#gotta get the creativity juices going first

[givemaycoffee]

Just wrote 1.4K words of an AU that I’m not sure I’ll be able to follow to completion, but man… do I want to 👀

The premise is so extremely tantalizing to me, but idk if I’ve got it in me to write something as long as it’d need to be 😩

[merlinaknight]

would you like a nice glass of

[signedkoko]

Could I get a Mammon, Vox and Husk with a S/O who gets harassed on the street and their reaction? You can have full creative control over what type of harassment!

I love your fics- if this isn’t getting the creative juices flowing just let me know and I’ll request something different <3

🦷 anon

Husk | Mammon | Vox [Romantic]

In which some loathsome idiot thinks they'll get away with harassing their beloved s/o.

One of your favourite date nights is spent bar hopping

Pop a drink or two in each one, sometimes sharing one cocktail, his wing draped around you, your head leant on his shoulder, humming to the music surrounding you

Both of you had a preference for the less popular spots, the kinds of places you got the weirdest combinations, where he could be inspired and you could give him thoughts

The plus side of the smaller joints was that the music was never too loud, drinks were cheaper, and there was always a few spots free at the bar

Downside was that most places had their regulars, the kind of people who couldn't get in anywhere else

The kind of desperation that builds and spreads like mold in the corner of a dark room next to a leaky pipe

On a few occasions, someone would harmlessly ask to buy you a drink and would turn tail when Husk gave them his usually 'fuck off' look

But this time, the guy would just not get the hint

" What? Already claimed dibs on the bitch? "

Yeah- no, that attitude towards you is not going to fly

Not even three seconds and there's a bottle smashed on the drunk demons head, and three cards flying back into Husk's hand

That's when the bleeding starts

You slap a 20 down for your bill and jump straight up, already being dragged by Husk out the door

Insists if he stayed there you would have both gotten banned anyways, and he likes that spot

You guys don't really go out so casually without a good reason, or just for old times sake

A sin and his spouse on a city street in greed was just asking for bad things to happen

But still, if you asked and he had nothing that day, Mammon would always rather get quality time with you and people watch

Thats most of your conversation, pointing out demons and joking about what you think they are like, what the do, how they speak

It's always a fun game, until some newcomer saw you laughing at him and marched right up, clearly on something and clearly ready to have a go at someone

The moment he reaches for your wrist, his thumb falls to the floor, a messy and jagged cut the only sign of attack besides one of Mammons spider legs now revealed

Before he can even realize the pain or what's happened, Mammon lets out a menacing laugh

" Every extra inch towards my broad is another finger. "

That demon was already screaming and running away, most the crowd on the street that was watching now hurrying in any direction opposite of you and Mammon

" I'm only worth one finger? "

" Nah. Just being generous for once. "

Not really a street guy, but unfortunately some press conferences and events require mingling and interacting with others, which he never liked

Thankfully, with you he has an excuse to stay away from others, or show you off

He usually goes for the latter

He's all 'Have you met my wife?' 'My wife loves x and y!' 'Isn't my wife absolutely gorgeous?'

You are the first topic he speaks of after his company; you'd be the first if he didn't have to waste so much time being a salesman, but that is how the cookie crumbles

Sometimes when there's specific press releases, he has to send you off for a moment, where you usually go and mingle with some of the others in his industry you befriended

During one such interview, he couldn't help but spot out the corner of his eye, some lousy business woman drape her arm around your waist and grab at your hip

" Sorry yeah, this interview is over. "

Literally shoves his way over, sparks and electricity flying, to rip you out of her arms

" Baaabe, is this a friend? Whatever the case, we really gotta get going! "

Jealousy 3000

He's glad he stepped in after he overhears that lady had a habit of harassing other attendees

New clause in every interview; they have to include you or provide security over you while he is busy

Author's Note - Tooth anon comes in for another PIPIN HOT request!! I actually feel so bad because every time I take a break form writing is on yoru request and that really makes it look bad I am so sorry 😩

[nyctophiliq]

✮ ┆ "WHERE ART THOU? WHY NOT UPONETH ME?". ellie williams — “i bet we'd have really good bed chem.”

synopsis.                   you just looked so soft, almost innocent, the true definition of fizzling with sins that she needed for her new assigment

content warnings.           MDNI, nsfw content, female-bodied reader, minor dark content, continuation of 'the ideal art inside you' if you squint, reader is whiny and for what? FOR FINGERS, fingering, knife/mixing knife/palette knife (it's used for mixing paint FYI), use/mention of blood

author's note.                   I KNOW THE TITLE HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH ART, but you gotta give me credit for the double-fisting that this fic is gonna be, both art and "art" is gonna be involved LMAO enough yapping, haven't written for ellie in a hot minute, enjoy the sickening(?) smut

you could never really understand the idea behind how just one look at an empty bowl, a half-filled glass of orange juice, a silly joke you made, or an irritated professor spitting their truth out onto their class sparked the countless paintings, drawings, and songs ellie came up and eventually made it into a thing. sure, some of these little things flickered some creativity in you too that made you reach for an eraser and pencil, but never in the same sense compared to ellie's.

it's one of her 'running on fumes and creating art', or in layman's terms- she is late with an assignment again.

as she kneeled above you in awe, three fingers knuckle deep inside of your hot and flushed cavern, just barely moving to keep you letting those lustful noises out that she adored so much. ellie's cheeks flushed red- was it more because of how worked up she was getting and less because of how embarrassed she felt being so vulnerable? is it desperation for your physical validation or that her mind is so starved of art it depraves her thoughts?

so many questions are and will be left unanswered, you whimper, hips arching into her hand when her fingertips curl the slightest, all your queries slipping from your mind for the benefit of ellie not slipping out of you.

she was experimenting, as she does most of the time, trying to see how much more and how different sounds can you let out. a rough hum leaves you, a sweet little cry that could alone send her over the edge.

"a little bit more, alright?"

she wasn't that cruel, it's only been fifteen or so minutes that she edged you and as much as she knew how mean of her it was to just want to listen to your moans all day, until your throat went sore, until your brain was incapable of recreating human noises. she really couldn't keep her own canvas empty, unfinished, waiting for her to find a solution to the theme and topic that landed the two of you in this position in the first place.

you mewled, losing sense of your surroundings as her fingers curled once again. the tips were touching that spongy spot inside of you, forcing a sudden hiss out that turned into a content sigh as you felt the knot in your stomach slowly tea. your breath shortened, hand grabbing into her knee as soon as she picked her pace up.

"'m g-gonna cum...!"

that's when she knew, the second you dug your nails into her skin, bruising her as you did so, ellie pulled out one of her blunter mixing knives, with not much time to think about where or how to make the cut for your blood fizzling with ecstasy.

but the best idea she had was your hand, it was already on her, and you wouldn't even notice in your orgasm-diluted sense of reality. "go on, let it all go." as she whispered the words she made the cut, not too deep, not too shallow, breathless as she watches both you and the blood trickle all over and dampening skin.

"fuck, fuck, i c-can't-"

oh, at times like this how soft she could be, leaning down to cradle you with her body, lowering herself so you can burry your face into her shoulder, the satisfied sighs and moans leaving your mouth soaked up by her skin and bones as your juices leaked into her palm. she pulled away, not too fast, not too slow as her fingers slipped out of you before she gazes at the back of your hand still sitting on her knee, twitching from the last of your orgasm. she played with the stretchy juices for a second but she was quick to go and waste it away by drying her fingers in the sheets. her lips agape as her breath got heavy, shaking as she replayed your moans in her head- the second she cut you, the slow trickle and your faltering noises, how she mentally was picking out the brush she's gonna steal the glistening red liquid away from you to plaster her canvas in with.

she got what she wanted, and you got what you deserved.

[luludeluluramblings]

Smalltown Characters Background

A/N: Just a brief introduction to Smalltown's residents from the Smalltown!Meta!Reader series. I'll try to keep them general for the main story, but this is just extra to give y'all some lore on what Reader's got going on back home. It's not vital to the series, but it'll help. (Y'all might see me reuse these character's in other things.)

Smalltown is meant to be located in Louisiana.

Judith Anderson “Nana” 

Reader’s Step-grandmother, Samuel’s mother.

Don’t let the name fool you, as much as Reader loves their family Nana can be a bit controlling. She didn’t exactly approve of Adeline, Momma. Being that Adeline, Reader's Momma, though from a respectable and wealthy family, already had a child. It took some time getting used to, but eventually she grew very fond of her step-grandchild. It isn’t until Reader’s abilities manifest that she goes full Yandere. And, she’s a desperate controlling one. She wants Reader to stay in Smalltown, not just because she loves them and adores them, but because it gives her clout. Not many people can say they have such a divine being calling them Nana, as if she'd ever give that up to some sinful city slickers.

Charles Anderson “Grand Daddy”

Reader’s Step-grandfather, Samuel’s Mother

He’s an extremely serious and quiet man. Very much like his son in how he spoils his wife by doing anything she asks. If Nana wants something done, Grand Daddy will do it. Fix the sink? He’ll do it. Build a shed? He’ll do it. Take that bitch that tried to hurt their grand baby out back and feed their limbs to the alligators? He’ll do it. He’s always been fond of Reader. He’s very happy to have them as his grandchild, and hates the thought of them settling for something less or away from them. Their abilities just make the world more dangerous for them. It’s best they stay where they can be kept safe. 

Amelia “Mae” Palmer

Reader’s Childhood Bestfriend

Smalltown’s resident bug fanatic and fashion expert. A very unusual girl. But, Reader was their first friend and she adores them. They never judged her for collecting bugs. They always played with them and encouraged them. All Mae wants to do is be the one to dress Reader for their entire lives. She just wants to dress Reader in the clothes she’s made. She doesn't want anyone else’s designs to touch their skin. That’s her job. She’s fine if Reader leaves Smalltown. Just don't wear other people’s trash clothing and designs. Don't let it touch your precious skin. She fully plans on following Reader to Gotham. As if she’d let those pompous assholes dress her best friend.

Tanner H. Palmer

Reader’s Childhood Crush and Childhood Best Friends Older Brother

Tanner has always had a puppy crush on Reader. Hard not to when they treated his younger sister so kindly and were always following him around to play. It got worse when they got older and Reader’s crush grew more and more oblivious. Unfortunately, with how protective the entire town was, he wasn’t allowed to do anything due to their age gap. Reader dating in high school put him through utter hell. He lost a few screws and his temper during that time. He may have caused a few rumors that resulted in some of the competition being dragged out into the bayou. But, really? Those asses claimed to love Reader yet had the audacity to smile at someone else. Clearly they were just playing with Reader’s feelings. Getting them out of the way would open the position by Reader’s side for someone much more worthy. Naturally, Reader being sent to Gotham put a damper on his plans. But, not all is lost. He’s got Nana and the rest of Smalltown’s favor now. They just need to lure Reader back and then he’ll get his chance. What are those arrogant Gotham elites going to do about it? They don’t know Reader like he does.

A/N: I'll try to draw up some of the characters and make a background like this for Momma, Daddy, and Little Brother.

A/N: Part Seven is in the works. Just gotta get the creative juices flowing.

[gentlebeardsbarngrill]

05/03/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Rhys Darby; Taika Waititi; Samba Schutt; Nathan Foad; Erroll Shand; AdoptOurCrew Convention Guide; Our Flag Makes A Difference; Fan Spotlight; MerMay; Love Notes; Daily Darby/Tonight's Taika

== Cast & Crew Sightings ==

= Rhys Darby =

Samba did some great impressions of Rhys in his video below, but as much as we love those impressions sometimes there's no replacement for the real thing! So here's some Darby for you today!

Img Src: Samba's Instagram

But wait-- there's more! New Cryptid Factor Episode! Check it out here on Spotify.

= Taika Waititi =

A quick additional photo from the shoot Taika did not too long ago! Photography by @atibaphoto Creative direction by @justinoshea

Img Src: christinecentenara Instagram

In addition, Rita uploaded some quick photos of Taika today from the other TYPEBEA launch at a Sephora in NYC-- they were quickly deleted, so maybe they'll show up later again on her instagram. Thanks to @taikaarchives for catching them!

Img Src: The Taika Archives on Twitter

== Samba Schutte ==

Samba's still raising money for @everymomcounts! You can still get access to his Crew For Life Shirt, as well as his Mother's Day Weekend baking class where he'll be making Rhys' favorite: Rosy Maple Moth Pie! Wanna get it on it? Head on over to: Stands for the shirt/cooking class, or just the cooking class here.

== Erroll Shand ==

Just a quick snapshot with Erroll and his pups <3 Always good to see him pop up on our feeds.

= Nathan Foad =

Nathan's always gotta look cute for the camera doesn't he?

Img Src: Nathan Foad's IG

== Adopt Our Crew ==

Our friends over at Adopt Our Crew have created a Convention Calendar for 2024! First up is Basingstoke Comic Con May 10-12! Remember to tag them on IG and Twitter if you want to share pics, videos, etc!

Source: @adoptourcrew Twitter

== Our Flag Makes A Difference ==

Some of our lovely crew over at Our Flag Makes A Difference have started a new fundraiser, this time for the student protesters across the country who have been wrongfully arrested. If this is a cause you're interested in / have the capacity to hhelp out with, feel free to visit the GiveButter page. They're already at $1245 of their $10000 Goal.

== Articles ==

== Fan Spotlight ==

= Cast Cards =

@melvisik's Cast Cards tonight is for James Barrington! One of the English Soliders that deserved to get slapped by Roach!

Src: @melvisik's Twitter

== OFMD Colouring Pages ==

More title cards from @patchworkpiratebear! Have some free time and need something to relax to? Pull out some crayons or art supplies and get those creative juices flowing!

= Stede & Ed (Calvin & Hobbes Redraw) =

More Stede & Ed comics by our magnificant @blakbonnet! She's given us so many adorable Calvin & Hobbes Redraws! Thank you Meow for giving us something silly and fun to look forward to in these crazy days. Please head over to her blog and send her some love <3

== MerMay ==

= Day 3: "A curse is a curse" =

= @blueberreads =

It's an older model-- but it checks out! Our kind and creative crewmate @blueberreads submitted a gif they made previously for today's MerMay! I'm not complaining! More cursed suit please!

= @snejpowa =

Our glorious and generous crewmate @snejpowa has been participating in the SaveOFMD Crew's MerMay as well! Check out some of their submissions below!

== Love Notes ==

Hey Lovelies, it's been another very long day-- but we made it! We made it to the end of the week! Tomorrow is Saturday (it already is for some of you) so please oh please take some time to relax and get outside for a few minutes if you can.

I am fading fast, but I wanted to still send some love, so here's some notes from some other folks. Love you crew, take care of yourselves and do whatever you need to do to unwind this weekend (cry, draw, write, scream into the void, go outside for a walk, whatever you need).

Stay soft lovelies <3

Art below by @thelatestkate

== Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika ==

This weekend we're going to be watching WWDITS 2014 + Rhys' episode of Wellington Paranormal, and Love birds on the RhysDarbyFaction server, so those movies are the theme tonight! Wanna join us? They start at 1 pm MT / 12 pm PT / 3 pm ET each day.

Tonight's gifs are courtesy of @ deliciousnecks and @ fandomsmeantheworldtome

[i-care-4u]

SWEET TALK | J.HARLOW

PAIR: JACK HARLOW X READER

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED | MASTERLIST

your friend alice recently invited you to be featured in her podcast, and you accepted her request. it was only monday and you had no plans, so why not give it a try?

jack left earlier today to go to the studio and you gave him a quick call, “hi love, i just wanted to let you know that i’ll be out with alice, you might remember her.”

“of course i remember her, she’s your best friend that does that podcast. i hope you have fun babe!”

“anyway, i got to go. see you!” you hung up, and you started the engine to drive to alice’s home.

as soon as you parked your car outside alice’s house, you make your way towards her door. you started knocking her door.

“who is it?”

you deepened your voice, “uhm, delivery for alice!”

alice opened the door and reached for a hug, “it’s an honor to see you again, y/n. come on in.”

while walking towards her studio, alice offered you a drink, “you want water? juice? tea?”

“water is fine, thank you,” you replied. alice ran to grab a bottle of water for you.

-

before starting, you and alice did some preparations.

“you gotta take some deep breaths and,” alice did some breath exercises with you and exhaled, “let it all out.”

you opened the water bottle cap, “let me take a sip of water real quick.” once you finished, you allowed alice to start the episode.

“hello, hello everyone. welcome to the podcast.” alice greeted. “today we have a wonderful guest, and you may already seen her before on my instagram. if you haven’t, she’s one of the most creative people out there, and i’m warning you, she is the moment.”

you pointed at yourself, “she’s talking about me, i’m that girl!”

alice added, “and that girl’s name is y/n l/n for those who did not know.”

alice and you began making conversation, talking about the busy life and the fun of adulthood. there was endless things you can talk about, and one of the topics was your romantic relationship with jack.

“we see those posts with jack, y/n, but everyone is dying to know, how’s life with him?”

you laughed at her comment, “it’s beautiful. these last couple months were a lot to sink in, but it was fun at the end. every morning, i got to wake up alongside him and he will always tell me that this is the life that he had always dreamed of.”

“you guys are too fucking cute. i’m glad that you enjoyed tour.”

“thank you. right now we’re readjusting to our schedules, and it’s so crazy how one day we’re in milan and the next day we’re in atlanta.”

“how long have you and jack been together?”

“this would be our third year of dating,” you raised hands, thinking about the fans that go deep diving into you and jack’s relationship, “not very exciting news for the fans, but recently me and jack have decided to get a dog.”

“thats exciting! do whatever that makes you happy y/n. it’s you and jack’s decision after all.”

you and alice talked for another twenty-five minutes before she stopped recording due to timely reasons. after the episode ended, you and alice smiled at each other.

“thank you, y/n for being here once again.”

“thank you, alice. it’s such an honor to star in an episode of yours. i feel so proud of you, you’re going places.” alice hugged you one last time before you went back home. it was one of the best interviews that you ever had.

-

it’s been four days since you recorded the podcast episode with alice, and today was friday, day of the release.

you woke up to see the other side of the shared bed empty. the first thing you did was turning on your phone to see the time. “12:47,” you read.

you went to the bathroom to do what you got to do, skin care, brushing your teeth, etc. when you finished, you went to the kitchen, where you saw jack wearing his airpods max.

“baby, i’m right here,” you hugged him from behind, seeing that he is watching alice’s podcast with you being the guest star.

jack paused the video and showed his screen to you, “morning beautiful, just listening to my daily news.”

his way of words made you laugh a little, “don’t be so old-timey, jack.”

he pleads, “don’t you want me to support you?”

“yeah, but not in front of me,” you look up to jack, face-to-face.

he bent down a little to kiss your forehead, “whatever you say, i’m still proud of how far you’ve gotten. i can’t believe you spoke very highly about me, i feel special.”

“what can i say, i have the best boyfriend.”

[gaybananabread]

Hii!! I'm so glad that you're gonna participate in the augtickletober! Please consider writing number 25 with lee todoroki, where he gets gang tickled by the boys from class 1A hehehe (I feel like I've seen many gang tickles for Bakugou/Midoriya, but rarely seen it for Todoroki, and I feel like Todoroki somehow deserves it). (Please no foot tickles) If you need plot recommendation (but feel free to use your own hehe): - The boys of 1A decided to help Todoroki practice since basically he's the one that hasn't received his provisional license. - Class 1A is having a field trip, and the boys have deep talks at their sleeping hall before sleeps and the topic of "Todoroki rarely laughs" pops up I hope this idea works well! Thank you so much for participating in this event, looking forward to it!!

TickleTober Day 25 - Gang Tickles

THIS! Thank you for the kind words and awesome ideas Anon! Definitely got my creative juices flowing! Sorry this is so late, I’ve had quite the week (O~O) And the candy-cane could definitely go with some gang tickling. Mans needs to laugh more! Did a handful of the 1A boys, just because more than 5 lers on one person gets a little iffy. Anywhosit, thank you for requesting, and I hope you Enjoy!

Lee: Todoroki

Lers: Kirishima, Sero, Kaminari, Midoriya, Bakugou

Summary: On a class field trip, the boys of 1A get to talking about their multi-quirked peer. After discovering that they all rarely hear his laugh, the goobers make it their mission to get him to crack a smile. Some fun, ticklish methods are utilized.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!

It was a rare, yet heavily anticipated day for Class 1A; Fieldrip Day was finally upon them. They were out at one of the pro’s training facilities. One of All Might’s favorites, to be specific. The facility had a few sports fields, a training hall, and some nice barracks. If anything, it was better than a day of doing schoolwork at UA. Nothing against Aizawa; the teens just liked the change in pace. Plus, no math for a day.

Every student enjoyed the day; even Bakugou cracked a few genuine smiles. Ready to rest and recover, the boys hit the showers and got ready to sleep. Tokoyami was out the moment he arrived, not caring for small talk. A few conversations floated around the room as the male students entered the barracks, one in particular sticking out.

“Hey, Todoroki never really laughs, does he?” Sero had been the first to bring it up, but at that point, every student had their own little thought to add. “You’re right, I’ve really only heard him laugh once or twice. He smiles, but those are rare too!” Denki had seemed particularly surprised at the revelation.

“Why do you extras care? That half-and-half stiff is just taking after his father. Pros like him don’t act all happy,” Bakugou tossed his hair towel to the side, almost hitting Aoyama with the soggy thing. Kirishima, ever the apologist, tried to redeem anything the blonde had just said. “Th-that might be part of it, but he could just be a stoic dude. I wouldn’t call him a stiff, Bakubro. He’s just…a little serious.”

The tape hero jumped back in, trying to keep his conversation on topic. “Only time I’ve seen him even giggle was when Mr. Smiley attacked. Still, the guy pretty much held it in! Bakugou even laughed when he got hit, man!” That got a growl from said blonde, Sero nervously chuckling at the murderous glare he received.

Midoriya was fidgeting with his sleeve, looking down as they argued. He knew something they all didn’t, and saw a much different side of Todoroki. Iida noticed his antsy demeanor, outing him to his peers. “You seem rather tense, Midoriya. Care to share what’s on your mind?”

He squeaked at the sudden attention, feeling their eager eyes on him. “U-uhm, I dunno. It’s not really my place to share it…” Denki, bored and ever the trouble maker, pressed the matter. “Aww, c’mon Midoriya! You can’t just not tell us! We gotta know!”

The angel and devil on his shoulder fought for a few seconds, coming to the ultimate conclusion that a little laughter could do his friend some good. “W-well, I’ve seen Todoroki laugh quite a few times. You kinda gotta…m-make him, though.” The interested students hung on his every word, soaking in the new information. Make him? “What’dya mean by that, Midobro?

Izuku sighed, knowing they would want to hear more. At least Kirishima was nice about it. “He’s…he’s ticklish. Like, pretty badly ticklish. I’ve managed to get him really laughing a few times; it isn’t all that hard.”

Every teen that was paying attention seemed shocked. The serious, stoic, hardly-cracked-a-smile guy Todoroki was ticklish? It seemed hard to believe; the image of their emotionally distant peer a giggly, blushing, mess was just too obscure to imagine. Denki made sure to point it out. “No way! I’ve poked him before, and got nothing! I’d know if Todoroki was ticklish.”

Bakugou stared down his childhood friend before interrupting. He knew the greenette well enough to tell when he was lying. “Nah, the nerd’s telling the truth. Icy-hot is fucking ticklish.”

Kaminari looked like he’d just won the lottery. A goofy smirk formed on his face as he made a joke. “Wow, Todoroki is actually ticklish. I’m gonna go visit Hell for a bit, now that it’s frozen over.” Ojiro, rolling his eyes at the line, tased the goofy blonde’s side.

Iida regretted asking, feeling a bit guilty for indirectly exposing his classmate’s secret.. “Can you all be mature about anything? Our classmate would not appreciate us gossiping about this personal aspect!” Bakugou rolled his eyes, flopping on his mattress. “Pull the stick out your ass, four eyes. It’s just stupid shit, not like we’re talkin’ bout his dirty secrets or anything.”

The class president squawked at his argument, but didn’t get a chance to yell at him before Kirishima cut back in. “HEY! Why don’t we all put this info to use and, I dunno, make the guy laugh. I think we can all agree that he needs it.”

Nobody argued with him there. Not every student was up for it, some fearing retribution, others not wanting to be crispy-fried or frozen solid. In the end, the team consisted of Kirishima, Sero, Kaminari, Midoriya, and surprisingly Bakugou. They got a plan together; all they needed was the dual-quirked teen.

-

Todorki had always enjoyed longer showers; it felt nice to just stand under the water and think. He was expecting a few of his peers to question how long he took, though he wasn’t prepared to have five of them eagerly eyeing him as he left the showers. The boy tried to keep the suspicion out of his voice as he spoke to them. “Do you all need something from me?”

The electric blonde smirked, stepping forwards. “Actually, yeah.” With that, the group went into action. Catching him by surprise, Sero came up behind him and shot tape around his hands, hoisting them above his head. Kirishima held the shocked teen in place as Sero got a few more layers of tape on his hands and forearms, thoroughly restraining him.

Normally, Todo would’ve just burned throughout the tape and left. With his peers so close, however, he was hesitant; he couldn’t risk hurting them. The teen tugged at his arms, shooting a glare at his classmates. “What’re you all doing?”

They answered his question pretty quickly. Kaminari squeezed his sides, while Sero poked along his spine. He snapped his mouth shut, eyes growing wide. Oh, they didn’t. He forced out an order, managing to contain his giggles. “G-get off of me!”

This only encouraged his “attackers.” Sero used both hands, dragging his nails down Todoroki’s spine. The candy-cane arched his back, flinching right into Kirishima’s wiggling fingers on his belly. That got a snort out of him, the serious teen’s cheeks dusted with red.

“Oooh, someone’s ticklish!” It was already a struggle to hold in his giggling; Kaminiari’s stupid teases were an unfair challenge. “Sh-shut uhup!” The electric student gasped, eyes lighting up with playful mischief. “Was that a giggle?! C’mon, gimme a few more!”

Who knew Kaminari would be so good at teasing? The student definitely didn’t, that’s for sure. Thankfully, he moved his fingers to the boy’s armpits, trying to find his worst spot; he didn’t realize he had already found it. “How about here, huh? Does this tickle?” That damn word… He wished he could delete it from the blonde’s vocabulary.

Midoriya tried to conceal a smile, watching his peer move farther away from the jackpot he was looking for. He was conflicted; on one hand, it was wonderful to see Todoroki like this around other people. On the other hand, he would probably be more than a little betrayed if the greenette revealed his worst spot. Decisions, decisions… Eh, what’s the worst that could happen?

“You know you’re getting colder, right?” All four of the perpetrators turned to him, Todoroki’s eyes narrowed in a “don’t you dare” expression. Ignoring it and the inevitable revenge, he continued. “You actually already found it. It’s right around here…”

Denki parted the waters for him, letting the freckled teen do his thing. With an apologetic smile, he clawed at Todoroki’s navel, not flinching at the howl of laughter the action received. The other students’ eyes lit up, though Bakugou tried to conceal his. Izuku stepped back, leaving his friends the chaotic seed he’d planted.

Ten fingers immediately latched onto Todo’s stomach, Kaminari wasting no time. Loud, surprisingly bubbly laughter burst from him, a wide smile growing on the face of the typically-earnest teen. “N-NOHOHO! MIHIDORIYAHA! TRAHAHAITOR!”

That started a little competition; an unspoken game of “Who Can Get Todoroki to Laugh the Loudest” beginning between the four teens. Denki was in the lead, scribbling in and around his navel and teasing his lower belly. Kirishima was in a semi-close second, drilling his fingertips into the multi-quirked boy’s hollows. Sero, deciding to be a menace, toyed near his spine, tracing teasy little shapes up and down his back. Bakugou and Izuku hung back, though the explosive blonde seemed ready to jump in.

Todoroki was burning; not literally, but he could feel the heat on his cheeks. He trusted his classmates not to go too far, but damn, that shit tickled. He was mainly nervous of Bakugou; they had already found his worst spot, but he knows one more that would make the goofiness much more unbearable. A spot that Baku knew.

Deciding that he had waited long enough, the fiery teen cracked his knuckles, approaching the group. He crouched down, going for Todo’s outer thigh. He clawed at the outer edges, making sure to keep things as comfortable as they could be.

Todoroki shrieked at the addition of the spot, four people now trying their best to wreck him. It was almost maddening; all he could think about was “tickles, tickles shIT THAT TICKLES!” over and over again. His entire face was a bright red, almost matching the left side of his hair. “NAHAHAHA! GUHU- PLEHEHEASE! NOHO MOHOHORE!”

Denki saw how wild all the tickling was driving his classmate. Deciding to show some mercy, he went for one more scribble on the boy’s navel before backing away. Kirishima also took the hint, ending the underarm tickles. Bakugou reluctantly pulled away, not wanting to seem silly compared to the other two. Sero continued out of pure spite, wanting to hear the giggles a little longer.

The hot-and-cold student was wiped; five of his classmates “tormenting” him was exhausting. He practically hung from the tape restraints, giggling softly as Sero continued to softly tickle his back. It honestly just made him more tired, but in a good way. He still wanted it to end, but they were relaxing in the silliest way.

Midoriya checked the time, seeing how late it was getting. He had always been a bit of a mother-hen when it came to his close friends, even though he got injured far worse and much more often than they did. “Come on, Sero. He’s had enough.” The tape hero-in-training backed away, a smug smile on his face. “Fine. You know he was enjoying it, though.”

Kirishima hardened his hand, cutting the tape around the giggly, exhausted teen’s arms. It quickly unraveled, Todo swaying into Midoriya’s waiting arms. He carried his classmate over to the half-and-half student’s bed for the night, laying him down and pulling the blankets over him. He was out in seconds.

The rest of their classmates snickered quietly, each going either back to sleep or to their devices. The goof troop that wrecked him fist-bumped, silently cheering a job well-done. Sero, still proud of himself for bringing it up and starting it all, chuckled. “I’ll admit, that was pretty fun. Nice to see him laugh like that.”

His friends agreed, even Bakugou huffing a quiet “I guess” before heading to his bed. The teen had a strict sleep schedule, and while the tickling was fun, it did delay that. The rest snickered before dispersing, each heading to their own sleeping spots.

Todoroki found himself smiling and laughing a lot more after that day, be it from cheesy jokes or the occasional side poke. And honestly? He didn’t really mind. Turns out even the most serious of teenagers can enjoy a good laugh with friends every once in a while.

[eventinelysplayground]

A Glance & A Dance

This is @violettduchess request for my 50 follower event. I already explained the saga behind this but it really was so much fun! I decided to go less trauma more because the one I had with more trauma and angst was getting pretty dark and I also couldn't pull it together. Only thing I wish I could have come up with a better title, I'm trying to get more creative with them just it's not working well. I hope you enjoy and that it adds to your day, and thanks again for the support and congrats! Mild swearing, WC approx 1967.

The stars in the night sky glimmered like jewels, as did the young ladies in their splendid dresses. The palace ballroom was lively and the music drifted on the night breeze while everyone laughed and enjoyed themselves, everyone except for two princes who stood on opposite sides of the room, one smiling while talking with everyone and masking his pain, the other silently watching.

He's always been strong. He'll get over her, he has to.

The first notes of another waltz began to play but rather than ask any of the dozen young ladies around him for their hand Leon gave them all a smile and walked away.

Come on Leon there's gotta be one woman here that-

“For somebody who's idea this whole thing was, you don't look to be having any fun.”

Jin didn't even bother to turn in Clavis's direction.

“Me having fun isn't the point of this.”

“Oh?”

Jin took the drink that Clavis so casually offered him and took a long sip, his gaze still focused on Leon.

“It won't work, you know that right.”

“Why not? He fell in love before and a ball is the perfect place for it after all, two hearts can become one with a dance.”

Clavis blinked in a daze for a moment then he burst out laughing.

“If it were really that easy I don't think you'd be feeling so guilty now would you."

Perceptive bastard aren't you.

“It may hurt for a while but it'll be better in the long run for everyone if he just moves on. None of us were supposed to fall in love with Emma to begin with-”

“But some of us did, didn't we? And I'm not just talking about Leon.”

Jin's grip tightened around his glass and his jaw clenched ever so slightly.

“You confessing to being in love with her too, Clavis?”

“Me no, but perhaps you want to take a good look at yourself.”

“I'm not in love with Emma.”

I can't allow myself to be. She deserves a hell of a lot better than me, better than Leon too. She deserves a life better than anything that awaited her here, she deserves to be happy.

Jin was expecting Clavis to laugh or try to push him on the matter but instead there was only silence. When he finally bothered to look at Clavis he found him staring down watching the grape juice swirl inside his glass as he toyed with it.

“I don't think any of us is qualified to give lectures on love or what to do about it to anyone but, I know Leon isn't happy and I doubt Emma is either. Is making two people so obviously miserable really the right thing to do, or is it what's easiest for you?”

Clavis didn't wait for a reply, instead walking off into the crowd leaving Jin alone with his thoughts. Jin was frustrated, not even with Clavis but with himself. How many times had he asked himself the same questions Clavis had just asked him? Jin downed the last of his drink and started walking across the ballroom.

I need some damn air.

He crossed the ballroom and exited out onto the balcony. The night air was cooling and helped to calm his thoughts as he leaned against the railing. As he stood there listening to the music he was brought back to a night similar to this one some twelve years ago.

“How have you been enjoying tonight's ball so far?”

“Fine.”

“What do you think of the guests? Any in particular that have made an impression?”

Jin knew what his father was asking and internally he grimaced.

“Sure, quite a few of them have sand in all the right places.”

“Is that all you have to say?”

“I'm sure there's a couple that wouldn't mind playing by my rules in-”

The King's fist came down hard on the balcony railing sending a dull thud into the night air.

“Is that all you care about? Just satisfying your base lust and carnal desires!”

Jin's jaw clenched, how dare his father try to lecture him on giving into base desires.

“What about your future? What about love?”

“Love!?”

Jin spat the word out as if it burned his mouth.

“Yes love. I would like for you to have love in your life, like I did once. A ball is the perfect place for that after all, it was when I was dancing with your mother that I realized how in love with her I really was.”

“What?”

“It was a waltz. We were from two different worlds and I hadn't really allowed myself to think…but all it took was a glance during that dance and I knew. She loved me and wanted me as much as I did her and so I took a chance. When the waltz was done I took her out on the balcony and I confessed my love for her and asked if she loved me in return. She gave me the sweetest smile and and an even sweeter kiss, our two hearts became one because of that dance.”

“Love is nothing but a curse.”

“Then I hope it's a curse you one day have.”

Jin stood there and sighed at the memory, he was about to go back in when he noticed Leon further down, his hands resting on the balcony railing and a look of sadness in his eyes.

Come on Leon, you have to know that doing this is best for everyone. Hell if Emma could have been happy here I would have made my move well before you ever had a chance to make her fall in love with you but she wouldn't be happy she’d just be mis-

‘Is making two people so obviously miserable really the right thing to do?’

No, no it's not. I really screwed this one up didn't I? Hopefully I still have time to make this right. I may not be the one who gets to make her happy but-

“Hey.”

Jin called out to Leon as he approached him but Leon didn't acknowledge him, things had been strained between them lately. Leon had come up with a proposal to keep Emma by his side and all their other brothers had readily agreed to it but Jin wouldn't budge, not until tonight.

“Leon.”

“Oh Jin, sorry I didn't see you out here.”

“You looked like you were thinking pretty hard about something.”

“It was nothing, do you need something or.”

“That depends.”

“On?”

“On you admitting what you were thinking about.”

“Then forget it.”

Jin knew Leon had every right to be angry with him, and that was only for the stuff Leon knew about, but the distance between them now and the venom in Leon's voice stung. As Leon began to walk back inside Jin called out to him.

“You were thinking about Emma again weren't you?”

“If you're going to try and-”

“Just listen okay, I promise you don't have to listen to another word I ever say as long as you listen to me now.”

I'm the one who needs to let go so she can be happy.

**** One year later ****

On another night when the sky was filled with stars that shined like jewels and music was carried on the breeze a prince stood silently watching but this time it wasn't another prince he watched.

Emma had agreed to annul clause ninety nine and shortly after she had returned to the palace for good. All his brothers were happy she was back but especially Leon, Jin had never seen him as happy as that night on the balcony when he told him he would give in but only if Emma agreed to it.

I guess it all worked out for the best. I'm not the type of man who could make a woman like Emma happy, not really anyways but Leon's different. I know he'll do anything to make sure her life is full of love and happiness. Guess you got your wish after all huh old man?

Jin was watching Emma as she talked with a group of women her age then suddenly their eyes met across the room and she smiled at him.

I love seeing you smile like that. If only I could truly let you go but as much as I've tried I can't.

Jin saw that Emma was excusing herself and his eyes followed her as she came to stand at his side.

“Hey there Emma, you look like you're having fun.”

“I really am, I've talked to so many people and danced so much tonight.”

“That's good, it's important to enjoy yourself.”

“What about you? I’ve barely seen you talk to anyone or dance once tonight.”

“Haha. Is that your way of trying to get me to dance with you?”

Jin reached out and playfully tousled Emma's hair.

“I'm flattered but I couldn't possibly dance with you.”

“Are you afraid I'll step on your toes like I did to Yves?”

“No, I'm afraid that with just one dance you'll fall madly in love with me.”

“Oh I see…wait, what?”

Jin slid an arm around Emma's waist, his voice taking on a seductive lilt.

“It's only natural after all, the soft music, the rhythmic motions, how close you have to be to one another, the longing gazes. One dance is all it can take for two people's hearts to become one”

This may be selfish of me but...

“It also helps that I'm already madly in love with you. I have been for a long time and I want to be the one to make you happy so badly it hurts. You have no idea how jealous I am of Leon, that he’s the one who gets to be with you, kiss you, make love to you.”

Jin tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear.

“I'm also super sexy and still in the prime of my youth, so all those combined the only thing you could do is fall in love with me and then I'd have to fight Leon for you, shirtless of course.”

I can't be with you and that's the best thing for you, even if you didn't love somebody else it would still be best for us not to be together. All I can do for you now is watch over you.

Jin’s voice was purposely light, a smile on his face and he started to laugh as he removed his hand from Emma's waist.

“You should see the expression on your face, did I take it too far this time?.”

“Jin, don't tease me like that! I thought you were serious!”

“Sorry, I promise I won't tease you like that again. How about I make it up to you by dancing with you after all?”

Jin was about to offer Emma his hand but then he noticed Leon approaching from the corner of his eye.

“Looks like that dance will have to wait for another time, unless you really do want me to fight Leon shirtless?”

“No! I'm perfectly fine with no shirtless fighting!”

“Do I want to know what the two of you were talking about?”

“Leon! Jin was just teasing me again, that's all.”

“Well then it looks like I'm just in time, care to dance Emma?”

“With pleasure!”

“See you two later. Oh and Emma, don't forget what I said, it only takes one dance.”

I don't really mind living with this curse. Leon makes you happy and as long as you can always be happy, unlike them.

The ball was long over but in the stillness just before the dawn, when shadows played along the walls there in the middle of the ballroom the ghosts of a Belle and her Prince took one more glance and one more dance.

[visiblenostalgia]

🥱The POST-Aries Eclipse…😑✨

月曜日。8日4月2024年

19° Aries: (Libra Degree) from [Sabian Symbologist],

“Only Your Soul Knows For Sure”

“…a symbol of periodic expansion of man’s freedom of spirit and soul through his widely winging interest far removed from his normal promise,” What comes from this understanding yourself before understanding others. Being YOURSELF in the CROWD. A standout.

However, they even state that detaching too much (dissociation) may lead to “scorn” from responsibilities. Healthy detachment is okay. Just be careful to dissociate yourself from everything. Feeling too much of nothing can STILL be feeling something.

(More of my experiences under the cut)

It’s like ever since this eclipse on Monday the 8th, the energy around me has been much more light and open to my energy. Like I can move on and get stuff done. I no longer feel hunkered down as I feel like I can let grudges, bygones, fucked interactions with people (mind the Aries Mercury retrograde) and forgetfulness go.

Not to mention that when I just look forward and keep on keeping on, do I “breathe in” revitalizing energy. I feel like I can take in something new as my friends and career shift to both of what’s needed of me and what are my desires.

Another thing to note was the Eclipse occurred right on my 11th house cusp. If I could call it my Secondhand Midhaven I would. My SM. Cause that’s made my work and creative life so much more passionate and enjoyable. All because of letting things, emotions, and people that did not suit me at all….go.

It feels like that first rainy day after a long brutal heatwave. I can finally feel at ease and hop onto my work.

Extra little notes of what my latest experiences were like:

I started roleplays that go episode by episode in a show and we’ve been doing our own spins on it (creative juices a’flowing babyyyyy)

Spiritual downloads of ideologies that currently don’t exist but may come these next few decades. Something aligned with (again,) Creativity, Chaos, Common Knowledge, Sensibility, Laughter, Understanding divine timing…. TRUE Healing too (not running away or asking too much from therapy. Cause if you’re not growing yourself day by day (of course with a little advice but not too much to over rely) there’s no way).

Just being around friends who understand me. Being around people who are just here for a good time. Fighting only takes so much out of the human spirit. Gotta remember that night will hit and the hay needs someone to rest against it.

Some music I found that matched what it feels like coming out of that eclipse.

This one mainly being the sole reason why I love my state (and how lucky we are to get totality even if it was cloudy as fuck. PEOPLE STILL GOT TOGETHER TO HANG OUT)

I salute to you Texas. May the lone star state shine forever in our proud favor.

I’ve also dabbled in more Nu Metal because of the crazy war vibes from Aries alone.

Another song from Cowboy Carter that just makes me feel so ready to jump out there and smile:

😵‍💫Pre-Solar: in between…🤬

金曜日。5日4月2024年

Now that I think more on some stuff:

This is a side track where it was IN-BETWEEN the two eclipses from Libra Lunar and Aries Solar.

I saw The First Omen and good god did it make me feel the uncomfortableness of it all within that eclipse cycle. It scared me five times not gonna lie. And I haven’t cringed harder than I have since then.

What surprised me was that the Astrology for WHEN EXACTLY I went also lined up with something.

Moon (Emotions/Feelings) conjunct with Mars (Intensity/Drive) and Saturn (Structure/Discipline + Nihilism/Realism). Saturn tends to put pressure on systems it seems unfit or not suitable for the others around. A “YOU BEST GIT YOUR ACT TOGETHER” energy. ESPECIALLY WITH MARS. Not to mention Pisces rules religious beliefs and ideologies that are overwhelmingly large and complex. Combining all four……also added onto the fact that said movie watched was The First Omen…

It made me understand something….

That movie was about Religious Dogmatism and you couldn’t tell me otherwise! (Do tell me otherwise LMAO)

🐟🔥🪐

Much love to the astrology community guys. Hope you guys have been eating well and doing your best to protect your energy cause the world wants to bring yours down every day no matter what form.

🫶

[beeandheroddobsessions]

My Old Man

Pairing: Elvis presley x Black!Female!Reader

Summary: FLUFF! The reader and Elvis watch their grandson’s interview and listen on as he explains why he’s excited to get married.

Warnings: Mention of pills(the kind elderly people take), reminisces, Very breif mention of race issues (like, you’d miss it if you read too fast). I think that’s all but please let me know if there’s more!

A/N: I really like how this one turned out. It took me longer than i thought to read and edit. Plus when the creative juices are flowing i just keep adding. I’m rambling, happy reading!

I’m excited! Tonight, our grandson, Daniel, is being interviewed for one of these late-night shows. I settled into bed and turned the tv on. Elvis is finishing his nighty routine in the bathroom as I search for the right channel. When I find it, he still hasn't made his way out, "Honey, everything okay? You're gonna miss him!" He lets out a huff and mumbles, "Yeah, baby, I can't see the labels on the pills; we've gotta go and get new containers."

I roll my eyes and get up to help him; As I poke my head in, my face connects with my husband's pajama-clad chest "you have no faith in me, woman, alright, come on" he grabs my hand and walks me to the bed. Elvis shimmies under the covers in front of me. "I want to be the little spoon baby," I can't help the chuckle that escapes my chest.

"That's alright, E, but your daddy wasn't no glass maker; you're covering my grandbaby's face" My husband rolls his eyes and scoffs, "well, he stole it from me, Sugar" he stops his grumbling as our grandson's face graces the screen. The interviewer, James, asks him about his new movie and how he's been handling the success. We watch on proudly as he flies through question after question. Soon enough, the topic shifts to his personal life and his fiancee.

"So, Mr. Presley, you're getting married soon. Are you excited?" For the first time in the interview, we see this is where he really engages. He sits up straight, and there's a sparkle in his eye as he begins to speak.

"Please, Daniel is fine. And to answer your question, yes, I'm elated. I've met the woman I want to give my all to. She's the first thing on my mind when I wake up, and the last thing I think about before I close my eyes at night." Elvis shifts and wraps his arms around me, smiling as he kisses my temple.

James continues, " She sounds like a lucky girl. If you don't mind me asking, when did you know you wanted to marry her?" This question seems to stump Daniel; Elvis and I are invested now. We both sit up like kids listening in on adults gossiping. He starts again, "Well, if I'm, being honest, I knew the moment I met her."

James raises an eyebrow "really?" He questions, and Daniel nods.

"Yeah. Actually, It was my granddad who helped me figure that out." Elvis and I exchange a quizzical look.

"See, a few years ago, when I was like, fifteen, I asked him how he knew my grandma Y/N was the one. He told me that for him, the world stopped spinning, she took his breath away, and at that moment, she became the only woman he could see."

"Only woman, huh? I'm something special," I say as I nudge E with my elbow. His chest rumbles as he laughs "you sure are, honey, you sure are" James takes a moment to process what our grandson said. "Mrs. Presley is a lucky woman,"

Daniel laughs " Yeah, she tries to pretend that she could live without him, but you should see her when theyre apart, just miserable..." I can feel the smug look plastered on Elvis’s face without having to look, it only lasts a moment though "...Papa E ain't no better. I think he might be worse," He laughs.

James doesn't miss a beat. "Are you hoping for your marriage to play out like theirs?"

Daniel hums, "Oh absolutely, I mean not the struggle..." he says.

"…They had to fight even to be together legally; I think that's why they love each other as much as they do. One time I caught them slow dancing in the kitchen, no music or nothin'. They have such a strong bond, and I want to create something similar with my wife. Just two old souls in love." he says with a smile.

I feel my heart swell, and my eyes water a bit as I realize just how far we've come. Of course, Elvis has to go and ruin the moment. "Who's that boy callin' old?" I wipe my face with a smile "oh, hush up, El."

Daniel continues, "I just hope I get to be as happy as they are when I'm that old" Elvis can't help himself. "He said it again!" I hit him in the chest this time. "He's praising us, and you're worried about him saying we're old,"

Elvis chuckles at my disbelief. "That's 'cause we ain't, mama." I shake my head.

They begin to wrap the interview up " well, I'm sure I speak for all of us here at the studio when I say I wish you the best at this milestone and the ones to come. Unfortunately, that's all we have time for, so this has been Daniel Presley! Goodnight, everybody!"

Daniel and James wave goodnight. As the outro plays, I start to think about everything E and I have been through, and my lips start to curl into a smile as I look up at him.

"We did good, El" I murmer, he nods in agreement. "Damn right, baby, I love you," and the war begins, but I try to get ahead of him. "I love you more. Goodnight."

Before I even have the opportunity to roll over, he grips me tight flipping me so im facing him, " Uh Uh. Nice try, Honey. I love you most now Goodnight."

"Oh please, Impossible. I love you most, E" he raises a brow "you do now? You love me so much you'll do anything for me, right?" He questions. I wonder where he's going with this. I cave and respond, "Mmm, yes, E," I can see the mischief in his eyes " Then admit that I love you most, sugar," He says. Sigh, I've been beaten. I refuse to go out without a fight, though.

"Okay, only because it's you. My old man." He shoots up quickly "HEY-" I duck under the covers and close my eyes.

"Goodnight, baby!" I laugh . He huffs and pulls me close. "Goodnight, my old lady."

Taglist: @tacozebra051 @elvisshowusyourpelvis @thatbanditqueen @sunnyx07 @18lkpeters @thesweetestinspiration @pennyroyalcreep @marriedtopresley @jen6832 @kendralavon7

[celticwolf55]

It's really cool when writers have playlists for their fics cause then you see what fits woth the story and all. Fake it till you make it is the first of your fics I read and it's one of my favorites so it's nice to see that playlist.

I've never heard reckless driving before but it's really good. Like "guess I'd die to keep your eyes on me"? For wenclair? Breathtaking honestly. I've only heard one other song by this artist and theyre making me a fan of hers. The song is Hate to be lame in case you're interested.

And epic omg I first heard about it late 2021/early 2022 and I've been obsessed since. I've waited so long that I'm kinda sad it'll be over soon. Just a man is one of the best songs from epic. All the edits to it are so good they hurt. Ruthlessness has to be my favorite though cause that's where it finally hits them how screwed they are.

I'm left without a choice and without a doubt

Guess the pack of wolves is swimming with the shark now

I've gotta make you bleed, I need to see you drown

And

You are far too nice, mercy has a price

It's the final crack, we're bound to break the ice now

You reveal your name, then you let him live

Unlike you, I've got no mercy left to give 'cause

Ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves

These lyrics are golden. Different beast is up there for me too. Do you have a favorite song or saga?

I know it's a lot, my bad, but in my defense wenclair and epic are my hyperfixations and together is even better.

I feel that having a playlist, even if I don't always listen to it when I'm writing, it really helps get me into the headspace of the story. Fake it is the first popular fic that people have read of mine, which is totally fair since my earlier stuff wasn't that great. And I'm glad that you enjoyed the playlist I put together for it.

Reckless driving was something I literally listened to on repeat for MONTHS because it was what gave the good creative juices for writing, and the beat was great as well when the lyrics just faded into the background in my braid. The lyrics also hit really hard too, so I totally get your reaction to them. I haven't heard the song you're talking about, but Ceilings was also a song I listened to on repeat for a similar reason.

Now to Epic. I found it mid to late last year I think. Back when the Cyclops saga was the most recent one out. All of the edits and animatics were so incredible as well, adding different things to the songs and elevating them in different ways too. Ruthless is an incredible song too. It's the first time that Odysseus has some really harsh consequences and it hardens him in general (apart from Polities' death). And yeah, you get to feel how badly he's messed up too. I also remember how incredible the goosebumps were when that scrapped song was going around 'Get in the water'. It was so intense.

You're totally fine. I like your enthusiasm. I just spent several hours making a video of about 3 years worth of artworks I've done for Wenclair to my recent stuff. Hopefully I get inspired into making more artworks to hopefully finish the song I have behind it.

[nierly-amazing]

Open the Memory Cage: Chapter 24: Shenanigans

Thank you so so much to jJohn313 for being a huge support and kickstarting me into writing again! This still would be in fic limbo (heh) if not for him!

Summary:

Take two…three…four…seven…eight…

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“Don’t you think it’s a little weird to be meddling in someone’s love life like this?” A2 grunted and handed 9S a bag of fruit. “How many picnics have you had so far?”

“We’re not—” 9S snapped. “I mean, we’re trying to—” he slams the lid of the picnic box. “Shut up.”

A2 shrugged and walked off. 

11S rolled toward them on an old office chair. "Let's see. So far you've been to the flower fields, the cool spot by the factory where you got attacked by seagulls, the amusement park where you all nearly got killed by that bunny robot..." He leaned back in his chair which gave a threatening creak. "...the spot by the desert where Jackass was testing her new explosives..."

"Yes, we remember," 9S sighed.

11S continued as if he didn't hear him. "...the entrance to the Forest Kingdom because you remembered 21O and 6O can't reach the library without falling apart, aaand the desert oasis that got hit by a sandstorm."

9S glared.

"Okay, geez." 11S rolled away.

“A2 does have a point,” 2B said. She casually slipped a few sandwiches behind the shelves. “Should we really be doing this?”

“It’s fine, it’s for the greater good!”

“The greater good? What do you mean?”

“Don’t worry about it, let’s go!”

6O dug into the bowl of apples and settled herself on the frayed, vaguely plaid blanket. “Thank you so so much for inviting us to another picnic!” she beamed.

“Of course!” 9S said with a mouthful of PBJLT. He scrunched his face up while swallowing the mess.

The Scanners had gotten more creative with sandwiches for their picnic since the previous attempt was less than impressive. Since they lacked the old recipes for condiments, they had to make do with whatever substitutions they could get their hands on. Plus, the thought of killing an animal to put part of its flesh on some bread when they didn’t need to eat seemed—as 42S put it lightly—pretty fucking disturbing.

9S was skeptical at first at the choice, but 13S and 14S assured him they taste-tested them beforehand. 

I don’t think they know that ‘taste-testing’ means making sure it passes the test. He quickly washed it down with a glass of fresh-squeezed juice. 

At least the drink was good, if a bit chunky.

2B and the Operators each took a sandwich. The Operators quickly tossed theirs behind them when they thought no one was looking but 2B took a few small bites from hers. She made an expression 9S couldn’t decipher and set it back on the plate.

After a bit of idle chit-chat, 9S messaged Anemone to call. Thankfully, it came a lot sooner than before. 

“ Geez , Anemone, why do you have to keep calling during our picnics like that? Can’t it wait?” He faked a heavy sigh.

“What do you mean, this was your id—”

“Right! We’ll be there in ten!” He nearly batted his pod out of the air to close the channel.

The Operators both tilted their heads at him.

“I’m so sorry, Anemone needs us again. It’s so inconvenient!”

“What did she need you for?” 6O asked.

“I dunno but it sounds important.”

21O simply looked at him then at 6O. They shrugged.

9S stood and dusted crumbs off himself before he grabbed 2B and turned on his heels. “We’ll be back ASAP! Bye!” They took off at a brisk pace toward the nearest building, dodged behind it, and waited. And waited. And waited. Again, nothing happened. The Operators kept nibbling on the fruit only and engaged in what seemed like small talk. 

9S sighed louder than he anticipated. 2B gave him a questioning hum.

“Man, I know these things take time and like I’ve said before we just gotta be patient with them but maaaaaaan.”

“Maybe we can stay the whole time next time,” 2B offered as she peeked out at them.

“Well, they definitely won't say anything in front of us.”

“No, I mean,” she paused and leaned back toward him, “I would like to have just one uninterrupted picnic to spend time with all of you.”

9S sat up straight. “Oh.” He shifted his gaze to a trail of ants on the wall. “Ohhh, 2B I’m sorry. I didn’t even think about that. I was so focused, I didn’t—”

“Nines, it’s not that big of a deal,” 2B snorted. 

“You sure? I feel like I’ve been messing up a lot lately.”

“I’m sure. It’s nothing compared to what I’ve—”

“Hey!” 9S put his hand over her mouth. “Don’t talk like that!”

2B whined.

“ 2B ,” he pouted.

“Okay,” she said, muffled through his fingers.

He pulled his hand back and bumped his forehead against hers. She blushed.

After a minute 2B spoke up. “You know, if I can’t say things like that you can’t either.”

“What?”

“You can’t say you’ve messed up like that.”

“But that’s not the same! That—” 2B slapped her hand over his mouth. “Hey!” 

“ Nines, ” she said in the same tone he did.

“Yeah, yeah.”

2B snorted and headbutted him.

9S headbutted her back, pushed her against the wall, and pressed his knee between her legs. Her arms slid up his back as he leaned in for a kiss. 

“I love you, 2B, don’t ever forget that.” He pressed his fingers to her thigh.

“I love you too, Nines. But…” She grabbed his hand.

“Hm?” He leaned back and looked at her with half-lidded eyes.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?”

“Oh, right.” He coughed and shifted his legs. “Anyway, you’re right, let’s just have a normal picnic next time!”

---

The next picnic was not, in fact, a normal picnic.

“How was I supposed to know we set up between a moose and her baby?” 9S exclaimed over the ruins of their picnic. “Pod only scans for machines, not wildlife!”

“You still picked the spot, son .” 21O crossed her arms.

“Not sure I like you saying it that way.”

“It’s fine you two!” 6O said while she rubbed her wrist. “The moose didn’t hit me, I just fell! It doesn't hurt that bad. It's not like I have glass bones or paper skin or anything!” 

“Still, we need to be careful,” 21O sighed. She turned back to 9S. “ You need to be more mindful when choosing a location. Might I remind you what happened last time...times.”

“Hey, why are you singling me out? 2B helped pick—” His words caught in his throat.

2B looked at him with a frown.

“Er—sorry, 2B. It’s not anybody’s fault. Let’s just find a new place before the moose decides to come back with reinforcements.”

“Fine,” 21O huffed.

6O sighed. 

2B finished bagging up all the supplies in their muddied picnic blanket and threw it over her shoulders. It hit her back with a loud crunch.

“Oops.”

9S held back a groan.

---

They re-set up at the top of a shrubby hill and dusted off the surviving fruits. 9S nestled himself in 2B’s lap and popped a cherry in her mouth. She bit down a little and her expression softened as the sweet juice flowed into her mouth. And then…

Crunch.

9S sat up. 2B kept crunching but tilted her head at him. He bit his lip.

“Nines?” She swallowed.

“Nothing, it’s fine.” He gave her another cherry.

6O and 21O each took a handful of cherries.

Crunch.

9S cringed. The crunching continued. Inside him a battle waged. He picked up another cherry. He looked to 2B, 6O, and 21O as they happily munched and crunched the stony pits. He looked back to the cherry, shrugged, popped it in his mouth, and bit down.

Crunch. 

Well, at least their teeth weren’t made of chalk or anything. 

“Wow, humans sure had strong teeth to be able to eat lots of these,” 6O mused between crunches.

“...Yeah,” 9S said. “Y’know, I kinda prefer it without the seed.” He spat one out into the grass. He nodded. “Mmm, much better! Try it!”

6O and 21O shrugged and spat theirs out too. 

“Agreed,” 21O said after a moment. 6O nodded, too.

“I like the crunch,” 2B said and popped another in her mouth.

Crunch.

9S bit the inside of his lip.

“Hey, 2B?”

“Hm?”

“I bet I can spit this further than you can!” He aimed and fired a seed into some bushes a few meters away.

2B’s eyes lit up and she immediately shot her seed out further than he could ever dream of, which sprayed him with cherry bits in the process.

She covered her mouth. “Sorry!”

9S snorted and wiped his face. He began to laugh. He grabbed another cherry and shot its seed after 2B’s, much further than before but nowhere near hers. He coughed on a bit of juice and tried again, still laughing.

6O joined in, then 2B; they took more cherries and shot the pits out over and over. A warm feeling grew inside him and he leaned against 2B. She hummed and leaned back but only until she got another cherry. She angled her head with laser precision and launched the seed.

“Come on, 21O!” 6O nudged her. “Join us!”

“I don’t see wh—” She rolled a cherry between her fingers and looked at the others smiling like dorks. A small smile grew on her face. “Oh hell, why not?” She popped the cherry in her mouth and with a deep breath launched the whole thing a few meters away. A small bird sitting in the brush nearby pounced and flew off with the treat.

“Good enough,” 9S chuckled. He leaned against 2B once more and hooked his arm around her for support. 21O huffed and tried again. 

9S felt something welling up in his chest. “I’m really glad you came back to us,” he hummed. “I missed this.”

21O raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean? We’ve never done this before.”

“I mean like…” He pinched his chin. “I don’t know how to explain it. I know we haven’t done anything like this but it feels right. Like in another universe, this would have been a normal experience for us.��

“Yeah, I feel that,” 6O nodded. “Despite being so distanced from each other back with YorHa, there was still that feeling of…family.” She looked at 21O but looked away when she returned her gaze.

2B pulled 9S closer to her. She didn’t speak but the look on her face made 9S feel warm. 

“Despite everything,” 9S murmured, “the four of us still managed to get out of this alive. More or less.”

21O wiped her eyes and nodded. “Despite everything, we’re still here.”

---

How was the picnic?

It was great!

We shot cherry seeds from our mouths.

Ah. Ok. Did they confess finally?

No. But we might be getting close. Maybe.

You gotta invite us next time.

Yeah, we’re kinda jealous. You have all that good food all to yourselves.

Well, there is a lot of food, yes.

You’ve had six picnics and never with ussssssssss!

What’s stopping you from having your own?

…Good point.

We’re gonna need more supplies.

Easy peasy! I’m a pro at these things now!

Anyway! They’re gonna start getting suspicious about you leaving all the time if they haven’t already.

Do you think it’s time?

For the ultimate romantic getaway?

The what? Oh, the Lunar Tears?

Yeah, why haven’t you gone there already? That’s like the easy way to get a confession from at least one of them.

True, but I’m worried if that doesn’t work then nothing will.

Maybe just leave them be after this.

Nobody asked you.

Knock it off. 

Hmph.

She’s right though. If this doesn’t work then give them a break for a while and see what happens.

I guess. Well, let’s make sure this is The One.

We’re gonna need some candles and the best sandwiches we can create!

Just fruit is fine.

[bugswapau]

Interview Gramble!

Time to ask the musician a few questions.

“Have time for an interview?”

Interviews are no stranger to me, partner! Hit me withcha best shot.

“Who are you?”

You’ve certainly heard my number one single, “Would You Giggle With Me”, haven’t ya?

“I had it stuck in my head for a good month.”

Y’see, Gramble Gigglefunny needs no introduction.

“Why come to Snaktooth island?”

Well, I’m here to soak up some new life experiences. To get my creative juices flowing, so to speak.

“So your juice isn’t flowing?”

Ah, well... y’know, no hit can stay on top forever, and I reckon the public weren’t crazy for “Live Like You Were Funny” or “Bring On The Giggle”. I've been accused of bein’ a one-hit wonder.

“Thoughts on Bugsnax?”

Every taste is like a stampede runnin’ rampant in my mouth! Creative energy like I've never felt before! Bugsnax are worth whatever price I gotta pay, partner.

“What price is that, exactly?”

Bugsnax are forbidden fruits, partner. I believe there’s somethin’ that keeps us from it. Someday it’ll come for me, but not before I once again astound the world!

“Why did you leave town?”

Plain n’ simple; I was followin’ Wiggle. She certainly knows her way around Snax…

“Are you using Wiggle for her food supply?”

NO! Goodness, ‘course not. I love Wiggle! I would never! She’s much too sweet, like a lil’ Sweetiefly. No, I’d never take advantage of her, even if it was easy-peasy lemon-squeezy!

“Any info on Eggabell?”

Ah, Eggabell. She and Lizbert were big fans of mine! Y’know, I met them backstage at my first farewell tour. They, uh, didn’t have passes, mind ya. Egg climbed in through the air ducts. But if someone breaks the law outta love for my music, who’m I to turn ‘em away?

“Does that happen a lot?”

Not nearly as often as I'd wish.

“What happened to Eggabell?”

That night when Egg went missin’, I ran into the woods lookin’ for her. But instead I found somethin’ terrifying towerin’ over the trees. The Queen of Bugsnax! Her screams tore at my ears, and I made a run for it!

“What is this ‘Queen of Bugsnax’ thing?”

Couldn’t say. All I saw was a fierce silhouette! But if Eggabell crossed paths with that…that THING, then I fear for her.

“Thanks, Gramble, that’s a wrap.”

Ah, nothin’ like the warmth’a free publicity. I know my tall-tale about the Queen sounds like a big load o’ hullabaloo, but I swear on my Platinum Record it’s true. If ya don’t believe me, go and see it for yerself. Now if ya excuse me, I’ve got music to make!

[princessconsuela120]

Chapter eleven: Anyone Else But You —✧

Series masterlist

Chapter Warnings: pregnancy, kissing🤭, teeth rotting fluff, cursing

Author’s Note: I was smiling the entire time I wrote this ngl. Mostly all of the rest of season one is going to be original work written by me so please be patient!! You guys are amazing! Eat up!! Don’t forget to like comment and repost!!

—✧

I NEVER REALIZED HOW MUCH I LIKE BEING HOME, unless I've been somewhere really different for a while. Physically and metaphorically I’ve been gone a lot lately. Home just seemed to do the trick. Pulling into the driveway after spending a gross amount of time at the barn with Stan, and then deciding to come home around 3 in the morning. I had a few missed calls from my parents, even Shelley texted to ask if I was okay. Stan had called them a few minutes ago to let them know I was fine, and would be home soon. It felt like all the air I had been neglected of re-entered my body when walking into my home.

“Hey, Dad.” I said softly, making my dad smile as I walked in the door.

“Hey, big puffy version of Junebug. Where you been?” He asked, missing the phone call my brother reserved for my mother, who would most likely be the one to freak out at my absence. I wasn’t quite sure what my dad was even doing up in the first place, but it didn’t surprise me too much either that he was.

“Oh, just out dealing with things way beyond my maturity level. Where is everybody?” I asked, sitting down across from him, as he gestured to the door.

“Your mom’s asleep and Stan’s at the barn. Something about his creative juices.” Dad explained, shaking his head, not even trying to understand what Stan had meant by Creative Juices.

“God, when will you guys learn that creative juices just means piss?” I said, pinching the bridge of my nose with annoyance as my dad chuckled lightly.

“You look a little morose, honey. What's eating you?” He asked, making me sigh as I sat across from him.

“I'm just, like, losing my faith with humanity.” I explained, making my dad sigh in response.

Now I know that Randy Marsh isn’t the best father, definitely far from it. Stan Shelley and I, and even my mother had gotten very close to finally giving up on him. But we didn’t. And somehow, somewhere along those lines he changed. It must have been all the bull crap that came with the pandemic. My dads weed business nearly cost me my life, and I think he realized that quick enough. Because now he was my dad, like he was when I was a kid. Getting shoulder rides and ice cream, and playing the stick of truth with Stan as we’d defeat my dad who’d pretend to be the evil dragon. It was the time of my life, and I know he missed it just as much as me. Because now he was my dad again, and it was great.

“Wow, can you narrow that down for me?”

“I just wonder if, like…Two people can stay together for good.” I asked, making his eyebrows furrow as he stopped what he was doing on his computer to look up at me.

“You mean like couples?”

“Yeah, like people in love.”

He shifted in his spot, closing his laptop and folding his arms.

“Are you having boy trouble? I gotta be honest, I don't much approve of you dating in your condition. That's kind of messed up.” He teased, making me roll my eyes playfully, shoving him slightly as he laughed.

“No, Dad, it's not…”

“That's pretty skanky. Isn't that what you girls call it? Skanky? Skeevy?” He asked, making me scrunch my nose up as I cringed.

“Please stop.” I said, giggling as he continued.

“What? No, I’m hip. I’m a cool dad. Tore up from the floor up? Is that it?”

“That's not what it's about. I just need to know that it's possible… That two people can stay happy together forever.” I asked, making him retreat a bit, nodding slightly.

“Well, it's not easy. That's for sure.” He stopped, scratching the back of his head as he thought. It was kinda a funny thing I always realized my dad did. “And I don't have the best track record in the world, I know, you know. But I've been with your mom for 30 years now… sure we’ve had our ups and downs but I'm proud to say we're very happy. Once I got over myself, we realized when you love someone it overweights all the silly bickering.” He explained, sighing when he remembered our rough childhood. I could tell he felt remorse for everything, that he was trying again. “Look… In my opinion, the best thing you can do… Find a person who loves you for exactly what you are. Good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty… Handsome, what have you. The right person's still gonna think the sun shines out of your ass. That's the kind of person that's worth sticking with.”

He smiled to himself, laughing slightly when he caught eye of the family photo that sat above our coffee table. I couldn’t help but smile too. I think my parents must have been the most in love people I knew. No one could yell at each other so much, and not care enough about the other to keep coming back. Cause that’s what it means to live someone, to care enough to yell, just because of love.

“Yeah. Yeah, and I think I've found that person.” I smiled to myself, a certain Jewish Ginger clouding my mind.

“Yeah, sure you have. Your dear old D-A-D. I'll always be there to love and support you… No matter what kind of pickle you're in.” He explained, tapping his chest as I chuckled.

“Obviously. Dad, I think I'm just gonna, like, shove out for a sec. But I won't be home late.” I said, getting up and grabbing my keys and wallet.

“Okay. You were talking about me, right?” He asked, turning to see me. I nodded my head, ruffling his hair.

“Oh, yeah.”

“Was it Stan then?” He asked again, catching the sarcasm in my voice. I smiled at him, kissing his cheek as I hugged him.

“Yeah dad, you and Stan.”

—✧

I CALLED KENNY AND SOME HOW MANAGED TO GET HIM OUT OF BED AT 5:00AM TO INDULGE IN MY RIDICULOUSNESS. The great thing about Kenny is that when I asked him to help me buy 212 mini containers of orange tictacs (the day I knew I loved kyle), Kenny didn’t bat an eye at the idea. So we made our way to the 711, managed to derail all the strange looks we received, and made our way to stuff said 212 packs of orange tictac’s into Kyle’s locker.

So the next day at school, I managed to waddle my way into Kyle’s basketball practice, Kenny Stan and Cartman all excitedly waiting and watching by the door. He caught my eye, saying something to Tolkien as he passed him the ball before jogging over to me. I loved the was he looked at basketball practice. His hat was off, his orange/red curls clung slightly to his face, controlled slightly by the sweat and hair gel he previously applied. On a rare occasion he’d be wearing a sweatband around his head, or even tie his curls back into a tiny bun to keep them contained. But this had to be my favorite look by far.

“Tictacoholic, hey.” I said, smiling at Kyle with my hands in my pockets, as he wiped his forehead of sweat.

“Hey, did you put like a hundred things of tic tacs in my mailbox?” He asked, laughing slightly. I nodded, seemingly smiling even more as my cheeks reddened.

“Oh, yeah. Yeah, that was me.”

“Why?”

“Well, you know, they're your fave. And you can never have too many of your favorite one-calorie breath mint.” I explained, making him nod, smiling back as he scratched his neck nervously.

“Well, thanks. I think I'm pretty much set until college on the tic tac front.”

“You know, Kyle, I was thinking. And I'm sorry I was such a huge bitch to you. You don't deserve it.” I explained, making him frown. He sighed, looking back at me as he shook his head.

“It's okay. You know, it's okay. It’s warrented, I mean I’ve sort of ruined your life so I can understand your anger..and you have every right to..”

“I think I'm in love with you.” I blurted out quickly, interrupting his rambling. His cheeks turned a crimson shade of red, and he shook his head again, giggling nervously.

“What, you mean as friends?” He asked, and I shook my head, still smiling at him.

“No. I mean for real. Because you're, like, the coolest person I've ever met… And you don't even have to try, you know.”

“I try really hard, actually.”

“You're, like, naturally smart. Like so mind blowingly smart, I can even wrap my head around it. But you aren’t like a huge dick about it, your so kind. And you're not like everyone else. You don't stare at my stomach. You look at my face. And every time I see you...The baby starts kicking super-hard.” I put a hand on my stomach, confirming what I had said as the baby started attacking my hand once again.

“It does? Really?” His face seemed to light up with joy, his eyes quickly glancing down at my bump then back to my eyes.

“I think it's because my heart starts pounding every time I see you.” I explained, holding a hand over my heart.

“Mine too.” He sighed, looking down at my stomach again. “Can I um, can I feel it?” He stuttered, but I didn’t give him time to answer, instead grabbing his hand and holding it to the place where the baby kicked. His eyes lit up, and for a split second while looking at the smile on his face, I felt home.

“That’s all I could ask for.” I replied quietly, feeling if I spoke to loudly I would ruin the moment. “You're golden, man. Can we make out now?” I asked, holding my hands on his cheeks. He nodded quickly, making me laugh.

“Yeah.”

And with that, I connected my lips to his. His other hand found its way into my hair as we both melted into the kiss. It was entirely perfect, and whole. In its entire entity, it was euphoric and more. An indescribable feeling, it was love.

“Hey, you know, you can go into early labor sucking face like that.” Kenny yelled, making me hold one hand out with my middle finger, hearing Kenny and the boys snickering in the background.

“Careful, don’t wanna make a twin!” Cartman yelled back, this time Kyle pulled away for a moment.

“Shut up fatass!” He shouted in Cartman’s direction, before supporting a hand on my lower back, dipping me slightly as he continued to kiss me.

“Aye!” Cartman shouted back, causing me to pull away, my forehead pressed to Kyle’s as we both started laughing. I couldn’t tell you what was funny, just the feeling of euphoric joy that filt my system. And besides, the look of disgust that was covered on my brother's face from witnessing this exchange was too funny not to laugh.

—✧

LIFE WAS GOOD, and I think for the first time in a long time, I really truly was home. Sitting with Kyle at the old house near the barn, just sitting, listening to the vintage record player that played in the background as I cuddled into his side.

“Ah shit.” I grumbled, holding a hand on my stomach as I felt a few rough kicks against my ribs.

“What? What’s wrong?” Kyle mumbled against my hair, jerking his head up slightly with worry.

“Fucking, jerk.” I groaned again, throwing my head back, this time worrying Kyle, who sat up fully in his spot.

“What is it Jo?” He asked softly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear lovingly.

“Nothing just, the baby won’t stop kicking me.” I groaned again, and he smiled, putting a hand over my bump as he pressed his lips against it softly.

“Hey little one, you gotta be nice.” He mumbled against my stomach, as the baby pressed an angry kick against his hand. He laughed, realizing the kicking pattern that the baby had.

“What?” I asked, and he just smiled and shook his head.

“They aren’t trying to kick you, they’ve got the hiccups.” He explained, causing me to furrow my eyebrows at him.

“How the hell do you know that?” I asked, and his eyes widened, his cheeks blushing with embarrassment.

“I looked it up. Usually these moving and kicking fits means the baby has the hiccups.” He pressed a soft kiss against my stomach.

“How to I get it to stop?” I whined, rubbing my bump softly at the bottom. He shared a look with me, before turning back to my stomach.

“Hey Buddy, I know you’re excited to come out and all but you gotta calm down, you’re freaking yourself out.” He spoke softly into the fabric of my shirt, making me laugh slightly.

“I don’t think they can hear you.”

“They definitely can. Just follow your daddy’s voice, hold your breath, like this.”

Kyle held his breath, before releasing, and suddenly the hiccups stopped. Kyle looked up to see the soft look on my face.

“Oh, Juno I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say that it just kinda came out..” he stuttered nervously, before I just smiled, holding a hand over his on my stomach.

“They stopped.” I said, ignoring his apology. He looked up at me nervous, before nodding.

“Yeah.. yeah they did.”

“I really like the sound of that Kyle.” I said, making eye contact with Kyle.

“The sound of what?”

“Of you being a dad.” I said softly, and there was that light that returned to his face.

“Really?” He asked, laughing nervously.

“I think I wanna hear it forever:” I looked over at him and he jumped in his spot, looking back at me with a look full of hope.

“Actually? You mean it? We can keep them?” He asked frantically, and I nodded, holding his face in my hands.

“They’re already ours.” I said, and Kyle pulled me into a deep kiss.

“You have no idea how happy you just made me.” He said, hidding me tightly. We stayed like that for a while, until I felt him falter.

“Not to you know, ruin the moment or anything, but how are we gonna tell your parents?” He asked, making me pull away, my eyes widened as I looked at him.

“Oh f*ck.”

—✧

[just-pot-over-here]

yall maybe making my first work ever a hugeass multichap fic was,,, not a good idea. especially because i get overwhelmed easily.

i will still be working on the newsies go west racecrutchie fic!! the first chapter is up and the second chapter is long as hell and in the works. in the meantime however i will probably be writing lots of racecrutchie (and maybe some redfinch) oneshots!! gotta keep the creative juices flowing.

just an update for anyone who’s interested!! writing is HARD!