#omg I wanted Wells but also I feel like he would be chatty in the AM 😳...

[okmcintyre]

[sugar-omi]

good lord I was trying to study but out of nowhere I know where🩸this came into my mind:

having a night in at ur grown up house w cove derek and baxter (only dating cove) and everyone gets wasted asf so they sleep over and late at night the other two can hear u and cove in ur bedroom 👀 ykwim?

the smut and angst potential of them getting off to listening to u two from their respective guest rooms and the irony of both ur guests doing it omggggggg 🫣

in the morning neither of them can properly look at u two out of shame and u and cove r just embarrassed cause u think it’s just cause they heard u (and ofc ur only half right)

these ideas fr come to me at the worst time lol

-🗑️

I AM SCREAMING. YOU'RE SO BRILLIANT I CAN'T.... derek would really try not to, but i feel like it'd end up seeping into his dreams and he just can't resist. and baxterrrr omg... he'd be so embarrassed n ashamed, i dont think he'd be able to sleep the rest of the night at all, even once you n cove are done... pls you sent this at the perfect time bc i was about to start writing n i cannot focus until i write this now, i must have this in a fic.. n ik it isn't what you're talking about, but this is also so good n i instantly thought abt this scenario. i will take ANY chance for derek n baxter to fall in love or into bed LOL

tags : NSFW, baxter x derek, one night stand (UNLESS), you and cove drink, auralism*, oral (derek receiving), top/dom baxter, bottom derek, derek has a crush on you/MC, baxter has a thing for both of you or maybe he's just a kinky bastard

*to be aroused by sound. (can be compared with voyeurism)

synopsis : baxter and derek are staying with you for an extended vacation (much needed for both of them.) and while you two have been considerate and lovely hosts, you're a bit loud... not that it's a problem. quite the opposite actually..

imagine baxter is pouring himself a glass of wine, unable to get your and cove's muffled moans out of his head.

he's generous with his pouring, since everyone already had a lot to drink during dinner, being reserved is unnecessary.

baxter tips back his cup, licking his lips, savoring the sweet taste of this wine, humming at the taste. not bad..

he's checking the label, wanting to remember the brand so he can add it to his shelves at home.

"oh."

baxter looks up, tired eyes wide at the sudden guest. he's met with derek's wide eyes, equally tired..

baxter gives a lopsided smile, trying to be friendly with his new friend. he gestures to the barstools across from him, "care to join me?"

derek rubs his neck shyly, "ah, i wouldn't want to impose. i just came for some water.."

baxter shakes his head, leaning back on the island, taking a sip of his wine. if he knew he'd have company, he wouldn't have poured so much at once.

he licks his lips, trying not to eye his glass to see if it looks like an reasonable amount of wine. trying to preserve his put together image is fruitless anyway, baxter is a hot mess walking and you could probably smell his issues all the way from france.

"nonsense, i wouldn't mind company. the best conversations are best shared under the stars, i'd say. although, i won't blame if you're going bak to bed." baxter laughs to himself humorlessly. "probably a better idea than getting drunk again."

derek laughs, "well, if you don't mind the company then.." and goes about grabbing some water before sitting across from baxter, trying to be quiet when he drags out the barstool.

there's a stretch of silence between them, the two of them sipping their drinks and baxter plays off his awkwardness by admiring the photo collage in the hallway, visible through the wide doorway.

baxter turns back to derek, who's holding his water with both hands, dozily looking into the glass. he looks up and is surprised to meet baxter's sharp gaze, but plays it off with a smile.

baxter speaks lazily, his movements languished and his bones heavy. he's feeling warm from the wine, and a bit chatty. "couldn't sleep either, huh?"

derek laughs, "that obvious?"

baxter shrugs, speaking around the lip of his wineglass. "i figured we're in the same boat."

derek stills, his cheeks slowly filling red, and he looks up, trying to figure out if he's trying to say he also heard you and cove doing... it. the other night.

baxter bounces his eyebrows, and that makes derek flush brightly, looking down. "y-yeah, i guess we are.."

he laughs, covering his mouth to muffle the noise.

derek seems to relax a bit at his amusement, and eventually they relax a bit more, and baxter goes on to tell derek more of his wedding horror stories when he asks.

they're laughing, trying to muffle the sound with their hands when they get too loud, and baxter is leaned over the counter, rambling to derek as softly as possible.

baxter signs and shakes his head, a smile still on his lips as he takes another sip. he's definitely getting buzzed again.

and at some point baxter even sits next to him and derek seems to greatly enjoy baxter's open laughter and his wide gestures as he narrates his stories, even throwing up his own chaotic stories about what it was like growing up with his brothers.

"hey.." derek calls, and baxter hums curiously in response. "does that taste good?"

baxter raises his brow but tips his glass towards derek. "it is. it has notes of peach and honey... wanna try?"

derek glances between baxter's eyes and the wine, nodding, taking the glass from his hands and taking a long sip...

baxter's eyes are stuck on derek's lips, his eyes following how his throat bobs when he swallows and his tongue dashes out to lick the wine running down the corner of his lips..

baxter snaps his eyes back towards derek's, who's already looking back at him.

the silence seems long, and the distance between derek and baxter's lips seems even longer, and he feels antsy even though they're both leaning in, their lips meeting in the middle in a soft kiss.

derek deepens the kiss, leaning into baxter, and humming into the kiss when baxter starts rubbing his thigh, his fingers sliding down th fabric of his sweatpants until he's touching his inner thigh, dangerously close to his bulge..

a moan echoes, and baxter and derek break apart, panting and their lips wet and swollen. then they hear it again, and some muffled talking.

they look into each others eyes, unable to move. they're both wide awake now, both because of that hot kiss and the sounds of cove's deep, and futile muffled moans.

their chests rise and fall, tension in the air, mingling with something else...

derek speaks first, taking baxter's hand before he can pull away. "do you... should we go to your room?"

baxter blinks owlishly, shocked and flustered. but really fucking turned on.

"yes, yeah, yeah okay.." he stumbles his words, totally knocked off his feet by the way derek looks at him, his green eyes deep with lust, and the whole turn of events.

derek leads him down the hall, and baxter is grateful he didn't somehow knock over the barstool or the flower vase in the hall.

they walk past your shared bedroom, baxter's designated room for his stay, at the end of the hall.

baxter tries to ignore the way his cock throb when he hears cove curse and growl, "fuck, you're so warm..." he tries not to think about it, but the idea of what you two are getting up to, how you both look and sound, what you're doing to each other...

he's trying not to let his mind run away with him but he's admittedly, a weak man. and so is derek, if the way he clutches his hand tighter and all but shoves baxter through the door and closes the door a bit louder than he should.

you and cove always drown out all other forms of life when you're together, and baxter doubts it's much different in the bedroom, if not "worse."

derek pushes baxter to sit on the bed, standing over him, his legs on either side of baxter's lap and he pulls off his shirt, throwing it on the floor.

baxter licks his lips, his hands sliding up derek's waist and stomach, his body thick and toned with muscles... "goddamn..." baxter exhales, all but drooling at the sight.

derek laughs shyly, lifting his arm to rub his neck (a nervous tick baxter has come to realize) and the muscles in his arm stretches and flex. baxter has a distant thought about derek being able to manhandle him...

"is this okay?" derek asks, suddenly shy now.

baxter nods, leaning in to kiss along derek's bronze stomach, his lips trailing down his happy trail to his bulge. "more than okay.."

baxter tugs on derek's sweatpants, looking up at him. "let me know if you want to stop..."

he tugs down derek's pants and underwear, letting his cock spring free. baxter strokes his cock to full mast, and derek holds onto baxter's hand for support, his other hand coming up to muffle his moan.

baxter wraps his lips around derek's flushed tip, sucking and circling his tongue over the head.

"b-baxter..." derek gasps, his thighs shaking.

baxter takes him deeper down his throat, keeping eye contact as he swallows around his cock, reaching down to palm his own bulge through his satin pajamas.

he groans, the vibrations sending shivers up derek's spine and derek mumbles, his fingers finding their way to baxter's hair, clinging onto the already messy locks.

baxter tears his hand away from his hard-on, to undo the buttons on his pajama shirt, the buttons slipping through his fingers until his shirt is wide open.

"mhm-!" baxter startles, gripping onto derek's thighs, his hips bucking up into his warm mouth.

derek moans shakily, "oh f- i'm sorry. sorry.." he babbles, pushing back baxter's fringe, his thighs twitching and his muscles clenching under baxter's hands.

baxter hums around derek's length, patting his thigh. his tongue drags along the underside of his cock, baxter's lips pulling off him with a pop, his lips wet and puffy.

baxter's sharp, lustful eyes meeting derek's equally horny gaze. derek's flushed cheeks are a feast for baxter's eyes, he can't wait to have him in bed..

"do you.. wanna go further?" baxter asks, his hand making obscene wet noises from all the pre-cum and spit, as he strokes derek's cock in his fist.

derek nods, his throat bobbing as he tries not to fall to his knees or cry out and alert you and cove to what they're doing in here.. "yes, please.."

baxter pulls away, standing up to tug off the rest of his clothes while derek tugs off his pants, almost tripping when the leg gets stuck on his ankle but baxter ignores it since he's not very elegant either, the wine still buzzing through him.

he throws his clothes on the floor, all but throwing himself into the bed with derek, straddling his lap as he captures his lips in a kiss, his tongue slipping past derek's lips, guiding his tongue to move with his own.

derek grips baxter's waist, his hands pulling him down to grind him into his lap, their cocks sliding together.

baxter breaks the kiss, his lips falling to derek's neck...

"cove- cove- cove!" your cry is heard through the wall, followed by muffled moans and whimpers.

"ah!" derek moans, his fingrs digging into the plush of baxter's hips when he bites down on his neck.

"oh- sorry. did i hurt you?" he worries, kissing the area soothingly. he didn't expect you to.. cry out so loudly. not that you aren't allowed to be loud in your own home, or anything like that. he just didn't think you'd sound so hot.

he's trying not to think about if he wishes it was his name on your lips, or what cove is doing to make you call his name so loudly and lewdly...

derek shakes his head, or tries too with baxter under his chin. "i mean, it hurt but.. it wasn't bad..." derek admits shyly.

baxter smiles, pulling off his neck to kiss his lips again, smiling too much to kiss properly but they have all night for that anyway...

he leans over the edge of the bed for his bag, fumbling through the open inner pocket for a condom and lube.

it's not that baxter planned to get laid on this trip, it's just bad to be unprepared.

"do you want to be on top?" baxter inquires, pointing the condom at derek.

he flushes, licking his lips and glancing off to the side. "um.. if you don't mind, you can be on top..."

baxter raises his brows, a blush high on his cheeks.

ohh derek really is interesting.

"not at all." baxter purrs, fixing their position so one of derek's legs is on his shoulder, and the other over his thigh.

he slowly sinks one, then two, then three digits into derek's hole, scissoring his fingers and rubbing derek's thigh soothingly. he's such a mess just from his fingers alone, derek's face half buried in the pillow and his hips bucking up and his thighs shaking.

"that's-" derek pants, swallowing thickly. "that's enough... put it in.. please..." he gasps, peeking at baxter through his lashes.

"fuck..." baxter curses, his stomach dipping with lust.

he fumbles, trying to open the condom but his fingers are covered in lube and he ends up ripping it with his teeth impatiently. baxter rolls it over his length, leaning over to pull derek into a kiss as he sinks into him.

"hmmn!" derek mewls into the kiss, his arms coming to lock around baxter's neck.

baxter slams his hips into derek, a loud slap sounding through the room from baxter's hips meeting his ass. baxter breaks the kiss, hissing.

that was definitely too loud, but it's also been so long since he's been with someone, and derek is so charming, that he's not sure he cares..

derek moans, trying to stifle it by biting his lips.

they pant, letting derek adjust to his length and for them to catch their breath, baxter feels like the air has been knocked out of him with how derek's hot walls are wrapped around him, his hole clenching and flutter around him, trying to take him deeper.

"mn, y/n-" cove voice is muffled, keeping them from hearing the rest of his sentence. although it was probably cut short, if the deep groan they hear through the wall is anything to go by.

baxter pants, "i'm.. i'mma start moving..." he gasps, moving so he's sitting up again, his hand pushing derek's knee up towards his chest.

derek covers his mouth with his hand, baxter's cock dragging so slowly against his walls, his eyes rolling and fluttering shut when his tip bumps against a sensitive spot in his walls, dangerously close to his prostate..

"harder!- ha- oh fuck!" you curse and moan unabashedly loud, followed by your bed frame thumping against the wall.

it quiets down to some creaking, with dull thumps every now and then.

baxter picks up the pace of his thrusts, spurred on by all your sounds from the other room and derek's lewd expressions.

derek whimpers, his moans and cries barely muffled by his hand and when baxter's hips slam into his repeatedly, he can't hold onto his barrage of moans and whines, babbling nonsense.

baxter leans over him, forcing his legs against his chest so he can whisper in derek's ear, stuffing his fingers down derek's throat, his middle and ring fingers pressing on his tongue.

"shh, darling. they'll hear us..." baxter purrs, although he laughs and nods his head to the side, "although, i think being quiet is a bit useless for all of us at this point."

derek whimpers around baxter's fingers, drool pooling in his mouth. he closes his lips around the digits and sucks, swallowing, dragging his tongue along baxter's fingers seductively..

"god." baxter grunts, his face scrunching up in pleasure.

his hips thrust up into derek's g-spot, his thrusts shallow as they both get closer and closer to finishing.

baxter pulls his fingers from derek's lips, a string of spit connecting derek's lips to the digits before it breaks, his hand slipping between their bodies to stroke derek's weeping cock, pre-cum pooling along the valley of his abs...

baxter captures derek in a sloppy kiss, neither of them really trying to hold back their sounds anymore. and from the sounds of it, you and cove aren't worried about being quiet either, your moans more frequent and totally unrestrained.

"i'm gonna-" derek pants, his nails dragging down baxter's shoulder.

"go ahead. cum. cum for me." baxter growls, his hand abusing derek's sensitive tip, making short strokes.

derek's legs shake on either side of him, his eyes rolling as he cums into baxter's hand. baxter groans, his hips stuttering as derek clenched around him, filling the condom.

they melt into each other, their chests rising and falling, and their heavy breathing match.

baxter turns his head to the side, seeing the sky turn from night to early morning..

"i'll.." he pants, pushing himself off derek's chest. "i'll run a bath... wanna join me?"

[orobaxis]

Hi omg I loved ur ominis work I’ve been dying for any drop of anything 2 do with him since the game came out. Could I request some established relationship ominis x reader fluff? Maybe they’re studying together or they’re hanging out in the undercroft? Tyyy🫶

i could recognize her by touch alone, by smell (i would know her blind) -

ominis gaunt x f!reader (hogwarts legacy)

what is a day in the life of ominis gaunt? a lot less games of gobstones than he wants, a lot more nagging to study for his owls, and a lot more love than he ever had

no plot, just vibes

words: 2393

ominis has come to expect constants in his life. for one, every day he would find you waiting for him at the grand staircase, greeting him with a cheerful “good morning!” and looping your arm around his. he can never get used to the feeling of you being so close to him, feeling the heat radiating off your skin and smelling a scent that is so undoubtably you. he especially likes being able to be with you so early in the morning and having breakfast together.

it’s early enough that the great hall isn’t bustling with students yet; with a few early risers moving about here and there. you sit by the slytherin table beside him and help yourselves to some hearty breakfast.

“so,” ominis starts, “what have you got planned for us today?”

“hm, not much,” you tell him, “we do need to get that herbology homework done, though. i don’t want to spend any more time with it than i have to.” you look around the great hall, “sebastian didn’t want to come?”

ominis sighs. his friend has been…odd lately. you are both concerned for him, sebastian is getting more desperate to find a cure for anne, his twin sister. it also doesn’t help that the new fifth-year student has been following him around, seemingly encouraging his search and directing him to research more on the dark arts. “no,” he replies, “well…he wouldn’t wake up when i tried to. i think he’s exhausted from some escapades he’s been doing with that new student…”

you make a disapproving sound at that. “i’m also wanting to send an owl to anne. maybe get her some treats from honeydukes from when we last went,” you ponder.

“i think she will appreciate that,” he tells you with a smile, and he can almost sense you smile back in gratitude. he feels you push him gently with your shoulder, affectionately resting your head on his shoulder before sitting back up to resume eating.

you have become a real constant in his life. ominis admits that it took him longer to warm up to you than with anne and sebastian in your first year, but when he did, he didn't just 'warm up', he melted. the feelings he has for you are stronger than the ones he has with the sallows, treating them as the siblings he never had (rather, the siblings he wishes he has). everything with you though is more intense, and before he knew it, he was falling hard and fast. he still wonders if your mind is a bit of a mess because you seem to feel the same way. despite this, ominis thinks he doesn't mind it one bit.

-

“the headmaster is acting quite odd today.”

you look up to see ominis with a curious look on his face. he plops down beside you with a sigh before pulling out his parchment and quill. you both agreed to meet up in the greenhouses to do your homework.

“what, you mean he's not his usual awful self?” you ask him with a raised eyebrow. he rolls his eyes at that, “no, that's not what i mean. i mean...his attitude is still a troll’s, but he was going on about bubotuber pus as moustache paste and whatnot...i couldn't understand him.”

"hmm, maybe he was just feeling particularly chatty today,” you remark, “and maybe gave us hints on what questions they will ask us in our O.W.L.S.”

"i doubt that," he huffs. he stands in front of his potting station, sighing when he realizes the venomous tentacula he planted seems to have wilted (it didn't try to reach and devour him), "is my venomous tentacula dead?"

"oh no, it's still alive," he hears you walk over to stand beside him, "just sulking a little, i think. you haven't visited the greenhouse in a bit and i think it got hungry, although it did try a weak chomp when i first arrived," you giggle when ominis makes a face, remembering the last time he came to check up on it, it started chewing on his robes. "nothing a few pieces of meat can't cure."

"good, because i doubt professor garlick would appreciate it if i turned in a decaying plant," he mutters in relief. "i would barely pass the O.W.L.S. this year, i doubt i would have any chances of finding a good job in the future."

"stop that," you reprimand him softly, moving to grab his hand and guide him away from the table. the venomous plant hisses from its spot, clearly not appreciating not being fed. "you're a smart wizard, ominis. one of the smartest. if not THE smartest--"

"now you're just making fun of me," he tells you half-heartedly, lips twitching up into a smile when he hears your giggle. your hand moves to ruffle his hair, but ominis quickly stops you with a gentle hand to your wrist. “don’t mess up my hair.”

“you have to let your hair down sometimes, ominis!” you exclaim, “i like seeing your hair all disheveled.”

ominis laughs but says nothing, dropping a quick peck on your wrist where your pulse point lies. he drops your hand and returns to his parchment and starts dictating, his quill writing down his words. he pretends not to hear the gasp you made and your flustered breathing as you return to your station to resume your homework.

"well?" he turns his head slightly to your direction, "just gonna sit there in shock?"

"shut up!" you exclaim, before returning to your homework. you work quietly while ominis dictates for his quill, enjoying the peaceful (as it can be, with ominis' venomous tentacula) atmosphere of the greenhouse, until ominis' quill stops writing resolutely.

"all done!" he says triumphantly.

"oh, i'm almost done too!" you say, hurriedly scribbling on your parchment. once you're satisfied with it, you start to clean up and put away your things. when you tell ominis that you're good to go, he extends his arm to you, his hand waiting, "let's go then."

you slot your hand into his and he tangles your fingers together as you walk out of the greenhouse.

-

not that professor binns minds, but ominis doesn't really hide how boring he finds history of magic. he would sit there beside you, his chin on his palm, with almost a relaxed smile on his face.

"you could atleast pretend to listen, you know," you tell him. ominis turns to you, and the smile on his face widens,

"why should i? this is the most boring class we have. i'd rather be playing gobstones."

"well, first of all, we will still get tested on the goblin rebellions of the 18th century," you remark, whilst also trying to stifle your yawns behind your hand, "and it wouldn't look good if we get like a 'T' in history of magic. and secondly, you're not at all good at gobstones! you always lose to me!"

"i doubt we would get a Troll in this class," ominis tells you nonchalantly. "and you only win because i let you! you can be such a sourpuss when you lose! i've seen you with sebastian and anne, and not to mention zenobia!"

"well, zenobia is a reigning champion at gobstones!"

with his chin still propped up on his palm, he uses his other hand to reach for the pocket of his robes, "here, have something sweet."

you can see that he is offering you a candy, probably something he got from professor ronen's class. trying to hide a grin, you ignore his outstretched hand and ask him teasingly, "what something sweet? a kiss?"

it's like you can almost see the moment ominis processes what you said, and you trace the flush from his neck to his face, until he becomes redder than a tomato. he huffs, tossing you the candy, mumbling under his breath, "shut up!"

when professor binns ushers everyone out of the classroom to look at ancient relics, you end up playing gobstones against ominis after all (you win again).

ominis pretends it bothers him, but you begin to suspect that there may be some truth to what he told you about letting you win. ominis however, may have lost the game, but hearing you laugh really makes it a win-win situation.

-

on your way to the undercroft, ominis stops you. “i have to go to my dormitory,” he tells you, “i left something there.”

“oh, alright,” you reply, “do you want me to come with you?”

he sputters in surprise at your question, “w-what?”

“to the dormitories?”

“no!” ominis flushes at the thought of you being in his dormitories, and in his bed? his cheeks reddening even more at the thought and his neck heating up in embarrassment, “no, i’ll be quick. i’ll see you at the undercroft.”

“are you sure?” you ask him. “the walk doesn’t bother me.”

“no, i insist,” ominis calms down now, the heat in his cheeks dissipating. you have known each other for some time now, yet he still couldn’t help being flushed with words that you say and the things that you do. he is entirely enamored.

“alright, if you say so,” you answered in a sing-songy voice, making him smile. “i’ll see you at the undercroft.” with any luck, you hope to see sebastian somewhere in the defense against the dark arts tower or hopefully even in the undercroft. you haven’t spent as much time with him as you used to, with him usually being too busy running off with the new student. you just hope he eventually comes back to his senses.

-

when he gets to the undercroft, you call him over to the sofa that you had conjured. ominis sits beside you, his eyebrows raising, "i thought you'd've conjured a desk or something. and start nagging me to study."

you roll your eyes. "well, i would...but i got sleepy. the undercroft isn't the best place to study you know, it's dark and i hate that i can't see anything--"

"that must be so terrible for you," he remarks, receiving a gentle slap to his chest.

"i didn't mean it like that!" you say defensively, "and i just thought i could take a short nap instead of studying. we did do a lot of studying this week."

"hmm, if by a lot, you mean, 'doing the very bare minimum and completing our homework', then i'd say we did quite the studying."

you cross your arms and glare at him playfully, "ominis gaunt, i'll have you know that i study too outside of school hours. i go to the library and read up just before going to bed. and what about you? how are you preparing for your O.W.L.S?"

"you mean to tell me listening to you read the books isn't going to be enough?" he jokes, laughing at your 'horrified' gasp. you both try to get as much work done since O.W.L.S are coming up closer by the day, and you would jokingly nag him to actually do some revising instead of 'making you read' books for him. he loves the sound of your voice, and you like the relaxed look on his face when he listens to you.

ominis had been thinking about giving you something. it is something he had been keeping. he showed it to sebastian, who had been telling him to give it to you for some time now. he had been a bit nervous, though, and decided that maybe today is the day he will give it to you.

"i have something for you," he starts, "that's why i went back to my dormitories."

you sit up in surprise, turning to him. "what? ominis, love, you know you don't have to give me anything--"

"i know," he tells you, "i want to."

in his hand, he offers you a necklace. you gasp, hands flying to your mouth in shock. it looks beautiful! so elaborate, and yet, simple, its sheer elegance shining within the dark halls of the undercroft.

"ominis...it's absolutely beautiful," you run your fingers on it, still in ominis' hand. "where did you get this?"

"an old lady in hogsmeade...turn around," he instructs, "i originally wanted to give you something that is a gaunt heirloom--

"ominis!"

"sebastian wanted me to, said it's more elegant. but...i didn't want to give you something from that horrendous family," he huffs, "i believe you deserve better than that. so, i took the heirloom and traded it for this one, the old lady seemed very happy and in awe of it."

"i know i'm not so good with words," ominis starts (he immediately hushes your protests), and i would only be teasing and sarcastic to you. but i hope you know...y/n, there isn't anything that i wouldn't do for you. i really hope you know that and if not, i'll prove it to you every day."

you sniff, trying to stop the tears from falling down your cheeks, "oh love, i do know that. and i want you to know that i would do anything for you too."

he clasps the necklace around your neck, running his hand softly on your neck and a bit further down, making you shiver in delight. "you might think me silly for saying this," he clears his throat, "but i think, it's you for me, you know. and it's silly since we're so young and..."

"ominis," you began, but he interrupts you--

"you may not feel the same way, but i really think it's you. i dream of you, you know. all i do, is dream of you."

you finally turn, reaching to grasp his hands in yours. "oh ominis, of course i feel the same! if you still have doubts, then i will have to do my best to make sure you know that. every day, i will remind you." you hands fly to touch the necklace, skin still tingling from where his touch burned you, "thank you so much. i don't know what to say...how could i ever repay you?"

ominis chuckles, "it's a gift, silly. i gave it to you without asking for anything in return. although,"

"hmm? what is it?" you ask.

"i wouldn't say no to 'something sweet'."

-

hope everyone is doing well! i finished the main story, 70 hours in! still have some side quests to finish <3

thank you so much for all your replies! it really warms my heart!

also if you sent a request and i have replied yet, please know that im working on it! <3

and sorry if there's a weird formatting, i was working on both pc and phone!

[lestappenforever]

I would like to throw in a couple things I noticed about lestappen that I think isn't mentioned a lot, and sorry if this is too long:

1. Often people say Max is more gentle around Charles and less jokey than he is with Dan/Lando. What I noticed a lot recently about Charles is that he's the type of person who often can't make fun of others for a joke. Every time an interviewer asks a funny question intended to joke about another driver, Charles shuts them down and won't speak poorly of another driver, even in jest. On the flip side you see Lando easily joking after quali that Max "ruins everything" and they both laugh about it. I think Max is gentle with Charles because Charles doesn't dish out jabs like Dan and Lando do, so Max doesn't jab back.

2. I also wanted to point out how Charles chats with Max vs other drivers. In the recent vid with him, Alex and Lando talking on the F1TV post race show, he asks about Alex's finishing position, but it almost sounded like a polite question rather than genuine interest to chat about each other's races. Maybe it's because he was being interviewed that he kept it professional and short, but he didn't seem all that interested to talk shop with Alex and Lando. Obviously we know they get on well, but I feel like they probably normally chat about other things. Whereas with Max, they're both EXTREMELY chatty after races, and I think Charles knows with Max he can get super technical and chatty about the intricacies of the tracks. Like every cool down room, Charles and Max are like "omg isn't turn 6 so hard to drive, how bad is the curb, etc." and they both won't shut up about it. But then he goes to chat with other drivers and it's just "how was your race? Good? Cool!" Like I think they both like how nerdy and technical they are about the race and know they can debrief with each other. Every other driver after a race just wants to move on and not talk about it more than they need to. But Max and Charles love the debrief, and so I think they enjoy each other's company more because they're the only two who can talk shop like that.

I don't even feel the need to add anything to do this because you've got this spot on, anon.

Thank you so much for adding these very accurate insights! 💕

[my-rose-tinted-glasses]

Only Boo! Episode 10

I've had a dreadful day so far and I'm feeling chatty. And no one can stop me. I'm in need of sweet and wholesome. (yeah I know, let me believe)

They are so damn cute. I feel my serotonin levels rising as I watch.

YOU HAVE TO SAVE YOUR LOVE FOR YOUR FANS? There are have been so many reasons in bl to separate the couple, even by companies (I see you Lovely Writer) but this has gotta be the most laughable. To be an idol you can only love your fans. Do they know that like, sharing is caring? Moo has the biggest heart in BL land. He has enough love for everybody.

Seriously? Why would you want to separate them? LOOK AT THEM! I really appreciate boyfriend Kang. Like he's completely smitten but he hasn't done a 180. He's so soft, I love it.

WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM? I hate with a passion. (you are so gonna make my end of year naughty list. I will not forget)

I knew it was coming but still 😭😭😭😭

Nope, no it's not. (I'm sorry but this lyric end me LMAO)

And we're back. 😭😭😭😭😭

Fuck you very much.

You know what? I'm not mad at this. (Unless they are breaking the rules. Because it's unfair to my babies.) I love my friends to lovers but this would be interesting for a change. You had your chance Potae, so now you gotta deal.

WHAT??? OMG! Who'd have thought?

What did I just say? well... maybe next time.

I guess crying is no longer reserved for episode 11. Wasn't there another thai bl recently that also didn't follow this? My memory sucks. Someone help me. Anyway. Does that mean we're getting two episodes of happy??? Does it? Please, I need it for my sanity.

Should I watch Love Sea next? Whenever it actually becomes available? Humm... I'll think on it.

[angelwings-crossbowstrings]

Hello, its me again, the ‘’long ask anon’’ i should totally stop being na anon, i’m too chatty to only show up once in a while, but being the kind of insane anon that shows up from time to time just to ramble is my true calling.

First off i’d like to thank you for being so sweet, i’m glad you enjoyed my feedback to this degree and took time to answer my questions, i really enjoy knowing your thought process in the creation of this fic and what it might become in the future. Anyway, onto your answer.

I totally agree with you on the importance of wintertime for the group, i think its really a shame how they didn’t show us any of it, though its understandable why they didn’t show us its like, come on, winter is prime apocalypse time, even normal winter is tough as we see in the comics. But here’s the thing, Rick in the comics doesn’t really grapple with Lori’s pregnancy at all like we see Daryl do in this fic, and i think its brilliant, sure everyone else is getting it rough too but reader and Daryl are in a constant state of worry, which makes the joyful moments that much more intimate and special and its portrayed perfectly, i get the sense that in the beginning Daryl deals very well with the negative stuff, but really doesn’t know how to behave during the good times (Like Birdie’s first kick etc.) and yea, that’s the essence of Daryl, a great caretaker, kind of self sabotages tho. Poor guy.

And omg i had no idea babies were capable of that sort of stuff, like recognizing who is who even in the womb?! Kind of amazing, i can barely recognize people through phone calls nowadays lol, and the fact you based it on your own little thumper? Ugh i could die from the cuteness.

And Merle, oh well, i know he hasn’t done anything in the story and i have the sense that he will ( leave birdie alone!!!) but wherever he is i hope he’s getting his ass beat right this instant, excited for him to show up tho! He better not start messing up Daryl’s head!!! Or he’ll suffer the consequences!!! I know our reader would not let it slide. :).

And about Lori, i’m still obsessed with the Lori Reader duo, recently rewatched season 2 which has, so many Lori scenes, So many, and it only makes me like her even more in the BT universe, and you really hit the nail on the head with your interpretation of her, she truly is mainly motivated by fear but strongly adheres to her sense of right and wrong. I also love her offering Daryl advice, the fact that most of the interactions between these two in the show are hostile never sat right with me and i’m glad that she is a trustworthy figure to Daryl, enough for him to take her advice to make our reader feel better. It really is sad that the burden she carries is not the baby (ITS RICK!) and that she tries to seek in others what she can’t have is tragic, but very noble in my opinion.

Carol is our perfect angel, best cheerleader ever, she’s Always there for backup even while she is working through her pain, i imagine her pregnancy wasn’t easy on her (cause Ed) and she wouldn’t want to see any other woman struggle with it, the fact that even in the show she tries to learn from Hershel about medicine to help Lori, and sticks next to her Always, and when Hershel is out of comission starts training her C-section technique thinking of Lori, Carol has Always deserved the world honestly. And she is such a great friend in the fic as well, one thing about her is that she really has the reader’s back no matter what, so sweet.

About chapter 30

After Reading it over and over for like an hour i can say, I’M OBSESSED. Daryl??? So cute??? Omg the fluff had me rotating in my room like a rotisserie chicken , You’ve done it again, It really shows that at this time Daryl is aprehensive, but still so in love with Birdie from moment one, that the first thing he does after making sure everything is ok is to make himself presentable for his daughter,OMGGGG, that he doesn’t really want her to see all of him yet and has to trust that his little Bird will accept him as he is (and she Always will!!) is just peak fluff to me, but also sad that it makes me think that he’s Always been afraid of his father, so much so that he believed it would be the first thing she would feel towards him too. I’m enjoying the hell out of the scenes of them both just hanging out and being cute with her and seeing as Daryl gains more confidence as the chapter progresses, when he realizes Birdie loves him as well, when they both hold onto each other, maybe i’m wrong but in my interpretation that’s when Daryl gained the confidence he needed to think of a name for her (who knows, maybe i’m dead wrong, but that’s how i interpreted his silence) And Carol too, being emotional over Birdie makes me wanna scream, what a bittersweet moment it must have been for her, i just know she’ll be the best aunt ever.

This chapter has really entered a new territory of Daryl’s development in my eyes, now that he is so passionate about birdie, he’s already trying to show service for her and reader in a way, i just know that serving his Family and making sure they are happy will be so good for him in the long term, he’s got it all to be happy now. And i’m eating it up.

Anyway, a Thousand words again who would’ve though, no objective analysis this time, just rambling non-stop, being an overly-chatty anon is my true calling fr.

The fact that some random person out there in the world can write more than a Thousand words about your work must make any author proud tho, so i sincerely hope its the same for you, from what i’ve read through it seems you’ve been having a few Hard days, so i hope to make it even a little better with my feedback and appreciation, better days will come for all of us even if the world is an ugly place right now, we still have beautiful things to look foward to and to keep working towards.

About the fanart i cited in the last text, it does indeed exist. Now it does .      

                              https://imgur.com/a/t9VdHC4

Since my last ask i’ve challenged myself to have it more or less ready by the time the next chapter was here, and though its not anything impressive i took a little of my day to work on it every day, i hope you enjoy knowing that ( and since copying and pasting a link from any anon is not safe, i recomment pasting it to VirusTotal if you feel the need, and i don't really know if the anon mode just gets rid of them completely, if yes let me know and i'll find another way to get it to you after i get over my embarrassment)

Bye bye <3

Okay! As you saw, I got a little distracted from doing this. Also, if my post affected you negatively in any way, I'd like to apologize to you too. It was in poor taste regardless of my intentions. I am so sorry. I really wish we could have seen more about their survival. What we saw, they were always on foot and barely had food. Well, we will get to that soon. Daryl is scared shitless but there's just that bond that was formed while reader was pregnant. That's his baby girl. And he's already wrapped around that tiny finger. I absolutely cannot WAIT to bring Merle into the mix. It might be a little different as far as timeline but it will be at the prison. So we have a ways to go. But it will be interesting. Oh, the plans I have!

Lori will play a more pivotal role in the next couple of chapters. Daryl is going hunting. Reader is alone with Birdie. "HELP!" I feel like Lori would have gotten along with Daryl if she didn't have so much on her plate and could really see him. Yeah, he could be an asshole but he was hiding behind his walls, deflecting. She just had way too much going on, no time to offer that chance. Well, goddamnit, I'm giving her that chance. I want to delve into the problems with her and Rick a little more too, with reader involved. Daryl is going to be a helicopter parent, absolutely no doubt. I think he will be more in tune with her feelings and how to handle them because he didn't have that growing up. He'll know the cues of anger or sadness. And she's his daughter. -squeal- I can't wait to write more of daddy Daryl and little Birdie.

I'm not sure if you noticed but at first, it was always reader suggesting the names and he stayed quiet other than to say nah. But every time he had Birdie, she had her little bird blanket. However, he's going to give an explanation of her name in the next chapter. He was too damn sleepy in this one, lol. Carol is my warrior queen! Forever and always! There will be a bond there that is unlike any other. Not just because of losing Sophia but because Carol has found best friends in Daryl (well, it's a work in progress, lol ) and reader. So Birdie is a product of two of the most important people in her life. She will absolutely fight tooth and nail, savagely to protect her.

I need to be careful or I'm going to spoil so much! But I love getting the chance to talk about it like this! Just to explore the thought process and where it's headed without too much detail, I hope.

OKAY. THAT ART. OMFG. I screeched, even half asleep! When I woke up properly, I was just in awe. It is SO beautiful and I would love to add it to the series Masterlist and share if you are comfortable with that. I mean I realize the link is right up there but I want it to be seen every single time someone goes to see the chapters. I cannot say thank you enough for that. It is GORGEOUS. Perfect. And captures them so well. My three favorite things are reader with the vest and that belly, Daryl holding onto her leg, and Caryl hovering in the background! But I also LOVE that you included the truck! Everything about it is just perfect. Perfect, perfect, perfect! My heart was just so full. Thank you so much. 🩵🩵🩵🩵

[takami-takami]

OMG OMG ur so right about thee all might thing, idk why i never realized until now but i always wondered why keigs never really talked too much about all might even tho I know he cares about more .. en- anyways its like that thing where earlier said he " would " get arranged married and have a kid around the 30's til the new flashy young hero comes but no! with his partner or people close to him he'd very much want to be w raw people even if it's uncomfortable at first to be vulnerable, like he's that guy to say " youre perfect" but not in the sense oh everything is.. so perfect nothing wrong you can do, but no more like "youre perfect" because youre human and you can mistakes and have fun and be a bit weird, you know?!

also ive thought about the thing of being more extroverted or more silent around his partner, so he's the type of dude that talks so much but never know anything about him, well this could go 2 ways like A: he talks a lot more around them because he feels like he can be a lot more unfiltered and can feel good about finally having someone to talk to about his opinion n have it off his chest (For example what u said abt all might being too "perfect" very built to be famous) unlike most famous people have to be vague so they dont get hate OR B: he's more silent and enjoys his partner talk more because he understands that his partner understands him (especially if they were also famous OR friends before dating) and tbh i dont think this would only apply to dating but just people he's closer with !! there was more i was gonna say but i forgot LMAO but its rly fun when u talk about ur thoughts of keigo its really fun:)

YOUR BRAIN IS SO HUGE!!!

Keigo saying "you're perfect" but you know he means it in the "you're a person and you have flaws— and your flaws are irresistible to me" way? I'm swooning, that's so him. Sucker for the raw, so romantic...

I love the analysis on the second part!! Yes, yes, it would definitely apply to close friends too once he learns to trust them! Now I'm thinking to myself too, which would it be of those two ways... Maybe a mix of both, with the first more often? I think he's a bit chatty so he might ramble too!

[richardsgraysons]

Hey I saw ur matchup post, and I was wondering if I could get one?

- I’m short (only 5’2) with brown hair and brown eyes, although my hair is constantly dyed, so right now I have a red money-piece. I’m shy and a little awkward, constantly worrying about what others think. I love my friends very much, tending to be the therapist friend, but on the downside I tend to put others above myself. My favorite hobbies are drawing/painting, or just about anything art related, reading, baking, and playing video games. My dog is my favorite thing on the planet, and I adore animals in general so much. Although I’m shy, I’m very chaotic and energetic once I’m close with people, very chatty, and very sensitive (lots of emotions, all the time.)

JASON TODD

op you sound so sweet omg ❤️

anyways, jason's more confident and sure but broody self would pair well with your quiet / chaotic personality. it would be sort of an opposites attract except jason wouldn't hate you at first

i feel like he would also want someone more on the quiet spectrum, someone to help him calm down after a long day of vigilantism

he can't draw for shit so when you do, he shows it off proudly to everyone

encourages you not to second guess yourself and tries to be a more supportive person. you two would help grow each other, because i think your sensitivity would help him push down his "tough" exterior and learn how to be more vulnerable towards people who love him

VIDEO GAME DATES!!! your common version of a date is ordering in takeout and playing video games. jason is also a romantic at heart, we know, and will take you out for dinner

you would be best friends with damian though. 100%. and you would terrorize poor jason constantly

he likes using your head as an armrest cuz goddamn he's literally a foot taller than you

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#5

Speaking of jealous Mulder, would you mind writing a fic for it?

Season 7, Scully gives Mulder a pair of pants to wear that aren't his. Of course he wonders who they belong to.

Fictober Day 18 | Tagging @today-in-fic @xffictober2022 | Wc: 1,313

The Definition of Something

Lately, he’s been letting Scully drive them home from the airport. There’s one particular reason why: whenever she drives, more often than not, she takes him home with her. It’s as easy as that.

He doesn’t have to beat around the bush, try to prolong their time together, ask her whether she wants to come over to his place, or if he can hang out at hers. When Scully is the driver, he can be certain that he will end up in her apartment. Tonight is no different.

Their flight from the west coast got in late, so Scully is tired, even less chatty than usual, but he doesn’t mind. Sometimes when she’s this tired, she will snuggle close to him on the couch, or wordlessly take his hand and lead him into her bedroom.

They each carry their overnight bags upstairs into her apartment. Scully yawns and Mulder smiles at her, earning an irritated, yet amused glare back.

“Um, do you have something I can wear tonight? I ruined my pajama pants,” he says, remembering the incident from last night when Scully snuck into his motel room and they shared ice cream until they both fell asleep and the ice cream melted on Mulder’s shirt and pants.

“There’s a freshly washed pair of sweatpants in the drawer. You can wear those. We can put your dirty clothes in the machine,” she says, yawning again. “I’m just going to take a quick shower, okay? You know where everything is.” He stares after her, feeling like he should pinch himself. A mere couple of months ago they shared their first kiss and now here they are, spending time at each other’s apartments, falling asleep watching movies in bed, and mingling their dirty laundry.

Wearing a huge grin, Mulder walks into Scully’s bedroom, opening the top drawer that’s become his. He should start leaving things here, just like Scully keeps telling him to do. But for now he will wear these navy blue sweatpants that are neatly folded over an old t-shirt of his that Scully stole years ago.

The pants are clean. But, he also realizes, they aren’t his. They’re a men’s size, so they aren’t Scully’s either. They’re almost too long for him and very loose in the waist. Mulder walks around in the sweatpants, his stance wide. Who do these sweatpants belong to? They’re obviously well-worn and not new, so it’s not like Scully decided to buy him a pair of sweatpants he can wear when he’s around. And she knows his size. This is definitely not his size.

Mulder keeps pacing Scully’s bedroom and stuffs his hands into his pockets. His fingers come into contact with a crumbled-up piece of paper and he takes it out. She clearly didn’t look through them before she washed these pants. The ink is blurry, but Mulder can still read the words: ‘Had a great time, Dana. Let’s do this more often!’

He has to sit down. Holding the piece of paper in his hands, he stares at it, at the words in front of him and can’t help but wonder who has worn these sweatpants before him. Someone Scully had a great time with. That can mean anything. He hears the shower in the bathroom turn off and his heart starts hammering in his chest.

He’s known her for seven years. This is Scully. In the last couple of weeks, they’ve been almost inseparable. Almost. There were a few days here and there when she was tired or busy. Could the sweatpants and the wearer of them have anything to do with that?

Scully chooses that exact moment to walk out of the bathroom. She’s in one of her favorite pajamas, her cheeks are rosy, and her wet hair wavy. No matter where his thoughts might have just drifted, being allowed to see her like this, her smiling while she walks towards him, is a gift.

“I see you found the sweatpants,” she says, cupping his cheek.

“I did,” he replies. “And I found this.” He hands her the note, his hand shaking. Scully takes it from him, her smile widening as she reads the words.

“I didn’t know he left a note.”

So it’s definitely a he, Mulder thinks. And someone who clearly makes Scully happy. He has to swallow hard. He doesn’t want to be jealous. After all, they never talked about being exclusive. Technically, they’re not girlfriend and boyfriend. They haven’t defined what they are. So far, they’ve simply been.

“What’s this worry line, Mulder? What are you thinking about?” She taps against his forehead, standing between his legs.

“The note,” he says. “It’s from another man. So are these sweatpants.”

“Yes, of course they are. I told you to bring over clothes to keep here and you keep forgetting,” she says softly, rubbing a thumb over his cheek.

“Who is it from?” He asks, needing to know.

“Why? Are you jealous?” She smiles at him and he can’t return it. His face is frozen, waiting for her answer. Before now, he has never considered himself to be a jealous man. With Scully everything is different.

“Oh my god, Mulder! You really are jealous, aren’t you?”

“I mean you can see whoever you want to see, of course. I just believed that we were, um, something.”

“Mulder, do you remember about two or three weeks ago when I told you that Bill was coming to visit? And you decided you’d spend the weekend with the Gunmen instead so you wouldn’t run into him?”

“Yes,” Mulder says slowly, not quite understanding what she’s getting at. “What does that have to with anything?”

“The sweatpants – and the note – are from Bill. We had a couple of drinks together, reminiscing. For once, we actually had a great time.”

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#4

Angst prompt: "You keep bringing it up. Again and again! Why is that?!?"

This prompt is from 2018 (!). I'd like to say thank you for your patience, but anon is probably no longer around!

Fictober Day 6 | Tagging @today-in-fic @xffictober2022 | Wc: 1588

tw: (verbal) sexual harassment

Cold As Ice

Scully’s stomach grumbles in joyful anticipation as she loads her plate with bread rolls, meatballs, and pasta salad. Who knew the FBI could offer a decent buffet? She makes a mental note to let Mulder know about it later. She licks her lips, ready to find a quiet place to dig in, when she’s stopped by another agent she’s seen around the Hoover building a few times.

“That’s a lot of food for such a tiny lady as yourself,” he says with a slimy grin. “Or are you sharing with Spooky?”

“Agent Mulder isn’t here tonight,” she says and regrets it right away when he sees the guy’s eyes light up.

“That’s why it’s been so quiet. He always interrupts these meetings, doesn’t he?” Scully just glares at him, refusing to participate in the slander against Mulder. Truth is she misses him, just like she knew she would. But A.D. Kersh assigned them different time slots for the annual safety meeting, claiming to want an agent on call just in case. They both knew it was a bogus reason. He just wanted to separate them once more. Now here she is, all by herself, fighting off Agent Douchebag.

“I’m Clay,” he says, offering her his hand. She takes it to be polite, balancing her plate on her other hand. “Clay Matthews. Irish family, you know.” He waggles his eyebrows at her.

“Dana Scully,” she says and he nods.

“I know you.” A cold shiver runs down her back hearing his words.

“Everyone knows you and your spooky partner,” he explains, still grinning.

“Ah,” she says. “Um, Clay, I’d-”

“Want to join me?” He interrupts her. “I’ve been meaning to ask you out for ages. Just never knew how to get in there,” he says with a wink, making her feel sick. “With Spooky hanging around and all. So, what do you say? We can have a bite here and then again on Friday. You free on Friday?” Scully’s head is spinning from all he's saying.

“I don’t know, Agent Matthews, I-”

“Call me Clay,” he cuts her off again. “We’re friends, aren’t we?”

“I don’t know you,” Scully says, annoyance slipping into her voice. “And I’m not free on Friday,” she adds. A few people have turned to look at them, some very obviously watching them. A meatball rolls off her plate and Agent Matthews gets down on one knee to pick it up. He stares up at her, grinning. Slowly, without taking his eyes off her, he puts the meatball into his mouth, chewing it loudly. The sight makes her stomach turn.

“Now come on, Dana. Don’t make me beg.”

“Get up, Agent Matthews,” she says coolly. He doesn’t move. “I don’t know you and quite frankly, I don’t care to get to know you.”

“That was harsh,” the other agent says, getting up. He’s invading her personal space and Scully takes a step back, not wanting him anywhere near her.

“Would you please leave me alone now,” she says with a steady, unblinking gaze.

“Cold as ice,” Agent Matthews says, his face close to hers. “You’re as cold as fucking ice.” With that, he finally leaves her be. Scully stands there for a moment with her full plate, willing herself to stay calm and take a few deep breaths. Her appetite is gone. She watches Agent Matthews talk to a few other agents and decides to ignore him and everyone else, too. She finds a table away from the bigger groups and checks her phone while she listlessly attacks her food.

‘If you’re bored just think of your equally bored partner in the bullpen. Fuck safety meetings’. She smiles at her phone, thankful that Mulder is still with her in spirit. 

Somehow, she makes it through. Every once in a while, she catches Agent Matthews staring at her. He’s not one to give up easily. When they’re done, she packs her things, wanting to see if Mulder is still at his desk. It’s late by now, but she knows him. So wrapped up in her thoughts, she doesn’t notice that someone is following her until Agent Matthews catches up with her.

“Hello again,” he says.

“Agent Matthews,” Scully replies, trying to be civil. She picks up her step, but the man is tall with long legs and matches her stride easily.

“I was just going to check again,” he says, his voice still nice enough, but Scully can hear an edge to it. She walks faster still. “Are you sure you’re not free on Friday?”

“I’m sure. I have plans.”

“You do, huh? With Spooky, I bet. But has he ever taken you to dinner, hm? Look, we got off on the wrong foot, I get that. Never ask a hungry woman for her opinion, am I right?” He laughs at his own joke.

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#3

Since you were looking for an angsty prompt for #fictober I decided to send you one that I saw over on @angsty-plots

“Come on M/S," she/he breathed out slowly, glancing at the now setting sun. "You said you'd come back.”

Maybe you like it — and it would still work with one of your sweet endings. ☺️

Thank you so much for the prompt! I hope I succeeded with the angst. It's yet another "how did Mulder and Scully get home from Antarctica" story.

Fictober Day 3 | Tagging @today-in-fic @xffictober2022 | Wc: 1526.

We Will Find Our Way Home

“You have to stay awake,” Scully presses the words through her cracked, half-frozen lips. She doesn’t know if she’s talking to Mulder, who lies inert in her arms, or to herself. Her eyelids are heavy, threaten to close any second. If it weren’t for her chattering teeth, she’s certain that her body would have already given in. Like Mulder’s.

She looks down at her partner who is quiet and unnervingly still. Her hand trembles as she lifts it and her fingertip is so cold that she fears she won’t feel his pulse even if there is one. She sighs in relief when she finds it and feels it beating against her skin.

“Mulder,” she says with difficulty. “We need to- we have to-” But what is there to do? Where to go? Scully observes their surroundings and finds nothing but white. Behind them is the sinkhole that almost took them. They’ve cheated death once today. What if they’re out of luck now?

“Mulder,” she says again, trying to jostle him. He groans. “Stay. Awake,” she adds.

“’m awake,” he says.

“We need to get moving.” It won’t be long until the sun sets. Once it does, their chances of survival will be zero. “How did you get here?” She asks him and he glances at her, his eyes a deep dark forest green, framed by frosted eyelashes. “Mulder, I need you to work with me here.” Her lips hurt from speaking, but as long as she still feels pain she knows she’s alive.

“Sno-Cat. I have a Sno-Cat.” He turns in her arms and groans, trying to get up. Scully helps him as well as she can, but her strength hasn’t returned yet. She remains sitting there, missing Mulder’s warmth against her. There’s a bone-deep pain in her legs that drives tears to her eyes. Even if there is shelter, and even if they can find it, how is she going to get there?

“I can’t see it,” Mulder says, sounding confused. “It should be here, I- I know it was here.” Scully nods even though Mulder isn’t looking at her. He’s looking at the snow desert, at the nothingness that surrounds them. If they don’t get moving soon, they will die right here where they are. They might die anyway, Scully figures as she hoists herself up, convinced something inside her is breaking apart, but they won’t sit here and wait for it.

Mulder takes her hand into his and his touch hurts, reminding her that they’re fighting against time. He looks down at her and a worried crinkle appears on his forehead. He touches her bottom lip, his finger gently running over it.

“Cracked,” he says. “Blue. Almost as blue as your eyes.”

“We need to get going,” she says, ignoring his obvious delirium. If he breaks down again, they’re lost. They cannot lose any more time. “Doesn’t hurt,” she lies. “We need to go find the Sno-Cat.”

Every step borders on torture. Mulder has put his arm around her shoulders and she has hers around his waist. They’re holding each other up, knowing that one false step will be their demise. More tears dwell in her eyes. A year ago, she thought about dying every day. She didn’t let her cancer slow her down, but here in the snow, the elements against them, she has no choice.

There’s nothing she can do. They will die here. With every step they take, the thought becomes louder in her mind. How silly of her to think they could outrun it. They could have stayed where they are and it wouldn’t have made a difference. No matter where they go, there’s nothing but white ahead of them.

To their right, the sun is beginning to set, casting them in an orange hue. She didn’t want to die in a hospital, wilting away. Now she realizes she doesn’t want to die here either, taken by the cold, by the injustice of it all. But she knows that she will.

“Scully, I never thought I’d say this but… you’re heavy. Hey, you’re still with me?” He stops walking and she slumps against him.

“What’s the point?” She asks, clinging to him. His coat is wet and cold, but she imagines there’s still warmth underneath it all. Still her Mulder. She should be thankful that he’s here. She won’t be dying alone. When she closes her eyes, he will be here, holding her hand.

“Hey,” he says and his voice sounds like a scream in her ear, startling her. “Don’t do this, Scully. Don’t give up. I didn’t come all this way to have you give up on me. Look over there.” With his hands under her arms, he lifts her and helps her stand upright. She can’t see much through half-lidded, half-frozen eyes. There’s a black blob in the distance that she can’t make sense of no matter how hard she tries.

“That’s our safe haven. All you gotta do is hold on for a little while longer. We’re almost there.”

“I can’t, Mulder.”

“Yes, you can. You’re the strongest person I know, Scully. You can do this.”

“No, I can’t. There’s no point. You go and I- I’ll just…”

“I won’t leave you here. Come on, get on my back.”

“Mulder you were unconscious an hour ago. You can’t carry me.”

“Watch me.” He falls to his knees in front of her. “Get on.”

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Lucky

Summary: When Scully and Mulder witness a proposal she can't help but wonder how he'd ask someone to marry him. MSR, wc: 1,269

bingo square: lucky

Tagging @xfilesbingo and @today-in-fic

Regret pearls on her forehead as they make their way to their favorite diner. It was her idea, too. All she wanted was to get out of the stuffy basement, enjoy the beautiful weather and eat lunch. She should have known better.

The sun above them is relentless, wrapping them in a cocoon of heat. Her blouse is plastered to her back, despite having been outside for less than five minutes. In her ever-present need to appear professional, even in front of Mulder, she took her jacket with her. Unlike him. He’s in his dress shirt, sleeves rolled up, tie loosened.

If she were to look at him – really look at him – she’d have to admit that he looks good. Cute even. She won’t look at him, not now. She’s sweating enough as it is.

“Maybe we should skip lunch,” Mulder muses next to her, interrupting her less than proper thoughts. “Let’s get ice cream instead.”

“We need something substantial.”

“What’s your opinion on dessert, doc?”

He grins at her and if she’s learned anything in the years they’ve been working together, it’s that she can’t resist his smile. She rolls her eyes anyway, just to throw him off her scent, but his laugh tells her that as always, he can look right through her.

“Hey, what’s going on over there?” Mulder points to a commotion on the other side of the street and the silliness falls off them. Her hand flies to the holster on her hip to check if her gun is there. Heart pounding, they jog over in unison, badges in hand.

“What are they doing?” Mulder asks another passerby and the woman hushes him with an angry glare and a finger on her lips. Caught off guard, Scully chuckles. They both redirect their eyes to the two people in the middle of the sidewalk. There’s a collective gasp as the man, face red and sweaty, gets down on one knee and takes the woman’s hand into his.

“Angela, I know you said you didn’t want me to do this in front of your family. You said you wanted it to be a surprise. So here I am. I’ve been taking you to lunch as my girlfriend for almost three years now. And today… I hope today I can take you to lunch as my fiancee. I love you, Angela. What do you say? Will you make me the luckiest man on earth and become my wife?”

“Say yes!” A teenager yells, jumping up and down.

“Yes,” Angela says, crying, and falling to her knees. “Yes, of course I’ll marry you, you silly man.” Scully finds herself clapping alongside everyone else, emotions overwhelming her. She glances at Mulder, who returns her look, a glint in his eyes and a smile on his face. The cluster of people is slow to resolve, but Angela and her fiance are lost in their own little world, kissing each other from time to time.

Only when Mulder touches her back does Scully realize she’s been mesmerized by the scene in front of them. She lets Mulder lead her away and they fall into step again, taking their time.

“That was,” she says, gently shaking her head.

“Something else,” Mulder finishes for her. “He must have been sure she’d say yes. Asking her in front of all of these strangers…”

She doesn’t know what comes over her. Maybe it’s because of what they just witnessed, or the heat that’s gone to her head. But she touches his shoulder, making him look at her.

“How would you have asked?”

“Huh?” The surprise on his face is quickly replaced by softness. “How would I have asked Angela to marry me? Well, I only just met her, but-”

“That’s not what I- forget I said anything.” Embarrassment engulfs her and puts a soft glow onto her cheeks. She picks up the pace to get away from Mulder.

“Hey wait,” he says, catching up with her in two long strides. “I’m sorry. I was just surprised by your question. I’ve never- I guess I never really thought about it.”

“Forget it,” she says again. “We should get lunch so we can get back to work.”

They both get a burger and Mulder orders a large serving of fries, putting the bowl in between them like a peace offering. When she takes one, he gives her a knowing grin.

“I owe you an answer,” Mulder says, sounding shy.

“You don’t.”

“I do. I thought about it. Thought about how I’d ask.” She watches him take a fry, put it into his mouth, and chew slowly. “It all depends on who I’m asking.” The intensity in his gaze makes her shiver.

“I’m sure you can think of someone,” she says, surprised at the evenness in her voice.

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120 notes - Posted June 28, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Baby, It's Cold Outside

Summary: One bed, no heat, and no clothes. What are Mulder and Scully going to do? Wc: 2,494

bingo square: cuddling

Tagging @xfilesbingo and @today-in-fic

“I’m sorry, sir.”

While he has no doubt that the woman, who looks too young to be sitting behind the counter, is indeed sorry about his and Scully’s lost luggage, he can’t help but sigh.

“Is there any way that-,” he trails off, seeing her shake her head. She types on her keyboard, biting her lip. They’re probably not the first or only people who have stood here, asking where their things are.

“I’m really sorry,” she says again. “Your luggage is still in Washington D.C. The earliest we can get it here is… in two days.”

Two days. 48 hours. With their luck, they’re already on their way back home if this case turns out to be a waste of their time – and he’s sure that’s exactly what it is.

“Any luck with our luggage?” Scully touches his back, making him turn around to her. There’s hope in her eyes and a cup of steaming hot coffee in her hand.

“Um…”

“I told your husband,” the young woman interjects, “that we’re very sorry, but your luggage is back in Washington D.C. We can fly it in, but it won’t be here for another two days. The weather, you know.” Mulder flinches, but Scully next to him doesn’t miss a beat.

“Thank you, miss,” she says, tugging at his sleeve to make room for the next passengers right behind them.

“I’m sorry, Scully,” he says when they’re out of earshot.

“It’s not your fault, Mulder.” She takes a sip from her coffee and half moans.

“What did they put in that coffee?” He asks, his curiosity sparked.

“Chocolate.” Scully smiles at him. “Here, try it.” She offers him the cup. It’s not every day that Scully willingly shares a chocolaty treat with him so he takes it. Her eyes remain on him as he takes a sip. The warm liquid is sweet with only a hint of bitterness and he now understands why Scully just moaned. He does, too, making Scully chuckle.

“This might be the best airport coffee I have ever had. Is the barista single?” Mulder asks before he steals another sip.

“I can go back and ask him.”

“Nah, I’m good.” He returns the cup to her. “Let’s get out of here and hope the motel is more reliable than the airline.”

“What are we gonna do?” Scully asks, her breath visible. She’s put her arms around herself. They’re not dressed for this weather. At all. Mulder looks right, looks left. There’s only one thing to do and he hates it as much as she will.

He should have known. Murphy’s law is in full swing here in Sleepytown, Montana, the miraculous airport coffee merely a fluke. A mile before they arrive at their motel, the rental car sputters, clatters and then dies.

Mulder’s attempts to call for a tow truck fail as spectacularly as Scully’s attempts to find out what’s wrong under the hood. The soft snowfall that set in shortly after they got into their car was no concern to either of them before. Now it is. The heavy, wet snowflakes intensify, covering both the road and them in a layer of white.

“The motel is that way,” he says. “The sooner we get out of this weather, the better.”

So they start walking.

When they finally make it to the motel, they look like drowned poodles. At least that’s what the kid at the reception desk says. He’s chewing gum, looking like he should be in school instead of working at a motel at this time of day. Maybe they should investigate how all the adults here look like high school children. Mulder considers asking the boy-man how old he is, but Scully takes over.

“Hello,” she says, her voice clipped. “We have two rooms booked.” She slides over her badge and the boy looks at it, chewing loudly.

“You’re not in the system,” he says. “Sorry,” he adds looking at Mulder.

“This is a joke, right? Agents Mulder and Scully,” she says, tapping her finger on the counter. “Two rooms.”

“I’m sorry, ma’am. All our rooms are booked. Except one. I can give you that one. The heater isn’t working right. You can get that one for free.” The guy’s grin fades from his face when Mulder glares at him.

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140 notes - Posted July 6, 2022

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📝Usagi [Any verse :’D]

| Send me 📝 and i'll give you a random amount of headcanons/facts about my muse! [more usagi headcannons] Okay mostly I'm taking this as a chance to info dump to you about Usagi uwu. Soo on this one I'm gonna list my headcanons/facts and if there's a difference between the versions I write here I will point that out. And then some specific things for my rise usagi cause he sort like an oc for the universe for me?

Likes/dislikes

Usagi loves flowers actually they are pretty his favorite flower being the cherry blossom. He has an odd love for just how short they last.

Not religious but dose believe in the idea of fate.

Usagi favorite drink is tea but only hot, if hes going alcohol its normally sake or soju

Usagi really really really hates the heat, rabbits can't handle it well. Gets a bit moody when its too hot.

Rabbit tend to chew and snack on things often so Usagi tends to keep things on hand for himself at all times so if you're hungry least you know he always has food on him.

Nicknames he dosen't mind Usa or sagi

more affectionate ones can make him flustered Persnailty traits:

He is a bit of a clean freak. Part of his time studying with his teacher he ran a lot of chores around their home for them (to teach the rabbit patience) has a bit of a habit of picking up around him because he taught was so strict about messes being left behind.

Usagi is a well-displiened warrior sure so he's so the "I'm the responsible one" type yeah don't buy that this guy comes off being only serious and collected nah he's a full-blow dork and he gave his poor teacher Katsuichi plenty of headaches.

Usagi is pretty introverted. He's quite even when around others he's the one who maybe only says like two things the whole time. unless he's alone with like Josielynn or Leo he's a bit more chatty with them.

Usagi is someone who does spend a good amount of time by himself. Nothing wrong withthat he's someone who doesn't mind his own company and sometimes needs the alone time. However he's also very quick to accept the company of another.

Is pretty soft spoken, and can be a bit awkward around others.

Not subtle in the slightest

Is pretty affectionate despite both those things. usually in the form of banter and physical touch.

Extremly Literal

Certain phases he takes to mean seriously cause ...he's dumb omg is this rabbit dumb sometimes XD

No Usagi understand tech well 2003/2012 have an excuse Rise is just an idiot u_u Losses Okay sooo i warned you before you'd be mad at me for this XD

lost his first love (2003/2012) Usagi first love was a girl named Mirako he was in sort of love triangle along with another boy his rival Kenichi. They both left to become samurai's and would both eventually return home after their own time spent working on that goal. Kenichi didn't end fulfilling this path and ended up staying back in their home. Usagi knew that because Kenichi would be there Mirako and him would end up together.

Rise Usagi dated Mariko she was his first love and more, however, things were not all that great between them despite Usagi feeling they could work it out no matter what. Usagi always assumed she was his fated partner. Mirako eventually left Usagi for Kenichi

It hurt of course and his first love has always stuck with him in that the hurt never truly left. Often usagi find himself feeling there will always be someone better than him and this can carry into future relationships

Parents: Usagi left to train at a very younger age, his father started his training he admires them greatly. But his teacher Katsuichi can have more credit for raising him (usagi dose see them as a father figure but never admits to it). Usagi's father did however die which hurts because he wasn't there when it happened and he lost out on time with his dad (his mother would also sometime after)

Josielynn being the expectation, shes to him is very much his sister. And it's why he is ridiculously protective he doesn't want to lose any more family. And she's the last he has.

The rest I'll sum up cauuuse they don't apply to Rise verse but do for 2003 and 2012. Lost his master, killed right at his side. Leaving him to feel he still had more to learn, Being why he is ronin or a traveling student as he calls himself. Lost his best friend because he killed them. The man he considers to be his best friend betrayed his master and is why they died. Loyal to his master he killed his best friend Loyal to his best friend he made sure they were properly buried. LOST HIS PET! For a short time he has a pet tokage (lil dino like creatures in his world) named spot. His only company after being alone for so long but he found someone else needed them more then he did so he let them go. Some Rise verse stuff

When it comes to voice claims for usagi I've seen so many good choices from others that i would love to happen (Steven Yun especially in truth) However to me I decided on Johnny Young Bosch especially in this character role the characters personality sort fits how I write usagi [2][3][4] a few more examples on the VA just cause I really like the voice XD

Rise Usagi's personality I take from mostly how Usagi acted as a teen in the comics. Rash, cocky, impatience and having a temper. I also took 2003 more friendly approach to others with these sense of humor. I also take some of 2012 grumpy moody self cause grumpy bunny is cute. When it comes writing this one at least

Since the turtle have species specified I like to think of Usagi as a flop rabbit (american Fuzzy Lop yes cause fuzzy is in the name XD)

And This was gonna be the end but then me and a friend had some dumb joke about space jam and usagi playing basket ball then we remembered the turtles play basket ball so here we are

I generally treasure Usagi's interactions with the turtles and maybe it cause I know this guy lost so much that it just warms my heart to think about sooo I see the turtles as the kind of friend who pull people into their interests so I can see them getting Usagi to play with them.

took him a good while to learn but he took a fast liking to the game ofc hes a great jumper.

uneven teams when they play but it's just for fun Leo and Usagi: the usual pairing and everyone hates when they are a team. Leo rubs off on Usagi a bit u-u Donnie and Usagi: usually the team up that happens to piss Leo off if he's ticked them both off Raph and Usagi: the most sportsmanship pairing these two often just congrats each other for good shots uwu Mikey and Usagi: Mikey asked Usagi first or called dibs and Usagi can't say no to the baby uwu Everyone vs Leo: kind of like him and Donnie pairing but only cause Usagi gets very competive with Leo and finds this fun.

[dreamwritesimagines]

Re: the extra scene-

(It’s CMA)

Omggggg this is so, so cute!!! Also Ben being so aware of her throughout the entire day 🥺🥺

Does Lottie know she’s in love with Anthony?

Omggg after they get engaged Anthony is going to walk into his study after he talks with her father and the chair is going to swivel around (idk if they had those then but shhh just go with it) and it’s going to be benedict going ‘well well well what do we have here’ and Anthony is like ‘u don’t even live here anymore???????’ And Ben’s negotiating the terms of their engagement, even tho anthony just did it with her dad. And at the end Ben is going to be like ‘have I made myself clear’ or whatever and Anthony is going to be exasperated and so over it and he’s just like ‘yes are you done’.

(Bonus: Ben did not expect him to be so forthcoming and so he keeps adding on stipulations to the agreement by going ‘and one more thing!’)

Idk I’m just imagining Jake peralta and captain holt from b99 vibes but idk if you’ve seen that show. Maybe rob Swanson and Leslie Knope but I’m less familiar with that show. Just Ben way too high on having the power over his brother for once. I mean I know that’s not entirely Ben’s vibes but also it’s silly and fun so who cares

Ben being worried he’ll be a bad husband and we all know he’s actually worried about like… being too chatty or accidentally killing a rose bush by pouring paint water on it or something. (Also though if that did happen Ben would feel awful but I hope clover would be mature enough to realize it was an accident like how she was with teddy but I doubt she’s in that place yet).

But anyway I don’t think he’s really worried about cheating or anything cuz I don’t think that’s in his nature nor being violent, despite what clover keeps insinuating, and I think he knows that he’s so in love with her that he wouldn’t want anything else or whatever.

Also though I am such a fan of the trope where the one who is worried about being cheated on is the babysitter when the other gets giggly drunk and just their drunk adoration is enough to reassure them like even if they’re inebriated they still love me. Like the whole drunk words sober thoughts kind of vibes?

And idk I feel like there might be a reverse of lady danbury’s luncheon where the guys shoot the shit together and Ben gets giggly drunk. It’d just be so cute. (Wait no I really want to see this now) (stop I’m in love with my own headcanon lmfaoooooooo)

Okay I’m done (I think). I just love this extra scene so much (and this entire story if you couldn’t tell lmfao)

CMA HI MY LOVEEEEE! ❤️🥰

Charlotte kiiiinda has an idea but not really ❤️ She convinced herself Anthony would never fall in love with her, so she is trying not to think about her own feelings for him because she thinks it's hopeless❤️ So she thinks he's the most amazing person in the world but she ignores the fact that she is completely in love with him ❤️

Lolll oh Benedict will give Anthony hell when Anthony proposes to Charlotte and afterwards😂 Like, he will make things much harder than Charlotte's father did! 😂

I've seen both of those shows, I totally know what you mean!❤️

Oh absolutely! ❤️ Benedict knows he would never cheat on her or do anything to hurt her, ever ❤️ But like, he's worried about saying the wrong thing and hurting her feelings or something, because all the relationships he had so far were physical or just not serious, and now he's actually married 😂 So he's sooo freaking out 😂

WAIT OMG-

I LOVE THIS IDEA?! 😱😍 Benedict getting drunk and Clover being totally sober, listening to him ramble about how pretty she is with a smile on her face awwww🥰 We need that scene! 😍

Thank you so much darling! 😍 ILY! ❤️❤️❤️

[flowering-thought]

Ah yes, procrastination! Hehe, I also deal 🤝

Anyways, I shall now detail my painfully awkward stories to you lol:

(I don't really know how to put these in order, so it might come out as a jumbled mess (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧)

1.) So, this one comes to mind first as it is unfortunately burned in my brain *cries* So! I used to have a HUGE crush on this guy that I worked with (I was wondering at a subway at the time) and because I had a crush on him, I happened to be shy and somehow kinda clumsy around him. And because of that shyness, I would find it hard to talk to him without stuttering or blushing. Normally, it wouldn't be so bad but he just so happened to also be shy and socially awkward like me. (Usually I always shy and quiet at first, until someone talks me out of my shell. Then I'll gradually open up and become more "extroverted" around them) Anyways, as you could imagine, there was a lot of terrible awkward silences. AND, bc we worked together, I had to deal with it. There was this time specifically where we got a large online order, and it was just the two of us, so I come up there to help him. Because the store we worked at was so small and cramped, we didn't have much room so we had to work side by side. Bc of that, to me, it felt like we were uncomfortablely close, and I kept accidentally bumping into him. Compare that with awkward silence, and I just wanted to disappear all together. He got a better job somewhere else not long after, but I always wondered if he thought I was some weird quiet kid or if he felt the same way I did. Idk

2.) Oh! So a few years ago (around 4) I went down to the lake that was kinda local to where I lived during summer every day for like a week straight. I happened to meet a boy who was two years younger than me (I'm only 21 now so I was a lil bebe then hehe(17)) He came up to talk to me, and was really polite and chatty too so I actually felt really comfortable hanging with him while there. He coincidentally happened to be there almost every day I was there. So it didn't take long for me to open up. Anyways, summer ended (obvi) and I continued about my life as it was. Time Skip! Up until fairly recently, I had completely forgotten about meeting him at all. Haha yes, so I was going grocery shopping when I met him again since he worked there. Only, I had NO IDEA who he was. (I found out he was also a local lol) Anyways, I walked in and he was kinda staring at me. And I felt super uncomfortable bc I felt like I was supposed to know him or something. So I kinda glanced over and ignored him until I had to check out. I didn't recognize him because he apparently hit a major growth spurt. Well I got to check out and he was like "do you really not remember me?" and I awkwardly shook my head no. To which he replied "we met at the lake a few years ago remember?" I felt so bad for not remembering lol. But luckily he was super nice, and all ended well.

3.) (This one isn't a story, but just a compilation of my ✨anxious habits✨)

*I can't tell people no, instead I talk circles around a "maybe" or a "next time"

*I genuinely worry if I make people feel uncomfortable bc I'm always a little awkward

*I can't stand awkward silences, so that leads me to ramble

*Crowded places are draining

*I'm always fidgeting with something when I'm nervous like my hair or necklace

*During the rare times I do actually have guests I'll anxiously spoil them with treats like food, drinks, etc.

*(insert general introvert things here)

That's all I can think of rn anyway. I hope it helps 💖

~🥀

Omg sorry I've been kinda hoarding this ask cause I relate wayyyy too much ʕ•ω•ʔ

🥀 I completely feel you with those anxious habits too 👩‍🦯👩‍🦯. If I feel like I somehow made someone uncomfortable I automatically go to apologize out of habit.. And a really bad habit of picking at my nails to the point it actually kinda hurts- but I've been trying to stop cause it kinda sucks after a while when your finger tips hurt yk?

But yeah social anxiety and just anxiety in general can lead to a lot of awkward conversations or interactions 😔 Sometimes I've been so completely oblivious to people attempting to interact that it leads to awkward silence lol- doesn't help I have a chronic RBF that makes people think I hate them ;-;

[lilacroads]

i'm feeling chatty so here are some thoughts, in no particular order

on my way back from osaka today, i saw one of my ex-students and her grandma going up the escalator as i was going down it. it took them some time to realise it was me and i had to greet them so that it wouldn't be like this random foreigner just staring at them. feels a bit awkward in retrospect.

i called my parents yesterday. it was father's day in australia so i called my dad, but i came away from that call feeling a bit sad. it sounds like his r/s with his partner isn't really working out and with the way the world is rn irt cost of living and everything, i'm worried about what that would mean for his lifestyle, not to mention what would come of the house he's living in bc i think they bought it together. i'm also sad bc i want him to be happy and comfortable but there's not much i can do from here. i'm hoping it'll work out but idk really. i definitely left that phonecall reconsidering my life here and wondering what it is i actually hope to do in the future.

the call with my mum was a little lighter and i did feel a bit better after talking with her.

but just following on from that, i've been thinking a lot about my future in japan and what my future career is going to look like. i don't mind my job now (because tbh, i get paid to just hang out with kids and it's pretty fun) but it won't lead anywhere and i've been thinking about what else i can do and what skills i have that i can use in another field. it's been stressing me out quite a lot because i don't really feel like i have any skills that i can make use of here. i can speak japanese but i don't feel like i speak it well enough to use it in a fully japanese working environment but aside from that idk what else i actually have.

if i went back to australia i could do some training, get my licence and perhaps work in childcare but i don't really have options like that here?? some friends who also work here have said that i'd be able to find something but idk.... idk really......

anyway it's been quite stressful.

on a lighter note, i am clearly famous in my work neighbourhood bc like three times in a row i've gone into a shop that i haven't been in for a while for whatever reason and been met with "omg it's been a while long time no see how are you!!!" and it's touching but also a bit embarrassing. dont acknowledge that i come here all the time thank you!!

anyway good talk i'm hungry time for dinner

[milascenta]

June 26th 23:38

I apologise for the late post, I've had a cold all week. Thats why I haven't streamed since sunday lol. My nephew had a party and one of his friends came over, and he walked in like a lil patient 0 all coughy and rubbing his nose on his sleeve haha. I took one look at him and went yeah I'm getting sick. Sunday stream was so great and I'm so glad I could at least take you out of your mind for a lil bit, I will be streaming on Wednesday 9pm (your birthday) and will try to get more consistent with it too.

I'm glad you felt a lil better to write to me though, you don't have to push yourself right now, just focus on you and what your body is telling you. Take time to feel so you can heal. Its ok for your sleep and eating to get disrupted, its completely normal and is really just your body trying to come to terms with everything, and it will pass I promise. Please if anything gets worse, promise you'll seek more appropriate help, I can't help further than what I can you know. Please talk all the nonsense you want, I'll listen. I'm so sorry you have to do everything alone, that really isn't fair, this is meant to be a time for the opposite. I really glad you had your cousin with you at least for a lil bit to collect some things, he sounds like a good dude and the doggy sounds amazing too, I'm glad they give so much love and affection at the right times (dogs seem to really know that kinda stuff)

Its ok to feel like crumbling like that, I'd find it odd if you didn't you know. It really is one of those moments where you truly don't know yourself until you're in it, so I completely understand all of the emotions brought up. Again I'm really glad you had your cousin there with you, I wish I could have been there too, to support you. I'm also glad you got to feel overwhelmed by the emotions and he did too (that might sound weird idk), I'm glad you didn't just bottle them up. It sounds like you picked the exact right thing for him to wear, and I bet he looks badass too. The undertaker sounds good too, very professional and know how to deal with these things. I like that he helped you figure out what to do, I can't imagine how hard it would be to have to figure it all out. I really hope everything worked out with the flowers and the registry. I know they'll be beautiful and fitting, because you picked them. I know it will be hard, I wish I could be there to help you through the little things too.

Of course your hair is beautiful, it suits you so well. It frames your face and of course the colour, need I say anything hehe. Omg the scratchy stage for tattoos SUUCk, I have one on the back of my arm and when it was healing I remember waking up one day and it sticking to the bed sheets and literally leaving an imprint, like full colour and lines just right there, I had to pull myself off haha, didn't hurt though or damage the tattoo must have been a bit of the excess ink drying to the sheet lol. I hope yours is healing more now and out of that annoying stage. Ooo 3 more too thats exciting, I know they'll be good. I love small tattoos too, I know they'll do him justice, and I hope they provide you with a lil peace too. I'm sorry your mother thinks that, thats so stupid lol, you're not ruining anything and the idea that you are is kinda stupid too, more stupid that she seems to care more about your skin/hair then everything else, but I'll restrain myself from talking more about it. Its yours and you can do whatever you want.

We're on a small break from gigging with the band till september, which is good, gives me time to properly assess how its going and focus on other things. I honestly don't really know the direction its going, plateauing or not, but yeah gives me some time to think about it.

Thank you for coming to my stream again, you weren't too chatty at all, in fact that was what helped talk for so long haha. (also its good for the algorithm hehehe) I was just going off you and the game. I'm sorry I haven't been streaming too much though. I really wanted to stream all week but couldn't really. I feel my perfectionism is really holding me back from it too, but I'm glad I've done at least one because that took a lot of the pressure off it. But I will power through it for Wednesday, I'm gonna start a new Cyberpunk playthrough, ready up for Phantom Liberty dlc which looks AMAZING, and I remember you said you got addicted to it during covid too. Then I'll go back to more tentacle god and alternate a bit. Though weird thing with Cyberpunk is hat OBS hates playing it and having my facecam on, so my facecam just turns off randomly, I have no idea why, my only thought is that Cyberpunk hogs my CPU so maybe its not enough for the camera, idk, so no camera while I play Cyberpunk but ESO and other things should be fine.

I'm so glad you got to finally see Chonky and how she acts, its hard to explain her to someone without them seeing so I'm glad you saw her. She looves belly rubs but also looves latching on to arms with her claws at random moments too. I play hardcore and really roll the dice by my putting my face into the floof and giving her raspberries which she finds amusing.

Its not weird reading through these, if it comforts you then do it. I write these for you so they're yours.

Yes Little Hell is one of my all time favourite albums, Silver and Gold, We found each other in the dark, some of my favourite songs. I will say Bring me Your Love is my favourite by him though, What Makes a Man has a hold on my heart and soul forever, and speaks to me on too many levels haha. I just love how he's this hardcore icon in Alexisonfire, covered in tatts and sings some of the most heart-wrenching poetic music, I love it when that happens with people haha.

Don't feel guilty for celebrating, I completely understand why though. But you need to, for you, and for him. He would want you to do what ever makes you happiest and without concern. I know it will be hard. But its normal to feel what you're feeling, it will be a range of emotions. Don't let it stop you from feeling positive as well.

I hope you can get to sleep a bit easier, I hope these messages help you sleep and take you mind off things. Happy birthday soon, I'll write again soon too.

"I fell straight Into your arms Like a drunk Who's been on it All morning"

[jeongwife]

how do you think hhu would act around someone they were interested in or how would they show that they’re interested??

performance unit | vocal unit

this is so cute omg :(

seungcheol: he’d be so shy and would find any excuse to talk to you with the biggest smile on his face. you can just tell he’s whipped because he’s grinning so widely and his cheeks are turning bright pink because internally he’s freaking out ;-; if he’s interested in you i can definitely also see him reminding you to dress warmly/eat well/sleep early etc., as well as do things like giving you his jacket when it gets chilly, offering to take you home or to help you out with stuff (eg. carrying things, which is an added bonus because he gets to show off how strong he is whshwhs) <33 and when you thank him he’s like pshhh it’s nothing but he’s absolutely kicking crying screaming inside because he finds you so cute

wonwoo: i don’t think there’d be a huge difference in how he acts around you aside from a little more stuttering and fidgeting, like maybe if he’s wearing his glasses he might push them up more often out of nervousness. but he’s also really funny when he’s in a chatty mood, so i can see him being more talkative around you, or cracking more jokes to see you smile :’) as for how he’d show it, he’d probably do small things for you that show he remembers even the most minuscule details you’ve told him. like you could offhandedly mention wanting to try a new brand of candy, and he’d show up the next day with it in hand because he “just so happened to pass by the store” 🥺

mingyu: shy shy shy, but also playfully cocky hehe <3 he’d find ways to subtly (but harmlessly!!) show off in front of you because he wants you to think he’s cool whsjwjs :((( like maybe he’d purposely shrug off his jacket in front of you so he’s only in a tight-fitting t-shirt that clings to his defined build. he might affectionately tease you more too, and will find any excuse to be a little touchier with you like pinching your cheeks or putting an arm around your shoulder, but praise him and he’ll turn into the shyest baby ;;;;;; like cheol, i think he’d show you that he likes you by enthusiastically volunteering to help you out; like if you’re grabbing drinks for the table he’d immediately jump up and say he’ll help just for those extra few minutes he gets with you <3

vernon: like with wonwoo’s case, i don’t think you can really tell something different with how he acts, he’s just being usual vernon except the tips of his ears are burning bright red 😭 (he’s precious pls ;;;) i can see vernon doing lots of “research” on stuff you’re interested in so he’d have more to talk about with you, like if you mention liking a movie/book/song he’ll definitely check it out first thing when he gets home :((( as for how he’d show it, i think he’d be like wonwoo too where he’d remember all these little things you tell him. i can also see him sending you song recs that (sometimes not very subtly) hint at his feelings towards you wgshahhs he’s so cute omg

— admin lily

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 308: VIBE: CHECKED

Previously on BnHA: Lots and lots of Shindou idk what else to tell you.

Today on BnHA: Tired Nomad Deku rescues Shindou from Muscular, and us from Shindou. Muscular is all “OH BOY I SURE CAN’T WAIT TO FIGHT DEKU AGAIN AFTER HE TOTALLY KICKED MY ASS THE LAST TIME!! I’M SURE THIS TIME WILL GO DIFFERENTLY SEEING AS HE’S HAD ALMOST AN ENTIRE YEAR’S WORTH OF ADDITIONAL TRAINING, AND ALSO HAS SIX FOURQUIRKS NOW, IN ADDITION TO THE CONFIDENCE THAT COMES WITH HAVING EIGHT OTHER PEOPLE’S SOULS CHILLING OUT INSIDE HIM OFFERING MORAL SUPPORT AND ENCOURAGEMENT.” Deku is all, “[kicks Muscular’s ass effortlessly].” Muscular is all, “[gets his ass totally kicked].” I for one am very satisfied with this, and with respect to all, I would like to hereby declare this post a discourse-free zone. I’m just happy to see my son out here making good use of his FOURQUIRKS, and more importantly beating Muscular in less than seventeen pages so we can all go on with our lives lol.

damn Deku since when were you allowed to look this cool

from this perspective and with the smoke, cape, backpack, and mask more or less obscuring his actual profile, he looks less like a sixteen-year-old boy and more like a grownass man

OH SNAP

we got a glimpse of this in the cleaned-up scan of 307, but seeing both of his eyes looking so distinctively All Might-esque here is... whoa. I mean we know that his face still looks pretty normal underneath the mask and he doesn’t actually have the black sclera, but still, this is an awesome look. mini-Might

lol Muscular

you and me both. I mean no offense, but yeah

so Deku is just standing there silently

typical Deku. tight-lipped and expressionless. mum’s the word. quiet as a mouse. silent as a grave

okay no but seriously this is so weird and creepy though you guys. Deku please say something or else I’m just gonna mindlessly say whatever stupid things come into my head in an effort to make things less awkward

so Muscular is all “I should probably make a cool speech about revenge but Horikoshi couldn’t think of anything good so I’m just going to stand here clenching my fist real slowly”

“I’m not here to go on a monologue” he says, as he monologues about not monologuing

okay you guys I confess I have only read through/watched the Deku VS Muscular fight once because the arm-breaking is just way too uncomfortable for me to revisit. and so as a result, I have completely forgotten Whatever The Deal Is with Muscular’s eye lmao so let me go look it up real quick

okay so it’s a prosthetic, obviously, and he changes it out according to his mood. that part does sound familiar. I just can’t remember which eye is supposed to indicate which mood. don’t tell me I actually have to go back and reread this shit

lol I’m skimming through chapter 75 now and remembering/realizing that I hardly paid any attention to this the first time around because as soon as I found out the villains were after Kacchan my brain was like “TIME TO FOCUS ON THIS AND ONLY THIS NOW AND FOREVER” and yeah. ah memories

anyway so he started out with the flower-looking eye, and then later on he was all

which begs the question, how on earth could I have ever forgotten the most ridiculous panel I’ve ever read lmao

anyway, but so after all of that, I'm only just now realizing that this isn't one of his previous eye prosthetics in the current chapter; this is an ACTUAL FUCKING ROCK that he's just randomly shoved into his eye socket fkdsjlk

so basically (1) I did all of that painstaking research for nothing, five whole minutes of my life wasted THANKS A LOT, and (2) what, and I have never meant this more emphatically, THE FUCK

anyway so now he's leaping at the building that Deku is standing on top of. but he’s not aiming anywhere near Deku though, wtf

(ETA: HAHA YOU BROKE ALL YOUR MUSCLES YOU LOSER.)

...huh

lmao okay then. I hope those annoying citizens in the building next door are watching this go down and rethinking their life choices

dlkdkljk

just keep standing there pressed right up against the window, why don’t you. “WHAT’S GOING ON THIS SUPER CLOSE COLLAPSING BUILDING IS BLOCKING OUR VIEW.” well, folks, we’ve long since known there’s a critical shortage of hero and villain brain cells, but what we’re learning now is that civilian brain cells are also in short supply

OH THANK GOD DEKU IS FINALLY TALKING THAT WAS ACTUALLY UNSETTLING AS FUCK

SO HE’S STILL OUR GOOD, POLITE, WORRIED, CONSIDERATE DEKU UNDERNEATH THAT COOL AND MYSTERIOUS VENEER. for real, thank fuck, because I swear to god if he suddenly started acting like the Dekus in all of the vigilante AUs my interest in this series would have dropped something like 50% lol. just because he dropped out of school and ran away from home and is currently dressed like the physical manifestation of a Linkin Park playlist doesn’t mean he’s not still the WORLD’S BIGGEST DORK okay

I MEAN, THIS RIGHT HERE. THIS IS WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT. HE’S APOLOGIZING FOR THE DELAY

PLEASE FIND THE ATTACHED SHINDOU YOU REQUESTED. BEST REGARDS!!!

OH MY GOD WHY IS HE SUCH A BADASS

something about making bold, confident statements while obscured in smoke?? idk but damn it fucking works

ffjkkl

more importantly, should you tell him you actually need your copy of Shindou in excel format and not pdf?? on the one hand you don’t want to sound ungrateful, but on the other hand what are you even supposed to do with this

this chapter so far consists of like 50% smoke, but on the other hand Deku VS Kacchan 2 had a lot of cinematic smoke too so who am I to complain

OMG IS IT HIS ARMS

IDK DID YOU?! TELL ME YOUR SECRETS. PLEASE, AT SOME POINT THIS FIGHT HAS GOT TO ACTUALLY ADVANCE THE PLOT

OHHHHHHH

IT’S EN’S QUIRK!! OH MY GOD OKAY THAT’S ACTUALLY AWESOME

I CAN HEAR THE SOUND OF DISCOURSE RUMBLING IN THE BACKGROUND BUT I DON’T CARE LOL. WON’T CATCH ME EVER SAYING NO TO ANOTHER SIXQUIRK. GO AHEAD, BRING THEM ON, I WANT TO SEE THEM ALL but take it easy though Deku. don’t want to give yourself lung cancer or anything

also it’s good to see that in a very real sense he’s not fighting alone. the Vestiges really did mean it when they said they could appear more easily now. this is on a whole other level

so is this whole next page still En talking, or someone else? because whoever it is sure is chatty

okay, several things

pretty sure it is En, because he keeps saying “I suppose.” for someone who never said two words until one page ago, this guy sure never shuts up. we can’t all follow Muscular’s lead I suppose. oh my god now I’m doing it too

really like the suggestion of Deku using the SIXQUIRKS like tools in an arsenal, because that’s what he’s good at! it’s almost like he’s been training for this his entire life. “you value quirks too much” LOOK HE JUST THINKS THEY’RE COOL OKAY IS THAT A CRIME

where the fuck did all this rope come from

not gonna ask what the fuck that thing is sticking out from the back of his utility belt. Horikoshi will surely explain this

is that a fucking jetpack. I’m sorry Deku were six fucking quirks not enough for you. you can fucking float??? but JUST TO BE SAFE, LET’S STRAP A PAIR OF ROCKETS TO OUR SHOULDERS IDK

-- or wait, is this all supposed to be like a visual representation of En’s metaphor?? OH MY GOD AM I JUST STUPID LOL, DON’T ANSWER THAT. NEVER MIND. NEW LIST!!

rope = blackwhip

jetpack = float

radio = danger sense

and so I’m guessing that this ridiculously phallic thing is supposed to be a flare or something?? and that = the new quirk, smokescreen. well that was a fucking ride lmao we now return you to our regularly scheduled chapter

so now Deku is floating to his heart’s content and thinking that he’ll just sneak up on Muscular and vibe check his ass or whatever

WOOOOOOOO DANGER SENSE YESSSS I LOVE THIS FOR HIM

okay guys, I'm gonna press pause here for a sec to make a serious note, because I am loving the shit out of this, but tbh I'm having trouble enjoying it as much as I want to because I keep getting anxious thinking about the discourse. I know that a lot of the fandom has very strong opinions on Deku's character development one way or the other, and I want to respect that. but I also really have no spoons to debate this topic at all beyond what I’ve already weighed in on. so if it’s all the same to everyone, I plan on staying out of this discussion, at least this week

anyway! that said, YEAH BOI GET HIS ASS

VIBE: CHECKED. CURB: STOMPED. HOTEL: TRIVAGO

-- OF COURSE HE’S STILL FUCKING FINE LOL HE CRASHES INTO BUILDINGS FOR FUN IDK WHAT I WAS EXPECTING

dammit Muscular. how many fucking quirks does it take to beat you?! the annoying thing is that even with all of his cool new powers, Deku is still something of a mismatch against him. anyway r.i.p. to all these poor buildings

OOOOOHHHHH

you guys have no idea how intrigued I am at the prospect of watching Deku try to play both good cop and bad cop here lmao

anyway so Muscular says he doesn’t know, go figure

“I’m not here to make small talk or anything” he says as he small talks about not small talking

OH MY GOD DEKU

are you really gonna talk no jutsu all of these villains from now on?? that last battle really did have a profound impact on you, huh! interesting

you guys he’s really doing it omg

Deku this guy tried to murder a five-year-old literally just for fun. I mean more power to you, but holy shit you’re really gonna try to defeat Muscular with anger management therapy huh

I MEAN

WHO COULD HAVE SEEN THAT RESPONSE COMING dlkjslkjk

FUCK’S SAKE DEKU, I KNOW YOU MEAN WELL BUT THEY CAN’T ALL HAVE TRAGIC PASTS KIDDO

but. I have to admit, I do still like that he tried. probably knew just as well as we did what the end result was going to be, but still. he made the effort in good faith and I respect that

uh oh

why do I get the feeling Muscular just got a whole lot deader

oh my god oh my god he’s doing the “powering up” stance ffff don’t fucking tell me you can still use your fucking arms here, Deku

BUT MORE IMPORTANTLY WHAT’S THIS??

okay so basically he’s saying that whatever it was he sensed in Tomura, he doesn’t sense from Muscular. which, yeah, that sounds exactly right. good judge of character here lol

AHHHHAHAHA YESS

WHOOPS, GET FUCKED I GUESS

WOOOOHOOOOOOOO

lmao so apparently this is the belated result of Shindou’s attack from chapter 307?? I’ll be damned. good for you Shindou!! I always liked you buddy. please just take my word on that and don’t fact check that statement

okay lol the one tiny bit of discourse I will allow is that it’s bullshit that he just did that with his right arm. like, I’ll fully acknowledge that. that makes no fucking sense, and I demand an explanation from the Great Plot Hole Filler himself. he’s never let us down before when it comes to continuity so I’m trusting him not to suddenly start now

that said, we love to see a rematch against a boring guy settled quickly and decisively within the span of a single chapter. THANK YOU

I like that Deku implies that his power is being a smart nerd who battles villains using the power of ANALYTICS. he basically didn’t do anything except restrain Muscular and wait for Shindou’s attack to take effect while halfheartedly checking to see if he regretted any of that murder and stuff

(ETA: and almost forgot to mention, he made excellent use of all four of his active SIXQUIRKS. it’s like the chapter title said; this is basically him fighting all-out, and it’s a sight to see.)

also, as cool as the mask was, this just feels right. like, we had our fun, now let us see his face, yes good

anyway, I think this was a good start towards establishing What’s Up With Deku Right Now! so if it’s all the same to Horikoshi, I would next like to take some time to explore Why’s Up With Deku. that, and What’s Up With Everyone Else, Especially Kacchan. por favor