#at least she has a fairly adorable child to take her mind off it

[zeltqz]

| ran x reader

part one is here

still dont know what to title this so ignore that

nsfw content: timeskip to reader two months pregnant, babysitting, pining, riding, kissing, soft ran

author's note: not proof read ignore any mistakes sorrytytytyty

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In the spare bedroom of your apartment, loud shrieks and baby cries race through the entire house. Ever since the sudden announcement of your pregnancy, your mother took it upon herself to give you lessons on how to take care of a newborn, asking her co-worker to babysit her babyboy for practice. 

Though it’s still fairly early, you still feel regretful, angry, scared, nervous, anxious and tired . 

Tired has to be the sum of all the emotions flowing through your body. You’ve barely slept, bladder failing you in the middle of the night, causing you to stumble over to the bathroom to release it, only for your body to do a little double hit combo on you, vomiting into the sink at the same time. 

When you weren’t throwing up or pissing, your breasts were sore, so so sore that you couldn’t even change shirts without pain. 

The babyboy cries, pushing your hand away when you try to feed him. Groaning loudly, you throw the baby bottle, not caring a single bit at the noise it makes when it bounces against the wall, ultimately rolling back towards your feet. A clear telltale sign that you’re not going to get away from this, you’re not going to run away from the problem at hand. 

Another loud, frustrated groan powers up from the depths of your stomach, and you have to remember there’s a baby in your arms before you tug at your hair.

Your friend and mother watch your breakdown from the bed, sharing compassionate glances at each other, before looking back at you. 

“Everything okay?” Your friend chooses her words carefully, not wanting you to explode on her midst breakdown.

The baby starts crying when you try to feed him again and you’re on the verge of tears, exhausted, sore, numb emotionally and physically. You just want to sleep. Your mother sighs, standing up from the bed to scoop the baby from your arms, gracefully into hers, bouncing him gently, cooing softly until he stops crying, pink gums on full display as he smiles, babbling adorably up at her. 

“He’s so cute !” Your friend exclaims when his tiny hand wraps around your mother’s finger. “I’m getting baby fever.”

“Fuck babies.” You slump down next to your friend on the bed, groaning softly at the cramp you get seconds later. “I can’t do this.”

“You can.” She reassures you, pulling your face into the crook of her shoulder for a hug, “You got this, there’s nothing you haven’t done that you couldn’t accomplish.”

“Yeah…but, this is a child. A human baby with a life, heartbeat, and mind of its own to do whatever it wants. I have to raise this child for years to come. I’m not ready…” 

The atmosphere shifts into a more depressing one, your mother frowning as she’s still bouncing the baby, humming softly to distract it, your friend petting her hand down the length of your arm, an action succeeding to comfort you. 

“It could be worse though, right?” She squeezes at your side and you jump a little. “At least you know who the father is.”

“Yeah, my mortal enemy is who he is.” 

Your mother stills, looking up from the baby to you. “Mortal enemy?” 

You lift your head up from your friends shoulder, muttering an apology for getting tear stains onto her shoulder. She waves off your concern with a grin. “Yeah, mom. My mortal enemy. Ran? Remember that guy from the playground all those years ago?”

“You had unprotected sex with a guy you hate?”

“Ah, well—” Your mouth opens to defend yourself, only to slam it shut when you realise you didn’t have anything to defend yourself with. “Yeah…”

“Is he at least going to be involved?” 

Your friend looks over at you, interested and nosy, propping a hand on her knee to grin in your direction. You push her head away from you and shrug your shoulders.

“I’m not sure.”

It’s like you can see your mother go through the five stages of grief right there, her mouth opening to accomodate her dropping jaw, closing it shut along with her eyes, taking a deep breath before nodding her head softly, finally accepting the circumstance. “Who’s this Ran boy anyway? I can try talk to his parents—”

“No, mom. Please don’t do anything, say anything, think of anything to do with that family. I want nothing to do with them.”

In other words, you don’t want Ran to see you might need his help afterall. It’s been two months since you’d walked out from his house, not seeing a single trace of him since then. It’s annoying how when you desperately don’t want him around, he’s always showing up, either at parties, parks, shopping centres, always there with that fucking grin on his face. The second you actually need him around, he’s ghost. 

M.I fucking A. 

Nothing expected from someone like him. A delinquent, nothing else. He’s no good to you, your family, or your future child. 

“Why can’t I find his family? They’re technically apart of ours now. It’ll be nice to meet my future son in la—”

“I just told you he’s my mortal enemy. There will be no meeting, unless it’s for child support, ‘cause hell if I’m raising this thing all on my own.”

“Hey, I can talk to Ran if you want—” Your friend cuts into the conversation, doing her best to stay silent and let the two of you talk out your frustrations. You tip your head to the side, and your mother puts the baby back down in the cot. 

“You have contact with him?”

She nods her head. “I’m friends with Rindou, so I can easily talk to Ran —”

“Rindou?” Your mother questions, voice uncertain.

“His brother, mom.”

“Oh!” She claps her hands together, ecstatic, excited there’s a possibility for her future grandchild to have a stable ish family, one where the mother and father aren’t trying to rip their throats. “That’s great, please contact him, dear. Tell him I want to see him and have a proper discussion with him.”

The sixth groan today leaves you at the thought of seeing his face so soon. You’d been enjoying these two months Ran free, enjoying not seeing his face literally everywhere, like his presence has vanished. Vaguely, you think back to that argument you had with him, how you dropped the news to his parents on the way back from their grocery trip. Sure it was a little petty, do you feel bad? Nope. Will you do it again? Definitely. How did the parents react? From down the street when you’d disappeared after dropping the bomb, you could hear yelling coming from the house, expected coming from the circumstance; your own mother nearly had a heart attack upon hearing the news at fisrt.

Maybe his parents sent Ran away to a different country, forced to live a better, moral filled, life? Doubt it. Even if they did, who’s to say Ran would’ve even listened to begin with. That man was stubborn.

That was probably why you both clashed so much. You were both stubborn in your beliefs. Ran got an urge out of irritating you, even made it his life purpose to wipe that scowl upside down in bed with you. 

Still to this day, you don’t know why you slept with him. Not once, but twice. The worst thing is, you know if the pregnancy wasn’t an inconvenience, you would sleep with him again if he tried.

Why?

Why him out of everyone on this planet? 

That’s a question your brain fails to provide the answer for.

It’s fairly easy to contact Ran. Your friend hung out with Rindou, asked how Ran was doing. The usual, he’d responded, whatever the fuck that meant. He didn’t disappear off the face of the planet, to your disappointment. 

You made your dissatisfaction known to him across the table, glaring at him with narrowed eyes as he shuffled awkwardly in his seat. His mother and your own completely unaware of your heated glare, too busy discussing plans for how this child will be raised.

“If it isn’t a bother to you, dear, I could take the child in when they’re born? Hopefully you can finish your education before you take them back?” Mrs Haitani proposed, taking a sip of her champagne. 

Your mother nudges you under the table to grab your attention away from Ran elsewhere. “Huh? Oh! Yeah, that would be great if you could take her off my arms for a little bit.” You smile, lifting your cup of water to your lips.

“Her?” Your mother and Mrs. Haitani ask at the same time, and it’s almost amusing how in sync the two are.

“Oh, I dunno. I just got a feeling it’s a girl.” You rub your belly, the first genuine smile appearing out of nowhere for what felt like months now. Having a baby girl would be amazing, you could raise her to be a mini you, instead of a disaster like Ran.

“Well, I have a feeling it’s a boy.” The biggest mistake of your life speaks up, stabbing his fork into his food with a scowl on his face.

You blink at him, blink at the sheer audacity of this guy right here, fists clenching underneath the table. “I’m sorry, are you carrying her in your stomach right now?”

Your mother clears her throat, easing the table of the tension before it arises to a temperature not even firefighters could cool down. Ran slumps down in his chair, arms crossed over his chest and his mother has to remind him to sit up and act right in public.

“Sorry about him, he’s a little…moody lately.” She claps a heavy hand onto his shoulder, and you don’t miss the harsh way she squeezes at it, a warning. 

“When isn’t he moody?” Your murmur, purposefully, under your breath, chugging down your water to cool the heat rising in your body. 

“Me? I’m the moody one? You’re the one that had a stick up your fuckin’ ass since I met you all those years ago.”

“I’m only moody to people I hate, Haitani.” 

“Hate me that much, yeah? Explain that, then.” He gestures to your semi-big belly, and your lips press tight against your face. You have restraint. 

“It was a mistake and you know it, Ran.”

Your mother shares a glance over to his own mother, who’s casually sipping at her champagne freely now, no longer bothered to dilute the situation anymore. 

“Mistake is a one time thing. Two times? Not so sure about that.”

“Hold on, hold on—” Your mother cuts in, blinking at you. “You slept with him, twice?”

“I—well, no—but—”

“Yeah, she did.” He grins so deviously, the scowl is replaced by his usual lazy smug look. “‘Nd she loved it too.”

You stand up from the table abruptly, chair scraping across the tiled floor loud enough for the restaurant to catch a glance over. “I’m going home.”

“I’ll walk her home.” Ran’s standing alongside you, and if you weren’t pregnant and in public, you would’ve body slammed him to the floor and told him to go fuck off. 

“I don’t need your help to walk home. I have fucking legs.”

He ignores your remark in favour of reaching inside his pocket, tossing some bills onto the table. “That’s for the food.” 

You storm out of the restaurant, digging inside your pockets for your headphones, ignoring the presence of Ran walking behind you. He’s keeping a safe enough distance, far enough not to irritate you but close enough to keep an eye on you. 

“I don’t need a babysitter.” You don’t bother looking at him, focusing on the road in front of you. 

“Never that.” He comments, grinning when he sees your fists clench, feet moving a bit faster in an attempt to speed walk. 

You reach your house in no time, keys opening the door and about to slam it in his face before a foot slots itself between. 

“Why won’t you leave me alone?!” You grit out, eyes narrowed as he steps into your apartment, eyeing the decor, the family photos on the wall. “I’m talking to you!”

“Nice place you got here.” He’s about to walk further before you’re dragging him backwards by his sleeve. 

“Please leave, Ran. I just want a peaceful quiet night—”

“Can we talk?” He cuts you off abruptly, shoving his hands into his pockets. You subconsiouly mimic the action before shrugging your shoulders.

“Talk about what?”

“Us? The damn thing in your stomach? The silent treatment was funny at first but this is —”

You inhale sharply, mentally choosing between being petty with him, or sitting down to have an actual mature conversation. Part of you wants to take the first route, ignore him for two months, give him the same treatment he gave you…but a sudden realisation hit you. In 7 months time, whether you like it or not, you’re going to be a mother. You’re going to have to look after a whole child, a new born, one that cries, shits, pukes…

“Fine, let’s talk.” You guide him to your living room, seating yourself at a reasonable distance from him. “So what are you tryna talk about?”

“For starters, we needa get along.” You roll your eyes. “That means not rolling your eyes at everything I say—” you scoff dramatically, “—or scoffing at what I say either.”

“You expect me to be able to do that?”

“It’s not that hard to do.” He shrugs his shoulders, shifting his body to lean against the back of the couch.

“Not that hard—Ran, do you know how annoyingly insufferable you are sometimes?”

He lazily scratches at his chin for a couple seconds, face twisting in a manner some might call confusion. 

“You’re so out of touch with yourself, holyfuck—” You scoff in disbelief, before sighing for what felt like the tenth time in the last hour. “For her sake,” you gesture to your stomach, “I’ll deal with you. All I need is money, anyway.”

“Money’s good. I can hook you up with that.”

“Good. Now leave my house.”

He laughs, tongue licking his bottom lip before shifting forward on the couch. “What if I don’t wanna go?”

Your eyebrows raise up. “Then stay? But I’m leaving.” His hand grabs your elbow before you could fully stand, and you glare down at him. Your stare wavers when he pulls you back down to the couch, gently, your back softly hitting the back of the couch. “Ran—”

“Why do you still hate me?” He repeats the same question he’d asked you all those months ago, still waiting for a genuine response from you. 

“I already told you tha—” 

You shiver when his head drops down to your shoulder, slowly nuzzling his forehead against your skin. “Wasn’t a proper answer…” Your breathing almost stops when his lips brush against your skin, placating soft, gentle, kisses along the line of your shoulder.

It’s almost ticklish, the feel of his lips barely pressing onto your skin, yet you could feel the heavy emotion behind each kiss. 

“I just—” You have to swallow when his kisses reach your neck, forcing the lump in your throat down in order for the words to come out clearly. “—I dunno, I guess I just feel jealous sometimes.”

“Jealous?” He hums, intrigued, pressing a longer, wetter kiss to the surface of your throat, heart jumping inside his chest when you didn’t shove him away yet.

“Yeah. When I’m near you I just feel jealous.”

“Jealous of what?” He pulls away, and you frown slightly, the loss of his face and hair around your neck makes your entire body feel cold. 

You look down at your hands, fiddling them in your lap before shrugging your shoulders. It’s hard to bring yourself to look at him, your pride at full capacity, not liking the way you almost craved his touch more.

“You don’t have to be jealous, you know I’m right here.” His hand grabs at yours, grinning when you don’t push him away, letting him intertwine your fingers together. 

You finally look at him, your nose brushing against his cheek from how close he is. He squeezes your hand twice, thumb brushing against the back of your palms before leaning forward, capturing your mouth with his. 

Your eyes instantly squeeze shut, slowly losing yourself as you kiss him back without hesitation, untangling your hands together to place it at the back of his head, holding him still. 

He shifts forward, backing you against the arm of the couch, bracing his arms on either side of your face, pulling away when you giggle something into his mouth. 

“What was that?” He asks, pressing another kiss to your cheek.

“I said, if you wanted to sleep with me, you shoulda just said so.”

His brow arches. “You’re telling me it’s that easy?” His arched brow falls when you nod your head, biting at your bottom lip. “I wanna fuck you then.”

You shrug your shoulders. “Okay then.”

“Okay.”

The two of you fall into silence.

“Are you gonna do something about it?” You ask.

“Do you want me to?” 

Your face falls flat. “Ran, stop playing games and—”

“I’m kidding, relax—” His hand drags down your body, finding your hand and lifting it up to his lips, placing soft kisses on the tips of your fingers. 

You frown a little. “Why’re you being so nice to me?”

“Why are you letting me?”

You drop your hand and sigh. “Because I’m…horny.” You admit, defeated, biting into your lip when you watch his eyes shift downwards, lingering on your chest before lifting them back to your face. 

The second kiss was better than the first, both of you having established your thirst for each other made the kiss spicier, his hand sliding along your thighs, partially cupping your pussy with a huge hand till you moan in his mouth, tongue slipping into his mouth playfully as his hands slide back up to your breasts.

You break the kiss to remove your shirt, keeping your eyes on him the entire time, gut clenching when you recognise the intense gaze of his eyes on your face, scanning your features erotically. 

His hands cup your breasts, lips sliding along the skin of your chest, sucking and biting carnally. Your fingers run through his hair, gently scooping the long strands away from his eyeline, carding your fingers through his soft hair as he kisses your chest.

“You feelin’ okay?” He pats your belly twice, a loving gesture that has your heartbeat pulse three times at the tips of your fingers. 

“I’m good, yeah.” You force out the words breathlessly, watching him slide down your body, showering your stomach with soft kisses with a side of his tongue, sucking below your pelvis just above your pants. 

“Wanna know a secret?” His tongue lapping at your thighs, pausing momentarily as he asks this, looking up at you patiently.

“It better be important, Ran.” 

He’s chuckling, nose brushing your inner thigh as his finger tugs at your panties. “I’ve liked you since we were younger.” 

You stiffen, and he closes his eyes, running his tongue along your clothed slit, sucking your clit through the thin material. 

He…what? Your brain goes numb, amplified tenfold when he hums, tickling your clit with his tongue, grips on your thigh slowly increasing every passing second. 

“You—”  It takes a moment, a brief second to swallow to allow your words to pass, “—you what?”

“Liked you since I was younger.” He says absentmindedly, finally stripping your panties from your legs, throwing them across the room. “That’s why I came up to you that one day.” He moans when he licks up your slit, happily burying himself between your thighs. 

You clench them involuntarily, and he opens licks into your deeper, flicking your clit with his tongue faster. “But I thought you—oh nn fuck— thought you wanted a drink?”

“Was an excuse to talk to you alone.” He flicks his eyes up at you. “I was thirsty, but I just wanted to get a drink from you that day. I dunno, what younger me was thinking actually.”

You chuckle softly, missing the way his eyes soften at the genuine laugh he’d manage to pull from you. “Yeah, you were dumb back then too.”

“Not too much on younger me, alright?”

“It’s true, and you know it.” 

Ran hums, the sound vibrating across your body, moaning softly as your fingers find way back to his head, holding him in place as he eats you out slowly. He pulls away, two fingers spreading your folds open, lapping at the slick there. “Fuck, you’re so wet, you hear that?” 

There’s a wet squelch when he slips a finger in, relishing in the way your thighs tense and clench around his head, the desperate choked moan that leaves your lips as he curls his finger against your spot.

“Tight fucking pussy.” He leans forward, sucking your clit into his mouth. 

“Ran—ohmygo—”  You throw your head back as he’s pumping two fingers inside you, curling and twisting them as he pleases. 

“You’re doing so good for me—”  he mumbles, tongue swirling a lazy circle along your folds before squeezing in alongside his fingers. 

It’s torture feeling him slowly pick you apart and piece you back together with his tongue alone, thighs tensing and shaking as you reach your peak. You have to slap a hand over your mouth to hide your yelp and the inevitable orgasm makes you bite a chunk of your palm. 

“So hot,” he murmurs, slipping his fingers out and licking at the juices running down the length of his hand, slurping them away as he rises to kiss you. “You’re so hot,” he sucks your bottom lip into your mouth. 

You tangle shaky fingers in his hair, greedily kissing him back. He just about melts when you nip at his lips, humming sweetly into his mouth. 

“You don’t think you’ll have twins if I cum in you, right?” 

You break the kiss to stare at him, unimpressed. “Are you serious?”

“What?”

“No, like is that a genuine question?”

Ran shifts on the couch, dragging you up onto his lap. “Biology was never my strong suit, babe.”

“Neither is common sense, apparently—” 

He slots his mouth against yours again, tasting the words in your mouth, your desperation when your attitude drops to wrap your arms around his shoulders once more, pulling him closer to you. A cold, firm palm presses against the curve of your back, and you flinch at the temperature, back arching in a way that sends Ran into a frenzy as your breasts push into his chest.

“Imagine that though,” he starts, resting his forehead against yours, “popping twins out for me.”

You can’t help the scoff you make, looking up at him through your lashes. “What do you need two babies for? I’d rather die than do that.”

“Don’t say that…” The hand on your back slides down to your ass, spreading your cheeks with a steady palm. “Need you alive and well, okay?” He’s kissing the side of your face, and you shift till your lips are touching, breathing heavily into his mouth as he kisses you back with fervour. “Till death do us part, baby.”

“We aren’t married, Ran.”

“Yet.”

You punch his shoulder, playfully, trying not to overshow your emotions right now. “You’re annoying.”

“You love it though—”

“I tolerate it. Now are you gonna fuck me or not?”

“Hm…” He buys time stripping himself down, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, slowly sliding the sleeves off each arm, watching your face go from annoyed to unamused, to irritated and impatient. “You got a condom?”

“Does that really matter?” You gesture to your stomach and he cackles, shutting you up as his hand palms at your tit, fingers running themselves along your nipples until they’re peak and aching for more. “Ran—please, c’mon—”

“I wanna take my time.” His mouth, hot and wet, attaches to your nipple, cheeks hollow, jaw sharpened as he sucks rhythmically.

“We don’t have time.” You briefly think back to your mother at the restaurant, wondering just how long it’ll take before she comes back home. The worst thing she needs right now is to know you’re still having sex at a time like this, but you have nowhere else to go. “Ran—”

“My name sounds good when you say it,” he mutters, sucking harder, one hand skimming up to your neck to gently squeeze it, watching your mouth fall open, breathless pants escaping your lips. “You’re so sexy, you know that?”

“I’ve heard.”

He squeezes tighter and you moan, a sound  that you almost instantly regret when his pupils widen for a split moment. “Oh, you like gettin’ choked?”

“Ran. Fuck me, or I’ll go upstairs and do it myself.”

He licks his lips, arms stretching out over the back of the couch, leaning back and watching you with a hungry look in his eye, watching the way your eyes dart down to his chest momentarily. “No you wouldn’t.”

Daring, you cross your arms over your chest, glaring down at him. “Yes I would.”

“Do it then.” He nods his head towards the door, watching your audacious nature break down, halting to a stop. “What are you waiting for?”

“Ran, please.” It’s embarrassing how desperate you sound right now, voice soft, on the verge of pleading, internally irritated at yourself because you know if he asked you to beg for it nicely you would, you so would. 

A sigh of relief passes through you when his hands move to his belt. You watch, mouth wet, biting at your lips as he shimmies his pants down, cock springing upwards, standing tall in the air, making yourself wetter as you eye it hungily. 

“C’mon,” he gestures, and you sit up so instantly you almost feel dizzy. He strokes up and down the shaft a couple times, circling the head with his thumb, exhaling softly as your pussy rubs against the tip. 

You reach down, cock thick in your hand, positioning it directly at your entrance before sinking down. It’s almost painful, the stretch of your walls trying to accommodate his girth, spreading you apart painfully slow, the tight grip on your hips as your walls squeeze the length of his cock. 

“Almost there, wait—” You wind your arms around him, grabbing desperately at his shoulders, trying to stablise yourself with every inch that presses into you. It’s almost uncomfortable, and you can’t help but wonder if this is a good idea or not, your insides still mushy and sensitive from the pregnancy, but the thought vanishes the second he bottoms out inside you, groaning sweet praises by your ear.

“You’re doing so good baby, fuck—” He’s doting kissses along your jaw, down your neck and chest, sucking a breast into his mouth. “So good.”

Your eyes squeeze shut as you let yourself adjust to the uncomfortable stretch. The pinching feeling of his fingers digging into your ass has you shifting upwards, sitting up straight to back him up against the couch. 

Rolling your hips in an awkward circle to get used to the feeling rips a greedy cry from your mouth, a desperate one that has pleasure rippling through Ran’s body, fingers digging possessively at your hips and sides, filling the hunger inside him, the desire to want to touch you. 

“Doing okay?” He presses another wet kiss to your chest, licking the line separating both breasts, sucking down the length of it. 

“Y-yeah, ‘m okay—” You cling to his hair, using it to lift his face up to you, bending forward to kiss him fervently. 

He kisses you back, hands sliding down to spank you, grinning against your lips when you squeal into his mouth, arching your back further. 

“Drive me fuckin’ crazy, I swear—” He knows he’s close, knows he’s a couple seconds away from combusting, drowning himself in pleasure as the scent of your perfume and shampoo invade his nostrils, making him close his eyes and lust for you harder.

“You close, huh?” He asks this knowing the answer fully, the tight stretch of your walls making it almost impossible to bounce the way you truly want, hands holding onto his hair so tight he swears you might rip them from the roots if you tried. 

“I’m close, so close—” The blazing heat inside your body builds by the second. It’s overwhelming, your shaky moans, your scorching vision, blurring whenever his cock reaches that spot inside you. “Kiss me please.” You whimper, mouth hanging open breathlessly, fingers digging into his shoulders possessivly. 

The kiss is what sets you both over the edge, both of your minds mush as you can’t even fathom a proper kiss, lips barely touching as his hips fuck deeper into you, reaching a spot that has your vision seeing stars. 

“I can feel you cumming— damn, you’re so—” 

Another thrust upwards and you’re tipping over the edge, dripping all over his cock as you cry out his name. Ran lifts your hips a little higher, drawing his cock out before fucking back into you. “Gonna cu—I’m gonna fuckin cum in you—”

“Please—” You breathe, teary eyed and desperate. “Cum inside me, lemme fee—”

He slams you onto his cock with a groan, hips surging upwards to shoot his cum inside you. 

“Fuck.” You would normally care about your voice crack, but not when you’re still drunk on the feeling of your orgasm, his body pressed close up against yours has his scent mixed with the sweat from you both amplified. 

“Yeah,” he agrees, panting as he flops backwards on the couch. His eyes flutter shut, smiling as you kiss along his jaw, moving upwards to his lips, hovering over them. A hand reaches for the back of your head, pushing you down and closing the distance, humming into your mouth when you hold him tighter. “You sure you’re doin’ okay?”

“I feel fine, yeah.” You smile at his concern, shifting off his body to stand up tall, twisting your back in a well needed stretch, relishing in the crack it lets out. “I’m tired though.”

“Go to bed. I’ll come see you tommrow, ‘kay?”

For the first time in your life, you almost feel sad he’s leaving, digging your fingers into your shirt as you scoop it off the floor, holding it by your side. “Stay with me tonight?”

If he looks shocked, it’s because he is. You don’t miss it. The slow rise of his brows when he realises your words, and suddenly the confession from earlier comes racing through your mind at full speed.

I’ve liked you since we were younger.

“I mean, if you don’t want to stay then you don’t. It’s not an obligation, I was just wondering if you wanted to, doesn’t mean you should thoug—”

You’re so busy rambling that you don’t see him stand up, not until he’s slapping a hand over your mouth to  silence you. “You talk way  too much.” You freeze, staring up at him with wide eyes. “‘Course I’ll stay with you tonight.”

[nihilara]

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okay so, hear me out okay? because i was struck with a vision of kuro taking chihiro in and... actually adopting her. the circumstances could vary greatly tbh, and could be anything we like. but despite how incapable he may seem, kuro would actually make a great parent. we'd also had a brief conversation about chihiro giving kuro light to his life again. and you know me kaya i am so insane about those familial bonds. i will be coming to your dms to work this out but... i think whatever verse this were to take place in would also play a very big part in how kuro finds her.

i also love the idea of chihiro almost be an opposite to kuro? she's so bubbly and cheerful and curious about everything. and kuro, while he can be fairly silly, is very mellow and has lost a lot of love and interest in the world. having someone so little and still so full of wonder for the world in his life??? it's bound to rub off on him, and give him some things to enjoy again in life.

of course, being a part of kuro's life means you get mimi. who absolutely adores chihiro, and lets her do whatever she likes to her. mimi is an astonishingly patient cat and is very good with kids. actually, i think all the strays kuro cares for warm up to her very fast. chihiro calling kuro the cat king at least once

chi asks questions, and kuro seems to always have an answer. he's got hundreds upon hundreds of years of knowledge. not on everything mind you, but it is a lot and it probably seems like kuro knows everything sometimes. though as she asks for help on homework, she does slowly find gaps in his knowledge. u - u

bonus: teaching her how to play certain instruments? kuro had lost a lot of motivation for it, but he can play quite a few. in particular, he is very good with stringed instruments. not sure he'd prompt her learning himself, but if chihiro asked he'd offer to teach her himself.

bonus: cleaning himself up. his apartment. his life. kuro may even try to get a more steady job and an income he can rely on. getting a better place, something that can comfortably fit himself and a child.

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 /

[quibbs126]

I decided to start drawing my favorite Cookies

These aren’t all of them, but I didn’t want to put too many without the canvas getting super stretched, so I just put three of them. However I do plan on doing more of them, so this is Part 1

Aight, let’s get into it

Dark Choco Cookie: he’s quickly become a hyperfixation for me, mostly due to him checking off my list for hyperfixation character traits (mainly tragic backstory, tragic family drama, at some point an antagonist). But anyways, I just like this cookie, his backstory’s really tragic, and as I said, I hope he’s able to find happiness by the end of the story.

Also, I drew this the day before the Holiday update, but from what I can gather (I haven’t gotten there yet because I’m out of Baker’s Piping Bags) it seems like this may very well be true

Though, I do have to say, his voice acting doesn’t always hit it for me? Sometimes it sounds a bit like a Batman impression and I can’t take it as seriously. Though other times his voice acting is good. I just think maybe his voice needs to go at a bit of a higher pitch sometimes, particularly in more emotional moments, instead of his really deep voice

I was originally going to draw him with the Strawberry Jam Sword, but given what happened in Episode 14 (which I haven’t gotten to, I just started Episode 9, but I have seen cutscenes of), I thought it would be better to draw him without it. So instead I drew him doing that dramatic cape flutter thing Descole sometimes does

Side note, but have any of you seen Ginjaninjaowo’s Cookie Run humanizations? And how like, with some of them at least they tried to make the humanizations more than just “make them human” and put some sort of spin on their designs? Well I realized while drawing Dark Choco (specifically his cape and shoulder pads) that his design could translate well to a gundam sort of outfit. You know, have the shoulder pads be mechanical or something? I dunno, it’s what I thought. Or maybe I’m thinking of Megaman characters, specifically from the X series. So maybe mecha is what I’m thinking?

Dark Cacao Cookie: I like him for very similar reasons to Dark Choco, particularly the tragic backstory and the fact that he’s the other half of the family drama, but I also like him on his own as well. He’s just this old man who’s also a badass king and warrior willing to do whatever it takes for the good of his people, no matter the personal cost, and there seems to be a lot of nuance to his character. Honestly I think it was the Sorrow of Dark Cacao Cookie video that made me like him just on his own as a character. Unfortunately I have not met him in game yet, so I just have a few cutscenes to go off of

Also, his voice acting is really good. Speaking of which, funny story but back when I had just seen the characters (I mean Dark Choco and Dark Cacao) and hadn’t seen their voice actors, I thought “you know, I could see Patrick Seitz voicing one of them”, as I’ve heard him before as Olberic, the legendary but disgraced warrior from Octopath Traveler who also carries a large sword (also I’ve heard him as Dio, but that’s irrelevant). Then one day I’m watching some of the voice actors reacting to fanart, and I see that Patrick Seitz actually does voice Dark Cacao, and honestly that blew my mind. Didn’t think I would be able to guess that

I swear, when drawing this, it went from Dark Choco’s fairly simple design, to “dear LORD this outfit is so much more complicated”. The sword as well. I gave Dark Cacao this outfit mostly just because I like it

Onion Cookie: As I stated in my last post, I find Onion Cookie to be adorable, but also her backstory is really sad. She’s a literal child who died and doesn’t know she’s a ghost, and she’s also scared of ghosts. I want her to be happy as well

Also, I’ve used her in game as part of my B Team, and honestly her ability’s pretty darn strong. I’m also convinced it has like the longest cooldown of any ability. It’s just that the rest of my main group is a lot better than her in terms of strength

Also the little gasp thing I have her doing was just something she sometimes does when you interact with her in your kingdom that I thought was cute. Also I didn’t want to draw her crying

Yeah I don’t have as much to say on Onion, she’s just a baby that needs to be protected

[runawaymun]

do you think baby aragorn would have called elrond 'dad'? i see this in a lot in fics, but i feel like elrond would be very hesitant, for two/three reaons:

he wants this child to know they have an actual dad somewhere, even though the father is dead.

he wants to respect gilraen's wishes in raising estel. estel is her child, after all.

he's technically estel's many-times-great uncle.

i personally can't see estel calling elrond dad. maybe i'm just weird, or maybe it comes from the fact that it's kind of weird to marry the biological daughter of the man you called 'dad' as a child.

what are your opinions though?

I think that Aragorn did grow up calling Elrond 'Ada', and there are a lot of reasons I have for this. I totally understand your reservations! They make sense (The Arwen one is a bigge for real).

Here are my reasons:

Safety & comfort! the whole point here is to keep Estel’s identity secret, and while everyone knows that this little boy is Edain and therefore clearly not Elrond’s kid, there’s an element of security. All of the inevitable questions being raised by this random unaccompanied Edain woman with her son? People asking, ‘okay, but who’s the father? where is he?’, and the simplest easiest answer is for Elrond to go “I’m right here. He’s mine. I’m fostering him”. Because Lord Elrond of Imladris is well known for taking in strays and that immediately alleviates the pressure on Gilraen. It shuts down all further questions because people just assume they’re Elrond’s latest group of strays...which really isn’t so far from the truth. 

Aragorn was just two years old when he came to Rivendell, and to be honest I can’t see Elrond being very hands-off. That’s his (many generations removed) nephew, and Gilraen is a very young mother. She’s twenty six. She needs help. He doesn’t mind stepping in to help her out and definitely at least babysits because he adores children and is very good at entertaining them. 

When you’re a child that small and you’ve got this giant man in his snuggly robe who’s letting you climb all over him like a jungle gym and reading you cool bedtime stories, has a knack for fixing skinned knees, and giving you your bath because your mom’s tired, ‘Ada’ is just going to happen naturally. Little kids don’t know the difference.

I don’t think Gilraen discouraged this. I hc she and Elrond as being very close and platonically co-parenting, and I think she wanted Aragorn to have a father-figure in his life. 

Arathorn is ‘Dad’, if you will, in Westorn. Elrond is Ada. They keep this very distinct for him and make sure he knows that he had a father who loved him very much  who died, but if Estel wants to call Elrond Ada and attach to him then they’re not going to deny it. They can’t even tell him much about Arathorn anyway until he comes of age. 

Elrond was always very cautious with making sure not to overstep. He never wanted to make Gilraen feel like he was trying to replace Arathorn or usurp her authority over her son. They communicate in very clear, healthy ways and come to agreements on how to best parent. 

In my head it goes like this: Gilraen will defer to or at least honestly consider Elrond’s wisdom in being 6000 years old and having raised countless children. Ultimately, Elrond cedes to Gilraen’s authority to make choices for her son. 

Per the Arwen problem, I totally get this but I think this problem is solved when you consider that Aragorn didn’t meet her at all until he was an adult. She never met him or interacted with him in the slightest when he was small, and their contact was fairly limited until long after he’d really left Elrond’s house and gone out into the world on his own two feet. 

So while Elrond, in that sense, is definitely still Ada, and definitely still the man who raised him, I don’t really think it would be weird. There’s no sibling dynamic, and a close ‘father-in-law’ relationship isn’t really a leap in dynamics from what a relationship looks like between a son and their father when they’re both adults in the real world. I think the transition was very natural for them. 

Plus Elf generations are already fucking weird, so...

TLDR, I really do think that Estel called Elrond Ada when he was a child, faded from it as he got older (also because it’s easier to refer to Lord fucking Elrond as Lord Elrond and not Ada so you don’t make every random person in the vicinity who knows anything about anything choke in surprise), but still calls him Ada if he’s sick/loopy/in pain and sometimes in specific situations when asking for life advice.  

[rogue-durin-16]

MATCHUP FOR:

@hawkinsroyaloutcast

I’m a 5’3 female. Gray-ace, biromantic. I have long red hair and blue eyes. I’m 18+.

I love wearing 50s style swing dresses and skirts. I have at least 2 and 1/2 dresses in that style and I say that because one of them needs stitching done xD. I love dressing and feeling pretty; if I could wear a dress/skirt every day of the week, I would. I’ve started to become a lot more secure in my clothing style very recently which I’m very proud of. I love looking pretty and feeling like a princess.

I’m extremely timid and quite insecure. I was diagnosed with autism about a year and a half ago and it has explained lot about who I am as person. I’m very much against cringe culture and bullying as someone who has suffered through it and does not want to see anyone else go through the same thing. I’m quite sarcastic and quirky when you eventually break down my walls enough to get to know me. Bit of a people pleaser/fawning coping mechanism. I try my best to be kind in every situation and to see light and good in the world.

I love music (will listen to pretty much anything but I have a soft spot for Disturbed, Evanescence, etc). Reading, writing (have been creating fanworks since I was a child), and horror. I really enjoy J-Horror. The Japanese Ringu series is my favourite. I can be kind shy when it comes to discussing my interests around new people but when I open up, I love to share those parts of myself with friends.

I absolute adore being creative, and daydreaming/fantasy.

From Stranger Things I Ship You With:

Eden Bingham

Ship Dynamic:

Sunshine x Broody™

Quote:

«Breath into me and make me real; bring me back to life.»

Having Eden Bingham as a girlfriend is literally having a Scary Dog Privilege™, but the scary dog in question is Chihuahua sized.

It'd be even funnier if she was shorter than you, but you're the same height??? Well, you know what? A friend of mine once said "I'm glad we're the same height because it's easier to kiss you" so you both being 5'3'' is actually an advantage.

Okay, wait, let's rewind a little, shall we?

You give off big Girl Next Door vibes so we're going down that road.

Eden Bingham, nonreligious raging bisexual living in a Mormon household and acting as a parental figure for who knows how many siblings, lives in a permanent state of stress and frustration.

We've stablished that you two are neighbors, but let's say your houses are fairly separated and you're new there.

Eden is chasing Cornelius because that little shit ran out of the house, and he somehow end getting to your backyard.

Naturally, seeing the scene, you get a hold of Cornelius before he can run any further just when Eden gets to him.

It takes her a moment to acknowledge you, but once she's finished scolding her sibling, this broody, angry queen spots you before her and she's left in shambles.

You let out a shy "Hi" and her breath gets caught up in her throat when she tries to greet you back.

Cue the most awkward small chat you're going to come across EVER. Eden goes back home literally SHAKING.

After some time and a LOT of self pep talks, she manages to find enough courage to go back and visit you. Just because. Definitely not because you're the prettiest girl Eden has seen.

This girl gives you the lamest excuses for her visits, but you don't mind because she's pretty and kind of scary and adorably awkward.

Bless her goth soul, this girl can't mask she has a crush on you to save her life. Like, the heart eyes she gives you when you're (bless YOUR shy soul) sheepishly telling her about your interests are visible all the way from Hawkins, Indiana.

Taking a leap of faith to kiss you is the bravest stunt Eden Bingham has pulled in her whole life (and she's pulled some ballsy shit, mind you), but she'd do it again because you're reaction was so pure.

Cue the cutest, funniest relationship anyone has ever come across.

One of Eden's favorite activities is seeing you doll up. She'll just sit there and watch you do your make up/dress up because it's just so wholesome.

Definitely lets you style her for shits and giggles.

Listening to Evanescence together>>>>>

Helping Eden sneak out to go to the theater and watch horror movies.

Matching each other's humor and sarcasm.

Brainstorming for your fanworks because Eden is very fucking creative and wild.

Eden blushes like crazy if you kiss her cheek, I'm calling it now.

She makes up for your timidness. This girl may be closed off but she's LOUD if she has to. Takes no shit from anyone.

Will cast her head down and smile when you refer to her as your girlfriend in any situation.

I headcanonned Eden as a witchy sapphic, so bear with me okay? That said, you come across as that one partner who will gift their witchy s/o rocks and plants.

Eden fucking ADORES when you bring her rocks. She could melt on the spot I'm not even kidding.

She saves up and buys you vintage dresses, partly because she knows you love them but also because she's a sucker for your style.

Will bite anyone who dares to say something negative about you. Watch your mouth or you'll catch this girl's ring clad fists.

Bringing the hidden sides of each other when you're together. For example, Eden can be super goofy around you, and her presence somehow turns you bolder.

I could go on for AGES about the two of you. Idk darling you two are just couple goals for any young sapphic out there.

[tin-can-iron-man]

So if the current Doom does turn out to be a Doombot, I am just picturing Doom and his family coming back into things as their own Fantastic Four-esque family? Because that did seem to be where his arc was going, and it would tie in nicely with the whole Mephisto arc Marvel has going on.

I'm unaware of the Mephisto arc (besides that he owns a casino in Vegas which is AKDJFJJAJFJA;)

But I think that Victor could and wants to very much try to get his affairs in order (especially concerning his children). It would be, nice, cathartic even, to get some issues with him and Kristoff (NOT the Kristoff he told to fuck off because fuck the most recent doctor doom run but just. Post 2015 Kristoff that is feeling...pretty shitty, considering Victor just threw him away entirely during secret wars to go play pretend with the Richards family sans Reed.) Because I think Kristoff deserves validation and just like...a general apology from Victor about being a pretty bad dad a lot of the time, but especially recently. And he'd like to have him as a son again. And meet his new baby brother. And I think this SHOULD take multiple issues I think Kristoff SHOULD be very suspicious and distrustful of this weird "redeeming myself" thing Victor is doing but...Maybe Victor can show he really cares somehow.

It's...hard to say when Victor will return-return if we go this route because again if he EXPLAINS why he's away there's gonna be a lot of trouble for his kid AND Amara and he wants to make sure they're safe from both superheroes AND villains. So he's...probably nervous, about leaving. But some big event will happen or he decides that this doombot just needs to get the fuck out of here already and come blasting in all pissed and likely claim that he was off somewhere else (true) taking care of very important, very personal business (true) and that he hadn't intended for his doombot to go so haywire (true!) And then it would turn into an almost secret identity type thing but instead of hiding who he is it's about hiding that he has a child...which in turn can cause conflict about not being as available as some heroes might like, thinking he's up to something. The only people who know he has a son are Tony (Amara's ex and still friend, also it would be fucking hilarious if he was the kids godfather and also he has no idea about that) and Stephen (the closest thing Victor has to a bestie friend that practices magic and also takes normal doctor house calls).

Reed of course will try to be invasive and find out but he'll keep quiet about it because he's going to be cool for once. Also Valeria Richards nannies occasionally because of course she knows she texted Victor immediately the first time she saw the doombot when she came back like "why'd you make this one look more human" and he's like "busy, away, wanted everyone to think it's actually me because I'm taking care of my secret baby I'm expecting you to sneak off and meet on Wednesday. Do you want chicken or pork for dinner." Also he's one of Victors cool enemies who wouldn't ever use this against him because however much I make fun of Reed I'm aware he would never harm a child. ESPECIALLY for something his father did. (That's like, one of HIS biggest fears about HIS kids that Victor himself has realized in the past for Reed. But the baby is innocent. Victor can make up for his sins on his own.)

Also Amara canonically knows how to produce a "cure" for mutants that would take away their abilities (she would never want to, and was terrified at making this discovery) and the doombot literally raised national tensions with Krakoa. And she and Victor are not married, they're not even dating, they just have a son now, but he's very worried about what Erik and Xavier and the others would do to the mother of his child if they ever found out about that. (He KNOWS what mommy issues can do to a guy look at him he does NOT want that for his kid.)

So he may very well be an "occasionally I show up" type of entity for a while but there are more than enough event comics and such to have him show up in. Also he can show up in Iron Man and Doctor Strange runs as part of the cast.

Also Kristoff should get to be in the young avengers again I KNOW whoever drew him last made him look like fucking 45 but he's supposed to be the same age as Cassie Lang (or he can be just a couple years older than her, just because deaths and stuff. Timelines are weird.) And should get to join the young avengers. Or party with the west coast avengers. Also give the west coast avengers their comic back. I think he has a fun personality that would lead to some fun dynamics within those casts. Also I just think Billy being incredibly nervous about interacting with the Von Dooms is really, really funny.

[procrastinatingsoicanreadfanfics]

Social media

Which social media platforms I think the Vikings (and a few Saxons) would use most in modern times.

Ragnar

tiktok

takes ‘dilf’ as a compliment

ubbe begs him to stop

the one time aslaug and lagertha checked his fyp, they were instantly traumatized

uses tiktok as a coping mechanism

Bjorn

Tinder

my man is just constantly swiping right

this has gotten hm into trouble before

no, Bjorn, changing your gender to female so you can bait astrid lesbians is not okay

Ubbe

facebook

probably in a group with a bunch of moms

regularly comments on lagertha’s posts

actually posts some good advice

tries to keep his dignity when his facebook friends find out about ragnar’s tiktok

Hvitserk

snapchat

uses it as a dating app

honestly, his snapscore is probably higher than yours

he needs to keep track of his friends, nights out and hook-ups somehow

Sigurd

spotify

this guy has taste

too many playlists though

one may be titled ‘fuck off ivar’

stalks everyone’s spotify

Ivar

tumblr, and you can’t change my mind

king of shitposting

has about a thousand sideblogs

all of them are successful

kind of problematic

but only bc he’s right

everything is sarcastic

Gyda

pinterest

has the best boards

occasionally gets one of ivar’s tumblr posts on her recommended, saves them as support

has a cottagecore board

may start to look at ao3 more when she gets older

Lagertha

facebook

posts bad pictures of her children

bjorn begs her to stop

she makes an alter-ego tinder profile of bjorn with her photos

a lot of people recognize him

Astrid

everything

gets herself in trouble almost every day

she’s still a queen though

mostly instagram, and has a fairly nice feed too

gets doxxed though

Aslaug

twitter

she’s the queen of twitter, tbh

tweets about ivar or harbard mostly

will expose your tea

Athelstan

tumblr

this man IS the science side of tumblr

only has one blog

that should be citable in doctor’s thesis

rarely shitposts

Floki

reddit

didn’t use any social media but then he found out about r/christianity

the biggest troll

has at least 45 banned accounts by now

he can’t help it

starts an instagram dedicated to helga

Helga

also pinterest

has a board for recipes and stuff

the sweetest person, as always; posts the best recipes

adores gyda’s boards

might use Life360 for some time, but gives up on it very quickly

Harald

Tinder, Bumble,...

he tries

doesn’t know how to text without being creepy

eventually swallows his pride and goes to bjorn

things go uphill from there

Halfdan

discord

idk, just feeling it

likes to talk to his friends and tries to convince bjorn to try it

texts a minor by accident (nothing sexual though!)

finds out it’s one of Rollo’s kids

they conspire against Rollo together

Rollo

Life360

but like, passively

Gisla told him to install it bc he has no regard for his own safety

complains that his own children don’t even use Life360

“well, your children don’t get themselves waterboarded by their relatives on a regular basis”

this settles it

got banned from twitter at some point

Judith

Life360

not for Alfred, he’s her most responsible child

but for ecbert

sometimes she’ll wake up in the middle of the night with the knowledge that ecbert is doing something illegal

checks Life360

ecbert is in another country by that time

poor her

talks about her struggles with gisla

Ecbert

twitter

tweets about everything

also insults his lords (co-workers?)

no shame

gets cancelled at least once a month

Alfred

also Life360

also for Ecbert

but sometimes, he’ll be on Ivar’s tumblr, commenting something sarcastic on every post he can find

[astaroth1357]

Demigod MC Series: Poseidon

Fishy fishy fishy… I honestly could write 100 more things for Poseidon MC and Levi. I just love the dynamic between an insecure, otaku shut-in and a chill California surfer dead set on becoming his friend.

Demigod MC Series: Intro, Aphrodite, Hermes, Hades, Dionysus, Demeter, Athena, Hades Pt. 2, Poseidon 

For anyone unaware, Poseidon is also the god of horses. I know it's a weird combo, but I didn't write the mythos.

Lucifer

…..

They came out of the portal….

On a horse….

They brought the mortal down to the Devildom…

On a goddamn horse….

There's a demigod on a live horse brandishing a weapon and doing laps around the Student Council Room…

Congratulations, he already wants to pull his hair out!!

Honestly, it would have been preferable to pluck them out of the sea. At least then they'd just need a towel! What the hell were they going to do with an entire horse!?

And his nightmare didn't stop there. Poseidon is a notoriously mercurial god, prone to bouts of anger and spitefulness for reasons far less grievous than kidnapping his children… 

Their apology was swift and (seemingly) effective, though the tide waters around the Devildom did rise by several feet for some time…

As for the MC… uh… Well, they're an energetic one to say the least…

Lucifer hasn't met a more active individual since Mammon. They horseback ride, swim, surf, skateboard, and probably do ten other things - the point is, they Hardly. Keep. Still! 

They're also annoyingly easygoing… He can't count the number of times they've told him to, "Just chill out," or, "Hang loose…" What does that even mean??

Between having to order a stable made for their horse and just trying to keep up with them, Lucifer already thinks this mortal has caused him more trouble than they're worth… At least they keep Mammon busy...

Mammon

Upon first meeting them atop their horse, Sunset, his first thought was of course:

"I wonder if I sell that...?"

After that, they nearly fed him to sharks for trying to take their beloved steed on same night. Safe to say, he never touched a hair on its head again…

These two had a rocky start, but their relationship mended fairly quickly. As it turns out, the MC is literally one of those "go with the flow" types. You can say it was water under the bridge soon enough.

Mammon actually thinks the MC is a hell of a lot of fun, even if they're super laid-back. Most of the time, they won’t take his drive for money (or fear of his bills) all that seriously and tell him that he’s worrying too much, but they’ll still lend a hand if its on their way.

He finds their ability to control water pretty cool as well. Levi has it to some extent, but the MC can make a whole-ass whirlpool or use water like a whip! 

He once begged them to call up some rare fish for him to sell, but they got all pseudo-philosophical on him about how “trading life for material wealth” is “not cool, dude...”

He also made the mistake of challenging them to a splash fight only once…. They managed to drench the whole family with a single wave….

The only thing that bothers him is their weird insistence on being Levi's "Best Buddy…" Why would someone like them even bother with a shut in??

Is it the water? … Probably water. Levi, that lucky bastard…

Leviathan 

Thinks they're a big normie, no scratch that, a HUGE normie! The biggest normie he's ever met!! They skateboard and horseback ride for Devil's sake!!

...But they’re also, undoubtedly, the best friend he could've ever asked for.

To be fair to Levi, their friendship was sort of forced upon him. The MC took one look at him, his aquatic-themed room, and his pet goldfish then declared their new friendship status at that moment. 

Unfortunately for him, though, they're energetic, extroverted, and generally have little understanding of personal space… aka, an introvert's worst nightmare…

The next month could accurately be described as the MC doing everything in their power to make their stubborn "senpai" like them.

They would drag him out to the aquarium, beach, or pool; they befriended Henry so he could put in a good word for them; and they'd even bring him little gifts or trinkets they'd find on the ocean floor. Pretty shells and stuff like a cat bringing its master a dead mouse.

After he finally began to accept them as a persistent fixture in his life, he introduced them to gaming and anime and started accepting them little by little...

By the end of their stay, these two were practically inseparable. Not just because they like spending time together, but because they figured out they could have a telepathic link due to Levi being part sea serpent. 

No matter how far they are, they can always have a chat! (That no one else can hear so people think they’re just crazy...)

Satan

Satan honestly isn't the MC's biggest fan, he generally finds them too loud and gregarious for his liking. But their horse…?

He never really thought that he'd be a horse man... Yet it didn’t really take long for Satan to adore Sunset, their beautiful golden-maned mare. Apparently she's not their only horse, but by far their favorite traveling companion.

Sunset is a wonderful horse - brave, strong, and well-trained. It only took a few weeks before he was regularly sneaking out to the stables to brush her fur or feed her apples...

After the MC taught him how to ride, that was it. All other forms of transportation were inferior to him now.

Satan would ride Sunset everywhere and he looked damn good doing it! It takes all that fairytale Prince Charming thing he has going on and puts it through the roof.

It's a good thing too, because when I say everywhere, I do mean everywhere. Lucifer had to put seals on the House doors to keep Satan from riding Sunset through the hallways...

Of course, he’ll always let the MC have Sunset back when they need her!... with a little complaining but nothing terrible.

The MC doesn't mind much because Sunset likes him and they know he takes good care of her, but the rest of the House is slightly unnerved at how quickly he went horse crazy… What if they brought a giant crab instead?? No one wants to deal with crab-Satan...

Asmodeus 

Their body is just scrumptious. Oh, how he could look at their swimsuit-clad figure all day!! 😩

Between the swimming and the fighting, their form is toned to all hell and he can't get enough of it! Yes baby, yes!! Take those clothes off again!!! He'll help~! 😘

When he's not staring at them “totally respectfully,” then he's inviting them out to pool parties or begging them to take him riding...

There are parts of horseback riding he doesn’t like, the smell and the jostling specifically, but there is a kind of… romance to it, no?

He loves having the chance to snuggle up to the MC as they trot around the Devildom! It's so romantic, like they’re his knight in shining armor! (Or his demigod in a damp swimsuit, either works. 😏)

His Devilgram is just full of selfies of him and MC riding on the back of Sunset or sitting by the edge of the pool or them in the middle of a swim meet…

Yeah his Devilgram is now a one part him and one part MC-Appreciation account.

After the pact he'll eventually cool down some and stop staring at them like a sex-object, but even then he'll be at every swim meet. Don't you worry~

Beelzebub 

He actually really likes them! It's great to finally have another athlete in the House. 😊

The MC joined the RAD swim team just as soon the coach was able to convince Diavolo that having the child of a water god wasn't completely cheating... 

Since swim and fangol practice ends at about the same time, they walk home together a lot and complain about... sports things... (Forgive me, I don’t know sports. Uhm... Rival teams? Coaches? That one drill everyone hates? Stuff like that.)

Beel also can surf, skate, and snowboard so the two have a healthy competition going. They're about on equal footing so they tie often (except in surfing but Beel doesn't think that should count cause they’re probably cheating).

The only thing that he has to watch out for is Sunset… As in, he has to watch himself around Sunset because he absolutely could eat her on accident… 

Look, he doesn't want to and he doesn't even like horse meat that much, but even he has to admit there are times he gets hungry enough to consider it…

Of course, he knows that if he ever did Satan would rip him limb from limb then the MC would drown the rest so he really, really tries to control himself… but still… She’s a very healthy horse...

At least he didn’t try to sell her like Mammon. The MC hung him over a shark tank for that stunt… He’d feel bad, but Mammon kind of had it coming.

Belphegor 

The first time they met, the MC smelled like beach water and called him "dude-bro…" He didn't like his prospects.

For a while, he genuinely thought that they had a lump of sand where their brain was. They were just too chill!! Here he was saying that he's being held captive and they were like, "Well that sucks, man… I'll help ya, but I've got practice tomorrow. You can wait, right?"

It's not like he expected them to jump on top of it, but some urgency would have been nice…

When they eventually got around to helping him, he was actually looking forward to choking the life out of them for the extra wait. Unfortunately, they apparently had a horse…

Yeah, Belphie found out just a bit too late that the MC could summon their steed to them whenever they wanted and ended up with Sunset's hooves firmly bucking into his back for his trouble…

What followed was Belphegor running circles around the attic from the weapon-totting MC riding their terrifying murder horse until Lucifer finally intervened....

Thank the gods he wasn’t near any water….

As it would turn out later, as long as he's not being held captive in an attic Belphie kind of vibes with their laid-backness… They say they approach life "one wave at a time" or something.

He could care less about what that actually means, but what it translates to is "Stop stressing out and just keep chill" which he's all about.

Everybody should just chill out!... dude…. Nah, he'll let them stick to the “dude”-thing, it feels weird...

[grey-the-goose-art]

I never posted this doodle cos I didn't really like how it turned out but with all of these #lukanette feels flying around I thought "why not??"

This is from an au idea I had ages ago. I haven't done anything with it but here are the notes I had saved on my phone:

AU where Luka got the ladybug miraculous (he already has the pierced ears) and Marinette got the black cat miraculous. (Then later Adrien gets the turtle miraculous cos hes all about protecting his gal. )

In this au Luka returned home sooner from his study abroad. He was running late to school when he saw Fu fall and helped him get up. Adrien didnt make it far enough out of the mansion before being caught, so he never had the chance to run into him. Fu slipped Luka the miraculous and its later at home that Luka discovers the ladybug earrings and Tikki. Tikki and Luka get along really well and Luka is fairly mature for his age. The biggest problem they face in their relationship is that Luka and his family can't bake for beans. Once Luka learns what Tikki eats he panics a bit. He asks Juleka for help and she points him towards Marinettes family's bakery. It's practically love at first sight for both Luka and Tikki. Tikki adores Marinette right away and can't help but feel that Fu made a mistake when handing out the Miraculous. Luka and Tikki become regular customers and come by the bakery at least once a day. Luka is always hinting to Juleka that her friends (especially Marinette) should come hang out at their boat more often. Luka becomes Scarlet Beatle (he thinks the spelling is a nice nod towards his musical roots but really hes the only one who spells it that way)

Marinettes origin story is pretty similar to canon except now she has a sassy cat to boost her confidence and teach her to stand up for her convictions and screw the consequences. This is both a good and bad thing as Marinette now tends to get into more complicated and slightly ridiculous situations. Marinette still considers giving away the miraculous but Plagg tells her off and asks her whether or not she can really just sit by as everything around her is destroyed by hawkmoth. Marinette uses her destructive powers well but is much better at the planning and using the lucky charms than Scarlet Beatle. This drives Tikki a bit insane, Tikki loves Luka but shes super jealous that Plagg got Marinette.

Adrien is allowed to go to school after his almost escape and the gum incident still happens. Adrien feels awful and tries to apologize but Marinette has trouble believing him. After Adrien and Nino become friends, Adrien confides in him a bit about his current situation and how the gum incident really went down. Plagg happened to have been snooping in Adriens bag at the time and overheard. Plagg feels for the kid and non chalantly tells Marinette what's up. Marinette apologizes to Adrien and they become awkward almost friends. Adrien is constantly trying to prove himself and Marinette feels bad that she blew things out of proportion and tends to screw up around him.

This all changes when Marinette saves some of her classmates as Félin Noir. Before Marinette could escape to transform, alot of the students were cornered. Adrien jumped in to protect them and give them time to escape and ended up falling victim to the akuma. After the day was saved the classmates swarmed Scarlet Beatle to thank him and Adrien stayed off to the side looking glum. Félin came up and asked him what was wrong and Adrien said that he was basically useless and he couldnt even protect his friends. Félin gives him a peptalk and calls him a hero. She then runs off to detransform. Cue Adrien falling head over heels for the heroine. (He probably would have had a crush on Marinette had he not been convinced she hated him. At this point hes working so hard to be friends with her that the thought of having a romance with her hasn't crossed his mind.) Marinette detransforms in an alley and her and Plagg both agree that Adrien is a really good guy. Plagg then ruins the moment by suggesting that Marinette steal his phone. Marinette wants to get closer to Adrien but still has trouble talking to him in her civilian form. When shes out as Félin though Marinette doesnt have as much trouble talking to him and after saving him a couple times and having him protect her a time or two creates a pretty good relationship with him. She calls him kitten and they joke and pun back and forth. Marinette starts to develop a crush on him and Plagg becomes the biggest Adrienette shipper on the planet.

That however is where the love drama starts. Luka is in love with Marinette and Tikki is all for that Marinette train. Marinette is caught between liking her kind and supportive partner Scarlet Beatle and the protective sun child Adrien. Plagg is again all for that sweet Adrienette and will often sabotage Lukas (and consequently Tikkis) attempts at wooing Marinette. Meanwhile Adrien is head over heels for Felin.

Things get even more complicated later on. Hawkmoth has gotten more aggressive in his attacks and Fu determines that another miraculous holder is necessary. Fu was present for Felins hero speech and his hero senses went crazy for Adrien. Adrien is the first hero that Fu approaches directly. Fu becomes Adriens Chinese teacher so that they can meet in private and he starts teaching Adrien about the miraculous. Because of Adriens protective nature Fu entrusts Adrien with the turtle miraculous. Adrien joins the group and becomes the shield for team miraculous. Adrien and Scarlet Beatle get into it a bit though. Adrien feels that Scarlet isnt showing enough thought and care to Felin as Felin seems to take alot of the blows for him (similar to how chat noir does in canon) Adrien sticks pretty close to Felin and protects her. Being by his crush that much though causes Adrien to kind of clam up. He gets along well with the team but doesnt say a ton, especially at first.

Anyway that's all I've got (besides a couple of cruddy phone doodles) just figured I might as well post it somewhere 🤷‍♀️

[i-need-entertainment]

Haikyuu!! Boys as Bad Dad moments

Characters: Akaashi, Washio, Konoha, Kita, Suna, Ushijima, Yahaba, Iwaizumi, Futakuchi, Daishou and Numai

**These are ways they “failed” as fathers. I am not talking about ACTUALLY failing as fathers, just things dads have done that most of us either remember/get told about NOT TO BE TAKEN  S E R I O U S L Y  it is just for      f u n  I also gave them all at least 2 kids cause SibLiNgS**

A ‘*’ means it happened to me lol

TW- Mentions of giving too much medicine, accidental pain caused to child, these are things I either experienced/knew people who experienced them, allusion to cursing/a FEW bad words (but I substitute a letter for something else :)

*Akaashi Keiji: 

He had been working in his office when his son had come in.

You had been putting your newborn to sleep for a nap when your son decided he wanted to be with his dad.

His son was only 3, so when Akaashi was held up in his office editing his son, Kenji, would sometimes come in and plop himself in Akaashi’s lap.

His sons small feel padded on the floor while he made his way to his father, softly tugging on his pants as he stuck his arms up.

Akaashi smiled and softly chuckled before gently picking up his son from under his arms and placing him on his lap.

He got to work soon after, reading and revising the pages.

Other than having his son on his lap it wasn’t unusual for him to be drinking coffee while working.

Keep in mind, your son had inherited a lot from Akaashi, and not just his looks or personality.

But also his habits.

Because of this, your son was very fidgety, usually toying with a string or your fingers.

That meant he tended to move around a lot.

Akaashi had just lifted his not-so-cold coffee to his lips when his son had made a sudden movement, causing him to knock his arm and, “AHH” Akaashi’s eyes snapped open as his son started crying, cursing under his breath he stood up gently holding his son in his arms as he carried him to the bathroom.

Sitting him down on the counter he dried the coffee off of his son, luckily it hadn’t been hot enough to burn him, but it was still hot enough to hurt.

“What happened? I heard crying, is he okay?” Akaashi sighed as he ran a hand through his hair.

“Yeah, he’s okay, he bumped my arm and I spilled my coffee on him. He’s okay! It didn’t burn him, but it did hurt...” Your frowned as you stood in front of your son, giving him a soft smile before kissing his arm, cause kisses always make it feel better~

You carefully picked him up from the counter, rocking him slowly side to side as he burrowed into your shoulder.

“Are you okay little man~” He nodded as he sniffled into your shoulder, little hands clutching onto the fabric of your t-shirt.

“You know daddy didn’t mean it, it was an accident.” He nodded again, lifting his head to rub his eyes and reach out for his dad.

Akaashi gave a wobbly smile before reaching over to grab him, kissing the top of his head as he carried him back to his office, making sure to have some iced coffee instead.

Washio Tatsuki: 

This would be the first time Washio was left alone with the twins.

5 months ago, you and your husband had had your first children, your adorable fraternal twins Natsuki and Tatsuo.

Today would be the first day you would be away from them, but with your mother being sick and you being the only one available to take care of her you had to go.

You weren’t too worried about your husband, he was already a good dad so you had no doubt they were in good hands.

But it was never an enjoyable experience to have to leave your kids, especially your babies, and for the first time. 

So, you decided to leave early in the morning, give them their good morning kisses and head over to your parents house.

Before you left you changed their diapers, letting them play in their little play pen while your husband tried to get up.

Rubbing his eyes Washio walked into the play room.

He had to go to the gym today for a meeting, fortunately EJP had a really good daycare system in the stadium, so he could leave his kids there while he attended the short meeting.

He stopped in his tracks as his face blanched and he felt his breath stop.

You had changed the twins’ diapers...but you hadn’t dressed them.

The twins were still young, so without looking at their, uh, biological differences you couldn’t tell them apart....

Now, usually when this happened you guys would just check the diapers, but you had just done them..

And he was already running a bit late.

So, he made his best guess, got them dressed (one in pink, the other in blue), fed and in the car driving them to the stadium.

Once he got there he quickly dropped them off, rushing to his meeting.

The meeting had been fairly simple, just some pre-season info he’d need.

After chatting with his coach/teammates, and stopping Suna and Komori from pulling a prank, he made his way back to the daycare.

He walked into the building when one of the younger care takers, Yui, walked up to him, One twin in each arm.

He smiled as he carefully put them into their carriers.

“Uhm, just a question...” He looked up to her and motioned for her to continue.

“...Were you aware that Tatsuo was wearing the dress?” Washio sighed as he ran a hand down his face shaking his head. Yui light heartedly smiled, “Don’t worry, we switched them.” Thanking them, he picked up his babies and went home.

He was not prepared for the way you cackled when he told you what happened.

*Konoha Akinori: 

You had gone away for a business trip, leaving your husband Konoha home with your 3 kids. (You guys have 2 girls and a boy)

Your middlest child, your son Akira, had recently come down with a cold making the poor thing miserable when he tried to sleep.

Being the good dad that he is, he gave his son some benadryl!

The next morning he woke up, and after letting his kids sleep in for a little bit he woke them up too.

...two of them.

He tried several times to get his son to leave his bed, but the little kid couldn’t so much as swing one foot over the side of his bed with out falling asleep again.

He didn’t think too much of it, the kid had a cold after all.

So he let him sleep for another hour or so before making him get up for real.

A day later you got home, and everything was pretty much normal.

Until you went to put your son to bed, and realized he had crashed on the couch.

“...Uhm, Akinori?” Your husband lifted his head at your voice, setting the dishes in the sink and drying his hands with a towel as he made his way over to you. 

“Yeah babe?” You took a look over towards your son before looking back to your husband.

“...Has Akira been like that all weekend?” Konoha ran his hand through his hair as he sighed. “No, only since Saturday. He wasn’t feeling good so I gave him some benadryl, he’s been dead to the world since.” You slowly nodded.

“Uhm, Akinori?” He raised an eyebrow at you. “How much benadryl did you give him?”

He left to grab the box, coming back with it in his hand as he continued to look at it.

He shook his head in confusion. “I gave him the amount the box said, 1 teasp-”- He paused.

Uh oh.

He in fact, had not given his son a teaspoon of benadryl.

He had given him a tablespoon.

*Kita Shinsuke: 

You had to leave early one morning for a doctors appointment; you were pregnant with you and Kita’s second child. 

Usually for these appointments Kita’s grandmother would watch your 3 year old daughter Kyoka.

But she had something to do that morning so Kita was the one responsible for getting her ready for preschool.

Kita was a good father so you weren’t worried.

You knew she would be put together, fed, and on time.

There was just one thing you couldn’t account for.

“Daddy?” Kita looked away from the mirror he was shaving in and down to his daughter, washing away the traces of shaving cream. “Yes sweetheart?”

She held out her small hand, 2 bright pink hair ties with little butterfly charms on them held out in her palm.

“Can you do my piggy tails please?” His eyes widened.

He hadn’t done hair...like...ever.

But from the puppy eyes his little princess was giving him, how could he not do it?!

Plus, it couldn’t be that hard...right? I mean, he had watched you do it plenty of times, and it was pretty straight forward.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed he had her stand on the ground in front of him.

He grabbed her brush and put the two hair ties she had given him on his wrist.

He brushed her hair and parted it as evenly as he could, trying to be gentle in the process.

Now time for the pig tails..

He pulled her hair back, trying to make it tight to it would stay.

...But he might have made it a little too tight.

He turned her around and realized he had made them way too tight.

Not only did her hair look like he had slicked it back with x4 strength hair gel, but it was so tight that her eyebrows had been stuck way up on her forehead.

He was quick to turn her back around, loosening the hair ties so she looks like a 3 year old again.

His face turned undeniably red as he told you what happened later that night, you light heartedly laughing at his misfortune.

Suna Rintaro: 

Suna had just gotten out of practice, and now he was on the way to his kids school. 

You and Suna had 4 kids, 2 boys and 2 girls. 

The youngest 2 had a doctor’s appointment earlier that day, which you had taken them too. Meaning Suna needed to pick the older 2 up from elementary school.

He had been listening to music, his music to be specific.

He had pulled into the parking lot, changing the playlist to a kid friendly one right before his children got in the car.

After they had told him about their days, and he had told about his, he switched back on the music.

It had been fine for a song.

Until he realized that he had a few songs qued.

The fun little song had just ended when the bass dropped, the color draining from his face as soon as the song started.

The mentioned song being “Big Bank” by YG, 2 Chainz, Big Sean and Nicki Minaj of course~.

He was quick to turn the radio off, waiting until he could pull over, empty the que, and turn on kid friendly music.

He told the kids to ‘forget what they heard’ and he continued on his drive home.

Now, you’ve got to remember, his daughter is in kindergarten and his son is in 2nd grade, so they’re still kind of at that “monkey see, monkey do” age range.

Or rather, “monkey hear, monkey repeat.”

He thought it was gonna be okay, they were good kids so he figured telling them to forget they even heard it, they would let it go.

There was just one thing about his children that he didn’t account for.

As obedient and well behaved as his children were, they were also very curious.

That night at dinner they had all been sat down at the table, eating dinner and talking about their days. 

You had been feeding your infant son while Suna had been watching the 3 year old, the other 2 older children happily eating their food. Until...

“Hey mommy?” You looked at your daughter with a smile, “Yes baby?” She continued to eat her dinner, “What’s a b!tch?” Your eyes widened as your husband choked on his food, your baby laughing at the scene before him.

Hitting his chest and taking a sip of water Suna tried to catch his breath.

“Nezuko we don’t say that, where did you hear that?!” She tilted her head as she looked at you confused before turning to look at Suna, pointing a small finger at him.

“It was on the radio, daddy told us to ‘forget’ but I didn’t know what it meant...What does it mean?” You sent a glare towards your husband as you sighed.

After explaining to your daughter why it was bad to say those things and not to repeat everything she heard you cleaned up your kids and put them to bed.

...You had quite the conversation with your husband later that night.

Ushijima Wakatoshi: 

Ushijima had been on grocery duty this week since you had a meeting with a friend.

He had the Friday off, and since you weren’t home he took the kids with him.

Now, I would like you to know that you guys have 6 kids. S I X.

Growing up with no siblings and divorced parents, Ushijima wanted to make sure none of his kids were lonely.

Originally you guys had two, each kid had a buddy.

...but then you had a third, and you couldn’t just leave him alone...

so you had another...then another...

And now you guys have 6. But it’s okay cause you both love kids anyway~

He was doing his best, he truly was. He had his 2 youngest sitting in the little seat by the handle bar, 2 kids in the basket, 1 hanging onto the side and the oldest walking alongside him.

When they got to check out he had to take one of the kids out of the basket, so he opted for his 3rd oldest, his son Kazue, figuring he was older so it’d be a-okay.

He checked out his extensive amount of groceries before loading them up into his car, and his kids.

He pulled out of the grocery store parking lot and got on the road, his kids singing along to the radio and chatting amongst themselves.

They had been driving for 6 minutes when his oldest child, Ren, spoke up. “Uh, dad?” He hummed, briefly checking the rear view mirror before returning his gaze to the road. “When are we going back to get Kazue?” His face lost all color as his eyes widened.

As swiftly and safely as he could he pulled over to the side of the road, whipping around in his seat to take a head count. ‘1..2..3..4..5...oh sh-’ Turning back around he got back onto the road, taking the nearest u-turn and rushing back to the store. 

Unbuckling his kids from their carseats he hurried them back into the store, his oldest holding the 2nd borns hand, as he held all 3 of the younger ones in his arms.

He frantically entered the store, almost collapsing with relief when he saw his son sat at the customer service desk with the security guard, eating a lollipop before smiling when he saw his dad come to pick him up.

After giving proof that yes, he was his father, he took all of his kids back home after getting them some ice cream.

...this would be one conversation he was not excited to have with you....

Yahaba Shigeru: 

Yahaba and his 2 sons had been hanging out in the living room while you finished making some snacks in the kitchen.

Yahaba had been trying to set up a DVD player, you guys were going to watch some home-videos from your high school days but they were all on CD.

So, after borrowing one from his parents house, he set out to hook it up to the TV.

...Which was proving much more difficult then he first anticipated.

His two boys, Itsuki (6) and Hayato (8) were in there with him, ‘helping’ as they had called it.

Yahaba groaned as he sat back, a hand ruffling through his hair as he racked his brain to think of the problem.

You had finished preparing everything so you came in, with the food, and set it down on the coffee table.

You came up behind your husband, kneeling down behind him and placing your hands on his shoulders.

“How’s it going?” He sighed, leaning back into you.

“Well, I think I know what I need to do, I’m going to have to stick my hand back there though. Hey Hayato, can you help me out buddy?” The 8 year old excitedly nodded.

“Great, I need you to hold this flashlight here, hold it steady okay?” Hayato nodded with a ‘Yup!’ before Yahaba laid down on his side, maneuvering to where he could see the back of the TV.

All had been going well, he had just got it hooked up, and after having you test it, it worked!

He tried to get himself out from behind the TV, until a sharp edge caught his finger.

“Sh!t!” Your eyes widened, “Shigeru!” He hadn’t realized his slip up until he was out from behind the TV, faced directly with your glare.

“Kids, don’t say that.” His youngest blinked at him. “But why?”.

Kneeling down in front of him Yahaba tried to explain, but it was a little hard when you were glaring holes into the back of his head and his oldest was giggling at the situation.

*Iwaizumi Hajime: 

It was a weekend in summer vacation, and you and your husband were both off work.

This meant, you guys got a whole day to spend with your 3 boys, and one of the things you guys loved to do as a family was play games.

On this particular afternoon, your sons had chosen to play twister.

You were a little skeptical because you had 3 competitive, rambunctious boys. 

And an equally competitive rambunctious husband.

But after getting 4 identical pouts you couldn’t say no...

But, you elected to be the spinner. (..for your own safety)

“Left hand, green.” This put your middlest son in quite the predicament.

The only space available was the Green directly by his fathers hand, meaning he’d have to crawl under Iwaizumi.

“Okay Hajime, right hand, yellow.” Iwaizumi grimaced as he tried to reach it.

 This wasn’t good, the mat was slick, his hands were sweating-

“oOf” Before he could catch himself he had completely lost his balance, landing right on his son.

You gasped in horror as you saw the life get squeezed out of your 5 year old, scrambling from where you sat to check on your now pancaked son.

“...Hiro..are you okay..?” 

His small head shot up with a “I’m okay!” Before he, albeit wearily, stood up brushing off his godzilla t-shirt before continuing on with his life.

You took a deep breath as you sat back down, flashing a warning look towards your husband who sheepishly smiled and shrugged his shoulders.

And after checking that yes, your son really was okay, you guys continued on with some...safer games.

Futakuchi Kenji: 

You had left for a weekend visit to see your parents in your hometown, leaving your husband and Your 3 girls alone.

It was a friday night, so after having a less than healthy dinner, ice cream and a fair amount of other sweets, Futakuchi figured a movie before bed would be a good way to finish off the night.

He scrolled through netflix trying to find a movie he could watch with his girls.

“Daddy, can we watch snow white?!” Futakuchi looked down at his oldest, Hayami, before he shrugged. “Sure.”

He may be a guy, but he was not above watching princess movies if it meant his babies were happy. Besides, it was a disney movie, what bad could be in it!

Everything was going swell, until the witch showed up.

He felt the sick feeling of dread in his stomach as soon as he felt his middlest curl in tight to his side, his youngest hopping off of the couch and climbing into his lap.

...Disney SHOULD have been a safe bet, but with the way his 3 girls were clinging onto him for dear life, he probably should have previewed it first..

That night he put them to bed, reading them a quick story before giving them each a kiss on their forehead and tucking them into bed. 

15 minutes.

15 minutes of almost sleep when he heard you guys’ bedroom door creak open, 3 sets of little feet pad over to his side of the bed.

“...daddy..?” He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes as he opened them, brown eyes meeting the teary ones of his 3 children as they stood there. Speaking in as soft of a voice as he could he tried not to sound as tired as he knew he was.

“What is it munchkin?” His daughters all fidgeted where they stood, fiddling with the hems of their princess night gowns as they stood there.

“...We’re scared...can we sleep with you..?” Knowing he wouldn’t be able to get them to sleep like you could, and being incredibly tired himself he moved to the side, opening the covers and making room for all 3 of his princesses.

...This was going to be a long night for him.. 

Daishou Suguru: 

Daishou had been playing outside with his kids, his 2 year old son Kento and his 5 year old daughter Shizuko.

His son was sat on his shoulders, one of Daishou’s hands wrapped firmly around the boys ankles while the other pushed his daughter on the swing.

You had been inside getting dinner ready while they had been outside; smiling fondly at the smiles that were plastered on their faces.

When dinner had finished you walked to the sliding glass door, opening it and calling to them. “Dinners ready! Come inside and wash up so we can eat.” Your daughter and husband replied with ‘okay!’ as you went back to get plates. 

Slowing down the swing Daishou brought it to a stop so Skizuko could safely get off.

In all honesty, he was a good dad.

He was very mindful of his children and their surroundings, so they didn’t get hurt too often.

He was also very careful not to accidentally hurt them.

But accidents happen.

Walking to the back door, he, somehow either forgot or the thought didn’t register in his mind that his son was still perched on his shoulders.

He didn’t remember until a loud *whack!* was heard, and his sons cries sounded above him.

..He had tried going inside, through the door, with his son on his shoulders.

Bringing him down from his shoulders he quickly brought him inside to set him down on the counter, you almost screaming when you saw the bruise forming on his little forehead.

“Ah-wha-how- SUGURU! What happened?!”

Groaning Daishou gently put a small ice pack on his sons head, “...He whacked his head on the door frame...” You looked at him, “And how did he do that?”

Daishou sighed as he looked down, grimacing at the purple mark already present on his sons head.

...For the next few nights the couch became a good friend of his.

Numai Kazuma: 

Today was your son, Kazuya’s birthday. Today he would be turning 1.

Kazuya was the first, and so far only child you had with your husband of 3 years Kazuma Numai.

You and Numai were still learning how to be parents, and it had been an interesting journey to say the least, but you guys were doing good!

Your relatives and friends had just left, leaving you, Kazuma and your son.

It was pretty late so you started cleaning up in the kitchen and Numai started in the living room.

Kazuya had been pretty fussy, you both figuring he was tired, but when you tried to put him to sleep he wouldn’t even close his eyes.

So, deciding it’d be best to get it out of the way Numai held Kazuya as he was cleaning.

Things had been going just fine before Kazuya had reached out to grab at something on a nearby book shelf, causing the book shelf to start tipping over.

At that moment the only thing going through Numai’s mind was ‘stop the book shelf’, because at the moment, getting his son and him crushed by a bookshelf seemed like a very bad thing.

But what he hadn’t thought of was the fact that reflexively he had used both of his arms to stop said shelf (which didn’t even fall), the same two arms that had been holding his- “WAAAHH”

His eyes snapped down to the BABY he had just let go of, now crying on the floor.

You rushed into the living room, seeing your husband now cradling your still crying son, whispering apologies into his hair as he kissed the top of his head.

“Kazuma what happened?” 

He avoided eye contact. 

“...Kazuma...” Looking down he spoke.

“...I dropped him...”

...

“...you what?”

[neptune-midheaven]

💓 Astro Notes PT 3 ! 💓

+I’m definitelyy gonna do sign posts soon, like houses, planets, asteroids, and all, it’s all gonna have a theme to each topic yada yada yadaa, so look outtt+

>A bit of a long post here so have fun scrolling through it hehe :))

*All aries risings have sign/house synchronization because the house order doesn’t move or if it does move at all it hardly does, only shifting by a sign or two depending on how late the ascendant degree is, this is notorious of aries’ independence streak by wanting each sign to be in their native houses, to feel its house’s full power, aries rules 1st the house of identity so there’s the more symbolic way for this occurring. It’s pure energy here.

*Venus-saturn, especially conjunction, definitely carry a big daddy vibe. It’s more prominent if the two are placed in the angular houses.

*Taurus and libra are both rules by venus, but these energies are distributed between the two signs in different ways. A basic way to differ the two energy wise is taurus is the “masculine” side of venus, libra is far more “feminine”. Both are delicate but in different ways taurus is “heavier”, for it being an earth sign, contrasted with the airy and flighty libra.

*Libra sun is in fall in astrology, the fall meaning the behavior of the sign contradicts the traditional role of the planet, the role of the sun is to stand out from everyone else, its your radiance, what makes you special, it’s your ego and what you take pride in. But libra wants to be relatable to everyone, to NOT stand out, merge and meet and balance !! This is the opposite of aries, aries is independent, “what makes ME independent, me me me !!”, explaining its exaltation when the sun enters this sign, it’s not absolutely the same as leo sun or the suns energy overall but it’s a close fit, almost... perfect, that’s what the exaltation means represents here. Libra is focused on everyone else around them, everyone other than themselves, the people around them and how they can compromise to fit everyone’s needs. I mentioned before they don’t like to stand out, this is excluding fire placements in a libras chart which will create a person who relates well to others but still demands to stand out in whatever planet is in a fire sign.

*Whatever house leo is ruling is wherever your rising sign’s ego is being expressed in, ex: leo in 11th expresses their ego, creativity with friends, causes. This area of life is where you’ll likely take most pride in, excluding the suns placement in the chart.

*Neptune in 7th can attract a lot of partners in need of healing or help. This person is very healing and guiding in relationships, maybe they could even make a good guidance counselor, but I’m not so sure astrologically because I haven’t looked into it entirely, let me know if this is true.

*Neptune in 2nd is the type of person to browse a shop, find whatever they like but never end up buying it, they change their minds about it by putting it back right before they leave. They could’ve been talking about hooow much they want to get whatever they’re holding onto over and over again but never buy the thinggg.

*Aries mercury were always told to lower their voice or be quiet as kids I swear.

*Uranus in 12th feels they should hide their brilliance, these are veryy creative people they just keep it a secret.

*12th house feels like a never ending game of hide and seek, you find the planet sometimes but you’re always in a never ending loop, always searching for it.

*The moon in astrology, when looking into the mother, who’s ruled by the moon in astrology, describes your relationship with her, what she’s like, how she raised you etc...

*Ex: taurus moons, your mother gave you many gifts, she adored youu as taurus is ruled venus which rules gifts and appreciation, she was also very relaxed in your childhood, she still is now. This relationship is a very calm, steady one, moon is exalted in taurus meaning the role of the moon is comfortable in relaxed and comfy taurus.

*Ex: a moon in 8th, the house of intense and psychic scorpio, could have a psychic or even telepathic bond to the mother, this is a very strong connection overall and depending on its sign and aspects is where you’ll find the specifics of the relationship from, the details, how the relationship is flavored.

*Sun in 12th indicates an absent father figure. This placement is difficult, i’m so sorry if you have it because you can never feel like you can be yourself, it’s hidden from you. With any other placement in astrology, there’s a gorgeous, forgiving upside to it, you’re very healing and understanding of others, an empath or at least someone who sucks in the negative vibes out the environment, it can get quite exhausting !! so always need to seclude yourself now and then, you’re very loyal and caring of your loved ones, people love you for your sensitivity and empathy as this placement also makes you an old soul, someone overflowing with wisdom others rely on.

*5th house shows you what your child will be like, what traits they embody, what they will do and even how they act.

*Capricorn risings look elvish, they have high cheekbones a lot like a LOTR character and elvish, chiseled ears. It’s not OUT there but it’s subtle.

*Chiron in 9th has experienced religious trauma.

*A lot of 12th or 8th house placements carry a lot of karma.

*Mercury-pluto (especially negative) can become inconsiderate in arguments, they bring up a ton of shit to use against you, only as long as they can win.

*Scorpio suns are far more optimistic and light hearted than the moon sign.

*Mercury-ascendant aspects can make even an introverted rising sign more out-going, open, talkative (not that introverted risings can’t be talkative this is just what comes with this placement).

*You may be good at something without realizing it, take a peak at your 12th house or quintiles !! For quintiles, look up the trine form of whatever two planets are aspected for the general description since there’s not too much to find online sadly. 12th house is something you don’t really know or realize you’re good at, especially early in life, the secret talent pertaining to whichever sign or planet are ruling/in this house.

*Leo venus take pride in their loverss like damnnnn they literally treat their partners as royalty, king and queen, kissing the ground they walk on and everything, they’re so devoted in love, it’s adorable !! <33

*Pisces and leo moons, THE dreamiest, most romantic moon sign pairr, it’s well known pisces is the hopeless romantic of the zodiac, however to bring up the flamboyant, dramatic leo moon when describing a dreamy romantic you wonder, really ?? Yes this is extremely true ! Both signs, pisces and leo, are fairly alike, almost alike in fact, considering they both create a inconjunction in the natal chart, two signs who share some similarities while still contradicting one another in ways they express these similarities, both pisces and leo are creative, talented, have a love for the arts, film, music, loyal as friends and love to care for others, both are insanely idealistic. Leo rules the child remember !! so they’re a childlike sign with young idealism, an idealistic moon sign here. Both leo and pisces moons are children at heart, they’re so gooey and sweet.

*Sun in 10th can get any job they apply for, they could even be terrible at that job they want, the one they want to try out for, they would even have a breakdown over how terrible they were in an interview but still get the job like HOWW- WITCHCRAFTT.

*Aquarius mercuries were known as the smartest kid in class, the einstein’s of the class, everyone asked for their answers for the homework, they just carry this flair of intellectual superiority just like the sun sign haha.

*Your 12th house is what you unconsciously give off the vibe of, your ascendant and midheaven are noticeable layers, different types of layers of you !!but the subtle layers of the 12th house, sign or planet, can always be sensed unconsciously, 12th house energies are at a higher octave, a higher vibration than the other houses, even 11th, you can notice a person’s subtle 12th house energy but they’re still completely unaware of it as it’s ! hidden ! from them.

*Aquarius venus, and really all air venuses in general, are soo stereotyped UGHH, what I mean by stereotyped is the descriptions of each of these venus signs is literally like the same shit over and overrr again, they all get terrible reps in the astro community it seems almost close minded because it’s also such a hugee generalization. It’s only about how the air venus energy is used, manifested in the person, if its underdeveloped or not. If it’s underdeveloped it’s going to be chaotically afloat from material love affairs, which earth venuses don’ttt like, water too, fire can handle the floaty-ness but if the passion’s not there- BYE !! If you develop an air venus well enough, you can balance the material and intellectual realms in your relationships, this is kinda natural for earth heavy charts with one the air signs here, however fire or even more air could become a little tricky to ground yourself in relationships. Just let your partners know you deserve your space because you guys can really run out of mental power after a while, so it’s necessary for you to recharge !! just don’t ghost people completely when you do, it’s where this immortal stereotype comes from.

*Saturn dominant people are flawless beings.

*Saturn in 3rd, YOU GUYS ARE SOOOSOO SOOO SMART AHH. Their minds are always running at a fast pace like literal lightning, or they become too overwhelming (not in a bad sense ofcc, it’s just how it is) that the person’s speech rhythm is kinda forgotten about in a way, it feels like that their mouths aren’t always running in sync. The thought they’re going to express into words should come out but it’s so quick or even “heavy” it jumbles up a sentence or it causes the person to mix up a word or two. Their minds are fast fast fastt but they feel like their mouths are running in literal slow motion. There’s nothing wrong with this, this placement makes amazingly smart peoplee. Just relax, try letting yourself go in conversation, let all that big, brain energy freee !!

*Alsoo, as singers they would and definitely ALWAYSS get their notes right, they have actual PERFECT voices, they really should become writers or, like I said, singing would be perfect for them because they would never mess up lmaoo.

*Libra, computerized concern and sympathy...

*Pluto in 8th feel unbeatable, indestructible almost, they have above average regenerative abilities, they have the best survival tactics but they keep it a secret, it’s 8th house we’re talking about.

*Whatever saturn is in is the area where you’ll become flawless in, you’ll master that area throughout your life with time.

*There is a guiding planet in astrology, the planet that is closest behind the sun, it’s considered your “second” chart ruler, or basically has the energy of it because you can probably relate to it being one of the most prominent energies in your chart.

*Sagittarius//9th house mercury is soooo blunt, so blunt. Wait did I mention they’re SOOO SO BLUNT.

*Moon in 5th need to perform, they love to get out on stage and perform with their entire hearts, they’ll do amazing in the performing arts, theatre, and honestly they probably already aree. These people are so playful and generally so fun to be around, they’re natural hypemen as well !!

*Taurus venus love to be appreciated by their partners, the gifts, the kisses, the food and allll.

*Neptune in 3rd feel everything in their environment, they can sift through the energies and vibes, it’s second nature, no not second nature, FIRST nature, they’re one with everything around them. Their minds are like a hazy, cloudy ocean containing every drop, every thought of a place, a person.

*Moon in 11th, and 10th too, have a special ability to understand and sympathize with the public, they always know what the public wants and even how to give it to them. This can easily get them famous since they’re extremely understanding people, especially if moon is healthy in the chart.

*Someone with a lot of capricorn/10th house or aquarius/11th house energy is very extroverted, they enjoy socializing with others but suffer from social burn outs often, they often need to recharge.

*Scorpio risings have intense voices, like their tone radiates throughout your head and it can feel intense overall, even when they’re speaking casually. The specific flavor or tone doesn’t matter but how it sounds overall is piercing.

*In astrology, libra rising starts the house cusps with each houses sister signs ruling each cusps ex: pisces rules 6th house, the house of virgo in astrology. Symbolically, libra wants to balance out the houses by blending the energies with the sister signs together, by with what is (house number) and how it’s done (sign on each house cusp), for balanceee !!

*Moon conjunction uranus TRANSITSS can cause literal earthquakes on earth, shocking news or something shocking or groundbreaking will happen that day either around the world and in personal, daily life. Ex: this transit happened on halloween during the blue moon, so basically no one ever trick or treats in my neighborhood, like barely anyone comes out i mean, it’s always 5 houses apart where people typically hand out candy, some people are just hanging out, we always run out of houses to go to since it’s not very active, but this year EVERYONE was out trick or treating it was so crazy to see so many people out, it was quite literally shocking because that actually never happens also there’s a whole pandemic going on too lmaooo.

[chasingpj]

𝐀 𝐒𝐞𝐭-𝐔𝐩

"We should go pick the strawberries over there. Percy and Y/n can work on the ones here."

pairing: percy jackson x child of hecate!reader

words: 3,887

warnings: none?? pls let me know if i missed anything

timeline: post sea of monsters

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a/n: hi hi! I was supposed to post this yesterday, but oops. I don't have much to say. again, it's a little bit of a slow start just because I want to introduce characters and establish relationship dynamics before getting into the good stuff. anyways, i hope you like it! i love hearing feedback so don't hesitate to reach out to me!

Part One Part Two Part Three

When you were stressed or needed to be alone with your thoughts, you often found yourself in the strawberry fields, either helping collect the harvest or simply sitting on the grass patches nearby. You usually preferred being in the fields alone, peacefully listening to the chirping of the birds and cicadas while inhaling the scent of sun-baked strawberries. However, there were times where you did stumble upon the company of the girls from the Demeter and Aphrodite cabin. You didn't mind hanging out with them, always amused at their banter and choice of conversation. They were always bubbly, taking advantage of the leisure activity to gossip and have girl talk, and it was nice, even if you were just listening.

Today was one of those days where you weren’t alone in the fields. Standing alongside Silena, Katie, and your half-sister, Lou Ellen, you find yourself zoning in and out of their conversation. Their chattering and giggling serve as background noise as you focus on cutting the strawberries from their stems to carefully place them in your basket.

"Who do you think are the cutest boys at camp?" You hear Silena ask when you decide to tune back into their conversation. A silence falls amongst the group; Katie and Lou Ellen were suddenly hesitant to speak. You look up, waiting for one of them to break the silence because it definitely wasn’t going to be you.

"I know what you're doing! You're trying to find out our crushes," Katie points her finger at Silena accusingly. Lou Ellen nods,

“Yeah, we know your tricks, Silena! You’re gonna try and set us up with people.”

"What? No!" Silena denies, but the smirk on her face said otherwise. "I'm just asking in general! You can find someone cute and not have a crush on them,” she points out. The three of you weren’t convinced at Silena’s claims, and the silence returns. You turn back to what you were doing, not really wanting to trap yourself in this conversation, and you decide to leave the pressure of confession to Katie and Lou Ellen.

"Okay.” Katie turns her body to face you. You hesitantly meet her gaze, already knowing what she's going to confess. "... this might be weird, but I think your brother is really cute," she admits, giggling nervously as she looks at both you and Lou Ellen. You scrunch your nose, shaking your head while Lou Ellen joins your reaction as she gags theatrically. The confession didn't surprise you, but it still felt weird to hear it.

"He's ugly!" You exclaim. Silena laughs, her head thrown back as Katie gasps at your insult about Atticus. Even though this wasn't the first time you've heard this from girls at camp, you still found it strange. Even your mortal friends have told you that they think your brother is adorable. You’ll never admit it out loud to anyone, but you were aware that your brother definitely wasn't ugly. Obviously, he wasn't if almost all of your friends had to mention his appearance at least once. Not only was Atticus conventionally attractive, but he was also a natural flirt, so he got attention from girls fairly easily. So much so that before your mother claimed you, Connor and Travis Stoll swore you guys were going to be claimed by Aphrodite.

You've only seen him flirt a handful of times, usually with the wood nymphs and playfully with the girls from the Aphrodite cabin. It was strange seeing girls flirt with him and giggle at all his stupid jokes because that “smooth” Atticus they meet is so different from the Atticus you saw. The Atticus you got to see was a clumsy dork that obsessed over Harry Potter and had a habit of bursting into song whenever he was bored, most often singing his own rendition of a song from a broadway musical or of a rock song from the 90s.

"No, he isn't! His facial structure is amazing!” Katie gushes. “And he's tall and has broad shoulders. He's also really funny!" You and Lou Ellen stare at her with a straight face before simultaneously bursting into laughter.

“He’s a dork!” Lou Ellen chokes through her laughs, and you nod, agreeing with her.

"Hey! I get where Katie is coming from! As his sisters, you guys are biased. Of course, you’re gonna say he's ugly," Silena points out, and you sigh,

“Live with him in the Hermes Cabin for a couple of weeks, and when you see him in his natural state, you won’t find him cute anymore,” you joke. Katie shakes her head,

“I don’t believe you. I bet he’s even cuter! You’re calling him a dork, but jokes on you, I like dorks,” she says playfully, crossing her arms over her chest, and you smile at her.

“To each their own, I guess.”

"What about you? Who do you think is cute?" Silena asks you. You side-eye the other, and you feel your face heat up. You really didn’t want to be the target in this conversation. Turning back to the bushes, you answer her question with a shrug of your shoulders. Silena scoffs, "there has to be someone! We have a good group of guys to choose from at camp."

"I mean, yeah…" you trail off hesitantly, and you feel the stares of the girls as they wait for your answer. You knew they weren't going to let this go, and so, you sigh softly, taking a moment to find the courage to confess. "I guess Percy is cute-"

"Y/n!"

Your breath hitches in your throat, and your shoulder tenses up at the sound of the familiar voice. It was too much of a coincidence that Percy showed up the exact moment you were speaking about him. The girls laugh at your reaction and your cheeks somehow become hotter as Silena smiles at you knowingly. If she didn't sense your crush before, she definitely sensed it now. Snapping your gaze away from her, you find the courage to turn around.

"Hey, Percy," you say, smiling sheepishly. You fiddle with your fingers as you take in his appearance. Percy was wearing his orange camp half-blood shirt and cargo pants. His cheeks were a little flushed at the summer heat, and you assume he probably came from training. As usual, his dark hair was slightly disheveled, and you couldn’t help your lips curling into a soft smile.

"Hey, I've been looking for you. You left these on the dock," he says, presenting the black pouch filled with your crystals in his hand. You gasp softly as you take it from him.

"Oh! Thank you. I can’t believe I forgot them," You shake your head at yourself as you put them in your strawberry basket in the meantime. You didn’t understand how your forgotten crystals never came to your mind once, especially this late in the day.

"No problem. I think they’re all in there," he smiles at you before acknowledging the girls standing behind you. "Hey, guys.”

He furrowed his eyebrows as they giggle amongst themselves. They murmur a few things to each other before turning their gaze to him again.

"Percy, I wanted to ask who do you think is the prettiest girl at camp?" Silena asks as the girls move to surround him. You're stomach flutters crazily with nerves, and you cringe, feeling embarrassed even though Percy was oblivious to the motive behind the question.

Percy looks around him, shifting his weight from one foot to another,

"This… feels like a trap,” he says slowly, making the girls giggle.

"It's not! We just want to know. Anyone, in particular, stands out to you?" Silena steps closer to him.

"Any crushes?" Katie asks.

"There has to be someone, right?" Lou Ellen smiles.

"Um… I- why are you guys asking so many questions?" He mutters, his shoulders tense up as he avoids the stares of the three girls practically towering over him.

"Guys, leave him alone," you laugh shortly. "You don't have to answer all that," you reassure him, cutting through their little circle as you squeeze between Silena and Katie.

You stand beside Percy, the girls deciding to step down and return to their original places. Silena smiles, and you can't tell what she's thinking, but you knew that the smile playing on her lips made you nervous. You awkwardly exchange a look with Percy, noticing that he was just as flustered as you were.

"You know… I noticed that those bushes over there get a lot of sun," Silena says, breaking her silence as she turns to Katie and Lou Ellen. She points at the bushes about three rows from where you were all standing, and Katie nods,

"We should go pick the strawberries over there. Percy and Y/n can work on the ones here." Silena gives you a smirk, winking at you before turning around and taking the other girls with her.

You resume your strawberry picking, chewing on your button lip. You were hoping that he didn't witness Silena wink at you because if he did, it was then way too obvious that the girls spontaneously set up this. There's a silence for a moment, and you feel your palms start to sweat as you try to figure out what you were going to say to him.

"Where's Ambrose?" Percy asks softly, and you glance over for a second, watching as he picks the strawberries beside you.

"Oh, uh, he ran off a little while ago with my brothers. They're probably playing somewhere." You smile, remembering how Ambrose wasted no time, running over to Alabaster and Ernest the moment they had offered to play with him.

"... how do you play with a ghost dog?" Percy gleams, amused at the idea of playing with Ambrose considering he couldn’t touch many things.

"There's a process where you can offer things to his spirit, so he has a few toys that he can play with," you explain. “He and I play with his toys all the time, but he’s with my brother’s right now, so they're probably wrestling."

"What? Really? I wouldn’t want to wrestle Ambrose,” Percy admits as a short laugh comes from his mouth.

"Yeah, me neither. He would definitely win if we did. Once he was so excited to see me; he jumped on me and knocked me down no problem,” you shake your head. “I think he forgets how big he is, and he ends up getting carried away sometimes.”

You look up from what you were doing, unexpectedly meeting Percy’s green eyes that resemble the color of the Caribbean sea as the sun shines into them. The butterflies in your stomach return, and you’re trying not to focus on the fact that the other was already looking at you. You look elsewhere, suddenly too shy to look at him, but your eyes couldn’t help but flicker back to his face. From this close, you noticed things about him that you didn’t see before, like the scattered freckles on his face, his long eyelashes, and his slightly chapped lips.

“I-” he stops himself suddenly, and your eyebrows furrow. The tension between you both was something you've never felt before. You didn't understand why Percy looked dazed, staring at you as if he found you to be the most captivating person in the world.

You open your mouth, but before you could speak, you see something moving at the end of the bush row. Breaking your gaze with Percy, you notice Silena's focusing intensely on you and him. It suddenly dawns on you that the strange tension was because she was working that love magic that all the Aphrodite children can do. She smirks when she sees that you’ve noticed her, and you swore you saw her mouth a “you’re welcome.” The tension suddenly falls as she hides behind the bushes right as Percy turns around to find out what you were looking at.

You giggle nervously, “um, yeah. Anyways... Ambrose can put up a fight,” you say, trying to revert to the original topic because you really didn’t want to discuss what just happened. You give him a second to get himself together, Percy looking a little disoriented after being under Silena's look magic. He blinks a few times before turning abruptly toward the strawberry bushes. A nervous chuckle leaves his lips, and his hand comes up to rub the back of his neck. He shifts on his feet and nods,

“Yeah, I can imagine.” He clears his throat, his voice coming out a little higher than he had intended it to be. You bite your bottom lip, trying to refrain from laughing, and you hum softly in response.

The two of you sat in silence for a bit before your conversation had picked up again. Surprisingly, even after being unknowingly manipulated by Silena’s magic, Percy moved on quickly from the awkward tension. You found it was easy to talk to him, the two of you chatting as if you didn't just meet yesterday. The two of you talked and laughed a lot, sharing funny stories from quests or about your mortal parents.

You’ve never been a closed-off person, and you were able to share things easily with people, so the conversation flew naturally. You guys talked about the weird perks of your powers. One of the weird perks you shared is your ability to see and communicate with ghosts, and you end up freaking him out with the many stories of your paranormal experiences.

You weren't sure how long you were talking to him, but time felt like it flew by, and eventually, your baskets were filled with strawberries as you finished picking the row. The sun was lower in the sky, and you assume that it was almost time for dinner. You figured you should find your siblings, and Ambrose and Percy had mentioned that he had plans to climb the lava wall with a few of his friends. So you guys placed your baskets in the drop-off section where they package the strawberries, exchanging a short “see you later” before parting ways.

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The last thing Annabeth was expecting to see today was an out-of-breath Atticus bursting into her cabin, but there he was. She jumps in her seat at the sudden bang, the sound cutting through the silence. Her gaze snaps from her book to the door, concerned for a second as Atticus looks panicked. He lets himself in, scoping out the room in search of something.

"What are you-?"

"Have you seen Harvey?" Atticus asks, frantically looking for his familiar. Harvey is a black-footed ferret that was given to him by his mother. When you guys found out that Ambrose was for you, Atticus was pretty bummed. He was jealous that your mother had given you such a cool gift, and you had assumed that she had seen how upset he was because a few days after Hecate officially claimed you, Atticus received Harvey as a present. The morning he met Harvey for the first time, Atticus was thrilled to wake up with the ferret casually sitting on his chest.

"I'm sorry, Harvey? I don't know a Harvey?" Annabeth turns in her chair to face him, her arms crossed over her chest.

"My ferret, have you seen him?" Atticus drops to his knees, looking under the beds and the nightstands. He just saw him jump into the back window of the Athena Cabin, so he was sure that Harvey was hiding somewhere.

"Um, no?" Annabeth rolls her eyes, finding it rude that he has barged in as if he lived there. Suddenly, a small animal jumps from the top of the bookcase beside her and right on her desk. Annabeth yelps, getting up from her seat quick as Harvey snorts, and he clumsily runs across her papers before prancing across all the desks that were lined against the wall.

"Harvey, what are you doing?!" Atticus exclaims as he moves to stand up. He attempts to meet Harvey at the last desk, but Harvey jumps out of his reach just as he closes his fist to grab him. Harvey zooms across the room, forcing him to play a one-sided game of tag that Atticus was definitely losing. He occasionally slips and stumbles, the snorts that leave his snout starting to sound like mocking laughter.

"What's wrong with your rat?" Annabeth jokes as her eyes follow Harvey around the room.

"He's a ferret," Atticus corrects her, mumbling under his breath. He sighs as he tries to catch up with the animal, failing miserably as not only was he crazy fast, he was able to find the smallest corners to hide in.

"Similar family," she shrugs, smirking at him. "And you didn't answer my question."

Atticus sighs, getting on the floor to try and grab Harvey, who’s tucked in the corner under one of the beds. He squints at the small animal, not sure why he’s acting this way when Harvey was curled up on his desk, peacefully taking a nap about 20 minutes ago.

"He does this sometimes. I don't know. He wants to play, and then he causes chaos," Atticus grunts, almost grabbing Harvey, but he runs out of his reach once again. Atticus groans as he sits back on his heels, pinching the bridge of his nose. He decides he might as well take a breather since he's been chasing him for the past 10 minutes, and he considers that he should stop entertaining him since Harvey obviously saw this as some game.

He sighs softly, choosing to forget about Harvey as he looks over at Annabeth. Her gray eyes are fixed on him as she leans against the edge of her desk. Her curly blonde locks are pulled back in a messy low ponytail allowing the front strands to frame her face prettily. Atticus smiles as he admires her, taking in her appearance before she starts telling him off.

"You look pretty like that," Atticus compliments, his heart skipping a beat as their eyes meet. He watches as her expression softens for a second, her eyes wide at the random compliment. Atticus smirks softly, not surprised, as her face suddenly darkens into a scowl. If Annabeth felt anything for him, she was good at hiding it.

When Atticus had first arrived at camp last summer, Annabeth and he spoke here and there. Their conversations were brief but pleasant, and Atticus found himself wanting to talk to her more often. As his crush for her grew, he had taken it upon himself to harmlessly flirt with her, hoping she’d get the hint that he was interested.

"Like what?" She asks, her chin up as she moves to stand up straight on her feet.

"With your hair in a ponytail like that. It's cute.”

"Hmm. Thanks for letting me know, so I'll never do it like this again,” she says in such a serious tone that made Atticus laugh. There it is. Annabeth was always quick to shut him down, and she never failed to make witty comebacks. He was pretty certain that it was just banter, but it made it hard to tell if she was maybe into him. But he never failed to notice how occasionally, she’d momentarily be lost for words or have a flustered look on her face before it hardened as it did a moment ago.

"You'd be pretty regardless, Chase.” He feels his knees start to ache, and he sighs as he gets back up on his feet.

"Don't call me that," Annabeth says abruptly.

"What? Chase? What do you prefer? Annie? Beth? Anna?" He teases.

"I prefer Annabeth, thank you." She gives him a tight, sarcastic smile, and a short laugh comes from Atticus’s mouth.

"That's not fun, though…" His hand comes under his chin as he studies her. He ponders for a second, trying to come up with a name that he can personally call her. Annabeth shifts, avoiding his gaze as she looks elsewhere. She was weirded out that the other was looking at her for so long, and she tried not to show how flustered she actually was. She grunts,

"What?! What are you look-"

"Goldilocks," Atticus blurts out, his finger pointing into the air as his face brightens, thinking he’s an absolute genius for coming up with that name. Annabeth shakes her head,

"Don't call me th-"

"It's been decided. I will call you goldilocks. No one else can call you that," Atticus cuts her off, the same proud smile plastered on his face even though Annabeth’s eyes narrow dangerously at him. Atticus takes a step back hesitantly. At first glance, she didn’t come off as intimidating, but Atticus knew better. He was always sure not to push her too far because he was completely aware of her ability to kill him.

Atticus suddenly remembers Harvey, noticing how the sound of his little feet pattering along the wooden floor ceased a while ago. He scans the room finding Harvey standing on his hind legs a couple of feet away, calmly watching them. Atticus still couldn’t understand why he had acted so strangely. Familiars couldn’t talk, obviously because they’re animals but their actions are never out of vain. They’re usually trying to tell you something if they’re acting strange, and it takes a while to put the pieces together since there is only so much they can do. After thinking for a second, it dawns on Atticus that Harvey purposely made him come to the Athena Cabin so that he can talk to Annabeth. He smiles to himself, walking toward Harvey. He didn’t run away this time, allowing Atticus to put him on his shoulder.

"He just stopped,” Annabeth points out, her head tilting to the side.

"Probably got tired?" Atticus makes an excuse for him, not wanting to admit that Harvey had decided to be his wingman today. "Sorry for barging in, by the way," he apologizes. “I saw him jump in from the window, and I was worried he’d break something.”

"Whatever. Don’t do it again.”

"Got it. Well, I'll see you around, Goldilocks. Happy studying.” Atticus turns on his heels, hearing a scoff coming from Annabeth as he walks out of the cabin.

"When did I ask you to be my wingman?" Atticus asks Harvey as he walks off the steps of the Athena Cabin. He reaches up, his index finger petting the top of his head. "You're crazy, bud... But she is cute, isn't she?" Atticus laughs, Harvey snorting as if he agrees with him.

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[thelowlysatsuma]

alright dipsticks, hear me out

taz balance au where everything is the same except that lucretia and barry have each others’ farspeech frequencies

it all starts about a year after lucretia voidfishes the plane. she’s poking around goldcliff, hoping to find some way to con some rich shit into paying for her gigantic moon base, when she runs — literally runs headfirst — into some bespectacled nerd in denim

barry, for his part, doesn’t know why this complete stranger is offering to buy him lunch as an apology for spilling his Fantasy Starbucks all over his oldass shirt, but he sure as shit isn’t complaining. especially when something, something about this kid feels so... familiar

in a spur of the moment decision, lucretia gives him her farspeech number. barry doesn’t think anything of it at the time

...anything, that is, until he’s rising, spectral and flickering, over his battered corpse, and he begins laughing hysterically, tears glimmering in long-gone eye sockets. he may not have lup back, but he’s got his little sister.

so they start texting. is barry furious at lucretia for what she’s done? sure, a bit. but he understands her logic, and his temper is soothed when she point-blank tells him that she’s going to help him find lup. they may be working against each other as far as the relics are concerned, but if lucretia can locate at least one more shred of her former family, then by god is she going to. barry understands, he thinks, and so they help keep each other a little less lonely over a long ten years

lucretia keeps barry updated on how the other birds are doing, as best she can. they rejoice together as magnus and julia take back raven’s roost, and when glamour springs is shadowed by a mass poisoning barry has to do everything up to physically restraining lucretia from beating the ass of whichever motherfucker did that to taako. wait, he tells her. physical pain is temporary. a lich, on the other hand, is in a prime position to make some douche’s life a living hell. lucretia grins and offers to fund his plots in any way she can.

barry, for his part, keeps lucretia up-to-date on the search for lup. they have matching little cork boards in their respective offices, each filled with maps and theories and half-baked what-ifs. they aren’t any closer to finding out what happened to her, but they will. they have to.

speaking of things happening, barry is the first one to find lucretia after wonderland. he hadn’t been able to reach her for a month, and so when he feels the enormous surge of pure magical despair explode outwards from the felicity wilds, he transports himself there as quickly as he can. he finds his baby sister at the centre of a mile-wide crater, twenty years older and countless sacrifices poorer, and he holds her as gently as he can without physical hands, and makes her promise to never deal with wonderland again. fuck, he’ll get the animus bell for her, he doesn’t care. he just can’t see lucretia in that state ever again. (never again, that’s what they told themselves, in a group huddle late one night the dawn of cycle 66. he’d failed her once. he couldn’t do it again.)

as she builds up the bureau, lucretia starts getting questions about her best friend on the stone. lucas asks her point blank who it is one day early in their acquaintance, and she answers “b- uh, b-j” “that tells me basically nothing. what does that even stand for?” lucas demands. “uh,” lucretia says, “🅱️amazing jrace”

thus begins a fine tradition of bureau employees trying to get any info they can on the mysterious “bj”, including his actual name. so far some of the top answers they’ve gotten from madame director include “bitchin jackass” “burger joint” “beetlejuice” and “banjo jimboree”. once, robbie asks her if he’s her secret lover, and lucretia has to summon a bucket before retching in disgust, which puts paid to that particular theory fairly succinctly

barry, for his part, adores these rumours. he keeps asking if lucretia will lift the lich barrier, just for a day, so he can come and stir up even more shit. lucretia, while admittedly very tempted, denies.

when he finds out that lucretia has been telling bureau employees that the red robes are evil, barry is understandably insulted. the next group of regulators that touch the ground are covered in fantasy cheez whiz for the duration of their mission.

lucretia gets him back by replacing all the denim in the jeans at his base with silly string. barry moves bases, and the prank war escalates

(no one has the courage to tell madame director that her hair has been turned rainbow at the last candlenights party. privately, lucretia thinks she looks bitchin)

every now and again, lucretia will text barry in a panic. these texts tend to look like this:

“barry.” “barold aid me” “barry I fucked shit up real good this time” “barry” “barry” “barry I was at the fantasy Olive Garden and the waiter said ‘enjoy your meal’ and I said ‘you too’ barry kill me n o w “

barry can and will mock lucretia mercilessly for this. he also insists for weekly video updates on fisher and junior.

he also has biweekly fantasy skype sessions with davenport

booyah: I saw a woman so beautiful I started crying???

bear-old: oh mood

booyah: and then I hired her and her son (who’s a little bitch) to work on my secret moon base and I think I’ve made a terrible mistake???????

bear-old: oh my fucking god this is why I don’t trust you to stop the apocalypse

when the thb start working as reclaimers, barry demands weekly updates on them, as well. it goes about as well as you’d expect

booyah: magnus ate the philosopher’s stone

bear-old: he fucking w h a t ?

booyah: he used the glutton’s fork, and he ATE the philosopher’s stone. taako and merle used stone skin and stone shape to get the damn thing out. happy fucking candlenights.

when barry finds out that taako’s DATING the fool who’s been chasing after him wile e coyote style for over a decade, he loses his s h i t. he and lucretia have a girls’ night where they bitch about taako and eat shitty chocolate to cope

bear-old: you HIRED a BABY???

booyah: he’s ten! that’s plenty old. and he’s certainly competent, seeing as he found my organization when even you couldn’t.

bear-old: creesh please. please do not Irreparably Fuck Up A Small Child

booyah: hey, at least I’m not the one who threw him off a moving train!

bear-old: I never threw anyone off a

bear-old: lucretia

bear-old: who

bear-old: who in your employ threw ANGUS MCDONALD, a LITERAL CHILD, off of a MOVING. VEHICLE?

booyah:

booyah: taako

bear-old: fucking fantasy CHRIST

(they have quite a few girls’ nights eating shitty chocolate and razzing on taako, actually)

team sweet flips goes to the director’s office one day to give a status report and find her red-eyed and coughing. she says she has allergies. the cute cat video barry just texted her on her stone, however, begs to differ

lucretia preps the boys for refuge, yes, but her mind is filled with texts and tomes and the letters “l u p” carved into a bureau wall. she passes countless sleepless nights with barry on the line, trying to decipher what it all means

but they emerge from the woven gulch unscathed, and that can only mean one thing: wonderland

she doesn’t tell barry where she’s sending them. she can’t let him interfere out of some misguided attempt to save her from the place. her texts grow few and far between

she doesn’t have to tell barry. he knows

the day they get sent out, as lucretia breaks down in her office, surrounded by a dizzying vastness that could envelop her very being if she would just let it, her stone buzzes.

four words: I’ll keep them safe

and then?

well, then it’s the end of the world

(but when lup emerges from her decade-long cage, phantasmal and resplendent, lucretia and barry share a look)

(and when the hunger is consuming the only home she knows and she’s flying out in one last attempt to face is, barry is on her stone)

(and when the dust settles and they’re finally, finally free, when the world hears a story and a song and former and current bureau employees alike learn just how important the mysterious “bj” really is, when lucretia looks at the wreckage of her life’s work and home and family — when all that happens, barry is the one to beckon to her with open arms.)

(they’ve been beside the other for a hundred and ten years, after all. that’s not gonna fucking change now.)

anyways yeah folks barry and lucretia texting au play with me in this space

@littlemisscritical @thatcoldfeeling and you know what? @herbgerblin what the hell

[theoreticslut]

The Truth that you Deny // Part 4

pairing: fred weasley x reader x george weasley

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 

word count: 2,394

warnings: none, fluff

A/N: Okay, so this is the second to last part of this story and I’m not sure if I’m ready. I know people are still reading it, but are you all still enjoying it? I know it might seem kinda drawn out, but I couldn’t help myself. I like the way its turned out, but i mean I’m posting it so hopefully others can enjoy it too. It just makes me really nervous. Either way, the next part is the last part that I’ve written. I might potentially be willing to do another bit of a drabble continuing on with it if people are interested, but you have to let me know.Thank you to everyone who has been reading it, liking it, commenting, and even reblogging! It means so much to me!!  Anyways, here is part 4! I hope you like it! Let me know if you’d like to be added to the taglist as well! I’d like to start a general one for any writing I post myself, so let me know if you’d like to be added to that as well. thank you Xx

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“Did you still need help, Mrs. Weasley? I got talking to Ginny.” You say when you finally make your way back downstairs.

“No worries, dear. If you don’t mind, I could use the help.” She smiles at you.

“Of course. Where do you want me to begin?”

As she explains what she wants to make and shows you the recipe, you find yourself happy to be back here. As you had told George, this is your favourite place aside from hogwarts.

You were so amazed the first time you were here back in your second year. Even though it was a bit of a smaller house for such a large family, it was extraordinarily comfortable and welcoming. You almost immediately felt at home and cared for, which was quite the contrast from your family.

You were an only child to Wizarding parents that were rarely home, and when they were, they spent their time belittling you. You never seemed to be enough in their eyes even though you had never acted out and were always in the top of your classes.

You never could figure out why they treat you the way they do. That first year at hogwarts, you had nearly cried when you had to go back home because you would be right back to no one caring about you.

When Fred had invited you to Christmas at the burrow in second year, you were nervous, sure, but you were also thrilled to be spending the break with at least two people you knew cared for you. Then when the rest of the weasley’s accepted you...you really did cry because you had never known a family.

“You got it?” Mrs. Weasley asks, having finished explaining the recipe.

“Yeah, thank you.” You smile which she reciprocates.

You both work in a comfortable silence for a few minutes before the twins come down and start talking to you.

“Mmm, what are you guys making? It smells amazing.” George asks as they both lean against the table that your working at.

“Your mum’s working on dinner.”

“Ooh, what’re we having?” Fred asks, going to lean over his mum’s shoulder.

“You’ll see when you sit down to eat, won’t ya?” Mrs. Weasley quips, shooing her son out of her way.

“Fine,” He pouts. “What about you?”

He peers his head over your shoulder, resting his chin as he watches you work.

“I’m trying to make a pie for dessert,” you say trying to look at him while he’s still resting his chin on your shoulder.

“What kind?”

“You’ll find out later. You’re making it awfully hard to work.” You frown, wiggling your shoulder to hopefully get him to move.

“You sound just like mum.” He frowns, walking away and sitting across from you as George had.

“It’s a natural reaction to you two. You find a way to always be in the way.” You chuckle.

“It’s odd to see you in the kitchen. It doesn’t seem like something you’d do.” George says, watching as you mix things together.

“What is something I would do then?” You ask, chuckling at his statement.

“Play quidditch. Study. Work.” Fred points out.

“You two do realize that I had to do this every night before hogwarts? My parents were never home so I had to cook and clean and take care of the house.”

“And you shouldn’t have had to do that. Not that young.” Mrs. Weasley interjects. You smile a bit sadly as she looks over at you, silently affirming that she cares. Out of all the Weasley’s, her and Ginny are really the only ones who know what your life was like before hogwarts, and even then, Ginny doesn’t know nearly as much as her mum does.

“It wasn’t fair to you in the slightest, but I know you’ll make a good wife someday.” She smiles, winking at you and looking over her two sons.

“Oh, uh. I hope.” You chuckle nervously, a blush rising to your cheeks.

“Oh, I know you will. You’re smart, talented, hard-working. You’re gorgeous. You know how to handle yourself and others, not to mention you know how to keep a house running. Whoever ends up marrying you is going to be a lucky man.” Mrs. Weasley states, matter-of-factly.

You’re blushing furiously now, looking down at what you’re working on to try to hide your face. You glance up at the twins only to receive a couple shrugged shoulders.

Neither Fred or George knew what to say because they didn’t really feel like commenting on whether you’d be a good wife with their own mother, but the thought of you as their wife was nice to think about. It’d be absolutely wonderful to wake up next to you, to hold you anytime they want, to help you in the kitchen, to have you to laugh with for the rest of their lives. Even having a family with you. Now, that would be a dream.

“I’m actually surprised none of you have gotten together yet. With how close you all are, I would’ve figured that by now one of you would have asked her out if not both of you.” Their mother continues, furthering your blush but now causing them to as well.

“Mum.” They both groan, looking at you, but looking away soon after in embarrassment.

“What?” She asks, turning to look at the three of you, noticing all of your red cheeks but ignoring it.

“Why don’t you two go and find something to do while y/n and I finish up.”

“Fine.”

“We’ll be upstairs.”

You let out a breath of air and try to rid yourself of your tinted cheeks.

“Boys, they get so embarrassed when their mum talks about a girl with them.” Mrs. Weasley chuckles.

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Y/n, dear. You like them, don’t you?”

“Well, yeah. Of course. They’re my best friends and -“

“You know what I mean, y/n.” She tuts, turning to face you.

You sigh, not really wanting to talk about it, but knowing that out of anyone she would understand it the most.

“Yeah. I do. I really like them both.” You smile.

“But?” She asks, setting down the towel she had had over her shoulder to wipe her hands on.

“But I don’t want to ruin anything between us. We’re all each other’s best friends and I don’t want to make anything awkward by admitting that I like them. And that I like them both! I suppose it’s slightly better than liking only one of them if they both like me as well. The last thing I’d want to do is hurt either of them.” You explain to which Molly nods.

“I know that, dear. You care for both of them deeply.”

“I do. I really do, but it’s odd to date two people at the same time, right? I’d hate to have to choose between them, but I’m not fond of the idea of people looking at us funny if I were with both of them.”

“I’m just really confused, Mrs. Weasley. I don’t know what to do.” You sigh, looking back at her and leaning against the table.

“You’ve been thinking about this for awhile, haven’t you hun?”

You nod, sniffling slightly because you really just don’t know what to. It hurts you to think about hurting either of them.

“C’mere.” The older lady waves you towards her where she pulls you into a hug.

“It must be hard to not have a mum to talk to about this. As awful as it sounds, this truly is just the beginning of a lot of pain and tough decisions in your life. You can come to me at any time, okay? I promise you that. You’re like a daughter to me and I’d hate to see you suffer in silence. Just owl me or come visit me, whatever works for you, okay?”

“Thank you, mrs weasley. You don’t know how much that means to me.”

“Now, about your situation, you just tell them how you feel. Tell them that while your worried it might make things awkward, you had to get it off your chest. Okay?”

“Okay,” you nod. A small smile forming on your lips.

~.~

It’s been a few days since your conversation with Mrs. Weasley and it’s finally Christmas Eve so the burrow is buzzing with excitement.

You have yet to find the right moment to tell Fred and George how you feel, but you figure it can wait a while more. You’ve been able to maintain a fairly regular relationship with them, keeping your conversations playful and away from any feelings. As long as you didn’t think too much about how attractive or caring they are, you could go on pretending everything is the same.

However, as the days progress it becomes increasingly more difficult for Fred and George to pretend that everything is normal. Unbeknownst to you, they had overheard everything you said to their mother that day in the kitchen. While they were more than happy to hear you say that you liked them, they felt terrible that you had been having an internal war between your head and heart.

It was becoming impossible not to notice how adorable you were even when you weren’t doing anything. They’d caught you reading a few times without disturbing you and couldn’t help but observe all the little details of you. Like how you’d bite your lip and smile when you read something that made you happy or how you’d even try to cover your mouth when you’d get smiling a lot. Either way your eyes would show just how happy you were.

“Merry Christmas Eve, Weasley’s! Merry Christmas Eve, Harry!” You smiled as you came down for breakfast.

“Merry Christmas Eve to you too, dear.” Mrs. Weasley smiled, setting a plate of pancakes down in front of you as you took your spot in between Fred and George.

“Is there much we need to do today?” You asked after taking a sip of your coffee that George had made for you.

“Oh, no. Nothing you need to bother help with.” She smiles as she sits down herself.

“Y/n, I was wondering if you’d be willing to go to diagon alley with me? If it’s alright with you, mum? I could really use y/n’s help getting some last minute gifts.” Ginnny asks, looking from her mother to you.

“Of course I would, Ginny. Would that be okay with you, Mr and Mrs Weasley?”

“It sounds lovely. I doubt either of you get much girl time with all these boys around all the time.” Mrs Weasley smiles.

“Perfect! Thank you, mum. And thank you, y/n!”

~.~

“So what gifts did you need to get, Ginny?” You ask as you both walk diagon alley.

“Well, actually. I was hoping to find one for Harry, but I have no idea what to get him. I’d also like to get something for Hermione as well since she’ll be over tomorrow afternoon.”

“Okay. No problem, let’s start with finding something for hermione, okay? She’ll be easier to get something for.”

After a couple hours of looking around and finding a gift for hermione, as well as some extra for her family, you both decide to take a short break.

“Thank you, again, for coming with me today, y/n. I knew you’d be able to help me.” Ginny says, smiling and blushing ever so slightly.

“Of course, Gin. I love spending time with you and it’s even better when I can help.”

“Well now it’s time for me to help you, do you have any gifts for my brothers?” She asks, leaning forward and folding her hands together.

“Of course I do, Ginny. I have gifts for all of you.”

“What did you get Fred and George?”

“I have a few different things for them. You’ll have to wait and see just like them.” You smile.

“Come on, y/n. I’m trying to help you.” Ginny sighs.

“Why? Are you afraid that the gifts I got them aren’t good enough?” You joke.

“No, I’m sure what you got them is wonderful. I just know one of the gifts they got you and it’s reeeally nice.” She emphasizes.

“They did? They know I don’t need anything expensive.” You frown, now worrying what it is they got you and how much it was.

“You’ll really like it though. I promise you.” She smiles and that makes you even more nervous. What could they possibly have gotten you?

~.~

You both finally got back to the burrow late that afternoon after it had started snowing and just kept on picking up.

“Thank heavens you both got home safe. We’ve been watching it snow for the last half hour and it just kept picking up.” Molly said when you both came in the door, shaking off the excess snow.

“Looks like you both had fun.” Fred smirked, nodding towards the few bags in each of your hands.

“We did, thank you very much. I don’t get nearly enough time to hang out with your sister.” You say, setting the bags down to take off your coat and scarf.

“So what did you get?” George asks, trying to peek in the bags as he hands you a mug of cocoa his mother told him to make when she saw the car headlights down the road.

“None of your business.” You chuckle, swatting his arm to get him away from them.

“Ooh, do you have gifts in there?” Fred asks, excitedly.

“Would you both knock it off? What did you think we went out for today? Obviously it’s gifts you dummies.” You chuckle, picking up the bags so they can’t get into them.

“Aw, c’mon. We just wanna see what you got everyone.” Fred pouts, George joining him when you look over at him.

You chuckle and shake your head at the pair. They were definitely something.

“Thank you for the cocoa, George. I’ll be enjoying it upstairs as I wrap these gifts away from you two.”

They pout but can’t help but smile when you walk away shaking your head and smiling at them. They were getting more and more anxious by the minute to give you their gift that they spent days trying to figure out. They only hoped you would like it as much as they thought they would.

[darkqueenofshadows85]

Sonic Adventure (1998) Story Review

Disclaimer: I will be judging this game by the plot and writing, not the gameplay.

Introduction

Greetings, mortals! For today's review, we'll be looking at the first main series storyline in the (modern) Sonic timeline, Sonic Adventure.

This is a new series of mine, in which I’ll be going into slightly more detail about my thoughts on the main series Sonic game storylines, and why I think they're either well written and engaging, or an absolute trainwreck (or somewhere in-between). I’ll be giving my stance on the character portrayals, visuals, soundtracks, voice actors, and what themes/messages they had to offer. Keep in mind that these are just my own personal thoughts. Whether you agree or disagree, feel free to share your own thoughts and opinions!

Anyway, let us begin! ^^

Plot

Sonic and Tails must collect the Chaos Emeralds before Eggman can use them to power an angry water creature known as Chaos. Meanwhile, Knuckles attempts to repair the shattered Master Emerald and Amy must evade capture from an Eggman robot.

Characters

I thought most of the characters were pretty well written here.

Sonic was portrayed quite well. He’s cocky, lives by his own rules and loves adventure, and he has a golden heart and cares about the world and people personally. He might seem like a jerk sometimes but it might be because he's trying to look out for you in what he thinks will work best.

Tails had some great character development, going from a shy sidekick to a confident hero who can take on Eggman all by himself.

Knuckles was portrayed fairly well, although him being tricked for the third time in the franchise at that point felt a bit repetitive. But at least the writers remembered that he's supposed to be the guardian of the Master Emerald (which the Meta Era games, and even the Dark Era games forgot about).

Amy is a great character here as well. Her number one priority is to protect the Flicky, as well as E-102 Gamma later in the story. She wasn't afraid to protect the ones she loves no matter how dangerous things got. In my opinion, the Adventure games were truly the best portrayal of Amy's character.

Big is a simple, yet humble character. He's just concerned about returning to his peaceful life, and being able to live it with his beloved friend.

Gamma's character arc is amazing. His story is heartwarming and emotional, and the ending was really bittersweet.

And Eggman.. well, at least here he wasn't a complete joke like he was in the Meta Era. I'll give him credit for that.

Visuals

The visuals and most of the character models do look pretty good for their time. (I thought Eggman's character model looked a bit weird though), The lip syncing does look a bit off at times, but I can overlook it for the most part. In fact, some of the characters' facial expressions can be unintentionally hilarious at times. This might be an unpopular opinion, but... I actually prefer the character models in the GameCube version of SA1 over the ones in the original Dreamcast version, as they look more polished and closer to the designs of the characters' official artwork. I thought Tails and Amy's models in particular looked adorable. ^w^

Soundtrack

Sonic games have had consistently good soundtracks throughout the franchise, and SA1 is no exception. Some of my favorite tracks include Open Your Heart, It Doesn't Matter (Sonic's theme), Believe In Myself (Tails' theme) Tikal's theme, and Gamma's theme.

Voice Acting

The Adventure Era voice cast, while not my favorite, are still pretty good. Ryan Drummond did a decent job voicing Sonic, and for a child actor, Corey Bringas did a good job voicing Tails. Deem Bristow... Well, he's no Mike Pollock, but he did a decent job voicing Eggman. Michael McGaharn (Knuckles) was okay, but Dan Green is the best Knuckles in my opinion. Some of the other voices I liked include Jennifer Doulliard (Amy), Jon St. John (Big), Elara Distler (Tikal) and Steve Brodie (E-102 Gamma and Pachacamac).

Theme/Message

This story, along with the rest of the Adventure Era, has the theme of the past returning and you have to deal with it.

Case in point: the Echidna Tribe. They wanted the Chaos Emeralds because of their power, and Tikal, the daughter of Pachacamac, the leader of the Echidna Tribe, tried to stop it. However, it was in vain. Pachacamac ordered his soldiers to advance to the Chaos Emeralds, ignoring Tikal and the chaos on the way (and severely injuring them). This caused Chaos' fury, which appeared before Pachacamac and his soldiers, and using the power of the Chaos Emeralds, turned into Perfect Chaos, destroying the Echidna civilization, leaving only its ruins and a few survivors.

This affects the present when Chaos starts destroying the world, due to being filled with anger and sorrow from being sealed inside the Master Emerald for thousands of years. After Super Sonic neutralizes Chaos and turns him back into a peaceful state, he and Tikal then depart back to the afterlife.

Conclusion

Overall, I think SA1 has a good story with great character development, good writing and an engaging plot, as well as contributing greatly to the Sonic lore.

My final score:

4.7/5 (Good)

[galaxymermaid214]

🌙🍼 🍂👑 for taylor and ginny, please

🌙 If your OC could have one wish come true what would it be and why? Would there be consequences to this wish or would they regret it once they get what they want? What would they give in return for this wish to come true?

Taylor: Taylor is very impulsive and would probably just blurt out the first thing that came to her mind ("I want a lifetime supply of chili!" or something silly like that) then deal with the consequences later. But, if she were to actually consider it, she would wish to see her father again.

Ginny: Ginny would be highly suspicious of any sort of "wish come true" scheme and would demand to know the cost and potential consequences upfront. Even then, she probably would not agree to it, as she has been brought up to believe that anything worth having can only be obtained through hard work.

🍼 Does your OC have any children or want children? What names would they pick? Are they good with kids or a complete disaster?

Taylor: Taylor is basically a big kid herself, so she's very good with children. She does eventually have children of her own - twins Cody and Cora - and while she is a super-supportive and enthusiastic mom, she also becomes quite a Mama bear and gets a little too protective of them at times.

Ginny: Ginny is not overly fond of children and doesn't want any of her own. Her own childhood was pretty miserable with an overbearing, borderline abusive mother and an absentee father. She deeply fears turning into her mother and has no desire to subject another child to what she grew up with.

🍂 What are their opinions on the different seasons? Which one do they hate and which one do they love and why?

Taylor: Taylor loves Summer and all the fun activities it brings (beach parties, vacations, festival, fireworks, etc.) Any season where there's a lot of activity she's a big fan of. She thinks Spring and Fall are a bit dull, and only likes Winter when the holidays roll around.

Ginny: Ginny's favorite season is Winter. On a chilly morning with fresh snow on the ground, it feels like the entire world has stopped and she can finally take a second to pause and just...be. She lives for those peaceful moments only Winter brings.

👑 If your OC was made royal (or is royal) how would they use their power? Are they a good leader or bad? Do their subjects like them or is it ‘off with their head’? Do they enjoy being royal?

Taylor: Taylor would definitely be the sort of ruler the common man adores and other royals despise. She'd be the type to cause major waves in the royal court, telling off and insulting other royals if she disagrees with them, which sat the same time bending over backwards to appease her subjects and make sure everyone's being treated fairly. (lower taxes, protect people's lands and homes, etc.) She'd most likely be driven out or at least shunned by the other royals, but as long as her kingdom is doing good and her people are happy, she couldn't care less about what others think of her.

Ginny: Ginny would take a long, hard look at what her country needs, getting input from all sides, then making her decisions based upon her findings. It wouldn't matter to her if her decisions had positive or negative effects on her people, she knows what she is doing is the best, most logical decision that will benefit her country in the long run (i.e. raise taxes to pay for vital services, tear down historical building to put in new, updated facilities, etc.). She would treat the other royals with respect, even if she does not agree with their methods, since she knows that they're cooperation could benefit her down the road. Her subjects would not always like her, but her country would most certainly prosper under her leadership.