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at some point im gonna make a fic ☝🏾 . maybe
#NO PROMISES lmao#i stayed up all night rereading old fanfics from 10+yrs ago i wrote and it was funny as fuck i had no business writing half of that SAJKDS#rn im kinda swarmed w school and work and ykno just the regular smegular stuff#and im workin on creative projects on the side#but i think some fic writing would be a good exercise to get those creative juices flowin#that and i love me some gojo thats my man fr#i think i sike myself now if i feel like its a task but writing is srsly fun#im gonna make a list of rules or w/e those imagine blogs have so yall can send in prompts soon too
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Hi All! I thought it was time i gave a lil update from this game and how its been going.
I'm one that tends to keep to myself till a project is fully complete or close to complete, but I've gained a lot of asks about this over time and more as of late lol. So thought I'd cut the radio silence a tad and answer a few repeat questions id gotten!
Are you working on the game?
Surprisingly, yeah.
Will this be a completed game to buy?
Definitely not, least not now. My plan is to make a basic demo of the game as building a complete game with the script and everything would take a very long time and a lot to learn!
It would also be a free to play game, as Its a fan game.
When can we see it, are you almost done, videos and updates!!!
Well... 2023 was a busy year for me personally. And as a person who is still learning to animate along with barely any knowledge of game coding. Led to me needing to learn a lot and do trial and error.
A lot of things are temporary placeholders and incomplete textures with testing. So I didn't feel they where good to share progress of.
a lot of it was me learning, trying different styles to work with the game, and sketches throughout.
Can i help with the project????
I do appreciate you all asking for help,But I don't know much about game development and working with a team on this. So it's more of a passion project for me, and so far what I have learned has been nice :>.
I didn't wanna rely and give up on the project or delay it so much due to factors so I'm workin on it alone right now till the project is farther along and more stable.
Will it look exactly like the trailer, what kind of game is it, what all do you have planned for the demo?
Admittedly I had originally made sprites and everything to match the video, but i ended up going for a more chibi type style as its easier to work with.
Its a side scrolling game with rpg like elements.
The current plan is to have two fully completed stages, a mini game, 4 playable characters (2 being Sun and Moon), and some extra features.
Will the demo be out this year?
I can't say, it all depends on how much time i work on it and learn ;o! I don't like to get hopes up, but I work it on it when I can.
Crumbs, please
Some of the daycare and model updates. It's not much, but I find it fun to run around and interact with things lol
So all and all for those really wondering about the project, its still a heavy work in progress. A fun and frustrating one for sure, but Its been nice actually learning to code and design it so far.
Hope this answered a few questions and of course you can ask other stuff about it, I don't mind.
Thank you!
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Elementary, Finale:
pairing: pre-outbreak!joel miller x f!reader
rating: E (18+ only—i choose not to list warnings for this one as not to spoil anything but you know how we get down over here on GMNO, happy endings only. read at your own discretion.) unedited/not proofread (for now)
wc: 7k
series masterlist | joel masterlist
June, 2004
“Don’t you dare,” Joel ordered as he surprised you from the doorway of your bedroom—your former bedroom.
You stood in front of a stack of cardboard boxes labeled “linens”, your hands resting on two sides as though you were caught mid-lift. He walked over to you with a smirk, shaking his head before lifting the box for you.
“You’re already carrying enough,” he said, eyes falling to your swollen belly, six-months into your first pregnancy.
“I think I’m more than capable of carrying a box of sheets,” you countered with a matching smirk, reaching for the box that sat below the one he just stole from you.
“Uh-uh,” Tommy came rushing in, sweeping the box from your grasp. “You got my nephew to worry about.”
“How do you know I’m having a boy?” you asked, following your fiancé and soon-to-be brother in law out of your old home to watch them load the moving truck.
“I can just feel it,” he replied, earning a smile from his older brother.
“I’m still hopin’ for another girl,” Joel admitted as he walked down the rickety metal ramp to meet you as you stood in the walkway, his hands sliding over your belly to rest on your waist. He placed a sweet kiss on your lips before letting you go. “You should go sit in the sunroom with Sarah and Jessie. Make sure they’re keepin’ room for Jesus and all that.”
“Oh, let them be. Not like we have to worry about teen pregnancy—“
“Alright, alright.” Joel covered his ears, wincing at the thought. “Still, I don’t want you workin’ too hard.”
“Joel, I promise, I’m not working hard at all. You and Tommy won’t give me the chance.”
“That’s how it should be,” he countered, walking inside the house with you following behind.
“Guys, guess what?” Sarah and her newly defined girlfriend, Jessie burst into the half-packed kitchen as you stood slowly making your way through your pantry, organizing a keep pile and a donate pile. Joel lifted a brow at her as he started on taking the metal barstools that stood at your kitchen island apart so that they could take up less room in the truck. “Britney Spears is coming to San Antonio next month.”
“Praise to the heavens,” Joel mumbled under his breath, earning a chuckle from you as you rolled you eyes at his lackluster reaction.
“That’s fun!” you replied, looking at the two fifteen year-olds. “How much are tickets?”
“Like thirty bucks,” Jessie sighed, frowning. “My mom’s gonna make me work at the restaurant to earn it.”
“Well, she’s got the right idea,” Joel stood, having disassembled the first stool. “Sarah, why don’t you come work with me and Tommy this week and I’ll buy your ticket.”
“Really?” she asked with a hopeful smile before remembering her fathers line of work. “Wait—at the site? I won’t know what to do.”
“I’m sure we can find somethin’ for you to do.”
“Yeah, I mean…Britney’s worth it,” Sarah sighed and shrugged before walking back into the sunroom with Jessie in tow.
“Hey, did I tell you we got a new hire?” Joel spoke to you as he started on the second stool.
“Oh, that’s good. I thought you were having trouble finding someone?”
“We were, but she got the seal of approval from Tommy. Guess she’s a real jack-of-all-trades type’a builder. S’just what we needed.” You smiled at him proudly, his construction company having taken off this last year and a half. They were almost too busy, too booked, leaving Joel and Tommy to stay behind and work the amount of four people instead of two just so that their projects remained on time. “Hopefully might start gettin’ two days off a week instead of one.”
“That would be nice,” you hummed, walking over to him to slide your hand over his sweaty but irresistible back as he crouched down to unscrew some bolts from the legs of the stool. “I’ve been like a lonely little housewife these last few months. Holed up waiting for my man to come back from the coal mines.”
“Oh, is that right?” He looked up at you with a smirk. It had been a few weeks since the two of you had last been together, long days at the site and, for you, at school forcing you apart. Aside from a few steamy but quick makeouts, you were left longing for your soon-to-be husband. “I been neglectin’ you, huh?”
You nodded, your smile spreading wider as you played along, your voice dramatic and theatrical as you tried on an old-timey southern belle persona. “All I got is this baby I’m brewing to remember you by.”
Joel stood up and dropped his tools on the kitchen counter before letting his hands find your waist, tugging you as close to him as your belly would allow. He leaned in, pressing a featherlight kiss to your cheek that caused your entire body to light with chills as his kisses traveled down your neck.
“Why don’t I take you into the bedroom and give you that attention you’ve been needin’ so bad,” he rasped against your skin, dizzying your mind as you clung to him, breathless and wanting.
“House full of people,” Tommy’s voice sounded, reminding the two of you why you’d gone so long without each other in the first place. “Thought this would be done by now. Been, what, three years?”
“Don’t mind him, his longest relationship has been with the goddamn Longhorns,” Joel mumbled, keeping you hugged to his body. “Don’t know a thing about real love.”
“Yeah, yeah, save me the lecture, old man.” Tommy batted his brother’s teasing away and continued on packing and moving in the living room.
“Have I really been neglectin’ you, baby? All jokes aside,” Joel asked in a whisper pressed to your ear. You squeezed him closer and laid your head on his chest, Joel’s chin resting on top of it as he held you.
“No, I mean…I do miss you, and it has been a while since we last were together, but you’re not neglecting me. You still come home and hold me and talk to me and makeout with me,” you spoke softly, your voice a soothing hum against his chest. “We’re tired people, and especially now with the baby…I didn’t expect you to be clawing my clothes off when I look like a whale—“
“Excuse me?” he snapped, pulling your head from his chest so he could sternly look into your eyes. “None’a that. You’re beautiful…carryin’ our baby. Drives me fuckin’ wild seein’ you like this. M’sorry I haven’t been energized enough to show it, but I promise you, baby…you’re drivin’ me crazy walkin’ around like this.”
His hands slipped to squeeze the globes of your ass that had grown along with your belly and hips and, well, everything else.
“Tommy’s gonna see,” you scolded in a whisper as Joel’s fingers pinched the fabric of your dress until it started to lift, allowing his hands to rest against your skin and the cotton of your panties. Weaker and breathier, you exhaled, “Or the girls.”
“I promise no one’s gonna see,” he rasped, pressing his against your neck.
“Dad, come out here quick! There’s—oh my god! There’s a scorpion!” Sarah’s high-pitched squeal had Joel rushing out into the sunroom, his teasing long forgotten as he searched the room frantically. Sarah pointed in the corner and Joel spotted it, black and bigger than any scorpion he’d seen before.
“How the hell’d you get in here?” he muttered to the insect as he guided the girls inside the house before coming inside as well to grab a cup and the dust pan.
You stood in the frame of the sliding glass door, watching him as he carefully approached the scorpion as though he was Steve Irwin approaching a crocodile.
“They don’t jump, do they?” you asked, wincing as Joel started to make contact, guiding it towards the cup. The girls were behind you as though you were a shield, both of them letting out a squeal when the scorpion tried to strike Joel’s wrist, just barely missing. “Joel, just leave it! This can just be his house now, it’s not worth it.”
“Oh, hush,” Joel barked, keeping focused on the task before him. With either skill or luck, Joel managed to sweep the ground-hog sized scorpion into the glass cup and placed the dust pan over the mouth to keep him inside. “See, I got it.”
“Dad, don’t!” Sarah got gravely serious, sternly ordering her father to remain where he was with a point of her finger. Joel grinned and continued over, making both of the girls squeal and run off through the house.
“It’s so gross,” you cringed, leaning over to look at it through the glass with extreme caution and hesitancy.
“I don’t know,” Joel lifted it to his eye level to study it. “I think he’s kinda cool lookin’. Maybe we can keep ‘em as a pet.”
“Yeah, ri-IGHT—Joel!” you shrieked in terror as he pushed the glass towards you with a bark, making you jump backwards. Joel cackled as he watched you stand with your hand over your heart, your stern eyes watching him unamused. “That wasn’t funny.”
“I thought it was,” he chuckled. You watched him walk out to the backyard and set his new friend free, your heart still thumping in your chest. “Gotta get your heart rate up every now and then.”
“I don’t think you do.” Joel laughed and walked to hold you but was stopped by your hand pushing against his chest. “No, you don’t get to touch me. I almost pissed myself!”
Joel laughed again, proud of his prank. “God, it was good.”
“I’m glad you’re satisfied. I can promise you that’s the only satisfaction you’re gonna get for a while, pal.” Joel poured immediately, following you as you walked through the house out to the front yard where Tommy, Sarah, and Jessie laid out in the grass, staring up at the sky. “Everybody, we’re shunning Joel.”
“What?” he chuckled, looking at you with amusement and affection, so rarely seeing you worked up like this.
“Sure thing,” Tommy replied, mellow and relaxed as he looked at the clouds, a beer in his hand.
“Sounds good,” Jessie agreed before pointing at the sky. “That’s a dragon.”
“Yeah it is,” Sarah agreed. “And why are we shunning dad?”
“He threw the scorpion at me.” You knew you were exaggerating, your smirk growing as you watched Joel scoff at the claim, a look of amazement on the entire time.
“I did no such thing,” he defended. “I jumped it at her—“
“Oh, that’s right. He jumped it at me,” you repeated, still smirking at him. “A pregnant woman.”
“Oh, the pregnancy card again,” Joel playfully sighed, earning a gasp from you.
“Pregnancy card? How dare you?” you laughed. “I rest my case, Sarah.”
“Alright, yeah. Dad’s shunned.” Joel rolled his eyes at you before walking over, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, his chin resting on your shoulder.
“I’m sorry,” he sang, widening your already smitten grin. “I promise not to throw any more scorpions at ya. You forgive me now?”
“Mmhm,” you hummed, melting into him.
“I ain’t shunned?” he murmured, kissing your shoulder innocently.
“No, but the threat’s always there. As you just saw, I have the votes.” Joel chuckled against your skin.
“Trust me, I know my place.”
A Week Later
It was a Friday, you’d been stuck at the house all alone, Sarah off with her dad at the site to earn her Britney Spears ticket money. After doing a few hours of nesting, marrying your things to Joel’s around the house, you perked up at the sight of Joel’s name on the caller ID of your cell.
“Hi,” you sang with a smile.
“Hey baby,” he greeted. “Was wonderin’ if you could pick me and Sarah up in about a half hour?”
“Ooo, I get you home early tonight?” Your smile turned into a grin.
“Yeah, but Sean’s havin’ a barbecue at his place. Invited the whole crew so I guess we should show up.”
“Well, I’m in.”
“See you in a little?”
“Sounds good, baby.”
You smiled as you flipped your cell shut, but the task of dressing yourself quickly wiped your grin away.
You felt like a whale in everything these days, and despite Joel’s eagerness for you each and every day, you felt like a stranger to yourself. Even in the dresses you’d been living in, you felt every change in the way your body used to fill them out. You quickly shooed the insecurity from your mind and dressed yourself for comfort before heading out to go pick the Miller’s up.
Rolling into the construction site, you spotted Joel and Sarah standing in the dirt parking lot out in front of the project, a woman in front of them talking. You furrowed your brows as you got closer, seeing that whoever this woman was, she was pretty—the kind of pretty that makes you wonder why the hell she’s here in a construction lot instead of on billboards and magazine covers.
Your chest felt tight with insecurity as you pulled up to them, hoping with all your might that Joel didn’t try to introduce you to Construction-Barbie.
“Alright, Meg. See ya at the party.” Joel waved to her as he opened the backseat for Sarah, a friendly—too friendly—smile on his face when he hopped in the passenger seat. “Hey baby,” Joel leaned forward for a kiss but you were still too jealous to oblige, giving him your cheek instead. “You alright?”
“Yeah,” you lied, nodding as you pulled out of the lot, the rest of the drive silent besides the pop on the radio and Sarah's soft hums.
After giving the two of them time to change into nicer clothes, all three of you piled into the car again with Joel in the driver's seat. Sarah talked about her day at work, how cool it was to work with Meg, and how surprising it was that the newcomer managed to make her dad laugh. You tried not to picture the scene.
Joel stopped at a grocery store, running in quickly to grab some beer and a few bags of chips to bring to the party while you and Sarah remained in the car.
“Meg sounds great,” you spoke, unable to keep your jealousy to yourself.
“She’s alright,” Sarah replied, seemingly noticing your insecurity. “A little chatty.”
“Your dad didn’t seem to mind,” you mumbled, mostly to yourself.
“She was a little flirty,” Sarah replied. “But dad didn’t seem to notice.”
You tried to shake the jealousy, knowing that it was silly and hormone-driven. Joel loved you. But that didn’t mean that he still couldn’t find someone else attractive at the same time.
At the party, you kept mostly to yourself. You were introverted on a good day, but with this heavy insecurity weighing you down, you found yourself retreating inward while everyone else mingled and carried on.
You were inside the house of Joel’s lead plumber, his wife buzzing around the house as she tried to corral her five children under five. You sat in the living room, watching and praying yours didn’t come out like that—loud and disobedient and restless.
“So, how far along are you?” she asked, breathless as she gave up and sat down on the loveseat across from you.
“Six months,” you replied with a small but friendly smile. “Got any advice for me?”
She chuckled and rolled her eyes. “Besides not havin’ ‘em in the first place? I don’t know—sleep whenever you can. They’ll suck the life outta you if you let ‘em.”
“A little bleak, honey,” Sean, her husband, walked in through the patio door, Joel following behind him.
“It’s the truth,” she argued, giving him a passive aggressive sigh. “It ain’t easy. ‘Specially if there’s only one parent home to do it.”
“Alright,” he chuckled, trying to ease the tension.
You stood, ready to venture beyond the tension anf chaos of the house, even if it meant having to enter the crowded backyard.
“You comin’ out?” Joel asked, holding his hand out for you to take. You accepted it and let him walk you outside. “That was brutal in there.”
“Yeah,” you agreed. Joel’s eyes scanned you as you stood beside him, staring ahead.
“You sure you’re alright? Been awfully quiet,” he noted.
“Yeah, just…feeling a little off today,” you lied.
Spotting a familiar head of strawberry blonde curls snorting with laughter as she stood with Tommy and Sarah by the grill. They both looked comfortable around her, making your stomach curl with a new type of jealousy. She wanted your entire family.
“Joel!” she called once she caught you staring. “Come over here and join us, darlin’!”
You resented the petname. Turning to Joel, you watched as his cheeks flushed, his eyes flickering to yours.
“C’mon,” he looked to you fully, attempting to slide his hand across your back but you stopped him, swatting his arm away. “Baby,” he began, but you were already too worked up to be consoled. “She calls everybody that.”
“Oh, I’m sure,” you muttered.
“Baby, you ain’t really jealous, are you?” He chuckled. Wrong move. With a furrow in your brow, you reached your hands into his pockets and tugged out the keys to the car.
“I’m going home. Call me when you wanna be picked up from your date.”
Joel called after you only once, not wanting to make a scene by raising his voice or following you out.
Back at home, you stewed. What started as hormonal territorialism quickly snowballed into justified rage. She’d clearly met your eyes, seeing you standing there beside him, and ignored you. Then, she proceeded to flirt with him right in front of you. Joel did nothing about it except for defend her, which was what you were currently most angry about.
As you aggressively turned the pages of the book you were reading to distract yourself, you were surprised to see headlights through the window. Closing your book, you got up and peeled through the blinds to see Joel and Sarah stepping out of a taxi, your cheeks heating as guilt set in. You didn’t mean for Sarah to get involved in your fight with Joel.
Hurrying upstairs, you heard the front door open, the two of them speaking downstairs but it was too faint to make any sense. As you stood in the bathroom, hurting your clothes off so that you could jump in the shower, you felt more than heard Joel’s heavy footsteps up the staircase. Soon, after you stepped into the shower, Joel found his way into the bathroom, announcing himself in the doorway.
“We’re home.” His voice was gentle, but carried a sadness to it that made you feel less angry and more guilty.
“Okay,” you managed.
“Can I come in?” he asked, the question lingering in the air for a bit before you answered.
“Yeah,” you decided.
In the matter of a few seconds, Joel was stripped and stepping in behind you, his eyes locked on yours.
“I’m sorry,” he started, stepping closer to you and the stream of water. “I told her that pet-name stuff wasn’t cool with me, but I guess she ain’t as good at listenin’ as she is talkin’.”
“She’s pretty,” you replied, desperate to keep hold of this jealousy.
“Tommy thinks so,” Joel added.
“And you?” He shook his head and rested his hands on the swell of your stomach.
“I’m too busy thinkin’ about you,” he replied. “Thinkin’ ‘bout our family.”
“I know you love me, Joel. It’s not about that,” you sighed, moving to turn around but he stopped you before you could even flinch, forcing you to look at him when you continued. “I want you to think I’m…pretty like that. To want me.”
“You don’t think I want you?” He chuckled, shaking his head in utter disbelief. “For someone who ‘doesn’t want you’, I sure seem to paw at you every minute of every day.”
“I guess you’re right,” you chuckled, finally seeing the light beyond all the dark gray that this storm of jealousy and insecurity you were caught in. “Just seeing you with someone so pretty, who does what you do—“
“First off, she’s alright. She ain’t half as good as Tommy promised me was. M’pretty sure they’re fuckin’ and that’s why he recommended her.” You laughed. “Secondly, I need you to know that it doesn’t matter who I’m standin’ next to. I’m only ever thinkin’ about the next time I get to see you.”
“You’re good at this,” you smiled, reaching to hold his face in your hands. “Defusing the bomb that is a pregnant woman’s mind.”
“You know…I think that’s the first time I ever saw you jealous,” he hummed, leaning in to press a soft, teasing kiss on your lips.
“It happens a lot, I’m just usually good at hiding it,” you whispered back, stealing a few kisses for yourself. “Think you should prepare yourself for more of this crazy. Might be this way until the baby comes.”
“I like the crazy,” he smiled.
Five years later — December 25th, 2009
“Iris, watch out—“ Your five year old daughter ran full speed through the kitchen and living room, your two year old son, Miles, clumsily chasing her with his brand new stuffed dinosaur. It was hard to be mad at either of them, their giggles filling the room along with the crunch of the wrapping paper littering the carpet beneath their feet.
“Alright,” Joel scooped both of his children up and threw them over his shoulder, earning squeals and laughter as he walked them over to the couch you were sitting on. He plopped kids onto your lap but only Miles stayed. Joel sighed and sat down beside you as Iris got up again, a mischievous grin on her face as she stood before the three of you, all eyes on her. “Well,” Joel started, lifting his hands before dropping them back onto his lap. “We paid for a show. Are you gonna sing for us, Hannah Montana?”
“Daddy, where’s the phone?” Iris asked, making a fist and then tapping it to help illustrate what she wanted.
“The microphone? Somewhere in all this mess,” you replied, gesturing to the mountain of wrapping paper on the floor. “Gotta go fishing for it, baby.”
Iris quickly got to work, making an arguably bigger mess as she searched for her brand new toy, a microphone that was supposed to be its own speaker as well, but truthfully wasn’t much louder than Iris’s voice.
“Hey, hey!” Sarah walked in the front door with a smile, two large bags in her hands stuffed full of wrapped presents. When she took in the mess, she frowned. “Ah, did you guys already do gifts?”
“Iris already had them open before we even got downstairs,” Joel replied as he walked to the door to take the bags from his now twenty year-old’s hands before giving her a tight hug. “Martin come along?”
Martin was Sarah’s boyfriend of two years, the pair meeting in her biology class freshman year of college.
“Yeah, he’s getting the bags,” Sarah replied before coming over to hug you tight.
“How are you? How’s school?” You missed having Sarah at the house but were more than proud of her for getting into the pre-med program at Stanford.
“School is school, but it’s been way easier now that we aren’t living in the dorms anymore.”
“Sissy!” Iris rushed up to her sister and waved her new Hannah Montana microphone in her face. “Sing with me.”
“Oh…yay,” Sarah forced a smile but looked to you for help.
“How about we open the gifts sissy brought instead?” you proposed and your daughter instantly agreed.
“How was the drive?” Joel spoke to Martin as he helped him carry the bags upstairs to Sarah’s old bedroom.
“Not too bad. Sarah snored the entire way.”
“Sorry ‘bout that. Think she gets it from me.”
When Joel and Martin returned from the second floor, they immediately found their spots beside their partners, each of them making the same pained groan as they sat down.
“God,” you chuckled, looking to Sarah who was already looking at you. “They’re the same person.”
“Gross. Hate that.”
“You gonna pass out the gifts or what?” Joel asked, unamused by the comparison.
As Sarah and Martin sorted out the gifts, handing a few to Iris, a few to Miles, two to you and one to Joel. Joel shook his head at the box handed to him, but Sarah’s round eyes got her her way every single time.
“Told you no gifts for me,” Joel grumbled as he ripped the wrapping. “Don’t want you spendin’ your money—“
“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” she smiled, sitting down beside her boyfriend. “I think you’ll like this one. It’s a gift for everybody, but I think you’re going to have the most fun with it.”
You watched him rather than opening your own gifts, the small black box in his hand opening to reveal a key. Joel looked up with boyish eyes, shocked and excited and near tears all at the same time.
“What is it?” you asked, plucking the key from his hand.
“This ain’t—how—what?” Joel spoke through his shock.
“What’s it a key to?” you asked again, chuckling at the tears welling up in your husband’s eyes.
“My parents used to own this beat up old ranch in San Antonio, but had to sell it off when Sarah was a kid. I always wanted to buy it back and fix it up, but I just…never got around to it,” Joel finally replied to your questioning, turning to you with wet eyes and a big smile before looking at his daughter and her boyfriend. “How did—“
“My dad’s a realtor and knew the guy who was selling it, so Sarah and I put our money together to buy it back,” Martin detailed.
“In your name, so don’t get too excited. Mortgage isn’t gonna be that bad because we got it at twenty thousand and we put down a decent down payment,” Sarah added. “So, just a few hundred a month.”
“Baby girl,” Joel shook his head and looked down at the key. “How much do I owe y’all—“
“Dad, you took care of me my whole life. You deserve this. Besides, I just signed with a publisher for my book, so—“
“What?” you practically squealed, Miles covering his ears as he sat in your lap. “Congrats, baby girl!”
“Thank you, thank you,” she smiled and bowed, bringing your eyes to the shining rock on her ring finger. Joel seemingly noticed it too because his clapping suddenly ceased.
“What’s that?” he asked, his eyes shifting to Martin’s nervous stare.
“Shit—we were gonna announce it at dinner so Uncle Tommy could be here too, but…” She looked to her boyfriend. “We’re engaged.”
“Oh my god,” you gasped, your hands lifting to your mouth to hide the joy in your smile. “I’m so happy. Oh my god!”
“That’s bad, mommy,” Iris scolded. You nodded but pointed at Sarah’s ring.
“I known, but sissy’s getting married, baby!”
“Dad?” Sarah spoke to her father who sat frozen in shock. You turned to him as well, studying him carefully for any signs of anger or disappointment, but instead found only pride and joy. “Please don’t be mad. Martin wanted to ask first but I told him that’s too old school—“
“Baby, I’m not mad,” he assured softly, shaking his head as his eyes welled with fresh tears. “I’m just so happy.”
“Oh, dad,” Sarah cooed, her own eyes shedding tears as she walked over to hug her father close as he stood up. “I love you so much.”
“I love you, baby girl. So much.” Joel squeezed her once more before letting her go and turning to her fiancé. “And you too by proxy.”
After a long afternoon spent beside Joel at the computer studying the state of the ranch from the pictures Martin pulled up from the realtor, it was decided that Joel would take weekends off of work—not that he usually worked them anymore, the business having taken off so much that it forced him into a more managerial role—and drive down to the ranch to work on it, the kids and you invited of course but he understood if you didn’t want to, after all, “It ain’t gonna be pretty for a while, baby”. You agreed to let him check it out in person first before coming along because it seemed a little too dangerous for the kids with the property’s long, unmowed yard and old, untouched cabin.
Dinnertime came and so did Tommy and his girlfriend of one year—who also happened to be your good friend and a successful attorney—Maria, the two of them walking into a cleaner home than the one Sarah and Martin were greeted with. She had a six year old son, Kevin, who loved to play with your babies every time he came over.
“No fuckin’ way,” Tommy held up Sarah’s left hand to stare at the ring. “You were just a snot-nosed kid a second ago.”
“Yep,” she giggled.
“Well,” Tommy dropped her hand and looked to Martin, giving him a handshake. “You know who you’re gonna answer to if you hurt her.”
“Alright,” Joel interjected as he returned to the kitchen table that the adults were sat at while the kids played in the living room, The Grinch on in the background to busy them even more. He set a bottle of beer down in front of each of you, but Marin was quick to slide her bottle away from her. “No? And I bought the good shit just to impress y’all.”
“It’s just…” She looked to Tommy for help, the younger Miller smirking as he turned to the table.
“We’re havin’ a baby,” he announced and the table roared with applause and cheers. Joel’s smile was the widest, the two brothers locking eyes. Joel lifted his beer up to toast to life and the rest of you gladly clinked your bottles together in agreement. To life, indeed.
March, 2010
“So,” Joel started, a proud but nervous grin on his face as you climbed out of the passenger seat of the car to get a good look at the ranch. “What d’ya think?”
The long, unmowed grass was now trimmed neatly, making the land look so much bigger. Joel had fixed the gate, but you noticed that when he pulled in; he made sure to have a sign placed at the entrance reading “Miller Ranch” to properly fulfill his lifelong dream. The old, rickety cabin was now renovated and converted into a private den in case Sarah and Martin ever wanted to come stay for a while. Beside it stood a brand new ranch house, modest in size compared to the surrounding ranches, but it was big enough to hold three bedrooms, two baths, a kitchen, and a living room. But the part you loved most was the wrap-around porch he built by hand, painted a soft, pale yellow to contrast to the white of the home.
“I think,” you started, a smile growing on your face. “I wanna live here now.”
“Yeah?” he chuckled and approached you at the passenger side door, pressing you against it. “Why don’t we go inside? Maybe…test it out.”
“Mm, might as well take advantage of Tommy and Maria watching the kids,” you replied, your lips ghosting over his.
Joel tugged you along by the hand up the gravel driveway, allowing you the time to admire the little details like the swing he built onto the big oak tree between the den and the house, or the sneak peek you caught of rose bushes in the backyard. With each detail, you fell more and more in love with the property, and what was once a joke now turned into a serious longing—you wanted to move here. Bad.
“Ready?” Joel asked as he opened the screen door and rested his hand on the doorknob of the main, wooden door painted that same, soft yellow. You nodded at him and he opened the house, letting you walk in first, he flipped on the lights behind you as he entered. You gasped at the living room, how spacious but cozy it felt with a fireplace built in, not that the San Antonio weather ever really called for it.
Turning to the other side, you saw the dining room that connected into the kitchen via a square archway. You started that way, admiring the hand-made dining table before walking into the kitchen of your dreams. You let out a moan at the size of it, the brand new appliances that were a surprise but don’t worry, they’re on a lease.
Back in the hall, you carried on, admiring the framed pictures he’d hung of your joined family over the years, the smiling image of Sarah’s mother and Mary and Paul and everyone you’d lost bringing tears to your eyes.
“This is gonna be Miles’ room,” Joel opened the door to a room set up for a kid rather than a toddler aside from the bed with safety rails on it. You smiled at the thought of your son growing up here.
“And this?” you reached for the door across the hall and opened it to find a bathroom, modest but new.
“Kids bath,” he replied. Guiding you to the room beside Miles’, Joel opened it and displayed a soft pink painted bedroom that Iris was going to absolutely adore. “For baby girl.”
“Which means this has to be our room, right?” you asked, reaching for the door across from your daughter's room. “Little close, no?”
“Mm-mm,” he shook his head and entered the room, shutting the door behind him. He made a lot of noise, or at least that’s what you assumed from his heavy feet jumping on the hardwood floors, but you couldn’t hear much of anything. When he emerged, he was breathless and smiling. “Hear anything?”
“Felt you jumping around, but no,” you grinned. “You soundproofed it?”
“Yeah,” he nodded. “Took me a while to get it right but…we can make all the noise we want now.”
“Well,” you began, sliding your hands up his chest as you batted your eyes at him. “Why don’t we give it a proper go?”
“Yeah,” he hummed, leaning down to kiss you teasingly, forcing you to seek more of his mouth in yours. “Come on,” he rasped, tugging you into the bedroom. “There’s one more surprise on the tour before I can get you naked. Go take a look in the bathroom.”
You did as you were told, leaving him by the bed to walk into the en-suite. You gasped at the clawfoot tub perched by a large bay window, looking out at the garden of flowers he’d planted.
“Joel��you—“ You shook your head, eyes now raining tears as you stood in the middle of the bathroom. Joel laughed and came over to hold you as you buried your face in his chest. “I love you so much.”
“I love you, baby,” he chuckled, amused by your reaction. “You like it, I take it?”
“Like it?” you lifted your head and shocked him with the amount of tears soaking your eyes. “I’m about to get down on my knees.”
“You can get down on your knees after I get my fill, how about that?” he husked against your cheek as he kissed your tears. “Go lay down on the bed, baby. Everything off.”
You didn’t waste any time in obeying, practically skipping out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. Your shoes and jeans came off first, then your top, and finally your undergarments before you climbed onto the mattress to test it out. Joel walked in but remained patient at the foot of the bed as you laid in the center of the mattress, beckoning him closer with the curl of your finger. Joel grinned and peeled his t-shirt off before slowly, painfully slowly, undoing his belt and jeans.
“Roll over,” he commanded. “Wanna see somethin’.”
“I wonder, what ever could that be?” you joked, rolling onto your stomach and instinctively arching your ass into the air. Joel’s knees dipped the mattress as he crawled onto the bed behind you, his hands gripping the globes of your ass as he let out a groan.
“So pretty like this,” he hummed before surprising you with a broad lick up the seam of your cunt. “My country girl.”
“I’ll be whatever you want me to be, just don’t stop.” Joel laughed at your plea but obliged, licking you again. He kept at it, his tongue greedily and filthily lapping up every inch of you it could find before tensing and burying into your cunt while his fingers rubbed circles over your clit.
“Mm,” he hummed as he pulled away for a moment to speak. “There’s a gift for you in the nightstand. Why don’t you have a look?”
You chuckled hesitantly and crawled over the mattress to reach into the nightstand on your side of the bed, finding a long black box inside. You pulled it out and turned over to sit, facing Joel as he sat on his ankles at the foot of the bed. “Open it.”
“Is this—“ You silenced yourself by opening the box, your eyes taking in the sight of one of those wands you’d been desperately dropping hints about wanting to try out. “Oh, baby. You’ve got competition now.”
“Oh, do I?” he smirked, crawling to lay over you, forcing your head to rest back against the pillows. “That’s alright. Gettin’ too old to do all that work anyways. Might as well take all the help I can get.”
“You know you’ll always have one thing no one else has,” you purred, reaching to stroke his cock as it rested on your belly. “They couldn’t replicate this if they tried.”
“Mm,” he smiled against you. “You’re just flatterin’ me now.”
“Uh-uh,” you shook your head. “It’s perfect. The way you fill me up, the way it feels inside. I’ll never get enough.”
“Fuck, baby,” he whined against your jaw as he nibbled there. “Turn it on, wanna get you ready to take me. So damn hard for you, can’t even think.”
You flipped on the vibrator, gasping at the power behind it while Joel simply groaned.
“Go on,” he urged. “Press it to your clit, baby.”
“Fuck,” you hissed as you lowered it to your bundle of nerves, the whir of the vibrations making your thighs tense and jerk, but Joel’s hips stopped them from closing.
“Does it feel good?” he asked against your pulse as he kissed the skin there.
“Yes,” you panted. “But I want you.”
“Not ‘til you cum,” he replied, trailing his fingers down your belly, past the vibrator, and into your soaked entrance. You let out an animalistic moan, something primal and so unlike yourself. “God, baby,” he moaned against you as he curled his fingers up towards that dizzying spot inside. “You don’t make those noises for me. Maybe I do got competition.”
“Joel,” you whined, unsure of what to say or how to describe how good it felt to have him inside you along with this gift of an invention. “Please. Please.”
“Cum on my fingers,” he ordered, low and dark and right into your ear. “Then I’ll give you what you want.”
As if your body had simply been awaiting the order, you came immediately, squeezing him as you writhed beneath his weight, the vibrator turned off and tossed across the bed. Joel slid into you while you were still clenching around nothing, your breath getting knocked out of your lungs at the force of his thrusts inside. You felt like you transcended into some sinful sort of heaven, one where only you and Joel resided.
“God, baby,” he whined, his arms slid beneath the arch of your back to hug you tight as he pounded into you. “So fuckin’ wet. God, I need to cum. Been too long.”
“Those fuckin’ kids,” you managed a joke, earning a laugh before he found his rhythm again.
“Baby, fuck,” he warned, his voice as wrecked as yours as you screamed his name into the empty home, your nails scratching down his back as you begged him to let you cum again, as if he ever denied you. “Go on,” he urged, sitting up on his knees to watch his cock disappear into you only to come out covered in your shine. “Fuck, come on. Cum for me. Right fuckin’ now, baby.”
“Oh!” you screamed, again unlike yourself, and clawed at his arms for purchase as your orgasm hit so hard it might have been painful if it hadn’t felt so fucking good. “Joel, please, please, please. Cum inside me.”
“Yeah,” he agreed, his face scrunched up as he watched himself let go into your pussy, his eyes glued to where you were connected while pulsed inside of you with a deep growl. When he pulled out, he quickly lowered himself to the mattress and nestled between your thighs, fucking his spend back into you with his finger while his tongue swiped round and round over your clit until you were begging him to stop. “Too much?”
“For now,” you grinned. “How much longer do we have until we have to get back on the road?”
“I’d say a couple hours,” he replied, sated but a hint of mischief in his voice. “We could always try out that new bath.”
“God, I love you.” You pulled him up and kissed deeply. “So glad you showed up to that parent teacher conference.”
“Thank you for givin’ Sarah and I a family again,” he whispered. “I love you so much, baby. I—gonna get me all choked up. I love you.”
“I love you.”
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#pedro pascal#pedro pascal fic#pedro pascal fanfiction#pedro pascal smut#pedro pascal fluff#joel miller#joel miller fic#joel miller x reader#joel miller x y/n#joel miller fluff#joel miller angst#joel miller x reader smut#joel miller x you#joel miller smut#joel miller reader insert#elementary
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So the past week I’ve been workin on a big project and it’s finally done! Mostly
It’s @xitsensunmoon’s beloved bhtf moons cloak and hooooo boy making this was fun but also challenging. First real sewing project I’ve done and it all started with just a convo of “Huh. That looks pretty cozy.. wait.”
I’m going to a Ren faire in October so I’ll see if I can take some better pictures when I wear it then :)c
Imma put a couple progress pictures and some rambling below <3
So funny thing, I had no idea what I was doing while I was making this. I had PLANNED on following a physical pattern, but then I saw it was $20 in the store and was like 💀 hell no.
Ended up trying to follow some videos and did not pay attention to them saying I needed a fabric that’s 60” in width but I’d already bought something that was 43” so I’m sitting there thinkin “guess I’m improvising.”
Blooper on this picture; I accidentally painted the stars on the same side for those two pieces so I ended up needing to repaint one of them lmaO.
I love how the metallic gold turned out!! I was kinda nervous but it shows up so nice and reflects in the light well so I’m happy hehe
Same with the red paint!! Happy with how well it shows up against the black. The bottle kept exploding when I opened it but thankfully the cloak did not get caught in the cross fire, it was just my hands that ended up red and sparkly ✨ idk why but the paint had glitter in it.
Faux fur is so messy btw there’s sooooo much fluff everywhere but it was worth the mess because look at how cozy and warm it looks wahhhh. I sewed one side with a machine but then hand stitched the other to secure it in place.
Gonna touch up a couple things later like hemming the bottom a bit to prevent future fraying and then either adding magnets so it can easily attach to my shoulders orrrr a clasp that looks like two crescent moons. Or both. Both is good.
If you’ve made it this far I’m giving you some cookies of your favorite flavor 🍪
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hi i think youre cool and i found you from adventures-for-drowsytown and i want to be friends if thats okay is that okay also im so normal about side order i heard you were also normal about side order
hi!!! hiiiii we can be friends YAY!! glad you like the AIDT project - it started as fanart for someone else's fanart how the fuck did it blow up so much. i recycled a character from a game im workin on dammit yall like patricia's descent into madness so much!!
yeah im normal about side order. beat the main campaign, haven't got eight's pallete yet. i want to kiss pearls little orb on the forehead because she's so cute niceys. souv3nir makes me rip my shirt off its soo good. i love the direction they went for the ost they let marina on the sorting algorithms and she wont let go of them.
oth i love you.
also SO is like the perfect framing device for a hatchetfield incident. pokotho's fun tower of fuck you. paralell canon? more like the hive from TGWDLM. send eight and acht in there to find the doomed yuri after order vaccumed in an eldritch god instead of a random soul.
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Moulin Rouge Discotrain AU (part ten)
Summary: (Post-game canon) The Conductor and DJ Grooves agree to finally work on a movie together. They come up with 'Moulin Rouge', a musical drama filled with romance. Over time the two directors grow closer and discover that maybe they don't hate each other as much.
Beginning | Previous | Next
Word count: 853
Warnings: None
Author's notes: I wasn't going to post this up just yet but I feel like I shouldn't leave people on a cliffhanger with the sort of two part piece next. I now have another OC (the collection grows) so meet Cody!
Grooves fidgeted in his seat, unable to stop stressing.
Conductor rested a hand over one of his flippers.
"Quit it. Yer making me nervous too," the owl hissed.
The two of them had agreed to an interview with the press about their new movie.
They'd agreed to only talk to one interviewer, who would pose questions from fans and different news companies.
Which was why Grooves and Conductor were sat side by side, awaiting the questions that would be posed to them.
The cat that was acting as their interviewer seemed nice enough and excited to meet them. They had black fur like most of the Metro cats but had green eyes instead of the usual yellow.
"I'm sorry. I can't help it," Grooves replied.
"If it's about you being Christian then don't worry. You were the perfect choice for his role," Conductor comforted.
Grooves shot his companion a small smile.
"And we're going live in five, four, three, two, one-" the camera person counted the in.
"Hi, I'm Cody and I'm here today with esteemed directors The Conductor and DJ Grooves! We're going to be talking about their new collaborative movie Moulin Rouge," Cody started. "But first off, how are you two doing today?"
"Good," they replied in unison.
"So, what's it like working with each other? Cody asked. "Your infamous rivalry seems to have been pushed aside for this project."
"It's pretty fun actually," Grooves answered, looking over at Conductor.
"I don't know if we have a rivalry anymore, to be honest. This peck neck has actually been half decent. I can see myself workin' with him again sometime," Conductor admitted, looking over at Grooves as he said it.
Cody smiled as the two birds looked back over at them. "And what are your roles? It's well known you always play roles in your movies."
"I won't be starring," Conductor responded. "But Grooves here is going to be starring as one of the main characters. He's the perfect person I could've cast."
Grooves' breathing sped up, chest tightening again.
Cody's and Conductor's words faded into the background as he tried to keep his breathing even, tried to refocus.
But he couldn't. Grooves couldn't drag himself out of the pressure that he felt like drowning in.
What if he couldn't live up to Conductor's expectations?
He forced himself back into focus when someone tapped him on the shoulder.
The penguin looked over at the owl, who had a sympathetic look about him.
"Back with us?" Conductor asked gently, keeping his voice quiet enough that only Grooves could hear him.
"Yeah. Sorry. How much did I miss?" Grooves frowned, keeping his voice at an equal level.
"A bit but it's fine. You clearly weren't feelin' great. Don't worry about it," Conductor reassured, his thumb gently rubbing circles into Grooves' shoulder.
"What's happening now?"
"Advert break. We've got a few more minutes until the second half," Conductor explained.
Grooves sighed, closing his eyes behind his sunglasses.
"Or…we could just leave."
Grooves opened his eyes and looked at his friend.
"We can't do that. You worked so hard to get this interview on our terms," Grooves protested. "Connie, you can't-"
"But yer not happy. You did something for me when I was sad. So I owe you one," Conductor interrupted, standing and pulling Grooves up with him. "Come on. We can go the cinema. On me this time."
Grooves chuckled. "And what's the press going to think of the fact that we both ran off in the middle of an interview?"
"Peck it. I want to make you happy."
"Fine then."
"Let's go."
Conductor held onto Grooves' arm, dragging the penguin back to the room they'd left their things in.
"Oh, hey guys, do you need to go?" Cody asked.
"Yes. Urgent business, you know how it is," Conductor lied, picking up his satchel.
"Oh well, good luck! Can't wait to see the movie when it comes out." Cody offered a grin.
"Bye darling," Grooves said quickly before Conductor dragged him out the building.
"It's not like we have to go so fast," Grooves laughed as the two of them walked quickly down the street.
Conductor slowed down before coming to a stop. "Sorry."
"No, it's fine."
"It kind of works that we left. They're showing one of my movies and one of your movies back to back at the cinema," Conductor said, letting go of Grooves and walking slower down the street.
"You planned this, didn't you?" Grooves questioned, catching up to Conductor.
The owl stared down at the street as they walked.
"Perhaps. But I knew you probably wouldn't enjoy the interview. So I timed it that we would only have to be there for the first half then we could leave and go to the cinema," Conductor explained.
Grooves put a flipper on Conductor's shoulder, forcing the owl to stop.
His co-director looked up at him, jaw tensed.
"It's kind of you. Thanks Connie."
"Shut up peck neck."
Grooves snickered, picking up Conductor's hat off his head. "Very kind of you."
Conductor scowled up at him, swiping his hat back.
"Not kind."
#ahit#a hat in time#discotrain#dj grooves#the conductor#ahit oc#ahit au#ahit conductor#ahit dj grooves#ahit moulin rouge au#moulin rouge discotrain au
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My Ideal Nightmare Time 3
Even though I know some people are getting burnt out on Hatchetfield (and I am hoping the next stage musical besides VHSCC is something else) I'm still looking forward to Workin' Boys, the finale of the whole thing (I hope they actually do it at some point), and hopefully a third season of Nightmare Time.
There are definitely some characters I'd like to see further explored in the Hatchetfield multiverse, so here's what my ideal Nightmare Time Season 3 would look like. I'd love to hear what others think about all of this as well as what they've been hoping for.
Minor spoilers for Nerdy Prudes Must Die will be discussed, but not until close to the end and I will provide a clear warning when they're about to come up.
I'm assuming this hypothetical third season once again has six stories, just like the previous two, so with that being said...
Becky Barnes Finally Climbs the Damn Tree: Look, they've been teasing us for years about this particular story. We know they have a song ready for it. And while it could end up just being a thing that's referred to but context is never given, I think this is the most likely story to end up in Nightmare Time, and it's the one the fandom seems to want the most as well.
A Story at the HFPD: The two most surprising omissions from the list of characters who have gotten a Nightmare Time story about them are Charlotte and Sam, and really, we haven't seen much of their relationship in general. I think it'd be interesting to explore that while doing a story involving one of their workplaces, and since CCRP has been featured in multiple Hatchetfield projects already, I'd love to see the inner workings of the HFPD. It'd be especially fun since we now have characters like Detective Shapiro added to the canon, and I can see her butting heads with Sam.
A Deeper Dive Into PIEP: Something else I'm surprised we haven't seen much of in Nightmare Time so far is PIEP. MacNamara seems to be a fan-favorite character so I'm sure we'd all love to see more of his life, like his husband and characters like Xander Lee (who also appears to be a favorite of many for some reason?). I could see this being the season finale, since the Black and White seems to be the be all, end all, of Hatchetfield's troubles.
Deb Has Her Own Drama: So far, all we've seen of and heard about Deb has centered on Alice and been tinged largely by her perspective. I'd like to learn more about Deb firsthand. That's not me saying Alice can't also be in the story (in fact, I'd really enjoy that) but I know in at least one timeline it seems they broke up so I could see StarKid exploring a post-split Deb and what she does with her life next. I'd also love to see Ziggs come back for this story since we know they have some sort of relationship as well.
THERE WILL BE MINOR SPOILERS FOR NPMD FROM HERE ON OUT
Ritchie and Ruth (and Possibly Max/other Football Players?): Several of the main NPMD characters have already made their Nightmare Time debuts, and I think if another season were to happen it'd be likely for the others to get theirs. Not sure what the story would be, but it'd be interesting to see a scenario kind of like we started to see near the end of NPMD's first act, with something happening to make the two sides (nerds and jocks) get along. It would probably be whatever the horror scenario is making them reluctantly work together and then find respect for each other by the end (at least, whoever survives the ordeal).
Fuck It, Holloway and Duke Again: In my mind, it wouldn't be a Nightmare Time season without these two coming to save the day in some form or another. Maybe it could be after Holloway changed to Holiday and she has to deal with reinventing herself (likely not for the first time), but probably in a different timeline than Season 2's. Yeah they've already had two episodes as leads/major supporting players, but they still haven't appeared onstage (even though most of us thought they would in NPMD) so this can maybe make up for that disappointment. :)
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Pass the happy! 🌻🌈 When you receive this list 5 things that make you happy and send this to 10 of the last people in your notifications!💖
I remember doing something similar but I’ll choose 5 different things <3
1.) Friends on campus Uayayay. Anxiety sticks to me like the hair on my head, LIKE THE SPAGHETTI STAINS IN THAT ONE BOWL. Lmao I think it’s funny they first reached out because of the,,interesting stickers on my laptop + my Sailor Moon wallpaper/phonecase. We work on projects a lot in our librarby’s study rooms which is fun & chaotic <3
2.) My HAIR. I look SO delicious the frohawk is really workin for me (I feel like Genya,,,,,only bc of Mohawk this is so cool). Though I didn’t shave the sides of my head, I can’t bring myself to do it, maybe one day
3.) My dog, my pupperoni KARMAAAA!! I loaf her very much she’s so squish & looks like this
Isn’t she the greatest :)?
4.) Oatmeal raisin cookies. Delicious, scrumptious & yummy. I think im addicted. I don’t get why ppl feel “betrayed” I guess when what look like chocolate chip cookies turn out to be oatmeal raisin, I’ll fuck them up any day. If you don’t want your oatmeal raisin cookies send them to me
5.) Sea slugs!!! Loaf them a lot they’re so squishy & squiggly & I need them all in my house Now <3
#coconut octo (mod talking)#🐙 Asks#saunne#Karma’s not a puppy she’s almost 3 actually#she’s puppy in my eyes <3#sea slugs r so cool#could look at them all day#o yea my laptop stickers#uhhhh another friend gave them to me senior year of HS#interesting anime ladies that’s all I’ll say#I put the game ones on my laptop the others r sitting in a drawer somewhere
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“Hi! What’cha working on?”
-- @nemekii ( feat. Hoppy )
"Hey, Hoppy. I'm workin' on a journal fer my tabletop rpgs I sometimes play. I wanna keep a log of all my characters an' stuff. Keeps me organized an' sides, i's kinda fun ta make. Ya know? I wanna turn this journal inta a grimoire." And among all her projects, she looks to the stuffed rabbit. Well. . .when given the toy, she hadn't expected it to actually. . .be alive. Even so, Hoppy has been a sweetie. A joy to have, Nicole thinks.
"Wanna help?"
#nemekii#༼ 🌟 open your messages! ༽#lemme know if you need me to change it#I just figured this would be an easier route to go
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Been silent for a while so I thought Id give an update
Brain has been absolutely FLOODING with ideas for different projects I wanna make like stories and games as well as fanart pieces I realized I never did that I really wanna do and its been so much that Im having a hard time functioning as my brain is constantly dividing itself (Dont worry Im still happy just overwhelmed with thinks ;v;)
I've been experimenting around with softwares to see whats best for me to continue animating in/most comfortable and sadly scrapped some Ideas but I have settled on my next animation a big reanimation project for Sonic adventure where I try to reanimate all of gammas cutscenes. This is definitely gonna be a longer project but I have already started doing sketches to get an Idea of how to render em in my own style heres a little peak at that .
Im also doing a bit of a fan piece on the side of my favorite souls borne boss ever Pontiff Sulyvahn or as I call em MY BOI POPE SULL. Legit a great antagonist and just hands down the coolest fromsoft boss heres a look at that too.
I actually have more dine than this but not a lot more?
Anywho for game Idea stuff Im still workin on my little Weaver knight project I'm almost done Sir Apells reference sheet then I will be moving on to other characters and regions like "The Storied Knight" or "Craneus the fountain of scholars". This project always gets me super giddy and Ive even started thinking of a sequel game called "Voyager"
Heres some looks into these.
The whole Idea of the first game is to literally weave your way through levels with different types of thread that do different things enemies that can only be defeated with weaving and puzzles that work around the different thread types
And then we have story Ideas these are jumbling around in my brain the most sadly I dont have any art for the most of them that I havent shown already but the list goes
Tales of Uvanos - I really cant share much on this one without giving away its big twist but... Magical fantasy setting with some """fun""" takes in things like Dragons Magic and Bird People ;v;
Endless wilds - Monster hunter/Ghibli style post apocalypse with """"Magic"""" being more like an extremely unstable element on the periodic table than actual magic Robot tries to raise a Human child who thinks shes a Bird also sinister somethings crawling back up from a long gone age.
Unnamed scifi project - pretty simple people fight eachother in giant mechs theres a dinosaur alien dude antagonist simply named Shred who I do have a sketch for <:D
Prefantasy - FANTASY WORLD BUT SET IN THE CRETACEOUS PERIOD the people are trying to figure out the mystery of "the growing star"
I will eventually give all these original projects unique tags when they start getting really fleshed out but until then I got nothin.
Anyhow thats all I got for now hopefully this brain dump helps me get back to a functioning state so I can get back to work on...well ALL THIS O/_ [,,,,,,]
Anyhow sorry thank you GOODNIIIIIIIGHT
#update#brain dump#art wip#art#digital art#work in progress#sonic#Sonic adventure#animation#story ideas#fromsoftware#dark souls#ds3#game idea#original work#fanart#pontiff sulyvahn
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Also btw to all the ppl I haven’t done character emoji designs for yet (I stare at my ask box and feel immense guilt every time)
I will get to all of them I pinky promise - my brain is just jumping around with projects and ideas- and I’m kinda going with it
I will get to all of em- I have em saved in my photos to remind me of em
They just kinda a side project for fun and when I feel I need to get my creativity workin
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WIP Update - 18 May 2022
I was on vacation last week, so this is a combo update. Over the past 2 weeks, I touched 4 fics (2 WIPs & 2 new works) for a total of 3277 words, most of which were on a single fic! @psychiccatpanda posted the first chapter of our WinterIronHawk ‘accidental demon summoning’ collab fic and I posted a Stucky-by-proxy Incubus AU ficlet (updated from here) over on Ao3. Friday before last, I posted a ‘gradually moving in together’ WinterHawk ficlet for Flash Fiction Friday.
I’m sitting at 12 active WIPs (with a couple of maybe TBCs) with my current deadlines being the WinterHawk Bingo and Stucky Bingo which wrap up the end of May. I did sign up for the @steverogersbingo, which will send out cards starting 1 June.
On the crafting side, I have one Stuffed With Character commission slot open for June and 4 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’re up to Chapter 6 of Tony and Clint and Bucky shenanigans (1914 words at the moment) - kicking off with Ty as an Awful Boyfriend before bringing in a couple more members of the gang!
I plan to use Chapter 2 (possibly posting this Friday) for my BBB K5 - Tony Stark | Iron Man, and possibly Chapter 3 (posting 5/27) for my WHB FREE square.
WinterHawk Bingo - Round 3 [WHB_R3] (Runs thru 31 May 2022)
Fourteen fills posted - one WIP at the moment - I got my Row 1 bingo and am one square away from B column and I column bingoes - my goal is to get at least one of those completed by the end of next month.
* B5 - Huddling for Warmth - thinking about combining this with one of the Meet Ugly Writing Prompts I reblogged: 02. I bought a house three months ago but I’m finally moving in and discover you’ve been squatting because you’re homeless.
* I3 - Happy Bucky Barnes - seems a good match with my BBB Happily Ever After square - this may be a moodboard/ficlet Wedding Day combo
* N3 - FREE - Probably filling this with Chapter 3 of You Can’t Stop it with a Gun - Young Clint is given the choice between going to jail or joining a shadowy organization - but this time it’s not SHIELD. It’s in progress and up to 503 words.
Current Last Line: Kostya listened intently, but couldn’t hear a thing that sounded like choppers.
If I get stuck on this fic - then I’ll probably use Chapter 3 of The Devil Is in the Details (Sign on the Dotted Line)
Stucky Bingo - Round 3 [SB R3] (Runs thru 31 May 2022)
23 fills with 2 WIPs, and one Vague Idea. I’ve got Column B and I, and Row 1 bingos and am hoping to score a blackout, as I have one adopted fill done and another drafted.
* N3 - FREE - I was inspired by the May challenge to combine this with my BBB Merpeople square and work on a a continuation of Something’s Starting Right Now that adds Steve to the WinterHawk mix. I’m already 526 words in and have just introduced Steve into the story. I should have enough words to be able to pull a WinterHawk Bingo prompt in as well - maybe Huddling for Warmth or the FREE square, if nothing else.
Current Last Line: Recalling the storm of a few days prior, Clint suspected the human was the survivor of a sunken ship ... and that he wouldn’t survive much longer.
* N5 - KINK: Sugar Daddy - Filled this with Chapter 4 of Takin’ What They’re Givin’ (‘Cause I’m Workin’ for a Livin’) - Mission Four: Pour Some Sugar: Part 1 - Steve invites Bucky to meet him in New York for a weekend. This posted on the 6th and also filled my STB Bingo ID Porn square.
* G4 - KINK: End of the world sex - got some help brainstorming during March’s Discord server party - I may be writing a porn parody of (some part of) Infinity War 😁 including Thanos wielding something other than a glove for the Infinity (of Sex) Stones.
* O2 - AU: A/B/O - planning to use this on the next chapter of Flawed Hypothesis, which is Steve POV and currently sitting at 69 words. Faustess might be helping out on this as well?
Current Last Line: But now they were living in a new century, where men could love and marry other men.
* ADOPTED2 : Incubi/succubi AU - Using a poem I wrote years & years ago as lead-in for a Stucky-by-proxy/established relationship fic - A Stolen Moment posted this morning and came in at 424 words.
A Warm Light Zine - Due 20 Jun
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 467
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.
* G4 - ID Porn - see Stucky Bingo - KINK: Sugar Daddy above
* 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)
Four 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 currently sitting at 400 words.
Current Last Line: “How come I’m the errand boy?”
* 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
* C1 - Merpeople - see Stucky Bingo FREE square
* 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 😁
* C5 - “This might as well happen” - possible crossover with WHB Huddling for Warmth?
* 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.
* K5 - Tony Stark | Iron Man - see The Devil is in the Details 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.
* Y5 - Happily Ever After - see WHB Happy Bucky Barnes above
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On other creative fronts: I have a Bub the Zombie in progress with Gritty and Argoman in the works. I currently have 1 June slot available and 3 for July.
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2k3/7 Raph Don - #
| send me “#” for cell phone headcanons about our muses including:
"jeez ain't we done rumagin' through my phone yet? for fucks sake"
As with previous 03/07 I'll point out any changes between the times
-what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone
'Donnie'
"hmm well 'hat's easy, Donnie course what I put 'em as. Yeah sure ain't nothing unique lots call Don, Donnie even Mikey at times. But well he always Donnie ta me. No differe 'han how he calls me Raphie still I guess. Just was easier when we were jus' tots an' all. Don comin' ta me cryin' 'Raphie, Raphie, Raphie' onve small 'hings. But I always answered." he chuckles a little at the memory " uh still sorta dose it now thinkin' bout it now?" He rubs at the side of his head "Though I useta do it too...mostly if I saw a bug since he never mind grabbin' 'em" He shrives a bit he still hates them.
"Jus' what we do. Others may use the nicknames. I don' mind much if family uses it but I guess it jus' got different meaning with Don an' I."
- what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone
[image description ] A photo of Donnie clearly facing the camera a obvious annoyed glare aimed at Raphael who took the photo with some grease smuges coating their olive skin. Nothing about this photo is flattering to say the least. As Don's beak is even pouting when seeming aware of them getting thier picture taken.
That usual little chuckle rumble out over Raphael's tongue now shoulders shaking slightly even "I told 'em he was lokkin' real hot for Von an' his date. Said she gonna change their plans second she sees 'em even." he chuckles more explaining the look on Don's face for the contact photo. "Sometimes Don asks me ta help 'em wit' his projects. Was wantin' ta fix up the tank. I may not know much with the techy stuff but I know the maniacal side's makin' sure nothin' gonna blow out the engines afta all." Raph soon smiles to himself. "I kind of 'ike gettin' ta work wit' 'em 'ike this. We jus' take up own spaces to do what we gotta do. Throw on some rock music. Sometimes we use it as a chance to share song wit' each other. An' jus' talk. Nothin' speical sometimes we just bitchin' to the other. I love hearin' Don get mad it's funny. He don' think it funny but eh it's funny. Might talk 'bout Casey and Von even or complain 'bout Mikey an' Leo. Sometimes nice thin's depends. Mostly we joke an' such. Dunno maybe cause he workin' but it's fun workin' on stuff with Don cause of how his mood seems ta change. Jus' fun. Even those times he wanna swing a sludge hammer on me."
07 - [image description] is almost the same but Donnie is smiling in the photo, shell cycle behind the purple banded turtle.
"I had stopped usin' that bike..since Don made it for me so it went wit' out a lotta love. So I asked Don 'bout fixin' it together...cause I missed those old times." Soft sadden smile over lost times for stupid reasons.
- what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone
'our love' by Bee Gees (songs about brotherly love and it just sweet preform in honor of brother after getting a grammy ;3;)
I hold you near but you're so far away
And it's losing you I can't believe
To watch you leave and let this feeling die
You alone are the living thing that keeps me alive
And tomorrow if I'm here without your love
You know I can't survive
Only my love can raise you high above it all
"I love my brother a lot at 'hat. He's my favorite outta the three of 'em. One i'm closest to. I can say we are also friends and not jus' brothers. I can talk to 'em and such but..damn I wish he trust me a bit more ya know?"
07: *same song just different secont of lyrics
We can take the darkness and make if full of light
But let your love flow back to me
How can you leave and let this feeling die
This happy room will be a lonely place when you are gone
And I won't even have your shoulders for the crying on
No other women's love could be as true, I'm begging you
"I neva' changed the song..but the meanin' has changed for me. I put it at a different spot even cause of it. I missed him alot."
- my muse’s last text to your muse
03 :
[text] Donnie if ya awake
[text] who I kidding. -_-
[text] I needja! :O
[text] bring a hammer! or a torch! yeah Torch I need ta fuckin burn this nasty ass bug to ashes! >:I
07 :
[text] saw ya were low grab ya some coffee, left on the counter
#muse| hamato rapheal#madamkezzie#aflockoffeathers#[ you think first i hit first aflockoffeathers]#phone contact meme#stayed qeued#ic reply#((twins! also would have made the 07 text sad buuuuut I got something else for that uwu))
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‘Dollface’
Dallas Winston x Reader
Warnings: none
Requested by @bartxnhood
“Hey Y/n”, I turn and grin. “Hey freshie, whatcha need?”, Ponyboy rolls his eyes. “I was wondering if ya could help me with this project I’m workin’ on? I got some of it done, but this last parts givin’ me trouble”, I grin. “Of course, my place or yours?”, he smiled with relief,”could ya’ come to mine? You know how I feel about goin’ to yours”.
I nod understandingly, I don’t blame him, if my dad found out, he’d kill us both. A horn honking made me jump out of my thoughts. “Y/n! Come on~”, I glanced at my friends and waved,”just a sec!”. I turned back to Pony,”I’ll swing by at 5!”, I told him, already waving and running towards my friends car. I heard a small ‘see ya’ as I hopped in.
“Thanks Betty!”, I jumped out of the car, waving to her. “No problem! Have fun- but not too much fun~”, I rolled my eyes and scoffed as she drove off.
I opened the yard gate and made my way to the door, swinging open the screen door to knock. I heard a muffled ‘just a sec’ and some shuffling. The door opened and Darry appeared. He gave me a small smile,”Hey Y/n, helpin’ Pony?”, I nodded and he moved to let me in.
I see Pony sitting on the couch, too focused to notice me. A couple of wolf whistles came from the kitchen as I took my shoes off at the door. I looked over to see Two-bit and Steve grinning at me. “Will you guys ever not do that?”, I rolled my eyes at them and sat down on the couch, finally getting Pony’s attention.
“Hey Y/n”, “Hey Pony, show me what your workin’ on”.
Time passed by quickly, us listening to whatever what was on the radio and the boys rough housing with each other. Then the door swung open. Everyone turned towards the door, Dally sauntered in, “Well Well, look who decided to show up to the party”, Two-bit said in between bites of a chicken leg. Johnny came in quietly after him, immediately noticing me. I smiled and waved him over, patting the seat next to me.
He sat with me as Dally started to talk,”Shut it Two-bit, I ain’t here for you-“, I stared down at my paper as holes were burned into my head by Dally. “I’m here for them”, I could practically hear the smirk in his voice as he stepped towards me.
My heart ached, I swallowed the lump in my throat. An arm swung over my shoulder as Dally shoved Pony out of the way, practically pushing him off the couch, and hopped over the couch to sit next to me. “Hey Dollface, it’s been a minute, yeah?”, I gripped my pencil,”leave me be Dallas”, out of the corner of my eye I saw his smirk falter slightly.
“What’s it gonna take for you to like me Doll? I’ll do anything~”, he twisted a strand of my hair between his fingers. I huffed, my heart fluttered at his words, but then sunk as I thought about how many people he must’ve said that to. “Just- leave me alone”, I turned away from him,”Doll-“, Darry cut him off.
“Knock it off Dal, they gotta help Pony with a project”, it wasn’t a threat, but it sure sounded like one, Dally raised his hands in defeat, getting up from the couch. “Alright alright”, he sauntered off to the kitchen with the rest of the guys, I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding.
“He didn’t scare you, did he?”, Johnny placed a comforting hand on my shoulder, whispering, as to not intimidate me. I sighed shakily,”no, I’m okay”, I brushed off his hand, turning to help Pony again, feeling the worried stare of Johnny on my back.
After working for a couple more hours, his project was almost completed. I looked outside to see the Sun about to go down,”alright, I gotta go home, we can finish tomorrow?”, Pony nodded tiredly, rubbing his eye with his palm.
Most of the guys had already left, but Dally was still here talking to Soda. I avoided him, grabbing my bag and waving to Darry, him giving a curt nod to acknowledge my leaving.
I rushed out the door, hoping he didn’t see me leave, but luck wasn’t on my side. “Hey Y/n! Wait up!”, Dallys voice rung out from behind me. He caught up quickly,”hey, won’t you let me walk you home? You don’t need to be alone at this time of night”, I huffed,”It’s only about 7, Dallas, and I can take care of myself”, it sounded harsher then I had meant it too. “Ouch baby, you hurt my feelings”, he put a hand over his heart, feigning injure. He kept walking with me, swinging his arm over my shoulder.
“We should hang out some time, just the two of us”, he smirked, I shoved his arm off of me,”for what? So you can bed me and be over it? No thanks Dallas, I’m not interested in being one of your flings”.
A hurt expression graced his face and guilt bubbled up in my gut. “I don’t want to bed you- well I mean your gorgeous and everything, but like- I actually want to date you”, he sputtered out. I stopped in my tracks,”really?”, I looked at him, his eyes gleamed with sincerity as he looked back at me,”yeah, really- I like you a lot Y/n”.
My heart swelled with hope and excitement,”uhm, oh-“, my face flushed,”I thought you were just messing around”, his smirk returned to his face as I fiddled with my fingers. “Well, why don’t I take you on a date? Like, take you out to a movie? I’ll even pay”, I smiled,”okay”, his face flushed a bit,”okay”.
#dallas winston#dallas x reader#dallas winston x reader#the outsiders#ponyboy curtis#darry curtis#sodapop curtis#two bit x reader#dally x reader#dally#outsiders#book#movie
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envy. [ albedo x reader ]
prompt: “are you jealous?” w/ albedo - part of my 2.5k followers event
pairing: albedo x gn!reader
warnings: jealousy (who would’ve guessed), kinda steamy but nothing explicit lol
word count: words
songs i listened to while writing: jealousy by monsta x
a/n: the second of twenty-five in the 2.5k event set! enjoy :D albedo was actually rlly fun to write for this one, even if this is a short blurb. i had limited choices of knights n im on kaeya brainrot mode so ,,, kaeya is in this,,, i love u kaeya,,, mwah,,,,
“i never would have thought that kaeya would get along with them so well,” sucrose muses out loud. her voice is light and airy, but only serves to worsen the mood of the chief alchemist next to her. at her words, the pencil in his hand snaps and sucrose lets out a soft squeak of surprise in response. albedo finally tears his eyes from the sight unfolding in front of him to look down at his hand that clutches the remains of his drawing pencil. his knuckles have turned white from the strength of his grip, but the feeling of the broken pencil in his hand causes albedo to release his grip and let the pencil shards clatter against the pages of his sketchbook.
albedo often found strong emotions to be frivolous and unnecessary, preferring to stay calm and keep a rational head amidst everything. but archons, he hated the sight in front of him. you, one of the most brilliant alchemists in all of teyvat and his lover whom he adored so much, were laughing near the entrance of the laboratory with kaeya alberich. the cavalry captain made everyone swoon with his kind demeanor and playful smirk, but albedo had never paid such things mind until this very moment.
albedo watches, seething quietly to himself as you playfully swat at kaeya’s arm, the two of you laughing over some unspoken joke albedo is too far away to hear. next to albedo, sucrose has fallen silent, deciding not to engage in idle chitchat with her usually calm superior. despite being rather unfamiliar with most social cues, the nervous and shy green-haired girl had picked up on exactly what emotion was radiating off albedo in waves and wisely decided that she wasn’t going to involve herself in it.
albedo, however, had other plans with his own emotions. he desired to jump headfirst into them, standing up from the stool on which he had perched himself. the chief alchemist walks over to the two of you and his anger nearly subsides as you beam at him and welcome him into the conversation enthusiastically. albedo is quiet, only interjecting himself when necessary, but he stands close to you, intertwining your hand with his.
despite you giggling along obliviously, the air between the three of you is tense. kaeya’s expression is insufferably smug, yet a challenge rests in his eyes whenever he glances at albedo. the blonde had never been a competitive spirit, but seeing the way kaeya looked at you lit flames of jealousy ablaze within his heart. after all, albedo would unleash the power within him and destroy mondstadt in a heartbeat if it meant you would remain by his side. albedo knew he had your heart under lock and key, but he wanted, no he needed, kaeya to be aware of this as well.
as kaeya bids the two of you farewell, stating how duty calls, albedo and kaeya exchange one last glare to each other. shortly after, sucrose and timaeus depart too to take their lunch break, leaving you and albedo alone within the laboratory. you squeeze albedo’s hand in yours and look at him excitedly.
“what have you been workin- ?” you begin to ask albedo about his current alchemic project, more than eager to help, but before you can finish your question, albedo pulls you into a fierce kiss. such passion is extremely uncharacteristic from your normally timid lover, but you melt into the kiss nonetheless. his arm wraps itself around your waist as the other untangles itself from your hand and instead rests on your hair, lightly pushing the two of your mouths even closer together.
when albedo finally pulls away, a string of saliva trailing between the two of you from the sheer sloppy passion of the kiss, you stare at him with wide eyes, meeting his own hunger-filled ones. before he can dive in once more, your words interrupt him.
“a-albedo?” you squeak, voice almost an octave higher than normal. “are you okay?”
albedo’s eyebrows furrow in frustration at thoughts of the earlier situation. “i don’t like him.”
sure, kaeya alberich was a friendly acquaintance of albedo’s, but right now, albedo wanted nothing more than to forget his existence and, more importantly, kiss you until you forgot who the blue-haired man even was. your eyebrows raise in confusion before a sly smirk crosses your expression as you finally put everything together.
“are you jealous?” you ask, but your tone more than reveals that you’ve already arrived at your conclusion. albedo huffs slightly.
“no, i do not concern myself with such petulant emotions.” albedo insists, but your grin only widens in response. amusement shines in your eyes and, while albedo does appreciate their beauty, he hates the way your eyes light up at your hypothesis being proven correct.
“you are!” you giggle, absolutely entranced by the annoyed expression your typically reserved boyfriend wore, especially the way his cheeks only continue to redden in color as you speak. “you’re totally jealous of ka-”
before you can finish speaking, albedo kisses you breathless once more. as soon as he pulls apart, you’re smiling at him like a madman and albedo pouts at you.
“don’t say his name,” albedo begs and you laugh once more, before an absolutely shiteating grin covers your face. you lean in close to albedo, nose nearly touching his, before you utter two words that has albedo kissing you roughly once more.
“kaeya alber-”
the blonde interrupts you once more and his hands begin to wander under the hem of your shirt, but the loud chiming of the clock, signaling the top of the hour and likely return of some of your companions, interrupts the two of you. not wanting to be caught in such a compromising position, albedo reluctantly pulls away from you with flushed cheeks and swollen lips. you’re fairly sure that you don’t look any better than he does. as if on cue, timaeus and sucrose enter the laboratory once more, oblivious to the events that just unfolded between you and albedo. you refuse to tear your gaze from albedo, instead electing to lean in closer to him.
“archons, maybe i should make you jealous more often if you’ll kiss me like that,” you whisper in his ear and albedo only clears his throat at your words, taking a step back, but you can see the darkness in his eyes that you had awoken today once more.
“i’ll see you later,” albedo says, but it is not a soft-spoken reassurance between lovers nor is it a question about your availability. rather, it’s spoken in a cold tone and you have to stifle a laugh once more as he turns away from you and returns to his worktable. you smile to yourself as you exit the lab, butterflies in your stomach. after all, albedo’s cold words were easily identifiable: they were a promise.
#btw kaeya isnt interested in the reader he just wanted to see albedo squirm lol#also you can hc that the reader asked kaeya if he would help make albedo jealous too! story is primarily from albedo's POV so that's left up#to you to decide !!! :D#whatever u r more comfy w/ as the reader#this is a queued post#albedo x reader#genshin impact x reader#albedo#genshin impact
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