#is not even the first time he says something sap or super sweet but is the first he straight up says he's falling in love with me and I'm

[pls-just-let-me-marry-yeung]

Agshskak he's such a sap STOP FLIRTING WITH ME OR I WILL FALL FOR YOUR SORRY ASS TOO AGDGSHSH 😭🖐🏻

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can we get something about reader having a kid before she met Miguel. her ex was treating her poorly while she was pregnant and after she gave birth, having her to clean the house and take care of their newborn cause the ex was too lazy and verbally abusive? After knowing Miguel for awhile, reader becomes preggo and she’s super scared that she’ll be neglected, but Miguel’s with her the whole time. or a happy ending of your choice🫣

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Parallels and Opposites

Landlord! Miguel O'Hara x Reader

WARNINGS: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Verbal abuse, manipulation toxic relationships dynamics, controlling behavior, gaslight, mild graphic depictions of domestic violence, hurt, struggles, fluff towards the end. No proofread.

Summary: Miguel shows you what true love and family means.

If someone asked you, what would be your biggest regret, a simple name would come to mind. Samuel 'Sam' Lawson.

The man that with his sweet words and lies had stolen you out of the comfortableness and stability of your home. A man that had seduced you right after you finished college and spoke about how you'd be his perfect little housewife.

Someone that played a perfect house angel role and had convinced your parents to live with him a couple of days after the graduation ceremony. Someone that without a doubt, would've teached Judas his own lying game since it proved effective on you and everyone around you.

Samuel was loving, always filling you with gifts and smiles, always making sure you knew his heart was yours, and always making sure you wouldn't have to worry for things such as money. You were happy.

So happy that ignored the micro-aggressions that hid between the loving noise. Beyond happy that you grown used to his presence, even when he didn't need to be there and ignored your few friend's warnings of his controlling and possessive behavior.

They were just jealous that they didn't have someone like him. Right?

It was normal for your loved one to pull you apart from those friendships that deemed toxic, right?

"They're always criticizing us, babe. They're just jealous I take care of you the way they wished their simpleton partners would. You don't need people like that in our lives."

And little by little your friend's circle decreased considerably, but Sam was always there. Ever loving and supporting. Even when in his outbursts he always made sure to say it was all for your good, because he loved you. That everything he did was for you, like it's always been.

He loved you so damn much that it hurt and his relief was beer, staying outside home until late, or fucking you till your body begged for a break.

Life was generous and good, so good you had gotten pregnant. Sam was ecstatic. You finally were carrying his child. And it was enough to make you his fiancé.

"We ain't married yet, but til death do us apart, honey." He'd say, peppering your face in kisses.

There was nothing to fear. All those seedlings of doubts your friends had put, were sapped away, He loved you.

Until he found out you were having a baby girl.

His loving and protective facade begun slowly chipping away.

The beer's stench stuck on his body and breath most of the times Sam was awake. His bad mood was always rampant, making every little thing an inconvenience that didn't help your crumbling relationship.

A few dishes rested comfortably on the sink? He'd scream and to calm him down, you'd rush to clean it all up. His snacks crumbs were in his favorite seat? God forbid to Sam see them cause it was another round of cruel jokes.

"Maybe if you weren't that fat to clean, this place wouldn't look this bad."

It was his bad humor. You thought at first. You knew he had a bad temper, but you were too busy falling inlove to actually notice it seeping through the cracks. You were too busy loving him that ignored the liquid anger pooling at your feet. Slowly filling the four walls you inhabited.

He'll change.

You clung to that thought alone, hoping that this phase was only temporary. That he'd go back to the same man you met. The same mn that got you breakfast in bed and took you to dance the many times you wanted.

Not this man that hurt your mind with whatever nonsense about your body he thought and his mouth spilled. Or hit the walls, instead of hitting you because he loved you.

He loves me.

"Where's my fucking dinner?"

He's just having a bad time with the medical expenses. That's all.

"You fucking stay here all day long doing shit, instead of keeping it all together while I work my ass off to get your fatass whims."

"I clean and cook, Sam." your mouth mumbled and it was enough for him to be invading your space, his taller frame cornering you against the shiny counter you always cleaned up.

"The fuck did you say?"

You gulped. The words replaying in your mind but unable to come out of your mouth. He seemed pleased on the smell of your fear.

"Wouldn't it the least you could do to your hard working husband, hmm?"

You didn't want to admit that these sudden hot and cold games confused you to no end. But they fed your hope of bringing him back.

"I'm sorry." You hushed and he caressed your chin a bit roughly, making you look at him.

"I know. I know pregnancy is hard on you, but your babygirl is not an excuse to not tend your husband's need, honey. You gotta do better. For me."

You nodded while he kissed your forehead and you got away to serve him his dinner.

"We can't have any more mishaps, can we?"

"I'll do it better, ok?"

He squeezed you against him, satisfied you'd acknowledged your mistakes.

"Good girl."

-----

As the pregnancy went on, so did Sam's moods wings. One minute he had all the hots for you, and when he was done, having his fun, he'd go back to his cold and rude self.

Any little mistake on your end was the perfect excuse for him to throw his harbored venom your way. If he didn't attack the apparent laziness, he'd go for how weak and pathetic you were only cause the baby.

And the more he pressed, the more you got tired of only nodding with a head down. And when you talked back, he only laughed and blamed your hormones for being such a drama queen.

You amused him, and your fight response even better. Yelling became the new thing in the Lawson's home. And each made sure to have a proper turn.

Until little Lily was born.

Things grew obnoxiously quiet for Sam as you were too focused on Lily to indulge his outbursts.

At least he was gentleman enough to keep it quiet, for a bit. But Sam needed that hatred, that yelling and anger to fuel him. So he found a new way to make sure you engaged into his baiting.

He'd make noise on purpose, waking you both and Lily, keeping you exhausted and at the verge of tears. You even begged him once to let you sleep, you couldn't allow another accident due to you being beyond tired.

The bag under your eyes were heavier, weight fluctuated, but even so, Lily remained your priority. And that pissed him to no end.

That in and out continued, stretching for a long long time, everyone around you kept warming you, but you always managed to spin the conversation around. Tired was always something that described you. Your parents grew concerned and the few friends that remained on your side only supported you and Lily

Sam always had an excuse to skip family reunions. But everyone knew that it was a matter of time things to go sour.

And when your final wake up call arrived, it was like a blindfold had been removed from you.

It wasn't the argue this time, neither the beat down he awaited for so long to deliver you, despite your protest and pleas for him to stop hitting you, but the fact Sam was targeting Lily as the new victim of his rage out of control. Only cause you refused sex to him.

Because of her, you never wanted to fuck with him like the old times, you were never in the mood for anything since she arrived. Would it all be better if she was gone?

Definitely.

His mind reasoned.

But before any more tragedies could happen in the day, the vase he always complained about silenced him as it crashed on his nape, knocking him out.

And it was enough time for you to pack up whatever thing you felt necessary, grabbed your two year old crying toddler, and ran away. Ran into the freedom of the night away from Sam's suffocating claws.

No bruise or pain in your body mattered. No scream or insult engraved in your brain by his commanding and absolute voice did. Sam didn't matter anymore.

"We'll be fine, sweetheart." A reassure to you and your toddler.

----

After sojourning through different shelters and housing programs and financial aids, you finally managed to land a proper job that eventually managed you to afford a car. As long as it was functional, in good conditions, and safe wise for Lily, you couldn't care less about the model.

Your baby was three now, and finally you had managed to get a lease in a place in the middle of Nueva York's city. Perfect to reach Lily's school and your work. Life was making sure to reward your suffering with a fresh start.

The new landlord, however was everything you expected a landlord to be. Quiet, reserved, perpetually busy, grumpy at times but surprisingly, gentle and careful with the kids in the building.

Thanks to Lily, and her need of running away in random moments for you to play with her, you had ran into his apartment, your baby giggled as she stumbled upon a curious and surprised looking Miguel in the doorway.

"My goodness, I'm so sorry! Lily, darling come! This is not playtime."

Miguel chuckled softly as your daughter hid behind him.

"I think your mother is right, princesita. Go to her."

"But she is no fun!" Lily pouted, "And she's always busy and tired to play with me."

Your cheeks flustered and your eyes blinked, truly not expecting for her to vent your personal occurrences, but also hurting for the tinge of disappointment in her voice.

Miguel picked her up, and your heart leaped nervously, ready to take the harsh and judging words for not being able to properly take care of your child, like everyone.

But they never came.

"I know it must be frustrating for you to not having mommy to play with you, corazón, but running into places like that is wrong. And quite dangerous. Something could happen to you, and mommy would be extremely sad and upset."

Lily nodded apologizing, as he delivered her back to you.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. O'Hara. It won't happen again."

"Don't worry about it. They're children."

"Say sorry to Mr. O'Hara for running without his permission into his home."

Your baby girl apologized, and after him reassuring it was fine, that she only needed to be careful, you returned to your apartment.

Miguel O'Hara or Mr. O'Hara for the other tenants, seemed a regular man, always up to something in the building and making sure everyone lived in perfect conditions. A place that most in the neighborhood wanted to live in.

Not only because of him and his gorgeous looks, but the actual quality of life the building had, despite being an old one.

If the sink was dripping, he made sure to see it as soon as possible. You found out that plumbing, wall repairing and other appliances were in his repertoire of knowledge, he was a multitasking man, that always waved your little girl of they met in the hall, no matter how busy he was.

The 'Hi, Mr. O'Hara!' echoed every morning through the halls along his 'Good morning, princesita.' and every evening when you returned from work and picking up Lily.

But besides your toddler interacting with him, there wasn't much reason for you to approach him. Matters of the heart were too recent and fragile to approach. Your heart had so much to do to glue back the pieces Samuel had made sure to break.

And he was always busy. Always with his head into something. Life however had these little moments that conceded you a hint of what ifs and what not.

Like Miguel helping you with the grocery bags that gave you trouble, Him making sure everything in your apartment worked properly, fixing a tire from your car and sharing a bit of his food, something that Lily rambled once to him. She told him about you praising the smell of his food from across the hall, and next thing you know, is him delivering a bowl of freshly made Tinga in your hands.

"Made a bit too much of it." He mumbled with a coy smile after greeting Lily with a smile.

He was good with the other kids, but with Lily he interacted the most. The other kids just greeted him and kept it to themselves.

Food sharing however, was only the start of something neither were aware of it brewing.

It all started with you, retrieving the favor with some baked goods, a flan. Something your daughter saw him eating a couple of times along a pack of coffee. He was always smelling like that fancy colombian package with extra roast. And a little Thank you note.

He replied with an envelope full of coupons from the supemarket on things you'd need, along a 'Saw these in my mail, I think they're more useful to you."

Cause in truth, what other concerns a single and childless man like him could have?

He realized you were a single mom cause of Lily. He noticed how she never mentioned her dad.

"Mommy doesn't like talking about him."

The girl said and it was enough for him to understand.

A couple of days later, you'd have him in the kitchen sink, looking through the pipes of the dishwasher. As it refused to work.

Miguel was patient, and explained what was wrong and pulled out a couple of toys in pieces that obstructed the blades.

Your cheeks were burning from the embarrassment, but he wasn't mad. He wasn't angry at your toddler for behaving like a child. Unlike Sam, that yelled whenever Lily cried.

"Don't you worry about it. It happens way too often than you think."

"Still, sorry, There's times when I just wanna come home and crash on bed. Work is a bit stressful and I just wanna do my best for her."

"Hey, relax." His hand caressed your arm gently, a brief yet soothing gesture that had your heart running leaps in your chest, "She's lucky to have you as a mom."

"You think? I felt terrible when she said I didn't have any time to play with her."

"She's too young to understand all what you must do for her, preciosa. Don't rack your brain about it."

"Thank you, Miguel." His words had been like a balm to your aching soul. None had actually had the decency to acknowledge everything you did for your kid, as they were all too busy judging. But not Miguel.

He cleared his throat and rubbed his neck nervously.

"I... I was wondering if you wanted to come to my place and have some dinner?"

"Oh?"

He gulped on your surprise, "It's alright if you don't. I think... fuck. I think that was too soon." He swallowed again, tensing.

You chuckled, "It's alright. I'll bring the dessert. And Lily if that's okay."

"It's perfect" He breathed, relieved, "She needs to keep me updated in this story on the beetle she saw in her classroom."

You laughed and his heart shuddered at the sound.

"Seems we both need an update on it."

----

"And it flew! It was buzzing and then landed on a flower outside."

"No way! Look at that, you fought the beetle! "

"Mommy says they help the flowers to grow. But everyone was scared and I fought it off!"

"Good job, princesa." Miguel chuckled as he served Lily her plate of food while you cut the flan in pieces.

The not so-date was fun and offered you a new perspective on eachother. And so the many others you had.

But life had been in a weird mood that pressed enough just to remind you, the dangers out there.

You had just came from a true date with Miguel as Lily was with her grandma. You really never lost contact with your parents, and when you grew quiet, they were concerned. But now that everything was going as smoothly as it could, the weekend visits were a must to make up for all the missing time.

You took the elevator first, to change into something more, sultry to match the night overall's mood. The soft caresses and lingering looks between Miguel and you were undeniable. And rightfully so, he had earned that spot into your heart, and what a better way to reward him with something you both died for to enjoy?

As you grabbed your keys and opened the door, a rough calloused hand grabbed you by your hair.

"Well, well.. Long time no see honey."

He pushed you in, but you budged, moving away from him yet his firm grip tightened.

"Let me go!"

Samuel had found you, after years of looking on his own. His beer breath wasn't news, yet the stench of it all made you retch and move away.

He slammed you against the wall and hovered over your trembling form.

"Where's Lily?!" he grabbed you by the collar of your dress and you spat his face.

"Fuck you!" A punch landed on your cheekbone, sending you to the floor, stunned.

"Do you know how long it took me to find you?! Where the fuck is my daughter!?"

He sat on your hips to ground you as his fist hovered over your face. No harm came however.

Strong and tanned hands pulled the paler guy away from you, like a ragdoll, growling as Miguel squashed him against the floor.

Samuel was no match for him, but the last thing you needed was more violence. Despite the anger consuming him, Miguel tossed Samuel off the stairs, earning him a pained groan from the man.

Your ex laid on the floor, unable to get up as Miguel dialed the police. Within matters of minutes, Samuel had been taken care of and took away.

You on the other hand, cried in Miguel's arms. Shaking and sobbing as the landlord himself tended your wounds, apprehension in his face.

How dared that man to touch you?, How dared that man to even think about hurting his own child? He was thankful Lily wasn't around, or Migue truly didn't know what he would be capable of.

You had explained everything to him. How it all started with Samuel, how everything changed and how you had to escape him in order to save Lily from a certain death.

To your little surprise, Sam had been escaping the law for a few years now. But that chapter in your life was now closed and tossed forever to a vault underground and threw the key somewhere you couldn't care less at the moment, nor later or ever.

"You're safe now, corazón." He cradled you against his chest, promising not a single harm would come to you now.

----

The two parallel lines in the pregnancy test finally showed up, announcing the start of a new life within you.

Moving in with Miguel in his apartment, was only one of the many perks that came in hand when dating him.

Your heart finally had the chance of opening and receive and give all that love you always dreamed of receiving again.

Miguel didn't lie, Miguel didn't treat you good because he wanted something out of you, he praised you whenever your efforts came to fruition, and was always pampering Lily, to the point of her calling him by accident dad a couple of times.

But he liked it. He loved the sound of that title in your daughter's life. Miguel was everything that was good in this world. Sure, he had a temper, but never lashed out on you or Lily. He never yelled or screamed, or bait you into a fighting game.

And it terrified you at first. You were so used to chaos that anything like calm and conflict resolution was something you had to learn if you wanted him to be at your side.

Therapy always worked and it helped you to improve all those pestering thoughts Samuel had planted on your mind.

Miguel had taken his sweet time into proving that you no longer had to fear for your life and Lily's. That you no longer had to scream to have your voice listened or that you had to fight in order to have something done.

You didn't have to be on survival and flight or fight mode.

And when you delivered the news to him? He showered your face in affection, praised you for making him the happiest man ever. Even thanked you for making one of his dreams come true.

-----

And when you found out another girl was on the way, you braced for impact.

At first, a deep part you thought that Miguel would act exactly like Samuel, and as much as it hurt you to think that way, some pains never truly left. They just remained dormant and buried away.

But again, nothing but love came your way. Miguel rambled to no end about the baby's room color, how Lily would be an amazing big sister and how she was also thrilled to have a sister.

He was excited. Not yelling. Miguel complimented your body changes and kissed your baby bump in every chance he had, not calling you a lazy fat ass.

He'd cook for you and even going to the extent of visiting the convenience store at wee hours of the night to have your cravings met, not telling you to shut the fuck up an let him sleep.

Miguel didn't allow you to stand too much time once your last trimester hit. He took charge of your home and kept it clean and comfortable for you, not insulting, yelling and accusing you for being exhausted and putting up excuses to have the house clean and his dinner ready.

Miguel was gentle and always praised you. He spent those times when you needed him buried into you, worshipping your body with such care and love before, during and after he was done pleasing you, not fucking the daylights out of you and leaving you to clean after yourself the mess he created, not caring at all if you were sore.

The sole idea of hitting you, terrified him, he confessed once, not amused him. Miguel didn't get off by taunting you with slurs like Sam did. He didn't had fun into competing for who screamed more before your voices gave out, like Sam did.

He accompanied you to every single doctor appointment and even bought you vitamins and supplements, not complained all the way home on how expensive everything was and how much you owed him for the appointment and medicines. If he bought you any.

Thank heavens Lily came perfectly healthy thanks to the vitamins your parents gave you.

And he definitely didn't hit you, dehumanized you and treated you poorly, like Samuel did.

You felt ashamed for even daring to do such comparison, but it was unavoidable. Not when everything you had know was chaos and this man offered you a complete opposite spectrum of a love you always dreamed off.

And when Gabriella was born, yours and his dream was finally complete. You got true and untampered love, and he got a family on his own, ready to show you the true meaning of such word.

[002yb]

I don't know, I just really like the idea of a reverse!robins au, you know??? Just little baby Dickie being an absolute menace to a slightly older Jason, and just being completely obvious with his little (huge, enormous, really) crush on Jason, and just Dick being a possessive and jealous little shit as a kid, before they started dating just cracks me up. And like everyone knows about his crush, but they all think its so cute and innocent, and it'll probably go away, right???? Right???? Something like this probably

https://www.tumblr.com/mlim8/691663407306440705/i-want-to-say-how-much-i-love-your-reverse-robins?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/mlim8/681971460563140608/jaydick-week-day-3-reverse-robins-soulmates?source=share

So I think I may have answered an ask with similar vibes here. (: Here's some thoughts inspired by the first link though! Super cute vibes, kudos to mlim8!

Dick emulating Kon because he genuinely believes Kon is the definition of c o o l g u y. Like, how else could Kon land Tim? The man is playing out of his league; he's a legend. Peak aspiration. Of course Dick is going to be smitten with his older brother's cool boyfriend; Dick needs to learn all the tricks of the trade. He's got his own babygirl to win over. C:

(The term 'babygirl' comes from an overheard conversation and while Kon laughs about it, Tim gets so embarrassed. Despite how he tells Dick to not say that, Dick refuses).

Anyway, Kon? Thriving. Some might call his moves cringe, but Dick is so earnest and hopeful and Kon feels like fucking superman no one can touch him. ;U;

Damian nagging both Tim and Jon about Kon's influence on Dick because Dick won't listen to him; he can't be deterred and Damian is losing his mind over how Dick keeps winking and finger gunning and throwing out these truly terrible, punny lines at Jason and ahhhhhhhh

Basically Damian not liking Kon because of the impact he's had in Dick's life. It's created a hassle for Damian, but more than that? Big brother might be a little jealous. ;3;

Extra detail: Damian didn't like Kon even before Dick came into the picture because he became a distraction for Tim. It's an ongoing argument between Damian and Tim, actually. Damian is convinced Tim keeps Kon around for the sole purpose of annoying him (this isn't the case, but Damian is convinced)

Tim scoffing about it and telling Damian that his envy is showing. Just get laid, damn.

Which Damian gets indignant because no )<

To which Tim smirks a bit and purposefully badgers, 'Alright, Brother Complex (affectionate nickname), if you're threatened by our baby brother stealing Jason from you, then—‘

And Damian hisses because shut up, Drake. Fuck forbid father hear such crass speak omfg Damian will bury Tim himself.

Jason does have a crush on Damian though. The brother complex goes both ways. Or rather, it's a transference sort of deal for Jason that lingers big time because in this verse, Damian chose to save Jason from Joker, consequences be damned. The point stands, Jason is very sweet on Damian.

When Dick realizes this, devastation. Betrayed by his own partner!? Because...maybe Damian would have a similar batman stint where Dick was his Robin?? Yes.

Anyway, Dick refusing to talk to anyone, even Jason. Which is how they all know Dick is distraught.

So despite how it pains Damian, they send in the b i g g u n s: Kon. (:

Who hypes Dick up so hard. Just a bro looking out for his little man, y'know? Kon might hype Dick up a bit too much though because when Dick finally leaves whatever high nook he's sequestered himself away in?

Dick walks right up to Damian and challenges him for Jason outright and the family is caught in a perpetual state of ∑(ﾟﾛﾟ〃) because omfg Bruce is right there watching this play out and Jason is his babygirl, first and foremost.

But Damian accepts the challenge if it means having his brother back. And Damian, the sap, kneeling and drawing Dick in for a hug because fuck, having Dick be mad at him? Someone so happy and hopeful and wonderful? It was like a stab to the heart ngl.

And yes. While Damian's brother complex persists, there's zero intent to act but he still plays into this challenge of Dick's because it's highly motivating for the little punkass twerp.

Meanwhile Jason is just...there. Dumbfounded after Dick winks and shoots finger guns his way with a declaration of: 'you're gonna fall for me some day, babygirl.' But don't worry, Dick will catch him.

And Tim groans because Dick, please.

[sixhours]

Firsts - Bath

Anna’s firsts, a series of fluffy drabbles set in the One Day at a Time universe.

Rating: Everyone Series tags: The Last of Us, The Last of Us (HBO), Joel Miller x f!OFC, soft!Joel, no really super soft!Joel, Joel is a sap, mostly follows canon, fluff, fluffy baby stuff, no really this is sickeningly sweet, tooth-rotting, don't forget to brush your teeth Word count: 1.3k

Notes: I promise it's just fluff this time. Sickly sweet with a dash of humor, nary an angsty cloud in sight. Joel thinks of Sarah but it's not sad.

You can also read Firsts on AO3.

~*~

Anna is eight days old.

“She smells,” Charlie says, handing the baby to Joel on her way to the kitchen, a stack of towels tucked under one arm.

Joel frowns. “I just changed her.”

“She needs a bath,” she says. “With soap.”

He takes an experimental whiff off the top of Anna’s sleepy head. She smells like mine , he thinks, that unique combination of scents that turns something in his animal brain to mush.

Then he takes another sniff and catches it. It’s still mine …just gone a little sour.

He’d forgotten how wrinkly newborns are. They find dried milk in the creases of her neck, her arms, even between her toes, and none of their gentle sponge baths seem to catch it all.

It doesn’t help that Charlie’s milk came in with a vengeance on day three, her letdown overactive and eager, and she drenches the kid if she doesn’t latch right away. The first time the poor girl took a firehose of breastmilk to the face, her parents choked on their laughter until they couldn’t breathe, then panicked that they’d drowned her–never mind that she couldn’t have drowned because she was too busy screaming at the top of her lungs at the indignancy of being hungry and soaking wet.

It’s been a long eight days.

But yesterday the umbilical stump fell off, revealing what Joel dubbed the world’s cutest belly button, and today the kid smells, so it’s into the bath she goes. With soap.

Charlie fills up a basin in the kitchen sink with warm water while Joel divests the milk-drunk and drowsing baby of her pajamas.

“Sorry, kiddo,” he mutters as she wakes and fusses at the air’s first contact on her bare skin. He never noticed how drafty the old house was until Anna came along. If they’ve learned anything about their daughter in her short time on this side of the womb, it’s that she hates to be cold. The fireplace roars in the living room and Joel tosses on an extra log to keep it that way, but the window over the kitchen sink is old and lets in just enough of the winter air to be uncomfortable.

He makes a mental note–soon forgotten, because everything is a hazy mess of nights bleeding together right now–to re-insulate that damned window.

When the basin is full and they’ve triple-checked the temperature, he lowers her squirmy little body into the water and concentrates on holding her upright, one large hand cupping the back of her neck. They used to have bath seats for things like this, he thinks, but one has not magically appeared in the multitude of baby things left at their doorstep, so they’ll do this the old-fashioned way.

Anna doesn’t seem to mind at first. Her little brow furrows curiously as Charlie starts to rub down her limbs with a bar of goat’s milk soap.

“She looks like you when she makes that face,” she says.

He mock frowns, mimicking Anna’s expression until Charlie snorts a laugh and flicks soapy water at him.

“She has your eyes,” he murmurs, nudging her with his shoulder.

“Most babies have gray eyes when they’re little. They’ll probably change.”

He shrugs and quietly hopes they don’t.

“S’not so bad, huh?” he murmurs to Anna, trying to remember if he’d done this with Sarah, but he can’t reach back that far–clouded by thirty-five years with sleep deprivation on both sides.

He does remember baths when Sarah was older–kneeling next to the tub with his two-year-old as a small tidal wave of a splash crashed over him, water all over the floor, coming away with his t-shirt and jeans soaked, lightly admonishing her for the mess but unable to suppress his smile at her delight. He’d done bathtime in his boxers after that.

But Anna is less than delighted and getting less so with every pass of the washcloth. She kicks out with a whine, legs pushing against the basin, and water splashes down the front of Charlie’s shirt.

“Baby girl,” Joel murmurs, trying to keep hold of her slippery form as she wriggles. He can almost feel the protest rumbling up her body, her little stomach going taut with a deep breath. Charlie gently brushes the cloth over her head, and that’s the last straw. Anna’s wail is deafening.

“Shit,” Charlie hisses softly. “I know, sweet girl. Almost done.”

The baby is rinsed and wiped down in a rush. Joel plucks her from the basin and puts her on his shoulder, patting her dry with the softest towel he can find. She yells her displeasure into the crook of his neck.

“I know, I gotcha,” he mutters, picking up one of his flannels that they modified to use as a swaddler–one of the good ones from Bill and Frank’s that gets softer and softer with every wash, the buttons snipped off so the sleeves can wrap around her tiny body like a hug. He takes her to the couch, closer to the fire, and wraps her into a soft, tartan-clad burrito.

A red-faced and furious burrito.

Charlie looks down at the front of herself, drenched. “I’m going to change. I need a shower, but—”

“Take your time,” he says, but he can barely hear himself over Anna’s cries. “I got her.”

“You sure?”

He’s not, but he’s supposed to be the experienced one, so he nods with a confidence he doesn’t feel. “Go, clean up. She’ll calm down.”

Charlie goes reluctantly, and Anna does not calm down, her cries growing more frantic with each passing minute, causing Joel’s stomach to clench and twist. It’s a visceral, rising panic, animal brain telling him she’s hurt and he needs to fix it .

He’s killed men in cold blood without breaking a sweat, but the wail of one helpless infant could bring him to his damn knees.

He moves closer to the radiant heat of the fireplace, shushing and swaying and patting her back through the flannel, but she’s worked herself into a state. She fights at the swaddle which is quickly coming undone. Eight days old and she’s already so strong, he thinks, a momentary flush of pride clouded by anxiety.

“Alright, baby girl,” he soothes, wracking his overtired brain.

In a flash of inspiration, he moves her to the crook of one arm, freeing his other hand to fumble at the buttons on his shirt. He undoes the first five, then unwraps her and presses her squalling form to his bare chest, skin to skin, before re-covering her back with the wrap.

It’s the shock of the sudden change more than anything, but it has the intended effect. Anna quiets, little legs and arms still moving of their own volition, toes digging into his belly and pushing like she’s trying to climb him. Her head bobs, mouth seeking, and he chuckles.

“Not gonna find what you’re lookin’ for here, little one.”

She makes a tiny sound, a frustrated huff, but there are no more tears, at least for now. He sways and hums softly with her cheek pressed to the center of his chest, fluffy hair all mussed from her bath and tickling his chin.

Charlie comes downstairs a few minutes later, toweling her hair, looking at them with wide, anxious eyes.

“Is she out?”

“Think so,” he whispers, craning his neck to try to see the baby’s face. “She just wanted to be warm.”

Charlie’s smile is soft as she trails her fingers down Anna’s flannel-clad back, a rare moment of peace that makes Joel’s heart flutter and skip against his ribs.

The quiet is short-lived, however, as he feels a warm, wet stream trickling down his chest and stomach, soaking the flannel wrap where he’s holding Anna’s diaperless bottom.

Charlie presses her lips together, stifling a laugh as the fabric darkens under his hand and the baby begins to wail. Again.

“Knew I forgot somethin’,” he grimaces.

“I’ll clean her up,” Charlie sighs, lifting the squalling child in the soiled flannel from his arms, then planting a chaste kiss on his nose for good measure. “Guess it’s bath time for everyone tonight.”

[sunflowersand-bees]

the party and bugs

Lucas, Mike and Will all hate spiders. Spiders can go fucking die in a hole. (One time Mike jumped into Will's arms and Will jumped on top of a table where Lucas had already taken refuge and they all just huddled there and waited for Dustin to come back with a shoe.)

But Will likes all other bugs that aren't spiders

Lucas hates cockroaches and spiders, but other than that, he finds bugs pretty cool. (He's afraid of snakes though)

Mike just hates bugs. And he's a huge baby about it too (he just like me fr)

El, Max, and Dustin are all just fine with bugs

Max will kill them if they're inside her house

But El always insists on capturing them and setting them free outside

And when Elumax lives together that just melts Lucas and Max's hearts. Even when it's a spider, and Lucas looks at the thing like it murdered his grandmother, if El insists on taking it outside (which she always does) Lucas and Max let her.

El's favorite bug is a ladybug. She always makes wishes on them and counts their spots and all that fun shit

Dustin's favorite bug is a praying mantis. He says they're "badass" and he's not wrong

One time El found a stick bug and Dustin found a leaf bug and they built a tiny arena and tried to pit them against each other

Max doesn't really have a "favorite bug" persay, but she does like caterpillars. She says it's because they're small and squishy looking, but really it's something about these small, wrinkly, gross creatures going through a ton of shit and coming out of it as a beautiful butterfly and everyone knows why she loves caterpillars but no one says it

Will's favorite bug is a moth. They're very soft and they're attracted to the light, which Mike finds super annoying, especially when the lights are making buzzing noises all night during the summer and they're outside, but Will finds it endearing. Something about them being able to blend in but also having this instinct to find the light (idk where that fondness could've come from /s)

Lucas's favorite bug is an ant. They're so small but they're so strong at the same time. Even though they seem insignificant, they are still capable of amazing things. One time, he admitted this to Max and El, and Max made fun of him for being a sap, but El interjected saying, "I think that is very sweet." and Max immediately cut it out and pressed a kiss to his cheek "It's sweet, sure. But you're still a sap, stalker."

Mike pretty much runs away screaming whenever anyone goes near him with any bug. When they were younger, Lucas, Dustin, and Will used to team up after it rained, each of them grabbing a handful of earthworms and chasing him around with them. Will was usually the first one to call off the chase, but not before he slipped a worm onto Mike's pants or jacket.

The one bug that Mike will bear is a snail, and only because of the shell. He hates slugs, because they're slimy. He only likes snails because the party will sometimes just grab a bunch of snails and lay on their stomachs on the grass or the patio and just race them. Set them down and watch them go.

[loversj0y]

hi! i saw you were taking requests so i thought i’d send one your way!

can you write a sapnap x reader where everyone forgets the readers birthday, and they feel really down, until sapnap surprises them with a little cake or something. maybe he reveals his feelings and a sort of friends to lovers type thing? sorry if that doesn’t make any sense <3

this is absolutely adorable and as someone who has always had lackluster birthdays this one felt so indulgent < 3

also i am begging this formats correctly tumblr do Not let me down pls

Birthday Wishes

pairing: sapnap x reader (no pronouns used)

no tws except for like loneliness/sadness mentions

Your birthday had never been a grand event. Without many friends, you never had too wild of a birthday. Ever since you started streaming, you’d hoped that would change. You had a lot more friends now! And you lived nearby a few of them! But when you woke up, it was… practically silent. There were fans on Twitter, of course, but your friends didn’t say anything. Sure, they were all busy people, and that's fine. But you had somewhat higher hopes. Your birthday tended to be a solemn affair in the first place, but with your hopes being a bit higher, it just felt even worse this time around.

Eventually, you decided to do a quick stream, something to just make you feel a bit better. Everyone in chat was super kind, giving the sweetest birthday wishes, asking how your birthday was, and everything. You played it up for them, you didn’t want anyone to know how down you actually were. Yes, you were sad, but you didn’t want people to know or, even worse, think you were trying to make them feel bad. You’d been live for almost two hours when you started getting a bit tired. It was pretty late by this point. You said goodbye to everyone on stream before logging out.

You let your head sit on your desk for a moment before your doorbell rings. With a huff of frustration, you stood, shuffling over to your door. You opened it, fully expecting it to be just some package or something, but instead, you were met with the face of your best friend, holding a small cake in his hands. “Sapnap?”

“Happy birthday! Sorry, I’m kind of late. I was supposed to be here way earlier, but I stayed up late because I was excited to leave, which made me sleep in, and then-“

“Sap, you’re rambling.”

“Right, my bad.”

You opened the door for him to walk in, and he carefully set the cake down on your counter. Sapnap lived a bit far from you, which was a bummer, but honestly, the fact that he’d driven all the way out here for your birthday regardless was incredibly endearing. You’d honestly been developing a crush for him in the recent months, ever since the two of your first met in person, and knowing that he’d do this much for you made you at least somewhat hopeful. “So, what’s going on?” You asked softly, looking up at him.

“What do you mean?” He cocked his head a bit, giving you a slightly confused look. “It’s your birthday, we’re celebrating.”

You let a small smile grace your face, “You drove all the way out here and bought a cake. You actually remembered?”

He nodded, a bit of a goofy grin on his face, “Yeah. Everyone else remembered too, but, I,” he rubbed the back of his neck nervously, “I wanted to be the first one to say it to you, and I had to make my way out here too, so,”

“So you’re the reason all my friends ignored me the whole day?”

He paled a bit, “Well, I mean, when you put it like that-“

You laughed softly, “I’m teasing you. It’s sweet, Sap, really.”

He gave you a sheepish grin, pulling you over by your arm, “C’mon, I’m gonna sing for you.”

“No, you don’t have to-“

“You’re fuckin’ funny if you think I won’t. C’mere,” He beckoned you over, pulling out the cheesiest party hats you’d ever seen, putting one on the both of you. You crossed your arms but no matter how hard you tried to frown, you couldn’t wipe the smile from your face. Especially not as Sapnap began basically scream-singing the words to happy birthday. Once he finished, he beckoned to the candle burning on top. You carefully blew it out, selfishly wishing for Sapnap. He cheered a bit, cutting two pieces of cake for the both of you. You two sat in comfortable silence as you ate your pieces before you spoke up.

"You know, I’m sure half my neighborhood knows it’s my birthday, now.”

“Good, they’d better. And they’d better give you a good gift.”

“A gift better than your singing?”

“Hey, my singing is fantastic. Plus, that’s not my gift. I actually made you something. I mean, I had help, but,” he rubbed the back of his neck, reaching into his bag.

“You made me something? You did that have to do that. Oh, and speaking of help, where are the other boys? They didn’t feel like wishing me a happy birthday?”

He shrugged a bit, “It actually kind of has to do with the present,” he pulled out a gift bag from his backpack, handing it over to you.

“Really? Okay then,” you carefully took the bag, pulling out the card first.

“Don’t read the card yet!” He exclaimed.

You chuckled softly, “Okay, damn, I won’t, weirdo.” You hummed, grabbing the contents of the bag. It was a bag of your favorite candy, a small mug you eyed when you and Sapnap went to target a month ago, and then a small canvas, with a painting of the first in-person photo you and Sapnap ever took together. It was by no means professional quality, but that made it infinitely better. Plus the little cartooned additions of flames and little doodles Sapnap added. You teared up slightly, “Sap, this is amazing. I love it so much.”

He still looked nervous. “You can open the note now.”

You nodded, grabbing the card and carefully opening it.

‘I know I’m not great with words, so I used a card to better put this out there. I’m really happy you’re in my life, you’re a great friend and an even better person. However, I want to ask something. And that is if the lovely birthday person would give me the honor of taking them out on a date?’

You looked up, eyes wide. “Really?” He nodded softly, looking incredibly shy. “You actually like me?”

“You don’t have to be rude about it.”

“No! No I-I’m not, trust me. I just. I like you too, I just never thought you’d actually like me.”

“Wait so. Is that a yes?”

You grinned softly, “If you’d have me.”

His face split into a grin, rushing forward and pulling you into a hug. “Fucking of course I would.”

You hugged him back tightly. “Thank you for the best birthday.” Fastest birthday wish ever.

[cardinal-copia-popia]

Ghost Headcanons

The Papas Crying/Dealing with a Crying SO

I did this when I was having a bad day and wasn't sure about sharing it, but it's been sitting in my drafts long enough.

Primo - It takes a lot to get Primo to cry, unless it has to do with you. He doesn’t sob or anything, just silent tears. And he doesn't want you making a big deal out of it. If you’re going to offer any sort of comfort, just hold his hand, and he’ll be okay. If you’re in private, he’ll let you hold him. // If Primo catches you crying, he’ll do what he can to comfort you, but he’s not overbearing. He’ll try to figure out what you need, like if you just need to cry or if you need to talk about something. He’ll hold you if you need to be held, but otherwise, he lets his presence and maybe a hand on your back be the comfort he provides. And he always has soft, comforting, and encouraging words to offer as he gently wipes away your tears.

Secondo - He does not cry. Ever. He’s never cried in his entire life, or so he says (Primo might say differently, but he would never admit to anything). Crying is a weakness (in regards to himself), and he is not weak. The only times he might get a little teary-eyed is if it’s about his brothers or something intense with you. If he ever actually does cry, it’s in private where no one can hear or see him. And if he ever cries in front of you? You must be something really special. // He’s not quite sure how to handle an emotional you unless he can pinpoint exactly what has made you upset in the first place. If it’s a person, he’ll go confront them (and beat them up if necessary). If it was a situation or circumstance, he’ll attempt to rectify it. And if you really need him to hold you, he will, but he’s a little stiff about it. He’s much more comforting with his words than anything else and will call you every little pet name he has for you.

Terzo - He gets emotional pretty easily, but he doesn’t sob unless it’s super intense. Terzo wears his heart on his sleeve, and it shows. He’s pretty easily hurt by words and actions, but he tries to keep his hurt under-wraps until he’s in private. He’s got a reputation to uphold, after all. He’s also a big sap, so you’ll often catch him crying while watching movies. He will also gratefully accept hugs and cuddles from you. // Terzo is actually very tactful with you when you’re upset. He often has the tendency to be overdramatic and overwhelming and will often crack jokes to try to make you laugh. But if you’re well and truly upset, he will immediately try to assess what kind of comfort you need, be it a hug or holding your hand or even just some kind, comforting words. He will not leave your side until he’s sure you’re going to be okay, and even then, he’ll keep an eye on you for a while.

Copia - Honestly, it’s a wonder he isn’t crying all the time. He feels so much, all the time. He doesn't need a heart wrenching excuse to cry. Show him a video of cats (or, better yet, show him a video of his ghouls or his rats doing something cute), and he’s instantly teary-eyed. If he’s upset though, give him all the hugs, cuddles, and kisses you can, though that might make him even more upset at first because “you’re being so sweet” to him. // If you’re crying, he’s crying, or at least getting emotional. He hates to see you upset and will do whatever he can to comfort you. Do you need a hug? Will cuddling with his rats help? How about some food? He doesn’t quite know what to do, but he’ll do whatever you ask of him, so be sure to make things plain as he can be a little dense sometimes (and you love him for it).

[heretherebedork]

Two points! First, I can’t fully blame a shoulder to cry on for not having a kiss considering it stars two members of the same band. Given how intense kpop member shipping can get and just the general culture of the industry I wasn’t expecting one. I also am still unclear how much say the boys had in taking the role given the abusive situation the group was in, but they seem to be happily promoting it now so that is good! I’ll give them more slack for not having a kiss than other shows, but I think it shows why casting two members of the same group may not be the best idea.

Second, the eighth sense!!!! I’m SOOO intrigued by this one and it has so much potential. I’m super excited about the longer run time and I’m hoping it’ll mean a lot more fleshing out of characters and motivations than the typical KBL. I have some predictions on what’s to come in the next couple episodes based on synopses I’ve seen and I’m interested to see exactly what’s going to go down. I’m also really intrigued by the ex girlfriend. You’re right Korea doesn’t tend to do the evil ex (but they did do the jealous classmate with a crush in light on me!), but we’ll see how far they go with it here. I’m really curious to see what she knows. Jae Won’s friends only mentioned girls when talking about him dating, but she seemed immediately jealous of Ji Hyun. It makes me wonder if Jae Won might’ve told her he likes guys while breaking up with her or something. KBL and BL in general does seem to be trending more towards having more characters who 1) are actually queer (a lot less “it’s just you”) and 2) have figured out their sexuality before the start of the story. I also think Ji Hyun’s little rainbow light in his dorm room is there for a reason as well. Anyway, I’m super excited to see where it all goes! I’m sensing a lot of angst coming our way lol.

Yeah, I understand why there isn't a kiss but I still find that it felt like a romance that needed a kiss and the story didn't work as completely as I'd like without the final kiss. I get it but I also find it a bit frustrating and I do think it speaks to the choice they made in casting and the way fans act and that... that I am not gonna talk about because it's just terrifying.

I am definitely intrigued by The Eighth Sense. It's doing a lot for me in terms of the characters and the story and the progress we're making already in terms of what we might be dealing with and what the story might be about.

I do strongly suspect that JaeWon is bi or gay and that his ex knows but she's the only one who knows... but it honestly might also be about the kind of attention he's paying to JiHyun and her own recognition of that kind of attention when it's turn to someone else so... it could go a lot of ways.

The synopsis definitely promises angst and I don't know what to expect. It feels like they're trying to walk a line between queer media and BL (which is a specific subgenre of queer romance) and that is a line that I... tread carefully with. Because I definitely like BL for what it is and the more the romance turns into a Realistic Queer Story the more I tend to struggle with the media as I consume it.

@absolutebl mentioned the idea of this ending sadly and the more realistic it gets... the more likely that is, honestly. And that scares me. Even bittersweet endings only work for me very occasionally. I like my sap and joy and unrealistic endings filled with fluff.

Yes, social commentary but also mostly fluff and tropes and sweetness.

So... I am definitely enjoying The Eighth Sense and Unintentional Love Story (just to add it here) but they are both walking lines that can change. I actually think ULS is a lot more on the BL side than Eighth Sense, tbh, but I love them both. This is a line that I like treading but then the line snaps and suddenly I am Not So Pleased.

Anyway!

I like the way KBL is going with the honest queerness in the show but I also know that my preference is for BL over more realistic queer media so... we shall see how the story goes!

[doubleddenden]

Well it only took me a few months, but I finally got around to beating Pokemon Abstract- a fan game made as part of Relic Castle's Game Jam #9 back in August of 2023. The short and sweet of it is that during their game jams, groups of fan devs will team up to create a fan game in a small window of time- this one being completed in about... 2 weeks, I think?

Pokemon Abstract definitely doesn't feel that way, though. It's understandably not perfect, but given the quality, I'd say it's up there with some fan games that have had a few years of development. The big appeal of this fan game is that it actually supports an open world format with adjusting levels in accordance to your progress. So it's not like Scarlet and Violet where you can technically go wherever but gyms are stuck in certain levels- literally you can challenge whatever gym you want in whatever order you want, your progress only hindered by what traversal items you've obtained, such as an ax for cutting, surfboard for surfing, climbing gear for rock climb, etc.

The fakemon in the game are also pretty decent looking, although there's only a small handful, so you're more than likely going to be using oldies. That being said, there's a pretty great variety present in the game with even Megas returning, and new ones at that.

My one gripe is that I think you should be given the flying taxi MUCH sooner in the game, because there's times you'll have to progress through the entire map again to get somewhere you need to go on the opposite side.

Otherwise, fun game! Again, very impressive that this was done in about 2 weeks. Serious kudos. Fun characters, fun adventure, I'd love to see something like this in the future again but with more time invested into original music and more fakemon.

As for my team:

Mega Rusalkat (Water/Ground cat mermaid)- My starter. Like Uranium, the starters only evolve once and get 1 mega evolution. Rusalkat was a pretty fun one to use and super strong, with its mega having the ability Sap Sipper to nullify the Achilles heel that would be Grass types. Really tanky, and also capable of sweeping.

Yusagi (Ice bunny)- My first capture, and also the one that never evolved. Despite that, she was actually the strongest in a lot of cases. Potentially the weakest, but has also wiped out huge chunks of tough teams with a literal snowball effect of Ice Ball. Known for slaying dragons quiet easily, and was the fastest to grow to level 100.

Veewiweev (Bug/Dragon, the Girafarig looking guy)- what I suspect is a convergent species of Farigiraf. One of my early game captures and also very reliable. I really relied on it when fighting everything from dragons, psychics, dark types, even fairies in some cases.

Goober/Arcanine (fire)- Another early game catch, and although he had a ruff beginning, he easily became the most important team member towards the end. With an arsenal to deal with grass, ice, steel, ghost, psychic, ghost, dragon, and fighting types, plus extreme speed, he was often the last standing member of my team and saved me during the final battles of Team Eclipse and the Elite 4.

Gaga/Espathra (psychic)- Yet another early game catch, but ultimately replaced before the last 3 gyms (aka a few days ago lol). It didn't win much, but it came in handy when I needed it most. I felt bad about boxing it.

Gengalita/Mega Gengar (ghost/poison)- my fav mega and a lovely find when I came back to the game after a few months. Gengar was actually caught a day after the rest of these guys back in November, and ultimately became a glass cannon when I finally got her mega. It was useful for a lot of cases- most frustrating was the fact I didn't get a single poison type move for it. Well, in any case, it had psychic and electric moves for additional coverage.

Narlgrimm/Grimmsnarl (dark/fairy)- A late game change up, but a pretty smart one for dealing with more ghosts, dragons, etc- surprisingly it was my main FIGHTING type user with drain punch.

For my trainer sprite, I actually edited gen 3 sprites like Abstract did for the most part, and adjusted my usual character head to gen 3 size. Its a neat little dude.

The rest of the sprites are found within the game files itself and I claim no ownership to them.

Think I might try to finish out Insurgence next

[birdkeeperklink]

✨2022 Writing Year In Review✨

I was tagged by @lassiesspanishaccent! Thanks, Swattie! 💖

1. Number of stories posted to AO3: 11

2. Word count posted for the year: 76,818

3. Fandoms I wrote for: Psych and Gods of Egypt

4. Pairings: Shawn Spencer/Carlton Lassiter, Horus/Bek

5. Story with the most:

- Kudos: Complementary Souls (382)

- Bookmarks: Complementary Souls (107)

- Comments: DoMaystic Shassie (79)

6. Work I’m most proud of (and why):

“DoMaystic Shassie” because it was the first time I’d ever tackled one of those month-long challenges and actually followed through on it.

7. Work I’m least proud of (and why):

“Never Be the Same.” It just didn’t come out the way I hoped it would.

8. Share or describe a favorite review you received:

Oh, dear, I have so many favorites - so many people say so many lovely things 😭💖 But I guess, for recent ones, I’ll have to go with this one -

“This was super sweet, I loved when the dwarves realized WHY Bilbo complains so much, and their reactions when he started complaining again were adorable.  I loved this, loved how they all came together to make sure their Hobbit was all right!  Thanks for sharing!”

It was left on a story I’ll always have a soft spot for, and it always makes my day on the occasions when a comment is left on it. It reminds me that people are still reading those older works and enjoying them, which is a reminder I really need quite often.

9. A time when writing was really, really hard:

Mmm, September through December? 😂 This past semester really kicked my ass, mostly because one of my classes wasn’t offered online, so I ended up driving a ton and it sapped my time and energy.

10. A scene or character you wrote that surprised you:

It’s not a scene, but a whole story 😂 “5 Times Shawn Called Carlton ‘Babygirl’ + 1 Time Carlton Didn’t Freak Out About It” surprised me because I don’t usually liked 5+1 stories, with very, very rare exceptions, so I really never expected to have an idea to write one of my own.

11. A favorite excerpt of your writing:

<<The teens bolted, slipping and sliding in the snow. Carlton watched them go with satisfaction, partly just for the joy of it and partly to see that they really did stick to the trail, heading back towards the lodge, and didn’t turn off into the trees.

It was a mistake, though, because he’d forgotten that there were more than just two hooligans out here.

He yelled, flailing, and stamped around, wriggling to try to get the cold out of the back of his shirt! Specifically, his neck, and oh, God, it was going down his back now, and —

Carlton went still, whirling to glare at Spencer, who was laughing. He’d just stuffed snow down the back of Carlton’s shirt and he was laughing.

“Oh, you son of a —”

Ordinarily, he’d try to strangle Spencer, but today, he had a snowball in his hand.>>

From “Coffee on the Snow,” which I suppose was technically 2021, but I’m counting it in 2022 because AO3 does and I’m lazy, lol

12. How did you grow as a writer this year:

I don’t feel like I did, really. Sounds like a bummer downer answer, but what can you do 🤷‍♀️

13. How do you hope to grow next year:

I hope to learn to let go of what other people think and just write what I want. I’ve always known that intellectually, but I have a really hard time taking it to heart, so I’d like that if I could develop that skill more permanently next year, rather than just having waves of not caring followed by long periods of insecurity.

14. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc):

Oh, without a doubt Swattie and my bestie - those two are beacons of light.  I know Swattie is always there for everyone and always has an encouraging word, and it’s amazing.  My bestie, of course, is my bff and even has kind words for me when I write about shows or characters she doesn’t like. 💖

15. Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year:

Not that I recall. If it did, it was a tiny throwaway bit, like something I was eating at that moment, lol

16. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers:

You don’t have to take every bit of criticism into consideration.  If someone offers you “advice” and you didn’t ask for it, it’s okay to ignore it.  If someone offers you advice and you did ask for it, it’s still okay to ignore it.  Sometimes it’s personal preferences clashing and sometimes the other person doesn’t understand what you’re trying to do - that’s okay, and you don’t have to pay it any mind if you don’t want to.

17. Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year:

I have a short Elementary fic I’m working on that I’d love to finish very soon, I’m collaborating with my bff on a Bagginshield fic that will remain between the two of us and I’m excited for that, and I went back to a really old Buffy fic that I’m really excited to rework into a second draft, even though absolutely no one else will ever want to read it but me.  Other than that, who knows?  I’m giving myself a break from deadlines and expectations this year, since college has plenty of those, and am just writing whatever I feel excited about in the moment, without guilt.

18. Tag some writers whose answers you’d like to read.

Oh, let’s see.... @stevviefox @asublimehimbo @lenievi and...I feel bad, but I can’t remember who’s already been tagged for one of these and who hasn’t among the writers in my mutuals, so...if you haven’t already been tagged and you see this and want to do it, then I’m tagging you. Although no pressure even to the three people I did tag 😅

[eredeha-a]

K A I (a) for kaia, A L R I C for alric and E R I S for eris uwu

❝ ↪ @enavant submitted an ask !!

KISS. is your muse a good kisser? why / why not? 

Not to toot her own horn or anything but Kaia is a damn good kisser. She'll use it to her advantage when she's deceiving and under cover in some disguise infiltration quest, she'll make out with you simply because she feels like it, it's something fun she enjoys doing. So she does it a lot. She's the type to totally kiss her friends. She's here to have a good time.

AFFECTION. how does your muse show affection?

Already answered!

I LOVE YOU.   does your muse find ‘i love you’ easy or hard to say?

Oh boy. I love you is super hard for Kaia to outright say. An example that I can think of involves her canon where the one she eventually married had to wait multiple expansions ( starting from ARR! ) for her to have the dawning realization and growth necessary for her to return to him ( during Shadowbringers patch! ) and finally say I love you to him for the first time. Even after it's still hard for her but she does slowly transition into being able to say it more.

AFFECTION. how does your muse show affection?

Unlike his sister, Alric is an open book. All forms of affection that you can think of, he will show it. The best way is his loyalty. He will be your ride or die. But he's also big in spoiling you. He'll get gifts from acquired treasure hunts or purchases. He can't make things to save his life but he at least has a decent eye when it comes to finding things and giving them as gifts.

LOVE.   who does your muse love?

You. No, but he does share a very strong love for his sister even if he picks on her and manages to get her to fall for his pranks whenever they encounter.

ROMANCE.   is your muse a romantic or a cynic?

He's fucking SAP. He's a wine and dine you kind of guy. He's a total simp. He fully believes in romance and is super romantic.

I LOVE YOU.   does your muse find ‘i love you’ easy or hard to say?

Alric finds it super easy to say that he loves someone. There are times where it might have gotten him into some trouble because he absolutely said it to the wrong people without having the actual emotions behind it but hey, that's just business sometimes! At least, that's how he sees it. Sometimes, he's genuine and other times it is a tool to help him get what he needs out of some quest. He means well but he absolutely does take advantage of his stupid boyish charm from time to time.

CHOCOLATE.   does your muse like chocolate? which one is their favourite?

Alric will nibble on chocolate from time to time but his favorite is absolutely dark chocolate based products. He enjoys the bitterness over the sweet.

EMBRACE.   does your muse like hugs? what are their hugs like?

While Eris might not be one to openly initiate the hug, she certainly won't turn you away if you attempt to hug her. She's a firm hugger, one arm is wrapped around your waste while the other reaches up and secures around the back of your neck, she's holding you in place.

ROMANCE.   is your muse a romantic or a cynic?

Eris is somewhere along the middle lines for this one. She's not super romantic at all but she's not 100% cynical. Though romance for Eris is an obsession. It's dark. It's an insatiable need which is only enhanced the more tempered she becomes. I've said it before, that a romantic interest with Eris is a bad end route.

I LOVE YOU.   does your muse find ‘i love you’ easy or hard to say?

Eris doesn't actually say those words. She says it in other ways, she expresses it with actions if she does have feelings for you. It's not a matter of her finding it easy or hard to say, it's more so that the words don't really slip into her mind. Especially when it might be needed most.

SWEETHEART.   did your muse have a childhood sweetheart?

She did not have a childhood sweetheart but she certainly teased any potential interests the moment that she had the chance and started realizing potential dynamics could exist. She was far too busy getting into trouble and playing around with chaotic things and getting into trouble before relationships even became a thought.

[goldenlaurelleaveswrites]

Juleka vs. the Forces of the Universe ch10

Juleka vs. the Forces of Two Idiots in Love

Juleka vs. the Forces of the Universe (AO3)

I know it's been a hot minute since I updated, and for that, I am so sorry (especially since I didn't think it would take me this long 😬) Anyone else feel like they blinked and April was just gone? Because I do. But the good news about one of the reasons it took me so long to update is because I've been having lots of fun working on some of my other current WIPs (and there are even a few new ones 😉) But I really appreciate your patience and support everyone!! 💖 💖 💖

I'm super excited for you all to read this chapter and I think quite a few of you have been waiting for something like this (I think. I hope). I've actually had some of these scenes written since January, but obviously other things had to happen first. All that being said, I hope you enjoy!! 💖 💖 💖

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She couldn’t help but frown at the sight in front of her, despite how seemingly perfect it was. Marinette and Luka were sprawled out in two of the lounge chairs on deck; Luka with his guitar and Marinette with her knitting. And every so often, he would look at Marinette with his Marinette smile like the completely lovestruck sap he was. And every time he looked away, Marinette would look over at him with her completely lovestruck Luka smile. 

But they kept missing each other. If they would just look at the same time, maybe those two idiots would see what was staring them straight in the face!

It was infuriating! If it weren’t for the fact that she had just touched up her hair colour, she would be ripping her hair out. 

They said love was blind. And so too, apparently, were the two idiots who were so in love with each other. 

Those two idiots were blind… but it was a good thing she wasn’t. 

                                                              ***

She had considered trying the subtle approach. But that hadn’t worked out in her favour with Luka so far. And given his record of being a total and complete idiot about the whole Marinette situation… 

She didn’t want to give him any opportunities to weasel himself out of the talk they were about to have.

“When are you going to ask Marinette out?” she asked, plopping down onto the sofa. 

Luka jumped. “Jeez, don’t sneak up on me like that!” He narrowed his eyes at her. “And what do you mean, ‘when am I going to ask Marinette out?’” 

“I mean,” she said, not bothering to hide the way she rolled her eyes, “when are you going to ask Marinette out?”

“I’m not.”

“What?” She almost jumped to her feet but stopped herself at the last second. Was he still going on with the sweet but completely misguided 'not wanting to pressure her' thing? “Why in the world would you not?” 

Luka seemed to sink further into the armchair as if he was trying to disappear. “I don’t see how this is your business-“

She levelled him with a glare. “Why won’t you ask her out?” 

He sighed. “She doesn’t like me that way.” He said it so matter of factly. So assured in the perceived accuracy of his statement. 

How could he be so stupid? 

“Well, how do you know she doesn’t like you back?” Where had he gotten that ridiculous idea was beyond her. 

“I told her how I feel.” 

What?

“What? When?” His face was bright red, and he wouldn’t look her in the eye, even though she had practically thrown herself against the arm of the sofa in her demand for answers. 

“At the TVi station,” he mumbled, still not looking up from the textbook in his lap. 

So he had confessed… the same day he had been akumatized. But if he had confessed to her… how was Marinette under the impression that he didn’t like her? She needed details! She needed to know exactly what he had said!

And what Marinette had said… 

“What did you say to her?”

Finally, he met her gaze. The annoyed glare he was shooting her was an odd contrast to his flaming face. “It doesn’t matter… and I really don’t know how that’s your business-“

“Just tell me! Then I can tell you where you went wrong!”

“Where I went wrong? What makes you think I did anything wrong-“

“Are you currently dating Marinette?” She took his spluttering as a no. “Then obviously something went wrong.” She reached out and grabbed his arm before he could get up to leave. He was not getting out of this one. “Now tell me what you said,” she said as gently as she could while still leaving no room for argument.  

“Fine,” he mumbled. “But I don’t know why I’m telling you this…” he sighed again. His face was turning an… interesting shade of red. “I said… I told her…” the words tumbled out of his mouth in a torrent, so fast she almost didn’t understand them. “I said she’s as clear as a musical note and as sincere as a melody. I said she’s the music that’s been in my head since the day we met.” 

Damn. The way he so often relied on his guitar… it was easy to forget how good he could be with words. Despite what he said otherwise. Damn… “And then?”

“And then?”

“What did she say?” she all but shouted her question. She was on her feet now, staring down at him as he sank further and further into the armchair. 

He sighed and shrugged. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t… what do you mean you don’t know?” 

“I walked away. 

“You- you what? Why would you walk away?” 

“We were about to play! And I wanted to give her space… I didn’t want to pressure her- ow! What was that for?”

“For being an idiot!”

“I am not-“ he flinched as she moved to smack him upside the head again. But he was too slow. “Will you stop hitting me?”

“Will you stop being an idiot about Marinette?” 

                                                             ***

If he was going to continue to be an idiot, she would just need to get her answers elsewhere. 

Besides, there was another idiot she needed to talk to. Hopefully, this one would give her answers. 

                                                             ***

Queen of Darkness 🦇: Hey

Queen of Darkness 🦇: I learned some new techniques in the makeup class I’m doing

Queen of Darkness 🦇: Could I use you as a practice model again?

Pink Idiot 🌸: Yes!!! It was fun last time!😊😊😊

Pink Idiot 🌸: I’m free tomorrow morning

Pink Idiot 🌸: Does 10 work? 

Queen of Darkness 🦇: It’s great. See u tomorrow

                                                             ***

“I’m going to do the eyeliner now. Do you mind if I hold your eyelid just so it doesn’t move?”

“Yeah, go ahead.” 

She uncapped the eyeliner, and held her breath as she brought it to Marinete’s eyelid. Much like the Universe seemed to sense when she was trying to get her idiot brother and idiot friend together, liquid eyeliner could smell fear. With short, precise strokes, she brushed the eyeliner across Marinette’s lash line, the way she had learned to in the latest session of the makeup masterclass. The makeup classes were really paying for themselves. Because already, she could see how much she had improved in her technique. 

And it gave her a perfect opportunity to dig deeper into the whole ‘idiots in love situation’ as well. 

With a slow and even breath and a final flick of the brush, the eyeliner was done. “You can open your eyes now.” 

“Can I look?”

“Not yet. I need to do the lips still.” She pretended to busy herself with looking for the right lipstick in her makeup bag. She knew exactly where it was. But if she wanted to get Mari to open up, she needed to be cool. 

Casual. 

Encouraging. 

“I like the new pictures,” she said, nodding her head towards the wall by Marinette’s desk while keeping her gaze on her makeup bag. But she didn't miss the way Marinette's cheeks flushed. 

The Adrien pictures were long gone, replaced by sketches and new photos. She recognized the selfie they had all taken the day they ordered ice cream from Andre, and a picture of Kitty Section that Mari must have taken while they were rehearsing. 

There were even pictures from the day they did the photoshoot. There was a candid one Aimee had taken when Marinette was fiddling with the hem of one of the dresses she had modeled. And the selfie the four of them had taken once the photoshoot had wrapped up. 

And in the place on honour, front and centre, was one of the photos Aimee had taken when Mari and Luka were modelling together. The placement of that particular photo on the gallery wall wasn’t lost on her. 

“Me too.” Marinette’s voice was faraway sounding, her eyes trained on the photo of her and Luka. 

This was her opening.

“You know,” she said before pulling the lipstick from the bag with a flourish, “I think you and Luka are really great together…”  

She could see the glimmer in her friend’s eyes as she applied the lipstick. But she didn’t prod her, even as she sat back to admire her finished work. 

“Juleka,” Marinette’s sigh was quiet and fragile, “he doesn’t like me that way.”

“How do you know?” How could she think that when Luka had confessed?

“Nino had a crush on me.”

What?

Marinette flashed her a wry smile. “I know, right?” Marinette laughed humourlessly. 

She hadn’t meant to say that out loud. But Marinette didn't seem to notice. 

“But then all it took was an hour being locked in a cage with Alya- Animan,” she said in explanation, “for them to become an item. And for him to completely forget about me.” 

“I didn’t know that,” she said quietly.

She did not like where this seemed to be going. 

“And then there was Nathaniel…” 

She definitely did not like where this was going. 

“He liked me enough that he was including me in his comics.” Including her? He had been centering his comics around her! She frowned. He had been, but- “But then Chloe outed his feelings in front of me-well, the class, and there was the whole Evilustrator debacle and by the end of it…” Marinette shrugged helplessly, “he was over me. Just like that,” she snapped, “and poof, all his romantic feelings for me were gone.” 

She really, really did not like where this conversation was going. 

“But, that doesn’t have anything to do with my brother-“

“It has everything to do with Luka!” Marinette cried, throwing her hands up in the air before letting them drop to hang limply at her sides. “Don’t you see?” Marinette’s voice was small. Quiet. And bursting with defeat. Her friend wouldn’t even look her in the eye. “It took them no time at all to get over me. Less than an hour. All it took was trying to go on a date with me or their feelings coming to light… and they were over me. 

Like it was nothing.”

“Nino and Nathaniel are idiots.” She was beginning to think all boys were. Or, at least, the ones she knew. “But Luka…” Luka was an idiot. But he was also still head over heels for Marinette, “how do you know he-“

“He walked away. He told me…” Marinette’s cheeks were suddenly the same colour as her super suit. “Well, it doesn’t matter what he said. He said something to me, and then he walked away.”

He had confessed. He had confessed in a beautiful and poetic way- is a way Marinette deserved. 

And she was caught up on the fact that he had walked away?

She got it. She did. Because it had been a stupid move on his part. But she also got why he had walked away. And Marinette…

 How could Marinette think all of his feelings would evaporate the second they came to light? Sure, there had been Nino and Nathaniel—and why did it feel like the Universe was involved in that somehow?—but the situations weren’t the same! They weren’t even close! 

Especially given he was still hopelessly in love with her. How could she not see how it? It wasn’t like he was subtle.  

“Maybe he-“

Marinette cut her off with a bright smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Let’s go get some coffee or something! It would be a shame for me to waste this makeup by just sitting around inside all day!” Before she could even blink, Marinette had grabbed her purse and made her way to the trapdoor that led to the apartment below. 

She sighed. 

For being one of the most brilliant people she knew… Marinette was an idiot when it came to love. 

                                                             ***

How was it possible that the two smartest people she knew were also the biggest idiots she knew? 

Honestly, they were probably the biggest idiots in Paris. 

That was the only explanation for how they could both be so totally and completely oblivious to the obvious fact that their feelings were mutual.

                                                            ***

It was her turn to make dinner, and she had plenty of plans for what she would be serving up.

She dumped a steaming plate of pasta in front of Luka, not bothering to be gentle about it. The beat-up tin camping plate clattered against the wood of the coffee table, jarring her brother from whatever daydream he had been occupying—probably one about Marinette—as she plopped herself down on the sofa. 

“Thanks, this looks good-”

“You need to ask Marinette out”  

“Jules…” his voice was caught somewhere between a groan and a whine. 

“You don’t want to pressure her?”

“You know I don’t.”

“Then stop stepping back.”

“But- but Jules, I don’t want to put her under any press-“

Pasta wasn’t the only thing on the menu; she was about to serve up some cold, hard facts. 

“And what do you think you’ve been doing?” He blanched. She watched as he gaped at her like a fish; she could practically see the gears trying to turn in his head. Something between a sigh and groan escaped her. “Luka,” she began, massaging her temples, “you aren’t giving her room to make a choice.” She looked up at him with narrowed eyes. “By stepping back, you’re making a choice for her. How can she choose you if she doesn’t know you’re an option?” 

                                                            ***

Maybe this wasn’t the best topic to broach while Marinette was fitting a dress mockup on her, pincushion in hand. 

But on the other hand, there was no time like the present. 

“Y’know…” she said slowly, trying not to move as Marinette adjusted the shoulder of the dress she was trying on, “just because he walked away doesn’t mean-“

“But Nino and Nathaniel-“

“Are idiots.” She said flatly. “And they’re also not Luka.” 

Marinette’s gaze flickered down to her feet, but she could see the way her friend was biting her lip and the way her cheeks were turning pink. “Does… does Luka…” Marinette’s voice trailed off, but the question was clear as day. 

She had to bite back a groan. 

Because she had promised Luka that she wouldn’t blab about his feelings. It was the same promise she had made to Marinette. 

Everything would be so much easier if she could just tell Luka that Marinette liked him and tell Marinette that Luka liked her! But no! She couldn’t take the path of least resistance. 

Because she had promised. 

And while she wasn’t one to tell a secret that wasn’t hers to share in the first place… well, she had a newfound appreciation for the importance of secrets. 

Even if some weren’t really secrets, given how obvious they were. 

But she had promised. And she was not going to betray either of their trust. 

She had to choose her words carefully. 

“I can’t speak for my brother.” 

“Oh,” Marinette mumbled. 

She turned, wincing when some of the pins marking the needed adjustments pricked her, and grabbed Marinette’s hands. She gave them a comforting squeeze, and when Marinette looked up at her, she gave her her most reassuring smile. 

“I know it’s been hard with A- in the past. But isn't it time you went after what you wanted?" 

“B-but… what if he… what if I… if he’s over me… ” 

Luka would be over Marinette the day Gabriel Agreste gave out hugs on the street. 

“The only way to know is to talk to him.”

                                                           ***

Even after their little talks, neither her brother nor Marinette had made any discernible move to just tell the other how they felt! If anything, they seemed even more intent on pretending they were just friends. 

She couldn’t help but groan as she watched them laughing over some video on Marinette’s phone.

How did that saying go?

‘When life gives you lemons, make lemonade.’

Well then, it stood to reason that given life had given her two idiots, it was her job to make them see reason. The forces of the Universe be damned. 

                                                           ***

The sun was shining, the breeze was soft and cool and there was barely a cloud in the sky. The sweet scent of the flowers in bloom drifted through the lush greenery of the Jardin des Plantes. It was the perfect day in the perfect place for a romantic rendezvous. 

The trick would be getting them here without making either of them too suspicious. 

Or at least, without making them too suspicious until it was too late. 

Her phone buzzed in her hands. She shrank further back into the bushes she was crouched in and pulled up the text conversation with Luka. 

Idiot 🎸: be there in 10

Idiot 🎸: but why are we meeting there again? 

Queen of Darkness 🦇: good

Queen of Darkness 🦇: it’s a beautiful day. We should be outside

Idiot 🎸: You want to spend a day outside? 

Idiot 🎸: won’t you turn to ashes?

So what if she preferred the shade and shadows to the sun? Besides, she was doing him a favour—even if he didn’t know it yet—he could at least pretend to be grateful. 

Idiot 🎸: also what’s wrong with home? We can just hang out on deck

Queen of Darkness 🦇: ha ha very funny

Queen of Darkness 🦇: we always hang out on deck

Queen of Darkness 🦇: besides, the gardens smell better 

Her phone buzzed again, this time with a notification from Marinette. 

Pink Idiot 🌸: SORRY IM LATE 

Pink Idiot 🌸: ALMOST THERE 

Pink Idiot 🌸: 10 MINUTES TOPS 

Queen of Darkness 🦇: no problem

There was no problem at all. In fact, the timing would be perfect.   

By the time ten minutes had passed, her leg had filled itself with pins and needles, and her other leg was close to falling asleep too. But she didn’t dare move lest she accidentally attract any… attention. 

Especially given Luka had just shown up. Wearing the Jagged Stone shirt he had bought when he and Marinette went thrifting together. And the jacket Marinette had made him. 

Which didn't really surprise her. He didn't seem to ever take it off.

She watched as he squinted down at his phone before casting a look around, obviously looking for her. 

Idiot 🎸: where are you?

Queen of Darkness 🦇: I’m by the greenhouse 

She watched as he wandered a little off to the side, holding her breath as he passed by her hiding spot. Thankfully, he didn’t notice her. A flash of pink in the direction Luka had just come from caught her attention. 

Marinette had arrived. Wearing the same outfit she had worn on the day of the photoshoot. The one she had been wearing when Aimee took her’s and Luka’s picture. 

Marinette had been wearing that outfit a lot lately. 

Pink Idiot 🌸: here! Where r u?

Queen of Darkness 🦇: I’m by the greenhouse 

She was. She just happened to be in the bushes by the greenhouse. 

Idiot 🎸: where? 

Pink Idiot 🌸: I don’t see u

Now it was just a waiting game. From the shelter of the shrubbery, she watched as Marinette and Luka drifted closer together. They hadn’t seen each other yet, their eyes glued to their phones waiting for a response that wouldn’t come. It wasn’t until they had almost bumped into each other that they looked up. 

How neither of them noticed the other’s flush was beyond her. But she did have to smile at the way Luka’s face lit up and then softened as Marinette burst into surprised rambling. And she had to smile at the way Marinette lit up and seemed almost effervescent when Luka said something too quiet for her to hear from her hiding place. 

Now there was only one thing left to do.  

Queen of Darkness 🦇: sorry something just came up and I have to cancel

Queen of Darkness 🦇: sorry for it being so last minute

She saw the flicker of suspicion cross their faces as they got the texts she had sent- the same to each of their respective numbers. But then, as they were both typing on their phones, Marinette said something. And Luka laughed. And they both looked up from their phone screens, and their faces softened. And turned bright pink. 

The dots on her phone screen indicating they were typing disappeared. 

Her smile grew even more as they wandered away, side by side, their arms brushing against each other. And their respective, original plans seemingly forgotten. 

                                                          ***

Luka almost never posted to his Instagram. And when he did, it was almost always a picture that featured Marinette in some way. So getting a notification that he had posted something to Instagram was always a good sign. 

And looking at the picture he had posted, she was not disappointed. 

It was a selfie. Taken in the greenhouse at the Jardin des Plantes. With the backdrop of all the flowers in bloom and the way he had his arm draped around Marinette’s shoulders, and the way they were both beaming at the camera, it looked like they were on a date. 

She scrolled down to read the caption and groaned. 

luka.couffaine: There’s nothing as inspiring as spending a day in the gardens with my best friend @MariBlossom

The idiot! 

Had her words gone in one ear and out the other? Or should she have explained it to him in music metaphors? Maybe if she hit him over the head with a guitar, it might get the message through that thick skull of his… 

And this would just further Marinette’s ridiculous idea that Luka didn’t like her!

As if the Universe was laughing at her, a notification telling her Marinette had posted something new to Instagram popped up on her phone. 

Another selfie. But it looked like this one had been taken by one of the water fixtures in the outdoor areas. Marinette had her head on his shoulder, and their smiles were almost incandescent. And they were both more than a little pink in the face. 

Silently, she prayed to any benevolent forces that could be out there as she scrolled enough to see the caption. 

But it seemed all of the forces in the Universe were bent on mocking her. 

MariBlossom: A great day in the gardens with the greatest friend I could ask for 💐 🌷🌸@luka.couffaine

Pain seared through her forehead as she flopped onto the table. 

They were stupid. They were idiots. 

Stupid, stupid, stupid idiots. 

She groaned. 

As it turned out, making lemonade was way easier than making those two idiots see reason. 

[proserpina-magnus]

☘️ - NSFW alphabet

James Potter if haven't done one

This is a little choppy but I hope you enjoy it! Mwah.

James Potter NSFW Alphabet

Reader: tried to keep it as nb as possible )

Warning: pure smut and no editing

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Super comforting and he’s really affectionate. He loves to massage your back (which will probably lead to another round). And he does that cute thing where he’d rub his nose against yours. He’d cover you in blankets and literally would hand feed you if he could. He basically forces you to drink water as well.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves your thighs, he likes placing his hands on them and laying in between them.

He likes his stomach since he’s worked really hard on it over the last couple of years with quidditch.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He will wear a condom only if you want, but he’d much prefer to go without. He’s pull out game is strong as fuck and he usually cums over your ass or thighs, sometimes even stomach.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

James wants to do collaring and he’s been fascinated and keeps daydreaming about being your good boy or having the opposite and getting you a collar that says “daddy’s _____” (preferred nicknames like girl or boy, etc).

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s pretty experienced without actually have experience, he wants first times to be important so he was actually waiting for the right one (which happened to be you). He can definitely find his way around your body with ease, who knows how he knows how to do it.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary, he likes have your knees over his shoulders and takes his sweet time making the moment last as long as possible.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s a sap so he try’s not to be humourus, he wants the sex to be romantic and he can’t risk turning you off with one of his lame dad jokes.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

It’s a mess, he’s tried to shave it, comb it, trim it, it’ll just grow back. It definitely matches his head hair.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Like said before, James wants the sex to be romantic. He likes holding your hand and kissing your shoulder’s and lips until they're rosy. He just wants to take care of you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Pretty often, he gets stressed sometimes so he’ll just get out a quick wank before heading to class in the morning or late at night.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He has a ton, d/s is very present and the roles switch between you both often. Power play is a must and he has a big thing for bondage, he loves all the different knots and shapes, he thinks the ropes look pretty against your skin. There’s others like makeup, he weirdly finds it attractive when mascara runs down your cheeks.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Usually in his dorm, he prefers to have his time and spend every second admiring and taking care of you. He rarely would want to do something out of order and he needs a quick notice before trying a new location. He usually promises you he’ll satisfy you later if you become needy during class or at hogsmeade.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Everything, fuck me eyes go along way for him. Sometimes you don’t even mean to get him going and he’s rushing you up to his dorm. He likes the uniforms too, he’d purposely mix up your robes or house ties just so people would know you’d belong to a certain wizard.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He’d like spanking to a minimum, but the second he sees blood he freaks out. Even bruises make him worry and he’d begin to cry and kiss over it, promising you he’d never mean to hurt you and he’d be super careful next time.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He prefers receiving it, since he likes the stability of cumming down your throat. But if he’s subby he’s prefer to give you pleasure, he just wants to please you.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends, sometimes after a quidditch game (depending if he won or lost) he’d take it out on you, rough and fast sex was a must so he could released all of his pent up tension. But then he’d get really soft and gentle to soothe over the rough behaviour. If he’s subby, he’ll let you control everything.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Personally he doesn’t like it, a quick blow job in between classes is alright with him or even a quick fuck in the showers in the changing rooms, but he prefers his time and he’d rather have you all to himself for a few hours.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Not necessarily, he likes boundaries so you both talk over them often and he’d just do whatever was in the green zone. Sometimes if he’s being a hard dom he’ll try a risky move, wait for you reaction and depending on that he’ll keep it up or drop it immediately.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Oh boy… he’s not the Gryffindor quidditch caption for nothing. He’s athletic, charming, and a golden retriever boyfriend. He definitely can go for 4 or 5, depending on his mood and on time, since it doesn’t take much to make him cum.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t, he’s a bit embarrassed but he definitely isn’t opposed to watching you play with yourself. He actually loves mutual masterbation and he enjoys watching you show him all the things that make you feel good.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He hates teasing you but loves when you tease him, every little look or if you grab his arm for protection, he’s creaming in his pants. Whenever you whisper in his ear, even if it isn’t sexual, he’s gulping and fixing his trousers.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Subby James moans a lot, he whines and whispers and he likes to talk. But more dominant James groans and whispers cusses (which is the only time he rarely swears because he hates cuss words).

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He enjoys morning sex way to much, he likes the sunlight beaming in and the slow and groggy movements due to being sleepy, he loves the little whines and enjoys the cold air from the morning cooling off his hot skin.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

A solid nine inches, come on he’s James Potter. He’s quite proud of it too, smirking whenever he see’s a tummy bulge or even when you have trouble standing after sex.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It’s high to the extreme, he never knew how horny he truly was until he began to date you. Every day he wanted to take you to his dorm and try new things, he wanted to be cocooned in between your legs.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

If he’s had a long day, it doesn’t take long. He’s a gentleman so he’ll kill you to sleep before he passes out, but sometimes you’d get back from the bathroom and see him sprawled out, a big grin on his face.

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Daichi Sawamura ∘ Ideal Girlfriend HCs

🏐 Warnings/Notes: not proofread, one of the things is nsfw (clearly indicated below the cut), Daichi (like all characters I write for) is aged up 21+ since I'm sure some people think he's still in hs.

The traits Daichi will fall hard for...

Mature - you can't be into silly hs drama. He's got very little patience for such childish bullshit.

Responsible - He doesn't want to feel like he has to parent you. He's looking for an equal. Respects the fuck out of you if you handle your business and stay on your shit.

Independent - please have your own shit going on. Daichi is independent himself so he's not going to long suffer an overly-clingy, super needy gf. He needs to maintain a sense of his own independence bc that's just part of who he is and he can't do that if you're always needing him.

Social Graces/Lady in the streets/Classy - appearances matter to Daichi. It's not that he cares what others think per se, but he does know the value of networking and creating/maintaining good relations. He has tact down to an artform and will not be pleased if you behave gracelessly in a social setting. An honest slip-up here and there is okay - he knows no one is perfect - but if you show a pattern of this type of behavior, especially after he's told you how he feels about it, he's going to feel like you're completely dismissive of something that's important to him and *snip, snip*, motherfucker. In fact, if this is just your personality, his fine, observant ass has already noticed and you'll probably repel him before you even get the chance to embarrass him.

⚠NSFW AHEAD⚠............Freak between the sheets - Listen, behind closed doors all bets are off. Daichi is nasty and there is nothing anyone could ever do or say to make me change my mind. It's okay if you're a little shy when y'all first start having sex, but there better be a freaky little sex kitten hiding in there who likes to talk dirty and call him "daddy". He's dom asf, okay, so you're going to need to be okay with subbing. He thinks a little brattiness is cute, but what really gets him going is a sweet thing who just wants to be on her best behavior in exchange for being stuffed with Daddy Daichi's fat cock.

Goal-oriented - please have an ambitious streak. You don't have to run for president or have a 5-year plan, but have some things you'd like to accomplish or skills you'd like to improve upon and a gameplan to get there. If you're not sure how to get from where you are to where you want to be, ask Daichi for his input. He'll be happy as shit that you value his opinion on such matters.

Supportive - Daichi can be self-critical at times, pushes himself too hard, sometimes doubts that he can live up to his own insanely high standards for himself. So if he's having one of "those days", please take his hand and lead him to the couch. Settle in behind him and give his shoulders, neck, and back a good rubdown while you tell him how much you believe in him and remind him of his achievements. He will be reduced to a warm puddle of sap. Seriously, it means the fucking world to him.

Do not - I repeat - DO NOT chase him. He's very much a gentlemen and not a little old-fashioned so if you start pursuing him, he'll lose interest quick. If he wants you, honey, trust that he will have his sights set on you and you'll know it bc it'll feel like you couldn't escape even if you wanted to. Daichi is a man who knows precisely what he wants. If you feel mutual attraction and chemistry, but he hasn't put the moves on you yet...BE PATIENT. He's observing you. Maybe even lowkey running you through little tests to see how you'll behave or react in a given situation. But when he finally chooses to make a move, he'll go in for the kill. There won't be any "will he or won't he?" "I can't tell whether or not he likes me" "he's so wishy-washy". No. baby love, you will know.

DO NOT try to play games with him. He will not think that mixed signals and mind games make you cool and mysterious. He'll think you are immature and wasting his time.

Kind - don't be a bitch. It's really simple. He's the type that is entirely put off if you're rude to restaurant staff and customer service reps.

Confident - know your worth. Determine your own value and treat yourself well. We all have our off days and no one feels like they're on all the time, but if you're constantly putting yourself down or shortchanging yourself, he's not going to find that sexy.

BUT Humble - be able to admit when you're wrong or that you don't have all the answers, and be willing to learn and grow.

I could keep going, but this is already getting too long and I wanted this to just be a quick, fun thing to throw together.

[ratsoh-writes]

Wait they have heats? Then what are they all like during heat? :o

Here’s the link explaining heats

Sans: he’s not too different during his heat. He likes to joke and call it hibernation because that’s how sans treats it. He does his best to be unconscious as long as possible. He usually saves vacation time from work to take the first two days off. His rarely sat longer than three days

Papyrus: he HATES his heat because it makes him anxious and jittery. Papyrus will work himself to exhaustion during in an attempt to ignore his arousal and anxiety. And there’s not really anything anyone can do to help since he refuses to find a heat partner if he doesn’t have a SO

Star: he becomes oddly calm during his heat. The exhaustion saps all his manic energy leaving him in a nice state of normal. It’s terrifying

Honey: the cramps from his heat make him nauseous so it’s hard for him to keep food down the first two days. If he had a partner though, heats would be a breeze for honey. He doesn’t suffer any personality changes. Just terrible cramps

Red: so he’s super horny, anxious, and sore? Sounds like Tuesday to him. Unless one was his partner and able to smell the stronger magic on red, nobody notices when he’s in heat

Edge: he gets more physically affectionate during his heat. Not only in a flirtatious way with his SO. Edge will also hug red, be nicer to his interns at work, give doomfanger many extra cuddles… he’s still super grouchy though, just cuddly and grouchy

Mal: he’s a seething ball of rage during his heat and should be avoided at all costs unless you plan on being his heat partner.

Cash: he’s… hungry. He has the opposite problem that honey has. Now everything looks appetizing to him. Even sweets. If cash is voluntarily making cookies, he’s in heat.

Oak: heats are not a fun time for him. Oak gets really stressed out so any time he’s awake, the stress makes his memory even worse than usual. So bad he can’t really do much, not even bake. He might forget the oven is on.

Willow: same as oak, his heats are a bad time for him. They make his back ache like a mf, and he has his brother to worry about as well since their heats cycle together. Willow usually takes the week off and spends it worrying about how his managers are handling the bakery

Charm: being a monster infected with the lust serum means that charm is always in a state of low heat. So he actually doesn’t have a heat cycle. He just has to deal with being horny all the time

Sugar: same situation as charm basically

Lord: he becomes softer and less snappy during his heat. Lord will even be sweet to his friends instead of his usual sass. He’s still not down to cuddle though

Mutt: he gets pretty temperamental during his heat and will be looking to pick a fight. Not as bad as mal, but close. Lord forces mutt to quarantine whenever their heats start up because mutt will end up getting injured somehow

Wine: he’s very flirtatious during his heat. It’s funny because wine is normally so prim and proper, but here he is making all the old ladies blush in delight when they visit the antique shop. Rip SO.

Coffee: during his heat he has zero f*cks to give. It’s like all his shyness is thrown out the window. He doesn’t stutter one bit when talking to new people. And like wine, he becomes a smooth mf

Pop: literally nothing changes during his heat except for him being a little tired. Pop is blessed with very easy heats

Rhythm: he gets more emotional and it’s pretty easy to get him crying during this time. His bones are also super sensitive so unless you’re his partner, rhythm won’t want anyone touching him

Pluto: heats make him lazy, so unless it’s canoodling with his partner, Pluto won’t want to do much except lay around and read.

Jupiter: same as Pluto basically. His heats are the one time he isn’t super excited to go out and work.

G: he absolutely hates that constantly aroused feeling and almost always finds a partner for his heats. If he doesn’t though, G turns from funny-rude to genuinely rude during his heat.

Green: he very oddly calm during his heat. He likes to pretend that he’s not hurting and raging horny at the moment lol

Peaches: he gets more social and playful during his heat. Peaches is normally so mild that it surprises people to see him so quick to banter.

Rancher: because of all the hard labor he does, he sometimes misses his heats since he’s too busy to notice the arousal and soreness. Rancher once panicked thinking he missed a season before peaches reassured him that he definitely had it at the same time as him

Snipe: he becomes a nest goblin during his heat and will hide away for the four days in a pile of blankets and pillows he drags into his room. Snipe uses his heat weeks to get caught up on any backlogged paperwork he has

Bruiser: the wanderlust hits hard when he’s in heat. Bruiser only comes home to sleep for about four hours a night. Where he is the rest of the time no one knows

Ace: he’s VERY emotional during his heat and can’t even keep up his usual neutral masks. Out of necessity ace has to take the week off and will spend it sulking unless he has a SO to spend it with

Slim: like papyrus, slim takes the work till you drop route to stave off the anxiety. He usually spends his heats with boss doing any and all fixing jobs the mafia properties might need. Slim prefers sore bones over constant arousal

Butch: he gets super playful and cuddly during his heat. He’s basically a big pest to every one around him lol. This also comes with being extra flirtatious. Because of this, but rarely ends up alone for his heat

Boss: his personality really doesn’t change much during heat, but the raging libido does make him a little more distracted. He usually keeps himself busy and focused by working slim to death. Helping his brother with his anxiety makes boss feel better

Rust: like red, he’s great at hiding his heat and has no problems still going to work on those days. The kids are a great distraction. He’s mopey and listless when he gets home though

Noir: he’s super cuddly as well but less grouchy than edge. Noir will straight up cuddle with rust during heat to try and cheer his brother up. This is a great time for a SO to get him to say something mushy and embarrassing lol

Lilac: without that manic energy Star has, instead of becoming normal, lilac is dead to the world. He’s in pain, exhausted, and too horny to want to look at anyone that’s not a heat partner. He spends it in solitude mostly

Basil: like honey, heats make him super nauseous. But basil refuses to not eat so he spends his heats occasionally checking in on lilac and focusing on not throwing up :(

[strawberrymilkgeorge]

Part Eight. "If you're the imposter, you are canonically Bugsy Siegel."

warnings: swearing word count: 2k (not including pictures)

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A/N: ahehahehoho ik sapnap didn't fly to dreams house before they moved in together but this is a fanfic and therefore what i say goes and i say he did :) hope you enjoy!!!!!!

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"SAPNAP!" Y/n yelled into her phone, smiling against the cool device.

"Bugsy!" he said with a laugh.

"You're with Dream?"

"Yeah, you wanna say hi?"

"No, give the phone to Patches!!"

"She literally hates me. She runs away when I see her."

Y/n laughed and heard a voice of protest in the background.

"Dream claims it's because she's shy but she literally hissed at me in my nightmares so I think we have bad blood."

Y/n giggled and balanced the phone between her shoulder and cheek. "You're still on for Among Us tonight, right?"

"Yeah, why? What's up?"

"I was just checking since you're visiting Dream apparently. I don't want to take away from your bro time or whatever."

"Oh, nah, it's good. I'm only here so we can look at places to live together and stuff. He told you I'm moving in with him soon, right?"

"Yeah! That's awesome!"

"Yeah. But, yeah, I love playing games with you! Besides, he has his stupid George plug-in to finish still so I'll be bored. So yes, of course I'm still playing, Bugsy!!!!"

"I've never made a lobby before so I'm just nervous," she said, the feeling evident in her voice.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure none of them pull that stupid prank we pull with Quackity all the time when we tell him we're leaving and pretend like he's muted. It always drags on for like half an hour."

"Okay, good. I'm literally so scared already I don't need hooligans messing with me."

"Don't worry, I got you, Bugsy."

"Thanks. Hey, can you tell Dream he sucks?"

Sapnap groaned. "I don't wanna be your messenger for your love letters to each other."

"Sapnap!" she exclaimed. "No, just... tell him he sucks."

She listened as Sapnap's voice became muffled and she heard him relay the message. A loud, "BUGSY!!" was heard in Dreams voice and she giggled.

"He's dramatically appalled. He said—you know what, no. You guys can talk to each other on your own phones. I'm not being a delivery boy."

"Boo, no fun. I'll let you go so you can hang out with Dream but I can't wait for the game!"

"Me too! See ya Bugsy, love you."

"Love you, Sap!!"

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Y/n drummed her fingers lightly against her desk as she waited for people to join her stream. She was muted, her viewers only left with the sounds of the music she played and the image of her commissioned "starting soon!!" screen. She double-checked the Discord call she was deafened and muted in to make sure her friends were actually there before unmuting her stream and welcoming everyone.

"Chat!!" she announced happily. "Hi! Hello! Welcome one and all to my stream!" She glanced at the chat which was filled with welcomes and announcements of everyone's excitement. She thanked everyone that had donated and gifted subs before checking her surroundings, even though it wouldn't be shown on stream.

She was bundled in a hoodie, her comforter from her bed wrapped around her and trapping her in a cocoon. The lights were off except a candle on her desk and her fairy lights around her room. It was all very serene. She was ready.

A dono came through and she laughed at the question. "Why isn't Dream joining? Um, because he said no. He doesn't have time for me," she joked, recalling them teasing each other about making time for one another. "This just in: Dreamwastaken hates BugsyGames."

Moments later, a $20 dono came through from Dream saying, "not true".

"Dream!" she exclaimed with a laugh. "You can donate and stalk my stream but not play with us? Very rude. Get off my stream and go finish coding, nerd." Despite her words, she couldn't stop smiling.

"Alright, folks! Listen up, today is gonna be so fun. We got Karl, we got Quackity, we got Tubbo, Ranboo, Sapnap, George, Schlatt, Corpse, Sykkuno," she took a dramatic breath and paused, making sure she wasn't forgetting to mention anyone. "Okay? It's gonna be so fun and I'm very excited!" She glanced at chat and smiled at all the positivity.

user4: SYKKUNO AND BUGSY YES

user5: corpse!!!!!! T_T

user2: omg watch out dream, we got another faceless man he might come for ur girl

user7: omg is this the first time bugsy is playing with tubbo and ranboo???

"Yes, I'm very excited to have Corpse and Sykkuno play today! I haven't played anything with them or Schlatt yet but I have played Minecraft with Tubbo and Ranboo not too long ago. So it should be fun!! Okay, let's join the vc!!"

She typed in the text channel that she was joining before unmuting and undeafening herself. Her headphones were immediately filled with voices speaking over each other, one louder than the rest.

"—aren't, but come on, there has to be something! We aren't blind!" It was Quackity. "Well, George is colorblind but—"

"Hey!" George protested of Quackity's fit of laughter.

"I think they'd be cute," Tubbo said.

"Me too!" Sykkuno's sweet voice rang.

"Quackity!" Karl shouted, exasperated. "I promise you they aren't actually dating! Like actually!!! She's my best friend and she would tell me if something was going on!!" His voice was desperate, almost as if he felt like Quackity was doubting his friendship with whoever he was talking about. Wait, Y/n was Karl's best friend. Were they talking about...

"Yeah, that and I'm literally in his house right now," Sapnap said. "That's two people who are close with the sources who haven't heard anything. I've literally asked Dream straight up to his face and he said no. And he's a terrible liar so I would be able to tell if he and Bugsy—"

"Hi everyone!!" Y/n said quickly, snapping out of wanting to listen to the gossip when she remembered she was streaming. She was worried about how detailed everyone would go into their theories and opinions of what sounded like her and Dream dating.

Where did they get that idea? she thought.

She didn't dare look at her chat in case they picked up on what the boys were talking about, which was very likely.

Quackity and Corpse started laughing loudly at Y/n's entrance while Tubbo stammered out an awkward, "Hel-hello Bugsy!" as if he had been caught doing something wrong. Oh, Tubbo, my sweet son, you could never do anything wrong.

"What are... you guys, haha, uh... talking about?" she asked slowly, hoping they would lie if they were talking about what she thought they were.

"The weather," Sapnap lied.

"Uh, uh, uh," Corpse stammered with a small laugh at the end.

"Tax evasion!" Ranboo shouted.

"Don't let these pricks lie to you, Bugsy," Schlatt said casually, his mouth clearly full of food. Probably a corndog or quesadilla or something. She tensed at his honestly, praying he wasn't going to blurt what they actually— "They're talking about you and Dream."

"M-me and Dream?"

"Are you dating? Yes or no?" he asked bluntly.

"Wha—n-no! No, we aren't."

"TOLD YOU!" Karl and Sapnap both yelled.

"Can we just.. play?" she asked with a laugh. She usually liked chatting with everyone before they played things on other people's streams but she was certain the topic was going to stay on her and Dream and she didn't want that. Bugsy and Dream... that has a nice ring to it, she thought before shaking her head to rid it from her mind. Weird.

"I do have one question, Bugsy," Schlatt said. "Bugsy... what is that? All I can think of is Bugsy Siegel."

"Because you're the most New York New Yorker on the planet," she groaned with a small laugh. "Bugsy just sounded cute, don't compare me to a mobster."

"Then don't name yourself after one."

"Please can we play?" Y/n groaned. "I just wanna play."

"Me too!" Tubbo agreed.

"This is why you're my favorite, Tubbo."

"Yeah, let's get this shit over with," Schlatt sighed among all the agreeing to start. "If you're the imposter, you are canonically Bugsy Siegel."

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"TUBBO!" Y/n yelled as the defeat screen appeared. The boy laughed as he sputtered out a defense. "You and Ranboo?? My own sons?! How did you guys get away with that? I literally said from the beginning that it was Ranboo and NO ONE listened to me!!"

"Sorry, mother," Ranboo apologized before laughing.

"I don't trust women," Schaltt said.

"Schlatt, why would I target Ranboo or Tubbo if I didn't have solid evidence it was them? I'd blame someone like Sapnap if I was imposter, not my own sons."

Tubbo laughed loudly and George giggled.

"You can't be trusted, Bugsy!" Quackity yelled. "You lie every other goddamn round!"

"BECAUSE I KEEP GETTING IMPOSTER!" she defended as she raised out of her chair slightly. She had never been so angry than when playing Among Us. It was a dangerous game for her. Her covers were thrown off of her body, abandoned at her feet, and her hoodie sleeves were pushed up. Good thing she didn't use a facecam because she looked like she could murder someone right then. "I have no choice but to lie!!!"

A new game started and she relaxed at the sight of her being crewmate again. She had already been imposter three or four times and they had only played six rounds.

She headed straight for the reactor to do her first task, closing out to see Sapnap silently standing behind her.

"Ah!" she yelled, jumping slightly. "You scared me, dude. Why... why are you being so cryptic?" No answer. "Ssssssssap.....nap?" she asked softly, confused by his uncharacteristic silence.

George walked in and stopped. "Why are you guys just staring at each other?"

"I was doing my task and turned around and Sapnap was here and he hasn't said anything. Sap?"

Shuffling was heard from his mic before he started moving again. "Hey guys!" he chirped as if he hadn't been super creepy moments before. "I was AFK, Dream brought me Chick-fil-a."

"Oh," Y/n breathed. "You looked super sus for a minute there, bud."

"Nah, I just got food," he said, voice muffled by said food to confirm. "Dream! Come say hi to your girlfriend!"

Wasn't Sapnap one of the ones that literally just argued with the group that Bugsy and Dream weren't dating?

Without further explanation, Y/n could hear footsteps coming from Sapnap's mic before Dream's voice came through. "Hi, Bug. Hi, George."

Y/n laughed, glad he greeted George too. Maybe that's who Sapnap meant in the first place? Why did she assume they were talking about her? Ugh, everything was confusing when she had butterflies in her tummy at the mention of Dream's name.

"I'm his favorite girlfriend," George teased, circling around Y/n's character.

"Also his only girlfriend," she said.

"Oh also," Dream's voice appeared again. "Sapnap's imposter."

Y/n and George ran away screaming, heading straight for the emergency button.

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Later that night, stream over and Y/n tucked into bed, she scrolled through Twitter and laughed at a Tweet Dream had posted. It was like it was made for her. She ran through her camera roll and found her favorite memes that applied to the request.

She smiled widely and giggled at the butterflies in her stomach when moments later, she received a text from the boy himself. Looks like he wanted her number for more than just to make a cabin vacation group chat (which had yet to be made, she noted).

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