#and i don't wanna do kits. i would be SO AFRAID to fuck it up

[zehecatl]

@arorocanada THE BOOOOYS

they're just from the toy aisle, because my chances of finding high quality Transformers merch is so very slim, and also i am just not going to order them online. they can come to ME, or we can both suffer

also TECHNICALLY SPEAKING, i also have these two, but, uh

... i'm sure you see what i mean

[fear-is-truth]

Hiya!!! :)

This is my first time requesting from you (and only my second or third time requesting anything at all I'm pretty sure) so I just wanted to say if I'm being overly demanding or weird with my request you can totally call me out!!

I was kinda wondering about the Evans with a reader who struggles with personal hygiene? So sorry if this is gross, don't be afraid to change it up, but I'm just curious to see how they'd react to a reader who just like genuinely forgets to shower for a week or will go days without brushing their hair.

I love you and I love your work!! You're amazing!! ♥️♥️♥️

⋆𐙚 ₊ the evans with an s/o who struggles with personal hygiene .ᐟ

ft. tate langdon ‧ kit walker ‧ frat!kyle spencer ‧ james patrick march ‧ cult leader! kai anderson

a/n: ahh thank you so much pookie for the request and liking my work !! i love you too <3

⟢ 𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐍.

tate would not mind at all, and in fact, he might even romanticise your “carefree” attitude.

in his mind, you’re like some grunge icon. you’re that high up.

he’d think your messy hair and unkempt appearance were part of your style, even finding it endearing.

if you forgot to shower for a week, he wouldn’t bat an eye. would probably just roll with it.

however, if he noticed you feeling self-conscious about it, he’d be quick to reassure you. “who gives a fuck? you’re cool just the way you are.”

if it got to a point where you were uncomfortable or struggling with your hygiene for deeper reasons, his solution would be offering to do things together, like showering together or brushing your hair for you.

he’d enjoy how intimate those moments are, even if it’s something as simple as untangling your hair while you sit between his knees. something he used to do for addie.

⟢ 𝐊𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑.

kit would definitely notice when you go days without showering or brushing your hair, but he’d never be mean or judgmental about it. he’d approach the situation with a lot of patience and understanding.

if it’s something that happens occasionally, he’d gently bring it up in a delicate way that feels supportive rather than critical. “hey, how about we clean up together? it’ll make you feel better.”

if you forgot to shower, he’d offer to run you a warm bath or shower with you—not necessary a sexual thing but as a way to help you relax and make it feel less like a chore.

he’d have no issue brushing or braiding your hair for you if you went days without tending to it. “sit down, hun. let me take care of it for you.” he’d be so gentle, carefully working out any tangles.

kit would normalise your feelings around hygiene struggles, especially if you were self-conscious. he’d remind you that everyone has tough days and that it doesn’t make you any less lovable.

if you were open to it, he’d help you create a routine without being overbearing. make it a shared activity, like washing up before bed or starting a morning shower together.

also the small acts of care for you—offering a warm cloth to wash your face or gently massaging your hands with lotion.

the verdict is: his whole approach would be rooted in love and respect, ensuring you never felt embarrassed or shamed. 10/10

⟢ pre death .ᐟ 𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑.

kyle would approach the subject in the sweetest, most non-judgmental way. he’d never want to make you feel bad about it.

to subtly encourage you, he’d send a playful text, like a shirtless, mirror selfie captioned, “shower’s nice and warm today. wanna join me?”

if he saw you lounging around with messy hair, he’d grab a hairbrush and sit behind you without a word, gently untangling it while rambling about his day and ending it with “there, all better. You look amazing now—well, you always do.”

he’d make sure you never felt judged. If you were having a bad day and couldn’t manage, he’d shrug it off, saying, “it’s okay. you’re still perfect to me.”

⟢ 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇.

he would undoubtedly notice any lapses in your hygiene. given his meticulous nature and penchant for cleanliness, it would initially perplex him. however, his affection for you would temper his reaction.

at first, he’d approach it with subtle hints: “my darling, might i draw you a bath? i’ve had the housekeeper prepare the lavender oils you’re so fond of.”

while he would prefer his partner to maintain the same high standards of grooming as he does, he wouldn’t judge you harshly. instead, he’d see it as his duty to “help” you back on track—though he’d be tactful to avoid hurting your feelings.

on days when you simply forgot to shower or tidy up, james would have the bathtub filled with rose petals and champagne ready for after.

would try to frame hygiene tasks as shared rituals. for instance, he’d suggest dressing for dinner together, insisting on formal attire and a clean, polished look. “we must uphold appearances, my dear. after all, you are my most treasured companion.”

encouragement and flattery. “you are a vision, my dear, even in this state. but imagine the envy of the world if you allowed me to assist in your perfection.”

⟢ cult leader .ᐟ 𝐊𝐀𝐈 𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍.

kai would be an absolute hypocrite about personal hygiene lmao. while he regularly skips showers himself, he’d still expect you to maintain a high standard of cleanliness, especially if you’re a woman.

if he noticed you hadn’t showered in a while, he’d bring it up very bluntly.

he’d rationalise his double standard with some sexist shit like, “a man can smell like a battlefield, but a woman is supposed to smell like a flower..”

if you pushed back against his comments, he’d get annoyed and huff something like, “fine. smell like a wet dog. just don’t complain when no one wants to be near you but me.”

if your hair was messy or tangled, he’d make sarcastic comments at first, but if he noticed you were genuinely struggling, he’d (begrudgingly) step in. “come here. let me fix this mess before you start looking like some burnout from the ’70s.”

would frame it as a flaw he needs to “correct” in you. kai would see it as his duty to whip you into shape. that said, if anyone else dared to criticise you, he’d get super pissed off.

if your hygiene struggles were related to emotional or mental health, kai would have the emotional depth to understand, and he’d try to manipulate you.

[resident-idiot-simp]

I don't know if you do requests but what if- now here me out.

What if in some universe Victor had raised Laura after Logan was gone?

What if that blonde menace to society took an oath years ago to protect Logan's kits and despite how much he's glad the old fuck is dead, Laura didn't do anything wrong and theres still time "To teach her how to let 'it' out" it being the feralness and the "wild" as he calls it.

What if wade had met the one raised by sabretooth to be a cold blooded killer? Because obviously this wouldn't be right, so she would get pruned with the other sabre but- BUT.

What if, just for a second, Wade makes her feel understood. He's not angry at her for growling and biting him. Scratching or her following her insticts to kill first ask later?

What if for the first time, someone other then her father and her "uncle victor" seen her as more then just a wild child and more of someone who deserves love just for being who she is?

And yeah, Laura gets the Nickname Runt Jr? Sometimes just Runt, sometimes cupcake, or other demeaning names. But for once someone calls her sweet things because they want her to feel safe.

Sweetheart isn't an insult anymore, but a pet name (not that shes a pet or anythint NOsirey!)

Darling is genuienly said and not growled at her or teased.

And if you really REALLY wanna break some hearts? Have this universe's Wade remember Origins James and how similar Laura and him are. That would really hurt.

Someone needs to be here to hold this little girls hand when she grows up. And clearly Logan cant.

Anyway! Bye!

I kind of do requests. If it's something I feel I can actually elaborate on or write I usually do. For this I don't feel like I can I am sorry. I feel this way for 2 reasons

1) My interpretation of Victor (blame this fic) is not someone who should be around Laura. Or really anyone for that matter and especially not Logan.

However I feel that this is a perfect starting point for a different interpretation of the character than my own. I would genuinely love to read this if someone wrote it.

2) I have written them interacting before and Laura has more of an on-site thing with him. I think even as a child she would attempt to murder him. She read the comics and has opinions.

Anyways break down of what you did write:

I love the idea that even as fucked up as their relationship was and maybe how much they hated each other they did have an understanding. If it came down to it they would protect their own if they ever had kids and couldn't themselves take care of them.

Probably some pack mentality that was left over. Also the fact that no mutant child deserves to be by themselves let alone a feral.

I also agree that Victor would make everything much worse with her Logan is definitely the more tame of the two. Thus Victor would have no qualms teaching her to not be as reserved.

I love the idea that Wade has to deal with this because he would know what a typical Laura would be like so this would take him by surprise. There's no way he isn't charmed I don't feel like it's possible.

He would get it I mean considering he kills for a living so they would find a kinship in that, but also the fact that he just isn't afraid. Everyone else fears her except for this one maniac who just makes jokes.

She's never met anyone like him how could she not be enamored?

Wade being the first one to treat her with genuine kindness is fascinating. The idea that Victor is not doing anything other then the bare minimum treating her like he would almost treat Logan.

The idea that even if Wade didn't know who Laura was he would know immediately because of how much she acted like James is adorable. That is heartwarming and heartbreaking. Bravo bravo my friend.

[moeitsu]

Song Lyrics That Remind Me of Arthur Morgan

Nobody asked for this, but I listen to A LOT of music, and this boah is constantly on my mind 24/7. So I thought I'd share some lyrics that remind me of him and his relationships <3

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Hard Believer - First Aid Kit

"So you ask for my opinion. Well, what is there to say? To be honest and just foolish, won't make you wanna stay. You've got to go on and get moving. And I can't do that for you. Got so many plans and so much you wanna do. Love is tough, time is rough on me."

To a Poet - First Aid Kit (Mary & Arthur)

"You said, 'Don't give me nothing you don't wanna lose.' I said, 'Darlin' I'll give you everything I got, if you want them to choose.' Though unwillingly I left and it was so, so hard to do. Now I miss you more than I can take and I will surely break. And every morning that I wake, God, it is the same."

Afraid of Heights - Boygenius (Dutch & Arthur)

"I know I fucked up when I told you I'm afraid of heights. It made you wanna test my courage. You made me climb a cliff at night. You wanted me to jump and I declined. You called me a coward, I replied, I don't wanna live forever, but I don't wanna die tonight."

My Silver Lining - First Aid Kit

"I don't know if I'm scared of dyin', but I'm scared of living too fast, too slow. Regret, remorse, hold on. Oh no I've gotta go. There's no starting over, no new beginnings, time races on. You've just gotta keep on keeping on."

Sun Bleached Flies - Ethel Cain

"If they strike once, then you hit 'em twice as hard. But in the end, if I bend under the weight that they gave me, Then this heart would break and fall twice as far. We all know how it goes, the more it hurts, the less it shows. But I still feel like they all know, and that's why I could never go back home."

Saviour - George Ezra (Mary & Arthur)

"Time was young and you were mine. Take me back to that midnight moon. Cradle me, at that midnight moon. All of me is all for you, and what I got to give is not enough. It's a dark night. Being your own savior, is it saving you?"

Cowboy, Gangster, Politician - Goldie Boutilier (Mary & Arthur)

"We said goodbye, but it never ends. 'Cause you can't get away from a woman who loves you. 'Cause you can't run away from feelings that haunt you. No, you can't separate a fire from a flame that already burns. Every saints a sinner, we all have our past. Forever is a fiction, nothing lasts."

Let Him Fly - Patty Griffin (Mary Gillis-Linton)

"Ain't no talking to this man, ain't no pretty other side. Ain't no way to understand, the stupid words of pride. It would take an acrobat, and I already tried all that so, I'm gonna let him fly. You know the light has left his face, but you can't recall just where or why. So there was really nothing to it, I said I'm gonna let him fly."

The Chain - Fleetwood Mac (Dutch & Arthur)

"And if you don't love me now, You will never love me again. I can still hear you saying, we would never break the chain. Run in the shadows. Damn your love, damn your lies."

Devil's Resting Place - Laura Marling

"I've been with the devil in the devil's resting place. Water won't clean you, you only hold yourself to the things you do. Come up here to speak to me and hold your face to mine. Any man can hold my gaze has done his job just fine. You sold your life away to be with me tonight. Hold your head against my chest, I think you'll be just fine."

Through the Valley - Shawn James

"I walk through the valley of the shadow of death. And I fear no evil because I'm blind to it all, and my mind and my gun they comfort me. Because I know I'll kill my enemies when they come. Surely, goodness and mercy will follow me all the days of my life. And I will dwell on this earth forevermore. Well, I came upon a man at the top of a hill. Called himself the savior of the human race. Said he'd come to save the world from destruction and pain, but I said, how can you save the world from itself?"

Youngest Daughter - Superheaven

"It's useless, I tried, but to no avail. To tell you how much I know, how much I care. Breathe until your lungs fail, you can sing 'til you go deaf. I am sick, I am horrified at everything I hear. Everyday repeats itself again, the cycle of our misery, It drives us all insane."

The Fall - Gregory Alan Isakov (John & Arthur)

"You heard blood was thick, brothers and sisters. But ya don't know where anybody's at. Time was a bust, you thought you'd better be tough. Nobody gets past the trembling wire. All eyes on you now, on you. We're all holding our breath."

Second Chances - Gregory Alan Isakov (John & Arthur)

"I'm running from nothing, no thoughts in my mind. Oh my heart was all black but I saw something shine. Thought that part was yours, but it might just be mine. I could share it with you, if you gave me the time. I'm all bloody knuckles, longing for home. If it weren't for second chances, we'd all be alone."

My Mind - Paris Paloma (Dutch & Arthur)

"What did I do wrong? Will you tell me what I did wrong, what did I? Was it a first offense? How long had you been harboring that vemon? You could have used your words then, you wanted them to hurt and so I let them. Never would I beseech you, to endure what you put me through."

[justabeatingheart]

THE GREAT IMPERSONATOR ( sentence starters from the fifth studio album by halsey )

ONLY GIRL LIVING IN LA

"I wake up every day in some new kind of suffering."

"I've never known a day of peace."

"I don't know if I could sell out my own funeral."

"I don't know what I did to have this fate."

"I can't even run from what I know."

"I'm not lucky and I know I wasn't chosen."

"This thing I love has grown demanding and obsessive."

EGO

"I can't keep my feet on the ground."

"I'm nervous what you'll think of me now."

"I'm really not as happy as I seem."

"You're too nice to run this town."

"I don't like the lie I'm living."

"I'm way too nice and too forgiving."

"I wanna go back to the beginning when it all felt right."

"It's all done now, who am I kidding?"

"I'm doing way worse than I'm admitting."

"I'm really not that happy being me."

DOG YEARS

"A mercy kill is what I seek."

"I didn't ask to live, but dying's up to me."

"I'm not strong, I'm very weak."

LETTER TO GOD (1974)

"I don't wanna hurt so get it over with quick."

"Please, God, I wanna be loved."

"I don't wanna be somebody that they wanna get rid of."

PANIC ATTACK

"Both my shoulders have been burdened by the weight of my mistakes."

"Every time you lean in closer, both my knees can't help but shake."

"I think you're a danger to my health, or so it seems."

"Is it love or a panic attack?"

"Is a heavy heart too much to hold?"

"You make me fucking nervous."

"I don't know what it all means."

"My optimism's getting sore."

"I would love to love you, but my body's keeping score."

"I don't know if I can see you anymore."

THE END

"I don't like to complain, but I'm saying sorry."

"When I met you, I thought I was damaged goods."

"There's poison in my brain and in my blood."

"If you knew it was the end of the world, would you like to stay a while?"

"When I met you, I said I would never die."

"I'm racing against time."

I BELIEVE IN MAGIC

"The apple's rolling real far from the tree."

"I still believe in Heaven, if they'll never let me in."

"I think I might start tryin' because I haven't been."

LETTER TO GOD (1983)

"I never would have said it if I knew I'd have to wait until the moment I was happy, then it all disintegrates."

"I don't wanna be somebody you're tryna get rid of."

HOMETOWN

"There ain't a reason on this earth I'd go back to my hometown."

"You know, I never felt like anyone."

"I didn't think that I was special, but I was too afraid to die."

"The American dream means stayin' young forever."

I NEVER LOVED YOU

"You can rest your head down and not feel any shame."

"I never loved you."

"I never loved you in vain."

"You left me standing in the parking lot."

"You never listen and I'm terrible too."

"If you stopped, I would've kissed you."

"I almost thought I heard you call my name."

DARWINISM

"They say that God makes no mistakes, but I might disagree."

"If everyone has someone, then the math just isn't right."

"I'm the only outlier, the lonely archetype."

"If everything is by design, well, I might disagree."

"You all know something that I don't."

"What if I'm just cosmic dust?"

"Well, I was born all by myself, it's not unlikely that I'll die that way as well."

LONELY IS THE MUSE

"I spent years becoming cool."

"In one single second, you can make a decade of my efforts disappear."

"Didn't know you were here."

"I was built from special pieces that I learned how to unscrew."

"I can always reassemble to fit perfectly for you."

"When you're done, you can discard me, like the others always do."

ARSONIST

"Your human starter kit came incomplete."

"My apologies, you loved me."

"Fool me twice, the shame is on me."

"Am I a victim in your game?"

"The punishment and crime are not the same."

"Somebody will love me for the way that I'm designed."

"Alchemy's not love, it's playing God."

"Have you ever given the world to somebody as a gift and had it returned?"

LIFE OF THE SPIDER (DRAFT)

"How could I even think of daring to exist?"

"I'm nothing but skin and bone these days."

"I should be getting better but I'm only getting worse."

HURT FEELINGS

"Maybe this is just another trick that hasn't happened yet."

"Blood is thick but water is forever."

"I thought that it was my fault and now sometimes I still do."

"I can't bear to fake a smile when you walk into the room."

LUCKY

"When I die, I won't have time to spend my money."

"I hope that you still love me."

"What do you do with a difficult grown up?"

"I told everybody I was fine for a whole damn year."

LETTER TO GOD (1998)

"I miss the days when I was getting texts I could just avoid."

"I've been tryin' to be calm and not pre-emptively destroy."

"Every time I'm in the real world, I just end up paranoid."

"I'm basking in these moments where I feel a shred of joy."

"I finally found somebody I don't wanna get rid of."

"This doesn't seem fair."

"I'm trying not to show it, but I'm terribly scared."

THE GREAT IMPERSONATOR

"Does a story die with its narrator?"

"This is a cry for help, callin' for assistance."

ALICE OF THE UPPER CLASS

"I think I'm gonna miss my train."

"The street signs all look the same."

"Can't you see that I'm an imposter?"

"Where's the fun in doing well?"

"You're headed to hell in the fast lane."

"I don't belong here, how 'bout you?"

[gabriel-xander]

Don't Forget

[Sans x Female!Reader]

8: Am I Gregnant?

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Toriel is standing outside the bathroom door with concern, respecting your privacy enough that she isn’t going to barge in, but still nosey to stand right outside. You knew this day would come, you just… you just weren’t ready for it.

“[Y/n], my child. I’m sure it’s not that bad,” Toriel says loudly.

“I’m gonna be bleeding out of my vagina for the next seven days, Toriel. This is as bad as it gets for me!” You shout from the bathtub, “Monsters don’t get their periods, so the Underground can’t sell me any pads or tampons!”

“I-I’m not sure I know what that is-”

“Further proving my point!”

“-But I’m sure we can find something that can help you.”

So you may or may not have started your period. Whoopdie-fucking-doo. Just as you were afraid of, you have no idea how you should navigate these (red) waters. You don’t have any pads or tampons, and monsters don’t have a menstrual cycle so there aren’t any products you can use.

The only solution you can think of is Dr. Alphys.

‘Sounds crazy, but LET ME COOK!’

From what you’re understanding in these books Toriel has, monsters don’t necessarily get sick, so there is no need to have primary doctors the way humans do. There is also no need to learn about human biology (obviously), but as the Royal Scientists, Dr. Alphys (and Sans but you still don’t really want anything to do with him) is more capable than everyone else in the Underground of learning something as complex as basic human biology.

You’re sure if you disguise it as allowing yourself to become a focus of study, Dr. Alphys will be eager to take the opportunity to learn about how you tick. In return for being a test subject, you ask her to help you make tampons that are safe for your body.

You know at the very least tampons are made of a bunch of cotton and rayon, but you’re no fucking expert (yet) so you can’t be so sure.

The only problem is that this requires Dr. Alphys to learn about your identity. You’re not too sure if this is a problem you want right now. You can’t just spend the whole week in the bathtub as your blood gets washed away (TMI, who cares), but you’re not too sure if you’re comfortable with sticking cotton up in your vagina either.

Hm…

Actually, wait.

”Toriel!” You call out, “Do you have any cotton and thin string?”

”Huh? We have a lot of leftover yarn from the sewing kit, but I don’t think I have any cotton… Give me a moment to look.”

She doesn’t leave you waiting for long, but she doesn’t come back with the best of news.

”I’m afraid I only have a few cotton balls left. Is that enough?”

Shit, it won’t be at all. Also, cotton balls aren’t the most ideal materials. Hmm… another option could be utilizing diapers and somehow turning them into pads. Wait, why don’t you just do that? It’s not the most ideal, but when you don’t have many options, there isn’t much room to complain. Besides, you’re pretty sure they’re more absorbent than actual pads anyway.

”You wouldn’t happen to have baby diapers, would you?” You ask loud enough for her to hear.

”Ah… baby diapers? No, I’m afraid not. Would you like me to buy some?”

”YES! Please!” You nearly sob in relief, “Just… Ughh, I really don’t want you to buy what’s unnecessary since they’re so expensive-”

“-Expensive? Pfft—Perhaps on the surface, but diapers are quite affordable.” Toriel knocks on the door, “I will buy a few different sizes, and you will decide which size is best for you. Though, I’m unsure how you would even use them…”

You chuckle, ”I can give you the human TLDR when you get back. Please hurry, T. I don’t wanna stay in this tub much longer.”

”Yes, I will be back soon, my child!”

Great. What a wonderful way to spend your morning. It had attacked you so randomly, and you didn’t even get cramps the days before. You had stained your sheets and frantically explained to Toriel that, no, you’re not dying and your vagina is NOT broken. Since monsters don’t need toilets, you opted to bleed out in the bathtub with the water filled up to your waist.

Oh shit, you completely forgot you asked Napstablook to hang out today. Hopefully, he decides to take his sweet ass time today and doesn’t arrive soon.

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Toriel stares at the ghost like a deer caught in headlights.

Here comes Napstablook!

”Oh, Napstablook,” Toriel blinks, “You’re here.”

”hi miss toriel… is [y/n] ready yet…? she told me she wanted to hang out again…” Napstablook shrinks back from Toriel’s stare, “um… is this a bad time…?”

The goat monster winces slightly, “It’s… certainly bad timing. Um…. Oh!”

The ghost flinches at her sudden loud noise.

”Why don’t you accompany me to the store first? [Y/n] needs some time before she can entertain guests right now.”

‘…uhhhhhh-‘

“oh… okay…” Napstablook waits for Toriel to lead the way before following after her, “is [y/n] feeling okay…?”

”Yes, yes… I-I think.”

‘YOU THINK?!’

“It’s a human thing, I believe. I’m ashamed to admit I’m not as knowledgeable about humans as I used to be.” Toriel tells him, “She asked for me to buy her… baby diapers.”

….HUHH?!?!? IS THE HUMAN 38 + 2 weeks… PREGANANANT?!

“uhhh… huh…” Napstablook isn’t sure what he should say…

The walk to the store was quick, awkward, and quiet. The ghost is too nervous to ask more if you are actually in labor, and the goat is too focused on her very serious mission of buying diapers for you.

Newborn monsters don’t need diapers for very long, hence why they’re not very expensive. When they’re too small to eat anything other than breast milk (don’t ask…), that type of liquid does pass through their body. However, after about a month or so, monster babies grow strong enough to eat regular monster-baby food.

Different monster types require different diaper sizes though, so Toriel buys one box of each size they come in. She and Napstablook were getting weird fucking looks though, people were getting the wrong idea about them shopping for diapers together. The poor ghost was blushing red as Toriel remained oblivious to how bad this might look for them. The ghost is also wondering why you need so many different types of diapers. You didn’t seem pregananant, but maybe humans experience that type of stuff differently?

Oh… Oh, God. You’re not… You’re not having, like… a thousand babies, are you?! Napstablook isn’t sure if he’s ready for that! He’s not ready to be a father! Yes, he knows you two are barely friends, but as the only man(?) in your life right now, surely that role falls onto him, right?!

“Alright, I think this should be enough.” Toriel nods, turning to look at the other, “Oh, dear. Are you alright, Napstablook?”

He is in tears: “i’m not ready to be a dad…!”

”…”

”…”

”…”

”…”

“…What?”

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Safe to say that Napstablook greatly misunderstood the situation. After calmly explaining the situation more to the ghost…

HE’S NOT REASSURED AT ALL!!

WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU’RE BLEEDING OUT OF YOUR HOO-HA?!?!? WHAT DO YOU MEAN THIS IS NORMAL HUMAN BEHAVIOR, AND AS A MATTER OF FACT, THIS IS GOING TO HAPPEN FOR SEVEN DAYS EVERY MONTH?!?! HOW ARE YOU NOT SCREAMING BLOODY MURDER AND CRYING YOUR EYES OUT?!?!

Or perhaps you are screaming bloody murder, they just don’t know it because they’re not with you at the moment. That’s soon about to change, however.

They’ve made it back to Toriel’s home, with Napstablook using the power of friendship and magic to help carry the paper bags holding the diapers. The goat mom was gently explaining some rules.

”That is why we shall wait for [Y/n] to take care of her business first. Afterward, we can ask her some questions about what exactly she is struggling with.”

The ghost nods along, “yes, miss toriel…”

She giggles, “You were quite ready to become a father, hm? Now, why would you come to a conclusion like that?”

Napstablook blushes again, “uuhhgg… please…! that was so embarrassing…!”

”Even if [Y/n] just so happened to be pregnant, why did you assume you would have to be the father, anyway?”

”w-well… i-i don’t know… i can’t be the mom since [y/n] would be the mom…”

That’s… not what she meant at all, but she supposes it doesn’t matter all that much. She doesn’t know if she should be concerned that the ghost assumed that he’d have to take a prominent role in your life if that were the case for some reason. Or if she should be happy that he would be there for you if you were going through a pregnancy.

Strange.

“Anyway, once we go in, it would be best to keep all questions and comments to ourselves. Understand?”

”yes, miss toriel…”

Upon entering the house, Napstablook looks around with awe and curiosity. This is, of course, his first time seeing the inside of Toriel’s house. It’s so cozy and welcoming, making Napstablook feel as if he’s at home. He does find the books messily scattered on the living room floor funny; somehow he just knows it’s your doing. There isn’t much time to actually sight-see since Toriel is beckoning him to follow her down the right hallway.

They reach the last door on the right across a big mirror. Toriel knocks on the door gently.

”[Y/n], my child, we have returned.”

”Oh, thank God! Wait—We??”

”Yes, I ran into Napstablook on my way to the store,” Toriel explains, “He helped me carry everything back here.”

”uhm… hi, [y/n]…”

“…Hey, Blooky.” You sigh, “Not that you aren’t the bee's knees, Blooky, but I need Toriel to bring in the goods. I mean, unless you wanna see a nake-”

”I-I think just myself will suffice!” Toriel interrupts, flustered, “Hand them over, Napstablook.”

The blushing ghost nods, “i’ll-i’ll wait in the living room…”

────

The smaller diapers worked just fine as regular-sized pads, and while they can’t exactly stick to your undergarments correctly, they were a perfect substitute in these trying times. You explained this to Toriel (and poor Napstablook) when she asked about it once you exited the bathroom. When he asked you why you needed them at all, you figured it was time for a brutal lesson.

You didn’t get your biology degree for nothing, after all.

“So!” You clap your hands together, “That’s why I gotta bleed for one week every month, every month, for the next 30-ish years of my life until I reach menopause around 50 years old.”

Toriel and Napstablook look fucking traumatized.

────

Sans, much to Napstablook’s gratitude, doesn’t spook the ghost this time when he leaves the Ruins. He’s leaning against one of the trees on the path close to the double doors, his arms crossed while taking a little nap. Becoming alert at another presence makes Sans wake up fully. His grin falters at Napstablook’s weary expression.

”woah…” Sans cautiously walks up to the other, “you okay, bud?”

Napstablook gives him a tired look, “i was almost a father-”

“what?!”

“-but it was a false alarm… turns out the human just bleeds a lot for no other reason than just being a girl…”

“…????” Sans squints his eye sockets, “i’m—not sure i’m following you here.”

”maybe that’s for the best…” Napstablook sighs, floating away, “sorry, sans, but the menstrual cycle took a lot out of me… i just wanna get home…”

………..The what????

“okay… see ya, bud.”

Sans… isn’t really sure what to make of all that.

────

You sit with Toriel in the lounge, cleaning up the books off the floor. Napstablook was a little overwhelmed after your little revelation on female anatomy. Understandable, to be honest. You’ve dealt with this shit for the better part of the last twelve years and you still aren’t used to it. Toriel seemed a little more familiar as she kind of remembered from her time on the surface in the past.

It makes you curious about how old she is. You think you remember that boss monsters tend to live a VERY long time, longer than most monsters anyway. Though, as far as you’re aware of, only Toriel and Asgore are the only ones in the game that show their souls persisting after death. Do they have something similar to Lobster Immortality? What about other monsters like the turtle in Waterfalls (that you totally remember the name of haha-)?

Speaking of…

You put the last book back on the shelf, “Hey, Toriel. I’ve been meaning to ask you something, but I’ve never had the chance to ask.”

Toriel, sitting on the beloved Chariel and solving a word search, looks up with a smile, “Yes, my child?”

“Is there a way to look at my soul without being in battle? Us humans never had a way to look at our souls, and never imagined that one day we could see it. I want to see it again.” You explain to her, putting a hand on your chest.

Toriel’s cheek dusted a light pink, “Yes, there is a way, but before I show you, I should explain something important first.”

You laugh nervously, “What, you’re not gonna tell me that souls are actually really private and intimate outside of battle, are you? Isn’t that a little cliche?”

“…”

“…”

“…”

“Oh, God damnit.”

“I’m afraid these are just the customs here in the Underground.” Toriel chuckles, “Usually, it’s fine to show your soul with family and friends you absolutely trust with your life. During a fight, the intentions are extremely different, so it feels different when you bring out your soul during intimacy, and even just to bring it out.”

Hm, you guess it makes sense all things considered. There was a book in the Librarby talking about the vulnerability of souls based on the situations, so it would make sense if it’s different outside of battle, too.

It doesn’t change the fact that it’s still a little cliche, but you guess there’s no way of going around that.

“So, in the future, I should be careful about who looks at my soul. I got it.”

“Yes, precisely. There is also the matter of Soul-Bonding, but perhaps that can wait for another day. It’s a rather lengthy discussion.”

Soul-Bonding? It should be pretty self-explanatory, but if Torlel said it should wait then you’ll have to take her word for it.

You put your hands on your hips,  “Gotcha. Well, what about now? Can you help me bring out my soul?”

“…” Toriel is looking at you with wide eyes, “You… Do you truly… trust me to such a degree?”

You don’t hesitate with your smile and nod, “Yeah, of course, Toriel. I know you’d never hurt me. At the end of the day, you are the family I come home to now, and I wanna keep it this way for as long as you’ll let me.”

Tears swell up in her eyes; she looks away while clearing her throat. You’re a little smug that you got her emotional, you’re not gonna lie. You hope she can feel your sincerity, all jokes aside because you mean what you say. It’s hard for you to be serious a lot of the time because of your past, but you always hope that others know you’re being honest whenever you are being heartfelt.

“I greatly enjoy your company as well, my child. You are the first human to have fallen down here in a long time, and… and you would be the first human who wanted to stay,” Toriel puts a hand on her chest, the amount of warmth and love in her smile catches you off guard, “If it’s something you’ll allow, then… I’d like to share my soul with you as well.”

Now THAT made you tear up so fucking fast. For Toriel, a boss monster, someone who has lived for centuries, for someone who understands incredibly well… for her to want to share her soul with you… the very culmination of her being…

You really shouldn’t be so surprised, but you are. These monsters barely knew Frisk, yet they loved and accepted them so quickly. It’s not completely far-fetched if they (Toriel more specifically) would also grow to have an affection for you. Especially because you’re actually spending time with them and getting to know them more personally. You just… You never expect those nice things to ever apply to you as well.

You’ve always had to earn your spot in the room, you’ve had to earn the recognition and love you get today. It was only when you had met and then lost your first love that you started to accept that the only person you ever had to prove was yourself (and him, of course…).

To be given this love now… after doing nothing at all other than just exist…

You wipe your eyes with the back of your hand, sniffling quietly. “Yeah…. It’d be an honor, Toriel. Thank you for trusting me.”

Her smile softens as she steps a little closer,  “Now, copy me, and do your best to mimic what I do.”

Toriel puts her dominant hand over the center of her chest, so you do the same.

“This part can be very tricky, but it becomes easy over time. First, imagine what you are trying to show me. How is showing me your soul supposed to show me who you are? Your soul is all you are now, all you were in the past, and all you will ever be. All insecurities, all confidence, all of your secrets that not even you allow yourself to see, everything of who you are…”

There’s a white glow underneath Toriel’s hand. When she pulls it away, a white, upside-down heart follows out of her body. You can’t describe its glow, only that the soul looks almost flat in color, with the glow surrounding it. There are small, dark gray cracks scattered randomly as if it has been damaged over the years from heartbreak and loneliness. The light bounces off the surroundings, illuminating the space between you two.

This is the first time seeing a monster soul in person, yet you somehow understand that not all souls are like this. This is unique to Toriel, and to who she is as a person.

That soul…. That is Toriel…. This is Toriel.

Toriel smiles, “…Bring it forward with the trust that whoever you are sharing yourself with will accept you. Your body and what you are willing to show on the surface is like a bouquet of flowers. But your soul is like the roots. And sometimes, no one knows what to do when Autumn comes. This is why it is so important to show your soul only to those you can absolutely trust. Do you understand now, my dear [Y/n]?”

You nod slowly, entranced by the soul in front of you.

Toriel doesn’t feel in danger, rather she feels… happy that you aren’t turning her away.

She lowers her hand, letting her soul float freely, ”Now that you understand more of what it means to share your soul, I understand if you might have second thou-”

You remove your hand from your chest, letting a yellow heart leave your chest without resistance. It looks the same size as Toriel’s, shiny and less flat than hers in terms of color.

It’s you!

”My…” Toriel stares in awe, “What a beautiful gold… I’ve never seen a golden soul before…”

…Huh. Actually, now that she said it, your soul does look more gold than it does yellow or orange. Maybe because it’s a mix of yellow and orange? You’re—still not sure if you think Justice best describes you, but maybe whatever orange means is good for you? IF your soul is a mix of colors, that is.

There’s a type of melody that plays from someone's soul that, from what Toriel understands, only monsters can hear. With a bit of magic though, she can share it with you.

“Give me your hand, my child.”

You put your dominant hand in hers, and suddenly, there's music playing in the room. Faintly you can recognize the melody of “Heartache” though it's much slower yet high in pitch to give it a more light-hearted feeling. A little louder, however, is a familiar song that you haven't heard in a while. 

No, it wasn't a song from Undertale. In fact, the song sounds like… Ah, it's on the tip of your tongue! The more you try to remember, the further the recognition gets away! The piano music was slow at first, but then strings were added to the mix once the rhythm started picking up. It's so beautiful… And so fucking familiar.

Toriel smiles at your song, “This is the melody of your soul, [Y/n]. Humans can't hear it, but monsters are able to during battles or in moments like these. With some magic coming from the heart, I am able to share it with you. Isn't it wonderful?”

Wait.

A damn.

Minute.

Are the characters' themes an actual thing? It's not just part of the game, but something that actually exists within their souls?

So what about your music? It's obviously derivative from somewhere else, and that answer could give you a lot of insight about yourself. After all, Toriel said before that souls are who you were, who you are, and who you will eventually be. That must apply to your soul’s music, right? What does this mean for you?

Granted you're not exactly complaining because this song is a banger. You wish you could recall it though, it's annoying that you don't know what it is. But honestly? You don't think it truly matters at the end of the day. What you do know is…

Toriel squeezes your hand gently, the music of your souls is beautifully mixed.

”What a beautiful soul,” Toriel says with a warm expression, “for such a beautiful human.”

…You are truly loved.

Your Sou's Music (wow so cheesy I know but it's so slay)

Tag List (did you still want to be tagged? oops it's been like 3 years my bad gang)

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[munchboxart]

Yay I got time to yap about Transformers figures

First things first, I'm a very selective and picky collector, aside from TFP Soundwave. I'm pretty sure I've collected most, if not all, available merch of him (including that stupid 30th anniversary blind bag one. If you need a figure from there that's in the v2, I will probably have it).

Anyways, so I'll be bringing up a lot of non-transforming figures since I care more about the looks rather than it's ability to transform. God I hate kibble so much, it's literally the biggest thing that makes or breaks a figure for me from buying it. The only reason why I've slowed down from collecting TF figures (also money because good god) is because so many figures have bad kibble or just prioritize transforming over looks.

ANYWAYS, I wanna talk about the figures I do like and wanna get. First and foremost, the Revoltech line. I initially didn't want to go buy any of the figures here because I don't really collect any of the characters in this line, but I did end up picking up Megatron and Starscream because good god, the packaging is so fucking good.

(Images from Plastic Crack)

Like I am so so so close to picking up Ultra Magnus too because he just looks so good + his toothpaste packaging that I love. I don't even want to collect Autobots (aside from maybe Jetfire) but look at this design!!!! It's just so yummy

As for figures I am thinking about going for next/like.

I really, really love the Flame Toys designs of their figures, although I do have one of their model kits (Thundercracker) and he is so loose. Like the moment I pick him up, he will fall apart in my hands 😭😭😭I've held back from buying their Soundwave model kit because I'm afraid of that happening again (also, I can't lie, I don't really... Care much about G1 Soundwave. He's cute and all but I'm tired of G1, but I don't really have a choice).

BUT, aside from their model kits, I do wanna pick up a Kuro Kara Kuri figure from them. That series line look so fucking good, especially Drift, Starscream and Megatron. But the one I have my eyes set on is TARNNNNN.

Back when this figure released (and even now), Tarn does not have a lot of figures, so him getting this well designed figure is such a treat to me. He can also glow!! I've unfortunately heard that his knock off of this figure is a little better, but I'll still have to look into that, but still! I've been obsessed with this figure for such a long time and I hope I can pick it up some day (bro is not cheap! And for good reason).

Oh and small side note, I wish more studios did more figures of IDW Megatron. I think it's one of the best designs of Megatron overall, I think it speaks really well to his character. He looks absolutely gorgeous here and happier than his Decepticon alt.

Also, me being a broken record about TFP but I really hope one day they actually do explore that series (they being Flame Toys). I bet their TFP Shockwave would look so so good, but I know their style is more gundam oriented. I'M JUST... I NEED TO LET IT GO 😭😭😭 BUT I NEED A THIRD PARTY TO JUST MAKE ONE MORE FIGURE OF THESE GUYS PLEASEEEE

Anyways I'll talk about one other figure series that I just learned today. Apparently Threezero has a DLX and MDLX series line (MDLX is just a smaller version of DLX but more articulated). I've actually been keeping an eye on them, as they also did a Dorohedoro series of figures and I REALLLYY WANT AN AIKAWA AND/OR KAI FIGURE SO BAD but anyways. Unfortunately, a lot of their Transformers figures are the ones from the Bayverse that I giga don't give a fuck about, but I can't lie, their Shockwave looks so fucking good.

Soundwave's looks a little too chunky for me, but this one looks absolutely perfect (his hand is kind of tiny though, LOL). He looks so well built and sturdy and balanced as hell here. I probably won't pick it up in a long while since he's also kind of expensive (also Tarn looks way more appealing, sorry SW) but still a note I'd like to keep.

I also mentioned earlier, but D-16 is also getting a figure from them! MDLX Specifically, and he looks really fucking good here. I will say, I hate how long the legs are, but thats a TFONE issue.

That's all I have for figures I want to get next, but I wish I had more to talk about or want. As I've mentioned, I'm super picky on the figures I want, like hell, all of these are non-transforming figures, but god I really wish more studios did them. I think a lot more of the Asian studios are taking that route luckily, and I really can't wait to see more. Unfortunately, a lot of them are sticking to the big 2-4 (OP, Megatron and maybe Starscream & Bumblebee, understandably but it's so dry here 😭), but Flame Toys seem to be exploring more characters so I can't wait to see more from them.

Transformers RED also seemed like a promising line when it first came out, ESPECIALLY BECAUSE THEY ALSO DID TFP FIGURES... But it's so disappointing to hear how bad the quality was 😭😭😭 At least Knockout got some justice out of it...

Side tangent of the figures I do own:

I actually don't... Really have figures I really like as much as the ones I've shown above. I do have a Masterpiece of Soundwave (although, I don't know if it's genuine, but I also kind of don't care). Transforming is fun and all, but I am so afraid of chipping the paint of this thing that I don't transform it much. Other than that, most of my other figures are TFP figures of Soundwave (I have 2, I'll explain in a bit), Shockwave, and a figure of the Vehicon Armada (I do want to collect more to be honest, but I don't have enough space).

For the 2 Soundwaves I have, both of them are APC toys (because I am not fucking spending $100 on the official one that retailed for $20-$30 bucks, and the figure isn't even that good!). The variants I have are the Serpent Bell one and the Demonic Whisper. The Serpent Bell one is just one I picked up because the original sold out, only to find out a week or so later that they released Demonic Whisper. I think Demonic Whisper is a lot more show accurate. I just looked it up again and there's apparently a 2.0 that I might fucking get because I'm INSANE. Also side tangent again, I fucking hate the blue they go with for the figures of him. They went with the 3d model colors but for that entire show, he was not fucking blue, he was dark purple and I am so happy APC Toys did him justice.

For Shockwave, I picked up the Beast Hunters variant. It's the best version and most show accurate one I believe. I was tempted to pick up the limited edition lab one but the yellow pissed me off so much. I wish there were better versions of him because this iteration is so fucking good and his figures could do so much better...

The Vehicon one I have was just for fun, but I also kind of want to collect more to have a tiny army because they're so funny. I'm pretty sure it's the official version, but I don't mind buying the APC toys one too. I saw a seller selling their army of them once and it made me so sad... If I had the money, I would get all of them 😔

I really wish I had more figures, but also the figures I do have are filling up so much of one shelf in my collection LOL (my Gundams are also in there. Don't talk to me about Gundam story, IDGAF about Gundams, frankly I hate them aside from the bot designs).

Anyways, long rant OVER

[thechangeling]

According to you

In honor of disability pride month. Also to my fellow ADHD peeps I HIGHLY reccomend you listen to According to you by Oranthi.

Cw: Internalized ableism

It's a mess. A catastrophe. A fucking swirling giant black hole of words and concepts and shit that straight up just don't make sense.

Kit sat on his bed in his room at Cirenworth trying not to let his emotions spiral into fucking oblivion as he did his science homework. Or at least was trying to.

Trying being the key word here.

It was annoying because normally if he found the right way to make his brain process the information then it wasn't that complicated. But the font on these textbooks is small and cramped together and sentences bleed and crash into each other like a giant tsunami or some shit and Kit's just left with this overwhelming feeling of helplessness.

The same helplessness he felt in his classes, trying to listen to the teacher and actually do what he was supposed to be doing for once but then like always his mind would just end up wandering without his permission. He would just drift off and float away, not taking in anything the teacher had said. And now here he is, left with his confusion and his crushing stupidity.

So stupid  His brain reminded him. He is so fucking stupid. Worthless waste of space.

Kit took a deep breath and tried to refocus on the page in front of him, tapping his fingers on the illustration of cells. He hummed under his breath to calm himself, Knights of Cydonia by Muse.

He couldn't help but think that if Ty were here he could probably explain it in a way that made sense. Kit waved that thought away. Kit had been struggling in school for a while now but this past term had just really taken the cake. Junior year was kind of a hellscape, his friends agreed, but Kit seemed to be struggling more.

He kinda saw this coming seeing as he had literally homeschooled himself for the majority of his life because Johnny didn't care enough to do it himself. His heart squeezed a little at the memory of his father and how he just never really gave a crap. It had taken a long time for Kit to stop blaming himself and start feeling anger towards Johnny for what happened. Therapy and talking to Tessa and Jem helped, but there was still this nagging feeling deep down that he didn't deserve this kindness, this kind of care.

Like it was all an illusion or a trick, or they just wanted something from him. He still had the urge to transform, to try and become whatever they wanted to make them happy. It was an urge that, according to his therapist would fade with time.

Kit wasn't so sure. Sometimes it just like he was going around in circles.

His angsty spiral was interrupted by the sound of his ringtone telling him he got a text. He sighed, exasperated and flung his textbook closed, picking up his phone.

Nessie: Hey I got a gig tonight u wanna come?

Nessie: Mari and Lizzie are coming

Crap. Kit desperately wanted to go. Music was his cure-all for feeling like shit and he always wanted to hang out with his friends. But there was no way he could make it and get his homework done.

Stupid brain.

Kit: sorry I can't 😔

Kit: got too much hw 🤮

He knew Nessie would get it, but still. He forced himself to put his phone down and turn back to what he was attempting to read. He had seven questions from the textbook to do. Technically that wasn't not too bad. It shouldn't take that long, and yet.

Kit had been there for three fucking hours.

He stuck his pencil in his mouth and begun to chew. His text notification beeped again.

He tried to ignore it. He really did.

It didn't work.

Kit grabbed his phone, feeling a weird sense of anxiety brewing in his gut for some reason. He knew Nessie wouldn't be mad but he was still afraid.

Nessie: Do u need help?

So so much. Like everyday all of the time. But Kit couldn't tell her that.

Kit: no offense but didn't u barely graduate?/lh 

Nessie: Fuck you/lh Do u want my help or not?

Kit laughed out loud. There's never been a mood so sour that his best friend couldn't pull him out of it. He was kind of not feeling great about the idea of Nessie helping him because the two of them together had a tendency to get side tracked and she had a gig to get to.

But he felt crushed and empty and overwhelmed. He can admit that he needed help. More importantly he needed her.

Kit: ok sure 😊

Kit: thanks nessie 🥰

Nessie: Don't mention it love.

Janessa moved fast, being a vampire and all so it didn't take her long to get to Kit's house. He played some music from his phone while he waited, The Pretty Reckless. He had just started Medicine when he heard a knock on his bedroom window.

His friend was eagerly perched on his windowsill wearing what Kit assumed was her outfit for the gig tonight, black leather pants, a tight black halter top with metal chains holding the fabric of the two sides of the shirt together, and what probably passed in Nessie's mind as reasonable heels. Simple black boots that are only four inches.

Her long dark curls billowed around her in the wind which seemed to be pretty harsh. But Kit knew Nessie wouldn't suffer the cold. She knocked more impatiently against the glass and Kit paused his music, getting up to push the window open.

"Finally!" She groaned, leaping down into his room with all the grace of a creature of the night. "I was out there for fucking forever."

Kit playfully rolled his eyes. "It was literally only two seconds. You're just impatient as shit Nessie."

She glared at him in a nonthreatening way. "Hey I'm the one who ran all way here. I did exercise for you! Exercise Christopher!" Her lips turned up slightly as though she were trying not to laugh.

Kit snorted. "You're a vampire, babe, nothings exercise for you anymore," he pointed out.

Nessie shifted on her feet and crossed her arms in that the way she did when she didn't want to admit she was wrong. "Yeah whatever."

"So what's this crap?" She bounced herself onto his bed and picked up his textbook.

"That's the source of my crushing defeat," he grumbled, flopping back down. "I just can't get my brain to work."

"Mood," Nessie said with a smirk. She had ADHD which she was still unmedicated for seeing as vampires couldn't take any medications and she hadn't been diagnosed until it was too late. Until she was already dead.

She had told him about feeling such intense mood switches that sometimes she could hardly control, being distracted by everything to the point where sometimes she couldn't concentrate on anything and having periods of being stuck where her brain just wouldn't let her do anything. It all sounded a little frighteningly familiar.

But he wasn't like that. Kit didn't have ADHD. He wasn't struggling that badly, it was still manageable. Sort of. Things were just really shitty sometimes.

Nessie sighed. "Ok. This doesn't make any sense."

Kit groaned. "See I told you!" He ran his hand through his hair frantically. "It's fucking senseless! Or maybe I'm just fucking stupid. I know that's probably what my teacher thinks."

Nessie's head snapped up. "What? The fuck did they say?" Kit could see her fangs through her snarl. She was getting into full protective Janessa mode.

Kit moaned softly, burying his face in his hands. "Oh you know," he rubbed his face. "Just that I should have been paying attention the first time. And he said that if I wasn't always zoning out in class then maybe I would have a better grasp of the material."

"Jackass," she hissed, tossing the book to the ground. "Don't listen to that prick he doesn't know you."

Kit brought his knees up to his chest. "I don't know. Maybe he's right. Maybe I'm just not trying hard enough."

Janessa had a strange look on her face, almost like she was trying to suppress an emotion that wasn't on brand. One that showed vauneability. She shook her head, bitting her lip. "No, Kit-Kat you're doing the best you can with what you're got. Believe me I know."

Kit felt tears form in his eyes. "But it's not good enough. It's never good enough."

And that's when Nessie broke, throwing her arms around him and pressing him to her chest. Her bones were digging into him and his cheeks were burning from the tears sliding down his face but he felt safe.

He felt loved.

Janessa always claimed that she wasn't an affectionate person, that she didn't like being soft. It seemed like Kit was her Achilles Heel. "You are good enough, always," she murmered. "More then good enough for me. Fuck everybody else."

They clung to each other in silence. Two broken battered and unwanted souls. Unsure of how to love, but trying anyways.

Kit eventually pulled himself away. "You're gonna miss your gig. Think of all those poor queer alt rock fans you'll be letting down."

Nessie snorted. "Yeah well, too fucking bad. You and I are gonna sit here and figure out what the hell symbiosis even if it kills me."

"You're already dead."

"You know what I mean," she grumbled, prompting up Kit's textbook on her knees. "Do you think it would help if I got my phone to read it out to you? Like an audiobook?"

Why the fuck hadn't he thought of that?

"I mean maybe?" Kit sighed. "Sorry I just feel so stupid."

"Hey!" She chastised him. "You are not stupid. You are incredibly fucking smart. You just have a different learning style and nobody doing shit to support that. Also I know you don't wanna hear this but you probably have ADHD."

Kit pouted. He really didn't feel like having this conversation again. "Nessie can you please just help me get this done?"

She looked like she wanted to argue but decided against it. "Fine. Game faces on. Let's get it done." She picked up her phone.

Kit nodded, picking up his notebook and pencil. "Hey Nessie?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks."

She smirked. "Don't mention it Kit-Kat." She scrolled through her phone, probably looking for the textbook online so google could read it out loud. She began to hum under her breath.

Kit recognized the song. Not right away but as an old song he only partially remembered the words to. But the more he thought about the more it came back.

I'm a mess in a dress can't show up in time, even if it would save my life, according to you, according to you.

But according to him-

Kit felt a grin spread across his face. Nessie wasn't looking at him but he could see she was smiling too.

But according to her...

Btw if you aren't a part of online neurodivergint circles, the tone tag lh stands for lighthearted.

Zia if you catch the slight Eight reference in this fic, I will be super happy.

Tagging: @lavender-scented-rat   @littlx-songbxrd    @have-a-holly-jolly-angstmas @phoenix-and-dragon @amchara @wagner-fell @sandersgrey @the-wckd-powers @spooky-drusilla @ellexu

[proxis-shattered-expectations]

What Jedi and/or clones do you think the Horsemen would get along with? If Strife were to meet Anakin and Ahsoka, the galaxy would shrivel up in fear from the amount of chaos those three would unleash

Strife meets the most Chaotic duo of the Galaxy...yeah sounds about right.🤣😂. Them as a trio truly would cause havoc amongst the stars, hell singlehandedly could have ended the clone wars there. Here is a list

Strife

. So you know what kind of stunts Anakin and Ahsoka would pull as a pair..... Throwing a trigger happy Nephilim in with no qualms with breaking rules, now multiply that by 100.

. Anakin is the actions first plan later kind of guy that ends up miraculously working. Ahsoka goes along for the ride, sometimes pulling stunts like he would. Strife is much more worse than those two combined.

. Kinda like the crazy uncle that would fully know he is breaking the rules, does it anyway out of spite and just to see if he can do it.....yeah they would get along, just don't put them on important missions together if you wanna see battleships in one piece.

. So a couple others Strife would get along with is Quinlan Vos, both very similar, and with a penchant for doing things the unconventional way. Also Jedi wise, probably would vibe with how chill Kit Fisto is.

. Also, I have a feeling Jedi younglings would love this guy because he lets them get away with anything. Pranks, sneaking outta the temple, basic stunts that Strife corrupts the younglings with.

. Strife and R2-D2 would be a terrifying pair. Both sassy and Strife likes R2 for the fact he is small yet competent. Both are not afraid of doing their own thing.

. Okay but like .....you know this MF would get along with most clones. Especially Fives, Jesse, Echo, Tup, and surprisingly Rex. I think Strife would easily recognize the individual traits and personalities, and appreciate that most of them know how to take a joke. Also, helmet Bros.

. Probably the most likely to pull pranks with Fives/Echo/Jesse. Harmless of course, but switching up the alarms with clown music is too good to pass up.

. And yes, I headcanon that he would love hanging out with the bad batch. A group of misfits pulling Black ops level missions like it's a walk in the park. It's Strife's kind of fun.

. Non Republic wise, he could even get along with a select few of Bounty hunters, pirates, and civilians. Really depends tho.

. Not many senators either, he thinks most are too boring or stuck up. The Chancellor creeps him the fuck out.

War

. He has always been a tough nut to crack, but he would respect a few.

. Surprisingly enough I think he would get along with Yoda. He thinks the speech pattern is different, but would like his nature more than the other Jedi.

. Also few clones. Not for any reason of malice, other than they wear helmets most of the time, it gets more confusing with the shinies. But Wolff and Cody are distinct to him. Both are men he identifies that are similar in calculating and strategic mind. He respects that.

. Now unlike Strife, you can put War with any Jedi and mission, and while he likes working alone, can get along and work with most Jedi generals. His sense of duty and priority towards the success of the mission takes precedence, and so most Jedi can find an ally in him.

. Plus it helps to have a giant Nephilim with a giant sword to cut down droids like paper, being nigh invincible and a powerhouse.

. Anakin's methods, while unconventional to War, he respects him due to his passion towards the duty of peace keeping and to protecting others.

. As for Jedi younglings and padawans, I think they would be terrified of him at first. Whether it be through Strife's influence or the fact that being so strong, nothing can hurt him, some would be curious.

. War would want to keep his distance for their safety and knowing he is intimidating. But for the few that do get close, I think War would find their company while insistent, kind of endearing. He would tell them stories, and even a listening ear to those that have kid problems, and can't exactly talk about it to the other Jedi.

. Outside of the Jedi, probably some senators, only the few that strive for peace.

. Maybe while traveling might make friends with some other remote alien species, most likely warrior class species.

. Also some bounty hunters would gain his respect. Embo, Sugi, and even little Boba.

Fury

. Begrudging tough lady Nephilim, would respect anyone who has the guts to stand up for themselves and talk back to her.

. Most likely candidates include Ahsoka, Anakin, Obi Wan, Aayla, and Shaak ti. And a couple others I can't name at the moment.

. She would get along with Ahsoka a great deal. Hands down.

. Even more surprising, would have a high respect for Tera Sinube. Very unconventional, but he is light hearted and very wise and witty. Despite his age, Fury would get along with him.

. Anyone hear Badass jedi woman with badass Nephilim lady. Oof, I fear for those that stand against that.

. Jedi younglings at first would make her groan in frustration, but that's at first. Would never admit it, but she does find them endearing.

. They are smarter than your average child, full of life and questions, and their tenacity is admirable. Begrudgingly, they grow on her.

. Does not like politics, but could get along with Padme or Chuchi. They are true to their beliefs, and are not corrupt, so Fury likes the conversation.

. Despises the Banking Clan, to her they are worse than Vulgrim with working both sides of the war for money.

. Clones wise, while she finds their duty bound loyalty annoying, she does respect their compassion for one another. And their sense of brotherhood is something she finds familiarity with. Cuz despite how much she gets in dispute with her brothers, she respects them and their strengths. They always have each other's back.

Death

. So we know Death is the unofficial Dad/Brother of the four....so who better to get along with than Plo koon.

. Plo koon and Death would have the best conversations about philosophy and their respective children (Plos being the clones he unofficially adopts). Both have the patience of a saint, and it doesn't help that both are the best dualists of their respective groups.

. Both Sass masters must meet. Obi wan Kenobi and Death have so much salt and sass to give, the universe could not possibly contain their sarcasm.

. I can only imagine the sass battles between these two, it would be merciless for the one who decides to get on both their nerves. Rip to their victims.

. Ok but like, Death gives so much energy of tired old man that has an attracting aura for Jedi younglings.

. Sure he is scary looking, but the dad energy cracks through the seams, and the younglings can sense it. So they are drawn to the nephilim that would rather die than admit how cute he finds them.

. Those kids despite his complaints, have him wrapped around their finger.

. You know how in the game, Death gets asked for favors everywhere, and while he gets annoyed with it, he does it anyway. Yeah that's how he builds friendships. Acts of service, never with words.

. Is like War, can get along with most Jedi, and might unofficially become the one that gets a good amount of them out of trouble. (I'm looking at you Anakin).

. This goes for the Clones too. Gravitates toward the Bad batch more so because of their loyalty to one another and their efficiency of working on with their strengths and Weaknesses.

. He would def be in the friend group of the older Jedi. Yoda, Luminara, Ima gun di and Sinube especially.

. Doesn't really interact with the senators, but has murderous intent towards the Chancellor without even meeting him.

. I am bias, but he would def know other alien languages, and just springs that surprise on his siblings as he talks fluent Wookie or Kyuzo. 😂🤣

Thank you for the ask

[fandomfoodiedancer]

The Stitch Up Job pt 2

summary: it’s the title :)

warnings: smut, fluff, Eliot being Eliot

A/n: I just love Eliot and love Leverage. Please ask/send requests if you want to! Ps, it’s not edited sorry. <3

Your mind was fuzzy, unsure of how you'd moved from the bathroom with the first aid kit and into his bedroom, but you didn't have it in you to care. His lips were warm and strong but gentle on yours and the passion you felt between you was enough to make you want to burst. He was all that mattered. As his hands held your hips tightly to him, a soft groan poured from his mouth as you lightly pulled his hair mid kiss, and you knew he felt the same about you. This was all you'd wanted for years, but there was still some anxiety in the back of your mind. Eliot must have sensed it in your touch, pulling slightly away to rest his forehead on yours.

“You ok darlin?” You let his smooth voice wash over you, deciding to tell him the truth.

“I'm just a bit anxious. I really really want this, want more than this, but I'm nervous as I don't have much experience, especially not like you do and I don't want to fuck up somehow. Plus the stitches on your chest need to heal.” You looked down from him, trying not to be embarrassed.

“Oh honey. I want this too, want you too, and there's nothing for you to be anxious or afraid about. If you don't want this then that's all good sweetheart, but trust me when I say there is no way you could fuck up. I'm here with you and you're here with me, that's all that matters. My experience only means I can make this better for you, make you feel good. As for the cut on my chest, I can't think of a better way to numb and forget about the pain than this, huh?” The way he lifted and eyebrow made you giggle. “Now that's better love. We don't have to do anything tonight if you don't want to, we never have to do anything unless you want to, but I'm here and nothing will change how I feel about you love.” The gentle kiss on your forehead reminded you that you were safe. He wouldn't judge you, wouldn't leave you like other guys have. He was here to stay, and you wanted nothing more than him right now.

Reaching up from where your hands held the back of his neck, you cupped his cheek and swept a bit of hair behind his ear, smiling. Understanding the message to be soft, Eliot tilted his head so his nose would brush yours, before letting his lips fall onto you once again.

It didn't take long for the kiss to heat up again, lips pressing harder on each other, mouths parting to taste each other and you held each other as close as possible. You let out a soft sigh as he pressed you into him with his strong arms, biting your lip as he kissed your neck and collar bone. The feeling of his hard cock straining in his jeans, pressing into your hip made you relish the feeling of warmth and arousal spreading through your body.

Impatiently, your hands wandered down his smooth torso, exploring his soft and strong chest and stomach, stopping at his waistband to give a gentle tug. He smirked into the kiss before pulling your shirt off. You unbuckled and unzipped his jeans, pushing them down his strong thighs as he undid yours, watching them fall to the ground.

“Damn baby-girl. I always thought you were stunning, and now, well... Fuck, now I don't think there's a word to describe how sexy you are” You blushed and tried to hide it.

“I could say the same about you handsome” You tried hard not to stare as you looked him over appreciatively, walking forwards to kiss him again, when his strong hands turned you so your back was pressed to his chest, as he wrapped his arms around your waist to hold you to him, making you feel delectably small.

“Mmmh, sweetheart. You're gonna feel so good. I wanna make you feel so good, fall apart for me angel. I'm gonna admit it will be a bit more difficult with the cut on my chest, but there's ways around it.” One hand traced patterns just below your bra, whilst the other slid downwards slowly, drawing circles above your panties on your hip. “Can I touch you sweetheart?”

Not trusting your voice, you nodded.

“I need words baby, can't do this without them” You smiled at how sweet he was, reminding you why you trust and love him.

“Yes Eliot, please” It came out more gaspy than you had hoped, but your heard a soft chuckle from the hitter behind you. A rough yet gentle hand dipped under the waistband of your panties, softly and slowly toying and teasing your folds, around your slit, testing your patience. Feeling his cock brush your ass, your pressed against him more, hoping he would understand your needs and speed the teasing up. Soon enough, a warm finger ran through your folds, gathering slick and swirling oh so gently on your clit. You reached back and held onto his hair, your other hand holding his forearm.

“So wet baby girl. Does this feel good? Do you like it when I touch you like this?”

An incoherent moan left your mouth when he applied more pressure to your clit, before bringing his finger down further and gently pressing it into your entrance. Biting back a moan, you clenched around his single finger, feeling so built up you could burst. As his finger moved in and out of you, you clutched to him, desperate for release. Before you could register, another finger had joined the first, and you cried out a moan as you adjusted to the stretch.

“Oh fuck. Eliot” His name came out as a prayer and he groaned at your voice. His fingers sped up, and he shifted his hand so his thumb would brush your clit every thrust. It was too much. The scent of his cologne, the strong arms wrapped around you, his hard cock pressed against you and his sinfully sweet fingers inside you. He felt you clenching and how tense you were, knowing you were close.

“Cum for me y/n. I want you to feel so good. Cum for me.”

His voice was the final straw along with the kisses on your neck. The coil in your stomach broke, and you held onto him tightly, crying out as he helped you through the waves of ecstasy. His fingers slowed their rhythm, until he gentle pulled them out, making you wince. Before you could notice, you heard a moan from Eliot, turning to see him sucking you off his fingers.

“Oh, you taste so good darlin. The perfect mix of sweet and salty, I could eat you out all day.” You couldn't seem to form the words for how sexy that made you feel, so you settled for pulling him into a searing kiss.

“As amazing as that sounds Eliot, you just made me feel so good, I want to return the favour” You gave him your best seductive stare, hoping it would work.

“Whilst it pains me to say this baby, I don't think I'll last much longer, not when my chest hurts and I'm so fucking turned on for you right now. That being said, please don't think you have to either.” He looked so beautiful and sincere, you had to pull yourself together to remember to answer and not just swoon.

“That's ok babe, no stress” You pulled away from him with a timid smile that grew bigger as you took off your bra and panties, lying on the bed for him, watching the muscular man in front of you groan before stalking towards the bed like you were his prey. Before settling on the bed, he took off his boxers. You tried not to stare, you really did, but now you knew why all the of girls he picked up at bars looked so happy after their stay. He was big, and thick, but not so big it was scary, just perfectly Eliot.

“Like what you see?” You thought he would look smug, but instead, he seemed nervous, but trying to cover it up.

“I love what I see. I love you Eliot” The sex didn't matter anymore. All that mattered was Eliot, kissing him, giving him all of your love so you could try to heal the broken parts of him that would never show. He let you, for once in his life he let you take control, ever so gently, as you laid him down on the bed, kissing him all the while.

You reached over to the nightstand, grateful for the condoms inside, sliding one onto Eliot's cock before returning your mouth to his.

“I love you y/n.” The look in his eyes held it all. It said everything he didn't have the words to express. You were his everything, the sun, the moon, the stars, the ocean, the forest. You were his hope, and he saw beauty and so much hope for the world in you. He even saw the redemption he thought he needed in you.

And he saw how you looked at him. Like he had saved you, like he was your world and the world would stop without him. You looked at him with the same romantic, love sick eyes as you did when you watched Shakespeare in Love with him, you looked at him like he was the hall of mirrors at Versailles, endlessly and eternally beautiful. He saw the how you looked at him like he wasn't a monster or something that needed fixing. You looked at him like he was worthy of the love in your eyes.

Neither of you could take it anymore. You sunk down on him, moaning at the stretch, clenching around him which caused his own groan. Soft, slowly thrusts, grinding on him, turned into more. You're moans spurred him on, his groans making you whimper. The push and pull, the constant flow of emotions between you and the feeling of the immense physical pleasure had you both on edge, so, so close, and one more kiss was all it took.

Holding firmly onto your hips, thrusting hard and unevenly into you, Eliot groaned out your name, cumming hard, working you through your own waves of pleasure as you held onto his shoulders, crying out from the feeling and clenching hard around him.

Finally things slowed down, and he became still inside you. Neither of you cared about moving, all you wanted to do was kiss. He cupped your cheek, looking deep into your eyes. No words passed between you, but the kiss was soft and tender. You stayed that way all night. Sharing the bed and kissing in between falling asleep.

Tagging:

@wannabemarlenabutiscoraline​

[matthewfairchildfanclub]

TSC but it's incorrect quotes.

Jem: Hey, Will, what's up?

Will: Well, I'm sitting in a pool of my own blood.

Jem: Is it... your own?

Will: Oh, yeah, probably.

Jem: Where is it coming from?

Will: Probably the stab wound.

Jem: yoU'VE BEEN STABBED?!

Will: Oh, yeah definitely.

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Kit: I wrote a song called I'm Late For My Final Exam and it's just three minutes of me screaming.

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Emma: Look upon the filed which I grow my fucks. Lay thine eyes upon it and see that it is barren.

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Will: Do you ever wonder how an author would describe you in a novel? Like, not only your appearance, but also your little habits and stuff. I wanna know how I'd be described.

Gabriel: Bet it would be something like "so here's this asshole."

Will: Honestly, fuck you, Gabriel.

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Kit: I mixed up Donkey Kong with King Kong and accidentally said Kinky Kong to my parents.

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Izzy: Who is that weirdo on TV? He's running downtown with eight dogs.

Magnus: THAT'S MY WEIRDO

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Sebastian: Be warned, I can kill you.

Jace: Be warned, I can die.

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Jace: Excuse me, who made Alec the boss of the group.

Clary: You did.

Simon: You said, "Alec should be the boss."

Izzy: And then you said, "lets vote," and it was unanimous.

Magnus: And then you made him this plaque that says, "Boss of us."

Magnus: And put little sparkles all over it.

Jace:... all valid points.

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Simon: What are you guys talking about? I'm like the backbone of this family.

Jace: You're more like the appendix of this family, no one knows what you're here for.

Alec: Also prone to explode at any given moment.

Jace: And a real pain to remove.

Simon: Fuck you guys.

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Emma: What's your problem?

Cristina: He keeps using common phrases incorrectly.

Kieran: Oh, cry me a table, Cristina.

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Cecily: If a guy calls you "princess" in a condescending manner, assert your newly appointed royal status and have him beheaded.

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Will: I could get killed.

Will: Or even worse. Jem could give me a lecture on responsibility again.

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Dru: What color are Emma's eyes?

Julian: The warm chestnut of well-worn leather when the sun comes out after days of rain.

Dru: What?

Julian: I said brown.

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Gabriel: Hello, Will, make anyone cry today?

Will: Sadly, no, but it's only 4:30.

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Will: Rubbing alcohol is for outside wounds. Drinking alcohol is for inside wounds.

Matthew: Cheers! I'll drink to that.

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James: What are you going to bring to dinner?

Matthew: My negative attitude and sparkling personality.

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Tessa: You're late.

Kit: Listen, I just spent twenty minutes in a standoff with the biggest cockroach I have ever seen, so that's where I'm at... mentally.

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Julian: I told you to stop doing that with the knives.

Dru, with knives taped to her hands: But Wolverine has-

Julian: I said stop.

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Aline: The only thing that seems to motivate you guys is pancakes.

Tavvy: Pancakes?

Ty: I love pancakes!

Dru: Do we have maple syrup?

Julian: I'll go buy some.

Emma: Where are they?

Aline: THERE ARE NO PANCAKES!

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Jace: And once again, Jace and Magnus save the day!

Alec: You didn't do anything.

Alec: It was all Magnus.

Jace: We're a package deal. Everyone knows that.

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Tessa: How can one man have so many enemies?

Will: I'm a people person who talks shit and drinks.

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Matthew: You're my best friend, but I'd fuck you if you asked.

James: What?

Matthew: What?

Lucie, from across the room: HE SAID HE'D FUCK YOU IF YOU ASKED!

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Matthew: What if we kidnap-

James: No.

Matthew: Steal-

James: No.

Matthew: Blow up-

James: Not even a little.

Matthew: You're no fun.

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Julian: We need to distract the enemies.

Emma: Right, I can do that.

Julian: What are you going to do?

Emma: I'm gonna kill them all.

Emma: That ought to distract them.

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Mark: I have a sword!

*two minutes later*

Mark: I have lost the sword.

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Kit: My friendship with Dru is over.

Ty: What?

Kit: She stole my fries.

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Kit: Baking yeast has alcohol in it, but you can't get drunk off eating bread.

Kit: Trust me, I've tried.

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Kit: I know you think my judgment is clouded because I like Ty a little bit-

Jem: You doodled your wedding invitation.

Kit: That was our joint tombstone.

Jem: My mistake.

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Clary, through the door: Are you decent?

Jace: Not morally, but I'm wearing pants if that's what you're asking.

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Kit: Ty, let's play 20 questions!

Ty: Okay, what's your favorite color.

Kit: Aces. My turn, do you like boys?

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Julian, coming to bail the group out of jail: I hate you sometimes, you know.

Emma: Welcome to the club! You are one of 53 members. We make t-shirts and have meetings every Wednesday at 4.

Julian: What?

Mark: We would meet earlier, but Kit gets out of school at 3.

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Jace, to Izzy and Simon at their wedding party: Alright, everyone, Saturday is the big day! A lot of us thought this day would never come. I may have been one of those people.

Izzy: I may have also been one of those people.

Simon: Wait, are we talking about our wedding?

Izzy: Yes.

Simon: Oh, yes, I was also one of those people.

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Emma: Julian and I slept together.

Cristina: And?

Emma: ... I thought you would be a little more surprised.

Cristina: Oh, sorry.

Cristina, in a shocked voice: AND?!

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Ty: The dishes aren't in alphabetical order!!!!

Kit: Excuse my language, but what the F U C K does that mean?

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Lucie: We shouldn't complain.

Matthew: I'm gonna complain anyways.

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Dru: Kit? Are you alive? Knock once for yes, twice for no.

Kit: *pauses, then knocks twice*

Dru: What do we do? Kit's dead!

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Will: Do you know....? Do you KNOW what it's like to be AFRAID of YOURSELF?!

Tessa, thinking of all the money she blew on a scam: Geez, man, I sure do-

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Clary: Simon, you've got a lot to offer Izzy. You're funny, you're smart-

Magnus: You're creative, you've got style...

Jace:

Magnus:

Clary:

Jace: Oh, did you want me to say something?

Jace: You have brown hair, your name is Simon.

Simon: Thanks, Jace.

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Will: I've done a lot of dumb shit.

Tessa: I witnessed the dumb shit.

Cecily: I remember the dumb shit.

Magnus: I joined you in the dumb shit.

Jem: I tried to stop you from doing the dumb shit!

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Jace: Okay, so-

Alec: No. Don't you dare! Stop. Stop. I don't wanna hear it. I have been cleaning up your messes for way too long and now I'm aging prematurely. You are driving me steadily insane. So I don't wanna hear it. Go away. I'll be dead next month at this rate. Leave me alone.

Jace: I was just gonna ask you if you wanted toast...

Alec: Oh, well. No thank you.

Jace: Good, because I blew up the toaster and now one of the plants is on fire.

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Kit: If you are about to be stabbed, just say, "I have too much swagger for the dagger," and they will leave you alone.

Dru: Or stab you a hundred more times.

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Will: WHO ATE MY FRIES

Will: I'M GONNA FUCKING KI-

Jem: I did.

Will:-ss you and buy you more. You haven't been eating enough.

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James: A waiter could literally murder me and I'd still tip 20%

Matthew: I would actually tip more if they murdered me, that's great customer service.

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[blubberingmess]

Dating dark!Bucky and your 'play time'-- if not rough sex-- is 'who gets to stab the other first without getting caught' game. (Dark!Bucky x Dark!reader)

Warning: dark stuff, stab stab, fluff.

Note: I really like this two. They're dark, dangerous, and sickly sweet. This is not edited so expect some errors.

The same universe as >> [Crazy]

"Honey, I'm bored," you whined, pouting at your metal armed man. Bucky turns his eyes away from the tv and focuses at you. No matter how good a show or a movie is, or if he's talking to someone about an important subject, if you want attention then he'll give it to you without any hesitation whatsoever.

"Wanna fuck?" Was the first thing he asked.

Ever since the two of you became a thing (five months ago), you would fuck like bunnies whenever and wherever. It's making the team sick and really awkward, randomly hearing your moans aand groans when passing by a locked closet, bathroom, bedroom, the kicthen -- everywhere!

Always giving each other little smooches here and there (that would most of the time would turn into a full blown make out session) and the eyes -- fuck.

Both of you would eye fuck each other from across the room, but most of the time it would be really loving and filled with awe and warmth. That man has his eyes on you every freaking seconds of the day, never once leaving unless necessary - a... hobby that sticks with him ever since you first introduced yourselves to each other.

Some would say it's weird and really unnerving but you think otherwise, you love his attention. Preening each time he gives you those cute googly eyes, the same goes to him. Bucky loves that dangerous glint in your eyes, especially when some random woman tries to flirt with him.

It proves that you really do love him, also it's hot.

You shake you head 'no' even though you like the idea very much. "I'm still sore from last night. You kinda gotten a bit rougher than usual."

Bucky felt himself well up in pride at your words before patting you on the head affectionately, kissing you on the forehead.

"You begged for it." A laugh left his lips when you playful slap his chest with the back of your hand, before asking, "Well, what do you wanna do?"

You ponder for a moment before gasping enthusiastically. Bucky raised his eyebrows in amusement. How can a little devil like you be so cute?

"Lets play the game."

Bucky felt his blood pump excitedly at your suggestion, a twitch of his finger before tilting his head to the side, giving you a dark smile that you love so much.

"Sure, sweetie. Anything for you," he purrs, leaning his face towards you. "So, when do we start?"

You giggle, pecking him on the lips before standing up from the couch and started making your way towards the kitchen. "After breakfast. Pancakes?"

Bucky grins, standing up as well to help you make the pancakes. "Sure."

Steve and Bucky is now talking about the next mission in the kitchen, far too focus on the conversation at hand that neither one of them noticed your figure sneaking in - or so you thought.

You knew Bucky won't make a move until you do; a gentleman he is. Gripping the knife tightly in your hand, you quickly shoot out from your hiding spot (just outside the entrance of the kitchen). You tried to be as silent as possible yet quick, but nothing goes unnoticed by the Captain America.

Steve noticed you coming at them with the knife and raises an eyebrow.

"(Y/n)?"

Before you could even lift you knife, Bucky quickly swings his at you which you quickly dodged with ease. He smirked at the shock look on your face before you glare at Steve.

"Steve!" You yelled, crossing both of your arms over your chest in slight annoyance. You were so close to stabbing Bucky in his shoulder!

The blonde's eyes flickered between the two of you before it finally hits him, sighing in disbelief and exasperation. "Really? Again?" The team knew about this dangerous game of yours and it always puts them on edge, afraid that one day they'll be the one who's gonna get stabbed instead.

The two of you just shrugged your shoulders nonchantly, a silent answer for 'yes' before Bucky asks Steve, "is that all?" Referring to the mission for next week.

Steve nodded his head. "Yes - don't play too harsh alright?"

You playful scoff and roll your eyes at the blonde. "Yeah, you too." Setting the kitchen knife on the counter.

Steve cocked his head to the side. "What?"

You and Bucky gave each other a knowing glance then look back at Steve. Bucky gave his best friend a 'are you serious' look.

"That girl you kidnapped the other day - thought we didn't noticed?"

Steve widened his eyes. "How did you know?"

Once again, the two of you casually shrugged your shoulders. Bucky suddenly stands up from the stool and marched towards you, tucking his blade back in his pocket before sweeping you off of you feet and onto his shoulder.

He smack you once on the ass and began making his way towards the living room, plopping down on the couch with you on his lap. He wrapped his strong arms around your waist and pull you against his chest, burying his nose into your neck and giving it a loving kiss.

"Let's cuddle."

While the two of you are doing your daily cuddle, Steve was left in the kitchen with a far away look in his eyes. Taking a small device from his pocket, he watched the small blinking dot in the middle of the screen.

A smile formed in his face. 'His sweetheart is awake.'

It goes like that throughout the day, surprising each other with attacks (with knives) that are dodged and blocked by the other with ease. The game is pretty hard since the two of you have the same calibre of skills with knives and hand to hand combat, but that doesn't mean no one got to win.

"Honey, have you seen--" Bucky was cut off when a knife was suddenly got plunged in his stomach, instantly knocking him on his back as you three a not-so heavy punch on his jaw. You already stabbed and punched him, that's enough.

Bucky coughed and wince, looking up and see you in his line of vision, staring down at him with that beautiful crazy grin etched on your lips.

"I win."

You're in your unicorn pajamas looking like a tired racoon, stabbed him in his stomach with your favorite knife and punched his jaw, yet you still able to take his breath away.

Bucky only stares up at you in awe, his pupils dilating despite the pain he's feeling in his stomach. Your giggle snaps him out of his thought to look down at the knife protruding in his stomach, wrapping his hand around the handle and plucking it off with a little to no effort at all, not even a small wince.

He cleared his throat in slight embarrassment. "That actually caught me off guard."

You smiled up at him, puffing your chest proudly. "I know right? So, what were you looking fo--argh!"

Bucky smirks as he watched you stumble onto your bed, clutching your bleeding shoulder. While you're distracted, he took the time to throw your knife back at your direction, not stabbing you (you already won the game) but only grazing your shoulders - badly.

"That's a cheap shot!"

"Saw an opportunity; had to take it."

You roll your eyes and stands up straight, still pressing down on your wound and walk over to your lover. You stretched out your palm for him to take which he gladly did, pulling him up with ease before the two of you started making your way towards the surprisingly empty infirmary.

The two of you began helping each other out with your wounds, badging each other up while conversing about everything and anything like you haven't just stabbed each other like some crazy couple - It's no lie though.

"-- that's why I hate that show," you finished rambling, closing the medical kit in your hands and placed it back to the cabinet.

Bucky laugh making you laugh as well at how cute he looks right now.

"Yet you still watch it."

After a few seconds of comfortable silence, you decided to asks, "Why didn't you use your Kevlar though? I could've killed you." Of course you won't actually try anything like that to him, you can't.

You love him to much to do such thing.

Its a surprise that Bucky didn't use any defense, only his knife and his metal arm despite knowing you won't hold back on this dangerous game of yours. The two of you did the last time and it results to less wounds and scratches.

Bucky stares at your back for a moment with a fond smile adorning his face, a hand on his bandaged stomach.

"The same reason why you didn't use yours."

I trust you.

You slowly turn around and saw him already looking at you with that same look on his face, heavy lidded and a cute goofy grin on his handsome face. You felt your heart skips a beat and swell up with pride, knowing you're the only one who can make the former winter soldier to look all stupidly in love - you don't doubt you look just the same right now.

"You're a sappy little shit aren't you?" I love you, you know that?

Bucky leaned forward and hook his metal arm around your waist, pulling you close so your noses are touching.

"I know," he whispered.

You smirked, lazily snaking your arms around his neck. You love it when he smile at you, it reaches his eyes. They are always warm, gentle yet so dark and dangerous.

"I love you."

"I love you more."

[dachi-chan25]

Haven't done this in a while but I had the time so why not?

1.- Pizza Girl by Kyoung Jean Frazier

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I really did like it, reminded me a lot of "Convinience store woman". Like clearly our protagonist needed thrapy ASAP to help her deal with her dad's death, her pregnancy, her attraction to women and hell just for existing as an Asian woman in the USA, but I liked how messy and obsesive she was and how the author allowed her to be fucked up and take bad decisions, I love to see female characters simply exist, it's also a pretty short read so I definitely recommend it.

2.-The Authentics by Abdi Nazemian

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Daría is a persian teen who is really involved in her cultural background and feels that the most important thing one can be is authentic, so that's the name she and her friends take for their clique. But everything comes crashing down on her when she discovers she is adopted, and soon follows an identity crisis. I loved it so much, it felt pretty realistic, like Daría could be self absorbed and unlikeable at times, but who wasn't as a teen? And we get such beautiful heartwarming moments between Daría and her family and friends. Totally recommend it.

3.- The Mall by Megan McCafferty

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Cassie has her life completely mapped out but nothing goes quite as planned, first she gets mononucleosis and after she gets better gets dumped and fired almost simultaneously. Determined not to let it get the best of her, Cassie gets a brand new job, reconnects with an old friend and even finds a hidden treasure. This one is so much fun, all the 90s references and the growth Cassie goes through is amazing, honeslty i would love to see this as a Netflix movie.

4.- Luster by Raven Leilani

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This book was hard, Edie is a very raw character, at first she seems flippant even when describing disturbing facts about her past or details about her relationship with a much older man she seems to be talking about something that happened to someone else all this to cope dealing with her solitude, her trauma, her self hate. And gosh it was so intresting to see her interact with Rebecca and Akila, especially Akila as Edie finds kinship in this young girl not only cuz they are both black but because they are both lost and afraid.

5.- Lakewood by Megan Giddings

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Lena decides to participate on a financially compensated medical experiment so her mom can get proper medical care and to lessen their debts after her Grandmother's death.

So I had many mixed feelings about this, on one hand I liked that we are adressing how sistematical racism has permited experiments on black people with no consequences at all and how it has been happening for decades, but there were certain parts of the book that I couldn't enjoy as much because they were very trippy like I get we are on Lena's mind as things are becoming muddled up because of the medications and all those mind games and the words they have her memorize and repeat but all of it took me a bit away from the story. Still I do recommend it just be aware there is quite a bit of body horror in this so if you are sqeamish better skip it.

6.-The Voting Booth - Brandy Colbert

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Marva and Duke meet on election day as she helps him find the precint he is registered on.

This is very enjoyable, the story is very straightforward, and it insists on our right and responsability to vote even if we feel our vote alone can't possibly change all the injustice we see in the world. And also the romance was cute and developed slowly as Marva and Duke are just knowing each other. Really cute and quick read.

7.- Such a fun age - Kiley Reid

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Emira works as a babysitter for the Chamberleins' . She loves her little charge Briar, although she feels preassured to seek a 'real job' by her friends and by her own economic troubles. Emira soon finds herself in the middle of a tug of war between her boss Alix who tries to befriend her, and Kelley the guy she is dating.

So much drama. This is a great example of what performative activism looks like, first Alix is completely nuts, from her obsession to be seen as this wonderful understanding girl boss activist and the down right creepy sense of entitlement to Emira's friendship and intimacy. Like it doesn't surprise me she chose to victimize herself instead of recognizing it had all been a misunderstanding. And even then she still wants to seem atractive to the man she feels victimized by. Girl no.

Kelley is the ultimate fake woke ally. Dude Robbie was wrong period, he had no business inviting people over to someone else's house no matter the color of his skin. You don't get to talk over Emira on matters of what a person of color should do or feel on certain situations. That said it was so funny when he and Alix called each other out for their fetishization of people of color and yet none of them actually gave a damn about what Emira thought/felt/percieved. They just wanted her stamp of approval so they could pat themselves in the back for being such good allies.

8.- The Life and (Medieval) times of Kit Sweetly by Jamie Pacton

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Kit is working as a serving wench at the Castle, medieval themed restaurant run by her uncle, though she really wants to be a Knight, not only cuz the better pay would help around the house but because she really admires Joan of Arc, problem is the Castle management doesn't allow for anyone who is not a cis male to be a knight. Kit is set on changing that.

Ok so I feel a bit lukewarm toward this. Kit in my opinion doesn't get much growth, it seems she just can do whatever and her friends have to be ok w it, her romance w her friend feels pulled out of nowhere like Jett at one point tells her he is not intrested in dating her and then he is ???, those GoT references killed me, I get it I watched the show and sometimes even enjoyed it but it's not representative of anything medieval and Kit was always talking about how much she liked the actual history of the medieval times so...

Also as much as this book was about feminism and how we should fight for equal job oportunities, it feels as though Kit only cared about medieval woman who fought physically and not on the badass medieval woman, like idk it feels as a rejection of tradicional feminity like even the girl playing the Princess is a jerk. But I did like some parts, like her decision to confront her asshole dad to help her mom and the girls training together.

9.-Cien años de soledad de Gabriel Garcia Marquez

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En Macondo, una población Colombiana a un lado del río, vemos como una de sus familias fundadoras crece, se expande y cambia a través de cien años.

Me encanto, hace mucho tiempo que no leía una novela de realismo mágico que me provocará tantos sentimientos. Creo que todos los personajes reflejan aspectos de la humanidad tan diversos y complejos que sería inútil tratar de enlistarlos todos.

Ultimadamente siento que lo que condenó a la familia Buendia a cumplir las profecías de Melquiades fue sus propia naturaleza que ellos nunca tuvieron intención de pelear, siempre sucumbian a las locuras o pasiones que los inundarán sin mesura alguna o consideración por las consecuencias. Y creo que aún así lo prefiero pues es lo que hace a cada personaje por confuso que a veces llegue a ser la repetición de nombres (que para mi es el simbolismo de una naturaleza y destino continuos) único e intrigante. En verdad espero que se den la oportunidad de leer este libro por lo menos una vez en sus vidas.

10.-The Monsters of music by Rebecca F. Kenney

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This is a gender-swaped modern retelling of the Phantom of the Opera.

It was creative to make Mel, our Phantom, a true magical creature, and the singing contest was also cool. Like don't get me wrong I did have fun reading this but it also felt pretty unpolished like most characters were teens on the contest and that kinda made me roll my eyes a bit, like unless it's the Voice Kids age ranges are quite ample on this kind of shows, also kinda clumsy the addition of the magical elements with the modern setting, Kiyo didn't make much of an impression with me even when Christine is my fave on the original book. Still if you are a Phan like me you might wanna check this one out.

11.- Anna K by Jenny Lee

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This is a modern americanized ya retelling of Anna Karenina.

Not gonna lie this made me cry so much at the end. I really liked Anna and Vronski together so much, and I don't like the love at first sight trope, but here it felt so inevitable. Anna was so self contained until she met him and could truly explore being herself and they really loved each other so much. Also I liked the treatment of the side characters Kimmie and Dustin were well developed and I really enjoyed this one can't wait to get to the second book.

12.- Wonderland by Zoje Stage

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It was ok, but I was actually a bit disappointed cuz I had such high expectations for it. Like for about half the book I was really into the atmospheric vibe the book pulls you into, but as we get the reveal it started to go down hill for me, and the ending left me feeling meh. But maybe it was just not my cup of tea.

13.-Home Before Dark by Riley Sager

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This book is so well crafted!!! I love how it goes back and forth between past and present , first it feels as if history is repeating itself, then as both narratives unfold we start to question and discovering things and the twist at the end was chillin and masterful, I truly and wholeheartedly recommend it.

14.- The Girl with the louding voice by Abi Daré

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Adunni, a teenage girl, flees from her husband to work as a maid in Lagos, though everything she has ever wanted is to study.

This broke my heart, as it reflects how people coming from rural backgrounds get taken advantage of in the City, like similar things happen here in Mexico, but also it made me glad to see Adunni fight and keep her spirit so no one could ever silence her.

15.- The Year of the Witching by Alexis Henderson

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Immanuel does her very best to fit in Bethel, follow the scriptures and the Prophets words, but nothing seems to be enough to erase her mother's sin especially when the Darkwood seems to pull her in. As a plague starts to ravage Bethel, Immanuel has to face her past to save her people.

So frickin' good !!!! This story is great, mainly about the explotation of woman and young girls by people in power (in this case a church), the atmosphere is always tense, Ezra and Immanuel 's relationship is very well developed and one can really see how loyal they are to each other. A great option for horror fans.

[darkfairy-tales]

Inception - Chapter One

Description: As an omega, Hongjoong was always treated wrongly in his pack. So when he is forced to be with an alpha who wasn't his mate he runs away. With little to no idea on where to go. With a small hope of finding his mate.

Character: ATEEZ, EXO, THEBOYZ, etc

Pairing: Ateez x Hongjoong, Hongjoong centric

Warning: Mentions of blood, violence, etc

Hongjoong runs out of his pack territory in his wolf form, running inside the deep dark forest. Three alphas followed him, chasing him in their wolf form. All he knew was that he had to run. All his life after his parent's death, he was treated badly by his uncle who had took over the pack Hongjoong's father used to lead. As an omega Hongjoong was treated unfairly by others especially after his parents passed away. He was not allowed to run along with others, he was not allowed to go out to find his mate, he was treated like some toy by the alphas in his pack.

Earlier when Hongjoong found out that his uncle was set on marrying him off to an alpha name Lee Seungwoo he just knew that he had to run away. He didn't wanted to be tied down to someone who wasn't his mate. The thought had his inner wolf reeling back. The alphas growled as they bared their sharp cannies at him. They had been chasing him for a long time. Hongjoong wonders why they are even bothering to do so. It was not like he was a prized possession in the pack. Hongjoong feels it when he sets foot into another pack's territory. The way the whole atmosphere seem to change. His paws were aching. His whole body was aching. He snarled at the alpha who tried to leap over at him but missed to do so. He was about to collapse. After all he was an omega. His wolf form nor his human form was not made to run this. He had never ran this much in his entire life. He felt dizzy. He felt as if he would crumble down anytime like a broken clay figure.

Suddenly he gets pushed down on the ground making him whimper. One of the alpha who was chasing him was over him. Pinning his body down on the ground and snapping it's jaw at him. Hongjoong growled and snapped back trying to get away. The alpha growled as it bit down on his scruff. Hongjoong howled in pain as the skin breaks causing blood to flow out little by little, the fur around the bitten area covered in blood. The pain and exhaustion forced his body to change into his human form without his will. The three alphas also turned back into their human form.

"You ungrateful bitch. Trying to run away fron the pack. You are going to fucking die once we get you back to the pack." One of the alpha named Kim Namsoon said grabbing hongjoong's wrist roughly pulling him up. "N-no leave me. I hate you all. You all are monsters." Hongjoong cries out. The alpha had a tight grip around his wrist. He was sure a nasty bruise was going to appear later. Namsoon started to drag him back towards where they came from. "What do you think you are doing?" A voice spoke up from behind them making everyone stop in their tracks. Hongjoong looked back. Different scents hitting him all at once. All pleasant. If he was in a different circumstances Hongjoong is sure he would have purred contently at the scents.

His eyes flicker over seven alpha who stood there with a cold emotionless face. 'Mates.' his wold purred at the sights. Hongjoong's eyes widened. He had seven mates? Was that possible? Or was his wolf just losing its sense? He couldn't help the whine that came out as he tried to escape the alpha's grip. "Ah Park Seonghwa. Long time no see huh. I am sorry for coming into your territory uninvited. But this little bitch here tried to run away. And you see we couldn't let that happen. Especially when he had been promised to be married off to Seungwoo." The alpha spoke up not really caring about the situation.

The alpha, Seonghwa, looks at Hongjoong. Their eyes meeting. "I don't think he wants to go back." He says with a frown. "It doesn't really matter what he wants or not." Namsoon grumbles. "Well it matters when we are talking about my mate. Our mate." Seonghwa says barely holding himself back from ripping Namsoon and the other two alphas into pieces. "Your mate? Ha! You wouldn't want him. He is just a weak and useless omega." Namsoon scoffed.

Hongjoong noticed that Namsoon wasn't holding his wrist too tight at that moment. Distracted by the alpha Seonghwa. He took the advantage of it as he pushed Namsoon away, hard, causing the alpha to stumble back as he ran towards his seven alphas. A guy with blonde hair pulled Hongjoong close. His touch so gentle and soft Hongjoong felt like melting. "Get back here you bitch." Namsoon growled but Seonghwa steps up. "I am not letting you take our mate." He growls. His eyes flashing ocean blue making Namsoon back up a little. After all Park Seonghwa and his pack member was not something to be messed with. "You can't do this." Namsoon growled as he changed into his wolf form willing to fight. Seonghwa turns his head a bit. "Yeosang get him back to the pack house. Mingi go with Yeosang." He says.

The man with blonde hair who was holding Hongjoong nodded as he picked hongjoong up immediately. As if the omega weighed nothing as he ran towards what Hongjoong assumed were the pack house. Another tall alpha with a sharp feature followed him and Yeosang. Hongjoong hears a loud growl at the back making him whimper. He doesn't bother looking back to afraid to see what was going on. After a while of running they reached a large beautiful house which left Hongjoong in awe. The house looked large but gave off a cozy feeling. The tall alpha opened the door letting Yeosang walk in with Hongjoong in his arms. "Thanks Mingi." Yeosang mumbled. He sets Hongjoong down on the living room couch. "Mingi get my first aid kit and some clothes from wooyung's closet." Yeosang said. Mingi nodded walking upstairs.

"Hey are you in pain?" Yeosang asked Hongjoong in a soft tone. Hongjoong shooked his head 'no' looking a bit nervous. "You don't have to be nervous. We are not going to hurt you okay." Yeosang said in an assuring voice. Mingi came back down fast handing the first aid kit to yeosang. The older open it taking out some alcohol cotten swabs. "This is going to sting okay. Stay still. You can squeeze Mingi's hand if you want to." Yeosang says. Mingi quickly held Hongjoong's hands. His heart beating erratically. His wolf purring in satisfaction. Finally seeing and meeting its mate. Yeosang wiped the blood away from the area on his neck where he was bitten. Slowly dabbing the swab over the wound causing Hongjoong to flinch gripping on Mingi's hand. After he was done, Yeosang quickly put on a cream on the wound which was to avoid infection and scarring. "There done you are good." Yeosang says with a smile. Mingi then help Hongjoong get dressed up. A soft white shirt paired with some comfortable pants. "Will they be okay?" Hongjoong asks in a small voice looking around nervously.

Yeosang quickly understood that he was talking about Seonghwa and others who stayed back. "They will be back soon. Don't worry. They will come back. They can handle themselves. So what is your name?" Yeosang asked. "Kim Hongjoong." Hongjoong says shyly. "That's a cute name. I am Yeosang and this is Mingi. You must know Seonghwa already. And we will introduce others to you later okay. For now you should rest while I make something for you to eat." Yeosang says patting Hongjoong's head gently.

"Hey Mingi get him upstairs in your room. He needs some rest." Yeosang said. "Let's go up! I will show you something!" Mingi said in an excited voice. Hongjoong giggles at how cute Mingi looks. The taller picks him up without a warning making him yelp. "Mingi be careful you giant wolf." Yeosang screeched in fear that Mingi might drop Hongjoong. Mingi just stuck his tongue out mockingly as he ran upstairs leaving Yeosang to shake his head with a sigh.

Mingi leads Hongjoong into a room. A large bed was in the middle of the room. But what really caught Hongjoong's eyes were the beautiful and soft plushies and dolls on the bed. "This is San's room. He collects plushies. You like it?" Mingi asks excitedly. Hongjoong nods. "They are cute and pretty." He says in wonder. "Come on get on the bed you can cuddle the plushies! I am sure San won't mind." Mingi says giggling. Hongjoong hesitated a bit but gave in. Who could say 'no' to cute and soft plushies and a soft looking bed. Mingi sets him down on the bed, givibg hin a plushie. "This is Shiber! San's favorite." Mingi states. "You should sleep. You must be tired. Just shout if you need something okay." Mingi says as he turns around about to walk away.

"Don't go. Don't wanna be alone." Hongjoong's voice stops Mingi on his way. He turns back around looking at Hongjoong who was looking at him. "Can you... stay. Sleep with me. Please." Hongjoong says shyly. His cheeks turning pink. Mingi gives him a gummy bear smile. "If that is what you want." He says as he joined Hongjoong on the bed pulling the omega close to him. "I am happy to find you and others... I thought I will never find my mate." Hongjoong says suddenly as he laid his head on Mingi's chest. Hugging his alpha close. Scared that it was all just a dream. That he will wake up and he will be back to that digusting pack house.

Mingi hugs the omega closer. "I am glad you found us too. From now on we are here for you. You have us." he says. Hongjoong doesn't say anything. His body relaxes as he breathes in the calming scent of one of his mate. And soon he is out like a light bulb. Falling asleep fast. He will think about other things later. He just needs some sleep and some time to stay in his alpha's arms.

[Inception Masterlist]

Hello guys! I hope you all can support this book! I am so soft for Hongjoong and he is that one boy who can shipped with everyone in the group! I felt the need to write something like this! I am not that great but I am trying to write as good as I can.

Please don't forget to like and reblog this hehe. I will try to update again soon. Don't forget to stream Thanxx Or Inception MV. And vote for Ateez on voting apps. Love you all. Bye bye 💞💞

[settersprouts]

꠵ look at me : chapter two ꠵

裏切り。

Iwaizumi flopped onto his bed as soon as he got home, turning over and looking at the ceiling. His family kept bothering him about the match, saying things like "oh, you did great son!" or "it's okay. it's not the end of the world!"

Yeah, sure it wasn't. But it was the end of his and Oikawa's shared dream.

Iwaizumi glanced at the little glow-in-the-dark stars stuck onto his ceiling. He remembered how he got those. Oikawa had put them up when they were younger, since he was afraid of the dark and the nightlight Iwaizumi used to use was way too bright for either of them to sleep. He probably should've taken them down when they didn't really need them anymore, but they meant something to Oikawa back then. Those little stars were one of the many souvenirs Iwaizumi had of his best friend. It was like proof that he was close with the Oikawa Toorū.

. . And Iwaizumi really couldn't take them down. It was physically impossible: the adhesive stuck to the back of the stars were too strong, and no matter how hard Iwaizumi pulled, the damn stars wouldn't come off.

Beep.

Iwaizumi turned to his side, getting his phone from off the nightstand.

New Message : ꜱʜɪᴛᴛʏᴋᴀᴡᴀ 👽

"Damn, what the hell does this bastard want now?" Iwaizumi clicked on the notification, bringing up the messages between him and Oikawa.

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[from] ꜱʜɪᴛᴛʏᴋᴀᴡᴀ 👽: iwa-chan !

[to] ꜱʜɪᴛᴛʏᴋᴀᴡᴀ 👽: What now, I just saw you like 20 minutes ago

[from] ꜱʜɪᴛᴛʏᴋᴀᴡᴀ 👽: ughh iwa you're so mean

[to] ꜱʜɪᴛᴛʏᴋᴀᴡᴀ 👽: Yeah okay. What?

[from] ꜱʜɪᴛᴛʏᴋᴀᴡᴀ 👽: can i come over ?

[to] ꜱʜɪᴛᴛʏᴋᴀᴡᴀ 👽: Ew no, wtf?

[from] ꜱʜɪᴛᴛʏᴋᴀᴡᴀ 👽: iwaaaaaaaaaaa~ (｡•́︿•̀｡)

[to] ꜱʜɪᴛᴛʏᴋᴀᴡᴀ 👽: Why?

[from] ꜱʜɪᴛᴛʏᴋᴀᴡᴀ 👽: im just having trouble sleeping,, plus i just wanna be with you rn

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Iwaizumi blushed at the last text Oikawa had sent. Damn.. As much as I despise him and his stupid face, that was kind of cute. Realizing what kind of thoughts were popping up in his head, Iwaizumi smacked both sides of his face. Fuck. What the hell am I thinking?

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[from] ꜱʜɪᴛᴛʏᴋᴀᴡᴀ 👽: iwa? you there?

[to] ꜱʜɪᴛᴛʏᴋᴀᴡᴀ 👽: Yeah, I'm here. Shut up. [to] ꜱʜɪᴛᴛʏᴋᴀᴡᴀ 👽: You can come over. I don't care.

[from] ꜱʜɪᴛᴛʏᴋᴀᴡᴀ 👽: yay ! thanks iwa ♡

[to] ꜱʜɪᴛᴛʏᴋᴀᴡᴀ 👽: Shut up. You sleeping over, or staying for a couple hours?

[from] ꜱʜɪᴛᴛʏᴋᴀᴡᴀ 👽: can i sleep over?

[to] ꜱʜɪᴛᴛʏᴋᴀᴡᴀ 👽: Yeah. [to] ꜱʜɪᴛᴛʏᴋᴀᴡᴀ 👽: My mom's cooking dinner. Want me to save you some?

[from] ꜱʜɪᴛᴛʏᴋᴀᴡᴀ 👽: no, i'm not hungry.

[to] ꜱʜɪᴛᴛʏᴋᴀᴡᴀ 👽: Alright, I'll save you some. Hurry up before it gets cold.

[from] ꜱʜɪᴛᴛʏᴋᴀᴡᴀ 👽: i don't want any- yk what nvm [from] ꜱʜɪᴛᴛʏᴋᴀᴡᴀ 👽: be there in ten !

[to] ꜱʜɪᴛᴛʏᴋᴀᴡᴀ 👽: mk.

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"Hajime! Dinner's ready!" Iwaizumi perked up as he heard his mother calling for him. He answered with a blunt, "Coming ma!," and bolted down the stairs.

"Hey, Oikawa's coming over tonight," Iwaizumi said as he sat down. "Can you save him some food? Knowing him, he probably hasn't eaten since the match."

Mrs. Iwaizumi nodded. "Of course! I'm so glad he's coming over, I love that boy. Such a sweetheart." When Iwaizumi snorted at her comment, she hit him lightly on the back of the head. "Don't do that, Hajime. He's a sweet boy." She spooned some miso soup into a small bowl, passing it to her son. "And don't act like you don't care about him either. I can see right through that little façade of yours."

Iwaizumi groaned and shoved a spoonful of the semi-salty broth into his mouth. "Sure. Do we have any milk bread?"

"No, I do have Kashipan though. They're similar, right?" She passed the buns to Iwaizumi, who shrugged.

"Yeah, sure."

After about fifteen minutes of the Iwaizumi family eating their dinner, they heard a knock at the door. "Ah, that must be Crappykawa."

Iwaizumi's mother glared at him when she heard that. "Hajime, don't call Toorū that. Like I said, he's a sweet boy." She walked over to the front door, fiddling with the locks and swinging it open. "Welcome Toorū- dear god, what happened to you?"

When he heard the shock in his mother's voice, he shoved aside his food and sprinted to the door. Oikawa stood in front of him, wearing a very soiled alien hoodie with the hood up and over his eyes. Iwaizumi could just make out the newly made bruises on his friend's jaw though, and the tear stains on his cheeks. Oikawa sniffled, fiddling with the hem of his hoodie. "Um. . can I come in. ?"

Iwaizumi and his mother quickly stood aside, ushering Oikawa into their home. Iwaizumi's mother put a hand on Oikawa's shoulder, not noticing the way the boy had winced at her touch, and steered him into their dining room. "Honey, would you like some food?"

Oikawa sniffled again, nodding. "Yeah. . do you have any milk bread?"

Iwaizumi shook his head. "Not at the moment, I can ask my old man to buy some for you. He's at the market right now." Oikawa nodded in response, and Iwaizumi took out his phone, sending a quick text to his father. "You need to eat right now, though. We have miso and kashipan. Eat some of that before you get your milk bread."

Iwaizumi passed some food over to Oikawa when he sat down. His own food disregarded, he watched as Oikawa ate slowly, taking in all his features. His hood was still up, so he couldn't see the rest of his face, but he could see how much it hurt him to make small, simple movements. Every time he lifted the spoon up to his mouth, his hand shook a little, and he winced occasionally. Something panged inside Iwaizumi's chest as he watched Oikawa eat. His heart hurt a lot, more than usual. What the hell was this feeling?

Oikawa pushed the bowl away from him, messing with the hem of his hoodie again. "Um. . I'm kind of full."

Iwaizumi looked at Oikawa's bowl- about a sixth of the soup was missing. Oikawa hadn't even touched the kashipan. "Crappykawa, you need to eat way more than that. You barely touched your food." He was about to force the food down his throat when he noticed his pained expression. "H-hey Oikawa, you alright. ?"

Oikawa gagged, putting a hand over his mouth. "Mrgh. Feel s-sick."

Iwaizumi stood up abruptly, helping Oikawa up and walking him to the bathroom. "How sick?"

"Feel like I'm gonna die, sick." Iwaizumi snickered a little at that, causing a slight smile to erupt on Oikawa's face. "W-wait. Where are we going?"

"Bathroom. You need to clean up." Iwaizumi opened the door and set Oikawa on the toilet, pulling a little first-aid kit out of the cabinet under the sink. Oikawa glanced at it nervously, thinking Iwaizumi was going tend to his wounds. But much to his surprise, Iwaizumi just set the box on the sink counter, and walked out of the room. "I'm going to go get you some of my clothes, and a towel. Set those in the basket, I'll clean them later."

The door clicked, and Oikawa heard Iwaizumi shuffle off to his room. He smiled a little, thankful that his friend respected his boundaries. He heard a knock on the bathroom door, replying with a small "come in." Iwaizumi opened the door, setting a towel and a set of clothes on the counter.

"If you need help with anything, let me know, okay?"

"Mmm." Iwaizumi closed the door when he heard Oikawa's reply, and walked to his room. He sat on his bed, throwing a volleyball up in the air, catching it when it came too close to his face. After a couple minutes, he heard the faint sssshhhhh of the shower faucet being turned on, and the shower curtains closing. Good. At least Crappykawa's cleaning up. He lay still, listening to the shower run, spreading out his arms and legs like a starfish. He must have lost track of time, because when he opened his eyes, Oikawa was sitting at the foot of his bed, scrolling through his phone while drying his hair.

"Crappykawa?" Oikawa turned around quickly, shutting off his phone in the process. Iwaizumi noticed this, but decided not to pry. "I didn't even hear you come in. How long have you been here?"

Oikawa shrugged. "Not long. Maybe like, a couple of minutes?" He resumed to the task of drying his hair, squeezing the water onto the light grey towel.

"Ah, I see." Iwaizumi watched Oikawa, tapping a finger against his chin. "Need help?"

"Um. . sure." His friend scooted closer to him, and handed him the towel. Iwaizumi ruffled up his hair, the towel making it ten times fluffier than it usually was. "Uh. Can I tell you something?"

"Sure."

Oikawa fumbled with his shirt, it being a too big for him, since he had a leaner build. Iwaizumi thought it was cute. "You have to promise you won't tell anyone, though."

"Yeah, of course."

Oikawa took a deep breath, tears spilling out of his eyes once again. "M-my parents. . I don't feel safe with them. As soon as I got home, they yelled at me a lot because we lost the match. Um. I got mad and screamed at them too, but my dad hit me, and it got all out of control. They just kept hitting me, like I was their punching bag." He sniffed. "It hurt. It hurt a lot, Iwa. I thought they loved me. I thought-"

The third-year setter was cut short by arms being wrapped around his waist. "Shut the hell up, Shittykawa. Don't worry about a damn thing. I'll take care of everything."

"How? You can't do anything, you're not that much older than me and I couldn't even do anything." Oikawa sniffled again. "It's not like anyone would believe me anyways, or even care. A lot of people hate me, Iwa-chan."

"Yeah, well. Those who hate you can go on a date with my fist. They just don't really know who you really are inside. They just know who you want them to see. Some self-centered, cocky, arrogant, stupid bastard." Oikawa let out a little 'hey!' which made Iwaizumi laugh, before continuing. "But, I know who that self-centered, cocky, arrogant, stupid bastard really is on the inside. And it's someone I've grown to admire, no matter how much he pisses me off."

"Awe, Iwaaa~!" Oikawa flung his arms around Iwaizumi, making them fall down onto the bed. "Thank you, that was super sweet~"

Iwaizumi blushed. "N-no problem, Shittykawa. Now, get off of me."

Oikawa bit his lip a little and frowned. "But Iwaa. I thought you said you were going to help make me feel better!" Ignoring Iwaizumi's "when the hell did I say that" comment, he spread out his arms and made little gesturing motions with his hands. "I want cuddles, like the ones we used to give each other when we were younger!"

"Aren't we too old for that now?"

"No one's too old for cuddles, Iwa-chan!"

Iwaizumi scoffed, turning Oikawa around and spooning him. "There, happy?"

"Mmm." Oikawa responded, intertwining his fingers with Iwaizumi's. "Thanks, Iwa."

". . Shut up."

chapter 3 !

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Ali & Tommy

Ali: TOM BOMB Ali: you will never guess what Tommy: you're adopted? CALLED IT Tommy: too fabulous for those heathens Ali: way to make my actual news look less 😏 Ali: isn't don't oversell it like rule #1 Ali: [sends cast list so its all official] Tommy: darling, breaking every rule is rule #1 Tommy: you ain't that adopted Tommy: OH MY SWEET LORD! YOU BETTER NOT BE TROLLING ME ALISON Tommy: I know your genius extends to photoshop pro but you mustn't use it for such evil Ali: who would I really be hurting with that troll, huh Ali: no one but myself Ali: but if its good enough for Queen Meryl 😁😁😁 Tommy: Preach it sister Ali: I'm so fucking excited I could burst Tommy: Meanwhile my school is putting Fanny and Alexander Tommy: like that Ingmar Bergman fever dream can or should be adapted for the stage Tommy: Jesus Christ Ali: we LOVE child abuse for a fun family night out Ali: guess the parentals like to be shown their money is being spent SERIOUSLY on SERIOUS theatré Tommy: The guardian voted it 8th best arthouse film OF ALL TIME therefore it must be worthy Tommy: I will not hesitate to put on a wig and replace you, Kit Tommy: before I do, 1 question Tommy: WHY AND HOW THE FUCK IS MEENA'S BROTHER NOT PLAYING THE SWEDISH LOTHARIO?!! Tommy: what is your casting director 🚬? Ali: I dread to think what 9 and 10 were 😏 Ali: must put them on my not-to-watch list Ali: 😂 Ro literally called it, we all know, I will uninvite you if you even THINK of upstaging me 😉 Ali: IKR its so funny Ali: maybe he thought he was being subversive casting a black guy Ali: but then I wouldn't have my role if that was his jam so 🤷 go off Tommy: Yeah HARD same 🙄😴 Tommy: you can try but I've sent a congrats text to Carls and she'll re-invite me Tommy: if he was the baby daddy the whole island would know but alright, like Ali: also true Ali: 😂 SERIOUSLY Ali: like hmm, I wonder where this white blonde blue eyed baby came from Ali: when you get diverse with your casting and the plot falls apart 😏 god bless, they're trying Tommy: that's WHY he cast Drew, he's being very catholic and trying to marry you off to the right man at the end Tommy: Sir you can't be deciding he's the daddy like that, how dare you! Ali: and that's WHY he cast me as Donna Ali: knows our ma won't flip out on the implication her daughter hoe'd around all summer and has no idea who fathered her child Ali: the subtle shade of it all Tommy: 😂 Tommy: I can't wait to see her go full Molly Weasley when she realises the plot of the thing Tommy: my Alison COULD NEVER you wanker! Tommy: would never 'cause you'd be in chains 😏 Ali: that's the other possibility, he hasn't clocked I'm GayLite and he thinks the idea I'm knocked up is right jokes Ali: Ma wishes 🤞🤞🤞 Tommy: Or he's calling out his biphobia and everyone who is as a HUGE whore Tommy: that's awkward Ali: when you don't prove the haters wrong 😬 Ali: whoops Tommy: When's opening night? I gotta see this Ali: duh, I've already begged on your behalf Ali: [the date] Tommy: I'm so ready for my handbags at dawn moment with Robbie Tommy: always a pleasure Tommy: unlike witnessing Drew outdoing Pierce Brosnan as the hottie who can't hold a note and DYING on stage Ali: I'll hold your earrings, babe Ali: if he can wait for the show to be over Ali: and don't be mean 🤫 Ali: he...needs some work Ali: but I'm willing to be like your worst teacher on speed about it, have him west end ready in, however many weeks they're giving us Tommy: Cheers, 'course I was born ready whenever he wants to go though 🥊🩰 Tommy: You know I'm here if you need me, fairy gaybrother and all Tommy: he will go to the (disco) ball! Ali: I'll let him know as much 😏 Ali: 💚 Ali: Luckily the choreo is simple, so he's got that down Ali: and how hard is it to pretend you're in love with me, honestly Ali: the singing though Tommy: how many songs does he have? Are they staying movie true? Ali: WELL, the tea is we've already cut a me him duet flashback to a solo for moi, but he HAS to do SOS to drive the plot, then its minimal lines on Our Last Summer, which Robbie is THRILLED about obvs, but he also HAS to do When All Is Said And Done, though maybe I can convince the director that'd work better as a toast moment legit, sans singing Tommy: Fucking hell Tommy: yeah unless there's somebody he could mime for Tommy: or a girl they could drag up to resemble him for the musical numbers Ali: REALLY go in and make it obvious who the dad is 😂 Ali: comes to something when the only viable option is the out out gay kid Tommy: SOS is gonna be brutal but I reckon you're onto something cutting the last number down Tommy: by then the audience will either be LIVING for you or DYING over him and we all know how the drama dept would rather it Tommy: arts funding is already in the bog, like Ali: Truly... fuck it, if we don't get it then instead of taking turns at a verse each we'll do it together and I will belt the fuck out of it Ali: you don't have to tell me, the wardrobe is abhorrent Ali: but we're already on that, even if I have to dress the entire cast myself Tommy: Christ alive, I will come home early and help you save the show, bags full of stolen props and costumes Tommy: Sorry not sorry, mother Ali: Oh LORDT, what even is the costuming for fucking Ali: fanny and whathisface Ali: I bet you are LIVING Tommy: Everyone here has now said fuck it and we're sorting out watching Mamma Mia Tommy: the girls and gays are 💔😭 Tommy: Straight Simon alone is unaffected Tommy: SEND HELP ALL MY MATES ARE ASKING IF DREW'S TOO WHITE TO TURN SOS INTO A RAP 😂 Ali: that boy is an enigma Ali: do not encourage him PLEASE 😭😭😭 Ali: all for mixing it up but if I have to look 💔 at a boy rapping about what happened to our love...nah Ali: even Meryl couldn't Tommy: Quick, dish on the rest of your all star cast, that'll 100% work in amusing them Tommy: any room to judge and they don't give a fuck about a single thing else Ali: Oh well, let's see Tommy: I'm the proudest of my sweet baby Carls and know she'll be grand, but the people are restless and thirsty for that hot tea Ali: Rosie's a sweetie, she jams with us on the drums every now and then, so you'd recognize her face not her name, she's gonna be so funny, perf for that role so I can't slag on her, I'm afraid darlings Ali: right?! MY BABY 💕 Ali: we did our auditions in groups of about 3 so it was just me, her and Cavante, she killed it forreal Tommy: Yeah? I do remember her! She comments on many o' Meena posts and you can hear the 🍀 Tommy: I'm gonna call her later, Carls that is, not your drummer Ali: I'm DYING for her to give the brummie a go, if that's as hilariously bad as we're all imagining, I'll send that to quench your mates thirst 🍵 Tommy: You're a star on so many levels Ali: 🥰 Ali: Who else DON'T you know? 🤔 Ali: the girls playing Meena's friends, me either Ali: they're her year though Ali: one of them has the good=loud vibe so I wouldn't be surprised if she went to one of your theatre groups as a kid Tommy: The lad in her year too? I dunno him Ali: Yes, which is rude Ali: he's got hot over the summer clearly 'cos like, HELLO? Ali: he's decent though, fair craic Tommy: Every show needs a dark horse Ali: they're cute Ali: some of his friends, esp. the one Carls has to seduce are 😬 Ali: thank God she's talented Tommy: at least some fuckers'll have chemistry Tommy: you'll be full Meryl-ing to convince ANYONE that Drew's the love of your life Tommy: and Carly would never waste a second on a younger lad Ali: at least I get to be fuming at him most the time Ali: lying cheating bastard 😏 Tommy: 👀🔪 Tommy: I'm well jealous Ali: I know, babes, I know Tommy: less gutted now this sing-a-long is kicking off Tommy: you wanna be facetimed in? Ali: um YES Ali: counts as a rehearsal Tommy: [does call her so she can join]