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Bonus: Tell me in the tags what YOUR autism traitor trait is if you have one! :D
#I don't hate stim toys or anything btw#a lot of them just look idk ''sticky'' for lack of a better word?#and it makes me nope out a bit#and the chew ones are both something I want bc of insane levels of oral fixation and maybe low-key pica-lite#and could never use because they always register as unclean either from environmental factors or saliva germs/mold#also yes I know ND applies to stuff besides autism and that traits can overlap but I'm only diagnosed with autism & anxiety#I almost put a sock option but I feel like there's a recognized ND alliance of always socks and never socks (I'm on team always socks)#autism#poll#polls#Tumblr polls#autistic#actually autistic#autistic things#neurodivergent#(also obviously traitor is used jokingly here there's not really any autism bylaws to violate)
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Ugh... been thinking about Aizawa crying during sex. Sucking on your fingers? Tears. Cockwarming? A river has been cried. Pegging him? Fucking waterfalls. Idk, man. Got any headcanons or add-ons about this? Maybe a short little blurb? â đŹ
Oh my-
I actually have this draft somewhere in my files about Aizawa crying during sex and cockwarming him (and Iâve been tempting myself to release sometime soon). But him crying a river because heâs cockwarming you? That sounds incredibly sexy, even better, dear đŹ anon (*ËË*).ïœĄ.:*âĄ
đ đ„đđŻđđ đ±đąđŻ; aizawa shota
đŽđŹđŻđĄ đ đŹđČđ«đ±; 1.2k
đŽđđŻđ«đŠđ«đ€đ°; implied female reader, cockwarming, pegging, overstimulation (?), crying, cursing, mostly shameless smut, dom!reader, sub!character
đŹđ±đ„đąđŻ đ±đđ€đ°; crying Aizawa, sobbing Aizawa, slut Aizawa, mating press, couch sex, loud sex, lots of cum
đ°đŠđĄđąđ«đŹđ±đą; yes, horrible title, terrible joke, but itâs kind of funny, right? I got carried away, as you see... will I ever be able to write a blurb? Probably not. Itâs not proofread!
đŽđ'đ đđđđđđđ đđđ đđ đđđđ (đđ đđđ đđ đđđđ đđđđ đđđđ.)
He thought it was going to be a romantic date night at your place.
You promised some delicious food, some strong liquor, some nice massages, maybe throw in some soft cuddles as you lull him to sleep.
You did mention before that you had a little surprise for him to reward him for his good work this week, for saving more lives, contributing to keeping the city safe, teaching the kids at UA everything they need to know to excel in the hero world.
And what a surprise it was when you took out his favorite strap on he gifted you. But maybe he shouldnât have gotten so excited at the idea of you fucking him until he forgets past pains and sufferings, maybe even todayâs disappointment with how Kaminari seemed to forget how electricity could very much be well conducted in waterâŠ
Because for the past hour or two, maybe three, youâve had him sitting on your lap with your silicon dick in him, slapping his thighs even if he were to shift, making him leak more tears each and every time the stinging becomes more intense.
Youâre tempted in gagging him to see if with the lack of words heâd cry more.
âStop moving so much, babe. Weâre supposed to be relaxing.â
Your mocking purr makes him shudder as he flinched at another slap. Looking down, he can somehow make out, through his tear-covered vision, how his skin is turning red, a blurred handprint noticeable at the edge of the growing redness. He can also see how sticky his thighs are with how badly his dick is weeping in thick blobs of precum. God, has he always been such a slut?
Well, his shameless moan at the appearance below him and the lasting sting on his skin is enough to answer his own question.
âC-canât he-elp it.â He groans out, trying his best to ignore how much hotter his body keeps getting the more heâs forced to sit still, the more you keep âaccidentallyâ teasing his nipples and play around with his precum covered thighs. Donât you feel disgusted? Arenât you?
Because if you are, thatâs too bad. He hasnât felt so proud of himself since-
âAuugh! M-mistress!â Aizawa sobs, feet trying to plant themselves onto the ground to keep himself stable as you slam up into him again, and again, and again.
No signs of mercy ever-present as you drag out of him so, so painfully slow before you go ahead and hit his sweet spot straight on.
Even with his feet on the ground and his back pressed onto your chest to keep him still, his hips still pitifully chase your thrusts, desperation present in every way he twitches and sobs.
Heâs not even moaning, or even if he is, itâs just a garbled strain of your name fucked out of him as you coo praises and compliments into his ear, your hands grabbing onto his thighs to keep them spread so that he doesnât shy away from your cock.
Turning your head a bit to see his face, you grin at how red he is, just like his wet, slick covered dick, his cheeks decorated with trails of hot tears coming from his closed eyes. And once he opens them, he looks into your eyes, eyebrows furrowed upwards as he wonders why youâre smiling like that, as if he were something so magical, so beautiful.
But this isnât a time for something so romantic, not with how much heâs burning from deep inside his core up to his skin, flushing everywhere thatâs possible as he manages to whimper out.
âH-hard, hard! N-need- nngh, ri-ide you!â And a please is whispered so, so sweetly, so softly, so unlike how society sees him as.
âGo ahead.â
And he rides you like thereâs no tomorrow, even if youâre still slamming into him at an even faster pace. He can ride you, but youâre still in control of how fast everything goes.
He doesnât complain, and not like he can even give his usual sarcastic remark with how his mouth's currently occupied letting out a waterfall of cries, moans and sobs, getting louder and bolder with every fast change of speed.
Heâs gripping onto the couch cushion below you with such strength, you swore you heard a rip- but thatâs alright, it was old anyways. Right now, feeling the way he canât even control himself to at least act anything but a porn star is rewarding and forgiving enough.
His tears from earlier? Youâre sure thereâs enough water to bathe in, feeling how it touches your shoulders, seeing how it trails down to his chest, some lucky ones even going to his neglected dick. Poor thing, weeping just as much as the man whoâs feared by so many criminals and past students.
This delicious fucking is going animalistic with how heâs bouncing on you, skin slapping polluting the air as much as the smell of sex. You hope neither filter outside into the neighboring apartments, although youâre positive youâll be receiving some unhappy calls from the landlord.
Aizawa feels so, so hot and so, so close. Itâs so painful, too painful, heâs never felt this way before. Maybe itâs how deprived he was for weeks, how starved he was for you, how desperate he was to be able to cum after so many failed attempts.
But heâs becoming so, so, so loud, with his sobs echoing around the apartment, his cries of your name and âmistress, mistress, mistress!â ringing in your ears that maybe you shouldâve gagged him. Your fingers will do-
And they did, with how greedily heâs sucking them, as if they offer the finest water to help quench his growing thirst to cum, cum-
âCu-umming!â
And you let him, not retorting anything, not depriving him anymore as you send the most powerful thrusts you could muster into him to hear him wheeze so, so pathetically, reminding you how old he is, even if just 31.
And his eyes? His beautiful onyx eyes are glowing red, his sweaty, tangled mess of black hair floating in the air giving you the view of how he didnât only lose control of his quirk, but also how he lost control of his thighs, his quivering, trembling, now cum covered thighs.
Heâs babbling anything that comes to mind, itâs difficult to know if heâs praying for mercy or praying in gratitude, his hips still sliding up and down your cock as every hit to his prostate milks out more and more cum, the hot substance spurting onto the floor, onto the coffee table, onto his thighs, legs, feet, everywhere.
Itâs so pornographic, so unbelievably out of this fucking world that you just need to see him do it again, even if youâll have to stay inside of him to keep him horny and hot and bothered.
âAg- augh- gain?â
Aizawa doesnât wait for you to answer, and to damn your answer, not with how he still feels his dick burn with more need, still so hard because you wouldn't give it our attention.
But you do this time, switching your position to fuck him deep into the couch, mate pressing him as you flick your wrist furiously as wet sounds join in the symphony of his wails, his pleas of mercy which youâll never, ever give to him unless he says the safe word or youâre feeling romantic.
#đŹ anon#âż; impurity#bnha smut#aizawa smut#aizawa x reader#mha smut#sub aizawa#á; blasphemy#đđđđđđ
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omg you said that you don't enjoy (?) write haikyuu anymore bc you are in another fandoms........ but if you can pls pls pls i want to request haikyuu!!!!
gender neutral headcannon â shiratorizawa/nekoma/inarizaki with emotionless manager (face expression), but caring (acts of service and words of affirmation love language)
i am really sorry if my request bothering you........ it would be fine if you say no, i understand!!!!
thank you for your hard work i really appreciate it!!!! take care of yourself, ily!!!!
(sorry for my bad grammar, english is not my native language)
Emotionless!Manager
nekoma and shiratorizawa x gen!reader
a/n: nono i'm okay with haikyuu requests but i just don't write it that often, eitherway enjoy!
(sorry for late response and thank you for all the sweet messagesđđ also i think i'll do inarizaki in the future if i can.. or not??)
Nekoma
they don't mean any offense but they look at you weird sometimes
when you joined the team, being fresh and all they couldn't pinpoint your personality
you were emotionless that you scare them when you had no reaction to certain things they do
kenma understood you and saw the bliss of things you've done like lending a hand for help or giving snacks to your classmates
this one time, he felt nervous and embarassingly he finds the action of him shaking, hands clasped together to stop his anxiety (it's not bb, don't worry)
your hands reached out for him and warmly squeezed it, softly asking him if he needs some time of his mind and a conversation to distract whatever he's experiencing
his heart leaped, startled by your sudden actions and he accidently squeezed you too hard making you wince
an akward apology he mustered to you but you whispered to him that it's alright, you sat him down and asked him to do breathing exercises
that moment he felt that you were purely understood by the rest of the team because you just have a hard time with emotions and explain it better by actions
so he quickly corrects his team mates' muttering with how nice you actually are
his team mates were taken aback by how well he seemed to know you but kenma just responded nonchalantly that there were obvious moments you helped the team with care
from that time on, they examined you
it was obnoxious.. but you let it slide it was irritating, it was endearing.. but still irritating
but they catch on so they also give you things in return
one would give you small trinkets and plushies and say most of it reminds him of you (he gives a lot so you wonder how many times they would remind him of you)
if anyone would ask what's with the amount of stuffies on your desk, you would say a dear person gave it to you (though it looks like multiple confessions lead to the junk littering the table)
one would give you snacks like how you gave the whole team time to time
from little sweets to freshly baked bread, he would give them to you or share
he likes the small moments of you enjoying what he gave you while you slowly chewed on whatever's in your hands
one would lend a helping hand eventhough you reject his help nicely, he would still worm himself over to you
like carrying chairs, setting the net with you, readjusting the positions they were on your little clipboard you used to brainstorm wuth them and etc
noticing all of them doing this in return for what you did for them makes you crack out a small crooked smile
their hearts combusted if you would ever personally direct it to them
it warms you when they choose to do sugary actions, like rewarding you for your hard work
(you deserve it.)
Shiratorizawa
"you're just like our captain!" (guess who said that)
ushijima tries his best to warmly welcome you in the team and he feels grateful to have you on it when you immediately rush over to do your tasks immediately
the team notices your lack of reaction and they guessed everything in the book of why you would do it
their main thought was difficulty in emotions and they kinda struggled to approach you when they want to ask for help
goshiki was the main thing in which they could see that you were infact a big softie finding trouble to communicate as you help the poor boy with his homework and studies
that's why study groups are a thing now, to help you back (which you had to admit, there were some things you couldn't really understand in class) and you sighed gratefully that you had the boys to help you
one would leave sticky notes everywhere, telling you that you're doing a great work and doodling in every note he gives you
trying to show appreciation to what he does, you would put a board up, putting up his sticky notes on it that if he sees it, he would add more (stop him, he's a menace)
if guitar playing isn't a reward then what is it???
tendou would annoy semi to bring out his guitar at end of studying to play off his new songs
you would speak up and say that his voice was pretty that you nearly knock the boy off his feet (not because of tendou punching him the stomach for being a show off but because of him being a showoff)
it was like a captivating lullaby you would listen to every night if you want to flatter him more and make the whole group go crazy and go "oOoOOo" at him
one was a tough cookie to crack but tell him that he's a hella good player and this man is on his knees
he lives off your compliments and praises that he just has a nasty feeling in his heart he can't settle that you were just raising his ego so he blurt it out one day
asking if what you say is true
"huh??" if that isn't an honest response to his heart then idk what is
he just pats your shoulder and nods, saying his thank you, countinuing with practise
the whole team needed validation with how they're playing with the constant barks from the coach (it did helped them but hearing a more softer "good job" calms them down more than an old strict dog on a leash on their butts to haunt them if they fail)
they would sometimes look back at you and you would give a tiny thumbs up they would smile at and get back into the game to get more of your words by the end of the game
"you're just like our captain, a big softie with a bigger heart!" (guess who said that again)
a small eyeroll from you made the whole team laugh even earning a tiny nod from the captain from his best friend's words
a big softie.. you smile at random times remembering the words said by one of your dear friends on the team you manage
#haikyƫ!!#haikyuu#haikyu x reader#haikyuu!!#haikyuu x gender neutral reader#haikyuu x self insert#haikyuu x manager#nekoma#nekoma x reader#nekoma x manager#nekoma x you#shiratorizawa x you#shiratorizawa x reader#shiratorizawa x y/n#shiratorizawa#haikyuu fluff#haikyuu scenarios#haikyuu hcs
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oh no you're right about all of it i'm not jewish either i'm on the other spectrum of the scale that is abrahamic religions (unnecessarily convoluted way to say i'm muslim idk why i phrased it like that lol anyway) so as someone who's pretty used to seeing characters with the same religion as me onscreen either having that aspect of their identity pretty heavily stereotyped or just trivialised i was hoping the show would handle it sensitively considering that (i haven't read the comics) marc's jewish identity does play a huge part in his characterization even if he wasn't conceived as jewish from the get go
and you're right we get like a handful of scenes that establish he's jewish (even less so for steven someone else pointed out the mezuzah in a fic but i'm not really good at finding stuff like that so yeah) and like yeah there's a lot going on in that scene but it's just subtext yk? it's written as something that's meant to be inferred and idk i do feel like there should've been more explicit text (tbf a lot of my problems with mk is that they rely way too much on like the audience piecing things together i mean i'm not asking for an exposition dump but it would've been nice to have like more flashbacks for characters and some more exposition and stuff)
the mcu is definitely heavily pro military there's this yt video by skipintro i watched a while ago which talked about the support the military funding of the mcu movies and how the avengers can be very easily equated to the united states' tendency to be the global police and how cap and tony represent american exceptionalism vs imperialism in their civil war conflict (great video btw you should check it out if you have time)
and yess i agree like yeah the story was very scaled up and didn't have as much time devoted to the characters that i feel an initial outing should've had especially considering that these are characters having their first appearance in this franchise + the way everyone keeps talking about it being a contained story like i have such mixed feelings about this show because there's a shit load of potential and i feel like they missed out on an important chunk of it but i do really like the characters so that explains why i'm always looking up for fics with them i guess
please don't apologise about the question i started the ramble and ngl i was kind of anxious for some reason after sending that ask lol so your very cohesive reply was great i had to reread it a couple times to be sure to formulate my response to everything (might've still missed one or two points wouldn't be surprised if i did)
anyway as an actual answer to your answer to the question i asked i really love that idea of jake being really philosophical and same idt i'd ever feel comfortable writing about marc's relationship with his religion because it's pretty different from my own (we both have a complicated relationship with though lol) and yeah thank you for answering my ask so eloquently hope you're having a good day/night
You are absolutely fine I love rambling and talking.
I love comic books and I hate the MCU as a whole so I am perpetually stuck in a sticky situation where I still glean joy from MS MARVEL on SCREEN doing her TEEN HIJINK but also it's all tepid and insipid. Which is...that is so fine, things are allowed to be tepid. But if you do nothing but read comics then you become a redditor and it's the same way with any sort of, for lack of a better word, 'trashy' stuff. I watch an insane amount of the trashiest genres one may imagine that I don't talk too much here about, and it's great, but if it was the only thing I watched my brain would leak out of my ears.
And yes, totally, MK brings up some insanely interesting stuff that you can just go way deep into, and I did enjoy how it did not assume the audience was stupid. With only 6 hours of content I am guessing that they just simply did not have time to stretch things and lay them out more explicitly. My brain is a rabid hyena and media analysis is crack cocaine to me, so I was really satisfied with the amount that it left me to figure out, but you are right - criticism should be laid out. You should be upfront. And while it's cool to leave some stuff (themes, imagery, metatextual relationship with the MCU, commentary on DID in media) implied, stuff like Marc's Jewishness has been implied enough. Again, like, look at how many Jewish characters we have. When writing, especially for TV, you have to make a lot of sacrifices to choose what to cut and what to keep, but I believe it's important to prioritize stuff like that. Wish things were different, wish it wasn't MCU, wish it had more than 6 episodes, wish it could have a harder bite. Verdict Of Would Be Better If More Episodes And Not Disney.
The MCU, and you could make a very strong argument that the entire concept of superheroes, is rabidly pro-military and it's disturbing. At the very least it's propaganda for the American hero narratives of the Exceptional Man and propagating exceptionalism, at the most it is just funded by the military. I could go REALLY fucking into comparing how the military is portrayed with Steve Rogers vs Carol Danvers vs [mostly implied but very much there] Marc Spector and it's fucking fascinating. The show has a subtle relationship with the rest of the MCU. But, like, military propaganda, so. It can't just not be that. So [mostly implied but very much there].
Unfortunately "really enjoyable, had a lot of potential, charming characters, didn't quite live up to the potential" is. The ripest, most fertile ground for fanfic.
Very quickly re: writing identities that are not your own - I have a pretty basic formula, which is that as a basic foundation I look for similarities and shared experiences between myself and that identity, and how I can relate and halfway-understand. I normally get this through talking with friends and exchanging viewpoints and also keeping in mind that not all experiences of discrimination are equivalent. In the story, the stuff that I will just never understand I downplay and the parts that resound with me the most I spend more time on. I fill up the gaps and add detail through research, speaking to friends again and reading testimonials, and doing more straightforward Wikipedia stuff for terminology and etc.
#my writing#cracking open the mk tag: oh boy i hope this fanfic explores the subtle and implied aspect of the boy's relationships#and spends more time on the things that were glossed over in the narrative#:/#and sometimes people are just based off my friends sorry olivia i still love you i know you aren't hot jon
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trust fall
prompt:Â âdo you trust me?â
whumpee: max evans, also slightly kyle valenti
fandom: roswell new mexico
hi hi hi! this fic is set at some point this season after everybody finds out about maxâs heart. i havenât seen the last three eps (curse rnm and 911 for being on at the same time...) so idk where exactly this Can fit in but it donât matter too much... i hope you like this!
Max wakes up shaking - or, no, thatâs not quite right, to someone shaking him. He opens his eyes with a soft groan. Everything is blurry and dimly lit and his head really hurts.
âWhâ happened?â he asks, not entirely sure of the identity of the person heâs talking to.Â
âThe ground just...collapsed under us. It looks like weâre maybe 15 feet down,â says Kyleâs voice, and the blurry figure in front of him resolves itself into Kyleâs shape. Max gets a flash of memory - being with him, exploring in the desert, a cracking noise, waking up just now. âIt looks like you hit your head. Youâre bleeding a little bit.â
Max nods, because this makes sense. His head hurts and heâs pretty sure thereâs something sticky running down his forehead, which he assumes is blood.Â
Some combination of the headache and the nodding and the feeling of blood on his face creates a sudden spike of nausea and before he can even process or react to the feeling heâs throwing up and god, that makes his headache so much worse, and then Kyleâs hand is on his shoulder and Max is apologizing and Kyle is saying not to worry, itâs okay, just take a deep breath, youâre fine. It takes a second, and then the pain in Maxâs head dies down a bit and he feels like he can breathe properly again. He opens his eyes, which he doesnât remember closing.Â
Kyle is looking at him with a sort of professional concern on his face that tells Max he is probably not okay. Which is something he most likely could have figured out for himself, admittedly.
He watches as Kyle rearranges himself, digging into his right pocket with his left hand and pulling out his phone. He turns on its flashlight, and suddenly their small enclosure is a lot brighter. It hurts Maxâs eyes, which he promptly closes.
âMax. Hey. Open your eyes and let me get a look at you really quickly and then Iâll turn it off, okay?â
Max opens his eyes - yet again - and squints into the bright light. Kyleâs hands are gentle and sure as he touches Maxâs face, turning his head gently, looking into his eyes, examining him for...something, Max is sure. What that something is, he has no idea. He just sits there and tries to keep his eyes open. Everything is blurry and bright and he canât really see Kyle that well, but at one point he adjusts his right hand and Max thinks he sees a pained look on Kyleâs face. He isnât sure, but then Kyle moves his hand again and audibly winces.Â
âWhatâs wrong?â Max asks, at the same time that Kyle asks, âare you dizzy?â
Neither of them answers the otherâs question. Kyle repeats his before Max has the chance. âMax. Are you dizzy?â
He is. Not overwhelmingly so, but itâs there. âYeah. Yeah, I guess. Are you okay?â
Kyle ignores his question, turning off the flashlight. âDo you have a headache?â
âYes.â
âHowâs your vision?â
âKinda...blurry.â
âAre you nauseous?â
Max wouldâve thought that one would be obvious. âYeah.â
âOkay, youâve almost definitely got a concussion. Iâm gonna see if thereâs any service down here - do you know if Michaelâs around? I think we might be needing his telekinetic powers to get out of here.â
âSure, yeah, heâs in town.â
âGreat,â Kyle replies, and he turns his phone back on (sans flashlight). Max watches him as carefully as he can, watches him type slowly and carefully with the fingers of his left hand. The phone rings - itâs on speaker - and Kyle breathes a sigh of relief.Â
âWhatâs up, Valenti?â
âMichael, hey,â says Kyle. âUhhâŠso Max and I are sort ofâŠstuck underground. Weâre in the desert, not super far from the pod cave - youâll see my car, and not too far from that, youâll see a hole. If you can come rescue us, that is.â
âIâll be there soon,â Michael replies, and hangs up.
Kyle takes a breath like heâs about to say something else, and Max has had enough of that. Itâs his turn to talk.Â
âKyleâŠâ Itâs his turn to talk if he can remember the words he wants to say. It takes him a few seconds, during which Kyle is charitably silent. âYouâre hurt.â He means it to come out as a question, but it doesnât.Â
Kyle sighs, and shifts a bit, throwing his face into the light. The pained look Max thought heâd seen is back.Â
âItâs nothing.â
Max promptly reaches out a hand and grabs Kyleâs right wrist, having fairly easily determined this to be the location of his injury.Â
Kyle hisses in pain and yanks his hand away. âLeave it, Evans,â he says sharply. Â
âLet me see,â Max insists.Â
âNo,â Kyle insists right back.Â
âWhy not?â
âBecause I know you, Max.â Kyle sounds exasperated. âYou canât heal me.â
Max repeats himself. âWhy not?â
âWhat should I start with? The fact that youâre concussed, or the fact that your heart -â
âKyle, itâll be -â
âDonât you say itâll be fine, Max. Itâs not fine. None of this is fine.âÂ
âIâm sorry I -â
âDonât. Just...look, Evans. Do you trust me?â
âYeah,â Max says, without a second of hesitation. Of course he trusts Kyle.
âThen listen to me. I have a sprained wrist. You have a heart condition and a concussion. I will be fine without immediate medical attention - without immediate alien healing powers. You donât need to be exerting yourself right now. Michael will be here soon and heâll get us out of here and Iâll go get appropriate medical treatment and then Iâll give you appropriate medical treatment and weâll both be fine.â
âYeah, okay.â Max gives in because he trusts Kyle and Kyleâs professional opinion of his own injury, and also because heâs getting tired and really doesn't feel like having an argument. He closes his eyes for a second and Kyle is immediately tapping him on the cheek.
âYou canât sleep right now,â he says.
âWhy not?â Max asks, for the third time.
âBecause you have a concussion,â Kyle says, like this should be explanation enough. It is, technically, Max knows, but heâs tired and in pain and just sort of foggy and heâd really like to sleep. But Kyle is intent on not letting him, and he insists that Max should talk to him to keep himself awake.
âTell me about something you love,â Kyle says, and for a second all Max can think of is Liz, and then Kyle taps his shoulder to get him to focus and Max starts talking about writing, about his lifelong ambition to become an author and the poems he used to write in the margins of his notes and the way that it feels to finally figure out how to convey the thing you want to say and about a million other things that under any other circumstance he would never reveal. Now, though, the words spill from his mouth as easy as anything, which Max figures is probably the result of his concussion. He doesnât actually mind it, though - in fact, he kind of likes it, this soft, easy honesty. It reminds him of Liz, a dull ache in his chest, but more than that, it makes him feel safe, comfortable. Like everything is going to be okay, even with the blood drying tacky on his face and the aching in his head and the persistent nausea and all the other discomforts that come along with having a concussion.Â
âThanks,â Max says, suddenly, during a lull in their mostly one-sided conversation. The second he says the word he wishes he had something better, something more, to say, but his brainpower is a little lacking at the moment. He repeats himself, putting as much feeling as he can behind the word this time, and hopes that Kyle gets the message.
âOf course.â Kyle reaches out and puts his good hand on Maxâs knee, and just like that, Max knows that he understands.Â
thanks for reading this! i love how the title theme perfectly fits this fic lmao. i hope you liked it!!!
#whumptober2021#no.4#do you trust me?#roswell new mexico#fic#max evans#kyle valenti#fall#concussion#blood#vomiting#small amount of both tho#my writing#i say things#also this is like kinda shippy? idk. i swear i ship all these mfs...#anyway i hope everyone enjoyed their monday! mine was alright. new ep of 911 mixed bag but i am glad eddie and ana broke up#i don't dislike her or anything but that was Not working and i'm glad eddie was mature enuf to break it off yknow?#anyways i gotta watch rnm...i am just so busy and aghhhhh#i have avoided spoilers tho which i am very happy about!#ok thats it shutting up gn! love yall <3
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So idk if you'd be interested but I had the idea of like the witchers when they were still lil maybe before the mutations or maybe right after and lil lambert having a nightmare and lil geralt and lil eskel giving him a cuddle and making him feel better
Iâve not been able to get the idea of little witchers out of my head since you sent this in, Nonnie! And finally, I have an idea that I feel is good enough for this prompt - might lack a little on a literal nightmare but...hopefully the rest of it makes up for it. :D
The winter at Kaer Morhen was more lively than it had been in decades. It wasnât just the usual four witchers there, this time Jaskier was there and Yennefer too. It was noisy, for want of a better word. With Jaskier around, there was always laughter and music. Even if he wasnât the one making racket, he had a wonderful knack for inspiring the others to revert to something more lighthearted.
Truthfully, it was a little tiring. Lambert, Eskel and even Geralt had a habit of becoming so much more animated. It wasnât a bad thing by any means but Vesemir did miss the quiet of the keep, the warm nights where they were all settled by a fire and reading or playing gwent in relative silence. Now, there was an almost constant jesting, scuffling and running around that was worse than when they were children. So, really, Vesemir couldnât be blamed when he announced he was going to go hunting for a few days. He wasnât running away. Simply, he was taking a breather and enjoying the silent solitude of the mountain. It wasnât like he was leaving behind literal children, they could keep everything ticking over while he was gone. As planned, he left.
Breakfast without Vesemir was unusual. Lambert sat opposite Geralt and Yennefer who was trying her best to ignore the bickering and the fact that Jaskierâs swinging legs were kicking her ankle every few seconds. They were noisy, ribbing each other, Lambert was trying to cram a whole egg in his mouth while Jaskier was trying to make him laugh so he couldnât do it.
âYouâd look more graceful gargling a ballsack,â Eskel barked on a laugh and nudged Yennefer who was next to him. âTrust me on this one, I know.â
Obviously his comment hit its mark because Lambert threw a half eaten slice of toast coated in jam at him. Only a quick aard stopped it from splattering on Eskel. However, it instead ended up, jam side down, on Yenneferâs shoulder and hair. Silence engulfed the room as everyone watched her reaction. Without a word, she stood up and stalked out.
âYennefer! Wait!â Jaskier was up and after her, knowing that of the lot, he would have the greatest chance of appeasing her (and probably most capable of getting jam out of hair with minimal pain).
Just outside the hall, Yennefer spun on her heel and glared at him. Not that it made much of a difference, Jaskier had grown immune to most glares and threats over the years.
âThey were just having fun,â Jaskier tried to appease. âTheyâre home, relaxed and without the pressing worries of the Path. Childhood home and all that.â
There was a glint in Yenneferâs eyes and her smile held nothing nice. âExactly like children,â she nodded. âThey can be as they behave.â
Stepping around Jaskier, she carelessly flung a bright purple spell into the hall and turned to Jaskier. âHave fun with the kids.â Before he had a chance to ask, she opened up at portal and walked away without a backward glance.
âShit.â Jaskier tried to listen through the door before he returned, wondering whether heâll find three witchers knocked out or turned into goats. In the end, it was so much worse than that. Because when Jaskier returned to the hall, he wasnât greeted by goats. Not even three idiots asleep, face first in their food. Instead, three sets of large, terrified eyes peered up at him from shirts that were too large.
Eskel and Geralt couldnât have been more than five while Lambert was probably about three. They watched Jaskier walk in and backed away, distrust and fear clear in their little faces. It broke Jaskierâs heart.
âItâs okay,â Jaskier dropped his voice to something soft and gentle and he crouched down. âIâm a friend.â
They were obviously children but some of their memories must have remained because Geralt suddenly made a run for him, arms out stretched and a cry of âJaskier!â as he barrelled into the bard. It was only because he was so small and light that they didnât go toppling over.
âYouâre alright, Geralt,â Jaskier soothed as he wrapped arms around the tiny witcher who was utterly swamped in his old shirt. âYou two okay?â he asked Lambert and Eskel, standing up. What Jaskier didnât anticipate was for Lambertâs lips to wobble precariously as he backed away, tripping on his own shirt. The wail of distress was only made worse when Eskel pulled himself up to his full height and bravely stood between Jaskier and Lambert without a word. He was quivering and shaking, turning a little from Jaskier but standing his ground all the same.
âOh sweethearts,â Jaskier breathed. He crouched down and extended an arm for Eskel too. âIâll look after you all.â
Turning away, Eskel reached a hand for Lambert and pushed him up. While keeping a tight grip on him, he edged closer to Jaskier. Close enough, Eskel made a quick dash and wrapped his arms around Jaskierâs neck while Lambert tentatively took hold of the outstretched hand.
Three baby witchers wrapped around him, Jaskier looked around and sighed. It wasnât going to be easy and he silently cursed Yenneferâs vindictive ways. There was no telling how long the spell would last or when she or Vesemir would be back. For a change, Jaskier had to be the adult and the one to look after everyone else. The first challenge was standing up with three child witchers in his arms. With a groan and a heave, he managed and staggered over to the table.
âRight, we need to make sure youâre all fed.â He knew next to nothing about children and diets but he suspected that the mead on the table was a no go. Adult witchers might be idiots to drink at breakfast but Jaskier wasnât. He pushed that out of reach and looked at the rest of the table. âJam toast, whoâd like some?â
Three small hands shot up immediately. Which was a good sign, surely. Pulling the bread close, Jaskier cut three slices and made sure the witchers stayed in their seats while he toasted the bread. Once it was lightly brown and crispy, Jaskier returned and was surprised to find Eskel had already managed to grab the jam jar and was wielding a knife.
As alarming as it was to see a small child with a knife, Jaskier let him put jam on his own toast while he sorted the ones for Lambert and Geralt. Only, Eskel seemed to have beaten him to it, the toast now sticky with lumps of jam was pushed towards Lambert who picked it up, uncaring of getting his hands messy.
âThat was very kind, Eskel,â Jaskier said and passed him another slice of toast while giving Geralt one too. He watched them eat, smiled at Geraltâs polite âthank youâ. So far, heâd heard Lambert cry and Geralt speak yet Eskel remained oddly silent.
Washing three sticky and squirming witchers was a task and a half. Jaskier was reluctant to let them out of his sight, not trusting them around the crumbling old keep. But they seemed determined to run around like children were wont to do. Tidying away the breakfast table, Jaskier watched them and realised something that made him sit down for a moment. For all their play, there wasnât a single bit of laughter. There was a wariness to all three, they were protective of each other. While they remembered Jaskier to a certain extent, they seemed stuck in a limbo between being true children and people who have experienced a century of horror. It didnât bear thinking about, what they could remember and how their current state allowed for the processing of it.
Not that Jaskier had to wonder for long. All too soon the three little terrors had quieted down, looking sleepy. Which meant it was probably time for a nap.
âCome on, you lot,â Jaskier herded them towards their bedrooms. âAfternoon nap.â
It would mean he got to at least prepare dinner without having to worry. Geraltâs bedroom was the first and Jaskier tucked him in, unable to miss out on a kiss to his forehead. Next was Lambert who kicked up at little fuss but Jaskier twisted the corner of a throw into a makeshift cuddly toy and he watched as Lambert shoved the tip in his mouth, eyes drooping. He wouldnât have been surprised to find Lambert sucking his thumb when he fell asleep. Last was Eskel who was still as silent as before. He clutched at Jaskierâs hand, obviously reluctant to be left alone to sleep but it had to happen. Jaskier had other things to do.
First things first, Jaskier returned to his room. He cast his lute a longing glance but knew it wasnât right. Looking after three child witchers was exhausting, he sat down on his bed heavily and tried to figure out what to do next. Dinner preparations. Maybe find a storybook in the library. It was easier to think with his eyes closed. And if he lay down for just a minute, to rest while he plotted out a course of action. The bed was soft and warm, he could safely think there.
Jaskier jolted awake to the sound of wailing. It was an utterly terrified child crying tears of distress. Stumbling out, Jaskier rushed towards the noise coming from Lambertâs room. The door was already open and he blinked to see Lambert, tear streaked face red and mouth curved down into the unhappiest of frowns. However, Eskel was hugging him from one side while Geralt was clambering up onto the bed too.
âBad dream?â Jaskier asked and he perched on the edge of the bed. He didnât expect Lambert to nod.
âBig monster.â His voice wobbled and fresh tears sprung up. âIt bit me. Wanted to eat me.â
It was all too easy to reach for the bundle of witchers and pull them in for a cuddle. Lambert sniffled and described the monster while Geralt looked at him and nodded along.
âKikimora.â Geralt suddenly said. âThatâs what tried to eat you. It bit me once too.â
Jaskier could see the confusion on Geralt as he said it, the war of memory versus his current state made him frown. Especially when he peered at his shoulder where Jaskier knew he had a scar which wasnât there in his current form.
âYouâre very brave for not letting it eat you,â Jaskier added, stroking through Lambertâs hair. âHow about we go down to the hall again? I could tell you a story.â
Keeping Lambert in his arm, Jaskier led the way, one hand holding Eskelâs while Geralt kept his fisted in his breeches. The fire had died down and the room was cooling. Jaskier would need to rekindle it but before he had a chance, Eskel raised a hand in a familiar sign and a powerful burst of flames shot out. It was a little too much, flames raced up the walls for a moment before dying down.
âGood job!â Jaskier said all the same. He knew witchers could cast signs but heâd never seen one so powerful.
They settled on the throws and Jaskier tried to think of old tales that would be suitable for children. Preferably none with monsters or anything that could upset them. His pickings were slim but he finally found one, a noble night and his horse on a quest to retrieve the crown for the king. It was easy enough to change a few details, come up with pit filled with spikes to swing over using vines rather than hyrdaâs thousand heads hissing in a pit. All three witchers listened raptly, eyes large, gasping at all the tense bits and Lambert let out a little cheer when the knight got to the crown.
Dinner was a simple affair. Jaskier found some cured meats and fruits. While the three ate, he went to get his lute. They could have a quiet evening together. Really, the witchers were already drooping into their plates. It was kind of adorable.
Settling them on the rugs, Jaskier piled blankets and pillows around them, fussing to get them comfortable. Once they were settled into a cuddle pile, he picked up his lute and began to play. Slowly, the songs morphed from nursery rhymes to lullabies and the witchers fell asleep one by one. Placing his lute to the side, Jaskier tucked them in securely and smiled. They looked so peaceful and cute when asleep. Plus, he had been right, Lambert did suck his thumb. Grabbing a fur, Jaskier settled down and fell asleep, knowing that he would wake if anything happened over night.
Nothing did happen and Jaskier woke to the sound of the door slamming shut in the morning.
âWhat the hell?â Vesemirâs voice was full of disbelief, a deer slung over his shoulders and a handful of quails and rabbits hanging from his hands.
âI can explain!â Jaskier mumbled as he sat up. The witchers were quicker though and they were all backing away from Vesemir as he approached. Geralt pulled Lambert behind Jaskier while Eskel charged. With all the determination and bravery of a child, he stomped up to Vesemir and kicked him in the ankle before turning and running to hide behind Jaskier, clutching at Lambert.
Obviously, on some level they remembered the Vesemir had trained them. Jaskier didnât know the full level of his involvement in creating witchers but the three cowering behind him told him enough.
âYennefer got pissed off yesterday morning,â Jaskier offered with a hopeful look. âMaybe the spell will wear off.â
âIâll get the potion to break the spell ready. You get them each a mug of warm milk.â With that, Vesemir walked to the pantry, dumped his collection on the ground and left.
Orders given, Jaskier set about getting things ready. He settled the three witchers at the table, put some fruits in front of them to snack on so he could warm up milk and pour it into mugs. By the time he was tipping the saucepan over the mugs, Vesemir had reappeared with a vial in hand.
âHow have they been?â
âFine. Minus the nightmares. Eskel hasnât said anything though. But he has one hell of an igni.â
A world weary sigh left Vesemir. âThatâs them for you. Geralt was always polite and well behaved. Eskel was all but mute until long after the trials. We knew he could speak but he only did that with Geralt, Lambert and a few others. Being more magically inclined, he had a knack for all the signs. Meanwhile, Lambert was, well, nobody expected him to survive the trials.â
âI hope you never told him that.â The look Vesemir gave Jaskier told him everything. âWell then, letâs get them back to how they should be, right?â
Three mugs, each with two drops of the potion. It turned the milk a vibrant yellow. Vesemirâs âat least it will taste sweetâ was only mildly reassuring. None of the witchers let Vesemir approach so Jaskier set down two mugs then turned to take the third from him.
âYou need to drink it to be big, strong witchers,â he said. There was a reluctance from the three until Geralt piped up.
âWill it hurt?â
âNo.â Vesemir was cast suspicious looks and nobody touched their mugs.
âIt shouldnât,â Jaskier said and that seemed to ease things a little. âIf it does, Iâll be here to help.â
Hesitantly, Geralt reached for his mug, too trusting. He took a sip and his eyes widened in delight before starting to chug it with childish delight. Taking his lead the other two picked up their mugs and drank too.
At first nothing happened and Jaskier looked nervously to Vesemir. Then he saw Geraltâs face fall into a frown, a hand going to his stomach. There was a soft poof of smoke and the next moment Geralt was sat there in his scarred, adult form. Two more puffs and Lambert and Eskel were back. They all blinked owlishly, looked at each other then at Jaskier and Vesemir.
âOh fuck,â Eskel gasped, a hand flying to his mouth. âI kicked Vesemir in the ankle.â
âJust donât do it now and Iâll forgive you,â Vesemir smiled. âEveryone alright?â
Three mute nods were his reply and everyone tried to make sense of what had happened over the course of the last day. While there was a silent agreement that they would never mention it again, Vesemir wasnât surprised to find the four of them in a pile in front of the fire come evening. He didnât even roll his eye when he saw Lambert hadnât yet managed to shake his old habit of sucking his thumb.
#geralt of rivia#jaskier#lambert#eskel#vesemir#yennefer of vengerberg#child witchers#age regression#i really hope the cut works on this#i promise i put it in but if tumblr messes up then i am very sorry#tldr: the witchers are turned back into children
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REFLECTIONS Answer the following questions:
What is the single best thing that happened in the past year?
2015: Â The beginning of the fall semester when I grew a lot more confidence
2016: Studied abroad
2017: Graduated
2018: Moved into the B Flat
2019: Got a boyfriend
2020: Got a car
2. What is the most challenging thing that happened to you in 2015/16/17/18/19/20?
2015: Getting over Marble maybe
2016: Getting over Hawaii
2017: Making my 4500 film
2018: The music videos I did
2019: Deciding whether to date my now boyfriend
2020: The entire pandemic
3. What thing did you learn the most from this year?
2015: Hawaii and Marble
2016: My film class
2017: Also my film class
2018: My film jobs and internships
2019: Starting a relationship
2020: I guess the pandemic
4. What is the kindest thing you did this year?
2015: Â I donât think Iâm the one to ask, youâd have to ask people who perceived kindness
2016: Same
2017: Same
2018: Same
2019: Same
2020: Wore a mask
5. Did you lose any close family member this year?
2015: Nope
2016: No
2017: No
2018: My great aunt died
2019: No close ones, but my grandmaâs dementia is getting so bad she doesnât remember who I am
2020: No
6. Pick three words to describe 2015/16/17/18/19/20.
2015: A learning experience
2016: Single, senior, band
2017: Senior to graduate
2018: Almost an adult
2019: Another year older
2020: Covid, long, stagnant
7. What did you do in 2015/16/17/18/19/20 that you never did before?
2015: Got further than I ever had in my love life
2016: Studied abroad
2017: Moved into a house with roommates
2018: Moved in with male roommates, did an internship
2019: Got a boyfriend
2020: Bought a car
8. Did you keep last yearâs resolutions? What were they?
2015: Here we go. Put one happy moment from each day into a jar: YES. Go to the gym regularly: Doing better but still could use improvement. Get a summer job: Yes. Make an effort to eat breakfast: Haha nope. Make an effort to look pretty: About the same as last year. Talk to people more and appear more confident: Yes. Find things to be excited about: Not as much as I want. Find a boyfriend: NOPE. Write more: Not really. Read more: Maybe a little. Have adventures: Some, but not as much as I would like. Initiate things: Yes. Use âIâ more: Yes. Be less mean to myself: Yes. Overthink less: No, still working on that. Be proud of myself for trying my best but accept not being perfect: I guess. Take responsibility: More. Be positive and enthusiastic: Still working on it. Carpe diem: Not enough.
2016: I canât remember lol
2017: I canât remember what I wrote. Hereâs what Iâll do: write my 2018 resolutions so that when I reblog this next year I will know:
2018: Be more adventurous: Maybe? Overthink and strategize less: HA not really. Get a film job: Yes. Eat more vegetables: Maybe a little but still not enough. Go to the gym, like, ever: Yes. Read more: Kinda. Finish my Harry Potter spellbook: Not yet.
2019: Get a boyfriend: Finally did! Be more spontaneous and adventurous: Kinda? Sometimes? Lose weight and eat better: Nope. Read more books: Nope. Finish my Harry Potter spellbook: Not yet. Learn how to work hard: Not really. Spend more time with my friends: Kinda. Love myself, and be someone I love: Not really. Carpe diem: Sometimes. Keep doing the moment calendar and journal: Yes. Earn more money than I spend: Nope. Travel: Yes. Discover new music: Yes. Try new creative things: Yes. Believe in myself: Not really. Learn to be a leader: Nope. Watch more movies: Some. Think about other people: Tried to. Learn how to make mistakes: Kinda.
2020: Get a new job: No. Lose weight and fit into my dresses again: Noope, the opposite. Read more books: A couple. Spend more time with friends: Haha, nope, although I did zoom with them some. Go on dates: Not really. Keep doing the moment calendar and journal: Yes. Try new creative things: Yes, I tried dice making. Take risks even if they cost money: Yes, again the dice making. Make more money than I spend: Actually yes with the stimulus. Make jewelry: Some, and opened and etsy page. Get back to people in a timely manner: So-so. Be more punctual: Nope. Finish my harry potter spellbook and keep up with my character book: Nope. Learn new things: Not enough. Be the kind of person I wish I could be: No. Be more open to ideas: No. Post more pictures online: No. Donât be such a control freak: Not even a little bit. Worry less about what people think: Kinda. Laugh more: No.
2021 resolutions: Get an interesting job. Get my own apartment. Get a covid vaccine. Lose weight. Keep doing my sticky notes and moment calendar. Be less hard on myself. Survive.Â
9. Did you travel to any interesting places in 2015/16/17/18/19/20?
2015: Went to Las Vegas for my birthday and California with the band and Kentucky to see Paul McCartney.
2016: Went to Italy, went on band trips to California and Texas
2017: Went to London with my mom, went to New Orleans for my cousinâs wedding and hooked up with my 6th grade crush, went to Wyoming for the solar eclipse
2018: Went to Las Vegas for a film shoot
2019: Went to Israel
2020: Went to Harry Potter World in Orlando with my boyfriend
10. What would you like to have in 2016/17/18/19/20/21 that you lacked in 2015/16/17/18/19/20?
2015: A BOYFRIEND HAHAHA
2016: Still a boyfriend lmao fml
2017: Still a boyfriend but one that I feel satisfied with. Iâm not sure if Iâm there with Guacamole. Also heâs not even my boyfriend yet
2018: Still a boyfriend lmao
2019: An interesting job (finally got the boyfriend!)
2020: A job, an apartment, and a vaccine
11. Do you even believe in new yearâs resolutions? Why or why not?
2015: I think they are a good idea, for reflection as much as goals.
2016: Maybe. Idk
2017: Yeah itâs a good idea
2018: Itâs always good to try to better yourself and it gives you motivation to do it
2019: Itâs a good idea for goals
2020: Itâs good to make goals and remind yourself what to work on
12. Do you believe that 2015/16/17/18/19/20 had an reoccurring theme for you? If so, which theme and why?
2015: No more than any other year really
2016: More like my entire life has a recurring theme of being single af
2017: Not really
2018: Boys I like having girlfriends
2019: Macyâs
2020: Covid
13. Do you feel like 2015/16/17/18/19/20 went by too fast?
2015: No
2016: It went a little fast, especially now that Iâm about to graduate
2017: Not really
2018: Not really, but maybe my youth went too fast
2019: It went by too fast for how much I accomplished
2020: It went by way too slow
14. Did you fall in love with any new artists during the year 2015/16/17/18/19/20? List them.
2015: I fell back in love with Taylor Swift
2016: Collabro
2017: Anastasia the Musical cast, and Hamilton is growing on me
2018: A bunch of musicals
2019: My musicals playlist on spotify has Rent, Dear Evan Hansen, Legally Blonde, Galavant, Hamilton, A Star Is Born, Frozen 2
2020: Fell more in love with taylor Swift, and Come From Away
15. Brag about two of your accomplishments in 2015/16/17/18/19/20.
2015: I made a couple cool music videos, and I lost some weight after increasing my gym attendance.
2016: I made a short film, Pancakes, with a full crew. I got straight Aâs in the spring.
2017: I graduated and I made another short film
2018: I worked on two film shoots and I got promoted at work
2019: I stayed in touch with friends I made on a film shoot, and I got a boyfriend
2020: Bought a car and was the costume designer for a TV pilot
16. What was your favorite movie that came out this year?
2015: The Martian
2016: Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them
2017: Coco
2018: A Star Is Born
2019: Rocketman
2020: None of them were really memorable
17. Fill in the blank: In 2016/17/18/19/20/21 I will ____________.
2015: Get the confidence back that I had in the fall
2016: Graduate college
2017: Start looking for film jobs
2018: Find myself
2019: Find a new job
2020: Survive, please
18. If you could fly anywhere in the world in 2016/17/18/19/2021, where would you go?
2015: Italy, and I plan to!
2016: London, and I plan to
2017: Scotland or Ireland, and I donât have any plans to
2018: Maybe that Israel birthright thing
2019: Maybe Ireland or Amsterdam
2020: Wherever has the least amount of covid. Of course that probably means they wouldnât let me in
19. What was your biggest regret of 2015/16/17/18/19/20?
2015: Worrying about the future when I had something good rather than just enjoying it
2016: Not trying enough in making friends and making the most out of it
2017: Maybe not getting quite enough out of college
2018: Forgetting or never quite learning how to work hard. That and not asking a cute guy out in time
2019: Not buying that moonstone necklace
2020: Gaining weight
20. Do you think youâll be having a better 2016/17/18/19/20/21 than 2015/16/17/18/19/20?
2015: I hope so
2016: I hope so
2017: I hope so
2018: I hope so and I think so
2019: I sure hope so
2020: I fucking hope so
21. Did you make any new friends this year? Lose any friends?
2015: I got closer with some friends :)
2016: I made some new band and film friends. One of my friends from freshman year died.
2017: I almost lost a friend but now we seem to be friends again. I also made some new ones
2018: I made some new ones, and kinda stopped being friends with some of my old roommates
2019: I think I got closer to some friends
2020: I met a few online playing among us, and I probably lost my roommates
22. What was the biggest adventure of the last year?
2015: Hawaii, I think
2016: Studying abroad
2017: Moving out and starting to adult
2018: The film shoots
2019: Dating my boyfriend
2020: Harry Potter World
23. Did you get cake on your birthday? Presents? What you wanted?
2015: Yeah I went to Vegas which was cool! Got cake and alcohol and presents
2016: I did not get cake but I got IHOP. I got presents, and the football team won the game that day sending us to the PAC 12 Championship
2017: I got pancakes, presents, and maybe Iâm starting to get what I wanted?
2018: I got chocolate mousse and presents and I didnât even know what I wanted
2019: I got cake and presents including one thing I wanted
2020: I got bundt cake and a few things from my wish list
24. How much did you change this year? Whatâs different about you?
2015: Not too much has changed but I think Iâm prettier, more confident, braver, and value bravery more.
2016: Iâm lazier, gained back the weight that I lost last year, and lost some of the confidence from last year. WowâŠ
2017: Iâm not a student anymore
2018: I maybe lost some of my hope in my love life and felt more set in my ways
2019: I donât have as much FOMO but Iâm also getting more frustrated with my life
2020: Gained weight, got more anxiety
CONFESSIONS
Bold the statements that are true (2015) and cross out (2016) and italicize (2017) and Iâm running out of formats so CAPS (2018) and *star (2019) and ~tilde (2020)
In the year 2015/2016/2017/2018/2019/2020 I confess that IâŠ.
KISSED SOMEONE I HAVE NEVER KISSED BEFORE. ~*DID SOMETHING I REGRET. *Painted a picture. *Dyed my hair. Got a new haircut I thought Iâd never get before. Wrote a poem. Graduated from High School. Graduated from College. Applied for Graduate School. RAN A MILE. Ate much healthier. Ended toxic friendships. ~*GAINED A NEW FRIEND. Gained a new best friend. *Visited a foreign country. ~*LIED. ~*HAD A FIGHT WITH MY PARENTS. *HAD A SECRET/KEPT A SECRET. Realized my homosexuality. ~REALIZED MY BISEXUALITY. (OR AT LEAST QUESTIONED IT) Realized my pansexuality. Realized my asexuality. ~*Broke a promise. *Slept under the stars. ~*STAYED UP TILL SUNRISE. ~*PUSHED SOMEONE AWAY. ~*Got in a fight. SLEPT WITH SOMEONE OTHER THAN MY SIGNIFICANT OTHER. ~*ATTENDED A PARTY. Got dumped. Got a new piercing/tattoo. Learned that I wasnât cis gender. Drank underage/used illegal substances. *ATTENDED A CONCERT. *ATTENDED A MUSICAL. ~*TRAVELED TO ANOTHER CITY. *Broke someoneâs heart. *Hiding something from someone. ~*MADE SOMEONEâS DAY. Cheated on a test/homework. Physically cheated on my significant other. ~*Emotionally cheated on my significant other. ~Quit a job. GOT A NEW JOB. Learned to hate someone I thought I never would. Learned to be more patient. Saw the supermoon. ~SAW THE METEOR SHOWER.
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Of Kiss Cams and Spilled Beer
Summary:Â
Is that him?
He gives the scene a good look and concludes that yes, that is indeed him, looking dumb as hell with his mouth gaping like that. Dick is still in his seat, an exasperated smile on his face. Jason looks back down at him and it clicks
Oh!
Tags: Fluff, featuring vague anxiety, kiss cams, idk how soccer works
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The sound of the buzzer could barely be heard over the roar of the crowd. Everyone on their feet, excitement tangible from that last play. Floor sticky with beer and food thrown off of laps as people jumped from their seats, too focused on the players flying across the field, the ball traveling almost too fast between feet to keep up. Another shot, this time missing the goal by mere inches. The crowd is split even between screams of joy and wails of despair, the animosity from both sides displayed in colored banners and painted chests, signs telling coaches what they could do with their stupid Coach of the Year awards.
âSo they get to kick now, rightâ Dick looked up at Jason, who was one of many up and out of his seat, yelling down at the referee. His hands were thrown up, as if the call personally offended him, and knowing how passionate Jason was about this sport, it probably did. He stood frozen for a moment, an aura of frustration pulsing around him. The last few plays havenât gone exactly how he wanted them too, if the vein growing increasingly more prominent in his forehead was any indication. He sighed, peering down at Dick as if his lack of knowledge of the game was yet another personal attack.
âHeâs calling for the other teamâ he stated, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. âGomez was tripped, thatâs why his shot was so fucked up.âThatâs not what it looked like to Dick, but heâs also not paying as close attention as Jason is.
âHey,â Dick said, tugging him back into his seat, âItâs just a game.â
Wrong thing to say.
Jason huffs and thumps his head back, now attempting to burn a hole through the stadiumâs ceiling. The big bad Red Hood, pouting over a soccer game. Dick would find it cute if he didnât know exactly how important this was to Jason.
Dick had gotten his boyfriend the tickets as an early birthday present. It was the Gotham Bishopâs last home game, set against their rivals from Metropolis and the whole city had been buzzing about it. Jason himself had been talking about it for weeks, upset that he wouldn't get to see them play, but excited nonetheless.
Around the time theyâd starting getting serious, Jason had opened up more to Dick about his childhood, describing a handful of his better memories. As a kid, down the street from their apartment was an old tv store that would play local channels through the front window. Jason would go sit at the storefront and watch Nova, Masterpiece Theater, and as he so eloquently put it, âthat one bald kidâ, until the old man that ran the place would chase him off with a broom. His favorite program though, were the highlights of the Bishopâs games every friday. He was fascinated by the sport, the roar of the crowd. How everyone would collectively pray for their home team, while simultaneously cursing their opponent. The smile that took over his face when he described it to Dick practically melted his heart, so the next day heâd made it a priority to get tickets somehow (thanks Bruce).
Jason had been ecstatic to say the least.Now, however, slumped over in his seat, he resembles no more than a sulking child. Knees rhythmically pushing into the seat in front of him - probably in hopes of starting a fight.
Dick places his hand on the younger man's thigh, stilling him.
âLook,â he nods, gesturing towards the giant LED screen in the center of the stadium. Itâs currently displaying an older couple surrounded by roses and a flowy pink border. The words Kiss Cam flash at the top. Theyâre smiling, and the man seems to blush a bit before leaning in and placing a quick peck on his wife's lips. She smiles and waves at the camera. Theyâre both laughing now, and the scene quickly changes to two children towards the bottom of the stands. The older of the two points up, drawing the toddlerâs attention to the display. She lifts him into her lap and pecks him on the cheek, then taps on her own to signal for him to do the same.
Dickâs staring adoringly at the screen, cooing along with the rest of the crowd. Jason doesnât really understand the appeal, but itâs a cute concept, he concedes.âIâm gonna go get another beerâ he says, rising from his seat. Dickâs smiling at him now and saying something that Jason misses over the sudden roar of the crowd. He straightens up anyway, throwing a âIâll be right backâ over his shoulder when the crowd erupts again, this time in displeasure. Jasonâs at a total loss as to whatâs got everyone so hyped up, seeing as theyâre still in the middle of half time. He turns back around, asking Dick what he missed, when he catches a glimpse of the projector.
Is that him?
He gives the scene a good look and concludes that yes, that is indeed him, looking dumb as hell with his mouth gaping like that. Dick is still in his seat, an exasperated smile on his face. Jason looks back down at him and it clicks.
Oh!
The crowd is back at it again, chanting for a kiss that Dick looks all too willing to give, if Jason recognizes the slight quirk of his lips (and he certainly does)
Heâs not really sure what to do at this point. Kiss his boyfriend, obviously, but the thought of everyone watching on a giant fucking HD screen in the middle of a soccer match does something to him. Heâs frozen, hovering slightly above Dick, fists clenched around armrests. Just lean down and kiss him! Itâs not like youâve never done it it before. You did a hell of a lot of it just last night. His thoughts are moving a mile a minute and he knows in some part of his brain that heâs making a total fool of himself, not to mention Dick.
Heâs still stuck in his own head, vaguely contemplating how this could genuinely be compared to death when he feels two soft hands frame his face. Eyes refocusing, his thoughts suddenly halt. His mind is cleared and he no longer feels anxious. All there is is Dick.
Dickâs eyes. Dickâs nose. Dickâs lips.
Every breath he takes is a soft exhale into Jasonâs slack mouth, and suddenly he can breath again. It feels almost as if the older man is reaching into his chest, easing away the strain on his lungs like plucking petals from a flower. Jasonâs eyes flick across his face, taking all the man is willing to give in just a simple look. His lips curve slightly, and his eyes crinkle at the corner. Jason can truly say heâs never seen anything more beautiful in his life.
Dick closes the distance between the two, pulling the younger man down so lips can finally meet. Itâs soft, and nothing to write home about - but damn if Jason didnât think it was the most perfect feeling on the planet. He thinks he can hear the crowd cheering past the blood still rushing through his ears, but itâs all muted to the sound of Dickâs content hum. The vibration travels where their lips are still locked, gently pressed together and he laughs. A puff of air is passed between two sets of lips and now Dick is laughing too.
They pull away, smooth palms still caressing cheeks, while larger hands now linger above a slight waist. They share a smile and Jason draws himself away, taking his seat. He looks back up to the monitor to see yet another couple on display, Kiss Cam flashing above them while they share a kiss. He turns back to the other man, intent on saying...something, but the look heâs graced with is more than enough to satisfy him.
A blush dusts itself across Dickâs bronzed skin, and his bright eyes are clear and looking straight at Jason. How he survives those looks is beyond him, but he wouldnât trade them for the world.
âYou okay?â Dick asks. âYou kind of froze up there for a second.âHe grasps the younger manâs hand between the two, squeezing.
Jason glances at their intertwined hands, and then back at Dick. Heâs still smiling, eyes crinkling yet again. The look they share could be described as nothing but complete and utter love and devotion.
âYeah,â he finally answered, turning back to the field as the players reemerged, running to their respective positions.
A small smile graces his lips
âIâm good.â
#this is my first published story how exciting#it know it sucks but i promise i'll get better it's totally cool#jaydick#dick grayson#jason todd#my fic
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The Control Freak, the Narcissist, and the Liar - Part 4
Summary: In which there is arguing and Mikey doesnât know what to do.
Also posted on ao3 and ff.net but Iâm too lazy to link it.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 |Â Tag for this au (is this an au? idk but thatâs what Iâm calling it)
When Raph wakes up, Mikeyâs gone.
Raph lifts his head, sitting up straight in the chair he must have fallen asleep in. He takes a look around the lab, hoping that the kidâs still there. No sign of him. Instead, Raphâs left with a slumbering Donnie, an empty cot, and a missing little brother.
Great.
He had to have been really tired not to notice Mikey leave the lab without waking him up. They all got the same ninja training, and Raph is usually pretty good about keeping alert, even while asleep.
Well, that was before. Before heâd started running himself ragged, trying to escape his family and his nightmares and the crushing reality that threatened to encompass him the moment he stopped to take a breath. The only comfort he has now is that at least heâs better at dealing with all of this than Leonardo.
Leo isnât even accepting that Splinter is dead. To Leo, itâs like their senseiâs just gone on an extended vacation and Leo sits in the dojo, awaiting the day Splinter comes back to instruct him again. Or at least, thatâs what Raph figures, the way the guyâs been acting lately.
Thereâs a soft clang from the kitchen, and Raph knows exactly where Mikey is. He heads towards the sound immediately, leaving Donnie to his slumbering.
âMike?â Raph calls softly, his voice gentler than itâs ever been in a long time. He walks into the kitchen, but doesnât see anything resembling a turtle. âMikey, you in here?â
Mikeyâs voice sounds from the other side of the island, out of Raphâs line of vision. âRight here, Raph,â Mikey says, and his voice sounds kind of rough. Exactly like heâd been screaming his lungs out. Huh. He hadnât believed him last night, but maybe Donnie hadnât been lying about Mikey getting angry.
Raph leans forward against the island, trying to get a glimpse. Unfortunately, all he sees is a little bit of Mikeyâs shell, nothing to give a clue about whatâs going on.
âWhatcha doinâ down there?â
âOh, I spilled some of the milk on the floor,â Mikey tells him, finally popping up with a milk-sodden rag in one hand and a carton in the other. âI was cleaning it up before it dried up and got all sticky. Itâs a nightmare to clean once it gets all sticky, and we live in a sewer. Imagine all the rats it would attract.â
Mikey shudders dramatically, and Raph canât exactly help the upward tilt of his mouth as Mikey rambles. Itâs been a long time since the two of them had a something of a civil conversation, and itâs nicer than Raph remembers.
It should probably be concerning that Mikeyâs acting so normal after what Raph heard happened last night, but Raph isnât much better at confronting his demons, so itâs not like he can criticize. If Mikey doesnât want to talk about it, if he doesnât want face whatever heâs dealing with, if he wants to be goofy and happy and chatty, then Raphâs not going to stop him.
Mikey puts the milk back on the counter and throws the rag in the sink before he turns to Raph, grinning. âSo, you here for breakfast or did you just want to enjoy my company?â
Even as Mikey says it, Raph knows the grin is almost strained, just a bit too tight, like heâs not sure that Raph wants him around.
Which is probably fair considering how much Raph has been avoiding the toxic air of the lair around Leo. Raphâs a lot of things, but he isnât a liar. It hurts so much to be here, in the sewers, with his family. It hurts so much sometimes it feels like his chest is breaking open and heâs ripping into two. He knows he can get involved in his own feelings, too.
But when his little brother looks at him like heâs not sure whether heâs still welcome, itâs time to put his foot down.
Gently, for once.
So he keeps his expression schooled and shrugs. âWhy not both?â
The grin Mikey sends him is blinding. âCool! Yeah, okay, dâyou want pancakes? Bacon? Eggs? No waffles since the waffle ironâs on the fritz, but I can make literally anything else.â
âEggs anâ bacon are fine, Mikey,â Raph tells him, fighting back the smile that threatens to cross his face as Mikey flits around the kitchen. âDid Donnie take a look at the waffle iron?â
Mikey doesnât stop moving, doesnât stop preparing their breakfast, but his response comes about a beat too late, and thatâs the only reason Raph knows he asked the wrong question.
âOh, uh, Donâs busy with the toaster,â Mikey says, his enthusiastic tone deflated. âI havenât exactly asked him about the iron yet. âSides, heâs got a lot on his plate.â
But he could probably use the distraction, is what Raph doesnât say, because it really wouldnât help. Not right now. He wonders, then, how things got so tense between all of them. Where before Raph wouldnât even care to say what he said, or how he said, and now heâs fighting himself to keep Mikey happy. Once misstep and it was over.
Or maybe not. Hopefully he could salvage this.
âYeah, he probably does,â Raph says, humming lightly like heâs thinking about something. Mikey perks up at the devious lilt to his voice. âHow âbout you anâ me give Donnie a hand, huh?â
Mikey laughs, the previous tension gone. âSounds good, bro. Letâs ask after Donâs got so coffee in his system, though.â
Raphâs grimace isnât completely for show. âOh, yeah. Good call.â
Snickering, Mikey turns back to the eggs, and Raph vows to start spending some more time in the lair, especially if this is going to be the result. A happy Mikey makes the world go âround.
â-and then Donnie just fainted. Right then and there.â
Raph snorts as he drops his plate into the sink. âWhy donât I believe you?â
Mikey huffs from atop of the island. âItâs true! I swear it is! You can even ask LH, if you really donât believe me. He was there, too.â
âDonnie does a lot of things around April, but I donât think fainting is one of them. Heâs a nerd in love, not a wuss.â
âIt happened! Oh, you know what also happened?â Raph hums, prompting Mikey to continue. âMe and LH were exploring a few of the tunnels this one time, and then there was this crazy-â
Mikey stops mid word, his mouth snapping shut with an audible click as he stares hard at something over Raphâs shoulder. Raph, alarmed, moves his hands to his weapons and twirls around, only to drop his hands a moment later when he realizes who it was.
âLeo,â Raph says, something like distaste in his voice even before he can stop it.
And it is Leo. Their older brother is standing in the doorway, like he isnât sure whether he wants come in or not. Thereâs something in his hunched body language that almost makes Raph feels sorry for him. Almost.
But Raph isnât stupid. Heâs had his suspicions about what happened to Mikey last night since before Donnie even told him what happened. The way Mikey had practically curled in on himself, only one of his brothers could do that Mikey. Raph should know. Heâs done it plenty of times before on accident.
But the way Mikey closes himself off the moment Leo walks into the room confirms it. Leo did something, or said something, and he hasnât tried to make amends, hasnât tried to reach out to Mikey like he used to, like Raph always tries to do whenever he and Mikey are at odds.
Itâs something like an unspoken rule in their family, Raph supposes. Never let things like anger settle between them if you can help it, and you usually always can. Even if youâre upset in the moment, donât let it last. Always reach halfway, and most of the time, the one you hurt will try to reach back.
Itâs a rule mostly for Raph, but itâs meant for all of them. Just because Raph gets angry the most didnât mean that the others didnât get upset, too. They all fight, but theyâre brothers, and they stick together.
Or well, they did. It doesnât look like Leo even tried.
So Raph huffs a somewhat calming breath, because fighting right in front of Mikey probably isnât the best thing to do right now, and pulls Mikey down from the island. Mikey doesnât fight him, but he doesnât look happy about it, either.
âWhere are you guys going?â Leo asks, and Mikey stiffens. But he doesnât answer Leo, his lips still shut tight, so it looks like Raphâs going to have to take control of this situation.
âIâm staying in the lair for the day,â Raph states plainly as he throws an arm around Mikeyâs shoulder, ignoring Mikeyâs start of surpriseâhe doesnât know if itâs his words or his actions, so heâll save that talk for later. âSo me anâ Mikey decided to do a round of video games and a movie marathon. Ya know. Some bro time, just the two of us.â
If Leo catches the hidden jibe, he doesnât show it. Raphâs temper is threatening to flare at the lack of reaction his older brother his showing, but he canât let it get to him. Instead, he steers Mikey to the kitchen door, around Leo, and toward to the pit in the center of the lair.
Mikey doesnât say anything still, and Raphâs almost fuming at this point, but theyâre away from Leo, so thatâs a plus.
âSo, how âbout we see if Donâs awake, yet,â Raph suggests, his tone gentle.
Mikey nods, and Raph doesnât let his little brotherâs silence get to him. Instead, he tugs Mikey closer to him and they start for the lab.
How Leo can do or say something horrible enough to silence Raphâs chatty little brother, Raph doesnât know. But if he does it again, then Leonardoâs got another thing coming for him.
#tmnt#raph#mikey#warm bros#finally some happiness in this trainwreck of a story#control freak au#camryn writes
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