#jesus christ why do i put so many tags on my posts

[askthemascots]

It's been decided, only a few hours

deviantart ask for today!!! yay

BONUS:

...mascot x offenderman i am so sorry

fifth ATM ask's lineart is done. itll either be uploaded in a few hours or a few days depending on how bad my attention span is

i pinkie promise i havent given up on this askblog yet

[james-spooky]

this is a test

[xx-like-a-villian-xx]

I Hate You | One

(So I've decided to finally start posting my works from ao3 on here eek. Here's a cheeky lil one shot about a very angry Noah and reader who hates his guts, enjoy x

My ao3 is https://archiveofourown.org/users/xX_like_a_villain_Xx

Also let me know if you want to be tagged in anything upcoming posts, I have so many WIPs)

CW: smut, angry sex, fingering, p in v unprotected sex, reader slaps Noah, use of derogatory terms, all around a good old hate bang

18+ MDNI | Noah Sebastian x Reader

”Oh fuck off, Noah. Mr “I’m a big rockstar, I can’t do anything wrong”, you make me sick.” You huffed, throwing the t-shirt you had just folded back into the box of merch. “Always on my fucking case.”

Noah stared at you with fiery eyes, clenching his jaw. “You know what, if your brother wasn’t my best friend and drummer of this fucking band, you wouldn’t even get this opportunity.” He pointed, stepping closer.

”I fucking wish I never met you, asshole.”

That was it for Noah, he stormed out of the green room, the door slamming loudly.

Noah Sebastian, always making sure your day was ruined. You had no idea what his problem was but since Folio, your older brother, invited you on tour as a merch girl, he had been insufferable. Sure, every time you saw the guy you’d end up in some kind of altercation but it had become significantly worse since you stepped foot on the bus on the first day of tour. You could practically see the steam coming out of his ears when you placed your bags in your bunk. There was just something about him that pissed you off, his cocky attitude, his stupid hair, the stupid smirk that he always wore- he just really fucking ground your gears.

You groaned, throwing your hair into a claw grip before stacking the boxes on top of each other, ready to take them down to the merch area.

”Who pissed in Noah’s cereal this morning? He was kicking up a storm outside.” Jolly chuckled as he entered the green room.

You laughed. “Thanks for the great idea, I’ll add that to my list of shit I wanna do to him.”

“What are you even fighting about now?” He asked, throwing himself down onto the worn leather couch.

”Fuck knows, I just want this tour to be over so I don’t have to see him.”

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“Where the fuck is Noah? It’s half an hour until showtime!” Matt was fretting, searching behind amps backstage like the 6’3” man would be behind them.

You rolled your eyes. It was always like this, fight with Noah then he disappears until the last second just to make everyone stressed. You put your phone away in your back pocket and groaned.

”I’ll find him, just stick to whatever you're doing.” You patted Matt’s shoulder.

”Is that a good idea, sis?” Nick raised an eyebrow, fed up with your arguing.

You shrugged at your brother. “You have shit to be doing, I’ll be fine.”

You weren’t fine, anxiety bubbled low in your stomach as you searched around the venue for the singer who was nowhere to be found. Fuck, where the hell would he be? You sighed in defeat after searching everywhere inside, pushing the back door to the venue open. The sky was turning dark, the crisp autumn air hitting your bare arms making you shiver as you pulled the sleeves down.

You wandered around the buses, looking for any sign of him, even searching their bus to no avail. You stepped back outside, losing your footing on the step, almost plummeting to the ground when strong arms caught you. You looked down at the inked skin that gripped your waist and jolted away, looking up into fiery coffee coloured eyes.

”Where the fuck have you been? Everyone’s been looking for you!” You snapped, folding your arms over your chest.

Noah chuckled darkly. “It doesn’t matter.”

You could smell the hint of whiskey on his breath as he spoke, towering over you. “Noah, have you been drinking?”

”Why does it matter?” You could now hear the slight slur in his voice.

You sighed. “Fuck, Noah. You have to perform in less than half an hour.”

“Jesus Christ, Y/N it was two drinks.”

You bit your tongue. “Okay, fine, whatever. Just get back in there.”

You turned to walk away, getting halfway towards the doors when you heard him say something under his breath, making your blood boil.

”What was that?” Your jaw clenched as you stormed back towards him.

He smirked. “That skirt makes you look like a hooker.” His eyes roamed down your body, stopping at the black miniskirt and fishnets that covered your legs.

Your open palm met his cheekbone before you could even think. The sound of the slap ricocheting off the buses. He stood there, stunned as you gritted your teeth in anger, your hand burning from the hit.

Before another word could be said, you were pushing your way back inside the venue, his dark eyes watching you.

“After tonight, I’m going the fuck home.” You yelled as you stomped past everyone to the merch area.

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Thankfully Noah showed up for his set, cheek still red from your hit and you took some kind of pleasure in knowing that you were the reason for it, although the girls in the crowd swooned over him even more and it made you want to vomit. If you had to hear one more word about how gorgeous he was, you were sure you were going to flip the table.

The venue was finally cleared out and you exhaled the breath you didn’t even realise you had been holding. Busying yourself with putting the merch away was the only thing keeping your mind off the bullshit. You needed to look for plane tickets home so you rushed the job.

”You’re not serious about going home, right?” Your brother picked up a hoodie, folding it into a box.

You chuckled darkly. “If I spend one more second around that man things are gonna get ugly and I don’t think anyone wants that. It’s better if I go home.”

Nick sighed. “What if I talk to him?”

You looked up at your brother who’s eyebrows were furrowed in concern as he worked. “Nick, it’s been years and nothing has changed. If we stay around each other for one more second, we will end up ripping each other apart. Let’s just get this done so we can go back to the hotel and I can get a plane home tomorrow.”

”Fine.”

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“Go on in, I need to grab a few things.” You told everyone. You were parked at the hotel and you just needed a few minutes of alone time before the others forced you to the hotel bar to say goodbye. You were adamant on going home no matter how much they asked you to stay. You tidied up the bus, knowing it would be a mess when you leave, it’s the least you could do when you were abandoning them for the rest of the tour.

Your mind reeled over the events of the night, replaying Noah’s words and his face when you slapped him. He deserved it, how dare he call you a hooker. You were still fuming about it, seething.

”I heard that you're leaving for LA in the morning?” You didn’t even hear the bus door open and the anger flowing through your veins only grew hotter, burning like poison through your body.

You slammed the trash bag down and turned to him. “Yeah, I am. Is that a problem?”

He sat on the small table, crossing his arms. “No, actually I’m quite excited about it.”

Your eyes rolled in frustration. “Great, fantastic, now fuck off.”

Silence was thick in the air. He didn’t move, he just watched you angrily throw trash into the plastic bag. You couldn’t stand his presence, it was like heavy fog in your mind and you were ready to see red.

”What’s your problem, Noah?” You finally span around, holding your hands out in exasperation.

He huffed a laugh. “I just think you’re the worst person to ever exist, is all.” He shrugged. “You have a weak slap too, it felt like being kissed by a butterfly.”

A scoff left your lips, your fingertips twitching. “Shut up, just shut the fuck up Noah.”

He smirked. “Why? Gonna hit me again?”

”I said shut up.” Your patience was wearing thin.

”You should get some lessons, I know a guy.”

“Shut the fuck up!”

He cocked his head to the side and pouted. “Oh no, is Little Miss Perfect getting frustrated, hm?”

That was it. You marched forward and gripped the front of his hoodie, breathing heavily through your nose. “Listen here, I don’t know what your fucking problem is but can you please just fuck off and leave me alone. I’ll be gone tomorrow, I won’t hang around when we’re home, we won’t have to see each other.” You growled.

His whiskey eyes turned almost black as he stared down at you, his lips curling into a sick smile. “What a shame, I was enjoying this game of cat and mouse.”

You could’ve screamed in his face, grip tightening on his hoodie. “I hate you.”

”Say it again.” His inked fingers wrapped around your wrist. He stood, towering above you, nostrils flaring.

”I hate you.”

He flipped the both of you over, pressing your back against the table, looming over you as if you were prey. You should’ve been scared but your thighs clenched when he stared down at you, chest heaving with anger.

“Say it again, Y/N.” He growled, face inches from yours.

You gulped, face reddening at the closeness and his dominating demeanour. “I fucking hate you.” You spat.

His lips urgently pressed to yours, taking your breath away as he kissed you with so much fire you thought you might die. The hand on his hoodie moved to his chestnut hair, grabbing it at the roots hard. He gasped into your mouth, lifting you up onto the table. His tongue slipped past your lips, sliding against yours, earning a soft groan from you.

He pulled away to pull the Bad Omens long sleeve from your body, eyes travelling down to your bare chest where you had decided to not wear a bra and he practically whined. His hot lips trailed down your chest, his large palm gripping your waist. Your eyes rolled back when his mouth wrapped around the hardened peak of your nipple, your head falling back against your shoulders. His tongue lapped against it, dark eyes looking up at you through long lashes and you were done for.

“Noah-“ you gasped when his hand trailed between your thighs, pushing them apart.

He huffed against your sensitive skin as his hands pushed your tiny skirt up and found the fishnets underneath, tearing a hole in the crotch. You went to protest, to push him away but his fingers gliding against the wet mess on your underwear had the words dying on your tongue.

”Fuck, do you get off on hating me, huh?” He kissed back up to your jaw, hot breath against the flesh of your throat. When you didn’t answer, too lost in the feeling of his hand against your clothed core he gripped your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. “Answer me.”

His fingers slid underneath the black lace, slipping between your folds to gather the arousal and you gasped. He quickly pulled his fingers out, holding them in front of you, showing you just how wet you were.

His fingers gripped your cheeks harder. “I said, do you get off on hating me, Y/N?”

You nodded, his fingers pressing against your lips. You opened your mouth, licking your sweet arousal from his fingertips and he groaned at the sensation, hips bucking into you. You slid your tongue against them, sucking the digits as far as you could into your throat, spit travelling down onto his palm. He was panting over you, his hard cock straining against his shorts, pressing against your throbbing cunt.

It was all too much. Your face was burning up, body yearning for his touch. You hated him so much yet all you wanted was for him to take you for all you have, to leave you a whimpering mess.

As if he could read your thoughts, he pulled his soaking fingers from your mouth, eyes never leaving yours as he ran them down your bare chest, down to where you needed him most. He tore the thin black lace of your underwear out of the way and trailed his hand between your folds, circling your clit at a torturous pace, basking in the sounds that left your lips.

It felt like hell how slow he was being, riling you up, frustrating you even more than he usually did. You needed more and your hips bucked, begging for friction but he wouldn’t let up on the torture, smirking down at you.

“What do you need, hm?” He pouted.

”Fuck-“ you whined. “Please.”

”Please what?” His long inked fingers pressed against your entrance before retreating back to circle your clit.

”I need more, please.”

”Look at you begging like a needy little slut.” A sly grin danced across his lips as he finally pressed a slim finger inside you, the wet sound filling the quiet bus.

Your mouth gaped open, back arching when he curled his fingers into the spot that had your vision blurring. His cock twitched at the feeling of you clenching against his hand and he added another finger, fucking you fast exactly where you needed him.

You were on cloud nine, the feeling of his fingers inside you sending you into a frenzy of whines and moans. You shouldn’t have enjoyed it the way you did, it should’ve felt wrong, it shouldn’t have been happening at all with how much you fucking hated him but all you wanted to do was cum around his fingers.

His free hand moved to the back of your head, gathering your hair in his palm to force you to look at him. His eyes were pits of darkness and lust, pupils blown wide, staring at you like he wanted to devour you. He could feel your walls fluttering around his fingers and he growled, pulling you into a filthy kiss. Your tongues slid around each other in an unholy dance of need and desperation.

You were close, the tightness in the pit of your stomach becoming too much to handle. Your moans were turning into incoherent rambling and you needed release.

”Fuck, I-I’m gonna, ah!” Before you could, he pulled his fingers from you, pushing his shorts down just enough to free his cock, achingly hard and leaking precum.

”Are you gonna show me how much you hate me and cum around my cock?” His hand in your hair gripped harder, making your eyes roll back as the tip of his cock slid between your folds, pressing against your clit.

“Please, please, I need it.” You whimpered.

”You fucking disgust me.” He gritted, pushing inside, filling you so perfectly.

Your eyes met his when he started to fuck into you, hard and fast, the head of his cock pressing against your cervix, making your scream. It felt so good, you didn’t know how you would ever recover from him ruining you. You were so fucked out and cock drunk that you didn’t care about the noises that left you, mixing with the sound of skin slapping on skin and the wet sound of him rutting into your pussy.

He lifted one of your legs over his shoulder, his hand on the back of your head as leverage, cock sliding in and out of you so wonderfully. Once again that coil in your stomach pulled taught, threatening to snap. You clenched around him and he grunted, needing more of you. He pushed as deep as he could until you squealed in a heavenly mix of pain and pleasure.

“Do you hate me?” He growled, pressing his forehead against yours.

”So fucking much.” You whined.

”Tell me you hate me.” He was panting, so close to the edge.

His free hand slid between your bodies and found you clit, rubbing it quickly with his thrusts, making you see stars.

”Fuck! I hate you. I hate you. I hate y-“ with a scream you came around him, soaking him, legs rattling as you clutched his arms. You were completely out of your mind, fucked out, overstimulated as he fucked you through the best orgasm you had ever experienced.

Your walls pulsed around him, sending into his own climax, filling you to the brim with his cum, your name leaving his mouth like a mantra, a forbidden song.

You were both panting, catching your breath. Silence filled the bus when he pulled out, tucking himself back into his underwear while you lay there on the table, his cum dripping out of you. You heard him go into the bathroom to get tissue and to your surprise he cleaned you up, wiping away the mess he made.

There was an air of awkwardness when you redressed yourself, digging around for a pair of jeans and a T-shirt that you threw on haphazardly. Noah was cleaning the table when you turned to him.

You cleared your throat. “I-uh, I’m going to find the others.”

Noah scratched the back of his neck. “Yeah.”

You nodded, turning to the door.

”Hey wait!” You span back around to see Noah approaching, pulling you into a searing kiss. He pulled back after a minute with furrowed eyebrows. “Don’t go home, yeah?”

You smirked, lifting you hand to brush his hair out of his face. “Remember that I still hate you.”

He rolled his eyes. “Fuck you.”

He pulled your lips back to his again.

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3 days later…

”Leave before I tear your fucking throat out.” You screamed, throwing a t-shirt at the smug brown eyed idiot.

”You should’ve got on that plane back home, I can’t fucking deal with this!” Noah stormed away.

”Don’t come back!” You yelled down the hall, stomping your feet towards the couch where Jolly and Bryan were sitting.

”I’m surprised you didn’t go. He’s not gonna change you know.” Jolly nudged your shoulder when you huffed.

“Why did you stay anyway?” Bryan asked.

”I can’t leave you guys short staffed, can I?” You smiled, wrapping your arms around their shoulders. “Anyway, I gotta go find Matt.” You stood up, picking up your phone on the way, smiling at the message on the screen. You sauntered out of the room.

”Do you think she’s fucking Noah?” Jolly questioned.

Bryan chuckled. “Totally.”

[treeba-rk]

a small collection of shit the tumblr treebark community has tagged about cc!renchanting. Everyone feel free to contribute, many of these are pretty recent (from the infinite pining era), not from old posts!

#omg just call him hes not your ex   #i think about this so much. bro really was just like man that guy was weird. i think i’m in lo— #also this was very heterosexual of martyn. #relationship goals (they are not dating) #I hate them so much I fucking hate them #MARTYN WHEN I CATCH YOU MARTYN #can martyn like get a job #is this real?? #never a boring day following martyn on Tumblr #once again im reblogging the gayest ass mcyt fanart from none other than martyn in the little wood #martyn this is a really gay post to reblog /silly #its the single pathetic bisexual dogboy swag # everyone say thank youse to false #theyre having gay sex in that box. ok! #this is why joel betrayed dogwarts right at the start #fellas is it gay to do Whatever this is #treebark in the eyes of those around them is apparently horrifying #the server has chemicals in the water that turns the fucking ccs gay for Ren diggity Dog #Jesus christ #martyn intheliitlewood what are you doing in my falafal #I almost went full crazy insane treebark fangirl in the tags until I saw martyn inthelittlewood official reblogged it #SOMETIMES YOU GOTTA ENTER YOUR SLUT ERA AND THAT IS FINE TOO #fuckin slay martyn go kiss men Now we just pray he doesn't find the smut artists and find out people assume he's a bottom #he broke into our house and won’t leave :( turns out he’s the one who built the house? i think that’s why we let him stay #‘classic treebark bait’ MY ASS #martyn that shit is straight out of a fanfic #i think martyn can lurk in treebark tag if he wants #martyn once again outing himself as a renboy #shoutout to cherri for the renchanting propaganda god bless #WTF REN YOU CANT DO THIS TO US #they make me homophobic #mans woke up in a cold sweat checked his tumblr askbox wrote That and then fucked off for the rest of the day like nothing happened #the m in martyn stands for manic pixie dream girl #people be normal in the tags challenge: failed #why is martyn writing fanfiction and putting it on my dash at 3 am? #Top 10 Signs You Should Dm Him:#Number 1: you're writing fanfiction in tumblr ask box answers

this is an incredible collection and i am flabbergasted by how you keep track of this. treebarkblr is hilarious

<3 <3 <3

[dabihawksluvr]

jesus christ dude. I understand headcanoning characters as queer or gay or whatever but your "dabi is a misogynist" post reeks of your own internal misogyny. maybe do some soul searching and figure out why you talk to the women you're talking to in that post as they're lesser than you. and hell, what made you post that in the first place???? absolutely insane to put in the main tags. also using c.ai because you can't come up with your own plot is fucking embarrassing get a grip

Oh, I'm gonna have fun with this one today <3

First off, it's pretty obvious that Dabi has some form of his own internalized misogyny because at one point he called both his mom and Fuyumi the 'weak ones' in the family (literally said that the females in the family are all weak-willed). Maybe he fixes that with Toga, because he obviously treats her loads better especially when she goes back to her childhood home. But you cannot tell me, for one iota of however many brain cells you have left in your head, that Dabi was 'never' negative about women in general?? It doesn't need to be spelled out, it's right there if you just pick up the context clues given.

And it doesn't make me love him any less either, if anything it makes me love him MORE because of the angst that can be made with the thought that any Y/N!Female could be the ONE woman he finally gets better for in that aspect. And I love stories where those kinds of guys realize their mistakes with hating all women, it's glorious and makes me weep every single time I read about it.

Oh, and fun fact, I am biologically female. So if you're trying to say I'm 'misogynistic' because I identify as male, oh boy are you SO wrong. I just find it funny that ever since I started identifying as male (around a month ago I specifically came out as DemiBoy) suddenly the influx of 'anti-man' comments are coming straight for me whenever I bring this stuff up. So go on, I honestly need a good laugh today and your anger is hilarious to me.

I'm not using C.AI anymore btw (the bot is too negative/mean now for me to get any joy out of using the site), but even if I was...cool? It's not like I'd take whatever was written and copy-paste it as my 'fanfiction', you weirdo. I just used it for fun, in fact most bots I made on the site were kept private *unless* it was an OC or 'original' plot of mine.

As for me posting all that stuff to begin with - have you SEEN how some in the fandom write Dabi??? Some make him out to be an absolute dick, far worse than anything I've ever thought about him. Like, making him into an even worse abuser than Endeavor ever was. But at least with MY headcanon, he can be redeemed because his reasoning for seeing women as 'weak' is based on actual canon rather than just a sexual fantasy about someone being abused and liking it (nothing against those who like that stuff but it wasn't my point when writing my post).

Or, on the flip side, fans who write him seem to forget his more 'mean' points of his character and it just feels disingenuous to me. I prefer being close to canon with how I see characters, not against the fandom versions in any way but in my head I always stay close to how they're portrayed by the OG creator/writer. And I also like angst, I am allowed to 'bump up' certain character traits if it fits my headcanons and if you don't like it then tough tits.

Also, you are a coward. Sending me an anonymous 'ask', at least be up-front and let me know your username so I can rightfully block you. Because I'm only writing this as you left yourself unknown, I cannot go to your account and erase you from my side of Tumblr because you might get some (much needed) backlash for this.

Go fuck yourself, and anyone else like you who thinks you can talk shit and get away with it. Fucking coward.

[halfadoginatank]

Robin and steve accidentally join the mafia

I couldnt stop thinking about this post by @qprstobin so wrote a lil bit based on an idea in there

It's been about two years since vecna's defeat, and after two years of some of Robin and Steves most awful jobs in chicago. One month into this one and they've finally found peace.

"Okay can we be real here?" Rob waves a slice of pizza as they sit in the store room of the warehouse-like antique shop they work at. "The boss is lovely, I mean seriously! But isn't it weird that we've met his entire family?"

Steve squints at Robin from the couch. "I don't think so? Maybe this is what, like… Italians are supposed to be like."

"Aren't you Italian?"

"Yeah but my family was fucked up. Everyone's so close with Boss it's like, a clan almost." He settles his hands on top of his chest. To be frank it's the best couch he's ever been on.

"I think it's about time we start accepting the fact that they might be like. Mafia." Steve looks at her to continue. But she's too busy eating the last of her pizza, avoiding the crust.

She finishes and hands the crust to steve.

"I mean, the store is practically empty! Barely anyone shops here!" Okay that's true, it's almost like family video but instead of stocking shelves for new movies, their boss Mr. De Luka or one of his 'cousins' will drop off something so they can slap a price tag on it and find a good place to put it.

"Mmm but why would we care? We're not doing anything wrong! Plus are you gonna look Mrs. De Luka in the eyes and say 'oh sorry ma'am' which you know she hates! And go 'we won't come to dinner tonight on account of maybe you being the Italian mob!"

Robin cringes hard. Steve huffs in victory. Mrs. De Luka was a tall and beautiful woman with angular features, a roman nose, and hair the exact same color as Steve's. She was a force to be reckoned with. She may bake some of the best cream cake but she's also steadfast and can settle a table of eight full grown men with just a slap of her hand against it.

"Ugh. That's not fair, saying no to her is impossible, she's like… so incredibly hot."

Steve scrunched up his nose. "Ew robin dont say that she's like a parental figure."

"She's more like a friend's mom!"

"Yeah! My mom!"

Robin points an accusing finger "Ahah! So you admit it. She's practically your mother!"

Steve chokes on the last bite of his pizza crust, he sits up and hammers on his chest. "Jesus Christ, no robin she's not my mother!" He coughs out

Robin throws her hands up "I didn't say that. I said practically! Hell, Angelo calls you cousin!" Steve narrows his eyes… Angelo Ricci is their boss's cousin, actual, biological cousin. Because as Steve and Robin have learned, some of the cousins or aunts or uncles are just unrelated people they call family.

"Should you be calling him by his first name? He's old enough to be your dad."

Robin actually stops and sits back in her chair. "If he was my dad that would be weird." Steve nods.

"Because of Amara?"

"Yes."

Amara Ricci… Steve can still remember the first time they met.

[-]

It had to be at least a week after they were hired. Mr. De Luka thanked them both for being great employees and asked them if they would have dinner with his family. Mr. De Luka wasn't like Keith, and neither was his store. It seemed genuinely family owned, and Mr. De Luka himself was much kinder, and seemed to actually care. Which was novel considering their last boss told one of them if one of them got killed during a stick up, to not sue him because 'he warned us'."

They both took a cab to the house, which wasn't really a house but a manor. It was huge, and Steve thought he had seen huge. Turns out Midwest standards are nothing on city ones. Robin and Steve knocked on the door, that's when they met Mrs De Luka. She was harsh but loving, and most importantly. Insisted on being called Helena, or Ma.

There were so many people in the house, they only set about trying to find their boss and at least get to know his immediate family. Sure enough, halfway into the conversation with the man. Another man walked up to him and clapped him on the back. This man called their boss 'Carlo' and introduced himself, Angelo, his wife Luna, and finally their kids.

Behind them was a girl just about their age maybe a few years older. She was short and had Angelos curly black hair, Luna's tanned skin, and an arched nose that clearly came from Mr. De Luka. Robin lost her breath, and stumbled. She stumbled so hard her shoulder bashed against Steve and he got to witness his best friend make possibly the most hurried introduction ever. Luckily the girl, Amara, just laughed.

Next to him was her brother Dante, who was notably younger. When Steve looked at him he felt a pang in his chest. If he squinted his eyes and tilted his head to the left he almost looked like Dustin. And just about the right age too.

Finally they all sat down for dinner. Robin and Steve sit shoulder to shoulder. Robin across from Amara and him across from Angelo. An older woman sat at the end of the table. Helena's mother, Mrs Ricci, and to her left her husband Mr. Ricci. To say Steve was shocked was.. an understatement, in any dinner parties his family had him attend, there was always a man at the head of the table. Steve likes to think that that's when he started to feel a bit more comfortable.

The dinner went on incredibly long, eating was interrupted by conversations, bickering, and drinking. But it was amazing. By the end of the night, when Mr. De Luka and Angelo walked them out; they were both smiling. exhausted, maybe, but happy. Angelo slapped his shoulder and said 'cousin, come by anytime.' Mr. De Luka had walked back inside at Helena's call so the other man leaned forward. 'you two make my little brother happy, I've not seen it in a while.'

[josiebelladonna]

god, instagram has gotten so hostile to artists now.

first of all, they insist that you “create content”, when a.) art =/= content; and b.) there’s just something so smarmy about the way “content” shows up in everything now. it’s very inhuman and synthetic sounding, like you’re just pushing something out the door for the likes, not because you have a story to tell or you do something out of the kindness of your heart.

i hate what they’ve done to stories now—or rather what they’re about to, i haven’t been on there in over a week. see, i actually thought that was a cool little addendum, because i could share things like wips, but also posts that caught my eye or posts i want to support—what made it cool was the privacy of it all. it lasted 24 hours and then it goes away. i got away with posting some dark and erotic art and also some sweet moments between me and alex on live because of the privacy of stories. they’ve got this whole section on your profile now solely dedicated to stories à la reels or the short-lived “ig tv.” never mind completely cluttering the page with more shit and continually bogging everything down for a second: they’re not private anymore, i.e., because i’m as fiery and controversial as i am, i’m a drama magnet (though 99% of the time, it’s not even my fault—people just don’t know what to do with me). i felt like i was playing with fire last year posting the art from the first book of seasons grey: i won’t make it out of the inferno alive now. i know what people are like. i know what women are like, especially when there’s a man involved.

i hate how EVERYTHING is a video now. tumblr is really bad with this (though when i share a video, it’s either something that makes me laugh or something i find interesting; too many of you post videos because video apps have scrambled your brain and those who run websites see that, hey, you like videos, let’s make everything into a video); instagram is utterly rife with this. what used to be a photo app is now just a tiktok clone—“tiktok lite” or “the diet coke version of tiktok” as i call it. you not only have to “create content”, but you apparently have to have the attention span of a gnat to be on there, and jesus christ on a bike, it is so exhausting after a time. i deal with enough tiktok bullshit on ao3 with people abusing the tags/not knowing how it works or how to even string a cohesive sentence together. i also deal with enough tiktok bullshit on here with the same things and people getting all up on their high horse on how they “curate their experience”, like holy shit, do you want an award or something? i don’t need more of it, and especially on a place that should’ve been for me and people like me.

i also am just sick and tired of seeing how much better everyone has it. i know, i know, “it’s just a highlight reel”. but… that very sentiment is coming out of the mouths of the same people posting said highlight reels. why should i believe you when you actively contribute to that sentiment? i get that human nature is complex, but do you really expect me to believe you when you try and convince me that you’re being “real” or “authentic” when you deliberately choose to show me the “good stuff” only? it’s so billie eilish, too, preaching about “authenticity” but there’s simultaneously something off about the whole thing.

i also can’t bear the fact that alex is with someone literally putting him in physical danger/doing fuck all to keep him safe from potential diseases and injuries. there’s no way around it: it’s abuse. it’s abuse, and yeah, she’s one to talk about animals bearing the brunt of all our problems, too. for two years now, i’ve suspected that she’s mentally abusing him, but now we can check off the physical aspect, and it makes me sick to my stomach to think about, especially when i know she’s running testament’s social accounts now—and i have a sneaking suspicion that it’s because of my flirting with alex and i can say without even thinking twice about it that the feelings are mutual. maddy backed me into a corner for literally absolutely no goddamn reason other than out of her own paranoia and insecurities, and now that instagram has completely stripped away my right to privacy, i can’t afford to be on there now, not just as an artist but as someone who’s sexual. control freaks hate losing control, it’s the one thing they’re afraid of… so i’m going to let the machine do that for me. skynet became self-aware to the point it was unstoppable: instagram is headed that way on the back of tiktok. enjoy the control you have now, bitch. i flirt because it’s fun and cute and also sweet and i know it makes him feel good, but she’s apparently way too dumb to realize this. for someone who’s supposedly “brilliant” and “smart”, she sure is dumb.

before chris died, i was thinking of shuttering my old account—and then he did, and suddenly, i found a reason. back then, i felt like the place was getting barren and i also felt short-changed, like “i thought this would be a place for me, now i’m seeing that it’s only good for you when you’re mega-talented and have followers built in.” and that was back then. but if I hated what it was becoming back in 2017, I really hate what it’s become now.

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I have now finished watching Good Omens Season 2

If you haven't already, please block the tag "good omens spoilers" - I won't post anything else until Friday night at the earliest, but after that all bets are off.

@albertinesimonet, I did not manage a full liveblog but I did jot down my reactions after watching each episode, and those are compiled under the cut :)

(SPOILERS!)

Episode 1:

Holy flipping fuck are they actually making the ineffable husbands canon???

Okay.

Look.

I saw that it was trending alongside Supernatural and OFMD. I suspected it was going this way, and the season had ended with some sort of confession/immediate separation.

That did not prepare me for the season to open with Crowley saying "hello gorgeous" to a nebula and Aziraphale being disappointed that Crowley wasn't talking to him. Or for Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy to be playing while Crowley rushed to Aziraphale's aid, like-

This is a fanfic. This is a motherfucking fanfic, and I am pleased to say that my brain is processing it as such, a well-written but ultimately non-canon fanfic (*puts on my "I still have book!omens brainrot" shirt*) that just so happens to have been written by one of the original authors.

Anyway, outside of my snorting disbelief that the first ship that I ever shipped is apparently going canon in one 'verse, I do actually have some legitimate theories, which run as follows:

A. I know this season is the plot-bridge between the original novel and what would have been the sequel, and B. I know the sequel was going to involve the second coming of Christ, therefore C. I suspect this Resurrectionist group that kept getting hinted at in the promos is trying to bring Jesus back, Gabriel found out and tried to stop it, and that's why he lost his memories. I'm a tad bit surprised Heaven as a whole doesn't seem to be involved in the return of their special boy, but I guess we'll see how that plays out as the season goes along.

Episode 2:

Oh hey, I've read this one before! "It's ancient Biblical times and Crowley and Aziraphale are angsting about their orders and finding solace in each other's company" may have never gotten its own tag, but there are certainly enough fics about it that it could.

"Can I be a blue one?" Weird kids are the best.

So the Resurrectionist is a pub, not a group. Still think they have something to do with the second coming, but I'm open to being proven wrong.

Gotta say, I didn't expect Every Day to be plot-relevant. I knew they had it for the soundtrack, but I'm really liking this sort of spooky-mystery-music-mixup they've got going with it - love the way its incorporated into the end credits, too.

Totally down for master-thief Jane Austen, btw.

How many people are writing fics about Crowley and Aziraphale getting caught in a rainstorm and hiding under an awning even as I type...

Episode 3:

How to run a bookshop, a guide by A.J. Crowley: Carry large stacks of books around aimlessly and then toss them on the floor when you get bored.

I'm honestly surprised his awning plan nearly worked. Curses be upon weak awnings, I suppose.

I do like that the Bentley recognizes that it has to play nice with whichever one of its dads is in the driver's seat lol

Okay so they keep drawing attention to the fact that there's flies in the bookshop, and now Beelzebub is acting off. Are the flies like... telepathically communicating Gabriel's worldviews to them? Is that how they figured out he was there?

That bit he said when Crowley mentioned tempests is definitely from the Revelations. I unfortunately don't know enough about the Revelations to draw any new conclusions from this. I know they deal with the apocalypse and the antichrist, but that was S1 stuff so there must be something else...

(That bit definitely sounded like Rapture stuff though, just saying)

Lotta talk about people coming back from the dead, here. It's doing little to dissuade me from my idea that this is all related to the second coming. Their "little" miracle was strong enough to bring 25 people back? Okay. How did Gabriel add his own power to it... and who did he bring back? (Does 1 Jesus = 25 normal people?)

...Okay yeah I just googled it and the second coming (and the rapture) is definitely in Revelations. Apparently the appearance of the antichrist is its herald. *insert 'oh yeah it's all coming together' gif here*

...

Several-hours later addition: When they were talking about gravity Gabriel seemed upset that the book didn't stay where it was put, "it goes down." And that flies go up.

...did he "go down," turning into a human, and is Beelzebub "going up," and that's why they're so worried about finding Gabriel? Figure out what happened to him, so it doesn't happen to them as well? Hmm...

Episode 4:

"The rumors that you two are an item..." Yeah holy fuck they're actually doing this. I don't know why it keeps catching me by surprise??? I guess it's not like, the forefront of the plot, so every time it comes to the front it feels a bit like a new thing, but still.

Aziraphale's smug fucking little eyebrow raise at that "I didn't think you were his type." He's like yeah, and what do you know, hm?

Did not expect the entire episode to be backstory, but that was very cute, especially given how much people fixated on the church scene in S1. That little showcase of their trust, both of them worried it'll go wrong but still willing to try because they feel safe with each other. I like that they managed to keep the tension of the setting, that "I'm pointing a gun at my best friend and this could go horribly wrong" feeling, even when it's well-established that the worst that could happen is paperwork.

Also, Crowley trying really, really hard to give Aziraphale positive feedback on his magic tricks even when he knows they suck. That's true love, right there.

Another showcase of people coming back from the dead. We've had the kids getting "brought back" from shape-shifting, the "resurrectionists" digging up dead bodies, and now actual honest-to-god zombies. I am Sensing A Theme.

...are the zombies still around? What's-is-face the demon did say eternal undeath...

Aaaaaand there's going to be an army of demons dropping in on the local business association meeting. I hope Aziraphale has enough tea cakes for everyone.

Episode 5:

SEAMSTRESSES SHOUTOUT ITS A FUCKING DISCWORLD REFERENCE

I know most people are probably going wild over the Dr. Who references but. It's the seamstresses guild...

I'm sure Mrs. Sandwich and Rosie Palm would get along famously.

In other news wow they're just being blatant about the ineffableness of these husbands now, aren't they? The great thing about that is I'm watching it with my parents and I don't think either of them have clicked that it's going canon - like, they're just interpreting it as a running bit, 'haha isn't it funny that everyone keeps mistaking them as a couple' kind of thing. The same thing happened when I showed them OFMD, neither of them realized Ed and Stede were actually going to be a real canon thing until the kiss. I mean, maybe they've worked out that this is going somewhere by now? But I don't want to ask in case they haven't, because I'd love to see their reaction if it blindsides them.

I am Not Normal about the dancing. Aziraphale's giddy little grin when he drags Crowley to the floor? The fucking. Hand presses. I've probably read too much Jane Austen if I'm going this insane about them just pressing their palms together.

And just... that whole fucking scene. The amount of queer people - either queercoded or just flat-out obviously queer - is making my heart feel full. When Aziraphale referred to the magic shop owner's partner using 'they' before we met them I thought it was just, you know, being polite, he'd never met them and didn't want to assume, but then they showed up in person and folks were still using they and they were so obviously giving a huge middle finger to gender norms I just-

Man I need to watch more queer shows I love this feeling.

And the army of demons is more of a large crowd but, well, still threatening. I like the use of masks to hide demonic traits, clever costuming detail there.

But. My dudes. Don't split up, what the fuck are you doing? You've been here for all of human history, you know how stories go, surely you know things always go wrong when you split the party??? I love protective!crowley, I do, but my dude taking off to bring this mess to heaven's attention is not the way to go about saving your angel. And Aziraphale, buddy, I don't know what you're planning to summon there but I really don't think it's going to go well.

...Maybe he's planning to teleport himself, Gabriel, and the humans up to heaven, too, to get them away from the demon crowd. It would be funny if Crowley and what's their name, Muriel, step out of the elevator and Aziraphale is just. There already.

(I don't think that's gonna happen though. I think everything is just gonna get Worse)

Anyway sidenote Lottie if you've read this far, when Gabriel started talking about feeling like a house I immediately thought of you, I know that's a theme you like ♡

Episode 6:

Jesus Christ!

(Called it!)

So I got a lot of the details wrong, but I was spot on with my two big predictions from the beginning. (Hey that ending reminded me of OFMD and Supernatural, I've got a great idea, why don't we all blog about the three of them and get them trending together-)

Gotta say, I'd only given a passing thought to Gabriel and Beelzebub being a Thing, their shippers must be going wild.

I knew there was a reason they kept drawing attention to that fly.

*Spots fire extinguishers* "Hey is that a Magnus Archives ref-" *Is brutally murdered with a lead pipe before I can finish*

I actually kind of love that Nina and Maggie didn't get together at the end of it all? I had felt like it was all going a bit too fast for them and I'm so glad they acknowledged that. They've got time, now, to work things out, and I love that they left it with the certainty that they'd be there for each other in the future... but not quite yet.

Oh! Oh! Oh! And they fit in the halos-used-as-lethal-frisbees-sequence! That was fabulous, I want to see more exploding headgear.

...anyway I think that's all the little bits I wanted to mention before getting to the Main Event.

I'm actually... not all that devastated about that ending? Like, okay, my heart was breaking watching it, the miscommunication and assumptions leading to a dramatic separation, it's tragic and angsty and oh my god my ship kissed my first ever ship kissed they did it they did the thing-

But. Two seconds after the credits started rolling my mind was already flying to, "oh thank goodness, they've got a Source On The Inside now and they might actually have a shot at stopping the end of the world instead of, you know, being blindsided by it because no one in heaven or hell is talking to them"

Like, sure, major breakup here, Crowley's gonna be pissed and Aziraphale might have to do their silly little "I'm sorry" dance three or four times before they can actually get down to business, but I don't think there's a question that both of them still trust each other immensely and know they can rely on each other to help out in a pinch. They'll be walking on eggshells for a bit, but it's pretty obvious that Aziraphale wouldn't have taken the promotion if he'd known Crowley wasn't going to come with him and as soon as he manages to properly communicate that fact they'll be fine.

(Sidenote, this, right here, exemplifies the difference between Book!Aziraphale and TV!Aziraphale. Book!Aziraphale is way more cynical about the whole heaven-and-hell system, he'd never say "heaven's still the good guys," and he'd be very, very suspicious of a sudden promotion landing in his lap after such a tumultuous sequence of events. TV!Aziraphale might not be the sweet little innocent bean fandom makes him out to be, but damn is he naive compared to his book counterpart. Makes me wonder how much of the hypothetical sequel has to change to work with this plotline - I'd bet my ass he wasn’t an archangel in that one.)

Can Crowley... hear the soundtrack? "No nightingales" like how does he know that's significant? Sir you are breaking the fourth wall-

(And how powerful is he? He's a nobody in hell but he keeps stopping time and could access classified documents up in heaven, something made his and Aziraphale's miracle blow up and apparently it wasn't Gabriel, and he also just brought a whole ass dude back from the dead??? Maybe those "Crowley is Raphael" theorists from S1 had a point)

Anyway, to cap it all off: my current predictions for S3 are the aforementioned ineffable husbands makeup and subsequent spy shenanigans as they scramble to try to stop Apocalypse 2: Jesus Boogaloo; they fail and Jesus comes back, but instead of following the Great Plan he instead chooses to side with "all of humanity against all of heaven and hell" (maybe Adam shows up too to help out?); and Crowley, despite his repeated protests, actually does end up running a bookshop because he doesn't trust Muriel to do it properly.

I summation, yes I am still alive, and very excited for the next season, whenever it happens. Also I need gifsets of the dance scene and that kiss ASAP please and thank you.

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fic writer interview

tagged by @regseekings thank you sooo much <3

How many works do you have on AO3? 38

What’s your total AO3 word count? 129,960

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? i was something made for god to label fragile (now i'm stuck) (1,133) - Our Flag Means Death, stede/izzy/ed out of time, eternal heatstroke (631) - Our Flag Means Death, stede/izzy/ed sure as the sun come up from the south (371) - Our Flag Means Death, stede/izzy/ed steppin' around in a desert of joy (301) - Ted Lasso, isaac/colin I'm a stitch away from making it (and a scar away from falling apart) (279) - IT movies, richie/eddie

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? yes !! it takes some time usually but i want people to know i appreciate them taking the time to say nice things :)

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending? i'd sayyy uh a carnival bear set free, which is a sumner/drax dead dove fic and leads directly into the endgame of the book which is angsty as hell in itself

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending? most of them have a happy ending!! i'm nice!! but my most recent one, eyes on the horizon (chuck/roger) has a cute ending that i really like :)

Do you write crossovers? nope, i don't like to read them, write even less. i have attempted a fusion/AU of existing media or two before but none of those have been published

Have you ever received hate on a fic? crabsolutely, some people will leave death threats in guest comments and that's just how it goes

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? yeah!! less so lately because i'm just not vibing with it atm, but i looove writing smut. i think i cover the whole spectrum of vanilla to kinky

Have you ever had a fic stolen? no thank god. i love tiny fandom

Have you ever had a fic translated? nope!

Have you ever co-written a fic before? no, and i don't want to either

What’s your all-time favourite ship? sighhhh i don't know, they come and go. i'm perpetually fond of tom hartnell/ john irving of the terror fame and doc thorne/eddie carr from the lost world (the novel) but it comes and goes

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will? my lost world longfic........girliepop you are NOT getting done 😭

What are your writing strengths? i think i'm okay at vivid descriptions and getting characters' personalities mostly right :)

What are your writing weaknesses? long plots, group scenes, dialogue/description balance if i'm not 100% clear on what i want to accomplish in the scene (either too much dialogue or too little. good lord)

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? with good reason it's okay. i've read very very bad things where the foreign dialogue was just jarringly out of place and it put me off it p much for good

What was the first fandom you wrote for? sigh. hollywood undead rpf 👍

What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to? i reallllly want to write hunt for red october fic.........stupid as hell but it's in my brain so much !! ramius/borodin intrigues me greatly (i think sean connery and sam neill should have kissed)

What’s your favourite fic you’ve written? hmmm.... i think it's let me under your skin, my small eastern european village armitozer au. i really really really love the vibe of it, it means a lot to me, and i'm still very happy with it almost 3 years after posting (jesus christ) which is very rare for me. read it :) or not. but i do like it so so much

[inchidentally]

some of my trickier asks or things I want to keep out of the tags

[link was a twitter post saying they wanted to get rid of Oscar to have car|ando back together at McLaren]

AFASFGHLASHFL babe even as a car|ando person I have to let you vent that out because that is possibly the most cringe thing I have seen since maybe 2016. I am fully expecting DTS to do another segment on car|ando and frame it so that McLaren and Lando want Oscar to leave because he doesn't touch Lando enough on camera or use nonstop gay innuendo. forget teammates valuing respect for each other and piling up McLaren's hardware cabinet, why oh why won't Oscar tackle Lando to the ground or talk about dicks and balls with him for fancams 😭

sorry anon I'm just cutting off that last part bc I don't want to attract any discourse about it to my blog <3 but yeah I honestly find it baffling that car|ando ended up being the larry ship for F1 fandom when Carlos of his own volition chose to leave after one season?? if they were real life a couple and wanting sex all the time surely staying on the same team would make sense and that he wouldn't go to Ferrari and immediately start acting more like a besotted, handsy husband with Charles than he ever did with Lando yet no one thinks they're secretly married. why didn't he do like Daniel and stick it out with McLaren even during bad times to stay with Lando if real life couple

and straight up they're not only disregarding everything that Oscar has brought to McLaren and promises for the future ! they're deciding that Pato is disposable too. I say this as a semi fake fan but even I wouldn't base my predictions about contract negotiations on rpf.

<3 thankfully it isn't all of us car|ando people who go too far but it feels like the other side are getting louder and louder

honestly I can boil my two main issues with the car|andoisreal brigade to three points:

misogyny and publicly targeted hate toward their real life girlfriends who they actually do have sex with/have romantic feelings for and who they openly choose to be around at the exclusion of their sports bromance friend

this particular brand of car|ando revolving entirely around Lando being conveniently stripped of a personality apart from giggling so he can be handy insert for women desperate to have Carlos for themselves

bringing 1D shipping into yet another new fandom and basically rinse and repeat with Carlos and Lando's names inserted in the [namexname] box

I know that a lot of us car|ando folks are nothing to do w this garbage and the good thing is that usually these people take themselves out either by pissing off the men involved in the ship or getting bored waiting for their fake ship to "become canon" finding a new rpf ship to latch onto.

oh and I do know that the person who made the office meme about Lando saying the podium thing intended it solely as a joke but it found the Other Side real fast and they genuinely put it in their dossiers of car|ando vs |andoscar. which I don't get for many reasons but also if they think Carlos and Lando are in a secret gay relationship and Lando doesn't even like Oscar then why the need to keep going seeee seeeeee he loves Carlos not Oscarrrrr aslfhsalfhslahf jesus christ why am I even trying to rationalize this

thing is I don't want any more of this on my blog or in our part of fandom so I'm going to limit how much of any asks I'll answer about it. I don't at all mind if people need to vent but jsyk I might not always post it publicly.

I'd recommend blocking and not engaging with it to everyone else too. I might curb how much car|ando is on my blog for a while just because it's so embarrassing to be associated with the grown ass women stalking Rebecca/Carlos content and flooding it with car|ando comments.

[arberxhekaj]

tagged by @babygirlboberrey to put my "on repeat" playlist on shuffle and post the first ten songs let's go

pressure to party by julia jacklin i've listened to so much julia jacklin and only julia jacklin for the last 48 hours

anything but by hozier new favourite breakup song ! also literally just saw hozier in concert a week ago

bug like an angel by mitski first time i heard this song i cried bc yep. that's what alcoholism feels like

first time by hozier okay i've been listening to a lot of hozier lately and have also been experiencing heartbreak like i didn't even know was possible !! u got me

angel of small death and the codeine scene by hozier jesus christ

minnesota by samia i love samia and the weekend before last i was, in fact, in minnesota

ready or not by shakey graves ft. sierra farrell i do love the new album and i love basically everything he releases but nothing and i mean nothing will ever top can't wake up

pruneau by valence esti enfin de musique québécoise mais honnêtement je n'écoute pas tant de valence

ode to a conversation stuck in your throat by del water gap i don't know why this is on here tbh

de selby (part two) by hozier oh for fuck's sake

tagging @phineasgage @st-louis @habsjost @goodsticklehky uhhh i dont have many hockey mutuals who havent already done this so i'm also tagging the girl reading this 😳

[transsexualunderground]

So I got tagged in a WIP game by @lswro2-222!

"RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPS." Not doin' that last bit. I don't know that many people. Anyone reading may do this if they'd care to.

Note that I'll be naming my sub-WIPS here as well, since I tend to accumulate some in a big ol' doc. Some are individual though. I'll also put current lore documents and trivia lists in here too, for sake of... uh, why not. Without further ado...

THE TTTE OC TIMELINE GETS REMADE AGAIN (CURRENT VER)

Lancaster Family Lore

Forsythia Without Nicolas / Nicolas Without Forsythia

A Verbal Description of the UHR Route

SYCORAX IN: DAY OF THE DIESELS

The Noble Art of Having a Good Grumble (mostly not WIP anymore but I love excuses to talk about it)

Next are all things under "TTTE/RWS Fanbooks / Fanbooks + Engine Canon Fanstories, Chronological "Publishing" Order." All include Forewords but I'm not counting those.

wesley book/Wesley The Show Engine [rewrite to be placed here when finished]:

Wesley’s First Impression

What It Means to be Wesley

Story Title C (Re-write of Wesley’s Rough Run)

The Plate

Forsythia the Rambunctious Engine:

Tales From Before

Arrival Troubles

A Run Along the Skarloey Railway

Tricks & Trucks

More Wesley & Forsythia:

The Little Waterfowl

[In which passengers do not refrain… from singing the damn humoresque. AKA forsythia and nicolas clown on wesley with his least favorite song ever at the time. so does thomas. idk what the moral is here]

Ice on the Rails

[Another Forsythia and Nicolas one]

The Scrapyard Engine:

Wesley And The Scrapyards [Extract Douglas]

Whatever Happens Next

A Horrible Place

A Scrapyard Finale

The Scrapyard Engine No Longer:

A Railway Beginning

A Name Fit for the Fat Controller's Railway [Extract Donald and Douglas? Switch for Bill and Ben because that’d be funny right?]

The One Where We Flesh Out The Wesley and Clara Mentor and Mentee Dynamic (establishes “…what if i don’t see you” conflict) (maybe some “I’m a bit surprised you care this much about it, too, Wesley” from Clara)

Clara Pulls the Post

[something] Engines:

Wesley and the 17 Classes (WIP)

Clara The Really Fucking Strong Engine, Jesus Christ, Man (Working Title)

James and Clara

Bertram the “Old Warrior” Engine:

Scrap Deal

Bertram and the Mines

Toby's Discovery

Shit Goes Nuts With Trucks

Heritage Railway Engines:

[Prudence One]

[Sycorax One, possible transition to both being at works and maybe also just the full story of Sycorax getting their name]

[Prudence Antics]

[More collective antics?]

More Heritage Railway Engines:

Sycorax's Masterwork

Elias the _ Engine:

Elias's Tender [Combine with Gordon and the Eel)

[To be titled. It’s a sad one.]

Elias's Return

Elias and the Eels [the one where Elias gets his eels back]

Engines After Dark

The Bitch Incident

May They Smelt

The One About Funnels and Couplings

Engines Nowadays:

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And finally, my one non-TTTE WIP...

Red Moonshine: The Uses of Blood in Alchemical Processes (and its Impacts on Vampyres)

That's all.

[sunshinevr]

jesus christ get the fuck off tumblr if you're really twelve (i'll take it at face value since poe's law etc)

i'm sorry but if you are dumb enough to admit your age you should NOT be here. go play in the sandpit. you can find good friends online, but you're just as likely to find a groomer if you're not careful. go read up on that (as an example case of that genshin VA, the tighnari one), it might be unpleasant, but i've had friends who were pressured into things they didn't want to do because "a friend" tried to suicide-bait them. be vigilant and don't be a fucking idiot, try to mimic the way adults type, and, for the love of god, don't even joke about being younger than 16.

also obviously you're not at the stage where you have empathy yet considering your lack of common sense but like. ignore bots if you can't do shit. some of them are scammers, some of them are set up by people whose lives are so awful you shy in ignorance because you have a choice to unengage. they don't, it's their life. consider that and maybe learn to block tags and keywords.

hopefully the tone of this riled you up enough you'll actually think to follow up on the things i said. if this is bait, then, well, good bait 👍 but if you're a real child, delete everything that mentions it, including this ask. your older self will thank you because it'll be free of memories of creeps, at least.

I understand, but to be fair i have many problems too :( but i don't want to do any bad, plus, my dogs are my comfort zone with my plushies :) and i only had one creep but i I reported it like harassment because he send a link to a p#rnographic web, but if i have problems i will warn ok my account, and i even said that in February i won't be able to post :), so please, don't worry :3 and btw I'm not that innocent, i saw my uncle die, i saw how my aunt He had a car accident and got Alzheimer's and i even got "touched" on a bus when with my mom and found a pedophile. And all that happened at my age of 4-6 :) i will delete this in one or two hours, so please:) no worry. And i also don't like to show much skin or make face reveals or that type of things, i tried to cover my face slightly in my background profile and I'll try to fix it.. but thank you for your care :3..(Btw I'm a spanish speaker so i don't understand some words of Inglish so if i made a mistake forgive me :c.) and i say I'm a teenager because i had another account that had the same name but i posted many FNAF fanarts more than gravity falls..and i did not say i was little and everyone was putting links to adult pages or asking for nudes, that's why i say that and also because there many people also said that donation, and i meet like two that when i said i couldn't answered with "why not? You're an adult" that's my explanation, thank you. ❤️

[kyaruun]

RAAAWR HUG! HUG! qiapyon loves being hugged :3 and squished (is a slime so squish!) hehe you are so nice and soft :>> not at all intimidating

YOU FELT LIKE A BIG BLOG just so very top tier writing. great graphic. whole package deal. there's only two possibilities that happen to follower count when you go ia:

it goes up, because people are finding you

it goes down, because people are not finding you and your followers think you are dead

THE RETURN OF NYA im so excited rawrrrrr tag me in everything

afadsfhsd me big blog... i guess i'm a big blog. i dont know why 1.1k people are still here for my shitposts

ajdslfsdf its only a few,,, a lot of my blogs are ia..... unfortunately.... and i mostly have focused on nazukisser though i literally cant stop writing for enstars its in my soul... i always strive for weekly for every fandom but darn thats really hard with the amount of shit i have going on

WAAAAAAAA i hope YOUR works get the true recognition it deserves (one day you'll write a leo fic that will become known as that leo fic (in a pos sense))

professional.... ate lis told me that i looked professional on my blogs,,, i just try. lots of trial and error and i always try to look fresh. have gone through so many phases its insane. one time i tried replicating an actual site design on tumblr while combining it w my style and it was so hard. stares at my (long gone) tori fs2 theme

RIGHT like the readers were nice, all of the people were so nice... now its too big like who is everyone... but also its kinda dead too like damn... 2023 is not anybody's year... i wish we could return to all being silly....

help me omg big blog. i mean being a writing blog the writing might as well get a pass but the graphics suck and i'm the first one to acknowledge that. i simply don't know what to do with them >< the one and only graphic i'm still head over heels for and is the reason i still haven't remade my theme is the cute cat soren did for me a looong time ago and is my current banner. it's. so. round. so cute. silly but sosososo adorable

i mean my followers have probably accepted i'm a sporadic writer and i don't really have a schedule. it hurts when you try to put out your stuff but it doesn't get attention but aaa this is the internet. there's no point in overthinking that. my one and only concern is that anons that rq something i answer a few months later manage to read their rq :(

JESUS CHRIST QIAN YOU HAVE 1.1K FOLLOWERS?!?!? big big biggest writer indeed. i just checked mine and it's 744 followers which is an insane number for someone who posts so little!! what you said about the leo fic... i can only hope. i personally think i suck at writing leo a lot. and rei. and natsume. my izumi is pretty much a mess too. see? if i love them i can't write them right. but uuuu i'd love to write a series. i've never tried that. i also considered something like a social media au bc that's usually really cute too. i don't think any of my works will ever reach that level of importance buuuuut. i'd love that

i've been working a bit on some sort of new theme for my super due revamp but i hate editing sooo much. whatever you say your themes always look super nice and cohesive <3 they're really nice to look at ;;

the fandom being big and dead (from a writing pov) is just as you said ;; i occasionally go into the tags to look for cute fanart but i don't see any writing and it's very sad. sorry to whoever might be offended by this but x readers actually carried the fandom before engstars. but we all either grew frustrated with the lack of interaction or found new interests

i simply miss that sense of community TT the nuri era... nuri feeding the entire fandom one post a day. bee coming up with the absolute prettiest things (like hello THEIR PROMPTS. i still haven't recovered from those). swanee dropping these insanely talented bombs and leaving us knocking on their askbox like "pls comeback when". soren's blog (which i actually visit from time to time bc there's a handful of fics that carry half of my mental sanity rn). runa ;;;;

see? i miss a lot of people ꒰⁎′̥̥̥ ⌑ ‵̥̥̥ ꒱ on those are only the ones that came first into mind because there are even more moots i miss... that comfy feeling of being able to jump into everyone's askbox and be silly... nostalgia hitting hard ;;; makes me think i should try to join a server(s) to try and interact with people again, even if it's just some talking from time to time

[meowdarame]

she’s kinda hot ft miya atsumu

pairings: miya atsumu x f!reader (she/her pronouns used, afab!reader)

warnings: 18+, minors DNI!; protected sex, praise

word count: 4.0k

author’s note: (this is a repost from last night!) my submission for @rosesandtoshi​ enemies to lovers collab and my 3rd post for my 100 followers event! the tagging system for DUMBlr is currently down, so i'd appreciate reblogs now more than ever :) thank you and i hope you enjoy!

tagging: @christeningsakusa @sunat2508 @petalsrdead @crystal-lilac @devilgirlcrybabiey

Miya Atsumu hates absolutely everything about you.

He hates the way that you cutely cover your mouth with your hand when you chew, or the way that you say his last name with such a combative tone that doesn’t match your pretty face; it pisses him off every time you’re excitedly chatting on the phone with your friends and your voice rises an octave higher, or when you comment on his teammates’ Instagram photos but don’t even like his. His blood boils when you dote on him and treat him like a little kid— how you’re always the first one on his ass when he’s having an off day at practice, or how every time the team stays overnight at a hotel for an away game, the next morning you’re always banging on his door first. He doesn’t even understand why, out of all of his teammates, you choose to wake him up first, especially when everyone knows that Bokuto sleeps like a fucking log and is the king of oversleeping.

But most of all, Atsumu absolutely cannot stand your perfume.

A woody gourmand fragrance with notes of pure jasmine and amber crystals— a pleasant scent that he would have liked otherwise, except you had to wear it. He loathes how the floral aroma fills up his nostrils and makes his head spin, and he abhors the way that his nose follows you whenever you walk by, subconsciously sniffing for more. He hates how the sickeningly sweet scent masks your acrid demeanor.

And unfortunately for him, it’s this smell that intoxicates him as you carry him home after he took one shot too many at the team’s New Year’s Eve party.

“Jesus Christ, Miya,” you grumble as you sling his arm over your shoulder, trying to balance his weight as you drag his limp body out of your car, “How much did you drink tonight?”

“T-That’s nunya business,” he slurs.

“It’s completely my business!” you quip back, annoyed by his rude tone. “What if you woke up in a ditch tomorrow, huh? Then what?”

“Well I’d rather wake up naked in a ditch than have to rely on someone as awful as you to take me home!” he spits back.

You stop in your tracks, clearly upset by what the setter said, but he’s too drunk to notice the way that your face drops. Through his blurry vision, he sees that your brows are furrowed and your bottom lip juts out into a pout. “You don’t mean that,” you whisper, although he’s not sure if you’re talking to him or trying to reassure yourself. “You’re just drunk. You don’t mean that.”

“Whatever.”

He stays silent the rest of the way up to his apartment. It’s an arduous task to climb up five flights of stairs in his inebriated state— curse his apartment for having a broken elevator. It feels like the walls and the floors are spinning, and your perfume isn’t doing him any favors. This is the closest he’s ever been to you; your body is pressed up against his and his face is buried into your shoulder as he teeters on the edge of consciousness. At this neared proximity, your scent is stronger than ever before— it’s dizzying and almost puts him to sleep, and it’s the last thing he remembers before he passes out face first on his bed.

He wakes up the next morning with one of the nastiest headaches he’s ever experienced. He feels a weight against his back, and when his fingers trace the outline of the mysterious object he realizes that it’s his gym bag. His head pounds as he searches around in the darkness for his phone; it’s delicately placed on his night stand, and he notices that it’s fully charged— you must have plugged it in before you left. He scrolls through his notifications, most of them from his teammates asking him if he made it home safely; Hinata and Bokuto sent him a couple Snapchat videos of himself shamelessly chugging champagne straight from the bottle, and Osamu sent a message and a meme in the family group chat to wish him and his parents a “Happy New Year.” He opens this text thread, and as he’s in the middle of typing back a response, a notification banner pops up on the top of his screen— an incoming text from you. He narrows his eyes as he opens the message, mentally preparing himself for the onslaught of insults and scolding he’s about to receive.

Instead, his eyes are met with a completely different sight.

You

Good morning, sleeping beauty. Not sure if you’re awake yet, you were pretty fucked up last night. Maybe your new year’s resolution should be learning how to handle your alcohol better, hm?

Anyways, I was gonna spend the night on your couch just to make sure that you were okay but I didn’t want to overstep, so I decided that the best next thing that I could do was to lay you on your side and block off your back— don’t want you rolling over and choking on your own vomit in your sleep! Please text me when you wake up so that I know that you’re alive. Thanks.

He’s about to close the message when three text bubbles pop up on the corner of the screen.

You

Btw, I figure that you’re really hungover right now, so before I left I put some Pocari Sweat and bread on your nightstand just so that you don’t have to get up right away. Aren’t you glad I have such great foresight?

Atsumu knows that he should be thankful, maybe even indebted to you, but for some odd reason, he can’t stop himself from screenshotting your messages and sending them to his old Inarizaki group chat.

M. Atsumu (me)

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get a load of her! who the fuck does she think she is 🙄

samu (worser twin)

oh no, what’d ya do this time dumbass?

suna rin 😈

isn’t she ur team manager??

M. Atsumu (me)

yep. i accidentally blacked out last night and she took me home. i mean, don’t get me wrong, i’m thankful that she helped me. but she doesn’t need to be so patronizing about it!

suna rin 😈

she’s kinda hot lol

M. Atsumu (me)

shut yer trap Suna!

samu (worser twin)

how the hell are ya minutes older than me but years dumber than me? it’s so obvious that she’s into ya, Tsumu.

M. Atsumu (me)

what’re ya talkin’ about, Samu?

suna rin 😈

i have to agree with Samu on this one. it’s staring u right in the face but ur too daft to notice it lol

M. Atsumu (me)

WHAT ARE Y’ALL TALKING ABOUT?!

samu (worser twin)

dude, i’ve been to yer games. do ya not see the way she cheers a bit louder for ya whenever yer dumbass scores?

M. Atsumu (me)

sorry, samu. i’m not a lousy bench so i don’t really have time to focus on what goes on in the sidelines 😑

suna rin 😈

yea and during the MSBY vs EJP Raijin match someone yelled during his serve. she shot them the worst death glare i’ve ever seen! thought she was gonna chop that poor girl’s head off tbh

M. Atsumu (me)

once again, i’m sorry that i’m too immersed in the game to notice what happens in the stands. still, she shouldn’t be treatin’ me like a kid!

samu (worser twin)

maybe it’s because ya deserve to be treated like a little kid. yer not exactly “mr. responsible,” Tsumu.

Atsumu scowls at his phone as his screen lights up with more notifications.

kita shinsuke (best captain)

Sorry, everyone. I just got back from the fields. But I agree with Osamu and Rintarou— I think it’s pretty obvious that she likes you. I met her once at Onigiri Miya and she wouldn’t stop talking to me about you. Of course, half of what she said was poking fun at you, but there was no ill-intent behind it. I think your preconceived judgements about her cloud your perception about how she treats you. She’s actually quite fond of you, but you mistake her doting personality as her picking on you.

ojiro aran 🤑

sorry y’all just woke up. but i have to agree with everyone on this, Tsumu. like c’mon man, she left you bread and Pocari Sweat on your nightstand. it’s pretty obvious that she cares about you, at least in a platonic way. don’t be such a dick.

samu (worser twin)

see man? everyone else sees it except for you. maybe if ya didn’t have yer head up yer ass all the time you’d actually notice her lil crush. she’s cute, you should go for it.

suna rin 😈

and if u don’t, can i ask her out?

M. Atsumu (me)

SUNA SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!

Atsumu tosses his phone to the other side of his bed and groans; he rubs his forehead a few times out of frustration at this new revelation. You have a crush on him? The idea itself is preposterous, maybe even blasphemous. He hauls his tired body out of bed and forces himself to take a cold shower to try to forget about this disastrous conversation. He carries on with his day— calling his family and friends to wish them a happy new year, cleaning up around his apartment, even cooking himself an elaborate dinner (which he rarely does since he prefers Samu’s cooking, even though he’ll never admit that to his twin.) But all of these actions are done in vain, since he still can’t seem to stop thinking about you— how pretty you are when the corners of your eyes crinkle whenever you laugh; how hot you looked at the party, dolled up in your cocktail dress that hugged you in all the right places; how sweet you smelled last night, especially when you were gingerly tucking him into bed.

What a shitty way to start off the first day of the new year with you plaguing every corner of his mind.

Practice the next day goes terribly. All of his sets are a couple centimeters off, he misses a few more serves than normal, and he feels like his body is moving a beat slower. And what you’re wearing certainly isn’t helping him regain his focus— your leggings fit snugly around your hips and waist, accentuating your curves and the swell of your ass. Everytime you bend over to pick up a ball he notices the clothing article is somewhat see-through, and he can’t help but stare at the outline of your thong that peeks through the thin material.

“C’mon, Miya!” you yell from across the court when he misses another serve. “You’re a little off today, not playing how you normally do! Pick it up!”

Normally, these words would send all of his blood to his head, making him see red in annoyance. But today, they produce an inverse effect— all of the blood rushes to his dick, and he can feel his gym shorts beginning to tighten. He needs practice to end, and fast.

Luckily for him, that’s the last drill before practice is over. After a short team meeting discussing the details of their next game against the Schweiden Adlers, Atsumu wastes no time running to the shower, turning it to the coldest setting, and letting the freezing water calm his nerves to try to get rid of his aching boner.

He spends a solid hour in the shower, which is longer than he usually takes. He waits for the locker room to clear out, and once he hears that Hinata and Meian’s conversation is cut off by slammed doors, he shuts off the running water and steps out from behind the shower curtains. To his despair, he’s still half hard, unable to fully get rid of his boner, but at least now he’ll be able to hide it behind the waistband of his shorts.

He’s in the middle of changing when he hears the doors creak open and a familiar voice echoes off the walls of the locker room.

“Miya!” you call out. “I know you’re still in here! It’s getting late and I don’t wanna miss the last train home! Can you please hurry up!”

He doesn’t even have time to respond before you’re turning around the corner, a surprised expression plastered across your face. You quickly shut your eyes and turn around; it takes Atsumu a millisecond to realize why you’re so embarrassed, even though you’ve seen him shirtless countless times.

He looks down and is immediately met by the outline of his half-hard dick through his sweatpants.

“Shit! I’m so sorry,” you stammer, fiddling with your fingers as you apologize. “I didn’t realize you were still changing. I’ll leave you to it.”

You’re about to take a step forward but Atsumu reflexively reaches out and grabs your wrist, effectively stopping you in your tracks. He spins you around to face him, but your eyes are still tightly shut.

“It’s okay,” he breathily exhales, his heart threatening to beat out of his chest. “You open your eyes. I want you to look at me.”

You hesitantly open them one eye at a time. “M-Miya,” you stutter. “W-What are you doing?”

“I know you want me,” he stammers. “I can see it in everything you do— the way you take care of me, the way that you cheer a little bit louder for me at games, the way you speak so fondly about me. It’s written all over your face.”

He inches closer to you, his face only a few centimeters away from yours. Your shaky breath tickles his face as he continues, “It’s okay, because I want you too.”

The locker room grows silent except for the rhythmic dripping of water from a leaky showerhead. The atmosphere is tense as he waits for your response; you’re completely unreadable as your mouth hangs open and you slowly blink at him. It’s like you’re still trying to process his words, and the longer you leave him waiting, the further his stomach sinks to the floor.

Did he miscalculate the situation? Were his ex-teammates all wrong? Why the fuck did he listen to Samu of all people? He hasn’t been in a relationship since college. He silently curses himself for giving into peer pressure, but when he’s about to let go of your wrist, he feels your other hand tug at the waistband of his sweats.

“No,” you whisper. “Please don’t pull away.”

Atsumu blinks three times before his lips crash into yours. It’s a little clumsy at first as your teeth gnash against each other, but soon you both find your rhythm, and you melt like putty into his soft touches.

Everything’s progressing so fast— in a flourish, his pants and your leggings are nothing but pools next to your feet on the locker room floor. His lips don’t leave yours as he guides you to a bench; he sits down, his hands wrapping around the back of your thighs and pulling you down to straddle him. He quickly reaches into his gym bag and pulls a condom from his side pocket, slides it over his thick cock, before running his throbbing tip over your clothed cunt.

“Do ya really want me, pretty?” he coos as he plants wet, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw and neck.

“Y-Yes, Mi–”

“No,” he cuts you off. “Call me Tsumu.” He pulls away to stare at you— god, you look so fucking beautiful, all needy and desperate for him. He doesn’t know how much longer he can wait. “Please.”

“Tsumu,” you whimper, “Need you so fucking bad.”

His breath hitches when he moves your thong to the side and slowly pushes himself into your tight hole. You’re so warm and wet; an overwhelming sense of euphoria overtakes his body as you start to bounce up and down his length, feeling every drag of your clenched walls around his cock as you angle yourself to hit deeper inside of you.

Your delicate fingers wrap around his neck, pulling him in for a heated kiss. Somehow, you taste sweeter than you smell; he grows dizzy, quickly becoming pussy drunk as your teeth greedily nibble on his plump bottom lip.

“God, yer gorgeous,” he groans against your mouth. “Can’t believe I was missin’ out on ya this whole time.”

His hands snake underneath your shirt, pinching and pulling at your nipples through your sports bra. You pull away momentarily to throw your shirt over your torso and toss it onto the floor; when you pull the straps of your bra off your shoulders and free your tits from the constraining fabric, Atsumu’s jaw goes slack. His head dips down to wrap his swollen lips around one of your perked buds, his tongue languidly flicking it back and forth.

“F-Fuck, Tsumu,” you moan. “Please don’t stop. Feels so good.”

His fingers dig into the flesh of your ass, his strong grip relieving the ache in your thighs when your movements become sloppy and you begin to grow tired. He plants his feet flat on the ground and begins to thrust up into you; he feels his balls start to tighten and he knows his orgasm is looming over him.

He squeezes a hand in between your bodies that are pressed tightly together, searching for your clit. Once he finds it, he begins rubbing frantic circles, his calloused fingertips sending waves of pleasure up and down your spine, making you nuzzle your face into his broad shoulder.

“C’mon, pretty,” he pants. “Want ya to cum with me.”

Atsumu removes his hand from your ass and places it on your neck, pulling your head out from his shoulder. He presses his sweaty forehead against yours, his eyes staring deep into yours with blown-out pupils and lust-filled irises.

“Want ya to look at me when you cum. Want ya to see who’s making this pussy feel so fucking good.”

You come undone with one more swipe to your clit. When your walls clench down around him, so hard that it feels like they’re trying to push him out, he shoots thick ropes of his seed into the latex condom. He talks you through your orgasm and his, praising you as you ride out the intense pleasure.

“That’s it, angel, that’s it. I gotcha. Love it when ya make such a pretty mess, creamin’ all over my cock.”

Once your walls stop spasming, he taps your ass twice signaling for you to stand up. You do so, quickly fishing out your clothes from the sea of fabric on the floor.

“So much for your shower,” you joke, and when Atsumu looks down at his body, he notices that his torso and thighs are covered in a thin sheen of sweat, causing his skin to glisten under the fluorescent lighting of the locker room.

When you’re both fully clothed, you turn to face the setter, more flustered than before. “Uh, Miya,” you start. Your hips nervously sway side-to-side as you shift your weight between your feet.  “I’m gonna get going. I don’t wanna miss the last train.”

Atsumu raises an eyebrow. “Firstly, didn’t I just tell you to call me Tsumu? And secondly, I’m driving you home.”

“But,” you reply, “My stop is only a few blocks from my house, and I know it’s out of the way for you–”

“Nope,” he interrupts. “No buts. I’m driving you home.”

You purse your lips and nod once, reluctantly accepting his request.

The car ride home is awkward— more awkward than one would expect, considering that he was just balls deep inside of you less than 20 minutes ago. Atsumu turns up the radio, some shitty pop song cutting through the deafening silence. Somehow, his mind is simultaneously running a hundred miles a minute while being completely blank. It’s hard for him to form any coherent thoughts, and from how unusually quiet you’re being as you stare out the foggy window, he can tell that you feel the same way as well.

“So…” His fingers tap against his steering wheel as he cruises down the highway.

“So…” You answer back.

Atsumu sighs. He replays something that Samu told him once when they were seventeen.

Tsumu, the best way ya can figure out what yer thinking is to just talk out loud. Even if they don’t make sense at first and yer just ramblin’, eventually you’ll understand what ya mean.

He chuckles to himself before taking his younger brother’s advice.

“Y’know, I used to lowkey kinda hate ya.”

Out of the corner of his eye he watches as your head swivels around, shooting him a glare.

“I used to think ya were annoying— always doting on me, treatin’ me like a kid. I couldn’t stand ya.”

You scoff, bewildered by his incredulous words. “Wow, Tsumu. You know, most guys would limit the degradation for when they’re inside me.”

“I’m not done yet,” he cuts you off. You sink into the passenger’s seat as he continues.

“But I’m startin’ to realize that I only hated ya because I thought ya hated me. But that couldn’t have been further from the truth. I never hated ya, not even a little bit.”

A giggle slips past your lips. “I can see where you’re coming from though. And I’m sorry if I ever pushed your buttons or made it seem like I didn’t like you. It’s just,” you sigh, softly shaking your head, “whenever I like someone I kinda just don’t know what to do with myself. I don’t want them to catch on to my feelings, so I hide behind a rough exterior. If you haven’t noticed yet, I’m not exactly the best with guys, in a romantic sense at least.”

Atsumu turns his head to look at you, cocking one of his eyebrows in confusion. “Oh please, not the best with guys? The team absolutely loves ya— hell, even my old high school team adores ya too. I know that ya think that yer headstrong and assertive personality turns guys away, but it’s probably the thing I like the most about ya.”

The corners of your lips curl upwards into a cute smile. “So, you like me too?”

He grows flustered, an embarrassed “no” threatening to escape from his throat. But when he glances over at you, he notices the look in your eyes. Although you stare at him with a confident and playful look on your face, he sees the nervousness that lies beneath your pretty features, the rise and fall of your chest when you take a shaky breath, the bobbing of your throat as you gulp in anticipation. He realizes that you need his reassurance, that you need to hear the words from himself. And that’s when the nebulous cloud that muddled his brain subsides, and he realizes the crux of his thoughts.

“Yea,” he whispers. “I like ya, too.”

He pulls into the driveway of your house, parks his car, and escorts you to your door. He patiently waits for you to turn the handle, but before you do, you turn around to face him.

“Why don’t you spend the night?” You smile at him, the corners of your mouth stretching from ear to ear. “You can use my shower.”

Atsumu smirks as he replies, “Only if ya shower with me.”

You throw your head back and laugh at his shameless flirting. “Fine, if you insist.”

…

Atsumu pulls the covers over the two of you, the hot water from the shower still having their soothing effect on both of your sore and tired muscles. When you snuggle your face into his chest, he smiles as he presses a soft kiss to your forehead before shutting his eyes.

What an amazing way to end the second day of the new year, with his strong arms wrapped tightly around your warm body and his nose filled with the faint remnants of your perfume that permanently clings to your neck, a pleasant scent that he’s grown to love.

[multifandomqueen01]

Eddie Munson Headcanons

Warning: Just some deep, sad(ish) thoughts and some straight up NSFW. (Excuse the rambling, this man is all I can think about) Please note that I don't claim these as my own headcanons.

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-He tries to seem unphased by what people think of him, as we see during the cafeteria scene, but when he's alone that's when the insecurities creep in.

-Canonically we don't know why his parents aren't present in his life, but I feel like their absence has taken a toll on his self worth. He often wonders why he wasn't good enough, and this is where his need for praise and flattery comes from.

-His poor grades aren't due to lack of intelligence, but most likely undiagnosed ADHD. He struggles to focus on tasks, sit still, and tends to be very forgetful. The system has failed him since day one, which leads me to my next point.

-His sense of rebellion is more than just being a metalhead in the 80s. He knows how corrupt the system can be and how it exists to benefit a certain type of person, which he is not. I'm sure this is why he isn't surprised when he learns about the upside down and everything that the government has hidden.

-Eddie doesn't have a specific type, when it comes to appearance or social status. Although if you're going to date him, you need to understand that DND and his band will take up large chunks of his time. That being said, he'll love if you tag along.

-You don't have to be into drugs or heavy metal, but if you are that's just a bonus, and you'll have alot of fun together.

-He definitely has a tattoo gun of his own and will give you free range to tattoo him. When he realizes that he's in love with you, he'll tattoo your initials on himself without hesitation.

NSFW

-He's a switch, with more submissive tendencies. This man is a total simp and will do anything to make you happy, in and out of the bedroom. That being said, when he's had a rough day he'll be ready to put his handcuffs to work. Tying you up and using you to take out his frustrations.

-I'm OBSESSED with the idea of pussy drunk Eddie, and have seen so many posts about it. There is something about this whiney man that awakens a whole other side of me.

"Oh, Baby. Please, don't stop! Jesus Christ."

-Making out with you will turn him into a desperate mess. Lots of dry humping, and he would definitely be the type to cum in his pants. He'd be a little embarrassed at first and you'd have to assure him that you find it hot.

-Sex with him would never be a dull moment. He's the kind to have you laughing and moaning his name in the same breath.

-He's extremely verbal. The king of dirty talk and will praise you like it's his job.

"That's it, Sweetheart. Just like that."

"Oh my god, you're so fucking beautiful."

-He'll love if the action is reciprocated, wanting to know that he's doing a good job. Calling him a "Good Boy" will have him wrapped around your finger.

-He loves the idea of claiming and marking you as his own. Leaving hickeys where people can see them, and cumming inside you (slight breeding kink), with permission of course.

-He's shamlessly loud during the act, hoping that others will hear.