#i updated you as promised 😉💗

[blorboo]

Idk who this will reach but to everyone who's ever read "Order's Up" by @DeerandWalnuts on A03 (aka the lovely @curry-and-gunpowder on tumblr) I went ahead and ordered ✨le drink✨

by that I mean Dazai's infamous "One coffee with lots of milk, decaf, double sugar, cooled down but no ice" that he orders in the fic.

SHSHSHS overall experience: 9/10!

mainly cause a.) i punched my social anxiety by doing this 🤭 and b.) the drink actually didn't taste that bad! (i love sweets and milk though so.. 🤷

yipee~ [disclaimers in the tag btw]

**** for those who don't know

the fic is quick one shot about dazai's strange coffee orders told from the perspective of the cafe waitress (who actually has a personality btw!). it's inspired by chapter 1 of the Dark Era LN, where Dazai asks hirotsu for a drink.

If you haven't read the fic yet, i suggest you do! It's only 1 chapter, a very quick and EASY read, it's light hearted and the writing is engaging. <3 link is here:

[lemotmo]

You certainly don't have to post this but I thought the answer was actually pretty good advice 😊

Q. Hello, I haven't been around the 911 fandom long but I think I may have gotten my hopes up about Tommy. It's increasingly clear that Oliver and Lou do not get on and I think I listened to wrong blogs and allowed myself to have expectations that don't appear to be likely. You do seem to understand the show pretty well so in your honest opinion do you think Tommy is sticking around?

A. Hello, anon. I wasn't going to answer this because I promised I wasn't going to post this kind of stuff anymore but I felt like you deserved an honest response. No, I don't believe he is sticking around. I do think we can safely assume that Oliver and Lou are not friendly with one another, but that's part of adulthood. We don't always get along with our coworkers. That's not the reason he's not sticking around though. What I would advise you to do is go back and listen to Oliver's interviews from last season. You can also read Lou's interviews that came out immediately following episode 4, those were show sanctioned interviews so the content would have been approved, unlike his cameo content. They all describe the relationship the same way. A temporary, introductory relationship. It was never billed or promoted, by Oliver or the show, as anything else. Oliver's lead is the one everyone should have been following. I know the consensus seems to be that Oliver doesn't interact with or engage in any B/T content because he doesn't like all the nastiness that surrounds everything now, and doesn't ship the relationship himself. While I think those things are true I think another part of it is that Oliver didn't want to give people false hope. He has spoken on this before in relation to Buddie content. He doesn't want to come across as encouraging something he can't promise. And in this case everyone said was temporary. There is no need for him to engage with the ship. I think he saw certain people were becoming attached and he didn't want to encourage them because he knows it's not going to be anything. I don't mean that in any kind of mean way, anon. But the reality is a certain group of shippers got carried away with something completely separate from what Oliver and the show were saying and they allowed that thing to frame their viewpoint of everything else. Pay attention to Oliver, anon. He is the one who will be honest with you. His silence pretty much tells you all you need to know. I'm sure that's not the answer you were hoping for but it's my honest opinion. Take care of yourself. 💗

Thank you Nonny! I will post this, because this post doesn't have anything to do with the fandom itself.

This is a post about the two actors, Tommy as a character and whether or not he'll stick around in season 8. I'm perfectly fine with topics like this.

This also ties in nicely with a post I made earlier today where an anon asked me a question about the BT pairing and whether or not it had a chance to be endgame.

A lot of the points Ali makes here are the same points I made in that post. The only difference is that she does it so much more eloquently.😉 If anyone is interested in that post, you can find it here.

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Remember, no hate in comments, reblogs or inboxes. Let's keep it civil and respectful. Thank you.

If you are interested in more of Ali’s posts, you can find all of her posts so far under the tag: anonymous blog I love.

[dlea203]

5 years - Hannix AU

A/N: Hello☺️! Seems like I'm getting a little better at updating at least a little more frequently, but don't hold me to a specific pace, please😅! Inspiration has been flowing these past few days and I'm pretty happy with how this chapter turned out. I hope you like it too😌. As always, comments/reblogs/likes/ideas are greatly appreciated and very welcome🥰!

ALSO: Thank you to all of you who have continuously interacted with this story🥰! You guys are the best!!!

Taglist: @carsgeek24 (as requested, my love😉💗) @sweetwhispersofchaos

Warnings: angst, fluff (I'm trying to put as much fluff into the chapters as possible to make up for the angst, I hope it's still bearable😬)

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Chapter Seven

September 16th, 4 years ago…

He wished he had a camera with him. To capture the magnificent sight currently presented to him. The gold and orange rays of sunshine were slowly crawling up the rocks, spreading their warmth as far as possible. From the rocks they jumped onto the walls of the houses in the village. You could feel them warming up the clay if you put your hands flat on the walls. And with that, as if the sunlight acted as its energizer, the village slowly came to life. 

The men and elder boys left the houses, farming equipment in hand. Yes, farming equipment. Although this region of Afghanistan was rather sandy and consisted mostly of never-ending deserts, the “high lands” around the rocks had quite some fertile soil. That’s why most of the villages were built there. There weren’t thousands of acres of fertile soil, but it was enough to supply the whole village. Sure, rain wasn’t too common around here, but the Afghan people, as Jake had come to learn over the past year, were pretty creative when it came to providing the village with sufficient supplies. 

The women said goodbye to them, sometimes even with small kisses on the forehead or cheeks. And, most importantly, never without the promise of being home for lunch. 

Jake sat on the steps in front of their house and faced the rising sun, his arms braced on top of his knees. He just watched, as practically every morning. But this morning was different. Not because something was out of order, but rather because today was a special date. And the reason why he wished he had a camera to capture this view. Today was Lynn’s birthday. Her first birthday.

And he wasn’t home.

If he had a camera, he could snap a pic and put it into a frame to gift his daughter. Although she would still be too small to comprehend the meaning behind his gift, he wished so desperately to be able to do it, nonetheless. Because this view was a metaphor for what he felt when Lynn came into this world. His whole damn world lit up when his princess made her grand entrance. Lynn, together with Nat of course, was his sun. His girls were the reason he kept fighting when his jet fell from the sky. He knew, should he give up, there would just be darkness on the other end of the tunnel. But his girls, back at home, they were the light. And just as beautiful as this sunrise here.

“Hey Jake!”

He didn’t even need to turn around to know who just called his name.

“What is it, Zahra?”

“Ma looks for you. Breakfast is ready.”

The sixteen-year-old girl plopped down onto the steps next to him, smiling brightly at him from the side. Jake smiled back, offering her a fist-bump. She bumped her fist against his, furrowing her brows.

“I still don’t understand why you do that. It’s… what’s the word again? It’s not silly, but…”

“Weird?”, he offered, smirking.

“Yes! Weird, that’s it.”

Jake laughed, shaking his head, and proudly listened to Zahra rattle off numerous reasons why the fist-bump-thing was weird and how many other not-weird-ways-to-greet-each-other there were. Why proudly? Back when the people of this village helped him out of his misery, at least to the best of their abilities, Jake felt this need to give something back for their help. At first, they refused, but then he had an idea. Jake offered to teach the kids, and later the grown-ups, basic English. Isaad presented his idea to the people of the village, explaining how beneficial it would be if the kids understood and spoke English. Especially if the American troops would find their way into the village. First, the men agreed to let Jake teach only the boys, because they were afraid that the Taliban would find out that the girls were taught too. But then Jake was able to convince them of letting him teach both girls and boys. And Zahra was an eager student. She practically soaked up the English language like a sponge. After only a few weeks, she was able to form grammatically correct sentences and speak freely about easy topics. Jake was sure he’d rarely been this proud before in his life. Now, after a year of practice, she was able to speak very freely about different topics and rarely made grammatical mistakes. Sometimes the words didn’t come to her right away, but the ones she knew she used correctly. And while he taught the kids English, they taught him their Afghan dialect. Although he wasn’t quite as fast as Zahra, she was a very patient teacher and spent hours on end going over the words and grammar with him. What he quickly did, was understand. He was able to follow dinner or lunch conversations between the family members and he understood what Isaad was translating when he spoke with someone of the village. Speaking was a different topic. But it came too, with time. The one thing he’d never forget was her reaction when he spoke his first Afghan sentence without a mistake. She’d jumped up from her spot at the kitchen table, squealing like she wanted the walls to burst and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. Jake had felt a rush of pure happiness speed through his veins. A very emotional moment that he’d treasure for the rest of his life.

“Hello? Are you still there?”, Zahra interrupted his train of thoughts.

“Sorry. What did you say?”

Zahra narrowed her eyes, mused at him, before her gaze fell on his right fist that was tightly clasping something. She reached for his hand, gently untangled his fingers, and took a piece of paper out of his hand. A photo. Zahra smiled at him knowingly and a little sad, mirroring his expression.

“You miss her, yeah?”

“Every day, yes.”

Zahra carefully brushed her index finger over the photo.

“What was her name again? Something with an “N”, right?”

“Natasha”, Jake answered absentmindedly, staring at the orange ball that was the sun.

“Right… Natasha. Beautiful name for a beautiful woman.”

“She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met”, Jake agreed, smiling dreamily for a short second before the longing feeling took over again and squeezed his heart tightly inside his chest.

“You never talk about her. Why?”

Jake sighed, dropping his gaze onto the sandy road, mentally steeling himself for this conversation.

“Because it hurts when I talk about her. Or when I think too much about her. I miss her so much, and there’s no chance I get to see her anytime soon. So, I’m trying not to think about her too much or else I’ll go crazy.”

Zahra nodded, understanding. Her gaze rested on the picture of Natasha. Jake’s gaze joined her. It was a picture he’d taken last summer at the beach in San Diego. It’d been a pretty hot day and since Natasha had been 7 months pregnant at the time, they’d had no choice but to go out and spend a few hours at the beach. He’d taken many pictures over the course of the afternoon, but this one was without a doubt his favorite. She was sitting on her knees, her left profile facing him. Her right hand was hugging her baby belly, her left hand braced on her lower back. She was looking down at her belly with the biggest smile on her face. Her hair was up in a cute and kinda messy bun with a few stray locks that framed her face. The lighting made her look like a vision. That photo was one of those once-in-a-lifetime-shots, which was the reason why Jake used to keep it in the chest pocket of his flight suit. Now, he kept it within the tunic he wore. Where it was always safe and with him, just like his girls who were always in his heart. The other picture of them he kept with him in the jet must have burned in the flames…

“And the baby?”

Zahra was, as Jake had come to learn over the past year, a very curious girl and loved to cut straight to the point. He chuckled sadly.

“It’s a girl. She was born on this day last year. Her name is Lynn”, Jake answered, doing his very best to keep the tears at bay.

“You were there when she was born?”

“Yes. It was a long night”, he laughed, gently shaking his head at the memory.

“How long?”

“Almost 20 hours of labor… but Nat was an absolute champ. She did fantastic. We were both a little panicked at first when her water broke on the kitchen floor, but then we looked at each other and we knew – okay, we’re doing this now.”

Zahra chuckled, nodding her head, and focusing back on the picture.

“Then your daughter is one year old today?”

“Yeah, my princess is growing up fast. And I’m not even there to witness it…”

He averted his gaze, looking back at the rising sun. Zahra carefully placed her hand on his arm, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“You will see her again one day. I’m sure.”

Jake looked at her, smiling thankfully. He didn’t need to say it out loud, Zahra’s eyes told him that she knew. They enjoyed the silence for another couple of seconds, when suddenly their names were called: “Zahra! Jake!”

Amira appeared behind them in the doorway, her hands braced on her hips. She scolded them for not coming inside for breakfast and threatened to put them on dish duty for the rest of the month if they didn’t hurry. Jake and Zahra shared a worried look before laughing heartily and hurrying inside to join the family at breakfast.

*-*

But even if he’d talked about it for a few minutes, the painful thought of home didn’t leave his head for the rest of the day. He was uncharacteristically unfocused, which didn’t go unnoticed.

“Jake, what is going on with you?”, Isaad asked when he joined a few other men for a cup of tea in the late afternoon.

“What? Nothing.”

“Yes, of course. And I’m the American president”, Isaad retorted, earning a few laughs from the rest.

“Come on, what is wrong?”, Jahan pressed, gently shoving Jake, as if to give him the literal push over the edge.

Jake took a sip of his tea to buy himself some time. But he knew very well that he wouldn’t get out of the spotlight this easy. The expectant looks from his friends told him so as well. Sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose, he conceded.

“Today’s the first birthday of my daughter.”

While Isaad, Jahan and two other men sucked in a breath, a few others looked confused and waited for Isaad to translate. When he’d done so, they reacted about the same way. Jahan patted Jake’s shoulder this time, an apologetic smile on his face.

“I’m very sorry”, Isaad whispered.

“Yeah, it’s hard right now, but it’s gonna be fine. Hopefully I can go home soon to be there for her next birthday.”

“What’s her name?”, the man with the name Behnam asked.

“Lynn. L-y-n-n”, Jake spelled, “well, her full name is Lynn Helen Seresin.”

“Beautiful name”, Behnam’s neighbor, Hussain, commented, earning a few nods.

“Thank you. She’s a beautiful girl. One of the few things I did right in my life… besides making my wife marry me, obviously”, Jake laughed.

“What’s the name of your wife?”, Cirus asked, adding a spoon of sugar to his tea.

“Natasha Seresin since she became my wife, but her maiden name is Natasha Trace.”

“Natasha… very beautiful name also. She is a beautiful woman, I think?”, Cirus asked, chuckling.

“She is indeed.”

“Jake has a picture”, Jahan jumped in, motioning for Jake to show it to the others.

He carefully took it out of his tunic and showed it to the round. The men eyed it closely, Hussain even whistled through his teeth. Bahiri, the eldest of the village, took it out of Jake’s hand and held it into the light for a better view. 

“Very beautiful”, he nodded, handing it back to Jake with a smile.

“Thank you.”

Jake had never talked much about his home or his family. In the past year, he’d used most of his time to get to know the families here in the village and work his ass off so as they wouldn’t regret that they helped him. Besides teaching the kids English, he helped the men with basic repair work on the farming equipment or houses. Whatever was needed. On top of that, he helped with farming the fields as often as he could and lent Amira his hands within the household. There wasn’t much time to talk. And the people had been too busy adjusting to the fact that he was living with them now. They barely knew anything about him, and they rarely asked any questions. But of course, now that some time had passed and the topic had come up, they started to ask those questions. Beside talking about his familial life in San Diego, Jake offered a lot of stories from his time in the Navy. He told them how he’d met his wife, how they fell in love, what missions they’d been on together and which he’d done with his squadron. The men listened attentively, occasionally relying on Isaad and his translation skills. But Jake had gotten really good at explaining things in Afghan, so Isaad’s skills were becoming more irrelevant as time progressed. Slowly but surely, Jake was becoming a part of the village. But, although he was so grateful that they helped him and saw him as one of them, he couldn’t wait for the day where he got the chance to go home. Hopefully, that day would come soon…

*-*

Monday morning 6 a.m. came way too soon for Natasha’s liking. When her alarm went off, she huffed out an exasperated breath, hit the snooze button a little harder than usually and closed her eyes once more. A low chuckle greeted her at that, sending her heartbeat through the roof for a second.

“Still not a morning person”, Jake whispered, his devilish smile on full display.

“And I’ll never become one”, she retorted, scrunching up her nose without opening her eyes.

Jake laughed, before scooting closer to her, and wrapping his arm around her waist. He nuzzled his face into her neck and peppered her skin with little kisses, making her smile.

“How’d you survive the academy, flight school and all your deployments as a non-morning-person?”

“Guess I’m a surprise box”, she answered sleepily, pulling his arm tighter around her.

Jake chuckled again, pressing one last kiss to her cheek, before attacking her sides with his hands, tickling her. She immediately shrieked in shock.

“No, Jake! … Stop! … Stop!”

She tried to squirm away from him, but he kept her where she was, still tickling her.

“Jake, please!”

He had mercy on her but pulled her on top of him to kiss her properly. Straddling his hips, she sighed into the kiss, finally opening her eyes to look at him. He brushed a lock of hair behind her right ear, looking at her in wonder. Sometimes he still couldn’t believe that she’d agreed to marry him. And that she had taken him back, even though he’d been away for five years.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”, she asked, searching his eyes.

“I’m not looking at you like that.”

“Yes, you are”, she chuckled, “do I have something on my face?”

“Besides unmatched beauty?”

She rolled her eyes at his cheesiness, shaking her head.

“I’m trying to make earnest conversation here, Jake. So please don’t behave like a child. Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I was just thinking… Over there in Afghanistan, I was wondering if the things I know about you are still true”, he answered hesitantly, tightening his grip on her hips.

Natasha furrowed her brows, cocking her head slightly to the side.

“Why that?”

He shrugged, averting his gaze, but she made him look at her again.

“A lot can change in five years. I thought… that maybe, well… I don’t know.”

“What did you think?”

“No, it’s dumb. Forget it.”

“Jake, what did you think?”

Her gaze was as insistent as her voice, letting him know that he wasn’t getting out of this this easily.

“I thought that… you discovered new things about yourself in the meantime, maybe with a different partner too… that the things you liked or disliked aren’t the same anymore as before Afghanistan.”

She sucked in a breath, spiking his insecurity even more.

“I said it’s dumb. Please forget I ever said that. I-I just… I’m sorry.”

He tried to push her off and climb out of bed to go bury himself somewhere in the backyard, but she didn’t move.

“Jake, I…”, she started, cupping his cheeks, and looking deep into his eyes, “I never had someone else.”

Now it was his turn to suck in a breath. He definitely hadn’t expected that answer. Not because he knew that she hadn’t been happy with him and would’ve jump at the first opportunity to find someone else, but because he knew what an amazing woman she was and how many men would gladly take his place if presented the opportunity. Although he’d always wished she would wait for him when he’d been in Afghanistan, he'd known that he couldn’t ask her to. He would never have. She more than deserved to be happy, and if he wasn’t able to make her happy for whatever reason, he couldn’t trap her in this marriage. He’d half expected to come here and find her with a new man at her side, maybe even already married. 

“You didn’t?!”

She furrowed her brows again before pulling them up.

“I’m sorry, what? Are you mad I didn’t?”

“No! No, of course not, I just – “

He stared at her, disbelieving and slightly dumbfounded, before grabbing her face and smashing his lips on hers. She gasped into his mouth but gladly accepted the kiss.

“You waited for me, baby? All those years?”, he asked in a whispering tone, still disbelievingly.

She smiled at him, tears welling up in her eyes at the hell that were the last five years.

“Oh Jake… I thought you were dead. They told me you died in a crash. I didn’t wait for you, I was grieving – mourning you, like a wife who loved her husband wholeheartedly, does.”

A tear made its way down her cheek, getting caught in the corner of her mouth that was stretched into a sad smile.

“So, tell me – who should have wanted me, hmm? Who should have wanted a grieving woman as their partner?”

He chuckled, gently brushing the wet path of her tear away from her cheek with his thumb.

“Well, let’s see… how about that one neighbor that used to look over his fence whenever you went jogging?”

“Vincent?”, Natasha laughed.

“Mhmm.”

She gently swatted his arm before shaking her head, still laughing.

“You know what? I actually expected him to shoot his shot when it was evident you wouldn’t return. But he never showed up, not even brought any flowers over. I’m not sure how I would’ve reacted if he came over though… probably not very friendly. I think I would’ve told him off. Or I would’ve held Lynn in his face, telling him that that little girl has just lost her father and he comes over to flirt with her mother… I don’t know, I surely wasn’t in a good place back then.”

Jake cupped her cheeks, pressing his forehead against hers.

“I’m sorry, darlin’. I’m sorry for making you go through that”, he whispered, taking a deep breath afterwards.

She shook her head, kissing him.

“No, don’t! Baby, you came back to me! You came back home; to Lynn and me. That is more than I ever could have asked for.”

Natasha brushed her thumb over his cheek, enjoying the feeling of his skin under hers.

“I love you, Jake Seresin. I always have and always will. But I will not let you out of my sight for the foreseeable future, my beloved husband”, she said, chuckling and pointing at him with her finger.

He chuckled too, kissing said pointer finger.

“Don’t worry, Misses Seresin. I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart.”

*-*

Hand in hand, their daughter a few strides in front of them, they strolled up to the kindergarten building. More than a few curious looks from other parents followed them on their way to the front door. Jake’s grip tightened a tiny bit when they entered the foyer and followed Lynn to her place in the wardrobe space. But Natasha smiled at him and as fast as his worries arose, they disappeared again. Jake crouched down in front of Lynn, took her little backpack, and proudly watched her untie her shoes, all the while keeping up the conversation they started before. Natasha stood a little bit aside, watching them, when the kindergarten teacher, Ms. Janine Robinson, walked up to her.

“Misses Seresin, it’s good to see you again! It’s been a while. How are you?”

“I’m very good, thank you. How are you?”

“Good too. It’s gonna be a busy day, but I’m sure you know how it is.”

Ms. Robinson crossed her arms over her chest, setting eyes on Lynn and Jake for the first time. 

“Oh, I see a new face! May I ask who that is?”, she asked carefully, eyeing Jake up and down.

“That’s Jake Seresin; my husband and Lynn’s father.”

Ms. Robinson turned her head sharply, her eyes widening and her mouth just so staying shut.

“Your husband?! But I thought you told me… I mean… didn’t you say that he died?”

“That’s what I thought for the past five years. But apparently, I was wrong, and so was the Navy.”

“Are you sure?”

Natasha raised an eyebrow at that, fixing Miss Robinson with a daring glare.

“I think I’m very well able to recognize my husband and the father of my daughter, but thank you for your concerns, Janine.”

The young teacher immediately averted her gaze for a second, looking down at her shoes in shame.

“I’m sorry, that was inappropriate. It’s just, you know… I’ve seen a couple of movies and reports where someone returned after a long time, but it wasn’t the person that originally left and the families were fooled, because so much time has passed and stuff – “

“I know what you mean, but trust me, he’s the real Jake Seresin.”

Natasha snorted.

“I’ve spent the last five years memorizing every last detail I know about him. I can confirm, without a doubt, that that man is the man I married.”

Ms. Robinson nodded, watching Jake’s interaction with Lynn with great interest.

“And Lynn is taking it well?”

“Yes, why?”

“Oh, you know, I’ve talked to her about her father a few times over the last year… I was surprised how much she knew about him since she never met him consciously. But she told me a lot about him, and that she knows that he’s with the angels.”

Natasha nodded.

“When the Navy told me that he’d died, Lynn was just over two months old. I realized pretty soon that I had to make a decision… either I tell her the truth about her father and who he was from the start, or I lie to her and make up excuses until she’s old enough to know the truth.”

Ms. Robinson nodded understandingly, following Natasha’s explanation attentively.

“I went for the first route, obviously. I wanted her to know who her father was. I wanted her to know where she came from. That she’d been born into a home full of love, into arms who’d be there for her for the rest of her life. And that those weren’t just my arms… Jake loved her from the first moment that he knew of her, just like me. He was so on board, it was frightening”, she chuckled, shaking her head. 

”I sometimes even questioned if the same man that I married still lived with me.”

Janine laughed, not tearing her eyes away from how Lynn dragged her father straight into the main room of the kindergarten to show him where she liked to play.

“She was always supposed to know who he was and what he and I had. On some nights, when she wouldn’t go down without crying for an hour because he wasn’t there, I wondered whether I really made the right choice… whether I caused her more pain by telling her the truth… but then I looked at old pics of our time before Lynn and I saw where she got her green eyes and big smile from, and I just… I just couldn’t lie.”

“I get that”, Ms. Robinson answered, gently touching Natasha’s arm, “I’m glad that it’s going well. How long has he been back?”

“He came home Saturday noon. I had our friends over for one of our monthly gatherings. You can imagine the chaos that followed when he suddenly appeared at the door, looking as if he’d never been gone…”

“Oh, yeah, I can picture that!”, Ms. Robinson laughed, nodding her head.

Natasha chuckled, checking her watch when the bell went off. Ms. Robinson did so too, gasping in surprise.

“Oh, I swear, time is running faster these days! I have to get the kids gathered together… I’m very sorry to leave this conversation hanging in the air, Misses Seresin. Would you excuse me?”

“Sure. Have a good day.”

Natasha watched her run off to the entrance, welcoming the last kids that were brought by their parents. Then, she peaked her head around the corner into the main room, chuckling to herself at the scene presented to her. Lynn was proudly showing Jake all her drawings, going over them with him in an almost analytic way. Natasha walked up to them, weaving her fingers through Lynn’s light curls, that were tied into a ponytail.

“Hi baby. Are you showing daddy all your drawings?”

“Yes, mommy!”

“They’re beautiful, princess. You should make more, you’re talented. Maybe you become a famous painter one day”, Jake said, wiggling his eyebrows.

“You think so?”

“Mhmm.”

“Woah, okay, there’s still a lot of time until then. For now, daddy and I have to say goodbye, sweetheart. We’re gonna pick you up in the afternoon, okay?”

“Can’t you stay?”

“No, and you know why. But you’re a big girl, you’ll be fine. Right?”

Natasha crouched down and adjusted Lynn’s hair tie, cupping her cheek.

“I love you, baby. Give me a kiss, yeah?”

Lynn kissed her on the lips, before throwing her arms around Natasha’s neck and squeezing her tightly.

“Love you too, mommy.”

Then, she turned to Jake and flew into his arms, giggling at him pressing a loud kiss on her cheek.

“I love you so much, princess. Be nice and behave, can you do that for me?”

“Yes, daddy. Love you.”

When Ms. Robinson walked in with the rest of the kids, that was their cue to leave. They walked to the door, looking back once more to watch Lynn take a seat on her chair in the circle, waving at them before engaging in a conversation with the girl sitting next to her.

“She’s such a big girl already”, Jake whispered in awe.

Natasha nodded, taking his hand in hers and looking at him for a second before looking back at Lynn.

“Our little princess.”

*-*

After they left the kindergarten, they drove straight into the city center, heading for the town hall. Although they’d only called this morning, they had managed to get a spontaneous appointment with the civil registrar in order to sort of “reorganize” Jake’s life from a legal point of view. He’d been considered dead for the past five years, not only from a familial and military point of view, but also legally. They needed to set Natasha’s civil status back to “married” and made sure that Jake was still correctly listed as Lynn’s biological and legal father. A lot of paperwork, but the civil registrar was a nice and funny guy, which made the hours fly by quickly.

*-*

“What would you say if I took you out for a lunch date?”, Jake asked, when they left the town hall hand in hand.

“A lunch date?”

“Precisely.”

“I’d say, I’m starving and if you don’t get me food within the next half hour, I will become your worst nightmare.”

Jake laughed, kissing her cheek.

“Lunch date it is.”

Although it’d been a while, he still remembered their favorite restaurant for lunch dates. Stealing glances at each other over the edge of their menus was still a thing, too. To celebrate their reunion, they enjoyed a glass of wine. They did some small talk here and there, nothing too deep. Well, at least until they finished their main courses. The waiter had just picked up their plates and promised to be back with the dessert menu, when Natasha cleared her throat, picking at a breadcrumb.

“I… I don’t want you to feel pressured or anything, but you know that I’ve not been blessed with the ability to be patient. And we won’t have much time to ourselves in the next few days or weeks. I took off work today, but tomorrow I have to go back, and you’ll surely have to report to base within this week to get things sorted out… we’ll have to call your parents, my parents, my brothers – they’ll probably all want to visit us as soon as possible! It’s gonna be a lot of stress–“

“Nat, what is it?”

She sighed, taking a deep breath. Hesitantly, she met his gaze, pursing her lips.

“When will you tell me what happened to you?”

His face fell and he moved slightly back, letting go of her hands on the table. His hands disappeared into his lap and his gaze switched over to the window. Natasha sat up straighter, desperation washing over her face.

“Jake, I – please, I’m sorry. I didn’t want to–“

“I already told you, Nat, I can’t just… I can’t just talk about that on a lunch date. It’s–“

“But you can tell me anything, Jake, I promise!”

“This has nothing to do with you! Nat…”

Jake sighed, squeezing his eyes shut, focusing on his breathing for a moment, before looking at her again.

“It’s not that I can’t tell you. But it’s… it’s so much, and so much of it is ugly and heavy. I don’t want to burden you with it. You’re working almost full-time, there’s Lynn, our friends, our families, the house… You have so much on your plate already, I can’t put this on your shoulders too just like that.”

“Jake, you don’t have to worry about me, I can handle it.”

Jake shook his head, pulled out his wallet and waved the waiter over. Out of politeness, Natasha kept quiet, but inside, she was raging. Her husband knew how much she hated it when he babied her, when he tried to play the macho.

They left the restaurant in a hurry, heading straight for their car in the parking lot. But there, Natasha crossed her arms over her chest, planting her feet and staring him down.

“You know perfectly well what I can handle. So don’t worry about that.”

“Yes, I do worry about that. And yes, I know what you can handle, but this is another caliber–“

“Do not treat me like a child, Jake Seresin! I’m your goddamn wife! We vowed to treat each other as equal partners in this marriage, so live up to that!”

“I’m not treating you like a child! I’m trying to protect you from knowing what I’ve been through, because I want you to be able to sleep at night!”, he shouted, standing mere inches from her and fixing her with a hard glare.

She gasped slightly at that. Seeing naked fear flickering in his eyes made her insides squirming. Jake tried getting his breathing back under control, turning away and rubbing his hands over his face. She stood frozen where she was, processing what just happened. Slowly, he turned back around and walked up to her, cupping her cheeks tenderly. There were tears in his eyes, making her heart drop into her stomach.

“You don’t want to know what I’ve seen, Nat. Trust me, you don’t. I’m just trying to protect you, I swear, that’s all I’m doing”, he whispered, barely keeping his tears at bay.

She grabbed his wrists, pressing her forehead against his.

“I want to help you. Please, Jake, let me help you. Let me help you carry this burden. Please”, she whispered, choking on a sob.

He sighed, deeper than she’d ever heard him sigh. Some of the tears in his eyes escaped, sliding down his cheeks.

“Nat–“

“Please!”

She pulled back slightly and looked deep into his eyes, carefully drying his cheeks with her thumbs. He stared at her, contemplating. He knew she wouldn’t give up and it would only cause more flashbacks for him whenever she brought it up. He knew too, that he needed to talk to someone about it. And who did he trust more than his wife?

“Please Jake. I know how much you suffer; I can see it in your eyes. They don’t hold the same light anymore as they used to. Let me help you, I beg you”, she sobbed.

Jake didn’t want that she cried because of him. She must’ve done enough of that over the past five years. He didn’t want to hurt her, and he knew that he would continue to do so as long as he refused to let her in on the past five years of his life.

“Okay.”

His voice was no more than a whisper. She sucked in a breath, her lips curling into a small smile.

“I will tell you, once the stress of the next few weeks is over. Once we’re settled in, once our families know about me and had the chance of visiting us. I promise you, by my sister’s honor, that I will tell you everything then. Can you live with that?”

She nodded, kissing him deeply.

“I love you, sweetheart”, Jake whispered against her lips.

“I love you, honey”, Natasha whispered back, falling into his arms.

[so-long-soldier-writes]

Requesting Rules / Information

🔹updated 6/1/24 ~ requests open (but i’m going through it so i’ve been slowly lately)

🔹initial notes: 

this is a side-blog, so if i respond to comments or follow you back, you might see my main (in bio). i don’t actively try to keep my blogs too separate, though, i just post stuff i write here so i don’t clog up my main.

there’s very little that i won’t write, but if you’re uncertain about something, just ask!

don’t hesitate to ask any questions. i’m shy, but i promise i’m nice!

🔹 fandoms / characters i write for:

the vampire diaries / the originals

kai parker x reader

kol mikaelson x reader

elijah mikaelson x reader

rebekah mikaelson x reader

poly!mikaelsons x reader

caroline forbes x klaus mikaelson

kai parker x bonnie bennett

glee

blaine anderson x sebastian smythe

cw supernatural

dean winchester x reader

sam winchester x reader

jack kline x reader

american horror story

tate langdon x reader

cw supergirl

mon-el x winn schott jr.

mon-el x kara danvers

teen wolf

stiles stilinksi x reader

isaac lahey x reader

liam dunbar x reader

theo raeken x reader

theo raeken x liam dunbar

🔹definite no’s:

any kind of kink involving scat, fisting, or stuffing

i haven’t been asked to write these, but they’re not for me to attempt

most kinks should be fine otherwise

🔹not a no, but i’m still learning how to write these:

yandere

bdsm

🔹what i’ll write for dark(er) fics:

consensual non-consent / cnc

non-con

dubcon

incest

abuse

🔹 other notes:

above all, kai is my favorite to write 😉

all fics will be fem!reader unless specified in the request

although some might be gender neutral if they turn out that way or i just feel like it

in regards to age, if i write smut for a character canonically under 18, i will age them up appropriately, or make obvious tags to anything underage

if you request a poly!mikaelsons, specify if you want finn or freya in it. typically my polies are just the main four, but I can add them, too, if preferred

more details in a request are always encouraged, but i’ll work with what’s provided. it may take a little longer, though, if more vague

sometimes, i might be a little slow to posting, but i will try to never let requests sit for too long. thank you in advance for your patience!

Again, I’m not an 18+ or 21+ blog, despite occasionally writing smut. I do request readers to be at least 16, however, and may block anyone younger if I choose to do so. You are responsible for the content you consume, and I tag everything meticulously, especially the darker or smuttier works. I am trusting my readers to look at the tags and to know their own boundaries. If something’s not for you, please click off of it. I just know that I used to read any and all types of fics when I was 16+, so I feel like telling my followers & readers they can’t is hypocritical. So while I don’t require a certain age, please be wary of what you read.

Thank you for being here. ily 💗

[beyourownanchor6]

Update 😀

Reading update 🥺🫣😢😭😭😭😳😭

It’s not even 7am yet 😂 that’s a lot of feelings to have in 20 minutes

Great work love 💗

😂😂

i’m sorry for all the emotions so early in the day my dear!! 🫶🏼 *hugs you tightly tightly*

i promise things will get better…soonish 🫣 you know i love a happy ending 😉🤗

[tmwcs]

babyy 🥹🥹 my reireiiiii im backk!! how are you my loves??!!! i missed you so damn much you dont even knowwww!!!!! I really wanted to just sit and talk to you all day but now is the only time I got to message youu i’ve been really really reaallllyyyy busy with school since I already started and work + the ballet lessons (ik I do this daily but stilllll its quite tiring) + everyday after classes I had to stop by my grandma’s house to help her with stuff (its only for two and a half weeks but goddd its tiring too) so you can imagine how busy i’ve been but not to worry though im doing fine and healthy, and for the past week I became a silent reader of yours!! just liking every post haha but yea im really glad to now have the time to message you and way all the things i’ve been wanting to saaayyy 🥹🥹🥹💗💗💗

enough about me how about you?!!! how have you been??!! what did I miss?? I like to say i’m keeping updated but just in case…what’d I miss omggg

by the way I absolutely loveddddd that one shot and im ngl its new to see a fic of urs thay doesnt have that much of a yandere heeseung but its still so good either way I swearrr you put a spell on me on every one-shot and chapter you post because I think about it for daaayyysssssss!!!! but ugh the tension and the angst in that fic was just *chefs kiss we love soft, needy, regretting hee

BTW DT RECENT CHAPTER WAS SO MFING JUICY I CANTTTTTTTTT the smut part/s in there was WHOOO DAMN THAT WAS ONE HELL OF A SMUT SCENE it always got me sweating and weak in the kneesssss the car smut was the one that’s engraved in my mind good lorddd it just randomly pops up in my head and at the worst times too ugh I could be in a lecture and that smut scene would just play in my mind holy shiiiiiitttt rei ur impeccable and i’d say a master AND QUEEN at these scenes🥵🥵

the girls though are taking a whack at my patience 😐

I can’t say and promise to you that i’ll bombard ur asks like the good ole’ days and quite frankly I feel like the next would be in a couple days but im just glad I got to message you again ☹️

will eagerly and definitely wait for your reply👀👀 my absolute favorite darling and beautiful smart gifted girl (hope I still am ur favs 🤞🏻🤞🏻) hell i’d search the whole dictionary for a word to describe you but none is and will ever be enough.

MWAAAAAAAAAAAA I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU SO SO SO SOOO MUCHHHH

keep writing and doing your goddamn deliciously brilliant work my reirei i’ll always be here whether in ur asks or in the likes section hehe

- ur fav (?) girly, nik/lana💕

my girl!!! ♥️ I had a heethan moment when i saw your message, the whole "pretty baby! you--you came to me....." lol! i missed you so much! i've been doing good, i've been busy as well. been helping out the parents with their business and then spending whatever free time i have drafting up the one shots/requests and the chapters 😉 i'm so happy to hear from you, i know you've been very busy so no need to explain, you do you girl. i'm just so glad to see you once in a while when i can! did you enjoy the one shots? i've been working on the upcoming chapter of TO and also, HHP's next chapter is coming soon 😉 real soon! i can't wait for you to read it. how is ballet practice? how is school? and work?

[jade-green-butterfly]

@vampireflowerarts =O//0//O=❣️❣️D'AAAAAWWWW~~!! ;////W////; 💖💓💖💓💖OOOHHH, MY GOODNESS...BEHOLD SUCH EXQUISITE MASTERPIECES OF SUCH TOTAL COOSSY CUTENESS YOU'LL EVER SEE~!!😭✨💜🧁💗🦋💚✨AND WORDS CANNOT DESCRIBE HOW ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUSLY PRECIOUS THEY ARE, TAKING MY BREATH AWAY AND MY HEART BURSTING WITH A THOUSAND RAINBOWS~!!💗🌈💗🌈💗🌈They're just so....EEEEEEE~!!🤩😍🤩Thank-you, thank-you ever so, sooooo much in a million, my dear Vamp~!💞🫂💞I don't just like...I absolutely love, love, LOOOOVE to the stars and heavens above~!!💝🌟🥰🌟💝 It was such a true thrill and delight to see you bring me and my beloved Coossy to life in each exciting update, and capture us ever so beautifully in your wonderfully amazing style~!💖🥹💖They all look like they could be a real Trolls movie!✨🤩✨Each piece is such a darling treasure to look at (that I cannot stop looking~💕😚) especially with each exquisite detail, from the divine colours, poses and expressions - just how I imagined and I described to you~💝🌈✨💝And you have certainly done true justice with me and my beloved fluffy cupcake king together in our tender sweet moments together~!💜🧁💗🦋💚(Along with my Coopy being smooth, hehe~🤭) Oooh, how my heart was aflutter with being given a lovely flower by my sweet jellybean, Coopy being a sweet flirty boi with me and having our first loving kiss together...'le sigh...~'💕🥰🌼Just true perfection indeed~💘😊 Awww, thank-you ever so, soooo much again, Vamp!💞🤗💞As promised, along with a few more magnificent Coossy masterpieces I gratefully got, I will share, post and credit with pride and joy in June (on 20th to be exact, excitement!🌟) when my true wholesomely OTP became canon for me~✨💜💗💚😍✨ It was an absolute pleasure and delight to commission you, dear!😘🫶🏻Bless you and keep up the fantastic work~!💕✌🏻😉 xoxo.

Some finished Trolls commissions for the lovely @jade-green-butterfly ~ (´∇ﾉ｀*)ノ♡

[elianaroselight]

Did someone ask for a Giggle Glow Birthday Part 2? No? Well, too bad! You get one anyways.

@animemoonprincess

Please enjoy the sweet softness from your beautiful AU. 😉😊

(P. S. When I told your mama that I was preparing to kill one of her kids, she gave me a message for you. Mama Winter loves you. 💗😊)

When Macaque woke up this morning, he was not expecting... Today. It had been a chilly winter morning and he had been up in time to watch the sunrise as he thought. It had been a few months since LBD had been defeated and things had fallen into an odd rhythm. He had moved back to his dojo, trying to figure out what next.

The kids came around often enough that he couldn't just up and leave. Plus they were entertaining to watch and who would turn down free entertainment?! (He refused to acknowledge that he had grown a soft spot for them). Something he had expected to happen since the 'final boss battle, ' as Mei called it, was the cutting of whatever ties he had built with Wukong during the whole journey.

The golden monkie had disappeared and Mac hadn't seen him since. Oh Macaque knew where he was, but he didn't want to push things again. Might as well leave it as is. MK made sure to keep him updated though, so he knew that Wukong was doing somewhat okay. Mac refused to admit he missed the chaotic monkie, no matter how many times he thought through all the battles they had over trying to flustered each other. All the jokes and glowing laughter. The hiccup incidents and the revival of Flutterbutter.

What he hadn't expected was MK to walk in to his dojo, calling "Delivery for Macaque!" While he had heard MK coming, it was surprising that it was during his shift which added to the surprise of having a delivery bag placed in from of him.

Macaque looks at it in suspicion, before eyeing MK. The boy just shrugs. "Pigsy told me to bring it while I was out on my runs. Figured he is just trying to reach out to you. Since you really haven't been by the shop in a while." Macaque nods slightly before moving to open the bag and see what was inside.

Inside was one of those cardboard cupholders you could get from a fast food joint. Inside each of the four holders held a jar of an orange cream of sorts. MK watched excitedly as Macaque pulled one out and opened it. The smell of Mangoes and sweet cream wafted to his nose and the Monkie couldn't help the soft smile on his face.

Chinese Mango Pudding. It was one of Macaque's favorite desserts as it wasn't too sweet and only really tasted of creamy mangoes. Almost like peaches and cream. But only one person knew of his love for the dish and that person was on his island. Well, however the chef found out, Macaque was glad to have received some.

A note in the bag catches his eye. Pulling it out, he reads, 'Hey Mac. I figured you would like a taste of a new dish I have been trying out since you seem to like mangoes. Make sure to send the kid on his way quickly. I don't pay him to get side tracked. - Pigsy P.s. Happy Birthday'.

The Monkie let's out a low chuckle, shaking his head as he glows softly. Of course the pig demon would find a way to celebrate his birthday without breaking his promise of not telling anyone. MK tilts his head in curiosity. "What does it say?" Macaque pockets the note quickly. "Pigsy is trying out a new recipe and thought I wanted some. Oh, and to send you on your way so you can finish your shift."

"Awww. Okay. But I'm coming over later with Mei! You promised you would come with us to a new coffee shop so we are holding you to that!" Mac nods slightly. "Yeah, yeah. Get going squirt. Don't wanna make your boss mad." He ruffles MK's hair, receiving a glowing giggle. "I'm going! I'm going!"

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Mac walks into his dojo as the sun was setting. He had just spent the last few hours with MK, Mei and Red drinking coffee, going to a farmers market before going back to Pigsy's Noodle Shop. He hate to admit it, but the he was worn out from being with them and their high energy. He was definitely glad for the quiet as the amount of noise he heard earlier had been tough on his poor ears.

He grabs one of the unopened jars of the pudding, (he had eaten 2 earlier) before heading to his room. He figured he might as well finish off his birthday with his favorite dessert while watching the sunset. The window in his room had the best way to climb to the roof.

As Macaque enters his room, he stops. On his bed sat a a box wrapped in paper with moons and snowflakes all over it. He frowns and let's his ears flare out, listening for anything suspicious from both the box and the dojo. Hearing nothing, Mac slowly crept his way to the bed, footsteps silent and prepared to slip into the shadows if needed. Reaching the bed, he pokes the box with a nail, causing it to tilt before settling back into place.

He decides to carefully unwrap it as quietly as possible so he could hear if something happened. Soon enough, the box was unwrapped and he gently opens it. Once open, the monkie steps away, expecting something to have triggered, but only silence met his ears. He peeks in and gives a confused look at the occupants in the box. Macaque carefully reaches in and pulls out a stuffed mango toy. He decides it was probably safe and heads to the roof to look at it closer.

He sits down, looking at the sunset for a moment before holding up the mango toy. It was small. Small enough he could hide it in his scarf or a pocket, but just big enough to hug. It was soft and squishy to the touch. The mango had a cute little face with glittering golden eyes that had been embroidered on. He couldn't help but be reminded of a certain pair of golden eyes from the friend he long since lost. It smiled up at him as if it was alive and caring about him. He almost wanted to hug it.

After a few moments, he decided to act on the thought. Pulling it close, he looks up at the sun until he hears a crumpling sound from the toy. It sounded almost like paper. The shadow monkie pulls away and looks the mango over. At the top, he finds a hole that seemed to where the sound came from. When he started to reach in, he was surprised at the hole growing larger, as if an elastic was stretching.

He opens it a bit more and notices another cute smile inside the pouch. Mac then begins to flip it inside out and by the end of doing so, the cute little mango had become a peach with brilliant, embroidered silver eyes that shone like stars. While he had been flipping it, a paper fell out. It was rolled into a tube and held shut with an embroidery thread. Setting the toy down gently, he picks up the paper and unroll it.

'The Sun is lost without the Moon to guide him. He misses his Moon just as much as he needs him. Happy birthday, my precious Moon.'

Macaque feels a tear slip down his face and onto the paper. Did...Did he really mean that? He looks at the toy, understanding what it was. It was handmade. It must have teken several months to do. Probably had to start working on it about the time of LBD's battle....

He let's out a soft laugh, his soft moonlit glow mixing with the glow of the sun beautifully. Macaque holds the toy close and looks at the fading light of the sun as tears silently fell down his cheeks.

This was the best birthday he has had in a very very long time.

[thespookymoth]

Happy New Year!

How about we start the year with something bad good? 😉 I open my story requests with the Bad Things Happen Bingo to start in a new year with more fanfiction!

RULES:

1. Give me one prompt.*

2. Choose a character or a pairing from Naruto or Boruto*

3. Tell me if this story should be SFW or NFSW *

4. Optional: Give me a pitch (max. 2 sentences) for the story

5. Everyone is welcome to make a request! You also can ask on anon. 😊

*Notes:

Just one prompt. I can't combine prompts for this bingo.

1 prompt = 1 story.

If you request a Boruto character I only write about Shikadai, Inojin, Chocho, Shinki, Yodo and Araya.

This is a Bad Things Happen Bingo. If you request NSFW something bad will happen to the characters.

Things I won't write about:

- Incest (neither siblings, nor parent and child. This also includes N*jiH*na)

- Sensei/Student relationships

- Adult/Child ships

- Extreme horror, gore, snuff or slasher related things (I am okay with wounds, broken bones, blood and diseases, it's Naruto after all, I just don't like these genres very much)

- NSFW: non-con/r*pe, feces

Characters/ships I won't write about:

- Founders Generation - Akatsuki (exception: Itachi) - All Kage (exception: Tsunade, Kakashi and Naruto) - Danzo - Orochimaru - Hiashi - SasuHina, GaaLee, TemaTen, ShikaSaku

...additionally I won't write anything I am not comfortable with. If this happens I will delete the request without further comment. When a prompt is taken I will cross out the prompt in the list. Can't wait to see your requests 😊💗 Under the cut you find the list with the prompts which are taken. I update the list accordingly.

Insomnia 🔗Desert Tribe (Shikadai & Shinki)

Arm in a Sling

Crying Themselves to Sleep

Biting

Dislocated Joint

Chronic Pain

Drowning

Kidnapping

Demonic/Ghostly Possession

Betrayal

Medical Torture

Bloostained Clothes

Never Got to Say Goodbye

Anger Born of Worry

Take My Hand

Breaking a Promise

"I'm Fine" 🔗It's hard to even fathom which part I should believe (KibaIno)

Coughing Up Blood 🔗Red (Shikadai & Inojin)

You Can Scream All You Want

Caught in an Explosion

Branding

Be Careful What You Wish For

Forgetting to Eat 🔗 Night Shift (SakuKanku)

Delirium 🔗 You lit the fire that burns (ShikaTema)

Misunderstanding

[sixxgurl26]

Juat want to tell you that I really like your story!!!💗💗💗 Layla is so cute. I think I'm in love with her, not Nikki.😉 Have a wonderful day! Love ya👍💖💓

Oh my goodness thank you so much 🥹🥹🥹 I haven’t updated in a minute due to moving and life being busy, but new chapters are coming I promise! You have a wonderful day too lovely ❤️❤️

[just-dreaming-marvel]

TTAL!!!! 🥰😍🤩💞💕💖💗💓❤💞💕💖💞💗💕💖💞❤💞💕

You made this chapter the sweetest chapter. 🤩😍🥰 I love when she cried in his arms, sometimes when work and studies get to me I also need someone...😢���� I wish this Steve would a real person, I swear I'd cherish him.

BTW this chapter wasn't bad at all... its the small things in this chapter that will make a big difference in future and how you want to steer the story. Tony was being Tony!!! He's being protective but in annoying way. Steve can't see it right now but hopefully he'd understand that Tony was just looking out for him.

I just hope Tony’s get over his paranoia.... not every girl is after money... please don't break them up, they're just too cute. Make them run away and get married already and make beautiful babies!! 😂🤣 🤭 I wana know whats in your head for them..🤔😉

Innocent question: when are they going to sleep together?? And Tony walks in on them in the morning.😂😂🤭 Steve’s studio is the best place to have their first time happen..🤭😂

Also, please ignore the marvel fans... they're being mean. I'm your fan. Marvel or no Marvel.. I'm just YOUR fan!! Whenever you feel bad because of marvel fans just think about me, that I'm here for you and support you in any way. 💗

I'm so glad that you're enjoying this so much!!! And thank you so much for sending this in! It's things like this and keep me updating!

I need some like Steve most days too! Thank you for believing that this chapter wasn't bad. I was really worried about it.

I can't promise that they won't break up... sorry. I can promise a happy ending!!!! They will sleep together, eventually. I am just nurturing this relationship and growing it innocently at first.

This just made me cry: "I'm your fan. Marvel or no Marvel.. I'm just YOUR fan!!" Thank you so much!!!! It means so much that you're my fan. You have no idea how much I needed that. Thank you so much!! Just... you're amazing. Thank you for your support 💕

[nottheweirdest]

Update! My work life is going to be incredibly insane over the next two months, but ESPECIALLY the next 2 weeks.

Sadly, I won't be able to write as much and Clean Slate and Free Fallin' will be delayed a bit.

I am still doing sonadowtober since it doesn't require nearly the same amount of effort, so I'll be around! 😁 I'll keep working on those other two projects but can't promise a date on either. I can only say soonish and that I will update when they go to be beta read!

I do plan on finishing Clean Slate by the end of the year. So, a delay today may mean faster updates in the future 😉!

Thank you so much for always being so kind and supportive toward me. I appreciate you all more than you know! 💗☺️

[mmilkbreadd]

Quick announcement!!!

(Because I forgot to add it in the last chapter hehe.)

First of all, I want to thank all of you for the enormous amount of support you’ve given to my work. I know I said it a couple of times, but it means a lot to me🥺💗

I appreciate every single like, comment and reblog.

Second of all,

There are only 4 chapters left (+ epilogue)

So yes, this is a short story, but I might add some ‘special chapters’ after the smau ends :)

(If you’re interested of course)

Also, regarding the question I asked you about how the story should end, I’ll take note of what you said... but I can’t promise anything because I’ve already thought about how should I end it.

(I can assure you that it won’t be very very pretty, but we’ll get there eventually.)

I guess you’ll have to wait to find out😌

The epilogue (and maybe the last chapter) will have a written part.

Because the story needs closure with fully developed ideas. Which in my opinion, smaus fail to do sometimes.

I’ll try to not make it very long... but again, I can’t promise you anything😬

Just letting you know so you don’t get a surprise when the day comes😧😧😧

I hope you don’t mind too much😳

As always, thank you for your patience and love.

Stay tuned for new updates (and new stories😉😉).

Our asks are always (and I mean always) open if you want to chat😌

So if you want to particularly speak with one of us (whether is Tina or me) feel free to send right away ;) Don’t be shy.

All the love to my fellow queens, kings, and non-binary royalty,

Gen💗

|| Love Is Hard For A Gamer

Kozume Kenma x fem!reader

Synopsis: When a rumor spreads saying that Kozume Kenma rejected a girl, all of his friends start marking fun of him; implying that he would never have a girlfriend if he keeps playing games. To prove his friends wrong, Kozume and y/n (the manager of the volleyball team), start pretending that they are dating. But when one of them catches feelings… What will happen to their friendship?

Genre: crack, fluff, sfw.

Warning(s): female pronouns, cursing.

{Last Update: 02/03}

{Next Update: 02/10}

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Characters: “Y/n’s Housewives”

Levels:

001. “shall we date?!”

002. “mystic messenger”

003. “ikemen: vampire”

004. “dandelion”

005. “blush, blush”

006. “mr love: queen’s choice”

007. “nightmare harem”

008. “liar! uncover the truth”

009. “moonlight lovers”

010. “cupid”

011. “nothing to say”

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Disclaimer(s):

I don’t own any Haikyuu characters or original story.

I just adapt the story and add the main character.

The chapters’ names are romance games (mainly otome and dating sims), but I don’t own any of them nor copy their plot.

All rights reserved to the, previously mentioned, content owners.

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