted 2021-12-12 21:00:21 GMT

my life is a mess~

finals start in two weeks and i have nothing set i’m a mess and i’m panicking. my life is a mess, my mind is a labyrinth,my desk is a mess and everything is lost. I can’t even find my histology drawing book and the drawings are due tmrw. I have nothing done i’ve studied like two chapters since midterms what tf happened….. i’ve been so consumed with quizzes and hw that i haven’t been able to study. i literally just study for the quiz and go to the next and then forget what i’ve studied…..

i need like 80s in all my finals so i can pass my classes,,,, effff this is so bad…. and i still have two essays and a quiz this week and then next week i have histology and physiology lab finals ahdlnsisldjaodmnfe i need to get my shi* together.

3 notes • Posted 2021-12-02 13:28:28 GMT

medschool guilt is real… and it sucks :/

so i finished my last midterm yesterday and today is the first day of the weekend and I still woke up at 5am but instead of going straight into studying I just wasted time, chilled, texted friends, watched yt etc. etc. etc. and then family came over and there was this whole party and everything…. I literally got some studying done and reviewed stuff but J feel like such an utter failure. It’s like if I don’t study everyday then suddenly there’s no hope for the other upcoming days?? like if i don’t MAKE this a habit by doing 64 consecutive days then might as well stop now?? and just like it’s so easy to feel so guilty about taking off ONE day after four weeks of midterms… :/// it’s 12am so hopefully these are just late night sad boo hour thoughts and they’ll all go away in the morning. It’s just scary cause I really need to do an AMAZING job on the finals and i’m just scared… i really need to do well and i have two or three quizzes this upcoming week so I really need to study.

anyways sorry for the depressing note but tmrw is going to be great!!! and if not we always have after tmrw :)

4 notes • Posted 2021-11-18 22:04:34 GMT

JUST FINISHED ALL MY MIDTERMS OF SECOND YEAR AT MEDICAL SCHOOL!!! 🥳🥳🥳 honestly they last test totally sucked (histology lab) especially compared to physio lab which was Godsent but you know you reap what you sow. I studied the slides and totally missed and didnt study the stains like an idiot, i seriously had no idea that half of the freaking test was gonna be on stains, i literally only remembered H&E, sudan orange, and silver stain. like bruuuhhhh ashdoiwosnjdplwjer. anyways it izzz wat it izzz i’m actually a lot more motivated to study now cause like 1) i need like 80-90s in my finals to pass and 2) i got to end on a high note.

I have an upcoming anatomy quiz which covers the Scalp and Face which is all the muscles of the face and their actions and then temporal and infratemporal fossa. The muscles i’ve got dooowwwnn i just need to memorize the origins and insertions but the infratemporal fossa is so confusing for me idk why. And then next week I also have a physiology quiz which covers the parathyroid hormone and I haven’t reviewed that since before midterms soooo it’s been a minute. I also skipped a biochemistry and a histology lecture this week so I have one biochem chapter and then for histology half of the bone chapter, which tbh i’m seriosuly not looking forward to. Honestly what world are we living in that biochemistry is better than histology ??? like whaaattt?? Also my anatomy professor for lower limb is both so behind and also just going sooo damn fast like bruh…. so I have like three chapters to study one of them being nerves of the leg and if you know me you know i HATTEEE nerves and vessels so not looking forward to studying that.

This weekend I’m going to try and study mainly physiology and biochem. and then anatomy and histology. and literally yeet tf out of genetics. i’m seriously not even gonna look at the class until before finals like ew. anyways imma stop here cause i’m literally in physio class i just don’t know wtf this chick is talking abt. we just finished reproductive systems and this is the first lecture for GIT and i’m just lost. it’s also 8pm and a zoom class so yk i’m just in my phone.

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fandomsilhouette · 3 years

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the presents they measured (the presence she treasured)

Love is a powerful motivator. Jealous is even more so. Suddenly, someone finds themselves falling faster than they knew how to breathe, before they knew they were even walking to the edge of a cliff, too quickly to enjoy the scenery on the walk over, and all they know is that by the time they crash-land, they’d better be ready to fight. Someone pushed them over the edge. It’s time for revenge. Happy @felinettenovember, y’all! Yes, we are in fact back to happy times. This has been written in collaboration with @musicfren, who will be posting the second part on his account tomorrow. It continues to be fluffy fluff, don’t worry... for now >:3 We’ll be doing every weekend pair together, so follow him if you don’t already or you’ll be missing a whole chapter!!!

Part 1 below. Part 2 upcoming.

“...did I miss Marinette’s birthday?”

“Dude, what are you talking about? Mari’s birthday is in April.” Nino shoots a pointed look at the snow drifting down to the streets as he shakes the now-sludgy water off his snow boots and starts unwrapping himself out of his winter gear, piling them up in a wet mess on Felix’s desk. Felix, for once, chooses not to complain, opting instead to focus on the main issue here.

“Well, but there’s a gift on her desk and November seventh is definitely too early for holiday gifts.” Felix smirks slyly at a camera no one else can see as he said the date, making Nino send him a weird look. Then again, Felix was weird all the time. Nino is used to it by now, so he doesn’t comment any further.

Nino shoots him a sidelong glance. “Dude, why are you specifically checking her desk?”

“Unimportant, I saw it as I walked in. Do you know who put it there?” Felix says, swerving the discussion violently back to the most salient point.

“…bruh… her desk requires you to turn almost 180˚ from where you would need to go for your desk.”

“Unimportant, I said.” Hopefully his Ladybug-red blush doesn’t show under the still-flickering half on lights that no one has bothered to flick the other switch for. The back half of the classroom is bathed in residual light and Felix can hardly see his own hand in front of him, but by Nino’s amused smirk, his blush is clearly bright enough to light up the path to his doom.

Nino opens his mouth, but whatever snark he was going to respond with is lost under a quiet “ooooooh!” and the sound of wrapping paper being carefully pried apart. Felix turns and his meticulously coiffed composure slips a bit.

“Marinette!” He half-falls out of his chair as he scampers anxiously to her side. He stands protectively behind her as if about to pull her to safety, hands hovering awkwardly around her waist, but she seems far too engrossed by the present before her to notice. Later, Felix will blush and be glad she didn’t. Later than that, she’ll admit she saw and just chose to ignore it, and Felix will blush again.

“I wonder what it i-- ooh!!” With a small happy gasp, she pulls back the paper (a disgustingly garish shade of green, easily three shades off of the correct shade, obviously) to reveal a dainty box of chocolates and an elegant white card, ornately decorated in gold leaf print. Marinette curiously picks up the card as Felix cranes his head intently over her shoulder. Inside, in pretentiously penciled cursive, is a simple phrase:

“With love, your secret admirer <3”

Felix immediately scoffs, grabbing Marinette’s wrist and pulling her into his chest, but she scarcely pays him any mind, so engrossed is she in her gift.

“Gosh, that’s really thoughtful of them, picking my favorite! Who… whoever they are…”

“It’s not even your favorite kind of chocolate!” Felix screams in his head, and refuses to acknowledge the follow-up question of whether he even knows what her favorite chocolate is. He’s quickly distracted, anyways, when Marinette giggles, which is a very distracting sound, Nino, stop looking at him like that!

“Haha, I could even say it’s… sweet! of them!!” She pops a chocolate in her mouth and Felix is riveted to the way her lips purse around the sweet, the way her tongue swirls around her finger as she sucks the last of it off.

Nino shoots him an impressed glance and mouths, “Dude, nice!” but Felix’s mind is too busy spinning to process why. What on EARTH was happening?!

It takes him the next two classes and most of lunch to work up the courage to ask. “Um… what’s a secret admirer?”

Nino pauses mid-bite, fork dangling in the air, to give Felix such a dumbfounded look that Felix immediately chooses to google the term instead, furtively hiding his phone under the bench. “Dude… why did you use that word if you didn’t even know what it meant, you walnut??”

Felix slams the lid down on his food and walks away immediately, footsteps echoing to the sound of Nino’s laughter.

He hopes to put this baffling incident behind him, but to Felix’s immense distress, the parade of gifts does not stop there. At her locker the next morning, Felix finds himself needing to push through a group of students all cooing over… something he cannot make out from behind the crowd. As he gets closer, he notices flowers pinned up in the shape of a heart over her locker, with a grand bouquet of roses pinned in the center. Felix’s nose twitches, itches, and then--

“Achoo!!”

Rose petals go flying everywhere and Marinette laughs, delighted. Kim nudges into him. “Sick show, bro! She loved that, how’d you time that sneeze??”

Felix doesn’t know. He’s confused. He wants to go home.

Two days after that, the PA system crackles through the classroom five minutes before the class is scheduled to end. Principal Damoclese clears his throat with a sharp peak in the audio and says in his most bored, reading-off-a-paper voice: “Marinette Dupain-Cheng to the courtyard, please, that’s Marinette Dupain-Cheng to the courtyard.” Bustier winks and ends class early, and everyone floods outside to see a teddy bear holding a cute little love-heart. Marinette makes a beeline to it and hugs it immediately, burying her face in its fur. It’s adorable, actually, and Felix tries very hard to not be jealous of a stuffed toy.

He does not succeed.

“OHMIGOSH, Felix!!!” Rose squeals, “That was so romantiiiiic, you’re sooooooo good at this!!! How are you being this sweeeeeeet??? <3 <3 <3” Felix can hear the hearts in her voice. Juleka mumbles something that he can only assume is agreement. Felix just sits down where he was standing and puts his head in his hands. Why did nothing make sense?

Felix leans his head against the window of the car, letting the bumps in the road thunk his forehead against the glass in a nice, soothing, repetitive dull pain, better than the constant headache he’s been living with for the last week. Their words spin about his head, hounding his thoughts. His chauffeur is silent for once

“Dude, nice!” “Sick show, bro!” “How are you being this sweet???”

And that’s when it hits him, making a hollow thunk off his empty skull.

Someone is getting her these gifts. And they think he did it.

Another heartbeat.

OH NO, THEY KNOW HE LIKES HER! Wait. He likes her?! ...oh no. He DOES.

Staring out at the road speeding by far too fast, Felix clenches his hands into fists. He’d never expected to find himself here: head over heels crushing on a girl that everyone knew he liked before he ever worked it out on his own, a week late into a competition he doesn’t remember entering.

Well, no matter. There’s still time to enter, catch up, win.

The next day, Marinette finds another chocolate box on her desk, bigger, more expensive, and exactly the correct shade of green. Each one is handcrafted into increasingly more elaborate designs, laced with caramel and toffee and candied pecans. The spread takes over her desk and Alya’s, and Felix grins smugly.

“Wait. Didn’t you already do this?” Nino asks, but Felix is too busy. There is an entire wheelbarrow of flowers to deliver by lunch.

His competition moves quickly: by the end of the school day, the PA is playing a serenade for her in front of the whole school. As soon as the bell rings, he cancels his next order and places a rush on the biggest size they offer: clearly, he’s going to need to do better. He doesn’t bother to look at the sizing or the price. Nothing is too big or too expensive for Marinette.

The next day Marinette finds a third box, so big it doesn’t even fit on her desk and instead sits next to it like an awkwardly crouched gremlin. Felix glowers at it, not having realized exactly how big it was going to be, and becoming increasingly concerned as she shrieks with delight, yanking out the artistically crinkled tissue paper and tossing it gleefully behind her, climbing into the giant box as soon as she makes enough space for herself.

Terrified, Felix shuffles over and peeks over the edge. She’s curled up in the paws of his giant stuffed animal, half asleep, looking so cozy he can hardly bear it.

...oh, goodness, he’s getting jealous of a toy again. His own toy, even!

There’s nothing for a few days, and Felix relaxes, and then--

The entire classroom is covered in flowers of every kind come Thursday morning. Bustier cancels the first period and directs everyone coughing and sneezing to the nurse, and convinces everyone who can stand the pollen to help her move it out of the way.

It turns out the class has been talking about the secret admirers-- a lot more than Felix expected. Sometime after the impromptu courtyard concert by Jagged Stone and the last minute fashion walk between classes, and between the endless planning and scheming and glowering, Felix finds himself cornered by Nino, who’s lost his hat, glasses hanging half off his face in a way Felix could’ve sworn they didn’t used to bend, looking more feral than Felix had ever seen him.

“ENOUGH, FELIX.” And then Felix finds himself being dragged bodily to an empty classroom where at last he faces his opponent-- nay, his nemesis. He recognizes them at once, because of the way they, too, are being held prisoner, the only other put together person in the entire room.

Oh, he really should’ve known.

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erensnubs · 3 years

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𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕

Oikawa x F! Reader

Chapter 3

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"So… Sho how's school been?" You ask him as you're pinning up Natsu's hair into "fairy braids".

They were essentially little flowers braided into sections of her hair.

Sho looks occupied. You think its his volleyball team.

"School's okay I guess. But volleyball is SOOO COOL! I NEVER KNEW YOU AND DAICHI-SAN, AND ASAHI-SAN AND SUGAWARA-SENPAI WERE CLOSE?!"

You start laughing, "Sugawara senpai what?!?"

Shoyo looks at you quizzically, "What do you mean? That's what he said to call him."

You giggle. God that man is too funny, you think.

"Okay enough about my upcoming volleyball career," Shoyo says while you roll your eyes.

"How's your manager life?"

You shrug your shoulders as you delicately place a flower into Natsu's hair.

"Well, me and the captain are on good terms now. And I think I'm somewhat friends with people on the team," you say thoughtfully.

Yesterday, you and Oikawa studied over the weekend at the coffee shop. It was surprising for you to see the proud captain turn almost submissive when you studied with your project together and when you talked about volleyball. You knew in the back of his mind he still felt bad about the way he mistreated you, but now you were fine.

"Well guess what? Daichi-san and Asahi-san want you to go out with them sometime! They miss you," Shoyo adds.

When you first came to Karasuno, you quickly became friends with Fuki and Riki. You were your own separate group, the artsy bitches who liked editing and drawing random shit, making concept art and scribbling doodles on each other's papers.

Then one day you decided to sit next to the shy boy-man? Man-boy? The boy with the man bun? Whatever. You decided to sit next to him during lunch, because your regular seating area was taken.

Next to the man bun boy was, stoic boy and beauty mark boy.

You didn't know that these boys were going to be the next best friends of your lives.

There you formed a friendship with three of the sweetest men you've ever met in your life.

It started off with talking about how brown is actually a good ass color, then to how the school lunches could have better milk, to groaning about essays together.

To them supporting you with your family, and you with volleyball.

"You're so stupid Riki!! Its the answer B obviously!!" Sugawara says slamming his hand on the lunch table.

You and Daichi start giggling as Riki rolls her eyes.

"What if it's not B, huh Koushi? What if it's actually C?!?" Riki retorts.

You chuckle with the memories of lunch arguments, walking together, and trips to the city with each other.

Later, you helped Daichi find a manager for the volleyball team, Kiyoko Shimizu and later became a friend of yours.

You never wanted to admit it but all of them became a found family, a fantasy that you recreated in your head over and over when you spent time with them, just because of how fucked up yours was.

You loved Suga's laugh and the way he held you while you were boisterously laughing about something stupid, but you hated the way that you knew that it was something friends did. And not what family did.

You loved it when Riki, Fuki and Shimizu came over and did your face with makeup because it made you feel like you were being pampered by aunts and sisters you didn't have.

When Asahi and Daichi constantly checked on your wellbeing, even until now, when you moved schools for Christ's sake. It made your heart clench in pity, because you know this is the closest thing to parents checking up on you.

The sad thing is? Is while you're over here playing found family, the rest of them were just doing something that friends do.

That's why you distanced yourself from all 4 of them when you moved schools.

But Shoyo, he had to remind you about them.

"Yeah.. I.. Uh… I miss them too," you say slowly, braiding the rest of Natsu's hair.

Natsu leans back against you and hands you your phone.

"You don't wanna play minecraft anymore?" You ask.

She shakes your head, "No Kiyoko is calling you!"

She waves the phone in your hands and you feel the vibration of the call.

Oh god, did Kiyoko figure it out?

With shaky fingers you pull the phone from Natsu's grasp and answer the call.

"Hey Kiyoko-"

"I'm outside your house…"

You sputter your words out, "What?!?! Kiyoko?!"

"I'm waiting for you so we can finally go out together."

She pauses.

"Just you and me," her soft voice carried comfort to you.

"Okay… I'll go soon. I'm outside with Sho and Natsu," you say picking yourself up and turning off your phone.

You wave goodbye to them and gesture with your other hand to the phone.

Shoyo gives you a thumbs up and goes back to playing outside with Natsu smiling.

You run back inside and grab your shoes and jacket and throw them on. You flung the door open and see Kiyoko Shimizu in all her grace, beauty and splendor.

"Kiyoko-"

She grabbed your hand and pulled you close to her chest and squeezed you tight.

"Me and Daichi were scared, you know. We all were. Very worried about you," she starts off quietly.

"Tell us, [Name], when something's wrong. It hurts us when you don't."

You sink into Kiyoko's arms and relish the feeling of them.

"I will. I'm sorry for not doing that."

She pulls away and gives you a soft smile, her beauty mark perking up.

"It's fine [Name]... Now get in the car! We're gonna go eat out today!"

"I'll have meal 1 please," you tell the waiter.

"Meal 5 with a side of tofu as well," Kiyoko adds.

The waiter leaves and now it's just you two You were at the ramen shop near Seijoh.

Which just so happened to be the Ramen shop that was close to the convenience store near Seijoh.

The convenience shop that you and Oikawa went to.

You shake your head to get him out of it.

"Uh…You okay?" Kiyoko said questionably.

You wave her away, "Yeah I'm fine. Just remembering something weird."

She leans forward,"Hmm okay. But hey. Heard you became a manager at Seijoh.. You trying to one up me or something?"

She smirks and you scoff.

"Kiyoko please. I learned everything from you. I don't know how I would manage this great team without your prior knowledge I would have never survived," you say.

You sigh and look up, "They're one of the best in the whole prefecture and I'm in charge of them. The pressure is real."

Kiyoko pats your hand affectionately, "I bet. I mean Oikawa and this other dude from another school have been butting heads with each other ever since middle school. It's his last year so Oikawa is probably incredibly stressed."

You raise an eyebrow, "I mean Oikawa has been a little on the edge, but I didn't know it was from some dude since fucking middle school."

"Yeah. Ushi-Waka from Shiratorizawa. He's also from a powerhouse school. The best in the prefecture. They've gone to Nationals, multiple times. Ushi-Waka is in Japan's best under 18," Kiyoko says softly, like she was passing secret information to you.

You not, sipping your water as you let her continue.

"Oikawa has always been beaten by Shiratorizawa and has NEVER made it to nationals. Once! So this year is his last year, he gets 2 chances and then poof!" Kiyoko says.

Her hands are in a circle and they suddenly break.

"Bye bye volleyball career."

You were taken aback.

No, you were stunned.

You always knew Oikawa was determined but God, this puts it on a whole nother level of determination. You wonder how stressed the team was when Oikawa supervised. Or vice versa. You wonder how stressed Oikawa was when he supervised.

Is that why Iwaizumi encouraged you to book practices with college volleyball teams? Probably. The more practice the better, you remember him saying.

Oh and how could you forget the dark circles under his eyes.

You lean back and exhale, "Wow. I feel horrible for not knowing."

Kiyoko sighs, "You should know as a MANAGER, but didn't you have a rough start with him?"

You nod and recount the events that took place as the waiter sets down your food.

"But that was yesterday so I guess we just started our 'working relationship'", you finally say.

Kiyoko lets out a low whistle, "Looks like you got your work cut out for you sweetheart. Our team is in the works."

Her voice drops lower and she grins evilly,

"We'll beat you, [Name], I have hope for this team."

You grin back, "We'll see about that."

The two of you talk back and forth about other things for a while, laughing about the dumb shit Sugawara pulled and the new students.

You pause, "How's Hinata doing? I don't know if you remember him but he's a family friend."

Kiyoko smiles, "He's doing wonderful. Had a rocky start with another 1st year but they're friends now."

"Oh I remember him telling me that. Kageyama?"

"Yes. He was a middle school prodigy. Came from the same school as Oikawa and most of the Seijoh players actually," Kiyoko informs him.

"Huh," you say mentally noting that fact into your mind.

"Anyways, I'm glad we…you know. Got to talk. Hopefully we can go and hang out again with the others," you say as both of you clean up your table and walk out.

"Same. But Karasuno is gonna beat you at the practice game next week," Kiyoko says with a wink.

"Pfft Seijoh will wipe your asses over the gym floor," you say.

You're in your bed, covered in blankets and half asleep from your eventful day. When your eyes finally fluttered to sleep, your phone buzzed.

Buzz, buzz, buzz.

You pick up your phone lazily and open up the messages.

Oikawa?

You groan. What is so goddamn urgent that he wants to meet with you so early in the morning?

You push the thoughts and the judgements out of your mind and go to bed early.

So much for a day out to relieve stress.

[Name] and Kiyoko both have a slight obsession with milk tea

IMPORTANT INFORMATION TO DISCLOSE

Kiyoko introduced [Name], to the more traditional Japanese food when she moved here rather than the trendy ones portrayed in the Media

Unbeknownst to [Name], Kiyoko keeps tabs on the Seijoh boys just in case something bad happens.

Prev/next

Taglist: @tanakasimpcorner @zukoslosthishonor @saladskittles

A note from Chef Tina: ty for sticking with me everyone for this fic! I feel like my efforts on writing this are paid off! Pls like, reblog or comment! It would help a lot!

#haikyu smau #haikyu #haikyu fic #oikawa x reader #oikawa tōru #oikawa smau #oikawa fluff #oikawa angst #toru oikawa #oikawa imagine #oikawa toru x you #oikawa toru x reader #haikyu angst #haikyu fluff #oikawa social media au

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thetimemoves · 3 years

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wip challenge

Tell your blog the titles of all the WIPs you are currently working on right now and a little about them and then tag five other writers.

Tagged by @discordantwords, thank you!

These are my WIPs that I am actively (loosely defined) poking at, all of which I do hope to complete. I’m at the point where I need to stop writing by the seat of my pants and start doing some serious outlining/plotting. Not my big strength, hence the procrastination. Titles are tentative.

A Touch of the Dramatic. This is based off a Sherlock kinkmeme prompt that asked, “What if the old man peddling porn to John in TEH really is Sherlock in disguise?” @discordantwords reblogged it years ago and her enthusiasm for it inspired me (it will be a gift fic for her should when I eventually finish it). In the meantime, I took a snippet and turned it into a 221b ficlet for DW (Nothing More Deceptive).

Of Shags and Squires. A BBC ‘verse update of REIG that I’ve mixed up with the legend of the Buckland Shag, a local legend I stumbled across by accident when doing some area research. The story follows canon loosely, in that John drags a recovering and reluctant Sherlock down to the countryside to relax. As in canon, their relaxing weekend goes sideways when they get caught up in a case, only this time it’s not as straightforward a solution. This is a S1/S2 friends-to-lovers fic and I am determined to finish it this year.

Yesterday Upon the Stair. John and Sherlock are on a nasty case involving a serial burglar turned possible serial killer. The fic is set in the present day (not sure when in canon, maybe post-S3) as they have their final confrontation with the Bogeyman, but it relies heavily on flashbacks that both set up the case and (hopefully) provide some insight into John’s background and character. I REALLY want to finish this one. I’m quite pleased with what I’ve done so far, but need to take time to fully flesh out the story.

Laws of Motion. This will either be a multi-chaptered fic or a series covering each series from Mike Stamford’s POV. I like Mike! What was he thinking as he watched Sherlock and John in the lab that first time? What did he do when he heard about The Fall? Why didn’t he go to John’s wedding? (The First Law is a 221b ficlet that is meant to kick off the series).

Sally Three Gables. A BBC ‘verse updated of 3GAB centered around Sally Donavan (her POV, her story). Here, Sally is finding her feet as newly promoted DI with Lestrade’s guidance as she works the case of Doug Maberley. Maya Maberley and her brother Doug are roommates, and she comes home late one night to find him badly beaten (spoiler alert! in my story he’s in a coma, not dead) and his laptop- with his upcoming book manuscript- missing. Featuring It Girl Isadora Klein, notorious gossip blogger Langdale Pike, and in the background, Sherlock and John doing their part to help Sally solve the case (and get on her last nerve).

Dirty Laundry. Baby’s first smutfic! Hoo boy, the secondhand embarrassment I am giving myself while writing... I can take it, but apparently I can’t dish it out without blushing furiously. When building tensions at Baker Street- sexual and otherwise- boil over and spill out at a crime scene, Sherlock and John are finally forced to confront their feelings. It all starts with a pair of dirty pants.

I’m going to tag anyone who might want to do this, including @the-sign-of-tea @pippn-frodo @reveling-in-mayhem @clevermanka @jamesphillimoresumbrella

#bbc sherlock #writing meme #wip meme #my fic #hopefully

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pebblysand · 3 years

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[may '21] - the life update no one asked for (and some quick links)

Hello team! How are you? What a month it has been! But: we have had some proper sun, the days are getting longer, I have gin&tonic with me to give me fuel to write this and it is now the 30th of april - yay! I know I'm bending the rules of these monthly posts a bit there, by writing the may post by anticipation but I really want to focus on 'proper' writing this weekend, so I hope that you will forgive me :).

But, first, some quick links to different blog pages you might not see on mobile :

to read my fics [links to the hinny ficfest fics: one ; two ; three]

to read my original work

fic recs [new additions]

proper blog/site [that I never update but maybe one day I’ll bother]

[NOTE: i am currently accepting prompts for short ficlets on the hp fandom if you fancy. my ask box is open :).]

Everything else, under the cut (contains: ETAs for current WIPs - say, if you’re waiting for chapter 8 of castles, for instance... -, reading lists, and life update)

Currently, I’m writing:

**Castles [HP - post-war canon]**

links extended a/n-s: chapter v ; chapter vi

This is ONE HUNDRED PERCENT the priority for the coming days. We are having a bank holiday here in Ireland on Monday and the main objective now is to get the first draft of next chapter done. I have the outlines (both general and particular) and have - maybe - around 15% of the actual chapter done. Due to external factors (more on that below), I've had quite a hard time finding the time and energy to actually focus on this over the past few weeks which is why I kind of booked out this weekend to Get Shit Done. Hopefully, it works. ETA for next chapter: 30th May.

**R O A R series**

Harry&Hermione one-shot [ETA: July probably]

An original horror/thriller story [ETA: this is the next thing (after castles chap 8 on the agenda. Considering the ETA for chapter 8 of castles, we're probably looking at beginning of June for this.]

Something to fill this silk prompt [ETA: TBD]

That Peaky Blinders fic I started and never finished [ETA: TBD]

** Hinny Ficfest **

I am very happy to announce that I'll have not one but two short stories coming out for the upcoming hinny ficfest. I obviously can't talk about them too much on here but here's what I can tell you.

- the first one will be called: [like fire in the rain] and answers to prompt 78 - "truth or dare". It's a short three sentence story (a format I used to enjoy but haven't done on tumblr in aaaaages) that's a bit angsty (you know me) and is set within the 'sunlit days' in year 6.

- the second one, I'm not too sure of the title yet, but right now I'm thinking of a line from a song by passenger called 'holes': [she said the wolf's just a puppy and the door's double-locked (so what'd you gotta worry me for?)]. this is (loosely) inspired by prompt 27 (Molly finding out about Ginny/Harry) the summer after the war, but has kind of grown into a what-if-castles-wasn't-my-headcanon kind of fic. It's currently just shy of 3,000 words. I'm considering posting it on AO3/FF as well by the time it comes out on here but I'm not sure. We'll see.

They're both fully written but need a bit of polish but will definitely be ready by the 10th :).

Currently, I’m reading:

Calypso by David Sedaris: I've finished this! It was absolutely lovely - would highly recommend if you're looking for a nice, non-fiction read. I'd probably give it four stars. Not magnificent but definitely worth a read.

I’ve started re-reading the Divergent series because I have the attention span of a five year old atm. -- Update: yeah, still there. I don't think I've picked this up recently.

I've also started Watch Her Fall by Erin Kelly. I really loved her thriller He Said/She Said so thought I'd give it a try. For now, it's fine but I've found it sort of hard to get into it if I'm honest.

I’m still labouring through Troubled Blood, the JKR/RobertGalbraith book (ugh), but I have made significant progress on this. I'm on page 789 so almost at the end. I cannot wait to be finished with it. On top of everything else, it's just way too long. And, that's coming from someone whose favourite HP book is OOTP.

In other news:

I have to say, this month's been a bit of a struggle. Not in terms of mental health but just a lot of things happening at once. I had my exams at the start of the month, obviously, then I went home to France. Then, Ireland decided to introduce mandatory hotel quarantine so I had to change my tickets, come back early to avoid it. Then, the day before I left, my mother had a stroke. I just - I don't want to dwell on this too much. It's over, now, she's fine, has (from what the MRI showed) very little damage to her brain. She's at home and living her best life. Frankly, she's a bit of a miracle. This being said, I can't explain to you the stress and anxiety and heartache of last few weeks, and of not knowing what to do. Of not being able to fly home, having to be in Ireland because I was starting a new job and couldn't afford the hotel quarantine; it was just a lot. I think I didn't even have words to put on it at the time, which is why I didn't write about it before. It's easier now, now that it's over. In the thick of it, I didn't know where to start.

Now, I also didn't want to mention this because I don't mean it as a sob story. I just feel like I should explain why I haven't been the best at putting content out, lately. For that first week after it happened, when we were waiting for the medical exams to come through, I had to start a new job, pretend to be 'happy to be here' and 'excited' like everything was fine and that alone kind of sucked all the energy out of me. I was texting her every half hour at the same time, anxiously waiting for a reply. She lives alone, you see, and she's the only family I have left. I feel bad about not being able to write, but it's been hard. I just couldn't focus. On top of that, while the new job is interesting (and it pays money, yaaaay!), it's just a new routine to get back into, so I've also been feeling very tired.

Additionally, the extrovert in me has been begging to see more of her mates, lately. The weather has been really nice and I'm so eager to go out that I have struggled to keep my resolutions of 'no, I'm staying in and writing tonight.' I used to get plenty of social interactions at work, back in the day, but now that I'm fully remote, all I want to do on my days off is see people (especially with the easing of restrictions in Ireland). I feel like overall, it's fair, though. Introverts have struggled in our society for years, now, it's fair that we, extroverts, during the pandemic, bear more of the burden. It's just that this sudden return of my social life has also not truly catered to much writing time, haha. Hopefully, May will be more stable.

I am feeling better, now. Mum is doing good, the results of her MRI were very positive and the only real thing that's changed is that she says she's 'exhausted' which I guess can be expected after a stroke, haha. She's a warrior and I love her. This week, I've been feeling finally more able to focus and with the bank holiday, I really hope to get some proper writing done. I just need to escape in the magic of HP again, haha.

Anyways, sorry for this rather grim update. I suppose I also want to be honest and say that it's not always rainbows and butterflies. Here's to May, though. Hopefully, it'll treat us better :).

#writing #life update

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dcbbw · 4 years

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WIP Wednesday 5-13-2020

Thanks for the tags, @ao719 and @burnsoslow (My #GreysAnatomyCrew).

Life has been more hectic than usual for the past two weeks: I have three projects running concurrently that I am managing at work, along with another huge project looming on the horizon; may aunt passed away very recently after a ten year battle with Alzheimer’s; and I am just starting to dig my way into the rabbit hole that is reading and reblogging.

I am working on stuff and hope to begin posting some fics beginning this weekend, but no promises.

Below are some works in progress, including another glimpse into Riam family life (once I birth these babies!!!)

PS--How is a WIP post over 1800 words? (See photo above)

Family Retreat (Riam):

“Hey, you! I thought you were with your brothers and father.”

Frac picked a granny smith apple from a crystal bowl on the kitchen island. “Naw. They’re doing little kid stuff.”

Riley arched a brow as she turned the on the burner so the potatoes could begin to cook; she reached in the refrigerator for a package of bacon.

“Little kid stuff? Need I remind you, you’re only older than your twin by three minutes and your younger brother by two years??

“I’m a whole day older than Fric!” Frac protested.

Riley shook her head with a chuckle. “Of course, Your Highness.”

“Don’t call me that!” Frac didn’t like being reminded that he was royal; it meant he was different.

His mother pressed her lips to his cheek, giving him a noisy kiss before she went back to preparing dinner. Frac began wandering the kitchen.

“What’s for dinner?”

“Steak, mashed potatoes with sour cream and butter, fried cabbage with bacon,” his mother responded absently; she was debating pepper juice over the cabbage leaves.

“Vinegar for the potatoes?” Frac asked eagerly. He loved the sour potatoes as much as Liam did.

“On the side.”

“Dessert?” her son asked hopefully.

Riley nodded her head in the direction of the kitchen island; at the end, were pans of corn pudding and baklava cooling.

A huge grin split the teenager’s face before he fell silent, chomping loudly on his apple. Finally, he spoke.

“Hey, mom?”

“Yeah?” Riley looked over her shoulder briefly before placing bacon slices in a hot pan.

“Are you and Dad gonna get a divorce?” Frac’s voice was small, scared.

Stairway to Heaven (Riam)

A/N: This fic is inspired by @ao719’s Remember Me; it’s the story Riam’s ending. I may never post this.

Night of Riley’s funeral:

Liam’s nurses helped him into his pajamas and into bed. The once tall, strong, broad shouldered King was now weak, frail, and bent over. His charm and vibrancy had been diminished greatly due to his stroke. Liam had lost a lot to his stroke: his strength, his speech, his mobility. His dark eyes were clouded and dull. His ready smile had been stilled.

It hadn’t mattered while Riley was with him. Just as she had when they first met, she saw Liam and not what he had become.

And now she was gone.

He lay on his side as covers were drawn over him. Normally he faced his nightstand so he could use his functional arm to sip water through the night. But tonight, he faced Riley’s side. Tears fell from his eyes as he gazed at the empty pillow. The lights turned off and the door shut as the nurses left to allow the King Father to sleep.

Liam lay in the dark, crying as he stared at Riley’s pillow. It was the end of the fifth day without his Riley by his side. Without smelling her perfume, or hearing her soft voice talk to him; talk for both of them. Without feeling her arms wrap around him.

Without hearing her tell him she loved him. Their entire married life, Riley had never been one to say sentimental words; she was one for actions. But once she was diagnosed with cancer; once Liam suffered his stroke … his wife told him constantly how happy Liam made her, how he had changed her life. How much she loved him.

He would ever hear those words again fall from her lips. Today they had sealed the body that once held the life of Riley Brooks inside the family mausoleum.

His tears fell harder. The lump in his throat seemed especially large; perhaps it was his sobs forever entrapped within him that made it seem that way.

Liam smelled her before he saw her; a gentle wafting of rose and vanilla tickled his nostrils. He looked curiously at her side of the bed before his eyes darted around the shadowy room. When they returned to the pillow, she was there.

Riley.

His Queen was laying on her side, smiling at Liam. The brown ringlets he adored so much framed her face; they were glossy in the moonlight. She wore a strapless white velvet gown that hugged her curves. She was young and radiant, the way she looked when they first met and began their journey of life and love. Her lips were painted dark cherry. Elbow length white opera gloves covered her hands and arms.

Liam heard noises: muted laughter, the tinkling of silverware against china, music. He wanted to look around and locate the source of the sounds, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from Riley. If he looked away, she might disappear.

Her brown eyes shone with love as she laid her hand against Liam’s cheek. With a silent whimper, Liam leaned into her caress. Riley pressed her lips against his. I love you, so much reverberated throughout Liam’s mind. His eyes searched her face, memorizing every detail. He wasn’t certain how long they lay there, but it was too short.

Riley’s eyes were regretful as she caressed his cheek again. “I have to go now.”

Liam’s eyes grew wide with sadness and panic while he shook his head as quickly as he could.

“Yes.” Her voice was sad but firm. “I love you, my King.” Pressing a kiss to Liam’s forehead, Riley disappeared.

Discontent—Chapter 4

Liam’s kisses on her shoulder made her moan as she arched her back against his chest.

“Good morning, my love,” he murmured against her skin.

“I’m sweaty, and I have morning breath.”

Riley wanted to tell herself she didn’t know why she had said that. Her husband, who she had not been in the same room with for more than five minutes for almost a year, was kissing her good morning and all she could do was say … that.

But she knew why she said it.

Riley needed to be perfect. She was now in competition for her husband’s affections.

“I don’t care. It’s you, Riley. That’s all I care about.”

Silence as Liam’s words hung in the space between them and Riley tried to pluck them from the air to hold in her hands.

Liam shifted, his manhood pressing against her buttocks. “Will you be at the plenary luncheon?” His voice was soft, laced with pleading.

Riley had not thought that far ahead when she boarded the jet. She had not thought that far ahead when Liam claimed her as his last night. She hadn’t thought that far ahead when she opened her eyes.

Baby steps.

“Yes,” she said softly. “You still need to rehearse,” she reminded him.

Liam had a soft smile on his face as he rolled Riley onto her back. He pressed his knee between her legs, opening them up to him. “After breakfast,” he promised before his lips covered hers.

The Commoner’s Wife:

A/N: As mentioned before, I am getting back into this fic now that I have had a brilliant (subjective) idea for the conclusion of the story. We’ll see how that works out …

When Drake opened the study door, he was stunned. He stumbled backwards a few steps, feeling sucker punched at the sight of Liam’s naked ass, and the sounds of the King … his best friend … fucking.

Fucking Drake’s wife.

He wanted to cover his ears to muffle Riley’s moans as her back arched her off the sofa. He wanted to close his eyes so he wouldn’t see the convulsions as his wife’s body entered le petite mort.

Looks, sounds, actions that were supposed to be reserved for Drake because he and Riley had vowed to forsake all others.

He needed to hit something, but instead settled for screaming his disbelief as his fists clenched and unclenched.

He was so angry; it was if someone had painted the room and all its occupants red. Yet, for all his fury, there was a tiny piece of him that was not surprised. That wondered why it took any of them so long to speak the truth they all shared.

Drake knew it was not yet even 10am, but he needed a drink. He needed to numb himself; he needed to stem the tide of answers flooding his brain. As he walked past the sofa, he saw Brooks tighten her hold on Liam, and in the midst of all of his anger, pain pierced his heart.

She’s clinging to him. She doesn’t care that I’m here, that she’s caught in all of her lies. She doesn’t care that she is filling the hole in my heart with salt.

Fuck you, Brooks!

Upcoming DC AU:

While Riley had always pined after and lusted over Liam, she knew she wasn’t his type.

He was always with a short, skinny white woman.

Always.

Which is why she kept them both in the friendzone. He really was her best friend, and one night of nookie was not worth losing his friendship. Because men tended to quit it after they hit it. Until they got horny again.

Which is why she had trouble believing his weekend confession. His alcohol fueled confession. Actions spoke louder than words, and his actions showed Riley Liam liked his women shorter, thinner, and lighter.

Which is why she was now so disappointed and hurt: Liam had lied to her in one of her most vulnerable moments. Telling her how he had been waiting for her, how he wanted to date her.

Lies.

He had used her to escape a sticky situation.

Liam was a dick. A big, fat, dick.

Riley had reached her building; she climbed the front steps and had just entered her lobby when her phone rang. She fumbled in her coat pocket for it.

“Hello?”

She opened her mailbox, sorting through piles of junk mail, tossing the entire pile in the mail basket.

“Hey, babe. What you doing?” Keith The Bootycall’s raspy voice whispered in her ear.

Riley rolled her eyes but answered him honestly. “Just got home.”

“I miss you. I wanna see you.”

Riley climbed the short flight of stairs that led to her apartment door. Of course you do. “When?”

“Half hour?

Riley pushed her key in the lock. Why not? At least Keith was an honest dick. “I’ll be here.”

What are you working on: @sirbeepsalot @katedrakeohd @glaimtruelovealways @choiceslife @bobasheebaby @jovialyouthmusic @blackcatkita

#long post #dcbbw writes #WIP Wednesday #my wips #WIPs are coming

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