#I’ve had 12 hours and some sleep yes I really love it

[buildoblivion]

*harry styles voice* my favourite thing about the new fall out boy song is like … it feels like a fall out boy song

[nfr-girly]

Hasan x Reader // Pet-sitting Kaya

a/n: reader is shorter than Hasan, uses she/her pronouns

Hasan parks into the driveway next to her car. It’s 11pm, he’s not even sure she’s awake.

*

*12 hours earlier*

“So you’re sure you’ll be okay with her?” Hasan asks

“I’ll be fine you just go out and have fun” you say

Hasans going out to film a Fear& video, however his friend bailed out of looking after kaya last minute, so he had to look for a replacement ASAP.

Luckily, your Saturday was wide open, and kaya loved you anyway. So when Hasan asked around, you didn’t hesitate to say yes.

On the other hand, as soon as you agreed Hasan Instantly regretted asking you. Hasan adored you, in the way that he shouldn’t. Him and you had always been close, QT introduced you when you dropped her off at Hasans one time. From that point you and him got on really well. Unfortunately from that, Hasan gained an interest in you.

He never thought for one second you had any mutual interest in him, so he never said anything. He had too nice of a friendship with you to lose it over some stupid feelings.

“Remember, Kaya likes to go on walks by the park, and her food is in the-“ Hasan started to ramble, worrying about Kaya. He had never left her with anyone for the whole day.

“Okay Hasan I’ve got it okay? You can trust me” you look up at him with trusting eyes

Hasan took a deep breath and nodded. He trusted you, always. He just worried about Kaya.

“Okay. I should get going now. Again thank you so much for this. I know it was last minute”

“It gives me something to do. Me and this one can have a girls day” you smile at Kaya as she approaches you and Hasan

Hasan smiles, feeling relief now. He gets all his stuff and starts to head out.

“I’ll be back probably around 10. Is that okay?” He asks

You nod

“Okay. I’ll see you later”

“See you later” you smile

As Hasan steps out into the porch and head towards his car, a voice in his head keeps on saying; “tell her” “why didn’t you say anything” “should’ve kissed her”

Hasan mentally punches himself for what he didn’t say.

*present time*

Hasan unlocks the door and slowly enters, in case either you or Kaya is asleep. He takes his shoes off and hangs up his jacket.

He walks into the living room, to find the sweetest view he might’ve ever seen.

You and Kaya. You’re sleeping on the couch, snuggled up with a blanket, glasses hanging off your face, book halfway slipping out your hand. Kaya snuggled in your arms.

Hasan feels time stop as he admires the scene. His two favourite girls cozied up together, both fast asleep.

He contemplated waking you up, but before he could decide you were already starting to stir.

As you woke up, Hasan starting putting away his stuff, so he could hide the fact he had been staring. How could he not? You looked so beautiful.

“Hasan?” Your sweet voice was heard and Hasan smiled to himself before he turned

“Hey. Sorry I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“No it’s okay, I must’ve feel asleep while reading, Kaya probably felt tired too” you laugh as you look down to Kaya

“I’m sorry I’m back so late, we got held up a bit.”

“It’s okay. I should probably head home now anyway.” You get up and start grabbing your stuff.

“Hey wait, it’s super dark out, I mean you don’t wanna head home this late. Why don’t you stay over?” Hasan nervously asked, hoping you’d stay.

You stopped for a minute. “Y-yeah I mean as long as you’re okay with it”

“Yeah yeah of course. Here let me take your stuff and I’ll show you to the bedroom” Hasan starts to head upstairs before you speak up

“Wait I don’t have a change of clothes”

Hasan stops and turns to you. “You can borrow some of mine. They might be big but at least they’re comfortable” he laughs

You pause, feeling a sense of warmth, you agree

“Okay, thanks” you smile

*he shows you to his bedroom and hands you a pair of clothes, leaving you alone to change*

you take a look around the room, the walls plain except for a few decorations he’s collected, a few pictures of him and Kaya scattered about, two dumbbells by his bed.

you get changed and look in the mirror, Hasans shirt looking massive on you while his sweatpants just fitting you. he gave you his smallest ones

You put your stuff by his bed and head downstairs to the living room. You see Kaya now awake and sitting with Hasan on the couch watching TV.

You approach Hasan and say, “hey I’m done changing now, so am I sleeping on your bed or down here, cause I don’t mind which one”

But Hasan doesn’t reply, instead he stares at you, to him, right now you’re the most beautiful thing ever, seeing you in his clothes feels normal, like it should be a regular thing.

“Hasan?” You say, confused

Hasan snaps out of his state. “Oh sorry, um I’ll sleep down here with Kaya, you can sleep in my room.”

“Are you sure? I feel bad”

“Of course, don’t worry about it” he says, reassuring you

“Okay thanks”

An hour later you start heading to his bedroom, Hasan coming with you to grab his clothes to change into. ‘Ask her out, what are you doing? Ask her out.’

“Thanks for letting me stay over, I don’t really like driving in the dark, so thank you” you laugh

“Don’t worry about it, hey um, I was just wondering, are you free next Saturday?” He asks you

you stop, “yeah I should be, why?”

Hasan pushes down his nerves and asks. “Well I was wondering if maybe you wanted to hang out, maybe we could go see a movie together? I also know a really good sushi place nearby, if you wanted to go there after?”

Your heart skips a beat, ‘is he asking me out on a date?’ you ask yourself as you take in his words

Hasan notices your pause and begins to worry, should he have asked you that? Oh god, what if he messed everything up, will you still want to be friends with him-

“Okay” he hears you say

“What?” He replies

“I’d like that, next Saturday then?” You say

Hasan manages to hide his smile as he replies

“Yeah, does 1pm work for you?”

“I’ll check but i should be free! But no yeah id really enjoy that” you smile

“Great, well we can talk about what movie we’ll see in the morning, it’s late so I’ll let you get some sleep” Hasan smiles at you before heading out the door

���Good night Hasan” you say

“Good night” he smiles, as he closes the door and heads downstairs

You smile and feel warm as you tuck yourself into his bed. Feeling content as you head to sleep, already looking forward to Saturday.

Meanwhile, Hasan is downstairs settling on the couch, kaya on her doggy bed next to him, both getting ready to head to sleep

Hasan lightly smiles as he thinks of what to do to make Saturday enjoyable and can’t wait to spent time with you.

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a/n: please let me know if you guys have any requests!! Also let me know if you’d like me to write about their date x

[jjmaybankswifeyx]

don’t play with me princess

zach justice x fem!reader

warnings • smutty smut smut, zach : daddy, kissing, use of yn, pet names, oral sex, flirting, angst, jealous zach, swearing , 18+

summary: you went on dropouts after being friends for years and him begging you for ages to come the podcast , you finally give in and things kick off.

*zach has his own place in this*

you were messaging zach all last night about the podcast, what time to come etc he was being so sweet telling you he’s gunna be with you the whole time but knowing zach he will probably bully you for it tomorrow on the podcast “i’ll be fine” you mumbled before dozing off to sleep.

you wake up at 11:06 to zach phoning you making sure your awake as you always sleep in, unfortunately you had just woke up and had an hour to get ready and leave as you had to be there for 12:30 and it takes 20 minutes to get there “yea you just woke me up” you say rolling out of bed “good can’t have my star guest not come” he says, you hang up the phone starting to get ready doing a natural look as you didn’t have time nor effort to do a glam look, once you finished your makeup you chose your outfit then left.

you got there about 5 minutes before the pod started saying hi to everyone “omg yn” alyssa shouts across the room running towards you engulfing you in a big hug “alyssa ahh i missed you so much” you say with a massive smile “alright alyssa she’s mine calm down” zach says appearing around the corner with a smug little smirk on his face “oh shut up zach” turning around to face alyssa again and walking into the studio.

“hello welcome or welcome back to dropouts today we have an extra special guest, my girlfriend yn y/l/n” looking at u in shock “oh you wish” looking at the mic “i do i really do, so yn” your quick to answer as your nervous as what hes gunna say “yes zach” already dreading the question “how have you been” relieved with this you start to smile “yea it’s been great honestly i’ve started my own clothing line and makeup and it’s going great!” smiling knowing how far you’ve come “wow that’s great! any boys recently ?” jared says adding to the convo “oh jared you know” you say winking at him before you both start bursting into laughter, you look over at zach and he looks like he’s burning a hole into your brain, he looks mad ? you chime in “no guys i’m jk don’t clip that” you say with a nervous laugh zach still does not look impressed until he spits out “oh yn you wouldn’t even kiss jared on the cheek never mind do the devils tango with him” smirking you reply “oh and how would you know that” he stares at you for a second “okay guys if your not subscribed to the patreon you get a 7 day free trial, you get extra bits from these podcasts also you get them earlier plus extra videos like the drunk episodes when we get me and some other people drunk and try spill some secrets” you just look at him unimpressed as he carries on.

by now your on the subject of sex and relationships jared talking about this girl he is going out with tonight and how he would love to have something with her as theyd been speaking for months “yea jared i think you just gotta go for it, no woman wants a man who takes their time, and they don’t want to beg for it either ” you say giving him a woman’s perspective “oh yn you were begging for it last night” zach says smirking earning an oh and oh shit from jared and alyssa you just completely gobsmacked on what this man just said to you “oh please like i would go to you for that your probably not even as good as you make out zach, actually alyssa can you relate to this a man always says he knows what he’s doing yet he can’t get it in the right hole” jared and alyssa start laughing hesring a very quiet yes from alyssa as zach says “oh trust me i know what i’m doing” you didn’t look impressed “hm ye still don’t believe it sorry zach” he’d had enough at this point he wanted to throw you over his shoulder, take you upstairs and prove it while you were screaming out his name “don’t play with me princess”, jared just gasped and alyssa just started laughing you however just turned over and said “of course i’m gunna mess with you other wise your gunna wind me up so” looking over at him letting your eyes drop for a mere second you saw him readjusting himself seeing a massive bulge in his pants looking up with him smirking at you.

alyssa and jared start having a conversation about something i’m not sure what i was zoned out thinking about what zach said and his bulge until you were pulled out by zach coming closer to you wanting to whisper something “i’m gunna fuck you so hard after this your not gunna be able to even speak and say i didn’t know what u was doing, you understand me gorgeous?” you nod while backing away just smiling jared and alyssa obviously caught on “um guys what you saying over there” knowing you were caught until zach chimes in “oh i was just asking yn about something i heard about her clothing line and it’s true but not able to say sorry. it’s a secret” you sigh knowing zach just saved your ass and his.

after 1 hour of you and zachs glances you started you flirt with jared to get a reaction out of zach, must say he contained himself pretty well until the pod finished you said your goodbyes to jared and alyssa claiming you were gunna hang out with zach for a while as you haven’t seen eachother in months they believed it obviously as it is true you did miss him but you needed him now, as soon as they walked out that door you said “so you gunna prove it to me or what?” walking over to him looking up batting your eye lashes without a word he smashes his lips into yours quietly letting out little moans and gasps as he picks you up taking you to his room he throws you on the bed hovering over you “hm you look so good today” moaning while he’s kissing your neck “you too baby, wanted to have my way with you since i first met you” you moan against his touch not knowing this as you thought you guys were just friends with the occasional flirt “take your clothes off princess wanna see you” he says throwing his shirt some where across the room, after hearing those words you have never done something quicker you were lying there naked while zack still had his jeans on he slowly started kissing down your stomach reaching down to your bare dripping pussy “this wet already baby? hm someone’s needy” saying with a grin before you could answer he dived into your pussy sucking your clit making you scream out in pleasure “hm zach more baby please” he starts to pump his fingers in and out of you sucking and licking your clit, you could hear his tiny little moans and the vibrations coming off, “could jared eat your pretty pussy like this baby?” he says hint of jealousy in his voice you shake your head unable to focus “words princess” he says picking up his pace “no! daddy you do it better than anybody” you say about to come until he stops what he’s doing and looks up at you “what did you just call me?” you now are very embarrassed yet the words come out you couldn’t stop it “d-daddy” he smiles looking at you “fuck princess i cannot do this i need to be in you” you sigh then spreading your legs for him as he unbuckles his belt letting the cold air hit your core “fuck gorgeous such a good girl for daddy” he says slipping into you, he’s massive so much bigger than you thought “fuck daddy your huge” that just gives him a boost and he starts picking up the pace, “oh baby you don’t how long i’ve wanted to do this” he says moaning in your ear “me too daddy needed your cock for so long hmm” screaming without a care who heard you “your mine princess” you moan at the words nesrly making you cum alone “all yours daddy” you say trying to fight for breathe “what princess didn’t quite hear you?” ramming into harder and deeper “i’m yours daddy all yours!!” shouting even louder before he utters “good girl” as his thrusts get sloppy “where do you want me beautiful” without even thinking you say “in me daddy i’m on the pill” he does a couple more thrusts before you both are cumming the hardest you ever have, nobody has ever made you feel this way and you loved it, he pulls out of you now all cocky “that prove it to you huh” saying all confident “wasn’t even that good” you say smirking “hm i wish i could believe that but your moans and words say different gorgeous” he says before getting something to clean you both up.

as you were laying there he says “i meant it you know” you look up at him confused “your mine now, not letting you go” you just kiss him as you fall asleep tangled up together.

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hope you guys like this, i am currently on the ganja writing this so i apologise if there’s any mistakes or anything❤️❤️

[honeyboylovee]

‘Sleep well, baby’

Pairing: Wonwoo x gn!reader

Word count: 600ish

Genre: established relationship!AU, fluff

Warnings: none

A/N: I had this in my drafts for way too long. I had my exams and just couldn’t finish it. So here it is now that I’ve a little time. Feedbacks are very appreciated. I hope you enjoy! Thank you for reading.

The sound of the elevator dinging reaches your ears. You have reached your floor. With the last ounce of energy you have in yourself, you drag your aching feet till you reach your apartment door.

As you enter, you notice Wonwoo’s shoes in the shoe rack. He is home early today, you think. You take off your shoes and hang your coat before moving towards the kitchen. You’re hungry and there’s food. That’s all you see. The last meal you had was seven hours ago. You really have faced the consequences of not carrying a snack to your work today.

He’s wearing his headphones and the bright light from his monitor illuminates his face. He doesn’t notice you yet. On reaching near his gaming chair, you gently place your hand on his shoulder so you don’t startle him. His attention shifts from the game and almost immediately, his smile that you love so much graces his face.

He pulls you on his lap and wraps his arms around your waist. Soon after, he saves his progress in the game that he was playing and exits it. Now all his attention is focused on you.

‘How was your day, baby?’, he asks you.

‘Long, like really fucking long. I haven’t even showered yet because I was starving and just wanted to eat.’

‘Hm…I understand. You worked for almost 12 hours today, didn’t you?’

‘Yes, I did! And you know what, my lame excuse of a boss still thinks that’s not enough.’, you say with a raised voice as you let your frustration out.

‘No way! Does he want you to live in your cubicle now?’, Wonwoo exclaims, completely invested in your rant about your senior.

You chuckle at his comment. If there’s one thing Wonwoo is the best at, it is to validate your frustration. He never makes you feel unheard even though sometimes your rants become repetitive.

‘I don’t knowww’, you whine, as you snuggle your head into his shoulder. The warmth he radiates immediately comforts you. One of his palms shifts to draw little shapes on your arm. On nights like these, all you want to do is to sleep in his arms with his scent and warmth engulfing you. The rythmic thumping of his heart calms you down.

‘Want me to run a bath for you, baby?’

‘Mhm no, gonna shower real quick..’, you say as you get up from his lap.

‘Gonna wait for you in the bedroom, hm?’, he says sweetly.

‘Yeah baby, I’ll be super quick so I can be in bed faster’

Shower was tiring, to say the least. All you did was stand under the showerhead for ten minutes like that would get rid of all the dirt from the day. As you got out, you saw Wonwoo laying on the bed with his phone and his glasses on. He was wearing a white shirt looking comfy as ever. You rushed the process of putting on your night clothes. And now, you could be in bed. Finally, you could be with your boyfriend who looked so comfy from afar.

‘This is the best part of my day’, you whispered.

‘Sleep well, baby’, he told you, eager for you to get some rest.

As you slipped into a slumber listening to his heart beat, Wonwoo made a mental point to let you sleep in on the weekend and get your favourite food delivered.

[prettyboysdontlookatexplosions]

three weeks down, 12 to go… i said yes to a new student which i’m kind of having second thoughts about but well too late now. (they’re taking the hunter test, so going through january, which is nice since most of my others will be dropping off in december.) that brings me to 12 total, two of whom are twice a week, and also meant that this was another 7-day tutoring week (at a little over 35 total hours of work), lol. the good news is that the content development race is over, with all sets for this leg of the project having been claimed, and while i have a few to do i no longer feel the pressure of “if i do these too slowly i’ll miss out on more hours.” which is already a huge psychic lift! i am not fully prepped for tomorrow’s sessions but i am tbh not worried about it for various reasons, including that tomorrow i will work on some answer keys while watching the indistry finale and it will be nice and chill.

MOST excitingly in work news, i found an app that combined with my new love affair with the apple pencil will i think allow me to compose my work to do lists as i dreamed… thrilled beyond the telling of it tbh. we’re so back.

my room is still very messy but i did a bunch of dishes today. i have not done many of my little habits but i hit five workouts & 70k steps. i think i am going to do as a redditor suggested and treat this 10 week workout program as two 5 week ones with a break in the middle to keep working out but take it easier for a week or so, which means i’m more than halfway done with the first “leg” and also gives me a place to do my covid vax (i don’t… love… that covid vax season coincides with my busy season lol). i have not given a lot of conscious time for fun or rest this week but i kept it moving on a busy donation day for free store & i had a really good zoom talk with my friend i have a standing zoom date with & tonight i got to see faith/void fuck it the hell up on the lower east side with several fond familiar faces in attendance. i also did finish the patrick radden keefe book about human smuggling in chinatown although it came so down to the wire i wound up screenshotting the last 20 pages to finish after libby took it back. today i looked at the silly magicians fic i started right as things were kicking into full gear and found that i still liked the little of it that hours recently spent content developing. in the next twelve weeks there WILL be times when i wonder why i am doing this to myself but i’ve been at this long enough to know now that the answer is that this stretch is what makes possible things elsewhen in the year like sending a few emails and fucking off because i have cramps or i have plans or i’m very busy reading an entire middle grade fantasy series in a single month, plus ofc all of the sleeping in. my goal so far has been to get through it without feeling crazy and so far i feel pretty sane!

[smilesrobotlover]

Whumptober day 12- insomnia

This one is more of a wholesome one :) OK SO! Anyone remember Flower? A different Link oc? I talked about it a little bit ago, but you can go to his tag and see details about him and his Zelda there (there’s a lot more details than with Real). The jist of it is, that Flower was taken from his family when he was a baby since it was discovered that he was the hero. He was raised by the sages who all were either terrible or great. When Zelda’s parents died, Kaeru, the Sage of light, took control until Zelda was old enough. Kaeru is the main villain and he is the worst :) This was fun cuz I haven’t thought about his Zelda’s personality, so that was fun to explore. Anyways hope you enjoy!

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Zelda rubbed her tired eyes as she skimmed through the magic books. The candle she had next to her was not emitting enough light for her to comfortably read without straining her eyes, and it hurt. Though it could possibly be from her being so tired that her eyes just naturally strained to read the small letters in front of her. She rubbed her eyes again and gave a sigh, the words not comprehending in her tired mind. She really should be sleeping, it was in the middle of the night, and she knew that if Impa caught her she would be in big trouble. But for some reason, instead of peaceful rest whenever she tried to lay down to sleep, she was met with tossing and turning, unable to shut her brain off to allow blissful dreaming. So instead of laying around in her bed, she decided to do something with her time. Kaeru was disappointed in her magical development so she figured she could try to study magic more. She groaned again and laid her head on the book she was reading, allowing her eyes to close and hoping that it meant that she was finally going to sleep. But once again, restlessness overcame her, and her body was refusing rest. Frustration caused tears to prick at her eyes as she wished so desperately to stop being awake. She almost started weeping right there when she suddenly heard a purr. She lifted her head and saw a cat staring at her on the table.

“Where– where did you come from?” She wondered out loud as the cat stretched across her books. She reached out timidly to pet the feline, but pulled back. She needed to focus.

“She loves pets, you know.”

Zelda spun around and saw a sleepy looking Link, with his little flower tangled up in his curls.

“Link! What are you doing in the library at this hour?”

“I should ask you the same thing, Zelda,” Link tilted his head and wandered over to where Zelda was sitting. “Are you reading?”

“I’m studying about magic.”

“Why?”

Zelda gave Link an annoyed look. “Because I need to get stronger.”

Link titled his head as he gave the cat head pats. “But you’re already strong.”

“No I’m not.”

“Yes you are! I’ve seen the way you trained with your magic. It’s amazing.”

Zelda pursed her lips, trying to keep the frustrated tears from forming in her eyes again. “Kaeru doesn’t think so.”

Link didn’t respond this time. A heaviness entered the air, and Zelda struggled to breathe from it. She stared hard at the pages, desperately trying to distract herself from the heavy silence. Suddenly, she felt a hand rest on hers, and she flinched away.

“S-sorry! I’m so sorry,” Link said quickly, withdrawing his own hand. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

“No, Link it’s alright I’m just… tired…”

“Then you should go to bed, Zelda.”

“I… I can’t, ok? I can’t sleep.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know! Insomnia or… something.”

Link sat up straight, realization on his face. “Oh. I thought you were forcing yourself to stay up late. I’m sorry Zelda.”

The princess looked down. “It’s alright. You didn’t know. Honestly if anyone saw me down here, they’d be worried about the same thing.”

Link gave a sad smile as he pet the cat. “Well, at least you’ll have Biscuit here to keep you company.”

“Biscuit?”

“That’s her name,” Link nodded his head towards the cat on the table. “I named her that.”

“Why—why did you name her Biscuit?” Zelda couldn’t hide the humor in her voice, why must Link always come up with cute names?

“Oh! Well it’s kind of a funny story,” Link bumped his head against Biscuit’s and looked at Zelda with a playful expression. “When she was a kitten, I watched her eat a full biscuit, all by herself! She left no crumbs!”

Zelda frowned. “Was she a small kitten? I don’t think that eating biscuits would be possible.”

“She wasn’t a tiny kitten, but she was still a kitten, much smaller than how she was now.”

Zelda hummed in a skeptical tone. “Are you sure she ate the whole thing?”

“Yes I’m sure! I saw it with my own eyes,” Link pointed at his bright blue eyes that were hiding behind his round glasses. “Do you doubt my eyes?” Zelda smirked and stole his glasses, putting them on herself.

“Yeah, I kind of do. Your eyesight is terrible.”

Link made an offended gasp, looking away dramatically.

“How could you, my trusted friend?” He exclaimed, waving his hands over his head as Biscuit watched them intently. Zelda giggled and took his glasses off, setting them down on the table.

“So I assume you named the other animals here then?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well,” Zelda brought up her fingers and started to count, “there’s that horse named ‘Pinecone’, the pig named ‘Stir Fry’, there was also a dog named ‘Scissors’, and lastly the blue cucco named ‘Nitrogen’?”

Link snorted. “I was a child when I named most of the animals, besides, you could never come up with something as great as those names.”

“You weren’t a child when you named the cucco. What is nitrogen anyways?”

Link shrugged. “I dunno, but it sounded like a cool name for him.”

Zelda giggled again and rested her head on the table. “How did you come up with the names?”

“You want to know?”

“The full story.”

Link smiled and got more comfortable. He began to tell the tale of Pinecone and Scissors, excitement in his tone whenever he got to the climax of the story. Zelda listened intently, watching his toothy grin whenever he recalled the memories, his blue eyes lighting up once he reached an exciting detail, his hands flying all over the place as he gestured what was happening. Zelda could watch him all night, but drowsiness hit her, and before she knew it, she had fallen asleep on the table.

Zelda woke up in the comfort of her bed. She sat up, confused. Wasn’t she just in the library? Had she fallen asleep? If so, how did she get up in her room? She lived in a tower, it wasn’t easy to get up there when exhausted. She recalled the night before and remembered Link talking to her. Did he… carry her up here? Her face grew hot and she buried her face in her hands. There’s no way that was a dream… oh goddesses.

She heard a meow next to her and she saw Biscuit curled up on the edge of her bed. She stared at Zelda with sleepy eyes, and the princess couldn’t help but give her some pets. Though she didn’t sleep for long, she felt much better than she had before. She didn’t know what it was about Link’s voice, but it put her to sleep. Maybe… she could have him talk to her before bed…?

Zelda shook her head. She couldn’t do that to him, he was busy himself, besides, she shouldn’t ask him to stay up simply because she struggled to sleep. But still…

Biscuit got up and stretched, getting closer to Zelda who was frowning at the blankets. She smiled when Biscuit got closer and she gave her a few more pets. Regardless of how she felt, she was still grateful that Link was there with her last night. And she was grateful that he carried her up to her room. She definitely needed to thank him for that, for everything. Ever since her parents died, it was easy for Zelda to feel alone, especially with Kaeru there, putting unbearable pressure on her shoulders. But whenever Link was there, he made it so much easier.

Goddesses she had so much to thank him for.

[exploredawhatifs]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you @xottan for the tag!!! This beginner is humbled and honored that you'd think to tag me so ended up doing this instead of sleeping.

How many works do you have on ao3?

(4) in my heart; (6) according to ao3. The first (3) were meant to be one thing, but I didn’t know better. Thought a series would tie them together as one unit more than it actually did.

2. What’s your total ao3 word count?

157,510… I have mixed feelings about this. I love writers who have an economy of words so I suspect proper editing would cut that crazy number down, but I don't have a proper editing process.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Marvel Cinematic Universe and Sherlock with an eye towards some anime one day

4. Top five fics by kudos

By pure kudo count, the top three go to the three parts of the

For Appearance’s Sake series (Frostiron) followed by

The Doctor’s Choices (a Johnlock WIP) and

Bend Thee Aghast Challenge (a Frostmaster WIP)

but the kudo rank is nearly identical to the posting dates so with only a four month Ao3 career, I’m not sure kudos is a fair way to judge the work

5.Do you respond to comments?

I do now! @lokislonelylady helped me get over the initial comment response fear and I’m forever grateful. Writing and posting also gave me more confidence to leave comments for others’ works and @xottan was the first writer to respond at length. That was a game changer. I didn’t expect responses and still don’t, but it was nice to feel a connection (thank you!!), so now I make it a point to respond to any comments I get as soon as I can or at least before the next post. I don’t get many so it’s easy enough

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Angsty… maybe Unbinding (part three of that first series)? I was told the last part was a bit depressing before the comfort hit.

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Uh… only 2 works have an actual ending so far… but I suspect The Doctor’s Choices will be the happiest ending of what I have in the works.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not on the fics itself, not yet. More for not knowing what I’m doing, like tagging. The first version of tagging for For Appearance’s Sake series was a mess. Also for not understanding the ship I first ventured into. 

9. Do you write smut?

Ehm. Yes. Not sure that I'm particularly good at it, probably not but I only have one story that’s not explicit/dark, and that was just for a therapy assignment.

10. Craziest crossover?

None as of yet

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not yet. It’s early

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope, but that sounds cool.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not yet. I’ve never even had a beta reader… collabs sounds interesting. 

14. All time favorite ship?

Great question. This one is hard. It was Johnlock for a long time. I started reading in the MCU eight months ago, and the MCU has so many creative pairings that I’m just confused. That said, based on the various works in progress and ideas popping in my head, it must be Frostiron at the moment.

15. What’s a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

None. This question prompted me to go fix what I hated about the wip and so, I'm good. I consider Fools’ Scheme a work in progress. Technically, it functions well enough as part 2 in the series in terms of moving the plot along, but considering the whole thing suddenly deviated to an emotional, happy ending, that middle part really needs some emotions massaged into make it work better with part 3, but emotionss are so hard.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I’d love to say action with a bit of world building, but who knows? It’s hard to judge your own work, and based on the comments from the English professor in college… this ESL kid was barely understandable.

Realistically, the strength I can confidently talk about is speed. Based on the past four months, I average about 1200 words an hour when at a computer; 600 an hour on my phone (though to be fair, usually when I’m writing on the phone… I’m also supposed to be doing something else… like work). Makes me question my career choice (zero writing involved in my day job). With this writing speed, I really would have been making bang during Dickenson’s day where writers got paid per word.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Emotionsss. How other writers put emotions on paper is beyond me.  I do okay with fear and anger but the feels? like love and sadness? Absolute crap, and I don’t know that it will get better since the moment my writing starts down that path, I nope out of there so fast that I’m done writing for that day or it pours out of me in an unfiltered melodrama that I can't imagine anyone wants to read and I’m a wreck for half a week.

Other than that, choppiness. I focus so much on the action and plot that some of it comes out short and action, action, action without the why... this is especially true because my adhd has me jumping from scene to scene or even story to story as I write. Literally Johnlock for ten minutes, then it’s Frostmaster for a paragraph, jump to two separate Frostirons I have going on in the back, and a random Loki & Nebula that’s brewing before jumping back to Johnlock. =.=;;; my brain…

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

Yesss. It would be fun to do it in the way Groot is handled in the MCU.

19. First fandom you wrote in?

MCU - Tony Stark/Loki, though it was without even understanding what Frostiron was. I must have read like five Tony Stark/Loki before jumping into writing an unplanned novel, and in all of them, Tony was pretty mean to some weak version of Loki. My fix was to make Loki a bit stronger so that he could send Tony to prison… turns out most people in Frostiron sees them together. Halfway through writing them, I suddenly realized why;;; They’re so alike.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

It varies from moment to moment. Literally, it’s the fic I’m working on and since the last thing I typed is Let’s do ‘Just a slave’, (Thor & Loki) that is the one at the moment, even if it was a therapy assignment. 

It’s not representative of my usual stuff but I did manage to write it in a single sitting of three hours and found it fun, so I guess it counts.

***done!***

Well, that was interesting. More challenging and fun than I had imagined.

Tagging someone: I also tag @lokislonelylady, though, like @xottan says, no pressure. Don’t know if you can even write until you’re fully healed. Sending my love and gratitude either way! Honestly, there should be an amazing commenters’ version of this because @lokislonelylady , you brighten people's day with your comments! I have learned to comment just as much thanks to you.

And while there's really no reason anyone else will stumble on my tumblr, but if you do and you’re writer, consider yourself tagged! (if you want)

[apho-sappho]

HI HI I’m popping in because I was thinking about you and about how I never send you asks without you asking for them but it seems like you enjoy answering them so I thought it wouldn’t be a negative at the very least to drop by but I did not take into account that I am very sleepy and should’ve been honk shoo honk shoo hours before this so brain very much not working

uhhhhh still wanted to send you something sooooo hmmmm

OH RIGHT SO I’ve been thinking about the fae again (dangerous I know) and most of the free space in my head is filled with whumptober paintings I’m going to (hopefully) be doing and put those two together and you get wanting to paint faeries which yippee

BUT ALSO it brought me to the little guys (as all roads lead to blorbo) which led me back to you and your Four’s fairy companion (Safi, right?) so I would like to ask if a) could I paint your pretty fairy 🥺? And b) what did she look like agin? Cause I remember you drew her at some point but you might not have been able to include everything.. (also I wanted to ask at least one question that wasn’t a yes or no but shhhhhh)

I most likely wouldn’t be painting her for whumptober cause I don’t really want to hit her with the sads bat and also would want to spend enough time doing her justice!

Ok bye!!!! :D

YEAHYEAH YEAH YEAH!!!!! I LOVE ASKS

What a mood it is currently 12:14 and I should be sleeping but I can't

EEEEEEEEEEEEE YESYES YES I realized I had never actually colored her so I whipped up a Lil something (ft. The older drawings

[kingofthering]

Can I say that your stats has brought back the love of mathematics back to me? Majoring in aerospace engineering is the best decision I’ve made but it also made me lose the love that I had for maths and the enjoyment when I solve a hard problem but the pressure of performing well made me enjoy it less and less each day, one day I was having a mental breakdown because I couldn’t solve a problem that I should have been able to do it in my sleep so I given up and was going to fail that course.

I got into tumblr and someone reblogged a stat that you made and I went down a rabbit hole of all the stats you made; I got an A+ on that course because of you and this year is my last year so I just wanted to come and thank the person who made me love maths again.

Hello, I know you said it was fine if I kept this for myself but I do want to share some stuff back so here we go.

First of all, thanks again for sharing because like I mentioned the night you sent it, it did move me the first time I read it and it's still making me feel a little emo, truthfully.

Secondly, congratulations on your A+ and having reached your last year of school. I know that aerospace engineering is hard (physics and me have a lot of beef and I know this involves a lot of concepts I just can't wrap my head around) and I fully understand what it's like to stop enjoying something when it just gets too much, so truly kudos for managing to pull through.

This made me think of my own relationship to mathematics and gave me more to think than I intended. I've always had more of a scientific mind and I was what was considered a "gifted kid" when I was younger (IQ tested high when I was 6, I still have the conclusion from the doctor who did my test, it's so funny how accurate to my memories of little 6 years-old me it is) and maths was the one subject that came to me the easiest (reading and writing as well until I was maybe 12 and then not so much).

After highschool, I went to "prépa" but the physics & chemistry kind instead of full mathematics (so that second year every week I had like 6 to 8 hours of Maths, same with Physics, same with Chemistry and then a couple of hours of English and French/Philosophy to go with, in additions to two oral exams and one written test every Saturday morning). It was obviously very challenging and there were a lot of things that I didn't understand and I am not missing that time of my life but, you know, I maybe have a couple fond memories of some stuff?

First year was like whatever but that second year I had a very odd/special teacher but for some reason he liked me and that did push me to try harder with maths. Fun fact : we never studied statistics but the chapter I enjoyed the most was probabilities (and I associate the two in my head when there is no reason to, don't ask me why).

The only time in my life where I had a statistics class when in engineering school and I have zero memory of it and I don't remember especially enjoying it (which might have to do with either the content or the fact that once in engineering school, you tend to not care about classes much anymore, who knows).

And essentially, all that to say, I think the last time I stopped having fun with numbers in an academic context was probably 9 years ago.

In 2020, I got back into hockey. A couple of months later, I started putting tables together with numbers and stuff. My most prideful content were the results to the NHL fans survey (it's 10.8k words and contains 23 figures and yes there are a lot of things I would do differently if I were to do this again but for a first, it was nice) and the analysis on first rounders. Most of my hockey work is sitting in Google Sheets that have never seen the light of day (except a Discord discussion with one specific person).

In 2022, I got into F1 and then in 2023 (well, late 2022 but first real race weekend was Portugal 2023), I got into MotoGP. My first big thing was the fans survey but for F1 (which got really nice feedback) and then I haven't done a lot of things for F1 (or very basic ones, the RPF survey had some success and took some time I guess) but MotoGP? Oh boy does my brain get a kick from putting MotoGP shit together. The 2023 seasons graphics were a lot of fun to do and if I have to pick favorites, I'm still very fond of the "staying with your team or not" article and I guess I'm still fond of the "positions gained and lost by each rider after 11 rounds" because it was noticed by Frankie on Twitter (and maybe things haven't always been smooth on Marc's side of the garage this year but he's still Marc's race engineer and he won that championship with Joan and he's a professional in MotoGP so, you know).

And so a couple of months ago I started my blog and last season I started journaling the season, kept doing it in 2024 while adding a ton of tables in my dedicated Google Sheet and I truly look forward to filling everything in through the weekends and see the averages and the rankings evolved as we go through the season.

That said, receiving feedback on here and people enjoying the stats posts and giving their opinion on stuff has been very rewarding and motivating. I know that they say "do things because you enjoy them, not for other people" etc etc but I am very much constantly in need of validation, so.

(I would still have a ton of Google Sheets anyway but the motivation to share stuff and put efforts in the presentation would be lessened otherwise.) (Not to guilt trip anyone or anything.) (Or am I.)

Although, I will say, I have a big imposter syndrome (that forcefully is valid sometimes, I promise) and ever since 2021, I've been thinking about going into Data Science/Data Analysis because I genuinely enjoy trying to find trends in numbers and presenting them nicely and all that (also tiktok picked up on it at some point and was offering a lot of videos of people in that field, it didn't help). The thing is, putting the data together is like half of the job and the rest feels very basic to me? Like it's a lot of additions and averages and putting things in categories and making the figures and tables look nice at the end. So far removed from what professionals would do. And of course tumblr and the wordpress blog are not asking professional things out of me but like, I've also been bored at work for a while so, not helping either (meanwhile I also know that it's different for hobbies to remain hobbies).

ANYWAY. Didn't mean for this to turn in a mild life crisis but I promised we are done. Thanks again for sharing 🫶

[moonlightmydnight]

Anon asks: can you write something sfw with soul? let me know if you can, have a nice night :)

Same time, Next week?

soul x gn! reader

tags: sfw, strangers to lovers, fluffy, soul being cute asf, a kiss on the cheek

a/n- enjoy ❤️

9:03 pm

you decided that since you couldn’t force yourself to sleep, you took a night walk. usually around this time, the city would be calm and the wind would be blowing softly. everything around you was so calming. if you could, you would sleep outside.

on the way to your favorite convenience store for a drink and snack, you walk across this bridge. the water under it was glistening by the light of the moon. you stopped to lean over it and looked at the tall buildings across the way. the city seemed so small from a long distance but the site was beautiful.

your stomach churning was the only thing that pulled you out of your trance. otherwise you would’ve stayed there until dawn. quickly going in the store you are met with two people. one person being the cashier and the other, a stranger. as you were approaching to where your favorite drink was, this stranger glanced at you. you looked back and you both shared a smile.

there was something strange about him. his features were beautiful. his eyes were bright despite it being late at night. his smile bringing butterflies to your stomach. you swore you’ve just seen god himself.

“yah, close the freezer door if you’re not gonna get anything!” the cashier spoke. i guess you didn’t realize how long you were staring at each other. you looked at the cashier who didn’t seem amused by the smile on your face. you quickly grabbed your drink, and a couple snacks and paid for it.

walking back to your home, you stopped at that bridge again, this time sitting on a bench and breathing in the fresh air. you closed your eyes and started to relax. suddenly the bench creeks, and your eyes shoot open. but to your surprise, your met with that same face from the store.

“lovely night we are having huh?” he said. “yeah! it’s so beautiful and calming, i never realized how much i’ve been stuck inside until now.” you said. he smiled at your reply. he opened a bag of candy and offered some. who were you to resist.

“i’m soul by the way, what’s your name?” he asked. “i’m y/n.” you said while trying to swallow the candy. “nice to meet you.” he said. “you likewise.” you said.

a couple hours went by, you two were just chopping it up. you looked at your phone and realized the time. it was 12:52 am. you had work the following morning so you told him that you had to go home. he looked sad, like as if he didn’t want you to go. he didn’t want to stop talking to such an interesting person.

“y/n i really enjoyed talking to you! i’m glad we met tonight.” he said. “same to you, i wish i didn’t have to go.” you said. you both stood up to send each other off. you just stared at him, savoring his features. he flashed that beautiful smile that had you sold from the beginning.

you both walked closer to each other, now standing face to face. he’s taller than you so you’re looking up. he looks you in your eyes, and put his hands on yours. he kisses your cheek gently, and leaned up again to look at you. your face was super red. he giggled at your cute reaction.

“same time next week?” soul asked. you looked at him and smiled. “yes of course, next time at my place though so we could watch movies!” i said. i backed away slowly, not realizing our hands were still connected. “oh um, could i have your number?” soul asked. he seemed to be super shy upon asking.

you nodded and giggled slightly. you gave him your number and finally parted ways. when you went home, you got in the bed and finally felt exhaustion come over you. you made a new friend. that’s something to end the night one.

soooo was that good or what? lol. i hope you enjoyed it! request more because i enjoyed writing this. also let me know if i should continue this….i kinda want more of this. anyways goodnight everyoneeee❤️💋🌸

[callmemars17]

Falling in love

I think I was 6 the first time I fell in love We met in the playground And I don´t remember what you were wearing but you say I was wearing a red dress with teddy bears I wish I remembered I hate that my brain remembers everything single unimportant thing, I remember every damned conversation I’ve had in my life, But I don’t remember what you wore when I met you. I remember you being kind, and smiling, and taller than me, and how you were so easy to befriend. I remember your blond hair, exactly the same color as mine, and I remember your baby face.

I don´t remember falling out of love with you.

I loved you when we were 12. I loved you when we were sleeping in the same tiny bunk bed on that school trip, When we giggled, and our noses touched, and our teacher told us to be quiet. Do you think the teacher is still awake? Yes, I´m awake. Giggles, always so many giggles. We rode the same rollercoast two times. I think I remember us holding hands. I think I fell in love with a boy somewhere along the way.

We were 14 and maybe I didn’t fall in love with him, Maybe I fell in love with the ideia that he liked me. But then I didn´t love the way that he liked to touch me when I didn’t want him to, Where I didn’t want him to, And how he always said sorry after. And you told me I was too good for that. And then I should’ve fallen in love with this other boy, Who was so kind, and so respectful, and too good to be true. But I didn’t, because I was in love with you, And you were in love with some other tall, nice boy.

I was still 14 and still in love with you, Still too young to really appreciate how easy it was to talk to you, How rare that is, How I would never meet someone again who made me fell like that. Confortable, Heard, Safe. I always say I can’t really talk to people because I’m to shy. I always felt like I could talk to you. I was always in love with you.

We were still 14, close to 15 now. Still on the same bed, on a different school trip. I held your hand on the plane because you hated the take off, and the landing too. I remember switching seats to sit next to you on that plane. I was supposed to be sat next to that too good boy, I would rather just hold your hand. I remember the tears because September meant a new school, New friends, more classes, less you. I have so many memories I couldn’t write them all in all the paper in the world. Instead I drew little snails on all your notebooks. I was so in love with you.

I was still in love with you when we were 19. We basically never saw each other, we were to busy, You were learning to sculpt even though you preferred drawing, And I was leaning to stitch other people’s fingers but never my own heart. We met up and it was summer, And you were late and I would’ve waited for you forever. And you looked so pretty, And we talked for hours, About our lives, and love, and queerness, and how scared I am to just be me.

And then I think I fell in love with some boy in university, And he was so nice, And hugged me when I had a panic attack, And I felt like he saw me. It fizzled out quick, because he didn’t love me back, And I loved my memories of you more.

We’re 21 now. We never see each other. We talk sometimes. The last time I saw you we were on a public transport, And I was dead on my feet because I hadn’t slept well, And I was too tired to really talk to you about real things. I wish I had slept well that night. The last time we talked was when you answered my insta story, And you said my dress was so beautiful. Some time before that, you had said that we should meet up some time, I said I couldn’t wait! I´m still waiting.

And I know you have a girlfriend, And you look so happy, And I´m so happy for you.

I´m just sad for me, Cause it’s my fault I’ve always been too scared, And you've always been so brave. But I loved you, And I think I always will.

[afairywithacrown]

Into the holiday spirit

summary: Denki is really excited about the holidays, decorating the house with such cute ornaments and some other surprises he has under the tree for you.

warnings: cursing, holiday spirit, and just fluff, lots of it. The reader is gender neutral as always but I apologize if I used another pronoun. Hopefully, it isn't the case.

word count: 2k

At first, you couldn’t put your finger on what was causing the noise or where, so once it stopped you went back to sleep. 

Then something fell and startled you. It was definitely inside the house. 

“Denki! I think somebody broke into our house.” He wasn’t there. The rhythm of the soft music playing got your mind off the sudden worry of why your boyfriend wasn’t in bed with you and then his voice following the lyrics of All I want for Christmas is you all the puzzle pieces connected. 

Boxes and boxes covered with dust were taking space from the hallway to the living room and more over the kitchen table. It was clear it’s been some time since he got up. 

“Oh shit! sorry. Did I wake ya?” Denki was sitting on the floor with various meters of lights and some boxes of new lights on the side. 

“Babe, what is all this? Why are you awake at 1 in the morning?” 

“Actually I've been awake since 12. I was really trying to not make much noise” 

“Why?” “I’m decorating for Christmas!” He pointed out the obvious which made you chuckle a bit. “Yes, I see that. But why at 1 am?” 

“Because I wanted to be a surprise for you! You know like, in movies when a person is at the hospital and they wake up the place is all decorated and full of balloons and flowers? Well I'm doing that but with Christmas! but now that I think about it… it won’t be a surprise anymore.” He pouted. 

Of course, you found the thing adorable. The boxes, the lights, the Christmas music playing in the background, and the almost armed tree made your heart flutter with love, and when he saw you smile, he had one as his own. 

“Can I help you with something?” 

“Yes! Why don't you puff up the tree while I untangle these lights? I’ve been here almost 30 minutes but I still can’t get them” 

The next hour you helped him untangle the lights after finishing your task and for some reason, you couldn’t get them right. Most of them were already done and after various songs and a cup of hot chocolate, you managed to get them around the tree. 

Apparently, the big army of boxes in the living room weren't the only ones your boyfriend had prepared because once you wanted to look for ornaments to add to the tree, he quickly stood up and went to the car and came back with more bags full of Christmas decorations and one he did not let you touch. 

“I was thinking we could go for a classic look this year. Last year we put up a bunch of purple and pink decorations. I have these two packages of red and gold spheres, candy canes aaaaand…” He announced with a bright smile while he placed  a big box on top of the dining table “ If you connect this, Santa will go up and down these red stairs!” Denki explained excitedly. 

“How much was this?” 

“That’s not the point! We are having the best house in the whole neighborhood.” 

“Kami…?” 

After avoiding your question. He began to unpack the items out of the bags and continue with the decorating. 

The clock read 4 am and most of the house was already done. Denki was in his 4th cup of hot chocolate and it was adorable to see him with a little brown mustache every time he took a sip. It was definitely better than the one he grew a couple of months ago and it took you weeks to convince him to shave it. 

“I’m sooo tireeed. Come on, let’s rest a bit.” He pulled you by the arm trying to get you to sit on the couch. 

“We still have to place the tablecloth and pump up the decorations outside.” 

“Just five minutes.” His body pressed against yours making it impossible to stand up. His head was resting on your chest. 

“Just five minutes.” Denki melted more into you when your hands began to massage his head, caressing his hair softly. 

Your eyes traveled from the little red stockings to the pictures above them. One was the first date you had with him. Both of you were sitting in the emergency room because dinner had gone extremely wrong. He was so scared you wouldn’t talk to him anymore but even with a broken finger, you managed to smile because even if it hurt like hell, it was so funny to believe this was how the night was ending and not with the so romantic kiss you were expecting but instead indications from a doctor asking you to not lift things until it heals and Denki carrying everything he could so you didn’t have to do it. This or you were a fool in love who didn’t care if they got their finger broken on the first date, either way, it was definitely an unforgettable date. 

There was also a picture of you with the rest of the class. Graduation day was something you could never and would never want to forget. That night he asked you to be in a relationship with him. 

Kirishima and Sero were behind some trees and they still don’t know to this day that you saw them. He was so nervous. His eyes couldn’t look at yours for more than 2 seconds and he was playing with the tip of his tie. 

A picture of Ryan Reynolds, another one of both together, and one of the day you moved in.

That night the moving company had delayed a day. The house was cold and you had to buy an emergency inflatable mattress so you could spend the night. 

In the picture, you were sitting on that cheap-ass mattress with takeout from your favorite sushi place and way more boxes than now covering the floors. You remember that night was a little upsetting for you, so many new emotions came to you at once, happiness, stress, and nostalgia to name a few. It just became too overwhelming to handle at once, but then Denki was there holding your hand and smiling so you could calm down remembering this was just another new chapter in your life. Everything seemed just so much better with him, it doesn’t matter if you have a broken finger or you lost your wallet at the movies, he was there with you. You had each other to hold on to. 

Two years later, memories were formed inside this house, keeping it warm when once seemed so empty. 

The birds and the sunlight announced the morning and you couldn’t remember at what moment you both fell asleep. He was still in your lap now with dry saliva on his chin, you didn’t have the heart to wake him up so when the clock read 12 he finally woke up with your body feeling numb from staying in the same position all night but eventually, you finish the decoration your boyfriend started at an unholy hour. 

December 24th. 

Your friends had organized a little dinner for the holidays. 

Kirishima had prepared the dinner himself (or that’s what Bakugou let him say). He apologized on his behalf since he had hero work to do so he couldn’t make it to the dinner party, after all, he needed to keep up with the position of top hero. 

When the rest of the group arrived and the plates were clean, you found yourself playing Pictionary in the living room. Uraraka’s glass was already filled several times and she was getting drunker by the time so Mina had to take her home before it was too late. Now just a few of you were left and Bakugou had already arrived. 

You were talking to Kirishima when you saw him from afar. He was looking at you with a silly little smile. He always had that little silly smile when you catch him looking at you but this time there was a sparkle in his eyes, something different. Maybe it was the champagne. 

The sky began to let go of small snowflakes once you began to walk home and by the time you got there the street was beginning to be covered by it. “Kami, I have to open the door.”

“No” He mumbles against your neck. 

“Kami, we are going to freeze if we don’t get in.” 

“Let’s just freeze to death then. Let people pass by and watch us die in love.” He held your waist tighter every time you tried to pull away.

“You are so drunk. Let me just-” laughing, you managed to insert the key and get into the house. He was still holding you and refused to let go even if you needed to take off your coat covered in snow and your shoes. 

“I have to show you something first.” He said pulling you from the receiver but you held him squeezing his cheeks to make him look at you even if he was already doing it since you left Kirishima’s house. 

“Let me take off my shoes, they are killing me.” He frowned. “Please?” 

Once everything covered in snow was left at the entrance he made you sit by the tree. 

“Why don’t you open that box?” There was again, the silly little smile he gives you. 

“No, you are not making me open a gift so you can open yours before the morning.” Trying to get up he stopped you pushing you gently to take your previous position and then he did the same by your side. 

“No, no, no. Isn't that, just open this one, ok?” Denki watched you expectant of your following movements. 

Unsurely, you unwrapped the green wrapping paper to find a little black box gasping as you watched the ring placed inside of it and it was even a bigger surprise when your boyfriend took one hand slightly shaking so nervous and even scared to even speak, the moment alone send you to a few years back when he couldn’t bring himself to ask the question. 

“Sorry if I didn’t ask earlier. I couldn’t find the ring.” You recognized the ring the moment you opened the box. It was the same you once saw at the mall the first months you started dating. “At that time I didn’t have the money to buy it for you. Now that I can…” Heart beating nonstop and he breathing deeply to say. “I would like to marry you.” Immediately after hearing those words the alcohol you once consumed had worn off almost instantly out of your body and now everything you could feel was your heart. Almost convinced it would explode out of your chest any moment. 

Words weren’t enough, so you kissed him. 

And kissed him and kept kissing him until you run out of breath. “I would love to marry you, Denki Kaminari.” 

November 30th, one year later. 

With a lot of strength, you finally got the last box out of the basement while your husband was getting out the lights. 

“I cannot believe we didn’t do this before. Tomorrow is December and everyone already has their decorations up.” 

“I told you I was trying to get us a real tree” 

“Two weeks ago you said you were going tree hunting and just last night you told me you forgot.” He looked at you with puppy eyes while testing if the lights were still good to use. 

“And now we won’t have a fun good-smelling tree.” 

“Yeah… what a shame.” He quickly looked up at you after hearing the tone you always use when you have a surprise for him. “No…” 

“It was really early, so you owe me for having me drive all across the city to find it. And to Kirishima for lending me his truck.” Jumping with excitement he got to where you were and wrapped you in a big hug kissing you all over your face. 

“WHERE IS IT?” 

“Still in the truck.” Without hesitation and without shoes he ran outside to look for it. 

Laughing to yourself, you took your time to put on some shoes and stopped to look at the picture frame at the entry of your house. 

Your wedding day, the selfie he took while still standing at the altar, your smile grew wider before you followed your husband to help him out before he got hurt.

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[house-of-slayterr]

Please the Patriarch:

An: genuinely I’ve written so much I don’t even know what part this is, I gotta go through or organise everything 😂

Tag: @charliedawn @iloveslasher @myers-meadow-selfship

Hannibal Jr’s POV:

There had been an incident down at the prison last night and I woke up to a phone call at six in the morning. I was quick to answer it.

“Hello, yes this is he. Oh really? Thank you for letting me know. I can be there in less than an hour.”

I sighed, running my hands over my face. They were moving my father to a different building. Supposedly one of the inmates broke out and tried to kill him, obviously that didn’t end well for the inmate who was now missing his nose. I took a quick shower, rushing my routine as I would have to call a few clients and cancel today. As I made my way to the kitchen, I was surprised to find someone already awake.

“Newt?”

They didn’t respond, so I drew closer.

“Mx Newt.” I tried again.

I seemed to have startled them out of whatever trance they were in, because they almost fell out of their chair. I was quick to offer my hand to steady them.

“Hey, sorry. Umm, what time is it?”

“6:12”

I raised a brow at their odd behaviour, watching their eyes widen.

“Oh.”

“Why are you awake?” I asked.

“Didn’t fall asleep yet.” They shrugged.

I frowned.

“Sleep is-“

“Very important to growing minds, yes I know Hannibal. I didn’t do it on purpose. I just can’t sleep recently. Are you off to work this early?”

I shook my head no.

“Something happened down at the prison.”

“Oh no, is your father ok?” They asked, genuine worry in their town.

I wasn’t aware they’d grown affections for him, considering they’ve only met the once. I made myself a cup of coffee, setting a small amount aside for them. Normally I wouldn’t support someone their age drinking caffeine, but I had a feeling they wouldn’t go to bed after I left, so they’d be needing it. I didn’t have time to make a real breakfast, so I grabbed a protein bar, and gave them an apple.

“Oh, thank you.” The smiled at me. “Umm, Hannibal, would you like me to go with you?”

I was surprised by their question.

“I’m not exactly sure a prison is the best place for you to be spending your time.”

“But going alone can be quite stressful, I know you don’t like change in your routine.”

I smiled at them. They were quite a polite child. I’m a few more weeks the adoption paperwork would official be done, and they would become one of us. Part of the family. The invitation was extended to their sister, who it seemed a Morgan had grown quite fond of. Spending a lot of his time driving back and forth to the college after work. He was hardly around right now, but that’s what young love did to a boy.

“You don’t have to come with me.”

“I don’t have school today and Peter wasn’t feeling well earlier so he kicked me out of his room so I don’t get sick.”

“Peter isn’t feeling well?”

They shook their head.

“I don’t think it’s anything serious, just a little sniffle.”

“We’ll then I suppose we should pick him up some medication on the way home.”

I watched their eyes light up, as realisation hit them.

“Yeah, yeah, let me go get dress, give me three minutes.”

Normally I didn’t allow running in the house, but who was I to squash their joy right now. It warmed my heart that they wanted to visit my father again. I thought for sure he’d scared them off last time. They came down wearing a little brown suit that appeared to be suede, and a lemon yellow under shirt. They flicked their hair out of the collar as they came back to the kitchen.

“You look nice.”

“Thanks, I’d say the same but you always look nice.” The laughed lightly.

There wasn’t much laughter in this house, and it was a nice change of pace. We sat in a comfortable silence for the first fifteen minuets of the drive. They watched the trees out the window for the most part.

“Hey Hannibal?”

“Yes?”

“Would you mind if I played some music? It’s a little too quiet and the sound of the air vents is making me dizzy.”

What an odd way to describe such a small sound. I hadn’t even noticed they were on until they said something.

“Don’t worry, I won’t play anything bad.” They quickly followed.

I gave them a quick nod as I watched them fiddle with the Aux chord Peter had put in my car. He also hated sitting in silence. It was funny how alike the two teens were. I was pleasantly surprised when they started playing something I knew.

“Sergei Prokofiev?” I asked.

They hummed lightly.

“He’s one of my favourites.”

I listened to the symphony peacefully. It was a rather nice piece. A few more song played before I brought the car to a stop.

“Alright, stay by my side, do you understand?”

“Yes sir”

“Good. Hopefully this will be a quick trip.”

They stayed behind me as we went inside and greeted the lady at the front desk. She gave us our visitor badges and a few guards escorted us to my fathers new cell. It was secluded and away from any other inmates. Perhaps he’d finally get some peace and quiet. I grabbed the book I’d brought out of my trench coat pocket.

“Dante’s Inferno?”

“You’ve read it?”

“Not yet, I’ve always wanted to though. It’s nice that you and your father share a similar taste in literature.”

“It’s is, isn’t it? Perhaps he will let you read it when he is done.”

They gave me a bright smile. The holding cell was all thick bulletproof glass, so the cameras could watch him from all angels. I cursed under my breath, it we certainly be more difficult if he wanted to attempt to escape from this one. There were only small slots where they were pass him his food.

“Hello Father.”

“Hello Jr. I see you’ve brought the child with you.”

“Good morning Doctor Lecter!” They greeted softly.

“You should speak up child.”

“My apologises.” They said a little louder.

I could tell they were nervous, the fidgeted with the hem of their suit jacket.

“How are you feeling, Hannibal explained to me what happened.”

“I’m quite fine child. Though I must admit I was caught off guard. And now, I’m essentially being punished for defending myself.”

“I’m sorry.”

“What do you have there?” My father turned his attention back to me.

“I brought you another book, they said you were still allowed to have them, as long as there where no hard covers.”

I moved over to the slot and slid it through to my father.

“Interesting choice my boy.”

I gave him a small smile. Being in prison much feel like the nine circles of hell sometimes. I was glad it wasn’t me who was on the other side of that glass.

“How are the boys?” He asked.

“Peter is feeling a little under the weather, but Newt and I will bring him medicine and soup on the way home. Kevin is well, Kevin, you know how he is-“

“That I do. And Morgan?”

“Morgan is visiting the college where my sister attends today. He wanted to bring her a home cooked meal for lunch.”

“I wasn’t aware you had siblings.”

“Sibling, just the one.” They corrected.

I must admit, that was rather bold of them. Not even Peter dared to correct our father.

“Her name is Serenity, she’s studying law. Morgan and her a great friends.”

“Friends?” He asked amused.

“I do believe Morgan shares some affections for the girl. But I approve of her, she’s polite, intellectual and loyal.”

“All good traits to have. I would be rather interested to meet her.”

“We’ll she’s very busy with school, but I will send a letter to ask. She’s met everyone else already. Though I don’t think Kevin or Peter like her much.”

My father chuckled.

“Kevin doesn’t like anybody, my dear. And how are you doing today?”

“I’m fine.” The shrugged, “a bit bored is all. But Hannibal let me come with him today so this is nice.”

“Perhaps you should ascertain a hobby.”

“Morgan did say he would teach me about the circulatory system when he got home today. Does learning count as a hobby?”

“I suppose it does. You’re interested in medicine?”

“Blood, mostly. But the rest is rather fascinating as well.”

My father gave me a knowing look. I do think he likes them.

“Oh, Father, I came to tell you Newt’s adoption should be finalised before the end of the month.”

“Congratulations my dear. It’s a difficult venture to win the heart of my son. And Congratulations to you too Hannibal. You’ve taken so good care of my boys, I have no doubt you’ll be an excellent parent.”

“Thank you.”

“Yes, thank you!”

I heard the sound of the door click.

“I do believe our time is up I’m afraid. You take care dear, Hannibal.”

He nodded to each of us.

“Please do try to stay out of trouble Father.”

“Goodbye Doctor Lecter!”

Newt waved as the followed me out the door. The ride back was much the same as the ride there. Expect for the few stops we had to make to get supplies for Peter.

“Would you like to help me with the soup?”

“Of course. I’ve never made this kind before, what is it again?”

“Curried sweet potato and chickpea soup. It makes up for the proteins Peter lacks in his diet. Well the diet the both of you share I suppose.”

“It’s sounds amazing.”

It was nice getting to spend some one on one time with them, outside of a clinical setting. They seemed to fit in quite nicely here. Things were all going to plan for once, which was a great relief. I watched as they rolled up their sleeves and tied an apron around their waste.

“Shall we?” They asked.

“We shall.”

An: a bit shorter than normal but I’ve been sick for the whole week so I don’t have much an edgy right now. Hope you enjoyed it none the less.

[therk900]

💞August TC Challenge (Day 1-31) 💞

1. Name three words that always reminds you of your tc. B: the letter B, blue, english S: Italian, tall, gentle

2. Do you go to school at the moment (summer break)? Have you graduated? If not, when will you go to school again? Do you know when/whether you will see your tc again? I go to school at the moment, yes. I may see B today or tomorrow. I am not sure when I will see S again. Maybe tomorrow as well

3. What happened in the last dream with your tc in it? S: I Was sleeping with S, cuddling him while watching a movie. the next day, i was his teaching assistant B: Out for dinner at a fancy restaurant! We then went to his place and slept together!!

4. Would you describe him/her as a crush or love? maybe a crush

5. Finish the sentence “Having a tc is…” ...The best feeling ever

6. Do you remember when you first dreamed about him/her? (What happened in that dream?) It happened a long time ago so sadly no

7. Did he/she ever do something that made you think: “What? You are able to do this?” (I hope you understand what I mean ^^) Not yet

8. The colour that reminds you of your tc? How does this colour relate to him/her? Blue reminds me of B since he has this jumper that he wears that is blue Green for S because of a similar reason 

9. Please describe his/her character and if you want to, his/her teaching style. S is happy, full of energy and can hold a conversation with you for hours. B is humble about things and is here helpful! He is also very creative like S

10. When you think about him/her, do you think about *his/her first name* or about *Mr./Ms./Mrs. …*? Their nicknames I kind of made for them

11. Finish the sentence “My tc is my…” reason to go to school

12. Tell us about your weirdest dream you had with your tc in it. S and I were on a date, and we saw another teacher we knew run into the store that we were in. The teacher then yelled “WHERE ARE THEY?” And I said “there are these instead!” He then ran over to me, thanked me, and walked out like nothing happened

13. Name a line/lyric part from a song that just fits perfect to your tc situation. B: Powerful - Major Laser, Ellie Goulding and Tarrus Riley Line: “The stroke of your fingers The scent of your lingers My mind running wild The thoughts of your smile Oh, you gotta give me some” S: Forth of July - Sufjan Stevens  Line: “And I'm sorry I left, but it was for the best Though it never felt right”

14. Your favourite song/soundtrack when it comes up to your tc? Encanto??? Idk

15. If you were able to dress your tc, what would you let them wear? Suits for both of them!!! I’ve wanted to know what S would look like in a suit! I’ve already seen B in one and he looked good

16. What was the first thought you ever had about your tc? Can’t remember really, which is sad

17. How long does he/she now teach on your school? How long do you know him/her or have him/her in a class? S has taught for 2 years and 3/4 and I had 1 class with him during lockdown. B has taught for 1 year and 3/4 and I had 2 classes with him last year and 1 this year. 

18. Tell us one random thing that happened with your tc and that you’ll never forget. S witnessing me fall over and B complimenting my drawings!

19. Standard: What does he/she teach? Bonus: If it’s just one subject: What else do you think should he/she teach? If it are two subjects: Which one does he/she teach you? If you have to choose one, in which one would you rather like to get taught by him/her? S teaches Science and Italian. He taught me Italian. B teaches English and he looks like a teacher that would teach Humanities.

20. Did you like the subject that he/she teaches you before he/she began to teach you in this class? Or did he/she arouse interest for you in their class? I liked the subjects that they taught me! 

21. Would you say your tc is the hottest teacher in your school?  Definitely! They are both hot! B with messy hair just sends me flying each time!

22. If you were able to tell your tc about everything without getting into trouble with your school, would you do it? Would you tell him/her the whole truth? Maybe. It depends

23. Name an object that always reminds you of your tc. S: anything to do with science  B: a book about a play

24. Ever had a crush on a celebrity, older than you, before or beside your tc? (On who was it?) Yes. I currently like Booboo Stewart. Especially when he played Jay from Descendants! (My sister is a descendants fan so that's how i got to know about him)

25. Is there a teacher you love in a different way than your tc? Not really

26. Do you know his/her handwriting? Do you like it? (If you want to and if it’s okay for you, post a pic of something your tc has written, for example in your folder etc.) I know both of their handwriting! It’s both really good! i may post it here when this month is done

27. Tell us about one funny thing he/she has done while you were NOT in class! I am not sure if they did anything. 

28. Would you say your tc is a good teacher? Do you like his/her teaching style? Of corse!

29. Ever met your tc privately? Or saw him/her outside of school? Well, kind of in a sense. We have met both of them in their offices lots of times, if that counts

30. Does somebody around you know about your feelings for him/her? This isn’t surprising, but yes. my friend knows i like them

31. If your tc is/was teaching you, how long has it took you to realise you have feelings for him/her? If he/she is not, how long did you just saw him/her in the halls until you realised you have feelings for him/her? For B, It took me half a year, and for S, it took around a year and a half

[crimsonblackrose]

Hey kidnappers, want to know what I’m doing? Bet you can’t guess. Making a Molotov cocktail. Scott, honey, why would you tell them that?

“i’m going to turn this overstuff whore house into the biggest campfire you’ve ever seen.” Scott, what? 🤣

Throws alcohol on the guy who shows up to stop him “I lied”

Look at you Scott, rescuing yourself. Jeez the amount of times your family writes you off as dead and you’re like so...resourceful.

“I did it” Omg this lil baby. All he had to do was get outside and they’ll leave him alone now because he’s not on the consulate soil. He’s so proud of himself. Good job.

“I’m back on American soil now. See you around!” waves at them and just walks off.

I believe someone just called to say “Hey your son rescued himself”

In a proud awed tone “Gentleman, my son has escaped”

There’s 20 minutes left. I know Scott, he’s not going to let that guy kill the adoptive dad he has that actually cares about him.

I was right! “I wanna go back”

Kay: Honey, you’re a musician. Scott: I’m not losing another person I love. (Oof, his girlfriend did die in his arms)

These two are fascinating. “Father died, we lost the apartment, our parents were evicted, our little sister was kicked out of school, but she sent this with me to give you  and she married a plumber”

“Why did you leave? We’re brothers”

ngl all i can think of is that @cookietastic​ must love this episode because of all the smoke, this guy is constantly smoking)

Mickey: Hey Scott proud AF of you for escaping on your own and coming back. Nice to see you.

“For the next 12 hours you belong to them, gentleman he’s all yours” Could you have worded that any other way? Any other way at all huh?

They’re taking hazing the new guy seriously by just yelling at him.

Aw they built a thing and are having him run through it with them to practice.

They make it sound like they’re bullying him, but really they’re trying to make sure he doesn’t die.

His dad arrived and started lecturing so our boy took a nap.

Aww both he and Mickey went up to tell Robert that it’ll be okay, Scott’s doing okay in the training, better than they thought he would. “He’s got talent”

How you normally sleep, hugging your hat to your chest. 🤣

After all these seasons, we see some affection? While Scott’s asleep?! (Robert gently brushed the lock of hair from Scott’s forehead) 😭😭😭😭 I’ve been waiting for so long.

“he’s my little boy”

“And mine” (robert)

Her face when he said that, like shocked and then nodding. “Yes, yes he is.” 🤣 Glad we’re all on the same page that ya’ll suck as parents. OMG ROBERT SAID THE QUIET PART OUT LOUD

“Strange we’re still parents, despite all our efforts to the contrary” ROBERT!

He’s all dressed up and ready to go. It...almost looks like he’s wearing eye masks, like he doing an at home spa. 🤣

“What are you doing here?”

Uh...they’re here to rescue you bud.

Oh no, not another martyr. Damn, everyone who truly loves Scott does this.

I’m so sorry Scott. Every damn time. His girlfriend had a higher cause that she sacrified her life for and his teacher decided he had an important cause to sacrifice his life for as well.

Baby’s first murder?

Yup. Baby’s first murder. They uh...his dad tried to avoid that. By giving him a gun with darts, and instead he picked up a gun with bullets.

The wind and his hair.

Control: I know you just murdered a guy, but you did a good job, you did the right thing. Scott: Horror so much horror.

Two parents, picking up their son from his first spy mission after he murdered a guy. Scott, probably having waited since he was in preschool for both his parents to pick him up from something. I’d also like to lodge a complaint. There was a partial angle shot of Robert embracing Scott, it was a bad angle, and it was quickly cut away to him standing at a distance. Which makes me think, there were probably more scenes throughout this series of Scott and Robert interacting and some editor was like no, that’s too mushy, we’re cutting all comfort between these two out. And I’ve got a bone to pick with whoever made that decision, and I’d also like to see all those scenes.

[lord-shitbox]

entire ask game. send me asks too or ill bite you really ahrd

assuming you said this for the 'weirder asks' game. godbless

who is/are your comfort character(s)?

Gozu and mezu

lighter or matches?

I like lighters more but i only have a matchbox (the striking paper on it is shit anyways)

do you leave the window open at night?

ye

which cryptyd being do you believe in?

none

what color are your eyes?

brown

why did you do that?

do wot

hair-ties or scrunchies?

Hair ties

how many water bottles are in your room right now?

None. 2 glasses and a mason jar though 

which do you prefer, hot coffee or cold coffee?

Cold. on ice

would you slaughter the rich?

Idc about killing them i just want their wealth redistributed

favorite extracurricular activity?

Fucking around at the grocery store en masse

what kind of day is it?

Did not do a single piece of schoolwork but i did every other possible task

when was the last time you ate?

Within the hour. Had a bowl of rice on my desk

do you love the smell of earth after it rains?

ya

are you a parent? (all answers qualify)

no

can you drive?

no

are you farsighted or nearsighted?

nearsighted

what hair products do you use?

none

imagine we’re at a sleepover, would you paint my nails?

If you want me to ya

do you say soda or pop?

soda

something you’ve kept since childhood?

A lot of things. Stuffed animals, jewelry

what type of person are you?

chilling

how do you feel about chilly weather?

👍 but i prefer mild temperatures. The kind of just-barely cold that isnt really cold. I don’t like wearing lots of clothes

if we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing?

Depends on who you are. for u specifically, probly not much

perfume/body spray or lotion?

Mmmm…i dont own any body spray but i have mixed feelings about the texture of lotion. It’s not actually that bad but i don’t like putting wet stuff on me (same genre of sensory dislike as wearing lots of clothing)

a scenario that you’ve replayed multiple times?

Uh.. like daydream? There’s one i used to have but its really really edgy and embarrassing 

about how many hours of sleep did you get?

Last night, 12. On weekdays its like 6

do you wear a mask?

No sorry

how do you like your shower water?

warm

is there dishes in your room?

Yes leave me alone

what type of music keeps you grounded?

Heavy stuff. Like fast and hard noises. Nothing slow

do you have a favorite towel?

yeah

the last adventure you’ve been on?

Went 2 bowser movie wth an extended group of people last night and afterwards we walked to winco and did funny things in shopping carts

is there a song you know every word to by heart?

Tbh…no. Im really good at remembering song lyrics in general but i dont think there are any in particular i memorize

what’s your timezone?

Doxx me why don’t you

how many times have you changed your url?

Never <3

someone in your life, other than a relative, you’ve known for 10+ years?

Uhh.. not really? Am not in much contact with childhood close friends (theres one ive seen a few times recently but we haven’t actually talked). I believe i’ve known tuna for upcoming 8yrs though

a soap bar that smells good?

I dont like bar soap i like the liquid kinds. Old spice

do you use lip balm?

During dry lip season (i forget when this is) my lips get dry as fuck 

did you have any snacks today?

ye

how do you take your coffee?

With ice and chocolate in it

an app you frequently use besides this godforsaken site?

Discord & instagram 

what’s your take on spicy foods?

yum (reasonable spice tolerance)

you get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it?

Nobody…i hate some people 2 death (i dont think about them so i forget who they are) but theyre not bothering me rn so idc

can you remember what happened yesterday?

Bowser moive

favorite holiday film?

Year without a santa claus (IM MR FREEZE MISER)

what was the last message you sent?

“so far i think the only red text thats restricted to origin is mhin's”

when did you first try an alcohol beverage?

Idk ive had sips in young youth. Parents would give me some so i could go “wow this tastes nasty” and not crave any ever (they were right for this)

can you skip rocks?

I may have done it successfully like twice in my life

can i tag you in random stuff?

Ya sure