#i will keep working on the fic dw!! 🙏

[cryiling]

happy belated revalinkerversary to me :> i think this would be so cute as a sticker omg

anywaysss what do we think about revalink comment fest on the second week of april 🙈

[thewritersofdeceased]

Hiiii! Sorry Ik you've done something like this b4, but I really loved it😭

I was wondering if you could do something with dating Darry and the rest of the gang kind of see's you as a motherly figure 😭🙏

Ill leave it up to your imagination for this, and if you can do it, could you keep this anonymous please 🙏😭❤

Hey hey, thank you for the request! I think I got an idea for this actually, so this works perfectly! Last time I did Darry x Motherly!reader I think was for a Christmas fic, so I've gotten something for summer this time! And ofc it'll stay anonymous dw dear! : ] She/Her pronouns for this one!

Being a parental figure was surely a pain in the ass. From Tulsa, Oklahoma all the way to a lake called, or notably known as "Lake Murray", Y/N drove with the more louder of the group of Greasers. Sitting besides her was Two-Bit, who she could handle to an extent. She allowed him to take control of the radio, knowing damn well it would just be the same few songs on repeat. Behind Two-Bit was Dallas, the most annoying pain in the ass Y/N dealt with. Then there was Steve, who wasn't exactly annoying, but could be whenever he was with Soda, who had been with his brothers and Johnny in Darry's truck. So Y/N was stuck with these three as she drove. Not like she had a problem with it. Maybe just Dally's smoking problem and Two-Bit's silly antics as he whistled to girls they drove by. Which is exactly what happened as they four continued to make their way towards the lake.

"Hey there beautiful!" Two-Bit called out, half his body out the window as he called out to a girl just walking with her friends. It resulted in him being pulled in by the jacket by Y/N, who had a rather annoyed expression. "Kieth Matthews! Knock it off or go sit in the back with Dallas and Steve!" She snapped at the older teenager, only earning "oooooh's" and "you're in troubleee" from the two behind her. Which resulted in her giving a death glare from the mirror. "Okay, okay! I won't do it anymore, mom!" Two-Bit yelled out, laughing his ass off right after. Y/N scoffed as she focused on driving. She was only two years older than the teenager, being twenty whilst Darry was twenty-two. As the boys in the backseat conversated with Two-Bit and one another, Y/N kept her calm as she drove.

All the calmness in her body had slowly drifted away as they arrived at the lake, parking besides her boyfriend's car. There was no sight of the four that had driven in her boyfriends car, so she tested her head on the steering wheel for a couple seconds. "Go on, you three. I'll be there soon. Bring your bags and go change in the bathrooms." She mumbled out, earning cheers from the three boys who got out the car with their stuff and quickly ran off to go change. At least Steve and Two-Bit had, Dally trailed behind smoking a cigarette. It wasn't until around five minutes after did Y/N get out of the car and make her way towards where the other boys was. She hadn't even noticed her boyfriend making his way over, having told his second "kid brother" to make sure Ponyboy didn't drown and for nobody to pick on Johnny.

"Hello, love." Darry's voice caught her attention as she looked up to him. "Well hello to you too, superman." Y/N teased, giving a small smile to Darry as he leaned down to capture her lips in a kiss. A loving and gentle one. Darry wasn't a huge PDA person, preferring to keep all lovey dovey things away from the public eye. Public love was just… icky to the oldest Curtis brother. Unlike Soda and Steve, that was. He preferred gentle mornings, waking up side by side, making y/n breakfast, things of the such. As he looked down to his love, a soft question escaped her, her eyes staring up into Darrel’s.. “Did the boys put any sunscreen on?” Of course she was to worry about the boys. A slight chuckle escaped the older boy, which had already given Y/N an answer to her question. Grabbing Darry’s hand and beginning to drag him towards the beach by the lake once more, she called out with a stern tone of voice. “Greasers! Get your asses over here now!” Darry himself didn’t tense up, but he took note of how Dallas and Two-Bit had. “Oh, and you have full permission to lecture Two-Bit. Wouldn’t stop hollerin’ at girls from the window.” She explained, watching as the six greasers had gotten out of the water, making their way over to stand in front of Y/N and Darry by their stuff under a tree. 

As Y/N stood with her arms crossed, she watched each of the boys with careful eyes. Ponyboy was more towards the back with Johnny, who had been fidgeting with his hands, whether it was cracking them or just messing with his nails. Y/N noticed it. She understood why. She used to do it before she had met Darry, preferring to keep her distance and stick to the side of the oldest greaser at the time. Two-Bit was standing with his thumbs tucked into his swim-trunks pocket, having changed in the bathroom as his jacket now laid out on his towel. It’d be all sandy, which wasn’t going to be fun when it came to Y/N’s car. Steve and Sodapop were leaning against one another, shoulder to shoulder, and Dallas? Of course he was smoking a cigarette without a care in the world. Each boy kept their eyes on Y/N, besides Johnny, who couldn’t keep eye contact and was currently staring at the sand below them all. With a calmer tone of voice, Y/N spoke up. “Did you boys put sunscreen on?” She asked, resulting in groans escaping all the boys.

“We’re not little kids, we don’t need the sunscreen,mom!” There was the commont that made everyone confused. Two-Bit had a teasing smile on his face, before Y/N looked to Darry. Who merely held his hands up in response. “Go on, have at it.” And with that, Two-Bit knew what to do. “RUN!” He shouted with a playful tone, turning to run towards the water again, with Y/N hot on his heels. “Get back here, Kieth!” 

[nyxi-pixie]

Hiiiii.

Sorry to bother you, I wanted to know if you had any fic recs? Your writing is so good and your tastes are immaculate, and I am starving for any kind of good content. Please?

its not possible to bother me love dw <3

NOW. i dont actually read all that much anymore bc i am horrendously picky but this does give me an excuse to hype up the few authors that have satisfied my unreasonably specific tastes 🤩.

so. a few bsd recs for you (except theyre 99% skk because im horribly predictable forever). everyone go read all of these and tell the authors how wonderful they are in the comments please <3

anything @booksandpaperss has ever written is genius work and everyone should read it. could talk abt all of their stuff for hours (and i have🤩 they put up w so much of me bothering them godbless). also our brains do some accidental crazy mind melding shit whenever either of us write fic so if you like any of my stuff you will like theirs. thats the rules. <3

like twin stars in the dark (we collide)- dead apple skk porn as a vehicle for 22skk analysis. makes me salivate i have read it so many times. they get 22skk better than anyone🙏

my lies are for you to keep (my love for you to lose) - the only take on beastskk that matters to me ever. you can actually see me losing my mind in the comment i wrote on this fic bc of how fucking insane every single line made me. theres SO much packed into this thing its fucking crazy i NEEEEED everyone to read it. thats all <3

till death, I'll give you my breath - dazai death timeloop. this fic terrifies me so much i await every update with my teeth chattering and my heart pulsing so rapidly i should be hospitalised. the first scene of chapter 2 genuinely had me on the verge of tears im unwell about it.

(elli also has some jjk stuff thats REALLYREALLY good and if ur into jjk u should check that out too.)

NOW. aside from being a propaganda machine for my fav writer ever. Heres some other stuff i love.

the second perspective by @wildflowerteas. murder mystery/detective noir stuff w some time fuckery. the au of all time. mashes aspects of beast, canon, and some extra special niko sauce into a mixing bowl and goes crazy w it. just Such a genuinely impressive piece of writing. i could talk abt the technical brilliance of it for hours but i will stop myself. you gotta commit to this thing because it WILL make u crazy. also i loveee the sskk. its like if we had the beast first meeting sskk forever. SOSO GOOD!!!!

did fate guide the gun or did you? by @kanetheo. i read this pretty soon after chapter 109 and it genuinely fried my brain for months. the writing style is beautiful (as for everything they write AUGHH!!!) and the angst is delectable. the way it intersperses more fun silly skk moments with just. complete misery. GOD. it just hits. ive reread it quite a few times and it never fails to make me go crazy. srsly cannot rec this enough.

the decomposition of dazai osamu by @hella1975 this shot several bullets through my brain and i still havent recovered. i keep thinking 'oh i should reread that' and then i dont bc some part of my brain still concerns itself w maintaining whats left of my sanity. BUT its crazy good and everyone should read it and suffer at least once. EVERYONE LOVES YOU OSAMU!!!! EVERYONE EATS YOU!!! line of all time lets all kill ourselves.

smoke held conversations by feralrookie - i havent reread this in a while but it does cool stuff with nlh and the skkisms are really good in this too. ppl often write teen chuuya as less intelligent than he actually is. hes very observant, esp of dazai, and this fic gave me that 🙏

i called your name til the fever broke by forest_raccoon - vampire chuuya. biting is involved. i blacked out reading it. enough said.

[08melancholie]

Hi! First of all: love your writings! Somehow you manage to give me exactly what I want. I have read the lessen your stress one, amazing. Thank you. Lots of loves from the other side of the screen.

Now, I would like to request a one shot Micah/F!Reader (or GN reader if you want) where a really sweet and kind Reader likes Micah and actually wants to sleep with him but is a virgin and kind of shy, in contrast with the rough, brute Micah we all know, who will obviously want to sleep with reader too (either bc he likes them back or simply bc he’s desperate and wants sex, you decide, just please don’t miss characterize him too much, I like my Micah as the asshole he is :’) <3

Thank you very much and I really appreciate your work! <3 have a good day!

thank you sm for the compliments <33 and dw because i like to also keep my men just as scummy at times🙏

Some aspects might be similar to 'Untouched' here (still attached to that fic like a leech chat..) but i'll make sure it still sounds new!

Lose Some; Gain Some. — Micah Bell/Reader

tags: Smut, Porn, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Micah Bell Is His Own Warning, Virginity, Loss of Virginity, Vaginal Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Sex, Orgasm, Multiple Orgasms, Rough Sex, but just a bit at the end, its micah he doesnt know how to be gentle sorry guys, Not Beta Read, no beta we die like micah bell

summary: You would rather take over doing everyone's chores in camp forever, than ask the question thats currently been plaguing your mind; one of your lowest lows, probably. You were told that a woman's virginity is a precious thing, how you had to lose it to the right person. This, however, you found to be total bullshit. And you wanted nothing more than the man who was Micah Bell to do it for you.

a/n: first ask yippiee!! i am so busy with exams oh lord i barely made time for this😭 i hope its to your liking!!! second ao3 post today im on a roll actually🙏🙏

words: 3,201 | AO3 LINK

Still being a virgin at this age is almost laughable. Well, it is; the girls haven't stopped teasing you since you told them during a game Mary-Beth told everyone about. You had to answer the question asked by Karen—about your sex life—or drink. You answered that you were still a virgin, and a few of them laughed; haven't stopped making jabs at you since. It's almost irritating.

And, your irritation made you slip up—by saying you'd lose your virginity tonight.

"What!? Tonight? With who?" Karen immediately snapped her head in your direction and away from the fresh laundry she and you were folding. There go the consequences of your actions. Who the hell do you even say?

You put down your own laundry back into your lap. "Well," You'll either have to lie your ass off, or go for the truth; but you sure as hell were not going for the latter. "guy I met in the saloon while we were still in Valentine, we've been writing." Not too bad.

Karen chuckled, thankfully buying into your lie. "Well, ain't I happy for you! It's about damn time, anyway." She goes back to the chore, like yourself, and continues your previous conversation.

Let's think logically—or, as logically as you could—about this; you don't exactly trust finding a random man in a bar to do this with, so who is going to eagerly take your virginity? Who would you ask that wouldn't tell anyone in camp about it, keep it between you two for the exchange of taking it from you? Who would you want to take your virginity?

You thought about how sweet Arthur would be; how he'd probably understand and treat you right, talk you through everything while praising you for following his instructions so well. Or maybe Charles; A gentle giant that would worship you as should be, show you how everything is done while talking in that deep tone you love to hear.

And then your mind went completely south of the previous two. You thought about how greedy he'd be, touching and moving his hands all over your body, wanting to feel every crevice under his rough fingertips. How he'd see taking your virginity as a precious thing, how you were told growing up, something you wanted him to have—and also as the biggest ego boost ever. He'd probably be a complete tease, too, nor would he talk you through the process like the other two. He'd probably just go for it, no instructions as you scrambled for what you had to do while he—

Jesus Christ, that's the last person you should be even 'just considering'.

Micah Bell is NOT an option here; forget it. Even if the heat between your legs didn't agree with these terms, you would not give your first time to that bastard. He was just an egotistical, rude, mouthy degenerate. Why the hell was the thought of how poorly he'd treat the situation getting you so worked up? You're practically soaking your garments over this bastard; and that's a problem.

Oh, but it's so tempting; this, unfortunately, wasn't the first time you've caught yourself thinking of him, imagining him in bed—which is reasonably worse than the former. Could you refuse yourself this small want? When you think about it, he might be one of the only people here who'd jump to get intimate without question, seeing how he catcalls and flirts with most of camp; including yourself a few times. God, were you really going to do this? How would you even bring it up?

This was something you needed to think of on the way, because it was nearing nighttime and you'd probably lose him to the darkness in the outskirts of camp, where he's usually found. As soon as you finished folding the laundry, you excused yourself from Karen and went to find Micah, thinking over what you would say to him. You had a whole dialogue figured out by the time you spotted him smoking by Baylock, probably having gotten done tending to the horse after the job he went on today. You really had to just brace yourself and follow your little plan, while hoping it'll turn out how you envisioned it to.

He noticed you approaching while you were a few steps away, the nervousness in your body language not hard to make out; hands clasped together, eyes focusing everywhere but on his own, your steps almost reluctant. He raised an eyebrow at you while taking a drag from the cigarette. "Look who it is; worried I'mma bite 'ya?"

You were barely able to give a reaction to his words, your nerves making you go almost silent. "Hah, no.. no, I'm..." Come on! We practiced this six times already! As soon as your eyes darted to his own greyish-blues, you lost your goddamn ability to speak. For the love of God; get your shit together. "Listen; this is very hard for me to even say out loud." Well, it's a good start.

Micah's eyebrows furrow slightly, your sudden shyness compared to the usual quips you could muster up back to his flirting or teasing very abnormal. But, he doesn't comment on it, wanting to hear you out before he teased you further. "Go on then, girl." He speaks, tossing his cigarette elsewhere.

The embarrassment this will leave you in will be history. "Okay.. so, uh.. I need your help with something—let's say." Your words just make him more confused; speaking to him in these absurd riddles. "Would you just.. hear me out?"

The blonde man nods after a moment, folding his arms over his chest while leaning back on the tree. Okay, you can get the words out, trust yourself.

"Would you.. and it's just a one-time thing, may I add." You start, a blush creeping up your neck and to your cheeks as you tried to think of what you were saying; you were about to ask Micah to get intimate with you. Yeah, you don't think this low can be matched. Nonetheless, no giving up now. "Would you take.. take my uh.. virginity?" As soon as the words leave your mouth, you have to hold back from fleeing the scene. "Listen—I lied to the girls and I just.. fuck, it's you."

Micah's had a small smirk on his face, mostly directed towards your nervous and shy state, until the sentence finally left your mouth. His smile dropped and he assumed he heard you wrong. "What'd you say.? Would I take.. your virginity?" He repeats back to you, definitely sure he's heard you wrong. But as you slowly nod your head, unable to open your mouth any longer, his eyes slowly widen a little more, rubbing his chin in thought. "Well, goddamn. You're one bold 'lil thing, ain'tcha?" Here comes the teasing you envisioned.

You roll your eyes to the comment. "I don't need your comments, Micah. You in or not? I'll gladly find someone else." You threaten, biting your cheek. Don't make me find someone else.

He perks up at your empty threat. "Hey—no, don't threaten me now, doll," He leans off the tree and gets right in your personal space, hands on his gun belt. "you know I love to help a lady in need out." He purrs at you, looking down almost menacingly.

"Good," You murmur, the closer he got the more nervous it made you. "then.. it's settled." It's only when he stands right before you, hands running up from your outer thighs to your sides, that you start processing what you've gotten yourself into.

His hands glide over your waist, feeling you up through your shirt. "Surprised yer still untouched, many would love a little body like this in their hands." His words and the small squeeze to your sides send butterflies straight to your stomach; you could practically lose it right then and there. "But it's only little ole me that gets it, huh?" His claim is followed by a darkish chuckle, ringing in your ears. He stops his hands over your ribs and the underside of your chest, looking down shamelessly at the little cleavage your shirt provides. "Well then; my tent?"

It took him barely a few seconds to get you through the flaps of his tent, tying the canvas shut and making sure you've got the bit of privacy camp life can offer. It takes him even less time to shove you down to his cot, seating yourself on the mattress and looking up at him settling atop you, knees around your outer thighs. "Don't you look pretty under me like this." His hands cup around the underside of your jawline, thumbs running up and down the outline of your face. "So, ever kissed a feller?"

You raise an eyebrow at the question. "Not that much of a prude." Your quick response gets a gruff chuckle out of him for a brief moment, before he'd leaned down and captured your lips with his, setting a nice and quick pace for the kiss. You return it with just as much swiftness, hand reaching for his belt buckle and gripping it, earning an appreciative sound out of Micah. "Good girl," His tongue swipes over your bottom lip, trying to enter your mouth rather quickly; but you don't complain, quickly complying. He gets himself an immediate taste of you, tongue swirling around in your mouth as if mapping out the contour of the body part. He goes back to exploring the rest of your body with his hands, moving them all around your sides and waist before stopping at the hem of your shirt and breaking away from your mouth briefly. "Let me see what I'm workin' with, doll." You breathe in the air that the kiss knocked out of you for a moment before wordlessly nodding, lifting your arms up for him to slide the shirt off, peeling it away from your torso and arms as you're sat almost bare from the stomach up now, only covered by your bra. Your shirt is tossed elsewhere, and he goes back to appreciating the view in front of him—or well, under him.

"Oh, you're perfect, little lady." He doesn't hesitate to reach his hands to your chest almost immediately, cupping you through the bra while running his thumbs on the upper flesh that was exposed. His fingers are as calloused as you envisioned, as if moulding your soft flesh with every swipe of his digits on your skin. He knows his way around your body, probably from the experience you lack. One hand stops groping you and moves to your back again, fiddling with your bra before unclasping it. Why is it that your shyness is only hitting you now? As soon as he starts moving your bra straps down to reveal your bare chest to him, you finally process that he's about to see you nude, and you definitely show some signs of reluctance. He notices your sudden demeanour change and looks from your chest to your eyes. "Come on, I don't judge, princess. Bet you're realll purty under here." His finger slips between your cleavage and hooks to the middle of your bra that connects the two pieces as he tugs at the material, slowly moving it away from your bare chest. It slips off your shoulders and arms, and you feel like a prey being inspected by it's hunter under that dark gaze Micah's blues hold. "Like I said.. damn beautiful."

Your shyness and nerves don't pass him by, and he doesn't want you to feel uneasy while he gets what he wants, so he decides to try and ease you up with another kiss, leaning up and snaking one hand to the back of your head to pull you in while the other went to your jean button, undoing it before moving to the zipper. The kiss definitely helped calm you a bit, your hands on his shoulders now as you clung to his shirt, kissing back with a small hum in your throat. He works your zipper down and hooks his fingers into your waistband, breaking the kiss again. "Lift your hips real quick," When you comply, he pulls your jeans down and you help him by kicking them off when they reach your ankles. His hand finds itself right between your legs, swiping at your still-clothed and warm entrance to find you just as aroused as he was. "damn, lookat'chu. Surprised a lady sweet as you'd be this wet over fuckin' a bastard like me." You almost moan at his comment, your garments definitely as damp as you felt them between your legs, drawing your shyness and embarrassment to a whole new level.

He leans away from you to strip his jeans off, first unclasping his gun belt and placing it over to where your shirt was, slowly moving into unzipping and undoing any other restraint that stopped him from getting naked. He looks to you—just watching him strip his pants off—and chuckles briefly. "Well? Get them panties off, sweetheart. Ain't need experience for that." You snap your eyes away from the small peek of a happy trail on his stomach that you, shamelessly at that, were staring at and stand up momentarily to slip your undergarments off, tossing them just shy of the other articles of clothing. "Mm, good, good.." He hums, letting his jeans drop before wasting no time with his drawls, slipping them off and freeing the leaky, visibly throbbing erection that was hidden in it. Your eyes scan over the length; it doesn't look too big, you can probably take it...

But where many assume Micah lacks in length—he makes up for in thickness.

He positions you to turn and bend over the cot slightly, hands on the mattress and back slightly arched. He's moving you around like a doll, positioning you to his liking. He lets out a small whistle when he's got you exactly how he wants you. "Ain't often I get a chance to do this type of thing... Almost feels like an early birthday gift." He chuckles while running one hand down your spine and moving to your hip, stroking himself with the other. He swipes two fingers over your entrance—earning himself a small moan—and uses it, mixed with some of his precum, to moisten his member up. "Now, might hurt a bit, ain't gonna lie to 'ya." You knew that much, mostly why you were adamant to the idea of sex for a while, but it can't be that bad, can it? "But we'll try to keep calm, eh girl?" He punctuates his last sentence with a squeeze to your hip before his tip slides between your warm folds, slickening himself up some more while he rubs his cock just shy of your entrance—unable to help himself from teasing you some. You let out a plethora of meek moans and huffs, your cunt itching for him to just ease it in. After a moment, he stops his tip at your entrance, ready to slide in. "I'mma go slow, try to make it.. durable for 'ya."

There's definitely a small stretch mixed into the overwhelming feeling of your walls being filled by Micah's thick shaft, clenching around him as you sigh and gasp to every inch filling you. "Shh, you're alright.. look," He reaches one hand over around you, two fingers pressing to your clit and making slow circles on it. Your sighs turn into small moans again. "Yeah.. good, focus on ma' hand, baby." He hums, slowly starting to bottom out into your pussy. His hips meet your rear as he continued to rub over your nub, giving you a brief moment to adjust before he pulls out to the tip—then slides right back in. The pain isn't as bad as people made it out to be, but some have a higher pain tolerance either way. You do your best to focus on the sensation Micah's rough fingers are playing on your clit, more than the way his cock slams into you and creates an almost echo-ey sound of skin-on-skin slapping, filling the tent with the suggestive melody.

The repetitive motion of his dick brushing your gummy walls has you on cloud-nine; you're gasping and moaning, letting his name slip past your lips in a pitched tone, grasping fistfuls of the sheets underneath you as his pace slowly gets faster per thrust. "Don't think it's smart I cum inside," He chuckles, punctuating himself with another slam of his hips into your ass, followed by your sweet little whine, almost like a protest. "you want me to?" He asks curiously due to your whine, and his grin gets so much wider when you nod your head, and his pace turns relentless. He starts fucking into you how he likes, trying to get himself to cum while rubbing you faster to get you there with him. "Can't wait to feel you clench this pretty cunt around me," He purrs with a small kiss to the nape of your neck before his focus is back on fucking his throbbing cock into you, getting himself closer by the moment.

You feel your own orgasm start to approach, your legs slightly jittery from the upcoming feeling. Micah takes quick note of this change and rubs your clit faster, drawing more whiny moans out of you that get muffled by the action of burying your head into the mattress; last thing you need is someone hearing you moaning Micah's name. Your whines are breathless and abrupt, getting cut off by each of Micah's quick thrusts into your cunt, all until you finally feel yourself tip over the edge and you cum, the clench of your pussy around Micah enough to get him there just a moment after you. He buries his cock deep into you, holding you up from collapsing into the bed by the hips as his chest makes contact with your back, the side of his head on the very top of your torso as he gasps breathlessly. "Ah.. there we go.." You can feel him empty himself inside you, your shaky legs barely supporting you with Micah doing most of the work.

He gives himself a moment before pulling out and placing you down to lay on the cot. "Let me tell you somethin', darlin';" He gets his underwear and jeans off the floor, slipping into both before leaning over you to whisper into your ear. "This definitely ain't 'gon be a one-time thing—not with how addicting that cunt is, or with how 'ya love to scream my name." He purrs lowly while clasping his gun belt back up, running a hand down your spine and stopping at your ass with a firm squeeze before moving you to lay more comfortably on his bed. "Well, get comfortable, think I'm up for a smoke.." He lazily tosses a random blanket in his tent over you—it's the thought that counts, apparently—before leaving you in his tent to rest up.

And you agree; he's addicting, and you will be fucking again.

Kudos on AO3 very appreciated!! we love the micah smut where hes still an ass to us <3

[cowboylikeyouu]

heyyyy, amy, nice to meet you, I'm di, reaching out because tumblr said I may like your profile and it didn't lieeee.

I've seen you asked to ask (ohhh jezz, english is my third language, beg you pardon me for some mess I'm creating, while trying to chase my thoughts) questions, so I'm here to do that-

did you find any really tasty sickfics/whumpfics with poolverine?? I'm in emergency need of whump!logan or sick!logan, oh, why ficriters are not using those trops of some "failed to heal", "sleep deprivation"? having healing factor doesn't mean you can't feel the pain you know...

well! SO! do you have anything to recommend? thank you! 💜

ps. I'm quite a newbie here, so don't be scared of my quite empty profile, working on it. 🙏🥹

hiiii ^^

glad the tumblr algorithm did its job and brought you here!!

dw about your english, it’s "only" my 2nd language and i still mess up everything half the time, i’ve simply given up on correct grammar on social media, i don’t care anymore xD

and yesss i always love getting questions or even just random thoughts people have, idk i wish people would use the ask box more, it’s so fun!! especially for people who wanna stay anonymous :)

in terms of fic recommendations, i have to disappoint you sadly, i‘m an awful person to ask for fic recs unless it’s winterhawk (and maybe drarry & dinluke). i’ve read a whole bunch of poolverine fics, but i can only remember like… 5 of them??😭 they’re all so short still & many of them have a similar premise, so no matter how amazing the fics are, it’s hard to keep them apart in my head.

the only one i can think of rn that kinda matches one of ur requests is stay, stick around, clean the blood off my teeth by jayyxx, pretty sure logan is severely sleep deprived in this bc he just chooses to.. not sleep anymore bc of night terrors.

there are a LOT of people on here tho who can probably give you a whole bunch of fic recs, just search through some hashtags :)

enjoy your time on tumblr, it’s really the best internet place to be 💜💜💜

[softfem-dom]

HEY HUNNY!

can I have some more Hybrid!Outsiders imagines bc I read Ur lil fics before I sleep and then I happily dream about them because that's how my brain works (it's 10pm rn) 😋

Remember to get some rest, drink water, eat something, and take breaks <333!

YES OFC SWEETHEART (i've got your other ask about the hcs for the outsiders halfway dw)

So, thinking about how Dallas and Bob would be such shits when it comes to being sick. Like they can catch a cold and be acting like they're dying or smth 😬

Soda is more on the allowed to cry about it side. Like the man's just got weak emotional strength when he's sick 😭 the poor little dude'll start crying without noticing cuz they're fever tears and everything's so hot and cold at the same time 😔 Pony. I actually can't see him getting sick. Gotta be the one with the strongest defenses or something, but he'll just catch a cold at max and simply live thru it. The most prone to getting sick is undeniably Johnny, i can't tell u why but I just know this man's defenses are low as hell. (I strongly hc him to be an iron deficiency princess🥰 /totally not projecting rn🙏😬.) He'll just sulk around, probably get under some blankets and sleep it off. He'll obviously want his mommy to scratch his ears and give him some pets from time to time.

Darry is obviously the one to pretend he's not as sick as he is. That German Sephered's the king of overworking himself lol💪. You'll only get him to rest properly if u promise him that you're gonna keep Dallas and Bob in separate rooms. Steve and Two-Bit are kinda neutral sicks, they'll just play it up cuz they're drama queens and want your attention all to themselves. They fr want to gatekeep your pets and praises for as long as they can.

[whimsicalcotton]

Please.......please spare some amberfield breadcrumbs......🙏🙏🙏

[tossing out fic like i'm spreading seeds for a starving flock of birds] some amberfield for u <3

(mild CW for Rach being a sad drunk bastard with Issues but dw she gets a hug)

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Max doesn't often find herself grateful for her routine inability to get to sleep at a reasonable hour. 

Quite the contrary, most of the time, it's solely a source of strife and self-directed exasperation. But tonight is a little different. Tonight, she winds up relieved to still be up and about half past 2AM. 

At first, she's sort of startled by the noises emanating from the hallway. The dorm halls are more often than not dead silent at this hour, so the sound of slow, distant shuffling and rushed, muffled conversation comes as an abundantly apprehensive surprise. Most people — especially those as innately anxious as Max — would probably keep their head down and try not to get involved in whatever it is that's causing the unusual late-night ruckus. 

Max opens the door to her room and leans out to sneak a peek at what's happening. 

It becomes quickly apparent that the conversation she'd been hearing is better described as a bout of half-hearted bickering. As her eyes adjust to the switch from the blinding light of her computer to the dark of the corridors, Max is able to recognize the two shadowy shapes shambling closer.

“Can you please hold it together for the five goddamn minutes it'll take me to get you back to your room? Is that something you can do?” Victoria says in a sigh, pausing for a moment to both readjust Rachel's arm around her shoulders and stop her from tipping over. “God, you're such a pain in the ass.”

“Mhm, mhm, pain in the ass, I'm aware,” Rachel replies, murmured and slurred though still playfully roguish. “Can we slow down a sec? Pretty sure the floor shouldn't be spinnin’ that much.”

Max can see it taking all of Victoria's effort to keep her voice down. 

“Bitch, we're literally standing still. How you ever make it back here by yourself is beyond me.”

“Sometimes I don't,” Rachel supplies, rather unhelpfully. She breaks out into a sloppy and far too prideful grin. “One time I tripped in the stairwell and just gave up n’ took a nap there instead.” 

“And people still buy your little miss perfect schtick? I really am surrounded by morons.” 

“Hey, that's no fair. Max doesn't buy it. She's not a moron.”

“Caulfield is dating you,” Victoria huffs, once more attempting to stagger further down the hall. “That makes her a different breed of moron altogether.” 

“Vickyyyy, that's mean,” Rachel says in a magnificently childish whine. “M’not gonna make this easy for you if you're gonna be mean t’my Max.” 

“Don’t you dare. You're making it hard enough as it is, you drunk fucking dunce.”

Instead of answering out loud, Rachel begins to visibly lean more of her weight onto Victoria.

“Nope, no, stop that. Fuck's sake, try to work with me here, would ya? I'm barely any soberer than you.” 

Rachel's devilish little smile grows only wider as she all but deadweights into Victoria's side, so much so she practically drags the girl down to the floor with her. 

“That's so not a word.”

“It so is,” Victoria barks back, at what's probably an instinctively loud volume, before slapping a hand over her mouth and nearly losing grip of Rachel in the process. “Hey, watch it, you'd better not fucking fall. I'll leave you out here and let everyone else find you like that in the morning, don't fucking test me, Amber.”

It's no different in tone or timbre than anything else Victoria's been saying, but Rachel doesn't take it as harmless humor.

“Don't,” she begs, outright; voice suddenly soft and serious. Max watches her mischievous expression melt into one of anxious regret as she scrambles to straighten herself back up. “Please. I'll be good, promise.”

That's when Max finally stumbles out of her doorway to approach them. 

Victoria spots her coming and lets out a sigh of relief. “Oh, thank fuck. Max, get over here and take your pathetic whiny cat before she starts crying on me again.” 

“Are– Are you two okay?” Max asks in a whisper, semi-rhetorical, rushing up to Rachel's other side. 

Rachel wastes not a single second letting go of Victoria to latch onto Max instead.

“Yeah, yeah, we're fine,” Victoria grumbles, despite the concern threatening to show in her features. “Somebody just forgets what a fucking joke is when she gets too shitfaced.” 

“And Vicky’s lying ‘bout that whole crying thing, by the way,” Rachel adds, entirely not an answer to Max's question and muffled in the girl's shirt sleeve as she buries her face in her shoulder. “I don't do that.”

Annoyance returns to Victoria's expression in record time, and she rolls her eyes with near lethal force. “Christ, you're a menace.”

“I'm a delight,” Rachel counters with a haughty little huff, still sounding uncharacteristically unsteady. “Aren't I, Max?”

In any other context, this might fluster her, but right now all it does is make Max's chest tighten with worry. She wraps an arm around Rachel in return, resting a tentative hand on her back. 

“Of course you are,” she answers, equally unsteady and equally genuine. “And thanks, Victoria. For getting her back safe.”

“Sure, whatever,” Victoria shrugs. “She's your problem now, Caulfield. Have fun.”

She stalks off in the direction of her own room, and Max decides it's probably best not to mention how much she's struggling to walk straight even without Rachel hanging off of her. Although, as Max convinces Rachel to let go of her long enough to continue heading down the hall, she finds the act of trying to keep balance for the both of them is indeed quite difficult. They're almost at Rachel's door when she murmurs something that has Max doubling down on the already immense doubt of the idea of leaving her on her own. 

“M’Sorry for bein’ your problem. You still… You still like me, right?” 

For a minute, Max is almost too taken aback to answer. But she recovers quickly enough. 

“You're not a problem, Rachel,” she assures in a mumble of her own, mind instantaneously made up as she slowly veers them over towards her room instead; thankfully not far. “And yes, I still like you. It's gonna take a lot more than that to change my mind, silly.” 

There's a stretch of silence as they finally shuffle their way into Max's dorm. She hopes the shaky attempt at lightening the mood at least served its purpose.

“Really?” Rachel asks in earnest, apparently not even registering the fact that Max is trying to get her to sit down. She wraps the girl up in another simultaneously languid and overzealous hug, unwittingly leaning most of her weight against her as she nuzzles into her hair. “Mm, that's so nice. How come you're so nice t’me?”

Max can't help but frown at that. 

“Why shouldn't I be?” she muses as she manages to detangle herself from Rachel's grasp and set her down on the edge of the bed, not expecting an actual answer.

But Rachel does, in fact, have an answer to such a question. 

“I’m nothin’ but a fraud,” she says, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, blinking up at Max with all the heart-wrenchingly pitiable shame of a kitten caught playing with something they aren't supposed to. “One day, you n’ Chloe are gonna wake up n’ come to your senses. And when you walk away, I'll smile for you ‘cause I know it'll be all my fault you're leaving. I'd leave me, too.”

Max finds herself stunned into silence for a second time in one night. Rachel offers only a wavering smile as she continues.

“S’Why I like to leave first, see? But I–”

Her voice hitches, and she makes no attempt to hide her face even as tears well up and start dripping down her reddened cheeks. 

“I think I like you guys too much, ‘cause I never wanna leave,” she admits, her smile crumbling under its own weight as she adds in a small, wilted whisper; “I don't want you to go, either.” 

Before she can run herself any farther down the endlessly winding paths of worst case outcomes, Max takes the girl's face in her hands, tucking some stray hair aside and running a thumb along Rachel's cheekbone. 

“Hey, hey, nobody's leaving anybody, okay? And here I thought I was the one with the catastrophizing problem.”

Rachel refuses to meet her gaze. 

“I'm not catrasto– catastrophying– catastrophing–” She heaves a harsh, watery sigh. “I'm just… planning ahead. S’Good to be prepared.”

Max gives her a somber smile, trying to brush away some of her tears. “Y’know, that sounds like something I’d say when you're telling me I'm overthinking things.”

Rachel pulls back, petulant and pensive expression quickly hidden in her sleeves as she rubs at her eyes. Max moves to sit beside her instead, inching close enough their shoulders almost touch. Almost. 

“... Is that why you drank so much tonight? Too much planning ahead?”

“No,” Rachel insists, in spite of how she sounds like a lost child. “Maybe. Would– Would you be mad at me?”

It's sort of fascinating, in a morbid, viscerally upsetting kind of way. To see Rachel so uncertain of something, to see her lost in the whirlwind of hopelessly intertwined honesty and fear; all the while knowing full well she wouldn't dare say any of this out loud if she weren't absolutely goddamn plastered. And as bad as it sounds, the fact that she didn't immediately deny being as wasted as she is just adds another layer of uncanny concern to the whole situation.

Equal parts melancholic and honeyed, Max says, “I'm not mad at you. I'm just worried.” 

“Promise? I know you're a better liar than Chloe is.” 

Max tries not to feel too wounded by that. She's always thought Rachel's silver tongue must have its limits.

She lays the barest hint of her hand over Rachel's beside her. “I promise, baby.”

Rachel goes quiet again for a minute or two before eventually leaning in to rest her head on Max's shoulder with a half-hearted whine. “Sometimes I think I don't deserve how nice you are, Max.” 

“I think you're just too hard on yourself,” Max tells her, small but weighted. “Chloe would say the same thing if she were here.”

“Nuh-uh.” Rachel turns further into Max's side, one hand reaching to idly toy with the hem of her pajama shirt. “She'd say I'm being a dumbass.”

“Exactly.” Max shifts around a bit so she can wrap an arm around Rachel and keep her close. “That's her way of telling you you're too hard on yourself.” 

“... Yeah,” Rachel finally agrees, sounding an awful lot like she's crying again. “I know.” 

Max lets her stay like that for a while, but there comes a point where she has to bite the bullet and call attention to it. She tries to be gentle, at least. 

“We should probably get you to bed soon, huh?” she asks in a hesitant whisper. “I bet you're tired. You should have some water first, though. You're gonna have such a headache in the morni–”

Before Max can finish the thought, she's pushed back onto the bed and held down with all the speed and cunning of a cat trapping a mouse beneath its paws. Rachel cements her new position overtop of Max by curling up and wrapping her arms around the girl's waist, burying her face in her shirt. 

“Don’t need any,” she says, no doubt far more weak and timid than she intends. “Won’t get a headache.”

“Rachel.” Max calls her name in a murmur both ashen and sugared. She tries to wriggle her way out from underneath the girl so she can sit back up, and fails miserably. “Rach, c'mon, let me grab you some–” 

“No.”

If Max didn't know any better, she'd call that a whimper. 

“Just– Stay. Please?” 

Despite her reluctance, it's not much of a dilemma. Not if Rachel is asking like that. 

“Okay, okay,” Max secedes with a soft sigh, frowning when Rachel only curls up tighter. She reaches down to card her fingers through the girl's hair. “Hey, it's alright. I'm here. You've got me.” 

“All night?” Rachel asks, laden with unwilling drowsiness and more pitiful than Max has ever heard her. “You'll– You'll still be here when I wake up, right? You're not gonna run away like I do?”

Max wonders if Rachel will even remember any of this in the morning.

It wouldn't change her answer. 

“All night,” she echoes, steadfast and strong even as she whispers it into the sullen dark. “I'll be right here. Promise.” 

[jay-wasreblogging]

No idea what the ettiquette is for things like this but I adore your brain esp with Sherlock and Mycroft. pLEASE share any of your thoughts/hopes/expectations for s&c Mycroft (and his + Sherlock’s dynamic) 🙏

I swearrrr all of yous in the Sh&Co fandom are so sweet!! 🥹

As for my thoughts/hopes/expectations, It usually comes up randomly in my head but I would say...

Thoughts:

Mycroft hasn't been mentioned (except by the writer's that there isn't a voice actor for him yet) and this fits in with the surprise John and the audience will get when he is introduced. I'm excited for that but tbh I don't have any other thoughts, when he does appear DW I'll tag you in my post of thoughts :))

My hopes/expectations is that:

Mycroft is not slim. LISTENNNN LISTENNNN OKAYY, often hes portrayed as slim due to medical/mental issues which I still love btw (the approach to his character with these are some of the most powerful fics I have ever read) I just want a Mycroft that is a big boy and I hope he is.

Mycroft doesn't worry about Sherlock that often due to seeing him online with John now, he also follows the podcast, twitter account and is definitely on their patreon. That's why we haven't heard of him so far because there's no need for him to contact Sherlock. He's going to make a comment about the podcast and the detective career when he's introduced though.

Lestrade and Mycroft actually keep in touch quite often- not just due to Sherlock but cause of Lestrade being the DI and Mycroft being the government would mean they would cross paths more often than not. Especially true in hostage negotiations and/or terrorists attacks!! Lestrade would have to be present as it's all hands on deck and Mycroft may just be needed for 'cleanup' afterwards. They both could be introduced at the same time or within episode of each other. If not, they will know each other soon!!

Mycroft and Sherlock will do their iconic back and forth deduction but with both Mariana and John present. 👀

Mycroft doesn't drink alcohol nor consumes anything that wasn't made then tested - can't risk being intoxicated or poisoned when he could be called up at any moment, there's no time for resting. He does throw caution to the wind when he eats at Sherlock's though, hoping for a scene where they are having dinner together.

John will have direct contact with Mycroft just like Lestrade after they meet, this allows Mycroft to be a reoccurring character (FINGERS CROSSED MY GUYS!).

Mycroft is going to have a one on one conversation with John off the record about the case of The Greek Interpreter and John will definitely record it and then later plans to delete/censor it but Sherlock says not to and just publish it raw because why not. It be funny lol.

Further head-canons (some are also hoped or expected) because now I'm lost in the sauce and can't stop:

Mycroft has never worried about himself too much outside of work reasons, he was too busy taking care of Sherlock + the estate and handling incompetent politicians and global political leaders to ever care.

Sherlock was and is a danger to everything alive or objects - including himself!! This especially when he was a child doing any sort of experiment because often touch and tasting is the first thing done, so Mycroft aged like 20 years when Sherlock was a child in his 'i must grab and put this foreign thing in my mouth' phase. One time he wanted to touch and taste the insides of his bee plushie - it was just cotton tho (and a heart attack for Mycroft).

He is the reason Sherlock has expensive tastes and was unable to lean him off it due to having the exact palette as well. He's the reason Sherlock is spoiled about his groceries but don't say that to Mycroft because he did his best...not really but he likes his branded sweets okay.

Mycroft (as he is a big boy) needed suits that were custom made for him and up to his impeccable standards so he got them commissioned and had the designer he found to also create sensory friendly clothing for Sherlock. 🥹

Mycroft likes John Watson and Mariana a lot, they both love his brother and that's the only thing he could ask for.

Mycroft is a tank!! He is more than capable of neutralising someone if needed - whether hand to hand or by weapon/s - but just like how he isn't a detective, he isn't his own bodyguard nor hitman because he's lazy and that's why you have employees.

Mycroft thought that Sherlock and John are more than friends but gets even more confused when Mariana is there? Then decides it's none of his business really, he needs to focus on easing tensions between the King and the Prime Minister.

Mycroft and Sherlock not only had deduce-offs but also regularly fought one on one hand to hand combat for fun. Mycroft was scared asf tho when Sherlock started to have intense interests in swords, no thank you.

Mycroft unlike his behaviour at work being that of an ice man whose looks could kill, is awkward and shy when it comes to Sherlock. There's not much to talk about when you're siblings whose work requires the utmost confidentiality, can easily deduce what the other did and with one's work famously being published and the other's influence clear in every political news!!

Now that's all I have, I'm sure my brain will come up with some more stuff later on and i'll be sure to tag you in them from now on!!

[defectivevillain]

struck by your lightning, chii

reader’s pronouns: he/him

here’s chapter one [you’ll want to read this first, otherwise this part won’t make much sense]

as i mentioned in part one, this is a chat fic and the formatting was mostly made for ao3. it’s a lil wonky here, so here’s the ao3 version if you’d prefer to read that :)

a lil recap of last chapter: you're assigned to work the red carpet at a national awards gala. there, you interview tons of celebrities, including kaminari! kaminari is super nice & you leave the event feeling exhausted, relieved, and satisfied all at once. you return home to take a light nap, only to wake up to a notification from your phone. it seems kaminari is texting you...? that's weird.

Direct Message

You: SKJNFIOE LK>BFGJSL B>GEJRHKR BLWUIFKGJ ER

Kaminari Denki: u good?

You: TOTALLY COMPLETELY FINE

Kaminari Denki: OKAY, GOOD ?

You: YEP…

You: 😶

Kaminari Denki: 😶 😶

You: sorry i didn’t believe you

You: i have to be careful with messages from unknown numbers…

You: well, you get it, i’m sure.

Kaminari Denki: ya i get it

You: also, i have something to say to you

Kaminari Denki: wassup

You: waffles are better fck u

Kaminari Denki: ur so wrong.

You: I AM ABSOTLEUYL NOT

Kaminari Denki: LMFAO YOU ABSOTLEUYL ARE

You: FUCK U

Kaminari Denki: 😘

You: hold on. hold onnnnnn.

You: how’d u get this number ??

You: pls don’t tell me my number is leaked

Kaminari Denki: nahhh it’s not leaked

____

You have to breathe a sigh of relief at that. It’s not like you’re an important public figure or anything, but the thought of anyone having access to your phone number sends shivers down your spine. You already get enough spam calls.

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Kaminari Denki: i got ur number cuz…

Kaminari Denki: idol perks

You: you just asked my coworker, didn’t you

Kaminari Denki: yup

You: sigh…

Kaminari Denki: they told me that if i hurt you

Kaminari Denki: they’d murder me

You: gsjfdkheng3oaejk….

You: just give me a moment to scream

Kaminari Denki: …

You: ok im bck

Kaminari Denki: LOL dude ur good dw abt it 😭

Kaminari Denki: i thought it was kinda cute actually

You: unfortunately, they were dead fucking serious… they could kill a bitch

You: i wouldn’t be surprised if they’ve already killed someone, actually…

Kaminari Denki: well that’s comforting

You: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

You: also, congrats on the award !

Kaminari Denki: thx

Kaminari Denki: does this mean you’ll listen to my music now?

You: maybe

Kaminari Denki: hmph :/

You: why?

Kaminari Denki: why what?

You: idk. why do you care? it’s not like my listening will give you any money

Kaminari Denki: …

Kaminari Denki: cause ur cute and i like you?

You: what

Kaminari Denki: wha

You: what

Kaminari Denki: wha

You:

Kaminari Denki: welp i’m just gonna go then 🏃🏃🏃

You: no waittt

You: sorry, you just surprised me

Kaminari Denki: no one’s ever said that to you before?

You: well, i mean, yeah, but…

Kaminari Denki: who. when. where. why.

You: plssss

You: what album should i start on then

Kaminari Denki: lightning

You: oki

Kaminari Denki: tell me how u like it after ;0

You: okiii

You: alr i’m gonna go to bed

Kaminari Denki: gn (´｡• ω •｡`)

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Kaminari: it’s been a week are you alive

____

You grimace at the notification displayed on your lock screen. Admittedly, you hadn’t meant to ignore him- time just slipped away from you. Guilt stews in your chest all the same.

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You: no i’m definitely not

Kaminari: sooo what’d ya think

You: oh SHIT that’s what i forgot to do

You: im so sorryyyyy the agency has been running me ragged 🙏

Kaminari: don’t apologize for doing ur job,, lol

Kaminari: what are they having you do?

You: whaleeee

You: before, i was more of a local reporter

You: but since the awards, i’ve actually been interviewing other celebrities and stuff

Kaminari: oh

You: it’s weird, tbh

Kaminari: ya a lot of music folks are pretty weird

You: says you

Kaminari: oi! i’m not weird 😡

You: im jk lolll

Kaminari: you know for a reporter you have awful grammar

You: well fck u2 then

Kaminari: :P

You: people keep recognizing me now,,, it’s weird

You: like literally a girl came up to me yesterday and was like “you interviewed kaminari!!”

Kaminari: oh shit lol

You: right?

You: other than that, i’ve been good

You: hbu? you’ve probably been busy

Kaminari: nah, not that much. just writing new music.

You: oh cool

You: speaking of music

You: i really liked your album

Kaminari: rly? u listened to it?

You: ofc i did!!!! it was cool

Kaminari Denki: what was ur fave song :P

You: probably shockwave!

You: it was very heartfelt

Kaminari: yeah… i wrote that one in the midst of a breakup

You: awe :(

You: at least it made a great song, haha

Kaminari Denki: yeah, that’s a good way to think about it actually

You: 😌

Kaminari Denki: so what other music do you listen to, then?

Kaminari Denki: besides mine, obviously

You: i listen to sero’s music sometimes

Kaminari Denki: skljehgeiroljhngejlrkshg

You: have you heard of him?

Kaminari Denki: …

Kaminari Denki: yes

You:

Kaminari Denki:

You:

You: r u good?

You: u got rly weird all of a sudden

Kaminari Denki: one sec, i need to kill a bitch

You: wut

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Direct Message

Kaminari: SERO I AM GOING TO MURDER YOU

Sero Brain Cells: I’M SORRY I DIDN’T MEAN TO RIP YOUR POSTER

Sero Brain Cells: IT WAS AN ACCIDENTTTTTT

Kaminari: what

Sero Brain Cells: what

Kaminari: what poster.

Sero Brain Cells: ohshit💀

Kaminari: sero. what poster.

Sero Brain Cells: ur limited edition one….? ha…… ha……

Kaminari: wow i am literally going to kill you twice

Sero Brain Cells: NO PLS SPARE ME

Kaminari: and to think that wasn’t even what i was going to talk to you about

Kaminari: damn

Kaminari: ok. focus, kaminari.

Sero Brain Cells: i swear i’ll make it up to you bro

Kaminari: you will?

Sero Brain Cells: yes just ask for a favor. any favor and i’ll do it

Kaminari: perfect. stop making music forever.

Sero Brain Cells: okay

Kaminari: nice

Sero Brain Cells: great

Kaminari: perfect

Sero Brain Cells: wait WHAT THE FUCK

Kaminari: u heard me hoe

Sero Brain Cells: wtf crawled up ur ass dude

Kaminari: i asked my friend what kind of music he listens to and he said yours

Sero Brain Cells: holy shit ur talking to that reporter?

Kaminari: HOW IN THE HELL

Kaminari: LITERALLY HOW DID YOU KNOW

Sero Brain Cells: lmfaooo

Sero Brain Cells: kami, i know all of ur other friends. bc they’re also my friends.

Kaminari: sighhhhh

Sero Brain Cells: anyway. he listens to my music?

Kaminari: -_-

Sero Brain Cells: that’s cool tbh

Kaminari: -_-

Sero Brain Cells: give him my number, will u?

Kaminari: i despise you

Kaminari: why are we friends

Sero Brain Cells: because i’m sexy and hot and funny?

Kaminari:

Sero: <3 ?

Kaminari: … <3

Sero Brain Cells: and bc i make good music? ;)

Kaminari is offline.

Sero Brain Cells: damn 💀

____

Direct Message

You: u good, dude…? it's been a few days…

Kaminari Denki: definitely… dude.

You: don’t kill sero, pls? I like his music :$

Kaminari Denki: oof

You: i’m messing with you

You: although i do actually like his music a lot

Kaminari Denki: staHp

You: but i like ur music more ;)

Kaminari Denki: DSNJKGLJSNJGFKSGJLS

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Direct Message

Kaminari Denki: oh!! also!!! i completely forgot- u left ur placard on the red carpet the other day

You: oh FUCKKKKKK MEEEEE

Kaminari Denki: i mean if you insist

You:

Kaminari Denki:

You:

Kaminari Denki: [placard.jpg]

[placard.jpg]: A picture of the ever-familiar placard that you had at the red carpet. The back is filled with your rampant scribblings and notes. It’s hardly legible once you really look at it. Upon closer investigation, there’s a note in glittery gold ink at the bottom with a cute doodle of a Pikachu. Evidently, that was Kaminari’s doing.  

You: AKSJHGSDJSHJKHJS THANK YOU FOR SAVING IT

You: omfg that would’ve been so bad if someone else had gotten ahold of it…

Kaminari Denki: yeah some of these notes are hilarious, dude

Kaminari Denki: “Don’t ask Ground Zero anything. Ever.”

You: NOOOOOO you weren’t supposed to see that

Kaminari Denki: “Don’t ask Shoto about his father,” is a rly good one actually

You: oh goddddd pls spare me

Kaminari Denki: dude it’s okay calm down

Kaminari Denki: do u want it back

You: yeah ig

You: wouldn’t want to leak industry secrets 🙄

You: since u have it… can u just mail it to me

Kaminari Denki: don’t have ur address

You: well i’ll just give it to you then, dude

Kaminari Denki: i don’t have postal

You: wut 😶

____

Direct Message

Kaminari: DUDE HELP MEEEEE

Kaminari: SOS SOS SO FUCKING S

Sero Brain Cells: what’d u do this time

Kaminari: so yk how the cuteass reporter dropped his placard and i picked it up

Sero Brain Cells: u did??? dawg ur whipped 💀

Kaminari: THAT’S NOT IMPORTANT

Kaminari: but anyway i texted him abt it today and he said i could just mail it to him

Kaminari: but!! i was hoping to see him again and obv i didn’t want that to happen

Sero Brain Cells: and????

Kaminari: and… [textconvo.screenshot]

Sero Brain Cells: oh i know you did nottttt

Kaminari: I PANICKED AND SAID I DIDN’T HAVE POSTAL

Sero Brain Cells: yeah,,,, i can see that…..

Kaminari: I'M SO DONE

Sero Brain Cells: dude no ur not

Kaminari: wut

Sero Brain Cells: this is ur chance!!!!!! u can get him to hang out w u by offering to give him the placard thingy

Kaminari: have i ever told u that ur a genius

Sero Brain Cells: not enough, evidently

Kaminari: WELL UR A GENIUS

Kaminari is offline.

Sero Brain Cells: well, ty

____

Direct Message

Kaminari Denki: oi i have an idea

You: what’s up

Kaminari Denki: abt the placard

You: yes?

Kaminari Denki: ur agency’s near that one cafe right

You: espressobeanz? yes

Kaminari Denki: i can meet u there tmrw

You: um what

Kaminari Denki: ?

You:

Kaminari Denki:

You: wait what

Kaminari Denki: what?

You: idk, just… don’t you have more important things to do

Kaminari Denki: not rly

You: ok…

Kaminari Denki: plus i wanna hang out :(

You: ohhhh oki

You: wait holup holdup

You: the cafe is kinda public… r u gonna be ok

Kaminari Denki: why wouldn’t i be

You: idk don’t you get mobbed in public whenever people recognize you

Kaminari Denki: i mean yeah but it’s fine

You: u sure?

Kaminari Denki: yep!

You: okiii sounds like a plan then

Kaminari Denki: cool

You: i get off work at 3pm so let’s just meet then?

Kaminari Denki: 👍

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Direct Message

Kaminari: omfg sero ur forgiven for ripping my poster

Sero Brain Cells: HOORAY

Kaminari: im meeting w him tomorrow Ψ(`_´ # )↝

Sero Brain Cells: niiiiice!!

Kaminari: i'm so scared

Sero Brain Cells: what why

Kaminari: i'm scaredddd

Sero Brain Cells: okay okay don’t freak out

Sero Brain Cells: have you picked out an outfit?

Kaminari: nope

Sero Brain Cells: okay so here’s what we’ll do. I’ll meet u at ur place tn and i’ll help u pick out something to wear

Kaminari: and i’ll order food

Sero Brain Cells: YES NOW U GET IT

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You throw your phone on the couch and bury your head in your hands. Your heart is racing at the thought of seeing Kaminari again. You have to pause and take a deep breath to calm yourself down. Thankfully, you have the rest of today to spend freaking about and picking out ten different outfits that you’ll never wear.

As for right now, though… It’s time to distract yourself. You pull up a Youtube video and resolutely pretend not to think about your date tomorrow.  

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chapter 3

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thx for reading <33333

tagging: @tejas-kris​ and @felmierr​ :0 

[igbylicious]

Hey might have accidently sent an ask prematurely ahem not at all embarrassing but you already know I'm writing this at an extremely late time welp this was always bound to happen (T.T) As I was saying... I bow at your brilliance, honestly. You did so well with yet another chapter of what I hope is a never-ending fic at this point because these chapters drops hype me up more than you could know.

HE'S THEIR SANNIE IM GOING TO BURST HOW DARE YOU DO THIS TO MY POOR HEART. Also, I can't blame the reader for simping it's the san effect, really. And woo, the precious boy was doing so well. I just got so emo over it FOR NO REASON. well, the reason was because san was getting emo about it, and AS AN EMPATH- *gun shot noises*

I digress, weird sense of humour humor aside, I truly truly can't express how this chapter changed smth in my brain chemistry. I also love whenever we get mentions of reader having a ~body~ a very well loved one too!!

I'm wondering how much the fic changed from the original plan since you keep adding chapters. Like, was this play session already what you envisioned when you started your plan to write this? It's been truly so much fun to watch it evolve. Do the characters in your head influence the chapters, or do you just get inspiration and feel like it would fit them?? Also, do you ever feel tempted to write from woosan's pov?? Idk I'd like a tour of their minds too. I swear I can just keep pelting you with questions like this till my own fingers wear down from typing. I hope your pillow is always cool on both sides and for you to have a lovely day/night/week/month/LIFE. you deserve it!! 💚💚💚💚

lol dw abt the double ask! (≧◡≦) ♡ and sorry abt the tears and the extra laundry asdjkdaskjadsjk i am frantically handing you tissues (sorry i just hate doing laundry so much asdkjdaskj you’re on your own for that one 🙏)

NO BUT THE SAN SIMP EFFECT IS SO REAL 〒▽〒

Reader: hmm am i feeling a lil bratty today maybe? (¬‿¬ ) San:

Reader: …nevermind 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

(tho tbf there are ALSO plenty of San pics that make me want to misbehave real bad lol. the man’s got the range ♨_♨)

Woo was absolute best boi!!! listen i gotchu i get emo abt him too he just takes it all like a fucking champ and he trusts San SO much („ಡωಡ„)

omg putting the answers to your questions under a cut bc it got kinda long oop <_< tysm for giving me a ramble excuse!!! (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)

the basic scenario of reader and Wooyoung being tied up together is pretty similar to what i originally planned; but the *mood* of the scene is very different

when i first outlined the story, there was no non-sexual bondage; instead i had a vague idea abt Wooyoung still feeling guilty abt overstepping, and that he wanted to work out that guilt through bdsm.

so i had thoughts abt focusing the scene on San paying a lot of attention to reader while Wooyoung gets completely ignored as punishment — and he wouldn’t have permission to cum until she decided he deserved to uwu

but smth abt it all didn’t sit right w/ me from early on, and while writing the Woo/reader lunchdate i realised that she would 100% be uncomfortable w/ being used to punish Woo in *this* specific scenario since she has her own guilt abt that! (also; i felt like this’d be at a stage of their relationship that you gotta talk through some stuff, not fuck through it lol) so i pivoted, added the non-sexual bondage, and it turned into this!

(but if you feel robbed of some spicy moments now; no worries! Woo needing reader’s permission to cum & San ignoring Woo while he fucks the reader have been incorporated in the plans for different chapters (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧)

whether the characters influence the chapters; yes to some extent!

i really am a plantser at heart; i need to know where a fic is going & i need a few solid anchor points between beginning and end; but i also really need empty space to fill up details as i go along, which is usually influenced by what feels ‘right’ for the characters ♡

like; i knew from day 1 that Woo was going to break the no kissing rule, and i knew it would lead to a ‘conflict’ that’d end up strengthening their relationship, but i figured out the exact details along the way (again the their lunchdate did a lot of heavy lifting! writing that scene solidified SO MUCH for me abt Woo & reader’s deal)

now, abt Woosan pov…

the next chapter actually opens w/ San! (but um… you might not thank me for that >_>) i want to do a Woo pov somewhere too, which *might* also happen in the next chapter, but i’m still kindof feeling out what the best spot is ^^

(also i have like half a prequel drabble written down abt the first time Woo brought San flowers home from work (◕‿◕✿) i’m obv focused on the main story for now, but i’d love to finish that after the fic itself is done ^^)

ahhhhhhhhhhh sincerely thankyousomuch for all the amazingly sweet words and for letting me ramble!!! it’s fun to talk abt the ‘behind the scenes’ so to speak hehe („• ֊ •„)

[homesickwhispers]

Hi sweetheart 💗 I love your stories and was wondering if there’s a reason you chose the name Ella or why go with an actual name? I’m so used to fics being with Y/N and just noticed that with your stories immediately. Hope this doesn’t come across rude I’m genuinely just curious. Keep writing and sharing I’m so obsessed hahah

hello my love!!💜💙💚 Oh my God thank you so much for reading my stories, this makes me so insanely happy 😭 it’s still crazy to believe people actually really read and enjoy what I post ahahah cant thank you enough for your time and care. 😘

and thank you so much for your question!! this is suchh an interesting topic as I find myself also constantly questioning myself about this as well ahahaha

I think the explanation is that when I started writing Van, I didn’t do imagines..a few years ago I started (and got back to writing now🥹) a very long fanfic on Wattpad with this specific storyline that included Van and this another character named Ella and that was the only Catb related thing I ever wrote.

I only started being inspired to write actual imagines/ short fics when a beautiful soul from the catb reddit introduced me to the queen @catb-fics a month ago and I binge read everything she posted in a weekend 😭😭 ahaha and that’s how I started getting into the van x reader fics.

but because Ella was my first character everrr and I only wrote Van pairing with her I just got used to every time I write anything involving him, I naturally pull out her name too ahaha it isn’t something conscious that I’do yk? It’s just my brain tricking me and by the time I actually realized what I was doing I already had written half of the Imagines using her name lolll 🥲🥲

i wasnt familiar with van x reader fics at all so using Y/N in my stories is a new concept i only started doing like a week ago ahaha all i ever knew was my girl Ella, she is my ride or die 🙏

and dw this didnt came across as rude at all!! i would also be curious if a writter did this on their stories :,)

i will try to be more careful when posting but I’m ngl, my next two fics already have the name Ella on them ahahaha sorry about that 😅😅😅 but yeah im pretty sure you were not the first person to notice that and im glad you asked bc now everyone can know my not so special explanation regarding the name Ella ahaha

i cant wait to upload my original fic where Ella came from !! i think when i put it out it will be easier for me to separate scenes from Van imagines and “Showtime” (my Wattpad fanfic) from each other

also its so crazy bc im not named Ella and i dont have any close friends that have this name 😭😭😭 i literally just woke up a random day and said ok the name Ella is the chosen one!

tbf Ella’s full name is actually Gabriella Gonzales and I do have one friend called Gabriella but my nickname for her is Bibi, so like ….Ella was just extremely random ahahah

thank you so much for asking, i hope you have a lovely night/day 🫂 sending you a hug and would love to hear back from you!! (I mean i know my answer wasnt anything special or meaningful ahahah but still I think it gives you an insight on how my mind works when Im writing)

Ps: if you read my latest fic, you’ll see i wrote a ps for you there 🥰🥰

[mwebber]

I just finished all of NAYQ and I just want to say a massive thank you.

Thank you for blessing the sebmark fandom with this literal piece of aRt

Thank you for reposting it to tumblr when you so easily could have left it to be swallowed up by time and never seen again

NAYQ is one of my favourite things I think I’ve ever read, better than my favourite books. Your writing style is so incredible and it just makes you remember how much time and effort people put into writing fanfiction only for it to completely flop on the new platform it is uploaded to. Not to say that NAYQ will flop on tumblr but if it does I want you to know that by writing NAYQ you have made at least one person incredibly happy. My Mondays have been brightened by the emails about new NAYQ chapters and I am so grateful for you writing and reuploading it.

(Also side note, is there a fic that covers the events directly after the most recent NAYQ instalment ends? If not plEase write one)

(So to finish off in true me fashion I decided to add some emotion-representing pictures of our favourite murderous boys)

Me when I realised that NAYQ was no longer on ao3:

Me when I realised it had been uploaded to tumblr:

And finally a meme I made (personally, you can tell because it’s so niche) for this very special occasion:

waghgh ;-; thank YOU for this. oh my gosh you're really too nice to me ;____;

honestly even though i feel disconnected from all of it now, i very clearly remember that feeling of pure elation upon completing the project and proofreading it and thinking, god, yeah, i did that.

and nah dw you're right about it flopping--it'll never take off on tumblr, but i'm okay with that! and i'm proud of myself for being okay with that tbh. i think last year i would have been so wrapped up in the numbers game that i would have done mental gymnastics to keep my shit on ao3, and i'd like to view it as a sign of growth that i'm growing a strong moral backbone i feel comfortable sticking to.

re the sequel: we have schrodinger's sequel, which is pretty much not and never going to be in the works, but also has a fully fleshed-out storyline and posts about it. LMAO. i think they're in the nobody asks you questions tag on this account and i might edit this response later to link to them.

thank you again!! you and everybody else who's supported me in this have been fantastic 🙏

[asummersday]

❤️

🦈

🎨

For the writers ask game! <3

❤️ What is your favorite line that you’ve written in a fic?

i'm going to cheat for this one and share my favorite sentence from one of the future chapters of ataimw that i absolutely love

Raph almost glows with pride and relief, and it feels like knives aimed right at every chink in Leo’s armor.

this chapter is going to be so mean and i cant wait to get to it 😈

🦈 Which character is the toughest to write?

i already answered this one here but another character i struggle with so much is Splinter. he's a very interesting and complex character and he's also super hard to write for some reason lol

it's part of the reason why he hasn't shown up in ataimw yet. not the whole reason dw. im struggling to fit him into my plot because then i'd have to juggle with more characters ive never written before. also this poor guy keeps being in the scenes i retcon during the editing process lmao.

(i promise im gonna try to insert him in chapter 7. im so sorry he hasnt shown up yet im scared to write him and get it wrong 🙏)

🎨 If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?

the donnie and leo kitchen scene in chapter 6 of ataimw! i was writing their scene in the lab and then i just had the clearest mental image of leo fixing donnie up in the lair kitchen at 4am or something and i just HAD to write it. it's one of my favorite parts of chapter 6.

but honestly? seeing fanart of any scene from all the ashes in my wake would make me melt into a puddle of pure sunshine. i am NOT picky about that. art of any of my fics always ALWAYS brightens my day <33

thank you for the ask!!

Fanfic Writer Ask Game

[xiaosweetheart]

stupid fuckin' brat.

character: xiao <33

genre: uh. the opener to what will be another long ass fucking smut fic. (probably like 4k words if i had to guess)

summary: after a week of being an absolute brat and pushing all of xiao's buttons he finally snaps on you.

warnings: gn afab reader, brat!reader; angry!xiao, mean!xiao; reader and xiao are in an established relationship dw y'all 🙏; reader is implied to be shorter than xiao (168cm) sorry 💀💀💀

a/n: so. ok i was possessed by The Horny Spirit last night (16 mar. 1am) and wrote all but the last paragraph in one sitting. i'm posting this as is for now otherwise it'll just rot in my drafts, and that's no good at all. i'll write a pt2 fs, but only if y'all ask nicely <3 // anyway i wrote this bc i want xiao to step on my throat and be mean to me lmao

generally speaking, xiao was not a particularly patient person, so why you would ever want to mess with him and push his buttons is far beyond me — but, that's exactly what you had been doing for the last week: getting on every last nerve of his and he could feel his self restraint crumbling with each passing hour.

you had been so persistently annoying all week long, and xiao couldn't tell if you were doing it on purpose or not.

calling out his name for seemingly no reason, pestering him about trivial matters where his concern was not needed, somehow managing to always be in his way. not to mention you had seemed extra clingy as well! and while that was not necessarily a problem in itself, it was the fact that you were all over him in public !!!!!

you had convinced him to go down to the harbour with you three different times this week, today included, and everytime you just could not keep your hands off of him !! (fool him once, shame on you, fool him twice, shame on him, fool him three times? he's just a fool. as annoying as you had been, he still had a hard time telling you no when you dropped the bratty façade and asked him so nicely.)

no matter how many times xiao had smacked your hands away or pushed you off of him when a little peck on the lips had turned into you trying to initiate a full blown makeout session right in the middle of the marketplace, you just kept pawing at him! usually you were very keenly aware that xiao wasn't big on pda in the slightest and made sure to act with that in mind, but recently? not even the slightest attempt had been made. it's like you were trying to embarrass him on purpose!

and oh, how right he'd be to think that. a week ago, you'd decided that you wanted to see how far you could push xiao until he snapped and decided to return the favor (fucking you silly).

so now here you were, on the way back to the inn after leading xiao all over the city today, and you could tell he was on his last few threads of self-restraint.

internally, he was a ticking time bomb. waiting for your last comment or action that would inevitably push him over the edge.

brushing your hand against his, you felt your heart sink just a little when he jerked it back from you on reflex.

stopping in front of him, you immediately dropped your brat act (but not mindset) to sweetly ask him what was wrong or if anything was the matter.

but xiao wasn't gonna fall for your tricks this time.

"nothing. everything's fine," came his curt response, as he walked right on past you to continue on the path back to the inn all while avoiding making any kind of eye contact. bingo. you had him right where you wanted him. now all that was left was to wait until you were back in the safety of your room on the uppermost floor of the inn before enacting phase two of your little scheme.

the sun was just barely peaking past the horizon by the time you two had made it back, and you were fully ready to spring into action until ........... xiao walked right past your room and onto the balcony. that's okay, we can work with that.

carefully, you followed after him, very aware of how tense he seemed to be. this is it. the perfect chance to initiate phase two, the final straw. walking up behind him from where he was looking out over the balcony, you placed your hands on his shoulders. and, to be fair, you were going to offer to rub out some of the stress from his shoulders should this fail to be the last piece of the patience puzzle. it was, however, theast piece of the patience puzzle.

the moment your hands had landed on xiao, he had spun around and taken your hands in his.

"what the fuck?" xiao's eyes were piercing, molten gold irises seemingly glowing (both literally and with sheer irritation and anger). his gaze made you freeze up as your tongue suddenly felt heavy in your mouth — maybe this wasn't such a good idea: a realization you should've had much earlier this week. but, it was far too late to weasel your way out of this now. you wanted to provoke xiao, and now you had to deal with the consequences.

"i—i beg your pardon?" you asked, feigning innocence. you knew good and damn well what you had done.

"don't play stupid with me," he growled, yanking you towards him by your wrists. not expecting his sudden action, you stumbled forward and landed against his chest.

"i have half a mind to fuck you right here on the balcony, but," he paused, letting go of one of your wrists to roughly grab your jaw, squishing your cheeks and forcing you to meet his eyes, "no one else deserves to see how i'm about to fucking ruin you."

masterlist. | pt. 2

[ppnuggie]

hello ppnuggie <3

can i have a lost in space match up please :3?

i go by sunny, my pronouns are she/they and im omnisexual!!

i have short, curly ginger hair and a lot of freckles,, im planing on getting little solar systems tattoed on diffrent clutters of freckles which is not really relevant ig but,, freckles

my eye color is a mix of blue and green and people have actually argued over what my eye color is at school lol,, i dont really have an aesthetic but i do have these really cool pants with doodles on them and a little ufo on the back pocket that says "i need space"

i have a very cheery personality around friends and i would literally die for them,, i dont express myself around my family as much because they can be really judgy and im really sensitive,, and if im around someone i absolutely hate/someone who has wronged me significantly, i will let them know exactly how i feel - if i do have an issue with someone i will always try to solve the issue in a civil mannar without hurting their feelings,, i rely on communication a lot and its an important thing to me with different relationships

but other than that, im very friendly with new people and friends, im very open and try very hard not to be intimidating, because as an antisocial and socially anxious person ik how it feel when talking to knew people,, im definitely more confident over social media and texts than i am in person.

im an artist!!! im graduating a year early from high school and going to one of the country's best art schools!! ive had art set as acareer path in my brain since the 5th grade,, art is my life

i also dabble in creative writting, mostly fanfics but its just so incredible to come up with stories,, im a big book worm,, if im not drawing or watching cartoons/syfi films im reading, could be ao3, wattpad, tumblr fics, poetry, or a physical book i bought, i will read it

i love syfi and action that simmer in some romance ya know,, it just hits diffrent,, especially alien robot themed syfi,, idk my brain just eplodes when i see space robots

i hate being surrounded by clutter, my surroundings affect my mental state so i try to be as clean as possible to keep my attitude and motivation up :))

i have anxiety + social anxiety,, especially if im alone in crowded/public spaces- went on a college field trip once in middle school and i had a break down at taco bell because none of my friends were there and i was surrounded by strangers,, students or not,,

i hate broccoli and coliflower and public speaking/presentation assignments

im sorry if this is too much? ive never asked for a match up before but the ones ive seen are kinda lengthy so im not too sure :// i might do another match up ask in the future for tfp if its still open i love those funky dudes

anyways thank you for reading my tf stuff and requesting it was the highlight of my week !!! :D

ahh tysm for requesting !! 🥹🥹🙏❤️ im so sorry i havent been able to reply to the comments and stuff you make on my posts 😭😭 i promise im not ignoring you ,, its just this isnt my main blog but instead a side blog ,, my main one i dont bother or toucb anymore 😭😭 but my dms are definitely open if you ever wish to talk or so <33 and np !! i cant wait to see the finished result for the request :D i like your work so much 🥹 its rlly good !! heres you matchup <33 under the thing ,, and dw ,, you can request again for tfp bc no ones rlly requested so far 😭🙏 congrats on the art school tho ! :D hope you do have fun with that !!

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 : robot !! :D

𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐒 :

• he would stay around you often ,, not bothering to spend time with others and instead stick close to you unless you told him not to

• hes very curious about you ,, lights swirling around inside the glass on his face ,, he finds you interesting and nice to be around

• whilst hes not all that sure about humans just yet ,, as they all act differently from one another ,, he does feel safer and more comfortable around you

• whenever he catches glimpses of your drawings he tilts his head to the side ,, wondering about them in his mind

• he loves to see your drawings ,, how each varies differently from one to another ,, it just makes more memories for him

• he has tried to draw something for you before ,, wanting to indulge in this littke artistic hobby of yours and make something ,, though it was only in the dirt as he doesnt know how to use pencils and stuff yet

• he’ll help you with public spaces and crowds and strangers as best as he can ,, making it known hes there for you shall you need some reassurance <3

𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎

the small stick glided around in the dirt ,, shapes starting to form as he moved it about. he had his mind focused on a plant form ,, gazing back and forth at it as he tried to mimick its shaping. the lights swirled softly inside the glass ,, hand moving to make another shape.

once finished ,, he turned to look up at you. the lights never once stopped swirling ,, a soft hum coming from robot as he awaited for your reaction. laid there in the dirt had been a mishapened flower ,, the one just a little bit in front of you two.

he hoped you liked it somewhat ,, hoping you’ll enjoy his creation as much as he enjoys yours. the lights slowed their pace ,, blue gazing into your eyes as he awaited.

[yagamisdiary]

this is so random but i’m afraid i’m starting to like eldia more than i do parasite…. HELP

the fact eldia is more than likely no where near finished and i’m already starting to love it more.. IDK IT JUST THE WAY JEAN TALKS ABOUT Y/N IN HIS MIND N SHIT AND HOW HE LOOKS AT HER HAS A FIRM GRIP ON ME?? it’s a different type of love which i love sm. that’s not me saying oh parasites y/n and eren aren’t in love AT ALL. it’s just different to other fics? i don’t know if that makes sense. like you’ll get the odd time you’ll see the boy think of the girl like that, well they always do but it’s not always stated but in this it is and i love it sm LIKE I CANT EXPLAJN IT. Just the way he UGHHH THE WAY HE EVERYTHINGS WITH HER. I know it’s more because of the time period so thoughts and how they go about love might be a tincy tiny bit different but it reminds me of how Simon looked at Daphne AND AHHHH IDK. it’s just i’ve ALWAYS wanted to read a fic where we get to see the boy not only being like “oh yeah she’s a diamond in my eyes, she’s hot, she’s cute” i know there the usual stuff most boys would think.

this isn’t me saying (for the next part) anything i’m saying here is what eren does in parasite i’m comparing different fics i’ve read, i like how in parasite you can see that eren does try keep this masculine like wall up to protect himself from harm but y/n and his feelings towards her can bring it down in and instant and we can see tjag with the way he acts and talks about her so dw in no way am i talking about parasite it’s literally my fav fic LMAO

but ughhh the amount of times i’ve wanted to see the guys thoughts and him just properly expressing his feelings for her even just to himself and it not being just a few times, i don’t know if that makes sense? It’s like some authors don’t want what they would consider “soft” or maybe even “femininity” in the boy for just expressing love but i’m so glad you show it to us in jean because i only ever see it in certain period dramas like little women, or bridgerton 😭 i think it’s got to do with the time periods as well, well mmm not really men back then were very harsh maybe the universe of little women or bridgerton that is made? i know tjag makes no sense but it’s a more soft version of the time especially bridgerton which i like since we get to see more diversity and more love even tho there is quite a lot of misogyny but idk if that makes sense

and i know you said before something about top eldia jean and top eren parasite and how eren in parasite is easier to become a bottom then eldia jean will be because of his pride so i know eldia jean has way more pride and constantly works on his masculinity so i do think he’s more of it then what parasite eren portrays so it’s definitely the time period probably but you can see it coming down now cause of y/n and i love it 😭🙏

HOEPFULLY YOU UNDERSTAND ANYWAYS LOBE YOU AND THANK YOU FOR THIS HOTTIE JEAN

AHHHHH

no i agree i sorta love eldia more too 😭 idk maybe it’s just i know my writing has improved now

and i really wanted to make jean soft because canon him is such a simp like hello have you seen him with mikasa

the whole top thing, eren definitely is a switch i feel he has his moments where he’s a top like the one time he bent yn over the kitchen counter LMFAO and i think parasite yn like to be a bottom too but she also has very top moments

i feel like eldia yn is more a bottom just because she’s so new to it and stuff but even though jean is a top he’s so weak to her and does anything she’ll ask of him so that’s why she gives top energy

IDK IF THAT MADE SENSE ????