#that way im not starting something and never finishing it...

[kaitoru]

𓂃 kento x pregnant!reader

the first time your husband got serious mad at you was him cathing you carrying heavy things

kento’s at the grocery store, picking up ingredients for dinner—he’s been insistent on cooking lately, fussing over your nutrition like it’s his mission, you’re supposed to be resting, per his strict orders, but the nursery’s half finished, and the clutter’s driving you nuts.

a box of baby clothes sits by the door heavy with donations from friends, and you figure you can handle it, just one box, up the stairs, no big deal, you’re pregnant, not helpless.

you’re halfway up arms straining, the box wobbling, when the front door opens. “i’m back.” nanami calls but it cuts off sharp when he sees you, the grocery bags hit the floor with a thud and he’s at the stairs in two strides, his face a mask of disbelief.

“what the hell are you doing?” he snaps, his voice low, edged with something you’ve never heard.

you freeze, the box slipping, and he’s there, taking it from you, his hands firm but careful, setting it down with a heavy thump. “kento—” you start but he cuts you off, his voice rising, still controlled but trembling with restraint. “are you trying to hurt yourself?” he says, his words sharp, each one a blade.

“or the baby? because that’s what you’re doing, carrying this—this—up the damn stairs when i told you to rest.” he gestures at the box, his jaw clenched, his hands flexing like he’s holding back from shaking you or the world.

“im fine.” you say, defensive, stepping back, your hand on the railing. “It’s just a box, kento, im not fragile.” your voice is steady, but your heart’s racing, startled by his intensity, the way he’s looking at you like you’ve betrayed him.

“not fragile?” he repeats, his voice dropping. “you’re six months pregnant, and you’re hauling heavy shit like it’s nothing. do you have any idea what could happen? a fall? strain? you think im out here buying groceries for fun while you risk—” he stops, exhaling hard, running a hand through his hair, his composure cracking.

“you’re not fine. you’re reckless.” the word stings, and you bristle, your own anger flaring. “reckless?” you say, your voice rising. “im trying to help, kento. i can’t just sit around doing nothing while you treat me like im made of glass. im pregnant, not useless.”

his eyes narrow, and he steps closer, his presence towering, not threatening but overwhelming. “im not treating you like glass.” he says, his voice low, tight. “im trying to keep you safe, you and our kid. you think i want to come home and find you hurt? or worse?” his voice cracks on the last word, and you see it—the fear behind the anger, the way his hands tremble, the way he’s holding himself together.

you soften, your anger faltering, but you’re still stubborn, crossing your arms. “i didn’t think it was a big deal..” you say, quieter, looking away, your hand resting on your belly.

“i just… i wanted to do something.” nanami exhales, long and shaky, his shoulders sagging, and he steps closer, his voice dropping to a murmur. “its a big deal to me.” he says, his hand hovering near your arm, hesitant, like he’s not sure you’ll let him touch you.

“don’t do that to me again. please.” his forehead presses to yours, his breath warm, unsteady, and you feel the weight of his fear, his love, in that simple touch.

[feelfreetopleasemexo]

WAIT. WAIT. GET THIS.

Katsuki who has crazy mommy issues x laid back and non judgemental reader who he accidentally calls "mommy" because of how comfortable and safe he feels with her.

He doesn't realise it, but subconsciously, he feels like reader gives him all the soft love, connection and understanding his mother never gave him all his life and one random day while they're hanging out in her room or something, when he goes to adress her he almost slips up calling her "Oi Mom——! OH FUCK— I MEAN-" but then reader being very laid back and non judgemental assures him she do not give a fuck and thinks it's super cute he sees her that way

you can totally make this into a smut where he finds out he has a mommy kink and reader tells him its okay and whatever😝

Anyway your writing is so fire and you're super pretty too LOVE YA💋🩷

Oh my fuck, yes i actually love this!! And thank you so much, means the absolute world to me! 😭🥰

A simple slip of the tongue.

What people see when they look at Katsuki:

-standoffish

-asshole

-loud mouth

-brutal

-aggressive

What you see when you look at him:

-passionate

-fiercely loyal

-protective

-honest

-god damn Adonis

It’s one of the many reasons why you work so well together as a couple, where others see his rough exterior, you see the reasons behind it. When it’s just you two he can let his guard down a little, which means you get much more of an insight into his actual personality, quips, troubles and all. Katsuki didnt have the worst childhood in your friendship group, but that doesn’t negate the fact that his mother didnt exactly show him the softest forms of love. Dont get me wrong, she tried her best in the way she knew how, but just because someone punches you in the face as their way of saying they love you, doesn’t mean it still doesn’t hurt like fuck still.

When katsuki got drunk, he got more honest with you, which is the only reason you knew so much about his home life to begin with. It started off with tiny remarks, youd cuddle him into your chest and play with his hair, and hed let out tiny moans and almost inaudible ‘I never got this as a kid’ confessions. First hed get embarrassed that they’d slip out, jump away from you and scorn, but when he saw that every time he’d confess something youd smooth him back to your chest and continue, completely unfazed, the easier it became to open up. He’d never tell you out right , but it was the number one reason he loved you, close second being your deliciously plump ass, he knew that no matter what he threw at you, youd accept him, comfort him, and above all else, love him.

You were in the kitchen, fixing yourself some tea and him some disgustingly spicy noodles which hed demanded he needed after that torturous lecture from Aizawa, when all of a sudden your phone rang. Mina was calling you, hounding you for the notes from the lecture as she definitely had not fall asleep half way through, and definitely did not miss every single thing that Aizawa was talking about. You rolled your eyes as you humoured her, detailing all the important topics that everyone else had managed to write down, when Katsuki began to call for you.

“BABE! Are those noodles done yet? IM DYING IN HERE!….BABE?! Oi! MOM….fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck fuck fuck.” The simple slip of the tongue made your heart hitch in your throat, luckily Mina hadn’t heard it and was continuing to trail on about how none of the topics made sense, and how she was sure that she was going to fail the class. You laughed slightly to yourself, the warm familiar feeling rising in your chest which usually came from when Katsuki would drunkenly confess, only this time he was stone cold sober, and this definitely didnt mean to come out. You carried on the conversation with Mina, wrapping it up as Katsuki sheepishly peered his head around the corner of the door. You didn’t even look at him, when you finished with Mina and hung your phone up, you waltzed back over to the noodles and continued stirring them. He stared at you for what felt like an eternity, your body almost moving in slow motion as he gauged whether youd heard him screaming like a banshee or not. He watched your hips sway, you voice hum gently and your hair trailing down the sides of your back.

When the food was ready, you span around and jolted slightly at him peering at you from behind the wooden doorframe.

“Hey baby, sorry it took so long! Mina was kinda yapping so I had to help her out, but here! As spicy as I could physically mark them you mad man.” Your smile warmed the embarrassment in his chest, his shoulders still tense and his jaw as tight as ever, he grabbed the bowl from you with both hands and stared down at it.

“Oh yeah that’s cool, no er, no worries. I was just shouting to see if they were done i, I didn’t realise you were on the phone.”

His eyes stared at the noodles as if theyd personally offended him, ratted him out to you about his slip of the tongue. You kissed the side of his cheek and smiled up at him, causing his eyes to meet yours. Your smile was the sweetest, softest thing hed ever seen, and on more than one occasion was the reason for the confessions in the first place. You tilted your head and giggled softly at him, as he stared at you like a deer in headlights, an angry, embarrassed, fire wielding deer, but still. You walked past him with your tea in one hand, your other grazing gently over his bicep as you past him, sitting down and crossing your legs on your bed as if to invite him to sit infront of you. He walked over to you and perched on the end of the bed, facing you, with his shoulders still stiff, and his clenched jaw causing his cheek muscles to shake.

“I, er….I appreciate it. I appreciate you. Glad you didn’t hear what I said earlier…” his voice became soft, almost a whisper as he cherished the fact you were on the phone call. You stared down as you drank some of your tea, your eyes fixed on the swirls your breath created.

“I heard you. And I don’t care.” His eyes shot to yours, embarrassment and angry filling his face, he grasped the bowl so tightly it nearly scattered under his palms.

“You fucking heard me?! I didn’t mean it, shit, I just…” You leaned over, placing a delicately understanding kiss on his lips, rendering him speechless.

“Kats, I don’t give a shit. I call people mom or sis all the time, shit happens. Brains are weird and mouths are too… but I must say, yours is particularly weird when you do that thing with your tongue that i like.” He couldnt believe you didn’t care, he knew you were nonchalant and understanding but this? After all the times he’d complained to you about his mom, and then calling you her? What was wrong with you?! And what the hell did he do to deserve someone so kind, so understanding, so fucking nice. It baffled him that you seemed so unfazed, so much so that he missed the clear hint of flirting in your voice. You pressed another kiss to his lips, moving slightly closer to him.

“Thought it was kinda hot to be fair, you thinking of me like that. Do you want me to take care of you? Show you how much I love you, baby?” His cheeks became more flushed, his eyes widened at your blatant change in demeanour. Why did the thought of you getting off on him calling you mom cause such a tight feeling in his stomach? Why did you acting like you liked it make his trousers suddenly feel instantly tighter…He tried to shake it off, tried to reassure himself you were just being your usual understanding, kind self, but as soon as you set your drink down and sat yourself in his lap, he knew something was awakening in him.

“Oh fuck, why do you have to have the fucking mommy kink? Denki having it? That’s a no brainer, Deku? Yeah sounds about it, but you? God fuck baby girl, why did I have to pick such a perv?” His eyes softened as you giggled at him, throwing your head back and laughing, only to the bring your forehead to his as you cooed softly.

“Yeah baby, it’s me that has it. All me. Fuck it, I’ll take whatever you can’t right now, as long as it means you call me mommy again.”

[loxoels]

♡ binondo date with paige

a/n: hi guys! sorry for being inactive. here's a little fic for reaching a hundred followers <3 <3 thank you guys so much. all of you motivated me to write more. im really jealous of those who are having dates in binondo, so I just daydream about it instead. this is a filo au!!

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ever since summer started, you've been stuck in your condo, doing nothing but lying in bed. you’ve been craving something fun for a change.

now you’re back in bed again, glued to your phone, doomscrolling through random posts—until a TikTok catches your eye.

it’s a video of a couple on a date in Binondo, a place that’s been trending lately thanks to the newly restored Jones Bridge.

you pause and think, “It’d be nice to go there with someone…” but then the question hits you—with who?

you sit with that thought for a bit, and that’s when your best friend Paige walks in. you both wanted to go out somewhere, but neither of you ever found the time—so this felt like the perfect chance to finally ask. even though you’ve been close for a long time, you still get nervous about asking her out. why? because you’ve liked her ever since the day you met.

psst

binondo

g?

you nervously wait for a respond.

after a few minutes that felt like forever, you finally see the three little dots appear on the screen—she’s typing.

ok

when?

she simply replied.

tomorrow?

you replied.

ge

see you.

naka punta ka na ba dun?

'di pa, tol

ge ako na bahala pre

you didn’t bother replying anymore—instead, you buried your face into your pillow, screaming and kicking your feet, suddenly overwhelmed with giddy excitement for reasons you couldn’t quite explain.

you decided to put your phone down to calm your nerves. taking a deep breath, you got up and headed to the kitchen to make yourself some lunch. but just as you were about to open the fridge, you heard your phone start ringing from the other room.

you hurriedly go to the bedroom and answer it.

"hoy"

“ano? binondo? ano meron?”

“what about it?”

“porket wala kang ka-date, ako niyayaya mo”

“bakit? couples lang ba pwede pumunta dun?”

“I’ve been wanting to go too, actually.”

“oh tapos?”

“pero hindi ikaw yung kasama.”

“wow okay edi wag na tayo pumunta”

“eto joke lang eh”

you kept the phone pressed to your ear, her voice in the background as you made your way back to the kitchen. one hand grabbing ingredients, the other holding the phone, you smiled quietly to yourself.

eventually, you both got quieter—your voices softer, words slower. Until at some point, without saying goodbye, you both fell asleep. Still on the call. Still connected.

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the next morning, you suddenly wake up and glance at the time. you see that Paige ended the call, probably to get ready for today’s… date? Friendly date? Whatever you both want to call it.

after finishing your morning routine, you’re now rummaging through your room, trying to find an outfit that makes you look a little better than usual.

after hours of finding, you finally found an outfit you love. you immediately do your make up when paige messages you.

on the way na baby

paige always flirts like this—not just with you, but with everyone. that’s why loving her in secret is so painful. you never know when she’s being serious or just playing around, but maybe it’s your own fault for believing her, even though deep down you know it’s all just for fun.

you quickly spritz on your perfume and slip on your shoes.

now, all that’s left is to wait for her.

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After a few minutes, you finally hear a knock at your door. You rush to open it and there she is—wearing a short-sleeved polo over a white top, baggy jeans, and a cap turned backwards on her head.

she gives you a once-over, her eyes lingering just a second longer before a small grin forms on her lips. "looking good, baby," she says, casually.

you roll your eyes with a playful scoff—but inside, a swarm of butterflies flutters in your stomach.

“you look fine yourself…” you mumble, avoiding her gaze as you look away, a slight frown tugging at your lips.

she notices and lets out a soft giggle. “muntanga tara na, let’s go,” she says, nudging you gently as she leads you down to the lobby.

outside, you glance around, scanning the area—but there’s no car in sight.

“nasan kotse mo?” you ask, brows furrowed.

she shrugs casually. “baby, sa binondo tayo pupunta. sa tingin mo may parking dun?"

you’d had enough of her flirting, so you just started walking ahead.

“san ka pupunta? alam mo ba kung paano mag-commute dun?” she calls out, half-laughing.

you stop in your tracks and glance back at her. “of course. ano tingin mo sa’kin? tanga?” you say, rolling your eyes.

"sungit naman neto." she mutters with a chuckle as she walks up to join you.

the two of you start heading toward the corner of the street, side by side, to wait for the jeepney that’ll take you to binondo.

as soon as Paige spots a signage on a jeepney’s front window that says it’s headed to Quiapo, she quickly raises her hand to signal the driver to stop.

when the jeep halts, she hops in first, then offers you her hand to help you climb aboard. she guides you to sit at the far end of the jeep, making sure it’s just the two of you with no strangers nearby.

“libre mo muna pamasahe ko, pre,” she says casually, flashing you a grin. You roll your eyes but sigh, knowing you don’t really have a choice.

you dig through your purse, fingers scrambling for coins, then hand them over to her without a word.

“bayad po, pasuyo,” paige says as she passes the payment to the other passengers so it can reach the driver.

“san ‘to?” the driver asks.

“Quiapo lang, boss,” she replies smoothly.

then she turns to you with a playful wink. you raise a brow at her, giving her a confused and irritated look, unsure of what she’s up to this time.

while waiting for your stop, she glances at you with a soft smile. you meet her gaze with a blank expression, unamused.

she chuckles, then gently tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “wag ka na masyadong masungit, baka i-kiss kita diyan,” she teases out of nowhere.

you shoot her a disgusted look. “as if!” you snap, immediately turning to face the other way, hoping she doesn’t see the heat rising on your cheeks.

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“para po!” paige calls out to the driver.

the jeep slows to a stop. she hops down first, then reaches up to offer her hand to help you down—just like before.

the first thing the two of you do? food trip. you walk side by side through the busy streets, stopping at every stall that catches your eye, buying and trying everything you can—one bite after another, laughter and crumbs shared between you.

"oh wait lang wait lang" she suddenly says, stopping in her tracks.

you glance at her with a curious hum. before you can ask, she pulls out her film camera and starts recording—pointed straight at you.

caught off guard, you quickly cover your face, flustered. “stoppp,” you whine, turning away, but she keeps filming with a grin.

“tell them where we’re going, baby,” she says in a playful, almost sultry tone.

you stay quiet, refusing to entertain her antics, which only makes her laugh.

“may topak siya, guys,” she says to the camera, still giggling.

“I know what could cheer her up,” she says to the film camera with a smirk, walking over to a local tusok-tusok stand.

“pick whatever you want. ko na magbabayad,” she adds, already pulling out her wallet.

You give her a small frown. “you don’t have to. I have money,” you tell her honestly.

but she scoffs, waving you off. “binayaran mo na yung pamasahe ko, so let me treat you,” she insists.

you sigh but smile a little, letting her win this one.

she hands you a cup of your favorite street food, kwek-kwek. she finally earns your smile as you eat. she buys herself a cup as well, eating while filming you. you notice this and you look at the camera with the food in your hands with a big smile.

she hands you a cup of your favorite street food—kwek-kwek. the moment you take a bite, a genuine smile finally escapes your lips, and she catches it.

pleased, she buys a cup for herself too, munching on hers while still holding the camera up, filming you again.

you notice her this time, and instead of hiding, you look straight into the camera, holding your food with both hands and flashing her a big, playful smile.

after a few more minutes of happily eating, the two of you continue your adventure—still centered around, of course, eating even more street food.

stall after stall, you try different snacks, and with each one comes a photo—sometimes of the food, sometimes of each other, and sometimes just blurry candids full of laughter.

before you know it, the sky has turned dark, and the streetlights now glow above you. It’s officially nighttime, but neither of you seems ready to stop.

you’ve been walking around all day, your hands full of snacks and your phones full of memories. Eventually, your steps lead you both to the glowing stretch of Jones Bridge. the lights reflected on the water, the breeze cool on your skin—and right by the bridge’s edge, there it was: the photobooth stand that’s been all over social media.

without saying much, you and Paige decide to go for it.

as you make your way toward the booth, she starts snapping candid photos of you again—your side profile, your little smiles, the way your eyes light up when you look around. you offer to take a picture of her too. She hands you her phone without hesitation, and for once, she stands still and lets you capture her.

then comes a quiet moment. no cameras. no teasing. just the two of you walking side by side on the bridge, voices low, conversations soft and unhurried.

she looks at you then—really looks. it’s not the playful look she gives when she’s joking, or the usual flirty glances you’ve seen her throw at others. this one is different. her gaze is warm, steady, full of something that makes your chest feel tight.

but you don’t let yourself read too much into it. because Paige is like this with everyone… right? right.

you turn your focus to the path ahead. your hands brush against hers. It’s subtle, barely there, but you feel it. you think she doesn’t notice—but she does.

before anything could happen, you both arrive at the photobooth. While waiting in line, you spot a diverging mirror just beside the entrance and pull out your phone.

“mirror pic,” you say, raising your phone.

she leans in beside you, then suddenly presses her finger against the mirror right where your mouth reflects—making your lips look ridiculously wide. You burst into laughter, swatting her hand.

you return the favor, poking the spot on the mirror where her mouth is, making her grin stretch in the reflection. She giggles, but after the laughter fades, there’s this pause.

just the two of you, looking at each other.

like there’s something unsaid, lingering in the silence.

but again—you brush it off. It’s probably just you.

your turn finally comes.

inside the booth, you sit close. ten shots in total, and you get to pick four.

the first five go smoothly—smiles, peace signs, cheek-to-cheek poses, goofy faces.

but as the camera counts down for the sixth shot, you both run out of poses. Paige uses the opportunity to lean in, pressing her cheek against yours, smiling softly just as the shutter clicks.

seventh shot—your faces are close now. every time you glance at her, she’s looking at the camera. when she glances at you, you’re looking at the camera. it’s like a dance neither of you planned, faces inching closer without fully realizing it.

eighth shot, ninth shot—your knees touch, your pinkies graze.

then, the tenth.

it happens fast, like it wasn’t even a decision.

she turns to you at the same time you turn to her.

and just before the flash goes off—

she kisses you.

a quick, soft press of her lips to yours, just enough to make your heart skip.

click.

the last shot captures it perfectly.

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[cupcakewebkinz]

hellooo you finally get to find out why i asked for shelly and vees outfit descriptions lol

(also a little sidenote i tend to hyperfixate super hard on aus / media in general that i think are cool for a little while and im pretty sure thats whats goin on here lol. when tisms collide /j)

OKAY SO UHHHH i had this idea like. a week ago atp? of like. what if the caretaker shanon versions of shelly and vee were actually in the game. and they had their own unique abilities and stuff

SO HERE THEY ARE :D (several sidenotes here- 1. i dont ever really do traditional art so some things look a little jank lol, and 2. i meant to finish these a couple days ago but it took a weirdly long time for me to get the sticky notes lol. OKOK HERES THE ART-)

OK SO THERES A LOT GOING ON HERE !! first off i based these two (mostly) off the early au events, mostly cuz the ideas i had for their abilities are generally referencing that era, so i thought itd be fitting

okay i. i wanna explain all the references in these cuz i think its really neat..

i dont think vees active ability needs explaining lol but her passive is inspired by her whole plot of learning to let herself explore the world more (more specifically that one fic where she finds the guitar, its where the name comes from)

👆 this is also what her trinkets from !! its shanons old guitar !!

"space nerd" skin is referencing the outfit post and how shes, well, a space nerd. "anxious proposal" is referencing the fic where vee proposes, and "rain walk" is referencing, well, their walk in the rain from the very beginning. (ykw the skins are kinda self explanatory too lol)

this wasnt intentional when i was picking which outfits to use for the skins, but i think they also contribute to the general theme of vee coming out of her shell here- new interests she was never supposed to have, love she wasnt supposed to feel, and a world she was never supposed to experience for herself. idk i think its neat :]c fuck you delilah

okay shellys abilities are something im also rlly proud of- her active is based on the og post and how much of a spectacle shelly was, and then how everyone chilled tf out after a while

i also rlly wanted to emphasize how much of a team player she is, and how much she does for her friends. her active isnt rlly great for distracting- its main purpose is to pull twisteds off of someone if theyre about to die/lose health, and her passive is also mainly to help out her teammates.

her trinket is also from the fic where vee finds the guitar! i knew i wanted it to be a dino plushie of some sort (to emphasize the previous pint, but also to add in her love of sewing) and i eventually decided itd be fitting to make it the little pterodactyl she made for vee in that fic :]

"surprise party" skin is from the birthday fic, "mama's girl" is from the mothers day fic (fun fact i used that pose so i didnt have to design the sweater LOL), and "expert digger" is from the outfit post, again all pretty self explanetory

and i think thats it !! just wanted to share this little idea, hope you have a great rest of your day/night/whatever ^^

DUDE I WENT WET BEAST MODE AND SCREAMED LIKE A BANSHEE THEN STARTED COUGHING LIKE MAD AND I THINK I LOST MY VOICE LOL

THIS IS LIKE- SO FUCKING COOL OH MY GOD-

I LOVE HOW MUCH OF SHANON IS IMPRINTED ON THESE TWO TOO- LIKE HER GUITAR- THE VALIDATION THEY BOTH FEEL FROM HER GENUINELY CARING- VEES FUCKING ABILITY OH MY GOLF CARTS I'M SPIRALLING-

(In the best way ofc)

MAMA'S BABY GIRL AWWGHGHGHGH-

SHE IS MAMA'S GIRL OHHHH MY GOOOOOOD

I'M SHAKING SO HARD SOMEONE HOLD ME

PLEASE

THE WAY THE EVERYTHING WORKS AND FITS THEM BOTH SO WELL

THE SMALL DETAILS LIKE THE HEART LOCKET ON SHELLY AND GLISTEN'S BOW ON VEE-

THEIR RINGS-

THE REFERENCES TO THINGS I DIDN'T EVEN THINK PEOPLE NOTICED-

I'M GOING TO EXPLODE I CANNOT EXPRESS HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS OH MY GOLFBALLS

DUDE THIS IS SICK I NEVER THOUGHT

I

I AM SPEECHLESS I NEVER THOUGHT I'D EVER INSPIRE ANYTHING LIKE THIS-

NO AMOUNT OF WORDS COULD EXPRESS HOW GRATEFUL I AM OH MY WORMS, I LOVE THIS SO MUCH, I LOVE ALL THE DETAILS AND I LOVE JUST- EVERYTHING- OUGH I'M SO FERAL

THIS IS THE COOLEST THING EVER MAN THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH I'M SERIOUSLY SHAKING FROM HOW FLATTERED I AM SOMEONE WOULD MAKE SOMETHING LIKE THIS FOR ME-

OH MY BABIESSSSS

I'M SO FERAL RN I'M GOING TO GO ZOOMIES UNTIL I EXPLODE!!! /pos

[smiggles]

hi, i hope you're doing well! sort of random, but are you much of a reader? do you have any book recs? you have immaculate vibes and i'm curious what sort of stuff you read! thanks for your time <3

This might be a disappointing answer but ill try!

I used to chew through books weekly but I have been so busy and im so tirelessly picky that its difficult for me to find interesting books (for me) these days

This book I really loved. Its a semi fantasy setting, a boy from the real world finds a hole in a tree leading to another world. This book is deals heavily with the loss of a family member. It is written very well in that regard so if you are dealing with that grief tread carefully.

There is also gory violence in this novel

Love love love this book. I have a few personal criticisms (just with the writing style but its nothing terrible) The main character does not have a binary gender. This book is fungal horror though I dont believe its meant to be scary.

I highly recommend.

99% sure this book is based on The Thing. I have only JUST started it and so far its got me hooked.

The main character is queer. The characters are not good people. They are just people. (So far) and one is a racist asshole

Again. I have gotten even 1/4 way through but writing is solid. Very gory and written in a way that really let's you hold onto the gore scenes and think about the weight of them.

Another I just now started. I let my roommate borrow it so I'm on pause. The main character is a woman hiding as a man in a western setting. Also deals with loss of a family member but it isn't as heavy as The Book of Lost Things about it (yet at least)

There is a beast that I believe is killing people as the MC tries to get back home after being shipped away after the funeral

Lastly Off With Their Heads

This book has lesbians ! Gory, casual death, and Alice in Wonderland horror setting. The writing style is intensely abstract and whimsical. Something i struggled to get into so I never finished it. But my friend @jinxxed-vexx says they love it !

[ysrjune]

Can reader and Scott do the couples painting challenge. Where you and him sit across from eachother , and he show you his and it looks like he drew Freddy Kruger from memory instead of you 💔 . Then yours looks accurate , and Leo tells Scott that he can’t draw 😭

a/n: im giggling so hard at this drawing man. Leo is 8 in this because I want him to talk cause he's funny.

Leo was monitoring over you two, making sure that nobody was peeking. Tunes were in the back, and he was singing along.

“Leo, shut up! Daddy's trying to focus.” Scott says while drawing on his paper. “Your drawing is gonna suck anyway, Daddy.” Leo rolls his eyes. “You suck.” Scott rolls his eyes back. “Son, I dont think you realize that you're talking to the reincarnation of Pablo Picasso.”

“Picasso's fans liked his ugly drawings. You dont have fans to like yours. OOOOO BURRNNN!!!” Leo praises himself. You giggle and play along. “He has a point, babe. Your drawings are usually.. bad.” Scott scrunches his nose. “My other family would never treat me like this, by the way. I have another son and wife who LOVE everything about me.” He says with some sass.

“Mamas boyfriend from work doesn't call me ugly.” Leo crosses his arms. “Mamas boyfriend is lying.” Scott sticks his tongue out and goes back to his drawing.

“Mommy, yours looks so good!” Leo says with excitement and his cute smile - dimples making an appearance. “Thank you, baby.” You smile and bring him on your lap.

Scott was jealous of you. He wanted to hold his baby. He loves his son. But the pair are always bickering about something. Yes, it was never serious, but Leo likes to hold a silly grudge most times to make Scott upset. “Stop glazing your mom, that's like, nasty.” Scott says, and you chuckle. “Calm down, blondie.”

“Its okay, ugly. I love you still.” Leo smiles at Scott.

“You won't when you hit puberty. You're gonna hate me and your mother.”

“Whats puberty-”

“You dont need to know about that, sweetheart.” You say quickly and give Scott a look to which he smiles and now starts to paint over his "master piece."

Leo, again, was walking around the table for a little bit until he got distracted by a rabbit in the bushes of your backyard. Of course, you were on the porch of your backyard! It's summer and it's so hot inside. Nice and breezy outside. “bun, bun, bun. hop hop hop.” You hear Leo saying. He always says that when he sees a rabbit or bunny. Honestly, because he doesn't know the difference. (#neitherdoI)

“We should get him a bunny.” Scott suggests. “Scott, he has a cat.” You say, now painting as well. “So? We have space for a bunny..” Scott spoiled Leo all the time. It was a miracle that the little boy wasn't a brat by now. “No, Scott.” Scott gave in.. for now.

“Are you guys done, yeeeettt!!!” Leo complains, tugging at Scott's shirt. “Yeah, squirt, hold on. I need to add a few finishing touches.”

“You've been saying that for the last five minutes.” You sigh. “I didn't ask for your opinion, y/n.” You looked at him like he was stupid.. because that wasn't an opinion. It was a fact.

Scott finally finished, and Leo chose to look at yours first. "Mommy, this is sooo cool! It looks just like Papa!" He holds the painting up and compares it to Scott. Very accurate. He shows Scott and the older blond nods. "Good job, babe."

"Lemme see yours, Scotterson!" Leo says and takes the painting. “Boy, this shit is ugly as hell..” WHERE DID HE LEARN THIS LANGUAGE? You gasp and give Scott a look that he knows all too well. Scott laughed out loud and almost fell out of his chair.

Leo shows you, and you can't help but laugh out loud right away. The drawing was so ugly. Long skinny arms, big cross-eyed eyes, AND one was longer and larger than the other—the hair was so??... it looks bad. He made your nose really small and.. look, it was just SO ugly, and he knew it.

“Its okay, Daddy. I still think you're funny..” Leo says awkwardly and lowkey side eyes Scott, placing the painting down slowly on the table. “Can we go somewhere to eat? Im hungry.” Scott said no but immediately checked his wallet if he had cash on him, and hallelujah, he did. So now you were all gonna go out to eat.

A day later, you and Scott wake up and go to your child's room to wake him up. Scott saw that his son had placed both paintings on his desk. Because it was so early in the morning, and he felt vulnerable—he cried a little bit.

“The little fuck loves me 🥹🥹”

@bxbyysstuff @anakinstwinklebunny @lovethestarrs @valloos @anisangeldust @xo-yaaaaaasxo @anakinca @dollfilmz @alexlovesysrjune @sockiess @sythethecarrot @speaknow-sw @loveamira @alealuvshayden @mvst4far @prettiestmini @amiratheangel @blckberrie @literally-izzyy @litt1e-misssunsh1ne

[skitskatdacat63]

Timeswap!Vettonso(I blame @ayceeofspades for this)

Thoughts:

References HEHEHEHE:

So the dynamics would be: STR!Seb x Aston!Fernando and Post-Retirement!Seb x Ferarri!Fernando(~2011-2012)

The former would be a Seb who is very hungry for Fernando's attention, but now he's with a Fernando is actually now very willing to give him that attention. Fernando is constantly repeating in his head: "Don't fuck the twink don't fuck the twink don't fuck the twink", but every time they end up on the podium together, Seb always ends up being all over him and "accidentally" groping him. So Seb is still a brat but is with a Fernando who's not gonna just be cold to him but will indulge him instead 🤭

The latter is more angsty AAAHHH!! Cause its a Fernando who is in Ferrari hell and Seb who is post-catharsis. And to quote C, Fernando is like "why are you so happy??? Did you win!?" and Seb responds: "no :)" But also I am not immune to Seb being coy and playing with Fernando. He now understands why Fernando was the way he was back then because he's now gone through the same thing with Ferrari, but also wants him to stop being so gloomy and angsty about it.

Don't ask about how these AUs work, just know that they have knowledge of what their original counterparts were like so it's weird for the younger versions to get to see what ends up happening to the other, and then allows the olders to gain a new perspective instead of their biased memories(i.e.: "you're not who I was villainizing you as in my head" = both of them realize that they were building the other up as such an antagonist in their head but then, oh, he's just like me fr)(but for younger Seb, Fernando realizes Seb just wanted to be friends :( and so now he's trying to be more of a mentor.)

[tennessoui]

november ko-fi fic!

hiya!! i am still working on the november ko-fi fic (to be published hopefully sometime this weekend)

(KUWSK family meal aka american thanksgiving themed with ��chaos✨ to make it wholesome after the last two mob-themed ones lmao)

BUT i'm announcing here that i will be stopping the ko-fi fics after november!! with my grad program picking up, i've found that it's been really hard to balance how much i want to write, study, and just be here in this space online with y'all - and the ko-fi fics have been a ton of fun and honestly so good for my writing abilities, but they've also become a stressor the later in the month it gets without posting when i wanted to commit to having them out at the beginning of each month :(

so to make sure that no one gets charged in december, i'm just gonna delete my ko-fi the last day of november! all the fics i've posted on there will make their way to ao3 (probably in the first month of 2025) so no one will actually lose access to anything - i would just feel really bad if people were charged because they didn't see this or cause they didn't cancel in time or anything!

in all, this has been really fun for me and i'm really really so incredibly thankful for everyone who has become a supporter of my ko-fi (either for a few months or a day or the entire year it's been running). thank you thank you so much!! and i hope you enjoyed these little fics as well <3

[azidoazide-art]

terra and roxas from the expressions sheet! i've never drawn terra before

[miniscule-meow]

APPLE.

mkay so *cracks knuckles* I've officially read every single thing on ur masterpost LMFAOOOOO bro I'm so sorry ik you must be getting spammed by my reblogs and likes but PLEAAASSEEE LIKE IM SO LEGIT EMOTIONALLY INVESTED THIS ISN'T FUNNY ANYMORE IT'S DETRIMENTAL. I'm a SUCKER for female tiny x male giant cos it's pretty self indulgent for me and UGH you explore so many different dynamics with ur little handful of well-crafted characters, lemme just say i'm fr a massive fan like akjnaksjnskdnskhdnjhjfb IK U KNOW THIS I JUST HAVE TO SAY IT AGAIN BYE. I followed you a WHILE back because I came across one of the Isabell and the Lads chapters and loved it so much even though it was halfway through and I had no idea what was going on, and then duh I got hooked onto Charlie and Felix and boom now i'm here i'm a fan i'm soon to be promoted to an air conditioner at this point.

I think (no i don't think, i KNOW) Deckard is my favourite man to ever exist like... ever, yeah. Felix and Marcus are tied as close seconds (I love ur bb zeke but yk, the three other fine babes are slightly more obnoxious and beautifully flawed and kinda loud and or grumpy which entices me personally).

Charlie is my favourite of the gals but i LOVEEE ISABELL SHE'S SUCH A CUTIEEEE OML STOPPP. And Lark yes ik u said her character felt kinda flat but I LOVE HER WHOLE CONCEPT OKAY. And not even kidding that scene in the garden when she finally got to see Deckard again and starts rambling about how upset she is literally made me tear up like I was not expecting that maybe i'm just in an emotional mood these days... EVERYTHING about Something Unexpected had a CHOKEHOLD on me I fr finished it all so quick no breaks and was on my toes the whole time it was so refreshing. Love me a sarcastic flirty STUPID hottie and a pretty little unfortunately probably traumatized fairy princess. Legit addicted thank you for your service goodnight.

xoxo Mimi !!

T H A N K Y O U S O M U C H !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I've literally read this ask like three or four times today, you got me giggling and kicking my feets for REAL 😭😍🥰

Thank you!!!! Also, never feel bad for spamming notes because that literally gives me life. And I always read all the tags, it's seriously one of my favorite things.

I'm so glad you like my stories & my characters 😭

I'm working on more with Deckard and Lark! You might not be able to tell because of how little I've updated their story (I just looked the other day and it's been like 9 months since they've gotten an updated ☠️ oops.) but Deckard is my favorite too. (Felix is a CLOSE second. I guess I like my giants to be .. a bit of a disaster)

I've been playing around with the idea of a rewrite for them. I've mentioned that before probably.. I think if I did that, the stories would end up merging at some point. Most of the substance in the story would be largely the same... I think I just don't like the beginning..? But regardless I do have plans!

Thank you again for this. Straight up, I might print this ask and tape it to my desk or something ily

[ricelover247]

looks up. blinks blearily. scifi series review in the tags (not real review) (not verified) (i have been awake for a very large number of hours)

[realbeefman]

i'm a cis woman, but in the past few years i've developed a habit of headcanoning any male character i relate to as a trans women, beginning a fic trying to explore that, and then miserably falling short as i can never figure out how to end the story. i've recently joined a new fandom and started my most recent attempt at writing this ever-elusive character interpretation i've been trying to explain for years. and it occurs to me that maybe the reason i keep trying to interpret these characters i relate to as women and failing to, is because i'm trying to project the wrong experience. because i think that conclusion i can never fully bring myself to write isn't one about coming to terms with womanhood and embracing that identity, but about coming to terms with being a man.

so tldr im a trans man and this is a coming out post.

[rayllumoon]

sorry, i'm currently so obsessed with rayllum on the star spire -

"one more?" 🥺

"one more what?"🤭

"you know~" 😏

"i know." 😌

🤧...😠

"aw, don't be mad at sneezles. there'll be more kisses later." 😉

like oh my gosh i can't get over this scene - i'm so happy they're back 🥹 everyone who worked on this scene outdid themselves 10000000/10 thank you for this scene! 😭thank you for feeding me 🥹💖 i'm gonna be thinking about this scene and so many other s6 rayllum scenes for the rest of my life

[rosemaze-reveries]

idk if saying this means anything, but I really do consider every request that comes in. Realistically I'm not able to honor all of them even though I wish I could🥲

Even if your ask doesn't get answered, I've never gotten a req that made me think "yah I'm not writing that" and chances are it WAS built upon to some extent/I really was excited with it at one point. I start drafting something like 80% of the asks I receive but my energy is just not reliable at all🥲 plus the usual being busybusy with life

[i-like-books-and-women]

Good God I love reading. But goddamn reading a book so good that you're worried about the next one not living up to how good the one you just finished was is such an unfortunate consequence.

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also just for clarity jic anyones staring at me funny for being Slow, this is Also the inbox and drafts situation going on rn hope that hel-