#posted this just before tumblr went down but i have nice tags and don’t want to delete it so here LMAO

[2baabbies]

🖤 Knee Socks (Changbin x Reader) 🖤

Crossposted under 2Babbies on Ao3 <3

(decided to crosspost this today for all the changbin fuckers, I hope you like it 🫶🏻)

Pairings: established frenemies changbin x reader, to lovers

Words: 4100

Summary: Changbin stops by uninvited to pick up the jacket you borrowed from him. You are annoyed that he has interrupted your down time on your day off, but maybe he’ll find a way to make it up to you?

(inspired by the Arctic Monkeys song!!)

Humour + Fluff + Smut

afab + fem!reader

CWs: reader and binnie are mean and they swear at each other but they actually looove each other, playful insults are thrown around, picking on your crush to hide your real feelings??, jokes about murderers/getting murdered, gamer girl!reader, changbin projects on reader based on how she’s dressed (but they’re both down bad so it’s fine)

Smut Tags: taunting/teasing, explicit consent because consent is sexy, big dick changbin, changbin sock fetish, slight dom dynamics but reader and bin are both kind of switches in this one, changbin going down on reader, some edging, vaginal fingering, begging, praise, slight degradation, handjob, mutual/guided masturbation, dirty talk, confessions during sex

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The fourth phone call in three minutes prompts some concern, so you forfeit your competitive match to give the caller your full attention.

“What’s wrong?”

“What are you doing?” Changbin responds casually.

“I’m trying to rank. Is something wrong?”

“Rank? Christ, are you playing that stupid game again?”

“Felix is two whole levels above me!”

“… So?”

“Felix isn’t even good, he’s not allowed to be two levels higher than me!”

There is a pause on the other end and you think he may have hung up before he speaks.

“So that’s what you’re doing? Wasting your day away on your computer?”

“Why are you complaining? I went out with you and Chan last night. And I don’t have another day off for two weeks, so I have to grind as much as I can today. And fyi, you’re putting me at a disadvantage. I just left a match to answer your stupid call because I thought you were getting murdered or something. That could’ve been a win.”

“You think I would call you if I was getting murdered?”

“Yeah, I think you would. You know why? Because you’re stupid.”

“Hey hey hey, be nice.”

“What do you want? You’re wasting my precious time.”

“You stole my jacket last night, e-girl, I’m here to get it back.”

“I’m not an e-girl- wait, you’re here? Right now?”

“Wasting away in the lobby. Waiting for someone to come and murder me.”

You stand up from your chair and pad out of your room to your intercom. You hang up your phone and shout into the speaker.

“Quit loitering, shithead!”

“Fuck you!” Changbin shouts back.

You unlock your apartment door then buzz him in.

“Doors are unlocked. Your jacket is on the couch. Get your shit and get out.”

You hear him giggle maniacally as he opens the now unlocked lobby door and roll your eyes before returning to your bedroom. You quickly queue for a new match and put your headphones on. You join in immediately and the sound of Changbin entering your apartment is drowned out by the sounds of the game. You think you hear him say something from the other room but you opt to ignore him to maintain your kill streak. The match ends with a win and Changbin startles you as he speaks up beside you.

“You have an addiction, you know that right?”

You pull your headphones down and glare at him.

“Dude! What are you still doing here?”

“Look at this,” He picks up one of the many empty energy drink cans scattered across your desk, “You’re going to have a goddamn heart attack. I told you to lay off these. And your desk is a mess!”

“Shut up! Why are you in here?”

“You left your door unlocked. Not safe. That’s how murderers get in.”

You groan.

“Stop lecturing me! You were two minutes coming up, at most.”

“Yeah, but what if I wasn’t? And what if there was a murderer who was waiting just outside your door? Did you think of that, Ms. Noise-Cancelling-Headphones?”

“But there wasn’t a murderer! You’re just an idiot!”

You spin your chair towards him, clenching your fists in exasperation. He huffs and crosses his arms, his blue jacket slung over his broad shoulders. Suddenly, his eyes widen and he swallows before looking away.

“What the Hell are you wearing?”

You look down at your attire as you sit cross-legged in your gaming chair. You had expected to spend the whole day inside, so your outfit was not exactly guest appropriate but it suited your personal comfort level just fine. You are wearing a thick oversized sweater that drapes over your lap, no pants, topped off with fluffy socks that cover your legs and end just above your knees. The sweater hangs low, doing little to cover your chest and cleavage, and the socks squeeze the plush insides of your thighs. Normally you would have been more embarrassed dressing this way in front of your friend, but Changbin had not been invited into your room and you were still annoyed at him for taking up your personal time.

“What’s wrong? They’re just my pajamas.”

“You sleep in that? Fuck, you really are an e-girl.”

You roll your eyes.

“It’s comfy. And look, the socks have beans.”

You lift your leg to show the bottom of your foot, where cat paws are printed on the socks. He slaps your leg down firmly.

“Don’t do that.”

“Why? There’s beans!”

“I can see that.”

You notice a dark blush dusting his cheeks as you go to lift your leg again. This time he holds your leg down by your thigh to prevent you from lifting it.

“Would you stop that? Have some modesty will you?”

“Modesty? They’re cat socks.”

“And you’re wearing them like some sort of pervert.”

You curl up in your chair and turn back to your pc.

“Lee Know would appreciate them.”

“Yeah, he probably has a catgirl fetish. He’s your target audience.”

You glare softly at him.

“I’m telling him you said that. And there’s no audience. This is just how I dress when I’m alone.”

“Why?”

“Because there’s not supposed to be weird men in my room!”

He blinks in surprise then gapes, offended, at your words.

“I am not a weird man. Take that back.”

“You just called me a pervert. Because of cat socks.”

“I’m sorry! But don’t flash me!”

“Flash you?”

He points at your lap, and this makes you blush. All you see is the gap of bare flesh not covered by your sweater or your socks. You throw your hands up in defeat as he gestures impatiently, and his attention on your thighs suddenly makes you self-conscious. You slap your hands down to cover them.

“There! Happy?”

“Not that! You were- your legs- just don’t spread your legs open when you’re not wearing any clothes, yeah?”

“These are clothes.”

“You’re not wearing pants, and you might not be wearing underwear either.”

You scoff.

“You think I’m not wearing underwear? Seriously?”

“I wouldn’t put it past you.”

“I’m not a freak.”

“Prove it.”

You peer at him.

“That I’m not a freak?”

“That you’re wearing underwear.”

“You’re weird as fuck man.”

You kick your legs up on the desk, knocking a few cans to the floor in the process. Changbin grumbles about your slobbish habits and picks the cans up, then storms out of your room. You wait a moment for him to return and when he does not, curiously get up from your chair to check on him. You spot him in the kitchen from your doorway and pause to watch him. He has his hands braced against the counter and his head lowered as he takes measured breaths. He notices you out of the corner of his eye and looks at you, his jacket is still slung over his shoulder.

“Are you okay?”

“Fine.”

Your eyes flit over his arms, flexing as he grips the counter. Then they roam over his black shirt, tightly fitted over his biceps and abs, then down until they land on the unmistakable bulge in his slacks. You look back up to meet his gaze. He looks wrecked, watching you with heavy eyes as his cheeks burn with shame.

You jump as something falls in your room and hits the floor, bringing you both out of the silent trance you had been in for who knows how long.

“What was that?”

You shrug.

“Murderer. Ghost.”

“Ghost?”

“My apartment’s haunted. That’s why I never have anyone over.”

He laughs with a hint of strain.

“You’re funny.”

“Changbin.”

“I’m sorry, I’ll go, just give me a second,” He rasps.

You do not give him a second. You clear your throat and tug your sweater off in one quick swoop. He stares, wide-eyed, as you toss it to the floor and cross your arms. You stare back at him, wearing nothing but a comfy sports bra, your underwear, and your knee socks. The underwear are lame, not even a cute pair. They are the kind with a little satin bow, pink with faded prints of flowers and bunnies, and a small rip in the frilly waistband. There is nothing sexy or enticing about them.

Changbin’s cock strains against the zipper of his pants, no doubt aching to be released. He exhales slowly as his eyes skim over your body. He audibly swallows then looks away.

“What’s wrong? You’re acting like you’ve never seen a naked woman before. You’re not embarrassed, are you?”

He groans and throws his jacket to the floor then begins crossing the room, tearing his shirt off next in the process. You back up into your room, tripping over another discarded can then falling back on your bed. You sit up just as he enters the doorway. Suddenly, he pauses. He grips the top of the doorframe, giving you a clear view of his muscles at work. You nonchalantly check him out as he pants softly. Then, he points at you.

“You’re the devil, you know that right?”

You laugh and roll your eyes.

“I wasn’t trying to seduce you.”

“Are you trying now?”

You gnaw on your lip and eye his crotch again lazily. Then you shrug.

“Not particularly.”

“Liar.”

“I’m not lying.”

“Look at how you’re dressed.”

“I didn’t dress to impress anyone today, Binnie. Who would even see it? Look at me, why would I wear ratty underwear and a sweaty sports bra if I was trying to look sexy? I’ve been a good girl, you’ve been the bad boy thinking dirty thoughts.”

You emphasize your statement by propping your legs up and spreading them open. He shivers and takes in the clear view of your scantily clad figure.

“y/n,” He says seriously, “I need to know before we go any further if you want this? I’ll stop the moment you ask, I promise, but I want to know before I do something stupid if you even want to keep this going or if you’re just teasing me. Because I… really want you, and I think I’m gonna lose it if we keep this up for much longer.”

You smile and respond softly.

“I trust you, Binnie. I know you would never hurt me. So whatever you want to do, you can do it to me.”

“Right now?”

“Right now.”

“Take your panties off, please.”

You smirk at his hesitant order but obey it. You hook your thumbs into the elastic of your panties and slide them off, taking your time and keeping your legs spread as you complete the process. He watches you greedily, drinking in the sight of you as you pull your bra off next. You discard both garments to the floor carelessly, then dip your thumb in the cuff of your sock and begin pulling it down.

“No. Leave those on.”

You pull your hand away, fluttering your fingers playfully and tilting your head. He finally enters the room, crossing slowly and kicking the can away when he meets it. He stops at the end of the bed. You hold your breath as he stares down at you, and watch as he reaches down to caress your ankle then gently grasps your calf. You let out a shaky breath right before he drags you to the end of the bed by one leg. You gasp as the bottoms of your thighs come flush to his knees.

He meanders fixing your knee socks one at a time. He tugs them up to hug your thighs and runs his thumbs just under the bands to touch the soft skin beneath. You shudder when he looks at you, then grabs your other thigh and squeezes both of them. Your legs quiver as he holds them open and massages underneath your thighs.

“You’ll tell me if you want me to stop, yeah?”

You nod and he shakes his head.

“Say it.”

“I’ll tell you. But I don’t want you to stop. I really don’t want you to stop.”

Changbin falls to the floor on his knees and grips the tops of your socks, he then hikes your legs over his shoulders. You gasp and clench your fingers in the bedsheets when he dives in to lap at your pussy.  You throw your head back and release a pitchy moan as he slowly mouths at you. His fingers curl to stretch the fabric of your socks and your thighs hug his face as he prods you open with his tongue. 

Despite how ruined he looked and how wired he said he felt, he eats you out with an astounding amount of restraint. He rolls his tongue inside between filthy open-mouth kisses, eyes boring into yours as he makes obscenely wet noises. You are not sure if they come from his saliva or your arousal, but it makes your core ache nonetheless. You throw one hand against your forehead and slap the other down on the bed as he continues his tortuous pace.

“Changbin,” You whine, the last part of his name fading off in a squealing moan.

“Mhm,” He peppers a few kisses on the insides of your thighs and nuzzles his cheeks there gently, “What is it, baby?”

“Stop teasing…”

He punctuates his response with a long, deep, kiss right on your clit. You cry out in frustration as he smirks down at you.

“No.”

“Binnie…”

“You teased me, it’s my turn, honey.”

You huff and mewl as he resumes eating you out.

“But I… I didn’t…”

He groans, rumbling your heat as he does so. You buck your hips and moan as he begins picking up the pace, then breaks away. You whimper and glare at him as he licks his lips clean.

“Stop…”

“Do you want me to stop?” He asks breathlessly, “Or do you want me to give in to you?”

“Will you please just fuck me?”

His breath hitches at how soft and desperate your voice sounds. He shakes his head and brings his lips to your heat again.

“Why?” You cry, tears pricking as you feel yourself teetering on the edge of release.

“Shhh, patience, baby. Patience.”

You run your fingers through your hair and arch your back as you grind against his face. He finally grants you relief when he props his elbows on the bed, your thighs still straddle his face, and he pushes three of his fingers between your folds. He buries his face in your heat and fingerfucks you, continuing to do so until you climax. You can only make mindless, breathy, sounds as he stimulates you through your high. You grip the bed sheets and squeeze your thighs together on instinct, mind going blank as pleasure pulses endlessly through your core. He holds your thighs open and continues suckling at your clit, watching you fall apart from his tongue. 

Slowly, he stops and lowers you on the bed. He lets your legs fall to his sides and presses chaste kisses over your thighs and abdomen. Your legs twitch and you let out a wrecked moan as your pussy throbs. His hands roam sweetly over your thighs, petting and soothing you to relax.

“There you go. Good girl. Wasn’t that worth waiting for?”

You make a short, annoyed, sound.

“You’re such a fucking tease.”

He chuckles and stands up, unzipping his slacks and pulling them down. You let your head loll to the side as you watch him. His cock pitches a tent in his boxers, standing proudly as he shucks his pants off. He takes his time rolling the band of his boxers over his length, no doubt enjoying your attention. You bite your lip as he strips himself down then kneels beside you on the bed. You run your hand over his thigh and give a teasing squeeze, then look up for his reaction.

“Mhm.”

“Well?” He murmurs.

“You’re big.”

He snorts, his cock stands proud and drips precum as he moves over you.

“Yeah. It’s a pain.”

“Not for me.”

“Oh? You can take a big dick right now?”

He taps his fingers against your pussy and chuckles when you whine and roll away. You glare over your shoulder as he rubs your hip.

“You’re still too sensitive, baby.”

“And whose fault is that?”

He rolls his eyes.

“My fault for giving you an amazing orgasm, I guess.”

“Yeah, how are you going to get your dick wet now? Stupid.”

His cock jumps and he groans softly at your chiding.

“I’m not.”

“You don’t want to fuck me?”

Your tone is more insecure than you wanted it to be, but there is no way to take it back now. Changbin’s eyes soften and he rolls you over to face him. His hand comes to cup your cheek as you avoid looking at him.

“Is that what I said?”

“No.”

“Right. Do you need to hear me say it?”

You nod shyly and he shoots you a soft smirk.

“I want you. I need you. You’re so beautiful.”

You laugh softly.

“Okay-”

“I want to make you feel loved. I want to take care of you.”

“Oh, so now you want to be romantic? What happened to the teasing and manhandling?”

He rolls his eyes.

“Well, that was when I was hungry, baby. I’m not thinking straight until I’ve had my fill.”

He leans down, hovering his lips over yours.

“Are you thinking straight now?” You murmur.

“No. You’re still making me crazy.”

You giggle and brush your nose against his.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah…”

“What are you gonna do about it?”

“Kiss you?”

You nod timidly. He chuckles as you both close the space between you and share a slow, sweet kiss. You sigh into his mouth as he pets your cheek with his thumb.

“What about now? What do you want me to do?” He asks.

“Fuck me?” 

“Hah… I don’t think you’re ready for that yet, baby.”

“Pretty big talk for a guy that got hard over socks.”

“Well. They are on you.”

“Shut up.”

You kiss again, a bit more heated. Changbin melts into your arms as you pull him closer and he grinds against the crease of your hip. You giggle as he moans and chases the friction a second time.

“Can’t fit your big dick in my pussy? Just gonna hump me like a dog instead?”

He groans and raises his hips up, his cock still hangs and drags over your abdomen.

“You’re so rude. I’m being so sweet to you.”

“Gonna cry about it?”

“Would that turn you on?”

You shrug and give a teasing grind against his thigh. He curses softly and drops his head.

“Don’t make me beg, I might really cry then,” You laugh and he whimpers, “Please?”

“Please what?”

“Touch me.”

You giggle and roll away for a moment to grab lotion from your bedside drawer. When you turn back he shoves his face into the crook of your neck and lets out a shuddery breath onto your chest. You clutch his head close and kiss his forehead as he props his leg over yours. You lube your fingers then slip them between your bodies and around his length. He jerks his hips impatiently as you stroke him slowly.

“y/n…”

“Yes, baby?”

“F-Fuck…”

“You like that?”

“Mh-hm.”

He pants and pulls you closer as you work your hand around him. He curses and throws his head back to gaze up at you. Your touch slows as you watch his lips part in a small whimper.

“Please,” He breathes, “I’m so close.”

“You’ve been such a good boy.”

He nods and cries out in frustration as you slide your hand up his abdomen. You scratch your nails over his chest and gently direct him.

“Wanna come? Go ahead, Binnie. I want to see you touch yourself.”

He makes a choked noise and leans up to brace himself over you.

“That’s not fair,” He takes a shuddery breath, “I helped you.”

“I am helping,” You pout, “What? Are you saying you can’t get off? This isn’t enough for you?”

He looks down as you dip your fingers between your legs and play with your clit. He curses at the soft sounds that escape your lips. He steals another kiss and slowly begins stroking himself over you. You giggle and murmur quiet encouragement against his lips as you lazily pleasure yourself.

“Wanna come, Binnie? Wanna come on my pussy?”

“Y-es…”

He kisses you again, hard, as his movements become faster and uncoordinated. You cup his cheek and allow the fingers between your legs to graze absentmindedly over your sex. He slowly breaks away and gazes into your eyes as he works himself to release. His eyes fall shut and he groans your name.

“Come on, baby. You’re almost there.”

“Fuck,” He gasps.

He jerks himself through his climax, moaning desperately as he spills his cum over you. You watch his expression intently as milky streaks fall over your abdomen and crotch. You glance down and spread the sticky substance between your fingers, then look back at him. He watches you through fluttering lashes and pants into the shared air. Then, he smirks and leans down to share a wet kiss. When you part he kisses your cheek then collapses on top of you, nuzzling your neck.

“I love you.”

You scoff.

“I make you jerk off to me once and that’s all it takes for you to fall in love? You’re pathetic.”

He whines in protest.

“I loved you before that, bitch. And, I’ve jerked off to you many times-”

“Ugh, you freak…” You respond with no animosity.

He laughs breathlessly and heaves a tired sigh. “I mean it. And not just the masturbating part.”

You snort and listen to his labored breath slow then settle into a tranquil rhythm before breaking the silence.

“I know. I love you too. Even if you get turned on by socks.”

Changbin laughs and squishes his face against your cheek. You turn your head and press a loving kiss to the bridge of his nose.

“Shut up.”

“Make me,” You mumble before granting him another kiss.

“Mhm… I will… later.”

You gasp as he goes to pull you closer and gently keep him at an arm’s length.

“Ah, I’m dirty.”

“Yeah, you are.”

You laugh then make a disgusted noise as he pulls your hips together and kisses your neck. You melt into his arms and let him cradle your head to his chest. You sigh and nose sleepily at his shoulder.

“You better clean me up.”

“M’yeah…”

“M’serious…”

“Mh-hm…”

You relax and doze off embracing each other.

You wake again hours later. No light peeks in from the window, the only thing illuminating your room is your desktop screen. The red numbers of the 24-hour clock beside your bed tell you that it is midnight. You fight your way out from where you are tightly tucked into bed. Changbin’s shirt covers your figure as you sit up then slip out of bed. The shirt falls just above the top of your knee socks, leaving a sliver of skin peeking out. You finally notice Changbin, seated in your gaming chair and just wearing your headphones and his boxers, focused on the game playing in front of him. He has cleaned up the desk and his jacket is folded neatly over the back of the chair. You watch in silence then tiptoe over as the match finishes.

“What are you doing?”

He jumps and throws his hand over his chest as he looks at you.

“y/n!”

“Why are you playing my game?”

“... No reason.”

You take the mouse from him before he can queue and open your profile. He smiles sheepishly when you gape at your stats.

“You brought me up five levels?”

“Did I?”

“I didn’t know you could play.”

“What, you really think Felix leveled up all by himself?”

You blink as you process his words then grin and fall into his lap. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and kiss his cheek.

“Thank youuu.”

“Don’t thank me, just get better so you don’t have to play so much.”

“Hey! It’s not my fault! All my teammates suck.”

“Mhm, that’s what they all say.”

You roll your eyes and rest your head on his chest.

“Still, I appreciate it.”

“Do you?”

“Mhm.”

“Wanna show me how much you appreciate it?”

You smirk.

“Yeah. What do you want me to do?”

His thumb glides down your clothed leg then back up again.

“You don’t have to do anything, baby.”

“I don’t?”

“I’ll just let you have this seat and then I’ll take care of the rest.”

You stand and watch him rise then turn to fall to his knees as you fall back in the chair. He smirks and pushes his shirt up out of the way, then draws your legs over his shoulders.

[slut4msby]

Happy New Year? Miya Atsumu x Fem!Reader

+ tags & warnings; suggestive content, heavily implied smut, atsumu and reader did the deed :0??, borderline fuckboy!atsumu [i have a soft spot for fuckboy!atsumu], not proofread, implied ex bf but no one is specified other than being a vb player so use ur imagination qts :3

+ a/n; hey guys! i'm lea :3. this is my first fic on tumblr in YEARS i used to have an account long long long ago that like NO ONE would know so this is my welcome back ig ;p have some fuckboy!atsumu tehheeheh [i want fuckboy!atsumu so bad or maybe i just have issues teheheh]. also its dec 31 when i post this so HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! stay safe and take care x

Waking up on your own has become a tradition on New Year's Day. For the past three years, a very lonely past three years. Ever since your partner had broken up with you. 

This year was no different, waking up in an empty bed - but not your bed? The realisation left you in confusion. Your eyes darted around the room, cologne, dirty clothes, sports trophies and empty water bottles filled the room. How classy. You sat up against the headboard, head pounding from the alcohol that had consumed your body the night before. Despite its uncleanliness it was a nice room at its core. The problem is, you don't know when you got here or how you got here. Matter of fact if you were even still in the country.

“Hey Doll.” A shirtless figure called from the doorway, a towel wrapped around his waist, his V-line on full display. He was fit, no one could deny that. His blonde hair messy from his shower, his body littered with hickies and scratches - your hickies and scratches. “You really did a number on me huh?” He let out a soft chuckle.

You tried to respond but your body was still in a state of shock from the man you had managed to catch.

“You alright princess? You seemed to be a lot louder and confident last night.” He teased, walking towards you taking a seat on his bed. “You know, you look good in my shirt.” He adds on in reference to the oversized t-shirt which accompanied your body. He shuffled closer to you, he planted another kiss on your neck over one of the many purple marks he had given you last night, “could get used to having you around.”

“Me?” You question, he only nods in response. 

He grabs your face in his hand. You couldn’t deny his hands were nice, they were big and he obviously knew how to use them. He moved you to look at him, forcing tension. You couldn’t lie from what you could remember is that he was good. He pulled you closer and closer, looking at your lips and then your eyes. “Can I?” He asks.

“Can you?” You respond giving him your infamous ‘fuck-me eyes’.

“Oh doll, we both know we can.” He mutters against your lips, before pulling you in for a kiss which you very happily accept. 

That’s when the memories come back, you could never forget a kiss like that. You remember Kuroo forcing you to a party and meeting him, Atsumu Miya.

“C’moonnnnnnnn n/n-chan it will be fun.” Kuroo begged.

“Tetsu, I don’t know I am happy alone.”

“You’re so boring now n/n-chan.” He pouts. He knows that sentence will rile you up. “You used to be the life of the party y/n.”

“Used to? Oh baby I still am.”

“Then come to the party n/n.”

“Fine.”

You remember walking in and being greeted by Bokuto who you hadn't seen in years. Completely ditching the volleyball scene after your ex-boyfriend. Bokuto was still as huge and friendly as always. You greeted all the familiar faces and were even introduced to some new ones. It was nice. As the hours went on the alcohol overtook your body. 

You had found yourself on a couch on top of him - Atsumu Miya. 

“Woahh pretty girl slow down.” He pulls away from the kiss a string of saliva breaking you apart as he does so. “What's yer name, pretty girl?” He asks before leaving light kisses on your neck forcing a gasp out of you.

“L/n.” You say quickly, “y/n l/n.”

“Pretty name for a pretty girl.” He says continuing kissing down your neck. He would have gone further right then and there however your rendezvous was cut short by Bokuto and Kuroo calling your name. And you thought that was gonna be the last encounter with the mystery man.

“Ohhhh~ n/n-chan getting it on with tsum-tsum.” Bokuto teases.

“N/n is lonelyyyyyy.” Kuroo slurs.

The teasing continued all night, however at 11:58pm everyone started gathering around for the countdown, you were convinced this is the fourth year you would be lonely. Before you felt an arm snag your waist.

“Hey pretty girl.” He purrs into your ear.

“Oh it’s you.”

“I have a name y’know princess?”

Silence.

“Do yer seriously not know who I am.”

“Egotistical by the sound of it, pretty boy.” You respond.

“Atsumu Miya. Y’know? MSBY’s setter?”

“Right. I like pretty boy more.” You giggle.

5

“Yer won't be moaning that tonight trust me doll.”

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Atsumu pulls you in for a kiss, “So you wanna take me up on that offer princess?”

You can’t help but nod eagerly.

Happy New year to you indeed.

©slut4msby.

[sirensplayhouse]

alpha state

welcome back, my little sirenettes 🕺🏾this is gonna be a short and quick to the point post😂. so i’ve been seeing a lot of posts about the different brainwaves hint my little reblogging spree i just went on and it inspired me to drop my success story on how i entered/tapped into alpha state so sit back and enjoy🫡.

so alpha state is a state of deep conscious relaxation, you feel relaxed and at peace and just have an overall sense of calmness when you’re in it (think of it as a light hypnotic state). you’re able to absorb more information, ideas and suggestions in alpha state because you’re more receptive and focused during this state.

ok siren we dgaf about you’re explanations just tell us how to tap into it🙄

ok so just like anything you can get into alpha state by simply telling your subconscious to put you in alpha state of, you can listen to brain wave frequencies like the one i’ve tagged below, you also enter alpha state when you meditate and daydream and you can do the counting backwards from 200 and counting to 200 method if you please.

siren ok we just want to know what YOU did to get into alpha state we’on care bout none of that other stuff

ok ok tough crowd😵‍💫anywaysssssss i put on this lovely little audio i tagged (and honestly i saw this tagged in another post on tumblr a year ago and decided to try it , so full credit goes to the person that found it first y’all the goat). i was sitting up during this process so i wouldn’t fall asleep , kept my head straight and my head still and moved my eyes to the top of the my tv (so i wouldn’t have to strain my eyes too far) and before i knew it i was in alpha state🤭.

it’s that simple nothing overcomplicated or anything i have done the counting up to and down from 100/200 and honestly i just felt like my mind wandered off wayyyyyy to much when i did that method and i like this one better. now there are a multitude of alpha state meditations on youtube that you can use that don’t have to be this specific one let’s be clear🧍🏾‍♀️.

and one last mention i did have my affirmation tapes playing in the background (y’all know i love me some affirmation tapes😂) while i was in alpha state and after i got out of it and took a nice lil nap (don’t judge✋🏾) i woke up to what i wanted (i did not know how to phrase this last part so this is as good as y’all getting😭🧍🏾‍♀️).

no i’m not telling y’all what i manifested😂but i will tap into alpha state again and manifest something different post a picture of what i chose to manifest just so y’all can see it’s that simple.

idk if i missed anything or what because like i said this was kinda rushed and in the spur of the moment but just in case i did, posts i recommend: boom and slap and y’all should also go check out @gorgeouslypink her work is always top tier and that’s all my little sirenettes until next time🤝🏾

[trensu]

The third chapter to Hawkins Halfway House: Tradition is here! I posted it earlier on ao3 if you prefer to read it there. if you prefer tumblr reading, then you can catch up with this specific fic through my hhh: tradition tag or the overall series in my hawkins halfway house for homeless horros tag.

The week after dinner at House, Eddie went to Billy’s apartment for a family dinner and met Max for the first time. There wasn’t much of a family resemblance, Eddie noted, but Billy had mentioned she was from his father’s second marriage so he hadn’t thought much of it at the time. Max was small, pale, and quiet. Billy had to nudge her to introduce herself. She stumbled a bit under his hand, before righting herself.

“Hi, I’m Max,” Max mumbled in a sullen tone. Billy rolled his eyes and scrubbed his hand roughly over her hair. She winced, and endured it.

“This one, I tell you,” Billy said. His smile was wide and gleaming as always. “Maxine Hargrove. Don’t take her mood personally, babe. She’s just a cute little grump, aren’t you Maxine?”

Her wince morphed to a scowl, but said nothing.

“That’s alright,” Eddie reassured. He stuck out his hand to shake. “Hey, Max. I’m Eddie.”

Max blinked in surprise. She made no move to take Eddie’s hand.

“Maxine,” Billy said, annoyed. “Manners.” 

She glared at Billy but took Eddie’s hand and muttered, “Nice to meet you.”

“Go wash up for dinner, but be fast about it,” Billy told her. “Don’t make Eddie wait.”

Dinner was awkward, but Eddie had been expecting that, so he happily chatted about anything and everything. He figured eventually he’d stumble on a topic that would interest the kid. He wanted Billy’s sister to like him. He didn’t have much luck on that front during their first dinner. Or their second, or even their third.

Eddie had tried not to feel discouraged by Max’s ambivalence. Kids normally took to him more easily than that so it was a bit of a blow to his ego, but nothing that would keep him from trying again. That being said, he really didn’t know how long it would’ve taken if it hadn’t been for the feathers.

Eddie insisted their next date be a trip to the arcade with Max. Billy had grumbled but conceded when Eddie hammed it up by batting his eyes at him. Eddie whooped in victory and he could’ve sworn Max had smiled at his antics for a split second.

The arcade had been noisy and full of flashy lights like any other arcade. Eddie had eagerly led Billy and Max to his favorite games and taught them how to play. Billy went along with it but it had been obvious he was bored. Max, on the other hand, took to it like a duck to water. She all but glued herself to Dig Dug.

“We should hit up the skeeball in the back, next,” Eddie said excitedly when Max finally lost the game. “Jeff and I used to play against each other and I lost to him almost every time. It’s still mega fun!”

Max had ignored him to add another quarter to Dig Dug and continue her game. 

“Maxine,” Billy said with obvious annoyance, “Listen to you betters and stop acting like a brat.”

He grabbed Max to yank her roughly away from the game. Max yelped in either surprise or pain but did not struggle in Billy’s grasp. Eddie was startled enough by the exchange to intervene

“Billy,” he’d said, unconsciously putting himself between the two siblings. “You and I can play some pinball instead and keep an eye on her. It’s not a big deal.”

Eddie gave Max some more quarters, and placed a calming hand to Billy’s chest to maneuver him to the pinball machine two consoles down from Dig Dug. For a while, it hadn’t been a big deal. They each played their own games with Eddie looking over at Max every once in a while to make sure she was still safe and happy. 

Then one of the other kids in the arcade got impatient waiting for her to lose at Dig Dug. They started to squabble when he sabotaged her game, and it escalated to shoving. It was rough enough that she banged up against the game opposite them. 

Max picked herself up furiously. That was when Eddie saw it. Dark red feathers had sprouted along her hairline. She raised a hand to strike the kid, who had already turned away to start playing Dig Dug. Her hand had dark, wickedly curved claws. 

Eddie reacted quickly. He slipped off his jacket and threw it over Max. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and started to speak soothingly to her as he guided her away from the noise and the crowd. Max squirmed under his arm but he held firm to keep her steady without hurting her. Eddie had been herding them to a secluded booth. Billy showed up at his elbow.

“To the car,” Billy growled, eyes darting around to see if anyone was watching them. 

Eddie nodded and the three of them ended up in Billy’s Camaro. Billy slammed the driver’s door closed behind him, but Eddie paid it no attention as he slid into the backseat with Max. Eddie carefully unbundled Max from his jacket. Max scooted as far from Eddie as possible the moment she was free. Eddie didn’t try to stop her.

“You’re safe,” Eddie reassured her. “I got to you before anyone could see.”

“That was stupid, Maxine,” Billy said with a scowl. “You know what happens when you do shit like that.”

Max hunched her shoulders defensively.

“I didn’t do it on purpose,” she glowered.

“Billy, c’mon, man,” Eddie said. “She’s a kid. Kids can’t always keep their human faces on. It’s not her fault.”

“You’re taking this well, Eddie,” Billy said, eyes flicking up to look at Eddie through the rearview mirror. 

Eddie had been so caught up in damage control, he was only now struck with the implications of the entire situation. Max wasn’t human. Billy was aware of this. Was he something other than human as well?

“I’ve seen weirder stuff,” Eddie said cautiously. “Are you two…phoenixes?”

“I’m a hundred percent human,” Billy replied with a gleaming grin.

“So Max is a phoenix? From her mother’s side, I assume?”

Max glances up to the rearview mirror to meet Billy’s eye. Eddie figured she was trying to gauge if Billy thought Eddie was safe to know their secret. At the time, he didn’t question the act of silent communication between the siblings. He’d even thought it was sweet that they could rely on each other. Whatever she read in Billy’s expression made her glare at Eddie.

“So what?” 

Eddie met her scowl with his most dazzling grin.

“So nothing! I’ve never met a phoenix before,” Eddie said cheerfully. “I thought you were all extinct. It’s awesome that you aren't.”

Max clearly hadn’t expected such a positive reaction. She didn’t appear to know how to respond. Eddie carried most of the conversation, with Max contributing occasionally but only after checking with Billy. He learned that they didn’t know any other phoenixes. Max had been home-schooled for her safety so she hadn’t been given the opportunity to interact with other children much. Going to the arcade had been one of the few times Billy deemed it safe enough to go in crowds with her.

“And look how that turned out,” Billy had said stiltedly. 

“We had fun and no one saw anything,” Eddie replied affably. “I’d say it went great.”

By the time they reached Billy’s apartment, Max was less wary but still not completely at ease which Eddie thought was reasonable. Her feathers and claws had disappeared which had been Eddie’s primary goal anyway. Max ran to her room the minute they got into the apartment, slamming her door loudly behind her. Eddie lingered at the apartment door.

“I should probably go home,” Eddie said. “Give you guys a chance to wind down from all that.”

“I’m sorry our date got ruined, baby,” Billy said, leaning close and tucking Eddie’s hair behind his ear. His hand cupped Eddie’s cheek. Eddie leaned into the touch.

“It’s fine,” Eddie quickly reassured him. Then he did the stupidest thing of all. “You know, if you’d like to give Max a chance to spend time with kids her age, maybe you two can come over to mine. I know a couple of kids who’d love to meet her and won’t freak out over some feathers.”

The hand at his cheek trailed down to grip his jaw. Eddie found himself pulled into a bruising, close-lipped kiss. When Billy pulled back, a slow triumphant smile graced his features, making him all the more beautiful. Eddie’s heart skipped a beat as it always did when Billy smiled at him.

“You’re too good to us, Eddie,” Billy said. Eddie melted at his words because he was a smitten moron.

Over the next few weeks, Billy and Max came over to visit Eddie several times. House didn’t hide from fellow supernatural creatures so the Hargroves got to see it in all its splendor from their very first visit together. To Eddie’s delight, Max quickly befriended El and Dustin. El hadn’t quite mastered her human form yet, so more often than not she’d piggyback Max in her black, sludge-like form, speaking quietly as they went about their games. Max would act bored and exasperated whenever Dustin espoused his myriad animal facts but she would make snarky comments that showed she'd paid attention and remembered all the stuff Dustin told her.

Eddie only ever had Billy and Max visit when he knew Jeff wasn’t around. Chrissy would make herself scarce whenever they came over. Uncle Wayne treated Max as kindly as he did any of the other kids, but he kept conversations with Billy short and distant. Eddie didn't let himself get too bothered by this; he knew they'd come around once they got to know Billy better.

While the children entertained themselves, Eddie would cuddle up close to Billy to watch TV in the living room. If the kids were playing outside, they’d spend long quiet moments kissing deeply. Eddie almost always ended up pulling Billy down on top of him to enjoy the solid weight of Billy’s warm body pressing him into the couch. It was nice. Good. Eddie was the happiest he’d ever been in a relationship.

He should have known something was wrong. House never kicked them out, but if Eddie hadn’t been so enamored, he would have noticed that whenever the Hargroves were there, doors tended to stick a little, and the TV and radio would get occasional flares of static. House reacted to their presence, even if it wasn’t as aggressive and loud as it had been with visitors it didn’t like. He never thought anything of it.

It went out of his mind entirely when Billy asked him to watch Max. It was the first time he’d asked Eddie to spend time alone with Max. Eddie was thrilled.

“My buddies invited me camping next weekend. I wasn’t planning on going. I didn’t want to leave Max alone and obviously I can’t bring her along,” Billy explained. “But I haven't seen them in a long time. I thought since she likes spending time with the kids here so much and you’re so good with her, maybe…”

“Yeah,” Eddie blurted. “Yeah, of course! El and Dustin will be stoked to spend the weekend with Max.”

Billy flashed him his bright white grin. 

“I knew I could count on you, babe.”

The week leading up to it, he spent nearly every evening with the Hargrove siblings. He ran by his ideas for weekend activities with both of them. He suggested movies, crafts, and even some physical activities like a swim in a pond Eddie liked in particular. He really wanted the weekend to be fun for all the kids.

Max got quieter as the week progressed. Her responses became more curt. She retreated to her room earlier and earlier. Eddie assumed she was nervous to be away from her brother for so long.

“Kid, you'll be having so much fun, you won't even notice Billy’s gone,” Eddie insisted cheerfully. 

She shrugged off his attempts at comfort, and clenched her jaw shut against any response Eddie may have wanted to hear. So Eddie backed off. He convinced himself she would be fine once the weekend came around. 

Eddie hated himself for his self-delusion.

[falcqns]

the weight of the world (atlas abandoned his post)

✰ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Lucy Chen & Tamara Colins & Tim Bradford

✰ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Tamara has a nightmare after seeing her parents fight, and finds herself to be 5 years old again.

✰ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: childhood trauma, arguments, mentions of weapons, tamara feeling abandoned, death of a parent (NOT TIM OR LUCY), tamara is not moving out in my fics sorry, happy ending ish?? 

don’t forget to read and reblog, and i do not give permission for my works to be posted anywhere other than tumblr. thank you.

A/N: title is from Lazarus Rises (Amongst Other Things) By Berklie Novak-Stolz. I have not seen season 6 yet as its not available to stream in Canada yet so if there’s any errors please let me know, I’m writing this based off of tiktok clips lol. tagging @natashasera

Tamara rolls over in bed, hugging her big Godzilla squish mallow to her chest, tears falling down her cheeks. The same squish mallow that Tim had gotten her when Lucy had gone undercover to take down Frank Teska. 

“Just imagine Godzilla squashing all the bad guys in your dreams,” he’d said. “And if that doesn’t work, you can always call me.”

Tamara held back a sob. There was nothing more she wanted to do right now, than call Tim. She wanted to call him, have him take away her fears, and keep her safe. 

But how can he keep her safe from her fears when he himself is the reason for those fears? How can he keep her safe when he left her?

She had never seen Lucy so angry. Lucy hadn’t even been that angry when Tamara stole her car, and yet Tamara knew she was seeing true anger come from Lucy as she stood in the kitchen in Angela’s arms, covering her ears in an attempt to block out the yelling from her parents in the living room. 

She had felt 5 years old again, hiding in the closet, desperately trying to keep her distance from her parents who were fighting like they had never fought before. Fighting because her dad had found out her mom was having an affair with their dealer, who also happened to be her dad’s best friend. Suddenly, she felt like she was holding her breath, trying desperately not to scream as two gun shots rattled the tiny apartment, and she prayed she wasn’t his next victim.

Suddenly, the large bedroom felt suffocating, and Tamara couldn’t take it anymore.

Tamara sat up, still hugging Godzilla to her chest. She glanced beside her at the clock, which read 3:21 am. She grabbed her phone off the charger, before getting out of bed and walking out of her room. She walked across the living room as quietly as she could, and peeked into Lucy’s room, where Lucy was fast asleep on the bed, exhausted after the fight with Tim. So tired, that she hadn’t even taken off her shoes or gotten under the covers. 

Tamara put Godzilla down, and her phone on top, before making her way over to the bed. She gently took Lucy’s shoes off of her feet, and placed them beside her vanity. She then grabbed the throw blanket off of the arm chair in the corner, and draped it over her. She then pressed a gentle kiss to her head, trying not to wake her as she whispered. 

“I’ll be back in a bit, mom,” She said, her voice shaking as she said the word she’d been too scared to say out loud when Lucy was awake. 

She then grabbed her phone and stuffy, put her own shoes on, and grabbed her keys off of her hook. 

She needed to go see her safe space, even if he wasn’t so safe right now. 

The drive to Tims seemed to take forever, despite the roads being nearly empty. Her stomach churned and her mind worked a million miles a minute, unsure what she was going to say to Tim. Was she going to be nice? Was she going to yell? She went over what she wanted to say, but none of it felt right. Just as she pulled into his driveway, she decided to just wing it and do what comes natural. 

She slammed her car door shut a little harder than necessary, but it got the desired reaction when she saw the light in Tim’s bedroom turn on. She sniffed, wiping the tears from her eyes as she walked up the path to the front door. She didn’t want to let him know she had been crying, but he was a police officer for gods sakes, he was going to notice no matter what. 

She knocked on the door quietly, knowing he was already awake and was probably about to look out through his living room room curtains to see who was at the door. She looked over to the curtains and fought back a smile when she saw his head poke out, and his eyes meet hers. His brow creased, and then curtains flipped back into their original position seconds before the front door opened, revealing Tim.

“Tamara?” Tim asked, in shock. “What are you doing here?” 

Tamara scoffed and pushed her way into the house. 

“I’m here because you once told me that when I had a nightmare, and Godzilla wasn’t able to squash the bad guys, I could come to you, so here I am!” She said, her voice rising in volume and shaking. 

Tim nodded. “Okay, okay,” he said, walking closer and opening his arms for her. “Come here, Bub.” Tamara fell into his arms and her tears immediately returned, beginning to soak Tim’s henley. “Shhhh,” he whispered into her hair as he rocked them back and forth. “Its going to be okay, you’re safe now.” 

Tamara shook her head and pulled away from Tim quickly. “No it’s not!” She said, getting more and more upset. Tim looked at her with a questioning look on her face, and Tamara wasted no time in blowing up at him. 

“How can it be fine when you’re the bad guy in the dream?” She screamed, the tears, anguish and anger she had been holding back since she had woken up from the nightmare exploding out of her. “How can I make Godzilla squish you when I’m hiding in the closet again, listening to the same argument you had just had, hearing Mom yell at you to stop, to put the gun down, that she’s sorry, only for you to not listen, when all I want is for you to stop yelling and to comfort me and to tell me that no matter what happens you’ll always be my dad?! How will it be fine? All mom was trying to do was help you, and you pushed her away! And you pushed me away! Why?” She screamed. 

“I wanted to help you too, to be there for you, and you wouldn’t even give me the chance! What did I do?” AS she finished yelling she fell to the ground, buried her face in her Godzilla, and cried. 

Cried out not only because o the nightmare, but because of everything. Because of Tim not letting Lucy in. Tim not letting her in. Them fighting, Lucy crying the entire way home, and Tamara being helpless as to what to do, because she had never seen her mom cry that hard. Wanting nothing more than for Tim to wrap her up in his arms and hold her like she’s his little girl and-

…oh.

Two strong arms surround Tamara and she feels herself being pulled up and into Tim’s arms. He’s whispering to her that he’s right there, that he’s got her, that she’s safe, that he loves her. 

“Its okay baby girl,” he whispered, rocking them back and forth. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered, his own voice shaking with emotion. “I’m so fucking sorry. I shouldn’t have pushed you away, or Lucy.” 

Tamara choked out another sob, followed by the word “Why?” 

“I-I thought I was protecting you by pushing you two away.” He explained as he began to rub her back. “I thought I was keeping you safe, but obviously I was wrong since Ray found you two.” He squeezed her close. “I wont make that mistake again. Okay? I promise.” 

“D-Don’t leave me,” Tamara whimpered. “Please, daddy.” 

Tim squeezed her even tighter. “Never. Never again.”

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Good Omens POV Outsider Fic Recs

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)  

And Your Enemies Closer by GoldenUsagi - Rated G

Some Satanic monks summon Aziraphale to sacrifice to a Beast of Hell.   Unbeknownst to everyone involved, the Beast is Crowley.  The ritual sort of goes downhill after that. 

On Being Bar Mitzvahed by write_away - Rated G

Zachary Hirsch is quite certain that he's never met Uncle Anthony and Uncle Ezra before, but all sorts of relatives have come out of the woodwork for his bar mitzvah, so it's not like he's surprised.

Crowley and Aziraphale occasionally crash b'nei mitzvahs, confuse the bar mitzvah boy, and leave presents.

The future's going to break through by nieded - Rated T

Series: 3 Works

My take on South Downs: Aziraphale and Crowley decide to become professors. This is inspired by the headcanon that Crowley has 20 different degrees. He is the Serpent of the Tree of Knowledge after all.

The Official Mr Fell Quarantine Thread by argentconflagration - Rated T

 It is with an exasperated sigh that I introduce you to an official thread for this guy. We've discussed it and we've decided that this is the only way we can stop you guys from derailing threads to complain about this guy. By mod decree, all Mr Fell complaining, griping, bitching, grousing, and miscellaneous butthurt now belongs in THIS THREAD AND THIS THREAD ONLY.

The forumgoers of The Codex, a forum for rare book hunters, come to some very interesting conclusions about the personal life of one Mr Fell of Soho. (Inspired by a tumblr post.)

Sleeping Like The Dead by WorseOmens - Not Rated

Aziraphale takes up the habit of sleeping, and goes a bit overboard. After all, with Crowley in bed beside him, why would he ever want to get up?

(Or: The ineffable husbands sleep for three months straight and the whole street thinks they're dead. NOT ANGSTY)

Unto the Whateverth Generation by AstroGirl - Rated T

When your family has been unsuccessfully trying to summon a demon for generations, it's bound to be a little bit of a shock when he actually shows up.  Especially for the demon. 

Chicken Soup for the Dudebro's Soul by ShinyHappyGoth - Rated T

Chanctonbury Ring, a prehistoric hill fort covered in beech trees, is a point of interest near Devil's Dyke on the South Downs. Local legend has it that, if you run around it seven times anticlockwise, the Devil will appear and offer you a bowl of soup in exchange for your soul.

Local legends are weird like that.

Like He Hung the Stars in the Sky by asideofourown - Rated T

“There’s so much you humans don’t understand about the universe, it’s not my fault that I do,” he said in a statement to BBC reporter Jane Smith.  “Just you wait!”

BREAKING: SCIENTIFIC COMMUNITY IN DISARRAY AS NEWCOMER UPENDS DOZENS OF ACCEPTED THEORIES

Up and coming British astrophysicist Dr. Anthony J. Crowley has rocked the science world this week with his research that proves many previously-accepted scientific theories about dark matter and the nature of our universe completely wrong.  Dubbed the ‘Devil’s Theory,’ Crowley’s research has made the astrophysicist a star practically overnight, and one of the most sought-after scientists in the country.

[Crowley can't keep his mouth shut about the stars, and accidentally becomes a famous scientist.  Based on this!]

A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square by ThetaSigma - Rated T

Sam had settled into his job at the Ritz nicely. For example, no one there cared that his birth certificate listed him as Samantha and female and accepted him as Sam and male easily. It's a job he really loves, not least because his supervisor is possibly the nicest person to roam the Earth.

Sam also may be the first waiter in all of history to find out why the wine bottles fill up again when Aziraphale and Crowley have dined there.

***

 He discreetly cleared away the empty bottles on the table and went to put them in the recycling, same as he always did.

 Jim stopped him. “Not those bottles, son.”

 “But they’re just empty bottles, Jim. Nothing left.”

 “I know. But trust me. Cork them and put them back on the shelf, especially if those two ordered more than four bottles total.”

A Guide to Fame for the Enterprising Demon by asideofourown - Rated T

tildeathdoustogether

ok friends so i know we all joke about, like john mulaney and keanu reeves and hozier being immortals, but… i really think we gotta add anthony j. crowley to that list

thelongest27yearsofmylife reblogged and said:

Christ, Beth, Anthony Crowley is an increasingly popular, openly queer creator with explicitly queer rep in his work that’s really important to some people, can you not make this into a meme for ONCE in your life?

[Crowley accidentally gets a bit famous, and the internet figures out he may be a bit immortal]

tildeathdoustogether reblogged and said:

you think i’m joking but.  i’m not.  l i s t e n  i did not get a history degree for nothing, i have RECEIPTS. buckle in kiddos this is a wild ride

The Cell Block Gavotte by WorseOmens - Not Rated

Crowley is forced to defend himself from three disgruntled demons in the heart of London, and that is really, really hard to explain in a human court of law.

(Or: Crowley goes to prison, and decides to just roll with it)

stand on the brink of the warm white day by appomattox - Rated T

hdjngjjbg you guys earlier i was waiting at the bus stop just outside a bookstore and the owner, a little upper-middle aged man who gives off immense gay vibes, walked by on his way in and just. handed me a bag of fun size almond joy????

Wherein: Aziraphale is a Confirmed Immortal.

Wilson & Sons by voidify - Rated G

Ever since its establishment in 1768, Wilson & Sons Barbershop had been a proud family business. Customers came and customers went— but there was one who had, apparently, been there since the very start: A.Z. Fell. 

it's a new craze by attheborder - Rated T

***

CROWLEY: I try not to make a habit of gratitude, but I must give our appreciation to everyone out there who’s been listening and subscribing to The Ineffable Plan.

AZIRAPHALE: Ooh, yes, we’ve become quite popular, haven’t we?

CROWLEY: Yeah, just hit number eight on the advice charts … No advertising at all.

AZIRAPHALE: Mm. How … miraculous.

CROWLEY: … Aziraphale. You did not.

Crowley and Aziraphale are very possibly the people least qualified, on the entire planet, to start up an advice podcast.

But what else is there to do when the world isn’t ending anytime soon, you’re technically on indefinite sabbatical from your lifelong careers, and you need a plausible excuse to spend more time with your best friend who you’re definitely not, absolutely not, maybe just a little, actually maybe overwhelmingly in love with?

Crowley Invented Youtube Recommended (Parsley, Thyme, Sage, Daffodils remix) by flibbertygigget - Rated T

After Aziraphale's video on crêpes makes it into Youtube recommendations through a little demonic intervention, he quickly goes viral. Cue college students just trying to make it work, a bunch of young queers who see A.Z. Fell and his husband Anthony as "goals," and quite a few comments from one Newton Pulsifer. 

The Art of Pretence by WitchFlame (RachelMcN) - Rated T

Playacting is an essential skill for a demon.

Especially when you get summoned by amateur witches with a thirst for power. Luckily, Crowley's silver tongue has always been his most versatile trait.

“You wrote the binding wrong,” the demon speaks and she jumps so harshly that her carefully cradled flask spills and smashes against the floor.

Anthony J. Crowley, Retired Demon and Airbnb Superhost by TheOldAquarian - Rated G

What are you supposed to do when you've been fired from your sweet job in Hell for thwarting the schemes of Satan, you've got a swanky flat in Mayfair, and you're looking for an excuse to spend all your time in someone else's bookshop? Obviously, you turn to the dubious world of short-term vacation rentals.

The resulting Airbnb property has been variously described as "an instagram trap," "a vampire den but make it botanical," and "the weirdest bed and breakfast in the shared history of beds and breakfasting."

what a way to make a living by attheborder - Rated T

Without any more assignments coming from Downstairs, Crowley is struck with a bad case of the doldrums.

It takes a bit of trial and error, but eventually a solution is found.

(Or: the one where Crowley becomes an Uber driver.)

[kingsofeverything]

The lovely and talented @phd-mama tagged me to rec 5 fics of mine that I really like, so here they are:

Have a Nice Trip {6k E}

While Harry and his roommate Louis are stuck at home practicing social distancing, they decide to take a little trip to pass the time.

Harry’s obsessed with Louis’ ass and has a flair for speaking without thinking. My favorite part is the very last few lines, but I don’t want to spoil it, so just read it XD

Always a Bridesmaid {30k E}

While Harry’s friends are all getting engaged or married, he’s nowhere near walking down the aisle to his own happily ever after.

The night before his best friend’s wedding, Harry falls into bed with a silver haired stranger who makes him wonder what his own forever might look like.

I go back to this one often just because Louis and Harry are so smitten with each other. It’s instant! They’re so into each other! Plus Silver Fox Louis! One of my favorite parts:

“You’re telling me you don’t pick up younger men in bars every weekend, Louis?”

“No,” Louis scoffs, but then he grabs Harry’s hand and pulls him to a stop at the edge of the sidewalk. “Would it be a problem if I did?” Harry shakes his head, marveling at the feel of Louis’ hand in his. “Is it a problem that I don’t?”

Harry shakes his head again, staring at the shadow Louis’ eyelashes cast on his cheeks. It makes him feel special, but he keeps that to himself. “No.”

“Should I ask you the same question?”

“You can,” Harry says, though he doesn’t want to bore Louis with the mundane details of his life, he can’t help wanting to tell him everything. “You can ask me anything you want to know.”

Louis glances left and right, then squeezes Harry’s hand and points across the street. “Do you want ice cream?”

No Hold to Hold Onto {48k E}

Injured after being thrown from a bronc, Harry doesn’t know if he’ll ever compete again.

His only hope is a man called Tommo, a world champion rider who retired at the top of his game.

When Harry goes looking for help learning a new way to rope and ride, the last thing he expects to find is love.

My first ever historical fic! AND COWBOYS!!! I love this one so much and I wish it was more popular. One of my favorite parts:

“Sit,” Louis says, taking the chair across from Harry. He reaches for Harry’s hand, touch gentler than Harry expected as he guides him to lay it in the bowl. With the whiskey bottle poised to pour, he warns, “This’ll sting.”

“Yep. Yep, that stings,” Harry says, clenching his other hand into a fist and biting his lower lip as Louis pours whiskey over his blisters.

“You whine like a baby when that bronc busted your hand?” Louis asks, taking a swig out of the bottle and passing it to Harry.

“Ever heard a horse scream?” Harry asks, relaxing as the burning subsides. When Louis nods, Harry says, “Sounded like that.”

“You sayin’ you’re part horse?” Louis asks, and Harry gives a half hearted shrug. “That why your pecker’s as big as it is?”

Someone to Fly Home To {35k E}

Louis. 55 year old pilot who wants someone to fly home to.

Harry swipes right.

Or Louis and Harry’s marriage ended more than a decade ago, but fate keeps bringing them back together.

This fic was just supposed to be a little unfinished story I posted on Tumblr. I saw this post and had to write the scene where they realize they live in the same place. So the Tumblr ficlet is actually pretty far into the fic, but my favorite part is when Harry is babysitting their granddaughter and Louis helps get her to go to sleep. It’s just so sweet and Harry’s still so in love with his ex-husband.

Have Love, Will Travel {97k E}

Rather than spend the summer working at their desks, Louis and Harry are given the opportunity to crisscross the country together in a tiny camper, filming their adventures for a YouTube series.

It soon becomes obvious to their viewers that there’s something more than friendship between them. Eventually, they figure it out.

I wanted to write a camper fic for years before I wrote this one and I went through a million ideas. I’m so glad I got so obsessed with this idea lol it was super fast to write and so fun! The research was interesting and I loved watching videos of the parks and the activities that Louis and Harry did on their trip. The first half of this fic is all about pining and the second half is all about good communication! In my opinion, this is the perfect comfort fic.

Tagging these 5 people 💚 @louandhazaf @dinosaursmate @greenfeelings @mediawhorefics @juliusschmidt

[nessiefromspace]

Last Line Tag

Tagged by @moonshine-nightlight ! Thanks for the tag! Tumblr didn't notify me, but I saw it and her we go!

This is from a snippet of a novel length "Short fic" I'm working on. Working title is just Monster High. Main character is getting help pulling out a car engine and please be nice, I do know a fair bit about cars, but not enough off the top of my head and I'm not researching the terminology.

Rules: Post the last line(s) you wrote/edited.

“Would you like help taking it out?”

“Sure.” She smirked at him. “It’ll let me see your muscles.”

He laughed. “I’ll make sure to flex, then.” It was hard and laborious, but they finally got it out with some rigging. True to his word, she saw Jacob flexing, she flashed him a wide grin. When they got it out of the car, Jacob held it.

She eyed him. “You gonna carry that thing all the way to the car?”

“That’s the plan.”

Her brows rose and her eyes appraised him appreciatively. He flexed again and she squeezed it. “Damn, that’s nice.”

He smirked and it lit up his normally stoic features. “You’re pretty damn nice yourself.”

His words washed over her like a fire on a cold night. She grinned in approval and led the way. He set it down gently in the trailer. “Thanks.”

He nodded. “Not a problem. I’m here every weekend if you need any help.”

She nodded. “Oh, I’ll definitely need it.” She eyed his body. He laughed.

As they reached the others, Alice came running over. “I almost forgot!”

Adelaide smirked and whispered. “Here it comes.”

“The day before the party, we’re having a dry run, to make sure there’s no mishaps and so everyone can meet each other. We’ll see you there!”

Frederick put a hand on her shoulder. “Can you try asking him if he’d like to come?”

She frowned at Frederick and then stared at Jacob. “You’re welcome to come!”

Frederick smiled. “Thank you, Alice.”

Jacob laughed. “I’d love to come. It’ll be my first tea party.”

Alice grinned wide. “Perfect! It’ll start at noon!”

They went to the front desk where Jacob’s uncle, Henrik, asked for a large sum. Adelaide produced it in cash. 

His uncle scrutinized it. “That ain’t stolen money, is it?”

She smirked. “Nope.”

“Uh huh.” Henrik took out a pen to check each bill.

She grunted and waited, brushing off some debris off Jacob.

When his uncle had marked every bill and they came away clean, he eyed her. “This better not come back on me.”

“It won’t. ‘S not illegal money.”

He looked her over. “But you did do illegal things to earn it.”

“Uncle,” Jacob sighed.

Adelaide shrugged. “Take it or don’t. I don’t care. I’ll just return everything.”

Henrik clicked his tongue. “I’ll take it, I just don’t wanna see any cops in here about it.”

She grunted.

Receipt in her hand, Jacob walked her out. “Sorry about that, he can be paranoid.”

She smirked. “Nah, he’s got good reason. It did come from some shady ass people.”

That made him laugh. “Well, see ya around.”

“See ya.”

She climbed into the car and they drove off.

“I like him!” Alice said.

“He’s always been a polite kid and returns books a day early,” Frederick mused.

“Ada liked him, too,” Auri cooed loudly.

She ignored him to text Fride and Simon in the group chat the two had made, warning them about the dry run Alice wanted.

   Chapter Nine

The day before the party came. Everyone was up at six whether they wanted it or not. They needed a couple last minute ingredients, so the three siblings walked to the convenient store.

On their way back, Alice stopped. “Whoa, what are those?”

They looked to see three figures, all of whom had teeth for a face. “Fuck, hide.” Adelaide led them down an alley to the backyard of a house. “Don’t let them see you. They can smell Monster Hunters and they’ll go after you.”

Ambros looked at her. “They know you, then?”

She nodded. “Go home and I’ll lead them away.”

“Addie!” Alice whined. “You can’t!”

She kissed Alice on the forehead. “Stay safe and stay with Ambros. I don’t need both of you on their radar.”

After a moment, Alice nodded and she and Ambros went the opposite way.

I don't know who's been tagged and who hasn't been tagged and it's midnight and tomorrow is my (3) kids' birthday party, so I'm just gonna say, if you see this, you're tagged. <3

[waywardstoryenthusiast]

So, I need to vent. Strictly speaking I’ve already vented, but I want to leave that vent here. One of my favorite fic authors deleted their Ao3 account, and I decided to try and work through my feelings by writing them down. Now that I’m done with that, I don’t want to just delete everything, but I also don’t want to just leave it sitting around and gathering dust. So I’m going to post it here, under a cut. I’ve decided to make it unregbloggable and cause it’s kind of personal, but I would like if whoever reads it could drop a like, just so I know. Be nice to know if I’m not screaming into the void. I also originally typed this up at work between taking calls, so that’s likely the reason for any weirdness. And I’m rambling. Fuck everything.

Okay, last thing before the rant: The author I’m referring to has put up with some shit, which is why they’ve deleted. I went back and forth between leaving their name in or not, or tagging. I eventually decided to leave their name, but will not be tagging them. They made it sound like they won’t be on tumblr anymore, and even if they were this is mostly something I wrote for me. I’ve left a message of support for them already. I don’t want them to have to deal with anything else.

So Glimmerglanger deleted their ao3 account due to dealing with a lot of awful messages and comments. And I'm upset, and struggling to process. So I'm going to try and walk through what I'm feeling, why and what I can do.

It's all a bit of a tangled knot, so I'm going to start with my more

selfish reasons to be upset. I'm angry and sad that I won't be able to

read any of those fantastic stories again. I loved reading them,

they've become such a staple of my reading. Whenever I needed a pick me up or a break I would go back to their stories. Sometimes I would be looking for something in particular, and sometimes I would just go through their entire catalogue. Any time they had a new fic, even if it was just a drabble I would wait with baited breath. I always

enjoyed their writing, and now it seems it's all gone.

 And I feel selfish, upset and disappointed with myself because of

that. Because they're their stories, they can do what they want with

their stories. And it sounds like they had excellent reasons to do

what they did. It's not fair to be upset with them for protecting

themselves. But I am angry with them. I'm frustrated and upset that I

didn't get any warning so I could download the fics. And I suppose I'm upset with myself for not downloading them sooner. Silly, since I

didn't know this was coming, but it seems better than being upset with them when they're going through a tough time.

And another reason I'm upset with myself, is how reticent I was with

leaving comments. I kept telling myself I would go back and do it, and now it seems like I wasted too many chances. Maybe it wouldn't have changed anything, but at least we could have had those interactions. Glimmer was one of those authors who always responded to commenters and I loved that. (Not that not responding is a bad thing! Authors already give a lot just by posting, they're not obligated to respond.) I really enjoy having conversations with authors about their writing, and I always looked forward to 'talking' with Glimmer. I think one of

my biggest flaw is being too timid and missing opportunities. Not

leaving comments may seem like a small opportunity, but it mattered to me. And even though I tell myself that it may not have changed their final decision, I can't help but wonder if me leaving more comments (cause I think the only fics of theirs I didn't read read are the ones with a pairing I didn't like or looked too angsty. And I loved all the ones I read enough to want to leave comments, I just kept telling myself I would do it on my next re read, when things were fresh) would have made things at all better for them. If having some good comments may have contributed to making things a little easier or giving them a bit of happiness. I feel guilty. (Course, I also feel guilty about how much I'm making this about me and my feelings.)

And what really infuriates me about all of this was how avoidable it

all was. I've had fics that bugged me. I've started fics that

infuriated me. Where the authors characterization choices drove me up the wall. I've read fics that had me wondering if the author

read/watched the same thing I did. Sometimes when I think of these

fics they still frustrate me. But you know what I did? I clicked the

back button and I went to read something I would enjoy. (Ironically,

sometimes that meant going back to an old favorite, like

Glimmerglanger's works) The worst I would do is write a vent post

(that I might not even post) or reblog someone else's vent post. If

not that, I would start writing an idea for my own fic. I would never

leave a mean or cruel comment. I honestly cannot fathom people who feel like that is a constructive use of their time. It just doesn't

make sense.

Well that's most of my vent done (for now). Now to figure out what to

do. I noticed at least one person mentioned that they downloaded some of their work. I may ask around and see if anyone has their fics in a few days. Not now, it seems disrespectful so soon.

And you know what? I think I will post the comments I wrote out but

never sent. It's unlikely that Glimmer will ever see them, but just on

the off chance. And even if they don't, I don't like the idea of just

deleting them or leaving them in my notes to haunt me.

I'll also try to leave at least a few comments on any fics that do

live open on my phone. (And maybe download a few, just in case!)

Authors give a lot, they deserve what little I can give back.

I feel a bit better. A bit more settled. I'll try to do do a bit of

what I said tonight, and check back in in the morning. (5/4 pm)

I feel sick. Course, I think it's largely due to the news about

Buttons. She made it to at least 18, which I think is pretty old for a cat. But she stopped eating. And we had to make that choice. (And I realize after looking at the dates, it's barely been a year since we had to let Pixie go. And she wasn't even half Button's age. Fuck.) But talk about timing. Could really have used some comfort

right around then. But I really don't want to be upset at glimmer.

Cause none of this is their fault. They had to make the best choice

for them, same as we had to make the best choice for her. The timing

is just awful. And I'm not sure if I should continue writing this,

cause I'm starting to get choked up. And that's not really something I

can afford to do at work. But I feel like I need to get this out now.

I don't know how I'm going to get through the day. I'm not sure if

this is really about glimmer anymore. Or at least not only. I guess I

got home still feeling off after finding out, and then I got hit with

having to make that decision. And now the two things are just kind of

hopelessly tangled together. And I'm not sure how to untangle them.

I did go ahead and leave a few comments on other fics that basically live on my phone, like glimmer's did. It made me feel a little

better. Maybe I'll try to leave some more. It helps take my mind off

things, a little bit. Focusing on other fics and what I like about

them and trying to put it into words. I hope I get a reply or two. I

know that's not the reason I'm commenting, but I could use some

connection.

I also kind of want to pick up Crush again. Maybe not the best idea,

since I already feel pretty bad. But maybe it would be nice to read

the words, to feel less alone in my head, with these feelings. My

insides feel like a bruised peach. Twisted, squishy and raw. Or maybe

a tenderized bit of meat would be a better analogy. I probably

shouldn't have decided to listen to the sadness playlist. But

listening to anything happy feels disingenuous and discordant. Same

urge that led me to find those loving death comics again. Needed to

feel understood. Was a bit cathartic.

Still feeling upset. Think this one is going to linger for a while. We really lost a star. I can't blame glimmer for making the best choice for themselves. And I don't, I'm not just saying that. I just keep falling into this 'feel sorry for myself' pit. Course, as mentioned the timing was awful. I probably would have been reaching for some of glimmer's fics for comfort anyway. But it's like a bruise that I keep forgetting about and poking. I've tried not to think about it, when I'm not doing this, to try and let it settle. I tell myself, 'Don't think about this other thing,' which I figure works better than trying, 'Don't think about Glimmer having to leave.' Reverse psychology I guess. And it kind of works. But it's a loose tooth, I keep worrying at it, even though I know I shouldn't. And I keep wanting to ask around and see if other people have downloads of the fics they would be willing to share. But that just makes me ashamed of myself. It just seems selfish and disrespectful, especially so soon after they deleted. I won't lie to myself, I probably will try at some point. But I want to exert some self control, and not go hounding folks so soon after it happened.

I think I may post this after all. It may be a bad idea, and I

probably won't let it be reblogged. But I feel the need to be seen. To

be heard. (5/5 am)

I just really foolish. I keep asking myself why I didn't leave more

comments or download the fics when I had the chance if I loved them so much? Logically, in regards to the comments, I know it's because I'm a bit of a procrastinating perfectionist. I liked their fics enough that I wanted to be certain I got things right. I'd make little notes to myself, and say I'd come back later. I assumed they would always be there, which is also the reason I never downloaded them. Now I feel naive. And trying to make my peace with the fact that I may never see these fics again. I keep trying to press them all into my memory so I don't forget, though maybe it would be better if I could.

These feelings just keep sneaking up on me. And I keep feeling like

I'm making mountains out of molehills. Glimmer is the one who was really hurt by all of this. And that's another thing I keep trying to wrap my head around. I've always thought there fics were great, it's hard to

believe people would send such awful comments to them. I don't mean that I don't believe left horrible comments, I just can't understand what they would have to make comments about? Course, if people want to be nasty they don't need a reason, just an excuse. But it's still messed up. (5/6 am)

I think that's all now. This may have been a bit silly, it's not like glimmer is dead, they're just gone. But what happened to them sounded awful. They deserved better. And as I type this, I wonder if this is why I'm so hesitant about actually sitting down and writing out my ideas. Cause if I do, I'll want to post them. And I can honestly say, I'm scared of people's opinions. I have a thin skin. But that's another day's problem.

I'm also trying to avoid the main fandom I read stuff of theirs from.

It's still just a little too closely intertwined for me at the moment.

Not easy, it's one of my preferred fall backs, currently. But it is what it is.

Well, don't think I have anything else to say. At least, nothing that wouldn't be repeating myself. I think I'm less sad now. I think things will be better. I just wish it hadn't come to this, for glimmer's sake.

[erigold13261]

Look. You are asking people to use particular pronouns for characters who don’t use that in canon. How is that not shoving it down our throats?

Okay, so I will actually grace you with an answer for one of your asks, but you do know that this is Tumblr right? As far as I am aware (unless some new stuff went out which could be possible) this is a blogging website.

There is no algorithm that is pushing my stuff into your dash. You are either following me, or following someone who is reblogging from me. But either way, you are basically being an active participant in my content.

When I say "please use she/her pronouns for Zimelu" or any pronouns for any character, that means please use them when referring to that character to me. And even then I am saying "please" as in "it would be nice for you to use these pronouns because I see that character using these pronouns."

I have answered plenty of asks with pronouns for characters who I do not share those pronouns with, but I have the decency and respect to use the pronouns of the asker because that is their headcanons.

And sure, you might not see a certain character with those pronouns, but I am in my own bubble. You are either following me or following someone who is agrees with me (or the asker) enough to reblog my work. So no, I am not shoving my headcanons down your throat because you can easily unfollow or block me in order to not see what I am making or answering.

I know not everyone uses she/her for Zimelu or Ze/Mer for Sayu, and I respect that. Honestly if you see my tags for any Sayu post, I explicitly don't use pronouns at all because I personally use Ze/Mer while others might just use She/Her. But that's the thing, I am being respectful of other people's ideas and headcanons.

I can see if I was going into other people's blogs or images and forcing my pronoun/queer/any kind of headcanon on a character, but I'm not. I am literally in my own bubble ASKING people to be polite and use the pronouns I use for my specific version of a character.

I won't be mad if someone uses he/him for Zimelu or she/her for Sayu, but it makes me happy when someone uses the pronouns I specifically use for that character.

Plus, another thing is that most of the pronoun headcanons I get, are from other people and asks. Before I showed any interest in Spidervers on my blog, I saw Hobie and Noir as using he/him pronouns, and it's only from people sending in their own headcanons that I also adopted the they/them Noir and it/they Hobie headcanons. So those aren't even really mine.

Literally this is tumblr. If you like something on here it doesn't go to your followers, and I barely tag my asks/headcanon posts as the main tag for a fandom, so that means you are either a follower of mine or you follow someone who reblogs from me. So those are the only reason I am on your dash. If you don't like it, then you can block me or block my tags (#eritlalks, #spidertalk, #nsrtalk, stuff like that).

Otherwise, I am not going to just stop showing queer content (or any diverse content) just because you personally don't want to see it. This isn't twitter, tiktok, or instagram where random people show up on your dash/feed and show you something you don't want to see.

If you are really upset with me "shoving my ideas down your throat" grow up and block me. I'm not going to block you because frankly I find your comments funny, but also because I don't see a need to.

Plus, honestly I like to keep asks that I don't intend to answer. I have a ton that I know I will never answer (mainly because they squick me out or something like that) that I don't delete because I like to keep an archive. Which is why I am not personally gonna block you, because I am pretty sure that will delete your asks, and I want to keep those for fun (me and my friends and family have talked mad shit about you lol).

So yeah. either block me yourself or get used to seeing my content. Those are really your only options because I am not going to stop being in my own little bubble and making content the way I want to make content.

I don't care if you use one set of pronouns for a character while I use another. If you send in an ask about Sayu using she/her or Peni using she/her, I'm gonna use the pronouns you use. But personally, I will use the pronouns I use (Sayu=Ze/Mer, Peni=Kit/She) when talking about characters because I can. This is MY space. MY blog.

I am basically screaming into the void and if you happen to be in earshot then either cover your ears or walk out of my range so you don't hear me. Those are your options.

[mbrainspaz]

I posted 3,907 times in 2022

That's 1,137 more posts than 2021!

565 posts created (14%)

3,342 posts reblogged (86%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@mbrainspaz (I feel called out.)

@b1y7h3shifter

@dkpsyhog

@geeneelee

@curlsabroad

I tagged 2,865 of my posts in 2022

Only 27% of my posts had no tags

#tiktok - 154 posts

#funny video - 131 posts

#personal problems - 112 posts

#life of a texan peasant - 91 posts

#funny story - 78 posts

#funny post - 77 posts

#us politics - 75 posts

#gifs - 68 posts

#writer problems - 63 posts

#lmao - 62 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#i will continue to enjoy my trash entertainment where everybody comes back to life and nothing makes sense and villains are inexplicably ho

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Can people change?

Yes

Can you change them?

Nope!

85 notes - Posted June 27, 2022

#4

I keep coming back lately to how f*cked up it was that my dad never let me mess anything up. Oh no, don’t climb out the window and sit on the roof--you’ll damage the shingles. So I put out beach towels and was extra careful, and he still got mad. Some of my best childhood memories were sitting out on that roof with my brother or my friends. Man f*ck the shingles. We sold that house a year later anyway. I waited years for him to fix the toilet paper roll holder in an upstairs bathroom--then one day just broke down and fixed it myself. It took me 5 minutes. And he was mad because I didn’t use the right kind of screws. F*ck the right screws. It looked perfect and it worked just fine, at least until I moved out. Now I’ve been out here living with a bunch of rogue ranchers and old engineers and it’s given me a whole new perspective on life. The first day I moved onto this ranch the owner got out an electric saw and cut a hole straight through a sewer pipe. I nearly panicked! Like--YOU CAN JUST DO THAT?!?! Just break something?! It was a horrible job! But BAM--it was done! And that sh*t changed my whole worldview. Last week I helped remodel a bridge with some spare logs and a pickaxe. I’ve sawed open the roof of my house and glued it back together. I’ve torn wall fixtures off and burned them in a bonfire. 

GO AHEAD! BREAK IT. Wear down the shingles. Cut holes through the wall. Get mud on the sofa. Put stickers on your car. Break the world around you just a little instead of living in fear of losing resale value you rarely get back anyway. It’ll be fine. 

198 notes - Posted April 7, 2022

#3

How much did I want a horse?

A totally sane amount. 🫣

406 notes - Posted September 1, 2022

#2

have I mentioned how hilarious it is to me when people ask me about my gender and I tell them I'm non-binary and they go "well I don't believe in all that." Cool beans pal. And I don't give a f*ck about your beliefs. Have a nice day. 😂

448 notes - Posted June 16, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

mom: It’s so crazy it’s like everyone around me is getting covid.

me: that’s why it’s spiking, mom.

mom: no like your dad was saying I’m the carrier, haha. 

me: Well you might be. You were sick over christmas and everyone else had it after. [and I begged you to wear a mask but you went around kissing everybody instead]

mom: But my symptoms were really mild and allergy meds made mine go away.

me: allergy meds can treat symptoms. My regular ones have helped with covid too.

mom: huh. But your dad’s symptoms are totally different. He’s got a fever and he’s been throwing up. It’s really bad. Same with our friend from church. 

me: Were they vaccinated?

mom: no. 

me: THAT’S WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU’RE NOT VACCINATED.

mom: But your dad already had covid before the pandemic. 

me: IT’S A DIFFERENT STRAIN MOM. PEOPLE CAN GET COVID MULTIPLE TIMES MOM. THAT’S WHAT THE VACCINE IS FOR MOM. THAT’S WHAT I’VE BEEN TELLING Y’ALL FOR TWO YEARS MOM.

mom: Well...

675 notes - Posted January 16, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

[kagetsukai]

I posted 541 times in 2022

13 posts created (2%)

528 posts reblogged (98%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@jellydishes

@feralgoblintea

@heroofshield

@mapplestrudel

@out-of-the-embers

I tagged 473 of my posts in 2022

Only 13% of my posts had no tags

#avenue queue - 425 posts

#dragon age - 65 posts

#art rec - 58 posts

#da:i - 37 posts

#signal boost - 32 posts

#i'm wheezing - 32 posts

#cullen rutherford - 28 posts

#commander handsome - 26 posts

#humor - 22 posts

#love it - 15 posts

Longest Tag: 103 characters

#every other flavor of white person i know (in europe) would rather die than have their guests be hungry

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Someone just tried to “shame” me for reblogging a hospital color theory post

Sir, we’re both on Tumblr in the year of our lord Beyonce 2022 and YOU are calling ME out for being cringe? Baby, that ship has sailed a LONG time ago. Get with the program. We’re all cringe here, but you in particular. Have a nice day 😘

6 notes - Posted April 16, 2022

#4

Well... I guess I’m middle-aged now.

7 notes - Posted June 22, 2022

#3

The reason it’s hard for me to be a person who is positive about the future is because anytime my life starts looking up and maybe things start falling into place, something huge and negative shows up and knocks me the fuck down. I always have, and continue to, merely keep my head above water.

7 notes - Posted March 30, 2022

#2

End of the year writing round up

I was tagged by @barbex​ and @roguelioness​

Overview: This year I mostly stepped away from writing for Dragon Age after a series of unfortunate events that made me bitter about the fandom. I kind of started writing a fic for The Wayhaven Chronicles, but the story uses so little of canon that it might as well be an original at this point. That being said, I did write a fair bit of it and I’m quite proud.

As you can see, I wrote 72K words last year and I am thrilled, because it’s the most I’ve written in one year, ever - by about 20k words. As a bonus, here’s the percentages of how often I wrote in the last year. It’s not great, but it sure is better than 2020. Go me!

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9 notes - Posted January 1, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

This was supposed to be a time of excitement and hope for the future. Instead, it’s become a nightmare.

About three weeks ago I finally made the decision to separate from the man I was living with. After several years of living like casual roommates, he was still blindsided when I told him I wanted to move out away from him, as if our relationship hadn’t been the worst joke in existence. Alas, after some sulking and some FB dramatics on his part, I was excited to move on. I was looking at new places to move into.

And then I found out my mother had a serious fall and had cracked her head enough to not be able to speak for a day. This stubborn woman had *refused* to go get it checked out and it wasn’t before I yelled at her that she chose to go get tested. It wasn’t until the day after that I found she had been admitted to the hospital. It wasn’t until the day after that I got the worse news of my entire life.

My mom has brain cancer.

The doctors are convinced that based on imaging they’ve done, the cancer had come from a different part of her body, but before they could give her all the testing to find out, she refused treatment, refused further testing, and went home. She hasn’t worked since the hospital stay and has been struggling to pick up things, or take care of basic needs.

I am still in shock, tbh, but I’m not afforded the luxury of processing my own emotions because suddenly she’s deteriorating at an exceeding pace and it looks like she might not have a lot of time.

In the meantime, I was approved for a wonderful one-bedroom apartment that looks absolutely *lovely*, but it’s incredibly hard to celebrate this new chapter of my life when it looks like I’m going to have yet another reason to hate my June birthday.

I don’t think I can explain more. All I can think about is the dry details, the information, the things that require logical parsing of what’s going on, because the moment I think about what I feel, I’m both numb AND like I’m about to break. None of it feels real, all while it’s way TOO real.

11 notes - Posted April 3, 2022

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[look-at-the-soul]

Hi! It's gossip girl!!❤️❤️ I'm glad your finally free!!! Tumblr really needs to get its life together!! Also happy late birthday!! I was gone for a bit and saw all the stuff about it a bit late but I hope you had a a amazing birthday!!❤️❤️❤️ 

And lol😂 I usually do remember sunscreen but this time me and my friends left a bit late and I didn't grab it😂 but after about a week of aloe Vera it's back to normal😂 And yeah I'm glad watching the pups went well!! Pups ARE the best! They are always so funny and cuddly!

And it's totally alright!! You didn't keep me waiting at all! You're always totally good with the time between!! It's never too long anyway!! And I did actually make more progress on some of my WIPs so that's good! I about doubled the word count of the Micheal story I've been working on for a bit but it's still not done😂 But the idea I'm actually the closest to completes is a random Bob x reader from Top Gun that's been stuck in my head and I wanted to finally write out even though I've only done Peaky stuff up to now😂 I did also kinda give in and end up making a mini second account to post random stuff and try to get back to interacting more, but it's still mainly me putting out small things and hiding again😂 

And for who I'm trying to get idk😂 maybe all the spam/p*rn bots that seem to be showing up in my tags😂 Tumblr bans the innocent but does nothing to stop those it seems🥲

And OH NO! That's would be terrible and scary to lose that many files and such😭😭 I hope your boss back then was able to  take responsibility for it though and didn't like blame you for his mistake! I've heard horror stories of that happening before! I'm sorry you had to restart it from the last save😭 I'm still at the point where I save and save as every now and then but for the most part I only have one copy:/. It'll probably screw me over done day though😂

And I love the idea of your Mary Poppins bag! I have something similar in my car!! It's got all the stuff I need incase I'm out and don't have it and too far from my dorm! My other bags are usually just a full but only contain multiple fidget objects or random items and pens I've found 😂 which surprisingly my random objects have come in handy at times so I can justify keeping them😂

And I'm not actually sure how the one of tests went😂 my teacher still hasn't given back the grade! He was supposed to and then my school closes down for the tropical storm again (which basically ended up missing our area so we're good) and we didn't have class that day!😂 But my other test went well and I got and A on it! So i did bit of a longer break due to the storm but I still can't wait for thanksgiving break in like a week😂 And I guess it was good that your plans to study elsewhere didn't move right before the pandemic! I can imagine how stressful that would have been! Maybe if you wanted to if would be better now, I guess the world has somewhat settled down a bit (in some degrees...)  I'm glad your week was good! I hope you got some good rest too and got around what needed to be❤️❤️

As always it was fun to interact with you❤️❤️ Lots of love! Xoxo!

Hi GG!!!

It’s good to be back!!! See @ staff? I didn’t do anything wrong 😇 I just post smut from time to time… 🙈 🥳 thank you sm for your kind wishes darling! I did ☺️💕 it was lovely to get all that love in here you know?

Oh no!!! Hope you got some nice tan at least? I gave up years ago, I looked like a sick ghost at 10 yo, will look like a sick wrinkled ghost at 84 yo so I don’t even try to get a nice color anymore 🤷🏻‍♀️ Oh I just LOVE dogs, have you seen those pup videos from car to car stopping over just to say hiiiii? I’m that kind of person 🤣🐶

I’m so glad because let me tell you a secret, sometimes I feel bad for not answering sooner! But between work, my 🐶🐶, writing, reading, etc sometimes I think I did something only to realize I did it only but in my mind, and when I look back, boom it’s been 5 days since I got the message. Sooooo you’re a Michael fan, what are your thoughts about that end? I’m happy to hear that you are working on your stories!!

I’m terrible at Top Gun stories (I hope I don’t disappoint you, but I never saw the movies 🙈🙊) but either way, it’s so so good to hear you’re getting inspiration, I hope you write this one!! ☺️ @ zablife writes TG stories, if you haven’t seen that account, I highly recommend. Ohhh how come you have a second account and I don’t even know about the first one??? 😋 don’t worry if you want to keep under the anon profile it’s all good!

You’re right, sometimes with the new tags content I get post promoted and I’m like tf? 😳 at something really explicit, and some friends got posts deleted over nothing, guess they are part of us sadly…

Haha I wish! No, I had to keep working on from where the file froze… luckily by then I had mastered the formulas, it’s alright, stuff like that happens and since then, I learned to not let my boss work around my excel 🤪 and make like 3 copies just in case he came to mess it up. Oh well if so far you’ve made it, it’s all good 😉

I recently added a small hair brush (travel size) to my bag, and a little “tide to go” for you know food accidents 🤣 soon I will need a bigger bag if I keep adding things. But yes, it’s so useful when you need something, specially a student like you, bet you have lots and lots of things for your notes 😊

How did the test go? I hope that by now you got a good grade back! Oh no, everything good with the tropical storm? Hopefully it didn’t leave lots of damage, and yay!!!! Congratulations for that A! ✨👏🏻👏🏻 Well done! Happy (belated) thanksgiving!!! Did you go back home for the holiday? Are you buying something from the crazy sales? The stores were so full last week!

Yeah, because I was planning to quit my job and just go to Boston 😂 life: sure haha now I have chickened out to be honest, I’m thinking I don’t know of different plans now like getting my own place, so maybe something online would be more fitting… who knows? 🤷🏻‍♀️ With everything that happened I decided to try to not make lots of plans (of course not getting on the irresponsible side either). Thank you it was 🤗 Hope you week was good and your weekend is even better!

Thanks for the chat! It’s lovely to ‘see’ you here 💙 sending back lots and lots of love your way! Ps don’t forget your sunscreen 😉 xx

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hm. rambling about smth personal for a bit bc i need it to be down in words. long post under the readmore

so i know my reactions can come across a little. dramatic sometimes. particularly when reading (angst) fic. but during the reading - and often, writing comments bc i tend to do that while reading - i am experiencing the same amount of emotional response im trying to convey in words. the character having a panic attack makes my own breaths speed up to the point where i have to take a break for bit. grief feels hollow, like a stone on my chest and numbness in legs. joy - fluff - sappy gooey stories makes me flap my hands and pace back and forth for a while bc i need to get rid off the excess energy. one time i read a fic that was considered to be mediocre but nice i guess by the people who recced it to me but the general detachment and melancholy portrayed made me go through the rest of day with a fuzzy head.

is that normal? having a visceral reaction to even small bits of writing? i don’t know. i tend to mouth along with the dialogue of the pov character, gestures and all, and that feels like i put too much of myself into whatever pov im reading from. but i know this whole thing extends to outside of writing, that i can come across as too emotional and sensitive. got a response from someone recently about how i was so overly excitable and ‘could you tone it down, it’s not even that good lmao’ and i will admit that my immediate, instinctive response was to go fuck you?? partly out of anger at how the op was dismissing their own writing and partly bc. im not hurting anyone, i think. (did not actually reply to that btw, i just deleted my comment and then went and laid down on the floor for an hour.)

it put me off commenting and leaving long tags for a while bc i was worried about how it would look. am i being too hyper here and bothering people. is this too repetitive. i mostly interact in mcsrblr so its not really a problem there, i know these people. they know me and have seen the number of dumb stuff i do, over the past year. and yeah i felt and still feel pretty dumb about the tagging thing too bc its tumblr! its the site for being weird and ranting in tags.

idk. it’s not A Problem im just. aaaa. maybe im overreacting to this one too. left a bunch of comments one after the other on manda’s fics recently and she was  really nice and happy about it and that reminded me of why i initially started leaving semi-regular comments i guess.

and to clarify: im not saying people have to accommodate me, or anyone on this. if you dont want to deal with it then obviously you have the tools necessary for you to block people and such or not interact at all.

there’s no real solution to it i think. im not even sure if it’s a problem in the first place but it’s just been bothering me for a while. incredibly embarrassed to post this but i need to get it out before it starts poisoning the rest of me so here we go

[yan-senna]

Mysterious Husband (SS)

By yan-senna

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Introduction:

This one shot contains Severus Snape x professor! reader. I only own Y/N who is about 31 years old.

This is a request from @acupnoodle here on Tumblr. Thank you for your request!

During one of her lessons, Professor Y/N Y/L/N’s students ask about her time at Hogwarts when she was a student. As they notice her wedding ring, four students make it their mission to find out who her mysterious husband is.

I hope you enjoy!

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Word count: 1.2k

Published: 11/30/2021

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It’s Monday and a day just like any other. Y/N Y/L/N, the History of Magic teacher at Hogwarts, walks towards her classroom to teach the third-years.

Professor Binns, who used to teach her subject, decided to finally retire right before the summer. Which was why Dumbledore had to find a replacement.

That was no difficult task - Y/N was a bright student when she went to Hogwarts herself, and she knows a lot about the subject. It simply had to be her.

The students adore her - they actually seem to learn something now that the teacher isn’t a boring, old ghost.

Severus Snape, the Potions Master, was surprised to hear of his new colleague - not just because of the fact that there was a new addition to the staff, but mainly because of the fact that he knows the woman very well - his wife.

That’s right, Severus Tobias Snape is married.

But it’s a secret - the only ones who know besides themselves are Headmaster Dumbledore and Minerva McGonagall.

They thought it was best if the students didn’t know, which is why Y/N is using her maiden name - two Professor Snapes would just be confusing, right?

Besides, they probably wouldn’t believe them anyway. Y/N is kind and patient, while Severus is rather mean and has a bad temper, plus he only expects perfection.

Oh, and he loves to take house points from anyone who isn’t in Slytherin, it seems.

How could these two opposites be married?

Back to Y/N, she opens the door to the classroom and greets the students.

“Hello, students. I hope your Monday has been great so far. Have a seat and let’s start the lesson” she states as she gives the students a friendly smile.

She then sits down at her desk and starts the lesson.

Forty-five minutes later, Y/N notices that the lesson about witch hunts is taking a toll on some of the students. She decides to give them a small break.

“Why don’t we take a fifteen-minute break?” she suggests. All the students immediately nod in agreement.

As she sits back in her chair in a more relaxing position, one of the students raises their hand.

“Yes, Mr. Potter?” she asks as she smiles at the Gryffindor boy.

“I have always been wondering, Professor Y/L/N - what was your time at Hogwarts like?” the boy asks her curiously.

That seems to catch everybody’s attention as they all look at their professor, intrigued.

Y/N chuckles. “Well, it was a fun time. I was in Slytherin and I was a Head Girl. I was a Prefect, too. I had a lot of responsibilities, but it was definitely worth it” she says, thinking back to her time as a student.

All the students look surprised - Professor Y/L/N is a Slytherin?

“Bloody hell, how is she in Slytherin? She’s too nice!” Ron Weasley whispers to his friends.

Neville Longbottom nods. “Yeah, I honestly thought that she was a Hufflepuff” the boy says, agreeing with him.

Another student raises their hand as well.

“Yes, Ms. Granger?” Y/N asks, giving the Gryffindor girl a smile.

“Did you go to Hogwarts with any of the other teachers, Professor Y/L/N?” the girl asks, looking curious.

Y/N nods. “I did. In fact, I was in the same year as Professor Snape. He and I were friends” she says, smiling at the thought of her and her husband sitting next to each other during all the lessons.

The students were surprised before, but now they are absolutely bewildered.

“Snape had friends?” Weasley asks, looking puzzled.

As Y/N hears that, she can’t help but laugh. “Yes, Mr. Weasley, Professor Snape did indeed have friends. We were best friends, actually” she explains.

Suddenly, she notices the time.

“Merlin, how long did we talk for? Class is dismissed!” she exclaims.

Cheering, all the students rise up from their seats and leave.

Unbeknownst to Y/N, she had forgotten to take her wedding ring off. And it did not go unnoticed.

“Did you notice that Professor Y/L/N wore a wedding ring? I wonder who she’s married to” Harry Potter questions his friends.

“Yeah, I did. She’s probably married to Lockhart. Poor her” Weasley says, shuddering at the thought.

So does Potter. “Honestly, Ron, I don’t think so. She’s probably married to Lupin. They are both really nice people” he says.

Hermione Granger rolls her eyes. “If you ask me, it’s pretty obvious who her husband is-” she points out.

Before she can say who she thinks is the mysterious husband, somebody suddenly decides to join their conversation.

“Nobody cares what you think, Mudblood. Professor Y/L/N is obviously not married to any of the other professors. Surely, we would have known then. I think she’s married to a rich, Pureblood Slytherin man. Probably someone my father knows” Draco Malfoy says.

The three Gryffindors groan. “Yeah, right! And I’m actually richer than you!” Weasley says sarcastically.

Malfoy glares at him. “You don’t believe me, huh? Why don’t we find out, then?” he suggests.

Potter raises an eyebrow. “What do you mean, Malfoy? By spying on her?” he asks, confused.

Malfoy smirks. “That’s exactly what I mean, Potter” he states.

Later that day, all classes are over. Y/N walks towards her private chambers - the ones she shares with her husband in the dungeons.

As she approaches, she decides to knock first in case he’s busy with something and doesn’t wish to be disturbed.

She however doesn’t notice four students spying on her.

“What is she doing outside Snape’s private chambers?” Potter asks, puzzled.

Malfoy sighs in irritation. “She probably needs a potion against a headache or something. Now shut up and listen, Potter!” he warns.

The door then opens to reveal Severus.

“I was getting worried, what took you so long?” he asks in a concerned voice.

“Wait a minute… Do you think she’s having an affair with Snape?” Potter whispers.

“Shut up, Potter!” Malfoy whisper-yells.

Y/N gives her husband a sad smile. “I’m sorry, love, I was in the library. I found a book you might find interesting” she says as she hands him the book.

He hums. “Thank you, darling” he says.

The students look bewildered. Love? DARLING? What in Merlin’s name is going on?

“Why don’t you come in, my darling wife? I have made some tea for us” he says as he steps aside for her to enter.

She smiles at him. “Of course, my dear husband” she says as she enters.

She barely gets to set a foot inside before he attacks her with kisses.

“Sev!” she squeals as she giggles.

Smirking, Severus closes the door without noticing the four students outside their door looking like they have just seen a ghost. Or well, something very unusual.

“Bloody hell, she’s married to Snape?!” Weasley exclaims.

Granger gives a satisfied smile. “I had a hunch. It seems like none of you boys won” she states.

The three boys huff. Stupid know-it-all.

Meanwhile inside the private chambers, Severus is still kissing his wife as he notices the ring on her finger.

“Love, you forgot to take it off this morning” he says, gesturing to the ring.

Y/N widens her eyes. She then chuckles. “Well, I guess it’s no longer a secret, my mysterious husband” she says playfully.

He chuckles as well. “It appears so, Mrs. Snape” he says in an amused tone.

They then continue kissing, not caring about what people will say the next morning.

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Author’s note:

If you liked this, then you might also like Flirtation and Jealousy (SS, LM, NM)!

The next one shot is “Your Cousin Never Forgot You” (SS, LM *crossover between HP and ATLA*) while the next HP one shot is “Stuck under the Mistletoe” (SS).

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[simizzy-writes]

almost friendship

|| Pairing: AGED UP!Aomine Daiki x GN!Reader

|| Warnings: 13+. language.

College AU. You and Aomine have an interesting dynamic in the beginning. Almost like a weird sort of friendship. Enjoy✨ 

(had to re-post this because it wasn’t showing up in the tags. yay. thanks tumblr, very cool.)

For anyone who hasn’t worked in some form of customer service, here’s a fact: you’re an underpaid actor. You must smile, speak politely, and cater to the customer’s whim, et cetera et cetera. You pretend like it’s your life’s passion for barely above minimum wage. It’s not hard, but every now and then there’s that one person that just makes you want to scream.

Aomine Daiki was that person.

It was Monday, goddamnit. Why must your week start off like this?

You stood at the street corner diagonal to the coffee shop where you worked. It was small, quaint and free from corporate oversight. The owner was your neighbor, and when they offered you a job to help pay for your university tuition you accepted. They allowed you flexibility, and you gave them loyalty in return. Besides, it was close to the university campus, so it made sense to accept.

Anyways, where were you? Ah. Right. It was Monday, and waiting ever so patiently in front of the coffee shop was that blue-haired, cocky, arrogant -

“Yo, are you goin’ to open this place up or what?” Aomine called out.

“Prick,” you muttered. The sun wasn’t even up yet, why was he even awake at this hour? To annoy you, probably. He was like that. Honestly, if you really had to dig deep, Aomine wasn’t that bad. His company was nice sometimes, but why he fixated on you when you thought you had come across as nothing but a bitch towards him was beyond your understanding. You distinctly remember writing his name as Aho-mine on his order the first time you met because he was acting like a jerk. Maybe he liked the whole ‘edgy and indifferent barista’ vibes you put out, because Aomine seemed to make it a point to come by and irk you in some fashion during your shifts. And if you had to really do some soul searching, you could even admit that you liked it. There were worse things. Like having to work full-time to put yourself through college. Yay.

The shop keys jingled in your hands as you approached the shop, any hope of a peaceful shift opening getting thrown out the window. Aomine would follow you in, pester you with some sort of conversational topic, order the same thing, then leave once it started to get busy. On the surface it sounded just fine, and honestly it most likely was, but you weren’t a morning person. You liked routine, and a major part of that routine was the sound of silence. To his credit, he never seemed to be bothered with your robotic single-syllable replies, so there was that, at least.

You opened the employee entrance door, pulling it open and allowing Aomine to follow in after you. You sighed, unzipping your jacket and hanging it up on the employee coat rack. From behind you, a chair scraped across the tiled floor and you heard him yawn.

“Man, how can you handle getting up this early?” he mumbled as he sat down, chest pressed against the back of the chair and his long legs stretching out in front of him.

“Money,” you replied. “I like having a paycheck. Why are you up so early? You never bug me this early.”

He shrugged, blue eyes following you around the shop. “Couldn’t sleep. Went out to shoot some hoops, and now I’m here.”

You hummed in acknowledgement. “Why couldn’t you sleep?”

Another shrug. “Don’t know.”

That was a lie. He knew, he definitely knew. More or less, anyways. Aomine tossed and turned for most of the night. His body was agitated and restless. He was anxious for something, but he didn't understand what. It certainly wasn't related to his college classes, or the upcoming basketball game he was going to be in. His mind was racing but he couldn't focus on anything. After getting sick and tired of waiting for sleep to hit, he got up well before dawn, and decided to go shoot some hoops alone. Aomine worked up a sweat doing it, too, as if sweating out his anxiety was going to enlighten him on what was subconsciously bothering him. It partially did, but eventually he decided to change tactics. He would go by your coffee shop and wait for you to show up for your shift. Through his excellent powers of observation (which meant that he made a lucky guess) he knew that you preferred to work opening shifts so that you could go to your classes in the afternoon. You weren’t a morning person and he wasn’t either, but his classes were in the morning, and he admittedly liked starting his day off with you. Well, he mostly just watched you get the shop ready for the day, counting money for the registers, setting up the table and chairs, getting pots of coffee and tea ready for the morning rush…You had your routine down to a science, and he liked being able to watch you work with such efficiency. Eventually, Aomine came to appreciate the little details about you. You’d bite your lip as you counted money, close certain drawers with your hip, the way you knew this needed to be done that way…The way you made your own drink every morning and how you prepared for the morning regulars knowing that this guy liked this in his drink but the woman after him would have it that way…

What he enjoyed the most, though, was how you paid attention. Yes, you weren’t much of a sparkling conversationalist in the morning - he wasn’t either, let’s be honest - but you did listen. Aomine would joke around sometimes, pestering you and disrupting your routine just enough to annoy you but not kick him out. Sometimes he sat in silence, or sometimes he’d talk about basketball and his experiences playing in high school with his friends and what it was like playing on a college team. When he’d think you weren’t paying attention you would surprise him with a specific question or comment that proved otherwise. It reminded him of his friendship with Momoi on a basic level. He and Momoi had been friends since forever and he could talk to her about everything. She was comfortable and understood him and that’s what made her such a great friend. You were like that to some degree, but it went a little beyond comfort and understanding. You didn’t have any ties to him, no history or any association beyond this odd before-opening interaction. Was it a kind of anonymity? Like Aomine could pour out his insecurities to you and just know  that you would simultaneously care but not enough to go gossip about it? Ugh, he hated this kind of crap. It would be easier if his feelings were as simple as ‘yeah, I want to fuck you’ instead of…whatever this was.

“Banana milk.”

“Huh?”

You stood in front of him with an outstretched hand holding a carton of banana milk. Clearly you disrupted his train of thought, so with a teasing tone you repeat yourself. “Banana milk for the big, strong boy.”

He huffed and swiped it from your hand. “Yeah, yeah, talk shit all that you want. Shit’s good, okay?”

You nodded dutifully. “Oh, I don’t doubt it. Probably puts hair on your chest better than anything else in the world.”

“I can take my shirt off and we can find out,” he said with a smirk.

“If you need me to help you figure out if you have any chest hair or not it’s probably safe to assume that you don’t have any.”

He laughed, and it dawned on you that it was the first time that you heard Aomine laugh. It was pleasant, deep and warm. Like the way a hot cup of tea feels in your hands. You smiled and enjoyed the pleasure of hearing it.

There was a pause and empty air pressed between the two of you. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but it was tentative, like something needed to be said but neither of you knew what to say. Thankfully, Aomine broke first.

“Hey, so…” he began, only trailing off when he noticed your attention was completely on him for a change. It made him feel nervous, which was new, but he continued. “I’ve got a game coming up. If you aren’t doing anything, you should come check it out.”

You tilted your head to the side in mock consideration. “I mean, I could try to squeeze you into my schedule…”

Aomine scoffed. “All you do is work and go to class. Have some fun for once.”

“Bold of you to assume that I will have fun,” you challenged.

“Oh, you will,” he assured you. “Every game I’m in is worth watching.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re so humble, Aho-mine.”

With flourish, Aomine swung his arms out to either side and grinned. “I’m the entire package. Humble and talented.”

And hot, you thought to yourself, but he didn’t need to know that. “Right, right. Sure.”

Before another pause settled in the air, he spoke up again but his tone was sincere. “I’d like it if you came and watched the game.”

His honesty was surprising, but you were touched that Aomine was actually being sincere with expressing that he really did want you to be there. Could this be a true step towards a friendship with Aomine Daiki?! Wild.

“Okay,” you replied. “I’ll be there.”