#I haven’t even watched half of them but I wanna draw

[icarusticrat]

Saw people do this on twitter and bc I’m pretty sure my fixation is fading but I wanna draw the goopsters from ashurs multiple series so I can remain fixated give me characters from them to draw as these emotions or I will go insane

Go crazy with the characters suggestions does not have to be from twomp I wanna draw more stuff lol

(probably not gonna do all of them but I still want some suggestions also so I can practice expressions anyways I am gonna go mimimi now bc I need to wake up at four am goodnight)

[redwing4life]

mdni

wanna know a bucky trope that sends me spiralling? bucky filming you all drunk on his cock.

imagine your thighs all sticky with cum, the three orgasms bucky’s pulled from you painted across the soft flesh like paint on a canvas. bucky can’t stop tracing his throbbing pink tip over your filthy thighs; his own white seed mixes with yours and you whine at the sound.

“never get tired of this, doll.” bucky’s sultry tone washes over you, your mind scrambled with need. “seeing you all sticky, covered in our cum -fuck- i- i gotta film this, sweets, let me film you, huh?”

a desperate moan falls from your swollen lips when the super soldier pulls away from you, the warmth of his tip no longer pressed into your thighs. in want of your boyfriend, you reach out for him, but he’s already on the other side of the room.

“bucky…” your voice is high and needy, “bucky, baby, come back. i need you.”

his usual arrogant chuckle greets your ears, forcing your thighs closer together to ease the fresh wave of heat flooding your core. you know that laugh, it’s the one he makes whenever you’re drunk on his cock.

bucky crawls back on the bad, hovering over your sweat-sheen body, and brings his phone over your face.

“smile for me, doll.” he orders, the command drawing your brows together in pleasure. you look up at him through your lashes, lids half shut before you focus on the camera.

“there she is.” bucky hums when you grin, albeit tiredly, up at the lens. “tell me how many times i’ve made that sweet little pussy cum, baby. tell the camera.”

“three.” you whine. you watch bucky lower the camera to your dripping cunt as he speaks and start trying to close your legs.

bucky taps your thigh harshly, tutting. “come on, sweets, show your sarge what a mess i’ve made of you.”

his rough palm slides down to your knees and slowly pries them apart, a growl rippling from the base of his throat as you bare yourself to him in submission.

“good girl.”

you keen beneath the camera, pussy throbbing at the praise. a smirk tugs at bucky’s lips while you writhe under him, he knows he’ll enjoy watching that back when he’s on a mission with his hand wrapped around his length.

holding the phone in his vibranium hand, bucky reaches down to run a calloused finger through your glistening folds, the swollen petals quivering at his touch.

“aw, is my sweet princess all sensitive after all those orgasms? huh?”

you claw at his flesh hand, nodding so fast you make yourself even more dizzy than you already are.

“m’so sensitive, sarge, please- pl- oh my god.”

your eyes are rolling to the back of your head before you can finish your sentence as bucky slides a finger into your tight hole. he prays to god that the camera picked up on the squelch of yours and his cum when he pushes inside you.

“fuck, sweets, you’re so goddamn wet, gonna make me nut all over the sheets.” bucky moans, hips rutting against the soft cotton duvet while he works your sex.

sinful sounds echo across the room, bucky’s phone capturing every single thrust of his hand. he adds a second finger, earning a squeal of contest from you.

“no- bucky, i can’t, i cant, it’s too much, please, just one, please.”

your broken pleas do nothing to slow the grind of bucky’s hips against the bed, your whiny voice merely encouraging him to play with his cunt even more.

“yes you can, and you will. you’ve been so good for your sarge so far, haven’t you, princess? tell me how good you’ve been for me.”

you open your mouth to reply, suddenly interrupted by a third finger stretching the walls of your pussy. a gasp falls from your swollen lips and it morphs into a cry of intense pleasure.

“bucky!!!” you scream, accompanied by the sloppy noises of bucky’s palm slapping your wet clit.

“i’m waiting, sweets.”

releasing a small whine, you look down at your boyfriend to find his eyes already on yours.

“i’ve been so good, sarge. just wanted to be a good girl for you, give you all- fuck- all my cum, be your best girl, all drunk on my sarge’s cock and fingers a-and mouth, oh”

his fingers keep curling and hitting that one stop that’s making you see stars and you begin heaving your chest up and down, desperately searching for a breath that would satisfy your needs. bucky turns the camera to your face so he can look back on your writhing body.

“cock’s so hard for you, princess. you’re so fucking beautiful like this, gonna make you cream all over my fingers again and then stuff you full o’ me”

“please sarge, please- ugh- i’m gonna cum!”

“let go sweets, cover me in your sweet juices”

and then you cum and then he cums against the sheets and then he fucks you and the he eats you out and then you clean up his cock with your tongue and then he cleans you up with a cloth and then he runs you a bath and then he holds you till you fall asleep and then a week later on a mission bucky fucks his fist while watching the video and then he cums to it and then he cums to it again and then an hour later he cums to it again and then-

[nathandrakeisabottom]

Headcannons about them with an anxious SO? Love your stuff x

Thank you, friend! Now, in full canonical honesty, I don’t believe that either Nathan or Sam would be particularly good at dealing with their deeper anxiety, let alone someone else’s, let alone someone else’s who they loved dearly and would only be afraid to make it worse (that many crumbling bridges and a guy’s gotta if consider his only superpower is the ability to destroy everything he touches) for most of their young lives. 

However, I do believe that post-UC4 (perhaps a little earlier for Nathan), and a good dose of necessary therapy (paid for in pirate coins, of course)--- they’d be more than willing to finally take on the challenge. 

For themselves, and for the person they love more than anything.

Drakes with an Anxious S/O Headcanons

Nathan:

In his younger days, the prince of the awkward smile and half-hearted clap on the back. A pulley doll whose only catchphrases were “Man, that’s hard”, “Yeah. Yeesh.”, and “Soooo, I guess this would be a bad time for a joke, huh?”. Scurries to the bathroom as soon as they’re not in tears anymore, and stays there for as long as it takes to stop hearing the residual sobs.

However, his late 30s and 40s bring him a much healthier perspective (and therapy— Jesus, finally) and being the smarty pants he is, he passes on no opportunity to put his new skills and knowledge to use.

That playfulness and desire to find the lightness in even the hardest situations never leaves him at any age, though.

A panic attack? “‘Is something… wrong with you’? You realize you’re talking to the guy who accidentally destroys ancient temples for a living, as an archaeologist? And I still consider myself a not so bad guy. So in my eyes, you’re basically a lesser known Mesopotamian god.”

Got a bad grade? “A D in Psychometrics? I don’t know, sounds like they don’t know anything about math if they’re using a letter to grade you. Maybe they should go get their teaching certificates checked. Hey, how ‘bout I just draw you a PhD myself? You know I have an eye for art.” 

Dealing with shitty parents? Landlord? Roommates? Exes who won’t leave you the fuck alone? “What? That buffoon? Guy who can’t even spell their own name right? That asshole isn’t worth a thought of a thought of a thought in your head. Pretty sure they haven’t had a thought in their own head since 1996.”

As soon as the first wide-toothed smile is won, he’s leaning into his partner with a secretive smirk: “Ya wanna get the hell out of here?” 

Because distractions always helped him before. 

Will act especially gentlemanly, and theatrically play it up, while taking their partner for a frozen yogurt, antique shop, Target trip, public park, laser tag (yes, really) decompress. Bows when he opens the car door for them. Pays for everything. Calls them ‘your majesty’ for the entirety of the excursion.

All he wants is to get them to smile. And he’s not stopping until he sees it. 

When the night creeps in and his S/O starts to lose steam, Nathan’s own worry grows more obvious, though he tries his best to keep it to himself. 

Watches them with wide eyes. Gives them space, but still asks every few minutes if they need a cup of water. No? Tea? Arnold Palmer? Popsicle? Massage? Hot Pocket? Sexy pillow fight? However many it takes to make his partner laugh again. But he fully means every offer he gives.

Says nothing as he helps them undress and into their PJs. Touches are tender and intimate, gently rubs their shoulders and neck. Never too hard, never too direct. Plays the friendly ghost and lets their partner take the lead, but never, ever just sits around to watch.

Makes them a beverage of some sort, even if they say no. Hot lemonade with honey is his personal homecure. Says yellow is a happy color, so it must be good for you.

And right before they turn the lights out, Nate timidly offers— with a shy, trying chuckle— if they want him to read them a bedtime story. 

Somehow shocked every time they say yes. Mumbles something self-derogatory about himself (“Ya know, not the best actor, but—” “Personally I think I have the voice of a dying goose, but—”) before sitting on the nearest surface and cracking open a book.

If he’s still feeling a little awkward, will uneasily ask if they wanna hear what he’s been reading lately, and will do so if asked— but really wants to read the pirate storybooks his mother read to him and Sam when they were kids.

It always made him feel better when the world felt too big, too scary, too cruel. 

So he wants to share it with the person he loves. 

He wants to share everything with the person he loves.

And without even asking, goes to the medicine cabinet and brings them a tablet of whatever they need when the anxiety gets especially bad, and says “I know, it’s scary. But we’ve been through scary before, right?” with a kiss on the cheek as they swallow it down with a sip of lemonade.

Lingers, eyes down, and vaguely nods to nobody as he stands and walks to the door.

“Want me… uh, want me to keep reading to you?” But he offers before he can even get past the door frame. 

“Do you want me to want you to keep reading to me?” 

And the last thing he wants to see is his love, alone. The idea of them crying beneath the covers because they were too afraid to burden him with it, too afraid to be seen. Everything he felt he had to do when he was 6 and his mother “passed”, age 9, 10, 11, 12 after a black eye, the words that his brain told him wrong: spoken aloud by the playground bullies he feared he’d never be stronger than. 

But he knew they were wrong. The bullies were wrong. The ones in his brain. The ones in theirs.

“Yes.” He replies without missing a beat. 

And he makes sure to hold their hand in his free one until the second they fall asleep… and a few hours after, just to be safe.

The next morning they fucking better expect breakfast in bed— and he maybe, just maybe, might even be willing to spring for McDonald’s, if that’s what they want. As long as they promise to eat actual fruit after. And hell, maybe even a vegetable or two when he makes dinner that night. Did you know that eating right and exercise are actually primary solutions to poor mental health—? That’s what Dr. Dorian said— No, potatoes don’t count as a vegetable— no, especially not if it’s fried— NO, FRENCH FRIES DON’T COUNT, BABY—

Sam:

Sam takes a bit longer to warm up to discussing anxiety than Nathan does, mostly due to struggling so deeply with it on his own. It’s not like prisoners (or Shoreline guards) made the most comforting companions. 

The better he could keep secrets, the less he could reveal, the safer he’d be.

So it makes sense that it’s both his greatest strength and weakness when it comes to emotionally turbulent times. 

In his younger, more avoidant years, he’d be the first to leave the room, leave the building, hell, sometimes even leave the city after a particularly heavy cry or confrontation with his then-partner. Only to come back the next morning and act like nothing ever happened. 

But now, he doesn’t run. After prison, after Rafe, after Madagascar, all he wants is to be allowed to stay. To be wanted to stay by someone who loves him. 

Is happiest to just sit with you in the silence. His biggest skill is his ability to weather the storm. And whether you need to scream bloody murder, or need to sit and decompress and just fucking feel, but can’t do it alone, Sam’s there. Listening. 

Once you’re done talking, he takes one last, long drag of his cigarette, stubs it out onto the pavement, and asks simply: “So do you want solutions… or something else, sweet’art?” 

You can see in his eyes— darting less than solid, certain against your own— that he really means it, in every way that he was too afraid to when he was younger.

The wonderful and terrifying thing about having anxiety while Sam is there is that it’s a vulnerable experience for the both of you. He’s learning, discovering, trying right along with you. And he may not be able to lift you up so easily, but he’ll be able to sink into the dark places with you, and not be afraid to see what’s down there. 

And maybe seeing someone he loves so deeply, sees as so beautiful, so smart, so kind, so wonderful, so absolutely perfect to him feel the same ways he does about himself… maybe it makes him think that he’s not as terrible as his brain tells him, either. 

Helps you take action by letting himself (finally) not be the smart one: “When ya… get like this, what do you usually do first, sweet’art? Paint me a pit’chure.” Gives you complete control, and smiles softly when you wipe your tears and the logical, the archaeological mind awakens. Mimics unraveling an ancient map when you begin to explain, and you inadvertently hiccup out a laugh. 

At times, it’ll feel like he’s trying to run again, but when he stands up and walks across the room— he always returns. This time with your favorite of his jackets, the denim one that smells like him even though he just cleaned it, and drapes it protectively over your shoulders. Clasps his palm at the back of your neck and rubs out the knot he always finds there. Smiles toothy and wide when your words are broken up by sighs of relief. Only to be filled once again with silence, gazes meeting sweet and safe. 

“Remember Indonesia?” He offers with a smirk, despite your furrowed brow.

“I guess? What about—?” 

“I read the runes’ instructions and ran us in circles all around Bali, only to reread the transcript and realized I got three letters completely wrong. J—V—A. Java. It was goddamn Java the entire time.” 

“Your point being?” 

He smiles and shrugs. Trying. Maybe he’s wrong, a foreigner in some ancient, uncertain land, but he tries.

“Sometimes our brains are just wrong.” He tries for you. “That’s all.”

You sniffle, and he leans in to press a prickly kiss to your cheek. His jacket is still warm from the dryer, wafting with the residual sting of cigarette, Old Spice Captain, cheap mouthwash, even cheaper aftershave, and something else completely unnameable. 

And maybe some others would think the scent appalling, but it’s the strangeness, the specificity, and yes, the stank— everything that makes Sam him— that makes you love it. Love him. The depth. The difference. 

The pain, and what he chose to do with it. 

Another kiss, this time down your neck. This time, the sigh of relief is his own.

What he chose to change it into. 

“So… any chance sex therapy might be a thing?” He asks grinningly.

“Why don’t we find out, ‘sweet’art’?”

[katelynnwrites]

I Don’t Wanna Be Your Friend (I Wanna Kiss Your Lips) | Ona Batlle

warnings: stomach ache inducing fluff

word count: 1706

summary: in which ona decides she wants to be your first kiss

a/n: this is my 50th fic for ona 🥰

‘You haven’t had your first kiss yet?’ Millie yells.

‘Damn Millie, why don’t you just let the whole team know.’ You sigh and sink down further in your seat.

The blonde’s voice had clearly carried down the length of the bus because Ella and Alessia appear soon enough.

‘Look I know you’re the team baby but seriously you haven’t had your first kiss yet?’ Less says in disbelief.

‘Guys come on, it’s not a big deal. I just haven’t found anybody I want to kiss yet.’ You try and assure them but at this point it’s too late because Millie has several of your teammates agreeing to go out to a club after the away game to try and find you someone to kiss.

Sighing once more, you realise there’s no way you would be able to get out of whatever your teammates were plotting.

Fifteen minutes later, when Millie starts questioning you about your type, you grab your airpods and phone, escaping the blonde to sit with a brunette instead.

A certain brunette that simply lets you lean into her shoulder and exhale in relief.

‘They’re trying to find you someone to kiss?’ She murmurs, letting you play with the rings on her hand.

You merely make a face and Ona laughs softly, switching the subject and asking if you’d like to watch a movie.

You’re all too happy to agree.

******

Ona helps you to put together an outfit from the limited clothes you had brought.

She’d laughed as you had voiced your complaints about being dragged out for the night.

All you wanted to do was curl up and watch a movie, maybe with your roommate watching it with you. Ona’s easily your best friend and you loved spending time with her.

The Spanish girl was someone whom you related to almost immediately, the out of place feeling being the common thread between the both of you, given that she had signed for United just before you.

It wasn't long before the two of you managed to adapt to the new team but the bond the both of you had stayed. If anything, it had only become stronger.

Ivana was nice and she often hung out with you and Ona but the friendship you had with her, wasn’t quite the same as what you had with Ona.

In fact, your best friend had a phrase she liked to use to describe how close you were, mi media naranja.

It was in Spanish so you didn’t understand but she said it translated to the other half of your orange.

You could not help but tease Ona, saying that you couldn’t believe she had compared you to an orange. The Spanish girl had blushed and stammered about how a direct translation was not the same as the original meaning.

Ona calling your name draws you out of your thoughts and she rolls her eyes at you.

‘Finally naranja. I thought I had lost you to your thoughts.’

Smiling at her sheepishly, you offer a meek apology which the Spaniard accepts easily.

Holding up two different tops, she asks, ‘Now choose, black or white?’

******

You begged Ona to come with you. And even though a part of her really wanted to stay at the hotel, she couldn’t say no to you. That’s how she finds herself all dressed up and squeezed beside you, into a cab with a bunch of your other teammates.

******

At the club, you’d hid your growing anxiety as Millie and Alessia introduced you to girl after girl, attempting to find one you liked.

It’s mildly exasperating to both your teammates that you keep making up excuses and turning all of them down.

Eventually they had given up, swearing that they would try again another night. Lessi had sarcastically mumbled something along the lines of how no one in the club was your type as she’d left to join Ella.

She was wrong and if you were being honest, there was someone who had caught your eye.

Said someone had caught your eye a long time ago and you were pretty sure you were in deep.

Taking your chance to seek her out, you begin looking all over.

It was strange that she wasn’t on the dance floor because Ona could usually be counted on to show off her dance moves even before she’d had drinks. It was also strange that you basically hadn’t seen her since Millie and Lessi had whisked you away.

You had hoped that Ona would stick around but you chalk her disappearance up to her wanting to give you some privacy.

You’d searched practically the whole club before it occurrs to you to check the toilets. Your teammates had been unhelpful when you had asked if they had seen Ona so this really was the only place she could be.

And she was. The brunette you had been searching for was leant up against the bathroom counter, an unreadable expression on her face.

‘Ona.’

Exhaling in relief, you hug her gently and Ona immediately opens her arms to you.

‘Hi.’ She softly whispers and you squeeze her waist a little harder.

‘You okay?’ She checks and you hum, turning your head so that you can breathe in the scent of her perfume.

‘Better now that I’m with you.’ You assure her and she blushes slightly and murmurs her similar thoughts. That she too felt better now that you were here with her.

******

You both don’t really say much as you get ready for bed. It’s a comfortable silence though, as the pair of you go through the motions of a well practiced routine.

Ona showers first while you pack. Then you take your shower as Ona packs, her going a little bit further and helping you put your shin pads back into your bag as you always somehow manage to forget them.

It’s not long before you’re in bed, Ona sliding under the covers next to you. She lies there quietly until you break the silence, ‘I didn’t kiss anyone.’

Ona exhales, secretly full of relief before she asks, ‘Why not?’

‘There wasn’t anyone I wanted to kiss there. None of them were really my type.’ You mumble, cheeks heating up.

‘Do you still want your first kiss though?’ The Spaniard softly questions.

Her hand finds yours under the covers and she squeezes it reassuringly.

‘Yeah.’ You shyly admit.

Your best friend hums in response before she says, ‘Do you want to kiss me then?’

Sitting up immediately, you look at Ona with wide eyes, trying to see if she meant it.

Ona sits up too, her hand still holding yours.

‘I’m serious mi media naranja. I’d love to be your first kiss.’

Her words are sincere and the smile on her face has you nodding, even if you are a little nervous.

‘Okay.’ Your best friend’s smile widens and she squeezes your hand once more before she hops off the bed.

Ona rummages around in her bag for a bit before she finds her chapstick, which she quickly puts on.

She gives you another sweet smile, settling herself on the bed, in front of you.

‘Which way do you want to lean, mi media naranja?’

The all too familiar nickname, in Ona’s soothing, heavily accented voice melts away the last of your anxieties.

It was just you and your best friend, the girl who you had liked for ages now.

‘Right please.’

Ona gives a nod and leans left, closing the distance between the two of you until there’s just a tiny gap left.

This near, you can see all her individual eyelashes and freckles even in the weak lighting of the sole night lamp of the hotel room.

You close the tiny gap, tentatively letting your lips meet Ona’s.

Her lips are soft and you can taste the coconut of her chapstick as she kisses you back.

Drawing back a second later, you feel a smile grow on your face as you keep looking at Ona.

The same smile is mirrored on your best friend’s face.

The Spaniard blushes, scratching the back of her neck before reaching out to push a strand of hair out of your face, ‘Would now be a good time to tell you that I have a crush on you?’

You didn’t think your smile could get any bigger but it does.

Softly you say, ‘Would now be a good time to tell you that I have a crush on you too?’

Ona blushes harder, gently placing her hands on your cheeks.

‘Mi media naranja means my half-orange. I know I let you believe it means twin but it really means soulmate. The saying is encontrar tu media naranja, to find your half orange or better half. I’ve found my media naranja in you. You are my better half, my soulmate and so much more.’

‘Ona…’

Tears slip from your eyes at her heartfelt words.

‘Please don’t cry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.’ She panickedly murmurs, using her thumbs to try and wipe them away.

You sniffle, leaning into her touch.

‘Ona, can I kiss you again?’

‘You may. Anytime you like mi media naranja.’

Pressing your lips against hers for the second time of the night, you let yourself savour the way she tastes, the way her lips move eagerly against yours.

When the need to breathe finally becomes too much, you pull away to rest your forehead against the fullback’s.

With closed eyes, you murmur, ‘Your words mean more to me than you’ll ever know, you mean more to me than you’ll ever know.’

The wobbly breath that Ona lets out makes you smile and she draws back, kissing you on your forehead.

‘I’m going to kiss you now.’, is all the warning she gives before her lips are on yours once more, until all you feel is her, filling everywhere and everything you’ve ever known.

******

This time, you’re cuddling into Ona during the journey, paying no attention to Millie’s or Alessia’s attempts to involve you in their discussion on how to get you your first kiss.

Eventually, Ona’s the one who puts a stop to it, snapping that you’d already had your first kiss and better yet, found yourself a girlfriend.

Spanish Translations:

mi media naranja - my half-orange

encontrar tu media naranja - to meet your other half

[gh0stsp1d3r]

Lol imagine Carmy hiring a chef like this- Him letting her wear all pink to work , even a pink apron, and she’s super bubbly and smiley and sweet, very different than her coworkers shshhs

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8Fe5s7F/

A/n- omg yes. Absolutely. I loved this so much I wanna write about it. It’s short buttt whatever might make a part 2. Sorry I haven’t posted I started classes and I’ve been busy ):

𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞

Carmen needed new hires, his busy schedule and life was starting to get to him, and everyone was tired.

And it wasn’t going the best until you had showed up.

You were early to the interview, which everyone was surprised about. You smiled and talked to the man in the front, while waiting for Carmen.

“Cousin!”

“What?” A man groaned in annoyance.

“Said she’s here for an interview.”

“Hi. Hello, I thought that wasn’t until…” he checked his phone for the time. “That’s not until like… 30 minutes.

“I like to be early.” You shrugged, smiling sweetly at the man.

It wasn’t until then that he really looked at your appearance, wearing a pink crop top and pink flared leggings.

Your pink lipstick, and your lipgloss to top it off made him all very confused. He looked down, noticing that you had on chunky heels and a tote bag on your side.

Your smile remained even as the man had the most confused look on his face as he looked you up and down.

“Okay. If you wanna start now..?”

“Sure!” You said, following him as he started to walk.

You both sat down, you pulled out a paper from your tote bag.

“Here’s my resume. I know I probably don’t look like it, but I’m a great cook. I went to ICE. And I-“

He stopped reading the paper and looked up at you when you said that again.

“You went to ICE?” He said.

You nodded.

“That’s… that’s amazing.” He said, nodding and looking back to the paper.

He then put it down, and looked at you again.

“So, why are you here if you went to ICE?”

“I grew up here. My family would come in a lot, and I heard it was under new ownership. After I graduated I came back.”

He listened to every word carefully, your smile and your bubbly personality drawing him in.

♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎

He hired you, obviously. Everyone seemed to love you, and even Richie had enjoyed talking to you.

Carmy however, was hesitant. At first he wasn’t sure if you were real.

You were amazing at making and decorating cakes. And you even taught Marcus a thing or two, which he was grateful for.

Not only that, you were even better at cooking other things, admittedly better than half of the chefs.

So Carmy was confused why you would be here, out of all places. Why wouldn’t you be in some other, special, amazing place. One that didn’t have mold growing everywhere, and one that didn’t have old appliances.

He watched you like a hawk when he could. You never had tried to one up any of his chefs, you’ve never said anything bad about any of them, you’ve never gotten mad at them.

You were a dream come true for him.

[poopwons]

Thinking about Artist!Jean being just the SWEETEST boyfriend when his girl isn’t feeling herself. 😭😭

Modern Au, Fluff, fem reader, No use of y/n, this is purely self indulgent, and my first ever fic I’m actually posting, sorry if it’s bad writing 💀

TW: anxious thoughts, insecurities, reader doesn’t feel good enough, I think that’s all??

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You come into the apartment in a huff, putting your things down and going to the fridge to get some water.

“Hey,” Jean starts, as he walks into the kitchen from his studio down the hall, before he stops and takes in your expression. “What’s wrong?”

“Just had a bad day,” you say, not really wanting to go into all of it, all your insecurities and the anxiety you’ve dealt with throughout today.

None of your clothes fit the way you wanted them to, making you feel like nothing you put on looked even remotely good. You were sporting an acne break out from stress? Hormones? Who fucking knows, but it’s annoying. The fact that in every window you walked by today, you saw your reflection and just felt…not pretty enough. And you do all of the things your therapist recommends when you’re feeling low like this, you’ve been working out, eating right, trying to drink more water. Not to mention the affirmations you had scribbled on your mirror in the bathroom. But some days, the irrational side of your brain wins out. Today you could not see past any of the things you don’t like about yourself. You weren’t able to view the whole picture and instead focused on the small flaws. Even going to lunch with your friends was discouraging, watching them all sport smiles and feel confident in themselves. It seemed effortless for them. And nothing ever felt effortless for you. You felt like you had to work so hard to even feel some semblance of the confidence your friends exude daily.

“What happened?” Jean asks, coming around the counter, wrapping his big arms around you pressing a kiss to the top of your head before moving down to your lips. “Do I need to beat somebody up?”

“Not unless you wanna beat up your own girlfriend.”

“Mm. That kind of bad day, huh?” He says softly, tilting your head to look at him before he kisses you again.

Jean knows about your struggles, you’ve been together for a while now, so it would have been impossible for him not to notice. He tries to do the most for you when it gets like this. He knows you can’t help it, that it tends to come in waves. You’ve been stressed at work lately and that usually bleeds into your anxiety.

“Come here, Pretty.” He says, pulling you by your hand to lead you to the couch, sitting you down and getting the blanket off the back to wrap it around you. “Stay here, I’ll be right back.” He turns to go back to his studio, but not before turning on your usual comfort show for you.

He comes back into the living room and sits down with you, sketchbook and pencil in hand.

“You don’t have to work out here.. I know you have a deadline.” You say softly from your spot on the couch, not wanting to distract him from his work just because you had a bad day.

“I got that piece done already, this is something different. It’s not work, so I’m gonna sit with you. Besides, I haven’t seen you all day.” He says leaning over to press another quick kiss to your lips, before leaning with his back on the arm of the couch, knees up with his sketch book pressed to them.

It’s pretty normal for Jean to draw in his free time when he’s not working on commissions for clients. It’s his chance to work on stuff he actually likes and lets him get more creative without the constraints of a clients wishes. You turn your attention back to the show, finding comfort in this cute little routine you two have. The warmth of his body next to yours while he scribbles on his page, the faint sound of the pencil scratching the paper, when the two of you get time like this everything else in the world kind of drowns out.

While half your brain is still going on and on about the ways you’re not good enough and ways you could improve, you try to focus on the show, trying to ignore all those other thoughts. You laugh at a part you’ve seen probably a hundred times, but you still find it just as funny as the first time. You glance over at Jean who’s smiling down at his paper, his eyes flitting between the tv and the paper. He doesn’t normally show you his free time stuff until it’s finished, so you don’t bother asking him what he’s working on, knowing that you’ll find out eventually.

The two of you sit like that for a couple hours, just enjoying being in each others company, chatting idly about the show and some stuff the two of you have going on over the weekend. After a few more moments, Jean shifts again, sitting closer to you, his sketch book splayed open to the page he was working on as he puts his arm around you. When you finally glance down at it, a look of surprise spreads across your face.

“Is that..me?” You ask softly, taking the book in your hands to examine the drawing further.

Jean simply nods, offering you a small mumble of affirmation with a little grin on his lips. As you look over the paper you see how he’s drawn you, plush lips turned up into a wide grin, you’re laughing. Your eyes are bright and you look..happy, your hair is in beautiful waves, no frizz in sight. There’s another small drawing in the corner of the page, it looks like he’s just drawn your eyes alone, shining and bright. It hits you then that when he lifted his head up from the page earlier, he hadn’t been watching the tv, he’d been looking at you.

Taking the book you look at the front cover and realize that this isn’t his usual sketch book. You flip to the front of the book and go through the pages, as you flip through it you have to fight back the tears that well in your eyes. Every page, is filled with you, sketches, drawings, some with color some without. Some pages are just studies of your features where he was trying to get your smile right, or your eyes. Some of them are full body drawings, and you recognize your own clothes, days when you’d send him selfies of your outfits with a big happy smile.

You look over at him with a soft smile, “what is this?”

He leans over and presses a kiss to your temple. “It’s you, baby. Whenever I’m having an art block or can’t think of what I want to draw, I just..draw you.”

“You drew me so pretty..”

“You are pretty. More than pretty.” He says, leaning into you to press another kiss to your temple, resting his head against yours. “Most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I thought about it when you came home and said you felt bad, that I wished you could see yourself the way I do. I thought, maybe I should just show you.”

You continue flipping through the pages, they aren’t all happy drawings. Some of them are clearly from some times when you weren’t feeling your best, but even in the ones where you have a sad expression, or tears in your eyes, he still drew you beautifully. Even when you felt your worst he still thought you were beautiful.

“Thank you…for this.” You say softly, turning towards him to softly kiss his lips, setting the sketchbook down on the table and pulling yourself into his lap to wrap your arms around him.

“Just drawing what I see, nothing else.” He murmurs as he buries his face into your neck, pressing a kiss there before holding you tightly.

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✨I want this man so bad, that is all.✨

Thanks for reading!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰

[em-prentiss]

Golden

Chapter 14: Braiding lessons—Aaron takes up French braiding (unfortunately for Emily)

Word count: 1.6k

Emily rubs her eyes as she waits for the toast to warm up, the chatter of her family behind her slowly drawing her out of sleep. Jack is halfway through telling Aaron about an upcoming field trip and Lucy, apparently, has had enough of her father’s mediocre French-braiding skills.

“Mommy, he’s not doing it right!” She announces in a loud breath, cutting over Jack. 

Emily turns around just in time to see Aaron’s face fall. She bites the inside of her cheek, hiding a smile that’s half exasperated, half amused. 

They’re sitting at the kitchen table, Jack rolling his eyes at the interruption and Aaron’s hands tangled in dark, half-braided hair, the strands slipping through his fingers as Lucy twists to complain to Emily. “It’s impossible.” He grumbles quietly, his brows drawn in a confused frown.

It’s not, and she told him that, which meant he just had to try. 

“He’s trying, baby,” Emily placates, grabbing the toast when it springs up from the toaster. She sets the plate down on the table, the unsophisticated breakfast about all she could manage with her sprained wrist. Emily pours Jack’s apple juice and slides it to him, briefly feeling grateful for his own short hair as he takes it without complaint. When she does the same for her daughter, Lucy barely gives the juice a second glance.

“It’s too loose,” she whines to Emily, her hazel eyes growing shiny beneath the curtain of hair that slipped from the braid. Behind her, Aaron looks like a kicked puppy, his own eyes signaling help. Emily sighs and looks down at her watch; they’re dangerously close to being late.

“Can we just do a ponytail for today, ma belle?” She murmurs, running her fingers through the loose strands around Lucy’s face. Half her hair wilts out of the braid, the other half hopelessly tangled as Aaron sighs and lets go. Emily bites back a smile at the defeated look on his face.

“I don’t wanna ponytail.” Lucy scowls. She looks remarkably like Aaron; the same furrow between their brows, the same stern hazel eyes—a Hotchner staple, it seems.

“Not even one with a bow?” Emily tempts, already moving to stand next to Aaron’s chair, unraveling the braid and slowly de-tangling Lucy’s hair with her fingers. They’d already had this dispute earlier, before Aaron piped up and suggested that he braid Lucy’s hair, claiming he’d seen Emily do it so how hard could it really be?

Apparently, quite.

Lucy pauses. Then, “Auntie Penny’s bows?” 

Emily can practically see the frown lift. She nudges Aaron’s shoulder with her hip, almost tasting their victory. “Yeah. You’ve been wanting to wear that purple one, haven’t you?” She gathers the dark hair into her palm.

When Lucy mumbles something in return, Emily knows this battle is won.

By the time they’re in bed, both Emily and Lucy have forgotten about the fiasco. True to the fickle nature of 6-year-olds, her tantrum was a thing of the past the moment Emily clipped the bow into her hair, her pouted lips rising into a smile. 

It seems, however, one person still remembers.

Aaron sighs into Emily’s hair, his brows still creased. “I don’t like making her upset,” he murmurs.

Emily’s chest grows impossibly warm. Smiling, she reaches a hand up and presses her thumb to the wrinkled skin between his brows. “It’s not the end of the world if she doesn’t get a braid, Aaron.” She whispers, flattening the creases before cupping his face, gently stroking his jaw, “You’re sweet, though.”

When he hums, she feels it in the tips of her fingers. He stays quiet for a beat, thinking, before he whispers, “Think I could try on your hair?” 

Emily scrunches her nose. “On my precious tresses? No, you’ll tangle them up.” She teases, though she knows if Aaron took up braiding, he’d be as meticulous at it as he is in every other aspect of his life.

Probably not at first try, though.

“I won’t,” he promises. “I’ll follow one of those tutorials on YouTube. And you can guide me. Please?” He says earnestly. He turns to kiss her palm. “For Luce.”

Emily hesitates at his sincere tone. God, she hates it when they turn those pleading eyes to her; from Aaron to Jack to Lucy. She never stands a chance. 

With his hair gently hanging over his forehead and his eyes painted gold in the soft light of her bedside lamp, Emily can’t refuse, especially for something as simple as a braid.

Sighing, she begrudgingly agrees. “Fine.” She grumbles. “For her.”

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1.

“Damn it, Aaron!” She hisses, closing her eyes against the searing pain when he pulls too tightly at her scalp.

“Sorry!” He immediately lets the strands go loose, though Emily’s head still aches.

“Gentle.” She grumbles over the chirpy instructions of the woman on Jack’s iPad, her own braid halfway done where Emily’s is a tangled mess.

“Sorry, hon,” he softly kisses the nape of her neck. “I’ll do better.”

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3.

Aaron’s hands pause in her hair.

She’s immediately suspicious. “What?”

“Uh,” he grimaces at the lopsided crisscross on Emily’s head. Is he supposed to go over or under now? “I think I lost the strands.” 

Emily’s shoulders heave as she blows out a sigh. 

Aaron frowns at the difference between Emily’s braid—if it can be called that—and the instructor’s. He lets go of it, her plait melting into the rest of her hair, and grabs her comb again.

“One more time,” he murmurs, paying no attention to the clock as it strikes closer to twelve, his brows furrowing in concentration as he gently de-tangles Emily’s hair.

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6.

Emily grabs the ever-growing hairball next to her thigh. 

“I’ll be going bald,” she sighs morosely, making a face when she feels a particularly hard tug near the nape of her neck. “I hope you’ll enjoy sleeping next to your bald wife.” She throws over her shoulder.

“Stay still.” Aaron scolds, albeit quietly. “I almost got it.” He crosses a frizzy section of Emily’s hair over the other; half the braid has come undone around her head and she’s tucked the strands behind her ear like overgrown bangs.

“Yeah, I bet you do.”

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“No more.” Emily yawns, cupping the back of her sore neck and gently tilting it to the side. She faintly hears a crack.

“Just one,” Aaron pleads. He places his hands on her shoulders and feels her melt into his chest as he turns his head, kissing her temple. They’ve long since memorized the YouTube tutorial—if Emily has to hear Nicky’s voice one more time, she’ll smash the damn tablet.

“It’s almost midnight.” Her voice is edged in a whine as she runs her fingers through her dry, frizzy hair.

“Please.” Aaron prods softly. Another kiss, to her cheek this time. “It’ll make her so happy, Em.” 

She lets out a sound somewhere between a groan and a sigh. “You’re giving me a massage after this.”

“Deal.”

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8.

Emily shifts between Aaron’s thighs as his hands still in her hair. He fiddles with the ends of her hair before she feels something gently hit her back.

“Aaron?”

“That definitely looks braid-like.” He says, sounding mildly sure as he looks between Emily’s hair and the iPad.

Thank fucking god. “Take a picture.” She tells him, her voice buzzing with impatience.

Aaron does, and when he shows it to her, she’s begrudgingly impressed. “It’s not even fully lopsided,” Emily says, smiling at the way it tilts to the left at the beginning but then straightens out. “Rough start, but you pulled through.” She grins and escapes from his lap—her prison for the last two hours—turning to give him a kiss.

“Good job, honey,” she murmurs, patting his cheek before collapsing onto her pillow. “Now can I sleep?” She demands, her lashes long as she looks up at him. 

Aaron smiles as he sets away the iPad and the comb. “I guess you’ve earned it.”

A pillow slams into his face.

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Trudging into the kitchen, Emily squints as the bright sunlight assaults her eyes, throwing Aaron and Lucy into sharp relief as they sit at the table. He’s halfway through braiding her hair, his forehead creased in concentration.

“—now I’m ready to add in some more hair here from the side.” 

Emily yawns, then glares at Aaron. “Are we not done with her yet?” 

He doesn’t look up as he smiles. “Didn’t want to mess it all up.” He looks critically between the iPad and back of Lucy’s head.

“Daddy’s braiding my hair!” Lucy beams widely. Her dimples sweetly dig into her cheeks, a far cry from yesterday’s scowl.

“Just stay still, honey.” Aaron murmurs. Even from the distance Emily can see how gentle he’s being, his grip loose on Lucy’s hair—after one too many yanks on Emily’s scalp.

Her lips twitch into a smile. “I can see that.” She walks over to them and lowers the iPad volume. “I think we can do without this, though. I heard her in my dreams.”

Aaron chuckles but doesn’t look up. “She was in mine, too.” He says absently.

Emily gasps. “Aaron Hotchner.” Lucy looks up curiously and she lowers her voice to a whisper, “Another woman in your dreams?” She arches her brow, dismayed. “Guess you won’t be sleeping next to your bald wife after all.”

He coughs out a laugh as Lucy pipes up, confused. “You’re not bald, Mommy.”

“Trust me, I was about to be.” All for you, Emily thinks as she taps her scrunched nose. 

But in the end, when Lucy squeals happily at the sight of her braid and jumps into Aaron’s arms, her grin wide, she thinks it’s worth it. Even when her daughter comes home with the braid nearly completely unraveled and even when she starts favoring Aaron’s braids, long after Emily’s wrist has healed.

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[pinkipeachiikeen]

The Intruder (Osamu x F!Reader Crack fic) (Featuring Atsumu Miya)

This was supposed to be a part of a larger story but I then realized that the only part of the story that I liked was this part so.. Enjoy!

Quick summary since this one is short: What do you get when you have a heavy sleeper, a twin brother with boundary issues and a sleep deprived, caffine high college student with a broom?

Chaos.

Complete and utter chaos. 

WC: 2,090

Story below the cut!

Content warnings: Swearing and Violence with broom from a over caffinated y/n, VERY BRIEF mentions of creepy neighbors and serial killers. But seriously, its a crack fic yall. Have fun.

Osamu has always been a heavy sleeper. He always saw that as one of the ways the gods compensated him for cursing him with the snoring bear he has for a twin brother. That or he’s just grown accustomed to sleeping in the roughest of places, whether it be the bunk under Atsumu or on a rocky bus ride with 10+ teenage  boys. His sleeping  habits haven’t been a problem since he was eleven and Atusmu decided to draw on his face with colorful sharpies. Let's just say Atsumu was afraid to sleep for the next week and a half, while Osamu  slept like a baby. The decadcade+ since then has been nothing but peaceful sleeping,

Well, until now, that is.

He vaguely remembers being shaken, but he didn’t really think it was anything to interrupt his beauty sleep over. He kind of just wrote it off as unimportant or maybe he possibly even dreamt it.

But those screams and grunts from his living room were definitely real and not dreamt. 

Osamu bolted out of bed and sped out to the living room, flicking on the light to find….

You, his lovely roommate of a few months in your favorite pikachu onesie, the one you showcased to him before he went to bed, declaring it your new favorite study tool since it's ‘comfy enough to cram in without passing out!’ before chugging at least two monster energies. He expected you to be asleep by now, but it wouldn’t be the first time you pulled an all nighter studying. He learned the hard way  to leave you alone when you get in your studying binges after you quickly snapped at him after he  asked a simple ‘hey you good?’. You apologized later with some snacks, but he definitely learned his lesson. What he didn’t expect was his twin brother being there as well.  It wouldn’t be too odd, since his brother drops by unannounced from time to time using the key under the mat to crash whenever he’s in town (despite  his complaints about it) , except  for the fact that

… you were beating him.

With a broomstick. 

“What the hell is going on here?!” He bellows.

The both of you freeze, looking like you’ve both been caught with your hands in the cookie jar. A subtle wave of nostalgia passed through him, the scene reminding him of  when their mother would catch them fighting over their nintendo when they were both supposed to be asleep. Osamu never thought he would feel like the mother in that situation, especially at  the ripe age of 24, with two adults the same age as him on the other end, and half expected you to say ‘it's all his fault!’ or ‘he started it!’ 

What he wasn’t expecting was “Why are there two of you?!”

Illusion shattered. “Huh?”

Atsumu uses your confusion to his advantage and snatches the broomstick out of your hands. “Aha!” he cheers. “Try hitting me now bitch!” 

You look at your hands, in all your sleep deprived glory, just now processing the lack of your (makeshift) weapon, then shrug, pulling your first back causing the onesie sleeve to slip down your shoulders

“ahtahat!,” Osamu chants, pulling your arm back like a mother telling their toddler ‘forks don’t go into the electrical socket’ “As funny as it would be to watch my brother get his ass kicked by pikachu I really don’t wanna tend to your injuries at two-something in the morning and you don’t need to get injured before that big test of yours.” He shares, creating some distance between you two. You murmur in agreement as Atsumu deflates from his defensive stance. “She’s really not this violent at all.” he reveals, trying to placate the situation. “A real ‘save the spiders, don’t squish them’ type of person, y’know?.” 

“Yeah, tell that to the broomstick shapes welts on my body!” he retorts. “You need to get your side piece a leash, goddamn.” 

“Excuse me?!’ You shove past Osamu to look at the bleach  blonde double. “Bitch I live here, and I ain’t no one's side piece. I don’t care whose face you have, don’t sneak into my apartment if you don’t wanna get whacked asshole!” 

 “And you!” you turn to point to Osamu. “Since when do you have a twin brother?!”

“Since when did you start rooming with a girl?” his brother pipes in. 

Osamu looks at  you with wide eyes. “What? Slow down.” he rubs his forehead. “It's too early for this.” he mutters. “Atsumu, Y/n has been my roommate for like four months now, Y/n I told you I had a brother before. I complain about him 24/7 and there's a photo of us together hanging up at Onigiri Miya.”

“Wait-” Atsumu cuts in,turning to you. “How do you know my brother's face and not mine? I’m literally famous.” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.“Atsumu Miya? The setter for the MSBY Black Jackals?” 

You shake your head. “Dude, I get winded going up the stairs, there's no way i'm interested in sports outside of the occasional gay anime, thank you.” 

Atsumu looked absolutely appalled as Osamu covers a laugh with a cough. “And you mister!” you point at him. “First, you complain about your brother like he’s a prepubescent tweenager, I thought he was still in middle school, not grown.”

Atsumus mouth only widens in offense and disbelief. 

“Second, I go to Onigiri Miya to eat, pick up food to eat, or to help clean occasionally. I don’t look around.” 

Atsumu pouts. “Just what have you been saying about me?” 

“Oh no, I'm not done with you, bleach blonde!” Atsumu fiddles with his ends in defense. “I don’t care how big of a deal you are in the sports world, you don’t have the right to sneak in unannounced in the middle of the night!”

“I didn’t know he had a roommate!” 

“Doesn’t matter! Still rude AF. I thought you were a serial killer or something.” you retort.

“So, you think there's a potential serial killer, so your first thought is to grab the broom.” Osamu says slowly. 

Your face reddens. “W-well I wasn’t just gonna do nothin!”

“But a broom?” 

“Y’know what? I haven’t slept in 38 hours, and the only things keeping me up are the ungodly amount of caffeine I ingested, true crime podcasts, and the blessing of whatever god is taking pity on my grades right now. Rational thinking has vacated the building hours ago.  Y’all are just lucky I didn’t grab a knife!” You almost whisper shout- which Osamu learned from his mother is scarier from a woman then any screaming can be. Shouting is just irritation, or frustration, but whisper–shouting? Nothing made the twins  straighten up  quicker. 

“I, for one and VERY grateful, thank you very much.” He quickly adds. “In my recent first hand experience, being whacked with a broom is very painful and can put the fear of god into any intruder.” he reveals.

“See?” you point. “Besides! Going straight to the broom was not my intention. I tried waking you up  first since you are built like a dorrito, with fuckin’ cantolope arms and I very much am not.” you wave your hand up and down your body, showcasing the Pikachu onesie and unknowingly, part of your sports bra. Osamu tilts his head away guiltily once his eyes land there, catching his(now smug) brother's attention. “But I learned that if there ever was a fire that your ass would be getting left because you might as well have been in a coma! If there wasn’t a strange man trying to unlock the door I would’ve checked your pulse!” You share before pausing. “Wait a damn minute, Atsumu, do you have a personal key?”

Atsumu shakes his head. “I just used the one under the mat..” he muttered. 

“The WHAT!” you shout, causing the twins to step back and Osamu to start mentally writing the apology letter to the neighbors. 

“Osamu,” you take a deep breath in, lowering your voice. “ Why oh why is there a key under the mat?!” you seethe. 

“I- uh- I was tired of Atsumu blowing up my phone trying to get in, and I thought it would be nice to have if I ever forget my keys at the restaurant?” He replied, almost like he was asking a question himself. 

You blinked. Once, twice, three times.

Shit. I’m really in for it. He thinks.

“Did it ever, yknow,” you start. “Cross your mind,” your face tightens. “That your car keys are also attached to your keyring? So you wouldn’t have the possibility of leaving the restaurant in the first place? Or maybe you could just give Atsumu a key?”

“..But then he’d use the key to sneak in whenever he wanted.” he murmurs, regretting it almost instantly.

“YES, CAUSE THAT'S BETTER THAN SOME RANDOM ASS MAN SNEAKING IN WHENEVER THEY WANTED!” 

Both men physically recoil but you continue. “Oh, I know for a fact that the creepy dude upstairs would love to creep around my room and use my toothbrush when I'm away. He’s always a bit too willing to help me carry my laundry.”

Osamu's eyebrows furrowed in confusion before giving a deep sigh. No doubt, she’s been listening to too much true crime. He thought “I’mma regret asking, but why would our upstairs neighbor wanna use your toothbrush?” 

You shrug. “Dunno, ask the creep that got off on using my best friend's toothbrush for weeks. Pro tip, never live above a bar. Especially in a college town.” you share. Huh. Not the answer I was expecting. 

“But thats!” you sigh deflating. Huh. I guess the caffeine is wearing off. “That’s beside the point. Atsumu,” you turn to him, much more calmly than before,  “I would say I'm sorry for beating you with the broom, but that was totally on you.” Atsumu frowns at the non-apology. “If you want to crash here, fine, but let someone know beforehand? It had to have been months since you last crashed since it was before I moved in, Osamu could’ve easily thought you were an intruder too. Showing up here uninvited and out of the blue is both rude and problematic, even if he’s your twin brother.” Atsumu nods in agreement, shly looking at the ground like he just got a ‘stern talking to’  from Ma. “Now let's get you some frozen peas for that bruise.” you say, clapping your hands together before making your way to  the kitchen. 

As you look through the freezer for frozen produce Osamu takes a minute to process what the hell just happened. He always knew he would have to introduce the two of you at some point, but he never thought in a million years it would end up like that. 

“And Samu,” you call while handing the frozen peas wrapped in a paper towel to Atsumu. “If I find a key to our apartment under the doormat again, I will change the locks and leave your ass outside to freeze in the hallway. You’re gonna be the one crashing at your brothers. Understood?” You threaten. 

He nods quickly. “Yes, maam.”

You give a small smile. “Good. Now if that's settled I'mma attempt to get some sleep before my test, which is in,” you look at the stove clock. “Five hours. Great.” you grimace. 

“I '’’m sorry!” Atsumu apologizes sheepishly. “Is there anything i could do to apologize?”

You ponder before sporting a wicked grin. Osamu knows that look all too well, and it never seems to mean anything good for him. “Well, tonight is movie night. Every friday Osamu stay in and watch a movie or two, usually shitty ones that we just roast. You are invited if you buy snacks.” the smirk widens. “Plus, I wanna hear all the embarrassing stories you have about ‘Samu only a twin would know.”

“And there it is.” Osamu mutters as you giggle. 

“Ill see you there, kay?” You said before (finally) clocking out for the night, leaving the twins in silence for teh first time since Atsumus arrival. 

“So..” Atsumu starts. “She’s cute.”

“Don’t even start.” he states dryly.

“C’mon, I saw the way you checked them out!”

Osamu shakes his head, trying to fend off the blush taking oover his cheeks “I was just trying to be respectful!”

Atsumus shit eating grin only grows. “Sure, Mr. ‘Built-like-a-dorrito-with-cantolope-arms. Keep tellin’ yourself that.”

Needless to say, Atsumu  ended up with several more (non-broomstick shaped) bruises that night.

[alix-is-o-a-k]

alix!! fluff fics are always a nice start, and I’ve had painting my room on my mind. you could get the nark boys painting nick’s earth-apartment? lark started painting when mercedes got him into art therapy (henry suggested it to merc, but yk how lark is) and does little flowers on the baseboards, maybe?

anywho, best of luck with posting fics!! I’ll be sure to hype you up :)

ASBSINSOA THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! This was soooo fun to write! (Went a little longer than I meant it to lol)

“Lark? What’re you doing here?”

Nick’s standing in the open doorway of his new apartment. He’s wearing black shorts and a loose grey tank, both splattered with dark red paint that could be mistaken for blood from some distance.

“Uh.. sparrow told me you were painting your apartment and I figured- do you want some help?”

“Yes.”

Nick opens the door wider and steps back to let Lark in. Splattered on the walls in uneven brush strokes are streaks of the same red paint on his clothing. The color’s dripping from the walls onto the floor.

“Nicky, what the hell is this?”

Nick’s face goes red and he scratches at the back of his head. “I… can’t paint. You know that.”

“Nick, this is an absolute disaster- were you seriously not planning to get anyone to help you?” Lark looks at him incredulously.

“I thought I could do it! And you’re here anyway!”

“Luckily for you,” Lark grumbles, picking up one of the abandoned paint brushes on the floor “let’s get started.”

Nick picks up the second brush and follows Lark’s lead, bringing the brush down in even strokes along the walls. They’re finished with the first in half the time it would have taken Nick, and Lark puts his brush down with a sigh, running a paint-covered hand through his hair and smearing the color into the brown strands. Nick laughs and Lark looks at him questioningly.

“What?”

“Nothing- just, your hair.”

“What’s wrong with my hair?”

“You’ve got paint in it, see?” The demon brushes his hand through Lark’s hair and purposefully smudges the paint even more. Lark lets out an outraged noise and picks up his brush, flinging the droplets of paint at Nick, who raises his arms in front of his face to protect himself.

“Oh you are so on.”

The two begin to wrestle, the paint staining their skin and clothes until, panting, Lark collapses on the floor. Nick pins him down with one hand, sitting on his legs to keep him from moving.

“So you admit I win?”

“Fine, you little shit,” Lark pushes Nick’s hand off of his chest and leans up to kiss him. Nick happily melts into the kiss and lowers the two of them down until they’re parallel with the floor, Nick’s  arm wrapped around Lark’s waist.

“Got you,” Lark whispers into Nick’s ear and his pulls his hand from the demon’s face. Nick touches his cheek and grins when his hand comes away red.

“How dare you,” he says playfully, and stands up. Lark makes a noise of protest, but Nick just sticks his tongue out and heads towards the bathroom to wash the paint off. When he gets back, Lark’s doodling something in pink on the base of the wall, and Nick crouches next to him to watch. The moment Lark sees him he turns bright red and smudges the paint.

“No I wanna see! What were you drawing?”

“Nothing!” Lark says hurriedly. Nick narrows his eyes but changes the topic.

“Where’d you learn to paint anyway?” Nick asks, sitting against the wall to look at Lark.

“Art therapy. Mercedes signed me up for it a few years ago.”

Nick lets out a noise of contentment and the two sit in silence for a little longer until Lark leans over and presses his lips to Nick’s again, and then Nick’s up against the wall as the paint from Lark’s hand bleeds into his shirt.

Below them, just barely visible is a couple of doodled flowers, with N+L written in pink.

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hope you enjoyed it! I haven’t written in a while, sorry if it’s bad lol

[mtreebeardiles]

WIP Wednesday

Was tagged by @illusivesoul — many thanks! Very excited to see where that seraghast is going btw 👀

Haven’t been writing as much but I’m hoping to move past my temporary hiatus soon. I do have a little bit of the next part of Stardew Effect written tho, so here ya go!

Not formatted because tumblr hates me lol

Tagging let’s see @tiny-banana-time @pastelroyce @dandenbo and I see LadyA did a WIP Wednesday but tagging you anyway lol @theoriginalladya 🧡 no pressure as always (gonna also tag @urdnotflexthejedibard though if you wanna share it with us in discord instead since it’s original 👀 still wanna see how that project is going 🥰)

"So, okay… run this by me again."

Kaidan was perched on Evvy's bed, cross-legged, elbows braced on his knees as he watched the other man resettle beside him. On the nightstand before them was Everett's laptop, lid open, screen aglow, the bird he'd rescued peering down at the keys as if in deep concentration.

"I'm like, ninety percent sure that bird is actually Liara."

"And she's cursed?"

"Like, super cursed."

"And you came to that conclusion because something… repelled you? When you tried to heal her?"

"Something like that." Everett mirrored Kaidan's position, and for all he looked even more exhausted than he'd seemed earlier that day, there was a quirk to his lips and a glint in his eyes that echoed the sort of good-humor Kaidan had come to associate with him.

"You seem amused by all this."

"I'm amused by you."

"Hey! Why!" His outrage was undercut by his own inability to suppress a smile. Despite the weird and frankly worrying circumstances, it did him good to see Evvy in better spirits. He reached over, prodding Everett in the ribs, doubling his efforts when the other man tried to squirm away. He captured him, pulling him against his chest and running his fingertips along the sensitive areas he'd mapped once before. "I went all the way to that tower for you! Climbed way too many stairs! Tried to understand Wizard!"

Everett was laughing, only half-heartedly trying to escape.

"I almost tried re-creating that hallucinogenic tree tea! And I come all the way here just to get sassed! Unbelievable."

"You weren't gonna try to make that tea, Kay."

"True, but saying I would've helps my case here."

Everett shifted, looking up at him, cheeks lightly flushed. "Fighting dirty there, Kaidan?"

"If it gets you to laugh like that," he replied with a shrug, smiling a little. "Worth it."

Everett's smile softened, and he leaned up to brush a kiss to Kaidan's cheek. Kaidan gave him a little squeeze in return, resting his chin against his shoulder. "So what's actually amusing?"

"Just how outraged you are at the idea of curses," Evvy admitted. "We know Liara can teleport, but this is where you draw the line?"

"This is a step beyond 'odd,' Evvy. This," he gestured towards the bird, watching as it lifted a delicate foot and attempted to smack a few keys with it, promptly falling over. "This I can't even take seriously."

The bird turned its head then, fixing him with what could only be considered a beady-eyed glare.

"I don't know how else she can communicate with us!" Everett leaned forward without actually leaving Kaidan's hold, reaching out to set the bird to rights. "Try your beak?"

[psychosistr]

Snake in the Grass- Chapter 3

Summary: Things go from strange to stranger for Dominic and his little team as they deal with broken doors, faulty communicators, and, worst of all- not one, but two enemy agents appearing.

Notes: Poor Dominic is just NOT having a good day, lol x3

-First Chapter-

Well, today just seemed determined to go from bad to worse, didn’t it? The flicker of hope that things would finally start going well for Dominic now that he was reunited with part of his old team was thoroughly stomped out when they came to a jammed door similar to the one that had separated him from his partner. Both him and Shoots tried their best to pry it open, but with its control panel smashed it was just as stuck as the last one.

“They really need to put in an emergency override for these things..” The loon muttered to himself while activating his communicator. “Steelbeak? Come in, Steelbeak.” The only answer he got was static, prompting him to tap a few buttons and move the device around in an attempt to clear it up. “Steelbeak? Hello?” All he got was more static. “What’s wrong with this thing?”

“Might be a ssssignal jammer. Ourssss haven’t been working either.” Adders suggested, his partner nodding in agreement.

“Damn it..” Dominic cursed under his breath before speaking into the communicator again. “Steelbeak, if you can hear me, the doorway over here is blocked off, too. We’ll try to meet you on the next floor up. Domino out.” He ended the call and led his former subordinates to the stairwell with a notable scowl. “I swear, I’m half-tempted just to burn this building to the ground and call it a day.”

“You and me both, boss.” Shoots fell in line behind the darker fowl, his partner taking up the rear as they looked for the stairs. “We’ve been chasing this guy for hours now- I wanna go home already!”

“With any luck, we’ll be out of here soon.” Dominic wished he could actually believe his own words, but their cumulative luck seemed pretty dismal so far. Still, the trio pressed on and made their way upstairs to the third floor- it wasn’t the first time they’d dealt with missions gone wrong and likely wouldn’t be the last, so no point letting it bring them down.

As they explored the upper floor, Dominic noted that it had been spared the chaos that had thoroughly wrecked the lower two but still held that same eerie silence that permeated the rest of the building. Although he would have liked to call out for his partner and find the rooster as quickly as possible, the idea of alerting their enemy to their location and opening themselves up to an ambush encouraged the loon to hold his tongue.

By the time they’d explored more than half the level and found no trace of either their enemy or his boyfriend, however, Dominic had become extremely worried. Did his call not go through? What if Steelbeak was still on the second floor looking for him? Was there even a staircase on his side of the building? What if he was trapped in the corridors without a way out? What if he was stuck down there with the enemy? What if he was hurt-?

Something cool and metallic hit the loon’s chest, bumped his leg on the way down, and dropped onto his webbed foot before rolling onto the floor, startling him a little. “Huh?” Looking down, Dominic found a bullet- the same kind that Steelbeak used, he noticed- with a tiny, scratchy dent that looked like someone had tried to pierce it without breaking it completely. Where had it come from? He hadn’t seen it coming or even heard it hit the ground. “What-?”

“Enemiessss!” Adders suddenly hissed, rising up a bit to get into a more defensive position.

“!!” Dominic and Shoots instantly looked in the same direction as the serpent, both birds drawing their guns.

There was a moment where the lights flickered again and the colors around him seemed to shift but then, to the loon’s surprise, he saw not one but TWO unfamiliar men watching them from around the corner of a small hallway the trio hadn’t reached yet. One of the strangers was a dark green asian grass lizard with an extremely long tail and small body while the other was a tall and buff white-furred wolf- both dressed in standard SHUSH uniform suits.

“How..?” Dominic hesitated to fire at the pair straight away- mostly because he was confused about why there was a pair of them to begin with. All the reports he’d heard- even from Shoots himself about his pursuit of the enemy- indicated that only one intruder had gotten in and the building had been on strict lockdown since then. So why were there now two SHUSH agents in here with them? Something about this wasn’t right.

“Get ‘em!!” Not surprisingly, Shoots didn’t put as much thought into the situation as his former boss did and instead lived up to his namesake by charging in & opening fire with his laser blaster.

Fortunately, Dominic was used to dealing with the recklessness of both Shoots & Adders in combat situations, so he easily fell into the role of providing cover fire for the cardinal. Without his arms, there wasn’t much Adders could do to help, so he followed behind the pair of sharp shooters.

The enemy agents ran almost instantly, dodging as best they could in the cramped hall. Dominic saw a silver revolver tucked into the waistband of the wolf’s pants but, surprisingly, he didn’t fire back despite the obvious danger. Instead, he knocked over filing cabinets, desks, and any other large office furniture the two ran past to slow down the trio pursuing them. When that didn’t work quite as effectively as he intended, the wolf grabbed a steel chair and said something to his partner.

By the time Dominic figured out they were heading for the stairwell on the opposite side of the building, it was a few seconds too late to stop them. He switched to his pistol loaded with ice rounds and tried firing ahead of the enemy agents, hoping to seal the doorway before they reached it. The only things he managed to hit were the door frame and the back of the wolf’s arm, causing him to let out a pained howl. Despite the freezing solution spreading across the larger man’s arm, he managed to get the door open and, as soon as the lizard’s long tail was clear of the entrance, he slammed it shut.

Shoots reached the door first and tried bashing his shoulder into it. It didn’t budge. “Damn it!”

Dominic glared at the door. It was reinforced steel with no glass panes- shooting at it wouldn’t do any good. Damn it all. “This isn’t good..” Taking charge of the situation as he often did, the loon looked at his comrades with a serious expression. “The situation’s changed: There are more enemies than we thought and there could be more hiding out or finding a way in. We need to contact FOWL and get more reinforcements.”

“But what about the signal jammer?” Shoots raised a good point.

“We could try the roof.” His partner suggested. “If we get up there, maybe we could get a clear ssssignal?”

Dominic thought the option over before giving the snake a nod. “It’s worth a shot.” Leading the other two back to the stairs they entered through, he could only hope his partner was safe and would stay that way until reinforcements arrived.

End Notes: Short and suspenseful chapter- next one will be from Steelbeak's point of view and will shed some light on things.

<-Previous Chapter Next Chapter->

[sapphosclown]

i just finished watching wednesday on netflix and i wanna talk about it

spoilers ahead

first and foremost i would like to say i am not a fan of the addams family, i do not know pretty much anything about the lore or anything other than the basic stuff, goth family, morticia and gomez are in love, wednesday is spooky. i wanted to watch this show for two reasons, i wanted to see more of the addams family and i think jenna ortega is pretty.

now that thats out of the way, i saw some people critiquing the family dynamics of the netflix show, saying the big thing about the addams family is that whilst being goth and morbid they love each other and the fact that was changed in the show really softened a blow for them. considering i haven’t seen past versions i don’t want ti comment too much on this. i will say tho, i think maybe giving wednesday mommy issues was cheap writing because i think a loving family dynamic would have made for more interesting characters. the switch up i can only imagine came into play because they needed a way to draw out the plot/leave wednesdays visions a mystery for longer.

speaking of cheap writing, i did find the show a bit corney from an outside perspective. i think the actors did a great job, especially jenna ortega, but the writing was meh and the plot was predictable, to me at least. that’s not to say it wasn’t enjoyable. i truly enjoyed my watch through and had a fun time watching and trying to put together the puzzle with wednesday. i will say i predicted that plot twist half way through the show purely because it seemed right there and i thought it would be funny. a lot of little moments i totally saw coming.

the plot itself wasn’t bad, persay, but i would’ve liked it to be different. the heavy focus on romance/the love triangle was not something i expected but i really should have to be honest. i didn’t have any expectations walking into the show so i can’t say definitively what i would’ve liked to see instead. again, an enjoyable watch if you’re just watching something for the hell of it but it didn’t feel like anything special to me, just another retold story of a beloved character.

the thing that distracted me maybe the most the whole time was the cgi of the hyde. literally what the fuck was that. why did it look so fucking goofy. i literally couldn’t even be stressed when it was on screen bc of how goofy it looked. ESPECIALLY when it showed tyler turning into the hype, damn near peed my pants. there’s no way they’re budget was that damn small that they couldn’t get some better special effects. like i can’t tell if it was supposed to be goofy as a style choice or if they just ran out of money for that part. i watched the entirety of First Kill (also on netflix) which had many reviews on the poor sfx and i truly think the hyde was worse than anything in that show.

on a little bit of a separate tangent but relating back to first kill, it’s a little frustrating that this show honestly was just as corney as first kill was but this one will probably get a second season but first kill won’t. whether it be the queer love story or it just simply isn’t as marketable as the addams family, it makes me sad.

i’m regards to the romance, i truly think from the bottom of my heart wednesday and enid should have gotten together. assuming there will be a season 2 i would still like to see them end up together. their hug at the end of episode 8 brought more emotion than any scene they had with their love interests. and i don’t want to say that platonic love can’t be portrayed like that, because i love platonic love and would be happy to see more of it. but id also be happy to see sapphic content, especially in something as recognizable and popular as the addams family. not to mention how queer themes already present themselves relevantly in the plot. this whole “outcasts vs normies” thing is a painfully obvious reflection on minority groups. wednesday being the odd one out even in her own strange family would be so well tied together in her also being queer. not to mention the blatant metaphor in the parents day episode about enid wolfing out and being afraid her family won’t accept her if she doesn’t fit their expectations. a sapphic love story between enid and wednesday would have enhanced the plot substantially and made it feel more fleshed out than a half assed love triangle with two white boys i can barley tell apart. i would take a focused story of these two girls falling for each other over the other one any day.

not to mention, wednesday did not really like tyler nor xavier. she only cared about herself and used them to get what she wanted/needed. and i love it for her! but why did they try to say she liked them! especially tyler! she had absolutely zero interest in him romantically. i honestly wanted to like it so bad but there was nothing between them to me. he clearly had feelings for her but she did not reciprocate them. on the other hand, i believe wednesday loves enid, if not proven by their hug. there was a solid chemistry between the two of them and while consistently shown in their em sections of the screen it was deliberate to me in a way i don’t think i can dissect right now having only watched once. but neither of their love interests had the chemistry they had with each other and i really wish they would’ve just gone with that story or head that direction next season.

i think i will probably watch the show again, i enjoyed it. i’ll enjoy reading analysis of it because i just love film analysis. i think the visuals were pretty (besides the hyde don’t even). and most of all jenna ortega’s take on wednesday addams was, in my lowly opinion, wonderfully executed, despite the writing and plot, i loved her and feel like she fit the part very well. watching her do her little dancey dance is mesmerizing and i’m in love with her.

i believe that’s all i have to say, i just had many many thoughts as i was watching and i really wanted to express them. thanks for reading if anyone did, this was a little nonsenish. i’d love to hear other opinions as well :)

[feuqueerfire]

February 2024 Movies/Shows Wrap-Up

A little monthly (spoilery!) wrap-up of all the shows, movies, and shorts I’ve watched or am watching in February 2024, general thoughts, and ranking of them all.

Recommendation of the month(s): Honestly, this month involved me watching BLs which brought something new to the table (omegaverse, fantasy & thai legends, isekai-ed into a game, lawyers and crime) but none of them stood out to me as much as I’d hoped (my greatest wish is stronger, more coherent scriptwriting). Recommendation is try whichever concept seems most appealing.

Ranking

Love For Love's Sake = Midnight Runners (2017) = Laws of Attraction (2023) =  Pit Babe = The Sign = Mr. and Mrs. Smith

Average Rating: 6/10 [unfortunate that it’s just 6/6.5s considering I was hoping for more from Pit Babe/The Sign/Laws of Attraction]

MDL Updates - Added to Watchlist: 

A section because I’m curious about how many shows I decide to add to my Watch List a month and also the ratio of watching them:adding them.

Title MDL (year) - (date added to Considering or To Watch): initial reaction

Love for Love's Sake (2024): Positive reception and Cha Woongki is in it

Marry My Dead Body (2022) - 240202: I was watching Certified Noonas What's Coming Up in Feb 2023 and came across this, Taiwanese movie where dude marries a (male) ghost

Pit Babe (2023) - 240207: omegaverse racing show wouldn't necessarily draw me in but some Tiktoks I saw of eps 1-2 (esp of Charlie woahhh beautiful boy, I even reblogged on here which I very rarely do for shows I haven't watched yet) were interesting + lately, I've been seeing a lot of praise for it (esp that week when apparently Last Twilight Ep 12 disappointed a lot of people but had a really good episode for this show)

A Shop for Killers (2024) - 240210: I saw it on the Certified Noonas coming up in January I think? But I also saw it getting good impressions on the r/kdrama on-air threads + pocha playlist's initial impression + it has Lee Dong Wook, even though it's not like I watch all his shows or anything

A Killer Paradox (2024) - 240210: Been waiting for this since literally 2023 after I watched Strangers From Hell and saw in Certified Noonas' 2023 releases that it was from the same director + is an interesting concept

My Personal Weatherman (2023) - 240215: I don't know, maybe I just wanna see their dubcon bad bdsm dynamic. also, i keep reblogging horny gifsets cuz there are plenty for this show...

The Sign (2024) - 240215: The finale still isn't properly available yet so I don't really know how people will feel about the end but oh well, I'm gonna end up watching it either way because of how much people have been loving it

Chaser Game W (2024): Another Japanese GL and apparently it has toxic-ish workplace romance + post-breakup second chance romance yay. Also, the tweet where one of the characters is like “I’m a lesbian” *thunder* is hilarious

A Little Romance/Let's Wait for the Rain to Stop (2022) - 240219: A 14-minute Chinese bromance short from this tiktok that I saw

Dead Friend Forever - DFF (2024): I’ve been meaning to watch this since like ep 1 came out and I learned it was supposed to be horror-esque/slasher and seems like people have been loving it even more these past few eps. I’m actually so excited to check it out, I hope I love it and it rots my brain.

To Watch List At Start Of Month: 62

To Watch List At End Of Month: 67

Removed from To Watch List:

Title (Year) - (date removed): reason

None

Completely Watched

Love for Love's Sake (2024)

Country: South Korea

Release Dates: Jan 24, 2024 - Feb 1, 2024

Watch Via: paid, so :>

Watch Dates: Feb 1 - 2, 2024

Rating: 6/10

Overall Impression: It was cute, the concept was nice, the early 2 eps were Very promising and last ep was touching but the middle (esp 5-6) was quite meh for me. There was also a bunch of confusing stuff, esp in the second half, but I guess I won't try to investigate too much. It has people really talking and discussing and dissecting it though, which is a fun aspect.

tags: love for love's sake

Also Appears In: Love For Love's Sake Live Blogging

Midnight Runners (2017)

Country: South Korea

Release Dates: Aug 9, 2017

Watch Via: Tubi (free)

Watch Dates: Feb 3, 2024

Rating: 6/10

Overall Impression: I came in with expectations of copaganda and bromance. Got the copaganda (I mean the real cops were useless af but) and bromance, as well at annoyance at these male-led shows with female victims where the story is solely about the men and they just dilly-dally through it all like why are you not upright enough to be like oh, I shouldn't waste time getting my ears cleaned by pretty girl rn, there's a 7-hour critical timeframe we were taught about, chop chop. Anyway, they were still passionate and did it, so good job but this really was just more about a male power fantasy of being the hero and beating up people and being the "saviour" because it was just about them 2 doing anything and we don't even get a moment of the girls after rescue and like 1 minute of them total before that. I can enjoy these sorts of action movies and like a good fight scene but I think I can be really averse to using crimes against women while centering men in the show (Midnight Runners, fuckass Manner of Death). I love Beyond Evil though, even though 2 male main characters were the focus in this story where a serial killer is killing women but I think that story maybe that story 1) properly showed the gravity of the crime against the women and 2) there wasn't a scene like the ear-cleaning parlor in this one and the sex scene in Manner of Death after they got that important laptop where I was supposed to either find it funny or sexy that they were doing this instead of focusing on the fucking investigation.

Agh, so many words and half of them aren't even about this movie

Laws of Attraction (2023)

Country: Thailand

Release Dates: Jul 15, 2023 - Sep 2, 2023

Watch Via: paid, so :>

Watch Dates: Feb 3 - 6, 2024

Rating: 6/10

Overall Impression: I really liked To Sir, With Love which was a lakorn and so was different than every other BL I've watched and was hoping I'd similarly love this one, which is also bringing something unique to the BL table. It started off really well for me, I thought Charn was such a fun (morally corrupt) character and was intrigued about what was going on. I liked the lesbians Maya and Rose as well ofc. However, I think toward ep 7 and 8, it kinda became very meh for me (that warehouse live stream scene not counting) because the mystery was too predictable/boring and thus had no tension, people kept making incredibly stupid decisions, and I wasn't attached to the characters enough to care/be emotional about all the wedding stuff. Nawin was a great addition in ep 7 though, so unexpected and fun. Unfortunate that the meh impression ended up being the last ones since that sticks with me more than liking it in the earlier eps.

tags: laws of attraction

Also Appears In: Laws of Attraction Live Blogging

Pit Babe

Country: Thailand

Release Dates: Nov 17, 2023 - Feb 9, 2024

Watch Via: iQiyi (paid, so :>)

Watch Dates: Feb 7 - 11, 2024

Rating: 6/10 [May 12, 2024 Update: Decreased by 0.5 stars when rerating shows I've watched in 2024: 6.5 -> 6]

Overall Impression: This show had everything: non-traditional alpha/alpha relationship, racecar competitions, x-men like superpowers, child trafficking, pseudo-incest if you think about it (from Kenta's side at least), and more. And it didn't have a super strong script, there were nonsensical elements and plot holes that didn't get addressed and things that happened to just move the plot along, but it was a fun watch nonetheless, both for the novelty and the entertainment factor. Babe was a very compelling character with his past and how he behaves in the present and his relationships with Tony/Way/people in general. Also helped that Pavel did a really good job with him and acted his ass off, there were quite a few emotional moments in there. I agree with some people's comments that I wish Charlie's actor Pooh as a better actor. And his character wasn't as developed or with depth as the other ones either, like in terms of emotions I guess. Although I really liked Charlie/Babe, my true ship winners might be Pete/Kenta in a Not Me ToddBlack fashion, to be honest, with Kenta as maybe my favourite character (2nd is Babe). They gave us like 2 tiny hints that they might know each other and waited until literally last 10 mins of episode 11 out of 13 to lay out their history. They have an interesting friends (-> brothers/crush) -> enemies -> allies again at the very end dynamic where I think that they could become lovers post-canon. Really had me writing a fic idea in my notes app after my few months of no drive to write.

tags: pit babe, kenta

Also Appears In: Pit Babe Live Blogging, + my fic heh

240215: I'm not starting Only Friends already because I wanna take some time to write my Pete Babe fic and if I start a new show, I'll stop writing it. However, I was in dire need of some BL and ended up rewatching just bits of Ghost Host Ghost House ep 4 after I saw a gifset on here, then watched like 2 mins of Bed Friend cat Uea and then Eps 13 - 15 of Addicted Heroin. Man, once again, 2016 Addicted Heroin cutoff must've actually been so fucking tragic. Like I'm only rewatching parts of it nearly a decade later + watched the Stay With Me remake and still it's devastating the way it just ends, I can't imagine how people who were watching it in real time coped. How has nobody leaked it even asdfghjkl Also ended up reading chapters 96 - 135 because I was like hm maybe I wanna read more but the book is A Lot, so stopped lol

Mr. & Mrs. Smith (2005)

Country: USA

Release Dates: June 7, 2005

Watch Via: TV

Watch Dates: Feb 19, 2024

Rating: 6/10 [May 12, 2024 Update: Decreased by 0.5 stars when rerating shows I've watched in 2024: 6.5 -> 6]

Overall Impression: This is fun and finally I will understand what people mean when they reference this movie (although I knew that it was about hitmen/spies who were married and didn't know the other was a spy as well and that's pretty accurate). Had one of my favourite tropes of having guns/knives pointed at each other and ample chance to kill the other person but they Can't!!! Todd/Black was my original for this but then we got Vegas/Pete, Pete/Kenta and now this movie which came out like 2 decades before these other shows lol Anyway, fun but not something I will think about again + the characters aren't developed enough for me to care.

The Sign (2024)

Country: Thailand

Release Dates: Nov 25, 2023 - Feb 11 (24), 2024

Watch Via: Youtube

Watch Dates: Feb 20 - 24, 2024

Rating: 6/10 [May 12, 2024 Update: Decreased by 0.5 stars when rerating shows I've watched in 2024: 6.5 -> 6]

Overall Impression: I think I liked the first few eps and the potential of the series and the possibilities than I liked the actual series oof. Since everybody freaking loved this, I also had high expectations. I thought there would be more focus on the romance and fantasy and past lives aspect and less on the cop activity. I feel like they didn't choose the correct things to show on screen. I think most of the fight scenes and stuff were confusing and not choreographed very well, and some moments needed to have more time dedicated to them or have more gravitas to them. However, some moments were just shot/directed so beautifully. I enjoyed the parallels between Tharn and Phaya or their current life and past life. It shows the cyclical nature of Phaya and Tharn's lives, and it would've been even more impactful if we saw more of their past lives (their OG life or other reincarnations). Highly doubt I'm gonna think of the characters again, I somehow stopped being attached to them about halfway through - probably related to the fact that I liked the first few eps (half?) of the show better. They tried so many things, but I don't think they satisfyingly merged them or chose the correct things to focus on on-screen.

tags: the sign

Also Appears In: The Sign Live Blogging

I’m not watching anything in the last week of February because I seriously need to study for this exam and can’t have a show distracting me but am also in such desperate need of a BL, so I skimmed some stuff.

240226: Skimmed parts of History 3: Trapped’s last few episodes and it continues to hit. agh, it’s just so good. Also skimmed a bit of Semantic Error middle episodes but not as much as Trapped

240228: Skimmed some middle bits of the Our Dating Sim movie, I really need to rewatch the full thing in year cuz I think it’s possible for it to go from 6.5 -> 7

It’s a shame that I only watched 6 things this month (and 2 of those were movies that) because I had a week of break in the middle from university. Still, it’s fine because I used that week to write a fic after a couple months instead, so I’m not too sad. And since the Thai BLs were pretty like plot-involved (esp The Sign and Laws of Attraction), it makes sense that I wasn’t just jumping from show to show.

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2024 Anticipated Series & Movies

...Pit Babe fic

[atomicallysound]

27/7/23 - late

growing up is hard. it’s 4am right now. well, 3:56am if you wanna be technical about it. i remember the first time i stayed up until 4am i was 8 or 9 years old and i stayed up cuz i was was watching american dad with my sister… then she went to bed and i went playing on my computer. i was listening to spanish flea by herp albert on loop for like three fuckin hours, i remember cuz i drew my oc cakies playing the trumpet. it was actually a pretty good drawing for what i could do at the time, with my fucking mouse and mspaint and all — but that’s besides the point. after all that i went on minecraft and joined random servers and started arguing with people just to be annoying. man, it was so entertaining! it got to 4am at that point and i remmeber thinking “wow, this’ll probably be the latest i’ll EVER stay up!” then my dad came home from wherever the fuck he was and i went to sleep.

but about that… isn’t it something how when you were a kid; staying up was this monumental unheard of action? i always felt so wild staying up to even midnight. now it’s like whatever. just another night.

i’m not even tired yet. i’m TIRED, of course, but i’m not sleepy. i have this fucking headache too. and i can’t stop sneezing, so even if i could sleep, i’d be too busy sneezing to do anything about it. i think i’m getting sick. i don’t know where from since i haven’t really gone anywhere since i quit my job. man, i really fucked myself over by taking a nap earlier! at like 3 or 4pm i was depressed as all hell so i thought i’d sleep it off. it worked, i felt better when i woke up, but i woke up at like 8pm and royally fucked my sleeping schedule… oh well, i’ll just drink a shit ton of coffee tomorrow. or, later, i guess… i don’t really consider past midnight to be “tomorrow” until the sun rises. i don’t really drink coffee anymore… i used to be all about it but the last time i drank it was a deeply terrible latte from like, 3 weeks ago…

i got that deeply terrible latte because i went to starbucks to have a table to write at, and the employees were all having a lovely conversation with eachother and i suddenly felt sorry as hell for coming up to them because then that meant they’d have to stop talking just to give me my stupid drink. i wanted to jump out the fucking window at that point but i’d already walked up to the counter, and i wanted a caramel macchiato but i couldn’t remember if that was simple or hard to make — and i didn’t want to be any more of a bother than i already felt i was, so i decided to order the most basic simplest drink i could think of so they could go back to their conversation sooner, and ordered just an iced latte, please.

maybe i shouldn’t have gone to starbucks anyway because the latte sucked, it was like four fucking bucks for this muddy puddle water with a few ice cubes in it, the table i was writing at sucked & was sticky, these girls behind me kept laughing in my direction and i couldn’t tell if they were laughing AT me or just laughing & happened to look near me, i felt like an idiot, i didn’t even have anything to write about, the fire alarm kept going off cuz they were testing it, honestly why am i even talking about this? who cares? what is wrong with me? why do i feel like the scum of the earth for daring to buy a drink from people who make drinks for a living? maybe there is something wrong with me… or maybe it’s just starbucks. i don’t really like starbucks that much. 90% of my starbucks visits where id buy something have been thoroughly unpleasant. there was an incident with a certain vegan breakfast sandwich. there was a muffin i bought to share with my friend who then decided she didn’t want any and i had to sadly eat this muffin by myself while she just watched. there was a hot chocolate i burned my tongue on. but i will admit, their caramel macchiatos are good.

the birds are singing outside. it’s like 4:30 now. 4:29 if you wanna get technical about it. how have i spent half an hour writing already?

i kinda wanna stay up and go watch the sunrise. but at the same time… sleeping sounds good. goodnight friends

-yellow

[anxiouslyfred]

Connections - Creativitwins

/ Remrom (readers Choice on interpretation)

Summary: There's a big argument when Remus is finally kicked out of the family home and he carries it on to include Roman, cutting everyone in his family out afterwards. Roman tries to stay in touch, get back in touch but has no success until the soulmate connection forms, putting images Remus is drawing on his arms, onto Roman's skin. Perhaps there's a way to get back in touch after all.

Warnings: Arguments, being kicked out of home, incest if you wanna read it that way

Part of an ongoing Daily DRLAMP story with each part focusing on 1 ship. I don’t care how you want to read this part.

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“So what about you?” The question, sounding more like a demand, made Roman blink.

He'd been stood in his room, watching everything unfold for the last hour. He'd heard the yelling and come out to see things being thrown and hear more yelling, both from his parents and from his brother. It felt like he'd tried to speak up a million times, to ask what was going on, to try to stop the scene from getting worse, and every time he was yelled over, ignored.

Now Remus was stood staring at him, the question hanging between them and Roman was lost over what it meant. “Me? Well, what – what about me?” He asked after trying to figure out the question and failing.

“You taking their side? You coming with me? What are you doing?” Remus ground out the questions, half turned to go back into his room and start throwing things into bags. He'd been given a day to pack up and move out and Roman had been wanting to try and talk his father out of that decision, to make them let Remus stay until he decided to move out for himself.

“I don't have savings, not like you have. I'd just cause you more troubles.” Roman tried to explain, still frantically trying to think of a solution that wasn't this, that he could convince Remus to go along with, that his parents would accept.

Remus fully turned away then. “You know you wouldn't, not if you actually cared about me enough to come with me out of here.” He stated, already closing the door when Roman jumped over to block it.

“Of course I care! I've been the freaking middle-man in these arguments for so damn long, I'm still shocked that whatever caused this argument didn't have me sent to talk to you in the first place! But you know my theatre clubs, all the acting has meant I haven't been able to save up as much as you. I won't be the reason you struggle to eat just because I can't bear to live away from you!” Roman hissed out, refusing to yell when that could cause their parents to come back and begin the argument again, or worse, shorten how long Remus has to pack.

“NO! You care about keeping your perfect life! Perfect will be even more true with me gone and all you'll be is relieved the screw-up isn't around!” Remus snapped back, glaring while shoving pens and paints into a bag.

Roman tried to force his brother to turn around, to face him, but got shrugged off. “If I feel any relief at all it will be because that pair won't be expecting me to control you any more, something I never wanted to do. I want you here and the yelling to stop, but their need for appearances is stifling both of us but you especially. I want you somewhere that your paintings can be praised and sculptures admired like you deserve! If that means I let you keep your savings to have furniture in whatever apartment you get , then damn it I'll stay here!”

“I want you with me! I want support out there that isn't from strangers thinking I'll get them things or can be used for something! We can get more savings or different jobs and do it our own way! Together!” Remus did face him now, shoving Roman back into the door frame, fire dancing in his eyes before it died away. He turned back to packing with a sigh. “Just say you don't want to come with me. Don't make excuses based on money.”

The fight drained out of Roman too, as he turned to go back to his own room. “I won't say that, because I wish I could. You text or call and I'll come running. Hell, I'll even help you move your stuff tomorrow.” He promised.

Remus's room was empty before Roman woke the next day, no messages left for him, or any of their family.

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Since Remus left, Roman hadn't heard from him. He'd tried, called and text for months after he left, but all the calls were ignored, all the texts went unanswered and it felt like his twin was doing everything he could to block him out.

Patton had mentioned meeting a soulmate called Remus, and he'd felt hope, but no meetings were arranged. Actually it seemed like Patton was almost avoiding that soulmate entirely, not just trying to stop Roman from meeting him.

Roman had tried asking Logan if he had a soulmate called Remus too, and learnt that after being involuntarily used by Janus to find Virgil Logan was against deliberately introducing any of his soulmates to each other. He tried not to be annoyed by this soulmate Patton and Logan shared causing him issues in reconciling with his brother.

When he was younger, Roman had doodled, on paper, on his arms, occasionally on tables. Remus had done so as well, enough that their parents teased them over making meeting to easy if they ever get the soulmate where pictures on your skin shows on the other persons.

Since becoming an actor, and now attempting to make that a job, Roman had curbed the habit. He didn't want to cause issues for costumers. Except watching his arms that seemed like an unavoidable situation now.

Lines were twisting over Roman's skin, patterns and style familiar enough he wondered why it was showing up now, months after his birthday.

By the time the picture was finished and lines stopped forming Roman was scrambling for his phone, typing in the number he'd given up hope from ever hearing from again. If the image on his arms wasn't drawn by Remus then Roman was a tone-deaf businessman.

The dial tone said he wasn't going to find out though.

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Virgil was still getting to know Roman, still trying to know who this person was that whatever formed soulmates dictated he'd get along with, but he definitely smiled at the lines going over Roman's arms.

They were on a picnic again, having decided that could be their date night activity until the weather grew colder and Roman had decided to just wear a t-shirt today. Given Roman had mentioned knowing all his soulmates and none had the connection he was witnessing he assumed a new connection had formed recently.

Even more interesting was that he recognised the design. Remus had been trying to convince him that a tattoo would be the coolest thing for them to get together since forcing him to take the painting he'd been doing when they met. “That looks like one of my other soulmate's is drawing on you.” He commented, offhand when Roman noticed the artwork forming.

“Remus? You're one of Remus's soulmates?” wide eyes were turned on him immediately with the comment, Roman suddenly leaning towards him. “He changed his number so I can't contact him! Can I come with you when you next see him?”

“Jeez, fine!” Virgil lightly nudged Roman back, but frowned, “If you know each other and are soulmates, why...?” The words drifted off, unsure over if he actually wanted to ask the question.

Roman collapsed back onto the ground. “Brothers, family argument. He cut off all contact and never replied or answered when I tried to stay in touch. Now the number I knew was his just has a dial tone when I've tried calling it.”

“Guess I'll play telephone then. Want me to tell him or do you want to surprise him?” Virgil offered, reaching out to hold Roman's hand and mimicking the tapping that Roman usually did for him.

“I'm scared he'll run if you tell him I'm coming.” Roman admitted, his free hand coming to cover his face. “Is he doing okay, though? I've been worried.”

Virgil thought for a moment before snorting. “Since you love Disney so much, I'll say he's basically become Bert from Mary Poppins and seems to be loving it.”

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Remus wasn't sure what to expect. Virgil had said someone would be joining them today, for the movie night they were having at Remus's apartment and when he'd tried to guess which of their shared soulmates it was had received only negative replies.

So all the clue he had to go on was that Virgil thought it was someone he knew, and they'd enjoy having a movie night all together. Well that, and now he looked at his arms, an analogue clock with the hands pointing to their agreed time for the movie night and a doodle of a TV. Apparently there was a fifth soulmate that Remus hadn't known about until now that had figured out who he is.

The movie night couldn't come fast enough with that realisation which was almost enough to stop Remus realising the TV doodle seemed familiar somehow. If only he could figure out where he'd seen doodles similar to it before Virgil and this other person arrived... Perhaps it was time to rearrange the sculpture of Logan's things into something new.

Virgil's knock came just as Remus placed the last folder to complete the dragon's mouth. He assumed it was Virgil at least, this knock wasn't the tentative on Virgil usually gave, but loud and basically demanding attention.

“Virge! You know I've said you can just come in!” Remus bounded over calling, yanking the door open before freezing.

“You might have told Virgil that, but I'm really not sure if that extends to me.” Roman replied, not moving to enter at all, and bringing his arm up so Remus could see the same doodle that had appeared on his arm still there.

Remus blinked each eye individually, as if this could be a hallucination, or a trick of the light, or something, anything other than his brother stood outside his apartment, with a soulmate connection evident between the 2 of them. “Roman?”

“No, I'm actually a mirror Virgil got on discount from the thrift store.” Roman tried to joke, his attempt at a smile falling at the lack of reaction Remus was giving while his mind raced to understand what was happening.

A shake of the head got him out of his shock. “Was it a fun house mirror? I'd never wear so much white!” His cackled, grabbing Roman's wrist to yank him through the door and into the tightest hug he could manage.

“Bet you would if I spilt bleach over your wardrobe.” Virgil snickered, slipping through the door behind them and closing it. It was only then that Remus realised he must have brought Roman with him and had just gone unnoticed when Remus entirely focused on Roman.

“Wouldn't be a true white. I've tried to even bleach light coloured fabric and even that doesn't go as white as this jacket.” Remus countered, one hand dropping to tug at the bottom of Roman's jacket while refusing to let the hug go, even when Roman tried pulling back.

Roman scoffed, “You poured bleach into the washing machine on lights laundry day. Am I just taking up residence here?” He'd turned his head to speak, so it wasn't buried in Remus's neck anymore.

“I've been severely deprived of your hugs so yes, you are. Don't make me get the super glue out!” Remus nodded, grip tightening.

Virgil and Roman were both grinning, snickering at him. “Wouldn't dream of it, but I was told we're having a movie night, not a cuddles night.” Roman remarked, arms relaxing around Remus now he'd accepted the hug would carry on for longer.

“I've decided it's both. Virgil can join in too if he wants.” Remus nodded, dragging him over to the sofa so the were curled on it together.

“Fully good over here. That level of touch seems overwhelming right now. Why don't I put the first film on?” Virgil raised both hands in surrender to stay out of the cuddles, instead looking for the remote and sitting just out of reach of them.

“Your loss.” Remus shrugged, but nodded and waved to the remote sat in front of the TV.

[achehex]

デジモンゴーストゲーム#36ご視聴本当にありがとうございました!!! Thank you from the bottom of my heart for watching Digimon Ghost Game #36. This was the most titanic task I’ve been assigned in my admittedly short career. I handled 24 cuts of layouts and I think 14 cuts of 2nd key animation. I feel bad for leaving so much extra work, but the deadline was way too tight for me to be able to draw the remaining 10.  This time around I won’t post gifs of my scenes because it’s a whole 1:20 minutes of animation :’v But if you are curious I handled the bit when Kiyoshiro is being turned to stone, all the way to when the debris from the fight hits around Ruri. The more action packed portion of my section even made it to SakugaBooru if you wanna take a peak and don’t feel like watching the whole episode. I want to thank everyone again for your support, and as always some longer thoughts after the cut! Another thing I’ve been meaning to say is that my inbox is always open if you are curious about my work and all that good stuff.

I cannot even begin to describe how stressed I’ve been. I was constantly rewatching the episode preview just to have something to watch. There was only one time where we got to see the finished episode before it aired, and I understand it, it’s sensitive information, and they can’t just send it to any freelancer, even if not maliciously that kind of stuff can leak easily, but the problem on my end is that I���m left not knowing how my cuts will truly look. As you may know inbetweens are the drawings you add to your animation to smooth out the motion, but in anime production inbetweens are handled by a whole separate team, you can draw guides for them (both charts, and rough drawings), but since it’s not really your job, it doesn’t factor in the time that you have for said work. I drew as many IB guides as I could on what I considered the most important cuts, but a bunch of other ones I just did my best guess at what good timing and spacing would be. I still don’t have enough experience to do that in my head without seeing it, so there’s always a chance that a cut won’t look the way I imagined.  I was desperate to know if my cuts looked good, and I think they mostly do. I think that animation is my current skill ceiling in terms of action sakuga. It obviously could’ve been better, it always can, but at my skill level and within the deadline, I’m definitely more than satisfied. If you read my reflections after episode 18 you’ll recall that I was feeling depressed because I didn’t know if I had blown my one chance to draw a really cool action scene, but this time around I was given that chance again, and I tried so hard to not squander it. Maybe it’s weird or even immature, but I like being complimented for my work, so I wanted to draw something that was worthy of compliments. I’ve gotten a lot of impostor syndrome these past 2 months, this industry is just filled with so many incredible artists, and I can’t help but feel that I skipped so many steps that would’ve given me a more solid foundation to stand on, but at the end of the day, given the right circumstances, I can produce good work, and I’m happy about that. Oh also this episode was my first episode working as a full time freelancer on Digimon Ghost Game! So at least for the foreseeable I will work on 1 episode of Digimon every month-month and a half, so you haven’t seen the last of me there. Thanks for reading and for all the support, cheers!! Here’s a bonus drawing, my practice drawings for learning how to draw BettelGammamon, since I had never drawn him before.