#Probably should main tag this but ahhh

[phospolipid-bilayer]

That one friend who is afflicted by an ancient curse (Nightmare) and is always killing the vibe because of it.

[ohbueckers]

HEART OF A WOMAN. you always end up under me. you know how it goes, don’t be crazy, don’t play dumb with me.

04, CHAPTER FOUR. ONE IN THE SAME / BLAME GAME.

ju speaks. let me finish out my sparks dreams with this fic… hopefully this cures our full on dallas crash outs cause i worked my ahhh off to finish it today. also paige’s view is so much more fun to write lol. pairing. wnba!paige bueckers x fem!oc. warnings. sexual content (filth but war is over).

present day, may 2025.

i knew she didn’t deserve it. i was biting back words i should’ve just swallowed, and she didn’t even flinch. i almost wish she had. instead, she just looked at me, the disappointment clear as day, like she expected no less of me. no type of change. i knew it the second the words left my mouth—i wanted to pull her back, hold onto her and say whatever she needed to hear. it’s always like that. but it was too late. she left, and now it feels like i’m walking a tightrope again, waiting for the next time she’ll decide to speak to me.

that’s probably why, when i see her walk into this bar tonight, i’m done listening to whatever rickea and cam are rambling on about. it doesn’t matter that i’m here with them, celebrating a win. it doesn’t matter that maya’s been trying to make a place for herself in my life, or that i should be trying to figure out if that’s what i want. because the second nai steps in, it’s like she’s the only person here, and we’re right back where we started.

i’m nursing a shirley temple, pretending it’s something stronger, while rickea and cam talk about the game, looking like they’re about to float right off the barstools. i try not to, but i notice the way nai shakes her head, shoots one of those tight little smiles our way, like she’s already clocked the situation—cam, halfway to tipsy and clearly not ready to leave. she sighs, sliding next to her, which inconveniently places her way too far from me. two seats, really. still too far.

kea greets nai happily, and i force myself to acknowledge her with a raise of my eyebrows. cam pulls her into the conversation all effortlessly, and i think this is the most bubbly i’ve seen the blonde. “nai! you should’ve been here sooner. you saw that blowout, right?” she exclaims, her voice a little too loud.

nai humors her with a smile, but i can tell it’s half-hearted. she’s tired, probably came just to pick cam up and call it a night. i’m sure she’d be getting comfortable if it weren’t for me though.

“aw,” she pouts. “they put up a good fight. you ready to—“ i’m wrapping my lips around a cherry when the bartender comes around to nai, grabbing her attention from her main priority. she slides a napkin in front of her, all thirty two teeth on display, looking her in the eye like she’d fuck her. or worse, she already has.

“oh, i’m not drinking tonight,” i hear her say politely, and i almost break my neck to catch a glimpse of the interaction. it’s stupid. believe me, i know, but i can’t stop.

“cutting back? let me just get you a water then,” she chirps, and i try to make sense of the treatment she’s getting. friends? i don’t care. i know all of nai’s friends. i see the bartender’s eyes flicker to me just for a moment, like she’s measuring the situation despite there being two other people here with us. between us. i look down to her name tag. ana. then, with a smile that doesn’t reach her eyes, she’s rounding the same corner she came from.

i follow her figure as she leaves, and cam is the first to say something. “man, this feels just like ‘girlfriend of the week’ all over again.” she laughs, reaching for her half-empty vodka cranberry. the second one she’s had tonight. how many shots were in that thing? nai immediately pushes the glass away from her, and her face tightens just a bit, enough for me to catch it.

girlfriend of the week.

i raise my eyebrows, taking my sweet time as i lean back, swirling the straw around in my shirley temple. nai’s sitting back in her chair too, giving me the perfect opportunity to look straight at her. “girl of the week, huh? sounds like you got a whole rotation set up, nai,” i say, just vague enough to leave room for deniability.

she narrows her eyes at me as she adjusts her posture up off the seat, and i change my position too. “yeah,” cam pipes up, giggling like a school girl, “not that it’s any of your business though, paige,” she jokes, pointing an accusing finger at me. i suppose even through blatant confessions she’s still gotta protect her friend. “i mean, what’s it been, a month?“

rickea, sitting beside me, cringes and looks over, her eyes wide with something like regret. she mouths a quiet “sorry,” tilting her head toward cam like he’s apologizing for her, like she knew this was coming before she even opened her mouth. i squint back at her, barely nodding. i don’t want rickea’s silent apologies, i want an explanation.

nai’s lips press into a thin line, and i can see her fingers tapping rhythmically against the counter. she’s holding herself back, probably biting her tongue. it’s almost impressive, but i can’t resist pushing it just a little further.

“well, don’t leave us hanging, cam,” i urge, resting my chin in my hand, eyes glinting. “elaborate.”

cam’s head whips toward me, then back to nai, who’s gone from tense to downright glacial, her eyes shooting daggers at me like i’ve hit a nerve. cam laughs nervously. “oh, i really shouldn’t,” she says, giving a small, forced chuckle that’s more about backing away from the topic than anything else.

i open my mouth, but rickea seizes the moment, standing up and pulling cam off the stool with her. “come on, you’re due for a refill. let’s go check out the line, huh?” she says quickly, steering her toward the bathroom with a not-so-subtle look back at me, like she’s trying to pull them both out of the blast radius. cam stumbles along, protesting with a, “there’s no—“ that i catch before she’s far enough that i can’t hear her slurred words.

i shift, turning fully toward nailea. my elbows rest heavy on the bar, my hands clasped in front of me like i’m calm, but we both know better. she looks ready to up and leave. “so, what’s good? who is she?”

nai’s brows furrow, and she looks at me like i’ve lost it. “what are you talking about?” she asks, her tone clipped, like i’m wasting her time.

“you heard me,” i press, my eyes locked on her. “ana or whoever the hell else—how many it been? ‘cause you clearly left some stuff out.”

she glares at me a second longer before turning her head away, like she’s done with this conversation before it even started. “you don’t get to ask me that, paige.” i can tell she’s trying not to give me any more than that, but it’d never work.

i tilt my head, pushing myself to the edge of the seat, letting the words roll off. “nah, i think i do,” i say, keeping my voice low, licking my lips. “you can’t give me hell ‘bout maya and then act like i’m outta pocket for asking this. how many, lea?”

she whips her head to me, finally, eyes all annoyed and fiery. it’s clear i’m treading thin ice with her, and i’m completely oblivious to the breaking point. “you don’t want to know,” she argues. “and even if you did, it wouldn’t change a thing. we’re not together. remember?” she reminds with this petty ass shrug, and it makes me wanna—

the bartender, ana, strolls back over then, her timing so bad it feels intentional. she sets the water nai had clearly ordered out of politeness with this heedless smile, as if she can’t read a room. i sit back, biting back whatever i want to throw out next, letting the silence speak for itself.

nai thanks her, avoids eye contact, and she glances between the two of us like she’s trying to figure out the vibe, and i know she feels it, but she doesn’t take the hint. of course not.

“yo,” i say, tilting my head up in her direction, and maybe i shouldn’t have said anything at all. “we’re kinda in the middle of something.” i gesture between nai and i, and she scrunches her face up, probably at the mention of ‘we.’

ana blinks, her smile faltering, but instead of backing off, she has the nerve to look at nai, like she’s trying to gauge if she needs saving or some shit. “you okay?” she asks, her voice all soft, like i’m not sitting right here.

the audacity.

“she good, bro,” i cut in before nai can even think about answering for herself, my words quick and clipped. i throw in a tight smile for effect, but it’s not doing much to hide the clear attitude i’d just given her. “appreciate the concern, though.”

ana’s face shifts, her smile completely gone now, and she stares at me for a beat too long before nodding awkwardly, fingernails tapping against the counter. “alright, uh, just let me know if you need anything else,” she mumbles, finally walking away.

i don’t feel any better watching her leave. i clench my jaw, that sharp burn in my chest flaring up again. nai’s silence digs into me. why isn’t she saying anything? yelling that it isn’t my place?

i glance over at her. she’s not looking at me. not even at the glass of water sitting untouched in front of her, and then she moves. quiet and deliberate, she stands, slinging her bag over her shoulder without so much as a glance in my direction. i furrow my eyebrows in confusion. she’s leaving? she’s leaving.

“nai.” my voice is low but filled with enough stern to catch her as she turns toward the exit. she doesn’t stop, doesn’t pause, doesn’t give me anything.

i shouldn’t follow her. i know i shouldn’t. i should’ve just left it at that. but theres several parts of me that can’t leave her alone no matter how hard i try to respect her wishes. it’s a continuous thing. a bad habit, really.

but the second she pushes through the door, i’m up. the chair scrapes loudly against the floor as i shove it back. i drop a twenty next to my drink, and before i can think better of it, i’m heading after her.

the air outside feels no less suffocating than it did in the bar, warm and sticky like its clinging to my skin. nai’s halfway across the lot already, her pace quick and determined as she beelines for her car. my legs are much faster than hers though. her keys are clutched tightly in her hand, the sound of the fob unlocking her door breaking through the quiet.

“nai,” i call, my voice on the rise as i stride toward her. she doesn’t stop.

“nai!” i know her well enough to see it—the way her shoulders stiffen, the slight hesitation in her stride. she hears me. she just doesn’t want to. it says everything: leave me the fuck alone, paige. i can even hear her voice say it in my head.

but i’m not gonna listen. obviously.

“i wasn’t done talking to you,“ i say, the frustration etched across my entire face.

she stops and exhales sharply, jaw tightening as she drops her keys to dangle loosely from her fingers. her other hand is gripping the strap of her purse like it’s the only thing keeping her upright. she’s quiet, just angling her body toward the car like she’s going to keep pretending i’m not here.

not happening.

“aight.” i nod, lips pressed into a thin line. “the hard way?” it’s less of a question, more of ‘i know how this is about to go.’ i shift, stepping in front of her car door, my lanyard swaying out of the pocket of my sweatpants with the motion.

she glares up at me, and her head tilts just slightly, like she can’t believe i’m doing this. again. “get out the way,” she says flatly, though she knows those four words won’t do much to get me to do what she wants.

i’m not letting it go this time. “can you stop tryna’ leave when things get tough? you love walkin’ out on me instead of talk—“

“i left because i don’t want to do this again! i’m done trying to figure you out, and i’m done listening to you lie to me, paige,” she yells, and i swallow down the stern cut-off i planned to give her. “i can’t trust you.” she emphasizes every word, and i know there’s no quick fix, no easy answer. she’s right. i’ve given her every reason not to trust me.

i wish i could take it all back—the lies, the bullshit, the nights i wasn’t what she needed. but i can’t. and now i don’t know what to do, what to say, to make her believe that i wouldn’t do it again if i was given another shot.

“i know i messed up,” I finally say. it’s not the defense i’m used to putting up, not the sharp rebuttal i usually throw out. but i can’t fight her on it, it’ll only make her put both feet out the door.

she scoffs, shaking her head. “you can’t even fucking help it either.” she isn’t holding back. “you’re stubborn, you think shit is a game half the time, you don’t ever follow through…”

she’s rambling now, telling me how much of a piece of shit i am. she’s doing it so effortlessly, like she’s been rehearsing this in her head for months, years maybe, and somehow, someway, it doesn’t effect me when i hear her say it. not in the way it should.

i already know these things. i’ve heard it all before—hell, i’ve told myself most of it. but hearing it from her? the way she’s spilling it all out in dim light of this parking lot like she’s trying to exorcise me from her life for good? it should for the least bit sting. should make me feel guilty. but all i can think about is how good she looks when she’s angry, how her eyes flash and her chest rises and falls.

how she’s putting all her energy into this argument because she cares.

i run a hand down my ponytail, exhaling through my nose. “you done?” i interrupt.

she lets out a humorless laugh, shaking her head again, her hair falling into her face before she pushes it back with a sharp motion. “no, i’m not done, paige,” she snaps, and i nod my head, crossing my arms over my chest as she continues. “i’m so fucking tired of this—of you. of us. you don’t get it. you never get it. and i could leave you alone. block you, never speak to you again, but—“

i shift on my feet, licking my lips. “but you don’t wanna,” i finish for her.

she quirks a brow at me. “don’t tell me what i do and don’t want.” i want to laugh, because of course that’s how she’d respond. it’s probably how i would too. the irony isn’t lost on me.

“we’re the same,” i say.

her head jerks back slightly, confusion flashing across her face. “what?”

“we’re the same,” i repeat, meeting her gaze head-on. “that’s why we keep coming back to each other, nai. why we can’t let go. what are the odds we found each other again in la? you know it just as much as i do.”

she stares at me, lips pressing into a tight line, her eyes narrowing as if she’s trying to figure out whether i’m full of shit or actually making sense for once. she doesn’t say anything, doesn’t move, but i can see the wheels turning in her head, the way she’s trying to process what i just said.

“i’m not saying i’m perfect,” i add, stepping closer, lifting my body up off her car as i drop my voice lower. “i’m not. i fuck up. a lot. but i’ve always come back to you. always. and you? you always been there too, even when you’re mad, even when you’re hurt. we keep coming back because we don’t wanna lose this. each other.”

her lips part, her breathing uneven as she shakes her head again, though there’s less conviction behind it now. “don’t—” she starts, her voice trembling just slightly. “don’t do that. don’t make it sound like this is some… fate bullshit or whatever. it’s not. it’s messy, and it’s fucked up, and you—”

“me what, nai!?” i yell, and i think i’m just tired of her singling me out in all this like it hasn’t been a two-way street this entire time.

she squints at me, stepping closer, but i don’t back down. we’re closer now. too close. “you don’t get what it feels like to keep trying to love someone who doesn’t know how to love you back.” fuck. “you say all the right things, and then you fuck it up every single time.” her voice is calm, almost like she’s sick of yelling.

i feel my jaw clench involuntarily, and she’s getting me heated without trying. “that’s not true…” i start, but she doesn’t let me finish.

“shut up,” she snaps. “you think chasing after me, spitting a whole bunch of nothing about how we’re meant to be is gonna be the bandaid for all of this? you don’t even care about how much you’ve hurt me, paige. you never did.”

“that’s not fair, you know it,” i fire back. “and stop barkin’ at me like that.”

“or what? what are you gonna do?”

my hands are on her. her hips more specifically, guiding her over until she’s pinned against her the metal of her civic. she doesn’t fight it, even though she can’t with the way i’m handling her. her body flattens against it. “you know what i’m gonna do, nai?” i glance over her head, my eyes scanning the parking lot. still empty, just like when we got here. no headlights. no newcomers pulling in to park next to her car, not at this time of night.

her expression doesn’t waver. chin raised. lips tight. eyes locked on mine, daring me to follow through and say something that’ll only piss her off more. but i’m not giving her that. instead, i move my hand up under her jaw, forcing her head up to look at me. she whimpers, not expecting it.

i lean down, lips ghosting over her cheek. “i’m gonna remind you why you always come back.” her eyes have stayed on me, and she looks furious, hands glued to her sides.

but i’m not the one to initiate the crash of our lips, the sloppy spit exchange, she is.

her hands move to my shoulders, pulling me closer, pressing her body into mine as if she’s trying to meld with me, trying to make this real again.

“you’re so…” it’s rough, a collision of teeth and tongues as she pulls me deeper, her body pressing me harder against hers. “fucking annoying,” she breathes. i tighten my hands around her hips, guiding her to move in sync with me, and she lets out a, “fuck,” finalizing her frustrations that only pushes me further.

“okay,” i nod, tugging at her bottom lip as i pull away, just enough to look into her eyes. “you can talk all the shit you want in this backseat.”

without waiting for a response, i take a few steps and pull the car door open, the interior lights flickering on over a whole area practically ready for us. begging us to fall into it. she hesitates, glancing inside and then back at me.

she smiles, a slow, knowing grin, and that’s all i need to see. without another word, she moves around me, slipping into the car. i lick my lips, smiling to myself as i follow her in, the door shutting softly behind me.

the lights are off just as quick.

we’ve done this enough times that she knows the drill. she slides the front seats up, making room for me to stretch out, spreading my legs wide to take up the space. i get comfortable, resting my head back, and my hands have already found her hips again, pulling her to straddle me.

she takes her time, teasing me in a way i’m starting to crave. when she finally settles over me, i waste no time pulling her closer until our bodies are flush, and i can feel her against me—the warmth of her cunt through the thin pair of panties she’s wearing.

the worst part? i’ve been thinking about what’s under this jean skirt since she walked in that fucking bar.

i grin like an idiot as my head lolls to the side, my lips pulling into a smirk as she leans down to cup my face with one hand. our lips crash together again, more sloppy than the first. it’s desperate, and feels so good. there’s something else there, too—something that makes me want more. every inch of me is focused on the way her mouth moves against mine, how she’s making me lose control all over again.

braaking away from the kiss, i trail my lips down her neck, sucking and biting gently. she grinds her hips against me, and all i don’t think about claiming her with a few marks just to be cheeky, i do.

“tell me how bad you want it,” i whisper, breath fanning over the now sensitive parts of her skin. i pin her hips in one spot, and she whines slightly, not being able to do anything to get herself off.

“don’t make me, p,” she mumbles all seductively, and my eyes meet hers in the way that normally mean i’m not fucking around with her.

she realizes, and her tongue darts to the corner of her mouth. “want your fingers…” she trails off, eyes trailing down to where my crotch is. she brings her own hand down, and i shift, sucking in. “inside of me,” she finishes. “please, paige… make me come.” she presses deeper, and i swear she’s just about the only one who knows exactly how to keep me on my toes.

“mmm.” i roll my head back to her, biting down on my lip as i hike her skirt up over her ass with both hands. i let them roam before placing one right underneath her, pushing her panties to the side. i find her wetness quick, pressing my middle and index finger through her folds. “here?” i tease as i start stroking.

she nods, arching against my hand, and i can already tell she’ll be struggling to stay upright. she throws her head back instead, letting her pants fog up the windows. “i’ont think i heard you, baby,” i taunt, biting down on my lip and circling just a little slower.

her hand wraps around my wrist, practically pushing me deeper into her. “yes, there, you ass,” she mumbles all breathless. i chuckle, feeling my body getting hot as i slip both fingers in, lips parting at the squelching sound that begins filling the car. she grinds down, making me dig even deeper.

i’ve hooked my other arm under her thigh, keeping her from going too far as i pick up a rhythm that has her losing it. her body moves like it’s made for this, like it knows how to follow my lead without even thinking about it. her pretty eyes flutter shut, and i feel her tighten again, clenching around me like she doesn’t wanna let go. she can’t.

“so fuckin’ tight. you like when i stretch you out?”

with her acrylics digging into the side of my neck, she begins bucking her hips, licking over her plump lips with a whine. “love it, p. feels s’good—shit,” she gasps, her normally doe, wide eyes all blown out from the pleasure.

“mhm? that good?” i bite on my lip so hard i swear it might bleed, moving my fingers all the way out and ramming them back in repeatedly. her breaths are shallow, uneven, and we’re doing just about the same amount of work. “show me how good, ma. show me you’re mine.”

i follow her gaze, looking for her eyes before she drops her head with a pathetic whine, picking up the pace of her hips, and the way her tits bounce in that top have me physically refraining from getting her more messy than she already is.

her hands start to trail up my body, and i feel the fabric of my shirt shift as her fingers slide underneath, her palms warm against my skin. she pushes it higher and higher, her movements unhurried, leaving the end of it bunched up in her hands, resting on my chest. i can’t help it—i flex, my muscles tightening under her touch, and her eyes drop, watching the way my body reacts to her.

her forehead leans further into my neck. “paige…”

i adjust my grip, sliding deeper, and she reacts instantly, her nails scratching at the back of my neck like she’s trying to hang on. my hand moves slower now, but with more purpose, every little motion driving her higher. “yeah,” i mumble gravelly, right against her ear. “c’mon, talk to me, baby. lemme hear you.”

her body jerks, like my voice alone is messing her up, and i can’t help the smirk that spreads across my face. my lips find her jaw, then dip to her neck, dragging open-mouthed kisses down her skin that are more-so like licks, tasting her. i want her to feel this everywhere—every touch, every word, everything i’m doing to her right now.

i scissor my fingers wider, and her hips grind against my hand faster, chasing it like she’s got no choice. “don’t stop,” she whimpers, her voice cracking, and it makes me damn near lose it. “please. fuuuck.”

i lean back just enough to make her look at me, my fingers not letting up for even a second. she’s completely wrecked, her lips parted, breathing all over the place, and it’s a sight i’ll never forget. “aight,” i say, my grip tightening on her thigh as i furrow my eyebrows, chewing on my lip for some relief. “i got you. you almost there, pretty? c’mon, you know you wanna come.”

nai nods feverishly, and i can already see some of her wetness spilling out of her with every thrust, seeping into my sweatpants. she screws her eyes shut, a loud moan spilling out of her mouth, and it fuels me, my fingers working her just right.

“this?” i growl, curling right up under that deep sticky patch that’s gonna send her right over the edge. “that’s me. you feel that? nobody else. just me.”

“paige. shit. stop that—“ she gasps again, and i can tell she’s right there, hanging on by a thread. my thumb presses harder against her clit, my fingers curling deeper, and i lean into her ear again, my voice coming just over the sex sounds. “say it. say you’re mine, baby. don’t act shy now.”

her eyes snap open, locking onto mine, wide and glossy, like i’ve pulled something raw out of her. “i’m yours,” she chokes out, and it’s all she manages before her body locks up, trembling hard as she falls apart in my arms, completely wrecked.

i hold her through it as her breath stutters against my neck, my hands steady, my lips brushing over her temple as i mutter, “that’s my girl.”

her breathing slows, and she stays close, like she’s tethered herself to me, and i let her. my hand pulls out of her, moving to soothe the small of her back in lazy circles, my head tilting to press my lips to her hair. her scent clings to me—sweet, familiar, and i wouldn’t want it any other way. it’s dangerous.

“you good?” i ask, a little quieter now, dipping into something softer, something i don’t let just anyone hear. only her.

she nods faintly against my shoulder, and i can feel her heartbeat slowing down, her chest rising and falling as she tries to steady herself. her hands grip my shirt like she’s afraid i’ll pull away, so i stay, holding her just a little tighter, letting the silence stretch between us.

finally, she pulls back, just enough to look at me. her face is flushed, her lips graced with this small smile, and her eyes are still shining.

“44.2%,” she whispers.

i blink, knitting my eyebrows together as i smirk slowly. “what?”

“the odds,” she says, rolling her eyes as a grin pulls wider across her flushed face. “that you got drafted here. that we found each other again in la.”

i smile. not because she looks stupid for remembering that or even because it’s the first thing she thought of after everything we just did, but because it’s not fate, it’s us.

[diazsdimples]

Loving the frostpunk AU and would love to hear more about it 💕

Ahhh Frostpunk au! It's probably my favourite AU I've written, just because it's the only one in a completely fictional world. I was hoping to have it finished by the end of these holidays but I fear it won't be 😅 in the meantime, have a snippet!! This is from Buck, Bobby, Tommy, Sal, and Eli all prepping to go out looking for Eddie.

“You okay, kid?” Buck shrugs as he chains his crampons to the bottom of his boots. “Yeah, tired is all. That last mission took it out of me.” Bobby nods in acknowledgement, giving Buck’s shoulder a quick squeeze. “Maddie’s promised to take us off missions for the next week as an apology.” “Assuming we make it back from this one,” Buck replies stiffly, tightening the chains so the crampons won’t slip off. He’s lost too many pairs in the snow before and it’s only in the last couple of missions that Bobby hasn’t knelt at his feet and checked them himself, a faint echo of how he used to help Buck with his shoelaces when he was a young boy. Bobby chuckles and ruffles Buck’s hair. “Stop being so dramatic, we’ve survived longer missions and on much less sleep. It’ll be fine.” Tommy makes his way over to the pair, his crampons clicking against the wooden slats of the street as he walks. “What’s the plan, Cap?” he asks, leaning against the wooden crate Buck’s currently perched on. Bobby gestures to Sal and Eli, who slouch on over, and he huddles them in close, like a coach prepping his team before a match. “All I’ve been told from dispatch is that they received a distress call about 30 miles north of here, unsure exactly how many people we’re expecting to find but we’ve been told to triage if needed and bring back as many people we can. Eli, you’re going to be working with the med kit, same as me. Buck, Tommy and Sal, you’re going to be the muscles. If anyone needs carrying, you’re it. We’re taking two stretchers with us just in case.” “What if we get separated at any point?” asks Sal. “Forecast is clear for the next three days with no signs of any blizzards or snow so we should be good. If we need to separate when we find the people, we’ll talk about it when we get there.” Bobby looks at the four men with a fond look, one Buck recognises well because it’s the way Bobby looks at him every day as he works alongside Buck. Like he’s proud of him. “I know we just had a rough one and didn’t get much rest between, but I want to say that I’m grateful you guys are sticking with me here. There’s not many men I would rather be out there with than you boys.” “Aw Cap, going soft in your old age?” Tommy replies with a cheeky grin, elbowing Sal and Bobby grins in response. “Happens to the best of us, Tommy. Alright, if we’ve got all our gear we may as well move out. Anyone need any last-minute checks?” There’s a chorus of “no’s” (although Bobby goes over Buck’s gear once more anyway) and the five of them make tracks, turning off the main street and beginning to push through the snow, following the makeshift path all scouts use to get them to the base of the jagged cliff that shields their city from the brunt of the cold.

Tagging some friends that also asked about Frostpunk

@dangerpronebuddie @kitteneddiediaz @exhuastedpigeon @cal-daisies-and-briars

[mewnia]

thank you! i enjoy tales of sunday but i would love to see more oc stuff esp if that's more fun for you too :3

i'd love to ask you some questions about your ocs if you're willing to answer! i've been through the tags but there's definitely more to know about all the characters. one character i didn't see a lot of info on was selah! what's her background like? how did she grow up? what is she getting up to around the time the main story takes place? what's her relationship to the rest of the cast like? her relationship with abriel? what's her general role in the story? any other cool stuff you wanna spill? you can answer as many or as few of these questions as you like! i'd love to read your ramblings :p

Ahhh I love my girl Selah! She’s one of the more straight-forward characters so I often don’t have to draw concepts for her, if that makes sense? I probably should, it would help me connect with her character more!

She’s a very silly girl, at heart. A reference that I usually follow is relating her to Jessie from Toy Story but more farmer-ish rather than cowboy. She definitely follows her gut. Selah and Abriel’s family are farmers of medicinal herbs protected by Autumnest’s royal family. These herbs come in extremely handy to both residents of Autumnest and to researchers in Springland. No one knows how they got these herbs. According to Selah, their plants just one day started having healing properties!

To other characters, Selah is a sibling all-around! Her more focused relationships (besides Abriel) are with Ella and Mel. Selah relates to Ella’s predicament with her father, who is ill, and knows one day Ella will need support to deal with what’s coming. Meanwhile, Selah is so energetic and playful, she’s a breath of fresh air for Ella. With Mel, I’m still playing around with, but the main gist is that Abriel seems to have a really close interest in them. Therefore, Selah wants in, too!

Selah is incredibly close with her twin brother Abriel. She loves having someone there by her side, someone who is both a huge, personal part of her and yet their own person. She loves doing the whole twin-matching thing, and Abriel goes along with it to see her smile. Actually, Abriel is sometimes there for her a little too much, if that makes sense. The siblings try to out-do each other in service to one another often. Apparently for their Quinceañera/Quinceañero, both of them made such tall, towering cakes for the other that they ended up feeding their whole village for days! The twins refuse to say who made the tallest… Local villagers will tell you it was a tie ;P

Mel, Ella, Abriel, and Asher, when going unchecked can get very doom and gloom very quickly as characters. So Selah is here to hopefully lift the party’s, an especially the viewer’s, spirits <3

Here are some other drawings of Selah! One of her for MerMay that I plan to finish in October for OC-tober, and the other from an entry in Asher’s journal — 10 years before the main story. This journal hasn’t been posted on my blog, mainly because I’m embarrassed of my writing skills, haha

Thank you for asking, I don’t mind at all! I meant it when I said I could talk about my OC’s for days. It’s a long post, that’s for sure :P

[sollucets]

tag game for @khaopybara !! thank you for thinking of me i needed the boost 💜

1. why did you choose your url?

my url is from ‘sol lucet omnibus’, a latin phrase that means the sun shines for everyone. a lot of my urls & usernames and whatnot are sun themed, so this is just another in a long line. for a while it was ‘solclaw’ while i was in a werewolf phase. but i dont plan to change it again

2. any sideblogs? name them and why you have them

ahhh…. the secret come out. i guess? i have two sideblogs. @jinjjayo is my kpop sideblog, which i have not advertised having so far but does exist. i also have @solref, which is just where i collect tutorials & other reference stuff.

3. how long have you been on tumblr?

not consecutively, i took breaks, but my first blog was made in 2011. :0 i’ve had three main blogs over the years.

4. do you have a queue tag?

i do! i don’t use it often but i tag things that are queued with ‘ghost post (queued)’

5. why did you start your blog in the first place?

the original one, i made because my cousin recommended it to me. we shall not speak of its url. this current one was made when i started seriously writing again (thank u rasmr <3)

6. why did you choose your icon?

i love ayluna. my babygirls. that’s all there is to it lol. im also quite fond of the lil stars i edited in

7. why did you choose your header?

i did a lot of work to edit the scene’s colors for my lfls episode series, so i wanted to keep that and use it for one more gif haha. also i love them terribly

8. what’s your post with the most notes?

it is currently this set of the 3wbf trio doing their puzzle piece hugs, at just over 1000 notes. 🥺 im happy they deserve it

9. how many mutuals do you have?

73! i know this because (and i am aware this is embarrassing) i keep a notes document of my mutuals with names & tracktags, so i counted manually. that is,,, thats a lot of you. i love you all very much 🥹🥹🥹

10. how many followers do you have?

i have just over 900 followers. ._. wild

11. how many people do you follow?

i follow 155 blogs. i try to keep the number down but there are simply so many beloveds.

12. have you ever made a shitpost?

sure lol. ive done textpost edits, and that disney only friends thing, and etc.

13. how often do you use tumblr each day?

i check at least once a day. usually more though

14. have you had a fight/argument with another blog?

noooo. i never have. i always just blocked people or we drifted apart. i love to block though

15. how do you feel about ‘you need to reblog this’ posts?

i think it’s counterintuitive. people don’t like being ordered around, so a lot of folks will instinctively scroll. then the ones you do get are often because of anxiety, so it feels cruel. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ just ask normally / say please reblog this

16. do you like tag games?

why ask this at #16 of a tag game lmao. yes of course. doesnt everyone love to overshare

17. do you like ask games?

yes very much. it always makes it feel more lively. i try to play when i have the time :>

18. which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

ouuhh, mona @thitiponqs probably, hehe. all member of usergif and gay dot tumblr dot com and everything else. everyone should know mona u.u everyone is famous in my heart though.

19. do you have a crush on a mutual?

no! >< it isn’t personal. i don’t have crushes very often. certainly you are all very lovely and cool, and i’ve had mutuals follow me who i had to go scream into a pillow about after for sure, but. it is all quite platonic im afraid 2 say. would still be happy to make out though

20. tags?

i will try! i choose u @markpakin & @lamonnaie ✨

[knyinfinity]

Part 1: Muichiro X OC

A few notes: Muichiro will be at most 16 here and in any others I write, but I don't feel comfortable writing any smut or any adult content given he is a child. I'm also still learning how to tag properly. You can also request and I will write for others because I like the others too but Muichiro is my main (if the request is NSFW I'll make it SFW for him and other underage characters). I'm also not following the manga or anime perfectly, I'm just writing because I enjoy writing. I hope you enjoy the story, I'm glad to be writing again.

Word count: 509 (without all the extras)

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I will be late if I delay any further…what was her name again…? Muichiro sighed as yet another thought, and the person escaped his memory. He was used to it at this point so the sigh was more out of boredom but he couldn't help the annoyed undertone. He has recently acquired a new, and his first Tsuguko so he figured she had probably been warned of his forgetfulness.

At least I know they're a she. He thought to himself with another sigh as he turned away from the field where he'd been admiring…everything.

“-surprised she became a Tsuguko, let alone his. I thought Master Tokito only took in the best.” A pair of Kinoto, likely fresh from a mission, hadn't noticed the hashira standing nearby as his ears automatically caught his name. He stopped and turned to see the backs of their uniforms as they walked in the opposite direction, continuing on with their conversation.

“She's not gonna last a day. He'll see she still needs serious trai-AHHH M-M-Ma-Master Tokito!” He ‘appeared�� before the two of them, seemingly staring off for a moment, before speaking.

“Have I missed something?” The two Kinoto looked at each other in confusion before one spoke up.

“M…Master Tokito what are you-”

“You're saying my chosen Tsuguko is unfit and I need to know why.” Bluntness has always been one of Muichiro’s specialities and it still caught the other two slayers off guard. They stumbled over their words for a moment, fiddling with their fingers and seemingly not wanting to answer.

“I don't have all day.” One of the Kinoto elbowed the other and they began quietly bickering back and forth.

“Just say it! Oh nevermind. Master Tokito, please accept our sincerest apologies. We didn't realize-” They both dropped to the ground in a deep bow as one of them began to explain before Muichiro interrupted.

“Apologies. I see…” He left, making his way towards his mansion, ignoring the clambering and shouting of the other slayers behind him. His time was far too valuable to listen to the jealous yammerings of those beneath both him and his Tsuguko.

As he got closer to the mansion, he could see her knelt next to the small bubbling brook talking with a blue jay (a small mixup the Master had yet to fix but her crow was on the way).

“I wonder if you'll come visit me again…I know he's here, I'm simply waiting for his orders. It'll be alright I'm sure he's friendly enough…oh well I can handle it…yes I should get started. Goodbye, hopefully for now.” She waved as the small bird flew away and turned to see him staring intently. She mirrored his stare for a long moment before he finally spoke.

“When did you first notice my approach?”

“You were about the size of a pebble.”

“I see…” They stared at each other again for another long moment.

“Amari Karita. What is the first task?” He turns towards the open training yard.

“You will first show me what you know. Follow me.”

[mrsbsmooth]

15 people, 15 questions

Thank you for tagging me @beesandfigsart !!!!!💕

1. Are you named after anyone?

Nope! Although I have the same middle name as my grandma, aunt, and cousin

2. When was the last time you cried?

Sometime in the last few days I think? My baby's sick atm so I'm a bit emotional over that

3. Do you have kids?

I have a 5-month-old daughter and she is literally perfect 💕

4. What sports do you play/have you played?

I've done a lot of sports over the years but my main has always been basketball.

5. Do you use sarcasm?

Probably far more than I should tbh.

6. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Their height, followed by their smile. I am a sucker for a killer smile so bleuugh

7. What’s your eye color?

Blue but it's that really boring dark blue not the nice sky one

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

HAPPY! ENDINGS!

9. Any talents?

Writing? I used to sing at weddings and do musical theatre but it's been a long time and I don't think my range is what it used to be. Sigh.

10. Where were you born?

Woop woop aka in the middle of bumfuck nowhere, Australia! When I was born my town had like 700 people in it.

11. What are your hobbies?

Writing, DIY home improvements, and I hand make little cards with dried flowers but it's just for friends not to sell or anything.

12. Do you have any pets?

I do!! My OG babies. A schnauzer x mini poodle and a little resuce cat. They're the best.

13. How tall are you?

5"6 and 3/4. I'm 169cm (heh)

14. Favorite subject in school?

Music and Drama. Also really liked Maths, Geography, and Chemistry. Hated hated hated History and English.

15. Dream job?

Like Bea said. I don't dream of labour. I used to really enjoy my job but since going on maternity leave I'm really seeing the appeal of being a SAHM. I wish I could do that, but the economy is economy'ing so I'll be back at work in January.

If I could pick any job I'd love to get paid to write creatively, but I feel like that would almost stomp on my creativity. It's always harder when you feel like it's a job.

AHHH I HIT POST TOO EARLY okay i'm also tagging @sparxaf, @eskiix, @rebelrayne, @caitkaminski @crimswnred @i-boop-you @tammyisobsessedwith @ellegreenwxy and @queen-of-boops

[bogglle]

what’re some of your fave Ishimondo AUs? Or what you like to read in Ishimondo fanfics?

ohhhh thats such a good question anon!! i love AUs so much, they can be so unique, and usually when i've shipped something long enough I just have like, a million of em sitting around, but for some reason i havent made that many with ishimondo??! i need to work on that XD anyway here's some great AUs I've seen!

I really like @edgy-senju 's mastermind ishimondo drawings!! I've seen lots of mastermind AUs and the aesthetics are always super cool, and especially in this case!! they just look so good ahhh

another artist I really like with some cool AUs is @mickules have a really good pinned post with all their stuff I'll also link it here, so do yourself a favor and look at everything there!!! They are seriously so inspiring with their comics!! and there's some cute AUs in there for u to take a look at :D

Another AU im always a fan of is werewolf mondo and vampire ishimaru, its always fun to have their natural rivalry even more pronounced in a monster au!! I've seen some really cute fics and art for this concept. I remember seeing it a lot back when I was first shipping ishimondo in like 2013-14, and I really liked how @treeofficial did it

https://treeofficial.tumblr.com/tagged/werepire au/chrono

they also had a really cute android ishimaru AU they wrote a few fics for that I remember liking.

for ur second question, probably my favorite thing to read in a fic is ishimaru being super socially awkward!! if it makes me cringe in second hand embarrassment then its absolutely perfect!! some fics i really like with this concept are @dracothedeatheatingcupcake-ao3 's problem series (https://archiveofourown.org/series/2517916) but a specific fic I like of there's that has Ishimaru being a socially awkward cutie is this one:

another fic that I will just love forever is One Personal Favour by @chasml

I literally reread it all the time (and its LONG!) because it's just SO good. it's basically the main reason I even started drawing ishimondo again XD It's got all my fav things! I feel like if you ship ishimondo it should be legally required that you read this fic (jk but no seriously)

anyway I could probably go on all day but I'll leave it there!!

thank you for the ask!! I hope u a have a good day!!

[mobolanz]

For the OC questions: 5, 24, 31 and 40!

Sweeeet!:D thank you for yet another ask oml <3 🤧

Let's see!(⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧

5. If you could make only one of your OCs popular/known, who would it be?

Oh pretty much my semi-self insert & sailor moon oc Mia Hideno (Amethyst as a villain) 🤧 I mean it's also the one I have the biggest history with, and my 2nd most developed and thought out one after Evelyn(unless we speak lore/inspo wise where it's an equal footing) . Like imma be fr here I'm surprised that an anime/manga that named 90% and counting of its villains after minerals/gemstones there wasn't anyone in canon after that (like,,,it can be the sailor earth of villain ocs <3). Plus I'm very much set on how her story goes (with multiple endings.) So all I need is to resume my SM rewatch that was paused after aot pt.3 trailer was released and I'm on it! (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧

And like,,, her and demande,,, my og oc ship that's still kicking today 😆💎💐 what I clung on to until creating reinelyn :")

24. If you could meet one OC of yours, who would it be and why??

Ahhh right, I knew right away who would it be and that reminded me- I don't think I've introduced aya here yet have I?:3

Because shopping with her would be the dream tbh. Your wardrobe would feel like a blessing had struck it. Also she sweet 🤧🤧

31. Pick one OC of yours and explain what their tumblr blog would be like (what they reblog, layout, anything really)

Just one? :c I'm going with main trio for this one

Evelyn: mostly just pretty and cute aesthetic pictures and philosophical/ motivational quotes. She doesn't have that much free time on her hands so when she does it rather be in a positive territory that doesn't drain her further. Although should she befriend anyone also continuously support whatever they make by sharing it with commentary.

Mia: exclusive art account. A close resemblance to the one I have myself indeed (semi-self insert indeed xD). Should she have a personal one kinda like Evelyn's but also a lot of character meta/analysis posts reblogged. For certain a villain apologist 😆

Cecille: mostly short personal posts, doesn't bother with anything that isn't pfp and a snarky line for the blog title. probably gets anon hate claiming her attitude is ass so she replies with one 🥱 (as in "ain't reading all that") and leaves it. (I love her 🤧)

40. Any fond memories linked to your characters? Feel free to share!

Honestly nothing overly specific of an event considering I kept a lot about them to myself for a long time but,,, let's say these

For Mia just about how everytime I have a brainrot for her it's like the muse had struck me I had to keep a list if I burn out before doing them all so it can be pulled for next time 🤧💐

In Evelyn's case it's more recent knowing pretty much everyone I talk about her with is interested & likes her🥹. I mean that really gives me a chance to go and further ny writing skill and it's also nice to look in her tag and see old and new stuff

My pride and joy that's what she is ✨ :")

Some oc questions

[sapphicsandscience]

20 questions for fic writers

Not going to lie - no one tagged me in this lol - but I am doing it .

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

47.

2. What's your total ao3 word count?

322,829.

Crazy number for me. I know some have literal millions but I can’t believe I’ve written that much in like the last two or three years??

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently Star Trek (TNG/VOY/PIC & some DS9). ER and Criminal Minds more so in the past. But ER I’ll never leave you.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Aster

- my labor of love - no pun intended.

- i WILL finish her (manifest it pls).

A Flame In Your Heart

- going to be honest writing post s3 isn’t something that interests me the most.

- however, this is a cute story and i wish i had some more ideas for it as i feel like i lack direction.

I Should Have Moved Moons For You

- ahhh.

- a fic I really should have pre-written before posting but i do have fun with it.

- i am half confident she will be finished in time but it stresses me out thinking about it and my outline lol.

- but like most of my WIPs the chapters are all outlined and i do have semi-concrete endings for them or at least know the main plot.

A Lot Of Things Can Happen In Two Months

- like the concept but i think i could have written it better ?

- feels a bit messy but also there are a lot of feelings in it.

- but happy i got it finished !! and i am proud of it overall.

Eighteen Minutes

- ngl I forgot I wrote this lol.

- the only one-shot here.

- def benefited kudos wise from being posted after the second episode aired.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes! And I love to give comments regardless if I get a reply from the author. But personally, I like to reply back as the commenter has taken their time to do this. And you can have some really lovely and funny interactions in the comments haha … I just love talking about fic.

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

Well…it would have to be either of the ones I killed Beverly in - Last contact or Too Late.

Not sure which is more angstiest?

However, as for a multichap ending that ends the most angstiest and wasn’t written to be a character-death-fic - maybe - A Lot Of Things Can Happen In Two Months. Which sucks cause it’s pretty much canon compliant LOL.

Hmm now I am tempted to write another multichap with a less than happy ending…

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Most of my fics that have an ‘ending’ are WIPS that I haven’t finished yet lol.

But maybe Our Turn - it’s just Beverly and Jean-Luc enjoying everything wonderful in their lives <3

8. Do you get hate on fic?

Not really - I doubt anyone cares enough lol. But I am ‘fortunate’ that some of the more ‘controversial’ ships I may write have had writers come before me and take the brunt of any crap :(( but they’ve created a lovely sandbox for the rest of us to play in <3

9. Do you write smut?

Not often but I have yeah…and *deep breaths* … I have no idea if I am even acceptable at it LOL. It’s definitely something I sometimes want to add to my fics and lately I’ve been giving in a little.

Okay, someone tell me if I am terrible and I will stop.

10. Do you write crossovers?

It’s not my go to thing but yes I have. Including the fusion ER/TNG fic that three people have probably read (but three people I love).

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No but that would be cool as!

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

Yes! With my lovely and supportive ER fic buddies ❤️

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

Not sure how best to answer this. It is very dependant on my current hyperfixation and I am one of those sapphics that very much is into the woman more than the man in terms of interest in f/m ships…

However, at the moment it’s Beverly/Jean-Luc and I can say I am definitely more invested and interested in Jean-Luc’s character than I have been with other men in f/m ships. So that’s another reason.

But I love to read/write Crusher/Janeway ❤️ and LOVE those characters. Kerry/Sandy too is special to me.

Can honestly say apart from helping me give Emily Prentiss a baby in my fics I never cared that much for any of her ships I wrote (sorry 😭).

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but probably won't?

Probably better I don’t answer this. It stresses me out cause I want them all to be done 😭

I’ll answer with a WIP I never posted which was a dystopian AU with Kerry and Sandy. Field medicine, babies (it’s me so ofc) and friends trying to survive together.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Hmm - I think I can come up with some good ideas. I can be good at description and introspection … probably more than dialogue.

And I am very strong in the art of giving Beverly Crusher lots of babies. And also making her go through angsty stuff. But I make up for that with the babies I think.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Long intricate plots ? I would love to be better as balancing many themes and plot points in one story. I struggle with dialogue sometimes as well.

Also I am very word count preoccupied at times which is a hindrance as a writer. I sometimes really struggle to get anything out in a session then can overcompensate later by writing too much? But honestly either way I just let myself go with the flow these days otherwise I stress about it.

Yeah and I probably need to edit better.

And smut.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Is this controversial?? I don’t have any issue with it.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

(redacted)

20. Favourite fic you've written?

These are both not what I would consider my best work (idk what that even is) but probably Gone (Ice)fishing or It Takes A Village.

Both were written as gifts and out of my comfort zone (for different reasons) but I am really proud of them both.

But I also love some of my Kerry/Sandy one-shots I did here on this blog. And Aster is definitely a personal accomplishment in terms of length as a writer. I love it too ❤️.

Oh, also - To Build A Home - cause it’s tragic & angsty but also BABY🥹 - it’s just my brand.

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Okay -I’ll shut up now.

Anyone feel free to do this and tag me.

[celestie0]

gojo satoru x reader | college au [18+]

kickoff drabble no1. making it up to you

ᰔ pairing. college au - soccer player! gojo x film major! reader

ᰔ drabble summary. after a pretty angsty period between you two, gojo tries to make it up to you with flowers & a kitten he finds on the side of the road. (note: for new readers, this is in continuation of my long fic gojo x reader series “kickoff”!! masterlist is linked below) ᰔ main storyline summary. gojo satoru is the most popular guy on your college campus. he's tall, funny, hot, not to mention he's the most talented soccer forward the school has seen in years. but he's also a frat dude, which puts him in a world very different from your own, as he spends most of his nights partying & drinking while you spend most of yours working on your annoying film major assignments. but when he reaches out to you for a favor, you realize that helping him out might have something in it for you too.

ᰔ warnings/tags. 18+, fem reader, fluff, angst, smut, college au, fraternities, sororities, partying, drinking/alcohol, romance, jealousy, pining, slow burn, opposites to lovers, friends to lovers, she falls first he falls harder, gojo being an idiot, marijuana use, sexism, sexual harassment (verbal only)

ᰔ chapter. drabble #2

ᰔ words. 2.2k

a/n. ahhh in the original ver of ch10, i actually wrote these scenes from reader’s pov, but cut them out and condensed them bc the word count was already super high haha. so it’s nice i have a chance to include them like this!! although this is written from gojo’s side of the events :”) hope you enjoy <3

nav. masterlist

☾·̩͙꙳ moodboard no.1 :: ♬.*ﾟplaylist

Gojo finds himself crouched down on the sidewalk outside of your apartment complex as he plucks thorns off of roses one by one, flicking them off of his finger and almost straight into his eyeball with how closely he’s inspecting the stems for any pointed edges.

Are roses poisonous? It’d be bad if they were, since he got pricked in about five different places when he rummaged through bushes at the city park to pluck them for you, walking straight into spring foliage and the no trespassing sign wasn’t going to stop him if it meant he could get the dopamine rush of seeing a smile on your face. But he couldn’t have you getting pricked the way he did. Just in case they were poisonous. And also because he’s not too keen on hurting you anymore than he already has.

“Hm?” he hums as he turns one of the roses in his hands, ankles starting to strain from holding his body weight up on them for so long, something Coach Yaga would make him run laps for, given he skips warm-up stretches at the top of every practice and his lack of flexibility was starting to show. Then he’s wondering if you were any flexible, and the thought threatens to make him horny at 6:17am.

There’s a ladybug creeping up the stem of a soft petalled red rose, missing the opportunity of seamlessly blending into the pigment since it just crawls onto one of the green leaves instead. Absolutely abysmal survival instincts, Gojo thinks to himself. He lets it be, regardless.

Well the flowers didn’t really put a smile on your face, turns out you don’t enjoy having to answer to a doorbell at the crack of dawn on the one day of the week you got to sleep in. He used all the people-reading skills he could possibly muster, and got the vibe that you were annoyed by the gesture. Maybe he could’ve chosen better flowers? He doesn’t know anything about flowers, although he probably should, since his mother used to run a florist shop before she traded it in to run a KFC downtown, near the city’s high school. Better business than selling shriveled up tulips, was how she defended her decision. But maybe if she’d kept it, she could have shown him what arrangement of flowers he should make for a girl he’s trying to apologize to.

You’re rubbing your eye, standing in an oversized stained old T-shirt and some shorts underneath that barely reveal themselves under the hem of the shirt. Cute, so fucking cute. Unbearably, really, but you deny it when he says it.

“You woke me up. And I look like bigfoot standing in front of you,” you say, still rubbing at your eye with a pout on your face.

“I still think you look pretty,” he says and now you’re scratching the top of your head where your hair piles up with coils that look like cotton candy.

“What are you doing here?” you ask through a sleepy voice that sounds a little grumpy.

“I got these for you,” he says, leaning against the doorframe of the entryway and holding out the arrangement of flowers he jumped over a fence to steal. In his defense, none of the supermarkets on the way were open at this hour, but the desperation and urge he had to see you today was so overwhelmingly strong, so he had to find an excuse.

You take the flowers from him, which have been sparsely held together by the newspaper he took from someone’s driveway, and you blink up at him. Your face was a little puffy with sleep, and he can’t help the pursed grin that makes its way onto his face. In very much contrast to your stone face.

“Did you pluck these for me??” you ask, peering into the bouquet.

“Uh-huh,” he affirms.

“From where?”

“The,” he points over his shoulder, “the city park.”

Apparently pilfering flowers from an area of no trespassing was not the romantic gesture he thought it would be, or possibly waking you up just to give them to you was the crime, since you mumbled something about wanting to go back to sleep and then shoo’d him away before he had the chance to ask you what you were doing this weekend. But that’s fine, maybe he’ll get another chance.

Divine intervention came the very next day. Why Gojo considers a kitten he finds in the bushes as an order from God to go talk to you again is a mystery even his good conscience wouldn’t understand, but he’s on a mission to make it up to you. It’s the only thing he wants to do.

He was taking a two minute break during his morning run, pacing down sidewalk panting slightly underneath spring heat, when he heard something crying deep within the bushes. Without a second thought, he’s pushing his way through branches that were a lot more spiky than anticipated, one tearing straight through the fabric of his shirt, but he finally spotted it—

A tiny little soot sprite sitting curled up in a ball between dead leaves and spiky twigs, the round of its form rising and falling fast with its heavy breathing just like Gojo is right now. It lifts his head up, triangular ears dropping then raising, dropping then raising, as it makes sense of its surroundings and eventually it cocks its head all the way up to look Gojo straight in the eye.

A kitten?

With paws rustling the leaves underneath it, it tilts its head and resumes its cries. Loud and sounding so hoarse from exhaustion in its throat that it sounds like a kazoo. All left alone and abandoned.

Gojo picks it up slowly, noticing it’s smaller than the size of his hand, and he holds it up into the air to inspect it. How does he know if it’s a girl or a boy? He pulls his phone out and types it into Google. Okay, in male kittens, the genital shape resembles a colon punctuation mark (:). He looks back at the kitten with no preservation of its genital honor. Yup, it’s a boy.

He has nothing against cats, he’s just not really used to them. His family had a dog growing up, a stunning Mongolian mastiff he could fight and wrestle with like a bear for as long as he could remember through to his teens, but because of that, he has no clue how to be gentle with an animal. And this little kitten seemed like it needed a whole lot of gentle from the way it shivers as he holds it in his arms.

He knows someone gentle.

In hindsight, he should’ve taken a glance in someone’s car door window to inspect for twigs and leaves in his hair before showing up at your front door, and he also should’ve felt weary over the ripped up condition of his shirt, but he didn’t think of those things until he was already standing at your front door. He briefly considered going shirtless, but then the idea of him showing up shirtless to your front door with no notice at an hour that wasn’t much better than the hour he visited you yesterday was something his gut was telling him wouldn’t be a wise thing to do. Although showing up shirtless most places has hardly ever failed him, he just had the feeling that you’d be different.

The kitten he holds in the curled palm of his hand trembles as it claws at Gojo’s shirt, calming down when it feels the warmth of his torso, and Gojo starts to find it cute. Then the door of your apartment flings open.

You stand there, looking neater than yesterday with your hair kept and you’re in some jeans with a light pink University of Tokyo T-shirt tucked into them. Your tote bag was slung around your shoulder, like you were just about to leave.

“S-Satoru?” you squeak out after jumping a little where you stand.

“Hey,” he says, leaning against the doorframe again since you seem to never allow him inside your apartment. Apparently the doorframe is as far as he’ll get.

“What are you doing here?” you ask in the same way you asked it yesterday, and you tuck strands of hair behind your ear. His heart beats faster at the sight, and the kitten probably feels it from the way it starts purring with a nuzzling head under his ribcage.

He pulls the tiny thing from his front and extends his arm out to you, as it sits dazzled and confused in the palm of his hand from the sudden loss of surrounding heat, and then it looks at you. And you look at it. “I brought you a cat.”

“Wha—” you stutter, and your face entirely softens, lower lip jutting out slightly in a pout as you use both hands to pick it up off of his hand, it’s tiny white paws dangling in the air before you settle it snug in your arms, and it chirps a mew before pushing its little face against the pillows of your breasts. Lucky bastard. “But why???”

He shrugs, crossing his arms now as an easy smile makes way onto his face. “I don’t know. I thought you’d think it’s cute and you’d want to keep it.”

“But I can’t,” you whine, your fingers scratching the top of its head and its purrs become louder. “I can’t keep cats in my apartment.” You lift the fluff ball up into the air, its tiny stubby tail now slightly wagging from side to side like it’s a puppy. He makes note that you are a person who has the ability to turn kittens into puppies.

“Keep it anyway,” he tells you, “you wouldn’t be the first college student to unlawfully keep a cat in their apartment.”

“No, no, no, you don’t understand,” you say, cradling the kitten in the nook of your elbow again. “I really can’t.” And your lips turn downwards into a frown, “this complex checks on tenants often. The people who rented this apartment before us couldn’t renew their lease because they got caught having a cat in the unit.”

His eyes widen. “Oh…that—…that sucks.”

“I can’t keep him,” you say, voice trembling slightly as you look down at it. It looked like it had fallen asleep in your arms. “I really want to, but I can’t. And he’s so cuuute, and tiny and sweet and—” He sees tears start to sheen in your eyes.

Uh.

Uh-oh.

Fuck.

Fuck fuck fuck.

This was not going how he thought it would in his head.

He wasn’t supposed to make you CRY.

That was the last fucking thing he was supposed to do.

“Hey, hey, hey,” he tries to comfort you when he hears you sniffle and sees your lower lip tremble. He holds your shoulders to get you to look at him, and his heart physically hurts at the sight of seeing you so sad. For fuck’s sake, you were going to ruin him. “I’m sorry, I—…I didn’t know that, I shouldn’t have brought it here without knowing that first, it was stupid and—”

“Yes, it was,” you say with a broken voice, shrugging his hold off you and using the back of your hand to wipe at a tear rolling down your cheek.

He pulls you into him now, holding you in his arms against your resistance but you eventually tuck your head into his chest to continue your sniffling as he rests his chin on top of your head and rubs a soothing thumb over your arm. The kitten is sandwiched between you two now, and is probably in the most amount of bliss it’s ever had in its extremely short life so far from the amount of warmth it's being surrounded by right now.

He feels the cool dampness of your tears soaking through his shirt, and he holds you tighter. “I’m sorry. Really, I am.” It feels like he’s apologizing for a lot more than the kitten right now.

You pull one of your arms out, the one that wasn’t holding the kitten, from between the two of you and hold onto his shirt tightly, the places where it’s ripped tearing open even more. “You just don’t think sometimes and it really hurts,” you say, muffled.

He lets out a deep sigh, lips brushing against the top of your head and you two stand still here in the imaginary forcefield of your apartment’s doorframe. “I’ll be better. I promise.”

“Don’t be sweet right now,” you say, voice cracking again, “that hurts even more.”

He’s really confused, in all honesty, but he masks it and can only hope out of the ten things he does wrong, he can do at least one right. “Okay.”

You push yourself out of his hold and hand him back the kitten, all in a rush, and he notices you refuse to look at the soot sprite anymore, like you’re trying not to get attached. “Take him, and leave,” you say, hoisting your totebag higher up onto your shoulder.

“But—” he tries to protest but you push him a few paces backwards by palms against his chest until he’s standing outside into the hallway. There’s a slight scrunch to your brow from your irritation of him, and maybe his problem is that he just finds it cute. And then you shut the door on him.

After a moment of stunned silence, he hears the kitten meow incessantly in his palm.

The little shit’s mocking me, he thinks.

.

.

.

[end]

a/n. thanks for reading!! this was silly to write haha. tbh i think reader was on her period during this scene which is why she became very emotional. i may be projecting bc i sob like a little bitch over cute animals when im on my period LOL. and gojo is trying his best u guys he’s just a little dumb ok ✋🏼😔 his looks have got him this far we have to have patience w a pretty privilege victim okay!!!!

thanks so much for reading!! also i really want to write a drabble of gojo becoming a cat dad now aaaaa

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Ahhh, okay, I'm not sure I can gather 7 ace characters, but we'll see. (Correction: I did manage it in the end. And I can post this during Ace Week yay! ✨)

1, Percy Jackson: demi(god ha-ha-ha)

Yepp, I headcanon our pretty hero as somewhere on the aroace spectrum, probably grey/demisexual and demiromantic, because while he notices people's attractiveness, I see it as aesthetic attraction, not a sexual one. People fall in love with him left and right, and he doesn't see it, not because he is an idiot, but because he doesn't really get romantic love and sexuality. On the other hand, his love interests are based on deep affection, he has to know them before he could fall in love with them. So, yeah.

2, Kuroba Kaito: asexual

I agree with Fee, his pervertedness reads more like he doesn't really have personal boundaries for pranks. Also, the Akako story line is absolutely ace-coded. Why would he be the only one not attracted to the witch? Because he is the main character, sure, but that doesn't explain the how. Well, it's because he is ace, duh.

3, Leonard Snart: asexual

So, I feel he is a panromantic asexual. He falls in love with the best and worst people he could possibly find, and he is always flirting and has great relationship with his love interest(s), but it's not "hot", or anything. I feel like he uses sex as something unavoidable, maybe a good stress relief, but not as something he desperate needs and wants from a partner.

4, Wednesday Addams: asexual

Ahhh, Wednesday my beloved 💗💗💗 Nobody can convince me that she is not on the ace spectrum. There's literally no sexual tension between her and anybody else, and yes, I include Enid as well, because as much as they are my OTP, Wednesday is not attracted to anybody sexually. Sapphic demiromantic asexual, maybe, but she doesn't really care about labels. (She would be into BDSM tho! 🤭 Torturing and dominating her partner is just up her alley!)

5, Rick Sanchez (C-137): greysexual

Okay, okay, I know he fucked his way through the galaxy, through the multiverse, but! Hear me out. He uses sex just like any other thing in his life - a weapon to divert his attention away the pain and emotions he is feeling. If he is having sex, he can loose himself, he doesn't have to feel - just like when he is drinking alcohol and doing drugs. Sometimes he feels attraction, but is it because he feels like he should desire that person / thinks it is a requirement for being loved, or he genuinely wants to have sex with that person? We'll never know.

6, Katniss Everdeen: aroace

She is sooo aroace! Yes, she is attracted to people, very very low-key. She notices how attractive people are, but not in a "I want to be with them" way, but in a "oh, wow! Anyways..." way. She loves people so much, but you can't tell me she is into romance. She is into companionship. Love. Support. Comfort. Trust. She wants to be loved and wants to be there for somebody. It's like Gale said: she chooses the one who needs here the most.

7, Lan Wangji: demi

On one hand, he might be somebody who is thirsting SOOO hard for his significant other, but on the other, he doesn't give a fuck about anybody else. (Pun definitely intended.) He is definitely demisexual and demiromantic, nobody can convince me otherwise. WWX burrowed himself in his cold little heart, unknowingly making a home for himself there with each of his shenanigans. Falling and thirsting came with each time WWX made a nuisance out of himself.

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Thank you @takaraphoenix for tagging me 💖💖💖

I'm tagging anybody who wants to do this. Just go for it! If you ever wanted to gush about how unhorny some of your blorbos are but feel like your whole fandom is about smut, then this is your time to shine! It is actually so much fun to think about ace headcanons! 😍

Top 7 Favorite Aspec Headcanons

So I’m starting a tagging game for Internation Asexuality Day! Rules are simple, post your 7 favorite ace headcanons!

1. Shadowhunters, Jace Herondale: asexual

I just think he’s neat? I think he’s very sex-enthused and finds joy in it, but the way he just doesn’t seem to have a type and hooks up with anyone who’s willing just makes me think of him as ace.

2. One Piece, Monkey D. Luffy: asexual

The way he just… does not pay attention to the attractiveness of honestly anyone around him? How Boa Hancock leaves him completely unaffected? That’s just so very ace of him and we genuinely are one author’s acknowledgement apart from him being a canon ace icon because he is truly fundamentally being written as ace.

3. Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Harmony Kendall: aroace

I love her so much and I think of her as aroace. She never had a single romantic plotline throughout both shows and the comic continuation. She had a sexual relationship with Spike, sure, but that too felt more like convenience than anything else.

4. Arrow, Mia Smoak: aromantic

Honestly, this one is mostly just about vibes. Kat’s portrayal of Mia Smoak gave me an aromantic lesbian vibe. Sure, the hardened exterior that won’t let anyone close enough to love her or for her to love someone is all intended to be about the daddy issues and abandonment issues, but it just read as aro to me.

5. Detective Conan, Kuroba Kaito: asexual

I actually made a whole post on how performative and staged his pervertedness feels in canon and why that makes me read him more as an asexual who tries to fit into the crowd than anything else.

6. Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Daniel Osbourne: demisexual

The way Oz first really noticed Willow when she wore the least sexy outfit possible, when most of the time the thing hat first sparks interest seems to be sexual attraction before two people get to know each other enough to develop romantic feelings, and how he never really brought sex up at all, but was very on board when Willow brought it up deeper into their relationship, has given me a demisexual read on him ever since I learned what that means.

7. Leverage, Parker: asexual

Every single innuendo about her and Hardison always leads up to “they jumped from buildings” or “they crawled through air vents” and those are also the things she thinks about when she is supposed to think of something exciting or something she enjoys. How she didn’t really understand what the team meant when they all called Tara “hot”. I just can not watch this show and not see her as asexual, because it is so heavy in the subtext.

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So this was a lot of fun! Now for tagging some people <3 @kimmycup​ @justonemorechapternicercy​ @kunfyouzed​ AND @ EVERYONE ELSE WHO WANTS TO DO THIS. Please do it and spread it! I want to see some wonderful aspec headcanons <3

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#5

Brendan Brisson's Best Friend- Thomas Bordeleau

Summary: Y/n and Thomas are dating but the boys don't know and you go to the carnival with them.

A/n: Hey guys! Ahhh, so I'm so excited for this one! This is my first Thomas fic so... Feedback good or bad is always welcome here so please tell me what you think. It might be a bit sad. Please tell me if you want a part two. Special thanks to Abbs ( @1-800-iluvhockey )for all the help! <33 I hope you guys enjoy it :)

I want to clarify incase anyone's confused this is a Thomas Bordeleau x reader fic but Brendan is a main character in it.

Here's part 2

Here's part 3

You're standing in front of the full length mirror in your room looking over what is probably the tenth outfit you had tried on.  You were thinking about how you wanted to try on one more outfit, when you heard your boyfriend of a month and a half mutter something quietly to himself. "What" you ask Thomas,a little bit annoyed that he interrupted your train of thought. "It's just that you're taking a really,really long time to decide on what to wear" he tells you " I think you look good no matter what you wear".  You thank him and ultimately decide to wear a pair of ripped jeans and a cropped black top since it's relatively warm. "Babe it's gonna be 7 at night by the time we get to the carnival ,you sure you won't be cold or do you just want an excuse to steal another one of my hoodies?" Thomas questions with a smirk. "I would never!" you respond knowing fully that, that's your plan. You leave the room to go and fix your hair.

"C'mon y/n we should get going or we are going to be late picking up Briss"  your boyfriend yells at you from the bottom of the stairs 15 minutes later. " I'm coming" you yell back. 

It's funny when you think about it because without Brendan you probably would never have met Thomas. You and Brendan had been best friends since forever and then when he introduced you to Thom there was just an instant connection and hey,now the two of you are dating! The only catch is that Brendan or any of the Umich guys don't know yet. It's not that you didn't want to tell Brendan you were just nervous about his reaction. He was like a brother to you and you were worried that this would cause problems between him and Thomas.

You finished your makeup and rushed down the stairs. You met Thomas at the bottom and stopped on the last stair. "What's wrong" you ask wondering why he's just standing there staring at you. He eventually pulls it together “ You look absolutely beautiful” he tells you as he picks you up and spins you around. 

The two of you get into the car and Thomas puts the key in the ignition and turns the car on. He places his hand on your thighs and starts driving. The car ride to Brendan's is silent but it's a comfortable silence. 

When you get there the both of you get out and knock on Briss's door. He yells to come in. When you get inside Thomas goes to look for Brendan. All of a sudden you hear Thomas yelling at Brendan but he didn't sound mad so you went to go find them. When you got closer you could hear what Thomas was saying " Brendan I texted you 30 minutes ago and you told me you were ready. I swear you are even worse than y/n". "Sorry I'm- wait what? You were at y/n/n's, Why? Is she here? I thought I was picking her up" rambles Brendan, clearly hurt. Oh shit you forgot Brendan was picking you up. Oh well. "Umm" Thomas mutters nervously. But you being the person you are ran into the room and came to Thom's rescue. You cut him off before he can say anything stupid "Geez chill out Bren, I just needed help picking an outfit and no offense but Bords has way better sense of style than you". See this is the exact reason you were worried about telling Brendan about you and Thomas. " Hey that's rude" states Brendan. "Hey I don't make the rules" you tell him.

"Okay can we get going?" Questions Thomas "I don't want to be late". " Okay, okay I'm ready to go on I guess" says Brendan. And with that your trio left to go to the carnival. The ride with Brendan was very different from the one with just Thomas. The 3 of you sat there absolutely belting out Taylor Swift. Thomas drove and Brendan sat in the passenger seat while you were stuck in the back.  After what seemed like hours of listening to Brendans horrible singing you guys arrived at the carnival. 

Originally this was supposed to be a date between just you and  Bords but your boyfriend stupidly let it slip that he was going to the carnival  when he was hanging out with “the boys”. Thankfully he didn't include that you were his date but he did tell them he had a date. They were all so invested in finding out who it was but ( to your surprise) Thomas didn't tell them. You thought for sure he would Crack under the pressure. The boys all decide they would come and just be at the carnival "for moral support" as Matty said. So your boyfriend kinda had a problem. You just told him to tell the guys that his date was canceled, which he did, so the guys decided they would just go out together and Brendan wanted to invite you. Hence why you're here right now. 

Currently you, Brendan and Thomas were waiting for the rest of the guys to show up. Matty and Trusc were next. And lastly it was Owen and Kent. 

"So what are we doing first" asks Brendan to no one in particular. "How about bumper cars?" Suggests Owen. "Sure why not" and all the guys agree except for Thomas. "Maybe me and y/n will go play ring toss. There isn't a very long line. We'll meet up with you in about 20 minutes". "Okay I guess so" says Brendan giving you and Thomas a weird look.

Your group parts ways but Brendan still seems super suspicious. You tug on Thomas's hoodie to get his attention. "What babe" he asks. "We have to be more careful around Bren". "I think we're doing a pretty good job already y/n/n". "Did you not see his face back there" you ask Thomas. "No, why?". "He looked like he was ready to murder you" you tell him " I think he has a suspicion something is going on". "Well he's not wrong" Thomas replies. "Thomas" you whine " I don't think you're getting the point". "Y/n chill out. Why do you care so much if he knows?" Thomas questions. "I-I I just don't know okay" you snap "I'm worried about losing Bren and I'm worried about you losing Brendan and I just- I don't know". You are so close to crying and the only thing keeping you together is the fact that you're at a carnival. A freaking carnival. You're not supposed to cry there. 

Thomas takes a deep breath and then says " Baby, I'm so sorry. You're right. If you don't want him to know and you think we need to be more careful we will, I promise".  "I-I think I love you Thomas" you say quickly. "I love you too baby" Thomas replies a little slower pulling you into a soft kiss. 

"What the fuck" says a familiar voice behind you. Brendan. Oh shit. You pull away quickly from Thomas leaving a confused look on your boyfriend's face until he turns around and sees what you're looking at. His face falls and you hear him quietly mutter " fuck". 

Brendan angrily stomps over to the two of you. "What the hell was that? I trusted you guys. Even when my gut was telling me that the 2 of you we're dating I ignored it cause you guys are my best friends. I thought you would at least tell me and that's not even talking about how I told you Thomas, that y/n was off limits. She is no was my best friend and now I don't even know what to think" Brendan yells. 

You couldn't even care that everyone at the carnival heard that. All you care is that you might have lost your best friend since you were 2. "Just don't even try to contact me or I will block you. If I want to hear from you I will text" Brendan whispers walking away, a tear trickling down his cheek. You felt a tear rolling down your own cheek as well. "Wait, who will drive you home?" Thomas yells after Brendan. "Matty and Jacob" he yells back. 

"I guess that's our signal to go" says Matty " but congrats you guys are really cute". "Bye" you whisper, afraid that if you talk too much you'll completely break down.  "See you,congrats" Trusc says. Him and Matty leave you,Owen,Kent and Thomas standing there.

"We should probably go but I just wanted to say that you guys are really cute and I hope you guys are happy" Owen pauses and then continues " I'm sure Brendan will come around, and as cliché as it sounds just give him time". Kent nods his head in agreement and with that it's just you and Thomas left.

"So…" Thomas starts and then trails off when he sees you in tears. He immediately wraps his strong arms around you and says nothing. 

"Thomas... what I said before was true I really do love you but at least for tonight I need to be alone. I'll call you at some point just not today. I'll just catch a cab home. I'll see you later" you tell Thomas,soaking his hoodie with your tears.

"Wait, I'll give you my keys and you can take my car" your boyfriend tells you. "Are you sure?". "Yes 100%" he tells you. In reality he didn't want you taking the cab but also this was his way to ensure he would see you again.

You take the keys and with one final look over your shoulder you walk away from Thomas, tears streaming down your cheeks.

126 notes - Posted May 1, 2022

#4

hey claire 🥰🥰 sending in to request “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?” With our boy Ethan Edwards! 💗✨ thanks Angel!

I hope you like it lovey &lt;3

"Babe" Ethan looks up from his phone when he hears his girlfriend, y/n speak.

"Mhmm" Ethan responds passively.

"I'm going to study now with blanks"

"What now... studying with blanks?" Ethan asks, genuinely confused.

"Yeah remember I told you he was gonna help me with some school work"

"No I don't remember you telling me that but have fun"

"I'll be back in probably 2 or 3 hours" y/n responds, kissing Ethan on the cheek on her way out.

Ethan is a jealous person by nature. And maybe it's not even jealousy maybe it's just that he's super protective. He feels unsettled at the thought of you and nick hanging out one on one. He's not sure why since nick nor you have ever given him any reason to not be trustful.

He pulls out his phone and calls mark.

"Hey Ethan, what's up" says mark when he picks up the phone.

"We are going to the library to spy on y/n and blanks right now"

"Whyyy" mark groans into the phone. "You can't seriously not trust them"

"I trust them, I'm jealous and you know that's just who I am and I can't help it"

"Fine I'll meet you there but for the record this is a stupid idea" says mark knowing he's not gonna win this argument.

When ethan gets there he scans the room for y/n. He sees you and nick cozy in the far corner. In all honesty you and blanks weren't even sitting that close to each other. Ethan is just making a big deal out of nothing.

Once mark gets there, the 2 boys grab a table close enough to spy but not so close they would get caught. They grabbed a few big encyclopedias to peek over the tops so you wouldn't see them.

After a while Ethan realised this was super stupid. Nothing was going on between y/n and nick. He knew that all along but after all he is just a boy.

"This is stupid" whispers mark. All ethan does is shrug his shoulders. The 2 boys continue talking behind the books when all of a sudden ethan feels a tap on his shoulder. He turns around and his jaw drops.

"Y/n uh hi... how's studying?" Stammers ethan.

"Oh it's going super well. I was just wondering why you and Mark are here reading encyclopedias... wait a minute. Are you jealous" y/n can barely contain her laughter. When she can't stand it anymore she bursts out laughing. Ethan can feel his face turning beet red.

"Whats going on" asks blanks as he comes to join your trio.

"Ethan... Ethan is jealous" you gasp out.

Now nick starts laughing. Pretty soon ethan and mark join in and everyone's laughing. Eventually everyone finally calms down.

"God Ethan your such a dork"

142 notes - Posted June 12, 2022

#3

California Makes Me Exhausted- Jamie Drysdale

Summary: Jamie was born in Toronto so he's no stranger to big, busy cities and while Toronto is big, LA is bigger. He's drowning in all of it and most of all he just misses you.

Pairing: Jamie Drysdale x fem!reader

Warnings: sad Jamie and a few swears 

A/n: Alright so I finally wrote a new fic! This fic is my baby so I hope everyone likes it! Feedback and comments are very welcome!

The game of hockey is hard. Just playing hockey is difficult but then you add the fans and the media and the expectations and sometimes it can become to much. At least that's how it feels to Jamie.

Being picked sixth overall isn't something to take lightly. Being picked in the top ten puts insane expectations on you, some of which aren't even attainable. Everyone expect you to be perfect when in truth that's impossible.

Then there is Trevor. The one he is always being compared to. Its not fair when they are two completely different players in two completely different positions. Trevor's a centreman and Jamie's a dman. He'd being lying to you of he told you it wasn't hard constantly being in his shadow. For the most part Jamie didn't mind all the attention being on Trevor, but once in awhile it's nice for them to be purely focusing on you. Even on the night he scored his first goal, Trevor did too.

But perhaps the hardest thing for Jamie when he is in LA is that he doesn't get to see his girlfriend, y/n.

So when the season ends, Jamie can't say he's exactly happy that it's over but he's definitely ready for a break. A break where he completely falls off the face of the earth for a few months.

Packing up the locker room is always a somber event. Saying goodbye to all your friends, some of whom you may never play with again, knowing you won't be back until next season and the overall knowledge that you didn't win the cup. Even for a team like the ducks, who never came into this season with the expectations of winning, it still stings.

Jamie goes through media, almost half consciously. He's there giving half hearted comments, but his mind is elsewhere. The flight he has booked back to Toronto, all the friends he's gonna see when he gets back, and you, are all floating through his mind, more important than whatever stupid questions the reporters are asking.

When media finally finished Jamie said his goodbyes and got ready to leave. Troy stopped him in his path.

“James where are you off to in such a hurry?’

“I’ve got a flight back home to catch in a few hours.” He responds.

“Eager to get back home?”

“Yeah, haven’t seen my girl since Christmas when she came out to see a few games.”

“Well have fun but listen, take care of yourself this offseason, eh? I've seen how tired you've looked these last few months Jame, and while its not effecting you on ice, your mental health is is just as important. I don't know what's up, but I'm here if you need me. Take it easy, bud.”

“Thanks dude. You take care of yourself as well.”

“You’ve got my number right? Call if you ever need anything.” Jamie nods his head, even though he knows he won’t call Troy. He’s to stubborn to ever admit needing help. 

Jamie rushes to get away. Even though he appreciates Troy's concern he doesn't want to be held up in anymore of those conversations. The truth is he had been feeling drained for a long time now. It was a new feeling for Jamie. He was used to being able to make it through the season without feeling to tired but it seemed that this season no matter how much he slept he couldn't feel rested.

He gets in his car and puts the keys in. He drives to the airport probably faster that he should be but Jamie is ready to leave California behind. He understands big cities but California is different. Everything moves so fast. It's easy to get left behind. California is definitely not a hockey state but Jamie still feels like he's drowning in it just because it's California. 

He gets to the airport and rushes through security as fast as possible. He collapses on one of the hard, cold, plastic chairs and takes a deep breath.

Some time later, he hears a women’s voice come on over the PR system.

“Flight number 62 to Toronto, Ontario has been delayed at least 2 hours.” Jamie groans. All he wants to do is get home, see his family and his girlfriend. He wants to ask you about your day in person, he wants to hug you and kiss you and cuddle you, he wants to do everything he misses out on while he’s in California playing hockey.

Jamie closes his eyes and tries to fall asleep. He eventually does though its the same kind of sleep he’s been having since the last time he saw you. Since December, when you came out to Anaheim, He truly hasn’t had a good night sleep since then. 

He wakes for the 3rd time in 20 minutes to hear his phone going off. He sees 2 missed calls and a voicemail from y/n waiting for him. He knows that today you had a big finals exam but you 2 hadn’t talked in a few days. Shit, Jamie thinks realizing he forgot to text you good luck this morning.

He opens the voicemail,

“Hey babe, um I just wanted to let you know that I’m done taking my exam and I think it went pretty well! I hope you’re having a good day. Can’t wait to see you tonight! Love you.” Jamie listened to the voicemail 2 more times. He misses you so, so much. You were his everything. His best friend since he was a little kid, his now girlfriend for the last 3 and a half years. You meant the world to him and he would do anything for you. 

Jamie sits there, on that cold, hard, plastic chair with tears threatening to roll down his cheeks. He misses you, he just wants to be around you. He picks up his phone and selects your number at the top of his contacts.

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Okay! It's been a minute since I got tagged for something, so this'll be fun. My bad for taking so long to get done with this but here ya go.

When did you post your first fanfic?

I posted my first fanfic wayyyy back in 2016 probably but the majority of my backlog is inaccessible due to accounts being deleted and whatnot.

Who was the first character you wrote for?

I think for the time being I'll just say Beca and Chloe from Pitch Perfect. Just because they're the most currant and available on my ao3. That ship was an entire era of my life. MANY YEARS were spent being feral about them ahhh.

Who are the main characters you currently write for?

Oh that's easy. Amity Blight and Luz Noceda from the very niche show, The Owl House /s. I might go back and post more of my old works for Booksmart (which is a 2019 movie) because I miss writing for Amy and Hope too.

What are some characters you have not written about before but plan on writing about soon?

OH THAT'S FUN. Yuu and Toku from Bloom Into You Gideon and Harrowhark from TLT (eventually once I finish the series) Catra and Adora from She-ra I'm sure there's more but I know my TOH brainrot is not escaping me anytime soon. I have a lot of wip drafts for lumity (and amy and hope from booksmart)

What are the fandom(s) you’re currently writing for?

The Owl House all the waaaay.

Platonic Pairings you write for

Hm nothing currently. King and Luz, perhaps if that counts?

Romantic Pairings you write for

Current or? Well, I'm working on a huge lumity longfic atm. That's where my attention span is. Plus, there's going to be some veesha sprinkled in (for all intensive plot purposes) and very background Raeda and Huntlow. I'm not used to writing for more than one ship right now.

My Top Three Tags on Ao3

Fluff, Soulmates, Enemies to lovers.

Current Posting Platform

You can find me on ao3!!! I've linked it several times but here ya go.

Snippet of a WIP

Apart from one other family there remained steady silence that encompassed the space. The cemetery plotted itself far from the street to the point where the sound of traffic became replaced with birds and squirls. Luz kept her head down and scanned the names as they passed by. All these people shared something with her despite never meeting any of them. Grief. It didn’t feel all that comfortable to think about, so she refrained. The worn etching from the rain and seasonal shifts extenuated her father’s stillness beneath the darkened stone. Moss flecked down the underpass of the tree trunk beside him, roots visibly splaying like claws sinking into the skin-like ground. Luz retrieved her hand to then place the flowers in front of the stone. She hoped that she wouldn’t let them escape but her tears threatened to pass down unannounced. It didn’t seem feasible on why she should cry and the act itself seems childish now. Maybe. The flowers laid themselves across the scraggy bladed grass, and Luz leaned up onto her calves to wipe off some of the debris that eroded over the name.

❦ ➷ get to know your fellow fanfic writers better ༊ ✧.*

I had fun doing this! ♡

when did you post your first ever fanfic?

January 2017, I think. wow, it’s been 6 years! (no, I’m not giving you my Wattpad username)

first character you wrote for:

Joker. it was during my Wattpad era. I have zero regret, but I’m not giving the link lol

main character(s) you’re currently writing for:

Daniel Harrow & Henry Creel (as in separate fics that aren’t crossover, but wouldn’t it be nice if I wrote a crossover with these two…)

character(s) you haven’t written about before but plan on writing about soon:

Henry Morgan (from Forever tv) !! also, I’d love to write more about Captain Jack Sparrow

fandom(s) you’re currently writing for:

Harrow & Stranger Things

platonic pairing(s) you currently write for:

Daniel Harrow & Simon Van Reyk (Harrow), Henry Creel & Eleven (Stranger Things)

romantic pairing(s) you currently write for:

I know it’s been more than a year since my last update so I can’t say currently, but Loki/Mobius. other than that the more recent one is Will Byers/Mike Wheeler but even then, it’s still rare. so I guess I focus more on writing platonic relationships lately (honestly it just depends on the characters whom my hyperfixation is on and whether their relationship with the other characters is romantic or platonic.)

your top 3 tags on AO3 (if you post your works on AO3):

whump, hurt/comfort & angst

your current platform where you post your works:

tap HERE for my AO3

snippet of the wip you’re currently working on:

should be posted hopefully within the next few days!

But Harrow forced a smile as he greeted Simon with a hug. And when he hugged Simon, his smile became real. And for a moment Harrow could forget the guilt and the shame he carried with him. For a moment, he could really breathe, knowing that Simon was safe. In his arms.

* aka a fix-it fic where Simon lives.

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JC Love Month 2020 Day 4

Amusement

This is entirely dedicated to @sarah-yyy because she left these tags on my BeeTober 2020 Day 31 fic: #also i would die to see that conversation between nmj and jc!!!  #was jc really not as dense as he proclaimed?? how hard did nmj have to hint at the date ahhh 

The answer is that he had to hint so hard.

Jiang Cheng is pinching the bridge of his nose before he even dials Nie Huaisang’s phone.

He just knows this phone call is going to be unpleasant, simply because Nie Huaisang cannot understand that Jiang Cheng still did not ask his brother out.

Well, Nie Huaisang can suck it, because right now there’s a dozen different things Jiang Cheng has to worry about, and his crush on Nie Mingjue is like the very least of it.

“Jiang Cheng, what a pleasure!” Nie Huaisang greets him with much more cheer than Jiang Cheng can take at that moment.

“Not today,” Jiang Cheng bites out and Nie Huaisang falls silent on the other end of the line. “Sorry, Huaisang, but not today,” Jiang Cheng repeats, much softer this time and Nie Huaisang sighs.

“What happened?”

“I need a meeting with your brother,” Jiang Cheng says and there’s a very long silence from Nie Huaisang.

“A meeting,” he finally repeats. “A business meeting?”

“A job interview,” Jiang Cheng admits and he knows that got Nie Huaisang’s attention.

“You did it,” Nie Huaisang breathes and he sounds totally excited. “Did you do it? Did it really happen?” Nie Huaisang goes on and Jiang Cheng sighs.

“Yes, yes, I did it,” Jiang Cheng tells him and then takes the phone from his ear when Nie Huaisang starts to cheer. “Would you calm down, fuck,” Jiang Cheng hisses out but it barely does anything to calm Nie Huaisang down.

“I cannot believe you really did it. Tell me everything. How did it happen? What did Wei Wuxian say? What did your father say?” he asks and Jiang Cheng feels very, very tired.

“I don’t know,” he honestly says. “I handed in my notice, but he didn’t have the time to accept it personally so I gave it to his assistant. I doubt my father already read it.”

“Oh, boo, that’s so lame,” Nie Huaisang whines. “What about Wei Wuxian?”

“Doesn’t yet know about it,” Jiang Cheng gives back. “I’ll tell him when he comes home. Father is bound to gush to him about today, about what amazing work he did and with how it’s been going recently, Wei Wuxian is not going to take it well.”

“Good,” Nie Huaisang says with vehemence and Jiang Cheng can almost see him nod vigorously, his hair flying around.

“So, a meeting with your brother?” Jiang Cheng asks again and Nie Huaisang snaps back to attention.

“You really want to work for him?” he wants to know and Jiang Cheng shrugs even though Nie Huaisang can’t see it.

“It’s not like I have much choice,” Jiang Cheng says, even though that’s not the reason at all. “Lan Qiren will sell me out to my father the second I ask him for help and I would rather kill myself than work for Jin Guangshan,” he says.

“And?” Nie Huaisang prompts.

“And I really admire the work you all do at Nie Corps and it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world to work for your brother.”

“Mh, sure,” Nie Huaisang says, clearly not believing Jiang Cheng at all. “Give me five minutes,” he then says and hangs up on Jiang Cheng without waiting for a reply.

“Unbelievable,” Jiang Cheng mutters but he keeps his phone close.

If Nie Huaisang says he needs five minutes then he’ll probably call back in four.

And just like Jiang Cheng predicted, his phone rings again exactly four minutes later.

“So?” Jiang Cheng asks without greeting, and Nie Huaisang lets out a put out huff.

“You could at least greet me like a normal person,” Nie Huaisang whines, but when he’s only met with silence, he goes on. “I talked to da-ge, he can squeeze you in for a meeting in an hour.”

There’s a special emphasis on squeeze, and Jiang Cheng wants to strangle Nie Huaisang, because he just knows he’s wriggling his eyebrows.

“Shut up,” Jiang Cheng snaps out, but before Nie Huaisang can complain he goes on. “And thank you. Seriously.”

“No need to thank me,” Nie Huaisang says. “Just finally put da-ge and yourself out of your misery.”

“There is no—” Jiang Cheng starts, but he’s only met with the beeping tone, telling him that Nie Huaisang has yet again hung up on him.

Fine, whatever. He’s not going to pass an opportunity like this up, that much is clear, and so he gets ready to meet with Nie Mingjue.

Jiang Cheng can’t deny that he’s nervous, because he didn’t have to go to a job interview so far—it was always clear he’d get an intern position at Jiang Corps—and he curses that fact now.

And he very resolutely refuses to think about the fact that half of his nervousness is coming from seeing Nie Mingjue.

“Fuck,” Jiang Cheng mutters, because maybe Nie Huaisang is right and there is some pining and misery—at least on his side—and it’s the worst time now to think of this. He needs to be calm and serious and he needs to blow Nie Mingjue away if he wants to have a chance in his company.

Jiang Cheng takes a few deeps breaths before he enters through the main entrance of Nie Corps. It seems like he’s been expected, because he is immediately led to an office.

“If you would wait here for a moment,” Nie Zonghui tells him and Jiang Cheng can only nod before Nie Zonghui disappears in the office, where no doubt Nie Mingjue is sitting.

It’s not long before Nie Zonghui comes back out again, and he motions for Jiang Cheng to enter, which he does.

He’s glad no one can see that his knees are slightly shaking because for all that Nie Mingjue is a friend, he’s also the guy who gets to decide if Jiang Cheng is out of a job or not.

“Jiang Cheng,” Nie Mingjue greets him and points at the chair right in front of him.

“Nie Mingjue” Jiang Cheng politely gives back and he wishes this was over already.

For all that he can wrangle the most difficult deals out of anyone, he’s not good at being charming and selling his own strengths.

“I hear you are out of a job,” Nie Mingjue says and Jiang Cheng shrugs as nonchalantly as he can.

“I handed in my resignation just today,” he gives back. “But I have proof I did it, and since I’m just an intern, it’s effective immediately.”

“Please tell me how your father reacted,” Nie Mingjue says and he leans forward in clear anticipation.

“Sorry to disappoint,” Jiang Cheng answers. “I doubt he realized it yet. I handed it in to my father’s assistant, since he didn’t have time to see me.”

“But you would have given it to him personally?” Nie Mingjue wants to know and Jiang Cheng nods.

“Oh yeah,” he breathes out, because he really would have.

He was actually looking forward to it, and he was strangely disappointed when he didn’t get that chance.

“What happened?” Nie Mingjue questions and Jiang Cheng is reminded yet again, that Nie Huaisang might not make a secret out of the fact that he loves gossip, but Nie Mingjue is hardly any better.

He just hides it better.

“We are launching the new phone,” Jiang Cheng tells him and he sees the frown on Nie Mingjue’s face, and it makes him wince.

It’s a heavy blow against the competition, that they get the phone out there, and now Jiang Cheng almost regrets bringing it on its way.

“So I have heard,” Nie Mingjue grumbles and Jiang Cheng gives him his most winning smile.

“If I had known it would turn out like this, I wouldn’t have pressed so hard,” he promises him and is surprised when Nie Mingjue shakes his head.

“But then you wouldn’t have quit and we wouldn’t get to employ you. So it’s alright,” he says and Jiang Cheng is honestly surprised to see that he means it.

“Ah, okay,” he breathes out and then he forces himself to shake the surprise off. “Anyway, Wei Wuxian did all of the crazy inventing, but it’s a rather ambitious project. And it wouldn’t have worked, if I didn’t manage to get as many good deals as I did, if I dare say so myself,” Jiang Cheng says and Nie Mingjue nods.

“You absolutely should dare,” he tells him. “I heard about a few of the deals, they were work of wonders,” Nie Mingjue praises him and Jiang Cheng flushes lightly.

“But my father only saw Wei Wuxian’s work. Again. And I am just tired of it. I know that I am capable and I think I deserve some recognition for my work.”

“Absolutely,” Nie Mingjue agrees yet again, and Jiang Cheng’s flush only deepens at that. “And now you’re here,” Nie Mingjue says with a very meaningful look and Jiang Cheng can’t hold his gaze a second longer.

“And now I’m here,” he agrees, but he mumbles it towards his hands, rather than at Nie Mingjue, and when Nie Mingjue chuckles, Jiang Cheng’s stomach flips.

“And you want to work for me,” Nie Mingjue goes on and Jiang Cheng nods.

“If you could find it in yourself to take me in,” he says, because he knows that it might bring some repercussions with it if Nie Mingjue employs him.

When his father finds out that Nie Corps stole him away—and that will no doubt be how Jiang Fengmian will see it—then it could possibly damage their work relationship.

“Oh, I would have taken you in ages ago, if only you would have been ready to leave Jiang Corps,” Nie Mingjue says and Jiang Cheng looks up again.

Nie Mingjue seems entirely serious about this even though Jiang Cheng finds it hard to believe that anyone should want to employ him.

But he recognizes that it’s the mindset his father instilled in him, and that it’s utterly and completely wrong.

“So I don’t have to go beg Lan Qiren to give me a chance?” Jiang Cheng dares to ask and he’s entirely unprepared to see the serious look on Nie Mingjue’s face.

“Jiang Cheng, if you think you have to beg Lan Qiren for that, you’re mistaken. He would gladly take you in.”

Jiang Cheng frowns at that, because he seriously doubts it, but then Nie Mingjue goes on.

“There’s a position in the branch that Nie Zonghui handles that has a position for you,” he tells him and now Jiang Cheng frowns for real.

He had hoped to work under Nie Mingjue directly, if only so that he would see more of the other man.

“I see,” he hesitantly says, not happy at all with his, but he doesn’t know if he can ask for another position.

“That would mean that Zonghui is your direct superior,” Nie Mingjue goes on, just driving the point home by now, but it doesn’t make Jiang Cheng any happier.

“Understood.”

“You would not be working with me in any capacity and I actually don’t have any bearing on your success here,” Nie Mingjue finally says and this time Jiang Cheng kind of snaps.

“Okay, I get you, you don’t want me to work directly for you or have me associated to your name, understood!”

He expected Nie Mingjue to get angry at that, but instead he can only see amusement on his face and Jiang Cheng flushes bright red when a smile finally shows up on Nie Mingjue’s face and his dimples come out.

“Wanyin,” Nie Mingjue says and that makes Jiang Cheng feel hot for entirely different reasons. “I am just saying that if you start here and you and I were to go out for, let’s say dinner, no one would be able to accuse you of anything.”

“Dinner,” Jiang Cheng repeats, because his brain is a little bit slow right now. “Business dinner?” he asks, just to make sure, but he can already tell by the soft look on Nie Mingjue’s face that business dinner is definitely not what he meant.

“Date dinner,” Nie Mingjue immediately corrects him and Jiang Cheng’s eyes go big.

“Oh,” he breathes out. “So your brother wasn’t wrong when he implied some mutual pining and misery?” he blurts out and is rewarded when Nie Mingjue laughs out loud.

“Oh no, he definitely wasn’t wrong with that,” Nie Mingjue says and he looks so amused Jiang Cheng wants to kiss the smile right off his face.

“When?” he dares to ask and Nie Mingjue doesn’t even pretend to check his no doubt busy schedule.

“Tomorrow. Let me take you out on a date,” Nie Mingjue says, probably just to make it absolutely clear that that is what it is and Jiang Cheng nods eagerly.

“Please,” he gives back and has to sit on his hands so that he doesn’t do something stupid.

“You’ll start in the company on Monday,” Nie Mingjue informs him. “All the paperwork will be done then as well.”

“Okay,” Jiang Cheng nods.

“That means you can kiss me today, if you want,” Nie Mingjue tells him after a beat, because clearly Jiang Cheng is not taking up well on all of his hints.

“Fuck, yes,” Jiang Cheng breathes out and immediately stands up.

He leans over the table, absolutely gratified when Nie Mingjue meets him halfway, and the kiss goes on for longer than it probably should, given that they didn’t have their first proper date, yet.

“I am so looking forward to tomorrow,” Jiang Cheng mutters when they part and freezes when Nie Mingjue presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth, and then his cheek before he finally sits back down.

“Not as much as I am,” Nie Mingjue promises him, and going by the heat in his eyes, Jiang Cheng even believes him.

When he leaves Nie Mingjue’s office after that, still a little but unsteady on his feet, but this time for entirely different reasons, Jiang Cheng decides that Wei Wuxian can never know about how dense Jiang Cheng was.

That is just for Nie Mingjue to know. And hopefully cherish for a long, long time.

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