#and i have the attention-span of a goldfish and not enough time to really write them

[steelthroat]

*crying desperately*

I have a new fanfic idea...

*weeps inconsolably*

It looks like a longfic

[bookshelf-dust]

gentle fingers, gentler boy

carmen berzatto x fem!hairdresser!reader

gif by @hotch-girl

word count: 3,589

warnings: swearing, joking mentions of arson, one donna mention, i don’t think anything else??

synopsis: carmy needs a haircut—desperately. or so natalie tells him. she sends him to you, and it’s safe to say carmy never would’ve expected a trim would turn into the best date he’s ever had in his life.

a/n: hello, my loves! don’t even ask my why this fic has taken me so long to write because i couldn’t tell you. but i do imagine it has something to do with the fact that i have the attention span of a goldfish these days. anyhow, i wrote this as a kind of predecessor to this fic, because something about carmy and his hairdresser gf is so special to me. let me know what you think!! happy reading <33

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“You really do need a haircut, Bear.”

Sugar leans up against the office door frame. Her younger brother is hunched over the desk, an Igor incarnate, flipping through a pile of papers Cicero left for him. 

Richie’s voice booms throughout the kitchen. “I been tellin’ him that, Sug! It needs a wash, too. He’s startin’ to look like Jack…Jack…” He snaps his fingers, searching for a name. “The psycho asshole from The Shining!”

“Jack Torrence,” Marcus chirps.

“Jack Torrence!” Richie claps, making Sugar roll her eyes. She moves closer to Carmen, leaning against the corner of the desk. She crosses her arms. 

“I told you, Carm, you can go see my girl. She’s never done me wrong.” 

That small, gentle smile she has grows on her lips. Natalie gently pushes her brother’s shoulder. “And hey, she stopped me from getting bangs again a few weeks ago.”

Richie’s hands fly upward, pressing together in a prayer pose. “Thank fuck. Bangs were never your look, babe.”

“Shut up, Richie!” Sugar and Carmen’s voices ring out simultaneously, as if they’d rehearsed for this very moment of synchronization.

Carmy’s clogs drag against the tile floor as he braces his palms against the desktop and pushes himself backwards. He scrubs his face with his hands, leaving it tinged red when he finally relents.

He looks up at his sister, a firm wrinkle formed between her brows. Carmen huffs.

“What did you say her name was?” Carmy asks, eyes darting to the clock, searching for the time only to realize no one ever fixed the damn thing. “Hey, Richie! Can you get some fuckin’ batteries in here?”

Sugar’s eyes squeeze shut at the volume Carm’s voice has just reached. But nevertheless, she pinches her nose and says your name. 

“She’s like, fifteen minutes down the road. She went to school for it, she respects shy people, and I promise–she’s not gonna cut your ear off.”

Richie rounds the corner at that exact moment, a pile of double A’s shoved in his pocket. He pulls the analog clock off the wall and pries open the back panel. “Oh, you mean like that time Mikey snipped the tip of his ear clean–”

“Oh my god, enough, Richard!” Sugar’s hands fly around in front of her face. Unfortunately it only encourages Richie further, laughing to himself as he snaps four batteries into place. He’s still laughing—clapping his hands together because he’s so tickled—when he walks back toward the front of the house. 

Carmen’s fist covers his mouth. He’s tempted to laugh himself, but he at least knows better by now. Natalie sighs loud enough for the people across the street to hear. 

“Look, Carm. I’ll even make the appointment for you if that would help, but it’s gotta happen. You look like shit.”

Carmy snorts, standing up from the wonky office chair. “Thanks, Nat.”

Sugar’s phone is already in her hand. 

“So that’s a yes? What time would be best? Actually, I’ll just tell you when you’re going. Settled.”

————

“You getting off, Leigh?”

Your coworker ties her hair up in an artfully messy bun. “Yeah, babe. I took a half day because it’s date night tonight.” She wiggles her eyebrows at you, shimmying her way across the floor so she can plant a sweet kiss on your cheek.

“Your mom got the kids?” You ask, laughing to yourself as you rinse the leftover conditioner from your sink. 

Leigh claps her hands. “All weekend, girl!” 

You toss your gloves in the trash, letting her hug you and bounce up and down in glee. She deserves this. She hasn’t gotten a night out with her husband in months, their three-year-old twins keeping them more than occupied.

“I hope you have fun tonight. Drink something with Irish cream in it for me, will you?” 

Leigh’s hands pat your cheeks gently. “Oh, you know I will. Just wish you were getting out there too.”

You wave her away, and she’s quick to hold up her hands in surrender. “Okay, okay. Is Natalie’s brother still coming in today?”

Your eyes dart to the clock over her head. “Should be here in like, five minutes.”

The doorbell chimes. 

Both yours and Leigh’s heads snap in that direction. 

“Or…now.”

“Oh, fucking Christ.”

Your eyes flick back to each other immediately, having spoken at the exact same time. Leigh is not gonna let your outburst go. 

There’s already a devilish grin growing across her face. “You think he’s hot, don’t you?”

You dart around her. “No. Those words never left my mouth.”

She catches you by the belt loop. “You’re right, I believe your exact words were ‘Oh fucking Christ, he could bend me over right here.’” Leigh’s laughter bubbles up and you fear she might keel over. 

“That is an exaggeration,” you huff. 

Leigh slings her worn out, bright red purse over her shoulder. “Bet you were thinking it though.” She risks a glance over her shoulder. “You’re not wrong though. His arms are huge. And you better go help him before we get a bad Yelp review.”

You start to wave her away. “Yeah, alright.” You follow her towards the front desk. “Have fun tonight,” you shout, “and remember to make sure you have meds for tomorrow’s hangover.”

She fake gasps, pausing just beside where Carmen is standing. “Me? Hungover? Never.” Leigh lowers her sunglasses just slightly and directs her next few words at the man in front of her. “She’ll take real good care of you, youngest Berzatto.”

The doorbell chimes as Leigh makes her way out to her beat up Mustang, leaving you and Carmy alone out front. 

He laughs awkwardly, shuffling towards the front counter to meet you.

“Sorry about her,” you say. “She’s full of it. Anyway, Carmen, right? Natalie told me you’d try and come by today.”

Carmy’s cheeks burn with embarrassment from being put on the spot. But also because you’re so…pretty. He manages to pull together a few coherent words. 

“She really said try?” he asks, the barest of smiles gracing his lips.

You cross your arms and walk over to your station. “No. It was more of ‘He’ll be there at 4:30 tomorrow or else I’m going to burn down The Bear and keep the insurance money for myself.’”

Carmen scratches at his curls. “Yeah, that I believe.”

You gently pat the back of your leather chair. “You can sit whenever you’re ready. I realize I never really introduced myself.” You say your name, and even if it’s a name Carm has heard a hundred times before, it somehow sounds hypnotizing falling off your lips. 

The leather backing is cold through Carmy’s t-shirt. He hopes the shiver that moves down his spine when you thread your fingers through his hair passes off as the coinciding goosebumps. 

“So, what are we thinking today, Carmen?”

His big blue eyes blink at you through the mirror. “Carmy,” he says.

“Hm?” you hum, running a wide-toothed comb carefully through his curls so that nothing snags. 

“You don’t have to call me Carmen. Makes me feel like I’m in trouble.” A low laugh tumbles over his lips. “Carmy is fine.”

You smile at him. “Okay, Carmy. What would you like me to do with your hair today? Buzz cut? Mohawk?” You walk around to face him head on. “Extensions?”

You notice how nervously he plays with his hands. But you get it. You’re hoping to make him as comfortable as you can, and not just for that good Google review.

Carmy runs a hand over his mouth, hiding the sweet smile that’s growing there. The crinkles by his eyes give it away. You’re so fucking charming he can’t stand it. 

He clears his throat. “I was thinking just a trim? It’s kinda long over my eyes, and sometimes it’s good to see things.” You giggle. 

Good god, how’s he gonna get through this?

“Maybe a little shorter on the sides, too.”

“Like a mullet?” You quip.

He snorts. “Nah, not a full mullet. Maybe where it’s barely noticeable that it’s shorter there? I’m also shit at taking care of it, so if you could help with that…”

You take your bottom lip between your teeth. Carmy has to clear his throat, feeling like a deer caught in headlights. “How ‘bout this. I’ll take you to the sink and give it a wash, and then we’ll trim it, and I can have you help me style it so it’s easier when you’re at home?”

Carmy nods. “Yeah, that’d be great, thank you.” 

Your hand slides across the back of his shoulders as you move away and towards the back room full of head-sized basins. “Come on then, Mr. Berzatto. Let’s wash that pretty head of yours.”

————

“That feels so good,” Carmen says, the words leaving his mouth before he has a moment to think them over. “Wait—is that a weird thing to say?”

You laugh from your place behind him. “No, not at all. That’s why I keep my nails a little longer, because my clients always tell me this is the best part.” Your hands are covered in a lavender-scented shampoo, your fingertips massaging the foam into his scalp. “A good head scratch does wonders for the soul.”

You watch Carmy’s lips lift at the corners. His eyes are closed, and you wouldn’t be surprised if he dozed off. You’re always happy to keep a conversation going with clients, but the silence is just as well.

The sounds of foils getting folded in place by your coworker out front, the air conditioner, the radio—it’s all oddly soothing. The radio station Leigh always sets it on has the oddest selection of music choices for one given channel. Not that you mind that either. 

You rinse Carmen’s hair out and apply conditioner to the mids and ends of his curls. You blindly grab a comb, muscle memory putting it in your grasp in seconds.

Carmy swears he’s gonna knock out. He’s trying about as hard as he did in school when he knew he should be paying attention to whatever math lesson but couldn’t keep his eyes open. And when your words reach his ears, he thinks you’ve just read his mind. Sensed the sleep pricking at his eyelids. 

“You do have really nice hair, Carmy. Anyone else in your family have curls?”

You watch the way his brows knit together. “I think my mom? You’d never know it though. She’s straightened it every day since I was a teenager, like even when we weren’t leaving the house.”

You focus on your final rinse of his hair, allowing him to continue. “When I was a kid though, if she showered before bed and I needed her, her hair would be all wet and curly. That’s the only time I saw it like that.”

Carmy sits up when you wrap a thin towel around his head, holding it secure as he follows you back to your station. 

“Leigh, the woman leaving when you came in? She has lots of clients like that. A lot of people weren’t taught how to take care of their curly hair.”

“Is that a hint?” Carmen quips. It makes you snort. 

“Just a gentle one.”

Carmy watches while you cut his hair. Every once in a while your tongue will poke out, or you’ll wiggle your hips to a song on the radio. When you’re almost finished, what Carmen thinks is a Madonna song comes on. 

You start humming, and Carmy knows he’s done for. Richie would call him whipped. He probably will tomorrow morning, just by reading Carm’s face. 

“Out of the sky, I close my eyes…heaven help me.”

Carmy lets out a little laugh because you’re doing this little dance as you sift through his curls. You hear it, and it only encourages you more. 

“Big Madonna fan?” he asks, his hand rubbing over his mouth to hide the boyish grin there. The tattoo on his hand catches your eye. 

“She’s good for the soul.”

You crouch in front of him, rummaging through a cabinet for he doesn’t know what. “Your tattoos are pretty, by the way,” you say. It takes him by surprise. 

“Oh. Thanks.”

You emerge with two bottles. “Do people not usually compliment them?” You spray his hair down with cool water, getting it to the stage of damp you need for the products to work. 

Carmy laughs lowly. Maybe with a little hint of embarrassment. “Nah, they usually ask me what the hell they are or if I was drunk when I got ‘em.”

“Were you?”

He meets your playful gaze. “Only for a few.” Your smile is downright gleeful. 

“M’kay, Carm. Let me give you the rundown.” He straightens and you get a glimpse of the chef he left at The Bear to visit you today. “So this is a leave-in conditioner. After you shower, you put just a little of this in your hands—like this—and kinda run it through your hair all over. Just so it’s in there well.”

You demonstrate, and for the first time, Carmy finally understands how people can look at him and question his ability to cook so seamlessly. That’s the way you do hair. Like it’s as easy as breathing for you. 

“And this is a gel. It’s super lightweight, so it won’t feel gross or anything, and it’s not expensive either. You wanna use a little more of this, but not by much. You can do the same sort of thing, because your hair takes shape really easily since it’s not damaged any. And once that’s distributed, I want you to scrunch it some, just to get any excess product, but also to help any curls that need encouragement.”

You bite your lip because Carmy is nodding along, giving you his complete attention and it’s fucking adorable. 

“And if there’s any curls by your face or anything, you can use your fingers to define them so they look how you want. You think you can do all that?”

Carmy laughs. “Not a chance.” Then you’re both laughing, and it feels so comfortable anyone would think you’d known each other for years. 

“It takes practice. I’m gonna give you these to take home and use.” Your hand disappears in your back pocket for just a moment. “But if you want to put your number in my phone, I can always send you instructions if you need help…”

Carmy pauses. Freezes, even. You look at him nervously, afraid that maybe your ability to read the room has evaporated. Luckily, he proves you wrong. 

“Wow. That was smooth.”

You exhale and laugh into the back of your hand. “I’m never that smooth, I don’t know how I managed that,” you chuckle. Carmy’s fingers fly over your keyboard. 

“Thank you for today, really. I usually avoid the hairdresser at all costs.”

“Sugar did tell me that,” you grin. 

“M-maybe I could make you dinner or something, for putting up with me…?”

Your face warms. “I’d like that, yeah.”

Carmy blinks. His phone goes off where you’ve shot him a text with just your name and a smiley face. “Yeah?” 

“Yeah.”

He rubs his hands together. “Okay, cool. Alright, yeah. What do you like?”

“I wouldn’t say no to pasta. Pasta is good in all forms.”

————

“You can tell me if you hate it. I won’t be offended.”

“I think you might have a nervous breakdown though, and you’re too pretty for that.”

Carmy blushes, shaking his head at you. 

“What?” you laugh. “It’s true.” Your voice has a sing-song lilt to it. Over the past few weeks you’ve gotten to know Carmy a bit better. He’s been busy though, so it’s taken longer than expected to have dinner together. 

He made up for it by providing you with pasta and cheesecake for dessert. He’s wearing this thick sweater, your eyes locking on his forearms where he’s rolled up the sleeves. 

Sugar was so excited when you texted her after his hair appointment. 

Natalie B: How’d it go? Was he a total pain in the ass?

You: it went well! got him all sorted out. he offered me dinner as a thank you (after he paid, of course). would that weird you out??

Natalie B: OMG NO!! He’s got such a giant stick up his ass, maybe your charm pulled it out! Go have fun. Leigh was telling me you hadn’t been on a date in forever last time I was in anyhow.

You: brb blocking both of you shitheads ♥️

You hadn’t expected a haircut to lead to any of this, but sitting here, in Carmy’s sparsely furnished apartment, looking at the soft smile on his face and the nervous way he’s fussing with his fingers as you eat the dinner he made you, you’re grateful.

Not that you’ll tell Natalie that. Or Leigh. They don’t need that ego boost. 

You wipe your mouth on a napkin and look up to see that Carmy is gazing at you expectantly. You laugh, his eye contact making you a little nervous. 

“It’s good, Carm. Really good. You can eat.”

He swipes his hand down his face, but when it comes down to grab his fork, he lets you see his smile. “I’m glad you like it. Not too much parsley or anything? I didn’t add lemon because Sugar mentioned you saying you didn’t like pasta with too much lemon juice in it.”

Your mouth drops open. That’s such a small, easy to forget thing. Maybe you will have to give Nat a hug. 

You reach out to touch his hand. Tentatively, just in case it’s too far. “That’s so sweet, Carmy. It’s perfect, really. And honestly the lemon thing is from one very overpowering pasta experience. Maybe whatever you make me will be better.”

Carmen takes a big bite of pasta and a swig of beer so he has time to collect himself. “Maybe we can fix your lemon-related trauma.”

“As long as there’s a backup snack in case the lemon PTSD can’t be fixed.”

You both burst into a fit of giggles. The rest of dinner goes by, filled with conversation about everything and nothing—Carmy’s lack of knowledge about current television, your love of reading and need for someone to share the plots with. 

Carmen is making you a plate to take home with you when he’s finally psyched himself up to ask his question. He says your name and you peer at him from your spot against the counter. 

“I-uh…I’ve been trying to do my hair the way you taught me, but I can’t get it right. I was wonderin’ if you’d show me? Maybe? You don’t have to—”

“Of course I can. All you had to do was ask.” You push off the counter and beam at him. “Come on, I’ll help you.”

You’re lucky you already learned the way to his bathroom so that your streak of confidence would continue working so well. And when you squeeze out some of the hair gel into Carmy’s hands, you know he just needed an excuse. He’s got it down pat. 

He runs his hands through his hair, scrunching clumps together every now and then, finger-curling the pieces up front and by his ears. Now you’re just waiting to see what he really wanted to say. 

You cross your arms, attempting to look serious, but you can’t hold back the grin spreading across your face. 

Carmen looks over at you, drying his hands now that they’re free of product. He’s never been great at reading people, but that look in your eye tells him he’s a shit actor. 

“So, that didn’t fool you, huh?”

You giggle. “Not at all, Berzatto. You couldn’t even fake how well you’ve learned to do your hair.”

Carmy takes a step closer to you, rubbing his nose self-consciously. “I’m very bad at saying what I’m thinking. Or saying what I want.”

“I can see that.”

He squints at you, his lips ticking up just slightly. 

“So what is it you want but are too scared to say?” you start. “Do we need to play hangman?” 

That would normally get a laugh out of him, but he’s too on edge. Inhale. Exhale. Oh, just fucking say it, Carm. 

“I wanna kiss you.”

Your ears burn. You release your bottom lip from where it was pinned between your teeth. “I was hoping you’d say that. Please do.”

You push up on your tiptoes, suddenly bursting with excitement and hoping that’ll convey to Carmen that he doesn’t need to be nervous because you want this just as bad. 

It works. 

You put your hands on Carmy’s collarbones the second his fingers slip into your hair. Your nervous system lights on fire, thoughts of how much surface area his palms cover racing through your mind. He kisses you all shy and hesitant at first, like he’s nervous he won’t do what you’re hoping. 

His lips are warm, and you can feel the spots where he’s chewed them raw. You can’t help but think that kissing him might be a good way to break that habit. His nose presses into your cheek, tickling you and making you giggle.

Carmen pulls away, smiling at you. “What’s so funny?”

“Your nose was tickilin’ my cheek.”

“Oh? Like this?” He starts dragging his nose across your face and then down to your neck when he feels you start to laugh harder. He thinks he’s finally cracked the code. It seems like pasta and nose tickles are the proper way into your heart. 

————

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[radioapple-heathen]

My Top 10 Radioapple Fic 'Series' Recs

I've been working on this for a while. With nearly 4k fics for this ship on A03 (at the time of me writing this rec list), it can be difficult to find gems. I was really grateful for the rec lists I stumbled upon when I first joined this fandom, and I want to share the fics that have changed my brain chemistry with both newcomers and oldtimers alike. As with all rec lists, this list is completely subjective and curtailed to my tastes/preferences. I'm also sure this list will change with time as more fics get added to the fandom. As of mid-2024 though, here's where I'm at.

For background, I am an acespec 30+ married woman with ADHD raising a AuDHD child, and I appreciate fics that handle these aspects with respect and care. I've also been in fandom/writing for 20+ years, never professionally, always for fun.

My fic preferences:

I gravitate towards crisp prose that is sophisticated but not weighed down by excessive $5 dollar words. I like my fic like I like my food: digestible. The writing doesn't have to be perfect (typos and grammatical errors happen, that I can deal with) but the characterization is important to me.

I gravitate towards top!Lucifer because Alastor is a prissy little power bottom, but there are certainly exceptions to that on this list. At my core, though, I think they're switches with preferences.

I gravitate towards fics that have a nice balance of plot and romance, preferably leaning more towards the latter. I read fanfic for the relationship so if the plot supersedes the 'radioapple'-ness, I tend to find myself drifting/skimming, before giving up altogether.

I gravitate towards fics in sub <200k. Again this is an attention thing, no fault of the author, people loveee long fics. But often, even if I'm loving a fic, I'm like okay, where are we going with this? Again, some exceptions, which I'll highlight below.

I can be picky about my slow burns, like if it takes 100k to hold hands, I'll prob pass? BUT THIS IS JUST ME AND I HAVE THE ATTENTION SPAN OF A GOLDFISH AND I WANT TO FORCE THEIR HEADS TOGETHER AND MAKE THEM KISS ASAP?????

I gravitate towards genderfluid or intersex Lucifer, he's a shapeshifter and an angel, it just.. makes sense to me.

I have a preference for M or E-rated fics. I just really love the vulnerability and character development that can be explored through intimacy, especially in re: to Alastor's ace-ness. And what can I say? I wanna read about twink king getting it on with his deer man. That being said, I do have some T+ recs in my multi-chap/oneshot rec list.

Anyways. With all that said, let's get into the actual fics. Note, this isn't an exhaustive list, I could rec fics forever, there's so much talent in this fandom. These are just the ones that have altered my genetic makeup.

Top 10 Series

1.) All changed, changed utterly by @tollingreminiscentbells

Series: Complete. Rated: E. POV: Alastor for installments 1-5. Last installment (6) it switches. Genre: Canon Divergence/Post-Canon. Notable Warnings: None.

Notes:

This is actually my favorite radioapple fic/series in the entire fandom. This series has rendered me somehow both speechless and bursting at the seams with praise. The writing is superb, the prose is elegant, but also easy to parse. Alastor meeting Lucifer as a human (and then again, in Hell) is by far my favorite trope of this ship, and this author takes said trope and weaves it into a masterpiece. The way they write Lucifer’s character (grieved by wrongs and loss, ancient and capable and so, so loving) is such a joy. And Alastor, god. I personally find Alastor’s POV tricky to write. He is a very complex character with a very specific narration voice, whimsical and deadly and clever and emotional stunted and possessive of what's his — which in this case, is Lucifer. I will never be able to sing enough praises. It truly cemented my love for this wonderful, complex, violently loving ship.

2.) Between the Shadow & the Soul by winterveritas

Series: In Progress. Rated: E. POV: Alastor. Genre: Canon Divergence/Post-Canon. Notable Warnings: None.

This author will pop up several times because everything they touch is gold. I really love this take on the radioapple dynamic where Alastor is rather smitten from the start, because I feel like many fics drag him kicking and screaming into admitting he cares (mine included, no shade). But like, Winter is able to write him this way while still keeping him in-character imo, and I just... love it???

3.) Lucifer and his Terrible, No Good, Very Bad Relationship by @keelywolfe

Series: In Progress. Rated: E. POV: Lucifer. Genre: Canon Divergence/Post-Canon. Notable Warnings: None.

You might actually be living under a rock if you haven't read this series. If that's the case, I IMPLORE YOU, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, read this series. It has one of the best Lucifer's narration voices I've ever read. Also, it has one of my favorite tropes: "slow burn but they're fucking the whole time." AND AND AND intersex!top!Lucifer, YES PLEASE???? This series also is one of my 'typical attention span for fics' exceptions because it just hit 200k, and I am still 100% invested. I could read about these two idiots forever.

4.) Wicked Game by TrashDemonX

Series: In Progress. Rated: E. POV: Alastor. Genre: Canon Divergence/Post-Canon. Notable Warnings: None.

Not gonna lie, I went into this with the idea of just like, Smut Galore (and it is, bless), but it's actually become just a fascinating character study on Alastor. Impeccable writing, and there is currently one chapter left of part 3 AND I AM FOAMING AT THE MOUTH FOR IT???? This is a top!Alastor fic but Lucifer isn't like a pillow princess, my man is involved and so for me, it works well. I can't say enough about how WELL this author writes Alastor's voice. Again, not an easy feat imo.

5.) Radioapple Broadcast by blatantblue

Series: Complete. Rated: E. POV: Alastor for Part 1, Lucifer for Part 2, Alastor for Part 3. Genre: Canon Divergence/Post-Canon. Notable Warnings: None.

Notes: This was a positive JOY. Incredible writing and storytelling. Dom/sub undertones which is a huge plus for me, especially when Alastor is the sub. I reread this series often (and I usually am not a huge reread-er unless its been a while), but this is just a comfort fic, I think.

6.) Cataclysmic Cathechism by @wyldefire-writings

Series: Complete. Rated: E. POV: Lucifer. Genre: Canon Divergence/Post-Canon. Notable Warnings: MPreg.

Notes:

I am about to show my entire ass right now but this series. My LORD.

Not gonna lie, MPreg was actually a squick for me before I joined this fandom/ship, but after reading this fic specifically, I'm now like, Al, my deer, my main man, knock that KoH the fuck up. Honestly, this was such a ride, and both of the boys were written SO WELL. Also, this author has the funniest A/N's I've ever had the pleasure of reading.

7. Hunger Pains by @theaffablescamp

Series: In Progress. Rated: E. POV: Switches. Genre: Canon Divergence/Post-canon. Notable Warnings: None.

Notes:

Excellent writing and some very intriguing plot happening right now. Has arguably the most intense wing preening session I have ever read that legit lives rent free in my head. Another "slow burn but they're fucking the whole time" fic which is just delightful.

8.) machinations by fiveandnocents

Series: Complete. Rated: T-M. POV: Switches. Genre: Canon Divergence/Post-canon. Notable Warnings: None.

Notes:

AHH I love this so much. Essentially, Alastor strikes up a relationship with Lucifer, as a means to manipulate him AND THE IDIOT FALLS IN LOVE UGHHH. It's chef's kiss. Spectacular characterization, this could be canon, and I'd be like yep, this happens in season 2, haha.

9.) By Name by @eunicorne

Series: Complete. Rated: E. POV: Switches. Genre: Canon Divergence/Post-Canon. Notable Warnings: Gore, Consensual Murder? He regens, it's fine.

Notes:

So. I will continue to show my ass. As a note, I don't like violence/gore for violence's sake but when there are BDSM undertones and aftercare, I'm a fucking goner. This was one of my first dives into very dark aspects of radioapple, and I.. my brain chemistry has been altered by this series.

10.) imagine being loved by me by deliciously deviant

Series: In-Progress. Rated: E. POV: Switches. Notable Warnings: Gore, Consensual Cannibalism, I have never met a deader dove.

Notes:

Incredible writing and character voices BUT HOLY SHIT not for the weak or even average stomach. Again, I am soft for the whole, "I'm gonna cause you pain that you want/need to get out of your head" and I feel like I couldn't leave this rec out just bc of the content matter, but I am serious, read at your own risk.

AND THERE YOU HAVE IT. If you have any series recs of your own, feel free to share in the comments!

I also have my top 10 Multi-Chaptered (non-series) and top 10 oneshots recs list in my drafts rn, I'll be posting those in the next few days!

[fottitimioamore]

Hiii!! I saw your request rules and I was hoping to get Leo and Donnie from both 2012 and rise if possible? Separately please! With a gender neutral reader that is cuddling with them while playing some game on the switch and the reader just absentmindedly starts scratching their shell and the turtle just about melts? Like reader just starts scratching their chin, their arms, and the turtle just becomes a churring mess enjoying the attention? If you don't want to do this request it's alright!! Hopefully Tumblr doesn't eat it 😭

THIS

Tysm for requesting this, I was hoping someone would so I would have an excuse to write it 🙏 I love these mfs so much this stuff is so soft it makes me want to cry. This took so long I'm so sorry, it's been busy and I have the attention span of a goldfish.

Also forgive me I do not have a switch and have no idea what people do on 'em 💀

Happy holidays to whoever celebrates <33

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♡ Pairing: 2012 and Rise!Donnie and Leo x reader (seperately)

♡ Warnings: None

♡ Relationship: Romantic

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Rise!Leonardo

You loved the turtles, you really did. All of them. But sometimes their seemingly endless supplies of energy were exhausting. Sometimes you just needed a little time away with just your boyfriend. Such times could be few and far between, but that just made you cherish them even more.

Currently, everyone else was busy doing their own things. You had offered them a place in the living room with you, to watch some cheesy horror movie Leo had found. But Mikey had decided that it was time for a new piece on his bedroom walls, Raph said that his training buddy would be getting lonely, and Donnie had claimed that he was on the brink of something phenomenal, as usual.

You were alright with that. It just meant that you would have more time with just Leo. Laying back against an arm of the couch with him ontop of you, pulled as close as he physically could be.

Unfortunately, said cheesy horror movie was so captivating that you had abandoned it in favor of your switch within the first 15 minutes. You really didn't know how they managed to squeeze 3 hours out of the barely functioning plot.

Leo, on the other hand, was captivated. His eyes had barely left the screen. Every once in a while he would throw a hand up with a scoff or bury his face in your chest grumbling about how stupid the characters were. You would reach a hand up, brushing it down his neck as he relaxed against you again.

You couldn't help your wandering hands though, and so while you balanced your switch in one, without thinking, your other slid down until it met the top of his shell. You rubbed the edge of it, right above where it connected with skin, before it fell further down. Your nails scraped gently over the hard surface, absentmindedly tracing the patterns you knew near by heart.

You were so deep in your thoughts, completely zoned in on the screen in your one hand that you nearly jumped out of your skin when a rumble erupted from the slider atop you. A grin immediately spread across your face, huffing out air through your nose in a laugh. Leo was still laying with his head tucked under your chin, facing the projector, but as you slid your hand back up to his shoulders, you felt absolutely none of the tension they usually held.

His churring continued, the sound vibrating through you and making you laugh again. You propped your switch up against the couch, bringing your now free hand to cup his jaw. As clique as it sounded, running your nails under his chin was a surefire way to make him melt in your hands. He tipped his face up to gaze at you with eyes half-lidded and pupils blown. A light blush dusted his cheeks, just enough to see from how close you were.

You loved moments like these. Moments where Leo could relax, cut the snarky persona and just be... soft.

The movie playing was simply background noise now, hands soothing over his jaw and shell respectively as you watched his eyes flutter. Strong arms around your waist pulled you impossibly closer, and he pushed his head more into your palm.

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Rise!Donatello

Donnie was constantly working. He had so many ideas for new inventions that sometimes you just had to smile and nod when he started on about his newest project. It wasn't that you weren't interested, but most of it just went right over your head, as adorable as his little ramblings could be. He spent so much time in his lab that before, you had felt almost neglected. Never truly, of course he made time for you, but it was never really enough.

Therefore, you created a compromise. With Donnie working over his desk in his chair, and you on his lap, straddling his thighs with your arms around his neck. You were completely content like that, normally passing the time with your phone or switch until your arms got tired.

This time was no different. Soft music hummed in your ears, just loud enough to hear clearly. Donnie had his arms on each side of your waist, tinkering with some device that had been the center of his attention for the past few days.

You'd grown tired of Animal Crossing and other little games you'd been switching between for the past hour, but you were happy just to spend time with your boyfriend. Head resting on his shoulder, you let the device fall into your lap to have your hands free. They squeezed his neck gently, winning you a nuzzle from Donnie. Your hands slid down, fingertips brushing the surface of his soft shell. A smile graced your lips when you felt the last tension of the day melt under you.

Your heart fluttered everytime you touched his bare shell. It taken months for Donnie to build up enough trust in you to do so, and you cherished the privilege like none other. The delicate idea of it just made you love him even more.

You would never admit it to Donnie, but his shell made him seem so fragile in moments like these. You knew he hated being seen as weak for it, and you knew far better than that; but you always felt like dragging your nails a little too hard along it would hurt him. He never seemed to mind, though. When you did, just lightly enough for him to feel it, you felt your heart clench in adoration as the tiniest vibrations kickstarted under his plastron.

Donnie didn't chur like his brothers, not often. They were louder, making their contentment obvious through the trilling. Donnie was quieter, the sound softer and more gently comforting in your opinion. While you loved when he'd openly chur like that, you liked to keep it as a rare occasion. You were just as happy with this, just a low rythmic hum that reverberated in your skull, pressed against his collar.

You heard the clink of tools being set on the table, before a hand ran up your back to between your shoulder blades. The other wrapped around your waist, loosely holding you against him. A small gesture, one that wouldn't seem very important, was for Donnie. For him to put down his work, even for a few minutes, just to really be with you in a moment, made you feel truly special. He rested his head against yours, and you brought one hand up to cup the side of it. Your thumb rubbed small circles just under his mask, feeling him lean into the touch, smiling into your palm.

No words had to be spoken in moments like these. Here, you could just melt in each others presence, while any negative energy from the day melted away right with you.

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2012!Leonardo

Game night with the turtles was always fun. It normally started out with everyone, piled on the couch in front of the TV, volume on high over the sounds of laughter. Bonus to living in the sewers, no noise complaints from any neighbors.

Eventually, people began to drop out and either slunk to bed or, in Donnie's case, to his lab. By the end of it, you and Leo were the last ones up. The noise dwindled into comfortable silence, and you two would shift closer together, a luxury you didnt bother with around his brothers. Sure, there was a hand in his or his arm around your waist here and there, but nothing past that.

Once everyone else had gone, Leo had moved in front of you on the couch. Your legs hugged his sides, hands on his plastron from behind. You had given up a few minutes ago, too tired to really focus on the game. Leo was still invested though. He got particularly competitive in games, especially with his brothers. He was intent on beating Raph's high score.

You were practically falling asleep by now. Your eyes fell shut and you had to consciously keep your head from falling to his shoulder. To keep yourself awake, you slid your hands up from his chest to the top of his neck, working your way down with careful nails. Leo was always tense, you felt it when you pressed on certain muscles. He carried most of it in his shoulders, maintaining a powerful posture all day.

Moments after you started the gentle scratching, you heard the painfully familiar sound of a game over from the screen. You hadn't realized that you'd closed your eyes, but sure enough, Leo's chance of a new record was no more.

His head hit your shoulder and your lips pulled up into a smile as you moved your hands around to his jaw, feeling the soft trills start in his throat. His eyes were closed, expression serene. You planted a quick kiss on his chin, causing him to tilt his head back for more. You giggled, pulling him further into you and resting your head against his.

"Sorry, I ruined your high score." Your voice was hardly above a whisper, as if talking any louder would disrupt the peaceful moment like a stone into still water. Leo only churred louder, an arm coming up to rest over your thigh. Your far arm reached down to rub his shoulder, feeling it relax.

Moments like these weren't very common with Leo. Moments where he could feel so at ease. Where he didn't have to think about leading the team, or his brothers' safety. Here, we could just unwind in your grasp, away from everything that kept him so on edge. They sat in the very back of his mind. Instead, you were his fronting thought, from the way your nails ran over his skin to the rise and fall of your chest under him.

Here, Leo did feel at ease, and his heart skipped a beat when you laughed at his lack of response. You fell silent now, simply listening to his content churs in your own hazy bubble of happiness.

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2012!Donatello

You were not a morning person. Not in the slightest. In your opinion, anyone who got up before 7 am unless absolutely necessary was inhuman. And still that seemed early. Donnie, however, was a special case. He also wasn't a morning person, and when he slept you could only drag him out of bed half past noon. But he worked so late into the night that he didn't fall asleep (if he even did), until the first rays of sunlight streamed in your bedroom windows.

Granted, the sewers didn't have windows, so he couldn't tell by that how late it was, but he also had tech everywhere in his lab and more than a few ways to instantly tell the time. You understood, you had your fair share of restless nights. But Donnie was like this all the time. Unless someone physically put his equipment to the side and pulled him off to bed, he would stay up for as long as his body let him.

Luckily, you came along. As someone with an actually decent sleep schedule, which wasn't common in mutant turtles apparently, you made sure Donnie got an acceptable amount of sleep when you could. Unfortunately, you couldn't always haul him away forever. Sometimes he would lay down, just to get up after you fell asleep and continue working. So when you would stay overnight with him, you typically would be woken up from a particularly loud mess-up on one of his projects.

Tonight was one of those nights. It was a wrench, one that was knocked to the floor when he reached aside to grab another tool. You rolled over in the makeshift nest you had setup in the lab, blinking awake to Donnie staring wide-eyed at you. He relaxed, sighing in defeat when he realized you were fully conscious now.

"I'm sorry, didn't mean to wake you," he said softly, his voice making you smile. You lifted a hand, and after placing the wrench back on his desk, he padded over to you.

"Hmm, going back to work after I fall asleep doesn't fix anything," you hummed as he kneeled down in front of you. You shifted upright, back against the wall, and he slid down to lay his head in your lap. Before you could even touch him, you felt a trill reverberate through you, and you laughed. Just laying down, being off his feet and in your lap was enough to make him happy.

You settled one hand around his head, the other running down his arm, stopping at the leather straps of his elbow pad. Normally the gear came off to sleep, but you figured you'd let it slide for the moment. You continued your little ministrations, beaming when his grip around your waist tightened and he snuggled closer to your warmth. His churs provided comforting background noise as you tried to keep yourself from unconsciousness.

You knew he gave in so easily because he probably thought he could slip away after a while. You wouldn't let that happen so easily this time, however. There was no way he was getting up until you did. Until then, all you wanted was to sit here with Donnie until you were inevitability woken up to his brothers' teasing in the morning.

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Feedback and constructive criticism are always welcome <3

A/N: I completely forgot the switch in 2012!Donnie's I hope it's just as okay without ^^

[sopiao]

hello! can i please request König with a femreader that’s just the embodiment of a cotton ball, a white bunny, a dandelion :))) like she dresses super coquette or semi lolita with cute ruffle skirts and bright colors, loves small critters and spring, gets distracted and excited super easily. and König is just so in love with her x)

don’t feel pressured to write this, ignore if it’s too much or if you’re too busy. make sure to drink water

-☁️

I LOVE LOVE LOVE DESCRIPTIVE REQS LIKE THIS OMG!!! dw bbgs i’ll write anything for y’all :3

ANYWAYS I HOPE I WROTE IT OUT GOOD T-T

I just know that König is one to spoil you, knowing what you like and what you’ve been wanting. And when he sees it, he’ll take no longer than half a second to make up his decision to buy it for you.

Coming back early from deployment he wanted to surprise you, he hadn’t told you that he got out yet. He knocks on the door, waiting for you to answer with a bouquet of your favorite combination of flowers and a gift behind his back.

Smiling at how you excitedly squeal and immediately just jump into his arms. Using both arms to hug and pick you up off your feet, feeling something soft and plush against your back, you step back as he holds up his gift for you.

It’s a huge Rilakkuma plushie that’s holding a small strawberry in it’s hands. Jumping up excitedly you engulf him and the plush animal in a tight hug. Showing both of your bears love.

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It’s so funny to think about him letting you decorate the bedroom with your own little trinkets, plushies, posters and bedsheets. So every night he shuts off the pastel purple bed light and snuggles up into you under the white ruffled comforter with little cheesy accents on it.

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Almost every three months you get a new interest into a new hobby. First it was with painting, he dedicated an empty room in the house just for you and your little studio. He picked out the biggest spare room with a big window for you to look at while you painted. König made sure to frame your favorite one in the living room and his favorite in his office.

Then it was sewing and tailoring you’re own clothes, which helped a lot with fitting König’s shirts since double xl shirts are long enough but too loose. And you got to make and tailor your own clothes for cute little dates, flowery sundresses with ruffles, adding a white lace trim to your clothes. (omg i’m rambling)

Which turned into embroidery, where you patched every little hole in you and König’s clothes and bedsheets with small flowers.

So when you trot up into his office and show him a picture of a crocheted bunny plush he’s more than happy to take you down to your favorite craft store and watch you pick out different colored yarns and different size hooks for other projects. His heart is just too soft for you to say no.

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König loves taking you out to the city during events he knows you’ll love. Walking around with you, more like trying to keep track of you. You have the attention span of a goldfish so whenever you see something you like you drop everything and go look at it.

It won’t so far that he had ti tie a balloon to your wrist to make sure he won’t lose you. He just paid for a trinket you were so fascinated with. When he looked back you were already out if the store and into the busy streets, something catching you’re eye again.

It really was a sight to see a small lady wandering through the streets with such an adorable look and fashion with you’re 6’10 fiancé holding all your new things for you.

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Now that he’s a colonel he’s more stern with when and how long he gets deployed for. So when spring rolls around, he’s sure that no one from work will bother him and his schedule is cleared. He knows how much you love the spring, how perfect the weather is, how it’s the perfect time for flowers.

König makes sure whatever you wanna do, it’ll happen right when you want it. His favorite thing to do with you is going apple picking, it’s when you have the most motivation to bake apple everything.

Cinnamon apple pie that has beautiful dough decorations, caramel apple cookies, apple cobbler, apple cider donuts, apple fritters, and apple cinnamon oatmeal cookies. König just loves seeing you covered in flower and frosting with your gingham blue apron wrapped around you.

He loves how he gains a little weight during this time of the year with how much you bake and feed him. It’s how you show your love. Either way you love the little bit of his chubbyness, who doesn’t?

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The first time he let his comrades come over for dinner to meet you, it really was something to see their colonel just melt in your arms when he greets you at the door, introducing his team to you as they take in the warm and cozy atmosphere of your home.

The lighting was soft and comforting, accents and decorations that you picked out was littered all over the house. They didn’t even know he was engaged, let alone a home with you, they all thought he lived in an apartment by himself.

For as long as they’ve known him they would’ve never thought that his home would look like this or give off this type of feeling. They were amazed with how contrasted your and his personality was.

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König believes that in every relationship everything should be 50/50. So, while you enjoy resting out new recipes for dinner tonight, or making something you saw on instagram, and just overall coating the house and his life in your own little charm.

He does the more controlled and routine stuff. Cleaning and dishes. And sometimes you two clean the house together and listen to music on the speakers. What he loves the most is the laundry.

He loves seeing the mix of his clothes with yours, his boxers getting mixed with your pair of white thigh length socks with a small bow and at the top. He loves separating and folding the clean laundry, folding your pleated blue skirt, and matching white and blue top. He always remembers what outfit you made with each piece of clothing.

[sarifel-corrisafid-ilxhel]

I got Tagged

I got tagged by @evolutionarypsyche. I don't get tagged in stuff too often, and usually when I do, I never know how to respond. This one seems easy enough though!

Last song you listened to: Waiting On The Sky To Change by Starset, feat. Breaking Benjamin

Favorite color: Green, especially the greens of late spring/early summer. It makes me happy. Orange is a close second, also a very happy color. Blue is third, it's relaxing.

Currently watching: Helluva Boss, Hazbin Hotel, The Acolyte, and a million daydreams.

Sweet/savory/spicy: Sweet or savory. I generally don't do spicy because I hate the taste of peppers. Not the heat, but the actual taste.

Relationship status: I haven't been in a relationship in ten years. I've had crushes in that timespan, but just about everybody I've ever crushed on is already in a relationship, and I'm not a homewrecker. I stay far away when I find out somebody I like is already spoken for, and eventually the crush fades.

Current obsession: I've got three, all based on fan characters for the two franchises that are currently occupying my three braincells: Animorphs and Helluva Boss/Hazbin Hotel. Long story short, I want to write long fanfics centered around OCs that serve as a way to play with the settings I love, but I have the attention span of a goldfish and the commitment of a moth. Always drawn to the next shiny idea before I can get the current ones down. Ima list the ideas here: -Future Andalites play keep-away with the Time Matrix because one of the future Andalites has ended up in a Jake Situation where their dear older brother turned out to be a puppet for an alien, only this time instead of Tom, the bigger brother is Aximili, and instead of Yeerks, the main threat is a malprogrammed Chee doing their best impression of the robots from The Matrix. That's my explanation for TOWIM. Caretaker robot gone bad, wants to end all suffering forever past present and future.

-Animorphs AU where, because of Ellimist shenanigans, a group of OCs get dragged into the events of book 20 and become Animorphs with David, and subsequent strangeness that ripples through the rest of the franchise. Currently I'm stuck on a big Megamorphs-sized idea involving these OCs getting whisked away to an Andalite listening post in the Alpha Centauri system and helping figure out the Yeerks-On-The-Homeworld plot that never got resolved.

-Helluva Boss/Hazbin Hotel stuff mostly focused on a young Goetia OC named Phenex, a Human OC named Cal, and the shenanigans they get into. Notable conflicts include: Phenex is 18 or 19 and has just been put in charge of 20 demonic legions, but would rather spend time helping Cal pick classes for his next semester of college. Cal finding out what Heaven and Hell are really like, and not knowing where he'd like to go when he inevitably dies. And family drama on both sides.

Last thing you googled: Pictures of doves to use as a reference for a picture of Cal holding his pet dove.

I don't know who I would want to tag. I'm sorry. I've been on Tumblr off and on for over 10 years and still don't know who I'm allowed to tag for things. :C

[thatndginger]

Hey there, happy STS new friend! Hope you're doing oK!

So tell me about some of your characters - who are your favourite characters to write for, each for Shapeshifter and for War Witch. What about them do you enjoy?

Hello new friend! I am super late answering this but I am happy to say I’m doing well ^.^

My favorite characters to write for Shapeshifter are, in no particular order: all of them. I love writing all of these fucking idiots so much, it’s obscene :P Joking aside, I’d have to say that my favorites are easily the two who started it all; Kerr McKay (protagonist extraordinaire) and Adrien Montrose (mysterious mob boss who I don’t talk about nearly enough). Close behind them are the other two protagonists of Shapeshifter, Jay de Lange & Warrick Salehrad.

I love writing Kerr because I never know what that little shit is gonna do, but I know I’m gonna be entertained regardless. I never would have expected to find myself writing the kind of gritty, rough urban fantasy that Shapeshifter has become if not for Kerr dragging me kicking and screaming into it. I have learned that I cannot write extensive outlines for any scene Kerr is in, because he will never follow the plan. And honestly, that’s kinda fun.

Adrien, on the other hand, has rarely surprised me. Not much, at least. I’ve always known who he is, and what he’s likely to do. Which is be a cold, ruthless prick with a soft spot for certain idiots. 

Jay and Warrick are kind of ‘new’ characters when compared to Kerr and Adrien, but that’s what makes writing them so fun. I know what they’ll do about 50% of the time. The rest… Warrick is adorably goofy and sincere with an incredibly short attention span and the memory of a goldfish. Jay is prickly and distrustful, protective of what she sees as ‘hers’, and has a smile that could rival the sun’s shine. They’re fun on their own, but when you combine Jay, Warrick, and Kerr…. It’s a goddamn riot.

My favorite character to write for War Witch is currently Nathan Kraemer (sidekick/deuteragonist to one Mari Adairon). War Witch is still primarily in the planning stages, so most of the writing I do is just fleshing out characters and their motivations/quirks/backstories/etc. Nate is fun to write for in that aspect because I really like leaning into the ‘spoiled rich kid’ tropes for him, but with a twist. Like, he’s the old-money son of the Minister of Commerce, but he hangs on every word that comes out of Mari’s mouth. He’d follow her to the ends of the earth, or her parents’ tailor shop for tea, or even consider stopping at a street food stall occasionally if she asked. He’ll be condescending and annoying about it in that trust-fund-baby way, though.

[bari-the-witch]

BAMF Chrissy?

This is basically a hellcheer rewrite of Stranger Things Season 4, with Chrissy Cunningham as the main character. Obviously she survived, instead another poor girl gets killed (sorry random girl #4534...) I wanted to give her a chance to break free from her cage and be the badass I imagine her to be.

The first chapter is only partially written, but here is a little snippet:

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Thursday, March 13, 1986

“Urgh, it’s no use!” Eddie droped his pen in annoyance. “How is anyone able to make sense of this shit? I mean - she gives up her perfect life to run away with a criminal just out of love? That’s …”

“Romantic? Cute? Absolutely adorable?”

“No it’s dumb, that’s what it is. Totally unrealistic.”

“Oh? So Mr. ‘Forced conformity is killing the kids’ wants Daisy Buchanan to stay with her boring husband and not with Jay Gatsby instead?” Chrissy raised one of her perfectly manicured eyebrows. “Who are you, and what did you do with Eddie Munson?”

“He died out of boredom in last period. And I know what I said. But in this case, the book would’ve lost a couple of pages I didn’t need to read right now.” Eddie glared at it as if it had personally offended him.

Chrissy couldn’t suppress a giggle. “So that’s everything it takes to let you give up your principles? The final exam in English literature by Mrs. O’Donnell? I’m disappointed Eddie, really disappointed.” She tried to manage a stern look and failed.

“Ok wow, no one calls Eddie Munson a quitter just because he wants to have an easier life for once”, he huffed, pointing an accusing finger at her. “And don’t say her name again. I’m almost positive she gets summoned from the demon realm by it.” He looks around the library as if he wanted to make sure Mrs. O’Donnell hadn’t miraculously spawned out of thin air.

“You are unbelievable sometimes, you know that?” Chrissy rolled her eyes good-naturedly. “And don’t believe for one second that I don’t know what you’re playing at. Eyes back on the book Mr., we’re not finished yet.”

This made Eddie sigh in annoyance. “Help me remember why asked you to help me again?”

“I think it was out of pure desperation. And because you thought I was nice and would make things easy for you I guess.” Chrissy’s smile was saccharine sweet with a devilish glint in her eyes.

“Never been more wrong in my life”, he mumbles under his breath, but of course, Chrissy heard every word, which prompted her to punch him in the shoulder. “See? Not nice at all. First insults, now bodily harm, what’s next? Gonna push my head into the toilet bowl like a real bully?”

“Don’t tempt me, Munson. And now enough with the distraction, we have a paper to write.” She pushed the book in his direction and Eddie finally complied. He opened the book and started reading where they had left off before their quarrel.

Studying with Eddie was no easy task for her, and felt more like herding cats than anything else. Feral, crazy cats who had the attention span of goldfish, juggling with three different kinds of things while everything was on fire. But to her complete surprise, she also liked doing it. He was kind and unbelievingly entertaining, always making her laugh and smile with his dramatics and stupid jokes.

Over six months they had become kind of friends from something, that had started as simple study dates to help Eddie finally graduate this time. Unfortunately, their friendship was restricted to hanging out at the library, because her boyfriend Jason wasn’t a big fan of Eddie. And unfortunately, Chrissy didn’t have the guts to stand her ground and go against him. So to Jason and the rest of the school, Eddie and Chrissy simply were study buddies and nothing more.

They were able to finish the paper before the library closed off and kicked them out for the day.

After saying their goodbyes and planning their last meet before spring break next week, Chrissy hurried outside to the parking lot where Jason was waiting. She should be glad to see her boyfriend again, she really should, but after the friendly and relaxed hours with Eddie, she always felt suffocated getting into his car. To her, it also felt like she had to be a completely different person with him, switching from cheerful and happy, to silent and reserved. But maybe relationships worked like that.

“You’re late.”

She wasn’t and he knew that. But Jason always had to nag at her about something.

“Sorry”, she replies timidly, buckling up.

Jason started the car and they drove off. “Munson tried anything funny?”

“No, he didn’t. He never does.”

He always asked that. As if Eddie was some kind of monster, who had nothing better to do than grab innocent girls during studying and have his merry way with them. Chrissy felt hot under her collar at that thought, hastily shoving it aside before Jason could notice her blushing. And it was true what she said, Eddie was a total gentleman in this department. He never tried to get close to her, always keeping his distance, and for an unknown reason this bothered Chrissy to an extent, she wasn’t ready to dwell on.

“Good. I don’t like that you are spending so much time with him, even if it’s just for studying. He’s dangerous Chrissy, trust me. People like him sooner or later flip and I don’t want you to stand in the line of fire when that happens.” Jason sounded worried, taking her hand during his little speech and squeezing it lightly. It was nice of him to worry, even if it was unnecessary.

Eddie was a good guy, and hopefully one day Jason was able to see it too.

So she kept her mouth shut until that happened, dodging unnecessary discussions they had had about a hundred times since her and Eddie’s little study arrangement had started.

She was a good girlfriend after all like Jason and her mother wanted her to be. She liked to keep them happy. And if they were happy, she was happy. Easy as that.

[lemonadecabaret]

🍋    about the mun

first of all, welcome to the blog! feel free to call me marcy (short for marcella), i’m over the age of twenty-one and use she/her pronouns. currently, i am living in the eastern standard timezone and have a pretty busy life outside of tumblr, meaning that my activity may not be that constant. i’ve been roleplaying for a really long time and have a pretty decent amount of experience under my belt. i tend not to give out personal information so please do not ask for it. 

🍋    guidelines

first.  this blog is nsfw and not safe for minors. i will not be following or interacting with anyone under the age of 21 on this blog and i do not want anyone under the age of 21 to be following me. i will tag most triggers but i am human, so if i mess up on that front please remind me nicely through inbox or ims. i will not be posting any written nsfw under a ‘read more’ and various taboo themes will likely be present on this blog, please do not follow if these things make you uncomfortable. your space is yours to control.

second. this is a drama, hate, and kinkshaming free space. if there’s something that you don’t like on this blog it takes about three to five seconds to unfollow/block. i don’t judge others and i don’t like to be judged, respect is a two-way street. if you come to me to plot and lay out things that you like and things that you don’t, i will happily keep them in mind when interacting with you.

third. mun does not equal muse. i cannot stress this enough. just because i write a thing or a character that i write is into a thing, this does not necessarily mean that i, as a person, condone the thing. the writing on this blog is all fictional and not a representation of real life.

fourth. i really don’t care about formatting. i’m going to be making my font small and using gif icons for the most part. you do you.

fifth. it’s possible that i may drop a thread or two. don’t take this personally. rp is a hobby for me and tbh i have the attention span of a goldfish at times. i’m absolutely into multiple threads with the same people, always accepting of memes and starters, etc. don’t be afraid or nervous to interact!

more to be added as i think of things.

🍋    banned fcs

youtubers. tiktokers. viners. any sort of social media celebrity tbh. most disney channel stars. (notable exclusions: zendaya, dove cameron)

🍋    misc.

i can be persuaded to take on additional characters or use certain fcs. i’m not saying that i’ll immediately agree but if you’ve got a good plot or something interesting to throw at me, i can and will entertain the notion.

1000% here for aus and whatnot. i love aus. just because i’ve given my muses a basic verse to start them off in, it doesn’t mean that they’re only limited to that universe.

currently getting back into the swing of rp after a hiatus. give me some time and patience when it comes to getting used to all these new changes. because this is a new/revamped account i'm using beta editor.

🍋    interest checker .

[shizuoi]

Talk Shop Tuesday: what does it mean to be “in” a fandom for you? Is it enjoying the media? Reblogging gifs? Actually writing/creating? What’s your metric between liking something and being in its fandom?

ough this is a question™ the easy and most quantifiable answer is creating for a "fandom", which is probably how i refer to it externally. like i only really say im part of a fandom to other people if i've created something for it or i've watched it for so long that it's part of me. like i grew up on star trek os and mash and stuff, so even if i dont create for them, i still fee like im a part of that fandom bc i engage in posts online and i read fic and think about them.

i think at it's core, being in a fandom for me means liking something enough to be thinking about it over a longer span of time? in that way, "fandom" doesnt feel like the right term bc it's almost inextricably tied to the creation of things? like to have witnessed a media and enjoyed it enough that it lasts in me (which is easier said than done bc i have the attention span of a goldfish LOL) is what seems to count in the long run. i might drift in and out, but having enjoyed it and thought about it and maybe read things related to/about it or something makes me feel like im a part of it, in a way. idk this is a very good question and answering this at work at 4 in the afternoon probably isn't conducive to the most eloquent answer OTL

[vltines]

“stop fucking procastinating.”

you roll your eyes, ignoring bakugou’s statement for the third time this evening. bakugou knew that you’ll eventually blame yourself once you’re in the process of procastinating later on, so this caused him to yank your mouse away from your hand, deleting the extra tabs on your laptop that weren’t truly necessary for the study session. 

“katsu, i was reading something!” you furrow your eyebrows, receiving nothing from your human pomeranian but a sharp stare.

“stop reading something else and focus on doing your stupid essay!” he says sternly, slightly enough for you to breathe out a sigh when you’re back on focusing on your assigned task. 

nonetheless, knowing that your short attention span couldn’t even cooperate, you were once again staring at the shortly written paragraph on your screen, slowly peeking at the bakugou’s heavenly features, wishing not to get caught because this sight can possibly be the new death of you. indeed, he was heavenly, maybe an angel too.

“can you finish your goddamn work for once and stop staring?” he looks at you with the usual gleam of his bright red orbs, almost like looking through your soul, melting it in an instant. 

well, maybe not.

“misui, i literally have an attention span of a goldfish right now, and i don’t even know the meaning of this ugly stupid article.” you finally gave up trying to comprehend the same paragraph all over and over again.

“plus, i don’t have the high motivation vibration going on in this room,” you claimed, moving your arms like a wave to imitate your sentence. 

bakugou shakes his head in disappointment, not paying any further attention to what you were doing at this point. he is concerned for your studies though, yet he really didn’t want you to feel all burnt out after trying to push you to do your work.

“unless,” you utter, making bakugou’s hand freeze from writing, “you can give me the motivation, like giving me a kiss for every paragraph i do.” 

bakugou makes a disgusted face, saying, “hell no.”

“but-” 

“i said, no.” he repeated, pursing your lips before your hands lifting up to shut your laptop.

“fine then, i’m going to study at my room where you’re gone and i’m all alone, sitting in my butt paining chair as i stare at my laptop without your help. and i’m going to pass this quarter and tell you how-” 

and there it was. katsuki grabbing your jaw aggresively, pressing his lips onto yours, deepening the kiss that made your nonfunctional idiotic brain to become even dumber. and once both of you were short out of breathe.

“now go write your fucking essay.” he pulls away from your satisfied grin then softly pushes your head away. 

you laugh at his flustered reaction, clasping onto his arm like a kitten who’s been craving for a longing attention. you finally look at him while doing the ‘thing’ with your pretty eyes, smiling at the sight of bakugou.

“can i get another kiss for an extra boost?”

and so he squints his eyes, “no, now go study or i’ll be the one giving you an extra boost to the window.”

wow, how romantic.

[alohajun]

♡ GOLDFISH ATTENTION SPAN — JANG YUBIN

yubin x gn!reader | wc : 1.3k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, boarding school au, tooth-rotting fluff, petnames (love, sweetpea), mentions of medicine, tutor to bestie to lover, essays and math x_x, a kiss scene (omg scandalous ik) | request : hey loki! i know you mainly write for trsr and enha, i was wondering if you could write a fluffy tutor to lovers fic for yubin from mirae? if not, that’s perfectly fine <3 @yogurteume

“hi, i’m y/n. thanks for offering to tutor me. i really hope it’s no trouble.”

you bowed politely as the tall male entered your dorm, greeting you with a cute smile which made your heart skip a beat — or maybe two.

“i’m jang yubin, and it’s no trouble, really! anything for a classmate.” he waved off your thanks, taking a seat as he prepared his things. “miss kwon says you have the potential to get a scholarship to yonsei university.”

“oh? did she?”

“she’s said the same thing to me, too. let’s study hard and get into yonsei together!”

a smile adorned your face at the male’s words, finding his enthusiasm totally contagious. you always had issues with focusing, resulting in you zoning out during lessons, and thus, missing out on the work. all the student tutors your teacher recommended were never this excited to work with you, and it made you think if things with this tutor would be any different.

will you give up on me halfway, just like the others, jang yubin?

it was one week of tutoring you, and jang yubin was still showing up for your lessons. there wasn’t much progress, but yubin would not give up that easily.

“this is pointless. drafting a ten-thousand-word essay is pointless. i can’t deal with this now … or ever. i’ll just become a stri–” you whined, surprised when yubin threw himself against you, slapping his hand over your mouth as he widened his eyes in horror.

“not in the library, y/n! have a filter, would you?!” he scolded, playfully flicking your forehead. “you can do this, okay? trust me.” yubin slowly took his hand away from your mouth, giving you an encouraging smile as he nodded.

you returned the smile. “i trust you. thanks for helping me out, yubin-ah,” you thanked, linking your arms with his as you looked over the books on the table. “if i’m gonna pass this test, it’s gonna be because of you.”

“we haven’t started studying yet, y/n.” he chuckled, shaking his head. “let’s just go through the work today and see what areas you don’t understand, okay?” yubin smiled, ruffling your hair at the way you looked at him. “and if you understand the basics well, i’ll let you use my pretty colored pens you like to make your notes,” he explained, earning a grin from you.

“yes, score! let’s get started!”

yubin traced the words with his pencil. “yep, so when the positive moves to the other side like this, it becomes a negative. but if it just moves within, it remains positive,” he explained, looking at you to make sure you were listening.

he snickered at the way you were leaning your head on your hand, eyes fluttered close. if there was one thing he learnt within the two weeks of tutoring you, it was that you had the attention span of a goldfish — and you could sleep anywhere at any time.

and just like he did normally, yubin reached out to pat your head, running his fingers through your hair to wake you up. you sheepishly smiled as your eyes opened, meeting yubin’s kind gaze and apologizing softly before rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

“are you getting enough sleep, y/n?” he inquired, a tinge of worry clear in his tone as he looked at you. “you’ve been falling asleep during our lessons a lot these days.”

your brows furrowed, the question taking you off guard. your tutors rarely cared about you — only scolding you when you fell asleep during lessons before complaining to your teacher and giving up.

“i’ve been getting the night shifts at work, and the early morning classes don’t help, so i’m struggling a little,” you replied, looking at your book when you felt yubin’s eyes on you. “nothing big, though!” you waved it off, tracing random numbers as you pretended to study.

“do you have work today, too?” yubin inquired, his smile never fading, even for a second. “you have an exam tomorrow, you know? we can’t have my y/n falling asleep in the middle of their exam.” he laughed, avoiding the playful punch you threw his way.

“i do. in three hours, actually.”

“i’ll cover your shift for you. just stay home and study.”

your eyes widened at his words, shaking your head vigorously as you declined his offer. “no, no. it’s completely fine!” you waved your hands. “i won’t fall asleep. i’ll down three espressos as soon as i wake up. you don’t have to do that.”

“i wasn’t offering, love.” yubin chuckled, poking the side of your head. “i was telling you. i will cover your shift so you can study and get some rest before the exam.” despite the smile on his face, his strict tone told you there was no arguing with him.

“alright, alright.” you surrendered, nudging the male when he smiled victoriously. “thank you, yubin-ah. i owe you one.” you leaned forward, placing a chaste kiss on his cheek as a token of gratitude.

“if that’s your way of thanking me, i would’ve taken up your shifts two weeks ago.”

“y/n … sweet pea, when was the last time you left your desk?” a very concerned yubin would ask when he came to see you after coming back.

your assignment was due in a week, and yubin was an absolute angel in helping you out through every step. so when the weekend came where he was supposed to visit his parents, you urged him to focus on his family for the two days, letting him know you could handle the work — after all, you had a lot of time.

well, unluckily for you, the two days without yubin were when everything went downhill.

your teacher sent everyone an email stating they were collecting the assignments after the weekend, before also mentioning a few more pointers that needed to be included in order to get a passing grade on your assignment.

but of course, you being you, didn’t want to interrupt yubin’s weekend with his family, so you took up everything yourself, pulling constant all-nighters to work on the assignment that was due the next day.

“i don’t know. you should ask miss kwon,” you grumbled under your breath, typing furiously on your laptop. “she’s the reason i’m stuck at my desk, anyway.”

yubin sighed, noting the red splotches on your wrist, realizing you were forcing yourself to stay awake by pinching yourself. his gaze darted towards the orange medicine container and the countless power drinks that littered the floor.

“y/n, take a break now. i’m here, right? let’s just rest for an hour.”

you shook your head, scoffing as the thought of resting sounded ridiculous to you. “no, i can’t just ‘rest’, yubin! my teacher thought it was logical to pull back a deadline by a week and add even more pointers. i need to do well if i have to get into yonsei with you, and i know i’m lacking but–” you blabbered, anxious about the deadline that was approaching with each passing minute.

before you could register it, yubin held your face between his hands, pulling you closer as he softly placed a kiss on your lips. the kiss took you by surprise, but you couldn't help but chase his lips as he pulled away. your eyes were wide as yubin looked at you with a nervous smile, trying to read your expressions.

“i’ll stay up with you and help you with the assignment.” he promised, softly grasping your hands, his smile widening when you didn’t deny his touch. “just take a break for an hour, that’s all.”

“y-you are just gonna act all normal with me?” you avoided his gaze, pretending to be annoyed with the way the male kept smiling at you. “after what you just did?”

yubin grinned, pulling on your hands so your face was closer to his. “why? do you want more of that?” he asked, laughing when you pushed him away. “i didn’t want to do it like this, but i really like you, y/n.”

“i really like you too, yubin. and i’ve never been more thankful for my goldfish attention span since i met you because of it.”

© 2022 ALOHAJUN | PLEASE REFRAIN FROM COPYING OR REPOSTING MY WORK WITHIN OR OUTSIDE THIS SITE

[lonesome--hunter]

Top 5 books

This is gonna sound so bad but I don't read enough actual books because my attention span is in the negative. When I do read it's usually a whump fic on here. And I'm still so behind. (PS if you all want to send me your recs for whump series so I can try to catch up soon)

The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty series by Anne Rice under her erotica pen name A.N. Roquelaure. Highly recommend. Especially if you're into slavery, pet whump set in a fairy tale world. I'm pretty sure it was my bisexual awakening. It's so dreamy. I still need to read the fourth book in the series.

Pestilence. Technically I'm still reading this but omg there's such good lady whump in it. (Pestilence ties her wrists to his horse and forces her to walk behind him in Vancouver winter. It's a dark romance. I need to finish it before my Kindle unlimited trial runs out.

Shock Value: A Tasteful Book About Bad Taste by John Waters. John Waters taught me so much about myself and really has been a formative figure in my life. My first exposure to that kind of cult queer hero. He made it cool to be a weirdo. Watching Polyester for the first time and then seeing him speak live was a highlight of my life.

Goodreads says I read Captive Prince but I think it's lying. I also have a goldfish brain.

A Wolf at the Table by Augusten Burroughs. A memoir I could reread a million times even though it's super upsetting at times. I could read his writing forever. (Running with Scissors is about his life and a fantastic film btw.)

[blazedrawsstuff]

Here is the son of a scorpion man, Brock!

Brock Chelicerata

Son of a Scorpion Man

Parent

A Scorpion Man/Girtablilu

Age

17

Killer Style

I prefer my outfits to be of the semi-formal variety, and I have grown especially fond of my father's varsity Casketball jacket, even if it's a hand-me-down.

Freaky Flaw

I'll concede and say that I do have trouble paying attention to things for so long...and admittingly some of my features have made me quite clumsy.

Pet

My goldfish named Xane, sure, it's not as extravagant as some of the other ghouls pets, but I love him just the same as any owner would.

Favorite Activity

I love to write and read, and I've taken a great interest in mystery stories. Aside from that, I do enjoy taking my friends out for ice cream.

Pet Peeve

Mistreatment of my friends, and innocent people, one of the few things I despite. Regarding myself, when I get startled, I end up stinging people, I never mean to do it...but I can't really help it.

Favorite Subject

Creative Writing, Mr. Pentagram* and I are terrorific pals!

Least Favorite Subject

Mad Science, shamefully, my pincers and tail have caused more than a few incidents in the classroom.

Favorite Colors

Teal

Favorite Food

As I have spent my early years in the desert, I adore cold desserts such as ice cream. My favorite flavors being the more "unusual" ones, Blueberry ice cream is my current top contender.

Friends

Wydowna Spider (Girlfriend)

Deuce Gorgon

Neighthan Rot

Cleo de Nile

Hajime Hitokuchi (OC)

Gigi Grant

Jon Campbell (EW MH AU Only)

Abilities

Pincer Claws and Pincer Grip

As a scorpion man, Brock has a pair of arms with pincers instead of hands, these pincers have a very strong grip, strong enough to break wood and glass even.

Venomous Sting

As with all scorpions, his stinger is full of venom that injects into the victim when stung. Fortunately, it's not fatal but it does cause temporary paralysis of the victim, the time the side effects last for depend on how much venom was injected into the victim. This is often involuntarily done as part of Brock's "startle reflex".

Prehensile Tail

Unless he is startled, Brock can control his tail to act as an extra appendage.

Wall Scaling

Brock can freely walk, or most specifically, crawl, through surfaces, walls and the ceiling without falling.

Bioluminescence

Just like other scorpions, Brock's body will glow a neon blue when under ultraviolet light.

Skillset

Multitasking

Brock can assign his arms different tasks and divide his attention between them, however he finds it difficult to do this mostly because of his short attention span, as well as being extremely tiring.

Writing

Brock is a talented writer, especially when writing stories, his favorite being mystery stories.

Personality

Brock is laid-back, gentlemanly, and charismatic, he is kind and helpful to others as well. It actually rather difficult to make him angry, it takes a lot to piss him off. He loves his girlfriend, Wydowna Spider with all of his heart and while not all that into fighting, is willing to protect her should the need arise. In fact, insulting Wydowna is one of if not the only way to anger him.

Brock does have a short-attention span, mainly for things that don't fully hold his attention. He can also get wrapped up in his hobbies that he forgets his own needs sometimes. He can also be quite the people-pleaser, though he is not above putting boundries for certain things (such as when Dawn suggested he write a gruesome bad ending to one of his stories, which he refused to do.), There also times where he can be indecisive as well.

Trivia/Additional Information

As he had spent his early years in the dessert, Brock did not know what rain and snow was for years. It wasn't until his family moved to New Salem when he was in 3rd grade that he first witnessed rain and snow. He thought the sky was crying when he first saw rain for the first time.

He and Deuce met each other on a rainy day in 3rd grade, it was Deuce who told him what rain was.

The buckle on Brock's belt is the symbol of the Akkadian Empire, where Scorpion Men were first introduced in myths.

The choice to make Brock's favorite color Teal came from the color scorpions glow under ultraviolet light.

His last name "Chelicerata" comes from the subdivision of the phylum "Arthopodia", which includes animals such as arachnids like scorpions and spiders.

His headcanon voice is Xander Mobus, specifically his voice for Sparkling Cookie from Cookie Run Kingdom.

Brock's hair is dyed, before he dyed it, it was blackish-brown.

*The fanmade MH universe interpretation of SCP-2980 (Devil's Nightlight). The demon is known as "Stan Pentagram" or "Mr. Pentagram" in this universe.

[gojoscloset]

“Hello, I just read your writing d**k appointment and I like it very much. And suddenly, I saw that you open the request NSFW dialogue prompts. Would you please write prompt 60 “Looks like someone wants to be a dad/mom” with Gojo or Megumi please 🥺”

Bahaha omg I’m so sorry I’m late as hell I’ve been busy with a lot mentally cause I have the attention span of a goldfish.

Please please enjoy, thank you so much for requesting lol. I’m back on my bullshit ✨

60. “Looks like someone wants to be a mom/dad”

WARNINGS: N S F W

Reposted from previous account

Smut obvs.

Breeding kink???? (if you squint)

Cream pie

Mentions of Pregnancy

No proofread??

————-

“Looks like someone wants to be a mom.”

You didn’t dare look away from what you thought had to be one of the cutest pairs of baby shoes you have ever laid your eyes on.

“Hmm? What do you mean? I just thought they were cute!” you lifted the pair of shoes up and gave your boyfriend a grin.

But Satoru was no idiot.

You see, these past few months have been filled with nothing but waves of emotions and ideas that you would have never thought you would have contemplated this early in life, but a pregnancy scare earlier in the year shook your world and turned it on its axis.

Of course you had imagined a life with Satoru, possibly married in the later years, and a potential family way wayyy down the line. However, you were content with where you two stood. A strong and healthy relationship, 2 consenting adults in love. But you also had to remember you were 2 powerful sorcerers in love. So even with your line of work, kids at the moment seemed really out of the question. Hell, even being in a relationship with someone like Satoru was a blessing with the lives you two lived. So even the idea of bearing his child seemed like you were asking for a lot from the universe.

When your period came late, all your little fantasies and thoughts of having a family took a step closer to becoming reality, you melted at the idea of becoming a mother and all your fears and doubts were thrown out the window.

But alas, the joy left just as fast as it came you were back on your regular schedule the day before your doctor's appointment. Relieved of course, but things weren’t the same.

Day after day you caught yourself indulging more and more in the idea of what your life would be like with a child. Would your first child be a girl or a boy? Whose features would they take on the most? Oh how you prayed to the gods that they would look more like Satoru than anything.

Would you be a good mother? Would Satoru be a good father? There was no doubt in your mind that he would be.

Don’t even get started on the names.

Your gaze would linger when you would pass up children and their parents at a park. Or when you would pass up baby clothes at the shopping strip, you would stop in your tracks and imagine your future child wearing that outfit.

Secretly you would shop for clothes online just to ‘see what they look like’ Or secretly read first time mom forums on breddit just to ‘See how it feels’ but it was so much more than just a passing curiosity.

And of course, You weren’t the only one who noticed the change.

You and Satoru have been in the love game for a respectable amount of time, and have spent the seconds, hours,days,weeks,months,years, in each other's presence. He would absolutely be able to acknowledge when you’d turn your head in the kids section or when your gaze would linger on the little girls in princess dresses at the market, corners of your lips curling just a little.

Or when a toddler at the grocery store handed him a fake phone,in which he pretended to answer with such enthusiasm you would almost believe he was actually on the phone with someone,he could visibly see how your heart melted at the sight. You looked at him like you wanted to marry him on the spot for the rest of the day. A personal favorite memory of his.

Satoru was a dumbass, but he was not stupid.

You didn’t know how much he loved seeing these little things, the little changes in you. Behind his tinted shades and through his long lashes, he would carefully watch your duality go from powerful sorcerer to something maternal.Something you never did in all the time he has known you until after the scare.

It made him want to jump your bones on the spot and put a baby in you every time, but you never brought up the topic despite seeming to be interested in motherhood, and respectfully he left it alone. But you had been caught red handed almost always.

Satoru held himself back when he had various opportunities to talk about it, do you know how hard that is to do as Satoru?

He wanted to press on. He wanted to pry and ask you all kinds of questions regarding the sudden change, but he knew that there was a time and place for everything, and now was definitely not the time nor location.

“Hey, not bad!” He allowed his glasses to slip off the bridge if his nose ever so slightly to get a better view.

“I would wear these if they came in my size”

He joked, you smacked his arm playfully and laughed.

“Cmon lets g-“

You were about to place the shoes back on the rack but he stopped you before you did. He pulled out his phone and snapped a few photos of the shoes and tag.

“I was being serious” he stated plainly, earning another laugh from the both of you.

——

The rest of the day went on as normal, for the most part. The little interaction at the store replayed not only in your mind but Satoru’s as well.

‘Did I make it too obvious?’

‘Did I overdo it with the shoes?’

‘Is it time to talk about it?’

—-

‘Toru..’ you whined but that didn’t stop him from continuing to bend you like a pretzel while plowing into you.

“Don’t be shy now, you look so good like this. ...And those faces you make....” he licked his lips reaching out to grab your jaw, thumb running across your lip.

Even though you were whining about the embarrassing positions he kept putting you in, your body was on fire and didn’t want this to end.

With every position he managed to go deeper and deeper, hitting places only he knew how to hit. He utilized the curve of his dick just how you liked it, grazing your favorite spots with every thrust.

The way your walls fluttered and clenched against his made them his favorite spots too.

It was crazy to you how Satoru knew your body like nobody else did. He knew every curve, every dip, every corner. He knew what made you weak in the knees and what you disliked with a passion. He knew what made you cream, what made you wet, what made your back arch and your toes curl.

“You like that Hmm?” He bucked his hips, folding your legs up, pushing your knees as close to your chest as possible.

He gazed into your eyes, watching the way your face wrenched in pleasure. He needed that, he loved that. Being able to see your expression contour and twist because of him, god it got him off.

He looked down at you, his usually spiky hair now flattened with sweat, strands sticking to the side of his face. He bit his lip, and gripped your hips with force, bruises were guaranteed.

He brought you closer, you slowed your breathing to control the ride. You two had been fucking long enough to know the Cues, the way your body twitched and the little sounds you would make when you were close triggered the muscle memory and he moved in the way he knew would push you over the edge.

“D..Don't slow down!” You commanded, throwing your head back into the sheets, the familiar tingling sensation starting at your core, his pace picking up, hands trailing down your abdomen, fingers circling around your clit, wet with its own slick.

He couldn’t help but suck on his own bottom lip watching your body rock in rhythm with his, the way your breast bounced, he couldn’t help but grab a handful.

“That’s right baby….” he spoke softly, voice just above the lewd sounds you two we’re making. The squelching, skin slapping skin, the gasping sounds when he would thrust back into you.

He was getting carried away, letting the words just spill from his lips. “Mmmm fuck yeah baby, you feel so fucking good.” He groaned “fuck around and put a baby in you-“

You had been with this man for many many moons, had been through thick and thin, but nothing had prepared you two for that awkward moment.

All movements ceased the second he stopped talking. Both of you pulled away and just looked at each other, embarrassment demonstrated on both of your faces.

Both of you seemed to think about the Barget incident, and then every other incident which made the dirty talk hit different.

“Sorry” Quickly he spoke, in hopes of somehow saving his ass in case things went south.

“W-what for?” You continued to try and mask your feelings about the situation(s), but nothing could get past his eyes.

He was no idiot, you knew that, but you still tried him, because sometimes he lets your shit slide. But not this time.

“Please y/n, I’ve seen the change in you.”

The air was thick, momentarily, but the smile on his face gave you clarity.

“The lingering looks, the shoes at the store… I’ve noticed” his large hands cupped your face, thumb brushing calming shapes against your cheek.

“Is there something we need to talk about?”

He released you from your position and sat up straight.

“Toru…do you really wanna talk about this now?????” Sheepish under the circumstances

“Don’t give me that. We’ve been together too long for you to try and play this game with me.”

His hands found their way to you once again. Pulling you by the wrists, he sat you up and made you look at him as he continued to speak.

“Communication remember?” He was soft, yet stern.

“You haven’t been the same since the missed period incident.” Your jaw dropped, he was on it even with the timing.

There was no sense in hiding anything anymore, this man knows all, this man sees all.

“I’d be lying if I said you were wrong….you see..” you began to pour your heart out, trying your hardest to keep eye contact with him.

“The pregnancy scare heightened the want for a family with you, Satoru. I envision a lot of things, and you being in my future for a long long time is one of them...”

He held your gaze while looking at you like you were the most beautiful thing in the world. He listened intently like you were whispering the secrets of the universe to him.

“But I never brought up the topic of family because we’re-“

“Sorcerers” He finished the sentence for you, the small smile he held earlier now turned into a flat line.

The speed in which he did was almost enough to make you flinch. Bittersweet in a way,at least this confirmed that he too thought about a family with you at one point but considered the circumstances.

A“Exactly..” you continued. “And the scare made me realize what I want in life..with you. But it’s out of reach and it’s not something I wanted to project onto- “

His large hands placed themselves in either side of your face and Satoru showered you with kisses.

“I. Love. You. So. Much.” He spoke in between kisses.

“I love you too, but- AH!!! What are you doing??!”

Satoru pulled you by your ankles, placing himself in between your legs once again.

“Putting a baby in you, that's what.” He gave you such a sweet and loving look, it didn’t match the words that spewed from his lips.

“T-that’s not funny…” Quickly, you covered your entrance before he even thought about it.

“Exactly, because it wasn’t a joke sweetheart.”

“Wait, but what about-”

“We’ll be fine, i’m the strongest, remember?” he gave you a playful wink and grabbed your wrists, playfully prying your hands away, he wasn’t going to do anything though, not without your consent, but seeing how flustered he could make you fed the already enlarged ego he owned.

“Now tell me, do you want a boy or girl? Ooh, what about their names?”

“ Satoru… wait… are you sure? Don’t you wanna think about it a little more?”

He let out a playful laugh and pointed a finger dramatically at you, “Are you sure?”

Without missing a beat you nodded, you wanted this so bad, and by the looks of it, so did he.

“That’s all you had to say, let me take care of you, my pillow princess”

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The sultry night was young.How many times have you came already? It didn’t matter.

His arms were wrapped around your entire body, holding you in place as he bounced you up and down his shaft.

“My pretty girl… my sweet sweet princess.” He whispered against your skin, tongue grazing from your collar bone up to your jaw, tasting your sweat. He wanted to breathe you in, and make you his air. The words replayed in his mind as he fucked you senseless.

“and you being in my future for a long long time is one of them...”

“Toru…” Your breathing hitched,, his praise made your walls twitch around him. He got the hint and immediately went to work. In a swift movement you were beneath his form. His skin glistening with a layer of sweat.

“ How do you want it?” he groaned, draping your leg over his shoulder while grabbing the other one, spreading you wider. You were grateful for the change of position, you have been wanting to touch him for a while now but the grip he had you in earlier was not letting it happen.

Your hands hungrily made his way to his chest and arms.

“As long...as I get it…” you managed to mutter through moans. His thrusts became erratic, a sign that he was coming undone as well.

“Look at me..tell me how you want it....tell me how you need it” he licked his lips with desire. You managed to look at him through half lidded eyes, giving him exactly what he wanted, he always did the same for you.

You lifted your hips up some, grinding harder against him, letting more of him fill you up, you could swear you felt his head kiss your cervix. You did a kegel, walls giving his dick a hug.

The actions earned you a breathy moan, he almost lost his cool, it threw off his pace momentarily but when he picked back up, the speed was doubled.

“You like to play dirty, hmm? “

“The only way I like to play…”

“Very well then” he said through grit teeth, finger moving to where you were connected, rubbing your clit in circles without mercy. You were pushed over the edge quickly, mouth Ajar, and body convulsing against him, his movements did not falter.

“That’s my good girl”

He lowered his body down mouth to cage you between his arms, droplets of sweat falling onto the sheets as he tried to avoid sweat falling into your eyes.

“Are you sure?”

He asked once again, not moving an inch until you gave him the go.

You simply stared up at him, goofy grin he always carried on him plastered onto his handsome face.

You gave him the go once again and he bucked his hips.

This particular moment was sweet sweet bliss. Normally Satoru would be careless with his movements when it came to chasing his orgasm, but not this particular one. His touches would linger, fingertips burning themselves into your skin with passion, making their way from your hips to your hands, large fingers filling in the gaps between your own.

His kisses were oh so immaculate. Sweet and soft, but most importantly, abundant.

And the way he spoke your name. Only Satoru could make his words come out like they were coated in honey.

His hips snapped and he gave your hand a squeeze, face in the crook of your neck, the hot breath against your skin forced chills down your spine, with you

“I love you so much…” he groaned into your ear. With a few more bucks of his hips you felt his seed spill into you. You were running on fumes at this point, overkill with the overstim, but that’s how you liked it.

You felt your clit throb, your walls still fluttering against him from your previous climax like they were sucking every last drop of out of him.

He looked down at you silently, but the look on his face, the calm waters in his eyes said everything he needed to say. You couldn’t tear away your gaze, you were already high off the blue dream.

His eyes moved from yours to your lips, they looked needy to him. He bent his head down and planted a kiss, despite the scenario, it was chaste. Innocent. Refreshing.

“I love you.” He repeated, though he had no doubt you felt the same. “I know you do...there is not a single doubt in my mind...and I love you oh so very much, more than I could ever put in words.”

There was another comfortable silence, however, the small smile that was on your face quickly turned into a flustered look when he pulled out of you and spread your legs open, looking at the mess he made inside of you.

“W-what the fuck are you doing?!!”

You laughed nervously and tried closing your legs, but he held them open, too strong for you to try and fight against it.

“I just wanted to see the masterpiece I made. Plus-“ he positioned himself between your legs again

“I’m not done, I want to make sure I get the job done right.”

He gave you a wink, and immediately you knew you were in for a long night.

A very very long night.

[lokisprettygirl]

My god them both with their insecurities and the healing. I can't.......❤❤. I had a really bad day yesterday and reading this lovely chapter really helped, thank you so much. All the fluff I needed. Which is also the reason I didn't tell you this tommorow because I have the attention span of a goldfish whenever I'm upset 😅. Back to blu, the giant worm thing seriously you took words out of my mouth. I was just gonna say that last time just with a giant ant. That's a terrible nightmare of mine. But if they have a world with a Bluey/Loki ant. I'm all for it. He shopped!! So cute, imagining him and Phil going all fashion police in the store. I really like that you didn't put a picture of the clothes they bought. Whenever a writer does, I usually don't like it ( I'm really picky) but I can't imagine any other clothes no matter how hard I try after that. Not that any writer shouldn't do anything they like but my brain is just nope they're the writer they know best. They got to go the engagement together, while that is good. I have a feeling it's gonna make things harder for them. There were doctors there, what if they recognize him. They have seen bluey. May not be able to because she wasn't but still. Stark will question anything and everything, I just know. Or am I being too paranoid???? Anyway, the freezer sex. Wow, you're making it really hard for me to ever get ice cream. How do I do that without turning into a tomato now? Let me get my ice cream miss. Two words "for now" enough to kill a person. Your words really are swords and the gauze at the same time. Brilliant writing as always. 💝

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I'm sorry you had a bad day but I'm glad you are feeling better now.

That's how I am with snakes and everything that crawls, it gives me heebies but If it was bluey. Damn I'm going to love that thing 😂

I have put pictures before but I like to believe my taste in clothes is pretty good as I'm very picky myself.

I don't think any other doctors were allowed to see him except bruce. They picked the one who'd betray them 😂😂

We will see what stark does, hes surely desperate to get back the creature.

Freezer is ruined forever , there's no coming back from that hole 🤣

Thank you for your constant encouragement for this fic..means the world 💓