#i still need to add a lot of stuff so it wouldn’t be soon soon

[kirnet]

I’ve been workshopping a battle royal dnd map for maybe like level 10 characters that I need to play test so if that sounds like a game You’d wanna join lemme know 👀

[1980slemasters]

hiii could i request a luke x fem reader where reader has pots and its a bad day for her but shes on tour with the boys so she has to do her best to stay well? luke begs her to take breaks but she’s their hair or makeup artist and physically cant take a break until the show is over 😭 so basically just some cute fluff of luke fussing over his sick and dizzy gf :)) i have pots and i never get to read this sort of stuff so it would be great to have some rep written ^^

hi!! thank you so much for sending this in! again apologising for taking so long to get to this request but hopefully this fic turns out okay!

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take it easy

pairing: luke x reader

summary: you’ve been travelling around with your boyfriend, luke, on the bands tour doing their hair and make up here and there while also trying to manage your pots symptoms within their busy schedules

warnings: none?

word count: 3.7k

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Getting to go on tour with your boyfriend, Luke, and his band had always been one of your favourite things to experience. It was heartwarming to see him and your friends up on that stage, enjoying every second of performing. Living out their dream.

Luke loved you being there, never having to spend a minutes away from you for the long times they tour for. He loved that you got to to watch them every night.

Not only were you there to watch the shows, but you were a qualified hair stylist along with knowing your fair share about make up.

You helped the guys get ready before their shows each night, making sure their hair looked good by using hairspray and sometimes hair gel. If it was a lucky day you wouldn’t have to use either.

Luke was the only one who you did make up for, although you knew he was capable of doing a good job on his own, he always insisted that you do it for him.

One thing that came along with travelling for a tour was busy schedules, late nights and early mornings, rushing around if things didn’t quite run on time or having to suddenly change plans. It was a lot to deal with for you.

Especially with what you have to deal with in your day to day life.

You had been dealing with pots for quite a few years now, the not being able to sleep properly, the headaches, other aches and pains, having to take it easy if you were feeling dizzy to ensure you didn’t pass out. it was difficult.

Luke was always there to make sure you were okay. Sometimes he knew before you did that you would have a bad flare up, making sure you rested properly and didn’t overdo it.

Some days were better than others, you could get up like normal, go about your day with the band, easily do their hair and make up without any issues. Other days, you knew a bad flare up was coming before even starting the day, knowing you’d have to try and compromise to still help out.

Today was one of those days.

You had to sleep on the bus after a show last night to travel to the next tour stop. Sleeping in the tiny bunks where there was hardly enough room to move had never been your idea of a comfortable nights sleep. And so, you didn’t get nearly enough sleep.

As soon as you woke up, you could feel the throbbing pain in your head, a bad headache that would surely last a while. Knowing that would add to any other symptoms you may get.

You could hear the guys on the bus, chatting away to one another, talking about the previous show as well as plans for tonight’s show too.

Having to get out of bed was the hardest part, not knowing exactly how bad things would be. Would you be okay to move around like normal? Or would you need to lay down to take breaks?

Standing up from your bunk felt okay. You didn’t feel too unbalanced apart from your worsening headache. It was only once you stood fully upright that you knew things were bad.

Losing your balance before you could get far, Luke rushed over to you as quick as he could, holding onto you to make sure you didn’t fall.

He brought you over to the front of the bus, getting you to sit down with ashton while he got you a water and painkillers to help with your headache. He sat with you after that, making sure you recovered from being dizzy before letting you get ready for the day.

After you tried to convince him that you felt okay, he let you do what you needed to do. Going into the bathroom and closing the door behind you to freshen up.

You did as you always would do, washing your face, brushing your teeth, everything you usually did before heading to the back of the tour bus to get dressed.

You took longer than normal today, understandably of course. By the time you were ready, things were running slightly behind schedule.

There was still enough time though. You and the guys left the tour bus, heading into the back entrance of the venue away from where any fans were lining up for the show.

Inside, you were lead through a main area, through a backstage door which took you to the dressing rooms and where all of the equipment was.

In the first dressing room, you all got settled. The guys spreading themselves out around the room, taking drinks from the mini fridge, talking about things for the show tonight, discussing what songs to sing for soundcheck after their own.

It didn’t take long for them to have to go and do their private soundcheck. Which you opted to stay behind for.

It was the same once the time came around for the vip soundcheck, you stayed behind in the dressing room.

You told Luke it was purely to rest up, try and re settle yourself before having to be standing up for a while doing all of their hair and make up. He believed you, but in reality you still weren’t feeling quite like yourself.

While you could hear the soundcheck happening, you moved yourself to the counter where the mirror was. Setting up your hair products and any make up Luke might want to choose from.

Doing all of this, you were sitting on a chair in front of the counter and mirrors. Hair spray bottle and gel pot to the left, along with a hair brush and comb. Your make up was in a box, some concealer, beauty blenders, brushes along with a few palettes of eyeshadow and finally eyeliner.

It was easy to know when the band was done with soundcheck, their loud voices and laughs echoing through the hall.

They burst into the room, seeing you had moved. Calum plopped himself down on the sofa, resting his feet on the coffee table. Michael joined him, scrolling on his phone. Ashton let everyone know he was going to the bathroom, which left Luke who came over to you.

“Hi, lovie,” he wrapped his arms around the top of your shoulders, leaning his head atop yours as he looked at you though the mirror.

“Hey, rockstar,” you shuffled slightly, leaning to look up at luke. “How’d it go?”

“Went great,” Luke smiled excitedly. “We played an extra song that the fans were chanting for, just about remembered the lyrics. right, Cal?”

“Hey!” calum complained from his comfortable position on the couch. “I’m not the one who forgot the fuckin’ guitar chords.”

“We haven’t played the song since, I don’t know, four tours ago?” Michael smacked calum’s arm.

“Well I’m sure they loved it anyway,” you shook your head at the bickering pair.

Luke stepped back from you, knowing this was about time to start sorting things out. You stood from your chair, maybe slightly too quickly.

You had been sitting down for a while and should’ve taken more time to be up right again. You gripped onto the counter, keeping yourself balanced.

“Babe—“

“I’m fine,” you held one hand out to stop him. “Just give me a second.”

It was quiet in the room then. Michael and Calum paying attention to what was going on.

You needed to get yourself together, you had a show to prepare for. Four band members sort out. You could last a few more hours.

You turned towards the two on the couch, leaning back against the counter, “Who’s first?” You pointed to the chair beside you. “Hair first, any make up last.”

“Are you sure you’re up for doing this?” Luke quietly spoke, letting Michael and Calum decide who would go first. “You can take a night off, it’s alright.”

“You’ve got a show to be ready for,” you stepped back, Luke following to let Calum have space to take a seat. “This is my job here, gotta make sure you four are looking your best for the fans.”

“And you offered to do this job for us, it’s okay if you’re having a flare up and need to take a break for tonight.”

You moved to stand behind calum, fluffing his hair from side to side, “Don’t think you’d be able to tame this mop without me,” you laughed, covering up how groggy you were feeling. “Go change into whatever you’re gonna wear for the show, I’ll be okay.”

“I don’t—“

“Baby, i’ll be okay.”

He reluctantly nodded. Wanting to pull you in for a hug before letting you get to work on Calum’s hair. You let him, wrapping your arms around his back as you felt him rubbing his hands up and down yours.

“Don’t rush anything,” he pressed a feather light kiss to your cheek. “Take your time.”

“I will,” you smiled softly, understanding his worry for you. “Now you should rest until your show, don’t need you getting tired out on stage.”

“Here you are not feeling good and you’re still worrying about little ol’ me,” Luke stepped back from you, making his way over to the snack bar.

“Doesn’t mean I can’t worry about you at the same time, Lu,” you raised your eyebrows at him.

He picked up a packet of chips, sitting down next to Michael on the black fabric sofa. You turned your focus to Calum, picking up the hair spray and a comb.

You started fixing up his hair so it looked more tamed than his usual messy, curly hair. Not that his hair didn’t look great, it’s just easier to handle on stage with some spray in.

After a little bit of time, it was finished, “How’s that?” You asked him, making sure there wasn’t anything else he wanted you to do.

“Looks perfect to me,” he smiled at you in the mirror.

At the same time, Ashton walked back into the dressing room, seeing where they were at with things. Noticing Calum getting up, he took it upon himself to decide it was his turn.

“Hey,” you placed your hands on his shoulders. “What are we doing today?”

“Getting you a fuckin’ chair, that’s what,” Ashton turned to look around the room. “Why is there only one chair?”

“Ash, I’m all good,” you moved beside him, placing the hairspray and gel there. “Which one.”

He looked up at you, taking a breath. Pointing to the gel. You opened up the pot, reaching for the spray bottle before doing anything.

“Gonna go fill this up,” you started walking towards the door of the dressing room when a wave of dizziness washed over you.

You took a few oddly placed steps as you stumbled to the side, squeezing your eyes shut as you braced yourself against the wall nearest to you.

Luke stood abruptly, heavy footsteps pacing over to you. He stepped behind you, arms wrapped around your front to help you stay standing without having to hold yourself up using the wall.

You leaned your head back against Luke’s chest, taking a deep breath to try and settle your vision and your heart that seemed to be starting to race.

“I’ve got you, baby,” Luke soothed, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “You need to take it easy, come and sit down, just relax for a bit.”

“But, I’ve only done Calum’s hair,” you weakly replied.

“It’s okay, we can handle things for tonight,” Luke reassured you, starting to slowly walk you over to the sofa.

You made sure to open your eyes again once you felt where he was taking you, grasping onto his arms around you to keep yourself steady.

He cautiously lowered you to sit down before he sat too, placing his hands on your shoulders to guide you to lay with your head in his lap.

Luke took hold of your right hand, placing two fingers against the pulse point in your wrist. You stayed quiet while he did so, allowing him to do as he always did when he wanted to make sure you would be okay.

“Can someone get me some ice water?” Luke asked, looking to ashton who had been standing since you became dizzy, Michael was with Calum behind the couch.

“I’ll go find some ice,” Michael walked to the door, leaving right away.

Luke was still feeling your pulse, so you shuffled, laying so you could look up at him from a better angle. He gave a sympathetic smile which you returned.

“Feel any better now you’re lying down?” He asked.

“Kinda,” you said as Ashton appeared in your sight. “Ash, I could probably do your hair if you sit down—“

“I think you’re done for the night,” Luke interrupted. “I’m putting you on strict bed rest.”

You chuckled at his phrasing. Only talking like that because you’re meant to follow doctors orders. You knew he was just worried and trying to look out for you.

“You know too much bed rest will make things worse, Lu,” you reminded, trying to sit yourself up slightly. “Seriously, I can do more from here.”

“Y/n.”

Calum chuckled from across the room, “you know she won’t rest for a second until we’re all ready, mate,” he stuffed a piece of chocolate from the counter into his mouth. “How about a compromise.”

You squinted your eyes at him, now leaning against Luke’s shoulder to sit more straight. Moving slowly of course.

“I’m listening.”

He walked over, stopping short of the table in front of the couch, “If you keep doing our hair and make up now,” he started. “You have to take the day off tomorrow, get some extra rest.”

“There’s a show tomorrow night though, Cal.”

“But we’re up in a hotel tonight,” he widened his eyes. “Means comfier sleep, a nice bed to get a lay in that you probably haven’t had for at least a week.”

He did have a point. You loved doing this for the guys, you’ve practically done it since Luke introduced you to them; they all see what flare ups are like and know when to you should stop pushing your limits.

“He has a point,” Michael appeared from the hall, ice water in hand.

“We could all use more rest tomorrow,” Ashton agreed too. “Some more than others.”

Referring to you as he finished talking. Luke reached to brush your hair behind your ears, knowing by the look on your face you were considering this.

“I think you should, lovie,” Luke holds your hand in his, linking your fingers together softly. “We still have a lot of shows to come so you need to get all the rest you can.”

“Okay…” you sighed in defeat. “I’ll take the night off tomorrow.”

“I know you don’t want to,” Luke could sense you didn’t really want to. “But you especially need it, alright?”

You nodded at him. Managing to lean over towards him to peck his lips softly in thanks for looking out for you so well.

Next you were looking at Ashton, pointing to the floor in front of you for him to sit down. You would finish his hair like this, then Michael’s and Luke’s. You would make this work for them, not wanting to let them down.

Before doing anything, you took the ice water from Michael, taking a few slow sips. Feeling the cool liquid was a refreshing feeling, hopefully it would help.

You got to work on Ashton’s hair, using the spray bottle of water along with a little bit of hair gel after to really form the curls on his head. It turned out pretty well.

Next Michael sat in front of you, not a lot needed doing to his. Just a little hair spray here and there before he was completely happy with it.

Luke was last, although you didn’t waste a second to tell him his hair always looked perfect anyways. The fluffy curls, hair grown longer down the back to almost form a mullet style was definitely something you loved.

“What do you want me to do?” You asked while Luke stayed beside you on the couch. “Hair spray? Gel?”

“Whatever you think is best.”

“Okay um…” you thought for a moment. “Can i do what i did to ash’s hair?”

Luke nodded, wanting to give you free range with this for once. He hoped it might cheer you up if he let you do your own thing.

He sat down on the floor in front of you, settling back against the couch. You ran your hands through his hair, it was just to untangle it, however, you did like running your fingers through his blonde curls.

You reached for the spray bottle, gathered a tiny amount of hair gel. Luke’s curls were one of your favourite things, especially making sure a few small ones hung around the front of his face.

“You can go check it looks okay,” you told him.

He got up, walking to the mirror, he looked around at it, quickly walking back to you.

“Looks great, baby,” he smiled, sitting with you again. “Make up now?”

“Yea, let me just get my palettes.”

You sat on the edge of the sofa, wanting to do this yourself. Luke placed his hand on your knee, giving you a look. Knowing this was always hard for you, you liked doing things for yourself. Not having your friends waiting hand and foot on what you needed.

Luke stood up, holding his hands out for you to take, “Gonna walk you over,” he explained. “If you get dizzy just tell me.”

You took his hands, your feet slowly padding across the carpet. Luke walked backwards, taking you over to the counter to collect your makeup supplies.

It was only when you were going back to where you had just been sat that you could feel your heart rate picking up again. A small pain forming in your chest.

“Need to sit back down,” you rushed, an uncomfortable but familiar look on your face.

“Ash, can you grab the make up from her?” Luke asked as he was the closest.

He took everything from your hands, letting luke quickly get you back on the couch to sit down. He watched as you took a breath, thinking about the show ahead of them.

You loved watching them perform, especially Luke. but he had to do the difficult thing, only looking out for your health. Knowing you might not be able to watch the show the same as you did most nights.

“Feel up to doing some make up?” He double checked, you responded with a nod. “Do something simple, maybe some inner corner glitter.”

Ashton handed you the concealer and eyeshadow along with a couple of brushes. Luke sat down next to you, facing you so you could get this make up on him. It appeared harder than you though at this angle.

“Here— just—“ Luke pulled you gently onto his lap, legs either side of his. His hands rested on your hips. “Gonna keep my hands on you in case you get dizzy again.”

“Yea, this is better.”

You leaned closer, placing a small amount of concealer around his eyes. Blending it into his natural skin tone before reaching for the eyeshadow.

You put some blueish glittery eyeshadow on your pinky finger, holding his chin with your thumb and index finger to keep his head steady.

As you started putting the make up on him, he couldn’t help but look at you. Admiring your features, the light freckles covering your cheeks, the pure concentration in your eyes as you tried to get this make up to look perfect.

He loved that you were here on tour with him, you got to experience each city together. Plus he could take care of you if you did have any trouble with your pots.

“I can feel you staring,” you leaned back to gather some more glitter for his other eye.

“Sorry,” he whispered, not wanting to distract from your concentration. “You’re just beautiful.”

You stopped what you were doing, smiling softly, “I appreciate you caring about me so much while we’re here,” you placed your hands on his face, caressing your thumbs back and forth. “I know I can be stubborn at times but it’s good to have you to tell me to just chill for a while.”

“Well, it’s something that stops you doing the things you wanna do, I get that you don’t wanna put things on hold all the time,” Luke sympathised with you. “But I love you a lot, and want what’s best for you.”

“I love you too, bubba,” you leaned forwards for a hug, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

You’d stayed like that for a couple of minutes too long, hearing someone clearing their throat. You both looked over to your left, Calum holding a shirt and pants in his hands.

“I hate to ruin this nice moment,” he nodded over to Ashton who had apparently left the room to change into his stage outfit. “We don’t have long until we need to be ready.”

“Got it,” you understood. Quickly finishing up Luke’s make up so he could change too.

It wasn’t long after that before all of the guys had changed into their various stage outfits, earpieces attached carefully so to not get disconnected. Opener up on stage who would be done 30 minutes before their set.

While waiting for the guys, you’d been sitting and resting, deciding you could give standing up a try. You managed to follow your friends to the stage area, Luke slipping his hand into yours as you took your time with walking.

“We’ll be off in about an hour and thirty minutes,” luke told you, hands in his as you heard the final preshow song playing. “And there’s a chair out there if you wanna watch and feel dizzy at all, or it’s totally fine if you hang back in the dressing room.”

“You know i’ll be out there watching,” you stood on your tiptoes, kissing his cheek softly before they all got given the word to get ready. “Maybe not dancing as much this time but I’ll be out there.”

“You’ll be okay?” Luke asked once more as he had to step away to get his guitar adjusted.

“I’ll be okay,” you reassured. watching as the guys started heading towards the stage. “Go have a good show, rockstar.”

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[morgana-larkin]

okok, hear me out. Melissa Schemmenti x androgynous teacher reader. reader is always wearing feminine outfits to school, BUTTTT when she's outside like going out and stuff she dresses more masculine (she's like wearing jorts or baggy pants with oversized metal band t-shirts or something tight and fitted and some piercings that she hides when teaching. like snakebites and a tounge piercing). AND THENNN, when the whole crew goes out they don't recognize reader, cause they always thought she was the more feminine type and Melissa has very naughty thoughts about reader. oh, and make reader a lil' bit taller than Mel so it adds more to the plottt

it's up to you if it has smut or not but I just needed someone to write this and YOUUU are the best writer I know!!

Hey Anon! Thank you so much for choosing me for this prompt and thank you so much for the compliment! It's not directly mentioned but it's implied that reader is slightly taller than Melissa. Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

On another note: I'm sorry to everyone who sent prompts to me months ago, like in the summer. I'm getting to them slowly but surely. I have close to 40 prompts right now but yours will get done at some point.

Dirty Thoughts

Warnings: Smut, seductive dancing, switch reader and Mel

Words: 3.4k

“Hello everyone!” You say with a smile as you walk in the breakroom.

“Hey Y/n!” Janine says. “Are we still doing that combined class on Monday?” She asks you and you nod.

“What combined class?” Melissa asks you both.

“We’re doing a combined lesson with our second grade classes.” Janine says.

“I already asked if you wanted to join in with your class but you said no.” You remind her.

“Well maybe I wouldn’t mind doing it now.” She says.

“Behind on your work?” You ask her and she sighs and nods. “Alright, we’re doing it in the library, first period after lunch.” You tell her and she nods. You then go to the coffee maker and you miss Melissa checking out your legs in the dress you’re wearing.

“New dress?” She asks you and you look at her and nod.

“Ya, I got it last week. Do you like it?” You ask her and she nods.

“You look cute.” She says and you look back to the coffee maker to hide your blush. 

“Y/n, do you want to come out with us tonight?” Jacob asks.

“Depends, who else is going?” You ask him.

“All of us, so the three of us as well as Barb and Melissa.” He explains and as soon as he said Melissa you already knew your answer.

“Sure, what time?” You ask them.

“We’re meeting at the bar at about 8.” Janine tells you and you nod. 

“Sounds good, same bar as last time?” You ask them and they nod. “Melissa, Barb, I’m surprised you’re joining this time.” You tell them.

“Need a night out.” Melissa says before taking a sip from her mug.

“Fair enough.” You say and you go to take a seat with the trio but Melissa stops you.

“Hey Y/n, why don’t you come sit over here for a change.” She suggests.

“At your table?” You ask her and she nods. You look at her confused before sitting down at Barb and Melissa’s table.

“We were just discussing whether Melissa should go out with this girl tomorrow.” Barb tells you and Melissa looks at her before showing you a picture of the girl in question.

“Her name is Stacy and she’s a few years younger than me.” Melissa tells you.

“I always knew you were interested in both.” You say and then look at the girl. “I don’t know, I don’t know your type but she doesn’t seem like she fits.” You say and hand the phone back to her. “But if you’re questioning whether you should or not then it doesn’t seem like you’re interested in her.” You add and she shrugs.

“Ya, but dating at my age is hard. Sometimes you have to go out with someone who’s kinda interesting cause there ain’t many options left.” She tells you.

“Melissa, have you seen yourself? You could do better than someone who’s kinda interesting, so much better.” You tell her and you see a blush creep onto her cheeks. “Also a lot of people my age or a bit older want someone who’s older, around your age, you just have to know where to look.” You add.

“And a lot of people my age don’t want some youngling.” She tells you and you just shrug and go on your phone.

*After School*

You get home and you finish grading the last few tests before you go have supper. After dinner you go have a shower and pick out your outfit. You put on a tank top with AC/DC on it, fitted skinny jeans and put on your pair of converse. You also put in your nose ring, tongue ring and then apply some lip balm. You look at the time and see it’s 7:30 so you head out the door. You arrive at the bar 15 minutes later and you look around and don’t see anyone from Abbott so you sit at an empty table and get your phone out. 

“No, I'm telling you it’s true.” You hear Janine say and you look up and see them all entering.

“Hey guys!” You shout out to them and they look at you and you see Janine step forward and stare at you for a couple seconds.

“Y/n?” She asks you.

“Last time I checked ya.” You jokingly say and you see everyone else looking at you weirdly. “What?” You ask them all.

“You’re wearing a band t-shirt and pants, and you have a nose ring and a tattoo on your shoulder?” Jacob says and you nod.

“Forgive us dear but you always wear skirts and dresses at school, so this is new information for us.” Barb tells you. 

“Well ya. At school I like to dress more feminine but when I go out I like to dress more masculine or look really gay.” You explain to them and you look to see Melissa staring at you with her mouth open. “See something you like Melissa?” You ask her and put her on the spot.

“Just, um, didn’t know that you’d wear something other than those cute skirts and dresses.” She says, stuttering a bit and then takes a seat beside you.

“You like it when I wear those really short ones?” You ask her and she looks at you. “What would you say if I told you I got shorter ones when you started staring at my legs?” You ask her and she tilts her head.

“I’d say you’re insane and definitely not school appropriate.” She says and you chuckle.

“Neither are those low cut tops you like to wear.” You counter.

“I’ll get the first round.” Janine announces and gets everyone’s order. 

“I think you like my low cut tops.” Melissa counters and you look at her.

“What makes you say that?” You ask.

“Because you like staring at my chest, that’s why.” Melissa says very confidently.

“Well I’m very gay and boobs are something that I like, so obviously I like to stare at a girls chest, and you have a nice rack.” You say to her and she quirks an eyebrow at you.

“So it’s not the fact that it’s my chest, just that it’s a chest with great boobs?” She pushes.

“Here’s your drinks!” Janine exclaims and puts the drinks down on the table and you reach for yours and take a sip. 

You’re able to avoid Melissa’s question as Janine starts a conversation with the entire group but you see Melissa glancing at you every once in a while.

“I’ll get the next round.” Jacob offers and you all give your order to him before he leaves.

“So about my question from earlier…?” Melissa asks and you turn to look at her.

“What question?”

“When you stare at my chest is it because it’s my chest or just a chest with a great rack?” She asks and you freeze and scramble to come up with an answer.

“Both…?” You tell her and she tilts her head. “You have a great rack which is why I like to stare at it.” You stumble out and she turns away from you to hide her smirk.

Jacob comes back from the bar with the drinks and Melissa glances at you taking a sip before taking a sip of her own drink. She can’t help but imagine what it would be like if she can run her hands under that loose fitting shirt of yours. Or under one of your dresses or skirts.

“What are you staring at?” Melissa hears and realises you’re looking at her and she was lost in thought. 

“Nothing, just lost in thought.” Melissa says and then sees something in your mouth that she didn’t notice before. “Do you have a tongue ring?” She asks and you nod before sticking out your tongue.

“Drives the girls crazy.” You tell her with a lower voice and she shivers a bit. 

You turn around to contribute to the conversation that’s happening and Melissa can’t help but get lost in her naughty thoughts about you…again. She thinks about that tongue ring of yours and what it would be like if you ate her out with it on. You happen to look over when she’s lost in thought again and you look down to see her rub her thighs together and you smirk. 

“I’ll get the next round!” You announce and you startle Melissa a bit. “I might need some help though, Melissa do you mind helping me?” You ask her and she nods before getting up. You get everyone’s order and then you go up to the bar and order all of them. “So what were you thinking about?” You ask her and she looks at you.

“What?” 

“I know you were having some dirty thoughts, you were rubbing your thighs together. Your beautifully thick thighs.” You tell her and step closer to her.

“What I was thinking about is none of your business.” She says and you look down slightly into her eyes and she stares up to look into yours. 

“Can I kiss you?” You suddenly ask and you see her breath hitch before she nods. You lean forward until you feel her lips on yours and you kiss her. She immediately kisses you back and she even takes it a step further and slips her tongue in. She runs her hands through your hair and pulls you closer to her and begins kissing you roughly.

“Your drinks are ready.” You hear and immediately pull back and look to see the bartender looking at you both. 

“Thank you.” You tell him and hand him the money before you both take the drinks. 

“I was thinking about what it would be like if you ate me out with that tongue ring of yours.” Melissa tells you and you look at her with a smirk before walking back to the table and give everyone their drinks before you lean over to Melissa. 

“Some girls have said that it gives more stimulation. I could be licking the entrance and the ring can be teasing the clit.” You tell her with a wink.

“Good to know.” She says, more breathy than normal. You both stay and have your drinks and engage in the conversation before a song comes on that you like and you turn to Melissa.

“Want to dance?” You ask her and she looks at you before nodding. You both put your drinks down and then go to the dance floor. 

“So does anyone think those two will end up together by the end of the night?” Jacob asks the table.

“I thought they were together.” Gregory says and they all look at Barb.

“Melissa hasn’t told me anything, but if they aren’t already together then they will be very soon.” Barb tells them.

You bring Melissa onto the dance floor and you bring her close to you before you start dancing. You both were already quite close as there’s multiple people dancing around you both, now Melissa is pressed up against you and you can’t help but look down and see her boobs from this angle. You then trail your eyes up until they land on hers and she knows what you were staring at as there’s mischief in her eyes. She leans forward near your ear and her breath on it causes you to slightly shiver. 

“Would you like to touch them?” She asks you and she pulls back. 

“Touch what?” You ask, yelling a bit over the music and she quirks an eyebrow. She then turns around so her back is pressed up against your front and she grabs both of your hands. She places one on her stomach and the other over her boobs and you widen your eyes. “What are you doing?” You ask her as you lean down to her ear and she turns her head towards you. 

“It’s called making a move.” She tells you.

“Well I know what it’s called but… wait a minute, are you hitting on me?” You ask her and she winks at you and nods. “Why are you hitting on me?” 

“Because I like you.” She tells you so simply.

“Wait, you like me like me, as in a crush?” You ask her and she nods. “I like you too.” You tell her and she smiles. 

“I know, all your awkward flirting at school gave it away, but you wanting to kiss me definitely confirmed it.” She tells you. “So, why don’t you show this girl a good time on the dance floor and then a good time in bed?” She asks you and you freeze. “Did I make you short circuit?” She asks you with a smirk.

“Well you placed one of my hands on your boobs and then you just told me that you want to have sex.” You say to her. “So yes, I guess my brain is trying to catch up after crashing.” You say and she starts moving her hips seductively. “Melissa, if you keep going how you are, then I won’t be able to show you a good time on the dance floor.” You tell her and and she takes the hand off that was on her boobs and she sticks one of your fingers in her mouth. She hears you moan before she takes your finger out and turns around.

“Maybe you could just skip right to the bedroom.” She says and you look at her. 

“Oh I won’t last that long.” You say and bring her to the bathroom. 

You bring her to one of the stalls and lock it before you kiss her. She immediately puts her hands in your hair while she kisses you back. You pick her up and she wraps her legs around you while she deepens the kiss. You lift her shirt up and kiss all over chest. You then quickly unclip her bra and pull it up and dive down to one of her nipples. You hear her moan out when you give it a hard suck and she squeezes your hair. You give the nipple a loving kiss before you go to the other one and give it the same treatment. 

“Y/n, Y/n.” She tells you as she pulls you away from her chest. “My chest is not where I need your tongue.” She tells you and you smirk before you drop her legs and get on your knees. 

You pull her leather pants down and you see her underwear with a damp patch on it before you smirk. You peel her undies off and you see her very wet centre. You lick a strip up her centre and she feels your wet tongue and tongue piercing on her and she can’t help but feel really good by the sensations. You then flatten your tongue on her centre and start licking up and down, your tongue piercing is rubbing her clit at the same time. You put one of her legs hanging over your shoulder before you insert a finger inside of her. 

Melissa is trying very hard not to make any noise as there’s other people coming in and out. She ends up covering her mouth with one of her hands as a few gasps and moans fell out of her mouth. She’s leaning against the stall door and you switch to sucking and licking her clit while you add a second finger inside of her. Melissa keeps your head in place with her free hand and you don’t mind as you’re enjoying the view. 

You’re between her beautiful thick thighs that you’d love to kiss all over. You look up and you place your free hand on her nice wide hips before trailing it to her soft stomach. You trail your hand up and cup one of her big full boobs. You look further up and see her face is down slightly and you can see it on her face all the pleasure she’s feeling. You start sucking and fingering her faster and a loud gasp slips out of her. You then feel her legs shaking, her hand in your hair tightens and she’s clenching around your fingers. Then she comes with a gasp and you pull your fingers out but you lick up all her juices.

“Mm, you taste sweeter after you come.” You tell her as you take her leg off of you and stand up. She looks at you as she’s trying to catch her breath. She then pulls you in for a passionate kiss and you happily kiss her back. “I’ve wanted to kiss you for the past year now.” You tell her after you pull away. 

“Then why didn’t you?” She asks and you shrug.

“Didn’t know if you felt the same and didn’t want to ruin the friendship.” You say and she smiles softly and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “Have you wanted to kiss me before?” You ask her and she nods while smiling. “Why didn’t you say something before?” 

“Same reason as you.” She says and then kisses you. “Now come to my place, you haven’t come yet and I want to hear all your noises.” She says as she pulls her underwear and leather pants back up and you nod. “Can you clip my bra please?” She asks and you nod before she turns around.

“Considering I unclipped it, I guess it’s fair I clip it back.” You tell her and she snorts as you clip it back and then she puts her shirt back in place.

“Let’s go say goodbye to everyone and then leave.” She says.

“Don’t you live with Jacob?” You ask her and she thinks about it before she brings you out of the bathroom and back to the table with everyone and grabs her purse. 

“Y/n and I are leaving so I’ll see youse on Monday.” She tells them and then looks at Jacob. “I wouldn’t come home for an hour.” She tells him and he looks between you both.

“Actually make that 2.” You say and she looks at you.’

“2? Now I’m curious.” She says and then leaves the bar while holding your hand.

“Weren’t they on the dance floor, which is the opposite way from where they came from?” Gregory asks and everyone thinks about it.

“I think I saw them enter the bathroom but it can’t be right as it was like 10 minutes ago.” Jacob says and then it hits everyone. “Oh.” Jacob says and then everyone changes conversation.

On Monday morning, everyone comes in and sees you in the process of covering your hickeys on the couch while Melissa is getting coffee. 

“Good morning to you both.” Barb says and Melissa smiles at her.

“Morning Barb.” She says and then grabs the two mugs full of coffee and brings it over to the couch. While bringing the two mugs, everyone tries to hold in their laughter as they see Melissa walking a little strangely.

“Melissa, did you get an injury? You seem to be walking differently.” Jacob asks her and she looks at everyone after she hands you the mug.

“Ya, I pulled something on Friday night.” She tells everyone and then you groan before glaring at Melissa as everyone takes a seat on the couch.

“You know if you’re going to leave hickeys then next time put them in less obvious places or not as dark so I can actually cover them up.” You tell Melissa and she shrugs and then you see everyone passing $20 bills around. “Were you guys betting on something?” You ask them and they nod.

“Betting on when Melissa would do something about her feelings for you.” Barb says and you look at Melissa who’s rolling her eyes.

“I thought I was told that the bets were off after I figured it out.” She says to all of them.

“We kept the bets, we just lied to you.” Janine tells her.

Melissa shakes her head before she takes your concealer and foundation and starts helping you cover them up. Ava walks in and sees the scene and she smiles before she goes to Mr. Johnson for $20.

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Max Verstappen seems like the type who would absolutely be jealous of his cats getting more attention than him, add in that his partner is allergic to cats, and she's still choosing to spend the few hours they have together when Max is home, cuddling with the cats instead of cuddling with Max.

There's just something sweet in my mind about a whining Max who's loosing to his cats, despite his girlfriend being all teared up and snotty because of her allergies, the cats are cute, and she has to cuddle them.

This is a mess of an ask, I apologise

Head On The Pillow, I Could Feel You Sneakin' In

Pairing: Max Verstappen x Reader

Warnings: none

Words: 1.6k

Summary: Max doesn't consider himself jealous. But he might start acting a little grumpy if he sees you choose his cats over him one more time.

A/N: Omg please don't apologise this was the cutest idea ever and after writing angsty stuff all week I was thrilled to have something sweet to think about :) I hope you like it as much as I enjoyed writing it hehe

Giving you a key to his apartment had seemed like the best idea for the two of you after dating for a few months. Max could tell you exactly when he was supposed to be back and he knew you’d be there waiting for him if you could. It was also good for when you missed him too much and wanted to either steal some of his clothes while he was gone or just stay at his place surrounded by so many things that screamed Max.

Normally, Max would have been over the moon to be with someone who was comfortable enough in his own home to spend time there with or without him but lately, Max seemed to notice a certain pattern. 

No matter when he called or texted, if you weren’t supposed to be working, you were always at his place. This first part wouldn’t have bothered him at all if it wasn’t for your cat allergies. It wasn’t as bad as it could have been but your eyes still got all red and puffy whenever you were around Jimmy and Sassy and you sneezed a lot. 

Max had tried to convince you countless times to stay away from them but you couldn’t resist them. They just had to be in the same room as you and you were already calling them over so Sassy could rest on your lap while Jimmy nuzzled against your side. If the cats realised you were allergic to them and tried to keep yourself from sneezing on them, they didn’t show it and gave you back as much love as they could. 

Part of Max was almost in awe to see you being this affectionate with his cats when they barely acknowledged him most of the time but he couldn’t help from wanting to be the one to receive all the attention. It had been fine during the summer break because you were spending all your time with him anyway but now that he was always gone, he really wanted to make the limited time he had with you count. 

As soon as the Qatar Grand Prix was over, all he wanted was to lay down with you in bed and not move for a few hours. He was exhausted, sweating all over and honestly driving in those conditions had been a nightmare. He really needed to complain about it, just to let it out, but with the media all around he wasn’t sure if his PR team would appreciate it so he kept his mouth shut, waiting to be all cuddled up in your arms to vent as you ran your hands through his hair like you usually did. 

When he landed in Nice a few hours later, Max had never been happier to have his own jet. All he could think about now was going back home to you, and his cats, but mostly you. He knew you’d be here because you told him so but he didn’t expect you to be in bed already, or to still be cuddling the cats instead of him when he lied down next to you.

-“ Schatje ?” he asked, only getting a sleepy groan as an answer “ Can you make them move please ? Jimmy’s claws are scratching my back and Sassy’s using half of my pillow…”

-“ They’re asleep Max, I don’t want to wake them but I can scoot away a bit and bring Jimmy with me a little if you want.” you answered with your eyes closed, your face resting against Sassy’s head while her back was on Max’ pillow

-“ I don’t want you to move away. I want him to move away and you to move closer.” he grumbled 

-“ I can’t do that without waking them up. I'm sorry baby, I promise we can cuddle all you want tomorrow. Is that okay with you ?” 

-“ Yeah I guess, good night schatje.” Max gave in, stretching over the cats to place a quick kiss on your cheek before settling down as best as he could against Sassy

When Max woke up the next day to a pillow all for himself, he wanted to make the most of this chance so he turned around, ready to drag your body closer to his but just like both cats had left him, you were no longer lying next to him. Groaning ever so slightly, Max got out of bed and started looking for where you had decided to go at 8am when he knew you had the day off. 

He quickly found you on the sofa with the cats laying all over you while you were clinging onto the box of tissues for dear life, trying not to sneeze and wake them up. 

-“ I didn’t think you’d wake up this soon Max, did I wake you ?” 

-“ No, I just missed you so I decided to get up.”

-“ I missed you too, baby.” you smiled at him warmly

-“ Did you really ?” 

-“ Yeah of course I did, we haven’t seen each other in 2 weeks. That’s a long time.” 

-“ It doesn’t quite seem like it…” Max complained with a pout

-“ What do you mean ?” you asked, confused as to why your boyfriend would be upset

-“ Since I came back all you did was cuddle with the cats and when I woke up and wanted to do the same like you promised, you were already gone...” 

-“ I’m sorry, they were hungry and I didn’t want their meowing to wake you up so we went to the kitchen and then I sat down for a second and Jimmy fell asleep on me so I couldn’t go back to you.”

-“ Just put him down on the sofa, he won’t even realise that you’re gone.” 

-“ Yes he will ! And then he’s going to think I don’t love him anymore and I don’t want him to think that.” 

-“ He’s a cat y/n.” 

-“ So ?”

-“ He’s not going to care that much as long as you keep feeding and petting him the rest of the time. However, your boyfriend who just came back from a very tiring race and wanted to be close to you might think you don’t want him anymore if you keep choosing his cats over him.” Max mumbled, crossing his arms as he eyed the two cats stealing your attention

-“ You don’t have to be jealous, okay ? There’s still room for you next to me, you know ?” you chuckled, patting the spot next to you

Max was going to sit down next to you when Sassy appeared from nowhere and jumped on the couch next to you, laying down where Max was planning on sitting. That was the final straw for your boyfriend and before you could realise what was happening, Max was taking Jimmy in his arms and putting him on the sofa before picking you up as you helplessly laughed and asked him to put you down. 

Max made his way to your bedroom, closing the door behind him before the cats could follow. Once he was sure it was only the two of you, he put you down with a satisfied huff.

-“ Are you satisfied now ?” you asked him with a grin

-“ Almost.” he said before handing you a tissue and heading towards the joint bathroom “ Here, take your allergy treatment then go shower because your eyes are all red and your arm is too. Once you’re done, I’ll be waiting on that promise you made and without the cats anywhere near you.” 

-“ But–”

-“ No ‘but’ schatje, I know you love them but I shouldn’t have to remind you that you’re allergic to them to get your full attention and to get you to put some distance between you.”

-“ They’re so cute, how am I supposed to not cuddle them when I need cuddles ?” 

-“ You have a boyfriend who’s perfectly able to do that too but since you seem to have forgotten, I’ve decided not to do anything all morning except reminding you that I’m way better than my own cats at this.” Max huffed, looking determined

When you came back from your shower, Max was waiting on a freshly made bed with two cups of coffee and a few pastries he had gone to pick up at the bakery downstairs. You sat on the bed for a while, eating your breakfast in front of a TV show you had just started together but as soon as you were done eating, Max was pulling you under the blanket and resting his head on your chest, tightening his arms around your waist.

-“ Isn’t this better than two fur balls that make your eyes itchy and your nose runny ?” Max asked, with his face buried against you

-“ It’s very nice, I have to admit.”

-“ I know but is it better than them ?” he insisted

-“ You’re really jealous, huh ?”

-“ Answer the question y/n.”

-“ Yes, this is way better Max.” 

-“ Good, I would have hated to have to sell my babies because they were stealing you away from me.” 

-“ You wouldn’t.” you exclaimed with a laugh

-“ I might if they keep you from me. I love them but I know I love you more, that’s for sure.” 

-“ You’re an idiot, I swear.” 

-“ I know, but I’m your idiot.” 

-“ That you are, now shush I want to watch this.” 

-“ Only if you promise me that I will come before the cats, always.” 

-“ Max.”

-“y/n.” he deadpanned, still waiting for you to comply

-“ I promise you come before the cats. You’re my favourite person, of course you come first.” 

-“ I love you.” Max smiled, placing a kiss on your stomach where he was now laying before adding “ Now shush, I actually want to watch this too.” 

-“ You’re insufferable.” you laughed, ruffling his hair slightly “I love you too dummy.”

[honeyjars-sims]

Part 2 Prologue #3: The Big 2-0

It’s the day of my and Chantal’s birthday party and our dads are helping us set up. We kept it small, just family and close friends. Of course, Paul is coming, too; we’re not super close, but he does live here so it’s only fair to invite him. Plus with Lucy here he won’t feel too out of place.

Pops takes a look around the grounds. “I’ve got to say, I really enjoy it out here. It’s so peaceful. What do you say, David? Can’t you picture us living off the land?”

“Oh yeah, scooping up goat shit is what I’ve always dreamed of.” Dad smirks. 

“Dad wouldn’t last a day here!” Chantal laughs. 

“I guess we’ll stick to visiting, then,” Pops concedes. “Ah, here come Cece and Ben!”

“Happy birthday!” Cece calls out and she gives us both hugs. “How does it feel to be 20?”

“It’s awesome! I finally feel like a real adult!” Chantal replies. Even though we’re twins, sometimes I feel like Chantal is my older sister–technically she is, I guess, by a couple of minutes. She’s always been more put together, more mature, more goal-oriented.

Even though I’ve been doing a lot more planning for my future, a lot of the time I still feel like a kid cosplaying as a grownup. I keep waiting for the day everyone realizes I don’t actually know what I’m doing.

“Not me,” I say. “I still feel like I have a lot of growing up to do.”

“You do,” Dad responds.

“Gee, thanks.”

“I don’t mean it like that,” he laughs. “You don’t suddenly become an adult one day and have it all figured out.”

“You’ll learn and grow, and make mistakes, and learn some more,” Pops adds. “Just like we all will.”

“Well, at least I know I’m not the only one,” I say.

“So, Cece, have you and Ben picked a wedding date yet?” Chantal asks.

Cece groans. “Ugh, not yet. I don’t even know when I’ll have the time to plan anything. We’re going to be traveling so much with the band this year. I don’t want to be engaged forever, but we might have to wait until things slow down.”

“Well, I’ll help out however I can,” Chantal offers. “You know how much I love planning things.”

“Paul’s sister-in-law is an event planner,” I chime in. “Maybe you can hire her, or she can give you some information on vendors and stuff.”

“Thanks, guys,” Cece says. “I need all the help I can get. It’s just so overwhelming.”

“I told you, we don’t have to do anything big,” Ben tells her, rubbing her shoulder. “I don’t think you’d want that, anyway. As long as I get to be your husband, I’m cool with whatever.”

“I know, but I want to do something. Maybe we could have a small ceremony before we leave so we don’t have to put it off.”

“Sounds good to me!” Ben agrees. 

“What are you planning on doing about your last name?” Dad asks her. “You’re already double-barreled, so I’m assuming you won’t be taking on a third.”

“Well, I was planning on leaving it as it is. Ben doesn’t care if I take his and we won’t be having kids, so no need to worry about that.”

“That’s a good plan.” Dad sighs. “You know I support your decision to remain childfree, but it is a shame to think that my family name won’t be passed on.”

“I’m sorry, David,” Pops tells him. “I’m not really attached to my surname, but I know how important your heritage and your family are to you.”

“It’s okay. I have 3 beautiful children, a soon-to-be son-in-law, and a loving husband. I’m blessed no matter what their names are.”

I think about my own name. Like my Pops, I’ve never really felt attached to my last name. I was so young when my mom got married that I barely remember her being an Ayers. Besides, now that I'm no longer speaking to her, I feel even less connected to her side of the family.

Destiny and Trinity were both given their fathers’ surnames, and Chantal plans to change hers whenever she gets married. I guess I can pass the Ayers name down to my kids, but do I even want that? I guess that’s not something I have to think about quite yet.

Right now, the most pressing issue on my mind is when we're going to cut the cake.

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Ron Kamonohashi's Forbidden Deductions Episode 26 Review + Final Thoughts - A Banger Of A Finale

I guess this is a BANGER of a finale. I wonder if they’ll announce a Season 3 because there’s definitely no way it just ends there without a solid conclusion to defeating the enemies. I hope they do. I mean, that’s the reason why they didn’t make RonToto kiss—they gotta delay it until the grand finale.

Anyways, the episode starts off with Toto telling Tiger Dan about his contradiction. If murdering Jim Gore was a success, then they wouldn’t have needed to kill the people involved, meaning that Jim Gore wasn’t murdered and that he was alive all this time. While he was partially correct, Toto still did a great job deducing it. This means that Ron’s father Eliot made a mistake and that was why he died, which was the reason why Ron lost some of his childhood memories; sometimes, memories of a very painful event can be erased from the mind because the brain does that. However, it turned out that Eliot wasn’t a terrible father as he loved Ron dearly. He married his mother who’s a member of the Holmes family and that’s how Ron is a forbidden child of sorts. Despite that Eliot wanted Ron to live his own life where he’s neither Moriarty or Holmes. Eliot does seem like he was a kind father; if Ron’s mother ever makes an appearance, I hope we get to learn more about Eliot.

It also turns out that the teddy bear belongs to Mylo Moriarty and he’s the leader of the M family. Did you know that the voice that the teddy bear used belongs to Neeko? If you’re not a KHR fan, you might not know this, but the voice that the bear uses belongs to the voice actress of the titular Reborn! First they got Hummingbird voiced by Takahiro Sakurai who voiced Shogo Makishima from Psycho-pass, a work where Amano designed the characters and now they brought in Neeko who was from Amano’s most famous work? What a great way to end the finale and the year. The cutesy voice does make the bear a lot more sinister.

The explosion scene was crazy but it was cool seeing Toto save all the people and then going back for Ron. Man, these last few episodes have been making Toto look super cool. See how he was in the beginning of the first season and compare him to now. His aura definitely changed. It was really nice seeing him going back for Ron because he cares a lot about him. The Spitz ex Machina scene feels surprising, but at the same time, it shouldn’t because Spitz did plant bugs on Toto, so he’s always there whenever he needs to be.

It feels like a waste that the stuff with Tiger Dan and Mylo wasn’t resolved, which means that there definitely will be a third season, but it hasn’t been announced yet. Please announce it soon! What’s the point of not resolving everything with the Moriarty family and not have RonToto kiss if you aren’t going to do a third season? I need more!

Not only that, but this is the first time the group has made direct contact with the M Family, so it only feels right to get a continuation to see where Ron and Toto will head next in their sleuthing misadventures—there’s also a spy who caused Ron’s condition, so we need that resolved too. I just hope it’ll be announced soon! The finale has a good conclusion, but it definitely adds more questions than answers. What do you think?

FINAL THOUGHTS

Season 2 of Ron Kamonohashi’s Forbidden Deductions takes a more serious turn now that the M Family has made themselves known to our duo. While I do miss the wacky misadventures Ron and Toto had while solving mysteries, I do feel like it’s nice that the story did take a bit of a serious turn now that the main antagonists are introduced.

I do feel like the cases have been divided into separate episodes this time around as the previous season did have one-episode cases while none of the episodes in this season did. I do think it was so that they can have enough run-time to squeeze in content until they reached a big arc. I also liked that some cases get a little trickier and that not all the cases are murder ones as Ron and Toto have to solve a kidnapping case as well. What stands out for this season is that some cases do have obvious murderers but the leads have to shake them down and learn of their motives.

Not only that, the major supporting characters also play a bigger role. Spitz is basically Spitz ex Machina with how he saves the day unexpectedly. Mofu is the biggest helper with how  she creates medicine to suppress Ron’s criminal-convincing condition. Amamiya also plays an important role with how she starts gaining more confidence with letting Toto handle cases and not look down on him as much as she did before. Chikori also plays an important factor with how her job as a reporter helps our dynamic duo. Though, I do wonder why Kawasemi is on the poster when his only appearance was by word of mouth by Amamiya. What was the point of having him on there?

Now that the M Family are formally introduced, you can’t help but wonder what will transpire next for them. Their influence in the underground crime world is so vast so it’s probably hard to detect their next move as they show up sporadically. Winter was interesting in that they don’t like Ron at all. Tiger Dan and Mylo were also interesting with how menacing they are. Mylo was definitely the most sinister with how he hides behind a teddy bear doll and even sets off explosives just to kill people. He’s definitely a sociopath. It’s also intriguing how he’s basically the antithesis of Ron in that he’s basically a color palette swapped version of him.

The animation was a bit lacking this season in that the background characters often don’t move or don’t have faces, but for an anime like this, movement isn’t really that important. The music was nice though. Though, the voice casting was definitely the highlight of the show as this anime has a quirky habit of casting prolific voice actors for one-off characters. Starting with the beach case, you get big names like Nobuyuki Hiyama, Takahiro Sakurai, Ami Koshimizu, Reina Ueda and Takehito Koyasu as characters that either die or are involved in a specific case either as the murderer or an important figure. Like, I’m still not over the fact that they casted Neeko as Mylo’s teddy bear. If they ever renew for a third season, just who will be casted as minor characters? Let’s just hope that Kawasemi actually makes an appearance if a Season 3 is announced.

To be honest, I do like this season a tad more than Season 1 now that the characters and story are established and that Toto isn’t a bumbling doofus constantly. He got his cool moments in the bigger arcs like the Shibuya case and the Auberge case. Ron also has cases where he gets vulnerable, showing off that he isn’t perfect all the time. The two feel more balanced this time and I really like that!

I know that I keep rambling for a third season and I still want it! Please announce Season 3 soon! I guess I’m going to have to read the manga now… What are your thoughts on Season 2 as a whole? Let me know!

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Hii, can you do random headcanons human au about lightning and doc? Like a father/son relationship?

Yes! I can do that for you! Thanks for asking ^^

LIGHTNING & DOC FATHER/SON HEADCANONS(HUMANIZED)?!? REAL?!:

Im so sorry there aren’t too many 😭 for some reason I’ve been struggling with concepts so if I think of any good ones later, I’ll add them back here! I hope you like these my friend!

- In my AU at least, Lightning never had a stable home-life, constantly jumping from foster home to foster home and sometimes said foster homes wouldn’t be the best. I’d assume thanks to his unfortunate circumstances, he never really had anybody take care of him until Mack and Doc arrived- even then there was only so much Mack could do or say in fear of getting fired or something.

- Doc loves Lightning(this is obvious), but the kid cannot cook for the life of him so whenever Lightning does something nice for Doc and makes food for him, and it ends up genuinely being shit or inedible, Doc will still eat it anyways because of how happy Lightning looks when he does.

- Lightning’s love language is gifts and making things for other people(even if he thinks he’s good at it, but really isn’t). I’d imagine Doc has a lot of random nicknacks and bracelets from Lightning lmao.

- I think that the first time Lightning accidentally called Doc Dad he got so scared and embarrassed that he fucking bolted out the door, ran to his 95, and raced outta town like a bat out of hell. He’s like “fuck I can’t go back and show my face! Doc’s gonna think I’m weird or something!!!!” But then doc’s like,”You think of me as a dad?! 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰” and immediately goes out after Lightning and brings him home- possibly having a heart to heart or something.

- Doc will do very small things that mean the world to Lightning, such as taking him to the store with him, going on small trips with him, just generally making Lightning feel wanted and just spending time with him.

- This one’s not necessarily Lightning and Doc only and is sorta canon, but Doc is everyone’s father 💀💀💀. Doesn’t matter who you are, as soon as you step foot in Radiator Springs once and you plan to stay for more than half an hour, then you are his kid. You have been adopted.

- Doc gave Lightning a bedtime. And Lightning was not happy abt it 😭. Lightning, despite being a mostly functioning adult, was still taking horrible care of himself(likely due to Harv’s harmful teaching and shitty “philosophies”. Fuck that guy) and would go to bed at seriously ungodly hours, even during race weekends which was a no no for obvious reasons. There was also the fact that Lightning got snippy and short whenever he didn’t sleep and everyone on the team was simply too nice to say anything until Doc did. I’d imagine it was because Lightning decided it would be a good idea to mouth off to the man after a race that went awry and he said stuff he didn’t mean. Doc would likely then realize the kid needed to have a nap before he collapsed or whatever then magically after said nap he was a bit better. Doc then decided that the kid’s bedtime would be 10:30 on the dot. Lightning, deciding he was an adult, complained to the man to which Doc replied with how shitty the kid had been acting which led to Lightning having a realization and leading to him apologizing his team who were more than forgiving and understood.

- Lightning’s a fuckingn iPad kid and Doc knows it and uses it to his advantage 💀💀. Whenever Doc just needs a second to himself or wants to disappear without worrying Lightning(a note or two would be written and left on the counter as well) he’ll leave a documentary- likely about prehistoric animals or modern animals- playing on the TV that will invest Lightning until Doc gets back.

- While having a stable father figure is new to Lightning, having a son-figure is for Doc as well. After Lightning called him dad, Doc has been reading every parenting guide book and news article and children’s mental health guide he could get his hands on. He didn’t want to mess up with the kid and he was still young(Doc knew Lightning didn’t have an all-too stable home-life, why else would he never talk to his parents or family members if he even had any?) and decently impressionable- plus there was all that deep-rooted shit Harv fucked Lightning up with. Doc did not want to hurt the kid and so he did his best with what he could, but it was hard since Lightning wasn’t exactly a child. Doc does his best anyways.

- Doc always gives 101% of his attention to Lightning, even when he’s physically doing something else such as making coffee. Doc loves listening to Lightning’s sometimes nonsensical rambles and rants about dinosaurs(Lightning is 100% a Dinosaur kid I know one when I see one for I am also one) and will listen when he starts nervously rambling about them during a race as well. He’ll always listen to his rants and stories, doing his best to keep up with the youngster. He’s glad Lightning loves sharing his interests with him and everyone in Radiator Springs. Lightning himself loves that he’s allowed to just keep talking all he wants and so he does, but he doesn’t have to “make sure” they’re still listening like he’d have to with Harv or shitty old friends of his because they’d all be paying attention anyways, even while busy. It made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

- Doc teaches Lightning how to do DIY shit or how to fix things(aside from cars. I’d imagine they bond on that. Maybe this one can be changed to Doc taught Lightning about the insides of a car? Like “if you wanna race, you can’t just know the pedals and wheel. You gotta know everything about your car” or something. Little lesson yk?) like doorframes or putting together IKEA furniture(screaming and crying). I’d imagine he loves teaching Lightning how to do woodshop and Lightning loves making little sculptures.

- For his first Father’s Day in Radiator Springs, Lightning decided to get the entire town involved since he wasn’t entirely sure what Doc liked and didn’t like that he could get the man. With his little dilemma, he went to everyone in the town getting input from everybody- some ranging from getting Doc an entire new tool kit or some sort of organizer thing to a nice set of overalls Doc could wear when fixing up the Hornet or working on projects. I like to think that maybe the entire town also get him things and nicknacks since everybody realized how much of a father Doc was. I think Lightning would be like,”fuck what do I get him 😰😰” Sally would be like,”BRO JUST GET HIM SOMETHING. HE’LL LOVE IT EITHER WAY ESPECIALLY IF IT COMES FROM YOU!” And then he decides to get Doc everything the others said anyways to which Doc is surprised and proves Sally right by saying something like,”Kid, you’re the only gift I need.” Or something corny. Maybe even like,”Kid, these are all wonderful, but you didn’t have to get all of these just for me.” Or sumn. Doc 101% uses all of the items everyday tho.

I’m sorry if these are a little short I’ll add some more later if k come up with good ones lol

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Hi! I read the bit of Paintings that’s out and I’m a fan. I really like how relaxingly told it is, it’s very flow-y and easy. When my attention span is more cooperative I’m interested to see what else you’ve got up as well, but that day is evidently not today haha.

On a lark, asking your thoughts on a technical question, just me nerding out, I’m curious if you have thoughts on writing serialized versus… is it just non-serialized? Less serialized? Fiction.

I’m of the opinion that a lot of, for my experience, manga suffer a lot from the lack of ability to edit their structure and continuity, however it gets me out of my head and onto the page. Even on ao3 I don’t like going back and editing continuity mistakes as I think it’s unfair to anyone who’s read the old chapters to suddenly say “hey, that name I forgot to add in chapter one?(this happened ~w~) Yeah, you know that now!”

Instead it forced me to get creative and add an element that didn’t clash with established world building and future plans, which was fun and challenging. So like, it’s better for me psychologically? Especially in terms of motivating me by having people actually see it while I’m moving forward.

Idk, it’s an art, not a science, just newish to the site and wanted to reach out and talk writing.

Happy New Year!

Heya, firstly I wanted to say this 100% made my day thank you SO SO much.

As for the question, I’m still honestly figuring that out! I’ve never really posted publicly, so I’m not sure if my stance on serilazation of this stuff will change, but here’s what I currently think for my writing. I personally don’t plan on changing anything ( except for maybe like a grammar/spelling error I didn’t catch ) after stuff is posted! Unless I feel like I made a mistake so great that it needs to be fixed, I’ll just try to work it into the story.

As for other people, I can 100% see both arguments. Even outside of the more niche communities here, some series would KILL for the ability to be able to change some old stuff.

I personally wouldn’t mind if a series in following were to change something, as long as it’s communicated to the reader in some way. Like in the unlikely event I WOULD make a major change, I’d make a blog post and put an addendum on whatever chapter would be posted next.

On the other hand, I always commend it when people find ways to write themselves out of corners. I think the ability to work around your continuity, especially in fantasy settings, is an important skill so that there aren’t constant retcons.

I hope I answered the question well enough haha, thanks again for reading, I’ll try to put up the next part soon ™️

Oh, and happy new year :)

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BROKEN SILVER LININGS: Chapter Three

Summary: Bucky drives you back to his place and makes the two of you dinner when you washed up. He insisted on taking care of you until you started to feel like yourself again. But you started to feel like you were running from your old life so you decided it was time to go back.

Notes: character death, character mourning, lots of grief and angst, self isolation

**

You dropped your weekender bag at your feet and gently take the groceries from Bucky’s hands.

He hesitates a moment but soon realizes that he couldn’t physically hold four bags in his and unlock the door.

You held the paper bags patiently in your arms while he can unlocked the door.

He opens the door for you to walk through and set the bags on the kitchen counter. He sets your weekender bag on the couch.

“I don’t understand the whole paper bag thing. It takes up so much space and it rips! It’s so inefficient.” He rants, narrowing his eyes at the torn paper bag on the counter.

“They’re trying to be environmentally friendly,” you said with a chuckle. “What does that even mean?”

You couldn’t help but smile at how passionately against paper bags Bucky was.

“Well paper bags are easier to recycle,” “Recycling,” he repeats with a disappointed sigh. “Sorry, I’m acting like an old man again.” He adds, noticing your amused smile.

“No, that’s- I needed that. Thank you.” He scratches the back of his head, unsure of what to say.

“I’ll help you bring in the rest of the groceries,” he stops you when you tried to leave.

“That’s not necessary, doll. I can handle this. You can take your shower and relax a bit while I cook dinner.”

Steve said something like that to you before. He advances to the door but your voice stops him.

“I’ll.. probably take a while because I have to detangle all of this,” you motion to your curly hair peeking out of the head scarf.

“I’m a patient man,” he reassures before leaving opening the door and leaving.

**

Releasing a sigh of relief, you dropped your sore arms when you finish the last braid. You kept the bathroom door open when you got dressed after your shower, wanting to circulate the steam out of the bathroom.

Tying a bandana around your braids, you push it back so some free curls around your ears are still visible.

The seasoned meat Bucky was cooking was alluring causing your stomach to grumble angrily.

Packing everything back into the your bag, you finally left the bathroom with your bag slung over your shoulder.

“You’re making cheesesteaks?” You asked enthusiastically. “It’s the one things I’m pretty good at making,” Bucky states, taking the bread that was grilling on the griddle and placing them on a plate.

Looking up from the griddle, he stares at you for a moment. “You can put your stuff in the room.”

“Oh that’s not necessary, Bucky. I can take the couch.” “You’re not sleeping on the couch, doll.”

“Okay,” you said in defeat, walking into the room.

Bucky takes that time to compose himself.

How can you be so effortlessly beautiful? Bucky thought to himself.

He had to actively keep his mouth closed so he wouldn’t gawk at you. All you were wearing was an oversized sweater and loose gym shorts.

He made the observation that you wear things to conceal your figure.

He wasn’t expecting you to look so graceful considering you were in a hospital earlier that day.

But he especially wasn’t expecting you to say, “How are you holding up, Bucky?”

No one really asked him that before. The only one who occasionally asked was Steve.

“How do you mean?” He says, lowering the temperature so the meat will simmer just enough to get crispy.

“I mean I know for a fact that you’re doing better than me. I purposely dissociated so I didn’t have to address the pain I was feeling.” You confessed with a soft sigh.

“I was like that the day Steve passed. Sam was panicking when Banner clicked the button and Steve wasn’t back yet- we all were panicking. We split up and searched the surrounding area and came up with nothing. I had a bad feeling that told me to check the cemetery,” he swallows hard at the recollection.

“And that’s when I found his tombstone. That night was.. hard to say the least.” He added.

“That’s not fair to you, Bucky. While you’re checking in on other people, who’s checking on you?”

“You,”

Letting out a soft breath, he presses his palms into the kitchen counter. “I’m honored,” you smiled at him and he clears his throat anxiously.

“Food’s ready. You can turn on the TV. I have Netflix and Hulu. Sam says Netflix is better.”

You crinkle your nose and shook your head.

“Hulu is definitely better,”

“And that is why you and me will get a long just fine, Y/N.” He says, handing you a plate.

“Would you mind telling me some stories about Steve?” You asked when the two of you sat on the couch.

“Of course. What do you want to know?” He watches you take a bite out of the cheesesteak, some provolone cheese smeared on your bottom lip.

You lick the remnants of the cheese from your lip and Bucky smiles when you visible slump in the seat the more you chewed the sandwich.

“That’s insanely good, Bucky.” You had to withhold yourself from doing an orgasmic eye roll.

“Um, how did you guys meet?” You asked when you finally finished chewing.

“We met in the fourth grade. He was being beat up by a couple of kids because he told them to stop throwing rocks at this girl with glasses and pig tails. So of course I..” he continued with the story telling and Hulu was long forgotten.

**

One night turned into five days and Bucky had to admit that he’s gotten used to your company.

He gotten used to waking up early so coffee was ready for you when you woke up.

While every day started to same, they ended different. Except for the first two days, you went to sleep softly crying to yourself.

When you go from sleeping beside someone for years to sleeping alone in a large bed, it starts to get to you.

You thought you were being discreet until you heard a knock and the bedroom door creak open.

Bucky would rub the sleep out of his eyes as he sat down on the floor next to his bed. You eventually joined him on the floor and fell asleep on his shoulder.

You wanted to figure out Bucky’s interests because you figured that if you were going to spend a while being around this person, you might as well get to know him.

You were surprised when Bucky agreed to go to the gym with you.

But that quickly became short lived as you had to leave after twenty minutes. The gym bros were starting to swarm him, asking if he needed a spot or if he could take a selfie with them.

They started to whine like little kids when you took Bucky’s hand and led him out of the gym.

He couldn’t help the wide smile plastered on his face when you said something snarky to one of the gym bros in passing.

He felt so.. domesticated, and it’s only been five days.

It made you feel good about yourself when he started to open up to you. You were worried that you couldn’t have a deep connection with anyone after Steve.

Hell Bucky thought the same thing.

It started to solidify that you were all just people trying to do something with your lives but have no idea what the hell you were doing.

Over the course of those days, you’ve tried the gym, video games, bowling and pool.

You even offered to go roller skating but you took Bucky’s wide eyes as a hell no.

You went through all of that, just to find out that Bucky enjoys walks in the park and reading books (although bowling is a runner up for sure).

“I think it’s time for me to head home, Bucky.” You said, breaking the comfortable silence with the two of you drinking coffee and watching the news.

You were curled up on one side of the couch in one of Bucky’s sweaters as you cradled your coffee mug in your hands.

Bucky pulls his eyes from the TV to look at you.

“Um, I- Did something happen?” He sets down the coffee cup and turns down the TV.

“No, nothing happened, Buck. I just.. I feel like I’m running away again.”

“Running away from what?” “From my feelings. My sadness. My… my grief.” You take a longer sip of your coffee.

“So what are you going to do?” He questions, leaning forward on his knees making his dog tags jingle.

Letting out a deep sigh, you answer, “I’m going to start packing up Steve’s things and put them in the closet.”

“Doll,” he starts, his eyes softening when he sees the tears brimming in your eyes.

Sitting next to you, he takes the cup from your hands and placed it on the table. “You don’t have to force yourself to move on when you’re not ready,” he explains

“No, but walking around in a place where everything is a reminder of him isn’t healthy for me either.” You said with a sniffle.

“And I’m so tired or crying,” “Give yourself some grace, sweetheart. You lost someone close to you. And it’s going to move at its own pace.”

“So what then? What do I do to get back to normal?”

“My therapist told me a few things when I had that question. I-If you want to hear it.” Bucky suggests.

“What’d she say?” You met his gaze with puffy eyes.

“She says for now, you allow yourself to be sad or angry. Or whatever emotion you’re feeling. She says that running from it will only delay your healing,”

“So I just sit in my feelings?”

“Yes, but you slowly ease yourself back into your normal routine. And with time, things will heal on its own.”

“You sound like Yoda,” you tease, brushing your shoulder with his.

“Like who?” His eye brows pressed together in genuine confusion and your mouth fell open.

“Pull out your notebook right now and add Star Wars to the list.”

“Wait, Y/N. I’m serious. Are you sure you want to go back?” He interjects.

“I think I’m ready,” you answer, nodding in response. “Then I’m coming with you,” “Bucky,” you start but he stands from the couch to change out of his sweatpants and tshirt.

“Bucky, you don’t have to do that.” You call from the living room.

“Technically I do. And not because of the promise I made,” he tugs down his shirt on the way out of the room.

It was in that moment that you realized just how close you and Bucky have gotten.

You’ve been wearing his clothes for the past two days. You’ve been out in public together.

You’re sure the journalists had all sorts of shots for their articles.

“But because I did break your door down. The least I can do is fix it.” He finishes.

“You know how to fix a door?” “I know how to fix a lot of things, doll.” He offers you his hand and he pulls you to your feet from the couch.

You swung by Target and getting brand new bed sheets, pillows, a duvet comforter and a rug.

Hell you even bought new bathroom decor. You were hell bent on having a fresh start.

A chill rolled down your spine when you smell faint remnants of Steve’s cologne when you opened the door to your apartment.

Hey sweetheart, you hear Steve’s voice whisper to you.

Letting out a slow breath, you crossed the threshold into the apartment, setting down the Target bags on the floor. Bucky follows suit.

“You ready?” He asks. “Let’s get started,” you clapped your hands and pulled out some pillows to swap in the living room when your phone vibrated on the counter.

You haven’t touch your phone in over a week. Dropping the pillows back into the bag, you gently took your phone into your hands.

Your heart sank when you read one of the many notifications on the screen:

Voicemail

Steve (3)

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Hello, me again back with another question about the US Navy that I can't find an answer to online so I'm turning to the only source I can think of that may help. And yet again I know you say your knowledge of the US military isn't as deep as it seems but it's better than mine considering I'm not from the US, I just wanted to know how officers get off aircraft carriers? It seems like a very basic question but I'm just wondering about if in Top Gun Maverick the carrier they were on was in port and they took it to wherever the Dagger mission takes place, or they got taken to the ship if it was already at sea? If so, how would they get there? If there was an emergency, say a family member was dying, they were in the middle of the ocean and got emergency leave approved, how would they get to land? Would the ship have to port at the nearest US Naval Base? Or would you have to land on the carrier somehow? This has been on my mind for a while so any help would be greatly appreciated, your blog really adds a realistic layer to Top Gun that is refreshing

navy logistics is some of the most interesting stuff in the world. especially World War II navy logistics (the infamous ice cream barge!!!). But even today how equipment & rations & personnel (and MAIL!!!) make it on/off boats is SO fascinating & takes ungodly amounts of coordination. take a look at this video posted by the uss gerald ford (CVN 78) a couple days ago.

those are sh-60s (Sea hawks—navy black hawk variant) dropping palletized goods from a cargo ship onto the flight deck of the carrier. Including sailors’ mail, overseas goods, food etc. just awesome stuff.

in terms of officers getting on/off ships, yeah you could do it a few ways. Number one would be when the boat makes a port call. Fun fact, It used to be a huge time-honored tradition for crews to make “cruise jackets” with the names of every place your ship/carrier had stopped. not too sure if it’s still done but it was a big thing after wwii. both mav and ice would probably have them.

port calls would be when crewmen and officers especially could leave the boat & party it up on dry land. so you get the stereotype of navy officers cheating on their wives with foreign women in “foreign ports of call.”

number two, if it’s a high ranking officer like the carrier strike/battle group commander (typically a RDML) who needs for some reason to leave the carrier at the center of the CS/BG formation & go to another ship, yeah you just send over a chopper like an SH-60 to go pick them up and ferry them to wherever they need to go. when I wrote ice (RADM) as deputy Cdr of third fleet (four carriers) that might be one way he’d get around the fleet. (But also not 100% sure he’d even be at sea. That was kind of just for plot/emotional reasons to separate him from mav.) but so like.. if the fleet commander/deputy cdr had a family emergency (say: found out that Carole is gonna die soon) and he got cleared to leave, he could hop on a helicopter in range (SH-60 has a range of about 400 mi for instance—the similar USCG HH-60 jayhawk, which was canonically what picked up mav & brought him back to base after he blew up the darkstar, has a range of 800 mi; if not in range he’d have to move his carrier closer [wouldn’t happen, he would be SOL]) which would take him to the nearest allied airfield with a plane to fly home. Which is what happened in my fic. lots of hurdles to clear. it’s very inconvenient & obviously not encouraged.

here is a relevant section from my wips.

for the mission in Top gun: maverick, obviously we don’t know for sure where the mission takes place, but it’s clearly somewhere in the northern INDOPAC region close to the ocean in specifically third fleet’s AOR (area of responsibility). (the list of reasons I chose southeast Russia to be the enemy location in my fic is soooo unbelievably long.) the navy would have a carrier strike group in the region for some time before. then it would make the most expeditious sense for the aircrews (mav, rooster et al) to be flown in from SoCal to somewhere closer, like a navy/air force base in Japan or South Korea, before they get transferred either by land (walk onto the carrier) or by air (chopper pick-up). given the time constraints of the mission I’m going with chopper. Carriers are fast… like really fast by boat standards… but not “travel across the Pacific Ocean in a day” fast. and not “waste time for a port call pick-up” fast.

also (random piece of nautical knowledge I know for some reason) there are some (possibly non-military) reasons why you’d do a personnel transfer by sea. take cruise ships for instance. When they pull into a port, there’s a whole guy whose job it is to take over for the captain to steer the boat into the port they presumably know very well. so this is actually how local cruise ship pilots get onto cruise ships. disney cruises included.

sketchy as fuck. I’m not sure if there’s a similar concept for aircraft carriers when they pull into unfamiliar ports… but I wouldn’t be surprised. however that’s for the captain of the boat. I would be shocked if high-ranking managerial officers ever needed to embark & disembark like this. but i just think it’s kind of funny.

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I believe that Frilled Jellyfish Cookie and White Pearl Cookie is unrequited feelings yuri. The one with the unrequited feelings being Frilled Jelly. It feels like out of all the gem mermaids, Frilled Jellyfish cares about White Pearl the most. If she had her memories, i’m sure she would have insisted on finding a way to talk to Black Pearl despite the dangers. Not only that, but her extra dialogue (for when you unlock her as a playable character and she’s able to wander around your kingdom/you’re able to view her stats, etc.) White Pearl Cookie often. (I think crimson only mentions her specifically like ONCE lmaoo) Ik using this as evidence for lore might be not the best but it must hold some weight considering devsis will drop information like Butter Roll Cookie being a student of the darkness school place thing in the form of an interaction with Espresso Cookie. Which they wouldn’t add for no reason. Anyways examples of Frilled Jellyfish Cookie mentioning White Pearl that are relevant here are; (important stuff is in italics, with notes sprinkled in)

“My job is to keep White Pearl Cookie beautiful as always.” (She thinks shes pretty 😭)

“I’ll never forget the day I met White Pearl Cookie!” (She says this like it was the best day of her life and yk what good for her honestly she needs a win)

“Almighty Sea is behind all fateful encounters!” 

“The Sea guided me to my lady. T’was Fate!” (this and the two previous lines of dialogue mentioned HAVE to be connected in some way im sorry yall)

“Doesn’t the rippling moonlight remind you of a shiny pearl?” (I feel like this could be connected to Seamoon in a way. With Frilled Jellyfish taking the role of Moonlight Cookie, someone White Pearl yearns for even though she’s ‘gone’ [gone as in dead but not really] and can’t reach her iff that makes sense)

“Dear jellyfish, do you got any stories for White Pearl Cookie?” (Goes out of her way to make White Pearl Cookie happy)

“White Pearl Cookie is who I serve!” (the way this line is delivered makes her sound so proud of this fact)

“White Pearl Cookie is the most lovely gem mermaid there is!” (GUYS COME ON???? THERES NO WAY SHE ISNTINLOVEAUFIGUSHGS IUOH)

Anyways, as shown, Frilled Jellyfish cookie talks about White Pearl a lot. Moreso than Sea Fairy Cookie references Moonlight Cookie which is saying something considering what she does in A Mermaid’s Tale LMAO. Another example of Frilled Jellyfish Cookie showing how much she cares about White Pearl is being on her deathbed and deciding to tell White Pearl how happy she made her (I liked the life of following the currents aimlessly, but only having met you down here made me truly happy.”) and comforts her as she nearly dies. Also there’s “Soon i’ll get back up as if nothing happened. To be with you.” like???? Cmon ya’ll. Then, post near-death, even after losing her memories, forgetting her name. There’s still a small part of her that somewhat remembers White Pearl, or at the very least recalls that there’s someone important she’s missing. 

So yeah, Frilled Jellyfish Cookie is in love with White Pearl Cookie. No cap.

As for White Pearl? I think she doesn’t have any feelings for Frilled Jellyfish Cookie beyond platonic at the moment. But if she were to hypothetically, get a redemption arc then maybe, just maybe. She’d begin to fall for the jelly. If Black Pearl and Frilled Jellyfish cookie reunited then it’d be an arc of Black Pearl learning to be vulnerable, accept love, and push past her probable trust issues and love again. Also get over yk, losing her pearl. With Frilled Jellyfish cookie, having accidentally stumbled upon her (still without her memories, though she may have recovered some because of the gem mermaids.), and slowly recovering her full memory while falling in love with the Lady of the Black Sea all over again. They both fall for eachother basically and it’s great and omfg i need to write a FIC.

As a bonus, here’s some headcanons.

WP and FJ would swim through the sea currents together for fun. Very relaxing.

FJ is older than WP by like a year I think. To me they both seem to be in a similar age range but FJ seems slightly more mature. Though not on the same level as Crimson Coral who’s probably in her 30-40’s(?) she seems old.

If my redemption arc idea happens it’d be FJ who’d find Black Pearls’ pearl somehow and then try to return it to her <3 it’s like a proposal.

I think WP would have taken FJ to the surface once or twice, though FJ was too hesitant to stay for too long. Even if she loves her lady.

The two will go out together and WP will listen to FJ tell her stories, the two have a secret designated spot for it that nobody knows about.

I have more but like. This post is long enough. 

This is my ramble!!! Sorry for this CRK Tumblr i couldn’t resist. Oh yeah their shipname is Pearljelly and I love them. 

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I see a lot of girl!dad and boy!dad schlatt HCs out and I absolutely love them to bits and pieces!

But what about queer-kid!dad schlatt HCs? Like I see some brief of mentions of the kids being gay and schlatt being supportive of that but not really much else.

Like what if his son is into girly things like barbie, makeup, dresses, and is a little bit more sensitive than your average manly man. He’d ofc be sad that his son isn’t interested in baseball or most/any of his machine stuff, but ultimately he just wants his son to be happy and if that means being somewhat of a girl!dad to his son then so be it!

And he’d do the same thing with his tomboy daughter, but he’d be pretty excited if his daughter’s into baseball and/or his machine stuff.

And if his comes out as queer, I feel he will be incredibly supportive… like to that point of it being embarrassing.

His kid brings home his same-sex or gender nonconforming partner? Be sure that he WILL bring out the gun and do vague threats towards the ‘lucky’ kid. Especially if they’re a guy or a masc leaning kid.

Heartbreak? He will be there for every one, wiping away every tear that pours down his baby’s face. Even if his son’s traditionally masc, he’d still do it because he’s doesn’t want his son to bottle up his feelings like he did when he was younger.

If his kids is somewhere in the aroace kingdom? He’d be supportive of that too, I’d feel that if his kid’s on the more extreme end of the aroace spectrum… he’d be more relieved then anything because that’s one less thing that he’d have to worry about.

Kid’s now somewhere under the trans umbrella? You bet you’re bottom butts that he’s gonna get ANYTHING that his precious angel needs! Wardrobe changes? They’re stocking up on all of the kid’s preferred clothing like it’s the fucking apocalypse! Pronouns changes? Will contently correct oneself until he gets it right! Puberty blockers? Gotcha covered! Hrts? Already on it’s way! Top surgeries? Bottom surgeries? Any other gender-affirming surgeries? It’s scheduled as soon as they turned the legal to do so and as soon as the kid shows interest in surgeries! Not interested in any surgeries or hormones? Still will love his baby no matter what they do.

And if there’s bigotry or bigots out there? He will fight everyone of bigots tooth and nail if it means his kid will be happy (even if it means getting the gun out).

And god forbid his kid, HIS FLESH AND BLOOD!!! Is ever HATE-CRIMED!!! He will rain the fury of a thousand suns upon those idiots who decide to hate-crime HIS BABY!!! If he knew the identities of those unfortunate people… let’s just say he wouldn’t be so civil with those ‘people’…. and they’d probably end up dead in a ditch somewhere.

ya…

Anyways! I said my piece here, so feel free to add anything but I think I’ve went over the most important things. -🍓🫐anon

hey there! wow, this is amazing. so nuanced and i so agree! he'd love his kid no matter what. i loved reading this it was super sweet and captures schlatt's essence so very well. well done nonie <3

i'm not queer (i'm a cishet ally) so i'm not really sure if it's my place to continue on this or speak on queer kids' experiences, but i def want to boost queer voices regarding this topic (or anything related to it too ofc). if any LGBTQ+ writers want to continue this, hit my line! tag me in anything or send me an ask and i can read & boost it <3

but i do wanna add a bit to the girly things son and tomboyish daughter part bc that was my brother and i's experience: we kinda had a mix of everything lmao, i was a bit of a tomboy and he was more sensitive and not rly a "manly man" (gender roles who)

his daughter being super into old video games from his childhood and loving the consoles. schlatt being OVERJOYED and playing with her. she gets better at the game than he does lmfao (i'm just imagining mario kart wii idk why)

if she's more crafty with fixing up cars/machines/etc he'd love to help her out. buys her parts she needs and when she's done he's showing it off to everyone

and like i said before, schlatt 100% would go to all of his daughter's games if she was on a sports team ofc

and if his son wanted to get dolls or other girly toys he'd get it for him in an instant and even play with him!!! (my brother would always play dolls w/ me hehe)

also you teaching him how to do makeup (if u know how ofc) if he wants to learn <33

you and your son doing makeup on schlatt and him looking AMAZING. he's SO proud that his son made him look so good :D

lowkey though gender roles don't exist in this household, as long as the kid is happy then schlatt's happy <3

[not-alien-girl-v]

hey guys

here’s how i imagine the characters in my new girl au

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Matty

ok so matty is like 22-23ish in the story but i picture him like this in my head with the 2014 long curly mohawk that is like the aftermath of the icky 2013 shorter straightened mohawk that i hope never comes back

George

so for george i imagine him pre hair bleach when he still had his hair brown slightly curly but with a little bit of his 2014 bleached mohawk style to it just less fried lol and he definitely had most of his tattoos he had in 2014 because it’s essential to the character ok i love him sm anyways

Ross

sorry ross girlies but he’s very much 2014 ross in this NOT with the shaved head but also not with the hot long hair he has now and he has a few tattoos but not a lot not as much as george i imagine him being pretty simple with the way he dresses in this story not too cool like george or messy like matty he’s just a simple black t shirt and jeans kind of guy and that’s ok we still love him

Violet

ok so violet is ME but i don’t want to post pics of myself and force you all to imagine me into your book so here’s a little description of the character violet in this: pasty white girl bleached blond hair with brown roots growing in, septum and nose pierced and a lot of ear piercings like lobes and going all the way up the helix. she doesn’t have a lot of tattoos because of modeling and stuff like she can take out all her piercings if needed but in this made up world she has a few tattoos and a lot of piercings and she can still do her job <3

Reader

reader is supposed to be YOU but if you don’t like that then that’s fine, leave it up to the imagination how y/n looks but she has a very cute simply and cozy sense of style like i’m picturing cardigans, colored tights, and silly hair clips but aside from that, take your own creative liberties on how y/n looks

Adam

adam isn’t even in this story YET he will be soon i swear i wouldn’t leave him out like that ok also i can’t add any more images to this post but i imagine adam in his 2014 era like he’s pretty simple i’m seeing a lot of white tank tops like i feel like that’s kind of his thing white tank tops and leather jackets ok i swear he’ll show up eventually k bye love you all

[insomniac4000]

A pot of Gold Part 1- ChrisMD

I'm posting the first couple of chapters here but please see my Wattpad for all the chapters when they're posted

Mae Murray was a Youtuber who grew up with another Youtuber Ethan Payne. They were close as kids going to the same Primary school, grew apart a little as teenagers but when they discovered they were both trying to do Youtube they struck up a friendship again. Life had been tumultuous for both,  there was Ethan with his weight and his mental health. It was Mae who went out in the early hours searching for him with Tobi, she sat with him for hours calming him down and got him help. In more recent times it was Mae who needed help, she had been with her boyfriend Jack since they were seventeen as they had met in sixth form college. They got engaged at the beginning of 2022 and soon after found out they were going to have a baby. Ethan was also incredibly happy that his kid would also have a play mate but sadly it wasn’t to be. Tragedy struck when in August of that year Mae went into labour four months early, despite best efforts the baby who they named Aria was not strong enough to survive. To add insult to injury further complications from the birth have made conceiving another child difficult. Mae went into herself and was utterly depressed, when she found messages from other women on Jack’s phone she fell off the deep end and ended up needing psychiatric intervention. She spent the rest of 2022 and a couple of months of early 2023 working on herself and getting herself and her life back together, returning to Youtube in March 2023 and releasing well received content since but she still had struggles but managed them for the most part, she was working hard and started to date again while she was contented she wouldn’t say she was completely happy.

Mae had struck up good relationships with all of the Sidemen as well as other Youtubers, when she first returned to the platform everyone rallied around her and welcomed her into their videos as a sign of support. Jack was also a Youtuber but it was obvious where the majority of people’s loyalties were. She was now awaiting her latest appearance which was on The Fellas Podcast to promote her newest venture, a BB3 documentary on child loss and mental health.

She discussed the show and to a point her own story with grace and decorum but when the topic of conversation moved to her Youtube channel she managed to crack jokes like no serious conversation had just taken place, it was a wonder to watch her suddenly relax and smile. 

“Honestly it was the weirdest shoot of my life, I look to my left and there’s a fucking bollock naked Harry,” Mae says placing a hand on each side of her face as she talked about the latest sideman shoot she was out. Freezy and Chip couldn’t hide their laughter as Mae continued.

“I know many women would die to be in that position but honestly not something I needed to see.”

The interview ended and to her surprise there was a lot of clapping when they had wrapped up, it was more noise then Cal, Chip and the producer could make. She looked around to see she had now amassed an audience, people were really keen to hear what she had to say not in a nosey but in a supportive way and as the fellas podcast was recorded in an office which was shared by a lot of other Youtubers so she had a lot of support in the room.

“I didn’t know I had an entourage,” Mae commented slightly embarrassed by the fan fare.

“We’re just proud of you,” Simon commented as he embraced the small woman.

“I appreciate it, but you’ve all got to stop pandering to me sometime, otherwise my head won’t fit through the door.”

“It’ll almost be as big as George’s,” Chris replied pointing to his housemate next to him who gave a ‘hey!’ Mae giggled and hugged the boys each in turn as she made her way down the line.

“How are you feeling? I think I need a break after hearing it, it was a lot of stuff” Cal asked Mae once everything had calmed down.

“I’m okay, some days are better than others when I’m okay I’m happy to talk,” Mae admitted with a small smile. She then felt an arm sneak around her waist and looked to her right to see Chris.

“Some of the boys and I are going to grab some lunch at Nando’s if you fancy it?” He asked, Theo and Harry looked on, they had a suspicion Chris was harbouring a small crush, he had pretty much told them so but Chris wasn’t the kind of person to jump on someone when they were vulnerable so he pushed it out of the back of his mind. Now Mae had expressed an interest in getting back out there; they were surprised he had yet to make a move however.

“Sounds good, talking makes me really hungry,” Mae replied with a small laugh as she looked at Chris, she had to admit she was really loving his new hair and his beard, it made him look older but in a good way. When the first met she assumed he was younger then he was but he had a boyish charm about his looks but he had now grown into a very attractive man.

Overall it was Mae, Chris, Harry, Theo, George and Arthur who went for lunch, they all squeezed themselves into a booth as it was surprisingly busy for a Wednesday afternoon. Mae was inbetween Harry and George Chris was sitting opposite her, the group deciding that the two smallest people should go in the middle.

“All I’m saying is I’ve got more cake than Arthur so I don’t see why I’m in the middle,” Chris complained.

“Shouldn’t be such a fat bastard then,” Theo replied causing the table to laugh.

“Speak for yourself!” Chris retorted as he sat in the seat grumpily. Mae was typing her order in Harry’s phone as he was closest to the counter, as she handed it to George the brunette looked down as he felt a breeze from Mae swinging her legs slightly. 

“Do your legs not touch the floor?” he asked with a smirk.

“Shut up,” Mae snapped as she looked down at them only to see a pair of white shoes opposite her just hovering above the brown floor.

“Do your feet not touch the floor either?” Mae said to Chris causing everyone to look in that direction.

“Oh for fucks sake,” Chris exclaimed banging his head on the table.

“Does your height bother you?” Mae asked now feeling quite guilty in case she had upset Chris. After the break up with Shannon Chris could get a little crabby, he confided in Mae that his depression and anxiety got the better of him a little but he was doing better now. Mae really appreciated Chris being honest with her about his own struggles in a you’re not the only one going through things so don’t be embarrassed way.

“Not usually, I filmed a video yesterday, like a vs 100 models thing and after hearing “you’re short” from about half the women it grates on you a little,” he admitted sounding a little deflated.

“Well if it helps from a pixie to a hobbit height doesn’t bother me,” Mae said in an attempt to cheer Chris up but she did also mean it, Chris was an attractive guy and his height didn’t bother her in the slightest.

“Thanks.” His eyes brightened up slightly as he sat up, Harry gave Theo a knowing look while handing the blonde his phone for his own order.

The group ordered and ate, ice was thrown at one point and some even landed in Mae’s bra which caused a scream and of course that attracted attention to them. Some fans came over and asked for photos causing everyone to squeeze in more in order to get into the photo. There was one photo in particular where it was a group of three needing to all squeeze in so everyone had to get up close. George had an arm around Mae’s shoulders and from the angle it looked like his hand was on her knee but in reality it was simply laying in the very small space between them. The pair could laugh it off, Mae having had far worse rumours and truths out there especially after the year or so she had, and George being perpetually single being linked to a woman could become a big source of humour for him and his content. It was only a rumour.

[thezombieprostitute]

Alphas & Algorithms - Part 4 - Bets & warnings

A/N: Continued from Part 3. Reader is female and is described as "tall". No other descriptors.

Warnings: It is a Dystopian AU. Food scarcity, hunger, mentions of families being separated. Please let me know if I missed any!

--Part 1-- --Part 5--

--Series Masterlist--

“He’s not interested in me,” Y/N tells Jake as they cuddle up on her couch. “He’s going to come back for our next date and tell me he’s not interested. I know it.”

“You don’t know that,”Jake reassures. “He could just need some time to think. You said yourself that he talked about feeling like a fish out of water more than once.”

“I’m telling you, he’s not interested. I don’t have the highest accuracy of predictions for nothing.” Y/N sighs and pushes to prop herself up. “Maybe the other Omegas are right. Maybe I’m just too boring. Too plain vanilla.”

Jake squeezes Y/N tightly, not letting her escape, “I keep telling you not to listen to them. They’re jealous idiots who just don’t appreciate the kindness and gentleness your scent embodies. Their scents clash with everything around them but vanilla goes with everything. And that’s how you’re able to pick up on stuff they can’t. Your scent works with the people you question, letting them relax more around you, which gets you an even better idea of their true scent. Your empathy is not a weakness, no matter what those assholes say.”

“I know how the mechanics of it work, Jake.” Y/N tries to pull away to pout but he holds her close. “And I know it helps others to be accurate with scents. But…it’s…It gets painfully lonely to be pushed away by others of “your kind”. I love having you as a friend, Jake, but with you as my only friend, it’s a lot of pressure on you. I know you’re stressed out, but still smiling at me. I appreciate the effort but you shouldn’t be the only one supporting me.”

“And when you get your Alpha, I won’t be.” Y/N gives Jake an incredulous look as he continues. “Seriously, you doubt but I’m certain Curtis will be back and, as he learns more about you, he’ll fall desperately, madly in love with you and you’ll have both your Emotional Support Beta and your Alpha Mate!”

“I do appreciate the optimism, Jake but it just isn’t going to happen. At least not with Curtis. Maybe that other Alpha will work out better. So long as I don’t have to do any more of those scent tests.”

“I’ll make you a deal. If Curtis turns you down, I’ll cook up that 5-cheese mac-n-cheese you love so much. If he ends up agreeing to be your mate, you gotta bake me up that death-by-chocolate cake that almost put me into a diabetic coma.”

Y/N chuckles and decides to up the ante. “Add barbecue chicken strips to that mac-n-cheese meal and I’ll add homemade chocolate whipped cream to the cake.”

“Deal!”

It’d been a couple days since the date and the benefits of the full stomach and foot massage had already faded. Curtis felt the pain in his stomach again and every step was pain yet again. Y/N’s cookies were already gone, courtesy of the pups, but he couldn’t blame them. They generally couldn’t afford such calorie dense, sweet foods. He did hope that Y/N’s promise of more ration packs for his nutritional needs would hold true, though it was way too soon to tell. Hopefully his refutation of her courting wouldn’t affect her promise. 

After only a few hours of work Curtis caught a whiff of someone. Curry. Warm, strong beer. Hobie. “What do you want, Hobie? I’m working.”

“From what I heard, you’ve been gettin’ it on with a Pet.” Hobie stepped into Curtis’s view. 

“I’ll be seeing her again tomorrow and telling her I’m not interested. She gave me the out, I’m taking it.”

“Ya don’ wanna do that,” Hobie whispers. “I got it on good authority, you’re gonna wanna take her up on the offer.”

Curtis stops what he’s doing so he can turn to Hobie. He sees the man is dead serious. “What do you mean?”

Without speaking, Hobie hands Curtis a small pouch with some fabric inside. Eyes not leaving Hobie, Curtis opens it and gets the scent. Stevie! His brother’s scent, and fresh! 

Hobie sees the recognition on Curtis’s face, “that’s right, bruv is alive. Been ‘elping us out against The Man.”

“And what’s that got to do with me? I can’t rescue him. Probably can’t see him even if I do accept the offer.”

“We got ya covered there,” Hobie grins. “Stevie’s been ‘olding off the next phase of our plan. Wants to make sure ‘is Pack is protected first. That’s where you come in. Stevie made sure to get your scent added to ev’ry Pet’s list of potential mates, waitin’ for one to choose you. You wanna protect your Pack? Keep ‘em outta harm’s way from The Man and The Revolution? You agree to the Pet’s terms.”

Curtis stared at the fabric for a bit, cementing the scent in his mind. When he looked back up, Hobie was gone. How he had the ability to both draw attention and go invisible was Curtis would never understand. When he saw the security drone coming towards him, he hid the fabric in his pocket and went back to work. He was going to have to have another Pack meeting before tomorrow and he was not looking forward to it.

After the pups had gone to bed for the night, Curtis sat down with Andrew and Tanya. He handed them the pouch without saying anything and watched the recognition grow in their faces as they caught the scent. 

“Oh. Oh no,” Tanya whispered as she looked at Curtis. “You’re going to leave us, aren’t you?”

“Not until I get more evidence of Hobie’s claims,” Curtis whispered. “It’s one thing to know he’s alive, it’s another to know…” He cuts himself off. The less information his Pack has about the revolution’s plans (hypothetical or otherwise) the better.

Andrew looks at Curtis, “he’s your brother. Pack by blood. You know we’ll respect that.”

Curtis nods. It’s an uneasy night of sleep for all of them.

--Part 5--

Tagging @every-username-is-taken-damnit, per request.

[oda-cipresi]

Hello, I saw your post about taking hobbit requests and I was wondering if you would mind writing something from the perspective of a dragon?

I love dragons and there aren't really a whole lot of things to read with one as the protagonist.

So maybe just something about a dragon helping the company on their quest?

It may be a little cliche but I also like the reincarnation trope so do with that what you will, incase you want to write something about this c:

Omg, first request! Thank you so much :D I love this and I have a few ideas in mind.

(quick disclaimer that English is not my first language. If you spot any mistakes, typos, etc... please let me know)

This is really poorly written and towards the end I started running out of ideas but I do hope you like it :) Any criticism/tips are well appreciated!!

The Company of Thorin Oakenshield with a dragon companion:

Okay, so starting with the fact that the dwarves do not like dragons, it would be doubtful that they would want/allow one on the team, and if they did, it was probably due to Gandalf convincing them, especially Thorin, that the dragon could be useful.

While travelling, they would all be very cautious around it, although I think the amount of cautiousness would also depend on the size of the dragon. They wouldn't be as wary and scared with a smaller dragon as they would with a large one/fully grown one.

Once they eventually warm up to the dragon, they will treat it like an overgrown dog. Thorin would be the last one to warm up, that is *if* he warms up.

Listen, while I know this is the furthest thing from what Thorin would do, I can’t get the idea of him being the ‘’I'm not a cat (dragon) person, I don't like them’’ but then becoming best friends with that very same cat (dragon). However, for that to happen, the dragon would truly have to prove itself to him.

Once they reclaim Erebor (and everyone survives), Thorin would probably have a special room that has an easy exit for the dragon.

The first to take a liking to the dragon would probably be Bilbo, following Gandalf’s judgement.

Fili and Kili would try to stay strong and not give in to the curiosity and amazement of such a creature being peaceful with them, trying to be like their dear uncle. They crack soon enough and start playing with it.

I feel like Balin would also be quite quick to warm up to the dragon once he notices that it poses no threat to the company.

Moving on to travelling with the dragon

They could ride it, yes, but then again, it would depend on the size.

I feel like they won’t use it to fly over to the lonely mountain as they do know it would bring more harm than good

They would still use it to carry their stuff tho.

Sneaking the dragon around in the woods was easier, but once they got to Lake Town there was quite a problem.

I doubt they’d bring it to the actual town, but maybe they’d send it off to come to the mountain from the other side.

The dragon would still need to use the main gate (front gate??). Again, it would depend on the size, in my mind, the dragon is about the same size as Smaug or maybe a bit bigger.

Now when it comes to the fight with Smaug, the company’s dragon would most likely have a dilemma

On one hand, it wouldn’t want to fight its kin, but then again, the dwarves did trust it for so long.

The dragon would probably fight with Smaug, but the people of Lake Town would be set on killing off both

I don’t have that many ideas as to what would happen between the company’s dragon and Smaug, nor do I have ideas for what would happen during the battle of five armies.

I do believe that if the dragon survived the fight with Smaug and Lake Town it would stay with the dwarves until the very end

Other than that, I can't think of anything else, but I might add a few if I remember anything new