#then maybe if this does well i'll officially start taking requests

[kleotheundeadone]

Scenario: Alastor Teaches You To Dance

(A/N:Ya’ll really liked my last Alastor scenario, so i’m doing another one because i’m still horrendously down bad. Might start taking some requests maybe, I dunno. Also, I kept this gender-neutral like the last one, but you are wearing a dress, so make of that what you will)

When Alastor expressed wanting to teach you how to dance, it seemed pretty harmless. Fair even. Afterall he was trying so hard to make adjustments for you. Albeit complaining the whole way, & getting a sick kick out of finding ways to use it against you, (Exhibit A: The proceeding Incident after teaching him how to kiss properly) but trying nonetheless. It seemed only fair that you’d allow him to teach you how to dance. Plus, he was so cute when you finally agreed. He didn’t often smile genuinely, & it always warmed your heart when you could get him to really smile at you, beyond his usual mask. But you couldn’t deny the facts: You sucked ass at dancing, & were absolutely gonna stomp Alastor’s poor little hooves into oblivion with your awkward two-left feet. And this was the main thought running through your head as you looked out in front of the dancing hall Alastor was able to rent out, (does slaughtering the owner & eating his hands count as renting?) nervously fiddling with the fabric of your dress. “I wonder if it’s too late to back out…”

“I’m afraid it is, my deer~!” Son of a bitch! What was this asshole's deal about sneaking up on people!? You cut him a hard glare, crossing your arms beneath your chest with a huff. “Very funny Alastor. Was it really necessary though?” Alastor looped his arm around yours, his smile stretched just the slightest bit wider across his face in an amused fashion. “Well I suppose it depends darling, do you find the presence of humor necessary? Cause I certainly do! Haha!” You’d clock him right in his yellow teeth right now if you didn’t love him so much. And because he’d probably bite your fist off. You begrudgingly allow him to lead you into the dance hall, trying not to get swept up in the sight of it all. Leave it to Alastor to kill a guy just so he could privately teach you to dance in one of the fanciest dance halls in hell. As endearing as it was coming from him, it didn’t help in quelling your nerves. “Um, Alastor, just checking, are you sure you wanna do this? I mean, not that I'm against it, cause I'm not, but just… Well… Surely there’s other things you’d rather teach me? You know what, I think I remember you mentioning wanting to teach me the recipe for your mothers jambalaya not that long ago, wouldn’t you rather do that?” The sound of static echoed through the empty walls as Alastor tilted his head at you, his eyes narrowing into an accusatory glare. “Darling, you are not really trying to weasel out of this, are you? Cause if so, i’d say that’s rather selfish & hypocritical of you. Wouldn’t you agree?” You winced. He was right. After everything he’d been doing to try & be a better partner to you, the least you could do was try this. That didn’t stop you from worrying, however. “You’re right, I’m sorry... I guess I’m just nervous is all. I keep getting all worried about stumbling over my feet & crushing your hooves, or stepping on your coat & tearing it or something.” You knew he’d never hurt you for ruining his coat, (at least you hoped not) but you wanted to avoid doing so all the less. Alastor’s gaze softened as he hummed beneath his breath, as if in thought. “Well then,” he started as he unhooked his arm from yours, taking a couple steps back. “Let’s see what we can do about that, my deer.”

A resounding ‘snap’ echoed throughout the dance hall, & for a split second, Alastor’s upper half became engulfed in shadow before dissipating, showing that his coat had been removed, revealing his shirt underneath. His sleeves had been rolled up to his elbows, showing off his thin yet muscular forearms littered with small light-colored scars. “That should eliminate any possible ‘coat tearing’ incidents. As for your other fears, I assure you that I will guide you to the best of my ability, as to limit any stumbling.” Alastor grinned at you- Not smiled, but grinned- as he gave a bow, holding out his hand towards you, a certain sparkle glimmering in his eyes. “Now,” There was a small flicker of radio static before a soft old-style song began to play throughout the dance hall as he gazed at you through hooded lashes. “May I have this dance, darling~?” Dammit. Just… Dammit. You took a deep breath, biting your lip as you placed your hand into his. “Take things slow, alright?” Alastor chuckled. “I make no promises, but… I will try.”

You were half-right before: You sucked ass at dancing. But you didn’t crush Alastor’s hooves. You certainly stumbled, a lot, & may or may not have managed to nearly fall on your butt a few times, but thankfully, Alastor was always there to catch you. He also didn’t nearly make fun of you as much as you expected him to. Granted, he did make fun of you- Like a lot. Mostly a lot of comparisons to having the legs of a newborn deer (Haha. Really funny Al) & something about dancing like a ‘dipso’, whatever the hell that means, but he was actually a pretty good teacher. He was calm & patient, didn’t get upset if you struggled to catch up with him, & by the end of it you were actually finding it easier to laugh at yourself when you messed up. “Ehehehe! Okay okay, hang on a second, let me catch my breath!” You carefully steadied yourself on your feet, smoothing down the skirt of your dress. Alastor brushed your hair back away from your face, tucking some of the stray strands behind your ears. “You did wonderfully, my deer!” He exclaimed, grabbing you by the hands & spinning you around with him. You couldn’t help but giggle, squeezing his hands slightly. “I’m still not a very good dancer, Alastor.”

“Right you are my deer, but you are improving nonetheless! And at quite the impressive rate, if I do say so myself. I’m very proud of you.” A blush spread across your cheeks causing you to look down at the ground, mentally cursing your reflection staring back at you on the shiny linoleum floor. You squeaked softly as he gently placed his hand beneath your chin, lifting your face up to look at him as he grinned softly at you, his other hand holding yours firmly. “I mean it, darling. You should be very proud of your progress today. I’m ever-so pleased you allowed me to teach you. Just think of all the lovely outings I can take you on now!” You couldn’t help but chuckle. It was nice seeing him be genuinely giddy. “That sounds amazing, Alastor. But I think I'm still a little ways away before I can go leaving hell in awe with you.” A laugh track echoed against the walls. “Oh don’t be silly! What’s stopping us? In fact, I say now is just the opportune time for a proper night out on the town!” Before you could have the full chance to process what exactly he was doing, Alastor was gripping your hand tighter as he spun you around in a circle, leaving you dizzy as he grabbed you by the small of your back & dipped you to the floor, his face inches from yours as he smiled. “Well my deer? Let’s go become the talk of the pentagram~!”

What have you gotten yourself into?

[zurizex]

❝ 𝓙UST LIKE THAT, DOLL! ❞

▐ branch with an s/o who enjoys praising — nsfw

warnings. mentions of overstimulation, oral (giving and receiving), fem reader, no use of y/n, switch!brach, nicknames, slight degradation MAYBE??, creampie/breeding

request: none

✧˖*°🦋 　｡ﾟ･　☆ 👥࿐

— 𝓦hen you first met branch, you were pretty secretive about how praising made you melt

— but one day before you even started dating, branch complimented how your decorative skills were neat

— when this happened you melted into absolute putty

— when you two ACTUALLY started dating, more praises left his mouth, him soon realizing what praising does to you

— branch one day said your singing voice was good and your face beamed red

— "you're really good at singing, doll— why are you sweating so much..."

— DONT GET ME STARTED ON NICKNAMES.

— when he first called you sweetheart you almost came right there.

— one day, branch was so touch starved that he was basically buried in your neck, praising the ever living shit out of you.

— when you moaned. the dots like clicked.

— and GOD was he cocky with it..

— if you're sucking him off, he will never keep quiet. ever.

— praises will leave his lips as light whimpers escaped as well

— "O-Oh! My god..fucking just like that, doll...n-ngh..doing sooo fucking good..."

— His fingers would get tangled in your hair, pulling it softly from time to time, guiding your throat deeper on his cock

— we all agree branch is a munch

— he even praises you when ever he's legit going to town

— he will hold your thighs open so you don't close them whatsoever (not like he'd kill to have you crush him with your thighs)

— though it's very muffled, he will talk about how good you taste, how obedient your being, and even how much he loved you in general.

— "So good to m-me~, doing so well, keep making those pretty noises. Just like that, baby."

— even when hes BOTTOMING, he's praising the absolute fuck out of you

— you'll be riding him and his hands will grip on your hips, begging and trying to go deeper.

— though branch doesn't mention it, he loves giving you nicknames and watching your teary eyes go wide

— praise him once and you're in a secluded area with your legs around his waist

— he's heavily panting in your ear as he's rapidly thrusting into you, skin slapping filling your ears.

— Branch likes to whisper naughty things in your ear while around other trolls, especially when your helping plan something with Poppy

— "Keep bending your pretty ass over and i'm meeting you in the bathroom.."

— one time while he was eating you out, you came hella hard and he wouldn't stop.

— something snapped inside him as he kept looping his tongue around your sensitive clit

— the noises you made alone made him fuck you so hard that you'd barely walk

— which happened btw

— the sight of your face as your eyes slightly rolled back, drool dripping down your chin as desperate moans left you made him go feral

— "Aww..poor b-baby, taking me so well...S-shhhh, i'm h-here..."

— he loves touching you, actually everywhere

— you knew him in his bunker days, so you completely understood why he loves being around you soo much

— ooo, praise him while he's inside of you and he's breeding you on literal sight

— "T-thank you for being so good to me—" he came instantly.

— it's so bad that he overstimulates the both of you that same session

— when you're both done, after care is important in his book

— will not let you go until you've both officially caught your breath

— he'll clean you up the best he can, maybe sometimes giving you a hot bath if he knows your limbs are sore

— after, branch will cuddle you while he reads a book, waiting for you to fully fall asleep before he does.

— "You did so well, you know that? Always have and always will be my favorite person..."

a/n. first post wooo, i'll make an intro later. ILY BRANCH MWAH MWAH MWAH PLS REQUEST BTW

[i-fucking-hate-ppl]

Sup mah dude! I've just finished binge reading your HH hcs and I freaking love them! ✨ If you're still taking requests, may I get how getting married with our demon boi Alastor would be like? From what lead him to deciding he was gonna marry our reader, how he proposes, what's the marriage gonna be like, etc., etc. And if you can, maybe include how our other main characters would react? Thank you for blessing us ❤️✌️

Wassup! I hope you enjoy this fluffy bundle of fluff!

Alastor decided he was going to marry you the moment he came to term with his feelings. He hasn't even thought about courting anyone since, well he was alive! Even then it was mostly to please his dear mother!

He can't recall a time he's ever felt this way about anyone before, and if he was ever going to marry someone he knew it'd be you.

Of course he's a gentlemen though, he won't start with that. No no no, it simply won't do.

He'll test it out first. Make sure you two are actually compatible. It'll be a few years before he starts asking subtle hints about what you like it rings, like certain cuts or perhaps gold vs silver, ring size.

To be safe you don't know, he'll buy you a ring for you birthday to throw you off.

And once he's done browsing and has found the most perfect, stunning ring he'll propose.

He'll make sure it's your anniversary to once again throw you off, and take you out to the best restaurant. He'll make sure to plan quite a few activities, and at the end he'll take you for a walk. Of somewhere private and most importantly quiet with the most beautiful view you could possibly find in hell.

He'll find the perfect opportunity to step back, while you're distracted by the site seeing to kneel and just wait patiently for you to turn around.

And the moment you say yes he's up and slipping that ring on your finger with a peck to your forehead.

-

Charlie was flabbergasted. She didn't think Alastor would ever, in a million years, propose and get married. Although that didn't stop her excitement. She's quick to congratulate you two and squeeze you both in a big old hug!

Vaggie really couldn't care less, she was shocked but just doesn't care as much. Giving a smile congratulations and a smile. She does wonder if you have magical, voodoo love spells or something though..

Angel Dust most certainly said something inappropriate and is now trying to fight off a pissy Alastor during all the congrats.

Sir Pentious is just "Really? That's who you want to marry? For the rest of your life that's who you want to be stuck with? I'm not judging.. but I'll be praying for you dear!"

Husk gives no fucks, he tried warning you and you ignored him. It'll be your own bad decision he already made his. No congrats either.

Nifty is jittery and beyond excited. Talking and asking questions a mile per minute. Climbing all over you while she does. She also can't believe Alastor will be married, what is your secret to a bad boy's heart! Tell. Her.

-

The wedding is most certainly in cannibal town, it's the place close to Alastor's heart. It reminds him so much of his era in life, honestly can't imagine the wedding taking place anywhere else.

He would prefer if the wedding was more traditional, such as you wearing a white dress/tux. But if you would prefer a dress/tux of a different color he will be willing to bend since he wants you to be just as happy as he will be.

He'll also want it to be very, very small. Just a few people.

He will try to do most of the work so you don't have to worry about anything.

Rosie will most certainly be the wedding officiant, she got certified just for him! She didn't expect an Ace in the hole such as Alastor to ever get married and is beyond excited to do this for him!

Zestial is his best man, and the rest of his best "men" are Husk (who was most certainly forced to be there) and Nifty.

He didn't care who you chose as your best, as long as it wasn't Lucifer.

He'll most certainly go for a red and black theme and hope you agree.

The flowers would be deep red roses with black lilies, with a small touch of pink roses just to brighten it a bit.

Cake would most certainly be yellow, with black frosting and deep red frosting roses on it, decorated beautifully.

He'd pretty much make sure the whole wedding was perfect and beautiful. Just for you.

Zestial will be walking you down if your Father isn't in hell. He doesn't want you to walk alone down the aisle!

His vows would be

"You know dear, you are very special to me. There isn't a single soul in heaven or hell that could possibly make me feel the way I do for you. You're one in a million! A random, wild chance that I will never take for granted! The first and only one that could ever warm my heart! I promise that I will always take care of you and protect you until the very end! A promise that will never be broken, forever and always my darling."

He'll make sure no one can see the sealing kiss, but he most certainly seals that shit. You are his now, always.

Zestial will also act as your father for the first dance and give you away to Alastor after as well, if your Father isn't present. Just to keep things traditional and make you happy.

Of course the music is played from a radio and of course it's mostly Jazz.

After it's all said and done and you're home, Alastor might feel the very rare want to have sex. But if not he'll hold you close and read to you from one of your favorite books without his radio static. He'll have tea and snacks on the side table for you to enjoy as you listen to him speak. If you doze off he'll change you into some pajamas and lay down you down in bed before getting ready and laying with you and holding you close.

Then it will be your turn to plan the honeymoon, he will let you have free reign to decided where you'd like to go and what you would like to do and only give input if you ask for it.

[gadriezmannsgirl]

idk if this is where you write the requests but i have one for pedri🫶🏼 so maybe they’re just hanging out at home and y/n does that tiktok prank on him where she pretends to be on the phone with her friends and she’s like “whattt ong no way” basically pretending her friends gossiping to her, and pedri being all like omg let me listen put it on speaker

Yes, this is where you ask anything or req something🤣 Celebration fic as I ended my semester✨🌻🫶🏼 got one week of vacation before I start again, also fic celebration for Barça's win and Pedri's goal, so here we go! (Cute Golden fact: Golden Boy, Gavi doing the last goal at CN and Golden Boy, Pedri doing the first goal at Montjuic in an official match🥹🫶🏼)

Working on it, right now, because I was inspired🤭 also @http-isabela SHISME FIC! 🤣🤭

Chismoso -P.G8

Summary: Your boyfriend loves some good gossip

You smiled at your phone watching a girl do a prank on her boyfriend in Tiktok where she pretended to be on the phone with her friends with some "gossip" and her boyfriend was trying to listen to it.

Pedri, your almost three years boyfriend, loved any kind of gossip and whilst you delivered to them nicely to rant about your day or get off any anger, he got his dose of gossip and helped you with your problems.

You loved it tho. It was nice the fact, you were lovers and at the same time the best of friends, trusting everything you have and own into the others arms.

"Amor, estás lista?" (Babe, you ready?)

You smirked. You definitely were going to do this one.

"Si!" You replied grabbing the tray with your food. You pushed your phone in between your shoulder and chin and walked towards your living room. "Help me, please?"

"Hostias preciosa, you could have told me you'd need the help" You shook your head smiling softly

"I had it done until now" It was his turn to shake his head with a smile on

"Who is it?" He asked whispering noticing you were in the phone

"Alexia, she's been texting me non-stop today, she told me she'd call me for something, don't know what it is tho" You replied in the same way

"Baby, it's starting" Pedro pouted as you kissed his plump lips repeatedly

"You can watch it while I'm on the phone, it'll be quick, hopefully"

"No, I'll just pause it. I don't wanna watch it alone"

"It'll be just for a few minutes"

"Venga, bonita" You never resisted his big brown beautiful eyes and that little nickname of his

"Stay quiet" He nods sitting on the couch and you taking a seat next to him, he was the one who pulled you closer by the legs to him "Yes, I'm listening" You said before humming a few times

"Ay joder" You said furrowing your eyebrows as Pedri looked at you "And like she never stops having a few problems with Cynthia..." You made up sighing before shaking your head "That's bullshit"

"Gossip?" He mouths as you nod "Oh, I wanna know that. Put it on speaker" You shook your head <no> "Why not?" He asks but you shook your head "Wanna hear some good gossip" You smiled shaking your head and did a demand with your hand for later "No" He whined, you shushed him up "Want it now" He whispered pushing himself onto you "C'mon, let me hear" You started giggling "Stop laughing, focus on the gossip so you can tell me the details of it"

And with that you bursted in laughter.

"Oh my god!" You said throwing yourself at Pedri who was confused "Oye, no seas tan chismoso!" (Hey, don't be such a gossipmonger)

"I'm not a gossipmonger, I'm just interested in everything you do, speak to or look at, 'cus you're my girl" He tries to defend himself as you shake your head shaking your hand as well

"You're a chismoso" You said in laughter as Pedri smiles

"Chica, the call" He said after a few seconds as you show him your blocked phone

"There's no call, mi niño. I'm pranking you and realizing I have the biggest gossip for Fer and your parents once they came back next week"

"No! They'll be going at it for the rest of our lives!" You laughed as Pedri went ahead and hugged himself into your chest

"I'm preparing everything then" You smiled

"So, it was a prank?" You nod humming once you both calmed down "So there's no gossip? Joder" He lamented and you laughed again, this time Pedri joining too as you leaned down and kissed his lips

"Ay 'jueputa. Mi niño lindo y chismoso" (My pretty and gossipmonger boy) You both laughed, you felt Pedri leave a kiss in your cleavage

"Sólo un poquito" (Just a little bit)

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Taglist: @gaviypedrisbride @stuckinaf4nfiction @elijahslover @azzpenswrld @http-isabela

[keirawantstocry]

Hi am back. yes i will so totally be 💋anon and i will probably be back a lot (i have reqs just gotta sort through em). more soft kisses for jealous tubbo, twas great :>

On the note of specifically tubbo + fit, you remeber how there was the joke(??) of them getting married in Vegas? maybe something on that actually happening and pac finding out? like offhandedly mentioned or like, them talking about marrying tubbo or smthn idk go buck wild.

(question do you prefer v vague reqs, a little detail, a lotta detail or options?) Hope youre having a good day :>

oh do I remember it. I think I was in tubbos chat when it happened. I remember watching it unfold live. I would LOVE to expand on it 

(I love all requests to be honest. but I do appreciate a bit of detail because it gives me a starting point to go off of) 

“Aren't you two going to get married?” Bagi asked. The three of them were sitting inside Bagi's house at her dining room table when she asked. She picked up the cup of coffee in front of her and raised her eyebrow before taking a sip. 

Pac laughed nervously. “Bagi, I don't know if-” 

“Can't people only get married once?” Fit asked. 

Pac and Bagi turned to look at him, twin looks of confusion on their faces. “Sim,” Bagi said. “Why do you ask?” 

Fit looked up and took a long swig of tea. “Oh, well, I'm married.” 

“Oh right to Spreen yeah?” Pac asked. “We can get that annulled with the Federation surely. Not that we need to,” he rushed to clarify. “Baby steps.” 

Fit shook his head. “No, not Spreen. That's a Federation thing only. I'm legally married. Of my own choice.” 

“To who?” Bagi asked incredulously. 

Pac felt a rush of jealousy go through him. It wasn't necessarily that he wanted to marry Fit but it felt weird that he had never brought this spouse up before. They told each other everything. 

“Tubbo.” 

The Brazilains stared at him. The jealousy dissipated as Pac laughed. 

“You are married to Tubbo??” 

“Why??” Bagi asked as Fit joined Pac in laughing. 

Fit shrugged. “We got drunk in Vegas. Made out. Tubbo acted like some kind of prudish Catholic woman. Said I had to marry him if I was gonna try and get in his pants.” He chuckled. “I don't think he expected me to take him seriously. But I carried him to the first courthouse I saw and we got married.” 

Pac perked up. “Did you have sex?” 

Bagi smacked him. 

“Ow!” 

“You can't just ask if they had sex!” Bagi slapped her forehead as pushed back her chair. 

“I'm sorry he was the one who implied it!” Pac yelled back. 

Fit laughed at both of them Not answering the question, Pac noted. 

-

Pac cornered him after they left. “Did you have sex? What does he kiss like? He's a good kisser isn't he? Can I sleep with him? Your husband, I should probably get permission you know.” 

“Whoa whoa, slow down.” Fit chuckled quietly. “You're not mad?” 

Pac stopped dead. “Why would I be mad?” 

“Uh, cause we're dating and I didn't tell you that I'm married.” 

Pac waved him off. “Oh please. It's Tubbo.” He perked up again. “Can we all be official? I want to kiss him. Can I kiss your husband?” 

Fit laughed, his whole body relaxing. “Yeah you can kiss him. Kiss him as much as you want.” 

Pac pumped his fist in the air. “Let's fucking go! Okay, bye Fitch. I'll see you later. I'm going to go kiss him!!!” 

-

“OI TUBBO!” 

Tubbo looked up from the chest he was currently searching. “Pac? What's up dude?” 

“You and Fit got married?” 

Tubbo's eyes widened in fear. Fuck. “Okay, yeah, hey I'm sorry I don't mean to intrude on you guys and-” 

He was cut off by Pac's hands on his face. “Calma. Be my boyfriend? You're very cute.” 

Tubbo blinked in surprise. “You… you want me?” 

Pac's eyes landed on his lips before licking his own. “Sim, sim, por favor.” 

Tubbo was nodding. Nodding and nodding. And he was being kissed and it was wonderful and soft. Pac tasted like sweets. He wasn't sure exactly what had just occurred but he was definitely not opposed to it. 

[natelia-aldelliz]

Imagine if Soap started seeing the ghosts of Tommy, Beth, Joseph, and maybe Simon’s mom? Like he has no idea who these people are but they are just like, ‘Oh my god…. That’s Simon’s boy’ and start hanging around

-Anon 🎧

Sadly in the official version of this AU, if they've ever been ghosts they have since moved on and disappeared, but this would be funny as an alternate universe of this alternate universe lmao

So I've written this, it's not really what you said but it's what came to me, maybe I'll write more later, as like a side story or something

"Who are you?"

Soap wakes up with a startle. There's a child standing next to the bed, frowning down at him. A dead child. For some reason he had almost forgotten that sometimes ghosts just come up to him on their own. Children especially, as if they were more discerning of his abilities than adults.

"Huh, hi, I'm Soap," he whispers back to not wake up Simon. Bug isn't anywhere to be seen, but that's not really unusual. His new found abilities to sleep don't work every night, and watching people sleep gets pretty boring. He's probably just roaming around the base.

The child frowns harder. He can't be more than four, with wavy dark blond hair and brown eyes, wearing a super-hero pyjama, blood dripping from the bullet wounds on his chest.

Fuckin hell... It never gets easier.

"You're not Uncle's boyfriend," the child pouts at him with all the might of a toddler.

"Uuuh," Soap hesitates, long enough for the arm around his stomach to tighten its grip, a clear sign that Simon is waking up.

"Wha's goin on?" The older man mumbles against his neck.

"There's a child," Soap answers, "I'm trying to understand what he wants."

"Hmm. Where's Bug?"

"I don't know-"

"Uncle Simon!" The child interrupts him gleefully, now beaming, his frown apparently completely forgotten.

Soap freezes. This man can't catch a break. How does he even go about this? A light thump coming from the door, followed by a "ow!" interrupts his panicking. The door opens right after and Roach comes in, rubbing at his forehead.

"Guys I know none of us know what's happening but I'm gonna need you to start researching, I can't keep becoming material randomly, it hurts and it's embarrassing when I'm spying on people - oh god."

"Uncle Bug!" The child yells again, bouncing on his heels.

Simon's breath quickens slightly behind him, probably still not used to seeing his dead lover, even after a couple weeks of this, which honestly Soap thinks is fair, before he tenses up.

"What are you both not telling me," he demands, sitting up in the bed.

"Are you a friend of my uncle, then?" The child turns back to Soap with less of a frown.

"Uh, no," Bug saves him from answering. "Well, yes, actually, but he's also his boyfriend, like me."

The little boy looks pensive, trying to understand. Simon grabs Soap's arm and turns him around, forcing him to look up at him.

"Johnny, talk to me." His voice is so gentle still, especially when he says his name, but Soap knows it's not a request. It's his officer's voice.

"Maybe ye should ask Bug...?" He tries.

"Bug isn't as easy to break as you."

And he's right. All it takes is for his eyebrows to start pointing up pleadingly and it's over. He's weak, what can he say.

"The child," he sighs, "he's calling ye Uncle Simon. He's basically a toddler, five at most, blond, with-"

"-Brown eyes," Simon interrupts him, looking like he was stabbed. "I know, I only have one nephew."

[snowflakeanimelover]

hiii! it's been a while, i hope things are well with u! ❤️

anyway, i was the one who made the request regarding confession hcs for ban, estarossa, and gilthunder (seven deadly sins) some time ago and i was wondering if you could write it seeing that u've re-opened ur requests. not sure if there's still a slot left but i'll just try just in case xD

pls take ur time and tysm! ^o^

Of course I can write it! 

Confession HCs (Ban/Esterossa/Gilthunder)

–Ban

Ban is the type to think about it for a long time. He thinks about when it’s the right time to confess. Sure, he probably just realized his feelings for you, or maybe he’s had them for a long time, but he never actually thought about making it official between you until recently. 

He’s pretty blunt in general and doesn’t necessarily get all mushy around you. He does get teased by Meliodas, of course, of his slight blushing when you aren’t looking. And, well, he gets butterflies in his stomach when he starts to think about confessing to you.

As much as he hates the idea, he has no choice but to ask for advice from none other than Meliodas. And with that advice, he debates on whether he should actually use it or not.

When he confesses, it's the time that doesn’t make sense whatsoever. Like during a battle, he might accidentally say it out loud. If he sees you getting hurt, he can’t help but angrily yell to leave his girl/man alone. That, of course, makes him blush when you grab his attention about it.

Either way, he’ll be relieved when you accept his feelings at the end of the battle.

–Esterossa

Esterossa knows that it has to be perfect. The perfect mood, perfect time, and perfect activity. When he sets his heart to something, it’s difficult for him to let it go. So, it’s not much time before he confesses.

He usually keeps his feelings to himself and doesn’t really talk about it to anyone else. Although that may be, it’s pretty obvious what he feels when he’s around you.

He always has a blush on his cheeks and tends to avoid eye contact. As well as a nervous stutter from time to time.

His emotions are a lot different than his actions. He’s determined to have you by his side. So, he’ll confess as soon as he can, with the right timing, of course.

He’ll take you somewhere to hang out and send hints here and there beforehand to grab your attention slightly. Then, at the right time, he confesses. You can say that he gets extremely overjoyed when you accept, claiming he’ll do anything for you.

–Gilthunder

Gilthunder is confident when it comes to his work and battles. But when it comes to you, not so much. Sure, he can converse normally with you, but confidence leaves the window when the single thought of dating you comes to mind. 

He blushes, acts nervous, and isn’t sure what to say most of the time. Ultimately, he knows he won’t ever have a chance if he doesn't confess.

So, out of nowhere, with the help of his friends, of course(mostly Meliodas), he’s pushed towards you while you’re doing your own thing. It takes him a bit to recollect himself from your beauty, and then he suddenly blurts out to ask you on a date. A nice dinner someplace that you like. A place that you're comfortable in.

He wants everything to be perfect. And once the time comes, during the dinner, he’ll say everything that he loves about you and ask you to be his.

[toasty-melons]

Escaping Jackson

Ellie x reader

part 1 of ??

Part 2 :) || Part 3 :)

After Ellie and Joel officially move into Jackson, Maria gives you the job of being Ellie’s partner on patrols. While Ellie is adjusting into Jackson, you’re planning on escaping it.

< Ellie’s not mean, she’s just awkward :/ >

ALSO: i think i got my requests to work?? so you guys can request now (i hope)

TW: uhh cursing

i did not proofread <3

You pull your jacket around yourself tighter, trying to keep out the cold. It was almost mid-winter in Jackson, and you couldn't wait for it to be over already. Your shoes feel heavier with each step you take. Tugging on the backpack secured tightly to yourself, you quietly mumble an, 'almost there,' under your breath for encouragement to keep going. You look up to see your destination only a few more feet ahead.

Once you make it to the front door, you pull your hand out of your jacket pocket and knock on the door. While glancing around the front porch, you quickly stuff your hand back into your warm jacket. After a minute or two the door swings open to reveal a tall, older man. His dark brown hair and beard is littered with gray hairs that suit him rather well. He's wearing a flannel and some jeans. He clears his throat after looking at you for a moment and coming to the conclusion that he does not know who you are.

"Can I help you with something?" His voice is deep and gruff. He gives off the vibes that he would rather be doing anything else than speaking with you. Scary. You mentally shake it off and give him a soft smile.

"You must be Mr. Miller.. Joel? Um, anyways. Is.. Ellie here?" You lean slightly to the side to give yourself a better look inside behind Joel. You don't see her back there.

"Ellie? Yeah she's here.. I'll go grab her. Come on in, it's freezing out there." You take his kind offer, quickly making your way inside the door. You don't want to intrude, so you don't venture much further than a couple steps inside. You can already feel yourself starting to warm back up. Joel makes his way to what you're guessing is the living room, he yells her name. You flinch slightly at the sudden change of volume. A woman's voice, you're assuming is the girl you're looking for, yells back a, 'what?'

Joel walks further around the corner until he’s out of site. Whatever he's saying to her, you can't hear, so instead you take a glance around. It's pretty empty and dull. Boring. You didn't expect much from them, since they're pretty new here, but maybe a little something would be nice.

You hear footsteps coming your way and as you turn your head back around you have to look up slightly to meet her eyes. She has green eyes and freckles across her face. Her brown hair is on the shorter side, and is partly pulled back. Wow. She's pretty.. and intimidating. This has to be Ellie. Maria didn't lie when she described her, she is ‘pretty intimidating’ just by her looks.

"You must be Ellie? We're supposed to patrol together today. Maria told me where to find you." She looks you up and down and then turns around, walking back towards the room she came from. You furrow your brows at her actions. No, ‘hi how are you?’ Or a ‘cool, nice to meet you.’ Maybe she’s just shy? Or just plain rude? Don’t jump to conclusions. Be nice.

"I thought you would be taller." She mumbled it and you're not sure if you supposed to hear, but you did. Your eyes widen and your mouth drops open. You scoff and out of the corner of your eye, you see Joel shaking his head and walking away further into the house and then out of site again. After a few moments, Ellie comes back with a backpack now hanging off her shoulders. You close your mouth and turn to make your way towards the front door. Maria didn't lie about Ellie's smart mouth either.

You don’t stop to wait on her to close the door or to catch up with you. But you know that she did, you can feel her following close behind you. After taking a deep breath and calming your nerves you glance back at her. You meet her eyes and feel your stomach drop. God she's intimating. Why did Maria ask you to do this? You break eye contact first.

"So.. Ellie.." you hear her hum softly in acknowledgment. "What brings you guys here? Like.. to Jackson?" At first you’re met with silence and you feel your cheeks start grow red in embarrassment. Oh shit. Were you not supposed to ask or something?-

"Joel is Tommy’s brother." You stop suddenly and whip your head around to face her. She almost slams right into you. "What the-.."

"Like married to Maria Tommy? Your dad is that Tommy's brother?" So she’s in the inner circle. No wonder they got in so easily. Ellie pauses and looks away, choosing to walk around you. You watch her for a few moments and then slightly jog to catch up with her.

"Yes.. and Joel is not my dad." You both had finally made it outside the walls of Jackson. Starting your journey along the snow covered route.

"Then why are you with him?" She won’t look at you. Maybe you shouldn’t ask?

"Because.." Definitely shouldn’t have asked.

“Oh…" At this point you were now following her.

"So.. you know the route?" You walk a bit faster to be able to walk beside her instead.

"I got the idea of it. Maria explained it to me yesterday." You nod and watch your feet as you walk. You can feel her eyes on you, but you refuse to meet them, choosing to play dumb. A couple of minutes go by without the two of you saying a word. You grab the straps of your backpack and fiddle with them, a nervous habit of yours.

“So you any good with that thing or do you just carry it around for show?” You look over at her, eyebrows furrowed and confusion written all over your face. She motions her head towards your backpack. “Your bow.”

Your mouth forms into and o-shape and you nod softly, “Yeah.. I would say i’m pretty good.” Ellie grins and gives you a soft scoff. “What?” She shakes her head and shrugs.

“Nothing.. you’re just.. odd.” Rude. You furrow your brows for what feels like the hundredth time today. You slow down a good bit before you finally stop walking. She turns to look back at you before stopping completely as well.

“What’s you’re problem?” She almost looks stunned at your question. You don’t know why, she was the one being rude.

“Geez.. sor-ry.” She doesn’t sound sorry. You shake your head and bump into her shoulder while walking past her, mumbling a ‘fucking ridiculous’ and a ‘cant wait to go home’ under your breath.

Thankfully the rest of the patrol had gone peacefully and without any problems.. or comments from Ellie. When you make it back safely inside the walls of Jackson, you march your way straight to Maria. Leaving Ellie to do whatever it is that she does. Knowing exactly where to find her at this time of the day you slam the door to the Tipsy Bison open and make your way over to her.

“Hey. How did Ellie do on patrol-“ You hold up a hand to stop her from talking.

“I’m not going on patrol with her again. Or doing anything with her.. ever.” Maria chuckles and crosses her arms over her chest while looking over at Tommy, who you just noticed standing there.

“I’m guessing it didn’t go well?” You give her an exasperated noise rather than using your words. She shakes her head and shrugs slowly while taking a deep breath. “Well.. there’s not much I can do about that.. For right now, you’re the best I got to watch her on patrol.” You copy her stance and cross your arms over your chest, a frown tugging at your lips. “Don’t give me that look. Just suck it up and deal with it. Just for a little while, okay?” She gives you one of her looks. The one that no one can say no to. Dammit.

You slowly uncross your arms but the frown is still prominent on your face. You look over at Tommy and instantly know he’ll be of no help. Huffing, you roll your head to the side and sigh out a ‘..fine..’ Maria nods and places a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it firmly.

“She’s needs some friends. Other than Joel, she’s all alone.” Your face softens a bit and you can feel your heart sink a bit. “You’re more alike than you think. Just give her another chance.” You look away and shrug her hand off your shoulder.

“I already said fine.” You turn around and as you go to leave Tommy speaks up.

“She’s a good kid… and so are you.” You stop. You don’t face him. You don’t face Maria either. You feel your face start to heat up, you’re fingers twitch. You’re angry. You didn’t choose to be here. In fact, you don’t even want to be here. You’re stuck here. Forever. Maybe.

You don’t say anything as you leave. You just go straight home. Home. No. It’s just the place you stay at.. for now. Unlocking the front door to the small house, you immediately drop your backpack onto the floor. You slowly make your way to the shower. You have to get to bed soon because you have another patrol with Ellie. Ellie. Just a few more weeks. Then you can finally get the hell out of this place.

Tomorrow’s gonna be a long day.

[actuallyadhd]

This is the first time I genuinely believe that I have ADHD. Before this I kind of thought I could maybe have it but now I feel pretty sure. Like, I've been reading about it for ages (papers and stuff, not tiktok dw lol) and wayy too many things line up for it to be a coincidence y'know?

The only issue is that I don't really know what to do now. The waiting list for a diagnosis is super long, and I'm not sure if I really need it? I think I'll be fine without meds (does that mean I'm faking?), it's mainly accommodations and stuff I'm worried about. I was just wondering if there was a 'next step' I'm supposed to be taking.

Sent May 15, 2023

There isn't really an official next step. What you do depends on what you need.

Typically, you can't get accommodations without an official diagnosis, but I think there are some things you can do without that. The main problem will be that you wouldn't have any legal means to support your claim if your employer or school decided not to give you the accommodations you request.

You may be able to access an ADHD Coach without a diagnosis, and that can be really useful since their job is to help you develop systems and mechanisms so you can manage your symptoms better. Be careful when selecting a coach, though; it's not a regulated profession, so literally anyone can call themselves a coach. (I could, even, but I don't because I've never done any training specific to life coaching or ADHD coaching.) I would recommend looking for someone who has done training through IACT https://www.iactcenter.com/ because it's specific to ADHD and the person who developed the program really knows her stuff (and has ADHD).

For accommodations, I'd recommend figuring out exactly what you might require, and then thinking about how that could be logically applied without requiring official accommodations.

For example, if you have trouble meeting deadlines, flexibility would be an accommodation. But if you don't qualify for that, what are some things you can do to deal with that? Maybe setting interim deadlines for various steps so that your final step is earlier than the actual deadline could help. Maybe someone who's better at this stuff could remind you of deadlines on a regular basis.

Another example: If you don't always remember things you need to do based on a meeting, you might take notes during the meeting and then send an e-mail to your supervisor afterwards that summarizes your notes and requests clarification, so they can tell you if you missed anything. (Bonus: this can also help with any communication issues that may be happening, because it creates documentation to show that you're doing your best/not actually the one to blame.)

One more: Almost anything can be a fidget toy, so if you need to be able to fidget, do your best to use something that will give you the sensory input you need without bothering other people. Lots of things can do what you need without being disruptive, such as crochet or knitting during meetings or movies. If, on the other hand, you need to be shielded from sensory input, you can ask about using headphones or airpods to listen to music to help you focus in an open office environment, you can keep a cardigan in your desk in case the air conditioning is too strong, etc.

The idea is that you would go to your instructor or manager and say that you've noticed that X and Y is difficult for you, and you were wondering if you could start doing A or B so you can make sure you're doing the best job you can. "I'm having trouble following staff meetings, and I've noticed that if I knit during movies I can focus really well. Would it be a problem for me to bring my knitting to staff meetings?" "I know sometimes I forget what we've agreed on. I just wanted to let you know that I'm going to take notes when we're discussing things, and I wanted to ask if I can send you an e-mail afterwards to check that I didn't miss anything?" "Our office is really busy, and I have trouble focusing on my work when people are talking near my desk. I'd like to listen to music on headphones when I'm trying to focus, especially when I'm on a tight deadline. Would that be okay?"

I hope this is somewhat helpful for you. Followers, do you have any other thoughts on this?

-J

[runningfrom2am]

the sea around us; pt.2, chapter four

Snowy saw no choice but to run- wondering if Rafe will ever understand that the pogues mean everything to her. JJ gets it though. JJ will always get it.

(jj maybank x f!oc)

(rafe cameron x f!oc)

warnings/tags: violence, drug/alcohol use, smoking, sexual content (if you squint), slowburn, brother’s best friend, (these tags are obv not exhaustive but regardless it’s pretty PG13)

wc: 1.1k

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It takes us about nine hours to reach Nassau, and luckily JJ snagged some gas cans from the dock because we did end up running out. I don't know if I feel right about what happened with JJ, but I'm sure Rafe won't want me around anymore. I do know that JJ does. And he does make me happy, after all, he's my best friend. The only thing holding me back from fully being with him is thinking of Rafe, but I'll move on soon enough. Luckily, when we talked about it, JJ was understanding that I didn't want to jump into anything official with him just yet. He knows I really care about Rafe, and he doesn't expect me to immediately let him go.

We pull up onto the beach and it's dark, which is perfect conditions for us to try and hide the boat in a deserted part of the shore. "Okay, so what's our plan now?" I ask as we walk off the beach and into the dead city.

"Now's our test, how well do we know John B, like really? What would he do, where would he hide." JJ says and I nod a little.

"Full disclosure, I think I'm going to fail this test." I laugh.

"No, we've got this. We're the golden trio and we're two out of three. We just need to put our heads together on this."

"You don't know either, huh?"

"Not really, no." JJ admits.

"Okay, so, he's obviously going to be hiding, and also he's with Sarah so he's going to be somewhere safe, but this place is crawling with cops." I think out loud as we walk down an empty street. My ankle doesn't hurt nearly as bad as it did the other day, so I'm confident now it wasn't a real break. JJ is still holding onto me, though, supporting almost all my weight as I rest my arm up over his shoulders.

"Yes, right, somewhere Sarah feels safe, not right in the middle of town probably..." He agrees, nodding thoughtfully and then he stops, turning around to look behind us. "Maybe there?"

"That looks like a five-star resort, J. I don't know if that's a great place to lay low." I say, voicing my skepticism.

"Typically, no, but if Sarah could talk their way in I bet they're on the grounds somewhere, because why would they hide there? No one will look there because it's so stupid."

"I mean, I don't have any better ideas." I shrug. "It's worth a shot, but how will we get in?"

"We'll figure it out." JJ says, and we start heading toward the resort. "And if not, we can work our way through the island in the other direction, it'll narrow it down a little."

Luckily, we didn't have to do that.

We're walking along a bridge on the way to the resort when we see a blonde girl walking towards us.

"Is that... Sarah?" I say quietly, squinting a little bit to try and make out the figure. We get closer, and I get my answer before I can tell myself.

"Snowy?" I hear, and I look up at JJ. He's smiling, but looks worried. Within seconds, the girl is running up to us and throwing her arms around us.

"Oh my god, Snowy, JJ, I am so happy to see you." I grin as I hug her back.

"I'm so glad you're okay... Pope said your boat flipped, how did you get here?" I ask as we finally pull away.

"We got picked up by a cargo ship, but they tried to turn us in when we docked." Sarah explains. "Nice haircut, by the way." She grins, reaching out to touch my hair where it now ends right above my shoulders.

"Wheres John B?" JJ asks and Sarah sighs a little, turning her attention to him.

"I told him not to, but he's currently breaking into my family's vacation home on Paradise Island." She explains. "That's where the gold is."

"Where's that?" JJ asks and she points back behind us.

"It's that house, with the lights there on the beach." She points it out and we both look back.

"Holy shit, I thought Tannyhill was nice." I laugh a little.

"I'm gonna go find him, you guys go back where you and John B are camping out and we'll be back soon." JJ says, turning to me. "Stay safe, okay?" He says, planting a kiss on my forehead before taking off in a light jog back the way we came.

"Woah, uhm, what was that about?" Sarah asks me as she turns and we start to head back toward the resort.

"Long story." I sigh, but I guess there's no better time to talk about it than now. "We talked things out on the boat from Florida, well, fought it out, then we kissed... A bunch... and then I said I don't want to jump straight into another relationship so we'll just play it out and see what happens."

"Wait, back up, you and Rafe broke up?" She asks.

"Not exactly, but I doubt he'll welcome me with open arms after Pope almost killed him and I left him behind." I say sadly.

"He'll be pissed, sure, but that doesn't mean he doesn't care anymore. What if he wants to work it out?"

I sigh and shake my head. "I really don't know, Sarah. Something about being with JJ feels wrong, but he's my best friend, you know? I don't want to hurt him, besides it feels healing for me. I wanted this chance for years and now here it is on a silver platter and I don't know if I can take it."

Sarah shrugs. "Trust your gut, I guess. Don't commit to anything right now." She advises me and I nod. "In other relationship news, John B and I got married." She smiles, and my jaw drops.

"Stop, you're literally kidding." I laugh slightly.

"No ma'am. I mean, it's not legal, but the sentiment is there. That's what matters." She smiles and I stop and hug her.

"Oh my god!" I say happily and we both laugh. "Congratulations! That's so frickin' cute, you guys are perfect."

"Thank you, yeah..." Sarah smiles as she lets go. "I'm really happy. I just know he's the one for me, you know?"

"No, not really at the moment." I joke, making her laugh.

"Okay, well, yeah, not yet." She nudges me with her elbow as we keep walking.

Just as we pass the middle of the bridge, we hear a car pull up next to us and before we can even process the situation, we're both being grabbed and thrown into a van, and speeding off down the road.

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[sweatertheman]

even though i can tell you had 100% good intentions with it, i'll still politely request you delete the katana zero psychopathy post for two reasons:

1. psychopathy is generally a problematic diagnosis: its symptoms are based almost entirely on the subjective view of the people studying a person (not treating them. studying them). it primarily includes such things as:

criminal activity (only 'diagnosable' after the fact)

lacking empathy (not uncommon)

not showing regret or remorse (as far as the person making the diagnosis can tell)

not being able to form real interpersonal connection (every interpersonal connection that seems real gets re-interpreted as cunning manipulation)

defiance against authority (i don't have to spell out why that's not a good symptom for diagnosis)

"deviant sexual interests" (again, i don't have to spell that one out)

coldness (measured by the person making the diagnosis)

and, especially in children, an already existing diagnosis of adhd.

it's questionable whether psychopathy can be 'misdiagnosed' since the symptoms are mostly things that are attributed after the person making the diagnosis has already decided that they think someone is a psychopath. it's extremely subjective, and very little of it actually takes the person's own experience into consideration. in fact, there are a lot of studies actively disproving that the symptoms above have anything to do with heightened criminal activity (the thing psychopathy is said to cause). if nearly every diagnosis turns out to be a 'misdiagnosis' upon closer inspection, does that mean something was misdiagnosed, or maybe that the diagnosis is inherently wrong in of itself?

2. your post puts a lot of emphasis on there being or not being an "official" diagnosis. this makes me a little uneasy. what's official? in history, a lot of institutions have given very much official diagnoses to their patients- to imprison, torture or kill them. the idea that an official psychopathy diagnosis would make a difference one way or another implies that a greater authority can decide on someone's diagnosis and how to treat/use said someone based on it. i am sure that in zero's files, there probably is an official diagnosis for psychopathy, or if there isn't, one could be made at a moment's notice by his psychiatrist, an official mental health professional.

again, i recognise that you didn't mean anyone harm with your post, but the argument you make in it is flawed in its premise. you're absolutely right that the gamma null project just grabbed any kid that would kill people without a lot of fuss, but starting the argument by disproving zero's, fifteen's and headhunter's case of psychopathy is not the right way to go, since it implies that if there were nulls who were "real, officially diagnosed" psychopaths, the case would be different.

i hope this ask isn't upsetting, but i've seen you respond in the post itself and i thought you handled that really well, so hopefully it'll be the same with this.

yeah no, dont worry about it, it's all good!i m still not entirely sure where people are getting the idea that i was saying the NULL would not be deserving of decent treatment of they were "real psychopaths" from, but i guess i can delete the post, considering i was mistaken in my definition of psychopathy.

i would like to say that i feel like everything you've pointed out here is both useful and interesting! the fact that psychopathy is not a legitimate diagnosis and that it could be handed out on a whim based on whatever feelings the examiner has lends further credence to the idea that New Mecca doesn't care about these people at all and justifies its atrocities however it can! "official diagnosises" here just means getting a doctor to tell them whatever they already wanted to hear, that being that the NULL are actually evil soulless bastards and any mistreatment is justified if it means keeping them in line. anything to dehumanize the NULL. i dont really know how else to put it considering you laid it out so well in the ask!

i will reiterate again that i didnt mean to imply that Zero, Fifteen, and Headhunter being "real psychopaths" would have in any way made the NULL project somehow less terrible and inhumane. only that new mecca doesn't actually care if the NULL they create are "real psychopaths." it doesn't matter to them how social these people are, what connections they can and cannot form. they will claim that they're anti-social freaks regardless. psych is actively uncomfortable with the idea that Zero would be forming actual social connections.

i do agree though that my phrasing wasn't very well thought out and i guess it's easily misunderstood. when i made the post, i didnt know that psychopathy is not a real diagnosis, and was conflating the term psychopathy with the idea of someone who is antisocial, incapable of forming bonds, feels no guilt or remorse, and etc. when i set out to disprove the psychopathy of the NULL, i was trying to draw attention to the fact that the government and psych were trying to dehumanize the NULL by labelling them as psychopaths, even if they don't actually meet the criteria they had set out.

thanks for sending this message to me, you laid things out very well. ill delete the other post.

[she-who-the-river-could-not-hold]

2023 Writing Wrap-Up and Looking to 2024 Goals

I'm always so inspired by the introspective work that @kinetic-elaboration does about her work so I felt like diving into mine!

Not to sound dramatic, but it definitely took me up until the New Year for me to realize how much of a deep spiral I'd found myself in mentally in the second half of the year. It's not something I'm used to having to deal with, so I kept brushing it off as being a factor of "laziness" or just not being able to focus. So with now accepting what my starting point actually is, I'm excited for the new year to focus on improving that and working on what I'm creating!

Creating Goals:

I'd really, really like to get back into making gif sets! I'm not sure about making graphics anymore, but I really miss making gifs. So my priorities would be first finishing my season 4 gif set for Stranger Things, and then maybe doing some more fun ones or opening up for requests!

I don't have any immediate plans to make graphics again, but never say never! But I do miss moodboards as well, so maybe that's a possibility as well

Writing Goals:

The bigger one! My goal is to practice writing more drabbles and ficlets or oneshots to get my brain out of the slog of these huge WIPs I have. NOT that I'm not planning on finishing them –– in fact I'd like to really focus on getting fics completed! But I also need to, as with everything, do more warm ups and practice if I want to achieve these bigger stories. So I'm hoping to be posting more short things in the meantime, while building up my writing endurance to make more progress again on these larger stories. That'll include some new content, as well as the Six of Crows whump stories [link] and The 100 autumn-themed ones [link].

I plan to go through all of my WIPs again and reassess where they're at and what it would take to finish them. And then, does it even feel worth it? There are a couple that have been hovering over the chopping block all year so I'll see if 2024 is the year they get the official chop. It turns out on AO3 I "only" have 8 fics that are unfinished? Which I suppose compared to stories I've started, isn't terrible.

WIPs I'd like to prioritize:

dark fantasy, Bellarke AU [link]

sci-fi hanahaki disease, Bellarke AU [link]

apocalypse + mythology, Bellarke AU [link]

New WIPs I'd like to prioritize posting:

a Florida gothic inspired rock and religion themed Bellarke AU [probably a multi-chapter if I'm honest with myself]

a ghost/serial killer AU at a carnival for Nina/Matthias [oneshot]

my timeloop contribution to Troped with Eddie/Chrissy [should have been a oneshot, might be a multi-chapter]

Vibes of Plot Seedlings I'm Intrigued By:

a Bellarke, Heat AU | a Kanej, ice skating AU | a Kanej, dark Alice in Wonderland AU | rock band AU, Helnik AU

We'll see how this all goes! I'm working on letting go of expectations and unfair standards I hold to myself, so I'm attempting to truly embrace writing as a hobby and have fun with it again. So here's to actually writing this year!!

[littledarlingone]

A Happy Christmas (G. W.)

Synopsis: It’s Christmas at Hogwarts, and Sorah has no home to go to. Her plans to stay at Hogwarts spin out, though, when George Weasley makes it his mission to take her home for the holidays. (4.1k)

Warnings: mentions of no family/home, George being a smidge pushy, arguments, mentions of a fear of intimacy, fluff, afab OC, kissing, cuddling—let me know if I missed anything! <3

A/N: this is my first fic of hopefully many on here, so I appreciate any likes/reblogs/comments! Summary does this one NO justice it’s super fluffy and cozy :)

Christmas was always different for Sorah. School was predictable. Holidays were not. What was typically a season of tradition and celebration for most, was more like a scramble for shelter to her.

Since starting at Hogwarts, she’d found much more ease in the winter months. She would be welcome at Hogwarts, she had somewhere to stay. Still, she always experienced a spike in anxiety—a kind of phantom-pain—when Christmas rolled around. Which might explain her adversity to talking about it.

At the Gryffindor table, unfortunately, it was all anyone was talking about. It was like the whole house woke up and decided to do a round-robin game of where’s-everyone-going-for-the-holidays.

It made Sorah feel sick. In her house-mates' questions she heard Ministry officials’ voices— ‘where are you going to stay, now?’

Eventually the roundabout game from hell landed on her. Seamus, a few feet down the table hollered up at her, pulling her focus from the sweat on her palms.

“Oy, Brighton! What d’ya reckon you’re doing for the holidays?”

She knew he meant well. They all did—no one knew she had nowhere to go. It wasn’t something she’d shared with anyone at Hogwarts. Or really…anyone at all.

She’d had her answer brewing for 10 minutes, cultivating a nonchalant enough response between bites of scrambled eggs. ‘Sticking around, again. Maybe I'll floo home from Hogsmeade for Christmas morning, but I need to finish my arithmancy project.’

It was seamless. Sorah was almost proud of the addition about flooing home—it didn’t mention any parents but they’d all put them in the picture. It was a perfect white lie.

Before she could speak, though, a mischievous voice began instead.

“Sorah’s spending Christmas with us, isn’t that right Freddie?” Across from her, two identical faces grinned at Sorah. Her face—bathed in confusion—only made their smiles giddier.

“Right Georgie, we convinced her to finally stop studying and have some fun for once.” Little Ginny popped up from a ways down, apparently having overheard. Merlin, was everyone listening?

“Brighton’s coming? Really?” Her eyes were sparkling at Sorah with excitement, and the rest of the table (that wasn’t listening already) turned expectantly with her.

So, Sorah had to make a choice. Go to Christmas with the Weasleys, who she’d only recently acquainted—or tell everyone at the Gryffindor table that the twins were lying for some reason and risk exposing her secret. Not exactly a tough decision. The twins were chaotic, yes, but nothing would be worse than people treating her like a charity case.

Plus, if she refused the twin’s offer, she’d certainly have to explain herself to them. She was no stranger to how relentless they were.

Sorah suddenly felt very bare under their watchful gaze. Did they know already? Did Ginny?

What if they only like me because they feel bad for me, Sorah worried, but dispelled the idea from her mind in seconds. Logically, there was no way they knew. The only people who knew were Ministry officials, and she’d requested complete discretion.

The Weasley twins were just made of mischief, they were messing with her. That was all. Maybe they didn’t even want her to come. Still, she played along.

“Right, yeah, I’d almost forgotten.” She looked over at Seamus and lamely announced, “There’s your answer, Finnegan.”

Fred and George gave each other a victorious glance before answering Ginny’s—who’d moved down the table to sit by them—burning questions. Sorah stood, collecting her things and heading off to Herbology without a word.

A tension she didn’t realize she was carrying fell off the Gryffindor's shoulders in the entrance hall—away from prying eyes. She could finally walk with a slouch and stop worrying about what she looked like. That is, until a pair of footsteps snuck up behind her and her name was being called.

“Brighton.” It was a twin, that much she knew—though she wasn’t sure which one. That was the best part about them, in her opinion. They were always together. They were always Fred and George, no need to discern one from the other.

Except now only one stood before her. It was annoying, the way her day kept throwing curve balls at her.

“Look Weasley, if you tracked me down to tell me it was a joke, there’s no need. I’m not daft, I know one of your little pranks when I see it. You should tell Ginny, though.”

“What?” He startled, apparently not expecting her cold tone. “What makes you think it’s a prank?” His face was deceptively confused, though Sorah didn’t buy it for a second.

“I dunno, because it’s what you two do,” she snapped, stating it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. The twin—she still didn’t know which one—looked almost hurt that she’d think so lowly of them.

“Sure, but never with things like this,” he insisted quietly, almost secretly—and Sorah felt her stomach twisting with dread. He knows. Her skin burned at the thought, at the pity in his eyes.

“Things like what,” she challenged furiously. His eyes flicked to the floor and he rubbed his neck before he met her gaze again.

“Christmas,” he said in a quiet, matter-of-fact tone. “We don’t invite just anyone to Weasley Christmases, Brighton.”

“Really?” She asked, meanly—totally unconvinced.

“Refusing would be very unwise.” Sorah felt her icy front melt a bit at that, suddenly remembering how fun the twins could be.

“Merlin, you sounded like Malfoy, just then,” she teased lightly, trying to coax an impersonation out of him. If she did, she’d know it was Fred—he’d do impressions of anyone.

But this twin only laughed and shook his head, so she assumed she’d been talking to George. Sorah took the chance to note something about him that would help her discern one twin from the other later on. His smile was slanted—to the left, she noticed—and his laugh was smooth and low. Nothing like the hyena cackle she’d related the twins to. Huh.

In her studious task, she failed to notice herself staring even after George stopped laughing (and began staring, too). Sorah had no idea how long they’d been standing and staring at each other, only that the trickle of students coming from breakfast was quickly turning into a pour. George seemed to notice this, too, smiling again and starting to cut away.

“I’ll think on it, Weasley. Give me the day.”

George grinned, said “see you in a bit.” Before he turned away he gave her a signature Weasley twin wink.

Cheeky little bastard.

—

It took the whole day for it to sink in. The twins invited her to Christmas.

More than once she’d considered it was a prank and George only followed her out to make sure it’d work. But a piece of her wanted to believe it, too.

At lunch she sat with Ginny (or, Ginny sat with her, but Sorah didn’t mind), who gushed animatedly about her mums cooking, about family quidditch matches, and fireworks on New Years.

“We used to not be allowed, but last year the twins got Bill to convince mum and there was this big red lion head that roared and Fred made one of Percy’s sour face—“

“Can I ask you something,” Sorah blurted, drawn from her thoughts. Ginny—still fidgeting with excitement—nodded for her to continue. “Why’d the twins invite me to Christmas, do you think?”

Ginny thought for a moment before answering.

“It wasn’t exactly the twins, was it,” was all she decided to say.

“What do you mean by that?”

“They’re both good at playing along with the other’s plots,” Ginny explained evasively, “but personally? I don’t think it was Fred’s idea to invite you.”

“Okay, fine, say it was just George then. That still doesn’t explain why.”

Ginny shrugged her shoulders and hummed in uncertainty. “No idea. Maybe ‘cause you’re cool. All I know is that those two rarely make plans alone.”

Sorah sat with those words for the rest of lunch and classes after. Her final lesson of the day—Herbology in the Wild, a new elective—was spent by the Black Lake. The task was to locate five aquatic plant species (the focus of their curriculum at the moment) and document their observations, including a sketch.

She’d found a Sirenflower easily enough, and had now—undeterred by the frigid December temperature—ditched her shoes, socks, and robe to wade into the water.

In the midst of her search, a familiarly smooth voice interrupted her.

“Fancied a swim, Brighton?” The sun from behind Sorah shined just right, illuminating George casually leaning on a nearby tree. She ignored his jest and let her burning question loose, suddenly emboldened.

“You are George, aren’t you?” She watched one eyebrow quirk upwards, and quickly added, “And don’t lie, or I’ll know.”

He considered her for a few moments, and Sorah could see his eyes spark with something before he slowly shook his head.

“Try again, sweetheart,” he disagreed. His eyes had a smugness in them as he continued, and his smile pulled to the left. “Don’t beat yourself up about it, me and George are one and the same. It was a fifty-fifty cha—“

“No, you’re lying.” It wasn’t a question. George smiled that lopsided grin at her.

“You’re good,” was all he said.

She continued wading through the lake then, and he followed her on the shore—conveniently scooping her abandoned clothes up so they wouldn’t get buried in snow.

“Why’d you invite me to Christmas, George?” Sorah used her wand to illuminate what looked like a freshwater dragonsnare, but it was only a talking clam. “Or I guess I shouldn’t say invited—more like I was tricked.”

“Tricked?” He spluttered, feigning offense. At Sorah’s less-than-amused glance toward him his mischief softened into something akin to verity. “You don’t want to come?”

“I’d be perfectly fine staying here. I always do,” she insisted, albeit a bit quietly. In truth, she did want to go, she just wasn’t sure she trusted George’s intentions.

“Doesn’t mean you always have to.” His response was just as quiet, if not quieter. Panic was rising slowly in Sorah’s throat. He knows, he knows, he knows.

She wanted to grab him by the ear and pinch until he confessed—but there was a very real possibility that he knew nothing at all.

“You haven’t answered my question,” she pointed out.

“If you don’t feel welcome—“

“It’s not that, George, it’s—!”

“Look,” he began, “I’ve already told my mum. So either you come, or…”

Sorah gawked in disbelief. There it was, unraveled from any sweet-talking or niceties. An ultimatum.

“Tricked,” she scoffed.

“And if I was tricking you? Would that really be so bad, Sorah, to be tricked into spending Christmas with my family?”

Sorah took sudden interest in her assignment again, wading further into a shallow bank. George waited on dry land.

Upon finding a patch of melograss, she finally spoke again.

“Toss me my journal?” Her hands dipped into the freezing water to inspect the specimen. When she heard no response from George she stood with a huff, only to find him right beside her. He’d shed his robes and things as well, following her into the freezing lake—shivering the whole way. In his right hand was her journal.

“It’s bloody cold. You could freeze to death out here.” Sorah just sighed and cast a warming charm on him. His thanks were only met with her outstretched palm.

“My journal, please,” she demanded impatiently. To her dismay, he held it above his head instead.

“Say you’ll come.”

Sorah—ever so stubborn—did not. Her journal was whipping into her hand in seconds, courtesy of a wordless accio. Not a word was uttered after, either—Sorah merely crouched again to better see the plant. Defeated, George stood and observed her as she scribbled notes.

“What is it?” Sorah hummed half-heartedly in response, not quite wanting him to elaborate. She didn’t want to talk about Christmas anymore. George was far too good at dancing around what he really meant, and Sorah far too incapable of identifying what’s true. So she just hummed. “That plant, what’s it called?”

Sorah didn’t give him any more than the name—her tone clipped for additional emphasis. She hoped he would turn tail and wade back to shore, but knew better by then.

“Right…what’s it do?”

“Well,” Sorah let out a long exhale, “it’s not known for its usefulness—more for the legend surrounding it. It’s commonly said that if a mermaid consumed melograss, its song could be heard above water. Many herbologists and monster-experts believe that’s the origin of sirens in muggle mythology, and the false duplicity of mermaid species in early texts. There’s much more on mermaid tricks and why most have stopped using natural magics, but it’s—what?”

George cursed his stupid grin for stopping her ramblings, but he couldn’t seem to chase it from his lips. How she could go on so long about a patch of grass and make it interesting was beyond him.

“Go on.”

Sorah was apprehensive, staring up at George from her position hunched over—gauging the mirth in his eyes. She wouldn’t be made fun of for being educated. But there was none whatsoever.

“There’s much more, but it’s quite complex. It involves the mer-peoples’ political history as well as their religion—so its base threads are quite long.”

“Mermaid politics?” George asked, and when she looked up there was much humor in his eyes again. She stood to meet his gaze.

“They’re quite sophisticated, I’ll have you know. You’d be surprised. They’re intelligent—just the same as you and me, just…different.”

“Different how?”

“Well, the gills for one,” Sorah joked.

“Oh the gills, how’d I forget them,” George laughed, Sorah joining him.

They spent entirely too long inspecting the mundane patch of grass—Sorah guiding George’s hands to the small bumps on the underside of each blade.

When she finally moved on, George went with her. Two pairs of eyes raked through the shallows now, the sound of water parting around their ankles breaking the silence.

After finding her last specimen, they turned back to fetch their forgotten clothing.

“George?”

The redhead looked over at her, studying her face—cheeks and nose rosy from the cold air. He felt the tension rising between them again.

“Yes?” Sorah seemed to think for a while, her eyes cast up toward the trees. When she spoke, a forced smile on her face, George could feel the substance of her thoughts slip through his fingers.

“Shouldn’t you be in class?”

“I have a free period,” he said simply, taking her arm to pull her to a stop. “What’d you really want to ask?”

She sighed.

“Why didn’t you just ask me to come to Christmas?”

And the tension resumed, her wall rising slowly between them.

“Well…you’d have said no.”

“As is my right, Weasley,” Sorah said, beginning to bristle.

“Yeah, and you use it to push everyone around you away,” he mumbled.

“What? I don’t—I don’t push anyone away, that’s—“

George interrupted her angrily, not caring if she knew he’d been observing her anymore, now pointing out everything he’d noticed.

“Oh, really? Why aren’t you friends with your dorm mates then? How come you never come to parties, or Hogsmeade days? And you turned down every bloke in our year for the Yule Ball!”

Sorah reeled back, scoffing. “Is that what this is? You’re upset that I rejected you for some stupid school dance so you’re punishing me?”

“Punishing you? I just want to help you, Sorah. Merlin, I-I want to know you!” His hand was warm on her arm, solid and sure—unlike the fluttery heat of her magic. Cracks ran through his voice when he spoke once more. “I want to let you know me.”

Sorah wanted to believe in him so badly that her body felt the strain of it. It was a crushing weightless, a hesitant consumption. There was an angry frog in her throat that had been croaking for generations.

“No, you don’t.” Her protest came out in a pathetic whisper, her eyes tracing the reflections on the dark water’s surface.

George released her arm and stepped back, and she felt a choking relief. But he spoke again, quiet yet assertive.

“Sometimes I wish I wasn’t a twin.” Sorah peeked up at him, confused at his shift of topic. He looked small, and his eyes were so open—so raw—Sorah couldn’t bear to look. “Not because I want to rid myself of Freddie, or anything. He’s my brother, I love him, I just…even if we just weren’t identical twins, at least then my face could be my own. But the way things are…I’ll always be the second half of a whole.”

“Why are you telling me this?” Sorah’s voice only shrunk the more she spoke. Her eyes were drawn to his, even when his gaze was burning her with it’s intensity.

“Because I want you to know.”

“Why?”

He stepped back into her space, his fingers pushing some hair behind her ear.

“I care about you, that’s why. I care about what you think.”

“Right—“ But George wasn’t done.

“And I can tell you’re scared to let me—or bloody anyone else in, and that’s okay. Take your time, tell me nothing, I don’t care! Just let me…be around you. That’s all I’m asking.”

“I…,” Sorah’s mind was on override, working through every nuance to his words. “Okay.”

“Yeah?” George was smiling, a small thing unlike any Sorah had ever seen on him. It wasn’t teasing or mischievous, it was shy. Reserved. Her okay hadn’t meant yes, but she thought that maybe it should.

“Mhm,” Sorah hummed, smiling.

—

The Weasley home—the Burrow, George had called it—felt grander than Hogwarts. Sorah was like a first year before it, gaping and small, marveling at what magic could entail. George pulled her along by the hand.

Inside was even better—a record spun somewhere, playing a silky smooth tune that floated through the house. To the right, in a kitchen that seemingly ran itself, pots sizzled and steamed. Sorah could smell potatoes and chicken and a hint of something sweet.

She rubber-necked all the way down the hall until she couldn’t see wooden spoons or whisks anymore, and was forced to examine the living room instead (which wasn’t much of a let-down).

George left her spinning in circles as he leapt up the stairs, yelling for his mum. Sorah was too distracted to really notice, mesmerized by the knitting needles working over a ball of yarn all on their own.

Something chimed behind her, and Sorah whirled around to see an old clock with ten-too-many hands, each with a Weasley’s face on the end of it. She noted that the group of Weasley’s who she had just arrived with was now pointing to home.

“Bill and Charlie should be coming tomorrow,” Ginny said, now standing beside Sorah. “Ever met them?”

“Not really, no.” Sorah found their faces, both hovering over work. She smiled incredulously, because ‘work’ felt incredibly vague considering what those two did for a living. “I remember them from school, though.”

Ginny smiled beside her, looking at their clock-faces, too. “I think you’ll get along.”

“Hope so,” Sorah mumbled.

George came flying down the stairs then, hair askew and jacket gone, leaving him in a waffled flannel shirt that hugged his torso. Sorah felt a little warmer.

“Gin, Mum wants you.” With that, Ginny was hurtling past George and up the stairs, a backpack carelessly slung over one shoulder. George watched Sorah from the bottom step, only speaking once the stairs stopped squeaking.

He said, “C’mon Brighton, let’s get you settled in,” but it sounded like are you okay?

She said, “Okay,” but it felt like thank you.

—

Break seemed to fly by and yet lasted forever. It felt timeless and short-lived all at once. There wasn’t a moment to mull these things over, and still Sorah thought it the whole while. Her time felt borrowed, and she devoted every minute to the boy who loaned such irreplaceable memories to her.

Cooking with his mother, ice skating on the frozen pond over the hill, cleaning the attic, walking into town—and George giving Sorah his scarf. Dancing to Molly’s old records after dinner. She’d met Bill and Charlie, as promised, and they did get along. Marvelously.

Sorah got along with everyone, in fact, and come Christmas Eve she was telling stories at breakfast, helping with the dishes at lunch, and laughing with Ginny at dinner until they were both crying over each others’ snorts. George’s insides turned gooey at the sight, and he knew his teeth couldn’t hold back the honey his tongue was secreting much longer. Couldn’t ignore the sticky-sweet words that slipped through the gaps when he was lost in her.

George couldn’t find himself that night. Not when she had tucked her feet between her favorite blanket and her favorite chair—because she had a favorite of all the things in his house, now. Certainly not when she’d opened the sweater Molly made her—embellished with a big S—and pulled it on right away, swimming in everything Weasley.

After everyone had gone to bed, leaving the two of them (Fred not without a wink), Sorah abandoned her chair for the spot beside George. She extended her blanket out and he pulled her and it over himself all at once. Her legs sat bent over his, a knee pressing comfortingly into his chest. A moment later her head laid onto his shoulder as well, and he wrapped his arm around her to run his hand along the expanse of her back.

The fire cracked in the silence, and Molly’s knitting needles clicked in a steady rhythm. Neither knew how much time passed before Sorah uttered George’s name, but his warm hand had crept under her layers to press into her side.

George hummed drowsily in response, too focused on the sensation of her fingers tracing shapes into his free palm to form words.

“Thank you. For letting me stay here,” Sorah whispered, and only their close proximity saved her words from drifting into nothing. “I didn���t have anywhere else to go.”

And to Sorah it felt like jumping over the Burrow to say, but George simply said, “I know,” when she was sure that he did not. She wanted to curse him for making her spell it out, but she also wanted him so badly to know.

“No, George, I…“ Her stomach was in knots, and she felt the frustration heat her face. It was like speaking a foreign language, Sorah had no clue how to translate her feelings into something George could understand. “I d-don’t—“

“Sorah,” George stopped her, his hand coming up to her face, lifting it from the crook of his neck so their eyes met. So she could see the implication of his words. “I know.”

And though she was confused, Sorah felt herself deflate with relief. She had no idea how he could know, but he did, and she was just grateful to not have to say it. Even more so that he wasn’t surprised, and that he didn’t seem to pity her the way she feared he would. His eyes just looked warm, and his fingers still moved steadily against her ribs, grounding her.

“How?” George winced a little at the question, like he didn’t think she’d like the answer, but she knew when he answered that he was telling the truth.

“My dad…he works for the ministry, yknow?” He fiddles with a strand of her hair, smooths his thumb over her temple. “I saw some paperwork I shouldn’t have. M’sorry, love.”

And she wants to curse him again, for using a nickname like love when she’s supposed to be upset with him. But she knows she only has herself to blame—because he could call her anything, and she’d be too focused on the way his lips moved to think about what he was actually saying.

Without thinking, she’s sliding one of her legs under herself, pressing her shin into his thigh so she can turn into him. So she can press a tender kiss into the corner of his mouth.

Sorah keeps her eyes closed when she pulls away, too scared to see his reaction. She feels George bring his hand to the back of her neck, feels his breath on her lips. And when her eyes flick open she glimpses his head tilting before he slots his nose next to hers to kiss her properly.

They both taste like the hot cocoa Molly made, lips soft and sweet like the marshmallows in it. Their hands roam innocently, the feeling of each other’s sweaters much softer than their own.

Something light swallows Sorah from the inside out—George’s safety is so consuming that it almost scares her. It does scare her. But she finally understands why the closeness is worth the fear.

They pull away, but neither wanders far. Sorah marvels at what his face looks like so close up, grinning and soft. She mindlessly brings a finger up to trace his lopsided smile, his crooked nose. Kisses him again. Says, “Happy Christmas, George.”

And it is.

[bravewolfvesperia]

Oh, dear. He's gone and found himself an apron now, too, and a chef's hat, just to make it all feel more... OFFICIAL. " Starting now... " He tells Yuri, excitement practically oozing from his tone as he shuffled about the kitchen area, pulling out items and ingredients that most certainly did not go together in a dish, " ... I will see to all of your meals! I understand we are both busy with our separate affairs, but this is the least I can do after everything that's happened. I'll even take requests, so go ahead! Give me some ideas, Yuri; maybe even your favorite dish of all time? "

Somehow, there's already a random fire in the bowl of water he'd set aside, and something that looks akin to roadkill on the counter beside it. Still, that smile is ever bright, and were he to glow anymore radiantly, the good townsfolk may mistake HIM for the sun itself. // I'm so sorry, I had to. He just... wants to do SO much for Yuri, even if he doesn't realize he's causing him more trouble. XD

@tenebriism

Oh no. Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no.

There is so much going on here. There is a happy Flynn, a Flynn that wants to cook all his meals, he's taking suggestions but has already started something, that something is on fire - wait, he has water on fire?!, and Yuri knows he has made a mistake that he can never take back because he will not tell Flynn to stop.

Okay okay okay he can... salvage this. Somewhat. Remotely. Mildly. Possibly. If he's lucky. Which he's usually not.

What does Flynn like, what does Flynn like...

Pork miso soup. Got it.

"Well first of all, since you're cooking, why don't we focus on something you like? Second, therefore, I'm saying pork miso soup. If you want something I like, we'll make mabo curry next time." Yes - we. He cannot be left alone like this.

"Third..." Yuri carefully grabs the bowl of fire-water and dumps it into the sink. "We need a free bowl, not one that's on fire." And... oh god, what are some of these garnishes? Did he just pick at random?! Without even having a plan on what to make?! What was he going to do, just throw something together and hope it worked out?!

Okay okay okay... Deep breaths. He's gonna do this and Flynn is gonna stay happy.

"Fourth! After everything that's happened, it's better to spend time with me, right? Instead of cooking on your own? Without my help? Right? Great, because I want to spend time with you too." He feels bad saying it right now like this because it is one hundred percent to curb disaster, but at least it's... true? Like, it is true, it's just... not the situation he would have preferred to say it in!

So the first thing he does is sort through the seasonings until all that's left will match how the pork miso soup should end up tasting. If Flynn is still hiding something in that apron pocket, Yuri has decided he cannot possibly be responsible for it going that far.

They should probably have rice with the soup too... Flynn... Flynn can do that, right? He can make rice at least, right...? "Can you... get the rice? And work on cooking that? Then cut the pork thin when you're done? I'll get the vegetables." He is very resolute that he is getting the vegetables that will be going into this food. That way, even if Flynn cooks the vegetables into the soup, he can't decide on something wholly unfitting in the first place.

"You want the food to be really good, right? So wouldn't it be even better if we both made it?" God he feels so bad manipulating the situation like this, but god, his ways are limited...

So, what, he makes his food with love, so he said to everyone else once... and now he makes food with Flynn? So, what, he makes his food with love and Fly-- He's going to stop thinking about this now!

"That's my idea, Flynn. We make it together and start with one of your favorites today and worry about mine another day. You still get to cook, you get to do it with me, and then we'll have everyone eat it later." Damn. He really needs to stop subjected everyone else to it. But... the more people that eat it, the happier Flynn will be, right...?

Right. He's doing this for Flynn's happiness and everyone's survival. After all, Flynn is always so busy now as commandant... Yuri can't just... take away one of the few things... he gets to do... that makes him happy... right...? He shines even brighter when he's cooking than when he's wielding a sword... Can't... take that... away from him...

[bots-and-cons]

#2 Day of asking random ahh questions to the blogs I follow

Okay so since I can't really ask for HCs and stuff for your ocs bc obviously requests are closed atm, how about would Neutroshot and Ballista would meet each other at some point? Or are they just in their own separate stuff going on?

Oh boy Ballista is officially turning into my second TFP OC. And since I'm just unable to answer shortly, you get some stuff about the duo. This is kinda gonna complicate the things with my whole Arcee shipping thing, but oh well, I'll figure it out.

After that last ask, I actually decided that they're siblings, twins to be exact. They joined the decepticons together back in the day. They were pretty close back then but they sort of drifted apart when Neutro started her relationship with Starscream, because Ballista absolutely did not and still does not like Starscream. When the twin. first joined the decepticons, they were assigned to different duties but they still shared a habsuite. Ballista started noticing that she saw Neutro less and less, and when she was arond, she was always irritable and very snappy. The times she wasn't around, she was with Starscream. Ballista tried to knock some sense into her sibling, but she never listened, and even after Neutro and Screamer broke up, Neutro could never admit that Ballista had been right.

They actually deserted the decepticons separately, Neutro left first and of course this brought a bit of a shitstorm down on Ballista. She was questioned for a long time by Starscream and she became a bit of an outcast, because of what Neutro did. Ballista eventually ended up following in her sibling's footsteps and leaving the cons, but while Neutro didn't really hold a grudge, Ballista most definitely does. She was treated very badly after Neutro left and she especially holds a grudge against Starscream. Ballista deserted the cons too, and while she doesn't actively seek revenge against the cons, at least not often, but she does take it when she gets the chance. They both ended up on earth, Neutro more by chance and Ballista because she was following the Nemesis for getting some payback.

So yeah, here are some ramblings about the two and I've decided to ship Neutro with someone other than Arcee, at least in the future, maybe I'll develop some sort of drama between Arcee and the twins, but I'm pretty set with Arcee and Ballista.

[masterjedilenawrites]

Hey 🤗

So happy to hear that you're trying to get back to your writing 😊

So, for the fluff alphabet... Since I'm very indecisive in general... 🤦‍♀️

B, D, F, J, L, M, O, P for Hound, Thorn and Gregor, maybe...🙈🤭

If it's too much (probably is), you pick randomly what you want and feel like writing. I'll be happy and grateful with anything you do 💕💗

Oh gosh, so many letters 😅 haha I'll alternate between the three guys, but so glad you're requesting them because I'm eager to continue exploring their characters! (I still owe you some spicy HCs for them too 😉) Hope you're doing well friend!

B | Beauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

If Thorn could answer everything without getting an eye roll, he would. He genuinely means it. Their spirit, their wisdom, their appearance, their laughter... There isn't a single flaw or fault he could ever find in his partner, regardless if that's actually a healthy mentality to have or not. Once he's fallen in love, the rose colored lenses come on and he's completely lost in their entire beautiful self.

D | Dreams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

Gregor definitely wants to settle down. Though he likes staying active and is always down for an adventure, he's also quite tired of the all travel as a soldier. He'll appreciate a more stationary life with his S/O, where he can take on long-term projects and get involved in the community. He also enjoys teaching and would love if his partner did too; they'd mentor kids and adults alike.

F | Fight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

Hound doesn't get upset on his own, but if his partner's upset then he starts to lose it a little. He's more empathetic than he realizes, and if he can't quickly fix the problem or say the right things to calm them down, he gets frustrated. He'll huff and storm off, taking his mastiffs for a walk to strategize. He never argues and is quick to apologize if he does make a mistake.

J | Jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Thorn gets jealous from time to time. But those times usually don't last long. He's never shy in straight-up asking his S/O what's going on, should he be worried, etc. He knows he can trust his partner and that they deserve to have good attention from others. If they're comfortable, he is, too. Just sometimes he'll feel a little sting of insecurity, like any other guy would with a gorgeous S/O.

L | Love Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

Gregor wouldn't know what came over him. One minute he was casually hanging out with his best friend, and the next, he's tearfully admitting to every hidden thought and secret emotion he'd ever harbored for them. He's practically on his knees and maybe he should be embarrassed, but damn if he isn't so gosh darn full of yearning that he doesn't care anymore. Now his heart's on the line and there's no going back.

M | Marriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

Hound would have been hesitant about getting into a relationship, so in his mind, having committed to that means they're set for life, right? His partner will likely need to do the proposing... and the planning, and the paperwork, and tying all the other bows to make things official. He'll say he wants a small, intimate ceremony, but he knows so many people it becomes a whole big thing.

O | On Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

When Thorn is around his S/O, it is very obvious, despite all his best efforts to pretend otherwise. He can't help but be enamored by them, engaged in everything they say, somehow always close by no matter what's going on. When they're apart, then it's a lot easier for him to play it cool and act like a good solider who is definitely not breaking any rules, no sir.

P | PDA - Ae they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Gregor isn't shy with the fluffy stuff. Hand holding, pecks on the cheek, casual snuggles or foot rubs. If he's been away from them for a while, he'll also just go in for that long-awaited smooch, regardless who else may be around. The more suggestive/spicier stuff he'll save for more private locations... unless he's maybe had a bit too much to drink, then he finds it funny to tease in public.

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