#but yeah idk it's very nice and i appreciate him a lot

[thotsfortherapy]

but yeah it also just makes me so grateful for my partner !!! like for the first time in my life my needs aren't questioned or made fun of they're just like. met. even if it's something 'small'/'silly' like wanting to leave a store immediately cause it's too overwhelming

like when I was a kid my mom would take us shopping for hours despite us vocally say please take us home we're tired and need rest and she would just tell us we were impatient and needed to wait. whereas if I tell my partner this is too much he'll be like tbh me too let's go.

so it's such whiplash to come home and be like wait what why are you invalidating me I'm literally right. but also it's refreshing because it's the first time where I'm assured enough in myself and my needs to like. not get gaslit about it. like yeah I am sensitive about certain topics but so is everyone. I don't actually want to spend 3 hours in church I'd rather be with my friends since I'm only here for a week. none of those things are weird to ask for I am not the problem here lmao

anyways damn is this what secure attachment feels like cause 😵‍���😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

man I'm low-key grateful for my late ADHD diagnosis cause after I told my mom her immediate reaction was to just force me to mask and be condescending about it and if that had happened when I was a kid that would just be another layer to unpack in therapy 😬

[angelofsmalldeaath]

I don’t know if your taking requests but I would love to read something about taking a bath with Andrew 🥰 anyway, I love you’re writing!!

this is genuinely the freakiest coincidence because i wrote half of this last night, wayyy before getting this request!! anon we share the same braincell

also thank you sm for reading!! i appreciate you very much 🤎🤎

cw: nudity (non-sexual), sappy and sickly sweet but at this point if you're coming here expecting anything else...idk what to tell you

“ah, you’re a sight for sore eyes,” he shuts the bathroom door behind him, shuts his eyes too and sighs for a long moment. 

i flick some of my bath bubbles at him and squawk in mock outrage. “i’m naked in here, you know?”

still leaning against the door, he half-opens his eyes and smirks, “that supposed to deter me, darling?”

i take him in properly then—hair slipping out of his bun, messy, unruly, like he’s ran his hands through it quite a lot today. the sleeves of his sweaters are pushed up to his elbows. ink stains his fingers, calluses litter the palm of his hands. 

“there’s no way the two of us are fitting in this together,” i laugh, “we’d spill water everywhere!”

“i’ll clean it,” he protests without missing a beat. “let me in? please?”

softness creeps into his features, the kind that melts my heart until it’s nothing but a beating mess at his feet. “get in,” i smile, “i’ve got a eucalyptus bubble bath going.”

sluggishly he begins to get out of his clothes—socks at first, tossed in one corner of the bathroom, then the sweater joins the pile. i stare at him, a bit mesmerised, at his stomach and chest and arms. all that skin on display, skin that i have touched and caressed and kissed a million times. and yet i feel breathless. 

a moment later, he kneels by the tub, still in his jeans, and flicks a thumb at the corner of my lips. “got a bit of drool there, baby.”

i flush, and he steals a kiss, smug and satisfied. 

“don’t be evil,” i pout, “i’ll uninvite you!”

“mm-hmm, and are you capable of that?”

i roll my eyes, trying to hide the smile creeping onto my face once again. it takes him a few more seconds to pull down his jeans, his boxers, and then i slide forward and make room for him. 

the regret is instant. “oh my god,” i scrunch my eyes shut as water floods the bathroom, drenching the edges of his discarded clothes. all he does is laugh—impish and full of mischief. “god you’re lucky i love you!”

“i am,” he kisses the nape of my neck once he settles behind me, “i really am.”

his skin is warm when i settle against him. he smells like he always does—his cologne, day old now, the fabric softener he’s used since long before i knew him, and something that is entirely and inexplicably him. i breathe in deep until it fills my lungs, until the smell of eucalyptus almost disappears from the room. 

“how was your day?” 

“honestly?” he sighs, and starts a vague soapy doodle on my thigh. “it was a lot. not quite so physically, just…emotionally. i couldn’t wait to get back home to you.”

“yeah? that bad?”

“just hard…not bad. never bad.”

i nod, and trace a vein on his arm, leaving a soapy trail behind. silence settles over us for a few moments, occasionally broken by his small sighs. it’s nice, this—being able to feel his heartbeat against my body. absently, he hums a tune, something i haven’t heard before. 

“that’s new,” i lean my head against his chest, relish the vibrations of his humming travelling through my body. “is it?”

“it is. nothing concrete, just something i’ve been toying around with.”

“‘s nice, sweet.”

“you think so?” he asks and i nod. after another moment of silence, he chuckles lightly, then tightens his hold on me. “maybe i’ll use it for a song about you. that’s a nice idea, isn’t it?”

“i didn’t know there were songs about me,” i giggle, and kiss the back of his hand, once and then once again for good measure. 

“there are always songs about you,” he nuzzles his face into the crook of my neck, kissing the spot where my pulse is quite obvious. “in my head or my notebooks or on any scraps of paper i can get my hands on. always you.”

like he so often does, he leaves me speechless—stuck between blushing and welling up—until he flicks bubbles on me and the moment dissolves away. 

“we should just get takeaway,” he declares innocently, like he hasn’t left me with a lump in my throat. “i just want to be lazy with you.”

i clear my throat, shake my head. “takeaway it is. i can order while you clean the bathroom, right?” i bite my lip and keep the laugh in. 

he groans, huffs on my shoulder. “god, you’re lucky i love you!”

“i am,” i kiss his knuckles softly, knowing i mean every single word of it. “i really am.”

[whimsyfinny]

He’s a Winchester

Chapter 5

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: It's been a long time since (Y/n) and Dean's paths have crossed. Last time they saw each other it was ‘98 and they were young and living in the moment. Nine years down the Line, their paths cross again, but (Y/n)s longest kept secret is about to become Deans reality.

Slow burn (ish), mom!reader

Warnings: language, alcohol, lots of feelings, small angst, bullying, reader being a victim

Chapter Word Count: 6639

MDNI 18+

A/N: sorry this took so long! Life has been a lot aha. I kinda feel like I’ve rambled on with this one, so I’m sorry about that… I also feel like this was kinda a filler chapter? Idk, I’m sorry if this one isn’t as exciting… Either way, I hope you like it! As always, it's only proofread by moi, so let me know of any errors. Also feedback is greatly appreciated!

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Chapter 5

Sunday mornings were the only time we could get away with being lazy. I would crawl out of bed at around eight o’clock - compared to my normal six o’clock - and shuffle downstairs in my pyjamas in search of coffee whilst Levi was either still sleeping or playing Guitar Hero on the PS2, quietly by himself. On this particular Sunday morning, however, I did indeed venture downstairs at just gone eight, and instead of finding one young boy playing video games by himself, I was greeted with the sight of him battling it out with his uncle whilst his dad sat and watched, critiquing his techniques. I padded in quietly, pulling my long soft cardigan around me further as I tried my best to watch on unseen, enjoying this moment just as much as they were and unwilling to pop their happy bubble. I watched for a few minutes, seeing how Sam didn't go easy on Levi just because he was a kid, and how Dean couldn't seem to take his eyes off his son who was entirely immersed in the game, a soft smile taking up permanent residence on his lips. Dean turned his head slightly and caught sight of me in the archway, that soft smile evolving into a pulse quickening grin. He stood quickly, striding over to me with those plaid pyjama pants distractingly low on his hips.

“G’mornin’ sweetheart, you sleep ok?” He was now a few inches away and smelt like coffee and warm linen - it was the sort of scent that wrapped around me and drew me in with an almost dangerous nature.

“Like the dead,” I grinned, looking up at him, “though I'm not surprised after all those beers and our 1AM bedtime. You're a bad influence Winchester,” I poked his chest and had to fight back a groan when I felt how frustratingly firm his muscles were beneath his grey henley. Instead of vocalising my ‘annoyance’, I bit my lip, which in its own way I suppose was worse. Worse, because now those mossy green eyes were looking at my mouth, their gaze lingering before looking back up to my eyes.

“What can I say except I had a good time? It was nice catching up like that. It was like…”

“Like we’d gone back to a simpler time?”

“Like we'd never been apart.” 

Those words held a sudden weight to them that thumped deep in my chest.

“Yeah,” I said quietly, my eyes not leaving him, “I know what you mean”.

We both seemed caught up for a moment, silent and unmoving - just watching each other. He seemed totally steady, save for the deep inhale he took when I held his gaze just a little too long. He cleared his throat, breaking the trance that seemed too quick to have ever even existed in the first place.

“Coffee?” He asked, jabbing a thumb over his shoulder towards the kitchen.

“Coffee sounds great,” I smiled, glancing over to Sam and Levi who'd still failed to notice my arrival.

Dean and I paced leisurely to the kitchen where I was pleasantly surprised to see a pot of coffee already brewed, just waiting to be poured. Dean reached into the overhead cupboard, already learning where things were and selected two mugs. Pouring the hot liquid into both of them before handing me one, we both leant against the counter as I relished the warmth seeping through the ceramic and into my fingertips.

“You know,” I took a sip, humming in satisfaction, “I could get used to this,” my words felt dangerous the moment they slipped from my lips, a part of me kicking myself for vocalising such internal thoughts. Deans eyes widened almost fast enough for me to miss before his gaze returned to normal, his lips parting slightly as his mug paused on the elevation to his mouth. But once that half a second was over, it was like the fleeting surprise never happened. He simply hummed in agreement, his eyes soft and warm.

“Did you sleep ok?” I said quickly, taking the attention away from my earlier slip of words. He grinned with a nod.

“You have no idea how nice it is to sleep somewhere that's not musty and dusty and a possible crime scene from back in the eighties.” I grinned much like he did, my mind suddenly filling with images of brown and orange decor, unwashed bedsheets and spiders who might as well pay rent because they’ve been there so long.

“Well I can assure you that you're safe from all of that here - though no promises on the eighties crime scene, I have no idea who lived in this house back then.”

Deans grin turned more self assured as he raised an eyebrow at me.

“You don't think the equipment I brought would've made a noise if there was something here that went bump in the night?”

“Equipment?” I almost snorted, “you mean the EMF thing that you made on ‘pimp my Walkman’?”

Dean practically clutched his pearls.

“How dare you - that thing is a work of art. Blood, sweat and tears went into that masterpiece,” by the end of his sentence he was grinning again, almost like he knew he was talking out of his ass.

“Uh huh. Sure thing baby.”

Shit.

Deans lips twitch upwards as the intensity of his gaze sparks up something hot before quickly dying out, his posture straightening as he lifts his mug to his mouth again. I kick myself a second time for letting the term of endearment roll off my tongue. I’d never had this issue before - accidentally calling people nicknames or anything of the sort. I’d dated guys who had perfectly reasonable names that I always remembered to call them. Yet Dean… he stood here, in my kitchen after almost a decade and somehow still managed to turn my brain to butter. It was hard to describe, as surely I couldn’t still feel that way for someone who I’d been parted from for so long with not a whisper of their name from anyone's lips but my own. I no longer knew him. Nine years of time and life and experiences will have sculpted Dean and everything that I knew him to be into a totally different person…wouldn’t it? Hell, maybe he’s even got a girlfriend somewhere out there who's waiting for him to return to her, but he’s just been too nice to mention it. That, or I’ve been too selfishly wrapped up in things that used to be us to even think of asking. Perhaps the mushy consistency of my brain was simply another symptom of some so-called ‘muscle memory’, as my current behaviour was always how I’d been around him. Flirty. Playful. Infatuated. Perhaps I simply didn’t know how else to act; how to be normal in his presence because I knew he’s seen every inch of me, both physically and philosophically. He’d seen my ugly days yet he’d still kissed away the turmoil without so much as a second thought. Maybe, just maybe, I needed to reel myself back in - take myself back to before we were star crossed lovers. Before the memories were made and our hearts beat to the same tune. Back when we were just two people who would laugh and joke and stay up late. Perhaps that would make this all easier.

“There’s that name again,” Deans low drawl snapped me from my internal debate, an unreadable expression dawning on his features.

“Yeah, I’m sorry, I just- I don’t think my mouth and brain are working together anymore,” I sighed, fighting to keep some sliver of amusement in my voice. 

“Oh yeah?” a smirk appeared on Deans face, that playful glint returning to his eye as he chewed his bottom lip as though having an internal debate of his own. Who knows what side won, but I’m sure some form of sleep depravity was involved with his next few words: “I remember a time when your mouth didn’t need your brain and it worked just fine on its own.” If his aim here was to make me flustered, he’d sure as hell succeeded as heat bloomed across my cheeks and my mouthful of coffee was spat back into my cup with a splutter.

“Dean!”

He released an almost wicked laugh, clearly pleased with himself for my reaction. If he was going to be making comments like that on a regular basis, it was going to prove extremely difficult for ‘operation: we’re just friends’ to be in full effect. 

“I’m sorry sweetheart, I’ll stop,” his words were softer yet the edge of amusement was still present.

I scowled at him with as much venom as a fucking wetwipe, my own amused grin straining at my lips.

“You better,” I jabbed a finger into his chest before placing my half empty coffee mug on the counter, turning away from him to rummage through the kitchen cupboards. I turned back around a moment later and thrust four bowls in his hands along with four spoons and two large cereal boxes.

“Put these on the table before you say anything else that might cause me to choke on my coffee.”

I watched a choking innuendo pass right before his eyes yet he bit his tongue and pursed his lips, taking a moment before his eyebrows rose slightly.

“Were you always this bossy?”

“I’m not bossy, I just have a child who needs to be fed. Now, table,” I pointed to the items in his arms before pointing to their designated destination.

“You could at least say ‘please’,” his tone was growing taunting and it drew a sigh from my chest.

“Fine. Can you put those things on the table, please.”

“Hmm… I don’t feel like you meant that, it felt a little… I don't know… hostile?” The grin was now in full effect.

“DEAN.”

“Ok! I’m going!” he turned and did as I asked, finally setting the table for all four of us. 

Breakfast passed by with so much ease it was as though we’d done it every day of our lives. Sam and Levi continued to talk about Guitar Hero whilst Dean listened, chipping in the classic rock trivia where he could. The whole time, I just sat, listened and watched, absorbing everything about this moment in time and doing whatever I could to make this a core memory. I breathed in, telling myself to remember the smell of sugar and coffee in the air, along with the new and unfamiliar masculine undertone of cologne and old leather. I looked around, watching how the golden morning light made their hair and skin glow in shades of amber and white, the small dust particles in the air illuminated like fireflies. The sound of their animated chatter was soft, creating a serene ambiance that was as pleasant on the ears as notes from a music box. Everything about this moment was all I’d dreamt of; from the fully occupied breakfast table to the relaxed atmosphere, and the cherry on the cake was knowing that these men were family. Levis family. He had a dad and an uncle who wanted to cherish him and spend time with him, to make him feel so important and loved that it made up for nearly nine years of absence. I know, deep, deep down that part of this was from them feeling guilty - Dean more so than Sam - yet that was only a small part. Their love and affection for him stemmed from something real and it was so easy to see, so fucking clear on their faces, that it made me want to cry. And that feeling was so fucking strong that I had to excuse myself from the table and freshen up in the bathroom, barely able to utter a word to them as I stepped away.

After taking five and splashing some water on my face I emerged from the bathroom and headed back downstairs. Sam and Levi were back in front of the playstation, this time playing Need for Speed, and Dean remained at the table, another coffee between his palms as he leant forwards, staring into the liquid. He must’ve heard me coming as he looked up with a slightly concerned expression. 

“You ok?” he asked.

“Yeah,” my voice didn’t come out as level as I’d hoped, so I diverted the conversation. “I thought that’d be you over there playing Need for Speed. How come you’re over here glaring at your coffee?”

“Ahh, we’ve been up for a while and I spent about an hour on Guitar Hero with Levi before you came down. Plus…” the small smile on his lips that appeared when he looked over at his son was now directed towards me, “I wanted to talk to you.”

“Uh oh, I hate it when sentences start like that.”

“No, it’s nothing bad. I just…uhhh… well, last night when we were talking, you said something that I can’t stop thinking about,” despite his calm expression, his knuckles were starting to turn white around his cup.

“I said a lot of things last night, Dean, you’re going to ha-”

“Let me take you out.”

“What?” 

“Let me take you out,” he repeated, but this time softer and slower, “you said last night that you never get to go out for drinks anymore and that you’ve had some pretty shit dates,” we both grimaced slightly at the thought of that. “ Well… I’m here. Let me take you out. Levi is at a sleepover tonight so you have nothing to worry about where he’s concerned,” he took a deep breath and reached across the table to place his hand, warm and large, over mine. “Let me do something nice for you, like you deserve.” There was a pause as silence settled between us for a moment. He wanted to take me out. Like, a date, or just as old friends, or as co-parents…? I had no idea what his angle was on this. Did he want to have sex? Was that it? Was he just trying to get his dick wet? Old Dean would occasionally pull those tricks with me, though they were usually few and far between, but would the new Dean do that? Was it even a low bar thing to do? Maybe it’s a pity date, and he’s only taking me out because I’ve been so incapable of being able to replace him with someone who is better - who probably doesn’t even exist - that he’s now just feeling sorry for me. Why, oh why the ever living fuck am I even over analysing this? Dean wanted to take me for drinks so why should I care what his motive is. This is a fucking opportunity for me to relax and let loose a little. To not be mom for a few hours. To be me. And why should I care if he wants to fuck me? I should be flattered, right? That he possibly still finds me attractive? And I can’t deny that it’s been a while since I’ve had half decent sex - or any sex at all for this matter. 

“Yes,” I blurted, perhaps a little aggressively. 

“Yes?” he smiles again, that easy, contagious smile, “you’ll let me take you on a date?”

“So it is a date?” I couldn’t help but mirror his grin, adding my own amused tone.

“Wasn’t that obvious?”

“Well, no, you said you’d ‘take me out’. That could mean anything. You could’ve meant with a fucking gun.”

Dean erupted into laughter, shaking his head. That laugh. I remember likening it to a favourite song that was so easy to put on repeat. It was addictive.

“Ok, so I’m not taking you out with a gun. I’m taking you out on a date. Have I dumbed it down enough for ya’ know?”

“If you were any clearer you’d be transparent,” I said, my tone bordering on mocking. 

“Great, well, me and Sammy have a few loose ends to tie up from this case we’re on, so we need to head out soon. We’ll be back by the evening though, soooo…. Be ready for six?”

I nodded eagerly, watching as he stood from the table. The sight of him in the henley - plaid bottoms combo makes me want to have a cozy day indoors, watching nothing but scary movies and scarfing down popcorn and cookie dough. The sigh I heave from my lungs was totally involuntary. 

“Yeah,” I smile, “six is perfect.”

Kat and Toby arrived at the house around noon. Whilst the boys race upstairs to get on with God-knows-what, Kat strides in with a knowing smirk when she clocks the duffle bags that are clearly not mine beside the couch, along with the lingering aroma that's distinctly masculine intertwining with the pumpkin spice from my scented candles. As I studied her face for all but a few seconds, I braced myself for the flurry of questions that I knew were buzzing around her mind.

“Sooooo…” her tone was already amused as she flopped down onto the couch. “Anything you need to tell me?”

“What? Who do you think I am?” I scoff at her words, yet my pulse quickens at the thought of telling her about my plans for tonight. 

“I think you're a woman still in love with her childhood sweetheart and that he's already sweeping you off your feet.”

“I am not still in love with him. I can't possibly be in love with someone I've not seen for almost a decade.”

“Mmm hmm.”

“Bitch, don't ‘mmm hmm’ me. I'm not in love with Dean.”

“Would you fuck him?”

“God yes.”

“So you're keeping him around for the possibility of good dick?”

I threw myself down beside her on the couch, pulling a throw cushion into my lap.

“No, that is so not true. I can't believe you'd think me so shallow,” I held my hand to my chest in mock devastation. She hummed again.

“Didn't you do that to what's-his-face?”

“Who?”

“The guy you dated about a year ago, drove around in that Mustang?”

“Oh shit yeah! I think his name was Chad? Or maybe Brad…? Ok yeah, I did kinda keep him around for his dick… and his car. That car was awesome.”

“You shallow, shallow bitch.”

I threw the cushion which hit her square in the face, likely leaving a print of her lipstick behind on the soft fabric.

“But that was just some dude that was only with me so he could fucking tick ‘banged a milf’ off his bucket list. This is Dean I'm talking about. He's… well… he's Dean. And he's not here for me. He's here for Levi. Don't blame a man for wanting to stick around when he's just found out he's got a kid,” I gave her a look that said ‘I fucking love you but please can we drop this now’, and she did, one final hum moving past her lips. We stared at each other for a moment, her expression one of a studious nature and mine one of feigned innocence. This woman could read me like a book, and I both simultaneously loved and hated it. I loved it, because when something went wrong, and quite often in my life things did, she just knew. She knew to be at mine that same evening with a bottle of red and a bucket of popcorn, pyjamas on and the boys asleep upstairs. This woman had slept in my bed more times than any man as we continued to have sleepovers like teenagers well into our twenties. Alcoholic sleepovers. Yet I hated how she read me like a book, because like right now, if I was in denial about anything or for some absurd reason trying to keep a secret, she would just know. She was like a fucking mind reader. I chuckled inwardly at the thought of that being true. Maybe Dean should scan her with his Walkman and freak her out. Maybe then she'd get off my case about me still being in love with him. I'm not in love with him. 

“You still aren't telling me something,” her voice was even, the amusement fading slightly as she stared at me, waiting for me to stop beating around the bush. Under the heat of her stare I caved, sighing and slumping even further into the soft cushions behind me.

“He's taking me out…on a date.”

“I FUCKING knew it!”

“What?! How would you know that?!” I almost jumped as she flew forward in her seat, the gleam back in her eyes as she grinned like the Cheshire Cat.

“I didn't know that exactly, but bitch I knew you were hiding something juicy!”

“It's not juicy! It's casual - just drinks. I’m gonna wear jeans.”

“Oh yeah, because flaunting the curvature of ones ass makes it casual…”

“Aren’t you here to collect my kid or something?” I launch into my last resort to end this hellish interrogation - which involved kicking her out.

“Babes you can kick me out of your house but you can’t ignore this,” she stood slowly, her ‘all-knowing’ expression un-faltering. 

“Kat, it’s only day two of him being here! You are getting way ahead of yourself,” I stood with her, shaking my head. 

“Two days plus the whole freakin’ year you were dating. That man is not a stranger to you. Hell, you’ve probably had that coc-”

“THANK YOU, Kat! I love you, you are the yin to my fucking yang but please for the love of CHRIST - shut up!”

Her expression finally cracked and she practically cackled at my discomfort, making her way to the stairs to get the boys.

“Bitch, if I don’t get details about tonight then -”

“Ok I’ll tell you! But seriously, don’t read into it too much, it’s just drinks.”

She strutted to the bottom of the stairs before ascending, calling over her shoulder; “Sure, whatever you say honey!”

It took longer than I'd have hoped, but Kat eventually left with the boys for the remainder of the day. As soon as they'd left the building, it was like I could breathe again - like the house could breathe again. It was a rare occasion for me to have the place to myself for five minutes, let alone a whole twenty four hours. It was like I could finally hear my own thoughts again after the busy breakfast and Kat's dire interrogation. The silence was bliss. It was pure bliss as I made myself a coffee and settled comfortably on the couch, taking a moment to myself. It was blissful right up until my own thoughts started banging at the door in the back of my mind. Thoughts about Dean, and his motives and my motives. Suddenly my relaxing afternoon to myself was quickly becoming a caged-in trap for my internal thoughts to run wild, the drums of possibilities sounding in the far reaches of my brain, beating faster and faster the closer they drew. Almost as quickly as I'd sat down, I jumped up and headed to the store cupboard under the stairs. One thing that could distract me was cleaning, so that's exactly what I was going to do. 

I blitzed the house from top to bottom, hoovering, mopping, cleaning mirrors and windows, dusting and evening folding the pile of laundry that was starting to become part of the furniture. Much to my dismay, that only took up two hours of my time, so I was left with the only other task that I hate more than folding hundreds of small human sized pieces of fabric. Grocery shopping. 

After a manic stock take of the fridge, cupboards and pantry, I made a list, grabbed my bag, threw on my jacket and headed out.

I'd been shopping around the small town convenience store for around twenty minutes, browsing the aisles and throwing everything - plus some extras - from my list into the aggravatingly wonky trolley. I hated grocery shopping with a passion - the constant beeping from the checkouts, the passive aggressive road rage between trolley users, and the dozens of obscenely slow browsers frustrated me beyond belief. I was normally able to push it to a big haul every two weeks, but with the prospect of Sam and Dean staying a while, it was a safe bet to fill the house to the brim with snacks and meals alike. With the lifestyle that those two lived, I can't imagine that they're overly fussy eaters, and I have a hunch that Dean still loves turkey dinosaurs.

The cereal aisle wasn't supposed to be an eventful place - deciding between Cookie Crisp and Cinnamon Squares should be the highlight of this venture. However as my luck would have it, it became eventful.

“Oh hi! (Y/n)!”

I looked up from my crumpled list and was greeted with three faces that I recognised but not to the point of acquaintanceship.

“Uhh, hi? Can I help you?” 

“I just wanted to say that it's so great to finally see that Levi's father is around. It's just so important, isn't it? For a boy to have that male role model,” the first woman spoke; her peroxide blonde hair looked so overbleached it may as well have been straw on her head, and it almost distracted me from her painfully patronising voice.

“Excuse me? Do I know you?” My voice started to take on a defensive edge as my palms immediately grew sweaty, this situation already making me uncomfortable. 

She laughed, looking over at her friend's like I'd asked some stupid fucking question. 

“Our son's go to the same school - you should really know this.”

“Well, if our sons aren't friends, then why would I need to?” 

She took a deep breath. 

“I just think it's funny how someone like you managed to get someone like… what's his name… Dean? Isn't he a little out of your league?”

My pulse thrummed as my frustration grew with the sudden, unsolicited and blatant attack. How the fuck did they know Deans name? Someone must've overheard us at Jolenes'... or maybe at the track? And what the fuck did she mean by ‘out of my league’? If she was insinuating what I thought she was, then she's going to need to head over to the fucking freezer aisle real freaking soon.

“Excuse me?” 

She smirked, knowing she was sinking her plastic fucking talons into my skin already.

“Oh I think you heard me. Does Dean know? That you trapped him? When you got pregnant on purpose at nineteen?”

My blood began to boil as I white knuckled the handle of the trolley to stop myself from punching her square between the eyes.

“Fuck you; I didn't ‘trap him’. Is that really what you cliquey bitches think?” I was equal parts furious and heartbroken. Furious, because how fucking dare they assume that just because Dean is a God tier DILf that I fooled him into getting me pregnant all those years ago. And heartbroken because, well, is that really what the people in this town thought of me? If these women thought that, then who's to say half the town don't think the same? Or maybe more - maybe it's the whole freaking town with Kat being the only exception, and I've been living so cocooned in my own bubble that it never even occurred to me. But Dean has barely even been here a day, so I can’t exactly blame myself for being so wrapped up in my own life with everything going on. How can people form such strong opinions so quickly when they don’t even know the whole story? My story with Dean. Not theirs. They’ve somehow managed to put two and two together to come up with negative fucking ten, and I’ll be damned if I let them drag our names through the mud.

“Oh honey, we know that you tricked him. A man like that, with that face and physique would never have chosen you willingly, right? I mean, you really don’t look his type.”

“Oh, and you do? Because you know Dean so well?”

“That’s enough!” We were caught off guard by the oldest of the three, a woman perhaps in her fifties, snapping in a clipped tone. “Michelle, that’s quite enough, you’re taking this too far now. And you,” she turned to me with a stern gaze, “that man looks like trouble. We don’t like those sorts around here; you tell him to behave himself.” My anger and frustration was quickly melting into straight up irritation.

“Look, lady-”

“Karen.”

“Sure, ok… look, Deans a grown ass man, he can do whatever the fuck he likes - he’s here on a job. I’m not telling him to do shit.”

“Language! Such a foul mouth-”

“Is he single?” our heads quickly snapped to the third woman of the group - younger than the other two but still a little older than myself. She was a near double of the blonde from the hair to the clothes to the claws, yet she seemed to lack the spite.

“What?” yet another question that caught me off guard. What the fuck is wrong with these women?

“Dean, is he single? I mean, I’ve not seen him, but from how you describe him, he seems hot,” she twirled a lock of hair around her finger like a school girl despite likely being in her thirties.

“Hannah you’re married,” Karen chimed in with obvious disgust. 

That was it, the last fucking straw. I’d had enough of the ambush from three women that I barely even knew. I adjusted my grip on the trolley and quickly planned my escape route, spotting an opening in the crowd to the side. I gritted my teeth and steeled my gaze, the bitter taste of disgust, fury, and disappointment coating my tongue as I all but spat my words.

“This has been a riveting conversation, truely, but I’m leaving. Now,” and with that I hastily left them behind, finishing my shopping with the dark cloud of judgement looming over me. 

The urge to cry hot, angry tears in the car on the ride home was a battle I didn't want to fight. The intensity of the emotions brewing in the pit of my stomach and bubbling into my chest was so strong, so consuming that I didn't even realise I was pulling into my own driveway, having completed the short journey on what I like to call ‘blackout autopilot’. One tear was shed over the shitshow, and in my opinion, that was one tear too many. I was annoyed at myself with having let it get to me so much, knowing I'd grown thicker skin than this. It wasn't the first time I'd been confronted, like a fucking black sheep in a blindingly white flock, yet for some reason, this got to me. At this point, I was drained from even thinking about it, so I grabbed the groceries, making several trips to get them all in the house, put away the fridge and freezer items and left the rest on the counter to deal with later. Right now, I needed a large glass of wine and something to distract myself with. So I decided on the only thing I had going for me at this point in time.

Time to pick an outfit for tonight.

My bedroom was a modest size and the king-size bed practically consumed the room. I had a large, sliding mirrored-door wardrobe that was built into the structure of the room which I flung open and started to rummage through as soon as I made it upstairs.

I'd told myself - and Kat - that it was casual. Dean had implied it, so this shouldn't be too hard to find something nice to wear.

Wrong.

I must've spent the best part of an hour trying on dozens of different tops with my only pair of ‘nice’ jeans - those ones that hugged my ass and thighs just right. I tried long sleeves, short sleeves, chiffon, cotton, satin, opaque, obscenely translucent, bright, monochrome and in all honesty, I felt inadequate in every single one. I'd never really been one to feel overly self conscious of how I looked, but for some absurd reason, this date with Dean was making me flustered. It had me worried that he wouldn’t like how I looked, especially since I’d had Levi and my body had changed in a way that he didn’t know just yet. 

Just yet. 

I cursed myself slightly, shaking that idea from my head. Yes, I’ve had plenty of time to try and get myself back to normal, but some things just weren't the same anymore, and probably never would be. I hated the fact that I was even stressed about this. The safest option was to just go for something comfortable, so I donned a stretchy, low-cut and long sleeved black top and slid on a pair of black closed-toe heels before sitting down at my dresser. 

I’d just opened my makeup bag when I heard the door downstairs open and close, quickly followed by the oddly comforting sounds of Sam and Deans voices floating through the house and up the stairs. I turned to myself in the mirror, sighing at the tired looking woman staring back at me. Get your shit together, (Y/n), Dean is taking you on a date. I grasped my over-sharpened eyeliner pencil that was likely no longer than an inch in length and got to work. I suddenly flinched and nearly poked myself in the eye when Dean appeared in my bedroom doorway.

“Jesus, Dean! You scared the crap out of me - I didn’t even hear you come up the stairs.”

He grinned slightly as he leant against the wooden frame, large arms crossing over his chest. 

“Sorry sweetheart, I didn’t mean to…” his voice trailed off and I could feel his eyes on me, as though he was searching for something. A few moments went by in silence, and right as I was about to turn to him, he spoke.

“Hey, are you ok?” His voice was dangerously soft, and concerned in a way that could easily have me weeping in his arms. Because of the shitty afternoon I’d had, I feel like it wouldn’t take much kindness from him to have me crumble - no matter how much I’d hate myself for it afterwards. Instead, I pushed everything down as best as I could and turned to him with a weak smile.

“Yeah, I’m ok. I’ve had a bit of a weird, shitty afternoon but I won’t ruin your evening with it.” At my words he pulled a face, his own words quickly following.

“It’s your evening. And if there’s something eating at you, you know you can talk to me. Just like you used to,” his smile was back, warm and comforting and like a balm over a burn. I looked back at myself in the mirror for a moment, debating if it was even worth talking about. If it was anyone but Dean, I wouldn’t hesitate to keep this to myself. But it was Dean, and I hated to say it, but he was always good at dealing with me when I was like this in the past. I turned to him and let his calming presence seep into my bones, desperately trying to take it on myself.

“Ok,” I said quietly, “I’ll tell you at the bar. But I don’t want to make a big deal out of it, and I don’t want to talk about it all evening,” He nodded.

“Whatever you need sweetheart,” he stood up straight and said something about getting ready himself before he left the room, leaving me to finish up before finally heading downstairs. 

It was roughly another fifteen minutes before I made my way down; Dean already waiting for me in the archway to the kitchen. He looked up as he heard me coming, eyes brightening when he grinned at me.

“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” his voice was smooth and deep, a flirtatious undertone rumbling in his chest. 

“Not so bad yourself Winchester,” I walked up to stand in front of him, almost toe-to-toe. I looked him over, taking in the black shirt he wore, untucked and paired his jeans. The boots and brown leather jacket remained the same, yet I could see the damp patches on both from where he’d scrubbed either mud or blood from the fabric - perhaps both. It wouldn’t be the first time. I took a deep breath, my pulse quickening as his scent filled my senses. 

“Have you eaten yet?” he asked, removing a hand from his pocket and let it hang awkwardly at his side. I shook my head. 

“Not yet, I sometimes forget to eat when Levi isn’t around.” Dean shot me a look that could have been both concerned or protective.

“Ok, well I’m taking you for dinner too then.”

“What? No Dean, you really don’t have t-”

“Don’t argue with me sweetheart, I'm fucking feeding you,” his tone was final, leaving no room for negotiation so I sighed in defeat. 

“Fine, but we’re not going anywhere expensive.”

His smirk widened across his face as he continued to look down at me, finally placing that awkwardly hanging hand on the small of my back, guiding me to the door. He shouted a ‘goodbye’ to Sam over his shoulder and, without really waiting for a reply, he ushered me out of the house and towards the car, locking up behind us. I walked up to the black vehicle, the excitement starting to bubble at the thought of going for a ride in her again after all this time. As Dean walked up to me, he opened the passenger side door, letting me hop in first. I took my seat, quickly dumping my bag and jacket in the footwell so I could softly run my fingertips over the perfectly maintained leather seats, noticing how not a thing had changed - not even the box of cassettes on the back seat. As Dean slid into the drivers seat, his expression something akin to pride, he couldn’t help but comment on my reaction to being back in the impala.

“I bet you missed Baby more than you missed me,” he joked, turning the key and letting the engine roar into life. I bit my lip, leaning back in my seat.

“I missed you both equally,” the humorous tone came easily, my earlier worries already started to feel insignificant as they slipped away with every tick of the engine.

“Equally?” he echoed, feigning hurt, “you don’t even prefer me just a little bit more?”

I pretended to ponder intently, holding a finger to my lips as I crossed my arms over my chest. An obnoxious string of ‘hmmms’ slipped through my lips before I saw him roll his eyes, still grinning.

“Yeah, I guess I do. Especially since you're taking me on a date,” my own words made my heart flutter and luckily he'd moved his gaze from me to the road as he pulled out of my drive. My face felt warm and I cursed at myself for being so easily affected by him already, entranced by the way those long fingers wrapped around the steering wheel and the muscles in his jaw flexed under the glow of the passing street lamps. I couldn't deny that he was still painfully attractive, even after all this time. If I was being honest with myself, he was making it incredibly difficult to concentrate on much else right now. If drinks were soon to be involved, there was a very high chance of me making a total ass of myself in front of him.

Tonight was likely going to be one to remember.

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Yeah definitely that’s why I’m always kinda hesitant to say much about snake as a disabled character cuz it’s like. Certainly not as bad as some shit ive seen but it’s mostly because it’s not incorporated into his character hardly at all, it’s only mentioned when plot convenient

Take what I’m about to say with a grain of salt since I wouldn’t say snake was really written to be A Gay Character but regardless the way snake’s gender and overall personality is portrayed is probably one of the best depictions of gay men I’ve ever seen. He’s very pretty, dressed in expensive clothes reminiscent of a prince, with beautiful wavy hair and an air of poise and sophistication. He’s the smartest person in the room and he KNOWS this and he will not hesitate to be a condescending prick. He’s delicate and funny and charming. He has no fear or hesitation about suggesting he and Junpei share a bed or referencing gay sex. All these things tend to make a character the butt of jokes or at the very least regarded as lesser than the other characters but with snake hes the most admired one here. He’s very capable and is in fact so capable he literally needed to be removed temporarily from the situation so that the others could solve the mystery on their own. He’s absolutely fearless, doesn’t care about pissing off Aoi or getting shot multiple times by Ace. He’s fucking strong as hell and is able to survive being shot multiple times and have enough strength to dig his claws into Ace and force them to burn to death together. Everyone loses their shit without him and he’s the key to escape. He’s cool as hell and he fucks severely

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Imagine Leo brushing his partners tail and just overall grooming them

Tender Moments/Realizing Your In Love

Listen in with me! ↠ⁿᵉˣᵗ ˢᵒⁿᵍ ↺ ʳᵉᵖᵉᵃᵗ ⊜ ᵖᵃᵘˢᵉ

A/N: Please this is so fucking cute. I adore this. Also I'm thinking about adding a polyam section for these between Reader and ALL the turtles? Should I do it? I feel like there's not a lot of Reader x Polyam!Turtles.

Previous Part

Today had been a long day. Work had been a bitch and you were sore all over. "I really should go take a shower and change clothes..." You muttered to yourself as you went to go flag down a taxi. Your phone buzzed with a notification. You opened your phone to see that you had a message from your favorite turtle. "Hey (Y/N)! You wanna hang?" The message read. Chewing your lip, you texted back. "Idk. Today was super stressful. I kinda wanna take a shower and relax." You felt bad but today really wasn't the day. A text back buzzed your hand and you checked your messages once more. "Hey that's ok. We can just hang out in my room today. You can take a shower here if you want". You bit your lip and smiled, he was so sweet. "Ugh. Fine. You've won me over. See you in a bit". You texted back, smiling softly to yourself as you flagged down a taxi.

When you got to the lair, you waved hello at the others before beelining to your favorite turtle's room. "I was promised a shower?". You questioned.

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Leonardo x Reader 🧡

Warnings: Reader is a wolf neko, Reader has golden eyes, Reader is straight/wavy hair coded in this post.

"Towels already in the bathroom and I got you some soap." He said gently and you just gave him big ole puppy eyes of appreciation. "Thank you!" You squeaked and you went to go shower. You sighed as the hot water collided with your skin, washing away the stressful day that you had. Before you knew it, the water was running cold and you had to get out. You grabbed the spare set of clothes you always kept in your backpack, slipping on your underwear and sweatpants. You dug into your bag more before frowning. "Hey Leo?" You called out and he hummed in respond. "I think I forgot to pack a shirt, you got one I can borrow?" You asked and Leo got up off his bed, setting his book down to do some digging. "Yeah but be warned, it'll be big on you." He said before handing you a loose heathered blue shirt. You thanked him with a laugh and slipped it on. "There we go. All better." You said, stepping out and smiling up at the turtle. Leo smiled down at you, enjoying the view of you in his t-shirt. You couldn't help but blush and look away shyly.

"Want me to groom you?" He asked softly and you blink back up at him in surprise, not expecting the question. "Oh well... Sure I guess so." You said and you went to sit on Leo's bed. Leo grabbed a brush for your hair and a brush for your fur before sitting down on the bed behind you. Grabbing the hair brush he gently brushed your hair, working around any tangles you had with tender care. You closed your eyes and enjoyed the care your hair was receiving. Eventually he put the hair brush down before getting the fur brush. He started on your ears and you sat very still, unsure of what to make of the feeling. It felt... nice. "All done with your head," he murmured and you flicked your ears softly. "Can I brush your tail?" He asked and you nodded, giving consent. Leo gently grabbed your tail and began to brush it with the fur brush, getting all the loose fur out. You hummed in delight and tried to keep your tail still but the feeling was so wonderful you wanted to wag it. "Thank you, Leo. I really needed this today." You muttered and you felt Leo rub your shoulders softly before pulling you closer to him to cuddle.

You got all comfy before looking up at him. "You're so sweet to me, Leo." You said before nuzzling into him. Leo wrapped an arm around you and you couldn't help but wag your tail softly, relaxing into his embrace and breathing his scent in. "Can you read out loud to me?" You asked gently, you just wanted to hear his voice... Leo looked down at you with tender care and you swore you felt butterflies erupt in your tummy, heat crawling up your cheeks. What was this feeling? You wanted him to hold you, to care for you, to always be this tender with you. As he read out loud to you, you read along in your mind with him, hand splaying out onto his plastron at some point. "You hungry, blossom?" Leo's voice came and you looked up at him, coming to terms with what you were feeling. "Yeah I could go for some food. Thank you, dear." You said softly.

Love. That's what you were feeling. Soft, tender love.

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Raphael x Reader 🧡

Warnings: Reader is a cat neko, Reader is curly hair coded.

Raph looked up at you and nodded his head towards the bathroom, more focused on his knitting. You made your way and turned on the water, waiting until it was the right temperature before stepping in. As the water washed over you you noticed shampoo and conditioner. Obviously he didn't need it, he must have gotten it for you. You smiled and you felt your heart flutter at his kind gesture. Taking your time to shower, you thought about the man. He had grown on you quite a lot over these past few months and you were starting to think that maybe you were starting to feel a sort of new feeling for him... Stepping out, you dug around for a towel before finally finding one. Drying off you dug through you bag. Oh shit. "Hey Raphie? I forgot a shirt, you got one I can borrow?" You asked, annoyed with yourself. "I'm sure I've got one somewhere," he called back as you heard him get off his bed and shuffle around. "Found one". He said as he stuck his hand into the bathroom. "Thank you, my dear." You said, grabbing the shirt and putting it on with your boy shorts before stepping out. "My dear is new". He said casually, sitting back down on his bed as he looked over at you with a smirk, eyeing you as he enjoyed the way you looked in his shirt.

I wouldn't mind you being mine. You thought before making your way to the bed with a roll of your eyes. "Can I do your hair?" He asked suddenly and you blinked at him, looking at the hair products he had on his dresser that you hadn't noticed earlier. "Sure Raphie". You cooed softly, sitting so your back was to him. Raph grabbed the hair cream first, spreading some onto his palms before scrunching it into your hair. I hope I'm doing this shit right. He thought before carrying on with the rest of the routine. When he was done he grabbed a bonnet and he tilted your head back so he could get all your hair in it "Hi". You said gently, making eye contact with him as he wrapped the bonnet around your hair and tying the straps around your hair. "Hey..." He said back softly, gently grasping your cheek. You should kiss me. You thought to yourself. A look of realization flashed across Raph's eyes and he pulled back. "I got this cat brush thing." He muttered, trying to ignore the heat creeping up his cheeks. "Wanna brush my tail then?" You asked, lifting it into the air for him to grab.

Raph grabbed the brush and gently held your tail, brushing the fur. You hummed in relaxation, allowing a purr to erupt from your throat. "This is nice. I needed this." You said aloud. Raph, tugged you closer to him to hold you. "I'd like to do your hair again sometime. If that's ok". He asked softly and you leaned up against his plastron, still purring as did your best to steal his body heat. "Sure. If you want. You did really well with my post shower hair routine." You replied and Raph grinned softly to himself as he grabbed his knitting. "How do you do that, by the way? Knitting?" You asked and Raph looked down at you. "Want me to teach you?" He asked. Before you knew it, you were all curled up in his lap as he was teaching you how to knit. What a lovely way to spend the afternoon.

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Donatello x Reader 🧡

Warnings: Reader is a moth mutant, Reader is straight/wavy hair coded, Reader wears a bra.

"Already got everything set up for you. Just gotta turn in the water." He said with his cute little smile. Your heart squeezed at seeing his precious smile. "You should smile more often, it's cute." You said before heading to the bathroom. Everything being set up was correct as you found a set of your favorite soaps on the bathroom counter. Your heart swelled with adoring appreciation. You poked your head out of the bathroom to look at him. "Did you really get me my favorite soaps for here?" You asked and Donnie rubbed the back of his neck bashfully. "Y-Yeah. I hope that was ok." He said and you just ran out and hugged him. "You are literally so amazing. Thank you, Dee." You said with big thankful doe eyes. Donnie felt his heart melt as he hugged you back. "Of course, dove." He said, suppressing a happy chur. Giggling you went back into the bathroom to wash off.

The water washed away the days stress and worries and you felt so much better as you stepped out. Dressing you realized that you forgot a shirt. Thats ok, at least I brought a bra. You thought. Stepping out in your black sweat pants and purple bra, Donnie almost choked on his juice when he saw you. "Hey Dee can you help me? My wings are still wet. Usually I get April to dry them but it's just us so can you help?" You asked, gently wringing your hair out before using the water from your hair to groom your antenna. You sat in front of him, handing him a dry washcloth, before spreading your wings. Donnie took his time patting your wings dry, gently touching them at times to move them this way or that. "There. A-All done." He said and you fluttered your wings softly before closing them. "Thank you. They feel much better." You said softly. Before he could think, Donnie's fingers found your hair. It was so soft... He began to take the damp hair and braid it into a simple but neat braid. "Need a hair tie?" You asked, slipping one off your wrist and holding it up for him. Donnie only hummed in response, taking the hair tie from you to finish his braid.

Giggling you patted the braid and turned around to look at him. "Why thank you, Donatello. I feel very pretty now." You mused, batting your eyelashes up at him. "I'm glad I could make you feel pretty, dove." He replied bashfully and you couldn't help but lean up and kiss his cheek. "You always make me feel pretty, Dee." You cooed, making the purple terrapin blush up a storm. "You wanna hang out in the lab?" You asked, tilting your head. You knew how much he loved tinkering away in his lab. "Actually I was thinking we could just hang in here today." He offered and you smiled at him. "I'd love to, Donnie." You said with a moth squeak. Grabbing your phone you went to cozy up beside him but he grabbed you and placed you in his lap, arm wrapping around you as he took out a sketchbook of his to draw. It was quiet but the two of you enjoyed your time together with your parallel play. It was nice.

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Michaelangelo x Reader 🧡

Warnings: Reader has long feathered wings, Reader has long elf-like ears, Reader wears a bra, Readers called lil mama.

Mikey jumped up and hugged you. "Absolutely. I got some stuff for you too. Some soaps n stuff." He said and you grinned at him, hugging him back. "You're too kind to me, love." You murmured back, heart fluttering before placing a gentle kiss on his shoulder. The orange banded turtle nearly burst on the inside at the sweet gesture as he watched you walk into the bathroom with a dreamy sigh.

You took your time washing your body and hair, the hot water seeming to wash away all your worries off of you and down the drain. Twenty minutes later and your stepping out, relaxed and squeaky clean. Drying off, you fluff up your wings to help dry them. "Hey Mikey, wanna help dry my wings? You can preen them after if you want." You called out from the bathroom. Mikey, not tearing his eyes off his gaming screen just called back, "Yeah I'd love to, angelcakes!" You dug through your bag to grab your clean clothes but opted out of fully dressing, instead opting to just wear a bra and boxers. "Fantastic because drying your own wings can be a bitch at times." You muttered, walking out with your towel. "Well hey there lil mama." Mikey said, eyeing the black boxers and autumn orange bra. "Don't even think about it Mikey". You said, grinning at him as you tossed him the towel and sat in front of him on the bed and relaxed as he patted down your wings. Fluffing them up again when he finished drying them, he wasted no time with starting his task of preening your feathers. When he was done he poked your shoulder and gave a "all done". You stretched your wings before folding them once more.

"Thank you so much, Mikey. You're too good to me." You cooed, turning around so you could wrap your arms around his neck and hug him. "Anything for you, angel". He said with a grin, pulling you into his lap where you remained as he played his video games. Occasionally, Mikey would rub your hip or your wings, making you hum softly and squirm. At one point, Mikey rested his head on your shoulder and you could help but notice the butterflies in your tummy. Such a wonderful thing, love is.

Screaming why did this take so long to write bruh?

[sabrondabrainrot]

🌦️Dark Sun and 🔅Servant Sun

I tried my hand at designing Servant Sun and Dark Sun.

I'm getting more caught up on the lore!! Click underneath for art closeups and more Lore rants and AU idea! Plus, I have sketches and a comic WIP I've been working on.

😉

There will be rambly spoilers to where I am in the Lore.

For Dark Sun I was inspired a lot by the thumbnails, they give him red eyes a lot in the thumbnails and I like the smarmy red eyed look of the guy. Tried to capture his 'regal-holier then thou' attitude in his design. He's still Sun though, so I used OG Sun's palette (my first Sun design!) to reflect the fact they have the same beginnings. I don't trust anything he says but I know something has totally happened to his Moon (I'm really banking on the idea he ATE him/ ATE his intelligence chip) so he carries his Moon's bell and he also repurposed the star pattern of Moon to parade it around as like a symbol his Moon is at his heal. I don't know if I like his final look but I think it's because I gave him dramatically darker shading vs the other Suns.

Servant Sun! Here's my take on him. He's been suffering for over 10000+ years under Lord Eclipse abuse. We saw how he was being punished just because Lore Eclipse was bored! I feel really bad for this Sun, it was hard to draw a design for him. I think despite his servant title Lord Eclipse just keeps him around not only to keep himself sane but also a trophy/slave to show off to Moon and the others in the afterlife. I had this like monologue for SSun basically, "The sound of bells long ago stopped ringing for the daycare attendant turned servant but Lord Eclipse still can hear the sound of metallic chimes when the neurotic servant cleans thanks to his fanciful additions." (aka the chime of chains) He's also got an apron that's falling apart and SSun used random old fabric to patch it up (it wasn't random it was his old clothes). I was really inspired by Meagancandraw's design of Servant Sun!

Here's my AU sketches. I'm planning to clean these up and maybe color them? This is basically just the AU idea that I think Sun is going to somehow get reborn but be a being reborn from star power and negative star power? I don't know if it's possible? He becomes a mix of the two in my AU. I know some current spoilers and basically I know he may be immune to negative star energy? He can also hold Star Power uniquely and it 'taste good to him'. I will never let go of the fact he told Moon it taste nice like dried watermelon. His untrained magical outburst was also compared to be as powerful as Golden Freddy's. There's big theory he's going to die or be sacrificed but I have this idea what if he's essentially remade? idk just rambly thoughts. So yeah, he has a cool new look to go with his magical transformation.

BTW he is very sad cause he can't be near his family in this AU my brain cooked up. He's basically radiation incarnate now <3 His eyes are cracked because they're intensely pouring out Star/Negative Star power. Just a constant pull and push of power circulating in him.

this is the comic idea I have currently. I don't have a ton of motivation so any encouragement to finish this comic idea would be super appreciated! I'm not a comic-type artist so this is out of my comfort zone (I've made a few comics but usually they are pretty janky)

ON TO THE RAMBLES - spoilers BEWARE:

NEW MOON MY BOY PLS YOU ARE HIDING STUFF FROM YOUR FAMILY. BOY NO. HE IS GONNA USE RUIN TO BRING BACK SOLAR?

Blood Moon just took Ruin. Also Dark Sun repaired Ruin after Molten took him to die in the dead dimension?? BOY??? Also, Dark Sun did something to Eclipse??? Bro is plotting. I wish I could get a read on Dark Sun but I don't even know how much of the truth he's been sharing thus far. He has no reason to tell anyone the truth and so far he hasn't hurt anyone just stole a bunch of data from Moon and built a bunker to escape total dimension collapse...He's just a big wild card for me.

Then there's New Moon, He's just actually going crazy after meeting Old Moon. Sun can tell something is wrong with his brother!!! I hope he can help him but spoilers tells me otherwise. The family is trying! Earth heard out Eclipse and Eclipse is getting Earth proof that Moon is currently cray-cray. Lunar is kind of hanging near Sun and Earth because the creator is now actively trying to kidnap him. So much spicy drama.

I don't pay attention much to the Freddy side of the plot but he's also dying?? bro??? What about Francine? The missing mom/wife? Poor Francine's suffering, she needs her mom and dad! I like that Puppet is hanging around her grandchild more it is very sweet. Foxy also got his 'bestfriend' Puppet a house/condo. hmm-Mmmhmm. Definitely no romantic tensions there. Definitely not.

(side bar, I don't ship Kidscove but I do ship the Foxy and Puppet do they have a ship name? Also no hate to Kidscove I just think Foxy treats Sun like a kid a lot. I like the gooseworld Kidscove. Sun laid eggs, so wholesome.)

Lunar is just waiting for news on his trial and I am in suspense hoo boy...Then the stuff with FC being put in a new body and Frank is not happy about it. I def can tell there's big lead up to the astral bodies making a big move I just wonder what the move will be. I feel like now Lunar and FC are going to end up being more intwined then they might think.

Also I love Dazzle!!! AAAGH! She and Jack are so cute! I loved the ep Sun took Dazzle and Lunar to the store that was so sweet. Can't wait to see more of them! They're such a cute dynamic! I like seeing Lunar put his best foot forward to help Dazzle too.

I can tell Moon is slowly distancing himself from the others but it's like this odd thing where he's no longer obsessed with Solar being back per sei...but he's obsessed over how HE has to be the one to bring Solar back in his way because HE promised and he wants to be better then Old Moon and yeah...he's got a very warped perspective I feel like? But Molten and Ruin BOTH pointed out Moon is being possessed by something so I think he's definitely sick? Or something is keeping him from seeing the error of his way.

Rambles over :)

I do plan to draw Solar and Eclipse and Lord Eclipse next but I'm stuck on what I want to do for Solar's design :P I might make a poll in the future!

[vxiphoid]

PIXELATED ZEN

❨ summary ❩ genshin › genshin men playing minecraft with you ((ft. alhaitham, itto, cyno, diluc, kazuha, kaeya, heizou, & xiao))

tags ✧ modern au, drabble, fluff, chaotic energy, not proofread, cursing, ooc(?), established relationship, gn!reader, kaeya sets a forest on fire, alhaitham does not appreciate bees, mentions of pixelated deaths

amanuensis’ message ⊹ IM NOT TRYING TO KILL MY OTHER FANDOMS I SWEAR… im gonna back up from twst for a bit (im literally posting scarabia soon.) you can clearly tell who my favorites are… this unlocked a whole different part of my brain holy shit im deceased

⌜200+ e/chara ⌟

♫ blossom - t. shan

genshin masterlist

ALHAITHAM

╰┈➤ tbh he thinks minecraft is stupid, i mean, why not read a book instead of burning the images of pixels into your eye sockets😒 yeah, he’d just rather books. its a game about blocks, what could possibly be so interesting? he will admit the music is… nice. its nostalgic even though he’s never heard the track before. his favorite animals are the axolotl idk they’re his little pookies. its their little stick arms, they look so silly… as soon as haitham found out that you could color things its over, he make some sweet things like putting a sign on top of your shared house with both initials with colored dye. he’s so happy, just not very vocal about it, but he has the smallest of smiles. he definitely has headphones with the crochet sprout on it omg😭 alhaitham does not like bees whatsoever, they stung him for trying to get food. he just wanted honey :[

“look, the dog’s collar is blue. and the sign’s letters are green and then if you add a glow squid’s ink, it lights up.”

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ARATAKI ITTO

╰┈➤ he has waited YEARS for someone to play minecraft with him omfg. certified snack hoarder for times like these. you both literally hit each other to show love, you’ve accidentally killed him once bc he didn’t tell you that he had like half a heart… itto likes the water, hates the guardians because who do you think you are attacking him out of nowhere??? gets one shotted by the elder guardian while trying to fight it with a stick and then blames it on magma blocks pulling him down. GAMING WITH HIM IS NEVER CALM GODS💀 you cannot lay on him or anything bc as soon as those cave sounds or disc 13 start playing, he’s already done sprung out of his seat. his screams are actually really funny though, you got him a cat from how much he’s been assaulted by creepers. when you introduced him to shaders, he was so in awe. “babe i have a shadow!” type of excitement JAKEJEJDMnda.

“the cat’s name is sir arataki the third, you are now my loyal guard cat. who’s an adorable little guy?”

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CYNO

╰┈➤ look at this nerd (affectionate), ofc he plays cubecraft. loved it so much that when he didn’t have the actual game, he would play the really bad knockoffs💀 plays on console so you can sit between his legs, lean back, and game with him. cyno hate the split screen because he always gets confused on what side he’s on so he lets you use his switch, that way you’re both still comfortable. he’s more of an explorer if you do get mod packs for him, likes the horror ones the most. there’s nothing like hitting the enemy or shit talking the thing that could potentially one shot you with your s/o‼️ yall crouch a lot, its like a little dance. he really likes the disc “far” it itches his brain in the right way. definitely downloads the little raccoon mobs but then regrets it because he gives up all his berries to them, look at their little begging arms, literally how can you say no to that?? AND THEY WASH THE BERRIES. you both fall asleep to the ambience and to each others breathing all cuddled up ‘n warm. cyno absentmindedly sings the music while chopping wood or mining that shit has you SLUMPED. he kisses your head when you fall asleep, smiling like a silly goober.

“do-do-do-do do-do-do-do do, neow neow neow nneow neeeowwww… huh? oh, i’m almost done then we can go to bed, yeah? i’ll charge the switch too, don’t worry. just rest.”

(he’s singing that one part in danny lmfao)

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DILUC

╰┈➤ diluc does not understand the concept of minecraft but its okay, he’s just happy to be here. he also doesn’t call it minecraft but “cave game”, the original name, he did his research though it is rare that he actually calls it minecraft. found out that you could breed animals and accidentally made a pack of wolves. diluc is really good with redstone its actually insane😭 he’s the type to protect you the whole time while you’re getting flowers for the house, boyfriend bodyguard. diluc doesn’t play much because of his job but when he does, he’s prepared to sit for hours and spend time with you :(. these are the times where he’s most affectionate, randomly kissing your cheek, getting water for the both of you before you play, etc. luc loves the mod pack “industrial”, he can build machines, how neat is that??? also it has way more OMFP with the added features it has yk? he likes the trains :D

“is the water running…? the water’s running, they have moving windmills!”

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KAEDEHARA KAZUHA

╰┈➤ kazuha has the most expensive equipment yet doesn’t use this shit half of the time unless he’s streaming with heizou??? like im talking msi infinite rs pc, multiple monitors, a graphic drawing tablet, headphones with immaculate sound quality AND!!! the ear cups have fucking cyberpunk 3d wing guards on them. but anyways, minecraft, yes, he plays. in fact, kaedehara has about 10 beaten hardcore worlds every time a new update comes out, he must beat the game again. he rarely plays minecraft without his shaders so when you want to play the original og minecraft, he doesn’t mind, he actually enjoys the nostalgia. so much so the music is actually his background music when he’s just lazing around. words cannot express how much he dislikes (hates) wardens omg. he’ll protect you from them but if there were diamonds behind a warden, ig he’s going somewhere else😭 kazuha gives you random shit, weather that be something really sweet or questionable…

“love, do you want my rotten flesh? here<3 oh! and, i also got you some steak, you’re low on hearts…”

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KAEYA

╰┈➤ he’s heard of it, watched people play, just never played it. but when he does… he’s a menace. kaeya got his hands on flint and steel and set an entire jungle on fire… but he can be sweet sometimes! you’re the one protecting his ass while he walks around at night UNARMED to gather blue flowers for you. like you’re cute, but take a shield or something😭 he’s jumped off of a tall building before and landed on half a heart for a stack of bread you didn’t want. he’s rather oblivious to the mobs around him, he once thought shulkers were friends because they were just “silly little guys in little boxes” yk until they almost killed him. you bought him his own skin and introduced him to parrots and now its his favorite animal, he looks like a pirate!!! kaeya is chaotically sweet.

“yes, you almost died protecting me but how could you resist my everlasting love plus pixelated blue flowers?”

(has a cat unironically named ice spice LMFAO)

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SHIKANOIN HEIZOU

╰┈➤ your boyfriend is good at literally anything else BUT minecraft. its the way this game constantly has it out for him too like what did bro do??🙁 heizou stream’s with kazuha every now and again and on those, he still doesn’t know what to do… he’d rather play on the servers, bedwars in particular. extremely good at bw, you’d rather NOT be his enemy😭😭 wins almost every single game even when he carries, rank 98 in the server. yet when it comes to a casual server between you and him, the chats are filled with his deaths and his hashtagged rages💀 heizou despises silverfish which is also why he hates going into strongholds, they could get stomped on for all he cares! >:( he has texture packs with really beautiful skies and then a picnic mod so he can stargaze with you and eats minecraft cake :(<3

“oh. babe, green is heading for our bed, no pressure or anything. i loovveee youuu😚”

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XIAO

╰┈➤ xiao has the MOST downloaded mod packs, shaders, and worlds. not very expensive mod packs most of the time but when they are, they’re always good. spends his time fighting off mobs at night, #1 totem holder. he even has his own custom skin!!! he’s kinda been waiting for you to ask so when you do play mc together, you already have your own room, but when you voluntarily move your bed into his room to sleep… he melts. xiao loves cuddling while the two of you play, he’d rather your arms around him than the other way around, feels more intimate. you have matching hoodies for occasions like this. he has the dragon mod pack and has his own golden and orange dragon named ‘li’. he doesn’t talk while gaming, curses silently when he gets hit, but other than that doesn’t talk. if you want to talk, he’ll listen, he likes hearing about your day :].

“no, keep talking. i’m listening. see, li’s listening too.”

[potatounicoorn]

Käärijä's Helsinki live concert, mid-speeches translated

Okay as promised I will try to translate Käärijä's speeches of his concert. I am doing this as training for my English exam so I will make mistakes. Also Käärijä speaks in Finnish spoken language, and it has more slang than written language. So the translations are a polished versions of his speeches. Please correct me on my grammar mistakes! :D

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"Good friends! Welcome to Käärijä's journey!

---

"Just like that. There is a lot of you. I heard some people have been waiting for a week in there. That requires skills. Thank you for that. Good lord give your self a big applause for this."

"Käärijä in Vantaa. From Vantaa. A sold-out Black box (the concert)."

"Nobody would have believed this. Not you, not me, no one. But accidents happen to everyone and now one happened to Käärijä.

"Amazing, let's continue."

(applause)

"Oh don't start yet, I'll take my jacket off. (A friends name?) take my jacket off."

"This leather is a bad choice for the outfit cause there are flames and everything. Leather against leather.

(The Finnish word for skin and leather is nahka so it's a fun play with words).

"A sip of water and we will continue."

"But one question! Did we come here to have fun? (Crowd cheers) Okay then we will continue."

---

"Thank you"

"Hey! Now there is this thing, and I am hoping that this friend who is coming here has drunk water. So that he won't go into the pyres, because today this one guy has a bachelor party."

(The guy in question appears, and Käärijä speaks to him. The guy wears a monkey suit)

"And I bet. And I bet you don't get any further. This will remain as a bachelor party. And you can start looking for a new friend, a new companion. I hope they are watching this."

"Hey! Here we have a monkey. And so am I."

"This job that we are doing here is really a job of a monkey. (With monkey they mean kinda silly or stupid). Glad to see someone else in this suit and next we have the song Kiertävä sirkus."

"You can go wild but don't go into the flames."

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"Thank you! (Speaking to the monkey guy). I wish you nothing but the best and good luck."

"If everything went badly because of this, then you can move into my tiny apartment. You are always welcome."

"Okay take that monkey away."

(Speaking to the crowd again)

"It makes me glad. (He said "vetää hiljaiseksi" which means "pulls me silent", but idk how to translate that well)."

"People are wearing green and some people don't have clothes at all on them, but that is fine."

"So, have you been enjoying yourselves huh?"

(crowd cheers)

"Well yes. So I actually went to Eurovision, I don't know if anyone watched it, but-"

(cheering)

"Yes that was, that was like a basic gig in Nivala. Yeah we did that out of the way and- now we are here. So I appreciate all of you so so so so much."

"This is not self-evident, so many people want to see this circus monkey, I don't- I mean I am thinking what is wrong with you all, but it's nice that you are all here. Yeah just kidding.

"I also want to thank you for everything, you guys have made this thing, not me I just made the song. I didn't do much more than that. You guys created this around Käärijä- well I am not sure what sort of chaos this is, but you guys are guilty for that. Thank you for that."

(Crowd cheers)

"And then I would like to respect this guy called Antti Tuisku. " (Antti is a very popular and beloved Finnish singer).

"Sadly I need to tell you that Antti had much more better things to do, than come to Käärijä's concert."

"He is somewhere in Spain, with an oiled chest. Macarena- or what is that song."

"But we are trying to give our respects to him. He is apparently quitting his career, good for me, he made me some room. Thank you Antti."

"Antti was Finland's best live performer, notice "he was". Who is it now? I do not know."

"But- I was thinking we could do it for you guys (his and Antti's song "Auto jää".) We can respect Antti and- this sounds like a funeral speech. He is alive. And is doing well. Is doing better than ever."

"Antti, if you are watching this somewhere, I don't know somewhere. But if you are not watching then all the best for you. See you in Spain."

"Let's get going."

"You can sing along! I have no idea how these lyrics go, but let's try."

---

"Thank you."

"Pity that Antti didn't come."

"Antti did not come and you can't do anything about it."

(I don't know how to translate the word "onpa" but he says that a few times. Basically a word to start a sentence)

"I don't know, this makes me speechless. (the sound is not working) And now my headset is starting to get broken. I am absolutely messed up over here. I am not drunk but otherwise I'm messed up."

"There is- hey (points into the crowd) you put me messages about that hat, didn't you? Yes. Think about this, there is this one person who made a- I don't know how many weeks or months it took you to make that- that hat. Hat. First they were flexing me like "Look at this hat" and I was like oh that is kinda cool "Do you want this?".

(The person starts to point at the hat and ask does Käärijä want it)

"Why would I take it, it's yours!! Dear lord- no I can't- maybe later."

"Quite a hustle and bustle."

"Shall we continue still?"

(Crowd cheers)

"Yes we will continue- I am trying to look if there are any- all of you are my friends. And that much I want to say that welcome to Käärijä's family."

(Cheering)

"Even if you don't want to, now you are a part of Käärijä's family, because you came here. You have sold your souls to Käärijä.

(Cheers"

"And I hope everyone respects each other here, because otherwise I will come there and no one will have fun anymore."

"Because there are small family members here, so I hope they too will see something. So if there is a little Lassi somewhere in there, then take that Lassi and carry him so he could see too. Or then they can come here 10 years later."

"I feel like that 5 year old Lassi is as tall as me. Or what was its name. But I guess-"

"Okay then we will do a few new songs. We released this mixtape and decided to do those songs as well. I am kinda terrified already, (looks at a paper on the floor) and I went to look what were the names of the songs."

"Are they- Are these the songs? Well I guess there is no other choice but to do these."

"Are there anyone who bought that mixtape?"

"Well they did not sell that well but- that is why I am not even wearing a shirt on."

(A pink guy whispers something to him)

"What?"

"Is it the wrong song? That was the wrong song."

"What was it?"

"Well it was Mic mac."

"Sorry for that, I am still kinda in Liverpool, but well just ignore that."

"Let's play Mic mac then."

"If someone knows this legendary dance, you are allowed to dance."

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"There is a mini Käärijä. Hello."

"That is cool. Is that my missing bolero? That was- you never returned it. But that's okay, it is yours now."

"Who else do we have here. What is that, a Pokemon card, a Bulbasaur- so many gifts here again."

"You guys are- a finnish flag- yes I know where we are."

"Someone came here "Really, Käärijä can't remember. We should show him that he is here in Finland, and no more in Liverpool!"

"Draw me a tattoo."

"Now you are- I will come there at some point. You are- you are- you are going hard over there, there is absolutely no sense in this."

"Dear lord."

"Does anyone else want a tattoo? I have the equipments over there."

"When this career in music starts going downhill, I was thinking about- well I guess I need to have a tattoo shop then, because so many want to take one."

"Alright, let's do more new songs then. Is that ok?"

(Crowd says yes)

"Well this is the first time we are doing these live, so give us some air and mercy. We are a bit confused, but that's the spirit."

"Let's go."

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"Thank you."

"That went surprisingly well. A bit of confusion, but that is okay. Forgive me."

"And then there would be this "Morgan", has anyone heard it?"

(cheering)

"I can tell you, yesterday when we were practicing it- it was horrifying to watch. Let's hope it is today, just as horrifying to watch."

"So let's go!"

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"Thank you (starts laughing)"

"Guys, you should never present a song you learned yesterday."

"But that went quite well, didn't it?"

"Yeah, the same thing was with Eurovision. I learned the lyrics a day before the show, and it went well!"

"Hey it is absolutely amazing. Life ain't so serious. It's good to go wild sometimes, but like nicely, no stupid things."

"I also want to say hey to the back row."

(cheering)

"Käärijä's concerts rarely have a back row, but now there is one."

"That is very nice, welcome here. I hope you can see something, I'm kinda a tiny short guy."

"People have been talking about how tall Käärijä is. So you know what?"

"I don't know."

"That's it."

"Let's go to the next song!"

---

"That kind. That song."

"Hey, a question. Always interesting a question like this."

"How many people knew about Käärijä before UMK?"

(Crowd answers)

"Not everyone could have know no. Where have you been those days? When Käärijä sang lonely gigs? In Pudasjärvi, in a corner of a pizzeria. Haven't seen you guys there."

"How many of you, Käärijä was not really known, before UMK?"

(Crowd answers again)

"Well now it badly seems like, people are trying to get pity pints to Käärijä. Same guys who said "Yes I have listened" raised their hands in "I haven't listened"."

"Well it is what it is. That I will never know. Numbers will know."

(The person with a tattoo sign is waving their sign)

"You are still swinging there. We should take a hotel room later, now take it easy. We will make that tattoo."

"Wow. Are there- How many made a bolero?"

(People raise their hands, one guy is jumping, Käärijä points at him)

"You. The same crazy person again here. I can never get rid of you. Now you have some kind of a teddy bear with you. What gig was it- it was Lap- Lappeenranta?"

"This guy stole the whole show."

"You got paid and everything."

"Yes well- yes no wonder Kärtsäri is not driving around with a fancy car when this one guy takes it all (the money)."

(The guy takes his wig off)

"Put that potty back you looked better in it."

"Hey I want to- there is a bolero. I first of all want to thank you- I am usually not the one to say thank you, I am that kind of a person who is not thanking everyone. That's not who I am. Thanking everyone is more of Antti's thing, not mine."

"But I want to say, to all the families that there here. Are there any families here?"

(Crowd answers)

"I assumed at first of course that "Yess there are families here". And nobody came. Let's just say, the smallest family members welcome here, and I hope parents know where they just took their kids. And I try to behave accordingly, today. This is the last time."

"This is the coolest thing that has happened to me, honestly."

(Crowd cheers)

"There- there in Liverpool the fact that there were 15 thousand people and 250 million people watching from TV, this is much cooler. Thank you for that."

(Crowd cheers)

"Even if I lie a lot, I am not lying about this."

"Okay shall we continue?"

"Hey, will any shirts come off? Next up is Paidaton riehuja (shirtless rampage) so will any come off? There! There went one."

"Remember at Käärijä's concert we are all family, so you can take off your shirt no matter gender or who you are. Of course be aware of the smallest family members, so they wont get trauma."

(Points at the crowd)

"What kind of a duck costume are you wearing?"

"You have come to the wrong concert, no but let's go."

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(Käärijä goes near the crowd.)

"Thank you"

"Like that."

(Someones money drops)

"Your money dropped here."

(A little kid in a pink dress comes next to Käärijä)

"You- oh goddaughter even came here. Go fast to your mother or you'll drown there (in the crowd)."

(People give him stuff. Käärijä leads the kid back)

"Are these for me? Thank you. Amazing. (girl's name maybe?)"

(Käärijä goes back to the stage)

"I'll go back to the stage, I didn't go back home like some of you thought."

(Someone in the crowd shouts something, I am not sure what)

"It will come, it will come. It is the next one actually."

"Let's see. First time ever I had to do a set list. Because there are like 16 songs here."

"I am not sure what these songs are, but here they are."

"What are these songs? Do we even have time to do these all? Hey, before Urheilujätkä, there will be Hirttää kiinni."

"Is that okay?"

(He asks "Hirttääkö jengillä kiinni? Hyvä niin minullakin", not sure how to translate it right.)

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"Kärtsäri's concert haven't had this kind of a feeling in a long time."

"Old man's pump is starting to fail, I hope our first aid is ready. Okay no that was a joke, no need to worry."

(Watching fan signs)

"What is there? "Greetings to mom and dad" my parents? Do you have something to say to my dad? "Cha cha cha, hirttää kiinni ja Mic mac" very well... "

"That is a cool sign, I need to give you my respects. My apartment is full of drawings, and shoes and socks and... I sleep on top of all the fan made things... and I don't have the money to move to a bigger apartment yet, but maybe someday for sure."

(Points to the crowd)

"Why are you jumping over there?"

"Cool is your bolero, what is it made of? Sheets maybe? No, just kidding, it's amazing."

(Cameraman is filming a fan with a sign "Make a <3 if you think Bojan is hot" Käärijä sadly did not notice :( Love the fan for trying)

"Soon we will give you some cha cha cha. And and well not yet, I tricked you guys a little, but soon."

"Before that, I would like to ask some people- wait I need to check who I was supposed to ask here."

"Yeah my memory left in- I need to say that this journey from Liverpool- no actually from UMK to here has really been a journey of some kind. And you people have made me come through it. I must say that if people think that this kind of life is just some highlight and very cool- this is very cool yes, but there are a lot of dark sides into this."

But I must say that the moment I see so many people here because of me- Dear lord."

"If my mom comes here well that is normal, but this many people, I am not sure how many is just wow. Nobody probably bought their own ticket here. You won your tickets from some cereal packet or-"

"Hey next I would like to ask people here on the stage. First of all I am asking my friend, who is actually the reason why I am on music business at all, and I have learned a lot from him and he is a dear friend. We have been through some hardships but we are still friends and I hope it stays like that, so now with a big applause welcome to the stage Soni!!! (I think it was Soni)"

(crowd cheers)

Soni: "Good evening"

Käärijä: "Pay your debts"

Soni:: "Tomorrow"

Käärijä: "Welcome to the stage"

Soni: "Thank you thank you"

"And next I would like to ask, one friend, who we made the first Käärijä song with and my best friend. Who was with me in Liverpool as an interpreter but he didn't get to do anything cause I became so good in English. My English is kinda good nowadays."

"Yes yes mister worldwide here"

"Applause to Jesse!!!!!"

"And before all this I will go get this one shirt. Where is it? Here."

Soni: "Does anyone have lamps on their phones? Could we get those up for the next song?"

Jesse: "This is the moment"

"This is very awkward to wear this shirt on. But is e here, is uncle Jaska here somewhere? Sportguy himself."

"He is not. Hey now it looks cool. Are you ready before the big final? Let's go!"

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""Well that was a journey."

Joni: "What a circus."

"Jesse over here has played hockey before. Can't believe he is here now. Well career didn't start on that area and Jesse is not doing anything in this area either."

"Hey a few songs left I hope you have all enjoyed. Tomorrow I will go to a vacation so don't try to contact me. I won't answer. Cause now Kärtsäri needs a vacation."

"A few songs left and then you can all go to home to sleep. Are you ready?"

"I'll go take my shirt of and then we will continue."

(Someone shouts take your pants off)

"Pants off? These pants are stuck in my skin. So they won't leave. If you didn't know I actually sleep in these."

"Journey has been hard and it has a prize and that we pay."

"Next we will have a tense atmosphere"

"So let's continue."

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(Crowd shouts Cha cha cha)

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"Thank you!!!!"

"Give a big applause to yourselves! Give a big applause to the dancers! And give a big applause to my pink friends!"

"Do you want it to play again?"

"DO YOU WANT IT AGAIN?"

"Okay let's do it, now everyone goes as hard as they can!"

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"Thank you!"

"Dear god, thank you thank you thank you!"

"Now my tank is empty and I will go to a vacation. remember to take a break and have a vacation."

"I will remember this always, I don't remember anything from the Eurovision show but this I will always remember. Thank you!"

"And I hope we can take one family photo. Everyone here, YLE will shut the TV soon. Okay good, good. And you can lift our hands."

(Crowd is chanting "Winner! Winner! Winner!")

"Thank you! See you in the future and maybe somewhere else!"

"Thank you, thank you. Goodbye!"

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And with that I have decided to never translate anything ever again. Why did I think this would take an hour max? Anyway I hope this was useful to someone out there. It was a fun protect and after this, my English exam better be a 10.

GOODNIGHT!!!!! <3

[diabolicalworldwriter]

Jesus, I just got to the point in Words of Radiance where Kal is in prison and Dalinar basically says "You're not going to end racism by being radical and acting upset about it. You can't just expect us to treat you like an equal because you're not one. Play nice and maybe the racists will grow to respect you"

I.

Buddy what the fuck

In general I think I've found that I'm... Not as fond of Dalinar as I used to be. Don't get me wrong, he does some great things and he's constantly trying to improve and I appreciate that. Flawed characters make stories interesting and I think Brandon does a fantastic job of writing him. However, he is overly strict and judgemental (Still not forgiving him for hating on Adolin for trying to express himself a bit more through style in ROW; let my boy dress up a bit if he wants), he struggles to accept other ways of doing things (we could look to Adolin again, being "too friendly" with those he commands and Dalinar going "noooo they might respect you less if they think you see them as an equal individual"), and while he talks about how he wants to change how everything works, if someone tries to defy convention in a way he doesn't approve of he shuts them down. (Kaladin pointing out very fair issues with how dark eyes are punished severely and light eyes get away with everything only to be talked down at until he shut up and fell in line, for example.) He wants change and has power to bring it about but won't do anything too radical for it, I guess, and that frustrates me. He tends to support systems as long as they work for his own goals, even if they're still exploitative and deeply unjust, while also complaining that everyone else is being exploitative and unjust. I dislike that he acts like he's doing Kaladin such a favor by treating him as almost an equal. "I'm sticking my neck out by treating you like a human, act civil and don't try to speak too loudly about the injustices yet, you might make the others uncomfortable." Dalinar isn't like other light eyes, he's so quirky and different and sometimes acts a bit less classist and racist!!! Aren't we lucky!! Idk maybe I'm stating my point a bit too strongly but damn. He's giving "yeah I'm a stubborn old man but really I'm quite progressive, I don't even go out of my way to hate crime people"

Words of Radiance, while I enjoy it, is rather difficult to get through because it's just so many main characters who I generally appreciate being awful to/supporting or ignoring awful behavior towards Kaladin and if he reacts they're like ":0000 how dare he attack first" (I appreciate Zahel chewing out Adolin for antagonizing and then fighting Kal in shardplate because goddamn Adolin I love you but that sucked.)

I'm finding Elhokar a lot more unlikeable on this reread as well. He's meant to be unlikeable of course, so good job on that, but Jesus he can be the worst. Honestly standing beside my past thoughts that what Moash did wrong was not in turning on the system that oppresses him and all the dark eyes, but just that he knowingly hurt Kaladin and other people who cared about him repeatedly and severely to do so.

I'm on board with killing horrible leaders (especially if it seems the only way to remove them and stop them from causing harm: people shouldn't have to suffer and die as part of a leader's learning curve and character growth, and going "they're working on it" when people are actively suffering is garbage. I'm still sad at Elhokar's death but I'm not sad that he's no longer king) but I draw the line at abusing and killing one's friends and I am just hoping he comes to terms with what he has done wrong and improves in book five.

Anyways that was long and scattered I'm sorry lmao you should have heard my rant to my poor cousin, I was rambling for like half an hour.

[via-l0ve]

Hello! I've been binging your fics/imagines lately and I just can't get enough! I don't know if this was ever done before, but--

Could you do a general, platonic (perhaps mildly romantic, like how I see Dean kinda gushing over Y/N idk, your choice!) imagine on how the men (Sam, Dean, Castiel, maybe Crowley [which would be funny]) would react to Y/N being some kind of powerful angel, like that sits at a pretty high rank and has the power to do all sorts of stuff? Healing, destroying, anger being so destructive it could kill a human (but albeit a peaceful being). This angel would probably serve as a guardian to the Winchesters, or a superior to Cass or a complete surprise and maybe unlikely companion for Crowley? I imagine it'd be a scenario where they're saved last second during a massive fight, probably get to know er type deal. This sounds kind of cheesy as I ask someone else to write this but I hope it doesn't sound too weird, I almost wanna go anonymous HAHA. I know this is VERY specific but I don't wanna confuse you! It's something I wanna write out into a fic myself but the way you write would make it super interesting! :)

So sorry if this was too much, I'm very descriptive!

Angel. (SPN pref!) 🩷

a/n: stop omg. this idea is so cool! also - thank you for the kind words!! i appreciate you so much!! i hope you enjoy this!

warnings: slightly romantic!!

Dean:

Dean met you on a hunt

he was being himself and basically bleeding out, but he was still fighting

you, being in charge of the dink, had to come down and help out

when you appear, a bolt of white light strikes the ground and your voice projects through the atmosphere

“you will not hurt this man.” you say, hair blowing in the wind and eyes glowing

dean was flabbergasted, also a little scared, but also a little bit in love

eventually you just kill the entire vampire nest because they’re stupid and you turn to dean.

“are you okay?”

he’s even more confused because this angel just came down and slaughtered the threats to him and now they’re talking so.. nice.

you heal his wounds and boom. now he’s your friend

he follows you around like a lost puppy and also brags that he’s friends with not one, but two angels, and one is even more powerful and higher up than fucking CASTIEL.

as he gets to know you he knows how sweet you are and it inteigues him even more because - as i said, you’re a powerful angel who can kill anyone but you’re so nice to him, Sam, Bobby and Cas.

the first time he sees you angry he literally gets all red and falls for you

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Sam:

You first met sam when he was basically bleeding out in a motel room

Dean had gone to get food and sam had been hiding a pretty nasty gash from him

so now he was sitting alone trying to patch himself up (and being unsuccessful)

so, you made your appearance and tried to keep him calm

you appeared and he saw you and went 👁️👄👁️

“it’s okay. i’m an angel. i will not hurt you.” you say softly, stepping towards him

sam is still a little wary but he lets you heal him

you press your fingers to his forehead and he’s all good (albeit a little scared hahah)

he always has the smuggest little smirk on his face when you get angry on his behalf

he likes the feeling of having such a powerful being watching over him all the time but it also makes him nervous because of… his past💀

addicts recover

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Castiel:

When you came down from heaven to help the Winchesters and Castiel, he was happy to see you

he knew, despite rebelling from heaven, you wouldn’t judge him

he spends a lot of time near you

like, standing right next to you

i like to think that you have better “people skills” than him for whatever reason (it’s just funny) and he just kind of sticks to you ykwim

he thinks you’re so cool

he dosent step in to help you in fights because he knows you can handle it and kill anyone you want

he’s blushing and kicking his feet when he sees you🤭🤭🤭

absolute power couple if you guys got together like omg

but yeah

he always defends you if anyone says shit

he’s just such a cutie pie

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Crowley:

you popped in when crowley was holding dean and sam hostage

you came into the room, eyes rolling already.

“let them go.” you said, voice sounding bored as you’d done this multiple times already.

crowley looks at you

“oh god, you again.” he scoffs

BUT he dosent even bother to argue and lets them go

which shocks the boys because that’s not like crowley

but he’s smitten for you

it’s giving enemies to lovers

but anyways

you guys have many encounters and end up talking a lot

crowley talks about hell and you talk about heaven

and he finds himself not hating you

and suddenly he wants to be around you more and learn about you and watch you be a badass angel

[baratiddyappreciator]

Dating the main Baki cast HCs

Continuing on with these because... idk, I can't find many that I really like.

Baki:

You two would probably get together sometime after Kozue has had enough with his constant putting his life on the line and in danger.

He's not a good boyfriend, but he's not a bad one either. He's really only had experience with Kozue, and even then, they weren't really together for a really long time.

He's either very present or very absent, there is no in-between. Be prepared to be put on a back burner if he wants to train to defeat a strong opponent or just because he yes he absolutely needed to spend an entire month training up in the middle of nowhere.

He does try and be present for you though, he likes to show his partner that he cares and appreciates them. A lot of making food and cuddling whenever he's not obsessively training or getting ready for a fight.

Introduce this man to ASMR and he will absolutely melt tbh, he's already super chill, ASMR would just amplify that level of chill. Once you introduce the concept of a self-care night, he'll be fully on-board.

"Hey baby, are you ready for our quiet night in? The blankets are fresh out of the dryer, they'll be nice and warm."

Kozue:

You two would probably get together a while after she dumps Baki because that boy gives her too much stress to date, but she can indeed keep him as a friend. Let me tell you that the relief of having someone less likely to get themselves killed by being an idiot from planet strong does wonders for this girl.

A lot of average and basic dates, but that's okay, she doesn't need anything fancy as long as you have a good time. It's about the quality with her, and some good quality time is all she needs.

Self care is really important to her, considering she spends a lot of time studying and doing extra-curricular activities (as well as worrying about Baki's dumbass), so playing with her hair during down time or even a little shoulder massage while she's studying goes a long way with her.

High-key needs someone who can reassure her that she's doing the right thing or validate her worries and not make her feel like she's crazy or over reacting about something that stresses her out.

Pamper the hell out of her, this girl deserves it. Get her some cozy pajamas and a nice fluffy blanket, drag her into bed and watch a movie or her favourite idols performing live before bed, help this girlie pop relax after a stressful week.

"Yeah, maybe I shouldn't have crammed that project, I mean, it's not due for another while. Thanks for the help!"

Hanayama:

He met you at a bar, and the man absolutely did not waste any time expressing that he was interested. Unfortunately for him, he's basically physically unable of being suave or subtle, so he absolutely fumbled the bag in the beginning.

Don't expect him to have any idea what he's doing in the beginning, he'll be awkward and confused about what he's doing with you, a lot of just straight up staring at you and than saying something that is (probably) really weird or rude. It takes a while for things to click with him, but once they do and he figures out what sort of things you like, he's actually a pretty good partner.

He's actually really sweet once he figures out what you like. Do you like quality time? Yeah, he can do quality time once in a while, just don't expect him to appreciate it if you ask him to snuggle while he's in front of his underlings. He has a reputation to uphold you know.

He absolutely loves showing off how strong he is for you. Need that jar opened? No problem, he's got it. Just make sure you have a spare container handy for whatever is inside. You want him to help you reach something? Yeah, he can do that, up you go. Anyone bugging you? Not anymore. As a matter of fact, they're never seen again, and if they are, it's definitely in worse shape then they were last.

He's theoretically a great listener, but whether or not he's actually listening to you is a 50/50, because he might just be lost in his own head. He doesn't talk a lot, but when he does speak his mind, you should probably listen, because he doesn't really confide in a lot of people.

He'll absolutely spoil you to show off, but then sometimes he'll get you small, really thoughtful gifts that he knows you'll like. Did your favourite necklace go missing? Don't worry, he's gotten it cleaned, fixed and polished, he's got it in his back pocket in a box so he can give it to you later.

"Hey, I've got somethin' for ya. Turn around and close your eyes, trust me, you'll like this one."

Katsumi:

Honestly, you either met him while just out and about and saw him with the Shinshinkai karate boys, or you met him while you were just out and about. Either way, it's one of those situations where you wind up having no clue how you bagged this one.

He's absolutely the kind of guy to be able to charm your socks (and pants) off but he does it with pure intentions. He just wants to make sure that you know he has eyes only for you.

He absolutely uses his parent's relationship to judge if he's doing things right. Do you look at him the same way his mom looks at his dad? No? Well, looks like he needs to work harder then, because that's absolutely how he wants his pookie to look at him.

You know those giant plush teddy bears? Yeah, so does he. He would absolutely get you one. He would also crawl inside said teddy bear and surprise you, especially if you've had a rough day. So if he asks you to go grab something from the store, then be very suspicious.

Absolutely the kind of guy to cuddle you while you both sleep. He'll wake up a few minutes early just so he can spend some time cuddling you before he gets up to work out. Lots of sleepy kisses and little mumbled I love you's while he rubs your back or plays with your hair.

"Hey precious, good morning. Did you sleep okay? The sun's not up yet, we can stay in bed a little bit longer."

Jack:

Honestly, you likely met him while he was out and about, likely at a restaurant or while he was at the gym, and he probably ignored you the entire time, the man is incredibly used to having to ignore people staring at him, but he's not very used to those stares being literal heart eyes.

He's oddly enough a more competent partner than Baki, but not by a lot. He'll give you attention, sure, but you aren't really a priority in his eyes, just a nice bonus that makes life more enjoyable for him. He'll at least pause his training and workouts to give you a small kiss on the forehead or to look at you while you're talking to him.

Definitely not perfect, he's a stubborn man, and while he'll usually give in to some requests of yours. He's not going to ease up on his training, and he's not going to stop taking steroids, but he will at least refrain from taking them in front of you, and he'll at least bring water with him while he trains.

Katsumi has lazy mornings, but Jack has lazy nights. After his night-time run, supper and a shower, he's perfectly happy to curl up and laze around with you until one or both of you falls asleep.

His voice gets really rumbly when he's tired or right after he's woken up, so talking to him when he's right on the cusp of sleep winds up in him mumbling back to you, not even bothering to open his eyes unless it's just stupid enough.

He's more used to violence, so gentle touches absolutely make him shiver. If you gently scratch the back of his man's neck right at the base of his skull you can knock him out in under five minutes. He can't even complain, it probably helps with his back pain, and he's not above returning the favour.

This man radiates heat too, so a movie night in bed while it's chilly out is just pure bliss with him, because he'd absolutely start tracing little shapes on your back and thighs.

"Hey darlin', c'mere, you're gonna get cold all the way over there. The bed's warm and it's gettin' kinda late."

Kosho:

You probably saw him doing something dumb and dangerous (cough cough standing in front of a charging bull cough cough) and he somehow managed to not die??? And you also managed to not die??? Impressive.

He's not a distant partner, but he's not very close either. He doesn't want you to be seen as a potential weakness for him, but he also wants to brag about you because you're just so gorgeous and precious, and he's absolutely head over heels.

If you like taking care of your hands, that's something he'll have in common with you. His hands and feet are some of his greatest weapons, his fingers and nails especially. Give him a manicure and he will both kill and die for you.

Treating his greatest weapons with such care and gentleness is a surefire way to show that you care about him and his training. Show this man some love, he deserves it.

Playfully bullying each-other is a very large aspect of the relationship most likely, he is a younger sibling, he's gotta get that younger sibling energy out somehow, but he won't cross the line, he's not trying to be mean.

"Yeah yeah, and you're the president of the United States. Should I follow you around everywhere you go like a lovesick puppy to make sure you don't get kidnapped?"

Kureha:

You most likely met him at work, in school, or at the gym. And like most other people, you probably thought that he was really charming and well-spoken. Until you got to know him a little bit better and realized that he's just a straight up bitch.

Unlike Kosho, who playfully teases you, Kureha will sometimes actively be mean to you. If you can roll with the punches though, you'll be surprised to find that he'll start showing you that he doesn't actually mean anything by his snarky comments.

No, he will not let you play with his hair, absolutely not, that is his and his alone. You can look at it though. And don't use his shampoo either. Sure it smells good, of course it does. It's his.

I hope you don't mind messes either, because this man is either one of the neatest people alive, or one of the messiest. I'm talking just walking away from whatever he's doing for hours on end because he got called away to do something, or got the sudden urge to go workout again.

He's also a wild sleeper, so for the first little bit you'll get some good sleep, but once he gets into a deeper sleep you're probably going to get kicked or rolled around.

If you somehow manage to sleep through that, then his fifteen billion alarms are probably going to wake you up. You will not be in a normal sleeping position, because he'll have moved you around in his sleep.

He doesn't really cuddle, but he will let you curl up to him. He likes feeling how much more delicate you are than he is. He's also the kind of guy to just grab your hand and look at it for a little while, doing all sorts of random stuff like posing your fingers or bending your wrist.

"You do know that you've got some of the worst circulation that I've ever seen, right? Your fingers are always so cold, go stick them under some hot water before you give me hypothermia."

Retsu:

It's a case of right place right time with this one, because as far as you were concerned, you were just going to go get some groceries, and now there is a wall of man asking you if you know where they moved the seasoning to.

Very much an old man when it comes to love. He'll take you out on several dates before he actually asks you to be his partner. Not like, six or seven dates, nono, enough dates to just assume that you were already official.

Even when you are dating, this man is going to be working hard to properly court you. Do you want a quiet night in? He'll clean the place up, cook some dinner and set up some nice music so you can have a relaxing atmosphere.

He's also the kind of person to just spontaneously go on a walk. Sitting inside all day when there's good weather is such a waste of a good day, why not go walk through the park to go see the ducks or watch other people having a good time?

A few months into actually dating, he'll just sorta start reading you poetry. Really beautiful poetry too. The man has such a relaxing voice that he could probably soothe you to sleep. Ask him to read you a story during a rainy day and you'll be snoring before he finishes the first chapter.

"Did you want some more tea before I begin? How about a blanket? Alright, let's see what we have here."

Doppo:

Honestly, the only way I can see Doppo getting into a relationship with someone is if Natsue passes away, and even then, he probably wouldn't, but HYPOTHETICALLY, if he did, it would be with someone closer to his own age, he wouldn't want to feel like a cradle-snatcher.

We all know how devoted he is to Natsue, if he falls for you he'll fall HARD, anything you want, you can get it, just say the words. Hell, you don't even have to say the words, if he catches you looking at something for a while with that look of want in your eyes, expect it to be placed into your hands on your next date night.

Speaking of date nights, those happen frequently. He wants to make sure you know just how loved and valued you are, so he's taking you out every weekend for a nice quiet dinner somewhere cozy and pretty.

Expect for him to teach you a thing or two about self-defense. He may be your Superman, but he's not always right by your side, and he wants to know that you're safe.

Katsumi is pretty chill, so he wouldn't exactly mind another parental figure in his life either. Which is good, because Doppo does care about his son, and if Katsumi is against you being with him, he'll be stuck between a rock and a hard place.

He holds your hands a lot. When you're walking, sitting together, laying down to go to sleep, he just likes holding your hands and calling you pretty.

He's a suave mf, he knows how to compliment someone to get their heart fluttering. He'll look you dead in the eyes and give you the most thoughtful, love-filled compliment anyone has ever given you, and he won't stop until you make him shut up.

"Honey, you are the most stunning person I know. I'm lucky that you chose me, because your love is like standing in sunshine, like walking on a cloud."

Shibukawa:

I just can't see him getting involved with someone much younger than him honestly. Just imagining him with a sweet older partner that he can just sit and exist with and talk about life is just such pleasant imagery for me.

Someone who understands all his old aches and pains, and is there to support him through it. He's not decrepit, mind you, he's still pretty spry for a man in his mid seventies, so if anything, he's the one taking care of you.

He loves his early mornings, drinking tea and watching the sun rise, listening to the birds and the sounds of nature before the city comes to life, probably sitting out on a patio, just the two of you.

A lot of mischief. He's a mischievous old man, and you'd probably have to reign him in, he's not as spry as the youngsters he pranks after all, and sometimes someone needs to remind him to slow down a little sometimes.

He probably has a collection of all of his glass eyes, divided between old broken ones and new unused ones, all the way from his first one to the newest ones that he's had made. It pays to have spares.

You know the old people who pop out their dentures to scare kids? Yeah he does that with his eye, and you'd be left either trying to comfort this poor traumatized child or scold him so the parents don't get too upset. You can laugh about it later, don't worry, he certainly will be.

"Oh nonsense! That little brat needed to have a good scare, did you see the way he was treating his parents? It's just a glass eye, give him a few years and that'll be one of the coolest things he's ever seen!"

[cecenyss]

You know people complain a lot about how NaLu never sails but I don’t think that we appreciate Fairy Tail as a series where romance basically never happens.

The only ships I can think of being portrayed as explicitly romantic—even if they never actually happen they’re clearly meant to be interpreted as romantic—are Gray/Juvia, Elfman/Evergreen, Jellal/Erza, Levy/Gajeel,,,, literally wracking my head and I can’t think of anything else. Which yeah four main ships sounds like a lot but there are so many characters in Fairy Tail they introduce new people every arc and most of them come back later. All of them have fans that adore them. And these are the only real ships I can think of.

Maybe Erik/Kinana? But I don’t remember ever seeing that confirmed in the anime. I think it might’ve been said in 100yq but idk I never got very far.

Anyway my point is romance is basically never the main focus and that’s such a breath of fresh air. And the ships that are there never really feel like they’re just there to be ‘in love’ their relationship always has some weight to it

Gruvia is is I think the worst of them and even then Gray means a lot to Juvia in a real way outside of her nonsensical obsession with him, he chased the rain away and that’s significant.

It’s just like,,, idk. Media is always so romance focused and it’s so nice to have something that isn’t. I think that’s why I keep going back to it

[ossiethegreat]

• OZ’S 10K DTIYS RESULTS!!! 🌿🍬

Thank you to everybody who participated :)

Okay so this was very hard for me to do because I love all of ur art very dearly and I didn’t want to leave anybody out 💔💔 all of you did so well and I rlly appreciate the support yall give me!!! Tysm!!!

Anyway now to announce the winners :} remember to DM me for the prizes!!

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I also like how clean and smooth the lineart is, it’s very nice to look at and I could find myself making this my pfp or lockscreen or something 😭😭😭‼️‼️‼️

And of course the animation 😭😭💗💗 I didn’t expect anybody to animate for this but you did and it turned out very well!! Color’s so cute I just want to squish him to death 🙏🙏😞😞 TYSSMM FOR PARTICIPATING!!!

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I really love how detailed the hood fluff is it’s super nice to look at!!! Color looks so pretty I want to smooch his face and give him lots of love 💗💗💗

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[yowyowyaoi]

Itachi’s Daily Texts from the Akatsuki

From Konan

Nobody eats until you come out and eat with us 😤

Thank you! You’re the only one who even noticed 💙

You need to do a better job of hiding that kitten lol  it pushed open your door and walked down the hallway again

Of course! You know where I keep it you don’t even have to ask 😊

I know I’ve spoken to Nagato about them he’ll handle it

You have GOT to come try this new massage chair I got it’s heaven 😌

From Deidara

Come on I was just kidding!!

Please call him off if he bites off my hand again Sasori said he won’t replace it 😔

Sharingan is not art it’s dirty cheating 

The counter is covered with plates of eggs, did you do that weird sleepwalking thing again?!

Me and Hidan and maybe Tobi. Come on take the stick out of your ass and just come with us!

I’ll paint them if you braid my hair first.

Why do you always blame me?? Hidan probably took it!

Omfg I SWEAR I meant that for Sasori!! 😳 Please please don’t show Kisame he’ll kill me 😫

From Zetsu

He’s just so emotional is that an Uchiha trait?

I can literally smell your exhaustion you need to go and rest

Yeah very cute. Be a shame if someone ate it 👀

He was doing fine. Got a lot taller. Looks a lot like you in the face.

No I’m glad you made him leave that dude freaked even ME out 😵‍💫

From “Tobi” aka Obito

Can I borrow your face cream? This mask makes my skin itch like crazy!

God stop it man are you TRYING to speed up going blind?!

Would he take your last name or would you take his? 🤔

No. Never. They think I’m a dumbass, remember?

Little more time in the sun would probably help 🤷🏻‍♂️

“Crushes” are for little kids. And anyway he hates me 😔

I thought about that yeah. Reminded me of your mom’s. She always made the best ones.

I’m not sure of anything kid. But we’re in it too far to back out.

Idk you just looked super pale

Ask Sasori to make you more, they’re helping a little 

Idc what Zetsu says. I can do a lotta shit but cannibalism isn’t one of them 🤢

You think I didn’t see you sneak in that pie? Either share or I’m telling Kisame.

From Nagato

Come and join Konan and I for tea. We’ve got a new blend we think you’ll like.

Permission granted. Just be back within three days, I’ll be sending you two on a mission then.

Thank you for the tips. My eyes feel much better now.

Take your time reading it. When you finish I’d love to discuss some of the themes with you.

I know you dislike meat but perhaps a bit more protein might help improve your stamina.

I don’t mind but do not let Kakuzu see it.

From Hidan

Movies with me and blondie?

Yeah but he’s half-animal right? Still counts, pervert.

PLEASE make the splinters in the ass joke PLEASE I AM BEGGING YOU😭😭😭

If I didn’t take a piece you would have ate the whole fucking thing yourself and your stomach would burst. You’re welcome 😊

No that was definitely Deidara’s gay ass

Mask boy’s looking for you

Oh right like Kisame wouldn’t beat my ass for that 🙄 Nice try asshole

God damn it’s 3am when the FUCK do you sleep?!

We’re not “plotting” anything just come with ffs 🤦‍♂️

It was an accident and I didn’t even look that long don’t tell her she’ll slice me up with that sharp-ass paper 😖

From Kakuzu

You always being on time with your rent is most appreciated.

To be honest I don’t really know. But at this point I’m too far into my feelings for him so this is my life now. 

Getting enough sleep is important. Nagato agrees that a new mattress would be in your best interests. No arguments.

I’ve ripped off his leg and made it clear it won’t be returned until he returns your property to you.

I’ll consult with Sasori and get back to you.

Konan is insisting everyone text you to come down to eat. It’s my turn. Be advised that continued delay will result in one or more of us coming and retrieving you by force.

From Sasori

Please inform me right away if you notice any adverse side effects. I may need to change the medication or adjust the dosage.

Oh, thank you for reminding me. I wouldn’t want a repeat of last year. What sort of gift do you think I should give him?

You’re more than welcome to anytime. You know I don’t sleep.

Finding the correct body is the most difficult part. All that follows is merely routine.

He can be very sensitive. I’m still learning to decipher and appropriately react to his emotions.

May I borrow that book when you’ve finished it?

Heh. That’s actually very funny.

Try not to overdo it. Your chakra levels still haven’t recovered from the last time.

You may want to hurry back. Zetsu has been circling outside your door like an animal and trying to sniff under it. That lock may not hold.

From Kisame

You remembered your meds today right?

Did you eat?

Yeah? I bet I could work out that tension 😏

Cake is not acceptable for every meal, Itachi.

I got a new blanket, very soft. Come test it out with me 💙

I’ll talk to him about it don’t worry.

For God’s sake just TAKE A NAP!

Have fun but watch your back, I don’t trust those two.

Pretty warm out tonight. Midnight swim later? 😏

You left your necklace on my dresser

Leave it there. You’ve already got one illicit pet you don’t need a second.

I’m cooking, you’re eating. No objections.

My hands are craving being in your hair 😔

I did not eat him. Zetsu is a liar.

You got any more pics like that? Please? 👀

I 💙 you too

[mamaestapa]

Let Me Make It up to You

•pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

•series summary: Y/n Hubbard, the younger sister of Cincinnati Bengals Defensive End Sam Hubbard, finds herself in a difficult situation after a steamy hookup with her brothers best friend, who just so happens to be the quarterback for the Bengals. In just nine months their lives will be changed forever. How will Y/n and Joe manage to to go through parenthood together? more so, how will Sam take the news he is going to be the uncle of his best friends baby?

•chapter summary: It’s the day of your OB appointment and you decide whether or not to hear our and forgive Joe for the past couple of days

•word count: 5.8k

•warnings: pregnancy, some angst, crying, fluff, SMUT—foreplay, unprotected p in v sex, make up sex, breeding kink if you squint?? could be really hot could also be cringe, IDK lol

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April 13, 2023

5 months pregnant

"Good morning, Y/n." Tee greeted with a pearly white grin as you walked into the kitchen. You returned the smile, wishing him a good morning as well. As you walked into the kitchen, the delicious smell of bacon frying on a skillet and golden brown pancakes cooking on the griddle filled your nostrils. You sighed contently as you sat down on a barstool.

"It smells wonderful Tee." You said, eyeing the bacon that was stacked onto a plate. Tee smiled, "Thanks. It's all for you," he opened a cupboard and pulled out a plate, handing it you, "figured you and Baby Burrow-" he paused, correcting himself, "Baby Hubbard Hubbard-Burrow, whatever you call him. Could use a nice breakfast before your appointment." He finished, that sincere smile still on his face. You smiled sweetly at him, "That's really nice of you, but you didn't have to do that."

"Yeah I did," Tee nodded, picking up a piece of bacon and popping it into his mouth as he put two perfectly prepared pancakes onto your empty plate. "You've been through a lot these last couple days, it's the least I could do."

Tee has been such great company these past few days. He's always there for you, whether it's for a shoulder to cry on or to indulge in your cravings with you. Tee is truly a great friend, and you are so thankful to have him with you during a time like this.

You put a generous amount of butter and syrup on your pancakes as you replied. "I should be the one doing this for you Tee," you said, gesturing to the plethora of breakfast foods sitting on the kitchen counter. "You're the one that's letting me stay with you for so long, taking care of me and making sure I'm OK."

Tee sat down across from you, smiling softly as he said, "Y/n, it's nothing. I know you'd do the same for me, plus," he gestured over to you, "I had to make sure my nephew was taken care of."

A small smile pulled at your lips. This baby was already so loved by so many. You were extremely thankful that your baby boy was surrounded by so many great people that were excited to be his honorary uncles.

"Well, thank you," you placed your hands on your swollen tummy, "He and I appreciate it very much." Tee smiled, "You're welcome. Now, finish your breakfast. You've got an important appointment in less than hour." You chuckled slightly at Tee's command, not hesitating at all to dig in to the delicious breakfast that he had prepared for you this morning.

After you finished up your breakfast with Tee, you brushed your teeth and came back downstairs, going into the entryway to put your shoes on. As you walked past the kitchen, Tee followed you to the entryway of his home, leaning against a wall and crossing his arms over his chest as he watched you slide your shoes on.

“You sure you don’t want me to go with you?”

You shook your head, smiling softly at him, “I’m sure. I told Joe he could go, so I won’t be alone.” Tee raised his eyebrows at your words. “You sure that’s a good idea, Y/n?”

Not really. You think to yourself.

“I don’t know. I wasn’t going to let him go, but he guilted me into saying yes.” Tee furrowed his brows this time at your words. “He guilted you?”

“Yeah.”

“How did he guilt you?”

You crossed your arms over your chest, “He said it was his baby too and he that he deserves to be there. Plus, he referred to the baby as Peanut,” a small frown etched its way onto your face, “Joe hasn’t called the baby Peanut in months and it made me feel guilty I guess.”

Tee just hummed at your words. He glanced at his phone and pointed at the door.

“You might want to get going.”

You smiled, “Yeah, I will.” You walked up to Tee and got up on your toes, placing a soft kiss to his cheek. It was purely platonic—something you’ve done many times to Tee and Ja’Marr when you say goodbye or before you say something sentimental. You pulled your head away from Tee, a smile on your face as you again thanked him sincerely.

“Thank you for everything you’ve done for me these past couple days, Tee. You’re a great friend, I appreciate it.”

Tee smiled and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a hug. He squeezed you gently as he said, “Of course. Anything for you and the little man.”

You pulled away from Tee, both of you wearing smiles as you looked at each other. You said goodbye and told him you’d be back later, unsure on a time since you didn’t know how long your appointment would be today. You left the house and got into your car, plugging in your phone and turning on your favorite artist as you drove to your OB appointment.

When you pulled into the parking lot of the doctors office, you immediately noticed Joe’s car parked in his usual spot in the parking lot. A small smile pulled at the corners of your mouth as you looked at the car parked in the spot. He called it his spot at your doctors office since he always parked there so you didn’t have to walk a long ways. You parked and took a deep breath as you unbuckled your seatbelt and got out of the car. You walked into the doctors office, smiling at the nurse that sat at the front desk.

“Hi Y/n,” she smiled, “You’re all checked in.”

You smiled and thanked her, slightly confused at how you were already checked in—until you saw Joe, who perked up in his chair at the sound of your name being said. He must've checked you win already. The two of you made eye contact, his blue eyes locking with yours made your breath hitch in the back of your throat. You hadn’t seen Joe in days. As much as you were upset with him, you couldn’t deny that it felt good to see him. You hated to admit it, but you did miss him a lot. Your baby boy did too. Both of you had a hard time sleeping at night without Joe being around. Your unborn son would only calm down at night if Joe talked to your belly. Something about the sound of his daddy’s voice calmed your baby, and it calmed you, too.

Joe smiled softly at you as you sat down in the chair next to him in the waiting room. You returned the smile as an awkward silence fell between the two of you. Neither one of you really knew what to say to the other. Joe soon broke the silence with a simple hello.

“Hi Y/n.” He said softly, “It’s good to see you.”

“Hi.” was all you said as you looked over at him. Joe rubbed his palms on his shorts as his eyes trailed down your body, stopping once they got to your tummy. You watched his chest rise as he took a deep breath. You could tell he wanted to reach out and greet the baby he hasn’t talked to or felt move in days, but he held himself back. Joe’s eyes moved back up to yours, the two of you sharing so many unspoken words just from one look. Joe was about to say something when a nurse came out from the back and called your name.

“Y/n Hubbard?” She called out, eyes looking around the waiting room. A wide grin grew on her face as her kind eyes landed on you. You stood up and returned the smile, following her out of the waiting room. You got to the doorway that lead into the hallway when your footsteps suddenly stopped. You felt a pang of guilt as you turned around and noticed Joe was still sitting in the chair, his shoulders slumping slightly as he watched you walk away from him. You took a breath as you prepared yourself for what you were going to say to him.

“You can come too.” You said softly. His blue eyes lit up as he sat up in his chair. “R-really?” he asked, sounding taken aback by your words. You nodded, a small smile pulling at your lips. “Yeah.” Joe couldn’t help the hopeful smile that appeared on his face as he stood from the chair. His eyes welled up with tears and his chin quivered slightly as he walked up to you. Joe was filled so many overwhelming emotions right now. He didn’t think you’d want him in the room with you, but he was so happy you allowed him to. You could tell he was trying to hold back tears—which he successfully did, but you knew him being in the room with you today was totally unexpected for him.

You and Joe followed the nurse back to the room. Joe couldn’t keep his eyes off of you as the nurse took your vitals. He was so happy you let him come to appointment today despite everything that’s happened, but he was even more happy that you let him be in the room with you.

“Doctor Montgomery will be in shortly.” The nurse said with a curt nod. You smiled and thanked her before she walked out of the room, Joe doing the same.

Once the door latched, you looked over at Joe. Being in the same room as him again and looking into his beautiful blues made you feel so guilty. Guilty for the way you reacted when he got home, and guilty for how you’ve been treating him the last couple of days. You never gave him a chance to explain himself or the photos. It took you a couple days of sulking to realize that you overreacted, and that you were in the wrong in this situation. You should have never accused him of the terrible things you had accused him of. You should have given him the chance to explain himself before you stormed out. You felt terrible, and you knew Joe deserved an apology from you. You just hoped he would accept it. You hurt him a lot more than you thought you did.

“Joe,” you said softly, “I’m sorry.”

Joe shook his head, wetting his lips before he spoke quietly, “Let’s not talk about it right now.” Your heart dropped with disappointment. However, you nodded in agreement at his words. You could talk about it another time. The doctors office isn’t the place and now is definitely not the time to have a serious conversation like the one you needed to have. The two of you sat in silence as you waited for Doctor Montgomery to enter the room. A couple minutes passed before you heard a knock on the door. Doctor Montgomery entered the room, smiling widely as she greeted both you and Joe. She sat down in the chair and put hand sanitizer on her hands, rubbing them together as she spoke.

“How have you been Y/n? Feeling good?”

“I’ve been great,” you smiled, putting a hand on your bump, “baby boy and I are happy and feeling good.”

“Great.” she said with a sweet smile as she reached over to grab her clip board. “Today should be an easy appointment. No ultrasound today, but we will be listening to his heartbeat.”

You and Joe smiled. Hearing your baby boys heartbeat was always wonderful. It was such a comforting feeling, hearing your sons heartbeat. It always left you content knowing that he was safe and healthy in your womb.

Doctor Montgomery had you pull your sundress up so that she could put gel on your belly and find your unborn baby’s heartbeat with the fetal doppler. She put the wand over your lower belly, spreading out the gel as she searched for the baby’s heartbeat. You held your breath as you waited for the sound of the baby’s heartbeat to fill the room. As your OB moved the wand around to the left side of your lower bump, a loud whooshing sound came from the doppler. Wide grins appeared on all of your faces at the sound.

“There he is. Hi baby.” Doctor Montgomery cooed with a smile as she held the fetal doppler against your skin. Joe reached out to grab your hand, which you instantly grabbed and entwined your fingers with his. A smile pulled at his lips from the sound of his sons strong heartbeat and from your actions. Joe was so glad you weren’t pushing him away. He was hopeful that this appointment today would make things between the two of you better, and go back to the what they were before.

Doctor Montgomery took the doppler off of your belly and gave you a towel to wipe the gel off. After you wiped the gel off of your tummy, your OB took measurements of your bump, checking to see if you and your baby boy were growing at the rate you were supposed to.

“Everything looks and sounds perfect, guys. Y/n, you’re measuring a little small, but it’s nothing I am concerned about at all. Baby boy might be a little smaller than the two of you were anticipating.”

Joes face grew concerned at your doctors words. “How small is he measuring?”

“I originally estimated that he’d be around eight pounds when Y/n gives birth. But now I think he’ll be closer to seven.”

You and Joe nodded at her words. It's not much of a difference, but pushing out a seven pound baby sounds much better than pushing out an eight pound baby…

“Like I said,” she assured, “I’m not concerned at all. This is good news for you, Y/n.” You chuckled, pulling your dress back down. “Yes it is. Pushing a seven pound baby out of my girl parts sounds much better.”

Doctor Montgomery and Joe both chuckled at your statement. Your statement was true though. The rest of the appointment finished fairly quickly since there was no ultrasound. Soon after Doctor Montgomery left the room, you and Joe left the doctors office together. Joe walked you to your car, thanking you for letting him come into the room with you today. You sat down in the seat and just looked at Joe. The two of you staring at each other, feeling the tension grow between you as neither of you exchanged a word. Joe sighed deeply as he put his hands in his pockets.

“So, you going back to Tee’s?” He asked, voice quiet. You wet your lips and nodded, “Yeah.” Joe just nodded, his lips forming into a straight line. It broke his heart just a bit to hear that you were still going back to Tee’s after the interactions at your appointment today. While it made him a little disappointed, he was willing to wait. He was willing to wait for you when you were ready to come back home.

“Well,” he said, voice soft as he spoke. His eyes were locked on your belly momentarily before they traveled up to your eyes, “I’ll be waiting for you at home when you’re ready.” With that, Joe walked away from your car and over to his. You watched as he got in the drivers seat and shut the car door. Many thoughts pondered through your mind as you watched Joe drive away from the doctors office.

Seeing Joe today made you feel all sorts of emotions, the biggest being guilt. It made you wonder if you did the right thing by leaving so suddenly, and not even giving him a chance to explain himself. You sat in your car and thought about what to do.

Do you really want to go back to Tee’s?

Do you think you can go back to Joe’s? Should you go back to Joes now?

As you thought about what to do about your living situation for now, it hit you. Even if you were still a little upset, you needed to do the right thing—the right thing for you and your baby boy.

~time skip~

“Hold on, I’m coming!”

The door swung open, making your breath hitch as you made eye contact.

“Hi Joe.” you breathed out. His eyes widened in shock. He was surprised to see you at his door step. His mouth hung open slightly before he spoke. “Y/n, hi.”

You shifted awkwardly, “Can we talk?” Joe paused for a second, still in shock to see you at his doorstep. “Y-yeah,” he said, stepping aside, “Of course.”

You walked into the house, your suitcase trailing behind you. Joe smiled to himself as he turned around and shut the door. You showing back up with your suitcase was a good thing, maybe even a great thing. Joe locked the front door and followed behind you, reaching out for suitcase.

“Here, let me take that.”

You stopped walking and let go of the suitcase, letting Joe take a hold of it and take it upstairs for you. You followed behind him, going off in the opposite direction once you were upstairs. Joe went to put your suitcase in your room while you went into Joe’s room instead. You walked around his room, smiling to yourself as you noticed the pictures Joe had placed on his night stand. There was a picture of you and Joe from gender reveal, the two of you were grinning happily as you looked at the blue confetti surrounding you. The second picture was your favorite, it was an ultrasound photo from the night of Emmas baby shower. You traced your finger over the black and white silhouette of the baby.

“I look at that picture every night.”

You jumped slightly at the sudden sound of Joe’s voice. You pulled your finger away from the photo and turned around, smiling slightly at Joe.

“You do?” you asked, voice soft. Joe nodded, quirking a smile, “Yeah. Always reminds me that he’s OK and healthy.”

You hummed softly and sat down on Joe’s bed, a slight frown on your face as you looked at him. It felt good to be back home and with Joe again. However, you couldn’t help but still feel terrible for how you treated him the last couple of days. Joe crossed his arms and walked up to where you sat on the bed. He let out a sigh as he uncrossed his arms and slowly lowered himself onto the bed next to you. Both of you looked at each other at the same time. It was obvious that the two of you had many thoughts and words that you needed to share.

"Joe," you said softly, your eyes welling with tears, "I am so sorry." Joe nodded, acknowledging your apology. He cleared his throat before speaking wholeheartedly "I'm sorry too."

You shook your head, "You have nothing to be sorry for. I was the one that was overreacting. I accused you of awful things, and I believed stupid rumors I found on Instagram fan pages. I was the one that hurt you, Joe. You have nothing to be sorry for." You said, voice trailing off to a whisper. Joe frowned softly as he reached out to grab your hand, "It's my fault you felt like that for days, Y/n."

"No it's not, I overreacted." You said, voice growing quiet. "I saw those pictures of you and Alexis, and all I could think was that you didn't love me because you could have someone like her instead."

Joe frowned, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion, "What do you mean?" 

"Look at me Joe. I'm huge and I'm too emotional. I don't look like the girl you loved months ago." You said gesturing to your body.

Joe's frown deepened. How could you say things like that about yourself? In Joe's eyes, you were the most beautiful woman in the world. You always have been, and always will be. No one compares to you.

"Sweets, you're not huge. You're pregnant, your body has to grow a bit and make room for our baby. And you're not too emotional." he softly assured you, "all of this you're feeling is normal, Y/n."

You watched as Joe hesitantly brought a hand to the center of your belly. So many emotions were shining through his beautiful blues as he looked into your eyes. Your eyes showing the same emotions as you placed a hand on top of his. A small smile pulled at the corners of Joe's mouth.

"You're beautiful, Y/n. Even more now that you're pregnant with my baby."

You smiled softly at his words, making Joe's smile grow a bit more. He slowly rubbed your bump as he continued to pour his heart out and hopefully fix the situation he put the two of you in days ago. "For as long as I've known you, you've given me everything I could have asked for. I don't want someone 'like Alexis', when I already have someone like you."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you listened to Joe's words. All of the sadness and resentment you felt about him was completely gone now as you looked into those beautiful blues you loved so much.

"Let me make it up to you," Joe whispered, his eyes full of love as he gazed at you. He reached out and placed a hand on your leg, tracing his long fingers up to your bare thigh where the hem of your short dress was. He gently squeezed your thigh as he looked into your eyes, "Let me prove to you how I really feel about you, Y/n."

The mood in the room changed dramatically as the two of you could feel the emotional tension release and the sexual tension grow between you both. Your heart swelled as that familiar warmth pooled in your belly. You hadn't felt like this in months. The last time you felt this way with Joe was the night your baby boy was conceived... Speaking of your baby boy, as much as your body desperately wanted to be touched by Joe, you couldn't help but worry about what it may do to your unborn baby. Would it hurt him? Would it hurt you? Will it make you go into pre-term labor? What about bleeding? You cant go through that again.

"What about the baby?" you asked softly, voice growing worried, "I don't want to hurt him." Joe shook his head as he moved his hand off of your thigh and back to your bump. "He'll be fine mamas. I'll be gentle, promise." A sly smile pulled at his lips as he said those words. You just nodded softly, your nod giving Joe permission to show you how he really felt about you.

As you have a nod, Joe leaned forward, hovering his lips just over yours before he slowly brought his head down and crashed his plump lips to yours. The two of you immediately moving your mouths in sync as if it was second nature to both you and him. You haven't shared a moment like this in months. Your bodies were aching, dripping with desperation for the others touch. Joe pulled away from you and brushed the pad of his thumb across your cheek, gently wiping away the tear that rolled down your cheek.

"I love you Y/n." he whispered wholeheartedly. Your heart swelled with an overwhelming feeling of love as Joe gently pushed you against the mattress of his bed. He hovered over you once again as he brought a hand down to your shoulder. He rubbed his hand down the soft skin of your arm before bringing it back up to where the sleeve of your dress was. Joe pulled the sleeve down your arm just enough to expose your bare shoulder. He eyed you as he brought his lips down to your shoulder, sucking at the exposed skin. Your breath hitched as Joe moved from your shoulder to your chest and your neck, making sure to leave love bites as he moved to each location. Joe's hands toyed with the neckline of your dress as he pulled away from you. His lustrous eyes showed an intense gaze as he looked down at you. His body language begging for you to let him take the little sundress off of your body.

"Take it off, please." You breathed out, your quiet voice desperate as you spoke. Joe eyed you as he gently pulled the blue sundress down your body. His blue eyes trailed down your body as he took in your changing features since the last time he's seen you in such an intimate setting.

Your previous flat tummy was now round with a twenty week baby bump, a bump that he put there. A bump that he loved so much. Your breasts had swelled a couple sizes bigger since the last time he's seen them, too. They fit your body perfectly, even more than they did before. Joe felt a sense of pride as he took in your new features. Your body, the body of the woman he loved, was preparing for the baby boy—his baby boy growing in your belly. It was a sight that made Joe's excitement grow more and more.

"You are so beautiful," Joe purred as he hesitantly took his eyes off of your growing belly. You blushed deeply as Joe smirked and pushed your body down onto the bed, careful not to be too harsh with his movements. He didn't want to hurt you or his baby. He's done that enough the past few days.

Your breath hitched as Joe placed his hands on both sides of your baby bump as he started to generously suck and kiss at the buds on your swollen breasts. You whimpered involuntarily at the feeling of his tongue moving against the sensitive area. Joe pulled his mouth away from your breast with a pop. His face growing with concern as he brought all of his attention onto you, making sure you were OK. "Did I hurt you?"

You hastily shook your head no. "Feels good," you said, "Really good."

Joe smirked slightly and went back to loving on your breasts. He made sure to swirl his tongue over your darkening nipples before he took each one in his mouth, sucking on the bud generously before releasing his mouth with a gentle pop. After loving on your breasts, Joe left a trail of kisses from the center of your chest and down your swollen tummy. As he left a gentle kiss just above your belly button, the baby kicked at the contact of the Joe's lips. A wide grin pulled at his lips as he chuckled softly.

"Hey little man," Joe whispered into your skin before leaving another gentle kiss to the same spot he did before, “I’ve missed you so much.” You couldn't help but smile as you watched Joe communicate with his son while he showed you how much you meant to him. All of the anger and sadness you felt toward Joe was completely gone, and taken over by nothing but love and pure happiness.

Joe brought his head up to yours, gently smashing his lips onto yours. The two of you kissed passionately as your hands found their way up to Joe's slightly grown out, dark blonde waves. You tugged gently at his hair as your mouths moved in sync. Joe groaned against your lips at the feeling of your soft hands pulling his hair. You brought a hand away from Joe's hair, letting it slowly trail down his broad, muscular back before you hooked your finger under the hem of Joe's Bengals t-shirt. You tugged at the material of the shirt as Joe pulled away from you, gently tugging your bottom lip with his teeth as he detached his lips from yours. He smirked down at your figure laying underneath him as he took his shirt off in one swift motion, doing the same with his shorts. Both you and Joe were left in nothing but your undergarments, which those too, were removed shortly after Joe took his articles of clothing off.

Joe gazed down at your bare body, making sure to keep his gaze longer on all of his favorite parts of your body.

Your eyes...your lips...your breasts...your baby bump... your legs.

Joes intense gaze made you shy away, your hands immediately covering your swollen breasts while you clenched your legs together to hide your most intimate area. Joe gently pulled your arms away from your breasts, shaking his head at you.

"Don't shy away from me Y/n," he leaned down to kiss your breasts before he kissed your lips, "you're beautiful." You smiled and brought your hands up to his back, your nails slowly digging into his tan skin as he moved his head down to your dripping core. He maintained eye contact with you as he licked a stripe up your folds, teasing you, making you moan in pleasure and beg for more.

"Mph, Joe..." you whimpered out, "please.”

Joe chuckled as he moved his face away from your bottom half. He moved back up so he was face to face with you. He looked at you with a look of love as he spoke softly.

"If you want me to stop, just tell me OK?" You just nodded. Enough of the talking, you needed him badly.

Joe placed a kiss on your nose, making you smile sweetly up at him. His hand brushed over your belly as he positioned himself against you, lining up his erection with your entrance. He maintained eye contact with you as he pushed himself into your wet folds, the sounds of your small whimpers and moans filling the bedroom from the intimate skin on skin contact. Neither you nor Joe have been touched like this in months.

As Joe thrusted into your hips, your nails scratched down his bare back, leaving just the slightest hint of red scratch marks on his light skin. Your breathing quickens as his thrusts grew deeper. You were a whimpering mess underneath Joe. He couldn't help the smile that tugged at his lips as his ears filled with the sounds of pleasure you were making. Joe loved the sounds you made...

Joe's thrusts continued as both of you had beads of sweat dripping down your face and your body. The sounds and smell of sex was quickly filling the room. As Joe made love to you, he kept his blue eyes glued on yours, constantly praising you. He praised you for how well you were taking him.

"You're taking me so well, sweets." You moaned as your hands tugged at his unruly waves with each thrust Joe took. "That's it..." He grunted out.

Joe reminded you how much he loved you, and how much he loved your body—especially your bump. Joe was making you feel like the only girl in the world.

Joes thrusts grew deeper to the point where he was hitting your cervix, each thrust making you whisper in pleasure and beg for more. You could feel a familiar warmth pool in your belly as your chest rose and fell with each shaky breath you took.

"Joe," you moaned out, "I'm so close." Joe nodded, letting out a light moan as he spoke, "That's it," he thrusted again, placing a hand on your tummy, "cum for me, mamas."

Joe maintained eye contact as he slowly reached out to grab your hand with his, the two of you lacing your fingers together as you rode out your high and came down on his manhood. You squeezed each others hands as your face contorted into a look of pleasure as you came. Your moans soft as you were in a complete state of bliss from being fucked by Joe. Soon after you came, Joe did too as your bodies moved in sync. The two of you together in this intimacy just came naturally. You knew Joe's body and he knew yours just as well. The two of you sharing moments like this was like it was meant to be.

Joe buried his face into your neck and grunted as he came inside of you. His cum mixing with your own, dripping out of your folds and onto the bedsheets beneath you. The two of you stayed entwined together, your hands interlocked and foreheads touching as you both caught your breath and recovered from your intense orgasms.

“I love you Joe.” You said as your chest was still heaving with each breath you took. “I love you too.” He said, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. Joe pulled himself away from you, getting out of bed and sloping his underwear on. He walked into his bathroom and grabbed a washcloth, bringing it out and cleaning you up between your legs—which you were extremely grateful for. After cleaning you off, he leaned down to gently kiss your belly, your baby boy kicking in return. The action made both of you and Joe chuckle happily. Joe tossed you your panties and crawled back into bed next to you. He wrapped his muscular arms around your body, placing his hands on your swollen tummy. Oh how he missed this…

“I’m glad you’re back home, Y/n. I missed you and baby boy so much.”

You smiled, “I know. We missed you too.” You turned around in Joe’s embrace, taking in all of his features. His blue eyes, his button nose, his pink lips. You loved all of Joe’s features just as much as he loved yours.

“Can I stay here with you tonight?” You asked, voice hopeful as you asked your question, “I missed you Joe.”

Joe kissed your forehead making your heart swell, “Of course, you don’t have to ask.” He spoke softly.

You smiled and turned back around, snuggling yourself further into Joe’s warm and comforting body. The two of you hummed contently, happy to be in each others arms after being away from each other for so long.

You still had to discuss things with Joe, but you knew that could wait for the morning after. For now, you were going to enjoy the moment of being back in your home with your favorite person laying next to you while the two of you—from the outside of course, embraced the baby growing in your belly.

hey loves!!

so y/n and joe have made up (in multiple ways😉) and the angst fest is over!! yay!

well, its over for now…

we’ve still got over a little less than 30 chapters left, and they can’t all be fluff can they? we’ve got a lot to get through babes. i hope you’re all up for everything i’ve got in store for ya!😉

i apologize if the smut was cringe, i’m not the best smut writer in the world lol. but we needed some more in the story and i thought this would be the PERFECT chapter for it because who doesn’t love some lil makeup sex in a story?!

anyways, i hope you all enjoyed this chapter!! i’ll have more coming soon. thank you for your continued love and support with me and this series!! i love and appreciate every single one of you☺️🤍 also, thank you for being patient with me with this update today. i had things come up throughout the day where it made it difficult for me to write, so that’s why this update is super late today. i promise the next one will be earlier!

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Okay so what are your favourite lilypad hc's? 🤩

Oooh Lilypad hc's?? Don't mind if I do! 🤩

As previously stated, Sirius is very soft for Lily. To the point that makes everyone go "who is this guy and what have you done to Sirius Black". They will tease each other, have their arguments at times, but he never snipes with malice at her or show her this bored/haughty side others see.

Lily is very much the same right back. I think they have this mutual understanding that the other hasn't got much love in their lives and they've put up shields to protect themselves; so they try to be a safe place for each other. They know the other appreciates and understands them and they find comfort in each other.

They are very handsy and physical. You will always find Lily sitting on his lap or Sirius holding her close. Not kissing and snogging in front of others, however. That's something that's only their own.

And god damn it they need their alone time. Every day. They look like such a balanced and cool couple to outsiders, with how they're not jealous and have their separate friends etc., but if they don't have some alone time every day (night, preferably) they will burst.

They do a lot of Muggle activities together. Go bowling, play poker, go to Muggle concerts. Sirius loves discovering new activities and Lily takes pleasure in showing/teaching him.

Unlike James, for whom gift-giving is a love language, Sirius and Lily are not very much into presents. They will give each other a gift on some special occasion, and it will be very thoughtfully chosen, but they're just as likely to leave a birthday go without a present if they haven't thought of anything good. Sirius has given Lily a couple of pieces of jewellery that she always wears and that's it for giving her any more wearable stuff. No clothing items, no lingerie, nothing like that. But he buys her these nice dress robes she needed to go to that wedding/event thing, because they went shopping together and why the hell not.

Books. Books books books. They are book nerds, both of them. Not literature, though - spellbooks, potions guides, science books, encyclopedias. They read them for fun and nerd out exchanging fun facts.

They're not the outdoorsy types the way James is - they're more activity oriented, like "let's go on a motorcycle ride" or "let's go stargazing" (they love stargazing together, and it's a very special activity for them). They won't just go out for a walk or a picnic.

They're also not foodies. Idk they just aren't. They both love tea, though.

They don't meet each other's family. Like, even in a universe where they stay together all their lives and there's no war and whatever, Lily drifts away from her family and Sirius is her person. I guess she invites them to the wedding, if there is one, but she doesn't care for family dinners and keeping in touch etc.. Being with him in all its effortlessness makes her realize there are some fucked up dynamics in her family that she doesn't need to put up with, and she definitely doesn't want to put him under their scrutiny.

Because yeah their being together is effortless. If it weren't, they wouldn't be together. Sirius would never make an effort to win a girl or change for anyone. He's a take it or leave it sort of person, and they just happen to fit so well they get and stay together.

And this is why if/when Lily falls in love with James, Sirius is like "okay then" and lets her be. What do you want him to do, beg? Put on a show to win her back? She's her own person with her own feelings. And James is a pretty great guy, actually, so good for her, really.

But there is no world in which they stop being physical. They may or may not stop having sex, but Lily would never get into a relationship with anyone who expects her to just stop sitting on his lap or snuggle close to him on the sofa. Their relationship, however long it lasts, is very deep, the kind of thing that leaves feelings that never go away, and their physical intimacy stems straight from that.

Thanks for this ask, I had a blast writing this :D