#hi crossing my two current fav things

[ferahntics]

Been thinking a lot about Kirb OCs as MH monsters, and Spectra was hella obvious bdbgbs.

Struggling with Quiver tho, maybe Acidic Glavenus? Maybe Rathian?

[liivzen]

EX HUSBAND TOJI!!!!!!!

ex husband toji? say less my dear

(this is my second ask ever so i hope i do you justice)

for reference I used this position I saw in an artwork by a fav artist of mine so here’s the link

mdni 18+

Wc: 1200ish

btw not really edited, my apologies

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Walking down the chip aisle in the convience store, you couldnt help but notice how chilly it was inside. Since it was hot and muggy outside because of the summer heat, the store had the ac cranked up to the max. You quickly went to grab the chips you wanted and a few other items before heading to the register to check out.

Mumbling a thank you and goodbye to the cashier, you left out the sliding doors at the front.

As you walk out the convenience store you started to make your way back to your apartment. All you could feel now was the sun beating down on your back and sweat starting to drip down your body. You wanted to quickly make it back to your apartment so you could feel ac again.

You walk up the stairs and reach your apartment door finally, taking your keys out and unlocking the door. Just wanting to put your bag of groceries up, you walk over to the fridge to put away juice and some fresh fruits. Once you did that you put the rest of the things in the cabinet and made your way to the living room to finally sit down and relax on this hot Saturday. As you round the corner though all you can do is gasp.

Your ex husband was currently sitting on your sofa eating a bag a chips and watching TV.

Toji turns around and looks over at you with a mouthful of chips and mutes the TV.

“Oh hey.” he mumbles with his mouthful.

“What the fuck are you doing.” You glare at him with your arms crossed. In this moment you were glad megumi was over at his friend yuujis house for the day so he wouldn’t have to hear this commotion going on.

Toji finishes his mouthful of chips and opens his mouth to speak to you.

“I finished a job in the area and thought i’d stop by to see my loving wife” He says to you with a smirk on his face.

“ex-wife actually, we arent together anymore Toji.” you respond back to him and continue to glare. Toji stood and walked over to where you stood behind the sofa and kissed your cheek, walking to the kitchen to put away the chips. You quickly follow behind him to get more answers.

“How’d you even get in here?” you asked him, standing across the kitchen island staring at your ex-husband.

“Your bedroom window was left unlocked, you should really remember to do that, don’t want any creeps getting in here sweetheart.” He responds leaning on the counter closer to your face.

“Mm creeps huh?” You respond back to him. He just chuckles and makes his way around to you on the other side of the kitchen island. once he was close enough to where you had to look up at him you spoke again.

“You know, we’re seperated for a reason toji. What makes you think you can come by?” You ask him quietly. Toji smirks down at you again responding,

“Because i know you miss me sweeheart.” He tells you.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You quip back at him looking away from him, avoiding eye contact.

You feel his hand grab your chin, almost grabbing neck, to make you look at him. When you do look at him again you seem his eyes tilted down to look at you with his same smirk on again.

“You sure about that?”

Thats all he says before pulling you into a kiss.

At first you were shocked, but it didn’t take long for you to reciprocate the kiss. You threw your arms around his neck and pushed back with a force with your mouth on his now. Toji placed his large hands on your body, one on your waist and the other reaching down to your ass. You can feel Tojis tongue force its way into your mouth, making you moan and give him access.

You know you shouldn’t be doing this but you really couldn’t really help yourself. You hadn’t felt this kind of way since the two of you had seperated.

The kisses started to get a bit rough, with toji biting at your lips and moving to the side of your throat. You could already feel the hickeys that you would have to cover up tomorrow for work. You let out a small moan when toji reaches the sensitive spot between your neck and shoulder. Toji smirked at this and continued to suck at that sensitive spot.

Next thing you know you’re getting picked up and taken over to the sofa. however you weren’t just regulerally placed on the sofa. You were turned around and bent over the arm of the sofa. You could feel toji gripping onto your shorts and pulling them down. You glanced back and noticed that he was pulling down his sweats and boxers, pulling out his long and hard cock.

Having seen tojis cock before you obviously knew it what it looked and felt like, but even after a while of seeing it, you still felt your cunt clinch in anticipation.

You felt him line up his cock at your entrance but not before moving close and feeding your legs through his so he could grab your feet from behind his thighs.

As soon as this happened you felt Toji push himself himself in slowly, letting you feel every inch push into you. Once you felt this you immediately let out a moan, arching your back in pleasure. You heard toji behind you let out a groan before saying something to you.

“Gosh babe, still tight as ever.” He smirks down at you. With the pleasure you were feeling you couldn’t quip back anything. Toji tightens his grip on your feet and starts moving his hips, making fast and hard thrust into you. You could feel every deep thrust inside you and all you could do was moan out his name. You were hanging on to the sofa so hard your knuckles were white.

“Ah-Toji!”

“Yeah baby say my name, say whose making you feel like this.” Toji whispered down to you, making his thrust even harder somehow. you continued to cry out in pleasure, even moving your hand down to rub your clit. You eventually felt tears start to run down your cheeks.

It didn’t take long for you to reach your climax. After not having this amount of pleasure in a long time, it felt like you were a horny teenager all over again with how fast you climaxed. You saw white when you finally reached your orgasm, yelling tojis name.

Toji let go of your feet and grabbed onto your hips, making his thrust faster and harder. He threw his head back, doing one last thrust before you feel him warm your insides.

After a few minutes of silence trying to gain your breath, you feel toji pull out of you and pull your shorts back up on you. He grabbed onto your basically limp body and set you back normally on the sofa and sits next to you. The silence continues for a moment before toji speaks.

“So you really don’t miss me hm?”

“Fuck off.”

[possiblycringe]

EVIL CALLIE POSITIVITY POST!

Brainwashed, Hypnotized, Possessed, willing - we all love a villain Callie! I love seeing all the different takes on this design of Callie, so Im making a positivity post on em, as well as a positivity post of my favorite mind control splatoon fics that dont involve Callie! Because

Recs under the read more

BRAINWASHED CALLIE: A Callie Whos Goals and Alignment has been forcefully shifted! Theres so many ways you could do this, and here are some of my favs: Clear Skies - BucketOfMud - Splatoon [Archive of Our Own] This one is my own fic, I admit, but its a fun post-shades thing I wrote where Callie has the lingering effects! Light Shines Through - Chapter 1 - Mothbomb - Splatoon [Archive of Our Own] MOTH WROTE THIS!!! The fic is currently unfinished but its SUCH a fun one - Callie is still brainwashed even after the shades are shot off Everybody Like(d) You - MaplesHaiku - Splatoon [Archive of Our Own] A really really cool fic thats the turning point in Callies mind with the shades on! Run In - CloverzBandit - Splatoon [Archive of Our Own] Another fun fic that has Callie addicted to the shades and dealing with that Cherry Red - c0ttonberries - Splatoon [Archive of Our Own] Cottonberries has SUCH a good brainwashed Callie; I wont spoil what happens here but its a really awesome take i like crossing the line and slowly losing my mind - Champ1onRed - Splatoon [Archive of Our Own] A very unstable and fun take on brainwashed callie >:) LED Lights. Sleepless Nights. - technicolorbreakdown - Splatoon [Archive of Our Own] A ANGSTY post hypnoshades Callie dealing with all that NONE HYPNOSHADES BRAINWASHED CALLIE - a collection of Callie being brainwashed in a way unrelated to the hypnoshades! Again, this is self indulgent but I HAVE to share all the fuzzy Callie fics (@askfuzzycallie) I have - Inside the Mind of Grizzco's Bestest Most Important Employee - Vindextra - Splatoon (Video Games) [Archive of Our Own] by Vin is Spot on how I imagine her mind is in my askblog, Wild Side - IcyGlaceon - Splatoon [Archive of Our Own] has some really fun progression of her mind, it's the animal instinct in me - Champ1onRed - Splatoon [Archive of Our Own] and Gnawing - Mothbomb - Splatoon [Archive of Our Own] are going to be direct inspirations for what I do with fuzzy callie in the future >:) Bomb Rush Blush (but it never ends) - Violetstar_24 - Splatoon [Archive of Our Own] Greyscaled Callie fic that literally gives me goosebumps every time, viscerally uncomfortable in the best way Veggie Burgers in the Fog - Chapter 1 - Cakepencil - Splatoon [Archive of Our Own] is a really fun fuzzy callie fic as well, and I recommend you read it, especially for its really well done pov! another day, another few commands to obey without question, absolutely no bombs, rushes, or blushes - Cakepencil - Splatoon [Archive of Our Own] is a really REALLY fun sanitized Callie fic, as is its sequel! the monster you created - Champ1onRed - Splatoon [Archive of Our Own] is a GREAT evil Craig fic where he's a bit more sinister when it comes to training his granddaughters, making them double agents! Memories Reflected in Tears - Tealeavesandmothwings - Splatoon [Archive of Our Own] is a really fun au me and Bug made where Callies a cyborg, you should check it out! (Part two inkcoming)

[lurkingshan]

Japanese QL Corner

The fun continues with three currently airing gems, a new show entering the fray, and an animated story so good I am reading a manga to keep up with it. Four of these are on Gaga and one is coming to us via fan sub. Jump on in to the weekly watch, we're having so much fun and not feeling at all overwhelmed by the deluge of amazing content! *chuckles nervously*

Takara's Treasure

I continue to love this quiet little show. This week I desperately wanted someone, anyone, to answer Taishin's earnest questions. He is doing his best to figure this out but no one is helping him! I like that despite wanting him to figure out his feelings for himself, Takara continues to reach out to Taishin to let him know his attention is welcome. This week we also met Emiri, an instant fav who taught Taishin all about stanning. I appreciate that this show joined other recent jbls in making a clear distinction between being a stan and being in love. Real love is not fanaticism, and the former is what Takara seems to want from Taishin--once he's ready.

I Hear the Sunspot

Ugh this show just gets me right in the heart. As I hoped, we got to sit with Taichi this episode as he worked through his confusion and worry about Kohei. It makes sense for Kohei to back off in the wake of his ignored confession, and it also makes sense that Taichi didn't hear him (metaphorically). And even after having it repeated in a way he can't misunderstand, he still doesn't know what to do with it. He just knows he likes Kohei and wants to be around him, and he seems okay with just leaving it at that for now. I loved, too, that we got to spend time with Kohei as he's coping with his worsening condition and get to know his mother, who is a delightful person who loves Taichi just as much as her son does. I'm so glad we are getting to see this story told properly in full in such a great adaptation.

Ayaka is in Love with Hiroko

Finally, the truth!!! Ayaka is a menace and Hiroko is fighting for her life. Like hanging out with a niece, my ass! Most of the office misinterpreting Ayaka's behavior as crushing on Yuya instead of Hiroko continues to be hilarious, as are all Hiroko's friends trying to push her to cross the line. I was sad to learn that Risa has her own unrequited love going on; I want all the girls to end this story happily! I did love their conversation about identity, and that the show gave some space for Ayaka to consider whether lesbian is the right label for her. Checking out the lesbian bar together was a great way to test things out, and I was dying at the other girls hitting on Ayaka. Can't wait to see what happens next now that Hiroko has no more denial to cling to.

Mr. Mitsuya's Planned Feeding

Shoutout to @isaksbestpillow for picking this show up, because it’s an instant fav! Ishida and Mitsuya are fantastic characters, and man are they GAY. This is a food drama and a story of queer men of different generations seeing something unexpected in each other and forming a surprising bond. I was pleasantly surprised by how immediately the attraction and sexual tension arrived in this story, and I want to know so much more about Mitsuya and why he seems to be holding a desperate sadness alongside all his wisdom about life. Very excited to see these two nourish each other. You can find Sirii’s subs here.

Twilight Out of Focus

I don't watch anime (do not @ me, many have tried), but @bengiyo liked the story for this one enough that he told me I can’t skip it, so I am reading the manga along with the show. And I gotta say, I loved this first story with Mao and Hisashi (this is a multi couple series so not sure how the next one will go). Ben is on vacay so I'm tagging @twig-tea to talk about the episode that aired this week.

[only-lonely-star]

Hi!!! I think you are my fav author currently lol so I'm gonna request something for the first time ever!

Could you do a fic where the reader is dating Soda and she has a little sister whose like six? Darry isn't too sure about the reader yet because he's very protective of Soda after Sandy so you and Soda plan to use your sister to charm him into fully accepting you. Somehow Soda is able to convince Darry to let you and your sister stay the night and your sister comes over and quickly decides Darry is the best thing ever (Soda is jealous so is pony) she becomes his little shadow following him around and sitting in his chair with him to read the paper (she can't read very well) she even convinces him to share her nighttime snack with her. During the night she ends up wandering down to his room because she's scared and he let's her stay with him for protection?

Just fluffy big scary Darry being the biggest softie for kids!

Thanks!

⁠♡ Charm ⁠♡

~ Darrel Curtis ~

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Warnings - None! This is a cute fic, just fluff!! Soft Darry with kids.

Summary - He’s got a soft spot for your kid sister 🤭💞

Author’s Note - AAHH THIS IS SO CUTE RIPPING MY HAIR OUT!! I feel like I wrote this so out of order but it’s fine (I think 🙂). I’m so sorry this took me literally ages to complete, enjoy my loves! 💋

Word Count - 4.1k.

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(Quick A/N: This is similar to some of my other writings where I have to give a character a name. If I don’t, the story seems redundant and can leave you confused. For this one, I chose the name ‘Diane’ as the little sister role in this story. This is still an ‘x reader’ story, so ‘you’ is still you. I hope this clears up any confusion !! OKAY OKAY ENJOY 😁)

“Come on, Diane, quit that,” you snapped at your little sister, practically dragging her to the front door of the small bricked house in which you called home. You crouched to her level, resting your hands upon her shoulders. “Listen to me,” you began authoritatively, forcing her wandering eyes to focus on you entirely, “You’re going to be good, and you won’t disappoint me, right?”

Diane nodded along, her mind obviously elsewhere. You had dressed her in a colorful cotton dress, yellow and pink polka dots embellished all over. Her hair was tied up in small pigtails, the hair-do sure to charm anyone she would cross paths with. She had to look flawless tonight - it was different from any other.

On the other end of the door stood your loving and devoted boyfriend, Sodapop. He had been patiently waiting to pick the two of you up to drive back over to his house. Meeting family meant your relationship was becoming serious, although this was a different family meeting than you were used to. Sodapop lived with only his two brothers, Darrel and Ponyboy. You had heard a good amount about each of the boys, knowing enough to hold a decent conversation. With your guardians out of town, you were left to take care of your sister, Diane - which ultimately meant taking her along with you to meet Sodapop’s family.

Rewarding her with a small pat on the back, you turned around and opened the front door to your home. Sodapop greeted you with an affectionate grin, your own smile returning the gesture. “Hey, baby,” he spoke gently, his arms already apart as they waited for the warmth of your body to collide with his.

You returned the hug, tightly enclosing him against yourself. You hummed against his chest, “Missed you.” A tender kiss pressed against his cheek, smearing your lipstick in an instant.

“Woah, woah, kisses later, I got a little sister to meet,” Sodapop chuckled, his eyes darting down toward the small girl behind you. “Diane, right?”

Diane nodded slowly, sizing up Sodapop now that he was up close and not trapped behind a picture frame. He was handsome - very intimidating, but handsome. Diane stepped closer, tilting her head all the way up to meet Sodapop’s eyes. “Diane,” she said with a nod of confirmation.

Sodapop’s shot you a small smirk of approval. “Beautiful girl…” he smiled fondly as he extended a hand for you.

You placed yours on his, and with a firm yank, you were out the front door. Diane followed and crept around Sodapop’s other side while you double-checked the locks on the door. Once completed, the three of you walked steadily to his car. Sodapop was a known ladies man - he was especially sweet to a girl he fancied. He raced to open your door and helped you inside before helping Diane.

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Once at the Curtis’ home, Diane shadowed you all the way up to the front door. Making your entry with Sodapop’s arm snaked around your waist, his brothers gathered to welcome the two of you.

The taller, more muscular, and older appearing boy stood across from you, a very much forced smile on his lips. The smaller one had his eyes glued to you, his mouth wide as if slowly shifted to form a welcoming smile.

You nervously tapped your hands against your thighs and smiled, trying to seem like you were real girlfriend material for Sodapop. You had brothers to impress here.” Hi… Soda’s girl,” you said with a smile, the nervousness evident in your tone.

The older boy gave a head nod, not willing to say much more than his own name. “Darrel.”

The smaller boy with bright green eyes stepped forward, his hands in the loops of his tattered denim. “Ponyboy,” he said simply, his gaze soon shifting towards Diane who had tried her hardest to hide from the entire encounter.

Diane sighed once she had been discovered, everyone’s eyes soon on her. She emerged from behind your legs, letting go of your skirt shyly.

Darrel’s eyes once cold, now sparkled. Sodapop took notice of the change in mood, placing a hand on Diane’s shoulder blade to gently scoot her forward. “This… this is Diane, her little sister,” he grinned.

Darrel’s smile enlarged from there, holding out a hand and crouching down to Diane’s level. It was like love at first sight. “Well, ain’t you a sweetheart?” Darrel teased, stroking his thumb over her tiny hand in his.

Diane giggled, feeling the same connection as Darrel did. Sodapop exchanged a look of surprise with you, finding the connection cute. Darrel looked at you once more, standing back up and crossing his arms over his chest. “Well- uh…” It was as if he felt embarrassed after he was seen being so soft with Diane. He loved children, no doubt about it. Growing up with two younger brothers meant he played the caretaking role when his folks couldn’t.

He took in your appearance from head to toe, letting out an exaggerated sigh. He gave Sodapop a look that said everything you needed to know about how he felt about you. You cleared your throat as your eyes darted down to the floor. Sodapop stepped forward and rested his hand on your shoulder gently. “Alright - uh..” he began, ushering Ponyboy to allow them to speak privately, “Pony, it’ll be five minutes, promise.”

Ponyboy stifled a scoff, glaring at his brothers while he exited the room, making himself busy in the kitchen. Diane noticed the look in your eye which meant she best find somewhere else to stay while the grown-folk spoke. She followed behind Ponyboy, making sure she kept a bit of distance between her and the boy she’d just met.

“Sit down,” Darrel spoke gruffly, shutting the door as you followed Sodapop to the off-white-colored sofa. He sat down first, pulling you from your waist. Making yourself comfortable beside him, you rested your head on his shoulder while Darrel paced around the living room.

“So tell me, what’re your intentions with my brother?” Darrel asked blatantly, staring directly into your eyes as he leaned against the nearby wall beside the fireplace.

You swallowed hard, trying to come up with a more sophisticated answer even though you knew your intentions were nothing but pure. Your fingers nervously picked at a stray thread from your skirt as you spoke up, “I just… I want to love him, and plan a future with him. Right, Soda?”

Sodapop nodded, smiling sweetly before planting a gentle kiss on the top of your head. “Damn right,” he agreed while Darrel’s expression only seemed to grow firmer.

“You’ve been together… how long? A week? Two?” Darrel then asks with a rather confused look. Before one of you could respond, he gave a nod to Sodapop to signal he needed to have a word with him - alone.

Sodapop stood from the sofa, stepping aside with his older brother as an annoyed expression flashed across his face. “What?” he snapped, preparing to hear the worst.

“I already don’t like this. First Sandy, now her? Soda, slow down,” Darrel lectured, shaking his head as he did so, “She’s gonna hurt you - I know it.”

Soda tilted his head back as a frustrated groan left his lips. “Come on Darry - you ain’t even met her yet! Give her a chance!”

“It ain’t my choice who you run around with, but I’m trying to look out for you,” Darrel spoke in a low voice, careful to make sure you didn’t hear. He had advised Sodapop to stay away from women before. After the stunt, his ex-girlfriend, Sandy, had pulled… Darrel didn’t trust anyone. He hated seeing his kid brother so heartbroken and vowed he’d never let it happen again.

“She’s different, she ain’t like Sandy,” Sodapop defended as he started his way back towards you on the sofa. He didn’t care to argue any further, he had his mind made up.

Returning back beside you, Darrel gave a head shake to the both of you before heading towards his bedroom. This ‘family-introduction’ didn’t necessarily go as planned, leaving a strange tension lingering in the air. Sodapop sighed, running his fingers through your hair as you leaned against him for support. “I’m sorry, darlin’, he ain’t in a good mood is all,” he assured you softly.

“No, it’s alright, I’ve been told worse,” you chuckled dryly, trying to distract yourself from the massive fail this whole encounter had turned out to be.

“I just don’t know how to get him to warm up to ya,” He admitted with a puzzled look etched on his face. “Darry ain’t ever like this.”

“Hey…” you grinned cheekily, sitting up from Sodapop’s chest. It was as if you had some sort of epiphany right then and there. Sodapop seemed to have been missing the context behind your idea, his eyes wide with confusion. You smiled to yourself and nudged his shoulder. “You saw the way he lit up with Diane, right?”

Sodapop nodded slowly, his mind far from connecting the dots here. “Sure did, what’re you gettin’ at?”

“You think Diane could be a big help in getting your brother to maybe…warm up to me?” you finally asked, the grin on your lips filled with both mischief and a sense of amusement.

“I mean - I guess so… he sure loves kids,” Sodapop shrugged, reluctantly giving your idea a chance.

Without a second thought, you leaped off the couch to search for Diane. Ponyboy had been entertaining her since being shooed away moments ago. He had been tossing his red ball back and forth, engaging in a game of catch with you little sister. “Diane!” you whisper-shouted, a sly smirk forming on your lips.

Her head turned towards you, the tiny rubber ball soaring back towards Ponyboy. Now that you had her attention, you motioned for her to come closer, which she obliged. You leaned down so that your face was beside hers, your voice quiet as ever, “Diane, I’ve got a job for you.”

Diane couldn’t be happier, as naive as she was cute, she was also useful. She was always a helping hand, trying to be a good kid sister to you and prove herself worthy. Her face seemed to light up at the request, her small fist pumping into the air. “Yes! I’ll do it!” She agreed excitedly.

You chuckled alongside your little sister, sharing a tender moment. “I haven’t even asked you yet!” You protested as you attempted to back your laughter. Diane’s enthusiasm was refreshing.

“Well, what is it?” Diane asked with curious and almost doll-like eyes which displayed every ounce of her innocence.

You placed a hand on her back, inching her closer. Your voice was soft as you whispered to Diane, “You remember Darrel…? The big man with the big smile?”

She nodded. Of course, she remembered Darrel, she couldn’t forget such a warm smile in such a short amount of time. This was perfect. Sodapop watched from the sofa, his eyes registering the plan which was going surprisingly well even though it had been schemed just moments ago. You shot him a knowing grin, focusing back to Diane. “Do you want to go see him? He’s been waitin’ for you to go - play with him,” you coaxed her slyly.

Diane’s childlike wonder hit its peak, her heart now set on spending some quality time with the muscular man she had briefly encountered earlier. She gasped, her eyes wide, “Really? Let’s go play right now!”

You held her wrist, preventing her from leaving just yet. “Woah, Diane - …” Your voice lowered even further, the volume so quiet that nobody else besides Diane could hear. “I need you to just… talk… good about me.”

Diane’s eyebrows furrowed, sensing some sort of trick behind this whole request of yours. “Mm… okay…” she agreed hesitantly, eyeing you down before she caught glimpse of the door. Once earning a smile of approval, you loosened your grip on her wrist. She raced for the wooden door that Darrel was last seen entering, a giddy smile on her face.

Pounding her fist on it with all her might, you scrambled back for the couch to seem as if Diane went to his bedroom all on her own. He opened moments later, his eyes shifting downwards once he noticed a small figure standing in his doorway. A small yet sincere grin formed on his lips. “Hey, kiddo,” he greeted, glancing around to notice Diane was ‘unsupervised’. You were ‘busy’ chatting with Sodapop, and Ponyboy was occupied with a book in hand, ball in the other.

Diane giggled, her own excitement making itself known as she wasted no time inviting herself into his bedroom. He surprisingly didn’t seem too bothered, he actually allowed her to roam around. Diane’s eyes wandered the entire room, top to bottom. “Dar - rel,” she murmured to herself, the name rolling off her tongue as if testing the word out.

Darrel scooped her up in his buff arms, Diane’s legs wrapping halfway around his hip. He grinned down to her, a rare sight to see. “Darry,” he corrected in a quiet voice, allowing himself to form a bond with her.

Diane rested her head against his chest, nuzzling in closely. Her head fit snugly under his chin, providing a touch of warmth to her rather clingy approach. “Darry!” she squealed, finding amusement in being held so tightly by him. Her eyes caught sight of a small brown teddy bear, resting on a wooden shelf with various trinkets and trophies. She gasped, her eyes now fixated on the plush in front of her.

Darrel’s eyes followed hers, realizing just what she was getting all worked up about. He shook his head softly, “The bear?”

Diane nodded, extending a hand for the stuffed animal in an attempt to grab it. Her tiny arms could only go so far, the plush at fingertips reach. “Here,” Darrel said, using his own arm to retrieve the bear. He handed it to her, watching as Diane’s eyes sparkled with admiration. “You want it?” he then asked. Diane nodded her head almost immediately. Of course, she wanted it - it was a gift from Darrel and such a cute plush to suffocate with her love. “You can have it.”

Diane was overjoyed with the kind gesture, her shriek echoing throughout the house. Darrel chuckled, using his free arm to raise his hand towards the back of her head. He caressed her hair gently, pacing around the room. Darrel noticed the rolled-up newspaper from this morning in which he had yet to attend to, sitting atop his wooden desk. “Alright now, you uh… best head back and see your sister,” he suggested softly, setting her down as he reached for the paper.

Diane was fully against this idea, she was too fond of Darrel to just leave - especially to hang out with you. “No!” she spat out, an upset glint in her eye telling Darrel she wasn’t to be messed with. Her pout was enticing, only charming him further.

“C’mon, kiddo, you can stay with me.” he sighed with a smile that only seemed to grow from there, showing he wouldn’t mind the young girl’s company at all.

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Walking into the dimly lit kitchen, Diane looked around in wonder as she shadowed Darrel’s every move. He held a hand out for her to take, in which her hand could only wrap around his pinky. Her other hand was occupied holding the stuffed bear she had been given. She dragged it around everywhere.

“How hungry exactly are you, kid?” he posed, masking his nervous voice with a dry chuckle.

“Very,” Diane exaggerated, poking her head beside Darrel’s leg to have a look at what was inside the refrigerator.

It was nearly empty, with only a few tuppers of leftovers and two cases of beer stacked atop of one another. Darrel quickly shut the door and looked around for something else the little girl could enjoy to satisfy her hunger. “How about some…” he paused as he scanned the kitchen counter, “Some fruit? You like apples?”

Diane gasped and jumped up and down excitedly, “Yes, I’m so hungry I could eat a hundred, Darry!”

Her cute exclamation earned a hearty laugh from Darrel. He ruffled through her hair and continued to rinse and slice the apple for her. “Apple slices it is then.”

As Diane chewed on a thin slice of apple, she couldn’t help but feel empathy for Darrel. She was a natural caretaker and sharing was her given talent. “Here, this is for you,” she spoke up softly, a fresh slice of the fruit in her small hand.

“For me?” Darrel scoffed as his grin reappeared on his face. “Well thank you, Diane. That’s awfully sweet of you.”

He took a bite of the slice and watched as her face lit up with that charming grin of hers. He was utterly flattered by the kind gesture.

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Plummeting down to his seat by the lamp, Diane followed him with an excited gleam in her eye. She lifted her arms and with a heave, Darrel had placed her on one thigh, his hand holding her upright while the other grasped onto the fresh paper.

“I’m bettin’ you can’t read too well,” Darrel chuckled, his attention suddenly focused on the footsteps exiting his younger brother’s room.

“Darry - …” Sodapop began immediately, a flash of hesitation seen across his face. “Can she stay *just for tonight*? I already planned for this and everything. It’s just one night, come on.”

Darrel turned his head downwards to watch Diane’s big, fearful eyes, boring into his. He couldn’t say no. He’s grown to become fond of the little girl despite their short amount of time spent together. “If Diane can stay too…then I don’t see why not,” Darrel responded as he gently pinched her cheek with a convinced smile. It didn’t take much for him to have his mind made up.

Sodapop’s mouth was now wide open, a faint smile hidden beneath his shocked expression. He immediately began his way towards his bedroom door in which you stood in the doorway with a pleased expression. “Thank you, Darry - I mean it. You really are the best.”

“I’m sleeping here?” Diane asked.

Darrel’s nod of reassurance was what sealed the deal entirely. He gave a small rub to her back, soft up and downwards movements, “You and your sister, but that ain’t till later, honey.” His gaze shifted to the newspaper still fresh without the slightest crinkle or tear.

“Can you read along with me?” he asked softly, pointing to the tiny printed letters in black as Diane squinted.

“Hmm…” she started, her voice only a soft murmur now that she had been put on the spot. After a moment of silence, she shook her head in embarrassment, burying her face into Darrel’s chest. “It’s too hard,” she pouted against his body.

Darrel resumed his soft strokes on her back. “Hey - hey - it’s okay…I’ll help you. Does that sound like a plan?”

Diane slowly pulled away and nodded her head up and down to signal she would be comfortable with that instead.

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Not even ten minutes into their reading session, Diane was already dozing off and finding it difficult to keep her head lifted. Darrel could sense her struggling by the way her entire body would jerk back upright every few minutes. “You gettin’ tired on me already, pumpkin?” he laughed softly and folded the newspaper before resting it on the table beside him.

Diane mumbled incoherent words as she forced her eyes back open. “So…” she let out a yawn and blinked back stray tears, “Tired…”

“Come on, your sister’ll get you all ready for bed,” he whispered as he carefully held her up in his arm as he stood from the seat beneath him.

Pushing the bedroom door open, Darrel caught sight of you and Sodapop huddled up together underneath the fuzzy blanket that draped over your bodies. Sodapop had already drifted off with his arm lazily placed over you. Your eyebrows arose once Darrel stood with Diane in the doorway. “Hey…” you whispered, scooting upwards on the bed.

A slight jab to Sodapop’s side was enough to wake him up so that he could let you up and off the bed. You could hear his groan slowly drowning itself out as his body readjusted to lay without you, face planted into the warm pillow.

Darrel held back a laugh as if not to wake him further - especially Diane. “I think she’s gettin’ a little tired,” he mouthed to you as he stepped forward, proudly showing her off in his arm. Her head was hunched over on Darrel’s shoulder as her body leaned against his bicep.

“Shoot…I’ll take her to sleep with me on the couch if that’s okay…?” you suggested as you extended an arm for your little sister.

Darrel nodded and reluctantly loosened his hand on her back so she could be transferred to lay in your arms. “Yeah, that’s alright with me. I’m sorry you and uh…Soda can’t have much of a ‘sleepover’,” he added with a dry chuckle.

As bad as he felt the need to protect his little brother, he knew the two of you were madly in love and he couldn’t put an end to your feelings. He had to welcome you the best he could - while still keeping a watchful eye on you, of course. If it weren’t for him and Ponyboy sharing a bed, the two of you could’ve slept in each other’s arms. Diane played a big factor in this as well.

“Pfft, it’s okay, I’m more worried Diane isn’t getting into all sorts of trouble or pestering you,” you responded. Hoisting Diane up, she stirred awake slightly.

“Pester? She’s been a joy to be around,” Darrel smiled, watching as the little girl was now back in your possession. He began walking for the door since it was, in fact, getting late. “Well goodnight, tell Diane too if she ever wakes up,” he finished with a proud smile.

As the night progressed, Diane slept soundly beside you on the couch. She had kicked off the blanket sometime during the night. The house was completely quiet except for the occasional crack of a leaf outside, or creak in the sofa. Diane found herself lying wide awake. It must’ve been late. She felt a deep fear from the human-shaped shadows that surrounded her in the living room, the quiet hum of the overhead fan adding an eerie suspense to the room. The quiet ambiance spooked her more than she’d like to admit. Diane swallowed hard and squeezed her teddy bear tightly against her chest. The sudden cracking sound from the ceiling caused a flinch among the poor girl. She leaped off of the couch in a second’s notice and walked until she opened the first door her hand could reach. She had recognized this room well enough - the shelves stacked with trophies and framed pictures, the small rug beside the bed, and the familiar scent of faded musk and wood. She crawled onto the bed, finding it a bit challenging since it was so high off the floorboards beneath her. She pulled on Darrel’s shoulder relentlessly. “Darry! Darry! I heard it move!” she whisper-shouted.

Darrel was both shocked and confused to see Diane nearly pounce on him in the middle of the night. He could barely register her frantic speech after being startled so suddenly. “What? Are you alright?”

“I heard something move! It’s the shadow, Darry!” she nearly hollered, fear evident in her tone.

Darrel rubbed his eyes patiently, “There’s nothin’, kid. Go on back to sleep with your sister.” He ushered her for the door, dismissing her pleading expression entirely.

“But I saw it!” Diane’s voice cracked, tugging at his heartstrings. It dawned on him then - this was nothing but a typical childish fear. No ‘shadow monster’ could ever harm her.

Darrel sighed, unable to take much more of her sweet and innocent gaze which had been fixated on him since the moment they met. “Come on,” he whispered, peeling the covers open for her to crawl in bed beside him. She scooted closer without second thought. “I ain’t gonna let no monster get you,” he whispered to further comfort her.

Diane snuggled against Darrel, feeling his arm protectively holding her. She felt safe in the confines of his embrace, learning that nobody quite understood her like Darrel. As her eyes found their way shut, she knew nothing could tear her apart from her newfound favorite companion. Surely she would be back again, for she had won him over using nothing but her charm.

[korizzybee]

Hii i have a request for Grover underwood (he is my fav) and the request is basically him with a daughter of apollo. And they are sucha sunshine couple but the reader is definitely dramatic and after years of liking eachother they start to dance and yk kiss and confession. (Also maybe percabeth literally loosing their shit bc they already act like an couple bit they. are. not and mayyybeeeee the reader is mean to everyone but him?) oh and female reader please 😊😊 thank you so much i hope you have a great day❤️❤️❤️

“Ugh, Finally!”

Pairing: Grover Underwood x Black!fem!reader

Synopsis: after years of dancing around each other, they both finally gain the confidence to confess.

Warnings: none, y/n is daughter of Apollo, implied bisexual y/n, this takes place post-HoO

You have been at Camp Half-Blood for seven years now, but never in those seven years have you once gained the confidence to confess your feelings to your long-term crush, Grover Underwood.

It’s been a year since Gaea was defeated and summer was coming to an end. You’d be leaving for college in New Rome with Annabeth and Percy. You’d said your goodbyes to your siblings, a ton of them were crying and begging for you to stay just a while longer.

Will had to scold them for you, making you chuckle. Though, before you leave, Chiron decided to host a party in honor of the first demigods at Camp Half-Blood to be going to college in New Rome.

You were dressed in a long and elegant golden satin, your h/c curls pulled into a tight bun. Will was currently doing your make up, his focused face was just the most adorable thing to you. (Not that you’d ever admit it to him). “And done.” He said, putting everything away in your small make up bag.

“You look so beautiful, Y/N.” Annabeth said, she was getting herself ready in the Apollo Cabin. She wore a long dark red glittery dress and her black hair was done in goddess braids. “Thanks, Annabeth.” You said to your best friend. “Trying to look good for Grover I see.” She teased, making you roll your eyes at the girl.

“Whatever, shut up, I didn’t get all dressed up for him.” You said to her. Though, the thought of him seeing you in something like this made your heart race. “What about you getting all dressed up for Fish-for-Brains?” You teased, you watched her face flush slightly. You laughed at her reaction, shaking your head slightly.

The party was held by the lake, as you and Annabeth arrived there, the scenery left both of you breathless. The nymphs had done an amazing job at decorating and cooking. There were streamers and fairy lights shining soft colors hanging from around the nearby trees, a group of water nymphs were in charge of the music. And you saw Juniper handing out drinks to people.

You saw Percy talking with Connor Stoll. “Look,” you tapped Annabeth on her shoulder. “There’s Percy, let’s go over to him.” You said to the slightly shorter girl, pulling her softly by her arm. Connor noticed the two of you walking over and tapped Percy. As he turned around, the boy’s face went as red as Annabeth’s dress.

You gave Annabeth a smirk, even though they’d been dating for years, Percy still acted like a giddy middle schooler when it came to her. “Annabeth, hey, you uh- you look amazing.” Percy said, trying to find the words that best complimented the girl’s attire. “Thanks Percy, you look nice too.”

You went and stood beside Connor Stoll who gave you an amused smile. “You picked that dress out for her, didn’t you?” He asked you. “I did, Annabeth was never really the type of girl to be into all that glitz and glam. So, when she came to me asking for help, I decided to give it to her. Only, under the condition she’d help me with my senior portfolio.”

You said to the younger boy with a smile, crossing your arms over your chest. He let out a chuckle, “yep, that sounds like something you would do. Anyways, you have a good eye for fashion, you look nice.” He said to you. “Thanks, you do too, I suppose.” You said to him. “You wouldn’t have seen Grover around, have you?” You asked him.

Connor smirked at your question, which made you sigh in annoyance. “Don’t look at me like that, because I know exactly what you’re thinking.” You said to him. “Out of all the people here at camp, I never expected you to fall for someone like Grover. Not judging, but I always imagined you with someone like Clarisse or any Ares kid. Your personalities just match more.”

You pretended to gag. “Ew, what? Clarisse La Rue? There’s no way in hell I’d be caught dating that crazy girl. She’s too obsessed with pleasing her dad and being the best fighter at camp to understand how to love someone. Don’t get me wrong, she’s very attractive and I would date her, just under different circumstances.”

“When you say ‘different circumstances’ do you mean if you weren’t practically in love with Grover?” He asked you with teasing smile, nudging your arm slightly. You rolled your eyes at the shorter boy. “This right here is why you don’t have a girlfriend.” You said to him. “I’ll go find Grover on my own.” You said, walking away. “It’s not like you have a boyfriend or girlfriend either!” Conner Stoll yelled out to you as you widened the distance between you two.

You’d been searching for Grover for an hour now, and no one had seen him around. Sure, parties were never really his thing, but you thought if he wasn’t coming to see you, he’d at least come to see his best friends, Percy and Annabeth. You were starting to give up hope on seeing him at all tonight.

You walked through a secluded part of the forest, softly humming to yourself, now holding your heels in your hands. You’d never been a nature person until Grover, at first you only pretended to be interested in it to have something in common with him. Over time though, you started to genuinely enjoy it yourself, often walking through this part of camp to clear your mind when stressed.

You caught a soft light in the corner of your eyes and decided to walk towards it. Your footsteps quiet as you went to inspect whatever it was. Your eyes widened as you saw Grover sitting on a log, a small lamp beside him. You forgot satyrs tended to have great hearing as Grover turned around to face you. “Y/N?” He said.

“Grover…hey.” You said quietly, walking over and sitting next to him. “Hey.” He said back. He was wearing a dark green suit, his brown skin and dark curly hair glowed softly in the light. ‘So he was at the party, I must’ve just not noticed him then.’ You thought to yourself. “Why are you out here by yourself?” You asked the boy. He smiled at you.

“You know parties have never really been my thing, I mainly came because Percy asked me to.” He said truthfully. “Oh.” You said, a slight pang in your chest. ‘So he didn’t come to see me.’ “I also came to see you too.” He said, looking at you with his usual smile. “Oh.” You said once more, your cheeks slightly burning.

“Sorry, I had too overwhelmed with the setting before I could actually see you, so I came out here to calm down.” He said apologetically. “It’s okay, Grover, I wouldn’t want you to be uncomfortable there waiting on me anyways.” You told him. “Thanks.” He said. There were a couple beats of silence before Grover broke it.

“Sooo..college huh? And in New Rome as well.” Grover said, a bit awkwardly. “Yep, I’m also going to help Reyna find a new augur for Camp Jupiter since Octavian’s gone now.” You said, playing with your hands in your lap. “I guess while I’m gone, you’ll be bringing more kids into camp, right?” You asked, even though you already knew the answer.

He nodded. “Yea, I wish I could come with you, Percy, and Annabeth though.” You smiled and looked down at your hands. “I wish you could too. I mean, we’ve always just been a little group, the four of us. So now it feels weird not having you there with us.” You told him. “Yea, I feel the same way, it’s going to be weird not stopping you and Percy’s arguments anymore.”

“Y/N/Grover I-“ you both spoke at the same time, turning towards each other. “You can go first.” You both said in unison again. You then sighed in annoyance. “How about I go first?” You offered. Grover nodded in agreement. “We leave tomorrow morning and..I didn’t want to leave without telling you how I feel about you, Grover.” You said softly.

“Grover, I love you, I’ve liked you ever since you helped me with my chores in the strawberry fields. You’re also kindhearted and easy to talk to, I feel like I don’t have to have a constant wall up around you, guarding my feelings.” You told him. You felt his hand touch yours.

“I like you too, Y/N, ever since I saw you stand up to Ares alongside Percy.” He said with a smile. “You’re so much more different than me, yet it feels so right to be with you. Your fiery personality and your passion for being a great fighter are what makes you, you, and I love it. I’m glad to have been by your side these past seven years.” He told you. “I’m sorry I wasn’t with you during the party.”

You turned your head towards the lights in the distance, you still hear the faint music from it. You stood up and brushed off your dress, holding your hand out for him. “Well, we don’t need to be at a big celebration party with all the other campers. We can have one right here, just you and me.” You said as he grabbed your hand and you helped him up.

Grover placed his hands on your waist and you wrapped your arms around his neck. You both swayed slowly to the faint music in the background. “Does this make us boyfriend and girlfriend now?” He asked you. You laughed softly as his question and placed a kiss on his cheek. “Yes, Grover, yes it does.”

Your moment was cut short by a certain black haired girl and blonde boy standing by the trees. “Ugh, finally!” Annabeth said as Percy chuckled at her side, a hand on her shoulder. “Go away you guys!” You yelled at them, Grover laughed, feeling slightly embarrassed.

[chasedbyatlantic]

beach baby, joel miller

summary: IN WHICH — while driving out along the coast, joel miller decides to surprise you with one of your favourite things - a visit to the beach.

warnings: post outbreak!joel, jackson era!joel, gender neutral!reader, implied/established relationship, love dovey joel, literally joel being husband material, relationship things, stripping, swearing. lmk if i missed anything!

wordcount: 2.5k

a/n: this and puppy love are tied for my fav fics rn. i am genuinely obsessed w this like i can imagine him doing this so vividly ugh. also! i opened my requests so gogogo and request any sort of fics! remember to reblog, comment, like and follow for updates on new fics. love u all xoxo

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It had been years since the two of you had travelled together, outside of the walls. Of course, you weren't complaining about the safety that the walls had provided you and Joel, but you missed it. You missed the thrill, the always-on-edge feeling you got when travelling hundreds of miles from safety. Plus, to be quite honest, you missed when it was just you and Joel. Of course you had loved Ellie with everything in you, but there was just something that happened with you when you were by yourself with him; a euphoric feeling- a feeling you only got when you were with the man you loved.

Joel had gotten clearance (like he needed it, he would've just left anyway) from Tommy weeks prior to your departure from Jackson. Though you would only be gone for a month or two, Tommy had to reschedule people into your shifts at work and what not. When he had asked Joel on where he was going, he got no answer. Joel didn't know himself, usually he was a 'prepare for everything' type of person, but lately he has been more of a 'i'll go wherever the road takes me' guy.

The last time you were awake, it had to be hours ago at this point, the window was rolled far down and some sort of song by The Beach Boys was playing on the stereo (Joel had installed one just for you, as you proclaimed your undying love for music more times than he could keep track of). This time of the year was your favourite - it was summer. The days were long, the sun was out, and your hair grew a shade lighter. Joel, on the other hand, hated summer. He hated the way his clothes would cling onto him, and the way sweat would roll down his neck the second he stepped outside.

Joel had told you that you guys were going to head to California. Apparently there was a trader that he knew from a while back that he needed to pay a visit to, and had asked you if you were in for the ride. Without a doubt, you were. This lead you to the current moment.

You had moved around a little bit in the passenger seat of Joel's pickup truck, it wasn't the most comfortable. Although, you hadn't minded. Wind was still blowing in your face and through your hair, which had muted out the sounds of the familiar song you had fallen asleep to. As you attempt to stretch your leg and shift around, you can feel pressure holding it down. You had opened your eyes and glanced down, blurred vision, to observe Joel's hand resting upon your thigh.

You had exhaled as you sunk back further into your seat, life felt good- it felt normal. Joel's hand had reached up off your thigh for a split second to turn down the stereo a bit, but his hand took his returning place on the open of your skin. "You were out for hours, darlin'." You had only hummed in response (since you were only half awake, not completely aware of where you were).

"We're in California, crossed the border 'bout'n hour ago." This caused you to glance over at Joel driving. One hand on the wheel, sleeves rolled up, focused- god, if he wasn't driving you'd tell him to get in the back seat. "How long 'til we're at this place you're takin' me to?" You had to rip yourself out of the depths of your imagination after seeing him like this.

Joel had hummed to himself, attempting to mental math his way through the question you asked. "Don't know baby, before sun fall I'm guessin'." That was a good enough answer for you. You had brought your hand to rest on top of his over your thigh, and you could feel his grip loosen a bit once you did this. Joel always had to have a part of his body on yours, his love language most definitely being physical touch. In reality, though, he was afraid that if he let go of you- you'd disappear with the blink of an eye.

With the next few hours of just you and him talking about anything and everything, you had finally noticed the sun start to set. You hadn't even realized the day was almost gone. Being deep in thought with the hunk of a man right beside you had its cons, you had guessed. Right before you had opened your mouth, Joel beat you to it, "Gonna pull over here, I'll finish the drive tomorrow."

He did just as he said and took a right into an open field, the car ride became about fifty times bumpier than previously which you weren't a fan of. Though, it was over soon, Joel had found a nice place tucked just after the tree line for you guys to spend the night in. "Backseat?" He had questioned, glancing over at you.

"Jesus Christ, at least take me out to dinner first!" Had escaped your lips, followed with a bunch of laughs. Joel couldn't help but turn his neutral look into a happy one, a few chuckles in sync with yours. He loved you, but he loved you even more when you were like this. To say you being cocky and arrogant in a joking way turned him on was an understatement.

"The car'll get a flat if we do anythin' in that sorts, ya' know that." He had (sort of, not really) scolded you once both of your laughs had calmed down. A fake frown was now plastered on top of the beaming smile, sighing with a small 'fine'. All jokes aside, you had gotten out of the truck to hop in the backseat. Not for any funny business (unfortunately), but for actual sleep. Joel had beaten you there by just (in a bad fashion) crawling through the middle piece.

The seats had already been down from the nights previous, with the sheets and pillows already in place. Joel had already taken his shirt off and was laying down, stomach side up. You couldn't help but admire him as you switched what you were wearing to become more comfortable. "Starin' ain't well-mannered, doll." This resulted in you laying down beside him, stomach side down.

"You love it, don't lie." Joel could only chuckle in response as he drooped his arm around your waist. Sweet nothings were whispered to each other for the next while before one or the other fell asleep, you couldn't really remember. Nights like this were the most uncomfortable thing, but you found comfort in the man beside you every time.

You woke up without the feeling of your man wrapped around you, which wasn't a good start to your day. You had only figured that he had probably gotten an early start to his day (once again), in the driver's seat was the new normal for Joel, at least for the last month.

You felt the sun beaming in your face- it was blinding, even with your eyes tightly shut. This had indicated to you that you were no longer in the forest, and for sure on the road. "Joel." You had hummed, moving around a tad bit.

There wasn't a response, he had to have been concentrated on the road- or you were just quieter than you thought. "Joel." You hummed once again, a yawn soon following suit. The only sound that had returned was the sounds of birds chirping, and- a sound you couldn't recognize. You brain was going about a hundred miles an hour, but you couldn't place what it was.

Now pissed off with him, you sat up and looking around. Your eyes were glossy at it was too bright to properly see anything- but you could see the empty driver's seat. "This isn't fucking funny!" You began to panic. Why didn't he wake you, why didn't he tell you where he was going, was he safe?

The thoughts were emptied out of your head when you heard him call your name, you immediately turn your head left and look out the window. It was Joel, thank god, but was that- it couldn't be, there was no way.

A beach.

"Holy fuckin' shi-" You were interrupted by the back door quickly opening, and Joel reaching his hand out. "Surprise." Surprise? This was more than just a surprise, to you. This was heaven. You thought you had already met heaven when you met Joel Miller, but this? This came to a close second.

You grabbed his hand and he pulled you out (carefully and what not). This man had the biggest smile on his face, ever. He knew this would make you happy, you always told him stories about when you were younger. Your grandparents had owned a little cottage on the water before they had passed, years and years ago.

"I cannot fuckin' believe it, Joel!" You sounded like you were going to bawl. You were, to be honest. Why was he so good to you- he didn't need to be, you felt as if you didn't deserve it. If anyone deserved surprises like this, it was Joel.

"Well ya' better start to, I ain't goin' swimmin' by myself." If anyone had a bigger smile than you right now, it was him (and it was a genuine one, too). You had brought your lips to him in a quick, but hungry, fashion. He didn't hesitate to kiss you back, there was nobody around to worry about seeing you two like this.

After a moment, you pulled back. You had immediately turned around and stripped, just leaving your undergarments on. Joel had adverted his eyes, despite seeing you with less on millions of times. After the last shoe was pulled off your foot, you turned back around. He had tried his hardest to keep his eyes on yours, not to trail them down your curved body. You had to do the same, Joel was just in his boxers and- well, it was a sight, to say the least.

You grab Joel's hand, intertwining your fingers between each other. He glances down, another small smile raising to his lips. This didn't last for long, though. Within the blink of an eye, you were racing down the burning hot sand toward the water with Joel following suit (not by choice, he would've loved to take his time).

It feels like a thousand needles are piercing you - the water is so cold, but you don't care. All you wanted was to swim. You had let go of Joel's hand before you completely dived into the water (once deep enough, of course). You were fully submerged and swimming for what felt like forever. You loved this, you craved it.

You remerged a couple yards away from Joel, who was still standing on the shore looking absolutely breathtaking, to say the least. "What're you waiting for? Get your fine ass in here!" You had called out to him. Joel took some baby steps in, but not past his ankle. You had shook your head, before an idea hit you.

You had swam over to Joel, eventually standing up when it was shallow enough. You had opened your arms as you approached him, giving him the hint you were going to give him a hug. "You do that darlin', an' I ain't drivin' your pretty ass back home." Joel sounded serious, but you knew he would never leave you.

"Yes you will." You argued to him, still approaching. The man in front took a hesitant step back, not trusting you. Quickly, before Joel could do anything else, you ambush. You jumped full force at him and wrap your arms around his neck, he cringes. He cringes so hard that he almost dropped you. Almost.

Joel had let out a moan, now freezing cold. With you in his arms, practically in tears from laughter, he finds a way to get payback at you. Now that he was wet, he decided to charge deeper in the water (you still in his arms). You let out a squeal once Joel was shoulder deep, both syncing your laughs shortly after.

Joel had let go of you, and now you were treading. Since it was up to his shoulders, it was above your head. "You're perfect, ya' know." His hand had found yours under the water, you let him hold it. "I am? Baby, ya' did all this for me. If anyone's perfect-" You brought your free hand to Joel's cheek, cupping it, "-It's you." He couldn't help but let a smile shine through his face.

It was true, if you searched up "perfect" in the dictionary Joel Miller would come up. He brought out the best of you, even on days where you couldn't get out of bed. He made your world, even if it was nearing the end of everyone else's.

Hours later, once you two were completely red from too much sun and heat-tired, you lay in the back of Joel's pickup truck. It was night, pitch black. The waves were crashing alongside the waterline, and the birds had gone to rest. It was warm outside, but due to too much sun, the both of you were freezing. You were cuddled underneath a spare blanket that Joel had packed away before you guys left Jackson, bodies tangled with each other.

Today was the best day you had in a while- no, the best day you had period. Granted, anyday with Joel was a blessing, but today was different. You didn't have to survive, you got to take life for granted for a few hours.

You weren't the only one who enjoyed the day, Joel did too (if it wasn't clear). He needed both a mental and physical break after driving for hours and hours for weeks. When finding this beach while you were asleep, he knew it was perfect. Granted, he went and checked it out while you were sleeping to make sure everything was safe for you guys (it was), and that just added to his mood.

Light pollution wasn't a thing anymore, at least not in rural California, so you got to see the stars. Not just one or two, every star. "Joel," You spoke, squeezing his hand that was wrapped around your shoulder. He hummed in response, too tired for words. "The brightest stars in the sky, the one on the left is Spica, and the one on the right is Arcturus."

He looked up, almost surprised you knew this. He didn't take you to be an astronomy girl. "You're too smart for ya' own good." His finger rubbed up and down on top of your shoulder. You had leaned farther back into him, so carefree.

"I'm happy I got to be your beach baby." You blurt out, not really thinking about what you had said. This earned a quiet chuckle to escape from the man's lips. "You can be my beach baby any day ya' want." Joel's grip tightened around you, the pressure of his head was now felt on top of yours.

Everyday spent with this man was a good day- no, a great day. Being alive was luck, but being alive with your best friend was fate. You will never forget today, the day Joel Miller took you to a beach for the first time. You will never forget the look he had when he watched you being the happiest you've been in so long. For as long as you live, you'll never forget that you're Joel Miller's beach baby.

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beach baby, bon iver

[whoreforsplatasha]

Jealousy (Jinx x Female r)

Part 5

series contains- *smut, violence, obscene language*

3rd person

current story time:  8:30 am

Jinx slipped her circular goggles on and blasted her speakers full volume; she began working on her 'butterfly bombs' and took her abstracted screwdriver and dissembled some parts of it. Jinx bobbed her head at the music 'get jinxed' and  continued her creation when Silco entered her room.

"jinx" he called, she didn’t hear him and continued to work on her gold like butterfly bombs. "JINX" he repeated himself starting to lose patience, even after shouting, jinx still didn't hear him over the loud music. "JINX!" he yelled and smashed her music player with his fist angrily; "that's meee" she spun around smiling.

Silco sighed and massaged his temples. "I need you to collect some cargo from an airship in Piltover for me" "is sevika coming?" silco hesitated, "yes she w-" "i'm good" jinx replied a little too quickly. "jinx i need you to do this mission for me" jinx stayed silent. "you’re the only one i can trust to carry this out" again jinx stayed silent. He sighed again, "it would've been a great learning experiencing for you working with someone close to your age" jinx shot up at that statement. "you mean su- uh y/n will be there too?" Jinx asked enthusiastically. "yes i thought it wou-" jinx cut him off, "i'll go, what time do we leave?" Silco stood there shocked for a few seconds questioning himself of jinx's sudden agreement. "9 o' clock" jinx nodded and shooed him out.  Still processing what had just occurred Silco went back to his office to make arrangements for their mission.

                                                                                         . . .

your pov

9:29 am

"y/n you and jinx will guard the cargo on the right and I’ll make sure everything else runs smoothly" I nodded and hurried down the mini staircase leading to the bottom of the ship. I ignited my lamp and used my eyes to scan the room for any sign of possible threats. I heard whispering and the hairs on my arm stood up, I gulped. "jinx? is that you?" I took a step forward when I felt something brush my back; I shrieked. "heya sugar" I let out a breath of relief "what the hell" "did i scare you?" she pouted. "you’re so annoying" I rolled my eyes. "hm that's funny, then why do you always check me out whenever I see you?" I blushed and caught myself checking her out again. She smirked, "n-no i don't check you out ha you wish" she softly smiled. "maybe i do sugar" she walked closer, towering over me. My insides started heating up and my cheeks went red. She leaned in and so did I, now our lips were less than an inch apart. "but if you think i'm annoying i'll stop bothering you" (your fav cock blocker ;)

what the actual fuck, does she like me or not? oh no.. i think i'm falling for jinx. this makes everything so much harder

"firelights! they're here!" one of our men shouted. Jinx grabbed me and pulled me to the back of the piles of crates. She blew my lamp out and jumped effortlessly on her lift (the thing she rides on in this scene) we heard gunshots go off followed by a weird crystallization sound. Two firelights came down to where we were, holding a torch "oh no she's here" one of them said fearfully.

damn she really does have a reputation huh?

The firelight holding the torch threw it on the ground revealing the swing jinx had previously pushed with the marking BOOM underneath it. Jinx hung upside down and let the lift carry her between them while sneakily attaching 6 bombs, 3 on each. Seconds later an explosion was heard and purple smoke erupted from the trap door. I followed jinx out and she took a few steps out of the smoke. She blew her bangs out of her face, crossed her arms and put on the most innocent looking face, "hi"

jinx's pov

I caught the two bombs y/n threw and extracted both pins with my teeth, I threw them at the onlooking firelights and used my handgun to take out the rest. I saw y/n successfully shoot and kill a couple firelights, I smiled and continued taking them down. I saw the leader of the firelights pouring some sort of flammable liquid over the shimmer shipment and a masked guy ready to ignite it. I quickly ran up to him, knocked his mask off and grabbed his wrist. But it wasn't a guy.. it was girl..with pink hair.

Images and memories started flooding my head, "vi?" I was relieved that my sister was alive until I heard the voices from that day. "I can't lose you" "why did you leave me?" "because you're a jinx" my expression changed from shocked to hatred. The girl look at me confused and used my shocked expression as an opportunity to ignite the flames setting the cargo on fire. She then struggled to get out of my grip, I let her go then shot her before she could get far. "no!" I heard a voice shout, I stood there panting when I saw the leader heading towards me. I took out my minigun and began firing aimlessly accidentally shooting my crew.

your pov

I saw a few firelights headed for me so I took my own gun and shot them. Some I dodged others I attacked; I was looking for jinx when I observed her just standing there gripping unto someone's wrist, she looked like she had just seen a ghost. She eventually shot them after the damage had already been done. Silco is going to kill her.

"you should've seen it, she fired on us" sevika complained. "they're always mishaps in a battle, the firelights were her target and most are dead" silco excused. 

i- is this bitch fr. 

 "it wasn't a mishap she froze up and lost her shit, i could've handled those brats. she's a problem and we all know it" "we?" he turned his chair so it faced us. "who's we?" sevika stayed silent. "i expected more from you than void excuses, it was your job to make sure things went smoothly; you failed me" he looked at me "don't fail me again" sevika grunted and left with me following quickly behind her.

he kept making excuses for her, she's his weakness but i can't hurt her i don't want too. but it's the only way my mother's love or her's.

[feybarn]

Thanks for all the prompts you guys sent. I'm definitely not going to be able to hit them all at once. But I'm going to try to get to at least one or two a day...

Up first with @everfascinated's prompt.

It's Monday and I'm really feeling it lol Can Obi-Wan relax with your fav Jedi/Mando/clone? I'm working for the weekend, someone needs to just sit and read or have a nice day with people they love

Some Obi-Wan & Quinlan.

Obi-Wan glared at his interloper, currently looming over him and holding Obi-Wan’s datapad over his head. “What are you doing?”

“You are going to give me an ulcer,” Quinlan said. “Literally. An ulcer. I can feel it growing right now.” He pressed his free hand against his stomach and let out an exaggerated groan. “I never thought you were capable of such cruelty.”

Obi-Wan wasn’t amused. In the slightest. “I need to finish the report for my latest mission, Quin.”

“You need to take a break before you break down. This may come as a surprise to you, but things like fatigue and stress do affect you the same way they do the rest of us.”

Obi-Wan sighed. “Quin. My datapad. Give it to me.”

Quinlan scoffed, turned off the datapad, and stuck it in his belt. “Not a chance.” 

Obi-Wan had somehow forgotten just how supremely irritating Quinlan could be. How he’d managed to forget that was something of a mystery, because Quinlan was… Quinlan. Apparently the back to back missions he and Anakin had been sent on the last year were getting to him. He didn’t know why he was being ‘specifically requested’ so often, but he’d really prefer it stop happening. “What do you want, Quin?”

“I want you to relax. For an evening. That’s it.”

The thought filled Obi-Wan with longing. As it was… “I can’t.” He had already received a message requesting that he and Anakin prepare for another mission in three days, there was too much to do in the next three days to relax. Mace had been apologetic, but the request for Obi-Wan had come straight from the Senate.

Beyond that, he’d agreed to teach several hand to hand courses for the senior padawans—which was less hand to hand and more how to fight dirty—had several meetings with Senators from former missions, and a meeting with the council.

“You can, actually,” Quinlan said. “Aayla is inviting Anakin to join her and a few other padawans for a night in the holo-room for the night. Star gazing, supposedly, but we both know that’s just code for gossip. That means the two of us are free for the night.”

“I’m not going cantina hopping, Quinlan.”

Quinlan rolled his eyes. “Give me some credit, Obi-Wan. I know when you’re in a cantina hopping mood. I have deigned to suffer this evening, all for your sake, and we’re going to do something you consider relaxing.”

Obi-Wan crossed his arms over his chest, because this was sure to be good. Quinlan didn’t know the first thing about relaxing in a way that didn’t include chaos.

Obi-Wan would be lying if he said he didn’t at times egg Quinlan on, but he simply was too drained to do so.

“In this theoretical situation where I give in, what, exactly, do you plan on us doing?”

Quinlan’s expression shifted into one of exaggerated long-suffering. “We are going to watch the prime-time recording of the Phantasma Opera.” He shuddered. “I borrowed the recording from Windu and stole some tea from Depa and…” He paused for obvious emphasis. “I raided Siri’s kitchen for the little sugary monstrosities that you like. I risked my life for this evening.”

“Siri’s going to kill you,” Obi-Wan said. His mouth watered at the thought of the Alderaanian Delights Siri hoarded. “How about this, you give me those Alderaanian Delights and I get back to work. You can consider your mission accomplished.”

“Nope,” Quinlan said easily. “It’s everything or nothing.”

Obi-Wan was too professional to pout, but it was Quinlan; Quinlan had seen him do worse. He pouted.

Quinlan was unfazed. “So, I’m stealing your datapad and setting up in your quarters. You can choose to join me or you can languish here in the archives.” Quinlan sauntered away.

Obi-Wan groaned and buried his face in his arms on the table.

He was so tired. 

Quinlan was such a pest, really. Obi-Wan didn’t know how he put up with him.

He forced himself out of the chair.

Quinlan was wrong; Obi-Wan didn’t need a break. But… well, Quinlan had clearly gone through a great deal of work—risking Siri’s wrath on top of it all—to give Obi-Wan a break. And he really had wanted to see the Phantasma Opera for quite some time.

He made it to his quarters to find Quinlan sprawled over his couch, Phantasma Opera queued up, tea steeping, and Alderaanian Delights in a box on his chest.

Obi-Wan forced Quinlan to move his legs before he sat down. “I need my datapad back.”

“Tomorrow,” Quinlan said. “I’m teaching your class on fighting dirty, already cleared it with the Masters—who were quite pleased to have an expert Shadow, by the way—so you have time then.”

Obi-Wan stared at his best friend, because tonight had been… appreciated for the intent behind it, but some part of Obi-Wan had been on edge trying to figure out what to do with the time he was losing. This… this was more than he had thought he could ask for. Some of his tension released. 

“Thanks Quinlan,” he said quietly. 

Quinlan smirked at him. “Don’t thank me too soon. I’m going to tell all of the padawans about the time you won a cantina fight because you freaked out the Duros smuggler by threatening to bite him.”

Obi-Wan laughed. “Have I told Aayla the story of the time we almost poisoned Yoda when we brought him the wrong type of frog as a life day present?”

“Not yet,” Quinlan said, a gleeful look entered his eyes. Mostly because the story was more hilarious than embarrassing, Master Yoda had been delighted by their ‘murder attempt’. “But you can tell her tomorrow at dinner.”

Obi-Wan thought about protesting, but with Quinlan taking on Obi-Wan’s classes, his whole day tomorrow was suddenly free; he could spare another evening with Quinlan.

He leaned back against the sofa and relaxed as the Opera started.

His tension faded away. For the first time in ages, Obi-Wan just… relaxed. 

Kark. Quinlan had been right; he was going to be absolutely insufferable.

[neurodiversebones]

what are some of ur favorite episodes, if you don't mind sharing? i'm in the mood for a rewatch but don't know where to start 😭

gonna do this by season !!! there are SOOO many that i adore lol

season one :

- 1×09 , man in the fallout shelter (MY COMFORT EPISODE OF ALL TIME my mom and i like to watch it together and i can recite parts of it from memory)

- 1×17 , the skull in the desert (for the brengela content mostly LMAO)

- 1×22 , the woman in limbo (BRENNAN ANGST !!)

season two :

- 2×03 , the boy in the shroud (MORE BRENNAN ANGST !! so much good brennan development + brennan/cam moments here)

- 2×08 , the woman in the sand (brennan hot im so gay)

- 2×09 , aliens in a spaceship (not a hot take this is everyones top 5 but <33 god its SO GOOD)

- 2×11 , judas on a pole (i love max keenan ....)

season three :

- 3×05 , the mummy in the maze (BRENNAN/CAM/ANGELA'S COSTUMES IM SOOO GAY .....)

- 3×09 , the santa in the slush (this is the first episode i remember watching when i was a kid + im a SUCKER for a christmas episode)

- 3×12 , the baby in the bough (ACCIDENTAL BABY ACQUISITION !! i have done 'dancing phalanges !!' to my nieces btw .)

- 3×13 , the verdict in the story (I LOVE MAX KEENAN)

season four (currently where i am in my rewatch) :

- 4×04 , the finger in the nest (RIPLEY BRENNAN IM SOBBING)

- 4×08 , the skull in the sculpture (idgaf abt the case but ANGELA GIRLKISSER)

- 4×12 , double trouble in the panhandle (CIRCUS BRENNAN !!)

- 4×14 , the hero in the hold (ghosts confirmed ?? b&b angst ??)

- 4×21 , mayhem on a cross (SWEETS ....)

- 4×22 , double death of the dearly departed (watched this ep after taking a 40mg+ edible . i had never been high before . insane experience .)

- 4×26 , the end in the beginning (AU EPISODE !! B&B KISSES !!)

season five :

- 5×10 , the goop on the girl (CHRISTMAS EPISODES !!!)

- 5×12 , the proof in the pudding (bones canonically solved jfk's murder and thats just . a thing .)

- 5×16 , the parts in the sum of the whole (i fucking love this episode its everything to me)

-5×17 , the death of the queen bee (I LOVE A GOOD HS REUNION TROPE)

- 5×21 , the boy with the answer (i love a courtroom drama episode)

season six :

- 6×03 , maggots in the meathead (ONE OF THE FUNNIEST EPISODES OF ALL TIME)

- 6×09 , doctor in the photo (god this episode is so sad but its SO good)

- 6×14 , the bikini in the soup (valentines ,,,, i LOVE holiday episodes guys)

- 6×16 , the blackout in the blizzard (I LOVE THIS EPISODE SM EVERY SECOND OF IT IS FANTASTIC AND ITS SO UNDERRATED)

- 6×21 , the signs in the silence (brennan w kids makes me emotional)

- 6×22 , the hole in the heart (oh yk . the agonies)

- 6×23 , the change in the game (hi its wanda im at the bowling alley . bowling . I'M PREGNANT, BOOTH . YOU'RE THE FATHER . THE ADELE FADE AT THE END . IM CRYING)

season seven :

- 7×06 , the crack in the code (BANGER setup to an arc i have complicated feelings abt . this ep has such a spooky vibe i love it)

- 7×07 , the prisoner in the pipe (BABY !!)

- 7×13 , the past in the present (THE END JUST MAKES ME SO SAD I LOVE THE ANGST)

season eight :

- 8×06 , the patriot in purgatory (i love having all the interns YIPPEE)

- 8×07 , the bod in the pod (im just here for camastoo . you are my carburator .)

- 8×14 , the doll in the derby (ANGELA ON ROLLERSKATES ....)

- 8×15 , the shot in the dark (ghosts are real part 4 . christine brennan triggers my mommy issues . i want her to hug me .)

- 8×23 , the pathos in the pathogens (ANOTHER TOP TIER FAV EPISODE THE ANGST IS SO GOOD)

season nine :

- 9×04 , the sense in the sacrifice (YIPPEE LOVE !! PELANT DEAD !!)

- 9×06 , the woman in white (brennans vows make me sob every time .)

- 9×10 , the mystery in the meat (COWGIRL BAR FIGHT IM SO <33)

- 9×11 , the spark in the park (brennan talking to the professor makes me SOB .)

- 9×24 , the recluse in the recliner (tbh i never understand the fbi conspiracy arc but this episode is crazy)

season ten :

- 10×02 , the lance to the heart (you put the lime in the coconut ....)

- 10×10 , the 200th in the 10th (INSANE OLD HOLLYWOOD AU ITS SO FUCKING FUN)

- 10×15 , the eye in the sky (booth angst booth angst)

season eleven :

- 11×09 , the cowboy in the contest (I LOVE UNDERCOVER I LOVE COSTUMES)

- 11×10 , the doom in the boom (HODGINS ANGST)

- 11×12 , the murder of the meninist ("we love going viral" "so do infectious diseases")

- 11×13 , the monster in the closet (PUPPETEER ARC !!!)

- 11×18 , the movie in the making (comfort episode I LOVE A MOCKUMENTARY AND ALSO THE CAMASTOO PROPOSAL)

- 11×22 , the nightmare within the nightmare (this episode scared me so bad bc i watched it at 4am 😭 THE FUCKING ZACK REVEAL IS CRAZY)

season twelve :

- 12×01 , the hope in the horror (I HATE THE DEMONIZATION OF DID ITS SO GROSS BUT I LOVE SEEING ZACK)

- 12×07 , the scare in the score (I CRIED SO BAD ....)

- 12×09 , the steal in the wheels (i giggled i <3 silly undercover time)

- 12×11 , the day in the life (CAMASTOO WEDDING IM SOBBINGGGG . ALSO THE END HOLY SHIT)

- 12×12 , the end in the end (i fucking wept . i love tge finale im so emotional abt it .)

[bisonaari]

Hi! I'm Bison (she/her but I'll take any pronoun really)

For my Jukka tag, follow the duck 🦆

For my art tag, click here!

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For Käärijä fanzine info (until I make actual social media for it), please check my fanzine tag!

OFFICIAL ZINE BLOG IS @kaarijazineofficial

Current stage of fanzine developpment: All done forever 🥰

About me under the cut!

I'm Bison, but my usual username on other social media is Crevettola! (That'll teach me a lesson about making a username five seconds before going to bed lol). My first name would be Eléa !

I'm 31 years old, Canadian/Belgian/French citizen (yes)

I work in the animation industry :) I'm a 2D rigging artist (I make lil cartoon puppets that I don't neither draw myself nor animate myself lmao, I'm just in an organigram and hierarchy software all day)

Mini teeny tiny faq:

@i-wasnt-ready-for-this asked about my art journey:

Oh boy hahaha. So I'm a multicrafter kind of person. I embroider (cross stitch), sew, knit, crochet, and plenty other stuff. When I don't draw, I usually do one of those.

I've always made art since I was a little kid, I made comics, tried to join zines when I was a teen (that didn't work out but I still have the pages somewhere lol), and then my mom asked me to stop art to go into science. So I stopped drawing for 6 years, then fell into Undertale and started drawing fanart like there was no tomorrow and joined animation school for 3 years. (If you're curious you can watch my thesis film here, but be warned, all of it was done by myself so that's why the animation sucks ass lmao. I gave all my focus to rigging to land a job in this area of the industry. Which I did, thanks to this film!!!) That school burnt the living hell out of me and gave me hand injuries, so I can't draw trad anymore or even write more than two minutes without having to stop because of pain. So when I graduated in 2020, I stopped drawing almost completely. Then Käärijä happened and I'm back at it I guess??

Realistic art is my fav thing in the world, transcribing reality in 2D dimension is really my first passion in art. My dad introduced me to charcoal on paper at an early age, and I just never grew out of it I guess haha. People are my fav thing to draw. I find it so relaxing, I'm not a creative person whatsoever as in I don't like to INVENT stuff, so just transcribing shadows without thinking about it gives me peace of mind.

Two examples of the portraits I made before getting back into it this year

This drawing of my mom (graphite on paper) I made in 2009 (I was 18), and a drawing of my grandma (chinamarker on paper) while I was still attending school in 2019 (I was 28)

@c28hunter asked about first, my fav Käärijä outfit. And that's the WORST question can't I just say that I love all of them??????

But really I think the green bolero is just too much of my aesthetic to not reply with that hahaha. Second place would be that damn leather jacket it's BEAUTIFUL

Second question, my fav type of bread. And I a french person I take this answer extremely seriously. My ultimate favourite type of bread is

OLIVE FOUGASSE

Like I never buy any because I know that I'm gonna eat it all by myself in two minutes

[chemicalarospec]

My Death Note Playlists (prt 1 of my fav lyrics)

They're basically all "emo" btw.

I have two: the full playlist

and the "canon compliant" version -- which does NOT mean the songs support a canon-compliant interpretation, but that they were released before 2010. Canon timeline, you see, ignoring the 9/11 thing. (I'm a little more picky with this one in general.)

Okay now I'm just going to highlight my favorite lyrics that I blorbo brain all over (predominantly Light, and lots of Lawlight ranging from platonic murder to romantic lovers to romantic murder). It will be long, so here's a cut!

I'll pick out songs going down "full playlist" in order.

"Liar (It Takes One to Know One)" by Taking Back Sunday

Obvious, but "we're all choir boys at best" deserves attention. "It takes one to know one" shouted at the end -- all of Light and L knowing each other better than anyone.

"Juneau" by Funeral for a Friend

"I'm nothing more than a line in your book." Hey, I didn't say all these connections were good.

"Spin" by Taking Back Sunday

The whole thing is very Light to L.

"Looking for a Tornado" by Chiodos

Maybe I got a little lost while searching for my faith stuck to your cross You set fire to everything around [...] Do I believe in love; do I believe in heaven? (At the sound of church bells, they come running) All my clocks stuck on eleven; afraid if I hit my knees, I might get nothing

^ Lawlight /romantic intent /sexual intent

This is the sound of your savior running in need of anything to save you from nothing

^ bonus God/savior complex Light

"Always and Never" by Silverstein - "Don't have a heart attack"

"War Crimes" by Waterparks

kinda Light and Misa. "I wear a smile that's about a mile wide" lol. and "My death will be the fandom [sic]" for L.

"The Words 'Best Friend' Become Redefined" by Chiodos

The title as their fake-friendship-with-murderous-intent. Lyrics as romantic dying Lawlight. +"To hide from our twisted ways/I've been hiding in this bed"

"Fist Wrapped in Blood" by Silverstein

I love toxic couples. Cannibalism couples. Violence couples. (Some tntduo vibes in this one too, xoxo tntduo, still kinda my OTP.) "A Midwestern State Of Emergency" for similar reasons (we got the wild line "Bound and gagged but I enjoy it") + "Your saving grace, my final rites"

"One Day All Women Will Become Monsters" by Chiodos <3

That title but also "Always being the blind villain" -> Blind Lady Justice Light Yagami!!! + "Rip the haunting smirk from his face"

"Thank You for the Venom" by My Chemical Romance

Now I want to listen to Three Cheers looking for Death Note songs. (If I wasn't still finishing tntduo demolition lovers, Death Note demolition lovers would be sooo in.) Anyways: "I keep a gun on the book you gave me."

"Hard to Breathe" by Hawthorne Heights

"I spent my whole life lying/I just got caught." This one gets a big heading b/c that line is still the working title for my Light fic (yeah, it'll get posted. one day).

"There's no Penguins in Alaska" by Chiodos is a rare Misa moment on the playlist.

"Timberwolves at New Jersey" by Taking Back Sunday

"Literate and stylish/kissable and quiet/that's what girls' dreams are made of" and "This is you trying hard to make sure that you're seen/With a girl on your arm and your heart on your sleeve" = Light. Plus, the "me at my worst (committing murder)" theme of second half of the song

"Where Can I Stab Myself in the Ears" by Hawthorn Heights - "This is the ending, here's my surrender" & the complementing each other bridge theme. and lying.

"Why the Munsters Matter" by Chiodos

"I don't want to fit into your world/your heart/I hope I scare you"!!!!! It's NOT what happens in Death Note but it IS what Light and L are about IN MY HEAD.

"Ole Fishlips is Dead Now" is another rare Misa song. The "she's in love with herself" line but the subject is Light.

"Goldmine" by Paper Tigers

(link leads to song b/c the band is pretty indie)

Maybe that's something I admire Maybe you've made another enemy of me ... You goldmine Every little thing that you say It blows away my mind ... They say that pride proceeds the fall And that the sword is weaker than the pen

rare L to Light song on the playlist

"Your Sword Versus My Dagger" by Silverstein

Another Discovering the Waterfront track. "I'm cutting through, you're bleeding out/And I would tell the truth, but I can't help myself" + "I wasn't asking for the world" as another Light inverse/lying line (or kinda Misa) + "And I can see your face, and I can hear your name" in reference to Death Note rules lol.

"Is it Progression If A Cannibal Uses A Fork?" by Chiodos

"Listen up, sweetie!/We all know that you're a beautiful girl in this horrible world." - Light lol

"The solemn tolling of the funeral bells. I want to know what's going on in that pretty little head of yours where everyday's a Bone Palace Ballet."

"Divine Intervention" by Taking Back Sunday

rare soft song -- cutesy by Lawlight standards

Despondent, distracted You're vicious and romantic These are a few of my favorite things ... Something real, make it timeless An act of God and nothing less will be accepted ... We're stubborn and melodramatic A real class act

~a little skipping ahead to songs I wrote up out of order... part two will probably come next week!~

"The Brothers Karamazov" by The Used

all of it. but especially "I'm more than just my father's son" as an inverse of Light who is so little more than the son of a cop, "I see myself in everything I hate about you/I shut my mouth to stop myself from sounding like you" as him and L, and "Take me away from who I could become" as the conflict between Light and the influence of the Death Note.

"Chemicals" by Armor for Sleep

Lyrics about "you" dying ("I can picture your coffin"!!!) and the general vibe and:

And I’m on my back, on your floor. Tell me how you fooled the world again, I like how you laugh when you tell it

^ both L and Misa work. Light's evil laugh.

Play dead, cause I’ll be playing dead with you. I’ll play you when you’re dead in a year or two.

^ Light pretending to be L after he's dead.

"Three Simple Words" by Finch

"My hand's around your throat/who will stop me now?" !!! throwback to "Until the Day I Die", which I didn't highlight but also has "hands at your throat". I like the aggressive & repetitive usage in this song better. Light to L, of course.

Tune in next week for more of the same! (btw I had a lot going on so it's still not up but will edit this when I do it)

[yellowsugarwords]

i know this is probably useless information but i just wanted to let you know that your twdg headcanons/scenarios/reactions etc. are the reason i was able to find out i was trans (genderfluid they/them).

so thanks for helping me figure that out lol. i couldn’t be any happier being non binary, im really glad i came across your blog.

and if you’re still taking requests / writing for twdg, can you write some reactions / headcanons of you coming out to them as genderfluid? (if you haven’t already)

stop are you for real???? literally crying rn omg this is the best thing ever. I’m so happy for you and proud of you. you are so loved and accepted!!!

here you go, my friend :’) I’m gonna do a handful of my fav characters across the series

Lee: Lee turned, devoting his full attention to Y/N. “What’s going on? Are you okay?” Y/N was refusing to make eye contact and was fiddling with the hem of their shirt - something they only did when they were stressed. Naturally, Lee was worried. “I have something important I need to tell you.” Lee leaned against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, open and ready to listen. Y/N squeezed their eyes closed. “I’m genderfluid.” They paused, waiting for any type of reaction, before opening their eyes and meeting Lee’s stare. “I’m non-binary. They/them.” They cleared their throat. “I just wanted you to know.” Lee smiled, kneeling down to their height and pulling them into his arms. “Thank you for telling  me.” Was all he said. It was all he needed to say. It was all Y/N wanted him to say. Y/N closed their eyes and wrapped their arms around him, squeezing him tightly. 

Luke: Luke was in the kitchen, attempting to make a small cup of coffee. Y/N walked in and smiled. “Good morning,” “It would be if I can finally get a cup,” Luke said passively. Their system was far more difficult than it used to be pre-apocalypse. “I miss the coffee maker days. Way less work.” Y/N smirked, leaning against the counter near him, watching as his coffee slowly began to brew in the water he was boiling. “If you want a cup, you might have to wait ‘til next year.” The two chuckled happily, Y/N shifting nervously in their spot. “Look, I didn’t come here for coffee. I came here to tell you something.” Luke looked away from his current project. “What’s going on? You okay?” “Yeah, I am.” They answered quickly, rubbing their hands together as a means of fidgeting. They sighed and looked around, ensuring it was just the two of them for them to speak. “I’m genderfluid. Non-binary.” They shifted on their feet, but maintained direct eye-contact. “I just wanted people close to me to know who I really am.” Luke paused for a moment, then smiled warmly. Without a word, he swept them into his arms and hugged them, holding the back of their head close. “Thank you for trusting me with something so important to you.” Y/N’s eyes were wide. They had hoped for acceptance, but this? This was beyond kind. Beyond sweet. It was so….Luke. They were beyond thankful. As they pulled away, Luke squeezed their shoulders. “And look at that. Now my coffee’s done. Another reason I have to thank you.” Y/N smiled, hugged their arms to their chest, thrilled at how kidney he had not only taken the news, but reassured rhythm as well.

Javier: Javier was busy taking stock of the rations Richmond had. He was chewing on the  inside of his cheek, attempting to do the math to see how many portions each person in Richmond could get to keep them on track for storing food for the winter. In the middle of a calculator, Y/;N wandered up. “How’s it going?” Javi groaned. “Painfully. Care to help?” he passed them the clipboard and Y/N took it, smirking to themselves. “I can, but I kinda need to tell you something first.” Javi crossed his arms, smiling. “If you’re taking over the math, you can tell me anything.” Y/N chuckled, slightly nervously. “Well, uh,” they said, beginning to feel sheepish. “I’m, uh, non-binary.” Javi blinked, staring back at them. “Okay,” he said softly, nodding understandingly. “You're not shocked?” Y/N asked, releasing the tight hold they had on the clipboard and allowing her fingers and chest to relax. “No,” he said with a shrug. “I care about you being happy.” He smiled warmly, allowing his hands to rest on both of Y/.N’s shoulders. “If you’re happy, so am I. And I think you’ve been looking happier than ever these days.” Y/N smiled, chest warm, shocked that he even noticed. “You feel more like yourself. I've loved seeing that.” Y/N turned away, smiling to themselves, trying to blink back happy tears.

Kate: Kate smiled and took a seat, wanting Y/N to see how her attention was directed to them. “What’s up?” She asked, hands folded on her lap. Y/N took a deep breath, eyes directed to the ground, squeezing their fingers together in their lap. “I’m non-binary.” They said, plainly and factually. Finally, they looked up, their stare meeting Kate's. Genderfluid. I don’t identify with one set gender.” Kate hesitated, then nodded and smiled. “Okay,” she said softly. It was as though it wasn’t a big deal to Kate, but not dismissively. As thought was natural. Normal, even. Kate leaned in, wrapping her arms around a confused and stunned Y/N. “Thank you for trusting me with the real you,” she said softly, closing her eyes in bliss to hold back her happy tears. For so long she had wanted a relationship like this with Y/N - she wanted them to trust her - and she finally had confirmation that they did. “I love you no matter what.” She hushed. She could feel Y/N’s happy tears hit her shoulder as she stoked the back of their head lovingly.

Gabe: Gabe turned, smiling as Y/N sat down beside him. The sun had finally set, and the two of them were the only ones remaining at the bonfire, charged with waiting until it finally died out before going to bed. “I have something I need to tell you.” Y/N said, voice soft and low. The night felt so quiet, they felt as though they needed to whisper. Gabe nodded, poking a stick at the flames in front of them. “What’s that?” Y/N took a deep breath, but knew they weren’t going to hesitate. They would start to second guess themselves too much. “I’m genderfluid.” There was a beat of silence as Gabe turned to them. “Non-binary.” They furthered. Gabe smiled, shrugging his shoulders. “What? Did you think I wouldn’t be okay with that?” He chuckled to himself, tossing his stick fully into the fire. “Thanks for telling me.” He said softly and genuinely. Y/N smiled, thankful for his reaction. It was exactly what they needed to hear.

Louis: Louis was in the middle of fiddling aground on the piano, scribbling down notes on the scrap piece of paper in front of him. “Hey, can I talk to you for a second?” “Yeah, sure.” Louis said passively, scribbling even faster before he forgot what notes he had just played. “It’s important.” Suddenly, Louis froze and turned, his hand still holding his pencil. He quickly abandoned it against the piano and slid over, patting for them to join him. “Are you okay?” Y/N sat down. “Is everything okay?” He asked again. Y/N took a deep breath. “I need to tell you something important and Iwant you to not be weird about it.” Louis raised a brow. While he was known to joke, he wouldn’t ever tease them about something seemingly so important. “I’m non-binary. Gender-fluid. I don’t identify as a boy or a girl. I’m somewhere in-between. Kind of.” They were beginning to ramble, but before they could fall too deeply into it, they looked up from their quivering hands and saw Louis, smiling tenderly at them. “What?” Y/N finally asked. Louis chuckled softly. “Nothing. I’m just glad that you trust me with something so special.” Carefully, he put one of his hands over their shaking ones. “You’re okay. You’re accepted here with us. With me.” It was the perfect thing to say, but Y/N didn’t have the words to express that to him in the moment. Instead, they gave a teary smile, their chest warm.

Violet: Violet was lounging on the roof, staring at the stars, her hands propped behind her head. “Can’t sleep?” Y/N asked from the entrance to the roof. Violet turned, smiling, then shrugged without moving from her relaxed position. “Kind of. You?” “Kind of.” Y’/N responded. In reality, there was so much on their mind it was hard for them to think of sleep. They wandered up and sat beside Violet, kicking their arms out behind them and leaning onto them, glancing up at the bright night sky. “It's nice to stargaze without city lights,” Violet mentioned in passing. Y/N hummed in agreement, then averting their eyes to the ground below their swinging feet. “Violet?” Violet hummed in response, as if giving them a non-verbal ‘go ahead’. “I need to tell you something.” Violet turned to them, eyes intrigued. She said nothing, just stared and waited. Y/N could feel her eyes boring holes into the side of their skull. “I’m genderfluid.” They said, It was all they said. It was all they needed to say. Violet smiled, using her elbow to gently nudge Y/N. “What? Did you think I wouldn’t be accepting or something?” Violet chuckled/, finally sitting upright. She tossed an arm over their shoulders, giving them a faint side-hug. “Thanks for telling me. I feel honored.”

Mitch: Mitch was whittling a knife out of boredom, sitting on the Ericson front steps as he waited for his watching shift. He was to stand on the lookout tower for the night, but had to wait until the sun was fully set before he could trade off with Ruby. “Hey,” Y/N said, nervously stuffing their hands into their jacket pockets behind him. “You busy?” Mitch scoffed. “Please.” With a smile, Y/N sat down and joined him. “What’s up?” “Well,” Y/N sighed. Mitch tensed. That was never a good sign. “There’s something I really want to tell you.” Mitch was never good at this type of confrontation; a kind that could be emotional or difficult for one or both parties. He turned to look at them without saying a word, clutching his knife and stick tightly - nervously - in his palms. “I want you to know that I’m non-binary.” They nodded to themselves, as if saying it out loud confirmed it for them as well. “Genderfluid.” They continued. Mitch’s shoulders relaxed, the panic he had washing away. “Oh,” he said softly. Y/N turned to look at him, a fleeting look of pain in their eyes, before it vanished. Mitch smiled and turned back to his stick. “I thought you were going to deliver bad news. Not cool news.” Y/N smiled, nudging his shoulder teasingly, chuckling to themselves.

𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 💌☕️♡

[bellysoupset]

SOUP!! HI ITS ME 🦦 AGAIN!!

sorry i’ve been AWOL, life’s been a bit chaotic and i haven’t had time to sit down and fangoirl the way i normally do!! i’ve still been keeping up w every single one of the things you post tho, even if i haven’t been commenting!!! your writing is still my all time fav OFC and RAH i appreciate you and your stories sm <3

i don’t remember what’s the last thing i commented on but AHHHH ive loved so many of the most recent ones!! vince’s flu on wen’s bday!! the bromance, the way luke took care of him!!!! jon and leo’s engagement!!!!! so fucking cute and exciting sob!!! jon taking care of angie filled my heart w joy 😭 the jon and leo food poisoning one was also TOP TIER and omfg the fic abt vin overeating did THINGS to me 🤭🤭

totally off topic but i’m so sorry to hear abt your health scare!! sending the best vibes and hoping everything works out for the best! manifesting health!!!!

also, very random but i wanna know if i’m crazy and just reading into things? is it just me or have you been hinting at wen’s ED kinda being back? like ofc not full force but i feel like there’s been little things here and there that kinda point to that and if this is the case,, gosh you know i’m one of the biggest angst enjoyers so i would love for you to explore it a bit more if that’s something you’re comfortable with!! (and i also think it’s good timing bc it would make sense for it to get bad again at this point in her life with everything that’s been going on)

anyways i’m excited to see what’s next for everyone!! i’m probs gonna send one or two different asks w some requests hehehe 🤭

THANKS FOR EVERYTHING YOU DO!!

KEEP SLAYING!!!

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🦦!! Hi babe!! So glad to hear from you, I was missing you! How's life been treating you?

Tysm for the well wishes, I'm keeping all my fingers crossed!

About Wendyyyy.... Not really, no! Full disclosure, there was a plan to have Wendy relapse, but that was when I thought Vince and her would stay broken up! Instead, they got back together and are going more strong than ever, so that also fell out of the window!

I think what you might be reading on Wendy is that I've brought up her ED a couple times, mostly because I'm writing her getting more and more close with the gang (in particular Bella), so I imagine she'd open up more too.

I got a request a billion months ago that asked for Wendy to be sick and Vince to overthink and assume its her relapsing and I'm very in love with that ask still. I think it fits their current storyline, since he's away and Wendy IS very happy atm so I don't see her genuinely relapsing, and I'm gonna write it, I just gotta write a couple other things first 🙈

There was also a request for Wendy to have a migraine (long time since she had one!) and Max be the caretaker, with Vince being very protective of her once he gets there! SO no ED relapse, but there are some Wendy stories in the makings 💛

[disasterbijamietartt]

I completely get where you Roy/Jamie shippers are coming from, and I really super hope that they go that way for you. But for me, their relationship has always seemed very big brother- little brother (ie: i fuckin hate you but I will kill for you). The energy from Jamie this ep was just full on baby brother so super excited to show his big brother all the cool stuff he knows about Amsterdam and I loved it so much. But, like I said, I can also see the ship potential for sure, so fingers crossed!

Thanks nonnie, and I get where you’re coming from. It can really go both ways for me and on a personal level I’d be happy with either, like …

There are two hearts beating in my chest.

The one, that really, really wants Jamie x Keeley to get a second chance, because I adored them after their first interaction and was heartbroken when it dawned on me they’d go for Roy x Keeley.

And the one, that has a deep need for Roy x Jamie, in part because I can count on one hand the queer ships I liked that actually became (semi-)canon (and I’m not counting the sad excuse that was Destiel … but even if I’d count that I’d only need one hand …), but mostly because of the impact it could have, if the show actually straightbaited the conservative part of its audience into caring and rooting for queer people.

I heard a story on a podcast once, about a Mormon, who stopped being homophobic after he saw Brokeback Mountain and realised, that gay men loved each other, that it wasn’t all about sex. That they had feelings for each other. And it feels kinda ridiculous to write this down, since that should be obvious, but … apparently for some people it isn’t and if just a handful would change their mind when their favs turn out to be queer and when it is shown how homophobia and bigotry hurt them, it is a win.

So, yeah, currently for the greater good (lol) I’m crossing my fingers for Roy x Jamie (x Keeley, depending what happens with Jack). Jamie will probably get hurt in the process, since Roy is still dumb and insecure, which then will hurt me. (And while a part of me dreads the almost inevitable third act break-up, if they'd go with a classic romance structure, the other part wants freshly dumped Jamie and Keeley shit-talking Roy and then going “But the thing he does with his hips. sigh”) But there needs to be obstacles and doubt and despair before you get the grand romantic declaration and the happily ever after.

(Both of my hearts btw are united by the wish for anything but Roy x Keeley endgame)

[cuteciboulette]

Ok, I'm going to vent a bit about the K-drama I'm currently watching on NF (Two Worlds Apart)because it's part fun and part so frustratiiiiing! I'm in the middle of Ep7 so spoilers behind the cut. (I miss LJ cuts that allowed you to only hide parts of your post and have multiple cuts in one post; is there a way to do that here?)

Quick synopsis summary: a webtoon author gets fed up with his own creation and main protagonist (MP) and decides to kill him off but the MP is so strong-willed he refuses to die so the story auto-correct itself when needed and also kidnap the author's daughter into the webtoon world where she saves the MP's life. At some point though, the MP is the one that crosses over into the real world.

So obviously, this is a fun premise; maybe esp. as a fanfic author, imagining crossing over into your WIP or even better (?) having your fav coming into the real world and yelling at you how they dislike your plot and let them live a happy life fcs is fun.

On the other hand, though... this is so stupid and ridiculous that I keep being dragged out of the story and yell at my screen because FCS!!

Author, are you stupid or what? If you want to end your story, just have the MP finally catch the mysterious guy that murdered his family years ago instead of just killing off your MP with no rhythm nor reason, like...???

Author, are you stupid or what? If even you don't know WHO the mysterious murderer is... INVENT them an identity and motive NOW! That can't be worst that trying to kill off your MP for no reason and in the most unsatisfactory manner for your readers, like...???

Author, are you stupid or what? When you MP now in the real word and holding you at point blank tells you #1, don't scoff him off!! Don't tell him even you don't know but nod and do #2!!

Honestly, I almost gave up at that point, I was so frustrated; I told myself I would give it one more episode to decide.

Then comes Ep7 and the writers did something clever with the MP (back into his world) being all depressed because nothing is real; his friends are not real, his dead family actually never existed, his reason to live (revenge) is pointless when the killer actually doesn't exist either. Are his emotions real, is he real? Nope. The only thing he knows is that he doesn't want to suffer anymore for pure entertainment.

So yeah, clever, with the show is 16 episodes long so it'd be interesting to see him recover from the trauma of NOT BEING REAL. Except it lasts 5 minutes. The daughter confesses her love is a sweet way and he just... ok, now my life is a romance, never mind my existential crisis then? like...???

So back to the frustration I guess... let's give it up to ep 8 I guess... I'm not quite half way through it after all...