#''hi nate'' ''hi katie''

[oh-meow-swirls]

kinda funny how nate/katie's human friendships aren't focused on like. at all. n then when making 3 i guess they were like "let's give nate friends who aren't yo-kai actually. as a treat-"

[cyanide-sippy-cup]

The adaptations of/canonical stories of games with multiple playable protagonists should focus on both. I adore Yokai Watch but the anime did Katie so fucking dirty and, by proxy, her and Nate's friendship. In the games, they feel like genuine friends who run in the same circle. But not in the anime, and I'm upset because they totally could've had them BOTH be the protagonists who are given watches and made to interact with the world and each other in a unique way to the games but instead Katie's just this girl Nate has a crush on with a tiring joke about him being average. They don't even feel like friends in the show, it feels like they have mutual friends in Bear and Eddie and that's how they run in the same circles. Boo.

[draconic-distress]

ykw 30 day 26!! I couldn’t pick a favorite I love all of them they are so so silly my friends :)

[thee-morrigan]

what happens after you?

the wayhaven chronicles // nate sewell x holland townsend (f!detective) // rated E bc smut (with feelings! and so much eye contact!) // ~4.7k words // cw: mild body horror in the intro (concerning the skeletal mechanics of becoming a vampire)

Well, sex with your vampire boyfriend is one way to distract yourself from a nightmare about turning into one yourself, I guess.

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Two hundred and six. 

There are two hundred and six bones in her body, and all of them are breaking, each one beginning to remake itself before the break is even fully realized. 

These are messy, cracking fractures: crush-injury fissures snaking along her ribs, spiderwebbing across her sternum, the irregular cavities of her spine chipping into shrapnel that tears at the soft, friable tissue of the organs that evolution built them to protect. 

Two hundred and six pieces of her very foundation, powerless against this too-foreign threat of supernatural seismology. Bones turned to bombs, to just-fired bullets, casing exploding free, all surroundings made collateral damage.

In any other circumstance, she might appreciate the humor in bone growth cells being called osteoblasts.   

Most of the joints in the adult human body are considered freely movable. She knows this, tries to remind herself how many of the connection points across her bones are built to stretch, to fall apart and fall back together. Tries to forget those that are considered immovable, like the sutures between the flat bones of her skull, which feels like it is attempting to supersede basic biology in an encore ossification that her body is not meant to handle. Not built to endure.

Tries to remind herself of the extraordinary capacity of bone tissue to remodel itself in response to mechanical stress, but she can’t think, can’t think, can’t think around this devastation and reform. Can hardly breathe through it, as if her ribs have caged the very air in her lungs. 

However moveable her joints were meant to be, she does not think they were meant to stretch this feely.

Does not think her bones — her cartilage — her tendons — were supposed to demand space from her in this way, to demand space for themselves that her body would have forfeited sometime around her twentieth birthday. To demand space she doesn’t have, is not supposed to have at this point, cartilage pushing relentlessly through the seams of her, sure as ivy on old buildings. 

And just as invasive. 

Pushing and pushing and pushing, until there are no words she knows to voice any emotion, let alone the aching roar rending through her bones. No language to give shape to the relentless, gripping pressure squeezing her limbs, holding her down, restraining her, containing her in this body that is not her body—

“Holland.”

If he hadn’t had supernatural reflexes, she might have broken his nose. 

Some small part of her subconscious latched onto the sweet sound of his voice like a lifeline and she jerked awake and upright with a strangled cry. She wrenched her body away from the mattress as if she weren’t sure she could, kicking her legs free of the tangle of sheets and duvet before folding herself over her bent knees. She pressed her forehead against her kneecaps and willed her breathing to level out, willed herself to focus on the sensations she felt now, the ones that were real, instead of the ones in her mind. 

The stretch of muscle in her shoulders — mild, almost pleasant — as she leaned forward. 

The cool pressure of her own fingers against the backs of her ankles, the sharp edges of her fingernails against her skin, and the little half-moon indentations she was undoubtedly leaving there.

The gentle weight of Nate’s hand on her back, smoothing slow lines along her spine, the warmth of his skin seeping through the thin cotton of the oversized t-shirt she'd worn to bed. His hands were always so much warmer than hers, and she wanted nothing more than to sink into it, the warmth of that body heat, wonderfully solid and real.

“Are you okay, rouhi?” His voice was a murmur, as soft and gentle as the caress of his hand along her spine.

Holland gave herself one more deep breath to settle the frenetic drumming of her heart. One more breath, and she unclenched her hands from her ankles, easing her shoulders back and turning her head to look at him, cheek resting against her knees. 

One hand still rubbing her back, Nate leaned forward and brushed the other over the side of her face, smoothing back the hair that had fallen across it, the pale strands almost silvery in the dim glow of the street lamps and moonlight that filtered through her bedroom windows. 

“Yeah,” she rasped, wincing at the dryness in her mouth. And at the worry creasing his face as he watched hers. 

Cleared her throat. Tried to clear her mind. “Just bad dreams.” 

"So I gathered." His frown deepened, and she had to flick her eyes away from his, from the sadness and concern clouding them. 

He traced his thumb along the ridge of her cheekbone, a feather-light graze. She leaned into it, that gentle touch, pressed her cheek against his hand like a stroked cat, her eyes drifting shut as she released another slow breath. Let the sensation ground her, pull her out of the hollow,  jangly space in her mind, fragmented with remnants of the nightmare, lightning-quick flashes of slides on a reel. Pull her back out of that dream-body, frozen and breaking, hers and yet not. 

"You were screaming," he added, and even with her eyes closed, the thread of worry in his voice burned a bright line through her, wove itself into a burning knot in her chest.

She grimaced and opened her eyes again. At least they'd stayed at her apartment last night instead of the warehouse. Otherwise, she'd have gotten the added bonus of probably alarming all four vampires rather than just the one in her bed. 

"Sorry," she said, apology streaking across her face. "I didn't mean to wake you up."

His frown deepened again, briefly, before smoothing into a gentle smile, though it didn't entirely mask the worry in his eyes. "Please don’t apologize. I’d rather you wake me than deal with it alone," he said, running his thumb over her cheek again. 

“You are incessantly good to me,” she said, the taut line of her mouth easing a bit as she straightened, shifting closer to nestle her body into his. He wrapped his arms around her, letting her tuck herself against him as he leaned back against the headboard.

"It's very easy to be good to you," he murmured, fingers brushing along the ends of her hair, stroking the back of her neck. "And you deserve nothing less." 

Curled up against him like this, Nate’s voice was something she felt as much as she heard. Lulled by the steady rhythm of his breathing and the warmth of his body, Holland felt herself start to relax, the tension in her muscles easing. She let out a contented sigh as she buried her face in the crook of his neck, breathing him in. 

At this hour — whatever hour it was — it was so easy to let herself drift into this feeling, to cocoon herself in the soothing scent and feel and sound of him, without interrogating it. Without wondering if and how much she should worry about the effect he always seemed to have on her. Whether she relied on it too much. 

Without wondering, too, as she sometimes did, whether he realized just how deeply he affected her. The hold he had on her.

His fingers still rubbing gentle circles along the back of her neck, he spoke again, his voice a susurrant rumble against her ear. “Would it help to talk about it?”

She blew out a breath. “I don’t know. I doubt it. I only remember bits and pieces, anyway.”

He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, a warm drop of sunlight. 

“You could tell me the bits and pieces,” he said into her hair.

I was the bits and pieces, she thought, though she kept it to herself, swallowing the accompanying bubble of mirthless laughter that threatened. She knew her tendency towards casual irreverence usually tended to make him worry about her more.

Especially if that irreverent commentary happened to be about a nightmare wherein she was fairly confident she had been midway through becoming a vampire herself. Or about to die trying.

Although perhaps that at least answered the question of exactly which part of what he’d said to her all those weeks ago had scared her most. Or at least had latched itself most securely into her brain, where it now shifted and scraped like a stone in her shoe. Which was kind of refreshing, she supposed, if she wanted to be all silver-linings about it. 

When you’re my age, I’ll remind you of this conversation.

At the time, she’d been more fixated on a different piece of subtext in his comment: the casual confidence with which he’d seemed to be suggesting —assuming — that they’d still be together, or at the very least still in each other’s lives, after a few hundred years. 

As if that were something anyone could possibly know. 

Let alone with the degree of certainty usually reserved for statements like, "The sky is blue."

Honestly, she’d given relatively little thought to the other implication in his words that day. At least, not in the context of their relationship. Tried not to think about it in that particular context, actually.

Her humanity. Her mortality.

Later, she knew, she would have to. Later, she would have to think about it — would have to talk about it — in a great many contexts, probably. Would have to face questions whose answers eluded her, ones that she couldn't answer, at least not now.

She hoped they even had answers. Hoped they were ones she could face.

And hoped that, when she did have to face them, those questions, their corresponding answers were better than — were something other than — “I don’t know.”

Her stomach clenched. No, that was not a conversation she was prepared to have right now. Not with him or anyone else. 

Herself included. 

It was much easier to focus on the steady beat of his heart and the way his fingers moved along her skin, coaxing her into a state of calm. 

"Honestly," she said finally, shifting against him as she tilted her face up to look at him. "I'd rather just forget about it." 

Nate traced his fingers over her jawline, thumbing her bottom lip free from her teeth, where she’d been worrying it absentmindedly, digging her canines into a corner of her mouth as she thought.

“All right,” he said softly, eyes searching her face, thumb still resting against her lips. “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. But I am always happy to listen if ever you do.”

That burning knot in her chest tightened again at the depth of emotion that simmered in his dark eyes, the open sincerity of his face. Her throat bobbed. She knew he meant it. Knew he'd be just as willing to listen even if he knew what thoughts shaped her nightmares, what fears woke her in the middle of the night.

It was too much. The way he looked at her, the way he touched her, the way he made her feel.

She had no idea what to do with it, with everything he made her feel.

She knew one thing, though: she didn't want to let it go. 

She reached up to trace the curve of his jaw, her fingers trailing down his neck as she leaned forward to brush her mouth against his. 

It was slow at first: gentle, indolent, as if they were savoring the taste of each other, and she let herself sink into the warmth of it, the warmth of him, seeping into her skin and settling against her unbroken bones. 

They broke apart for a moment and Nate rested his forehead against hers, voice soft as breath against her skin. "Are you sure you're okay?"

No. Maybe. She would be, anyway. 

"Yeah." She opened her eyes to meet his, dark with wanting, though not so much that it masked the shimmer of concern. "I'm okay," she murmured.

He searched her eyes for a moment longer before leaning in to kiss her again, more deeply this time, sucking gently at her bottom lip and coaxing a moan from her. He smoothed his hands down the curve of her back, sliding beneath the hem of her t-shirt, tracing the soft skin of her hips, her waist, his fingertips feather-light as they skimmed over her bare skin.

She shivered at his touch, leaning into it, into him, threading her fingers through his hair as she deepened the kiss, pulled him closer. It was always like this with Nate — a slow-motion free fall into something that felt increasingly — dangerously — essential. His hands tightened on her waist, tugging her forward until she was straddling him, bare thighs bracketing his hips, her body flush against his. He rolled his hips up into her and she arched her back, a soft gasp spilling from her lips as he broke the kiss, brushing his lips over the curve of her jaw.

Her fingers trailed down the back of his neck, sending shivers down his spine, and he couldn't resist the urge to kiss her again, slow and thorough, savoring the sweetness of her mouth. He'd never had anything like her—had never felt so drawn to someone, so consumed by their presence. It still surprised him, the effect she had on him, the intensity of his feelings for her. He pulled her closer, running his hands over the smooth skin of her thighs, and up along the curves of her hips, hands tightening as she rocked into him, sliding a hand down his chest and tracing lines along the smooth, skin-warm fabric of his shirt, fingers toying with the buttons.

She flicked the top one open as she broke the kiss with a shuddered breath and trailed open-mouthed kisses down the column of his neck. Her tongue dipped into the hollow of his throat as she thumbed open the next button and Nate groaned at the gentle scrape of her teeth against his collarbone. By the time she reached the third, her mouth had almost caught up to her hands, a wandering trail of kisses against his chest, his skin like silk against her tongue, a flame against her skin.

He pulled back, releasing her just long enough to tug his shirt over his head and toss it aside.

“So impatient,” she teased, angling forward again and nipping at the soft skin just beneath his ear.

He closed his eyes, skin prickling at the sensation, his hands tightening on her hips as he pulled her flush against him again.

“You have that effect on me,” he replied, the words a warm kiss of uneven breath against her throat as he lowered his mouth to her skin once more.

She laughed even as she arched into him, breath catching at the coaxing, languid kisses he was pressing up the curve of her neck. “I’m just saying,” she breathed, unable to keep the half-smile from her face, her voice, “I’m not the one who was so insistent about enjoying the anticipation. Something about it being ‘delicious’, I think?”

He slid his fingers along her jaw, tipping her face to his as he kissed her again. Again. Again.

“You are delicious,” he murmured against her lips, a soft smile curving his mouth as he pulled back to look at her. "And I intend to savor every inch of you."

The midnight-softness of his voice slid over her like a physical touch, a warm caress across her skin, and she loosed a breath at the warmth that pooled in her, even as she arched a brow at him, another ghost of a grin tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Promises, promises."

He skimmed his hands along her thighs, her hips, as though he were mapping her body by touch, his eyes darkening with an irresistible combination of affection and desire.

“Every promise I make to you, ya rouhi,” he said, his voice low and soft, “I intend to keep.”

His tone itself seemed to be a kind of promise, and Holland felt her breath catch at the weight of it, at the way his eyes held hers with such gentleness and warmth. When he cupped her face, she leaned into his touch, her eyes drifting shut. Nate kissed her again, his lips moving languidly against hers as his hands continued their exploration, sliding under the hem of her shirt to brush against the bare skin of her stomach, his fingers tracing the curve of her waist, and Holland shivered. 

He pressed a line of kisses down to the base of her throat, feeling the rapid beat of her pulse against his mouth as he nosed at the collar of her shirt and pushed it aside, baring her shoulder to his lips. She shivered again at the gentle scrape of his teeth over the delicate skin of her collarbone, and the sound that slipped from her was as much from actual sensation as it was from how careful his mouth was against her skin, how gentle every part of him always was with her.  

He tugged at the hem of her shirt and she pulled — reluctantly — away from his mouth, lifting her arms and letting him pull the fabric over her head.

For a long moment, he simply looked at her, bare skin wreathed in shadow and the streaks of moonlight that filtered past her curtains. The bruised, haunted expression she'd woken up with had faded, those green eyes no longer darkened by whatever stalked her nightmares but with something else entirely, a heady melange of lust and affection and a flicker of something else, there and gone before he could name it.

On Nate’s face, Holland saw something like reverence.  

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, brushing a hand along the curve of her shoulder and down the length of her arm, curling his fingers around hers. "Do you have any idea how much I want you?"

Her mouth twitched into a smile as a breath of a laugh escaped her, even as heat bloomed across her cheeks. “I might have some idea,” she said, leaning in to kiss him again with an emphatic little roll of her hips against him. “But I wouldn’t stop you if you wanted to remind me.”

Nate groaned, his arm curling around her waist as he deepened the kiss, his other hand tracing the line of her spine, and shifted, sliding her off his lap and onto the bed. He lingered above her for a moment, drinking in the sight of her once more before pressing a kiss to her forehead, her nose, then finally her lips. It was a slow, indulgent thing that had Holland’s eyes fluttering closed, fingers curling in the hair at his nape as he deepened the kiss. He kissed his way down her neck, lower, his tongue flicking out to taste her skin, nibbling and sucking and stroking until she was aching and pliant beneath him.

His hands roamed over her body with excruciating gentleness, fingers tracing every curve and dip, every inch of skin that was bared to him. And when his fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her underwear, thumbs tracing indolent circles around her hip bone as he eased the garment down, she arched against him, hips lifting in a wordless plea for more. His mouth was on her neck again when Holland felt his hand slide back up her thigh, tracing the curve of her hip before moving inward, fingertips ghosting along the crease of her hip, the tops of her thighs. 

And then, finally, brushing a knuckle, once, against her, light as breath.

Light as the breath against her ear as he purred, “Are you always this wet for me?”

She swore, her own breath snagging in her throat, eyes fluttering closed. Another light brush of fingertips had her hips tilting into his hand, chasing that sensation, and he made a low, pleased sound against her neck. Yes, her body seemed to answer for her; yes, always.

Nate's lips curved against her skin as his hand skated higher, another quick, teasing brush, followed by a slow, deliberate circle that had her hissing another curse as she arched against him, hips canting into the touch of his hand.

“I hope so,” he murmured, lips brushing against the shell of her ear with a breath of a laugh as she shivered.

Oh, he was entirely too pleased with himself, she thought, even as her hips shifted again, seeking more, more.

"Nate," she groaned, hands gripping his shoulders, her nails biting into his skin, scoring it with little half-moon scratches that would no doubt have healed by the time she moved her hands.

"Look at me," he whispered, voice low and honeyed.

She opened her eyes, and the look in his, the expression on his face, had her breath catching in her throat, hips rolling against his hand once more.

"I love watching you like this, Holland," he said, the words soft, "Seeing the way you react to me. It's intoxicating."

The way he said her name made her feel as though her blood had been replaced with something electric, a thrumming undercurrent that sparked along her nerve endings.

He dipped his head to kiss her again, slow and thorough, and her entire body seemed to melt into his. He brushed his thumb against her, fingers slipping inside her with a slow, deliberate stroke, and the world became three things: his hands on her body, his mouth against her skin, and his voice in her ears, low and sweet and utterly, utterly indecent.

He pressed his mouth to the base of her throat, his fingers continuing their gentle rhythm as he kissed a path along the curve of her neck, pressing a litany of praises and endearments onto her skin, the murmured words soft and tangible as a caress.

Holland felt her cheeks flush with pleasure at his words, his touch, and her body sang with it as he moved lower still, mouth tracing a slow, winding path down her body, tracing every curve, every hollow, until he finally (finally) pressed his mouth to her slick heat with a soft groan that she felt as much as heard. His hands moved to her hips, holding her in place as he tasted her, each slow, languid movement sending another series of sparks through her veins.

"You taste so good," he murmured, the words a low, intimate hum against her skin.

She bit her lip against a moan and pressed closer, tiny, crackling starbursts of pleasure streaking through her with each slow movement of his tongue. Holland's fingers curled in his hair as he moved against her, her back arching as he found a rhythm that had her breath stuttering.

"Please," she breathed, the word barely more than a whimper as her entire body tightened, a steady, thrumming tension urging her ever closer to that sweet, shimmering edge. "Nate. "

She felt the curve of his mouth against her and knew without looking that his expression would probably be, among other things, almost annoyingly self-satisfied. But she flicked her gaze to him, anyway, found his already on her, and forgot to even consider whether she’d been right about his expression. Because, self-satisfied or not, the look on his face as her eyes met his — the intensity of it — had every last thought eddying from her mind. 

Nate kept his eyes on her as she came apart under his mouth, moaning something unintelligible against her skin as every nerve in her body incandesced into pure starlight.

He held her through it, mouthing gentle kisses against her before brushing a light kiss against her inner thigh and easing his grasp on her hips. Pulling away just long enough to discard his pants, that silken fabric the last barrier between them, Nate moved back up her body, pressing a kiss to the curve of her neck, then her mouth, his hands cupping her face as he kissed her.

She could taste herself on his lips, and the thought of it — of him — had her wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling him closer, closer, and still not nearly close enough. She was still reeling, still warm and weak and more than a little drunk on the way he made her feel, and she wanted him closer, wanted to hold him and feel him and taste him, wanted more, more, more.

He held her gaze as he slid inside her, his eyes dark and wide and utterly focused on her, like she was the center of the world, like she was everything. 

He was everything, she thought as she gripped his shoulders, fingers curling against his skin. She had never wanted anyone, never wanted anything, like she wanted him.

He kissed her again as he thrust deeper into her, his mouth moving against hers with a soft, broken sound that had her arching up against him. He held her close, his hands gentle on her skin, as he moved against her.

"You feel exquisite," he murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple, her cheek, her jaw, her ear, her mouth.

She held his face in her hands, fingers drifting along his cheekbones, the curve of his jaw, the back of his neck, and he pressed his forehead to hers, eyes half-lidded and dark, breath warm and uneven against her face.

The look in his eyes — god, the way he looked at her —

She couldn't get enough of it, the way he looked at her.

Couldn't get enough of him, either.

He looked at her like he was the one coming apart, and the thought of that, the image of it, had her tightening her hold on him, hands moving to his shoulders as he pressed deeper still, harder. Deeper, her body arching into his, that look in his eyes like something she wanted to bottle up and keep, the way it so perfectly mirrored the way she felt, in this moment and in so very many before now, warm and soft and full of something fierce and bright —

She was the one who was unraveling.

Holland kissed him again, hard, and pulled him closer, kissing him until she was dizzy, until she was breathless, until she was utterly unmoored.

His hands on her face, his voice against her skin, his body moving against hers, within hers. Holland let her eyes flutter closed, her breathing ragged, her body arching up against his as she met him stroke for stroke.

There was nothing but Nate, nothing but the sound of his breath, the feel of his skin, the taste of his mouth. The way he moved inside her, the way he touched her, the way he looked at her, the way he kissed her —

He kissed her each time she whispered his name. He kissed her when she came, the sounds he made low and raw against her skin as he followed, her name on his lips, his hand buried in her hair, his voice a broken whisper against her skin. 

He kissed her like he never wanted to let her go.

And when Holland opened her eyes and saw him, that look in his eyes, that look like he could never get enough of her, she was the one who could not bear to let go.

—

“Sweeter dreams this time, rouhi,” he murmured against her shoulder, pressing a drowsy kiss there as he settled against her, curling around her as if he was already half-asleep. 

“Mm.” She hummed in assent and pressed in closer against him, squeezing the arm he’d wrapped around her waist.

She didn’t yet know how to tell him he was all of her sweetest dreams. Hadn’t yet figured out how to take a full breath around the enormity of that feeling.

Even if what he was — what she wasn’t — had begun to haunt some of those dreams, too.

[querenciasturniolo]

never really over ⮕ m.s.

word count: 3.3k

warnings: swearing, angst, mention of a breakup, crying, self doubt

summary: „thought we kissed goodbye, thought we meant this time, was the last, but i guess it’s never really over”

a/n: this song played at work the other day and i started daydreaming, so here’s this LMAOOO. this song SCREAMS summer and lemme tell you, i’m so fucking sick of winter. also the picture of matt gives me heart palpitations, so enjoy.

everything written is completely fictional. the people i write for are written with characteristics and mannerisms that i made for them, this is in no way depicting what would actually happen in real life.

You knew coming home this summer was a stupid idea. Standing across the bonfire, staring directly into the dimly illuminated face you hadn’t seen in person in two years, you felt as though there was a pull screaming at you to move towards him. He hadn’t seen you yet, he was too busy laughing quietly at his brothers and a friend of his you weren’t particularly close with when the two of you were together. You, on the other hand, haven’t been able to keep your eyes off of him since you’d gotten to the party half an hour ago. It felt surreal, being in his space again after so long. It felt as though it was just yesterday you had your arms wrapped around him, your tears soaking the front of his shirt as he comforted you for the last time.

It seemed the only thing you and Matt were good at was breaking up, since it happened more often than not. Every other week you would decide that you didn’t deserve Matt and the two of you would call it quits. Then, a few days later, he’d show up at your door. He wouldn’t leave until the cycle repeated itself, but you knew he’d be back. You guys were never really over, after all.

You thought the last time you two said goodbye truly was the last time, considering you were going off to college and he was staying with his brothers to continue their YouTube career. You always knew he’d make it. Matt and his brother’s were the most genuine people you’d ever met, and it always transferred over into their videos. You watched them periodically while you were away at college, when missing him hurt so bad that you knew if you didn’t alleviate it somehow, you’d call him, and you couldn’t do that to him. The two of you promised each other that the last time was the last time, to keep the both of you from hurting each other. But seeing him only thirty feet away from you had your skin crawling in a familiar way you hadn’t felt in years.

“Who are you staring at?”

You jumped and whipped your head to the side, sighing and shaking your head when you met Nate’s eyes.

“Nothing, Nate. No one.” You said, clearing your throat and not letting your stare flicker back to Matt. You watched in horror as Nate’s eyebrows furrowed and he tracked your previous gaze until realization spread across his face.

“Matt, huh?” He asked, his voice casual as he slowly met your eyes. You hated the look on his face. It was almost as if he pitied you and your pathetic staring, which you couldn’t blame him. You scoffed and shook your head.

“No, I’m clearly staring at Dylan. What do you think?” You asked sarcastically, running a hand over your face to try and hide your embarrassment. You knew he meant well, but everyone always meant well, and they made you feel insane. They all had the same silent question; why couldn’t you just let him go? It’s been two fucking years, why did looking at him now feel the same as it did then? Your chest ached with how hard your heart was pumping against your ribcage. Goosebumps stayed prominent on every inch of your body just knowing he was so close to you. “I’m sorry, Nate. That was rude.” You said softly, moving your hand and sighing into the cool evening air.

Nate didn’t seem to take it to heart, he never really did. He was there for the entirety of your relationship with Matt, and unfortunately, he was one of the only few people who witnessed the aftermath. He’d answer your midnight texts, and when you were in town during breaks that first year of college, he’d pick you up from your house at three in the morning just for the two of you to drive around and blast music to keep your mind from racing.

“It’s been hard for him too.” He said, which was not at all what you were expecting him to say. You met his eyes with furrowed brows, though not a single one of his tells was showing. It was still hard to believe, considering how much of a mess you were when you went off to college and Matt moved to LA. Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip as you processed what he said, your heart telling you he’s genuine, but your mind telling you he’s just trying to make you feel better.

“What makes you say that?” You asked, your voice almost breathless as Nate scoffed and shrugged his shoulders.

“Oh, I dunno. Maybe the fact that I’ve known the kid for forever and we talk every single day.” He stated, your features dropping into a blank stare as he shook his head and glanced back over in Matt’s direction. You couldn’t bring yourself to look that way again, otherwise you’d be walking towards him immediately. “You’re allowed to talk to him, you know?” He said after a short while, meeting your eyes again with a soft smile. You knew he meant well, and you knew he was right, but the thought of walking over to Matt and him not wanting to talk to you had you shaking your head fervently.

“I know I can, but I also can’t. Besides, he doesn’t want to talk to me.” You said, your eyes flickering over in Matt’s direction once more. He was gone from his spot, Nick and Chris and the friend you couldn’t think of were still talking away as you furrowed your brows.

“Who doesn’t want to talk to you?”

You froze in place, your chest warming and your body relaxing the moment his voice washed over you completely. When you turned around, it felt as though a swarm of butterflies were flying behind your ribcage and hitting every single corner and bouncing off. There was no doubt in your mind he could hear it, no matter how impossible that seemed. Your eyes met the familiar cool blue, and you were back in every single moment you’d spent with him. He was smiling the same smile he always gave you, his eyes crinkling slightly as they flickered over your more than likely shocked face.

“How have you been?” He asked, his eyes meeting yours once more as you fought your useless brain to say something—anything to him.

“I’ve been alright.” You finally said, your heart hammering in your chest as your own lips stretched into a smile against your will. You couldn’t help it, he always had that effect on you. “What about you?”

Matt sighed through his nose, his shoulders dropping a few centimeters as the two of you began to fully relax again in each other’s presence. “I’ve been okay.” He said breathily, his eyebrows twitching inward as he studied you. “Were you talking about me to Nate?” He asked, the slightest hint of teasing in his voice. You snickered and shook your head, dropping your eyes to the grass below you.

“You were listening?” You teased back, lifting your head again. You couldn’t meet his eyes, so you studied his shirt. It was a simple flannel, similar to the one most of the guys at the bonfire were wearing to keep warm on this chilly Boston night. He grinned and nodded his head, dropping his eyes to his shoes right as you felt brave enough to look at him.

“Can you blame me?” He asked, his eyes meeting yours once more through his eyelashes. Your breath caught in your throat. That familiar pull was working against you without you realizing it, the space between the two of you had dwindled enough that you could feel the heat from his body, you could see the push and pull of his breaths and the rise and fall of his chest. Fuck, you missed him.

“How’s Los Angeles?” You asked dumbly, wanting to smack yourself as he inhaled softly and shrugged.

“Warm, sunny, crazy.” He mumbled. There was something in his eyes you couldn’t quite place, and it was driving you nuts. Two years ago you’d be able to tell what he was thinking just by the way he breathed, but you were out of practice. “How’s college?” He countered. You shrugged in return, a playful smile forming on your lips.

“Stressful, expensive, exhausting.” You said. Matt rolled his eyes and shook his head. His eyes were nothing but fond as they scanned over your face slowly. A million thoughts were racing through your mind at once, but all you could do was keep looking at him like it was the last time you ever would.

The two of you were silent for only a few heartbeats, the both of you just basking in the other’s presence for the first time since that last goodbye. He was the first to speak, and it took everything in you not to fall into his arms at the warmth and sincerity in his voice.

“I missed you.” His voice was only a few decibels above a whisper, but those three words were screaming in your mind the moment they left his mouth. You weren’t the only one wanting, yearning, wishing, hoping, praying, waiting. He missed you. He missed you. Your composure crumbled slightly, and you couldn’t help but smile sadly at him.

“Fuck.” You whispered, running your hands over your face and closing your eyes. “I missed you, too.” You said. Before you could open your eyes, you were pulled into his arms and against his chest. You couldn’t believe you were worried about the beating of your own heart as you listened to the rapid thumping of his against your ear. Like it was second nature, you wrapped your arms around his neck and stood on your toes to fully embrace him like you used to. Your face rested in the crook of his neck, the skin warm against the chilled tip of your nose.

He felt the same—the same warm chest and tight arms making you feel safe, the same familiar scent of vanilla bourbon soap and laundry detergent with the smallest hint of campfire, the same gentle movement of his thumb lightly caressing your back. You relaxed completely against him, his grip on you the only thing keeping you from sliding down his body and laying limp in the grass. He was so familiar, so comfortable, so fucking safe that you never wanted your embrace to end.

“Matty?” You asked, a shiver running down his spine when the warm breath from your lips puffed against his skin. He hummed in reply, swaying softly with you to the quiet music playing from someone’s car speakers. “This is gonna fuck everything up for us, isn’t it?” He didn’t pull away from you, like you expected. He didn’t stiffen either, which was odd. His lips pressed lightly against the top of your head, a soft sigh leaving your lips as you somehow relaxed further.

“I don’t care.” He whispered. You pulled back to meet his eyes, your pulse deafening in your ears as you searched for anything on his face that wasn’t sincere. Matt never broke eye contact with you, a small smile forming on his lips. “I’m being serious. These last two years have fucking sucked, and I don’t care if we fuck it up because I missed you. Can we forget about saying goodbye, just tonight?” He asked. He sounded almost breathless, begging you for just one night together like old times.

Before you could say anything, his eyes were flickering to your lips and he was leaning in. You gasped lightly, his lips barely brushing against yours as your eyes fluttered closed. Warmth completely enveloped you the moment you tightened your arms around his neck and closed the space between the two of you, the cool summer night completely forgotten as your fingers tangled in his hair and scratched lightly at his scalp.

You’d forgotten what it was like to kiss him, you’d forgotten how he’d hold the back of your neck with one hand and grip your waist with the other like his life depended on it, no matter how gentle the kiss was. It drove you wild every time, your body feeling like it was on fire as he pulled you impossibly closer to him. His kiss was gentle, soft, full of passion and yearning, yet rough, hard and full of tension and desperation. You could feel the pain he’d felt the last two years with each soft brush of his tongue against yours, and it took everything in you not to break down in tears mid kiss. Your Matty was back, and you didn’t think you’d ever be able to let him go again, even though you knew you had to.

When the two of you pulled a part for air, you couldn’t help but stare up at him with soft, gasping breaths leaving your lips. Matt’s eyes remained closed, his eyebrows furrowed tightly. He looked…miserable, and you hated it. You untangled your hands from his hair, one of your palms resting against his chest while your other hand reached up and cupped his cheek softly. Your thumb caressed the crease between his eyebrows until he relaxed, finally opening his eyes to meet yours. Every single bit of anguish you’d felt for the last two years was written all over his face. It was etched into the lines by his eyes, the twitching corners of his mouth, and it was glimmering in the cool blue of his iris’. He was in as much pain as you’d been in, and it made you want to scream.

“Did you stop loving me?” Matt asked, his voice thick and raspy. You inhaled sharply, your own brows furrowing.

“Matty, I—”

“Just.” He interrupted, exhaling deeply through his nose and looking into the flames of the fire rippling a few feet to your left. “Just answer the question, please.” He didn’t return his gaze to yours, no matter how badly you wanted him to look into your eyes and see the answer screaming out at him from your heart. You fish-mouthed for a few seconds before taking a deep, shaky breath and closing your eyes.

“I don’t think I could ever forgive myself if I stopped loving you.” You said, Matt’s gaze finally returning to yours. You smiled brokenly, letting your eyes well with the hot tears you’d been fighting since seeing him and his brothers the second you looked across the fire. Your hands clenched into fists in his flannel, your body desperate for him to stay close to you. “Loving you…fuck, loving you was the best thing I’ve ever done, even if it went up in flames. It made every argument, every bad day, every break up and reconnection worth it. I didn’t think it was possible, and I thought I was doing so well getting over you, but I love you just as much as I did the day we broke up for the last time. And it’s okay if you stopped loving me completely, because I can understand how you could.” You whispered the last few words, closing your eyes and letting the depth of your words fall over the two of you. You dropped your head, sniffling to yourself and trying to pull yourself together before you made a mess of things again.

Matt’s fingers lightly gripping your chin had a shaky exhale leaving your lips as he lifted your head. Your eyelids fluttered open, the tip of his nose almost touching yours with how close the two of you still were. His tongue peaked out to wet his lips and he opened his mouth to speak as his grip moved from your chin to his hand cupping your jaw and holding it firmly.

“The one thing I didn’t miss was the lack of faith you had in yourself being loveable.” He said clearly, firmly, matter-of-factly. He’d told you a million times before that there was absolutely no reason for him not to love you, but you never stopped looking for that one reason to present to him. “I have loved you so completely, so wholly, so entirely since the day I met you, and the day we said goodbye. You were and are the last person I think of when I fall asleep, and the first person I think of when I wake up in the morning. For so long, you were the only person I wanted to be around, and the only person I knew that I couldn’t live without.” He said, your eyes wide as you stared up at his smug face with a slack jaw.

“The fact that I came back each and every time you looked me in my face and tore my heart out of my chest, still wanting and needing to be a part of you and your life should show how much I loved and still love you. If you can’t see how deep my love for you is, then I truly don’t know what we were doing in the first place.” He finished, the tears that had welled in your eyes had begun to fall, Matt smiling softly down at you as his thumb tenderly swiped the tears away. “Don’t cry, baby. I was only telling you the truth. I’m just glad that it seems now you finally choose to believe it.”

You sniffled and shook your head up at him, not understanding how only a short time ago you were staring at him from across a bonfire, absolutely petrified of him seeing you and not being interested enough to even wave, and here you were. You were standing in his arms, only a few feet away from the fire, listening to him tell you that all of your sleepless nights full of tossing and turning, overthinking, watching him and his brothers’ videos on YouTube for some semblance of normalcy, he was missing you and loving you just as much as you were him. You couldn’t help but smile up at him and pull him closer to you, wrapping him in the tightest hug you could manage. You wanted it to feel the way his words made you feel, warm and safe and protected and loved. So fucking loved that you could hardly stand it.

“What does this mean, Matty?” You whispered against his shoulder. He sighed into your hair, his grip around your waist tightening as he shook his head.

“Just enjoy the moment, baby. We’ll talk about that later.” He mumbled, pulling away from the hug to press a kiss to your forehead, cheek, and then pressing his lips firmly to yours. It was only a firm peck, and he pulled away. “Watch the fireworks with me?” He asked. You nodded your head and turned around, letting him press himself against your back and wrap his arms around you like he’d done a million times before. His chin rested against your shoulder, and you leaned your head slightly to the side to rest your temple against his as the first firework shot into the sky. Each and every breath you took, you breathed him in, not wanting this moment to end.

It was possible that by the end of the night, the two of you would go your separate ways and leave one another again for an indefinite amount of time, or maybe even continue your cycle from two years ago. But it was also possible that the two of you would start something new, maybe change the cycle and make sure it wasn’t repeated again. You had a feeling it was one of the latter two options.

After all, you two were never really over.

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𝐛𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐦 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡, chapter 2

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ! 1.3k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ! arguments all over the place, blair being a BITCH (not to you), um.. nothing else?

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ! @serrendiipty

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You stepped out of the Penthouse and were immediately met with a familiar brunette, staring back at you with a warm smile. You couldn't help but shake your head as you continued walking but of course that didn't stop Nate, he caught up with you.

"Good morning, uh... why are you in a rush?" Nate spoke, amusement lacing his voice before you stopped, sighing as you studied him. He was holding a coffee and a bagel from your favorite shop, they were obviously meant for you. Every morning before you left for Paris, you and Nate walked to the cafe by your homes before going to school. And now, he's here, standing at your doorstep, pretending like the last 9 months hadn't happened.

You finally met his gaze and felt your heart do a little flip. It was too early for this, you thought to yourself as you exhaled again. "Morning," you replied, trying to keep your tone casual despite the whirlwind of emotions raging inside you.

His presence was both comforting and unsettling, a reminder of the life you had left behind in New York.

His eyes were settled on you for a few moments before you spoke up again. "Nate, I'm trying to get to school, so..."

Nate's smile faltered slightly at your response, his eyes betraying a hint of hurt before he quickly masked it. "Right, of course," he said, his tone carefully neutral. "I just thought... I mean, I wanted to catch up with you."

"Nate," you exhaled, putting a hand on your hip as you stared back at him. "We can't do this again."

"Do what?" He let out a nervous laugh, shaking his head. "You're my best friend, I can't want to catch up with my best friend?"

"That's not all and you know it." You whispered, trying to keep calm.

He shook his head before meeting your gaze, his shoulders slumping. "I know," Nate admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I know there's more, Y/N. And I know I messed up before. But I just... I miss you. I miss us."

"You have a girlfriend and she's my best friend." You spoke as Nate's eyes refused to meet yours. "You said yourself that you didn't want this."

"I never said that." Nate responded firmly, finally meeting your gaze. "Jesus, Y/N. I told you I loved you and you just... ignored me."

You scoffed. "Ignored you? What did you want me to say? Blair's my best friend and she's your girlfriend, Nate. And don't get me started, I kissed you and-and you pulled away."

"That was before-"

"Before what? And it doesn't matter anymore." You shouted, scoffing. "It doesn't matter anymore because I choose Blair, okay? And you should too."

"You sound like every other person, Y/N." Nate interjected, his voice tinged with frustration. "I thought out of all people, you'd understand."

"Nate, I can't do this right now. I have to go to school, okay?" You finally cut in, your tone firm as you stepped back, putting some distance between the two of you.

"Fine. We can talk later."

"There's nothing else to talk about, Nate." You responded firmly, not bothering to turn back. "Just leave it alone, okay?"

──౨ৎ──

Seated alongside Blair, Kati, and Isabel, you watched as Jenny, a freshman, proudly displayed the invitations she crafted for the upcoming "Kiss on the Lips" party on the Met's grand staircase. However, you were lost in your thoughts, still reeling from the recent argument with Nate just hours ago.

The image of Nate's hurt expression lingered in your mind, haunting you. Did you maybe be too hard on him? Did you ruin his morning? You knew you should be participating in the conversation, but your thoughts were consumed by the weight of the argument.

"Right, Y/N?" Blair turned to look at you with a slightly annoyed expression. You nodded slowly, not sure of what she said. Isabel and Kati let out giggles as Blair rolled her eyes. "I knew you weren't paying attention. I said that you were going to show up naked at the party."

"Sorry, Blair." You mumbled. "I'm just jetlagged." You lied through your teeth as you looked up at Jenny. "But the invites are pretty, great job Jenny."

"Yeah, they're not bad." Blair focused on the invites, going through them. "And here's yours, as promised." She hands her the invitation with a grin on her face.

"Thanks." Jenny replied with a sweet smile on her face, taking the invitation from Blair's hands.

You looked up and saw Serena approaching you two, a yogurt in her hands. "Hey. Here you guys are. I looked all over the dining hall for you."

She noticed Jenny and immediately reached out to shake her hand, "Oh, hi. I'm Serena."

"I know. I mean... hi, I'm Jenny." She flushed as you let out a laugh. She was adorable.

"So, when's the party?" Serena's question drew your attention back to her, her gaze now fixed on Blair as she picked up one of the invitations from the floor. The atmosphere shifted subtly, a silent exchange passing between Blair, Isabel, and Kati.

You watched as Blair looked back at her, shocked before her expression turned into amusement. "Saturday. And you're kinda not invited."

Your jaw slightly fell open as Blair and Serena glared at each other. "Blair-"

"Y/N." Blair redirected her focus to you, effectively halting any protests with a scoff.

"Until 12 hours ago, everyone thought you were at boarding school. Now, we're full and uh, Jenny used up all the invites." She explained as Isabel and Kati let out giggles. You exchanged a glance with Serena, unable to believe Blair and whatever she was trying to pull.

"Um, actually-"

"You can go now." Blair interrupted Jenny, causing her to immediate go quiet and begin walking away. Serena gave her a sympathetic smile before returning to Blair's gaze.

"Oh, come on, Blair." You spoke up finally, annoyance clear in your voice. "Don't be like that."

"Be like what?" Blair shot you a pointed glare, cutting off any further objections before you could voice them. The tension between you was palpable, but before anyone could speak, Serena intervened.

"No, it's okay. I got lots of stuff to do anyway." Serena said, maintaining eye contact with Blair as you attempted to mediate between them.

As Blair and the others swiftly packed up their belongings, you couldn't help but feel a pang of frustration at the lack of empathy in Blair's demeanor. "Well, we should get going then. Unless you want us to wait for you... looks like you've got a lot of yogurt left,"

"No, go ahead." Serena remarked, her tone mirroring Blair's as they began to make their exit. You stood there a few moments but before you could begin speaking, Serena turned and spoke up.

"Blair, think we can meet tonight?" Serena's request hung in the air, the tension between them palpable as you watched them.

Blair's response was swift, though not without a hint of hesitation. "I'd love to... but I've got plans with Nate," she replied, her eyes meeting Serena's with feigned regret.

Serena's insistence did not waver, her resolve evident in her tone. "The Palace, 8 o'clock? Nate will wait."

Blair hesitated before she locked eyes with you before sighing. "I could probably do a half-hour."

"Thanks for making the time." Serena responded sarcastically.

"You're my best friend." Blair retorted in a similar tone, her words laced with a hint of bitterness. You watched as they all began to walk away, leaving you with Blair.

You met her gaze and gave a her a sympathetic look. "I'll talk to her."

But before Serena could respond, Blair's voice rang from the bottom of the stairs. "Y/N, come on. We're gonna be late!"

With a sigh, you turned to follow Blair, the weight of the tension lingering in the air like a heavy fog. As you walked alongside her, you couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of your stomach. The rift between Blair and Serena had only deepened, and you knew that mediating between them would be no easy task.

[falling-star-cygnus]

Can make content out of anything, eh?

Well, something I've been asking any willing yokai watch artist to draw! Transfem!Nate :3

At this point its basically my hazing ritual! >:3c

well well well, hello!!! -> i never considered this before, but i did only watch this show when i was like- 12 sooo...

your wish is my command✨

pry her chubby cheeks out of my decaying fingers. -> the paper ripped when i was coloring her face 😭

hc's and tings under cut :D

Nat rips her leggings a lot from bug hunting, and yokai now, so her mama sews little stars over the tears for her Whisper, offended over something: -with those tacky star leggings of yours. Nat: Tacky-!? My mom made these!

Bear is the one that tied the little bows on her shoes -> mostly bc i have the really cute image of him kneeling to tie them all agitated, but also bc their friendship is so very important to me and i genuinely think he would be the most protective over the change Bear, standing back and crossing his arms: If anybody gives you trouble over this, let me know. I'll take care of it Nat, looking up from her shoes: Oh- you don't have to do that, Bear- *Bear stare* Nat: ....okay

i don't think any of them would be transphobic, like- they would def accept her right away no questions- but i do think they would have a bit of an adjustment period after she comes out *After Nat's reveal* Eddie: Oh- sweet. Do you have a different name you want us to call you? Nat: I think I wanna go by Nat- to keep it simple, you know? *Everybody nods, like they expected this* Katie: That checks out Bear: Yep, pretty average name change

Yes, her name is also a pun off 'gnat'

Jibanyan: NYATE! Nat, holding him up under his armpits: Nyat.

“What do you want, Yo-guy?” “Yo-kai. Just listen, you little ingrate.” “Yoouu are a… lucky boy!!” “Not feelin’ it.” -> ep1, 6:14

Whisper: Ah- HUH!? *Large, cartoon arrows appear to point at Nat's skirt, the patch on her sleeve, and the more feminine way her 'mullet' curls around her nape* *Cue Whisper cracka-lacka-boom-boomin* Whisper, rambling profuse apologies: I'm so sorry! Please forgive my heinous transgression. Lucky girl- you are a lucky girl, i said! Nat: ....

“Katie!” “Hey, what are you doing here?” “Oh, you think bugs are just for boys?” -> ep1, 2:25

Bear: Of course not! Then we wouldn't've brought Nat *Eddie nods sagely* Katie: What? Oh! Sorry, Nat... Nat, waving her off with a smile: You're all good *The rest of the scene proceeds as normal*

[puffballwarrior-blog]

Back at it again turning things into Yo-Kai

This is a Yo-Kai based on Kinitopet. Got into it a few days ago and wanted to make one of him.

His name is Kinitomo from Kinito, tomogachi, and tomodachi. He's a D-rank, Slippery Tribe, Water attribute Yo-Kai who makes people clingy to the point of obsession. If he was a Yo-Kai in the games, his inspiriting would cause the enemy to attack allies, similar to Usapyon.

I imagine a scenario where he inspirits Nate to be obsessive over Katie more than usual. After he's found out, he apologizes and only clung to him because he just wanted a friend. Nate says they can be friends and Kinitomo gives him his medal out of gratitude.

[sillypenguinwitch]

isaac's books in heartstopper s2

episode 1:

Tillie Walden: I Love This Part

Faridah Àbíké-Íyímídé: Ace of Spades

episode 2:

Nina LaCour: We Are Okay

Oscar Wilde: The Importance of Being Earnest

episode 3:

Ocean Vuong: Night Sky with Exit Wounds (the one he is carrying under his arm, I'm assuming that's his and not for the display?)

has read: Ritch C. Savin-Williams: Bi: Bisexual, Pansexual, Fluid, and Nonbinary Youth

Emily Henry: Book Lovers

episode 4:

Victor Hugo: Les Misérables

Antoine De Saint-Exupéry: The Little Prince

Kate Chopin: The Awakening

Nina LaCour: We Are Okay (again)

episode 5:

Albert Camus: The Outsider

episode 6:

Martin Handford: Where's Wally? The Great Picture Hunt

Meredith Russo: Birthday

Jules Verne: Around the World in Eighty Days

Sara Pennypacker: Pax Anne Berest, Audrey Diwan, Caroline de Maigret, Sophie Mas: How to Be Parisian Wherever You Are ? ? ? Damian Dibben: The Color Storm Alice Oseman: Loveless Susan Stokes-Chapman: Pandora Katy Hessel: The Story of Art Without Men ? Evelyn Waugh: Rossetti Arthur Conan Doyle: The Hound of the Baskervilles A.O. Scott: Better Living Through Criticism ?: Then We Came to an End (?) Ruth Millington: Muse Dr. Jaqui Lewis: Fierce Love Charlotte Van Den Broek: Bold Ventures - Thirteen Tales of Architectural Tragedy ?

Richard Siken: Crush

episode 7:

Garrard Conley: Boy Erased

George Matthew Johnson: All Boys Aren't Blue

Samra Habib: We Have Always Been Here

episode 8:

Akemi Dawn Bowman: Summer Bird Blue

Angela Chen: Ace

bonus:

Truham school library pride display (seen in ep. 3 and 8):

top to bottom, left to right: Angela Chen: Ace Andrew Holleran: The Kingdom of Sand Mary Jean Chan and Andrew McMillan: 100 Queer Poems Scott Stuart: My Shadow Is Pink Lotte Jeffs: My Magic Family Tucker Shaw: When You Call My Name Ritch C. Savin-Williams: Bi - Pansexual, Fluid, Nonbinary and Fluid Youth Alok Vaid-Menon: Beyond the Gender Binary George M. Johnson: All Boys Aren’t Blue Mason Deaver: I Wish You All the Best Alex Gino: George Melissa

on top of shelves (left to right): Kevin Van Whye: Nate Plus One Xixi Tian: This Place is Still Beautiful Becky Albertalli: Leah on the Offbeat Mya-Rose Craig: Birdgirl Bernardine Evaristo: Girl, Woman, Other Connie Glynn: Princess Ever After Saundra Mitchell: The Prom

Charlie's choice at Shakespeare and Co (ep. 6): Allan Hollinghurst: The Swimming Pool Library

That's it for now.

Sorry about the ones i couldn't identify and sorry if i missed any! Might try and do some of the ones in Isaac's room later but that'll take a minute

[fantasmiau]

redesign of nate from yo-kai watch!! he's just a silly guy... i really wanted to incorporate more blue into his outfit, so i did :3 feel free to ask any questions!!

( nate ) / ( katie ) / ( eddie ) / ( bear )

[ask-the-watch-holders]

Ok another au

Hard mode

Yo-Kai are much more hesitant at making friends and are more troublesome. Here’s how a certain few of our old friends friends change.

Nate: He’s tired all the time. Could care less about what Eddie and Bear think about him, has really, really messy hair. Cares a lot about his Yo-Kai friends, His parents, and Katie, but not much else.

Whisper:Admits when he doesn’t know Yo-Kai, Bought the Yo-Kai watch and Yo-Kai pad moments after being freed (And then returned to Nate). Has a generally Positive outlook on everything and everyone. Is more Patient with Jibanyan.

Jibanyan: More Determined to beat trucks. Has serious trust issues. Only befriends Nate after he saves him from A gang of roughraff attempting to attack him.

Hailey:Still the same geek as ever. Genuinely respects USApyon. Gets bullied for her interests.

USApyon: never goes Invader mode on Hailey. Helps Hailey because she reminds him of the Doctor.

Komasan: Smol boi. Paranoid as all hell. Addicted to Coffee. Still uses the bumpkin accent (he’s Tweek Tweak but Country)

Lord Enma: The Exact same. Struggles with the protests against human and yo-kai friendship.

Arachnus and Toadal Dude: Fighting over much bigger things. They do not show any mercy.

Hovernyan:Constantly trying to force Nathaniel to make the watch. Impatient.

Nathaniel: “Just leave me alone! I’m no hero!” Scared. Moximous Mask Superfan still.

Sgt Burly: A protester who believes Humans are not as bad as The Other Yo-Kai say they are, Leader of the Peacekeeper Blasters.

Katie: Worries about Nate. Is the only reason Nate ever even tries, stands up for Nate against Eddie And Bear, and can secretly see Yo-Kai but chooses not to say anything.

Eddie And Bear: More offensive, act like jerks for no reason, secretly think Nate is way cooler than them.

Tomnyan: Joins Nate immediately, much more trusting than any other Yo-Kai, lives with Nate, Jibanyan, and Whisper.

The final Bosses don’t change at all.

[oh-meow-swirls]

haven't watched shadowside or played 4 but ngl it feels kinda pointless for summer and tate to be nate and katie's kids when nate can't even see yo-kai anymore in it and seemingly never brings that fact up-

[xuzuul]

[⭐⌚]

hi can i req nate x katie......bonus points if transmasc nate

Nate x Katie, huh... not a ship I see very often at all, actually. Considering the existence of Shadowside and Yokai Watch 4, you'd think it'd be more common. Ah, well. It's a nice ship anyway, even if its not that common lol.

[residentialsinyomakai]

My Thoughts/Kind of a Summary on "Katie's Yokai Butler"

This will all be from memory, so I apologize if some things are off, out of order, or otherwise incorrect `~` Edit Yomo here! I watched it about halfway through this but i have an awful memory ahhh! Anyways, screenshots n stuff might be included now! This'll basically be somewhat of a summary as well as a few observations I've made. Also, I'll be using the English names for characters! Keita is Nate, Fumi-chan is Katie, Warunyan is Baddinyan, so on so forth—☆

[SPOILERS AHEAD OBVIIIII]

The alternative timeline in summary is basically if Katie had gotten the yokai watch instead of Nate. It's first (and last) anime mention to my knowledge is in the Season One episode "Katie's Yokai Butler" if my memory served correctly! The episode follows Whisper through his 'dream' in what is presumed to be a look into the alternate Whisper's life. After a little argument with Nate about his messy room, Whisp cream goes to bed upset. He first wakes up to the smell of roses, and quickly realizes he isn't where he should be. (Probably bc Nate's room smells like cheeto puffs/j) He looks around to find himself in Katie's room. ( ＞Д＜；)

This brings us to the first major difference in this timeline; it takes place in Katie's house obviously! Makes sense since she got the watch instead of Nate >u○ Her room is a lot cleaner, and even appears to be more spacious than her male counterpart. That aside, Katie comes upstairs at some point to wake Whisper, to which he responds with confusion as to where he is and how she can see her. To this universe's Katie, she thinks he's acting strange. She pinches him upon request to make sure he's not dreaming, to which he didn't wake up. That confirms that!

(*￣∇￣)ノ

After a bit, Katie returns back downstairs when she hears her father calling her. This leads Whisper to wonder about another difference; the inclusion of Baddinyan. Besides the obvious fact of it not being Jibanyan, this also means Katie is probably going to interact with other yokai in a rather different manner than Nate! I say that because Nate met Roughraff in Season 1, Episode 3. He didn't even get Baddinyan's medal! (which sucks because that's one of my favorite yokai! Goofy little cat,,, °□°)

Baddinyan's first appearance in the episode 💞🐛👾

If we're talking on all timeline differences—not just the ones in Katie's house—then the meeting with Roughraff might be a good point to bring up. Considering the fusion was involuntary in Nate's timeline, what happened in Katie's? Did they decide to stay fused after that for whatever reason, did Katie fuse them at a place like shonen temple (which doesn't exist in the anime I think >~>), or did something happen pre-canon for them to have became friends and fuse? Sometimes, a fusion can be in the same place as the yokai that fused them in the anime due to certain yokai like Baddinyan forming a separate consciousness from either original host ( 〃=▽=〃) (I probably sound like a huge dweeb rn </33) Maybe Katie said something to the newly existent Baddinyan to make him give her the medal, and thus hanging around her from now on!

After some vague threats at fighting Whisper from Baddinyan, the yokai butler in question wonders about who replaced Hidabat in the closet. He goes to open it leading us into our next difference; Shadow Venoct. There isn't much from me to say about this one to be honest, he doesn't have any lines except for maybe the hissing of his snake-scarf thingies hissing at Whisper (¤o¤|||. I've noticed that a lot of Katie's friends seem to be more powerful, or at least a higher rank than Nate's. [Ex: Shadow Venoct being S Rank, Baddinyan being B Rank, and another S Rank we'll get into later—!♡]

Sometime after that, Katie calls Whisper down to help her investigate the strange way her mother was acting. Whisper attempts to use the Yokai Pad to identify the yokai...although Katie swipes it away just as quickly. <°[O□o;]°> She says that Whisper (or this timeline's original version of...) promised to try and memorize the information instead. It seems un-Whisper like, but to be fair, alternate Whisper probably formed a different dynamic than the usual! She identifies the yokai with the watch, to which Whisper (discreetly uses the pad and) figures out it's Noway!

To deal with him, Katie said that she'd summon a special rare friend. This turns out to be Robonyan's timeline counterpart; Goldenyan! Upon asking the golden robot cat for help, he says that this was 'beneath' his capabilities and basically that his power shouldn't be wasted on it...; ￣Д￣ Anyways, he leaves to the future and the episode ends with Katie using Whisper as a special attack against Noway, much to his dismay >u<. Oh, and it's revealed here that Whisper was dreaming.

Although it may have been a "dream", I'm 99% sure that was a plot device to not have to script in 'Whisper going to another universe!!' to the episode and how he eventually gets back. I personally believe it would be cool to see a spin-off dedicated to something like this! There's Nyanderful Days I guesssss but that doesn't really count cuz it just has Whisper and Jibanyan and it's just inserting Katie into the og series plot (���_￢) There's a lot of potential, and I'm sure viewers over here in the west and Japan would be happy to see our girl the the spotlight for once wwwwww. Maybe it'd also be an opportunity to have McKraken put into the anime? Hint hint? That, as well as several yokai who might not have been seen by Nate due to him going different places as Katie, hanging out with different people, etc! Anyways, that's all for now!

[amf-studios]

Say hello to one of mimikin's sisters!

I thought up this fankai years ago, a pretty basic one tbh.

I mostly thought it up as a pun when my buddy @blackomochao was writing a chapter of his fanfic "the unwanted harem of Nathan adams" which in a brief explanation is a parody of harem anime where every girl within 3 years of age of Nate ends up inexplicably crushing on him leading to shenanigans.

The chapter in question referenced the minigame where a bunch of mimikin's imitate (in this case) Katie. He was initially gonna just make them female mimikins, but I thought the pun was worth being a separate yokai!

Mimikette(mimikin + ette + "mimic it"), like her brother, is a D rank of the tough tribe. She has the soultimate "the sincerest flattery" which boost defense.

Is she pretty much just a girl mimikin...? Yes. Yes she is.

For anyone interesting in my friends fanfic, here ya go:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21159998/chapters/50362334

He usually doesn't like promotion, but we kinda agreed if since mimikette showed up in that fic years before hand, that I should probably bring up the characters history if I ever drew her.

Hope you enjoy the art, and my buddy's fic!

[sugdenlovesdingle]

Fr me there's just too much to not be leading into something

Rebecca dead 3 months ago, not recently.

Ross saying 'as far as he's aware' Robert is still in prison. Suss, as he should know.

Constant mentioning of Seb and Robert. I get it's too do with Ross, but they could just not have mentioned it, or Rebecca be alive.

Vic not really being in contact with Robert even tho she was earlier in the year.

Aaron and john getting closer and actually talking all of a sudden.

I reckon Robert's out already and with Seb,and will be back Christmas to stir things up.

I REALLY hope it's not Nate coming back 🤔😁😂😅😬🤣

Well Katie Hill said the person returning was connected to the dingles AND the sugdens. nate wouldn't be connected to the sugdens...

It all has me 👀 but don't want to get my hopes up AGAIN with the Robert and Seb mentions and have it be another kayak boy before Meena got to him deal - with Aaron telling fauxbert he loves HIM and Robert is in his past blablabla (I dare emmerdale to prove me wrong!)