#anygay back to fic writing

[miliamin1]

I'm still thinking about that damn crypt date

Wednesday only said yes cause solitude was hurting her after Enid left

the location? Enid's idea

movie? about a cheery blonde

Thornhill? aware that Wednesday was missing Enid

how am i not supposed to have a take away that their manipulation plan had clause "misplace and exploit her feelings for Enid"

[sanccharine]

blueberry muffins | sn

single parent au, christmas au

pairing: babysitter!sana x single parent!reader

genre: fluff

word count: 7.2k

warning: so sweet it'll rot your teeth ! ew that ryhmed, i'm sorry

summary: when your own life becomes a b-rated hallmark holiday movie (not that you're complaining)

a/n: finally, what was supposed to be last year's christmas fic and the sequel to pizza party! is here !! all thanks to this request !! this was co-written by @eternallyghosting (she wrote three (very important) sentences and the summary, which is easily the hardest part of writing fics) strangely, it was nice writing domestic fluff again and also i gave up on the banner :D also is this happy belated christmas bc this was for last year or is it early bc christmas is in five days ?? anygays, happy holidays !!

The moment the car stopped, a door was being shoved open. You didn’t have to check the rearview mirror to know that your son had sprinted out. Shaking your head, you shifted the gear to park before turning your gaze at your girlfriend. 

Minatozaki Sana was a confident woman. Or at least that is what you’ve gathered over the last year. She was never one to hide how she felt; it was she who had made the first move. So to see her eyes glazed over, trained on the raindrops collecting at the edge of the windshield was concerning, to say the least. 

“Hey,” was all you uttered, even quiet to your own ears. But Sana was attuned to your voice so she straightened before she turned to meet your gaze.

In the many years that make up a life, a year may be inconsequential. Between those three hundred and sixty-five days many things can happen. You can meet new people, spend time with them and get to really know their likes and dislikes, understand what truly makes and motivates them. During this time, you could gain lifelong friends, whom you instantly sync with only to lose them by the end of the year. Twelve months is enough time to drive you away from your family, to uproot your life and start anew, or perhaps return home to loving arms where everything remains unchanged. A year is a million moments of frustration and tears and happiness, a combination of beginning and endings, and gain and loss. But many years later, those instances would be fleeting at best. 

A whole year; a passing moment. 

Perhaps that’s why you were pleasantly surprised with how well things were with Sana. Having known each other for almost two years, from kind greetings building up to genuine conversations. The slow build of your relationship, from when you first asked her about her bad day to when she finally asked you out for a coffee date. There was not a moment you regretted, and to think that this was all the result of your son, the last shove the pair of you needed. 

Now Sana has moved in, you wake up to her running around your home alongside your son. She’d gone from his babysitter to someone who takes an active role in his life, someone who shapes him to be better. Someone he can learn from, grow with, and rely on, especially when you weren’t there for him. 

Simply put, you couldn't be more sure of your decision to be with her. Now, there were only a few more steps. 

Without saying a word, you reached for her hand, her fingers interlocking with yours instinctively. “I’m not worried, I just need a moment,” Sana said, the frozen glaze slowly dissipating from her eyes. 

Exhaling, you reached out to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. Silky soft to the touch, even with her constant dyeing. How she managed to maintain the texture remained a mystery. From her natural brown to blinding orange to auburn to back to her brown, you’ve seen Sana’s hair shift faster than the seasons. Though in the dark of the night, your car was only illuminated by the lamppost a meter away, her hair seemed so depthless it was inky black.  

Sana leaned into your touch, her eyes fluttering shut as you held her. Just as you were about to assure her, a loud thump on the glass startled you both apart. 

“Aren’t you coming?” Your son asked loudly, though it sounded muffled since he had the side of his face and palms pressed flat against the glass. With another slap to the glass, he moved away but not before saying. “Open the trunk, I need to show grandma my chef’s hat and cookbook.” 

Sana had gone from clutching her heart to clutching her stomach as she doubled over with laughter. You, on the other hand, had to rest your forehead on the steering wheel to let out a long and exaggerated groan. 

“He will be the—”

Your son hit the car twice, yelling. “Trunk, please!” 

“Okay, okay, I’m opening it! It’s opening,” you stumbled to find the button. With a huff, you took out your car keys while Sana was still giggling as she got out to help with the suitcase. 

Your son had catapulted himself into your father’s arms as you headed up the porch, luggage in hand. Sana followed behind you, not necessarily hiding, but slightly obscuring herself from your parents. Smiling, you extended your free hand to take hers as you reached the door. 

“Oh, look who’s home!” your father exclaimed, as he swiftly lifted your son up and placed him on his hip. 

“Don’t do that! Who’s going to pay for another surgery?” you said, scowling while your mother slapped at his arm, trying to pry your son away. 

“With all that hard work, it will be you, of course,” your father said, before whispering at your son who then burst into giggles after peeking at you. 

“Well, if it's all the same, help me out with our bags—”

“Not happening,” your father said before walking into the house. 

“Here, let me,” your mother passed right by you and attempted to take the bag Sana was shouldering. Sana tried to decline politely, but your mother wasn’t having it. Soon the bag was in her hands and she took Sana’s hand in hers. Your mother gave you a smile as she guided Sana into the house. “She’s beautiful.” 

“I know, Mom,” you groaned, the smile hard to suppress. 

Home felt familiar. There was a smell, something you couldn’t pinpoint exactly. Of course, there were notes you recognised. A blend of your mother’s baking and your father’s obnoxious perfumes against the smell of rain. Something you’ve experienced so many times before and have long yearned to return to. As for furniture, nothing seemed to have changed. You spotted a few new frames, photos of your son now competing with numerous photos of yourself. Then one that really stopped you in your tracks. 

Your mother, artistic in all of her endeavours, had a growing collage of her favourite photos on a pinboard. You don’t come home often to notice all the small edits she makes, but this one was glaringly obvious. It was a picture that was clearly printed out recently. On normal paper it seemed, it lacked the gloss. It was cut to the shape of the three people in the photo, bordered with orange craft paper and stuck on at the very edge of the board. 

It was a picture of you, your son… and Sana. 

One night, when Sana decided it was time for her classic bright orange to return, she asked whether you wanted to dye your hair as well. 

Of course, in an instant, you answered no. Unfortunately, your son had overheard the question and practically begged you to let him dye his hair. So that night, both you and your son earned a few strands of orange hair that matched Sana. 

Almost on instinct, your hand drifted to the spot behind your neck, hiding a few stray strands of fading bright orange hair. When you had sent the image to your mother, you’d laughed at it because your face was barely in it to your mother’s disappointment. In fact, you were showing your back and looking over your shoulder so the orange was peeking through. Sana wore a blinding grin that also matched your son’s, who was pointing at the streak of orange in his fringe. But here it was, printed and cut out and pasted. 

The sight invoked a feeling you couldn’t place. 

Someone stepped to your right to observe the same picture. 

And then Sana turned to look at you, her eyes glassy. 

Even if it wasn’t said, you know what this means. 

The words were in your mouth when your mother spoke from your left. “I hope you don’t mind me putting up that picture there,” she said with scrunched eyebrows. “I really liked it.” 

Sana’s lips twitched upward as she shook her head. “I don’t mind at all.”

Introductions were quite brief, having heard each other quite a bit from you. Besides, you knew once your son tired himself out and was asleep, your parents could really get to know Sana. So, you decided to move your bags up to your scheduled room. 

Unfortunately for you, Sana stopped by another door. 

Gasping, Sana pushed the door open and took in every corner of your childhood room. 

The room was exactly as you left it. Except less messy. No furniture was moved, no posters torn down, no trinkets replaced—it was as if you had never even left. 

Sana moved to your study desk, her finger brushing the spines of textbooks that had made your high school years a living hell. 

“Did you study a lot?” Sana asked, her voice light as if she were absent-minded. 

“Not really, just enough to pass I guess,” Sana sent you a look over her shoulder, head slightly tilted in suspicion before turning her attention back to the desk. 

She poked the trophies and participation awards, smiling at your photos crammed to a side before picking one up. 

“Someone looks awfully upset here,” she brandished a photo of you standing on a podium, glaring holes at the person in front of you while you gripped your smaller award. “Sore loser much?” 

“I deserved first place! You weren’t there, alright?” you rolled your eyes, plucking the photo away from her while she moved towards your bed.

“I can’t imagine you’d ever have such a tidy room,” she chuckled as she took a seat by the foot of the bed, bouncing a little on the comfortable mattress. 

“Yeah, well, you have my mother to thank for that,” you smiled, as you leaned on your desk, facing Sana. Watching her. 

Perhaps, it was nostalgia. Or exhaustion. Who knows, maybe even the holiday spirit. But you liked staying here, being in your old room, surrounded by things you’ve long forgotten, from a time you don’t particularly miss, but now, with Sana. Someone who promised a new start. 

Sana watched you in turn, her lips pressed thin as she suppressed a knowing smile. 

Leaning back, she asked. “So, is this where we’ll be sleeping? In your old room?” 

Chuckling, you shook your head. “Not a chance,” you jutted your chin at the single bed, “you feel like being crammed into that?”

Sana shook her head as she turned around to feel the quilt, lips quirked up at the shark pattern.

“No, we’re taking the guest room,” you said, walking to your door. From here, you could just about see over the stairway railing and into the kitchen. Both your parents buzzed around your son like moths to a flame, grins on all of their faces. With a soft sigh, you said. “The one that will be coddled, pampered, and spoiled for the next week will be sleeping in here.” 

Content for the moment, you turned your attention back to Sana but she was already looking at you. An expression akin to worry was on her features. 

“They’ll like me right?” 

Sana closed in on herself, hands dragging down the quilt to feel it one more time before folding in front of her stomach. Her eyes darted around the room before settling back on you. You hated seeing Sana like this. 

“You don’t have anything to worry about,” you pushed away from your place at the door and took Sana’s face in your hands, helping her to look up at you. “They’ll love you.”

You leaned down, your nose brushing against hers as a chuckle escaped her. 

“Just like you do,” she giggled cheekily. 

You kissed her to stop her teasing. 

“Hmm, sure,” but still, you admitted. “Just like I do.”  

Once your son had tired himself out and you had unpacked your things, you decided it was time to put him to bed. With his blue set of pyjamas that matched your ancient shark-patterned bed sheets, he clambered and got under the sheets, tucking himself in neatly. You took a seat by him on the bed, hand reaching out to comb his unruly hair out of his face. 

“How are you feeling?” you asked, a bit slowly. 

“Good,” your son admitted, “it’s nice to see grandma and grandpa again.” 

The muscle in your jaw tensed. 

You wished you could visit home often, a long drive or not, it wasn’t too hard to come back home. However, work dragged you away and you didn’t even have time to consider a plan for the weekend. Even now, your ‘long’ weekend as an excuse for a holiday was extended into a week of freedom after you’d lined up your leave days and practically begged for the holidays. There was no shame in it, the end of this year was important. There were big changes ahead. 

“Good,” you parroted. 

“Grandma loved my hat and said we can bake some treats from the cookbook,” he exclaimed. You nodded as he continued. “I asked her if we could make a cake—a blue one!—like Percy!”

“Like Percy,” you scoffed as you completed the sentence with him. 

“She said she knows a trick so the food doesn’t come out green,” he added and you didn’t doubt him. 

Ever since his class was given free rein over the library, your son has been reading quite a lot. On top of his fascination with cooking, of course. This was the longest he’s stuck with a hobby or interest, and reading that his favourite character managed to eat special blue food, catered to him by his loving mother, only spurred your son more to mimic it. 

With your help, and Sana’s… mostly Sana’s, your son has mastered green pastries, desserts and sweets. Or ogre food, as you lovingly call it. For reasons that you couldn’t guess, no dye seemed to do the trick, perhaps you were buying cheap brands?

“Yeah, I’m sure she does,” you rolled your eyes before pinching his nose, at which he swatted your hand away. 

“So which book are we reading tonight?” Sana asked, walking into your childhood home with a book in her hand. You could guess which one it was. 

“The Lightning Thief!” your son squealed when Sana held the book up. 

“Don’t you get tired of reading the same one again and again?” you asked, watching Sana as she took a seat on the other side of the bed. 

“Nope!” your son said, popping the ‘p’ for emphasis. 

“Okay, but aren’t you curious about what happens next—?”

“Oh, don’t start this again,” Sana said, as she conspirately shook her head with your son, clearly over your grumbling. 

“I’m just saying—!”

“Oh look at the time,” your son pulled up his empty wrist. “It’s bedtime, we only have time to read a few pages, let's get started!” 

Scowling, you pinched your son’s cheek and he had the audacity to giggle. 

Sana had started reading the chapter you’d stopped on. Her voice was soothing to listen to, even if the story wasn’t too uplifting. Getting comfortable, you curled up next to your son over his quilt and watched his drooping eyes struggle to stay open. 

As Sana finished the chapter, she glanced over. A smile tugged on her lips when she found that your son was deep asleep. 

With a nod, you kissed him on the forehead and made sure he was comfortable. Following suit, Sana placed a kiss of her own on his temple. The pair of you exited the room on your tiptoes and slowly closed the door behind you. 

“I’ll take the book back,” you said, extending your hand out. 

Instead, Sana placed a kiss on your cheek, her eyes lidded. 

“What was that for?” you asked, surprised but you weren’t complaining. 

“Just because,” she shrugged and then handed the book over to you. 

“Are you stalling seeing my parents?” you asked with a smirk as your hand came to rest by her neck, your thumb tipping her jaw to face you. 

“Not at all,” Sana said with such conviction that if you didn’t know her better, you’d have believed her. 

“They won’t take much time, I won’t let them interrogate you. I can tell them we’re tired and we need rest,” you said tilting your head to the side. “Which we do, honestly.” 

Sana nodded with a sigh, her eyes shuttered close as she leaned into the warmth of your palm. 

You pulled yourself in for a kiss, a gentle one, on her lips. Sana hummed before pushing away. 

“I’ll see you in a second,” you whispered. “You got this.”

She nodded and turned towards the stairs. You waited till she reached the bottom of the stairs before making your way to the guest room. Staying for such a short time, there was no need to unpack completely, and for that, you were slightly grateful. That meant you could hide things without anyone being the wiser. 

Dropping the book down on the open suitcase, you kneeled to rummage through the clothes. Making sure to lift layers of clothes as it is, you find a small velvet box at the very bottom. The sight of it brought a smile to your face. It can only mean so many things, though you still have some things to complete. 

Leaving it in the same room would be a gamble. The guest room was basically empty, anyone would be able to find it. Every other room in this house had someone staying in it or had them frequent it often. Anything moved out of its place would ring the alarm bells, no, you needed to hide this somewhere no one was likely to check. 

So you walked back to your childhood room and entered as quietly as you could. Your son was sound asleep. The left door on your cupboard creaked when it opened, but if you applied pressure on the hinges as you opened, it made barely any sound. Locating the bottommost drawer, you pulled up your old clothes and shoved the box at the very back before hiding it under the clothes. 

Happy with your task, you exited the room just as stealthily and made your way down to join your family as if nothing were amiss. 

Even with the help of your mother, it seems your son had difficulty mastering blue food. 

Somehow your mother managed to convince your son from an elaborate tiered cake to a classic sponge cake to plain old blueberry muffins. You’d hoped that maybe you could escape for the day, maybe with Sana, around your old neighbourhood. Unfortunately, you’d been roped in as assistant chefs and taste-testers instead. 

Seated on the couch, you watched three of the most important people in your family take a crack at making blueberry muffins which were actually blue in colour. Sana had been assigned mixing duty, which made no sense to you because you knew for a fact your mother had an ancient stand mixer lying around somewhere in the house. Though Sana didn’t seem to share your sense of justice as she was happy to do so. 

Your mother was taking her time going through the recipe book and teaching your son her own techniques. The sight helped you recall some of your own moments under her wing in the kitchen, though you were neither as interested nor skilled to be there. Oh but your son, he was completely enraptured. You’ve never seen him in school and struggled to attend parent-teacher meetings, but you guessed this is how he was in class as well. The swell of pride on your chest was an indescribable feeling. 

When Sana said that the batter was ready, your head perked up. Leaving your place on the couch, you made your way to the kitchen. Making sure your mother and son were distracted by the oven, you moved behind Sana. You had to be quick!

Rounding one hand on her waist, you placed your chin over her shoulder and at that, she chuckled while snuggling into your side. And then, you struck. 

Your free hand’s index finger dipped into the bowl to carry a dollop of aqua-blue batter straight into your mouth. 

By the time Sana had realized what you’d just done, you were already out of her reach. Her indignant shriek altered the other two chefs of your crime, though even they couldn’t do much now. 

When the muffins had been completed, you were surprised to see they were properly blue. Not some horrid inedible shade of green. 

Your first question after inhaling a few muffins alongside your father was to your mother. 

“How did you get them so blue?” you asked, staring at the dishes in the sink, looking as if a smurf had been murdered. “We never managed.”

“Well, depends if you bothered to buy the brand I told you to,” your mother showed an empty tube on the counter and you rolled your eyes at the dig.

“I did buy that brand!” you said, moving to pick up and examine the tube… only to find two more tubes hidden, flattened beyond recognition. 

“Well, then it depends on quantity,” your mother said as you turned on the balls of your feet, incredulous. 

“Is this much dye even healthy?” you asked, already reading the ingredients on the tube. 

“Guess we’ll find out,” your mother only shrugged as she looked at her husband, still scarfing down the muffins. You sent your mother another incredulous look but she just laughed at her own silly joke.

As the holiday came to an end, you finally got your chance to spend some time alone with Sana. 

Your father claimed he barely got any time to spend with his grandson. Of course, that was a complete lie. With how much time and money he spent, you’d even debated getting your son a gift at all. Though that was out of the question, you and Sana had already set your mind on what it was and had it ordered beforehand. You just had to go collect it. 

So your father said he’d take you all to the park. Once there, you let them go their own way. One moment, your son was accompanying your father and the next he was running at the nearest dog, eager to pet it. 

Holding hands, you and Sana watched as you made your way through the park. With every step, you were getting further away until you could see your son no more. Suddenly, the velvet box in your jacket pocket weighed you down, as if it had materialized into your jacket out of thin air. 

“Not going to lie,” Sana started, “I thought you’d show me more of your old home.”

“Oh, yeah? Like what?”

“I don’t know, something like your old friends? Your old school? Old hang-out spots?” Sana drew on. “Maybe how that high school enemy of yours and how they work at a general store, having never escaped this small town?”

“I don’t know what winter budget film you watched, but that’s not happening here,” you rolled your eyes at her imagination. “Also, what enemy?” 

“The first-place winner,” Sana said with a cheeky smile. 

“Oh please, I’m not that petty to be thinking about something that happened so long ago,��� Sana watched you intently, nodding along almost in a mocking manner. “And besides, they’re a professor at the university across the city, I believe.”

Sana’s grin widened as you just realised what you admitted.  

“I wasn’t keeping tabs on them! I just saw a post of theirs recently, alright!” you cried, though it fell on deaf ears. 

The most important thing to come out of the walk was your destination. To and back, it was mostly filled with Sana’s inane questions (filled with imaginative scenarios to paint you as some egregious husk of a human, might you add) and you answering them with proper facts and maybe some anecdotes. Sana stopped by the crafts store to collect wrapping paper while you collected your son’s gift. 

It was the following series of his favourite books; Heroes of Olympus. 

Yes, he has yet to finish the last two books of the current series. And yes, you’d only just berated (teased) him about rereading the first book. But you could just imagine how his face would light up when he sees these books. In fact… you don’t even know if you’ll be reading these books to him by the time he gets to them, which was strange to think about but really, there wasn’t a better gift for your son. 

When you arrived back home, your son was taking a nap on the couch, which made it all the more easier to wrap the present for him and get dinner ready.

When your son woke up the table was already set and the first thing he did was take his seat. All eyes were on him, everyone was wearing smiles watching him practically bounce on his seat. He gets to have his dinner, the muffins that he made, and then open his gifts early. Your father, chuckling, ruffled his hair and took a seat beside him. 

Dinner, for the most part, was uneventful as usual. That's not to say you didn’t have any fun. You did, you really did. As you ate your meal, you took a backseat in the conversation, observing just how comfortable Sana was alongside your family. She had absolutely nothing to be worried about. Your parents adored her. Almost as much as how much you and your son did. 

“So when is it?” your father’s question filtered in and you looked away from your nearly clean plate. 

“When is what?” you asked before taking your final bite. 

“I asked when are you two getting married?” 

Sana had to rub your back so you didn’t choke on your food, or worse, spit it across the table. 

“What?” you tip a sip of water. “What do you mean?” 

“It’s a valid question, really,” your mother admitted, not really looking at you, but you could see the smile toying at the edge of her lips. 

“Yeah, when is it happening?” your son looked up at you, eyes wide and shiny. 

“Um…” you turned to Sana for some help. Instead, she took her hand from your back and placed her chin on it, leaning in and expecting your answer as well. 

The velvet box seemed to burn in your jacket pocket.

Somehow, you’d managed to get out of that dreadful situation. 

Once the plates were cleared and blueberry muffins disappeared. It was time for presents. 

As if aware of what he might get, your son gravitated toward the large box set you’d gotten. And you were right. 

Nothing could compare to the expression on his face when he realized what he’d gotten. 

Without hesitation, he jumped into your arms and thanked you a thousand times. You reminded him that Sana had pitched in as well and he was flying at her to give her the same treatment. 

Perhaps, you were petty. 

Because you took pride that no other gift earned the same amount of excitement. 

The night settled down and your family received one last gift from your mother. 

When all of you were out, she’d tidied up the backyard and made hot chocolate.

All throughout this holiday, every moment seemed to be building up to this one. 

Under the twinkling fairy lights, you joined your son on the steps to the backyard. He was sitting with his knees up, his hands toying with a small figurine of Poseidon. Sana had bought it for him the moment she laid eyes on it, having thrifted it from some store, you couldn’t help but smile at the memory. 

Seeming to be in deep thought, your son watched the sight before him. With steaming cups of hot chocolate in their hands, your parents conversed with Sana. You didn’t know what she said, but it had your father throwing his head back and letting loose a loud snort. Your mother’s eyes crinkled in amusement as she flitted her attention back and forth between them. 

Clearing your throat, you began to speak. “Your hot chocolate is turning into cold chocolate, you know.” 

You were sure that comment would earn a look from him, but instead, your son moved a hand towards his cup, the figurine still in the other. He sighed and brought the cup to his mouth anyway. But before he could take a sip, you switched out his for your own cup. 

“Here, have mine,” you said, carefully placing the warm cup in his hands. 

Your son mumbled his thanks and sipped the drink silently, his eyes back on Sana. There was something he wanted to say. You had something you wanted to ask him too. But you decided to wait him out, let him come to you first because you surmised both of you wanted to discuss the same thing. 

And so for a moment, on Christmas day, you sat in silence with your son, on the steps to your childhood backyard, sipping warm (and yours, cold) chocolate. 

When he was done halfway with his hot chocolate, he placed the cup back down. You followed him. His hands were fidgeting with the figurine again, spinning it round and round, only stopping from time to time to run his index finger over the trident. 

“Grandpa was right, you know,” you’ve never heard your son’s voice so small. Wavering, as if he were confused, nervous even. “Why haven’t you asked Sana to marry you?” 

He paused to bite his lip while his eyes flitted to the figurine, thumb caressing the figurine’s armour. 

“Is it because of me?” he asked. The utterance is almost like an exhale, light but onerous. 

It would be so easy to provide empty consolation, that no, it wasn’t anything to do with him. But he knows you too well for that to pass, he’d see right through your attempt. Your son is already quite wise beyond his years, especially at the most inopportune times for you, and was only getting older. For as long as you can remember, it's only ever been the two of you. 

Your dates, however rare, come and go. His babysitters, much to his distaste in the beginning, come and go. Having a partner at the start seemed so important, if not to share the burden of caring for a child, then to at least have another figure for your son to look up to. And when you questioned that sort of thinking, you’d figured that all that really mattered was that you were there for your son. With little time as you did have with him in your day, you fought to make time for him. You hadn’t even entertained the idea, that perhaps, you’d date just for yourself. When it came to your son or some romantic dalliance that would never amount to anything real, the choice was easy. 

Because at the end of the day, it's only ever been the two of you. 

But all of that changed when Sana arrived at your doorstep. 

You doubted that neither of you, all three of you even, expected this outcome. 

So you understood where your son was coming from, asking this question. 

And you decided to be honest with your son, as you always have. 

“Yes, in a way.” 

Finally, your son turned his full attention to you. His hands were still holding the figurine, but they weren’t fidgeting anymore. 

You also turned to face him. 

Round eyes had turned sharp, searching for something. Yet his face was a little less expressive, more difficult to read. There were lines of worry decorating his forehead, he seemed older. He’s always by your side, it’s so easy to miss. But this close, on this night, it was obvious. He had grown up. 

“Before I asked her, I wanted to ask you,” you confessed. The velvet box that was previously hidden underneath your old clothes in the third drawer of your cupboard was now heavy in your pocket. Your son tilted his head in question. “For as long as I can remember, it has been just you and me.”

You sighed. These words were harder to get out than you’d expected. 

“I know you like Sana, and I know she already stays with us, and I know you know how much I love her,” the corner of your son’s lips twitched up a bit. “But there’s a difference between being together and being married. I think it’s a big step. And I don’t want to take that step with your blessing.” 

It only took your son a fraction of a second to react. He nodded, eager to say yes. 

“Of course, I want this for you,” he said, grinning. “She makes you happy. You make her happy too. And that makes me happy!” 

And he was back. 

He was giggling to himself as he poked your side with a finger. You rolled your eyes as you tried to brave the tickling sensation. 

“But seriously, I want this,” he nodded before turning his attention back to his cup of hot chocolate. He was going to take a sip, but stopped and looked at you. “And… and thanks for asking me.” 

“Of course,” was all you could say as both of you went to take a sip from your mugs. 

“Ugh!” your son let out an ugly bleh! and frowned. Your parents and Sana turned to look over at you. “This is so cold! Is yours too?” 

Your mother chuckled and nodded. From across the yard, she asked. “Shall we go heat them up?” 

“Yes, please!” your son stood up and pocketed his figurine. He extended a hand for your cup as well. When you gave it up, he whispered conspiraterly before your mother could whisk him away. “Good luck! You got this!”

And then with a giggle, he’d skipped off into the house. 

Your mother stopped at the steps just as you got up and dusted yourself up. 

“What were you two whispering about?” she asked with an uptick of her brow as if she hadn’t had her guesses. You shrugged. 

“What were you laughing about?” you asked. Your mother glanced back at your father and Sana, then back to you. She shrugged. 

“Okay, be like that then,” you said and your mother only chuckled. 

Then, she turned back again and called out to your father. “Did you take your tablets?” 

“Shit, no!” your father excused himself and rushed over. 

“Language!” your mother said as your father zoomed past, though he was more hobbling. Then your mother looked back at you. “She’ll say yes.”

And with that, she followed your father in and closed the balcony door to shut away the cold air. 

You turned to Sana. She was already looking at you. 

Without a mug, she had nothing to fidget with, so she had her hands steepled in front of her stomach. Her eyes were wide, expectant, as you made your way over. 

“Hey,” you said, both your hands finding their place in your pockets. Of course, it was only a front to find the box they were hiding. 

“Hi,” she said, the corner of her lips twitching up. 

There was nothing left to do. Nothing more you were so sure of. 

So instead of stuffing up the moment with unprepared words and emotion, you pulled out the box. 

Sana didn’t gasp or squeal or tear up. She just raised her steepled hands to her lips, her cheeks pushed up so high, elated crinkles forming beside her eyes. 

You weren't a grand person either. No big dinner, no big celebration, no build-up. You’d considered it, you really had, merely for the sake of Sana. But everything else just felt so unlike you, well, unlike the pair of you. Your start had been so simple, so unassuming, only because there was already so much between you. And everything that had followed, with her, and her with your son, had been the same. Everything just made sense. 

But you did think, perhaps, you should get down on one knee. 

So you started lowering yourself to the ground as you opened the box. But before you could complete the pose, Sana grabbed you by your collar and pulled you into a crushing kiss. 

You surmised that was a yes and smiled into the kiss.

“Come on, come on,” your son was ecstatic, practically shooting off from his seat on the couch. Sana only smiled to herself as she set up the laptop on the coffee table, making sure the camera showed everyone and that she looked all right. “We’re in!”

Handing Sana the mugs in your hands, you seated yourself down and lifted your son onto your lap. Just as you were taking back your mug, a shrill voice shrieked. “Sana!”

Your son giggled while your eyes widened. Because Sana returned the greeting with the same energy. “Nayeon!”

You’ve heard of that one before, Nayeon, and seen photos of her too. Well, you couldn’t remember exactly, Sana had quite the group of friends but when Nayeon’s face appeared along with another person, you just smiled and waved awkwardly. 

“Hi! It’s so nice to finally meet you,” Nayeon said politely to you just as another screen popped up. You knew them, the newlyweds!

You parroted her greeting as more screens popped up with familiar faces, but none close. You’ve only heard stories or seen photos. The laptop erupted with voices, none of which you recognized, it was quite overwhelming. Though, Sana had no trouble at all catching the flow of the conversation and laughing along. Your son seemed to follow her, although silently. Someone with the name of Choi Tzuyu housed two people on their screen, they both waved at your son, who responded eagerly. 

“I think everyone is here!” one of the women said, her profile name read Jihyo. She was clearly wearing a suit, though her tie had been undone. “Yup, headcount done, everyone is here. How are we moving forward with this?” 

“Well, that depends on Sana, really,” a woman from Nayeon’s screen said, she’d just joined the pair that was already there. She was wearing a smug smile, and in response, Sana rolled her eyes. 

Both you and your son turned to Sana, expectant. 

Grinning at the ground, feigning bashfulness, Sana held up her left hand. And there it was, glinting in the light, your engagement ring. 

The audio lagged from how much volume erupted. Someone wolf-whistled, while the others laughed and clapped. You knew people were congratulating you, but you were too busy fending off Sana burying her forehead into your shoulder. Only your son seemed to delight in the revelry. 

And then, to your horror, someone yelled. “Show us your ring too!” 

Before you could even lift your hand, your son had taken your left hand and held it above his head, showcasing the matching ring!

Someone shrieked again, although this time around the celebration was a bit more subdued. 

“Damn, I thought we were all gonna scream again but okay,” the one with the profile name Hirai Momo said, while the person next to them swatted their arm. “What? It’s—”

“Please ignore Momo, congrats on your engagement,” Jihyo said, leaning forward, trying to look right at you. “I know Sana has been excited about this for quite a while.” 

“Oh,” was all you could say, as Sana pulled away from you, a blush coating her cheeks. 

“We knew this was coming,” the profile Dahyun said, “but I think this is the first child in our little group—hello!”

Your son perked up as all attention was on him. “Hello!” 

He was readying himself to be asked questions, to share his interest in cooking with a whole new group of people, though the conversation switched again. 

“He’s not the first child, we have children too,” Momo whined. “Look, Boo and Dobby are here.” 

And then she continued to make the most obnoxious noise to call over her dogs. 

“You did not just compare an adorable kid to your feral dogs,” said the person next to Momo, even though they reached out to a dog themself and picked one up. “I’m sorry for this one, kid.” 

Your son didn’t seem to mind, instead, he was absolutely taken with the two dogs in the hands of the couple. 

“Then, I guess I have children too,” someone from the profile Choi Tzuyu said and called over another dog too. 

“Oh, Tzuyu, you’re back home?” someone asked and once again, the conversation changed. 

Smiling at the sight, you were content with just seeing Sana interact with her friends. She’d been pretty adamant about staying with you for this Christmas, and she’d mentioned how horrid the one before had been. It was the reason this group had decided to call this time around. 

Then out of the blue, Jihyo asked. “So when is the wedding?”

“Why are you asking? So you can bring that plus-one of yours from last time?” 

The call erupted again. 

“Right, right, how long are you just going to be attending weddings? When are you going—”

“Jeongyeon, I’m going to stop you right there, you’re giving me traumatic flashbacks to my mom,” Jihyo said, holding up her hands. “And, that plus-one was a one-time thing, I’ll probably never see them again.” 

“They’ll probably be there for Sana’s wedding, let's be honest,” even the slightest mention of your wedding had you sweating. Sana seemed to notice. 

Muting yourself, Sana turned to you. “They’re going to go at this for a while, thanks for agreeing to meet them… they’re basically family to me.” 

“Yeah, no, of course,” you said, placing a quick kiss on her cheek. You ignored the one who whistled again. You were muted, not off-camera. You tried not to display your embarrassment. “I’ll get this one ready for bed then.” 

Your son was pouting, but Sana just nodded. “I’ll finish up this call, and we can finish up your favourite chapter.” 

At that, your son’s smile returned. 

“Come on,” you said, picking him up and giving him a boost to land across the couch. You took the empty mug from Sana’s hand and left as she re-entered the conversation as if her little pause never occurred. 

“Mina! Ask Mina, she’s single too—!”

“But we’re here to talk about you, Jihyo—!”

“What do you mean? You just got engaged!”

Their voices faded with every step you took away from Sana, your son in tow. 

Maybe it was the end of the year, maybe it was the communal holiday spirit, but every Christmas, you found yourself reminiscing about past memories. Watching your son take his first steps, to watching him become confident in his own skin, you were glad he was surrounded by people who loved him as much as you did. And now, that permanently included Sana. These holidays have changed so many things, all of which you were so deeply grateful for. 

Surged with a wave of emotion upon reaching the threshold of your childhood bedroom,  and unable to suppress your elation, you grabbed your son by the hips and lifted him into the air. You were sure the sound of his surprised giggles would stay imprinted in your mind for many more Christmases to come.

any feedback is much appreciated.

a/n: first and foremost, i am so very sorry dear anon for getting this to you almost two fucking years later ;-; and second, happy percy jackson day !!

tagging: @someone-who-likes-broccoli

[forever-fan]

Sing A Requiem For The Broken Songbird

So, I'm currently writing a fic on ao3. I'm writing chapter 5 rn.

The basic premise is that when Jason died, he met and fell in love with Danny/Phantom. However, when Jason was revived, he never knew that Danny was still half alive. Jason goes about the next six years (age 16-22) being brokenhearted and trying to distract himself from said broken heart.

One night, while on patrol, Jason sees a young man hanging out by the edge of a roof in Crime Alley. Jason approaches the man on the apartment building and finds out that the guy was just getting some fresh air. They end up talking for a bit but the man leaves for his apartment without ever sharing his name. Jason was in costume so clearly the man didn't know his name either.

Jason finds the man on the rooftop the next night. And the night after that. And the night after that. Eventually, Jason learns the man's last name is Nightingale. One night, Nightingale reveals that he's a halfa and can tell that Jason is a halfa too. He offers Jason treatment for the damage that the "Lazarus Waters" and sudden revival inflicted upon Jason's core. Jason accepts and begins a multi-month detox.

Jason and Nightingale grow close and it becomes clear that they both developed feelings, but neither of them act upon it. When Jason asks Nightingale about this a week into getting ecto-supplements, Nightingale tells Jason how he once had a love. He explains that he met his love when his love was a ghost. Nightingale told Jason that his love had been revived. While Nightingale understood his love might live his life and fall for another, Nightingale himself couldn't bare to move on.

When Nightingale turns the question to Jason, the vigilante replies that it was a similar situation, but Jason was the one revived. Jason then tells Nightingale that because he and his boyfriend never technically broke up, Jason still views himself as in a relationship. Jason also makes it very clear that he does not support cheating. Nightingale and Jason end up agreeing on staying friends and becoming no more.

After another few weeks of Jason's treatment, the two begin to share drinks on the roof. They share stories of their lovers, but they never reveal anything that can identify who exactly their lover was. On a random night, the roof access door is opened by a little 5-year-old girl. (Yes this fic has an oc. Get over it.)

After calming his daughter from her nightmare and putting her back in bed, Nightingale explained that his ghost form was biologically male, but his physical human body was technically trans. He once transformed accidentally while his lover had momentarily blacked out. His daughter was the best accident of his half-life.

I haven't decided exactly how I want the two dumbasses to find out that Jason = Red Hood and Phantom/Danny = Nightingale, but it will happen. Anygays, this is how I'm spending my summer. Writing DCxDP fanfiction. Chapter 5 out soon.

[d1ssenter-be-damned]

*opens trenchcoat to reveal several pamphlets with fic tropes on them* What kind of nicities might you be interested in Tumblr user error-is-bae? `<•##>3

well hello there anonymous tumblr user that im fairly certain is one of two people.

listen man i know everyone and their dog has written a fic where gabriel atones for the errors of his ways by throwing himself into rebuilding lust w minos. but i cannot get the concept out of my head

every interp ive seen thus far has minos be angry, yes, but i dont think hes been angry enough. i want him to break. i want him to tear into gabriel like a rabid fucking beast. i want him to grab him by the throat and throw him to the floor hard enough shards of concrete get lodged in his lungs. i want gabriel to scramble back instinctively because he knows hes no match for a prime soul, especially not without his Light but he's not fast enough and then Minos grabs him again and he can't breathe--

and i want him to just go limp. to accept his fate. and minos just gets angrier because he wants him to fight, he wants to revel in the feeling of his bones crunching and listening to him scream but it's not satisfying if he doesnt fight back and he did not waste away in that god forsaken prison watching everything he'd worked so hard to achieve (peacefully! he never wanted a fight, he wanted to thrive, he tried to reason--) be torn down by his own withered hands only for gabriel to rob him of what little gratification he could receive as if he hadn't already taken everything from him. i want him to roar "why won't you fight me?!" as he lifts gabriel by his collar. he wants to see the spirit that gabriel had before (when they were colleagues, friends even, when they would spend their time debating philosophy and literature and enjoying being together), wants to watch it break under his fists--

(and he thinks of the way gabriel looked down at him so long ago, the divine light of the spear held to his throat shining across his armor, the way he had pleaded for some of that previous kindness to return only to feel as the head pierced his skin and dug its way through his flesh, blood curling down his neck in rivulets and pooling in his mouth as he gasped for any semblance of breath he could take--)

and for just a second he thinks of how things could have been so much different if gabriel had a heart. if he was allowed to rule his kingdom in peace, allowed to let his people prosper and grow and have a second chance. and he looks at gabriel, sad and limp and broken in his grip, but hes not broken like a warrior after a valiant fight or a killer after a spree, hes broken like a fledgling bird with clipped feathers pecking at fingers for its own survival, like a child tucked away in a damp street corner waiting for it to be safe to move again, like the people he had helped build a new life in death.

and on one hand it infuriates him because gabriel is the reason he never got to see his people thrive, never got to see his kingdom grow and live and by all means he should despise him for everything hes done

but at the same time he remembers the gabriel from before the Council, remembers their late nights together, remembers the intelligence and the wit and the charm and the kindness they had Beaten out of him, sees how hopeless and faithless he has become

and sees that he has the chance to be better.

but he has to think about it. so he drops gabriel to the ground and watches as he scuttles back and coughs for breath and looks up at him and can practically feel the confusion and disbelief radiating off of him and if he's honest hes not sure hes making the right decision either. so he turns around and stalks away before he has the chance to change his mind.

anygays. i spent way too long writing this out cus im just obsessed with the concept of them growing closer Slowly because obviously minos can never truly forgive him and gabriel cant ever be rid of that Guilt but i do think there's something there to work from. they just have to put in some effort.

[strangestland]

I have not slept in so long I have only allowed this vassal of a body to sleep for not 2 hours at this time. All thought has left me as I walk this mortal plain. It is the witching hour currently as I rise from my bed.

Anygays I published the weed brownie fic LMAO (the skin is a huge issue GRRR gonna have to edit it over this week cause I've been working on this cursed fic for too long

thank to @ireallyliketalldarksultrymen for the title lmao

(It's shit but it was fun to write)

[eunchancorner]

If you don’t me requesting for some headcanons, do you have any for the hatzgang by chance? Generic or tickle, or both, which ever you want:3

I AM LITERALLY WRITING A FIC FOR THEM RN HOLY SHIT This is actually so perfectly timed-

Regular HCs:

-Ross was pretty emo for about a year or two but grew out of it pretty quickly

-Robert has tried many times to convince his parents to get a dog, but it doesn't go very well

-In fact, him and Roy once tried to sneak a dog into Robert's room but Radford caught them. He promised to keep quiet if they returned the dog

-Remember how Ross likes bike rides? (If you didn't know this, go read the wiki.) Sometimes Rob skates along with him.

-Ross has no fucking idea how to hold a cat

-The other two would hold a cat like they held the doll in Deadly Smiles

-They have sleepovers REALLY often, but never at Roy's house

-They all have different favorite games (Ross: Mario Kart, Robert: Lego Star Wars, Roy: GTA5)

Tickle HCs:

-Getting the depressing HC out of the way first: Roy's parents never tickle him. Like, never ever. He's just their little legacy, so he never gets affection.

-Ross and Robert, however, have received many tickles in their lives

-Ross is about 40% ler, 60% lee

-Jaune thinks tickling her son is the most fun thing in the world, so Ross gets tickled almost daily.

-His worst spot is his belly, his ears coming in a close second (BEANIE OF PROTECTIONNNNNNNNN)

-He does enjoy it but is SUPER secretive about it, it's SO embarrassing to him

-Bro curls tf up like a little hedgehog when tkled and it's the cutest thing 🥺

-However, he is the most EVIL of lers. Teasing, anticipation, this boy WILL study your reactions and WILL figure out how to fluster you

-His friends love hate it

-Since he gets a little awkward about affection, sometimes he'll cuddle, sometimes it's just a pat on the back and some water

-Robert, however, is constantly getting into tickle fights with his siblings

-Usually this ends up with three of them teaming against the fourth (the fourth most commonly being Radford, surprisingly enough!)

-Half ler, half lee, all shameless tickle-enjoyer!

-Tho it does get a bit embarrassing when he's tickled in front of his friends

-He does get over it tho, and does love including them in his tickly shenanigans

-His worst spot is his sides, such an easy spot to get too, poor boi.

-He's the tallest but also the easiest to lift up bc he's a fucken STICK and it makes him SO easy to get.

-He's also SUCH a squirmer, like, you gotta pin this boi down or lift him up to have a CHANCE

-But him as a ler, oh SHIT you are in trouble

-Bro is FAST, you can't run, you can't hide, can't do shit before he catches you

-He LOVES cooing at his lee's reactions, he can't help it, he loves making his friends smile!

-He is the cuddle KING afterwards tho, he'll make sure you're nice and comfy and cozy

-If that's not your thing tho, he'll respect that too!

-Now ROY... oh god this is gonna get complicated.

-Poor boi has never been tickled until one fateful sleepover

-Twas there he learned the full extent of his ticklishness... and how much he loved it

-Ofc, he's WAY too prideful to admit it

-70% ler, 30% lee, but a glass cannon oml

-Before he knew he was ticklish, he was SUCH a huge ler oml

-He loves teasing his friends about how ticklish they are while he just fucking WRECKS them

-Cockiest little shit too like put him in his place lol

-But he CANNOT take what he dishes out.

-Worst spots are his belly and armpits, but bro is practically a walking tickle spot

-Teasing makes him turn into a freaking tomato oml

-And he just CRUMPLES too

-In short, when it comes to Hatzgang tickle fights, he's probably gonna end up losing if he gets got fast enough

WOW this ended up long, anygay if I think up more I'll probably rb this post and add them, or if you wanna add your own, feel free to rb with them, I love reading other people's hcs!

[beeloovedd]

Cough cough you should write silly 2Dace fluff

Ofc! Also love the siren au I literally screamed when I saw the request 😭 anygays,

Fic under the cut 🫶

grass pillows

Ace pov:

I wake up a bit and yawn, I roll over to go hug 2D till I realize he isint there?? He was there when I fell asleep?? he literally fell asleep before me! I slowly get up and rub my eyes, I stand up and stumble a bit then get a bit more stable. I look around the house but see nothing. "Stu? Stuuuuuu??" I say quietly as I look around the house for 2D. I decide to knock a noodles door since him and her have like 'sibling nights' I guess they call it? I dunno but the next day 'D comes out with his hair and makeup done along with his nails. a few seconds later noodle answers "yea?" She says tiredly "you know where 'D is?" I ask as I glance around her room for a second "uh I think I heard him singing or something in the backyard" why would he be in the backyard? "Uh ok thanks noodle" I say as I make my way to the backyard "Stu?'. I glance around then see a blue mop of hair laying in the grass. I let out a sigh of relief that I found him and slowly walk over, he's wearing headphones so I can't tell if he can hear me, his eyes are also closed so I don't know if he's awake. "Hey uh Stu you good?" I say and wave a hand over his face, he doesn't wake up. I chuckle as I realize he's asleep, I gently take off his headphones and carefully and slowly pick him up. He may be taller and older then me but he's very light. As I carry him back to bed he wakes up a bit "eh? Oh hey Ace" he yawns, I smile done at him "hey, what were you doing in the grass?" I say still a bit confused "thinking" he yawns out. I raise an eyebrow and lay him down. "About?" I ask and lay back down next to him. He curls up to me with his head on my chest "dunno" he slurs out with a tired voice. I chuckle and kiss his head "night Stu"

So cute 🤍

[richierambles]

my opinion on IT ships

what??? richie tozier himself is giving hys opinion on getting shipped with his friends??? more likely than you think ;3 basically i was bored and currently procrastinating switching out so our academic can study (hate my life get me back to derry yall</3) BUT ANYGAY XD here we go ✨✨✨

Reddie: 7/10 I have a complicated opinion on this one. The fandom loves it, and as a concept? Sure it's fucking awesome. BUT. I've had a Bad experience dating an Eddie fictive, I won't say much besides that our old host (hate his ass) basically forced me into that relationship just bc he shipped reddie and that caused a shit ton of trouble 😃 But anygay I still ship it as long as I myself am not part of the relationship XD (I'm. actually writing a reddie fic rn. XD)

Stenbrough: 7.5/10 Another fandom favorite! The way I see it, they'd be sweet af. Like, healthiest relationship ever been. What's wrong with it then? The same thing as reddie, Belle (our Bill fictive, mtf, she/her, misgender and/or deadname her and imma be after your ass<3 and not in the MrsK way) got forced into a relationship with a Stan fictive, but it went So Much Worse than mine for some reason TwT And welp I still ship it but kinda eh-ish (the 0.5 it has more than reddie is bc im not in the ship XD)

Benverly: 6/10 I need y'all to know, I'm talking about IT 2017, not about the adult Losers. Adult benverly get a 9/10 at least, but teen benverly? I don't see it. I don't think bev is ok enough to have a healthy relationship, and I'm pretty sure they'd end the same way as most highschool sweethearts - breaking up. Though, I'm pretty sure they'd be sweeter than stenbrough for the time they lasted

Billverly: 3/10 1. POOR BEN????😭 2. In my exomemories they actually tried it and broke up (in good terms) like 2 months later so- nah they don't work XD

Steddie: 9/10 Stan x Eddie not the ST one 💀 our system's steddie are dating, another system's steddie are ALSO dating, and I can tell you they're a super healthy and sweet relationship. Basically the best one, but the fandom doesn't almost make content of them which sucks ass 🥲

Stan x Richie (idk the ship name 😭): 8/10 YES. I remember having crushed on Stan for So Much Time. Like. Not as much time as crushing on Eds (nor that big of a crush) but almost there. Stan is just so pretty ok XD

Bike: 2/10 2 points just because of the ship name, Mikey is aroace and I'll die on that hill<3

Bill x Eddie: 5/10 If we're talking about the book? Fuck yeah. If we're talking about the movies? Fuck no.

Bichie: 10/10 This is just because of my half-requited crush on Belle. Literally just because of that. I don't even make/read content of it. I've just been crushing on her for like 9 months that's the entire reason for this ship 😭

Connor x Richie: 0/10 No. Nothing else to say. Connor, at least in my exomemories, was a fucking ass and doesn't deserve me<3

Poly Losers Club: 1/10 We're Friends, poly feels weird 😭 how would even a polycule of Seven people work??😭 (no offense to people who are in polycules just. too many people with too many different sexualities. i can't see it XD) I'll still admit, I've consumed content of it just because I couldn't find what I was looking for in the other ships' tags TwT

Platonic Beverly x Richie: 100/10 PLATONIC, romantic would be weird af but PLATONICALLY dating Bev is awesome she's the best<3 (If anyone's curious, yes I'm platonically married to our system's Bev XD)

If y'all wanna see my opinions on any other ship, just ask! Or on anything else tbh, I love rambling about my source XD

[callsigncrash]

Oh-oh-oh here I am

On my knees again-

To ask for more fics bcz ur amazing:b

And this time I'm curious on how Yamori and any other person from Tokyo Ghoul you want to write romantic hc's with a male reader that's pretty small and a bit weak, high key low key intimidated by how strong they are but loves it at the same time and gets flustered when they show their strength-

Anygays, thanks for all ur kindness in writing my dream fanfics ^^

Naki and Yamori Hcs (Separate) with a Meek but Loving Male S/O

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Yamori

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Yamori is already a big and intimidating guy even to people who are up there in stature so he can only imagine how it must be for you. And when I say he can only imagine, I mean he loves to imagine it. He won’t lord it over you but he’ll definitely try to subtly enjoy every time you need him to grab or do things and the way you sink away slightly before smiling again when he imposes his height on you.

He also just enjoys how y’all look in public. It maintains his intimidating aura and demeanor but it also shows his tact and care with someone so delicate being involved with him.

He’s the type to pick you up or lift you when he hugs you in private.

May or may not try to dance with you a bit solely because of your reactions and the fact that he towers over you. He’s got that smug smile on the entire time.

He likes how small your hands are. He really enjoys when he takes your hand and you blush and look away since it gives him an excuse to point your face back to him with said large hand.

Sometimes when he’s doing laundry he takes the time to look at how small your clothes are compared to him.

He gets a chuckle out of you wearing his jacket.

Cuddles will be amazing if you’re considerably smaller than him. When spooning he’ll have his arms all the way around you and might flip you over to on top of him when he’s shifting in his sleep.

Naki

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He won’t ever admit but he’s happy that you’re smaller like him. He always feels insecure because he knows he’s not as built or even just as tall as a lot of people so he feels better knowing that he’s taller for once.

He feels a little giddy when he’s able to make you flustered.

He’s always wanted to hug someone who he has to bend down for and not the other way around so you’ll be getting a lot of affection from him.

Even if there’s a step stool somewhere, please let him grab whatever it is for you. It boosts his ego plus he’ll give you another big hug when he’s handing whatever it is to you.

Much like Yamori, he loves the hand size difference. He likes to do that Tarzan thing where you put your hands together so that he can look at your smaller ones in comparison to his.

He’s the type to compare your shoe sizes when he’s alone. It reminds him how small you actually are in comparison. Again, major ego boost.

He’s already clingy but he’ll be way more clingy when in public just to prove a point to people.

[astraystayyh]

Sahar girl, have I told you how warm your writing makes me feel?

'Cause babes, I was expecting an amazing story after I saw your posts late last night (my time) squealing abt hyune, but I'd never imagine what you would have written from such simple pictures to be so beautiful TwTTTTT (excuse me for a moment while I continue to squeal and roll about my bed <3)

Like your stories are a dream come true <3 School had just started back up for me today, and I was so absolutely done with it the first step I had taken into the school grounds, but you constantly give me something to look forward to and I literally love you so much for that.

Anygays, no idea where I'm going with this, just wanted to tell you how much I appreciate you and your stories <3333

With lots of love, hugs & kisses, V~

(also, just a rlly random question, how do you become mutuals w someone? do you literally just send in an ask and beg them to be your friend?)

AKSJJDJD i can't believe everyone saw me die over hyune 😭😭😭😭😭 i feel exposed AJJSHS

but thank you so so so much omg for taking the time to send this to me ☹️☹️ im so happy my fics are something u can look forward to waahhhh that's such a grand honor to me 🥺🥺🥺 ill never take this for granted thank you so much my love,,,, lots of love and kisses and hugs back <33333

anddd i have 0 clue over tumblr etiquette but i think if u interact with someone u end up following each other..? like sending them asks and what not,, if anyone has an idea please comment akzjjdjd

[sokoviansimp]

Back from Europe

I'm back from Holland now and the trip was incredible. I'm really lucky that I wasn't sick at all during the trip; I was sick about a week before and I am sick as a dog once again now that I'm back home.

anygays, I'm sure you don't care much about that. I'm in the process of writing a fic that's different from my usual stuff. May be 18+, I haven't decided yet how far I'm going to take it, but I'm really excited about it. It's at about 6k words now. also not sure if I want to make it a series or just one long standalone fic. (kinda leaning toward the latter)

I'll post a sneak peek directly after this

[thealmightysimpren]

AHEM* okay so l'm kinda very stupid bc I forgot for a while that I decided to write fan-fics..... Anygays a while ago someone asked me for “Lubbock confessing to Najenda" and I feel so sorry. that it took me this long to make this. This was requested by @lujenda

It was a normal hot day the members of night raid doing their daily routers akame was cleaning her sword tatsumi doing anything and everything Leone and mine taking a bath in the hot springs bulat was training like the hot gay guy he is (bc like that one scene of him when he was o the boat with tatsumi got me fired up fr fr) (also rip) and so on while the one and only pervert of the group was busy stalking their beautiful and strong leader who was on a hunt for wild game.

Najenda ofc new she was being followed but paid Lubbock no mind continuing on her way. After about an hour she had caught enough for the next few days. Then she yelled

“Lubbock get your ass out from those bushes and help me drag all this food back!”

Lubbock sprung up in surprise and saluted “YES MA’AM!”

Quickly he uses his imperial arms to wrap up the animals in and tries to start dragging them but fails. Najenda then sighs and takes the now bundled up animals in one arms and says

“let’s go ya idiot”

Lubbock nods his head eagerly.

After some walking they then retch the base and bring the food to the kitchen for akame to choose what to cook. But before they enter the kitchen Lubbock speaks

“wait! ms Najenda I have something to tell you”

Najenda then turns to look at Lubbock knowing what he is going to say.

“I love you so please go out with me!!!” He says with complete seriousness

“no” Najenda says immediately. It’s not that she doesn’t like him but feelings will get in the way of the mission. but…if she had the choice she would say yes.

disappointed because of yet another rejection Lubbock looks towards the ground. But the feels something on his head.

he looks up to see the it’s Najendas hand on his head. And with a smile on her face she says

“maybe in the future”

now psyched up Lubbock jumps and becomes energetic once again.

[setsugekka]

(tumblr doing everything but it’s job thanks 🙄)

(happy birthday todo to my itadori 😽)

i’m back <3 its been a while since you mentioned the characterization of the cast in this fic (the ask I sent a long time ago lol) and I was wanting to ask (if its ok) what is the current characterization now? is yunho still playing the role of shiori?

the reunion of seonghwa and mc

I can feel her frustration at his attitude while they were talking, but I am not sure if the reunion was something mutual given seonghwa’s reaction and how quickly he dismissed her for the rose bride not even two minutes into their meeting so I am looking forward to how their relationship progresses (or regresses) especially since she put in so much effort to be reunited with him again, joining a place such as this, surely it wasn’t just to say hi to him again for two seconds

I love how perfectly you captured saionji’s character in yeosang. i hate him already (jk) and the dueling scene!! *faints* it felt like I was watching the first episode all over again. I can’t wait to see what you do with this series next (take your time obviously <3) (also at work today: one of my co-workers was talking to me about anime and I asked her if she’s seen rgu, and she said she has! so me and her were talking about during our lunch breaks today. good times 💛)

you would think that it would be easier to actually have the messages that you send to other users, actually delivered. BUT NO.

what is the current characterization now?

no changes have been made 🥰 the ways that the characters they are meant to express themselves and some of the choices they will make, levels they will go to, etc, are probably going to differ from canon to this (because i don't want it to be 1:1). i don't want to give all of the casting choices away just yet, but i will say that yeosang/saionji is much crazier in this, and will, in ways, play a much larger role.

I can feel her frustration at his attitude while they were talking

he's so annoying but frankly, so is touga 🙄 AND ESPECIALLY IN ADOLESCENCE OF UTENA. which this scene is specifically written after.

annoying ass man. i can fix him (a bit, author way.)

I love how perfectly you captured saionji’s character in yeosang. i hate him already (jk)

no he's sexy and you think he's sexy ☝🏻

ANYGAY, i'm glad you're enjoying it since i know i've been dangling this over your head for what feels like a million years LMAO. I'M SORRY. I'm shockingly slow with writing this, but that is largely because i got viciously, carelessly attacked by ateez comeback and all of the outlaw teaser and vibes and...well, then answering eternity had to happen 🥲

i'm gonna try to put AE away a little bit and focus on this and The Other Thing. kisses u. have a lovely day and enjoy your rgu coworker they have TASTE. (one of my colleagues watches anime but all her merch is AOT and i'm like. ok.)

[destroyabez]

Ok I posted the fic and now I wanna put some songs that remind me of the other people in the story (mostly about how spider dies and their reactions in song form because I dunno!! Btw these include my headcanons!!!)

!Spoilers for 'a son for a son right?'¡

Norm

I absolutely love this song and the dynamic between Norm and Spider, or what I think of it. A little headcanon time but I think Norm never really hated having Spider in the lab. Sure he got into a lot a trouble but that was just a kid being a kid. He actually enjoyed Spiders company a lot of the time and as it says in the song 'Don't you wanna give me time to write another song for you?' I think that it sticks with my headcanon that Norm would make story's or songs up and sing or tell them to Spider because Spider loved hearing them, also because that's how Spider actually first got into science. It was from listening to Norm talk and sing about science. Another part is about the lyrics 'Fucking stupid and I'm gonna kill you' in this I imagined Norm getting upset at Jake, because Jake was supposed to make Spider feel at home. Norm had trusted him with this but here he was. Looking at the dead body of the kid he had told stories too, the kid he had fed and held when he was younger, the kid that always came back to tell him about all the things that happened with the other kids. He is in a fit of rage and tries to attack Jake, with a certain anguish in his eyes that made Jake's heart ache. Next one up is 'So honey close your eyes and stay like your supposed to do' this one is actually the one that comes first but I didn't really put them in order, anygays in this scene is where Norm first gets to the site and he finds Spider there dead, he goes into denial. He says "not yet, he's not dead yet" which is obliviously a lie and everyone is very surprised at Norms reaction because normally Norm is the one to say 'They have passed away' or come to terms with the fact people were dead, sure he would be hurt but never in denial. When Norm 'Says' this, he is referencing the times he had told Spider to stay in the lab or in one place to sleep (or do anything really)

(Fucking clinging onto that ONE scene in which Norm and Spider interacted)

Kiri

Ok so we already know that Kiri and Spider have a strong connection and I know this song is about romantic love but I just thought it fit Kiri and Spider! (I don't ship then btw!!!) Anyways all of the song feels like it really fits them in this situation, like how Spider had been kidnapped so that stranger part really brings into this because as far as we know this spans over a few months up to a year so imagine that long without talking or even seeing your best friend. You don't know how they have been and if they changed plus on top of that is the fact that your best friend is dying now. You will never know the changes and your can't ask because 'We don't have the time'. That's how Kiri feels.

Neytiri/Spider😱😱😱??????

With these two it was hard to decide but when I heard these lyrics I thought of Neytiri and Spider so here we are. So this was mostly for Neytiri but when I really listen to the song it corresponds with her AND Spiders story. The first time I thought of this was at the first lyric 'Baby shoes:never used' which seems like what? How does that correlate to them? BUT I feel it does because it could symbolize the fact that no one actually ever claimed Spider, he was just a stray so he never got the 'Baby shoes' therefore they were 'never used'. Another one is 'I'm a dick and your around' This one makes me think of her being a little hostile to Spider for just being around (Which is understandable but why Spioder? Btw she is looking back on these memories as she looks at Spiders body) the one before I switch to Spider is 'She once belonged to us but now belongs to the dark' the dark being death. Neytiri thought as Spider as a pest that had to be around, or a doll her kids were attached too. So she thought he belonged to them. Now one that combines them, 'I'm so lonely! Feed me feed me- I'm so angry! Pet me pet me-' this one shows both of them sharing different views on a memory, one with Neytiris view and then Spiders view. Now onto Spiders!!! The first one is 'I am bound and terrified of making sound' this one is about how Spider always had a slight fear of Neytiri. Next one is 'I've got to put a fucking end to all in all' meaning Spider was ok and fine with getting hurt/killed for others (Think Leo from Rottmnt movie). Last one is 'at least I'm safe and you can't hurt me anymore'

Notes: gonna leave this here because I'm really tired, I left out a few lyrics but eh. I'll make another one later

[inevitably-johnlocked]

I've got Pixar AUs brainrot and am here to share a few on the top of my mind because sharing is caring ;)

Up- Sherlock is Carl, John is Ellie, Hamish/Rosie is Russel..now fill in the blanks :))

Wall E - Jawn is Wall E, Sherlock is EVE. Why? Because cute wholesome robot romance (⁠☆⁠▽⁠☆⁠)

Monsters Inc. - cuz it seems like a cute parentlock thingy

Coco- hard to explain but ya can imagine. Basically Original Watson-Holmes kid (or in this case, great great great ((however many greats there is)) grandchild as Miguel. Rosie/original Watson-Holmes kid is Coco. Sherlock as Héctor, Jawn (as mama Imelda) resented him, renounced him and detective work from the family when he didn't come back home to them. Erased him from the family yada yada coco plot. And generations later the Watson-Holmes grandchild is really into crime solving/detective stuff but family says no.

Turning Red- one word. OTTERLOCK

anygays- that's all. Can't think about anything else. tyvm!!

Hey Nonny!

Ah, I do love myself some good AU fics! :D Only one I'm unsure of is the Coco one, because while the story is AMAZING and I love it, I think as long as it's just inspired by and not a direct character-for-character replacement, it should be okay... BUT I'm whiter than snow, so I have no place to have a say on that at all.

That said, I LOVE a good Disney AU story and there's sadly not enough of them. I'll add this to my writing prompts, because I like having great prompts in that tag :)

Thanks for sharing, Lovely!!!

[kalpasio]

Hiiii aaa I just wanted to say that I rlly rlly rlly love your kalpas fics like a lot!! I always come back here like every 5 days to check on new stuff cuz your works are just so good and the writing is amazing and I look up to you and alhskdjsk Anygays I hope you have a nice day/night thank you for your service to the kalpas community we absolutely love you!!

HELLOOOOOOOOO!!!! aaaaa it's so nice to hear that!! I know I say that like every time but I really do mean it, I love you so much!! My writing is only good because I have a kalpas addiction I want you guys to enjoy it! Kalpas being ignored is NO LONGER I AM RIOTING (in a good way)

Kalpas community has my heart, I would die for you guys (I'm not on my phone or I would add SO many hearts here)