#and you’re not even supporting me properly lmao

[sleepysnk]

someone else made a post like this but i’m abt to just start blocking people who spam like but don’t reblog a single thing.

[astrow1zar6]

Astrology Observations~44

Capricorn risings have A LOT of sex appeal. Their serious nature makes them look smart asf and hot. They can be pretty arrogant though.

Scorpio moons are usually really passionate about music and make the best musicians. (It’s no surprise why most famous artists have this moon sign). Example; Beyoncé, Lady Gaga, Miley Cyrus…

Venus in the 7th house synastry is the best 7th house placements to have with a partner imo. (Especially if the man is the Venus person) he will literally kiss the ground you walk on.

Neptune in the 1st house is beneficial for attractiveness and magnetism but bad in terms of stable mental health. These people usually go thru so much. This placement can be very mentally/emotionally exhausting. They thru a lot of identity crisises (Atleast you’re hot though).

Pisces suns/mercs jump to conclusions A LOT. They are either spot on or completely delusional lmao (usually it’s a good 50/50😭).

Cancer sun/risings have very round circular head shapes (like the moon).

Leo Venuses are abnormally good at drawing & art from what I’ve noticed. They also have very good fashion sense. They look very expensive in general even if they don’t come from a lot of money.

People with Taurus in the 12th house tend to use people for their money & material goods. I notice this is a big leech placement when underdeveloped. I’ve seen people grown asf with full time jobs & still expected people to pay for them. Especially if you’ve emotionally betrayed them they can guilt you into giving them things.

Pisces moons are surprisingly very hard headed at times & usually don’t learn from past mistake’s quickly. I love this placement but I notice a lot tend to make pretty poor life choices if not properly guided.

Having Saturn & Jupiter in the same house can be very odd to have. I have mine both in the 4th house and although I was raised very poor I had a lot of rich family who would take me on vacation with them and go to other countries… so even though I was poor i experienced a lot of things most poor people never experienced. We also had big family gatherings but at the same time we were all very emotionally distant from eachother and just got together to try uk. We all had a shitty relationship with each-other but we cared enough to really try and act like a functional family. Also my family started off very small when I was young (Saturn influence) (me my mom and my grandma and uncle) then got really big as I aged (Jupiter influence). I had to grow up very fast when I was young because of my financial situation(Saturn) but I was very favorable in my family so my rich family was usually very supportive in helping me and my mom (Jupiter). It’s such a push pull effect with Saturn & Jupiter in the same house (one house restricts the other expands). Lmk your guys experience with this in the comments!

Saturn in the 3rd house people had a harder time communicating with others & usually struggled in academics. Could’ve needed extra help growing up. This gives a similar vibe to having a Merc in retrograde imo.

Having a Libra rising in a composite chart can be so annoying for the people around (especially if the people around you are single) you guys will be attached at the hip & usually get along so beautifully as a couple. But this can be a big PDA placement and can give a bit of tunnel vision where u ignore everyone in the room but your partner. Also if you’re not together with this placement you could be used to people saying “you guys would look cute together!”. But 9/10 if u have this placement with a person you definitely felt some typa way about them at some point 😏

Virgo placements either talk up a storm and are very loud and vocal or they are so quiet and struggle with severe social anxiety no in between.

The most selfish childish person I ever met had a Sagittarius sun with a Leo moon. They will make everything about them ALL THE TIME.

I notice a lot of sag suns came from pretty well off families or rich families.

Taurus risings tend to be into dying their hair weird colors (like pastel pink, bright blue ect).

8th house synastry is only hot when the attraction is mutual.. but when it’s ONE SIDED it literally feels like you’re dying internally constantly. I fell in love with someone where my moon, mars, ascendant, & Jupiter was all in their 8th house… when I tell you that was the closest to hell I think I’ll get to in this life. The mind games & jealousy are so severe. You won’t even recognize yourself with this synastry, you’re more likely to do things you’d never thought you’d do and behave in ways you never thought you’d behave. It’s especially worse when you have an empty 8th house yourself, just so uncomfortable and you feel crazy 24/7. -10000/10 do not recommend 😭 make sure the attraction is mutual with this cuz it’s not for the faint of heart.

On the other hand 5th house synastry is soooo fun. This is the best house synastry imo (yes over the 7th house!). You find each-other genuinely super funny and enjoyable to be around. And the crush feels like you’re in a movie🥺🥹 it’s not overwhelming or too intense just very pleasant.

Having harsh synastry with Saturn/Venus (square, opposite) it can feel like you are meant for each-other but not in this lifetime:( they feel like the “person that got away”.

When a Scorpio Venus has a crush on you they will get jealous of anyone who tries to get close to you or has the potential to get closer to you than them. Even if it’s a family member they will treat the other person kinda poorly. I’ve seen this with the rising and mars as well but Venus is usually more severe. (This is usually if immature however).

Taurus mars never admit when they’re wrong.. even if what they say is so incorrect they will usually not listen to reason that goes against theirs. This is probably the most argumentative mars sign. Good luck getting these people to ever apologize to you.

Mars in Aries are usually naturally super toned, they really don’t have to work out much and they will be so buff istg (ESPECIALLY their arms!!!!) they gain muscle very easily.

Libra placements can be super obnoxious when they are single. They never stfu that they’re single and don’t have a partner 😩 I’ve seen this with the Venus and Mars the most. These are the types that are always sharing statuses on fb about “why am I single” “lonely for the holidays” ect. Like can somebody date them so I don’t gotta listen to this all day?😭

Don’t argue with someone with a mars in the 3rd house… you will not win.. they come with all the receipts 👀 this is lowkey a big lawyer placement. These people are not the one they will put you in check QUICKK. (Especially with an Aries, Scorpio or Taurus mars).

[chelseachilly]

tired of loving from afar

pairing: mason mount x reader warnings: none, mostly fluff with a tiny bit of angst! word count: 5.3k

a/n: not me writing for someone other than ben lmao?? been really in my mase feels lately so here's a fluffy little long distance relationship fic (also was very happy to read this morning that he's likely going to be back after the international break! my heart has been hurting for him this season 🥺) have a great weekend loves 💓

-

Of the three years you’ve been with Mason, the past six months have been the hardest by far. 

You’d overcome other hurdles in your relationship, like adjusting to the exposure and demanding schedule of a professional footballer, learning to cope with your life being somewhat public and thousands of girls being in love with your boyfriend. None of this was nearly as challenging as having to adjust to him living 200 miles away from you. 

His move to Manchester was bittersweet - you were so proud of him for getting a spot at such a massive club and finally receiving the appreciation and recognition he deserves. You knew he was happy to have a fresh start and a chance to prove himself as a player. 

At the same time, it was incredibly emotional for him to leave his boyhood club, his friends, his family, and you all at the same time. You would’ve given anything to go with him, even if it meant leaving your own friends and family in London, but you were about to start your final year of uni there. You couldn’t just pack up and go, no matter how much you wanted to do so.

You’re passionate about your studies, and you knew it would all be worth it when you graduate and get a job in your chosen field - and in the same city as the man you love. You knew it was only a year.

That didn’t make it any easier to say goodbye.

You’ve both made a massive effort to see each other as much as humanly possible, going up to Manchester every time you have a break from classes or a weekend without an exam or assignment due. Mason has also come back to London any time he gets the chance, sometimes flying out just to see you for the day. You’ve been making it work, but it’s not nearly the same as living in the same house as him. Even when you were both super busy, you at least got to see each other when you woke up and before bed, and now all you have are texts and FaceTime calls. 

On a night like tonight, when you’re exhausted from the week and you just want to be wrapped in his arms watching a film, FaceTime really feels like a poor replacement for the real thing. 

“Hi, gorgeous,” Mason says, a sleepy smile on his face as he answers your call. “How was your day?”

“Hey, Mase,” you say, curling up with a blanket and admiring his face in the soft glow of his bedroom lamp. Judging by the fact that he’s in bed by quarter to nine, you figure he’s as worn out as you are. “It was okay, felt long. I finally turned in my essay, though.”

“Good work, babe, I’m sure you aced it like always.” 

You blush a little, never growing tired of how he takes every opportunity to praise your intelligence. Any time someone asks about your studies, he does a full spiel about how smart you are.

“We’ll see,” you say. “How was your day, love? Any updates at physio?”

The way his smile instantly fades makes your heart drop to your stomach, fearing the worst.

“Yeah, um-it’s looking like a bit longer,” Mason says, and you can tell he’s trying to keep his voice steady so you don’t worry too much. ��Maybe another few weeks. They’re not sure.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” you sigh. “I’m sorry. I know how frustrating this is.”

The hardest part about being away from Mason has unquestionably been watching him struggle from afar without being able to properly support him. From the rocky start to the season, to being out due to injuries basically ever since, it’s been torture not being there for him. 

You went up straight away when he first injured his calf in November, needing to both emotionally and physically care for him, but you couldn’t stay long before your exams started. Since then, you’ve done your best to help from London - sending him care packages, calling him as much as your schedule allows, asking Luke and Anouska to keep an eye on him and let you know how he’s holding up. 

In moments like these, though, what you really need is to hug him and tell him everything is going to be alright. 

“Yeah, it’s a bit tough,” Mason admits, fiddling with his hoodie string. “But at least I’m back in partial training, it could be worse. I could’ve done my ACL or something, you know? I’ve been pretty lucky in my career so far.”

One of the many things you love about him is his infectious optimism, how he always sees the best in situations and in people. 

Right now, though, you’re not sure you fully believe the words leaving his mouth. He looks so disheartened and downtrodden. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” you ask, frowning. “I know it’s not the news you’re expecting, you’re allowed to be disappointed.”

“I’ll be fine, angel, don’t worry about me,” Mason reassures you. “Just missing you a little extra today.” 

“Me too,” you murmur, touching the screen and wishing it were his face. “I’m sorry I can’t make it up this weekend, but this group assignment-“

“Don’t apologize, baby, I know how busy you are this term,” Mason cuts you off, just as he always does when you try to apologize for being so far away. 

You do the same to him when he tries to say he’s sorry for uprooting your life together, for not being there when you’re stressed about school or just having a bad day. Truthfully, neither of you are at fault, it’s just life. But it still sucks sometimes. 

“We’ll see each other in a few weeks when I have my reading break,” you remind him. “Just a while longer.”

“I know, I’m counting down the minutes,” Mason smiles. 

You talk for a little while longer before you reluctantly have to go so you can get ready for bed, and you promise to call him again tomorrow night. 

The sad look on his face when you say goodnight lingers in your mind as you shower and do your skincare routine, and by the time you climb into bed, you’ve made a decision.

First, you message your group for the assignment you’re working on and ask if you can push your planned meeting to Monday rather than Saturday. Next, you text Luke and ask him to make sure Mason doesn’t have plans tomorrow night.

Lastly, you book a train to Manchester, because you’ll be damned if you don’t go cheer up your man when he needs you.

-

The moment you arrive at the train station in Manchester the next day, you hop in an Uber and make your way straight to Mason’s.

You know that he’s still at training and will be for at least another hour or so, as you’ve been texting Luke for updates so Mason doesn’t get suspicious. It’s not unusual for you to ask how his day is going, but you don’t typically ask for the exact time he plans on leaving Carrington or instruct him to go straight home after training.

Using the key that Mason gave you when he moved in, insisting that it was still your home even if you don’t live there the majority of the time, you let yourself into his house.

You drop your bags and immediately get to work on creating the perfect cozy, romantic Friday night in.

By the time you get the text from Luke that he’s on his way back with Mason, having devised a fake plan of coming over to play FIFA after training to ensure Mason didn’t make other plans, you’re just finishing up.

You’ve successfully transformed his house, which he bought furnished and has put very little effort into making homey, into a much more welcoming environment. 

You ordered flowers for the kitchen table, as well as enough groceries to make dinner for him tonight and to replenish his far too empty fridge. You did a bit of tidying, deciding to do a few loads of laundry for him when you noticed there was quite a pile forming, and it must have been a week or so since the cleaning service he pays for came. 

You put some soft music on his speakers and lit a few candles in the kitchen as well, popping a bottle of white wine into the fridge so it’s ready for your dinner. 

You’ve just started chopping a few veggies to get a head start on dinner when you hear the sound of the front door opening followed by distant voices, one of which you immediately recognize as Mason.

“Do you hear that music?” 

The sound of your boyfriend’s voice after weeks apart fills your stomach with butterflies - you’re just as giddy to see him as you were in your early days of dating. 

“Probably the neighbours, mate,” Luke responds, still playing along with your ruse. 

“I don’t think-“

Finally, the guys turn the corner into the kitchen, and you see Mason come into view with Luke trailing behind him. His eyes widen in surprise for a moment, slightly startled by there being someone in his house, and then he realizes it’s you and his mouth falls open in shock.

“Surprise,” you say shyly, while Mason is still at a loss for words. 

He immediately drops his training bag to the floor and makes a beeline for you, pulling you into a tight hug and lifting you off your feet before you can even hug him back properly. 

You relax into his arms right away, squeezing him just as tightly as he’s squeezing you and breathing in the familiar scent of his soap and aftershave, freshly showered after training. It’s the same scent that lingers on the t-shirts and hoodies that you steal from him every time you come up, wearing them until you regrettably have to put them through the wash. 

“Baby,” Mason mumbles into your neck, pressing little kisses there. “I can’t believe you’re here.”

“I’m here,” you confirm, wrapping your legs around his waist as he refuses to set you down or let you go. “I missed you way too much to wait another three weeks.”

He pulls back far enough to capture your lips in a sweet kiss, his hands sliding down to your thighs to support your weight as you kiss him back. You can feel the pieces of your world shifting back into place, your heart settling in your chest as you sink into his warmth.

Mason presses a few more quick pecks to your lips before reluctantly setting you down, arms still wrapped around you. It’s only then that you realize Luke is still here, shuffling awkwardly in the corner. 

“Thanks for your help, Luke,” you say with a shy smile, moving to Mason’s side. 

“Of course, the man never shuts up about how much he misses you, so it’s really a favour for me as well,” Luke jokes. “I’ll leave you guys. Enjoy your evening.”

“Thanks, mate,” Mason says with an eye roll and a grin before turning his attention back to you, pressing kisses to your head. 

“Night, Luke! Give my love to Anouska and the kids,” you call out, though you’ve also turned back to face Mason and bury your face in his chest. 

You remain in each other’s arms, just holding one another and breathing in and out for a minute or two. 

You knew you missed him, but you don’t think you realized quite how much until right now. It’s taken such a toll on both of you being apart for so long.

“How long are you staying?” Mason asks quietly, almost like he’s afraid of the answer, as he lightly rubs your lower back. 

“Until Monday morning,” you say. You wish it were longer, but three nights together is the best you’ve gotten in a long time. 

“Really?” Mason asks, pulling back and looking at you with bright eyes. “I thought you had to do your group assignment tomorrow?” 

“I pushed it to Monday, I had to come see you after we spoke last night.”

You reach up to cup Mason’s face with one hand, gently stroking his cheek with your thumb. Judging by the way he’s avoiding eye contact with you, you know you were right to come. He’s obviously been struggling with the disappointment of the never-ending injuries, all the uncertainty it’s brought. 

“I’m okay,” he says softly, turning his face to press a kiss to your palm. “Now that you’re here, everything’s okay.”

You melt at his gentle words, but they don’t do much to ease your worries about his emotional wellbeing. 

Mason gives you a quick peck on the forehead before looking around the room, noticing the food you’re preparing and the cozy, romantic vibe you created for your evening. 

“What’s all this?” he asks, a small smile on his face. 

You’re not keen to drop the subject, but you don’t want to ruin your rare weekend together by bombarding him with questions either. You know he’ll talk about it when he’s ready. 

“I just ordered some food for dinner and restocked your fridge a bit,” you explain. “I figured you would be happy to stay in tonight, so I got stuff to make your favourite pasta.”

Before he can respond, the dryer beeps, signalling that the load is done. He raises an eyebrow at you.

“Are you doing laundry?”

“I just threw a couple loads of your clothes in, I noticed you were running behind,” you shrug. 

Mason looks at you with complete awe, shaking his head in disbelief.

“You didn’t have to do all this,” he says softly. “You being here is enough. It’s more than enough.”

You smile, wrapping your arms around his neck once more. 

“I know, but I wanted tonight to be perfect and relaxing,” you explain, pecking his lips. “No stressing about football or school or anything else. Just you and me.”

“You’re amazing, Y/N,” Mason sighs, squeezing your waist. “Can I help you cook?”

“No, but you can pour us both a glass of wine from the bottle in the fridge and sit down and tell me about your day,” you smile, kissing him one more time before pulling away to return to your meal preparations. 

Mason does as told, sneaking another few kisses when he brings you over your glass, then sitting at one of the stools at the kitchen island.

You treasure this domesticity more than almost anything with him - the simple act of chatting about your days while making dinner is something you’ve missed terribly.

When the pasta is ready, you dish it out into two bowls and bring them over to the table. 

“God, I missed your cooking,” Mason grins as he dives into his portion, obviously starving after a day of training. “It’s delicious, babe.”

“Thanks, Mase,” you reply, pouring yourself a little bit more wine. “You want some more?”

“Might as well, it’s not like I’m playing tomorrow,” Mason says, the offhand comment hurting your heart much more than he intended. 

He’s still smiling at you as you pour his drink, but you don’t believe for a second that it’s real. 

“Do you want to go tomorrow?” you ask after a minute of silence while you both eat. “I know you usually go to the home games, right?”

Mason shrugs. “Yeah, we can if you want.”

Once again, you don’t press him further, listening as he changes the subject and starts updating you on Ben’s latest girl troubles. 

After you’ve finished and cleaned up, you head into the living room to catch up on the new episodes of Drive to Survive. You always save your favourite shows for when you’re together, sometimes dodging spoilers for weeks just so you can enjoy it properly with Mason.

The moment you sit down on the couch, Mason pulls you into his arms for the first real cuddle you’ve had in weeks. You very contently lean into him, resting your head on his chest and humming in delight as Mason slides his hand under your hoodie and begins to gently stroke your lower back. It’s not with the intention of anything sexual, though you’re sure that will come later, it’s just an innate need to be as close to you as possible. 

It’s the most relaxed you’ve felt since he left your flat in London three weeks ago, your body and mind decompressing with every moment spent in his arms. 

A few hours pass, and you can feel yourself growing tired, but you’re enjoying Mason’s commentary on the Alpine rivalry far too much to interrupt and suggest you go to bed. Your yawns are betraying you, though, and Mason begins to gently run his hand through your hair.

“You ready for bed, sweetheart?” he asks softly, kissing your forehead. 

“It’s so early,” you murmur as you glance at the time on your phone, barely past 9PM, yet you can’t contain another small yawn which makes Mason chuckle. “Sorry, I guess I’m tired out from the week.”

“No worries, we have the whole weekend,” Mason smiles. “Honestly, I’m a bit worn out too. Wanna go upstairs and I’ll get us some water?”

You nod as he stands and helps you to your feet, pressing one more gentle kiss to your forehead before heading into the kitchen. You make your way up the stairs to his bedroom and head into his ensuite bathroom. 

It occurs to you as you’re flicking the light on that you forgot to grab your toiletry bag from your suitcase in his room, and you’re just about to turn back for it when something catches your eye. On one of the shelves above the toilet, there’s an array of products that wasn’t here last time you visited. More specifically, there’s a version of just about every hair and skincare product you use on a regular basis, and you really doubt that Mason has taken up doing hair treatments or using Drunk Elephant serums.

Maybe it shouldn’t mean as much to you as it does - he’s always been thoughtful, and you know the expense of buying all this is nothing to him - but for some reason, the simple gesture nearly brings you to tears. 

Mason appears in the doorway a moment later, smiling softly at you.

“You okay, love?” 

“When did you buy all this stuff?” you ask, gesturing to the shelf. 

“Oh, uh, a couple days after the last time I came to London,” Mason says casually. “I took pictures of everything in your bathroom to make sure I got the right stuff, I just wanted to make it easier for you when you visit.”

As you look into his soft, sincere gaze, your love for him feels more overwhelming than ever. 

Which means your guilt does, too. 

“Mase, I’m so sorry I haven’t been up to visit more lately,” you say, your voice unsteady. “I know you’ve been struggling, and I know you’ve been keeping a lot of it from me because I’m busy with uni, but you’re my priority and I should’ve-“

“Hey,” Mason says gently, interrupting you with a hand reaching up to cup your cheek. “Don’t ever apologize for focusing on your studies. I know how hard you’ve been working, and I’m so proud of you. You don’t need to worry about me, I’m gonna be fine.”

“It’s not fine,” you shake your head, tears now streaming down your face. “You’ve always been there for me, and now you’re in a new city and a new club and you’ve been dealing with injuries and I’m all the way across the country.”

“Y/N, we knew this would be hard, and I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t,” Mason says, wiping your tears away with his thumbs. “But it’s not your fault I moved clubs while you still had a degree to finish, or that I’ve had a tough season. Some things are out of our control.”

You know he’s right, but it doesn’t make it any easier. Hearing his sad, defeated voice on the phone after a disappointing medical assessment or bad game and not being able to hold him has been one of the hardest things you’ve ever done.

“I just worry about you being here all alone,” you say quietly. “I know you have your teammates and you spend a lot of time with Luke, but in London you had me and all your friends and your family was closer and - I just hate that I’m not with you.”

“You’re here right now,” Mason says, pressing his forehead to yours for a moment. “You dropped everything to come see me today, babe. You have no idea how much that meant.”

“I would do it every weekend if I could.”

“I know,” he says with a sad smile. “And I would leave all of this and spend my time helping you study and supporting you if I could, but this is our reality for a little while longer, angel.”

You sigh, nodding in agreement and staring into his big brown eyes that bring you so much comfort. 

“I’ve just missed you so much,” you murmur, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in for a tight hug. 

His own arms circle your waist and tug you impossibly closer, his nose buried in your hair so he can breathe you in.

“I know, baby, I’ve missed you too,” he exhales. “So, so much.”

You hold him for a while longer, cherishing every brush of his hand against your back and every kiss he presses to your temple. You want to memorize the feeling of his touch, so when you’re back in your bed in London a few days from now you can close your eyes and try to imagine you’re still in his arms.

After a few minutes, you break apart to finish preparing for bed. You brush your teeth together then go through your skincare routine while Mason watches fondly, letting you put some moisturizer on him when you’re done with it. Then he strips down to just his boxers, teasing you lovingly when you obviously check him out, and passes you a comfy t-shirt from his drawer to change into. You make a mental note to fill up your suitcase with a few of his hoodies before you leave - the ones you have at home no longer smell like him. 

You climb into the bed together, noticing that the side you usually sleep on has all of its pillows in place and that the nightstand is almost empty except for the glass of water he set down for you. Like he’s still been leaving that space for you even when you’re not there to fill it. 

“C’mere,” Mason says immediately, tugging you into his chest. 

You relax against him, laying your head over his heartbeat and tracing his tattoos with your finger.

“Will you tell me how you’ve really been feeling lately?” you ask in a gentle voice. He immediately tenses, and you know he still doesn’t want to discuss it, but you’re not leaving Manchester without talking to him about this. “I saw the look on your face when I asked about the game tomorrow, babe. Please just talk to me.” 

“I don’t want to burden you with all this,” Mason says, refusing to meet your gaze. “I know how busy you are-“

“I told you, you’re my priority, Mase,” you insist. “And it’s actually more concerning when I don’t know what’s going on with you. If you talk to me, then maybe I can help.”

Mason sighs and moves into a more upright position, still holding your hand and playing with your fingers as a way of grounding himself as he gathers his thoughts. 

“I just never thought it would be like this, you know?” he mutters. “I thought that coming here would solve everything I was going through at Chelsea, but in a lot of ways it’s been even harder.”

You nod for him to continue, gently squeezing his hand.

“I thought when all the contract stuff was resolved and I was at a new club everything would be fine, but then it’s just been constant injuries and trying to adjust to a whole new life without actually being able to do the thing I love most,” he goes on, making your heart splinter even more. “Fifty-five million pounds and I don’t have a single goal to show for it.”

“You can’t help that you’ve been injured, baby,” you say softly, though you know he already knows that. “If you were in top form, you’d be scoring goals all over the place. I know it.”

He smiles slightly, always grateful for your neverending confidence in him. You’ve been his biggest fan from the moment you met, cheering him on through every high and low of his career. 

“Maybe, but I haven’t had the chance to try,” he mutters. “I’m just stuck here, being useless to the club and hours away from you. I basically upended our lives just to end up not playing for months.”

“Mase, if I’m not allowed to feel guilty for us being apart, neither are you,” you say firmly. “Coming to United was the right decision. It may not feel like it now, but I promise it will in the long run. And if not, we’ll find a new place for you to show everyone how amazing of a footballer you are. Even if it’s in a different city or another country, we’ll figure it out.”

“Babe, I feel bad enough that you’re moving away from London to be here next year, I’m not gonna ask you to move again,” Mason says, still fiddling with your fingers. “I have to make it work here.”

“And I’m sure you will as soon as you’re better,” you tell him, bringing your joined hands to your lips. “But if it ends up not being a good fit, I will happily follow you anywhere you want to go.”

“Even the States?” Mason jokes, making you roll your eyes and poke him the ribs. “It would be cool to play with Messi.”

“You are not going to the MLS any time soon,” you reprimand him. “But yes, I would go to Florida for you, babe. That is how much I love you.”

Mason laughs, moving your joined hands so it’s his turn to lay kisses on your knuckles.

“Wouldn’t be so bad. The weather’s good, and we could hang out with the Beckhams,” he says, smiling against your skin. “We could take our kids to the beach-“

“Oh, our kids, huh?” you remark, raising an eyebrow. 

“Well, by the time I’m actually ready to play in the MLS…” 

“Alright, we’ll move to Florida with our hypothetical children in ten years,” you say decisively. “Then you can retire and stay home with them while I work.”

“I could take them to Disney World every day,” Mason sighs happily. “Oh, and the Harry Potter thing! Our kids would love that.” 

As much as you’re both joking, the thought of a time in the future when you’re settled with a family and not having to deal with all the separation and uncertainty makes your heart feel warm and fuzzy. You can’t wait to have a family with him someday. 

“In all seriousness, babe, you’ve already accomplished so much in your career and I know you’re going to do so many more amazing things,” you tell him, reaching out to cup his cheek. “And even more importantly, you are such an incredible person off the pitch.“

Mason blushes, leaning into your palm and holding it to his face so you don’t withdraw your touch. You know he struggles to take compliments sometimes, but you also know that this is something he needs to hear. 

“Which is why I refuse to listen to you call yourself useless when you do so much for your family, the community, for me - you make everything better, Mase,” you say softly. “That’s why are so loved. It’s why I fell in love with you, not because of your job.”

He takes a moment to soak up what you’re saying, still holding your hand to his face and pressing a few kisses to your palm. 

“You mean you’re not in it for the money?” he says after a minute, eliciting an eye roll from you. 

“It’s mostly for the money, but the abs don’t hurt either,” you tease, poking his stomach and making him laugh out loud for the first time in as long as you can remember. 

Mason pulls you into his arms again, leaning back and tucking you into his chest so your nose is pressed to his neck. You give him another tight squeeze, unable to get enough of his cuddles.

“Thank you so much, baby,” he mumbles into your hair as he slowly rubs his hand over your back. “For coming and for making me talk about this stuff. You always know exactly what I need.”

“Of course, my love,” you murmur. “Just promise me you’ll keep talking to me, okay? I don’t care how busy I am, I want to know what’s going on with you.”

“I promise,” Mason swears, squeezing your hand that rests over his heart. “And the same goes for you. I know how stressful this term has been, but I’m always here even if I can’t physically be there to help.”

“I know you are,” you smile. “And I know you’re the reason Ben or Woody brought me dinner or care packages before every midterm. They wouldn’t admit it, but I suspected they were under orders to check in on me.”

Mason chuckles. “Yeah, well, gotta send in the subs when I can’t do it myself.”

You hug him even tighter, throwing a leg over his and letting him shift you back into a more comfortable position for sleep. You’re yawning again, the exhaustion finally catching up to you now that the worry gnawing at your mind over Mason has been relieved.

“So, for tomorrow,” you say, your voice lower now that you’re both getting sleepy. “I think we should go to the game with Luke and Anouska, she already texted me and asked us to come over for dinner afterward. That way you and Luke can show your faces at Old Trafford and we can spend some time with them and the kids. Then, you and I can come back home and have a bit of a romantic night in.”

Mason doesn’t respond right away, and you give him a moment before you look up at him to see if something’s wrong. But when you do, you see only an adoring gaze and gentle smile on his face.

“Is that plan good with you?” you ask, “we don’t have to do any of it, I just thought-“

“No, no, it sounds perfect,” Mason cuts you off. “You’re perfect. I was just thinking about how much I love you.”

Your heart melts even more for him, if that’s possible, and you can’t resist leaning in to press another lingering kiss to his lips.

“I love you too,” you say, pressing a few more kisses to his cheeks and nose for good measure. “Now, let’s get a good night’s sleep so I can show you how much I love you in the morning, yeah?”

Mason nods with childlike enthusiasm, making you giggle again as you lay your head back on his chest. 

You can’t wait for the time to come that all of your nights end like this, curled up next to the love of your life, but for now, you’re grateful for this one.

No matter how many miles are between you, your heart is always gonna be wherever Mason is. He’s your home, whether you’re on opposite ends of the globe or in the same bed. 

You sleep better than you have in months.

please leave me a comment if you enjoyed this or send me an ask just to chat, love hearing from all of you xx

[wallofchynax]

Current!Shawn x Chubby!Reader Headcanons (NSFW)

notes: not a request exactly but people had expressed interest in this idea so I wanted to write them. slightly self indulgent as I'm a chubby girl who is insecure about being chu too lmao. please no shaming on this post. we are all about body positivity!! also, i totally get you can be chubby and not insecure but i lowkey wrote these for me and i'm an insecure person so pls let me live. also there's a hinted age gap.

SFW

♡ Shawn has always made it clear that he’s absolutely enamoured with every inch of you. He constantly reminds you, often with playful affection, how attractive he finds your curves. Whenever you’re feeling particularly insecure, Shawn notices immediately. He doesn't make a huge deal about it; instead, he'll gently draw you aside at a moment that is most convenient.

♡ Shawn loves watching when you confidently own your space in the ring. Seeing your power and grace fills him with admiration, and he's quick to remind you afterward exactly how breath taking you were.

♡ If you allow it, he will buy you clothes and lingerie that show off your best features. Obviously, he would never purposely make you uncomfortable or put you in a position you aren't ready for but he likes when you wear things that show off the body he loves the most. If you express doubts about wearing something even if you really want to, he's your cheerleader but he'd never push you into wearing something that would make you uncomfortable.

♡ He genuinely loves your softer curves and is unashamedly vocal about it, always tracing affectionate touches along your hips, waist, and thighs, especially cuddling up after a taping. His favourite thing is to cuddle you after a long day and enjoy how you feel in his arms.

♡ Your gear fittings sometimes make you anxious, especially when things don't sit right. Shawn hangs back, quietly supportive, offering to help zip you up or joking about how the designers don’t deserve your curves if they can’t work with them properly.

♡ When you’re upset about fan comments or media nonsense, Shawn will let you vent first, then remind you that those people don’t know you. He hates seeing you hurt and will do whatever he can to make you feel safe again. You’re his safe place. For all of Shawn’s charisma and swagger, when he’s tired or overwhelmed, it’s your arms he seeks. He curls up beside you, rests his head on your chest, and lets you stroke his hair while he mumbles about the craziness of the road.

♡ He might been cocky and bold publicly in the past, but in private, Shawn Michaels is deeply understanding of insecurities. He knows exactly how it feels to question yourself, making him incredibly empathetic and patient when you’re struggling. Shawn’s charm and playfulness make it nearly impossible to stay upset or self-critical around him for long. He knows how to tease just enough to get you smiling without ever making you feel uncomfortable.

NSFW

♡ His favourite thing is being buried between your thick thighs. He is obsessed. He will spread you open just to bury his face between your thighs like it's his last meal. If you try to squirm away or cover up, he growls into your skin and pulls you back, telling you, “You don’t get to hide from me, baby. I want all of this.��� and he will moan while he's doing it. Loudly, shamelessly and he talks absolute filth to you while he's doing it.

♡ Your belly, hips, and thighs? Covered in hickeys. He kisses and marks every part you’re insecure about, murmuring, “You don’t like this part? Guess I’ll have to make it mine until you do.”

♡ Mirror sex is always really fun for him because he gets to make you see what he sees when he's fucking you. He always wants you to see how you see him.

♡ Cowgirl is his favorite position, especially on days when you are feeling less confident than he would like. He wants you on top, riding him slow and deep while he grabs your ass and belly, telling you how fucking perfect you look above him. If you get shy, he’ll just smirk and say, “That’s alright, sugar. Just keep riding. I’ll watch for both of us.” and then he loves seeing the look on your face when you focus more on how good it feels than what you look like riding him. That's when you are at your most sexy to him.

♡ If you didn't think he could be more of a menace, think again because Shawn insists you ride his face. You'll probably hesitate and joke about smothering him and he will make a stupid joke about dying with his face buried in your pussy. “Come sit, gorgeous. And don’t you dare hold back. I want all of you on me.” He'll hold your ass down and grind you against his tongue until you're sobbing.

♡ Depending on where you are, if you ever call yourself fat in a self deprecating way, he may just grab your hand to feel how hard he is so you can know just how much he turns on. Then, he'll dare you to say it again Say it again. Go on. Say it while I make you cum on this cock.”. You're allowed to be insecure and he will be patient with you but he also just gets the urge to show you how sexy he thinks you are.

[ed3lsgard]

A LOT of people are expecting a happy ending because Dan Erickson said it’s possible.Here’s the catch they think a happy ending entails Mark and Gemma getting back together and taking down Lumon somehow.This is why they are so disinterested even downright against any development between Mark and Helly because they are obsessed with the endgame and not the journey.Also I keep seeing takes like how can Mark and Gemma not be together after how much they have suffered?It will feel like suffering for the sake of suffering and what not.I don’t see people making theories.I see people making assumptions based on how easily they can reach their desired endgame.It has been established how everyone in this love tetrahedron can’t be happy.So according to most people Mark reintegrates goes back to Gemma.Helly kills herself killing Helena therefore taking Lumon’s future ceo out of the equation.Look happily ever after yay..While Idk where the show might end up taking us does it look like Mark will abandon Helly like that?Even knowing for sure he won’t be erased and will share the body?I know outie Mark wouldn’t care about Helly but he just gets back to his life and buys back the house the he shared with Gemma?And Hellyna’s arc is to just kill herself?That’s it??It just feels so underwhelming to me.

these people are genuinely so deluded. “how can mark and gemma not be together after how much they have suffered?” oh my god what show do you think you’re watching?? this isn’t a fucking soap opera or a drama, and mark and gemma are not a couple who go through trials and tribulations only to make it out stronger. they are not even the main couple lmfao. there have been cracks in their marriage before her alleged death, it was all plain to see in ep7. that marriage is NOT surviving and dan erickson himself has not been too vague about it. also, adam scott is the only one amongst the cast who knows how the show ends and he is also in the writers room. and he also happens to be the biggest markhelly shipper and helena supporter. these facts speak for themselves i think.

but anyway, like imagine if that was the direction the show had taken, mark gets gemma back, they’re happy together and helly kills or sacrifices herself because “helena is evil” (bullshit btw). horrible writing, makes no sense in the context of severance.

mark tried to erase his grief, tried to forget about gemma instead of properly mourning her. he literally created another version of himself who doesn’t and will never love her. the narrative will not reward him by making him and gemma reunite for them to go back to their “happy” marriage. never mind the fact they were already starting to have issues, and those problems won’t suddenly go away because they’re reunited.

mark and helly (helena too later trust me) have always been the core of the show, they are the main characters and relationship have grown and changed in the span of two seasons. we barley know anything about gemma let alone their marriage. ep7 was shoved near the end of the season, right before finale just to stir up conflict lmao. it’s not as serious as some people think it is

[saltydkdan]

Salty i wanna get into Baki which one do you recommend,the manga or the anime?

Oh you just woke up the fucking beast (I'm so sorry).

I LOVE this question, and as a recent Baki fan myself, I can tell you that getting into the series as a Western consumer can be rough if you don’t have a basic guide to know what you’re getting into…. so that’s what I’m gonna make this post (TEEHEE).

This series has gotta be one of the most insane shonen- actually no- one of the most INSANE PIECES OF FICTION I've ever experienced, and I NEED more people to check it out. Like, LOOK AT THIS SHIT DUDE.

Baki out of context somehow even puts Jojo's Bizarre Adventure to shame. The way I usually pitch it to people is that Baki is as insane as people THINK Jojo is before they read it. Shit is just... MAN LMAO. OBAMA IS FUCKING IN THIS.

Unlike more popular stuff like Dragon Ball and Hunter x Hunter, a lot of this series has just never been officially localized, so knowing where to start, and even how to support the series, is a hard task if you don’t know what you’re doing.

Thankfully THAT’S WHAT YOU HAVE ME FOR. This Tumblr post is gonna be your one stop shop for how to get into Baki as an English speaker (and it’ll give me some space to ramble about one of my latest favorite series).

But uh before we get into the nitty gritty, wanna put some trigger warnings for the series for those who may want to know. Listen, I know how some of these are gonna look to the average person, but this series just be like that sometimes, if you can’t take stuff like this trust me it’s insanely valid. You’ll understand if you choose to take the plunge.

SERIES TRIGGER WARNINGS:

Animated Blood/Violence, some animated gory imagery, Incest (???), Nudity, Urine stuff, Bigfoot/Animal Violence, Death, Uncomfortable looking muscles, and one instance of sexual violence (offscreen)

If you are comfortable with all that (and again, valid as fuck if you aren’t) then let’s talk BAKI!

First off, Manga or Anime?

You would think that either would be fine, but my personal recommendation for Baki as a beginner, is to watch the anime over reading the manga. Simply put: The anime is a lot more widely available and accessible in English speaking territories, and is fairly easy to support officially with its current iteration.

For whatever reason, the manga just never really took off in the West when compared to other series, so it was only ever officially released in English a handful of times, and they only ended up publishing the first few volumes. Theoretically, you can read the first few books to start, but the entire series all together is legit longer than One Piece at a whopping 1,203 chapters, so you are gonna run out of material real quick. The fraction of officially available manga barely scratches the surface of the series.

Even if you’re stubborn about reading the manga and want to try reading fan translations, they come with their own separate batch of issues. Plenty of fan scans you can find online range from wildly outdated, to generally being poor quality at best. There’s even some fan translations that just straight up make shit up and don’t even properly translate the original script. Adding in extra dialogue and slurs randomly to make the text seem way edgier than it actually is.

Full disclosure, I wanna cut through my bias here and say that there are indeed some great scans available on the internet if you look hard enough, especially for the more recent content! But they aren’t super easy to track down with how the series is formatted, and you may accidentally find yourself reading the story out of its proper order.

The watch/read order of Baki is a bit of a toughie for new people, but is actually pretty simple once it’s explained. The story of Baki is split up into multiple different series, kind of similar in format to Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure. Though instead of “Parts”, Baki is split up into completely different manga and TV series. This is why many fans get confused initially, especially with the watch order, because it isn’t laid out in an easy to understand way at first glance.

The most well known series are currently streaming on Netflix, but those aren’t the ones you wanna start with. Nope, the story of the Baki anime actually starts way back in 2001, in a TV show that isn’t streaming officially online. Now if you want to watch out of order, I’m not gonna stop you. You can do whatever you want, by all means, but you’re gonna be missing some VERY important story context, and some characters just won’t hold the same weight.

So if you DO want to watch in order, come with me my friend. Let me show you-

BAKI’S SUPER COOL AND NOT AT ALL CONFUSING WATCH ORDER:

Baki the Grappler (2001) (24 episodes)

This is the original 2001 anime adaptation, the very start of serialized Baki anime. You’re gonna wanna start here trust me.

This series isn’t streaming anywhere officially online, but you can find it… places. Seek it out, trust me, because otherwise you’re gonna pay way too much for out of print DVDs on Ebay. Thankfully though you have options! The series is both subbed and dubbed (as well as every series I discuss from this point forward.

This show is the very start of serialized Baki anime, the very beginning of Baki Hanma’s story. Although it’s not in the way you may think. Despite this being the earliest point in the Baki timeline, it’s actually an adaptation of a later story arc from the manga.

Now I know what you’re thinking, “Didn’t you just say this is where I should start? Why is it adapting something from later in the story?”, and yeah it’s valid to be confused. While yes this is the first ever Baki anime, for some reason the staff behind it made the decision to move this later arc up a bit from the original manga. In my honest opinion, I feel like this is actually a great decision.

As you will see as you watch, this honestly FEELS like this should be where the story begins. The escalation of power and storytelling from this point onward feels very natural, and you won’t miss out on anything or spoil yourself whatsoever on later events.

This is the de facto best starting point.

Grappler Baki Maximum Tournament (2001) (24 episodes)

This is effectively the second season of Baki the Grappler. For whatever reason they decided to title it something else, and while this is the norm for the series later on, this name change is weird because it adapts an arc from the original manga just like the first season of anime I just talked about.

Whatever lol.

Anyway this series, much like the previous, isn’t officially available as of now. So your best option is to SEARCH for it. SEARCH on the INTERNET. Or y’know. The good ol’ expensive out of print DVD on Ebay route.

In my opinion, compared to the first season, this one feels a bit slower paced and a bit of a slog at points but HOLD STRONG TRUE BELIEVER. This season is the introduction to a lot of mainstay characters in the series. Many of which you will come to love, even if you don’t know it yet.

BAKI (2018) (39 episodes) (NETFLIX)

This is the modern adaptation of Baki. After the last series ended in 2001, the anime went on hiatus for 17 years before it was announced that it would be coming back with a modern coat of paint.

Contrary to what you may think, this isn’t a ground up reboot. It’s a continuation of the exact point they left off years ago, right after the Maximum tournament. The only thing that kind of sucks about this is that, at least for the English dub, they replaced most of the voice cast. Most of the new VAs do a great job, however you may need to get used to Yujiro Hanma having Shadow the Hedgehog’s modern VA from the games haha.

Thankfully, you can officially support this series easily via Netflix. Normally I’m pretty eh on Netflix as of late, but this being the only way you can support the show officially in the west, I personally recommend it.

Baki Hanma (2023) (39 episodes) (NETFLIX)

This is the most recent anime! It’s also on Netflix.

Me and my friends just got to this on our watchthrough together.

Anyway, this is my list! If after you catch up you wanna hop into the manga and read the fan scans, I’ve heard that you can start on Baki Hanma/Baki Son of Ogre (chapter 183).

Hope you enjoy the funny man punching show! Feel free to report back and tell me how you feel about it (positive OR negative)!

Like I said, I've been watching the series with friends on Discord every night or so when we're free and MAN. Baki is fucking AMAZING WITH FRIENDS. It just never slows down after a certain point, and it just gets stranger and crazier.

[tehrevving]

The Vincent Gets to be Temporarily Happy Nibelheim AU

A random AU thing I came up with where canon still happens but Vincent gets to be happy and sexually satisfied temporarily lmao. 

Will I ever write this? Nope, but I still think it's a good idea that I wanna share lol

Everyone is sent to Nibelheim Manor as usual. The community of the town is extremely small and so while everyone is eager for the money that Shinra is bringing in, they’re all extremely apprehensive about the actual work that’s being done. The scientists are treated cordially, but not necessarily well. 

Vincent is out in the town running errands one day soon after arriving when a wild beast rushes through the gates and starts causing havoc. He chases after it, finding it in the centre of town. He sees you squaring up to it, protecting a group of children huddling behind you. Vincent kills the beast and of course, you’re forever grateful. 

I want Reader here to be like a librarian or teacher or something, someone calm and intelligent that’s important to the community. After rescuing you, you introduce Vincent to everyone, dragging him for days and night outs at the pub, coffee shop etc. The scientists are still treated coldly, but Vincent is somewhat welcomed into the community. 

Vincent is awkward and doesn’t know how to actually ask you out, even though you’re already basically dating. You have to nudge him, giving him hints and then eventually giving up and ending one of your dates with a kiss on his cheek to show your interest. 

Vincent is adorable and flounders pathetically. He’s a trained assassin with a special set of skills, but he doesn’t know how to deal with even the promise of intimacy. So you start dating properly, taking it slowly and eventually inviting him back to your place. 

I decree that Vincent is a virgin in this AU, so he needs to be loved on and treated gently. You start slow, eventually introducing him to utter filthy things. That man needs to moan. 

I’m thinking scenes like:

You sit on his lap and make out for the first time and he comes in his pants.  Introduce him to giving oral and he literally never wants to stop. Sucking his soul out through his dick and then riding him until he passes out.  Peg him until he cries.  Handcuffs and other turk tools of the trade? Fuck Yeah!

Anywayyy, cause Vincent is preoccupied, canon changes slightly. Hojo has been manipulating Lu, like in canon, but because Vincent isn’t so focused on her, she takes more of it to heart. She ends up a pretty broken shell of her former self. She descends into a madness, becoming less ethical with her work. She still feels regret over everything, but it’s somewhat less apparent. 

Her pregnancy causes her to further descend into madness, more than she does in canon anyway. Vincent only realises what is happening too late. In this AU he’s more assertive, cause he’s had someone supporting him and building him up instead of breaking him down. Anyway, he confronts Hojo, but not in the depths of the manor, it’s just in the foyer or something, causes you don’t have clearance to get down to the labs lol. 

Hojo shoots him, just like in canon, but you’re there and you run to him. You cradle Vincent in your arms as he dies, trying to reassure him and make sure he can go peacefully. You stare up at Hojo and he levels the gun at you too. “Fine,” you spit. “Do it. I want to be with him.”

Hojo turns to Lucrecia, who has just appeared and is looking on in horror. Hojo offers her a choice. “If you beg, then I will spare her life.”

Lucrecia does not beg, she stands back and allows Hojo to kill you. 

You lie on the floor, bleeding out, blood mingling with Vincent’s and staining the carpet, wrapped around his body and trying to protect him even in death. 

You’re barely conscious when you feel Hojo step up to you and kick your decaying body away. “Help me transport them to the lab,” he snaps, clicking his fingers at a pregnant Lucrecia. “There is always a use for additional subjects.”

[rafyki]

Goth! Nico/ Surfer! Percy AU Part 6!

Sorry for the little wait, I couldn't find a moment to write lately o<-< good thing I had this half written already! Anyway, have some more Nico&Leo dynamics and some more pining - and also, I promise things are gonna move forward soon!! (but I needed more setup before our two boys finally start properly acting on their crush lmao)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

You can also read it on AO3!!

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Percy didn't come to the beach the next day, the day after that, and for the whole following week.

Nico wasn't sulking about it, he was not. Maybe panicking a little inside, questioning every single word they had said to each other and trying to find in them some hidden reason that would push Percy to never go back there and leave the country just to make sure he wouldn't see Nico again. 

But he wasn't sulking.

“Take that pouty look off your face, goth boy, you're gonna scare the customers away”.

“I’m not pouting”.

“You kind of are though”, Leo said. “Which is fair, I guess, you miss your surfer boy”.

Nico felt a blush coming up to his face at the same time of the familiar find annoyance he associated with no one but Leo.

“He's not my-”, he started, then stopped and took a deep breath. “I'm not pouting”, he just said again. “It's not like he lives on the beach, right, he must have a life outside of surfing”.

Maybe he was trying to convince himself more than Leo, but that didn't matter.

The way his eyes moved around scanning the beach was automatic, as was the sigh that escaped him. Maybe he was being silly, and a little pathetic - he knew that, but still couldn’t help the way his heart kept falling again and again, nor the way the empty chair before him (Percy’s chair) seemed to lay in wait just like Nico was.

He definitely needed to find some way to distract himself.

“Sure, which is why I told you to ask for his number”, Leo replied. “And if you had listened to my genius advice, maybe you could be texting him right now, instead of sulking and hoping he shows up”.

“Why are you even here, Leo?”, he said, ignoring Leo’s last words and trying instead to change the subject. “Jason’s not coming today, you know that”.

“Am I not allowed to visit a friend? My dear friend who’s pining and suffering and definitely needs my support?”, Leo said, accompanying his dramatic words with an overdramatic hand on his heart. 

Nico just rolled his eyes at him.

“I definitely don't”, he said, even though the truth was that he actually enjoyed the company. Leo’s presence was the only thing saving him from a long and lonely work day. “And non-shift days for Jason are usually when you have your dates”, he added.

“I knoow”, Leo said, a pout forming on his lips. “But Thalia came back yesterday, so today is their brother-and-sister date”.

“Ah, that’s right, Jason did mention that”.

“Can’t interfere with siblings time”.

“So you had nothing better to do today and came here”.

“I came here to save you from your loneliness, goth boy”, Leo said. “Also, I do enjoy your company”.

Nico smiled, and offered him ice cream as a silent thanks. 

“It reminds me of when it was the other way around and you helped me when I was pining for Jason”.

Nico made a face at the memory, then laughed. “Oh my god, you were terrible- absolutely pathetic”, he said. “Thank god you’re together now”.

“Yeah, that’s exactly what I’m gonna say when you and your surfer boy will finally get together”.

Nico’s smile faltered, his heart jumping and then growing heavy at the words - like it couldn’t decide if he felt more pleased at the idea of it ever happening or more glum at the prospect of Percy never going back there.

Few long moments of silence followed, and Nico’s mind went back to the thoughts tormenting him.

And there was also something else, something that Nico was trying not to focus too much about. 

Leo looked at Nico in silence for a while, his cheek resting on the palm of his hand. Nico could almost see the gears turning in his head. “Are you worried about him?”

Nico looked away. He felt stupid thinking about it even more than he did when panicking and making everything probably bigger than it was. 

Logically speaking, it was unlikely that Percy would stop coming to the beach just because Nico was there - there wasn't really anything between them, after all and, from what Nico knew about him, the ocean and surfing were way too important for Percy to give up. 

But it had been a week, and Percy usually came at least two or three times a week, even just for an hour (Nico spent way too much time thinking about him and looking for him to not notice this) - yet, there the beach was, full of people but with no Percy in sight. Nico felt his heart fall again as he scanned the shore around him, looking for familiar black hair and beautiful eyes. He couldn't help but wonder if something had happened, if Percy was doing alright.

“You know he might just be busy”.

“I know”.

“So I think there's no reason for you to worry about him”.

Nico sighed. “I hate it when you make sense”, he said. “Jason is definitely rubbing off of you”.

“That's what love does to a man!”

Nico felt that now familiar pang of not-quite-jealousy as he looked at the smile growing on his friend's face. His eyes scanned the beach again as the thought of I want that too crossed his mind, side by side with the image of two sea-green eyes and a soft smile.

~~~

Nico didn’t expect anything to happen. He spent the whole day waiting and waiting in the hope of Percy showing up, his heart feeling heavier and heavier with every passing hour. 

The truth was that, simply put, he missed Percy - which was stupid and ridiculous, but Nico had been dying to talk to him again, to feel his eyes on himself again, to be on the receiving end of his smile, to get to know something more about him.

He’ll come back at some point, he told himself. Maybe. 

The sun was coming down, the sky colored a pretty shade of yellow and orange and red. The day had felt infinite, time dragging on and simply refusing to pass by, but Nico’s shift was finally almost over. He looked at his phone to check the time, wishing the next fifteen minutes would simply come to an end faster.

He cursed all the gods of all the pantheons ever existed when he saw someone sitting before him. God, how he hated when customers did that.

He forced his usual work smile on his lips and looked up. Then did a double take - the girl sitting in front of him looked strangely familiar, even though he was pretty sure he didn’t actually know her.

All the while taking her order (just a cold water bottle - who even came to a beach kiosk at that hour to ask for nothing but a water bottle?) Nico kept thinking and wondering; maybe she just came there often? But there was something about her that kept pulling at Nico’s memory.

It hit him at once when she was handing him the money to pay.

Ah, it was her. The girl who usually came to the beach with Percy. Nico felt his heart starting to beat faster at the realization.

Would it be weird to ask her about Percy?

Yes it would!, his mind yelled at him. 

But at the same time, every cell in his body was telling him that it didn’t matter, that this was too much of a lucky chance to just let it pass by.

Lost in his thoughts like that, he was definitely taking way more time than necessary to get her change.  

He was worried, he missed Percy so much it was frankly absurd. And he thought his friends would probably back him up in this

“Here”, he said, as he finally handed her her change.

She thanked him and went to turn around. “Uhm!”, Nico started before he could really think about it and stop himself. “Excuse me-”

She turned to look at him again. Was Nico imagining the weird look in her eyes? Yes, she was probably simply annoyed at being called back. “Yes?”

“Ah- sorry”, Nico said, feeling so incredibly stupid. Maybe he should just back out. But then he thought of the long day he had had and of the hole he had felt the whole time. He pushed the words out.

“Uhm, you’re a friend of Percy, right?”

“Yes”, the girl said, nodding. This time Nico was almost certain that there was a weird look in her eyes that he couldn’t exactly interpret - but she looked more curious than anything else, so he counted it as a sign he could go on.

“I just- I just noticed he hasn’t been coming here lately…?”, he said, trying and failing to will his heart to calm down a little. “... is he alright?”

“Oh yeah, he’s been talking about you!”, she replied. “He’s alright, he’s just out of town. He went to New York to visit his mum”.

“Ah, that’s good”. 

The relief was soon pushed aside when the words the girl had said finally hit him.

He’s been talking about you.

What?

He only vaguely registered the girl saying goodbye and waving at him before leaving.

Nico waved back, feeling numb. He hoped his expression wasn’t as dumbstruck as he felt.

He’s been talking about you.

Percy had been talking about him? Nico’s heart was playing athletics in his chest, the butterflies taking residence in his stomach were throwing the most chaotic party ever.

He’s been talking about you.

He put his face in his hands, hiding behind his palms the foolish happy smile that was growing on his lips.

Suddenly, the day didn’t feel as bad as before.

[doe-carnage]

intro post! ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚

hi everyone! my name is amity / ames and this is my intro for therian tumblr YAY!

prns: all / any | black, lesbian

blog purpose: tumblr is more close-knit and has a more mature audience than where i usually post so i wanted to come here! a lot of my posts will probably just be reblogging content related to my theriotype, and rb’ing stuff for my account ambiance / to archive, with occasional oc posts.

other: idk if i count as a therian per se but it’s the closest definition i can get. petre / kemonomimi could fit me more but what i feel mostly centers from having always related to certain animals more than humans, and feeling othered by humans because of ASD. in ways, my “therianism” connects more to feeling unhuman and different than it does to feeling animalistic. it’s a way to channel my “odd” behaviors like stimming, social anxiety, and otherness from the rest of the world (hence why you’ll see me in hunter gear despite being deerlike!) it’s also trauma-based in many ways but we’re not getting into that LOL.

Fun Facts!

🍂 my theriotype is just a regular white-tailed deer, but i also connect to australian shepherd dogs at times!

🍁 i’ve actually been active in this community since 2017! my friend, anne, was a cat therian on therian amino wayy back. she still is to this day ₍ᐢ. ̫.ᐢ₎/

🥮 i saw a deer for the first time in real life like last week LMAO. he escaped from a coyote!

🍂 i’m from houston, texas!

🍁 some of my other interests / hobbies include punk shows, photography, poetry (i’m published!), life is strange, morute, true crime, d&d, arcane, philosophy, and lotsa other stuff.

🥮 my dms and asks are always open for any conversation! if you want to be mutuals just ask me, i only ask that you are 15+ :D

🍂 my tiktok is: dollangangers

DO NOT INTERACT

harmful paraphiliacs (i.e, zoo, kids, etc). this goes for pro-contact (blo ur hed off) and no-contact (go to therapy), recovering, non-offending, idc. i do not wish to be associated with you! OTHER non-harmful paraphiles get ur freak on idgaf long as everyone can consent, if ur prof is nsfw tho pls dni!

NSFW accounts: nothing against you again idrgaf but a lot of people in this community are young and i Do Not Wish To Be Associated with you on this blog 😭

SHEDBLR: not the time or place

obviously dont interact with me if you’re racist/transphobic/homophobic/hate fat people/terf whatever else just please be normal oh my gof.

i block freely and happily, anything with even a hint of zoo undertones will lead to you being blocked / unmutualed ! also i don’t support genuine delusions or feeding into them. take that as you will.

ALSO! this is a CONTENT WARNING that my account has guns in it! no videos of shooting or anything explicit i just have hunting rifles ( i don’t use them ). please be weary of gun safety and don’t copy me if you cannot handle guns properly ‼️

[notsoattractivearenti]

Two and A Half Men (Christian Pulisic x Fem!Reader x Weston McKennie)

WC: 1.1K

Warnings: none

A/N: ok i'm not sure how to put it properly in the title without looking like a threesome group LMAO but in this fic Christian is reader's partner and Weston is both reader and Chris' best friend. and i'm aware Christian is holding a ball in the cover pic but imagine it’s a baby instead! this one is probably meh but i've been thinking about this idea all day and just had to write it down. hope you guys enjoy and i’d love to hear your thoughts thru ask/reply/reblog 💗 apologies for any errors! feedbacks are highly appreciated 🤍

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“Knock knock… Can I come in?”

You see Weston’s head peeking through the slightly-opened door, respectfully waiting for you and Christian to let him in.

You wave your hand from the hospital bed to invite him to come inside. Wes carefully opens then closes the door, and quietly walks toward you. You see him bringing two bags of something in one of his hands but you can’t figure out whatever those may be.

“Hey, Y/N!” He gives you a big hug. “How are you feeling, my friend?”

“Hi Wes! Very exhausted, of course, but all good. Thanks for checking in.” You respond weakly.

“Oh I figured!” He laughs. “Christian told me you were in labor for almost 24 hours??? That’s wild! I don’t think I could be as strong as you were!”

You chuckle with a faint smile written on your face. You weren’t lying when you said you are very exhausted – it was a very long and painful process you had to go through to bring your child into the world. But no matter how insanely tiring the labor was, you loved every second of it and would do it all over again.

“Yeah… Wild indeed. Totally worth it, though.”

“By the way,” Weston hands you one of the bags he brought earlier, “I got you sushi. I know you love them and you couldn’t have even one during your pregnancy, so I believe you deserve some.”

“No way! Thank you Wes!” You excitedly unpack the bag and open one of the three boxes of sushi Weston gave you. You haven’t eaten one in nine months, and right now it’s like those delicious sushi are begging you to eat them right away – and obviously you can’t resist it.

“Ugh, sushi is overrated.” Christian scoffs.

—

Christian just came back from changing your baby’s diaper in the other room. He is holding your little bundle of joy in his arms – since he was just born, Christian has already become so protective of him he didn’t want the baby to ever leave his arms.

“Hush, C, no one needs to hear your trashy opinion.” You playfully clap back at his statement.

Your banter cracks Weston up. He cackles and you both do a high five.

“Ha-ha! Burn bro!”

Christian squints and shakes his head. He is more than happy to know that his best pal and his life partner are best friends, but sometimes when you two “gang up” on him – which happens really often, because you both love to make fun of Christian together – he would feel so outnumbered and get quite annoyed by it.

“Hmm, I’m not loving this dynamic, you know.” Christian says sarcastically.

“Oh boohoo, don’t be so bitter, white man.” Weston mocks him in response.

“Anyway, what’s up, new dad!?” Weston greets Christian then does the usual handshake with him – but since Christian is currently holding your baby, they do the one-hand version of the handshake.

“Happier than ever bro! I’m living the dream!” Christian gushes. 

“Aww, congratulations my brother!” Weston excitedly pats Christian’s back.

Christian gently supports the baby's head and back with his hands then slightly lifts the baby closer to his face.

“Here, we want you to meet our son, Finley Mark Pulisic. You can call him Finn for short.” Christian officially introducing your little man to his best buddy.

Weston is immediately in awe of Finn. His eyes were instantly locked on the face of the cutest little human he has ever seen.

“Wow, dude, he is so precious…” Weston murmurs. “You’re so lucky. man”

“Yeah, I know.” Christian replies.

His eyes are also very much set on Finn, admiring how adorable his little one truly is. For him, “lucky” is an understatement. He feels like he has hit the jackpot with the family life he’s now living, and would not want to change even the littlest thing.

Weston feels the urge to caress Finn’s little chubby cheeks with his finger, but he doesn't want to cross any boundaries so he asks for Christian’s permission before doing anything.

“May I feel his cheeks?”

“Yeah, of course.” Christian allows him to do so.

Weston gently caresses Finn’s cheeks and his heart suddenly feels like it is exploding.

“Oh my God, why is he this soft!? These fluffy cheeks are to die for! He is so cute!” Weston just blurts his thoughts out.

You – who is currently busy eating sushi that Weston brought for you on the bed – laugh when you hear what Weston said. It is clear to you that he has become Finn’s number one fan.

“What can I say, I did make one hell of a cute baby.” You chime in.

“We. We made a cute baby.” Christian jokingly corrects you.

You roll your eyes, blow a raspberry at him, then continue eating.

“Yeah, no, Finn’s cuteness is definitely all Y/N. Like, one hundred percent Y/N.”

Of course Weston is taking your side, he just wants to get into Christian’s nerve.

“Yea, yea, yea, whatever.” Christian mutters.

—

Christian’s arms get tired from carrying the baby for quite some time, so he puts Finn down on his crib next to your bed. At the same time, Weston feels like he is forgetting something, so he looks around and realizes he brought another takeout food for Christian. He quickly grabs the bag to hand it to Christian.

“Oh, Chris, I brought you some burritos,” Weston hands the other bag to Christian, “they are not from Chipotle, but you gotta eat, bro.”

Christian chortles.

“You don’t need to do that, but thanks a lot bro.”

“Anything for my favorite new parents.” Weston winks and funnily does the finger guns at us.

“You know what Chris? I just thought about this: now that you have a son, we’re like two and a half men. Like, you and I are the two and Finn is the half. How awesome is that?” Weston randomly tells Christian about this thought that crosses his mind.

You were listening to Weston’s random thoughts and already feeling left out – obviously you are not being serious – you voice your protest to him.

“Hey! What about me? Where am I fitting in on this scenario?”

“You will be the one who gave birth to the half man!” Weston laughs.

You’re confused as you don’t find that funny, but you think you should just play along.

“Eh,” you shrug, “whatever.”

“You two can raise Finn together then.” You acted upset.

“Y/N, please, don’t be mad…” Weston pretends to beg for your mercy.

“You and I both know anyone is better at parenting than Christian, right?”

“Come on guys,” Christian groans, “stop bullying me!”

—

taglist: @pulisicsgirl @neverinadream @swimmingismywholelife @chilwellspulisic @bracedes @lovelynikol16 @thoseboysinblue @lizzypotter14 @masonsrem @landoslover

[initforthethrill]

thank you thank you for posting the bot and writing my request so fast you're amazing! i have more thoughts (you can take this as a request or just me needing to share my thoughts lmao im not trying to be greedy i just have a lot of... daydreams)

but listennn

i know you write most for masc user (and i have a STRONG preference for feminine women too) but these pics really have me thinking

https://pin.it/ogfuquVDw https://pin.it/2OORH8AZo

just.. asshole cate

like ugh.. her just being so selfish and just using a girl to get off.. she comes first most of the time and is mostly just like 'not my fault you take too long' and just does not care. usually she leaves to take a shower after or wash up or whatever just to be a dick.. gives the girl time to get off herself since Cate isn't gonna do it smh.. but mostly she does end up back in bed with her. cause lowkey she's a softie even though she would never admit it.

cue the girl being a total fucking simp for cate.. like im just thinking she like is IN LOVE with cate. and she really tries and does sweet things for her and tries to get closer. sit together, hold hands, ask on dates (gets constantly rejected).. cate is even a bigger asshole when her friends are around. like laughs and mocks the girl just to make her friends laugh (because she would never show how badly she's falling too).

those pics fit with masc cate and they're what inspired it but like i think it also fits so perfectly with feminine cate and like golden retriever masc girl.. cate's a complete pillow princess. the girl is like completely head over heels for cate - maybe like after the first time they hooked up she 'misread' the situation.. and she's such a hopeless romantic, she buys cate flowers and brings them to her while cate is sat out in the quad with her friends.. and her friends know what cate is like so they all kinda go silent waiting for a reaction but then cate scoffs and laugh.. makes some shitty remark and makes her friends laugh..

mannn idk which version masc or femme cate in this i like more (lowkey leaning for femme now that i wrote it out icl).. but she just looks so fucking hot in those pics ugh i love when femme women dress masc (another idea.. cate borrows golden retriever girl's clothes occasionally, even though she really doesn't give a shit about her and she certainly doesn't like that it soothes that possessive urge in her when she gets to wear her clothes)

okay let me break this down to properly respond to everything lol!

first of all, you’re very welcome! i can’t promise all the requests will get fulfilled as quickly as this one was but i will do my best :) now go and ruin religiously repressed cate one sinful bathroom encounter at a time to your little gay heart’s content—and please never stop being greedy pouring out all your filthy little cate thoughts into my askbox<3

okay so…the way i barked at this image (which still to this day lives rent free in my mind) like the degree to which i need this woman is honestly probably offensive to lesbianism...anyways!

yes i can totally write masc cate…sometimes i do get the urge for douchebag!cate and want her to treat me like i’m her worthless emotional support butch so! this should be a relatively easy request to fulfill LOL i’ll throw it on the list alongside a somewhat mirrored femme version too since i enjoy your asks so much anon<3

in the meantime...take this blurb i cooked up real quick for masc cate hehe :3

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Cate came first.

That was just how it went. Every time.

Her hand would press to the back of your neck, urging you lower, or fisting in your shirt when she straddled your lap, grinding against you until she got what she wanted—sometimes with a breathy fuck, sometimes with a sigh and a lazy smirk, sometimes without a word at all.

And then she’d roll off, already stretching like a satisfied cat, slipping off the bed with that same practiced indifference, as though none of it meant anything. It didn’t, obviously. She’d say that aloud if you ever asked. (You didn’t.)

“Not my fault you take too long,” Cate would mutter, reaching for the towel she always kept slung over the back of her chair. “Bathroom’s free.”

And you would lie there. Heart racing. Breathing hard. Thighs slick. Wanting more.

You’d wait, like always. Let the heat fade. Let the ache settle. Touch yourself if you really needed to, curled up in Cate’s sheets that still smelled like her stupid perfume—some sharp designer thing layered over the citrus shampoo she didn’t share.

Sometimes Cate came back. Not always. But when she did, it was quieter.

No teasing. No talking. Just the sound of the mattress dipping under her weight, and the gentle drag of fingers across your stomach as she slid beneath the covers again. Like she didn’t mean to reach for you. Like she accidentally curled up against your back and fell asleep there, breath hot against your spine.

The next morning? Cate would be a menace again.

“God, you’re obsessed with me,” she’d scoff, rolling her eyes when you tried to hold her hand in the hallway. “You’re like a lost puppy.”

But you were already used to it—Cate keeping you at arm’s length while tugging you close with the other hand behind closed doors. You crave her. And Cate knows it.

Even when Cate is cruel, you still look at her like she’d hung the stars just for you.

Sometimes you brought Cate breakfast. Those overpriced pastries she liked. Coffee exactly how she took it. Once, you showed up outside Cate’s dorm at midnight with a lighter engraved with her initials and a stupid excuse about how Cate was always losing hers. Cate hadn’t even said thank you, just rolled her eyes and kissed you until you forgot why you were standing there in the first place.

The worst part? Cate wasn’t even nice when her friends were around. If anything, she was worse.

One time you showed up to the quad with two smoothies, trying to be sweet, and Cate looked you up and down and went, “Aw, babe, did you think this was a date?” Her friends howled. Cate handed off the drink—your drink—to Luke and didn’t even look at you when she added, “You’re cute. Just not in a meet-the-parents kind of way.”

It stung. But you laughed. Played it off. Went home and cried into your pillow like an idiot, then texted Cate anyway to say you hoped her day went okay.

And still, still—

Cate came back.

Slipped into your dorm past midnight with wet hair and bare legs and one of your hoodies, pretending not to care. “I was bored,” she’d say, even though her voice was quiet and her eyes didn’t leave your face.

You would open your arms, and Cate would slide between them like she belonged there.

Maybe she did.

Because sometimes—sometimes—Cate softened. Let herself be held. Let you kiss the top of her head without so much as a snarky comment. Let you touch gently, sweetly, even if she sighed like it was a favor. Even if she muttered, “You’re so clingy,” with her fingers curled around the hem of your shirt, refusing to let go as she rode your face into the mattress.

And sometimes, when she thought you were asleep, Cate whispered your name. Real soft. Like it hurt to say.

She never stuck around for breakfast. Never held your hand in public. Never called you her girlfriend.

But she kept coming back.

And you kept letting her.

[cowgurrrl]

I've been rotting away in bed all weekend recovering from a cold and I made the mistake of rereading some parts of OFTM and I miss them so much 😭 how's our favorite famous duo doing? I can't stop thinking about reader having to defend/support joel for whatever reason, but it's with the vibe of this meme LMAO like that is HER man, how dare people say anything about him

J!!! I love this request!! Thank you for sending it in and I’m sorry it took so long 🩷

Girls on Film

Pairing: rockstar!joel x actress!reader

Summary: this ask

Warnings: unedited because you can’t make me, discussions of toxic behavior, language, Joel being a dilf, June once again not knowing how to properly end a fic, I think that’s it??

Joel is protective of his kids. Sometimes, a little too much, in your opinion but you didn’t marry him because he does things half-way. With each new addition to the family, his papa bear instincts grew and grew. And if you’re being completely honest, his protectiveness and love for his kids is part of the reason why you ended up with five kids to begin with.

When he was giving his interview to People during his Sexiest Man Alive shoot, he was asked what accomplishment of his he’s most proud of. Without missing a beat, he said, “my family.” He went into what little detail you use to talk about the kids in a public setting, even getting a little misty-eyed in the process. The second the crew was out of your house, you nearly jumped his bones right then and there. You found out you were pregnant with the girls about two months later.

So, yeah, he’s a great dad, and it’s super hot. Whatever. It’s universally known within your family that there’s almost nothing he wouldn’t do for his kids. He just loves them with everything he has and wants them to live full and happy lives. Which is fine until he bears his claws in public.

Following a particularly problematic documentary with some of today’s biggest stars, Joel was more than ready to say what had been on his mind when an interviewer stopped him on a red carpet and asked, “are there any people in the music industry you wouldn’t let your daughters date?” The daughters in question were never specified but it’s either between his married thirty-one year old, his lesbian (also married) twenty-eight year old, or his three year old twins. He wasn’t comfortable thinking about any option.

“My kids are free to date anyone they want, but we have a strict no assholes policy in our house.” He said and the interviewer raised her eyebrows. “Like I wouldn’t let ‘em date any of those idiots from that documentary.”

“Why do you say that?” The interviewer asked and Joel shrugged.

“My kids deserve better than some fucker in black eyeliner claimin’ to save rock ‘n roll when all he’s doing is being a sexist pig who makes shitty music.” By the time his words reached your ears, it was too late to stop him. The clip from the interview was making the rounds before you can even get home.

Paul, his poor, poor manager of several years, reaches out to him the next morning to ask if he wants to make a statement, amends, anything to smooth this over. Joel curtly responds to his long email with a short, “no,” and that ends the conversation. What’s even worse if you can’t even argue with him. He’s right. You’ve seen first hand how people in the music industry treat each other and it’s awful. Why should he be the one who gets shit on because he spotlighted other people’s behavior?

You are able to dodge questions, paparazzi, and others wanting to know the inside scoop for weeks until you feel yourself getting just as frustrated as Joel was. Leave it to the press to want the wife to offer explanation for her husband’s actions. It isn’t until you get an offer from Watch What Happens Live with Andy Cohen that you agree to even think about saying anything.

That night, Joel stays home with the kids and watches you walk out on stage with Carolina in a long bell bottoms, platform wedges, and your (Joel’s) favorite vintage band shirt. You and Carolina hug Andy and get some initial questions answered but it doesn’t take long before the subject turns to Joel.

“Now, I know everything’s been very hush, hush but Joel started a lot of discourse online about the music industry. What can you tell us about what he said?” He asks and you nod, smiling and playing with your wedding ring.

“That’s been like the question of the month, hasn’t it?” You joke to break the ice. “Look, I think we all saw the same documentary. We all heard what those men said and to act like we didn’t is, honestly, kind of ridiculous. Joel knows the industry better than I do and he knows that nothing is going to change unless you call out the people making it miserable for younger kids.”

“So, you agree with what he said?”

“One hundred percent. He was right that we have a no assholes policy for our kids but, other than that, we really don’t have rules about their dating lives,” you say. “And I think he was right to call out those guys. It’s not fair that they get protected by their little boys club and that just has to be the way things go. I think it’s bullshit.”

“You seem to feel passionately about this.” Andy says and you nod.

“Well, it’s not just because people are coming after my husband. It’s because we’ve both seen what any toxic environment can do to people which is why he owns his own label now.”

“And it’s doing very well. He just signed one of the biggest breakout stars of the year, didn’t he?”

“He did. And you know why it’s doing so well?” You ask, leaning in like you’re about to tell him a secret. “Because he doesn’t sign assholes. He doesn’t put his name next to theirs. He doesn’t even want to be associated with them because for as much as it’s his name, it’s also my name and our kids’ names. So, people can say whatever they want about what Joel said but I will support him and his mission and when his artists start winning Grammy’s and spots in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, we won’t even remember the names of the people who got fifteen minutes of fame and a shitty sound bite to show for themselves.” You say and somewhere in California, Joel nearly jumps out of his seat with excitement, praising you like you’re there with him.

The second you walk off stage, your phone lights up with Joel’s contact photo and you laugh as you answer it. “Will you marry me?” He asks before you can even say hello.

“I’m assuming you saw the show.”

“Saw it? Baby, I recorded it,” he says. “When are you comin’ home?”

“Tomorrow. You’re supposed to pick me up, remember?” You ask and he groans.

“You ain’t allowed to be that sexy on TV across the country.”

“Keep it your pants, cowboy. I’ll be home soon.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He sighs dejectedly like a ten-year-old.

When you get back to California the next day, the discourse has been put to rest and Joel is almost giddy when he watches you come down the escalator. The flowers in his hand get crushed when you hug him tight and let him kiss you like he hasn’t seen you in years. “Where are my children?” You ask when he finally pulls away and he smirks.

“With Ryan. The kids wanted to have a play date.”

“So, the house is empty?”

“And clean.”

“Joel Miller, will you marry me?” You echo his question from earlier and he laughs.

Then, like a perfect gentleman, he takes your suitcase, opens doors for you, and drive you home to properly fuck the shit out of you. (Author’s note: I want to put <3 right here so mf bad but I won’t because I’m a professional. PS old man rockstar!joel fucks severely. PPS it’s canon because I say so)

[its-all-papaya]

Alright chapter 8. (There’s so much to talk about im always so worried about making these too long lmao)

I’ve been so curious how things would pan out with Emma’s mom and now getting to read it- I just feel so protective over them. (Emma & Lando). It reads like it was something Lando expected. I can’t imagine being a new father, so out of your depth and overwhelmed and KNOWING your daughter’s mother is going to leave. That it’s inevitable. Im curious if you had any of your own thoughts on Emma’s mom/her leaving/ Lando’s feelings on that?

(Also fascinating to read the juxtaposition between Oscar and Emma’s mom. Oscar who willingly chooses to be part of Lando’s life, active and supportive vs Emma’s mom, absent and avoidant)

“What? You want Monday?” “Not if your busy.” “We can do Monday” sobbing. They’re so eager.

A RUN?? AS A DATE???? They’re such athletes oml.

THE FIELD?? Cuddling in a field after a run im sobbing. “He knocks the back of his hand into Oscar’s ribcage and lets it rest there, fingers rubbing absently against the damp fabric.” Once again obsessed with the gentle, subtle intimacy.

Fascinated by Lando’s thoughts on staying over with Oscar. The guilt, the fear of change. I wonder if that stems from Emma’s mom’s abandonment and maybe he feels that if he lets himself be selfish and change things then it’s like he’s abandoning Emma too. (Even if that’s obviously untrue)

I’m also noticing Lando’s fear of change becoming more and more prominent. He mentioned how they were in a good place, and that Emma’s has a routine, I wonder if that ties into his own anxiety? Like having a routine is his way of being able to have control over things.

Also Max being a TRUE wingman in this chapter 😭 I love it. He’s seen lando give his entire life to emma and he’s so proud of him for it but he also knows that lando DESERVES to take a bit of his life back for himself too.

“Lando, respectfully, what’s your endgame here, bro? You can’t actually keep her out of it forever. I said that earlier because it was a first date. But if you’re going to see him, like properly, Emma’s going to be involved eventually.” Loved this.

“It is to him, is my point. This has been real to Oscar for weeks already. He’s been shifting shit around for you and changing his life. You can’t just never do the same.” Love how he’s protective of Oscar in a way too. It makes me so curious what Oscar has said to him at work if max can already see this.

“Ruining and changing are different,” I fear this will be a reoccurring theme.

God I just love nortrell. He’s such a grounding presence for lando. I could say a million more things about this one but I’ve yapped enough. So excited for the next one! -og

Chapter 8

"It reads like it was something Lando expected."

yeah so as that passage says, emma's mum was in and out SO MUCH by the time she actually left permanently that lando for sure was expecting it. like maybe not in that specific way, but definitely was at a point where he was doing the majority of the caretaking and kind of resigned to the fact that emma's mum wasn't going to be reliable long-term for them.

i do have a lot of thoughts on emma's mum + her exit from their lives, yeah! some of it is touched on in the next two chapters specifically, so i'll try to avoid anything too ~spoilery, but i think lando himself is a bit conflicted about it? because they were never in love, they were never even dating. they just happened to have a kid together. so like lando never missed her as a person. but clearly the whole situation has affected him deeply, as the conversations with max in ch 5 and ch 8 both hint at. so that's for sure something that he thinks about. i also think maybe he was sneaky relieved to have her go... the "if she doesn't want to be here, it's better that she isn't" is like a "if she's not going to contribute, then i'd like to stop worrying about her completely" in some ways. also, lando very obviously from earlier chapters DID NOT WANT to be a dad. like he was NOT looking forward to emma's birth, and he was for sure put off and overwhelmed and irritated for the first few months of caring for her. but he was there anyway. again, there's some ~stuff related to that theme in the next few chapters coming up so i don't want to jump my own gun, but happy to discuss more as we unpack lando's feelings a bit more as the fic goes on.

(run as date was mainly bc of that throwaway line where sleepy lando is like "i can't do lunch, i have to run at noon tomorrow!" but @bright-and-burning reliably informed me that runners running on a date is well within the realm of possibility, so there. i would personally rather do literally anything else, but to each their own!)

a lot of what you are saying re: change, lando giving things up for emma, his own anxiety, etc i am vibrating about and i will be SO down to expand upon everything after chapter 10 is out :,) chapters 8-10 are like three parts of a whole picture to me and i kind of want it to unfold naturally for y'all, so i'm sorrrry but i will yap so so much on tuesday with you i SWEAR.

also re: max/oscar. their relationship is so dear to me. as i said in an earlier one of these, MOST of it happens off screen, but yeah, i'm so fond of the moments where max is protective of oscar, too. i think one of maxf's defining characteristics to me is that he's gentle with lando and so CLEARLY loves him that he's free to tell it to lando straight when he's being a bit of a dick or not thinking of others. the moment from singapore last year comes to mind where lando was like "then we all must have had heat exhaustion" about george and lewis and max was like "hey. you don't know their situation." maxoscar gets softer in fun ways later on in the fic too. their convos about lando are also a bit purposely ambiguous since lando is our pov character and he obviously doesn't know what oscar is telling max or vice versa, but max's involvement on both sides is really essential to this fic as i continuously say. love them all.

can't wait for you chapter 9 reactions!!! ty as always!!! and never apologize for length omg i read these so happily, like i soak in every word, trust 🧡

[wsdalt]

omg pls don’t cry, you’re amazing! :’D pfftt

i’m glad to hear that the words helped a bit! it’s important for you to know just how cool everything you did so far has been, so thank you for all of that, really! and whatever decision you come to, we the readers will support it

damn. wolf form ricardo got my attention so bad lmao i’ve been reading some leardo fanfics i’ve found in the spirit site but so far none of them involved the “experiment” side of ricardo, so that’s really cool! if it’s not a problem for you, i would love to hear if/how i can read it if you finish it - even if it’s not posted, maybe i can tell you my account, whatever works

yes i truly get it! i’ve written a few tiny things, and i get the feeling of truly appreciating every single tiny bit of positive interaction the fic gets (especially when it’s a character who doesn’t have a lot of attention in the fandom, like felps’ characters) but also that feeling when you put so much effort and joy into this but there is just a void watching you back and no response

i can’t say it for everyone, but if you do decide to keep posting there’s at least one person that will keep reading and responding whenever i can! but also if you decide not to, i’ll understand it completely too <3 do what makes you happier, i’d say

and no need for the thanks, really! i wish i had more time to talk to every single fanfic writer i’ve ever read a work from and tell them how much i appreciate it, they are truly doing god’s work lmao

- sdol anon

<3!!

at the moment the fic is very basic just me putting words on the page because if I stop to think too hard I probably won’t finish it oops. but those are fine because then I can go back and edit it properly it’s just a much bigger edit (I have a similar fic about a genderfluid Guizo concept but I hadn’t posted that because I hadn’t edited it yet)

if you’re happy to tell me your account I’m happy to send via dms \o/!!

I’m putting this under the cut because I rambled about the concept a lot. based on an “everyone lives” au because well… I like seeing characters deal with the trauma they received during canon

werewolf Ricardo is so cool unfortunately I have never thought that much about werewolves in my life so I am truly just making things up. I will say though I don’t think he’s technically a werewolf—just resembles one? I mean… it’s not a state that is activated by the full moon otherwise he would’ve been in wolf form the whole time, so it’s something similar, but different i think

My current thoughts are that he’s the victim of Blood ritual experiments (and maybe even has some blood ritual tattooing on his back that he wrote off as something weird he got while drunk) since blood is really the only element I know that deals with body transformation in this way? Also with all the blood themed-stuff happening recently it feels like it makes sense pfft

I’m going off of the idea that now the experiment has been activated properly (by him reaching a state of almost dying—aka the fact he did die mechanically if not for his experiment buff of -2 to hits) that it’s more cyclical now…? and that he could maybe learn how to activate it outside of the full moon, but he would need to actively learn ritual stuff for that

(I’m sure all of this is going to be decanonised if he shows up again in the blood spinoff, but that is a while away and I’m already writing au so may as well just have fun with it)

also side note I genuinely can’t watch the scene where all the werewolf-esque stuff is mentioned because it contains something triggering for me, but my lovely friend echo transcribed + cut out the bits and pieces I can’t see. So I know vaguely what’s going on but if you’d like to discuss it with me please keep that in mind… (can confirm what exactly I’m talking about if you need just being vague now for my own sake)

Factorial and I have talked back and forth a lot about what Ricardo’s state would be like in that form. Until we receive more information I am saying it’s more a survival form than anything else—so he’s not going to be bloodthirsty, but he’s going to be very defensive and if something freaks him out he can be dangerous (not on purpose to people he knows, but for strangers yes)

Unfortunately “full moon” is a bit of a trigger for everyone now since the killers seemed to be connected to full moon rituals and such. and “enclosed spaces” is a trigger for Ricardo specifically due to the whole “regaining memories of being caged” thing. So he can often already be pretty panicky when transforming

also to get to the other stuff you mentioned: if you have posted anything you’ve written I’d love to read it!!

but yes I’m not sure I’ll just… see how I feel next time I have a finished fic? maybe take a break to instead focus on translating my fics to Portuguese? we’ll see…

but yes i get that I’m very slow to comment because i just don’t have much time… i have a list in my head, but I’m thinking I might make a spreadsheet too pfft just so i don’t miss anything (I also need to get better at commenting in Portuguese on Portuguese fics… I’m a bit nervous to at the moment oops)

(also do you need an account to comment on spirit fics? because i do have one but i don’t often like commenting as a non-guest unless i know the person… depends on my mood a bit though)

this photo remains relevant to me pfft

[ficsforeren]

hii kana, hope u and your family are doing okay, if you’re okay answering this, i just wanted to ask you how was pregnancy for you, i’m so scared of all about it, and about how my body will look after, did you worried about this?

Hi, sweetheart!! My family and I are doing just great, and I hope you are too ❤️

Read below the cut cause this ended up as a super long answer LMAO

Honestly, I was so scared too, Nonnie 😭 I had a planned c-section for my second time (cause I had c-section the first time so my doctor recommended me to do so) and even then I couldn't sleep at all the night before. I don't want to lie and say it was easy cause it definitely wasn't. During my second pregnancy, I could only eat white rice and boiled eggs every single day cause that was all I could eat (I always threw up if I forced myself to eat anything else), and during the first three months, I couldn't even climb down my own bed without help. I was nauseous all the time, and very emotional. I got hospitalized for two weeks, got treated in the ICU where they took my blood three times a day even from my feet and it hurt like hell 🫠 Fortunately, my family (especially my husband) were so supportive throughout the process so it wasn't as stressful as it could've been for me.

Hmm I don't think I've ever worried about how my body would look like, probably because I was worrying more about giving birth and my baby health's condition (now THIS is stressful. as a mother, it kills you to see your baby get sick and newborns are so vulnerable so during the first month I just felt like crying all the time cause my baby had jaundice, and we had to do a surgery cause she couldn't feed properly and she lost a lot of weight, so we went to the hospital for like once every 3 days, it was a lot, both mentally and financially 😭)

when I had my first baby, I gained 15 kg (33 lbs) but I lost 13 kg in less than 6 months due to breastfeeding. I don't like exercising, all I did was taking care of my baby and doing chores but I still managed to get my normal weight back so I don't think you have to be concerned about gaining weight (if that's what you're worried about). even right now, my baby just turned two months old and I've lost 7 kg (I'm hoping I can get back to my pre-pregnancy weight in the next 4-5 months hehe)

but your body will look different, that's for sure. I got stretch marks all over my belly, some on my breasts too, and they're still there though they don't look as nasty anymore. And of course, I also got my c-section scar but they don't matter much to me. I actually feel proud to have these marks/scars on my body 😁

If you're worried/scared about being pregnant/giving birth/being a mother, trust me, you're not alone. I'm a mother of two children and I'm still scared, but also, the joy of being a mom is truly something else. I used to hate the idea of getting married, let alone having a child of my own (rough childhood lol you know the drill) but after I gave birth and I held my baby in my arms, I was so, so happy. And that was just the start. The first time they smiled, the first time they laughed out loud, the first time they called me "mama" and the first time I kissed my son goodbye before he went to school... so much happiness in every little thing and I'm so grateful for it. so what I'm trying to say is, it's normal to be afraid, but believe me, it will all be worth it 😊

[artsybug0]

Hello! Sorry for such a stupid and awkward question, but this question really torments me! Are you a couple? With Wally Darling? If so, how long have you been together? Sorry again for such a stupid question :_(

1. No questions are stupid questions

2. Once again, Millie is an Oc. Not a self-insert! I am Bug ^^

3. Canonically no! Tho I do heavily imply Og Millie and Wally or Millie and Howdy might be dating she isn’t official with anyone lol

Also keep in mind that Millie isn’t canon in any Au! So don’t be afraid to also ship your character with that Wally Au!

It is super flattering when some people think Millie is canon to an Au but she isn’t! Feel free to ship your character with Wally or Howdy too! They don’t belong to me lmao

Though please don’t “villainize” Millie if you ship your character with Wally. I’ve seen a couple of people ship their character with Wally and draw Millie and sometimes other peoples OC’s as jealous bitches who seem hateful.

Og Millie wouldn’t be like that all! She’d support you. She’s a Cupid! Her job is to help people fall in love! Even if that person has feelings for the same person that she does!

Also again, please specify which Millie Au you might be talking about. If you just say Millie I won’t know if you’re talking about Og, RF, Actor, Gothic/Punk, etc. just so I can answer your question properly