#literally losing my mind imagining this having come out then and being part of our whole picture ever since

[statementlou]

[Verse 1: Liam Payne & Harry Styles] I go a little bit too fast I go a little bit too far I go a little bit too late I go a little bit too hard I can't walk away, can't walk away, I can't walk away no, no I get a little bit too close I get a little bit too loud I get a little bit too high I get a little bit too proud Can't walk away, can't walk away, can't walk away, no I can't walk away, I can't walk away, I can't walk away, no

[Chorus: Louis Tomlinson & All] I will never be the one to say that something that you love is wrong You can make the same mistake and I'd still be here no matter what Pick your poison, drink it up and enjoy it Pick your poison, drink it up and enjoy it I will never be the one to say that something that you love is wrong You can make the same mistake and I'd still be here no matter what Pick your poison, drink it up and enjoy it 'Cause you are mine, so all that matters is you and I go down together

[Verse 2: Liam Payne] I get a little bit too brave I get a little bit too wild I get a little bit too crazy I get a little bit too down If you walked away, if you walked away, if you walked away, no So don't walk away, don't walk away, don't walk away, no

[Chorus: Louis Tomlinson & All] I will never be the one to say that something that you love is wrong You can make the same mistake and I'd still be here no matter what Pick your poison, drink it up and enjoy it Pick your poison, drink it up and enjoy it I will never be the one to say that something that you love is wrong You can make the same mistake and I'd still be here no matter what Pick your poison, drink it up and enjoy it 'Cause you are mine, so all that matters is you and I go down together

[Bridge: Niall Horan] Best I've ever known Everything I need You're my highs and lows And everything in between I can't give you up You're the death of me Venom in your veins Brings me to my knees

[Chorus: Louis Tomlinson & All] I will never be the one to say that something that you love is wrong You can make the same mistake and I'd still be here no matter what Pick your poison, drink it up and enjoy it Pick your poison, drink it up and enjoy it I will never be the one to say that something that you love is wrong You can make the same mistake and I'd still be here no matter what Pick your poison, drink it up and enjoy it 'Cause you are mine, so all that matters is you and I go down together

???!!!!!

[jyoongim]

I was just thinking like..alastor in his nun outfit…Charlie takes us to confession for like an admitting our sins exercise (but it’s actually just in the hotel) to confess our sins, we admit to fantasising about Alastor and we reveal our dirty fantasies and he hears it..maybe decides to act on it to cleanse us of our sins….IDKKK

FORGIVE ME DADDY FOR I HAVE SINNED

(Love your writing btw) 

I LOVE YOU!!!! Thank you for reading my horny writings babe!!!

Title: Sweet Confession

”uuuuhhhh Charlie why do we have to confess our sins? Ain’t that a little personal?” Angel asked as she finished explaining her new ‘bonding’ exercise.

The princess beamed “That’s the whole point! To acknowledge your wrong doings and knowing that you can be vulnerable with the sins you’ve committed”

The group groaned but went on with it.

She had a curtain set up to give privacy and a chair to sit and you just spilled out your darkest secrets to a box?

it wasn’t her worst idea. Being vulnerable was good…so what was the harm?

You fiddled with your fingers as you took a seat.

This reminded you of when your mother would force to to church and seek advice from a priest about your woes. You never really understood the point.

You hadn’t committed the most elaborate sin, but you weren’t a pure sinner either.

“Remember take all the time you need! Crying is good!” You heard Charlie say as she closed the curtain, leaving you to yourself.

”what are you here to confess?” A automatic voice said from the box.

What could you confess? Your sin was boring…

”I-I have been pledged with rather lewd thoughts” you said shyly.

”I know it sounds crazy but I…I think about Alastor in these thoughts”

’Why?’ The voice responded.

You bit your lip “I don’t know. He’s witty, confident, rough around the edges. He’s always around and so helpful. I kind of feel bad now” your shoulders wilted.

”He’s just my kind of guy I guess. Tall, Dark, oh so handsome my gooooodddd” you gushed.

”and how do you think of him in these thoughts of yours?”

You gulped “He’s just so polite and a gentleman that it just does something to me. Under all that, he’s a demon. Its hot and mysterious and I just want him to fuck my brains out…not literally…well the fuck part literally but not til I’m dead”

”I want him. Like carnally. I knooooow I can be a good girl for him. I would let that man do anything to me. I want to give my utter and complete devotion to him as he ruins me. I want him to like its a need to breathe. He lives in my head rent free!” You whined.

”I don’t go a single night without touching myself to his voice. Its like velvet. I imagine how he would growl in my ear as he watch me tease myself. Pouring out praise and degrading words as I whine for his dick…oooohhh his dick I know its big I just know it. I need him inside me. To fill me with his cum. To carve my pussy to his shape and make me lose my mind. I think about being his willingly. I don’t need a deal to give him my soul” you trailed off. You hadn’t realized you were ranting. The very confession had your face flushed, thighs clenching at the thought of your fantasy coming true.

You laughed, shaking our head “I guess that’s a sin? Having lustful thoughts about some one? I didn’t really think anything of it but it felt good to admit that to something. people would think I’m crazy…fantasizing about the Radio Demon knocking the coins out of me hahaha”

You took a deep breathe and emerged from the curtain, feeling a bit better for confessing your darkest desires.

Alastor had a wide Cheshire smile on his face. Listening to the hotel’s residents secrets and woes gave him a sense of entertainment.

 Your confession about the red demon was very interesting.

Alastor’s mind had formed a very detailed picture of your confession.

You, doe-eyed and wanton as you whined for his cock. He would make you beg him to fuck you. To ruin you.

You shaking from overstimulation and covered in his cum flashed in his mind.

He chuckled darkly at the thought, Oh what a pretty pet you will make.

And who would he be if he didn’t make you sweet little fantasy a reality?

[moonit3]

Yandere mafia x male reader. I imagine that the reader became a prisoner because he was part of the rival mafia (the reader's mafia was defeated), our mafia boss arrives drunk and wants sex.

this took more time than I expected, maybe it wwas the fact that I didn’t know what name to give the new oc. also this is dedicated to the anon who asked for more gay sex in colorful letters.

MORE THAN ENEMIES

➥warnings/notices: male yandere, amab/m! reader, mlm, nsfw, smut, dubcon, reader is coerced, sub! yandere, dom! reader, handjob (receiving), oral (receiving), anal (giving), both characters are drunk, reader is implied to have a big cock, is that a warning?), yandere is implied to be a virgin but reader is experienced, end is a little rushed.

➥ yandere! mafia man x male! reader

➥ synopsis: losing your group to allistair made you feel horrible, but feeling his lips on yours made things slightly better.

➥ a/n: once again I am feeding the male readers of this blog with this one, so any comments and positive criticisms is welcome to this post. it took me more time than as my original plan was to make it as I literally searched in how to write smut, so this might be better than my last works related to nsfw content and that writing this, I felt somewhat cringe and embarrassed, so yeah….but anyways, enjoy this.

earlier today, the west coast mafia thrown a celebration to it leader after the group managed to taken down their longtime enemies. people were shoot down inside the gala room, making the walls red as the victorious drink and laugh from gaining an enormous territory over the east. the members are happy and dancing to show their enthusiasm over the victory, even the boss is celebrating with his men.

the party lasted hours until everyone fell asleep all over the manor, sleeping at the ground after a loud and crazy party, except for the boss. allistair is somewhere else way more properly than a cold floor of the living room, instead he is in his room, currently teasing his prisoner, in this case, you.

“why aren’t you paying attention on me?” the drunken state makes you worry about the amount of alcohol allistair has drink, definitely more than five bottles to turn like this. “y-you know that you are mine, right? so your attention has to fully mine!”

his body is rubbing against your, trying to gain a reaction from you. the whining coming out from his lips are driving you insane, it would be a great opportunity to take advantage of this situation and escape from this place to never be seen again. however, you can’t do this with allistair being so vulnerable like this, you aren’t a monster like his men.

your hand that isn’t cuffed to the bedpost goes over his shoulder and easily push allistair to the other side of the bed, “i don’t think you should do anything with you barely knowing what you are doing.” he climbs back to your lap, but this time more touch and needy than before. “do you even know who am I?”

he nodded, dumbly smiling and admiring the tiny blushing growing in your cheeks. allistair is planning something, despite drunk, he still one the greatest mind you’ve met and that’s why he took down your group so easily.

“you are my love~” his head is now against your neck, already cuddling you and prepping kisses at your cheek. “and as my love, you are going to make me happy for the rest of my life.”

“really? should you wait to be a little more sober to talk about it?” your free hand couldn’t stop him from zipping down your fly, not when he was faster and out of your reach while doing it. “h-hold it! allistair, you aren’t in the position to make decisions like this!”

again, you pushed him away from you and this time it was a bit too roughy as he almost fall from the bed. the smile on his face gets replaced by sadness, making you stay calm as he lays down in bed with you once more. the unusual expression of dejected doesn’t fit someone like allistair nor the soft cries that are coming from his throat, if he wasn’t drunk, he would be screaming and yelling about you disobeying him.

he began to cry, not even bothering to hold it back as his hands wrapped around your body, seeking comfortable as he placed kisses on your cheek. “please, [name]….i want you to touch me…” his hands goes over your pants, zip down your pants to reveal not only your underwear, but also a large bulge that is already quite big. “can i touch you? p-please, i need to know how you feel!”

your brief are put down to show your cock, it’s hard and there is precum leaking from the tip. allistair doesn’t lose the opportunity and start stroking it, making you fail to secure the moan coming out from your lips. “a-allistair you need—you need to stop it!” but he doesn’t stop, he ignores you and keep teasing you, going faster and more faster than before.

more precum began to spill from your cock, dirtying his slender fingers as allistair began to lick your member, fully happily to see how embarrassed you become because of him. unable to take most of your cock, allistair goes slowly as his throat isn’t accustomed to take it deeper than he wished. his head goes down and up at your member, gaining a rhythm to not slow down nor make you uncomfortable.

“a-ah!” your hips moves on its own, resulting in allistair not only in whimpering more, but also having him going faster as you free hand grab a handful amount of his hair as a way to make him go faster. “AH, ALLISTAIR!”

it took a couple of more stoking to allistair before his mouth was full. his eyes full of tears as you released him from your touch and let him swallow the entire fluids, not letting a single drop escaping his lips. your eyes couldn’t believe that he did it, the man you always feared is now looking at you with lust on his eyes. he wants more of you.

“[name]…can we do more, please?” his zipped down his pants, smiling at your exhausted and dizzy state, adoring how you look. “i promise to be good for you.”

you are kissing allistair softly, something you wouldn’t never do, but after sharing a bottle of champagne with him change things. his lips taste like alcohol, a drink you wouldn’t never enjoy, however it’s feel good by tasting it on him.

between the kisses, your hands (now free from the handcuffs) play with his chest, twisting his nipples and in return, hearing the soft whimpering from his lips. it’s weird to have one of most dangerous man underneath you, ready to be taken by you only.

“p-put it inside me, [name]! i need you now!” allistair begs, no- implores you to take him. “just promise me to go s-slow!”

“i won’t hurt you, allistair.” you chuckled, playing a kiss on his forehead before inserting a finger inside him. the man thrown his head against the mattress and began to whine. “but first, I need to prepare you.”

regardless of trying to hold back his voice, allistair’s voice escaped and echoed through the room. it made you smile, knowing that he is enjoy made you add another finger, but this time a little bit more faster. seeing how his body reacts to your touch is interesting and you want to see more of it.

then, you hit his most sensitive spot that result on allistair whimpering and holding your arms for security. it took a couple more of touching his insides before he came with a loud moan and dirtying his chest completely, now he is the one who is exhausted.

“did you enjoy it?” you asked and he nodded, smiling despite feeling so tired and wanting to sleep. “i’m going to put it inside, okay?”

you pour some lube around your length, then slowly pushed your cock inside him, taking time to get allistair adjust to your size. his moans got louder, but not enough to break the privacy the bedroom gives to both.

“hmp—!” his body shivers when your all of your cock got inside. it’s a new sensation to allistair, you know that, so you take a couple of minutes before starting thrusting in and out slowly, gaining more whines from him. “a-ah—ah!”

your bring his legs closer to you, carefully throwing it above your shoulder to make him take your cock deeper. then you continue to e thrust into him, making lewd noises from the impact between your cock and his entrance.

“g-good—!” his body shakes as you hit the most sensible spot again, gaining a sweet moan from him. allistair moves his arms to your neck, bringing you closer to give you a kiss. “hng—! you a-are making me feel good!”

it took a couple of more thrust to both of you each climax at the same time. you came inside this time, not daring to pull away when the idea of filling him up sounds appealing. and allistair dirty his chest again, but this time he looks calmer of it. after a while, you remove yourself from him and the fluids inside him slowly got out of him entrance, hitting the now dirty sheets.

a smile on his lips as allistair kissed you again, exhausted but happier to experience something so special with you. the two of you lays down on the bed, not caring if it’s dirty, he is staring at you with his lovestruck eyes.

“[name]~” his fingers reach out for a lock of your hair, smelling it when you just stare at him. “i love you.”

“…” it’s strange to believe of what just happened between you and the man who tried to kill your. he is your enemy, someone who took down the people you considered as a family and now you just had sex with him while drunk. it was wrong, but…it felt good at the same time.

“i love you too, allistair.”

@moonit3 writings

[ixiot-ghostrebel]

Hello my fellow ghost, I have this idea that came to my mind while reading some crack sites, imagine a Creator! Reader irritated, did not sleep well, a lot of work any excuse and goes for a walk to clear his mind, then simply sticks on the little finger with some object.

He shouts: FOR THE NAME OF!!, I AM STAR TO SERIUSLY CONSIDERING ERASE (nation in which it is) OF THE MAP.

Along with another irrelevant insult, then how would they react if some acolyte is near or even better the archons of a certain nation. I don't know, I laughed for myself thinking about this and I do not know if you will also find it funny.

In any case if you do not feel free to ignore or if you want some idea to write the priv is available. Bird says goodbye

Hello, @pajarokujo ! Though I do not see the humor, I can get what you're going for! (Is this how Tighnari and Collei feel when Cyno cracks a joke?— /lh)

I'll just do the Archons for this since I think they'd have the best reactions LOL

Venti, Zhongli, Raiden Ei, Nahida, and Furina Reacting to Reader's Tantrum

You were a little furious. You hadn't mean what you said, but in the attempt to calm yourself down, you jabbed at one part of the map and screamed, "THIS NATION. I WANT IT DECIMATED. PERMANENTLY." forgetting completely that you were the Creator and your booming voice could be practically heard by everyone.

Yes...they're panicking.

(Warning: Might Be OOC & Written Before 4.1 Special Program!)

Venti

Wisp boy is now panicked wisp boy. He ain't gonna stop trying to find a solution to save Mondstadt from your wrath until he drops dead. Quite literally.

Man, this bard is going crazy—all of his ballads have a slight air of panic to it, since everyone practically heard your threat from beyond the heavens.

So when you practically run into Mondstadt to personally reassure everyone that you aren't going to decimate the nation, Venti immediately sees your presence as his doom. He tries to keep it cool, and it sort of works? (It doesn't)

"AHAHA, YOUR GRACE!~ COME JOIN THIS HUMBLE BARD TO SEE THE GREAT TREE OF VANESSA!" "Venti, I swear to you, I—" "YOUR GRACE, IT'S WORTH IT PLEASE—"

Yeah, he's not taking the news well. But at least he'll collapse from relief knowing Mondstadt wasn't in danger after you clear up your mistake so yeah 👍 Good job, Creator!

Zhongli

The moment he hears you say that, this man is both protective over his baby (his nation) and hella scared of what the heck you're going to do to erase the Geo Nation off of the map.

When you try to enter Liyue, you "coincidentally" bump into Zhongli who tries to distract and stall you from your "objective," while also try and figure out your motive.

"Your Grace, may you please accompany me to Jueyun Karst? I believe the view there might be well, and I am in need of finding Jueyun chilis." "Zhongli, I—" "Thank you, Your Grace. Please, accompany me."

He does his absolute best to prove to you that Liyue is not a nation worth decimating for. When he hears that it was all just a misunderstanding and that, no, you weren't planning on destroying Liyue at all, he sighs in relief and decides to treat you all to tea.

Even you know y'all need it.

Raiden Ei

Gurl's not having a good time. It's almost like pre-Inazuma Archon Quest all over again. Ei's doing her best to make sure that Inazuma is the most well-behaved nation and yeah, it's kind of a disaster

The moment you step foot into Inazuma, you immediately sent to Tenshukaku to talk to Raiden Ei. She's even got Yae Miko on board with this—they cannot afford to lose Inazuma.

"Your Grace, please listen." "Ei, please—" "Inazuma has diligently followed all your orders, and we will continue to do so if you bless our nation with the chance to continue to thrive." Ei is almost going back to a similar state of being "close to the heavenly principles," only except she's here in the present and not in her eternal meditation.

The moment you get her to hear you out and that, no, Inazuma's not going anywhere, she nearly deflates on the spot. But, as she's the Raiden Shogun, she tries her best to stay composed.

Nevertheless, she's forever relieved that Inazuma is still favored by you.

Nahida

Like the others, she panics. While she is heavily worried about her subjects, and how they're faring, she has to leave that to the Akademiya's Grand Sage while she tries her best to find the reason as to why you want to decimate Sumeru.

She's heavily in thought and the moment you barge into the Sanctuary of Surasthana, Nahida immediately panics, thinking this is the end—the time you tell her to step down and watch Sumeru fall. Nevertheless, she wants Sumeru to live, and she tries to put up a fight.

"Your Grace, please tell me—what is it that made you hate Sumeru?" "Nahida, please...." "We've done nothing wrong, as far as I am aware of. Is there something that was done that makes you think Sumeru betrayed you?" She's determined to not only stall, but get you to tell your (non-existent) reasoning as to why you want Sumeru destroyed.

She's probably the easiest archon that you will be able to tell them that it was not true, and when Nahida hears this, she is both relieved, overjoyed, and making a mental note of your temperament.

Yes, she's going to five you her research about how to deal with your mood. Have fun!~

Furina

Boy oh boy...if you thought Venti was dramatic, Furina goes FULL ON dramatic. The moment she hears this, it's almost like the prophecy all over again. She panics, and she immediately demands that the charges against criminals become more brutal, and that their theatrics and soap opera are to be only top-peak level. (Neuvillette's getting a headache dealing with her, you can tell—)

When you manage to get to Fontaine, you almost don't even recognize it. The citizens are so quiet when you arrived, and moving away from you respectively as Furina immediately rushes forward and whisks you away to the Opera Epiclese to entertain you.

"Furina, please listen—" "Don't you worry about a thing, Your Grace, for I, Focalors, shall show you how Fontaine will regain your approval through their justice, and through their opera!" "Furina—" "Please, Your Grace, rejoice in our spectacles, and enjoy the feast that is brought to your majesticness!"

We know all too well that Furina is a good actor. And this situation really proves how much she's hiding her panic, despite the fact that it's killing her. She's probably the most difficult, a little above Ei, archon that will hear you out about your accidental temperament.

When you somehow manage to get Furina to listen, she immediately deflates on the spot, before immediately putting back on her elegant posture. She asks Neuvillette to go back to normal charges, and she lowers the bar for the stories, allowing her subjects the breathing room that they're used to.

She treats you to Fontaine desserts, so win-win, yeah?

And we're done! I hope you guys enjoyed it lol—See you next time! :D

Ghost Rebel Side Notes: THIS TOOK TOO LONG—MUCH LONGER THAN I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE SJGHKJGHEUHSIE SORRY-

Please feel free to send me any of your requests for Fontaine! I'm too obsessed rn lol—especially Fremmie (Freminet)!!! Anyways, hope y'all doing well lol—see you next time :)

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[yurislotusgarden]

Relationship hc's

ʚїɞ Dazai Osamu x Gn!Reader

ʚїɞ Keep in mind English is not my first language, so you may find mistakes!

ʚїɞ This is just part 1 as I'm gonna write hc's like this for more characters

ʚїɞ word count: 1581

ʚїɞ why are hc's the longest thing I have written yet?

ʚїɞ Tw's: None! Just pure fluff, pet names are used, reader's gender is not specified in any way

ཐིཋྀ Our local clingy cockroach mf

ཐིཋྀ He always tries to be touching you

ཐིཋྀ Holding hands or pinkies, side hugs, back hugs (he won't miss a chance of burying his face into your hair, shoulder, or neck) <3

ཐིཋྀ Speaking of neck kisses. He loves them (both giving and receiving), especially if you jump at the feeling or are ticklish there

ཐིཋྀ Protective. Not to the point of it being overprotective but it’s very easy to see this man would die for you if he had to he very much has to stop himself from going back to his old ways when someone even tries to hurt you. Even worse if it’s done directly in front of him

ཐིཋྀ He’s possessive but not to a point where it’s overbearing or controlling. He just doesn’t wanna lose you

ཐིཋྀ If you work at the agency there's no peace for you :)

ཐིཋྀ He tries to get your attention by doing absolutely ANYTHING

ཐིཋྀ Man doesn't let you do paperwork. Stealing pens or the papers themselves, moving your chair randomly, and forget about ignoring his antics unless you wanna deal with his whining

ཐིཋྀ "I'm dying 'donna!" "I'm gonna die if I don't get it" <--- Dazai whining loudly while either lying down on the couch, floor, or on his desk

ཐིཋྀ "I'm working Osamu" <--- You, who’s been listening to that for the past 20 minutes

ཐིཋྀ You would be able to ignore him longer if the brunette didn't straight up pick you up from your seat and move you over to his desk to put you on his lap

ཐིཋྀ The whining stopping and him actually doing something can go from not waiting and picking you up, which would be like 2 minutes to like 20 minutes, to literally dragging you out of the agency.

ཐིཋྀ Good luck getting up from his lap or when cuddling because this man has a grip of steel

ཐིཋྀ If you don’t work at the agency and are a civilian, the agency would find out about you 2 being together… at some point

ཐིཋྀ You guys would wait a few months to see if the relationship has a chance of lasting and once yall are sure the other ain’t going anywhere not directed at Dazai I swear, Dazai would come up with some way to reveal it in a way that leaves the ada confused as hell and you 2 laughing

ཐིཋྀ It would be probably one out of these 3:

ཐིཋྀ The first option, randomly seeing you out in the city while he’s walking with someone and coming up to flirt with you in Dazai style TM

ཐིཋྀ He probably would do it while he’s out with Kunikida and Atsushi ;-;

ཐིཋྀ I swear Kunikida would get an aneurysm and Atsushi would change into a statue the moment they process your words

ཐིཋྀ Like the moment you say that you’re dating Dazai and aren’t some unfortunate soul who the brunette decided to flirt with, Kunikida is down on the sidewalk and Atsushi looks like someone told him he’s an alien so well the poor boy believed them

ཐིཋྀ The ada asked you if Dazai pays you or if you’re held hostage by Dazai because they can’t believe someone is willingly dating the bandage-wasting machine

ཐིཋྀ “Blink twice fast right now if you’re in danger” ←- definitely not Yosano

ཐིཋྀ “Hey!” ←- and totally not playfully offended Dazai

ཐིཋྀ The second option, updating personal/employee files (2 possibilities here)

ཐིཋྀ It really depends on how long was the relationship hidden, and whether yall are just dating or got goddamn married by the time either of those 2 possibilities (I am not putting getting married in secret past this guy)

ཐིཋྀ One possibility would be the emergency number

ཐིཋྀ Dazai getting hurt happens, and every time the injury is on the more serious side, Kunikida has to look if there’s an emergency contact in the files knowing Dazai has barely anything written on the paper, so imagine his shock upon seeing a number being actually written down

ཐིཋྀ When did Dazai do it? Poor Kunikida has no idea but it’s there now so he’s calling (he perfectly knows it can be another prank and the number may lead to a pizza place or something)

ཐིཋྀ So you got called (Kunikida had to take a minute to realize Dazai’s got an actual emergency number now) and then came to the agency in a hurry, per Kunikida’s request

ཐིཋྀ They probably wouldn’t ask who you are to Dazai at first, after seeing you worried. But after that when Yosano told you his condition and you calmed down? Bombarded with questions. Dazai aint getting out of them either after waking up

ཐིཋྀ And the third option, Kunikida going through employee files and seeing Dazai has ‘married’ on the marital status-

ཐིཋྀ So here would be the typical “There’s no way *you* are married”. Dazai would, of course, act offended because “What do you mean no one would want to marry me Kunikida-kun?!” and would either show his ring and call you to come to the agency or only show his ring to others and leave them in mystery for some time

ཐིཋྀ Jesus, I went off track, this was meant to be relationship hcs (may write one of the 3 ideas tho)

ཐིཋྀ Anyway

ཐིཋྀ He’s so soft and careful with you because he thinks he will scare you away (he won’t) :(

ཐིཋྀ He WILL take you to Oda’s grave at one point, as well as tell you about his past, even if not everything, you still know more than most people

ཐིཋྀ If Dazai’s not at the agency when he’s supposed to and you want to find him? The best option is to look wherever his little ‘bella is! He’s most likely with you (read: clinging onto you like a koala)

ཐིཋྀ Wearing anything of his is an invitation to touch you in his eyes

ཐིཋྀ Whether he steals your clothes depends simply on whether they fit him (even if tight) or not

ཐིཋྀ PLEASE wear his clothes, and do domestic shit with him. He’s falling in love all over again every time. He literally melts inside

ཐིཋྀ I don’t think it depends on when you met dazai, you know Chuuya in some damn way. If you met while he was in the mafia then knowing Chuuya is obvious if talking about how, but after Dazai left the PM, it depends on whether you work at the agency or not

ཐིཋྀ If you’re a civilian, it was most likely a chance meeting, like while you and Dazai were out on a date, or randomly out of the apartment/house for like shopping or something

ཐིཋྀ If you work at the agency, really possible it was because of a mission

ཐིཋྀ Changing the topic, I wouldn’t let this guy into the kitchen let me tell you. Unless you want something to be on fire (he once burned water and it was the most confusing thing you have ever seen. You both still just don’t know how he managed to achieve that but you never again let him cook when you’re not in the kitchen for even a minute)

ཐིཋྀ Use his shampoo and/or body wash and then proceed to wear anything of his, I dare you. You will have a Dazai-looking puddle on the floor the minute he realizes what you did

ཐིཋྀ I was about to write jealousy hcs but with how many ideas I have on that topic, I will just write another post for that

ཐིཋྀ Remember his look from Dead Apple? He saved that suit and that’s how he looks on some of the dates -the ones paid for with Kunikida’s money-

ཐིཋྀ On the other hand, most dates etc. are really casual and cute. A picnic in a more isolated place, sitting there until the stars come out, mini dates to cafes, library, arcade, or even just a peaceful walk around, during the day and at night under the night sky

ཐིཋྀ Yes, he buys you flowers, there’s no schedule whatsoever, so you can never fully predict when he is going to have a bouquet in his hands or not when visiting

ཐིཋྀ If you’re a foreigner, he’s so learning your mother tongue to some degree (depends how hard it is but probably will end up quite fluent in it after some time)

ཐིཋྀ He can shit-talk people even more with that, and he wants to flirt with you in your own language at one point

ཐིཋྀ“You’re so pretty ‘samu”

“‘bella, Japanese or another language I can understand please”

“But I like this more than a normal conversation tho”

“...I’m pretty sure you just disagreed”

“Maybe I did, pretty boy”

“I’m confused. You are either cussing me out or complimenting me.”

“And you shall stay in mystery forever.”

“‘donna!”

ཐིཋྀ ^ One of the convos yall had before he started learning (if it’s a language he doesn’t already know)

ཐིཋྀ You wanted to confuse him to have tease material for later

ཐིཋྀ You succeeded

ཐིཋྀ I hc that he and Chuuya learned different languages from Kouyou for work so get ready to be flirted with in a language you don’t understand most likely

ཐིཋྀ Kisses are either really damn soft that make you melt or are greedy ones that make you want more. No in-between with this mf

He very much uses the needy kisses to tease and/or frustrate you

ཐིཋྀ He loves you I swear, you will never notice just how much he does. When he says you are his reason as to why he’s still alive he very much means that :(

ཐིཋྀ Speaking of, the suicide attempts get rarer with the passing days. They happen, but not as much anymore <3

Notes, comments, reblogs are greatly appreciated &lt;3

[sleepparalysisdemon112]

i literally adore your writing !! i reread atleast 3 of your stories everyday

can you do a fred weasley x a loud, troublesome reader ? maybe a girl that’s exactly like him?

Fred Weasley seemed to always be my competition, not in academics, but in being the most disruptive in class. It was like a game almost, and although everyone thought we despised each other little did they know we had our own ordeals. You see the deal was whoever could make the most people laugh, or whoever could get kicked out first would be the one to receive the most pleasure, and right now I was losing profusely.

So far in this hour class period, he had made four people laugh while I only had one. In my defense, it was one of my not-so-creative days after being kept up till midnight by having my entire body kissed. The most annoying thing is every time he would make another person laugh he would lock his eyes on mine and smile.

"Alright class please close your notebooks and head to your study periods," I was in for it. I already knew what he would want.

I close my notebook and collect my things before entering the corridor on the way to the girl's abandoned bathroom. I could feel him behind me not close but enough that his gaze is so noticeable.

By the time I get there, I'm waiting in the second stall that we always go to.

I heat the door open and prepare myself for whatever he's about to ask me to do.

He enters the stall and I step back giving him room to fit inside he places his hand on my face and pulls me in for a kiss without saying anything. "You haven't lost in a while, love," he kisses across my cheek and down to my jaw, "What do you want me to do Freddie?" I ask through breaths, "I want you to suck my dick," he says on my neck and I'm already imagining the feeling, I haven't done this since the first time we made this agreement.

"sit down then," I say as he releases from the kiss and smiles down at me.

He listens and begins dropping his pants and sitting down on the seat of the toilet. Once he's sat and his pants and underwear are down I place myself in front of his semi-hard dick my knees hurting against the floor, but I don't care I only have one thing on my mind as of now.

I grab it and begin stroking it as precum falls down and his dick becomes harder. "Fuck y/n, I worked extra hard to feel that fucking mouth," with that comment I place his tip in my mouth and circle my tongue around his tip before slowly going down on his length stroking the parts I can't fit in my mouth. "Merlin, y/n-" I go a bit faster and go up to circle my tongue on his tip a bit more before going back down and taking as much as I can.

"Fuck I won't last long-" so I go a bit faster ready to taste him.

"Fuck, fuck-" and with a couple more strokes he comes and I swallow all of it down.

"I've got to win more."

[strapinandstraponyourstrapons]

puppy pack || thiam centric || completed || 5 chapters || 11k words || fluff and humor and a smidge of angst with a happy ending

summary:

Brett hosts a house party for the Puppy Pack. Liam and Theo get their clothes all wet.

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“Whatever happened to all your brain cells, anyway?” Theo continues.

“My dad beat them out of me,” Liam answers without hesitation, several seconds before his brain-to-mouth filter in its current intoxicated state can keep up.

holy shit i finally finished this gargantuan (by my standards anyway) monstrosity. the first chapter is up!! and the rest is coming over the next few weeks.

this fic is pre-relationship because, although there’s a lot of cute thiam scenes (i hope), they are drunk, so i didn’t want to make them do anything too crazy. also this fic is kind of written so you can imagine slotting it in somewhere in a larger, slowest-of-slow-burns, overarching thiam story, so it’s not the right timing in my mind for them to get together just yet. this fic would be like a b-plot to an episode somewhere towards the end of the theoretical 7a that i like to imagine, intercut with scott and the older pack members Doing Plot Things like a bunch of losers.

if you want to know what sort of ride you’re getting into, this fic is mostly fluff and humour, just a happy little snapshot of the puppy pack being stupid kids and having fun. we take a brief dip into angst for chapters 3 & 4 but it has a happy ending and the angstiness doesn’t outweigh the shenaniganness too much imo. i wrote it to feel like some of the drinking experiences i have had as a youth, so hopefully it’s an authentic mix of dumbassery in a good way and dumbassery in an oh-my-god-you-could-have-died way. 

this fic is dedicated to

@thiamsxbitch for leaving a lovely comment on “i lost my heart under the bridge” a few weeks ago that got me thinking about writing again, and for encouraging me all throughout, inspiring me with her own writing, validating my choice to post it in chapters even though the poll said no, being a lovely ray of sunshine, and making this fandom a more welcoming place🖤

@pearlspouch for  gifting me a work that i decided to link this one to very slightly… it doesn't line up perfectly but at one point i mention liam and mason making a bet about skirts. if you want to know how that goes, you should read “You Look My Way And I Lose My Breath” by issawhatevah on ao3!!! i absolutely adore it, and it’s a brilliant read especially if you’re unsatisfied with thiam not (officially, anyway) getting together at the end of this. thanks again to sina for being an absolute legend🖤

@nuxmediocre for saying she would read this fic if i left it with its draft title (“weredickheads part four: why are you buying clothes at the soup store”). i did end up with a proper title, but i was just glad that someone appreciated my sense of humour, so thanks for that🖤

and to my real life friend and housemate who drank too much on the day i had literally just started planning to write this idea, for giving me first hand experience about dealing with someone who’s so sick from alcohol that you consider calling an ambulance. glad you survived bud, and your sacrifice contributed so much to gay fanfiction🙏

if you subject yourself to reading this, please leave me a comment with your thoughts and i will be eternally grateful🔥🖤🔥 tell me a song or songs that you think the puppy pack would absolutely thrive to (no, we do not care that it’s supposed to be 2014 in the timeline so don’t worry about that)

[namorslutfanfiction]

ANOTHER BLURB ASK GAME

Send me a number and a character (Rafa, Alejandro, Namor, and Tenoch) and I will write a little blurb. 500words or less tbh.

Please keep it one prompt and one character per ask. But you can request multiple times.

“Want a massage? I've been told that I’m very good with my hands” *gets a pillow thrown at them*

“YOU ASSHOLE” “HEY what did I do” “WHAT DIDNT YOU DO?? I WAS HALF WAY THROUGH AN EXTREMELY IMPORTANT PRESENTATION and I took my jacket off and the CEO of the company is asking me if I got hurt because I have a bruise on my neck.”

”would it kill you to be gentle?” “if you didn’t want it to hurt, you PROBABLY SHOULDN’T HAVE GOTTEN STABBED IN THE FIRST PLACE”

“I think all the bottles in this bar must be jealous, cause your beauty is the most intoxicating thing in this place.”

"Look, I was just innocently trying to mind my own business and have a drink when an angel walked by and took my breath away. That's you. You're the angel."

I made a promise to protect you. That doesn't change now that I hate you.

What would you have preferred? Drowning or burning? That was all you had left if I hadn't saved you.

You are safe here. I know that you think you have to be the one protecting everyone else. But here, I protect you.

If you turn away, if you walk out of this room, you sign your death sentence. Do not make me kill one who I dreamt of a whole future with.

Did you just moan? He literally just walked in and your first response is to moan?

Why do you still have that? *nervously tries to hide object*

Beg me. Beg me to make you mine.

You have no idea what you do to me? You could have me at your beck and call. Just ask.

I know this isn't what you had planned. But I am happy that it happened.

I would die for you. I would kill for you. Is that not enough?

Look at me. Don't think about any of them. Look at me, my love. Breathe. I am here, I will always be here. No one will hurt you.

Horrific. Honestly, it's just disgusting. I'm not wearing that.

God has favorites and so do I. And guess what you're neither of ours.

I'm really going to need you to stop glowering so loudly. It's giving me a migraine.

You have no sense of self preservation if you have come here to yell at me!

A lot has changed. But one thing that won't is how much I love you.

"Who did this?!" "It's none of your business!" "YOU are my business. Now tell me."

I imagined our reunion being a bit warmer than this.

Did you get a tattoo? Oh God.

Will you hurry up? I haven't got all day to lay here.

If you break my heart I will make your life a living hell. So Don't. :)

Nothing, I was not distracted by your (insert body part here), not at all. You're being weird.

"Is that?" "Yes" "Wait here." "Don't-"

"I know I'm not your first love but let me be your last."

"You can't win against someone who has nothing to lose."

"I'm gonna kiss you, just go with it okay."

"I intend to live forever. So far, so good."

"Obviously you've mistaken me for somebody who gives a shit"

"I'm gonna pack up and go straight to hell now, I guess."

"She knows all my secrets, except one: that I'm in love with her."

"Don't do it, don't lie to me again."

"You aren't cold?" "Why would I be cold?" "Nevermind."

"Fuck you." "if you insist."

"So is this a costume or do you normally look like this?"

"I know every inch of your body and I know for a fact that scar wasn't there before."

"You're more dangerous than you look."

"Scoot over, you're hogging the bed."

"Run, don't look back. Promise me you won't look back."

"I can't believe you just did that. You actually hit me."

"Blood looks good on you."

"What have you done to me? How did you make me care so much about you?"

"I'm angry, I'm livid, I'm absolutely fucking furious with you. But there's no point to it. You'll never change and I'll still love you."

"You deserved better than what you had, so I gave you better."

"Say that again."

"I admire you. You're stronger than I am."

"Keep your eyes closed and don't make a sound."

"The man who wins your heart will be so lucky."

"My family thinks we are dating."

"Let me go! I swear to god if you don't let me go I'll kill every last one of you!"

"Marry me." "Well that wasn't very romantic." "I didn't think we had the luxury."

"Can I love you?"

"I'm not going to leave you."

"I gave up on you a long time ago."

"I don't want to know."

"But I want to hear you sing."

Person A finds out Person B loves them after eaves dropping on a conversation.

"will i see you again?" "i can't make any promises..."

"i can't take this.." "i want you to have it. think of me."

"I didn't think I would ever feel like this about anyone."

“You do this thing with your hands when you get nervous.  Why?”

“You’re right.  I don’t understand.  I may never fully understand what you’re going through.  But please let me help you get through this.”

"This is all your fault. If only you weren’t so fucking beautiful and smart and funny and perfect, I might not have fallen for you.

"You have a pretty smile, you should really do it more often."

"Admit it! You've liked me all along!"

"I thought you died!"

"You've been smiling an awful lot lately."

"Why do you do that? You always do shit like this and confuse me."

"You're in my personal space." "You say that like it's a bad thing."

"Don't leave me, I'm scared."

He just screams internally about being touched but tries to act cool on the outside.

“I don’t know, maybe you should hop off my dick for a second. Just a thought.” “That’s not what you said last night.”

“…Why are you staying the night?” “Because it’s late and I’m feeling too tired to drive/walk home. Now scoot the fuck over, someone needs to get their sleep.”

“You’re going to fucking break me one day.” “That’s my goal, sweetheart.”

“do you ever think about what life would be like for us if things were different?”

"Take my hand." "Why?" "Would you just trust me for one?"

“not that i’m not enjoying this, but could you move your hands?”

“your heart’s beating really fast, i can hear it.”

 “you’ve been staring at me for like thirty seconds, what are you thinking about?”

“So I hear you’re into pain?”

“What the fuck?  Do that again.  I liked it.”

“Don’t say that, you know I can’t say no to you when you’re like this.” 

“How am I supposed to not read into things if you keep treating me like this?”

“i wish we’d have more time.”

“Your flirt game is so bad, no wonder you’re still single.” “My flirt game isn’t bad, and the person I like is a fucking idiot. That’s why I’m still single.” “…Okay, but why are you looking at me like that?”

“…You’re staring.” “I was not.” “I could feel the intensity of it, even with my eyes closed.” 

"If you think that's going to work on me, you're wrong."

"I hope you know that I did this all for you."

"Regret you? How could I ever regret one of the best decisions of my life?"

"Of course I'm jealous!"

"my hands are freezing, just let me warm them on you for a second."

"Come here, baby. I want to try something."

"Just relax. It's my turn to pamper you."

"You really have this whole gruff exterior going but deep down, you're a softie."

"You're like a cinnamon roll full of poison."

“Do you have to leave? Can’t you stay?”

It's a long list friends, happy requesting.

[c-estmabiologie]

brave on time (Stray Gods fic)

I finished Stray Gods! Time to write about Freddie because I'm love her! Warning: Pretty major mid-game spoilers

Also on AO3

Dying was the easiest thing Freddie had ever done. It’s everything that keeps happening now, in the after-dying part (is afterdeath a word? You know, like afterlife?), that’s really hard.

She can hear Grace moving around the apartment, can pinpoint exactly where she is and what she is doing by sound (she really never takes those shit-kicker boots off except to sleep): now she is closing the door behind Apollo and dragging the deadbolt home; now she is opening the fridge and staring at a bunch of leftover takeout that she doesn’t actually want to eat; now she is outside Freddie’s bedroom door; now she is pacing; now she is back at Freddie’s door.

Freddie feels her heart splash in her chest every time Grace stops just outside her door. She almost calls her in because she wants to imagine that it could be so simple: Grace would just come into her room and flop onto her bed next to her and they wouldn’t have to talk about anything tough at all, not like death, not like literally going to the Underworld and back, not like why she’d let the Furies take her in the first place.

And that had been the easiest thing in the world, letting a Fury’s blade slice into her gut. It hadn’t even hurt that much. When she pressed her hands against her belly now, there was nothing. No phantom pain, no scar, no proof that she'd launched herself into harm's way at all.

But why’d you do it, Freddie?

No, she isn’t ready to face that question down. Not because she doesn’t know the answer.

The answer:

I died because I started a band so I could hear you sing almost every day. It was the same summer you were thinking of moving out of state because you wanted something new, and the first time I ever thought I might lose you. I never told you how much it meant to me that you changed your mind. I died because the first time we sang together in school choir our voices fit together like stacked bowls. My voice was higher then, but you always had range. When we sing now we still fit like that. I like that I chose a band name that you hate because it gives us something stupid and familiar to argue about where you always let me win. I knew I liked you before I was sure I liked girls. I died because you have been like a sun to me. I didn’t want to make things weird when we had such a good thing going, so I was happy just to be beside you, in your orbit, and bask a little in your glow. I died because you’re a muse and you’re amazing at it. You’re taking, like, a cosmic shift in your reality in stride and just killing it. And you’re taking me along for the ride? It’s more than I could have imagined and not just because I literally never imagined this particularly weird scenario. I died so you could keep being amazing. I saw you stepping up to be a freaking Idol with god-like powers and couldn’t let that stop just because some divine retribution showed up to end you. I died because I wanted you to keep singing. I died because I love you.

She knows the answer, of course she does. It’s just too hard to say. Much harder than dying was.

But what if she were brave enough to say it? Maybe not all of it — some of her thoughts are too naked and vulnerable and should definitely just stay thoughts — but what if she said the part about love out loud? Who knows, maybe Grace has been secretly pining after her all this time, wondering if it would feel weird if they kissed or exactly right, maybe even thinking about her and pressing her palm against herself…

She knows Grace well enough to know that the worst possible outcome is just that she only loves Freddie as a friend and will only ever love her that way. It would sting but it wouldn’t be a shock or anything — she’d played this possibility out in her head before enough times and broken her own heart over it that feeling it for real would be familiar. They could still go on as Grace and Freddie: besties and her declaration would linger like a message written in the condensation on a mirror. It might pop up every now and again, like a nice reminder, but it would be easy enough for either of them to wipe away.

Freddie sighs. Grace isn’t outside her door anymore, not that Freddie had expected her to wait outside forever. She’s pretty sure that Grace has left the apartment completely even though she didn’t hear her leave. There’s that strange sort of stillness that you only get when you’re the only one home. It was fair for Grace to leave — she still has to prove herself to a pantheon that she wasn’t a murderer before the week is up, after all. It’s not like she can sit around the apartment all day just in case her friend decides she’s chill with everything that just went down. She’ll be back eventually, just like Freddie will have to come out eventually, if only because she’s alive again and has to do the sort of living people stuff that means leaving her room (she already kinda has to pee).

There’s also the matter of the eidolon inside of her, returned life ( immortality, Freddie, you’re technically immortal now if you want to be ) with an unfair price. Freddie hates the bitter part of her that’s ungrateful for being alive and breathing and needing to pee. She hates that she has to go through the motions of living when she’d already accepted being dead. She’d made the greatest sacrifice for Grace and Grace’d been like no thanks, I need you with me . Which is its own kind of love, she guesses, selfish and just as unfair as the other, more romantic stories of heroes going to the underworld.

“What the hell, Freddie,” she says out loud to herself, to the band posters on her wall, to the tidy spines of the books on their shelves, “you should be freaking out a little more. You’re a muse.”

She rolls over onto her stomach and presses her face into a pillow so she doesn’t have to look at it. It all looks exactly like it did before she died. Nothing has changed except her. 

She doesn’t know what to do about being a muse. Should she be packing up her room and shipping herself off to Olympus? Should she be out beside Grace, interrogating gods and trying to solve the last muse’s death? (if she’s being truly honest, that’s where she wants to be.) Grace had been forced into this just as much as Freddie had, but she’d made it look so straightforward and cool. Freddie doesn’t think she has that kind of effortless way in her that Grace has. But she could figure it out. Grace had been a muse for like four whole days before giving it up, so maybe she could share some tips when she gets back. But that also means that she’ll have to actually talk to Grace. 

“You can do this,” she says with her face still smushed into the pillow, feeling decidedly unmagical and a little bit sweaty. She hears the jingle of keys in the door. She hears the squeak of it swinging open and remembers the can of WD-40 that she’d bought three months ago that was still sitting under the sink, waiting for its day to un-squeak the hinges, just like she always remembers when she hears the door open. She hears Grace’s boots cross the floor. 

She can do this. 

A gentle knock. She can do this. 

“Freddie?” Grace’s voice is a single bowl waiting to catch her. Freddie pushes herself back up to sit on the edge of her bed. Presses her sock-feet into the floorboards. Every second in the space after the question feels so much harder than anything she’s ever done. Still. She stands up to open her door to Grace.

She can do this. 

[chrollohearttags]

I’m feeling a little spicy this morning so I’m sorry if I say something wrong, but this shit is really eating me. And it’s part of the reason why I don’t mess with Twitter anymore. So of course, the Grammys were last night and everybody’s talking about it. I don’t really watch awards shows like that but from what I could tell, Beyoncé got nominated and didn’t win, loss to harry styles??? idk nor do I care. Everybody’s all on the timeline, ranting about how it’s an injustice and it’s wrong and this that and the third, right? Which, fair enough, they fuck my sis over every year. They nominate her for views and give it to some subpar nobody who probably didn’t do half her sales. That’s cool or whatever but I can’t help but be over the entire conversation. And this is no shade to Bey bc I love her and I loved Renaissance. With that being said, I couldn’t give a fuck less about these celebrities’ problems when our world is falling apart. I can’t give a fuck if she got 32 Grammies instead of 33 when people can’t even afford to pay rent this month or even buy a fucking carton of eggs. I know this comes off as “fake woke” and fuck it, so be it. But I can’t understand how people are so complicit with our country’s conditions and simultaneously putting these celebs and trivial problems up on a pedestal. Now just two days ago, people were badgering Netflix about the whole password sharing thing and they got them to change it, last night, people were tweeting the Grammys like they had killed their grandmas, cussing them out on behalf of a woman who doesn’t even know they exist. I mean, full on doing the most. And ykw, it is bullshit. But ykw else is bullshit? The fact that billions of dollars went to another country without any semblance of explanation, food shortages everywhere, income having to be three times your rent and not a single job is actually hiring, not to mention the fact that people are getting pennies back in income tax despite paying higher rates this year and the police being funded $1.8 billion and their only skill is killing unarmed black people..no one is getting angry enough about it! Just making memes and moving the fuck on. But god forbid an already accomplished woman loses an award and y’all wanna burn the world down. It’s really frustrating bc imagine if we filtered that outage towards our leaders and made them get off their asses. We might actually get somewhere but your only concern is if you can afford $1500 concert tickets? Be so undeniably fucking for real. I’m not trying to tell anybody how to feel and ik thinking about this stuff too much can become depressing so it’s best not to dwell on it but I just can’t see why if folks can bully a multi billion dollar corporation out of their policy then why can’t we demand a better way of living? I’m just sick of this trivial nonsense being on the forefront of everyone’s minds when we’re literally in hell. Idk man, I think I need to stay off of Twitter for a minute bc that just aggravated me.

[gothicafish]

WWDITS S5 SPOILERS

I feel like a lot of post I've seen about guillermo choosing to be human have never been in a situation where theyve wanted something so bad that they not only lose sight of why they wanted it but become so absorbed in not having it that they do something stupid about getting it. And that sounds like a very specific thing to feel but it happens in real life with in the most ordinary circumstances. And then when you finally have The Thing you realize it's not what you want or that you wanted it for the wrong reasons or weren't ready for it or all of the above. And I can't explain how normal it is to make such a sharp turn towards giving it up because it doesn't work for you/feel like you.

Just to put that feeling in a real life, non vampire sense, when I was in high school I really wanted a job. It seemed like all my friends had jobs and the idea of having my own money sounded fantastic, especially coming from a low income home where I hesitated to ask for things because I didn't feel they were immediately necessary or necessary at all in the light of our finances. So I applied several places (literally any place that was hiring) and every time I got a rejection email I felt so deflated and so brushed off and more importantly I felt like I wasn't worth anyone's time. So you can imagine how ecstatic I was when I got a call back from this hot dog place. I never really at there much but a job is a job. That's how viewed it and I wanted it so bad because I felt like I had so many things to prove, as a student, as a worker and as a functional person. So I go to the interview and I get the job. It was in the summer so I didn't have school and I worked in the mornings and evenings part time. And immediately it was not what I thought it was going to be. But I figured that was part of it yaknow getting to know a new place can be rough. But on the second or third day the owner dude of the restaraunt (who literally does nothing but come in and tell the workers shit) he comes in while I was doing dishes and keep in mind this is one of the first times I've done dishes in a restaurant environment (and if you've ever worked in food service you know there's a very specific way to wash dishes) so the dude comes in sees I'm doing it wrong and yells at my manager for not properly teaching me how to do something. The manager then tells me to ask if I don't know how to do something (I thought I was doing it right) and there were several incidences where he would come in and yell at somebody (and I'm talking have a full out burst) for something mediocre.

I remember this one time he came in and yelled at us because we left the back door open a Crack because the air conditioner wasn't working (it didn't work the whole Two months I was there). He said it was a hazard as someone random could come in and cause problems. And I would agree if it was sumer, over 100 degrees EVERYDAY EVEN AFTER THE SUN GOES DOWN AND IF WE DIDNT HAVE TWO STOVES TWO FRIERS AND A BOILING WATER STATION TO KEEP THINGS HOT. I literally went home every day dehydrated from sweating so much and that not an exaggeration AND WE WERENT ALLOWED TO HAVE DRINKS ALL WE HAD WAS A LIL CUP TO GET SOFT DRINKS FROM. So yeah I didn't work there very long. So not only was the boss a total freak wad (the managers were cool tho), I just felt so horrible at everything I was doing there. I would get told how not to do things on the daily and I would beat myself up about it. There were times were I would try not to cry because how badly I felt about myself and the job I was doing because of how many times I had to be told how to do things. I felt stupid, and the fact that my friends and people my age could do this everyday with out problems ONTOP of school made me feel worse. I would literally come home and cry because of how horrible being there made me feel. It bothered me so much that I've hesitated getting another job after that and now that I'm looking for a job to pay for college I feel so much anxiety about it being like that again. And I've sworn off food service cause fuck that. Everyone who works a food service/customer service jobs everyday of their lives deserves a metal of Valor bc goddam idk how you do it. So when it got to much for me I made an impulsive decision to quit and I did and I never went back. But I felt like shit afterwords about being so vocal about getting a job and then not being able to handle it, but it was a lot better than being there.

That was a very long winded way if saying I sympathize with guillermo and I understand him completely and how humiliating it can feel to be in that position. And I'm glad nandor and the crew was nice about it cause I felt it in my soul.

[naranjapetrificada]

As the "dealing with grief and other big feelings dredged up by the 🌟Gay Pirate Show🌟" thing appears to be sticking around I thought it was time for a master post about my new favorite thing:

Healing thru fanfic!

I should say up top that a) I usually prefer fic that's canon-compliant or only slightly canon-divergent, especially for healing purposes because I think it helps with immersion and b) the list is short right now but it's definitely gonna grow as time moves on. Anyway, recs beyond the cut:

Fallow Land & Bigger Sky: I've already mentioned before how reading (and sitting with and processing) Fallow Land & Bigger Sky was so incredibly healing but here I am, doing it again! And even if the emotional appeal doesn't get you to read it, you should try it for the beautiful imagery, poetic writing, and carefully and lovingly crafted (and canon-compliant) character study of one Edward Teach.

It's the kind of writing that makes contemplative manual labor, stunning vistas, a mischievous nun, a cute little black lamb, and gallons of homebrewed wine all feel as essential to the fandom experience as any other way we spend time with our blorbos. I literally cannot believe how beautiful and well-executed this story is sometimes.

Brace Yourself and Nestle into Me: I literally just read this one this morning, and it's actually what inspired me to make this post. The premise is that Ed and Stede figure out that they're into each other around episode 7, and they're deliriously happy to know that they feel the same way about each other. But Stede has some (understandable) sexual dysfunction around being queer thanks to the horrible society that he grew up in. Ed is a darling trying to help him through it all, and along the way he realizes he also has some of his own hangups he needs to work through together.

I appreciate that this one doesn't treat healing like a straight line because it never is, and emphasizes that trust can't just be implicit, you really have to talk it through as a crew, even if it's just a crew of two broken middle-aged men who are desperately in love with each other. It also gets into some of the stuff I've been talking about on here about grieving your former selves and the selves you never got to be, which was validating as hell. That sounds heavy and there are concepts that are literally part of modern therapy modalities woven into the story, but there are also warm and loving and hilarious moments too, including this gem:

“Also can you just imagine how proud little horny baby gay Stede would be know you would be to know that whatever he went through, today you’ve got your own ship and are getting completely railed by Blackbeard? I mean, just absolutely dicked down by the most famous pirate in history? He would lose his mind.”

To paraphrase the author notes, the "Healing Power of Gay Sex"  won't fix everything, but I put it to you as a reader that reading and thinking about it also helps. And sometimes it can shake something loose you didn't know you were holding onto! Which is great!

Adrift Between the Dreaming Seas: Based on my usual filtering on ao3 I probably never, ever would have come across this fic if it weren't for a recommendation someone posted on this hellsite. It's got fantasy elements, allegory, metaphors stacked on metaphors, talking animals, and so many other things that would have kept me from ever discovering it on my own. My life would be poorer for it.

Basically Stede is cursed to be a lighthouse keeper on an island that seems to move around the world. Animals show up and the ones who talk to him are members of the crew, and Ed is an actual kraken. It's all this symbolism about monstrosity and trauma and maladaptive coping and the messiness that is Stede's kindness scraping against his self loathing. I shed tears of many kinds along the way, and it made me think hard about community and recovery and the things we do to and for ourselves and others.

It's just a lovely little gem of a story that made me feel so much so deeply while also making me laugh much more than I was anticipating. I'm so glad I gave it a chance.

[that's it for now, more as I keep up my deep dive into the ao3 archives]

[prettyboysdontlookatexplosions]

liberal arts major brain: while the modern reader may find it jarring that a heroine so full of vim and so enamored of shorthand and lady journalists as mina would distance herself from the New Woman, a few things bear keeping in mind. first, mina is intelligent and passionate and in her own very protestant way ambitious - she desires above all else to be useful - but she is also very much a normie, and joining the project of expanding the roles permissible for women to take has always required a greater comfort with being part of a cultural vanguard than most people have. we lose something important in our understanding of our history as women and as feminists if we forget how much boldness was once required for nearly every liberty which now we take for granted, and we lull ourselves into the same kind of arrogance that so endangers the cast of this novel if we assume that we are now at last so perfectly empowered that there are no rituals of gender to which we cling out of familiarity and fear, regardless of the story we’ve woven for ourselves about our preference and our choice. truly we ought to hope, every last one of us, that our metaphorical granddaughters will look back at some ordinary feature of our lives and think it hopelessly regressive, and wonder how even smart independent women could have found it acceptable. in some ways mina is every woman with a college degree and a job who isn’t a feminist, she just believes in equal rights, and who would never (contrary to mina’s later prediction about the New Woman!) dream of being the one to propose; she’s my mom, who raised me to be and call myself a feminist and who also literally would not allow me, even after a screaming match in the nordstrom shoe department, to go to my own prom in flats. it’s a mistake, and a misogynist one, to read the attachment of women to gendered norms as inherently revealing of their individual attachments to the constraints of womanhood rather than as a reflection of the genderless human resistance to breaking cultural taboos in the specific context of one of the fundamental organizing hierarchies of basically all human societies, including ours right now, and certainly including victorian england.

second, while the New Women represented an expansion of women’s liberties and possibilities, patriarchy over time has proved durably adept at ensuring that such evolutions always come with a cost. any rallying cry can be coopted into an ideal, and any ideal can be sold; as well as being both scorned and praised, the New Woman could be advertised to, and she was. her radicalism could be eroded as her image was diffused beyond the political and artistic circles in which she arose, and that image could be received by ordinary women as a standard to emulate or fail to live up to. it has been observed that if you trace the course of women’s rights and freedom from the first wave of feminism to the present day, you find moving in tandem with that progress a shifting series of expectations that the modern woman is asked that meet, goalposts keeping her ever at a distance from being permitted simply to exist. you can see this even just in the realm of fashion: as women’s clothing became less restrictive, the demands of bodily self-policing imposed on and internalized by became more so, as new beauty norms rose to prominence, often rebranded as health (thinness) or hygiene (hairlessness) or, in the twenty-first century, self-care (twelve-step skincare routines). it’s interesting that in this, the first and more negative mention of the New Woman, this is the aspect that mina seems to be referring to: the reason she imagines the New Women would look down on her and lucy is not their lack of worldly ambitions or interest in homemaking for their husbands - it’s that they eat too much!

and that’s what i find particularly interesting about the way the New Woman is first invoked in this novel of all novels: she is presented as a creation of modernity distinguished by her disciplined appetite, in a story about a creature from centuries past made terrifying by his monstrous appetite. i’m fascinated by that - by the fact that it would feel logical to me, from my smug vantage point in the future, for stoker to reinforce the virtuousness of his heroes by granting them some kind of bodily asceticism to stand in contrast to dracula’s defiling maw and even renfield’s obscene tastes, but he didn’t see it. it makes it feel, to me, like the novel is not against appetite but against its perversion - and while it’s obvious stoker and i would have rather different definitions of what counts as perverse, that categorical distinction feels significant as part of what has made it possible for me to become sincerely emotionally engaged in this book across our palpable and wide gap in sensibilities and ideology. it’s fine, in the world of the novel, for mina and lucy to have their capital “severe tea” and stroll lazily home on vacation. that’s a small thing, but not a meaningless one, i think.

dumbass brain: damn i can’t believe bram stoker literally said Real Women Have Curves

[basuralindo]

Chapter 10 of You'll Have Me Rise, You'll Have Me Fall is up!!

You can read it right here:

And there's some commentary in the notes but I have so many more thoughts and am gonna go on about them under the cut. Please read the chapter before looking through my commentary, but you're all welcome to interact about it on here

Okay, so, in roughly chronological order:

-Idk if the Jamil and Kalim stuff is coming off shippy, but that's not the intention. What I'm tryna present is the fact that they have no concept of boundaries with each other. Jamil was basically instructed, as a child, to look after this whole ass other child with way too little actual adult supervision, and it didn't go well.

-Jamil has a Very loose understanding of free will as is, considering his situation, and Snake Whisper has always been kinda just another tool used to desperately try to get through situations. The idea that forcing someone to not have nightmares without their knowledge or consent might be fucked up doesn't really cross his mind, because he's been doing it since they were little and Kalim always seems happier than when he's left to just deal with his own bad dreams.

-People tend to get stuck with the aftereffects of an intense trigger for quite a while after, and Jamil's behavior is definitely gonna be influenced more heavily by ptsd in the next few chapters.

-Yes, Jamil really is out here basically poledancing on that broom. Why? Because athletes are literally the least self aware people when it comes to doing weird shit with their bodies and I know this from so much personal experience. I also imagine that the brooms operate a lot based on the rider's clarity of intention. So Jamil being already very comfortable with heights because of playing on the carpet with Kalim as kids, and having pretty good focus with multitasking in general, he has very little issues with getting the broom to do what he wants. Meanwhile, Azul would be able to fly just fine, but he's so scared of heights he loses all sense of intention once he gets a couple feet off the ground

-✨Guess who never learnt what dyslexia is because royalty aren't supposed to have learning disorders!✨ Just wait till those two find out about adhd. (Also, major headcanon that Kalim self medicates with caffeine)

-Anyway THE TEXTING!! This is the part that I had no plans to write until going "wait, they should exchange numbers because duh" Then wrote the actual scene and went "wait omfg the teins would totally find that!" Anyway I'm glad I did because it was a lot of fun to write and finally breaks the ice between them all a little more. It ended up taking a lot longer than I'd expected to depict the sheer chaos of texting three people in the same room at the same time.

-I actually thought a lot about the texting patterns on this. Floyd writes in a hurry because his thoughts come and go so fast he just spits them out as they come, which results in spamming with a million short messages when he's actually in the mood to talk. He also canonly has this tendency to just say shit that makes sense in his head, where he has context, and doesn't get it when other people don't understand, so with texting that kinda comes out as not bothering with much punctuation to indicate tone because he knows what tone he's using and forgets that nobody else does. Azul on the other hand is suuuper neurotic about how he presents himself, and texting is no exception. Perfect diction, punctuation, etc. Uses autocorrect and then doublechecks the outocorrect. Jade figures Azul already put all the effort into establishing how to present himself flawlessly, and just imitates his style. (They're both wrong. Azul comes off like a car salesman, and Jade comes off like an alien impersonating a car salesman). I have a reason for this dynamic and I'm gonna go into it eventually in the fic. Jamil is just trying to spell things correctly and uses punctuation as normally as he can. He uses contractions and slangs even less over text because he's not confident in being able to spell less familiar words and doesn't wanna risk it. (He also uses contractions less in general around Azul because, while he tries to come off like he's mastered English around all his potentially hostile peers, Azul never mocks him for his speech so he's more comfortable about wording things awkwardly. Jamil hasn't noticed this consciously yet.)

-Jadeeeeee. This fic is slow burn in general, but it's definitely burning at different speeds for each of them, and Jamil/Jade is definitely the slowest. Neither of them are the kind to openly pursue someone without the other party initiating A Lot, and they're much more emotionally distant than Floyd or Azul. Also, Jade is territorial and Jamil is paranoid and it's gonna take a long time before they get anywhere near trusting each other. Despite that, they're finally starting to notice that they have some shit in common and actually enjoy talking to each other in all the convoluted mincy bullshit ways that nobody else wants to engage in.

-Yes, Jamil feels the need to conceal laughter and smiles even when he's alone in his room. No, he's not okay, but that's kind of the whole plot.

-Again, I just really enjoyed getting to write Jamil having a nice time?? Finally starting to think about the fact that he actually WANTS these guys in his life, for non-strategic purposes, just because they make him happier! I'm finally getting somewhere in this mess of my own making lmao

Anyway thanks for coming to my ted talk. I have a lot of feelings about these guys and I'm tempted to do more posts like this about previous chapters just so I can get myself to babble less in the fic notes

[lonelyridesinecto-one]

A Miniature Spengler

Egon Spengler • She/Her Pronouns • ANGST/SFW/NSFW • Secret Relationship • HS Teacher!Reader • TW: Pregnancy / Birth / Pregnancy Complications • PART 3

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“She can pop any minute”

“That’s the most terrible way in phrasing birth, Egon.” Ray watches his friend stress out as he loads Ecto-1 with their proton packs. “She’ll be okay. She’s not going to “pop” while we are on this job.”

“Okay but she has a track record of not telling me things and it stresses me out. The time she found out she was pregnant, she didn’t tell me that she passed out and went through that scary moment alone”

“This sounds like a time we were in PE…Y/N broke her wrist because we were playing aggressively with soccer and she covered it up when telling me she was going to our teacher. Then the next day she came in a cast”

“That is so not helpful” Egon sighs getting in the car with Ray to head on the job. “What happens if she goes into labor and gets stuck at home or I get hurt on this job and lose my memory or she falls and just actually po—-“

“Stop. I don’t need to imagine my best friend from high school popping like a grape. You guys have a village. If she goes into labor and you’re busy, she’ll call who’s available to come get her and she’ll call you to meet her at the hospital”

Egon stares at Ray when he said that and all he could think of was he should’ve stayed home that day.

He should’ve. But not for reasons you’re thinking.

“You called me on my day off, to help you up off the floor because you decided it was the best idea to sit on the floor that pregnant” Peter questions Y/N as she was literally going to kick him in the guys if she wasn’t going to get tired being helped up. “You’re lucky Dana understands and scowled me if I said no”

“Lucky me I guess” Y/N held her arms out for Peter as he carefully helps her up and waits for her to regain her balance.

“You okay now mama?”

“Yeah…Uhm. Yeah I think I am”

Peter stood there for a moment seeing her upset expression as he stepped out of the room walking the floor they were on until he found a phone. He picks up the phone dialing in a number before leaning against the wall patiently waiting.

“Hey gorgeous……yeah she’s okay, at least she’s telling me that…you read my mind. This is why we were destined to be together!…yeah I’ll come home when he gets back. Love you beautiful” Peter puts the phone down before rejoining Y/N in the baby’s room as she’s now in the rocking chair Egon built over five times to make sure it was secure. “Alright. You’re stuck with me until Spengs gets back”

“But I’m also Spengs”

“Don’t be a smartass with me. I’m not afraid of a pregnant woman” No he was. Y/N scared him that one time he thought it’d be smart to talk about how big she was and how she’d might have a c-section regardless. Including some scary realities that have happened to other women.

“You don’t have to stay Pete…I know he’s working and doing what he needs to do” The sadness to escape through her words didn’t go unnoticed. Resulting in Peter to kneel down in front of her watching her stare blankly at him. “What”

“Imma say something and I know if you don’t answer you’re upset about it”

“Okay…you sound like a therapist but I know you didn’t use your psychology degree for that line of work”

“Egon being whisked away because of the job, only stresses you out over the idea that he may not be present for your baby’s life” Peter states and Y/N immediately started crying.

“I WASNT THINKING THAT BUT NOW I AM VENKMAN—-I WANT HIM TO BE THERE FOR OUR BABY WHY THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY THAT”

“I’m sorry I thought that was what was wrong. I’m so confused. Why do you think I didn’t become a therapist?!”

“Pete…”

Woah. She hasn’t called him that in forever.

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“Pete…”

“Woah Woah Woah. You only call me Peter or Venkman. The fuck did I do?”

“Just. Uhm. It’s nothing like that” Y/N looked like she’s been crying and not because of the final they just had. “I need your advice or well. To talk me down…I-I know you’ve liked me and talking about my boyfriend wouldn’t be best to you but—“

“Hey hey. Yeah I did like you. But the second I found out you were taken. I didn’t bother pushing it…well after the first two times.” Peter admits. “But I’d like to be your friend and if I’m your last resort. Then you definitely need somebody…what’s wrong kid?”

“I’m…I’m worried that my boyfriend would break up with me when I take my certification classes..because I’ll be in a school and he’s doing an internship and I’m just. Would he leave me…if I’m not around enough? Like he’s dedicated to the career he’s achieving and so am I but I’m willing to take risks but—“

“Okay before you lose your breath. Let me just be honest. This guy caught a catch. He’d be a fool to lose you. If he loves you and wants to have a future with you. He’d make that obvious and by the looks of that necklace on yea. I think it is” Peter pointed out the necklace around her neck that had a silver E on it. “Damn. My friend’s name starts with an E and he’s super obsessed with his work. But also about this person in his life and it gives me hope that he’ll make someone very happy one day”

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“I’m afraid…He loves me, but babies are stressful and it’s only going to be scary”

“If he didn’t want a baby, he would’ve said something way sooner and if it makes you feel better.” Peter stood to his feet holding both hands out. “I’m gonna show you something”

Being as careful as he was, Peter got Y/N to the firehouse safely and lead her to Egon’s locker admitting to her that he invades his locker for his snacks sometimes. But he was mainly showing her the inside on the locker door.

“Now this man has every ultrasound photo you got printed on the door. Including these Polaroids from when we helped get your nursery together. Like. This man is going to be dedicated to this mini ghostbuster. Oh! Don’t tell him I found this either” Peter closes the locker and lead Y/N to the lab taking his time as she held onto him on the way down. “Don’t worry. Nothing is brewing in here. He hasn’t done an experiment in a while”

“…why?”

“Because the man wants to go home. He doesn’t want to get contaminated by anything that would require a quarantine.” Peter says calmly as Y/N gripped his arm tightly. “Now the kicker to everything…” he helped her sit on one of the stools before going into the workbench to pull out a notepad flipping to the right page. “He wrote everything down. Everything he wants to do with his kid. Boy or girl. Because you two are crazy and want to be surprised. But he wants to spend every second with his kid”

Y/N took a hold of the notepad looking at everything listed as she started to sob again. But instead of Peter comforting, the two were spotted by Egon and Ray coming down to the containment unit.

“Peter. What the fuck did you do”

“For once, nothing bad.” Peter walks away from Y/N as she was still fixated on what she was reading.

Peter took the trap from Egon and grabbed Ray by the collar pulling him to the containment unit to give them a bit of privacy. Egon carefully brought himself behind Y/N wrapping his arms protectively around her seeing what she’s reading.

“I-I…Peter found that?”

“Are you…ashamed?” He hated that frown on her sweet face as he immediately shook his head.

“I just…I wanna be a good dad, Y/N. I’m afraid I’ll mess it up”

“Love…but that’s the process. Messing up a bit along the way. We could only prevent so much. We’re learning too”

“As long as I’m with you, I’ll be okay…right?” Egon brought his arms back around his wife when she suddenly winced at the contact. “I’m sorry—“

“No it’s okay…I Uhm. I think we’ll find out soon”

The words blew past Egon before the shocked silent expression went into overdrive.

“RAYMOND—-!”

The yell caused everyone in the firehouse to get to work. With helping Y/N into Ecto-1, not her choice just the first available vehicle, as Egon tried not to over think about the fact that everything they need is back home.

“Alright alright. Ray, Egon, get the little lady to the hospital. I’ll grab your hospital bag. No discussion just go!” Peter states and it happened.

But not without complications…

“E-Egon, something doesn’t feel right…” Y/N started to sob out of fear instead of joy as Egon wasn’t letting go of her whether that be her attention, gaze, or just her being.

“Ray, I don’t care. I’ll pay for the ticket—-“

“I’m already putting sirens on” Ray yells over the sirens hurrying to the hospital as Y/N winces sharply making Egon not give a second thought when examining his wife and not lifting his hand for Y/N to notice the blood that pooled beneath her.

“GURNEY!” Ray yells running into the hospital after illegally parking Ecto-1 in the ER loading zone.

Egon without saying anymore words because his anxiety and anger would get the best of him immediately. He picked up Y/N bridal style using the adrenaline strength carry his very pregnant wife into the ER in his uniform catching a lot of glances but Ray made sure no one got near them except for the nurses and doctors that were paged.

Once Y/N was on the gurney and held onto Egon’s hand for dear life only to be separated which left them both screaming for the other. One of the security guards tried to keep Egon away since a nurse failed to do such that Ray had to cut in before his best friend got into a fight with the officer for separating them.

“They’ve got her. They’ve got them” Ray reassures, seeing the blood on his hands as he carefully directed him to a non-afraid nurse to help him get cleaned up.

When Y/N woke up after being brought in for an emergency c-section, she was met with Ray’s tearful expression of relief to know she was okay. But the monitor only went off to express her anxiety of realizing she’s not pregnant anymore and no one is telling her where her baby is.

Then the soft cries cut through Ray’s reassurance moment as he moved away from Y/N’s bedside to let the new father who hasn’t stopped sobbing since the nurses showed him their son. Y/N started crying as Egon carefully hands off the little one who instantly started to calm down once reconnected with his mother. She quickly looked up at him with disbelief as Egon started to cry even more.

“Egie…”

“I’m sorry…I-I almost lost you and I…I’m so glad I didn’t” He cries pressing his forehead gently against hers as she re-positioned herself to hold their baby close and give her a free hand to wipe away his tears. “You’re here…a-and he’s here”

“Our baby boy…” Y/N continues to sob herself as she kisses her husband before the two turned to look at their baby admiring the first moments. Together…

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“Dr. Egon Spengler?” The Doctor enters the waiting room finding Egon shooting out of his seat. “Would you come with me please?”

Egon nods about to when he quickly turned to Ray thinking he’d want to tag along.

“I’ll wait to inform Peter man. Go ahead”

Following the doctor, he immediately thought the worse. His wife died on the table. He lost the baby. Lost them both. As if he wasn’t already crying when they took Y/N away and didn’t let him come, he quickly wiped away his tears to avoid being seen by the doctor. When this isn’t his first rodeo.

“Your wife is still being operated on, they located the bleeder and are doing the repair. If you two ever decide to have another, your OB should know about placenta accreta as it was detected to be the cause of the bleed.” He informs only making Egon more anxious but the word “another” lingered in his head as the doctor opens the door for him to the empty hospital room Y/N will be placed in once she’s out of surgery. But instead of being met with nothing, there was a nurse along with a bassinet making sure the little one was still content given he hasn’t been held by either of his parents yet.

“Congratulations Dr. Spengler. It’s a beautiful healthy baby boy. Five pounds eight ounces”

“We’ll leave you two alone and come in with updates” The Doctor informs exiting the room with the nurse leaving Egon alone with the baby as he felt like he was going to collapse.

“You look so much like your mama…She’s going to adore you…” Egon whispers softly as he carefully picks up the little baby hearing his soft coos making him instantly adjust to keep him close to his chest. “I’ve got you. I’m not going anywhere…I’m right here”

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In the middle of the night, Egon woke up to the side of the bed being empty making him start to worry that Y/N was in pain somewhere. Three weeks into having a newborn and his wife still recovering from surgery, drove him nuts when there wasn’t a sound in their home and an empty spot right beside him.

Quietly but quickly searching their place to find Y/N in the rocking chair in the nursery. Their little boy sleeping comfortably in his crib as she watches him from where she sat. Egon slowly approaching and making sure she knew so she wouldn’t freak and wake the baby.

“Are you okay?“

“Sorry…Couldn’t sleep. I never met such a quiet calm baby, I got worried something happened that I got up” Y/N sighs, leaning into Egon as he brought her close while he stood beside her.

“I freaked out my parents. I was a quiet baby”

“Mm. Reassuring, at least nothings wrong” She sighs resting her head into his side both watching the sleeping baby. “If Peter calls him Charlie I’m killing him”

“Yknow it’s gonna happen from him before his future classmates right?”

“Don’t think too ahead! Charles will forever be my little baby” Y/N smiles up at Egon as he took the opportunity to kiss her, shortly after their son started to stir a bit. No loud cries erupted but soft discomfort ones.

Egon carefully pulls himself away from Y/N to walk over to the crib gently scooping him up. “You’re very lucky both of us were here”

“He’s absolutely perfect” Y/N joins Egon at his side looking at the little baby. “But since you picked him up…you’ll change him” she quickly ran off to let Egon “suffer” as he hopes she went to bed if she’s not doing it this time around.

A few more weeks went by, enough for Charles to have his first wellness exam and Egon of course to hover the entire time that was happening. He took that day as an opportunity to finally be more open to taking his son out into the world even if the first time he did such, Y/N wasn’t informed.

“RAYMOND”

Ray suddenly hits his head under Ecto before pushing out to find an angry Y/N glaring into his soul.

“What did I do?”

“Where’s. Egon.”

“Egon’s here? I swear I’m the only one here today…” Ray slowly sat up only for Y/N to grab his shirt pulling him to his feet and shaking him. “Y/N I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE EGON IS”

“HE HAS MY BABY—-I KNOW VIGO ISNT AROUND SO HE FUCKING DOESNT. BUT ONLY EGON WOULD DO SHIT WITHOUT TELLING ME FIRST”

“STOP SHAKING ME FOR AN ANSWER WHEN I HAVE NO IDEA!”

The two stopped yelling when crying was heard and without a second of thought, Y/N pushed Ray over and ran toward the lab.

“I swear the Spenglers are gonna be the death of me” Ray sighs laying on the floor for a moment.

“I’m sorry that was a loud noise…I’m so sorry” Egon apologizes for scaring his son stepping away from the containment unit as he now makes a mental note not to bring his son when he needs to do more extensive calculations for the unit.

“Spengler”

Egon froze in place holding Charles closer to him slowly turning around to his angry wife that had no idea he took his son to work with him.

“You’re lucky you’re holding him”

“…why?”

“Because I’m very tempted to s-smack you” Y/N suddenly started crying out of relief even if she knew that their son would be with his father. Her anger shifting to relief just turned it all into tears still feeling all kinds of feeling given everything.

“Come here, honey” Egon carefully places Charles into her embrace before bringing them both into his. “I’m sorry I should’ve told you”

“You should’ve!” Y/N gently caressing her son’s little cheeks as he snuggles into her embrace enjoying both of their warmth. “Taking my mini spengler away when I’d much rather have both of you home”

“Your mini Spengler?” Egon chuckles softly, kissing the top of her head. “I swear he’s going to turn out—“

“If you say like me. That’s dead wrong. He’s going to be just as smart as his daddy and sneak off to do science experiments with his dad and uncles”

“Mmm. True…I’ll take that. But he’ll be patient and kind to everyone he meets like his mama” He smiles resting his head on top of hers. “And maybe a little crazy like her too”

“I hate you” Y/N says through laughter as Egon brought himself to look her in the eye smiling more than before.

“And I love you, Spengler”