#good thing I have my tea I guess but goddamn

[llycaons]

well I was able to sleep last night but we're looking at a 16-18 hrs day so :/

[slashingdisneypasta]

Kung Fu Panda Villains x Reader || Drabbles

Plot / Includes: The common theme is tea XD

General Kai x Immortal!Reader: After coming back to the living plain as a spirit warrior, Kai’s first stop is to find you, an immortal ex-lover. Will you be happy to see him, though??

Lord Shen x ChildhoodFriend!Reader: You make Shen some tea because he’s always so uptight, and you crave a nice moment with him ^^

Tai Lung x Reader: The first thing Tai Lung does after escaping prison is visit you, his girlfriend/boyfriend/romantic partner from before he was imprisoned- and you’ve been waiting for him ^^

Annnnd, this is my first attempt at writing any of these guys, so I’m sorry if they aren’t quite right!

Warnings: I guess Tai gets a little frisky with you? But not really XD He’s just happy to see you!! XD

General Kai:

… A spirit warrior. This man leaves you for war, starts stealing peoples chi, doesn’t come back for 5 hundred years- and when he finally does come back, he is something called a spirit warrior??

You are deeply unamused. And he knows it- how could he not? You are standing in your doorway looking up at him with a scowl on your lips. He better be intimidated.

“So… “Your voice is as cold as ice, eyes narrowing in distaste as he rubs the back of neck in nervousness at your reaction to him after all these years. Not because he is nervous, but because he has the good sense to look it. “how did it go??”

“Wh- uh… the war??”

“Yes.”

“Well, I um… Oogway banished me to the spirit realm… “

“I heard… “

“Oh, you know. So- uh- you know, that’s why I haven’t been around… not that I didn’t wanna see you, or forgot you or, or anything… “

“Uhuh… “

“Look, can I come in?” He suddenly snaps, dropping his large arms to his sides and moving in closer to you, letting go of the façade of nervousness. “I got other places to be.”

“Oh! You have other places to be??” Immediately Kai realises he has said the wrong thing, when you light up like this. “Great! Go there!”

Then you slam the door in his face. You think he was so close that it knocked his nose- you hope that it knocked his nose. You stay by the door just long enough to hear him grunt on the other side, before sweeping off further into your house to start forgetting he came at all. You spent over 500 years missing him, he can’t just come back one day and treat you like a stop along the way.

Also- what he did, what he is no doubt still trying to do, is unforgiveable. And you refuse to be party to it. No way.

When your door literally flies off the hinges behind you, slamming into the ground with a huge, loud THUD, you whip around with wide eyes and take in a deep breath- ready to yell at this bastard for knocking down your goddamn door-

But he strolls on in, breaking your door further when he steps on it, and holds a hoof up to your face- silencing you. “Y/N… Come on, lets just talk about this.” As you stay completely silent then, Kai takes the opportunity to soften a little bit, using those bovine eyes on you in that way he knows used to make you melt once upon a time. “I missed you.”

… damnit, it still has an effect on you. Not quite the same effect, you’re still holding together - you’re still pissed, - , but that little part of you that was there since you saw him today that desperately wants to accept him back- get a little bit louder.

Now, you can’t do that, you can’t just forgive him, but you can hear him out. On your terms, but… you can be okay with him being in your house… at least. You guess. So, straightening up, you brush his hoof out of your way with the back of your hand, relishing inwardly in the way his face drops at the motion, and head towards the kitchen.

“… fine. Fix that door and if you manage to do that before I finish the tea, you can have some. Deal?”

“I’m on it.”

Lord Shen:

“Shen? I made tea, and thought you might want a cup before you leave?”

“Tea?... I don’t need your tea- “

“Agree to disagree. Sit down.”

This made Lord Shen look at you as if you grew 3 heads and shat on the rug for a good long moment, but you don’t remove your gaze from his even though he’s scary, and after a few moments, he narrows his eyes at you and sits down on the other side of the mat. Success-

“Just a sip.” He tells you, in that hushed voice of his that can be goddamn terrifying depending on what you’ve done, as he picks up a cup in is wing. “I’ve never had tea from you, before… Wonder if it’ll be palatable.” He thinks out loud, half to himself and half to bother you, peering into the cup.

Oh, now- Rolling your eyes, you raise a cup to your own lips, feeling the warmth in your hands, and nod to him. Go on. “Well only one way to find out.” You’ve known Shen for a long time now, you grew up together, so his meanness doesn’t do quite the same thing to you as it does to others. Also, you’ve always been rather resilient, and a little naïve. No matter how hard someone may try to convince you, you cant truly believe that Shen is evil. Evil doesn’t really exist, and if it does then surely it has worse things to do then live inside Shen.

You feel like people calling him evil is just an easy way for them to compartmentalize, and you would rather know him. Which you do. That’s how you kept up eye contact with this insane bird-

“Right… “

As you take a sip yourself, and feel the warm liquid slide down your throat and fill your insides with lovely heat, you wait patiently for Shen to do the same. It takes him a moment, scowling at you as you drink your tea, before he lets out a dramatic sigh and tries it himself. “Alright, alright.” You watch his pretty face change, no longer does it look like he smelt something awful- it actually looks… surprised. Vaguely pleasantly surprised, as a matter of fact, as he looks back into the cup. “… hm.”

“Hmm?~ “

“Its… well, I’m not dead.”

“Did you really think it would kill you, Shen? That I would try to kill you?” You deadpan, but raise your brows expectantly when he raises his eyes to you.

… He pauses. “… well- “

“Shen!”

“You’re right, you wouldn’t have what it takes, would you? No… “ Smirking, Shen takes another sip of his tea. “Thank you, though. This tea is remarkably edible.”

… sighing, you roll your eyes look away as you take another sip yourself. “Thanks. You’re welcome.”

Shen steals your attention again, though, as he drains the last of his tea and holds out the cup to you, an oddly adorable - yet still crazy, - expression on his face. Soft, and almost pleading. “… Can I have some more, then?” His voice, of course, is still terrifying.

A slow grin spreads across your face. “… I thought you were on your way out?”

“Oh shut up, and pour me some tea.”

Tai Lung:

“Y/N!” A familiar voice yells, banging at your front door.

“Tai??” You ask, wide eyed and shocked as you pull the door open and see him standing there.

“Y/N.” He says again, unbelievable and desperate relief in his tone as he pulls you against his chest in the warmest hug you’ve ever experienced- well, since you last saw him. 20 years ago. He breathes in at your head, taking as much of your scent as he can. As he breathes out, he releases a growl, but it is not an unhappy one- its full of comfort. When he speaks, his voice pitters into a bit of whine, at the end. “It’s been too long… “

You just squeeze him closer to you, burying your face in his shoulder and closing your eyes. Its unbelievable to you that he’s here, with you again. How did he get out?? You don’t even care. You don’t even care if he should be out, or what he’s going to do now that he is, you just want to stay here tucked away in him, listening to his heartbeat and holding on to it.

After a few minutes, though, you begin to get nervous someone will see him and call someone- and he would be taken away again- so, sniffing, you pull back gently, and flash him a warm smile; nodding inside. “Do you- do you want some tea??”

Still holding onto your hands/the ends of your wings/paws/etc, his paws being so much larger than what you have, he keeps you close to his body and warmly grins. “I don’t want to let you go, little one.”

“You don’t have to.”

“Alright then.”

You lead him inside and he closes the door behind you both, and while you’re pouring the water into the kettle he wraps his arms around your body from behind and sets his head on top of yours, curling his tail around one of your legs as well. He purrs.

After you set the kettle over the fire Tai Lung sits himself down on one of your kitchen chairs - again, not letting go of your hand/wing/paw/etc at all for even a moment, - before urging you onto his lap where he wraps himself back around you again. “I’ve missed you… “He growls into your hair. “So much, little one… I thought about you, in there, you know… all about you… “

“Oh, I’m assuming you thought about other things, too… “You reply, rolling your eyes, though still very much happy he’s here. Other things, like the scroll… dragon warrior… Shifu… escape…

Chuckling against you, and brushing his tail against you, Tai nods. “Yes, but when I was thinking of you… “ He suddenly squeezes your waist in his paws, making you yelp. “You were the only thing, on my mind… “

“Hmm,” You just him, leaning your head on his chest.

After a few more moments of blessed enjoyment of each other’s company, each other’s touch and warmth, Tai speaks up again. This time, there is a hint of nervousness in his voice that causes you to lift off of his chest in order to watch his face; Concerned. “Were you… uh, I mean, have you… “ Sighing, he looks away for a moment and gathers himself. Then looks back, serious. “Is there anyone else?... “

The look on his face is saying that he wouldn’t blame you, if their were. You were without him for a long, long time. And he would prefer you be happy, with someone else… then depressed, and alone. It would hurt him… but he loves you.

It tells you that you made the right decision in waiting all this time.

With a small, sad smile, you shake your head at him. “I promised you- I would wait. I’m yours, Ta- Ah!“ He kisses you then like he cant help it, growling into your mouth.

When he pulls back, his paw on your jaw, theirs a pleased grin on his face- but unbelievably fond look in his yellow eyes. “… I’m yours too, Y/N.”

[ivysprophecy]

slim pickins

warnings; bad date? mentions of sex, cursing underage drinking and yes i meant for it to be written poorly i was trying to keep the humor of the album in the writing

masterlist | p. 2

no pressure tags; @murdockcastleslut @kimoralov3 @arkofblake

word count; 1911

summary; youre tired of not finding a decent guy who will treat you right and lay you right. at least not one you've known since you were kids. however you just cant help yourself. besides its slim pickins out here you take what you can get.

divider by @bernardsbendystraws

i wanna make one thing clear, when i say there are no good guys left i do not wanna hear about you and your boyfriend of three years that can cook and loves your mom.

thats exactly what im talking about maddie!!! i dont give two fucks that he took you to barnes and noble and bought you every book you wanted.

they are all taken. its plain and simple.

which is why even with a full roster, im stuck taking fucking zander, yes with a z, to my friends' kegger.

i mean yea hes cute. hes tall, built but not that gross kind of muscly. but if were being real i shouldve known better when he was joking about being a male stripper when hes a ginger.

and i can tell kie is judging me, rightfully so. her side eye is lethal. when i introduced him to everyone she asked him about his greta van fleet tee and he said he didn't even know it was a band.

needless to say pope had to drag her away.

after that incident i decided it was best if we tried to talk away from the rest of the group. boy was i wrong.

"so what do you like to drink? ill go grab us something," i offer trying to start the conversation, also avoiding the usual problem with taking a drink from men.

"im good with whatever"

i like to think im not a violent person, but im about to be.

"does a beer sound okay?" i ask him grabbing a twisted tea for me from the cooler.

"sure thing." god why is he acting like such a bitch? i should ask him if he's on his period.

i hand him the can, our fingers brush and its my final clue for the night that i am definitely not going home with him. no spark at all. hes done just about everything else to piss me off.

he did the thing where he licks his lips exaggeratingly looking me up and down, making a point to make sure i saw.

he walks so slow for being 6'3.

and finally he tried to mansplain my career to me. i'd had just enough when he opens his mouth again

"ew, you like twisted tea? who likes sweet tea?" his face contorted in disgust, it was about to contort from my fist breaking his goddamn nose if he keeps talking to me like this.

"we literally live in the south dude." my face could not make it any clearer i am so done with this guy.

"still, sweet tea is disgusting. im not kissing anyone that drinks that nasty shit."

"who said i wanted to kiss your nasty fucking mou-" i was interrupted by the sound of a very familiar giggle behind me as his arm wrapped around my shoulder, the smell of his deodorant and sea salt that cover his skin start to put you at ease.

jj was always there when you needed him, sometimes even when you didnt but right now you couldn't be more grateful. "im glad you found those mama i got em just for you. remembered theyre your favorite. right?"

and you wanna know the best part? zander is shaking already pissed off that jj is at my side. territorial i guess.

"you mind?" he asks him nodding his head at me like im not even there.

jj cant help but laugh at him "yea bud i do mind. she's hanging out with me tonight. have fun with your ipa dick." and with that he steers us off to where the rest of the pogues are.

but not before i can look over my shoulder and give the ginger an innocent smile and a shrug as if i had no control over the situation, when really id pick jj over anyone else.

"you owe me a big fat kiss mama," jj whispers in my ear walking us over to where our friends are standing, drinks in their hands laughing and chatting up a storm.

"in your dreams honey."

"every night all night," he quips back before i shove him off me.

now before you give me shit, jj and i have had our fair share of fun, but unfortunately im starting to look for something more serious.

watching john b and sarah be disgusting together is getting to my head. popes got something going on with cleo and im starting to recognize the pattern. and before i know it everyone will be in love if i don't start making an effort in that department.

random casual hook ups aren't doing it anymore, especially considering they aren't even that good.

unless theyre with jj.

but hes not an option, theres too much drama. too much history. too much too much too much. im not what he needs and i know for a fact he doesn't want me in that sense.

is that a bit dramatic? probably.

i mean hes a great lay, he's hilarious, he's got that blue collar kind of muscle, and he genuinely cares about me.

so of course im not going to date him, why would i?

what do you mean make good decisions? id rather do things in the most difficult way possible!

"y/n youve gotta stop giving those guys a chance, im starting to feel bad for you."

"you try finding a decent guy in a ten mile radius." i glare at him, obviously not wanting to joke about this right now.

he sticks his hand out in front of me, "fine i will. let me see your phone."

curious to see what he will do i hand it too him unlocked, he swipes and taps for a few moments, smiling down at the phone before handing it back to you.

when you look back down at the screen all you see is your instagram open with his stupid fucking smiley face on the screen.

he took a picture of himself and posted to my story. written on the screen in bubble letters in my favorite colored heart 'my favorite guy <3'

"i think he's your best bet." that same smile facing back at me now, cockier than ever. so smug i wanna kiss it off his face

i cant help but roll my eyes. "jj im serious! at this rate im going to die alone. every decent guy is taken or unavailable. all i want is someone funny, kind, and attractive is that too much to ask for?"

"im right in front of you mama you dont gotta look far."

"jj we both know we're not the serious kind of relationship im talking about."

"you can think what you want too but ill be here waiting for that kiss you owe me."

"i think all that tequila youve been sipping has gone to your head maybank."

he stands in front of me, taking his signature red cap off his head and putting it on mine smiling down at me, "what do they say in those books you read? you wear the hat you ride the cowboy?"

"this no ten gallon hat and you are no cowboy."

we laugh at each other, its always been easier to do that then actually talk about our feelings. so i put his hat back on his head, backwards the way he i likes it.

"cmon y/n/n, have a few more drinks, relax and hang out and ill make you feel all better later yea? its what im best at, you know."

"its gonna take more than a few more teas to convince me jj"

"what about that thing you like that i do with my tongue, huh mama? doesnt that sound pretty good right now? i think it does."

"i give you one fucking compliment and it goes straight to your head."

"technically its about my head so that makes perfect sense," he hands me another can with that stupid signature smirk of his and his stupid sexy hat backwards. i hate to admit it's working on me.

just like it does every other time.

i squint my eyes at him taking the can, rolling the idea around in my head. "fuck it. its not like anyone else is offering," i take a big sip of my drink.

jj pumps his fist in the air like a victorious idiot giving a few woots and hollars before picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder despite my wishes.

"jb!!" he shouts turning around to face him, "we're headed out!"

john b looks at the two of us shaking his head at how im kicking my feet to wiggle out of jjs oddly strong grip. "make sure you change the sheets when youre done!"

oh my god he did not just say that. "fuck both of you!"

jj just laughs carrying you back to the chateau like a kid who's excited to use a brand new birthday present.

"what happened to letting me have a few more drinks before we left??"

"youre just too irresistable mama, gotta have you now,' he gives my ass a light slap for good measure causing me to roll my eyes for the 600th time tonight.

"are you gonna put me down now?"

he pretends to look like hes thinking about it, "i guess. only so i can watch you walk away," he does as he says helping me get my feet on the ground.

"youre a pervert."

"no im flirtatious, and you love it, you know it makes you blush i see it. now go on and give me a lil walk yea?"

oh im gonna kill him...

oh wait! im gonna kill him!

"okay... fine. but no touching until we get home," i smile walking away exactly like he asked, but i know behind me he is a puddle of mud. standing still, about to start begging me to let him.

he finally catches up after a few seconds "mama please- cmon thats not fair. you look too good in those shorts you know i cant wait that long. just wanna feel you."

i cant help but giggle at his words, its honestly adorable how mopey he gets. like i just kicked his puppy or something.

"hands of jj i mean it... not until that door shuts behind us."

it didn't really matter that i can see the chateau or that ill be there in literally a minute.

its actually painful for jj to not be able to touch me as he pleases.

i turn around to face him with a cheeky smile. "you want me maybank?"

and of course he nods so hard it looks like his head is going to fall right off.

"come and get me," running towards the house, i can see the moment when his reflexes kick in, his boots thudding against the ground as he gains on me.

just before i can make it to the poarch jj wraps his arms around me, lifting me a few inches off the ground and spinning me around in a fit of laughter.

"okay! okay okay okay you win- you got me."

"oh ive got you mama, and im havin you for the rest of the fucking night," he presses a kiss to my neck hauling me inside, the screen door slamming shut after us.

am i gonna regret this tomorrow? most likely.

but what can i say? its slim pickins in this part of town.

[munson-blurbs]

hi!!! i want to send in a request for the meet-cute blurbs!

i would like to be paired with steve! im very outgoing, i love to laugh, and i try to be nice to everyone. some interest/fun facts, i work at ulta beauty as a sales girl (so i love makeup and meeting people) and i love to read (especially autobiographies and spiritual self help books). lastly, my pronouns are she/her and i guess one more thing about me is i always have my hair and makeup done!!

thank you!!! 💕💕💕

You meet Steve while he's struggling to find foundation for Robin!

CW: endearingly awkward Steve, Reader is a bit flirty WC: 606 Divider credit to @hellfire--cult

Working in retail required you to find joy in the simple things. Helping someone find a lipstick shade that made them feel confident and beautiful. A day without any customers complaining about the products you had in stock (as though you were in charge of placing orders). When your boss was in a good mood and treated the employees to coffee from the food court.

Today’s little slice of entertainment was watching a guy stumble through the aisles in search of foundation, nearly knocking over a display of lipgloss in the process.    

“Fuckin’...shit…” he mumbled, brushing the sleeves of his denim jacket as though he could shed his embarrassment. “Fuckin’ Robin…always her goddamn errand boy.”

You stood there, lips tucked into your mouth to stifle your laughter, as he held up two bottles with similar shades. He examined them thoroughly, bringing them up to his eyes and squinting. “What the hell’s the difference…nah, they have to be the same.” He placed one back on the shelf and picked up another, his chest rising and falling as he took a deep breath to summon his patience. “Wait, hold on, is this another one?”

Okay. Time to put this man out of his misery.

“Can I help you with something?”

Your voice startled him from his thoughts. One bottle slipped from his grip, and he caught it mid-air before it could shatter all over the tile floor. His cheeks now splotched pink, he let out an embarrassed laugh.

“Stealthy. Like a ninja.” 

You nodded, your own smile actually genuine rather than the one you plastered on for ‘quality customer service.’ Gesturing to the bottles, you asked, “Do you need help choosing a shade?” 

“Wha–oh, yeah. But they’re not for me. I don’t wear makeup. Except for this one time when I was a kid and my cousin put some on me and made me pretend to be a princess at a tea party.” He cleared his throat and shook his head, a lock of light-brown hair grazing along his forehead. “My friend–who is a girl, but not a girlfriend, like we’re platonic with a capital P–she has a date tonight and asked me to get this for her. But I clearly have no idea what I’m doing.”

You inched closer, enough to smell the musky cologne he sported. “Did she tell you what shade to get?”

“Yeah, it was, uh, the Clinic brand?” He wrinkled his nose. “And she wrote down the number…”

He fished into his pocket and pulled out a crumpled slip of paper, and you saw Clinique 02 hastily scrawled on it.

“We keep the Clinique products over here.” You motioned him towards the next shelf and plucked the correct shade from its spot. “I believe this is what you want.”

“You’re a lifesaver,” he said with an exhale as he took the bottle from your hand. His fingertips brushed yours, and this time, you almost dropped the merchandise. 

You shrugged, acting like that electric spark didn’t pass between you. “Just doing my job.”

“Right. Yeah.” He scratched at the back of his neck. “Well, could I still buy you an ice cream from Scoops Ahoy as a thank you?”

“I can’t turn down free ice cream from a cute guy,” you said. “My shift ends at seven, if you wanna swing by then?”

His face turned an even deeper red. “I can do seven.” He started towards the register, then made an about-face. “I’m Steve, by the way. Steve Harrington.”

You let your gaze linger on the moles on his neck for a moment before you responded.

“Nice to meet you, Steve Harrington.” 

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[e-adlirez]

You got any more hot takes for us?? :3c

It took me a loooonnnggg while to come up with any that I considered hot takes, but I'll try my best haha

(I may have said these before, but I forgor so)

Hot take: Pam is not supposed to be the group comedic relief; Nicky is. Now that Pam has taken that role in the group in the later books, Nicky is basically a non-character and it makes me sad :(

Cold take: Nicky deserves to have her cowboy hat back. It's where 60% of her power is in, we need our crazy Aussie gremlin to gremlin another day please

Hot take: Violet liking tea isn't a bad stereotype thing, especially with how they adapted it into later books and her non-English lore. It's not that she's Chinese and therefore she likes tea, she's a goddamn tea connoisseur who just so happens to be Chinese. (Yes the earlier books didn't handle it as gracefully but cut them some slack, it was the 2000s, after all)

Lukewarm/warm take: Colette has had more fashion fails than Violet, ironically.

Hot take: Paulina is the most generic/bland of the five. I'm sorry, but it's true. She is the blandest of the five, her alleged mom friend role doesn't get explored nearly enough, she's mostly in the background, and being an IT kid is not a personality trait. The only personality traits I can think of is that she is chronically online (in the workaholic kind of way, not the "has been scrolling on Twitter for 9 hours" way), and she and Nicky put their everything into what they're doing enough that sometimes they butt heads over it.

Hot take: Nicky is not stupid. She is a dumbass, but she's not stupid. She has that ADHD flavor of hyperfixating on something so hard that when she plans a trip, she plans out a whole-ass itinerary complete with little factoids about the places and where they're staying. She plans so thoroughly that even Violet doesn't have to add anything to her plans because they are just that rock solid. She hyperfixates so hard that when disruptions ruin her plans, she goes into ":[" mode-- god she's just like me fr

Hot take: We need more passive-aggressive Violet in the books. We just need it. It's funny. In fact, we need the girls all in all to be a little meaner, a little more shamelessly blunt, a little more unafraid of roasting the crap out of some people.

Hot take: The old profiles of the girls are crap. Like, actually crap. Sure they're thematic with the journalism profile thing and they're good at giving a general overview of their name, nationality, strengths and weaknesses passports/social security numbers, it is absolutely NOT a reliable method of getting a gist of what their personalities are like. Unfortunately as far as I'm aware, there's no real way of getting a good look at them and what they're like in a nutshell (besides maybe the occasional good fic and I guess I'll toss in the GS 101 slide here too), but even then it's like eeehhhhh, I feel like there's so much of them that can't be put into words but is also showcased really well in the Italian TS books mrrrrrr -m-

Hot take: Vissia/Vanilla/Vic de Vissen > Rebecca/Ruby/Ryder Flashyfur

These are the ones I have that can remember so far ^^

[autumn-foxfire]

Bunny Girl restaurant episode! Where Shinichi is a normal straight boy and Ran is a normal straight girl.

But first it starts with Akai and Amuro flirting with one another as a preview for what's to come.

I'm still annoyed that Ran goes around to clean Shinichi's house as I know she only does to show how good of a housewife she'll be for him <.<

She's so flustered T-T Ran, is it turning you on?

LOOK AT HER. SHE'S RED.

And totally straight Kudo Shinichi cares more about the food then the pretty girls dressed in bunny outfits.

I KNOW WHAT YOU TWO ARE.

HE SHOULDN'T JUST BE ACCUSED, HE SHOULD BE CHARGED.

Kogoro, there is a DIFFERENCE. He is touching her with her consent but you fucking groped her. The fact he doesn't know the difference is just concerning. No wonder Eri left him.

Look at him, just enjoying his juice. He does not care for anything else. Even though he's in a bunny girl restaurant. That's because he's gay :p

Amuro, only Kaito is allowed to call Shinichi tantei-kun.

Ma'am that is a 17 year old girl. Who is more attracted to you, than the old man.

The bunny ears being included in the body line is making me laugh and I don't know why XD

Oh, this is the first time we see Amuro think of Elena. I can't believe he actually said in an interview that Amuro's love is her T-T

This is just painful to watch, not because it's bad, but because it hurts to see how happy a family Ai could have had if it wasn't for the black org. Ai and Akemi don't look anything like there parents though XD She shares that in common with Ran.

Using your phone camera to find things does actually work. It was a life-saver when I lost my glasses as I am blind without them and would never have found them by myself if I didn't have my phone on me.

Dude, you can't control how people grieve. Especially when this was an arranged marriage to begin with where he was forced to leave the girl he loved to marry another woman.

It doesn't matter that she's actually your master's daughter, even if she was his young lover, you had no right to get upset with him and how he chooses to grieve and move on.

Amuro purposely finding ways to spend time Elena would be cute if I didn't know that Gosho made the reason being that he loved her romantically T-T

I didn't say it last episode but this Ai ending is so goddamn adorable and I never want it to change.

The gays are flirting.

Damnit Yuusaki, it was just getting good. I'm guessing this is the infamous tea party that the Kudo's have with Amuro and Akai XD

[tara-the-quiet-bookworm-2016]

Till Death Do Us Part Yandere! Captain Price x Ex Wife! Reader. Chapter Two.

Authors Notes- And here I am back again with yet another chapter of Till Death Do Us Part. Sorry, it's took me so long to update this fic. Life you know? But enough rambling as you know by now I like to mention any trigger warning in my Authors notes. So, this chapter will feature Obsessive thoughts, alcohol use, and stalking. If none of this is your cup of tea then this is where we part ways but I'll remember our time fondly.

Now, without further ado here's Chapter Two!

Chapter Two.

Months had past since Price had finally gave in to you and signed those godforsaken papers, after months of talks, or him trying to convince you to reconsider, hell he almost begged you to change your mind and yet nothing worked. And now here he was months later watching as you gathered up your belongs. Your plants, and countless books he had bought you years ago, to your cat. He swore you loved that damned thing more than you loved him it seemed.

He leaned against the wall as he watched as you and your brother packed up your belongings ready to take them to his place. He said nothing, he had told you that you could stay but you only shook your head, a faint smile on your lips. He was really losing you wasn't he?

Watching as you gathered the last of your things you looked over shoulder at him, a sad smile on your lips. Lips he had kissed countless times over the years and now you were gone. Sighing Price pushed himself off the wall and began to pace around the nearly empty house, his house now he guessed. Christ it was quiet too goddamn quiet. No sounds of Zipper meowing by his food bowl. No sounds of you moving around the kitchen humming to yourself, no ticking of that damned grandfather clock.

This isn't a home... Price thought, anger forming in his chest. Not anymore. However, this was far from over. He had t come up with a plan to get you back, one way or another. You were going to be back in his arms once again.

***

Another couple of months passed. And you were slowly adjusting to your life as a free woman as your sister-in-law had called it. And you were at a loss as to what you should do now? Should you take up a hobby? You always said you would like to take up writing, you had always wanted to publish a novel or two you loved reading in your spare time when you were married so why not? Sadly it was easier sad than done really. Sighing you got up and entered the kitchen, Zipper at your feet meowing, his big blue eyes looking up at you as if to tell you that his food bowl was empty.

And that was true...sorta. But you knew better you had fed him not even an hour ago. Shaking your head at him as you dumping the contents of your mug into the sink, before looking around your small apartment, you could unpack, but honestly you weren't really feeling it, perhaps a walk would do you good. Nodding to yourself you grabbed your sweater and tugged it on before heading out the door. Perhaps this fresh air would get you out of this slump. Grabbing your keys you stepped out of your apartment, and into the cool evening air.

Out for one of your little walks, Y/N? Price thought as he watched you from his truck, a frown etched on his face. Hadn't I warned before that going out at night was dangerous? And he had countless times and yet you always insisted on going for walks a night. And of course there were times when he would accompany much to your annoyance but he knew how dangerous the world was knew what lurked around every corner. Knew that if he so much as left you alone someone would take you away from him. So here he was watching you as you went about on your way. Completely unaware that he was watching you.

How were you fairing since the divorce? Did you have those lonely nights like he did? Sitting at the edge of his bed unable to sleep , his thoughts nothing of you, memories of the times the two of you spent together. You haunted him, and if he was being honest? It was driving him mad. He needed you back. Taking a puff of his cigar he continued to follow after you, scoffing at how unaware you were, if he so wanted he could snatch you up without warning. And maybe he should, snatch you up, lock you away so that you never leave him again.

Price watched as you disappeared into a little cafe. Obviously you needed a hot chocolate. Your favorite. Leaning back in his seat Price watched you through the window of the cafe as you talked with the cashier, laughing at something they said, his heart skipping a beat when he saw you laugh, he missed your laugh. God how he wished he heard hear it. To be the one that was making you laugh. He continued to watch you as you took your hot chocolate and moved to head towards the door, only to stop when the man sitting at one of the tables spoke to you, Price watched as the two of you continued to talk, anger swelling in his chest as he saw you laugh.

I think I've seen enough. He thought, before pulling away from the curve and driving home.

***

"You all right, John?" Laswell's voice cut through Price's thoughts the very next night, her eyes glued on her friend, noticing that he had dark circles under his eyes and he just looked exhausted. She knew the divorce had been hard on him, she knew he had done everything in his power to keep you, everything except dropping to his knees and begging you to stay, that is.

"I'm fine..." Price said. Taking a sip of the beer that was sitting in front of him. A lie, and he knew that Laswell knew that he was not in fact fine. Hell, the entire 141 knew that something was wrong with him he had been irritable a lot lately, snapping at Gaz or Soap without warning, hell, even Simon, who was currently sitting on the either side of him at the bar, watching him from the corner of his eyes was giving him a wide berth. And as for Laswell, she had been his friend for years, knew how absolutely devoted he was to you, and you to him, and she had been equally shocked when she had heard about the divorce.

"Have you heard from Y/N, since then?" Laswell asked.

Price shook his head. Funny, even when he tried to live a normal life, tried to bury himself in work you always somehow managed to find your way into his thoughts. He never knew how you could haunt him so. Turning to Laswell he shook his head, he knew Laswell was also your friend, and sometimes the two of you got together for drinks or dinner sometimes.

"I'm giving her space...for now."

Laswell frowned. There was something Price wasn't telling her. Something in his eyes as he downed the rest of his beer, all the while Simon watch him. No, Price was not fine, and he was going to get to the bottom of things as he watched as Price stood up, paying for his drink and leaving. Simon looked to Laswell, seeing the worry shining in her eyes. Before he too stood up and followed Price out. Intent on getting to the bottom of things.

Seeing Price disappear into his office he wasted no time knocking on the door, and was quickly greeted by Price.

"Can I help you, Simon?"

Simon said nothing as he stepped into the captains office, Price closing the door behind him as he looked to Simon.

"Funny, that's what I was going to ask you." Simon said. taking the seat across from Price.

Price looked to Simon, eyebrow arched. "What do you mean?"

"Lately you've seemed off since the divorce, snapping at everyone around you. So, here I am offering to help you in anyway I can." Simon said.

Price was silent as he looked to his lieutenant, opening his mouth he was about to help him that he was fine, that he could deal with this himself, but suddenly a new plan formed in his head, a plan that would have you back in his arms.

"Actually," Price said, taking his seat once more, lighting up a cigar as he looked to Simon. "I think there is a way you and the others can help me."

Authors Notes- Sorry this chapter is kinda dry, but I assure you think are gonna pick up in the next chapter.

[angie-long-legs]

25. What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done to someone?

Spill the Tea ☕️

"Uh, killed 'em? Don't get much worse than that!"

In the gritty foundations of his soul, Angel knew this wasn't the right answer. That there was one thing that he would truly never forgive himself for, no matter how long he waited in his eternal punishment to feel the burden of it lift. Of course, Hell wasn't a place where your sins were to be forgotten - more so a place where your sins thrived, and your shameful mistakes weighed heavy on you, unrelenting, for the rest of all time.

"I mean... I guess I did some more... personal shit than just whackin' mobsters.

"I... hurt a friend a' mine. A good friend. Best friend I eva' had, actually. Knew eachotha' since before we could walk or talk or anythin' - she was the neighbours kid, and on our street, everybody knew everybody.

"We grew up togetha', always togetha'. She was... sweet. Quiet, but real goofy once ya got ta know her. Too nice fa her own good. Her mom and dad were neva' around, so when my dad was bein' an asshole I'd camp out at hers, waitin' out the storm, ya know? Or when her parents skipped town fa more than a few nights, she'd come ta mine and my mom would cook a big family dinner so she'd have somethin' ta eat.

"Everyone thought we'd wind up togetha'. My dad was always sayin', "Anthony, yer gonna marry that girl one day!". Told me I was a lucky guy ta have it all come so easily ta me.

"But, uh... gettin' olda', realisin' I was different... I was scared. 'Specially when I started foolin' around with guys, sneakin' out an' gettin' high with fellas way too old fa me. By the time I was eighteen an' had neva' went steady with a girl, my dad was... y'know. Makin' comments, sayin' he ain't havin' a fa.g unda' his roof, threatenin' ta kick me out... I was terrified a' gettin' found out. And... I ain't proud a' how I handled it.

"This girl, my best friend... well, she was inta me - everyone knew it. I, uh, tried ta ignore it, fa the most part. Acted like it wasn't happenin', like I didn't know. Then, one day, I'd had this crazy fight with my dad, I went ta go see her, and... she told me she loved me. And... I dunno, I was a mess, and- and I told her I loved her too. And I did, just... not in the way she wanted. I thought- I thought maybe I would if I just... tried to. Also, I wanted my dad off my back - and he was, like a fuckin' shot. Neva' seen him more proud a' me than when I told him we were goin' together, and I did a lot a' fucked up shit fa that man.

"Think we made it about three or four months before it all went tits up - not that it wasn't doomed from the get-go. I was... fuck, I was shitty. Never wanted ta be around her afta' we started seein' eachother, I felt... pissed every time she tried ta be romantic or whateva'. Like I'd lost a fuckin' friend. And I was still messin' around with guys, tellin' myself I'd quit it and be a good partner or some other bullshit that'd neva' happen. Worst part was she was fuckin' good ta me, the whole time, she was tryin' ta get me ta open up, but... I mean, what was I supposed tell her? That I was a closet queer, a junkie? Even the shit with my family, I dunno how much she actually knew... I couldn't tell her nothin' real.

"Eventually, I got caught out. I'll spare ya the details, but it wasn't pretty. She left and... I never saw her again. Never knew where she went, what happened ta her. But she ain't down here far as I can tell, so I like ta think she made somethin' of herself. Lived a good life. She was smart - a good kid like her, ain't no doubt in my mind she landed on her feet.

"But... yeah, I broke her fuckin' heart. I was selfish, I took advantage of her feelins fa me. I lost the only friend I ever trusted, and if I could change one thing I did up top, ain't no contest. I'd pick that every goddamn time."

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

Part 7

Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Part 6 🟣 Part 8

A reverse harem vampire AU ft. Mikey, Marshall, August and Sherlock

Series summary: Somehow, you've managed to live with your boyfriend and his roommates for months before finding out they're vampires, but the real shock first comes when they find out you have a special quality. A quality the guys would love to make use of...

Warnings: Mentions of blood, biting, vampire stuff, suicidal thoughts, pain, period stuff.

Word count: 3.9k

A/N: Things are happening!

@geralts-yenn @deandoesthingstome @summersong69 @teamfan7asy @mis-lil-red @ellethespaceunicorn @sillyrabbit81

The boys had you on edge this week, and their only crime was being ridiculously considerate of the fact you were in intense pain, and also bleeding.

“You can tell,” you growled at Mike, who didn’t deserve your attitude at all, because he was literally just bringing you a cup of tea. He’d been so nice to you all day – all week, in fact – and all you’d been doing was snap at him, give him hell and frown. Then again, you were in pain, and bleeding.

“Eh… Yeah, I can. We all can. Why do you think August is about a million percent less of a dick?” Apart from the fact that he had promised you he’d try his best to not be a cunt, August was really laying it on thick this week with the niceties… Mike put the tea on your nightstand and crawled over you so he could cuddle up behind you. It was nice to feel his body against yours, especially when he wrapped his arms around you and put pressure on your stomach.

“That’s embarrassing…” You sighed. Why, in God’s name, would it be embarrassing? You’d never been embarrassed about your period before. Not since moving out of your parents’ house, anyway?

“Why?” Mike nuzzled your neck and pulled you even closer. It felt good to be close to him, especially since he somehow managed to hold you in just the right spot that made the pain somewhat manageable.

“I don’t know, it just is? The whole house knows I’m on my period, because blood plus vampires or something, I guess.”

“Do details help?” Mike asked. You answered that you had no idea whether it would help, but it probably wouldn’t make things worse.

“Alright,” Mikey laughed, “we can smell the blood, for starters, no need to freak out about that. We can tell when you cut your finger or have a nosebleed, or whatever. It’s the same thing. It’s not weird, and I know you’re about to have a breakdown because you think it somehow smells bad; it doesn’t.”

“How did you know that?” You found it unlikely that it had something to do with his gift in some way, but you didn’t rule it out.

“This isn’t the first time I have this conversation,” Mike said, “friends, ex-girlfriends, they all ask the same thing, and all react the same way.” That was a far more human explanation than you had expected to get, honestly.

“Anything else?”

“August feels everything you feel, so he can tell you’re in pain, and he knows you’re… Moody, emotional, hormonal, whatever word won’t get me whacked in the head with a pill- ow! Why?” He took the pillow from you and tossed it across the room.

“I don’t know. I know I’m emotional, but that doesn’t mean you have to point it out?”

“That’s silly. It’s not like it’s unreasonable or anything? The amount of times I catch you thinking ‘I want to die’ during your period is pretty insane. I’d be emotional too if I was in that much pain, babe.” Unconsciously, you snuggled closer to him and pushed his hands more firmly against your aching stomach.

“It really hurts, and I want to cry,” you said in a sad voice. Mike thought about your words for a second and then shifted behind you.

“Here, drink.” He handed you your tea. “August, got a minute?” He said that as if August was in the room with you, and as far as your eyes could tell, he wasn’t.

“Is that the volume it takes for him to be able to hear you?” But… That meant everyone in the goddamn house had heard you fuck. Fantastic.

“I keep telling you there’s no reason to keep quie- OW! Would you stop hitting me over the head with whatever? Thanks.” Mike said. You noticed his hand was on yours, steadying the cup of hot tea you’d still been holding when you decided to smack him in the head. If it weren’t for him, you’d probably have burned yourself… Mike continued, clearly – and rightfully – agitated by your unnecessary attempt at assault: “They don’t listen, trust me.”

“You yelled?” The door opened and August appeared in the doorway with a grin on his face.

“Funny,” Mike said, “stop being a dick. Can you help her?” Help you? How on earth would he be able to help you?

“It’s physical pain and I’m starving, so unfortunately I can’t.”

“Explanation, boys,” you groaned as another wave of hellfire ripped through your stomach.

“Mike told you I can feel what you feel, which is true in both a physical and emotional sense, but what he didn’t tell you is that I can influence it, too.” August said carefully. It didn’t seem like he felt guilty about hiding his gift from you, and you didn’t doubt that he had far fewer objections to using it to his full advantage than Marshall or Mike did.

“He could torture you just by looking at you,” Mike said with a giant grin on his face.

“So can you, with a face like that,” Marshall said in passing as he was on his way to his own room.

“Right, so if this jerk ever does anything to hurt you, don’t hesitate to come knocking,” August sneered. It was kind of sweet of him to say that. “And he was right, we don’t listen. We have better things to do than listen to than listen to our roommates having sex.” You decided to ignore the obvious heat rushing to your cheeks and the smirk on August’s face and focus instead on the parameters of his gift.

“But you’re also a walking painkiller?” You shifted positions so you were sitting on the edge of your bed, and immediately regretted the decision when a sharp pain ripped through your insides – yet, again. One of Mike’s legs appeared next to your right leg, while the other was left behind somewhere on the bed. You sighed when Mike wrapped his arms around you again and applied pressure to just the right spots.

“I know your generalizations are typically on point, but I’d appreciate it if you didn’t call me that. Plus, as I said before,” August sat down next to you on your bed and put a hand on your thigh, just above your knee, “I don’t think I can… Jesus, I’m so fucking sorry, princess. Is it always this bad?” He looked as if he was being tortured.

“When we’re out of painkillers, yeah,” you groaned. Somehow, you’d missed the fact that you were due for another round of whatever sick fucking joke Mother Nature had planned for you this month, and you’d found out this morning that there wasn’t even so much as a single goddamn Tylenol in the whole house.

“No chance in hell, Walker,” Mike suddenly snarled. It must have been something he sensed in August – there really wasn’t any other explanation for his outburst.

“Mike, she’s in pain, and you won’t even give her the choice. So it’s either a supermarket run for you, or you let me at least suggest this.”

“Suggest what, August?” The pain was only getting worse and at this point you almost wished the boys would fuck off so you could suffer in peace.

“He wants to feed on you,” Mike growled. That discussion, again. It annoyed you that they were still on about that even after you had clearly told them it wasn’t happening.

“What I want, Mike, is for you to shut up for a second, so I can actually explain myself.” August didn’t sound amused in the least, and not inclined at all to let Mike fill in what he wanted or was suggesting, or anything. “The suggestion is indeed to let me feed, so I can take away the pain. And I’d like to remind Mikey, that just the feeling you get from one of us feeding on you, may actually be enough to relax you, and take away some of the pain.” That sounded more like August genuinely wanting to help you rather than the semi-doom scenario Mike sketched where he just wanted to use you as a snack.

“She can try that with me, then, I-“ Blame it on the hormones, but something inside you snapped when Mike made that decision for you. Your insides were screaming for pain relief, while your brain was actually quite desperate to volunteer as a vampire-smoothie, and they were ferociously battling the ‘don’t want to upset Mike’-part of you, and within inches of beating it to a pulp, if you had to be completely honest.

“Mike! You’re my boyfriend, not my keeper. If I try with you and it doesn’t help, I got nothing. And you’re not hungry.” Which meant Mike would just be using you as a snack. He didn’t need to feed, August did.

“Fine.” Mike begrudgingly agreed to what August said, but from the look in August’s eyes, he was never going to risk that, for fear of getting his eyes gouged out.

“You’re not fine,” August said, “you’re being a-“

“August!” Sherlock suddenly appeared in the doorway. “The four of us need to talk.”

“Don’t think it’s going to make me any friendlier. I’m starving and she’s in so much pain I can’t even shake it off.” Fuck, you were actually hurting him? Tears welled up in your eyes, and soon they were trickling down your cheeks. Goddamn hormones. They were already making you suicidal, was this breakdown right in front of your roommates really necessary?

“What? Sweetcheeks, no, don’t cry,” Mike wrapped his arms around you and buried his face in your neck. The fact that they were being so nice about all of this didn’t make it better at all. If anything, it made it so much worse, because now you felt like a burden to them, too…

“I’m sorry,” you sobbed, “I’m just in a lot of pain, and now I’m hurting August, too, and I don’t want to do that.”

“Not just me, princess,” August grumbled, and he gestured at Mikey and made a vague gesture in the direction of Marshall’s room. To everyone’s surprise, Sherlock smacked him in the head for that one.

“Oh, no, not all of you!” You were full-on ugly crying now, but you didn’t care anymore.

“August, could you be any more of a dick?” Mike said, followed up by a sarcastic laugh. He held you even closer, softly stroking your hair in an attempt to calm you down a bit.

“I can’t believe you two,” Sherlock said, his eyes shooting daggers at both Mike and August, before he turned to you. His face turned friendly instantly, and he got on one knee in front of you and looked into your eyes. “Why don’t you go take a nap? You look exhausted.” As he said it, you first wondered how the hell he thought you’d ever be able to sleep, and then you felt your eyelids grow heavy.

You didn’t know how long you’d been out, but when you woke up, Mike was curled up next to you, and August was sitting at your desk, which was odd. Instead of asking August directly, you turned to Mike for an explanation.

“It has been brought to my attention that I’ve been a selfish dick, and I’m sorry,” he admitted groggily, “August’s plan is sound, painkillers are unlikely to work at this point, anyway, and I don’t want you to suffer. So if you want to give it a go, I’m on board with that.” It was definitely a sincere apology, you were sure of that, but mostly you were very grateful that he wasn’t going to resist August’s idea any longer.

“I already know what you want,” Mike added, “don’t bother trying to lie to protect my feelings, okay?” There was a certain upside to having a boyfriend who always knew exactly what you wanted, and this wasn’t it. You turned around.

“You hungry?” you said to August with a smile, and he replied with a simple nod. It hit you that you had no idea how to proceed, so you just stuck out an arm.

“Were you comfortable way back when, when Sherlock was feeding?” he asked. It was a few weeks ago now, but you remembered quite well. In fact, it was secretly one of your favorite memories…

“Yeah, perfectly. You wanna go about it the same way?” August answered you with a short nod, and sat on the ground near your head. You scooched a little further to the edge of the bed, with Mike right behind you – literally. He didn’t let go of you.

“Are you staying?”

“Listen, I’m comfy. I’m not giving this up because he wants a drink,” he said. Something about his voice made you wonder what had been said in that conversation that made him so completely okay with this now.

“It’s not weird, or anything,” August said, “feeding – for us – isn’t typically so intimate that we hide while doing it. It’s mostly the comfort of the people we feed on that we tend to keep it more private.” It hadn’t been weird to you when they were all in the room when it had been Sherlock…

“August, I appreciate all the vampire-lessons, but I still feel like I’m dying,” you groaned as a particularly heinous wave of agony ripped through your body. August was careful when taking your hand in his.

“One thing,” you said suddenly, almost pulling your arm away from August again as you spoke. “How…” You couldn’t quite articulate your question, so you just pointed at your mouth and hoped he’d understand. Apparently, he did, because he turned his head towards you and smiled, baring his teeth. Within two seconds, his canines extended into fangs.

“Does that answer the question?” he asked. There was impatience to his voice; he really was hungry.

“It does,” you answered. Behind you, Mikey chuckled.

“God, the first few weeks after Marshall turned me, I bit my tongue so often,” he said. August chuckled, and you felt the warmth of his breath on your skin. He shot another questioning glance at you over his shoulder, and when you nodded, he turned back. You winced when he bit you, but then nestled comfortably into Mike’s body. August had been right: the feeling you got from this did actually relax you, and it helped you ignore the pain a little. After a few minutes, you noticed two things. One: August wasn’t feeding as fast as he had been at the beginning. Two: the pain slowly disappeared, and with it, the extreme tension in your body.

“It’s working, isn’t it?” Mike asked from behind you, and you nodded.

“Yeah, I think so,” you said, surprise very clear in your voice. It wasn’t that you hadn’t expected it to work, but rather that you hadn’t dared to imagine that ‘work’ meant you’d really no longer be in agony. You asked August if this was his doing, and he hummed an affirmative answer – it was the only thing he could do, obviously.

“Oh my God, August, thank you,” you moaned as the levels of pain finally descended into manageable territory.

“Do you want me to ask?” Mike suddenly said, and August hummed again.

“Ask what?”

“He wants to know if you’re okay with it if he keeps at it for a bit, so he can push his next appointment back a full month.” You were inclined to say yes, but somehow you were reminded of what they’d told you before.

“If you’re on board, Mike,” you said hesitantly, “why not let him feed again in two weeks?” Mike seemed to think about that for a second, before agreeing. You could tell he still wasn’t on board with a permanent arrangement, but he was okay with this as a one-time thing. A few more minutes passed until you felt August’s mouth leave your arm. His tongue lightly touched the wounds he’d created. From the last time, you knew they typically didn’t bleed – at least not for long.

“Thank you,” August said. This time around, you recognized the look in his eyes. “Thank you.” He repeated the words a few more times, until you finally told him to stop. Mike just laughed, which didn’t seem to annoy August as much as you reckoned it normally would have.

“Can I get you anything?” he said. Hearing him be this friendly was weird in its own right, but the fact that he sounded almost submissive was something else entirely. You tried not to laugh, but there was something funny about it.

“Water,” Mike answered for you, and the moment he said it, you realized he was right; you were incredibly thirsty.

“That would be great, actually,” you said, and before you’d even finished your sentence, August was back, holding a glass.

“I’m not one for waiting around for little errands,” August said. It was very in character for him. “So, would it be alright if I make dinner? For everyone, of course, if the rest is interested.”

“Oh, eh, yeah? Sounds good.” you said. It was a little awkward to say yes, because you knew he was offering because he had to, but it was a sweet offer.

“It’s really funny to me that what you really want is to decline everyone’s help,” Mike said after August had left the room – and presumably the house, because you knew for a fact you were very low on groceries.

“Yeah, well,” you sighed, “it’s not like he’s actually offering, right? He’s just compelled to by the whole chemistry of things. Which reminds me, Sherlock, can you get in here?”

Within seconds – if it even deserved the plural – Sherlock was in your doorway.

“What’s the matter?” he asked politely, as always. You’d expected to feel a little weird having a new roommate – or an old roommate who moved back in after months of absence, if you were being accurate – but it didn’t just feel very natural to have him around, it was also very nice.

“What did you do to me to get me to fall asleep?” You sat up on the edge of your bed.

“Hey!” Mikey whined as he shimmied closer to you and wrapped his arms around you again. It made you chuckle; he was so goddamn cute.

“Ah,” Sherlock said, and his expression turned apologetic, “you noticed.”

“I don’t agree to snooping around in my brain of any kind, Sherlock. Do I make myself clear?”

“Crystal, darling,” he said as he sat down in the desk chair. “I imagine you still want to know what it is I did?”

“If you don’t mind,” you said with a warped smile on your face.

“Hypnosis,” he said, and you had to put in some serious work to keep your mouth from falling open. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have, and I have no excuse.”

“Why did you do it?”

“Most humans aren’t aware something is happening to them – which makes it different from human hypnosis, which works, but only with a willing subject – and I…”

“No, please, I can’t wait to hear what you have to say for yourself, Sherlock.”

“Sweetcheeks, a quick reminder: punching a vampire is going to hurt you much more than it will hurt him.” Fucking Mike and his talent to read your desires or whatever. Yes, you did want to punch Sherlock. Was that weird? You’d just been told you had been hypnotized against your will. And without your knowledge. Were you allowed to be a little pissed off about that? Great!

“There were no untoward intentions, I assure you,” Sherlock said. It looked like he knew just fine that that didn’t make it much better. “I merely wanted to speak to the others…”

“Without me hearing?” you interrupted. To your surprise, Sherlock shook his head.

“Without them suffering your pain and suicidal thoughts,” he said. Wait. Those weren’t the selfish reasons you’d expected. Those weren’t selfish reasons at all.

“It’s nothing compared to what you go through,” Mike said before he pressed a kiss on your hip, which was the only place he could reach from the position he was in. “But it sucks.” You dropped a hand to your side, and stroked his curls, which made him hum softly, and his lips curled into a smile.

“Please don’t do that again,” you told Sherlock, “not without asking me first.”

“I will keep that in mind, and I really am sorry,” he replied. “Did you sleep well, at least?”

“I did,” you said. You hadn’t slept that well in years, if you were being perfectly honest. Sherlock got up from the chair and gently caressed your cheek. It felt strangely comforting, which wasn’t something you’d expected.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated. “It won’t happened again.”

As soon as Sherlock closed the door behind him, Mike pulled you back into his arms.

“What’s going on, Mikey?” you said as you turned around to face him.

“I’m a little jealous now,” he admitted, “everyone gets a bite of my girlfriend but me. Not fair.” You were fairly sure you should be getting upset that he was acting this way, but you couldn’t help but chuckle instead.

“You did get a bite, Mikey,” you said, reminding him of your little kinky adventure.

“Not the same, baby.” He was sulking, and it would have been annoying on anyone else, but on him it just looked cute.

“Mike, listen. Either I’m food or I’m not food, I won’t be both.” He seemed to understand, but it didn’t make him happy. “You just want to have it your way, you want me to yourself. And I understand, but it’s not fair, and probably a very bad idea, to create that kind of tension. So I’m saying no to all of you, unless you’re prepared to do this the right way, where everyone gets what they need.”

“You want to negotiate an arrangement.” It wasn’t a question; he could feel it clear as day.

“Yes.” There was no point in lying to him, you figured, even if it hurt his feelings a little bit. They’d be hurt more if you did lie, because he’d know you’d be lying. Either way, this was probably the right time to tell him that you really did want to…

“Will you give me some time to adjust to this? I mean… It sounds ridiculous, because you’re the one who only just found out that you were living with vampires. But you’re adjusting to everything so well, and I can feel that you want to… Fuck, Sweetcheeks, I hate that I feel this way, that I get this jealous… You want it, you need it, but I can’t get over my own fucking ego because I’m scared you’re going to leave me for one of them. Or all of them.”

“All of them?!” That was new… Definitely not any kind of conclusion you would have arrived at by yourself.

“Yeah,” Mike just shrugged. To you, the idea was absolutely ridiculous. There was no way you would leave him for any of the guys, let alone all of them. And you were pretty sure the others wouldn’t be on board with that, either.

“I love you, Mikey.” That was all there was to say about it, right?

[tryan-a-bex]

Writing patterns meme

Rules: Share the opening of your last ten published works or as many as you are able and see if there are any patterns!

From this post by @dancinbutterfly https://www.tumblr.com/dancinbutterfly/735744268412534784?source=share

I'll mull about patterns here because I put the last two after the cut due to warnings. So, about half of them start with dialogue, which is how I started writing--a lot of dialogue, minimal else things. The other half start by getting inside someone's head--internal dialogue, basically, so not that different I guess. Also I try to start with something funny or at least interesting, to hook the reader? I don't know if it works.

Endless Family Trick or Treating

“It’s not a sphere!” argued Dream, swinging his jack-o’-lantern trick-or-treat bucket against the leg of his vampire costume. “It is a sphere!” insisted Desire, twirling the tail of their demon costume in their hand again. “I learned it in school and it’s round like a ball so it’s a sphere.”

2. Velma Meets the Family

Velma stared at the gently lapping water of the river, leaning her elbows on the railing. The rest of the gang was fast asleep in their motel, but she hadn’t been able to sleep so she’d come outside to think. The water sounds were restful, but her mind refused to stop whirling. 

3. Freddy the Robot Vacuum

It was amazing what a person could get used to. Hob had enjoyed his first robot vacuum. It was nice, and not a very difficult adjustment, to get used to the vacuuming being done automatically for him while he was out. The little phone app notifications were cute, and he was only human so he anthropomorphized his vacuum, naming it Freddy. Getting used to the anthropomorphic personification of dreams hanging around in his flat… took a bit more time.

4. Life is but a Dream

Rose put her head down on the desk. Why? Why would the words come in the middle of the night, and never when she had her laptop out and on? She’d even tried writing her thoughts down, but found that she actually couldn’t make out her sleepy handwriting in the morning. She looked at the tumblr icon on her desktop, sighed, and got up to get a cup of tea instead. That would be a shorter distraction. Probably.

5. Death is not easy to cheat

Unity poured tea in both cups and sat down across from Rose, pushing the plate of cookies toward her. “How are you doing, dear? You look tired.” “Oh, Unity! It’s been so stressful lately! I can’t seem to think of the right words when I sit down to work on my novel, but then they keep me awake in the middle of the night, you know? And during the day Lyta is either freaking out about Daniel being with Uncle Morpheus and Hob, or freaking out about him being so white and growing up so fast.

6. Trials of a Shapeshifter in Love

“Lucienne has been working so hard lately,” Gault explained to the Dream King’s head cook. “I’d like to do something nice for her. I was thinking a surprise romantic dinner over candlelight in the library.” “Ah, yes, I think she would appreciate that very much.” They put their heads together to plan the meal when suddenly Gault heard a familiar voice from the hallway.  “So, what have you already tried?” Lucienne asked. “Hell, all the normal plunging and clawing didn’t fucking fix the goddamned blockage, and it’s a fucking hassle taking the whole damned drain apart all the way back into the fucking wall.” 

7. Naga No-Go

“Lucienne.” Lucienne’s head popped up from the book she was studying. Lord Morpheus’ summons sounded just a little bit more… strained than usual. She turned her head, using her raven senses to triangulate the direction of the summons. His chambers??? This… could not be good.

8. Which Witch (Okay I'm cheating here because this isn't published yet. but if you want more, let me know and I'll post it on ao3 or send you a link.)

“You can’t just come in here without a warrant.” The cantankerous old witch put her hands on her hips and stood squarely in the doorway. Eldie sighed and rubbed the shaved hair at the nape of her neck. “Please let me come in, ma’am. Your daughter hired me to clean and cook and help you out, and I can’t help if you don’t let me in.” “I don’t need help, you shameless hussy! Who does she think she is, that gossiping busy-body! I’m fine here by myself. You can go now!”

Okay, under the cut are mentions of spiders, and non-con body horror. (The fic is not bad, the backstory from canon is, and that's where I started.)

9. Arachnophilia (mentions of spiders)

Zelda stared down at the cafeteria mac and cheese on her plate. The only thing appetizing about the middle school cafeteria food was that her mother wasn’t glaring at her and criticizing how she did or didn’t eat it. Instead, everyone ignored her, tucked into a corner. She would feel hurt about being shunned if she had any desire at all to interact with the other children. She didn’t. She closed her eyes and shoved a forkful into her mouth, thinking about her science project to distract herself from the taste. Spider webs were actually incredibly strong for the size of the filament, and they came in such an extraordinary variety of shapes and sizes. She couldn’t wait to get back to the library for more research. She opened her eyes as she swallowed, scooping up more food and quickly scanning the room. 

10. The Order of the Knights of the Dreaming (the actual fic I wrote is pretty sweet without much actual violence, but Alice's backstory from InCryptids is intense, so skip this next paragraph if you don't like mentions of non-con and body horror)

Alice closed her eyes and felt her memories and skin being ripped from her once again. It hadn’t actually been like that. In real life, she hadn’t figured out her memories were being adjusted for years, and she’d undergone the flensing willingly. But once she learned that her mind had been altered without her knowledge and that removing her skin had not been necessary but was done for the profit of her “uncle,” well, the nightmares about being violated had been unceasing. 

If you made it this far, congratulations, consider yourself no-pressure tagged!

[palewolfcheesecake-blog]

Tag game!!!

Thanks for the tag @apricus-imber <33

1. do you make your bed? Every day, mostly because I would go insane if I didn't.

2. favourite number? I have been waiting so goddamn long for someone to ask me this holy shit. Okay, so the top four are 3, 5, 15, and 45 (not in that order). 15 is my most favorite because it's 5*3 and it just feels and fits so nicely in my brain, but 45 is second place because guess what it is? THAT'S RIGHT, 15*3!!!! 5 is in third place because I like/love counting and multiplying with it because it's just SOOOOOOO easy to do so and it just clicks so well, and 3 is in fourth place because it's also really fun to multiply, and it's also tons of fun when you add up all the digits of a super big number and realize that it's divisible by three because, well, idek, it's just the satisfaction that I get from it is momentous, y'know?

3. what's your job? Me to know, you to find out, etc, etc.

4. if you could go back to school, would you? Good question!!! I have no idea, because on one hand I get to see friends regularly/consistently at school, but on the other hand, mental illness. So kinda hard to say, honestly.

5. can you parallel park? Nope!

6. do you think aliens are real? I don't actively think so, but I wouldn't be surprised either.

7. can you drive a manual car? Nope!

8. guilty pleasure? Those role playing games with the weird ads (e.g. Episode and BitLife)

9. tattoos? Not yet~

10. favourite colour? Really really dark blue, specifically one #121d7a

11. favourite type of music? Whatever this playlist of mine is

12. do you like puzzles? Depends on the puzzle honestly, but generally no.

13. any phobias? Insects (at least irl), spiders, centi/millipedes, basically all the creepy crawlies.

14. favourite childhood sport? Swimming, mostly because I did it (non-competitively) for awhile.

15. do you talk to yourself? Constantly.

16. tea or coffee? Coffee.

17. first thing you wanted to be when growing up? I think a firefighter? Maybe. Singer or race car driver might be up there, though.

18. what movies do you adore? Soooo many, enough that I'm gonna bullet point 'em:

Avengers Endgame

Another Round

Kabhi Khushi Kabhi Gham

Taare Zameen Par

The Lion King

Mulan

3 Idiots

Into + Across the Spiderverse

Soul

My Neighbor Totoro

Air Bud + Buddies

Ford vs. Ferrari

Jujutsu Kaisen 0

tagging: @bunniehoneys, @ayahoes, @fushiglow, @effervescentdragon, @silentreigns, @kissingwalls, @snarling-through-our-smiles, @captain-harkness-lives, @ayadaliii and anyone else that'd like to join :)

[crestfallercanyon]

🌟Weekly Tag Wednesday Friday! 🌟

Thanks for tagging me @jrooc! Sorry I am... behind as I always am, as much as I love these. I just haven't tumblred from my computer for a hot minute <3

Name:  crest

Location: you can find me walking in nature somewhere. like a mythical creature or a squirrel.

And now for the randomness!  Tell me your most and least favourites of:

Candy? Most, I love those chocolate covered pomegranate spheres? they're my absolute fav. Least, warheads; things that are super duper sour make my eyes twitch (literally).

Seasons? Most, autumn I think. Least, extremely hot summers, where it looks like you can go outside and then you step out and it's a goddamn blast furnace. I can only strip so much before it's indecent lol

Hot beverage? Most... earl grey tea. Least? gosh i'm not sure, I like most hot beverages fine that I know of -- think I'm actually going to say like hot lemon green tea, it tastes like medicine at that point to me.

Cold beverage? Most, iced tea; least, sparkling water (I don't like carbonation and this has no flavor otherwise so I net zero enjoyment from sparkling water lol)

Colours? Most, forest or emerald greens. Least, I don't have a least favorite color, actually. I don't like the color gray on me so I guess we'll go with that.

Vegetables? Most, green beans or potatoes or spinach, Least... eggplants or turnips probably.

Traditional foods from your country? I'm midwestern at heart, I love casseroles of many kinds, I think they're cozy; least? I do not like super sticky overly sauced barbecue.

Insects? Unfortunately I have a pretty severe phobia of most bugs that I'm trying to work on (and it's getting better!). Butterflies are okay from a distance. I am really not a fan of anything else.

Cake flavours? Most, my friend makes a really good lemon cake with earl grey frosting for my birthday which is so sweet and it is my favorite; Least, coconut.

Non-Gallagher or Milkovich Shameless Characters? Most? I love Sheila. Least, Ned. He's a creep.

Well, in a prompt that only asks for two words I managed to put way more than that. Can't do nothin' without explaining myself, sorry. Tagging or just waving to: @mybrainismelted , @michellemisfit , @mmmichyyy , @callivich , and anyone else who wants to do this tag game and hasn't done so yet!

[jemandtherobots]

anyway i stop by the same store most mornings on my way to work (they have a winning combo of in-store bakery + lunch options + arizona iced tea) and the same cashier is also there most mornings. and this morning she asked me if i had their loyalty card (she doesn't usually ask) and i said i did not and she suggested it might be a good idea as i am there most mornings. and look, i know she recognised me every morning, but i liked being able to pretend she didn't because food habits can be pretty personal and i don't like the thought of someone knowing my habits, but i also can't change where i shop because those spinach pasties and arizona iced teas are the only thing keeping me going at this point in my life so. guess i'm getting a goddamn loyalty card.

[pesterloglog]

Arquiusprite, Davepetasprite^2

Act 6, page 7923-7927

ARQUIUSPRITE: 🕶️--> Nepeta?!

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < yeah!!!

ARQUIUSPRITE: 🕶️--> I mean

ARQUIUSPRITE: 🕶️--> Dave?!

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < yeah!!!

ARQUIUSPRITE: 🕶️--> Dave and Nepeta,

ARQUIUSPRITE: 🕶️--> Nepedavesprite?

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < davepeta!

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < (sprite squared lol)

ARQUIUSPRITE: 🕶️--> Davepeta Sprite Squared

ARQUIUSPRITE: 🕶️--> It is I, Arquiusprite, to the first power

ARQUIUSPRITE: 🕶️--> Which is to say, Equius, and an artificial intelligence composite of your bro, in the form of the cool broken sunglasses I am wearing

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < yeah i know dummy! BPP

ARQUIUSPRITE: 🕶️--> How is this possible?

ARQUIUSPRITE: 🕶️--> How did you come to be??

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < umm i dunno

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < some shit happened

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < was on a tea date, shook hands with myself, you know

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < basic fuckery

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < how did YOU come to be???

ARQUIUSPRITE: 🕶️--> I...

ARQUIUSPRITE: 🕶️--> Yes, that is a fair question

ARQUIUSPRITE: 🕶️--> Some b*llshucks happened, which made little to no sense, and now here I am

ARQUIUSPRITE: 🕶️--> I can only presume this was the case for you as well, given your incoherent and poorly developed anecdote

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < what ya doin there bro?

ARQUIUSPRITE: 🕶️--> Huh? Oh. Nothing really

ARQUIUSPRITE: 🕶️--> Doing the final work for this session. Releasing the grist hoards. Nothing that matters now...

ARQUIUSPRITE: 🕶️--> Now...

ARQUIUSPRITE: 🕶️--> That you're here

ARQUIUSPRITE: 🕶️--> *Sniff*

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < yo are you crying??

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < awww

ARQUIUSPRITE: 🕶️--> Davepeta, I apologize for the embarrassing secretions from this imperfect, semi-organic form

ARQUIUSPRITE: 🕶️--> How ironic, that I spend virtually 100% of my time secreting liquid from virtually 100% of my body's surface area, and yet a few more drops from my eyes would cause me such shame

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < h33h33h33 youre so fuckin gross!!!!

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < i really missed you dude

ARQUIUSPRITE: 🕶️--> I missed you as well, or, I would have, had I permitted myself to think about you

ARQUIUSPRITE: 🕶️--> Alas, I failed to protect you from an unpleasant clown in the most disgraceful way possible, much to the shame of my dead troll half, and much to the disgust of my digital human half

ARQUIUSPRITE: 🕶️--> Hence, to the Nepeta portion of you, Davepeta,

ARQUIUSPRITE: 🕶️--> I am so very STRONGLY sorry

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < theres nothin to apawlogize for!

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < nepeta furgave you for that and anyways im not even her anymore

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < i guess davesprite had some old issues with his bro he never really sorted out but hey im not him either!

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < and youre not his bro or equius youre arquius who is a new and cool and beautyifful thing and anyway all those old troubles are f33ling so overwhelmed by new and different emotions and its great!

ARQUIUSPRITE: 🕶️--> Yes, Davepeta, you're right

ARQUIUSPRITE: 🕶️--> It is really fl*pping great

ARQUIUSPRITE: 🕶️--> *Slight sob*

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < dawwwwwww

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < there there you blubbering goddamn cutie

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < *davepeta sniffs curiously at arquiusprites grody and emotional body*

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < *p33-yew davepeta exclaims, recoiling like they were just using their muzzle to investigate the business end of a shitting dog*

ARQUIUSPRITE: 🕶️--> What are you...

ARQUIUSPRITE: 🕶️--> I mean,

ARQUIUSPRITE: 🕶️--> *Arquius submits his question to Davepeta in the form of a third person statement, thereby acknowledging once and for all that he is in no way above the childish nonsense of his former moirail*

ARQUIUSPRITE: 🕶️--> *He in fact acknowledges by e%tension that he is not above anything or anyone, and never was*

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < omg yes!!!

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < i mean that was a good start but also a little abstract man, you should try incorporating some actual behaviors and actions into your RP things to punch them up

ARQUIUSPRITE: 🕶️--> Behaviors and actions?

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < yeah!

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < like think dude, how the hell is davepeta supposed to react cutely to some internal epiphany your havin? hows that shit externally TELEGRAPHED bro??

ARQUIUSPRITE: 🕶️--> I see

ARQUIUSPRITE: 🕶️--> *I mean, Arquius sees*

ARQUIUSPRITE: 🕶️--> *Arquius soon realizes he will need a truly unreasonable supply of fresh, dry towels to absorb the perspiration caused by two separate lifetimes of regrets and foolishnesses*

ARQUIUSPRITE: 🕶️--> *He embarks on a mystical quest of the spirit, through a land of his imagination's design as a part of his personal "Alternative Universe" fiction. It is a mountainous land consisting of only fresh, perfectly folded white towels, and rivers of milk running through its valleys*

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < yum yum!

ARQUIUSPRITE: 🕶️--> *"Yum yum" indeed, he thinks to himself with his silicon brain, e%actly one trillion times per second, for several seconds. But now is no time to sup from the streams of dairy. He gathers a heap of clean towels in his strapping arms. Yes, these guns you see here. Two astonishing sinewed meat trunks clutch the unsodden rectangles of fabric, like tremendous baguettes of rippling, twitching protein tissue.*

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < B\\

ARQUIUSPRITE: 🕶️--> *He reflects on his pair of powerful weapons with admiration, and wonders quietly if Davepeta would like a complimentary ticket to the gun show. But due to his obscenely powerful mind, this thought took place in the blink of a microsecond, and he proceeds to have additional, similarly rapid cyber-reveries. Including, but not limited to, thoughts of fondness for Davepeta, and some e%tremely comple% genetic algorithms comparing the merits of various redemptive gestures, and-

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < arquius youre RPing your internal thought process again

ARQUIUSPRITE: 🕶️--> Oh. Sorry

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < its ok for startin out, youll get the hang of it if you k33p at it

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < you being willing to try is all that matters and is hella nice B33

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < *starts to purr a sick beat!*

ARQUIUSPRITE: 🕶️--> You mean, like a rap beat?

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < um, duhhh?

ARQUIUSPRITE: 🕶️--> *Arquius wonders if the purred rap beat is strictly in the hypothetical plane of roleplay, or if it will be an audible phenomenon taking place in reality soon*

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < *davepeta gives a little knowing nod, as if to say, you bet your chiseled ass itll be an audible phenomenon in reality soon*

ARQUIUSPRITE: 🕶️--> *Arquius begins fle%ing rhythmically, in time with the beat of the purred rap. This hypothetical role playing action should also be regarded as a precursor to this deed being literally e%ecuted in reality*

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < *davepeta starts droppin the illest purrbeat you ever heard but stops suddenly, as they become mesmerized by the hypnotic flexing of arquiusprites humongous muscles*

ARQUIUSPRITE: 🕶️--> Do you... really like them?

ARQUIUSPRITE: 🕶️--> *He says*

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < i... really do

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < *they say*

ARQUIUSPRITE: 🕶️--> Would...

ARQUIUSPRITE: 🕶️--> You like to touch my muscles, davepeta?

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < yes i believe i would

ARQUIUSPRITE: 🕶️--> Then I must command you

ARQUIUSPRITE: 🕶️--> Please touch my muscles

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < yes ok

ARQUIUSPRITE: 🕶️--> I won't take no for an answer, Davepeta

ARQUIUSPRITE: 🕶️--> Touch my muscles

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < i said yes!

ARQUIUSPRITE: 🕶️--> Touch my muscles

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < yes!

ARQUIUSPRITE: 🕶️--> Touch my muscles

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < yes!!

ARQUIUSPRITE: 🕶️--> Touch my muscles

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < YES!!!

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < dammit dude

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < why dont we stop pussyfooting around stuff and get down to brass tacks

ARQUIUSPRITE: 🕶️--> What brass ta% do you mean, Davepeta

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < i think you know B33

ARQUIUSPRITE: 🕶️--> Davepeta, are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < mmm hmmmm!

ARQUIUSPRITE: 🕶️--> To be clear, you are insinuating that we attempt to e%ecute a rare, and highly sweet, "bro hug bump"?

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < hell yes i am!

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < i am insinuating that we attempt nyan other than that exact type of hug!

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < are you ready dude???

ARQUIUSPRITE: 🕶️--> Yes!

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < lets DO this thing

ARQUIUSPRITE: 🕶️--> Yes!!

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < lets make this shit work

ARQUIUSPRITE: 🕶️--> Yes!!!

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < where doing it man

ARQUIUSPRITE: 🕶️--> YES!!!!

DAVEPETASPRITE^2: B33 < where MAKING THIS HAPEN

ARQUIUSPRITE: 🕶️--> YES!!!!!

[brothersonahotelbed]

mom // ma

pesto & penne rigate in the kitchen, Mom's at the table, in the dark, alone, working on her bowl. she's got her phone open to the app she uses to track my dad when he's out. this is the modern version of wife at the window, standing on the balls of her feet waiting for husband to come home to eat her food and make her feel human again. she's forgotten to turn on the light eating in the dark by herself staring at that goddamn phone as if everything'll be okay once it beeps, says, "Arrived." eyes cloudy and tired in the glow of the phone and so i make myself a bowl, and i set it next to hers, turn on the light. Things are less scary in the dark. i almost seem normal as i get iced tea from the fridge. i only drink it when there's pesto for dinner. Mom drinks it every meal.

i regret that i don't call her "Ma," all nasally and with a crooked smile, bending down to kiss her cheek, tell her, "I'm fine, Ma" when she proffers another plate of food because i'm so busy and have to get down to vincenzo's i got business to take care of, Ma, you understand – but it's okay. We've both assimilated into a new culture of apathy and false happiness only difference is she's no longer fluent in her native tongue, and i was born not knowing how to love.

i tell her about the pesto It's from a jar but there's no way you can fuck up pesto, right? "It's good, Ma," i want to say "I love you, Ma," i want to say. instead, i clear our plates and pour her another glass of tea. i'm like a bird to a window i don't think i'll ever get this right and the only thing i seem to know how to do is say just what she doesn't need to hear. we're so dissimilar and this is what i've lost since accepting my boyhood. the "mother's daughter"-ness the shattered glass-ness of being the girl your mother never was of sharing the same anger from the same place of sounding the same when you yell at each other, like screaming at another version of yourself.

Sorry, Ma, i guess because you miss my long hair and you saved that picture of me – the only time i tried makeup, you keep it close to you because maybe if you hold on tight & hope hard enough, maybe the mother's love'll fix me. and that is your cross to bear. that is the mother's curse.

when she leaves the kitchen, she forgets to turn off the light. it's time to sit alone on the couch now, then bedtime at 9 i've memorized everything about her, I know everything about you, Ma & that's why i tell her goodnight, don't put up a fight about nighttime prayers, bring up a bottle of water for her because she won't remember till she's thirsty and comfortable in bed. this is the duty i repay to her – no, Ma, this is the duty i repay to you i wasn't good enough to be the daughter you needed but pesto's pesto even if it's from a jar. "goodnight" is still "goodnight," even when you don't understand me, even when i understand what i'm doing to you.

i'll be working my whole life to pay off this debt to you and at night i remember to turn off the kitchen light.

[bribumblebee]

Finally responding to the few games I've been tagged in! Thank you @cha-melodius @happiness-of-the-pursuit @getmehighonmagic

Not tagging anyone cause I'm so late, but thank you to those who tagged me 🥹❤️

First up is the Pinterest game

Rules: search fashion, pantone, mood, food and share the first (or one of the top five) images it gives you

These all seem pretty on par for me, so kudos to Pinterest on this one!

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Next is the Character Vibes Poll

Rules: Pick four characters from four fandoms and let your followers decide whose vibes/personality fit you the most.

Ha, I know which one I'd pick for myself from this poll...😂

Get to Know Me, This or That: RWRB Edition, and About Me under the cut.

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Next is Get to Know Me

Favorite color: Blue

Last song: Probably either something from SIX or Eminem's new album

Currently reading: Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë

Currently watching: A Yankees game, and maybe the Euro 2024 Finals later

Currently craving: Idk if craving is the right word, but I'm waiting on a RWRB poster to arrive in the mail

Coffee or tea: Neither

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Next is This or That: RWRB Edition

The rules: I’ll list two things and you pick your favourite and bold it. Or pick both of you can't choose, I’m not your mum. And then tag some friends to join in if you like.

Here we go:

// Cakegate or the Great Turkey Calamity // Red Room or tack room // strumpet or biscuit // Don’t Stop Me Now or Your Song // Yes, good, carry on or We all must learn and grow // Prince Buttercup or Hoe Dameron // Henry runs on NYE or Henry runs from the lake house // I am very, very gay or Bisexuality truly is a rich and complex tapestry // fire under your ass for no good goddamn reason or bottom of the pie crust chat // baby or sweetheart // The whole bloody time or set me on fire // Empire Strikes Back or Return of the Jedi // AN INCOMPLETE LIST or your body comes back to me in dreams // burgundy velvet suit or midnight-blue bomber jacket // bad metaphors about maps or hometown stuff // obtuse fucking asshole or then fucking have me // America: He is my choice or Never tell me the odds // sería una mentira porque no sería él or history, huh? // I’m never gonna love anybody in the world like I love you or I love him on purpose //

Thank you for this @myheartalivewrites ❤️

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Finally, we have About Me (idk if it's called that, but)

I’m over 5’5” / I wear glasses or contacts / I have blonde hair / I often wear sweatshirts / I prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / I have one or two piercings / I have at least one tattoo / I have blue eyes / I have dyed or highlighted my hair / I have or have had braces / I have freckles / I paint my nails / I typically wear makeup / I don’t often smile / resting bitch face / I play sports / I play an instrument / I know more than one language / I can cook or bake / I like writing / I like to read / I can multitask / I’ve never dated anyone / I have a best friend I’ve known for over five years / I am an only child

Wow, not much going on here, I guess...😅

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I don't actually write fanfiction, so no OC Piccrew or Fashion Forward Friday game responses from me.