#it’s cool everyone’s busy booping

[rebelfell]

I'm sorry! I didn't mean to make you sad. I'm also on my period right now and yeah, the tiniest thing can set me off so easily. It's just that I've been reading your writing for a while now and I wish I could write as well as you. I'm always blown away by the writers in this fandom. You all write such high quality stuff and most of you don't even write for a living and that's insane to me. No lie, the stories I read on here are better than published writers. Long story short, I don't feel anywhere near good enough to post any of my WIPs but I'm trying to teach myself by reading more. I feel like I'm yet to find my style of writing. Most of the time I fall into the trap of trying to match someone else's style just because I like it. Idk, it's my own fault that I'm drowning in feelings of being inferior to other writers on here. But I am trying to work my way through it!

Ohhhh nonny, I’m giving you the biggest hug rn. We’re gonna have to have a talk under the cut 😅

Because I have felt EVERYTHING you described, as recently as the last five minutes. Idk if I’ll ever not feel it, you know? Part of that is just me, but it’s also being a writer—or any kind of artist.

I too am blown away by how much talent this little corner of the internet is bursting with. And when I started reading fics, I feel like I could sorta tell when I was imitating or trying to imitate the writers I admired the most.

And I think there’s something to that?

Obviously, you don’t want to copy anybody— but the way you get better at tennis is by playing people who are better than you. Because it allows you to change the way you play to play like them, and then your style of play evolves from there?

I think everyone thinks they could be better, or wishes they could write certain things the way someone else does? At least I hope so 😅

I don’t even *really* believe I write well? I’m fully convinced I’ve just learned how to arrange words in a pleasing way that sounds nice, and that fools people into thinking it’s good. And if you wait to feel like you’re good enough, or like you know your style, you might never start.

So by that logic…you should just go for it!

Easier said than done, I know, but there are writers on here who have older, hugely popular stories that they’ve said they would go back and do totally differently! But that doesn’t make what they originally wrote bad.

They just would be coming at it from a different perspective because they’ve changed. Your style and your voice are always going to be changing and altering and expanding because YOU are always doing the same.

[natsuyuki-w]

Not one of the boys

Twisted wonderland cast realizes that (Yuu) is a girl.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 Featuring: Leona, Ruggie, and Jack - Leech twins - Azul

- (Wander)San? Where are you going? No running!- shouted Crewel. - Sorry! 'going to the bathroom! - I excused continuing my rush. - You better not skip PE pup.- - Don't worry professor, they will not. - reassured Ace. - What time is it... Damn it! I'm already late. - I entered the toilet with the gym bag.

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A couple of hours later, period finished, I heard our Homeroom teacher from afar - (Wander)San? Again? No running! And where are you going in...- - To the bathroom! - - But...Make sure not to be lat...Never mind. - and after eying me a second time, he noticed I was still wearing the sports uniform.

- At least the professors, I'm not asking much right? - I mumbled angrily. - This stupid secrecy...I can't even take a decent shower after gym. - I grumbled some more in the empty bathroom, doing the little I could with the sponge and the water of the sink.

Uncle

- Uncle Leona was so cool at Magift! - Cheered the little intruder sitting on my lap. After the excitement of seeing his relative, since I was the only one giving him attention, he decided to crawl up the sheets and vent.

- Veeery cool! He was * pwah and then *shwah and then "GOOOAL... Wait...wrong sport. - I recalled the last match. - But do you know who's even cooler? - I smirked - The one who can Even defeat your uncle? - I dropped my voice down like telling him a mighty secret.

- Watch your tongue Herbivore - threaten the aforementioned. The kid giggled jumping up and down on my knees - Who is it? Who is it? - I cupped a hand to my mouth and waved him closer. - Is Cheka! - And I boopped his nose singing. - 'Cause, 🎶 you're gonna be the main event like no king was before. Brushing up on looking down, and working on your roar! 🎶-

- So loud - groaned the prince. - Hahahhaa yes!!! - The kid's strong cheers covered his lament - Have you heard Uncle Leona? Uncle (Yuu) says I'm the coolest!- Exclaimed the lion cub to the teenager lying in another cot.

- Pfha, She's not an uncle, and I don't care. - - He's right, I wouldn't Dare take the title from him...- *Pause - Wait, what have you just said? - - I don't care. - responded the boy -...are we really playing this game? Before that. - - You are not an uncle - and after another suspension added - an aunty perhaps. -

.... - EH????? - Death dropped everyone in the room. Some shocked by the new information, some from the fact that He knew about the secret. I quickly went to his side and bent to face the splatted prince. Cheka followed suit amused by my shocked face. - Wh-what are you talking ab...- but the smirk on his face told me I couldn't deny anything. - But,... How did you know???-

- W-wait, so (Yuu), you really...you really?...- floundered Jack. Deuce and Ace went beside him to pat his shoulders. - I didn't know either. - added Ruggie stepping away. - So, I was actually careful... - I mumbled referring to the astonished duo.

- Hahahhaa Uncle (Yuu) pick me up! - jumped the kid. Too stunned to realize the probable state crime accuse I could face, I hopped him on my hip. - Leona... How,...when?- - Entry ceremony. - - Eeeh? So soon... - - You threw the cape on the cat. That black shirt is fitting.- - B-but,... it was kinda dark.- - I can see well enough. - - But it could've been... a wrinkle of the clothes. -

- The morning after you snooped around our business I saw you two little detectives at the entrance and I eavesdropped. I needed to make sure you stayed in your place. - Then he smirked - Mmmm if I recall it was something about a stunning boy calling you a little lady and a crop top rather than an XXL t-shirt. - Jack was now redder than before, and Adeuce facing each other questioningly. - Phrasing...so misapprehended.- I pouted. Then he nodded towards me - And you smell girly. -

I rolled my eyes. - I may be hiding but I don't wanna smell like..."Refreshing", "Boss", "Sport" - I mumbled - Okay okay you got it right. Just... Please guys, the headmaster wants it to be a secret, something about management...school stuff. So keep it to yourself yeah?- - Just that?... Not telling me to treat you right? - asked the prince half joking. - Treat me...? It doesn't change anything, I'm still (Yuu). Treat me like always. - ... - Well I mean SOMETIMES you could be a little nicer with everyone...- but he quickly stopped me with a daring growl.

- Take your uncle good company Cheka - I whispered - Pour on him some more cute... I mean coolness. - he nodded and pounced on his uncle. - I can't believe Leona beat me at this too. - commented Grim realizing he wasn't the first to find out about my identity.

Squeeze

The audacity of this monster… 

- Oh… so it is like that ah? - I rose from the seat at the table. The calm tone in my voice was mismatched by a terrifying shadow behind my eyes. - I wouldn't dare embarrass the Great mage Grim. Since I'm a good-for-nothing human my help would be a nuisance.- I took a breath and pondered - After all you already made the wiser decision. Instead of accepting my, free, invitation to study together, you went straight to the smart student. - and I flicked the anemone on his head. - I'm sure with your sharp mind you'll be out of the situation in no time. - The trio gulped. Not even when they accidentally corroded my potion notebook they saw me that angry.

- Awww Koebi-chan, don't be upset. - chirped Floyd smiling. - Working him to the bone would be a good lesson teaching. What do you say, Prefect? - added Jade with malice, Grim shivered from head to toe. - You are so cute Shrimpy. Let me help you the best way I know...- and before either I or Jack could do anything he grabbed and pulled my arm towards him. -...a hug to squeeze all this anger away. - - NOOO!!!! - screamed Adeuce.

The strong hold on me soon came loose. My face was flat on his torso, I looked up and confusion was plastered all over his face. - I'll consider your kind offer guys. And thank you for the sentiment, Floyd. - sarcasm dripping from my every word. I slipped off his hold and walked out sending a wave to my friends, Jack in silence followed and threw a glare at everyone left behind.

---

The three got dragged away by the anemone while Floyd stood still with his arms held lightly out. Jade spoke up - I swore you were going to give your usual...- - Soft...- murmured the other. - Excuse me? - - I think I'll need another test. - snapped the hugger. - Azul wants us back to the lounge. - stopped him his brother while he aimed for our direction.

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- So ahem. Do you still want to go? Do you want me to ruffle them up perhaps? - asked Jack after a good minute of silence. I sighed - Of course, I'll go, I don't want to let them down. - A minute passed and mortified by my reaction I excused myself - Sorry for that. I was so frustrated.- - Don't worry, honestly, I think he deserved much worse, I could tell you were very hurt, I'm sorry. - - don't be... But thank you, Jack, for everything! You are so kind, I'm really glad we became friends. - All his might crumbled in a blushing mess.

- S-so *ah-hem do you think he figured it out? The moray I mean. - - Probably.- I responded firmly.

---

- Azarashi-chan...- Floyd crept on the grey cat. - Can I squeeze out of you a couple of things about dear Shrimpy? - said with a toothy smile that Grim knew better to confront with anything but assent.

Debt

- Your voice could be useful, but I'm already in stock. - As we sat on the plush couches of Azul's study we discussed the possible contract to free my friends. Jade lowered himself to whisper in the dorm's leader's ear. - WHAT??? - his collected gentlemanly persona completely slipped for a second, making me and Jack jump on the spot.

Azul covered his mouth looking me up and down, blushing again, and whispered back - Is it certain? - and the twins nodded. - But I would gladly test again... Koeeebi-chan can I give you another squeeze? - I found the heterochromatic eyes bored closely into mine. Jack growled receiving a lopsided smile

- So... (Yuu)san - continued the "mafia boss". - I think you might be already in debt with us, fufufu. - - For what? - I arched my brow. - Well, it would be a shame after all your good work in concealing your true identity...- -...good work...*PFFF...ask the other eleven. - I laughed - And here I thought you did a little digging. - I mumbled - I owe you nothing. I don't care at all to hide that I'm a girl, I'm doing it because the headmaster asked me to. He's worried that it would cause him problems or something. Honestly, I would gladly stop wrapping my chest in cloth and wear ALL the time baggy clothes. They are cute, don't get me wrong, but I would like some flattery sometimes. - I rumbled.

Awkward from my brutal honesty, he adjusted his glasses to compose himself and asked diplomatically - You're not worried about the consequences with Crowley? - - About you finding out? Because Floyd forcefully grabbed me and felt my boobs? No, I'm not. - - You Found Out How??? - sharply asked the mage. Floyd shrugged. - Yeah, and it was very soft. Then I kindly asked Azarashi-chan and he confirmed. - An irk formed on my forehead, Grim was truly getting on my nerves.

Recomposing I pointed - However, you spreading this information is a willing choice. So... I dunno, aren't You worried about the consequences? - He smirked - Not at all, now I have something else against..eh*hem...to discuss with our dearest headmaster. - then sighed heavily -...perhaps this might not be useful for our predicament after all.- returned to his composed self. - L-let's return to our main topic. Shall we? -

I know their surname is Leech… but they are Moray and you can’t tell me otherwise.

[pterodactylterrace]

Unapologetically Team Green Take:

Alicent

Ok, I’m going to call it now. They decided Maelor being Aegon and Helaena’s child was green propaganda. In F&B Helaena couldn’t even care for herself, let alone her remaining children.

Aegon allegedly gives Maelor to his mother to raise as her own. No mention of the surviving twin being given the same treatment. They will likely decide to give Alicent at least one bastard just to drive home the feeling of “see? Evil hypocrite!” Even though Alicent is a widow and not putting her illegitimate son in the succession.

It was rumored that Daeron would be an Alicole bastard, but then how in the fuck did he hatch his dragon? I’m getting the vibe that Tessarion was hatched to Daeron, which wouldn’t be possible unless Viserys was his father. I can already hear Condal now “everyone kind of forgot that only Targaryens can hatch a dragon egg” “it’s green propaganda that only Targaryens can claim dragons”

Just waiting for all the “Alicent is a hypocrite and a slut!” Hate to start rolling in. The only issue is that her paramour is a member of the kingsguard. And he is willingly breaking his vow. A vow Aegon doesn’t seem to even really care about that much. It sounded more like a suggestion when he told his kingsguard pal that he was supposed to be celibate. Plus, isn’t the vow that they would father no children, not that they wouldn’t get their freak on? I mean, maybe it’s splitting hairs, but the point of the vow is that they won’t have anyone or anything else they would put before their duty. Isn’t it kind of null and void if the resulting child would be a member of the royal family? Not to mention, Alicent took Ye Olde Morning After, so they are actively preventing him from fathering children.

Aemond

Speak High Valaryian between my legs to me

That smooth, cool voice just effortlessly tearing into Aegon. That had no business being THAT hot.

It’s nice to know Aegon wasn’t planned on being there. At least they have some sort of brain in their heads.

My take is that Aemond gave Aegon a chance, and came to his aid when it was clear he couldn’t win on his own. I also prefer to think that he didn’t mean to roast his brother.

We see Aemond walking around the crash site with his sword out. He is in the process of sheathing his sword when Cole approaches.

He exchanges no words, just points to where his brother and Sunfyre are.

My guess is they will try to frame it as “Aegon was a big dumb dummy and we needed him out of the way”

Aegon

He is so upset no one is listening to him. Can’t say I blame him.

His broken HV 😭 especially in comparison to Aemond’s easy grasp of the language.

“Mom, why are you in my room?”

Alicent has no idea the morning her son has had and her words are most certainly what pushes him over the edge.

The little kitty cat bapping of the pitcher off the table 😭

OH MY STARS AND GARTERS, THE SUNFYRE BOND!!!

Just a happy golden boi giving his rider a chest boop with his snoot. I may never recover from this. This is how I imagine TGC greets his dog when he gets home.

Sunfyre doesn’t need HV commands, he knows what Aegon wants. (Lemme guess Condal, Sunfyre just kind of forgot dragons only understand HV, it’s not because of their bond)

Golden Boi doing his absolute bestest!!! Poor baby has 0 battle experience. What he does have is a drunk rider and a can do attitude!

Maybe drunken dragon fighting was a bad idea?

The golden flames tho!!!!

Cole

Finally using his head for more than something to put his helm on.

It was a good plan. Kudos for the thought that went into it. Unfortunately, no one accounted for Aegon drinking and flying.

Not Gwayne instantly thinking Cole planned on Aegon showing up at the exact worst possible time.

Riding hard to get to Aegon, even as Aemond and Rhaenys fight overhead.

First thing he does when he regains consciousness is resume his search for Aegon.

Falling to his knees when he sees his eldest surrogate son burned and broken after his first taste of battle. He may not fully respect Aegon’s authority, but he still cares for him as a person. As his son.

Sunfyre:

WE WERE ROBBED

We needed more Sunfyre! He has been on screen for like two minutes, but in those two minutes he showed so much personality. The boop! THE BOOP!!!!

He throws up a wing against Vhagar’s flame to protect Aegon.

When they fall, sunfyre curls around Aegon to protect him.

Vhagar

How TF did they manage to hide a mountain of a dragon in the woods?

She is a real one for that nap, though 😂

Aemond said “wait” and she was like “thank FUCK!” And just flopped back down for a snooze.

How is this giant somehow also a master of stealth?

I understand Meyles being able to sneak up on Sunfyre, she is a very fast dragon, but Vhagar is noted to be slow.

But somehow she just manages to pop out of nowhere and snack on other dragons no problem.

Grabbing Meyles by the leg and roasting her. Grandma knows how to handle these hatchlings!

Conclusion:

Can we please have more focus on the dragons in a show about war between dragon riders? They are more than just transportation devices. They have personalities. I WANT TO SEE MORE OF THAT. Not more Syrax and Caraxes. Syrax is less of a dragon and more of a chicken pony, and we have seen the noodle boi so much. Show us the Green dragons FFS. They have less. It should be easier to show all of theirs, but instead we are constantly shown the dragons being used to patrol or transport the blacks. The one other time we see Vhagar it’s from miles away while she is patrolling KL. Also, why are none of these riders practicing evasive tactics? That seems really important. Instead they just fly at one another, clash, lock and bunny kick the shit out of their opponent.

I would just love to see them actually doing something with their dragons other than just using them as horses.

[bwobgames]

the last of the beebo commentary’s for now until i have time to do the rest of the endings

a well earned reward indeed

wait omg blushy angel he’s so cuteeeee

the flirting is adorable and the cutest ever but guys there’s still a murder person and time loop house to deal with flirt later

omg ratatoing!!?!

still crying about the fact they love each other

he just wants to play a homoerotic game of pool with you beebo can’t fault the man for that

can’t believe he’s homophobic on top of all the murder smh

they love each other 😭😭😭

(can you tell the love being there always makes me cry)

jumping him wouldn’t be the worst plan

oh no decisions

ooo spooky angel i love him

oh god more decisions no

book touching 10/10 activity

oh no poor simon :(

nooo poor everyone :(

*through tears* at least they remember the love confession now

beebo cool brother :((

it could’ve been the wildlife

noooo i knew i chose wrong damn it

i will be finding comfort in beebos name being silly thank you very much

well at least he’s not sexist anymore

immortality is truly always a curse no matter what huh

immediate ok how do we explain this is so real yeah he def just tripped

tiny nadia in the background is great

aw the lil boop is cute

angel :( i get it but we can’t

oh fuck i don’t know how to answer

noooooooo fuck

noo guys this isn’t what you should do it’s not worth it

well at least he’s self aware that he’s traumatized

they will get a good grade in mental health i believe in them

i love nina as the mari translator

gasp personal business

and thats ending 2

that was so good and so like bittersweet they’re not ok but they’re gonna get better. the house still stands but only for now. i’m crying this is so good i can’t just wahhhh i’ll have to do the rest of the endings another day but god this ending was a good one for the first go around i think (oh also ye it was round 5 where you can get locked in the house forever in an unintended way)

FINALLY Someone got the ratatoing reference

The love was there. It's one of the main points of the narrative and it was there!!!

[safyresky]

BUD-A-BOOP-BOP! TWINS!

boy HOWDY have some THURSDAY NIGHT SCRIMBLES! 🥳 Now in magical TECHICOLOUR! It's older Twins! Fino and Fiera!

Design stuff below the cut 🤗🤗

My god I'm having fun with these markers. But the colours are LIMITED as I only have like 2 starter sets and they're FUN but deffs I could use a few more in betweens.

ANYWAY. DESIGNS.

Fino

Doing my boy first bc we already had fun with Older Fiera ages ago lmao

I'd been wanting to share his older design for AGES tbh! Had it in me head around the same time as I shared the older twins and Jacquie scribbles lol. ANYWAY

He is SEMI fancy! Big fan of button downs and vests/waistcoats!

Doesn't ALWAYS wear the vest

His shirts 9/10 times have funky patterns. Like fungi or flowers or just the weirdest fucking designs you EVER did see. His siblings and orc friend (Kenothy) all make it a fun game to find him the most OBNOXIOUSLY WEIRD SHIRTS. His collection is HUGE and VARIED and HURTS THE EYES FIFTY PERCENT OF THE TIME

he is like a walking mullet but the business is on top, the party is below. He is a jeans man through and through and you can pry his converse/kicks off his cold, dead feet tbh. they are ALWAYS red. he probably has like 10 pairs like some kinda cartoon character

belt is pink bc fiera's magic! the inside of his cloak is rainbow, like his twin's fire :D

the cloak also does have a big old hood and covers his whole him so he can look mysteriouse

and then give people whiplash when he whips the cloak back and pulls the hood down and. well. on fire colourful schemey looking young man

everyone's usually like "i didn't expect the freckles. or the fungi shirt"

the fungi shirt is his fave

plz picture a fungi pattern all over his shirt!

when he uses his staff, the flame turns rainbow too and the snowflake glows :3

I've said it before and I'll say it again: Fino's warlock aesthetic is "i live in your local forest and i love my family and i'm making it everyone's problem"

the outside of the cloak is a nice forest green! bc he likes forests (if that wasn't obvious lol)

he's pretty chill but has resting plotting face. generally if he's looking like that he has examined every angle of a situation and is about to make a bigger one. or fix the current one. or both!! and is VERY proud of himself!!!! (as he SHOULD be!)

he and Fiera ARE the same height but I drew Fiera first and started Fino top down as you do but neglected to watch the height lol. so just know. they are BOTH tall and BOTH the same height!!!!

He is the BEST warlock of the current era he is warlocking in. If Uncle Pyros was around he'd be mad jealous. Same with Granny Frost tbh. Grandpa Winter would like, lift him up like Simba like "THAT'S MY GRANDBSON! THE BEST WARLOCK IN THE WHOLE WORLD!"

(if the bio grandparents were around, you bet it would be a big case of "the in-laws don't get along" lmao)

Fiera

pink is her fave colour and the colour of her magic, so her shirt, shoes, AND hair ribbons are all pink, but it's a lil light, innit? like i said, limited colours lol

BUT WE'RE HAVING A GRAND OLD TIME DOWN THIS WAY.

EVEN IF MY NOSE SMELLS LIKE ALCOHOL ALL THE DAMN TIME

RIGHT. FIERA.

HOT PANTS! SHE'S GOT HOT PANTS!!! They're not that dark blue, bit of a lighter wash for her denim (but I don't have a lot of blue options lol)

suspenders are red bc FINO'S MAGIC! one is always hanging off of her, the other is always up. she doesn't do this on purpose it just HAPPENS bc she doesn't actually really need them? it's the FASHION. the STYLE.

sometimes hair ribbons are red too, bc Fino magic :3

ALSO wears converse but the boot like ones, bc I've always wanted a pair of boot converse! They look SOO COOL and SOO INCONVENIENT, AND THEY ARE COLOURFUL! I mean. Fiera's are pink but I'VE SEEN ALL THE COLOURS. AND I WANT.

I mean. why make OCs if not for them to wear the things you can't have/afford/pull off?

huehuehue

she's not THAT buff tho she is pretty strong. i am a writer by trade so my doodles are not to scale (read: scrimbly). anyway, she's probably usually a tank/halter top person??? this doodle just really wanted to be a t-shirt!

both twins have elements of their outfits inspired by the fam, not TOTALLY on purpose but it did make me cackle as I noticed them so TAKE THIS QUICK SYNOPSIS:

Fino:

dress shirt, belt over suspenders: blaise vibes

big ol cloak: winter vibes

comfortable shoes: jacquie vibes

vest: jack vibes

Fiera:

suspenders: jack and blaise vibes (both are known to wear them as an accessory instead of for their intended purpose of keeping pants up)

hot pants and boot like shoes: jacquie vibes

hair buns: winter vibes

man, I love the older twins. the SHENANIGANS they get INTO! they're a dream team, you won't know what hit you by the time they're through with you 🥰🥰🥰🥰

[i-make-fun-of-spn-characters]

hope this is ok to ask but if you’re willing to spill would you mind talking about some of your spn fic opinions 👀👀

DISCLAIMER: Everyone who writes fic is awesome for doing it and should do what they want and my opinion doesn't matter because who gives a fuck what I think??? Write what makes you happy!!! It doesn't matter!!! If someone doesn't like it they can read something else or write their own fic!!!! I will jump to the defense of an author whose work I don’t even like if they get a bitchy entitled comment from some jerkweed who thinks every fic should be written exactly how THEY want.

That said, in MY opinion *breathes*:

Need more of Cas being a bitch. Cas can be cool sometimes yes and sometimes he can be awkward yes but also he doesn't answer the phone, and when you call him out for ghosting you he just shrugs and says he was busy. He rolls his eyes because you're exasperating and your voice is grating. He ate his own siblings a few times and also said he wanted them all to die because they were so annoying about free will in season 6. Like yes he does little puppy dog eyes and says “sorry” but then he does that same shit again for the 12 billionth time to everyone around him. 

Need more of Dean being that guy. The "I was right about the thing and you didn't listen to me and it blew up in your face, idiot" guy. Like a lot of fics that are Dean centric seem to focus on Dean's self worth issues and his belief that no one loves him and he doesn't deserve happiness because he is a Loser and Stupid and a Weapon and is parentified which is a thing that Dean deals with feeling, but he is also THEEE most annoying hoe when he is right about something and he will NOT shut the fuck up about it. There is a lot of "Nobody will ever love me I am not smart like Sammy ;_;" and I would love to read more "I am literally the actual psychic in this family and I can sniff out how this stupid plan you came up with will fail with the accuracy of a bloodhound looking for a corpse that is just 2 feet away and I will tell you exactly how dumb you are then the universe will prove me right after you go behind my back and I WILL remind you about it at least 5 times." Yes Dean has self-worth issues but also yes Dean will endlessly shit on beings who could kill him in the blink of an eye and will tell everyone they are fucking stupid. 

Nobody can write Sam. Not you, not me, not his fans, not his haters. If, by some miracle, a person CAN write Sam accurately, then they write the best Sam ever written in the entire universe and there are galaxies exploding in your brain as you read his inner monologue... until you get to the part where Dean or Cas becomes relevant and then you immediately have to click out of the fic because this author put every single stat they have into Sam Understanding and apparently there’s are Cas Understander and Dean Understander penalties for doing that of like negative 5 trillion. Worst takes you have ever seen in your entire life. It is too painful to continue reading. Horrible crimes are being committed.

If Kevin appears in a Sam-centric fic there is a good chance the author is mean about him. 

Now that we can exclude things from search results on AO3, I need a tag called: #Everyone gets an A+ on their Mental Health Report Card after the decades of torture and/or lobotomies except Dean who is the Only Fucked Up One Because He Just Can't Manage Like Everyone Else Can And He Is Explicitly Treated As A Burden For Having Trauma Instead Of The Idea Of Him Being A Burden Being Subverted. 

Fics where Cas shows up in the fic to randomly bring dues ex machina from randomcountry and then disappear again as unobtrusively and robotically as possible "You're welcome my friends Sam and Dean Winchester beep boop" *flies away on wings ignoring canon wing loss timeline* are just????  

I notice many authors don’t care/remember when Cas does and doesn’t have certain powers in canon and he flies everywhere and it leaves me very disoriented. Like who even IS a Cas who never lost his wings? That is a different guy.

Every time someone writes "Dean finally pulls his head out of his ass" in the summary of their destiel fic a cute baby animal gets swallowed up by quicksand. 

Making Benny evil is a self-report that you don’t know how to write a friend or love interest for Dean that is better than him and that fact lives rent free in your head. 

[i-love-sweet-william]

late new year's resolution: giving myself permission to yell without art

Will transforming is always so good but it's fuckin impossible to search because there's no single word/tag for "in which Will looks physically fucked in various UD ways"

(I was specifically looking for someone's vecna!will art recently and I can't find it because I can't search tags with a ! since every post that includes Will and Vecna shows up....byler was just sitting there on the ground and Will was all tall and gangly and had his vines wrapping around Mike (as always) with Mike touching one....like a cursed finger boop......anyway if you know what I'm talking about, send me a link I'm begging)

ngl more than Will transforming and Mike comforting him, I like to think about fucked up Will comforting MIKE. consider:

4-5 — the monster under Mike's bed has gotten good at navigating the Wheeler's house when no one's home/everyone's asleep, but Mike can hear it sometimes and one day he decides "I AM GOING TO CATCH WHATEVER IS IN MY ROOM!! MOM SAYS THERE'S NO MONSTERS BUT I KNOW IT'S HERE!!!!"

Mike is constantly throwing things under his bed when he doesn't wanna clean up so Will has gotten used to Mike just reaching around for whatever he needs and going back to his human business so he like....deadass doesn't even attempt to hide when Mike Does look for him while setting a trap. his mistake. he panicked and wanted to calm Mike down but he overcompensated and destroyed any threatening vibes he might have had.

anyway now he's Mike's cryptid imaginary friend for the forseeable future and they have a sort of Sully/Boo dynamic, in which Mike is just fucking thrilled with this giant cute monster and Will is panicking about a human trying to be all clingy and gross because this is Not how it's supposed to go what the fuck is happening

6-8 — a friendless Mike is having a bad time and his extreme negative emotions yeet him into the UD and demoWill has to wordlessly calm him down and try to figure out how to send him back to wherever he came from. now he has this little human menace riding on his bony shoulders everywhere because Mike's self-preservation skills are nonexistent and he kept almost getting strangled by vines or pissing off packs of demodogs and also Will has to keep him alive without letting him get more contaminated than he already is from breathing the air.

when Mike does get back home, and sort of explains where he was and what was happening, no one believes him and they try to make him process it as a near death experience. I mean he eventually lies and tells people what they want to hear but like he can see evidence of Will following him around on the Other Side sometimes, in the present, not as a trauma filter or waking nightmare but just...flickering lights, temporary marks on the walls, a general feeling of no longer being alone and friendless. when Will is older and stronger, or if Mike has another particularly Bad Time, they'll see each other again.

9-12 — sentient horror Will Byers isn't supposed to be here but he doesn't have good control over his powers yet and he's not sure how to go back and he was spotted by someone while considering his options....which immediately narrowed his choice down to "do not permanently damage this human's brain with my incomprehensible form" so Mike just has a mysterious cloaked friend in the woods for a while (a really shitty cloak!! his wizard robe is pathetic rn but he will eventually gain more control and take a more comprehensible purposeful form, so he can face Mike looking fancy as fuck) eventually Will is gonna walk out looking like a background character from one of Mike's favorite fantasy movies and Mike will lose his entire shit. his ghost friend is cool as hell and he is so glad his mom forced him to go outside that day.

13-15 — Will is in the human world on purpose, has a human appearance on purpose, makes emotional connections on purpose......but it can't last forever. he has to take frequent trips to the UD to get the proper nutrients/energy to survive. if he doesn't return on time, he'll start losing his appearance or just sorta melt out of this dimension. which isn't really a threat to his physical health or anything, but having someone Witness it could definitely be detrimental to that Emotional Connections thing.

anyway Will often gets a lil too caught up in spending time with Mike and has to make a quick escape. one time when he realizes it's time to go Mike interrupts, Will blatantly fails to come up with an excuse, byler get in a mild argument about lying which wastes even more time, and then they faces the consequences of their affection (affection meaning Will not wanting to explain in order to keep Mike's mental health intact, and Mike wanting to know what's wrong because Will always seems like he's in fucking peril but never explains)

not that Mike ends up caring after he starts to understand the situation, but bro he thought Will was fucking dying or getting abducted by aliens or some shit in the middle of having an actual fight about Will "disappearing" like he was just not having a good time. Will chilled him out tho. and also now he can show Mike more of his capabilities

I will type about aus until my hands fall off......

[evillovelust666]

Fictional World Role Play: "Revealing Secrets" part.1

prologue: Aftermath in "HELLUVA BOSS - OZZIE'S // S1: Episode 7 - FINALE"

It's Halloween of 2021 Blitz is crying while in a fetal position on the couch when he heard a buzz from his hell phone he looked and see it's a text message from me wishing him a Happy Halloween with Halloween theme emojis he wipe the tears off his eyes and text back Blitz texting: "Happy Halloween to you too Stacy what are you planning?" me texting: "I'm going to Putnam Pantry Candies, Ice Creams & Cafe to get a sundae like I do every year on Halloween want to come?"

Blitz texting: "Sure just give me a sec" me texting: "Ok I'll open the portal for you when you're ready see you then" I text him a black and orange heart emoji Blitz texting: "Yeah see you there" he text me a wink with a kiss emoji after we hang up he got himself ready washing his face making sure there's no tears in his eyes I'm at Putnam Pantry Candies, Ice Creams & Cafe got a buzz from him and open the portal for him to come in he came out while I was blushing me: "Woah cool jacket Master Blitz you looked like a bad boy superhunk"

he lean against me flirting Blitz: "Glad you like it if you want I can wear this when were in the bed together having fun" I was stuttering only to get surprise when he boop me on the nose Blitz: "Boop!!" me: " (laughing) Hey!" as he went inside I can sense his aura that something's not right that something must've happen and follow inside me: "After we have our sundaes you can get whatever you want here it's on me" Blitz: "Wow thanks Stacy" after we grab our sundaes and ate at the table things were awkwardly silence he decided to break the silence and ask Blitz: "So how're you doing?" (note: the next part I'm about to say is true about my grandma Mimi Ann's death)

me: "Well let's see I heard that my grandmother Mimi Ann was coughing up blood collapse on the ground in the backyard at my aunts Auntie Jojo's 4th of July party then went to the hospital after she recovers the doctors recommended that she goes into surgery on her chest in August but there's a chance that she might not make it and you know the results the surgery went horribly wrong and she died on August 12th I didn't know what to feel anymore after hearing that then on August 21 you, Moxxie, and me where capture by the secret agents while Loona, Millie, and Stolas came to saved us and battling the secret agents after things were settle with you and everyone else on that same date of Mimi Ann's funeral so a lot of shit has happen this summer dealing with this"

me: "She appear in an urn" I looked down while Blitz rub his neck nervously at my answer Blitz: "Oh….." Blitz: "Sorry to hear this" me: "It's fine I said that my families of both sides were dealing with a lot of shits and I haven't seen them since even my own and I've been doing great hanging out and serving my masters they only appear to me when they died" I looked at him as his eyes met mine me: "So aside of that how're you doing?" Blitz: "Oh I'm been doing great just finish another business in the living world"

I looked on and see there's something else me: "Anything else?" he sweats nervously and put on a fake smile Blitz: "No no just that nothing suspicious here" he laugh awkwardly as he got up and I summon a backpack for him to get all the candies and a few plushes of horses for himself after the purchase I open the portal for him to his home and he intertwined his hand with mine Blitz: "Wanna watch horror movies at my place?" I smile softly me: "I love too" and went inside to his home this is my first time seeing where he lives Blitz: "I'm gonna go take a piss make yourself comfortable ok?" me: "Sure"

as he went to the bathroom I look around seeing photos on the walls of Moxxie, Millie, Loona, and everything else when I notice that Blitz scribble himself out in all the photos I was sadden feeling this pain of what I'm seeing now I know there's something wrong with him and he's keeping all of his emotions deep inside of himself I went to the couch and sit as Blitz came out of the bathroom Blitz: "What do you think of my humble abode Stacy?" me: "It's interesting this is my first time seeing where you live in Hell" as he sit down next to me on the couch I picked up the remote and browse the horror movie in zombies section as he pull out the candies from the backpack and gave some to me we watch the movie I see him thinking of something and pause the movie me: "Master Blitz what's the matter?" Blitz: "What? oh nothing just enjoying having you here eating candy and watching a horror movie on Halloween night"

I place my hand on his shoulder as he look at me trying not to freak out me: "You been acting nervous lately did something happen?" Blitz: "Like I said just finish business with the gang in the living world there's nothing else that happen" he scoot turning his back and move further at the end of the couch me: "I get it you don't want to tell me but still…." I hugged him from behind as he stiffen up but relax hearing my voice

me: "I sense that something has happen with you tonight I felt it in my heart your hiding it confined it inside of you I know you don't want me to push this if you want down the road you can tell me what's on your mind you're my master I want to be of use to you I'm sorry if I'm disobeying you" he sigh and place his hand on mine and reply (note: I listen to him while I still hugged him from behind in this pose)

Blitz: "I admit it something did happen tonight it was the anniversary of Moxxie and Millie I wanted to tagged along but need a date in order to get in I call Stolas and they went into Ozzie's in the Ring of Lust we follow and things were painfully intense I saw my ex-friend Fizzarolli along with his boss who's in charge of the place Asmodeus then my ex-girlfriend Verosika was there and things got worse then another angry moment I had with Stolas as I drop him off at his place and I've been feeling mad and shit it's hard to bare this"

me: "Oh Master Blitz…." I gently squeeze him as his tail wrap around me Blitz: "There's something else I want to tell you I never told Moxxie, Millie, and Loona anything about this so I'm only going to open up this one time for you so don't tell this to anyone" I place my hand on his face as he looked at me not knowing what to feel me: "I'll keep it a secret seal away inside of me I never go around telling anyone on my masters personal life what kind of person do you take me for?" he smile softly Blitz: "I know you respect everyone's reputations you're a good person thinking of them then yourself I see that"

he turn around and started to tell me about his life Blitz: " A while back when I was little me my mom, dad, and my sister Barbie we work in the circus then I first met Stolas and there me and Fizzarolli he too help the circus we're once best friends until something personal happen when we got older and this is where I stopped here" me: "That's good you told me about yourself little at a time you don't have to push further this is fine little progress talking about your life" Blitz: "Thanks that feels fucking great getting some of this off my chest I'm glad you listen" me: "I'm glad to be of use to you my Master Blitz"

I unpause the movie as we ate candies and continue watching until a tarantula popped at the scene and I scream while hugging Blitz me: "MOTHERFUCKINGCOCKSUCKINGTITSLICKINASSHOLEBITCH!!!!" he laugh so hard at my reaction while hugging me back I close my eyes not looking at the screen me: "Let me know when it's gone please?" Blitz: "Sure thing scaredy cat" me: "Damattero kuso" he chuckle at my reaction seeing how cute I'm being as we held close while we continue watching the movie

present day March 11, 2023 I was helping around in the I.M.P Headquarters cleaning the office while organizing the files and documents while Moxxie holding his signature mug and Loona texting on her hell phone Moxxie looks around Moxxie: "(softly claps twice) You know, I checked the scale today (inhales) And it said I lost two pounds this week" me: "That's great Master Moxxie" Loona looks at Moxxie, then rolls her eyes back to her phone, much to his annoyance

Moxxie: "I. Am not. FAT!" me: "You're not fat Master Moxxie you look amazing and in my case very hot and good-looking" he smile and gloats at Loona Moxxie: "See at least someone has the acknowledgement of my appearance!" she just gave Moxxie another annoyance look and continue resuming on her phone me: "(sigh) Really Lonna?" suddenly the front door kicked open by a furious Millie as she stomps around the office mumbling angrily

Millie: "(mumbling angrily) Ooh! Such a fucking asshole! That little motherfucker. I just wanna take my finger up and shove it up his fuckin' little thing!" upon coming up to the table Millie slams her coffee cup on the it disturbing Loona Millie then passes Loona and hits a button titled "Nut button!!" that summons a cardboard cutout of a human saying "Hi! I'm a Hooman!" then throws a knife and lunges at said cutout Moxxie looks at her disturbed as I walk next to him and whisper me: "Um Master Moxxie I'm scare to ask" he place his hand on my shoulder reassuring me Moxxie: "Don't worry Stacy I'll handle this" Moxxie: Millie, honey. Is everything okay? Millie hisses back at Moxxie in response disturbing us even more but she manages to calm down Millie: "Yeah. Just…bumped into an ex." (tail twitches) me: "You met your ex? damn" rubbing the back of my neck remembering my ex-boyfriend M.K (AKA Matt Sevdlow) Moxxie: "Oh! Oh…" Millie: "(retracts knife) He just kept going on about how he has money now, "a bright future," and "a bigger cock." me and Moxxie: "Wait, what?" Millie: "(raises voice) Every time I see his stupid face, I can't help it! I just need to…" Millie punches the filing cabinet spilling all the files and documents beside her in frustration me: "OH FUCK ME!! I just did that!" Blitz enters the room on his hell phone shortly after Blitz: "What the fuck is all this noise? I got a client!" me: "Sorry Master Blitz Millie is pissed at meeting her ex" Moxxie: "Yeah sorry, sir we'll get this all cleaned…" He holds up a photo of two imps making out in horse suits Moxxie: "What is this?" I looked at the photo and wonder on that too as Blitz grab the photo from Moxxie's hand stuttering Blitz: "Uh, research! For science! Just put it back correctly, okay? Alphabetize them" me: "Yes Master Blitz" he smile at me as he walks back into his office while me and Moxxie picked up the files and documents he ask Moxxie: "So Stacy did anything at home?"

me: "No I don't want to do anything in my room on account of my cat Yoshi's death in 2 days just want that day over with just staying superstitious" Millie: "(sad) Oh that's right she died on March 13th" Moxxie: "How long has it been?" me: "13 years now can't believe that cursed number out of any date it has to be that bad luck number she died on just wished she wait until next month instead of dying on the date a couple of weeks before my birthday March is now my curse month"

they were both sad and hugged me on eachside Millie: "Don't say that it's suppose to be the joyous month of your birthday think about the gifts you're gettin' and that blizzard cake you order from Dairy Queen" I place both my hands on theirs and reply me: "To be honest I don't feel like looking forward on my birthday" they held me close sadden at hearing this when suddenly there was a loud noise as Blitz came out of his office we all saw the helicopter before the main window

Blitz: "What the fuck is that?" then the helicopter shoots a grappling hook under the window breaking the wall Loona looks on without a word Blitz: "Satan's ass crack! Enough with the walls shit, we have a door!" with the damaged walls a wind gusts through the office and distributes all the photos Blitz had been saving across the town me: "NO!!!!!! all the files and documents!!!!!" Blitz: "My research!"

The helicopter approaches Blitz creating a bridge for them to walk upon and the pilot steps out Pilot: "I.M.P?" me: "Yes that's them" pilot: "Right this way, please!" Moxxie: "Uh, sir?" Moxxie points a gun toward the pilot while Millie holds her knife out and I summon my katana behind my back pointing at the pilot as well Moxxie: "What's going on?" Blitz: "Now, don't worry! It's just some fancy shmuck from Greed wanting to do business with us" as I return my katana behind my back as it disappear Blitz, Moxxie, Millie, and me walk on the bridge toward the helicopter

Moxxie: "Uh, sir? I don't think this is a good idea" Blitz: "It'll be fine. Now, get your asses moving" me: "Sorry Master Blitz" apologizing for the delay while crossing the bridge to the helicopter he let's me in first being a gentlemen while he pushes Moxxie and Millie into the helicopter and as she tries to buckle herself in Millie notices her seatbelt is broken Millie: "Is this thing safe?" Pilot: "Don't worry, we are professionals!" as the pilot is getting ready I help me: "Here Millie I'll fix this" using my magic and gave Blitz, Moxxie, and Millie fixed seatbelts Millie: "Thanks Stacy" me: "No problem uh Master Blitz?" Blitz: "Yeah?" me: "Sorry I didn't use my magic sooner all your files and documents would've been safe then" Blitz: "It's ok you help shit happens" the pilots proceed to take out a huge chunk of a wall as they fly off later the same helicopter is seen flying out of a hanger in the Greed Ring as they fly over Loo Loo Land which is going under reconstruction along with other carnage as they fly over a sign reading "Welcome to Notamafia Town: No mafia here! We're Mafia-free!" Moxxie: (disdained groan) "I hate this place" Blitz: "Oh, yeah. This is your old stomping ground, isn't it, Mox?" me: "You mean this is your hometown Master Moxxie? where you were born and raise?" Moxxie: "Yeah, unfortunately. I grew up just over there (points through glass), swore I'd never come back, and— uh uh— what— what, where are we going?" the helicopter starts changing direction as Moxxie grows more and more anxious Moxxie: "What Blitz, who did you say this meeting was with?" Blitz: "I'm not sure, just some rich somebody or other who wants to do biz at his place" the helicopter finally lands and Moxxie grows heavily worried after realizing where he's landed Moxxie: "Oh, no, no! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, NO!" I'm beginning to sense how nervous Moxxie is concerning of his feeling being returning to his home the place in question is revealed to be a huge emerald color mansion dark smoke fuming through both chimneys Moxxie shivers in fear of the place as Blitz shoves him to move forward I grab Moxxie saving him from falling then we all heard a voice from the front doors and I saw the imp in his mafia outfit

(insert details here

https://hazbinhotel.fandom.com/wiki/Crimson#Appearance )

the story continue in part.2

[finelinevogue]

Can you write more about narcolepsy Y/N and Harry. I absolutely adore their relationship. I love how Harry takes such good care of her. Thanks

yeah of course i can! hope that this is alright, i decided to do a quick blurb of them on a date night;

Must. Keep. Eyes. Open.

Currently you were trying to do your makeup for date night with Harry, but you were so tired and exhausted from your ridiculous irregular sleep patterns recently that you were struggling to hold up your eyebrow pencil to your face. So you had given up on makeup and decided that picking out on outfit might be better to keep your mind awake and busy, but no because you felt yourself about to pass out on the pile of clothes on the floor.

Tonight, Harry had planned for you to two go out for dinner. The both of you had rarely been out and so you wanted to treat yourselves and each other. It had been planned for the last week and you’d been so excited to go, until your narcolepsy had decided to strengthen and make you uncontrollably fall asleep more often than not. Your body was weaker than it was a week ago and so the excitement and readiness to go out for dinner was getting lesser and lesser.

“Ugh!” You groaned in frustration, because you couldn’t find anything to wear. Your clothes were now in a massive heap on your bedroom floor and nothing looked good enough to wear. Or more, nothing looked comfortable to wear. You just wanted to slouch and sleep forever, or at least that’s what your body was telling you to do.

You leaned into the pile of clothes, huffing because tonight was already not going the way that you wanted it to. Harry was supposedly picking you up in two hours and yet you had barely begun to get ready. You still needed to do your makeup. You needed to pick out an outfit. You should probably wash your body and have a quick shave, luckily your hair had been washed this morning. The thought of how much you still had to do was stressing and tiring you out, making you need another nap.

You were trying to convince your brain not to fall asleep, but you weren’t strong enough, so to sleep you had to go. For the third time tonight.

Lights out.

Often your dreams came quickly when you slept and you had a lovely experience in dreamland which made you never want to leave, but sometimes you woke up not even remembering that you’d fallen asleep and you’d be really disorientated. Your dreams were a result of a quick sleep, whereas no dreams were because you were asleep too deep to dream. Luckily you always had Harry there to help you come around, when you awoke disorientated, and now was no different.

“Hey my beautiful girl.” He cooed and you realised your head was in Harry’s lap, head facing up to see the ceiling - only Harry’s head was the only thing you could see at the moment. He was sat crossed legged and had both his hands stroking the sides of your cheeks calmly.

“Hi.” You whispered, smiling at him and how beautiful he looked.

“What?” He asked when he noticed you staring.

“You’re so pretty.” You responded, reaching on of your hands up behind you to caress his cheek as he did yours. He leaned into your touch and then kissed your hand so softly that it was barely noticeable.

He was so utterly handsome though, dressed in a t-shirt with an over-shirt left unbuttoned to display the vintage Fleetwood Mac print. He was wearing some trousers too that were belted up high on his waist, a fashion trend he very much enjoyed doing ever since you jumped his bones for “looking too fucking hot”. You didn’t have the energy to jump him though tonight. You didn’t really even have the energy for date night.

Shit a fucking brick. Date night.

“Shit, Harry! God, date night. I need to get ready. I need to… I need—” You tried to sit up really quickly, but felt dizzy when you tried to so Harry stopped you and pulled you to lay back on his legs.

“Woah, will you stop baby. It’s okay. Stop worrying.” He ordered politely, forcing his hands down on you so that you would stay put and not try to move again until you’d fully brought your mind back to life.

“But what about dinner?” You asked, pouting because you didn’t want to upset him or disappoint him. You didn’t want to be a burden.

“Dinner can wait,” He told you confidently, going back to caressing your cheek, “and I know what you’re thinking so stop it. You’ll never be a burden to me. Every moment i’m with you, no matter when or where, builds for the greatest story of my life. So, even if we stay here in our pyjamas and just sleep, cuddle or watch rubbish on Netflix will be still a great evening, all because i’m doing it with you.” He leant down to place his lips against yours, but you brought your hand up to cover his mouth before he could. He looked at you confused, letting you speak.

“Because we’re doing it together.” You nodded and he nodded in agreement. You let your hand go and he wasted no time racing the rest of the distance towards your lips, crushing them with his own. He was so in love with you and you could taste it all over his sinful lips. The kiss was uncoordinated and messy from this angle, but it didn’t stop you from both kissing your bursting hearts out. Harry tried biting your lip but it ended him biting your tongue because you were both so out of sync with each other. You burst out laughing and he had to move an inch away to laugh too.

God your laugh was infectious, Harry thought.

“Let’s not try that again.” He laughed through his words. “Nearly bit your whole bloody tongue of then.”

“Would be like you then, what with you jumping out a window and biting the end of your tongue off.” You shook your head and belly laughed as you recalled the evening he had been high on shrooms. It was a very funny, but also a very terrifying evening, for everyone.

“That’s why i’m saying let’s not try it again you dipshit, because believe me missing your tongue isn’t as cool as it sounds.” He booped his finger on the tip of your nose, making you flinch from the unexpectedness of it. “Y’so cute.” He whispered almost to himself, but you still heard him. You hummed in response and leant up to kiss him again.

“Hey!” You whined as Harry pushed your face away, never so easily rejecting your kisses. You were about to start protesting more, but you got interrupted by a yawn so had to back down.

“How about we love to y’bed and then i’ll give you all the kisses you want m’sleepy girl?”

And it was so completely obvious that your answer was a yes.

[archive-of-note]

Fresh Sourdough and Old Stories.

(I’m not good at this fic naming thing don’t at me)

Pero Tovar x GN! Reader

Rating: Teen, only because reader gets a lil thirsty.

Warning: Food

Notes: @absurdthirst wrote this earlier today, I read it, this happened, then I took a nap.

Fun fact: I only know two things about my great grandad. One, he was from China, and two, when he met my great grandmother he said to her something along the lines of “you’re very fat.” Which from him was a complement. It got lost in cultural translation and her girlfriends threatens to kick his head in.

Writer Wednesday Week 25, @writer-wednesday

Your great grandmother told you the story.

You were young, probably four or five, when she turned off PBS and sat you down with all the solemn seriousness of some great tragedy.

Then she told you a story.

Pero Tovar, a mercenary— you had to ask what that meant— from Spain— you had to ask where that was— helped defeat nameless monsters at the Great Wall.

“The one in China?”

“Yes, sweetheart, that one.”

Something happened to him there, something beyond reason, a miracle or a curse— you asked how a miracle could be a curse— it has kept him alive these near thousand years— you still couldn’t count that high— and no one knows except for your family.

“Why only us?”

She booped your nose, “Because we were the only ones who noticed.”

When you got older, you learned that great grandad was the one who kept the story, but he told grandma before he left for war.

Everyone says he died on the battlefield, even though there were pictures of him back home after it was over.

You didn’t understand what that meant until later, and your heart still sometimes hurts for the man you never met.

For some reason the story stayed with you, even after only hearing it once. It lead to a somewhat obsessive phase with time traveling romances and history, your mother even joking that she didn’t just have you a bit late, but apparently centuries late.

You tried to slow down your rereads of Outlander after that.

Life happened, it stalled, you grew into a person via fits and starts, slowly chipping away at an AA until you suddenly had it but still had no clue what to do with it.

The bakery was supposed to be a pit stop, which insured that it would be anything but.

Grouchy four AM wake ups turned into tolerable ones, turned into excited ones. Your boss said you ran through the kitchen like a hurricane, but one that at least had the decency to pick up after itself.

You’d laugh and only slightly choke on the flour in the air.

Breads became muffins, then tarts, then pies, and occasionally even cakes. All of them simply presented but delicious nonetheless.

And time went on.

“I’m giving you first dibs.”

“First dibs on what?”

Wild berries with a lemon drizzle, one of your more extravagant offerings, but with summer coming to a close, that burst of sweetness with a subtle hit of zest was what people wanted. Something to hold onto that summer feeling as the season came to an end.

“The shop.”

Only several years worth of practice and learned reflex is what kept those tarts alive.

But only just.

“What?”

“You’re basically running the place yourself, if you want it, it’s yours.”

You place the tray on one of the cooling racks and swat at your apron, movements nothing more then an anxious fidget.

“But I don’t know anything about the business end.”

He laughs.

“I’m not leaving yet, just getting my ducks in a row, so I can teach you.”

Relief, still tinged with nerves but relief nonetheless.

He says you should’ve gone into business, with how fast the numbers and names stay with you, and maybe you’ll try for that one day. But for now, it’s just learning things and transferring others, making digital spreadsheets to give the poor hand kept ledger a break. Learning stock codes and company quirks that justify them still being used opposed to something closer or cheaper.

“And I don’t care what Jonathan says, the man is nearly old as I am, he damn well knows not to fuck with me.”

You choke on your laughter, it’s probably the first time you’ve ever heard the man swear at someone opposed to some temperamental machinery.

He laughs along as well.

“I’m sure you’ve got a handle on it, especially with the computer doing the sheets.”

“It can’t replace you.”

“Damn right it can’t!”

You hug him, he’s no longer your boss and that feels weird, but oddly enough not wrong.

You might actually be settling into this.

“Remember, anything gets weird or goes wrong, I’m just a phone call away. I won’t leave you hanging.”

“Yeah, I still might call though, just to check if you’re still kicking.”

“Worrywart, I’m not dead yet.”

“And you better keep it that way.”

He laughs, he leaves, and by noon that day, you get an email that informs you the deed of ownership has been transferred and the place really is yours now.

It’s scary.

It’s exciting.

And time goes on.

Some things change, you renovate so there are more windows, thus more natural light, you hire some new hands, to keep the back moving, and while it hurts you just a bit, you finally replace Ol’ Big Bertha. The oven screeches in protest and the guy who installs the new one is surprised that she was still standing. And after he gets a small burn, that surprise moves to the store.

“Bit longer, who knows what’d've happened, really,” he wipes his brow, “probably shoulda been replaced a good twenty years ago.”

“Probably closer to forty.”

He makes a face, “I was hoping to be polite.”

You wave a hand as you give him a tip, “Politeness in regards to safety never kept anyone alive, so please, use this as a cautionary tale,” you elbow him in the side in what was probably too casual a gesture, “might even get more sales out of it to boot.”

He gives an awkward chuckle, before walking himself out.

And time goes on.

He’s handsome, that’s the first thing you notice. Dark hair with a slight curl, olive skin, a prominent nose, he turns to look at something at the far side of the display, and his profile is striking, something classical that should be cut from marble.

“May I help you?”

Nothing.

You speak up, “Sir, may I help you?”

He hums, but you don’t think it has to do with responding to what you said.

“Sir!”

Still nothing.

Is he hard of hearing? It’s been ages since you practiced ASL, and even then, does he know it?

“May I help you?”

He finally looks to you, and maybe it’s the heat of the store, but the way his eyes widen tells you otherwise, his cheeks have a bit of a flush.

That doesn’t distract you from the scar that shows he almost lost his left eye.

Suddenly you’re reminded of the story your grandmother told you.

A constant scowl, a ceaseless appetite, a scared Spaniard that has walked the world for nearly a millennia.

“I-“

There’s a lit, you can’t identify it yet but your gut is telling you Spanish.

“I followed my nose.”

It is, and at no point did your grandmother say he was handsome, let alone that he was cute.

You can’t hold back your laugh.

He shuffles, shifting his weight as he shoves his hands in his pockets. And of course those jeans are damn near painted on his legs.

“That’s good.”

You look around the store, empty except for him. So if he isn’t who you think he is (possible) you won’t have any witnesses to your flight of fancy.

“That’s what I wanted. For people to be drawn in by the smell of fresh bread.”

Now you’re nervous, and your tongue feels thick and awkward in your mouth.

He looks to your face, but quickly moves his gaze down to your hands, and you can’t help but roll your fingers, feeling as if he’s looking for a ring or something similar to the sort.

He swallows, “I want something. The best you’ve got.”

You hum, thinking it over what you have, and the sort of man he seems to be.

The shelf behind you is under heating lights, that double as spot lights keeping every loaf warm and making each of them look good.

Something traditional, little to no processing, old fashioned.

But maybe a bit of a surprise as well.

Your eyes zero in on one of your experiments, oats and whet germ, more for texture than for flavor, but also a hint of pepper, nothing all that strong, but it adds a bit of a zing that you very much enjoy.

It’s an entire loaf, but one of the smaller ones, it was only an experiment after all.

You squeeze it as you pick it up, smelling the bread and being reminded of the cinnamon that you dusted the raw dough with as an afterthought, maybe you should pick another one.

But he did say the best you’ve got.

Your eyes flutter open, you didn’t even realize you’d closed them, and you catch a glimpse of his face. His mouth is open in something like awe, one hand raised but stalled in front of his chest, eyes a bit glazed over.

You blink again and he clears his throat.

You grab a plate, then figure if he’s who you’re gut is telling you he is, that he’ll want something else as well.

So you grab a tray, a crock and a pot, thinking of suggesting the broccoli and cheese cream soup, if he’s so inclined.

You push the tray his way, and he finally scrambles for his wallet, fumbling ever so slightly as he all but shoves his card your way.

P. Tovar

You shake your head, and his confusion turns into shock.

“For you, Pero Tovar, there is no charge.”

You can’t help your small smile, “Eat, enjoy, and remember.”

[heyheyheyhaikyu]

WWC

twenty - cute or whateva (w/p)

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You and Bokuto skipped into the gym, practically dragging Akaashi behind you like a doll. Akaashi was now in the middle, each hand connected to his two friends.

“Can you please slow down, my arms are going to rip off,” akaashi pleaded.

Bokuto laughed and slowed down, causing you to do the same.

“If you just let loose a little and joined the fun it wouldn’t have been a problem,” you complained.

“Well someone has to keep the two of you on a leash,” he stated, dropping your hand and crossing his arms.

You heard yelling and turned around to see where the commotion was coming from. “Oh, you should probably go find a place to sit. It’ll be a little bit before we actually start,” Bokuto said, waving to his team.

“Okay, I’ll just be up there. Make sure to look at me if you need encouragement,” you joked with a wink. Unbeknownst to you though, that’s what he would go to do for the entire match. Every time he heard you cheer for him it was like the gym was silent except your voice. His whole being was playing for you.

He wasn’t lying we he said he would play 110%. Him and Akaashi were more in sync then ever before and everyone could see that. Bokuto didn’t go into emo mode once for the entire match. Over all the two played amazingly and it didn��t go unnoticed by their team or coach.

“So, Bokuto, Akaashi, who is the person you brought with you today?” Coach Yamiji asked with a raised brow.

Akaashi looked at Bokuto and nodded for him to go ahead. “That’s our friend y/n! You might recognize them as Nekoma’s new manager,” Bo said with an excited smile.

“Ah, I see. Well you both played great today, so keep them around, eh?”

While they were talking you made your way back down, patiently waiting for them to finish. You saw Akaashi look over his shoulder for you. You wave and he signaled for you to come over to them. You hesitantly walked over with a smile.

Once you reached them, you stood in between your two friends. They both instinctively leaned closer to you, greeting you with happy smiles. “You played amazing today, both of you.”

“I was telling them the same thing a minute ago,” coach Yamiji stated.

You looked at him and nodded. “I’m l/n y/n by the way, sorry if I’m interrupting.”

He shook his head. “No no, I asked them to bring you over. I couldn’t help but notice our captain looking into the crowd more then usual today, so I figured he had brought a special someone,” he joked.

Bokuto laughed. “Yeah, y/n is pretty special.”

“If you mean that in an overly flirtatious crackhead kind of way, then yes, I’d agree,” Akaashi teased.

“Like you’re one to talk,” you said as you leaned in, booping him on the nose. His face scrunched cutely at the movement.

“Well, I’ll leave you to it. Have a good rest of the day and make sure to rest up,” the coach said to the boys. They nodded and watched as their coach went off to talk to someone else.

“So,” you said, turning the boy’s attention back on you. “My dad messaged me saying he had to leave for business for the weekend again, so would you guys be interested in staying at mine?” You asked with a grin.

“I’ll have to ask my parents, but I’m sure that’d be okay,” Bokuto said excitedly.

“Yeah, me too,” Akaashi said.

“Okay cool! Well what can I do to help clean up?” You joined them in cleaning the gym and afterwards you headed outside into the cool evening air. The sun wasn’t quite set yet, so you decided to walk around and watch the sky fade into blue.

“Sunsets are beautiful, aren’t they,” bo said, looking at the sky. You nodded and hummed in agreement, also watching the sky. Akaashi looked at the two of you and smiled at the gleam of happiness present in your eyes.

“You guys check with your parents yet?” You asked, spinning to look at them.

“Yeah, I’m good to go,” akaashi said.

“Me too!” Bokuto excitedly clapped his hands. “Should we get some food before heading there?”

You shook your head. “Nah, I’ll just make us something when we get there,” you laughed.

“You can cook?” Bokuto asked skeptically.

“Um yes?”

He stared in awe. “That so cool.”

“Why are you so surprised? I have to take care of myself some how.” You huffed

Akaashi laughed. “Well I guess it’s only impressive if it taste good, so let’s go.”

At your house you were busy in the kitchen making a quick meal. Bo and Aka were watching you as you skillfully made them food. You danced around to the music playing with a happy smile.

“Thanks for staying with me by the way,” you said as you stopped for a moment to look at them.

“I wouldn’t wanna be anywhere else,” bo said.

Aka nodded. “We’re happy to stay over whenever invited.”

“I’m glad. Ever since my mom passed it’s like all my dad thinks about is work. He’s amazing and I wouldn’t be where I am today without him, but it is a little... lonely sometimes,” you said sadly.

“You don’t have to feel that way anymore, y/n. You have us and all the people at Nekoma,” akaashi said, reaching across the counter and softly grabbing your hand.

Bokuto reached over and placed his hand on top with a smile. “I can’t speak for kaashi, but I know that I’ll be there for you no matter what, so you shouldn’t feel lonely ever again,” he smiled proudly.

You couldn’t help but laugh. “I love you guys so much, you know that? Thank you,” you said as you ran around the counter to pull them into a group hug, somehow ending up on the floor in a fit of laughter. You heard a beep and quickly returned to reality. “Oh shit the food!” You exclaimed, gently shoving the two off of you to get up.

You quickly finished cooking and gave the food to your friends. Afterwards you all went up to your room to watch a movie, play some board games, talk about random stuff, and more.

You laid on your bed with Bokuto and Akaashi both cuddled in too. “We should’ve turned the light off before cuddling in,” you whined softly.

“I’ll get it, don’t worry,” Bokuto said as he separated himself and got up, turning off the light and returning to his spot next to you.

“Goodnight my pretty angel,” you said, ruffling Akaashis hair. He was already drifting off, but gave a soft hum in acknowledgment. “And goodnight to you too, baby bird.” You smiled, leaning into him. You were happy.

Content with the warmth enveloping you, you quickly drifted to sleep.

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➪ Finally moving back to where you grew up, you excitedly start at your new school where your two childhood best friends attend. Joining their boys vbc as a manager wasn’t originally in your plans, but some things happen for a reason, right?

A/N: lmao ignore the thing in the pictures🤡 I was watching a stream💁‍♂️

[saurexhas]

Love is Blind - Part 1

So I’ve been hanging out with @studionovella​ and the team for @nightmare-castle​, and the sheer talent in their discord server is so amazing. It led me to be inspired, and while I’m typically more of a Sanscest writer, I figured that it’d be fun to try something new considering the source of my inspiration! So have some Nightmare x MC (Nightmare x Reader).

Be warned, this story handles blindness and... probably some other sensitive topics considering it’s me. So just watch the tags for any relevant triggers!

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You didn’t think that it was possible, but somehow you had fallen for Nightmare. On the surface he was cold, cruel, and calculating, using everyone he could to advance his goals. But if you could tolerate the coldness, get past his clinical treatment of those he believed were beneath him, then there was so much more to him. Nightmare was a scholar, a brilliant mind with a vision for a world all his own. He appreciated the arts, often enjoying his downtime with a good book and a calming cup of tea. And believe it or not, there was a small part of him that genuinely cared for the skeletons under his charge. You’ve seen that side of him more than most, managing to open even his eye to what was hidden beneath the centuries of anger and hatred.

Even if negativity was still a large part of who he was, you found yourself able to accept that darkness, because it only made the small lights within him shine brighter. Just like the stars the two of you were gazing at. Though as your gaze shifted to the skeleton currently dominating your thoughts, you found that piercing cyan eye of his locked onto you instead of the sky. If there was ever any doubt in your mind that your feelings were reciprocated, one look at his gaze would sweep it all away. There was a tenderness to him, reserved only for you as he would say. It was only in these moments where the two of you were alone that he would let his imposing demeanor slide.

Getting moments to yourselves was easier said than done though. Despite the sheer size of the castle, the others always seemed to be around. They knew how Nightmare favoured you, how he treated you special and wasn’t as harsh. You were pretty sure that they’d managed to piece everything together on their own, even if none of them ever said anything for fear of angering their king. That said, some of them, namely Killer, seemed to delight in getting in the way of your fleeting moments alone. And there was always no shortage of work to be done, not when your partner was as ambitious as he was. Nightmare aimed to create an empire, and you were doing what you could to further his goals. Even if all that work and Killer’s interference left you and Nightmare fleeing to other worlds in order to have some semblance of a relationship.

Outertale was a favourite destination of yours, the beauty of the cosmos always taking your breath away. It always seemed so far removed from the chaos of the multiverse, or the chaos of the castle.The peace and quiet out here made it perfect for when both you and your partner just needed a break. You could stand out here for hours, watching the subtle shifts in the sky or mapping constellations.

But for now, you were seemingly locked in a staring contest with the lord of darkness, neither willing to look away or break the silence that had fallen. Unsure of what to do, you simply reached out with your finger and booped the tip of his nose. The look of utter surprise on his face left you giggling, only for his own rich laughter to mingle with yours.

“You dare to lay a hand on the God of Negativity, hmm?” He teased, pulling you close with his tentacles before wrapping his arms around your waist. “You are either very brave or very foolish… maybe a bit of both. How shall I deal with your crime, my little moon?”

You couldn’t help but swoon a bit at the pet name he called you, grinning up at him like a fool as you took advantage of the close proximity to snuggle close. “I could swear my love to you, would that appease the great Nightmare?”

“Perhaps,” he chuckled, the distance closing between the two of you even further as he ducked his head down to be level with your own. Nightmare opened his mouth, perhaps to say something else or to move in for the kiss you were anticipating. Before either option could happen though, the dark skeleton froze for a split second. There wasn’t even time to ask what was wrong before you found yourself hefted into his arms, the two of you dodging a volley of bright blue arrows that had speared where you’d been moments ago.

Your heart hammered in your throat, adrenaline pumping through your veins as you tried to get a grip on what was happening. Nightmare still had you cradled to his chest, dodging arrows and… was that paint? Following the paint’s trajectory, you could see your partner’s enemies had managed to crash your little date.

The Star Sanses stood on the other end of the floating chunk of rock you were on, the portal they’d used to arrive closing behind them. Blue was just coming through the portal, his gaster blaster hammer in his grip. Dream had another arrow ready to fire, though he hesitated upon seeing you staring back at him. Ink on the other hand wasted no time in splattering more of his paints everywhere, a tentacle raising to block you from the oncoming attack. The paint hissed and fizzled on contact, a growl leaving Nightmare as he jumped to another nearby rock to escape the barrage.

“Night, are you okay?!” You look up to see him trying to hide his pain, showing you that those paints are far more than something to be smeared on a piece of paper. While you’d heard stories from the others about the chaotic creator, you’d never met him in person or seen him fight. Seeing that paint flying towards you was way scarier than the guys’ stories had led you to believe.

“I’ll be fine,” Nightmare insisted as he set you down, even if you knew that attack hurt. “Look, you need to remain here where you’ll be safe. I don’t care what kind of training you’ve been partaking in with the others; I refuse to let you endanger yourself by fighting them. Ink especially is dangerous, keep away from him at all costs. If you cannot dodge his attacks, make sure to shield your face. His paint can burn like acid if he wishes, and while liquid negativity protects my body, you have no such defenses. Give me your word that you will remain safe while I deal with these pests.”

As much as you wanted to argue that you could help, even you couldn’t muster the confidence to speak against him with such a stern glare directed at you. It was clear that Nightmare wouldn’t take no for an answer on this one, so you had no choice but to nod your head meekly. “I-I’ll stay here,” you promised, glancing up to see him seemingly satisfied. Without another word, he rushed off, preventing Blue from getting any closer with his large hammer.

Watching Nightmare take on all three of the Star Sanses by himself was both awe-inspiring and terrifying, much like the first times you’d joined sparring sessions with the guys. But there wasn’t the assurance in the back of your mind that nobody would be out to kill you. While it might not be the goals of all of the Stars, there was very much mortal danger in this fight for both you and the one you loved. Staying on the sidelines like this was painful, leaving you feeling useless as Nightmare struggled to hold off the onslaught.

Were they not essentially your enemies, you’d be impressed by the coordination and teamwork the Stars possessed. All three of them were capable of both melee and ranged attacks, and wordlessly organized themselves so that one of their own was never in danger of being hit by their own attacks. Dream’s precision with his arrows allowed him to stay primarily a ranged fighter, while Blue’s blasters and Ink’s attacks were a bit too widespread to risk while one of them fought in close combat. Nightmare was the only one without a specific ranged attack, which probably explained why the others rarely got close to attack. Your lover’s tentacles gave him reach though, and the ability to hit multiple targets at once, so he was somehow able to hold his own against all three.

The battle looked to be a stalemate… until one of the Stars suddenly switched tactics. While Blue rushed in with a hammer and bones at his side, Ink actually turned his back on the fight. He seemed a little lost, like he was trying to remember something, only for his eyes to light up as he locked gazes with you. Instant panic seized you as the one skeleton that Nightmare warned you about came straight for you, manic glee plastered over his face as he quickly crossed the distance between the two of you. A glance back at the battle proved that Nightmare had seen what was going on, but Blue was keeping him from coming to your aid. So it was up to you to think fast and avoid the creator, hope bubbling in you that this might actually make things easier. If you could keep Ink busy by dodging his attacks, then Nightmare might be able to take on the remaining two with better success before coming after Ink.

With this admittedly crazy plan in your head, you began a game of cat and mouse with Ink, jumping from one place to the next. If you didn’t have a splash-happy maniac chasing you, it would’ve been cool to enjoy the low gravity of Outertale. For now though, it was all that was allowing you to escape most of the attacks directed at you. You were far from unscathed though, small splashes of paint eating away at your arms and legs. It burned, but was nothing you couldn’t deal with as you continued to dodge and weave the bulk of the attacks. So long as none of it touched your face, you would be fine.

Glancing back at the main battle going on, your hopes of Nightmare doing better against two targets instead of three were steadily being crushed. He seemed distracted, constantly looking up to watch you kite Ink around the area. Instead of focusing on the two he had to deal with, he was so worried about you and Ink that he was now losing. It wouldn’t be so bad if he was facing off against Ink and Blue, because there was little the two could do beyond superficial damage. Dream on the other hand was still very much a threat, his arrows of pure positivity being about the only thing that could seriously hurt. And you could see several piercing the ground, coated in the black negativity that Nightmare relied on for protection. It was a surefire way to see when he’d been hit, and the staggering amount of these soiled arrows made it clear that your partner wasn’t holding his own anymore. Guilt welled up in you, because you were the reason he was now losing this fight. While there wasn’t much you could honestly do to shake Ink from your trail, reason did little to quell the negativity rising inside you. All you could hope for was that your own despair could give Nightmare just a bit more power, enough to keep himself safe at least.

As time dragged on, both you and Nightmare were running out of stamina. Your legs cried for rest as you continued to run away from the creator, while your lover’s movements were growing noticeably sluggish. More arrows seemed to connect than not at this point, and he had barely any time to recover from one attack before dealing with another. The two of you were badly losing, and it was quite clear now why Nightmare rarely let anyone from the castle venture out on their own.

The Stars seemed to sense this sudden weakness in their target, Dream finally stopping his barrage to call out to the one going after you. “Ink! Stop playing around, I need your help!” Help? What help could Ink possibly be? Even his corrosive paints couldn’t breach the surface of Nightmare’s negativity, the only thing that could was Dream’s… oh… oh no.

As the realization hit you, Ink finally gave up his pursuit. “Woo! Looks like my plan actually worked… at least I think this was my plan. Whatever, let’s do this!” Laughing at some untold joke, Ink hopped away from you to return to the large rock that most of the battle had been on. At the same moment though, you felt your legs moving as the horrific reality of their plan hit you. Ink purposefully went after you to distract Nightmare, allowing the others to weaken him enough so that their special attack would hit. The creator might not be able to damage the surface, but if Dream’s arrow ripped through first, then there’d be a narrow window where Nightmare’s greatest defense would be gone. In a single spot he’d be vulnerable, which is why they needed to slow him down enough to ensure their hit would work.

You weren’t going to let that happen. Promise be damned, your soul was screaming at you to protect the one you loved, and you were going to heed its call. The ache in your legs went completely ignored, adrenaline pushing you forward with more speed than you thought you could muster. You needed to be faster though; Ink was already there, and Blue had set about corralling Nightmare to keep him still.

Only a few floating chunks of rock were between you and your beloved now, but you still weren’t fast enough. Panic rose once again as you watched Dream draw back his bowstring, the arrow glimmering faintly in the surrounding darkness. Ink stood ready beside him, the paint coating his brush a dangerous shade of red. That same paint had left such horrible burns along your limbs, and you could only imagine the damage it might do to the weakened god of negativity. With Blue running interference and drawing Nightmare’s attention, it was only a matter of time now.

As your feet touched down on the large space rock, several feet from everyone else, you knew that you were out of time. Nightmare was too absorbed in his fight to hear your warning calls, and it would only alert the two and likely cause them to reset before trying again. This attack would only work once though, because once Nightmare knew of their plan, he wouldn’t let it work a second time. That meant that you had one chance to stop them, especially when you saw that Dream was aiming towards his twin’s soul.

Courage and determination welled within your soul, driving you forward despite the risk you were running straight into. Any number of things could go seriously wrong, but… you couldn’t risk them killing him. Nightmare was the bane of the multiverse to many, but he was everything to you. Gritting your teeth, you timed your steps so that you’d only enter Dream’s field of vision after he fired, preventing them from stopping you and trying again. The second he saw you, the god of positivity’s expression changed from one of grim determination to one of shock and horror, his hand reaching out as if he could stop his attack or stop you. His hesitance once again wasn’t present in Ink, the creator wasting no time in flinging the red paint directly after the arrow.

With mere seconds to spare, your outstretched hands made contact with the cool goop that covered Nightmare’s body. All of your momentum and might went into a push, knocking the deity away from the incoming attack. Your lover turned back to look at you the second you made contact, his eye conveying the same shock and horror as Dream’s had when he saw you. All you could do was smile, knowing that you’d managed to save him no matter what danger you’d put yourself in. Nightmare reached out for you just as the arrow whizzed past, its trajectory leaving it slicing past your eyes. Pain bloomed as the minor cuts scratched the outsides of your eyes, but it was nothing compared to what came next. You’d been so concerned about the arrow that you temporarily forgot about Ink. His attack followed as per the Stars’ plan, splattering over the both of you with its acidic effect. The scratches to your eyes had left you temporarily blind, so you weren’t able to see that red paint as it splashed all over your face. The last thing you saw was instead Nightmare, reaching out to you as if to save you from this pain.

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| "Cmon (Y/N), let's take a stroll through Liyue together." |

[Hu Tao x GN! Reader]

TW/CW + Tags: None. [No established relationship, with Hu Tao having a crush on the reader. GN! Reader]

Summary: Taking a calm evening stroll with Hu Tao through Liyue Harbor. Along the way, she reveals something she's been wanting to tell you..

[(A/N): Alright! This wasn't a request, but I really wanted to write something for my favorite ghost lady. Hope yall will enjoy it!]

It was a regular evening at Liyue Harbor. Throughout the day, the port would be bustling and filled with all different kinds of people. Children causing mischief at the port, traders and vendors calling out their offers, and Millelith guards standing at their stations, keeping an eye out to maintain order. However, besides the Millelith of course, everyone else had gone home for the day. Bright orange lanterns lit up the streets and it was much more quiet and serene than it was a few hours earlier.

You had just finished commissions for the day and were passing by the Adventurers' Guild to collect your rewards from Katheryne. Once you do and Katheryne lets you go for the day, you find yourself strolling down Chihu Rock.

Most windows were dark. Some weren't and illuminated your path. You don't really go on walks through the city since you usually feel burnt out or you're super busy with the Guild. So why now of all times? ...Probably the quiet surroundings and pretty lanterns.

Crossing the bridge from Chihu Rock to Feiyun Slope, you feel a cool whoosh gently brush your back. Whirling your body around, you see nothing. Huh. Probably just the breeze, you think to yourself. As soon as you thought everything was fine, a certain familiar figure suddenly jumps in front of you and you halt immediately in your tracks. Hu Tao.

"Boo!! I certainly did not except to find you here at this time of night (Y/N)!"

"Geez Hu Tao!! Quit scaring me like that, you nearly gave me a heart attack!"

"O-ya? Aw, don't be so boring," Hu Tao says with a smug look on her face. "I admit, I found your horrified face to be very amusing! Definitely the highlight of my day."

The two of you share a small laugh, the air soon becoming quiet again. "So, what brings you here out here at this time of night?" Hu Tao asks and slightly tilts her head. You reply, "Well, I had just finished my commissions with the Adventurers' Guild. So I figured I'd take an evening walk to unwind."

You look down slightly at the floor and ask, "Well what about you Hu Tao? Though I should have known that you'd be taking your evening walk." Hu Tao claps her hands together with a small smile and says, "Bingo! Right as always, (Y/N)." Then she folds her arms and says, "But this time, it feels a lot more boring than usual." Hu Tao makes a boop noise as she touches your nose. "Luckily it's not so dull anymore now that I've managed to spot you!"

You let out a sheepish giggle along with a light blush. "Well I guess that's good for you then." You turn your head to look out to the sky, seeing it much darker than it already was before. "Sheesh, it's getting a bit late for me Hu Tao. I should probably—"

"Oh but (Y/N)! I just got to finally catch up to you," Hu Tao pouts.

"But it's far too late! I should be going off to sleep at this hour."

"Aw, please? The moon tonight is too pretty to miss, and I'd like for you to see it with me."

You glance at Hu Tao for a moment. The look in her eyes is practically begging for you to join her. That's when you feel the warmth of another hand hold onto yours. "Cmon (Y/N), let's take a stroll through Liyue together."

Hu Tao's hand is soft and warm, like a cozy blanket next to a warm fire. Yet, it's sort-of moist. Is she nervous? Why though?

You sigh softly, before replying, "..Alright. I'll join you." Hu Tao's eyes light up like a xiao lantern. "Perfect! Let's get a move on dear friend, ehehe!"

As you two walk and talk, Hu Tao continues to tightly hold your hand the whole way. You did tell her that she didn'tq need to hold your hand, but Hu Tao insists regardless. I mean, who are you to deny her? It's just her being a sweet friend, right?

[Time skip..]

It's been about...one hour at most? The two of you were walking around the south wharf for a bit with Hu Tao pranking you a few times. But after a while, Hu Tao had other plans and ended up dragging you to sit with her towards the end of the docks.

The night was cool, the reflection of the moon was painted onto the sea, and the smell of the salty and moist sea water filled the air.

"It's beautiful, isn't it (Y/N)?" Hu Tao says, still haven't let go of your hand.

"Yeah, it really is. I never take the time to appreciate the beauty of the moon. Though spending time with you makes this experience even better."

Hu Tao smiles softly under her breath, both of you falling silent. After a good while, Hu Tao speaks up. "So (Y/N), there's actually a bit of a reason why I dragged you with me."

You turn your attention away from the moon to look at her. "Oh? What's the reason then?" You feel Hu Tao's fingers fiddling with yours, before she responds, "I have...felt something unique about you. Something I've never really felt with anyone else but you."

Your face quickly changes to one of surprise. Wait, is she—

"I admit! I-I like you, (Y/N)! More than just a friend," Hu Tao finally blurts out, holding your hand tighter. "And, I was hoping that, you know...would like to be my partner?"

At first, you're stunned. And quite flattered. You never would have thought that Hu Tao, the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor Director, would even feel that interested in you to confess. But amiss all of the shock you're feeling, you smile.

"I'd love to, Hu Tao. I'd love to go out with you."

Oh, you wish you could replay this exact moment. Because the second you see her face light up and the tears pricking at her eyes, you feel like you're on cloud nine for making her feel like the luckiest girl in all of Teyvat.

[agerestorybits]

Hair??

Janus wore his hat for a reason. That reason being...snakes for hair. Medusa style.

Normally he took good care of them, and himself. But lately he has been busy. Too busy to do more than feed them before they get put under his hat again. He was planning to take the night off. Something he was happy to do, when he heard everyone else was going to watch a movie he went to take a bath and relax.

Everything that fine, at least until he found out that his hat was missing. To be honest he was feeling a bit fuzzy for awhile. He was relaxing into his regression so it made since that he misplaced his hat. He didn’t NEED it when he was alone, but he still wanted to know where it was.

He was panicked and pissed off by the time he peeked into the living room and found Roman with it. He put a towel over his snakes before storming in and snatching it back. “Don’t touch my shit!” He snapped at him before retreating to his room.

He heard them muttering to each other after he left. It prevented him from relaxing. Had they seen something? He knew a couple of his snakes had hissed back when Virgil had hissed at him.

He removed the towel and took a deep breath. It was fine. He raised a hand and felt several of his darlings nuzzle against his hand. He giggled a little at the feeling. Wasn’t prepared for the loud gasp from behind him or to be turned around by the shoulders by a half naked Remus. (the only reason he was half covered why that Janus made it a rule for going into his room.)

“Jan you didn’t tell me about these!” Remus said excitedly as he took in the snakes. They weren’t just gold, there was a full rainbow of colors.

Janus huffed and crossed his arms. “I don’t need ta talk bout em!”

Remus was busy poking them, or rather booping their snouts. “Cuties.”

Janus couldn’t argue with that. They WERE cute. “Yeah.”

“So that’s why you wear that hat all the time!” Remus said happily. “You should let them out more.”

Janus could hear his snakes agreeing to that idea. “Maybe.”

Remus started rambling about dangerous snake facts, and a few gross ones. Janus relaxed. They sat on his bed petting the snakes for a while before Janus dozed off.

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It was a long time before they were brought up again. One because Remus was easily distracted by things best not thought about and Janus wasn’t eager to tell everyone else about his snake hair.

He was little, at the dinner table and trying so hard not to let anyone know. He never let them take care of him when he was little solely because he didn’t want them messing with his snakes.

But…

“It’s a good hat! I should get myself one!” Roman said snatching it off his head before dropping it with a yelp at the snakes. Janus glared at Roman cutting him off from whatever insulting nickname he was about to say.

“Yes! I have snakes.” Janus said standing.

“They are so cool too!” Remus said dropping the collection of forks that he was tying together. “Watch this!” He threw a piece of potato Janus’ hair and it caught it eating it.

“Do snakes normally eat potatoes?” Patton asked.

“That’s your problem with this?” Roman yelled.

“They can eat anything I can eat.” Janus said crossing his arms and sitting back down. No point in storming off now when they were just going to follow him, he might as well finish eating.

“Do…they need to eat?” Logan asked.

“Yes.” Janus said, suddenly there were a lot of hands with food shoved at the excited snakes.

He sat there angry that they were crowding him but he was a bit pleased that they weren't making fun of him for it. "They seem...really hungry. When was the last time you fed them?" Patton asked.

Janus froze before putting down his fork feeling guilty. This morning? right? He'd been so busy that he forgot. The snakes picked up on his mood and a couple of them hissed loudly making the others back off. Janus felt worse at that.

"What's wrong?" Logan asked.

"I forgot to feed them today." Janus admitted shifting around in his seat.

"Geez. Can't even do that right." Virgil muttered. Janus looked down and away from everyone. He was too...little and the heavily wiggling bad feeling in his stomach made him tear up. He sniffed once rubbing at his eyes. "Oh shoot, I didn't mean to-"

Janus shook his head. "I didn't mean ta 'get it."

"Hey shh it's ok. We know you didn't mean to forgot it bud." Remus said picking up that Janus was regressed. "You were doing important stuff and it happened." Janus nodded. "That just means we feed them now." Remus said softly..

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Janus sat on a cushion on the floor, Remus sat on the couch behind him feeding his snakes. Roman and Logan were helping Janus figure out what oils would be nice for the snakes. Patton was sitting next to Janus petting a couple of the snakes. "They are so pretty."

Janus smiled at that. He loved his snakes and he was glad the others seemed to like them too.

"did you name them?" Virgil asked sitting on the back of the couch a bit away from everyone.

Janus nodded excitedly before hissing a few times. "Oh...yeah...They've got names they can say."

"Makes sense." Remus said hissing afterwards and being delighted as some of the snakes looked towards him.

"Oh! Do you think they would like my steam room?" Roman asked seriously.

"Why would they like your steam room?" Logan asked at the same time Patton gasped and said, "You've got a steam room?"

"One, they are snakes. and two yes, of course I have a stream room." Roman said.

"Why does them being snake mean they would like a steam room?" Virgil asked.

"Snakes like it were it's hot and humid...or was it hot and dry?" Roman asked.

"Depends on the snake." Logan said.

Janus hummed his agreement. He was hoping he wouldn't have to wear his hat as much anymore. At least on warmer days, didn't want them getting cold.

[woniepop]

TYPES OF DATES ENHYPEN WOULD TAKE YOU ON!

Pairings: Enhypen x Gender Neutral! Reader

Warnings: cursing and mentions of alcohol if you squint

Word Count: about 300 - 400 per member

a/n: this is my first enhypen work if it sucks pls tell me LOL I ALSO LEFT HEESUNGS ON A SAD NOTE OOPS. Also I wrote some of this at 2 am and it is raining so hard. I live in SoCal and I feel like I can’t function when it rains so I had to blast music in my headphones but it’s okay Iz*one’s Fiesta is top tier. I did not mean for it to turn out this long lol.

༑ ࿐ྂ。Lee Heesung

- Karaoke

Sitting on the couch of the private karaoke room, exhausted having just sung and danced all of I Can’t Stop Me, Heesung reaches out to take some of the kimbap you had made together before karaoke happened, kind of like two dates in one day. Since he was always busy, he wanted to spend the most amount of time he could with you this weekend, in case he couldn’t meet you the next. Heesung always did a great job of making you feel loved and appreciated, and today he especially wanted to give all his love and attention to you.

“We should rap all of Canceled in one breathe” Heesung suggests, knowing it was a whole three minute song. Although you know you’d die, you nod excitedly, ready to shout at the top of your lungs “THIS YOU?” because Tana definitely gets canceled every 5-7 business days. He starts off the song, both screaming at the top of your lungs, starting off with Bryce Hall 😼. The song goes very swimmingly actually, definitely taking more than one or two breathes.

Taking a call from your phone, you step outside so as to not disturb the caller with Shake it Off. Your mother wanted you home soon, but you desperately wanted to spend more time with Heesung. Stepping back into the room, you decide one more song is short enough to catch the last train home, you grab the remote and pick your last song, Perfect. It was definitely slower paced than the songs you had sang before but you wanted to have at least one moment of romance before it’s completely dead. Taking your hands, he wraps them around his neck and places his hands on your hips and sways side to side as he sings every word beautifully. Even if you could sing as good as him, he was always so hypnotizing when he sang to you. Ending the song with a kiss, you guys both pull away, very sad at the fact that the night has come to an end.

THE REST ARE UNDER THE CUT!!

༑ ࿐ྂ。Jay Park

- Aquarium

- Aquarium

Walking through the hallways hand in hand, you enjoy each other’s presence while admiring all the children excited about the stingray that just swam by. Watching Jay’s face light up when he had finally found the sea otters, you giggle at how cute it was. “Look at all the baby sea otters, Y/n, they’re so cute ahhhh'' He says eagerly. Pulling out your phone to take a picture of him, he grabs your hand and takes your phone. “No, Y/n, we have to take this picture togetherrrr.” he whines. Sighing, you agree and wait for him to find someone to help take the picture for him, obviously right next to the sea otters. 

Continuing down the aquarium building, you find the automatic sliding door leading to the outside. Knowing exactly what lies beyond those doors, you pull Jay’s hand and rush out. As a kid, you loved coming to the aquarium to spend time at the petting tank, and now you got to experience it with Jay. Finding a spot at the tank, you dip your hand in and touch the bamboo sharks. You sigh in relief at the nostalgia of it, and turn your head to Jay. “Don’t you want to touch them too?” You ask innocently. Faced flushed, he frantically shakes his head, giving you a blatant no.

Laying your head on his shoulder, you bask in his presence, exhausted by the exciting day you had. Turning on his phone to check the time, you notice he’d set his lockscreen to you. “Did you take that while I was petting the sharks?” Embarrassed, he turns away and avoids the question. “HEY, I could take a picture of you alone for my wallpaper but you could??? Why is this so unfair???” you ask. 

“Because…” He says with a sheepish smile on his face. You quickly take out your phone and snap a picture. After a moment of playful fighting and begging to delete the photo on Jay’s end, he ultimately gave up and let you save it as your lock screen as well.

༑ ࿐ྂ。Jake Sim

- Laser tag

Having Jake as a partner, he’d always taken you on more high energy, adrenaline rushing dates, and today was no different. This date, however, he decided to take you to play laser tag, something you had never done before. Entering the lobby, you both decide to be on the same team for the first round, which helped you feel a bit of relief. Choosing a vest to put on, you get very very tangled in it, which causes Jake to laugh a bit but he eventually helps you out.

During your first round, Jake helps you out, staying by your side the entire time and even holding your hand to lead you through the room. It felt really nice, seeing him so protective of you in the moment, but you knew better than to like the thought of it too much, because the next round was going to be a lot different. Unexpectedly, your team lost, which made Jake feel even more competitive and pumped up for the next round.

The next round starts, and surprise!!!!! You and Jake are on opposing teams. It starts off very well actually :D. As soon as you enter the room, your heart starts beating out of your chest and you’re so nervous to be alone. Cautiously maneuvering through the hallways, you scan the premises thoroughly, knowing if Jake ever sees you throughout the game you’d be screwed. Surprisingly enough, you go a bit of time before you hear your vest’s alarm go off, signalling to you that someone has gotten you. You look all around you taking some time before finding Jake crouching on the other side of the wall. You run to the other side of the same wall, and decide to scare him before he could shoot you again. It works out very well, because the next time you see him, he screams and drops to the floor in shock. Taking this chance, you shoot his vest and run away, leaving him no time to get you back.

༑ ࿐ྂ。Park Sunghoon

- Birthday Party

Laying on the floor of your living room with Sunghoon, you lie on your back, trying to cool your body down as much as possible. The hot and humid Korean summers were definitely always fun, but not when you were craving cuddles. Thinking of activities the both of you could do without overheating, you think back to how refreshing all the ice cream was at your friend’s recent birthday party. Although it wasn’t even close to your guys’ birthdays, it gave you a great idea. You shoot up and rush to get dressed, leaving Sunghoon very confused. 

Finished, you come back to the living room. “Sunghoon, get dressed. We’re going to the market.” Without question, he does as you ask and you both head to the market in no time. 

Walking hand in hand down the ice cream aisle, you grab all the flavors you enjoy, filling your whole basket with different ice creams, toppings, fruit, drinks, and even a cake. “You’re quite hungry, aren’t you?” Sunghoon teases, earning him a slap to the arm.

As soon as you get home, you send Sunghoon alone to the bedroom, telling him you need time to prepare everything. You had pulled all the stops, whipping out the cheap snoopy shaved ice maker, birthday party hats, streamers, balloons, and banners. It was no one’s birthday in particular, but the fake birthday party put you in a festive and refreshing mood. You had set up a giant ice cream sundae bar, and had even made lemonade. 

Calling Sunghoon to come out of the bedroom, he was not surprised but very appreciative. He knew you’d pull sh!t like this Wanting to make it even more fun, he suggests to make sundaes for one another, which you happily agree to. The day was so fun, you had forgotten all about the time you had a few hours earlier, suffering in the heat of your apartment. 

Sunghoon on the other hand, was so happy that you planned something like this. He was never one to do anything cute for you unless you asked, begged so this time he wanted to show you how grateful he was to you by giving you one FREE boop on the nose. Scooping some ice cream with his fingertip, he lightly taps your nose, leaving the melted strawberry ice cream to drip off your nose.

༑ ࿐ྂ。Kim Sunoo

- Brunch

Being a foodie yourself, you and Sunoo would always go cafe hopping to try out different desserts and drinks. This Saturday morning in particular, you both decided it was time for a change. This change for the greater good would include brunching for hours like stuck up rich moms and judging everyone in the facility, as you do when you are a brunching mother. Dressing in your finest brunching attire and of course, sunglasses, your waiter leads you to the table and you strut down that walkway like you know the difference between regular and Belgian waffles.

Crossing your legs at the same time and sipping your orange juice, wishing you could have added some champagne. Your orders finally arrive, having ordered the classic avocado toast and eggs benedict. Starting with the avocado toast, as per tradition, you and Sunoo construct the perfect first bite, shove it into your mouths, make eye contact and a disgusted face, even though it was very obvious that you guys thought it was delicious.

“I feel they nailed the seasoning because avocado, egg, and bread are known to be very bland flavors. The poached egg was perfectly runny in the middle, which was so satisfying to me, especially knowing that the chef can actually cook an egg right.” You start off, pretending you were some high status food critic, above Gordon Ramsey almost.

Sunoo takes his spoon and splits apart the poached egg on the eggs benedict. The egg just so happened to be a tad bit overcooked and the yolk didn’t rush out as smoothly as the other one did. You make eye contact with Sunoo, the most disgusted look plastered on your faces. A couple seconds pass by and you burst out laughing, forgetting about the egg yolk and shoving a huge bite straight into your face.

༑ ࿐ྂ。Yang Jungwon

- Zoo

When you first suggested going to the zoo with Jungwon he looked at you with a confused face. He loved spending time with you, but why the zoo? It’s stinky and there are too many children everywhere. Nevertheless, after much convincing, he gave in and went with you. The screams of all the tiny children were giving him a headache, but he kept reminding himself he was here for you. Seeing the alligators first, it was definitely acting up and snapping its mouth very angrily and hissing. Just because he wanted to be nice by coming to the zoo with you, didn’t mean he was going to hold back on his snide remarks. 

“That’s you that one time I accidentally ate your pastry.” He comments. Rolling your eyes and smacking him in the arm, you continue on the path looking at all the animals in awe. The whole time you walked around you bickered back and forth, many “That’s you when/cause”s being thrown around mercilessly. 

The comment that took the cake and left both of you speechless was one made by you. Walking towards the flamingos, everyone knows them for being notoriously stinky. Pinching your nose to go with the comment you were about to say, you chuckle. “It smells like that one time you accidentally farted in your VLive.” you manage to get out with a straight face. I made that up lol

Jungwon stops in his tracks, looking at you like you had just betrayed him. .He stomps his feet on the floor and whines in the middle of the walkway. “Y/nnnnnn you know I’m sensitive about thatttt.” The time you spend with him after you get home consists of him clinging to you, demanding your undivided attention, cuddles and kissies, and for you to blow dry his hair after he showers. 

༑ ࿐ྂ。Nishimura Riki

- eating competition

Watching mukbangs all day and cuddling with Niki definitely got both of you hungry pretty quickly. With Niki being a bit homesick and you wanting to improve your cooking, a great idea pops into your heads. You wanted to cook Japanese food for Niki, hoping to aid his homesickness, and Niki wanted to see how much food he could shove down his face until he explodes. And with that, your whole date had become a food eating competition. 

Setting all the food down on the table, you had done a very good job. Working your ass off to make not only omurice with curry, but also yakisoba and fried chicken, you were very ready to start your whole competition. Portioning it out evenly with a scale beforehand, you and Niki countdown together and start scarfing down food like you’ve never eaten before. With a mouth full of rice, Niki manages to get out a “It’s really good.” Knowing he liked your food made you feel so proud even though you had just shoved a whole piece of fried chicken in your mouth. 

Several minutes, three enhypen members walking past you judgmentally, and 10 napkins later, you and Niki were too stuffed you even have food this close to you. Queue the rest of the enhypen members, they oh so generously gave you their service and finished the food for you guys. Concluding that you and Niki could not in fact eat two family sized meals in one sitting, you lie on the couch about to pass out. 

“That was so fun. We should do that again.” Niki says while groaning from stomach pain. “And thank you for thinking about my homesickness and making me Japanese food. I love you so much.” He adds. Ending the day with complaining about being too full, planning the next competition, and even inviting the other members, you both pass out an hour after you had eaten and were punished with the dishes in the morning for being cringely in love out in the open like that. 

[forever-rogue]

Hot Chocolate Kisses

A/N: It’s nothing much, but it is something so tender and soft. I love Frankie and fluff! Why not have both? Tis a little thank/happy holiday gift from me to you. Enjoy 💕

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: pregnant reader, references to sex, sweet sweet fluff!

FRANKIE MORALES MASTERLIST

MAIN MASTERLIST

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"Good morning," the sound of his soft voice accompanied by the feel of his arms around your midsection was enough to make your heart flutter. He placed a soft kiss to your shoulder before resting his head there and humming in content, "how are you, honey bee?"

"Good morning, mi amor," you replied softly, taking one of his hands that had been resting on the gentle swell of your belly and bringing to your lips, pressing a kiss to his knuckles, "I'm perfect. What about you, Frankie? Did you rest well?"

"Like a dream," he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head before reluctantly letting go and moving towards the coffee pot. Once he poured a cup and made it to his liking, he came over, and followed your line of sight out into the yard.

There was nothing but mountains of glittering snow coating the entire neighborhood as far as the eye could see. Small children were already playing outside, all bundled up in thick snow jackets and woolen hats, while dogs ran around their yards barking and biting at soft, fat flakes that were gently drifting down from the heavens.

"Record snowfalls," you looked at him with excited eyes, "which means we are snowed in and work is canceled. Do I even try to pretend to be upset?"

"Hell no," his smile was infectious as his singular dimple appeared and his soft eyes crinkled in the corners the way you adored, "I get to spend the say being lazy at home with my girl? I'm not going to argue with that."

"You know what today calls for," your eyes were wide and bright as the two of you knew exactly what a snow day meant. You'd come up with your own little traditions a long time ago and always pulled them out on days like this.

"You just want an excuse for hot chocolate!" Frankie's tone was lovingly accusing as he crossed his arms over his chest as he took a sip from his mug.

"No!" you insisted firmly, offering him a small little pout, "your daughter is craving some. Ever since you knocked me up that's all I've been wanting! And I don't need any excuse for hot chocolate. Hot chocolate isn't a crime!"

"First of all, this -" he pointed tenderly to the small bump just visible under your sweater, "was a team effort. Secondly, you've always loved my hot chocolate, long before any of this. She had nothing to do with this!”

"Obviously," you stuck your tongue out at him, "but you make it all fancy and gourmet. How can I say no? She's not helping though! I swear it's a craving."

“Your mamá is already using you as an excuse,” he laughed as he rested his hand on your belly. You instantly felt her move and flutter under his touch; she always seemed to be more active when he was around. Even though you were trying to have a seriously teasing conversation, the moment was enough to make your heart melt, “can you believe it, mija? She just doesn’t want to admit she’s addicted to the world’s best hot chocolate.”

“I can quit it any time I want,” you snorted with laughter at his silly antics, “I just choose not to. Now, don’t deny your pregnant wife what she wants!”

“What does she want?” there was a wicked little glint in his eye as you raised a brow at him.

“Well for starters,” you pointed at the cabinet, “some hot chocolate later. But how about breakfast for now? And a warm bath after that? I swear I’m getting as bad as you old man, my back is killing me.”

“Hey now,” he warned with a small boop to your nose, “you’re getting awfully cheeky for someone who wants my hot chocolate. You’re on very thin ice, honey bee.”

“You know I’m only kidding, Francisco,” you gave him a quick kiss as you went to the refrigerator to start gathering ingredients for breakfast, “besides, you’re my favorite DILF.”

“Oh no,” his laughter was a loud, beautiful thing as it sounded throughout the kitchen. You turned to him and shot him a cheeky little wink, “not you too! Everyone’s calling me that lately, I swear.”

“They can look but they can’t touch. I mean, have you seen yourself Frankie? You’re handsome as hell, you’re amazing, wonderful, kind. Everything,” you insisted as you rejoined his side, You could already see the light flush of color in his cheeks as he relished your words, “and you’re all mine. Besides, I’m half the reason you’re a DILF. Where is my recognition in all of this?”

“I love you, honey bee,” he stared at you in awe for a moment before turning so he could kiss you properly. It took you by surprise but it took even less to respond back; kissing him was such saccharine bliss, “you are everything to me.”

“Good,” you beamed at him, “now let’s get this ultimate lazy day started!”

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“Those might have been our best pancakes ever,” you wolfed down the last syrupy bite before pushing away your empty plate, “I feel as stuffed as a damn turkey.”

“You’re the most beautiful and radiant turkey I have ever laid eyes on,” he joked as you lovingly groaned at his silly words, “I’ll clean up and you can start the bath. Plan?”

“Plan,” you agreed as you slid off the bar stool and started padding towards the kitchen. As Frankie busied himself with gathering up the empty dishes, you turned around and watched him for a moment, nothing but a gentle warmth radiating throughout your body, “Frankie? You’re going to join me, right?”

He turned to you and offered you his megawatt smile as he slowly nodded, a rogue curl bouncing around and falling onto his forehead. Gods, he was so effortlessly handsome and sweet. You couldn’t stop yourself from rushing over to him, delicately grabbing his face as you pressed a kiss to his lips, still tasting the faint sweetness of the syrup, “what was that for?”

“Nothing,” you grinned breathlessly, “I just love you is all.”

“Oh,” a flush of pink tinged his cheeks as he brought his hands to your face, delicately tracing over your features before pressing the softest kiss to your lips, “I love you too.”

“I know,” you beamed, “now hurry up so we can take a bath!”

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You were humming under your breath, sitting at the edge of the large tub as you watched it fill up with warm water. There weren’t very many requirements you had when the two of you had been house hunting before deciding to expand your family - but a large bathtub was one of them. Moments like this made you glad for it; you loved being able to slip into the tub, often dragging along Frankie with you, not that he had any complaints of course. It was perfect for the two of you, and now that you seemed to be growing by the day, it was even better. 

Pulling your favorite bottle of bubble bath off the shelf, you poured some in, inhaling deeply at the relaxing scent. All the stress and worries you had were already dissolving away with each passing second. Once you were satisfied with the copious amounts of soft bubbles, you threw in some Epsom salt for good measure, hoping it would help your aching body. Deciding to make it even more festive, you grabbed the speaker from your bedroom, and turned it on, opting to play some soft Christmas music in the background. It wasn’t like you were going to be paying much attention to it anyway; your conversations with Frankie always seemed endless, no matter how long the two of you had been together. 

“Close your eyes,” Frankie came into the bathroom just as you were finishing getting everything ready. You closed your eyes, making a show of putting your hands over your eyes as you heard him shuffling in, “okay, pick a hand - left or right.”

“Hmmm…” you mused for a moment, “how about left?”

“Lucky guess,” he chuckled as he pulled your hands from your eyes. A little grin spread across your features when you saw what he was holding in his hands, “surprise!”

“Frankie,” his name was but a mere soft sigh as you reached for the soft, cozy pajamas he was holding out to you. You could spy a matching pair for him on the counter, your heart fluttering in delight. It had become a sort of little tradition for the two of you to get new matching holiday pajamas every year. It was just some silly thing, but it still meant the world to you, “I love them. Thank you so much - you remembered.”

“Of course,” he held out his hands to you, slowly hoisting you to your feet, “I wouldn’t ever forget.”

He slowly reached for the hem of your sweater, gently pulling up and over your head and outstretched arms before tossing it on the floor. He followed suit with your bra, unclasping it before letting it join your sweater and doing the same to your leggings and underwear. It was such a small intimate thing, the way his eyes looked over you was nothing short of adoration and reverence. 

“Your turn,” you whispered before starting to unbutton his flannel, taking your time to undo it one by one. Shrugging it off his shoulders, you pressed a few kisses to the soft, golden skin of his shoulder before moving onto his jeans, wicking them down his legs along with his boxers. He made a small sound in his throat before stepping out of his jeans and pulling you into his arms. The gentle coolness of his wedding band on your back was wonderful; a delicate reminder of just how much he loved you.

“You look beautiful,” he whispered as he trailed kisses along your jaw and down your neck, a hand running down your side as he rested it on your waist, taking solace in the gentle swell of your belly. He still couldn’t believe your daughter - his daughter, one that came as a small surprise and blessing was in there. One he had never known he wanted so much until you told him you were pregnant and he broke down crying, as emotional as you were. You, the two of you, were everything for him. 

“Hmm,” you mused, “you’re not so bad yourself. I guess we both got pretty lucky, huh? I love you so much, Francisco. More than you will ever know.” 

He looked back at you with those brown eyes you adored so much, and you could see that they were glossy, close to spilling over with tears. You reached up and touched his cheek before brushing away a stray curl. 

“Come on,” he held your hand as you motioned towards the tub. He got in first, settling down before holding his arms out to you. Carefully, you settled in next to him surprising him for a moment as you occupied the other side. Before he could say anything, you gathered up a handful of bubbles, and blew them at him, watching as they stuck in his dark mop of hair, “playing dirty are we?”

“Maybe,” you splashed him with the warm water, “you have to play nice, I’m pregnant!”

“You started it!” he splashed you back as you squealed in delight, “don’t start what you can’t finish!”

“Oh, it’s on! It’s so on,” you laughed as you tried to move the bubbles closer to your half of the tub, “you’re going down!”

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“Do you have enough blankets, honey?” Frankie walked back into the living room, arms filled with a few more big, fuzzy blankets. You looked up from the comfy couch, during the numerous blankets you’d already secured and gave him a big grin. You were already feeling so toasty and warm in your new pajamas after your bath, and this just made it so much better. He snorted with laughter at the sight of only your head poking out, “oh.”

“It’s freezing!” you insisted, digging your arm out and pointing at your feet, “pile them on! The only thing I’m missing is your body.”

“I have a few more things to do first,” he put the blankets down and wrapped them around your feet, “gonna start a fire and then go and make the hot chocolate. You, my little bee, are in charge of finding our first movie. Think you’re up to the challenge?”

“As if that’s a question,” you joked as you reached for the remote, as he went over to the fireplace, “you just need to hurry up!”

"You are getting so demanding," he laughed as he kneeled next to the fireplace and started to pile some of the logs in. He started to hum softly under his breath as you watched him, absolutely in awe of the man you were able to call your husband. The sight of him in the same pajamas as you was endearing and caused you a moment of pause as you pictured doing this next year with him and your daughter. 

You often wondered what she would like, although you both knew that the only thing that mattered was that she was healthy and sound. But a small part of you hoped she'd take after Frankie, to have those gentle chocolate eyes and dark curls. Maybe she'd take after you, or maybe -

"Everything alright?" Frankie turned and caught your distant gaze on him as she started to light the fire. You hadn't realized you'd gotten so lost in your little daydream. 

"Yes," you smiled at him, "just thinking..."

"Thinking about...."

"Its silly..."

"If it matters to you then it's not silly," he insisted, making a small sound of satisfaction when the fire started to crackle away merrily.

"I was just thinking about next year," you admitted shyly, "you know how we do the matching pjs every year? I think it would be fun to do that with the bean next year."

"I love the sound of that," he agreed, "that'll make a great Christmas card!"

"Yeah," you agreed as he brought you a pillow to rest your head on, "you really do think of everything, don't you?"

"Only for my bee," he promised with a wink and a kiss, "I'll go and make the hot chocolate. Classic for you today?"

"Surprise me!"

"Be back," he promised as pointed at the television, "now pick something good out!"

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It seemed like it had been a small eternity since Frankie had left to go on his little adventure of hot chocolate making, and you'd long since found a suitable movie. You started it but kept it paused as you waited. But soon you felt a flutter in your belly. A contented sigh escaped your lips as you put your hand on your tummy where you felt her moving around.

"I know baby bean," you told her gently, "I miss him too. Even when he's gone only for a few minutes. You're gonna love him so much, just like me. He's going to be the best papá. We already love you so much. We can't wait to meet you."

"Talking to yourself?" just in time your knight in cozy pajamas came striding back in with two delicious steaming mugs of hot chocolate. 

"I am never alone anymore," you reminded him as he came and cozied up next to you, "I've always got the bean. And we were having a private conversation, thank you very much."

"Please don't let me interrupt," he passed your mug over before pulling blankets over his form and you curled up in his side. You grinned at the full mug, admiring how perfectly he had made it. It was a classic, a layer of mini marshmallows followed by a layer of whipped cream and drizzled with chocolate and caramel syrup.

"Thank you, Frankie," you beamed as you took a long sip, savoring the creamy sweetness on your tongue. You heard a soft chuckle before Frankie reached over and wiped off the whipped cream from your nose, "oops!"

"Good?" he asked as you nodded eagerly. Before he could stop himself, he leaned over and gave you a soft, saccharine little kiss. He lingered against your lips and you could taste the sweetness of the hot chocolate that was clinging onto him. He grinned before giving you a few more pecks, each sweeter than the last, "even better. Now, start this movie and let's get this marathon on the road!"

You clutched your mug to your chest as Frankie brought an arm over your shoulders and you pressed play on your first cheesy holiday movie.

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It wasn't long before you felt your eyes start to get heavy as you finished your mug of hot chocolate. You were about to move it to the coffee table, but Frankie beat you to the punch, grabbing it from your hands and setting down before pulling you into his lap.

He wrapped his arms around you as you laid against his chest and let the soft rise and fall of his chest relax and lull you.

Soon enough your eyes closed and everything seemed distant. You didn't even try to fight it as Frankie pressed a kiss to your cheek. One hand was holding yours, your fingers laced together and the other was resting on your belly. It wasn't long before you were completely under the siren spell of sleep and snoring quietly in his arms.

"I love you, honey bee," he whispered ever so gently as he relaxed too, growing more tired by the second, "and you too, baby bee. You two are everything."

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