#but I’m absolutely happy to write for y’all whenever

[solbach-colbrock]

Hi hellooo? Do you still write for Seth? :}

I absolutely do!! I’d be happy to write something for you if you have a request :)

[i-like-writing-stuff]

never changing [ five hargreeves x reader ]

a/n: hi y’all! it’s been a hot minute since i’ve been on here, but after the absolute shit show that season 4 was, some sparks ignited in me to write up anything to take my mind off it 🙌

its not anything crazy, just fluff and banter since i haven’t written anything in years so it may be as poorly redacted as this season lmao

summary: five and y/n attend their niece birthday party together, yet separate

“Happy birthday, little Gracie!” You smiled widely, trying not to drop the wrapped present box as the six year old girl jumped into your arms, “Oh my gosh, look at you! You’re just getting prettier by day, aren’t you?”

You had just got off work in a hurry to make your appearance at the little girl’s birthday party at a decent time, in spite of the amount of paperwork you managed to bury yourself in lately. You knew how much it would have meant for the celebrated one to show up and you couldn’t bear to let her down, especially on her birthday.

After spending most of your life working for the Commission, and then a decent amount of time exhausting yourself in trying to stop multiple Apocalypses, your last six years have been pretty quiet as a lawyer. You really wanted to get out of the whole assassin thing, but at the same time couldn’t exactly move on from the thrill of the work field. Your career as a lawyer took off really well these past years, but inevitably it came along with the cost of always being stuck at work, so whenever your niece got the chance to see you, she was truly enthusiastic.

“Auntie Y/N!” She wrapped her tiny arms around your neck, engulfing you into a tight hug, “You are here!”

Nonetheless, these six years have been truly and undeniably the most peaceful time of your life for as long as you could remember.

“You literally saw each other the other day,” Five raised a brow, watching you and the celebrated one act as if you hadn’t seen each other in years.

You and the little girl shared a look, before rolling your eyes and turning to glare at the man next to you. Ever since Grace learned how to talk, you and her would gang up on her uncle for your amusement, especially since he was so keen on entertaining the banter.

These past six year have gone by in the blink of an eye, yet at the same time at a slow and steady pace. You spent most of your time working anyway, but still kept in touch with the seven siblings you’d grown to love.

Some in different ways than others.

“Uncle Five, you’re always more excited than me to see Aunt Y/N,” Gracie waved him off, making you burst out laughing, “Jealousy isn’t a good look on you anyway.”

“What is a good look on him anyway?” You smirked, making the little girl laugh, as Five swept her into his arms;

“Okay, munchkin, it’s your birthday today, but tomorrow I’m going back to bullying you,” He joked, causing you both to laugh, before the two shared a hug before you, “You’re lucky your gift has no return policy.”

The party had already started by the time you made it there. The playground was huddled by other kids around Grace’s age, along with their parents. The music was playing loudly over the laughter of children and you were pretty sure that most of the family had already arrived. It was not the most ideal gathering, but you tried your best to keep in touch with most of the family to your best capabilities.

“Y/N, I’m so glad you could make it!” Luther smiled, appearing from the crowd of guests, immediately giving you a big hug as his niece was still wrapped around Five, “Haven’t seen you since Thanksgiving!”

“Big shot lawyer doesn’t always have the time to stay in touch with family, huh?” Diego teased you, following suit, as you rolled your eyes, dropping off his daughter’s gift in his hands.

“Big shot delivery driver doesn’t know the phone works both ways, huh?” You smirked, putting your hands on your hips.

Diego laughed out loud as he gave you a hug, always in the mood for a back and forth short banter with you. After all, you truly were family, even if you didn’t always have the time to be present in the Hargreeves’ day to day lives. You may have met them in the original timeline in 2019, when you accidentally time traveled with your former partner at the Commission, Five, but after all you’ve been through, you didn’t need to have grown up together or be blood related to be considered that. And you truly were grateful for each and every single one of them, in spite of the many differences over the years.

After everything that’s happened six years ago at Hotel Oblivion, everyone went their separate ways. Allison was back with her daughter while trying to further her acting career and also help Klaus stay on the sober line, Viktor had moved to Canada where he opened a bar, Diego and Lila had three kids, Luther was “professionally dancing”, Ben had some run-ins with the law and Five, ironically enough, was working for the CIA.

“Well, you two are as annoying as always,” Ben told you and his brother, making Diego roll his eyes as he walked towards the gift table to set down your present.

“Please try to stay out of prison at least for the remainder of the year,” You joked with the man, making him roll his eyes as he hugged you loosely, “There’s only so much favors I could owe the DA.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Ben groaned, “I don’t even know why they let you work at the law firm since you still look like a prepubescent with no boobs. Even Five got a growth spurt.”

“I sized up to B recently, thank you very much,” You nudged his shoulder, before placing your hands on your chest in an offended manner.

“Okay, Gracie, not a conversation you’d wanna hear,” Five spoke up, putting his niece down, “Your aunt needs to learn some etiquette on how to act around children.”

“Funny coming from you,” You couldn’t help but wave him off.

You didn’t come in with Five at the party, but as fate had it, you did run into him as you were parking your car. He had just gone out to his brother’s dusty van to bring inside some more cookies for the guests. You kept in touch with him as well, but not as often as you would have liked. It’s not all that serious, but given the fact that you were a lawyer still climbing your way to the top and him being a top notch CIA agent, you didn’t exactly have the time to hang out.

At least, not as much as you’d have liked.

Five was watching you with a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips, and his hands in his pockets. He had the same look on his face as always when watching you. He had the same smile when he saw you in combat for the first time during your first mission for the Commission together, the same look in his eyes when you appeared for the first time in 2019 alongside him in your teen bodies. The same posture he had when he met you again in 1963 after months of not seeing each other.

He wore the same love on his face while looking at you when you and the siblings split up after the events at Oblivion.

And never once did you notice that.

Not once in these past six years you let your feelings surface.

“You know Grace is my niece too, right?” He couldn’t drop the small smile even if he wanted to.

“Since when are you such a family man?” You raised a brow, trying to keep a confident composure.

“Oh, something changed in me between the first and third time I traded the world for my siblings,” He lightly shrugged his shoulders, making you roll your eyes at the sarcastic remark.

You two never changed.

“Please, I was there for the twins birth,” You waved him off.

You rarely see Five, and even when you do you always try to act normal, as you do around the rest of the Hargreeves. Everyone tried to get you two together at first, since the apocalypse was over and there was no reason for you to not get together, right?

You really wished it was that easy. In hindsight, maybe it was. But you couldn’t take any chances in losing Five forever if something were to go wrong. Maybe some would see it as something stupid, or as if you wasted so many years, but to you- mentally, you were almost seventy, while physically nineteen. You had so much time ahead of you now, all that mattered was to get a stable career first.

Five let a chuckle escape, shaking his head in disbelief, as he looked at the floor for a couple of seconds. When he looked back at you, you tried to keep your composure. You couldn’t help but feel pathetic that after all these years, your heart still skipped a beat whenever he’d look at you.

“You’re doing that thing again where you forget that some other people are still around, guys,” Luther raised his hand, grabbing your attention once again.

“I got bored of watching seventy year old virgins,” Ben shrugged his shoulders, “I’m gonna go get shitfaced.”

“Always a delight seeing you, Benjamin,” Five said, as Luther followed the ex-tentacle boy suit to make re he was not about to actually get drunk;

“This is a six year old’s birthday party!”

You giggled, watching the two brothers speed away while arguing amongst the kids in the crowd. When your eyes laid back on Five, who was intently watching you, you couldn’t help but feel a small blush creep its way in your cheeks.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Spit it out, Hargreeves.”

“I said it’s nothing!”

“Fuck you.”

“Why?”

You watched him dumbfounded for a couple of seconds because of the only answer he could come up with, before walking away, hoping he would follow you.

When he did try to keep up with you, you looked away to hide the proud smile. Even after all these years, things were still the same with him. He was still so eager to spend time with you, he was still smiling at you and entertaining your conversation.

“Aunt Y/N, Uncle Five, come play in the ball pit!” Gracie ushered you from afar, already tucked in the plastic colorful balls.

“You heard the birthday girl!” You smiled, grabbing his hand to drag Five after you.

Even after all these years he would instantly lock his fingers with yours.

[azzifuddslover]

UNRAVEL - chapter seven

യ paige bueckers x azzi fudd

word count: 6.6k

cw: swearing, alcohol use, injury

notes: hey guys! i had fun writing this chapter, my heart was exploding with cuteness. but i fear unravel is nearing the end.. as in one more chapter left. spring break just began for me, so chapter eight should be expected somewhat soon. please lemme know how y’all enjoy this one, live reactions and any comments are always appreciated! have a wonderful day and enjoy the draft on monday. i know i’ll be SAT even tho i’m still sad it’s dallas.. like are we serious. anyway, happy reading!

two weeks. ever since that night at ted’s, paige hasn’t talked to azzi in two weeks. no texting back and forth, no mindless conversations talking about nothing and everything, no sending stupidly funny tiktoks at ungodly hours of night. nothing. azzi was going insane, to say the least.

paige, however, seemed perfectly fine with their lack of communication. she laughed with their teammates, she had loud talks with nika from across the gym. she was her normal, smiley, overenthusiastic self.

that’s only what azzi assumed, of course. paige— on the inside, during her alone time— was driving herself mental. she couldn’t help but replay that night over and over again. the way azzi laughed with tyler, his grip on her arm that she allowed to happen. her tight hug that made paige forget it all.

technically, azzi hasn’t reached out to paige either. paige waited— waited for azzi to text, call, show any signs that she cared. but she hasn’t, so neither did paige.

(that’s what she told herself, at least. she absolutely did— too much, even. she cared for azzi more than anyone she’s ever known. it was downright foolish to think otherwise.)

the two didn’t even talk during practices. they wouldn’t cheer each other on whenever the other made a nice play, they wouldn’t tell each other what to do in a drill, either. it’s as if they’d become strangers on the court— and it was painfully obvious for the other girls. they noticed their undoubtable shift, their awkward tension. their lack of shared, soft smiles, their uncontrollable giggles, their back and forth glances at the other. the team figured they had to do something to resolve whatever was going on between the two.

that’s why they’re here, in nika and aubrey’s shared dorm, all lounging around. there was music playing in the background— a song from sza’s newest album. the group was scattered around the room, some resting on the couch, others on the two beds or the floor. nika’s sitting cross legged against her bed, aubrey’s sprawled out on her own bed, paige is sitting on the couch besides ice, mindlessly scrolling on her phone. azzi’s on the other side of ice, talking lowly with caroline.

paige is painfully aware of azzi’s presence, mere inches away from her. it’s when the freshman laughs that paige clears her throat.

“nik, got anything to drink in here?”

azzi’s giggle simmers down as she turns her head towards the blonde, eyeing her shyly. paige feels her gaze, yet her attention remains on nika.

nika, not bothering to look up from her phone, “yeah, in the cabinet under the sink.”

paige stands, making her way to the small kitchen. she closes her eyes for a moment, trying to ignore all things azzi. but god, did she miss her. regardless of everything that’s happened— their unspoken kisses, that one night, the entirety of azzi’s date with tyler— they were still best friends. nothing could come between that. their natural bond, the way they fit into each others worlds; it was funny to think that would all go away just because of a stupid fight, a miscommunication.

paige leans against the counter, her fingers curling around the vodka bottle. the sound of the clear liquid pouring into a plastic cup fills her ears. she doesn’t hesitate to take a long swig, feeling the burn all the way down her throat.

“everything okay, p?”

paige’s movements never falter as she turns, facing a very concerned looking aubrey. her eyebrows are pinched, her arms are crossed over her chest. the blonde woman offers a warm smile, her grip still tight around the cup.

“all good. thanks, aub,” paige says, before walking towards her original spot on the couch.

she can feel azzi staring, but never looks up to meet her eyes. she can’t. not tonight.

the team continues on with small conversations that end in loud, passionate outbursts— like usual. but paige can’t seem to join in. instead she remains seated, quiet but her presence is known, keeping her gaze down casted on her phone. she scrolls through instagram only to be reminded of azzi’s outstanding performance against georgetown— a career high of 34 points, along with 6 assists and 5 rebounds. ignoring her annoyingly heavy heart, she likes the espn post, not thinking twice about it.

she wishes so badly that her and azzi could’ve been on good terms that day. she would’ve made sure to show azzi how good she was, how well she played. in more ways than one. she would’ve hyped her up in front of the cameras, praised her during media. but in the space that only they shared, the sophomore would’ve held her hand, squeezed three times. hugged her gently, nuzzling her head in the crook of azzi’s neck. would’ve peppered soft, warm kisses on her face, how she knows azzi likes it. paige would’ve whispered a string of words like i’m so proud of you and you’re unbelievable over and over until azzi got sick of it.

(azzi could never get sick of it, though. hearing those words from paige meant everything to her. more than she’s willing to admit.)

“i’m bored. do you guys wanna play never have i ever?”

aaliyah’s voice breaks paige’s trance. she blinks. before she knows it, everyone in the small space is crammed closer, getting ready to play.

paige, mentally preparing herself, takes a sip of her drink, her eyes fluttering shut for a swift moment. she’s one person away from azzi yet the tension is thick between them.

nika, holding three shot glasses in both hands, sets one down in front of each girl. she quickly pours the vodka in the small cups, watching the liquid fill until it reaches the rim.

azzi shifts besides caroline, very aware of paige on the other side of her friend. she’s not completely sure she wants to play tonight, but what else does she have to do?

she bites her lip, anxious to get started. nika clears her throat before saying, “never have i ever pretended to be sick to get out of running.”

chuckles erupt among the group, knowing exactly who’s that targeted to. aubrey lets out a defeated sigh before raising the glass to her lips.

“i knew it,” nika mutters, shaking her head with a smile on her face.

“okay, i’ll go,” evina offers, “never have i ever been in a relationship.”

everyone other than paige, azzi, and dorka takes a shot. paige rolls her eyes, annoyed.

“what about that one guy, az?” olivia asks after finishing her drink and shaking off the burn in her throat.

azzi blushes slightly, feeling embarrassed at the brief attention. “we never dated.”

“it’s fairly new, right?” evina chimes in, leaning forward.

azzi shrugs her shoulders, “i mean, i guess. i don’t know.” she brushes it off, trying to shift the conversation, knowing paige is right there.

evina, clearly picking up on azzi’s discomfort, nods her head, thankfully dismissing the topic.

amari’s the next to speak. “never have i ever kissed someone in this room.”

nika giggles, lifting her shot to her mouth. she wiggles her eyebrows at aaliyah, who matches her movement. paige is hesitant to grab the glass, yet she does when she notices azzi reaching for her’s as well. paige downs the shot with a quick gulp, feeling the sting sliding down her throat. her gaze flickers to the brunette, who, despite trying to act casual, avoids eye contact, her cheeks tinged pink.

amari, obviously unaware of paige and azzi’s shared history, raises an eyebrow. “wow, who knew this game would be so… informative.”

paige bites her tongue. she looks down, eyes trained on fingernails instead of engaging in amari’s entertainment.

amari, however, continues. “never have i ever kissed someone in the past,” a pause, thinking, “week.”

nika is quick to fill her glass and bring it to her lips, tilting her head back. aubrey— who is a known taken woman— follows the movement, along with evina. azzi freezes. squeezes her eyes shut. her face heats instantly. damn, she cannot lie to save her life.

she slowly pours the vodka into the empty shot glass before shallowing it.

paige watches her, her lips slightly ajar. the blonde stares closely, her gaze sharp. she shallows dryly, trying to ignore the pang of pain in her chest. the two haven’t spoken, much less kissed in over two weeks. meaning, azzi must’ve kissed tyler. tyler. fuck.

the silence that follows feels heavier than it should. azzi’s makes it a point to not glance in paige’s direction, not wanting to see the look on her face. she focuses her gaze on the now empty glass, her mind running loose.

paige, without a thought in her brain other than azzi kissed tyler, grabs the half full vodka bottle and pours herself yet another shot. eyes wide, mouth in a tight line, she speaks up— “never have i ever fucked my best friend then went on a date with someone else the next day.”

the blonde scrunches her lips together, nodding her head as she looks directly at azzi. azzi, who is frozen in place, eyes wide and jaw dropped at paige’s comment. everyone else in the room grows quiet— too quiet— watching the scene in front of them unfold. they share glances with each other, all with similar expressions on their faces.

paige, hurt evident in her eyes, stares dead at the freshman. azzi manages to meet her gaze, her face on fire. the blonde woman tilts her head, “why aren’t you drinking az?” she slides the shot glass in front of her over to azzi, who glances down at it briefly. “you did that, didn’t you?”

paige swears she hears an “oh shiiiittt” murmured among her teammates. some have their hand over their mouths in shock, others have their attention directed anywhere else besides the two girls, in attempts to avoid any awkwardness. a little too late for that.

azzi doesn’t dare to move an inch. she can’t. she can only hopelessly stare down, breaking eye contact with the sophomore. her hands shake slightly, her breathing is uneven. the tension in the room is unbearable— the air feels heavy as everyone waits for any sort of response out of azzi.

paige, her lips still pressed into a tight line, scoffs and stands unexpectedly. “fuck this,” she mumbles under her breath, moving towards the door.

azzi’s heart skips a beat at paige’s words. before she even realizes what she’s doing, she’s following paige, her feet carrying her towards the door with a sense of urgency she can’t ignore. she doesn’t look back at her teammates, who remain silent and in shock.

the door creaks open as paige steps out into the empty hallway. she lets out a soft sigh of relief, happy to get away from whatever she started in there. that relief is very shortly interrupted when she hears the door reopen, revealing— of course— azzi hurrying out of the room. their eyes meet, but not long enough to keep paige rooted in place. she takes off, walking with purpose down the outstretched hall without offering a word to the freshman.

azzi, being azzi, doesn’t hesitate to follow once again. “paige,” she says, her voice weak.

paige, however, does not slow down her pace. she continues walking until she reaches her own room. she pulls out her key, fumbling with it in her fingers— giving azzi enough time to jog up to her, cutting their distance.

“stop, please,” azzi pleads.

paige chooses to ignore her yet again. she finally unlocks the door and steps into her dorm. azzi manages to slide inside, closing the door behind her.

“azzi, please— just go away.”

“no,” azzi states firmly. “not until we talk.”

“i really don’t think there’s anything to talk about,” paige half laughs.

“bullshit,” azzi says. “first of all, what the actual fuck was that?”

paige looks away. “it’s not like it’s a lie.”

“okay, but in front of everyone? are you insane?”

paige actually laughs this time. “am i insane? do you hear yourself?”

azzi goes to speak, but paige cuts her off. “azzi, you literally had sex with me then the very next day, went out with someone else. a dude, to make matters worse. and kissed him, i’m assuming?”

azzi’s nostrils flare. she shuts her eyes, attempting to contain her composure. “jesus, paige, it was one kiss. it didn’t even matter! why do you care this much anyway?”

paige stares at azzi with a look azzi’s never seen before. disgust, perhaps. “why do i care?” she repeats, her words almost feeling like they don’t belong in her mouth. she steps toward the curly brunette, her voice rising ever so slightly. “when have i never not cared? azzi, you’re single handedly the person i care about most. and you left me like it was nothing. like i meant nothing to you. did that night really mean that little to you?”

azzi’s breath catches in her throat, the raw, undoubtable pain in paige’s voice cutting through her like a knife. she opens her mouth, but nothing comes out. she doesn’t quite know what to say, how to fix what she’s broken, because nothing— no words that’s ever been said— seems fitting for this moment.

paige’s blue eyes never leaves hers, dark and heavy with hurt. “do you realize how fucked up that is?” she continues, her voice small. “one day you’re kissing me, and the next you’re all over him, like i don’t even exist. like i’m just some fucking afterthought.”

azzi takes a step back, her heart pounding in her chest, her mind racing. she wants to explain, to apologize, to say something that’ll make this all right, but the words are stuck within her, tangled in knots of confusion and guilt. she opens her lips again, but all she can manage is a shaky exhale.

“i still think about it, az. about that night. about you,” she pauses, taking a steady breath. “it was everything. you’re everything,” another brief pause. paige’s eyes never waver from azzi’s. “i can still smell your vanilla perfume on my sheets. your bra is still somewhere in my room. you’re everywhere, az.”

azzi stills. heat creeps its way up her neck, into her cheeks. she shallows, stepping closer to the blonde.

“i’m sorry,” azzi’s voice breaks, “jesus, paige, i’m so sorry.” she reaches out, holding paige’s face in her soft hands, thumbs swiping across her cheekbones. “i don’t want to hurt you. god, that’s the last thing i’d ever want.”

tears form in paige’s eyes. “please don’t think you don’t matter to me. that you’re nothing. i promise you it’s the complete opposite,” she reassures the blonde. a lone tear falls down paige’s cheek— azzi immediately swipes it away with her finger. “don’t cry, please don’t cry.”

with that, azzi leans forward, planting a tender kiss on paige’s damp cheek. she pulls back only to wrap her arms further around paige’s neck, into a warm embrace. the sophomore hesitantly rests her hands on the small of azzi’s back, holding her close. she nuzzles her face into azzi’s neck while dragging both of their bodies into her bedroom while maintaining their hug.

“you’re the most important person in my life. it’s only ever you. i’m so sorry i made you feel any different,” azzi whispers, her frame still pressed against the older girl’s. she moves her hand up to the back of paige’s head, that’s still nestled in her neck.

when paige sniffles, azzi gently pulls her head back, looking at her face. paige’s cheeks are soaked and tear stained— her eyes are glistening, her bottom lip is trembling as she tries to hold it together. azzi’s heart aches at the sight.

“stop, stop, please,” azzi murmers, her voice shaky. “please don’t cry. you’ll make me cry.”

“can’t help it,” paige mumbles, glancing away for a moment before returning to azzi’s eyes.

a beat passes between the two, blatantly staring at one another. azzi adverts her gaze. “i still think about it too, p. of course i do. how could i not?” she begins, her voice unsure. “it’s always there, even when i don’t want it to be. you are. the way you made me feel…” she pauses, trying to think of the words. “you made me feel seen. like i was more than just… i don’t know, like i wasn’t just— existing. like i was important to someone. like i matter.”

paige stops breathing although. her eyes soften at the vulnerability behind azzi’s words— the raw, real emotion laced between them. “azzi, of course you matter. jesus, you matter more than anyone ever.”

paige— still holding azzi’s waist, her grip never wavering— guides them slowly toward the edge of her bed, settling them both down.

paige’s heart breaks a little when azzi whispers, “please don’t be mad at me.”

the words hit paige like a punch to the chest. she feels something shift inside her— softening, maybe.

she removes her hand from azzi’s waist and grabs her jaw instead, turning her face to look at her. “look at me,” she says, eyes dead set on the brunette’s, “i could never be mad at you, azzi. never.” she smiles weakly when azzi gives her a look. “okay, maybe it seemed like i was mad, but i wasn’t. not really. i just wanted you to…” she pauses, thinking. “see me,” she adds, her voice barely above a whisper.

azzi exhales. paige continues. “i wanted you to understand how much it hurt when you pretended nothing happened between us— when you went off with tyler.” she says his name with a pointed disgust, scoffing.

azzi laughs at this. she leans her head to rest against paige’s shoulder. “i’m sorry about that,” she shakes her head, “that was kinda fucked up.”

“ya think?” the corners of paige’s lips curl into a soft smile.

the two stay in comfortable silence, just existing in each other’s presence. paige’s hand moves to azzi’s hair, playing with some of her loose curls in between her fingers. “you’re such a softie.”

“shut up,” the blonde rolls her eyes. “wanna stay here tonight?”

azzi instantly nods against her, “yes.”

paige’s smile grows, her heart doing flips in her chest. “okay. ima go shower real quick, then.”

“alright,” azzi says, lifting her head off paige and removing her touch.

paige stands and walks over to her small closet, pulling out a set of comfortable clothes before making her way to the bathroom. she can’t help but glance back at azzi, who’s now rummaging through her drawers. she smiles.

her shower is, in fact, quick. she slowly walks out, adjusting her shirt in the process, only to find azzi snuggled up in her bed. her eyes are barely open, but when she notices paige watching her, she grins.

“hi,” she squeals.

paige makes her way to the bed, pulling back the comforter and joining azzi. she catches a glance of azzi’s bare legs— only in a pair of paige’s boxers— and squeezes her eyes shut. “hey.”

the blonde scoots closer and closer, until she’s mere inches away from azzi’s frame. azzi takes it a step further by laying her arm across her chest, hiking her leg up to rest on hers. paige lets out a weak breath. damn, she’s easy.

“can we promise to never ignore each other again?” azzi asks gently, messing with the hem of paige’s loose shirt.

“jesus, yes,” paige whines, “i swear, that was the worst two weeks of my entire life.”

“seriously,” azzi agrees, laughing.

silence stretches between the pair. they lay there, eyes fluttering shut ever so often.

“i think you’re like… a part of me, somehow,” paige says lowly all of a sudden.

azzi’s fingers pause their gentle tracing of paige’s shirt, and lifts her head slightly. “a part of you?”

paige sighs, somehow shifting to be impossibly closer to the younger girl. “yeah. you’re the other half of me,” she adds, finally finding the words. “there is no me without you.”

azzi’s stomach erupts, to say the least. her mouth opens slightly, paige’s words hitting harder than she thought.

(it’s the most accurate thing paige has ever said. paige isn’t paige without azzi. she’s a piece of her, forever. a part of her soul, her heart. it was always paigeandazzi, said in one breath. a package duo, a pair people never saw apart. if there wasn’t azzi, there wasn’t paige. two halves of the same whole.)

“oh my gosh,” she mutters, her cheeks now pink. she hides her face in the crook of paige’s neck— she can feel her warm breath against her skin. “you’re genuinely perfect, you know that?” her gaze flicks to paige’s face, before she dares to press a featherlike kiss to her jaw. “you’re so sweet. seriously. i don’t deserve you.”

paige laughs at azzi’s reaction. she leans her head back against a pillow, failing to wipe the silly smile off her lips.

azzi eventually speaks up again. “i agree, though,” she whispers. “you make me remember who i am, when i’m with you. you make me feel like me.” a pause. paige shallows. “i love it. i love that about you.”

paige is kissing her cheeks before she even realizes it. small, light, tender pecks that convey everything she’s feeling into one movement. “fuck, i’m so glad i have you.” she rests her forehead against azzi’s, definitely not eyeing her lips. obviously. “i wouldn’t have it any other way. all of it… me, you. i wouldn’t change anything.”

(besides the fact she can’t seem to share her feelings for azzi with her. and the fact they pretend nothing happened, when, in reality, everything happened. she’s getting there, though. cut the girl some slack.)

azzi’s smiles— a true, soft smile that only paige gets to see. “me neither,” she mumbles.

“you’re stuck with me— forever. i don’t care if you like it or not.”

a breathless laugh escapes azzi’s lips. her grin widens. “thank god.”

after that night, things were different. an unmistakable shift between the two. everyone saw it— their teammates, their coaches, people around campus. it was obvious, really. their lingering touches became more intentional, more charged with meaning. it’s as if they weren’t scared anymore, yet haven’t fully acknowledged the spark between them. but it’s there. of course it’s there. it always has been— and they both knew it.

hang outs have become more and more frequent, with azzi staying with paige more nights than not. she even has her own mini drawer for clothes in paige’s dorm that was never there before. they’re always together, and if they weren’t, they were likely texting back and forth. it was constant, automatic.

azzi had stopped talking to tyler. it wasn’t that he was a bad guy— far from it. tyler was sweet, kind hearted, always looking out for the people around him. truly, he was a good person. it’s just that somewhere along the way, the space between her and tyler shifted, too. she didn’t do it intentionally, but the more time she spent with paige, the more the dynamic with tyler felt off. so she let their conversations grow distant, drifting farther and farther until they stopped texting altogether.

tyler deserved someone who saw him in the way he saw the world— bright, sincere, full of hope. azzi knew she couldn’t offer that to him. not when there was her.

how could she focus on anyone else when paige was right there?

and paige, of course, was always there— always has been, in a way that felt different from anyone else. her best friend. someone she’d always have in her corner. her lifeline. her reason to get up in the morning. her person.

so, it was, in fact, impossible to even see another person with paige in her life. she didn’t want to anymore. this was it. paige was it for her— and she finally started to accept it. because it was simply how it is. how it was supposed to goes. paige was hers, she was paige’s.

another three weeks pass— it’s early january at this point. paige and azzi have grown impossibly closer. they’ve spent every waking minute of every day together, barely ever separating for more than an hour. people would never see one girl without the other; it was either both of them, or no one.

the pair spent the holidays together, with each others families. they first traveled to minnesota, spent christmas celebrating with paige’s family. they then went to virginia for new years, hanging out with the fudd’s for a couple of days. it was nothing new— they spent the previous holidays together, so it was expected at this point. this time around, however, was different.

there were moments, small ones, when azzi would catch herself watching paige more closely than usual. a glance, a smile, the way paige’s eyes lit up when she laughed— it was all so much more than before. paige, obviously, noticed their shift in dynamic too. how could she not? everyone did.

they shared a new years kiss. the second it hit midnight, paige’s lips were on azzi’s, firm and sweet and warm. it never went further than that— not since last time. but god, did they think about it.

(it was physically impossible not to think about it. not when azzi was alive and living, with her full lips, her toned legs, her beautiful dark curls, her fucking everything. paige was dying by this point. it was sort of pathetic.)

paige even thought about it— about her— right in the middle of a game. she should be focused on being the best player she can be, but how could she when azzi was in front of her, practically glowing from beads of sweat dripping down her face and looking slightly disheveled? simple answer: she can’t.

she shakes her head. get your head out of your ass and into the game, she repeated over and over in her mind, trying to advert her thoughts to anything but azzi. talk about difficult.

the ball is thrown in her hands. she begins dribbling up the court, exhaling quietly as she lets her mind clear. she tosses it off to nika as aaliyah sets a screen for paige. nika immediately gives the basketball back to the blonde, who doesn’t hesitate to take the open shot. swoosh.

the crowd erupts in cheers. it was her go to— a midrange jumper that she almost never missed.

paige glances around, taking in the fans jumping up and down at her bucket, screaming her name. she smiles, grateful for the unconditional support. her eyes then latch onto azzi, who’s now jogging up the court.

before she even realizes, the other team makes an easy layup and it’s their possession of the ball. paige shakes it off, backpedaling towards half court. nika inbounds the ball to azzi, who catches it with ease, her eyes already scanning the floor. she takes off.

azzi crosses the court with light jogging, but picks up her speed to weave through two defenders like its second nature. paige trails behind, watching the way azzi moves— fluid, smooth, unshakable. the crowd’s energy builds as azzi dribbles hard to the right, then cuts back to her left, the opposing player stumbling to keep up with her quick movements.

she drives into the paint, sees a small opening at the rim, and goes for it— an easy, fast layup attempt just like they’ve practiced a thousand times before. expect this time, the help defender crashes in hard. too hard.

azzi’s body twists awkwardly as she’s hit off balance. she lands before the other girl, her left foot skidding slightly across the court— and her right knee buckles underneath her.

a painful, sharp crack.

azzi crumbles to the floor, a strangled gasp escaping her lips. her body tenses and she clutches her knee. the gym goes silent immediately— so quiet you could hear a pin drop. the only sound now is the echo of the whistle and azzi’s short, pained breaths.

“azzi!” paige’s voice cuts through the stillness, panicked, raw.

she’s the first to reach azzi— because who else? paige drops to her knees beside her as other teammates join standing around the freshman. her face is tight with pain, shaking her head as if denying what just happened could somehow make it go away.

“it’s okay, you’re okay,” paige says quickly, her hand stroking her head. “just breath, you’re fine.” but her voice trembles, because she doesn’t know if she is. and that terrifies paige, more than anything.

azzi rips her eyes open, letting out a deliberate breath of air. she continues to hold her knee as her gaze finds paige in an instant.

the trainer kneels beside the two, scanning the scene at hand. “you’re knee?” she asks, eyeing it closely, searching for swelling.

azzi winces as her leg is gently lifted. “yes,” she manages to say, her voice small.

“we’ll need to get her back to the locker room,” the trainer explains, motioning for assistance. “get some ice on it, maybe imaging later.”

azzi nods, jaw clenched. she’s not quite crying, but her eyes are glassy with frustration, disappointment. paige doesn’t miss the opportunity to squeeze her hand— three times, for good measure— before pulling away to give the medical staff some space.

she watches as azzi is helped off the court, who is able to walk on her own. it’s a good sign, but paige doesn’t miss the limp azzi has while making her way back to the locker room.

the fans clap softly in support, paige stands frozen near midcourt, hands on her hips, trying to breath. nika jogs up, obviously sensing paige is panicking on the inside. she puts her hand on the blonde’s back, rubbing back and forth in a soothing motion.

“she’s fine, p,” nika reassures her, a comforting smile playing at her lips.

paige nods, trying to convince herself that azzi’s fine, she’s alright, she’s going to be okay.

coach auriemma tries to regroup the team, get their heads back in the game. but paige isn’t listening. not when azzi isn’t here, playing alongside her. her mind is already back in the locker room, thinking of azzi sitting on the training table, her knee wrapped in ice.

if she wasn’t focused before, she definitely isn’t now.

“azzi?”

the game finally comes to an end after what feels like forever. paige manages to skip media for the day and head straight back to the locker room, hoping to find azzi and check in on how’s she doing. she turns the corner to see azzi laying motionless on the training table, her leg stretched out in front of her, ice already strapped to her knee.

“hey,” azzi offers a smile.

“hey,” paige replies, her own lips rising against her will. she has never been able to not smile whenever azzi did. “have they said anything? is it serious?”

azzi’s quiet for a moment. “they said a knee sprain,” she begins, “i guess i got lucky. only two weeks off.”

paige lets out a breath of relief. thank the god above, she thinks. it’s not the best case scenario, but definitely not the worst.

“thank jesus,” paige sighs, her eyes fluttering shut as she holds her hands together, in a prayer gesture.

azzi chuckles, the sound low and tired. she scoots over, moving so theres enough room for two to sit side by side. she pats next to her. the sophomore takes the seat, laying out alongside azzi. she instantly turns on her side, facing the younger girl and tangling their legs together.

it’s quiet for a minute, yet the silence is comfortable, because it’s them. paige and azzi.

paige curls her arm around azzi’s head, her hand now resting on her nape. “you scared me,” she admits, her voice barely above a whisper. “like… really scared me.”

“aw, you worried about me?” azzi teases, her eyes twinkling.

paige rolls her eyes. “shut up,” she pouts. “you know i am.”

azzi softens. “no need to be. i’m perfectly fine,” she states, firm and direct. her tone drops, a little more honest. “okay, maybe not perfectly fine, physically. it did hurt like hell.”

paige’s eyebrows quirk upwards. “i bet.” she looks down, eyeing the ice on azzi’s knee. slowly, carefully, she pulls it away, taking a proper look. it’s definitely swollen, that’s for sure. “damn, az.”

“it’s not that bad now,” she says, looking at it as well.

paige rests the ice back on the sensitive area, gently enough so it wouldn’t cause azzi any sort of pain. she pauses for a moment. “i was bouta jump that bitch who did this to you. swear. i barely held back.”

azzi giggles, the sound warm and delicate— a sound paige replays in her brain, over and over and over again. “that sounds accurate.”

“i would’ve, if coach wasn’t there. nobody’s allowed to hurt you and get away with it,” she explains.

azzi bites her lip, holding back another chuckle. without thinking— almost instinctual— azzi reaches down, grabbing paige’s hand in hers. she intertwines their fingers, rubbing her thumb against paige’s knuckle.

“thank you,” she whispers.

she means it. with everything in her, she means those little, stupid words.

paige doesn’t reply. she simply squeezes azzi’s hand— once, twice, three times— then lifts it to her lips, pressed a soft kiss to the back. her eyes don’t leave azzi’s, steady and warm, saying everything she can’t.

two days later, they win again. barely— by a total of 8 points. it’s messy, gritty, and makes paige play with her jaw clenched the whole second half like she’s pissed about what happened. like she continues to carry the image of azzi clutching her knee on the floor.

instead, azzi watches from the sidelines, a smile never touching her lips. she’s dressed in uconn gear, her brace hidden under loose sweatpants, arms crossed over her chest. they’re better than this— the game really shouldn’t be this close, yet it is.

when the final buzzer goes off, the team lets out a collective breath of relief. paige barely reacts. she shakes hands with the opposing players, nods through the post game huddle, then disappears into the locker room, able to get out of media once again.

coach suggests they need to unwind. so they go out— some place with string lights, too many chairs pushed together, and a menu full of a variety of options. the team’s loud, filling the space with too much energy. laughter spills over half full glasses.

azzi’s got her leg propped up on another chair, leaning back. she’s smiling but quiet, only talking whenever she’s being directly addressed. paige is quiet, too. her mind is still back in the game, going through the motions of her mistakes and how she could’ve prevented them.

the pair is sitting side by side, as expected, close enough to where their legs— azzi’s good one— slightly touch. it doesn’t fail to send jolts of energy through paige, like a rush of adrenaline.

each girl receives their food of choice and immediately starts eating away. the table’s chaos fades into background noise as paige tunes it out, to engrossed in the meal in front of her. and hyperaware of the girl next to her.

at some point, the blonde excuses herself to go to the bathroom. she doesn’t really need to— just needs a second. a breath. space.

on her way back, she stops to glance at the small tv over the bar. a nba game plays— knicks vs celtics. she stands there for a second, zoned out. watching movement. defense. missed opportunities. a player goes down, his pained face filling the screen.

“you’re either a celtics fan or a masochist,” someone says to her left.

she turns. a woman— early twenties, confident, dressed like she belongs somewhere cooler than this place— leans against the counter beside her, a hand wrapped around a glass.

paige huffs a laugh. “celtics fan.”

the woman’s eyes flick towards the screen, then back to the blonde. “you play?”

“something like that.”

she raises an eyebrow, intrigued. “let me guess— a guard. controls the floor.”

paige doesn’t answer, but a faint smirk plays at her lips. the woman steps a little closer.

“thought so,” she says, sipping her drink. “i’m naomi. what’s your name?”

“paige.” she keeps the answer short and sweet, not really looking to start a conversation. not when she has someone waiting for her back at their table.

the woman smiles. “figures.”

paige tilts her head, “figures?”

“just— fits you. strong. sharp,” she pauses. “pretty.”

paige exhales through her nose, amused but not biting. she shifts her weight, eyes drifting back toward the table.

naomi notices, “not into compliments?”

“depends who they’re from.”

she lets that hang between them for a beat. then she grins again, softer this time.

“ah, i see,” she says, cocking her head slightly. then after a moment, adds, “your girlfriend’s been staring daggers at me for the past two minutes.”

paige blinks. “what?”

naomi nods toward the table. “dark curly hair. knee brace. very intense eyes.” she takes a sip. “she looks like she’d fight me in the parking lot just for talking to you.”

paige turns her head— and sure enough, azzi’s staring. elbow on the table, hand half curled near her mouth, gaze locked on paige like nothing else exists in the room.

she doesn’t look away.

and for the first time that night, paige forgets all the mistakes she made in the second half. forgets the box score. forgets how to breath, too. just for a second.

paige thinks about what naomi had said. “she’s not—“

“not your girlfriend?” she cuts her off, eyebrows raised.

paige doesn’t answer.

the woman smirks, taking another fast swig of her beverage. “rigghht.”

“you’re a lucky girl,” naomi continues speaking, “if she were mine, i wouldn’t look at anyone else either.”

it’s right then that azzi appears beside them, quiet steps. calm face, trying to pretend that she wasn’t blatantly watching them moments prior.

“sorry,” she says, barely acknowledging naomi’s presence, “just need more napkins.”

paige looks at her— and it’s as if the noise of the restaurant drops out completely.

azzi’s close now, and paige sees everything in her face: the patience, the tension, the ache she’s pretending not to show. and something else, too. something waiting just below the surface.

“well,” naomi clears her throat, feeling the suffocating tension between them. “it was nice to meet you, paige. good luck.”

but paige barely hears her. she’s far too focused on azzi, and the way she tries her very best to look anywhere but at paige, finding it cute.

paige is staring, eyes softening. then she smiles. not big. not performative.

just real. like she’s seeing her for the first time.

azzi finally gathers the courage to look at her, catching her smile. pauses.

“what—“ she starts to ask, voice uncertain.

but she can’t finish— not when paige’s lips are suddenly on hers, hot and messy.

no hesitation, no buildup. just a simple, clear choice. like it was her only option.

azzi freezes for half a heartbeat, but then melts into the kiss. paige’s hand drops to azzi’s waist, holding her steady in place. their mouths move gently against each others, their tongues tangled.

the restaurant still buzzes around them— twinkling lights hanging from the ceiling, loud laugher, the team shouting over one another somewhere lost in the background.

but right here, in the sliver of space, it’s silent.

it’s just them.

when they part, barely, azzi’s eyes stay closed for a second longer, like she’s still processing what just happened.

but when she opens them again, paige’s silly smile returns to her face. smaller now, a little breathless.

“hi,” paige murmers.

azzi shallows. “hi.”

they don’t say anything else.

they don’t need to.

[naturesapphic]

can i request a scarlett johansson x younger platonic reader who gets cast in a marvel film and they are both so happy to be working together? maybe with some fluffy stories of them on set? thank you!

Casted Together

Scarlett Johansson x young!fem!reader (platonic)

Warnings: fluff :)

You and Scarlett have been friends for years. Being together in movies and seeing each other outside of work is what keeps the bond together, so you were pretty excited to be coming back to marvel as Natasha’s friend in the new black widow movie.

You’ve been in almost every marvel movie that’s been out, even if it’s just a mention of your name, a cameo, or you actually being in the movie. You were pretty big and well known for your role and got really close to Scarlett when y’all first got introduced in Iron Man 2. Ever since then y’all have been inseparable.

So when you got casted in the black widow movie you were ecstatic and you knew Scarlett was too. So when y’all got on set you immediately looked for her and when you did you ran up to her, taking her into your arms, hugging her tight. “Scarlett! Ahhh im so excited!” You exclaimed and she beamed down at you. “I’m excited too love! It’s so great to be working with you again.” Scarlett said.

You agreed and that’s when the adventures began. The first day was a real hoot. That’s when you met all the cast and crew. You got along with everyone, especially Scarlett and Florence. The three of y’all were troublemakers. There was a scene y’all did with the big pole in Budapest trying to get away from one of the widows and y’all were eating cookie dough. Y’all had chocolate all over your mouths and y’alls hands were greasy.

Another funny moment was when the three of you were doing the helicopter scene and you got your phone out while a five minute break was taking place. You went in front of Scarlett and Florence, putting funny filters on them and laughing your ass off. Scarlett went over to you and started laughing her ass off as you had a horrific filter on Florence. Florence wasn’t bothered by it at all and started doing different poses on purpose.

There was another funny moment when Scarlett had the white suit on and before rolling she was doing a little dance. You popped into view behind her and started dancing without her knowing. When she realized you were behind her the two of you started dancing stupidly together which made everyone laugh. This is what you and Scarlett used to do on the other marvel movies, where the two of you would be dancing randomly when there would be little breaks in between.

Another fun time on set was when she brought her daughter rose to set from time to time. You and rose always got along, forming a close bond between you two. Whenever Scarlett had big scenes to film you would volunteer to look after rose while she filmed. Scarlett was so incredibly grateful for that and said that she didn’t know what she would do without you. You kept telling her it’s no problem and that you loved rose. Rose and you would always cause mischief too. Doing little pranks here and there on the crew and sometimes even on Scarlett which made it ten times better. All in all, being casted with Scarlett was always a blast and you absolutely loved being in black widow with her and the other incredible actors as well.

A/n: thank you anon for the request and I hope you liked it. sorry this was so short but I tried to come up with different fluff little things with them on set but my brain isn’t completely working. There’s a hurricane happening right now so that’s fun- Fall/kinktober requests are open for all characters i write! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! Take care of yourselves. I love y’all! :)

[poppitron360]

Big “I’m Back, Bitch” post after my Hiatus.

Hello All!

This is kinda just intended for close moots or anyone who was worried about me or is interested in Poppi’s Personal Life Lore, just to keep you guys up to speed on how I’m doing after some time away and what to expect from me in 2025.

SO MUCH has happened in the two months I was away from Tumblr so for starters, here is a brief list of updates I have about My life/Fandoms/General shenanigans in no particular order

- The Ithaca Saga came out and it was AMAZING. I completely ignored my stockings that Xmas morning and instead just listened to it. By the time Christmas day was over I’d already listened to it about six times.

- Yes I was at the watch party along with 206,000 other people. It was truly historical.

- The Helluva Boss sinsmas special came out and almost made me cry. It’s been a while since I was posting about that show, but dw I still watch it

- I’m now on book 3 of Magnus Chase and YES YOU WERE ALL ABSOLUTELY CORRECT I LOVE ALEX SO MUCHHHHH. Expect some Alex Fierro/Fierrochase/Jack x Riptide content from me soon

- The Star Wars Disney+ shows are better than they’ve been since Mandolorian Season One.

- HAPPY 2025!!! This can’t be a real year. 2017 was still last year. No way we’re halfway through the 20s already.

- I had a BIG LIFE UPDATE that for personal reasons I can’t share online but it was BIG and also GOOD and I’m really proud of it. It was also unexpected and not the reason I took time off for. Idk why I’m including this bc I can’t really say anything about it but I need y’all to know that something good happened. It seems like when I vent about personal stuff here I only talk about the bad but good stuff does happen sometimes too.

- I got a weighted blanket for xmas. It’s so cozy and I love it.

- I have started getting into making OCs. Some for fandoms, some not.

- Penelope is now my favourite character in Epic.

- I’ve been writing this fanfic about the children of Percabeth, Solangelo, and Valgrace going on a TLT-style quest together so stay tuned to either read that or watch me give up on it and then just infodump about the plot I would’ve written if I’d had the energy

- I’m finally caught up on The Amazing Digital Circus

- I’m finally caught up on Agatha All Along (I still have the last episode to watch)- I think Joe Locke is stuck playing Sad Gay Baby-bois for the rest of his carrer now.

- Joel Smallishbeans won Wild Life and Grian is making 7hr Hermitcraft videos now.

- I performed in a play

- I have a 133-day streak on Duolingo!!

- Technically my one year Hyperfixation anniversary of Percy Jackson! I count it as the first Wednesday after Christmas as that’s when I watched the TLT musical for the first time. Because of this, whenever I doodle an SPQR tattoo on my arm when I’m bored, I will now draw two lines under it instead of one.

- Less than one month into 2025 and I can already predict that “The Challenge” is gonna be my top song of the year on Spotify

- Overall, I’ve just been trying my best to relax and take it easy, and I think I succeeded, which is good because that’s what I needed.

Now for the slightly less lighthearted stuff. I need to set a few things straight, for myself more than anything.

Firstly, I want to clarify that mentally I'm fine. I realise my leave was sudden and might’ve worried some people, and I apologise, but I am safe. You don't have to worry about my health or wellbeing.

This too will pass, and you'll get more dedicated, hyperobsessed Poppi back again once this has all blown over. Although, the aforementioned “BIG GOOD LIFE UPDATE” might complicate things.

Holidays are a stressful time for me, as I’m sure they are for you. With that on top of work and life stuff I needed to shed some mental load and unfortunately Tumblr was the first thing to go. And it will be the first thing to go again when something else stressful shows up. Adulting is hard you guys.

I've made it no secret that I've had some stressful stuff going on in my life these past few months. Yes, I am back from hiatus. Yes, I'm taking the time to rest and take care of myself. But I do not have the physical capacity to fully administrate a Tumblr blog on top of everything else right now.

So from now on, things are gonna be a little bit different around here. I won't be making posts every day and I won't be writing large fanfics or working on any complex fanarts.

I will need to take more hiatuses as things pile up.

I don’t know when exactly, but consider it a fact (unless I say otherwise) that this will happen again.

I know a lot of you will be understanding but I want to set these rules for myself so I don't feel any pressure from my brain to provide for you all. As I'm sure most of you will relate, I have a kinda all-or-nothing attitude to my interests, and as of this point in my life I can't afford to give my all to my blog. So expect a lot less from me these next few months.

Also, still nothing on the Autism Assessment Application stuff, in case anyone was wondering about that. This is the reality of living under the NHS. But by talking to people I’ve still been able to get the help and support that I need regardless of a diagnosis. And I also have a bunch of fidget toys now!!

Anyhoo, sorry for the ramble. I neither assume nor expect everyone will bother reading this so thank you for taking the time if you did. I wanted to put all of this in one post so I don’t need to keep talking about this and boring y’all with personal details in case you’re not interested. On with the fun fandom fiascos!!

I thank you all for your patience and being so kind and considerate while I needed some rest. I could not hope for a more awesome corner of the internet to exist on. Love you all. Stay safe. I’ll see you soon!

— Poppi <3

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[imaginedisish]

Hi omg first of all ive been absolutely binging your logan fics (thank you for your service, they are amazing and you write very well)

Second idk if this is up your alley but id really really like to read a sorta-hate-fuck fem reader x logan fic (nothing TOO mean but like. when youre really attracted to someone and dont know how to deal with it but his aloofness also kinda pisses you off and youre bickering constantly and the rest of the team is very much Done with the aggressive tension whenever youre in the same room) (until you finally have some rough sex and realize you just wanted this all along)

Anon, I love you. Thank you dude <3

See y’all with this one tomorrow…..🫣It should be up early: maybe 1-3PM EST.

Happy to add you to the tag list if you’d like :)

I’m not barking. Nope not at all.

[aurora-babydoll]

Mammon headcanons :)

I’m not feeling well still but I do wanna write again and I’ve been thinking a lot about him so here y’all go. I know y’all are used to nsfw but this is just some cute little things that I think Mammon does :)

•$• he has a very wide variety when it comes to music taste but his favorite song is No More ?’s by Eazy-E

•$• if you’re in the car and he’s on aux cord he’s absolutely playing it and it makes Lucifer slam his head against the steering wheel in disappointment

•$• Mammon’s top 5 songs on Wrapped

•$• he used to make fun of Asmo for liking Ariana Grande but then the Thank U, Next album came out and he was like “fuck, this goes hard”

•$• he’s not particularly an Arctic Monkeys fan but Arabella makes him think of you so he puts it on and thinks of your pretty lil face when he needs motivation, it’s his good luck song

•$• I feel that the rest of the songs on the list are self-explanatory if you’ve heard them

•$• he has a group of friends that he plays poker with once a week and he’s very good at poker

•$• no luck at the casino but when Mammon plays poker he’s coming home with the bag. He’s got an excellent poker face and he always gets great cards

•$• he makes you come with him and sit on his lap while he plays

•$• “need ya with me, treasure, you’re my lucky charm”

•$• this man and his obsession with nicknames for you

-treasure

-pretty thing

-dollface

-darlin’

-precious

•$• and that’s just a few

•$• back on the gambling thing, whenever he wins big he’ll always get you somethin’ shiny as a gift like a new necklace or a ring.

•$• “had to pick up a pretty thing for my pretty thing, you like it?”

•$• he seems dumb but he’s actually very good at picking up on things

•$• he always knows what you’re feeling and what you need and he’ll do anything to give it to you

•$• he loves you so much, if you ever need reassurance on that he’s happy to give it

•$• “you know I love ya, treasure. Id kill for you and I’d die without you, you don’t gotta question that”

[taelonsamada]

I practically went into a fugue state when writing this 🤣 it is fully unedited, all but vomited up, but @dawnofiight got this into my head and I had to get it onto paper as soon as I could 🤣 (paper being figurative in this case) I’m sorry if it feels a bit rushed or out of character, I just had to get it out!! So have livestreamer/blogger Sam on his homestead he lovingly tends with horror gamer Darlin 😁

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“I’m particularly excited about this one, we just finished renovating the chicken coop, so now—Ah! George! Knock it off! Hey!”

Sam did a quick side step to dodge the goat head that had snaked out at his ankles, stopping in his tracks to point a warning finger at the brown and white beast that barely came past his knees. The two of them locked in a standoff with Sam’s work boots as the prize for the victor. Never mind that they were still on Sam’s damned feet, or that the entire thing was being captured by the phone currently in Sam’s hand, which was of course being livestreamed to the twenty thousand followers he’d managed to amass the last couple months.

Because that was absolutely Sam’s luck.

The stare down lasted a moment longer before ‘George’ decided the boots weren’t quite worth what the glint in Sam’s eyes meant, plodding off to likely find something else to chew on. Sam shook his head with a heavy sigh and a crooked grin, raking his fingers through his hair before resuming his walk. “I swear, I’d have made that bastard into a stew ages ago if he didn’t give his some of the best damned babies I’ve ever seen in my life. Now, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, this is the chicken coop we just finished redoing.”

Flipping the livestream to the front camera, Sam began panning the phone across the large chicken run he and Darlin’ had just finished yesterday, pride heavy in his voice. “It’s got twice the floorspace now, so they got a proper run they can explore while still havin’ a roof over their head, which’ll keep ‘em safe from the hawks and eagles. And we got this thick wood along the base to keep the coyotes from gettin’ too nosy as well. Still gotta watch for ‘em cause they’re tricky bastards, but at least we’re making their job harder on em.”

The phone turned a bit more, revealing Darlin’ crouched down inside the actual coop itself, cooing at some freshly hatched chicks as they changed out their feed and water. Their head popped up to smile and wave at Sam, who immediately waved back, a fond, warm look in his eyes. His chest aching with happiness at seeing how well they’d taken to the ‘homesteading’ life.

Knowing how drastic a change it was from the city life they were used to, the fact that they seemed to be thriving in the countryside with him only had him even more convinced he must have done something damned impressive in a previous life to be rewarded like this.

Of course, one could also argue he was equally punished for whatever he did whenever they asked him to join him on on of those horror games they would play on their own stream. Darlin’s fans loved it when he showed up, mainly because of all the cursing and yelling he’d let out during said games. He wasn’t sure what it was; horror movies were a delight for him, but there was just something about the games that had him sweating up a storm. His own subscribers also loved it when he joined in, though it was moreso to see a different side of him, since he was usually more reserved on his own channel.

That thought had him glancing to his phone to check on his livesteam, and he cursed as he saw his thumb had hit the camera flip button at some point while he was staring at Darlin’. The entire chat was losing its mind over the look he’d had on his face while he was watching Darlin’. Countless messages about being ‘moony-eyed’, ‘starstruck’, ‘down bad’ and ‘the ultimate simp’.

Instantly his face took on his usual stern, furrowed huff, shaking his head with a dramatic sigh. “Y’all are bigger fuckin’ animals than the ones I feed, I swear. Keep that up and I won’t show you Moonpie,” he warned, referring to the newly born calf that the chat demanded daily updates on. He smirked crookedly at seeing all the panicked gif reactions, pleas for forgiveness and accusations of being a bully. “Mm… lucky for y’all, Moonpie is a huge diva and loves the attention, so—Dammit, George!”

The camera swung wildly, dropping to show an angled view of the brown and white goat with his teeth locked around the tongue of Sam’s boot, tugging and yanking in an attempt to tear a hunk of the expensive leather free. “I swear, I’m cookin’ you tonight!”

[amazingmsme]

Something in the Air

AN: let’s pretend I posted this yesterday like I wanted. But this year really didn’t feel like Christmas & I’m desperately trying to chase that festive feeling. I hope y’all had a great holiday tho! Please enjoy this lil Klaus fic, I’ve wanted to write something for this movie ever since I first saw it & finally got around to it. Just a short & silly lil fic, nothing too crazy. Not sure if Alva’s ooc, but I like the idea of her being completely smitten with the new cringe fail mailman so I went with that. Mogens ships them so hard, but really it’s just more fuel for teasing. Merry late Christmas, & happy holidays!

For years, Alva has wanted nothing more than to leave this loathsome, frozen wasteland of hate where dreams come to die. She thought teaching in a northern village at the edge of the world would be charming, quaint even.

Except it was pure and utter hell from the moment she arrived. Mogens even stooped so low as to pull the battle bell trick on her: an innocent, bright eyed teacher who just wanted to know where all the children were.

"Well, you gotta ring the school bell. How else will they know class is in session?"

"Shouldn't the bell be attached to the school?" she questioned, eying the rusty bell warily, holding the rope in a loose grip.

"Sadly, this was all we could afford," Mogens sighed sadly and shook his head. Alva shrugged, and pulled the rope.

She shuddered at the memory, cursing the ferryman under her breath. Sometimes, his jokes went too far, but that's just classic Mogens.

As she looked around, things didn't seem so bad. Sure she'd chipped away at half of her saving by now, but the more the thought about it, the more she wanted to stay. And now, there was actually a reason to. Those kids needed her. And they were the spark that she needed in her life.

But... surely another spark wouldn't hurt.

She found herself thinking about Jesper more than she cared to admit, hell, she was doing it now. But there was just something about him that drew her in. Sure he was a bit whiny and stuck up, but he had a tender heart. And if it weren't for him, she wouldn't be walking home from school with a smile on her face.

It was the greatest gift anyone could have given her.

If anyone asked, Alva would say her cheeks were so flushed from the cold. Definitely no other reason.

She had to stop by the store to grab a few things, noticing a pack of Christmas cards by the checkout. She grabbed them on a whim, tossing them onto the counter along with the loaf of bread and milk. She didn't even know what she'd do with them, they just looked pretty, and Christmas was right around the corner.

She supposed she could give one to Mogens. For the longest time, he was the closest thing she had to a friend, despite all the jokes made at her expense. He offered begrudging support whenever she needed it, and conversation when she was lonely. A card would be nice. Not that he'd ever admit it. He'll probably laugh at it.

Oh well, he could use some holiday cheer.

And if she was giving one to him, then she should absolutely give one to Jesper. It would just be plain rude not to! And to be completely honest, she bought them with him in mind. He was doing so much for everyone else, but what had he gotten in return?

The woodsman also deserved a card. Such a recluse could use a bit of human connection and kindness. She wasn't quite sure, but something told her that he would appreciated the sentiment.

As she made her list, she came to a stunning realization. They had a postman. An honest to God, working postman who didn't leave after a month. Which meant that she could actually send a card to her family.

Tears welled in her eyes as she realized that for once, there would still be a mailman around by the time they send a response.

~~~

Envelopes in hand, she waltzed right into the post office. Mogens leaned on the counter, chatting with Jesper as he tried his best to ignore him. He heard the doorbell chime, calling out, "Just a minute," as he finished organizing his desk. He turned around expecting to see another child, lighting up when he saw Alva instead.

"Well hello stranger! Fancy seeing you here," he teased. She couldn't help but roll her eyes. Mogens snorted, clearly amused.

"Hi Jesper, Mogens," the tone of her greeting shifted drastically depending on who was addressed. "I just need to mail some letters."

"Really? That's a shock, I didn't know you had friends," the ferryman chuckled snidely.

She fixed him with a harsh glare, sneering, "Like you do?"

"Sure, got three of 'em, right here," he drawled.

Jesper opened his mouth to speak, "Aw, that's-"

"And their names are me myself and I. Ha!" He barked out a laugh at his own joke, slapping a hand on his knee.

"Heeey!" Jesper scolded, which only made him laugh harder.

"Don't worry, you're working your way up to an acquaintance," he taunted. Jesper rolled his eyes, crossing his arms with a huff.

"Lucky me."

Alva watched the exchange with a fond expression, a smirk playing at her lips. Mogens caught her staring and shot her a wink. Her eyes widened and a blush spread across her cheeks. Her blush darkened when he proceeded to prod Jesper's side, earning a loud shriek.

"Lighten up, will ya!" he teased, smirking in response to the mailman's glare, but it didn't hold a candle to Alva's steely gaze. Not that it was a competition or anything.

"I'll pass," Jesper deadpanned, negated by the smile twitching at his lips. Mogens shrugged, walking backwards towards the door.

"Alright then. I'll leave you to your mail," he waved goodbye before shutting the door, leaving the pair alone.

"What's that supposed to mean? Like, why'd he say it like that? Mail," he mocked, smiling proudly when Alva giggled.

"Oh you know how he is," she shook her head, leaning against the front desk. "But believe it or not, I really do have something to mail."

"Do you now?" he asked, quirking an brow.

She pulled the envelopes out of her pocket, and his eyes lit up.

"Four somethings! You know, I think this is a new record," he mused as he took the small stack from her. He began stamping, but something caught his eye. "Wait, what's this? Is- is this my name?" he asked, pointing at the letter clearly marked Jesper Johansson in fancy letters.

"Well would you look at that, the postman can read," she taunted to distract from her own growing embarrassment.

"Oho, we're gonna play that game, are we? In that case, I think I'll read it right now," he countered, making sure to stamp it before reaching for the letter opener.

"You can't read that right now!" she sounded just a smidge more frantic than she was going for, but it made Jesper stop in his tracks.

"Uuuh, why not?" he asked.

"Because... it's a Christmas card, so you have to wait!" she justified.

"Ha! That silly little rule only applies to children and presents. Everyone knows that," he brushed her off, tearing open the envelope.

The last thing Alva wanted was to be standing there while he read what she wrote. It was sappy and cheesy, and she even drew a Christmas tree! He was supposed to read it at home, when she was nowhere around to see his reaction!

Alva acted quickly, snatching the card from his hands just as he was about to open it. "Hey, what gives!"

"I told you what gives," she smirked triumphantly. She hopped up to sit on his desk, swinging her feet as she hummed a Christmas song. Jesper eyed her from behind, moving ever so slowly before suddenly reaching out to snatch it from her grasp.

"Aha! I win!" he proclaimed, waving the card in the air. Alva yelped when he yanked it away, spinning around to face him.

"Give that back!"

"See, I really would, buuuut, you mailed this to me, so I'd need a return stamp to give it back, and I'm fresh out," he explained, sporting an exaggerated pout to aid in the lie, even if he knew it wouldn't fool her for a second.

"Don't need it back, just want you to wait 'til Christmas," she bargained. Jesper looked from Alva, to the card, then back to Alva.

"And if I don't..." he trailed off, looking expectantly.

She remembered the way he jumped when Mogens poked his side and smirked.

"Then I'll do this." Rather than explain herself, she lunged forward, skittering her fingers up his ribs. He squealed and threw himself against the back wall to get away.

"NOHO! How did you even kno- Mogens!" he gasped at the realization. He tickled him in front of Alva on purpose! He was sure of it!

"To be honest, I probably would've figured it out," she said casually, as though she wasn't currently taking him apart. "You just look like you'd be crazy ticklish," she couldn't help but tease.

Jesper flailed and yelped as she moved to his belly, doubling over in laughter.

"Thahahat's like thehe meanest thihihing you've ehever said tohoho mehehe!" he whined, slowly sinking to the floor. She followed him, kneeling beside him.

"Really? 'Cause I meant it as a compliment." And she did. He was awkward and lanky, with a dorky smile and goofy laugh; how could he be anything other than incredibly sensitive?

Jesper's blush darkened at her words, and he curled into a protective ball on the ground. He swatted weakly at her hands, bubbly giggles spilling out.

"Wehehell ihihit's not aha very good one!" he managed to speak through his laughter, so clearly she wasn't tickling enough.

"What, you don't agree?" she cooed, reaching up to scribble behind his ears. Jesper let out a loud snort, immediately slapping not one, but both hands over his mouth. Alva didn't bother hiding her delight, "Oho my God, you snort, too? That's adorable!"

Jesper was sure he was going to die. What a way to go: tickled to death by his (admittedly kinda mean) crush. Arguably worse than freezing to death, and with none of the dignity.

He shook his head frantically, muffled squeals and snorts mingling with his trapped laughter.

"No? Then what would you call it?" she taunted, but Jesper was nothing if not a stubborn brat.

"Hohow about ugly and stupid?" Even though he meant what he said, he really did mean it as a joke. Maybe even garner up enough sympathy to make her stop.

"What did you just say?"

Uh oh.

"I-I uh-"

Clearly that was the wrong thing to say.

"You don't need to be so hard on yourself, Jesper. Take it back," she demanded. He opened his mouth to argue, but twitching fingers along his waist drew out a bark of laughter instead.

"OHOKAY, FINE! You wihihin! I'll dohoho ahahanythihing you wahahant!" he pleaded, unsure how long he could last under such torture. Alva hummed in thought, smirking proudly.

"Anything, huh?" she asked, giggling when Jesper merely groaned. "How about you just save that card for Christmas, and we'll call it even."

"Even? HA! You call that round of torture getting even? For a- a joke! Yeah right, I think you just enjoy bullying me," he complained more so just to be dramatic.

"Yeah well, you make it pretty easy," she drawled, offering him a hand up. He glared at her for a moment before accepting the gesture.

"What're you talking about? I didn't do anything!"

"That's what makes it so easy," she shot back, leaving him speechless. She slipped his Christmas card back in the opened envelope and handed it back.

"You..." he trailed off, shaking the card in her direction in a chastising motion, "Are a piece of work."

She smirked and gave a small shrug. "Aw, thank you!"

"Y'know, I think you might have your compliments and your insults mixed up," he teased, watching as she slowly made her way to the door.

"Or maybe you do."

Jesper had no time to question what she meant before she slipped out the door, back into the cold.

[vampwritesstuff]

if you dont mind, can i request sfw headcanons on how the tmnt show affection towards their (gender-neutral) crush/partner before and after getting together? your tmnt headcanons are so cute ❤

TMNT Brothers Showing Affection

Yes !! So requests may come out slower because I’m currently in trouble with my parents and I won’t have much time to post headcannons and stuff- oops but I will work on some of the requests that I do have during this time and close my requests until I can post more !

Type: Headcannons

TMNT Version: unspecified, but I imagined 2012/Bayverse while writing this !

Requested?: Requested, refer to ask above

CW: None, gender neutral reader

LEO

- Before you guys get together, he’s actually very respectful of your boundaries and doesn’t really go past hugging unless you initiate a different form of physical contact like hand holding.

- Short circuits if you even hold his hand before y’all start dating.

- Will give you a nickname or two but they’re usually just plays on your name and not like pet names.

- Although he totally uses them like pet names and uses them to flirt.

- Poor boy just wants to grab your face and kiss you all over 😔

- He gets much more bolder with his affection after you get together.

- Is actually the one who initiates most cuddle sessions.

- He’s touch starved so please just hold him and he’ll melt like putty.

- Likes to just nuzzle his head into the crook of your neck while hugging you from behind and doesn’t care what you’re doing.

RAPH

- Before you start dating, he’s not really affectionate at all.

- Seriously, all you might get is a fist bump or a high five.

- However there may have been a few occasions where he got really happy and actually picked you up into a bear hug and spun you around while shouting.

- Refuses to acknowledge that ever happened though.

- Totally a softie once you start dating though.

- And those bear hugs? LAWD HIS HUGS WOULD BE LIKE HEAVEN.

- Very very good hugs, 10/10 absolutely recommend.

- He’s like your personal weighted blanket, he will just lay on top of you whenever he feels like it.

- But obviously he doesn’t put his full weight cause he’s afraid he may crush you.

- If you’re shorter than him, he’s definitely picking you up to reach high places.

MIKEY

- Not much of a difference before and after you start dating, he’s a very affectionate person in general.

- Maybe his hugs and such become a bit more romantic feeling than friendly?

- Loves holding your hands, like literally can’t get enough of it.

- If he hasn’t gotten to see you in a while he will quite literally koala hug you and not let go for a solid 10 minutes.

- Gives you head pats. That’s it. That’s all I gotta say on that.

- He plays with your hair, doesn’t care how short/long/etc. it is, he’s finding a way to run his fingers through your hair.

- 10/10 head massages.

- Speaking of massages, he has a habit of rubbing your shoulders when you’re feeling stressed.

- Likes to cuddle up on the couch of the lair while you guys eat pizza and watch tv.

DONNIE

- This man does not know how to function around you before you start dating.

- Literally cannot handle any physical affection because he just short circuits.

- He just sticks to trying to impress you with his inventions.

- Eventually is okay enough to handle simple contact like quick side hugs.

- Oh but after you start dating? He is ALL over you.

- Loves to have you sit on his lap while he’s working in his lab.

- Quite literally made a chair that makes it possible for it to happen while being very comfortable at the same time.

- Still gives you lots of gifts that he makes.

- Please tell him that his inventions make you happy, he loves hearing that from you.

[crimsonwolfheadcanonsandsnippets]

Plushie

(Day Eleven! Super excited to be writing some Cleon. This is a snippet from a new series I’m gonna be writing at some point. “When the Residents Aren’t Evil”. The name is still in the works if y’all wanna throw some suggestions for that in the comments too lol. Also, I cannot for the life of me write prompt ten, so I've finally decided to skip it and move on. I'll probably be trying to play catch-up today and tomorrow, so more posts than normal.)

Claire’s eating a muffin as she looks over her homework assignments. She doesn’t have a lot left to do, but she really doesn’t want to do it right now. There’s nothing else to do since she cleaned her and Chris’ entire apartment yesterday and the laundry’s done. Chris couldn’t sleep last night and did it, also couldn’t understand why Claire wasn’t happy about it either. 

A knock on the door turns her attention away from her homework. She waits, leaning back. Another knock after a minute, so she gets up and checks the peephole. Leon Kennedy, still in his blues. 

She opens the door, “Did you just get off of work?” 

He nods, “I promised you that we’d go to the arcade today and if I went home, I would have ended up passing out on the couch.” 

She sighs and shakes her head. “Come on, you can take me and change. I’ll make sure that you don’t pass out.” 

“Sounds like a plan.” 

They drive to Leon’s apartment and he goes into his room. She starts looking around at his mostly empty apartment. Leon comes out in a loose fitting t-shirt and jeans. He’s running a hand through his hair, messing it up from the style he wore to work. Once he gets close enough but clearly still distracted by his hair, Claire hugs him from behind. 

“Hey,” he says, barely tensing before relaxing and patting her hands. 

She lays her head against his back. “Maybe we can skip the arcade,” she mumbles. 

“Absolutely not,” Leon replies. “You’ve been looking forward to it for weeks.” 

“What if I changed my mind? What if I’d rather just take a nap?” 

“Is school bothering you?” 

He always knows exactly what it is, doesn’t he? 

She hums in agreement. 

“I can’t really help you with the actual work since I’m dumber than you are, but would it help if I was there to encourage you?” 

“You’re not dumb.” 

“And that’s not what I said. There’s a difference between being dumb and being compared to a genius.” 

Claire laughs, then opens her eyes and picks her head up. “Fine. Arcade, then light studying. Finally, a nap before Chris gets home.” 

“Yeah, I know I gotta be out before Chris gets home or he’s kicking my ass.” 

“It would be fine if we weren’t asleep, or within six feet of each other,” Claire jokes, which makes Leon laugh. 

Leon leads Claire out of the apartment and down to his Jeep. Once they’re on the road, something hits Claire. 

“If it’s opening night, won’t it be super busy?” 

“Actually, opening night is tomorrow. The guy who owns it owed me a favor, so he agreed to let us come by whenever today. He said that we’re ‘testing the machines’.” 

“Wow, so important of you.” 

Leon laughs, “Yeah, definitely. I just helped him when he had a problem with teens smoking and drinking in the building.” 

“Very important work, Lieutenant Kennedy.” 

He nods, his eyes flickering to her for a moment before returning to the road. When they get there, it’s a decent sized building. 

“How did I not realize this was gonna be here before you told me?” she asks as she gets out. 

“Raccoon City is a big place. Since you don’t live here regularly, it’s easy to miss things like this,” Leon answers, offering Claire his arm. 

She links arms with him and they head up to the building. He knocks on the door and a man in forties opens the door. He lets them in and once Leon’s paid for tokens, they’re let loose. Claire loses track of time as they play games. She really only takes stock of how long they have to have been there by how tired Leon looks. 

“Should we head out?” Claire asks. 

Leon looks at his watch. “I want to try the claw machine first. Once I do that, then we can go.” 

They walk over to the claw machine. 

“What do you want?” Leon asks. 

She looks over the stuffed animals, then points to the very cute looking T-Rex near the back. Leon nods, then puts the tokens in. He seems focused, so Claire tries not to laugh at the rather intense look on his face. He gets the T-Rex on the first go and offers it to her. 

She takes it, “My hero.” 

He gives her a shy smile, which makes her laugh. “Do you want me to drive?” 

“Nah, I’m good to drive. Let’s trade the tickets in and head back to your place.” 

Leon lets Claire pick all of the prizes, which she has a lot of fun with. The drive home is filled with Claire naming all of the things she got and teasingly poking Leon with the sticky hand that she got. He’s a champ about it and smiles for her. They get there and he takes most of her things upstairs. Once they get in, he drops onto the couch. 

“Take your shoes off,” Claire instructs as she puts away her gifts. 

She hears Leon’s shoes hit the floor, then the creak of the couch letting her know that he laid down. She walks back in and his eyes are closed. 

“Do you want something to eat?” 

“No thank you,” he says. “Also, I believe in you. You’ll kick that works’ ass.” 

She laughs, then taps him. He cracks his eyes open, so she gets on the couch with him. 

“Work,” he mumbles. 

“It can wait. I’m tired and a nap will motivate me.” 

He wraps an arm around her, gently pinning her to his chest. “I can live with that.” 

She settles down and lays her head against his chest. His soft snoring lets her know that he fell asleep and she falls asleep not long after.

[duckprintspress]

Meet the Aether Beyond the Binary Contributors: Mikki Madison

Today, we’re kicking off introducing y’all to the contributors to Aether Beyond the Binary, our currently crowdfunding awesome anthology of 17 stories set in aetherpunk settings starring genderqueer and non-binary characters, with an interview with writer Mikki Madison and excerpt from her contribution!

About Mikki Madison: Mikki Madison has been writing stories since she was seven years old.  While she is most prolific in fanfiction and has works scattered among  more than a dozen fandoms, she has been making strides into original  fiction. Her favorite genres to read are romance, fantasy, and cozy  mysteries. When she isn’t reading, writing, or falling headfirst into a  new fandom, she can be found baking, doing puzzles, walking her foster  dog, doting on her niblings, or playing Pokemon Go. She has also written  under the name M. K. Mads. Link: Tumblr

Mikki Madison has been involved with Duck Prints Press since our first project, and has contributed to two previous anthologies: And Seek (Not) to Alter Me: Queer Fanworks Inspired by Shakespeare’s Much Ado About Nothing and He Bears the Cape of Stars. She’s also written two short stories with the Press, one – The Fated Prince published on our webpage (and included in the contributor short-story bundle campaign add-on!) and It Happened on Maple Street, which is Patreon-backer exclusive.

Q&A with Mikki Madison

Are you a pantser, a planner, or a planster? What’s your process look like?

I’m a planner. I virtually always have an outline for any project I’m working on, whether it’s a quick scribbled bullet list or more involved note cards. The note cards are typically for novels, while short stories  I can get away with something less involved. It helps to keep me on track and if the story veers while I’m writing, I can adjust either the  outline or the story as I need to.

Do you like having background noise when you create?  What do you listen to? Does it vary depending on the project, and if so, how?

It varies depending on project and also where I am. I have a bunch of story- or genre-specific iTunes playlists that I would listen to whenever I was at in-person write-ins, which usually contained movie and video game scores because I write most easily with instrumental music playing. So if I was writing a fantasy story, I’d have a playlist with the score from the LOTR movies or Final Fantasy games, and if it was a sci-fi story, I’d have Star Wars, and steampunk would be the movie scores from the Guy Ritchie Sherlock Holmes movies. Recently someone in the DPP server shared a link to a YouTube channel with immersive writing sessions that are about 2 hours long, with 25-minute sprints interspersed with 5-minute breaks. I’ve been putting that channel on the TV while I’m writing at home and it’s really helped me focus!

What are your favorite snacks and/or drinks to consume while creating?

As you can probably tell from a glance at my Tumblr, I love tea. I’m virtually always drinking tea, especially when it’s cold outside.

What are your favorite tropes?

Found family is one of my absolute favorite tropes. I love seeing a disparate group of people come together to care about each other. I’m also a huge fan of rivals to lovers and second-chance romances. Plus, the grumpy one is soft for the sunshine one!! I love it when the grumpy one is soft for the sunshine one.

Tell us about your pet(s).

Right now, I don’t have any full-time pets – I foster dogs for a local rescue. I’ve had 9 dogs over the course of the past year, from 80-pound coonhounds to 3-pound chihuahua puppies. It’s been extremely rewarding and I’ve had so much fun getting to know all the different dogs. It’s hard when I have to let them go, but I know that they’re not “my” dogs and I’m happy that they’re getting to go to a forever family.

What’s the best advice you’ve ever received?

This quote from E.L. Konigsburg: “Finish. The difference between being a writer and being a person of talent is the discipline it takes to apply  the seat of your pants to the seat of your chair and finish. Don’t talk about doing it. Do it. Finish.”

Novels in particular are marathons, and finishing a story of that length is a skill you’ve got to build. It’s fine if it gets trunked, it’s fine if you never edit it, but I think especially as a younger writer, you really need to learn to at least finish that first draft. It helped me tremendously early on to focus on finishing my stories, instead of just editing the beginnings over and over and over.

What are your favorite resources and tools for your craft?

A friend of mine has gifted me a couple of writing-related card decks – one is a prompt deck called Writer’s XL Emergency Pack, another is a card game called Once Upon a Time. I’ve recently been using both to come up with short story ideas and it’s been really fun!

I draw anywhere from 3-9 cards, depending on the length of what I’m doing, and then start brainstorming how to use the different cards  within a story. If I’m not feeling one of the cards, I discard it and  draw another one. 

For example, I was recently working on a story where I knew one of the MCs didn’t want to work with the other one, but I didn’t know why. I knew that was going to be a big plot point, but none of the ideas I’d come up with seemed to fit. So I started drawing some cards out of the Once Upon a Time deck to see if that might spark something. Three of the first cards I drew were “secret,” “wolf,” and “cure.” Bam! A secret werewolf looking for a cure. That gave me my motivation and helped me  outline the back half of the story.

When you’re writing short stories for NaNoWriMo and you’re desperately trying to come up with something else for your word count, these are lifesavers. And I like the physicality of shuffling and drawing them.

Share five of your favorite books. 

Guards! Guards! by Terry Pratchett – if you enjoy fantasy and comedy and you haven’t yet read the Discworld series, this is a fantastic place to start. The Night Watch books are probably my favorites and this one is  excellent. 

The Heiress Effect by Courtney Milan – Honestly I love all of Courtney Milan’s romance novels, but The Brothers Sinister series (of which The Heiress Effect is the second book) is really, really great. I love Jane, the heroine of this story, SO MUCH, and the secondary romance between her sister and a lawyer is so, so sweet. I’ve read it three or four  times at this point.

The House in the Cerulean Sea by TJ Klune – I love found families and fantasy and romance, so this book was right up my alley and I read the entire thing in one go. The kids particularly were wonderful.

The Kaiju Preservation Society by John Scalzi – Another book I read in one go, and it was SO much fun that I couldn’t put it down. Scalzi’s sci-fi is both funny and accessible, and another thing I liked about this book was that the first-person POV and the unisex name (Jamie) meant that you can read the main character as any gender you’d like.

The Long Way to a Small, Angry Planet by Becky Chambers – I really loved the structure of this book: essentially several episodes of this ship’s  crew becoming closer as they make their way across the galaxy on a yearlong journey to help create a new wormhole. It was both fascinating  and heart-wrenching.

And my +1 (because we do 5+1 in fandom, yeah?): A Clash of Steel by C. B. Lee – This is a queer YA retelling of Treasure Island set in 1820s China, and it’s an absolute delight. Lee’s descriptions are so vivid that it feels like you’re actually there, and the romance is so, so good.

About Mikki Madison’s Aether Beyond the Binary Contribution

Title: Mixed Dough

Tags: bakery, bed and breakfast, character injury (permanent), character injury (serious), cults, death of a sibling (past), emotional hurt/comfort, food (graphic descriptions), gender exploration, gender non-conforming character, getting together, hurt/comfort, m/nb, non-binary, past tense, plane crash, tattooed, third person limited pov

Excerpt:

“Your plane crashed,” Jules explained. “You’re badly injured. Help is on the way. I’ll—”

The pilot’s eyes grew wide, and they struggled to speak. Jules leaned in closer, putting his ear as close to the pilot’s mouth as he dared.

“Where…?”

It was the only word Jules could make out. “You’re in New Blanchard. Or, well, just outside of it.”

The pilot’s eyes closed and their whole body sagged. “Thank fuck.”

They were still breathing, albeit barely, so Jules didn’t panic. He glanced back toward the bed-and-breakfast and the road; the ambulance lights were pulling into the driveway. “The ambulance is here. I’ll…”

His eyes fell on a tattoo peeking over the collar of the pilot’s shirt. In and of itself, that wasn’t a cause for concern, but given the shape and that the pilot had been in a gas-powered plane…

Jules pulled the shirt down to reveal a tattoo of three interlocking rings, about the size of a half-dollar.

Well. Shit.

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I’m working through my inbox but don’t want to drown y’all’s feed in my asks so I’m grouping as many together as I can. Q&A below:

MISC SONIC ASKS

Thank you so very much! I was trying to really combine both Amy and Sonic’s aesthetics. Amy is classy and design oriented so I wanted to keep that feel, but I wanted to show how their home would evolve once she and Sonic start living together. Sonic’s never canonically had a house, but he travels so much that I headcanon that he’s constantly collecting trinkets and souvenirs from all the places he’s visited. So I wanted to give them a very “worldly” design style. If you’re familiar with Uncharted 4, I picture Sonic and Amy’s house being very much like Nate and Elena’s beach house.

I love interior design and architecture but I’m not great at drawing it (yet). Once I improve I want to do a full layout of their house for my stories (and the future Shadora Fortress).

I really enjoyed the movies and I’m excited for the third! I hope they give Shadow a voice that’s deep and delicious and doesn’t sound like a sniveling villain. I don’t like it when they cast him with a very generic evil voice, I prefer it when he’s got depth. Honestly I’d be happy if they stuck with Ian Hanlin, he’s perfect to me. 

For the record, I absolutely love that game. Some of my favorite memories involve me and my best friend playing it. He ABSOLUTELY is an avid gun collector. I love seeing the memes of Shadow just rambling off about gun details. BUT HE KEEPS THAT CRAP LOCKED UP IN A SAFE AND UNLOADED AT ALL TIMES!!!!

At least for my stories he isn’t one to actually threaten to harm anybody for wanting to date his kids. He dealt with that enough trying to be with Aurora. But you can bet he won’t think anybody’s worthy to date his kids lol

First of all, I am ALWAYS down for Sonic singing his feelings. Like that is my #1 favorite thing in every story. Whenever he breaks out the guitar/lute I’m like “HELL YEAH LET’S DO THIS”

Secondly, that SONG omg!!! I’d never heard it before but wow 😭 I couldn’t love it more. I completely agree and thank you so much for sharing with me!

That is so funny that you say that. It was not my intention to make human Sonic look like RCS but honestly he is my favorite Sonic at this point so maybe it came out subliminally! Also I think Roger is just so damn handsome so I will take that as a compliment lol! 

SHIPPING ASKS

I do ship them but I don’t know about them having kids. I don’t really know those characters well enough to write family members for them and I wouldn’t want to do it wrong. Thank you!

I’m fine with any of your ships as long as it’s not with relatives. And as long as you keep my characters “in character” then that’s fine. 

Interesting! 🤔 I haven’t heard that pairing before but hey I’m certainly not going to tell you that you can’t ship them together. 

I loved Amy the minute I saw her so just from a superficial level I was like “These two are too cute together!” But I really fell in love with them when their story evolved and we got to see their dynamism in the games outside of just a cute little pink sprite in Sonic CD. And Sonic X really sealed the deal haha So many romantic moments between them in that show, God bless. 

Sonic and Amy were just making out, not anything more. Orbot and Cubot aren’t accustomed to seeing that so that’s why they reacted that way. 

I don’t have any plans on that at the moment. I like that universe and I especially loved how Sonic acted around her in it, but idk if I’ll make a comic about it. But I can never say never!

PERSONAL ASKS

I’m sorry to have worried you, but honestly I was okay while I was away. I went through a lot of major life events and I had lost my drawing mojo and was fighting to get it back. But now it’s back with a vengeance!

I plan on doing both. I know several amazing parents who do a wonderful job raising their kids and still follow their passion.

Thank you so much! I’m self-taught, but I’ve researched a lot of tutorials and references to help me improve over my life. The number one thing people need to study if they want to do comics or animations or anything is ANATOMY! You don’t have to take an anatomy class (I didn’t), but look up references and tutorials to learn how the spine works, how the muscles work, proportions, etc. Even if your characters don’t fall into the typical human form, you still need to understand skeletal structure and muscles. 

I’m not an avid listener but I do like some if her songs :)

I’m in the process of assembling that. There’s a lot so it’s taking time lol 

WILL YOU CONTINUE HHNF?

Yes I’m going to continue HHNF

AURORA ASKS

Thank you! Yes that’s pretty accurate. Their family is all about honesty and telling the truth, but younger Aurora doesn’t like to share all the details with Sonic because he’s so reactive with her and will quickly try to fix whatever the problem is and Aurora wants to learn to fix it herself. Amy is more willing to just listen to Aurora and offer advice if Aurora asks for it. Amy WANTS to beat up whoever is upsetting her daughter but she also knows the importance of learning how to fight for yourself so she wants Aurora to feel empowered to do that. 

Thank you! I hope you’re having a great day too! I think Amy is better at TALKING through feelings and Sonic’s better at the overall cheering up way of handling things. So as long as there’s nothing terribly awful bothering Aurora and she’s just feeling a little down, he’ll find ways to make her laugh. Sometimes that means walking in unexpectedly in a costume to shock her or dragging her out of the room to have a musical jam session together. 

Sonic’s also known to give people flowers when they’re sad in canon (he does this regularly in the games and in Sonic X), so he’ll bring her bright, colorful flowers to make her smile. 

In my AU, Eggman has already kind of peaked by the time of Boom!Baby. He’s softened a lot and isn’t interested so much in world domination as he just wants attention lol. Having Sage and becoming a father further helped me justify that with my AU. 

He's also particularly sentimental towards Aurora since he helped deliver her, so he doesn’t really fight the team anymore. He is more like a constant pain in their sides mucking things up. 

Sonic team is busy fighting other, newer foes in my AU.

Their biggest challenge is going to be the Time Travel comic that I haven’t completed yet. It’s hardest because not only will lives be put on the line, but it also touches on trust and when to let go. I’m sorry I can’t give you a more detailed answer yet but I don’t want to spoil the plot! And thank you so much! 

MISC ASKS RELATED TO MY AU

Yes I just need to draw them. There are so many dang Sonic characters hahaha

It’s VERY important to Aurora for her parents to give their blessing, so Shadow will honor that and ask them for it. I already know how and when he’s going to do it, but I can’t spoil it for you yet! 😉

They’ve had three litters. I headcanon that back in the day hedgehogs used to have litters (2 or more kids) all the time but that became less and less common in modern day. But I also headcanon that as the Ultimate Lifeform, Shadow was engineered to be able to… multiply effectively. So even though they’ve only been pregnant 3 times, they keep having triplets or twins. 

I do consider the First Kiss comic canon to my AU. But it happened a while before My Gal, maybe like a year or so before. Give them time to stew on that kiss hehehe

They just wanted to make a life change. The stars just happened to align at the same time haha

All the kids’ names are supposed to be based on their personalities or powers. Most Sonic characters are named that way, so I don’t know if it’s canon for Mobian parents to sense what their kid’s powers will be or not. Aurora has dreams that sometimes give her premonitions so she had inklings to what their kids might be like so she and Shadow could brainstorm ideas based on that. Also a lot of their names are outer-space-related or at least outer-space-adjacent and that was because Shadow’s a space man lol So he had influence in that. 

Sonic wants all his descendants named Sonic II so he’s no help lol. 

Thanks, I’m happy you like it! 

There are 3 litters. The first litter has the triplets Piper, Zane and Nova. The second litter was born almost a year and a half later and has the twins Aster and Blitz. The third litter was immediately after and that has the triplets Cinder, Diamond and Boon. All this information is listed in their character reference post. 

In the beginning the family mostly just stuck to ordering online and getting home deliveries lol. But if they do have to do a grocery store run it’s a full family event. The kids all ride on Shadow (see this post). Their house has two fridges to accommodate for all the mouths to feed!

Their life certainly isn’t boring anymore 😂 It’s exhausting but they’re happy (also there are 8 kids haha!)

Thank you so much, it’s good to be back!

Aurora definitely would have asked him about this, but at least in my stories Sonic became an orphan at a young age and I don’t have him with any siblings. 

I’ve had another person ask me who I picture Sonic’s parents as and I do plan on drawing a reference of them, but they’ll be unique to my stories. They won’t be from any other Sonic media. 

I don’t draw Aleena, Manic and Sonia because of a couple reasons. I never watched Sonic Underground so I don’t have the allegiance/nostalgia that a lot of people have to that show. Also for my own preference, I don’t like the idea of Sonic being born to royalty. It doesn’t suit him, in my opinion. That doesn’t mean I don’t respect people who have that as a part of their canon and it doesn’t mean I have any bad feelings towards the Underground characters. I just don’t draw them. I grew up on the games and later Sonic X and Sonic Boom so my stories revolve around what I know. 

It’s funny that you mention that ship because I only just learned about it from Starrjoy’s P!AU comic. Again I didn’t watch Sonic Underground so I don’t know who Bernadette is, but sure I’m down for Sonic having two moms. Families come in all shapes and sizes, so as long as they’re a loving parent or parents then I support it. 

They love all their grandkids and they love spending time with them, but I think in their older age Sonic and Amy go off on more adventures again. They never stopped adventuring, but they settled down a bit while raising Aurora. Now they’re relishing a second wind and they’re frequently going on worldly explorations.  

But they always make sure to attend any events the kids are involved with and are always home on Sundays for family dinner. Sunday night is dinner at Grandma and Grandpa’s! <— I have them always having dinner at their house on Sundays even before Aurora and Shadow have kids

To be honest, I never felt like they needed more. I had a comic where they discussed it hypothetically, but they’re content with just having the one kid. (Don’t worry, just because they’re not having kids does NOT mean they aren’t… active 😈 They’re very VERY much so!). I am okay with fan stories where people give Aurora siblings and there’s a fic I’m reading right now that involves Sonic and Amy having a whoopsie baby way late in life and adult Aurora is having to deal with that and I love it lol. But just for my own writing, it’s a single-child household. 

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🌸 a token of my appreciation 🌸

I’ve been through quite the journey in the RP community - all my characters have been through various blogs since 2012, and maintaining the OG four while adding to my roster has been part of that journey.

However, coming back after leaving the RP comm in 2018 was extremely daunting and took a couple tries, but I think this is the one that really stuck. Reflecting back not just on the character progress I’ve had, but the place I’m at now with them and seeing people’s genuine interest in them and their story fills my heart so greatly. I’m forever thankful to all of you to this day, for sticking through the hiatuses and the fluctuation of activity and still wanting to write and interact with not just my OCs (and now Thor!) but with me!

From the bottom of my heart, from all my muses:

Thank you.

I wanna extend a few specific thank yous; please understand I still have an extremely deep appreciation for all of y’all. I just want to show a little love to these peeps.

First of all, to @eternalspawn @visixnaryx Torioioio (YES I’M TAGGING BOTH YOUR BLOGS). You have been there since the beginning, when we first met back in 2012. I’m so grateful to have you still as my friend to this day, and honored to have written with you still and had our characters meet and adore each other. Kairo still loves Adamire to bits and pieces, and really, all my characters love yours by default. Your writing is so fantastic, and always leaves me blown away, and know that no matter who you bring around, I’ll be around to write with them as much as you’d like. I love you very much, friend, you’re a fantastic person, always make me laugh, and you’re such a light! 🌸❤️

@deafarcher Fir, you’re another one of the homies that was around from the olden days! You even kept following me on my personal too 🥹 I’m happy we’ve found each other again and we’re writing - I missed you greatly, friend!

@xinchargeofthetvax you!! YOU! You have been here for this blog through its trials and tribulations, been super understanding and always extending kind words and holding such lovely conversation. I can’t believe it’s been a year already! Time flew!! I love the way you write Mobius so much. Thank you thank you thank you (PS: whenever someone uses the word bud, I think of you! Fondly, of course) ❤️

@ignisregina I know it’s been a bit and I know life has you busy but you have also been one of the sweetest people I’ve met on here. You give Alliecat & me so much love and I was 10000% on board pre-establishing her friendship with Mari. I hope you are doing well, I miss you lots and hope to see you again soon!!

@cxcasiris I will never forget the absolutely sweet ass message you sent me while I was struggling. Beyond that, the friendship you’ve given me thus far and the person you are = I’m stuck on you like glue! You are incredibly creative, friendly and just all around such an awesome person, and whatever journey you want to go on creatively, I’m along for the ride as long as you’ll have me! Thank you for always being so considerate to me and reaching out when you can.

@luposcainus I have to be so honest I was so intimidated to approach you for the longest! I’d seen you around before but I was always nervous (I’m just generally a shy bean sometimes) but I’m glad we’ve started writing together! It’s helped me to see the fear was unfounded. I see the love and care you give to Caspian!! Thank you for always being kind and being as much of a silly bean as I am!

With that being said, if I keep going and thanking everyone this is just gonna be an already BIGGER wall of text than it already is. So my HUGE HUGE HUGE love and appreciation for all these peeps; CHECK THEM OUT. All of these people have been so amazing, and I wish I had the proper words to declare how deep my appreciation goes for all of them! As time goes on, the list gets bigger!

🌸 @brokenandlonelysouls | @escapedartgeek | @evildollface | @vuulpecula | @vivalavillain | @redheadarcher | @muchtodoaboutmuses | @thscharmngman | @differentcentury 🌸

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2023 Tumblr Top 10

I saw a few of these posts around and I got curious! There are definitely some surprises in here. Thank you everyone who has interacted with my posts and writing, forever grateful for you all ❤️

1. 5,941 notes - Oct 29 2023

This one still hurts. RIP Matthew 💔

2. 4,953 notes - Mar 25 2023

I still have to pinch myself whenever I see the love for Seams 🥹 I’m absolutely gobsmacked that this is approaching 5k.

3. 3,156 notes - Apr 16 2023

I was so nervous about continuing Seams. I was convinced that it would flop, but I’m glad I pushed through those doubts.

4. 2,368 notes - Aug 20 2023

I forgot about this shit post - y’all really liked that little strap on the Nokia 😂 Also, not to toot my own horn, but damn these gifs are nice.

5. 2,209 notes - Jun 4 2023

The hardest chapter of Seams I’ve written to date, but probably my favourite to re-read!

6. 1,975 notes - Jan 13 2023

I’m shocked that Letterman Jacket is almost at 2k. I remember everyone else was posting Joel fics, but there I was dropping my first and last take on our favourite Agent Tight Pants 😎

7. 1,858 notes - Mar 9 2023

8. 1,638 notes - Feb 25 2023

I’m so happy that Grays II made the top 10. Frankie and Shiv will forever be my favourites.

9. 1,621 notes - Jul 16 2023

I can’t believe I last updated Seams in July... I know I’ve written drabbles since, but they don’t really ‘count’, I suppose.

10. 1,350 notes - Sep 27 2023

Butter is the last full-length piece I wrote this year. I’m so glad this fluffy piece just made it into the top 10 🎂

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hihihi!! i just realised i have sm ideas for fanfics, so im gonna (attempt) to write some myself (probs just random hcs or fluff self inserts) and i wanna thank you for inspiring me! sorry for not writing an anon thingy yesterday i was having a crisis, i was actually going insane HAHA anyways reminder to eat something, drink water, n stay healthy!! also, i love the soap sweatpants idea!

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Hello sugar!! That makes me so happy to hear!!🥹believe me when I say I absolutely love spit balling with y’all and I feel so grateful to have ur ideas and further developing it but sometimes I’ll receive a spitball and think to myself you should’ve posted it like without any changes you should’ve posted it on ur blog and me along with 99% of the community would eat it up so it makes me happy when y’all decide to actually start ur own blogs and makes me thankful the male reader writer is genuinely a very small community and the more writers join the better 🫶🏻🫶🏻

Also I hope you’re doing better sugar I’m so sorry for whatever you were going through :( and qlso pls don’t feel the need or an obligation to even send an ask every day y’all are welcome to pop in whenever but I’m never expecting anything only if it’s been a long time I’ll be like I hope this anon is doing ok but 100% I’m never expecting anyone to send me anything daily so don’t worry about it sugar🫶🏻🫶🏻

And thank you sm!! The most random ideas pop up in your head when you’re being utmost gay ☝️😔