#my point is I hope this helps and I'm always available for more questions. the most basic and the most complicated

[abeautifullittlefoooool]

My beloved ghost and her

summary: summary: your daughter, whom you birthed and raised after her father's death, starts seeming too familiar with him (based off this ask!!! and this ask!!! and inspired by this ask!!! and a part 2 to not a lot, just forever)

pairing: Johnny Sinclair x reader

contains/warnings: ghost!Johnny, kind of teen dad!Johnny (which I have MANY other thoughts about), use of y/n, not proofread by anyone but me, all the I'm no expert writer disclaimers

a/n: I don't know how proud am I of this but I really hope you guys like it 😭😭😭 cry count (featuring a nose bleed and a mental breakdown) while writing this: IIII I

"Double lines means..." Johnny trailed off as the word fell from your mouth quietly.

"Pregnant" you mumbled to yourself.

He felt his face move through a million different expressions. Eyebrows furrowed together, lip pulled up, jaw slack, lips tugged down, eyebrows raised, nose flared, jaw clenched. He didn't know how he felt. Mad, shocked, excited, upset, hopeful, scared, proud, reckless. He stared at the test. He'd always been so conscious not to get you pregnant. His mother would kill him. It'd be a disgrace. But everyone accepted this one fine. Welcoming it even. It was good? for you now.

"Why are you in a mood?" Gat questioned as his eyes tracked Johnny walking back with an attitude before slumping down into the couch.

"y/n won't let me touch her baby bump. She complains about feeling cold whenever I even go near it," Johnny complained with a pout. Mirren rolled her eyes. "I also heard her joke about me not finding her attractive anymore which is complete bullshit! She's adorable and glowing-"

"Adorable and glowing isn't attractive," Mirren pointed out, causing Johnny to roll his eyes.

"Yeah, attractive implies sexual attraction," Gat spelled out.

"Hey, if I could, I would. Know that," Johnny grumbled, sliding further back into the couch. Mirren dry retched.

"She's having your baby and you're upset because you can't have sex?"

"Yes! Have you ever considered this is really awful for me?! I may as well be in hell!" Johnny whined, making both of the other liars roll their eyes. The silence is a hint to stop talking but Johnny couldn't help himself. "Her boobs have gotten bigg-"

"Johnny!" Mirren scolded.

"Sorry!" he exclaimed, hands up in a mock surrender.

Johnny watched as you walked back into Red Gate with a baby. Your baby. His baby. Katarina. She was adorable. He was certain nothing was more beautiful. He stayed up all night just watching her sleep.

"Dude, come help me prank Gat. I've had this planned for like a week and I need your help," Mirren whined, trying to tug Johnny out of the chair he sat in by his arm.

"No? Yesterday was y/n's due date and you knew I'd be occupied their first night back. I can't see how you thought I'd be available right now," he reasoned, looking back to Katy and Mirren rolled her eyes before looking over to the sleeping baby too.

"Spring baby. From her 'bounce' father," Mirren noted and Johnny nodded. He was petrified. He was 16. He couldn't be a dad. But he was certain he loved her beyond words. "I've got to admit, she's really cute," Mirren commented and Johnny lit up at the opportunity to gush.

"I know! I said that! y/n and I made an adorable kid," Johnny endearingly preened.

"uh-uh. y/n made a cute kid, you just finished," Mirren corrected, shaking off disgust at the thought.

"Alright, can we not speak about the technicalities of my daughters conception beside her sleeping self?" Johnny asked and Mirren nodded.

"Agreed."

"Cady," Gat uttered at the sight of her, a bit winded by her presence.

"Hey," Cadence greeted them all with distance in her voice.

"Shit," Johnny muttered as he gets up, breathless that she's acknowledging them.

"Cady!" Mirren exclaimed, hugging her tight. "We missed you."

"Then why didn't you call?" She questioned, pulling back and they go quiet.

"Let's not linger on the past, what is there to catch her up on?" Mirren asked, looking between Gat and Johnny.

"I'm a dad! I'm not as present as y/n would like me to be but I'm here, she knows that...it's complicated but her name's Katarina, we call her Katy, she's the cutest thing ever, and you know I don't really think that about babies," Johnny rambled on, leading Cadence back to the houses.

"Yeah! Kat is the cutest! Totally Johnny's daughter," Mirren agrees, jumping along in her platform converse as they walk. Just when Cadence's eyes landed on you, Johnny realised the time.

"Shit! Is it 2? Katy's due to be fed. I need to get that ready for y/n... you go up to her!" Johnny told Cadence, jogging backwards before running off to Red Gate.

"I'm just going to make sure everything's locked up and we'll meet you down at the dock," Carrie said, leaving Ed and Will to carry the bags down. You were heading back to New York for an event of Cadence's. Katy got an invite too. Specially signed by her favourite, Aunty Cady. You were upstairs, changing Katy, when Carrie passed through the house to find you. She reached the bottom of the stairs, about to ascend them.

"You guys going?" Johnny asked, grabbing Carrie's attention. She turned around and nodded with a hum. "Can I come?" Johnny questioned half-jokingly. Carrie lightly chuckled.

"I don't know, can you?" she inquired, leaning against the staircase railing.

"I want to," Johnny replied, voice cracking at the idea of being alone again. And, well, he wasn't alone, but Mirren and Gat were little comfort when he wanted you. Or Katy. It was so close to Cady, no wonder she was her favourite. "Can ghosts move places, mom?"

"I don't know, Johnny, you tell me," she mellowly responded. She had made peace with it. That's where she'd come to.

"I don't know, mom. I uh I don't know a lot and it's scary and I don't like being scared. Dying was scary enough. And you can't die twice, I know that, but now I'm stuck in an existential worry about y/n and Katy and it sucks, it really sucks-" Johnny rambled, voices cracks and hands fidgeting.

"Johnny, Johnny-" Carrie attempted to slow him down.

"And I think a part of me knew y/n was pregnant, like I didn't but I felt something and I still agreed to it and I still did that stupid fucking plan-" He continued, voice raising as he spiralled more and more.

"Johnny! We've had this conversation before! Can we not today?" Carrie near shouted. Johnny was taken aback. They could never have conversations when he wanted them, could they? Always later or tomorrow or when we get home and then it never happens and nothing good comes from it.

"What if something happens?" Johnny questioned. You'd lived 16 years in New York. It wasn't like you didn't know your way around. But you had Katy this time.

"They'll be okay" Carrie assured him.

"And if they're not?" Johnny further pressed. Blake Beaumont was in New York. Millions of people were in New York. Not just some formerly racist old man, recovered opiate addict, art dealer, desperate housewife, some tweens, and 2 dogs.

"They won't not" Carrie said, putting forward all her conviction. She knew this would never end. "Johnny, them being here, a place you float around, doesn't protect them any more. Even if there were a situation where they could get hurt here, what could you do? Nothing. But watch."

"But they can't get hurt here" Johnny retorts. He knew he couldn't actually do anything. But he felt better being there. And, it was Beechwood! What bad could happen on Beechwood?

"You did."

"I was an idiot. y/n isn't and I hope Katy got her genes on that."

Silence fills the room. It suffocates them both and Johnny can't deal with another round of that.

"Can ghosts move places?" he asked again.

"You should try to make peace-"

"Can ghosts move places, mom?," he begged, desperate for a yes. She sighed.

"You could try. Because she's getting better. And she won't move on, God no, but she'll move off Beechwood. Go back to school maybe. Kat will grow up-"

"And I never will. I know."

"Who are you talking to?" you asked, Katy on your hip. Carrie jumped in place, startled before looking up to you descending the stairs.

"There you are, oh I was just- um-" Carrie fumbled her words, not knowing how to explain. She knew you couldn't see him. Johnny had accepted that fact. He'd learnt to have fun with it. Smile plastered on Johnny's face as he saw Katy. He could never be upset around her. Katy extended her arm and twisted her open palm towards behind Carrie. He blew a bunch of kisses back, making Katy giggle.

"You're not on anything, are you?" you jokingly asked Carrie as you put back down Katy's arm, and she half heartedly swatted your shoulder, making the corners of your mouth tug up.

"Let's get going you 2," she said, patting your back in a way to guide you out. You stepped out the door, Katy looking behind you. Johnny left behind.

"Gat! Mirren!" Johnny shouted, running to them.

"What?" they both asked.

"Katy said her first word while they were away!" he near squealed with excitement and they jumped up.

"Really?" Gat questioned and Johnny nodded excessively.

"What was it?" Mirren inquired.

"Dada," Johnny answered, clearly proud about it. Mirren rolled her eyes at his smugness.

"y/n cried?" she questioned.

"Oh yeah," Johnny agreed.

"And Carrie gasped her Carrie gasp I bet," Gat added, making them all smirk.

"Dada is also the easiest word to say," Mirren mentioned. Johnny glared at her. "What? yes, it's sweet but-"

"You're being such a buzzkill, Mirren, why can't you just be happy for the guy?" Gat questioned and Mirren groaned.

"God! can't I mention a fact?" Mirren exclaimed.

Having a kid at 16 already wasn't a good look. You couldn't be uneducated too. Since living on Beechwood, you'd get your schoolwork sent to you in the mail that you'd retrieve on Mondays in town. You do your schoolwork in New Clairmont for the wifi, open booklet beside your laptop, and go for a walk or play with the Goldens with Katy for a break before finishing up for the day. Will had the same. Ed and Carrie helped out of course, but you felt so guilty acknowledging you needed help. Your second school year with a baby was exhausting you. Not only was Katy becoming a toddler, but it was your last grade. Katy wasn't a burden, you didn't want it to come off that way, but she'd been up all night fussing in pain with her molars coming in, you had an exam, you were tired. You'd come back to Carrie and Will watching a movie, Katy on her uncle Will's lap. Will adored her. It was incredibly sweet.

"Will, you can go play, bud, I can take care of Kat," you told him as you entered Red Gate's living room. He could see how tired you were by your face and tone. It was similar to how your demeanour was when you were sick. That's how Will referred to you being depressed. It made sense that way.

"Are you sure?" he checked, seeing you clearly needed a nap rather than to be taking care of Kat.

"She's my daughter, Will, my job, not yours, go play," you assured him, gesturing your head towards the door and he nodded, getting up before placing Kat back on the warm spot on the couch where he just sat. You scooped her up, resting her on your hip but she wiggled, clearly wanting to move around so you pulled out her play pen. With Carrie's help, you got it up and she retrieved her toys. You sat back on the couch, closing your eyes for just a second, just to rest them, and passed out asleep. Carrie walked back in to Johnny laying a blanket over you.

"Mom! hey! can you making something up for Katy? She'll play, then want to eat, then sleep and since she didn't sleep much last night, I'm assuming that will be soon," Johnny explained to Carrie, who just smiled.

"And you said you weren't a present father," Carrie responded jokingly, putting Katy's toys down with her in her pen. Johnny lightly chuckled. He felt a lot of guilt about that. He didn't like not being physically there. He wanted to hug you without you shivering. He wanted to hold Katy. He knew fathers complained about it but he wanted at least the ability to have his toddler hanging off him. "On it," she said, heading to the kitchen. Johnny followed, still keeping an eye on you and Kat around the corner. "She isn't mad at you, Johnny," Carrie informed him. She could feel it hovering over her, weighing on her back. The conjuring of one of his depressing spirals. They wrang her out every time.

"I know," he replied, nodding. "I'm mad at myself, mom. I shouldn't have-" words failed him as his eyes watered.

"She isn't," Carrie repeated, not in the mood to have another discussion like this but it wasn't really her choice now, was it?

"She was at one point, remember?" Johnny recalled, hopping up to sit on the countertop as Carrie moved around. Carrie nodded. "You washed my sweatshirt, and she had a breakdown about it. She was sobbing in our room. And Will came around to check on her. She shouted in front of Will. That's when I knew I'd forever fucked her up..." Johnny recalled, voice distant, staring down at the ground as he fidgeted with his hands.

"You didn't fuck her up-" Carrie attempted to console him. He didn't mess you up. His death did.

"She screamed "Of course I had to love the fucking idiot. All he had to do was get out, run, it's not that fucking hard, yet he didn't. Why? I don't know. Was me on the outside not enough incitive?" and went on to talk about how worthless she was and I couldn't listen anymore so went up to Gat and Mirren and Will was alone listening to that and I just failed them all, mom," Johnny recounted, his voice cracking and eyes full of tears. He couldn't hold it in. "She had plans and dreams, involving me too, and now she's an exhausted mother at 17-"

"She's happy, Johnny," Carrie insisted.

"Because she loves Katy, not because this was her goal," Johnny retorted. He couldn't bare with the fact that not only did he die on you, but he also left you a single mother.

"Without Katy, she'd be dead, Johnny. Or in a unit," Carrie told him. "She loves Katy, and she loves you, and she loves Katy because of you. I don't want you pitying her still. She's a strong girl." She didn't help you through all she did for Johnny to demean how far you'd come.

"I know-"

"You are letting your own fears taint y/n's life. She's happy, Johnny. Not what she planned, but still happy," Carrie said, shutting down Johnny's spiral. She knew it came from a good place of care and love, but he had to make peace with how things were. He moved back to the couch. He dropped down next to you. Katy looked up to her upset dad, confused by his expression. She extended her arms, making grabbing hands for him. She didn't get he wasn't there.

"Katy wants to be picked up," Johny called out to Carrie.

"Yeah, by you," she replied, coming back in with apple sauce in a small bowl for when Katy wanted it.

"You know I can't," he stated.

"Well aware," she said, sitting back down opposite to him.

"So?" he questioned, wondering what she was thinking.

"So tell her you can't, Johnny" Carrie suggested.

"I don't want to tell her "no, I can't pick you up." I can't be the dead and bad parent," Johnny wallowed, resting a hand on your leg. Carrie sighed. He looked over you, curled up sleeping on your side. "She loves her so much. She's such a good mom."

"Johnny..." Carrie trailed off in a sympathetic tone.

"What this time?!" Johnny snapped, knee jerk reaction to Carrie's trailed off Johnny's. He didn't like raising his voice around Katy. He knew it wasn't good.

"Johnny?!" Carrie exclaimed, baffled by his attitude.

"Johnny!" Katy copied. Both their heads snapped to Katy, wide eyed. You stirred awake.

"Wha about Johnny?" you mumbled, rubbing your eyes and moving your leg away from the cold draft. Johnny rolled his eyes at you moving away from his touch yet again.

"Katy just said Johnny," Carrie announced. You blinked further awake and looked to her. You realised you passed out asleep but that wasn't the issue at hand. You pull the blanket off you and kneel down with her.

"Baby, did you say Johnny?" you asked her, voice soft, trying to get her to copy.

"Johnny!" Katy spat out again. You looked to Carrie in awe before wrapping your arms around her. Johnny gave her 2 thumbs up and a "nice one" expression with pursed lips that made Katy giggle.

A baby giggling at nothing was as old as time. It meant nil and was cute so you brushed it off with your warm smile at Katarina's laugh. You were so used to everyone coddling you. From your psychotic break to being a teen mother, everyone around you did everything for you. So a prepared bottle all ready on the counter for you to feed Katarina wasn't something to question. Katarina pointing to the photo of Johnny and recognising him as daddy made sense. You'd been showing her such since she was born. Saying dada and daddy and even picking up Johnny's name was all part of speech development.

You were going back to New York for your graduation. You made it out alive. Cadence was all but recovered. No longer having seizures, therapy 3 times every week going down to once every 3 weeks, keeping Gat's good word in her mouth, Mirren's attention to detail, Johnny's spirit. And, of course, you kept his kid. Since saying her first word, dada, and second word, Johnny, she'd learnt more. Names including: mama (you), daddy (Johnny), mommy (you again), Nan (Carrie), Pop (Ed), Aunty Cady (Cadence), Will (Will), Grap (her attempt at great grandpa. Harris), Libby (Liberty), Bonnie (Bonnie), Beth (not entirely wrong, but it was just a lisp. Bess), Penny (Penny). And she had favourites. "Want Aunty!" she'd demand and a toddler didn't like hearing "No, she's away right now." "Will!" she'd squeal, running the best a 2 year old could run over to him. Will kept his promise. He was the best, most amazing uncle ever. Even as a preteen boy. "Pop Pop Pop Pop Pop Pop Pop Pop" she'd repeat in a tune, moving her body or just head in beat, till she got what she wanted, Ed's attention.

You stood outside with Ed and Will, Katy on your hip as you waited for Carrie to lock up.

"Ready to go, missy?" Ed asks her, twirling one of her pigtails around his finger. She fusses about him playing with her hair, he stops, then she nods.

"Yea!" she answers.

"How long are you guys away this time?" Johnny asks as Carrie locks up the living room window, making her jump.

"Uhh, 2 weeks, why?" Carrie answers. He nods, looking at Katy out the window.

"She going too?" he asks, knowing the answer but not liking it anymore.

"Yes, Katy is coming, Johnny, why would we leave her here?" Carrie retorts. He shrugs.

"I don't know, maybe I'd like to take care of my own kid," he mumbles.

"You can't-"

"I know that! Thanks!" Johnny sarcastically responds. Carrie sighs.

"What's wrong?" she inquires.

"She's getting better. She's forgetting me," Johnny says and Carrie's brows furrow.

"She is not forgetting you," Carrie corrects.

"No, she is, and-"

"Jonathan!" Carrie snaps. Johnny's stunned into silent, staring at his mother. She breathes in deeply than exhales. "Johnny, she has accepted your loss. That doesn't mean she's forgotten you. She has your healthy, beautiful, just like you daughter on her hip, that's honoring, not forgetting. We are leaving for her graduation. She's graduating! and to think her mother and I were worried she wouldn't make it to 17. The loss doesn't affect her any less, she's just grown around it inside her, making it look smaller." Johnny nods quietly, looking down at his feet.

"Can you give her a graduation present for me?" he asks.

"Of course, what would you want to get her?" Carrie inquires.

"In my room back in New York, in the shoebox under my bed, just give her the box," Johnny instructs her and Carrie nods. With a quick farewell, she's heading out.

"Everything locked up?" Ed questions, to which Carrie nods with a hum, locking up the door.

"Say it, say it," Johnny whispered, pointing between you and Katy from the window before waving, encouraging her.

"Bye, daddy! later!" Kat farewelled and your eyes widened. You look to Ed. Ed looks to Carrie, who seems to be glaring back at empty space. Johnny raises his hands in a mock surrender again, shit eating grin on his face. Kat looked to your face, so close to hers, and giggled at your reaction.

"I swear to god this kid is all Johnny," you said, adjusting her on your hip before continuing out, referring to her instinctual love and need to mess with you just like Johnny did. They all chuckled.

You graduated. You walked across the stage and Katy called out "mommy!" making some giggle and your heart warm. Your eyes were glassy as you shook your principal's hand and he gave you a reassuring smile almost like Bess' that night. Your nostrils flared as you sucked in more air to not cry, and like that, you were off. The thing Carrie was so depressingly sure you'd never do, alongside Johnny, happened. All in 30 seconds.

Carrie used so much gel in Katy's hair that morning it was obvious she was only used to sons. You washed Katy's hair in the bath as she splashed around. A rubber tennis ball bobbing atop the water surface as you massaged the shampoo into her scalp. She loved water. She was adorable holding her nose, her cheeks inflated like balloons with her held breath.

You're drying Katy's hair with a towel, her standing on the chair in front of your vanity mirror, giggling at the feeling and you playing peek-a-boo with her in the mirror, when Carrie knocks to enter.

"Come in!" you call out, lifting Katy off the chair and placing her on the bed as Carrie opens the door, smiling at little Katy.

"Hi, I was going through Johnny's room and thought you'd like this, like a graduation present," Carrie tells you, handing you a shoebox. You wanted to be the one to go through Johnny's things. But it had been 2 years, so you let it slide. You take it and sit down, shoebox in your lap. You open it. A tennis ball and a piece of paper ripped out of a notebook lie inside. You pick up the tennis ball, holding it in your hand as you read.

future Johnny 3/26/13

Miss Quinn asked us to write a letter to our future selves as part of a time capsule project. So I just wanted to tell you about this girl who I'm pretty sure should be our wife by the time you're reading this.

Me and Jackson were practicing on the courts and we started messing around and I ended up hitting this ball outside of the courts and it hit her on the head. I went to get it back and she was really pretty. I guess I never noticed before but y/n y/l/n is really pretty.

Im thinking a wedding on beechwood. and 2 kids. a boy and a girl. for sure mike for a boy. mikes are cool. i dont know about girl names. cady and mirren are the only girls i like, besides of course y/n but shes a new addition, so maybe something like that. Jackson would call me cringe for this but I know my future. Not my fault he doesn't know his.

from now Johnny

"Can you take Katy for a second?" you ask Carrie through tears that were choking you out, gesturing her direction out, not wanting to cry in front of her. Carrie nods, picking her up and heading out of the room, closing the door behind her.

"Let's go to Pop!" you hear Carrie tell Katy as they walk down the hall.

The ink blurring from your tears dripping onto the page, you put it aside and rest your head in your hands, elbows propped up on your knees and sob. "should be our wife" "wedding on beechwood" "2 kids" "something like that." "I know my future." and he kept the tennis ball he hit you with! The thing that made you first talk. 5 years ago. And he hasn't been present for the last 2. But Katy has. You sit back up, sniffling the snot back up your nose as you look at the tennis ball, cradling it with both hands. You hold it to your heart as you look up.

"You sick fuck," you express half heartedly, chuckle taking the end of your words as your lips pull into a smile. It was sad he wasn't here. That his future self didn't exist. That you didn't get that wedding on Beechwood. But you got a Katy. Close enough to Cady. And you were happy. At peace with it. Johnny smiles next to you. You were so tired, it may be a hallucination but you look to him.

"You're doing amazing," he tells you. You nod.

You tell Carrie about it the next morning over breakfast, passing it off as part of your dream your brain is misremembering as earlier. Her reaction caught you off guard.

"You look like you've seen a ghost," you joked before she looked up behind you. Johnny stretching with a yawn as he entered the kitchen. You snapped around at the sound of the awe before your expression dropped. There it was. Again.

"What's for breakfast?" he asked, leaning his forearms on the bench. Your attention darted between where he stood at the end of the counter and Carrie across from you.

"You see him too?" you inquired, brows furrowed.

"So ghosts can move places?" Carrie lightheartedly questions. Johnny nods.

"When their unfinished business at the place they're tied to is over, yeah," he answers.

"Are we on drugs?" you ask with full sincerity. Carrie chuckles.

"Why are you shocked? ohhh, forgot. you've probably never seen a ghost this hot before," Johnny jokes.

"She's never seen a ghost at all, Johnny," Carrie states.

"I know! I'm joking!" Johnny defends.

"Yeah, I'm on drugs, what did you put in the food?" you question Carrie.

"No, y/n, listen, Johnny and Mirren and Gat and Rosemary are ghosts. They've been ghosts," she tries to explain. You were ever closed off to the idea of ghosts but this didn't seem real.

"Aunt Rosemary! it was cool to finally meet her," Johnny notes. "She is still like 11 though."

"How- Wha-?" you struggle to comprehend. "Wait, so how does any of this work?" you question, utterly baffled by this revelation.

"It's something to do with Beechwood. I don't fully understand-"

"Me either," Johnny chimes in.

"But you're not crazy. Johnny's been here. If anything, he's crazy you haven't been able to see him for so long," Carrie explains.

"Katy has," Johnny mentions, and it starts to make sense. The made bottles, the daddys, the waving, the farewells. He was there. He was always there. He never left you.

"SO YOUVE BEEN HERE THE WHOLE TIME!?" you ask, hands planted on the counter as you stand.

"YES!" he answers.

[nanaslutt]

Bodyswap w/ Gojo part 2

part 1, here

Contains: fem reader, caught masturbating, teasing, dirty talk, rough sex :3, unprotected sex, multiple creampies, multiple orgasms, kinda selfcest?? (they’re in each others body’s while they fuck), spanking

MDNI

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"Ahh! F-fuck, mmm-" Gojo's voice could be heard from the other side of the door, with squelching accompanying the lewd moans into the hallway. Gojo pressed your body up to the door quietly, listening to you use his body to get off after telling him to not even look at yours in the shower. Someone's a little hypocrite~ he internally cooed, fighting back a giggle.

As full of Gojo was of himself, he wasn't the type of guy to get off on his own moans, but he did find it arousing that you were in his body and were using him like some slut for your own pleasure. He waited patiently until he heard his body cum, still pressed against the door until the sighing and shuffling on the other side of the door died before he knocked to announce his arrival.

Here the two of you lie, in your room in silence while Gojo stares at the poorly tucked away cum rag you used to clean up your mess under your bed. "Ahh~ I always feel so much better after a shower." He sighs, starting up a conversation. "Mmm, me too." You mumbled, still staring at the ceiling from your place on the bed. "Yeah? Why don't you go take one?" He asked, walking over to your bed and making himself comfortable as he lay against your pillows.

"Gross Satoru, I'm not taking a shower in this body, unless I have to.. and who said you could sit on my bed?" You chastized, setting yourself up on your forearms to look at him, finding that it was still hard to make eye contact. Every time you did you were reminded of what a pervert you had been, and how you probably almost got caught.

"No? You don't feel dirty?" He asked pouting out his bottom lip teasingly, insistent on keeping his eyes glued to yours even tho yours tried to avoid his like the plague. "Why would I feel dirty? You had your infinity on during the fight, you're spotless." You rambled. "Maybe, but don't you feel the need to wash up after you cum?" He said, leaning your head in his hands as he smiled at you from under your lashes.

You felt your entire body heat up at his words, you had the same feeling as when you took one too many candies as a kid and your parents called you out for it. You could feel your face heat up and your palms become sweaty. You tried to play dumb, making brief eye contact with your body and noticing the smug look Gojo had manipulated on its face, before plopping your head back down on the bed as you laid flat and made yourself at home by staring at the ceiling once more.

"W-why is that relevant?" You questioned, hoping somehow that Gojo hadn't somehow caught on to what you did in his body, you thought you had been so careful! "Playing coy doesn't sound good when it's coming from my voice~" He said, dragging out his words for emphasis as he sat straight, looking down at his form as you lay still on the bed. Fuck, how did his technique work again? He could teleport, right, maybe if you just closed your eyes realllly hard and focused you could excape this horribly awkward conversation.

You tried, you really did, but to no avail. When you opened your eyes you were still looking at your tan ceiling, and you still saw your body looking down at you through your peripherals. "Did it feel good?" He asked, making your face heat up. "It sounded like it felt good." He giggled. "Y-you were listening?" You gasped, looking into your eyes now as the two of you kept eye contact. "I don't think that really matters when you violated my body when I was away~" He cooed, making a strong point. You still couldn't help but feel embarrassed thinking about how much me might've heard.

"S-Satoru I'm sorry, really, I have no excuses I just- fuck I don't even know what came over me." You blushed, trying to keep eye contact with yourself to seem more sincere as you spoke to him. "Ahh~ I cant believe you would do this after you yelled at me to not even look at your body~" He said dramatically, wrapping your arms around your body to block off your view and make you look smaller as he pretended to feel violated.

The white-haired man was having so much fun right now, it wasn't every day he got to tease you like this, so he figured why not drag it out a bit. You started apologizing profusely, saying over and over how sorry you were before your own laugh cut you off. "S-sorry." He stuttered through a laugh, whipping his own smile off your face as he dropped your chin down to look at you in faux seriousness. Something told you he didn't care as much as he said he did.

"It's amusing to hear you grovel like this, I didn't mean to laugh out loud." He confessed, making your face heat up in annoyance. You were mad that you had zero ground to chastise him right now as if he really was upset about this whole thing, you didn't want to make it any worse. "It did feel good though right?" He asked again, biting your lip as he scooted closer to his body. "My cock is sooo sensitive I bet you were having a field day~ I don't blame you for not being able to stop~" He sympathized, using your hand to rub over his abs, a sensation that made your skin tingle under his touch.

"S-satoru-" You tried to interrupt him, "Did you play with my balls too? I never last long when I do that." He added, lowering his hand to rub over his v-line as he watched the tent in his pants grow slowly and steadily at his words. "Satoru what are you d-doing?" You managed to ask, his voice coming out meek and submissive. The man hummed, caressing his hand lower and lower until he reached the band of his sweats, teasing your fingertips under the waistline.

"I guess I'm just a little envious that you got to experience cumming in my body, and I didn't even get to look at yours~" He pouted, playing dumb. He made a good point, you had perved out on his own body like this when you set such strict rules for him, that he sounded like he actually followed. "So what does that mean?" You asked hesitantly, swallowing hard when he pulled back his pants and boxers before letting them snap back against your skin. "Well.. you must be a little curious to see what fucking something other than my hand feels like, right?" He asked, hitting the nail on the head.

"Satoru if you're talking about us having sex right now I don't-" Your voice cut you off, you felt a hand start to rub in tantalizing circles over the tent in your pants, and you quickly dropped your gaze away from your face to watch. "That's exactly what I had in mind~" He cooed, tilting his head at you while he rubbed his cock in your smaller hand. "Isn't that.. going to be uncomfortable?" You asked, surprising Gojo when you weren't immediately put off by the idea, the hand that was rubbing his cock definitely aiding in your answer.

"Does it feel uncomfortable?" He asked, sliding his hand under the waistband of his boxers as he gripped his cock with your hand and started stroking it directly. As good as pleasure felt in your body, he wished he could feel you touch his cock like this, but maybe after this, he would have an easier time getting you into bed when things went back to normal. "Hmm? Does it?" He cooed in your voice, making you blush at how seductive you sounded.

"F-feels good but-" You choked out through a moan, your breath hitching when Gojo slung your body to sit on top of himself as he used your free hand to cover his mouth, stopping your words. "Just look at me in the mirror if fucking your body is too weird~" He giggled, watching as your eyes looked past your body sitting on top of you as you made eye contact with Gojo's body in the mirror. "I for one don't mind looking at myself like this, I've definitely had a wet dream about this before." He giggled, easing your nerves at his unseriousness, you doubted he was joking either.

He released the hand that was covering your mouth as he pulled his boxers down enough for his dripping cock to spring out. "Fuck, are you that wet because of the situation, or is that all my body's doing?" He laughed, rubbing his pointer finger over the top of his dick as he tapped the precum agaisnt it, making a lewd wet 'plp' sound. "S-shut up." You groaned through your teeth, feeling the coil in your stomach tighten when he wrapped his hand around himself again and started stroking at a propper pace. "Shit, this is so weird, heh." Gojo laughed, the feeling of looking at himself while he jerked himself off, out of body, was truly an experience.

"This was y-your idea, don't complain now." You said in his voice, watching intently at his hand that moved over his cock expertly. His precise and knowledgeable movements felt a hell of a lot better than your own, and the visual of your hand dwarfed by his massive cock was a sight to behold, one that aided in your growing arousal. "Yeah, yeah." He said, briefly sitting up as he pulled your shorts and panties down your body, leaving his cock hanging twitching in the air between the two of you as he disrobed your body.

The man turned around and faced himself in the mirror as he sat on top of you, the bottom half of your body bare as he pulled your shirt over your body and feasted his eyes on your naked form. "Shit, actually.." He smirked, biting his lip as he ran your hands down your body seductively. "Fuck me like this, wanna watch your body move while you do it." He said, reaching behind you to grab his dick again and stroke it while he continued admiring your body.

"Satoru please don't look it's embarrassing." You begged, covering your face with his massive hands as your entire body felt like it was on fire from the arousal and combined embarrassment. "Im about to watch you get fucked, you might wanna get over your fears." He giggled. "Besides, you're fucking hot, can feel your body gettin' all horny from just lookin' at it." He confessed in your voice, making you whine. The man grabbed his dick and lifted his body over his cock, looking down to line it up with your entrance before he pressed the tip against your hole.

"W-wait Satoru a condom-" You warned when you felt him start to sit down on you. "Trust me, you do not want a condom on when you feel this." He said, gasping when his tip popped past the tight ring of your cunt. Every alarm that was going off in your head melted away when you felt the tight and warm sensation envelop his cock, you felt his balls twitch and tighten the more he sat down on his cock, you would worry about the lack of a condom later.

"Fuuuuuck, that's the shit~" He groaned, bottoming out on his cock while he placed his hands on his body's knees and stared at your body in the mirror, specifically where the two of you were connected. "I feel so fucking f-fulll~" He wined, wiggling his hips in circles on your lap as he tried to adjust to the feeling of having a cock inside him for the first time. His dick was pressing up against all the right spots in your walls he didn't even find when he was fingering your cunt earlier in the shower, this was a hundred times better than your pathetic digits, he started to understand why girls kept blowing up his phone after a one night stand now.

"I- I think I'm gonna cum- p-please don't move." You wined, using Satoru's massive hands to grip your body's waist hard enough to leave bruises as you tried to make sure he couldn't even wiggle around. "I wouldn't mind feeling that~" He said, referring to you filling him up. You tilted your head back and took some deep breaths to steady yourself. Your cunt was incredibly warm and wet it felt like it was going to melt his dick as he sat still on you. The strong warmth that had blossomed in your tummy was almost overbearing, and your head was spinning at all the stimulation.

You knew Gojo was experienced, so how did it still feel this good? How did it still feel so sensitive? Was it because it was your first time feeling anything like it? You chalked it up to that, your train of thought getting cut off when your voice spoke through the room.

"Can I move? This fucking cunt is aching for it." Satoru wined, trying to wiggle his hips in your strong grip. "I think so." You nodded when he looked at you for your approval. It was so freaky seeing someone else control your body, but the pleasure of your own cunt squeezing around the cock you temporarily had eased your nerves significantly. "You might have to help me out, never rode a dick before." He giggled in your voice, turning his head back to look at your body in the mirror as he lifted his weight until his dick was almost completely out of him, before he sat all of your weight back down on his cock.

"Oh- fuck-" Gojo wined in your voice, coming out a little more submissive than he would've liked. He quickly started a fast pace bounding on your lap, your jaw dropped open as you allowed yourself to feel everything. "Y-eah it feels fucking good d-doesn't it?" Gojo tried to laugh through a moan, your voice getting louder when you started fucking his hips up into your body, poisoning his dick in and out of the man who possessed your body.

Gojo was right, you could think of nothing worse than something like a condom blocking your direct contact from feeling your tight walls wrap around his cock like this. You were impressed by your strength in this body when you used your grip on the body on top of you to lift it up and bring it down harder on his cock, making him scream out while your breathing picked up.

"S-so roughh~" Gojo smiled at his current body in the mirror, abandoning one of his hands that had stabilized himself on your thigh to rub his clit in fast circles, making your walls squeeze his dick tightly. "God Satoru- loosen" thrust "up!" you grit in his voice, your eyes threatening to roll back in your head at how intense the feeling of your pulsing walls around his dick felt. "C-cant ohmygod c-cumming!" He cried suddenly, his back arching forward as your cunt spasmed around his cock.

You fucked him through his orgasm, loud short wines and curses fell from his lips as he came, his body jerked as the waves crashed over him, his body going limp in your hold. You took the opportunity to manhandle your body, quickly turning the two of you around in one swift movement you forced him into a weak doggystyle position, his face being pressed into the sheets while drool dripped out from the corner of his lips.

You couldn't let up on his cunt, the pulsing around his cock was an amazing feeling and you were determined to feel it again, Gojo pressed your thighs together and crossed your feet at the overstimulation he was feeling as mindless babbles and whines of your own name could be heard in your voice underneath you. You prayed no one was around the dorms at this time, as they might be a little confused on what they were hearing right now.

"Fuck- make me c-cum again give it to me g-give it to me" He whined, his words being slurred into one as you fucked heavy and mean thrusts into his cunt. You don't know what came over you, but the need to respond and talk dirty back to him was overwhelming you, "Yeah? Wanna cum all over this cock again?" You said, making yourself blush as you aroused yourself hearing his dirty words in your ears. "Y-e-ssssss fuckk~" Gojo whined into the sheets, a cock-drunken smile plastered on his face as he took everything your gave him.

You felt his balls coil tighter, the knot in his stomach tying itself harder into knots as you fucked a particularly soft spot inside your cunt. The telltale sign of Gojo's orgasm was creeping over his body, making your thrusts grow sloppy. Gojo laughed from underneath you, the sound being chopped up by moans. "Y-you're gonna c-cum arent you?" He teased, trying to look at you out of the corner of his eye.

You probably should've felt more uncomfortable with how arousing fucking your own body was, but you would probably dream about this night for years to come, so you could ponder about that later.

The expression Gojo had on your face was so pretty, you had to admit. Your eyes kept rolling back in your head each time you fucked into him, the fucked out smile he had on, the moans that were forced out of your mouth, and the way your cunt pulsed around you pushed you over the edge.

Gojo whined when he felt you still against his ass, "Yeahhhh fill me up, fuck your cum into me~" He whined, taking advantage of being in your body to say shit you would never say, for his own pleasure. He bit his lip at how warm his cum was when it shot rope after rope inside him. Your clit was throbbing at the feeling, he so badly wanted to reach down and pet it till he came as well, but he would wait till you started fucking into him again.

Right when you started coming down from your orgasm, something akin to the feeling of a back scratch, or getting your head massaged at the salon washed over the two of you. Suddenly you had an intense ache in your lower back, and your tummy felt strangely warm. "Heh, what a fucking twist~" You heard Gojo's voice coo down at you, only this time, you weren't in control of it anymore. "I wanted to feel my cock cum inside your cunt while I was in your body one last time, but now I can feel it from my own." He grinned maliciously.

Even though Gojo had just cum, he started fucking into you like a madman, the squelching between your legs was so much louder now as your combined cum gathered around the base of his thick cock. "Have fun in my body?" He asked, giggling with his signature headache inducing giggle, "You liked cumming inside something? Glad you didnt use a condom huhhh~?" He teased, pulling his hips back to the tip before he fucked his entire occk back into you, making you scream out.

Gojo had adjusted surprisingly quick, I guess that makes sense for the world's strongest sorcerer. You on the other hand were still trying to come to terms with being in your own body again and having practically no time to adjust to the feeling of his cock before he started bullying it into your walls. It's not like it hurt, but the feeling of him fucking into your sweet spot so rough was almost too much. "Oh, you were aching down here~" Gojo remembered, reaching his hand under your body to rub your clit in little circles. "Let me help you~" He cooed, sucking air in through his teeth when your cunt tightened around him at the addition of stimulation.

"S-toru wa-ittt-" You cried, trying to warn him of how close you were but ultimately falling short. Your walls started to spasm around him as your body came for the nth time that night. "Oh shiiit~ Feels so fucking good baby-" Gojo groaned, letting his head fall back and his jaw drop in a small o as you came hard around his length, and he actually got to feel it this time. Your body was completely limp to his mean thrusts, your eyes rolling back as nonsense spilled from your lips as he fucked you through your orgasm, past overstimulation, and towards another high.

He lifted your tummy up from underneath you and pressed down on your lower back simultaneously to get you in a meaner arch, before he went back to rubbing your clit. The man placed his foot next to your body to give himself more leverage to fuck you harder, and that's exactly what he did. "Tell me you need my cum- cmon baby- say it-" He cooed, gritting his teeth together as he used your cunt to work himself up to his orgasm.

His eyes darted between the mess the two of you were creating at your fucked out, drooling face. He pulled back his hold on your hip to leave a mean spank against your ass, making you yelp out into the room. "What did I say, huh? Don't fucking ignore me when I'm this close~" Gojo chastized, shaking his head. "N-eed your cum 'toruuu" You slurred, "W-ant to feel you fill me up-" You begged, your words being chopped up by his mean thrusts.

"Again," Gojo said, leaving another smack on the fat of your ass. "C-cum inside mee~" You repeated. "Again," Another smack. "Toru- toru- toru-" You repeated his name as he groaned through his teeth. He felt his balls tighten quickly before he was thrown into his orgasm. His body jerked as his hips fucked load after load into your used and abused cunt. He released a long groan when he stilled his hips to your ass and let himself finish. Your moans had quieted as you laid under him, whimpering softly each time he fucked into you but otherwise trying to catch your breath from how hard he just gave it to you.

Once Gojo had released all of his seed into you, he pulled his sore cock out and gripped himself at the base as the both of you groaned in oversensitivily. "Fuck, think you milked me dry after that one." He laughed, pulling your pussy lips to the side to get a better view of your stuffed hole that leaked his cum in a steady drip down the back of your thighs. "I don't think I've ever been so sore in my life." You said quietly into the sheets, making him giggle.

"I think that was my fault, I might've worked your cunt a little too hard in the shower." He said, letting your body drop down onto the bed as he sat beside you and rubbed your thigh soothingly. You stayed silent for a couple beats before his words registered in your head. Worked too hard in the shower? What? Wait.. did he?

Your jaw dropped, you turned your head to look at him with an incredulous look on your face while he smiled with faux innocence down at you. "You fucking hypocrite! You made me feel bad for masturbating in your body when it sounds like you went ape shit on mine!" The man just giggled infuriatingly, "I like teasing you~ I'm sorryyyy~ You practically handed the opportunity to me!" He defended, throwing his hands up in the air.

You sighed, looking away from his irritatingly handsome face as you shut your eyes and curled your body on your side feeling a headache start to come on. "Oh come onnn~ We had a good time~" The man's voice resonated in your ears while he wrapped his large body around yours and started placing kisses on your shoulder to ease your frustration. Was it possible to kill a curse twice? You sighed as your body relaxed against him, your exhausted body welcoming the kisses.

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Period relief

Zayne x reader

Summary: When your period hits unexpectedly, leaving you stranded with only one pad and no energy to even go to the store, the last thing you expect is for your plans with Zayne to suddenly fall into place.

Words: 2k

Notes: I wrote it while I was dying on my period (shocking, isn't it, given the theme?), and edited it when I was able to think. I'm still dealing with the consequences of being a woman, so it might not be perfect, but I tried.

Let’s hope a cute doctor can help you too during those tough times.

English is not my first language

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You groaned. Great. Your last pad.  Perfect timing.

You had planned to go out tonight to restock—not just pads, but all the other necessities you'd need for your period, which, according to your calculations, should start tomorrow. Not fucking today.

Just as you were cursing internally and debating whether you could manage a trip to the store now, your phone buzzed with a new text:

My surgery took shorter than expected, so I can see you tonight if you're still free.

Right. You’d originally asked Zayne to hang out today, but he had to decline. Now, suddenly, he was available. Under normal circumstances, you would’ve been thrilled. But at the moment? You felt like dying.

It wasn’t just the cramps, fatigue, and general misery of your period arriving earlier than expected. It was also the fact that your relationship with Zayne was still fairly new. And while you liked him—a lot—you weren’t quite sure how you felt about him seeing you like this.

You sighed, fingers hovering over the keyboard before you finally typed:

I’d love to see you, but I just got my period and currently feel like rotting on my couch… after I force myself to go out and buy some necessities.

Immediately, your phone started ringing.

You grumbled but answered, moving weakly to curl up on the couch in a fetal position as you pressed the phone to your ear.

“Hi,” you managed to say.

“What do you need?”

“Huh?”

“I'm leaving the hospital soon. I'll get you what you need,” Zayne said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. The familiarity of his voice made you feel safe, but also… vulnerable. He always found ways to take care of you, even when you didn’t ask, and sometimes it made you feel guilty. 

“No, no need. I just took a painkiller. I should be able to go and get something myself soon. I don’t want to trouble you.” You hated how weak you sounded, even if you were doing your best to brush it off. You hated feeling like a burden.

“If it were trouble for me, I wouldn’t be offering.”

His words, simple as they were, immediately softened the knot in your chest. It was the truth, and you knew it.

And just like that, you were reminded why you adored that man so much.

“So, what do you need?”

“Pads,” you admitted.

“Alright. The ones you usually use?”

“Wait… how do you know what I use?” you asked, surprised. You’d never told him, had you?

A teasing lilt came through his voice. “They're in your cabinets. The one you told me to put my stuff in too, remember?”

“Right, right. Of course. Didn’t think you’d remember.”

“I try to remember things about you. So those?” He sounded so amused, and you couldn’t help but feel a little flustered. Of course, he remembered. He always did. It was one of the things you appreciated in him.

“Yeah.”

“Anything else?”

You hesitated, not wanting to bother him more.

“If you don’t tell me, I won’t be able to get it,” he pointed out.

“Right. Um… mint tea?” you offered, unsure if it was too much.

“Is that all?”

“Yes.”

You expected him to hang up as you heard more shuffling over his end of the phone call. Yet, he wasn’t done with the conversation.

“Have you eaten?”

You winced. You really didn’t want to admit how bad you’d been about that.

“Umm… you’re not gonna like the answer.” You avoided the question with a pathetic attempt at humor, hoping he wouldn’t push.

“Don’t tell me you took painkillers on an empty stomach,” he said, his voice adopting that doctor-like tone—the one you recognized all too well. 

“I know, I know,” you interrupted quickly. “I forced myself to eat some yogurt and crackers before taking it.”

A disappointed sigh came through the receiver. “Better than nothing, I guess. I’m going to grab us some dinner too, then. Anything you're craving?”

You weren’t really hungry, but you should eat something. Then again, Zayne probably wasn’t going to approve of what you wanted.

“Fries.”

“Fries?”

“Yes. And chicken wings. Preferably spicy.” You knew it wasn’t the best idea, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care much about nutrition right now.

A pause. You could feel the judgment through the phone.

“That’s not the most nutritious food, especially now when you should be eating things rich in—”

“I know,” you cut him off, hoping to end the lecture before it started. As much as you liked him talking about just anything, you were not in the mood to listen to what you should be eating or doing. “Just get whatever then.” You were glad he was not seeing you right now because you were for sure pouting like a small child, and he would for sure tease you about it.

“Alright. I’ll be there soon.”

And then it hit you. He was going to be here soon.

You groaned, pulling the blanket over your face. You missed him, and the thought of not having to drag yourself to the store was nice, but… you also didn’t want him to see you like this.

“What is it?” Zayne asked, clearly sensing your hesitation.

“I… um.” You trailed off, unsure of how to explain it.

“You don’t want to see me?” His voice softened. “I wanted to take care of you, but if you’d rather not, I can just drop off the stuff and go.”

“No, it’s not that… it’s just…” you mumbled, “I look like shit.”

“Excuse me?”

“I just… I don’t look good.”  It felt silly to admit, but there it was. You didn’t want him to see you like this, and you certainly didn’t feel like pulling yourself together.

There was a beat of silence, and then—

Laughter.

“Zayne, don’t laugh at me!”

“I apologize,” he said, still clearly amused. “You’re in pain. You’re allowed to not look your best. Besides, I can assure you—no matter how you feel, you’re still gonna be beautiful to me.”

You could hear the sincerity in his voice. As always. You knew he meant it, but still, you couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed.

You swallowed thickly, heart lodging itself in your throat. “If you keep talking like that, I might actually cry.”

“I’ll grab some tissues too, then,” he responded playfully. “I’ll see you soon, dear.”

Not long after, the doorbell rang.

You groaned, barely able to muster the energy to move. Every part of you ached, the weight of exhaustion pressing down on your body as you forced yourself off the couch. You shuffled toward the door, each step feeling like a small victory, but the effort it took left you feeling hollow. With a sigh, you finally managed to pull the door open.

“Hi.” you said, your voice sounding far weaker than you intended.

“Hey.” His hand brushed against your cheek, and then he pressed a tender kiss there. A gentle touch, a simple gesture, yet it felt like everything you needed in that moment.

“I was right,” he murmured, eyes scanning your face with quiet admiration. “You're definitely still beautiful.”

You felt warmth rushing to your face, your heart fluttering in your chest. It wasn’t the first time he’d called you beautiful, yet each time it still made you feel bashful. It wasn’t just the compliment that made you flustered. It was the sincerity in his voice, the way he looked at you like you were something precious, something worth seeing. Even in your state right now.

Then you noticed it—his own cheeks tinged with a soft flush. You couldn’t help but smile at how cute he was.

Zayne gently nudged you toward the couch. “Go lay down.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but he simply raised a finger. “Ah. No arguing. I'm making you tea, and then we’ll eat.”

You huffed but obeyed, shuffling back to your spot and curling up again. Just as you were about to close your eyes, you called out, “Can you heat more water? For my hot-water bottle?”

“Of course.”

You heard Zayne moving around your kitchen effortlessly, the soft clinking of mugs and utensils blending with the steady rhythm of his steps. The way he navigated your space made something stir deep inside you. The way he cared for you so willingly, with no sign of wanting anything in return, made you feel safe, secure in a way that you hadn't known in a long time.

Before long, he returned, balancing a tray with tea, food, your heated pad and tissues. So he was not joking about that then.

“Sit up,” he instructed gently. “You need to eat something. But don’t force yourself if you don’t feel like it.”

You pushed yourself up and accepted the tea first, inhaling the soothing scent before murmuring, “Thank you.”

You were about to take a sip when your gaze landed on the takeout bag in his hand.  “Oh, you actually got me fries and chicken wings!” You couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your lips as you looked at the comfort food you’d craved. It was exactly what you wanted.

Zayne smirked. “And they’re spicy. Just like you wanted.”

You raised a brow. “What happened to having a proper diet?” You’d been so focused on the comfort of the meal that you’d almost forgotten about the usual back-and-forth he always brought up when it came to nutrition.

He shrugged. “It’s better to eat something than nothing. And it’s perfectly fine to satisfy a craving now and then. That said, I did get you something more nutritious as well. I hope you’ll eat it later.”

A fond smile tugged at your lips at his thoughtfulness as you took a bite of a fry. “Thank you, Doctor Zayne.”

Zayne just smiled back, his gaze soft as he settled in beside you. You pulled the hot-water bottle closer, the soothing warmth a welcome relief against your pain, and continued eating. Zayne began eating his portion as well, the two of you slipping into a comfortable silence.

The moment you finished, you let out a deep sigh.

Zayne glanced at you, his brow furrowing just slightly in concern. “Did it not satisfy your craving?”

“It did,” you acknowledged. “But now I feel like eating something sweet.”

He let out an exaggerated sigh, shaking his head fondly as he stood up, gathering the dishes. Before you could even think about getting up to help, he disappeared into the kitchen. Moments later, he returned—with your favorite chocolate.

Your eyes lit up as you immediately reached for it. “You’re the best!”

He chuckled, a warm smile spreading across his face as he sank back into the seat beside you. “I just want to make your day feel better.”

You unwrapped the chocolate, grinning like crazy. “It already is… since you got here.”

“I’m glad.” 

His lips curled into that familiar, gentle smile, The kind that always made you feel seen, like you mattered. You almost forgot about the chocolate in your hand as you lost yourself in that moment, wondering if he knew just how much his presence had truly transformed your day. The simple truth was, with him near, everything always felt better. Apparently, even your period.

You brushed the thought away and held out a piece to him. “Now eat it with me, sweet tooth.”

You knew he wouldn’t be able to say no to that. Sure enough, he took a piece, and you munched on the chocolate together.

After a few moments, he tilted his head. “Anything else I can do to make you feel better?”

You hesitated. It wasn’t often you let yourself be vulnerable like this, but with him, it felt natural. You murmured softly, almost shyly, “Maybe just… cuddle with me?”

Without a second thought, he moved closer. “I can do that.”

And he did.

You nestled into him, his arms warm and secure around you. The steady rhythm of his breathing was a lullaby in itself, soothing and calming. You hadn’t even realized when sleep crept up on you.

The last thought you had before drifting off was just how lucky you were—to have the cutest, most caring doctor by your side.

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Sakusa Kiyoomi: Part of the Plan

Fandom: Haikyuu!! — [ Masterlist ]

Summary: ~0.8k, fluff

• You didn’t think helping a friend would ever lead you to be in demand from elite athlete Sakusa Kiyoomi, yet here you are.

Warnings: Post time skip spoilers.

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It was a soothing walk home you'd taken that evening, enjoying the fresh fragrance of the season when a brief interaction outside your apartment building caused you tilt your head and slow you pace.

"Oh here they are now!"

Your neighbour giddily shouted, pointing in your direction as evidence to the tall man beside her who then turned around. You recognised the athlete immediately, even without his signature teams' clothing draping his toned form.

"You made this meal plan?" It was direct, straight to the point, with recognisable scribbles held out before you.

It was apart of the plan you'd tailored for Atsumu, covering various nutritional aspects to help maintain energy and physique during the upcoming volleyball season. That damn blonde must've left it lying around at practice. You’ll get him back next time you hang out together but right now you held the prickly attention of his teammate.

"Oh yeah, I thought I was missing a page." Gratefully, you accepted the parchment with a polite smile whilst Sakusa shoved his hands in his pockets and spoke observantly through his mask.

"It's detailed, you know what you're doing."

"It's nothing overly professional but it does the job."

"It does more than that, I remember you always used to help out the volleyball team in middle school." He'd offhandedly mentioned, tilting his head slightly as if reminiscing - he was right, you were a year below and had volunteered to help the sports clubs when you could but you didn't think it'd be memorable.

Let alone to someone as antisocial and incredible as him, a top 5 Ace of the nation in Itachiyama.

"You recognise me?"

"You used a Hello Kitty plaster for my graze when first aid had run out of proper ones." This was said with what you assumed to be a disgruntled look since you couldn't see beyond his mask.

"It was a proper plaster. Just with more personality." You quipped back rather proudly, the player furrowing his brows slightly and responding with a hint of bemusement (you'd hoped).

"You said something similar back then, and I still disagree."

It was a slightly palpable silence that remained after that, unsure of how to react to Sakusa as a person rather than someone you'd considered out of reach quite yet. Thus he continued with an awkward clearing of his throat.

"Anyway, I was looking for you."

"To return my meal plan?" You instantly questioned, as if trying to aid the situation but he only shook his head before elaborating.

"To ask if you'd personalise one for me."

"Don't you have professionals for that?"

As a MSBY Black Jackals player, you’d expected them to have every amenity available to them in order to maximise performance - so for him to request such expertise from you was rather perplexing.

"I'm a picky eater." It wasn't as forward as answers you'd previously received, suggesting he was a little embarrassed about this disclosure.

"You're really gonna make this easy for me if I accept, aren’t you?" You retorted sarcastically, a raised brow sent his way but he remained unphased.

"I thought you may be looking to do this as a career, become a sport nutritionist?"

"Well I hadn't really thought that far ahead..."

Sakusa studied you thoughtfully, as if you were a new concept to his world that he didn’t understand yet, but he certainly wanted to try.

"Well as I progress, people will be interested in what I'm doing unfortunately. But it'll bring business your way."

It was considerate of him (even if he was repulsed by the idea of attention) to think about how the arrangement would benefit you also, it is an aspiring nutritions dream offer after all. Yet he presented no pressure, waiting patiently even if your casual shrug and acknowledgment wasn’t a conclusive decision.

"I mean as a Division 1 player, you're quite popular already."

"Think about it. Here's my number, give me a call if you change your mind." Sakusa gave you a slip with his contact information, burying his hands deep in his pockets once more and diverted his gaze away from you. "Or even if you don't."

"Thank you Sakusa, it was nice talking to you again."

The Spiker didn't respond verbally, instead nodding softly accompanied by a wave of his hand when walking away.

Your neighbour rejoined your side from where she’d retreated to, previously leaning against the building entrance steps with a joyous skip toward you and girly squeal to match.

"Did you just get Sakusa Kiyoomis' number?!"

"Yeah. For work."

"He came looking for you, he literally asked Miya-san for your address to return your plan himself. Then MSBYs' top spiker Sakusa Kiyoomi gave you his personal number." She reiterated again, adding emphasis and dramatics to the statement as if you'd failed to realise the weight of it.

"..." You glared discreetly, your neighbour far too enthused by such a thing, which was translated through your deadpan tone. "You're too excited about this."

"I don't think you're excited enough about this."

You ran your thumb over his elegant writing as you looked at the slip once again, a gentle smile subconsciously working its way to your lips at the thought.

“Maybe you’re right…”

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[ Masterlist ]

A/N: I have more… if you want…?

[kniesandtoews]

No Man is an Island

Summary: What does Auston do after locker clean out day?

A/N: This works as a reader insert stand-alone blurb, but it is part of a longer piece I'm working on featuring an OC. No warning except the mention of some sex stuff

You sat behind the wheel and let out a frustrated sigh. Toronto traffic was horrible, you knew that after living here for just over two years. The city was walkable and there was always an under so you never felt the need to get a car and yet here you were, waiting for things to move. Of course, this wasn't normal traffic. You left the apartment and made it to Etobicoke in pretty decent time. Now you were just waiting to get into the garage of the practice facility. 

It was end of season media availability and locker cleanup day. On a good day, that meant fans crowding the exit hoping to get a chance at selfie with their favorite player or get some gear signed. On a bad day, like after a historic loss, that meant giving the team a piece of their mind. 

You continued to tap your fingers on the steering wheel, as you approached, you rolled down the window a quarter of the way. You'd need to swipe the keycard but you also hoped when the gathering saw that you were not a player, not anyone with anything to do with the organization, they'd part the red sea and let you through without any trouble.

There were a few mumblings but otherwise they paid no attention and you were able to pull right in to the reserved spot. You pulled out your phone from the center console to send him a quick text.

I'm here. Want me to come in or wait in the car?

Be out in 5

Closing your eyes, you let yourself sink into the seat only to jump when the passenger side door open. 

"Fuck," Auston slumped down in the passenger seat as he nearly slammed the door behind him.

You tried not to laugh at him. "Well, hello to you too."

"Sorry, Baby." He leaned over to kiss your forehead. "I'm so over answering the same dumbass questions. One dickhead tried to say that I needed to go into my injuries like they had some fucking right to know what's going on with my body."

You couldn't resist, but only because you knew Auston could take it. "Was that your dear friend, Kevin?"

Auston let out a snort. "Nah, this time it was Luke, but thanks for paying attention."

With another smile, you leaned in to kiss him. "So what's the plan? Do you need to make any stops or are we going straight to the airport?"

"I'm good. Do you need anything?" He kissed you again as if he knew he needed to keep the conversation going but he couldn't resist having his lips on yours. "Have your snacks? Got everything for the kids?"

As if on cue, your backseat passengers both let out a few whines and yips. You both turned to look at Felix, his Mini Bernedoodle, and Elsa, your Bernese Mountain Dog. In all honesty, you probably had the dogs to thank for the two of you becoming a couple to begin with. You had your reservations about dating a famous athlete following a traumatic breakup but Auston encouraged a friendship based around the dogs first. Let's take the dogs for a walk, can Felix hang out with you while I'm on the road, come over Felix misses his bff. Eventually it became second nature that you were at Auston's place more often than not, you helped him cook because the man could burn pasta, and why not cuddle while watching a movie? It's kinda late, you can stay over if you want, but you know Auston's bed is more comfortable than the guest room. Of course, having multiple rounds of sex after getting ridiculously drunk at Mitch's weddingdid nothing for keeping the boundaries of friendship. Finally, you had to admit to yourself that you were head over heels in love with Auston Matthews and maybe, just maybe, you could handle letting him into your heart. Did you really have a choice at this point?

You gave a definitive nod. "Yep. Got you some Takis, mini waffle cones, ketchup chips, popcorn, and M&Ms. Oh, and gummies, of course. The kids are all set too."

The gummies were key. You hated flying and usually loaded yourself up with Xanax but when Auston needed to fly to Germany for some treatment options and the timing coincided perfectly with your older brother's wedding, Auston introduced you to the sheer bliss that came in the form of edibles.

"Good girl." He took your hand and laced his fingers in-between yours. "So Tommy is going to meet us there. He'll take the car back to the apartment and then pick us up again when I need to report to training camp. Is that ok with you?"

Glancing at him while you stopped at a red, you raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, but why are you asking?"

Auston kissed the back of your hand. You had noticed that whenever he was stressed, he'd seek out little forms of contact as a way to ground himself. "Cause it's your car. We'd figure something else out if you don't like the idea of someone else driving your car."

"Aus," You cleared your throat, knowing you were probably going to start an argument. "It's your car."

He let out a small laugh. "Not according to the province of Ontario. The car is registered in your name, Babe. I bought it for you. And, I intend to do the same thing once we get settled at home. You'll need a car in Phoenix, too."

"I can buy my own car, you know." You hoped the humor in your voice came through and that you weren't coming across as a spoiled brat.

"I know." He put his hand on your thigh, giving it a squeeze. "I know you like your independence and I know you never want to feel like you're taking advantage of me. But you know gifts are my love language and I want to spoil my girl. It's been a shitty week and I don't know if I'd be able to get through it if it weren't for you so for the love of god let me buy you a damn car."

You smirked. "I mean, there are other ways you can show your appreciation."

"Oh that's coming too. You know I can't say no to that pretty little pussy of yours." He slid his hand up your inner thigh. "I've got plans to fuck in every single room once we get home. You need a proper welcome."

Auston wasn't always that vulgar, so when he spoke to you, telling you exactly what he was going to do to you, you always felt your cheeks grow hot while a tingle in the pit of your belly grew in anticipation. A giggle escaped your lips. "Aren't your parents coming too?"

"In a couple days." You could feel his eyes on you. "So we'll have the place to ourselves until then."

You would have liked to have stayed on that train of thought but you were quickly approaching the airport so Auston shifted his train of thought to giving you directions. You parked by the FBO lounge and held on to Elsa and Felix while Auston checked in with everyone's travel docs. You popped a couple of gummies while you waited, watching from afar as Auston patiently signed a few autographs and posed for selfies. Finally, he turned back to you. "C'mon, baby. Let's go home."

You didn't correct him. You hadn't felt like you had a home in the three years since you'd moved to Toronto. Instead, "home" was becoming where you were with Auston. 

Even with the gummies, you were still white knuckling it during the take off. Auston rested his hand on the back of your neck, his thumb and forefinger applying a gentle pressure. He kissed your temple before resting his forehead against yours. "You're doing great, almost there."  

Alllright, Mr. And Mrs. Matthews

The pilot came over the speaker

We have reached cruising altitude so feel free to move about the cabin. We've got beautiful weather for our flight today and we should be landing in Phoenix around 1pm

You looked over to Auston. "Mrs.?"

"Eh," He shrugged as he took his hand off the back of your neck. "It's easier to list you as a spouse on the passenger manifest."

Feeling pleasantly fuzzy, you let out a sigh as you rested your head on his shoulder. "Well, I would be lucky to call you my husband."

If you were looking at him, you would have seen him smile that genuine smile of his, the one that leaves his eyes shining.

"I can't wait for you to be able to just relax." You took his hand and gave it a squeeze. "Not going to lie, I'm also looking forward to having you all to myself, at least for a few days."

You felt a laugh form deep in his chest. "Same here, baby."

[katxbuckyx]

A Different You: Chapter two: “But on a Wednesday in a café…”/ Edward Lemuel x (Plus!size) Reader

(Gif's not mine, credit to movie-gifs from Tumblr)

Hi! Here's the second chapter of the A different You fanfic! I hope you enjoy it! It was somehow proofreaded but I hope you won't mind small mistakes!

Wordcount: 2766

Warnings: mention of su!cide, bad talking about one self, mockery, slight bullying (pointing fingers at someone), some curse words, minors DNI.

This is my work and I don't give permission to upload it anywhere else, to translate it, etc without my permission!

K.

****

In all your, rather short, life, you never thought you would meet someone who was so similar to you. So much that you would feel as if you had known this person all your life, or even that they would be so much like that you would start to think that you might had known them in a previous one. You've always been one of those people who have trouble making friends with new people, who can't talk to them. You've always been the quiet, shy girl who stood in the corner and waited your turn. You thought you'd never get to know anyone, so when someone did show up, you accepted anything as long as that person didn't leave. Even if it meant allowing them to treat you in a cruel and nasty way, and to push you into the background. You knew they were doing it, but you never left anyway, you were afraid of being alone. This fear ruled your life. It made you feel lonely, even though you had people around you, and yet - something was missing. All the people around you were only with you because you were always available. Eager to help, to chat, to let them cry on your shoulder. To complain about their “miserable” lives, when in fact, their lives were far from it. However, when it was you who was having a hard time, no one was there. Ingrid suddenly had many more important things on her mind. Such as going to the beautician, writing a new play, chasing after boyfriends, or partying at the club with her “better friends”. You were left alone, and when she was in need, she suddenly remembered your existence. It's always been that way. And you had managed to lose hope that this would ever change.

Until Edward came across your path. At the beginning of your friendship, he was withdrawn and kept to himself. The second time you met, surprisingly, was in the park. You were returning from work at the time, and you decided to walk through the park that separated the shop where you worked from your small flat. You had a hard day at work because the customers could be very unpleasant. Particularly older people who think they know everything best and have to question your competence. Fortunately, it was your temporary job, or at least that's what you thought, because it was just coming up to your fifth year since you started working there. But well, times were tough, and you were always short of money by the end of the month. Being almost at the exit you saw Edward walking across the road.

“Hey, Edward!” you called out, and he turned around surprised that someone was calling him. However, as soon as he saw you got the impression that he was pleased to see you, or at least that's what you managed to deduce, because unfortunately you had a hard time seeing anything on his face.

“Y/N? Hi, haven't seen you in a while.” he said, walking up to you. He shook your hand in greeting, somewhat awkwardly, but you shook it with a smile.

You shrugged your shoulders. “Well, Ingrid didn't need another porter, so I didn't hang around”, you said.

“What a pity! I think I had something to carry out.’’ he said and sighed. You looked at him with raised eyebrows. “I'm joking! Of course it was a joke, but you see, I'm no comedian. A horror movie character maybe, but a lousy comedian.” he tried to lighten the atmosphere, but you shook your head.

On the one hand, you appreciated that he was trying to make a joke, but on the other, you didn't like the way he was talking about himself.

“And I'm a lousy porter, so I don't think we're both suited to a full-time job.” you said. You started walking down the path around the park, you don't even know when, your legs carried you by themselves. “And you're not a circus character, you're too nice and special for that.”

You could feel his gaze on you when you said this, but he didn't comment in any way. You continued walking and talking. You told each other how the week had gone and what your plans were. You mentioned to him about the incident with the old lady in the shop.

“For real! She said that if I don't know colours then she doesn't know what I'm doing here!” you said, gesturing vividly. “And she told me to pick out a red nail polish, there are a million shades of red!”

Edward laughed. “Well, I don't know, they all look the same to me.”

“Men...” you muttered, rolling your eyes, sending him a smile.

You had just reached a small bridge, so you leaned on the railing, watching the brook that flowed below. He stood beside you, your elbows touching. “How was the interview?” you asked at some point. The last time you'd seen each other he'd mentioned having one.

“Miserably” he replied, sighing sadly. You looked up at him.

“What happened?”

“I hadn't even finished saying my line and they said I wasn't fit for the role...” he answered. “And I really tried, but as they said, because of the way I look they couldn't understand what I was saying.”

“Bastards.” you said. You smiled reassuringly. “They don't know what they're missing.”

You guessed from the alignment of his face that he was smiling, and his eyes glazed over. He wiped them stealthily and for a while you stood in silence.

“And how's your book?” he asked after some time.

“Rejected.” you replied, shrugging your shoulders. You were used to failure. “Apparently, tear jerkers are no longer in fashion,” you said.

“Bastards.” Edward replied, poking me with his shoulder. “They don't know what they're missing.”

You sent him a beaming smile. The two of you continued to stand in silence, watching the park. As usual with him, it wasn't an awkward silence. It was nice to spend time with someone who was similarly quiet as you. It gave some peace of mind that you didn't have to change to fit in with someone.

The third time you met him was when you visited Ingrid. You went to see her to retrieve your coat, which you had lent her on your last outing to the bar. As usual, she had dressed inappropriately for the weather, choosing a shorter skirt instead of a warmer jumper, and as you left after the party was over, it started to rain. And as a good friend, you gave her your coat. Of course, she didn't even thank you.

It was your favourite coat, so you decided to get it back. You stood outside her flat, ringing the bell. There was noise, music and sounds of conversation coming from inside. Fantastic, she had guests... Impatient, you pressed the button several times in a row. On probably the tenth time, she graciously opened the door, standing in it with a puzzled look on her face. “Y/N?”

“No, Saint Mary. I came for my coat.” you replied, stepping inside as she moved aside. Inside were three men and two women. Ingrid's friends from work. You greeted them, but they ignored it and returned to their conversation. As you took your coat, you heard them laughing and commenting on you. Ingrid, who was standing next to you, said nothing, smiling “apologetically”. Well, what could you expect from her? You were always just her background serving to improve her image, other people's comments about you didn't matter to her. As long as they didn't concern her personally, of course. 

You said a quick goodbye and left her flat. As soon as she closed the door, you breathed a sigh of relief. Encounters with Ingrid always made you nervous. You knew you should break off this friendship, but you feared you would be left all alone... Although somewhere in the back of your mind was the thought that maybe that wouldn't be the case, because there was still Edward. You looked sideways at his blood red door. You remembered how he'd complained about them during the walk, but he'd had no choice, it was Ingrid who'd had them put in after they'd been damaged by someone helping her bring in furniture when she moved.

Speaking of Edward, he was just coming up the stairs. You smiled broadly at the sight of him.

“I hope you're not one of those crazy peeping Toms who lurk under other people's flats.” he chuckled, walking up to you.

“Blimey, now it's out to the world...” you replied and laughed. You shook your head, lifting your coat up for him to see.  “No, I came to Ingrid to get my coat.”

He nodded. “Why don't you come in for a coffee?” he proposed.

“I'd love to, but unfortunately, I have to go. I have the night shift.” you said. You really wanted to stay, have a coffee with him and talk. You enjoyed his company. Maybe even too much...

“Then why don't we meet tomorrow? How about a cup of delicious chocolate at the ‘Wednesday’ café? They have delicious cakes there too...” he asked, not relenting. He too felt a desire to spend time with you.

“Sure. Well, I'll see you tomorrow then? I can come here then we'll go together, it’s on my way.” you offered.

“Yeah, see you tomorrow. And I don't mind the walk.” he smiled with that smile of his. When he did, his face magically brightened. “Especially with you.”

You couldn't help but blush. You didn't say anything though, just said goodbye to him and started walking down the stairs. Despite yourself, you couldn't wait for tomorrow.

Before your fourth meeting, you were nervous. You don't know why, but you had a feeling that it was a date. You also decided to dress yourself in a pretty dress. You chose this dark pink one, slightly flared at the bottom. It had little floral embroideries and a V-neck. Nothing too daring, but not too elegant either. You wore shoes with a small stiletto heel and a light jumper over your shoulders, as it was already chilly in the evening. As it is in October. You touched up your make-up one last time and left the house.

You entered his building, moving up the stairs to his flat. Being closer, you heard voices. Ingrid was talking to Edward. You felt a slight sting in your stomach, that never meant anything good. You were afraid she would tell him something about you. It wouldn't be the first time she did something like that... Once you were on the right floor, you saw that they were standing next to each other and talking. She was holding a typewriter. Had Edward given it to her? You felt a lump rise in your throat, he had once told you that he would love to give it to someone because he didn't use it, and it just collected dust. You thought you would be that person, but seeing her holding it, you felt disappointed. However, you chose to hide it, you had no right to feel left out because you never let it be known that you would need it. However, you had always dreamed of writing a book on such a machine...

“Look what Edward gave me!” was the first thing you heard from Ingrid when she saw you.

You smiled widely, somewhat forcedly, but quickly changed your expression to a more cheerful one. “Great, you've always wanted one! Shall we go?”  you turned to Edward, who nodded.

“Sure, I'll just get my jacket on, and we can go.” he said and disappeared inside his flat, and you stood for a moment with the blonde in awkward silence.

Edward came out after a while, closed the door and after a quick goodbye to your friend, you both headed for the exit.

****

“So, you gave the machine to Ingrid?” you asked, once you had ordered your drinks and were seated comfortably at a table in the depths of the room.

Edward was right, this café was cosy. It gave the atmosphere of some enchanted place. It was full of greenery, lots of plants. The interior was brown and green, and on the walls hung paintings that the owner had painted.

“Yes, I don’t give a shit about it. I don't need it.” he replied, clumsily trying to slice a cake. It was somewhat cute. You nodded your head at what he said.

The two of you talked about everything and nothing. Edward told you about the upcoming auditions, he also showed you a commercial with him in it on his phone.

“Very convincing, well done.” you praised how he acted, smiling at him. You were glad he had acted in something, even if his acting only involved pretending to feel poorly in a commercial.

You also told him about your book.

“You know, maybe I'll end up in it too?” he said. You looked at him.

He didn't even know you had based one character on him. A figure that lit up the whole room when he walked into it. Because that's how you saw him. That's how Edward was to you. You always thought love would be loud, but it came quietly, crept into your heart, and took up residence there. You fell in love with your best friend, irrevocably and for good. However, you would never tell him this. You didn't want to destroy the fragile thing you had. It was so good, quiet and peaceful.

“Maybe you're already in it...” you said, sending him another smile. You hid your face behind your coffee cup so that he wouldn't see your blush.

He was already about to reply when someone knocked on the glass of the window where you were sitting. It was pouring outside, so you couldn't even see the person very well. Only his face with a frightening wide smile. The man was standing opposite Edward and waving in his direction. You looked first at the stranger and then at your friend. You had a shocked look on your face. You couldn't believe what was just happening. You were used to it being you that people reacted by pointing fingers at you... You sent him a sad smile when the strange man had gone. “You knew him?” was the only thing you managed to say after this awkward encounter.

“Don't worry about it, that's the way it always is. You get used to it.” he said after a while, looking in your direction.

For a moment neither of you said anything. The silence was broken by your voice. You uttered something you immediately regretted, but it was too late to take it back.

“Have you ever thought about suicide?” you asked. You remembered him mentioning his neighbour's committing. And just in your style, you must have asked a stupid question.

He shrugged his shoulders.

“Maybe.”

You poked him on the shoulder with your hand. You had a concerned look on your face.

“Hey, don't say maybe, say never!” you scolded him.

“I'd be like Werther.”  he replied.

You raised an eyebrow. “Werther missed.” you said dryly.

“Wimp.” you heard in reply.

You rolled your eyes. Of course, it's best to turn everything into a joke. You sighed. For the rest of your meeting, you didn't bring up any more serious topics. Just the weather, the Yankees losing, a run-over cat on the road, a trail of spilled petrol in the shape of a dinosaur's head.

When he escorted you outside your flat, you couldn't help yourself. You walked closer and, standing on your tiptoes, kissed him goodbye on the cheek. You hadn't done that since your first meeting. The only thing that was different now was that you felt his arms embrace you. Edward hugged you, tentatively and lightly, but still. You embraced him tighter and said in his ear: “Don't worry about what you have no control over. People will throw stones at you anyway because they will be blinded by the way you shine.”

As you climbed the stairs of the tenement, the thought went through your head that you had always thought that love only hurts, burns from within and destroys everything that stands in its way. That was how you had been taught and that was your experience of love up to that point. However, when you turned to look one last time at the man who had changed your world, you felt only peace.

[ven0moir]

Are MIKE & WILL aware they like each other? And just aren't sure it's mutual, or if they're just being delusional?

This is a wip but, I was DYING to post it following this beautiful read by @cypherheartnokey and @offsidetracked , my bychance moots:

tl;dr

As the title implies, I suspect that Mike and Will are both being more intentional in S4 than we have been giving them credit for.

They were playing a little game. Why do I believe this? Because this is ✨ Television ✨

And I'm going to be as bold as pinpointing the EXACT MOMENT IN TIME when their GAME began. It was right here:

The Moment Hope Bloomed between them, because Will Spoke Up.

WILL ROLLED INITIATIVE ( "I did, I guess I did" )

✨& INSPIRED ✨

MIKE'S ACTION ( "He'll come crawling back to you in no time." / "Will, I'm sorry, man" ).

😈 ACTION INTERRUPTED BY THE WORLD ( aka the horrors came back )

GA BONUS: my GA friend, when we watched this together the first time, saw Mike biking and went "Oh yeah he's going to apologize to El like Max sa----" the AWKWARD SILENCE that followed had me HOWLING. He literally just shut up in that moment and didn't say anything else HELP ... 💀 SIDE NOTE And yeah sure at surface level it feels like Mike spent the whole season trying to make up with El--I don't want to get side-tracked trying to "explain how Mileven isn't romantic", so this is all I'll say about it:

MILEVEN = SANDWICHED BETWEEN TWO PLATONIC "I love you's" BYLER: SANDWICHED BETWEEN TWO ROMANTIC COUPLES.

GA BONUS: The first time we saw that last scene, myself AND my GA mother actually screamed when Hopper and Joyce held hands bc for One Second, ✨we BOTH thought it was Mike and Will. ✨ She's not a "Byler shipper" and has no stakes in this situation--my guess? That was INTENTIONAL visual language to make us, the audience, associate Mike and Will as a pairing that 'holds hands'. My conclusion, like cypher pointed out in her post, this confirms to me that Romantic Mileven is the real JOKE SHIP here & Will thinks so too.

Now, back to THE GAME

WILL'S ACTION ( "Not possible" ) 😈 ACTION INTERRUPTED BY THE WORLD( aka the current circumstnaces: byers moving away )

look at the way he looks at Mike after he smiles like that + that CHEEKY, CONFIDENT LITTLE SMIRK as he trots off. But sure, he's totally not picking up on Mike's Queercoding™

✨INSPIRED ✨

MIKE'S ACTION ( foreshadowed by Phone behind Will ). 😈 ACTION INTERRUPTED BY THE WORLD ( aka Joyce's new job )

But not before his action ...

✨INSPIRED ✨

WILL'S ACTION ( "Will's been painting a lot") 😈 ACTION INTERRUPTED BY THE WORLD ( Mike self-sabotaged & kept Will from giving him the painting )

WILL'S ACTION pt ii ( Seeing through Mike + "What about us?" ) 😈 ACTION INTERRUPTED BY THE WORLD ( Mike keeps self-sabotaging / doesn't finish the conversation ) Being true to his name Will, he isn't deterred by Mike's perceived rejection. Will The Wise also sees through Mike. This is to say, in levels of maturity, Will is more emotionally aware, BRAVER and READIER than Mike to confront his feelings.

He's AHEAD of him in S4, and unlike Mike, he's SINGLE. Available.

S4 Will was 'playing with advantage' because of that. My question is, what gives Will hope? And right now, I suspect Mike said something during those phone calls that he perceived as a "clue"--we'll see in S5!

Will only seems deterred when Mike said "well, maybe you should've reached out more" because phone calls were supposed to be Mike's Action, according to him. So now, he looks like he's Questioning His Entire Reality. Because maybe he was wrong ...

To quote Jason, is he questioning if he ✨started playing a game on his own and WARPED FANTASY with REALITY and now he can't tell what's real vs what's not ✨?

The GAME was PAUSED once The World Went To Shit For Real this time. until ...

WILL'S ACTION ( "It always is, isn't it?" / Making Mike Laugh ) Will started off being there for Mike, but he naturally threw that flirty "it always is, isn't it?" line, Which we can count as his action ...

✨because it INSPIRED ✨ ...

MIKE TO RESUME THE GAME ( Flirty Mode On + "Hawkins isn't the same without you" + "let's be a team" )

COMMERCIAL BREAK:

I need to crash out for a second bc SNEAKY LITTLE POS ( affectionately ) ISTG WAS MIKE WHEELER INTENTIONALLY SENDING A ROMANTIC MESSAGE HERE??? Did he know EXACTLY what he was doing???--I think he thought he was SINGLE here and WAS HOPING the conversation would motivate Will to give him the painting?! I mean, it's all over the symbolism in this scene which I'll make an adjacent post on ( that's why you see the little numbers ) but anyway like I genuinely SEE him in my Third Eye, this mfer rehearsing what to say to Will in the bathroom before going into his room. It's giving:

I'M COO COO BUT I AM FREE

Back to THE GAME

✨Mike's Action INSPIRED ✨ ...

WILL'S ACTION ( Taking the painting with the intention to give it to him when The Moment Felt Right )

Aaandddd ... then The World Went To Shit For Real Real. Ensue Miscommunication trope, Mike's responsibility towards El, etc etc and then ...

MIKE'S ACTION ( "i'm just some random nerd" / corrupted by Intrusive Thoughts + Self-Doubt )

💀 "INSPIRED" 💀 ...

WILL'S ACTION ( Giving him the painting ... but lying about it )

Which then 💀 "INSPIRED" 💀 ...

MIKE'S ACTION ( corrupted Love Confession ... to the Wrong Person )

They both LOSE THE GAME

VECNA WINS THIS ROUND.

Now, let's go back to this scene, because there is a LOT to unpack here:

of course an incoming CAR interrupts them 💀 but anyway, it is my personal belief that

IF The World hadn't interrupted MIKE'S ACTION here, THEN ...

Mike asks Will to be his teammate -> Will gives him the painting In This Same Scene + gives his whole "you're a leader, inspiring us" speech but NOT disguised behind El -> Mike is visibly Happy / Flattered and Makes a Direct Move™--we'll say it is a Cheek Kiss bc it would've paralleled S2 Jancy -> ( GIFT GIVING + CHEEK KISS )

BONUS: Will loves gifts too and Christmas is his favorite holiday likely bc he loves presents and in S4 they forgot about his birthday entirely I'm going to freaking cry scream throw up my sweet baby GIVE HIM A BELATED BDAY GIFT DUFFERS OR I SWEAR .....

alternatively, Will ends up being the one giving the kiss, which I think S4 Will and even S3 Will WOULD have done. S5 Will is another story. I'm of the belief that at the start of the season, he'd rather DIE than confess to Mike tbh.

But the reason why I think the cheek kiss ( or whatever the Duffers decided ) would've been initiated by Mike is because I'm currently asking myself ...

is S5 Chance going to hijack whatever S4 Mike's Move would've been & thus S5 Bychance will start off somewhat similarly to how S5 Byler *would* have, if Mike and Will had Won The S4 Game?

Mike: too slow Chance: too fast

Let's explore why I' m asking myself this.

S1, S2 and S3 Chance exist strictly as a concept. S4 Chance though, exists as both a concept & a random bg character nobody expects anything from outside of his role as a follower/bully.

S5 Chance?

He is ...😭he was foreshadowed as Will's ... First #Something & Mike's Rival in AT LEAST S1EP1, S1EP4, S4EP1, S4EP4. The pattern made my brain go haywire because of the MIRROR numbers. So I googled the meaning of 14:41 and I got this:

Seeing 14:41 PM continuously on your clock has a very clear message that you can't miss: you must be careful, because the path you've taken might not be the best one.

This reversed hour is related to exploration, freedom, adventure, and independence, but all of them together have two sides. The first, positive, is what they clearly demonstrate. The second, somewhat more complex, is that of responsibility. And that's precisely what your guardian angel, the universe, or whoever else is telling you: be careful, because you're straying from the path. This message can apply to the world of finance, family, romance, or friendship. Either way, you need to be careful. The good news is that you still have time to correct your course. It's in your hands to turn around now and find a solution to all of this. Otherwise, you may miss something very important. source

Uh ... is that not what we've been saying about Bychance? I'm screaming. But there's ... so much more ...

so much more ....

✨ to be continued ✨

NEXT POST:

BYCHANCE HINTS ( The Trojan War )

[galedekarios]

Can I ask where the dialogue about gale previously being a professor pre game events is

hello, anon! thank you for the question. the short answer is: there is none!

the longer answer is that as far as we know, he wasn't a professor before the events of the game, but only becomes one in one of his epilogue endings.

we do know gale is a wizard of acclaim and scholar of exceptional accomplishment:

Gale: Let's see. I hail from Waterdeep, the City of Splendours. I'm a wizard of considerable acclaim, and scholar of exceptional accomplishment. I have a cat, a library, and a weakness for a good glass of wine. And if the mood takes me, I'm known to try my hand at poetry. There.

it could mean a number of things of course, we don't exactly know because gale doesn't say what that entails for him, but he likely published works on his research subjects and it's also likely he's worked on spells with tara together since we do know that she invented the 'cat flap of displacement'.

we do also know that gale had pupils prior to the game, but not as a professor:

Player: Do you have much experience being a teacher of magic? I suspect so. Gale: I've had a pupil or two, but never for very long. Their ineptitudes tend to... irk me. Gale: You do seem to be a precocious talent though. I can always tell when I meet with a keen mind receptive to Mystra. Gale: Keep it up and she might just take a personal interest in you one of these days.

again, we know he wasn't a professor or he would've certainly mentioned it in his introduction, as well as it not being such a big part of his epilogue ending, showing his growth and making peace with himself. the way his files frame him becoming a professor also speak against him being so before the game:

This dialogue covers instances where Gale attends the Withers party in a human (non-god) form. His default state is that he returned to Waterdeep and became a professor of Illusory magic at his former school, Blackstaff Academy. General vibe here is that this is a Gale who's found peace with himself - he's a great teacher, one his students are mostly in awe of.

i think it's more likely he either tutored - as that is a very common practise in waterdeep, and even available to the lower classes:

or gale took on a wizard apprentice independently, which... i can sort of see happening. although, it seems he wasn't ready at that point. we can only speculate as to why. perhaps these pupils couldn't keep up with gale, who we do know has a brilliant mind that's always moving, perhaps he wasn't ready yet to take on such a great responsibility while romanticising the idea itself.

what we do know is that he likes sharing knowledge, he wants to impart wisdoms and teachings. not only do we notice that along the journey with gale as a companion, but it's also explicitly a wish revealed by the love test with zethino the dryad:

Zethino: Gale: the learned wizard. The charming gentleman. The walking apocalypse. Zethino: Listen. Think. If the wizard were given the choice, what food would he be? Player: A shiny red apple - wholesome as can be. Gale: Ah, the fruit of scholars. How I long to have a troop of loyal students grace me with apples by the orchard-full in exchange for wisdoms imparted... devnote: Pleased, briefly daydreaming

and that he does grow into his own in the epilogue, through his travels and experiences.

he becomes a great professor, whose students hold him in high regard and whose passion for the position is evident in everything he says during the epilogue.

anyhow, i hope that was helpful! 🖤

[lurkingshan]

Japanese QL Corner

Another week with lots of Japanese QL content! The first three are on Gaga, and I highly recommend jumping into the weekly watch!

Takara's Treasure

I'm very interested in what this show is doing. This week, we got a subplot about an actual creep to put Taishin's zealous interest in Takara into perspective, and we also got some explicit discussion of same sex attraction. Taishin continues to display extraordinary levels of naiveté, but for me this tracks because he is written as the kind of person who has been extraordinarily sheltered, perhaps by choice. It's not just that he's from the country, it's that he's the kind of kid who only wanted to talk to his pet bird and didn't seem to notice other humans until he was in his lowest moment of grief and a kind and beautiful boy helped him. It's not hard to believe that a kid like that would never have been in a group chat or contemplated whether he can like girls or boys. This is the story of Taishin coming out of his shell explicitly because he was drawn out by Takara, and I am curious to see where it's headed with its themes.

I Hear the Sunspot

A downbeat episode this week as the semester ends, the boys stop having an excuse to see each other regularly, Taichi tries to hide his encounter with Miho, and Kohei's hearing loss gets worse. The way these two kept missing and misunderstanding each other in this episode was painful. I am sitting with the way Taichi pulled back from their friendship following his encounter with Miho, and wondering how much of that is due to confusion over his own feelings of intense anger and protectiveness. In that scene under the bridge, it didn't just feel like he didn't get that Kohei's confession was serious, it felt like he wasn't listening to him. Taichi kept looking down and away the whole time Kohei was talking, and then when Kohei asked him a direct question, he refused to answer. I get that he wants to protect Kohei (though honestly, refusing to explain himself is far more hurtful to Kohei than telling him about a girl he barely knows being ableist), but it felt like more than that. Taichi was putting up a wall around himself. This episode was more in Kohei's perspective, so I am hoping we will get a bit more inside Taichi's head next week.

Ayaka is in Love with Hiroko

This week was not as zany but it was an important transition episode for Hiroko, as she finally seems to realize that Ayaka is serious about liking her, though she still hasn't figured out what to do with that. One of my favorite things about this show is how horny these two are for each other; it's very fun to watch Ayaka try all her best moves while Hiroko fights it every step of the way. I liked the business trip and the chance to meet some new characters (including a butch chairperson!). This show feels very specifically rooted in a lesbian experience and always finds ways to bring those touch points in.

Bonus: Ossan no pantsu ga nandatte ii janai ka

All 11 episodes of this excellent show are now available on @isaksbestpillow's blog! Unfortunately I am not able to watch today, but I will be posting my final thoughts on this awesome show as soon as I get the chance. It's one of my favorite dramas of the year.

Tagging @bengiyo to add a manga update

[crownofefflorescence]

If all else fails, you could set up a replacement account? I've noticed some differences between being hostile and agreeable (obedient?) and got curious: How many emotion (?) routes are there? Are there locked routes planned?

Hello again, thanks for the ask!

Tumblr support has always been very helpful when I've reached out before and apparently this has happened to other IF authors - trying to be patient, so we'll see! You won't see a notification for this post, unfortunately. And despite being optimistic, the inability to respond to anons or reply to comments under posts is slowly eroding my will to live, lol...

Eye twitch.

But good shout, a backup account would not be a terrible idea.

EMOTIONS + PERSONALITY

As far as locked routes are concerned, you won't have to worry about that for a while. At a certain point, your personality will lock in (probably in chapter 2, 3, or 4) but your feelings towards the twins can change over time. That's one of the ideas that excited me the most about creating this interactive fiction!

I will note that if you are agreeable or subservient to U in the beginning, they are less likely to hate you any more than they already do - how reassuring, I know - but U might also have different ideas of "agreeable" than your MC. As I've said before, U is toxic complicated.

This difference in U's responses will become more apparent in future updates but as you noticed, you can see glimpses of it in the first chapter.

Some more information from a previous devlog:

There will be personality variables included as flavour text which also appear on your profile page and I’m excited to see how it shakes out! Choices made throughout the first few chapters will determine your personality for the rest of the game. It’s a bit of an arbitrary system at the moment, but it makes the most sense to me which is important! There is a total of 4 possible “personalities.” A few smaller personality details have been added and will be either fine-tuned or removed altogether as I continue to improve the demo! Special traits are also available (we’ll see how often they’re mentioned), one of which you might remember from a previous post. And, of course, how do you choose to respond to the complete and total obliteration of everything you once were?

I'm not confident that this answered your question in a satisfactory way, but hope that was at least interesting for you to read!

~ Effie

[writingquestionsanswered]

I'm so scared I lost my touch when it comes to writing. My work schedule got busier, so I went months without writing anything at all. Now I'm trying to get back into it, but I can't seem to find a rhythm like I used to. I'm so upset because writing is my only hobby and if I lose it...I don't know what the point of anything is.

Out of Practice with Writing/Feeling "Lost Touch"

Here's a little secret about writing: the writing experience and skill you have never goes away, even if you haven't written in DECADES. It isn't like a container of water that evaporates when it's not being refilled so that one day it's gone. Your skill might get a little stale when you're out of practice, but you never lose your ability to do it.

So, why does it feel like our writing gets worse the longer we go without using it?

Here's another little secret about writing: every minute you spend on this planet makes you a better writer. Even when you're not actively writing, you are constantly absorbing the stories of the world around you. Your brain's ability to tell better stories keeps growing even if you're not practicing your writing skills, so that when you finally get back to writing again, you can tell what you're trying to write isn't as good as you want it to be... and that can feel like your writing skills have atrophied or vanished even when that's not the case.

Getting Back Into a Writing Routine - Right now, it might help to focus on getting back into a writing routine rather than worrying about what you're writing. In other words, put more focus on showing up when you have available time than on what exactly you're writing. Things like journaling about your day/a unique experience, writing book/movie/game reviews, flash fiction writing prompts, short poetry, fan-fiction drabbles, free writing, and writing exercises are great "low impact" things you can work on when you "show up" for your writing time. Have a look at my brand new post Slowly Easing Back Into Writing (With a Busy Schedule) as it has a bunch of other ideas and links that may be helpful! i hope that helps!

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[lifeiskentastic]

Ken x gn!Reader as friends to lovers story

A/n: my first fic on tumblr… and hopefully not the last;) also english is my second language so if you notice a mistake please write to me about it, 'cause i'm just learning and this will help me a lot.

Summary: A real world reader finds a box of vinyl records in Ken's house, which leads to an unexpected turn of events.

Genre: fluff, comfort, friends to lovers;

Song played in fic: Biggest Part of Me by Ambrosia;

World count: 805 words;

Hope you enjoy!

***

"Ken, can I borrow this, please?"

You point to a small box in the corner of Ken's House (and yes, as it turns out, it does really exist), right by the entrance. Although it may look small at first glance, if you take the lid off, you'll be genuinely surprised at how much can this thing hold. How many music records can this thing hold.

"Mmm," Ken turned to you in confusion, distracted from the very important task of destroying all available books about patriarchy (only those that mentioned horses survived).

As soon as Ken realized what you were pointing at, he jumped up and ran over to you.

"Oh, this thing..." He exhaled heavily, as if he didn't know how to describe it: "I brought it from your world... I haven't figured out how to use it yet. But it was fun to play with it in Frisbee, though."

You had to hold back your giggles, knowing full well that the box contained not a Frisbee but rather vinyl records of 80s rock hits.

"Ken... Don't worry, I know what it is, and unfortunately, I wouldn't recommend playing with it."

Ken looks at you in confusion, waiting for an explanation.

"Then what does it do?" Now his face was full of curiosity.

"Oh, it's music." You bit your lip, already anticipating that wave of the cutest delight in the entire universe on Ken's face. "My favorite music, for real. What a coincidence!"

"Ah, so that means we can listen to these little flat wheels?"

As difficult as it was, you still controlled your laughter because you didn't want to hurt your friend's feelings.

"Huh... Yes, Ken, wait a minute, I'll play you something."

You had noticed beforehand that the box contained a modern vinyl record player. The only question was where Ken had gotten it from, but you decided to put that aside for later. There are more important things to do now. For example, the culturalization of the inhabitants of Barbieland for unselfish purposes (or one particular inhabitant of Barbieland for, to be honest, a little bit of selfish purposes)

You could feel Ken's intrigued look on your back as you conscientiously chose which song to start your immersion in the deep culture of the 80s. Of course, you chose the one you thought Ken would like the most. Of course, it was a love song.

As the playful melody began to play on the record player, you were very pleased with yourself. But Ken was still on edge. So you wisely decided to relax him a little.

When the first words of Biggest Part of Me by Ambrosia touched your ears, you gently led the surprised Ken into a dance, grabbing him around the waist with one hand and intertwining your palms with the other. He was a little confused, but he quickly realized what was going on and began to follow your movements. His puzzlement turned into a gentle, homely smile, and those two crystal blue eyes look that always gave you goosebumps.

"It's a nice song." He spoke calmly and quietly, though there was no need for that. "Make a wish, baby, and I will make it come true."

He began to sing along to the beat of dance, which suddenly gave him control of the situation.

"I finally found someone who believes in me." Ken kept staring at you, still smiling gently. "I need your love here, next to me."

It seemed as if with every turn in the dance, your faces were getting closer together. And when you felt that you were crossing the line between friendly dancing and something closer and more romantic, you had to stop it. But you didn't want to.

"You're the biggest part of me".

Immediately after these words, Ken stopped singing. He thought for a moment and then confidently proclaimed:

"Hmm, really," he raised his eyebrows as if he had come to some brilliant conclusion, "I really feel like you are the biggest part of me."

You had to swallow because something strange and incomprehensible was preventing the answer from coming out of your throat. However, when you felt your cheeks burning, you realized that this strange and incomprehensible feeling was embarrassment. A very unusual kind of embarrassment, the kind that you shouldn't normally feel towards a friend.

"M-m", You understood that Ken was waiting for your answer, so you gathered all your willpower into a fist and said, "I feel something similar, Ken."

Ken's smile grew bigger, and his joy radiated from him like rays from the sun.

"I'm, ah, glad to hear that... Does that mean we can continue dancing?"

You smile back. Ken was charging you with positivity just by being there.

"Of course, Ken, as much as you want!"

You were both ready for the next song.

Thanks for reading! I'd also love to hear your ideas for the next Barbie fic, so see ya.)

***

[gatheredfates]

Salutations and Happy New Year! 🎉 I thought I'd start 2025 off right with a Compendium update, especially since I plan on trying to run a drive to put the document out into the world again and try to find some new communities in the wake of a fresh year.

This update is small, mostly because I was travelling the month of December, but I'm hoping to have some new resources/communities very soon. ✨ As always, if you know of a place that isn't featured here, feel free to submit it using the google form here!

However, without further adieu, the following communities have been added to Sea's Community Compendium for XIV Creatives.

LORE

FFXIV The Twelve—Collected and compiled by ann0yance(bsky)/@sa8oteur, this spreadsheet contains currently available lore, trivia and speculation about the twelve deities commonly worshipped in Eorzea.

Have you thought about joining our Tumblr Community? You can find it here!

Want to submit? You can either fill out the google form here or send me an ask with the relevant information!

Is my space suitable for the Compendium? Most of the time, yes! Below the read more is some more information/stipulations. This is all publicly available on the document. 🍷

Below are the following things I do not accept on the Compendium:

Personal/Single-Character LFC ads. (Though these get posted to the SEAFLOOR Tumblr Community when I find them!)

Content intended for or can be used for bullying, harassment and OOC gossip. E.g. ‘Secrets’ blogs, receipts, callout posts, etc. This does not include IC tabloid blogs or other ventures used to generate roleplay.

Communities that do not have an RP/writing element (large-scale exempt).

Anything I find personally distasteful or goes against the spirit of this project.

Common-sense rule applies.

I want to put my community on the Compendium but we have an application process. Is this okay?

Yes! Just note somewhere in your application that's a requirement. The only thing that is mandatory for the Compendium is that you must be open to new members or have a public-facing/accessible facet. There's no point advertising a community if no one can join it in some way!

I want to put my Community on the compendium but I only have x number of members —

Also totally okay! People don't start with large communities. Activity is a must but, whether your server has two or two thousand members, if you're looking for new people to join, I'd love to help you find people.

I want to put my community/resource on the Compendium but I worry its too niche?

Okay, and? If your Eorzean Fishing Alliance has four members but you roleplay every second weekend, I still want to know about it. The same goes for resources; if it's relevant to the game, it'll be useful to someone.

How active does a community need to be?

If you find a community has not been active in about two/three months, send me a message and I'll take a look at it. Communities have ebbs and flows, especially event spaces that may take hiatuses depending on member interest/life events. I'm not strict in my implementation provided a space isn't dead. If a link or anything is broken, contact me asap!

I have [insert a question not stated here]?

No drama! Send me an ask or use the #Compendium channel in my Discord!

[eat-your-milk]

Hi! I've been binging your fic Kiss The Sky (omg it is SOOO GOOODD <333) and I've gotten curious about the bits of old Norse you've slipped in. I've been researching and trying to figure it out for the past few days (for my own fic as well loll) and I can't figure out where you're getting it from.

I know quite a bit of HTTYD fic authors, if they use translations in their fics, use Icelandic because it's easier to find a translator for it and it's pretty close to Old Norse. I don't think I've seen a fanfic use either of the Futharks, (but.. there's good reason lol. Translation machines on it will/would be iffy [more than the Icelandic ones], and it's hard to find a Futhark font lol) and it doesn't seem like you're writing out a Romanized version of the Futharks (unless you are :0 ). And plugging in those words into an Icelandic-to-English translator only works part of the time (could entirely be the translator's fault).

I guess I'm just trying to find where you're getting your language and culture notes from? Sorry for the ramble, and I hope you're doing well! :D

First off OMG THANK YOU!!! Im so glad ya like my fanfic!!! :D!!!! And I am doing ok, thank you for asking!!

This is a fantastic question! I hope this answer isn't too overwhelming! I just really like history lol.

While I do try to draw some knowledge from Elder Futhark, I tend to lean towards transliterations of Old Norse (mainly for the reading experience and the fact it would take me many years to understand what we know about Futhark lol. And translators from what I can tell are VERY iffy lol.)

I draw from a lot of different sources which I then cross reference to get as accurate as possible. Most of my translations come from the work of Snorri Sturluson, namely the Ynlinga-Saga and The Poetic Edda. Specifically: I tend to use the Bellows and Bray translations of the Poetic Edda as my go-to for Old Norse.

In fact, a ton of Snorri's work will come in handy for understanding some religious and cultural aspects, namely the Heimskringla, which is about the various leaders of Norway.

Good news is these are actually available online for the most part! Some translations vary though, so it is good to cross reference.

I have read (mostly) through Viking Language 1 by Jesse Byock which was pretty helpful as well! (planning on reading the second one at some point)

I also tend to reference this website for Old Norse Translations and info (Definitely not to be used as the only source tho since some translations are iffy) As silly as it looks it is actually a FANTASTIC source for specific things like what Vikings used as directions, names for boats, runes, measurements, etc.

https://www.vikingsofbjornstad.com/index.htm

For my culture notes~

The Vikings by Johannes Bronsted (I sure hope I wrote that right but im not looking at it rn lol) was really helpful! I am still in the process of reading Children of Ash and Elm by Neil Price, which has been pretty helpful with understanding Viking's as a whole and how their actions were influenced by their religious beliefs.

I always try to cross-reference online sources when I can just to be sure (I trust websites waaay less than books lol), but here are my main websites I use:

https://www.norsevk.com/

https://viking.style/

https://thevikingherald.com/

I have done more research outside of these specific sources, but I have a bad memory and I can't remember the specific book titles and websites :( Sorry about that! If I remember anything else Ill link it!

If anyone else has any good references, please feel free to add it!

I hope this helps you and answers your question! Thank you so much for asking!! :D

[gurlu]

could you give me some advice on how to make a magic system>? i was inspired by you but i dont know how to start :[

Here's a mouthful of a post that I did to get some advice, but I'll try to add more to the mix to better answer you. When I was making my magic system, I was just 13. At the time I was bored, and I liked Skyrim a lot, along with Pokémon and many other things. I saw all the different elemental types that many magic systems in video games and fiction could do, and I thought : "What if I made one that blends everything, or at least as much as possible, while still making sense ?" The rest is history I guess, I just thought about the basics, then added the fact you could blend stuff together. Once I got my elements, I also tried to think about each possible manifestations a spell could have. From an explosive projectile, to an erupting pillar to a shield to a curse to a passive property. In the end, I had 20+ elements and around 30 manifestations. Now put all the manifestations in a column and elements in a row ; and you got yourself a neat little array of every single spell that could ever exist in that system. And that's how the spreadsheet came to be. The world building of it came after, and yet it helped with seeing the scope of it all so much better too. But you can see what happened here : it was gameplay first, lore second. It was the dynamic of the system first. Now all that aside, since the start I knew what I wanted : Take as much "superpower" I could think of and make it make sense in a magic system. Bonus points if it can work in an RPG context. So I think that if you want to make a magic system of your own, you got to ask yourself the correct questions first : - What's the point ? What do I want to do out of this system ? Do you want to complement something that exist ? Do you just want to have fun making it ? Do you want to make the magic system first then the rest ? Do you want to mix ideas from this media and that media ? - In what context will it be used ? A videogame ? A novel ? Tabletop RPG ? Can the system be played ? Does it need to be used ? If so, it needs rules, it needs to be understood enough so that it can be manipulated, it needs resources to limit it, whether it's mana points, spell slots or any other components.

- What's the core aspect of the system I want to empathize ?

Do you want your system to be special first and foremost ? Should it stand on its own, or should it help other things stand ? What makes my system so special to begin with anyway ? Find what you want do at the core, then make sure this aspect stands shining atop the rest. A solid core principle is much better than many smaller ones. That should be all I can think of. If you (or any other reader) got any other question, you can always DM me. I'm always available to help people create (and be a nerd).

[emytellsrandomstories]

Production stages of the Fan Comic of "The Wish Kingdom" !!!

(written by @annymation)

And as promised, here is the "schedule" I said I was putting together for the Comic fic production process.

In the end, this isn't really a "timeline", it's more like a list of what I'll do to build the comic. I want to make all the processes very clear and described to give you an idea of how it will be done and a small idea of how long it will take.

Remembering that I am a human being, not an AI to do things quickly, I have another life beyond networks and this project.

Besides the fact that none of us are being paid to do this comic (although I really wanted to, I'm not going to lie), all of this is being done on the basis of love, affection, positivity and adoration for the initial concepts dispensed by Disney, their classic films that really made that company grow and the main messages conveyed by Walt Disney while he was still alive: "If you can dream something, you can make it happen!" and "It's fun to do the impossible!"

So please be patient and kind to me and the entire team! I already love, adore and thank everyone willing to follow our project.

<3

Well… Let's get started!

1- Rereading and Separating the text:

Starting today (02/26/2024) I will be re-reading Anny's fanfic, separating all of her text into scenes, highlighting the following points:

Atmosphere

Characters (designs made by @uva124)

Speeches and facial expressions - the message

Thus defining "who says what, how and in which place?"

Since I will be doing the setting art myself, as the story progresses, I would really appreciate a little help. I'm guessing if you're reading this you've probably already read The Kingdom of Wishes and consequently imagined the scenarios! If you find any images online that remind you of the locations of the scenes in your mind, you can send them to me as a reference! I'm always open to references for drawings!

2- Make the "Thumbnails"

I don't know what term foreigners use to define the thumbnails that make up the first drafts of comics, but here in Brazil, we call them "Doll", in reference to the fact that the sketches are a "test doll" for the comic strip .

Anyway, I digress! It is at this stage that I define the composition of the scenes through sketches. This is where I define what appears or not in the scene, what the scene will be focused on, how I will guide the reader's eye by the meaning of reading the scene, where the lines, the characters, their movements and others will be located… It's a planning phase on how to portray the scenes; the most complex I would say.

3- Review

Here I take a break for two days or three days at most, to relax and forget about the project for a bit. I come back with new energy and review everything that was done, ask for opinions and suggestions from the team, in short, I give a great evaluation and improvement in everything!

4 - Finalization and Publication

In this last step, I transform the sketches into final artwork using graphite pencils, colored pencils and pens that I have available.

When they are all finished, I will publish the comics here and on all my social networks!

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Finally....

I would like to say that yes, I will be posting spoilers for all these stages, watch them at your own risk!

Remembering that English is not my native language, so I really hope everything was understandable! But if you have any questions, you can send questions to me or any member of the team!

And if you want to know a little more about my arts, you can check out my Instagram!

Kisses full of light and stars!

Let's work!!