#i've had a drink and i'm not rereading i'm sorry :

[ereborne]

Song of the Day: April 18

"Ghosts" by Ladytron

[dizzyjelly]

Kryptonite(18+)

Word Count: 4.2k

Summary: ellie hated everyone, except you. You go out to the bar one night and some guy bothers you, she punched his ass ofc. You get into a small fight but then you guys go back to her place and things get freaky;)

Cw: fighting, drinking, smut, strap-on sucking, strap-on sex, scissoring, rough sex, degrading, praising, spanking, the tiniest bit of overstimulation

A/n: ooh this is seriously dirtyyy! 😭 sorry if I missed any content warnings but I really think that's all. Also, I've been going back to my previous fics and rereading and I just now realize I misspell so much and like forget words, so I'm sorry for all my grammar fuck ups lmao

Ellie Williams was many things, but nice was not one of them. People usually tried to steer clear of her, knowing her mood was negative more often than not. But of course, there was the occasional time when somebody made the mistake of trying to be friendly with her. It typically ended with Ellie cursing them out, or insulting them somehow. And then you'd come around, always calming her down and putting a smile on her face.

Everybody found it odd, from the minute you'd been welcomed to Jackson, Ellie was always so sweet to you. It honestly had jaw dropping, everyone was shocked to say the least. On top of that, it made no sense. I mean, some random girl comes into town and she just happened to be Ellie Williams kryptonite? Absolutely zero sense.

Nobody dared to question it though, and anytime they did Ellie had a lot to say. The main point she'd give was that it was simply 'none of their fucking business', among other things. You, yourself, found it a bit odd. You'd heard stories about Ellie from various people around town, and it was hard to believe she could be so harsh and mean. Was she really as cruel as they'd said? You'd never know, because she was nothing but kind to you.

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After deciding to get ballsy on patrol, Ellie was sentenced to the unbearable punishment of laundry duty for a week. The only good part of it being that she got to see you, you had been a clothing designer before all this apocalypse shit happened so you knew a lot about clothing. This being the reason for your permanent work assignment staying laundry duty, you'd requested that it be permanent. Maria had no issue doing thst for you, and you were beyond thankful. You and no interest in getting yourself into any kind of danger, doing patrol or something else.

Currently, Ellie was trying to figure out what the hell she was supposed to do with the laundry detergent. She looked at the various bottles, grabbing then to read the instructions on the back. After a minute of trying to comprehend what she was meant to do, she let out a frustrated sigh before slamming the yellow bottle back in its place on the shelf.

"I could help you out, you know?" A brunette boy suggested with a sweet smile, he was younger and very clearly meant no harm.

"Fuck off" She scoffed harshly, "I don't need your help." Her tone was aggressive as she walked back over to the baskets of clothing.

She decided to sort them by color instead, that was something she was capable of. Five minutes or so passed and you came in, late. Very unusual for you, you were one of those people who was either early or on time. But late, you were never late. Ellie's face immediately lit up when she saw you, she smiled from ear to ear as she ran over to pull you in for a hug.

"Oh, hi" You laughed, wrapping your own arms around the girl, "somebody missed me." You joked.

"Shut up" She smirked at you, rolling her eyes, "why are you late? You're never late." She asked, a hint of worry in her tone.

"Um, I was just talking to Gavin, guess I got caught up." Your cheeks flushed red, Gavin was the guy you had a crush on for weeks now.

Ellie couldn't wrap her head around why, he was such a dick. Not that you'd be able to figure that out by the way he acted. He pretended to be a nice, caring guy. But he wasn't either of those things. And since he had you in a chokehold, for some unknown reason, you'd have to find that out the hard way. Ellie tried to tell you, relaying stories she'd heard from friends who'd been with him. But you were just lovesick.

"Oh, k." Her smile dropped now, and she spoke monotonly as she had no interest in why you were so busy talking with Gavin.

You furrowed your brows slightly at her sudden change in demeanor, but ultimately you ignored it. Smiling, you walked over to greet Samuel, the brunette boy who'd usually help you out with laundry.

"Good afternoon, Samuel! How are you today?" You asked, but he seemed kinda down.

He hadn't given you an answer, just shrugged, so you walked over to him and asked what was up. He motioned for you to lean in, so that he could whisper in your ear. Samuel told you about how Ellie had told him to 'fuck off.' And you let out a dramatic gasp.

"Ellie Williams! Did you tell my sweet bo Samuel to fuck off?" You asked sternly, hands on you hips as you made your way over to the girl.

She bit her lip, her cheeks flushed red as she knew she'd been caught.

"Maybe... I'm sorry!" She apologized with a frown, looking at you with pleading eyes.

"Do not talk to my sweet little helper that way, he's my friend." You scolded her just a bit more, and she nodded in understanding.

"Oh, hey could you help me with the detergent? I'm not really sure what to use." She asked you, pointing her thumb in the direction of the shelf filled with various laundry detergents.

"Yes, if you promise to be nicer to my dear friend Samuel." You raised your brows.

"Promise..." She smiled with a playful eye roll.

You proceeded to help her with the detergent, making sure she'd remember for next time. Ellie would continue her work duties, bored out of her mind as she prayed to be let back onto patrol early for good behavior. At a certain point in the day, she'd just be eyeing the clock, counting down the hours until she could finally be free from this torture. You, however, didn't mind the job one bit. It actually brought you joy, helped you to relax even. It reminded you of the days before.. everything.

Once it did fall time to clock out, Ellie was quick to rush out of the laundry area, waiting for you outside. You'd chuckle to yourself and shake your head, she was so dramatic. On your way out, you waved a goodbye to Samuel then smiled as you found Ellie leaning against the wall with her arms crossed.

"Hey, wanna go to the bar?" She asked with a cheeky smile.

You sighed through your nose, hesitant as Ellie was a terrible drunk.

"Fine. But Ellie, please don't get too drunk." You asked, taking her hands in your own.

"Ok... come on." She smiled as she held your hand and walked the two of you to the bar.

Once you got there, you took seats at the bar and Ellie ordered for the both of you. Alcohol wasn't really your thing, but she seemed to know her way around it pretty well. And you trusted her, which was a good choice because when you took a sip of your drink it was absolutely delicious. After another drink and the passing of some time, Gavin had made an appearance.

You saw him and a smile spread across your face, your eyes lit up and your knees felt weak. Ellie took notice to your mood change, following your eyes to see the man himself. She rolled her eyes and let out a small groan as she rested her head in her hand. You turned back around, sipping from your drink and trying to act cool. Then, Gavin had come to sit beside you.

"Hey Y/n, how you doing?" He greeted, the sound of his voice had you giggling.

"Hi, I'm good. How are you?" You asked in return, playing with your hair a bit.

"Oh I'm doing just great. Who's your friend?" He asked, gesturing to Ellie who was now on her third drink.

You sucked in a breath through clenched teeth.

"Oh, this is-" Ellie had cut you off.

"I'm Ellie." She answered him with a harsh tone.

"Well, nice to meet ya Ellie" Gavins voice trailed off as he looked at the door, "I've gotta go." He sent a little wave your way.

You waved back with furrowed brows, then frowned as he was meeting a girl who just walked in. She was pretty, long blonde hair and a striking figure. You sighed, dropping your head down on the bar with a groan. Ellie sighed.

"What's wrong?" She asked in a soft tone, bringing a hand to rub up and down your back soothingly.

"I'm a fucking idiot." Was all you muttered, not picking your head up until a minute later.

You turned around and honestly felt like you could cry when you saw the two of then dancing together, he had his hands on her waist and pulled her unbelievably closer. She laughed as her hands wrapped around the back of his neck. You turned back to look at Ellie, the pout on your face more evident than anything.

"Oh, come on, he's an asshole anyways" Ellie rolled her eyes, glancing over at the dancing pair, then she stood and reached out a hand, "come on baby, dance with me."

You smiled, placing your hand in hers and letting out a small laugh as she pulled you to stand with her. At first, you just held hands and bounced around to some faster songs. But then about two songs later, a slower song came on. Your cheeks flushed red and you took a step back, only for Ellie to snake a hand around your waist and pull you closer.

"Ellie.. what are you doing?" You whispered as she held your waist and pulled you in tight, so that you were practically hugging.

"Dancing." She whispered in return.

You giggled and brought your arms around her shoulders, leaning in so your head rested on one of them. Ellie smiled as her eyes fell shut, your perfume greeting her kindly. You sighed as you relaxed under her touch, nobody could make you feel the way she did. Her hands found their way to your lower back, rubbing small circles onto it. You'd nuzzle your face in her neck, smiling as you brought your hands to play with her hair.

"Fuck Y/n.." Ellie groaned under her breath.

You giggled, lifting your head to meet her eyes. She looked at you like you were the only girl in the world. You looked down at your feet, then back at her. Your breath hitched as your eyes couldn't seem to focus on hers anymore, but rather on her slightly chapped lips. She had to have noticed because a smirk slowly formed on her face. Before you'd do anything you would regret, you stepped back from her. The loss of her touch left you feeling empty, but you would ignore it and just smile as you excused yourself.

"I have to use the bathroom." You simply said, and she took a seat at the bar once again as you made your way to the restroom.

You didn't actually have to go, so instead you washed your hands underneath cold water. And you splashed some on your face for good measure, you'd been getting unbelievably hot during your dance with Ellie. Once you could no longer feel your heart beating in your ears, you left the bathroom to return to Ellie. Unfortunately, there had been someone waiting for you outside.

"Hey, you know you look really good tonight." Gavin spoke smugly as he leaned against the wall.

"Yeah? Thanks." You scoffed, "shouldn't you be getting back to your date?" You spoke matter of factly, trying to push past him.

Your efforts didn't get you much of anywhere, his hand now finding a tight grip on your forearm while the other went to hold your face. You rolled your eyes with a frustrated sigh.

"Ok, come on Gavin I'm really not in the mood." You spoke coldly, willing him to just take the hint and leave you alone.

He tsked, leaning down to whisper in your ear,

"Come on angel, just let me show you a good time." You shuddered at his words, disgusted.

That was your last straw and you found the energy to shove him off of you and into the wall with a hard thud. Then, you saw Ellie turning the corner, her fists balled at her sides as her brows knitted together with anger.

"The fucks going on here?" She asked gruffly.

"Ellie, it's nothing. I'm fine." You placed a hand on her chest, trying to convince her.

Of course it didn't work because the next thing you knew you were watching as she punched Gavin so hard he'd fallen over. Her knuckles were red, and his face began to bruise.

"Ellie!" You screamed as your hands went over your mouth in shock.

Before she could get any other hits in, you'd held her by her shoulders as you dragged her outside. She yelled at the poor guy the entire time. Sending a good amount of threats his way.

"What is wrong with you!" You shouted at the girl as the two of you now stood outside in the chilly night.

"Me? He deserved it and you know it!" She'd shouted back, gesturing with her hands, something she did often when she was angry.

"Yeah maybe, but still! You can't just go around punching every guy that bothers me, I can take care of myself you know?" Your hands were on your hips.

"Oh god, this again? I can't keep having this fucking conversation with you, Y/n!" She gritted her teeth.

"What conversation? The one where I have to constantly remind you that I'm a full grown adult, and I am entirely capable of taking care of and defening myself? I mean seriously Ellie, what's the problem? Do you think that I can't take care of myself?" You asked with a frustrated sigh.

"What, no! Of course I know you can, but I just- I care about you a lot and you shouldn't have to take care of yourself. It makes me feel good to defend you, I don't know why it just does. And I'm... sorry." Sge struggled to get the apology out.

"It's ok. Let's just go home, sleep it off." Your suggestion sounded good, but Ellie stopped you with a hand on your wrist.

"Wait." You looked at her with questioning eyes, wondering what else she had to say.

Turns out, she didn't have anything to say. Instead, she had brought one hand to your waist and the other to the back of your neck. She bit her lip, her eyes flickering between your own and your lips. After a minute or so had passed, she just couldn't resist. She pulled you in and connected her lips with yours, kissing you like it was the end of the world.

"Ellie~" You whined as you parted from the kiss for a moment, immediately diving back in.

This time, you pressed your tongue to her bottom lip. And she gladly let you in, opening her mouth wide so she could taste your tongue on hers. It was something from another world, you'd felt dizzy and giddy, and there was something else too. There was this heat between your legs, it almost hurt. You whimpered into her mouth at the unfamiliar feeling.

"What's wrong baby?" She asked, her forehead resting against yours.

"I don't know, 's all achy down there." You admitted, embarrassed as you'd only dare to stare down at her shoes.

Ellie let out a sinful chuckle,

"Well, I think I could help with that." She gave you one last kiss before taking you to her house.

You stood in her living room, your hand coming to scratch the back of your neck awkwardly as she rushed upstairs to grab 'a little something special' from her room. You'd wondered what she could be grabbing, but not for long as she returned swiftly without her bottoms now and a large black strap tightened around her hips. Your eyes widened at the sight of it, and you knew you wanted it inside of you. Your mouth watered at just the thought of her fucking your brains out.

She walked over to you with a smirk, pulling you in for yet another kiss. You smiled into it, letting out small moans here and there as the taste of her tongue felt so good against your own. You'd sighed as she pulled your top off, now placing kisses along your jaw and neck. It wasn't long before she was placing feather light kisses to the top of your boobs, then palming them roughly as she watched your face contort with pleasure.

"Get on your knees." She ordered after a minute, and you were quick to oblige.

Getting down on the floor, you looked up at Ellie with lustful eyes. She grabbed a fistful of your hair, taking a step closer to you as she held her strap in the other hand. You licked your lips before chewing slightly at your bottom one.

"Open that pretty little mouth of yours for me baby." She cooed, her hand tightening in your hair as you'd opened wide.

She chuckled as she pushed her cock into your mouth, watching with nothing but joy as she shoved it as far as it could go. You'd gagged, unable to help it, then you let out a small whimper which was muffled by her large cock. She groaned at this, tugging your hair a bit, which brought a lengthy moan from your lips.

"Fuck baby, look at you being a good little slut. Taking my cock down your throat so well. Good girl." The praise she'd given you had gotten you even wetter, if that was even possible.

Ellie would continue to move your head up and down for a bit longer until she was satisfied, carefully she removed her hand from your hair and let you pull back. Your lips left her cock with a satisfying pop sound and she smiled sinfully as she pulled you to stand. She brought a hand to your chin, wiping your saliva that had dripped down your chin while you were kept busy deep-throating her.

She'd snaked her hands around you now, gripping at your ass before giving it a harsh smack that made your body jolt with pleasure and excitement. Another kiss was brought to your lips by her, but not for long as you'd pulled away quickly.

"Ellie, please." You whimpered, she only let out a small chuckle.

"Please what? Use your words baby." She kept a finger under your chin.

"Please," another moan, "fuck me. Fuck me good and hard, please I need you." You were begging shamelessly now, and she loved it.

"Well, aren't you cute. Your wish is my command, princess." She smiled as she backed you up to the couch, lying down before pulling you on top of her.

You sat straddling her for a minute, she rubbed your thighs with her hands soothingly before ridding you of both your jeans and panties in just one motion. You bit your lip as she held your hips, lifting you so the head of her strap just grazed your dripping hole. She'd continue to tease you for what felt like ages, before you just couldn't take it anymore so you'd taken it upon yourself to lower down onto her cock. You threw your head back with a loud, pornagraphic moan as you felt the burning stretch inside of you.

Ellie scoffed,

"Did I say you could do that? Eager little slut, you're gonna regret that." She groaned as you continued making the sweetest sounds as she gripped your hips harder.

She'd waste no time, immediately thrusting into you roughly and at a fast pace that had your head spinning. Occasionally, she'd bring a hand up from your hip to place a firm smack against your ass, in the same spot every time. You were sure there'd be a mark, but you didn't care because it felt so fucking good. Then, she'd angled herself just ever so slightly differently and began to hit a spot that you didn't even know existed.

"Oh, oh god! Fuck yes, right there Ellie. Fuckk." You moaned as you called out her name, your hands finding their way to her chest as you began to grind your hips down against her.

"Oh yeah, you like that slut?" She asked, using the rather vulgar name that only got you hotter.

You nodded, feeling as if your vision went hot white at the pleasure you were feeling. It was so phenomenal, you almost thought you mightve been dreaming. But then, she stopped and held your hips tightly so you couldn't move an inch.

"Fucking answer me." She commanded.

"Yes yes. Yes I love it. Please keep going. Please." You whimpered, tears welling in your eyes.

"That's my girl." She smiled as she resumed her rough thrusts, loosening her grip on your hips so you could rut against her as well.

She bit back a moan as the strap had been hitting against her clit just right, that and the sight of you was more than enough to make her cum. The way your tits bounced underneath your scarlet red lace bra, and how beautiful your face looked as you moaned loudly. And oh the way you said her name was just so fucking sexy.

"Ellie- I'm gonna" your breath hitched with a gasp, "fuck 'm gonna cum." your moans got even louder somehow.

"Me too baby, come on cum with me. Come on baby." She'd finally let out a small moan and that sent you over the edge.

However you didn't just cum, you were gushing all over her beautifully long strap as well as her thighs. Ellie moaned louder at the sight of you squirting all over her cock, and then got her own release. She didn't stop pounding into you as she rode out her own high, and it didn't take long before you were feeling overstimulated. But you'd do anything to watch as her eyes squeezed shut with the pleasure of her orgasm.

"Mmn- fuck." She let out a small groan as she removed her cock from your hole, a small string of your slick connecting it still.

You let out a small sigh of exhaustion as you layed against her chest, smiling as her hands came to rub up and down your back. You lied there together for a minute or so before she finally spoke.

"Let's go to my room." She whispered, and you didn't say anything in return.

You'd just followed her upstairs and watched as she removed her strap, sitting on the bed and patting the spot next to her. You joined her and sat with your back against the headboard, leaning forward as she came to kiss you. You'd pulled at her shirt and giggled a bit as she ripped it off, revealing her black sports bra. Then, she'd used one hand to spread your legs before getting into position.

One of her legs straddled your hip, a hand on your shoulder and the other on your waist. Her eyes fell shut as she let out an airy moan when she'd ground her throbbing clit against your own, and you'd let out a similar sound.

"Fuck, baby. Your pussy feels so good against mine." She bit her lip, letting out more moans as she thrusted against you.

Sure, the way Ellie had pounded into you earlier was amazing and beyond pleasurable. But there was just something so euphoric about her sopping wet pussy gliding against your own. The feeling of your slicks mixing together just drove you insane. Apparently it had the same effect on Ellie because she was louder than ever, moaning and whimpering with great pleasure.

Your breath quickened as you felt yourself getting close again, and began to move your own hips against her as well. This made Ellie let out a guttural groan.

"Oh yeah, just like that baby." She said in an almost whisper, her eyes falling shut with pleasure.

And with a few more thrusts, the both of you reached yet another release. Now you weren't the only one making noise, Ellie was moaning while also letting out "thank you's and 'fuck's. After fully riding out your highs, Ellie lied down next to you. She brought a hand to wipe her forehead, it dribbled with sweat and her hair stuck to it a bit.

You felt your eyes vetting heavy, snuggling against Ellies side as you let them fall shut. She'd hold you for a minute before standing up.

"Don't fall asleep yet, baby. I wanna get you cleaned up first." She placed a kiss to your forehead, going to the bathroom then returning with a wet rag.

She wiped you down gently, placing soft kisses along your body on the way. Once she finished that, she'd given you a t-shirt of hers to wear to sleep. She climbed back into bed, pulling you to lay on her chest. You snuggled your head into the crook of her neck, bringing your hands to wrap around her shoulders.

"Goodnight Els." You said sleepily.

"Goodnight baby." She responded with a kiss on top of your head.

[lowkeyremi]

Haikyuu men as fathers :D

Part 2, Part 3, and Part 4

FT. Hinata, Bokuto, Suna, and Kenma. (If you guys want other characters lmk, i'm just not in the mood to do a bunch rn)

SO I JUST READ LIKE THE CUTEST HAIKYUU FATHERHOOD ONE SHOT AND NOW I WANNA DO HAIKYUU CHARACTERS AS DADS, HEAD CANONS (More of the earlier stages of fatherhood, when they first experience it)

This is the first thing I've written on tumblr pls spare me...

Warnings: Indication of relationships and marriage and some angst (mentions of abortion) for a few characters (just put that there just in case) Enjoy lovelies <33

Also sorry for any typos or grammar errors. I'm too lazy to reread through it and check lol.

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Hinata Shoyo:

He was quite surprised at the announcement of your pregnancy that he passed out

He was soooo excited none the less, being a father sounded pretty fun

He definitely started reading books to try to help him figure things out

He was a terrible diaper changer (like no fucking joke, I think he'd be scared to change another one), he'd seen you do it so many times but for some reason he could never avoid getting peed on

Would brag to everyone about how cute his little baby is, "My baby just got their first tooth, and they're learning how to crawl! They've also got the cutest little chubby cheeks."

If the baby looks like you he would literally talk about it all the time. "Beautiful, just like your mama."

He's had experience with babies because well... Natsu <3

He got the baby a matching jersey so you two could watch his games :)

Bokuto Kotaro:

After finding out you were pregnant he would tell EVERYBODY The two of you were walking together to get ramen and you guys walked into the restaurant and got seats. The waiter came to you two and asked what'd you like to drink. "Hey, guess what? My wife is pregnant! Isn't that amazing?! We're gonna have a baby!" You had to hide your face from embarrassment but the waiter just giggled, Bokuto is def a himbo, your himbo.

He enjoyed decorating the room for your baby

He would dead ass miss practice to go to your appointments for the baby

The first time he held your little bundle of joy he cried like a damn baby, he couldn't help it. It made him so happy that the two of you brought a life into the world.

He didn't let Kenma hold your child for awhile because he was scared he'd drop the baby :')

Very protective of your little one

He wanted the baby's first word to be "Volleyball" but it was "da da" which still made him very happy

Bo is very proud of the baby you two have created so I'm 100% sure he takes a bunch of himself with the baby to post on his social media

He was scared to change diapers but he soon got the hang of it

100% would get up in the middle of the night when the baby is crying, just to let you sleep. "The baby." You sigh loudly as you hear your little one cry over the baby monitor. "I'll go check on them. You get some rest." You turn your head to face him, "You sure?" He just smiled at you and kissed your temple. "100%"

Suna Rintaro: (ofwhuowghwoqrwq do i need to say anything else?)

He thought you were joking when you said you were pregnant (oops) "That's a good one." He turned his attention back to his phone. "Rin... I'm serious. Do you wanna see the ultrasound?"

A little more on the hesitant side. He didn't want to believe it, but you had the proof so like...

He was low key scared to fuck up, his father was not a very good father so he was scared to be the same way his father was.

He didn't even hold the baby for the first few months. "Rin, come on. You aren't your father. You have me to guide you through the process. Come hold our little one." He stalked up the stairs, "no."

After awhile you finally convinced him to have physical contact with the baby "The baby.. i-is smiling at me?" You giggle at him, "of course they're smiling at you. They love their daddy of course."

After he finally started being around the baby, you literally could not tear him away from that child.

Some days he'd take the baby to practice, to the grocery store, everywhere.

You had to pry the child from his arms most days. "Rin, give the baby here.." He looked at you like you just told him to give away his prized possession. "Hell no." You sighed. "Rin you have to go to work!" He shrugged his shoulders, "the baby can come with me, Komori enjoys taking pics of them during practice." Jeez.. this man truly is something.

Overall he was scared for nothing. He was a great father ;)

Somehow he convinced you to have another one... (weren't you the same one who didn't hold your baby for months?) he wanted to make up for the few firsts that he missed

Kozume Kenma: (oh Lord)

He asked "Are you sure it's mine?" (yeah... virtual slap rn)

He told you he wasn't ready and asked if you'd consider an abortion or adoption, it made you really sad but you realized Kenma wasn't ready

It really hurt him to hear you cry about giving up your child which made him wanna try for you

Did not know how to hold the baby for the life of him "Umm.. am I like- holding it right..?" You burst into laughter at the sight. "Ken, you gotta support their head." He looked down at his baby. "Oh..."

He decided that he needed to do research before he ventured further down the path of fatherhood.

Kenma was confused with diapers. "You... you want me to change its diaper?" You scoffed at him handing him a fresh diaper. "Our baby is not an 'it' Kenma!" He groaned as he took the diaper from you. "Why can't you change it?" You rolled your eyes as if it was obvious. "Because I won't always be there to do it myself, duh."

You were out with a friend one day which meant Kenma was on babysitting duty, he was tempted to call Kuro to come watch his child but he'd say something like, "Kenma, it's your responsibility as a father, blah blah blah.." So he and the baby just kind of sat there staring at each other. "What do you wanna do?" He asked the baby, knowing they can't talk. The baby proceeded to poke Kenma's cheek and yell out, "DA DA DA DA." Kenma thought it was cute and laughed softly. "Yep, that's me." The baby repeated saying 'da' for awhile until they tired themselves out. "You're a lot like me." That day it clicked, he finally understood what it was to be a father

He wasn't very affectionate but he tried to show his baby that he cared the best way he knew how

You saw the changes and it made you happy

You caught him cuddling the baby once, when you accused him of being affectionate he rolled his eyes half awake and said, "M'not being affectionate! Go awayyyy."

Doesn't want to admit to being soft for his baby :)

That's a wrap! If you want more characters lmk! I'd be happy to do a part two, this was fun for me :)

[tmntxthings]

I've been rereading the love potion series and it got me wondering, how would the other turtles (since you did Mikey's reaction already) would be to a y/n under the potion's spell?

Would y/n be clingy and lovey-dovey? Or flirty and just a big tease? Or maybe even shy and just wants cuddles/physical affection?

I'm really curious ^^' sorry for the ramble

Love Potion: Roles Reversed

author’s note: it’s finally happening :D, I’ve gotten so many requests for y/n’s time to shine under love potion with dee, lee, & raph so here we go, I hope you all enjoy

warnings: cursing, established relationships, kissing, fluff, unedited

> mikey’s y/n under love potion influence <

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Raphael

So clearly, he had left the glass on the counter unattended because he was whisked away by his brothers getting into a spat, BUT in his defense he clearly labeled the drink as his and for no one to touch, much less drink.

Yet when Raph came back into the kitchen the drink aka love potion was empty. Now why was he in possession of such a thing? Weird shit happens! And even weirder shit has so let’s leave it at that! It totally wasn’t because he was supposed to be the responsible turtle and Señor Huseo asked him to keep it safe for a day.

Raph looked into the empty glass with a shrinking stomach. He had one job! Leo would say his ‘chasm’ was getting bigger. “Shit!” He groaned, who could have possibly— the first suspect was obviously LEO! But he had just been with him, breaking up a stupid argument with Donnie… so was it Mikey??

Raph would’ve exited the kitchen in search for the youngest turtle if he hadn’t heard a hiccuped giggle. His brow bones came together in confusion as he rounded the island counter and crossed his arms at the sight of you, slouched on the ground, a giggling mess, “Y/n!!” He exasperated and watched as you lulled your head to the sound of his voice

Your eyes crinkled at the sight, “Raphieeeeee” you squealed, making grabby hands at your boyfriend. “I don’t even have to ask, but just to be certain, did you drink from the glass that was clearly labeled to ‘not’ drink?” You nodded quickly, still smiling up at him as he sighed. “Wanna tell me why???” he asked. You weren’t a rule breaker!

“The label was on the back of the glass! I didn’t see before it was too late,” you pouted. Your hands falling to your sides as you realized he wasn’t picking you up. The excuse sounded plausible, but Raph had been pretty darn sure he had the glass facing the right way. Another sigh left his lips.

“What am I gonna do with you?” His smiled despite himself, placing a hand atop your head and ruffling your hair. “Raphhhhh!” You whined, not wanting him to mess up your hair even though you liked his touch. Like really really liked his touch. More so than usually and your hands grabbed onto his wrist tugging down his hand for you to nuzzle your cheek into his open palm.

He coughed, his other hand covering his mouth as he blushed furiously, watching you nuzzle cutely into his hand. “Y/n! Stop that, you’re under a love potion, that wasn’t just some cool looking soda,” Raph explained. You wanted to be surprised but it made sense, and if the world was crazy enough to have yokai and mutants, love potions weren’t that wild.

“C’mere, let’s get you off the ground and home, I’m sure it’ll wear off in a bit.” Raph was hopeful that it would…

“No!! I’m not going anywhere. Especially not home!” You said, holding onto his hand even tighter and giving him big sad eyes that rivaled Mikey’s puppy dog ones. “Okay okay, but you ain’t staying on the floor!” He appeased you, then promptly picked you up like you were nothing but a leaf.

He carried you with care of course, Raph was a gentle-turtle. Now you were just snuggling into his plastron and he had to hold in satisfied churrs. “Raphie-pie, can I just stay in your arms forever?” He shook his head, that was the first time he’d ever heard such a nickname! “I doubt I’m that comfortable,” he joked and you went on to say his arms were the comfiest place ever!

Raph was in for a week of snuggles, cuddles, and embarrassing nicknames!

Leonardo

“What’s that?” You asked as you watched Leo pour a pink fizzy liquid into your designated cup. He jumped at the sound of your voice almost spilling the drink. “ACK! Y/n! Give a turtle a warning huh?!” You smirked at his dramatics, “Thought you were a ninja?” You teased and he fell for it. Hook, line, and sinker.

“The best ninja, actually, and I was concentrating!” He clarified. Then presented you the drink. “This my dear Y/n, is a love potion. And before you say ‘LeO tHaT isN’t rEaL’ it was brewed, before my eyes, by a witch!” You eyed the drink carefully, not taking it from him. “Ohoho! So you believe me!!?” Leo’s smirk grew bigger.

“Well.. I know New York is full of crazy, but it does sound like bullshit. Something out of a movie..” you took the cup. Giving it a closer analysis and even going as far to sniff, trying to see if it was just strawberry fanta. “Today, we make history! Y/n finally believes whatever I say ahahahaha!” Leo joked, bumping into your shoulder with his and making the drink slosh around.

“So.. you gonna drink it??” He said, giving you eyes that said ‘if you don’t I’ll make fun of you forever.’ You narrowed your eyes, “this isn’t really a love potion is it?” You wanted confirmation but Leo shrugged, watching you carefully with a crafty smirk. You scowled and went to put the cup on the counter, you weren’t stupid and whatever was in the drink was something that would entertain the hell out of your boyfriend.

“Chicken!” He squawked immediately and you whipped your head around glaring at him. “You spit in this?” His mouth dropped, “What?! No that’s gross!” He said defensively. “Is a bug in here?? Or some other embarrassing thing?” You gave him a pointed look and his sighed loudly.

“I’d never do that to you. To my brothers, yes. But to you? Ne-ver! Pinky swear~” he held out his third finger. “So you want me to drink a love potion?” You said as you rolled your eyes and hooked your pinky around his green appendage. “Yes! C’mon it’ll be fun!! Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, d—“

“OKAY!” You yelled, effectively shutting him up and he bounced up and down excitedly, letting go of your pinky. You gave the drink another wary glance and decided it was most likely not real… and drank a sip. He booed and you groaned as you downed the whole thing in one go. He whooped and cheered happily, giving you a bright smile and leaned in super close.

“How do you feel?” He said making sure to maintain eye contact with you. You smacked your lips at the taste, it wasn’t half bad, and when your eyes snagged onto his it was like time stopped. Leo was your boyfriend, of course you loved him. But this feeling, it was like everything had multiplied by a thousand, no a million! You blinked as a furious blush overtook your face, it was hot! And Leo was so close and all you wanted to do was plant your lips on top of his!

You backed up, staggering and shaky. “I don’t know!” You managed and he followed you, not giving you room. “Did it work??” He said giving you a curious look. “Outta the way!!” Mikey bellowed as he hauled shell into the kitchen, he was hungry and wanted to fix his lair famous pizza. Yes he sometimes made pizza when the pizza funds were running dry! When your eyes left Leo’s to look at Mikey, the blue clad turtle quickly grabbed your face.

“No no no, you gotta look at me!” He declared and stared even harder into your eyes. Mikey paused, giving the two of you a weird glance as he shuffled around the kitchen for pizza supplies. “Uh, what’re you two doing??” He asked but he wasn’t overly curious, his mind was still just on food. “Couple stuff, mind your business! And don’t look Y/n in the eyes!! It’ll ruin all my hard work!” Leo said but made no move to look elsewhere.

“Let go!” You squeaked, your face felt too hot, like you might pass out! You were sure you looked like a tomato but Leo wasn’t the type to give in. “Maybe it just takes awhile..” he guessed, still staring, and his hands were starting to brush your cheeks, he could feel how hot your skin was. Luckily his hands were cool to the touch. “Leo it worked okay let me go!” And that was all he needed to hear, “I knew it!! So you do feel something??? Do you love me ten times more than usual??”

He was grinning like a loon, and tugging you out of the kitchen. This touch was more acceptable and you squeezed his hand, unknowingly nodding your head to all his questions. You couldn’t really focus, all you knew was that his touch felt nice. And you didn’t really want him to let go, at least not from your hand.

Leo was in store for lots of handholding, (which usually you weren’t a touchy person) and you showered him in compliments, very much a words of affirmation type. You didn’t really want to leave his side, but if you did go topside it was because you wanted to see his face light up from a gift you had picked out especially for him.

Donatello

You knew the risks of trying your own love potion. You were a witch after all. But you had expected to be alone and wanted to see if the effects wouldn’t well affect if you didn’t make eye contact for a day!

You had movies in store, a whole day to just veg out! But after a couple of movies, you maybe sort of forgot about the no eye contact when your boyfriend Donatello opened up your window with ease. You usually left it unlocked for him, and he knew that so came and went as he pleased.

“Y/n! You’ll never believe what I just invented, it shall change this humble town- no! The world!!” He cackled like the mad scientist he was. You smiled, happy to see your purple turtle and gave him your full attention. But as soon as you met his excited gaze, your eyes widened with realization as you felt the side effects take place.

“Oh sweet Merlin!” You groaned and after you blinked you were up, moving your limbs, well struggling to move away from Donnie. “What? Where are you going?!” He hollered after you as he followed you throughout your apartment. “Dee, you may want to go,” you said through gritted teeth. You did not want him to go, not at all, and it took you biting down on your tongue for you to not take back your words.

You calculated that only a few hours had gone by since you had drank the potion, and it work so well that it felt like you had only took a sip just a few seconds ago. You wrote that down in your little notebook that had been left on the kitchen counter. Meanwhile Donnie was overthinking. You wanted him to leave? But why? Had he done something? He was looking at you with a dejected expression. Maybe you weren’t interested in his inventions anymore… maybe you weren’t into him anymore.

The look on his face had you breaking. “I’m sorry, really Dee I took a love potion for research reasons and I’m feeling the affects right now, I wanna jump on top of you but I know you won’t like that so I—“ Your explanation had him breathing out in relief.

“Well, I don’t know if I can handle you climbing all over me, but I can hold your hand,” he offered and you were at his side in two seconds flat. Holding his hand and breathing out your own sigh of relief. He pulled you to your couch in the living room, “Now as I was saying!” He cleared his throat on of his robot arms bringing out his invention while another setup a projector.

He had a whole PowerPoint ready, because unlike most others, you wanted to know about his work in depth and he loved being able to go all out to explain! You were all “whoa!” “so cool” “but what about this?” “oooh how about adding this!” Throwing in a few, suggestions about how you could do this or that with your magic.

You weren’t letting go of his hand anytime soon. Donnie was in for a week of more touch than usual, definitely more quality time together, and you wanting to give him all the magical charms you could conjure. “But Donnie, my love, this one is for protection! And this one is for strength, and this one is like a stress reliever,” the list went on and on and usually he could decline such magical offerings but you were quick to tears under the love potion influence so he reluctantly accepted your gifts even if they were magical. Even if he had tech protection that also helped with strength and had other ways that his tech could surely help with relieving stress.

[yesihaveaobsession]

That Boy is a Monster

Human!Alastor x female reader

Summary: After attending a fancy party, one thing leads to another.

WARNINGS❗️❗️: Stabbing, kissing

A/N- sorry if this sucks, I barely reread it because I've been busy :( love all of y'all btw

You had been invited to a fancy party since you're related to rich somebody. You had been sitting at the bar most of the time when you spotted a tall, slender man. You two had accidentally made eye contact, and he made his way over to you to introduce himself “Hello, dear. I'm Alastor, and who might you be?”

"Y/N." You replied, taking in his tall appearance, he took a notice to this, and his smile got bigger. “Hm-mmm, what a wonderful name for a such a beautiful lady.” He complimented. You weren't sure if you were blushing or not. The confidence this man wore had your heart swooning "Thank you."

"So, do you happen to know who is hosting this party?” He had asked politely looking around at everyone who was in suits and dresses.

"Um some guy named Charles." You drawled out, not remembering the last name. Alastor's smile only got bigger as he took you in, your small petite form was no match for his tall slender one. “Oh, Charles Slug worth? I’ve heard he is a rather wealthy man and is somewhat powerful in this town.”

Letting out a hum as you sipped your drink. You can tell he’s charming by the way he talks and holds a conversation. There was a slight look of something more sinister in his eyes, but it seems like he was trying to get to know you. As you continued to take in his appearance you recognized him from somewhere. "Wait I know you."

"Hm?" He tried playing it off. "Aren't you that radio host that everyone talks about?" You asked with a cute head tilt, and he also noticed the wheels turning in your head. In response he nodded a bit, "Yes, yes. That would be me, dear.”

"It's a great show." You smiled back as you leant on the bar. "Thank you." Is what he had said as he smiled widely. "“I try to keep my listeners up to date, and I also try to entertain them with my musical selections.” He sounded proud of what he did for sure. As he should. He the most popular radio- show hosts in all throughout New Orleans.

“You're quite the pretty young lady, if I do say so myself…” Alastor sipped his drink.

"Thank you." Is all you said and all you could say because he kept on showering you with compliments, you smiled at him. Your smile faded when the man had asked you "“So, do you have a man in your life?” He saw your sudden change and how you became somewhat shy. "It's complicated."

He raised an eyebrow intrigued. "Complicated?"

"Yes."

"Care to elaborate, my dear?"

"It's a long story." His brown eyes lit up as you said this, and he smiled showing his white teeth. “I’ve got time, though. Why don’t you come with me outside? And you can tell me a little of that long story, hm?”

You hesitated for a moment but wanting to hear more compliments and get it know him better you agreed. "Okay." He walks over to a small patio, leading you with a hand “Here we are. Go on, tell me your story.”

So that's what you did, you went on about a current situationship and he had no idea what that meant so you had to tell him, this conversation went on for a while. he listened very attentively, smiling as you told the story. You could see his smile slightly widen every now and then, as if he was amused by it. You couldn’t tell by his expression whether or not it was a positive or negative amusement. He seemed to enjoy it though

"And yes, so it's complicated." You said witha sigh. He nodded. "“Hm. You definitely have gone through a lot, haven’t you? Quite the complicated story.”

“You have no idea... You mumble and sips her drink and looks at the stars. "You know… life can be very unfair. It seems like you’ve been on quite the emotional rollercoaster, haven’t you?” He smiled at you again then looking at the stars that was above you two.

"You know… life can be very unfair. It seems like you’ve been on quite the emotional rollercoaster, haven’t you?” You nodded. He sounded like he had experience, no? He also sounded very wise in a way.

“Do you want to know what I think?”

"Sure." You replied. He stepped a little close to you, smiling as usual. "I think that you deserve the world." Your heart did flips for sure. You just looked at him His smile becomes wider, yet a little more sinister as he looked back at you. "Thank you." You said as your eyes searched his. "You’re welcome.” Alastor said and taking a step closer to you. He then tilted his head to side slightly. "May I ask you something?"

"Yes."

His face is just inches from yours. "“Would it be rude of me. if. I stole just one little kiss?” You looked down and saw he was bent down at the waist before returning back to his hooded gaze. "Of course not."

He leans in and plants a very soft kiss on your lips also his large hand holding your face. You obviously kissed back. He deepens the kiss for a few seconds before pulling away. He looked at you with slight lust in his eyes, still with a sinister smile. "You're very handsome." You said out of the ordinary it's almost like he had you under a spell.

“Heh-heh. Why, thank you, my dear… but you… your beauty is absolutely breathtaking…” He leans in and plants another kiss on your lips. You smiled into the kiss. Alastor pulls away again. “How… How is a woman like you still single?”

"Oh stop."

He lets out a little chuckle. “I’m being serious. A woman as pretty as you, surely many men have been after you.” His hand lands on your hip, you pull away.

"I appreciate you, but I should go."

“Aww, why? You and I could spend all night, talking about you, maybe making out a little more.” He knew what he was doing, he knew he was getting to you. But you were still in your little trance that made it hard to actually pull away from this man.

“I find myself quite fond of you.” There he was again leaning in close, so close that you felt his breath on your neck. You eyed him.

"How about we go back to my place then?"

The slender man's face lit up. “Ah, now we’re getting somewhere.”

You two leave the party and go back to your place. He stood behind you with his arms behind his back as he watched you fumble for your keys; he was waiting patiently with a sinner smile as he looked at you. Finally, you opened the door and the two of you walked in. As he walked in after you, he closed the door behind him.

"Here we are." You sigh with a smile. “Do you mind if I borrow your restroom? I need to use it real quick.” he asked, and you smiled. "Down the hall on the right." He gives you a quick nod and then heads down the hall to the restroom. He was in there for some time, so this gave you the chance to take out some whiskey glasses. He eventually walks out of the restroom. Upon looking at you, he smiles widely “Ah, you’d didn’t have to get the drinks ready. I-I would’ve done that.”

"It's okay." You smiled at him and watched as he got closer. "You know, I’m quite a romantic man… But. you… you bring something different out of me.” Alastor smiled and purred. You blushed. "My, you have such a way with words."

Alastor chuckled. "My way with words are much like the radio show. A little bit of information here, a little bit of entertainment there. But it’s you… it’s you that makes me want to write poetry.”

"I must say you are quite charming." You say and he chuckled again. It brough your joy, really. He took you by the hand and leading you into your living room.“Would you mind if I turn on some music? Just to set up the mood, ya know?”

" Go ahead. "he turns on some jazz music, as he leads you to the couch and sits down. He pulls you down to the couch next to him. You looked at him with such lust. Smiling, you noticed that this man smiled a lot, and you were curious as to why. "Am I making you excited?" He whispers and you just stared into his eyes. He had you right where he wanted you. He moved his hand up your arm, and took you chin with his hand. He pulled you closer to him, looking straight into your eyes before leaning in and kissing you. Once again, he deepened the kiss for a few seconds. You then couldn't help putting let out a moan as you kissed back. He held the back of your head, pulling you even closer. He kept the kiss going for few more seconds, before leaning back “May I take toy to the bedroom?" He whispers in your ear.

"Please." You whispered back. Alastor got up from the couch and taking your head and leading you up the stairs. You soon got to your bedroom. He pushed the door closed with his foot. You turned to face him. Alastor smiled as he wrapped his arms around your body and pulled you in closer, kissing your neck. He kept going as he reached behind and slowly pulls the knife he had from his back pocket, but still keeping it behind him for now. You two kept kissing. You couldn't see the knife because he pressed you against the door.

“Are you enjoying yourself, my dear?” He asked as he gripped the knife from behind his back. He whispers in a sinister voice “You seem tense. Let me help you relax.” He knives into your stomach then you gasped for air. He smiles sadistically. "Aw, my dear." He purred. You looked at your hand that was covered in crimson.

“Now, now. We wouldn’t want that blood to get everywhere now would we.” Your eyes fluttered as you kept gasping trying to get air into your lungs. He smirked, you know, you remind of a woman from many years ago.” You the passed out onto your bedroom floor. He sighed as he checked your pulse making sure you were still breathing, luckily you were. He smiled and stood up, pulling a small rag out of his pocket as he started cleaning up any of the blood from his knife

After he made sure that all of the blood was gone from the knife, he sheathed the knife and put it back into his pocket. He then left your bedroom and left your house.

[dinogoofymutated]

SFW!Cable/AFAB! Reader

So NSFW won on the poll option, but I decided to make both a sfw and nsfw versions :) I'm posting this one first since I can't wait, but I feel like I should apologize since technically I've posting this fic three times now and then there will be a fourth. Sorry for the repetition Ya'll! The Remy fic is still coming, but I just couldn't stop writing this lol. Also, there's a few callbacks to the previous cable fic so I'd recommend you read/reread that one before starting this one :)

TWs: Jealousy, creepy men, we choose the bear and the bear is Cable. Slight miscommunication, but healthy talks happen. Reader kinda goes into an anxiety spiral for a minute there. Could probably be read as gender neutral bc no prounouns mentioned.

    The bar is busier tonight than you’ve ever seen it. It’s humid, stuffy, and overly loud with all the warm bodies packed into the small space. You’ve never been one for crowds, but you know for a fact that Cable is certainly not a people person.

    The two of you had been crammed into a corner booth for about an hour and a half, originally having come to the bar to meet a contact that never ended up showing. Normally, the two of you would have gone home by now. It was your idea to stay and get something to eat, wanting to at least make some good with the newfound downtime. 

    You were comforted by the feeling of Cable’s keen gaze keeping an eye on you as you wove through the crowd, finding your way to the bar. You hold back a smile as you sit down, ordering some drinks for the two of you as you wait on the food. Eventually, you glance back at Cable and find him still staring at you, making eye contact as you send him a smile. You’re not surprised, but you raise a playful eyebrow at him. Cable, ever the protective grump, rolls his eyes at you in response, but you still spot the small smile he gives you when you send him a wink.

    “That beer for me, Beautiful?” The voice of a stranger cuts through your thoughts, and to be honest, you don’t even think he’s talking to you until you realize how close to you he is. He’s sat on the barstool next to you, leaning towards you like he can’t quite catch his balance. You make a face at him, nonchalantly moving Cable’s beer closer.

    “Last time I checked it wasn’t.” You say curtly. The man has a smile hiding behind his pout as he leans a little closer to you, oblivious to the way you casually recoil from him.

    “Oh c'mon, don’t play hard to get. I’m chill!” You can tell this guy is most definitely drunk, and you find yourself trying not to roll your eyes at him. If only he knew what kind of trouble he was in.

    “Sure you are. But believe me, my Husband is not.” You tell him. You're not married, but to be honest, you knew this guy wasn't going to leave you be if you left him with some vague label. Didn't matter anyway, however, the stranger laughs in your face, and his breath smells like alcohol and cheap cigarettes, a nasty combo that repulses you. You point back at the corner booth where the cable was sitting just a few minutes before, hoping that he’d at least back off at the sight of the six-foot hunk of muscle you call a lover. Unfortunately, He doesn't. 

    “What Husband?” The man says mockingly, and when you look at the booth you find yourself pointing at an empty seat. The sight lights a small flicker of anxiety in you, and your face falls as the man sets a hand on your shoulder and squeezes. It’s not there for long before the weight suddenly disappears. You snap your head around, feeling relief when you see the man’s wrist caught in Cable’s literal iron-clad grip. 

    “This Husband.” Cable grunts. 

    All of the blood drains from the stranger’s face in an instant, but it doesn’t take long for the attitude to come back. He tries to yank his arm out of Cable’s grip, but Cable’s arm doesn’t move an inch. To be honest, the sight kinda made you blush a little. Sure, you had seen Cable’s strength many times, but this… well. This was different. The guy starts to yank a little more aggressively, and all Cable has to do is clench his hand for the asshole to yelp and give up. You set a placating hand on his shoulder, and Cable glances back at you. His gaze softens, and he sighs before letting the guy go.

    “What’s your problem, man?” The stranger spits as he holds his bruised wrist. You had already gathered your things and was getting ready to get the hell outta dodge, giving Cable’s shoulder a hard pat as you desperately try to keep him from getting in a barfight. Cable is ignoring the guy, walking close behind you as you start to walk away.

    “ -s’ an ugly bitch, anyway.” The stranger mumbles under his breath, but not nearly as quiet as he should’ve. Cable stops in his tracks, wheels around, and slugs the guy with his left arm. Theres a sickening crunch and the bar goes silent as the drunken stranger is violently knocked from his seat. Your first instinct is to scold Cable, but the guy had it coming anyway. You look around, and with every eye in the bar squarely on you and Cable, you decide you’ve definitely stayed past your welcome.

    “Ohhkay. Yeah, let’s go.” You tug on Cable's arm, practically dragging him away at first. You weren’t worried about the drunk, that guy sure as hell wasn’t getting up any time soon. To be honest, you were more concerned with the fact that you could never meet someone in this bar discreetly ever again. Yay. 

    The drive back to today’s apartment is silent, and you’re thinking too much about Cable, honestly. He’s not necessarily talkative himself, arms crossed in the passenger seat as he looks out the window. You send a nervous glance his way. You had called him your husband, and although it felt right in the moment as you tried to get another man off your back, you didn’t think that Cable would actually hear you. And boy, did he hear you. Sure, he responded… like he did. The memory of it almost makes your stomach flutter. Part of you wants to be absolutely delusional and just revel in the fact that he inadvertently called himself your husband, but what if he felt forced into it? What if he only said that so that you wouldn’t be caught in a lie? When you think about it, that had to be it. I mean, he was being overprotective in the first place, but he was just trying to defend you from unwanted attention. God- you just wish you could pull your thoughts together. Pick up the confusion and chuck it out the door.

    You drive on autopilot, and before you know it, you’re already “home”. Nathan splits off from you, going to change probably. The fact that he hasn’t really looked at you yet makes you even more anxious, but to be honest, you probably wouldn’t have noticed if he had. He wasn’t usually affectionate when he was high-strung, and you knew that, but still. You can't seem to let it go.  You’re curled up on the couch when Nathan joins you, fresh out of the shower and already in casual clothes. He gives you a little space as he sits, like he doesn’t want to startle you. He’s still as stoic as ever, but at least he doesn’t look angry. You’re itching to say something, to speak, and he can tell. 

    Nathan could feel your anxiety since the car, and no matter how badly he wanted to know why, he could tell that you needed a moment to get it out. He crosses his arms with a sigh. He didn’t consider himself a jealous man, but when that idiot at the bar started talking to you he just couldn’t stand it. He knows he blew your cover big time with that punch, but there would always be another crusty bar to go to. In all honesty, he was more concerned with your change in attitude. You receded into yourself in-between the bar and the car, and he didn’t want to know if he was the reason why. He wonders if he overstepped.

    “Sorry, by the way.” You finally manage to say. Nathan cocks an eyebrow at you.

    “For what?” He asks. You look away nervously, fiddling with your fingers.

    “For when I called you my husband back there. I know we’re certainty not… well, I was just scrambling and needed something concrete- and calling you my boyfriend felt weird so-” 

    “Take a breath.” You’re surprised as he cuts you off, feeling a little stupid as you try to collect yourself. There was so much you had been through, so much that you had learned how to handle, but this?? Why was it so hard to communicate feelings like this when you normally can communicate with him so easily on the battlefield? He was probably tired of your rambling.

    “You don’t have to explain yourself to me. I get it. We wouldn’t have even had a problem if the guy had taken a hint.” Nathan says, pissed off at the thought of the guy putting his hands on you still. You glance at him, a confused look on your face as you lean back on the couch.

    “So…?”

    “So, don’t apologize. It’s not like I actually…” Nathan stops for a moment, and your heart skips a beat. “I didn’t mind it” He finishes.

    “Oh?... Oh.” You say, slightly taken aback. Nathan is flushed red, ears included, staring straight ahead as he avoids looking at you.

    “So we’re okay, right?” You ask.

    “Of course we are,” Nate responds immediately, without even thinking. He looks over at you finally, still blushing a little. You relax at that, having a bit of deja vu. You realize that one of you had moved closer during the conversation, and your sides were pressing together. Nathan’s hair is messy, the gell having washed out during his shower. You always liked how fluffy it was like this, and to be honest, you can't help but reach up and run a hand through his hair. He huffs at the action, a ghost of a smile on his face as he rolls his eyes at you, but he doesn’t stop you from doing it. He’s a bit too tall for you to comfortably reach, even sitting down. Your arm is getting a bit tired, but you don’t want to ruin a sweet moment like this one. After a minute of you debating what to do, Nathan sighs and pulls you into his lap. 

    “You think too much.” He says, closing his eyes. He brings one of your hands back up to his hair, encouraging you to keep going. You hadn’t expected the action, almost startled by it. Sure, it wasn't like you had never touched him before, but the two of you… you were still getting the hang of things. New changes, familiar feelings. It felt good to be this close to him, and for once you know that you don’t have to worry about your time together being cut short.

    “Does it bother you?” You ask quietly. “When I think too much?” Nathan hums, hands resting on your waist.

    “...No. You think more than anyone I’ve ever met. Your mind is always running about something or other. Really, I’d be more concerned if you weren’t thinking.” You notice a slight change in his demeanor during his last sentence, but you don’t comment on it. Instead, you find yourself admiring his face. Your hands shift down from his hair, rubbing your thumbs under his eyes, across his cheekbones. Your eyes drift down to his lips, and you can’t help but lean in and kiss him. He’s surprised for a moment, eyes flickering open and then shut as he cups the nape of your neck and kisses you back. You sigh into him, moving to straddle his legs as his left arm tugs you closer to him by your waist. The cold metal chills you through the fabric of your shirt, his thumb idly rubbing against you. 

    Both of you are out of breath when you separate, caught up in the unbreakable connection between the two of you. You look into his pretty brown eyes, and you want to say it. You want to say those little words so badly. But you know you shouldn’t. There was something about saying it that made everything a little too real, that made everything seem a bit too different. You want to say it, but you don't. You know he knows. You know- you hope he feels the same. It’s all you could ever hope.

    “Of course I do,” Nathan whispers, a look so similar to heartbreak on his face. Your eyes widen, once again not realizing his intrusion into your thoughts. Then again, maybe you were just so used to him lingering in the back of your mind that you didn’t notice anymore. You kiss him again. This one is slower, more intimate, more sensual, and he returns it in the same manner. You’re feeling a little sappy, but content just the same. Nathan finds himself in a similar well of emotions, hoping that next time he won't have to remind you for you to know it’s true.

[miscreantroses]

Drinking game (OP Live Action Zoro x Reader)

A/N: There might be inaccuracies because I haven't watched the live adaptation. (I'm sorry but being a corp slave is draining me haha.) I've watched the first few episodes and there was one scene that I liked. (Rereads the request again... oh they asked for a romantic one. Huh... Guess I might do another one.)

genre: fluff

Night falls and you, Zoro, Nami and Usopp are at the Baratie's bar having a drink. Luffy was made to be a choreboy because he can't pay the meal that you guys had.

You stared at your wine glass and see Usopp drinking a cocktail at a fast pace.

"This doesn't taste like it has alcohol." He smiled.

"Last time I said that I woke up face down under the table." Zoro warned him as Usopp continued to down his drink.

"He'll be having a major headache by tomorrow." You chuckled as you take another sip from your wine.

Nami and Zoro started to have a drinking game. Believing that Zoro might know a thing or two about Nami. Unluckily, Nami made him to drink since he doesn't know a thing or two about her. Nami walks away to have go grab another drink at the bar. Zoro looks at me and pours me a drink.

"Zoro, I already have mine." You smiled and showed your glass of wine still half full.

"You and me, drinking game." He smiled at you. "If I get it right, you drink. I can't, I drink." You smiled and put down your drink and faced him.

"Looks like you want to get to know me more." You chuckled. "You're on."

Zoro smirked and started. "Well, I bet you're from a village."

I smiled and told him to drink. "Nope, actually I'm more of a city girl." Zoro cursed in his breath and took another shot. "My turn, you didn't have a family growing up. And yes, swords does not count as family."

"Well, I didn't really know who my parents are." He grabs another drink. "Speaking of family, you grew up in a loving home."

I shook my head. "No, I barely knew my parents. I was practically living alone majority of my life." I handed him another drink. "Drink up."

He smirked. "You agreed because you wanted to know me better." He asks which caught me off-guard.

"Sounded like a statement rather than a question." I chuckled. "But..." I grabbed the drink and only took half of a sip.

"I got it right. Finish the whole thing." He stared at me, giving half of the glass.

"Well, it is true. But you didn't got the whole thing." I smirked. "Drink up." It was true you wanted to get to know him more because you liked him for a while. It has only had been days when you met him but you can't seem to get Zoro out of your mind. He's been in your thoughts constantly as wanted to strike up a conversation with him.

You smirked decided to ask a very risky question. "Well.. Do you happen to like someone?" Which caught him completely off-guard. "I ran out of questions to ask. Just answer it."

"Well, to be honest." He stared at you and cursed under his breath. "Who am I kidding." He grabs the drink and took another shot.

You laughed as Zoro pours another shot. "Same question, do you happen to like someone?" You snickered and grabbed the shot glass and drank it.

"Now, this is interesting." He smiled but aa he poured for another shot. The bottle was empty.

"Seems like we have to end our little game here." You smirked.

Hours had passed and only Zoro and you were the only ones left at the bar. You stared out to the sea.

"I'm really curious on that little crush of yours." You turned your head to Zoro who was staring at his glass.

"What? Jealous?" I joked it off and he just shrugged.

"Why would I?" He laughed and stared at the starry night. "As if -" As he tries to finish his sentence you cut him off.

"You." Those were the only words that you said outloud. "I like you, Zoro." You stared at him while he was in complete shock. You stared back to the sea. "I've been having a crush on you for quiet sometime."

After your little confession. Everything turned silent. You continued to look out to the sea. Not expecting for him to like you back. You were pirates afterall, and having crushes or be in a relationship was not in a list of priorities. You heared Zoro sighed and you looked back to him and you saw him smile.

"Guess that makes us even." He replied. "I like you too, Y/N."

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Matt Sturniolo Fluff

Warnings- drinking, I think that’s it (?)

A/n- More filler from my long lists of drafts, I don’t remember why I wrote this but I laughed when I reread it earlier so here it is!!

Chris and Nate had come back to the boys house with a couple different cases of alcohol and decided to let us all have some drinks.

One thing about me was I was not turning down a few drinks. I could be anxiety free for a night and I would definitely take it.

The guys decided to have a small friend get together, is what they called it. Apparently the drinks were strong and I was already drunk a little bit after we started drinking.

I can’t even remember how many drinks I’ve had but I’ve definitely had enough by now and it seems that everyone as was just as drunk as me.

When everyone was completely drunk and collapsing on each other into fits of giggles, is when the ones who weren't as drunk, Madi and Nick, decided it was time for bed.

Chris and I giggled all the way to our rooms and Matt wasn't to far behind us. I was already in my pajamas when we started so I was able to go and collapse onto Matt's bed and fall asleep. Matt had to change his pants and then he followed right after me.

Late into the night, I awoke to be not on the bed but somewhere near it, the blankets where half pulled onto me and I had some type of pillow under my head. It was enough for me to move a bit, uncomfortably as the bed had suddenly become solid and I passed out again.

"Baby."I'm shook awake as Matt's voice raspy in my ear. I groan feeling my stiff limps and slowly open my eyes.

"Get back into bed."He tells me as he shakes my arm again. I take a moment to process his words before looking around, I was definitely not in the bed anymore. I was beside it on the floor.

"Baby?"I ask quietly, as I feel him tug at my shoulder. I follow his request and grunt at my sore ass and slip back onto his bed with a sigh.

"Did I roll off the bed?"I ask as I settle against his chest, he sighs and shakes his head letting his eyes look down at me.

"No I don't think so, I've been known to be a kicker in my sleep."He mutters, I hum and then let his words sink in.

I slap my hand down on his chest with little force. At least he he admitted to being the one to kick me off and not letting me think I roll so severely that I will end up on the floor.

"I'm sorry."He chuckled tiredly and brings his hand up to rub at his eyes. I feel him press a gentle kiss to the top of my head making me smile contently. The room falls silent for a few minutes and I assume that he fell back asleep so after a few more seconds I'm lulled to sleep by his breathing.

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A/n- I’m almost done with finals so hopefully I can write more!

[dean-a-mean-tae]

Behind The Scenes of Human | Stray Kids Extra Member AU

Listen to LIAM explain his second song in his album, Damage. - Achievement Goals

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The blank screen fades to Nicholas laughing with the crew behind the camera. A bucket hat covers his twists, and his belt chains cling with each movement. Someone clears their throat, and Nicholas sits up straight, his lips pursed to hide a smile.

"Hello, I'm Nicholas. My stage name is LIAM. I'm here to talk about my song Human from my album Damage," He chuckles as he gives the camera a thumbs up.

𝙒𝙝𝙤 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙨?

"The song is for everyone." His answer was immediate. His eyes unfocused as his head slowly nodded. Nicholas broke from his trance when someone snapped their fingers.

 "I'm sorry," He apologized, shifting in his seat as he adjusted his shirt. He looked at the board behind the camera and reread the question.

"Oh, it's for people to listen to and for people to relate to," Nick answered, stretching his fingers in thought. "I wish everyone understood that everyone is human."

"We eat, *bleep*, breathe, and drink water like everyone else. Some people have to do things differently but still need it."

"I wish people would stop holding others to their standards," He nodded. "People are happy until society tries to mold them into what they believe to be perfect."

𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙜?

Nicholas hummed as he thought of an answer. He tilted his head, squinting as he answered, "Human is about the terrible side of being a human."

"Society forgets that we're all human."

"We cannot be perfect," Nick said, scratching his knuckles. "There isn't a correct definition of perfect for humans."

𝙒𝙝𝙤 𝙬𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙮𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙨?

"Me and Chan wrote the song," Nicholas smiled as his body vibrated in his seat, "I got inspiration from him. But he'll tell you I did everything. So I like to say that he did the writing as well."

𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙮𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙨?

"Um," Nicholas hummed, bouncing his leg. He tilted his head as he tugged at his earring in thought. After someone handed him a paper with the lyrics, he sighed.

"A piece of the chorus is Some people got the real problems. Some people out of luck." 

"People go through different struggles and deal with them differently, but both situations are distasteful. Society has no problem with brushing off people's battles," Nicholas answers as he messes with his chains. His neck pops as he shifts in his seat.

"When we express emotions healthily, we're called sensitive. If we raise our voice or cuss, we're disrespectful and overreacting. But keeping quiet doesn't help the person struggling. It benefits those already succeeding."

Nicholas sighs as he reads the next line, "Some people think I can solve them."

Nicholas slumped in his seat as he looked up at the ceiling. His eyes flicked between the different spots. With his thoughts gathered, Nicholas leaned his elbows onto his knees.

"I've had people I know and people I don't ask me for solutions and tell me I saved them."

"Someone told me that I, as a person, make them wake up in the morning," He breathlessly chuckled as he lazily tossed his hand up. 

"I'm human, just like everyone else," He said, pointing at himself. Waving his hand in a general direction, Nicholas continued, "I know just as much as the next person. It's a lot of weight knowing that my actions affect a group of people simply because they like how I look, my talents, or my character."

Nicholas sighed as he sat up, tugging at his earring in thought. Mindlessly looking around the room, he began to ramble. "I can't do basic things as a human because my "fans" might get angry. I won't be able to have a partner. I can't drink or smoke without people throwing a fit, and I can't look at my female friend without people saying I'm fucking her."

He scoffed as he blinked from his daze.

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[immoralimmortals]

we hop-skip-jump back with more akatsuki questions! we hope your days have been grand and your songs sweet, tak(?)

if the akatsuki were exposed to the cuisines of our modern, international world, what would each of them gravitate to? would hidan be lured by the cooking of the southern american states, creole, the sausages and cuts and grinds of europe, the whole beasts of the pacific? would itachi look at italian cuisine and feel a deep pang of nostalgia of how sasuke would like this fare? what would these tongues make of our world's bounty?

Hello again! Yes, I'm Tak uvu Some more cusine headcanons for you, dear!:

Honestly I think you nailed Hidan right off the bat. I think he's a connoisseur of meat in specific, if given the time and lack of killing people (so only a world with no Jashin. Probably). I can imagine him, Deidara, and sometimes Kisame having a hot sauce drinking contest. Kakuzu would show up and blow them out of the water once and never participate again. I think Hidan would like beef jerky and pork rinds.

My dad is obsessed with the Red Lobster food chain and now I'm thinking about how Kisame would genuinely enjoy himself while everyone else is only there for cheddar bay biscuits.

My dad just bought at least 100$ worth of Red Lobster gift cards once finding out they're going out of business HE KEEPS ASKING ME OUT TO RED LOBSTER SOMEONE FUCKING HELP M

I've already said in a prior post that Deidara would be OBSESSED with pop rocks. Wouldn't be surprised if he seeks out other kinds of food that give specific sensations, hence the hot sauce bit just now. He'd love carbonated drinks, too. He can bullshit his way into convincing you that yes, Monster Energy Drink *does* require a sophisticated flavor palate! He'd try anything if it had a novelty factor, at least one he can take seriously.

Perhaps obviously I can see Itachi especially enjoying the vast variety of teas that one can acquire in the modern world. My personal favorites tend to be rooibos blends, so I'd like to give him a cup. God, he'd be a great cafe owner. Literal coffee shop AU type of man. I want him to tell me about the floral notes in this morning blend of green tea from the Himalayas. I wanna own a combination tea shop and bakery with him, that'd be the dream.

Kakuzu strikes me as a hardy, heavy food kind of guy. Stews and meats and breads. He'd probably like corned beef and cabbage and potatoes. ...Sorry my Irish in me is coming out. Gravitates to comfort food that keeps you full and warm.

Nagato and Konan are...interesting ones to consider, because whenever I think about them and food I just can't stop thinking about how formative starvation must have been for them. I think they can get overwhelmed by seasonings really fast, anything especially salty or sugary or what have you is in small portions. I don't think they'd deal well with the fact that the most available foods in some societies are saturated with flavor that's overcompensating for shitty processed food. I think if you gave Nagato a bottle of Sunny D it might actually kill him.

Sasori can't taste shit, I think, but if he did he's one of those assholes with PIN POINT PRECISION. Wine connoisseur. Chocolate connoisseur. Will intellectually wreck your shit if you tell him you're making spaghetti and serve him angel hair.

I think Obito would get really disappointed if you told him you were going to get mochi and you came back with the kind you get from the grocery store.

Zetsu still eats people, I can only presume. He might be interested in foods related to "stranger" body parts, brain cheese and haggis, that sort of thing.

Side note: several years ago when I first entered my never-ending Akatsuki phase, I read a really, really cute self insert or reader insert fic where the Akatsuki came to the "real world" and they watched Spongebob and Kisame made what the story described as an adorable face as he was shown how a soda can works. I've been looking for it and my heart yearns to reread. If you happen to find it, please let me know!

[ace-of-hats]

I've always kind of been annoyed at how Kendra Seth and Knox each get powers from different varieties of magical creatures (Kendra is Fairykind, Seth is a shadow charmer, Knox is a giant friend or something i forget what its called) but Tess is just has a worse version of Kendra's powers.

I think that was a bad decision on the author's part, and I think he might say, like, oh, it's because she has to be innocent (fairies aren't innocent, this was established in the first book), or it's because she really likes fairies. I get it, I loved fairies as a kid--i still do. and let me tell you, the kids who love fairies are 1) not innocent (blood and death were very prevalent whenever i played fairies) and 2) i literally don't care.

I honestly really liked when the fairies guided Tess to drink the milk, but that could have still happened without her becoming fairystruck.

In my opinion, it would have been much more compelling to have Tess be a dragon sibling.

Pros:

It would be a good way to put more dragons in Dragonwatch.

 It would help make dragons as a species seem more like how they did in Fablehaven (the most humanlike of all magical creatures) instead of just the bad guys.

In chapter 16 of SotDS, Gavin says “the dragons adopted me as one of their own and shared some power with me. I can [speak] their languages. If dragons kill me they would be challenged as if they had slain a dragon. My status as a dragon brother even affects me physically—I’m a little stronger and [faster] than I look”. I don't know how much of this is actually true, considering Gavin wasn't actually a dragon brother, but, since nobody questioned him (and this is all fictional) I'm going to assume this is all true. This could add more to the story in many ways. 1st, Tess couldn't be killed by a dragon and would be extra strong and fast, but she would still be underestimated because she's 10 and wears fairy wings. 2nd, she would be great friends with Raxtus. There are probably other ways this could improve the story but I haven't read Dragonwatch in a while.

It would be fun to see Tess hanging out with big scary dragons and Knox, Newel, and Doren not really knowing what to do about it.

Tess would actually have something interesting to add to the story instead of just being brought around places for five books. 

character development.

Cons:

Brandon mull would have to reread his books (this is only a con for him not anyone else. I'm only kind of joking here).

Sorry for going full on essay here (I’m lying I’m not sorry actually). If anyone who remembers more from Dragonwatch than I do thinks of any other pros or cons, I would love to know them!

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Dedicating yet another blogpost to @cherrynojutsu's Like Gold:

It's been awhile since I've been on Tumblr, wow. The last time I reviewed Like Gold was, oh my god, three years ago?! Time flies.

As I took a break from reading this fic, waiting for more chapters to accumulate, as one does, and also because of life and studying... I decided to reread it last week, as I realized the latest chapter Cherry released was 19! My review was at chapter 6!

And oh boy, what have I missed! I have to admit I feel terrible for not reading for so long! T.T

First things first, I have to compliment Cherry's writing style, and how much it has improved since the last time! As she began the fic in June of 2021, and I'm not saying at all that her writing used to be bad, just that now it's absolute perfection! Here's a visual representation of my feelings while reading the first time:

The same gif used as for the first review - but the feelings were the same this time around too. The first couple of chapters of SasuSaku's blooming relationship was the cutest, from the tenative first kisses to the lingering touches ♥

However, the emotional rollercoaster that ensued after the story progresseed - oh my god. Here's another visual representation, this time showing my emotions just after I finished chapter 19:

(tears because of Sasuke's inner turmoil and trauma, and the blushing because of Sasuke's-😳 )

Once again mentioning my initial review, I SPECULATED the turn that this fic will take with Sasuke's mental health, and oh- the turn was so sudden and sharp that it sent me tumbling down the road. I feel so sorry for the poor boy, he deserves nothing but happiness, and I need him SO BADLY to talk to someone about it.

I knew the fic was going to be a huge slowburn (which was right up my alley) but at some point I thought to myself this has been so sweet and innocent for so long, with their sweet pecks and hugs and lunches and book clubs, will the author really have the means of turning this into something more? I was proven wrong after reading the scene on Sakura's balcony, and wintessing their first makeout sesh. I realized, Cherry will be going places. Had no more doubts after that.

I have no energy to describe anything I felt for the couch scene in chapter 19, as I am not quite done processing what I just read... (The blushing on my cheeks still hasn't passed).🥵

However, I wish to appreaciate the authors ability to indulge on the topics of mental health disorders and character analysis. It's soo hard to read Sasuke struggling like that, and believe me I've read my fair share on SS fics, but I've never seen someone delve this deeply into Sasuke's character and mental state. Cherry I don't know what your major is, but hats off to your skills! You must be really empathetic to be able to write this so well, and I truly admire you for it ♥

I'm so happy to see Sasuke finally trying to do something about it - the jasmine, the old district, his cuts and oh the letters break my heart into million pieces! I can't imagine how Sakura must feel when she finds out what Sasuke has been keeping to himself and suffering silently, even though she urged him never to suffer alone. Oh my, I CAN SMELL THE ANGST COMING. Am I bad person because I can't wait for it?

I love the authors humor, transfering onto Sasuke's witty one and also the other characters. I love the subtle details and descriptions this fic has to offer - from the descriptions of mugs, books they read, the teas they drink. It's too sweet. You can truly feel the authors soul through their work!

The chapter when Sasuke was sick was so lovely, but I have to admit that the bed scene and counting heartbeats has to be the sweetest, lovliest thing I have read in awhile! <3

I am so excited for the future chapters now that so many things unfolded, Sasuke's state has probably never been worse so I really need him to start healing T.T Sakura is so sweet and supprotive, hopefully Sasuke will help her too by urging her to work less. Also excited for the smut.

Thank you so much Cherry for sharing your work with us, I am eternally grateful! I will be looking forward to the future chapters!

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Get to know your (much beloved) fic writer!

# 4, 11, 16, 55?

(Obligatory your hilson breathes life into me every single day and I have reread them all a million times except for the ones I haven’t read yet bc I’m saving them so I don’t run out! 🥰🥰🥰 thank you for writing!!)

aww thank youuu and thank you extra for the ask!!

4. Where do you find inspiration for new ideas?

Re-watching canon always inspires show-specific stuff! And engaging with different media more broadly cross-pollinates in a cool way, like my yearly watch of Groundhog Day inspired TGIF, and seeing a random wedding-themed romance novel on the library shelves made me think "maybe this wedding planner plot bunny could be a whole story!"

11. Link your three favorite fics right now

(wording is ambiguous so I'm listing three of my own, because I barely read any fic when I'm in writing mode ahhh sorry 🙈)

TGIF - I am still so proud of this world. maybe I'm the one trapped in the time loop...

Adventures in Polyamory - I have 30k of the sequel written god Amber I am thinking about you all the timeeee

A Study in Lavender - I am also trying to finish the sequel to my Jooster fic feat. lesbian OCs before the summer's over wish me luck!!!

16. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Share one of them?

Oh, so many! *Counts documents in House MD folder* oh kay oh jeez there are fully twelve story ideas that are developed enough that I'll probably write them at some point 😵‍💫 Let's see, which one have I maybe not teased before... aha! Femslash Hilson AU. I love this framework so much more than old school "genderswap" which has always, for me, come with icky binary straight transphobic connotations (though of course that is not necessarily the case and people have written cool trans stuff under this label!)

Here's a quick teaser from the sapphic New Orleans opening meet-up:

“As you will soon learn, if you aren’t bright enough to have picked up on it already…” House slung an arm around Wilson’s narrow shoulders, “I’m not like most people. Give me the gruesome deets. But no tears, please, I’m squeamish.”

“You’re a total bitch,” Wilson marveled.

“Now, you’re getting it.”

Wilson put her arm suddenly—bravely—around House’s waist. “Buy me a drink. I’ll tell you the whole tragic story, and only cry if you get on my nerves.”

55. Of the characters you write for, which is your favorite? Has that choice been swayed at all by your followers/readers' reactions to certain ones?

Super basic, but it's House! He wears his weirdness on his sleeve to hide the different, more painful weirdness inside. It's a like a delicious Ferrero Rocher of psychoses <3 The way he processes and interacts with the world continues to fascinate, and on a personal/political level, I just adore getting to write a character with chronic pain like me.

Wilson is also fascinating, but I think I like to write him from an outside perspective/House's perspective best. Seeing juuuust enough through his mask of normalcy to know he's Not Alright, but still maintaining a sense of inner mystery. I've had a lot of very kind feedback on how I write Wilson, which encourages me to keep writing him even weirder and more unwell, which is delightful 💖

[noisyquokka]

GIRL!! I just read your Lino fic and 🧎🏻‍♀️

I see your rqs are about to close so I was hoping maybe you could do a little sumthn sumthn angsty for my boy YangYang? I'd prefer F!reader and sumthn like you broke up and get kinda really jealous seeing him at a party with some girl and maybe you get back together maybe ya don't I'll leave that up to your creative mind? Could you also add Renjun and Xiaojun in as well, like a friend group type thing? I know this is a lot and maybe too detailed but like I NEED more angst from you plz and thank you 😩

Take care and stay hydrated 🤍

Scorched Auroras

PAIRING - YangYang x F!Reader (ft. Renjun & Xiaojun)

SYNOPSIS - You've had your regrets over the years, it's a part of the human experience. But nothing will ever compare to the pain of Him walking out of your life.

WORDCOUNT - 4.4k

WARNINGS - All around Angst, Cheating, Lies, Descriptions of Anxiety Attack, Heated Arguments, Exes to ???, Mentions of Alcohol, Reader wears feminine clothes (dress, heels, etc.), Renjun's kind of a dick in this... he's just trying to help, YangYang is also a dick but it's well-deserved || Let me know if I've missed anything!

A/N - The way I've been wanting to write more angst after that Minho fic, but I've just not gotten around to it... 😔 Thanks for the request, Darling! ngl I spent more time rereading this than I did writing this to the point that I have no idea if this is as good as I originally thought it was, (we love inconvenient writers block) so feedback would be greatly appreciated. And to all you YangYang girlies 👋🏻 I'm sorry for this.

“Huang Renjun, when I find your sorry ass…”

Your heels reverberate against the floors of the house, quick and staccato as you seek out the host of the party. This was supposed to be a chill little get together with mutual friends; all put together by Renjun. Same people. Same place. But when you walked through the front door, you’d been paralyzed.

Through the hall - between the mass of bodies that danced and conversed with each other - you had spotted Liu YangYang sitting pretty on the leather sofa, strumming away on his six-string. His eyes had found yours, and that genuine smile on his face had faded, his brows knitting as he blinked and looked away. He was surrounded by mutual friends, but you couldn’t take your eyes off the group of girls that sat like a pride of lions around him.

Funny enough, looking around the house… this party? Not so little or so mutual. In fact, you’re almost certain there’s friends of friends here, migrating up the stairs that you’ve just traversed. And the majority of them have been gathered around your ex-boyfriend for the past hour like he was the main entertainment of the evening.

So here you are, with a handful of drinks in you and your patience dwindling. You huff, sparing glances through open doors and knocking on others down the hall until you’re finally directed to Renjun’s bedroom by a random party-goer.

“Renjun!” your knuckles rap on the door, calling over the back beat of the blaring music. “I know you’re in there! Open the damn door!”

When there’s no answer, you grunt and knock louder. There’s no doubt he can hear you, your fist aching with every hit to the wood grain. The door opens, a very buzzed Renjun appearing before you.

“Fuck, where’s the fire!?”

You shoot him a glare, leaning against the door frame.

“We need to talk.”

“I’m a little busy at the moment.” He chuckles, glancing over his shoulder. It’s now that you notice the wrinkles in his clothes, his dark hair an unruly mess that he attempts to fix by carding his fingers through the tresses. The smear of red at the corner of his mouth has you narrowing your eyes. You scoff.

“Yeah… busy.”

Renjun stumbles, your hand darting out to snatch at the collar of his white tee. His protests fall on deaf ears as you pull him down the hall towards his makeshift studio. He knows he’s not going anywhere, even as he attempts to wretch your fingers from the fabric.

“You’re a real piece of work, you know that?” The heavy bass drums steady in your chest as you yank Renjun into the room. The moment your past the threshold, you let him go, slamming the door behind you.

“Hey, easy!”

“You lied to me.”

Renjun lets loose an exasperated chuckle, smoothing down the fabric of his shirt.

“I wish I knew what you were talking about.” he says, raising his brow. There’s a ghost of amusement playing on his face. He knows. It only fuels your aggravation.

“Oh, YangYang won’t be there, I promise.” You mock the words he’d told you over a FaceTime call just a few days ago. Renjun meets your glare evenly, seemingly unimpressed. He rolls his eyes when you cross your arms.

“I didn’t know he’d come. He told me he had something planned tonight.”

“Right, fucking fat chance that he’s sitting right where I’d catch him cozied up around a bonfire of girls.”

“The perfect place to play a guitar.” he quips. Your eyes narrow, following his movements as he turns toward the random clutter in the studio.

“You know how much I hate this version of Renjun.”

“Which one?” he asks, a teasing lilt in his tone. He stops at his desk, rearranging strewn journals and crumpled pages that have nearly landed in the bin beside the workspace.

“The one that plays dumb just to get out of answering me.”

“I do not-”

“You do!” you bite, feet situating themselves under your weight. You level the brunette with a pointed look.

“You’re holding out on me, I can tell. So, are you gonna spill or what?”

You watch the cogs turn behind his eyes, bringing a hand up to rub at his brow, clearly frustrated with the way this conversation is going. Brown eyes shift from the far wall, dropping the journals on the desk. He turns to you, a look crossing his face that you can’t pinpoint.

“I already told you, I had no idea he was gonna be here, okay? I asked him if he was coming and he said no.” Renjun glances to your form and the way you’re seemingly guarding the door like a well-trained hound. “I didn’t openly invite him. He showed up on his own. Any reason you’re so pissed about that?”

The question catches you off guard. Any reason you’re so pissed about that? What, with the way things ended, you certainly have no right to be. Ignoring the stabbing in your chest, you lick your lips, nails digging into your forearm. He catches the way you shift, spine straightening against the wall.

“What kind of question is that?” you ask, voice clipped.

“A valid one.” Renjun replies, leaning against his desk. There’s that casual air that he exudes as his eyes rake down your body. Observing. Your choice in outfit; that little black dress, the time you put into your hair and makeup, those stilettos. Renjun knows you don’t put that amount of time into going out unless it means something.

He clicks his tongue, blinks. Bourbon swirls with some kind of intent.

“You’re the one who broke up with him, remember? Although I’ve gotta say, if looks could kill, those girls fawning over him would be dead at his feet.”

“Watch your words, Huang.” you warn, a sharpness to your tone that leaves the guy unbothered.

“I haven’t said a thing… it’s called observing.” His voice is cool as ice, arms coming to cross over his chest.

“You’re implying.”

He laughs, snake eyes pinning him where he stands.

“I’m just stating the facts.”

“You want facts?” You close the distance between you and Renjun so quickly, he doesn’t have time to react before you’re right in his face, “You know exactly what the hell you did. You knew how much I didn’t want him here, it’s why I asked you when you invited me. You made a promise that you blew to the wind.”

Your voice is calm but tight - like a rubber band pulled to its limits. You can’t bring yourself to care about how you come across at this point. Not when there’s seven vodka shots warming your veins, clouding all rationality. Your patience is gone as you glare up at the man, watching as a dark brow twitches behind stray tresses. You’re done playing his stupid little game.

The tink of plastic against metal hits your ears as Renjun swipes a broken guitar pick off the desk into the trash bin, eyes deadlocked on the sneer that’s prying at your lips. For a second, he mulls over his actions that led up to this point. Perhaps he’s being a bit of an ass, but you’ve put off talking things out with YangYang for months. He's felt the strain it's put on the group dynamic, and he’s sick of hearing you both say everything is fine. How can two people be fine when they can’t tolerate being in the same room together? And now you come to him like he’s done you wrong, like what he’s done is unforgivable… Renjun doesn’t get it.

A knock at the door pulls him from his thoughts.

“Renjun, you in here? Some jackass is-”

The door opens, Xiaojun stopping short at the sight before him. The tense charge in the room hits him like a tidal wave, and the scowl that etches your face doesn’t give him much room to speculate.

“Uh, sorry to interrupt.” he says, looking between you two. Renjun scratches at his neck, clearing his throat.

“What is it, man?”

“There’s some guy starting shit by the pool. Thought it’d be a job for the host.”

“Yeah, I’ll be out in a minute.”

Xiaojun nods, giving you both one last fleeting glance before the door closes. When the footsteps fade into nothing but reverberating bass, Renjun slips out of the space between you and the desk.

“Where are you going?”

“To take care of damage control, as you just heard.” He turns toward the door with a finality that says this conversation is well over. If you weren’t buzzing, were in your right state of mind, you would have let him go. But the addition of alcohol only egged on your unbridled emotions.

“No, we’re not done talking.” You hiss, a hand darting out to catch his wrist. Renjun groans, and you hear your name slip off his tongue like a bad omen as he aggressively shrugs you off him.

“Stop! Just-” He turns his back to the door, looking at you like you’ve lost your mind. You look on with wide eyes as he takes a deep breath, brows twitching. “You both said that you broke up because things weren’t working out. Something about schedules and other conflicting shit…”

He shakes his head, optics flickering over your face, searching for some sort of answer as to why you're reacting this way. When your shoulders sag, he knows enough. You’re closing off, and as much as Renjun wants to be the friend that mothers you back to good spirits with a gentle hand, it seems that isn’t gonna work. The way you approached this tonight has him clutching at his last straw.

“It’s not my business but-”

“You’re right, it’s not your business-”

“But you decided to make it my business when you pulled me in here and fucking interrogated me! That alone tells me there’s more to the story than you two have let on.” You press you lips together, optics locking onto the far wall. You hear the steady release of a sigh, the rattling of the door knob under his palm. “You’ve been friends for years. You never let the simple things interfere back then.”

“Romantic relationships are different, Renjun.” You don’t need to meet those eyes to know he’s unconvinced.

“You’re impossible…” He mutters. The floorboards groan under his feet as he turns back toward the door, shoulders tight under the fabric of his shirt.

“This conversation is going nowhere. I don’t know why you dragged me in here and grilled me about the one person you don’t want to talk about, but I have a party to host.” His fingers grip the door knob and twist, amber eyes meeting yours over his shoulder.

“I don’t know what the hell is going on between you two, but you need to talk to him. Before the fallout ruins this friend group.”

The door slams shut, and you blink as Renjun’s heavy footfalls fade down the hall. His words sink in. He’s right. You sag against the wall, letting your head fall against the drywall, trying to process everything that just happened. Releasing the breath you didn’t even realize you were holding as the liquor takes another round through your hazy mind. The threat of tears infect your vision, burning even as you attempt to blink them away.

“Fuck.” you hiss, fingers coming to press against the junction of your nose bridge and the corners of your eyes until the pressure conjures rainbow static behind your lids. “Fuck. Fuck!”

You’re ready to leave. Ready to leave this party, block phone numbers and move out of the country if it means you don’t have to face the one person you regret hurting. Selfish, really, but in your current state of mind, it sounds like heaven. You’ve let this situation hang over your head for the past eight months, praying it would go away on it’s own. It’s obvious no God will let you off that easily.

God damn…

Your feet are moving before you can think any further, the studio door left ajar as your figure strides down the hall and descends the stairs. You need a glass of water to clear your head, something to prepare yourself for what’s about to happen. Optics dart to the sofa, where YangYang has been most of the evening, but he’s no longer there. The guitar leans against the wall, propped up with the help of the sofa's armrest. You bee-line for the kitchen.

The main space between the living room and kitchen has significantly dwindled to a small group of people, and you remember what Xiaojun had said about the shit starter by the pool. A simple glance to the back patio tells you that’s where everyone has gone. Empty cups and snack trays are left behind, alongside a few couples making out in the corner, and the few people conversing near the kitchen island, including Xiaojun. He greets you with a soft smile, offering you another drink that you graciously decline.

“You good?” he asks, smile fading into furrowed brows.

“Yeah, I think I’m over the alcohol for tonight.” you mutter, taking an chilled water bottle from the cooler. “Do you know where YangYang ran off to?”

“Last I saw him, he looked like he was leaving for the night.” he replies, taking another swig of his beverage. You blink, cracking the cap on the bottle and bringing it to your lips in one swift motion. Despite the amount of alcohol you’ve had in such a short amount of time, the water you take down washes away your brain fog, and you turn toward the front door with a newfound clarity.

YangYang isn’t gone. You know him well enough. And you’re ready to face him. You have to be. Because you aren’t leaving here until you set things right.

You pat Xiaojun on the shoulder as you leave, a quiet thanks uttered as you force yourself to move toward the exit, fingers latching on the handle.

The cool night air washes over your skin, but you welcome the instantaneous sobering up it provides. It’s quiet out here, as quiet as a house party can get for the chatter and music, crickets chirping in the protection of well-manicured shrubs. With a quick scan of your surroundings, you find who you’re looking for.

Liu YangYang stands at the far corner of the porch, leaning against the railing with his back to you. He’d be unnoticeable by most people, shrouded in October shadows.

You’re not most people.

It’s as if the world falls still in the time it takes you to walk over, your stomach swirling like a blender on full power. He’s by himself out here. That makes it easier, right? You let out a shaky breath, the sudden urge to bolt over the railing and disappear into the woods like a spooked fawn flooding your veins. But you don’t. You can’t.

“We need to talk.” you pipe up, clearing your throat in an attempt to hide the tremor in your voice. Black hair falls into brown eyes, a grunt of your name passing his lips at the sound of your voice. You never want to hear him say your name like that again. Like you're the scum of the earth.

“Heard you were pretty pissed about my being here.” he says. Even under his sweater, you can see how taught his back muscles are, how he's trying to hold himself back. Your eyes slip shut.

Renjun… He must have caught up with YangYang before you could make it downstairs. You let the curses slip to the back of your mind, focusing on the matter at hand. You know this doesn’t have to be hard. Just a short, civil conversation between you and your ex. With a lick of your lips, you try again.

“YangYang, I’m-”

“You know, it’s really fucking insulting to hear that.” He brings the half-full solo cup in his hand to his lips, taking the rest of his drink down in one go. Dark optics stare blankly toward the dimly lit street. “Especially when you’ve avoided me for the past eight months. When no one else knows the truth about you.”

You swallow hard at his comment, staring at the foot that he can't stop tapping against the porch.

“I don’t wanna fight with you, YangYang.” you say, taking a step toward him, “I know you don’t want to talk to me, but I need to talk to you.”

You hear the huff of a scoff, and he turns just enough to lock eyes with you from over his shoulder, pupils digging into you from the corners.

“Better eight months late than never.”

“YangYang-”

“What?” he interjects, snapping like a cornered fox, “Too busy with them to come to me sooner with your bullshit excuses?”

YangYang doesn’t need to face you to get his emotions across. You’ve never had trouble deciphering whether he was emotionally six feet under or floating on cloud nine. But now, you feel like you’re Gaia up against the raw power of Helios; a violent storm of solar particles slamming against you in his attempts to protect his heart from freezing over.

The auroras of scorched and unspoken truths. Your magnetic field is battered and bruised too significantly to sustain such a blow.

That’s on you, you know. You’d come to the realization eight months ago when you took that sledgehammer to a decade of friendship. A decade of trust that transformed into so much more. An angel of a boy that you threw away - tore his wings from his back for good measure.

You shake your head, that fire burning behind your eyes.

“You’re not being fair, here.” You whisper, and as much as you don’t want this conversation to escalate, you know there’s no stopping it. You flinch when he whips around, wild eyes boring into yours, a snarl threatening to break the crease of his lips. He points a finger at you.

“You cheated, Love! You!” The term of endearment is anything but; poison on the tongue that used to serenade you and whisper sweet nothings in your ear. He is the ferocity of a rabid dog in the form of gnashing teeth and beady eyes, panting and growling in warning when you try to console it.

“Two years together! Thirteen years of friendship and trust that you so easily struck a match to like that?! Fucking treated me like I was an afterthought in your daily schedule while we were still together! The nights you came home and lied through your teeth, telling me you were working late… that you were out with friends… Fuck, I even felt you pulling away and I still tried telling myself that I was crazy. No, no, you wouldn’t do that to me. We’ve been through so much together. Fucking fool, I am!”

You watch him through the glaze of tears as he stalks toward you. The hurt in his eyes burns like a serrated knife, slicing away at the worn and ruptured threads of your relationship that scream with every threat of the blade.

“So, no, you don't get to tell me I'm being unfair! I saw the way you watched me tonight. You probably don't realize how many drinks you had because you were too busy raising your hackles at the girls that I was talking to. Ran off to light a fire under Renjun's ass because things didn't go your way.”

Your heart pounds against your breast, your pulse violent in your fingertips. In your head, this conversation played out with less hostility. You expected some anger - it’s only fair with the pain you put him through - but this was another level entirely. In all your years of knowing YangYang, he’d never blown up like this.

Never at you.

Never because of you.

This isn’t the boy that you would race to school every morning, who dried your tears and rubbed the rocks from your knees when you tripped yourself. The one who would send you dumb memes in the middle of class, and took accountability so you weren't sitting in detention alone. Who bought you a promise ring for your ten years of being friends, and another when you celebrated two years of dating.

Your rock in the toughest situations and you threw him into the ocean with little thought. Didn't even watch as he sank to the depths.

You blink, feeling the tears track down you cheeks as you speak.

“I never wanted to hurt you like I did, and I should’ve talked to you about this months ago. I’ve…” You hesitate, “I’ve been think about that night a lot.”

“Good.” He doesn’t miss a beat.

“It was a mistake, and I can’t even give you a good reason for it.” you whimper, breath catching in your throat, “I’m so sorry, YangYang. I-I wasn’t thinking straight. I never should’ve-”

Words fail you, your composure breaking with a burst of tears that hits so suddenly, it's impossible to breathe. You hug yourself with trembling arms, nails digging into your palms.

“I don’t want this to be it for us,” you say, your words strangled as you try to wrangle in your tears, “there has to be a way to fix this!”

He’s close enough to touch, and you reach out with little thought, pulling him into you, wrapping your arms around his torso. Your fingers grip into the back of his sweater as you sob into his shoulder, your body shaking with every strangled hiccup.

YangYang doesn’t move, doesn't push you off. He just stands here. There’s no warm embrace enveloping your frame, no tears to share with you. It’s like you’re hugging a stone statue, the body heat that he exudes being some sort of sick joke when all you feel is the chill of a vacant shell.

“Please, tell me what I can do to fix it!” The plea hangs over you like a specter, ghastly fingers wrapping tight around your throat. The silence grows long, nothing more than faint strains of music drifting through the cracks of the windows and doors of the house, carrying some hint of life beyond the two of you. You almost wish he’d begin to yell again, growl about the extent of which you’ve hurt him. Anything but this indifference, this apathy towards the one girl he’s given everything to. But this… this feels like him finally giving up. Like he’s finally decided that you aren’t worth the trouble anymore. You don’t want to accept it, but every second that ticks by is like another nail in the coffin.

You pull away, fingers twitching as they come up to cradle his jaw. The muscles under the flesh tenses, and he recoils from your touch like it’s physically hurting him, looking off across the street with a hollow gaze. It’s a tortuously long moment before he levels you with those brown eyes. They’re dull when they look at you now; worlds away. A fresh grave, its soil rejecting any and all growth, no flowers, no grass. Seeds greedily plucked from the ground by songbirds and rodents. No one to care for the plot when the soul’s story is made up of little white lies. He watches from the corner of his eye as the tears collect on mascara-laden lashes, the makeup mixing with the liquid as it trickles down and off your chin.

“I don’t want it to be over either,” he admits. A stray tear falls from his lash line, but there’s a void of emotion in his tone. “But…”

There’s that pause again, and you can’t handle it this time. The knot in your chest tightens like a vice, brows pulling inward when he goes to take a step backward. You shake your head, his name sputtering from your lips like it’s the only thing that could offer a modicum of comfort.

“I love you, YangYang,” you say the words quickly, desperately, clinging to his arms as he spares you nothing more than a glance. “I still do, please, please don’t- don’t do this! I’m sorry!”

“That’s the same dress.”

You look up with wide eyes, jaw slack as you sniffle.

“What?”

“You wore that dress the night you came home drunk with them.” he says.

You glance down at the fabric hugging your figure, the memories from that night coming back to you in what little fragments you can remember. Clinging to their shirt as you both laughed between kisses, the clumsy fumble of your key in the lock. You had woke up to them in your bed, a raging hangover, and your boyfriend sitting on the couch in silence when you went searching for a glass of water and an Aspirin. You don't remember doing anything more than kissing, but cheating was cheating. And YangYang had been livid.

He shakes his head, laughs incredulously. “You’re insane. You're dead to me.”

“YangYang, I-” is all you can get out before he’s pulling away again, shoving you off him with enough force to send you staggering to your knees. For a moment you sit there in a stunned stupor, your hands splayed over the wood grain of the porch, gasping for breath as you openly sob. Composing yourself at this point is impossible, anxiety clutching at your lungs like a serpent’s stranglehold. Your legs tremble, eyes burning with unspent tears. He hasn’t walked away yet, and for a moment you think maybe there’s some semblance of salvaging this until-

“Don’t come crawling back to me when they put you through the same shit you put me through. Fucking cry yourself to sleep.”

It’s the last thing he says, storming off as he passes your heaving frame with little more than a glance. Down the front steps. Down the path to the side walk. It’s over. You choke back sobs as you fight for oxygen, numb to the feeling of warm hands on your back. Through the onslaught of tears, you recognize the shoe beside your knee as Xiaojun’s.

You try to focus on his voice, listening to each syllable as he murmurs your name in your ear and his attempts to guide you out of this frantic head space, but all you can focus on is the black hole manifesting within your chest. Your heart is like lead at your feet, your lungs burn, and your ears ring to a fever pitch.

YangYang’s words ring in your head like a death knell. The bell’s final toll signaling the end as the shadow of the man you knew disappears down the street.

You have no one to blame but yourself.

Psst!! If you made it this far, thank you for taking the time to read my work 💕 I appreciate you!

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Last song listened to: she's a lady by forever the sickest kids. my current daylist is "old school punk millennial monday evening" and i put it on while making dinner and this was the last song it spun up before i had to go to class. EXTREMELY silly song but very fun to bop to in the kitchen. transports me instantly to drinking in a parking lot in allentown pennsylvania in 2008.

Currently reading: i JUST finished empire of cotton: a global history by sven beckert, which was my big read for school this week… fascinating and deeply depressing book lmao. i am also in the middle of the audiobook of courtney milan's the duke who didn't; i am enjoying a lot of things about it and think it is a very good historical romance even though it has the same shortfalls for me that most romances have, even very good ones, which is not an issue with the book but just with romance as a genre being unable to do the things that makes me truly feral about a book. i am also one chapter into robin hobb's ship of magic as part of my big ongoing robin hobb reread (up until i hit the end of the tawny man trilogy, at which point i will be treading new robin hobb ground… excited 4 me)

Currently watching: i got a paramount+ account so we could watch the superbowl so i've been using my access to watch stuff on there before i cancel it in a month, lol. currently that means finally watching the last 5 seasons of criminal minds, which is a deeply stupid show that for some reason i love very much. due to my grad school agonies i can only watch things that makes my brain feel smooth, and criminal minds makes my brain feel VERY smooth. i have also been rewatching doctor who, but i got through the first four seasons which are the important seasons so i might quit that rewatch.

Currently obsessed with: my big robin hobb reread, haha. idk, i don't really have the brainpower to be obsessed with much outside of my classes right now; my free time and energy are SO limited 😭 i have a couple of my own fic ideas that i'm pretty obsessed with! but tragically haven't been able to do much with them besides rotate them in my mind and make notes in my notes app.

tagging: @bropunzeling @vivathewilddog @larsnicklas @warmupbrawl @plaintoast but only if you want to! also sorry if you already did it and i missed it, if that is the case then i blame the shambles that tumblr has my dashboard in 🥴

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also ive started rereading the series from the start :> so fun. i skipped a lot of whats in volume 2 because rhats the first physical copy i bought so im a bit bored of it but other than that its been so great :) i forgot about a lot of stuff that happened, like the camp they had (i loved that it was so funny). im in the equivalent of about volume 4 rn (my favourite <3) but online because i dont own a physical copy (i own 2, 3, and 8) which is harder for me to read but its worth it for my beloved. im super excited for the later part of 4 and 5 and 6 and stuff. those are my favourites ever i wish i owned them so badly (hoping to get them for my bday soon!!! super excited. i was struggling to think of birthday presents from my grandma because she likes getting me big things but this is good 👍). but yeah its super good. which volume/chapter/section of chapters is your favourite?? one of my favourite individual chapters is 34, faraway morning. :))

"Residential" is SO funny. It's such a great standalone chapter. I love the little moments in it, like the cow quietly saying "Get your hands off me," or Eglamore's exaggerated thumbs-up pose when he says "Alright, camping!" You have so much taste for volume 4 being your favourite. That was a phenomenal run for the comic; some of the very best chapters are in there, and some of Tom's best artwork too (the entirety of "Divine" looks insanely good). I really hope you get the other volumes for your birthday! Are you excited about the new collections being released?

I almost said the run of chapters from "The Coward Heart" to "Tall Tales" is my favourite, but that's like 20 chapters lmao. But there is some really, really good stuff in that era. "Faraway Morning" is SO good. I miss when there were standalone chapters like that. Hardly anything plotwise gets advanced, but it's a great glimpse into our main characters' states of mind, it's hilarious and the art is incredible, and reading through it is kind of like curling up under a blanket and drinking a cup of cocoa. It warms you through.

There are a lot of individual chapters like that in that era. I don't think a chapter like "Microsat 5" would happen today, for example. There would just be a couple of pages about them sending the satellite up and it would be done with. But instead we got a whole chapter about Annie's innermost thoughts and feelings, and insight into Tony, and some new information about who Donnie is, too. Same with "Divine," which tells us so deftly about how Annie, Kat, and Zimmy are feeling, indirectly through symbolism, implication, and Tom's masterful artwork. It seems every chapter back then, whether it was filler or crucial to the plot, did good work to flesh out Gunnerkrigg's characters and make them seem more rounded and real. I think that's why I like that era so much. Not only was the art really fun to look at, the world of Gunnerkrigg and the characters who populate it felt so human and fully realized.

I know I've answered this before, but I don't remember what I said, so I'm sorry if I give a different answer, lol. But I'm really not sure what I would say my very favourite chapter is at this point. "The Stone" is definitely up there. "The Coward Heart," "Fire Spike" and "Crash Course" too. There's so much to pick from. I truly love the comic so much and I'm glad you do too.