#I'm sorry about the enormous amount of tags

[xuchiya]

streets [c.san]

₊˚.༄ || filth valentines m.list || hongjoong || seonghwa || yunho || yeosang || san || mingi || wooyoung || jongho || ₊˚.༄

₊˚.༄ We real life made for each other And it's hard to keep my cool ₊˚.༄

"it's getting late, do you have someone to pick you up?" your head turn towards san, still in his uniform. his face mask were pulled down just below his bottom lip, emphasizing his cheeks; it made you want to squish his cheeks from being so innocent.

san was one of your fellow nurses. The crisp navy-blue scrubs fit him perfectly, the name tag reading "San Choi, RN" gleaming under the fluorescent lights. you cleared your throat; your heart was beating too loud for you that it hurts to taint this uncorrupted soul. you have hint after hint of crush on this man, this huge ass man that his face does not match his enormous body that you totally found yourself completely hidden.

proved when you stood behind him once and when you say, disappeared.

abracadabra, bitch not even a strand of hair can be seen.

"ah well i actually have somewhere to be ... what about you?" san looks at his watch, sighing, brushing his hair off his eyes, "my friend said he'll pick me up but he had an emergency call from his dad's company so now I have to wait for a bus..."

you frown looking at your watch too, its 10pm. Usually buses don't take this route anymore, "buses aren't available in this hour, san."

his heart fell on his stomach, double checking his watch, "damn it!" your eyes widen at his sudden burst of profanity. his eyes widen too and apologizing to you, "i'm sorry didn't mean to."

your lips curled up in a teasing smile, "your patient would not like it if she heard that one." San shakes his head laughing lightly. the small silence engulfs you both before you had an idea which will be a torture for you.

probably a torture for him too.

San was already an intern at a prestigious hospital near his family's home; owned by his grandfather though he is expecting him that he will continue his service even after his internship.

but when San came by a hospital that one of his friends were admitted after being confined. He found himself stuck on the reception area as his eyes were glued to your figure, up on hospital trolley, shouting dose of pharmaceutical. Your determine look and perseverance on your career what intrigued him to know you more.

so he left his family hospital.

San is pediatrician and so do you, the amount of love he gives on these children what also intrigued you in getting to know the man that suddenly left the hospital that you were trying to apply.

"hey i can give you a ride?" you mention, his ear perk up and reddens. his heart thumps inside his chest all of a sudden, "i-i .."

upon realizing what you said, your eyes once again widen and stutter out excuses, "oh my gosh! i - this is embarrassing, God take me!" you groan, covering your face.

for a while San chuckles at your reaction, composing himself, "I know you don't mean any harm but if you're going to drop me off then i hope i'm not delaying any of your plans."

When San agrees about you giving him a ride, he meant to be able to relax on the passenger seat.

He stares at the glaring matte black with gold flames on the Kawasaki Ninja 400R. That is one of the motorbikes he wishes to own and drive but because of his independence, San is still saving up.

"Holy .." You look at San as you place the glove tightly on your hand, "hmm?" Clueless on his reaction, you swing your leg over the bike, reviving the engine on and tune in the smoky sound of the engine of your bike.

San stares in awe as you hand him (set of embarrassment hue on your cheeks) a customized helmet. It has kitty ear with soft peach color as parallel of the inside of the ear.

"this is so cute." when he puts in the helmet, it dawned on him. You, arch back, hunch forward and him behind you, holding on tightly. His ears were once again red, frozen in place; his mind racing the same speed as your bike with filthy thoughts.

Like how could he not? Your ass is probably close to his (now) stiffening cock in his scrubs when he jumps in. the way it would keep brushing on his cock would probably have him cumming there.

"San? you okay?" You haven't feel the pressure or the weight on your back, so you turn your attention on San; standing with an incredible thickening boner in his scrubs, if it weren't for the eye shield of your helmet, he would seen you checking him out.

Or worse, staring at his firm boner.

San snap out of his thoughts and hurriedly swing his legs over the other side of the bike, after settling down on the leather seat. "You okay? Do you need-"

"Let's just go." San spoke clearing his throat and immediatly feels bad for brushing your concerns off, you understood why.

Without speaking much, you note that San would not hold on to you because of his hard situation so you did the initiative to grab his hands, in which he was taken back, and wrap them around your waist; patting his hand, "Mind you that it's night and I'll be taking advantage of the road."

You look over at San, "don't worry, I'll slow down if its too much." So without delaying much of your guys time, you kick off the stand and off both of you on the streets. San calling whatever can answer them make this ride, a comfortable one.

to say the least, no one grant his calls.

"u-Ugh f-ufuck chakaman!" San gasp, holding on to the mop of hair on the level of his hips while gripping his scrub up on his chest in his other hand—exposing his toned stomach, his scrub pants pooled on the floor. Your tousled hair, lips wrapped around his aching cock left him gripping the leather seat of your motorbike as you continued swirling your tongue on his red tip. San cried, bucking his hips when you took all of him; fitting him in your mouth up til’ his tip hitting the back of your throat.

 You hum to accumulate more of his climax, which in your satisfaction made San whimper thrusting his hips in your mouth, “f-fuck …” Shamelessly, he started fucking your throat as his climax were nearing and sooner, his cum spurted on your tongue and down your throat. You pull away from him, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out to let him see that you have collected some of his cum before swallowing them.

  You gave him a smile before licking your salty lips, standing up proceeding to remove your leather pants; letting them rest on your knees along with your undies. You turn your head over to look at him with a smirk on your lips, bending moderately for him to see your puckered glistening hole with a small help of one of your hands to spread your cheek.

 “I know you want to get your dick wet, come on baby.” San’s eye twitch the moment you provoke him and have to look around the cleared parking spot you parked on and had him spitting his fingers and run them up and down your puffy cunt before grabbing his semi-hard dick and tap his tip on your hole; wiggling your asscheeks for him to provoke him more which he took the cue and slam his hips on yours.

You were quite taken back, his hips pace was something you were wondering if he has his dick wet a few times or he has this speed that you were looking for; nevertheless it had you moaning his name as his tip kept nudging. You rolled your hips each time he pulls away, leaving the tip then slamming back inside, “Fu-fuck Sannie— that’s so good! Right there!”

San’s hand crept down towards your clit, circling them rapidly and increasing the pleasure and the coil on your stomach, “You like that? You dirty dirty girl.” San stops circling his fingers around your clit and let you bend over your motorcycle as his hips snaps swiftly, placing the hem of his scrubs between his teeth as his hands knead the flesh of your hips then to your plump ass, spreading them as he watch his dick disappear inside your hole; a ring of your slick making him moan in his scrubs.

“Shit shit!” You cursed, lewd noises echoing the silent parking lot increase the arousal on your stomach, the fire of desire as San rapidly ram himself until you feel your thighs shake, “I’m g-gonna cum!” San drops the cloth and bent over to your ear, “Then make yourself a mess on my dick baby.” 

That it all took before you had a long string of ‘fuck’ leaving your lips as your orgasm washed over you, eyes fluterring close hips moving to chase your high. You felt San’s hand clasp around your hips and his broken moans reach your ears, “I don’t care if you’re on the pill or not but me? Get you knocked up? It’s been a fantasy of mine.”

His seeds spurted your walls, bucking a deeper part of your pussy. His hips halted as he let every drop of his cum stay inside you before pulling out, a whine left your lips but soon replaced by a yelp as San smacked your ass in his palm before placing your panties and your pants back on, “It’s cold and besides …” You turn around, he brushes hair away from your sweaty face, “I don’t want you wasting what we work hard on.”

Your cheeks flared, “You must have thought of this ‘fantasy of yours for a while now eh?” San shakes his head, a smile on his lips; securing his boxers and scrub pants back on before leaning on your motorcycle, shrugging, “Maybe but I should have taken you on a date first before I knock you up.”

You whine, smacking his arms, “Stop using that term.” San’s head threw back as he laughed at your reddened face, you groaned turning your head to the side. He stops laughing little by little before sighing, grabbing your hand; pulling you between his legs, “But it’s true. I had it all planned and there’s a step by step to it … but it looks like I skipped a step.”

You look at him, pouty lips, “a lot you mean.” He chuckles heartedly, grabbing your cheeks in his large palms, caressing them, “Okay a lot but it doesn’t mean I ain’t gonna take care of you. Let me praise you, love you, worship you and let me do those things because it is my duty to make you feel special and I want you to feel you are the only girl in this damn world. You’re my girl.”

You were left speechless and San saw in your eyes the appreciation, pulling you in his arms, “I’ll kiss you after our fourth date.”

“Why not now? You already got me knocked up and we are not even on our first date.” He chuckles and this is one of the reasons why he likes you; nonchalant or straightforward. He nodded, “Okay.” He pulls you in near his warmth, his lips landing gently on yours. He took the lead to make you feel special, make you feel the most important person to him.

[marleyybluu]

Scream

Spooky Diaz x f!reader

Word count: 821

Content Warning(s): 18+, smut out the ass, mask kinks, p in v, little bit of porn, little bit of plot, Spooky's big fucking arms, I picture spooky hella tatted, the reader is not race-coded, reader speaks and understands Spanish, no one is pulling out (I seriously have a problem), backshots anyone? mirror sex anyone?, I'm toasted rn so sorry for the mistakes, lmk if i missed any or if i forgot to tag you

A/N: if yall know me well enough, you know what kind of state of mind I'm in 🍃and I just thought I'd write a little quickie since Halloween is next week and I don't think I've ever written anything in regard to Halloween so here we are.

(not mine, got it off Pinterest. i could koala cuddle those arms fuuuuck)

It started off as a joke. You'd become influenced by the amount of Ghost face masks you'd seen on TikTok, girls buying their boyfriends the infamous Ghost face mask so that they could put it on and pretend to be the killer from the movie, a few even accessorized with a fake knife and the women always seemed to get off on the idea. It was weird to you, at first, but then you became curious about what he would look like with the mask on. Maybe you'd open up a new kink for yourself, or maybe not but it was worth a try. 

So you went to Spirit Halloween and travelled over to the mask section where only two of the Scream masks were hanging. It seemed like you weren't the only inquisitive one. You bought some other things to decorate the porch with and headed back home. You called out to your boyfriend saying you needed a favour. He sprints into the living room where he sees your hands behind your back and that smirk on your face, you were up to no good. 

You present him with the mask and he chuckles shaking his head. You tell him that you want to know what he'd look like in it, but you don't want to see him try it on in front of you, you want him to walk into the room like the videos you'd seen. You hand him the mask and trot upstairs and into your shared bedroom where you sit patiently on the bed. 

It took a few minutes but you'd finally heard the creaking of the stairs, your heart raced with anticipation and a familiar tingle in your fingers and toes. All over your body really. He emerges from the dark hallway into your dimly lit room and leans against the door frame. Your breath gets caught in your throat, and your thighs squeeze together. He had upped it a bit by removing his shirt and all he had on was a grey wifebeater and sweats to match. His arms were so big and his chest was so large, his broad shoulders adding to the attraction and his scattered tattoos were a bonus. 

You blink and before you know it those clothes, accompanied by your own, have been disregarded and scattered all over the floor. And somehow, here you were, face shoved into the mattress and back arched professionally. His enormous hands gripped your waist as he pulled you into his thrusts making you feel every inch, every vein that was prominent on his shaft. You whine, fingers gripping the sheets for dear life as he pounded you, the bed shaking and creaking to match his rhythm. 

"Look up, mi amor, this what you wanted right?" He mocked, you raise your head with the little bit of strength you had and looked up at the mirror across from the end of your bed, you bite your lip, the sight was something out of Twitter porn. The mask, his arms, the grip he had on your flesh, the way your ass recoils every time it collides with his pelvis-- Oh it was almost magical. "Fuck! That feels so fucking good." You whimper, your toes curl and you feel another orgasm approaching, only the gods in heaven knew what number this one was. You cried as you felt your hands, with a mind of their own, move from their position as you tried to crawl away from him, it was too much, the sheets were damn near soaked and sticky. 

Spooky caught on and pulled you back. "¿Adónde vas, cariño? Hm? Can't take it?"

You gasp as he draws you close to him, his strong arms hooked around your waist, your back pressed against his chest. "Oh, fuck, fuck,fuck!" Was all you could get out before your walls squeezed him, your head in the cloud and your vision completely fucked out. Your head falls back on his shoulder while he continues to slam into you, his own high slowly creeping over him. He takes off the mask and kisses your neck, licking and sucking enough to leave his mark. 

"You want me to come for you, bebita?" He grunts hotly in your ear, you moan and nod as an answer. Usually, he would tell you to use your words but considering your current sex-dazed state, he'd leave it alone for today. He buries his dick deep, his throbbing erection painting your walls making them extra sticky. You smile drunkenly when he affectionately nudges the back of your shoulder with his nose. "You always feel so fucking good, baby, I fucking swear." He praises, now kissing your skin. "Te amo." You manage to squeak out. 

He chuckles. "Te amo, mamita." 

He playfully smacks your ass before easing his way out of you, you fall on to the bed and sigh, completely and utterly satisfied. 

Thank god for TikTok trends.

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see you in the next one. peace and love 🤙🏾

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[pretty-little-mind33]

Tom Ryder x fem!reader

Summary: Tom makes stupid stupid decisions.

Prompt: "Shut up. It's not like you can say anything other than my name, anyways."

Warnings: taking drugs (cocaine), please don't read if drugs/using drugs makes you uncomfortable in any way! It isn't descriptive but always take care of yourselves and your mental health first and foremost 🫶 !!

TOM RYDER MASTERLIST

BLURB MASTERLIST

Being Tom Ryder's girlfriend is fun. He is fun. He has all the money in the world and an enormous ego to match. Usually, this means he's generous with his money—at least with you —but that also means he's irresponsible and spends a shit ton of dollars on stupid things. 

Stupid things like drugs. 

"Are you fuckin' shitting me right now, Tom?" you hiss, raising your hands in exasperation as you glare at him. "Seriously?!"

Tom sits on his couch, looking scolded with fresh coke sprinkled across his fancy glass coffee table in front of him. He sniffs his nose and runs a hand underneath it, glaring right back at you. 

"What are you, my mommy? Give it up."

"I'll fucking smack you, Tom Ryder," you growl and brush the remaining coke away from the table with your palm, spreading it on the carpet and rendering it unusable. This causes Tom to whine about the wasted money and try and grab your arm. You shove him away from you with a scandalized expression. 

"Don't touch me!"

"C'mon, baby," he whines again, the drugs already causing him to act loosely. You shake your head and push past him, storming up to your shared bedroom.

You feel stupid and alone. He'd promised you he would quit. You've never felt like such a fool.

Tom's sloppy footsteps are obvious as he rushes upstairs after you. He stumbles into the room and sees you lying on your stomach, your arms wrapped around the pillow. The bed dips when he sits next to you and his hand comes to pet your hair. 

"My darling," he slurs and sniffles again, "I'm sorry. Y/n," he says, his mind turning fuzzy. "Y/n, Y/n, please, Y/n."

"Oh, shut up, it's not like you can say anything other than my name, anyways," you snap at him, catching him off guard by the harshness in your tone. 

"Oh yeah?" Tom flips you over, caging you in as he hovers over you. 

You turn your head and shut your eyes. "Don't kiss me when you're like this. I'm pissed at you."

Even in his fuzzy state, he listens and sighs. "I'm sorry you're mad at me." Whatever amount of the drug he has taken is now making him feel tired as he slumps next to you, burying his face in the sheets as he hums. You watch him from the corner of your eye, sensing his distress. You know what he's like and as much as you don't want to provide him with any form of comfort now, you can't exactly help yourself.

You roll your eyes and scoot over, pulling him into you as you hold him and kiss his forehead. 

"I hate you, you dumbass," you whisper and soothe your hand over his muscled arm. 

"I love you," Tom whispers back, feeling content if not currently becoming high as hell.

tags: @tansgirlfriend, @earth-elemental18

[thecouchsofa]

2023 ao3 wrapped / fic review / whatever else I'm putting here

@oflights, the human, the myth, the legend, has made me go look at my stats and now you have to look at them too. Tagging @jtimu @elskanellis @sillywives @sleepstxtic @maesterchill @peachydreamxx @hoko-onchi-writes @starquestingfordrarry @rainstormradish @apricitydays-lazynights @annanother-thing @uncannycerulean @drarrymyheart @mallstars so they can also feel this sweet, sweet pain (if they want).

First up, some stats!

Fics posted: 7 public, 1 currently hidden, 1 awaiting submission date + 3 tumblr microfics

Fics started (and maybe finished): 18 + 3 tumblr microfics

Word count of fics posted: 414,013

Total word count written: 513,953

Sorry, but what the actual fuck do you mean I've written over 500k words since April? Put me in restraints, truly.

My favourite fic I wrote this year: The Brightest Constellations of Our Souls

My most kudos'd fic of this year: Driving me crazy (but I'm into it)

I've also read, like, a fucking horrendous amount of fics this year. More than I think I read back when I was deep in the One Direction trenches as a teen. Getting back into writing has given me a fresh appreciation for everyone's work; it's so fucking hard to write well and everyone who puts themselves out there and does that gets an online hug from me.

After Erised reveals I'll be posting a ridiculously long list of my favourite fics that were posted in 2023. It is ... exhaustive. I should probably be embarrassed by how long it is.

But without further ado, a recap of my fics from this year.

May

Driving me crazy (but I'm into it) (8k, E) (Draco/Harry)

Draco’s fucked a lot of people. He’s fucked models, Quidditch players, members of the Wizengamot, even a Muggle actor, but none of them come quite as prettily as Harry Potter.

September

A Walk in the Woods (48k, E) (Draco/Harry)

After ending up in the Spell Damage Ward at St Mungo’s, Harry is put on mandatory holiday leave.

The catch: he has to spend it with Malfoy at his cottage deep in the woods. Harry has no idea why Malfoy agreed to host him, considering he avoided ever being alone in a room with Harry before he left for his sabbatical a year ago.

To complicate things, Harry’s enormous longstanding crush hasn’t waned at all in Malfoy’s absence.

For: HP Cottagecore Fest

The Brightest Constellations of Our Souls (256k, E) (Draco/Harry)

Harry doesn’t know how to cope after the War. The only things that make him feel even remotely normal again are taking risks while flying and fighting with Malfoy. It’s not likely to end well.

Or,

Draco becomes obsessed with ‘Wonderwall’, reads Muggle books, and drives a campervan, while Harry slowly falls in love with Draco. A story about travelling around the British Isles in the late 90s while healing deep scars.

October

Capillaries (3.6k, M) (Draco/Harry)

Draco’s Sectumsempra scars have never fully healed. He says that it’s not Harry’s fault, that he doesn’t blame him for it. Harry hears him, but he’s not sure that he believes it.

Evergreen (23k, T) (Harry/George)

“You’d better hurry up, mate, or all the good ones will have gone.” Fred leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest, clearly thinking that he’d now exceeded his allowance of brotherly wisdom for the day.

“Who are you going with then?” Harry asked suddenly. He looked between Fred and George, a thoughtful expression on his face.

Harry asks George to the Yule Ball because it’ll be a laugh and he’s in dire need of one of those. If George can continue to keep his crush under wraps it should all go swimmingly.

For: HP Rarepair Fest IV

Celestial (paint me like one of your starscapes) (30k, E) (Draco/Harry)

Draco needs a partner for an art project. The only catch is, they have to be magically compatible with him for the paints to work properly. He’s fairly certain that he knows who his partner will need to be, he’s just not sure that he wants to admit it.

For: H/D Sudsfest Lite 2023

November

November Flush (5k, E) (Draco/Harry)

Draco Malfoy might be an absolute raging arsehole, but he gives Harry exactly what he needs.

Microfics (all Draco/Harry)

From one to another, for the prompt 'follow': tumblr link

Til resentment do us part, for the prompt 'keep': tumblr link

Satiate, for the prompt 'indulge': tumblr link

Thoughts / feeling / goals for next year

Pride, slight embarrassment, love, appreciation.

For the coming year I'm excited to get stuck into writing even more. I've got so many ideas that I'm excited to work through and a fantastic community to do that with. I will need to be bullied into not signing up for more fests in the new year, so please give me a nudge if my blogging starts to look stressed. Also never be nervous to send me a message about random shit if you're on the fence!

If you have read this far, have read even a single sentence I've written this year, or have thought my Squirtle pic looks cool, I love you, I appreciate you, and I support you.

The motto for 2024? Bedcurtains. One word, not two.

Thanks for being here! ❤️

[avochele]

I don't understand but I love you.

Request: TNX's reaction to you speaking in your native language - @dangerousmoonkitten

Pairing: TNX x gn!reader

Warning: none (please tell me if there are any, so I can add them)

Tags: fluff

note: i'm sorry for letting you guys wait for so long for an update. i'm in my finals right now and didn't really feel motivated to write. i hope you like it and don't always take life too seriously you guys.

STREAM FUEGO

Taehun

The both of you are invited to your cousins birthday. So it was no surprise that at some point you started speaking in your native language with your family. Taehun was amazed by the speed with what you started translating for him. At one point he stopped listening to your translations by how much he was admiring you. You teased him about it later.

Kyungjun

You were talking to one of your friends over the phone, when he heard you. He was confused at first because he didn't know if you were speaking in english or in your native language. You were in fact speaking both. You were sitting in the kitchen while he was laying on the couch with his laptop in front of him. So in order to be able to listen to you he turned his music on his headphones down. He loved listening to you speaking in your native language.

Hyunsoo

Your date had been crushed by your mom asking if you could babysit your babysister. So now the two of you were sitting on the floor, trying to entertain a toddler. At some point you had switched to your native language to talk to your sister. Since then Hyunsoo has been sitting on the floor with a toy in his hand just looking at you with sparkling eyes. You excused yourself for a second to get you something to drink. „Your pretty“ he suddenly hears in broken korean from your sister. He smiles at her. His date didn't get ruined at all.

Junhyeok

You were watching a series in your native language and you just couldn't get over how oblivious the main character was. You talked to your friend about it before, and now you started recording a voice message to said friend with Junhyeok listening in on it. You were talking fast and he had no clue what you were talking about. But he knew that it was the prettiest thing he had ever heard. (Next to your laugh and voice in general.) „What?“ you asked as you finished, you had caught him starring. „Nothing.“ he says. Little did you know his heart was racing.

Hwi

Your grandparents had invited you to dinner, forcing you to bring your boyfriend with you. So now you were sitting at the table with an enormous amount of food infront of you. Your grandpa had started to talk to Hwi in a very broken Korean, leaving you to talk to your grandma. As the hours passed Hwi started to listen to your conversation. He understood not even half of it but just listening to you made his day better. He made a mental note to learn your language later.

Sungjun

Being bilingual isn't easy sometimes and Sungjun completely understood that. But when you just started talking to him in your native language he didn't quite know what to do. So he just let you talk. Even though he didn't understand a word. He was always fascinated at how well you spoke both languages. “It would be great if you could say everything one more time in korean.“ You stopped smiling. You swear you saw him on Duolingo a few days later.

[paperstorm]

Forgive me but I need to get this out of my chest 🙏

Tarlos is two halfs.Tarlos is tk AND carlos not just tk. I'm sorry but I'm so tired of seeing/reading how much carlos worship sweet baby bean tk (affectionate I love that boy) over and over again yet absolutely nothing about the depth of tks feelings for carlos...to the point where people start doubting his love for him.

im not saying don't love tk more or talk about him( because I adore him and talk about him non stop too) but not everything must be about him if you get what I mean.

Please don't get me wrong I'm not hating on you or anyone in this fandom it's just that I believe carlos deserves a least a quarter of the importance tk gets in this fandom and I just think it'd be nice to remaind people from time to time that carlos is loved exactly the same way and amount of his love for tk😊🫶🌹

I don't ever really know what to say about asks like this. You specifically aren't doing anything wrong but this is a take that just confuses me because I genuinely don't see it. I don't know, I guess I follow good people, but I don't see people loving TK more or doubting that Carlos deserves love.

Carlos is my favorite character. I have been in my feelings about this beautiful man every single day for a full year, at this point. I just adore this kind-hearted, sensitive, anxious, brave, loving man, with his past hurts and his enormous heart and all the love that he has to give and the tragedy of all those years he spent resigned to the fact that he'd never be loved in return and the beauty in the fact that tomorrow he's getting married to someone who loves every single inch of him. I talk about loving him literally every day, either here in tags or posts or to my unfortunate BFFs who I text way way too much about his smile and his eyes and his heart and his patience and his hurt and his courage. So I just ... don't know what to say. I don't know who these people are, who aren't loving Carlos as much as he deserves to be loved. But it's not me, and it's not anyone I interact with, so I can't really fix this problem.

[troutfur]

🌊River - Theories for the new series (or SE!)

(Ask game here! Continue sending them in, I'll be here all week.)

OK! Here's my Official predictions for A Starless Clan. Bookmark this so we can check back in in like 2 years and see just how wrong or right I was.

Nightheart and Sunbeam will explode and it will be glorious

More of a hope than a prediction because I can see them staying together, unfortunately, but with the way their relationship is developing I fail to see how that's a more interesting path than them falling out. Their relationship is built on an unsteady ground of wallowing in their self pity and finding comfort in each other in hopes it solves all their issues rather than going out and confronting them.

I've said before I ship them but it's in the same way I could be considered to "ship" all those ships I suggested on the secret half-sibling reveal prompt I submitted to the Warrior Cats Rarepair Collection. I do care on some level about the romantic chemistry of the characters involved and I don't want to read about an entirely bad romance. But the main event is not the relationship, it's the moment it all breaks down and we see the emotional fallout.

Tigerstar done fucked up big time

Leaving aside the morality of interventionist politics like this, I don't see an universe in which this was a good move politically. Like, I get the guy's intentions even if I think he should really learn to take no for an answer. But with dissent among his clan brewing and governing over a population not only sure to resent foreign rule but carrying generational trauma regarding the last Tigerstar...

Like, even if Berryheart doesn't use this as an opportunity to pull some shenanigans and RiverClan remains well behaved, this whole operation's explicit goal is to strengthen a faction on the border. You can NOT tell me this doesn't end with a rebuilt RiverClan being a constant thorn on ShadowClan's side. It simply wasn't politically very wise.

The trauma conga line just doesn't stop for poor Frostpaw

We all see it coming don't we? Girlie needs a rest already but she's been cursed to live in interesting times. For her sake I'm half hoping she bails on the medicine cat position. My only concern in that situation would be Mothwing either ascending to leadership or also falling dead. In which case I can see a very reluctant Frostpaw doing her best to try and refuse continuing.

I know people hate the trend of medicine cats never wanting the job but look. It's kinda fucked up that kids as young as equivalent age 12 get to decide to swear themselves to celibacy is it not? And it's specially fucked up StarClan constantly pressures them into it.

I for one have enormous amounts of sympathy for them and even very personal empathy as someone. I used to be so devoutly Catholic my family was only half-joking about me growing up to become a priest. I know if I could've decided about it at that age I would've made the worst decision of my life.

Graypaw and Mistpaw are not becoming fully developed characters

I'm holding out hope and celebrating every crumb we get because I'm the sibling dynamics guy and I need to have things to hold on to. But being realistic for a second I'm not seeing this one. It was a damn miracle they showed as much as they did in Sky, and I think my luck may be running thin. I think fanworks will have to do it for me. Very recently I noticed the Frostpaw & Graypaw & Mistpaw tag got canonized on Ao3 and I'll read those meager two fanfics there are about them and maybe I'll write some of my own. My realistic hope at this point is that the Erins give me something to work with.

The murder mystery is going to be solved very stupidly

Sorry for being a downer about this, fellas, but so far I can't piece out a sensible way for this one to resolve and I'm getting a feeling the writing team is winging it. I could still be proven wrong, perhaps the next books are going to reveal information that will make it click. But if by the fourth one the solution still eludes me as much, I think I'll have to give up any hopes it will resolve satisfactorily.

[sexcromancy]

what's the deal with john darnielle /gen

ah I figured I would one day get this kind of ask bc I do vague post about it a lot. and sorry if I made anyone paranoid w that I'm only ever like. exorcising my own feelings. that being said, what I'm gonna describe is completely my own experience, I have no expectation or desire for this to become any sort of call out or whatever. I'm making this post unrebloggable for that reason.

in September of 2018 a tumblr user who has since deactivated (and who I did not know personally or follow) made this post in which they described a long and difficult interpersonal relationship they'd had with jd, in which the op felt manipulated and uncomfortable. you can't access the read more bc they op deactivated, but there's someone in the reblogs who reposted the entirety of what was under the cut. there's also a lot of people being nasty to op in the replies and reblogs. I have no interest in relitigating the discourse that followed. tmg tumblr was, at the time, comparatively tiny, but it got pretty ugly on twitter and reddit. I did not follow all of that. I know other fans talked about similar experiences (also detailed in reblogs I think).

entirely separately, I had just been through one of the hardest seasons of my life, and in fact, on the day I read this post, I had just torn my acl. I also had concert tickets for a tmg show the upcoming weekend. I cried for a long time after reading that post (also bc my leg hurt) and I had absolutely no idea how to feel. I had been a tmg fan for 7+ years at that point; like many other fans, their songs were hugely emotionally important to me and helped me get through a lot. and I felt the kind of intense parasocial connection to jd that op described as the origin point of their relationship, which scared me a lot. I have been through many phases of grief over this, and I spent a longgggggg time in straight up anger, at jd for the way he treated these fans, at myself for getting caught up in what I could now see was an extreme fan mentality, at the music for still meaning an enormous amount to me. I'm not gonna call tmg fandom (at the time) a cult, but I do think there is/was a kind of cult worship mentality surrounding the music and especially jd, which is also tied up with his own experiences with christianity and religion, and just generally this belief that the music can save our lives. he often says we saved our own lives, he was just the soundtrack. in my own journey with suicidality I've found that the rhetoric of having saved my life (past tense) actually positions me to fall even further the next time. I also went through a period of questioning the masochistic relationship i had with a lot of the songs that are about being a monster/being unforgivable/not deserving existence. those are just some of the many evolutions of my grief I've experienced over the past 5 years.

its all really messy and gnarly and big to me, and I have no way of knowing if i would've come to these conclusions if I'd never seen that post. a lot of tmg songs still mean a lot to me and I think they will forever. mostly I think the whole thing was a catalyst for me thinking differently about my relationship to the music and jd as a figure, and that thinking has been through many subsequent evolutions which can to some extent be tracked backwards through my tmg tag. thanks for asking, and again, I have no expectation that anyone else will change their position based on my experience.

[altschmerzes]

Hello angel !!! I hope you are well !!! How are you ??

FINALLY managed to leave a comment on your absolutely beautiful episode tag but just a warning that it is a COMPLETE MESS bc the fic left me a mess ok so i am v sorry about that

ALSO I JUST GOT YOUR COMMENT ON SUGAR-HEART-TARTT AND WAAAAAAAAAAA rereading and rereading and rereading and rereading it

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hey hey hey!!! BIG rain today and the start of passover tonight so it's been a good day for me (rain enjoyer). had a WILD time with the new episode too, and finished rewatching s1 with the friend who's watching the show with me for the first time on our weekly tv date, so it's been an interesting couple of days! it's also coming up hot on finals season so i'm employing 'term paper protocol' which is forcing myself to write the enormous papers i have due in uhhhhh five days [sweats] by alternating between working on them and fic in timed chunks. which is maybe more than you were asking but!! that's the update on ME these days.

and no your comment was PERFECT it was LOVELY and it hit on so many specific little things that i was hoping somebody would pick up on. it's an unmitigated delight.

which, speaking of an unmitigated delight, that fic! THAT FIC!!! i LOVED it, it was such a wonderful combination of incredibly sweet and Hurting My Feelings which is my favourite combo in various amounts and balances XD. and i was right - the 'take the compliment' thing has been swirling around in my head all dang day.

lovely lovely to hear from you <3

[i-also-miss-our-talks]

Do you have one in blue? ~ Tree Bros

In which the computer lab scene happens, but it’s Pastel!Connor and Emo!Evan created by @softmushie. I got really carried away by this so I apologize profusely. It was actually kinda hard to write? But yeah. I really hope you enjoy it and I really adore your AU and all of your artwork/animatics!

Also! Two A.M. cotton candy party headcannon was made by @volarfinch! Thank you for the beautiful idea that will forever be one of the best headcannons ever!

WC: 1,455

Warning: Swearing, Panic attack, Implied suicidal intentions

Masterlist

Part 2

Part Three

Also it’s midnight here and I really should be in bed (but sleep is for the weak) so sorry about the horrible writing! Okay. I’m done. Go read.

“So, what happened to your arm?”

Evan turned towards the sound of the voice and nearly had to squint at the sight. Through all the holographic hair clips and shining, colored streaks of hair, Evan somehow managed to figure out that the source was none other than Connor Murphy, the kid he pushed earlier that day. He scoffed and unconsciously scratched at the small amount of skin above his cast but beneath his elbow. “I fell out of a fucking tree,” Evan mumbled.

“You fell out of a tree?” Connor repeated. “That’s the saddest thing I’ve ever heard. I’m so sorry.”

Evan rolled his eyes. “Why are you sorry? It’s not like you pushed me out of the tree.”

Connor stood uncomfortable, shifting his weight from foot-to-foot. He gripped the paper in his hand a bit more tightly. “I see, uh, no one’s signed your cast.”

“Yeah. I know,” Evan said, tossing his bag over his shoulder. Why couldn’t Connor take the hint that he wasn’t one to make conversation with? Just let him grab his paper off the printer and leave for his next class. The sooner he got this school day over with, the sooner he could get into his moms medicine cabinet.

“Well, I’ll sign it,” Connor smiled, tucking a strand of pastel pink hair behind his ear.

“Oh.” How was Evan supposed to react to that? Connor—the kid who’s constantly picked on for his love of bright and colorful things. The kid who Evan had pushed earlier that day because he was so mad at some stupid offhand comment about his own looks that he had to take it out on someone else. The kid who just so happened to be the older brother of Zoe Murphy, Evan’s crush—wanted to sign his cast. “You don’t, um, you don’t have to.”

Connor shrugged. “You have a sharpie?” Evan dug into his coat pocket and pulled out the black sharpie his mom had gave him that morning. Connor grimaced at the marker. “Do you have one in blue?”

Evan frowned. “No I don’t have one in fucking blue.”

The taller boy smiled and set the paper he was holding down on the desk beside him. He swung his backpack off his shoulders, unzipped it, and pulled out his cotton candy covered pencil case. “I think Zoe gave mine back to me,” Connor said as he looked through the small case. Evan could see that the pencil case was filled with dozens of different colored sharpies. Some of the caps had small teeth marks from when Connor held them in his mouth while he was using the marker.

“Here it is!” Connor smiled and uncapped it. He carefully grabbed Evan’s cast and, in big, bold letters, spelled out “CONNOR” with a small smiley face at the end.

Evan raised an eyebrow at the size of the name. “Oh. Wow. Thanks?”

“Don’t mention it,” Connor said as he packed up his things. He gasped and grabbed the paper off the desk, handing it to the emo boy. “Here. I found this on the printer. I think it belongs to you? ‘Dear Evan Hansen,’ that’s you, right?”

Evan snatched the paper from his hands and stuffed it into his pocket. “Yeah. It’s just, um, it’s a shitty letter, paper I had to write for the, um, a class,” Evan managed to get out. He felt his palms start to sweat. Shit! Not here, not now! Please!

“Hey, are you okay?” Connor asked, putting a hand on Evan’s shoulder. “You look like you’re about to pass out.”

Evan pushed him away and stumbled out of the computer lab. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Why did you have to have a panic attack now? And for some shitty reason, non the less! Connor hadn’t even read the whole letter! Probably? He did see it was my name. Shit. He read it, didn’t he? These thoughts ran through Evans head as he headed for the second floor boys bathroom. It was almost always empty which was great because Evan could go there when his panic attacks set in. He stomped inside and went to the back stall, stuffing himself into the back corner and tucking his legs into his chest.

He was so focused on leaving that he didn’t remember to close the bathroom door.

“Evan? I don’t really know what’s going on, but I don’t think I’m supposed to just leave you here alone,” Connor said as he entered the small bathroom. He closed the door and went to the back stall, kneeling in front of the slightly shaking boy. “What do you need me to do?”

Evan couldn’t answer. He couldn’t talk. Heck, he couldn’t even move his mouth. He just sat there shivering, trying to control his breathing.

Connor pulled off his multicolored vest and tossed it over Evan’s shoulders. “I know you already have a jacket on, but you were still shivering so this might help,” he explained.

Connor bit his lip as he watched the emo boy take big, gulping breaths. An idea popped into his mind. Connor went into his bag and pulled out his cotton candy pencil case once again, grabbing a purple sharpie from inside. He gently grabbed Evan’s cast and set it in his lap. “Hey, try this, okay?” Connor drew a small square on the underside of the cast. “When I trace the line up, breath in. But don’t let go until I trace the line going down, okay?”

Evan silently nodded, squinting through newly-forming tears to watch Connors square. He followed Connors instructions and was surprised at how well it helped to control his breathing. After 43 fully completed squares, Evan was breathing normally again. He was surprised when he heard his own voice thank Connor for helping him.

Connor smiled and capped the marker. “Don’t mention it. Again.” He put the sharpie away and pulled out a light green one. He started to draw a small vine with leaves on his forearm.

Evan watched, entranced by the calming stroke of Connor’s sharpie. He felt like a complete fool when he said, “can you draw that on my cast?”

Connor stared at Evan for a few seconds before breaking out into a giant grin. “Of course!”

The rest of the school day was spent hiding in the second floor bathroom. When the bell rang indicating school was over, Evan’s cast was covered in pastel colored flowers, sweets, different shapes, and even a mini self portrait of himself. Evan gathered his things and gave Connor his vest back. He was ready to go home and…oh. Right. His moms medicine cabinet. Evan forgot about that. At least today was a good day to end on, right?

“Do you want me to bring you pink or blue cotton candy?”

Evan looked at Connor with questioning eyes. “What do you mean?”

“Zoe and I are gonna have a two a.m. cotton candy party and I was wondering if you’d want me to bring you some tomorrow?” Connor explained, putting away his things and standing up.

“Why would you want to bring me some?” Evan asked and walked out of the bathroom, the pastel boy in tow.

“Because you’re my friend!” Connor said happily. “So, pink or blue?”

Evan shrugged. “Surprise me.”

“Okay. Yeah. Sounds good.” Connor spotted Zoe in the crowded hallway. “I’ve gotta go. But I’ll see you tomorrow, Evan!” With one last smile, Connor walked away from Evan and towards his sister.

When Evan got home that afternoon, he tossed his bag on the couch and made a beeline for his moms bathroom. She wouldn’t be home till late that night which left Evan with more than enough time to do what he needed to do. He opened Heidi’s medicine cabinet and scanned the contents quickly before finding what he needed; his moms sleeping pills. Unfortunately, the few Xanax Evan had left wouldn’t be enough to do the job. So these pills would be doing the honors.

As Evan reached for the pills, he couldn’t help but notice he used his broken arm. Of course, the first thing that caught his eye was the giant “CONNOR” on it. That’s right. Connor was bringing him cotton candy tomorrow. Evan didn’t know if he was getting pink or blue. With a sigh, Evan closed the cabinet and shuffled back into the living room. He plopped onto the couch and flicked on the tv, playing whatever show just happened to be on there.

Evan would have to wait on those pills for another day. After all, he just had to know what colored cotton candy his friend was giving him. Who wouldn’t want to know something like that?

[runnning-outof-time]

Keep Me Close | Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: yes by @badgerdryad

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: As a maid at Arrow House, (Y/N) has many tasks that she has to complete. She never thought that one of those tasks would be to calm Charles Shelby down after he's had a bad dream. Nor did she expect to catch the attention of her boss because of how she completed that task.

Warnings: talks of a nightmare centered around kidnapping

Word Count: 3051

A/N: thank you for being so paitent and waiting for this story. I hope it’s what you expected. I just adore little Charlie so much. Enjoy! :)

Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in stories similar to this one!

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Arrow House was always much different after the sun went down. The already enormous house felt even larger, its halls felt even colder, and some would even swear that shadows lurked at the end of each corridor. But to (Y/N), Arrow House at night felt peaceful. It's when she felt that she was able to get her work done at its best.

She was in the room that was designated for laundry, making sure that all of the clothing was folded perfectly and up to the par of her boss. Humming a song to herself, she barely heard the whimpering of a child until it was coming from the room's doorway.

When she turned around, she found Charlie Shelby standing in the doorway with an expression that was a mixture between sadness and fear on his face. "Charles?" she asked, blinking a few times as she tried to decipher whether he was actually standing there or not. "Charles, what's wrong?" she asked him a question when he didn't dissipate after her blinking finished.

"I...I...I had a bad d-dream," he stammered through his tears, a deep frown present on his face.

"Oh no," (Y/N) stated as she set down the shirt she had in her hands so that she could move over to where the boy was standing, "I'm so sorry to hear that, buddy. Do you need help going back to sleep?" she asked him as she crouched down to get on his level.

He shook his head profusely, the fear returning to his features, "no. No, I don't want to go back to sleep. He always comes back when I sleep," he told her, his statement rushed and frantic.

"Ok, ok. That's fine," (Y/N) spoke in a calm voice, hoping to be able to soothe his worries, "what if I come into your room with you?" she then suggested another plan. It had to be the middle of the night at this point, so it wouldn't be good for him to stay up until the morning. But at the same time it was evident that he didn't want to be by himself.

"You'd do that?" he asked in a soft voice, surprised that she was offering up such a thing.

"Of course I would," she sent him a friendly smile, showing him that she was more than willing to accompany him to his bedroom. She watched as the smallest smile formed on his face. "How about we go back to your bedroom now?" she suggested, watching Charlie nod before she stood up and extended her hand to him. He took it and then they walked down the hallway to the room at the end of it.

Charlie's bedroom had to be moved down to the first level of the house when it became known that he sleep-walked at times. Tommy made this choice after he found out the hard way that his son did this. A broken vase and a screaming child surely frazzled his nerves...the boy's entire bedroom was moved down into the same hallway that held his father's office, so that he could be stopped if he sleep-walked again.

"Your room is very nice, Charles," (Y/N) commented as the two entered the room. She was able to see the great amount of toys from the dim light that the lamp sitting on the bedside table was producing.

"Thank you," the little boy responded through his sniffles as he moved over to the bed and climbed up onto it.

"Would you like me to sit with you?" she asked him then, wanting to make sure that he was comfortable with it before she went forward with doing so.

"Yes," Charlie answered, nodding his head as he grabbed his stuffed rabbit toy. He then moved over in his bed so that (Y/N) was able to sit on the side of it. She smiled at him before she sat down, making sure that he still had enough space to lay comfortablely.

Within seconds, he was cuddled up against her sitting figure, his hands gripping tightly onto her forearm as he tried to make himself feel safe. "Do you know what helps me when I have bad dreams?" (Y/N) started, thinking of a possible way to get him to calm down, "when I talk about the dream, it helps me to see that it wasn't real...that it was all in my head."

Charlie nodded along with what (Y/N) was saying, the frown still evident on his face. She felt so bad for him...whatever his nightmare was about, it must've been terrible.

"Do you want to tell me?" she asked him softly after a few moments had passed. Charlie nodded again in response, and (Y/N) smiled at him, showing him that he could begin speaking whenever he felt comfortable.

"In my dream, there's a man. And he's taken me from my family...he takes me and he brings me somewhere far away. And he keeps me there. I'm screaming and screaming but nobody hears me," he began to explain, his words breaking (Y/N)'s heart.

"And what happens then?" she asked him to continue.

"I'm in the dark room and it's quiet, and then the door opens. I always wake up before I see who is at the door," he told her how the nightmare ended, his eyes wide as he looked up at her.

"Maybe it was your dad who was at the door. Maybe he had found you and was coming to save you," (Y/N) tried to make light of the ambiguous ending, hoping that it would give the child some solace.

"But...but what if it isn't my dad? What if it's the man who took me?" he asked, fear still evident in his eyes, "I don't want it to be the man who took me."

"Then don't let it be," she answered his fear-filled question with confidence, "make the person in the doorway be your dad. Make it so that he is coming to save you and make sure that you're safe."

"Ok," Charlie nodded his head, his grip slightly relaxing on (Y/N)'s arm.

"Does that make you feel less afraid?" she asked him then, curious if his feelings had shifted at all.

"Mmhmm," he responded as he nodded again, a more content look on his face now.

"That's good," (Y/N) smiled at him, happy that she could help him get out of his state of fear.

"Will you still be in here with me and keep me close to you while I fall asleep?" he asked another question, moving on from the previous topic.

"Of course I will," she assured him, "I will stay in here until you fall back asleep."

"Thank you," Charlie smiled at her, calming down even more now as he found out that he wouldn't be left alone right away.

"You're welcome, Charlie," she smiled at him. "Would you like me to sing you a song that my mum used to sing to me when I had trouble falling asleep?" she then asked him, making a suggestion to help him slip back into sleep faster.

"Yes, please," Charlie replied with a slight nod as he cuddled in closer to her side.

"It's called Le Vie en rose, and whenever I sing it to myself, I feel happy and at peace," she told him before taking a deep breath and starting to sing the song in a soft voice.

She only managed to get to the end of the song's second verse when she looked down to see that Charlie was now sleeping. His hold on her forearm had relaxed completely, and how he was hugging his stuffed animal instead. Deciding that she didn't need to sing any more, she slowly slipped off of the bed, making sure that she didn't wake him up. She smiled at his peacefully sleeping figure before she moved quietly to the door of the bedroom. What was waiting for her at the door made her slap a hand over her mouth so that she wouldn't wake the boy up with her sudden scream.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Shelby, I didn't see you there," she said after the initial shock had subsided.

"Is Charles ok?" he asked, glancing behind her at the child sleeping in his bed.

"He's ok now. He had a nightmare. I was in the laundry room when he came to the door, crying. I figured I'd bring him in and try to get him back to sleep myself since you were busy with work," she explained to him why she'd been in his son's room.

"I heard him crying and figured it was another nightmare. What I didn't expect was to hear singing coming from his room afterwards," Tommy stated, his words not holding any hint of anger.

"I was singing him a song my mother used to sing to me when I was a child. It always helps to calm me down when I am scared or unable to go to sleep," she told him, "I really should have come to get you sir, I just..."

"No, you did the right thing," Tommy stopped her from finishing the sentence, "thank you for making sure that he was able to go back to sleep."

"You're welcome, Mr. Shelby," she smiled at him, proud of her decision to help the child. It wasn't everyday that her boss handed out compliments like this.

"You can be finished for the night. It's late anyway, go to bed," he told her, and she nodded, thanking him before he moved out of the way so that she could leave the hallway and head to her bedroom.

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"Go on, son, ask her what you wanted to," (Y/N) heard Tommy's voice coming from the door to the room that she was cleaning.

She then heard the sound of light footsteps coming from behind her, making her turn around to see Charlie approaching her. "Hi, Charles," she greeted him with a smile before glancing up at his father, who was leaning against the doorway, "what can I do for you?" she asked, her eyes back on the child.

"Hi (Y/N)," he chirped, a smile on his face.

"You address her as Ms. (Y/N), Charlie," Tommy cut in before the boy was able to say another word.

"Sorry...Ms. (Y/N)..." he trailed off with a bashful look on his face before he mustered up the confidence to continue, "I wanted to ask you if you'd like to come out and ride horses with my daddy and I?" he then asked her, his look turning to one of hopefulness.

"I'd like that, Charlie," she smiled at the child, "but I've got chores I need to finish first," she gave him her answer, a slight frown on her face as she turned the child's idea down.

"You can have the day off," Tommy interjected from behind the boy, making (Y/N) look over at him with a look of surprise on her face.

"Really?" she checked to make sure she heard correctly. A smile formed on her face as she saw him nod his head. "In that case, I'd love to come ride horses with you, Charles," she changed her answer, her statement making the boy squeal with joy.

"Yay!" he exclaimed before he turned and rushed past his father, leaving Tommy and (Y/N) behind.

"Are you sure, Mr. Shelby?" (Y/N) asked as she walked over to him.

"Yes," he nodded his head definitively, "he's been talking about asking you to come ride with us since he woke up this morning," he added, a slight smile on his face.

"Well I feel honored to have been given the opportunity," she smiled at him as he stepped out of the doorway to allow her to pass him. "Oh, and Mr. Shelby..." she trailed off then, not yet moving from in front of him. He raised his eyebrows slightly, his nonverbal way of telling her to continue, "you can tell Charles that 'Miss' is fine when addressing me...I've no one waiting for me back home," she informed him, a polite smile on her face. Tommy only nodded at the information before he allowed her to walk past him.

"You ever ridden a horse before?" he asked as they exited the house and began walking its grounds.

"I have," (Y/N) answered, turning slightly to look at him, "my family used to have one...before we lost everything," she explained, her voice softening slightly. She hated talking about her family's misfortune, but it was the very reason why she was working at Arrow House. Every piece of money she earned, she sent it home to her family.

"I figured you did...saw how you'd always watch them in the fields," he stated, his words making (Y/N) blush slightly.

"You've noticed my daydreaming then, haven't you?" she asked, feeling slightly guilty for being caught. She couldn't help it when she'd be in rooms with a beautiful view of the stables. It was hard not to stop for a few moments and admire the magnificent beasts as they grazed about.

"There's nothing wrong with it," Tommy shrugged her statement off, a slight smile on his face.

"Come on, dad!" they then heard Charlie calling from the doors of the stables, "they're already saddled and everything!"

"Come on," Tommy said softly to (Y/N), waving her on towards the stables. (Y/N) smiled and picked up her pace so that she wouldn't get left behind.

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After spending most of the day riding across the expansive grounds of Arrow House, the three returned to the stables. (Y/N) had never been on a more well-behaved horse, and she couldn’t stop her heart from swelling as she watched Tommy ride with Charlie on the saddle in front of him. It was so refreshing to see this whole new side of her boss, and it felt really intimate…like she shouldn’t have been witnessing it. She truly felt honored to have been asked to join them.

“My legs are tired, dad,” Charlie complained. He had good reason to though…(Y/N)’s legs felt close to numb from spending several hours in the saddle. She could only imagine what the four year old was feeling.

“Come here, son,” Tommy told him after he’d finished returning the two horses to their respective stables. Charlie limped over to his dad then, who lifted him into his arms once he got close enough. “I’ll carry you in,” he told the boy, who smiled before dropping his head to his father’s shoulder.

“Thank you for allowing me to come with you today, Mr. Shelby,” (Y/N) offered her gratitude once he and Charlie had come over to where she was standing. She was unsure if she should have returned to the house the second they returned, so she just stayed in her spot. “You really have a beautiful property.”

“It was nice to have someone along with us this time. We don’t get very many people over these days,” Tommy said then. (Y/N) couldn’t help but feel a tinge of sadness at his words. It was no secret to anyone that the Shelby family had had a rather large falling out. (Y/N) was happy that she wasn’t there to witness it like most of the other staff were. She’d been told that it was rather brutal.

“I’d be happy to join again anytime,” she told him with a smile, “if you’d let me that is,” she backtracked after remembering her place in the house, her cheeks heating up at how forward she just was with her boss.

“I think Charlie here would like that…wouldn’t you?” Tommy answered, glancing down at his son, who nodded his head as best he could with it against his father’s shoulder.

“That means the world to me,” (Y/N) smiled at the little boy, her heart swelling at the acceptance.

“Would you like to come eat dinner with us, Miss (Y/L/N)?” Tommy asked then, catching her completely by surprise.

“Oh my…that’s very nice of you to ask me, but I’m afraid that would be improper, Mr. Shelby,” she turned him down despite wanting to accept his offer. She could already hear the gossip of the other workers in the house…the things they would say if they saw a young maid sitting at their boss’ table.

“Screw being proper, I insist. You’ve most likely already missed your allotted eating time anyway, and that was on account of me,” Tommy brushed off her answer, “and please, call me Tommy from now on, yeah?” he added.

(Y/N) was unsure of how to feel or respond to his statement. She was confused by how she went from just another maid on the staff to spending time and having dinner with her boss and his son. It all seemed so sudden, but also so natural. She didn’t get the feeling of being unequal to Tommy while spending time with him today. He felt like he was a friend of hers, and they were catching up after being apart for some time. It certainly didn’t feel like he’d invited her out for the day to wait on him and make sure that his every need was met. She felt like she was free from her normal duties.

“Can you eat with us, please, Miss (Y/N)?” Charlie’s voice brought (Y/N) out of her thoughts, and when she focused on the boy, she saw that he had a pout on his face.

A smile formed on (Y/N)’s face as she finally gave her answer, “how can I ever say no to you, Charles?” she jokingly asked, making the boy smile widely after hearing her answer. “Thank you, Tommy,” she said softly to the boy’s father, her heart swelling once more when he sent her a smile in response.

The three then made their way back to the house, and shared a rather lovely dinner. What (Y/N) didn’t know at the time was that that dinner would be the first of many that she would share with Tommy and his son.

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Tagged: @mgcllovdrms @the-anxious-youth @cloudofdisney @look-at-the-soul @golden-hoax @elenavampire21 @peaky-cillian @mrsalwayswrite @julkaamazing @evita-shelby @lilyrachelcassidy @notyour-valentine @easilyobessedbutflighty @shelbydelrey @december16-1991 @onlydeadcells @peakyswritings @just-a-blackhole @watercolorskyy @strayrockette @peakyduchesss @alexxavicry @captivatedbycillianmurphy @yummycastiel @dark-academia-slut @tommystargirl @stevie75 @lyarr24 @signorellisantichrist @zablife @anotherblinder @midnightmagpiemama @cillmequick @rangerelik

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[tedturneriscrazy]

Ngl that post and your tags about amphib got me steaming lmao but as someone who agrees ofc, cause like I get that its always been insanely hard as hell to have lgbt rep in animation, esp disney, but the fact that amphiba got to have a slight amount of lgbt rep and a fully fledged 3 seasons with like maybe 1 or 2 mishaps, and a book on the way, and constant promo vids from disney as well as those chibi shorts and regular shorts, and yet mat braly told t0h fans not to think about what could have been for a full t0h s3 is what gets to me. Like the cancelation and blatant dislike from disney took an enormous toll on Dana to the point she had to take multiple breaks. Like people don't tend to realize how lucky amphiba is, not just as a show with albeit minor lgbt rep, but as a modern cartoon in general. Even non lgbt shows got more shit than amph has.

Sorry. That tweet from him tho just like, actually upsets me. And the fact that Rebecca Sugar, who was on His show, got about as much shit for SU from cn as toh is getting, really gets me.

I haven't seen anything about Matt Braly tweeting anything like that about TOH, but if he's telling fans not to dwell on what could have been, that does strike me as rather tone deaf, especially considering he was able to more or less make the show he wanted with full and continued support from Disney.

Anyway, my main issue is that the Amphibia fandom gives far too much credit to the show in general for queer rep, when in reality every single instance of said rep could be removed from the show without materially affecting the overall plot or structure. A few pride flags and a lesbian couple tossed in at the end, while not nothing, do not meaningfully compare to the importance and presence of queerness in other kids' shows (TOH, Steven Universe, She Ra, etc).

I'm not saying that Amphibia necessarily should have done more in that regard, since substantial queer rep was never a priority like it was for the other shows I mentioned, nor do I believe it had to be. I just keep seeing it being put on the same level of importance as those other shows when it comes to queer rep, and frankly I'm quite sick of it.

[storm-in-a-tea-cup0]

An ask game!!!! I missed these!! (Actually tumblr in general) Thanks @coulson-is-an-avenger!!!

1- Why did you choose your url?

Oooh, I think I have answered this before so I will summarize the long story. My URL is a senior # that describes me. I needed one for the yearbook and when I asked my friends who were over for my 18th birthday, one of them said "Storm in a Tea Cup" cuz your hair is silver, you bark like a thunder and you're always sipping tea while giving life the judgy gaze over the cup rim. There you go.

2- Any side blogs?

Oh boy. Hm, I actually do have one, yes. @vere-anima-mea It's actually Kaia Lani's Tumblr that I created for the aesthetic of a single RP 🤣 the best thing tho is, it has a single post about a pagan ritual that every now and then is reblogged by witchy blogs and I feel...so great whenever that happens?? Cuz I did research a lot on a library to make that post?? Anyway, I think I will keep using that blog but like a diary of sorts. Or something else because the URL speaks to hidden depths of my soul.

3- How long have you been on tumblr?

Hm... Since the bored peeps started to be cryptic about their future RPs here so...late 2018/early 2019?

4- Do you have a queue tag?

Nope. I have a ginormous queue line tho. I really mean ginormous, no joke.

5- Why did you start your blog in the first place?

To get the crumbles my friends would sprinkle in their blogs about their writing.

6- Why did you choose your icon/pfp?

Because that picrew is by far the one that represents what I think me in my inner mind looks like the most. She is...me but wilder, natural. She has green hair tips and a messy haircut that she tries to contain with a hairband, dorky glasses, is always smirking like she is telling you "heh, you wish" and attracts loafy birbs cuz she is a Disney Princess.

7- Why did you choose your header?

Oh, that's easy. Cuz I'm gay. Two gals holding hands in a flower field cuz they ain't straight. It helps that one of them, the one holding the hat, is a brunette like me so I guess I saw myself in it and it made me...at peace. Hopeful. Happy.

8-What’s your post with the most notes?

Don't think this applies cuz I am pretty sure any of my posts about the bored community will have the same amount of likes from my friends so.

9- How many mutuals do you have?

Listen, I am a grandma when it comes to technology so is there even a way to check this? Idk.

10- How many followers do you have?

82!!! How.

11- How many people do you follow?

153 blogs!!! Less than on IG, gotta correct that.

12- Have you ever made a shitpost?

Had to google the actual meaning of this to make sure but I don't think so. I rarely even make posts.

13- How often do you use Tumblr each day?

I don't. Currently can't even say I use it weekly, quiçá multiple times a day.

14- Did you have a fight/argument with another blog once?

Nope. Never. I'm pro-peace always and forever. Literally. That's what I study at uni. Plus I am lazy. Fighting requires enormous amounts of energy and this girl has no time for that shite.

15- How do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts?

Hah. No. Big dislike. Have enough of people ordering my do's and don't IRL to allow that in virtual life aussi. Don't gimme that crap.

16- Do you like tag games?

Absolutely!!!!! I love all sorts of games with friends, to be honest!

17- Do you like ask games?

Refer to the previous answer. But addendum cuz just that is boring. These make me feel loved. Idk how to explain, it just feels...really really warm when friends ask about me. Even small little things.

18-Which of your mutuals do you think is Tumblr famous?

Moss, no doubt. They have art! Writing up on AO3! Yeah, them.

19- Do you have a crush on a mutual?

I do, yes. I'm at the acceptance stage of that crush but I feel like I will resume to the "giddy" stage whenever I think about this and them, this is so bad. As all my friends who are aware of this said, I'm way too deep already 😅 Sorry crush, you're most likely annoyed at this already. You can sigh and virtually punch me, I'll take it.

Hmm, I'll be tagging... @avatar-the-last-chicken-nugget (i am truly curious about the url but not foward enough to just send you a message, yes. Sorry. Also, Hi!!) @beneath-the-willow-tree @babyitsacrime @cloverywands @thepinkcatlady and anyone else who wants!!

[badsongpetey]

I posted 39 times in 2021

28 posts created (72%)

11 posts reblogged (28%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 0.4 posts.

I added 143 tags in 2021

#trollhunters - 26 posts

#toa trollhunters - 24 posts

#tales of arcadia - 24 posts

#toa - 20 posts

#toa fanart - 12 posts

#jim lake jr - 11 posts

#toby domzalski - 8 posts

#tobes - 6 posts

#fanart - 6 posts

#toa fanfic - 6 posts

Longest Tag: 65 characters

#probably because i'm also a bundle of nerves and half-baked ideas

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

Poor Walter might be the subject of Jim's ire in the scene I'm doing for my fic. I also may never be done, this is taking forever.

175 notes • Posted 2021-11-21 02:58:25 GMT

#4

troll boy angst

222 notes • Posted 2021-11-18 22:15:08 GMT

#3

Tobes wip. So I have this headcanon on Toby that he’s descended from Vikings, hence his natural gravitation toward war hammers. In his senior year, he, like Eli, has a massive growth spurt and shoots up to 5’10”. He’s never going to be a lean guy which is fine by him cuz he loves Jim’s cooking*, but cuz of his Trollhunters training he puts on a ton of muscle and is this big friendly bear of a guy (sorta a human Aaarrrgghh). Basically moves a little closer to the Rock than to a human meatball. Also, he may be a little bit Barley from Onward, cuz he’s adorbs.

*Even when he’s a troll, Jim never stops cooking. It’s his love language.

228 notes • Posted 2021-10-29 07:53:36 GMT

#2

18 yo Jim and Toby (I know, I know, I gave Jim 5 fingers, but look, I haven’t drawn much in FOREVER, and hands are hella hard. I need a reference. Also, apparently half-trolls and hobbits have the same feet, who knew.)

Because y’all seem to enjoy my hc as much as I do, I gave Toby his bff, and you get bonus storytime about them (sorry for the long post):

Toby’s growth spurt happens so fast, that he decides not to tell Jim (who’s in NJ). Mostly because Toby loves some good drama and being the center of attention.

The day comes when Toby’s supposed to go meet Jim out in NJ. They’re going to meet up in a clearing in the forest near where the trolls have set up. As soon as the sun sets, Jim races to the meeting spot, super excited and eager to see the best friend who he’s missed so much. Phone calls are okay, but lately Toby’s just been pointing his camera up at the ceiling and the most Jim ever sees is a closeup of an eyeball.

Jim gets to the clearing and waits impatiently. Finally he hears someone coming out of the forest across the grassy expanse. He smiles broadly, not even trying to play it cool, when a large man (well, large for a human) walks out of the trees.

Jim panics, this is all he needs, some rando out for a hike discovers that trolls exist, and quickly moves to retreat into the safely of the trees. He stops when an oddly familiar voice says, “Hey Jimbo! Where ya going? I just got here.”

Jim spins to see the stranger approaching, he’s grinning wide around a complete mouthful of braces, green eyes twinkling mischievously.

“Toby??!!”

Toby laughs.

Jim approaches him slowly, waiting to see how this is a trick, but Toby just keeps being this extra large version of Toby.

“Holy. Crap.” Jim circles him, mouth agape, just repeating, “holy crap” over and over. Toby laughs some more and is clearly enjoying Jim’s amazement an enormous amount.

After Jim’s third or fourth trip around, Toby spreads his arms wide, “So what’dya think buddy?”

Jim huffs out a long breath and leans back on his heels, “I think I now know how you felt when I first became a troll.”

“Hey! I’m way better looking than that!” Toby feigns insult.

“Oh, that’s it, now it’s personal.” Jim rushes forward and before Toby can do anything, grabs him up in a big bear hug. Despite the fact that Jim is more than strong enough to lift his friend, he grunts, “Oof, man, you’re heavy.”

“All muscle baby.”

Jim laughs and squeezes Toby. “I missed you giant Tobes.”

“Missed you too, Jimbo.” Toby squeezes right back.

260 notes • Posted 2021-11-07 05:49:40 GMT

#1

Expanding my previous wip - 18 yo Tobes hamming it up. 

So in case you didn’t see my previous post, cuz why would you: My headcanon is Toby’s descended from Vikings, and grows to 5’10” during senior year. 

Expanded hc: Coach Lawrence tries to get Toby on the wrestling team, but it conflicts with Geology Club and Mistrial and Error, so he’s having none of it. With Jim and Claire away a lot, and Aja and Eli off-world, Toby and Steve go on bro adventures fighting monsters, like the Winchesters except without all the family drama.

426 notes • Posted 2021-11-01 11:00:41 GMT

Get your Tumblr 2021 Year in Review →

There are no surprises here because I've been on Tumblr for 6 1/2 weeks, and I haven't had a chance to forget about anything yet lol. So maybe this is my month in review? Honestly, I thought it was longer, you all have been awesome, I've had a blast so far.

[empresskaze]

Apparently I never posted this here. Back story on how River and Colin met. (Or I did post it and can't find it due to tumblrs stupid tag search)

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Knowing Me, Knowing You

River stood outside Cedar Towers staring up at the vast luxury apartment complex. This had to be wrong, he must have gotten the address wrong but checking, rechecking and looking a third time, the clerk was in the right place.

Eyes widening behind his glasses he approached the etched glasses entry, a doorman holding it open for him.

Once again checking the address River proceeded to the elevator hitting the UP button. A few minutes later one arrived and he stepped in.

He'd answered the ad for a roommate a little over a week ago but surprised at how fast...Colin, that was it, had rung him. After settling schedules since River worked most of the week they finally were meeting up. Exiting the elevator he walked down a few doors to the address Colin had emailed him.

Just as he was about to knock he glanced one last time at the original ad he'd replied to on his phone.

Roommate Wanted: Over 25 please. No pets. Must be quiet. Have own transportation. Deal with eccentricities. Contact Colin.

It wasn't your normal ad needless to say but it was close to his work which sold it for him.

Pocketing his phone he rapped his fist against the door.

A minute later a man a few inches taller than him answered; his black hair had prominent streaks of grey on the sides. He wore a blue collared shirt under a brown sweater. However what struck River was the man's complexion. He was pale, quite pale. Eyes a bit red and puffy, his nose was chapped on either side.

“You must be River.” He said pulling the door open. “Do come in.”

His voice sounded muffled River easily figured his host was suffering from a cold.

“Sorry I'm a bit under the weather at the moment so I won't shake your hand, Colin Fairbanks.” Colin introduced himself with a smile.

“River Cantrell.” River replied taking in the enormous great room. He'd never seen an apartment this big in his life.

“Pleasure meeting you; please sit down.” Colin motioned to his table while wiping his nose with some tissues.

River sat down trying his best not to stare at everything Colin had in his apartment. They were beautiful works of art on the walls, sculptures on the mantel, an intricate chandelier hanging above his head. Whatever Colin did for a living paid well.  Also River noticed an exorbitant amount of tissue boxes collecting in both the living area and the kitchen.

“Thank you for replying promptly to my....” Colin expression slacked, he turned throwing a finger up. Ah’kktshjuh!  Hh’ktschjuh!

“Bless you.” River replied automatically.

Sniffling Colin wiped his nose again. “Thank you. As I was saying, your prompt reply to my ad gave me the impression you don't know who I am.”

River, who'd been admiring the size of the kitchen behind them, focused back on the dark haired man. Confused his brow knitted. “Should I?”

Colin smiled, “Trust me I'm not playing that card.” He paused pulling a few more tissues from the box next to him. “But since you don’t it might effect your decision.”

Completely befuddled at his hosts words River simply shrugged, “I'm pretty easy going so fire away.”

“Very well. Oh can I offer you anything?” Colin put on a pair of glasses before looking up at River.

“I'm fine thanks.” The clerk replied crossing one his ankles together.

“I'm a food critic, I write reviews for restaurants, parties, special events, etcetera, etcetera.” Colin rushed the last part as he cupped his tissues over his face. Heh’etsscheww!

“Bless you again.” River said wondering why Colin hadn't simply called and rescheduled their meeting if he wasn't feeling well.

“Thank you.” River swore he saw Colin’s pale cheeks flush momentarily.

“I work predominantly from this apartment, aside from when I'm attending an event. If you hadn't already noticed I...uh...” Colin shifted in this chair a nervousness suddenly seemed to overtake him. “I don’t have the best health, so I'm not the easiest person to live with.” Gripping his left hand over his right wrist he ran his thumb over it.

“So?” River said nonchalantly. The look Colin shot him quickly made him clarify his statement. “I mean, I'm not trying to downplay whatever you're dealing with.” River sat back raising both hands a bit defensively. “I simply meant it wouldn't bother me.” River wondered if this what Deal with Eccentricities had meant.

The critic held his stare, for a brief moment River was sure he'd lost the apartment deal. About to grab his bag he heard Colin clear his congested throat. “The apartment is yours if you desire. All I ask in return since you work is that if you come in past 10pm you're quiet. I'm a horrendously light sleeper.”  

That wasn't at all what River had expected truthfully for a split second he thought critic decided to mess with him.  However something in Colin’s weary sick smile told River his words were true.

“Wow, thanks.” He stated still a bit shocked how easy he'd landed this plush apartment.

“No thank you River.” Colin said with a soft smile. Maybe it was his imagination but River detected a hint of sadness in the critic’s tone.

Shrugging it off River figured life with the eccentric critic would be interesting no matter what

[neoarchipelago]

Citrus, Cauldron and Gun Powder Chap 1 (John wick x Witch!Reader)

AN: Here’s the first part of my new serie! OMG I really didn’t expect so many people to want to be tagged, it makes me super happy! I hope I won’t disappoint you guys, please leave a comment and tell me how do you feel about it.

Word count:  3948

Warnings: cursing, blood, violence

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The street was empty, just as you had expected it to be. After all it was supposedly closed after a nearby Hotel had a gas leak. The... Continental? Was it? You shrugged it off. At least no one was around and you'd get home faster walking through here. You had your headphones on your ears, music blasting. You had passed through the security all around the street with ease, placing an easy delusion spell on you and you hoped through the street. You weren't afraid of the gas leak. You needed much more than gas to hurt you. The weather was slightly colder than you had thought that day. Your red skirt and white shirt made you feel slightly cold, but you'd be home soon enough, and you'd nest by the fire of your chimney while drinking a hot chocolate. You were still walking through the empty streets. Passing through the hotel in question you froze for a second, the smell of blood hitting you hard. You cursed at your witch's senses for a second before quickly starting to walk again. 

It was odd for the cops to cover human massacre with a simple gas leak. You shrugged it off, it wasn't your business after all. Rule number… you had forgotten the number but clearly you remembered a rule saying that no Witch had to meddle in Human affairs. You had of course not followed this rule very often but you recently tried to stick to it at all cost. It wasn't your business. It didn't matter. Walking past an alley however you froze again. You watched wide eyed, as a pit bull was barking at you. Pulling down the headphones from your ears, letting them lay around your neck, and you snapped your fingers lightly making the music stop. 

"Well where does that one come from?" You whispered to yourself. 

You glanced around again, trying to find a possible explanation. The smell of blood hit your nose again as a gust of wind blew from the alley. You shielded your nose with your hand as you frowned. God, what's going on around here? You watched as the pup turned around and ran into the alley. 

"H-hey!" You tried to call. 

You groaned as you trotted in his path, trying to see where it would lead you. After all, helping an animal was not helping a human right? The smell of blood however was getting stronger and stronger and your gut feeling was telling you this was all a bad idea and going home to crash on your couch was wiser. You kept walking however, finally seeing the dog stop near something. You now cautiously stepped forward, taking your time. With each step the silhouette of a man was becoming more and more defined and you frowned even more at the aggressive amount of blood in the air. You finally reached the man laying on the ground. You glanced at it, taking in his pitiful state as the pit bull laid next to him. 

"That's your master huh? He doesn't look very fit for a walk" you said, kneeling down. 

"Is he even alive?" You whispered to yourself again. 

You raised your hand, letting it hover over the body, just a few inches and closed your eyes taking a deep breath. The aura you perceived was faint, but you took note of the enormous amount of injuries he had. Broken bones, bruises, internal bleeding's. You sighed opening your eyes again. 

"I'm sorry buddy. I can't help you." You said rising up to your feet again. "No meddling into human affairs." You finally said, taking a few steps toward the direction you came from. 

Your mind was rushing over your current dilemma. That man was such in bad shape and it clearly had to do with what was happening inside that hotel. The dog's presence was a mystery to you. You wanted to help him. You really wanted to. Your steps were getting smaller and smaller as you were dying to rush back to that man lying on the concrete. You closed your eyes and bit your lip trying to repeat to yourself the rule you had broken too many times when you froze again. The distinct sound of heels and voices were heard. You could position them at the entrance of the hotel and they were getting nearer. You gasped and turned around. Making up your mind in a second when you heard the woman talk about ' finishing the work if he had managed to survive'. You groaned at your own stupidity as you ran back to the body. You kneeled next to it, placing your hand on his, noticing the lack of a finger, and placed your other hand on the pup's neck. The sound of steps were growing louder and louder and you didn't hesitate, whispering the spell as you vanished, you, the man and the dog, in a turmoil of black, heavy smoke. 

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Teleportation was not what you enjoyed doing the most. Your vision of the world twists and turns around you as it gets swallowed by black smoke and the same process occurs in reverse when arriving to your destination. You wouldn't recommend it to any claustrophobic person. You sighed, taking in the familiar smell of home. You stood in your living room, glancing at the man. 

"What the fuck is wrong with me?" You softly asked yourself. 

The sound of paws were heard as you glanced into the hallway and at the staircase. Neko, your familiar was walking down to you and stopped when he noticed your new companions. 

"What have you done again?" You heard his voice resonating through your brain. The black cat, jumped on the living room table nearby and sat down looking at you. 

"Bullshit. Again." You said out loud, throwing him an annoyed look. 

You heard him chuckle as you sighed. 

"You could have at least transported him on your bed. It's gonna be fun watching you levitate him to your bedroom upstairs." The voice echoed again and you groaned to yourself. 

Today wasn't your day no. You put down your headphones on the coffee table and your backpack on the couch. You sighed, planting your hands on your hips. You looked down at the pup who seemed to have made himself at home already next to the chimney. You rolled your eyes. 

"Of course. I always end up doing all the work…" you once again whispered to yourself. 

With the snap of your fingers, a bright fire lit in the chimney. You then turned to the man, focusing on your intentions carefully. The body slowly lifted from the ground. You kept eye contact as slowly, very slowly, you started to make your way up to your room. 

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You sat down on the bed next to your new patient. You were slightly out of breath, the spell required a lot of focus and he was so big you almost hit his head against a wall a few times. 

"Fuck.me." you cursed. 

You stood up and made your way into the hallway and then downstairs. You could have placed him in another one of the 3 vacant rooms, but yours had already a few necessary things for the healing ritual. Reaching for the kitchen you took hold of a few bowls you could find and brought them upstairs. Neko followed you, his paws making almost no sound at all. You walked into the bedroom and opened the door on the left, leading to the common bathroom. It was pretty big, and a lot of candles and crystals laid around. The bathtub was in the center of the room, and one of the walls was covered in a Wooden shelf that contained many Jars. Those shelves were laying quite a lot around your house, one in the living room, two in the kitchen and the utility room next to the kitchen was just an enormous cupboard for jars, plants, and other questionable items. Looking through the filled jars, some with simple petals others with oils and some with ointments. Some labels were pretty old, you took mental note to clean up some of them and bake a few batches of the necessary potion or oil. 

Finally grabbing two tiny vials, one in deep green, another in plain white and a jars that had a translucent liquid in it, you walked back into the room. You then proceeded to curse at yourself again, for forgetting to fill the bowls you just brought up with water. Walking back into the bathroom, you filled the bowls one by one and disposed them through your bedroom so at least one was in each corner. The ritual was pretty simple. You needed a symbol of each 4 elements. The bowls of water, the candles around the room, the many green plants lying around and a big open window. You sat down next to the man once again eyeing him. 

"He looks dead already." You heard Neko say. 

"I know. Let's hope this works." You whispered, opening the first vial. "That should help the internal bleedings." Softly parting the man's lips, you poured the liquid into his mouth making sure he swallowed it. You opened then the second vial, the smell hitting your nose and making you nauseous. "This one is not so sweet darling." You whispered as you poured the liquid again. This time the man was shaken by coughs, and you threw your hand on his mouth making sure he'd take the potion. "That one's a bitch i know, tastes awful, hurts like hell, but it'll fix your bones." You found yourself almost explaining every little action. Finally you simply took off the lid of the Jar that you had placed on the nightstand next to the bed. A sweet smell of almond filled the room. 

"Oh. Using a potion that evaporates? What is it?" You heard your familiar ask.

"Eve's tears." You simply spoke, getting up to open the window and light the candles. 

"Oh! Powerful painkiller. Extremely hard to brew though.-"

"Yes yes, has less interference with other potions, works much better on humans etc.. we're not at grandma's lessons anymore neko." You interrupted finally ready to start the ritual.

You sat down on the bed, and took off the man's tie, and opened his white bloodied shirt. You placed both of your hands on his chest and took a few deep breaths before once again cursing. 

"I forgot the damn incantation!" You groaned, making Neko laugh hysterically at you. 

You jumped off the bed and ran downstairs, reaching for a door that supposedly led into an office, that you had re-used as a personal library, making the door swing open in soft movement of the hand. You looked around at the shelves filled walls for a particular book where you knew the incantation was. It took a few seconds of scanning the room before finally noticing that specific leather bound book with the silver lettering. You grabbed it and ran back upstairs. Sitting back on the bed, slightly out of breath you repeated your previous actions, this time with the book open at the right page for you to read the incantation. You took a deep breath and started whispering the spell. Soft blue light surrounded you and your patient, and you knew you'd have to keep your focus. You could feel threw your fingertips how the aura changed as the potions, mixed with the spell were slowly doing their work. 

It took a few minutes for you to be finally done. Most of the worst injuries were healed and only a few bruises and cuts remained. You let your eyes roam over the man's face. The way his half long hair fell into his eyes, his beard. You brushed a few strands away from his face. You had to be honest he looked amazing. Even with everything. You softly smiled at him. 

"Don't melt darling." Neko's voice rang, waking you up. 

You looked at the black cat standing by the door. You sighed before standing up and walking back to the bathroom this time to grab simple cotton balls and two jars. One was an oil for the cuts and another and ointment for bruises. Walking back to your room you put down everything on the bed before climbing up as well. You had to now undress him almost entirely. His defined chest looked perfect and you let your fingers softly caress his skin for a second. You shook your head though, making you focus on your task. Getting his shirt and jacket off of him was not an easy task but you managed, throwing them on the ground right after. He looked even more… handsome. You smirked at the thought. Getting down to his pants however you froze. You frowned, and Neko jumped on the bed, curious of your reaction. 

"Oh my… is that a…?" 

"Gun." You interrupted him. "It's a gun." You repeated, taking hold of it. 

You watched it, a simple gun. You looked at the man's face then back at the gun. You didn't even thought that maybe he was dangerous. You sighed putting the gun next to you on the bed..you decided to finish patching him up, but to keep the gun with you, just in case he might be a bit more unpredictable than you thought.

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You were lost in thoughts looking down at your recipe book. Your thoughts going back and forth about the man laying down on the bed upstairs. Neko was on the kitchen counter a few inches away, laying down like a king. You spun around looking back to the stove where a pot was, filled up with something that was softly boiling. The wooden spoon flew through the air, stirring the soup you were making. It'd be almost done and perhaps your sleepy man would wake up soon enough to eat. 

The sound of paws were heard and you watched as the pup walked into the kitchen. 

"You must be hungry too. I got something for you." You said softly. 

You took hold of two bowls who were already full, one with raw meat and the other with grilled steak and a few vegetables.  You gave Neko his plate, before kneeling down and giving the pup the cooked steak. 

"Hope you like it, I don't have dog food, it's homemade." You simply spoke, but the pup was already eating hungrily. You snickered, and froze when a sound was heard. 

Finally, your little man was awake. You turned back to the pot, listening to him walk down the stairs very slowly, probably trying to sneak up on you. You grabbed the wooden spoon, stirring it yourself and cancelling the charms it was under. You weren't about to pretend you were surprised to hear him stir around your house, probably looking for his gun or pocket knife. You smirked again to yourself. You hummed the nice soup, made of many vegetables, meat, and 2 slices of orange. You turned off the stove, grabbing a bowl in the cupboard and filling it up with soup. You placed it on the kitchen counter where the high chairs were and softly cleared your throat finally creating a contact with the man. You heard him froze and almost chuckled, as you folded your arms and leaned unto your side of the kitchen counter. Hearing him walk to you made you smirk again, and finally you watched him appear at the doorway. 

He was highly confused, frowning a bit, he had put back his pants on and bloodied shirt and just stood there. You made a questioning movement of the head, looking in his direction.

"Aaare you going to stand there?" You asked. You were met with no answer at all, and you rolled your eyes. "I made soup, you must-" 

"Who are you? Sorry.. it's just.." he interrupted. 

You nodded your head towards the bowl and turned to grab another one from the cupboard. 

"My name, is (y/n) (y/nl/s). I found you in that alley in a pretty fucked up state. Your dog led me to you. You should thank him." You spoke as you poured yourself a bowl of soup as well. Placing it next to the other one you kept fussing around the kitchen not paying attention to the man. Taking two spoons, grabbing two cups…

"I'm John Wick. Where are my weapons?" The question made you freeze, as you rose your dark gaze to meet his. The tension was electric, like two predators eyeing each other. 

"Kept away. Until I know who you are and make sure you won't do something stupid, like attacking me." You answered in a cold tone, resuming your action. 

"What tells me that you won't attack me?" You heard.

You laughed a bit. You remembered how humans were paranoiacs and how fast they were scared. But fear wasn't exactly what you were getting from the man standing in front of you. You eyes him up and down, your stare lingering on his face for a second, his dark eyes, the small cuts, the warning look. It wasn't fear that made you soften and smile at him. It was the tiredness you could read in him. The healing wasn't completely done yet after all. 

"If I wanted to harm you in anyway I would have done it when you were unconscious. And I wouldn't have wasted a lot of my energy helping you and patching you up." You underlined in a softer tone as you sat down in one of the high chairs ready to eat. 

You started to eat, and it might have taken him a minute to finally move and walk to you. He sat down next to you groaning a bit and stared at the food. You looked up at him. 

"I know it doesn't look very good but you need it, you're recovering." You told him, making him look at you. 

"It's very good thank you." 

"Awww look who's warming up.." you joked nicely, trying to ease up the tension. You succeeded on making the corner of his lip twitch but nothing else. He started to eat at least and you felt a bit relieved. You both ate your dinner in silence, with no words spoken. 

"He's very quiet isn't he?" You heard neko comment. 

You eyed him warningly, making sure he didn't let is slip out loud. When you were both done you cleaned up the bowls and got ready to do the dishes, your back turned to him. It took a few minutes for him to speak but you had felt him scan the room and even you before speaking. 

"I need you to give me my gun." 

You sighed. 

"Don't worry. I don't want to keep it, I'm not a big fan of guns." You said sarcastically. 

You turned to him looking at him in the eyes before sighing. You put down the bowl you were drying and folded your arms again. 

"How are you feeling?" You asked, truly wanting to know how he was. 

"That's something else I want to know." He said as you frowned in confusion. "I fell off a building, and I'm feeling almost too good for the injuries I have." He stood up, trying to intimidate you and walked around the counter, closer to you. "What have you done? Drugged me?". 

He was too close to you and you were starting to feel uncomfortable. You tried to back off but your back hit the sink. 

"I asked the faeries in the backyard for help." You spoke out trying to get away from him. You felt his hand grab your wrist, not roughly but enough to keep you from running. 

"I'm in no mood for jokes. Please." His voice was rough, it seemed you only noticed it at the moment but his voice was raspy and you enjoyed it. 

"I'm in no mood for you at all, please let go." You said just as roughly. Perhaps it wasn't the best idea to fully try to heal him, perhaps you should have gone step by step, but you wanted to get rid of this mess as fast as possible. You still mentally slapped yourself for this situation. "it was just some meds and you were very lucky that's all." You added trying to make him let go. Eventually he did, but still eyed you suspiciously. You rolled your eyes, but still walked towards the utility room. 

However even your senses couldn't have predicted the gun shot that rang through the house, broke the window of the kitchen and passed next to your ear before hitting the wall behind you. You stood in shock mostly from the annoying loud noise but were quickly pulled to the ground behind the counter by John. 

"Are you ok?!" John asked scanning you with his eyes. 

For a second the worry in his eyes made you warm up, and you nodded letting out a shaky breath. You could now hear many people trying to walk into your house. 

"What's going on John?" You asked. 

"They're after me they must have seen me through the bedroom's window." 

"Through the bedroom...window…?" You smirked. 

This was almost hilarious, you couldn't even believe the mess you've put yourself in! Just by helping a human. You were staring at him, his deep obsidian eyes making you slightly loose time. They were determined, rough, but behind all of the anger you could almost notices the amount of pain hidden there. Maybe that was the moment your heart sank and you let him take your hand as he tried to lead you upstairs, avoiding a few more gunshots. You were mostly unfazed by the bullets and the whole... threat, but the loud bangs made you frown and they were seriously starting to annoy you. Before you could even reach the stairs, you fell face to face with one of the men. John pulled you behind him and was ready to lash at him when the dude pulled the trigger. Maybe was it out of pure reflex and you still mentally scold yourself but the protection spell almost cast itself and the bullets hit an invisible wall in front of John before falling to the ground. The guy was shocked and John used it to grab him and throw him to the ground. You watched in awe and almost didn't notice another man drawing near when dog ran in front of you and jumped at him. 

It suddenly brought you back to reality. 

"Neko!!" You yelled running, dashing to the living room, passing next to John who failed to pull your arm. 

You reached the entrance and froze, two men were standing pointing their guns to the couch were a hissing black cat stood. It took a few seconds to lose control and you didn't even feel the usual burn in your eyes as they turned into dark orbs, the air was electric and few knives came whistling threw the air from the kitchen, reaching the two Targets who had been staring in shock. You took a deep breath and blinked a few times, making the energy around back down while you were gaining back control over your magic.

You let yourself fall to the ground and neko ran to you nesting in your arms as you hugged him. Tears stung your eyes, the thought of losing your familiar was unbearable not after losing… everything. You finally glanced back and saw John standing, watching you wide eyed. Your eyes weren't back to normal yet, and you knew what he was thinking already. You were just a monster.  

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