#I wanna share the good book stories with the new kids!!

[skysyzygy]

losing my mind a little bit at the percy jackson tv show trailer because the quips? the actors?? the goddamn cover of Riptide going on in the background???? Middle school me would’ve been going NUTS and I’d be lying if I said I’m not at least a little delighted I can indulge her with this show

[leqonsluv3r]

good girl

re4!leon kennedy x fem!reader

— a oneshot

warnings: MDNI, 18+, inappropriate use of handcuffs, unprotected sex, use of nicknames (babygirl, baby, etc), praise, porn with literally no plot, mentions of raccoon city & leon being a lil rookie, reader has hair that can be tugged on but no other physical appearance mentioned, use of female pronouns (she/her), established relationship.

“she smirks at the handcuffs, “never been arrested before…” she says with a small chuckle as she swings the handcuffs around her finger, looking up at him. “not those kinds of handcuffs, babygirl.” he says with a small grin, looking over her face as her smirk stalls a little bit. letting herself realize what he really meant, her mouth becoming dry. she was deep in it now.”

—or reader finds leon’s handcuffs and he shows her what he uses them for

when she met leon, it was hard for her to believe that he even looked her direction. not because she wasn’t his type, he loved any kind of woman, no matter how she looked.

she was just not use to someone who looked the way he did to talk to her, or even ask for her phone number. it was bizarre in her eyes, like hell had frozen over in the best way possible.

she knew he was different from other guys right from the get go, he opened the car door for her and payed for her meals. he held respect for her in the way that most men hadn’t.

and it made her like him much more then she anticipated.

they continued to go on dates, hang out at each others places and then eventually they had sex.

she had never had a guy…who felt and gave like leon did. he would gladly go down on her, no questions asked. he ate her out like she was a meal, making her back arch and her hands fist at his hair.

no man had ever made her feel like that before.

he shared everything with her, what he did before and why he was here in the city. he even shared some of his embarrassing stories from when he was a kid. they talked about everything.

and as time grew on and they became more serious, leon asked her if she wanted to move in together. get a place and be in one spot, which made her happy, but she had never lived with a man that wasn’t family before and it did make her a bit nervous at first.

leon reassured her that everything would be fine though, he knew how nervous she was. he could read her like a book after all the months they had been together.

and she said yes, which led to her packing all of her one bedroom apartment into boxes. stuffing clothes into garbage bags and dismantling furniture. she was stressed but it was definitely worth it at the end of the day.

this led her to now, currently moving all her boxes into their new place together. she was sweaty, exhausted and stressed but she had the biggest smile on her face and nothing could take that away.

she was finally in her own place with leon, nothing could be better.

“settling in? i just moved all my shit in two days ago, haven’t unpacked a single thing.” he says with a wipe of his forehead with his bicep as he walks into their practically empty kitchen.

she chuckled, “yeah, all my stuff is scattered around. i have to go pick up the furniture that i’m keeping tomorrow. didn’t have enough energy to get to it today.” she says as she sips on her plastic water bottle that she brought with her, moving some hair out of her eyes.

he smiles at her and comes over, wrapping his arms around her waist. “it’s all worth it though right?” she hears him mumble into her ear, pressing a small kiss on the shell of it. she bites her lip, trying to fight back a stupid lovesick grin, “yeah, definitely.” she says softly as she looks over her shoulder and up at him.

he was worth it, the stress of packing and unpacking was definitely worth it. being with him was worth it, all of it was. she wouldn’t trade it for anything, no matter how stressed and strung out she was right now. nothing could beat the look on her face.

leon could see that.

“do you wanna try unpacking the bedroom first? i already built the bed.” he says with a small smirk into her hair, holding onto her waist with hands that could easily crush her, but didn’t. she fights another grin, “mhm…” she hums.

they unpack the bedroom, what they can of it. she becomes exhausted after about 10 boxes. moving was clearly not her favorite task, that was apparent.

if anything she despised it, but she’d do anything for him. even if it meant packing her entire apartment into boxes just for him. she’d do just about anything for him. even this.

he sighs and looks at her, “you feeling okay?” he asks softly as he rubs his hand over her shoulder. she sighs and nods, rubbing at her eyes. “i’m just tired. today was a lot. i just…moving has never been fun.” she says with a weak smile as she looks up at him next to her.

he nods, chuckling, his hand still squeezing and rubbing at her shoulders. “but you like it right?” he asks with a teasing raise of his brow. she grins; lovesick just by his eyes on hers. “absolutely.” she responds without hesitation.

“good, thought i had something to worry about baby.” he says with a small laugh, moving to grab the last box of the bed. it was his, the messy scrawl of his handwriting on the side was barely legible. she laughs softly and sits on the side of the bed, watching him tear open the cardboard box with ease.

she looks at the decor of their room, the black iron headboard and large queen bed that had dark green sheets and a duvet to match, their photos and books, little knickknacks from life spread together throughout the room. she really was home with him.

it sunk into her exhausted bones that moment as she looks over at him, watching him unpack stuff from the box. “what’s in there?” she asks with a small looking from the box label to him.

he sighs and lifts out a picture frame, showing her a picture of him. he was definitely younger in the picture, maybe 21. he was in his police uniform, smiling widely at the camera. she smiles softly, “aww! look at you!” she says with a teasing smile as she moves over on the bed and towards the box.

she knew he was a cop at one point in his life. something unfortunate happened that made him disband from that and go to his current job. he never really spoke of it, saying that he couldn’t technically. she didn’t mind, she knew he was only following orders and doing what he needed to.

he rolls his eyes, “i wasn’t expecting that much of a reaction.” he says with a small blow of his lips. handing the framed picture towards her. she takes it and traces her fingers over the frame. “how could i not? you looked so cute in your little uniform!” she says with a small giggle as she showcases the photo in his direction again.

he rolls his eyes again, “shut up.” he chuckles lowly as he continues to pull stuff out of the box. loving his girlfriends teasing on the matter, he would agree that he was cute back in his day. back when he was a bright eyed cop, eager to protect and serve. but he had no idea what was in store from him that day in ‘98 when he went to raccoon city.

he pulls out his uniform, the spare one that they gave him to commemorate his service to the force when he first graduated the academy, holding it in his hands. a myriad of emotions crosses over his eyes and she doesn’t miss it.

“you miss it?” she says with a small curious expression over her face. her tone gentle as she analyzes the mixed look over his face. he sighs, “i only did it for one day, but i miss the idea of it.” he says as he glances over at her on the bed.

she nods in understanding, “i’m sorry, honey. i really am. i know what it’s like…in a sense to have something that you wanted ripped away from you.” she says softly as hers brows dip in sympathy. “i don’t know what happened,” she pauses and takes a small breath. “but whatever did happen that day. doesn’t mean that you aren’t still that person inside.” she whispers softly.

he smiles at her, so grateful that even if she doesn’t fully understand. she’s willing to try for him. he knows that, knows how caring, loving and understanding she is. she’s been that way since they started dating.

he dug into the box again, pulling out some handcuffs and holding them up. “i forgot all about these.” he says with a small smirk as he looks over at her. she tilts her head and her eyebrows furrow, “they’re just handcuffs…” she says with a small chuckle.

he shakes his head, “we got two pairs of them. i used one for my uniform and my other pair…these pair of handcuffs i used personally.” he says with a small smirk as he holds them up.

“personally?” she says in confusion, the dots weren’t connecting in her brain and she had no idea what he was even talking about. “i used them on the girls i dated before you.” he says as he holds up the handcuffs, twirling them around his finger with ease.

they were just a normal pair of handcuffs, normal metal ones that looked like anything a police officer would carry. that was until the dots connected and her eyes widened, realization dawning on her when she figured out what he truly meant by using the handcuffs.

her cheeks flushed red, her wide eyes blinking at him from where she sat on the bed. “really? i didn’t know you were into that.” she says and it’s not all shock, it’s curiosity and something else entirely.

he chuckles lowly, he sets the handcuffs on the bed. then moves the half empty moving box off the bed. “i am, i haven’t done it in a long time. haven’t been willing to find someone to try it again with.” he says with a small tilt of his head as he runs his fingers over the clasp of the handcuffs.

she doesn’t know what within her makes her open her mouth and say, “i’d try it with you.” she says softly as she looks at the large pads of his fingers running over the metal surface of them. as if he’s in contemplation, he looks up at her. “really? you’d be handcuffed, wouldn’t be able to touch me and i know how you like to touch me.” he says with a small quirk of his lips.

his eyes gleaming with something predatory and exciting, igniting her bones into flames. her core throbbing as she shifted on the bed under his gaze. she tucks some hair behind her ear. “yeah…” she breathes slowly, “i’d do it.”

he smirks and shakes his head, chuckling. “are you sure? you seriously wanna go down that road, baby?” he says with a grin, still holding the handcuffs in his hands. hands that could swallow her whole and easily break her in half, she feels her core throb again. that familiar feeling resurfaces in her underwear.

she nods slowly, licking her lips. she felt saliva leave her throat. she wasn’t sure, but she wanted to try it. wanted to give him what he wanted. he nods slowly and gestures to her clothes. “strip.” he says with a small demand, not even a question. something she can’t even argue against if she wanted to.

she slid off of the bed under his gaze, as she strips off her clothes one by one until she was completely bare. he feels himself get harder at everything that’s transpiring right in front of his eyes. her naked for him has never failed to make him hard, make him want to devour her whole and take her.

he goes over to the half unpacked box on the floor and gets the keys for the handcuffs, unlocking them and walking back to where she stood on the opposite side of the bed, waiting for him. he licks his lips, unlocking the handcuffs with a small clink.

she feels her arousal pooling between her legs at his gaze, blue deep pools of his irises that are almost dark with lust. he sweeps his eyes over her bare frame in front of him, “turn around, baby.” he says softly and lowly at the same time.

the gruff of his voice making her erupt in goosebumps as she turns around, putting her hands behind her back without him even having to ask. he chuckles lowly, “eager to be handcuffed, very naughty babygirl.” he hums lowly as he clamps the handcuffs around her wrists, locking them and making sure they fit comfortably around her wrists.

she feels his words wash over her, feeling the cold metal clink over her wrists behind her back, the cold feeling making a shiver crawl up her spine. he backs up, licking his lips from behind her, admiring her handcuffed and naked.

she can feel his eyes boring into the skin of her back, making her bite her lip. her core was throbbing for him, wanting him more then anything. the exciting prospect of what was to come seeped through her pussy.

he strips off his shirt and pants, tossing them to the floor by her clothes on the floor. she swallows as she hears each drop of his clothes to the floor behind her, her heartbeat accelerating in her bones as he drops his boxers.

he was just as bare as her now, he takes a couple steps closer and leans over her back, running his fingers over her stomach from behind. “all naked and dripping for me baby, i can practically smell it on you.” he says lowly as his hot breath drifts over her neck.

she swallows and her eyes flutter open and shut, “i’ll tell you what’s going to happen now, okay?” he says softly, his voice was so familiar yet raspy and full of desire for her. she nods slowly as he presses a kiss to her neck, making her bite her lip. if she bit it any harder blood would draw from the anticipation.

“your gonna get on the bed, bend over and i’m going to fuck you until your crying on my cock. sound good?” he says with a small raspy chuckle as she draws his fingers from her stomach up to her breast, lightly squeezing it. a small whine escapes from her lips as she nods. he presses another kiss to her neck, he motions for her to do what he says.

she manages to crawl onto the bed, it was more difficult without her hands. he grabs a pillow and puts it under her hips keeping her somewhat comfortable and propped up. her cheek pressed into the new sheets that covered their bed.

she feels the bed dip with his weight as he kneels behind her on the bed, running his large hand over the dip in her ass. his dick was standing at attention now, hard and leaking precum as he grabs it.

she wiggles her ass a little in his direction, “please leon, cmon.” she whines as she tries to get some kind of friction from the pillow underneath her hips. he chuckles lowly, running his hand slowly over his shaft, “patience babygirl.” he says with a small squeeze of her ass, she whimpers softly

he lets go of his cock and runs his fingers into her leaking core, putting two fingers inside of her to stretch her out. he always did this before, just to get her ready for him. no matter how many times they had sex, she still was never prepared for his size.

she moans softly into the duvet cover on their bed, trying to push back against the two fingers stretching her out. “please…” she whines as she tries to pull at the handcuffs, her pussy swallowing his fingers as he stretched her out.

“you’ll get it, like i said, patience baby. i don’t wanna hurt you.” he says in a low tone as he kneads her ass with his free hand. she whimpers and clenches around his fingers, her arousal sucking his fingers into her entrance. he continues to knead her ass and stretch her out, “sucking my fingers in princess, jesus.” he says in a small groan.

she whimpers at his words, trying to chase his fingers again but he pulls them out and she sighs at the loss. he chuckles at her small sigh, “i’m sure you’d rather cum on my cock, right?” he says with a small little smack to her ass cheek he was kneading.

she nods into the duvet her face is half buried in, her wrists aching a little from the handcuffs. he sighed softly, “don’t worry princess, i’ll give it to you. give you anything you want.” he says with a small smirk on his angelic features.

he grabs his cock and runs it through her soaked slit, whimpering trying to get friction against the head of his cock. the tip hitting her clit a couple times, making her bones ache and her core pulse.

“so wet and needy, just needed some dick.” he says in a mocking tone as he lets out a half groan, his hard erection covered in her release. she felt her pussy throb and her hole clench around nothing at his words, “well, here you go baby.” she heard him say before he shoved himself into her soaking entrance.

she moaned loudly, her body automatically reacting. she felt so full of him, her bones in her center accommodating him and his size. she felt her bones in her wrists ache as he kept one of his large hands steady on her ass, letting her get adjusted before he started moving.

“breathe, baby.” he says in a soft but low rasp of his voice from behind her. she nodded and did as she was told, breathing in and out slowly, trying to think about anything else other than the sheer size of how he stretched her out.

“good girl.” he praised when he saw her take some deep breaths. he saw her relax a little as her hips adjusted on the pillow that propped her up. he slowly flexed his hips back and pushed in a little, starting to slowly thrust.

she released small noises into the duvet on their bed, tugging at her wrists on the handcuffs. he eventually started to pick up his pace, a little faster as he grabbed onto her handcuffed wrists behind her back and tugged her up.

she gasped, him still fully sheathed inside of her. her back was now pressed to his chest, her knees shadowing his on the bed. he held one hand on her stomach and another on her breast, kneading slowly as he began thrusting deeper at this new angle.

she moaned loudly and canted her head back, tears welling in her eyes, “leon…” she moaned as she felt her hands form fists behind her back. his hands keeping her steady as he fucked into her from behind, his his snapping against her ass. “good girl…” he groans into her ear, “fuck…so fucking…god—tight…christ.” he manages to get out between moans and groans that escaped his lips.

his touch to her chest and his words, she felt that familiar feeling bubble in her lower belly. “harder…” she whined as she tried to move against her handcuffs on her wrists. he obliged, bending her back over the pillow and putting his hands on her hips, snapping into her with such force that their bed shook.

her eyes went crossed and she felt tears leak out of her eyes, almost drooling on the sheets as moans leaked from her mouth. chants of his name, curses and screams of pleasure. sex with him never disappointed, ever.

“gonna…cum…” she managed to get out in between the cries of pleasure and the sound of his hips against her ass. he just kept pounding into her, like a wild animal. she pulled at the handcuffs on her wrists again, clenching her fists as she felt herself becoming closer and closer to the end.

“cum for me, princess. scream my name.” he says lowly as he keeps snapping his hips, making curses fall from their mouths in a chant. he could feel himself getting closer, his hips starting to stutter but so determined to deliver what she needed.

she felt the blissful end, her eyes fluttering shut and then lined with tears. “leon!” she screamed as she came, releasing all over his cock as she melted into the mattress. the clenching of her around him, her walls sucking him in was enough for him to release a low groan, “princess…”

his end came too, shooting thick ropes of cum into her womb, painting her walls white with him. she could feel him filling her up, feeling so dazed and full. just so satisfied that her body and arms felt like jelly.

he breathed heavily as he reached away on the bed, grabbing the handcuff keys, unlocking the handcuffs and tossing them on the floor by their clothes. she felt her arms collapse down to the mattress.

he pulled out of her, their mixed fluids leaking out of her. he leaned down a ways on the bed and licked the dripping fluids from her entrance, causing her to shiver and her thighs to tremble a little from her intense orgasm.

“you did so good, so fucking good baby. c’mere.” he says softly as he leaned back and moved to the headboard. she weakly raised her body from the kneeling position on the bed, moving her shaking and sweaty body to lay beside him.

he wraps his arms around her, pressing a kiss to her sweaty hairline. his hands rubbing up and down her spine. “so proud of you.” he whispers into her hair. she smiles lazily as she looks up at him from her head on his shoulder.

she blushes from his praise, the tiredness from the day of moving and the sex sweeping over her. “sleep now, we’ll deal with all the other shit tomorrow.” he says calmly, running a hand through her hair and holding her naked body close to his.

and she did, her eyes fluttering shut. his heartbeat against her ear pulling her into sleep. their heartbeats in sync as they held each other, promising not to let go.

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[backwzzds]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ grumpy daddies that softened up over time, supernovas

one piece men who didn’t want kids at first, but changed their minds the further they got into fatherhood.

TRAFALGAR LAW

okay you getting pregnant was nowhere near law’s 10 year book of plans. honestly, being in a relationship with someone wasnt either, but you rewrote his expectations the moment he met you.

but having a baby? that was pushing it.

law was always hesitant of starting a family of his own because the one person he did call his family was taken from him at a very young age. and with the world we lived in, the last thing he wanted to do was bring a child into this madness, especially as a pirate amongst the supernovas.

you were always nervous on how law would react to having a kid, especially at such a young age. i mean, you were 23 and he was 26–not really ideal ages to have kids. but the man was so pussy drunk, the darker side of him was willing for one night—just one night—to risk it all to shoot his load between your velvety walls. now you two were facing the consequences.

the first few months were hard. of course, law loved little lea with all his heart. he was never one to deny his little girl, but you were able to tell how new this all was to him. he couldn’t spend all night up studying his med books, instead he had to be in bed by nine sharp, because a certain trafalgar had their bed time at that time.

at this exact moment, law would be hunched over neck deep in some physiology book, scribbling sloppy doctor’s notes on yellow post its. but currently, he was on his side of your shared bed, bedtime story book folded over his eyes as little lea’s head rested snugly on her father’s chest. law’s tattooed fingers protectively held her small frame against his body, almost as if he was keeping her from anyone taking her.

you had just finished doing some spring cleaning when you came into the room. looking around, you noticed that there wasn’t a single surgical book in sight. lea got him so good, she didn’t even let him study before she begged her daddy to read her a bedtime story. and hardly ten minutes in, the same man was cuddling over the same thing he swore he wouldn’t be able to take care of.

RORONOA ZORO

okay we all know zoro is a klutz. the man truly did not mean to get you pregnant. as if he suddenly forgot how biology and science worked, the thought of you getting pregnant the moment he came inside you raw (six times btw) completely slipped his marimo mind.

literally everyone and their mother knew the man hated kids but was somehow one of the best babysitters? if you wanna count out nami and robin. it was no surprise that he’d be a great father once he actually warmed up to it.

so the moment that baby zina turned four, it still felt unreal to him that you two shared an entire human together. ironically, zina had all of zoro’s looks and your entire personality.

that included driving her daddy insane.

“daddy,” zina pulled the pocket of her father’s sweats. zoro grunted with his heavy sword in his mouth, training for the hundredth time that morning. “why is our hair green?”

zoro couldn’t helo but chuckle as he gave out, “not sure.”

not only that, but zina got away with a lot of things even you couldn’t when it came to zoro. you three were at a fair on some summer island, deciding to take zina out for the day. there she was on top of her father’s shoulders, continuously covering and uncovering them as part of a game. “peekaboo!” the little marimo giggled, and to your surprise, zoro actually played back.

usually, you would have expected zoro to get annoyed fairly quickly if it were any other kid. he thought the whole of them were burden’s that talked too much. but he made the little girl sitting atop his shoulders, and he knew half of her belonged to you. so the fact that there was a possibility she’d grow to annoy the shit out if him just as much as you did—he wouldn’t have it any other way.

EUSTASS KID

kid would be the grumpiest dad of it all. he just had a downright shitty pullout game (not that he’d even tried), so it wasn’t a surprise that he got you pregnant fr. he swore up and down he aint want a kid, but the moment baby kuina came out with his fire red hair and bold ass personality—suddenly he was america’s #1 dad.

like seriously, you had no idea after all at fuss you’d find him bathing kuina, feeding her, taking her on walks—everything. the man saw your child more than you and you wasn’t playing dat fr. i mean, as great as it was to get a break from kuina postpartum and kid did all the work, it still amazed you to see such instictive dad behaviors come from him.

like kuina wouldn’t stop crying and you didn’t know why? she’d babble out the words of dada and kid would come flying to her rescue, baby talking back to her.

“aw mama’s being a big scawy meanie?” he’d tease. “i know princess let’s stop crying before uncle kil’ gets the both of us, okay?” kuina wouldn’t even understand half of what her father was saying to her, but he was talking to her and that was all she needed before she’d be thrown in a fit of drooly giggles.

on top of that, but the two would spend hours in the workshop together. “babe don’t forget to take her out every other hour. i don’t want her inhaling any of the fumes for too long,” you’d remind kid as kuina would quietly watch him build something. her pacifier would be tucked tightly between her lips as she almost laid against the terrain of kid’s knees, admiring his handy work.

[daisyblog]

Adore You

Our Story Masterlist Summary: How Adore You was made.

Based on this request.

It was another day in the studio for Harry. Mitch, Kid, Tyler and Jeff joining him. Harry and YN were in a strange place since they had bumped into each other in a club in LA, they were texting, calling and FaceTime at any opportunity they could but neither of them had brought up the conversation of what they were. 

“So how’s things with you and YN, man?” Kid asked Harry, as the group were scattered around the studio in his house in LA. The question usually made Harry nervous, his stomach turning at the words. But this time, he felt giddy and his lips threatening to smile. 

With all eyes on him, Harry shrugged his shoulders. He wasn’t entirely sure himself but it was looking good for them. They spoke every day, they weren’t putting pressure on themselves but just enjoying the simplicity of whatever was happening between them. 

“Ooo look at that smile….is that a blush?” Mitch began to tease, as he held his guitar in his hand, fingers playing with the strings. 

“Fuck off Mitch!” Harry laughed, still trying not to hide his coy smile. “It’s going good Kid.”.

“Should have seen them the other week in the club…whispering in the corner like a pair of teenagers!” Jeff continued to embarrass Harry, earning a playful eye roll. “I was just surprised they didn’t leave together!”. 

“I’m a respectful man Jeffrey”. Harry bit back, as he grabbed his leather notebook and pen from the black wooden table to the side of him. “Enough about my love life…we have an album to make!”. 

“The album so far is about YN!” Mitch called Harry out, beginning to fiddle with the strings on the instrument he held on his lap. “I bet you have another love song written in there.”.

“Mitch…kindly fuck off!” Harry laughed, the other men joining in, enjoying the banter they all shared. “But have you been snooping through my book?”.

“I just know you too well man!”. Mitch held his hands up in defence, a smug grin on his face. “What this one called? Take me back?”.

Harry’s face held a big grin. “Not quite…it’s called Adore You!”. He announced the new song he had been writing. 

The four men were intrigued to see what Harry had come up with, so far the songs written were hit and they knew this one would be too. “Adore You?”. Tyler questioned, wanting to know more. 

“Yeh…it’s like saying I love you but you’re not at that stage yet.”. Harry tried to explain the meaning behind the song. 

“Let’s hear it man!” Kid instructed, as he fiddled with a few buttons in front of him. 

You don't have to say you love me

I just wanna tell you somethin'

Lately you've been on my mind

Every time Harry spoke to YN the words ‘I love you’ almost slipped out. He didn’t want to say them and YN feel she had to say them back, it’s not what he wanted. YN was always on Harry’s mind. Whatever he was doing or wherever he was, something always reminded him of her. 

Honey 

I'd walk through fire for you

Just let me adore you

Oh, honey 

I'd walk through fire for you

Just let me adore you

Like it's the only thing I'll ever do

Like it's the only thing I'll ever do

He meant the words he sang. He would do absolutely anything for YN, anything! At the time he had written the lyrics, he didn’t consider how it sounded, but hearing himself sing the words he could hear how it was his way of asking YN to take him back. Let him adore her. Let him love her. 

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“Did ya have a good time in LA?” Niall asked YN as they sat in his living room, both huddled on his large grey sofa. 

YN smiled as she thought back to her little trip to LA, initially to see Louis and Freddie but still managed to bump into her favourite green eyed person. “I did…it was nice to see Lou and Freddie!”. 

Niall eyed her suspiciously. He’d seen that smile before and it was usually when she wasn’t telling the whole story. “You saw Harry didn’t you?”. 

“Of course I fookin’ did Ni…he’s everywhere I fookin’ go!”. YN answered honestly, crossing her leg over the other. “It’s like how can I forget about him when he’s there and looking so good”. 

“So are you back together? At least tell me you kissed?”. Niall begged. He was one of many that was rooting for them to get back together. 

“No but one more glass of wine and I think I would have.”. Niall’s loud laugh filled the room and a frustrated sigh. “He was a little tipsy too so it’s probably a good thing.”. 

“Did tipsy Harry confess his love? He was always a soppy drunk.”. He was eager to know any juicy details. 

“Not entirely, just kept saying how his Mum thinks I’m the best for him!”. YN’s heart was still full from the words Harry whispered in her ear that night at the club. 

“Aw Anne…what a woman!” Niall beamed. “I might have to call her, ask if she’ll help me play Cupid.”.

YN giggled. “You’ll be glad to know Harry’s coming over in a few days and he’s staying at the house.”. Niall raised his eyebrows suggestively. “And I’m going to tell him I want us to get back together!”. 

“FINALLY!”. Niall’s loud accent echoed through the room. 

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Like they had planned, Harry had flown over to London for a few days. They had enjoyed a snippet of their old lives. They woke up together, made breakfast together, walked Teddy, laughed at the silliest of things, even FaceTimed their families together. But with Harry flying back to America tomorrow YN was running out of time to confess her feelings. 

“I’ve uh..I’ve written a song and I’d like to play it for you.”. Harry’s voice surprised YN when he appeared with his guitar in hands. But she could sense he was nervous. 

YN was always Harry’s number one fan, so to hear something he had been working on was a privilege to her. “I’d love that!”. Her smile lit up her face. 

Walk in your rainbow paradise 

Strawberry lipstick state of mind 

I get so lost inside your eyes

Would you believe it?

You don't have to say you love me

You don't have to say nothing

You don't have to say you're mine

Honey 

I'd walk through fire for you

Just let me adore you

Oh, honey 

I'd walk through fire for you

Just let me adore you

Like it's the only thing I'll ever do

Like it's the only thing I'll ever do

Harry didn’t look up once from his fingers strumming the guitar strings. But the minute he finished singing, his eyes found YN’s and was pleasantly surprised to see them shining proudly. 

“That’s such a beautiful song.” YN complimented. She always knew Harry was charming with his words, but when he put them into a song she fell in love even more.

“A beautiful song for a beautiful girl.”. The words effortlessly slipped from Harry’s mouth. Smooth! 

“Just one thing.” YN worked hard to keep her smile at bay. Harry waited patiently wondering what was wrong with the song. “What if I want to say I love you?”.

A cheesy grin formed on both their faces, both relieved that after all this time they both felt the same. “Then I want to hear you say it for the rest of my life.”.

“I love you.” YN brought her hand up to cup his cheek, flutters filled her stomach as she longed to feel his soft lips against hers.

“I love you.”. Harry mimicked her hand and placed his on her cheeks, pulling himself closer to push his lips against her. 

Their lips moved slowly to start, both getting to know one another again. But once the familiarity kicked in, so did their eagerness. Their lips moved messily against each other, both fighting for more. Their hands wandered, Harry’s down to her hips, pull them closer and YN’s found themselves in his curls. 

Pulling apart to catch their breaths, their foreheads stayed connected. “I adore you!”. 

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[notinmyvocab]

Ballad of a Homeschooled Girl

Based on a prompt given by @ihavemanyfictionalwifes!

Melissa's new aide, Isabel, is late for work and Melissa is worried. It turns out, Isabel was in a car accident... Sort of.

Melissa tried to keep herself from watching the clock. Watching it wouldn't make time go any faster. But not watching it made her anxious.

It was getting late. The students would be there any minute. And her aide was nowhere to be found. But this wasn't an Ashley situation. Oh no, Isabel had proved time and time again that she was not Ashley. So the fact that she wasn't at work yet was concerning.

Melissa tapped her pen against her notebook. Should she call? Would that seem obsessive? Of course, there was a good chance that Isabel had called out of work and Ava forgot to say anything. A very good chance.

There wasn't much time to spare before the kids came in. Melissa booked it to the principal's office.

"Ava!" she said sharply. "Something you wanna tell me?"

Ava did not immediately reply. She looked Melissa up and down, trying to discern a difference. "I wanna tell you... that I like the new top?"

Melissa could have smacked her. She really wanted to; her hand was itching to get one nice whack in. "Ava, Isabel's missing. If she calls out, you gotta tell me."

"Which I woulda done, but she didn't call out. So maybe save the sass?"

"She didn't call out?" Melissa's anxiety from before returned fully fledged now. "Then where the hell is she?"

The hospital.

Isabel was laid up in the ER awaiting a tech to bring her to the CT machine. Her cellphone was gone; Melissa was going to kill her for not showing up and not calling ahead of time. Fuck.

Suddenly, the curtain around her bed was pulled back, and there was Melissa herself. Her eyes were narrowed, and Isabel braced herself for an ultimate scolding.

Instead, she was unexpectedly embraced. Isabel tensed as she felt Melissa's arms around her. Was this... Was this hugging? Hesitantly, Isabel brought her own arms around Melissa. She didn't necessarily want to reciprocate, but it felt like the right thing to do.

"Hon, what the hell?" Melissa said firmly. "What happened?"

"I was hit by a car."

"What?!"

Isabel winced at Melissa's tone of voice. "Okay more like... I hit a car."

"You... hit a car?" Melissa repeated. "What, you were biking across the street or something?"

"Yeah, kind of. Except... It wasn't across the street. It was... In a parking lot. And the car... Wasn't moving."

Melissa stared at Isabel with raised eyebrows. And then she laughed. "You ran into a parked car?"

Isabel felt her cheeks turn pink and warm. Not just because Melissa's laughter was the loveliest sound she'd heard in a while, but also because she was embarrassed. "... yes. I swear to god every time I decide to go outside, I end up committing total social suicide."

Still laughing, Melissa put an arm around Isabel's shoulders and pressed a kiss to her hair. Isabel didn't question the affection, though she was surprised by it.

"Here I was, all worried that you'd gotten yourself into some real shit. Turns out you ran into a car that wasn't even moving." Melissa tucked a lock of Isabel's hair behind her ear. "How'd that even happen?"

"Long story. I'd uh, rather not get into it now."

"You're one strange kid, you know that?" Melissa dropped her arm from Isabel's shoulders. "Who's picking you up from here?"

"Oh, um, no one. I was just gonna... Gonna walk home once they discharge me."

That was not the correct answer apparently. "You really think you're gonna walk home? Hon, you can't even get through a parking lot without getting hurt. I'll bring you home."

"Melissa, you don't have to—"

"You really think I'd be offering if I didn't wanna?"

Isabel cracked a grin. She couldn't argue with that.

Melissa shared in the smile, and Isabel's chest felt pleasantly warm. Their moment was disrupted by a tech. "Miss Noble? We're gonna bring you down for your CT scan, make sure everything's in tip top shape, m'kay?"

Isabel nodded, and she felt Melissa squeeze her hand. "You'll be here when I get back?" Isabel asked.

"I'll always be here, hon."

[thebuginthecornerofyourroom]

Imagine you're a peasant in a fantasy world round 40-45 years old definitely mature and you live in your village and life is kind of chill you have a farm and some crops and they yield enough that the money is not much but never a problem and you're also somewhat lucky cause you are in an acceptable shape because of working the farm and have never caught any disease and life is calm you hear sometimes news of the stuff that happens in the cities and the magic and adventures and the heroes and stuff and you kinda wanna go there and adventure yourself but you're kinda old and somewhat tired it would be too long a trip and you don't really feel like actually do it and one day you wake up and the air is kinda gloomy like when they said there was a war and some dark magic some years ago and some person in a robe appears in the village and finds you and says he's som archwizard from the capital and some other stuff and asks for your help because you've been appointed by the gods as the next hero and you call them on their bullshit because every hero since the golden ages has been some 18-21 kid with energy and youth power and whatnot and you're a grown ass man that gets pain on his hip when it's going to rain and they break character really quick and they confess that the actual hero is dead because the gods are not very catholic lately and they just appoint idiots that get given some divine power and think they're immortal and invincible and immediately get stomped by a giant or jump to a volcano or just dumb stuff so the gods made a list of backups just in case and things on the capital seem to be very dire because they're there and you're fucking 40 and these kids are so posh and stupid so you sigh and accept whatever power they wanna give you and you don't really feel very different but get given some magical hero weapon which ends up being some retractable pocket knife because you're not really a soldier but them knife cuts very well and peels apples in one go which is impressive to be fair and you get onto this adventure and any and all encounters with monsters and mages and whatever is disappointing because none of these people know how to fight and the heroes just threw themselves to danger stupidly like the giants left you alone after you shared a joint with them and the goblins ended up gathering around the fire to hear stories and the orcs just needed a hand in their farm and the elves let us through after some grown up conversation and you get to the castle and the fucking thing is half ruins and you start to get the idea that the good gods are not very good lately at choosing but the evil gods are shit at it either because this is no dark lord but some kid that found a book and summoned some demons that follow him more for magic mandate than pleasure and curse a couple of pigs and so you go up to him while he's monologuing because of course he does and kick him in the balls and take the stupid book from him and you end up dispelling the demons which are relieved to be fair cause they weren't too keen on going around causing more trouble than necessary and get them kid and the cursed pigs and say you're gonna move to my village and you these pigs and I we're gonna move all this library of stuff you have here and you're either gonna learn to work the farm or be a fucking librarian because this dark magic nonsense cannot continue no more young man and he reluctantly agreed and the mage is baffled because they had not a single fight during the whole trip and you go back to your farm and the kid is calm now he does stuff for the farm and has a school for children and he's kinda happy and the pigs help also and some idiot from the capital came with something about a knighthood and a ceremony and whatever you told him to either buy some produce or to fuck off and he bought a pumpkin and things are good now and you feel kinda fulfilled and nice about the whole thing somehow.

Imagine that.

[thatjadedhotmess]

nightmares

pairings/characters: kazuha x gn!reader, thoma x gn!reader, ayato x gn!reader

warnings⚠️: skin contact (lots !), pet names (e.g. love, sweetheart), tw: food (in thoma's),

synopsis: what would they do if they see you having a nightmare.

wc: 1k~

note: hiiii im back after awhile of not posting i hope you didnt miss me too much/j anyways,, ayato's is super long because this piece started bc of him :> likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated ! <3 you can also check out the other versions of nightmares here !

kaedehara kazuha (楓原万葉)

☁︎︎ hums a tune to soothe you.

☁︎︎ he was writing his poems that night on the ship while you slept soundly beside him

☁︎︎ there was a little celebration on the boat that evening to wish one of the Crux’s members a happy birthday

☁︎︎ you and kazuha had headed back to your room after helping out with the cleanup of the ship and it was already about 1 am when you guys officially finished.

☁︎︎ soon after changing out into a set of cleaner clothes; you sunk into the mattress, letting the sound of the waves and rocking of the boat lull your exhausted body to sleep.

☁︎︎ kazuha sat cross-legged beside your sleeping form. He took his book out as well as a pencil, penning down his thoughts as he tried to string them into a poem.

☁︎︎ he instantly realised you were having a nightmare when your eyebrows because knitted and a slight grunt escaped your lips; the peace on your face having been disrupted.

☁︎︎ he shifted himself, moving even nearer to you so that he could stroke your hair, brushing a thumb soothingly across your forehead as he started to hum a tune.

☁︎︎ it instantly soothed your mind, even though you weren't conscious kazuha could still tell, the way your facial features started to relax when he started to hum and the way you curled up and snuggled into his side were all good signs that your nightmares were finally starting to dissipate.

☁︎︎ after he made sure that you were in a better state, he snuggled up behind you, cradling your body as he too, allowed himself to fall asleep to the sound of the ocean.

thoma (托馬)

☁︎︎ he warms a glass of milk for you.

☁︎︎ it had been an absolutely amazing day with the Iradori festival taking place, getting to spend time together with ayaka and ayato and eating all the delicious festive goodies while watching the fireworks.

☁︎︎ you and thoma pretty much fell asleep immediately after reaching the Kamisato estate, plopping down onto the futons in your share room after finishing up your respective tasks and a quick hot shower.

☁︎︎ he tucked you into his chest, an arm around your shoulders and his chin resting atop your head.

☁︎︎ it was maybe 2 am? 3 am? When he realised you were having a bad dream. This had never happened before but it was unlike you to thrash in your sleep.

☁︎︎ he tapped you awake. It took less than a minute before you woke up, startled.

☁︎︎ “are you ok love?” he is concerned, to say the least, having never seen you have a nightmare scared his poor soul out of his body. “I am, sorry for waking you up,” you said, slightly embarrassed that you had woken thoma up from the much-needed sleep.

☁︎︎ “it’s alright, really. I think some warm milk would help. wanna go with me to the kitchen to grab some?” he asked.

☁︎︎ the idea seemed nice, so you nod your head before you got pulled to the kitchen, trailing right behind him.

☁︎︎ he quickly got to work. heating a pot up with enough milk for two first, moving on to grab two mugs, adding some honey into them before he waited for the steam to appear on top of the pot.

☁︎︎ “back in mondstadt, whenever I had nightmares as a kid, my mother would make this for me and tell me a bedtime story. worked like a charm because the thing I knew, daylight had broken and a new day had begun.” he chuckled, the milk starting to steam just as he finished his story.

☁︎︎ and he was quite right. After leading you back to the room, thoma handed you the warm cup of sweetened milk and you fell asleep like, five minutes after finishing the drink.

☁︎︎ “good night, y/n. don’t let the bed bugs bite.”

kamisato ayato (神里绫人)

☁︎︎ massages your head until you fall back asleep

☁︎︎ ayato is a busy man. As the Yashiro commissioner and head of the kamisato clan, he never has much time outside of sitting at his desk and filling in paperwork.

☁︎︎ he usually's up by the crack of dawn and off with Thoma to run the day’s errands before you're awake but sleeps at around 1 am because there's too much work to finish:( (poor him)

☁︎︎ he's well aware of the bad dreams you have, having seen little you wake up in the midnight of night, hair a mess as you tried to compose yourself before he saw your state so as to not worry him (this usually doesn't happen because he hears the thumping of the blanket against the floor and makes a run towards your share bedroom)

☁︎︎ he turns his attention away from his papers, hearing the familiar sound of his study room door sliding open only to see you clad in an old t-shirt of his; one that dropped below your knees

☁︎︎ “what’s wrong sweetheart? A bad dream?” he asks concern evident in his voice as he sees you nod. Turning his chair away from the desk, he stretches his arms out, inviting you to stay with him while he did his work.

☁︎︎ you shuffle towards him, climbing onto his lap and putting your arms around him, before nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck, letting yourself melt into him.

☁︎︎ “how’s the work ‘yato” you asked groggily tilting your head to the side so your voice wasn't muffled. He chuckles, even though you were exhausted from the day's work and the bad dream you had you still found it in you to start a conversation with him.

☁︎︎ “it was alright. went around Ritou with thoma to settle some matters but that's about it dear.” he touches your head, letting his fingers massage your scalp, feeling you sink deeper and deeper into his hold, until he feels you slump completely, a sign that you've fallen asleep.

☁︎︎ “sweet dreams my love.” he whispers, tilting his head to give you a kiss before turning his attention back to his paperwork.

[threeking]

... ⠀⠀יִיִ⠀𝃣 ⠀⠀ writeblr intro ⠀⠀ 💌 ⠀⠀ ── ⠀⠀ ;

hello ! my name is third king january but feel free to call me third or january ( or any other nickname you'd like ) ! i'm a twenty two year old black lesbian pursuing a graphic design major with a minor in art history and creative writing—considering media studies—who uses they/them pronouns !

ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧ :⠀ 🍓. i think this may be my third or fourth time trying out a writeblr, but the other attempts didn't go well since i was busy and didn't put a lot of effort into interacting with my mutuals </3. this time around, i really want to be a part of the community and be more supportive of everyone's writing! my goal for this account is to share my wips, any writing, and keep motivated to do more than just stare at a blank document for hours </3.

i'm a big reader and i plan to share some of my recently reads on this blog. please feel free to send me book recs if you think it's something i might like or if you just wanna ramble about something you read that you really liked! my favorite genres are horror, magical realism, fairy tales and fantasy. i love beautiful prose that's almost poetic and ambiguous writing that has you questioning everything until the grand reveal.

my favorite books are: bunny by mona awad, deathless by catherine m. valente, and how to win the time war by amal el-mohtar and max gladstone. the last two books helped me understand the kind of writing style i want to strive for as did poetry !! i don't have a whole lot of fav poems, but worm king's lullaby by richard siken is one that's always spinning in my head.

alongside reading i like manga, webtoons, videogames, and anime. my all time favorite anime is hyouka followed by angel beats and clannad. my favorite webtoon is omniscient reader's viewpoint and i can't recommend it enough. it's soosososo good! ( i started with the webtoon before switching to the novel bc i was too impatient to wait for the updates ) my favorite games are the halo series and oxenfree.

other interests of mine include music, drawing, art, watching youtube videos, journaling, horror movies, and sleeping 😴. i have a few graphic novels / webcomics in my wips so i'm learning how to draw to make them a reality! i also have a video game that's tied to another wip so i'm getting into coding as well !

please never be shy / afraid to tag me in ask games, send me an ask, or even a message! i also have a discord ( username: thirdking ) if you'd like to add me and message me there. also never think or feel like you're bothering me or anything if you wanna say hi or ramble about your interests. i'm always looking to make new friends !! 😁

i ask that minors don't interact or follow !! thank you !!

i have a handful of wips that's been running laps in my head for some time now but these are the ones ( excluding shorter stories ) that aren't multimedia projects or animation ideas, but i may talk about those anyways 😋 since most of these are still in the outlining stage they're subject to change but i'll make sure to update anything to reflect those changes !

📝 𖹭 ⠀ֵ⠀ wip one ; spring ( technically untitled but springs gna be in the final title )

the story follows two ex band mates reconnecting in their adult years after they parted ways when their front man signed a major record deal.

📝 𖹭 ⠀ֵ⠀ wip two ; sisyphus

sisyphus stars three siblings at the center of a conspiracy 1!1!1 the oldest sibling, an astronaut, goes missing during a privately funded space mission embarking to a new planet found in the solar system. i wouldn't call this a greek retelling, but it does a feature a lot of nods to classic greek myths!

📝 𖹭 ⠀ֵ⠀ wip three ; atwe

atwe follows the mother of a teen superhero getting revenge after her kid is killed by an unknown villain. though it's my own special take on superheroes featuring my personal criticisms on teen heroes, it's also a study on family—in particular—distant family relations and saying i love you a little too late.

📝 𖹭 ⠀ֵ⠀ wip four ; march marchen ( title will definitely change )

march marchen is my sort of alice in wonderland / fairy tale retelling that follows an unnamed girl in what might be wonderland trying to figure out who she is and who she isn't. ft parallel worlds, escapism, the fear of childhood, and the fear of adulthood.

📝 𖹭 ⠀ֵ⠀ wip five ; neapolitan ( title will definitely change )

neapolitan is a magical girl webcomic / graphic novel. the story follows a trio of girls becoming the successors of a long line of ice cream inspired magical girls. ft a bright fun palette, gore, and cannibalism! though it's a webcomic, i intend to give it a novelization from the perspective of a different set of magical girls.

if you'd like to be added to a taglist please send me an ask! it'll be easier for me to keep track ! thank you for reading <3

[averagesadperson]

Comic Shop Meetings

Lloyd Garmadon x Reader

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Synopsis~ You’ve just moved to Ninjago City and stumble upon a comic book shop close to home. Hoping to find some StarFarer, you also find a handsome boy in green that’s eager to share his recommendations with you.

Notes~ hello! this is my first xReader fic so this kind of style is new to me, so please be nice lol. I pray I’ll get better, but we’ve all gotta start somewhere, right? Also, its midnight so there might be some grammar and or spelling errors!

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A blast of cool air hit you in the face as you pushed open the front door to the comic shop. The slight ringing of the bell alerted the man at the front desk, who looked up at you and greeted you with a friendly smile.

“Hey, there. Haven’t seen you before.”

“Ah, yeah.” You paused to look around the store. There were only a few people browsing the shelves, a group of kids in one corner pouring over one shared comic, two teen girls in the magazine section, and a boy in green completely absorbed in an issue in his hands. You looked back at the cashier, “I just moved into the city recently. I was super stoked to see a comic store so close to home.”

“Well, welcome to Ninjago City, hope you enjoy your stay.” He bowed dramatically and you raised a hand to hide your giggle. “Is there anything, in particular, you're looking for today?”

“Would you happen to have any StarFarer here?”

“Ah, looking for the newest issue, are ‘ya? Well, you're in luck, Missy, we just got ‘em in yesterday. They’re right over there,” he points a finger off to right, “‘Ya see Greenie over there? Knock yourself out”

You nod your head and walk over to the aisle you saw the boy in previously, when you get there he’s in the middle of an issue with several others tucked under his arm. He doesn't seem to notice you as you slowly approach the wall of comics. You scan the shelves, searching for the first few issues of StarFarer. Unfortunately, when you do spot your desired comic, the boy in green is blocking your reach.

You let out a small sigh and gently reach a hand up to tap him on the shoulder.

“Ah!” He startles and looks at you, shutting the book. You feel a little guilty for startling him, plus, from what you saw briefly, he seemed to be in the middle of an intense battle scene. “Uhm, can I help you?”

“I'm trying to get to StarFarer, soo..” you gesture vaguely with your head, he seems to get it as his eyes widen and he quickly hops back with a quiet ‘sorry!’. Now that you’re up close, you notice his eyes are a vivid green, they mesh well with his messy blonde locks; the darker green of his hoodie really brings out the colour. It's a good look for him, you think absentmindedly. You nod your thanks and run a finger along the thin spines of the books.

“Oh, are you just starting?” He asks when he sees you pluck the first issue from the self. You glance back at him and make a so-so motion with your hand.

“Kinda, where I used to live, comics were hard to come by so I only have a few out of order copies. Wanna start the series properly.” You skip over issue two and grab for three and four.

“Really? How many did you have?” He tucks the book he was reading earlier under his arm, raising his now free hand to swipe his bangs out of his eyes.

“Only three. But they were number two, six, and twenty-four. So, didn't really have a story” you laughed at his horrified expression. “Honestly, it wasn't that bad! But I didn't get antsy preeetty quickly.”

“‘Not that bad’!? I wouldn't be able to stay sane! You totally missed the best arcs!” He sets down his own comics and rushes up to shelves in a panic, scouring for, what you presume, a specific issue. You stand back with an amused smile, holding your measly three books, watching the handsome stranger fumble around. 

You startle back when he practically rips one from the shelf, shoving it haphazardly into your hands, immediately going back to searching. “That one is issue fourteen, that one introduces one of the best characters in the whole series! Her name is Jenna, total badass!” Two more slap against your growing pile “And those two are back-to-back storylines, so cool and such a cliffhanger! They’ve never done that before or since!” Another book flutters into your arms. “And that one they go to space! Space! Oh, and they introduce the coolest thi-”

He pauses and looks back at the sound of your giggle. You hold a palm over your mouth to calm your laughter but the doe-eyed look he throws at you causes you to burst into laughter. 

“Wow, your passionate!” He flushes red and now you can see a few freckles dotting his nose. “No, I love it! It's cute.” He flushes harder, fiddling with the drawstring of the hoodie. “But, unfortunately, I’m not really looking to spend hundreds on comic books today.”

He glances down at the pile you’re carrying and perks up. “Oh! Uh, right.” He bashfully rubs the back of his neck as he reaches to grab the extra issues and put them back into place. “Uhm, sorry. About the rambling.”

“I said it's fine, I appreciate it, actually. I’ll be waiting anxiously until I save up” you grab his books and hand them over to him, he smiles as he takes them, softly brushing your fingers with his own.

“Uh, you said you were new to the area, right?” he pauses for your response, and at your nod of confirmation, he continues, stuffing a hand into the baggy hoodie pocket. “Well, there's a cafe a few blocks away from here, I go there pretty often with my brothers, food’s pretty good. I could bring some of my copies down if you wanted to hang out sometime? I could show you around, too..? Doesn't have to be tomorrow or anything!” he cringes back by the end of his rushed sentence, a wobbly smile scrunches up his cheeks, and he internally waits for you to say no.

“I’d love to! But,” his smile drops immediately, rushing to wave his hands in front of you to say ‘that's okay! Totally fine!’ but your “I don't even know your name, yet.” makes him stop.

“Oh, uh, L-Lloyd! I’m- I’m Lloyd. Garmadon.” he shoves an open palm out between you two, cringing and pulling back after a few moments.

You grab his hand before it can retreat back into his pocket, giving him a firm shake, introducing yourself with a dramatized flourish. “And I’m Y/N, my fine sir. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, sir Luh-Lloyd Garmadon.” you flash him a cheeky smile and a wink. His heart flutters and he can feel his heat prickle his cheeks again, he hides it behind a relaxed smile. To you, he seemed to melt before you, relaxing into the chill atmosphere you managed to set.

“So, does that mean you’re up for it?”

“Sure, I'm free this weekend?” you start to walk over to the front counter and Lloyd follows close beside. He nods enthusiastically, watching as you set your three books down and dig around for your wallet.

“Yeah, Saturday works for me, maybe around one?” you nod and smile, continuing to rummage around your wallet for the appropriate bills. Lloyd thinks for a second before setting a hand on your shoulder and speaking when you look up at him curiously. 

“Y’know what? How about I pay for you?” he cuts you off with a raised hand when he sees you begin to decline. “No, it's okay, I have an account here, anyway. If anything you're giving me points.” before you can argue, Lloyd gently sets his down on the counter and turns to the cashier, who talks to him with familiarity. He really must come here a lot, you think. You put your wallet back in your purse and reluctantly wait for the transaction to be done.

A minute or so later Lloyd walks up to you and hands you a dark blue bag with the store's logo on it. “Thanks, Lloyd, you didn't have to do that.” you both walk out the doors, the sun making you both raise a hand in front of your eyes to block the light.

“Seriously, it's fine!” he says, turning to you.

You ‘hmph’, crossing your arms over your chest. “Well then, I'm going to be paying for lunch on Saturday.” he opens his mouth but you cut him off. “No complaints.” he lets out a breathy laugh and shakes his head at you.

“Yeah, okay, if you insist. How many volumes do you want me to bring?”

“Oh, as many as you can carry.” you giggle happily. “If you have any other recommendations too, I certainly wouldn't complain.” he nods determinedly. You raise a finger to point down the street to the right. “Well, I'm down there, but I’ll see you Saturday, yeah?”

“Yeah! I’ll see ya then, Y/N. Uhm, it was nice to meet you!” he waves and calls to you as you start down the sidewalk. Your turn and look over your shoulder, sending him a smile and a wave as you turn the corner.

Lloyd’s hand slowly drops to his side, his smile melting into a permanent thing. Did.. did he just get a date? His face explodes into red and he quickly whips around, speed walking down the street to get to the Bounty. He needed to hound Kai and Jay for his missing issues ASAP.

[qcomicsy]

I was going to reblog with a comment but that post is already super long. But so true ! Like the ninja assassin thing with Dick is a modern retcon something that would be a Tim Cass or Damian thing to do. But writing a flashback for an adult Dick in the 2000s would be weird. By the 1960s he was firmly in canon 18 and in college. How are you gonna go back to the era of goofy and be like this is Dick’s angsty teenage years involved getting turned into a vampire and fighting Bruce over dating Talia. It just doesn’t make sense with how Long comics keep going. 80 years of comics and he’s only what 28. Like it’s very hard to keep a consistent character when everyone wants to make Dick Jason and Bruce new characters every few decades

Absolutely!

My personal view about how they kept retconning Dick's personality as a child and his relationship with Bruce is that it's a mix of complex things and bullshit.

The complex things is yeah, Dick and Bruce had their share of problems when Dick was growing up. They did start bumping heads a lot, but it was more like "this kid is turning into a man and is starting to clash views with his father (who is already someone who's not easy to deal with)" and "that's the part where he starts to develop who he is as person" (I won't get much into that because I haven't read many comics regarding Dick transition from Robin from Batman & Robin to Robin from Titans until Nightwing in the pre-death of the family era.) than the borderline abusive and toxic relationship they started to introducing in the late 90's to early 2000's portrayals of them.

It's complex because after rebooting everything it's hard to introduce such a long and gradual process that took almost ten years of development that is Dick's emancipation not only from working with Bruce but also following his every step as boy wonder. Specially if we think about the huge fall out they had right after Jason died.

It's bullshit because they started with those retcons when we had that long and embarrassing period of Super-hero history (late 90's to early 2000's) where everyone was trying to make super-heroes popular again but following alongside with a palpable embarrassment and self-conscious shame regarding any silliness and/or whimsical side the superhero universe. Like "we're making superheroes stories but this is for adults, this ain't for children 😡😡". Nobody wanted to be the "60's Batman TV show everyone makes fun of" and everybody wanted to be Alan Moore.

We had all this writers who grow up reading "Death of the family", "The Killing Joke", "Batman Year one" add were dying to recreate the 80's dark period glory, even if they didn't had the same writing skills for that.

I mean hate the Killing Joke all you want (I know I do), it has a shit tone of good writing.

It's bullshit because everyone was still sore about how Batman turned into a joke in the 90's after that one movie and for some reason everyone blamed Robin. It's bullshit because comic books are always influenced by the popular media around them, and while 40's Batman had the American Way and American Family Values™ 🦅🦅🦅, 80's Batman has Scarface, Taxi Driver and long urban tragedies.... 90's have Die Hard and every extra power macho fantasy under the sun.

I mean... This was 90's Nightwing.

he's so big and so stupid and one day I'm gonna top h–*gunshots*

No one wanted to see "good father" Batman, hell no one wanted to see any emotional shit in comics? Emotions??? In my manly comics??? Miss me with that gay sit emotions is for girls 😡😡 I wanna see big buffy man making his enemies cry 🔥⛓️☠️💪☠️😡⛓️🪚🔧

So you reach early 2000, everyone kinda hates or is kinda embarrassed of Robin, Batman is a former shadow of the man and the father he used to be. But you still wanna introduce new readers to your character (Dick Grayson) that (for better or for worst) is loved but only by the people who already know him, you're still embarrassed of his silly origins and the whimsical part of it.

So what do you do?

Personally I think writers thought Dick had it too easy as Robin, personally I think they were obsessed about making it real, personally I think everyone was obssessed and trilled with the idea of being the next Tim Miller and making their one fresh real edge introduction of the boy wonder. Personally I think this is all the new 52 was absolutely on for the Batfamily.

Personally I believe (and this is more a optimistic take) some writers were creatively trying to tie Dick's anger issues as Nightwing to his origins as Robin.

You have this chance of one in million (at te time) to reintroduce Nightwing (reintroduce Robin), now you can make it as real as gritty and as edge as you want. You can make it Robin cool again, you can introduce in a way that will sell well the dark story you where preparing for this character. And you also can deny any father and son relationship he could had have with Bruce Wayne and keep the big beef strong man without feelings reputation that people have been manufacturing by choice into Batman from ten years by now.

And what is more dark and character building than an abusive father?

I think writers thought that making Bruce abusive towards Dick and Dick resentful towards Bruce was the best way to launch this new universe as realistic and grittier. Not only making Dick's Robin introduction (and origin) more "real" but also separating Bruce even more from a emotional and father like figure that for some reason some writers (and fans!) despised to much.

Killing so many birds with one stone might as well call yourself David from the Bible.

And they were so certain this direction would be a success that the just notice their mistake now.

Anyways... A load of bullshit.

I personally don't mind Dick's Robin having anger issues, I think it's a natural progression from his first real serious introduction from back in the 80's, I also think it adds more to his character tying up his first trauma along with a long life of others and the result of having to deal with a frustrating job (that is vigilantism is) since literally ever. I like the idea that the perfect Robin wasn't perfect all the time and he also had (and has) other side of his personality that isn't as nice or likeable as it should and that's a thing he consciously have to work on as a person since he was a child.

However I also think writers did took to far sometimes and Dick history and specially his relationship with Bruce suffered from it. And I also agree that if everyone tries to reboot, retcon and fucking "subvert" a character every fucking ten years you won't even have a fucking consistent character to begin with (gestures vaguely to Jason Todd, Deadpool and now poor fuckin Damian and their wreck of comic book history).

[itookyoudown]

From nothing but time (hard time)!

Tim thinks there's nothing to say about it. Conversation (and action) over with the night. He’d be wrong. Raylan’s head and now shirtless shoulders and naked arms pop up by the side of Tim’s bed. He’s peeled off his shirt and stands there looking at Tim with a smile in his eyes.

“Tim, you want a taste of Kentucky?”

Tim rolls his eyes. And then he closes them. There’s no potential threat in the question. There’s not a snowball’s chance in hell that Raylan’s dick is hard again. Thus no way for the other man to weaponize it. Not yet. Tim’s still got another thirty to forty minutes before he might have to shove off an attempt for a second round.

“Think I’ve had my fill for the night,” Tim declines in a dry, disinterested tone. He knows now what the inside of Raylan’s mouth tastes like.

He hears something tinny open and close. Tim does peek to find out what that’s about. Raylan’s holding out the little box that he keeps his personal effects in. Letters. Snacks. Shit like that.

“They’re butter cake,” he whispers. Raylan is already holding out the tin for Tim to take one. As if he can’t imagine Tim saying no.

Tim squints at him. “You do know it’s candy you’re supposed to lure boys with if you’re looking to get your cock sucked. Cookies? Cakes? Now, this is what witches use as bait for kids they wanna cook up. Unless you're trying to eat me?”

A shit-eating grin stretches out Tim’s lips. God, he loves this. This is the kind of shit that gets him hard. Or it would have, if he hadn’t just shot off three minutes ago. “This is cultural appropriation, Raylan. You’re mixing up unseemly fornication with cannibalism.”

“Eat the fuckin’ cookie, Gutterson.”

Tim’s never had someone threaten him over baked goods before. He keeps his gaze pinned on Raylan’s face as he dips his fingers into the tin box that Raylan’s still holding out. Slow. Careful. He’s wary about this.

“Why you sharing your mama’s cookies?” he asks. 

There’s no afterglow in prison, but apparently, there are cookies. Tim shouldn’t take the cookie. For much the same reason he shouldn’t call Raylan Raylan.

There are stories about Raylan. There are so many stories about Raylan. While Tim thought most of them were bullshit…the more he gets to know Raylan, the more he believes there's more truth to them than lie. 

And one of those stories that might not be such a tall tale is that Raylan shanked a man for stealing one of the goodies his mother bought in on family day.

“I told her ‘bout you,” Raylan answers nice and easy and with absolute unbidden honesty, “and she told me to share.”

Un-fucking-believable. It’s true. Even murderers still love their mothers.

Ohh yo. Justie i’m glad you asked this one so I can ramble about it quite a bit. This fic’s popularity has always surprised me and I’m still floored by the folks that have reached out to tell me it was one of the fics that drew them into reading more Justified fanfiction or set sail the givenson ship for them.

This was written back in my early days of writing fanfiction for the very first time. I wanted to test out my comfort zone and also give back in some way to the fandom that had given me so much joy, so I hosted a mini prompt fest (Givensongiving) right here on tumblr and invited justies to send me prompts for givenson fics.

You can thank @sublightsleeper for prompting “involuntary arousal + prison sex, gimme that sweet sweet au sauce” and thus this fic was born.

It was hugely inspired by the prison scenes in Justified and other shows such as Oz, Orange is the New Black, and a lot of nonfiction books + documentaries I’ve read over the years about the USA prison system.

When I thought about how to put Raylan and Tim in a prison setting, I immediately went with the idea that they both ended up as inmates. I think I briefly considered the idea that they were both guards. Or even doing guard/inmate, but I didn’t really get any noncon or darkfic inspiration from the prompt. Besides, I did want to preserve the equal footing they have had on the show with each other and I was drawn to painting a friendly/comforting connection between them as they're locked up.

Once I knew I wanted to do inmate/inmate, there was zero question on HOW Raylan and Tim would end up in prison: they’d be there for murdering their fathers.

I can clearly remember thinking about how Raylan would have killed Arlo and had this thought: “what if Raylan killed Arlo with a baseball bat? That’d be hot…but also horrifying for him so let’s explore that”. It felt really fitting to me to have Raylan kill Arlo in such a “personal” way (close and personal and frantic and messy) and Tim to kill his father in an “impersonal” way (cold and distant with a gun and utilizing military tactics).

ANYWAYS. Sorry for all the background rambling onto rambling about this specific bit!

This whole exchange was really meant to highlight the different ways that Raylan and Tim have learned how to survive prison and the effect it’s had on their ability to make connections with others and how to navigate relationships.

Tim rolls his eyes. And then he closes them. There’s no potential threat in the question. There’s not a snowball’s chance in hell that Raylan’s dick is hard again. Thus no way for the other man to weaponize it. Not yet. Tim’s still got another thirty to forty minutes before he might have to shove off an attempt for a second round.

Prison has hardened Tim. He’s closed himself off behind a very high wall to protect both his emotions and also physically safeguard himself. He’s always looking out for an angle that someone might use to hurt him. In this case, when Tim worries about Raylan trying to initiate more sex, this is Tim being painfully aware that his cellmate could regard his agreement with consenting to sex this time as consenting to sex always. 

Earlier in this fic I implied that Tim is a survivor of incest & SA, so it was important to me that I circle around to that reveal again and have Tim anticipating this violence (and have him ready to defend himself)…but having him do it in a very Tim-like way. His casual acceptance of the possibility of it was really meant to highlight the horror of what’s happened to him in the past.

I also feel like the cold, factual, and slightly paranoid way that Tim reacts to Raylan in the immediate aftermath of their sexual encounter was a good contrast to Raylan’s more lighthearted approach as well. Tim hasn’t done as much time as Raylan and Tim got to live life a little before being locked up. And because of that I think Tim’s viewpoint of what they’ve done is more practical – he’s in prison and cut off from the outside world, he’s making due with what and who is available to him. He’s touch starved and knows it and so seeks friendly hands for a few minutes of respite without expecting anything beyond that.

“They’re butter cake,” he whispers. Raylan is already holding out the tin for Tim to take one. As if he can’t imagine Tim saying no.

You have no idea how long I spent researching “traditional kentucky desserts” and “popular kentucky desserts” before I settled on butter cake cookies lol. I really wanted it to be something simple but distinct, something that Frances would actually bake and she’d be able to take into prison for Raylan.

This was also, once again, Tim making implications about his past and being purposefully offensive about it because he likes to tell his little jokes as his primary coping mechanism.

Compared to Tim, it was my goal to make Raylan…I don’t want to call him soft, even though his behavior is obviously softer when you compare it to Tim’s. Raylan is still a very violent and angry man in this fic. His murder of Arlo sent him to prison and him assaulting and murdering other inmates has ensured he’ll be a lifer. He’s also still a smooth talker and likes to tell others what to do (hence him telling Tim to eat the fucking cookie).

However, I did want to draw attention to the fact that Raylan has spent more of his life inside of prison than outside of it. He went in while he was still a teenager. He’s never known the outside world in an adult way, so there’s absolutely a childish edge to him and a degree of innocence in the way he tries to grow closer to Tim.

And I did want to make it clear that despite Raylan’s charm and the fact that he’s over 40 years old in this, he’s emotionally underdeveloped and has a much more rosy view. He is very much experiencing A Big Crush on his new cellmate (and is over the moon that the newest boy on the block likes him best) and is treating their time together as if they’re “dating”. He’s also obeying his mama’s advice on how to treat Tim because yes this is also sneaky Raylan is a mama’s boy propaganda fic.

As an aside, I loved including Frances even if she’s in the background. It felt so good to write at least one AU where Frances survived Arlo even if that meant she lost Raylan to prison. She got to live!!

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[faunandfloraas]

Here's A Little Get-To-Know-You Tag Game!

Tagged by: @noonaracha and @hhnquokka thanks for the tag you beauts!

Name(s): Jess

Pronouns: she/they

Star Sign: capricorn

# of Siblings & Fun Facts About Them (if you have any): One older brother but I also have two older cousins who lived with us a couple different times and then I have more cousins who would pretty much come around every weekend as well :)

# of Pets: 2 cats, Tigs who is 16 and has a very loud and a stray we call Tab/Barry/Lil kitty I rescued from the street last year and shes the funniest lil cat around. And a dog named Clancy we saved from a disgraced jockey who had a cocaine habit and also hoarded dogs and he looks just like a dog that would come from those circumstances

Fandoms: Stray Kids is The Thing for me right now, I was big into rgg/yakuza for a while though and also i've been watching a cdrama I Need to gif so that's the main thing rn :)

Favourite Colour: Today... custard baby pastel yellow. Tomorrow? who knows.

Favourite Song: I dont really do favourites because.... idk I have many favourites, therefore I kinda have none, if that makes sense. For today though I'll say Hate to admit by mr cb97 himself bc.... oh it feels very relatable to me in this moment lmao

Favorite Author: Emily Bronte. But didn't she only have one book? Well yes but it was a good book. and also her vibes were impeccable. to me.

Hobbies: my longest one is painting and drawing... I would like to try and do my skz art this year! I was painting Chan before so :dmirk: I like baking and cooking, i love to try new cuisines, i like going to nerd ass anime conventions, i like walking everyday, got into gaming during 2020.... uh yeah Oh i like collecting shit but also its a bad habit more than a hobbie lmao

Favourite Holiday: Halloween... it was never a thing much as kid here but its more popular now. Walk around, wear a costume, get some lollies, spooky stories- sounds good to me.

Do You Have Any Partner(s)?: I have chronic deadly singles disease, the 2 times I was not inflicted with this ended very... Badly. so maybe the deadly singles disease is for the best lmao

Fun facts about you/anything extra you wanna share!: I think I shared too much but 😂they put me on a higher dose of my adhd meds which might explain why I just wrote so much lmao

I'll tag my beloveds @chanrizard @inloif @blueprintchan @comflexing @sesuavity @linoguy @wantbytaemin @sternburgerpilsner @haenglixie @rainknow

[japhan2024]

OMG OMG SO, first of all: Hi! Love your writting! Second of all, I would love to see more single dad Ian pleaseee pleasee!! Something sweet and a lot of flufff, and if you could make it like, grumpy and scary outside, cute and hopelessy in love with his kid inside the house could be the best thing.

I'm so happy you enjoy my writing, it means so much! Thank you for this cute prompt, I'm doing my best to make it to your liking ~💖

Swift

genre: angst, fluff

topics: single parent, reconnection w best friend

words: 1.557

Ian hid it well - the bags under his eyes, the general closed off-ness, people blamed it on Anthony leaving and Defy collapsing. The truth was, Ian was very happy with his life. Although it was very much split in two: his work life and his family life. Ian had a kid: he was a father. A single dad even.

Yes, a short-lived fling with a Hollywood-heiress had resulted in a pregnancy, no, she didn't want the kid and yes, he had begged her to keep it, he would take good care of it he promised. And when she personally 'delivered' the baby to his doorstep, she broke his heart and made him the happiest man alive, all at once.

Little Swift (Ian didn't get to choose the name) had quite the attitude as a baby, always hungry, throw-uppy and poopy at the same time, driving Ian up the wall sometimes. But when he saw his baby sleep, he melted all over again, remembering how he loved his little son.

At the office he maintained a distance, he didn't want to tell them, he had this one thing going for him, and it felt sacred. Not that there was anyone he would want to talk to anyway. Not that they weren't 'nice', because they were. And they worked hard. And they put their all into Smosh, making it survive it's toughest times yet. Ian was grateful to them. But he couldn't get close to them. His closest connection was m.i.a. and would probably never come back.

Ian did want to tell Anthony. To share with him his most joyful of feelings. But he didn't want Anthony to visit him because he 'had to'. Maybe that backfired because any time his former best friend did reach out, Ian would react robotically, not knowing how to respond better anyway.

Years passed.

"Daddy!" Swift was already four years old and a little menace, and a little angel at the same time. "Another story!"

"Alright," Ian sighed. "Which one do you want to hear now?"

"The one about the unicorn."

"Okay." Ian picked a colorful book. They sat in Swift's room, already way past his bedtime but he wouldn't let his dad leave. Probably because he knew it was shooting week tomorrow and he'd have to say with his grandma.

"The little unicorn galloped over the rainbow," Ian began. "It knew it would see its friends on the other side. There they were! Little rabbit, little fox and little baby dragon. What do you want to do today? Play play play! And that they did, and that they did."

"Another story!"

"Swift, you really have to sleep now."

"Please?"

Ian could never resist for long.

"Alright. But it's a story I invented myself. Wanna hear it?"

"Can it be about a unicorn, and a fox, and a-"

"No, this is a story about two best friends."

"Oh, okay."

Ian lay down on the ground next to his son's bed. His arms behind his head.

"Once upon a time, two guys met each other and they knew they would be best friends for the rest of their lives."

"Did they love each other?"

"Yeah, I guess they did. They had so much fun together, and everyone liked their games. But because it got so crowded, the best friends couldn't find each other anymore."

Ian gouged whether Swift was asleep yet. But his eyes were wide open.

"So they each made new friends and didn't talk or play with each other, but you know what, Swift? That didn't matter. Because when you have a best friend, that's forever. And they both knew that if they would find each other again, they'd just continue where they left off where they were, when they last saw each other."

"I don't like this story, tell another one."

"No Swift, you really have to sleep." Ian sat up and wanted to leave. But Swift jumped out of his bed - to Ian's distress - and clung to his leg.

"Stay."

Ian couldn't say no to that. He got a few blankets and lay down on the ground in his son's room. He quickly dozed off, even though it was only 8 p.m.

~

Ian and Anthony looked at each other. This first time hanging out since.. 5 years? Felt a bit awkward but, also nice. Their friends kept to themselves a bit, so they had a chance to talk semi-privately. Ian had made sure to wear his least crappy jeans and a classic light blue Charlie the drunk guinea pig t-shirt. Anthony wore all black, plus some necklaces, bracelets and rings. He had gotten tattoos and looked so overwhelmingly cool, Ian had kind of forgotten how beautiful his friend was.

"So, how's your life?"

"I'm good! Thank you. Haha yeah, I have a cute girlfriend, the channel's going well.. I have a dog, oh! You would love him."

"Oh, really? That's so nice man."

"Yeah, haha. Umm, I'm so glad to talk to you. How are you? How are you, Smosh is going strong as always of course, like I've been keeping up! But how are you otherwise?"

"Uhh, oh, that's great man. I'm good, thanks."

"Ian.. please, after all this time, let's talk, please. Don't still shut me out?"

It was so difficult for Ian to do this 'talk about your feelings' stuff. But he felt like he had to. So, forcing himself, he looked Anthony directly in his eyes. And he was taken aback, seeing the earnestness there, the longing for connection, genuine openness that hadn't been there before.

"No, sorry. I want to let you in."

"I would like that," Anthony said. He looked at Ian with a hunger. Like he wanted to breathe in his best friend, as the fresh smell of grass and flowers, after having stayed inside for years.

Ian broke eye contact, but said: "Come over this Saturday. It's will be really special to me if you come over.."

"Okay! Yeah totally, I'll be there! I'm so glad we met again today, Ian. I'm so down to hang out." Anthony smiled apologetically. Like he wanted to say so much more. Ian went in for a hug. Anthony held him tightly for a moment. "See you soon, buddy."

~

Saturday morning.

"Swift, come here please?"

"Yes dad!"

"Do you remember the story of the two best friends?"

Swift nodded.

"Well, my best friend is coming over today. It's pretty special! We're going to say hi to him for the first time!"

"What's his name?"

"Anthony."

"Okay! Dad?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I draw?"

"Sure you can, go to the table, the drawing stuff is still on there."

Ian paced up and down his apartment. How would Anthony react? Would they really reconnect again? He didn't have time to collect any courage because the doorbell rang.

"Dad!! Your best friend is here!"

"Yes! I'll answer the door."

Ian opened the door.

"Anthony, before you go in.. I have to tell you something. I, well, I have a son."

Anthony's eyebrows shot up underneath his curls. "You have a... son?"

"Yeah, his name is Swift, he's 4 years old. There's no mom in the picture though."

Anthony looked at Ian with wide eyes. Eyes that started to water. "Dude... congratulations..." His voice trailed away. He went in to hug Ian again. He whispered: "Ian, I'm so sorry, I should have been here for you.."

"Daddy, my drawing is finished. Can I give it to your best friend?"

"Sure, here he is," Ian said, breaking up the hug. Anthony seemed like he didn't want to let go at all. They turned to Swift and looked at the drawing. It was colorful scribbles.

"Wow, is this for me?"

Swift nodded with a smile.

"Thank you so much, Swift. I'm so happy to meet you. My name is Anthony."

"Yes, you're dad's best friend. I'm happy you have found him again."

Anthony laughed, but tears fell down.

"Want some tea or something? A beer maybe?"

"Water is fine.."

Swift was staring at Anthony. It made Anthony feel awkward and like he had to act entertaining.

"So, what's your favorite color?" He figured a kid would like that kind of question. To his relief, he was right.

"I like blue, but I also like indigo, Bobby likes green but I don't like green."

"Oh, I see. I like black."

"Did you paint black on yourself?"

"Oh, haha, well, these are tattoos."

Swift picked up some markers and started to draw on his own hand.

"Oh, Swift I don't know if your dad will approve of that.."

"Shall I draw on your hand?"

"Uhh, okay."

Swift started to draw on Anthony's tatooed hands. Ian walked back into the room and smiled at the situation.

"Good way to redirect his chaotic tendencies."

"Thanks, man. Your son, he's incredible. Such a good kid."

"Anthony?"

Ian looked earnestly at his best friend.

"Will you come over more often? We can just hang out. Doesn't have to be about work at all. I even prefer that. We can do fun things with Swift, go to the park, and you can be my wingman to score some m-i-l-f-s."

"Ohh yeah, totally," Anthony said, still recovering from the shock of knowing his best friend was a dad.

"Ian, I... this is amazing. I'm so grateful and thankful, that you trust me and let me meet this really special young man."

Swift was still drawing.

[msookyspooky]

Spooky!!!!! Can you plz share your thoughts on Neve Campbell returning to scream? 👀

(Sorry if you've answered this already!)

Ps I LOVEEEEEEEEEEEEE ur series so much - ur writing is SOOOO good 🥹 The last chapter tore out my HEART but has me kicking my feet GIGGLING at the same time - I genuinely wish u the absolute best bc you are AMAZING 💗

OMG THANK YOU!! I appreciate that especially since I was lowkey a bit weary of even adding Billy and YN at the end but damn we're 4 books in this has to happen eventually 😭🥴 I swear that the latest chapter is actually done (Just proofreading) but the plot is so heavy so damn 'wtf' that I'm writing the next chapter because I wanna make sure this pieces together smoothly cause there is no going back afterwards. So I swear I ain't dragging my feet TOO much 😅 But I'm giddy and nervous to post bc omg I don't think yall are ready 😗🤭

That is...just complicated. I love the idea of Sidney returning but not for this movie simply because of how they handled Melissa. Idc what side of the aisle you're on firing someone for speaking their mind on their Insta instead of being a meek media darling will always rub me the wrong way.

ANNNNDDD these Producers and Executives have lowkey butchered Scream in so many ways since Wes Craven passed and the fact that they made Sidney have less screen time in 5 not only for ageism in my humble opinion and money hungry greed to replace her with younger actresses no one asked for (Sorry I was all pissed they killed Dewey just to replace him with Chad even if I love Chad and got rid of Neve for the sake of 'new chapter' bs with a Billy's daughter trope if they were gonna do that they should've went with Scream 4's original plot IMO OR Sidney's daughters and Mark etc)

THEN by 6 we got very use to them and Sam became a beloved character that we could live with her and Tara being the new final girls just to shitcan them (Jenna walked from what I remember good for her) over an opinion that wasn't stated rudely or anything just talking about the kids involved in this war and they treat her as badly as they did Neve cutting Neve's pay and tossing her aside just for Neve to agree to come back???

Man, I'm sorry I am not a Neve lover nor hater but my pride could never. Guess that's why I'm not in Hollywood or loaded bc I would NEVER sign onto a movie that publicly humiliated me by basically saying I'm not worth the pay, then treating a younger co-star so poorly, then signing back on because they paid me what I should've probably gotten paid in the first place. My Manager and PR team could bite me...Probably why I'm a struggling artist instead lol

I do not hate Neve for this choice because ik money is money but it's disappointing.

And honestly? I have BEEN vocal how Scream 5 is by far my least favorite and they suckered us in with nostalgia and Scream 6 was GREAT except for the ending with the killers being so...Wattpad to be blunt coming from a wattpad fanfic writer. Hate or love Jill Roberts but she was a great Ghostface and it's so OBVIOUS what movies Craven worked on versus not. The killers in 6 COULD have been great too had it not been for them related to Richie (Who is my least favorite GF by far) and how fanfiction both latest installments feel with reveals. Scream 3 did too but Scream 3 purposely did not take itself seriously while 5 and 6 did except for Mindy as comic relief.

Of course this is my opinion and thank you for asking I'm honored you wanna hear my rinky dink opinion but I am not looking forward to 7. Scream 6 may not be my favorite but it is top 3 for me up until the reveal and Sam letting go of the mask and choosing a path to the future feels like the perfect ending! Franchise is done! Move on!

These movies are not like Friday the 13th of TCM with new victims these are stories tying in the victims and making 7 with the political climate rn and how they got rid of THE TWO NEW FINAL GIRLS just to beg Sidney to make a comback while probably having the safest most generic plot with how many changes they probably had to make after the characters were gotten rid of.

I'm just not hyped for Scream 7 and probably won't watch it. Ya know, all good things have to come to an end. Even this fic in time has to end. And I think the execs bit off more than they can chew and are backpedaling instead of doing the reasonable thing and canceling and I hate that Neve and some writers etc are on board still

And let's be real; Scream is getting less believable with tech. 96? Yeah, I could see it! 2000's? Sure! But 2020 onward? With smartphones and smarthomes and ringdoorbells and dna collected its time to say good bye to something that has to move on! Scream 6 did a descent job with the multiple GF and Scream 4 despite me not liking it they did it best as far as preparing future Scream for the murders. Not to get away with it but to be caught and sell the footage. They SERIOUSLY could've ended at 4 and I would accept it :/

But whatever, they're still decent movies but 7 is just one I have no interest in truly watching. For me personally but thank you for asking and listening to me rant and hopefully if you want cheesy overdone meta tropes my fic will do the trick rather than the movies 😅🤞🖤

[dem0nguy]

The council (me, myself, and I) have decided, I shall post about my way-too-elaborate OC lore!

I’ll likely share this through story snippets, spurts of lore, art, or whatever else comes to me. Regardless, I hope you enjoy something I’ve been crafting for many years in the back of my mind.

Now let me introduce you to a story called:

A Good Demon

Listen, part of me still doesn’t understand everything that’s happened to me over the past couple years. But these journal entries, those that I wrote while it was happening. May be the only accurate recount I can give you.

So much has changed over the years, I’ve lost and gained. I’ve gone from a naïve little boy to a kid who knows too much for his age.

So let my younger self tell you our story:

9/22/19

It’s My Birthday! Wahooo!!!!

Man I’ve been psyched for weeks! I’m turning twelve, and tomorrow I start 6th grade! It’s kinda crazy honestly. I’m not sure if I should be excited, or terrified.

But well, that’s what this journal is for. Writing down my thoughts and worries. As much as I will use it for that, I also wanna be able to look back when I’m older! It’ll be cool to see what future me thinks of present me (I hope future me is doing well!) He’s not, but the notion is nice.

I got a whole bunch of presents today! First off, I got this journal. Which seemed like a lame present at first (especially in comparison to my twin brother’s remote controlled car) but I’m learning to like it. I think… The journal is a marble red-black pattern, with a gold engraving on the front of my name “Adam”.

I also got a bunch of chocolate (my favorite candy!), as well as action figures from my favorite TV show, a few new books, a couple letters with money, and an odd red and blue crystal necklace. Irrelevant as it may be, chocolate is still my favorite candy.

The necklace was a gift from my Uncle Sam. He’s a very, err, interesting guy? I don’t know, he’s very closed off, and doesn’t seem very fond of anything really. But my dad (his twin brother. Isn’t it crazy there are two pairs of twins in this family??) Likes having him around.

My twin, Conner, got a similar necklace. Though it was a little more blue than red. Uncle Sam was very hesitant when giving them to us, almost as though he didn’t want to. It made me wonder if my dad had made him buy these for us.

I’m not ungrateful for his gift. Just, skeptical. He told us to keep the necklaces close by all day and night, that they’re a sign of good luck. Should’ve been more skeptical…

I’m not exactly gonna give up potential good luck. I’ll definitely need it for tomorrow. I’m absolutely terrified that I’m gonna get lost in the big concrete building that is “middle school.” I’ll have more than one teacher a year now, how will I remember them all?? What if I forget and walk into the wrong classroom? God that would be so embarrassing. All the looks from the other students trained on me, I can almost hear their snickering and laughing in my ears!

Even worse, what if I’m stuck in a class with no one I know? What if all my friends and my brother are on completely different sides of the building? What if there’s an emergency?? What would I do? Funny how this was my greatest fear when I was twelve.

I don’t think I can answer any of those questions, just thinking about them shakes me to the core. But, it is nice to write down on paper. Somehow the words are less scary when you can see them.

Hey, maybe this good luck charm will help me after all.

Little did I know it would make my life living hell.

(Part twoooooo :D)

[starchild--27]

Here's A Little Get-To-Know-You Tag Game!

Tagged by: @flaredpantsagenda thank you Mon!! it's been ages since i last did one of these ^-^

Name(s): Selma, Selmi, starchild - whatever you want to call me is fine ^-^ (i have no cool internet name besides 'starchild', maybe i should make one up 🤔)

Pronouns: she/her, but i am fine with any :D

Star Sign: taurus

# Of Siblings & Fun Facts About Them (if you have any): one younger sister who is the best person i know and who -sometimes- people think is my twin? 90% of the people don't see it, but these other 10% keep popping up... (that was the fun fact btw)

# Of Pets: one cat who lives with my parents. he is my son.

Fandoms: i'm most actively involved in my kpop bubble rn (EXO, Stray Kids, aespa mostly atm). also, if you scroll through my blog for 3 seconds, you will see a lot of Good Omens as well. but there are a lot of fandoms i am occasionally or have been very involved in. i still consider myself part of the Percy Jackson fandom (tho i haven't seen the new series yet 🙈), i love Star Wars, Lord of the Rings and Harry Potter (in the JKR loathing and practicing a critical gaze kind of way), i love the neil gaiman universes, i loved the Grishaverse books, my favorite manga is The Case Study of Vanitas and so on and so on... i've been into a lot of things and still feel like i missed out on so many cool other fandoms xD

Favorite Color: blue 🌠

Favorite Song: if i was asked this at gun point, i would be dead- (sorry, i have a hard time picking favourites anyway, and for that one i gave up trying long ago)

Favorite Author: again. there is no way i can pick a favourite. lol sorry for being boring like that but it is what it is. the author i read the most books of might be Haruki Murakami but i wouldn't say i prefer him for any particular reason, i love other writers and their stories just the same amount and for entirely different reasons.

Hobbies: making up stories, chatting with friends, hanging out in tumblr, making music, reading (i wish i did it more again these days..)

Favorite Holiday: 🎃👻

Do You Have Any Partner(s)?: in crime? sure, my besties and group of friends. romantic? nope. (and i am overthinking that)

Fun facts about you/anything extra you wanna share!: i've been into crocheting lately. and made my sister a clown opossum for christmas, which i finished 7pm on christmas eve (bc ofc it was a last minute idea). the most parts i did while binge-watching broadchurch. twice. pro tip: have better time management than i do. xD

Tagging: @vampwrrr @soft-jihoonie @dontbotheraziraphale @groovystrangerree and every mutual and non-mutual who want to do this ^~^