#superfun read

[implodingmind]

Perilous Times by Thomas D. Lee was a fun take on a modern version of the Arthurian legends with the main theme being Sir Kay vs climate change

It has some passages like: "Hard to flee from sorrow in a country that’s haunted by the past. Ground waterlogged with memories at every step. Riding towards Manchester is riding towards guilt, the kind of guilt that he doesn’t have space for, alongside his grief."

But then it also has a lot of: "The first sign says, SECURE FRACKING FACILITY. Some kind of fortified brothel?" "I'm not taking life advice from a squirel who used to be racist." "Harsh but fair."

10/10, would recommend

[fairyhaos]

anyway. new hc incoming stay tuned

[incandescentflower]

I'm not the biggest fan of the "I don't know how I feel" thing from Thame this episode when everything he had done before seemed so deliberate, although I accepted it more as I thought about Thame as a character.

Thame's entire young adult life has been enveloped by his work so it sounds like they are saying he's never experienced these feelings before, but Pepper explaining it to him made it clear that it isn't simply being an idol that makes Thame so detached from his own and other people's feelings, it is a tendency of Thame himself. And here he goes, possibly unintentionally hurting yet another person in his life.

I also was not keen on how he was pissy to Po when he was jealous. I am on record as only really liking jealousy plots when the jealous person knows it's their problem. Obviously, Thame can't know it's his problem if he doesn't even know he's jealous, but he still teetered over the edge of playfully grumpy to being cold and aloof.

When you juxtapose that with how Po handled himself this episode there feels like a huge cavern between them emotionally. Po was shown to be so self-aware and kind with Nano. He understood Nano by simply paying attention to him in a way that the others clearly did not. Po continuously demonstrates such a high level of emotional intelligence. He even clued into why Thame was suddenly being so cranky and is really confident and secure in the vibes he feels Thame is giving off even if Jun keeps poking at him.

Po is so on point with other people's emotions, while Thame is floundering and needs step by step instructions. (hi Bad Buddy influence, if you didn't catch it with the song, here's a love instruction manual for extra emphasis. honestly I would have cackled if it was Pa's steps and it was clear that Pepper got it by watching Bad Buddy, I enjoy the "other bls exist in this universe as dramas" thing msp established and would have enjoyed them keeping it going)

Anyway, we can't have a drama without…you know drama and here it is plain as day - someone who means well can still hurt you. Someone who is new to these feelings might misstep and falter. I know why they ended the episode where they did, but I would really like to see what Thame is going to say to Po about how he's been reacting. He does seem very earnest when he is clued in, but I'm hoping we see some more growth here. It's what Po deserves. It's clear I've already grown very attached and will fight anyone, even Thame, if they are a jerk to him.

But speaking of jerks to Po, I really enjoyed Po and Jun together this episode. I hope they continue this light frenemies dynamic. He's a different kind of a jerk. He's a jerk (affectionate). I'm still reading Jun as being a very obnoxious cupid here. I would love to see him get his own side couple story because a person who thinks that antagonizing is the way to get people to open up would be superfun when they are forced to let their own guard down.

[notyoureve]

Since I got very sick and I can say bye-bye to work for now, this is a great opportunity for me to catch up on the last 2-3 years and finish reading the updates on all the Caulscott fics ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ *smirks insidiously and rubs her palms*

My dear author-pals, I’m so excited and already mentally imagining all the comments that I’ll write to you after my little reading marathon — so wait for me🥺❤

P.S. — Pluuuus, it's superfun and extremely interesting to check and evaluate how I have improved my English and how much the language barrier has been overcome over the past years; I'm really wondering how much I can read without using a translator🤔

[motsimages]

Whenever someone famous dies I am always surprised by the reaction of some people, who feel it as if someone close to them had died. Sometimes maybe they met and they have an anecdote, but often they just know them from the art they created. "His books were with me during my teenage years", "I listen to her music everyday". I understand the company they gave but you can still read the books and play the music, that didn't die. It always confuses me because I only had this feeling of closeness with certain famous people for a couple of years in my adolescence. As of now, I cannot think of any famous person that I like that would produce grief in me. I only know if I like what they do or not and I may have a very superficial idea about whether or not they're nice or their political ideas.

People speak of separating the author from the art and I find that relatively easy because I know almost nothing about the authors and artists I like. If at all, I read the wikipedia page but I don't look for interviews, follow them on social media or seek interaction with them in anyway. What do I care about how they are as people or about their opinions about certain things? If it is important for them, it will show up in their work easily enough for me to notice, I won't need to dig.

Not once in my entire life have I thought of following an artist on social media. What for? Social media for an celebrity is part of their job. They will only show things related to it. If they are giving their opinion on political matters, it is also job-related. And even if it isn't, I also believe people are complicated and whatever I might find about famous people are just glimpses of a life I cannot understand or follow because I will only have access to whatever they want to show about themselves publicly. I may read all their interviews, con panels and follow their instagram and still it is very partial information. And it should be. They don't owe more to people they don't know.

When I discovered Taika Waititi, he wasn't famous. I did have to periodically check if he had made a new movie or something. This was before social media was everywhere and I just checked online every once in a while. Sometimes I found something else that was silly made by him. Now I don't even have to do that because you guys will let me know before I even have time to miss him. As a teenager I was a huge fan of Elijah Wood. I am very happy to see him in movies now but do I keep track? No. It is always a nice surprise.

So with all this in mind, the fact that some people get angry, deceived or distressed by some art they think should be otherwise, and they believe they are entitled to speak to the artist about it, who the fuck do they think they are? You are nobody. The writer writes for themself. The actor plays what they think is interesting for them. And if you like it, that's fine and if you don't, that's also fine. They are not your friends just because you follow them on twitter, they know nothing about you and they shouldn't know anything about you or care about your opinion at all. "Oh but if fans don't buy their books, they won't make a living so actually" Fuck off. They might work as a waiter and write in their time off if needed. Fans are not and should not be the center of an artist's universe. Also, other fans that enjoy the same things you despise exist, so the artist is safe from bankrupt, don't worry.

I get the feeling of closeness because I have it too. I get wanting to be part of it, wanting to maybe chat with them or whatever but that, for me, is only daydreaming. One day I may meet someone I like and we can have drinks or something and it is superfun. We could even become mates and play boardgames together! And thinking about this is fun but it's as possible as me winning an Oscar. But I already have many things to keep track of in my life, many people to keep an eye on. Artists and entertainers are there to make it easier for me, not to add onto that.

[mashithamel]

Rating the Elder Races series:

There are still some novellas I haven’t read yet, but my library doesn’t have them, so I’ll be stopping here for now while reading some other things. This was a superfun series!

17. Serpent’s Kiss (Rune/Carling): Rune can’t get me past the crusty, old vampire who’s trying to retire and die but is also a romantic lead 🤢

16. Peanut Goes to School: manic pixie dream kid gets the better of a teacher-bully. Good for him.

15. Devil’s Gate (Seremela/Duncan): zzzzzzzz I’m happy for them 😴

14. Hunter’s Season (Xanthe/Aubrey): I mean, I came around to them eventually, but kind of an outlier story, both in setting and social status of the leads

13. Dragos Takes a Holiday: it’s cute! But mostly a little filler story.

12. Wicked (Olivia/Sebastian): if this wasn’t fiction, their little workplace romance would have flamed out spectacularly and left their coworkers uncomfortable for months while stuck on a tiny island with them

11. Lord’s Fall: set up for the back half of the series, with great action and some new characters. And then a very silly birth situation.

10. Shadow’s End (Graydon/Bel): practically the definition of angst *chef’s kiss*

9. Midnight’s Kiss (Melly/Julian): I like how they have a lot of fun and laugh together. Shackles in a dungeon don’t hurt either

8. Pia Saves the Day: an amnesia love story between some old favorites

7. Dragon Bound (Pia/Dragos): this was such a great start to the series. Pia’s a great protagonist, Dragos is scary-sexy, and plenty of action.

6. Night’s Honor (Tess/Xavier): Xavier is one of my favorite types—strong, powerful, restrained, thoughtful. Tess is also an interesting character, and I like the slow burn.

5. Oracle’s Moon (Grace/Khalil): Grace, and how she cares for the kids as well as shouldering her financial difficulties, captured my attention as much as Khalil’s.

4. Natural Evil (Claudia/Luis): look, a tough woman and a sex-on-a-popsicle-stick-with-brains guy take out a slavery operation. What’s not to love?

3. True Colors (Alice/Gideon): I am a sucker for a sweet story about mating at first sight, between a rough-around-the-edges cop and a not-at-all-tough girl, where both realize they are home with each other

2. Kinked (Quentin/Aryal): this one single-handedly converted me about enemies-to-lovers, and I was there for every minute of it.

1. Storm’s Heart (Tiago/Niniane): I love everything about this one. It’s funny. It’s sexy. An extremely powerful male sets himself aside to support the woman he loves. It’s all very Lan/Nynaeve and I adore it.

[toestalucia]

(from Seofon, oh my god why are you doing this) "I got you something, Danchou~ It's a gold-brick.. shaped box of chocolates! Don't you think it's neat?"

   For a second he actually has their full attention, hand stopped mid-air in a half-finished sign of ‘wait’. But Seofon continues speaking and the curiosity in their eyes disappears just as fast, exchanged for the hand moving to press against their forehead instead, they should’ve known better (they would’ve done the exact same joke after all).

           “ An airship would’ve been neater “, they retort. Yes, it was cooler than the average rectangular box, but Gran wasn’t about to admit that right now. Still, the work of filling in landing permissions can wait, and so Gran reaches out to grab the box to check for the contents.

[riisinaakka-draws]

*wonders why there are suddenly a lot of new notes on older works...*

*realizes also that has not posted new things for a while despite drawing a lot...* 

*well well well...time to do something about that at least... * 

*updates some of the tumblr drafts and kicks the procrastinating perfectionist ass a bit to actually click ‘post’ *

[papofglencoe]

Oh, Caryn, I'm so sorry! Goddamn insurance companies; doctors' offices are no better. Have you tried contacting the physician his/herself? I worked with doctors for years, and the decent ones would always say, "If you have a problem, don't go through the office people; get ahold of me." I'm hoping the doc would have more of a heart on this, especially since it was his/her office that screwed up. I'm sending you hugs and kisses, and hoping a solution is soon to come. #weloveyou #noreally #wedo

Hey Froovs! You know, this was completely an error on the part of the doctor’s office... they told us back in mid-August they’d submitted our paperwork to insurance, but I don’t think that ever actually got done because somehow they defaulted us back into the system as self-pay (we had to pay out-of-pocket for the first round). And their finance department never coordinated with their medical department about the requirements for treatment that the insurance company has (the requirements are pretty b.s., like getting a baseline estrogen and FSH count on CD3 of an unmedicated cycle... oy vey). There’s a long story here on what went down yesterday, but the short story is that after I shuffled out of their office in defeat my doctor found out about what happened through the finance department and called the executive director of the clinic about it. Then the director called me and told me their office was footing the bill for this round of IVF because they’d bungled things. I’m guessing what you said took place... the doctor wasn’t having it and threw her weight around about it. I’m so thankful she- or someone- stepped up for me like that. So from the lowest low to the highest high... I kind of went through some hell in the past week, but I basically hit the lottery because of it and feel incredibly lucky right now. 

I love you too, chica! <3333 I’m sending hugs back your way!!!

[arcane-ish]

I know on some tv shows some very obsessive people (no shade, it's greatly appreciated) did like detailed screentime or "amount of dialogue" breakdowns.

I wish something like this existed for Arcane.

Granted, I feel like in most fandoms it was done to settle some score, ie to prove that ie men were getting more screentime than women, characters of color were getting less screentime than white characters, that a character's screentime had gone up or down a lot in a season compared to a previous season etc.

But I always thought those were superfun to read and think about.

[mickisketch]

The art I made for Chapter 5 of Chasing the Vortex, the story I’m making with @fawn-eyed-girl and @neutronstarchild 🥰 Go read it it’s superfun! (I’m not biased I swear!)

I was having way to much fun painting that tornado and turning it pink 😎 and I think I like the version without inu in it... which makes me feel like a traitor oh weeelll 🤓😏

(Once again thanks @kalcia for helping me sort out Inu’s anatomy. lifesaver for sure! 😘)

[andie-inspired-hearts]

#binbrookmedium #inspiredhearts #readings #pendulumhealing #medium #emotionenergyhealing #contactus #greatday #superfun https://www.instagram.com/p/B3V9FwuFxD_/?igshid=1s8qkc8q03aoz

[chris-evans-indian-fanfic]

Voice

One-Shot

Description: When Mr Freezy enters your life, your peaceful world is destroyed.

Warnings: Non-consensual, voyeurism, masturbation, verbal abuses, harsh language and hints of necrophilia

DO NOT PROCEED IF THESE THINGS UPSET YOU. THIS IS A VERY DARK STORY. ONLY PROCEED IF YOU ARE 18+

This one-shot is my entry for Week 5 of @donutloverxo 's superfun writing challenge. This time, the challenge was based on GIFs. The one I selected will appear in the story below. Click here to participate in their weekly challenges

A/N- I blame @jtargaryen18 for making me an unholy hoe for Mr Freezy! 

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You were living the best life in 1969. Working part-time at the ice-cream parlor in the mornings, hanging out with your friends in the evening and sneaking out for parties at night, you loved your routine, carefree life in New Jersey.

Your foot bobbed along the tunes of Honky Tonk Woman by The Rolling Stones as you read that month's fashion magazine, sitting by the new, shiny cassette player. Taking pride in the fact that your family was the first in the neighborhood to buy the expensive cassette player, latest in the technology of playing music, you smirked as you delicately, almost teasingly fondled the device. 

*beep beep*

The annoying horn of the filthy ice-cream truck broke you out of your reverie. Scowling, you turned to look at the abomination on 4 wheels parked right in front of your house. The long-haired driver, who called himself Mr Freezy, always gave you creepy vibes. Maybe he thought his wide smile would lure in more children, but it never failed to make your skin crawl with disgust. 

You tried your best to ignore him and his irritating horn, hoping that he would drive away soon enough. Unfortunately, it was a hot summer's day and there was a long, winding line of customers.

After yet another *beep beep* you slammed down the magazine on the table. Walking out in your pinkish-red knee-length skirt and long-sleeved top, you had a good mind to tell Mr Freezy off.

Standing in front of his ice-cream truck window, you stomped your foot and placed your hands on your hips. "How can I help you Ms Jello Mould?" his disgusting attempt at comparing you to a dessert sent a chill down your spine. 

"You have a long line of customers! Stop pressing your horn every 5 seconds!" you exclaimed, gesturing your hands towards the waiting people.

Mr Freezy chuckled, but the mirth didn't reach his eyes behind the glasses, "Now now. That is no way to talk to someone who is older than you Raspberry Ripple," he said in a friendly tone, "Not everybody can afford to buy a cassette player." 

"Maybe you can if you cleaned your ice-cream truck once in a while," you spat, purposefully covering your nose, "I work in an ice-cream parlor, and no establishment dealing with ice-creams should stink like this!" 

"My customers don't seem to mind it Sugar," his sweet tongue rolling the last word as if he was drooling.

You huffed, "I mind it! And stop with the horn! Or I will have daddy make sure you are never seen here again." And with that hardly intimidating threat, you walked towards your house. Mr Freezy licked his lips as he saw your silhouette disappear behind the front door. He could put your bratty nature to good use. Very good use indeed.

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Dressed in a brown checkered dress, you sauntered home after your shift ended, your spirits high as you looked forward to being Ricky's date tonight at the party.

As you entered your home, your eyes fell upon the new cassette sitting besides your beloved player. Squealing with excitement, you rushed and grabbed the plastic box, hurriedly prying it open. To your surprise, a few photographs of you and Ricky fell out of the case with the words "Does daddy know about him?" scribbled on the back of every photograph.

No no no. OH GOD NO! you panicked as you rifled through the images. Your parents had no idea about your nightlife, let alone your boyfriend! These lovey-dovey photographs threatened to reveal your secret and ruin your life.

You found another note in the box behind the cassette, "There are plenty where these came from. Now be a good girl and play the cassette." Just beneath the sentence, a chocolate bar was roughly drawn in the corner and the words “My Chocolate Fudge” were written in small letters. 

Your hands trembled as you hit play. A raspy voice greeted you from the device.

"Hey baby." You knew this voice, who was he? "Has daddy's little princess recognised me?" You were pretty shaken up, your mind refused to let go of the terror and think straight for a moment as your thumbs rubbed against one another.

"Oohh Sugar, what am I going to do with you?" the voice chuckled. That sentence brought you to a complete halt. It was Mr Freezy! How dare he threaten you like this?

Before you could form any coherent thought, he tut-tutted in annoyance, "How can an ordinary ice-cream man like me trouble a beautiful young woman such as yourself? What will Daddy say? Let's call Daddy shall we? I am sure he would enjoy looking at how well Ricky can fondle his daughter's breasts."

You felt numb as his words sank in. If your father found out, he would have you sent to the country, to his relatives who lived on a farm! Eww!! You shuddered, overcome with disgust as the cassette continued.

"Now Sugar, we don't need to tell Daddy about us. Do we?" You shook your head in response. "Very good," Mr Freezy continued, "Open the curtains to your right, and look at the house across the street."

You followed the instructions, and nearly choked on your spit. There he was, in your neighbour's house, smiling and waving from their first-floor window. "Follow my next instructions very carefully, or I will make sure that your entire neighborhood comes to know about the wonderful kisser that Ricky is."

You could only nod in response. No matter what, you could not afford to let your family be humiliated because of your actions. 

"From now on, hit pause after you finish every command. And hurry, we haven't got all day Sugar. Your mother will be home soon. And if she is home before I am done with you, then let's just say tonight there wouldn't be any dessert for you," you gulped in agreement.

"Pull up a chair near the window and place the player near you." Your fear slowed you down and the recorder kept on playing, "Face the window, and strip." After a pause, you heard, "Sit on the chair and spread your legs wide. Keep your feet on the windowsill."

The rest of the commands fell on deaf ears as your body was stunned in shock. Did this man… really? You couldn't. You wouldn't. Maybe you could still apologise…

Tears brimmed in your eyes as you realised what this man wanted you to do. It was almost 4:30pm and people would soon fill the street in front of your house. If anybody decided to even look towards the window, they would surely see your body on full display.

As if reading your thoughts, Mr Freezy shook his head and pointed to his wristwatch.

You knew your mother would be home before 5:30pm. Whatever you had to do, you would have to do it quickly. 

With trembling hands, you paused the cassette, and obeyed his first two commands, the upholstery on the chair feeling warm against your naked bottom. From this angle, you couldn't see him, but you were sure he was keeping an eye on you.

You were correct. 

Mr Freezy sucked on his ice-cream bar as he watched the scene unfold. His tongue working the cold dessert as if it were your core. A small bite here, a suck there, and his length was already aching in his pants.

"Oooo look at that slutty pussy! Just waiting for a man's touch," his voice cooed from the recorder, "Play with your clit with one hand, and bring your other hand to your breast."

You begrudgingly relented, wanting to get it all over with soon. Heat flooded to your face as the indignity of your actions set in.

Across the street, Mr Freezy unzipped his pants, and started rubbing the neighbor's panty on his shaft, his touch fleetingly light as he sucked on the bar. He bit into the ice-cream when you rubbed your clit, the cold going straight to his length.

"I love how your plump breasts bounce everytime you take a step. A man can get lost in those curves of yours," his raspy voice continued, "Squeeze your breast lightly. Feel it's roundness. Tease your nipple too. Fondle it with one finger." 

You bit your lips as you followed his instructions. You had masturbated a few times and had even reached third base with Ricky, but it had never felt like this. You knew this was humiliation in answer to your rude behaviour. But this… it felt… good. You were ashamed to admit it, but as the teasing prolonged, you started feeling the familiar and ever elusive knot building up in your stomach.

"Yes yes yes baby. Rub that clit harder. Make that pussy wet for me. But don't you dare enter a finger in your cumhole." 

He watched as your hips thrust upwards, desperate for friction, as he started pumping himself faster. 

"Slap that boob," he commanded as another moan escaped your lips, "slap harder!" and you did. "Pinch your nipple and pull it. Pull it you cock sucking bitch."

More wetness pooled at your core as you continued to play with your body. 

"Stop," said Mr Freezy's voice. At first you thought you misheard him and so you didn't.

"I said STOP YOU FUCKING BITCH," his shouts from the player sounded as clear as a bell. 

Startled, you brought yourself to a complete stop. Despite yourself, the sudden cessation left you feeling disappointed and hungry for more. "Pause this recording. Go to the full-length mirror in your room and have a good look at yourself," his voice urged you.

Meanwhile, Mr Freezy had come undone across the street, his thick release coating the neighbor's cotton panties. He sighed as he used the neighbor's brassiere to wipe himself clean. He was longing to get a taste of you. Too bad he had other things planned for you instead.

You ran towards your room, trying to hide your nakedness as much as you could. You didn't recognise the woman in the reflection. Hair astray, lips and cheeks slightly flushed, puffed breath, eyes wide and the hair on your mound glistening with your arousal. You couldn't bring yourself to meet your eyes reflected in the mirror. 

You carefully went downstairs, and resumed the cassette.

"Saw the slut in the mirror? That's who you are bitch. A whore for a man's cock. Don't let Ricky touch that filthy pussy again, or I will fill you with my cum infront of your Daddy while he watches," the cassette ended with the heavy threat.

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You were living the worst life in 1969. Quite often, you came home to a new cassette with new instructions recorded on them. Everytime, the plastic box was filled with naked photographs of your previous lewd acts. Up until now, you had jumped naked in front of the window, placed ice on different parts of your body, deep-throated an ice-cream bar and stripped to a vulgar song. 

Tonight however, it was different. He had asked you to carry a bottle of wine (that he kept on your bed while you were gone) and go to a hotel at midnight. Mr Freezy had explicitly mentioned that you were to wear only your bra and panty. Still, you covered yourself with a long coat as you snuck out of the house.

The hotel, if you could call an almost crumbling building that, was in the notorious part of town. With your heart pounding in your throat, you shed your coat and knocked on the door. A large man answered, his smirk widening as he took in your appearance. "You Buffy's girl?" you nodded just as you had been instructed. The stranger pulled your breast and dragged you into the room. 

He smacked your ass as he grabbed the wine bottle with another, "Buffy always sends the best stuff."

He was swift in opening the bottle, chugging the liquid down as if it was water. You shuddered at the thoughts of what this man was capable of doing to you. Tears filled your eyes at the realisation.

The man looked at you and, without warning, shoved the glass bottle in your mouth. "Drink. I like it when my prostitutes are drunk." His gaze swept over your entire body. One second you were gulping down the foul liquid, the next you were gasping for breath as he pulled the cups of your bra and poured the liquid down your torso, "Let these girls drink too! Lets get hammered baby!" he exclaimed as he pulled the elastic band of your panty and poured the wine on your mound. 

He laughed maniacally as you squirmed in his grip. Drinking the last of the drops, he pulled you into his lap, licking and sucking at the wine currently following down your figure. 

Your protests only spurred him on, but it all lasted only for a few seconds. 

You felt the stranger's body seize with yours. Breath coming in harsh rasps, you felt your throat constricting as sharp pain shot in every nerve of your body. Your agony, along with the stranger's, lasted only for a few minutes as your shallow breaths became few, finally coming to a raggedy stop.

Mr Freezy smiled a lopsided grin into his binoculars. He hurried across the street, grabbing the girl's dead body and dumping it into his ice-cream truck.

He happily hummed when he saw the ice slowly creep up your skin. You see, this profession had turned Mr Freezy cold, inside out. To an extent where he despised the warmth of a pussy around his cock. He craved the cold. He craved you.

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[tsubaki3192]

Oh I’d really love to read the aquarium HC’s!!! They sound superfun. And I am curious about the Nicknames with Mitsuhide. An idea for that: MC wants another nickname, one that’s not little mouse and they try out different ones but they all sound wrong and they end up at little mouse again?

Nicknames

[Mitsuhide x Reader]

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Tags: @tsuki-no-usagiii @wingardium-letmefuckyou @unstoppablelinda @zavannahmj

Let me know if you want to be (un)tagged? 

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Notes: OML I APOLOGISE DEEPLY FOR HOW LATE THIS IS… I SWEAR I DIDN’T MEAN FOR IT TO TAKE THIS LONG-

So, uh, what happened was I started writing, went WAY off tangent to both my original idea and your request, came back to a full circle… Before realising I should’ve just rewritten it altogether… If anyone actually wants to read the other fic, well, I’ll post it xD

I feel like such a shitty author… ALSO I may or may not have been watching Stray Kids “The 9″ season 5 and suddenly had an idea-

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Other comments: So, uh, I think I’ve decided to completely scrap the aquarium headcannons altogether and I’m actually really sorry about it as it was the very first thing I started when thinking about Ikesen. 

So I want to apologise once again to @wingardium-letmefuckyou and to everyone else who wanted to read the headcannons, but I truly have no idea how to write it…

….. Okay that’s enough from me, I guess! Here’s the long-awaited fic xD

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“How many times have I told you not to call me a ‘Little Mouse’?!”

Your footsteps stormed against the floorboards as you made your way back to your room, leaving Mitsuhide to stare at your back and baffled at your outburst. Hands clenched in tight fists to your sides, you brushed past an equally (if not more) surprised Masamune before reaching your room and slamming the door shut. 

“What just happened…?”

You were livid and that was something new. Usually and normally, you were rather docile and that was one of the many things that had initially attracted Mitsuhide to you. (Your inability to use violence was another, but that perhaps merely further worried him whenever Nobunaga brought you to the battlefield.) Nevertheless, your rambunctious yelling and anger had caught the attention of the many castle’s residents, including a particular mother-like warlord and the right-hand-man of their lord. 

“How many times must I tell you to not make her-”

But the flickering expression on Mitsuhide’s face, one of rejection, caused Hideyoshi’s words to falter at the back of his throat. Simply speaking, the said caramel-haired warlord had forgotten just who Mitsuhide’s sole weakness was: You. And he could only sigh, placing a hand on your lover’s right shoulder comfortingly.

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It hurt. 

 It really did.

You weren’t sure what brought it up, nor the reasoning behind your anger, but there was nothing you could do anymore. You had lashed out at him, and that was that. To be fair, it was a lover’s spat of sorts- not that you and Mitsuhide got into that many. You would always come to an agreement of sorts; somewhere in between both your suggestions. More than often, it would be in regards to the time and dates of your… well, dates, so this would be the first time you had ever needed to compromise over the whole nicknames thing.

The truth was, you really didn’t mind what he called you. Yes, you were willing to admit, there were times where the nickname could be considered as condescending but you were also willing to admit that you were also naive in many different ways. 

Huffing quietly, you plonked down on your still-unrolled futon and brought your knees to your chest. Your arms, however, had found it’s way to the covers you and he shared, pulling it up and over your nose. 

You would be lying if you ever thought his scent didn’t calm you. 

Sandalwood. Gunpowder. Cinnamon. 

….Well, okay. Maybe the last one was impossible, granted you didn’t know exactly when cinnamon had arrived in Japan but the scent was there nonetheless. 

But the pain, guilt and regret from your words was enough to send tears running down your face. Truly, you wished you hadn’t said what you had to him. It was his one day of relaxation; a day where he could fully spend time with you, the only woman he promised he would ever love.

And you’ve just gone and ruined it.

“(Y/N).”

You could hear Mitsuhide’s voice on the opposing side of the door through your somewhat quiet whimpers… Which meant, you had come to learn, he could also hear you. Stifling your sobs, you called out to your boyfriend, allowing him to enter the room. You burrowed your head in the covers, hoping you could hide your tears from him… Even if you knew it was simply impossible.  

“My dear, will you look at me?”

Mitsuhide placed a gentle hand on your head, brushing your hair behind your ear and allowing the strands to glide through his fingers. The same fingertips made it’s way to the soft curve of your cheek and down to your hidden chin. His whole palm was on your cheek now, as he gently coaxed you from your hidden position behind the comforter. You abided, sinking into the touch of his warm hands as he gently wiped the hot tears from your cheeks.

“As observant as I am, I wasn’t aware you didn’t enjoy the nickname.” 

Prick. 

As prideful as the statement was, it succeeded in eliciting a giggle from your lips. Your hands found it’s way out of the blanket and began roughly wiping at your tears, laughing dejectedly at the situation. 

“The thing is, I really don’t mind. Really.”

You shook your head, resting your damp forearms against your covered knees and your chin against your forearms. But he just knelt in front of your slightly rocking self, raising his other arm to fully cup your face. Gently placing his forehead against your own, his nose nudged against your own- a rare Mitsuhide Eskimo kiss. 

Your eyes had instinctively closed on it’s own, allowing the final droplets of tears to escape the corners of your eyes.

One. Two.

Raising his forehead from your own, he pressed his lips against the corner of each eye. 

Please don’t cry. 

And again his head rose even further, pressing a slow, loving kiss against your forehead. 

I love you.

When he finally removed his lips from your forehead, you rose, stumbling, as you regained the strength in your knees from the tight pull towards your chest. Expressionless, golden eyes watch your stance, offering a single hand when you stumbled. He pulled you towards him as you settled yourself in his lap; his legs now crossed before him.  

“My love,” he utters, his low, silken voice soothing your trembling self, “had you truly despised the name, you would have informed me early on.”

Your head bobs up and down, agreeing quietly with his statement. Your arms wound itself around his neck, drawing him impossibly closer. And Mitsuhide could only chuckle, pressing another kiss against your left temple as he inhaled the scent of your hair.

“Now, apologies for the sudden curiosity, but I would like to know the terms of endearment men use in your time-”

His arms rested loosely around your waist, fingers clasped together at your spine. His thumbs however, had found that aching knot in the centre of your spine and pulsed gently to release the discomfort. Your lips fell into that of a content sigh, though he could still sense the racing of your pulse that only continued to rise as he continued to probe about your previous lifestyle.

Anything to hear your melodious voice, right? 

But he was serious when he said he wanted to hear the terms of endearment lovers gave one another in your time. Changing names wasn’t a huge issue in his mind- people could easily be renamed, after all- but if this was what you truly desired, he would have no qualms in doing so. 

After all, if his princess wasn’t happy, how could he be?

Whether or not you did mind what he called you, you responded to his question rather hesitantly. It had taken a few moments for the names to rise to your mind: You were never one to date often, preferring to seek for a ‘Mr. Right’ before going on a first date. But your friends certainly had been, and so you had recalled the various names your friends had called one another… The generic ones, of course. 

Mitsuhide only hummed in response, listening closely to your words as you spoke. He would need to test these nicknames out later, gauge your responses, before continuing on.

And today seemed to be just perfectly set up for him.

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“Mitsuhide, where are you taking me?”

It was a futile question, given the smart-looking grin and the sly look in his eyes as you watched him. It was a futile question, knowing just how stubborn your man could be when he wanted to tell you next to nothing… Or when he wanted to keep it a surprise. And it certainly was a futile question as the direction he was heading in was that same, well-trekked path you usually took to his- and now your own- favourite teahouse. Yet you asked it anyway, hoping for some kind of response; any kind of response from the man who wouldn’t give in unless ordered to. 

Even then you just smiled innocently beside him, all signs of your earlier anger- whatever the cause had been- dissipating with the early Springtime breeze. Your smile caught the eyes of the Azuchi citizens, as did your linked hands and the same, slight upturn of Mitsuhide’s lips. Your relationship with Mitsuhide hadn’t exactly been made public to the citizens, but the pleased state of both yourself and he was enough to assume. 

And though they found it difficult to trust him, the fact that you were happy was enough.

“Come now, sweetheart.”

Tripping, you swore you had heard him wrongly.

Say what now-?

“Babe, there’s not much longer before we’re there. Did you require any assistance-?”

But you had once again zoned out. Impossible. 

Granted you had your suspicions from his earlier questioning, but for him to carry it out… Your giggles and that seemingly painful blush was enough for your lover to press a gentle kiss against your burning forehead with a chuckle.

“My my, Princess. Had I known I would receive such wondrous reactions, I would’ve interrogated you earli-”

You slapped a hand over his mouth as your lips overturned into a slight pout, prompting another chuckle vibrating from that broad chest of his. And before you decided to storm off embarrassedly, you prodded him once in the chest with your alternate hand.

“Damn you, you…. stupid enemy of mine!” 

Baffled, Mitsuhide couldn’t comprehend the term. And though he had quickly come to a conclusion that you were highly embarrassed by the pet name, he couldn’t help but grin at the irony of the name you had called him.

‘My enemy’… How fitting…

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“Nooo~… Stop calling me those nicknames already!”

You see, as much as you enjoyed being called these names, there was that dilemma you had foreseen: That furious blush you had first made appear on your face several days ago had not yet faded, thanks to the sudden change in nicknames, and now you were actively avoiding your boyfriend. Naturally, with a man like Mitsuhide and his string of spies, hiding yourself was near-impossible and so here you were in the middle of a War Council, ‘hiding’ yourself in Hideyoshi’s right shoulder- much to Mitsuhide’s chagrin.

Face also buried in your hands, you pressed your forehead against the green haori you made for Nobunaga’s right-hand man. The man in question, however, just reached over his shoulder with his left hand and ruffled your hair comfortingly while Masamune and Nobunaga remained curled in hysterics, though the latter was somewhat closer to Mitsunari’s giggles. 

Somewhat.

Ieyasu’s mutters didn’t help either. As grumpy as he usually was, the mild ramblings of “What a waste of time” and “Foolish couples” only spurred on Masamune’s laughter, the latter having had the timely luck of positioning himself beside the porcupine-like male.

“But sugar,” Mitsuhide continued, grinning, “Seeing your face simply brightens my day! Won’t you show it to me?” 

“Nooo~”

If anything, your face was now pressed almost painfully against Hideyoshi’s back. As for how out of character Mitsuhide was, both you and he could honestly care less. If there was just one thing you could choose at this moment in time, it would be for your lover to stop calling you those sugary-sweet nicknames he knew you would never become accustomed to. 

“Come now, Mitsuhide,” Hideyoshi began, shaking his head with an unmissable frown, “Surely that’s enough teasing?”

And the said male just chuckled, agreeing with the rhetorical question as reaching over to coax you from your ‘hidden’ position with the brush of his fingers to your hair and nape.

“Princess? Will you accept this humble soul’s apology-?”

But if you had anything against it, it was lost to the pearls of laughter and your trembling shoulders from Mitsuhide’s words. Just what part of him had a ‘humble soul’ again? As far as you were concerned, he was the most unorthodox warlord of them all… In his own way. (You had to admit, all the warlords you knew were unorthodox in their unique way.) I mean, how often do you see warlords carry out tortures on their own will? How often do you see warlords tease the way he does?

Mitsuhide was everything but ‘a humble soul’. 

“Mitsuhide- love-” you wheezed between breaths of laughter, “Stop. Just stop, okay?”

Slapping your knee, you had unknowingly and audibly labelled your lover with a pet name selected on your own- something only Mitsuhide knew to be a mistake of yours. (You had long claimed yourself to be unable to call him by any other name than his own, after all.) But the other warlords- luckily- hadn’t taken notice, only smiling gently at the sound of your laughter.  

Yet you padded over anyway, lips still tilted upwards as a reminder of your earlier fit of giggles, landing gently in Mitsuhide’s lap. 

“Welcome back, little mouse.”

Though you had chosen to sit across his lap (rather than in his lap), your arms were wrapped around his neck and your face hidden in his right shoulder. And if it weren’t for the relaxed sigh and your overly-warm breath, he would’ve imagined that crimson blush drifting against his chest as his arms wound around your own. The sigh was one of comfort, he supposed, running his fingers through your hair and untangling what was knotted. Was it perhaps something to do with that old nickname he had brought back?

Ah, he chuckled to himself, I suppose I should question that later. There are more pressing concerns here, after all.

When the warlords were finally dismissed from their posts- granted, with open laughter from Nobunaga at the speed Mitsuhide had exited the room- the golden-eyed kitsune made a beeline to your shared room carrying you princess-style. Sliding the door shut with a talented foot, he settled you down in the futon gently and joined you, sliding a large, calloused hand in your own smaller ones. 

“Princess,” he greeted, pressing his lips against your intertwined hands, “Will you look at me?”

Reverting your gaze, your eyes met his own, glittering deep with thought.

“Will the princess grace me with her thoughts?” 

Your lips curled into a smile as you stared at the ceiling in wonder. Sure, you were willing to share your thoughts with him, though you supposed some form of teasing was required after everything he had put you through that week.

“And why should I?” 

Crossing your arms, you huffed in false irritation though the small upturn of your lips spoke wonders. Teasing him in return was all you had wished for, but your fox-eyed lover had caught sight of that grin, along with that strange sparkle in your eye of the telltale cheekiness. And he played along, intertwining his opposing hand with your own and pushing you gently down to the futon below. His lips fell upon your own, greedily kissing you breathless. Panting quietly as he slowly raised his head, he took note of the sweet blush that had once again made it’s way to the curve of your cheeks.

“I was just thinking about how I’d much rather hear your nicknames for me, rather than the ones from… Well, my time.”

Mitsuhide’s chest just rumbled as his laughter- a true one- echoed through the room and sat up, pulling you into his lap.

“Of course, princess. Anything you ask for, you’ll receive.” 

Pressing his lips gently against your forehead, you hummed against his chest in satisfaction. You didn’t need any of that. Any item Hideyoshi or anything else someone had given you was easily replaceable- something you had long since learnt. But it was he, that handsome, fox-eyed man that took your breath away; both literally and figuratively. It was he who managed to steal the one thing you initially weren’t willing to give- your heart- and that, solely, was what made him irreplaceable.  

“I’ll never need anything more than you.”

The gentle squeeze around your waist was more than enough to tell you how he felt.

 ——————-

Bonus:

“Hm… If I recall correctly, you once called me “an enemy”. Care to elaborate? Hm?”

Cackling, your head tilted backwards as you, too, recalled the event. It was unintentional but the so-called term of endearment had suddenly come forth from the depths of your memory, prompting you to announce him as so. 

There was no way in hell you would tell him just where you had learnt the name though. That much would be far too confusing for someone who knew next to nothing of modern shenanigans.

“That,” you wheezed in between words, “is a Korean pet name translated directly to Japanese.”

As Mitsuhide’s eyes narrowed playfully from opposite the table, you held your hands up in mock surrender, backing away slowly as he stood. 

“I didn’t mean it, I swear-”

But it was far too late. Long, pale and calloused had reached your sides, digging and poking gently as peals of precious laughter left your lips from his form of torture, left specifically for you. Your eyes were shut tightly as tears peered through the corner of your eyes, missing the joyful grin-cross-smile on Mitsuhide’s face.

“I- oh god- I yield! Mitsuhide! I- I yield!”

 ———————————–

And whether for the better or for the worse, every single time Hideyoshi would proclaim your lover to be a traitor, albeit using the term ‘enemy’, you would snicker quietly, only to soon send yourself into hysterics at the sight of Mitsuhide’s lips curled upwards in that same look of amusement.

And as usual, the warlords glanced at each other utterly perplexed at the sight.

Oh, if only the warlords knew why your laughter was so sweet.

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Beach Reads

When we reviewed Beach Read (by Emily Henry) we were highly disappointed by the little reading that was done at the beach, thus we thought to recommend our own favorites. Whether you read them at the beach, on a bus or sitting at your local coffee shop, we hope you enjoy them!

The Hating Game, by Sally Thorne

Alicia: Personally, one of the tropes I enjoy the most is 'enemies to lovers'. I find it so thrilling, I just can't get enough of it. If you're like me, this book may be for you. Sweet and sexy and perfect to take your mind off things. (Also, apparently there’s a movie adaptation in the making starring Lucy Hale and Robbie Amell, and I really hope it's not going to end up being cancelled because I’m really excited about it now)

Tweet Cute, by Emma Lord

Alicia: This one is more on the teen side, but it's still such a good option if you want something to read that won't make you use your brain too much. It's a really fresh and enjoyable story full of funny tweet wars and an 'enemies to friends to lovers' plot that is so cute and adorable. It's so light and quick to read and if you give it a chance, it may surprise you.

Did I Mention I Love You, by Estelle Maskame 

Alicia: This one is somewhat controversial. The main characters are step siblings (no blood relation whatsoever), and some people don't feel comfortable with that, so it's definitely not for everyone. If that's not a problem for you, you may enjoy this series a lot. It's so quick to read and almost addictive. There are three books and a 4th one with a different point of view, so you have a bunch of books to binge-read if you want something light.

 The rithmatist, by Brandon Sanderson

Ariadna: If you are a fantasy reader, you sure have heard the name Sanderson at least once. He is one of the masters of the genre, known for his prolific, intertwined worlds and complex magic systems (they make such sense that sometimes you wonder how come they are not real). He usually writes long, rich books, but this one in particular, being directed to a younger audience, is supereasy, superfun to read. In a world where the chosen ones can invoke magic through chalk drawings, Joel, who knows everything that needs to be known about the Rithmatism but has no magic ability whatsoever, and Melody, a terrible Rithmatist student, to win a competition and solve some bigger mysteries. A must-read if you love a good fantasy novel with impeccable worldbuilding.

Eleanor Oliphant Is Completely Fine, by Gail Honeyman

Ariadna: Eleanor Oliphant follows the same exact routine everyday, the same sandwich for lunch, the same cup with the same tea, the same phone call from her mother ever Wednesday... She is so organised and thorough it is borderline sociopathic. But her life will turn upside down the moment she meets Raymond, her work colleague, an unapologetic opposite to her.

This novel is a ray of hope for those who feel weird and mildly left behind in society. I bought it without much expectations, and it surprised me how much you could empathise with such an eccentric character who, in the end, suffers as any of us do. It is full of delicate moments, daydreaming, kindness, pain and unconditional love — a fuzzy and heart-warming novel of self-discovery and overcoming of the past traumas which will leave you feeling optimistic and, somehow, sheltered.

If Only It Were True 1 and 2, by Marc Levy 

Ariadna: Lauren is a pretty and successful medical resident working in the Emergency Room of San Francisco Memorial Hospital who suffers a car accident. Arthur, a single, thirty-something architect rents a flat in San Francisco to the family of a girl who is in a coma... And starts seeing her! You may have guessed right, the ghost is none other than Lauren, and together they will go to unimaginable lengths to help Lauren go back to life.

This plot may ring a bell to some. Yes, the movie «Just like Heaven», starring Reese Witherspoon and Mark Ruffalo, is based on the first book of this series, so I won’t spoil you the sequel. If you don’t feel like reading a book of a movie you have already seen, I recommend you to read any other book by Marc Levy —a French romance writer whose short novels are full of light-hearted, optimistic relationships and wondrous journeys (both literally and figuratively) to self-discovery. I personally enjoyed The first day and The first night as well as The strange journey of Mr. Daldry.

The Martian, by Andy Weir

Marina: If there’s something I enjoy doing at the beach more than escaping the scorching heat, it’s reading. The Martian is one of those books I could read a hundred times. It has science facts explained for us lesser humans that know nothing about space; whitty and dry humour that makes you put your book down because you’re laughing so hard; and a trip to Mars, what’s there not to like? This astronaut’s diary is the perfect companion for a day of reading at the beach.

If you think this reminds you of something that’s because there’s a movie adaptation starring Matt Damon, Sebastian Stan, Kate Mara and Jessica Chastain (it even has a little cameo but I’m not going to spoil who it is) that’s also very entertaining. Though, folks, this is another one for team “The book was better than the movie”.

The Truth About the Harry Quebert Affair, by Joël Dicker

Marina: If you’d prefer a mystery for the ages with flashbacks to the time of the crime, here’s a book for you. Dicker’s debut novel, The Truth About the Harry Quebert Affair, takes place in New Hampshire when a novell author takes refuge after a (too) long writer’s block to seek inspiration and visit his old mentor. Who so happens to be the main suspect of an old murder case that took place in 1975. A well crafted and fast-paced thriller you can enjoy while tanning ;)

What’s even better, after the success of his first book, Dicker has published more thrillers that have been very well received among fans of the genre. 

Stars of Fortune (The Guardians Trilogy #1), by Nora Roberts

Marina: Now, I know what you’re thinking: Nora Roberts only writes romance books, wrong! He has a couple of amazing urban-fantasy sagas that are amazing. One of them is The Guardians trilogy. It takes place in the Mediterranean (this first book begins in Greece) and Ireland. Six people are brought together by the stars to Corfu to find and protect the stars of fortune from evil. 

I have to warn you though, this is a Nora Roberts book and there is romance involved. Each book revolves around one of the couples (what, you thought destiny brought together six adults and they wouldn’t end up dating each other?) and their roles in the group.

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Sherlock came into my life right around the time I was looking for something new. I had to pirate the first season because everyone was talking about how good it was and how respectful they were being to both Watson and Holmes (and evening mycroft, though I was thrown by him being thin as a rail).

I have been a fan of the books since I read them all one summer at a campground in my teens. I devour every version I can find, even the more AU versions like House. Sherlock is one of those top interpretations, though I really did not like the 4th season and wasn’t happy with what they did with Mary.

The fandom is superfun with great art and fanfic and podcasts and gets a little silly in the best ways! I will never look at an otter or a hedgehog the same