#but doing things for PJ isn't as fun as it was when no one knew him.

[hazelsmirrorball]

Rockstar Girlfriend V. | Hazel Callahan

Rockstar! Hazel Callahan x Popstar! Reader Summary: Hazel Callahan and Y/n L/n have to be in a pr relationship, but both of them can stand each other.  Warnings: Enemies to lovers! Enemies to lovers! Enemies to lovers! Angst, Fight (not physical) Not proof read. Sorry for any mistakes, English isn't my main language.  a/n: I swear things are going to look up in the next part. Thanks you so much for all the love and support. 

part one. part two. part three. part four. 

Hazel Callahan wasn’t the type of girl to believe in spiritual things yet she was praying to God to take her out of the situation she was currently in. Hazel wanted to scream, pull her hair out and let the ground eat her away. But there she was living her actual hell. She was certain that hell was real. Hazel had heard the phrase  “Go to hell” a lot of times in her lifetime.  Sometimes directed to other people, sometimes directed to her by her bandmates in a joking and serious manner, her mom would occasionally slip a “go to hell” when she got tired of her shit, haters online would comment on it everyday, she was used to it by now taking it sometimes as a compliment. But what Hazel never knew was that her living hell was going to become a reality. 

Going on tour. 

Don’t get her wrong. She loved being on the road, meeting fans, getting to know new places,  selling out stadiums, having fun, but as of right now she wanted to walk outside and let the tour bus smash her into little pieces. Management thought that the PR thing should stop but that they were going  to  use the advantage that it brought to make both bands tour together. It didn’t make sense to Hazel at all, why would someone pay to see a rock band and have to deal with some little pop girls as the openers. If you asked her that would be her second hell, her first hell being stuck with Y/n in the damn tour bus. 

Even though Management claimed that they were doing amazing when it came to money. Both bands couldn’t understand why they only had one tour bus for six people and they also couldn’t understand how they couldn’t do two separate tours instead of one. If they had all the money they claimed they had, management could’ve done several tours, not just one big one, let alone have the necessity to share  a bus. 

Hazel really needed to get her mind off things with her managers bitching and moaning about the tour, PJ and Josie not deciding what songs to pick for the set list, Isabel and Brittany waking her up at the crack ass of dawn practicing their dance moves and just Y/n’s mere existence made her blood boil. She had been sucking up everything for the past week and she couldn’t hold it any longer. If she had to hear someone else fighting or hard footsteps she was going to throw herself off the bus.  She was on edge and she needed to let loose. 

So when they made their first stop of the tour near a club, things started to look up for Hazel. She had managed to slip away from one of the bodyguards' grasp , ending up having the best night at the club. Alcohol, sex and drugs. The rockstar dream, Hazel was enjoying herself pushing past the fact that she was going to regret everything on tomorrow's show. But as of now she felt on cloud nine and she didn’t want to leave. As she tried getting in the bus as quietly as possible not wanting to gain anyones attention but sadly as she opened the door her eyes landed on e/c one’s. Hazel quickly rolled her eyes watching how Y/n’s beautiful skin glowed, while her ears were covered in her headphones. Y/n’s eyes wandered Hazel’s face placing the guitar she was holding down next to her. 

“You do know you have a show tomorrow, right?” Y/n said breaking the silence while pushing her headphones off. Hazel muttered a river of curse words while imitating Y/n’s voice in an annoying  manner. The only thing Y/n could hear was Hazel’s whines escaping her lips but aside from that all of it was gibberish. Hazel rolled her eyes once again as she stumbled in taking her shoes off while her gaze stayed on the floor looking at the shiny guitar that was next to Y/n’s leg. Her eyes took in the guitar, noticing her name engraved at the top. 

“What the fuck are you doing with my guitar?” Hazel said angrily, snatching it from Y/n’s side and placing it back in her case. Y/n watched Hazel’s toned arm flex as she put the guitar away. She quickly shut the book she was currently writing on, snapping herself back into reality. 

“I thought you wouldn’t mind since I’ve used it before” Y/n replied nervously as Hazel turned to face her, visually alarmed. 

“Actually, L/n. I do mind. Don’t touch my fucking things. I don’t want you near my things let alone touching them. Everything you touch you fucking ruin. Don’t you think you have ruined enough things in my life already ” Hazel exclaimed loudly pulling on her hair while towering over her. Y/n looked up from her seat nervously scared of what was to come watching Hazel’s uneven breathing and pissed off face. 

“You don’t mean that Hazel, you’re just high” Y/n replied attempting to stand up but instantly Hazel pushed her down trapping her on the couch with her hands on Y/n’s shoulders. Y/n froze dead in her spot not knowing the things that were going through Hazel’s head. 

“Oh, I meant every single thing. Do you think I forgot what you did? You know what… You’ve always hated me for having everything, everything you ever wanted. But there’s a difference between you and me. Everything I have, I’ve worked for it. Never had I made someone fall in love with me so they would write me songs. I would never waste someone’s time. At least I’m actually talented to do my work. At least all my awards and all my fame is because I’m actually talented.”  Hazel yelled, taking Y/n by the chin to make her look at her.  She was pissed and she needed to take her anger on someone. 

“I just did the same thing your mom did” Y/n replied nonchalantly while looking up from her lashes. 

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Hazel asked confused, leaning down, inches away from Hazel.

“I fucked the person in charge just to get what I wanted. Just like your mom did so you could have the success you have” Y/n replied softly, but as those words left out her mouth she instantly regretted it watching the life leave Hazel’s face. She angrily let go of her face, taking a deep breath and picking up her guitar case. 

“Go to hell, Y/n. You’ve changed, all  this fame has gotten way past your head” 

“Where are you going, Hazel?” Y/n said standing up from the couch and following close behind. 

“If I'm such an untalented person and I’m in the band because of my mom. I bet they don’t need me for tomorrow's show. You’ll do a great job explaining that to management. Now do me a favor and go to hell” Hazel yelled, slamming the tour bus door on Y/n’s face. 

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[twiixr4kidz]

Hii I was wondering if you could make Seven evil exes x reader and it's like their first anniversary hehe thanks!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

I AM SO SO SORRY THIS IS SO LATE I HOPE U ENJOY IT ANYWAYS

matthew patel

he's been preparing for MONTHS

he wants everything to be absolutely perfect

you're gonna come home to the house being covered in rose petals and balloons

the smell of a fresh, homemade meal wafting through the halls

the sound of a hot bath being drawn, filled to the brim with the most delicious-smelling bubble bath

and matthew, with a small gift in hand

in that box may or may not be a specific piece of jewelry you'd been eyeing for like, ever :3

matthew LISTENS

lucas lee

he invites you over and hands you a fancy outfit, perfect for a night out

he tells you to take all the time you need to get ready while he does the same

once you're ready, he will not shut up about how fucking incredible he thinks you look

and then, it's time for the bougiest dinner you've ever eaten

the sky is the limit, and lucas is more than willing to pay for whatever you want

he even gets the most expensive champagne

AND DID I MENTION IT WAS A PRIVATE DINING ROOM???

todd ingram

spoiler alert, he's been writing a song about you since he first began having feelings for you

definitely sits you down beforehand to plan something, except he doesn't tell you that it's for your anniversary

he wakes you up with breakfast in bed and a fresh pitcher of your favorite flowers on your bedside table

he lets you sleep in, but not TOO late - you have a very busy day ahead, full of the most stomach-churningly sweet romantic activities ever (todd's a little bit of a cornball but in the best way possible)

roxie richter

roxie gets so excited the night before that she literally keeps you up until midnight just so she can scream "HAPPY ANNIVERSARY" and pop confetti canons that somehow?? spawned into her hands??

she does let you sleep eventually, but she wakes you up as soon as she sees fit

the entire house is fucking COVERED in the tackiest party city decorations

for breakfast? a cake. that she made. at 3am. (she didn't sleep)

she also wanted to do something fun for your anniversary... by fun i mean a nerf gun fight

plus side, if you win, you get to pick dinner!!

kyle katayanagi

at first, kyle sort of brushes off your anniversary

trust me, he cares. he cares A LOT. but he literally has no idea what to do for an anniversary so him brushing it off is his way of saying "WHAT THE FUCK DO I DO"

the day of, he'll invite you over without saying much

when you get to his house, he (nervously) greets you with some hand-picked flowers and your favorite drink

he's the kind of guy to get you one of those little gift baskets that has things like your favorite snacks, a movie, a comfy pair of pj pants, a stuffed animal, and a little giftcard

at the very bottom, tucked into the folds of the pj pants, is a letter where he expresses how lucky he is to have you in his life

ken katayanagi

ken's a big planner but a bad celebrator

similarly to his brother, he also isn't really sure about what to do for your anniversary

he's probably going to keep it on the simpler side because he doesn't want to overwhelm you

he pays attention to the things you say you like and you want, and he'll pick out a couple that he knew you really wanted

and of course, he's going to treat you to dinner because what kind of gentleman would he be if he didn't??

gideon graves

i've said it once and i'll say it again, gideon LOVES to spoil you

he gives you gifts all the time, and your anniversary is no different

the gifts that he gives on your anniversary are one the more expensive side

he either makes or buys all of your favorite foods for you

AND, when you thought he already did the most, he surprises you with two tickets for a trip to a dream location of your choice, including plenty of fun activities, lots of sight seeing, and LOTS of rest n relaxation

[91dawsonmercer]

𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆:𝐃𝐀𝐖𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐑 𝐗 𝐇𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎

I accepted the job in Newark, and the last week had been spent packing up the apartment with the help from mom and dad. I was worried about how Odessa was going to take the move, but once she heard we would only be a couple minutes from Jack and Luke she was all for it. I had all of the major things shipped to Jack and Luke's apartment in case the moving company took longer than expected, but everything got here on time.

I unlocked the door to the new apartment and Odessa let go of my hand and ran in. I watched as she ran through the small walkway in-between boxes and spun around to face me when she reached the window.

"Do you like it?" I asked and she nodded before running back to me.

"I see my room?"

"There's nothing in there yet, but I'll show you."

I picked her up and carried her back the hallway to her room. I pushed the door open, and she wiggled out of my arms and walked around to get a better look at it.

"When's Rowdy and Lukey coming?"

"After they are done at practice. You're going to go play with Owen while we get everything unpacked."

"Owen!? I haven't seen him in forever, mommy."

"I know. We need to get you out of your pjs so you are ready for when Curtis comes to pick you up. They should be getting out of practice right about now."

"I wear my Rowdy jersey?"

"What about the hoodie? I should know where it is."

"Okay, mommy."

I got Odessa ready and was in the middle of tying her shoes when my phone started ringing.

"Rowdy!?"

"Nope, it's Curtis."

I accepted the call and put it on speaker.

"Hey. I'm leaving the rink now. Do I have to buzz in or anything?"

"I can just meet you downstairs to make it easier on you."

"It's up to you. I told Owen before I left this morning and Reanne said he hasn't stopped asking when she's coming."

"Awe, Dess is excited too. Just text or call me when you are here and I'll run her down."

"Sounds good."

Curtis came and got Odessa and I've started unpacking. I opened the one box as the door opened.

"Kind of unsafe to just leave your door unlocked with a toddler running around, you know." Jack says, causing me to look over at him.

"The said toddler isn't here, Curtis already came to get her. Plus I knew you guys were on your way and that's the only reason it's unlocked."

"What he already got her? I didn't even get to see her."

"You'll see her later, Luke. Hi Dawson, Hi Nico."

"Oh yeah, we brought our pest and the stray chihuahua that lives in the building. Hope you don't mind."

"Honestly, I would rather be a pest than get called a chihuahua." Nico says, looking over at Dawson.

"You live in the building, Dawson?"

"Yeah, like two floors up."

"So if you ever need something call him first. He can get here before we can."

"Noted."

The guys and I got everything unpacked. We got all of the furniture built except for Odessa's new bed and Nico and Luke insisted on trying to put it together themselves so we all are just sitting in her room watching them try to figure it out.

"Where's this go?" Nico asks, looking over at Luke.

"It's the headboard, idiot." I tell him, causing him to give me a dirty look.

"Rusty, tell your sister to get out."

"Yeah y/n. Get out if you aren't going to help."

"I've tried to help. You guys won't let me."

"Mommy!" Odessa yells as she runs into the room with Curtis following behind her.

"Hi, baby. Did you have fun?"

"Mhm. Owen and I played hockey!"

"Oh, dumb and dumber building a toddler bed? This has got to be interesting."

"They aren't very good at it. Thanks for taking her for a little bit."

"No problem."

"Well, I give up. Gimme my niece." Luke says and goes to reach for Odessa, but she runs to Jack instead.

"Dessa who is your favorite Uncle?" Curtis asks her and she acts like she is thinking about it.

"Hm…. Quinner."

"What?!" Jack moves her away from him and stands up. "I'm hurt, Odessa."

"You get over it."

"The sass she has."

"She got it from Rowdy."

"Nuh uh! I am not sassy."

"Uh huh! Mimi tells me too."

"Yeah, well Mimi lies."

"I tell her you say that. Where's my ipad, mommy?"

Jacks face changes from amusement to panic in a matter of seconds when Odessa brings up calling mom.

"There's no need to call Mimi. I'm sorry."

"Awe, is little Jacky still afraid of his mommy?" Curtis asks as Odessa walks over and sits beside Dawson.

"Have you seen the woman when she is pissed off? It's like y/n but times a million."

"Yeah that does sound terrifying. I need to get going. I told Owen I wasn't staying and that I would be back to read to him before bed."

"Thanks again, Curtis."

"You're welcome."

"What? It's already almost bedtime?" Nico asks, flipping his phone over. "We spent the whole day unpacking?"

"We've been done unpacking for a solid minute. You guys spent like three hours trying to build the bed." Dawson tells him as Curtis walks out.

"Do you need us for anything else?" Jack asks and I shake my head no.

"No, I think that's everything. Thank you and I owe you all-"

"Drinks." Jack interrupts.

"Sure, if that's what you guys want."

"But you have to come out with us. Luke can babysit."

"What? How is that fair to me?"

Jack and Luke go to start arguing but Nico's laughing makes them stop.

"Is she sleeping?"

I look over and Odessa is using Dawson's arm as a pillow and has one hundred percent fallen asleep.

"Yeah, she's out." I got up and picked her up without waking her. I carried her to my room and laid her down, making a little barrier so she wouldn't roll off of the bed.

I walked out of my room and the guys were all putting their shoes on.

"We're gonna head out."

"Okay. Thanks again, I really appreciate all the help."

"You're welcome. Goodnight."

"Goodnight.'

[panie-wanie-dean-bean]

Diavolo is being stubborn and not coming to me like Simeon and Barbatos did so I'm just going to rant about him so I can just get him out

So, Diavolo is obviously a very busy man. He has very little down time, so you would assume he'd use all of his down time to fucking relax for once. You would be wrong. Diavolo is the prince of the Devildom but the fucking king of extroverts. Any free time this man has is spent preferably by your side, but if that's not an option then he usually drags Luci into whatever plans he has at the moment

This is one of the reasons he puts on so many god damn events. He needs social interaction or he will die. You don't want your prince to die right? That's what he thought! Now come on, he's got a whole new idea he can't wait to show you!

He's also very prone to gift giving. Having so much wealth his whole life has kinda made him price blind though. You will have to tell him that getting you tailor made pjs from the finest silk in the Devildom made just because yours got a hole is over kill actually. Be warned, he will use the puppy eyes. His little lip will quiver as he tells you that he wanted the two of you to have a matching set. Stay strong

That's another thing. Dia is very used to getting his way, and while his way is usually bettering the Devildom, when it's not he tends to be very childish. He'll learn about human children games or shows and beg you to watch or play them with him. He loves getting to do stuff like that, especially since he didn't have much of his own childhood to look back on

Getting to indulge in stupid fun with you is some of the most open you'll ever find him. If you do reject any offers of this kind, please, try and do it gently. He adores you, and wants you to like the things he likes. So your disapproval of anything can make him be a little self-conscious, and as someone who has no shame, he doesn't really know how to handle that yet

Ok, so, when it comes to your loveable demons, most of them fell for you pretty quick. Mammon is obviously one of the first but even Lucifer was already starting to fall for you back when he gave you that hint about Mammon's credit card. Not Diavolo though. His feelings only really started to hit him once you were gone. He thought he just missed you like any friend would, but once he started thinking about you coming back to the Devildom and being around the brothers again, he started getting jealous

None of the seven sins shy away from Dia obviously, but feeling envy over the brother's relationship with you is what made everything click into place. And once he imagined you coming back down only to get closer to him? Your fate was sealed

Diavolo wants to marry you. Full stop. He needs you in his life and in a position where no one could fuck with you or take you away. As much fun as Solomon could be, Dia doesn't trust him with a millimeter of his life. For all he knew he could have already slipped you a love potion! He needs you, and he needs to be quick

That isn't to say that you'd be his exclusively. Once he's comfortable in the knowledge that you're his he's more than happy to share you. He wing man's for Barbatos quite a bit, always praising his skill and loyalty whenever the topic comes up. He's known about his crush on you since before you even arrived, how could he not try and hook you two up?

In short, Dia is a goofball who loves you very much and wants you to share his kingdom and plan to unite the three realms. Enjoy being the only person to have ever made a pact with the prince of the Devildom!

[mackmp3]

I’d love to hear you talk about PJ Harvey and queerness, if you’re so inclined!

OH MY GOD ANON I LOVE YOU reveal yourself so i can kiss you /joking and platonic (unless...)

this is gonna be really long so TL,DR, A Lot of PJ's work can be interpreted to be about a sapphic and/or gender non conforming experience.

OKAYYYYY SO

PJ Harvey, despite having never actually said she isn't straight, has written some Very Queer music, both in subtext and fully in the lyrics.

a few examples -

Dress could be interpreted to be about feeling the pressure to be a stereotypically girly girl and trying to navigate social situations where it's expected you have a boyfriend -

'Must be a way that I can dress to please him It's hard to walk in the dress, it's not easy [...]

Filthy tight, the dress is filthy I'm falling flat, and my arms are empty Clear the way, better get it out of this room A falling woman in dancing costume'

but failing to do so because it's just not you. feeling uncomfortable in a dress, trying and failing to have normal interactions with guys - which of course cishet girls can feel as well, but hits particularly hard as a queer, gender non conforming, girl adjacent person

O Stella, while the symbolism makes it about a religious idol, could be interpreted to be about idolising an older girl. Oh My Lover is about being totally fine with a partner's hypothetical polyamory.

Man-Size is a big one, before i even knew the term gender envy i was Deeply Aware that that was what man-size is about (in my opinion, at least) - wanting to things that guys do but not being able to cos you're a girl.

'Good Lord I'm big I'm heading on Man-sized got my leather boots on Got my girl and she's a wow [...]

I'm man-sized no need to shout Let it all, let it all hang out / out out out'

fantasising about a reclaiming of power while presenting in a more masculine way - WITH A GIRLFRIEND I MIGHT ADD - before going back to feeling as though that is unattainable -

'Silence my lady head Get girl out of my head Douse hair with gasoline Set it light and set it free'

like, 'get girl out of my head' is a pretty queer thing to say, yknow?

and 50ft Queenie -

'Hey I'm one big queen No one can stop me [...]

Hey I'm the king of the world You ought to hear my song Ah come on measure me I'm twenty inches long'

which is at the same time using male terms - even though the song is called Queenie, and that word is used a lot, she specifically calls herself King of the world, and proceeds to make fun of the perceived importance of a particular male organ, while at the same time saying she's better than them

more songs with gender and lesbian undertones - Yuri G, Catherine, to a degree A Woman A Man Walked By / The Crows Knows Where the Children Go (that one's quite explicit, word of warning if yu haven't heard that one before) - and songs that are covers of songs written by men without any pronoun changing - Shake Your Hips and I Can't Get No Satisfaction are two notable examples of that.

and then there are her songs that are just sapphic without being specifically gendery - My Beautiful Leah, Claudine the Inflatable One - i first thought that Down By the Water was about sneaking out to meet a sapphic lover under the bridge in the dead of night, a doomed romance, but there are lots of better and far more likely interpretations than that.

Polly herself has also said a lot of things that just kinda read queer. Like Patti Smith before her, she has said that she writes her songs from a place 'beyond gender', and just writes them as stories, sometimes from a male perspective. But of course, to a queer audience, you can hear her singing and *know* she's singing from a male perspective, but also can't help but to hear it as queer as well.

bit of a quote to go with that -

You've said that you don't like to think in terms of gender when it comes to music. Why do you think the gender issue, especially the concept of you being a feminist, is constantly mentioned with your work?

'I can only presume that, especially in the early days and early those labels tend to stick, but I know that I really played with gender in my lyrics, and I might sing in the shape of a man or I might sing in the shape of a woman. Or I might be dressing women in a loving way as a man or as a woman, or sometimes as neither. Sometimes more as just an essence, a feeling or an atmosphere. And I think that feels quite natural to me, but I think for some people it's not natural, and that's where the gender issue seems to become quite important.'

she was also adamant that she didn't want to be seen as part of riot grrrl, but rather as part of grunge - grunge was a very very aggressively male genre, and i don't think she thought riot grrrl had the right idea about how to go about empowerment - she took herself more seriously than that i think. she didn't want to be called a feminist, because she didn't want to be called a 'female artist', but rather just an Artist.

her gender presentation, moving from fairly neutral in 1992 (big black leather jacket, black boots etc, to the hyper-feminity of the To Bring You My Love era, 1995, also comes into play - she was showing femininity to be a performance, while also using it to her advantage, she didn't actually dress like that normally, no one wears that much eyeshadow, it was closer to a drag show than an actual outfits, a lot of the stuff she wore on stage. which is another one of those things that makes sense to a cishet girl, but gains more complexity as a queer person.

there's probably a lot more i can say on this, but that's everything off the top of my head! i cannot tell you how excited i was to get this ask, PJ Harvey is so much of how i've explored my own gender and sexuality, i could talk about this for a very long time!

[keelt9]

Chapter 3

Masterlist

Christmas was a magical day, like every year our parents built the perfect day for us. I realized I started to forget how magical it is. Last 3 years I just came home for Christmas dinner and the day after I flew back to Chicago, it didn't bother me if I came back or not, because I knew my parents or Peter’s family would be in Chicago for New Year.

On Christmas morning, Archie's footsteps were the first thing we heard, and his screaming for illusion and happiness when he saw the Christmas tree surrender by presents was memorable; the present that my parents were so worried to keep hiding was his new keyboard, which he felt over the moon. 

We spent the day in pjs eating and relaxing, watching movies all day, enjoying the time with family.

“Yeah, let's do that.” Peter claps his hands.

Mom and dad put on the table the plan to make a small New Year party, just friends and usual customers, like a small expression of gratitude.

“I'm in! Sounds fun.” Nora and I entered with plates and spoons for the cake Peter prepared.

“I can help! I'm a big boy now, grandma.” Archie turns around in my mom's legs.

“I guess I'm in too.” I lift my shoulders. “It will be bad if I refuse it right?” 

Dad pulls me by my shoulder and kisses my head. “Well, we have a party!” 

And no, no one warned me what it would mean.

“9? Isn't it too much?” Leah offered to help me with the shopping of supplies.

I shake my hands. “I stopped talking since I saw the amount of things we’re buying for a few people.” 

Leah giggles but puts the 9 bags of balloons in the basket. It's our last shopping day. Tomorrow we all spend the day cooking and decorating the coffee shop.

“Thank you so much darling.” Mom grabs Leah's face after she leaves the bags. “Don't forget to bring your parents all right?”

Leah chuckles but her parents, right now, are taking a cruise. “I'm afraid you have to deal just with me, Mrs. Stratton.”

“Enjoying life, huh?” Leah's parents spent all her childhood, teens and early 20 focused only on her and what she could need. After turning 25, the story changes and they start to enjoy themselves.

“Like teenagers.” We laughed as we kept putting our bags and packages in the living room.

The next morning, we were just finishing our breakfast when we saw the most hilarious thing of the day. Archie is wearing his small apron and huge gloves, ready to work.

“Seems you have all the cover here.” I joke as I put my plates on the washing machine. “I'll better go and start to decorate the coffee.” 

“Leah will be there?” Dad asked but Leah said she will be there in the afternoon, a wedding crisis-photo of last minute.

“Don't worry, I have everything under control.” Nora and Pete will help mom with the food and drinks, meanwhile dad, well he has a little boy to keep busy.

“See you later.” I wave my hand, taking my coat and leaving home.

I knew it! 9 bags of balloons were too much. I was here for 1 hour blowing up gold, white, black and silver balloons and I barely empty 3 bags.

“Agh, if I just…” I pretend pinching all the balloons in the bag, one more time talking alone. I take a deep breath and I stand walking to the piano.

I start touching the keys when slowly a few notes of one of my favorite songs start to be heard in an empty coffee shop, Träumerei.

“Lovely.” The voice of Peter made me jump, removing my hands from the piano. When I look at the door, I notice he wasn’t alone, Leah and Joe are with him carrying a couple of trays and boxes.

Leah smiles and leaves the boxes in one of the tables. “I found them in the street, I guess we need backups.” She put her hand at her waist looking at all the balloon mess. Joe kept in silence looking at the huge amount of balloons, but when I turned around to see him I found him with a cute smile on his face, making me smile.

Slowly the time passes as we decorate all the coffee shop, follow Leah’s orders and be helpful as much as we can.

“I'm amazing.” Leah coordinates all the decorations and without a doubt she’s amazing, still I pushed her. The gold, silver, black and white stop being a mess of colors all over the coffee now looks with balance making the perfect mix.

“You should go, to getting ready. We waited for mom and dad to go too.” Peter said to us. “Joe thank you so much, you know you're welcome if you want.”

Joe keeps all day helping us, but if I remember well, he prefers avoiding big crowds on special days

“I’ll think about it, thanks anyway.” He said putting the last balloon next to the door.

Leah, fighting for her life, can't avoid expressing what's in her mind. “Mr. I Stop Talk…” I cover Leah's mouth. My family just knows we stop being closer as we were, however they didn't know we just stop talking at all.

I pulled her to the door. “We're leaving!”

“I have things to say.” Leah musters as we get into her car. “A lot actually.”

By 11 pm, in the coffee shop all our guests were there eating, drinking, chatting and some dancing. Archie is stealing everyone's heart, a lot of the people there know him since he was a little baby.

The small fruit tarts that mom made are the sensation of the night; Peter and I remember stealing a few of them everytime she made it at home. “We have more, let me bring it.”

I put my glass of wine on the table. “It's ok, I'll go.” I said after walking to the kitchen for more.

The sound of gasps and the sudden silence made me intrigued as I walked back with a new tray of tarts; my answer came across the room, Joe talking with my parents and one of their closest friends. 

“And now he comes, I still have a lot of things to say.” Leah claimed as she took the tray to put it on the table. 

During the night I practically avoid any unnecessary talk with him, still something calls for my attention; the fact that a few friends of my dad already seem to know him for the way Joe talked to them in a relaxed mood, even from time to time I heard him laughing so freely and joking back with them.

As the countdown started, all gathered next to their special one, Leah and I stuck together as the clock mark 00:00 and everyone started to hug and kiss; Leah and I hugged each other when we split, Archie came running to jump and gave me his big bear hug.

“I feel left aside.” Leah jokes with him, making Archie extend his arms and go right to her. “Yeah, I feel love now.” Archie laughs and runs to my parents.

“Go. I’ll be fine for a couple of minutes.” She points to a goodlooking guy with whom she’s been talking all night.

My favorite place from the coffee shop is the terrace. You find the perfect spot between the big buildings where you can see the sky and right now the fireworks. The view is spectacular but the cold breeze makes me shiver, closing my coat tighter around my body.

I close my eyes making my New Year wish, when I open it again, I see a small cupcake with a candle in front of me, and hands at the side of it avoiding the flame go out. 

“You can’t miss this.” Joe said at my side looking at me, the light of the fireworks making his blue eyes shine with different colors.

Every time I make a wish I blow out a candle, since I was a kid I believe if you do it, dreams have more possibility to come true.

I shutter but in Joe's eyes I can see that softness which he used to see me years ago, so I blow the candle.

“Any special wish?” I took the candle of the cupcake, catching him by surprise from my question.

“Mmm…” He clears his throat and pretends thinking. “Be better, fix mistakes and reconnect with important people in my life.” The last three words he said looked at me.

He’s honest, I know because the way he speaks clearly and confidently, reminds his eyes of mine.

“I appreciate your words Joe, but some wounds don't heal easily, I prefer to keep things the way they are right now.” He deserves an honest answer too, I press my lips together forming a smile, before going to the stairs.

“Hey, go for that ring, all right?” I said to him before I tried to cross the door.

“Y/N” I turn around, and he has a strange expression, a one I think I have never seen before. “I understand, I really do, still, I’ll be here, at any moment, any time, and any place… For you.”

His words still linger in my mind for days. Three days after our New Year, it’s time for Archie and family to go home.

“Drive safe, honey.” Mom hugs Peter and Nore before giving Archie a big kiss.

“Call when you’re home.” Dad told them as they said goodbye.

I lift Archie. “I already miss you!” He gives me a peck on my cheek. “I’ll stay a couple of days in your home before going back to work, all right?”

Archie raises his pinky finger. “Promise?” I tingle our fingers and kiss his forehead.

I carry him to his car and say goodbye to Nora and Peter, who always hugs me softly.

“Whatever you and Joe are getting through, take your time, all right?” I hold my breath but he splits from seeing me to my eyes. “Joe can be a little…mmm confused from time to time.” 

He saw my confused expression. “Oh come on, we notice that you practically ran away from the guy.” He chuckles. “I admire you, it’s hard to resist his puppy eyes and you do it like they were what? Just two blue circles.” 

I laugh and open the door for him. “I'll call when I go there all right?” Peter nods and closes the door to set all and start their way home.

Late at night dad knocks on my door like he actually didn’t want to, although he opened the door. “Are you busy?”

I was drowning in papers and my computer; I was so immersed in the manuscript that it was like something forced myself to print some drawings for some corrections and watch them live.

“Not, not that much.” I take my glass off and stand so we can sit at the window, the most clear space in my room.

Dad is searching for something with his eyes. “I wonder if you have the small <book> that I made you years ago? With the paper of the composition you like.” 

“What?” The memories of the strange visits from Joe and my dad giving him file's came. “What is happening between you and the mystery delivery of papers to Joe?”

Dad was surprised by my direct question. “Mysteriously? I won't call like that. After his wrist surgery Joe found playing piano helpful and asked me for help, so from time to time I gave him some lessons and he keeps playing as much as he can.”

I don't believe it at all. “The sheet music is for him?” 

“Of course.” Dad innocently answered but just opened the conversation for another talk.

“Why that one?” 

My mind is repeating his answer over and over making it impossible to close my eyes and rest.

“Promise me you won't say anything, but he wants to play something you like, before you go, you know like a small Christmas present.”

I swear I could be arrested for keep knocking the door of a fucking mansion in the middle of the night.

“What the…?” Joe opens the door, his eyes held close and his hair messy.

“What do you want?” I enter, raising the sheet music . “A Christmas present? What the hell?”  Angry, that's what I'm feeling right now. 

“Years ago, you stopped talking to me, looking at me, even avoiding me and now out of blue you decide you can erase everything and that's fine?” He tried to talk but I didn't let him, I felt each one of my muscles start to get tense.

“Well no, that is not happening! You can’t open or create wounds like you want. You left clear you don't want anything to have with me, FINE!” I put the papers on his chest. “Stuck with that, don't be around me trying to be my friend again!”

In vain try to leave his house but he grabs my wrist on his chest.

“Stuck?” His eyes darkened and his jaw tense. “Want to know what 's been stuck in my mind for years?”

He slowly let go of my wrist but held my hand and pulled me to him. His face was just a few centimeters from mine.

“Your kiss.”  He whispers and I raise my eyes from his mouth to his eyes.

“What are you talking about?” I observed him in detail trying to find a small sign of a lie.

“See, you talk about unfairness, but how unfair is it that you keep lingering all those years in my head, in my heart?” He raises his hand at the level of my face not touching me. “There were days where I dream of kissing you one more time but…” He closes his eyes, breathing in.

“But you didn't even remember…” I saw how slowly his eyes turned into those comforting eyes that looked at me years ago. Joe let me go but tingled his fingers on mine to avoid me going.

“Years ago, you and Leah went to a party, you're parents were so worried because you didn't pick your phone, and your dad was about to leave and picked you, but I…I didn't know, still I don't know what happened, when I noticed where I was, I'm parking in front of a house where people stumbled really drunk.” I fight for remembering but nothing comes to my mind.

“Thankfully you and Leah were sitting on the sidewalk leaning on each other; when you saw me, ran and hugged me, sober enough to recognise me. Together we leave Leah at his house but when I tried to take you home, you asked me to please stop for a while as you try to calm down.” I panic when I finally see his hand on mine, making me unable to move.

“We walked around a small park, and you slowly calmed down, after 1 hour you said you felt tipsy.” He laughs. “You sit in the grass sighing, so I sat in front of you, you talked about the college, how sacred you were of the future but at the same time exciting.”  

I have small flashbacks but at any moment a kiss appears in my mind.

“Suddenly you stopped talking and saw me right to my eyes with that…sparkle and shining eyes.” A wide open smile appears on his face. “You didn't give me time to think, you took air and you leaned with a soft peck on my lips.”

I let go of his hand shaking. I remember having a dream about this but that's what I thought it was, a dream.

“Why didn't you tell me?” I cover my face. “I'm sorry, I can't remember but I'm sorry if that…”

“I was selfish.” He whispered. “I thought those feelings, at that moment, were stupid, I was still a rookie who was injured in his first seasons, and you were in your last semesters. I won't ruin our future.”

I'm so confused, trying to figure out something about this. “You keep me away.” He nods, biting his lip.

“I knew that was the only way you keep focus on your stuff and I keep on mine… Works however look at us now.” I blink as I find support in the wall, trying to remember something about those moments.

“I’m confessing to you in the most awkward and awful way.” I slip stick to the wall, my legs definitely stop working and I sit on the floor.

“Yo…you…You what?” He turned around and breathed slowly before sitting in front of me, his eyes moving all over my face.

“I like you.” I scoff. “I mean, how could I not? A girl who drove to the other side of the city just for make me eat something sweet, the girl who spends all his free time in vacations making me company in a random talks at the coffee, the girl who was the first one in be at the hospital as soon as she arrived when I get injured, the girl who I found myself  looking for in the crowd every game.”

[fernshroudedcreek]

I absolutely adore the relationship between error and pj in loyal servant

Oh, I'm going to do a deep dive about this one...

The relationship between Error and Paperjam was both fun and heartbreaking to write. Primarily because their story isn't one that gets a truly happy ending. Its not a "I'm going to completely change my personality and be a better father, and everything will be perfect." sort of ordeal.

Error loves PJ, but he is unable to express it. He's too wrapped up in the reputation he's made for himself to believe he's capable of being a father. He says; "I left. That's what I did for you, PJ. That was the only thing I could do for you." Which is a testimate to how he cares but believes his child is better off without him. In his mind, being around would only make things worse for PJ.

On the flipside, Paperjam never understood this. They grew up believing that the only reason either of their parents were distant and/or downright cruel was because of who they were as a person. They're too much like Ink, or they're too much like Error. That definitely helped to breed PJ's desire to find balance. The desire to destroy the other gods didn't truly stem from hating what their parents fighting did to others, but more so what it did to them. In their mind, the feud between Ink and Error was to blame for their lack of family ties.

To hear Error tell them that's not the case flipped a switch. It told them that the reason he wasn't there wasn't because he hated Paperjam's very existence, but because he was afraid to hurt one of the few things he loved within the multiverse. His hands have caused pain and suffering throughout the entire multiverse, so how was he supposed to use them to be gentle and kind? He wasn't sure, so he kept his distance. It was out of love.

Then theres my boyfriend's reason for liking the dynamic.

Error tells them: "You are like me." And: "It was for your own good. I had to keep you away." which could also be read as Error's way of trying to prevent PJ from ending up like him. Error believes himself to be this source of evil. Everything he's done has been for a selfish and cruel reason. If Paperjam were to see him; were to look up to him, they might just end up the same way. He doesn't want that for Paperjam.

He became especially hostile towards Paperjam during the whole Book of a Thousand Souls incident, possibly because of some thought process along the lines of: This is something I'd do. I left so you wouldn't become this way. Why are you still being this way? Why aren't you better than me?

Point is, Error has a very difficult time with expressing love. Him telling Paperjam that he only wanted what was best for them is probably the closest he'll ever get to sounding like an actual father, which he notes in the story.

When Error admitted these things to Paperjam, they stiffen and go quiet yet still end up with watering sockets. There's so much relief and pain that it overwhelms them. All they ever wanted was to believe that somehow they were loved. And Error finally made sure that they knew it. Perhaps not in the way PJ hoped, but it was clear enough for them to understand. They know Error loves them, and thats that matters to PJ. Anything else is a bonus.

....Sorry I like talking about characters. Asks like these will get long responses out of me.

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Dan’s POV Masterlist

a great deal of light (falls on everything) (ao3) - bevshanscom

Summary: They have settled, he thinks, in their own way. That has little to do with the fact Phil’s turning 30.

(Dan and Phil celebrate Phil's birthday on the Isle of Man, and maybe Dan's already a Lester)

Brace Yourself (ao3) - AshHansbr0

Summary: Somehow every time I have a dentist appointment you do too and you always sit next to me in the waiting room and ask me ‘what are you in for’ as if we are in prison and this has been happening for two years who are you

Chips (ao3) - philsmeatylegss

Summary: Dan struggling with the concept that all healthy couples should fight.

cloud watch (ao3) - howelllesters

Summary: Or, pastel!Dan hates his new journal but writes in it anyway, and accidentally just ends up recording his feelings on punk!Phil, in a suitably melodramatic way.

Covet (ao3) - americanphancakes

Summary: The only thing making Dan feel alive is his all-consuming crush on the new deacon.

Dan and His Butterflies (ao3) - Raspberrysaxophone

Summary: Very basic: Dan is terribly in love with Phil (the sporty jog). So much so, that Dan joins the school's sports team to be closer to him. As Dan awkwardly stumbles around, Phil starts to take notice of him. A party takes place and who knows what a drunk Dan might do...

down for the count and i’m drownin’ in ‘em (ao3) - kishere

Summary: they’re stuck in a waiting game, the area of time when Dan knows Phil should be beginning his heat and actually /starting/ his heat. preheat has many side affects including wanting to nest, increased libido, irritation just to name a few.

Fortune Cookies (ao3) - kae_karo

Summary: Dan gets a fortune cookie and it's been bugging him all day. But he's NOT superstitious.

Getting through a bad day. (ao3) - Septic84

Summary: Dan has learned about his depression and understands it better now, that doesn't keep the bad days from happening.

glow (ao3) - danthrusts

Summary: being a witch is fun until everything is blowing up around you

Hurt me once (ao3) - Augusti_Lila

Summary: song fic of "hurt me once- ben platt"

Dan had decided to confess Phil his love. But sometimes what we plan it's not what we end up having.

I pray for the ground to swallow me whole (Just Like Heaven) (ao3) - AnotherPhanficWriter

Summary: Dan is a recently dumped Youtuber moving into a new apartment in Manchester. But the apartment isn't entirely empty; it's haunted by the ghost of a man named Phil. And although Phil can't remember much about his life, he's convinced that he isn't really dead. In Phil's 'previous life', he worked in Tesco, with only a couple of close friends, no one even knew his name. But now he's in a coma and his spirit is trapped in his house that now belongs to someone else. Will he remember what his life was like and more importantly, what can break this curse? While Dan recruits PJ, his friend who's slightly sceptic about ‘Phil’, to get to the bottom of Phil’s identity, he and Phil begin to fall in love.

In Vino... (ao3) - americanphancakes

Summary: Dan’s only brave enough when he’s drunk.

(Dan POV version of "Veritas")

It's Growing On Me (ao3) - Profrock

Summary: AU where Dan runs an aesthetic shitpost blog and Phil runs a famous aesthetic plant blog. One day, Phil follows Dan back and they get to talking...

Just A Little Bit's Enough (ao3) - TheUKAmazingDan

Summary: Dan wasn't very happy with what he found on Phil's laptop. The lies and deceit were way too much to deal with calmly, and believe me when I say that Dan was way beyond being calm.

Kiss Me Like the First Time (ao3) - interruptedbyfjreworks

Summary: “Remember our first kiss?” I asked, smiling up at Phil.

He chuckled softly. “How could I forget? That was the best kiss I had ever had. Although, I hadn’t kissed many people before that.”

I laughed and looked down at my hands. Somehow, they had found their way to Phil’s hands, and I was absentmindedly playing with his fingers. “Kiss me like that,” I said suddenly.

“What?” Phil said, startled.

“Kiss me like the first time.”

Kiss Me Through the Phone (ao3) - TheUKAmazingDan

Summary: In which Dan deals with the emptiness of their apartment, but Phil sends something to make it better.

like (ao3) - iihappydaysii

Summary: Phil's out of town and Dan's left alone with their five year old son. All their son wants is for Phil to come home.

Meeting the Parents (ao3) - eremoose

Summary: Phil meet's Dan's parents and discovers the nickname they gave him

Merry Christmas, you spoon (ao3) - kae_karo

Summary: Dan is Death, Phil is Life, and Christmas is coming up - their first Christmas together - though Dan's worried: something feels a little...off.

Paper Thin Charade (ao3) - ShoutingIntoTheVoid

Summary: Snippets throughout Dan and Phil's life showing moments they have almost revealed their relationship and had to cover it up.

Also shows Dan struggling with his sexuality and people finding out about their relationship and becoming more confident over time.

People Change Their Minds (ao3) - scifi

Summary: dan falls out of love

Precocious child (ao3) - Septic84

Summary: Dan and Phil's lives change and progress faster than they had anticipated.

The Smirnoff Slip (ao3) - TheUKAmazingDan

Summary: Laurence really hadn't meant to do it; He was only a kid after all. And Dan couldn't be mad at him, especially not after meeting his attractive new principal.

The stranger who loved me. (ao3) - Septic84

Summary: “Well, that’s nice I guess,” he paused, “but I have no idea who you are.”

“Haha, very funny,”

“I wasn’t being funny,”

“What?” I swallowed hard, “You don’t know who I am?”

“No, am I supposed to?”

The Wallflower's Guide to Love (ao3) - Art3misPlayerOne

Summary: Dan is a brilliant but painfully shy and awkward guitar player in a popular local band who prefers to hide from the spotlight. He's content to lose himself in his playing and avoids friendships and emotional attachments, but an accidental run-in with a mystery boy inspires him to reach out to him through anonymous texts.

Too scared that the boy will be disappointed in the real him, Dan doesn't want to reveal his identity and risk losing their surprising connection. When forced to choose between his anonymity and putting his heart on the line, help from an unexpected friendship pushes him far beyond his comfort zone, but will it be too little too late?

when we were younger. (ao3) - dylaesthetics

Summary: dan is seriously in need of a breather after the difficult year he's had, and finds home in no one other than phil

[frothingatthemaw]

Not sure I’ve you’ve been asked these before but…

Sunny’s favorite color? Favorite animal(s)? Favorite stunt? Favorite stunts or bits to do? What was her and Knoxville’s first date? Do they ever marry? Do they ever want any Sunny and Knox jrs or do they not want children together or undecided? If they marry I’d love to hear about that…

What are her biggest pet peeves? Biggest fears? How does she form an opinion on people/what’s the most telling thing about a person that makes her decided if she likes them or not? Did she know about Jackass before she met them? Who did she meet first? Is there anyone she doesn’t get along with cast and crew wise?

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SENDING THIS AHHHHH!!!!!!!! you're the best <3

sunny's favorite color: deep red or dark purple, mostly red though since it's the color she wears most often aside from black

favorite animal(s): she loves cats a lot.... but she also likes snakes since she's been bitten by them multiple times!

favorite stunt: i'm gonna answer this as her favorite overall stunt in any jackass movie. and that's anaconda ball pit!

favorite stunts/bits to do: anything pain related really... snake bits, tasers, piercings, tattoos...

her and knoxville's first date: this is actually a fic i'm writing rn! it's at a bar.... and they [redacted] (<- spoilers) maybe!!!!

do they ever marry: YES!!!!!!!!!!! their wedding isn't even a wedding. they're in vegas and they're bored and they are discussing getting married while knox is wasted and sunny is high in their hotel room and they have this crazy idea to just get married at a wed n go! usually sunny isn't a spontaneous person but she knew she doesn't like the ideas of weddings so this would be fun and silly and they would be officially married by doing this anyways. so yeah. they were high and wasted getting married in vegas all alone on a random afternoon

do they ever have kids: yes! they have a couple. but since sunny is on the asexual spectrum and is entirely not okay with being pregnant, they adopt and/or use a surrogate

sunny pet peeves: lots of sensory issues..... so That. she also has little things like she hates watching people do things when they is a Much Simpler way to do them. or when people just aren't listening when it's something very important. does that even count as a pet peeve??

sunny biggest fears: losing her pj... dying alone honestly too.... or like suddenly realizing all the people she loves hates her.

how does sunny tell if she likes someone: honestly through knox lol, if he likes someone then she normally does too! or their opinions on him. she can't like someone who doesn't like her other half. but other than that or before knox, it would be how people treat others! if people are just Assholes, what's the point!

did she know about jackass before she met them: nope! she absolutely did not. the reason she met them was because she made herself go to a bar alone one night as she had formed a fear of going out and especially to places like bars which are loud. she met bam first by him being in on a bet to start fights with the most people (competing with dunn ofc). so bam starts a fight with sunny and she wins obviously... she inspired ehren to say "that's bam margera, he's famous" in terror taxi because he said it to sunny once they all started talking and she didn't know who they were at all

who did she first meet: as from the other question, bam!!!

is there anyone she doesn't get along with in the cast/crew: hmmm... i think her and tremaine have gotten into a few little arguments and that's just because of her worrying about stuff i think? i dunno i haven't thought about this. i feel like dave would have some kind of weird relationship with her because she's definitely a different person from him, like in a way that doesn't allow them to click well

[maddiehu7]

Agent Taylor Winters

Chapter 1

I hear my alarm ringing, and turn over groaning, rubbing my eyes of sleep. I push the alarm clock off my bedside table getting it to stop ringing, I continue laying in bed for a minute before finally getting up heading to my motel room's small kitchen and opening the fridge. I grabbed some orange juice pouring it into a glass, I walked over to the window opening my curtain slightly looking out to see a warm Miami summer morning. I smile looking at the sunrise. I was always an early riser just to watch them. I think back remembering bugging my dad to get up and go sit on the porch with me so I could watch it. He always would even though he hated getting up earlier than he had to. Before I start tearing up I snap out of the memory, physically shaking my head free of it. I go over to the small dining table in the kitchen sitting down and setting my juice next to me. I opened my laptop and the first thing I saw was the reason I'm here in the first place.

"The vampire killer strikes again" I mutter out the headline of the article to myself. I click on it and see a video attached to it. I opened it.

"If I didn't know any better Fred i'd say this killer is an actual vampire" the woman speaks smiling, if only she knew.

"Well Margret at this point is it really out of the question" Fred says as they look at each other seriously for a minute before bursting out laughing which makes me roll my eyes.

"Just kidding folks no need to panic...about that at least but there is still a very real killer on the loose and I advise you to not go anywhere alone and stay home if you can" Margret says looking into the camera.

"I agree, now on to what we really think about this killer, Margret?" Fred asks looking towards her.

"Well according to the police statement they have a suspect, but who knows if they're just trying to calm the hysteria amongst everyone or actually have a person. What do you think Fred?" she directs the question back to him

"I think whoever this person is needs to get a serious therapist" Fred jokes and they both laugh.

"Well onto the next subject-" I close the screen to my laptop thinking how useless that was. I mean I already know who it is. I just have to make sure the police don't get there first. I get up from the chair heading over to my closet pulling out my black pantsuit for when I occasionally play FBI, taking off my pjs and throwing it on I go over to my duffel bag grabbing a hair tie. I head over to the bathroom mirror putting my long black hair into a high ponytail. I fuss with it for a minute before deciding it's good enough going to grab my fake FBI badge and my gun putting it behind my back, throwing my shoes on, and heading out the door to my 1967 chevy impala, my dad loved classic old cars this one in particular he taught me to drive in. So when he passed I took it as a reminder of good times, I opened the car door getting in heading to an old abandoned apartment on 6th street. Apparently that's where this vamp lives according to his now dead friend but when I pull up, I see cops cars on the street. I pull out my badge getting it ready, getting out of the car I head over. A cop stops me when I get to the yellow tape surrounding the streets.

"Sorry ma'am this is a crime scene, no civilians allowed" he says putting his hand up, but when I pull out my badge out showing it to him he lets me through muttering out a "sorry". I go over to the scene when I see my supposed to be hunt lying dead on the ground, his head separated from his body. I kneel down getting closer to the body looking at the severed head, well whoever killed him knew he was a vamp and knew how to kill them. I should call up my hunter contacts see if any of them got a whiff of the story, and came here to hunt like me unless vamps are just killing other vamps for fun but that just doesn't make sense I get up from kneeling, looking ahead sighing hoping another hunter just killed him and this isn't bigger than I think it is.

"Who are you?" I hear a man say from behind me. When I look around I see a handsome black haired brown eyed tall man in a suit standing over me. I stare at him for a minute admiring his sharp jawline and pink lips before snapping out of it.

"Oh um hello i'm agent Taylor Winter from the FBI" I say pulling myself together taking out my badge showing it to him he inspects it closely.

"Agent? Why would the FBI send someone for a simple homicide?" he questions in a deep gravelly voice.

"I'd hardly say simple, I mean he got his head cut off" I say back wondering why he's asking so many questions.

"True, but still....What division are you in? I know some people in the FBI" he says, cocking his head to the side curiously.

"CID, criminal investigation division" I say back smiling fakely.

"Hm...Well agent, I'd love to continue this conversation but I have to get back to the station" he says, reaching out to shake my hand.

"Oh okay, well I'll see you detective..?" I wait for an answer as I shake his hand.

"Oh sorry, Elijah Williams" he says, pulling out a business card from his pocket.

"Here if you ever need a consultant on a case don't hesitate to call" he smiles.

"Thanks detective, I'll see you around" I say, grabbing the card and putting it in my pocket as I walk away. When I'm almost to my car he stops me sprinting up to me, I turn around confused.

"Actually, I think I could use your help here. I have to break the news to the parents and interview them and your skills could be useful" he says, cocking his eyebrow waiting for my answer.

"Sure detective, I'd love to help" I say starting to smile realizing this could help me figure out who killed the vamp.

"Excellent, let's head to the station" he says, smiling walking to his car. I head to mine, putting it in drive following Elijah. When we get to the station we head inside side by side getting into an elevator with him clicking the 4th floor button.

"So agent Winters, how long have you been in the FBI?" He questioned me.

"About 4 years"

"Oh wow you look way too young for that, how old are you?" He says slightly shocked

"25, I was an overachiever" I say laughing lightly

"Yeah I guess so" he says laughing with me, the elevator dings letting us out, I look around while walking scoping out the place.

"Hey Williams who is this?" A guy in a suit comes over stopping us looking me up and down.

"Sir, I was just coming to talk to you. This is agent Taylor Winters from the FBI. She's helping me on the headless homicide that I got assigned to, I was wondering if that's okay?" He asks respectfully.

"Yeah sure whatever helps us around here that doesn't cost money" he says laughing.

"That's great, thank you sir" Williams says gratefully.

"No problem but all jokes aside the parents are waiting in the interview room they seem...off. But I'm sure you and your new friend can handle it" he says patting Williams on the shoulder and nodding at me walking off

"Well let's get to it" he says starting to walk away, I nod following behind. When we get to a wooden door Williams turns to me.

"Ready?" He asks.

"Mhm" I say back he nods, turning back, opening the door.

"What happened?!" A man looks at us back and forth urgently.

"Mr. Smith please take a seat" Williams gestures to the seat next to Mrs. Smith who's just looking ahead with a cold dead stare.

"Fine, but you tell me what happened to our son, now" he demands I look at him confused. How did he know we were talking about his son? Why is he so sure something happened?, I think to myself, when I look over at Williams he must be thinking the same thing as I can see the confusion written on his face.

"I'm sorry but your son is dead" Williams looks at them with a sorry look but the mom just keeps staring ahead blankly. While the dad folds his arms sitting back, well that's not the typical reaction.

"I'm sorry did you hear him?" I say confused.

"Yeah sweetheart we heard it's just expected" he sighs out.

"I knew this would happen" the mom finally speaks up looking over to her husband.

"You knew? Did he have enemies?" I ask.

"Not that we knew of, but you see...you might wanna sit down" the dad raises his hand towards the chairs on the opposite side of the table. Williams and I sitting down listening.

"Our son was...special. he was a-a" the dad struggles to spit it out

"A vampire" the mom whispers, I look at them in shock. They knew.

"A vampire?" William repeats looking at them like they're crazy. Oh to be innocent and sheltered from the horrors of this world again.

"I know you won't believe us but it's true" the dad says finally, looking a little solemn.

"He was human once" the mom says, still looking blank, but the tears falling from her eyes give away her sadness.

"I'm sure it must be like losing him all over again" I say looking at them sadly Williams looking over at me confused.

"Yeah...anyway was your son Adam acting strange before he passed?" William questions moving on.

"We hadn't seen him since he turned, years ago..." the dad trails off, i can't help but feel bad even if their son was a monster it wasn't their fault or Adam's for that matter. I snap out of it not letting myself get sucked into a hole that's hard to climb out of.

"Ok that's all we needed again sorry for your loss" William says smiling smally getting up and leaving I follow him wondering why he's cutting it short.

"Hey what's going on?" I ask confused.

"They're clearly not in there right frame of mind and if the part about not seeing Adam for a year is true they're useless" he says shrugging I want to scream at him for being so insensitive but I realize to him they're crazy, not telling the truth, not having to grieve all over again for there now truly dead son.

"Yeah you're probably right" I say pretending I don't know the truth, he nods.

"Let's go to my office, we can order some food and try to figure something else out" he says.

"Sounds great" I say back, following him to a nice cushy office with a couch that looked like it'd been slept in.

"Sorry I didn't expect company" he says seeing me look at the makeshift bed going over fixing it.

"It's ok, I get it" I say smiling, he smiles back appreciatively.

"I have some statements to go over if you wanna split it up?" He asks going over to his desk, finding some files holding them up.

"Yeah sure" I say walking over grabbing them sitting down on the chair in front of his desk.

"So what food are you feeling?" He questions.

"Hmm, there's a great taco place that delivers down the street from the motel I'm staying at" I say thinking of the delicious tacos I had a couple days ago.

"Motel? The FBI couldn't spring for something nicer?"

"I move around a lot it wouldn't be financially smart" I say shifting realizing I gave a little too much information away.

"That's true I guess, and yeah tacos sounds great I'll order it and be right back" he smiles coming out from behind his desk, dialing the number as he's walking out.

"Time to get to work" I sigh out opening the first file.

It's been a couple hours of going over statements, testing theories, and eating amazing tacos that I didn't even realize how late it was till I looked at the clock.

"Oh wow it's 9 already, I should get going" I say getting up, taking my trash and throwing it away.

"Oh yeah, I didn't even realize" he says laughing lightly I smile back.

"Well I'll see you detective" I say heading towards the door.

"Winters wait" I turn around looking at him.

"You've been a lot of help on this case and I appreciate that but it's still not solved, do you think you could come back tomorrow and help out some more. I know it's a lot to ask as I'm sure you have more important cases, but I'm kinda desperate" he chuckles looking at me hopefully.

"Um...yeah sure I can do that" I say thinking if it's a good idea or not.

"Awesome thank you" he says smiling.

"No problem detective" I say smiling back saying goodbye heading out the door, I get in my car and drive off heading to the motel.

"What a day" I sigh out, opening the door to my room but when I head inside something feels off. I look around seeing nothing out of place but I swear I can feel someone watching me. I go to grab my gun under my pillow when all of a sudden I feel hands on my shoulders pulling me back into them. I go to fight back but hear a gun click pausing.

"Hey sweetheart" I hear a familiar voice say.

"Who are you?" I demand he just laughs, turning me around while still holding the gun to my head. When I see his face I recognize him as Mr. Smith the vamps father I look at him confused but when he opens his mouth showing me his fangs I see he's a monster just like his son.

"A family of vampires huh?" I say sarcastically.

"Not exactly, my wife's just a human blood bag" he says grinning, my face screwing up in disgust.

"Oh don't be like that, she doesn't mind...anymore" he laughs.

"Fuck you, asshole" I say but he doesn't seem to like that as he takes the gun from my head hitting me in the nose with the handle of it. I stumble back clutching my nose groaning out in pain feeling warm blood drip down my face. When I look up I see him staring at my face hungrily pointing the gun at me still. I take a few steps back grabbing the knife I keep hidden under the waistline of my pants.

"What do you think you gonna do with that?" He asks smirking

"Kill you" I say back jumping into action running forward cutting him on the wrist making him drop the gun.

"Ah ha that the best you got?" He says angrily as I quickly grab the gun from the floor pointing it at him.

"You shoot that and everyone hears, plus it'll only hurt me and then I'll kill you" he says cockily. I grit my teeth knowing he's right, deciding I have to let him go for now.

"You have five seconds to get the hell out" I say sternly.

"You're letting me go?" He says smiling confusedly.

"For now" I say, cocking my head and pointing the gun towards the door, signaling him to leave. He looks at the door for a minute before looking back at me.

"Till we meet again" he says, dramatically bowing keeping eye contact with me.

"Can't wait" I say rolling my eyes to which he laughs heading out the door smiling.

"Fuck" I mutter out to myself going over to the door locking it. Leaning against it and taking a deep breath, feeling blood still coming down from my nose. After going to the bathroom and cleaning my hands and nose of blood, I decided to prepare for tomorrow. I go out to my car unlocking the trunk and opening the secret compartment underneath the top of it where I keep all my weapons. Holding it open with a shotgun I ruffle through some guns and ammo, getting to my knives looking around before pulling out my machete and a couple knives. I closed the trunk quickly heading back inside, I put a knife in my bedside's drawer just in case that asshole comes back, and put the machete in my duffel for tomorrow.

[jacks-manidiary]

Have been keeping my& smaller updates to Discord servers, but since I& don't have any bigger updates I& think I& look like I&'m just inactive. Which I&'m not! Prime, it's surprising that this blog actually lasted so long.

So, how I& spent November 16th, huh? Started it out with realizing I& don't actually feel anything about it at all but celebrating anyway. I& had to go somewhere that day and these days, well, it's not that I& don't leave the house at all but I& do only leave it once a week these days. Yeah. But at least it's different from isolation bc I& got family folks around. Maybe too around. But yeah, going outside, the only time of the week that I& change into my& canon clothes out of the pjs. It's always nice. I& should do that more but the weather is horrible.

The place where I& had to go had a field nearby, and I& ended up waiting at the bus station in complete darkness for an hour or so, fun, but I& got to wander a tiny bit out in the field and had the realization that this was where I& was supposed to be. A field at night, running away from mobs chasing me& because nobody on this prime damn server sleeps. Good times, miss those. When I& come back to Ukraine I&'m most definitely frolicking in a field the moment I& can. There's not a field for miles here in Germany, unless I& take a bus to bumfuck nowhere outskirts, but in Ukraine there's fields everywhere. Just don't know if I&'ll be allowed to frolick at night.

It was also cold yesterday. And I& had to stand there for many hours and knew exactly just how cold it was. I& do have a lot of things to associate cold with, temperatures in general are A Thing for me&. Miss Snowchester. The rest of the DSMP in my& memories feels cold too but that may be warped perception because of the current weather. Also, surprisingly the cold actually helped me& feel my& tail better because I& felt like it was appropriate that it would be numb from the freezing. Maybe I&'ll make a tailwarmer one day! Not that I& need one, but it would be nice.

Lastly, had a lot of thoughts on music. Thanks to having to wait for hours, I& just put on some rave and dnb playlists I& had saved recently, and those just ended up making me& feel... detached from my& identity? Obviously, the boredom of just standing there while dying from the cold was probably a far more contributing factor, but I& felt like different music would not do this to me&. Of course, I& listened until the end of those playlists anyway because the music was really good, but it kinda felt dangerous. Made me& feel numb and maybe even interested in the idea of walking into the oncoming traffic, imagining cars pass through me&. It was weird, not the kinda thoughts I&'m usually having.

Music made me& realize that my& other life, while isn't really innacurate to call a past life considering it's behind me& now, actually happened sometime from 2020 to 2023. I& think. May have ended in 2022. These years all feel like a blur anyway. But yeah, lots of the songs I& liked back on DSMP were ones that... DEFINITELY came out after my& birth year for this body. I& don't know how, but I& reincarnated into this world after my& death in the other. And I&... chose this past life, too? I& can figure out how this works psychologically, but spiritually I& am a little bit stumped. Am I& actually a soulbond? Because I& am definitely not separate from Luigra. Did I& merge? What happened there?

All those thoughts in a day's worth of boredom. I& have more thoughts from both before and after Nov 16th.

[aprillikesthings]

I'm so envious of people who write fast and write easily. I can often picture scenes but then I go to describe them and there's just no way they'd work that way, or once it's in words it looks fucking dumb, or I can't find the words to describe the things I can feel and see in my head, and there are days it's like this monumental effort to get down ANYTHING.

But also: up until l literally 2016 I had convinced myself I couldn't write fiction at all! So part of me still believes it's all been a fluke and I will once again be unable to write fiction any day now. Which isn't true??? That's. Not how it works.

I only started writing because I'd fallen hard for Amethyst/Peridot in SU, and there was a tiny handful of fics in the tag. I wrote down a silly headcanon in narrative form and posted it before I could change my mind--and people liked it!

And then I had an idea for a story, and then another story, and then another one--and people liked them! I was writing for a tiny corner of the fandom, but anything new I posted got about 100-150 hits and a few dozen kudos in the first 24-48 hours, because that was the number of people obsessively checking the ship's tag and attempting to read everything.

(It's still funny to think about, but I wrote, like, a double-digit percentage of the explicit Amedot fics out there; which means that anyone who liked smutty stories of those two had likely at least attempted to read my stories!)

And then like a week after the first K/DA video came out, I managed to post the first explicit Akali/Evelynn K/DA fic, and shit blew up from there. I will never forget the :O of watching my hit count climb to 1000 in a single day. I kept refreshing the fic over and over and realizing: dozens of people are reading this. Right this second. While I sit here in my pj's. WHAT. THE FUCK.

For a few months? I think?, that first K/DA fic of mine was the third most kudos'ed fic for the entire League of Legends fandom tag!

(If you sort for the pairing/explicit/by kudos, I'm still on the first page; but definitely not top five, lol.)

I still think my K/DA fics are some of my best writing, but a huge reason for it was being in a very active server (...which I started) and constantly bumping ideas off of each other. Also if you're writing all the time you just get better at it!

I wrote a few things for Arcane, and what's wild is that one of them is my most popular fic by FAR, but so many people were reading Arcane (...okay, specifically CaitVi) fics that that one is nowhere near the top for that fandom, by any way of measuring things.

ANYWAY. I've said all this before.

But I'm hella out of practice writing fic. I mostly yell into the void here when I'm stuck on something, though I've been doing that less lately.

But I've never been a fast writer! There's been a handful of times I've managed more than a thousand words in a single day, and I know people who can do like 4k words per day on the regular, no problem.

And even the stuff I do write, these days I want to edit like fifty times before posting them. Mostly because my ability to spot issues in my writing is sharper than my ability to fix them, I guess? But also because I constantly change my mind on things.

I'm not going to lie: I knew I wouldn't get a lot of readers, I'm writing an au a lot of people don't care about four years after the end of the show. But it still sucks to see how slowly any of my numbers increase. I got hella spoiled back in the day; I took a screenshot of the kudos email after I posted the one explicit CaitVi fic I wrote because it was BANANAS. (And posted it to facebook to brag lol.)

But dammit, I want to tell this fucking story. I haven't even gotten to the good fun stuff yet; the stuff I'm really excited about that I've seen in my head a thousand times.

I keep refusing to let myself write it, out of fear I won't write the stuff in between, but I think I might sketch out some of my ideas anyway, just to help push me to write the stuff between now and then.

ugghghgh it's been nearly a week since I managed to write anything on my au fic but I got some words down finally

Dunno if they're any good but it's something

Writing them being apart, meeting new friends; all that shit--it's difficult!

But also once again I ended up googling shit like "what were school lunches like in the 1960's" (bad, but mostly bad in the same way home cooking was at the time--nothing fresh, lots of meatloaf and canned green beans and pints of milk)

[hoodedpanda333]

MC Has A Nightmare

Prologue

The brothers and the MC had spent the last movie night watching horror movies. Now, usually you're pretty good at compartmentalizing the movies you watch and reality, but for some reason this one really stuck with you. Enough to cause you to have a nightmare. Too scared to go back to sleep, you have no choice but to run to your favorite demon brother for comfort.

Lucifer

Now it isn't uncommon for Lucifer to be in his study at all hours of the...day?...night?(idk devildom time is weird)

In fact, he's fallen asleep on his desk more times that you can count

And far more than he'd ever admit

Fortunately for you though, he was still awake when you knocked on his door

He sounds annoyed when he tells you to come in, but it's gone when he sees your face

You explain to Lucifer that you had a nightmare and that you wanted to see him

He smirks, tilting his head at you

You can feel his patronizing gaze as he watches you in your Pj's, standing at his door

As much as he wants to tease you, he can't help but beam at the thought of you searching him out

It's not surprising, after all he is the Lucifer, but you're also his human and there's something about it being you that gets his heart beating

He once again glances at you, watching him like a deer caught in the headlights

Sitting back in his chair, he pats his lap for you sit

"If you can be a good little human and sit patiently while I finish my work, we can take this back to my room."

Who knows if you'll actually be sleeping or not though ¯\_( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)_/¯

Mammon

The great Mammon can sometimes admit to his lesser attributes

It's hard not to when you're constantly reminded of your shortcomings by your entire family every day

Greedy? Yeah, it's in his name after all

Scumbag? Sure, fine, hurtful but he can accept it

But COWARD?? Nah fam, do people still say fam?

Anyway, he can admit to all of these things, BUT

he will never EVER admit to being scared

So, when he wakes up in a cold sweat, memories of his dream seeping into his conscious mind yet slowly slipping away

Of course he swears it has nothing to do with the movie he and his brothers (and MC) watched just a few hours prior

And he CERTAINLY does not scream at the top of his lungs when he sees you standing at the foot of his bed in the pitch black

But for real, MC, not cool. Not that he's scared or anything

When he finally calms down (not scared!!) and you manage to tell him of your own nightmare,

Well, who would he be if he didn't care about his human??

Of course the great Mammon will let you sleep next to him

And no, MC, he isn't blushing, it's just hot in his room ok???

Also, he is totally bragging the next morning about how you obviously knew he was the bravest demon in the devildom to have come to him

😤😤

Leviathan

This fucking otaku hikikomori ass bitch over here

Dark circles under the eyes looking ass

*Ahem* sorry

Needless to say, he's so engrossed by the show on his television he doesn't even hear you enter his room

It isn't until you tap his shoulder that he even BLINKS

Once he sees you, though, he groans about how you are interrupting during his favorite part

After you manage to explain to him, his whining is now replaced by ridiculing

Of course he starts making fun of you, calling you a normie and a baby for being so scared at a movie

And leave it to him to bring up the fact that you literally live in the devildom with demons, so what movie could really be scarier than that?

Feeling worse about yourself, you cross your arms and pout, walking up to Henry's fish tank

Then you start talking about Levi like he isn't there, bringing up TSL and how Levi doesn't deserve a Henry for being so mean

Needless to say, he ends up being more upset that you're talking to Henry and not him that you end up making up silently and falling asleep to the sounds of anime in the background

Seriously, that fish needs a raise for babysitting the both of you

(Levi stans don't come for me, I love this fucker but it's true!!)

Satan

To your surprise Satan wasn't in his room

It took you longer to find him then it should have, however, seeing as the only logical location would be the library

but, in your defense, you are recovering from your nightly terror, so

Once you do manage to find him, though, you're actually no longer afraid

Not expecting to run into anyone else this late into the night, Satan is surprised to see you lurking at the entrance of the library

He motions you over and asks you what's wrong, not taking his eyes off of his book for more than a second

Feeling slightly self conscious, you're hesitant to tell Satan about your bad dreams

However, lying to Satan is nearly impossible, so the truth comes out on it's own

To your surprise, and to his credit, Satan doesn't tease you or laugh in your face

In fact, all he does is listen

Once you finish talking, he turns your attention to the book in his hand

First, he asks if you've ever read it, and when you tell him no it's as if a switch goes off in his head

Suddenly, in the midst of Satan's rambling and you somehow finding yourself leaning into his side,

You end up forgetting about your nightmare entirely 🙂

Asmo

Unlike the others so far, Asmo is the only one to actually be asleep when you find him

You might have regretted waking him up if you weren't so afraid, but it was a risk you were willing to take

As to be expected, Asmo wasn't too happy to be woken up so late...early...whatever

In fact you were just about to leave him to his rest when he grabs you by the arm and pulls you into him

He hums onto your ear about repaying him for being so rude

As this is the typical response from Asmo in regards to...well everything, you're actually not surprised

You end up pouring your heart out to him with him rubbing your shoulder

"Now, now, MC, keep furrowing your face and you'll cause wrinkles! Wouldn't want the second prettiest creature in the devildom to get wrinkles, now would we?"

He comforts you, in his own little way, and somehow it works

Whether or not it's because you take the compliment or if you think he's ridiculous, it works

Now this next part is up to you, but Asmo does make you an offer to stay the night

Surprisingly though, he seems genuinely open to solely cuddling back to sleep

You can decide if it goes further than that 😉☺️

Beelzebub

Waking up after a nightmare is one thing

It's another thing entirely when you wake up to the sounds of the avatar of gluttony devouring everything in the kitchen

Especially how close it is to your room, you suddenly fear a monster lurking under your bed

Luckily for you it's only Beel having his late night...uh...snack? Sure.

You're shocked when he turns to look at you, some sort of red meat hanging out of his mouth

You have half the thought of still being in the nightmare, just waiting for a hunger fueled Beelzebub to switch to gnawing on you next

Much to your relief, however, he swallows down the last of his food and offers some to you

You explain that you're still shaken up from your dream and he gives the most puppy eyed look before giving you a hug, still munching away

You even believe he says something comforting between mouthfuls...it's the attempt that matters

Eventually he either gets his fill or, more likely, he eats everything

Point is, he now scoops you into his arms completely, finally able to form a coherent sentence

He explains that he's used to Belphie cuddling with him when he has a nightmare and finds that talking about it usually scares them away

At least, that's what Belphie tells him

You talk about the movie and how you felt stupid for letting it get to you, the whole time he's stroking your head/back listening to everything you say with a hum

It's hard not to feel relaxed after that

It's up to you if you go back to your room or if you stay with Beel

He gives you the option, and even offers to stay in your room for the night

Needless to say, you were no longer afraid the rest of the night

Belphegor

Ah yes it is he, the avatar of sloth, the narcoleptic man himself, the wears sunglasses to class but can't disguise his snoring, the sleepiest sleeper of them all

He's the one you expect to be passed out and you're not wrong... entirely

Belphegor is always tired, but it's not just because it's his nature

Surprisingly, he's a bit of an insomniac when it comes to sleeping at night

After all, it can hardly be a sin when you're supposed to be asleep now can it?

So, while he is lying down in his bed with his eyes closed that by no means entails he's actually asleep

In fact, he's been tossing and turning for hours and only stopped when he hears you enter

The two of you have an unspoken agreement

If one of you finds your way into the others room in the middle of the night there is always an open invitation to cuddle

So, much to his expectation, without a word you silently slip under his covers

To your shock, however, Belphegor turns over and hooks his arms around you, burying his face into your shoulder

"You want to talk about it?"

"Will you stay awake long enough to listen?"

He chuckles but you start telling him anyway

As you predicted, he fell asleep almost immediately

You honestly wouldn't have it any other way

[paper--moons]

Regressor!Shigaraki Headcanons

(with cg!Kurogiri)

Tomura's regression manifests primarily as a partially-involuntary trauma response due to the emotional and physical abuse from his father (not that he can remember it, but again, blocking it out is a common trauma response). It wasn't anything that concerned AFO at first, as he mostly tended to get a bit spacey and not much else; any risk of accidentally decaying anything with his quirk while he was spaced out was resolved easily enough by a pair of gloves provided by the doctor. However, as the years went on, the brief spacey spells grew more frequent (and more intense, developing into full-blown regression) and he found himself slipping easily enough into his safe smallspace, sometimes by choice even when things grew to be too much. By the time he's starting to form the LoV, he's figured out he's a babyspace regressor.

Now, he doesn't exactly tell AFO about his regression. He doesn't even really think that he's telling Kurogiri either, thinking of him as little more than another one of his master's puppets, if not something akin to an overbearing babysitter that he definitely doesn't need. He's never commented on the things Tomura's asked him to get before, bound to do as he says with not so much as a comment most days. But the things he keeps asking for start to get specific. Soft blankets are easy enough to dismiss, as he's rather cold-natured. The same explanation can be said for the cozy jumpers and warm pjs, even if he gravitates towards soft baby blues. Requests for stuffies earn him a curious glance, though it's the bolder and less subtle requests that really tip him off. Needless to say the way Tomura shoves a list of items at him, most inconspicuous save for the hastily scribbled—as if in a fit of pique—want of a sippy cup is a dead giveaway.

For his part, Kurogiri has long been tasked with keeping a watchful eye over Tomura, but there's always been a protective streak underlying the strict sense of duty that he couldn't fully understand. It wasn't something placed within him or even given by his orders—no, his protective streak is more innate and something he came with (and to his knowledge he wasn't supposed to come with anything). So when he notices these specific requests and discovered that Tomura benefited from regression, well...the pieces fell into place with a practiced ease he has no right having. He knew exactly what was going on and thought nothing of it, and even knew a few extra things he should pick up that Tomura would be needing but was probably too stubborn to ask for.

Tomura is both pleasantly surprised and acutely horrified at the extra items Kurogiri decided that he needed. Instead of just the sippy cup he had expected to find amidst the energy drinks, cheese puffs, and latest Pokémon game, he's met with several other items. Bottles, pacifiers, the works, because Kurogiri is nothing if not thorough—literally everything Tomura has ever found himself wanting while he's regressed is suddenly laid out before him with a nonchalance that's almost infuriating. In fact, he does start yelling about how he didn't ask for any of that stuff, only to be met with, "No, but I thought you would like it". The calm response is enough to make him realize that he isn't being made fun of and diffuses him, but the sudden rise and subsequent quelling of emotion leaves him feeling tired and small. Quite smaller than he's ever felt, as if encouraged by the shadowy hand that's being extended towards him, waiting patiently for him to decide whether he wants it or not.

When it boils down to it, there's no way around it: Tomura does want. Though he hadn't expected Kurogiri to be the one offering it, he desperately wants the affection. It's a rocky start given that this entails a lot of trust, and Tomura worries that he's being too difficult, but the man seems to have immeasurable patience with him. So while it does take a hot minute for him to be fully comfortable with his new cg, once he is there's no going back to being little and alone for him. They both quickly figure out that baby Tomura is very clingy with his new papa. If he doesn't slip with him nearby, then it doesn't take long for a very teary baby to make him aware that he's regressed and needs him. He's happiest when he gets to be carried and held, more than content to clutch tightly at his shirt and doze against his shoulder as he nurses his paci. Baby Tomura quickly comes to believe that Papa is safe, and he knows nothing bad can get him if Papa has him.

Perhaps unsurprisingly, the fact that he has someone to rely on starts to reshape his regression. Before, Tomura's regression days were spent with an unsure feeling looming over him as he spent lonely evenings curled up in bed and sucking on the cuff of his shirt sleeve. Now however? He's never left alone when he's feeling so small and vulnerable. Kurogiri is a constant at his side, doting on him the entire time—making sure his little dust bunny gets something in his tummy even of it's only a couple of bottles of milk, reading storybooks to him and letting him ooh and ahh over the colorful pictures for as long as he wants before turning the page, gently encouraging any babbling with perfectly timed That's very interestings or You make an excellent point, Tomuras. At every turn Tomura is getting spoiled rotten and honestly? It's what he deserves.

And despite his rather straight-forward nature, Kurogiri is careful in concealing Tomura's regression from the others as per his wishes. Again, he gets the sense that he's kept something similar secret for someone before, a niggling familiarity that worms its way into his thoughts whenever he looks down at his charge. It feels right—feels good—to be able to take care of him in such a way. As if he's finally realizing his true purpose, or unburying a part of himself long forgotten. But sometimes things get confused, lines blurring between past and present lives. Kurogiri finds himself unsure of when his little one began to prefer bunnies over kittens, soft blues over soft yellows, or chocolate milk over vanilla milk. So he begins to keep a list of all the little differences in a small notepad that he tucks away in the breastpocket of his vest, determined to make sure he gets it right this time.

[chaoticparker]

Movie Night

peter parker x reader

w/c: 0.7k

warnings: one lil suggestive joke but its all fluff

summary: You and Peter have a movie night

a/n: let me know what you think <3

masterlist

"I got the popcorn in the microwave, did you pick out a movie yet?" You asked as you walked into Peter's room, in which Peter was sitting on his bed with his computer out.

"No, I can't decide between Ferris Bueller's Day Off and Clue, what do you want?" Peter replied. You and Peter recently decided that you would watch one movie from each decade, tonight being 80's, each Friday, because Friday was always May's late day so Peter and you would have the apartment all to yourselves.

"What no Star Wars suggestions tonight? You always ask to watch them." You crossed your arms and Peter just rolled his eyes, "If were to watch Star Wars in chronological order, The Phantom Menace came out in the 90's and if we were to watch it in release order A New Hope came out in the 70's. And I don't want to start with the second or third ones. Isn't obvious?" You and Peter laughed and you sat down next to him on the bed, "No but seriously what do you want to watch?"

"Hmmmm, let's watch Ferris Buller, I already know how Clue ends." You smiled teasingly and Peter placed his hand behind your head and pulled you in for a kiss. You both smiled into the kiss, it was messy and may not be even considered a kiss, but it was fun and sweet.

*Beep* *Beep*

You pulled away and Peter jokingly frowned, "I'll get the popcorn and you set up the movie, 'k?" Peter nodded and as you got up your heard a faint, 'I can't believe I got cocked block by fucking popcorn', from Peter which made you bite back a laugh.

You quickly opened the microwave and then opened the popcorn bag and poured the popcorn into the bowl. You quickly took a handful of popcorn and ate it as you walked back towards Peters room.

When you went through the door you saw Peter snuggly under the covers. When he noticed you standing in the door way, he lifted half of the covers and you slid in next to him. He pressed play on his laptop and you handed him the bowl.

As you watched the movie, you both made commentary on the plot and the characters, and your hands brushed up against each others a lot and it made Peter blush like a middle schooler.

Once the movie was done Peter reluctantly got up and gave you a quick kiss on the cheek, "I'm gonna clean and put the bowl away, I'll be right back." You hummed in response and tried to work up the courage to actually get up and get changed into your pj's.

Peter was back surprisingly quickly and practically pulled you out of bed. "Come on darling, you need to get up." You got up and peter went over to his closet and pulled out an oversized shirt of his and tossed it to you. "I'll be in the bathroom, just knock when your done."

You turned around and got changed into the super oversized shirt. You knew that the shirt was big on Peter but you didn't realize how big. It was practically a nightgown on you, but as unflattering as it might've been on you, it smelt like Peter which always made you happy.

You've probably have stolen at least 5 sweatshirts from Peter but they have all lost his scent. You and Peter did have a system where you take a few of his sweatshirts, make them smell like you, then give them back to Peter, and the cycled continued. You believed that this the most clique and embarrassing couples thing you both do, but honestly you really did not care, Peter had amazing taste in comfy sweatshirts so Mj's eye roll that she gave you was completely worth it.

You knocked on the bathroom door and Peter swung it open, "all yours, lovely" You moved to do your nightly routine and Peter switch places with you, "I'll meet you in bed." Peter kissed you again and left.

A short time later you left the bathroom and headed to Peters bed. As you entered his room, a small light on his bed side table was on and you could see Peters passed out face and his arms and legs all sprawled out. You gave a light laugh and turned the light off and crawled into the bed. You had too lightly shove Peter to the side which must of slightly woken him up, because he wrapped his arms around you. "Night love."

"night Peter."

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colette & sofia.

   “i’ll keep that promise, too. no matter what it is or how boring it is, me and you will just talk more.” she said with a smile as she gave her another little wink. she knew that was mostly directed at her, especially when she played away games. sofia had to reach out more, facetime colette more, text, whatever it was just to make the two of them feel closer to one another. “i want to hear everything, and i’m holding you to that okay?” she teased again as she nudged her foot and went back to her food. “and i know a lot of that is me, i promise to tell you all about my boring practices. i wish there was something fun that usually happens but i’ll let you know everything, i promise.” as she finished up with her meal and took another long sip of her drink, she already felt this weight being lifted off of her shoulders. they were on the same page and already off on the right foot. “i’m not worried either… actually it feels really nice not to have to worry.” she said with a little chuckle and a shrug of her shoulders. “want to get dessert here? or we can get something to go if you want.” 

          colette smiles, already looking forward to it. she's determined to make an effort the second time around. she can now admit that she had taken sofia for granted the first time, always assuming sofia would be around forever. until she wasn't. although colette knew she was lucky to have her again, she wouldn't be so careless the second time around. "yes, ma'am. i'll tell you everything, from the amount of dresses i've designed in a day to all the pee breaks in between," colette teased as she continued to eat. she wondered if she'd actually end up being that extreme and adding all of that. knowing her, she might. "we'll share every detail with each other. i want to hear every boring thing about practice. minus the whole getting dirty part. i think i could live without knowing that. or any potential injuries. even the mention of that mskes me queasy." yes, colette was a big baby but she was proud of it. "then that's a good sign, isn't it? none of us are worried. i think this means everything will work out for the better between us again," colette replied, determined to remain the hopeful optimist out of the two of them, "uh, we could take it to go and go back to mine. nothing says the end of a perfect date like eating strawberry cheesecake in pj's. if you really want to do that instead. i don't want to force you or anything."