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Sleepover

Description: Hotch wants the reader, but doesn’t know how to tell her. Maybe a night in will be of some assistance.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!Reader

Warnings: none (but this is full of domesticity, jealous!hotch, mutual pining, and so much fluffy fluff)

Word Count: 4.9k

A/N: originally posted on tumblr. then it resided on ao3. now it’s back on tumblr. (fun fact: it’s my favorite hotch fic i’ve ever written and my second favorite story i’ve done of all the fandoms i’ve written for. hope ya like it still)

If there was one thing Agent Aaron Hotchner was not, it was unprofessional. But, oh. If there was ever a time he wanted badly to be unprofessional, it was this moment right now. Y/N stood next to him, leaning in close to whisper in his ear as they stood in the kitchenette, looking out into the bullpen.

“You look exhausted. You need to go get sleep.”

He glanced down at her. His face was so close he could almost feel her breath on him. It was everything in him to not lean in and—

“Hotch, seriously. You can’t even focus for more than a minute at a time,” she laughed, shaking her head.

“I’ll be fine. It was just— a long case,” he finally managed.

She turned away, arms crossing. “You need rest. You beat yourself up more than anyone during this one.”

“I have a little boy at home to take care of before I can even think about sleep.”

She sighed, turning fully to face him. “Hotch.”

“Y/N,” he retorted.

“Fine. You know what?”

He turned towards her, arms crossing to mirror her.

“What?”

“I’m coming home with you.”

His heart stopped and face dropped. It took him a moment to process what she’d just said.

“Um,” he took a second to clear his throat, “I—Excuse me?”

She laughed, music to his ears. “That sounded so inappropriate. I’m sorry. I mean, I’m going to come watch Jack for you. You’re gonna get rest.”

“I’m your boss.” Hotch watched her face for a moment. “You don’t need to watch my son while I sleep.”

“You’re also my friend, and I’m offering my time, you’re not taking it. Besides, I’ve watched Jack a hundred times before.”

He only sighed, looking back over the bullpen, now nearly empty.

She turned again, leaning over. “You’re not gonna win this one.”

“Fine, but you need to get sleep at some point, too.” He looked back to her. “As soon as Jack is asleep, I want you to get rest yourself.”

“Will do, boss.” She smirked.

“Okay, go get your things, we’ll leave in a few minutes,” he said, watching her for a moment as she walked off.

She went to her desk, beginning to pack up what she needed, but not before Derek had to come over to stir things up.

“Hey, pretty girl,” he said, leaning against her desk on one arm. “Leaving so soon?”

“Soon?” She laughed. “We just had a hell of a case, I’m getting out of here.”

“Oh, man.”

He shifted, crossing his arms over his chest and sat against the desk.

Hotch walked towards his office, trying not to watch the pair talking. He tried to not pay attention how she smiled at him as he spoke, and how he always seemed to have the right words to say to get her to laugh.

“Why, what’s up?” She slung her bag over her shoulder.

“I was thinking about going to the bar. Wanted to know if a pretty lady wanted to tag along.”

Hotch threw his things in his bag quickly, trying to not think about Y/N talking to someone much younger… Childless… Not a widow. Someone he knew she’d be with more easily.

“Oh, so you only wanted me around for my looks, huh?”

He laughed, throwing his head back a little. “You’re worth a lot more than just that, sweetheart.”

“Aww, such a sweet boy,” she said, griping his shoulder. “I got some other plans for the night, though.”

“Oh yeah? Doing what?” He straightened up with a smirk.

“Ready?” Hotch asked, walking up behind her at the desk.

“Yeah, let’s go,” she responded, turning towards him.

Morgan’s face was stuck in a state of shock.

“Whoa, now hold on—”

“I’m going to watch Jack,” she said, cutting him off with a chuckle. “Don’t get too riled up, now.”

He smiled, almost laughing. “Alright. I’ll see you two tomorrow.”

“Goodnight, Morgan,” Hotch said with a curt wave. Y/N followed his lead, and then they were on their way out.

“So,” Hotch started as they stepped out of the elevator and walked outside. “You and Morgan?”

Y/N raised her eyebrows in shock. “What?”

They began walking to his car.

“Are you two… Because there are some forms you’d really need to sign if—”

“Hotch,” she stopped him, standing by the passenger side door as he waited by the drivers. “That is so not happening.”

“Okay, I just…” he trailed off with a shrug, opening the door as she did and getting in.

“He’s a flirt. There’s nothing going on between us.” She settled into the seat, buckling up. “Besides, I’m too busy trying to take care of you.”

She laughed and he couldn’t help himself but to join in. He pulled off, and started towards home.

“Thank you, by the way, for doing this,” he said, not daring to look at her with how nervous he suddenly felt about bringing her to his home.

“I just want to make sure you’re taking care of yourself.”

“Jack is going to love this.” He chuckled, turning down his street. “He really looks up to you, you know? Thinks you’re hilarious.”

“Well, he’s not wrong. I am pretty funny.” She smiled. “I am, admittedly, a little sad I only get to hang out with him for a few hours, though.”

“Yeah?” he asked, pulling into the lot of the apartment complex.

“Yeah. He’s a great kid.”

As much as he didn’t want to admit it for how childish it felt, he got butterflies this time when he turned to look at her. Before he could think about it too much, he turned the key and opened the door. She followed suit, walking behind him until they reached his door. He opened it for her, and she looked around.

“His aunt should be dropping him off here in a few minutes,” he said, closing and locking the door behind him. “If you’re hungry or need a drink, you’re free to get anything from the kitchen.”

“Thank you.” She smirked, watching him. “Why don’t you go get ready for bed?”

“I will.”

He chuckled, feeling like a little kid with the way she spoke to him. Then he paused, considering something for a moment.

Apparently the moment was longer than he realized.

“You got something on your mind?” she asked.

“Would you like to stay here for the night? I have a guest room, and this way you won’t need to catch a ride home. I could just take you to work tomorrow.”

“Oh,” she said, glancing down at her bag. “I don’t have anything to wear. I mean, I have my go bag at my desk that I could always use for an emergency, but for the night—”

“If you need something, I’m sure there’s something of mine you could…” He paused, realizing what he was saying. But before he could backtrack, she had to go and flash him a smile again.

“If that’s okay with you, it’s okay with me.”

“I’m sorry if that sounded inappropriate, I—”

“Did you not hear me agree?” She laughed. “You worry too much, boss. Now go get dressed.”

He nodded, turning for his room. She walked over the couch in the living room, sitting down and leaning her head back. It wasn’t long before she heard a bedroom door open, and there stood the great Aaron Hotchner in an old t-shirt and baggy pajama pants.

“That’s a good look on you,” she said, looking up at him from where he sat.

He felt a blush creep onto his skin, and tried really hard not to think about it. He walked a little closer as she stood up, handing her a nearly folded pile of clothes.

“I brought you these. The shirt is extra baggy and comfortable, and hopefully the pants will fit well enough. They’re adjustable.”

“Thank you so much, this’ll be great.” She smiled up at him. “Room is down the hall? I’d like to get dressed and set my bag in there before Jack gets here.”

“Yes, right across from his room.”

“Okay, sounds great. Now, you go to bed. I’ll be here.”

He gave her a slight smile. “Right. Thank you, again.”

“You know it’s no problem. Now, goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” he said, walking off.

She grabbed her bag and the clothes, walking off towards the guest room. She set her bag down near the door, closing it to dress. She stripped out of her work clothes, slipping on his t-shirt first. She took in a deep breath and smiled: It smelled like him. She finished pulling on the pajama pants and made them comfortable as needed.

She grabbed a makeup wipe out of her bag and wiped her face, calling it good for an unexpected night out. Then, she heard a knock at the door. She walked out, looking through the peephole to see Hotchner’s sister-in-law Jessica standing outside with Jack. Y/N opened the door.

“Hey!”

“Y/N!” Jack squealed, throwing his arms around her. “What are you doing here?”

“Dad needed to get some rest, sweetheart. So, we get to hang out for the night,” she said, looking down at him with a hand rested on his back. “Thank you for bringing him.”

“Anything for my little man. It’s good to see you again,” she said with a smile, accepting a quick hug from Jack before he bolted off.

“You too, Jess. Have a great night.”

She waved a goodbye and was out the door. Y/N locked everything back up, and popped her head into Jack’s room.

“Hey, buddy.”

“Hi!” he said, turning around from where he stood at his dresser. “I’m gonna get dressed for bed. Then can we watch a movie? I already ate at aunt Jess’s house.”

“Yeah, of course, little man.” She nodded. “Do you want to go in the living room or…”

Jack paused, giggling. “Why are you wearing dad’s clothes?”

“I’m staying the night, bud. I needed pajamas.”

“You are?” he asked, eyes wide. “Can we go watch the movie in your room?”

“Yeah! Why don’t you finish getting dressed and brush your teeth, and then you can come in, okay?”

“Okay!” he exclaimed, quickly grabbing his clothes.

She turned, walking across to hall and into the guest room. She pulled the covers back, crawling underneath and switching on the T.V., finding her way to Jack’s Netflix profile, smiling at some of the shows he’d been watching. She picked an old movie she loved as a kid. It wasn’t long before she heard a door open, and little footsteps whipping around the other side of the bed. He crawled up under her arm, pulling blankets up to cover him.

Jack was watching intently, the movie only half over, when the creaking of another door piqued their interest. Hotch’s head popped into view a second later.

“What are you doing up?” Y/N asked.

“Couldn’t sleep.” He gave a shy smile, then turned to Jack. “How are you doing buddy?”

“Y/N said she’s staying over!”

“Yeah, she is.” He smiled, stepping inside the room. “How’s the movie?”

“I like it a lot. Come watch!” Jack said, patting the bed next to him.

“Buddy, I’m not sure that’s—”

“Please, dad?” he pleaded.

Hotch looked to Y/N, almost asking permission without saying a word. She nodded. He shuffled a little, hesitantly walking around the bed to Jack’s other side. He lowered himself on the bed, pulling the covers over his legs. Jack slipped out from under Y/N’s arm in favor of leaning on his dad’s shoulder. It wasn’t long before Jack was snoring, and as Y/N looked up to see if Hotch thought it was just as cute as she did, she noticed he’d fallen asleep, too. They looked so sweet sleeping there together that she couldn’t help but pull out her phone and take a picture. She set the phone on the nightstand, making herself more comfortable as she focused her attention back on the movie.

Early morning light filled the room when Hotch woke up. He glanced down to see his son cuddle up against him and smiled. He was still fast asleep. Then, he looked up. Y/N laid asleep, her body curled up on her side, facing him and effectively caging Jack between them. Her breath came soft and even, and he admired how she looked in his clothes as he saw her in the light for the first time. She was so close, and he longed to get closer, but couldn’t think on it long before her eyes started fluttering open.

“Hey,” she greeted, voice soft with sleep, and a tired smile gracing her face.

“Hey,” he said back. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep in here.”

She chuckled, rubbing her eyes. “No, it’s fine. I think he was happy to have you here.”

Hotch smiled, looking down at his son. He was out like a light.

Y/N leaned over, gently kissing Jack’s forehead before slowly and quietly getting out of bed. Hotch watched her, heart aching at how much he wished all of his mornings could start this same way. He shifted out of the grip of his son as she stretched out at the end of the bed, leaving the room with her.

“It’s still early,” he said, walking to the kitchen. “Are you hungry?”

She trailed behind, taking a seat at the counter.

“That depends. Are you gonna make me breakfast if I am?”

“If you’d like.”

He smirked at her, and she smiled back.

“Tell you what, you work on the food, I’ll get coffee started,” she said, getting up and walking towards the counter.

He wordlessly agreed, pulling out some boxed pancake mix and stovetop sausage links. She removed the old coffee filter from the machine and set in a new one, filling it up with grounds. Hotch mixed up the batter quickly, heating up a pan.

The coffee pot filled, and pancakes were formed. Y/N poured two cups, preparing one to her liking and one to Hotch’s. Then, footsteps came shuffling into the room.

“Morning, sunshine,” Y/N said to Jack, smiling at him. “You want some juice?”

He nodded sleepily and climbed up onto a chair at the counter. She poured him some orange juice and set the cup down in front of him. He took a sip, watching his dad finishing up breakfast.

“Is that pancakes?” Jack asked, trying to peek around to see the pans.

“It sure is,” Hotch replied, throwing some pancakes on a plate and pouring out a few more.

Y/N set down the two coffee mugs on the counter, and took her place next to Hotch to move the sausage links around in the other pan.

“Almost done?” she asked him without looking up.

He moved the rest of the pancakes to the plate.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” she said, glancing over and turning off both burners.

Hotch grabbed three plates, setting them down next to her so she could split up the sausage links. As soon as she was done, Hotch set to putting a few pancakes on each plate, and Y/N grabbed butter and syrup out of the fridge. He prepared Jack’s for him and set the plate in front of him with a fork. He then waited for Y/N to start the working on her own before he prepared his. She took a seat first, leaving a seat in the middle for Hotch. They ate quietly, sharing a few words when Jack wanted to talk about what he got to do at school the day before, and what he was looking forward to for the rest of the week.

“Hey,” Y/N, nudging Hotch’s arm as she pushed her plate away from her. “Could we get to the office a little early? I’m gonna have to get dressed there since my go bag is there and all.”

“Of course.” He nodded, sipping at the last of his coffee. He then turned to Jack. “Can you go get dressed to go to school, please?”

“Yeah,” he said, hopping off the stool and running off towards his room.

“I think I’m gonna put on my stuff from yesterday till we get there,” Y/N said, sliding off of her stool. “Not sure walking into the office in your pajamas would be a great look.”

“Maybe not the most professional outfit,” he agreed, laughing a little as he walked around the counter, putting dishes in the sink for later. “For the record, I think you look beautiful.”

She paused, feeling heat rise to her cheeks and butterflies in her stomach.

“Thanks,” she said quietly, arms crossing over her chest. “Looks better on you, though.”

And with that, she left to go change. Hotch waited in the kitchen for a moment, almost in shock, before heading off to his room to get ready for the day.

It wasn’t long before they were both showered and ready to go, Jack practically running out the door when his aunt arrived to take him to school. Hotch and Y/N drove to work in a comfortable silence, only the sound of the radio playing low. They arrived at the BAU, and went straight inside. Hotch went to his office, and Y/N was reaching for her duffel bag when the glass doors opened.

She looked up, not expecting anyone else to be there so early.

“Hey, what are you doing here? We don’t start for another half hour,” she inquired.

“Just needed to get some work done early. But I could ask you the same thing.” Derek smiled at her, then glanced at what she was wearing. “Hold on, aren’t those your clothes from yesterday?”

He inched closer, a slight smirk on his face.

“Yeah, I was just about to go change.” She held up her go bag.

“Mhm.” He crossed his arms. “What happened to just looking after Jack for a while? You decide you were finally gonna get after—”

“Derek!” she interrupted, laughing. “No! I just stayed the night with Jack in the guest room.”

He raised a brow. “And that’s all? Baby girl I know you’ve had a little crush on Hotch since you walked in here.”

She bit her cheek, looking away for a moment. “You’re nothing but trouble, Morgan.”

“You didn’t answer the question.”

He stepped closer.

“Okay, fine.” She huffed out a sigh and lowered her voice. “We had breakfast this morning, with Jack.”

“And?”

She paused. “He also slept with me and Jack, but it was an accident. He didn’t mean to fall asleep there. We didn’t even touch one another, it was totally platonic.”

“Well, I am sure Hotch wouldn’t be sneaking into bed with me if I was watching his kid.”

“It wasn’t like that,” she said, shaking her head. “He’s totally not into me. You know how he is with work policy, and besides he is way out of my league.”

“You need to think a little higher of yourself.”

“Yeah, whatever.” She laughed again. “Now, out of my way so I can get dressed. I don’t need any more questions from the rest of the team.”

“Alright.” He stepped back holding up his hands.

“And Derek?”

“Yeah?”

“Do not tell anybody.”

She pointed a finger in his direction as she spoke. He only chuckled, taking a seat at his desk.

She went to the bathroom, changing out of her old clothes and throwing on some new ones suitable for work at the office. She put on a little makeup, threw on some deodorant, and called it good. She stepped out to a slightly more full bullpen, only a couple more people had arrived. She shoved her go bag under her desk, and walked over to the kitchenette table where Derek, Hotch, and Emily were talking.

“How’s it going, guys?” she asked, taking the seat next to Emily, across from Morgan and Hotch.

“Talking about yesterday’s case. The daughter of the last victim made it safely to her grandparents’ house,” Emily said, sipping at a mug of coffee.

“That’s awesome. I’m glad she had them to go to,” she said, leaning forward on the table.

“You need coffee?” Emily asked, looking to Y/N.

“Oh, no thanks. I got my share this morning.”

“Yeah, I’m sure you did,” Derek said, holding back a smile.

“Morgan.” Y/N glared at him.

Hotch caught her eye for a moment afterwards, questioning. She slightly shook her head in amusement.

“What happened?” Emily asked, a curious smile on her face looking between Y/N and Derek.

“Nothing, he just doesn’t understand boundaries,” she said with a pointed finger. “Trying to blow things way out of proportion as always.”

This time she glanced at Hotch first, rolling her eyes a little. He smirked, looking down at his hands.

Emily watched the little interaction with interest.

“Does it have something to do with these two?” she inquired, looking back to Derek.

Y/N and Hotch spoke over each other.

“Nothing happened,” Y/N muttered.

“What?” Hotch questioned.

Derek looked to Hotch. “Can we go talk?”

Hotch furrowed his brow. “May I ask what about?”

“It’s nothing. It’ll just take a couple minutes.”

“Alright,” he said, standing up and nodding a quick goodbye to Emily and Y/N.

Derek followed after, throwing a devious look Y/N’s way.

Emily leaned over, speaking more quietly. “Something I should know about you and Hotch?”

“No,” she chuckled. “Derek is just… Himself.”

“Something had to have happened.” Emily turned in her chair, and made Y/N face her. “Spill.”

“I went to watch Jack last night so Hotch could get some rest. We had breakfast this morning with Jack, and he accidentally fell asleep next to Jack and I while we were watching a movie.” She sighed. “I told Derek, and now he’s freaking out about it like something happened.”

“Y/N. You slept at his house.”

“To watch his kid.”

“Wait, you said he fell asleep next to you and Jack.” A smile crept on her face. “Was that on a couch or in a bed?”

“Emily,” she groaned.

“Y/N!” Her eyes went wide. “How can you still think he’s not interested in you?”

“He’s not.”

“You’re both blind.”

Hotch led Derek to his office, only leaving the door a little cracked.

“You wanted to talk?” he asked, leaning against his desk. Derek stood in front of him.

“Yeah. About you and Y/N.”

“Morgan.”

“Hotch, I know you don’t want to admit it, but I know you’re into that girl.” Derek crossed his arms over his chest. “She told me about last night and this morning.”

“She was watching Jack. Nothing more.” Hotch shook his head. “This isn’t an appropriate conversation for work.”

“Work doesn’t start for another ten minutes.”

Hotch only stared.

“Look, I just think you should ask her out.”

“I’m not going to do that.”

“Why not?” Derek let his arms drop to rest on his hips, tilting his head.

“I’m her boss,” he replied, straightening up.

“But what is really the harm in trying?”

“She’s—” he started, and then paused, shaking his head.

“She’s what? Amazing? Gorgeous? Smart?”

“She wouldn’t be interested in someone like me. So, it doesn’t matter anyways,” Hotch said, glancing down. “We start the day in 5.”

“Great, that’s plenty of time.” Derek paused a second. “Why would you think she’s not into you?”

“I’m— I have a child, and I’m a widow. She doesn’t need all of that on her plate. Plus, she’s young. She’d be better off with somebody your age,” he said, looking up again to catch Derek’s eye.

“Man, you are so blind.”

Derek chuckled, shaking his head.

The day started as usual. The team had a briefing, and then went to work at their desks for a while. Today was going to be a slower day, and everyone seemed to be thankful they could get home at the end of the day. At lunch, Y/N noticed Derek and Emily talking quietly: she thought it was awfully suspicious.

“Hey, you two,” she called out, walking over to Emily’s desk. “Why are you being so quiet, it’s weird.”

Derek glanced up. “Nothing.”

Y/N narrowed her eyes, turning to Emily in question.

“Don’t worry about it, it’s nothing.”

“You two are bad liars.” Then, she had an idea. “Hey, Reid.”

His head popped up, looking to her. “Yeah?”

“You’ve been sitting here next to them, what are they talking about?”

He looked lost, glancing around. “I—Uh… I have no clue.”

“Now, see, you I believe,” she laughed, ruffling his hair as she went past.

He frowned, quickly smoothing it back out. She headed off towards Hotch’s office instead, trying to ignore the whispers that has started back up.

She knocked quietly on the open door.

“Hey, you busy?”

She popped her head in to see him eating a sandwich at his desk.

He shook his head, swallowing a bite. “No, come in.”

She closed the door and went to sit at the chair by his desk.

“Derek has been weird all day. What did you guys talk about earlier? I can’t get an answer to save my life.”

His eyes went wide.

“What?” she questioned, noticing Hotch going more on-edge.

“Uh, it was— It was nothing. Just a work thing.”

“You know, you’re a really bad liar, too.”

He chuckled, looking away. “I just don’t think this is the right time to talk.”

She furrowed her brow. “What do you mean?”

He glanced up at her, looking her in the eyes, searching for an easy answer.

“It was just— It was about last night. And this morning.”

She groaned. “Great. I knew I shouldn’t have told him anything.”

Hotch just sighed, looking at her.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think he’d say anything,” she offered as an apology.

“No, it’s okay. It’s just that…” He let out a slow breath. “He brought up something that I think I want to talk to you about. I just didn’t know how to say it.”

“Okay, what is it?” she questioned, straightening up in her chair.

“He, uh, brought up everything from last night and this morning. And he brought up how that’s not something that I would normally do. Or something you would normally do.”

“Oh. I didn’t mean to make you uncomf—”

“No, it wasn’t that. It’s just,” he paused, watching her for a second. “I need to know if you feel the same way about me that I feel about you.”

Her heart was racing and heat rose to her face. She was breathless.

“W-what?”

“I’m so sorry, I know this is inappropriate, but…”

“What are you asking?”

“I just need to know how you feel. About me.”

He looked at her, almost pleading for the answer he deeply wanted.

“I’m— I think you’re amazing. I think you’re a wonderful father, and I’ve never met someone who makes me feel the way you do,” she began in a ramble. “I didn’t want to say anything because I know you’re so out of my league, but after talking to Derek this morning, and Emily, I just… I don’t know. I want to hope.”

Hotch furrowed his brow, and Y/N took in a breath, ready for rejection.

“You think I’m out of your league?”

“I mean… Yeah?” She tilted her head. “You’re really incredible.”

He couldn’t help but smile.

“Y/N, for profilers I don’t think we’ve been very good at reading one another,” he said quietly. “I thought I was the last person you’d ever be interested in.”

“What? Why?”

“I’m a widow, I’m older than you, I have a son…”

“A son that I love. I’d do anything for that kid.”

“I know.”

He smiled again, watching her. She couldn’t help but to smile back.

“As for the other stuff, I couldn’t care less. You’re so much more than that.”

“Really?”

“Really,” she continued to smile at him. “We really are pretty dumb, huh?”

“Very, apparently,” he agreed with a nod.

She checked the time. “Lunch break is almost over. I better go.”

He nodded again. “Yeah. Talk more later?”

“Of course.”

She waved a goodbye, walking towards the door. With one hand on the handle, she felt something grip her arm and spin her around. She was met with Hotch’s lips on hers, a kiss that took her breath away. They broke apart after a minute, both smiling like giddy teenagers.

“When I tell you that’s all I could think about doing this morning…” she began.

“Me too,” he agreed, looking into her eyes as his hand stroked her cheek. “Especially when I got to wake up to you in my clothes. It was killing me.”

She giggled, leaning in for one more kiss. It was slower this time, more gentle. She backed away afterwards, just enough to be able to speak against his lips.

“I think maybe we should thank Derek and Emily.”

“And let them feel like they won?”

“Good point.”

He let her go to get back to the bullpen, but as she attempted to turn the handle of the door, she was knocked back into his chest. Of course.

“You’re welcome,” Derek said with a smile after assessing what must have just happened.

“You don’t get credit for this,” Y/N laughed.

“Mhm. But it’s totally on me,” he said, raising a brow. He started walking back out, but not before… “Don’t you two take too long in there.”

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[forever-will-last]

HEY!! what're your fav cadina fanfics? and do you have any suggestions for new fanfic writers 😭

omg okay so i saw this morning while i was at work and knew this had to wait until i got home to get my FULL attention and then i had to stay at work late so here we go!!! this is LONG so i put it all under the cut!

cadina fic recs (first, some ones from my friends, and then many others i heavily recommend, in no particular order):

Get in, Loser! We're going... to fall in love? - SUPER cute slow burn made by the incredible amazing talented stunning 16Sydd16. Genuinely one of my favorite Cadina fics of all time.

ANYTHING by the Cadina Captain herself, Chisamaya. Maya's been holding down the Cadina fort for YEARS and has 13 INCREDIBLE Cadina fics on her AO3. She's also on Tumblr @chisamayas and posts super cute fanart of Mean Girls and Cadina all the time! My personal favorite fic of hers is Collared (very smutty pet play fic) and I will live and die a Collared stan.

can i come and sweep you off your feet? - super adorable (and angsty at some points, especially for poor regina) fame AU by my very talented friend ninesixtheenths / @girlkisser-wieners on Tumblr! i absolutely also recommend her rugby fic, which is rejanis but is 10/10.

(mean girls) series by anonymous - this is from another friend of mine who posts these anonymously instead of tying them to her account. there are SO MANY good ones in here (12 at time of writing this) including a soulmates au, a superhero au, and some GREAT character studies of both regina and cady. there are a few rejanis fics in this series too but they're all phenomenal.

okay onto fics that aren't from my friends but i heavily recommend, in no particular order:

Mirror Me Back - okay i know i said no particular order but this one's a lie. if you haven't read MMB yet, stop what you're doing and read it right now. it's very smut heavy, however, this is genuinely the fic that got me into writing for this fandom and it is one of the best fics i've ever read across any fandom. every day i perform rituals for an update /j

On Predators and Pack Dynamics - omegaverse fic that is genuinely incredible. obviously very smut heavy but i love the characterization of them here and i also often pray for updates on this one.

if i could tell her (how she's everything to me) - role reversal & arts high school AU from 2020 where cady is the popular one and regina is a little socially awkward. very cute, very sweet, very fun.

Pretty Girls - mean girls 2024 rewrite where cady and regina were anonymous pen pals before cady moved to evanston. really loved this one!! one of the first i read in the tag.

To You, I Can Admit That I'm Just Too Soft for All of It - grad school au that i absolutely LOVE. the chapters are unordered snippets but they are so cute and fun. the author also does some social media stuff with it, i believe on tumblr, so it's a cute little tie in!!

you would find her in a polaroid picture - SUPER good college au!! genuinely recommend anything this author writes tbh i adore their stuff!!

i choose you and me, religiously - once again recommending anything this author writes as well. SO talented. this one is a slow burn idiots in love au and it's just. chef's kiss. muah. i love it.

to answer the other part of your question, about the writing advice, my genuine main piece of advice is to just keep writing. even if it's stuff you don't intend to publish, or a half-baked idea. write drabbles for yourself and just let the words get on the page. i used to publish in a different fandom circa 2017-2019 and hadn't published in YEARS until i started writing a thousand pictures (well, really, don't look for me, but ya know, this all REALLY took off with a thousand pictures). despite the fact that i haven't published in a very long time i never really stopped writing. my google drive is full of folders of assorted drabbles of self indulgent bullshit. snippets from other fandoms, self insert scenarios, some original ideas that with a lot more cooking, could potentially be novel worthy one day. (i am a LONG ways off from that though lol)

my point is, publishing fic can be daunting. even writing coherent or long enough fic to make a cohesive story can be daunting at first. it's better to write for yourself and get the practice of writing even just singular or small series of scenes if you aren't ready for a full fic yet. writing should be fun! make sure you're having fun doing it and trying not to stress the details too much!

if you have any other questions about writing please feel free to ask!! i love talking about my process and stuff and am always willing to share gjsnkgng

[kihaku-gato]

hey!! you follow my plantblr (unexpectedplantblr) and i’ve learned so much just off your tags dude. wdym pruning omg i’m so wildly unprepared how and when should i be doing that! i can’t imagine they have yt videos on shit THAT basic do they!?.

and my apples are dwarfs?? i’ve been stressing abt them so close to the house and was trying to find an arborist to help me move them but do you think they’ll be ok with just some root guard? omg i’m so sorry to bug you feel free to ignore!

There’s no issues and I welcome the asks! This enthusiasm gives me old tumblr days vibes that I think many miss these days lol.

Inevitably most domestic fruiting woody plants need a trim up of pruning for maintenance. Some types don’t need it overall or don’t need it at certain life stages, but those are the lucky cases.

While I’m currently still in the midst of pruning season as of writing this, your photos imply it’s a smidgen late for you to be doing any at all unless it’s either for major issues or dead/diseased wood; it’s generally best to get the pruning before said woody plants leaf out but while they are still dormant to reduce shock, to avoid damaging freshly sprouted growth (since if you’re early enough there’s no leaves to worry about), and keep them wasting energy on wood that’ll be cut off in the process. I recall I got my info on pruning mostly by book literature but I wouldn’t be surprised if there’s some niche videos on the topic online- there are yt video journals and tutorials for niche fruits like Asimina triloba cultivation/maintenance so surely less exotic stuff would have online tutorials on it. Do try to find more than one source to try to average out the answers they give lest they give different answers or overlook different details (gardening can get subjective sometimes after all). If I recall the rule for Grape vines you try to keep one “lead vine” intact to be the one to produce new yearly branches/shoots that will then produce the grapes.

Fortunately I think you don’t have to worry about any issues with skipping the livewood pruning this year; let this year just help you get more familiar with what you’re dealing with.

For next year I can at least say from my own experience a few points; universally you want to prune to remove dead, damaged, and diseased wood, as well as any branches that crisscross with each other (since those will just make damaged wood from rubbing if allowed to stay), and generally you try to not cut more than a 3rd of the live growth (even if it means you gotta wait next year to fully shape a tree if the pruning work for some reason is major- which is my case with my older unkempt trees) to avoid having the pruning reach deadly amounts (there are exceptions- most Clematis are pruned to extreme amounts most of the time, well established Grapes and Kiwis can have a lot taken off too in certain cases). Oh and big one that newbies can miss; if you're getting tools, try to get bypass type pruning tools, anvil type pruning tools do damage to live wood (since they crush moreso to cut unlike bypass) and are better for exclusively dead/removed wood.

Observe what others do to their trees of similar kind to your own; I learned a little bit on what to do with my own apple trees from seeing what other people have done to their apple trees of similar size in my region.

It’s not easy at first but set goals for what you’re pruning. In my case a good chunk of my apple trees are quite old (we’re talking hollowed-out old for many of these trees), so my goal is generally to help extend their lives as well as fruit production as a bonus, so I try to reduce the sources of major weight burden on the large crumbling branches. Another goal in my case is making it that the branches are not as high up so that they are easier to maintain and harvest from, since yet again, my trees are on the larger/older end of what to expect from an orchard.

While not an option for me consulting Arborists is definitely not a bad option if you’re free to throw the cash.

Pruning rules/goals for your dwarf apple trees will probably be slightly different from what I do for my own trees since you’re dealing with very different growth forms from my own.

I am not 100% certain your apple trees by the house are dwarves but their growth habit feels more like what I’d expect/imagine from dwarf/semidwarf trees; as to what fruit variety it could be a lot of possibilities; apple trees tend to be grafted onto rootstock that affects their hardiness/size, so you could have similar cultivars to what I have for the fruit/scionwood but would definitely have very different cultivars for the rootstock that they are attached to. If the previous owners knew what they were doing they would’ve chosen dwarf roostock cultivars to avoid them becoming troublesome so close to the house.

In my opinion dwarves or not they are a bit big already to risk moving/transplanting away from the house without a painful and risky amount of long (worst case possibly years worth) of aftercare; if that is or was truly an issue you’d be better off getting new rootstock to plant in the new locations and grafting onto them from the house specimens onto those new rootstocks (you can hire/ask experts if you can’t quite do it yourself, we had a family member of a family member help save a heritage cultivar in our orchard by getting some successful grafts from the dying tree. I plan to do some grafting myself down the road I just dk what to graft rn). I am not familiar with root guard, from what I read it's a brand of fertilizer that claims to help stimulate root growth???

Also note with the Cherry/Plum trees mention before; one of the issues for ID sometimes for them is there’s just, a lot of species, a lot hybridize together, and that’s not even considering/factoring in domestic hybrids/cultivars where the diversity can be as wide as it is for apple cultivars. It can really muddy the waters for identification down to the exact kind unless you’re dealing with a very sharp specialist or a very distinct variety, and even then some may struggle with certain cases.

Lucky you to also have something as fancy as a finger lime! I already guessed so but that definitely solidified my guess that you are in a warmer growing zone from me lol.

[sunricecake]

skates ahoy! | robin buckley

synopsis — a rink-o-mania date with robin makes you fall for her harder than you already have.

cw : none, this is all just cheesy fluff :3

a/n : okay this is a fucking REPOST bcs it wouldnt appear in any of the tags the first time if u saw it then no u didnt hopefully tumblr stops being lesbophobic this time. also i love writing cliche scenes but making it wlw it makes my heart flutter sm 💕 like yess this is the shit i wldve loved watching while growing up

“i swear i know how to do this it's just that it's been a while and i'm just not really-i just-”

“it's alright, robin,” you chuckled, “i've got you.”

her lips parted, ready to tell you that she'll be fine and all she needed was to adjust, but you cut her off as you extended your arm towards her.

“here, grab my hand.”

“are you sure 'cause i might slip and make you fall and i really don't wanna injure you on our first date and leave you with a pretty bad concussion—”

“trust me, buckley.”

you pressed on, reaching out to grab her hand with a determined look on your face. robin let out a surprised yelp as she felt your fingers wrap around her wrist, slowly pulling her with you as you began moving. her breath hitched as the two of you slowly glided across the wooden floor, shoulders stiff and square as a board as she allows you to take lead.

“okay maybe this is easier than i expected,” robin lets out a dry laugh. “but i'm still not too sure about this whole thing.”

“we're gonna be fine, robin. see no accidents—” you said reassuringly, looking back to see how robin was doing.

as you turned your head straight, a flash of colors interrupted your vision and you vaguely hear robin exclaiming something. you let out a gasp, preparing yourself for collision.

you kept your eyes shut tight, waiting for the strong impact which never came. you crack an eye open, wondering why you weren't laying flat as a pancake on the floor with terrible bruises on the making, only to be met with a strong cologne. robin's.

“you bastard! watch where you're going!”

you lift your head from her chest slowly, being greeted by the sight of her flipping off whoever you nearly just crashed into. a deep sigh of relief slipped past your lips, thankful to the heavens robin had reacted on time and saved you from god knows what terrible accident might've happened.

“hey, are you alright?” robin asked, voice trembling and eyes all wide, turning her full attention to you as she inspected you for injuries. “did he actually hit you back there? i swear i made sure to pull you before he could even graze you but, oh, i'll never forgive myself if i didn't make it in time.”

you could only chuckle and nod, still too shocked and flustered from being so close to her and practiclly being engulfed in her scent to form a coherent sentence.

“god i don't know what i'd do if i ever lost you— i mean, i'm just really glad that you're safe.” it was robin's turn to heave out a heavy sigh, covering her mouth immediately in fear she'd say even more than she intended to.

“thank you, robin. really.” you squeezed her hand as a bright smile crept to your face and heat crept up your neck, hoping that would be enough to show your appreciation. had you been in less compromising circumstances, you might've just tackled her and peppered her freckled face with kisses; for now, you supposed that would do.

[chen-chen-chen-again-chen]

Hi, hello, hola, and happy Stab Caesar Day! Tumblr ate my original draft because, um, I guess its hunger is horrible and insatiable? But here I am for take two. Thank you to @artsyunderstudy, @larkral, and @forabeatofadrum, who tagged me today and who continue to craft delightful things.

Updates on My Good Egg (Good morning, good night, good morning): My plan of posting Chapter 4 today ain't gonna happen. I updated the author's notes, but the next posting date is TBD. I need to focus on my health right now, and then I'll be travelling for a bit (March 24-April 7). But hey, if you've been meaning to read this one, now's a great time to catch up? 🤣

In the meanwhile, I'll share a snippet featuring several of my OCs, Baz's queer, chaotic uni friends. Behind the cut for mild spice. 🌶️

Bunce goes off with Simon so that she can pump the American bartender for information, and as soon as they’re out of earshot, Emma leans forward, her eyes glittering. “Well?”

“Well what.”

“I told Liu and Ramesh you got kidnapped,” Emma says, waving her hand dismissively, “and of course we’re all very worried and hope you’re doing okay and acclimating to regular life again, but have. You. Ridden. That.” 

Baz regrets downing a few rats before they left for the pub, because it means he has enough blood in him to blush. “We’ve been figuring out this kidnapping situation,” he says coolly. “It hasn’t left much time for carnal pursuits.” 

“Baz,” Liu says, aghast. “Why haven’t you fucked that nice himbo? He’s clearly gagging for it - he couldn’t stop staring at your arse in those jeans.” 

“Is he a himbo?” Ramesh says. He pulls out a pen and starts to doodle a triple Venn diagram on a napkin. “He seemed like more of a twunk to me. And he’s got a great bear belly.” 

“Ladies,” Emma says, her hands fluttering in mock-distress, “please don’t objectify that sweet boy before Baz gets to objectify him. Baz will eat his fill of the man-meat and then give us a report.” 

(Please put in the comments/tags if you think Simon Snow is a twunk, a himbo, or something else delightful. 🤣)

Hello tags and tagbacks: @whogaveyoupermission, @cutestkilla, @facewithoutheart, @captain-aralias, @fatalfangirl, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @whogaveyoupermission (THE EDGING CONTINUES), @raenestee, @ileadacharmedlife, @shrekgogurt, @hushed-chorus, @shemakesmeforget, @theimpossibledemon, @imagineacoolusername

More about the hiatus for My Good Egg:

(Warning for some hard stuff, Big Feelings, trauma recovery. Feel free to skip and just bask in Ides of March posts instead!)

Okay, so introspective life/writing blather here... I keep meaning to write a post, at some point, about some of the best practices that I follow when I am writing about material that is heavy, like in Baker boxer teacher grief or the Rosethorn girl universe.

A lot of stuff that works for me is probably self-evident: go slow, be gentle, ground yourself, talk to safe people, have a release valve, be able to walk away, offer yourself a lot of self-care and self-compassion, take care of the soft animal of your body. And don't feel like you have to put everything in - some of what you can write can just be for you, and it can be enough to have written it, and not include it in the finished product.

I honestly didn't expect Good morning, good night, good morning to get me where I live. It is, as I've always maintained, a dumb horny rom com (that somehow developed a plot and backstory and plot TWISTS and OCs but ANYWAY). But there was a line in Chapter 3 that kept rattling around in me:

“You were a kid,” Simon says, his voice low and angry. “You were just a kid.” 

This is not the first time I've been triggered by own fic (and probably won't be the last, LOL!), but this one did me a doozy. I've had to take a few steps back, and just focus on recovering from trauma that's been reactivated in my body. It is wild what the body remembers, and how it holds onto pain.

(There is, at the same time, other stuff happening with my family with grief and estrangement and just a whole mischegoss of hard feelings, so that adds another element into the mix.)

To circle back round to My Good Egg: I'm putting it to the side for now while I tend to my health and just recovering from the past few weeks. It's funny - I don't think it's a particularly angsty story or one that does a super deep dive into trauma, but I need to take some pieces off my plate right now, and this fic is one of them.

I will always keep writing - the WIP game has been a delightful brain refresher, and I have a very fun Six Sentence Sunday post that I'm already excited to share. But for now, My Good Egg is gonna have a li'l nap. When I come back to it, I think I'll switch over to writing the second draft in its entirety, and then posting the chapters weekly, whenever that happens. I'm not putting a timeline on it right now.

Anyway, thanks for coming to my TED talk making your way through this personal essay, if you've gotten this far. I am continually blown away and delighted by everyone who engages with the fic, and I am so excited to serve you up some treats in the future.

To end on a lighter note, here is an exchange with my spouse, the inestimable EarlobeGreyTea who continues to offer thoughtful and nuanced feedback on this fic, Exhibit A:

EarlobeGreyTea: Did they fuck in this chapter?

Me: No Me: And they didn't fuck in the previous chapter Me: It's the EROTIC Grope Fest. It doesn't have to have explicit sex (yet) EarlobeGreyTea: Yeah, I guess it isn't the Sloppy Fuck Fest

Love you all. ❤️❤️❤️

[fandom-scatteredthoughtsonpaper]

After-party of All-night Gaming and Cuddling

Leviathan x MC

Pronouns: You | POV: Second

Tags: all-night gaming, cuddling, falling asleep together (platonically) on the floor, cute and fluff, expect a spew of dialogue about games, birthday celebration

A/N: This is my part for Levi's birthday collaboration! I paired with a wonderful artist (Twitter) who did such a cute piece (tumblr). Their piece is under the cut at the end of the story.

“What’re ya doin’ lettin’ him slip by you like that?”

“Don’t you dare blame me! I told you to go around the other way!”

“Hey, Satan! Quit tryin’ to run away, and get over here!”

“Not another step, Asmo. Stay away from me, Mammon! Get off, you idiot!”

You winced as you heard the loud ruckus in the kitchen from the dining room. The birthday party for Levi had dissolved into a mess of an afterparty. Beel was distracted finishing off all the leftovers, and Belphie had disappeared to take a nap. Mammon and Asmo had had their fill of too much Demonus. At some point during cleanup they caught Satan in the kitchen and had started harassing him.

“Hey, MC, do you want to go hang out in my room?”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. I mean, the party is pretty much over at this point, right?”

An abrupt shriek from Asmo cut you off before you could reply, causing you and Levi to snap your heads in the direction of the kitchen. Almost instinctively, you went to sort out the trouble before the situation got worse, but Levi stopped you, shaking his head as you turned your attention back to him.

“It’ll be instant game over for you if you go in there at this point,” he warned with an incredulous look, like he couldn’t believe you would be willing to walk into a scenario where Satan could be armed with kitchen knives that he would gladly be using as makeshift darts.

“S-Satan, just calm down for a minute, would ya?!”

“I told you to leave me alone.” An explosion of what sounded like cast iron and metal clanging onto the floor heavily startled you. Levi gave a grimacing look over your shoulder as shattering crashes followed shortly afterwards. “I’M GONNA KILL YOU BOTH!”

“Ahh! Mammon, this is all your fault!”

“Wha--! You were in on this just as much as I was, ya bastard!”

The only thing louder than the destruction was the twin screams of panic and terror as Satan wreaked havoc just a room away. A thought that popped into your head was that hopefully he would be mindful of your bedroom in his blind rage. A second thought was that you hoped he would avoid destroying the skillet you liked to use when you were on cooking duty.

“MC, listen. An impending doom is coming. I can feel it in my bones. So, before it happens, I think we should make our escape before Lucifer comes back.”

Lucifer had left the house unsupervised to see Diavolo and Barbatos off, but he would be returning soon. You knew it would be a bad idea to be in the vicinity when he discovered the state of the kitchen, in utter ruins in the short frame of time he was gone. While you did feel bad for Mammon and Asmo at the moment, you knew whatever punishment that Lucifer would pass judgment on to them would be far worse than what Satan was currently doing. In hindsight of similar events, you knew this was unavoidable and decided to wash your hands of the problem before you got dragged into it.

“We should probably skedaddle before we get caught in any crossfires.”

“Yeah, agreed. Let’s go!”

Leaving the cacophonous commotion downstairs, the retreat to his room was a smooth success. When you passed the door frame, Levi shut the door and locked it. A preventive measure to keep two certain idiots that would probably try to flee to wherever you would be to lessen the severity of Lucifer’s anger.

“Ahhh, I can already feel myself recharging! Birthday or not, a party is a party, and I’m not cut out for all those high levels of energy. I feel totally drained.”

“So, what did you want to do?”

Despite his complaint of fatigue, his tired demeanor immediately lit up with energy. It was something you noticed before, but his recovery time after entering his bedroom was astoundingly similar to how your phone charged from a low battery to an impressive mid-range percentage in several minutes with the DevilishlyTurbo charger you recently bought. The comparison tickled you enough to make you giggle under your breath.

“Now that you’re here, we can play Devil Kart 8 Deluxe! This is an enhanced version that has a ton of new tracks and overhauled mechanics and new content that will be released in waves. A few waves have already been released, and I played a bit of it myself and put a ton of hours into winning the tournaments to unlock tracks and characters for, uh… for us to use. I wanted to play with you after the party, so I put my all into making sure I got all the content that’s currently available. I think there are some stages and vehicles you would like.”

Levi plopped himself on the rug in front of his television. He gestured to the open space next to him, and you sat beside him. Sitting so close to him, listening to him explain the game and all the stuff he unlocked for you both to be able to enjoy, you noticed a difference in his excitement from during the party. It might have been a subtle thing or maybe not, but the way his eyes flashed and the broad smile he had while explaining in his long-winded fashion all the new things the game included or brought back and would get eventually and the animated, wild gestures he made that almost bumped into you a couple times, it all seemed less reserved and more natural. It made you positively giddy watching him be himself.

“Anyway, I already have it all hooked up to the T.V., so we can race together with these instead of the gamepads. I bought them specifically to match the racing element of the game!” Levi indicated to two steering wheel controllers. A tinge of a blush reddened his cheeks as he glanced from the gaming setup to you. “S-So… do you wanna play together until my birthday is over?”

“Uh, yeah, definitely!” You grabbed the controller closest to you and gave Levi a cocky look. “I’ve been practicing a lot since you practically demolished me last time we played a racing game, but this time you’re going to get your butt kicked!”

He looked stunned by your laydown of a challenge, but you could see his competitive spirit coming out in the smugness of his attitude as he picked up the other controller. “You say that practically every time we play a versus game. If you want a chance to beat someone, you should go challenge Belphie or Asmo. No one has a chance of surpassing me at video games!”

“Yeah, okay. No being a sore loser over it when I beat you, then. I know how you can get super salty when you get bested, especially after letting yourself get too overconfident.”

“Shut up lol! I don’t know what you’re even talking about!” Levi had a pinched line that kind of resembled the condescending smirk when he had mouthed off, but you could tell his few losses were a bit more than skin level insults to him. “If you think I’m going to pull any punches now, then---”

“When have you ever pulled punches during a game?! You always play to win no matter what!”

“OMG, hurry up and choose a character already!”

You had a few good moments during a couple races, like how you stole his first-place position by using the most agonizing offensive item the game had, the bat banana peel, at the last possible moment or how you would knock Levi off roads to drop his placement and slow him down. Some of his rages were so legitimate you could only stare wide-eyed with a stiff smirk that was pinned in place by genuine nervousness. After a triple dozen races, the majority mostly won by Levi, the fiery retorts, heat-of-the-moment insults, and mocking jeers settled into more friendly comments about the game itself and the updated graphics and the characters that were being brought over from other games under Funtendo’s licensing.

Hours slipped by, and you could feel your eyes getting heavier as you tried your best to fight against your tiredness. You wanted to stay up as long as you could with Levi. Yeah, it was definitely past midnight now, but you were having a lot of fun. Stopping now felt like prematurely ending the moment, but exhaustion was waiting for you each time you blinked, lingering in that split second of darkness to persuade you to keep your eyes closed and submit to it. It was getting harder and harder to open your eyes again. You knew you had to tap out before you actually passed out.

“Levi, I don’t think I can keep going. I’m about to fall asleep sitting up.”

“Aww... Okay. You have been crashing into the walls and stuff a lot, anyway.”

You began the motions to get up so you could return to your own room, but Levi stopped you when he grabbed your arm. “Wh-- Hey! Where are you going?!”

“To my room?”

“Y-You don’t have to leave just because we stopped playing! I still, um, want to spend time with you. I know it isn’t my birthday anymore, but… I mean, if you’re tired you can just watch me play a game, instead!”

Levi leaned forward to where his handheld Funtendo console was docked and pulled it out. You watched him as he sorted through the menus and confirmations, before he turned it around to show you the opening title of the game he was referring to.

“There is this other game that I’ve gotten into called Anima 3! It combines elements of standard role-playing and simulation games in a really interesting way. It kind of has hints of dating sim mechanics, but the dating function itself isn’t really important. That part of the game is more integral when you start entering the dungeon at nighttime. The relationships you build in your daily life affect the battle levels and stuff, because the more you strengthen them, the higher the level you get for different types of power. Oh, do you know about tarot cards? The game heavily bases itself around the Major Arcana cards. Anyway, the relationships you work to maintain relate to the certain creatures that you use in fights. So, keeping the balance of social links and your strength up is super important! You pretty much have free reign during the day except for scripted events. This game is so deep and intricately well done with the way it weaves the plot between characters and their personal developments and friendships. I’ve even teared up at a few scenes, like this one where one of the characters that finally came back to the dormitory where the group lives – oh, yeah, he was a part of the original members before he left, because – ah, that is totally a spoiler, sorry – so, he comes back, and he starts to find a place with the group again, but something terri-- AH! I almost completely ruined his story arc for you! Uh, so, yeah, I mean, this game is pretty amazing, and it even has a really good soundtrack that I’ve been listening to nonstop since I downloaded it.”

Levi rambled and gushed about the details of the game and its story while he loaded up the current save slot. You were a bit lost on some of the context he was giving, but he was enthusiastic about showing it to you, so you just let him talk.

Once the game was ready, he brought himself next to you. Unfortunately, the jellyfish mobile was casting their lights on the display of the console from your spot, so you leaned more into Levi, trying to lessen the obscuring glare. That resolved your issue for the most part, but now Levi had his arm pinned uncomfortably. He angled the game so you could see it better and so you could get off him, but honestly, it just seemed to be more awkward, because now he was trying to reposition himself without ruining your viewpoint.

“Okay, this isn’t working,” Levi said after ascending a few of the dungeon floors. “Can you move away a bit?”

Puzzled, you scooched yourself apart from Levi as he stretched his legs out, spreading them open enough for a decent amount of space in-between them. He gave you a flustered look as he patted the floor twice. “How about you, um, come sit here, and then I can… uh, I mean, it’ll just be easier on both of us this way, okay?”

Hiding an involuntary smile at his embarrassed thoughtfulness, you sat yourself in-between his legs and scooted into what felt like an acceptable spot. You could feel Levi against your back. He was stiff and hesitant to relax, but he was simultaneously invitingly warm. This was so much cozier compared to the twisted, leaning position. Levi brought his arms around you, locking you into an open embrace as he held his gaming console in front you. You could both share the screen now without compromising uncomfortable postures now.

Or so you thought, anyway. Levi was struggling with adjusting with the way he was trying to hold the game. His arms would slightly squeeze you and extend forward, but then he would widen his elbows out and bring the console in too close. He fiddled with a range of different forms before he dropped the console in defeat, sighing dramatically.

“You’re going to have to be a little bit closer for me to be able to do this right. Here...”

An arm snaked itself around your waist, and Levi dragged you backwards with a smooth ease until you were completely in his lap. He closed his legs around yours, drawing in a knee so that it framed your left hip. This was basically a hug in all senses of the word with how he was holding you. The space was tighter but not too imposing. It felt more authentic than the spacious attempt you had tried to do, and from the relaxed shift of weight behind you, you could tell Levi felt better about this new arrangement.

Settling into Levi, you could feel his chest steadily moving, lulling you into a relaxation. It was a rarity to be this intimately close with him, and being inside his personal space, you could pick up whiffs of his smell. His scent was a slightly sharp and pungent smell, almost medicinal, but with impressions of a sweet and warm undertone that balanced out the more distinct smell. A soothing resinous-like odor that vaguely reminded you of the seashore. The enticement of sleep was more inviting with his arms around you, nudging you on occasion when his arms twitched as he pressed buttons. The soft clicks from the control pad only added to the lullaby of senses. Barely focusing on the game screen, the colors were becoming blurs and smudges as Levi played on, unaware of your drifting consciousness.

He had such a habit of losing himself into the worlds of 2D media, but he came back to reality when he needed to stretch his aching arms. A little bit ashamed and sheepish about the fact he forgot about you, he tried to play it off with just how immersive the gameplay was, running off with the excuse that Anima 3 was just that phenomenal and so on.

“So, what do you think so far?”

He paused for a reply, but silence was the only thing that answered his question.

“Hey, are you ignoring me..?”

Your lack of a response diverted just enough of his concentration that Levi finally noticed something was off with you. He glanced down, and his attention for the game diminished almost completely when he realized that you were dead asleep in his lap. He felt his cheeks flare up instantly as his brain tried to process this turn of development.

“Hey..! Whoa whoa whoa! Are you actually seriously asleep right now?!”

Self-consciousness of the situation and shocked nerves rattled him, and his hands started shaking, vibrating the game. It almost slipped out of his grasp, and he barely caught it before it dropped on you. Levi froze motionless as he waited to see if the sudden movement was going to cause you to rouse from your slumber. You were gone from the world, though, thoroughly beyond anything minor waking you up.

“Hgnahhh…” When he released a breath that had been unconsciously caught it came out as a weird, whiney sighing noise that made his heated cheeks burn more. Levi scrunched his eyebrows in dismay and ignored the mocking thought of how you would have definitely laughed if you had heard it.

Saving the progress in the game and turning it off, Levi placed it out of the way. A sudden wave of tiredness made his body feel heavy, and the warmth you were giving off only added to the effect of drowsiness that he didn’t feel like fighting off. Bracing an arm around you as he lounged back on the rug, moving cautiously so he wouldn’t disturb you awake from his movements, it donned on him as he cuddled with you that he was essentially being used as a body pillow. The blush he was sporting was probably a sight to see as it went in for round three of displaying his awkwardness.

Hugging you more onto him, your head rising and falling with each breath that he took, Levi made peace with his hangups and the high chance one of his brothers might barge into his room in the later hours of the morning, but for right now, he was enjoying his time alone with you. It was still in the remnants of his birthday and having you with him was a perfect conclusion to a day that was focused on him by his brothers and the royalty of the Devildom. It wasn’t too long before Levi fell asleep himself, unaware and uncaring of the wails of despair coming from the kitchen from sources that had strung up to the ceiling.

[eveandtheturtles]

Started with a Kiss - Chapter 6: Rescue Mission

Or as my Beta called it: B-Team best team

Summary: Donnie and Mikey kick some ass!

Tag list! (lemme know if you want to be added/removed): @madammuffins @turtle-babe83 @thelaundrybitch @dilucsflame33 @leosgirl82 @pheradream15 @sharpwindow @m1dnyt3-w0lf

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A/N: Two in one month!! Yay! Reblogs and comments are so appreciated! Shoot me a message if you'd like! Let's see where this goes next!

There wasn't much time to lose. Donnie immediately started climbing the ladder and was out in mere seconds. Just in time to see her disappear as the van door closed. 

"No, you don't," he growled. Quickly he reached to his back pulling out a device - a cross between a crossbow and a gun. It had a bolt that ended with triple suction cups. The same “anchor” he used at the airplane jump in Brazil all these years ago. He aimed it at the van as it began to drive away. 

He missed by inches. 

"Fuck," he cursed again. He scaled the wall and began his pursuit. "Leo we have a situation!" He shouted into his communicator. 

"What happened?" Leo responded immediately.

"I think we were being followed somehow. They have Kara. I am in pursuit." He sent the photo he got of the plates. 

"We'll be right there," Leo said and disconnected.

Donnie meanwhile hacked into the city's traffic monitoring systems as he was running. He needed to divert the van. He doubted they would just simply stop at a red light. He needed a bigger motivator. Like a truck… and one was coming right through the van's immediate route. 

Just some minimal fiddling with timing and… there!

As predicted the van was still barreling through the road even with red lights ahead. The truck, horn blaring, zipped through the intersection, cutting it off. The van jolted, tires screeching as the kidnappers hit the brakes, but didn’t crash into the truck. Success! It gave him enough time to jump down the buildings and onto the roof. 

He saw his brothers pop up on top of the building he just vacated but there wasn’t much time to react. Leo sent Mikey down on his board. Donnie will have so much footage to scrape off of the Internet later…

“Hey there big bro, need a hand?” Mikey quipped as he landed next to him on top of the roof. Before Donnie could answer both of them had to jump away from the bullets being shot at them from below. Just because they were mostly bulletproof didn’t mean it didn’t hurt.

“Damn, these dudes are angry!” Mikey shouted as they both hung from the edges of the roof. “What do we do bro?” he asked.

“We need to take control of the vehicle! You take the right, I take the left!” Donnie ordered. On three the two jumped up, rolled, and switched the sides of the van to hang from. More bullets followed.

“Coming through!” Mikey announced, looking through the open window. “Hi! Whoa!” He said and immediately ducked as the passenger shot at him. “Not cool!” Mikey covered his head and, still hanging off the roof, twisted on his arm turning around so the bullets would ricochet over him. 

One bounced off and must have hit the shooter judging by the yell of pain. The orange turtle didn't waste time. He quickly reached inside and pulled the gun out of the man’s hand. Then he smacked the guy over the head, grabbed him by the front of his shirt, and threw him out the window. “Remember to fasten your seatbelts next time!” Mikey shouted after him. 

The orange terrapin then opened the door and sat inside.

At the same time, Donnie had used sleeping gas to douse the driver, remove him from the driver’s seat and take over the wheel.

“Hi, bro!” Mikey said. 

Immediately the goons in the back opened fire again. While their backs and plastrons were bulletproof, their heads weren't. And Donnie had to drive. To make things worse - It was cramped inside. He couldn't just duck his head into his shell and drive blind!

"Fuck!" He swiveled between the cars. The traffic responded to him with blaring horns and screeching tires. 

“Mikey!” Donnie shouted at his brother. 

"On it!"

What happened then could have been a scene from a horror film or maybe a comedy. Mikey pulled his head and arms inside his shell, jumping to the back. Then he body-slammed the nearest shooter. Quickly, he popped his head and limbs out. Using his nunchucks he got the gun out of the hands of the second one. With a quick flick of his hands smacked the guy's head bringing it all down to one baddy left. 

"Now for the final showdown," Mikey said with a grin.

The goon had Kara up, holding her in front of him. There was nowhere to run. Just the green freak in front of him.  

Suddenly, someone rammed into them from behind, jolting the whole van. 

"What the-" Donnie cursed and checked the mirror. 

The back door opened. A Jeep with an open roof and a reinforced grill was driving right behind them. The goon holding Kara grinned. 

"Hey man, don't-" Mikey started but the man indeed did.

He grabbed Kara and tossed her out of the van right into the open arms of another criminal in the jeep. The goon jumped out after her, landing on the Jeep's hood. Another one from the back seat raised up an Uzi and opened fire

"Aw, nuts," Mikey sighed, seconds before the bullets started flying. He ducked, turning around and kneeling down.

"Mikey!" Donnie yelped with more urgency, his voice cracking.

"I am trying! Where are Leo and Raph when you need them?!" 

The Jeep hit the brakes, putting distance between them and the turtles. Then it sped up and began to pass them.

"We can't have them escape!" Donnie shouted. The van wasn't fast enough to keep up with the Jeep. "Mikey, you drive!"

"What?! I don't know how!" Mikey protested. 

"First time for everything! Just step on the pedal on the right and keep it steady!" Donnie was already opening the driver's door, ready to climb out.

"If we die, I am totally telling Dad on you," Mikey grumbled, grabbing the wheel.

Donnie managed to climb on top of the car. While Mike, still kept the cars relatively even, the Jeep was slowly gaining on them, soon to take over. Donnie took a quick, deep breath in and jumped, landing on the hood.

Immediately the men opened fire. Donnie had to act fast. He rolled to the side, grabbed onto the cage columns, and punched the first guy right in the face. Luck seemed to be on his side as the Uzi guy’s weapon jammed. Using his staff Donnie electrocuted him. Then he looked at the driver.

"Drive where I tell you and you get to live," he warned the man who slowly nodded. 

"Donnieeee!" Mikey shouted over the comms. 

The purple terrapin sighed. "Open the passenger door." 

He yanked the man out of the seat and tossed him through the open door of the van, immediately taking the seat in the Jeep. 

"Tell him to follow me," Donnie said to Mikey.

"Thanks, bro!"

Donnie located the nearest dead-end alley and drove there, sending the location to Leo and Raph.

Donnie parked no problem. Mikey and the driver had a bumpier time as the van hit the back of the Jeep, making Donnie almost lose his glasses.

He turned around to glare at the youngest brother who just awkwardly waved through the windshield. 

Both turtles climbed out of the cars. Just in time for their blue and red brothers to join them.

"Great job, you two," Leo greeted them. "Now, let's see who we’re dealing with."

"I hope you left me something." Raph grinned, rolling his shoulders. 

"Sorry bro, we had a hot mess on our hands," Mikey patted Raph's bicep. "Next time."

Leo and Donnie grabbed each wing of the backdoor and opened it. Immediately they were greeted by goons who were less than happy after their unplanned naps. The three men, including the driver, were crouching with guns drawn and aimed at the turtles.

"Shit," Leo cursed. "You didn't take their guns away?"

Donnie looked at Mikey. 

"What?! I was busy!" The youngest defended himself. "Donnie made me drive!"

"I'll take care of it," Raph replied with a mean smile. "Is it just them?" 

"Should be…" Donnie said slowly. He didn't see the Uzi guy

Speak of the Devil. The scientist sighed. He should have upped the charge on his staff. 

Uzi walked from behind the van. He had his arm around Kara's neck, gun in the other hand with a muzzle against her temple.

"Drop your weapons or the girl gets it!"

Kara had a dirty cloth tied around her eyes, her hands, and feet bound, and gagged. Donnie didn't have an occasion to look at the men in the van before and now he could see that the two had scratches on their faces that clearly weren't Mikey's work. Was there a bite mark on one hand? He couldn't help but smirk. 

"What's so funny, frog?" The guy holding Kara asked.

"Frog? Dude, we're clearly turtles!" Mikey huffed, offended. "We got shells!" He even turned thumping over it with the end of his nunchucks. 

"Not the time Mikey," Leo reminded him. 

"It hurts, bro," Mikey grumbled. 

"Also, 'the girl gets it'?" Ralph joined in. "Somebody watched too many gangster movies."

"Add it to the bingo card," Mikey snickered. Leo rolled his eyes, though the corner of his mouth twitched upwards a little.

"Shut up! Whatever the fuck you are, drop the weapons!" The human fired a warning shot into the air. 

Using the moment the guy had his hand in the air, Raph and Leo moved. The charging turtles were faster than the two crouching goons could process. Leo went after them when Raph went for Uzi. He grabbed the shooter's hand and crushed it. The man yelled in pain, letting go of Kara. 

"Donnie, catch!" Raph caught her before she fell to the ground and tossed her to his brother. 

Donnie intercepted her and struggled a little holding her steady as the girl, unaware of the situation, started kicking and wiggling. 

He set her down quickly and was about to take off her blindfold when she headbutted him right in the face. Donnie groaned, grabbing his nose, his glasses falling to the ground. Without his support Kara fell on her ass and then used her bound feet to swipe at his legs, throwing him further off balance. 

Behind them, Raphael was doing an elbow drop on one of the goons who was trying to run away. Mikey kept the other one in a headlock giving the guy noogies. Leo just sighed, holding the main dude by his arm. 

"Aren't you going to stop them?" The criminal asked the blue turtle miserably.

"Nah," Leo replied. Better let the meatheads get some workout in now. 

Donnie was on his knees now, basically blind without his glasses. He squinted at the brown and green blurry spot, last second noticing another defensive kick. He grabbed her legs and tried to reach her face. He managed to put his palm in the center of it trying to feel his way around. 

This resulted first in angry noises which then turned into a sort of recognition. Not many people have giant, three-fingered hands. Donnie, hopeful, grabbed onto her blindfold and pulled it down. 

Kara blinked rapidly as the light invaded her eyes. She saw Donnie with a bloody nose, squinting at her without his glasses. Wow, his eyes were so much smaller. How bad was his vision to need such thick glasses? She noticed the glasses lying not far from them with a cracked lens. Did she do that? Welp. She tried to nudge them toward his hand. There, finally, he picked them up. 

With his sight restored he was free to untie her. 

<Sorry I whacked your face,> she told him as soon as her hands were free.

<I’ve had worse.> He reached into his pocket and pulled out her hearing aids. Unfortunately, during the whole adventure, the tiny devices got smashed to pieces. <Sorry, you might need new ones…>

She sighed, looking at the sad remains of the electronic devices. <Yeah, that’s fine. Also just so we’re clear. I’m still mad about your digging but… thanks for the save…>

He nodded. <Are you hurt anywhere?> He saw some superficial bruising and scratches that were most likely the result of her struggling. He reached to her side and she hissed in pain. 

His expression darkened. 

<That one is on you buddy,> she quickly informed him.

Donnie blinked confused then remembered their sparring. Oh. <Sorry, why didn’t you say anything?>

She shrugged. <Bruised pride?>

He looked at her unamused then pulled down his goggles and quickly scanned her. <Yeah, you’ve got cracked ribs. Do you experience any trouble breathing?>

<Yeah, it’s worse now,> she replied and coughed and winced. 

“Donnie,” Leo approached them, dragging the goon. “You can play doctor later. Get Kara to the lair and we’ll wait for the cops and an ambulance, alright?”

Donnie’s head snapped to his brother, suddenly remembering they were there too. “Sure, uh.” He looked at the unconscious guy on the ground. “Is he dead?”

“Raph likely broke most of his bones, but he’s breathing,” Leo said unbothered.

“Cool.”

Kara tilted her head at them. <What’s up?>

<The guys are staying behind, we’re going back to the lair.>

<Okay.>

He scooped her up carefully from the floor. She wrapped her arms around his neck. 

Before this long night could end Donnie got Kara an ice pack, stuffed her with painkillers, and gave her strict instructions on how to behave.

<I know what to do,> she retorted. <This isn’t the first time a guy broke my ribs,> she tried to joke but he looked at her seriously with a pained expression.

<Don’t give me the kicked puppy eyes, you fucked up,> she huffed. <I’m still pissed at you but… again, thanks for the save…>

He nodded. <Listen, if uh… you need anything,> he didn’t know where to look or if he should stay close by… <just uh, send me a text?>

<Gotcha.>

After that Kara wasn’t in the mood to talk. She fell asleep, missing the return of Donnie’s brothers. 

[surplus-of-sarcasm]

About This Blog

Hey, this is the little gremlin again, and since most tumblr users have some sort of 'about' page, I decided to create one. And also because why not?

Note: This is my main blog. Likes, follows, asks and replies are from here. It is also my writing blog, where I post my own writing and sometimes reblog other writers' works.

My Masterlist

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Not interested in all the semantics and just looking for the writing? You can find all my writing in the link above, as well as my master tag list All the other info, like rules, squicks, my special tags and some background info can be found under the cut.

About the person behind this

You can call me Natalia.

My pronouns are she/her

I'm straight

I'm 17

I'm a college first year majoring in engineering

I'm not sarcastic at all, no no no. And my non-existent sarcasm doesn't catch people off-guard at all, no sir. Totally serious 100% of the time. Even my url says it.

I write stuff here, and the details r in the next heading

I'm a minor, so please dni if you're going to discuss inappropriate content

Wanna spam my notifications? Go ahead, I'm not stopping you. I actually encourage it, lol.

I like fandoms, caffeine, chemistry, math, reading and writing (*le gasp), and a whole lot of other stuff!

I'm not mean, I promise. Just a little, snarky teen haha.

I look nothing like my pfp.

I'm a villanous assassin!

I have undiagnosed high-functioning anxiety, may have ADHD and I experience obsessive thoughts. So please, no hate on ND ppl here.

I'm fine w/dms! (as long as they're not creepy)

My fanfiction sideblog is @so-hot-i-make-hell-jealous

My silly, non-writing sideblog is @yoursssstruly

My Writing Rules

I may be an anarchist, but I need some rules here.

Stuff I do write: hero x villain (supervillains, sidekicks and whatnot too), hurt/comfort, and I might post snippets of a story I'm working on and whump, fluff, maybe some crack, and romance!

Stuff I DON'T write: NSFW content of any kind, smut excessively dark whump (I get anxious with things that take it too far), incest, pedophilia, rape, emetophilia, and while I do write romance, suggestiveness is toned down and I don't write nsfw romance.

Do not ask me to write anything I said I don't write. It's pointless because I won't force myself to write it.

I don't write make-outs and kisses on the lips

You can totally use my writing for inspiration, as long as it's tagged as a prompt, you can use some lines, but just not the whole thing word for word, provided that it's tagged as a prompt. You can continue it, even if I've done a continuation.

If you use any of my prompts, please give credit and tag me! I'd loveee to see what you come up with!

Anything tagged as NOT A PROMPT is not for use.

I DON'T appreciate reposts, but I do love reblogs. Don't hesitate to use super long tags, analyse it or give lengthy commentary, I'm actually down for that stuff.

I don't mind my stuff being reposted on other social media as long as you give me credit. NO reposts on Tumblr, please.

Pairings are usually gn/gn. The other alternative is f/m

I typically write hero x villain, but I have other non-hero x villain stuff out there! Like fantasy, sci-fi and certain fragments of my wip (some of em are actually h x v!)

I don't really do xreader fics.

Ask Box

Don't be afraid to send me an ask!

Please don't ask for any of the stuff I told you I don't write

I may take some time to respond because I have a crap schedule

I might not answer asks if I don't feel very comfortable writing them. No hate, I just got on this app for my own fun, so I don't want to force myself to do smth I don't like, and it'll probably come out as a crappy piece of writing anyway

You can ask me about non-writing stuff too! I don't mind talking! Just please don't make the questions too. . .creepy.

Don't use the ask box to harass me. You'll probably regret getting on my nerves

Favourite Tropes

Where do I even start? I'm very indecisive.

Enemies to lovers

Alliance of convenience

Fake dating (turned not-so-fake)

Two whumpees caring for each other

Scary, unhinged hero x terrified villain (who's probably secretly in love w/them)

Flirty x flustered

Whumpee gets revenge on their og whumper, preferably through violent murder

Morally grey characters

Found family

Heavy angst w/a fluffy ending

Psychological manipulation

Cocky hero x flustered villain

Warnings

Because some of my content may be triggering to some people. I typically include trigger warnings above my posts in red, and I recently started putting them in the tags, too. Please note I don't condone any of the harmful stuff here IRL. I write FICTION, not meant to be used to judge me morally. ✨️Lmk if there's anything you want me to add here!

Violence

Blood

Bruises

Betrayal

Implied torture or past torture

Mental health issues

Manhandling

Drowning

Abusive relationships

Yandere whump

Bone Fractures

Failed escape

Miserable (I write sad stuff sometimes)

Threats

Fear

Description of torture aftermath

Occasionally, torture

Lying

Burns

Restraints

Usage and mentions of weapons (guns, knives, etc)

References to a difficult past

Vomiting

Starvation

Scars

Self-harm

Obsessive thoughts

Fear of heartbreak

Criminal activity

Death

Somewhat graphic descriptions (they aren't too horrible, but they may make some people uncomfortable

Non-con touch (not sexual)

Drugging

Poison

Kidnapping

Hostage situation

Exhaustion

Stress positions

War/war aftermath

Captivity

Fever

Delusions

Hyperthermia

Very flirty (Listen, I generally write pretty light stuff, but they can be seen as juuuust a little bit spicy, and different people interpret things differently, and I won't judge people for seeing things a certain way, but in case it makes you uncomfortable. . .)

Adding on to the last point, this kind of fic will contain touching (not sexual), kisses (not on the lips), and pretty flirty remarks (nothing sexual)

Smoking

Alcohol/use of alcohol

Squicks

I write violence n all, but I have limits. I will NOT write anything mentioned here and will refuse any requests with these.

Eye, mouth and ear whump

Extreme gore

Whipping

Branding

Vore

Amputation (unless it's a fantasy monster that has to die OR it's environmental whump. Someone doing it however, nope)

Muzzles (I'm fine with gags, though)

Collars

Sadomasochism (some of my characters are sadistic, but non-sexually. Also, no masochistic characters)

NSFWhump in general, (whether extreme gore, sexual assault or sadomasochism)

Anything I don't write in the Rules above

My Tags

Aside from the usual tags on writing, I like to add my touch to a few of them. You may see:

#nat writes

#a little gremlin's writing

#natalia's writing

And for asks

#the little gremlin answers

When it isn't about writing

#not writing and/or #natalia.txt

When I like it, but it isn't mine

#not my writing

When you can read, but you shouldn't USE

#NOT A PROMPT

Timezones n next days (yes, they're self-reblogs)

#timezone reblog

#next day reblog

To clarify

#hero x villain -> just means it has a hero and a villain. can be platonic, familial, just enemies or romantic (this applies to any A x B)

While. . .

#hero/villain -> means the pairing is romantic. (applies to anything with a slash)

I know other ppl use them differently, but that's how I do it. I typically tag with genre to help, like #romance or #friendship

And the most important rule of all

HAVE FUN!

Xoxo,

The villainous assassin

❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜

[wanderingchocolateeclair]

Interdimensional Therapy AU

You already know what time it is~

Time to introduce ya'll to a new au! This time it is a joint au made by yours truly (me) and @laughteronsilverwings!!

I will be posting it in parts, like chapters on here about once or twice a week! (also fun fact...at the time of posting this post, we are just under 20k words on the docs............it has been like three days.)

Summary:

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So, one day, Hakamada Tsunagu (almost-fifteen, vigilante, technically-kinda-terrorist but he’s moved past that) meets Hakamada Tsunagu (around twenty-one, hero, is being blackmailed by the HPSC but he’s trying to ignore that). 

They don’t meet with a bang, a whimper, or a shout- it’s actually weirdly, strangely calm. Not that Tsunagu cares. But Tsunagu -both of them- kind of have to give the slightest bit of fucks about this situation. Well. One of them does. Sort of? Eh, they’ll give it a few days to wear off before starting to worry.

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Introduction and words from both of us, under the cut:

Here is the introduction!:

so, uh, italics is me (silver) and bold is eclair- writing the start of introductions feels very awkward lmao. anyways this is just… something me and eclair simultaneously spawned out of a throwaway comment in tumblr dms. i feel like thats something yall should know. zero planning is going into this, and if there is, it was on-the-spot. we are testing our improv skills! and writing this together! at the time of this introduction’s writing we have 14k words. it’s been two days. send help. the brainrot is very real and it is coming for us.

but anyways- here’s a little bit of background and information: the pov switches whenever there’s a little dash. like this. -. first it’s me, then eclair, and so on and so forth. this is just- well, i’d say jeanist on jeanist violence, but there’s no fight scenes yet, so… jeanist on jeanist kinda-sorta-maybe therapy?

i mean, this is called the interdimensional therapy au’ for a reason. but! back on topic. so basically my jeanist (will be referred to as s!jeanist, is 14-15 years old) and eclair’s jeanist (refered to as e!jeanist, around 20-22) both got hit by a quirk that yoinked both of them to e!jeanist’s place in paris. they are both from different universes. they have different backstories. they are different people, pulled from their place in the universe and into e!jeanist’s apartment…

…and then they just start talking because honestly this is an everyday thursday for both of them. mostly. kind of. s!jeanist is referred to as ‘arcane’ from e!jeanist’s pov. e!jeanist is referred to as ‘jean’ from s!jeanist’s pov. 

this is ALL the way self-indulgent and crack, just so you know. also kinda a character deep dive but lets not go into that. 

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Well well well. ‘Tis me, Eclair, in bold! As all has already been said, this is a fun little self-indulgent crack au that honestly the brainrot has. Kinda. Taken over the entirety of brain already. Seriously, I have never written this much in such a short time span heheh….

Anyway- as it is quite literally named the Interdimensional Therapy AU, there may be some potentially triggering subjects that could pop up in the future, and I shall make sure to tag them and put up warnings before each part - please check the TWs before reading as always for your own safety and comfort!

No idea where this will go or how it’ll end up, but The Jeanists are here and they are going to have fun. Maybe. Kinda. Who knows what awaits them? I don’t think we do- but hey- if they don’t have fun, at least we will >:)

Oh. and at the time of finishing this introduction. We are now at just over 16k words. I think the brainrot is too strong…

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we wrote our parts separately over the course of like, three, two hours? damm we might actually reach 20k today/tomorrow

oh yeah also these two are ‘divergent’ jeanists in the jean-multiverse. not alternate! theres a small difference lmao so it doesn’t matter, i am simply being Picky With Words

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Please enjoy and look forward to it!! May we all try and find out how this will end up.

[cha-melodius]

2022 Fic Year In Review

I created this last year based off a variety of year-in-review posts I've seen and done in the past. Added a few more questions this year, in part based on review memes I was tagged in by @cricketnationrise and @rmd-writes. Feel free you grab it if you want to do your own review! And I'd like to add a hearty thank you to each and every person who's read my fics over the years, y'all continue to make this a joy!

2020 Review | 2021 Review

AO3 Username: chamel  My Page: Link Most Active Fandoms: The Man from UNCLE (2015): 17 works Loki: 8 works Red, White & Royal Blue: 6 works New Fandoms: RWRB, Glass Onion Total Number Of Completed Works/Word Count This Year: 31 works, 282k words All Time: 82 works, 1 million words

Most Popular One Shot (by kudos): This Year: Class(room) Warfare (RWRB, Alex/Henry, T, 7.8k words) All Time: What Makes A Good Man (Loki, Loki/Mobius, T, 8.5k words)

Most Popular Completed Multi-Chapter (by kudos): This Year: A Good Man Is Hard To Find (Loki, Loki/Mobius, M, 81k words) All Time: Do You Promise Not to Tell? (The Mandalorian, Cara/Din, E, 87.7k words)

Events/Challenges: The Man From U.N.C.L.E. Gift Exchange 2022, Whumptober, The Brownstone Weekly Drabble Challenge

More reflections and such below the cut!

Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you’d expected? About what I expected I think; I wrote only a bit more than last year. I realized in the last third? I think? of the year I was close to 1 million words, which is definitely more than I ever thought I'd write in total.

What’s your own favorite story of the year? This is tougher to answer this year! Mostly because I wrote a whole bunch of one-shots that I love. I might have to go with A Good Man Is Hard To Find, because I'm always partial to my long AUs.

Do you have any writing goals for the New Year? Last year's—> "Maybe try to produce more one-shots and fics under 15k words." Hey! I did that! Thanks in large part to a couple of times I solicited prompts on tumblr, so thanks to all of you! This year, I don't think I really have any specific goals. I want to complete a few large multichapter fics, which will probably mean my one-shot production goes down, but we'll see.

Did you take any writing risks this year? Same as last year, jumping into an active new fandom, always nerve wracking, etc. I also began drawing and produced an illustration for one of my stories for the first time (Double Dutch with a Hand Grenade).

Story of mine most under-appreciated by the universe, in my opinion: Sticking to those published this year, Sun in the Sky (You Know How I Feel) (I really thought that one would gain more traction).

Most fun story to write: Consider the Price to an Elf (Illya as an elf was too much fun), Class(room) Warfare, Loving You is Cherry Pie

Biggest disappointment: I've had some ups and downs with writing this year, but I'm trying to get better about managing my expectations and not getting disappointed when things don't get as many kudos or comments as I was expecting.

Biggest surprise: Very recent, but so far the spike in kudos that The Life You Had in Mind got after Glass Onion got released on Netflix. Crossovers usually are doomed to low kudos overall, so the response is so great! I even had someone read the fic not knowing anything about TMFU, which was a lovely comment to get.

Coming soon/planned (definite):

Finishing up remaining tumblr prompts (holiday and otherwise)

RWRB spy AU

Slightly bleak Napollya fic inspired by All Comes Crashing

Lokius probation AU for MTH winners

Lokius/Napollya spy AU crossover for MTH winner

Less solid plans:

Waverly/Blanc meeting/get together fic

Napollya multichap AU—chefs? bakery owners? writer/critic? art thief/gallery owner? astronauts? hockey?

Napollya multichap non-AU inspired by The Americans

RWRB baking competition AU and/or You've Got Mail AU

Napollya 5+1 saying goodnight

... about a thousand other possibilities, my fic ideas document is endless

[wrestlezon]

(hell yeah. heres a whole post blogging about my blog. i hope you like introspective words. if not... then definitely dont click that readmore)

I posted 3,572 times in 2022

That's 3,572 more posts than 2021!

(well... a respectable amount... for this being the first year of Blog Existing)

370 posts created (10%)

3,202 posts reblogged (90%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

pepsitwist

dogcollarpunk

hoodyhoo

allelitewrestlings

(3 people with the best tastes on the site and a fantastic sourced aew content blog. hell yea ofc these were my most reblogged blogs)

I tagged 3,533 of my posts in 2022

Only 1% of my posts had no tags

(oh no. where are they. where are these 40 untagged posts?? how could i leave them BARREN... NO... THEYRE LOST... OUT IN THE COLD...)

#chuck taylor - 576 posts

#orange cassidy - 570 posts

#cm punk - 500 posts

#fanart - 406 posts

#p - 291 posts

#trent beretta - 229 posts

#talkzon - 221 posts

#mjf - 220 posts

#jon moxley - 201 posts

#eddie kingston - 198 posts

(ah yes my top 3 favorite wrestlers. chuck, orange, cm punk. of course. LMAO. funnily enough the pipeline for me was in that exact reverse order... punk vs eddie got me watching the show, then i saw an orange match and was like hey thats fun and cool, then i was like hold up... whos that weird-cute guy who hangs out with him sometimes... and now here i am. with incurable chuck taylor brain worms.)

(ok. actually the story is a bit more ironic than that but if i get too openly genuine on here i'll break out in hives sooooo moving on)

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#excalibur said something last friday along the lines of ''hes not willing to team up with danhausen yet'' which made me laugh out loud. ''ye

(my tag got cut off... i think this is before xkit rewritten added the ''tag too long'' alert for the quicktags thing. i dont even remember what the rest of it was supposed to be... this was on a gifset of the hook birthday chips incident)

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

thank you aew broadcast team for the instant replay alternate angle on wardlow's very cool pin

295 notes - Posted July 13, 2022

(...i liked wardlow better when he was a vaguely amoral henchman guy but i can appreciate A Very Cool Pin)

#4

"One word to describe me? GAY"

295 notes - Posted October 17, 2022

(the people need to know. they need to know max caster is an entertaining and somewhat unhinged weirdo)

#3

listen. look. i need you to understand. look at this.

SLOUCHED. HANDS BEHIND HIS BACK. HEAD BENT DOWN. cm punk spends most of his promo at this point AVOIDING EYE CONTACT. he never even holds the goddamn mic!!! punk is posturing SO hard to appear as a small harmless creature. so much smaller than hangman.

which he factually ISNT. i mean, look at how he looks when he stands up straight, when he isn't trying to put on an appearance.

See the full post

325 notes - Posted May 26, 2022

(oh noooo lmaoooo not my overly excited cm punk theory-effortpost... embarrassing...... even more embarrassing in hindsight... u_u "wow theyre doing such a good job of working together to tell this fictional story of conflict and antagonism! such acting! such subtlety! wait. what. no. are you guys mad for real. what the")

#2

See the full post

389 notes - Posted June 4, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

how im feeling about that upcoming dog collar match

752 notes - Posted March 5, 2022

(honestly the most shocking part of this was seeing people out in the wild think this was where the sickos meme came from? which doesnt even make sense chronologically?? sickos has been around forever!!! and the original comic is so good. i am not deserving of kartoonist kelly's onion comic clout i am just a wrestle blog)

(also. i have to say. getting into wrestling right as the cmjf feud started was such a mistake... it set the bar too high... wrestling is not normally Like That... ;~;)

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[weirdthoughtsandideas]

Ranking the DCLA WLW ships

Many people prefer canon, and I get that. But there's one thing that non-canon ships give me and that is the comfort that they are exactly what they are. Especially the WLW ships. I never assume they will be canon, but I can love them all I want either way <3

I will not take every single dcla wlw ship, cause with all the girl characters there's so many combinations you can do. I will only take the ones I've seen, or recognized myself.

1. Franletta

Obviously. How can I not? I've not been crowned the biggest Franletta shipper in the fandom for nothing! They give me the softness no one else does. The way they always depend on each other, the way they care for each other SO MUCH <33 GAH they're adorable

2. Jam

I'm taking my two biggest from each show here. When I started watching SL, everyone expected me to just like the three biggest ships. NO ONE told me about Jim and Yam. HOW COULD YOU NOT tell me about Jim and Yam?! Smh you're sleeping on them (/hj, /lh)

But yeah, I think a part of what drove me with loving them so much was that no one else talked about them. Yes, people agreed they were girlfriends, but no one was as vocal. I am currently also the only one who even has written fics with them tagged romantically - something I did after I discovered after finishing season 1, I was really surprised how no one had written about them? So I took it in my own hands and wrote some.

Jam are my little chaos children, they're jin and yang and they're everything to me.

3. Luty

The year was 2021 and I had been starting to rewatch Violetta after getting D+. With my newly love for Franletta, I also thought about the others. I thought to myself "Hey! Maybe Naty stays with Ludmila, not because she's afraid to say no, but because she actually likes her? Maybe she even has a crush on her?"

Cut to when I rewatched S3, which had not been out until april of 2021 in the Nordic countries. I just. Fell for them. OH how I fell for them.

They make me insane honestly.

4. Natila

In season 3, something I really noticed was that the REAL love triangle was between Naty, Camila and Ludmila. And Naty and Camila DATED. They DATED in s3. OH MY GOD HOW THEY DATED. THEY FUCKING KISSED OFF SCREEN!!!!!!!!!! LIKE I AM STILL MIND BLOWN OVER THAT. WHEN I SAW IT I JUST WENT INSANE.

5. Ambilia

THE GOTH GIRLFRIENDS honestly they're everything. They're insane. It's them against the world. They'll go from the ashes and into the fire. They're a power couple.

6. Lumbar

"But but but but-" I hear you go. Yes, yes, yes, I know. These two gave a fucking crisis in s3. But I fell for them SO HARD in season 1 it was a wound that never got away. Season 1 FED me with them, S2 also fed me a lot, and then in season 3 I just went around with a "🥲". At least, they ended up being very close in one way <3

7. Cadmila

Love the enemies to lovers. I don't feel as strongly about them as the other two in the "unholy trinity", I sometimes feel like Cadmila is the female version of Dieleon (but not with everything). But it's also how Ludmila just plays with Cami's hair, always sits close to her and how Camila is like "get tf away from me" but highkey interested in what Ludmila is doing.

8. Mora/Ana

They moved in together?? This was a whole storyline and tbh I am fully convinced the writers actually wanted them to be a couple, it's not just my imagination.

9. Jadangie

Alright, you made me fall for them! Thanks, tumblr! <3 They're very cute.

10. Jackie/Angie

They would never date in canon but GOD are they exes. They're bickering exes, look at them. First episode of s2, you can't deny they've met before and something went down and now they pretend they don't know each other. The ANGST.

11. Celeste/Trish

When watching Bia, I was like "I really feel a straight vibe from every character" and all of you, and I mean ALL OF YOU, went "But what about Celeste?". I was confused because I was at the ep where Celeste told her therapist that she had a crush on a boy so I was like ???????????????????

But then the SECOND I saw s2, I had a 180 spin and went "OH OK SHE'S A LESBIAN" and her obsession with Trish was really like. !!!!!!! WOW. And when she met Trish irl and just scratched her neck I just. Yeah. Yeah I got it.

12. Lunina

Ok, I really do like them as just friends, but if they were more I also wouldn't complain. I just like to joke a little about them, but I am not as serious about it as I am with ships above on the list.

13. Jazmin/Delfi

Every now and then I think to myself "they should kiss" lmao.

14. Francesca/Ana

Most random thing. I got this because I felt like Ana legit tried to seduce Fran for a while. Like that Ser Mejor duet????? What

15. Violetta/Lara

I don't think they have a lot of chemistry, but I get it. Also Violetta totally got a bi awakening from seeing Lara sing like I-

16. Ludletta

I really get it. I really get after I myself fell for Lumbar. Like, you have 2 seasons of freedom. It's hard to just... stop?? After that? Also Si es por amor is the gayest music video in Violetta, it's just how it is. But I've personally never shipped them. I love their canon relationship.

I do get where you're coming from, though.

17. Jim/Luna

This is the one wlw ship where I don't really get it. But I've seen it around. And during my SL rewatch I've tried to see it, but I don't see much. I think it's whenever they're alone together they sort of have a matching vibe and that's what appeals to people? I don't know.

I know for a fact I've probably forgot someone, but that's how it always is. I actually almost forgot some here and had to re-rank my list. There's still plenty of wlw ships <3

[superfamilyexchange]

Creator Reveals!

Thank you to everyone who signed up and participated. The works were spectacular and filled with so much love and creativity. It was a lot of fun to see so many people enjoy their gifts. Giftees, if you haven't had a chance, don't forget to leave lots of love for your Gifter!

Creators, you are now free to post about your fic. Be sure to tag us here on Tumblr so we can reblog. For those who haven't had a chance to read all of the fabulous works, check out all of this year's gifts on our AO3 Collection page.

And finally to the Creator Reveals!

Below the cut...

back on the track by wingheads for ralsbecket, Artwork

ever since he could remember, steve has always wanted to visit the grand canyon. superheroing and raising a family has kept him busy, but for their wedding anniversary, tony packs up steve and the kids for a cross-country road trip to arizona.

Hope Your Heart Is Strong Enough by Coffee_and_notebooks for Infinitywrites, 7.1k Words

"They're marrying me off to Lord Stone," Tony admits, and Jarvis immediately frowns. "Are you certain?" "I heard them talking about it." "I always told you that sneaking around was going to get you into trouble one day. But I see it has done some semblance of good. You cannot allow this to happen. I will not see you waste away under Lord Stone's mercy."

everything the heart desires by ArabellaAM for Coffee_and_notebooks, 16.5k Words

Omega!Tony is a new pianist that's just started working on this season's London balls. It's not what he wants to do, but it pays well, and money is important as a single parent when he has a two-year-old at home. Alpha!Steve is the heir of the Rogers' title, but that's not the only thing he's known for: in all the years he's been the most coveted bachelor, he's never been seen dancing with anyone at the balls, and is rumored to have sworn off marriage. He thought so too, at least until he crosses his gaze with that pianist for the first time. Then, everything changes.

Concentric Circles and Shiny Corners by geekymoviemom for Skeeter_110, 6.7k Words

Parenting a genius kid is hard. Parenting a genius kid with super powers is even harder. So, it would follow that parenting a genius kid with super powers while loopy on painkillers would be… well… interesting. Or, Peter needs his wisdom teeth out, and everything is shiny.

Trying to Find My Way Back by ralsbecket for geekymoviemom, 5.3k Words

After half the universe got Dusted, Peter didn't find a lot of things surprising anymore. (Except for when a girl with star powers landed him in another universe; admittedly, that was a surprise.)

The Best Laid Plans by ChocolateCapCookie for imeanthatsprettysnazzy, 3.6k Words

“Pete, we need to set dad up with Mr. Rogers!” said Harley excitedly. “Think about it, they’d be perfect for each other! Dad’s always so tired and stressed, he could use someone like Mr. Rogers to calm him down a bit. And I know Mr. Rogers is single, he’s always talking about it being just him and his dog…” “Harley, this is a stupid idea,” Peter interrupted. “You don’t know that Mr. Rogers is into men. And even if he was, what do you want to do, lock them in a closet together?” "Yes." "No, Harley"

hard at work by starksnack for captainstars, 1.5k Words

Whoever came up with Take Your Kid To Work Day probably never worked for SHIELD. Or had a three-year-old who loved food but sometimes thought non-edible things could be edible with the power of imagination.

forecasted therapy by parkrstark for tamaranianprincess, 1.5k Words

Tony can’t help but think about all the reasons why they shouldn’t when he and Steve adopt Peter.

Till Forever Falls Apart by Infinitywrites for starksnack, 4.3k Words

“Hey bubba! How are you?”, “I’m shiny, Daddy! But Papa is not feeling so good”, “What do you mean, Tesoro?” “Papa is hot and sleepy”, Well, that’s fact, Tony thought, chuckling to himself. (or) When Tony Stark is half around the world for a Business Trip, Peter Parker, His 5 year old son, calls him to tell him that Steve is not feeling so good. Cue Tony coming back and reassuring and taking care of his Sick Omega Husband.

Hello, I love you, won't you tell me your name? by Perlmutt for VeroCaroline, 5.6k Words

Peter has an existential crisis on his first day of kindergarten.

Build with love, your life by captainstars for UisceOneLove, 4k Words

“Oh!” Peter gasped. The kid’s reactions reminded Tony of the emojis Rhodey liked to send him a slew of. “Are you going to make me, like, your protege or something, Mr. Stark?????”

The (Totally Not Fun and Really Scary) Adventures in Rescuing Tony Stark by Girl_Back_There for Pookiethefrickinbunn, 12k Words

Iron Man is missing, presumed dead after his mansion was attacked by an international terrorist. So, who's going to rescue the day? Iron Man's teenage son of course! Accept this is way more than Peter has ever encountered as New York's friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. Peter needs help to find and rescue his dad and the only person he can turn to is the one person he never wanted to see again. His ex-papa, Steve Rogers.

How Do You Know They're Yours by UisceOneLove for lizzeth, 1.5k Words

Peter has a question for Steve and Natasha.

An Act of Love: Confession by Skeeter_110 for ChocolateCapCookie, 2k Words

If there's one thing everyone needs to know about Tony Stark, it's that he absolutely loathes magic; especially when it's used against him. Like now. Loki decided that it was a great idea to put a spell on Tony and Steve that made them, not only have to take care of some random baby, but also not able to leave Tony's floor until one thing happened; a love confession.

Love is another Higgs particle by VeroCaroline for wingheads, Artwork

Tony is trying to create a worm hole just to find there are other universes that look the same, but are very different! Tokophobia is definitely a new word in Tony´s dictionary. The A/B/O fan art you´ve never asked for…

Warning: Secrets May Have Consequences! by Pookiethefrickinbunn for parkrstark, 5k Words

The brain fog slowly began to seep out of Steve’s head and more and more details came to him. He had been on his way to pick up his boyfriend's 11 year old son from school. No, scratch that. He had picked him up from school. … “Steve! Help!” Peter screamed and without a second thought Captain America stormed the room. In an instant three men were on him, attempting to tackle him to the ground. Steve easily shook them off, leaving them incapacitated on the floor, only to realize a few seconds later that fighting him was not their main objection. Getting the syringe full of Super Soldier tranquilizers that was currently lodged into his neck was. Steve felt his world begin to tilt and suddenly he was hitting the ground hard. All the while Peter was screaming for him. Oh God. Peter They had Peter.

The Joys of Early Morning Hunts by lizzeth for Perlmutt, 3.5k Words

During the mer's morning hunt, humans have breached the peaceful dome in which the fishfolk of SHIELD reside. In the panic of swimming to their caves and seeking spots to hide, Tony finds himself desperately looking for his gup, Peter. But the humans are close, where could Peter of gone?

Look Into His Angel Eyes (One Look And You’re Hypnotized) by EmmaElsa0000 for Neverever, 2.3k Words

Tony never thought he’d find a family. Yet here he is, his “family” now being a tall blonde, the living embodiment of a puppy dog, a scary redhead in heels, and a grumpy air force pilot.

Finding A Way Back by Neverever for MercurialMagpie, 4.2k Words

When Tony hurts his back, ex-husband Steve stays with him to take care of their son, Peter. Peter likes this arrangement a lot.

The Artistic Method by MercurialMagpie for ArabellaAM, 2.5k Words

Steve is perfectly happy with his life, and his career teaching art. That is, until a bright young man and his brilliant father intrude on his peace.

when your waiter looks like a greek statue by imeanthatsprettysnazzy for Girl_Back_There, 1.8k Words

Sadly, it was getting harder for Tony to pretend that he hadn’t caught feelings for the cute waiter. Peter wasn’t a little kid anymore, and he was capable of recognising that Tony had a crush on the man now – he wouldn’t have caught on to that little detail when he was a kid, and boy, did Tony miss those days now. “I reckon you should just go for it,” Peter said decisively. “He seems like a cool dude" (or, single dad tony realllyyy needs to go on a date, even if his son is the only one who seems to think so)

Home for the Holidays by tamaranianprincess for EmmaElsa0000, 2.2k Words

Steve surprises his husband and son when he comes home from overseas.

Thank you, creators, for all of the love and work you put into your gifts! Hope to see you all again next year!

[camaro-and-smokes]

To rent or not to rent? - The love of my life PT 3

Rating: Mature Characters: Steve Harrington, Billy Hargrove, Robin Buckley, ofc Warnings: no warnings

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Author's notes: This is my very own Harringrove fix-it. if you have nothing else to say than nasty comments, please, I have a solution for you: Don't read.

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Billy parked in front of the video rental. He was soon in a hurry if he wanted to make it back home on time. But he kept his cool, took the tapes from the back seat, the ones he never had even taken out of the car, and stepped out.

When he closed the door and turned to walk to the rental, he let out a sigh. The girl, who always seemed to have her foot in her mouth, was behind the counter. He had hoped that Steve would’ve finally shown up at work after almost a month, but no. Just his luck. Again.

“Hi Billy,” a nasal female voice said behind him as he was opening the door.

“Hi Cindy,” he said with a disgust, recognizing the speaker without looking at her. Cindy hadn’t stopped bugging him ever since they had hooked up a few months back. Which now, in hindsight, had been a mistake. She just couldn’t take no for an answer. It wasn’t the first time he had run to her after the incident, gotten her to let go of it momentarily by promising to call her and never actually doing it. Because why would he? She had been just one more goal on his list of ‘Things To Do Before High School Was Over’, the one ‘to score the cheerleader captain’.

“What are you going to watch tonight? Can I join you?” she asked, following Billy to the rental.

“I’m just dropping these off,” he said to her dispassionately, left the tapes on the counter and turned back.

[continues under the cut]

Cindy was trying to coo her way in to get him to give her a ride home, when the girl behind the counter called him back.

“Erm, hey, you. You’ve, eh, you’ve had these for two days. We rent them just for a day. You have to pay for the extra day.”

Billy rolled his eyes. The films were the ones rentable for seven days and he knew that there was still one day left. He turned back, annoyed, and walked back to the counter.

“I rented them for a week. A week isn’t yet over. What’s the problem?”

The girl behind the counter peaked behind him on his left. He frowned and glanced over his shoulder. Cindy was a few shelf rows behind him, browsing as she waited.

“Erm, did you have plans for tonight?” the girl asked. “I mean, eh, these films? Something romantic maybe?”

Billy tilted his head in confusion. “They’re Halloween films. The original and parts two and three. Not exactly, err...” he glanced again over his shoulder at Cindy, who was seemingly deep in thought between the shelves, oblivious of what was going on by the counter.

“What are you trying to say, exactly...” Billy asked, trying to catch the name on the girl’s name tag. “Robin?”

Robin peeked again behind him, then she turned to look back at him. “Our mutual friend asked me to give this to you in case you came by,” she whispered, handing Billy a piece of paper and winked.

Billy’s mouth hung open in utter confusion.

“For God’s sake, take it,” Robin hissed and shoved the paper at him.

“Hey, we can rent anything you want and watch it later tonight. Right, Billy?” Cindy asked and walked towards the counter.

Billy snatched the paper from Robin and shoved it in his pocket.

“I’m sorry. I think I made a mistake. These are all good,” Robin said and took the tapes, turning away.

Billy was unsure what had just happened and looked at Robin’s back, raising his eyebrows. “Well, ok, great. Thanks. I guess,” he stuttered, before turning around, and almost walking over Cindy.

“So, what’s it going to be, big boy?” she cooed.

He finally lost it. He grabbed Cindy by her arm and pulled her outside with him.

“Ouch, Billy, that hurt!” she exclaimed when they got outside.

Billy let go of her. “Listen, Cindy. I’m going to say this just once.” He leaned down and looked at her with his most contemptuous gaze. “There’s no way I’m having anything else in the future with you except separate ways. You were never anything else to me than just another score. You hear me? Now, fuck off.”

Cindy stood frozen in front of him, lost for words with wide eyes.

He walked around her to the Camaro and got in. When he started the engine and glanced at Cindy, she was walking away, shaking.

[trinidaddy888]

You Wanna Smoke? (Chapter 7)

Chase runs out of weed and must go to the human world to get more. How will they manage? And who will they be smoking weed with? Find out in this self-indulgent fic about my Obey Me blunt rotation.

Characters: MC, Mammon, Lucifer, Thirteen, Diavolo, Asmodeus, Simeon, Beelzebub, Solomon

Genre: Slice of Life

Tags: Marijuana, Recreational Drug use, No romance just bros being bros, No Spoilers

A/n: I had a blunt rotation list for Obey Me characters that I’d like to smoke weed with and I decided to make it into a story. The full story is already posted to AO3 but I wanted to keep a writing tumblr for all my stories. The previous chapters had art but I got lazy from this point on and stopped drawing lol. 

Story Index

“Chase?” asked Lucifer through the small space the door was opened to, “What are you doing in Mammon’s room and… Why are your eyes red?”

Shit, shit, shit. Shit!

“I… um,” I started, searching for a plausible excuse. Stoned me could not dig deep enough to find one.

Lucifer squinted at me and then his eyes opened, incredulous at realizing what was happening.

“Are you high?!” he asked, raising his voice with anger.

I did not say a word. That was enough of an answer. He barged into the room. He saw Mammon laying back onto the couch, eyes red and nearly closed.

“MAMMON?!” he roared.

“Hmm?” Mammon responded lazily.

Thirteen’s eyes widened at the sight of Lucifer. “Shit!”

Lucifer took a step towards Mammon and I cut off his path, trying to protect Mammon.

“It wasn’t him,” I said softly.

Lucifer did not seem to hear me as he shoved past me, storming over to Mammon. He grabbed him by the shirt collar and lifted him to his feet.

“You did this!” he bellowed at Mammon, “You’re the reason Chase has been acting strange lately! I trusted you to look after them and you became a bad influence! Scum!”

“Lucifer,” I said, voice straining, “It wasn’t him.”

He turned to me, with rage and shame on his face, “You’re defending him? He is smudging your reputation at this school, and you’re taking the blame? Is this why you went to the human world without me? Is this why you’ve been distancing yourself from me?”

Mammon laughed and Lucifer dropped him.

“Chase,” Lucifer said, “Come with me. I’ll punish Mammon, later.”

“Lucifer!” I yelled, “I said it wasn’t him! I was the one who asked for weed. I was the reason we went to the human world without you. I was acting strange because I was withdrawing from being high every week! I’m the bad influence! Leave Mammon out of this! He was just trying to help!”

“Yeah,” said Thirteen, “It was all their idea. We just came along for the ride.”

Lucifer stared at me in silence, stunned. He clenched his hands into a fist and unclenched it. He sighed.

“I see.”

“Please,” I pleaded, “Don’t be mad. I didn’t want to disappoint you. You were so proud of me being a model student. I couldn’t let you down. You were one of the few people who believed in me this much in such a long time. But, I had to get weed. I’ve needed it for my anxiety. Truthfully, I’ve always smoked weed, even before I came to Devildom.”

His expression softened. “Chase. You smoking marijuana could never disappoint me. Why didn’t you just be honest with me?”

“But you got angry at Mammon when you thought he got me high.”

“Well,” he said, “I thought he was pressuring you. But I insulted you by not thinking you could make your own decisions. And for that, I apologize”

“You should apologize to Mammon, too,” I insisted.

“Mammon,” Lucifer said turning to his brother, “I’m sorr… Oh.”

Mammon was curled into a ball and snoring on the floor, fast asleep.

Damn, maybe two bong hits was too much for a baby like Mammon.

“So, does this mean that you’re okay with me consuming weed,” I asked.

“Yes,” Lucifer said with a nod, “But… keep it private. I cannot imagine what Lord D…”

“Hey guys! I’m back” said Diavolo, shutting the door. He was holding a lot of snacks in his arms and in his pockets.

“L…Lord Diavolo,” stammered Lucifer, “I can explain.”

“Oh, relax, Luci,” Thirteen said, picking up her joint from the ashtray and lighting it, “He’s with us.”

Lucifer gawked at Diavolo. “What?!” he sputtered.

Diavolo grinned as he walked over to the coffee table and dumped all the snacks on it.

Lucifer sighed with relief.

“Take a seat, Lucifer,” said Diavolo cheerfully. There was a commanding tone to his request.

“Fine,” Lucifer said, stepping over Mammon and taking his former seat.

Thirteen passed the J to me as she exhaled a puff of smoke.

“What now?” she asked.

I took a hit of the joint.

“Well,” I said as I exhaled smoke and held out the joint to Lucifer, “You wanna smoke?”

Lucifer furrowed his brows as he looked at me and then at the joint. He ran his hand through his hair and exhaled a breath with a hiss.

“Fuck it,” he said, shrugging as he took the joint to his lips.

[the-blind-geisha]

you're so right with that pandemic thing. i swear i had my moments when i thought it was 2023 and not 2022 lel.

living in demiurge tag sounds amazing, ngl. and, honestly, im not surprised you're trying to put his character into your original work. man, this gives me some very good memories, haha. good luck with that! i mean, based on what you were doing with your oc in ac era, im sure you gonna do amazing in here too! <3

glad to hear that. not about that anemia part, that can go and suck something. but yeah, thanks a lot, dear. ngl i feel guilty about this (or more like cringing) so, really, thanks a lot. it means a lot too! <3

Yuri Alpha has so little time to develop too, just like Albedo and Demiurge </3 but i know what you're feeling. my fav one is Sebas (funny how he and Demiurge aren't on friendly terms) and yeah. i mean, he had some time but it doesn't feel enough for me. or maybe, i just wanna see Tuare again. I absolutely love her too. I watched a few episodes of the new season and it's amazing! like you said, they really raised the quality (flashbacks from these sheep? from previous season). and yeah, the movie! man, i think it's time to reread the light novels.

that's really so sweet, I mean, oh my goooooooood. so, so, sweet! i need to confess tho, i was never really interested in final fantasy nor i can imagine myself getting and being active in overlord fandom. to be honest, i'm here just for you. our contact was cut but i've been thinking about you, how you've been and all that stuff. after all it was thanks to you that i started writing too and met people i still talk to. it sounds so silly, but i own you a lot. that's why i want to check in on you, from time to time <3

i was honestly surprised you got back on the blog that had ac content. but hey, no matter where you are and which blog you're using, you're still the same wonderful creator from these years ago <3. and i gotta check (reread!) the fall series cuz the dilf addiction is stronger in me than ever. also, damn, those names of your stories bring back memories too. but dunno why, i find myself missing the one about jacob wooing the reader? anyway, i just want to say: take your time. if you decide to post your fanfics again, that's great. if you decide to never post your fanfics again, that's great too! don't feel pressured, alright? no matter what. yes, im sure a lot of people would love to reread these fanfics again, but they have no right to pressure you to post them. those are your fanfics and it's completely your choice if you want to release them to the world again or to let them rot on your hard drive. (send them to a happy farm kekekek)

oh my! that's wonderful! i mean, he's your character, after all. so, i'd be nice to bring him back. loving the idea of werewolf au (it kind of reminds me of his ability to turn into a horse) but still, no pressure, alright?

omg that's honestly so nice! but also, hm. alright then, since im that person, then, hiya Oreana, thank you for all the fanfics, love letters, rp responds you have blessed us with. it was truly such a pleasant journey. but i should also say: thanks for writing that one love letter. i actually requested it during a school's party, my mood was absolutely low but your letter lifted it. <3

don't worry about the folks (me) not finding you! we (me) have our methods ("hackerman" methods)

it's always great to hear from you too, Oreana! <3 - P

(i need to say that cuz yeah. ehem... HOLY EFF look how long the asks can be now! that's so effing cool! i remember how limited you were when i firstly got on tumblr, so that's so effing awesome. so effing awesome for someone who loves to talk a lot. like me yaay!)

Mawwr, thank you, hon! That means a lot!

Haha, don't worry about the anemia part. XD I have taken iron pills on and off to where I'm becoming a functioning person again. And, seriously. Don't worry about anything negative between us that may have happened in the past. ♥♥

LOL I love the whole dynamic between Sebas and Demiurge. I'll admit I was so confused during the scene where Demiurge was fighting to get Tuare on his farm having not read the LNs or Manga and forced to go right into the show. X”D I thought maybe Demiurge randomly cared about her out of nowhere and the two were silently fighting over what she should do for Nazarick. Then I realized he just wanted to torture the poor girl...and that the sheep were actually humans. My whole world turned upside down, I tell you! X”D Out of context Overlord scenes are awesome... lmao.

Ooh, you started writing? That's awesome! I am so happy I could inspire that! ;^; One of my main reasons for writing is to try and inspire/encourage others. So that makes me insanely happy. ;~; Of course, hon. You can always check in on me whenever you like! Heck, I feel during this time I get nervous about all the people I'm close to or even the readers I miss. I just hope they're all doing well.

It was more to feel safe, and also, people kept following me here. X3 So I just decided to return to it. ♥

You're so dang, sweet. T^T Aww, thank you?? That's so kind of you to say!

Jacob wooing the reader? You mean the one that spawned a mini-story after I did the first love letter of its kind for a late V-Day drabble? An old friend of mine created a whole aesthetic for it...I think I have it still. I do! ♥

I know he took the reader out on a date and all that and it caused some Romeo and Juliet drama, as she was a Blighter, I believe.

♥♥♥ Thank you for that. I can't tell you how guilty I felt deleting the stories. I never do go delete happy, but oof. I was just beyond repair. The only positive out of that craziness was I grew a stronger backbone, but I don't know at what cost. X3; Still, thanks!

My word...the fact you remember even that—Emmett being able to turn into a horse because his mom was Oreana in another AU of mine—is amazing. O_O; I actually almost forgot it! That is...beyond flattering?? Thank you so dang much! T~T

Thank you, hon. Just...Thank you... I'm like, almost a sobbing mess of happiness right now. I can't tell you how lovely this message is to receive. ♥♥♥ I am so happy that love letter you received has brought you joy and it came during a good time for you. It is wonderful to know my writings came during the perfect time for some folks.

(Yeah you can practically send novels. XDD Works for whenever someone wants to send a RP post, I guess!)