#anon if you look at my tags we agree that we gotta actually name him right?

[constantnbpreg]

Aw I’m so so sorry you had such a stressful day! I hope it cheers you up to know that you and all these anons got me HOOKED on that unnamed college boy!!! I need him bigger immediately! Like he’s just so desperate to round out that cute little four month bump he’s been carrying around since his first month into the semester, so desperate at the club he got himself knocked up within the first few weeks of his first semester. It should be terrifying but it’s not. He found out almost immediately that he LOVES to feel the weight of his belly, knowing what’s inside. He was even more excited the night he hooked up with an upperclassman, some varsity rower whose strong arms picked him up and effortlessly slammed him on the kitchen countertop, whose strong hands gripped his waist, his thighs, thumb stroking over the soft swell of his stomach as it grew just ever so slightly bigger when the rower finished inside him

It had kind of scared him at first, but then he couldn’t stop thinking about it. He couldn’t stop remembering the way the weight suddenly pressed down on his hips, how his stomach filled out just ever so slightly underneath the rower’s thumb, just subtle enough to go unnoticed during all the movement. His back had bent more, pulling forward to support this new added weight. And when he walked home that night he couldn’t stop his hands from dancing over his belly through his shirt, swearing it was just slightly bigger. When it was confirmed during the ultrasound a week later he spent the next month thinking, scheming, plotting. He buys himself a few third trimester maternity clothes, telling himself he’ll grow into them in the next few months. Then he buys a few more, stretchier, just in case. He sees them every day in his closet and his hands flutter over his swelling stomach and he thinks they could fit now, and that’s it

He waits until winter break, to at least be somewhat responsible. His roommate is gone, most of his classmates are gone, so he goes out to experiment. At first he promises himself just one, just one more, he just wants that cute round belly now and he doesn’t want to wait another few months for the twins to round him out! One more won’t hurt! But it’s all over when he’s on his hands and knees and feels a third baby beginning to stretch him out. Like this he can really feel his back arch in more, his belly hanging off of him, and when he pulls his shirt back on in the moments after it’s tighter, pulling at the sides of his belly and oh god like this he can finally put his hands on the underside of it and that’s how he knows it’s all over for him

Wonder how his roommate and all his friends will react when they come home from winter break to find him so big he has to press two hands into the small of his back for support as he waddles around, his belly swaying with each step, so pregnant that even at five months his stomach wobbles and shifts on its own just from how many are in there. Good thing he bought those stretchier maternity clothes

i want you to know sweet anon, i did in fact read this yesterday before i went to sleep and oh my gooooodddd

he’s just so impatient. he never knew just how perfect it feels to become so fucking round, to feel the weight of his growing offspring sit so heavily on his quickly widening hips. this strange ability like the perfect cheat code to something he never knew he desperately wanted and needed until he saw his tummy first develop that sweet little bump!!!

it’s not a sweet little bump anymore, and when he’s grinning and moaning as he strokes the side of his huge swollen middle, his friends will gawk and inform him that he IS going to get bigger that he shouldn’t have rushed into it!!! what is going to happen in a month or when he’s full term? and he’s pressing his thicken thighs together because the thought of getting even bigger doesn’t terrify him like his friends think it will, no it makes him so fucking horny

maybe his brood need a couple more siblings afterall…

[thefanficmonster]

You Never Notice

Sykkuno x Reader (Female)

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff

Summary: The center of someone’s world is never aware of their importance even when everyone else is in the know. People are hard to understand, no denying, but if we all spilled our truth like how Y/N admitted her feelings to Sykkuno, mutual understanding would be achieved a lot more easily. JK, she needed an eternity and maybe a thousand pushes. What’s important is the result though, right?

Requested by Anon. You are my first Sykkuno request and I wish I could thank you with a tag. Instead, I’m gonna thank you with a fic in which I put my all. Thank you for the request, hope the final product doesn’t let you down. 🥰

Here we go again. Sykkuno’s love life is brought up. This time it’s more frustrating cause I can’t shout how wrong he is about himself and the effect he has on the people around him. He has no room to speak, he hasn’t experienced what I have - one of your best friends living in your head rent-free because you’re just that whipped by them. That’s right kids, some of us never grow past the middle school crushes - they are a constant for some. That can be a good or a bad thing, it completely depends on how you view it.

Currently, him and Rae are addressing some dating rumors that started spreading about them earlier this week while Felix, Sean and I are kicking each other’s butts in Party Animals. We’re not all playing together, actually, we were all playing different games when we hopped into the call and just grouped together after playing solo got boring. Rae and Sykkuno are playing Among Us on a random server, her being the only person who’s streaming right now. She said she just wanted to clear up the dating rumors cause they were annoying to see popping up on her feed on every social media platform she’s active on.

“It’s ridiculous, really. People just look for online personalities to put in imaginary relationships. Are they that bored? I know quarantine is getting to everyone, but damn“ Rae says, laughing a bit to take the edge off her words but I know she’s bothered by this ordeal more than she’s letting on. I know how much it bothers her when people ship random youtubers and streamers together, even when she’s not involved. 

And I agree. Ever since I started streaming I’ve been shipped with my friends left and right. First Corpse, then Dave, Joel...you name them. It gets kinda gross cause these people are legit like siblings to me. Unlike Rae, though, I don’t waste my breath trying to clear those ‘talks of the net’ up. I don’t know if it’s for better of for worse that I remain silent on the issue when I’m involved but am willing to stand up for my friends when they find themselves in a similar situation. Some people think the reason I don’t share my thoughts is because the rumors are true, but the hint is most often taken, resulting in the ship ending. Well, that ship ending, there’s always a new one popping up. As Rae said, it’s ridiculous.

“Why does everyone think I am ever dating anyone? I’ve already commented on this: no one would date me.“ Sykkuno says through a sigh-like laugh.

“Why are you so sure?“ I blurt out without as much as a second thought

My eyes widen just a bit, just a bit. I’m not too surprised with myself. I am slowly losing control of my raging emotions and I’m afraid of what I’ll turn into when all my restraints snap. A mess, that’s the most likely answer.

“Well....“ Sykkuno trails off, clearly more than a little nervous, “I don’t have a girlfriend right now, and I haven’t had one in a while...Nor has a girl shown any interest to be more than friends with me in what feels like forever.“

“I’m sure you just don’t notice the hints girls drop. We can be pretty subtle.“ I try to sound as nonchalant as possible while I’m still in my panicked animal mode. And by animal I mean a cub. A scared cub that is now showing confidence but will run and hide right afterwards. I silently thank the universe that I’m not streaming right now. I can feel the heat on my neck and cheeks which is pure embarrassment and would have been more than evident on-camera.

“Yeah Y/N’s right, Sykkuno. Girls can be very subtle, but they will always let you know if they like you, even through the smallest of gestures. You gotta keep your eyes open.“ Rae backs me up reassuringly.

“Guys never notice anything.“ I say, rolling my eyes. I feel the pressure lessen thanks to Rae’s involvement in the conversation.

“That’s not true.“ Sean protests, “We pay close attention, especially to girls we are attracted to.“

“Yeah!“ Sykkuno pipes in again, “I’m pretty sure I would notice if a girl was dropping signals that she likes me.“

Now that stings. That legit makes me wince and cringe as though his voice delivered an actual physical hit to my chest and stomach. It’s really unpleasant, painful even.

“You never notice.“ There’s something about this triple opportunity - proving him wrong that he’d catch onto a girl’s signals; proving him wrong that girls aren’t attracted to him; coming clean about the biggest emotional struggle I’ve experienced in recent years; - that snaps my last emotional restraints. I will totally regret this later, but after the regret comes the relief which is 100% worth it. 

“What?“ He sounds very puzzled. I can just about imagine him frowning as he tries to wrap his brain around something even I can’t wrap mine around.

“You say you’d notice a girl’s hints of attraction. OK.“ I nonchalantly throw Felix off the submarine in Party Animals while I keep talking, “Would you notice if a girl purposely doesn’t kill you in Among Us when she’s impostor? Or would you notice that a girl always sends you links to videos she finds funny? Or that she always shares music and movie recommendations with you and you only?“ 

Dead silence ensues. I feel like they have all glitched, considering Sean didn’t even try to put up a fight when I lifted him and threw him in the ocean as I previously did with Felix’s avatar.

Maybe I was a tad too specific and made the whole situation hit a little too close to home for me. 

Sykkuno and I have become really close friends and we chat and play games regularly. As I mentioned, I give him movie and music recommendations and I only recently started acknowledging the fact that I’ve never killed him in Among Us. Natural instinct I guess. In fact, I feel the need for vengeance when he’s killed. I refuse to even vote for him unless it’s absolutely necessary.

Now that I think about it, it’s not his fault he has no clue. I just don’t know how to properly drop hints.  

“Um...I mean, I guess I would notice but I’d never think they are that type of hints.“ He finally replies.

On point there, dear. On damn point.

“What does it take for you to be convinced that a girl is into you?“ Who cares that a bunch of people are about to witness this outpour? It’ll make it more real, yes, but it will also help me believe that it happened so I don’t try to crawl back to the point where return is an option. No return now. You’ve already passed two thirds of the way. The last one will set you and your mind free. 

“The only way I can be sure is if she tells me, really.“ He sounds so nervous and shy, like he’s trying to draw as little attention as possible.

He doesn’t have to worry. I’m about to pull all the attention on me.

“Well in that case....you leave me no other choice.“ My screen displays me as the winner of this round of Party Animals - an easy one considering my friends are glitched in real life. “I like you, Sykkuno. I like you a lot. And I know you will see it from every context except the one its meant to be in so I’ll be even more head-on - I’ve liked you, as more than a friend for quite some time now, but buddy, you can be sooo oblivious sometimes. Anyway...“ Here’s that regret I was talking about, it’s already creeping in. “Don’t feel the need to say it back. I don’t wanna hear it if you don’t mean it. And Rae,“ I can’t help but laugh at the thought, “Sorry for making your chat go crazy. Peace!“

And I disconnect from the Discord call.

“See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?“ I say out loud, staring at my desktop. “The cat’s out of the bag and you can move on now.“

I push myself to get some work done in order to get my mind off the mess I’ve created. I’m afraid of thinking about it, I know I’ll get too upset to do anything with the rest of my day if I do.

Suddenly, just as I’m about to open my email, my phone chimes. My brain doesn’t bother to stop my arm from automatically reaching out and checking the notification. A message.

From Sykkuno.

~ I knew you didn’t suggest me ‘My Best Friend’s Wedding’ for no reason

Me ~ So...?

~ So, I’m not the only oblivious one here, Y/N

Me ~ Wait WHAT?

~ ‘Nick And Norah’s Infinite Playlist’?

Me ~ Oooohhhh...I see

It takes him a few seconds to reply, the bubble with the three bouncing dots popping up and disappearing a few times now. I just now feel my heart banging against the inside of my ribcage, my pulse echoing in my ears.

He did seem a little too eager for me to watch that movie...

~ So, movie date?

I laugh, wholeheartedly and honestly. Genuine joy running through my veins.

Me ~ So it is.

The grin that is now decorating my features promises to stay there for the rest of the day. I bite my bottom lip at the thought that pops into my head.

Me ~ Phew, I can stop sparing you in Among Us from now on

He sends me three cry-laughing emojis in return, but I don’t need those. I can just imagine him laughing as he usually does with one hand covering his mouth. And here I thought my grin couldn’t grow wider.

 Imagining him happy makes me smile. His happiness makes me happy. He makes me happy.

Even better...

I think the feeling’s mutual.

[joeyjoeylee]

Hey :) can't wait for the final chapter of "both sides of the law"... do you know when do you plan to release it?

( No pressure 😬 )

Hi Anon, this is really nice, thank you! I'm back on my usual bullshit re: angst over word count yada yada yada substantially complete but edit! needed! blah blah, etc. Best case scenario with the holiday weekend I'd say Monday but more realistic scenario (lol) later next week! (Completely pessimistic scenario - I'll tinker with it forever, finger hovering over but never actually pushing the post button.)

In penance for blowing yet another deadline and because I have missed tags for the last couple WIPs tag games - I'm gonna kill two birds with one stone AND also include a snippet (but under a thingie for mild spoilers/sheer ridiculous length).

“Who’d the judge appoint to represent Eddie?” he asked, concentrating on spearing a piece of fish with the end of his chopstick. These little fuckers were so slippery sometimes.

“One of the best litigators in Detroit, even if his practice isn’t primarily criminal,” Gretchen answered, after a pause.

He looked up and made an impatient keep going motion with his chopstick when she paused again. Gretchen actually had the nerve to wince at that as though he was flinging rice all over her pristine oak desk.

She didn’t say anything. Just kept regarding him thoughtfully, in a way he recognized was her trying to figure out the best way to proceed – to try to manage him.

Finally, she closed her eyes for a long moment in resignation, put-upon and martyred, as if this all was just going to be so so very difficult.

“Eugene Katz,” she said at last.

For a second, Rio couldn’t place the name or why Gretchen would say it with such a long-suffering sigh, like she was bracing herself for a reaction from him that was going to be nothing but unreasonable.

Then.

Eugene…Katz?

Katz?

Professor Fucking Katz?

He dropped his chopsticks with a clatter, earning him another wince, and sat back in his seat incredulous.

“You ain’t actually being serious right now, Gretch –” he began, scowling, but she cut him off immediately.

“I know, I know, you had him at school – me too, by the way – and you think he is quote ‘crazy’ unquote, but the fact remains that he’s been litigating almost as long as we’ve been alive. Yes, his practice is predominantly family law but you can’t run a small litigation firm for 30 years without doing your fair share of criminal and personal injury work too.”

He was still shaking his head no. Violently. No. No.

Gretchen narrowed her eyes at him. Then she steepled her fingers together and sat back in her own chair to do battle.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she mocked, pointedly, “I thought we had agreed these kinds of decisions were my department? No?”

Rio ground his teeth. She was right and he hated that.

He’d learned to defer to Gretchen’s expertise and counsel on issues like this. She was the one over at the courthouse every other day, the one who was vice-chair of the Criminal Law section of the Wayne County Bar Association, the one with all the connections with the criminal defense bar, not to mention the prosecutors, the bailiffs, the sheriff’s deputies.

Still, it annoyed the shit out of him to concede to her on this, especially since Gretchen knew exactly how he felt about that lunatic. So even though he already knew he was probably going to end up agreeing, he still made her work for it.

“Yeah?” he lounged back even further in his chair and folded his hands across his stomach, “well, convince me then, Counselor. Lay out your case.”

Gretchen sighed dramatically. Then started to tick off the reasons one by one on her manicured fingers.

“First, it’s not like this is going to difficult for him, the prosecution’s case is mostly circumstantial and it’s just a simple possession charge, a felony, yes, but the most baby felony of felonies,” she held up her index finger for Reason 1, “next, your unreasonable prejudices notwithstanding,” she dropped her index finger and held up her middle finger – Reason 2 – then held it aloft alone for just a beat too long until he snorted, “we wouldn’t be able to find anyone better connected. His ex-law partner from back in the day is Judge Cuccinelli and Judge Berry worked as his associate 20 years ago – they’re both on the bench over there now. And he’s taught at least half the rest of the judges on that court at one time or another, either at school or in continuing legal education classes.”

Rio rolled his eyes. All that all of that proved, in his opinion, was the very sad state of the Wayne County judiciary.

“And Reason 3 – the most important one – juries love him.”

He sighed and shook his head again, but without the heat from before.

“Rio, Eddie’ll be fine, trust me. And it’s not like I’m not going to be involved,” Gretchen’s tone had switched to sweet and conciliatory now that she sensed victory in her grasp, “I’m drafting up a joint defense agreement to be couriered over to his office. We can share thoughts and strategies and still maintain the appearance of separation between our respective clients.”

He knew he’d lost by then but he had to get one last dig in.

“You sure he can handle the workload, Gretch? Ain’t gonna drop dead before we get to trial? He gotta be 100 years old by now.”

It was Gretchen’s turn to roll her eyes.

“Exaggerate much? He can’t be more than 65 or so, and from what I’ve seen in court, still well in possession of all his mental faculties.”

That was a very low bar in his opinion, but he let it go.

Gretchen tilted her head, then leaned forward and put both elbows on her desk.

“Besides,” she said, and it seemed to him that suddenly she was watching him intently, “he won’t be handling it alone. He’s hired a new associate.”

Rio picked his chopsticks and bent back over to concentrate on wrangling his sushi again. He had already exhausted what little interest he’d ever had in talking about Professor Katz.

He expected Gretchen to keep on with her nagging and lecturing and low-key gloating about getting her way.

But there was only silence.

He looked back up to find her watching him still, her chin now resting on one hand.

She looked expectant.

“I bet you’ll never guess who it is,” Gretchen prompted. Her voice sounded a little odd to him. Almost gentle somehow?

Rio shrugged. That was a good bet on her part. It wasn’t like he gave a shit any which way, other than the passing thought of God help the poor little bastard who was going to be working for that lunatic.

Gretchen still didn’t say nothing. Just kept regarding him thoughtfully.

Damn, she could be so dramatic.

“Well, I’m definitely dyin’ of suspense over here now, Gretch,” he told her sarcastically, “so tell me – who?”

She was watching him so carefully, with such laser focus, that the second before she said the name, he knew who it was going to be and he almost, just almost, had time to brace himself before –

“Beth Boland.”

[idratherdreamofjune]

@sunheart wrote in her tags on another post:

Genuinely hate being alive ... I completely understand on so many levels why you would hate being a woman. Its horrible. And then as a Christian there's this whole really ugly dynamic- that i know is probably a lie i just haven't worked out how yet- that we're the 2nd best. The afterthought. The mediocre option. Almost everything in life men are better at and it's hard to believe it's just cultural-  math logic leadership writing cooking writing physical activities on and on, and women are good at being Nice :)   Which ok i like being nice   but it's like that's my only option   I feel like any other impact i might wish to have upon the world   will be paltry in comparison to what i could do   if only i was a man.   I feel incompetent. Irrational. Emotional. Obnoxious.   I feel like I'm supposed to be a plaything for the beings that were *actually* created to be in harmony with God   like I'm not supposed to have a connection with God-  only through my husband   which what does that make me as a single childless bitch?   I can't even fulfill the main point of my existence. Jesus interacted with women but did he care about them like he did the men? David and John were named his favorites not Deborah or Hannah. And like i said i'm sure none of that's true but i don't know how and it feels awful. hate it.

   Hopefully others have shared encouragement on this already, but just in case I wanted to give some thoughts. Please know that if I sound riled at all (and I’m going to try to avoid that) I’m not upset at anyone who feels this way but am deeply upset by the enemy’s lies that so many are hurt by. As a younger believer I did struggle with some of these questions myself, and for a long time it was difficult to reconcile these concerns with the promises that God loves me.

   Your instincts are right - it is a lie that women are second best. And before I go any further let me also agree that yes, we are physically weaker than men and have other weaknesses too. But since when has weakness meant that someone is any way “less than” others? Men have weaknesses too, just different ones. That’s the nature of humanity: every person is a mixed bag of strengths and weaknesses. I’ve never heard before that men are better at cooking?? My dad literally struggles to cook a hotdog in the microwave and has never touched a grill in his life. And okay men may (possibly, not sure on this one either) be inherently better at math, but which gender is drastically underrepresented in the nursing field? I suspect there are fewer male teachers, too, though not as huge a disparity. Men are more prone to recklessness and violence - part of the reason married men live longer (gotta get that stable influence). Again yes men are physically stronger but have you watched ballet dancers (oooh i mean ballerinas, sorry there’re so few ballerinos that I forgot to differentiate) or female gymnasts? Nothing “less than” there! The famous Proverbs 31 woman is a good insight into Biblical support of female abilities and value: “strength and dignity are her clothing”, “she opens her mouth with wisdom, and the teaching of kindness is on her tongue.” “Let her works praise her in the gates.” (The gates were essentially the city hall or forum of ancient Israel.)

   Going back to the beginning - women were created second, true. But did God not know His own plan? He was always going to create women. And the really amazing thing that I learned in the last couple of years is that, when God says He’s going to make Adam “a helper” (Hebrew ”ezer”), that’s the same word that is used to describe God’s actions for His people throughout the Old Testament: - Exodus 18:4 “The God of my father was my help.” - 1 Samuel 7:12 “Ebenezer” means “rock of help” and is a memorial of Yaweh’s help. - Psalm 30:10 “Hear, O Lord, and be merciful to me! O Lord, be my helper!” - Psalm 115:11 “You who fear the Lord, trust in the Lord, He is their help and their shield” - Psalm 121:2 “My help comes from the Lord” - Hosea 13:9 “‘You are against Me, against your helper.’“

It is a common word for “help” used in other settings, yes, but the fact that it’s used of God illustrates that this is no poor or second-rate role. Helping - aiding - supporting - incredibly important! In fact this article I just found puts it this way:

In two cases it refers to the first woman, Eve, in Genesis 2. Three times it refers to powerful nations Israel called on for help when besieged. In the sixteen remaining cases the word refers to God as our help. He is the one who comes alongside us in our helplessness. That's the meaning of ezer. Because God is not subordinate to his creatures, any idea that an ezer-helper is inferior is untenable. In his book Man and Woman: One in Christ, Philip Payne puts it this way: "The noun used here [ezer] throughout the Old Testament does not suggest 'helper' as in 'servant,' but help, savior, rescuer, protector.'

   Moving on to the New Testament, and the topic of John, who is known as “the disciple whom Jesus loved”. John is the one who wrote the book which tells us that (under the direction of the Holy Spirit, yes) and he only uses that wording as a title, in place of his name. Nowhere does it say he was the favorite disciple, or even most loved, just that he was loved. To me it seems more as if John is saying “Jesus loved me! Can you believe it?!” It has a feeling of awe and thankfulness as opposed to superiority.

  Getting into marriage specifically, I do believe that a wife should be under the headship of her husband ...mainly in the sense of letting him have the last word on decisions and plans. This is in part due to differing areas of strength, and in part because in some situations it’s better to have a family leader - most groups of humans need a leader, and following an assigned (or picked) leader does not make one inferior. All that being said, a wife should be able to provide input, advice, and feedback to her husband, who should take into strong consideration his wife’s needs, insights, and concerns (Ephesians 5:25-29).

   The lie that women cannot be connected to God outside of their husband is refuted not only by all the vibrantly faithful single or windowed Christian ladies of history (Amy Carmichael, Gladys Aylward, Mary Slessor, and Elisabeth Elliot are some of my favorites) but also Scripture itself. When Christ spoke with the divorced Samaritan woman the disciples were shocked not because she was a Samaritan but because she was a woman (John 4:27; she was shocked on both counts - John 4:9) - I hope they got used to it because Jesus spoke with women a lot. Despite the culture of the time, Jesus clearly had very warm and caring direct relationships with Martha and Mary, Mary Magdalene, and other women. Anna the Prophetess in the temple had been widowed for decades and was serving God alone “night and day” (Luke 2:37). Incredibly, in a culture where women were looked down upon, the Lord chose women to be the first to discover the empty tomb, and Mary Magdalene to be the first to see the risen Christ! I love that passage so much (John 20:11-18).

   Another example is when Jesus stopped on His way to heal Jairus’ daughter (i.e. He put aside a powerful man’s urgent request) to lovingly interact with the woman who’d suffered bleeding for years - a terribly personal and female problem (Mark 5:21-35).

   To try to wrap up, I’ll return to David in the OT, who was a “man after God’s own heart”. But again, it doesn’t say that he was actually a favorite - it does say David was chosen by God though, to lead Israel and establish the family from which Jesus would ultimately come. You know who else was chosen? Esther - “for such a time as this”. Once she realizes the task she must complete, she tells Mordecai how it’s going to go, and “Mordecai then went away and did everything Esther had ordered him.” Esther gets a book named after her and is remembered in the holiday of Purim to this day. Also note that Esther was married to an unbeliever. Likewise Ruth was chosen, as a young foreign widow, to be part of the Messiah’s kingly line. As an aside, my favorite thing about Ruth’s story (besides all the faith and beauty of it) is the simultaneous deep respect and protectiveness Boaz shows towards her (okay enough mush). Anyhow what it comes down to is that God chooses and loves both men and women, and both have a place (singly and married) in His plans and kingdom. See also Galatians 3:28 “ There is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither slave nor free, there is no male and female, for you are all one in Christ Jesus.”

   This post has all over the place, and I probably forgot a bunch of things I wanted to add (if anything else comes to mind I’ll add it later), but I hope it’s been encouraging. Yes I’ve struggled with some aspects of how women are portrayed in the Bible, but what I shared above, plus the love and blessings I’ve known as a single woman are more than enough evidence that we are known and loved. If anything is unclear or anyone has any questions please speak out/send an ask! Anon asks are on too. Also if anyone wants to add or amend anything do so without hesitation!!

[slowly-writing]

Cheetos

Jennifer Jareau x Reader

Word count: 1.7k

Requested by anon: maybe if you get a chance....... jj is obsessed with cheetos right? what about asking her out using cheetos somehow

You spend a lot of time paying attention to what makes JJ happy. Probably too much time, but that's besides the point. You’ve only needed to act on this once and what worked oddly enough, was a bag of cheetos. You found out by accident one day. You were on the plane home from a case, you’d lost a child and JJ was beating herself up over it.

“JJ, you’ve gotta eat something. I know you haven’t eaten since yesterday,” you beg but she shakes her head.

“I’m not hungry.” her response is short and you sigh, walking over to the kitchen area on the jet and grabbing the first thing you see, a bag of cheetos, and placing them on her lap.

“Now I’m not going anywhere until you eat those, so we can either sit here and stare at each other for the remainder of this 5 hour flight, or you can eat the damn chips and I’ll leave you alone,” you say firmly, planting yourself in the seat across from her. You expect her to snap, maybe even throw the bag at you, but to your surprise she smiles. It’s a small one but it’s there, and then she opens the bag and eats it all.

You stored that knowledge away for a rainy day, which seems to be happening right now. She’s been moody all day. She didn’t acknowledge any of you when she walked in, simply sitting at her desk and glaring at her paperwork. The team had been speculating all day as to what could be bothering her. Reid spit out a bunch of fats that just confused you and when Morgan mentioned her period he got smacked by both you and Emily. Emily suggested a fight with her “secret” boyfriend and everyone agreed that was probably it.

At the mention of Will you retreated into your own head. You being in love with JJ was about as much of a secret as the fact that she was in a relationship. The only difference was you knew everyone was aware of your poorly hidden crush, everyone but JJ.

Deciding you no longer wanted to talk to the team you walked over to JJ’s desk, hoping to be able to cheer her up.

“Hey, JJ. You wanna grab lunch?” you ask tentatively, hoping not to anger her more. It seems you’ve failed as her glare turns from her desk towards you.

“And why would I want to do that?” she snaps and your eyes go wide. You stumble back a few steps as if her words have hurt you, which they obviously couldn’t. At least not physically.

“Oh I….nevermind,” you trail off, locking your gaze on the floor and rushing to your desk. You’ve never been more grateful that your’s and JJ’s desks were on opposite sides of the room. With the way they were positioned and the amount of people flowing in and out from their breaks she couldn’t see you looking like a kicked puppy.  Unfortunately the rest of the team could and their looks of pity only made you feel worse. You quickly open your desk drawer, setting your laptop inside and taking a bag of cheetos out. You grab your bag and make your way out of the bullpen, setting the snack on JJ’s desk while you pass it as quietly as you can. In your effort to avoid eye contact you miss the soft smile she sends after you.

xxxxx

Her anger doesn’t last long, and she does make sure to apologize to you. You brush it off, stating that everyone has bad days and you both move on. The team finally has a break in cases and with your newfound freedom have gathered for family game night. You’re all huddled into Garcia’s small living room playing a truly vicious game of monopoly. Spencer was the banker, having been banned for using statistics to win every round, but he was enjoying watching the chaos. Garcia had little to no strategy. She bought the property that matched her “aesthetic” and nothing else. Hotch silently watched and strategically bought what others needed, selling it to them for a higher price. Rossi and Morgan bought what they thought would make them the most money. You bought a few properties, but mostly just sat back and watched while the others fought it out.  Emily almost always played way too aggressively and bankrupted herself buying every property she landed on. You’re pretty sure it was just to make Reid angry though, he always got frustrated and told her how it was statistically improbable that she would win like that to which she responded, “improbable. Not impossible.”

Morgan was in the lead this week with JJ in dead last. Emily had already lost, but everyone else besides falling between the two.

“Alright little mama, you're up,” the smirk on Margans face as he hands JJ the dice makes you roll your eyes. He’s ridiculously cocky, but unfortunately it’s one of the things you love about him. JJ takes a deep breath before rolling a three and landing on Morgan’s property, subsequently bankrupting her.

“Aw no! Better luck next time!” Garcia’s words would sound condescending from anyone else, but from her they sound sincere.

“Thanks Pen,” JJ says before slouching in her seat and crossing her arms over her chest.

“If it makes you feel better, you lasted longer than me,” Emily offers and JJ’s pout deepens.

“An aardvark would last longer than you,” JJ grumbles, causing everyone to laugh before turning back to the game. You nudge JJ with your elbow slyly handing her the Cheetos you’d brought when she looks your way. Her pout instantly disappears and she’s laughing, gratefully accepting the bag with a wide smile. You smile as well, feeling accomplished having cheered her up, even if it was over something silly.

xxxxx

You noticed JJ’s been a bit down lately. Not mean, not angry, just sad. She stays to herself, and when she does engage in conversation she’s quiet and closed off. Everyone has tried to talk to her about it, but she just shrugs it off as being tired or sick, but you know it’s more.

It’s just the two of you left in the bullpen, everyone else having retreated off to their Friday evening plans, or lack thereof in Reid’s case. When you look over at her she’s staring off into space and you debate asking her what’s wrong. Your internal debate leads you not to, she’s made it clear she doesn’t want to talk. You’re going to leave her be when you remember your secret weapon.

Smiling to yourself you grab a bag of Cheetos out of your desk and make your way over to her whisper her name to draw her attention.

“Oh hey, what’s up?” She asks and you send her a soft smile.

“Nothing I just…” you trail off, setting the bag on her desk. She stares at it for a moment and you go to turn away, stopping when she grabs your arm.

“Wait. I…” she trails off, searching your eyes for the answer to a question she hasn’t even asked yet. “Why?”

“Why what?” You prod gently, genuinely confused on what she means.

“Whenever I’m upset, you’re always there with Cheetos and a smile, no matter how mean I’ve been to you. Why?” She clarifies and you shrug slightly, looking to the floor to avoid eye contact.

“Oh, uh. I figured out that they’re your favorite, and it always seems to cheer you up. I just want you to be happy,” you say and she stares again.

“Why?” You roll your eyes, amused at the one word replies.

“JJ, I’m really gonna need more words from you if you want to hold a conversation,” you tease and she smiles.

“Why do you want me to be happy?” you start to answer and she cuts you off, “and don’t say it’s because we’re friends. You and I both know you don’t do this stuff for Emily or Spence. I want to know why you’re really doing this.”

“I’ve been in love with you for a long time now,” you say simply. “The rest of the team figured it out months ago, I’m surprised you hadn’t yet.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” She sounds like she’s in awe, and you're shocked by the fact that she truly didn’t seem to know.

“Well, you’re with Will. As much as I want to be with you, I’d rather you be happy. If he makes you happy, then I’ll settle for being your friend who gives you Cheetos when you’re sad,” you say, with a self deprecating laugh, “as long as you’re happy.”

“How did you know that?” She asks in shock and you laugh for real.

“JJ, you’re not as sneaky as you’d like to think. We’ve all known since a week after we got back from New Orleans, but you were happy so I didn’t say anything.”

“But what about you?” You shrug.

“What about me?”

“You seem to be only concerned about my happiness. What about yours?” JJ asks, stepping closer and taking your hand. “Y/n, Will and I broke up last week. I realized it wasn’t him I liked, just the idea of him. I’m actually….in love with someone else.”

“JJ I really want you to be happy but I don’t think I can handle the emotional whiplash I’ll get if you say someone else right now. So just tell me straight up. Do I have a chance?” You ask, heart beating a mile a minute. Whatever the answer is, your relationship is about to change forever.

“Yes dummy, you have a really good chance,” she says before pulling you into a kiss. It’s everything you imagined and so much more, but it ends quickly as JJ starts giggling.

“What? What’s so funny?” you’re unable to hold back your smile at the joy on her face. Her smile is infectious, and you could stare at it for the rest of time. The next words out of her mouth have you joining in on the laughter

“I can’t believe Cheetos brought us together.”

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[random-mha-thoughts]

Name (Todoroki x Reader)

Pairing: Todoroki x fem!Reader

Anon asked: “suggestion for Todoroki angst : he got in an arranged marriage with S/O because of his dad who offered a large amount of money to her family for this. Indeed it’s not what they are both looking for but Todoroki really acts cold, is sharp, openly criticizes her (a bit OOC ik) ... S/O is hurt but is still trying to be a good wife around the house to make the best of the situation and hide her insecurities. It’s just an idea, if it does not inspire you I hope you will find something better!! xx

Genre: Angst. Just...angst. I’m so sorry in advance plz don’t hate me

Warnings: Grab your tissues, this is a long roller coaster that’s only going downhill OH GOD I’M SO SORRY

Word count: 3,059

Tags:  @yuki-osaki​ @liviitehe​ @iamsoftsodonttoucheume-blog​ 

a/n: (Submission 1/3 for my post asking for todo angst ideas!  Thanks for the ask anon!)

Um. This is...depressing.  Really depressing and really intense.  I didn’t expect it would turn out this way.  But it did.  I had 2 other endings, but I instinctively wrote this one.  I actually had to stop and cry for a few minutes because it was just really painful I mean, I know I said I was ready to but I didn’t actually mEAn it

I tried a different style for this, but I think it suits the story well.  It’s 3rd person limited because I wanted you to experience everyone’s feelings in this (gotta maximize on the angst yknow) and half past tense bc of reasons you’ll find out.

God I’m afraid to post this. Is it bad that I love it, I honestly spent so much time writing this, but it hurts sO mUch?? Y’all are gonna hate me, you’re gonna kill me, oh no, just read the thing already, I’m hiding.

Buy me a coffee?

Shoto didn't know how to react to the news.  It's not that he had his eye on anyone in particular, or that he was even interested in marriage for that matter.  But because he proposed it, the man who had spent his entire childhood controlling every aspect of his life, he refused to accept any other intrusions from the man he should call "father."

The strange man across from his father spoke those words so casually.  "So Endeavor, when are these two tying the knot?"

At first, he thought he had misheard or misunderstood.  And then his father responded just as casually, "The date is set for next month."

The normally calm and collected boy almost burst the entire room into flames.  He clenched the silverware so hard his knuckles turned white and his teeth ground together, but he couldn't say anything in front of his father's guest and his daughter for fear of shaming himself.  The girl across from him offered a sympathetic look, but he turned away, already preparing the earful he's going to give his father.

-

"I want nothing to do with this!" he whirled on Endeavor as soon as they were home.  "You've made my life a living hell controlling every single thing!  And now you even want to control my marriage?!"

"I'm doing this for you!" Endeavor bellowed right back.  "For the Todoroki name!  For your future!"

"This is all for you!  I want no part-!"

"If you don't agree, you'll never see your mother or the siblings again."

The calm threat was enough to drench Shoto's wrath into submissive fear.  The flaming monster in front of him proved once again that he hasn't an ounce of sympathy for his blood.  He's learned that family is the only thing keeping his son under his thumb and he still actively exploits that weakness.

All the boy can do is swallow and walk away, retreating to the outside world to escape his bitter reality even temporarily.  Shoto doesn't have outbursts often, but there are times when the straw finally breaks the camel's back, and this is one of them.  All he can do is run until he can't run anymore, reaching somewhere secluded enough where he can burst out in flames and ice without hurting anyone, finally getting to a forest where he can do exactly that and scream to his heart's content.  It's the only thing he can do that is under his own control.

In the month that followed up to the wedding, Shoto barely spoke a word to anyone, choosing to isolate himself.  He only came out when he absolutely had to show his face at functions to the bride's family and look presentable.  His mind was always absent, the time flying in a blur of colors and white.  Thankfully, his father did the preparations, so all he had to do was go along with everything.  Shoto was simply playing a role in a play or movie, he was an actor who deserved an award for being in character for a month.

The night of the wedding, he and his newly-wedded wife were whisked away to their new home, being alone for the first time together.  He didn't even know what she looked like nor did he care.  As soon as they walked through the door of their already-furnished house, he released a heavy breath, brushed past her, unbuttoned his tuxedo, and - cold as his ice quirk - instructed, "I'm going to bed.  Don't come up tonight."  It was the first time he had ever spoken directly to her.

His wife, through this entire ordeal, was patient with him.  She didn't want this arrangement either, but she figured they could at least talk and come to a mutual agreement.  The entire month, she never pushed him to speak to her.  She anticipated that he would be rational about this, as she was told by her family, and that they would be able to talk things over when they were finally alone.  Just as she was going to speak her mind the way she had rehearsed it many times, he dismissed her.  She was hurt, but she understood.  He's exhausted after a whole month of stress and preparations, she rationalized, He just wants to rest.  I wouldn't want to talk to a stranger after all that either.

Resolving to try again tomorrow morning, she undressed (with great difficulty), crept into the master bedroom for her clothes while Shoto showers, retrieved her pajamas quietly, and retreated back to the living room.  The girl searched all the closets for a thick enough blanket and settles down to sleep on a couch, the exhaustion putting her right to sleep.

The next morning, the new Mrs. Todoroki woke up bright and early to make breakfast for her husband as an olive branch.  She toiled away in the kitchen, somewhat making a racket even though she wanted to stay quiet so Shoto can sleep.  Just as she finished setting the table and had to face the question of how to wake him, the boy padded down from the room.

"Oh, morning!" she smiled brightly at him.

He murmured a greeting back only to be polite, his face devoid of any real emotions other than coldness.  He sat as far away from her a possible, thanking her for the meal halfheartedly and digging in without another word.

After waiting a few moments to let him satisfy his hunger, she cleared her throat.  "So, um-"

"Your tamagoyaki needs more soy sauce and butter," he stated bluntly.

She blinked at the harsh comment.  It was shocking he said anything to her at all, and the first thing he said was an insult.

"And the miso has no flavor," he continued in the same tone.

The girl finally gathered her wits.  "I'll do better tomorrow.  Thanks for the feedback, I guess?" she laughed nervously, trying to erase the immense tension Shoto bled into the atmosphere.  When he didn't respond, she tried again.  "I know this isn't something either of us wanted, but that doesn't mean we have to live here like enemies.  We could be friends, or even just roommates!"

"I'd rather be strangers," he interjected harshly.

It felt like a stab in the heart.  Here she was, trying to make their lives somewhat bearable together through their common misfortune, and all he wanted to do was live like ghosts in the same house.

Shoto placed his chopsticks down firmly, glaring her straight in the eyes with the iciest hatred she's ever seen.  "Just to be clear, I want no part of you.  You live your life and I live mine.  You can have the bedroom to sleep at night if you want, but it's mine when I come home to shower and prepare for bed.  We will not sleep, talk, or breathe near each other as long as we are in this house."

She dipped her head in defeat, unable to bear the weight of his stare.  "C-Can we at least have our meals together?" she asked feebly.

It's something he respected, coming from family values no matter how broken.  It's the only exception he made to their less-than relationship.

Months passed and she kept her end of the bargain through a suffocating routine.  At first, the girl was kind, trying to get him to open up to her somehow without overstepping her boundaries.  She made excuses for him constantly.  He's just tired.  The least I can do is leave him alone.  I can't comfort him anyway, I'm a stranger.  He's still upset about the whole thing, he'll come around.  She even begged her boss to let her leave a little early every day to make sure she had ample amount of time to get home, shower, and prepare dinner before Shoto returned.  When he did, he wordlessly showered, sat down to dinner, nitpicked at her cooking, finished eating, and went to sleep on the living room couch, all without even sparing her a glance.

But as every day passed, she grew more weary and worn in her efforts to please him.  She tried to fix every little complaint Shoto had about her cooking or the cleanliness of the house or the laundry, but nothing seemed to satisfy him.  She tried to hold onto the silver lining.  At least he never touched me wrong or took advantage of me, she would think bitterly.  He has the decency not to take his anger out on me.

Then the dark thoughts closed in as he continued ignoring her. Surely, Shoto's only disgusted with his father, he doesn't harbor hatred for her personally.  Then she would remember the hate and disgust in his mismatched eyes the first day of their marriage.  She realized no matter how desperately she tried, he wouldn't show her any signs of warmth or appreciation.  No more did she try to make conversation with him during meals or greet him when he came home.  There were days she thought, Why should I even try?  He wouldn't like it either way.  What's the point of getting up today?  Maybe he'll even criticize how I sleep.  But she still rose out of bed every morning and carried out her routine because it could always be worse.

A sliver of hope came in the form of Shoto's birthday.  The girl figured if she did something just a little special, he would acknowledge her even the tiniest bit.  She spent days beforehand researching and testing out the perfect cold soba recipe because she knew it was his favorite.  She lit some candles on the table and bought a small cake for them to share.

When he came home, she was sure he would notice and say something, but he didn't; he went straight up to the bathroom as he usually did without a word.  Though she felt the glimmer lessen in her heart, she didn't give up.  For the first time in a while, she verbalized her thoughts to him.

"I made your favorite for your birthday!" she chirped as he sat down, setting the plate and a cup of dipping sauce in front of him.  She was so eager for him to try it because she was confident she'd gotten it right this time.  If she were a dog, her tail would've wagged in anticipation as he slurped the noodles into his mouth.  She waited patiently for his feedback, leaning forward in excitement as he swallowed.

"The noodles are slightly overcooked.  And the dipping sauce is too strong, you didn't add enough water."

Her hopes came crashing to a halt.  She couldn't even muster anything else to say as he hastily finished his dinner and rose to leave.

She stood up, heart hammering in her chest.  "What about the cake?"  Anything, something!

"I don't want it."  He turned his back to her.

"I got it for you!"  It was the first time she explicitly stated her intentions, the first time she made herself vulnerable.

"You shouldn't have gotten it at all.  It was a waste of time.  Why did you even try?"  The calm and cold words stung her as he got up and left her in the dining room alone.

His words echoed against the empty walls of the dining room.  She looked down at the cake he disregarded, feeling cold and dizzy.  She took a shaky breath in and out before resting her head on the cold glass table to stabilize herself.  The voice stabs through her even as she closed her eyes to block them out.

It was then she felt bluntly in her mind.  He hates me.  

-

The girl feels nothing but numbing cold, both on her face and inside.  Rolling up to sit, her neck and back cry out in soreness from sleeping on the table, pale light greeting her from the nearby window.  Her face feels strange, and she trudges to the bathroom mirror to check why.  She knows she should be preparing for work, but what's the point?  Her reflection reveals lines across her cheek, probably from sleeping on the edge of the table.  She shuffles to the kitchen because she should probably start breakfast, but why should she?  Leaning against the counter, she can't bring herself to move anywhere.  Her brain buffers as she tries to force herself to think of what to do now.  She doesn't feel sick, but there's a dull, cool feeling in her limbs that she can't face.

The phone rings, catching her off guard.  Glancing at the number, she doesn't hesitate to answer.  "Hello?"

"Hi, baby.  It's me."

Her eyebrows relax, appreciating the sound of a familiar voice.  "Hey, Mom.  What's up?"  She knows her voice sounds weak, she's hoping the woman can't hear it.

"I'm just checking in, you haven't called in a while.  Is something up?  You don't sound good."

"I'm...fine," she stumbles over the word.  "How's dad?"

"He's doing well.  You sure you're not sick, sweetie?"

"I'm not."  She leans her back on the counter.

"Is Shoto there?  How is he?"

And just like that, she feels something dislodge in her throat.  "He's going to work, he probably left early."  She doesn't know, there hasn't been any rustling in the house.

Her mom is silent for a while.  "Tell me the truth.  What happened?"

The sound of her mother's stern voice moves something in her chest.  "It's nothing, I just made a mistake."

"Doing what?"

"I tried making Shoto's favorite dish for his birthday yesterday.  I put so much time and energy into perfecting it for him to enjoy it, but I fell short again."  She laughs bitterly, tears starting to fill her eyes.  "He didn't even want the cake I got for him, he said it was a waste.  I shouldn't have bothered with it."  She blinks and a tear slides down her face.  "I don't know why I was expecting something different to happen, I'm so stupid."

"Honey, where is this coming from?  What's going on?"

She wipes her face, but more spill out of her eyes as she slides down the cabinet onto the cold floor.  "It's just a little frustrating when you're sharing a house with someone you're married to and they barely acknowledge you.  I mean, I expected there to be problems at first given the circumstances, but I didn't expect this."  Her voice shakes with every word.  "God, what did I do to deserve this?  I've lived in this house for 5 months, and never has he even said 'thank you' to me.  Hasn't breathed a word of appreciation to me.  I do so much for him.  I've bent over backwards for him just to make everything done the way he wants it, I've worked my entire routine, my entire life in this house to cater to him, but all he does is complain!"  She sobs into the phone, curling up into a ball as tremors wrack through her body.  "I'm just so tired.  I don't know how much more I can take.  I've made so many excuses for him, but I just can't do anything right.  Why am I even still here?"

Her mother is silent on the other line.  "My baby, if I knew this would happen, I wouldn't have allowed this marriage.  I can't believe you're going through this."

The girl can't formulate words or think anything coherent.  She drops the phone out of her hand, wrapping her legs to her chest as the tremors continue in waves, muffled whimpers the only thing escaping her lips because she's afraid to cry out loud despite being in an empty, lonely house.

-

Shoto heard something he probably shouldn't have, but he definitely needed to hear.  It bothered him for the rest of the day.  It was a sobering slap in the face that made him feel shame and regret, a hard-to-swallow pill that sat in his stomach the entire day.

On his way back home, the sound of her sobs echoes in his mind.  He curses his behavior from the past few months.  At the very least, he made a lady cry, and at the most, he's been a complete asshole.  It's all his fault, that is something he's completely aware of and is ready to take full responsibility for.  All this time, he was stupidly neglecting her out of spite for his father, but he broke her in the process.  He's angry that he had to hear her crying to realize that.  The only thing he can do now is hurry home to profusely apologize for what he's done and hope they can start over new and she forgives him, which he's prepared for her not to do.

Honestly, he deserves all the hate from her that he's shown her.  After everything she's done for him and all the effort she's put into their imbalanced relationship, he wouldn't be surprised if she yelled at him and called him all sorts of names.

Shoto walks through the door, the atmosphere different.  The house is quiet as usual, but it's more eerie than he remembers, as if that means anything with how aloof he was.  He slips into the bedroom and changes quickly, returning back to the quiet dining room where his dinner waits for him at his place.

He tentatively sits and spares a quick glance at the girl who's supposed to be his wife.  Her eyes are still puffy and she's tugging at her sleeves.  It seems she's avoiding him and he was avoiding her before.  He questions how things should start.   When is the right time to speak his piece.  Would she listen to him now?  He decides to take a bite first and chews slowly.  I guess a 'thank you' is a good place to start-

"We're getting a divorce."

He stops suddenly, almost choking.

"You don't owe me anything, and I don't want anything from you."  She isn't looking at him, voice calm and collected.  "Besides, it's better this way since it's what you wanted."  She rises from her seat smoothly.  "I've already packed for the next few nights.  I'll have some workers come in the following weeks to clear out the rest, and the papers will be delivered promptly."  Her footsteps recede from the room.

Shoto turns around to call out to her, and his minds comes up blank.

He never even bothered to remember her name.

~

Sequel?

Sequel!

[berrymeter]

ok perth u probably didn't see the oneus cb yet but i gotta give u my thoughts please take my thoughts.

black mirror: it feels a little atrocious and cheesy and i actually love it like it's just a catchy song!! they could have gone harder but i'm okay with it. the mv is VERY valkyrie which is cute but also boring. none of the shots really wowed me also rbw tanked their budget for this cb.. and some of their fits suck. for me this is a step up from banbakbulga though

connect with us: letdown letdownnnn i would honestly rather listen to the outro version of this song. there is no movement there is no buildup. but xion has a verse so 🥰🥰 i guess

polarity: THIS IS THE ONE.. catchy as hell mwah

happy birthday: save me. save them. the chorus is nice honestly and i like this producer but the aggressively heterosexual corny english interjections really took me out of the vibe.. it's not my birthday i'm not your girlfriend shut up shut uppppp

valkyrock: mixed feelings bc it really just feels like valkyrie with poorly arranged hard guitar in the bg there were some weird instrumental choices too. it serves its purpose which is to be a cool concert remix. there are some cool moments tho especially with the main guitar which i can only assume is kanghyun just shredding it good for him. could have gone harder with the rock concept

so overall this cb... just okay. i'm okay with it! it's def not a come back home or a tbontb (i actually LOVED tbontb era sfsgdfdgdg even the acoustic guitar in the chorus) but frankly it wasn't trying to be that. still feels pretty oneus. anywayyy this is long! i just wanted to like. open a discussion lol don't feel pressured to respond!! -tt

i can finally start answering this ohohoho

hi tt anon my beloved!!! i am ready to answer to these thoughts (aka compare them to mine hSDGHSDKJGH. also i’ll be writing like, each ThoughtTM after i’ve listened to each song, so while i’m typing that i’ve only heard black mirror)

ok so i’m done typing my thoughts and. it got VERY long. don’t apologise for length i’m also wordy <3

now connect with us. so far i didn’t like the voice editing on keonhee’s voice but the song sounds... alright... not groundbreaking but it’s alright. seoho my beloved <3 WAIT THERES NO DROP IN THE CHORUS???? WHAT THE FUCK? i don’t really like the typical kpop drops always used now but come on?? oh wait there’s a? ugh. that was nothing. well i guess it’s a song and dongju got a verse for sure. i don’t have a lot to say on it i don’t know if i’ll add it to any playlists IS THAT HWANWOONG’S FIRST LINE?????? what the hell is any of this DSKJFHKJHD i may not have noticed him before but huh what. eh. it’s a song. again maybe it’ll grow on me! but right now yeah it’s a letdown i agree.

so for black mirror i agree the mv was... cheaper than what we got with gaja, twilight & etc. like they used all the budget on their first mvs DNSKJFHKJ (and to be or not to be... i guess? i don’t remember much except Guns And Blood Bath). i don’t really mind it in itself bc i don’t watch mvs much anymore and i’ve accepted that sometimes companies will just throw whatever at the audience for the sake of money (see also: ugly dance by onf letting me down in great part bc it acts as a followup to beautiful beautiful but is literally just a performance mv with no storytelling elements whatsoever but eh what can you do right) but for someone who likes cinematography it’s definitely gonna be disappointing if they were expecting something like gaja or come back home. as for the fits i didn’t really look at them, mostly their faces? and ough they are pretty <3 but yeah i wanted to get the more negative criticism out of the way so i can talk about The Song because unexpectedly i actually really like it!! and we can thank the bassline for that LMAOOO honestly this is gonna sound mean for no reason but this is what w*nho (censoring in case it gets in tags... i do NOT need mbbs after me on this fine day) thought he was doing with his debut song (not losing you that one made me cry. the one that i forgot the name of). i really enjoy the vibe of the song even if imo it doesn’t really fit the visual concept very much? but it has strings and i’m not gonna say no to strings. strings and a sexy bassline. and yonghoon’s whistling. SHFSDHKH

no but it’s a really good song imo! it’s not... as good as say, twilight (maybe it’ll grow on me idk we’ll see but twilight really was one of their best so), but it’s still a pretty solid song and while i do like banbakbulga a lot now it feels a lot less oneus than black mirror. oh wait i have something else to say, they really should leave the rapping to ravn bc like we know kpop rappers are not really rappers but i. really don’t wanna hear leedo rap anymore. he has great vocals there’s no reason for that... ravn is genuinely enjoyable to listen to so i don’t mind him but pls rbw give leedo more vocal lessons so he can sing more (and also give dongju vocal lessons at all?? why does he get two lines per song??? they’re a 2 yr old group now there’s no excuse. is he that bad? i don’t buy it he sounded good in the rtk gaja)

black mirror also very vaguely reminded me of run away by got7 during the chorus for some reason feel free to ignore that HFKJSHKFJ

onto polarity! shit i really need wrist braces. well this is like an improved connect with us? it’s definitely catchier sdnfsjkdfh and definitely a oneus song tho that means i don’t really like what their style is headed toward... one of the percussions they keep using, i really don’t like it!! i hear it everywhere and i don’t like it! not bc i hear it everywhere but bc it’s used for anything and everything like u should be more careful with what sounds u use for what songs. but i’m also very picky in the little details when i’m focused on something i guess sndfjskh. keonhee sounds really good in this song thank u mr lisp for my life i love u :) OH WAIT LEEDO IN THE CHORUS??? VERY GOOD LET’S GET MARRIED jk not to a leo man.

then we got happy birthday....... um... i was gonna say this is fine then he said you’re my goddess and. let me out <3 NOOO KEONHEE SOUNDS SO GOOD THIS IS EVIL... WHY DOES HE SOUND SO GOOD ON THIS SONG NANODNONDD LOVE LOSES </////3 i wouldn’t say it’s unlistenable for me like english girl but i’m gonna have to turn off my english speaking brain to listen to it yeah. it’s a good song otherwise what a shame... stop pushing ur heterosexual words onto me i’m just trying to listen to a song!!! do songs have to be gendered!!!!!!!!!

valkyrock here we go. last one. last one boys & not boys. so far it’s nice tbh. HUH? they lost the vibe with ravn’s verse. okay i guess the prechorus is alright i can hear the faintest hint of strings. the chorus... the percussions should not be like that... like idk how to explain it but the rhythm is too regular and not spaced out enough, if they were gonna do it like that it should hit a lot harder. don’t give me just the big boy (idk the english name but u know the one on the drums) and the small cymbal sound... that’s not loud enough bring out the damn gong (ok i may exaggerate but like it sounds more dancey than rock either way). uhhhhh overall though i really like the mix of the heavy guitar & strings i think that’s great and they should do that more. i can only assume onewe took care of the instruments LMAO harin u should’ve gone harder than that king i know u can...

so uhmmm for me this cb is... better than the previous one. which is sad bc it was a full album. i also liked it better than tbontb bc i felt that one didn’t go hard enough and black mirror wasn’t trying to go hard in that way so it doesn’t bother me 😭 yeah it’s not light us raise us fly with us level but it’s really good still. i can’t wait for oneus to finally release something that makes me insane but tbh? tbh? the bassline might get me there anyway. sexy bass makes me deranged and i think that’s at least a little bit relatable. still... when oneus get back to their roots in ways other than valkyrock maybe we’ll ascend to a better plane. much love 💕

[freddiesaysalright]

Catching Up Part XII

A Joe Mazzello x Reader Fic

Summary: Reader is a writer for an entertainment news network and after Joe comes in to do an interview, they reconnect. Unexpectedly, they’re having a child together.  

Word Count: 4K (its a dramatic one)

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A/N: Y’all ready to meet Joey?! Here he comes!

Part I  Part II  Part III  Part IV  Part V  Pat VI Part VII  Part VIII  Part IX  Part X  Part XI

Part XII here we go!!!

You and Joe returned to New York, where the cold was a shock after the warmth of California. You were happy to be back in your house, which you decorated for the holiday season. You spent Thanksgiving and Christmas with the Mazzello’s. They adored you, and the feeling was mutual. They were so sweet and welcoming and incredibly excited for you and Joe.

His mother was an actual angel, who just doted on you. She was thrilled you liked the ring, since it was inherited from her mother. She told you the rich family history of it, and it made you all the more honored to wear it. Although, you told her it was getting rather tight around your swelling fingers, so she gifted you a gold chain to wear it around until after the baby was born. You thanked her over and over again. She helped you put it on and told you how beautiful you looked. You thought you might die of happiness.

They did take a few moments to grieve Joe’s father. You felt a bit like an outsider then, since you never knew him. You’d met him briefly when he came to pick Joe up from school back in those days, but you never knew him well enough to mourn. You started to excuse yourself, but Joe took your hand, holding you close to him, needing you.

When you got home, it was after New Year’s. Your belly was becoming a nuisance to you now that it was too round to bend over or turn around in a narrow hallway. It made you thankful you were no longer in your apartment. That space was much too small. Joe was still travelling since Bohemian Rhapsody was nominated for so many awards. But he would be with you the entire month of February. You told him that was fine, but he had to go to the Oscars. The baby would be a newborn, but it was something you insisted he couldn’t miss.

February began and you and Joe were so excited you could hardly talk about anything other than the baby’s arrival. Dr. Jones was finally back from Kenya, which you were incredibly thankful for because Dr. Barrow was just so rude. You wouldn’t actually see her until your delivery though. Until then, you and Joe were putting together Joey’s nursery.

“Baby, do you want to do anything for Valentine’s Day?” he asked as you handed him the next part he needed for the crib.

“Huh,” you said, thinking. “I forgot about Valentine’s Day.”

“It’s just that it’s our first one together and I was wondering if you wanted it to be special,” he pointed out.

“Honestly, Joe, Valentine’s has never meant very much to me,” you explained. “The restaurants are crowded, people are annoyingly in love, other people’s feelings get hurt. It’s always seemed a little silly to me.”

He shrugged. “Alright, then, we won’t make a big deal out of it.”

“Please don’t say that now and plan a big surprise for me,” you said. “Really, I mean it. It’s not a big deal. Plus it’s less than a week from Joey’s due date and I don’t wanna go into labor or something if we’re in public.”

He chuckled, leaning over and kissing your forehead. “Alright then. No Valentine’s plans. Although, Ben’s gonna be in town by then. Rami and Lucy will be here too.”

“Honey, I’m sure Ben will be your Valentine if you ask him nicely,” you teased.

“He’d be lucky to have me,” he returned with a smirk. “But since Rami and Lucy will probably be together, maybe we could have Ben here and tell him the good news.”

“Oh, that’s a great idea!” you agreed.

You and Joe had talked a lot about Joey’s godparents. You had already named Christy the godmother, and she was honored to accept. Joe, however, had a difficult time deciding on a godfather. In the end, he chose Ben. It surprised you, but you supported him one hundred percent.

“What about Gwilym?” you asked.

“He’s flying in on the fifteenth early in the morning,” he said.

“Well, alright, we can have Valentines with just us and Ben,” you said. “That’ll be fun.”

A couple weeks went by, and it was the holiday of love or bitterness. Ben agreed to come over to you and Joe’s for dinner and stay with you two in the guest room. He loved the house and the nursery.

“Really, you guys have done an incredible job,” he praised. “It’s so...you guys.”

“Thanks, man,” Joe returned. “Y/N, is dinner about ready?”

You nodded. “Should be.”

You all went downstairs, Joe helping you with your slow pace. You served dinner and when there was a lull in the conversation, Joe cleared his throat.

“So, Ben,” he began, and he took  your hand. “There was something we wanted to ask you.”

Ben raised his eyebrows at the both of you. “Okay?”

“We’ve thought about it a lot, and we wanted to know if you would be Joey’s godfather,” Joe said.

A smile erupted across Ben’s face. “Really? D’you mean it?”

“Yeah!” you assured him. “We think you’d be wonderful!”

Ben laughed. “I thought...I thought you’d pick Rami for sure. I can’t believe it!”

“So you’ll do it?” Joe asked to clarify.

“Of bloody course I will!” Ben cried. “I’m honored!”

He stood up and hugged you both.

“Sorry your Valentine’s Day was just us,” you said when he kissed your cheek. “But I hope we made it okay.”

“Are you kidding?” he replied, still grinning. “This is the best Valentine’s Day I’ve ever had. Thank you so much, guys.”

At that moment, you felt a small contraction. Your breath hitched in your throat at the feeling. You’d been having them every few days since you were so close to your due date, but  you knew when you would need to go to the hospital and it wasn’t time yet.

“Alright?” Ben wondered.

“Another contraction?” asked Joe.

You nodded. Ben shot Joe a worried look.

“Not yet,” Joe said with a laugh. “It’s just that he’s close.”

“Yeah, he could come any day now,” you said. “I have had more contractions today than before. Maybe it will be his godfather that brings him out.”

Ben smiled. “I’m so excited.”

“Us too,” Joe said.

You took a deep breath. “I think I will go up and lie down. Do you guys mind doing the dishes?”

“We can take care of that,” said Joe. “Besides, you cooked, so I clean. Those are the rules.”

“I’m still getting used to it,” you said with a laugh, and reached out to give Ben another hug. “I’ll go ahead and tell you goodnight. Thanks for being here, Ben.”

“I wouldn’t miss it,” he replied, kissing the top of your head.

You pecked Joe on the lips. “I’ll see you upstairs.”

“Love you,” he said.

He was thankful - for years afterward - that those were the last words he said to you before you closed your eyes that night. He stayed up with Ben, catching up on the couch as they each had a beer. They laughed and talked as if they had never been apart at all.

“I really am amazed you’re about to be a father, mate,” Ben said.

“And you’re gonna be a godfather,” Joe returned. “As well as Uncle Ben.”

“Seriously,” Ben said. “You’re gonna be a great dad, Joe. You’ve supported Y/N through so much, even beyond the pregnancy. You and her are like the dream team.”

“I think so,” Joe agreed. “I’m just ready to be married to her now. Maybe have another pretty soon.”

“You’ll have the perfect little family.”

“Honestly, Ben. It’s like, cosmic that she and I found each other. It was like I’d known her forever, just seeing her when we walked into that newsroom. Like we’d stayed friends and nothing else had happened.”

“Everyone wants what you two have. To be that sure about a person...I’m jealous.”

“I’ve never been more sure about anything,” Joe said. “She’s it.”

Ben opened his mouth to reply, but they both stopped when they heard you cry out like a wounded animal from upstairs. Both men leapt to their feet and stormed up the stairs to your bedroom. When they burst through the door, they found you thrashing on the bed, crying and yelling.

“It hurts!” you cried. “It hurts!”

“Y/N!” Joe called to you, crawling up beside you on the bed. “Y/N, can you hear me?”

You paused, panting, just barely opening your eyes.

“Joe?” you breathed.

“Has it started?” Ben asked.

“I’m not sure,” Joe returned.

“Wha...what’s Ben doing here?” you wondered blearily.

“Honey, he’s been here all night,” Joe said, brow furrowing. “We just had dinner.”

You started to answer but shouted again. “Fuck! My head! Joe, it hurts!”

“What’s happening?” Ben cried.

“I have no idea!” Joe said.

You shrieked beside him, writhing again. More tears spilled down your face. Joe’s heart broke at the sight. He felt so helpless.

“Should I call an ambulance?” Ben asked.

“No, let’s just take her ourselves,” Joe instructed. “Help me lift her, I don’t think she can walk.”

He pulled back the covers, and he tried to touch your face to tell you they were going to carry you. You couldn’t open your eyes, though. And you were clutching your head too tightly for him to touch you.

“Joe,” said Ben darkly. “Look.”

He followed Ben’s gaze and saw the dark spot between your legs. Your water was broken. You were in labor and you didn’t even realize it. Worry shot through his heart. What was going on with your head that could make it so bad you couldn’t even feel contractions?

“We gotta be fast,” Joe said, and he put his arms underneath you on one side.

Ben took the other side and together they lifted you off the bed. You moaned with pain, but you weren’t screaming anymore, either. You turned your head into Joe’s chest and whimpered into him, tears dampening the cotton.

“Stay with me, baby,” he said. “We’re gonna get you some help, okay?”

You didn’t answer. You just moaned again. They carried you to the car and placed your carefully in the back seat. Joe told Ben to get in with you so he could drive.

“Are you sure?” Ben asked. “I can drive if you want to sit with her.”

“I’ll be faster, I know where I’m going,” Joe insisted.

Ben did as he was told. Joe gave you one last desperate look before climbing behind the wheel and taking off as fast as legally possible. It was pretty late, so traffic was light, but he still felt his heart rate taking off the closer you got.

You gave another pitiful moan, grabbing your head again and yelling.

Joe’s throat became thick as he heard you scream once more, “Ahhh! My head!”

When he pulled up to the hospital, he and Ben helped you inside. He told the nurse you were in labor and they got you set up in a room to prepare you for delivery. Your headache subsided as you got settled, but you couldn’t remember getting to the hospital now. Joe frowned, confused at your confusion.

“Okay, Dr. Barrow is already here so he’ll be down in just a minute to check on you,” the nurse said. “First I’m gonna take your blood pressure.”

Joe watched as you held out your arm and the nurse recorded the number.

“Okay, it’s pretty high, but nothing to worry about yet,” she said.

“What about the headaches?” Joe asked. “And where’s Dr. Jones?”

“Dr. Jones is on her way,” she told him. “And Dr. Barrow can tell you about the headaches and if it’s anything to worry about.”

She left and Joe began pacing. Ben took the chair next to your bed. You closed your eyes and winced when you felt a contraction.

“Did my water break?” you asked.

“Yes, baby, we told you in the car,” Joe said. “You’re in labor.”

“It just doesn’t really feel like it,” you said.

Joe and Ben exchanged worried glances.

“Rami and Lucy are on the way,” Ben said. “I texted them. Gwilym’s on the plane, so I haven’t heard back from him yet.”

“Is Christy coming?” you questioned.

“Yeah, I texted her,” Joe answered.

“Good,” you said with a sigh.

At that moment, Dr. Barrow came in.

“How are we doing?” he asked cheerfully. “Ready to have a baby?”

“Things are fine,” you said tiredly.

“What?” said Joe. “No, honey, they’re not. Dr. Barrow, we had to come tonight because she’s having severe headaches. She didn’t even realize she was in labor her head hurt so bad.”

“Women often exaggerate -” he began.

Joe cut him off. “Doctor, she was screaming.”

“This can happen during labor,” Dr. Barrow said. “For now, we’ll monitor her contractions and dilation.”

He left and Joe groaned.

“He’s kind of a prick, isn’t he?” Ben remarked.

“More than that,” Joe said. “He’s ignored every concern we’ve had. I think he just doesn’t want to deal with anything that could go wrong.”

“He’s in the wrong profession for that,” Ben said.

“I’ll say,” said Joe.

In another five minutes, Rami, Lucy, and Christy had arrived. They all looked happy, but the smiles faltered when they saw Joe and Ben’s faces.

“What’s wrong?” Christy asked.

“We don’t know,” Joe said. “But it’s something.”

“Hey, guys,” you said from the bed.

Christy stepped over to you and took your hand. “Everything okay, sweetie?”

You nodded. “I think so. It’s probably too early for you guys to come to the hospital. Joey won’t be here for another few hours.”

“Don’t be silly,” she returned. “We want to be here for the whole thing.”

You looked at your hand in hers. “God, my fingers look huge.”

Christy blinked. “Don’t worry about that right now. Just focus on getting your baby out safely.”

“Has the doctor seen her?” Rami wondered.

Joe nodded. “Yeah, but it’s not our primary doctor, and he’s not taking it very seriously.”

You choked on the next thing your were about to say to Christy as another headache came over you. You squeezed your eyes shut and howled with pain.

“MY HEAD!” you shrieked. “JOE! IT HURTS!”

You slammed your fist down onto the bed, writhing again. Joe grabbed your hand.

“Hey, stay with me, baby, we’re gonna figure this out,” he said, stroking your arm in an attempt to soothe you.

Christy ran and got the first nurse she saw. Luckily, she was approaching with Dr. Jones. When they heard your cries, they came running.

“What’s happening?” Dr. Jones called over your yells.

“I don’t know!” Joe returned. “She’s had headaches all night and she’s completely out of it!”

“Oh, God,” Dr. Jones said. “Has her blood pressure lowered since I saw you?”

“The nurse said it was still high when she took it a minute ago,” Joe explained.

“I need to test the latest sample of her urine,” she said. “I’m gonna take care of that and I’ll be back soon. This looks like preeclampsia, and if that’s the case we need to get her an IV of magnesium to prevent her from seizing.”

“She could have a seizure?!”

“Not if we act fast,” she said. “If we’ve caught it soon enough, then we can also avoid a c-section.”

“If it we didn’t catch it on time?”

“We won’t worry about that unless it’s true,” she said. “For now, try to keep her focused on labor.”

She left to run the tests. You were recovering again, taking deep breaths as sweat coated your skin. Your eyes were red and puffy from your bouts of crying. Tears still rolled softly down your cheek and you reached for Joe. He knelt down and took your hand, fighting back tears himself.

“Joe,” you whined. “I’m scared.”

“I know, baby, I’m scared too,” he said. “But we’re together. Just stay with me, okay?”

You only nodded. Then Dr. Jones poked her head inside and called Joe out. You looked at your friends around you. You reached one hand out to Christy and the other out to Ben, knowing you had to tell someone, and it might as well be Joey’s godparents. They each took your hand.

“What’s up, Y/N?” Christy asked.

You swallowed thickly. “If something happens, and I don’t make it through the night -” “Don’t say that,” Ben said gently.

“Please,” you said. “If I don’t, tell them - and Joe - to do whatever it takes to save my son. Even if it puts me at risk. I don’t know what’s going to happen, and I’m going to try my hardest to get through this. But if I can’t…” you trailed off, emotion taking your voice.

“We’ll save Joey,” Christy assured you after swallowing hard.

“We promise,” Ben agreed, stroking your hand lightly.

Lucy couldn’t stand it. She buried her face in Rami’s shoulder. He rubbed her back, wiping his eyes with his free hand.

“Where’s Gwilym?” you wondered.

“He’s on his way,” Ben said. “His plane doesn’t land for another two hours, though.”

“We told you, honey,” Christy added. “You don’t remember?”

“I think so,” you said, but you really couldn’t remember talking about Gwilym.

“It’s okay,” Ben told you. “We’ll remind you of anything you forget.”

Meanwhile, Joe was outside talking to Dr. Jones.

“I’ve just gotten some test results back,” she said. “The protein level in her urine is high. That paired with high blood pressure, swelling, headaches, and muddled mind tells me this is a pretty severe case of preeclampsia. How long has she been having headaches?”

“The intense ones only started tonight,” he said. “But she’s been having them since the second trimester.”

Dr. Jones’s eyes went wide. “Did she tell Dr. Barrow?”

Joe nodded. “Yes. Several times. He said everything was fine.”

“He made no notes in her file that she had complained at all,” she said. “I’m so sorry, Joe. Clearly, he didn’t see all these symptoms together, and now she’s at risk.”

“Is - is she gonna be okay?” he wondered.

“I believe so,” she said. “I’ve already ordered her IV to keep her from having a seizure, but the only cure for preeclampsia is to deliver the baby. Luckily, she’s already in labor and we don’t have to induce. I’m going to keep her on magnesium and see if we can successfully deliver the baby vaginally. I’d like to avoid a c-section if possible.”

The nurses walked by with the IV bag, saying nothing as they closed the door again.

“I can’t make any promises,” Dr. Jones continued. “But what I can say is that preeclampsia is rare, but very treatable. It makes delivery more difficult and maybe a little more painful, but not impossible. We don’t need to worry until it develops into full eclampsia. And even then, we’re already at the hospital and ready to treat her if she seizes.”

“But once the baby is born, she’ll be fine?” he asked.

“Should be,” she replied. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to have a few words with Dr. Barrow. The fact that he missed this is pretty alarming.”

Joe watched her disappear down the hall. He felt a little better but he was still worried. He squeezed his eyes shut, but he couldn’t forget the sight of you thrashing around and the sound of your screams. He shook his head to clear his mind and then returned to the room.

The IV was attached and you seemed to be doing better. You didn’t look so weak anymore. He walked over and explained to everyone what Dr. Jones told him.

“So, everything’s gonna be okay?” Christy asked.

“Dr. Jones seemed pretty confident of that,” Joe said.

She sunk into her chair and let out a shaky breath. “Oh, thank God.”

Time slipped by. Your headaches had ceased as one hour passed into two. When you were seven centimeters dilated, it was almost time to push, so Dr. Jones told everyone but Joe to relocate to the waiting room. They did, and waited anxiously. While they were out there, Gwilym arrived, looking worried and breathless. Ben and Rami updated him on everything that had happened. He looked relieved that you were going to be alright and that he hadn’t missed Joey’s arrival.

Before too much longer, Joe emerged, grinning so hard it was a miracle his face wasn’t split in two. He was laughing, but tears spilled down his cheeks. Everyone got to their feet, smiling back at him.

“He’s here,” he managed to say. “He’s ready to meet you all.”

They surged forward to hug and congratulate him. Christy was the first to break away and head to your room. Joe shook hands with Gwilym and told him he was glad he’d made it. Then they all followed Christy and came in to see you looking exhausted but happy, and holding your baby in your arms. He let out a little gurgle and you beamed at him. Your heart felt full. You’d never known a love so powerful as what you felt when you looked at your son.

Your friends surrounded you and you smiled at them.

“He’s beautiful, Y/N,” Christy said, deftly touching his head. “I’m so proud of you.”

Joe took a seat beside you on the bed and kissed your cheek. “You did wonderful.”

“Thank you,” you said. “Do you guys want to hold him?”

They nodded. You handed the baby to Joe, who passed him first to Ben. Ben looked a little terrified and you almost laughed. You held back, not wanting to make him feel bad. He held Joey close to his chest. He looked so small in Ben’s arms.

“I’m so tired,” you said with a yawn. “I hate to be rude, but I’m going to sleep a little.”

“Go ahead, baby,” Joe said, tucking you under his arm. “You’ve earned it.”

You closed your eyes and dozed against his chest.

Ben passed the baby to Rami next. He stirred and just barely blinked up at Rami.

“He’s got your eyes, Joe,” he said.

“He’s so cute,” Lucy cooed, looking down at him in Rami’s arms. “He might actually be the cutest baby in the world.”

“I agree, but I’m probably biased considering I helped make him,” Joe returned.

Rami passed him to Lucy. “Well, she didn’t,” he said lightly. “So I think it’s a fair statement.”

They continued to pass Joey around. They snapped a few photos to put on social media later, but didn’t post anything yet. Joe also requested they not take any of you while you were asleep since you weren’t able to give them permission. They respected that. Gwilym sent photos of Joe holding the baby to Brian and Roger, who had asked for updates after the child was born.

At one point, Christy left to get everyone coffee. It was the middle of the morning now so everyone was starting to crash a little from being up all night. When she finished passing them out, everyone felt at ease. Ben was holding Joey again, claiming godfather rights. Suddenly, your eyes snapped open and you looked at Joe’s face.

“Joe -” you began, but cut yourself off with a strangled cry, grabbing your head again.

“Shit!” Joe yelled getting to his knees to try and hold you still.

Christy and Lucy hurtled out the door to fetch the doctor.

You squirmed on the bed. Your screaming stopped when you found yourself gasping for air. You couldn’t fill your lungs. Your vision blurred.

Joe looked on in horror as you wheezed, head thrown in the pillow, and eyes beginning to roll back into your head.

“Y/N, breathe!” he cried desperately as he took hold of your hand and held it to his chest. “Stay with me! Come on!”

Your body jerked some more as your face started to turn blue.

“No, no, no, NO!” Joe yelled. “Don’t leave me, Y/N! Please stay with me!”

The jerks slowed to small twitches. Your head started to slump to the right. Your hand became limp in Joe’s.

“Stay with me, Y/N!” he continued, grasping your arm as if it was what tied you to this world. “Baby, PLEASE!”

[babbushka]

G prompt with my sweet southern teddy bear Clyde. Thanks! 💕

Thank you for requesting this dear anon! I hope you enjoy it :) 

Word count: 1500 

Warnings: none

Sunday mornings were usuallypretty lazy for you and Clyde. After having a long Friday and Saturday at thebar, your man tended to want nothing more than to hang around the house, movingas smooth and slow as molasses. Occasionally though, he got a spark of energy,and would wake you up early with kisses all over any exposed skin that peekedout from under the covers, asking if you’d like to go on some small adventurewith him. You always said yes, eager to do anything with your big teddy bear ofa husband.

Today’s particular adventure wasin the form of the Boone County Farmer’s Market, and it bein’ the first Sundayof the month, they were making a great big deal about themselves. Clyde hadseen the fliers, all sorts of fresh fruits and vegetables were for sale, but sowere other things, like art and jewelry and books. You had agreed, and the twoof you drove down to the park where the market was set up, walking down the grassylanes arm in arm.

It was chilly out, the effects ofwinter still hanging around the air. Still, people were out and enjoyingthemselves.

“I’ve never seen the market thisbusy.” You remarked, happy to see all the small local vendors having a line ofat least three or four people waiting to look in their little stand to surveytheir goods.

“Looks like them fliers do apretty good job.” Clyde responded with a smile.

There were people of all ages atthe market; from elderly folks admiring handmade quilts, all the way down tolittle kids enjoying small apple dumplings and running around in the grass. Themarket had more stands today than you remembered, and you were already mentallychecking off which ones you wanted to revisit on your way back to the car.

“Anything striking your fancy?” Youasked Clyde with a soft smile, who was deep in thought, as always.

“Yeah actually,” He said, lookingdown at you with a hint of an idea behind his eyes, “I was thinkin’ about maybestockin’ some smaller name brews in the bar. Give folks the option to drinksomethin’ a lil more local.”

“I think that’s a great idea!” Youexclaimed, making him grin. Clyde always had great ideas, sometimes he justneeded a little encouragement, and you were always happy to provide that forhim when he was feeling doubtful. “Why don’t you go talk to those nice fellas,and I’ll pick up some veggies for dinner?”

There was a booth for one of themore well known craft breweries in the area. Like with the other tents, therewere people milling around the place, happily taking an excuse to drink beer atnine in the morning. The folks at the booth were friendly looking and young,and Clyde immediately felt a bit anxious at the thought of going over byhimself.

“Aw sweetheart do ya have’ta leaveme?” He asked, tightening his grip subconsciously on your arm.

“I won’t be long, I promise.” Youkissed his cheek, “Besides, I can’t have you being distracted by me while you’retrying to do business.”

You made a good point – if youwere there he’d probably wind up starin’ at your pretty smile the whole time.

“Alright.” Clyde relentedfinally, kissing you chastely before releasing your arm. “Can you make sure toget a lot of carrots?” He asked, hopeful. He loved carrots and he knew thatthey had to have been a good deal bein’ at the market, or at least better thanthe Grocery Castle’s prices.

“Anything for you honey.” You nodded,before giving his gloved hand a reassuring squeeze and walking down to theproduce tents.

Clyde watched you go for a littlewhile, until he couldn’t see you anymore. Once you were officially out of hisline of sight, he took a deep breath of courage and approached the brewerytent.

“G’mornin’ Clyde!” One of the menat the table greeted him with a happy wave. The other man was busy with bottlingup some orders, but he too greeted Clyde from the back of the tent.

Clyde didn’t realize it from faraway, but knew the one who was at the table. Jack always came into Duck Tape onWednesday nights with his work buddies as a way to drink something other thanhis own brand. He was respectful, and always good for conversation, even aboutthe littlest things. Clyde liked him a lot actually, he was a vet too after havingserved in the Air Force. The two got along well.

“Morning Jack, hey Billy. Businessgoin’ well?” Clyde asked with a smile.

“You bet! Care for a sample?” Jackoffered him a red plastic cup about half full with dark beer.

“Yes please.” Clyde gratefullytook the cup in his good hand, bringing it up to his lips. He was pleasantlysurprised to discover that it was just as good as he had hoped, warming him fromthe inside as he drank, and he said as much. “Damn, this stuff’s pretty good.”

“You think so?” Jack asked withwide eyes. “That means the world comin’ from you.”

Jack had often talked aboutexpanding the brand to have his own bar, but the money just wasn’t there yet asit was still pretty small. He and Clyde talked at length about what it was likerunning such an establishment, and Jack had always looked up to Clyde –somethin’ that didn’t happen very often.

“I was thinkin’ about offeringsome more locally made drinks at the bar, was wondering if maybe y’all would beinterested in being the first name on the menu.” He said, and he could tell bythe look on both the young men’s faces that they were more than willing topartner up.

You found Clyde wandering around,looking for you not too much later. You admired him from afar, he always lookedgood but something about being out in the fresh air, even bundled up in hisjacket as he was, made you want to climb him like a tree. The way his sweet assfit perfectly into his jeans? You were a goner.

“Hey there handsome.” You said, biglinen tote bags slung over your shoulders with all sorts of fun goodies fromthe stands.

You saw Clyde was holding somethingin his good hand, a beautiful bouquet of a half-dozen lilies. They looked likethey had just bloomed, bright and creamy white.

“These are for you.” He said,taking the heavy tote bags from you and carrying them himself so you only hadto hold the flowers.

“For me?” You grinned, smellingthem. Oh how you loved the smell of fresh flowers. “Thank you honey, they’rebeautiful.” You pursed your lips, asking for a kiss, and smiled against hislips when he eagerly obliged.

“You deserve all the beautifulthings.” He said shyly, offering you his metal arm. You happily wound your ownaround it, sticking close to your man as you two made your way down the grassylanes back to the car.

“That’s why I’m with you.” Younodded in agreement.

After all these years, he stilldidn’t take compliments very well, and burned bright red at your sweet words.

“Baby you’re makin’ me blush.” Hemumbled, grateful for his baseball cap to shield his face from any onlookers.

“I love when you blush.” You pointedout, thinking how handsome he looked.

You never in your life would haveimagined that the incredible Clyde Logan would one day be your man, that you’dbe hangin’ off his arm for the whole town to see how in love you were. Younever dreamed that he’d buy you flowers and kiss you sweetly – he was tooperfect to think he could ever be yours. 

Yet on days like this, walking armin arm with him, his gentlemanly self insisting on carrying the bags, it wasnever more real. He was so kind, and so funny in his dry kind of way, and bigand tall and strong and muscular…

“What are you thinkin’ about?” Clydeasked with an amused smile. It wasn’t often that he was the one to ask thatquestion, usually you were vocal about all your thoughts and feelings.

“Nothin’.” It was your turn toblush, embarrassed that you’d been caught.

“(Y/N) I know that look in yereye.” Clyde teased, bumping his hip into your side and making you laugh. “Goahead and say exactly what’s on yer mind right now.”

“I want to go home, put thisproduce away, and then get you naked so I can ride those big strong hips ofyours.” You said with a bit of a laugh when his face went bright red, clearlythat hadn’t been what he was expecting.

“Oh.” He stopped walking, right in the middle of the lane, peoplemoving around the two of you like water around a stone. He blinked, immediatelyconsumed with need.

“Sometimes I forget how big youare, how sturdy.” You said, making him swallow hard.

“We gotta go right now.” Hedeclared, taking your hand and pulling you in the direction of the car.

“You’re the one who asked!” You laughed.

He didn’t give you any time to tease him more onceyou got in the car, kissing you long and hard before speedinghome, eager to spend the rest of his Sunday in bed with you. 

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Heart Strings (Kamilah X MC)

A/N: Hey! So I’m finally finished with another’s Kamilah fic! I love her so much and after the angst in the last one, I felt like she deserved something fluffy. This fic was really fun to write and I recieved this as a suggestion from an anon so thank you, Nonny! I hope this is what you wanted. Also, I’m using the tag list from my last Kamilah fanfic and adding anyone who asked to be tagged on it. Hope you enjoy the fic! 💜

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As the alarm of the elevator idly goes off, letting everyone know that they’d arrived at another floor, Kamilah straightens out the collar of her rose coloured blazer and the elevator doors slide open, revealing a whole other level of the building she works at. Exhaling softly, she starts down the hallway, avoiding any idle glances of the colleagues that pass her by. She’s moving at a faster speed than usual. 

There’s only one person she really wants to see. Elena Harlow. 

Kamilah feels like her existence has been going surprisingly well recently and that may only be because of the glowing firefly that is Elena. She’s no longer human which is fucking amazing. Now Kamilah has eternity with the woman she loves and she couldn’t be happier. Kamilah has always been so closed off and guarded, constantly feeling the need to keep her walls but all it took was one glance for all her morals to change and Elena made Kamilah a better person because of that.

She’s delighted that Elena came into her life and she never plans to take the woman for granted. Never in a million years. Forever, Kamilah will choose to stand by Elena and cherish every moment of eternity that they’re given. 

As Kamilah starts to get lost in her thoughts, she barely avoids an exhausted co worker who’s back is hunched and he wanders carefully down the hall. Their shoulders collide but Kamilah quickly recovers, sensing the middle finger shot at her as she hurries further into the building. All she can do is laugh and shake it off. 

Finally, after all that, Kamilah reaches the office. Elena’s office to be precise. She’s been waiting for this moment all damn day and now she finally gets to encounter the love of her life. Unusually, the door is slightly ajar and there are muffled voices scattered on the other side. Curiosity floods through Kamilah‘s dark eyes and she does her best to not let the cold, crimson colour shine through. 

Too intrigued to walk away, Kamilah adjusts her ears and uses her enhanced hearing to listen in on the conversation, while also trying to look idle in the hallway as employees wander past - only granting her an empty glance. 

As the echoey voices start to become clearer, Kamilah immediately catches on to the fact that one of them belongs to Elena. That sweet, melodic sound is enough to convince her that it’s the woman she adores talking. However, the other voice isn’t as clear. 

“So... I’ll get those papers for you by Friday.” Elena states in the sweetest and most kind-hearted tone, the complete opposite to Kamilah but for some reason, she finds that endearing. Intently, Kamilah continues to listen it, narrowing her dark eyes when she hears the other voice. 

“Of course. And thank you for your help.” 

Kamilah is unable to recognise the other voice at first but she’s completely aware that it’s another employee of hers and it definitely belongs to a man, which isn’t reassuring at all. She rolls her eyes and folds her arms in a solemn manor, leaning against the wall as she remains ready to eavesdrop on their idle conversation.

“No problem. It’s my job to help everyone.” Elena returns and Kamilah can sense that there’s a huge smile on her face when she says that, as pleasant and welcoming as ever. 

“Still, thank you. I don’t know what I would’ve done if you weren’t there for me today.” 

That’s when Kamilah starts feeling suspicious, an unusual feeling rising within her. A nausea of sorts and she does not care for it at all. 

“Oh?” Elena reacts rather startled and that’s when Kamilah starts to peer within the ajar door, catching sight of Elena but only managing to see the back of the man talking opposite her. They’re closer than Kamilah would like and that sickening feeling in her stomach only increases the more she dares to stare at them. 

“Yeah... I felt like I needed you today.” 

Kamilah can see a slight hesitance in Elena’s lime eyes, something so obvious yet so hidden with the innocence that she carries with her always. Meanwhile, Kamilah feels a sudden resentment to the man standing across from her. Despite not seeing his face, it’s clear what his intentions with Elena are and Kamilah doesn’t care for that at all. 

Elena hangs her head for a moment, brushing strands of her light brown hair away from her face and releasing a soft sigh. She’s clearly uncomfortable in this situation but she’s just too kind to abruptly walk away all of a sudden. 

“What are you saying?” Elena dares to ask, reluctantly glancing back up at her co-worker. 

That’s when things start to take a turn and really affect Kamilah the way they probably shouldn’t. Such a simple action changes everything. Something that can be classed as friendly and perhaps reassuring but with Kamilah’s current irrational train of thought immediately leads her to thinking the worst. Ever so slowly, with absolutely zero caution, the man moves his hand and places it on Elena’s shoulder... stroking it ever so lightly with his fingertips. 

Even though Kamilah can’t see his face, she knows with all her heart that there’s a flirtatious look in his eyes. Something he probably isn’t even trying to hide. It’s just there and it’s up to Elena to choose whether she notices it or not. Whether she remembers that Kamilah is in her life. Does she even recognise what the bastard is doing?

The man leans in closer until his lips are barely at a safe distance to Elena’s and that causes Kamilah’s stolen blood to boil. The nausea in her stomach only increases as seconds pass by and she can feel a growl desperate to escape her, as she tries to control her eyes from threatening to transition to crimson. That colour is a symbol of hunger and an urge to kill. It’s deadly and no amount of jealousy will make it better. 

“Guess I’m saying that I care about you, Elena. In a way I probably shouldn’t.” The man whispers in an extremely off-putting tone that causes Elena to stiffen slightly. 

This is where Kamilah should step in right? Ugh. Then why is it so damn hard? His intentions are clear and they’re to interfere with a taken woman’s life so Kamilah shouldn’t be afraid to step up. She isn’t afraid but maybe she just can’t bring herself to stop listening. 

Elena instantly backs away, staggering back into the desk and not giving her a clear path out of this situation. This only gives the man a chance to get closer. “...I really don’t know what to say.” Elena admits, folding her arms as a way to protect herself from receiving his touch.

“You don’t gotta say anything. Just nod and agree to go out with me sometime.” The man offers, pausing when he finally notices the hesitance in Elena’s expression. “Don’t give me that look, El. I know you feel it too. We got something. We’ve been flirting back and forth for weeks now.” 

“No. You’ve been flirting but I had no idea you felt this way.” 

“Well, maybe now I can finally make it clear to you by...” 

Oh that’s fucking it! Before anything can escalate, Kamilah storms in as collectively as she can, her natural strut expressed like it always is. She throws her head to her back and makes sure there’s a deafening creak when she swings the door open, and it’s definitely enough to distract the two of them. 

Elena immediately releases a sigh of relief when she catches the familiar sight of Kamilah, looking as glorious as ever. Thankfully, it’s enough to make the co-worker back away from Elena, panicked by the sight of someone of higher class than him, who basically controls this company. He looks completely baffled and Kamilah struggles to suppress a laugh when she finally realises who it is. 

Wow. Guy who is always trying to get dates. It’s unusual enough that his name is actually Guy. Seriously... it’s Guy.

Capturing both of her employee’s attention, Kamilah maintains her solemn demeanour and throws her hands on her hips in a sophisticated manor, fixating her suspicious gaze solely on Guy, narrowing them rather viciously, as an attempt to intimidate him. It seems as though her general presence is doing that job perfectly. 

“Guy... Slutworth, is it?”

Guy hangs his head slightly, his gaze moving to the floor. “Actually... it’s Guy Sutworth, ma’am.” His voice appears with plenty of stutters, enough to make him obviously nervous.

Kamilah smirks devilishly, shooting Elena a quick wink while Guy’s attention is focused on the floor. Kamilah, being the boss, takes a harsh step towards an awkward Guy, the click of her heel echoing throughout the office. 

“Look at me, Slutworth.” Kamilah orders in a strict tone and Sutworth obeys immediately, acting as if he’ll be killed if he doesn’t do as she insists. Maybe that’s a real possibility. Seeing the sweat dripping down his forehead, Kamilah tilts her head and her smirk widens at the nervous sight of him. “May I ask why you’re not delivering those documents to Miss Oliver’s office like I asked you too?” 

“...W-What documents, Miss Sayeed?” 

Kamilah arches her eyebrows, clearly challenging the employee. “The ones that Miss Oliver has been requesting since Monday and she still hasn’t received them. I asked you specifically to deliver them within a few hours. Well, it’s been three days, Slutworth, and Miss Oliver still hasn’t gotten them.” Kamilah’s vicious tone rises with more and more anger as each word is spoken with complete ease, while Guy’s state of mind becomes more damaged with each glare he receives for his mistake. 

“I’m so sorry, Kamilah.” Guy really has the audacity to refer to his superior by her first name. What an asshole. What disrespect.

“That’s Miss Sayeed to you, kid.” Kamilah states in one of her coldest tones, staring down at Guy like he’s a mere dwarf. Meanwhile, Elena just watches over the situation, confusion and bewilderment invading her state of mind.

“I honestly forgot about the documents. I didn’t think that was a job.” Guy tries to defend himself but fails miserably.

“Well, honesty isn’t good enough, Slutworth. Delivering those documents is apart of your job and you didn’t do your job.” Kamilah’s strokes her jaw thoughtfully, a deceitful glint in her dark eyes. “Perhaps a cut needs to be made in your salary.” 

Guy’s eyes widen like that of a frightened child seeing a monster in their closet. Maybe he just had. “No! Please, Kamil- I mean Miss Sayeed. I’ll go deliver those documents right now.”

Kamilah leans in until her hot breath is looming over Guy’s face, his eyes watering from the frost in her voice and it lingers on her breath. For a second, her eyes flash a crimson red and it only adds more fear to the fire. “I suggest you do, Slutworth... instead of attempting futile flirtation with a woman you could never have anyway.” 

Guy furrows his brows, wondering why Kamilah mentioned that so suddenly. “What makes you say that?” 

“Oh... you really wanna know?” Kamilah challenges him once more, giving him a chance to escape but he stays put - too curious to leave this all behind now. Guy nods eagerly and Kamilah smirks mischievously, shoving him to the side by his shoulder and sauntering up to Elena. 

Before Elena can take in Kamilah’s presence or even process what’s going on, Kamilah yanks her by the wrist and welcomes her in for a long, passionate kiss, so much heat being dragged in as the first few seconds pass - all of it igniting from the furious fire that had been building in Kamilah’s heart, especially after watching that entire situation. Seeing someone else flirt with the one she promised herself to. Hell no was she gonna let this bastard get away with  such a careless act. All he can do right now is watch and learn. Kamilah can sense Guy’s eyes widening with a shock as the kisses are flooded with more desire and hunger the longer they go on. 

Kamilah is definitely enjoying this though. This is just sweet, satisfying revenge to her. Would it count as delicious karma?

After what seems like forever, Kamilah pulls away, her hands lingering on Elena’s hips and she admires how dazed she is after such a heated moment. Kamilah barely tilts her head at Guy, pleased to see such surprise and regret in his exterior.

“Go deliver those documents now, Slutworth before I feed you to the wolves.” Kamilah wasn’t even joking when she said that. She could really feed him to the wolves. Depends what kind though. 

Guy trembles with fear and rushes out, without another word. With that, Kamilah releases a satisfied giggle before flicking her gaze back to Elena, who is eyeing her with raised eyebrows and there’s a skeptical expression planted on her.

“You have to admit that was pretty fun?” Kamilah points out, leaning in to give Elena a soft kiss on the lips but she avoids it with a sly smirk. “What?”

“...You’re jealous, aren’t you?” Elena assumes, biting down on her lower lip and unable to hold back a proud smile that she actually found a way to make Kamilah jealous.

“What? No. Just needed someone new to torture. I was bored.” Kamilah assures, twisting Elena in her arms so she’s pressed up against the desk in the office.

Elena lets out a low giggle, knowing Kamilah is just acting up now. “Nah. You’re lying. You were totally jealous.” 

“Why would I be jealous? I have you.” 

“Exactly. You’re jealous because you get pissed off when people flirt with me.” 

Kamilah scoffs in annoyance. “That is a load of nonsense.” She claims.

“Come on, just admit it. You’re jealous.” Elena urges and Kamilah just shakes her head.

Suddenly, Elena yelps with surprise when Kamilah plants her on the desk in one swift motion, faster than any human ever could. With undeniable passion, Kamilah reconnects their lips and a fury of desire runs through them both, abruptly making them completely in need of each other.

“How about we show Guy what love is supposed to look like?” Kamilah suggests, tugging at Elena’s lower lip with desire and whispering in between kisses huskily.

Elena pulls away briefly, consumed with laughter again. “Come on. Now you’re just making it obvious.” 

“Goddamnit. Just shut up.” Kamilah urges before bringing their lips together once more, ready to show Guy and everybody who Elena really belongs too.

[grandthorkiday]

Mob AU “Playthings” Part 21

[Link to mob!au anon’s “Playthings" fic tag]

[Start at Part 1]*

(*Note: Link is editable for other parts, just change the number. For mobile users, tag is “playthings part1”)

“I still don’t understand,” Tony says through a bite of salad. They finally decided to bring food to these meetings. “I don’t get why Gast has six different…,” he snaps his fingers searching for an appropriate word choice.

“Department heads,” Val suggests over her cheeseburger.

Thor made an excited noise, unable to speak through his own food. When he finally swallowed, shaking his head, he said, “Think of them as levels.” He scrambled to his backpack and pulled out a large pad of paper and a pen. He flipped through the pages and found a blank one and began to make a large pyramid with six layers. “Think of it like a feudal society. You got your serfs and basic townsfolk,” he used the pen to point to the bottom two levels. “They have a representative but Gast never knows their day to day. He knows how much money he made and spent on them. Your next two are your knights and vessal lords. Minor players but now he knows more. They get privileges may know actually see the Grandmaster from time to time. But they still have their reps. Top two are basically your nobility and they represent themselves. There’s really Game of Thrones style of backstabbing going on, but Gast loves it. He sometimes incites disagreements just to start a feud.”

“That sounds chaotic and dangerous.”

“That’s why he has the penthouse crews. Peacekeepers and enforcers.”

“Crews? There’s more than one?” Bruce asked.

“He’s got more than one penthouse. But they all answer to Mario.” He wiped his chin. “Technically speaking, I’m part of one of the penthouse crews.”

They all stared at him, unsure how to proceed with the next question. Questions about his brother since the incident with Odin were usually met aggressive if evasive responses or the interview being shut down completely. Finally, Natasha asked, “Is Loki as well?”

Thor didn’t blink at the question, thankfully. “Yes and no. Loki’s really good at gathering intel and he can act if pressed, so Grandmaster likes to use him more for political purposes. You gotta be strong to be part of a crew, though.”

“Were you forced?”

“It’s not like I could really say no.” Thor laughed as though it was obvious.

“Thor,” Val nervously looked around at the others at the table, “you do know that when uhm Loki spoke to us, he told us you killed someone. A cop.”

Again the blonde didn’t seem surprised. “Okay.”

“You can be charged.”

“Are you going to charge me?”

Tony blew out a sigh. “Not up to me.”

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“Is that the only person you’ve…dealt with for Gast?” Natasha tried to be delicate with the question.

Thor said nothing, looking away from all of them. “What happens if you charge me?”

“Well, you’d be arrested for one. We could leverage a deal with you to testify against Gast-”

He shook his head. “Not gonna happen.”

“You’re going this far! Why not go all the way?!”

Thor again shook his head. “I can’t do that to Loki.”

“I know he’s your younger brother, and we want to protect him too, but you can’t do that if you-”

“He’s more than my younger brother now,” Thor gave their general direction a cocky if apologetic smile.

“Thor,” Val reached out to his hand. She was pleased when it was yanked away. “What that bastard forces you guys to do, that can-”

“He only forced us one time. All the other times, without him present, have been us consenting to one another.”

The ADAs and detectives stared at him in confusion and unease. “We know about Loki’s support groups, from when he was younger. We know he had a uhm crush on you.” Bruce explained.

“He wasn’t the only one. But mine was more a lust. When Grandmaster forced us that first time, he showed Loki my internet history too. I tried to tell you, that one time you brought my Dad. I had all these porn sites, fuck it was disgusting. About brothers. And I would follow any person who looked just a bit like Loki. I’d had that crush since I was sixteen. Once I turned eighteen, I tried desperately to get rid of it, grow out of it. Loki was younger than me and he was actually doing a better job in that department! Those support groups…if I had known….well, Grandmaster would have just found those too.”

Val didn’t retract her hand nor did she recoil at his words, though she could see Natasha doing that in the seat across from her. Tony seemed nonplussed, though he had a look of sympathy. Bruce seemed about ready to punch something, but she knew it wasn’t directed at Thor. Most likely it was directed at Gast or even Odin.

“Y'know, when I imagined sleeping with Loki for the first time, I thought it something special. I thought it would be while we’re on vacation or when the apartment we rented was empty of roommates. I didn’t imagine….I couldn’t relax enough to do it. And Gast kept saying these awful things. Loki pleaded for something to help me. I think he hoped for weed or something. But we got that. Loki had done it before, I hadn’t. Fuck, it was so fucking weird…”

“You said Loki was blue,” Tony said, almost to himself.

“He looked like a fae creature when I was high. Blue skin, red eyes. I thought he was so beautiful. But I was so fucking high I didn’t prepare him completely….he bled. Just a little but still. Gast loved it. Loki kept saying he was fine but I never wanted to hurt him again. I never touched the stuff after that. But after the first time, we were free to do whatever we wanted with one another. We both knew now. And it’s nice, to be touched by someone who….actually loves you.”

“I can understand that,” she said, hoping she could convey how much she felt for him. “But you have to realize, this relationship you two have, it isn’t healthy.”

Thor stared at her hand and didn’t reply.

“You guys have been abused for ten years, I can understand wanting to feel loved. To be with someone who understands what you have been through, completely. And I’m sure you two love one another, but you both deserve to have a normal healthy relationship.”

“I love him so much.” Thor said quietly. “He’s my everything. I call him my moonlight y'know, because even when I don’t see him shine, I know’s he’s there. And he calls me his sun…”

“That’s very sweet. But after this…all this…don’t you want him to move on? And you too? Imagine it, three years from now, Gast is rotting in a cell and you two with partners who can help you heal from this.”

Thor’s eyes were watering as he smiled. “We’ll still be together. We promised. We promised one another. Until death do us part and even after that.”

“Come one, kid,” Tony said. “It isn’t like you married him!”

Thor laughed, tears rolling down his face.

~2013~

“Same last name! That makes things easy! Very unusual with a name like that,” the county clerk giggled conversationally as she typed on in their information.

“It’s very common from where are families are originally from,” Loki explained, leaning his lead on Thor’s shoulder. He was smiling broadly, the first time in a long time. A genuine smile that made him look so beautiful. But then again, to Thor he was always beautiful.

“How long is this going to take?” He asked, trying not to sound too much like they were in a hurry. When the clerk stared at him in confusion he replied, “We already booked our honeymoon.”

“Oh!” She winked. “I’m almost done. Where are you going to go?”

“Paris!” It wasn’t a lie. Gast had business in Paris in two weeks and they were going to go with him.

“Smart thing you guys are saving a fortune by doing everything here and not having a huge to do! Some couples blew their entire savings once the law passed.”

Thor didn’t respond. He nervously fidgeted, hoping that their ‘babysitters’ were still circling the block wondering which building they had gone into. He wasn’t sure how Gast would react to what they were doing, but he wouldn’t put it past him to be angry. Or punish them. But he didn’t care.

“Alright, now you sign here and you sign here,” the clerk announced passing them a pen. “And just like that, it is my honor to pronounce you two married! You may now kiss the groom!”

Loki had barely finished signing before Thor gathered him and kissed him deeply. The county clerk’s office clapped and cheered! There was one old man who booed, but he was shushed.

“Have fun in Paris!” the woman called as they left. He thanked her, but his eyes were only for his husband.

“Oh my god!” The brunette said as they walked outside. “Is this a dream? Am I dreaming this?”

“No. We’re…married.” He felt so happy and yet so terrified. “Do you want to wear your ring?”

“Yes! Can I wear it on my left hand?” He had given Loki his ring nine months ago, but had only let him wear it on occasionally or in the evenings alone in their room and only ever on his right hand. The Grandmaster got jealous and any time the ring was worn two or three days consecutively, he began to ask questions, making wild accusations about anyone and everyone in the penthouse crew. While the older brother was more than happy to watch the mobster decimate his entire crew over petty percieved ‘rivals’, he was didn’t want Loki endangered in the process.

He took out a small tin container that once contained mints from his pocket. It now carried about forty dollars and two small gold and silver bands he had stolen from one of Gast’s hotel jewelry stores. He placed the smallest and most intricate on Loki’s finger and kissed his new husband’s forehead. “You hungry, babe?”

Loki wiped his eye as he placed the other ring on Thor’s finger. “Yeah, please honey.”

There was a small cafe a few blocks away. They were out of New York City and in a small rural county of the state. They had pleaded, begged, and bartered for this time away from the city. Gast, a devoted urbanite, had agreed on the condition they bring several 'escorts’ and return within the week. Thor was already ready to agree to go back after they had accomplished what they came to do, but he didn’t want to tell that to Loki just yet. He didn’t want to dampen the mood.

Once in the small restaurant, Thor ordered them both a glass of wine, as well as a sandwich and a piece of cake to share. He only had the forty left after all, discounting the credit card he had taken from one of the thugs when they weren’t looking. He had used it a few times for small things like more pencils and movies, but he knew it was going to be shut off soon. He didn’t want it to be now. Loki didn’t seem to care. He looked like the sandwich was the best thing he had eaten in his whole life. And when the cake came, he playfully made a comment about 'their wedding cake’. Thor beamed ear to ear.

It was round the time they were asking for a round of waters before they left that Mario and his crew found them.

“You two have a lot of fucking nerve losing us like that!” He growled as he leaned over their table. “What you two do with the two hours? You fucking squeal, you brats?!”

“We went looking at shops,” Thor said simply, sipping his drink safe in the knowledge that they were in public and the older man couldn’t do anything to them in public.

“You went looking at shops?” Mario looked at him skeptically.

“Our Mom used to go to small niche towns like this and spend hours going through shops.” Loki explained, looking very authoritative in that moment. “We missed that. And we didn’t want you breaking something or causing a scene, like you are now.”

The thug glanced over his shoulder at the patrons staring at him. Unlike New York and the establishments Mario usually frequented, these people would not look away or hesitate to call the police. He turned back and glared at them, but said nothing.

“If you feel uncomfortable with what happened,” Thor couldn’t help but enjoy sounding like he had more power in this situation, “Loki and I will agree to leave this evening back to New York.”

Mario looked shocked at that. “You…. you serious?”

“And we won’t even mention you lost us,” Loki smiled mischievously at him.

He could tell the thug was having a hard time believing it. “Give me your cell.”

“What?”

“Give me your cell. You won’t believe us unless I do this.”

Nervously, the older man fished his cell from his pocket and passed it Thor. The waitress skirted by him and dropped off the two younger men’s waters before retreating, staring all the while as she did.

Thor thumbed through the contacts of the cell phone, making a passing comment about using more security on the device. He reached out to Loki’s hand, who gently squeezed his showing his support and understanding. He found the number and clicked 'call’.

There was a out three long rings, Thor smiling like an idiot all the while. Finally, on the fourth one, the familiar voice answered, “Yes?”

“Hi Daddy,” he said brightly and sweetly into the phone. Loki looked ready to burst out into laughter or tears of satisfaction and Mario looked just dumbfounded and rooted in place.

Gast’s voice immediately switched from business to his playful purr, “Hey Sparkles! What are you doing calling me, I thought you wanted a vacation?”

“I’m bored,” he whined, dramatically pouting for effect. The brunette mimicked him as he nodded to other man. “And so is Loki.”

“Thought you wanted to go to enjoy some peace and quiet?”

“We did. Now we’re bored. Is it okay if we come home tonight?”

“Of course, sweetheart! Of course! You come home tonight and we’ll go to a nice late dinner, have a few drinks, and then I’m going to have you two on your backs and begging for my cock. How does that sound?”

“Wonderful, Daddy!”

“Pass me to Mario please.”

Thor did just that grinning ear to ear after that. While Mario nervously prepared their journey home, recounting their time in the small town sans the two hours they had gone missing, the couple ordered another piece of cake and glass of wine. Today, they had beaten the odds and survived.

[stealth-spiderr]

roommaid // t.h. & h.o.

roommate!au

This was requested by an anon about a week and half ago!!! i hope i did it justice lmao i really loved the idea!! ((return and let me know if you ever read it anon))

summary // you move in with tom and haz but misunderstand when they mention you’d have to cook and clean a lot considering they’re away quite often and bois gotta make it up to you

pairing // platonic!tom holland x fem!reader x platonic!harrison osterfield

warnings // some swears?? thats prolly it??

word count // 1,631

You knocked on the door of your soon-to-be new place, letting out a deep breath to calm your nerves. You’d been emailing with the two guys that already lived there for the past week, but this was your first time meeting them in person and you wanted to make a good impression. They’d already told you some the expectations they had for their new roommate and you wanted to look like you met all of them just by looking at you because you were frickin desperate for this. You’d been hunting around for months for a place within your budget and where you didn’t feel uncomfortable with the other people living there. Tom and Harrison’s place seemed to be the best option you’d come across so you weren’t about to let it slip away.

The door opened and you were met with a pair of striking blue eyes, you immediately smile as both of you say hello at the same time.

“(Y/N), nice to finally meet you in person. I’m Harrison,” he introduces, holding out his hand.

You shake it firmly, “Likewise.”

“Yeah, come on in. Tom’s in the lounge room, just on the right. Do you want a drink or anything?”

“Uh, please, just water, if that’s okay.”

“Sweet, I’ll grab it and meet you in a sec.”

You nod and wander into the house, taking in the scattered pieces of spider-man merchandise. A bark draws your attention to the couch, where a man with brown curls holds a blue staffy on his lap.

“Hey!” he calls with a smile, trying to wave without releasing the dog.

Tom Holland, you realise, now the spider-man stuff makes sense.

“Hey,” you reply, “you don’t have to hold onto her, I love dogs.”

“Her name is Tessa, but we usually just call her Tess.”

You nod as Tess comes bounding over to you, you bob down and she jumps at you, trying to lick your face. You lose your balance and fall onto your bum but you continue rubbing your hands over Tess’ body and she rolls onto her back so you can scratch her belly.

“Well, she definitely likes you,” Tom laughs, coming over and sitting beside you. “I’m Tom, by the way.”

“Yeah I guessed that, considering Harrison answered the door. Also I’ve seen some of your movies, you’re really talented.”

“Thank you, I try, ya know,” he says with a laugh.

Harrison comes back with a drink for everyone and the three of you move to the couch and the guys talk you through everything they hadn’t already mentioned in emails and answering any questions you had.

“Oh, one last thing,” Tom says quickly, interrupting Haz, “obviously we’re not gonna be here a lot so would you be fine with cleaning and whatnot by yourself?”

“Yeah of course, doesn’t bother me at all!”

“Great!” Haz grins, “So we still need to get another key cut, but you can start bringing your stuff in whenever you’re ready.”

So time goes by and you’d become quite good friends with Tom and Haz, when the weren’t gone for weeks or months at a time. But when they were gone, you actually came to enjoy cleaning the whole house. It made it easier not having to clean around the two of them as well, and gave you the opportunity to clean their bathrooms. You’d always play your favourite music throughout the house, imagining you were in a cleaning montage in a movie. This habit carried on even when Tom and Haz were home, except you’d have headphones on and use much less dramatic dance moves. Sometimes they’d pretend to help you, but they’d just be dancing with you and nothing would end up getting done at all.

You excitedly skip up to the front door, arms full of shopping bags that were filled with everything you needed to make cookies as well as some other groceries you need. Tom was home from doing press for Infinity War and Haz had gone back to his family for a couple of days to catch up a little. You kick the door rather than opening it because your hands are full, but it barely takes a second for it to swing open revealing a grinning Haz, who takes most of the bags from you. The pair of you walk to the kitchen and chuck everything down on the bench and you start unpacking everything.

“Ah, there’s my favourite girl,” Tom’s voice calls.

You smile a little, but assume he’s talking to Tess because he calls her that often, so you’re surprised when his strong arms wrap around your waist and pull you from the floor. You squeal and tell him to put you down, which he does, and you turn and give him a proper hug.

“How was it?” you ask, continuing to put things away.

“Yeah really good, how were things here?” he replies.

“Fine, yeah. You should look around because this is the cleanest the house is gonna be for a while now that you’re home.”

He playfully bumps you,

“You don’t need to clean the whole house you know, Haz says, “Tom and I can do it, especially our own bathrooms.”

“What are you talking about, isn’t that the main reason you wanted me to move in? Keep the place clean and shit.”

The two guys look at you with wide eyes before they start sputtering at the same time.

“Uh, no, definitely not, oh my god. You thought you were here to clean?”

“God no, we wanted someone here while we were away. Wow, I’m an idiot.”

You couldn’t entirely place who was saying what, but you were so embarrassed that you’d misunderstood their intentions of you. Tom and Harrison were mortified realising they’d accidentally come across like they wanted you as essentially a live-in maid.

“I am- I’m just gonna, um, leave and possibly never return, bye,” you stutter and hurry out the door again.

You wander around for a while, trying to ignore the fact you’ve been such an idiot to think they just wanted you around to cook and clean. The sun’s setting when you finally decide to head home, you didn’t want to be out in the dark so you walked as quick as you could.

When you stepped inside you could just smell burning. You jogged into the kitchen to find Haz and Tom frowning at a tray covered in charred… something.

“What the fuck was that supposed to be?” you ask.

They both look up at you and relief fills their eyes.

“We are so sorry we made you think you needed to be cooking for us all the time and cleaning everything,” Haz apologises. “That definitely isn’t what we wanted, we wanted a roommate and we couldn’t have found a better one, you’re the bestest friend we have. We’re the holy trinity.”

“For one, ‘bestest’ is not a word,” you begin. “Two, I thought the holy trinity was you two and Jacob, and three apology accepted. I’m and idiot for thinking that’s what you wanted to start with.”

“We’ll be the three musketeers then?” Tom suggests.

“Done deal,” you agree, “now tell me what you were trying to make, unless you were actually aiming for charcoal.”

“Chocolate chip cookies,” they mumble at the same time.

“Cookies? I think they were cookies, like, an hour before you took them out of the fucking oven. What happened?”

“Went out to play with Tess while they cooked, and kinda forgot about them,” Tom answered.

You roll your eyes and smile, “Of course you did. Why don’t we start again and I can-”

“NO! We wanna make it up to you for doing everything for us,” Haz whines.

“Guys, I love you but I’m not gonna sit here at let you waste another batch of cookie dough.”

“How about you supervise then? Make sure we’re doing everything right?” Tom asks.

“Honestly, if we hadn’t forgot about them before I’m sure they’d be fine so maybe just make sure we set a timer?” Haz adds.

“That I can do,” you agree, “and I wanna lick the spoon.”

So Harrison was right, they managed to mix all the ingredients together and put globs of it on the tray reasonably well, without additional help from you. You made sure all three of you set alarms for when the cookies would be done, before ducking off to have a quick shower.

Tom insisted on having a movie night, and letting you pick the movies so there you were, sandwiched between your two favourite guys, Tess on your lap and plenty of snacks around you. You’d chosen In The Heart of The Sea to start with, Tom whining that he didn’t want see his ‘ugly mug’ on the TV, but you insisted.

“Oh, Tom,” you gasp suddenly, half way through the film, “I just realised what’s different about you from this movie.”

“What?” he questions, as you pick up one of the cookies.

“You’re missing a little something right here.”

You pry a chocolate chip from the cookie and press it onto his chin, sending you and Harrison into a fit of laughter, Tom scoffs and tries to hold back laughter as he picks the chocolate off his face.

“Fuck off,” he mumbles, a smile finally twitching on his lips.

“Fine,” You sigh and lean more onto Haz who throws his arm over your shoulder.

Tom however just slides over a little more, eliminating more of your basically nonexistent space. All three of you also have a hand gently stroking Tessa, who’s sound asleep, and none of you move for the rest of the night. Falling asleep in the awfully uncomfortable positions you’ve found yourselves in, no doubt giving you weird aches in the morning.

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[emotionallywreckd]

Alright, Spider-Boy

requested by anon

request: could you write some peter parker? Thank you!!

i don’t know if anon wanted fluff or angst so i kinda of just did a little bit of both, anyways hope you enjoy!

summary: peter parker goes around the city and the sound of police sirens doesn’t bother him but the sound of sniffling.

warning: anxiety, bullying, and depression

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It was another night for Peter. He swang to different buildings late at night with his web. He fought in crimes saving civilians. Though some crimes were little, he was happy enough to be a part of something. Being able to crawl buildings and save people wasn’t a regular job a teen can do, but Peter can. 

The night was falling and Peter was about to head home, as he swang by an apartment building he can hear soft sniffles. 

He took a step closer to the sound and spotted a young woman. She sat outside her apartment on the stairs for emergencies. Feet dangling, earbuds in her ears, her eyes twinkled with tears but she was looking out into the distance. 

She was deep in her thoughts. 

Peter could see she was in pain, but of what? Peter’s senses in hearing were so heightened that he could her soft humming to the song she was listening to. 

“It’s rude to spy on people Peter,” Karen spoke into Peters' ears. 

“I’m not spying on anyone, I’m simply just investigating.” Peter sassed back towards Karen. 

“It seems that she is angry and sad. Her breathing levels indicate that she is anxious.” Karen stated. 

Peter slowly went closer towards the young woman only to be surprised by her sudden voice. “Who’s there?” She asked. “Spider-Boy?”

Peter shot his hands up, “It’s just me! I swear I’m not a killer. Just your friendly neighborhood Spider- Wait Spider-Boy? It’s Spider-Man.” 

“Wait you heard me?” Peter asked, surprised by her sudden sense that she wasn’t alone. 

The young woman eyed the young hero, frowning with what she’s seeing. “Why are you here? There’s no crime here.” She stated, looking around her area. 

“N-no there’s no crime, but I could hear you.” He explained. “Are you okay?” Worry in his voice. 

The young woman scoffed. “Since when does Spider-Boy go around neighborhoods playing as their psychiatrist? She asked, obviously questioning him for out of all the people, he happened to stop by her apartment. 

“Stopping robbers can get tiring, I needed a change of pace,” Peter replied nervously. 

The young woman gave off such an intimidating aura yet she seemed scared and misunderstood. Peter could sense her breathing being unbalanced. Her eyes obviously shaking. “I’m tired.” She whispered. 

“What?” He questioned. 

“You asked if I was okay and I said I was tired.” She muttered looking down at her feet. 

“Why are you tired? If you don’t mind me asking.” Peter asked as he sat down on one of the steps of the stairs. 

“It’s not that I’m tired because I’m not getting enough sleep. I’m just tired of the people, tired of living. You ever just see other people enjoying their life, seeing them so happy filled with so much love, parents hugging them, friends actually being good friends. Yet you stare at them and you stare at yourself in the mirror and you see someone broken. And you’re just tired of looking, tired of trying and your mind just keeps on saying stop trying. I’m sorry, I’m rambling to a superhero who I don’t even know.” She rambled on, apologizing for her words.

Yet Peter smiled inside his mask. “It’s okay,” He whispered. “I know how you feel, truly.” 

The young woman smirked, “Really? A superhero like you know what being tired feels like? I thought you’d be extravagant, I mean you have a fanbase on Tumblr and people loving your acts. How can you be tired?” She argued, looking at his mask. Questioning him. 

Peter softly chuckled, “Believe it or not being Spider-Man isn’t as extravagant as it seems. You get that weight on your shoulders that you’re supposed to save everyone. You have to stop all crimes and everyone is supposed to come out alive. But sometimes, you can’t save everyone, you can’t stop all crimes. And I blame myself for those. But you gotta remember, underneath this mask is a human.” He spoke softly, looking at her. 

Her eyes agreeing with his words. “I suppose we can for another session? I’m sorry it’s getting really late.” She chimed in. 

Peter quickly nodded, “Right sorry. Thanks for listening.” 

The young woman shook her head. “No, thank you.” She smiled. 

“(Y/N).” She added. “That’s my name. I figured we were getting deep into our lives that you should at least know my name. It’s not like you’re going to murder me right?” She joked. 

Peter chuckled, “No, no. I wouldn’t. I’ll swing again.” He assured. 

“Alright, Spider-Boy.” She smiled as she entered her window. “Swing by soon.” 

Peter laughed as he shoots a web towards the building close by. “It’s Spider-Man!” 

-

oh my god, that was so soft and i just. Why do I feel like a series with this? Anyways i hope you enjoyed. Thank you for the requests! I’ll try and finish them soon. 

i love you all thanks for the support. 

muaah! x

tagged lists: @lilulo-12 @slutforbuckybarnes 

[franeridart]

Hi! Idk if you read fanfic, but would you happen to have any kiribaku fic recs? Or any bnha fic rec?

I’m pretty sure there’s stuff tagged as fic recs on this blog, yes! Nothing particularly new tho, I haven’t had the time to put down a new rec-list in a while ;-;

Anon said:How long does it take you to finish a drawing with and without color?

That honestly depends on a lot of factors - which tools I’m using, how many characters there are in the drawing/if it’s full body or not, how used to drawing the character I am, how big is the canvas, if I already have a clear idea of what I mean to draw or not, how precise I want to be with lines and stuff. 

That Yuuto sketch I posted yesterday took me about 40 minutes I think, and over half of it was spent trying to figure out how I was supposed to draw him since it was the first time I drew him - the tools I used are the ones I use when I want to be fast and don’t care about being sloppy. A small random Kirishima bust properly lined and colored could take me five minutes to sketch and line and as many to color on a good day, cause I’ve drawn him so many times by now I don’t even have to think to draw him. Deku, on the other hand, can take me an hour even just to sketch, I can’t seem to grasp how I’m supposed to draw him at all.

Sorry, it really depends on a lot of things, I can’t give a proper answer to this :(

Anon said:Ive been tryin to find ur art of sero carrying baku for like 20 minutes n i cant find it :(

Are you talking about this one? Or this one? There’s also this one I guess...? And maybe this one lol 

Anon said:yoooo, hey man, that cat kiribaku thing ya got going on is some 👌👌👌👌👌

HECK THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!

Anon said:Has anyone ever considered Hadmie. Hadou x Camie before?? It just seems like it'd be a cute ship to sail with, tbh. That just might be me tho.

I dunno if anyone has before you, but I can’t say I have, sorry! If I gotta ship Nejire with someone after all it’s gonna be Yuyu haha

Anon said:Hey do you do commissions? I really love your art and I'd love to get a commission from you!! (and also I just wanna know if there's yet another thing that I have to save up for XD)

Not right now, sorry! Maybe after I’m done with the zine things!!

Anon said:*runs around like an excited puppy* DAVEDAVEDAVEDAVEDAVEDAVEDAVE!!!!!!! :D

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D

Anon said:AHHH i love your ocs so much also Nico looks so cute and i love learning new things about them

AAAHHHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH OH MY G O D!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anon said:KIRI + PINEAPPLE PONYTAIL = THE BEST THING EVER

I’M GLAD WE AGREE ON THAT

Anon said:your oc's literally kill me!! i already love nico, and i think i speak for everyone when i say that we definitely want more of him and luca!! i don't know if it's just me, but I love when the angry, swearing types fall for someone.

SOB thank you so so much for the kind words about my kids ;^;

Anon said:OH MY GOD LUCA IS BACK!!!! YESSSSSSSS FUCKING KILL ME THIS IS A BLESSED DAY I LOVE HIM SO MUCH. MORE OF YOUR OC'S!!! (only when you want to share of course, I'm just trying to convey my enthusiasm here. not demanding at all ^^)

I think that might happen soon enough, actually!!!! Thank you so much for the interest in them!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anon said:Are josh and chris still not dating?

Sadly until I’ll sit down to write their story that specific part of it won’t go anywhere :( Chris gotta deal with a bunch of things before he’ll be ready to put a name to what’s between him and Josh 3 one day I’ll let him work through it !!!

Anon said:I'm so paranoid I'm going to repost one of your post by accident but the thing is is I never even repost anything at all but just because I know you don't want them to be I'm so scared that by accident I'm going to have something screenshotted and forget it's yours and like Ugh😂

Well, my name’s written on all my drawing so I doubt you’ll forget it’s my stuff lol to make sure you’re not reposting anything the author doesn’t want reposted you can always just ask before reposting it, tho~

Anon said:I was just scrolling through your OC stuff and I just. Love them so much. Thank you for the babies ❤

GOD THANK YOU ;O;

Anon said:Okay I've never seen your oc's before and Dave is the cutest green boy I love him

AAAAHHHHHH I’M GLAD!!!!!

Anon said:kamijirou getting together? :3 also if there were ever a scenario where jirou would confess first, what do you think she would be thinking?

I actually have half a thing planned for that :0 gimme a while to get around to drawing it!

Anon said:How do you feel imagine kiri’s parents???

Actually since I’m still hoping one day Hori will give us the official versions I try not to think too much about it! I don’t wanna grow attached just to have to give them up once I’ll have the canon versions haha

Anon said:hey quick innocent question ive been following for a long time and saw a lot of your art do you have a thing for feet

Are you asking because I draw a lot of people barefoot? Feet are just easier and faster to draw than shoes, anon

Anon said:I love how you answer asks all at once. It’s nice to see that you’re getting in bulk appreciation

THANKS I honestly just don’t want my blog to be more asks than art, so I let them pile up before answering - it does mean I make people wait a lot for answers tho orz sorry

Anon said:I LOVE YOUR ART

THANK YOU!!!!

Anon said:You've open a sea of possibilities with red pineapple kirishima. You're a legend :prayeremoji:

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I wouldn’t call myself that but I’m glad you appreciate him too hahaha

Anon said:i cant help but notice nothings been added to your sero tag in 4 months

That might be because I rarely use single characters tags! Try looking under #bakusquad and #seromina :D

Anon said:Hahaaa hi this is probably really really awkward but I just wanted you to let you know that you're super awesome!! And the fact that your art is something that I can look forward to is absolutely amazing (no pressure tho)!!! So yea, thank you for being cool and creating beautiful art~~ :D ✧✧✧

SOB it’s not awkward at all!!!! thank you SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!

Anon said:Would you mind adding some more Tokoyami art to your shop? More specifically the pieces where hes hanging out with Kiri, and the Tokoshoji piece :D Im desperate to bury my notebooks in stickers from your shop rn and the bird boy needs more love ❤

AHW I’m sorry anon, but those are definitely too small to be of any use on the shop ;-; if you’re okay with it I could add the last one I posted? I should seriously draw more of him..................

Anon said:That jacket that Kirishima has on...I NEED!

I drew it and that’s still a mood t b h

Anon said:I went so far back in your blog that it kicked me back to the beginning ;-; I was just getting to the D. Greyman stuff too

AW ;-; (..........it’s good tho, the further you go the least worth it my stuff is l m a o)

Anon said:Do you ever draw kiribaku or something else in paper or some kind of sketch book if you do i would love to see them❤(sorry if my english is bad)

I do have some doodles on paper posted on here somewhere? But tbh I rarely draw traditionally anymore unless it’s just random doodles :(

Anon said:Aahhh!!! I really love your kiribaku shit its so cute!!and you draw so goood too literally when i found this ship i instantly found you and you are so perfect in my eyes and your art!!!!! I looooooovvvvvvveeeeee yoooouuuuuu thank you for being here and showing us this stuff!!❤❤❤❤

HECK thank you!!!!!!!!!!!

Anon said:i adore your art so much and your bakushima comics make me smile a lot! :) you’re one of my favorite artists now dldksjshskdk

tHANK YOU OH MY G OD ;^;

Anon said:Consider this: fantasy Kirishima meeting normal bakugou, thinking that's his Katsuki 😂😂

.........................you literally got no clue how long I’ve been thinkin about drawing this............ he ck

Anon said:Your drawings give me life 😍❤️

sob thank you so so so much ;-;

[migleefulmoments]

(1/2) i gotta agree with the anon who pointed out that they think Darren is so much more famoud than he acutally is. i'm not from the US, but where i live, if you picked 100 random people on the street, 98 of them wouldn't know him. and i suppose he isn't THAT big even in the US. definitely nowhere near A-list. and most of his regular fans don't give a shit about his private life - and don't stalk all of his firends on social media.

(2/2) that's what baffles me so much about them. how they call literally everything PR and stunts for attention (or 'promotion', to use their own vocabulary) even though no normal fan who isn't a total fanatic like themselves could ever see any of it unless they wanted to a knew exactly where to look. it's not promotion when none of the pictures or videos are tagged. it's not promotion when you have to look for it. that's just people living their lives.Everything you said. 

Darren isn’t that famous here either. Maybe more than 2/100 would know him but most of the time when I say his name, I have to add “Glee” and even then I often get a blank look. Clearly, his star is rising and he has the potential to do amazing things, but I don’t think he has ever been in it for the fame for fame’s sake. He has talked about that in the past- that fame and money weren’t driving forces. 

What the tinhatters never understand is that WE follow everything Darren does but things like Hedwig and LM/DC aren’t giving him massive exposure. They are jobs and they are amazing performances but they aren’t getting him publicity or moving him to the A-List. Only a few Broadway roles have lead to the kind of publicity that builds a massive audience- Ben Platt got great exposure from Dear Evan Hansen but he isn’t A-List and he isn’t yet parleyed into other successful projects- he has a album and Netflix project coming. 

Your point that most fans not care about Darren’s personal life is spot on. Most of us don’t care about his private life in the way the CCers believe everyone does. I love that he is in love because it is fun to watch a couple enjoying one another and doing amazing things together. They have a lot of chemistry and charisma and they seem to really love and respect one another. But if they broke up, I would be sad as I am anytime I hear about a relationship that I was slightly invested in breaks up. I want to see love win but I have no skin in their game. Their relationship success or failure has no bearing on my life. If they break up, get married, have an open married, take in a 3rd partner, never have sex, have sex every day, play Dom/sub games or only do it in missionary...none of it impacts any of our lives. 

The CC fandom has had to work very hard to explain away a lot of what Darren does and says in the last 4 years since Glee ended, but this year they were especially busy. Their go-to excuse- that everything is PR loses its effectiveness when they over use it and when Darren doesn’t play along by actually promoting the event. They have declared that everything Darren does that doesn’t involve Chris is "PR” or “promotion” which itself is ridiculous, but add in the fact that Chris and Darren have NO public relationship and leads to a lot of declarations of “it’s promotion”.  “PR” by definition requires actual publicity. How is it “promotion” if they only people who hear about it are a hundred or so people? Darren isn’t paying for tens of thousands of dollars for a “stunt” in order to deceive a couple hundred hardcore fans. But as conspiracy theorist, the CC fandom doesn’t consider that. They only work from the premise that EVERYTHING MUST END UP BACK AT CC. So Darren is in the desert with his buddies before his wedding=XXXXXXXXXXXX= CC confirmed. The only way to complete the equation-solve for X- is to change X to “PR stunt”. Over time, as these PR stunts kept adding up and the march toward the wedding was getting more and more obvious, they had devise some logic that made CC confirmed continue to be a reasonable answer and that must mean that any kind of increased activity must mean a lead up to the end. It’s utter nonsense but they don’t look for logical answers or probably answers, they look for ways to ways to always end up at CC Confirmed 

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Hey hey, it's gay bike anon again! I'm more than honoured to get my own tag!!! I definitely would like to keep talking to you <3 And only love for you too <3

I'll gladly wait for your response to my ask (or asks??? we'll see one day ehehehe)! I feel you, when people cite some of my text messages from a few months (or more) ago I'm often like "nope, nah-ah, that's not me, you're wrong". Same for older essays, I often can't believe I wrote those. And even with things I wrote late at night a few weeks ago, sometimes I'm like "I wrote that? That monstrosity??? Okay, I need more sleep before writing". (My capacity of writing in correct English grammar usually goes to sleep before I do, same goes for varied word choice). But sometimes I'll see this project I've worked on YEARS ago and exactly recognize the pieces I wrote? Since the ask would be fairly recent, I suppose I would recognise my writing style and word choice and since I didn't wrote it whilst sleep deprived (I hope??) I'm setting my chances of recognising it pretty high. But we'll see one day, the mystery will marinate for a while... [I am rereading this in the daytime, and this is EXACTLY what I meant, at night I make the weirdest word choices?? I’m definitely not changing it though because I might find it kinda funny]

I snorted so hard about the way you talked about your almost-name, I'm giggling here like crazy. Apparently my name means something alike 'dedicated to God', but my parents aren't really believers, so gotta love that. The meaning of my sibling's name is 'summer', but I'm the one born in the summer, whilst my sibling is born in autumn, oops. Guess my parents never checked one of those sites/ books where you can find the meaning of a name hahaha.

I love how my ask was so weird and chaotic that you sent a screenshot to a friend. I LOVE that she had no idea what was going on. Then again, I watched the semis (obviously hahaha) but I had no idea what was going on either... But honestly it was peak Dutch culture, water and bicycles, I would just add an ode to 'hagelslag' and voila, the entirety of Dutch culture summed up... [Also: if you don't know: 'hagelslag' is just sprinkles which we eat on bread, yes, on bread, we do not not only eat sprinkles as on cake or on donuts, like in any other country, no, we put it on bread. It's actually a really popular sandwich topping here. My ultimate favourites are the chocolate ones, but you also have them in several fruity flavours (like forest fruit) and anise flavour.] Thank you, perfect chaotic energy is an ultimate goal I strive towards *bows like I'm Victorian royalty or something*

You're absolutely right, it went EXACTLY like that. Specifically, I would be studying for my exams, explaining topics to myself like I always do, so I'd tell myself "The six possible origins of economies of scope are indivisibility, specialisation, marketing, research and development, GUESS WHAT.. SUBWAY DRIVER GANDÍA... ehhh... what was I doing again??" OR: "one of the most detailed and most used models of responsive regulation is Brathwaite's piramid. His enforcement piramid visually shows, nope not important, SUBWAY DRIVER GANDÍAAAAAA" And I'd laugh, continue explaining theories and calculations to myself until my focus started lessening again and my thoughts would wander off again. I am VERY glad I'm not the only one who thinks about it from time to time, and I'm glad you're not suing me for any mental harm yet.

Yess, those pictures I saw from Promising Young Woman look so beautiful and aesthetic!! I'll probably watch it somewhere after the 16th, because I'll most likely have finished my last exams by then. I'll tell you what I thought about it! Thank you SO SO SO much for all the luck wishes!!!! I had an exam last Friday and I absolutely rewarded myself, because it went better than I expected and I passed an earlier exam and a paper too! I didn't buy myself a tricorne (yet), but I did buy funko pops (my inner economist said it was 100% rational because it was a really good deal hahaha). I still have two exams to go, so I could always buy a tricorne for finishing either of those, OR. EVEN BETTER. I'll ask my parents (or my grandparents) for one for my birthday. I mean, that would be hilarious. They'd be so confused. They've never seen S3 and S4 of LCDP so they'll have no idea, even if I tried to explain it. It would be so incredibly funny (and really really weird for them), I am laughing like crazy just at the thought of it.

I've never been in Finland before, but those temperatures do not sound legal indeed. I have no knowledge of Finnish law, but maybe article 3 of the European Convention on Human Rights, the prohibition of torture, would work? If I was the judge I’d 100% agree, so we should all sue the weather sksksks. I'm glad to have brought you rain though (and that I apparently possess the power to do so - magic weather controlling pirate seems like a nice enough job to me)!!! I hope the temperature has become at least somewhat lower. You're right, climate change should just... stop... right away. The weather is pretty weird here, right now: one day it will be super sunny and (at least) around 27 degrees and almost melting away, and the other day it will be raining and I'll be wearing my warmest sweater. Like, why the extremes??

I love that I am able to make you lose your coherent thoughts (that's probably why we have one brain energy about Underwater, because I, too, have the ability to make myself lose my coherent thoughts). I'm glad for your faith in my impersonation of Martín. I even started Duolingo Spanish again, and now know the phrase, "Yo bebo leche" (I drink milk) which obviously would be very important to him. Now I'll just need an Argentinian accent to go with it. Leaning menacingly on a cane would be GREAT, I love the idea. I'll open job applications for a Denver. Maybe my cat could help me, she, much like Denver, is super loud and she is super aggressive towards other cats, so there is potential there. And guiding dogs and even tiny guiding horses exist, why not a guiding cat?

I always assumed I would follow a more... you know… legal... career path, maybe even literally a career in law. But, my accounting professor also showed us how to manipulate financial statements ("so you can notice when people are doing this", uh-huh sure, sure that’s why) and another professor of mine also said that a criminal career sometimes could be the more rational, rewarding choice over a legally acceptable career. So, I suppose I should not be surprised by this sudden change of career plans. I should have seen this coming. And what better way to be able to avoid the laws than by knowing exactly what they are and how far you can go. And if that plan doesn’t work out, the books of law I have (they’re combined in two huge hardcover bundles) are really heavy and you could probably harm someone with them if you hit hard enough… Well, I suppose you can even leave “hard” away, just by hitting someone softly with those books you can bring serious harm to them… Ah, and like that one professor would say: in this scenario it would be a rational choice to become a pirate instead of a privateer. Oh dear, not Arturito :/ Mutiny would seem like a good option, I’ll take over the ship and become Palermo the Pirate. Sounds much and much better than “Arturo the Pirate”, since that isn’t an alliteration, sooo mutiny is reasonable even for that reason. And then there’s the fact that it’s Arturo, I mean, that says enough.

YOU LOVE UNDERWATER TOO????!!!! I completely forgot that you posted that! It seems we do indeed already have one shared braincell energy my friend <3

Last week has been pretty good (except for having to make a test at 9:30, what a godless time, I’m usually barely awake by then ehehehe), I think I aced the test I had, got back some good grades and finally got my first Covid vaccination (and only shortly slight dizziness as a side effect, so that's pretty great). And thanks so much!!! For now I’m safe from Gandía, but somewhere in mid-July I’ll have to take an exam on campus, so I’ll might be able to bring out my inner Palermo then.

How was your week? If the weather is still unkind to you (well, also if the weather *is* kind to you), treat yourself to your favourite ice cream and a break every now and then <3 Do you already have holidays or hasn’t your academical year ended yet?

You’re also right - this is conversation and we’re friends now <3 And I absolutely do like cookies! I would say my favourites are american cookies (though stroopwafels are reaally good as well) but honestly there are only a few kinds of cookies that I don’t love that much. And anything with chocolate in it is GREAT. I do also love apples and bananas, though grapes (which I just had) are even better! What’s your favourite kind of cookie?

Also, I know I have been giving you so many prompts already, but I saw this one in that list you reblogged and it gave me so much Berlermo energy: you live in an apartment with your best friend. the two of you always fall asleep in each other's arms, but one day, your friend isn't there. they've fallen in love with someone else. it's your other best friend, who recently moved in with you. and that's when you realize, that those nights you spent together, weren't so platonic after all. I would love it if you’d write it, but if you decide not to that’s absolutely fine too, no worries <3

By the way, I was going to post this quite a bit earlier, but my laptop (unlike me) decided yesterday night, when I was finishing writing this, that it was time to sleep, so I had to quickly dump this whole rant in Google Docs (it’s almost two and a half pages what the heck) and I was busy all day so I only was able to upload it just now. I swear I can ractually espond faster than after a week :) Have a lovely evening, much love from the gay bike country <3

Heeeeeeey you are back!!! How happy am I to see my favouritest gay bike anon return to my inbox!!! 💕 [Author's note: You can tell I started this reply right away because you've sent me three or four asks since this one and one can tell you are indeed back hahaha]

Yeeeeeees this is how one makes friends!! You know, I was just thinking the other night of how "gay bike anon" shortens to GBA, like the Game Boy Advance, you know. Make of that what you will, but it pleases me to know that you can also have a cute nickname for your cute nickname. Nicknameception.

Yes, exactly that, "I did not write that, and if I did in fact write that.. No I did not." Also, "the mystery will marinate"??? That's an amazing word choice and some day I will absolutely use it for something, just you wait. I think it just goes to show that you should write everything while tired, haha.

Haha I love that naming convention for you. It may make very little sense, but....... but. Also, happy birthday for whenever it is, presumably in the nearby past or future!! Lots of love!! You're the summer child while your sibling is... a summer child, but like, different.

Since you appreciated my almost-name story, I'll reward you with the rest of it: so my name is Tuuli, which is Finnish for "wind". My mum originally wanted to name me Pilvi, which means "cloud". And then she was like oh no this child is not at all serene and cloud-like??? and thus, a new me. I'm glad she had second thoughts, although I wonder if having such an ill-fittingly chill name would've done anything to alter my personality? Nomen est omen and all. There's some kind of an alternate universe where all of that played out, but I'm glad it's not this one.

Yeah either you watched the semis and have no idea, or you didn't watch them and have no idea. There is no way to get what was going on there, I'm certain they themselves also didn't get it. I had no idea about hagelslag but thjipgnhefjpihjo that's amazing, I love that for you!!!! There was absolutely no reason to go there but you as a country just... did that. Amazing. Please have some and report to me so I can live through you. And also, you are absolutely legit Victorian royalty [or something] *bows in return*. Also, I do love how you say "I watched the semis (obviously)." Imagine if you didn't and this entire time I was tragically misinterpreting the nature and intentions of your ask and you were just rolling with it because you've no idea what I'm on about but are also too polite to tell me that. Khhhhhhh

Your brain has priorities!!!! And they're honestly beautiful. Well done, brain. Subway driver Gandíaaaaaaaaaa~~~ My brain is filled with Berlermo quotes that come @ me at random times during the day and leave me just a tad shell-shocked, remembering how it all went down. I'm eating my morning yoghurt and my brain goes yo te propuse fundir oro juntos, and I'm just there like :)))))) Real nice, brain.

Have you had the opportunity to see Promising Young Woman yet? Hhhhh it's so pretty, every time I work on this reply [it's a lot of times, okay, I'm very diligent about this, I stare at this ask and craft snazzy replies in my head all the time, that's why I'm so slow in... actually replying] I'm reminded of that. I'm not a very visual person but the colours and the framing... that was really nice.

I am somewhat glad you've not been to Finland yet, you must hit me up when you come visit, I'll take you for coffee!!! It's actually cooler now (bless!!!!!!!!!!!), the last... four days have been reasonable 14-20 degrees, after four consequtive weeks of 25+. Kkhhhh thinking back to it makes me feel a little ill, but now beret weather is back. I own a lot of berets, dear gay bike anon. I'm going to my university city for the weekend and I'm already wondering which beret(s) I should bring with me. This is an important decision with potential long-lasting consequences. I don't know if you've played any of Telltale's games (The Wolf Among Us and the first two seasons of The Walking Dead are the best ones, fight me), but when you make a decision and the game goes "This character will remember that." and you instantly go oh no what have I done??? That's how I feel about choosing the perfect beret for my city outing. But yes, weather extremes are just the worst. We've been having the longest drought I've ever seen here (it's still not properly rained, for the record, on Tuesday it rained for an hour or so) while in other places there's awful flooding. That's awful.

Ahhh I'm so happy you're continuing your Spanish-learning!! I took a beginner's course at uni in the spring semester, I'm going to take the next one when uni resumes in September. And yes, I'm studying it for LCDP. I mean I love languages in general, but I never had a particular need to study Spanish, until this year I suddenly did. I'm also Duolingo-ing it! Very slowly and steadily. Also, I adore the idea of your cat being your Denver. What's your cat's name??? What do they look like?? Tell me everything, you can't just leave it at my cat, you simply must allow me to meet them. Also, you know why guide cats aren't a thing? Because cats are the worst. I love cats, but you can't just teach them to do useful things. They'll do them if they want to. As I type this, my cat is trying to catch flies at my feet. Her name is Muusa.

I studied accounting for my undergrad!! So I can join you in [[[preventing]]] tax fraud and [[[recognising]]] tampering with financial statements. We can make a totally legitimate business out of it. No but truly, I'm certain we were taught some of those things with the expectation that our future employers would expect it of us. Capitalism is so fun :)))))) And you shouldn't be surprised, academia is but a stepping stone to crime, honestly. Any dark academia book will tell you this. You start out learning Latin and wearing turtlenecks, you end up with murder. That's just how academia works. And you seem to have already chosen your weapon... you're well on your way. :) Palermo the Pirate sounds great!!! I support your mutiny. I don't think I said, but this is my favourite word of the English language. Mutiny. Mutiny????? It doesn't sound very serious. It sounds cute, actually. I love it.

I'm so happy to hear you got your covid vaccine!!!! I had mine a month ago or so - I typed you a reply to the subway Gandía thing on the train ride back, actually. I was really stressed about getting it on my right arm, because I'm left-handed, and last time I got a vaccination (like a decade ago) they insisted on giving it on my left arm and I was sad :( But this time!! I got it on my chosen arm and was very pleased. So anyway, that was a segue. I'm glad you got your covid shot and were side effect -free!!!

My week has been good, thank you!! I went to my uni city for my niece's birthday on Monday, and as said I'm going back on Friday (tomorrow). So this time in between has felt like exactly that, time in between. I started reading Call Me By Your Name. I had my Korean class last night. Now I'm hanging out with my cat (she has stopped chasing flies and climbed to my lap) and talking to you. My holidays started already in May! And uni resumes in the beginning of September, but I'm a tutor for new students so I need to show up three weeks earlier for the orientation weeks. Yes, we do three weeks of orientation (read: three weeks of drinking). It's a bit insane.

Now I need to ask you again how your week has been, since I'm so slow. How has your week been?? Are you free from your exams?? When does your uni resume?

Stroopwafels are so good ahhh I'll have to buy them when and or if I see them. Possibly when I'm in central Europe but haha I can hope to be lucky and see them at a store with imported stuff, you know. My favourite cookies??? Omg maybe these ones - they have this truffle filling, and they're fun to eat (this is important in cookies, you see):

And of course they're Fazer. Because Finnish people have only one setting, apparently. Or maybe that's just me. But all cookies are great, honestly. I like making American cookies, that's always a fun pastime (and you get to have cookie dough, that's like half the fun). I've actually not made them for a lifetime??? Maybe I should, soon. I'll keep you updated. Also, brookies. I love making brookies, they're great.

I really really appreciate being given prompts, I hope you know that!! Thank you!! Consider me pocketing this prompt and maybe eventually some day theoretically getting back to you about it!! You're right - it has Berlermo energy. Insofar as either of them actually have other friends. :)

Thank you for this kind message, dear gay bike anon <3 I'd apologise for my slowness in replying but I think I'd rather you just assume that I'll get back to you, and thank you for your patience <3 Your kind and funny and chaotic asks always brighten my day. I hope you'll have a great rest of the week and just... all the nice and fun and good things and great vibes in life. All the best, dear gay bike anon <3 Take care!! And greetings from Muusa as well - she just yawned and I presume that means "greetings".