#i don't think people will be checkin for content for this show

[kur-ooz]

✧˚ · . Drunken Stupor

A/N - I saw your rule page and if your comfortable with it can you do baby daddy aizawa were he and reader make out (maybe they were drunk idk)???

hey anon! hope you enjoy I had fun writing this one.

✧˚ · . warnings - cursing! Semi Sexual content (It's just making out don't be a loser.)

✧˚ · . Pairings - Aizawa x Fem! Reader

You stumbled down the block, wallowing in your own drunkenness, the people around you are parting like the red sea. It'd been another night in your normal office job, and after you'd decided to get a drink at the bar, a drink turned into two and two turned into more.

It was embarrassing, how they stared like they knew everything, they didn't know shit.

your arm reached out for the brick wall, your nails digging into the rough texture, your arms swung down to your sides again. Your fingers running over a metal texture. Looking down you attempted to read the ingrained lettering on the plate.

1000th 6th, your eye twitched, you were drunk, but not drunk enough to not acknowledge that you'd just stumbled from the bar to your ex's boyfriends house.

It'd be sadder if it was by accident, but it wasn't. somewhere in the back of your mind you knew your drunk self was aware of what it was doing, present you just refused to accept it.

the porch light was on signifying that he was home, he usually was, he'd never go anywhere at this time, especially when he's got his daughter for the weekend.

You stare at the door for longer than you should and logical you says you should just walk away and go be ashamed in your apartment, but drunk you is whispering something much different in your brain.

'Just go check in, it wouldn't hurt."

Yeah, it wouldn't hurt, what's the worse that can happen?

Now you're hobbling to the door, and before you know it your finger is hovering over the doorbell, before you can re-evaluate your dumb decision the door opens and he's sitting there in all his glory.

well as glorious as you can be in sweatpants and a regular Cotten tee-shirt.

his face turns up in a confused way "What are you doing here?" he's now looking down at you his hair fallen over his shoulders.

his voice still makes you shiver even though it's been a while.

"Uh, checkin' on Ayato?" You slurred, you said it like it was common knowledge to show up on your exes doorstep at 10 o'clock at night, now he was really confused, "Are you drunk?" he asked.

you scoffed, "No, are you drunk?" you asked back, he let out a disappointed sigh, and fully reached his body out of the door to grab a package on the doorstep, he then opened the door fully, holding it open.

You looked to him, and then the door. He grunted, "Are you going to come inside or not?" without answering you slip inside and are comforted by the warmth of his home along with the smell of cookies.

"You bakin'?" You ask as you stumble across his home and into the kitchen as if you owned it, he trailed after you. "No, it's just a candle, you know I can't bake." he responded in his usual nonchalant tone.

you snorted, "Yeah, you are sucky at that." you responded. "Do you remember that one time your students were doing a cute little baking thing, and you had to make cookies for the event." you reminisced drunkenly

He grimaced. "Don't remind me."

"HA, they said they tasted like playdough." your laugh continued until it died out. he watched you carefully leaning on the island counter, you were drunk, but not stupid. "What?" you asked.

"Why are you here." It was more than a statement than a question. "For Ayato, I said I was gonna-"

"That's not true, you would've already asked about her, I'm going to ask again-" He moved from the counter and walked around until he was in front of you. "Why are you here."

At this point you were no longer drunk, probably slightly tipsy, and now you were starting to regret doing this in the first place.

you were so dumb, so entirely dumb to think you'd be able to resist the smell of him and his stupid cookie candle, you shouldn't have even entered his home, but you did, and now you were here.

your hands reached out to him, he didn't make an effort to move or stop you, if anything it felt like he was moving closer to you, and he definitely was when you felt his warm lips.

oh this was getting out of hand very quickly, but it felt so normal

his hands trailed down to your waist, he was the firs to deepen the kiss you went along with it, his stubble scratched your chin, somthing you oddly missed.

he backed you up to the fridge rocking it slightly, your fingers curled into the hair on the back of his neck, through your heavy kiss, the baby monitor on his counter began to exude the noises of your daughter.

in almost an instant you pushed him away, your brain entering back into your skull. Ayato continued to whine. he was still huffing, he glanced over to the monitor, "I'm sorry-"

"You should go." he interrupted.

Your mouth opened and closed, "Yeah, okay." you responded.

and now your sitting outside his door a few moments later wondering.

what the fuck just happened?

[mrghostrat]

Hi bilvy! since the new year is approaching rapidly, i wanted to ask my favorite creators (that includes you! i love your art & your fics) how they look back on their 2023 tumblr year and which blogs made them happy to be here. i am very happy to follow you and hope you'll have a great 2024! 🧡

this is so very sweet, thank you non 😭💛

i'm gonna forget a thousand people if i try to list everyone, but i do have a few names i wanna express gratitude for

i've been trying to get back on tumblr for ages, and i could never get it to stick until this time around. i think a huge part of that is bc of @foolishlovers. right from the start, their tags made me squeal and laugh, and i love every SINGLE thing they post. following them was like having the finest of the good omens fandom curated onto my dash for me, and made it so easy to slip back into fandom after 8+ years of no fandom interaction at all. then they also turn out to be super nice and sweet and a wonderful writer?! so yea. thank you jane. i'm on here every day (which is something i desperately missed, and am so happy about) cause of you.

i also appreciate the hell out of @bunnakit and can't imagine my dash without them. we're friends from twitch that follow entirely different shows and don't understand most of each others posts, but seeing oat's enthusiasm for their shows and their gifs/meta/content just makes me really happy. i love seeing them enjoy themself 🥺

aaah and last one i think has to be @almalvo. we dont actually interact on tumblr much, but every day i pop into their discord or their stream and thrive off the community they've fostered. i found them by randomly searching "good omens" on twitch one day and stumbled headfirst into some of the most incredible artwork, by a person who is so chill and down to earth and fun to talk to. checkin in on malvo has become a favourite part of my day 😭

[thundergrace]

"That's what's going on between you and Agent Tanner, huh? Connections?"

[childoftheblacksands]

If/when your Moze finds his found family, would he constantly ver between acceptance and refusal? If your Moze had to imagine what his found family would be like (besides Xerxes), what qualities would he want in them? What qualities would he find annoying yet endearing at the same time?

The man coughed on the wine he was guzzling. He might've taken to liquids better than solids, but when he was desperate for some relief from the pain and mental torment-- well, he had a tendency to forget himself. Sitting up, and clearing his throat of what he couldn't swallow, he managed a slow, shaky breath before answering.

"I've had people claim to be my 'family' most of my life. People don't claim me unless they want something, and they certainly don't keep me after they've got it. MmphHCH--" He coughed again, flopping back against the headboard of his bed. "I'm perfectly content with myself and Xerxes. My servants and my enemies can remain what they are..."

((He would absolutely veer back and forth constantly. I mean, his track record is awful: his mother sold him, Destane used him as a work slave, and there's a trail of bodies who darkened his stoop asking for "favors for a friend." It would take a LOT to tempt him, even more to convince him that someone else was worth opening up to. He refuses to let himself even dream of it. It... makes him way too sad.

I think tho, more than anything? He'd want people who are patient and respect his desire for quiet. He's very used to being the odd one out and being ridiculed for it. Mans is highly autistic coded. He needs someone who won't inundate him with "positivity." He needs realism and validation of his pain, and help to make it easier and help him cope on his own, not magically take it away.

I think most things that annoy him just outright annoy him. But, i think the one exception to this is very mild fretting like what Xerxes does. The "i'm just checkin i know you said you're okay but i brought some tea and also here's a new book k thx bye..." He'd be huffy about it, but it shows respect for his quirks and interests while still caring about him.))