dentalmd83

[caterpillarinacave]

i may be the most content starved person in some of my fandoms

[cheolhub]

11:59 P.M. — CHOI SEUNGCHEOL࿐

summary. cheol offers you a striking incentive to help you turn in your assignments due at midnight.

wc. 2.1k

warnings. soft service top!cheol but also soft dom (?), so much praise, cockwarming, cheol w/ a BIG [redacted], dumb!fication, pet names [princess, baby, pretty, good/smart girl], unprotected s2x, creampie (yum), desk s2x <3 both of them are very desperate ><

note. happy belated birth 2 me ^^ to celebrate, i’m posting my first (100% self-indulged) cheol fic (it’s long overdue, i know.) reblogs are greatly appreciated mwah!! ily all sm <3 [ not proofread ]

“cheollie…” you whimper softly, eyes fluttering close. “please…”

seungcheol smiles, lips pressed to your ear. “did you finish, baby?” he asks with a voice barely above a whisper. when you shake your head, muttering out a soft ‘no,’ he simply hums. “how much more do you have?”

“i-i only have 150 more words to write,” you tell him breathily, hands tensing up as you think about how full you are of his cock. “but i can’t focus anymore… i dunno what else to say.”

“oh, maybe i should take you–”

you cut him off with a desperate cry before he can even suggest taking you off his cock. “no! no, don’t– but…maybe i should turn it in as is?”

“you’re doing so well, though, baby. i know you can do it, you’re my smart girl.” he coos. “plus, that wasn’t our agreement.”

right, you think. the stupid agreement. 

seungcheol saw how much you were dreading your school work so, naturally, he offered to let you sit on his cock while you did your assignments. you both agreed– him more than you– that as soon as you turned in all of your work, he’d then treat you just the way you needed. 

but now the only thing you can think about it is his stupidly big cock and his buff arms wrapped around you and the stream of arousal that pools at the base of his length. it’s almost overwhelming how he’s filled your senses. 

“i know, cheol, but i’m tired– i wanna fuck.” you whine and he chuckles at the vulgar words. 

“i’ll only fuck you if you finish your work, princess, you know that.” he reprimands. “c’mon, it’s 11:23, start typing.”

you groan, hands falling to your keyboard. you do your best to come up with 150 more comprehensible words and, for the most part, you’re doing well. you easily write two sentences of 53 words, but when cheol accidentally shifts under you, your hands freeze and you let out a soft whimper. 

when you clamp tightly around him, the softest sigh slips his lips. “‘m sorry, baby, keep going.” he says, trying to control himself. 

“you’re teasing me on purpose, cheol,” you whine, eyes fluttering close when you feel his cock twitch inside

“‘m not, promise.” he whispers, hot breath fanning against your neck. “just feel s’good, can’t wait to fuck you.” 

you gasp, brain going haywire at the words. a soft moan slips your lips and a lightbulb goes off in cheol’s head. 

he knows exactly how to get you to finish your work. 

he smiles cheekily, “you want that, right, princess? you want me to fuck this pretty lil cunt full, yeah?” his voice is low as his lips trail up to the shell of your ear. 

you huff. “fuck… yes– i want that.” 

“i know, baby,” he murmurs against your ears. “just 97 more words ‘n i’ll let you turn off that big brain of yours and fuck you stupid– you can do that for me, can’t you?”

you shudder, nodding your head incessantly. you take a deep breath and let your eyes refocus on the screen at your desk. seungcheol proudly hums, chin resting on your shoulder as he watches you type. 

it’s obvious you have no idea what you’re talking about. your trigger fingers clack against the keyboard as if your life depends on it, but your sentences are nearly incoherent. you forget your commas and apostrophes and proper capitalization, but he can’t find it in him to correct you. he knows how badly you need this and he also needs it just as bad.

when you type your last period and press submit without proofreading the work, you let out a cry of relief. it definitely wasn’t your best work– probably your fucking worst– but you’re nearing the end of the semester and you could truly care less about what your professor thinks of you. you let out a sigh, instantly grinding down and clamping around seungcheol’s cock as soon as you see the ‘submitted’ sign on your computer. 

“so good,” he moans, hands guiding your hips. “my smart girl, you did so well, fuck.”

“oh my, god.” you whine desperately. “cheollie, y-you’ll fuck me right?”

“god, yes.”

unbeknownst to you, too caught up in your own desperation, seungcheol was needy. probably just as needy as you. you wrapped around him so nicely– you always fucking do– and it has been driving him up a wall for the past hour. he wanted, so badly, to buck his hips up to fuck into you, but he had to control himself. he had to let you finish your work before you could finish in the way you deserved. 

but now, you’re done and he plans on ravishing you till the only thing can say is his name. 

his hands grip your waist tight, halting your movements and ripping a loud whine from your throat. 

“up.” he demands softly, pulling you off his cock. 

you pant, “but cheol–”

“promise i’ll give you what you want, baby— told you i would—  but not like this, yeah? let me take care of you.”

you nod dumbly, lifting up and whining in the process at the emptiness. seungcheol grunts, already missing the tightness of your pussy, but he quickly moves to spear you back on to him. he stands to his feet and pushes the chair back before roughly spinning you around and pressing his lips to yours. you melt in his calloused hands, your own flattening against his hard chest. 

your mouth cracks open on a moan and cheol takes it as an opportunity to shove his tongue inside. your knees give out at the feeling of him invading your mouth and your fingers grab at the loose grey shirt on his body to keep from falling over. you fist tighter and tighter as the seconds pass, arousal leaking from your bare cunt. 

he presses you against the desk, blindly sliding your laptop out of the way. when he groans into your mouth, you hoist yourself on to it with his assistance, sitting on the edge and spreading your legs for him to stand between. 

panting, seungcheol parts from the kiss, “hold on to me, baby.” he says, words rushed and a bit whiny.

you eagerly nod, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning back so he can easily press into you. his breathing is shaky as he aligns his cock with your hungry, drooling hole and when he slowly pushes in, he lets a loud moan out– one louder than the whimper that escapes your lips– while huffing out a curse. 

your head falls back and your eyes roll when you feel his cock fill you up again. even though he was inside you a mere three minutes ago, his girth is still so much to take. so much in a good way, of course. the burning stretch is one you miserably crave throughout the day. 

“still so tight, fuck,” he sighs, basking you in. you look so fucking beautiful in his loose t-shirt alone and, even with the tiny dark circles under your eyes and your hair slightly disheveled, he still thinks you’re the prettiest thing in the world. his pretty fucking girl. 

a choked sob dies in the back of your throat as he bottoms out. “ch-cheol.” you manage to get out, a pained expression falling over your face.

he shushes you softly, “just breathe, baby, you’re takin’ me so well, but you need to breathe.” he urges, words strained as he’s fighting the impulse to moan again. it’s nearly impossible, though, with how fucking amazing you feel. 

you nod profusely and take a shuddered inhale followed by an even shakier exhale allowing your body to adjust to his intense size. when the pain finally subsides and you can nearly taste the pleasure on your tongue, you softly moan out his name. 

he asks if you’re good and that raspy, deep voice fills your ears, sending shockwaves to your messy cunt. you clench again but ultimately tell him, “‘m okay– s’okay. y-you can keep going.”

he grunts at this, pulling his cock out– eliciting a whine from you– before gently pushing back in. he gives you a few experimental thrusts, listening to the way you moan for him prior to setting a steady speed. 

“how’s this, princess?” he pants, large hands still roughly grabbing at your waist. “too fast?”

you shake your head, looking at him with teary, doe eyes. “faster? please?” 

he moans, nodding his head. “tell me if it’s too much, okay? know you’re tired ‘n i just want you to feel good.” he reminds you sweetly, voice cracking as the tempo of his thrusts increase. 

even if it was too much, you wouldn’t tell him. you love his cock– love the way he makes you feel– and you would spend days fucking him if you could. you nod anyway, though, giving him peace of mind. 

the desk under you wobbles a bit with the rapid speed at which he fucks you, but it’s very obvious that the unsturdy object is the least of both of your worries. your mouth is hung open, moans and soft cries drooling out while cheol watches completely enamored of you. 

it’s right when he gives you a sharp thrust, hitting the spongy spot in your pussy, that he sees your brain shut off. he sees the way your eyes glass over and hears how your pleads and cries have slurred. he’s already fucked you stupid. 

“that’s it, pretty baby, don’t need to think anymore. so pretty ‘n smart. so fuckin’ perfect. just for me.” he moans breathily, grip on your body somehow tightening. he’ll have to remember to apologize and dote on you a little more when you wake up with bruises in the morning. “oh, shit— you’re doin’ so well, baby. always so good f’me.” 

his cock stirs you up and it’s hard to stop your orgasm from brewing in the pit of your tummy. “cheol!” you gasp, tightly wrapping your legs around him. you pull him closer to you and he feels like he might let go too soon if you don’t ease up on him.

“‘m here, right here. all yours, baby.” he promises. “gonna let go for me? make a pretty lil mess all over me, huh?”

you nod, tears of pleasure soaking your lash line and getting ready to spill down your face. “uh-huh! ‘m so close.”

you just need a little bit more and you’ll surely soak him in your cum. luckily, seungcheol knows exactly what you need. 

“rub your clit,” he tells you, a loud grunt following his words at the thought. “rub your clit and cum all over my cock, princess.”

a broken moan slips out and you nod weakly. one of your arms leaves his neck and snakes in between your bodies. your nimble fingers find the puffy, untouched bud, rubbing uncoordinated circles into it.

seungcheol finds the sight so alluring and when you clamp around him, his eyes nearly roll. he can’t stop the way his hips pick up in speed as his own brain turns to mush. your jaw goes slack and your eyes squeeze shut at the onslaught of pleasure. you don’t even get the chance to warn him when he gives you another sharp thrust and the tight coil in your tummy suddenly unravels. 

your cries die on the tip of your tongue as you release with an inaudible squeal, body jerking under his. tears begin to fall, painting your heated cheeks as you’re overwhelmed by the immense gratification. 

“that’s a good girl,” he groans, feeling how you trap him in between your tight, gummy walls. “fuck, fuck, fuck– you feel so good.” he tells you, eyebrows knit together as he wears the sexiest face of pleasure. 

you sob as he fucks you through your orgasm, body slumping in exhaustion. “cheollie,” you mewl, still trembling on top of the desk. 

“i know, baby, ‘m gonna cum… w-where–”

you cut him off, “inside.”

he grunts a curse, “shit– gonna fill you up, gonna give it to you, princess,” he babbles, thrust growing sloppy. “take it all for me.”

it happens before you can reply. his hips flush against yours, cock stilling before he empties his load into your cunt. he whines softly, mumbling out more words of praise. 

he stays nestled inside of your cunt, holding your body up with his hands while he peppers kisses all over your face. 

“did that feel good?” he whispers, unable to trust his wavering voice. 

“so so good,” you sigh. “thank you, cheollie.”

he smiles, humming, “you deserved it, princess.”

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[tubborucho]

A LOVE LETTER TO QSMPBLR

I saw my mutuals write those and decided that I also want to say a few words.

My whole life I loved being part of the communities. I’ve been heavily into fandoms since I was 10, and now 12 years later I can firmly state that QSMPblr community is definitely in my personal top 3 of all the fandoms I have been in.

It’s been such a fun and emotional and thrilling journey with so many ups and downs and I would never refuse to repeat it all over again. I met so many wonderful and incredible people because of this server that I can’t thank the universe enough.

All of my mutuals and followers made most of my 2023 so happy, and continue to do so in 2024, and I really need this joy with everything that happens outside the community itself.

(I am sorry this text is all over the place, I am struggling with concentration atm)

And I am so elated and a bit surprised for how many of you I became one of the favorites blogs here. I mean, I jumped from barely 150 followers to around 820 since september, and it’s all thanks to having so much fun liveblogging and theorizing with all of you.

Despite everything, I think Purgatory 1 was my favorite ever time period here. Yes, there was a lot of frustration and negativity but I don’t think I’ve ever felt such a comradery as back then, with my fellow Soulfire mains. I was in the post limit jail every single day, because I just could not stop chatting with all of you and reblogging incredible posts.

I also hold very dearly the moment, where Bad showed Tubbo the Soulfire Base Recreation. But the main reason is not even that this happened, but the fact that so many people on tumblr, in dms and even in Bad’s chat were LOOKING FOR ME, because they knew how much I’ve waited for that to happen. It was just so heartwarming to wake up to dozens of messages and mentions. I struggle with ‘nobody really cares if i am here or not’ syndrome a lot, so it made my day to see that people do.

I also want to say special thanks to some of you (even though each and single one of you deserve a separate paragraph). Under the cut:

@qtubbo and @mikaikaika. I love both of you so much, our 247 crew maybe on a kinda hiatus, but every moment we spent together is so special to me. We had so much fun, and I couldn’t ask for the batter gang to gash about the lore and cool posts together.

@lionheartedmusings. I am pretty sure you do not open tumblr these days, but if or when you see this: I am so glad that I got a chance to be your friend. We held so many incredible discussions together, and I am so proud to see your success and happy to be at least a small part of it.

@ultra-raging-ghost @dappersautismcreature @born-in-hell @comradeboyhalo @bigboobyhalo @mangofanarts @haloberry @halo-chainsaw @kadextra @skullhalo @aesthetic-gem and all the other ghosties here. Man, ghosties and tubblings alliance is honestly the best thing that ever happened to this community, and I loved all of your posts and liveblogging of Bad’s lore even when I didn’t have a clue what’s happening. You are all so smart and so great, ghosties never deserved all the hate them and the streamer got, I will fight for you always.

@terezicaptor you always match my freak. and that’s everything anyone in the fandom can ever ask for.

@itsbebebrainrotting @cheese-water @soulfireblue @galatoma @phatcatphergus @angelpaperclip @an0nfr0mth3d3n @flojouno @dozyrogue @charliecuntcicle @sweetmoons @kqluckity @h3xt0r @wackytheorist thank you for everything, i see you in my notes very often and most of you posted a lot about soulfire (which are always bonus points from me ahaha), and i am very glad you are here💛

@sweetie-peaches @routeriver @snopiah @thepenguisalive7 @piecanl @shumistar @diornies @flowerquib YOUR ART MY GOD YOUR ART OH GOD OH MAN OH GOD OH MYGOD SO GOOD SO INCREDIBLE OH MY GOD

@etoilesbienne and @pommunist i think both of you have the most based takes, and i almost feel smarter when i read your serious posts.

I definitely missed some people I would love to thank, but honestly, as I said, all of you deserve a special thank you. So if you read this, you are awesome and I love you.

I am not leaving the fandom. But it’s always nice to appreciate people around you.

💛💛💛

[kitausuret]

Flash Thompson Venom Recs

@vulpinesaint asked for some recommendations on getting into Flash-as-Venom, so I decided to put together a little guide. Mind you, this is geared towards already having familiarity with Eddie, and of course by extension the Venom Symbiote.

Now -- let me start by saying it may be helpful to see first where it all started going downhill for Eddie and the Symbiote (because we don't get to other hosts until after their breakup). Are any of those comics good? Not really!

But If you really wanted to you could check out Spectacular Spider-Man (2003, Jenkins/Ramos) #1-5 and Marvel Knights Spider-Man (2004, Millar/Cho) #5-12 or thereabouts, which will take you through the official breakup, Angelo Fortunato, and the introduction of Mac Gargan.

For a little taste of what the symbiote had been up to before Chosen Blond Man #2, I also recommend Dark Reign: Sinister Spider-Man (2009, Reed/Bachalo) #1-4 and Siege: Spider-Man (Reed/Santucci, one-shot, just because it's funny).

At the risk of being controversial I also rec the fabulous "New Ways to Die" arc (Amazing Spider-Man #568-573, Slott/Romita Jr.) for a peek at what's going on with Eddie during this time.

If you'd like a primer on Flash Thompson before you jump into Symbiote nonsense, you can check out Amazing Spider-Man #574, which is not a great issue but it is helpful to see what was going on with him. I also recommend the Amazing Spider-Man #622 B story "Stages of Grief" which IS really good and delightful.

Flash officially kicks off as Agent Venom in Amazing Spider-Man #654-654.1 (really -- there's a point-one issue). It's written by Dan Slott so it's not, you know, great, but if you've read Venom Inc. you know what to expect.

Venom (2011) is the real meat of Flash's time. He's kind of silly, as you can see, but for the most part I enjoyed this series. Does it have problems? Sure, but it's worth a read.. The first part (#1-27.1) is written by Rick Remender, and the second (#28-42) is by Cullen Bunn. The latter is, at least in my experience, better-loved for its introduction of Mania in #38, but they are both worth reading.

My personal highlights are: #2 (very good Flash/Symby at the end) #6-8 (Spider-Island tie-ins, you get to see what Eddie is up to) #13-14 (Circle of Four!!!) #17-22 (Savage Six, more fun with Eddie) #33-36 (esPECIALLY #35 oh my god #35 is everything to me. I'm normal don't look at me) #38-42 (Mania -- need I say more?)

I would also be remiss to leave out Superior Spider-Man (2013) #22-25 because while the story is.. meh..?? ...it does have some great Flash/Symby. I would live for them.

Agent Venom additionally appears in Secret Avengers (2010) and Thunderbolts (2013), but all I can really recommend here is the T-bolts Annual. It's a fun one.

And now we get into Cosmic Bullshit Shenanigans!

Flash and the Symbiote join up with the Guardians of the Galaxy (2013, Bendis) in #14, but are officially introduced in the Free Comic Book Day GotG special. My only recommendations here are #21-23, but they're big recommendations.

Once you've read #23, you can jump right into Venom: Space Knight #1-13 (R. Thompson), which is by FAR my favourite Venom series of all time and I'm not even joking. I can't even express how much I adore this series. WOMEN. I LOVE WOMEN. Just. Just read it. And then cry that it's only 13 issues

And from there, you know how it ends if you read Venom #150. Such was the end of Flash's time as Venom, but what a wild ride it was.

now we just need to get eddie on board with a third

If you're curious about Flash's story post-resurrection (he died, if you missed that from the Cates run) you can check out my little guide here, and also the most recent Carnage series by Torunn Grønbekk. What the future holds for Flash Thompson is up in the air (as it always is with Spidey's supporting cast) but I've got to have hope!

Happy reading!

[everythingisawayoflife]

kind of going back to a post i made earlier but assuming bruce is the same in justice league as he is in the new batman adventures (i think he is? but im just going off of how his non-masked character design didn’t really change) but i’d like to think bruce sang tim to sleep. or just sang to him in general. like in the rare moments he gets to relax, he puts on like an old frank sinatra record cause i definitely peg bruce (i could just end the sentence there but i wont) for a jazz standards, great american songbook, tin pan alley, old musical theatre standards, etc. kind of guy. “am i blue” might be his favorite but he also enjoys “the riddle song”, which i recommend the sam cooke version (the song choices here are basically me just projecting, bruce is just like me fr), “moon river”, etc. this is the stuff you’re gonna hear while bruce is reading with a nice cup of coffee, on a rainy day and he even sends sheet music of his favorite arrangements to the musicians he hires for galas. it brings him peace cause this is the kind of music his father showed him so he’s passing it down to tim, like a family heirloom of sorts. bruce is very musically talented, he was definitely a rich kid who took piano lessons and while he’s not the next beethoven, he can play a pretty sweet rendition of “dream a little dream of me”. tim will just sit at the piano and stare and bruce will sit beside him and start playing and he puts tim’s hands on his and oh god give me a sec i’ll start crying. and the thing is bruce is always making music. he has a lovely, melodic, and deep voice and humming is second nature, as well as whistling. sometimes tim asks bruce to sing him to sleep and sometimes bruce is already singing as he puts tim to bed and will finish his song as the boy’s eyes are fluttering shut.

i just got really emo about timmy todd’s relationship w/ bruce in TNBA, they are SOOOO father and son and my favorite iteration of the characters (comic purists are rolling over in their graves but idc). i love scenes when bruce is so father to tim like in “cold comfort” when freeze threatens to kill tim, the surrogate son, as a way of harming bruce and the fear in tim’s eyes is that of a scared kid and he’s not even in robin mode. he’s just scared out of his mind. or scenes when he’s doing homework in the manor living room. or even the very small sentence in the comics where bruce says “tim’s asleep in the east wing” which to me implies bruce puts tim to bed himself.

if i could have eight more seasons of TNBA and at least 150 more issues of the comic series within that universe, i’d be a happy, happy, woman.

okay this was word vomit and made no sense but this is what im contributing for the day.

[soulc-hilde]

Ch. 05 - Locked Down

Pairing: Jey Uso / Josh Fatu x Aries / Ezmeralda Bey

Synopsis: Devoted to her craft and her family, WWE Superstar Ezmeralda has a library of accolades accomplished on her own and by the side of her family like never before. As she leads the Women's Revolution to glory, romance seems to find her at the most unexpected moment... in the ring.

Warning(s): SFW, OC is a black woman, swearing, WWE-canon violence, Non-scripted fights, body shaming, body insecurities, WWE's consistant misogyny is blatant until later chapters, etc.

Cross-posted: Wattpad

Ch. 01 | Ch. 02 | Ch. 03 | Ch. 04 | Ch. 05

Atlanta, GA 

Unfortunately, Ezmeralda couldn't attend Jojo and Eva's housewarming party as she originally planned to spend time with her family and spend some time with a certain man. For the afternoon, the triplets had set out to teach their eldest nephew, Leon, how to drive and out of all the cars they had, Ezmeralda's had to suffer.

And to think, she just replaced the breaks on her Ford F-150. 

The custom painted evergreen and silver accented truck was filled with Ezmeralda, Ezra, Ezekiel, Leon, and their older brother and his father - Elijah while Josh and their other older brother, Emry, sat in the bed. Pulling into the empty parking lot, the boys begin to set up their own course of cones while Ezmeralda turns on the cameras.

Once everything was set, they begin the video with Ezmeralda in the passenger seat as Leon takes over the driver seat. Emry and Josh sit in the backseat while Ezekiel and Ezra sit in the bed of the truck. 

"Alright, nephew," Ezmeralda starts. "If you can drive a pickup truck, you can drive damn near any car on the planet. Now, with my truck, the gear shift is in the steering column. That is known as a column shift, not every car has this design, but the function is universal. You just grab and pull down."

Leon nods, "okay." 

She points at his feet. "There are only two pedals. On the left is the brake which your foot's already on and the gas is on the right." Emry cuts in, "no, the brake's not... what?" 

Josh laughs, trying to appear relaxed. "Nope, she's right. Brake's on the left, gahdamn."  "Yuh," she resumes her lecture. 

"So, when you remove your foot from the brake, the car will move. Not full throttle, but it will roll forward. Go ahead and give it a little, right now." He begins to press on the gas, forgetting to shift the vehicle into drive. The engine revs, its healthy growl was loud and deep as it settles in their bones.

"Oh, it's still in park," Emry notes. "Ok, a little rev. Little rev. How'd that feel though?" Leon laughs, "that felt like it was about to take off."

Ezmeralda shakes her head, "gahlee, you got a heavy ass foot. I know y'all felt that shit." The two men laugh, Josh's eyes widening with fear he tried so hard to play off. "What you mean did we feel that? Hell yeah!"

"Aye, son," Emry leans forward, tapping Leon on the shoulder. "You remember that episode in Spongebob? Where they were like 'big toe. Only the big toe?' You gotta do that, son. Do that, just your big toe." 

"America," Ezmeralda huffs, rubbing her face with frustration. "We gon' die. And I just fixed my truck, too!" 

Ezekiel and Ezra sit in the bed, chewing on honey buns while singing: "Guess who's gonna die, tonight? Uh, die tonight."

Ezmeralda's House

After spontaneously gaining the car back with no markings and unanimously declaring that Leon could not drive until he's reached the age of 40 which is a good age seeing as the whole Bey crew would be dead and gone, Ezmeralda and Josh decided to have a little date night to about, well, them.

"So," Josh starts, sipping some of the peach flavored Moscato. "When you think about us and our relationship, where do you see us? What do you see?"

Keeping her eyes on her plate, Ezmeralda nods and takes the moment to answer. "I can see myself being happy when I think of us. I don't know if it's because of how long we knew each other or what, but there's an unsaid understanding between us. Like, I know what you're thinking or feeling before you even say a word and vice versa."

"Before you, I never thought of myself with someone and felt real happiness and infatuation," her voice falls into a whisper as her face slowly begins to turn red. "Seeing the way you get along with my family, treating them as if they're yours and the way you don't judge me for my career and my looks. I just... I feel loved."

Josh grins, taking a hold of her hand from across the table. "Baby, gon'head and look at me," he coos. Once her toffee brown eyes meet his dark ones, he begins to speak. 

"Ezmeralda, since like '08, you've been my rock. Now, don't tell Jonathan that cause he'll throw a fuss, but from the moment we stepped into FCW and you became our mentor, I'd fallen in love with you." Her eyebrows raise, ellicting a soft chuckle.

He shrugs, "I already had a little celebrity crush on you beforehand, but seeing you in person, watchin' you work in the ring, and getting to actually have a conversation with Ezzie - The Chaotic Beauty instead of Aries - The Future Hall of Famer... I knew I had to make you mine."

"It for sure doesn't help that our families are so connected, girl, you can't get rid of me even if you tried," Josh giggles. "I know being vulnerable ain't your thing and expressing yourself like this is something new, but I want you to know that I see you. I see the effort you put in letting me know that you're feeling me, too. I see you opening your heart for me despite your fear. And I appreciate you, okay?"

A tear escapes down her cheek as she nods. Josh's grin, if possible, stretches even further as he walks around the table and pulls her into a hug. "I appreciate you, boo," he pecks her on the forehead. "And I love you." She whispers in his chest, voice trembling with her tears. "I love you, too."

"Joshua," she sighs, a timid smile taking over. "As a little girl, I've always wanted to find happiness like parents have and that includes their marriage, you know? And for the longest, I could never find it. I never found someone who looked at me like I was something valuable or treated me like so. I was always too masculine or aggressive or looking for too much - hell, there's one who complained that my family and I was too close!" 

Ezmeralda bites her lip, "and for a long time, I believed that my career was going to be my first and my last love. I even made a to-do list of accolades I wanted to do before I retired or died, but meeting Josh was like a blessing, I guess. My first love introducing me to, probably, the love of my life. I'd say that it's very poetic."

After dinner, the two were cuddling on the couch, watching tv. "Since TJ and Nattie's bachelor party's comin' up and we're officially locked in," Josh jokes with a light giggle. "How do you wanna go about the vacation?"

"For one, we can definitely share a room," Ezmeralda hums. "Ezra's bringing Charlene, rightfully taking personal time for themselves from the kids, while Ezekiel's a freak. I'on't, no, we're not kids being forced to share a room anymore." Josh laughs, shaking his head at the adorable yet disgusted grimace that takes over her round features. 

"Okay, what else?" He laughs. She adds on, "we can fly out together. Instead of us meeting down there, you can just bring your bags over here and then we can leave together." 

He nods, "say less. I'll probably start packing either tomorrow or the day after." Josh leans more of his body weight onto her as an exaggerated pout shifts onto his face. "You gon' help me, boo? You know, I forget things. Please?" 

"Yes, yes," she laughs, pushing him off. "All up on me." He kisses his teeth, side eyeing her. "Girl, please. You love when all this delicious caramel is all up on you," he rubs up and down his puffed out chest. 

Ezmeralda snorts, her head falling back as the outburt switches into a hyena laugh. "Get away from me before I kick you out my house, JJ!" He shakes his head, smiling. "Nah, come on and get you some girl. Last night, you couldn't get enough," he begins climbing on top of her as she screams, laughing. 

"Omg! Josh!" She laughs. She wraps her thick thighs around his waist and her arm around the back of his neck, rolling their bodies off the couch. He begins fake choking, arms wiggling as he goes to tap out. "Nah, go to sleep. Take yo' Niquil."

Las Vegas, NV

Touching down in Vegas, both the bride and groom's parties road to the hotel in a shared limosine. As they infiltrate the hotel, rowdy and disturbing the poor patrons, they make their way to Natalya and TJ's room. The room was decked out with a bar and an open space living room where everyone settled for the moment. 

Josh and Ezmeralda sit down at the table as Jojo and Justin check out the shower room with a stripper pole incorporated in the center while Bri and Nikki sit with Bryan, accidentally popping open the bottle of champagne. Ezra and his fiance, Charlene, sat beside, laughing at the chaos that surrounds them.

Nikki starts a quick toast, "oh, here's to boners, shit. Bachelor and bachelorette, yay!" Everyone laughs, joining in. 

After everyone settled into their rooms, they decided to head down to soak in the pool. Ezmeralda was dressed in an emerald bikini with gold accents, the swimsuit came in a set with a sheer skirt, and matching flip flops. Her and Charlene walk side by side, flanked by Josh, Ezekiel, and Ezra. Both of their men kept an arm around their waists, eyeing down any man who dared look their way. Ezekiel, on the other hand, trailed after them mindlessly as his hands rub over his pecs and his torso, hoping he didn't appear ashy. 

The group settles beside Trinity and Jon's shared layout. While Jon, Ezra, and Ezekiel set out for the water, Josh lays beside Ezmeralda, his eyes staring her down. "Look at you," he hums, moving his sunglasses up. "All glowy, girl yeh look goodt."

She laughs, nudging him with her shoulder. "Boy, hush," she playfully scolds. He shakes his head, "you want me to be quiet while you here, lookin' like a full course Michelin Star meal."

He leans over her ear, "I won't lie, though. Some folks got one more time to be starring like they got eye problems or else they really gone need that vision checked." She snorts, smacking his chest, "ignore them. At the end of the day, you the one that finna eat this meal."

"Oh," he leans back, eyebrows raised. "Is that so?" She raises her eyebrows, shrugging. "Depends... if you're hungry." He cheeses, nodding. "Girl, I'm always hungry." 

She shakes her head, "well you just ate breakfast this morning, so you gone have to wait. In the meantime, gon'head and take yo' ass for a swim. You look dehydrated." Charlene snorts, leaning away from them as Ezmeralda lightly pushes the younger Fatu away from her.

Pre-Game | Hotel

Everyone was dressed and back in the party room, pre-gaming before the parties were to separate for the night. Ezmeralda dressed in a dark purple dress that stops at the knee with a cheeky slight on the side, the top of the dress was off the shoulder with thin long sleeves and paired with black booties. They all cheer Nattie to take a shot before mingling.

Trinity, Ariane, Nikki, Charlene, and Ezmeralda sit on the couch beside Bri, talking. "So, are we gonna see Bri Mode, tonight?" Trin asks. The twin smirks, "maybe not tonight," before taking a sip of her champagne. 

Ariane and Ezmeralda laugh while Trinity groans. "She's like, 'maybe not tonight,'" Ariane mimics the Bella twin, the group laughing. 

TJ calls for a toast, raising his pink solo cup. "A toast to Natalie Neidhart, who has definitely kept me level," everyone 'aw's at his moment of vulnerability. "And from flying off the deep end. And, the one person who's the reason I'm still here and still kicking, so..." Everyone raises their glasses, sending their praises for the childhood sweethearts. 

Nikki then stands, walking off to the side. "I'm sorry, but, us girls, are getting ready to go to Chippendale and we can't be late for the show. We love you guys, but you gotta go." 

Josh shakes his head, arms gripping Ezmeralda's waist. "Y'all really kickin' us out, twin." Nikki shrugs, laughing, in response. Josh turns to the older woman, pecking her on the lips repeatedly. "You just gone let her kick us out?" 

Ezmeralda shrugs, laughing, "aye, that ain't my fight, Uce." He playfully glares at her, pinching at her sides. "Girl, shut up and give me my kiss." She does so, laughing against his lips. "Be safe, alright? And call me if you need, I love you."

"I will and I love you," she whispers, gently backing away. She watches as he leaves out the door with the rest of the men, trying to ignore Trinity's bouncing eyebrows.

While Jojo couldn't participate in the activities because of her age and Eva personally stayed away from alcohol, the two decided to just walk around and enjoy each other's company while the others partied and enjoy the show. As the night continues, Bri becomes lost in the alcohol and the music as her, Nikki, and Ariane dance on top of the mini tables in the section. She even ran across the couch with the drink in hand. 

"Oh, Lord," Ezmeralda laughs, shaking her head as Nikki falls off the couch. Trinity shakes her head, "y'all we gotta wrestle next week." 

Before the girls... Bri, could get too far gone, they decided to retreat back to the bachelorette room where they continued to drink and have fun in a safer space. Bri and Ezmeralda sit beside Natalya, noticing that her mood turned dark quick. 

"I don't know what it is," Natalya laughs, "but Brie, Ezzie, please don't get mad at me.  I know you guys are gonna get so mad. But, I honestly can't get Jaret out of my mind. I don't know what it is and what's wrong with me?"

Both women's faces drop, eyes slightly widening at the bomb. They don't say anything yet, allowing the woman to continue. "I don't know why, but I wanna text back and Nicole told me not to text back. But I already have."

"This is your bachelorette party," Brie points out. Nattie takes a seat, "Yeah, I feel so overwhelmed to be honest. I feel like there's nobody on the planet that I love more than TJ. Bit, I feel like I'm not ready for it." Her phone vibrates. 

Brie and Ezmeralda follow her to the master bedroom. "What's wrong with me?" She asks, eyes tearing up. "Like, I wanted to have this fairytale wedding, but part of me is like so scared." 

"When we were seeing the Chippendales, I was not looking forward to it. But when we went there, it was something fun, right?" Brie speaks. "The way the guys looked at you and it was like... ugh and you're just like, 'whoa.' You feel wanted. And you just feel like, 'wow, in these guys' eyes, we're it.' And that's what Jaret's making you feel."

Ezmeralda chimes in, nodding. "Nattie, you and TJ have been rocking with one another for 13 years," her eyebrows raise, "there's some marriages that don't even last that long, but y'all have. You guys have spent so much of your lives with one another, that a part of you becomes jumpy when this new spark of attention is given to you."

"Once TJ had his injury, your relationship took a bump and he wasn't willing to actually hear you. Instead, he kept shoving you onto the back burner. So, when a guy like Jaret comes through and he's saying all these nice things, he's giving you the attention that TJ should be."

Nattie nods, "and it's funny to me because no matter how many times, Jaret tells me all these nice things, at the end of the day, it's just TJ that I love. A part of me, though, feels like, scared to totally seal the deal."

"And you have the right to be," Ezmeralda smiles. "For all these years, you both had the opportunity to leave one another. Try to find someone else to start over with, but you didn't because y'all are meant for each other. With marriage, that's not something you can just get up and leave when things become tough."

Nattie nods, wiping her face. "I think I'm just becoming overwhelmed with everything." Ezmeralda nods, "that's okay, I'ma head to my room with Josh. Have a goodnight, Nattie."

Ezmeralda makes her way out, reaching the hotel room. Unlocking the door with her card, she walks in, trying to be as silent as possible with every step. Just as she turns the corner to the bed, Josh's body flashes from behind the wall as he screams. Her body freezes, leaping in the air as a delayed shout explodes from her lungs. 

"Oh my God," she pants, hand over her heart as it pulses against her ribs. Josh laughs, clapping his hands before pulling the woman into his chest. "I'm sorry, mamas. I'm sorry, I had to."

Calming down as her soul returns to her body, she sends a chop to his chest, teeth gritted together. "Joder tu madre, cabron!" She curses as he laughs, following her to the bed. "I'm sorry, baby!" He apologizes once again, collapsing on the bed beside her.

"How was your night?" He asks, lightly stroking her exposed thigh. She smiles, "it was good. Brie went into Brie Mode, I ain't never seen someone run across a couch with heels on and a full cup of liquor in hand." 

He laughs, shaking his head at the image that pops into his head. "Y'all was cutting up, huh?" She shakes her head, "I was not cutting up, sir. Do not add me into that equation, I was innocent."

He hums in disbelief, pulling her in closer. "However, I ain't worried about all that. Since you back and we both got some energy left, how about that meal I was promised? What's on the menu?"

She hums, making her way to her feet, slowly stripping herself from the dress. "The chef has yet to prepare the food, sir. Not even the meat has been cleaned." He jumps to his feet, "don't even worry about the mean. Salmonella ain't never killed nobody."

"Shut up!" She laughs, backing up for the bathroom. "Just wait, it won't take long, just like 20-30 minutes." He takes slow steps forward, "nah. I want my meal now." He goes to lunge but she evades him, ducking into the bathroom.

As she goes to shut the door, he bursts through, arms wrapping around her naked waist. "Joshua!" She screams as he kicks the door closed. 

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How are we liking the story so far? I've always wanted to do a fanfic based off of Total Divas since I got into wrestling, but nobody was making Jey Uso fics except for like a few quick imagines on Tumblr.

I'm happy that my man is getting his shine in the spotlight; however, it's coming at a great cost because he still has yet to win a solo match for a solo title whereas Baby Fatu is spearheading a main event storyline with Roman, chasing after the title and he's only been in the main roster for about a year, I think. 

Like, what's the purpose of being Main Event Jey Uso if y'all not finna give him a winning chance? He's leaving his family for damn near 5 days a week to put that work in and nothing to say for it except the crowd reception. 

And don't even get me started on the rumors folks have been starting about his marriage. Like, Ms. Takecia has never been one to have her face all up in a camera even before Jey's big solo push. Even at events such as HOF, there's photos on Pinterest of her posing with Trinity and Galina, but there's none of her being caught on live camera because she's not into it. 

But she was there by Jey's side in one of those WWE vlogs, her and both of his sons. Leave that family alone and stop making lies about his marriage because Takecia is that man's high school sweetheart and doesn't owe y'all her damn appearance. She's living her life as a wife and a mother, leave them alone!

[play-my-game]

Exactly a year ago, I started this English version of my card game.

Six cards per day. 2190 cards and now more followers than that, so thanks to all the people that have been following this blog because that's what made me continue after the French version got nuked.

But now that I'm here and as I'm reaching the end of the pile of cards I made, it raises the question of what I should do.

Should I restart from the beginning, with updates for some of the cards (I'm still happy to get a message when I missed a typo or a poorly written sentence, as english isn't my first language) , and adding the new ones along the way? I'm well aware that most of you weren't there a year ago and never scrolled all the way down. More lazy than kinky heh?

Or should I only post the new cards, knowing I won't be able to be even close of doing 6 per day ?

I had more than half the cards already done when I started this blog, and lets be honest, the remaining creative space to avoid duplicates (and yeah, I'm sure there are duplicates in the pile already, or close) is shrinking. There isn't an infinity of kinks, after all... (OK maybe there is, but you get the idea)

So I'd like to know you preference, to help me take a decision.

Oh, and for those willing to have a look at some alternate and/or censored cards, I got over 150 cards that didn't pass the censorship, so I'll try to find a way to have them available at some point ;)

[ghosttownwherenoonegoes]

Eri!!! 🖤 https://www.tumblr.com/ghosttownwherenoonegoes/718476780121505792/in-honour-of-the-1st-year-anniversirywith-our-baby?source=share

I'll get my new sideline uniform for cheer next week because the season starts and...maybe Eddie reacting to that? Or accompanying me to cheer for me while I'm cheering? That's the dream 🖤

The cheerleader's cheerleader

Kiki!!🥰✨Okay, so I thought long and hard about this request, what to write and how to write it, and I think I finally got something worthy of the person who not only introduced me to Eddie Munson, but also coaxed me into watching Stranger Things and therefore introduced me to a comfort character and a comfort show in one hit!!💗I hope that you enjoy this. I did a lot of research on cheer; watched some videos, studied your DMs and tried to incorporate everything that I could, and I did my bestest!!! Thank you for everything, Kiki, you made this fandom my home and I'm so grateful for everything.🫂

Word count: 1, 150.

(It had to be this GIF, it had to be.🤣🥺My heart is aching, I miss him so much.💔)

SOME physical description given; reader is a flyer so they are explicitly described as being small. Kiki was absolutely in mind 100% when I wrote this so it’s very tailored to her. I hope others can enjoy it, though.

You had been quietly and impatiently waiting for your sideline uniform to be sent to you through the post; the cheerleading season started soon and that was all you were waiting on for your position as a flyer to become official. Somehow, the experience of getting to go back into cheerleading and your corresponding emotions became more real once you had the uniform in your hands, adorable hair ribbons included.

It was supposed to arrive this week and you couldn't have been more pleased, excited and nervous if you had tried. Eddie, if it was possible, was even more of everything than you were. The sweet boy was like a sponge, soaking up the atmosphere around you as you seemed almost to vibrate whenever you sat or stood still for an extended period of time. You reminded Eddie - and Uncle Wayne, when the plant let him have a rare night off - of himself, when he was in the throes of planning a new campaign. He would giggle to himself as he made contingency plans of contingency plans, come up with creative ways for his sheep's characters to get themselves out of the stick situations he threw them into, a shepherd tending to his flock even as he tortured them just a little, just enough to get them squirming in their seats and whispering wishes into hands cupped around many sided dice. He was a sadistic Dungeon Master and yet he experienced genuine happiness and excitement when he was bested, proud of his sheep and of his Hellfire boys.

And you, oh, you were a live wire. Cheer was the only sports you had ever enjoyed. It was one of your true callings in life, you could feel it deep in your bones. You had been given the position of a flyer due to your physical stature; you were small which meant that you could do backflips in the air, reach the top of the pyramid, be thrown around and receive the attention and admiration of an entire crowd of people. It was incredibly difficult, and it was a sport which Eddie had a lot of respect for. He never included cheerleaders in his anti-conformity canteen-table rants for a reason and that was because it was genuinely hard to be a cheerleader. It required so much practice, determination, passion and trust in the other cheerleaders. But shit like bastketball? Toss a ball into a basket and that was the extent of it... Eddie had no respect for that. None at all. Jocks weren't worth it, but cheerleaders? Eddie admired them.

You loved the thrill of being up in the air, of feeling the wind in your hair and seeing the gymnasium from an angle very few got to. It gave you an adrenaline high like nothing else, and Eddie loved the spark it put in your eyes.

"Hey, sweetheart?" Eddie came bounding around the corner of his bedroom, his dark curls brushing against the tops of his shoulders and his chocolate eyes soft with love for you. He was holding a package in his hands and you knew just from the smirk of your face what he was bringing you. "Look what I've got ~ " the gleeful sing song of his voice made you grin, the expression infectious as Eddie couldn't keep his own off his face. Oh, but you two were always feeding off each other's emotions and making any moment even more special between the two of you. You were so very similar, in many ways.

You loved cheer, you loved it, and you needed no prompting at all from Eddie to grab the package as you tore it open and your eyes consumed the first sight of your uniform, as your hands felt the material for the first time; tougher than usual thanks to the factory starch which was always put onto new clothes. Eddie's smile was still almost as wide as his face, threatening to split his cheeks in two as he watched you. You were so happy, squealing and expressing your excitement so viscerally that you weren't even fully aware of yourself, and the sweet man was simply enjoying your happiness and deriving his own from it. If you were the sunshine, then Eddie was the tallest sunflower, following you wherever you went for the pleasure of your warmth across his face.

"Go try it on, babe, go on," The upward lilt of Eddie's voice sounded a lot like when he was goading his sheep to make a decision during a tense moment in a campaign, and you were gone like a bullet from a gun, leaving Eddie staring after you with an ache in his chest.

When had the Dungeon Master become the cheerleader's cheerleader?

Thankfully, your unform fit with no problems and days passed, until finally, finally, it was the first day of the season. If Eddie had thought that you were excited before, when you received your uniform in the post, then it had nothing on what you were feeling right now. You had your feet firmly on the ground and yet it felt like you were already on the top of the pyramid, your lungs burning in your chest, your body working hard to keep you steady atop the others, your adrenaline high even higher than you. You were on cloud nine and Eddie was right there beside you, his hand tightly in yours, fingers interlocked.

"So, sweetheart," Eddie tooks his keys out of the ignition and turned to smirk at you, his hands reaching out in opposite directions; one sliding up from your knee where it had rested to wrap around your wrist, and the other grasping for the door handle. You should have known that what it looked like Eddie was doing, wasn't what he had planned. "You ready to do that, y'know," he mimed a very weak, silly imitation of cheerleading to make you giggle, "thing you do?"

Your voice was saturated with sunshine and laughter as you said, "you coming with me? That'd be a dream, Eddie." You cracked the passenger side door open but remained in your seat, wanting every second right beside Eddie. Oh, but you loved him so much that it put a solid ache in your chest.

Eddie leaned over the console between your seats to give you a lingering, tender kiss to your forehead as he murmured, "I wouldn't wanna be anywhere else. I promise." Something shifted in his chest as he said that. Something clicked into place for him, just as it had for you the day that you had signed up for cheer once again. Eddie remembered a few days ago when he had asked himself to recall when the Dungeon Master had also become the cheerleader's cheerleader?

But now he knew the answer. He could feel it in his bones...

... It was the day he had fallen in love with you.

[moles-hideout]

Norton Campbell x Male! S/o college au!

Tw: Hints of NSFW, fighting (not really but still)

Tags: College au, Established Roommates, Established relationship, Fluff, Crack

A/N: This just very self indulgent tee hee :3

You and Norton have been best friends since Junior high. You two had been together through thick and thin, no matter what life threw at you. You two were inseparable, having each other's back at any time. (Even bailing Norton out of jail once but shhh)

To be clear, Norton is not someone who can be easily approached due to his infamous extreme mood swings but no one would have ever imagined that Norton would have a lover up until now. It felt almost natural for the both of you though. No matter what challenges you two face, you both always find a way support and uplift each other. You've celebrate many achievements together and provide a shoulder to lean on during tough times. The loyalty and care you two have for each other can never be replicated so easily.

Currently, you both graduated with a bang, got into your dream college and are now living in the dorms as roommates. Both of you having shared countless adventures and secrets through out your lives and ever since living together, it made the two of you even closer, to see each other's quirks and flaws. The other students really question if you two are just roommates or an old married couple.

Inside the dorm room, it's covered in a colorful mess of post-it notes with sweet messages, silly doodles, and inside jokes. It's their way of communicating and brightening each other's days. And in random occasions, you two leave love notes that are hidden in the most unexpected and odd places, like inside shoes or inside the cereal, keeping the romance alive in your everyday lives.

One of your favorite things about living together is the silly and weird traditions you two created. From weekend movie marathons to impromptu Mario kart competitions in the living room. Not to mention the endless prank war you two have, from putting plastic bugs in the shower to scaring each other during a scary movie, these traditions and antics have led to countless fond moments of laughter and bonding.

You two created a ridiculous number of nicknames for each other, some of which make no sense to anyone else but for you two, it's filled with love and whacky inside jokes.

Although, there are some downsides with living together. Mornings are a whirlwind of chaos as you two rush around trying to get ready for work or to class, often accidentally grabbing each other's clothes or toothbrushes in the rush.

One time, you accidentally took Norton's jacket to class and your professor (definitely not Luchino) teased you about it teehee.

We all know that Norton is frugal and thrifty, from extreme couponing to bargaining for half a prize. He wants to take you out for a dinner date in a very expensive restaurant? It now costs a fraction of what it was originally priced. Planning to go to that one very expensive amusement park? You bet your sweet ass he'll be surfing on the internet to find online discounts. "NonNon doesn't this [insert item here] cost $150?" "Oh yeah, I got a discount. I got it for $59." "I beg your pardon?-" "Then beg."

One time Norton got a call from one of your friends at the party you were attending, they've called to tell him to go pick your drunk ass up. Once he arrives, he sees you biting someone's ankle like an animal. (He had to tie you up to stop your reign of chaos.)

But your favorite part of the day, is where nighttime comes. Where the stress of the day leaves you both as a sense of peace and comfort replaces it.

There are times when words aren't necessary – just being around each other brings a sense of calm and happiness, you two find solace in each other's presence even in silence. You two can spend hours together simply reading working on their hobbies or just cuddling on the couch without needing to fill the silence with words. Sometimes, you both share vulnerable moments confess secrets and offer each other support. There's no need for words in such, for you both already know what the other is feeling after all. And it's already enough.

Hihihiiii thanks for reading my first hcs, I'm still trying to juggle school work and making hcs so please be a bit patient with me darlings! (⁠づ⁠｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡⁠)⁠づ

[yumedoca]

Why ‘Last Date’ is the my favorite Ataru focused chapter - An Analysis 🧐 (Long Post)

Hai there, hope you’re having a great day! Today on ‘Yuca Analyzes Silly Things (For No Reason)’,  we’ll be talking about what I believe to be the best Ataru storyline written, which is ‘Chapter 247: Last Date’.

Note: All of the facts and evidence and such are taken from the manga because: a) it’s the canon source, b) the og anime changes a lot in relation to the story and character to the point it isn’t consistent and c) it hasn’t been adapted in the remake (yet…).

Also, We’re going to be analyzing this chapter according to the story progression, so we’re going page by page. I’ll skip the bits which don’t need analysis and focus on the ones that do.

With all of that aside, let’s begin!

The chapter starts of with Nozomi’s (The ghost girl) diary entry of the ‘wonderful gentleman’ she admires from her window…

To those who aren’t aware of how this chapter was pushed into existence, here’s a bit from an interview with Takahashi’s editor at the time, Tomofumi Arito:

First up, I like how Nozomi falls for Ataru. Because of Ataru’s flirtatious and womanizing habits, women can easily understand how he is from meeting him. But in Nozomi’s case, since she could’ve only seen Ataru from her window (and here we’re assuming he hasn’t flirted at all from where she can see), all she sees is a young man who’s very energetic and happy, in contrast to her who is sick and unwell. This small part of his personality (even if it is fueled by his lust to chase women, but she doesn’t know that…) has managed to capture her heart. It’s quite difficult to write an everyday woman to fall for someone like Ataru (Lum is not an everyday woman, is she?), so to make the woman who falls for him someone who couldn’t get close to him and only observe him from afar, and only a little bit because of personal restrictions is basically a small but genius writing move from Takahashi’- sensei’s part. Also, Fun fact: Nozomi’s name means ‘Hope’, which is pretty symbolic as well. Moving on…

Now we’ll skip to the part where Nozomi asks Ataru to wear the sweater she knit him (on a very hot day)…

This is one of those times where Ataru’s kinder side shows through, it’s a pretty obvious scenario to understand however it’s a bit deeper than just that… You see back in the three parter storyline ‘O, Rain! Rain and Rain More!’, Ataru had the choice to go on date a very beautiful girl to free her from a curse of a rain spirit. He accepted to do this very kind deed, but his intentions weren’t the purest…

Compare that with this chapter (which takes place around 150 chapters later), You can see that Ataru’s doing a kind deed again, but unlike last time, he has absolutely nothing to gain from it: He goes on a date with a cute ghost girl but he can’t enjoy it because it’s too hot and after the date is successful, she’ll end up resting in peace, so he can’t be lovers with her. Yet, he still goes on this date because he felt sorry for poor Nozomi and he didn’t want to disappoint her. Now that’s what I call ‘👏 Character Development!! 👏’

Now we take a small break from analyzing the Ataru stuff, because there’s something else I love in this chapter which I want to point out… and that is…

…Lum

Okay, so what I love about Lum in this chapter is how the usual jealous girl acts towards the whole situation. When she hears Sakura request Ataru to go on a date, she was pretty mad. But when she sees that he was supposed to go on a date with a ghost so she would rest in peace, she understood the gravity of the situation and that it was to help someone instead of being jealous like usual. She even tried persuading him to wear the sweater when he initially refused..

It really shows how much Lum has grown from her antagonist days (Oh, and if you were wondering she wasn’t jealous in the rain girl chapter as well, which just means character development struck her quite early). This is also one of those things which is only there in the manga, the original anime adaptation has extra scenes of her being jealous and being mad at Ataru for going on the date and making her seem unsympathetic (even though the persuading scene from above was still left intact? Like, what was even the point?) I’m sorry for rambling, this change just pisses me off so much, like even Sakura points out her behavior in the episode… …Now, back to Ataru!

The next thing we’ll talk about is the end of the date and when Nozomi finally rests in peace…

First, I find it so sweet how Ataru’s expression changes as Nozomi fades away, you can really see that she has made an impression on him, and of course the last three panels… Ataru stating that he’ll wear those a bit longer, despite how hot it must’ve been, because he didn’t have the heart to take it off is so damn sweet and cute… and from that we go into the final page of the chapter…

I Love This Page. No, seriously, if I could pick my favorite page from the manga, this is it.

I love how Ataru visits Nozomi’s grave later on, he didn’t have to, yet he still did it anyways. That was very thoughtful of him. Not everyone would go to the grave of someone who they have never seen before in their life till a single date.

I love how Lum calls him ‘kind’, Ataru rarely receives genuine compliments and he very well deserved this one.

I love how Ataru’s reaction to Lum’s words, he doesn’t usually get genuine compliments but he acts like it no big deal and that it’s something anyone will do (There are some people who wouldn’t), compared to his usually selfish demeanor.

I love the way Lum looks at Ataru, a gaze filled with love 💕.

I love how Lum wishes to be a ghost so she could be treated the same way Nozomi was, that just shows how much she wants Ataru to show his love.

I love how Ataru calls her stupid right after that because her being a ghost would mean that he would lose her and that’s the last thing he would want and finally…

I love the bittersweet feeling this page leaves me with. Usually every time a chapter ends with a sweet moment between Ataru and Lum, I feel soft and happy. This is one makes me feels kinda soft because of Ataru’s kindness, kinda sad because Lum wants Ataru to open up his feelings so much that she wished to be a ghost and kinda happy because Ataru calling her stupid reassures her that in the sense he does care for her. No other page really makes me feel like this. It gives me chills. Even Takahashi- Sensei has stated that this page ‘made a tingle run up her spine’ while drawing it, to quote from the continuation of the interview from above as stated by Arito- San:

In conclusion, ‘Last Date’ is my favorite Ataru focused chapter because of how Ataru’s portrayed in it, It’s a chapter, which shows how much he has grown from how he was before. It shows that Ataru can kind and caring to anyone. I also like how this chapter as a whole doesn’t focus on Ataru and Lum’s relationship but rather Ataru’s character instead. I wholeheartedly believe the reason Ataru has changed as a person was because of Lum’s love for him and his caring nature for her has expanded towards others as time went on. It’s exactly how you write a romantic relationship: their main character trait isn’t the other person, instead they both leave a positive impact on each other so the other grows, as in they are strong as individuals, but it’s only because of the other. They are written with that in mind and that’s why I love them 💕. Thanks for taking time to read this analysis and I hope I was able to show you why I love this chapter so much. I hope I managed to do this chapter justice because it’s amazing. Thanks to everyone who voted for the poll I held before, and those who voted for the other options, don’t worry I’ll eventually get to them as well. I also apologize if I’ve overlooked anything or made any mistakes. If you have any doubts or questions about this analysis feel free to send an ask and if you want me to do an analysis about other characters, feel free to send an ask for that as well. You can check out my other analysis on my analysis tag.  And finally, likes are appreciated and reblogs are even more appreciated (seriously, please reblog this so more people can see this post, since I spent a lot of time on this!!). Hope you have a great day ahead!! 💕

[intoxicated-chan]

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Series’ Masterlist // Wattpad Vers.

(A/n) // One thing I’m having trouble with is, will this be up to your guys standards? Will you guys be happy with the finally product? When it comes to posts like these, I always think twice and spend more time rewriting everything. But now I am like the final writing and I hope you guys as well. Thank you all for reading, and I thank you all. Also there are Saints Row references.

Content Warnings // The purchase of firearm ammo, guns, photo taking, mentions of scars…

Word Count // 1.3k

It was strange for a gun shop to open so late at night, but it was that time when I stepped in, that night when I finally met him…

“Welcome back.” The worker snickers at the blonde’s tired state, “Another rough night?” The blonde sadly nods as he walks into the employee’s room.

The next time, there was an accident. You were leaving the shop as he came in, you shoulder hit him, “I’m sorry.” You apologize.

“No worries.” He widely smiles.

And the next was when you finally got a better view of him. The worker and him were talking amongst themselves as you searched for a new gun, “So, I’ve already stocked most of the items, all you need to do is keep the ammo stocked up and dust. You didn’t do that last time.”

“Sorry.” He hangs his head in shame and then lifts it. He makes eye contact with you, waving with his prosthesis arm and with his usual wide smile.

You wave back at him. If you looked close enough, you could see a beauty mark under his left eye, he had orange round glasses that complimented his bright red jacket. His left arm seemed to be a prosthesis. There was just something about him that just spoke that this man was the embodiment of happiness.

“Vash!” The worker shook his shoulders, “Are you even listening to me?”

You couldn’t help but laugh when the blonde named Vash came up with an excuse for the last time he didn’t dust, “So, that’s his name. Vash.”

You slowly entered the shop, looking around for anyone but no one could be seen. You should’ve expected that when a small lamp was the only light source the shop had on at the moment. As you walked around, you let your index finger run over the table, collecting the forgotten dust. You rub it between your fingers before wiping it on your pants.

You see old weapons and materials left on shelves. You nearly trip on a plate, it clunks under your food. You pick it up and wipe the dust off it, looking over the design. It was carved into the plate. It was great and all but you were looking for someone.

Swallowing nervously, setting the plate to the side, “Hello?” Your voice sounded like a whisper, “Hello?” You try again, louder this time.

And this time, you could hear objects dropping, someone cursing as they made their way through the confusing placement of shelves. Slowly the voice got louder until the familiar man stood in front of you, “Welcome to Friendly Fire!” He stood proudly, arms crossed, and again, smiled widely, “How can I be of assistance?” Cocking his head to the side.

He radiates positive energy. Almost like a puppy, “I’d just like to buy some ammo.” You answer.

“Oh, then come with me.” He leads you to the register where he stands behind, “What kind of ammo would you like to purchase? We range from pistols to explosives.”

“Just a .44 and .45 Shepard.”

He hastily nods, typing a few things into his computer before looking at you, “May I see an ID?” You hand it to him. He takes a moment to look before handing it back to you, “How many?” He asks.

“Um, three for each please.”

He grabs his keys and opens the glass door, coming back up with the ammo in hand, “Here you go.” Typing a few more things, “And your total comes to $150, will you be paying cash or credit?”

“Cash.” Handing him the twenties and a single ten.

He takes the cash and counts, he pops open the register and places the cash in its place, “Would you like a bag?” Handing you the ammo, feeling his fingers slightly touch yours.

You shake your head, using your small bag to store the ammo, “Thank you.”

“No problem.” He smiles, “Have a wonderful night...” He watches you leave the store, “(Y/n).”

Now, you weren’t gonna say that you didn’t know the guy. It’s more like you come here as a regular, mainly because you have been training a good friend of yours. You only saw him when he was starting his shit, never ringing or helping you out until now.

‘How much of an idiot was I? Today was the perfect chance and I blew it!’

Vash very loudly whined like a beaten puppy. His head hitting the desk in defeat as his courage deflates. He was a fool.

But he perks back up, he’s quick to fix himself. With his head held up high and hair fixed, he’s again determined to try again.

‘All right, when I see her, I’ll try again.’

Vash jumps from behind a random shelf, “Welcome back- Oh no!” He catches your falling body but ends up falling with you, on top of you.

“Talk about enthusiasm.” You groan out in pain, hissing.

“I’m so sorry!” He apologizes, still on top of you. But he gets off, flustered and spitting out whatever appears to be an apology, “I-I didn’t mean to scare you!”

“I’m sure you didn’t.” Vash helps you stand.

“Um… I’m Vash!”

“I know your name.” You tell him, “I heard your co-worker say it, anyways, I’m (Y/n).”

“Are you sure you’re alright?”

“Yes, yes, you can stop worrying now.”

As you dust yourself off, Vash fixes his hair and clears his throat. Once you finish, “So, are you here to buy more ammo?”

You shake your head, “I’m just waiting for a friend. She went back to the car to grab her ID. She should be here-”

“I’m sorry I took so long!” Meryl pants, holding out her ID, “I got it!” Before she could say anything to you, she saw Vash, “Vash? I didn’t know you were working here?”

Vash awkwardly chuckles, “I told you a few days ago.”

“Like I was saying, Meryl placed a package. We’re just here to pick it up and register it.” You explain to Vash.

Vash nods, now standing behind the register, “Can I get a name and phone number?” You stand back as Meryl tells him the necessary information. After the ID check, he looks through the mountains of packages until he finds the one with her name on it, “Here you go.” Handing it to her, “Anything else?”

“Nope. Thanks Vash.”

“No problem, Meryl.” He clears his throat again, “Have a wonderful night, you guys.”

“You too.” Meryl responds.

4:42 AM - VASH’S HOUSE

It wasn’t everyday Vash found someone he could love, partially due to how much he over-thought everything, which is why his partners never stayed. His brother wasn’t much of a helper, even though he knew Nai cared for him, Nai believed he didn’t need anyone.

Vash tiredly slips off his jacket, then his turtleneck. The predominant scars over his body outlined everything he hated, especially his prosthesis. The second reason no one ever stayed. They found it disgusting, repulsive, even more so since prosthesis was nearly if not his entire arm. They saw him as a liability, nothing more.

But he remembers when your warm fingers touched his, it made his heart race. And if he was being honest, he wanted to spend more time with you, but when he saw Meryl… It wasn’t jealousy, more like it found it strange that she was hanging out with you. But the more he thought about it, the more it made his heart ache.

He falls back on his bed, grabbing his camera, he clicks through the many photos he had taken of you. All of them were of you, not noticing the camera. He smiled, feeling his face heat up.

It made him feel better, afterall, you only lived a few blocks away from him.

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[yourworsttotebag]

Characters I've shipped Evie with, ranked by how likely it is that they would have kids together:

(fwiw I don't think Evie would prioritize having children and would even be sort of nervous about becoming a parent)

Wyll - almost certainly. He'd be super psyched, would tell her it was important to him, and would demonstrate often how good he is with children. Also if this is my arranged marriage au they would probably go into it expecting to have a child.

Halsin - also enthusiastic but more likely to let Evie come around to it on her own than outright asking her. When they meet, Evie would still have like 150+ possible years still left to her lifespan so neither of them would rush. But I think one day she'd just see him playing with one of the Reithwin orphans and be like "Oh fuck..."

Gale - 80-90% chance they would just enjoy their magical dual income no kids lifestyle but that leaves a 10-20% chance that they would do it. Neither of them have any capacity for baby talk and talk to their infant like they're an adult.

Shadowheart - I'm still kind of figuring out what kind of post-game life Evie and Shadowheart would both be happy with. I can maaaaaaaaaybe see them deciding that one of them should get pregnant but certainly not right away.

Astarion - I cannot imagine a scenario in which they would have a kid on purpose.

[bob-artist]

Art vs artist 2023!

In terms of comics, this was my most productive year ever, which also meant that in terms of money and social media presence (two things entirely unrelated to each other for me), it was my worst year in recent memory, haha.

That's what happens when 90% of your work is for projects that aren't released yet. (And, income-wise, when you're doing more comics and less product design. But I really needed to make that shift...)

Here's some of what happened in 2023!

I finished 23 pages of DOTU

I finished 26 pages of Into the Smoke

I thumbed/penciled/inked/flatted an additional 45 ITS pages (meaning they're each about 2 hours away from being done)

I scripted chapters 2 and 3 of Into the Smoke (150-200 pages)

I sold a graphic novel to a publisher! 🎉

I scripted 260 pages of that graphic novel

I offloaded a HUGE amount of dead weight from my chest :D

I lost soooooooo much muscle :( (post-op restrictions)

But now I'm finally starting to gain it back!

I had to say goodbye to 3 elderly pets ;_; The worst

Oh and also there was freelance, though I took a lot less this year

Since I've been working on pages assembly-line style, I'm a little annoyed that my "finished" count of total comic pages is only 50 despite having nearly finished 95 pages. But that means that in January or February 2024, I'll get to magically say "I finished 45 full-color, shaded, 600dpi comic pages this month." XD

Part of me is happy with these numbers because they're better than any previous year. But they're also lower than I *want.* I'm at an age now where I'm calculating how many healthy years I have left to make these epic-length comics, and it's... not a great thought. I know that the only way to work faster is to simplify my style or hire help, but I have mixed feelings about both of those things.

Also, as someone who was a prose author first, I'll just always be frustrated by how much slower and more labor intensive comics are for the same amount of story.

I also have to occasionally remind myself that I lost some time this year to pet hospice care, pet grief, and a major surgery...

Also, I'm happy I got so much comics work done, but I'm sad that I didn't write any prose this year. But hopefully now that I'm so far ahead on the *writing* portion of my active comics, I'll have more steam to pick up Merritt's Story book 3 next year...

[jordosprout]

Howdy! It's @stars-n-spice with asks for the Bad Batch Ask Game :D 1, 12, 22, 24, and 40! 🩵💫

Hii! Thanks for sending asks I've been needing to explode about Bad Batch all day

Favorite thing about the show?

I am super indicvisive so there's a few-

I really love the familial dynamic with the Batch it's very comforting

I enjoyed seeing how they changed their armor throughout the seasons

I loved researching the armor modifications they have

The community is very creative and skilled

The humor was well written and so was Crosshairs growth!!!

12. Which Batcher do you think would be your best friend?

Best friend would probably be Tech (not just cause he's my favorite) because I love listening to people ramble. Also because he is blunt and direct which would make interacting with him easy for me. I'm relatively quiet and enjoy calm people and parallel play. But on that note I can see Wrecker being up there too. Physical touch is a huge part of my love language and he definitely shows it's his as well. I can imagine him giving big hugs after rough missions. Honestly I'd love to play games with Wrecker, he has amazing reactions and such a sweet personality.

22. Which Batcher inspires you the most?

Crosshair absolutely. He shows that people can change for the better, and that if given the opportunity, you can heal. I hope someday we get some sort of media showing his healing process/journey.

And Tech (lotta these answers are going to be Tech I'm so sorry). He shows that autism isn't evil. That someone can be successful, strong, and smart while being autistic. That someone can be loving, and that expressing emotions differently doesn't mean they aren't felt. I love hearing his point of view on Crosshair joining the Empire, how you can understand why someone does something without agreeing with it.

24. Do you have any hot controversial takes?

I personally don't think Tech being brought back would lessen his sacrifice. I dunno if that means he simply finds his way back to the others or something else. But I don't think someone needs to die in order for their sacrifice to mean something. Hell doing something knowing you could die is already enough. I will always always believe he's alive, even if he canonically isn't. Personally as mentioned in other posts, I am not diagnosed with autism, but online screenings and outside opinions lead me to believe that I am autistic. And with that said, I related to Tech. Him being shutdown when he was excited or wanting to say something, him not displaying emotions in a way that others understood, and so much more. Him 'dying' was a huge betrayal to me. I finally found a character I could relate to in Star Wars, and he was taken away so quickly. And it felt like there was not enough talked about on that part. It could just be me feeling hurt by it and wishful thinking. But losing Tech was awful.

40. Favorite scenes?

TAY-0 getting obliterated

Tech's little head tilt when TAY-0 says he repairing him wrong

Tech and Omega's cave scene

Crosshair meditating

Big hug with Cross, Wrecker, & Hunter

Wrecker showing Omega her own place on the Marauder

Cross, Hunter, & Omega's hug

"You're as bad as Hunter" "Oh, I'm much worse"

"That's not her ugly side?"

Tech getting excited while a zillo about to kill him

"It is an unscheduled study break"

"My left femur has been fractured by approximately 150 kilograms of pressure... so no"

Most of it is Tech and all of the soft sides of Bad Batch, and there is a lot. But at the end of the day, this show has made me so happy (and sad) on so many different occasions.

Sorry for all the extra yapping

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 188. brb x oc

a/n: i finished this chapter sooner because my connection is bad and oh my god please let me post please (comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!! they make my nights they really do<3)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: LIGHT TEASING THAT'S ALL

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Bradley blinks his eyes open once the morning peeks through the curtains, his head slowly lifting from the pillow when he hears his phone vibrating repeatedly,over and over. He groans, rubbing his face with a hand before looking around “Babe?” she wasn’t in bed, was she checking on Nikki?

“Bathroom!” oh. “I’m over here,” she peeks her head over the threshold and smiles sweetly, “Morning,sunshine.”

Rooster chuckles, about to throw his phone out of the window, but deciding to just turn it to silent as he holds himself up on his elbows, the covers falling and pooling by his hip bones, exposing his toned stomach, “Morning,gorgeous, you look happy.”

“Oh I just slept really well.” she giggles, “Thanks for napping with me a bit yesterday…and for making dinner…and for washing Nikki.” she changed into a soft loose dress, standing in front of the mirror to fix the sleeves on her shoulder, tugging the elastic down to show more of her skin before grabbing her lip gloss, “I admit that,” she rubs the wand over her lips, smacking them together, “I had a bit of a hard time without you here.”

“Was it bad?”

“Well,not horrendous but I couldn’t sleep until I had your pillow close by.” she swipes the end of her pinky finger around her lips to clean off the excess before closing the tube with a satisfyin click, “Who’s calling you?”

“Dunno.”

“You won’t check?”

He hummed, following Beatrice with his eyes as she moved around, especially focusing on her ass when she leaned down just enough to grab something on the bathroom’s cabinet drawers, “Nope, I won’t answer anyone right now.” he says, “It’s six in the morning, no one calls at six in the morning.” he keeps his eyes on her, his lower lip slipping between his teeth as he admires his wife, “You look good.”

She looks up at him over her shoulder in surprise, smiling sweetly, “I do?”

“Do you ever look bad?” he questions while shrugging, “I mean…you can literally wear anything and you’ll be the sexiest woman ever.”

“Oh shush.”

“No. C’mere.” he smiles, falling back down on the bed and gesturing with his hands, patting his lap, “C’mere,c’mere. Nikki is still asleep.” she hums while checking something in the bathroom, much to his disappointment, “Baby…”

“Don’t you pout,Bradley Nicholas.” she chastises him, but at least she’s leaving the bedroom and already pulling the ends of her dress so it’s easier to settle on his lap. He smirks even more once she does sit on top of him, his hands immediately landing on her thighs, rubbing the expanse of rosy skin back and forth, “Because you already have such pouty lips, it’s hard to focus.” she whispers, nearing close to his mouth.

“We don’t want that.” he coos right back, dragging his fingers upwards until they reach the edge of her underwear, “We’d hate to lose focus.”

“We would.” and she kisses him sweetly, giggling against his lips when his hands cup her buttcheeks and push her forward just enough. It was still easy since her stomach wasn’t that big - it was a lot rounder than Nicole’s pregnancy was, but it wasn’t taking a lot of space yet. She holds herself up by placing her hands on his chest, pursing her lips a bit once they break apart, “I think they’ll just be as big as Nikki was.”

“Oh?”

She scoffs softly, gesturing to her stomach as he still caresses her legs, “I mean, this is just…three months along, and they are already so big,Roos.’She shakes her head in disbelief, a mixture of awe and excitement in her voice.

Rooster's eyes widen in surprise, his hands stilled on her thighs. He gazes at her stomach, marveling at the changes that are already taking place. "Wow," he breathes, his voice filled with wonder. "They're growing so fast." he pauses, “I’ve really been gone that long,huh?

"Yeah,well, you are still here now…" Beatrice says softly, her hand gently resting on top of his. "It's incredible, isn't it? Our little ones are thriving inside me." A mix of emotions floods her, a deep sense of love and protectiveness for their unborn babies.

Rooster's thumb brushes over her hand, his touch gentle and soothing. "They're already so loved," he murmurs, his voice filled with tenderness. "And they're going to have the best mom in the world."

Beatrice smiles, her eyes shimmering with emotion. She leans in to kiss him again,. "And they're going to have the best dad too," she whispers against his lips, her voice filled with conviction.

He smirks against her mouth, deepening the kiss just enough to make her sigh, “We’ll stay like this for a while,huh?”

“Yep, unless you want to admit we’ll both do a good job.”

He chuckled, rubbing her lower back and she immediately relaxed, “We will…does it hurt?” she makes an affirmative sound, closing her eyes as he gently massages the end of her spine. She winces then eases out a breath, “Do you want to lie down?”

“No,no,” she leans forward a bit, choosing to be comfortable and either ignoring or playing dumb that her breasts were inches away from his face. Rooster’s irises flicked down to the globes of flesh then back up at her…and then back to her chest, that dress really made her bust look even better than normal.

And he wasn’t complaining if she got a little bit lower.

But he knew she couldn’t, because of the pregnancy. So he was alright with that. Beatrice squeaks in surprise at the double kisses on each globe followed by her husband’s absolutely adorable grin,”...Roos.” she laughs, “You are terrible.”

“Oh,I’m awful.” he growls, digging his hands on her ass and leaning up to gnaw at her neck, “I’m so bad,I’m so fuckin’ bad, gorgeous,” he licks his way up to her jawline just as Beatrice whimpered quietly, digging her nails on his chest and slowly dragging her hands downards to where the covers were. He was only wearing his briefs after all…

But alas, his phone buzzed again, completely breaking the atmosphere and making him groan heavily, “What the fuck.” he snatches the phone with so much anger he almost fears breaking it, “What?” he grounds out the words once he answers it, keeping Beatrice on his lap.

His wife bites her lower lip trying to stifle her laughing as Bradley looks ready to murder the person on the other end. “..Mav, what the fuck, it’s almost seven a.m.” he growls, falling back onto the pillow to glare at the ceiling, “What is it? Something happen or?” he blinks while listening to the response, “Yes,I’m home. Of course I’m home…I–what? What do you have to give me?”

Beatrice watches quietly, playing with the hairs on his arm as he pouts again while talking to Pete, “No…I mean, I guess? Where did you get this ‘gift’? Should I be worried? I can’t have weird stuff around Nikki and Bea, you know that.”

Rooster's frustration is evident as he listens to Pete on the other end of the line, his eyebrows furrowing and his lips forming a thin line. Beatrice watches him with amusement, her fingers gently caressing his arm in a soothing manner.

As the conversation continues, Rooster's expression shifts from annoyance to curiosity. He sits up, his attention fully focused on the call, his grip on Beatrice's waist tightening slightly, keeping her with him. "Wait, you're serious?" he asks, his voice laced with disbelief. "You're saying it's something important? How important?"

Beatrice leans in closer, her eyes curious. "What's going on, Roos?" she whispers, her voice filled with intrigue.

Rooster holds up a hand to signal for her to wait a moment as he continues his conversation. "Alright, fine," he finally concedes, his voice a mixture of resignation and curiosity. "I'll come and get it. But it better not be anything weird, Maverick. Seriously." he pauses, “You did, more than once, don’t start.”

He ends the call and tosses his phone onto the nightstand before turning his attention back to Beatrice. His expression is a mix of excitement and uncertainty. "Well," he says, his voice filled with anticipation. "That was Maverick. He claims to have something important to give me."

Beatrice's eyes widen, a mixture of curiosity and concern on her face. "At…seven in the morning? What is it?" she asks, her voice filled with anticipation.

Rooster shrugs, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "He didn't say. But knowing Maverick, it could be anything. He loves surprises." He grins, his fingers gently tracing circles on her lower back. "I guess we'll find out soon enough."

Beatrice's curiosity gets the better of her, and she leans in closer to Rooster, furrowing her brows, “Did he say when to get it?”

“As soon as possible.” he shrugs, “I’ll get it after breakfast,I don’t really feel like leaving yet.” he pauses, holding up a finger, “Speaking of which, hear that?” there’s a soft ‘mama’ coming from the nursery, “Someone is awake. I think she heard us.”

Beatrice's eyes light up at the sound of their daughter's voice, a warm smile spreading across her face. "Our little Nikki is calling for us," she says, her voice filled with affection. "Let's go and see our little angel." she climb off his lap, which he complains a bit, but not before giving her ass a love tap - just enough to smack it but not enough to sting- and she swatted his hand away, “Stop it.”

Rooster just chuckles, his smile mirroring hers. “Just let me put some pants on.” and that was going to be his attire for the rest of the day until he had to see Mav. Once he was done, he takes Beatrice's hand in his and gently guides her out of their bedroom and towards Nikki's nursery. As they enter the room, they see Nikki standing up in her crib, her tiny hands gripping the edge of the railings, the dogs already awake and sitting on each side of the crib.

"Mama," Nikki says again, her voice filled with excitement. She reaches out towards Beatrice, her eyes sparkling with joy,bouncing on her mattress.

Beatrice's heart melts at the sight of their daughter, and she quickly walks over to the crib, scooping Nikki up into her arms. "Good morning, my sweet girl," she coos, pressing a gentle kiss to Nikki's forehead. "Did you have a good sleep? Oh God, I feel like you won’t stop moving now that you learned how to walk.” especially because Nicole pushed herself from the crib with her feet and latched onto Beatrice like a spider monkey.

Rooster stands beside them, his eyes filled with adoration as he watches the interaction between his wife and their daughter. "Hey there, birdie," he says, his voice soft. "Do you have to wake up so early? Are you going to be like this your whole life?"

Nikki giggles, reaching out towards Rooster with her chubby little hands. "Dada!" she exclaims, her smile wide and infectious.

Rooster chuckles, leaning in to plant a kiss on Nikki's cheek. "Yep, that’s me, now," he says, his voice filled with affection. "Can I get her from you a little bit?" he picks Nicole up from Beatrice’s hold, kissing her soft cheek over and over, earning a loud giggle from Nikki who just hugged his neck tighter, “Let’s have some breakfast- I cook.” Beatrice rolled her eyes at him before looking down at his hand.

He had his back to her and one of his hands behind him, wriggling his fingers for her to take it. She blushed, thinking that there was no way her husband could surprise her…and yet, he always did, no matter what. She grabs his hand, interlacing their fingers together so they walk out of the nursery at the same time, kissing his shoulder once they reach the stairs, “You stop being so cute.”

“I will only if you do.” she huffs a laugh, carefully following him down the stairs with Nicole babbling alongside them, “So I guess that’s going to be a bit hard,no?” he winks at her after saying it, only earning an eyeroll from his wife, “Also, do you wanna come with me?”

“Hm?”

“To check…whatever it is Mav got?”

“Oh!Sure!I don’t mind it,I don’t have anything planned either.” she shrugged with a grin, kissing his cheek as they got to the first floor, “You can count on me.”

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“I swear,” he mutters as he turns the Bronco on the street, craning his head upwards in hopes to see his uncle’s garage, “He can stay with Penny,I don’t know why he chooses to stay in here so often.”

Beatrice was, however, having a great time! She rarely came to these parts unless it was to talk to Maverick, she knew he preferred to stay away from the bustling city because of his collection of…vehicles. She didn’t know how he got an old fighter jet plane in there but she knew that instead of asking him about it, she should just accept it in silence, “I mean it has a lovely view.” the sky was so bright and clean here, “I don’t mind it one bit.”

Rooster nods in agreement after a few seconds,parking the Bronco outside Maverick's garage. He steps out of the vehicle and opens the door for Beatrice, offering her a hand to help her down. "Well," he says, his voice filled with amusement. "The view is pretty spectacular. Mav got the good view yeah. Do you want me to get her?"

Nicole was happily wriggling on her seat, he wondered if she remembered this place - she was so young when she came the very first time- “Please.” Beatrice smiles, stepping aside to let him open the passenger door and unlatch Nicole from the booster seat, “You know, this area is…very nice.” she looks around, seeing barely nothing, “I love the silence.”

“You do?”

“Well,” she shrugs, ‘It’s different, but I don’t have it.” Beatrice takes his hand with a smile once he has Nicole on his opposite arm, her eyes scanning the surroundings. It's a peaceful retreat from the hustle and bustle of the city, it was very quiet. 

Eerily so, she had to admit; Maybe she was okay to the noise around their house. It showed that people lived there.

As they approach the entrance to Maverick's garage, Rooster reaches out to open the door, holding it for Beatrice and Nicole to enter. The scent of grease and gasoline fills the air, mingling with the familiar scent of Maverick's workshop.

Inside, the space is filled with various vehicles and machinery, tools and parts are scattered across workbenches, and the sound of soft music plays from a nearby radio. “You have horrible taste in music.” not even a hello towards his uncle, but neither of them worry too much

“What’s wrong with my songs?” his uncle ask, “I have to remind you that me and your father shared the same taste in music, so what you grew up listening to is what I like.”Maverick himself stands by his new motorcycle, wiping his hands clean with a wide smile on his face. "Isn’t she gorgeous?” he gestures to the bike, “It’s a 1957 BMW R50. I got it from a guy that used to work at the base.”

His nephew purses his lips, “Is this what you wanted to show me?”

“No, not really, hi Bea,” the brunette waves shyly, “Hi my little princess! You look so pretty today!” Nicole gurgles happily in her mother’s arms and Maverick only looks away when he meets Bradley’s eyes one more time, “It’s something I forgot that even existed, back when me and your dad met.”

Rooster's curiosity is piqued as he listens to Maverick's words. He looks back at Beatrice who just smiles brightly- anything that is somehow connected to his parents, she was always excited to hear about-,nodding her head while keeping a watchful eye on Nicole. Rooster walks over to Maverick, his eyes fixed on the vintage motorcycle.

"You forgot something that even existed?" Rooster asks, "What is it, Mav? What did you find?"

Maverick's smile widens, ‘Now,listen,” he gestures to Rooster to follow him deep in the garage,”Took me some time, it really did, but when I figured out what it was, I had to give it to you.” there was a small box nestled on the corner of the garage, hidden by more parts and tools, the type of organized disorganization that only Mav knew how to trek with, “Here,” he offers him the small box but the other pilot looks suspicious, “Oh, come on, what do you think it is?”

“I don’t know, you are giving me a strange box. What am I to think?”

“Just take it,Rooster, damn it.”

Rooster grabs the box after a few seconds, checking it’s weight, turning a bit in his hands, giving Maverick one suspicious look before finally opening it. He blinks for a few seconds, furrowing his brows, “...these…are my dad’s sunglasses.” he mutters, looking down at the dark lenses that reflected his shocked face, “...I…I thought that mom lost these.”

Maverick watches Rooster's reaction with satisfaction. Seeing Rooster's shock and disbelief confirms that he made the right decision in returning them.

"I stumbled upon them by chance. They were tucked away in an old storage box that I had forgotten about. It's like they were waiting for the right moment to be found."

Rooster lifts the sunglasses out of the box, carefully examining them. The worn frame, the familiar shape—everything about them brings back memories of his father, brief and almost transparent. The little he remembered, he recalled these. His voice is filled with a mix of gratitude and emotion as he speaks, "Thank you, Mav…I–."

Maverick claps Rooster on the back, his voice filled with warmth. "You're welcome, kid," he says. "Your dad was a great pilot, a great friend.But that wasn’t the only reason I called you here.” he checks behind Rooster to see if Beatrice was away, “I heard you talked to Cyclone about McAllister…and the others.”

“I did.”

Maverick smiles, crossing his arms, “Cyclone told me that…apparently you share the same hard head moments I do.” he pauses, “You know he was testing you, right? About everything.”

“I know.” Rooster rubs the sunglasses’ handled with his fingers, “I was already up to it as soon as he started questioning me. He wanted to know what I was going to say…and as much as I was angry at the two, and I was, I couldn’t just let the anger answer instead of myself…they have a chance, now it’s out of my hands.”

Maverick looks so proud when Rooster finishes, he’s shaking his head quietly as he looks at him, “They’d be so proud of you.” he whispers, “I hope you know that,Rooster. You conquered so much and in such a short time too…thanks for letting me make part of it.” Rooster chuckles softly, stepping closer to hug his uncle tight. He closes his eyes just like Maverick did, both of them trying their hardest not to cry, with Pete gently tapping his back.

“You are welcome,Mav.” he whispers, “You really are.”

“Anyway,” Pete clears his throat,”I’m going to get you guys some water, is that alright?”

“Yeah,yeah sure,” Rooster grins, still messing with the sunglasses, “Go on ahead…do tell Bea I’m here.” his uncle nods, tapping his shoulder and finally walking out of the little room both once stood. Bradley stands there for a few seconds, rubbing the sunglasses in his hands while looking down at it.

He sniffles, furrowing his brows as he stares at his reflection, hell he could even see the parts where the metal was chipped. He pauses, licks his lips then slowly brings it to his eyes, should he?

He hesitates, he doesn’t know if it was right for him to do that..maybe later…yeah,later. He places it inside the box it was and walked out of the room, meeting a smiling Beatrice and a wobbling Nicole on the way out.

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List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers ♡

Ooooo!!! Hi CC!!! ^w^/

Thank you so much for the asks!!!

Hmm okay! So 5 things that makes me genuinely happy…. Okay! Let’s go!!!

1. Project Sekai!

Atm, it’s my current hyperfixations! An Shiraishi and Mizuki Akiyama has my heart and soullll!!!

2. Drawing!

Whenever I have the energy (and if I ended up liking the drawing enough to post it lol), I do enjoy drawing a lot! It’s like. One of the only hobby I have since childhood tbh lol~

3. My Past Hyperfixations!

This would include Marigolds by Colbub, Persona 5, Baldur’s Gate 3, Jujutsu Kaisen, Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild, Genshin Impact, Ace Attorney, One Piece, and Fire Emblem Awakening!

Of course there are a bunch of other things I got super hyperfixated about (heck, technically I always go back to Pokemon and Digimon since it was like my childhood), but these are the ones I remember being hyperfixated for monthsssss and so much so I would spend hours on ao3 reading fanfics of it!

(The expectation being marigolds since that’s technically an ao3 fic, A REALLY GOOD ONE, but I am in the discord server for that fic. :3c)

4. Cute Plushies (And I guess Merch of my Hyperfixations too lol)

Luckily I don’t really go on a spending spree… that often! (sometimes the AHDH impulse wins, don’t worry, my max is $150, and even then I don’t reach that limit, and I only do it at least every few months) O3O;

But I do occasionally enjoy getting a cute plushie at an arcade, in fact my bed has a good amount of them (mostly from my siblings winning them for me or giving it to me lol).

And now that I’m an adult (Oh god… I’m an adult), I do have a few Merch that I’ve bought! (A few of them were also gifts from friends and family)

The merch being about Jjk, Persona 5, Genshin Impact, Digimon, and Pokemon!

Watch me. I’ll soon get some for Project Sekai too!!! I just keep spending my Project Sekai indulgence savings on the costumes within the game lol. I’m responsible I swear!

5. Friends and Family!!!

I’ve been pretty lucky to have pretty good siblings. Of course, we didn’t always gotten along while growing up and we’re still not perfect, but I do really love them and really appreciate every thing they have done for me. :’3

And I really appreciate my friends too! Both online and in person too!!!

In person due to me being friends with them for so long, (and a few more recent ones too!) who I’ve always enjoyed being around with and makes my day better! ^w^/

And my online friends! While it’s some times hard for me to always DM them/interact with them due to real life stuff (sometimes I be reallly tired from work rippp X-X;), I always cherish our interactions and always wish you all the best days since you all deserve it!!!

Okay! That’s all now it’s time to tag! But since I’m super shy, I don’t wanna tag peeps who had reblogged my stuff. >x<;

So instead, I’ll just tag my online friends who had reblogged my posts in the past! That counts right? :Dc

Again, no pressure!!! ^w^/

@melodiclune (lol yep, ya count too~), @hxhhasmysoul, @himi-wiz, @tinyballerinadancer1, @sabrondabrainrot, @wrathofnature, @majycka, @olasketches, @thedemonreblogs, @blizzardream, @chocodajib