#also forgot that. some people live with their SO and stay in together and TECHNICALLY we have the same answer but it’s not the same yknow

[j-esbian]

ppl reblogging the friday night poll like “i leave the house and am social but i’m not going to ragers so idk if that counts :/“ hello??

[multifanhoe99]

Kinktober Day 15- Vampire

Pairings: Vampire!Yuta x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Pet names (love, darling), biting, blood drinking, mentions of character death, mention of suicide, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, mentions of pain, main character death technically.

=Let me know if I missed any.=

18+ MDNI

PROMPT LIST

MASTERLIST

No one ever said that being a vampire's mate was going to be glamorous but, with him it was. Yuta made every day feel like a whole new adventure. You weren't expecting it to happen either it just did. In fact, when you first met him you had hated him. You thought that he was pompous and arrogant, which in your defence, was the act he and the rest of the NCT clan were putting on to keep people away. You would have stayed away too but, Yuta was drawn to you from the moment you met. Back then you were so annoyed that he wouldn't leave you alone but now, you wished he never had to leave your side.

Yuta was actually very sweet and he'd never hurt anyone who didn't deserve it. The two of you have now been together for years. He was so drawn to you because you were his mate. The reincarnation of someone he had thought he lost centuries ago. He was so happy to have found you again. You were happy to have found the most loving and supportive partner in Yuta. As the years go by though you can't help the feeling of wanting him to turn you. You knew it was a sensitive subject for him because the change was a painful experience and he never wanted to see you in pain. He was also worried that you would not like the life of living as a vampire. What if you hated it so much that you decide to end your immortal life and then he has to wait centuries again for you to reincarnate. Which, in all fairness, is exactly what happened last time.

You knew that this was what you wanted though. You wanted this life with him forever despite having to go through immense pain to do it. Every now and then you would ask him and beg him to turn you and every time he would refuse. You think you were starting to wear him down though. Finally, on the night of your anniversary, you brought up a great point that had him genuinely considering it.

"Yuta," you said, "I know you are worried, especially after the last time but, I want this. I want forever with you and, if you don't turn me at some point I will just grow old and die anyway." He had not thought that far ahead. He was so focused on keeping you from harm and if he was being honest he was trying to keep himself from the heartbreak. Nothing hurts more than losing your mate not even death. He thought he was going to be alone for the rest of his life the pain was so bad that he considered ending himself as well that is, until he met you. He couldn't do it again not when fate gave him a second chance. He never stopped to think about your humanity. He somehow forgot that eventually you would grow old and die anyway. He couldn't have that either. So, he decided that he would finally grant your request. He would turn you and if what happened last time happened again he would not be far to join you in whatever afterlife awaits vampires but, at least he would not have to deal with the pain of losing his mate again.

Luckily, your anniversary was the perfect time to go through with this plan. He had a romantic dinner planned and dessert by the fireplace in his room. You wore the most beautiful dress and he couldn't help but hope that everything went well tonight so that he could spend moments like this with you for the rest of forever.

"My love," Yuta said getting your attention, "I thought about what you said earlier. You're right and I realized that I was so focused on one negative outcome that I didn't think about what would happen if I didn't turn you. I think I am ready and I figured tonight was the perfect night to give you what you've been asking for."

"Really? Are you sure? I would understand if you need more time," you said.

"I am sure. I can't wait another moment to start my forever with you," he said. He leaned in to kiss you. The kiss started off gentle and sweet then, quickly it became more heated. Tongues exploring each other hands roaming. One of his hands on your breast and the other up your dress to knead your ass. You had moved to straddle hip both hands in his hair as your hips ground down into his. He breaks away from your mouth to leave hot kisses down the side of your neck. He then stands able to carry you to the bed as if you weigh nothing. He lays you down and climbs over you.

"Let me help you out of this darling," he says while pulling your dress up and over your head to get you out of it. He groans at the sight of you. No matter how many times he sees you naked he still has to admire every bit of you like it was the first time lest he forget. You knew it'd be a good idea to forego wearing underwear tonight and you were right because tonight Yuta was not going to be a patient lover. So much so that he practically tore his own clothes off at the sight of you.

"Let me just make sure you're properly ready for me my love," he said leaning down to attach his mouth to your folds. Yuta was always good with his tongue but, he was especially good tonight. He was like a man starved and honestly, you are pretty sure he was. You had your hands in his hair gripping tightly when he did something you especially liked.

"Ah, yes," you moaned, "Keep doing that my love and I will cum." At your words, he doubled down his efforts. He wanted to please you now so that you could cum again when he was inside you. The best way to turn your mate is when you cum together. It is not the way it has to be done, technically you just have to drink his blood but, it was always better if you fed from each other while at the height of your peaks. Plus, it distracts slightly from the excruciating pain that follows. It did not take long for him to have you throwing your head back and pulling his hair as you came. The sounds of your moans were music to his ears. When you finally returned to reality he shifted you again so that he was now sitting propped up against the pillows and you were straddling him once again.

"Ride me, my love," he begs, "It'll be easier this way for the both of us." He didn't have to tell you twice. You reached down for his hard cock and lined it up with your entrance. It was soaked with the combination of your cum and his saliva. You sat and eased him in but, you were so wet it was not much of a struggle to get him inside of you quickly. You both moaned as the last few inches slid in and he was perfectly sheathed inside of you. When you were ready you started moving. Bouncing on top of him as fast as you could go. It felt amazing but, apparently, it was not fast enough for Yuta who soon disrupted your rhythm with his own. His superhuman speed was a blessing though. It was feeling so good and you were getting close again. Then he started to slow down.

Before you could complain he said, "Are you ready? We'll cum together and when we do I will bite you and you will need to drink my blood too. I am warning you now the pain afterward when the change starts is unbearable. It will feel like all your blood has turned into molten lava, then you won't be able to breathe, finally, your heart will stop and when you wake up you will feel like you've just been in the desert for months without water."

You appreciated the warning and knew it wouldn't be easy but you were willing to take that chance. You replied, "I am ready."

With your confirmation, he continued his pace from before. One of his hands reached down to play with your clit and the other went up to his own neck to make a long cut on the side for you to feed from him. He was so very close and with all the stimulation so were you.

"On the count of three," Yuta said, "One....two....three...cum for me darling that's it." You both latched onto each other's necks. He bit into yours and that had you coming undone. He came less than a second later the taste of your blood threw him over the edge. You weren't expecting his blood to taste so sweet. After a few seconds you released one another's neck and he laid you down to make you as comfortable as possible.

"I will be right here with you every step of the way, my love," he said, "When you awake, we can officially begin forever together." He kept true to his word. He never left your side throughout the whole experience. When you finally awoke, he was still right there beside you.

"Shall we get dressed and get something to drink darling," he asks.

"Please," you said still managing to smile through the hunger.

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A/N: Holy cow! I don't know about y'all but, this was so hot to me. I have a vampire thing though so it's probably mostly that but, it could also be because it is specifically vampire!Yuta and I am all for it. Let it be known though that if a lovely anon didn't request this I was absolutely going to write Vampire!Hongjoong because yes. So, if you wanna see that let me know and I will absolutely write that up.

[fandomfluffandfuck]

Hey S! My mind is in the gutter again (when is it not?) and I mean after all these years Anthony (Mackie) must’ve walked in on Chris and Sebastian doing the dirty.

So imagine: They’re filming catws and I don’t think that Chris and Sebastian would have told him about their relationship. Yeah, maybe they know that Anthony has his suspicions and they’d be okay with him knowing, but they just haven’t had that talk yet, y know. And Anthony’s a smart man, he already knows, gives them knowing glances (we’ve seen them enough in interviews). But then, they go film on a different location and they stay in hotel rooms. It’s already late, maybe they all went out for drinks after filming and Chris and Sebastian got back earlier to have some fun of their own. When they check in and they go to their room, they don’t open all the doors, because they’re too busy getting each other naked and finding the bed.

Anthony on the other hand also came back, he got the room next door. He does open all the doors and sadly, the hotel forgot to close the door that intertwines the rooms (like for families and or people who want a really big room?) and there right in front of him. Is Sebastian riding the living hell out Chris, moaning at Chris’ dirty talk. Anthony screamed like a 9yo girl (he would never admit it) traumatized by the sight, but happy for his friends.

From that moment on Anthony’s their proud supporter and he will forever tease them about their sex life.

Okay so sorry for that, but I needed to get that out and I really want a better writer (like you, Sir;)) to write this.

For reference, my ask box is no longer open for requests, but this is from before I closed it, so I will be writing for this ask.

Hey! Lmao, fair enough, I fucking feel that shit. I live in the gutter at this point. I do not leave. And as far as poor, poor Anthony having to put up with Chris and Sebastian's shit...

May I interest you in this semi-recent ask answer from Minnie (@musette22) on this exact subject? Because, fuck yeah, you're not the only one thinking about it, lol. Also, though, I will add to that ask answer with another fic rec from Minnie that sort of fits the bill. Depending on how you look at it, haha. Technically Mackie doesn't walk in on them, he's already there when they get started, but still, I love the fic! It's "Intervention" by musette22 on AO3. Highly recommend!

Imagine, yes, though, I will 👀

(This was going to be actual smut, but then I couldn't help myself, and it turned into crack, so, my apologies. But I think I had more fun writing Mackie getting punked, anyway 💀💀)

Anthony has been dragged around on his fair share of film sets and he's been in the middle of fucking nowhere for that shit before. Thank you, no thank you, Hurt Locker, in the middle of the goddamn desert with practical explosions that blew them back onto their asses. Literally.

So, he thinks he's pretty damn lucky to have it nice and cushy this time as far as filming locations go. First in Cali, L.A. babyyy, then Washington D.C., and now Ohio. Sure, Ohio is a fucking abyss in the middle but Cleveland isn't so bad. It's nice. The location, the film budget, and his friends. It's all nice. Chris is a good buddy, Sebastian he hasn't seen much of but he's getting to know more every time he does and they have a scene together, and Scarlet, well, Anthony wants to see a hell of a lot more of Scarlet. Maybe before the movie and press are up he can convince Chris to tell him the secret to working on too many fucking movies with the same person. Yeah, that'd be good. He's gonna do that. That's a good plan.

He's set up good. He's got a good life. And he's had a good fucking night, following Evans around in downtown, club to bar to club to club--who knew Cleveland would have so many places to party, goddamn--after a day of relentless filming.

At some point after tipsy but before outrageously drunk, where Anthony is now, Chris and Sebastian split off from the group and disappeared. Anthony didn't let himself worry about it, they got it covered, and knowing how Chris gets when the lights go down, he was probably just off to a different place with some new friend he made and charmed the pants off of. It's no big deal. Everybody's having a good time.

Everybody was having a good time.

Now, he's been shuttled by taxi back to their newest hotel in their string of hotels over these past months of filming and stumbling into the lobby, falling into the elevator, and toddling toward his room as he shoves his hands in all his pockets, searching for wherever the hell he left that keycard. He's got it somewhere. It's a little hard to find, though, when his world is spinning off its axis and he's warm and loose with liquor. His fingers buzz and feel good, but can't really grab anymore.

It takes Anthony a few minutes, swaying in front of his door, to get into his room, but he does eventually. And, for another few minutes, he thinks that's it. That's all the fanfare for the evening, y'all. No more gaggles of lighting and film crews, no more well-meaning but pestering PAs, no more directors calling cut to confer, pressing their heads together like a two-headed expert, no more crowds of sweaty, writhing bodies, dancing, singing along to music loud enough to make his ears ring, rowdy shouts for "shots, shots, shots!" or cheering calls chug whatever is left in your glass. Just him and his hotel room.

After giving up on finding the lightswitch, Anthony's trying to figure out where the fuck his suitcase got dumped by one of the personal assistants without tripping over it or smacking into it first. Fuck it, he'll settle for just not smacking into the corners or walls, never mind his suitcase. It's fucking fine. He can just strip out of his shoes, socks, and pants, fiddling with his belt and dumb, drunk fingers, rip his shirt off, and he'll be good. The pile of clothes he leaves behind like a shedded snaked skin is sober Anthony's problem. That's a morning issue (just like the pounding headache he knows he'll have, but it's fine, tomorrow's Saturday anyhow).

But, his mission to get naked and fall into his hotel bed, ruining the nicely done sheets, and pass the fuck out is interrupted by two things that filter into his conception of the spinning world at once.

One) Someone is knocking? Hitting? Something? Squeak, squeak, squeak, it happens again and again and again. It's probably someone knocking on his fucking door at whatever ass o'clock it is but why the fuck now. It can't be call time already.

Two) His lights are on. Motion sensors? That, or, he hit a switch as he fell into the wall, slapping his hand out to catch himself. What the fuck.

While Anthony is trying to blearily figure out both of those things that hit him at once like a backhand across the drunk, uncoordinated face it comes to him. The understanding, that is.

Ah. Boom. Figured it out. Easy as shit. He's smart as fuck. There's an open door in his hotel room and Chris and Sebastian are fucking so hard that the bed over there, in that lights-on room, is hitting the wall.

Wait--

There's an open door in his hotel room?

Wait.

Chris and Sebastian are fucking?

They're fucking in his hotel room?

What.

Anthony reels back immediately after having just pushed off the wall in the first place, falling back against the drywall and slapping both hands palm-down onto the wall, needing support while his head spins faster than the world around him. He gawks at what he sees, blinking his blurry eyes hard, trying to figure out if what he's seeing it real.

Unfortunately for him, it is.

There's an open fucking door in his hotel room that leads straight to Chris and Sebastian in their room and Chris and Sebastian are all sorts of tangled up.

There's Chris, lazing back against the headboard of the bed. And there's Sebastian, straddling Chris' lap, his legs quivering, his arms trapped behind his back, caught in one of Chris' hands by the wrist, and his neck arched, head thrown back. Sebastian's bouncing in Chris' lap, moving so fast that he's really just a fucking blur of horny movement.

He's riding Chris hard.

So hard, that that's what the fucking noise is. Squeak. Squeak. Squeak. Their poor bed is screaming out for help under their enthusiasm, the springs squeaking beneath them, so loud they're nearly the same volume as Chris' voice, rumbling smooth and pressed into Sebastian's throat that's blushing bright pink and looks to have been mauled (oh my god, makeup is going to hate them). Sebastian throws himself into that too, not one to be outdone in his performance, and moans, guttural with its depth yet needy and high in pitch, "d-AH!-daddy!"

Anthony's eyes go so fucking wide they probably fucking bulge out of his head.

Oh. my. god.

This is blackmail material.

Anthony takes a single hysterical, terrible, hilarious second to recognize what the fuck he's seeing--the white-boy fuck he's seeing--and then, instantly, lurch forward the handful of steps he has to make it through, off-balance to get to the door. When he's finally close enough, Anthony slaps a hand out, gets it around the door handle, and slams that fucking door shut, sealing their rooms off from one another. Giving everyone the privacy they all desperately need.

Oh my god, he thinks again, dizzy.

Anthony ends up leaning back against the door he's just rushed to shut, needing support before he falls to the floor in a mess of drunken limbs and fucked-up reaction timing. His heart is beating out of his chest, double time with his alcohol-thinned blood rushing faster, faster, faster. It pumps loudly through his ears.

Chuckling in horror and pure hilarity, Anthony reconciles that he's never gonna fucking look either of them in the eyes ever. again.

What the hell.

He can't believe none of the staff thought to or paid enough attention to shut that door! What are the chances of that? That needs to be on the room clean-up checklist! What if there had been a fucking murderer next door? What if his suitcase and shit were dropped and the person next door just walked through a stole it? Also, fuck, he can't believe neither of them told him! Not the staff, but the idiots fucking next door. He's known Chris for, like, forever. Relationships--friends with benefits, serious, or otherwise--are important!

And, hold on, numbers zoom around in his head, too fast for his drunk ass--when did the first Captain America come out? When would that have been filmed then? How long ago was that? Did they start messing around then? It's gotta be right? And if it is, then it's been a good fucking while. Why wasn't he told? He wouldn't go gossiping, Chris knows that. He wouldn't loved to know. He would've cheered Chris on, he's cool, man. They're friends! Tight friends. That asshole, leaving him out of the loop.

Asshole is the wrong fucking insult to think of because then he's seeing the two of them together all over again in his head and hearing the noises Sebastian was making and, ugh, Anthony shakes his head to get rid of it only, leaning more so back up against the slammed-shut door, Anthony can hear them.

They're laughing.

They're laughing, those shameless motherfuckers.

Laughing and probably kissing because the sounds go quiet for a second but then they're back. And then Sebastian's distinctive, uncontrollable giggle that he gets going sometimes when he's tired and loopy and Chris is making dumb, shitty jokes is there. Half that giggle and half-gasping, moaning sounds that make Anthony have no choice but to pound on the door with his fist (which is probably the liquor talking, if he's honest, there are other options), shouting, "I'm gonna call the front desk and file a noise complaint, you loud fuckers! I swear to god! I am!" He's teasing and his voice is slurred from the drinks he had tonight, so there's no real threat, but it's annoying that those dicks (again, wrong fucking word for his mind's eye) don't take him seriously at all.

In fact, to make matters worse, Sebastian has the gall to sass him back through the wall, loud and almost joyful as he verbally sticks his tongue out at him, "m'kaa-ah!-yy! Mmm-hmm! You, you do that!" Reacting sharply, moaning-gasping more, to whatever Chris is doing to him.

Helplessly, Anthony laughs at him, shaking his head.

What is his life?

How did he get here?

Why are these his friends?

At least, for the most part, they do seem to try and keep it down as much as they can after that. No problem, though, Anthony is already planning to spend the time they keep him up workshopping all the embarrassing jokes he can make at their expense tomorrow. He can't wait to see their stupid faces when he knows and prods at them but no one else does. It's gonna be fucking hilarious. He's hilarious. He'll show 'em. Those assholes.

Bonus:

this video of Mackie [indirectly] calling them kinky

and this picture because it's so funny to me

[demonslayedher]

do you have any headcanons for the reincarnations/chapter 205? :D

First off, when I read that chapter I was like... "I can't believe it's over... what a ride... BUT WHAT DID I JUST READ????"

Also, since canon only describes them as "descendants" and "a person who..." and never says "reincarnation" I don't technically think of them that way... although that is hard to do after the Obamitsu promise. My main issue with this is looking backwards; it's simply a matter of preference that I don't like thinking of Tanjiro and Nezuko as reincarnations of Sumiyoshi and Suyako (and I especially prefer to keep Yoriichi and Tanjuro as separate people), because I like the straightforward interpretation of inherited memories as something unique to this world.

So that being said!!

The modern day kids have really grown on me. : D Touko is my favorite. I have written some headcanons for them which I have tucked into fanworks that I'll link below.

--The Kamado family house was given to the Hashibira family, so Aoba still has ties there (although he doesn't live there). This is also why the Kamado boys live in the city. Theory expanded on here.

--If they are indeed reincarnations, then Kotoha was reincarnated as Aoba's mom, but she's a divorcee. Aoba's canonical younger brother has a wilder personality. I had a really nice time playing with Aoba interacting with his mom in this short fic, which also refers to the above theory and has interactions with other characters in the fallout of the blue spider lily failure.

--The Kamado family is so removed from their old charcoal past that they just FORGOT to give the oldest son a charcoal related name

--Touko inherited Zenitsu's wide range of strong emotions and expression. Although the women in their family are known for being nice and sweet, there is always what is called the "Agatsuma Demon Gene." However, it's unclear which great-grandparent this came from. There is no mention of Nezuko as a demon in any of "The Legend of Zenitsu" so Yoshiteru is convinced she was a demure girl who needed to stay out of the sunlight for health reasons. These are referred to in this collection of fanart/doodles of the Chapter 205 cast, as well as in this comic that was drawn before Volume 23 came out, so we were still under the impression that Kanata considered Touko his girlfriend (canonically, he does not, that evil flirt).

--More fun doodles of Touko with Zenitsu's expressions and Yoshiteru with Nezuko's expressions here

--Yoshiteru has Marfan Syndrome.

--This isn't so much a headcanon as an observation, but I love what Iguro being a chef and having a good luck snake emblem says about how he's been freed some his past. So I said that all at the end of this post about snake analysis as it relates to Iguro.

--I just kind love that Kiriya and Yushiro are friends???

--I don't know how I feel about the "they get together every year to do Kagura in the Breath styles" thing that was added later. It just doesn't seem to fit well with everything. First, the need for Breath technique is gone, so if Tanjiro decided to simply not teach the next generation, that would have been a fine statement. After all, they just keep the earrings in a framed box now. Second, it would imply that they all might recognize each other from having met every year. Touko would happily anticipate meeting her favorite gymnast every year, and she and Yoshiteru would both already have met Aoba plenty of times, as would Sumiyoshi, who supposedly only meets him when they are both sulking about being in trouble. Maybe they wouldn't recognize each other out of the context of being in the shrine for Kagura once a year, but those kinds of events usually take all day to set up, conduct, and then have a party afterward with lots of interaction. Plus, who was even around to pass on some of those Breaths??? And what kind of move is Thunderclap and Flash for a full Kagura dance???????? So my headcanon is that Touko has stayed home from it for the last few years, Yoshiteru has mostly just hung out with his distant cousins, Aoba's little brother is the one who has been doing it lately while Aoba has been busy as a student and then career botanist, and the dances are staged throughout the day at different times, so Flower Breath and Insect Breath are never around the same time as Thunder Breath so Yoshiteru never even encountered the girls. Also, the Corp had other survivors!! Maybe they're the ones who have been retaining most of these traditions in place of characters who did not survive to leave descendants!

Well that one turned into a rant. Anywayyyy.

--Reincarnated!?Shinobu is Giichi's babysitter and she finds him overly talkative, because irony is fun. (Also in fanart)

--Reincarnated!?Makomo is Reincarnated!?Urokodaki's granddaughter (also in the same fanart collection)

--Toujurou's dad has trouble keeping students in the kendo dojo, because bringing in KimeGaku elements is fun

--The cops take their coffee really, really sweet; it's totally loaded with sugar

Enjoy the things I linked!! They have more of my thoughts and fun with them!! : D

[sergeantgoggles]

Maycrowzer Headcanons (SFW)

I'll get back to writing prompts eventually. Been a little under the weather lately with an injury that isn't healing, so I made a self-indulgent list of headcanons for my favorite Bad Batch OT3.

TW: Mentions of PTSD, alcohol abuse, anger issues, body dysmorphia, and eating disorders.

Howzer is jealous of Mayday when they first find and rescue him from Tantiss. He’ll never forget the way Crosshair forgot himself and ran into Mayday’s arms amongst the bodies littering the floor of the base. The only greeting he got was an anxious sneer when Crosshair showed up on Teth.

The threesome was Mayday’s idea. He pitches it to Howzer so casually that Howzer thinks he’s joking at first, but when he sees that Mayday is serious, he figures he has nothing left to lose.

None of them expected the outcome, especially Crosshair. No way was his luck so high that he had reconciled and found love with Howzer AND was able to rescue Mayday and be with him, too.

Moving to Pabu just seemed right. Mayday wasn’t willing t fight anymore, and he was determined to keep Crosshair safe. Howzer took some convincing, but ultimately, being where they were was what he wanted.

They build their house close to the beach. It didn’t matter much to Crosshair where they ended up as long as they were together and his brothers and sister were nearby.

Howzer, having initially been trained to be a marine soldier, loves being near the open water.

Mayday, having spent much of the last couple of years in a cold, frozen planet, like having the warmth of the sun and colors of the sunset filtering through their bedroom window.

He also has a garden in the backyard that he tends to daily. His garden becomes the island’s best source of medicinal herbs and vegetables for harvesting and Mayday is very proud of it.

Also, this man is so into Dad Rock. Sometimes he can get Crosshair to loosen up and rock out with him in the living room, but other times Crosshair comes in from shopping to see Mayday and Omega with Hunter’s old bandana wrapped around her head playing a mean air guitar.

Howzer picks up a job as security detail for the island. It makes him feel like he’s still contributing to the rebellion by keeping his loved ones and Pabu safe from the Empire. He’d heard about Tech’s brainwashing and what he did to Pabu while he was under the Empire’s control, and he vows to never let anything like that happen again.

Crosshair spreads out his time doing odd jobs for the people on the island and picks up a whittling hobby. He’ll sit on the beach with his toes in the water and a knife watching the sun move across the sky and make little trinkets out of wood. He’s rather good at it, and most residents of the island have one of his masterpieces in their houses.

But not everything is perfect in paradise.

They all have nightmares. Some of them are easier to get through than others. Sometimes, they’re bad enough that someone needs to be restrained.

The first time it happens, Crosshair clocks Howzer in the face because he thinks Howzer is a Shadow Clone that’s come for him and his family. Howzer understands, but Crosshair apologizes for weeks after the incident.

Mayday develops a drinking problem, which is to say, he gets violent and angry when he’s had too much to drink and has a habit of taking it out on Crosshair and Howzer. Howzer can handle it, but if Mayday starts in on Crosshair, Howzer makes Crosshair leave to stay with one of his brothers until Mayday calms down and sobers up.

It doesn’t happen often. Many times Mayday can have several drinks and be fine and happy or maybe even horny, but when it does happen, Howzer knows they’re in for a long night.

After two years of living the island life together, they make their relationship a marriage. They don’t wear rings. Rings can get lost or ruined or given back. Instead, they get matching tattoos of three planets, one for how they each met one another: Ryloth, Barton IV, and Coruscant. (Technically, Howzer met Mayday on Tantiss, but they collectively agreed that planet has no place in their lives or on their bodies anymore). The three planets all surround one in the center, Pabu.

Mayday has his on his chest, right over his heart, because he’s a romantic sap.

Crosshair has it on his left hip.

Howzer has his on his right calf.

When they’re a little older and the lush, island lifestyle begins to catch up with them, Howzer develops an eating disorder. His physical appearance is important to him, and he’s worked incredibly hard to maintain his physique and proportions, but age can’t help but make him softer around the edges, and he hates it.

He wakes up one morning after a few months of eating only what he needs to and working out endlessly to see himself in the mirror. He’s pleased with what he sees, unable to tell that he isn’t healthy. He’s too thin and looks frail, but he’s finally happy with what he sees in the mirror.

Mayday looks at him that morning, REALLY looks, and he sees what Howzer can’t, but Howzer is smiling in a way that he hasn’t in a short while, and he’s so proud of himself. It breaks Mayday’s heart.

(An intervention occurs, and Mayday and Crosshair do their best to keep reassuring Howzer that he’s not less for enjoying the life that he worked for).

They have family dinners once a week, usually at Hunter and Tech’s place, but sometimes at Wrecker and Shep’s house. Omega and Lyana love to cook for them (with help from Shep and Wrecker, who takes interest in it when he learns just how much you can do with food).

One of Crosshair’s favorite photos is one that Tech sneakily took during one of the festivals on the island of Howzer dancing with Omega and spinning her around. He gives a copy of the photo to her when she confides in them that she’s joining Hera’s fleet in the resistance.

[sirowsky]

--Judgement--

--Part 2--

Description: Marcus' declaration doesn't take him where he might've expected. So, he now has to try again. Marcus Moreno x Original Female Character named Lucy.

Rating: Mature Warnings: Angst, longing, just very strong emotions, Marcus POV. Word Count: 3100 Author's Masterlist

Link to Part 1

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   For a long moment, she merely stares at him. Making him wait, although not deliberately.    She carries so much pain, which makes her cautious, needing to shield her heart as much as she can. Plus, she has every reason not to believe his words, after so much time spent being friends, with not one hint ever given to suggest that he might want more.    But he does, which is why he waits so patiently.

   He doesn’t move, despite how much he wants to pull her into his arms and hold her close where she’ll be safe, and he’ll be able to feel how alive and warm she is.    The memories of her too cold skin and unresponsive, heavy limbs will never leave his mind for as long as he lives, but that’s also why he now appreciates her warmth and restored strength so very much.

   She meets his eyes without faltering, and he tries to show her only how much he cares for her, how important she is and how deep his affection really goes.    But her gaze is still pained. Still so disbelieving. And he doesn’t know what he could possibly say that would help her hear the truth of his words.    He can’t make her believe it. She must come to that realization herself, even if it means that he has to step back for now.

   However, it doesn’t mean that he can’t continue trying.

   “Why don’t we have dinner on Friday,” he suggests, unwilling to let her slip away without committing to seeing him again.

   It’s a bit manipulative, perhaps, but he feels like she might need some help to remember that she can always trust Marcus.    They used to always have dinner together on Fridays, before the attack. It was their time to hang out, the three of them, and he knows that Missy’s been longing to pick it up again. That she misses her terribly.

   “Pizza-night?” she finally asks, confirming that she’s onboard, which makes him smile.

   “Absolutely. Why don’t you come to our house this time?” he offers, because he knows that she’s trying to sell her house and that she hasn’t been staying there for the past year.

   “Sure, that sounds good,” she tries to smile, but it comes out a little wonky.

   “Great. Then I’ll let you get back to work.”

   He smiles as he begins to back away, and seeing that seems to put her at ease somehow, because suddenly her smile turns into a real one, although he feels certain that there’s a smidgeon of relief in it as well.    As if she really needs him to leave right now. A thought which isn’t all that strange, considering what just happened between them, but it still tugs at his heart to see it.

   She needs space. He keeps telling himself that as he heads back to Ops, trying not to let himself consider this a rejection, because it technically wasn’t.    Just give her some space, let her come to it on her terms.    Don’t panic.

   “Hey man, that took forever,” Miracle complains as soon as he steps into the control room again. “So, what’d she say?”

   Marcus just stares dumbly at him, because he’s completely forgotten that he actually did have a reason for bothering Lucy in the first place that morning.    Seeing the confusion on his face, the other Heroic rolls his eyes in annoyance, and for once, it’s a justified gesture.

   “Seriously? You forgot to ask about it?    Damned it, Moreno, you were the one who delayed the briefing to go talk to her!”

   “Yeah, I know, I’m sorry… We’ll make do without it.”

   “Dude-…”

   “Miracle, shut the fuck up!” he cuts him off, a lot more forcibly than he’d intended.

   He rarely cusses, and almost never at people, which everyone at HQ knows, and which is why the entire room is suddenly staring at him with nervously darting eyes.    Marcus is the leader of the team for a number of reasons, but one of them is that his electromagnetic abilities are sensitive enough that he can vibrate molecules apart for short bursts at a time, making him one of the most powerful supers to ever have lived.

   He tries to avoid that level of destruction as much as possible, but when he loses his temper, it can happen against his will.    And everyone at HQ knows that too.

   “I’m sorry…” he says while trying to calm himself, abruptly wondering if maybe he shouldn’t be working right now at all.

   He didn’t think that Lucy’s reaction to his declaration had upset him this much, but clearly, he’s not as serene at heart as he should be for an operation.    Closing his eyes, he puts his hands down on the desk before him, leaning heavily on it while he tries to come to his senses and focus on his job.    Friday is two days away. He has to be able to work until then.

   “Would you please go and ask for the missing data?” he asks Miracle, who can’t help but scoff with irritation.

   “You mean, the same data that you just wasted thirty minutes not getting?”

   “Yes. Please,” Marcus answers between gritted teeth.

   Without another word, his colleague stomps out of the room, and the leader sighs deeply at himself.    It’s gonna be a long two days.

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   He hasn’t seen Missy this excited about anything in quite a while, and it makes him happy to know that she’s looking forward to spending time with one of her oldest friends again. But the man himself is mostly just nervous.    The conversation that Wednesday seems like it happened weeks ago, at this point, and he can’t help but wonder if tonight is simply going to confirm what he’s begun to fear.

   That she might just try to pretend that that conversation never happened.

   She certainly has every time that he’s run into her at work for these two days. And yeah, it’s probably just because she’s being professional, but he can’t keep from worrying that it might be because she’s trying to turn him down easy.    It makes him terribly uneasy, and his daughter can tell. She knows that it’s more than just about having someone over, which doesn’t happen often.

   “Did something happen between you two?” she asks while he’s setting the table, and her tone is more concerned than nosy.

   “Honestly… I don’t know,” he replies, feeling strangely disoriented about the entire subject.

   “How do you mean?” she presses, undoubtedly trying to help him get his thoughts in order before she gets here, but he really doesn’t know how to explain it.

   “Uh… I may have… confessed something to her, but I-…” he starts, but then Missy’s sharp intake of breath cuts him off.

   “You told her, didn’t you?!” she almost squeals. “You told her that you love her.”

   Oddly enough, he’s not at all surprised that she’s picked up on his affection for the woman, what shocks him is hearing how happy it makes her.    He can’t think of anything to say, but he also doesn’t get the chance before she’s suddenly running to the kitchen counter, grabbing a plate and throwing three slices of pizza on it before darting off towards the stairs.

   “Have fun, dad! I’ll be in my room all night with a movie on!” she calls out while she disappears around the corner, leaving him stunned into silence as he dumbly stares at her now redundant cutlery on the table.

   And of course, before he’s even begun to recover, the doorbell rings.

   “God damned it, Missy. You were supposed to be my wing woman…” he mutters under his breath while nervously wiping his hands on the seams that run down the sides of his jeans.

   On the way to get the door, he needlessly fiddles with his hair and tugs on his dark green shirt, even though it’s already smooth.    Get a grip, man. You’ve met her a thousand times before.

   “Hey, come on in,” he greets with a smile once the door falls open.

   And it’s a good thing he started talking before he’d had a chance to really look at her, because once he does, his tongue goes dry.    Not because she’s dressed all fancy, but because she’s wearing a summer dress, something he’s never seen her in before. Not once in over ten years of friendship has he ever seen her in anything but trousers, shorts, or the occasional skirt for a party.

   Her preferences at home are soft leggings and big hoodies, or if it’s too warm for that, shorts and well-worn t-shirts or tank tops.    For a moment, he wonders how he can remember those kinds of details about her, but then she’s inside and he has to remind himself to close the door behind her before he invites her to the kitchen.

   “Uh, have a seat anywhere. Missy ducked out at the last minute, so it’s just the two of us,” he admits, feeling extremely exposed suddenly, so he busies himself with the pizzas that are still sitting on the kitchen counter, allowing him to keep his back to her for a few moments longer.

   “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. I was looking forward to seeing her, it’s been a while,” she says, and her voice is soft and steady, not at all as nervous as his own probably is.

   “I’m sure she won’t mind you poking your head in later,” he suggests, hoping to keep the conversation flowing because that’s likely the only thing that’s gonna keep his nerves in check tonight.

   He brings the plates to the table, having loaded two slices onto each for starters, and before he takes his seat, he goes to the fridge to take out the pitcher of water he put in there earlier.    She doesn’t like soda, or any kind of fizzy drink, preferring water or juice to her meals. If he’d had the time after work, he would’ve made her some lemonade. She loves that.

   “Thank you,” she smiles at his thoughtfulness, before picking up a slice.

   But Marcus is gonna need help to calm his nerves tonight, so he grabs a beer from the fridge too, and then he finally sits down at the rounded little table.

   “How’d it go with the whales today?” she asks, knowing that the team had been sent on an emergency call, to rescue an entire pod of beached north Atlantic right whales, while Marcus had stayed behind, monitoring the mission from Ops.

   “It went well. They were able to save all of them,” he answers, and then tries to think of something to add to keep the conversation flowing, but his head is filled with nothing but the question that she has yet to answer, and he can’t just barrel right in with that one.

   “Oh, good. I’m glad to hear that,” she says between bites, and then seemingly effortlessly jumps to another subject. “Hey, if it’s not too much trouble, I could use your help with something.”

   “Helping you is never trouble, Luce,” he warmly admonishes, knowing that he doesn’t need to remind her of how much she’s helped him over the years.

   “No, I know, it’s just that I also know you’re a busy guy and I don’t w-…”

   “Stop that right now,” he cuts her off, but not harshly. “Just tell me what you need.”

   She cocks her head to the side in an expression which means that she’s amused but annoyed. A look that he’s well familiar with.

   “I need a new car. And I’m too trusting to trust myself not to let a car salesman talk me into buying something that isn’t right for me.”

   “Oh, I can definitely help you with that. Most salesmen get really flustered around Heroics,” he smiles and winks at her, and she huffs a laugh.

   “Don’t we all?”

   She says it softly, but he can hear nervousness in there, and it makes him wonder if perhaps she’s not at all as relaxed about this evening as she’s making it appear.    He could let it pass without remarking on it, but pretending that everything’s fine between them isn’t going to work much longer.    So, he decides to let the fake ease fall away, and let her see how nervous he is at just having her there beside him.

   “Do I make you flustered?” he asks quietly, knowing how loaded that question is, given what he’s already told her about his feelings.

   He just hopes that whatever happens, she’ll leave this house feeling happy.

   “Yes…” she admits, just as quietly, but doesn’t offer anything more, and he can’t leave it like that.

   He has to know.

   “Please, Lucy… Just tell me how you feel. Tell me what you’re thinking. It’s driving me crazy not knowing if I should just let it go, or try harder.    I’ll do whatever you want me to, just tell me what that is?” he pleads, unable to hold back any longer, because he really is losing it.

   She puts her slice back down on the plate then, and like before, in her office, she suddenly won’t look at him. As though she’s ashamed of something, and he can’t fathom what that could possibly be.

   “You’ve been such a good friend to me, Marcus. All these years. I’ve always been able to count on you.    But… that’s not why I called you that night,” she starts, and hearing that surprises him.

   He doesn’t interrupt, though. No matter how much he wants to beg for the answers, for her to just let him know if he should give up and let his heart break into a million pieces and go hide away for the rest of eternity… he simply waits.    Because even now, she needs space. She needs to find the answers on her own and if he pushes, she’ll recoil, and then he might never know.

   “Anyone from HQ would’ve reacted to help me, had I called them. But the only number I could see was yours. And that wasn’t because of the trauma or anything that had happened that night.    You’re always the one I want to call.”

   Trying so hard not to run away with those words, Marcus forcibly reminds himself that she could mean any number of things, that her mind might not at all go in the same direction as his, hearing that.    He freezes in his seat, staring at her bowed head, unknowingly holding his breath through the purgatory that is the waiting game.

   “Every time I’m sad, or angry, or happy… it’s always you I think of. Your company I wish for. And it always has been, from the very first day I met you… when Maribel was still here.”

   The trapped breath falls over his lips in a silent and sort of de-energized huff.    All the nervous energy in his body is suddenly just not there anymore, because in those last five words, she’s changed everything, and he’s now struggling to rethink their entire relationship.

   The first day they’d met had been over three years before his wife had died. Back when Missy was just a baby.    If she’s had romantic feelings towards him from the start, then chances are, she feels undeserving of his affection now, which would explain her shame.    But she’s wrong. So utterly wrong…

   Because she never did anything. She never once did anything inappropriate, before or after Mirabel. Never made him feel uncomfortable, never even hinted that she might like him as more than a friend.    In her infinite kindness, she’s kept every grain of her passion hidden, even when she was broken and had lost hope, trapped in a hospital bed with little chance of making a full recovery.

   She’s locked that part of her heart away so completely that even now, when he is the one asking for it, she can’t bring herself to give him her love.

   “Lucy…” he beckons, reaching for her hand on the table, and she lets him take it, but she doesn’t raise her head. “Look at me, please.”

   When she does, her expression is exactly the same as it was in her office. So filled with pain that it stabs at his chest to see it. Because that pain is her absolute belief in her own inadequacy.    The conviction that she can never be good enough.    And finally, he sees that it was never about the scars. That it’s her entire being that she feels is ugly, all for a forbidden love that she never had any control over.

   “I want your heart. All of it. Set it free and let me have it, and I promise that you will stop feeling like this,” he says, while gently tugging her hand closer.

   He feels her fingers tighten around his, and a moment later, her eyes fill with tears.    It quickly becomes a torrent of them, but he doesn’t ask her to stop. Instead, he rises to his feet and pulls her up into his arms, holding her firmly against his chest while the pain flees through the ducts in her eyes.    And as soon as she begins to still, he pulls back and captures her lips.

   In her surprise, she tries to break away, but he doesn’t allow that, because he can’t let her be ruled by her fears this time.    The only way that she’s going to accept his love, is if he makes her feel it in a way that her mind can’t rationalize or explain away.    So, into that one long kiss, he floods her senses with himself, making her not only feel, but hear, smell and taste only him.

   And it works.

   It takes only seconds before she succumbs, too desperate to feel something good after all these years of longing, yearning for the impossible, to have any hope of keeping those walls up against this torrent of adoration.

   He keeps her mouth too preoccupied with the need to breathe in between kisses throughout that night, for her to have any chance to say it, but she does the next morning.

   “I love you.”

   Three little words. Simple, yet infinitely complicated. And so beautiful.    They’re the first thing he hears as he wakes up with her warm body against his, and it makes him so happy that he wants to dance on the ceiling.    But instead, he asks her if she’ll say those words to him every day from now on. If she’ll promise to let her heart stay free and open for him and Missy, forever.

   And without hesitation, she agrees.

THE END

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Thank you for reading and have a lovely day <3

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20 Questions for Fic Writers!

Thanks for the tag, @lizzy0305 <333

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

162

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

622,263 - surprisingly low for how many fics I have, but a bunch are drabbles so I guess that checks.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

What fandoms don't I write for? XD

Supernatural. Sherlock. Star Trek. Teen Wolf. Marvel. Harry Potter. Merlin. James Bond. Lucifer. House MD. Primeval. Doctor Who. Venom. The Witcher. The Old Guard. Ted Lasso. Detroit Become Human. Good Omens. Our Flag Means Death. Hannibal.

Plus a few others.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Meant To Be - AOS Star Trek

5 Times Jim Forgot About Vulcan Hand Sensitivity & 1 Time He Didn't - AOS Star Trek

Making Love - Venom

Lunch Break - House MD

Truth Or Dare - Supernatural

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to respond to every comment provided its not hate, I ignore hate. I want people to know that their comment is truly appreciated from the bottom of my heart. Comments are food for the writer's soul.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably either The Void (TOS Star Trek) or Forever (SPN) or most of my SPN Endverse fics.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Most of my fics have happy endings, I live for them! Hmmm trying to think of particularly fluffy ones though... The Prince and The Princess - (AOS Star Trek) What No Man Has Done Before - (AOS Star Trek X HP) Good News - (DBH) Afterlife - (TOS Star Trek)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not too much, but it happens every so often. Why people can't just exit a fic or not interact with it if they don't like it is beyond me.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Sure do. Um, explicit and M/M but the specifics vary depending on pairing and fic. Been getting more detailed and more adventurous with it over the years though.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Ohhhh boi have I ever written a crazy crossover XD

Convergence - where I brought many many fandoms (and even more ships) together in a story with an actual plot.

Its not my only crossover, but it's by far the craziest.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I'm aware of, but I have been asked if some can be translated before, just never heard from them again.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

In a way with @lizzy0305 who started Fragments ages ago and then I finished it because we both knew she wasn't going to finish it.

and also Double Date with weegie8 a long long time ago.

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

My OTP of OTPs is Spirk <3

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Theres a johnlock fic that could be the first wip i never go back to.

and an SPN and a Stanner fic that both could stay wips forever, but honestly it just takes one spark in my brain and the right mood and I could finish any of these, so never say never.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Not sure really. My fluff is extra tooth rotting? XD Also once I get used to a character their voice is easy to channel I suppose.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Feels like everything when you're trying to write a damn fic XD um, maybe not putting in enough details into a scene.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I often use Vulcan language in Star Trek fics, I think it adds to it. However I get that it can be annoying to not understand a piece of likely important dialogue cause its in another language. It doesn't bother me though.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Technically HP when I was teen, before I knew what fandom and fanfiction were. But when I was in the know it was Supernatural.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

How can I just pick one? I'll pick a multichapter and a one shot that I love.

The One That Got Away - TOS Star Trek

The Update - DBH

Tagging: @dayspring-askanison @heartshapedvows @doonarose

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21, 5, and 10 for the writer’s ask :))

Hiii thank you for the ask! Sorry for the late reply, I had this tab opened for an eternity and forgot about it.

21. Have you ever thrown any major rules that everybody follows out of the window?

Kinda?? I usually don't look too hard at writing rules and just do whatever. I find that figuring it out myself works better than following advice I don't fully understand, sometimes.

But I guess I could say I've discarded a few? I write mostly fantasy and, when people give advice on writing fantasy, they tend to gear it towards a more stereotypical idea of it. A lot of advice on story climaxes and character writing for fantasy focuses on there being a Big Bad Antagonist to beat and a Great Showdown at the end. And that just isn't how I like to write.

I've said it before, but my stories are all extremely chill. There are still big events happening and there are obviously stakes to the plot, but it's more emotional than anything else. The climax of "Black and White" is a tense conversation at a coffee shop and a farewell between two friends. (You could also say that the climax is Alphonse's death, but. Eh.) People literally just talk to each other all the time with almost no action scenes involved. "Devourer of Souls" features an entire war with an outcome that ultimately doesn't matter because the story is about the relationship between two characters. The climax is Seth trying to revive Theo after she dies and that's literally just. Also a conversation.

This also happened to me a bit in my architectural project classes in my first year of college. All my professors were like "pick an axis and go with it" and I discovered, together with my professor, that I just think differently about space, and tend to focus more on staying in a certain place rather than in walking through it. Everyone is different. Be yourself.

Wow. Sorry for the ramble. It turned into life advice. Dammit.

5. How would you describe your writing style? Does your writing style change for different WIPs? If yes, describe all or maybe just a few.

I've mentioned this once in passing. My style of story structure is very... jumpy, I guess? I switch POVs to get the better picture of a certain scene, and I skip around a lot in time. Both B&W and the dystopia WIP have a "present day" plot happening parallel to a "flashback plot". The dystopia WIP technically has five different flashback plots, but they're all told separately. This is because they have multiple protagonists who are at different points in their lives. Darius's story happens over three years. Diedrich's happens over thirty-five. To be given the same weight, they must mix. Otheriwse the story becomes "Diedrich and Some Dude".

"Devourer of Souls", however, is completely different. It has one protagonist, Seth, and it tells the story of her life. Book 2 has two protagonists, introducing Flick, but there's still no need for flashbacks, because the story of Seth's past has already been told. And I gotta say, it is super weird to write something so linearly. It feels wrong, but it's one hell of an experience!

10. How often do you stick to your original plot?

I only really outline the bare bones and the scenes I daydream about before writing, so it leaves a lot of room. I am technically still within DoS's outline, but I have since added two characters, new magic mechanics, and an entire mini-arc in the middle.

But the basis is usually still there. There's also bits that I just leave as "???" in the outline that stand for "pretty much 2 years of relationship development that I'll figure out in the moment". Anything character-driven I just leave as "whatever, we'll make it up as we go". I plan plot but I 100% pant the hell out of character development.

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Abigail “AJ” Hayden

“I hate this house. I hate these people.”

“Being raised by cold eyes taught me not to cry.”

“I exist too much, I feel too much, I think too much. Reality is crushing the life out of me.”

✵ Pinterest Board ✵

✵ World: The Amazing Spider-Man ✵

✵ Faceclaim: Alexandra Breckenridge ✵

✵ Full Name: Abigail Joy Hayden ✵

✵ Nickname: AJ ✵

✵ Birthday: January 10th, 1995 ✵

✵ Abilities: ✵ She is extremely talented when it comes to anything computer-related, whether that be physically taking them apart and putting them back together or dealing with software and coding issues. She is also very good at hacking and has used it to get into (and out of) trouble on more than one occasion.

✵ Relationships: ✵ Damien Hayden (Father, Estranged) Adelaide Kelley (Mother, Estranged) Nisay Khim (Ex-Step-Father, Estranged) Eve Khim (Older Half-Sister, Estranged) Peter Parker (Friend/Love Interest, Alive)

ﾟ･:†┏┛ Backstory ┗┓†:･ﾟ

AJ was born as a result of an ongoing affair that her mother had behind her husband’s back. When AJ was born and her mother’s husband found out, he immediately divorced her and left his family behind. For the first few years of AJ’s life, she was raised by her mother who split her time between her apartment where she took care of her older daughter Eve and AJ’s father’s apartment where she took care of AJ. She was technically also raised by her father, since she lived in his apartment, but he was barely around. It wasn’t until she was around four years old, and her mother just stopped showing up, that her father even tried to put any effort into raising her. Even then, he did a pretty terrible job of it. He was an addict and he worked odd jobs to put food on the table or get money to feed his addiction, but he never could hold down an actual career. And, to make matters worse, he never even wanted a kid, so AJ’s presence in his apartment never did anything but annoy him. As she started to grow up, his resentment for her to grew and he became emotionally and verbally abusive to her. For a while, that was as far as things got and AJ could usually escape by locking herself in her room until his anger died down.

But things changed one day when AJ was nine years old. Usually her father would leave her money if he was going to be gone for a while, but he forgot to on this particular day. By the time evening came around, AJ had already eaten the few bits of food she could find in the fridge and she was starting to get hungry, so she stole some money out of her father’s nightstand. She snuck down to the corner store, bought herself some food, and returned the change all before her dad came back home. But when he came back the next morning, he immediately noticed that some money was missing. He had been drinking and he was already having a terrible day, so this was the last straw for him. He stormed into AJ’s room and started to throw her around and before he realized what he was doing he had thrown her through the window. The glass broke and cut up her face, but she was lucky they lived on the first floor. She landed on the sidewalk, managed to stand up, and just started running. She didn’t stop until a cop approached her and took her to the hospital. She told them everything that happened, they sent someone to arrest her father, and someone from CPS came to talk to her. They tried contacting her mother, but she said she wanted nothing to do with AJ and willingly terminated her parental rights. With her father going to prison and with her having no other living family, AJ was placed in a group home until they could find her a better placement.

AJ stayed in that group home for several months, during which she ran away on more than one occasion, before she was finally moved into an actual foster home. After a year in this foster home, her father was released from prison and a CPS worker came to talk to her. She claimed that her father’s rights technically hadn’t been terminated and that he still had a chance to get her back if he proved he was clean and he wouldn’t pose a threat to her again. AJ ran away from her foster home that night. They found her and brought her back and this began the cycle of AJ being bounced between half a dozen foster homes. Sometimes her father would try to visit her and she would run to get away, and sometimes she ran away just because she could. Then, the summer before AJ started high school, she was placed with a new family. They were the first family not to force her to visit with her father, so she decided to stay. No longer busy with the constant bouncing between foster homes, AJ could finally just do things she enjoyed. She tried a dozen different hobbies until she realized she liked skateboarding and that she really enjoyed hacking. She got really good with computers and, one day during her sophomore year, she hacked into the school’s system to play a prank. They realized it was her and she got sent to detention where she met Peter Parker for the first time. They became good friends after that first meeting and, little by little, AJ realized she was falling for him.

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mmgh head full of cael and scara being parents… here’s some tooth rotting fluffy headcanons of them being literally so sweet

scara is always nervous he’s doing something wrong. he doesn’t want gabriel to go through what he did, so he’s incredibly protective but also anxious about his own mannerisms

cael has to reassure him that he’s doing just fine, and that gabriel loves scara

since scara doesn’t need to sleep, he stays up late to take care of gabriel so cael can rest. cael doesn’t mind staying up, but scara insists most of the time.

whenever cael is holding gabriel, they both end up purring.

gabriel makes normal baby noises when he’s little, but he also sometimes meows or makes little curious mrrrp sounds since he’s also a catperson like cael.

the first person to meet gabriel is nahida. cael figures it’ll be only fitting, since scara knows her well enough anyhow

gabriel is literally blessed by the dendro archon

nahida gave cael and scara books to read to gabriel!! one of them is literally a book form of the kittymouche story (with a happy ending where kittymouche meets another cat who keeps him safe from the monsters and they live happily ever after!!)

the next people to meet gabe are kaveh and alhaitham

cael is friends with kaveh, and sort of gets along with alhaitham, but he gets to see gabriel anyway because they had to visit the house to find kaveh

any time kaveh and alhaitham show even the slightest signs that they’re about to start bickering, cael shuts it down pretty fast. (“mind your manners in front of my son, please >:/“)

kaveh passes down his building blocks to gabriel!!

gabriel loves kaveh; even when he was still just a baby he was content to snuggle up in kaveh’s arms and “talk” to him.

cael thinks it’s cute, scara is a little iffy about it but doesn’t mind too much as long as gabe is happy.

gabriel’s first word is “papa,” which is what he calls scara

he and scara were cuddling and reading a book together when he said it, and needless to say, scara nearly melted

when gabriel is old enough to walk, he usually accompanies scara to the akademiya. scara does most of his work in private anyway, so gabriel won’t disrupt anything.

i’m typing as i think so i completely forgot to bring this up, but: gabriel has a doll that scara sewed for him technically before he was even born. scara started the base of it when he and cael found out they were going to have gabriel!

after gabriel was born, scara finished the doll so it would look like him.

gabriel takes it everywhere, and can’t sleep without it

scara likes to show gabriel his own doll that he keeps under his hat, and they sometimes play with them together.

even after gabriel starts sleeping more at night, scara still stays up for a while longer to keep watch over gabe and cael.

gabe gets so many cuddles and kisses from his dads. he is very well loved and taken care of!!

they are just. so cute. and they make me so happy. they’re just a happy little family <3

[monoke-shades-diary]

week 2

someone told me I should write my ‘’documents’’ more clearly since technically dimension traveling is something no one (other than me) has done so I should codify it better since this is ‘’history in the making’’ Lol I think Crowley is just mad at the scholars for being so vague about other dimensions and the mirror cause it’s making his research to get me home harder.anyways here we go.

I woke up and walked down to the front room and completely forgot I had 2 idiots in my house so seeing them lying on my couch startled me a bit. Until I remembered they’re involuntarily staying here.

I went to the kitchen to make some breakfast out of the food from the package’s Crowley was sending it wasn’t a lot considering how many people SHOULD be living here but it was just her and grim here so the food was more than enough.

As I was microwaving my food Ace walks in and ask me what for breakfast. And I told him he could use whatever he wanted from the pantry to make something so long as I can supervise since after knowing him for a week I know I for sure can’t trust him alone in the kitchen. He made some porridge for himself as well as deuce since he felt bad for dragging him into this.

I’m admittedly very tired from barely getting sleep which also made what happened later worse.

we went to heartsyble dorm and met Cater an influencer who was painting roses for an….unbirthday party?

I don’t know anything about this place and it truly feels like I never will I mean come on an unbirthday party? next there going to tell me they have an invisible purple cat that can talk. Anyways….. the next thing that happened I’m actually embarrassed of.Cater had tricked us into doing his chores and even then I got the short end of the stick because everyone else used magic I had to use paint.

And then he had the gul to throw us out after we did him a huge favor. Then we had to rush to our potions class since we completely forgot that we went to school here.

anyways the classes were…different to say the least. Potions were kind of and the history teacher was…nice I guess? and the p.e teacher was very….helpful I guess you could say he just told me to ‘’tell him if I get to tired and I’ll let you sit down.’’ and when I said thanks he said ‘’don’t mention it after all I know how you women can have very low stamina so don’t be afraid to take breaks.’’ and walked away. I’m gonna be honest I didn’t even know what to say to that. I mean he just said it so upbeat like it was fact. It did give me something though and that was motivation and I sweared I wouldn’t ever take breaks and be the best kid in that class if it was the last thing I did and prove that coach Vargas shouldn’t be a teacher if he can’t even see all his students the same.

Then I did the one thing you’re not supposed to do with children and looked away from grim while I was walking in the hall with ace and deuce. And just like that grim’s lose and then ace and deuce literally took their chance to make me their help to catch grim. I swear those boys probably all planned it together after all grim will do anything for some tuna. Thankfully though we eventually caught grim and calmed him down. Then we headed down the east corridor to lunch.

And just as we getting are food we bumped into this dude and broke the yolk of his….capybara? I think he called it? Anyways you know what this man does? he decides to take grim-the-cat-that-will-do-anything-for-food’s grilled chicken. And I’m going be honest and call it mother’s intuition but I could just feel the toddler tauntrum coming on. Not only that but the guy and his friend try and take grim’s food but when grim talked back they decided that an egg yolk breaking is most definitely something to get into a fist fight over.Admittedly all I was doing at first was trying and descalate the fight but after the dude’s friend said ‘’now, let’s see just how many ways there are to skin a cat’’ I wanted to do nothing more than kick this man’s teeth in. And we fought. Then Trey came up and started to talk to us. When finally started to eat and it was so good. Till cater interrupted us which I was a little annoyed but I let it slide since he helped explain some of the crazy traditions around night raven collage which brought me some since of clarity and showed me how to tell who’s from which dorm. And it was pretty fun….until ace started talking out of his ass about riddle while he was RIGHT BEHIND HIM. Of course riddle was mad and yelled at ace. Then after riddle left we started to talk to ace about what a PROPER apology looks like and we decided that we’d collect the ingredients for Trey to bake a new chestnut tart for the unbirthday party next week.

After we finished talking we went to the rest of our classes for the day and finally went back to our dorm. After that nothing else to notable happened other than me doing more repairs around the house and ace and deuce helping because the felt bad which was actually pretty sweet considering the little scheme they pulled with grim earlier. unfortunately however I can’t remember anything else we tried a couple things but the only thing that sparked something was how familiar some plants in an herbology book looked it also made me think about how different my home must’ve been for nothing here to make me feel even a little nostalgic other than a book with some surprisingly crazy amount of of dangerous plants that made me scared to think about what the world outside night raven collage must look like…..

[annimator-ocblog]

OC Story: Rivers and Oceans

(I’m still thinking about Kai, so I’m writing about how he and his selkie boyfriend got together. This also doubles as some undersea worldbuilding and their rewritten backstory I guess)

Below the ocean surface lie various undersea towns and cities.

With the fantastical magic Gaia has to offer, it’s no secret that a multitude of unique undersea species are also gifted the spirit to cast magic alongside those that live amongst the surface.

These types of people rarely if ever visit above water, only doing so to visit certain places that have ties to their undersea cities. They’re pretty accepting of interspecies romance and same-sex relationships too, something that took surface dwellers centuries to accept.

The last time Kai visited the surface, he was brought to the Academy he’d soon be learning at.

And unbeknownst to him, he got himself a boyfriend over doing a kind favour for a stranger.

Kai noticed someone else that was touring the Academy accidentally dropped their grey coat whilst heading someplace else.

He eventually found the coat’s owner, finding him in the Academy’s library, reading stories from its mythology section.

———

“Hey!” Kai shouted, getting the person’s attention as he ran to them with the coat in his arms, “I noticed you dropped your coat earlier, so I’ve been trying to find you for the past couple of minutes.”

The person immediately had a large smile on his face, looking immensely grateful over Kai’s gesture, “Oh my god- thank you so much! I was really distraught when I lost my coat. I wouldn’t be able to return back to the ocean.”

As the person quickly equipped his coat back on, Kai immediately connected the dots about his background, “Oh! You’re a selkie? That’s awesome! I’ve always wanted to see one in person! Especially a male one, they’re pretty rare. My name’s Kai, by the way.”

The selkie started to blush over what Kai said before replying to what he said. “…Thanks. I’m Dylan, but if were being technical I wasn’t… really born as a man, I was actually-“

“You’re… uh… I forgot the word, but your those types of people that aren’t content with their birth gender, so then they change into another one and…” Kai quickly noticed Dylan’s face slowly get uneasy over what he was saying, “Wait, I didn’t mean all that in a bad way! I actually thought you were a guy when I first saw you, and I think you’re pretty-“

Dylan starts to chuckle, blushing as he talked “It’s ok! I’m actually really glad you’re pretty accepting of all that. You’re one of the first people I’ve sorta told about being trans beside my moms. They were both pretty accepting since they really want the best for me and for me to be happy. I…uh… really like your outfit by the way, the pirate-esque getup looks nice on you. The snorkel goggles go really well with it somehow. No offense.”

Kai also started to blush, “You really think so? Thanks! Your selkie coat really looks great with your outfit! Do you maybe… want to stay in touch after we head back undersea? I could probably visit you by riding the current transports, and I’d love to see what your ocean has to offer.”

Dylan’s smile grew wider as Kai finished his proposition, “I’d love to Kai.”

Both of the boys were an awkward mess as they walked back to the Academy’s entrance together. They eventually ended up holding hands whilst they were walking, both smiling at each other and blushing once they look at each other.

“You were subtly asking me out when you asked to keep in touch, weren’t you?”

Kai started to blush even more as Dylan asked that question, “Uh…yeah.”

Dylan smiled, “Alrgiht, it’s a date.”

[m1ckeyb3rry]

Mira protection squad rise up….dw just pull out the picture of Karasu in your wallet and just say ummm I’ve got a bf..!! /j but fr stay safe!!! It’s crazy how this still happens everywhere like leave people alone!!!

I’m crying the word count alone still has me REELING like omg….guys this is not a fic atp this could be a whole novel….

Ok wait but continuing I forgot to mention this is such a minor thing but THE TAJ MAHAL OUT OF HAIR??? I did not need that visual either oh my god

And not to worry! I turned back pretty fast I’d only gotten to the part where Karasu calls to talk about being captain and then I was really like ummm wait a minute….so all good!!! I fr was piecing together the story up till that point like “oooh ok in college….ok somehow we made a deal with Karasu got it…” LMAO my fault for running to read without actually reading properly before I started the actual fic portion!!

Ugh baby Karasu is so squishy…I can just imagine pinching his cheeks shdgsjshs speaking of that line where y/n is walking with him after his first game as captain and she compares his baby face to his current face “all angles and gloom and doom” LMAOOO ok but that swimming scene>>>> their bond >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

YAYOYUKI guys it’s just the quadruple Y ship Y to the fourth power LMAO I’m imagining yuki in that meme reaction pic with the person with their arms in the area and their chains breaking LMAOOO

NO IT WORKED SOOOO WELL!!! Honestly I think you’re the master of this like writing characters in love but they don’t know they’re actually in love yet…so good….chefs kiss…..but omg yeah with Aoyama!!! I loved how that was in the story too and you could feel the difference between their relationships!! I’m ngl though I’m not even deep in the fandom or even content in general but whenever I read Aoyama I kept thinking of the dude from mha LMAOOOO I know Aoyama isn’t a super u bc Lemmon last name but that was the first face that popped into my mind shsgsgshsh

The bfb sisters >>>>> ok but so real kaneshiro PLEASE give us NAMES this just reminds me of Barou’s LN too where his sisters are literally referred to as “the 1 year old” and “the 0 year old” like BRO JUST GIVE THEM NAMES!!!! I do really enjoy how we get to see both sides though!!! Like both being friends with the younger and older sister, very refreshing getting to read about both sides!!

NO BECAUSE I ALMOST SCREAMED HAHAHA like bro carried you to your apartment in the middle of the night, gave you water and food, cleaned you up and REMOVED YOUR MAKEUP and oops, to the streets he goes /hj….I also thought y/n hitting otoya up to ring her in was funny LOL I honestly live for the little interactions with other characters I love how it builds a whole little universe within the fic world!

Where would Karasu nation be without you…and OMG MORE KARASU REQS??? Guys Karasu nation is GROWING all thanks to you o7 gotta take a Karasu intermission LMAO but speaking of if there’s anything in the Hiori LN you want reinterpreted…don’t be shy..LOL I had it TLd but I think the wording needs some refining because it was definitely clunkier than the ones I did recently LMAO

Oooo omg plane ride again!! Manifesting no motion sickness to the airport..!!!! And no we knew in our hearts that you were cooking in silence….we trust….

-Karasu anon

LMAOOO WHIPPING OUT A BADLY EDITED PHOTO OF ME NEXT TO KARASU LIKE “so sorry but i’m actually married 🙄 yeah it’s a committed relationship so go away 🥱” JFJDJS i’m dead 😭 nah fr i don’t understand how it’s such a problem STILL but oh well 😐

apparently according to google a novel is anything above 40k words SO TECHNICALLY i did write an entire novel abt karasu based on a song from victorious 😭 that is the most ridiculous sentence i think i’ve ever formulated JFKSJFJSK what even…it’s what my man deserves though 💖

OH MY GOD THE TAJ MAHAL OUT OF HAIR it was actually a reference to this disney xd show that my brother, my best friend, and i watched as kids called lab rats and at one point one of the characters makes a “buckinghair palace” and is planning on making a “taj mahair” it was a very random reference LMAOAOA but i like throwing things in like that to make the world seem richer?? like i could’ve just had otoya say that his sister had a bad roommate but adding in that specific (and gross) detail just made it seem like there’s things going on in the background even when the reader isn’t there if that makes sense

LMAOO i can fr see how that would be confusing 😭 the 41.6k words really got to you huh 😰

HAHAHA no but y/n is so real for that because imagine you’re used to adorable squishy baby karasu and then all of a sudden BAM he’s all chiseled and gorgeous?? but you’re “not attracted” to him because he’s “like your brother” so you can’t even appreciate that part 😩💔

PLSSS yayoyuki my otp all those y’s mean they’re meant for each other 🤩 LMAOOO yukimiya breathing a sigh of relief that he’s actually chill for once

AHHH YESSS MY FAV TROPE i love when characters don’t understand their feelings it’s truly so much fun because it’s such a good way to create tension without feeling forced or annoying…yesss the way y/n and aoyama are chill but you can FEEL how she doesn’t love him but then her with karasu even though she doesn’t realize it the love they share just seeps into every interaction they have 🥹 PLSSS icl i know nothing abt mha and would prefer to keep it that way 😰 to be honest i just went on the japanese census and picked one of the earlier names on the list which happened to be aoyama (because it starts with an a i suppose)…no reference intended there

kaneshiro so allergic to women he won’t even give them names 😔💔 literally the only girls with names are isagi and bachira’s moms + anri 😭 i can never write a bllk fic without ocs because i NEED female friendships in my stories!! and agreed that it was rlly fun to see the difference in liking your friend’s older brother versus the younger brother as there are different associated stigmas and whatnot that come about from it

KARASU SAID “right let me just be the ideal bf real quick” AND GOT THE BOOT FOR IT 🥲 i can’t even blame him for kissing her/confessing at that point because wdym he went through all of that and then told you he’d never had a girlfriend because he was in love with someone who’d never love him back and you have the audacity to say “damn who would ever say no to you??” 😭⁉️ he’s more patient than me fr…okay but lowkey it’s so funny to me that he saw y/n when he was four years old and he IMMEDIATELY locked tf in…like THAT was the ONLY GIRL he wanted from that moment on 😩

otoya was so much fun to write in this au 😭 like the way he’s so nonchalant and all…he knows exactly what’s going on because he’s good w girls but he has 0 interest in getting involved because he needs to protect his peace!! like i said w the taj mahal thing i love throwing in little moments that make it seem like the characters all have their own lives separate from the plot…for example the “crazy girl” from otoya’s group project that he mentions very easily could be a love interest for him if you think abt it ☝🏻 like “crazy girl” just wants a good grade and slacker otoya thinks he can flirt his way out of doing any work but she’s having NONE of it and they end up falling in love based on that?? can you imagine he’s like two minutes late to the meeting and she’s like “where were you 😐” and he’s like “my roommate’s older sister’s best friend was showing me where to get non-keurig coffee” and she doesn’t even believe him because she’s heard many dumbass excuses in her life and that is the worst one yet 😭 idk that’s just a random example but it’s just fun for me to throw in those random little threads!! i think like you said it really helps to build a universe within the story and make the plot as well as all of the characters feel more whole and well rounded as opposed to flat and one dimensional 🤩

at this point i think i’m basically a karasu account LMAOO nobody remembers my roots as a nagi fan anymore 😟 yes i have a couple of reqs for him which is rlly exciting!! eek i’ve been having trouble getting into the hiori mindset but i NEED TO because those two reqs are from my 500 follower milestone event which was ages agooo like they’re literally from JUNE 😭 ugh trust i will cook when i get the chance though!!

YESS PRAYING NO MOTION SICKNESS!! we still have a little less than a week left before we leave so going to relax and enjoy the vibes but tbh i am excited to return to america…the glorious land of ubiquitous air conditioning and everyone wearing deodorant…LMAO 😭🙏🏻

[5-7-9]

So in my Reclamation AU prequel after Bruce Wayne adopts Dick, well actually I should mention the rumors before he adopts Dick the thh ethe th. Okay when he got back, wait should I mmention before too? Nahhhh more backstory to actually further down the storyline, weirdly enough that the past and future are linked together for some reason. (TW mentions/implies of homophobia and bi erasure and pedophilia and slut shaming)

So when Bruce gets back home after being legally classified as missing and dead, he assumes a neutral persona of socialite. But the missing gaps get filled in of vacations or illegal sites or something wild. Bruce decides to use the weird playboy assumption to his advantage and uses his looks to try going on dates with people.

Then, he decided to use modeling to also hinder any suspicions, he couldn’t show his scars so he went with clothing. He somehow made tons of model friends where he got them to pretend date him for publicity. Between the models, they think he either has an ego, has a secret lover, or is gay. Now the socialites and public see the fake model dates between the few real dates. Socialites get jealous and starts making up stories like “yeah we totally slept together (fuckkkk why doesn’t he like me???)” or “y’know it’s kinda weird he never keeps any of those hotties it’s almost like he’s a bad boyfriend or there’s something wrong with him yeah? (Please please please date me instead)”

(almost forgot) I already mentioned Selina, but her rumors consisted of slut shaming, and the infantilization of Bruce. Talia is actually included for a small while (idk how to make the timeline work, so I think it’s just easier if I just don’t think about it? Intentional plot hole). So to work with my timeline, either Talia already had a baby before Bruce gets back to Gotham, or they have a fling almost right when he gets back home. Either way, the media thinks she’s one of Bruce’s foreign flings from vacation (true actually), so they kinda dismiss her as a partner candidate. She doesn’t gets brought up again until later when i figure out if she needs to meet with Bruce again before Damian. Most of Bruce’s dates include bastardization or angelification, zero in between because nuance doesn’t exist (drama is always extreme, which imo is stupid but whatever).

After Bruce adopts Dick, things take a major turn for the worst. A single father not marrying when becoming someone’s guardian??? What’s wrong with him!!! The biggest conclusion created the pedophilic rumor. “He must’ve not stayed with anyone because he likes kids!!!” This lead to the other rumor to take a twist, homophobia.

So out of pure plot convenience, Clark at some point gets in touch with Bruce to talk about the Justice League, but that gets turned into a fake relationship. See the only way to distill rumors is to use more rumors! Obviously. Idk how to deal with Clark’s reputation, so I’m making it technically a fake secret relationship that protects Clark’s identity mostly. Anyways, now the rumors leaned into the gay rumors instead of the homophobic rumors, society started saying the pedophilic rumors are homophobic. Blah blah blah and then people got “scared” of getting “canceled” so they reverted back to the average playboy stance. This has made lasting impacts towards both Bruce’s and Dick’s lives but yeah they’ve moved on.

(Honestly i just wanted to explain the fake secret relationship plot point but now I really wanna go for all the rumors)

The gay rumors including the (fake) secret relationship really got the media questioning who he’s in romantic/sexual cohorts with, male specific only. It affected some characters to distance themselves…

Jason got classist rumors and reputation, which turned into “missing or dead” rumors just like Bruce had so lots of people were expecting him to come back. Tim was basically “the perfect child” since he was already upper class and he was considered most likely to run the Wayne business in the future. Damian had two sides where one was racist and blamed Talia for existing, and the other side where they blamed Bruce for being reckless. Cass had the standard stereotypes but with ableism included. Steph never appeared in the news besides as Tim’s ex. Barbara only showed up as Gordon’s daughter.

Actually Barbara got the “dating Bruce” rumors with Bruce but that never went anywhere significant, just made things awkward between them and with Gordon. (It’s sorta related to another side plot but i don’t feel like sharing here).

Duke appeared as an adoptee but also not because he avoided the Wayne’s reputation. He gets a passing mention as someone who sometimes takes refuge in their house, as if he was never there, but he sometimes is but he just gets ignored for probably racist and classist reasons. Among Duke’s citizens group of people near him totally know him as the guy with a rich guy’s backing tho. (I have completely different ideas for him, i’ll do another post later).

Well that was fun

[twinstarlovers]

Saw this tik tok account of a girl who made it for her divine masculine so she talks to him through & yeah she posted this. I was crying LMFAO. Full moon in Capricorn tho. It’s always gonna be funny but also fucked up that I still cry about you in the middle of being in a rela 💀. I feel bad. The universe is messy af but yeah I miss you, I believe you are doing well which is good. I saw you in the dream world the other day but I forgot fr. I’m crying rn this full moon got me so emotional over you because I miss you but also triggers like I’m mad I’m not with you or don’t have what you have. I was talking to my friend about it & she was like I will have what you have eventually because you are my reflection & I was well… when you say it like that 🤔. I was trying so hard not to cry otp lol.

But hmmm what cha been up to lamo mamo?? 🧐🐥💖 oh frrrr??? Trueeeee. Well I got news, sorta got a job. Training starts tmr. So basically I’ve been looking for a job for like 3 years now but my picky & empath ass & my Pisces midheaven AND THE UNIVERSE TAKING BRICKS. Technically the full moon is tonight July 3rd but obviously it starts the day before & after so that’s crazy my training starts the day of but basically ima be a therapist sorta for a kid or kids with autism. I just need 2 week training which is quite shocking & the pay is good, hours are good kinda just perfect fr but a kid will be assigned to me & I would have to go to their house for like 3-4 hours & just play w them or help them to learn basic shit. The universe blessed w that 23-26 an hour 🙂. The only think I don’t like it’s in the evenings but then it’s perfect because I’m not a morning bird. Honestly I don’t need much of a social life if I got a job. I feel like I wouldn’t even wanna go out after working because it’s either a job & recharge or friends & recharge & none of my friends are soulmates & I got a bf so I really don’t care about friends. I’m so glad I have a more real excuse to say no to my friends when they wanna hang out LMFAO. Ugh saving is so hard cusss OUT OF SIGHT OUT OF MIND 😭. I’ll literally find someone keep my money away from me also what makes me wanna spend more is me tryna not live in a scarcity mindset, that’s my excuse 😭.I don’t have a problem with working & then going home. I’m my best with a routine. So I’ll wakeup at like 11-12 & charge before & then I leave at like 3-4 depending & I would get out at like 8-9 & I’ll just got get food, go home, take a shower & my skincare & then finally eat & watching some shit & then knock out. Honestly this job won’t drain me as much too because it’s little hours & im doing something I like. I hope the universe brings me a good family & kid. I hope this kid is not emotionally unstable too much because I can’t keep myself together when someone else is crying & that’s unprofessional af. The company is in Rockville but I would be visiting my assigned kid(s) around where I live. I’m lowkey a little scared cus it’s a first job & it’s pretty heavy for a first job but then it’s a part of who I am already so I’d just be working with my intuition. Ugh ima have to learn to talk professionally/ just learn how to talk to people in general. My cancer rising gonna beat my ass at first yo 😭. I’ll end up fine. I feel like this job will be healing my inner child fr cus I’m helping another child with a disability, a reflection of me.

K let me stfu now. I still fucking miss you & I’ll probably be having my moments of me crying over you for the rest of the day, actually the next 2 days 💀. Anyways.. I love you & I miss you. I hope you doing okay. I wanna cry again LMFAOOO. Okay bye bye Lamo mamo 🧸💖🌕. Stay safe! 👋🏼🥹

[detectivejrdude583]

Sunburns and squabbles

chapter 3

AO3

summery: How Olivia Benson, Elliot Stabler, Amanda Rollins, Dominick Carisi, and Grace Muncy all ended up on a family vacation together would never be known.

Actually, it would. It was quite simple really: Elizabeth Stabler forgot to mention the name of her girlfriend.

The story of a vacation with way too many people, with way too many things going on, and oh great now we have to make an ER visit.

doesn’t center on one pairing rather several pairings and friendships

words: 2301

warnings: none

Now that everyone had woken up fully and gotten a bit of sugar in them the bus was much more lively, the kids were giggling over whatever game they were each playing, the adults were having loud conversations and lighthearted arguments, and there was music coming from somewhere, although no one was quite sure where.

The bus had taken on a much messier look as everyone got to the point, they were a bit bored so they were pulling out various activities. Where everyone was sitting had changed up a bit and the kids kept switching depending on how they wanted to play with at the moment.

Noah was the oldest kid, and Billie the youngest, and there were a good seven years between them, with Jesse, Kieran, and Seamus- Maureen’s boys- all in between, but despite that it seemed as though all the kids were getting along and playing together. They had all met each other at various family events and holidays, so there were no awkward introductions.

Technically speaking Eli could have been considered one of the kids since he wasn’t yet 18, and he had no problem with the kids wanting to play with him, but still he was quite separated from the group, opting instead to be with the adults most of the time, although at the moment he was playing on a Minecraft world with the rest of the children.

Since everyone was on the same WIFI network they were able to play together on the same Minecraft world, and it had been occupying them for much longer than expected, although the adults had no problem with that, anything that meant their children were not about to have a meltdown on the bus.

Jesse sat next to Noah, Seamus on their row as well. Kieran was sitting with his dad and Sonny, was also on the world, and Billie and Eli were actually next to each other, Billie didn’t understand how some of the things in the game worked and Eli was taking the time to explain and help her where needed.

“Momma look at my house” Billie said shoving her iPad between the seats so her mother would be able to admire her work.

“That’s a great house Billie, I like all the flowers out front”

Billie smiled and took her iPad back making Eli fight off all the monster’s that were trying to kill her, apparently placing all her flowers and trees was much more important than not getting blown up by a creeper.

“4 hours people!” Elliot announced, still in charge of driving the bus, and Maureen in charge of the GPS in case anything went wrong with it. They had already had to take more than one detour, but kept a fairly steady time, they would be arriving at the hotel right around dinner time, and from there they wouldn’t spend one night there before getting back on the road in the morning to make it all the way to where they were actually staying at the beach, this was actually their long day of driving.

“Jesse didn’t tell you anything?” Amanda whispered to Olivia when she felt her kids were distracted enough.

“Not really, nothing important anyway, she said she didn’t want to make you sad though” Olivia matched Amanda’s volume, not wanting to draw the attention of anyone else.

Amanda considered that for several moments, trying to figure out what Jesse could be talking about- it could be any number of things really, but she really needed to know specifically what was wrong with her child “I’ll try to talk to her this week, maybe she’ll be more relaxed out of the house, if you want to still talk to her though go right ahead, the more me and Sonny know the better, something is clearly wrong”

“I know, I'm sure she will tell you two when she is ready” Olivia assured her before she was pulled into a conversation about whether or not something someone had seen in a show was physically possible.         

“Uncle Sonny” Jesse tugged on his sleeve, her voice almost a whisper, having left her game for just a few moments.

“Hey Jess. What do ya’ need” he gave her his full attention.

“I'm hungry” she said like it was a guarded secret.

Sonny thought for a couple of moments before yelling down the aisle “Elliot”

“What?” Elliot yelled from his seat, not realizing how loud he actually was, making everyone wince a little.

“We stopping for food soon?” Sonny knew there was a wide plethora of snacks that Jesse could have, but it was about time for another meal since they had had breakfast and a couple of snacks here and there.

“There’s a down about 20 minutes up ahead, figured we’ll stop for something there” Elliot explained, having already planned this.

Sonny looked at Jesse who nodded that that would be okay, and she went back to her seat, everyone else in the bus also hungry just no one had mentioned it yet.

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They reached the town Elliot had been talking about, it was a small almost dainty thing, the kind of town where everyone knew everyone and Olivia really though she saw an honest to God general store, those didn’t really exist up in New York. It looked almost historic, most of the buildings looking like they were building log cabin style. It looked like Amish country, hell it might have actually been Amish country.

“This place has shops and such with a bunch of little places to eat, any child under 12 must be accompanied by someone older than 12, but other than that we’ll back here in about an hour, stretch your legs, maybe run in circles for a little while because I plan for this to be the last stop of the trip” Elliot instructed as everyone did things like actually put on shoes to prepare for leaving the bus.

Olivia smirked as she got out from under her blanket, popping her joints that hadn’t even been moved in a little while, she though Elliot was not so secretly enjoying being in charge of the whole trip.

She herself had very little to do with the trip, Elliot had booked everything, and had made loose plans for things they would actually be doing. He had informed everyone that they wouldn’t have to be paying anything for where they were staying, which was a surprise because they had needed such a large space that everyone expected to have to pay their share.

When Olivia had asked Elliot how much the entire trip was costing them, he had said that they weren’t paying anything for where they were staying. Olivia had of course asked how that was possible because as far as she knew they didn’t own a massive beach house, Elliot explained he had an old buddy who owned him a favor, a quite large favor apparently. For her own sanity she decided she didn’t want to know anymore than that.

Everyone got out of the bus and sort of dispersed in different directions, the first priority was for everyone to be fed, but other than that there were little historic shops they wanted to visit.

They were in what was kind of like a town square, there were just a bunch of little shops selling all sorts of things and everyone wanted to have enough time to explore, so most people grabbed something they would be able to eat while walking around.

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Lizzie and Muncy found a little fudge shop, that you could smell before you even walked in. They were careful not to hold hands or display much affection towards each other, while the town they were in was without a doubt cute, there were else some flags in the windows that made it feel more than a little unsafe to walk around displaying a gay relationship. They ended up buying way too much fudge- and some peanut brittle- because apparently the smell of the shop had some sort of magical power that made you buy more than one could possibly eat.

Maureen was with them and bought some of her own fudge, she wasn’t a big chocolate fan, but there was a peanut butter flavor that she had sampled and immediately bought an entire box of, shoving it in her massive purse because she was under no circumstances sharing with her family- including her husband who was out getting snow cones.

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“Mom it’s a sword” Noah pointed to the swords hanging on the wall, apparently for sale.

“I love you kid but I am not buying you a sword” Olivia said firmly, looking away from the shelf she was browsing candles.

Noah turned to walk in a different direction but was stopped by his mother’s voice.

“And Elliot isn’t buying you a sword either”

Noah groaned and took several moments longer to stare at the swords before walking to one of the tables set up in the middle of the shop. If no one would buy him a sword maybe they would buy him a knife.

“And you already have a knife” Olivia said not even looking up to where her son was.

Noah rolled his eyes and set down the one he was holding.

Elliot walked up beside Olivia, dropping his voice to a whisper “I’ll buy him a knife”

Olivia looked at her boyfriend “He already has a Swiss army knife”

“I know, but we can call it bonding” Elliot said.

“You can’t buy his love Elliot, he’s already warmed up to you a lot more than when he first met you, you know these things take time” Olivia explained, she had already had a good relationship with the Stabler children before she and Elliot got together, but Noah had barely known Elliot when they got together.

“I know I can’t buy his love; I can however earn some brownie points”

Olivia rolled her eyes at the eager look on his face “You can buy him a knife, but it’s your responsibility to make sure he’s safe with it” she knew her son would be reasonable with it, he already was with his current pocket knife, which he actually kept in his dance bag, Olivia didn’t quite understand why he would need a knife at dance, but she didn’t understand a lot of things about dance, so she left it be.

Elliot thanked her and went to find Noah from wherever in the store he had wandered off to.

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“Momma, momma, momma, momma” Billie tried desperately to get her mother attention.

“Billie, Billie, Billie, Billie, what can I do for you” Amanda looked at her in the middle of the small shop they were in.

“Can I get a necklace?” she begged.

Amanda thought for a minute, she would without a doubt being buying her children souvenirs when they got to the beach, and both the girls had been given pocket money by both sets of grandparents which they would be spending on random stuff that was colorful enough to catch their eye. “Let’s go look at them”

The one that Billie wanted specifically was a little bear pendant with a little leather string instead of a chain, Amanda didn’t know why Billie was so adamant about getting that specific one, but Amanda didn’t really have a reason to say no, so she picked it up.

“Hey Jesse, I'm getting your sister a necklace, why don’t you pick something out too” Amanda called out.

Jesse was walking around with Sonny, looking at all the various items closely, she found several of them very intriguing. It was hard to pick what she wanted, but she finally settled on atlas of the United States, this one focusing specifically on the national parks.

After checking out they had a little while before they needed to be back on the bus, and since they had already eaten, they decided just to walk around until something caught their eye.

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“How come dad will still offer to buy stuff for you, but wont for the rest of us” Dickie complained when Elliot texted Elliot that he could buy himself something and he would transfer him money for it.

“He’s only buying something for me because he bought something for Noah” Eli explained “And I'm not an adult, I still live at home. He would probably buy you something if you asked”

“Oh, I know he would, but he offered to buy you something. That’s a different thing” Kathleen added scanning a wall of different flavored popcorn, trying to pick out which one was her favorite. “Speaking of you living at home, how is moving in with Noah and Olivia going”

Eli shrugged “I mean it’s fine, I'm not sure anyone is adjusted to it, and I think Noah secretly hates it, so maybe not fine- I don’t really know, mom and Olivia like it”          

“Why do you think Noah hates it?” Dickie asked.

“Well, I'm not entirely sure he actually likes dad, and he probably feels like his space is being invaded” Eli hadn’t actually talked to Noah about it.

“Well how do you feel about it?” Kathleen asked, going back and forth between two flavors.

“I don’t really know, it’s not really that different, other than instead of coming home to an empty apartment I come home to a townhouse with a 12-year-old, Noah’s cool though” he and Noah spent a good chunk of time together since both their parents worked long hours, both Olivia and Elliot were grateful they got along.

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Once everyone was ready- and all the children had been bought something, everyone climbed back onto the bus, preparing for what would hopefully be the final stretch of the drive for the day.