#i've yet to visit the other towns oop

[lunacias]

it’s dangerous to go alone! 

finished the rito village quest recently! travelling with tulin was everything to me 

[stormz369]

☕💖 Can I Get Your Number? ☕💖 Ch 3

Jason Todd x Chubby! Reader (fem)

written with a female reader in mind, first person pov, no use of Y/N, fluffy, mild angst, will probably get NSFW later, let me know if there's anything else I should tag this with!

warnings: reader character dealing with anxiety from previous chapter (non-descriptive),hinted at trauma from fatphobia, hints of Jason's self esteem and body image issues, otherwise it's fluff central

word count: 2.2k (oops? 😅)

Chapter Selection

Ding!

I looked over at my phone, briefly considering not picking it up. When I got through my front door I had ripped my jeans off, suddenly hating everything touching me. I showered, scrubbing the night off until my skin was raw and tingling, and now I was curled up on my bed sheets, having a good cry. I didn't really want to talk to anyone right now…

Ding! Ding! … Ding!

God, whoever it was was insistent though … I sighed softly and picked it up, checking the messages:

Jason: Good morning! I am so sorry for the sudden disappearance - my phone broke on my way to visit my brother! 

3:15am

Jason: Just got back into town, so I've finally got the sim card in an old one for now.

3:17am

Jason: I feel bad, I owe you a week of good mornings! 😭

3:17am

Jason: And sorry for spamming you - I just didn't want you to think the worst for a second longer than necessary…

3:18am

I stared at the screen for a long while. Jason was back … just like Red Hood said. Huh… 

Me: Don't worry about it, shit happens!

3:40am

Jason: … What are you still doing up? 

3:41am

I briefly considered telling him everything. Maybe it would feel good to tell someone … or maybe it would feel even worse. We didn't really know each other yet, who knew how he would react? Nausea gripped my stomach and I shook my head, taking a few deep breaths before replying.

Me: Just got home is all. Picked up a late shift tonight.

3:50am

Jason: That's a hell of a late shift, that must have sucked!

3:52am

Me: … Yeah, honestly it wasn't great… 😔

3:53am

Jason: What are you doing tomorrow?

3:54am

Me: Nothing in particular, y?

3:56am

Jason: That settles it then! No more excuses, come hell or high water I will see you tomorrow!

3:56am

I stared at the screen, not sure how to feel about that idea. I did want to see him again, but I also really just wanted to sleep for 48 hours straight…

Jason: Seriously, name a time and place. We'll do anything you want! 😁

3:59am

Me: You don't have to do that, Jason - you just got back! Don't you need to work?

4:00am

Jason: Nope! We came back a day early, so I am all yours!

4:02am

Me: … All mine, huh? 😏

4:05am

Jason: 100%! Anything you want, name it!

4:06am

Me: … Gotham City Mall, meet in front of the bookstore at … say 4?

4:08am

Jason: Perfect, see you in 12 hours! Good night

4:08am

Me: Good night Jason

4:09am

I was exhausted, but couldn't seem to sleep. I was still coming down from the anxiety and adrenaline from being attacked, and now I was also nervous and tentatively excited about seeing Jason. This was the step that usually proved someone was playing games with me. I sighed softly, sliding a hand down my soft tummy. I didn't mind the way I was shaped, but other people sure had a way of making it seem like the end of the world… I silently begged the universe; let this one be good. No more games, let it be real this time…

When I finally did sleep, my dreams were filled with red. Blood all over the pavement, staining everything. Red chrome staring me down as I cried. Large hands, so gentle against my cheeks, pulling me against a warm, broad chest…

I woke with a start and peered over at my discarded clothes in a heap from the night before. Red Hood's flannel peaked out from under my ruined pants, taunting me; I was about to go on a date and I was dreaming about another man? A man I was surely never going to see again no less? That's real healthy, well done Brain.

I stepped over the clothes on the floor, not wanting to deal with the mess left over from last night, and selected a cute but comfortable outfit. I ate a quick breakfast, spent longer than I'd care to admit on my hair and makeup, and headed downstairs to catch the bus to the mall.

My anxiety grew as I approached the front doors. It’s a trick, it must be a trick. The cold air conditioning hit me in the face, a welcome respite from the summer heat, and I made my way toward the bookstore. He's a hottie, and really sweet. Or at least knows how to play sweet. He's definitely not actually interested. I could see the sign for the bookstore on the other side of the mall. And he's a Wayne too! What could a Wayne want with me?? … Oh god, I threatened them, didn't I? I told the little one I'd stab them if they came back to the table. Why did I say that???

I blinked a bit, pausing. That was him, leaned against the wall right next to the bookstore. He had actually shown up. I watched him scroll on his phone for a minute before looking up and scanning the crowd. When his eyes landed on me I continued walking toward him. He pocketed his phone, kicked off the wall, and walked over to meet me, a little grin lighting up his face.

“You're actually here…” the words left my mouth before I could reconsider, my disbelief apparent in my tone. Jason looked a bit confused at that, awkwardly rubbing the back of his head.

“Well, yeah? … You said 4, right?”

“Sorry! Yes, I said 4. I just … I honestly wasn't sure this was … real…”

“Why wouldn't it be real?”

I blushed a bit, clearing my throat slightly; “n- never mind! Sorry, I had a weird week; my brain hasn't fully caught up.”

He nodded a little, smiling gently. “Well, I hope it's getting better at least.”

I nodded. “Yeah, it is. Thanks. … So, what should we do?”

“Like I said last night; anything you want.”

“Well, … we're right here, do you want to start at the bookstore?”

He nodded and fell into step beside me, smiling gently. I could feel his eyes on me as I walked into the store, browsing the aisles. It was odd how comfortable this was; he was a good half foot taller than me, and at least 200 pounds of pure muscle. If his arms and cheek were any gauge he was absolutely covered in old scars, and he had a bandage on one forearm so whatever gave him the scars probably wasn't confined to the past.

I should be terrified - everything about my upbringing told me this was a dangerous situation to be in. But when I saw the look in his eyes, like I was the most interesting thing in the world, all of my self-defense training fell out of my head. The voices urging me to get to safety quieted, all my instincts stilled, and there was peace. His eyes were so beautiful… 

“... Is there something on my face?” He blushed a bit, chuckling awkwardly.

I blinked, looking away. “Sorry! I wasn't staring, I just …”

“... Did you want to ask about this?” he pointed to the scar on his cheek.

“Huh? No! I have a policy of not asking people about stuff like that; you'll tell me or not on your own time. No, I just … I like your eyes is all …’’ I blushed brightly, staring at but not reading the back cover of a book.

“... My eyes?” I nodded, still pretending to read the back cover. “... You're really not going to ask about my scars?”

“Unless you want to talk about them, it's not any of my business.”

“... You're a very unusual girl.”

“Because I'm not going to pry about something you may or may not want to talk about, particularly on a first date?”

“Well, they're usually the first thing anyone wants to talk to me about. If they don't avoid me in the first place…”

I frowned a bit at that. If we met under any other circumstances, I would have taken one look at him and ducked my head to avoid an interaction. “... People suck…”

“It's not their fault; I'm intimidating…” I cautiously looked over at him. He was also staring at a book cover, a pensive little frown on his face.

“... I don't think you're intimidating.”

His eyes darted over and back to the book, and the corner of his mouth curled up ever so slightly. “... Thanks.”

I nodded, setting the book down. “.... So …”

“So? …”

“... Play a game?”

He chuckled, looking over at me. “A game?”

I nodded. “You tell me some of your favorite things in books, I'll tell you some of mine. We separate, select a few of our favorites that the other might like, and reconvene.”

“Alright. Is there a way to win this game?”

“Well I assume we'll each pick at least one book the other hasn't read, so we'll get to make each other read at least one of our favorites. That sounds like a win to me.”

He chuckled. “Alright. Meet back up at those comfy chairs in the back?”

I nodded, telling him some of my favorite tropes, genres, and settings. He did the same, and we darted in opposite directions. He beat me back there, but I eventually approached with a small stack, falling into the seat next to him.

He gestured toward my books; “ladies first.”

I tucked my feet under me, passing him each book in turn and making a case for it. He took each one, read the back cover, and listened intently. He had read one of them, and I figured he'd pick one of the others, if that, but he insisted he was going to get them all. When it was his turn, I wasn't entirely sure what to expect, but Pride and Prejudice wasn't the first thing that came to mind. 

“I've seen a few movie adaptations, but I haven't gotten around to reading it.” I smiled softly, taking the book. It was a beautiful blue cover with swirling calligraphy font in gold.

“An unparalleled tragedy - I insist this is the one you're taking home!” I giggled at his determined tone and nodded.

“Yes, sir!” I made a little mock salute, trying not to smirk at the sudden wave of pink overtaking his face. “... Well, what else do you have for me?”

He cleared his throat awkwardly, looking at the books in his hands. “Ah, um …”

One by one he passed me Hamlet, the Three Musketeers, a book of Greek myths, and … a trashy romance?

“... Not gonna lie, this is an unexpected choice.” I read the back. It looked like your typical bodice ripper.

He chuckled, blushing a bit. “Look, it was the only book I had access to one day and I was losing my mind with boredom. But if you give it a chance, it's actually really well written, and the love interest isn't one of those creepy possessive guys the genre is known for, so …”

I nodded, taking a picture of the book covers. “I will give it a chance then!”

“... Why are you taking a picture of them?”

“... To get later? I'll start with this one, since you were so determined that I read it.” I held up Pride and Prejudice. Jason gathered up the others, putting them on his stack, then gently took Pride and Prejudice from me as well.

“Or I could just get them for you.” 

“What? Jason, no. I mean, that’s really sweet of you, but that's way too much!” Between the books he'd picked out for me and the ones I'd selected for him, he was holding at least $200 in his hands. And he'd picked the pretty hardcovers too! 

He shook his head. “I've had to cancel on you at least 5 times, and then I disappeared with no warning. You have been incredibly patient and understanding, and I will make today worth it.”

I blushed brightly, a bit surprised. “Jason, … you're worth waiting for. I enjoy talking to you, you don't have to spend money on me for today to be worth my time.”

He looked away uncomfortably, bright red, holding the stack of books to his chest. “... I … I like talking to you too … just let me do this, yeah? Call it a first date splurge.”

“... Alright, if you're sure. But I don't want you making a habit of this.”

He nodded, smiling softly. “Don't worry; I know you're a strong, independent woman.”

I nodded once, chuckling. “Damn right.”

Jason grinned, god he had an infectious grin, and led me to stand in line together. He held the stack of books in one hand, and we chatted a bit more while we waited for our turn. I was looking at a selection of little plushies in the impulse items when I felt something brush ever so slightly against my finger. I looked down; his trembling hand was next to mine, his pinky slightly extended toward me. I chuckled softly, extending mine toward him, and gently linked our fingers together. He stiffened ever so slightly before relaxing into it, gently squeezing back.

Next ->

Divider by @saradika (and my thanks for making them free to use!)

Taglist (let me know in the comments if you want to be added or dropped!)

@jawdropforkpop @krys0210 @snowy-violet @superthoughts @wordsfromshona

[dabisqueen]

Without Consent

Permission to use the art granted by the artist. Please refrain from using the art without permission. Shar's too cute of a button to deal with that.

Dabi x fem!Reader

⇢ word count: roughly 2.3K

⇢ plot: you (more or less) accidentally bump into Dabi and are in for a big surprise

⇢this is kind of the SFW version. I still recommend NOT reading it with others around, especially not your boss hehe

⇢ warnings: 18+, minors DNI, Dabi being the flirty tease we all love, (somewhat) consensual restraining of the reader, steamy makeout session (ok ok, mostly just kissing) but also some dry-humping resulting in a wet spot on Dabi's pants—oops!

⇢ personal note: I've always wanted to write something inspired by @sharlockart ´s art. I got her permission to go ahead and booooooom! Here we are!  Thanks to @blankexpressions-and-falsefires for being my beta this time. You're the best!

It was then that you felt it. The lingering feeling of someone watching you. You looked up to find two incredibly piercing azure irises pointed sharply at you.

Shit.

The bright blue of his eyes turned dark as he continued to side-eye you with an unmoving expression. Your face went ablaze and you instantly dropped your gaze, shoving your phone with trembling hands back in the pocket of your jacket. Cursing inwardly a few times for having been caught staring, you hastily turned to make your way through the crowd across the intersection. You took a peek over your shoulder, a wave of relief washing over you when you didn't see him among the people behind you. 

By "him" you meant one of the most dangerous villains in the country, Dabi.

You would have recognized him anywhere– the usual bored expression on his face, that all too familiar messy raven hair with bangs falling over his brows. The mauve scarred skin—

—and the piercing blue eyes. 

It still sent chills up your spine recalling the moment they met yours. He had stood there, one hand holding a cigarette, the other a phone to his ear while he talked to someone. The way his black pants clung to his thighs way too alluringly, his beige sweater and a black leather jacket complementing his features even more.

And even though a warm, comforting fuzziness still clouded your head after that short encounter, you started to regret having visited this part of town which was known to be the home of some sketchy outcasts and– villains. 

You'd always been fascinated by the less than savory figures— not the overhyped heroes of your hometown. It's been a hobby of yours to study them, especially the members of the League of Villains. And your particular obsession had been with Dabi.

You had been spending your afternoons after college strolling around those areas in hopes of finally meeting him, finally being able to snap a picture of him.

And this time you did—

—and weren't at all prepared for your reaction. The instant jolt of fire coursing through your veins as soon as your eyes met his. The feeling of wanting to lose yourself in their depths. Endorphins rushing through your system, triggering a blistering heat in your core and making your panties stick to you in ways they usually only did during late night hours, with your hands down your panties while thinking of him.

Again—shit.

With your emotions all stirred up and still unable to focus, you had taken a wrong turn. The next bus stop being several blocks away meant you just had to keep walking, your eyes squinting as light became increasingly sparse. It was getting darker outside, the sun slowly setting behind the concrete mass of the city, the long shadows of the tall buildings slowly caging you in. Dainty street lamps sparingly lined the streets, their thin yellow rays fighting to reach the ground, failing to penetrate the overwhelming darkness.

A musty breeze was blowing, sending leaves and pieces of garbage dancing noisily across the cracked concrete floor. The sky was painted in hues from flame to azure, yet here in the depths of the street between the buildings you didn't see much, only growing shadows creeping in on you. 

The breeze picked up and you shivered, regretting your choice to only wear a loose sweat-dress and a pair of thin, skin-colored tights. You pulled up the zipper of your cropped jacket, and sighed, hoping that you would soon get to a bus stop.

A loud ping startled you out of your train of thought, your phone vibrating urgently. Your heart nearly jumped out of your chest as you stopped in your tracks, sliding your hand in your pocket to retrieve it. 

The display shone bright in the dim light of the street alley as you unlocked the screen with a swipe. A message popped up—your friend. 

Where are you, expecting you to be home by now. 

You groaned, thinking back on how you wouldn't have had to walk home if it weren't for the distracting encounter with that devious blue-eyed villain earlier on.

"That damn bastard—" You started.

A voice suddenly spoke close by. “I hope you're not talking about me.”

A large hand appeared out of the darkness from beside you, wrapping around both of your wrists and gripping them tightly, causing your phone to slip from your grip. A weak whimper fell from your lips, while it was caught mid air by another purple scarred hand, the dim light of the far away street lamp reflecting weakly in the silver staples adorning it.

Your body froze as you were shoved against the wall, hands being jerked up and pinned over your head against the rough bricks to hold you in place. Your breath hitched as you elevated your face, your gaze instantly locking with a pair of icy blue eyes boring into you.

Dabi.

He casually glanced at the unlocked screen of your phone, scrolling through your chat. Slipping the phone into his own pocket, his gaze drifted back up, lazy blue eyes flicking up to yours. 

"So, you're taking pictures of me without my consent?" he tipped his head, an eyebrow cocked.

You let out a little breathy moan, squirming in his hold, surprised at how thrilling it felt to be manhandled like this.

"At least you think I look fine. That earns you bonus points." His lips curled up into a devilish smirk. 

"Sir, you don't want to do this!" you swallowed nervously, his intimidating aura making you squirm. "Just please, let me go."

"C'mon, doll." He chuckled darkly, "You know my name. Use it."

"D-Dabi—" it came out as a mere whimper. "Please, I need to get home."

"God, my name sounds so fucking hot on your tongue." He cooed, his voice deep and husky, enough for your heartbeat to quicken.

Up close, he was even more attractive than you came to learn from the blurred images you've seen online or in the news. His scent was overwhelming, a mixture of warm skin and smoke. It had an effect on you unlike anything you've ever experienced. Your nerves were on fire, the heat between your legs blistering as you clenched your thighs together.

Dabi seemed to notice, because his smirk grew wider as he closed the gap between you. The staples on his face scraped along your cheek as his lips brushed your earlobe and your body felt hot all of a sudden.

"But still– maybe I should do something to you without your consent?" His low, sultry voice being so close sent instant shivers up your spine. "What do you think, doll– you gonna be a good girl for me?"

It was like your body reacted on its own, as you slowly nodded, making him chuckle against your ear. It was enough to make your stomach somersault while you felt his mismatched lips brush back over your cheekbones, leaving a trail of nibbles here and there, making you gasp with the forbidden pleasure. You could feel him grinning against your skin at your reaction as he slowly made his way toward your lips. 

You had forgotten how to speak– how to move. When his lips brushed the corner of your lips, a scorching heat shot right through your body, clouding your mind with indecent thoughts. Without thinking, you parted your lips in anticipation.

A pleased sound rumbled deep in Dabi's chest. But he simply paused there, just breathing against the corner of your lips. It was torture and he was obviously greatly enjoying your reaction as you felt him smirk again.

Suddenly, he straightened up, eagerly taking you in with smoldering turquoise eyes.

"You're cute." You heard him say under his breath as he kept taking you in, tracing his long finger along the line of your cheek.

You were biting your lower lip, unsure where to look, too distracted by your body slowly burning up. With him still holding you in place by your wrists, you watched his free hand retrieve your phone from his pocket. Swiping across the dark screen it came to life, instantly unlocking.

"Pfft, how naive," he noted, laughing under his breath. "Not using a password…"

Oh shit, you berated yourself for always forgetting to set one up.

His thumb flew over the display and when he was done, he looked up at you, and with a wide grin he slipped your phone back into the pocket of your jacket. 

He adjusted his grip on your wrists, keeping you in place as he leaned in. You swallowed your breath, heart thrumming loudly against your chest. 

"Unfortunately, this is where we have to part, doll." His free hand started playing with loose strands of your hair. "But I think you still owe me an apology."

Your eyes flicked to his lips and back but it was too late. His mouth curled suspiciously at the corner, having caught your wandering gaze.

"I think you know what I mean—" He tilted his head, his eyes slowly dropping down to your mouth.

He trapped your chin between his thumb and index finger, pulling your face up and closer. As he angled his mouth above yours, you could feel the heat of his breath on your lips, and instinctively your eyelids fluttered shut.

Time seemed to stand still at his close proximity; the warmth of his body against yours and his breath on your lips became your entire existence. You couldn’t even think, let alone move. You were completely at his mercy.

“Just like that…” you heard him whisper before he eased his lips over yours.

It struck you like lightning when you found his tongue slipping inside to explore your mouth. Your mind short-circuited as he sensually worked your mouths together giving you ample time to catch up and start to kiss back eagerly. He was the best thing you've ever tasted, and the scent of his smoky, warm skin drugged your senses. You let yourself fall into his kiss, his hand sliding behind your neck to pull you deeper into it.

His mouth was so hot on yours, leaving you lightheaded and with buckling knees. You would’ve sunk to the ground already if it wasn't for his tight grip on your wrists.

As if he knew, his thigh pried open your legs and slipped between them, pinning you in place. You gasped into his mouth, goosebumps exploding all over your body.

There was so much heat between your legs, your panties were soaked and the thin fabric of your tights didn't do anything to hide it from him.

You were starting to lose your mind as you continued to kiss, his thigh pressing right against your dripping core. You needed more, more of him down there. So without thinking, you started grinding down on his leg, the rough fabric of his jeans grazing against you, giving you ample friction to satisfy your growing need. Back and forth, you worked your hips until you were a trembling mess in his hold. You were so close to feeling the tension release, your body was ready to explode with pleasure.

Suddenly, he pulled away from you a little, groaning deeply– his eyes, dark and hooded with lust, boring into yours. 

“So innocent,” he hummed appreciatively. “But such a big tease."

He straightened back up, sliding his thigh out from between yours. A strained whimper broke free from your lips at the loss of pressure. Releasing you from his hold, your arms dropped uselessly to your side. You started soothing the fresh ache by massaging your slowly bruising skin. Your eyes, following his thigh after it left you wanting, noticed a damp spot on his pants where you had ground against it. A blazing heat bloomed in your cheeks, your gaze dropping down onto the mucky ground.

"That was fun." He said, followed by a short chuckle as he stepped back.

You looked up at him from under your lashes, still too embarrassed to look him straight in the face.

"But– gotta go." And with that he adjusted the bag around his shoulder and strutted off. "See ya, doll—"

He stopped to shoot you a glance over his shoulder. His deep turquoise eyes met yours, lingering on you for a few moments before he took another step and was swallowed up by the darkness.

The moment he was gone had you hyperventilating, toppling against the scratchy brick wall for any sense of stability. Your palm clasped your chest as you tried to regain control of your breathing. 

What the hell just happened?!?!

It was then that your phone vibrated, a text tone alerting you of a new message. With trembling fingers you pulled it from your pocket to see a message from an unknown number.

Holy shit…

To be continued...

[princeloww]

broadchurch fic recs !!

(Except I'm very picky and don't read Alec/Ellie fics)

Whumpuary Day 1: Secrets Revealed by AJWrites1998 (@bro-ken-spoon)

Summary: Ellie Miller was having the worst day of her life even before she got the text message. Takes place during season two, episode six.

Details Ellie's reaction to Alec getting his surgery (and telling her about it over text). Packed full of brilliant lines that are both clean and beautifully sensitive all at the same time. Spot-on characterisation, and quite a quick read. I personally really loved this one, and (as you'll probably notice) absolutely love this writer and their writing style.

All I Want For Christmas by AJWrites1998

Summary: The edges of his mouth turn down slightly, but he tries to play it off as thinking about whatever he’s managed to pull up on his computer. He sighs.

“Can’t,” he says, “Daisy’s visiting her mother for Christmas. She won’t be back till next week.”

Ah, so that’s what it was, then. He’s missing Daisy.

“Well, I guess if I can’t have Daisy, I’ll accept just you,” she says, then takes a sip of her own tea. She watches for his reaction over the top of the mug. He winces, but she didn’t exactly leave a lot of room to say no.

---

Daisy's out of town for Christmas. Alec has some feelings on the matter. Ellie's there to help out.

Alec Hardy sick fic!!!! This is a Christmas themed one, but it definitely doesn't need to be Christmas time for it to be enjoyed. Ellie and Alec are written incredibly well - their interactions are so brimming with familiarity that you get the sense that these two characters really know each other, yet in such a spectacularly Hardy-Miller way. Very slice-of-lifey and quite low stakes. Very fun to read, and full of really sweet moments (like Alec helping Ellie put Christmas presents together).

A Hard Day's Night by AJWrites1998

Summary: “Well, she was right, even if you are feeling poorly now. We’ll get you some toast later on, when you’re feeling up to it again.” She feels the need to reinforce this, otherwise she fears he’ll take away the wrong lesson. Unfortunately, at the mention of food, he pales again. “No. No need. I’m never eating anything ever again.” he says, his face lined with pain. ------------ Alec Hardy doesn't usually eat anything at all. It's just his luck that the one time he does, it's gone bad. It's up to Ellie Miller to look after him.

Oh my god, I think this is my favourite Broadchurch fic ever. I think it deserves so much attention - it's amazingly written and honestly quite beautiful. It's witty, clever, and perfectly captures strong, familiar and platonic intimacy. This is another Alec sick fic where Ellie takes care of him. Their dynamic is really well written, and extremely accurate. The author clearly has a great understanding of the characters, and it really translates in this - and all of their - piece(s). Without giving too much away, I've got to say the hair scene is absolutely amazing. If you enjoy thinking of them in a queer platonic kind of way, this might be good for that? It's very intimate, in a way that is refreshingly platonic.

Over the Sea to Skye by lestatslestits (@lestatslestits)

Summary: five times Alec Hardy sang to his daughter while she was sick, and one time she sang to him instead.

Oops, it's another sick fic. I only read this one recently, but it is absolutely beautiful. The father-daughter relationship between Daisy and Alec is so compelling and sensitive, and every character is incredibly well written and characterised. I really, really recommend this one.

On this part, I'm going to go ahead and recommend lestatslestits' entire selection of Broadchurch fics. I've only read this one, because I genuinely literally just discovered it while writing this post, but I'm entirely confident that they are all amazing. I'm going to devour them as soon as I have a chance, and then probably devour their TOTA fics too. Amazing writer, please go check them out.

Mail Slot by capn_schmazz (whose tumblr I don't know)

Summary: Ellie thought about Alec in those first weeks of knowing him. Seeing if her memories were different now with this new information. They weren't. Not really. She wouldn't have ever guessed it if he hadn't trusted her enough to tell her, so she stopped thinking about those weeks and took a sip of tea in the present.

I am INSANE about this fic. It's absolutely perfect, yet subtle and meaningful and really impactful. Has suicide themes, as Alec tells Ellie about a past suicide attempt. It's really focused on the relationship between Ellie and Alec, as they have a late night/early morning conversation about first a case and then the past. Also one of my absolute favourites. The dynamic is so well done, and the characters are so well portrayed, that I had a tiny little David Tennant and Olivia Colman in my head as I read it. Genuinely, in my opinion, brilliant piece of writing.

I really really recommend all of these fics!! Please go check them out.

[smallestflowtree]

SO more detail on the AU I mentioned yesterday which I am calling the Pavel girls AU for now, maybe a better name later if I think of one but knowing me I probably won't

Disclaimer: I LOVE HODARI I am just putting him back in the toy box for a bit so I can play with Leta instead for a while. Ok? Ok

Further disclaimer: I know we don't know much in canon about Leta so I'm veering probably quite far into OC territory here but it's okay I've given myself permission, this is my version of her and everyone else is obviously free to do as they wish, plenty of AU/OC space for everyone

Hodari finds Najuma first. He throws her clear of the cave-in; Leta finds her, frees her, takes her back to Kilima to get help, but by the time she returns with the other villagers it's too late.

Leaving Leta and Najuma.

Leta never considers going home. She's the inventor, so she makes Najuma her prosthetic leg fairly early on.

I like babies/children and I think there should be more of them so I wanted to add another Pavel child to this AU; my first thought was that Leta could be pregnant (early-on and maybe not know herself yet) when Hodari dies but the more I thought about it the more outright cruel it seemed, like that would be A LOT and I felt like I was being unnecessarily horrible to her. Also I liked the idea of the second child being a bit younger than that. So INSTEAD maybe about three years after the accident some kind of travelling merchant is visiting Kilima and runs into Leta in town, and invites himself round to see her later that evening; and she's lonely, and what's the harm? Najuma's asleep. And Leta works hard and she deserves a bit of fun and attention. Then a couple of weeks later once he's long gone she realises, oops. I like accidental pregnancy stories. Sorry Leta.

Anyway this is Saleni Pavel, she's five! She likes swimming and butterflies and telling long meandering stories that go on about five minutes too long. She definitely owns shoes and, if pressed, could tell you where at least one of them is. Her favourite person in the whole world is her big sister and she can very nearly do a handstand and wait, she'll show you. Wait. One more minute. She's going to do it this time. Okay let her try again

(sidenote: I do think of the Majiri as being overall quite sex-positive and we know they are polyamorous but it is interesting that all the children we see, and all the adults as far as we know, were born in (monogamous) wedlock. So I wonder who would be judgemental and who wouldn't)

Leta is a miner, but she's also an inventor and I think especially with two children it would make more sense for her to do more inventing, which would keep her closer to home more of the time. She's friends with Zeki so he could help her with licencing and selling her inventions. I think she'd go into the mines enough to get the materials she needs, and maybe enough to sell locally, but not as her primary means of supporting her family, and larger parts of the mines would be abandoned.

So bringing us to Najuma. Who would similarly not be allowed in the mines - it's not safe, especially when parts of it aren't checked/maintained. And there's no need - she's better off in every way as her mother's apprentice. But I think she'd feel just as drawn to them because of her father's death and wanting to continue his legacy.

And I like to think about Najuma as a big sister. How she'd feel about the fact that at least she knew her father, but that means she knows how it felt to lose him, which Saleni can't, and is that better or worse? And being fiercely protective of her but also having to look after her and getting frustrated and fed up, and also maybe frustrated because Saleni can run and swim and do things she can't with a prosthetic, but it isn't her fault, and teenage angst, and so forth, while also loving her to pieces and if you look at her wrong she will FIGHT YOU. You know, sibling stuff.

Leta in general I see as outgoing, friendly, and generally well-liked; not always as cautious as she should be with a tendency to rush in; rather hot-headed. Loses track of time when she's working on something. Very loyal and loves her daughters to distraction but they are also the people who drive her craziest.

That all I’m going to say today but I have MANY MORE THOUGHTS for other posts, including how I would add all this into the game and what I would change to make it all work and quests and schedules and all kinds of things, and if anyone cares at all then PLEASE reply or message me or something because I need. To get all the thoughts out. I can’t stop thinking about this AU help

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Curious Brothers [1]

Sooo, I have over 90 pictures from this round. They are a crowded family of adults and have a lot going on. This will probably take 4 parts! These guys used to be my favourite household because they were all so nerdy.

The reason why I no longer say they're my favourite is Pascal is reminds me of my ex

Community sweetheart Vidcund reminds me of someone who failed to even become an ex! I'm still friends with this person and like our ol'Vidcund here he is hot. Sadly, can't say the same thing for Pascal xD (purely subjective - you are free to find Pascal hot, I just really didn't end that relationship under good terms. It wasn't bad it was just my ex was so fucking boring)

I haven't met anyone who reminds me of Lazlo or vise versa, yet. Still I'm 2/3 with Curious boys xD Anyways, here is Lazlo in his weed garden.

Brotherly bonding, shit talking Loki xD

Alright, first alien baby! And I've done the math and this baby is the first child that is born into the town. Brandi is the only other person who starts out pregnant but she is in her 1st trimester so baby curious is still the oldest.

I watched the cinematic for this one because I love it :D And we have a baby girl! I named her Cassiopeia because there is a supernova named Tycho in this constellation and it's long been my tradition to name this baby Cass if it's a girl.

Uncle Lazlo on duty! Pascal was very tired so he went to sleep, right after the birth.

Well, his last name is Curious. I think he would just go in. I don't think Lazlo has the patience to go back and get help.

oops, oh well.

Not related part of Singles and Ajay has come to welcome them to the 'hood!

Cundest of the cunds Vidcund is having an argument with Kristen xD

What the...?? Ajay just came up from nowhere and kissed Erin!

Lazlo gets in there to have a chat with her. They are getting along well!

Holy hell, Acr xD

Lazlo checked the girls out and he has one bolt with Erin so him and Ajay are basically fighting over her affections xD

hahahaha, in the fucking same place xD

Ajay is not out of the fight yet!

And he takes things to another level xD

Erin got a crush on Ajay now. Really E, from a butt grab? That did it for you?

I think someone wants to be boned by the town casanova

Behind the wall we have Gieke and Nervous getting along. Redhead came to visit the Curious boys, it must be the nerd signal they have up that he saw and Nervous was here because Pascal invited him over.

Okay, this is adorable. Two shy sims trying to flirt. I might go play Chester to see where this would go 👀I normally have Nervous move in with Olive but that happens after they build a relationship and he might just move to Downtown (where Chester is) instead. I think he had enough of the desert.

Next day, Vidcund wished to buy new clothes and I took him outside.

I still need more cc but I like this for now.

I also gave him a new haircut to remind myself of the friend more xD jokes aside guys, he looks like my friend so much. Only difference is the eye colour

Oh, look who just texted Lazlo... and he has a wish to ask someone out on a date!

will continue shortly!

[theimaginatrix27]

Oops, I did it again

Sooo the reason I was looking up DS9 characters on the Star Trek wiki is that. I may have. Created another Six/Wild Swans AU.

For reference, since I'm tagging the relevant fandom and I've not mentioned some of these on here, I have currently got the following AUs of this fairy-tale/set of tales:

The Twelve Crowns Quartet (original setting, books 2-4 of currently planned series)

Wild Swans of Domino (Yu-Gi-Oh-based retelling, not linking because early chapters are under renovation)

Silence (original short story, set in modern era, a thing in my files that I'm tinkering with off and on)

The Spinner's Tale (tumblr-based retelling, as-yet unwritten)

Swans of Winterfell/Swans and Lions (ASOIAF retelling, currently on the backburner until I can think of a solid plot for it again that I'm confident enough to work on. Last one had many holes poked in it by well-meaning long-time fan).

Super Secret project for friend.

And now, one for the cast of Star Trek: Deep Space 9, with Garashir as the central ship because oh my stars these two are fucking made for each other, help, AO3 fic writers have me swooning over them and I want them to be happy damn it they needs fluffy happiness after everything!

I was reading DS9 fics over the weekend for reasons, and came across a lovely little fairy-tale-flavoured Garashir fic called Innate Conditions, which I loved on sight.

And I'd already been having thinky thoughts about fantasy/fairy-tale AU with the above favourite fairy tale as the framework, and so now I'm writing it, and I'm 2700 or so words into it, and I don't know when I'll deem it ready for posting but I do want to try and make this one short. Please Prophets help me make it short, it doesn't need to be more than 15-20k, don't let it get out-of-hand, don't give me too many worldbuilding details please...

No spoilers for the ending (which I do know obvs), but how I'm making it work is Julian's parents do a dirty deal to entrap Julian after he's run off to be an adventurer for years and his party has become like a family to him, and curse all Julian's companions into birds (several different types, there are only two swans and they're the only married couple). Parents claim the only way Julian can free his friends/found family is to submit to their wishes. Julian then receives a dream visitation informing him there is, in fact, another way. But it involves nettle shirts and silence.

I can be timey-wimey in a fantasy AU, so Garak doesn't show up until Julian needs somewhere to hide out under a false name stay while completing his task, and the tailor in this random town I haven't named just happens to live in convenient proximity to the ultra-painful nettle variant he needs.

Again, no spoilers for ending.

Still not quite sure the bird selections I've made for certain cast members are the ones I'm gonna stick with but I googled the national bird of Ireland and it's too small for my needs/wants. Don't wanna think too hard about changes though, because that way lies stalling and I don't want a story this short to stall.

[necros-writing-stuff]

thick eden cum = higher sperm count

breeding kink go brrrr

I haven't said it on here, but I've already planned out the 4 kids my PC Kody and Eden are going to have :) If you were around when I did the younger AU, how about Next Gen Edenspawn?

Axel, Phobos and Deimos (twins boys), and Bella.

Axel takes after Eden the most, got raised by an Eden who was still a bad person. Hates town as an adult, wants to get a wife the same way his dad did. Via kidnapping. Eden named him, too. Has his own cabin a few clearings over, but spends a lot of time with his parents. Extremely emotionally constipated, no matter how much Kody tried to counteract Eden's harsher parenting style. He is slightly bitter towards his siblings that they got a nicer Eden than he did - and that he had to become an adult very quickly - but he will not allow anyone to say anything bad about his father at all. Spends his free time drinking/hunting with Eden or cooking with Kody. Otherwise, very into wood-carving. Born January 4th. Currently 27 in the AU.

Physical appearance:

6ft2, Eden's dark hair and facial structure, Kody's blue eyes (and her ears, which he finds weird that people mention). Has like no body hair and can't grow facial hair well, which pisses him off to no end. Same body build as Eden (stocky muscle). Dresses in plaids, plain shirts, cargo pants or clothes made from animal products. Covered in scars after a bad mental health period where he just went out hunting with 0 respect for his own health and had a bad run-in with the wolf pack.

Phobos is the older twin, Deimos is the younger. Phobos idolises Bailey. Deimos idolises Landry. They were older teens (like 19) when they start hanging out in town - also they're banned from most establishments for being little shits. Kody named them. Phobos is gay, but hasn't told anyone yet. Deimos is a man whore. They're both living above Landry's Bar, as he wants to pass it on to them, but they visit home often. They also bother Robin a lot, mostly asking if she'd like them to teach rude customers a lesson. She always laughs and tells them no. They were both mostly allowed to run amok because Kody beat it into Eden's head that he was far too harsh on Axel (true) and so he went almost full lax and oops now there's two tiny terrors. Deimos is a music snob. Phobos does a lot of charcoal sketches. Born October 11th. Currently 22 in the AU.

Appearances:

Brown hair, lightens up a lot in the summer. Brown eyes. Both 5ft8, slimmer builds, Kody's facial structure but Eden's eyes. Deimos has his septum and tongue pierced and tends to go for 80s punk inspired looks, while Phobos dresses more in slacks and sweaters. Phobos also has a nasty scar up his back from almost getting kebab-ed by a boar when he was 13. Phobos keeps his hair shorter and well-groomed, while Deimos keeps his long, often bleaches it blonde. It's kinda fried.

Bella is the youngest. Bella is short for Belladonna - aka, Wolf's Bane. She was tiny when she was born, but Eden gave her the name because she'd be a force to reckon with when she got older, he swore. She follows Axel around all of the time, lives in his cabin with him (they share most of the work equally), but still has curiosity towards town. Eden and Axel would spar a lot when she was a toddler, and they'd fake-fight her to make her laugh. The twins used to try and get her in trouble with pranks they'd pull, but Eden could never be mad at his golden child. The most emotionally available out of them all, but also deals with a tonne of anxiety. Got the bookworm gene. Also dances with her ma a lot, especially if Deimos brings his guitar over to play for them. Born August 23rd. Currently 19 in the AU.

Appearance:

5ft7, Kody's nose, Eden's bone structure and eyes. Eden's colouring, too. You know how Axel is mad he has no body hair? Bella is self conscious because she has more than other girls (or rather, the ones she saw at the pub last time she went to visit the twins). Also has the classical stocky build. She is proud that she is so strong. Dresses basically exactly the same as Axel, but has a few dresses that she wears on occasion to feel pretty.

And how are Eden and Kody doing? Grand! Eden is in his 60s now, but still as active as ever (shut up about his back, it doesn't hurt). Hair has gone white. Kody is in her 40s. They're still extremely intimate with one another - hence why the kids decided to move several clearings over/into town. Just gross to see your parents all over each other all of the time. Eden's mellowed out a lot, but still has his old habits. Still tries to scare-monger about town (not that the twins listened to him like ever). They still fall into classical roles about the cabin. It might not work for everyone, but it works for them. Kody isn't as submissive as she used to be and scolds Eden a lot when he slips back into old behaviours. But at the end of the day, they do what they've always done. Sit in front of the fire and read their favourite books to one another while looking at each other in complete adoration.

[iantimony]

accidentally back to tuesdaypost

despite my best efforts, shabbat came and went and i did not make my post. oops. trying a new heading template this week as well.

maybe not this week but i am thinking of starting to host images for the making section somewhere else...maybe on gdrive? or postimages.org? imgur? just so that if my tumblr ever breaks the images in dreamwidth won't vanish.

listening

partizan! halfway through episode 12 right now, which means, according to where i was last week-ish, i am averaging about one episode a day LOL. extreme sport FatT speedrunning. also relistening to all is as all should be recently, just scratches a brain itch for some reason. it's very brain-worm-able to me, i've been humming songs from it all week.

reading i was going to say fallow and then went. hooold on. i've been reading SO many things just not, like, books.

wikipedia articles of the week: Naomi Shihab Nye, Rachel's Tomb, Matzevah, Alexandre Cabanel, Abd el-Ouahed ben Messaoud, Leo Africanus

because it's november and i'm nostalgic for nanowrimo (and considering doing it again once i'm done with classes and therefore homework), i went and reread some of my nano from when i was in high school and WOW. nostalgia!!! some of it is very very bad, unsurprisingly, it was almost 10 years ago, but some of it is actually quite good. very fond of the comments left by a friend on it that were preserved when i downloaded the google doc a billion years ago to save on my external drive, including one that said "your prose is crisp like an autumn apple" or some fucking thing like that. truly delightful. i'd also somehow forgotten that i'd actually hit the word goal? the document is about 60k words give or take, the story was not finished though which is probably why i misremembered. i should start writing again.

in my quest to populate my inoreader with blogs and other such things i've been delving into my bookmarks and re-found this delightful site, their most recent article is just the world's most specific niche horn memes it's so funny. like this is absolutely meaningless to literally everyone else that it passes back into absurdity and probably funny to non-horn players again. i am VERY excited to peruse their pdf library though.

playing pokegoooooo. i am visiting my grandma and going on long night walks around the old people development with pokego is very elite. i am a little nervous that someone will call security on me though because i frequently just stop (often like...in front of people's apartment buildings....) and stand still to catch pokemon if a bunch have spawned in one location...

watching i have not watched it yet but i am VERY excited to start season 2 of the tgcf donghua!!

watched kurtis connor's "deep dive into potterheads" and literally cheered out loud at the end when he mentioned the snapewives. that made me want to watch strange aeons so i also watched her video on msscribe and snapewives.

i wasn't On Livejournal or active in fandom while everything was going down but i remember learning about it a few years after it all happened so seeing comprehensive deep dives now is very, very...satisfying isn't quite the right word, but i am a messy bitch who lives for drama especially when i'm not involved in it. what a mess.

making pottery!!! i have a bunch of stuff coming out from a glaze run that i'm very excited to see but it will have to wait til saturday when i get home from visiting my grandma for thanksgiving. i do however have pictures of this little box i made:

it was a gift for my grandma, and i glazed it all the way back in the beginning of october i think? the kilns got monopolized by some other stuff for the owner's business (which is super fair) which means we didn't get a student project run until literally friday, two days before i was supposed to leave town, so after some texting with her she was able to put it out on her porch around 11pm on saturday when the kiln cooled down enough so i was able to pick it up at like 5:30am on my drive to the airport LOL so all in all it worked out! next roundup post will have pictures of some of my other glazed pieces, i'm very very curious how they do!!!

i've been playing with underglaze because i was like ohhhh i love the look of carving designs into underglaze...and i bought some fun colors when i went to The City a few weekends ago...so i have this mug that needs its first fire, i also have some fun eye-motif ones in the works at the moment! i also added some underglaze color to my dragon carving from last week.

finally this bowl already had its first fire but i painted underglaze on over white to try and get a watercolor-type effect? i put lilypads on the inside and painted koi on the outside (no picture of that yet)

misc not a whole lot else! since my summertime trials and tribulations i have unfortunately become the kind of person who gets tummy issues when my stress levels get too high. i have always become a basket case in the ~24 hours before i have to travel somewhere so that's been less than fun but i'm figuring it out. also trying to switch psychiatrists right now is sooooo fucking aggravating i will not get into it but ughhhhhh.

[ednaeflowers]

The last member's description does strike her as odd. A woman wearing a psuedo-shirt... Edna is not crass enough to ask, but Yuri seems fine with that person, so she's not going to ask anyway. ( Just hopes it's not another pervert because Zaveid is like five perverts in one. ) ❛  She's too busy to help you here, I'm assuming?  ❜

She remembers how the malevolence back at Goddodin was murky and depressing until Sorey found them a Lord of the Land to purify it. It would only affect Edna in a terrible way if she was surrounded by it. She still doesn't know how it happened to her brother, but she had her suspicions... ❛  I'm fine with that. Perhaps you didn't know, but it's easy for a seraph to be suspectable to malevolence that humans make from their negative emotions. If exposed to it for too long... It wouldn't be good for us seraphim. It wasn't a risk I wanted to take. That, and because of the curse Onii-chan had.  ❜

Yet, he still left all the same, she bitterly thinks, but is surprised to see Yuri suddenly excusing himself. She watches him work; it looks like they're discussing something, but the other man seemed very... vexed? His mood seems foul as he starts walking away, Yuri coming back to accompany her. Edna won't ask about what was said, but she is thankful that he got the man to leave without destroying anything from the mountain. At his suggestions, she curiously tilts her head.

Looking at two small figures with pickaxes in the distance, she figures they are the second and third looters, affiliated with the man who just left, and so: she stomps once on the floor, pouring some of her powers into the earth, then she says, ❛  Oops,  ❜ leisurely watching the giant rock spike on the ground suddenly breaking in half, the sharp top portion conveniently falling tip-down towards the spooked intruders. At the same time, a boulder comes rolling down the path, both of them desperately backtracking after scarcely evading the spike. Finally, a great idea that she likes! Edna resumes leading the way, more pleased now. The halfway point is just over there with its circular platform leading into a short tunnel. It contrasts the thin path they're on; although, there are more thin paths and forks beyond the tunnel's exit. 

❛  I don't want to handle so many thickheads at once. I've got my hands full here anyway.  ❜ A beat passes when she remembers the dream Sorey and Mikleo always wanted. They're a step closer to it if she's still talking with Yuri. Surely, this is proof that it isn't an impossible dream; that it will someday make true progress. ❛  But I do visit a town sometimes, though: Ladylake. A few friends live there. One of them is a human—more precisely, a princess.  ❜

Yuri shrugged at her question, a small laugh at her description which was, honestly, not far off in a weird way. "Sure it can. We do guild work and abide by the generalized guild and guild city laws. Our third member is a woman. Pretty lean, but physically she's one of the strongest people I've met. Not sure if I'd call what she wears a shirt, though." Karol did hope to see the guild grow someday, but Yuri couldn't deny it was cozier and more familiar the way it was.

Though he wasn't about to nitpick Edna's wording, her living arrangements from the past didn't seem to be all that large either. Just her and her brother? For Yuri, that just sounded lonely. Having grown up surrounded by people and always having had a community to help him, even without ever knowing his parents, he had never been by himself and it had always been a large group of people. A whole town, really. "Well, in fairness of the humans, if you never live near them, you'll also never find out which humans can see you. They can't see you anyway if you're by yourself far away."

Seeing a man not too far off with a pickaxe, Yuri muttered a "hold on" Edna's way and headed at the man's direction. He was pretty sure the man was Ruin's Gate, no less... Even reputable guilds were trying this? Foreign, newly located land apparently felt like their invitation to mine anywhere that seemed to be valued around here. Then again, Ruin's Gate had been torn since losing Yeager. There were some good ones left, but... apparently he'd happened one of the not so good ones.

Regular convincing wasn't going to do it it seemed, and Yuri did have to poke some threats at the guy's standing in his guild with Yuri's now mostly regular implications of Harry and Raven finding out. Though the man grumbled away, he had at least walked away, and Yuri could only roll his eyes and return to Edna to continue on their path to the grave. Was Ruin's Gate also interested in graverobbing?

"At least if you live near humans you can pinpoint thickheads like that and mess with 'em. I mean, it's nobody's fault if a boulder suddenly tips over a ledge and goes right for them, or if the ground caves in under 'em. Just a force of nature and someone having an unlucky day who just happened to be acting like a jerk that day too."

[pins-and-needles-and-gears]

[Toby pokes his head in the bathroom window with a cheese board in his hand]

Toby: Hey. Cheese? 

[Natalie takes a piece]

Natalie: Thanks.

Toby: If you don't mind me asking... What is this all about? I mean, you are one of the most strong, independent, non-locking-themselves-in-a-bathroom-on-Thanksgiving people I know. Why... Why are you so upset about us moving?

Natalie: Maybe I just need you guys more than you think.

Toby: Is this about more than us moving?

Natalie: This is good cheese.

Toby: Nat?

Natalie: Yeah?

Toby: Do you think I should've become a Ghostbuster?

Natalie: I think you made the right call, buddy.

[Leo enters the bathroom through the window]

Leo: Hi.

Natalie: Hey.

Leo: Are we still friends?

Natalie: Hope so.

Leo: Good. 'Cause get this. Doby almost adopted a baby. Crazy, right? Poor guy's going through some stuff. He actually tried to rope me into it. Can you imagine me being someone's dad?

Natalie: I'm pregnant.

[flashback to Leo and Natalie in the bathroom at Toby and Nico's house:]

Leo: W... What happened? Did I pass out? 

Natalie: Not exactly.

[a few seconds earlier:]

Natalie: I'm pregnant.

Leo: Are you sure you're not just putting on weight?

[Natalie punches Leo; later:]

Leo: Oh, yeah. So, um, you're pregnant.

Natalie: Yeah.

Leo: Huh. Looks like nobody told your boobs.

[Natalie punches Leo again; later:]

Leo: What happened? Did I pass out?

Natalie: Oh, my...

Leo: Please stop hitting me!

[There's a pause]

Leo: Are you sure you're...

Natalie: Well, no, not positive. I'm a week late. But I'm never late; it's a point of pride with me. I'm going to go see the doctor on Monday to find out for sure. Until then, not a word of this to anyone.

Leo: Not even Cody? I mean, it's probably his. I've spent years training my boys to swim the other way.

Natalie: Cody and I haven't had sex yet. If I'm pregnant, you're the dad.

Leo: That's... wonderful!

Natalie: Huh?

Leo: I'm gonna be a daddy!

[Natalie passes out]

Natalie: Leo, why are you so happy about this?

Leo: Because this is perfect. I want to be a dad.

Natalie: This is not good news. I'm starting to date someone.

Leo: Yeah, but if Cody weren't around...

Natalie: It doesn't matter! I am not ready for kids. I'm not stable enough for kids right now, and never, in a million years, will I ever think of myself as worthy of having kids. Leo, I can't have a baby.

[Leo and Natalie are at a bar]

Leo: Okay, one scotch for me, one iced tea on the rocks in a scotch glass for Mommy.

Natalie: Stop it.

Leo: Sorry, sorry. Keeping it secret. Oop, I think I gave you the wrong one. 

[Leo goes to take the glass off of her, but he can't]

Leo: Here, let me just... Give it to me. Drop... let go. Take it away from you.

Toby: Well, we should go. We have to get to We B Babies so that we can register for our shower.

Nico: No can do. Um, I have a big project that I'm working on. This is the Gunderson's house in East Meadow. Last year, they had the most visited Christmas display in the tri-state area. But not this year. You know why? Because the Ol' Ghost King has come to town, and he brought his two friends: Mannheim... Steamroller. Game on.

Natalie: [retches]

Jane: Are you okay?

Natalie: Yeah. Uh, it's just, um... I hate Mannheim Steamroller. Isn't there anyone else you can use?

Nico: Come on! Who am I gonna use if not the Steamroller?!

Natalie: I don't know. AC/DC?

Nico: AC/DC? Nat, do you have any idea why they call them Mannheim Steamroller? Because they rock... so hard, so festively, that steam comes out of your brain. As it melts.

[Toby, Jane, Natalie and Leo are at We B Babies. Toby is looking around]

Toby: Okay, first on the registry... nipple butter?

Natalie: Uh-oh.

[Toby picks up the tub, and looks at it confused]

Jane: As people breast-feed, their nipples stretch out, like, four inches and get all dry and cracked. The nipple butter stops the bleeding. 

[She looks at Toby]

Jane: I don't think that you and Nico will need this...

Natalie: [to Leo] My four-inch nipples are going to crack and bleed?!

Leo: Yes, but while the baby is gnawing on your bleeding nips, look what she'll be wearing.

[He holds up a baby dress]

Nurse Ann: Well, Mrs. Ouellette, I'm sure that you and your husband...

Natalie: Uh, he's not my husband.

Nurse Ann: Oh, I'm so sorry. Your boyfriend then.

Natalie: He's not my boyfriend.

Nurse Ann: Oh, bozhe. All right, well, I will just cut to the chase. All right, we're ready? Good. You are not pregnant.

[Natalie gets up excitedly and hugs Leo. Leo returns the embrace, but as soon as she can't see his face, it falls into a mildly upset one. Then, he forces himself to smile as she pulls away]

Leo: Look at all these babies. Isn't it crazy how, now that we're not having one, babies are cute again? Look at that one.

Natalie: I'm good.

Leo: No, I'm serious. Look, look.

Natalie: Damn it. That thing's cute as crap. [whispering] Screw you, baby.

Nurse Ann: Natalie, we ran some tests last week,  just to be on the safe side. This is going to be difficult for you to hear…

[Nurse Ann explains something to Natalie with a lot of incredibly long medical terms]

Natalie: ...and the gist of it is… I'm actually pregnant? 

[Ann nods]

Natalie: Uh, great. Uh, well, I mean, um, not-not great. I mean, I've not been sure that I didn't want kids, but if it has to happen to someone...

Nurse Ann: Natalie, is there anyone you can talk to about this? Perhaps a close friend?

[Natalie imagines her friends finding out this fact]

Liu: You need comfort food. Fried chicken, mac and cheese, mashed potatoes. Open your present, I'll work on these shoulders. Okay, just breathe, relax, eat your chicken. Come on, eat, breathe, open it, breathe, open it, eat. Nat, why are you so tense?!

Toby: [sobbing] And here I've been going on and on about Nico and I having kids. Oh, I am such a bad friend!

Natalie: It's okay.

Toby: You have to punch me in the face!

Jane: Have you thought about adoption?

Natalie: Um, well…

Jane: Do any chronic or life-threatening illnesses or disabilities run in your family?

Natalie: Uh...

Jane: What was the date, duration and consistency of your last period?

Leo: A priest and a rabbi walk into a bar. No, a barbershop. No, a post office. No, it's two priests. No, it's two ducks. No, a priest holding a duck. And he's Polish. The priest, not the duck. Actually, the duck could be Polish, too. Doesn't matter. Yes it does. The duck's not Polish.

[There is a pause]

Leo: Pratfall!

[He falls]

Leo: Ow…

[amenomiko]

Thank you for the request!

So SORRY for the LONG WAIT. It took me a while to choose (because for this kind of thing, all 10 warlords is too much and there's no specific warlords chosen I will follow the rules in "RULES OF REQUEST" as for me to choose the warlords for this storyline ya)

I find these requests are almost the same and so I will make it into one story then ❤.

So.... Jealous Warlords ( ͡^ ͜ʖ ͡^)~~

I will make it for Nobunaga, Hideyoshi, Masamune, Ieyasu and Shingen aye ❤ (Other Kasugayama Lords to jealousy is too predictable, that is why I only choose this Sweet Tooth Daddy Charming-- 🤣)

NOBUNAGA

"She never blush and laugh shyly that way towards me." He thought to himself as he stand not too far from MC who is talking to one of the barbarians that visits the town of Azuchi that day.

She turned and her laugh change into a smile as she waved at him, but to only get a cold respond from him instead. He had turned his back to MC, and return back to the castle even when MC is calling for his name.

She followed him after excusing herself from the foreigner, and managed to clench on his haori.

"Nobunaga..! Didn't you see me at the town just now-"

"It must be nice, isn't it. Looks like you can use some of your future knowledge just now."

She tilted her head in confusion. "Huh? What do you me-"

"I'm saying it's nice you could speak fluently to that barbarian." He scoffed.

She frowned. "I didn't even know English that much.." She mumbled. Her eyes peek to Nobunaga who still refuse to look at her. Then after a few seconds, she got the idea.

"Honey... Perhaps.. Are you jealous?"

"...What if I am? I don't care if you wanted to laugh at me, because I bet the way you laugh with that man just now enough to make you happier--"

"Well of course, he complimented that I look beautiful like a princess and he won't be surprised if the well known Oda Nobunaga fell in love with me."

He froze. "I-is that so..?" He slowly peered at her from his shoulder.

She nodded with a smile. "...and I smile shyly because.. What he said is true." She lean to the side playfully as she added, "And to add more to it, I'm even married to that so-called well known Oda Nobunaga."

He pursed his lips into a pout. His childish side came out over a small thing.

"...Fine."

HIDEYOSHI

"I will go now." She gave a last check on her hair before sliding the door.

"You went out quite often lately. Any occassion?"

He noticed that her orbs avoided his gaze. Again. That happens frequently these days and he can feel somewhat.. Uneasy.

"Uhm.. Yeah. Seamstress commissions you see- so.." She nodded, moving backwards and out from the room. "See you later..!"

"Wh-wait..! MC!" Before he could reach for her hand, she's already away from the place he were standing at.

"Don't you want to run after her?" A familiar, sneaky voice echoed behind him. It was Mitsuhide. Before he could retort, the fox continued, "I saw her with a man lately. They were quite.. close."

"What are you trying to say? MC is cheating on me??" He grit his teeth. "Watch your words Mitsuhide!"

The white haired man shrugged. "Well, before it's too late. I can't blame her. You are too busy lately." He chuckled, walk away from another of Hideyoshi's fuming of anger.

"...She wouldn't.. Right?" He whispered to himself. Yes, like it or not, what Mitsuhide had been saying were true after all. He is busy these days and the only time he spend with MC is nothing but sleeping on the same futon every night after those tiring mundane days.

He shifted in his sit. Many times. He is uneasy with this disturbing thoughts. Eventually he rose on his feet, as it brings him out from his room.

He excuses himself to rush among the crowds as he search for MC along her usual fabric shop. Then when he caught a glimpse of her, he let out a sigh of relief, but it completely turn into a choke in his throat when he saw a guy in front of her, patting on her head.

MC..? Instead of feeling shy, she is all happy and giddy in that man's touch.

Hideyoshi clench his fists as he sprint towards her, pulling her by her wrist. "H-Honey?? W-wait..!" She tried to push his tight grip away but failed as he leads her to the small alleys.

"Hideyoshi- Honey, what's wrong? I thought you will have to attend war council soo-""I know.""Huh? T-then why-"

He turn to face her, his face is between an anger and sadness at the same time. "...I know I've been busy, MC. Why..? Are you tired of me? Because I didn't spend time with you?"

She blinked. Once. Twice. "What are you saying..?"

"That man.. Just now. The one that pat on your head, lovingly. Other than me-" He mumbled the last part. "Am I not good enough?"

She blend it all in. Then she snorted when she understand the whole situation. "M-MC? Why are you laughing?? I'm serious here..!"

"Pffftt.. I'm sorry..! Aww Honey..! You are so adorable I can't help myself." She pinch her arms, holding back herself from laughing some more. "Silly..! He is just one of my clients. I bet you didn't look at him properly just now. He may seem tall and handsome but he is an OLD MAN!"

"Wha?" He is dumbfounded from her explanation. "Then-"

"He would always pat my head because he think of me of his own daughter. Well, his house is full of sons and he had no daughter, so yeah..!"

"....Oh." He blushed. "B-but then why did you avoid my gaze just now..? No, not only just now, almost recently you've been doing that..!"

Now it's her turn to blush. "Uhm.. That's because.. Even though you are so busy lately, you seem to be so charming despite being tired and all. Sooo~ you can say I'm holding myself back from kissing you. Or else.. You know.." She pursed her lips.

He is a blushing mess when she said that. He covered it with a cough and mumbles "Good news though, my works had finished actually and we can- it's been a while."

She giggled and tip toed to kiss him on his nose.

MASAMUNE

"Did I ever feel jealous, you say? Why MC, are you testing my level of trust and confidence?" He smirked at her.

"I'm just asking, silly. Because you are always confident and knowing you, you won't let those feelings take over right?"

"You bet I am. I'm confident I'm not one of those who will get jealous easily. Heh." He shrugged as he continue to stir the soup in the pot. "So..? Other than missing me aren't you supposed to go anywhere?" He pointed at the parcel in her hand.

"Oops! That's right..! There's customer waiting for me in town..! Okay I will go now! See you later Masamune..!"

"Uh? Wait- where's my goodbye kiss?"

"Oh please, it's just the town." She giggled and waved as she continue to run.

"...'Masamune' she said.. I'm her husband tho. Where's my usual sweetly "Anata" goes to?" He pouted and chuckle to himself. "Looks like that customer of hers is more important huh-" He pauses. "Pffft. That's not jealousy right?" He snorted. "Hahahaha nope, nope. I'm the most handsome warlord who could ever make her blush other than me-" He's about to grab the salt next to the pot, only to find it empty.

"...Tch. Of all time.." He look down at Shogetsu. "Could you look after the pot?"

Hideyoshi who coincidentally passed by the kitchen and had listened to his short conversation with Shogetsu gave him the "look". "Masamune. Let me look after it instead. But you know you can always ask the maid for it right?"

"Nah I think I'm going to go on my own. I realized some ingredients for our dessert tonight has finished too. Thanks Hideyoshi!" He run and rush to the town before Hideyoshi could nag him with "Don't run in the hallways!"

As he was shopping for the ingredients, he came across MC. He grinned, planning to surprise her from behind until he found her smiling towards something.

He followed her eyes, and his eye widen to a man, around his age, has been waving at her from afar. Masamune didn't know why but he can feel a pang in his chest. "...Hey. What are you looking at?"

"M-Masamune??"

He squeezed her shoulders. "What we have here. You seriously want to make me feel jealous?" He narrowed his eye at her. It looks normal to others but to MC, there's anger in his blue orb.

"...PFFFT"

"Wha-"

"Honey, he is not waving at me..!"

"Then what are you smiling at..?"

She pointed to that previous man who were holding his son's hands together with his wife. "You see.. I'm just thinking if one day we could be.. You know, like that?" She smiled sheepishly. "..I can't wait. Don't you think so too, Anata?"

BOOOOOM! His heart explodes.

IEYASU

It was when she realizes her feelings for him. He knew, yet he choose to push her away.

It was a bad choice for him. He regrets it.

He find it irritating when she is spending time with other warlords, except him, because she knew and he knew the chances of any possible confessions will not succeed for sure. So it's like a silent, mutual agreement and self understanding that it's better to stay away from one another. Still....

"I love you..! Princess..!"

"...Eh-"

He froze in his tracks to the conversation not too far from the place he were standing.

"Uhm.."

"I- I know I'm just a mere vassal, but my feelings for you is true..! I will try my best to get to the top, so that you will be happy..!" The young lad blushed as he clasped her hands in his.

He is seething. His breathing is heavy. Heavy with anger. It's annoying. To the way that man hold her delicate hands. It's irritating for the way she blushed towards him. It's disturbing.... For the anger in his heart.

Don't touch her..! Don't touch her...! The voice in his mind echoed within him and

"Don't TOUCH her..!" His abrupt voice startled them both.

"I-Ieyasu..? / Ieyasu-sama..!"

Before MC could say anything, her head is already buried into his chest as he glared at the vassal. "She's already belong to someone else. Are you blind?!" He harshly pulled her hand, bringing her to his chamber.

"Ieyasu..? Ieyasu- it hurts-..! Kya..!"

He pushed her onto the futon, caging her body with his arms. "Ieyasu.." She continued, "I thought we have a mutual understanding and even though we didn't say it, I'm sure you know that I- mmf..!"

He kissed her, deeply into her lips. She had pushed him many times, but each push will be returned by another kiss. And another then another, until she slowly gives in and they immediately took each other's yukata off roughly.

Shingen

He is matured. Jealousy is not in his dictionary of life. That's what he thought.

She won't blush giddily like the other women he have met throughout his life, and she won't give in easily either. Pick-up lines of flirtations never work on her. She rarely blush to his sweet words.

Playing hard to get, it seems. But hey, they have tied the knot anyway. Since they are married, she is fully his and he is sure that jealousy won't ever happen and will never happen to him. Well of course, MC won't fall into sweet words from others so the case of her talking lovingly to another man (when they flirt with her) is low obviously.

"You are really beautiful, Miss. You are like an angel, kind and pretty. I guess if you smile, a withered flower will bloom right away."

"Awwww~~~~ ❤❤❤❤❤❤~~!!"

What.

Wait.

What.

Did she just- "Awwww"-ed to a little boy's simple, innocent talk??

"....That's.. Unfair. MC." He mumbled to himself, enough to make MC hear it.

"Oh come on, Anata. It's just a little boy. Unlike adults, children's words are pure and sincere ❤!"

"...Are you saying I'm not pure?"

"..Your mind maybe?"

Shingen had refused to eat dinner and sweets that day.

[corpsemukbang]

I'm a kind of person, who'll read the spoilers, before starting the book/movie/etc.😅

So, what is condensed plot of EYHO?

i originally wrote something MUCH more indepth than this, then realised it was waaaay too long and detailed. so i've cut it down even more, i hope this is intriguing enough hehe

also i've decided to not go into depth with the ending quite yet. i'm feeling generous but not THAT generous lmao

MASSIVE spoilers ahead!!!!!

It begins with a total of three murders and a murderous cannibal lady on the loose, and Sage, a crime investigator, wanting to earn some recognition for once. She's young and she's not the ideal detective white man like her other three coworkers, Wesley, Lucas and Ethan, so her opinion isn't taken into account very often. So of course, she understands that may change if she finds Ivyanna Sutherland, AKA the Cannibal of Westwood, through her own intuition.

The approach she takes is looked down upon, but she doesn't care. Analysing criminals' psyche is nothing new, and with a case as nonsensical as Sutherland's, it should clear a lot of water. In between analysing crime scenes, she comes to understand that Ivy doesn't match the profile of a killer at all, and in fact seemed like... a very nice woman. Nothing was clicking, up until one day where Sage feels responsible for a victim's demise. After venturing into the woods that surrounds the town out of desperation to find any trace of her, she finds herself talking to a person she can't even see. They claim not to be local, just hiking through, and out of her exasperation, Sage shares as much about the case as she can, if not a little more than she should. Things like how Ivy showed no signs of cannibalistic tendencies, no urges to kill, how strange it was that she survived falling off of a ravine... And the only motivation she could find was for her first victim: her ex-husband, Sean Jackson. The stranger takes interest in this in particular, as well as Sage's theory in there being abuse that had been covered up due to Jackson's status as police chief. So much so that they invite Sage to come back into the woods the following day.

Of course, that person was no hiker. They reveal themselves to be Ivy Sutherland herself. Again, it makes no sense, as so far Ivy has killed all of her witnesses, but instead she decides to give Sage her time of day, letting her ask her questions (and answer them poorly) and not have any intention of harming her. It does mean Sage can't share her meeting with her with anyone, or they'd think terribly of her.

Despite the poorly answered questions though, she finds a possible missing link between the victims: similar to Sean Jackson, they all have something despicable to their name. Some terrible form of abuse that they would have otherwise gotten away with. She confirms this belief with the next murder not a day later, when she meets up with the victim's sister, Jessica, beforehand, who had very few good things to say about him. Before finding that mutilated body however, Ivy decided to pay her another visit, and may have accidentally stolen her phone in the process. Oops.

In a quest to get her phone back, Sage is forced to pay Ivy a third visit. On their joint quest to find where Ivy left it, Sage takes the opportunity to find out more about Ivy and to answer questions about her that she still couldn't make sense of, as well as trying her best to not enjoy her time with her, or the way Ivy compliments her skills...

Then when she finally hits a nerve, Ivy decides to answer Sage's other questions by purposely falling from a great height. Upon finding her she has no pulse, but sure enough, she's not dead. Sort of. She's undead. She's not entirely human. Or something. It's bizarre and Sage can hardly believe it, but once taking a moment to observe her body, her inhumane features... It makes sense.

Now the only thing that doesn't make sense is why Sage enjoyed watching her kill that night, when they bumped into a group of patroling police. Why can't she get the strange woman off of her mind?

Amongst that, she starts to notice... changes within Westwood. People have started to notice a pattern in the murders, that the murder victims may have not been very nice people to be around, mixed with doubts within the police force. So much so that a protest forms based around those very things, led by a journalist named Crystal, who Sage finds out knew Ivy before all this began. The protest gets interrupted by cops, and then by Ivy herself, who leads the police, Sage, and her coworker Wesley to a horrific scene. Wesley especially is affected, and takes his anger out on Sage after the fact, letting her know that she isn't welcome on their team.

Fearful for her career, Sage is forced to make a decision. She meets up with Ivy again, this time seemingly with no work-related intentions. They spend a whole day together, bonding and talking, with Ivy showing Sage where she's been hiding.

Big mistake.

Sage leads her team to the hideout, the closest they have ever gotten to tracking her down. It was by chance that Ivy wasn't 'home', so it is still seen as a big step forward. It's like she flipped a switch, with Ethan praising her and inviting her to a night out. Finally she was being taken seriously, and yet she was racked with guilt.

She stays behind in those woods and finds Ivy, who is pissed that Sage broke her trust. Though she can't bring herself to kill her, she does chase her off. Sage knew it had to happen eventually, so why did she feel so empty?

Well, as it turns out, feeling like you restored the status quo of a misogynist-driven town isn't all that great. Neither is Ethan, who she thought was finally starting to respect her, revealing he's attracted to her. Neither is Wesley threatening to assault her, if not worse.

Running away from all of that and finding Ivy again... That's much better.

Sure, she'll have to go back eventually, but she can spend the night with her. And the day too. And perhaps assist her in a murder. Or three....

She knows there will be consequences for this, but she doesn't really mind. She's glad to be with Ivy, and to be doing something a little more satisfying that bringing a woman, who she understands is just very hurt and angry, to so-called justice.

What's the worst that could happen, hm?

[kingsteve-more-like-dadsteve]

The Princess

The Princess part 1

Prologue | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Masterlist

Pairing: Losers club x Fem!Reader

Summary: Reader is a princess that travels to Derry over the summer. She becomes friends with the losers but doesn't tell them she's a princess.

A/N: I really like this story. I've had this idea for a long time and it's one of my favorites

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"Steve, I'm so excited!" Y/N exclaimed as they drive into Maine. She has been talking nonstop since their trip started. Steve wanted to say he was getting tired of it, but he wasn't. He loved seeing his best friend happy.

Y/N watched out the window in amazement. Sure Hermosa was lovely and all but, sometimes a change in scenery can do you some good. All the trees, the dusty roads, the worn down buildings, sometimes it's really pretty. Especially when everything in her kingdom is all new and dull.

"How far away are we now?" She asked her driver. "About 15 minutes, roughly." He told her, smirking at her. "You didn't tell me when we were a half hour away!" She squealed while looking at him. "Oops?" he jokingly said.

They pulled in to Derry and got all signed in to their motel. She's never been in a town so small she had to stay at a motel instead of a hotel. They stayed there the rest of the evening, seeing as they were both worn out from their long trip.

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"Hey sleepyhead!" Y/N heard Steve say as she woke up. She groaned and turned on her other side, away from him. "No no no, not so fast there princess." He knows how she hates being called that in private. She turned and glared at him. "Call me that one more time, Steven." She said with a sarcastic smirk, knowing he hates being called Steven more than she hates being called princess.

They got up and got ready for the day. Not wanting to look too princessy, Y/N pulled her hair back in a cute ponytail, did very minimal makeup, and grabbed a cute summer outfit, and waited for Steve. He came out in a puffy vest with a stripped shirt on, with jeans. She started laughing.

"You know it's summer right?" He glared at her. "Oh hush princess." He said. She just giggled back and they were off.

After breakfast at a cute little diner, Steve left Y/N on her own, as the whole point of these trips are. She still had money and a few things that she would need, so she went and decided to get some ice cream.

When she got there, she noticed a group of kids. One, looked like a farmer almost. He was covered in dirt and had on overalls. Another, had on the opposite. He was dressed in very nice clothes. Khaki shorts and a button up. Beside him was a shorter boy, was wearing a fanny pack. He was talking to, yet another, boy. This one had on huge glasses. He was laughing away while the shorter one just rolled his eyes. There was yet another boy, he was wearing a navy shirt with yellow stripes,talking to a, wait is that a girl? The first girl? Anyways, the girl was wearing a cute floral dress, with another, kinda bigger boy, talking to her as well.

'They wouldn't want to meet me. I'll be fine. Just walk up and order your ice cream.' She thought to herself. She walked up to the truck and ordered her vanilla and chocolate swirl. Not letting her eyes wander to the group. That was, until she heard, "WHAT THE FUCK YOU CAN DO THAT HERE?!" She giggled and turned around to the group. "I don't know. I'm just visiting but hey, we'll see what he comes back with."

The server came back with a chocolate and vanilla swirl come for her. She paid and walked past the group saying, "Huh. Look at that. I guess you can." She winked and walked off, eating her ice cream.

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A/N: okay so yes. Steve is going to be loosely based off of Steve Harrington. And don't worry this isn't some sort of relationship thing between them. It's just platonic. He's like an older brother.