#maybe want to interact with him toooo

[oh-no-its-bird]

recently, i've started to see things where tobirama is reincarnated as sakura or is sakura's "inner", which is really interesting. could i get your take on this?

Unfortunatley I don't actually know much ab Sakura's inner! I learned naruto lore via fanfiction (never actually touched any canon media, oops) and have only actually read like 3 Sakura centric ones, I straight up didn't even know Sakura had a multiple personality(?) thing going for her till a few months ago (and boy wasn't that a surprise)

I think Tobirama being reincarnated as her could be p fun!! But also I think I'd be more interested in telling a story where he just straight up reincarnated as someone not existing in canon, if only bc then he could also interact WITH Sakura instead of just being her

I find that a lot of stories that try to give Sakura agency just kind of toss her entire character out the window and start from scratch, which is fun and valid! But it's more fun for me to make direct, uncomfortable eyecontact w canon her and find increasingly stupid or chaotic ways to fast track that whole "character development" thing or at least find ways to explain why she's Like That(tm)

So yeah I don't have toooo much interest in Tobirama reincarnating as specifically Sakura or her inner, but I could be into a story where he just reincarnates in proximity to her and then see how they bounce off of eachother. Maybe as a sibling? That could be cool

If he's born a girl we can zap em with the trans beam on top of the body dismorphia of suddenly being a whole child, that could be interesting. The blatant sexism of naruto canon could also make for an interesting plotline if we want to actually get into that

I kind of like the idea of him not actually remembering his previous life, at least not in full. Maybe he has weird dreams sometimes, maybe he looks at photos of the Nidaime and gets weird feelings of dejavu.

I suddenly have a very specific mental image of him getting a scar on his cheek, where one of his tattoos used to be, and just staring in a mirror afterwards at this super weird feeling of dejavu mixed w a sensation of it not being right mixed w just general body dismorphia and aw fuck why does he feel like he's both a little more right and further from himself than he's ever been?

Anyways would he be born younger or older than Sakura? Older brother him is just super overprotective, often suffering from nightmares of sensing as Sakura and some unnamed "other sibling" of his dies. It could also mean he can interact with Itachi actually, maybe they can be emotionally stunted baby genius friends or smthn

But younger sibling him could make for a surprisingly compelling parallel with Sakura and Hashirama! Especially w how Sakura later goes on to train with Tsunade n stuff

Part of me wants to say he's still names Tobirama for simplicitys sake, he can just be named after the Nidaime or smthn. But also that feels a bit cheap even if it is easier, so at least for now we'll name him Tora

Him and cat Tora can square off for name rights idk

Tora speaking oddly formally for a civilian, and having the kind of respect for your elders that come from being a second son in an elder run clan in ancient Japan. He has an awful time trying to form emotional attachments with people, including but especially his parents, who for some reason never really felt like his

But also him having a super easy time being attached to his new little sister Sakura, who he refuses to see anything bad happen to ever

So Tora and Sakura's parents being like suuper traditional, which is why Sakura is Like That when it comes to boys (she's constantly being told she needs to find a man to take care of her) Tora acts as a good figure and role model in her life, so while she's still interested in romance like canon she isn't AS boy crazy and can do a bit of thinking for herself.

And then we can get some fun conflict between Tora and his parents, who unfortunatley don't get the whole trans thing and constantly insist he needs to either drop the shinobi thing and find a husband, or if he does keep going at the shinobi thing, use it to find a husband there then drop it

Yeah he's not doing either of those things.

(they find out he's friends w the Uchiha clan heir and immediatley get weird about it, all glowing with pride that he's "attracting such good potential husbands" n stuff (Tora is PISSED))

Anyways Tora being just alarmingly good at literally any jutsu Tobirama invented. Like, ALARMINGLY good. He has that first life muscle memory, which unfortunatley is NOT a valid alibi and he's about to get his ass beat for seeming to have reverse engineered secret jutsus he shouldn't be able to know.

It isn't HIS fault that just glancing at the flying thunder god technique that one time was apparently enough for him to instinctively understand how to use it!!! Maybe this "Tobirama" guy should have just been better at making his jutsu harder to understand, this is clearly not his fault

He manages to help avoid the Uchiha massacre by being friends with Itachi, the two of them both graduating early and at the same ages, joining the same team and then ANBU together and so on.

Tora being really strong and graduating early and all that only further motivating Sakura to be a super strong shinobi, just like her big brother! Maybe she and Sasuke can even bond or have met earlier through Itachi and Tora's friendship.

Sakura and Sasuke childhood friends agreeing to try and graduate early together just like their older siblings. Not really into sasusaku but Ill say Sakura can keep her crush on him but be actually normal about it via exposure plus maybe some boy advice from Tora (he's a shinobi, so if you really want to charm him, you'll have to beat him first)

She can maybe lose it with time (and exposure to him being a dumb cringe fail kid w his brother still around) and maybe go kiss Ino idk

Anyways, Tora and Itachi friendship. Shisui is also there!! (Love that guy)

They're dynamic is just emotionally suppressed bastard (thinks hes better than you) + emotionally suppressed bastard (knows hes better than you) + upbeat guy smiling at you as he holds a gun to your head

Shisui and Tora take turns driving the car as Itachi sits in the back seat peacefully eating some applesauce (he's just happy to be here)

They're gonna blow up the hokage tower for the good of the people 👍

They're on an ANBU team w Kakashi and Tenzo and forget about going grey, they're gonna make Kakashi's hair straight up fall out from the stress

Maybe Tora can move out of his parents house the first chance he gets, and then whatever place he manages to find can be a little safe place for Itachi. Itachi accidentally ends up almost moving in w him as things at home get worse and worse w the coup. He just stays over more and more and doesn't want to return home

Circling back to the "Tora instinctivley knows how to navigate Tobirama's seals/techniques" the most terrifying point of the story is when he sees Naruto's jinchuriki seal and realizes he knows how to mess with it

Uh oh!! Shouldn't have that information!!

Anyways take some doodles

(Danzo is "that jackass who won't let me look at the nidaime's old research" and Tora has a GRUDGE.)

[todayisawthewhxlewxrld]

"are you longing, is it Killing Time?"

"if i’m honest, think i want it. no more talking, no more nonsense."

synopsis// you work at a ballet studio and suna works at the karate dojo next door.

pairing// rintaro suna x gn!reader

word count// 3.9k

contents// ooc suna? idk he's like kinda smug in this... ive never written for him before so heed my warning. slight enemies to lovers but like kinda not really. osamu's obligatory accent. plot kinda speaks for itself i have no other warnings besides the fact that this kinda (majorly) sucks...

requested// by an anon!! im SO sorry this took me so long to write!!

notes// i know i said id never write for haikyuu again but i lied ok? take it. do what you will with this. sorry if this is all over the place... i feel very out of my element writing for haikyuu again LMFAO. also if anything mentioned about karate or ballet is wrong sorry!! i took ballet ONCE and taken karate never xoxo tbh i think the plot probably wouldve worked better as an smau but im not doin all that (respectfully.) anywho this was also inspired by killing time by movements (TOOOO GOOODDDDD)

Classical music and the whispers of the kids eight-counting their steps echo throughout the room. Everything is peaceful and as it should be... That is, until the mirror walls begin to vibrate violently from the sudden blaring of music from the studio next to yours. All the kids turn to look at you, confused about what’s happening, and you flash them a small apologetic smile.

“You guys keep practicing, okay? I'm gonna go next door and ask them to turn it down.” 

Satisfied with your guidance, they nod, and you quickly walk out. Though not comfortable leaving a bunch of children unsupervised, you leave your studio door open to make sure that you’re still able to hear them from outside. You sigh before walking into the next studio; frankly, you had gotten this far without having to interact with anyone else, and you just wished it would stay that way. Neither the kids nor their instructor seem to notice your presence. And even though you clear your throat, no one hears you.

“Excuse me!” 

Suddenly all heads are turning toward you, and you reflexively dig your feet into the floor to stop yourself from running back out. Their instructor waves the kids off, having them go back to practicing whatever karate move he had just taught them before walking up to you.

"Can I help you?” he says, his eyes boring into yours.

And suddenly. Suddenly, you hate him. Or, at the very least, strongly dislike him. He blasts his music, knowing damn well the walls are thin, and then has the audacity to give you attitude?

“Are you gonna say something, or are you just gonna stand there all day?” He stops and briefly looks you up and down, a small smirk playing on his face. "Actually, I wouldn’t mind that.”

Your jaw clenches, giving him the nicest smile you very well could muster. “Can you turn down your music? It’s distracting my kids.”

He hums and appears to consider it for a moment, and you're almost grateful—almost, because then he has to open his stupid mouth again.

“Maybe if you say please.”

Your eye twitches. "Okay, you know what? Nevermind." You glance over at his students briefly, making sure they aren't looking at the two of you, and when you confirm that they aren't, you flip him off, and all he does is laugh. You groan, and if you could slam his studio door shut without the glass shattering, you would.

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To no one’s surprise, he didn't stop playing his music at full volume—he claimed it pumped the kids up, and sure, maybe it did, but all it did was distract your own. And eventually, you two somehow fell into a game of who could play whose music louder. Considering your music consisted of different ballet numbers, it's safe to say he always won.

Week after week, you'd show up in his studio and ask him to just turn his music off, to lower the volume, to do something other than drive you crazy, but all he'd do was poorly flirt and smirk, his eyes always on you one way or another, and if you weren't so annoyed by him, you’re sure you would have found him captivating. It's not surprising when one day he’s the one showing up at your studio—you're actually excited about it, thinking that maybe, just maybe, he’s finally given up and is here to apologize. When you approach him and find all his students outside behind him, you quickly realize that's not the case. You glance between him and the kids.

“You guys go in and make friends, yeah?” You say as you move out the way to allow his students into your studio. You wait until they're all inside before stepping out and closing the door behind you. You whisper harshly, “What the fuck do you want?”

"Wow, you use that kind of language around your students?” He asks, his smirk all too evident on his face as he crosses his arms.

You stare at him blankly, no amusement etched on any of your features, and he awkwardly clears his throat.

“Our studio flooded.”

“Okay… What does that have to do with me?"

His shoulders slump as he groans. "Oh, c’mon.”

“How am I supposed to know what you want if you won't use your words like a big boy?” you ask, arms crossed and eyebrows raised.

He glares at you, and for once, it seems like you're the one getting under his skin. “Fuck you.”

You mockingly tut and shake your head. "Wow, you use that kind of language around your kids?”

He stands there and kicks at the sidewalk, clearly having some internal debate you don’t care enough to ask about, but he tells you anyway.

“Would you… be willing to share your studio with us until they fix our studio?”

Without missing a beat, you laugh. “Yeah no. I don't even know your name... What if you're some serial killer?”

“First of all, it's Rintaro Suna. Second of all, do you really think they would hire me to work around kids if I was a serial killer?”

You shrug. You don’t care about the logistics; you just don’t want him in your studio.

“And third of all, seriously?” He crosses his arms, and his tone is full of the kind of disappointment you'd only find in a friend who’s been betrayed—not in between two strangers who’ve done nothing but “fight” about music for weeks on end.

“Yes seriously. Can’t you find a new studio?”

“Owner says it’s more expensive to do that than fix whatever got fucked up.”

“Then find someone else to share with,” you say as you turn to walk back into your studio.

Suna grabs your wrist, and as you look over your shoulder at him, he pouts. "Are you really gonna take this out on the kids just because you hate me?”

You stare at him blankly, but the more you think about it and let what he’s said sink in, the softer your face becomes, and suddenly your conviction is nowhere to be found—just another leaf blown away in the wind. “How did your studio flood?”

Happy with how you don’t seem like you're about to escape off into your studio anymore, Suna lets go of your wrist and starts explaining, “Well, one kid clogged the toilet and the other left the sink running.”

“Deserved,” you say through a snort.

“Whatever. Are you gonna share or not?”

“Fine,” you sigh. "But I swear to god, Suna, the second you piss me off or don’t listen, I'm kicking your ass out. This is still my studio.”

"Technically, it’s not even yours.”

You stare at him blankly, eyes narrowed, and Suna can immediately tell you’re already thinking about taking back your offer of letting him stay in your studio.

He coughs awkwardly. "I'll shut up now.” 

“Good choice.”

A beat passes between the two of you just staring at each other, and when Suna realizes you won't say anything more, he takes the initiative.

Tilting his head at you, he asks, "So, are you gonna tell me your name now?”

You continue staring at him blankly.

"Oh, cmon, we’re gonna be sharing a studio now.”

“It's Y/n L/n.”

"Well, Y/n,” he says, somewhat dragging out your name before teasing, "I always knew you had a soft spot for me.”

"I have a soft spot for the kids, not you,” you correct him, crossing your arms.

“Keep telling yourself that,” he says, brushing your shoulder with his as he walks past you and into your studio.

“Don’t just walk into my studio like you own it?!" you call out, following after him.

“Not your studio, and you don’t own it either.”

“You know what I mean, Suna!”

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It's almost scary how easily Suna and his students fit into your class. It didn’t even take a week for you to feel like having him in your studio was natural—how it should have always been. You hated how any ill-will you had toward him would suddenly vanish into thin air whenever you saw him interact with his or your students. You grew accustomed to your new routine with him.

Every other day, he could play his music and even teach some of your students some karate if they so desired, and vice versa. He’d bring you breakfast, and you'd bring him lunch, and sometimes the two of you would even go have dinner once all your students had left. You hated how he just wiggled his way into your life. You’re supposed to hate him—he used to play his music as loud as he could just to piss you off, and now you have dinner with him practically every day.

You’ve grown so fond of him that now, two months later, about to be three, you've completely forgotten why he’s here in the first place—that his residence in your studio is only temporary, and he’s just here till his studio is fixed. You’ve forgotten all about it because now you look forward to seeing him and actually want to see him more than you've ever wanted anything else before. and he feels the exact same because here he is, slumped in a chair in the back of the room, frowing as he watches his and your students combined because you’re not here.

The door swings open, and Suna can't help but let out a sigh of relief, practically jumping out of his seat, ready to go run and spin you in his arms like some shitty rom-com, only to find that it wasn't you who walked in; nope, it was just his friend. Suna’s face falls as he drops back into his chair with a groan.

“Okay, lovely to see ya too,” Osamu snorts as he walks over to Suna, taking the seat next to him.

He weakly tries pushing Osamu out of the chair, mumbling, “That’s Y/n’s seat.”

"Well, they aren't here, are they?”

Suna scowls at him but gives up trying to push him out nonetheless.

“Where are they anyway?”

“Running late, I guess.”

Osamu hums in response, and a comfortable silence falls over them. The only noise in the room was the kids whispering their next move to themselves or helping their friend with something. Suna watches them intently, with the care and attention of someone handling glass, and quickly finds a few students who need help.

"Hey, keep your leg straight when you kick,” he calls out to one of his students before turning to one of yours, “And you bend your knees more when you do your... uh-“ 

"Plié," the child supplies for him.

Suna nods. "Yeah, that whatever.”

Osamu doesn't know whether he should laugh at or side-eye Suna. “Do ya not know their names?”

"I don’t get paid enough to know their names.”

He shakes his head, deciding that commenting on that is not worth his time, and instead goes to why he came here in the first place. "I'm surprised yer still here, to be honest.”

"A job is a job.”

"No, I mean in this studio. I figured the repairs in yer’s would be finished by now; it’s been like, what? almost three months?”

Suna mumbles a slow, drawn-out, “…yeah.”

Osamu sits up straight, shifting in his seat to face Suna entirely. “What the fuck was that?”

“Don’t cuss in front of the kids; what’s wrong with you?" He reprimands, slapping Osamu’s arm.

“Don’t change the subject.”

"I'm not; I'm just saying.”

Osamu rolls his eyes. "Okay, well, start by saying what’s up with the repairs.”

He does not. “Y/n will be back soon; you should leave.”

“Suna,” Osamu monotones.

"If I tell you, will you leave?”

“What did ya do, Suna?”

Suna looks away as he embarrassedly mumbles, “The repairs could’ve been done a long, long time ago…”

“What?!” Osamu practically shrieks as he sits up straight. “What do ya mean?!”

Suna glares at Osamu before looking toward the kids, whose attentions were caught by Osamu yelling and waving them off. “Ignore him.”

“Oh my god, have ya been stalling the repairs?” He asks, this time quietly. “Why would ya do that?”

“Why do you think, Osamu?”

Suna’s attitude does nothing to deter Osamu, not when he’s just had the realization of a lifetime. “Oh my god... Oh my god! Ya have a crush on Y/n, don't ya?”

“Shut the fuck up,” Suna hisses through clenched teeth, his eyes wide and threateningly boring into his.

“What happened to not cussing in front of the kids?”

Suna stares at him blankly, and Osamu merely sighs, slumping back into his seat.

"I can't believe this. I don't know if this is pathetic or cute—kinda both, to be honest.”

"Osamu, I swear-“

With neither of them having heard the studio door swing open, you unknowingly interrupt his threat: "Hey! Sorry, traffic was horrible—oh, who’s this?"

“Doesn't matter; he was just about to leave,” Suna says without missing a beat while standing straight up.

"I'm Osamu,” he says, suddenly approaching you. “And yer the infamous Y/n, I'm assuming?”

“Infamous..?” you question under your breath before shaking your head and deciding to ignore it. “Uh yeah—are you friends with Suna?”

“No.”

“Yes,” Osamu answers, ignoring Suna’s response. "I should get going, though. Nice meeting ya, Y/n!”

“Yeah, you too…”

Osamu waves you goodbye before winking at Suna and disappearing out the door.

You hum. “So what was that about?”

“No idea,” Suna shrugs as he walks away to gather his students.

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Suna has been weird ever since a week ago, when you walked into the studio to Suna and his friend. He’s avoided you as best as he can, and even when he’s not actively trying to somehow get away from you, he still feels Pluto far from his more than dry replies. And frankly, you’ve had enough. You’re driving yourself crazy trying to figure out what you’ve done wrong and how to fix it—you can’t know unless he tells you.

Which is why, when both of your students left, you borderline kidnapped him. You grabbed him by his arm and dragged him into your car, driving the two of you to a restaurant, where you now sit in an awkward silence waiting for your food. But this is good, right? If he truly didn’t want to be in this position with you right now, you’re more than certain he could’ve put up a winning fight, yet he didn't, so that’s good. This is good.

"Did I do something?”

“Yeah,” he replies without missing a beat or looking up at you.

“Huh?” Your heart is in your throat as you blink at him. “What did I do?”

“Exist.”

“What?” You shake your head in disbelief. "I thought we were getting along."

“We are—god.” As he finally looks up at you, he sighs and runs a hand through his hair. You almost feel like you're back in his studio for the very first time with the way his eyes are boring into yours. “We get along too well, jesus christ, Y/n, you drive me crazy.”

“And you don’t drive me crazy?” you ask, giving him a crooked smile.

“You don't know what you’re saying,” he says flatly, yet the way it’s almost breathless has you thinking maybe he actually wants you to know what you’re saying—to know all of the implications that come with it and fully embrace them.

“Does it matter? Just stop ignoring me, Suna; I hate it.”

"I hate it too.”

“So then why are you doing it, idiot?”

“Because Y/n, I-“

You stare at him expectantly, patiently waiting for his answer.

"I get too distracted with you; I need to teach my students," he mumbles the rest of his sentence as he looks away from you, your scrutinizing gaze sending shivers down his spine and crushing any idea he had to say something else—say the truth—well, the whole truth, because you very well do distract Suna far too much for his liking.

“That sounds like a shitty excuse.”

Suna hums, and when he makes no move to explain himself, you wonder, “Why do I distract you so much?”

“Why do you care if I ignore you so much?”

You roll your eyes. “Don’t act childish, Suna.”

Suna merely raises an eyebrow at you, still waiting for your answer, just like you were waiting for his only a few moments ago.

You sigh. "I'm not sure.”

"Well, I am, so I won’t say anything until you're sure too.”

“That’s not fair, Sunaaaa,” you whine, sliding down your seat like a petulant child.

He shrugs, a slight smirk on his face. "I'm more than happy to wait.”

"Whatever, just stop ignoring me?”

"Yeah, I'll stop,” he says, nodding. “Sorry bout that.”

"S'fine." You wave him off before remembering something that makes you sit up straight again. "Oh, also, I've been meaning to ask about how your studio is going?”

Suna’s mood and face drop so fast that it’s as if he was never even happy or smiling in the first place—the temperature of the room suddenly icy cold. “Oh.”

"I'm not trying to kick you out, Suna,” you immediately add, reassuring him that, as of now, that's the last thing you’d ever want to do. "I actually like you in my studio... like a lot, I guess, and I don't know, to be honest, I'm scared I'm getting too used to you being there."

"Well, I'm already used to it, so either way, we’re both kinda fucked in that department.”

You can't help but smile so wide it hurts your cheeks, absolutely over the moon that he feels the exact same way. That he’s grown so used to you, like the two of you should have never been apart in the first place, and it was always only a matter of time before you found your way to each other.

"I'm not sure, though. I haven’t heard much,” he continues, interrupting your inner swooning.

"Okay, well, that’s good then,” you say, nodding more to yourself than to him. “No need to get rid of you so soon; who else will annoy me?”

"Weren't you just begging me to stop ignoring you, and now I'm annoying?” he taunts.

You cross your arms, glaring at him. "I was not begging Rintaro Suna.”

“Could’ve fooled me.”

“Shut up," you say through a smile, no hostility anywhere in you. “Oh also! The kids wanted me to tell you about our recital coming up.”

“Yeah? When is it?”

“Week from now. They really want you there.”

Suna tilts his head slightly to the side, his eyes narrowing at you in doubt. “Just them?”

“Just them.”

Suna doesn't believe it for a second, and maybe he would’ve if your voice wasn't so shakey and breathless.

You relent; you never had much resolve when it came to him anyway—that's how he ended up in your studio in the first place, isn't it? “And me too, I guess.”

A blush that he makes look all too good covers his cheeks. "I'd love to go, Y/n.”

“Great!”

Suddenly his face drops, and he’s cursing under his breath, "Shit, wait, actually, we have a tournament that day too.”

"Oh, that's fine! I mean, being in the studio with us, it's like you get a free recital every day, right?” You smile, but even then, it's clear as day how disappointed you are.

"I'm sorry, Y/n. I can still try to make it.”

“No no! It's fine; you won't miss much. You have your own kids stuff to worry about.”

Suna frowns, wanting nothing more than to wipe that dejected look off your face. “Y/n.”

"Suna, it's fine, really." You weakly try to reassure him, but he’s just not budging.

He shakes his head. "I'll make it up to you, I promise.”

“Okay, I'll hold you to it then.”

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The recital came faster than you cared for. You would be excited for this had Suna been able to come, but he couldn't, and now, even though you know he won't be here, you still can't help but peek through the stage curtains, hoping and praying you'll somehow spot him in the crowd. You try to keep your disappointment at bay the whole recital, and surprisingly you do. The recital goes off without a hitch, and the only thing you can wish for is that you were more excited. Your little ones did absolutely amazing and completely blew the crowd away, yet here you are moping around over some dude who, up until a few months ago, you hated.

“They did amazing,” an oddly familiar voice says, breaking you out of your thoughts. "I'm sure it's only because of their teacher... Do you know them? I'm actually looking for them.”

You're flattered, really, but you can't deal with compliments or holding a conversation right now, not when you want to just crawl under your bed covers and never come out. Not to mention that no one else is supposed to be backstage right now. You sigh before turning around to ask them to leave, only to practically jump out of your skin with excitement.

“Suna!” you exclaim happily, running your way toward him and closing some of the gap between you two. “You’re here, but how? Where were you? I looked, and I couldn't find you—wait, I thought? Where's your kids? Shouldn't you be at their tournament?” 

Suna watches you ramble with the softest of faces, huffing a small laugh. He shrugs once you're done. “Samu took over.”

“Rintaro Suna.”

“What? The little shits will get over it… but I don't think you would've if I didn't show up.”

"Well, I would've tried.” You take another step toward him. "Though I can't say you're not a smart man, Rintaro.”

Suna eyes you curiously and follows your movements, taking a step toward you. “So I've been told.”

You roll your eyes, despite an undeniable smile dressing your face, and in some fit of arrogance, you take the last step toward Suna, thus closing any remaining space between the two of you. With your chests touching, there’s nothing left for you to do but wrap your arms around his neck, which you do with ease—as if they were always meant to be there this whole time. He quickly follows your lead, resting his hands on your waist. But his eyebrows are furrowed as if to ask if this is okay, and you nod. This is more than okay—you’d actually prefer more, and it doesn’t seem like he’s getting the hint.

“So are you gonna kiss me, or are you just gonna stand there all day?"

Suna goes wide-eyed, and it takes a minute for his body to catch up with his brain, but before you know it, Suna is practically slamming his face into yours, kissing you like if he doesn't, he’ll die. like you’re the very oxygen Suna has been so desperately searching for all his life—and who's to say he isn't yours as well? Meeting his lips with the same exact urgency, you're sure if anyone else was backstage right now, the two of you would be scolded for years to come. Suna pulls away for air, practically panting; his face is flushed with such a deep red you can still make it out even under the dim lights, and you push strands of his hair out of his face just to revel in his blush some more.

Still struggling to catch his breath, he swallows harshly. “Would it ruin the moment if I told you my studio is finally fixed?”

"Yes, so I'm gonna pretend you didn't say that and keep kissing you instead.”

"Yeah, ok, I like that idea better anyway.”

©TODAYISAWTHEWHXLEWXRLD

[hongcherry]

Saw this and I could NOT pass this up🤌🏼, writing toooo good to not send in a request still haven't got over the Christmas gift fic you wrote me with YunGi🤪

So can I get this based around Woozi please😔🙏🏼, the lack of Woozi fics is CRIMINAL! With the dialogue being #2, emotion I, and the setting the alleyway being a dive bar.

I will take anythingggggg, angsty, happy, sad, truly ANYTHING. I’m thirsty for any Woozi crumbs I can get😔😔 please and thank you bestie😚😚xoxo

omg DDD: LOOK AT YOU BEING ACTIVE AGAIN 💖 hello hello bae! AND DON'T BE NICE TO ME. IDK HOW TO ACT *throws hearts aggressively* but tysm for supporting me huhuhuhuuh 😫 and ty for sending in a request! i hope u like it, my cheese lover 3000 🧀

Pairing: musician!Jihoon/Woozi x Reader G/AUs: Angst, friends to lovers, non-idol au TWs: None but ofc lmk <3 WC: 1.2k A/N: Barely proofread so no judgment plzzzzz ;c

Prompt: “what they said back there. is it true?” + confusion + an alleyway behind a dive bar

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The winter air bites into you as soon as you push past the dive bar’s door. The chilliness makes you want to take a U-turn back into the building, but you know the heat from indoors won’t help. Not when your source of warmth still sits inside.

People mill about the sidewalks, some dressed casually and others dolled up. No one gives you a second glance as they walk by. It makes it easy to slip into the alleyway unnoticed—hoping for some privacy as you gather your thoughts.

He’s leaving.

In one week, Jihoon will be across the country, chasing his dreams that don’t include you.

There’s a gallon of guilt sloshing in your chest from not being over the moon for his opportunity. However, it doesn’t compare to the sea you’re treading in from knowing this is it for you both.

You won’t get the chance to love and be loved by him.

Not in the way you want.

You slump against the brick wall, arms wrapped around yourself to fight the cold.

You know there are still opportunities to keep in contact, but it won’t be the same. You won’t be able to feel his arms around you or his lips on yours. Maybe if traveling wasn’t so expensive, you could find the silver lining.

“Hey.”

The familiar voice makes your head snap up; your hold on your jacket tightens in surprise.

Jihoon stands at the entrance of the alleyway with his hands stuffed in his pockets. He looks hesitant.

Emotions try to clog your throat, but you force them down so you can speak.

“What they said back there. Is it true?” you ask, voice strained.

Jihoon glances to the side briefly while he answers, “Yes.”

He slowly makes his way closer. Each step brings forth an equal weight of pain and happiness. Being around Jihoon used to bring a smile to your face instantly, but now, your heart just aches.

“You didn’t tell me,” you state.

“I did,” he answers slowly. He stops a few feet away, hands still in his pockets.

“You said you’d be gone for two weeks, not two years,” you scoff.

He exhales a deep breath. You watch it swirl in the air from the cold weather instead of seeing the mix of excitement and guilt on his face.

“It was only going to be two weeks, but they really like my works and wanted me to sign a contract,” he explains.

You turn away when you see your vision blurring. Staring at him reminds you of what you’re about to lose.

“I was going to tell you in private tonight,” he adds.

“What else were you going to tell me?” You force the question out.

“What do you mean?”

You glance at him finally. He’s standing an arm’s length away now.

“Were you going to tell me I meant nothing to you? That you’re sorry for leaving me, but I should be happy about it?”

“Fuck, Yn, you have no idea how hard this decision was for me,” he sighs out, slight frustration laced in his words.

“Enlighten me, Jihoon, because right now, it feels like you knew there was never going to be an ‘us’.”

He winces at your words, hands digging deeper in his pockets like he’s trying to find the right words to make you feel better. You already know he’ll come up empty.

“That’s not true,” he says belatedly.

“No? How long did you know about this new contract of yours? How long were you waiting to tell me ‘privately’? A week? Two?” you ask, voice raising in anger.

The more you talk, the more conflicted he looks. You know you’re not making this easy on him, but the devil on your shoulder wants him to feel the heartache you’re feeling.

“Do you not remember how two weeks ago we were on your couch and I told you I love you? I love you, Jihoon, and you’re just going to lea—”

Jihoon kisses you hard.

He holds your face in his hands, grip tight enough to keep you steady but not enough to hurt. Your heart hammers in your chest.

He puts all the emotions and messages he can’t convey into the kiss. It’s so overwhelming that you want to pull away, but you persist because it means you can have him a little longer.

The second you feel him begin to pull away, your hands reach up to grip his wrists.

He stares down, so you can’t see his face.

“I’d ask for you to wait for me, but that’s not fair,” he says. You can hear the sorrow in his voice. Although you wanted him to feel it too, you also can’t help but hurt more knowing he’s not happy. “Maybe once I get a few paychecks I can fly you out. Maybe… Maybe if you still love me when I come back, we can make it work.”

“Why can’t we make it work now?” You nearly plead.

He sighs and shakes his head. His hair tickles your forehead.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers.

You will your knees not to give out in realization. There’s no changing his mind.

Your hands on his wrists ease.

Jihoon looks up, eyes filled with desperation for you not to go.

“Let’s head back inside. You’re cold,” he murmurs, hands slipping from your face to hold your hands.

Before you can try to protest, he’s leading you back inside toward your friends.

Your body instantly feels grateful for the warmer temperature, but what’s really heating your body is Jihoon’s hand in yours.

His comforting touch spreads from your joint hands and spreads throughout your body. It’s a feeling you want to shove away, but you force yourself to not. You only have a few days left of his presence, and you should enjoy it.

Jihoon’s not a fan of PDA, but tonight he pushes his own boundaries. He drapes an arm around your shoulders, hand lazily gliding up and down your arm as he interacts with your friends.

You can’t help but lean into his firm body, allowing yourself these few hours to pretend everything’s okay.

It’s self-torture to have his notifications on. It’s been almost four months since he’s left and all you can do is check his socials. He’s not too active so when he is, you cherish it.

Although you’ve tried to keep in contact, hectic schedules and time zones make it difficult. You wonder if he still thinks of you as much as you think of him.

Then as if to answer your question, your phone dings.

woozi_universefactory made a new post. Check it out!

His first official song, “Loved You First,” has been released.

While tears stain your cheeks as you listen, another ding emits from your phone.

Jihoon: 🖤

You chuckle at the simple message, wiping away your tears as your heart replaces forlorn with hope. 

He said he wouldn’t ask you to wait for him, but you should fight for what you want—for who you want. 

You push down the doubt and channel the hope you felt while listening to his song. Nothing will stop you from trying to make this work.

Not the distance, the time zones, or the schedules.

After all, who said love is easy?

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[blackdollette]

OH MY GOD I'M NOT SURE IF U STILL WANT CLYDE REQUESTS BUTBUTBUT!!

like, reader is a part of the little group(?) thinnggg nd reader n clyde kind oofffff don't like each other?? for some reason?? nd it's like enemies to lover's but not cuz it just ends in hate sex but not exactly HATE sex, hrmmnnrmrm.

i don't think this work's with clyde but it could maybe work with charlie toooo maybe?, anyways bye bye!! :3

ahhh! i've never gotten smth like this before im so excited!!

"the bad girl next door." | clyde

dangerous girl. - lana del rey

✮⋆˙ [tags] @faesucksass @lustkillers @mayathepsychic1999@josibunn @livingdead-materialgirl @romanroyapoligist@auggiethecreator @oliviah-25 @vanlisbon @lankysimp @livingdead-reilly@imoonkiss @lankysimp@nom-nommmm1@xxbl00d-cl0txx@k1ll3rh0rr0r@wildathevrt@mommymilkers0526

reader x clyde

word count: 1.5k

contents: enemies to lovers, public sex, protected p in v

“hey! watch it!” clyde yelled as the club’s bouncer picked him up and threw him onto the pavement outside of the establishment, another bouncer trailing behind, carrying you and throwing you right on top of him.

“fuck you!” you shouted out as the two large men walked back into the club, slamming the doors with more defiance than necessary. you heard a low groan underneath you, along with his compressed voice. “get off me, bitch.” he muttered. your eyes narrowed and you pushed his head into the rough gravel. “that’s no way to speak to me, druggie.” 

he flipped himself over, shoving you off of him and standing up as he dusted himself off. i put his hands on his hips and chewed on his lower lip, looking up at the building in front of him. you got to your feet too, shoving past him and going straight for the door.

he grabbed you by the wrist, his cold gaze making you freeze. “where the hell do you think you’re going? you just got kicked out, genius. you can’t just walk back in there like you own the place.” you rolled your eyes, snatching your wrist out of his grip. “wrong, asshole.” you opened the door, strutting right back inside the club like nothing happened, and that made clyde’s blood boil.

he hated the way you walked over everyone like you ran the town. in his eyes, you were just some entitled brat who was born with a silver spoon in your mouth. it was unusual for him to detest anyone as much as he did you, but what could you say? you were special. and besides, you didn’t like him either. he was brought up by a wealthy family and he threw it all away to pursue a life of freedom and all that other bullshit. you would’ve killed to have a life like his and he didn’t even want it. now that got under your skin.

you waltzed back into the club, sitting down at a stool with the rest of your friends, but the tension thickened as clyde walked up right behind you, sitting a few seats away from you, a raging fire burning in his eyes. for such a “chill” guy, you had no idea how you got him so riled up without even trying.

he flipped you off, ticking you off once again. you stood up, preparing to give you a piece of you mind for the umpteenth time that night until a waiter holding a tray of champagne came out of no where and knocked into you, causing more commotion than you thought was necessary. but it was so damn embarrassing, and you could’ve sworn you heard clyde laugh.

and that’s how you ended up here, in the club’s kitchen washing dishes as punishment for all the trouble you caused. and to make matter’s worse, clyde was there too. since he’d already been kicked out, the owner believed that it would be more than appropriate to have two young delinquents wash dishes during rush hour. and it was all clyde’s fault.

“you missed a spot.” he remarked snidely. you shot him a glare as you scrubbed on a wine glass. like the whore he was, he had stripped down to his tank top, revealing biceps that were more defined than you would ever expect. you looked away from him, trying to avoid any unnecessary interaction with him. you aggressively tried to wash a stain off of the glass, but it wouldn’t budge.

clyde saw you struggling and snuck up behind you, snaking his arms underneath yours and washing the glass with much more care. “you do it like this, you animal.”

you snatched it back from him, placing it on the drying rack and speaking lowly.“you should seriously just leave me alone. i swear it’s like you’re obsessed with me or something.” clyde sneered. “and you should adjust that bra.” your cheeks immediately flushed as you looked down, your tank top having slipped low enough to reveal an unholy amount of cleavage.

you swallowed hard, pulling up your top a little, making your tits bounce slightly. your face burned with a strange attraction bubbling in your gut. clyde leaned on the counter, picking at his fingernails. seeing him in this light was strange. his usually drunk-looking eyes seemed so much livelier. his hair didn’t look as greasy and he had the appearance of effortless attractiveness that most men strived for.

you were never able to deny the “crush” you’d had on him, but you could mask how you went about showing it. so all you could do was long for the day he would pick up on your painfully obvious signs.

“fuckin’ perv…” you muttered under your breath. clyde didn’t say anything to that, but he got up real close to you, making you back away until you were against the cold marble wall. his eyes narrowed, the sexual tension between you two growing to an almost unbearable point.

“i’m a lot of things you fucking brat,” he stuck his pointer finger into your face, “but i will not take such a nasty attitude from a horny bitch like you.” that had done it. your body began to tremble from his condescending stare, and you couldn’t hold yourself back for another second.

you pressed your lips into his, kissing him so hard that his heart nearly stopped. he let out a deep groan from the contact, his hands immediately finding your waist and gripping it firmly. he picked you up, letting your legs wrap around his waist as he set you on the counter, frantically undoing his belt without moving his lips from yours for even a second.

in a matter of seconds, his erect cock sprung out of his pants, slapping your inner thigh and making you shiver. he pulled away from the kiss, panting as he desperately went to remove your shirt. he’d been dying to see your knockers for a long time now, and nothing was holding him back anymore.

he unclasped your bra, letting it fall to the ground and admiring the sight before him. this whole thing would be sweet if his other hand wasn’t digging into your ass, surely drawing blood. but you didn’t care. he spread your legs apart, slipping your panties to the side before spitting on his fingers and roughly shoving them into your tight hole, making a loud moan erupt from your core.

he fingered you with one hand, using the other to whip out a condom from the depths of his pocket and tearing it open with his teeth, turning you on a lot more than that simple action should’ve.

he teased your hole a little more, your sweet, gentle noises softening his heart as he rolled on the condom. he pulled his fingers out of you, looking you deeply in the eyes. “alright, i’m gonna fuck you now, okay? if you feel like chickening out, whine or something like you always do.” he smirked a little before pumping his cock a few times, pushing it in.

you screamed out as he slowly took you inch by inch, your arms wrapping around his neck. there was nothing slow and steady about this. it was heated and rough, his nails digging into your thigh as he began pounding into you, abusing your already-sore little hole.

you put your head in the crook of his neck, biting his shoulder blade as you felt his dick rearranging your guts. you were holding back tears. you had always given him the impression that you could take any dick, no matter the size. but you were quickly doubting your own capabilities.

he rolled his hips into yours, making your irises flip to the back of your head from the ecstatic feeling. he explored your tight, gummy walls, letting out raspy groans as he picked up the pace.

the sound of skin slapping together filled the room, the noise echoing off the polished walls as the screams and cheers from the main club got louder. you couldn’t believe you were doing this, getting your hole banged by the very man you couldn’t stand to be around for more than 2 minutes.

his thumbs reached for your puffy clit, rubbing quick circles onto it and using your cum as lubricant. your screamed, tossing your head back as he brought his lips to your tits and started swirling his tongue around your hard nipples. you were about 2 seconds over the edge, but you didn’t want to seem like a total virgin. however, your stamina ran short as you sobbed out, “c-clyde, i’m so clo-” you were cut off by a whimper that surely tore through the walls of the kitchen. your head fell back, and you felt the condom inside you swell as he filled it up with his hot, sticky cum.

he panted like a starved dog, leaning against the wall for support as he slipped off the condom, tucking his softening dick back into his pants. he caught a glimpse of you pouting as he put it away, so he threw the full condom at you, it landing right on your nose.  you swatted it off, laughing as you slapped him on the chest. “fuck you, you dick.” he lightly shoved you away from him, grinning. “gladly.”

author's note: my fics have been way too long lately smh.

[tw1nkee28]

Hello sorry for asking another question again I like your characters a lot and I was wondering what’s Jack’s and Dawn’s opinion on Pixel, I just want to make sure I make them act the right way and make sure Dawn isn’t scared of my little burnt boi, or Jack dislikes him

Okokay !! Lemmeee think about this HGSHD

While I can think of characters separately, every time someone asks me this question my brain goes blank since I haven't really done any roleplays to show how they interact or think about each other so I'll just have to wing it JHDHDH

Jackrabbit:

He probably thinks fondly of Pixel, like many others, but I do think it'd be a bit of that fond irritation you get for someone that you care about but they're also sort of a nuisance (like my brother, he's a pain in my ass but I love him)

I say this because of how Jack probably has to drag him around to get things done like force feeding him his meds, giving him that intervention we talked about yesterday HSGHD, or just overall medical attention and checkups.

He would risk his life for that man. 1, because he's a shadow and one of his own; and 2, because he sees him as a good friend and someone that he doesn't want to chance losing. He probably wouldn't outright show how much he cares, only really acting fondly annoyed by him (like when someone tells a joke so bad that you just sorta frown at them while you try not to laugh)

Most of his responses consist of "mhm?" "Mh." "That's great" etc, like a parent whose child keeps showing them shit and they're trying to be supportive but they can't really say much...

TLDR: he cares deeply about him and acts annoyed by him despite feeling very fond of him and his actions. He tries his hardest to take care of him even when Pixel tries to avoid it (ex. Taking meds)

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Dawn:

(hdhhdh this is the one I gotta think hard about)

Okokay, since we haven't really talked too much about their interactions, I don't really have toooo much to say for Dawn's thoughts.

I know that he would see Pixel as a good teammate and trustworthy ally, maybe a bit intriguing because of how he's dressed. (mask, hood, glasses, etc.) He might be a bit weary or distrustful of him at first mainly because of the way he covers up completely, essentially hiding his identity from him (he gets a little paranoid, no actual ill feelings towards him)

If they got to know each other a bit better in the future, then he'd probably lose that distrust. But for the time being, he views him as just another shadow, another person to keep safe but also not get too close to. He might either try to distance himself from Pixel because he sees a bit of himself in 'em and he doesn't wanna think about that, OR try to stay a bit closer to Pixel because of that same reason, trying to give him the support system he wished he had.

He would respect him and what he does as a soldier, would probably trust his judgement on stuff pretty easily.

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That's pretty much all I can think of for now

If you wanted to know something specific that I didn't list in here, feel free to dm me or send an ask at any time ! I promise I don't bite hshdh 😭

I do hope this answered at least some of your questions, thank you for the ask 🫶

[goldyluna]

🍦, 🐝, 🧩 pls 💖💖💖

Love you 💖💖💖

Avo, u bitch.... I love you too <33

🐝: Tag your biggest supporter(s) and say one nice thing about them

I will start with this one✨

@avopumpkin you are the bestest bestie I could ask for <333 I love that you joined tblr and we can do even more stuff with each other! I think you are really talented artist — your art is adorable and your writing style is awesome. You are really creative, fun to be around and a really amazing person. Hope to see more stuff from you more often!

@starmoonlightfox you aren't active on tblr (I wish you were, bitch), but I always know I can count on you <33 You have an amazing art style and I always want to see more of your art! You are so nice and kind and talented and I love spending time with you. Talking with you is always fun :3

I might tag only two people that I feel the closest to in general as we are friends 8 years now. HOWEVER I also want to take this opportunity to thank all of my mutuals and other followers and people that follows my AUs like Purgatory Trials or Magica Goddesses!

I am thankful for all my tumblr friends that comment and reblog. That tag me in other posts and ask and just write and have fun with me! Even if we don't talk or interact much, I always have you all in my heart <3

Without you I wouldn't be here and maybe I would be discouraged to continue any bigger ideas I had. But the support I got, and am still getting, from you all is really making me wanna go forward and continue. I really appreciate you all! Thank you for being here with me <3

🍦: Name three good things about a character you hate

After more emotional question, let's go to the hated characters! There really isn't much characters I hate, more like dislike, aren't my favorite or are just so forgettable to me.

For this one I think I will pick Midori from yttd. As I dislike him very much, but also I think he is a great character so it is easier for me to appreciate him. IT MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS!

He is a great villainous Floor Master. In yttd we have a lot of those, but not all are so bad (in my opinion of course). Midori is a mence, but that's what is awesome about him. I love he is created to be like that — a rat of horrors. I love his "true form" and by saying that I mean his reval of being a dummy (and the trick with hand was fun in my opinion). I think he is great at being creepy and being everywhere. When he was Sou Hiyori I believe he had to be good at acting or, at least, making things work with how much he was present in all of our casts lives. I admire him for being able to pull it off. Like, go off girly pop, I guess? I can't think of anything more so that's the end of Midori appreciation post.

🧩: What will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

And the last question!!! It is a really interesting one.

I think the most fics I stopped reading because the level of ooc-ness was toooo high. Like, the mischaracterization was so unreal it made me cringe. I am all for artistic freedom, I myself make some characters a little ooc sometimes, but when I see some people make characters so unbelievable that they just becoming an OC with the same name (or even not if it is a genderswap).

I don't like when something isn't in the tags. I don't like some kinks and reading them recoil me physically — I don't kinkshame, people can like whatever they want, I like some but dislike others. Usually, I can filter everything I don't like and I don't feel like reading. Whatever if it is a sexual stuff or something different. But it really irks me when something isn't tagged and then is in the middle of the fic. Sometimes, I don't mind, I pull through, but sometimes it destroys the fun I had.

If I had to tell what makes me to click away from the fic before I even start it, it is definitely the formating, grammar and style of writing. It is really subjective, but all of this question is so whatever. What I mean by all that is. Everything is written in lowercase (I just really dislike it in fanfiction, you can write like that everywhere else — blogs, chats, random notes — but it is really discouraging me to read a normal work). Grammar is really important to me and was learning English so much in school. It is really not fun to read all the mistakes. It usually isn't a big deal for me if it is not all the time, I just roll my eyes. Bad style is bad for me when I see that the person is really inexperienced. AND IT ISN'T A BAD THING IN ITSELF!!! We all have to start somewhere, try ourselves and see what other people think and if they have some advice. It is a different thing if all of those things are put together and it is just really unenjoyable reading time. Some maybe can do it and then say some constructive criticism, but I usually just click off.

And I thinks that's all. But oh boy, this post is really long post already so it better be all lol

[irlnikeiyomiuri]

🍓🍄🔪 for the ask meme -iris

share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings

TOUGH QUESTION bc what's something i haven't discussed before.... these are all gonna be for beta sorry canon sdra </3. some ships some platonic duos all non despair verse

-tsuzuna LOVE shopping. favorite thing in the world is to go out <3 and buy things <3 even tho they're both kinda broke <3 ..... hpa student discount needs to come in clutch for them :( they're on friendly terms w like.. every food court employee that exists.

-kobashikawa tends to find pebbles around his things (on his desk, in his bag) bc maeda just Likes the pebbles and will absentmindedly grab a few to toy with as he wanders abt. but he tends to wander by koba and they just... magically join his things. he's got a small, growing pile of them in his room. sometimes tho, when he finds them, he throws them at otori

-uehara and otori have a weird frenemies thing going on. they both legitimately have a positive view of each other but for some reason they get into fights abt it. i think they even know they both look at each other positively. why are they fighting. what is it even over. huh.

-taira never brushes her hair and this did something negative to tomoris brain when she found out. wdym you only finger comb it in the shower. when was the last time you held a brush. she wants to have a sleepover w taira and do some self care stuff but taira is so not interested

-beta hpa is in kyoto which iirc has a looot of forested areas? so hpa is set... not Far from any towns, maybe a half hours walk, but its directly surrounded by woods for REASONS THIS ISNT THE POINT. maetai like to go for walks together that's what matters. most interaction they typically have is that they may share earbuds. maeda only has corded ones tho and tai doesn't usually trust him w her wireless ones so it's an interesting experience

-uehara loooves to watch tsu play games, and tsu loooves to sink seven hours into a game, so this works out well. uehara has an odd skill for handheld rhythm games (dont let him try ddr it'll kill him) so tsu only ever tries rhythm games if uehara is there to bail him out if he can't get it

-that was more than one pair :(...

what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project? god... Tough question, like actually? first thought is immediately gonna be smthn for one of the beta deaths? but tbh i don't think any of that's all toooo weird/out there. beta is sci-fi with a bit of a heaver dosage of the fi aspect??? so like... 30% of the time if there's information i can't find w ease, i can just use the background sci fi elements (how do i say this in a non spoilery way... even if the kids cant come up w explanations for everything- if it happened, then i know how it happened, even if the kids can't explain it rn)... ykw, i'll say i got really deep/niche into japanese geography. half saying this bc i never really utilized it? so it's weird i got Soo particular seeing as stuff just got scrapped. i don't think i even retained anything so what was the point.

more random things ive researched (in a way this too is beta lore. i guess.) -odds of having twins -apraxia of speech -punk culture of the 60s (specifically in england) -every street in harajuku -cloud formations -so many different aspects of chemical bonds -made to fade tattoos -christianity (how odd)

[bluebunnyears-08]

I’d like to ask if I can give a writing prompt?

Its a sequel to the story of where Nine has replaced Tails in his Prime universe. I don’t know if you are already working on one but I have an idea with a few little prompts.

1). Sonic is unable to really speak after a shock like that being unable to express anything as his heads a mess.

2). Nine goes on about what they can do together and today, showing what he has already invented on the table. - it can be what you want it to be he invents maybe something fun or it could be a weapon he shows off like a kid showing off a drawing to a dad or brother.

3). Sonic collects himself for only a little and shakes himself a little to reality. “Saying thats great buddy I-I need to just go for a run toooo clear my head”

4). Nine is sad of course but he thinks he’s got all the time in the world to hang out and he can enjoy his isolation for a little while longer and the more serene surroundings and fresh air. He’ll say something like “ok later bro” or “alright but lets catch up I want to know everything else about this world” with a lot of pep like the old tails.

5). Sonic immediately makes a break for it to an isolated location and gets all he’s feeling out in a kind cry scream that sags out at the end and he tries to collect himself after trying to keep himself together.

6). Back to Nine he’s happily sitting in his metal tails made chair when Amy drops in wondering why sonic left. How Nine acts towards her is up to you.

I hope that it wasn’t too long or irritating

Of course, it's ok! I'm sorry it took a while to see this answered, I've been going through some stuff and my mind has been in a fog. However, I don't plan on writing a sequel or a continuation to that fic, I wanted to leave what happens next to you readers, and it seems from what you've written it worked!

I'm very happy you liked that fic, and even more glad it left what happens next in your mind. Another thing is that I didn't originally come up with the fic, as it was a prompt request I merely fleshed out. So I can't really claim ownership of it.

So I can't expand on that fic due to those two reasons, but I can respond if you want to what you think would happen next.

And don't ever worry about a prompt being too long or irritating, send whatever prompt you have no matter how long it is. The only catch is that it'll take a longer time to write, but other than that, there's nothing wrong with any request.

Yes, I can see Sonic being shocked, mainly because the person in front of him is technically his brother, so he wouldn't know how to go about it. I slightly disagree with Sonic being angry or furious, he'd be more shocked and conflicted than anything, and while he will be horrified and against what Nine did, he wouldn't really yell or scream or antagonize Nine. Due to Sonic's interactions with Nine and knowledge of Nine's past and his probable emotional maturity, he wouldn't understand, but he could never truly hate or yell at Nine. A concerned scolding or a disappointed stare is probably the worst that'll happen.

And yeah, Nine is too happy and blissful to notice Sonic's shock and horror, just happy to be with Sonic and in a world he dreamed of. And he'd probably show off a gun or something that'll help Sonic with Eggman, very reminiscent of a child showing a parent their drawing. Nine is still a kid after all. A broken, emotionally exhausted, and traumatized kid, but a kid nonetheless.

Yeah, I can see Sonic understanding not just the situation, but he takes note of Nine's fragilely joyful state, so he's careful, not wanting Nine to be upset or angry, so he'd just make up an excuse to go out for a run.

Nine would be disappointed, but he'd never force Sonic to do anything, as seen when he allows Sonic to go back and help the rebels despite clearly wanting Sonic to stay. Not to mention now nothing can separate them, and they have all the time in the world in this paradise of a world. And I can see him retaining the pep and cheerfulness of the original Tails, now that he doesn't have anything to worry or be pained about. He is still a Tails after all.

And Sonic would be heartbroken and horrified at what Nine did, reducing his baby bro into nothing but a mere trait, what Nine was. I don't think he'd scream, not really, he'd most likely just shut down and focus on his swarming thoughts silently as various flickies wonder what's wrong.

Nine would be indifferent to Amy like he was to the others. She'd come in to find him sitting on a makeshift chair he used his tails to make. He'd tell her Sonic went for a run, mentioning Sonic's habit of 'running around everywhere'. Amy would then ask what he was doing which Nine would be short and blunt, explaining what he was building, not having the same shine in his eyes as when he was explaining it to Sonic and his voice being rather flat and bored. Amy would notice this and ask if he's ok, to which Nine would simply tell her he was fine, getting annoyed when Amy asks if he's sure. He then snarks back at her in annoyance, which would take her aback, then Nine would catch himself and apologize, stating that he has a lot going on in his head about inventions he needs to finish and work on and just needs some time alone, asking Amy to leave him alone to work. Amy would still be concerned but would comply, leaving the fox to tinker with his work as he fantasized about all of the things he could do now that he managed to follow Sonic back to Green Hill, his tails wagged behind him in excitement and joy.

[mermaidsirennikita]

ARC Review: You, Again by Kate Goldbeck

4.25/5. Releases 9/12/2023.

Vibes: classic romcoms with a new spin, uptight anxiety man meets freewheeling lady rake, and friends to lovers the way it should be done.

When Josh and Ari meet, he's dating her roommate (the same roommate she's sleeping with). It's years before they're able to reconnect on the right foot, and only after major blows in their personal lives. As they grow into best friends, the inevitable tension between them turns into something totally different...

I'm really loving this string of contemporaries that take clear inspiration from God Tier romcoms. I don't think you need to be a When Harry Met Sally fan to enjoy this at all, but I do think that fans of that classic snark and feels sensibility will find this hard to resist.

Quick Takes:

--I do really want to touch on those WHMS comparisons, though. I'm a fan of the movie, and if you're a fan, there are certain lines and moments in this that will be clear, never-obnoxious nods. They're not lifting--it's definitely a tribute. However, I also think the book does some really interesting things by throwing a more contemporary spin on the story. Like I said, Ari and Josh meet in a love triangle of sorts--you know Ari is bi right off the bat. And that's always a thing that influences her journey and development. This is an m/f romance novel in which the heroine's bisexuality never feels fetishized or plugged in.

You also get a lot from Ari being the person who's okay with casual sex... only to have her heart crushed by love on more than occasion... while Josh is the one who seeks a solid relationship constantly, while never connecting with anyone on a deep emotional level. There's a gender flipping element that works really well here. The idea of Ari being a commitmentphobic snarker isn't something you see in many books. She's a truly "problematic heroine". She makes bad choices, she hurts people, she needs to grow the fuck up. At points, even I was a little frustrated with her. But the story is so much more satisfying in the end because Ari needed to work on herself.

--And of course, Josh is a great hero. I found him so................... much. He's big, he's shy and uptight, he just wants to settle down and be someone's someone. He could cook. Oh, and he can totally paddle your ass and call you a bad girl over the phone! Yes! (There is a moment over text in this book.... you're not ready.)

--There's a great sense of New York, New York in such an affectionate, romcom-y way? The setting is very lovingly done, and it adds to the sense that you're sort of stepping back in time.

--I've been very vocal about my antipathy towards friends to lovers. I'm not a big fan, generally speaking. I think it suggests a sluggishness and lack of desire and action from the hero and heroine. It often falls back on the idea that "I just didn't see you like that [for five years]" which is just hard for me to believe. But here, while Ari and Josh get to know each other over years, they're not truly friends for toooo long before the levee breaks. A good while, yes; but just enough for the tension to bubble through, never too much. Also, they clearly never see each other in a sexless way. You get so much longing, so much desire in this book, with neither Josh nor Ari ready to admit it.

--Another really nice thing about this book is that for the bulk of it, Josh is 34-35 and Ari is around 29-30. Neither one has their life totally figured out. They're both still stumbling through life and picking up and trying again. It's really nice to see, and fuck anyone who says this is New Adult. These people are adults, figuring their shit out, taking the time they need. That's normal.

The Sex Stuff:

I could have used maybe one or two more scenes, and one scene does cut off oddly early. However, when these two go off, they go OFF. I really liked the way they interacted through sex. It seemed like a kind of truly honest communication between them, and I found it really touching (and hot).

This book ends on a note I was delighted with--it really feel like I was watching an old school romcom come to a close. I had a great time.

Thanks to Netgalley and Dial Press for providing me with a copy of this book. All thoughts and opinions are my own.

[fridgimus]

sergei unorganised thought dump

i think he's silly and funny and sily and i like him

me and my friend talk abt how dragunov's movements are so surgical, rehearsed, precise. they have such windups but when they connect they hit fast like a gunshot (the sound design helps sm with this imagery)

ive felt this way for tk7 but i love how after grapples he usually has little tactical ways to get back up

the automatic, reflexive way he fights is so cool (and attractive?! goes without saying i feel this way), he just wants to dispose of his opponent and get on with it, he's all business..

his heat startup and new rage art animation feels that way too, the glove adjust and the growl.. he's like let's get this shit done with already !!..

his heat smash shoulder bash too phwee!! <3 he uses all his body parts in such a intentional way.. he knows where and how to hit and hits hard

pair this with how he acts outside of business, he's always lost in thought and humming and in his own world.. its emphasised especially in tk8. i still love how he was a bit more ruthless in tk5-7, but i'd like to think bc he's on vacation he's a little more chill. he still has cold intros and outros tho, i forget how chilling the camera stare is supposed to be because i just think its cool </3

i always liked gap moe in my favs so yippie!

he's insanely attractive even to nonfans for a character whose design motifs revolve around the living dead; pale skin, dark lips, half lidded milky eyes (but they shine so cutely), sharp skeletal features. despite that he looks extremely chiselled its crazy.. i forget how much of a beast he is compared to the other male characters (incredibly tall.. like a scarecrow [scaring birds...no wonder the ravens have such a tough time w him] and i think one of the heaviest characters in the game)

apart from a few (nonromantic) relationships i like to think he's very solitary, so i'm not too interested in a lot of ships w him, but i usually dont care too much abt that stuff. theres like one and thats it lol. i just like seeing him be really cool. i am crazy fond of self ships like player/character, but thats mainly self indulgent and disconnected from canon..

even tho bryan and victor are my favs i like.. am not interested in them interacting seriously with him. dragunov's like toooo cool headed to really pay attention to them. i will forever love the idea that the raven unit has such a hard time with him but he doesn't really know any of them, like when he sees them he just feels like 'oh, it's them again. back to work.' with bryan too i like to think bryan likes him as per the ttt2 implication? but then gets bored because he just dispatches people too quickly and moves on, haha. a little ankle biter. i dont think dragunov is a sadist to the extent he is.

speaking of victor, in their intro, theres a little surprised squeak when he rolls out of the way of the attack, im not sure which of the two are making that noise but if its dragu EEK its super cute.

i had such a hibernation period with sergei when tk7 started declining, the difference between tk8 and 7 is insane im happy it stoked my love for him again

ohh yea and one more thing my friends keep teasing me abt his intro in the story mode, whenever i land a grapple we always quote "and SQUEEEEEZES the life out of them"

in more silly thoughts, i think he gives great hugs. i think his core/chest is very warm but his arms and legs are cold. maybe.

[julietapark]

WOW WOW WOW

I didn’t sleep much, but i took a shower, do some dutys and now I’m having a tea….

I was speechless but no I see the hole thing 🙌🏽

I’m going to divide this post in two, because as my beloved @nightswithkookmin said, let’s not coment much, first stream and then be delulu…

This man after all this weeks of things happening, has at last shown who he is and what he loves… in all the ways.

He starts with FACE-OFF the begin of this trip, the most enigmatic lirics from my point of view, maybe I will understand later… don’t know, it’s a beautiful song…

Then there is a beautiful interlude were we hear his routine life with the cheers of army, he loves it, he loves us!

And then ( maybe after the Covid) we have LIKE CRAZY

This song is soooooo good so frech yet a bit dark, describing a situation that I think I can relate: dance our demons out, allow himself to sink in the night… drink drink and dance dance, and maybe meet some one... The night life is like that, misterios, sensual, dangerous. This song has similarities with “After Hours” album from The weekend (I love him too) I would love to hear a collaboration between them. ( And Suga rapping on “Set me free”, would make me happy too).

But all the references: the tired body leaving and going back home, arriving a club when everyone goes, dancing with his friends, then facing himself in the mirror of a bathroom alone after facing the girl ( mirror girl)… in “bathroom” with open walls with ( I know what I’ve done in some bathrooms, in some corridors) next to a set me free…ahhh is toooo much and with the photos of Mapplethorpe on his trousers, him!!! (Go check his work 🤯) OH JIMIN!! You are a sexy little flirt…

I can believe his guts, he is a brave fluid/gay/bi/ man, allow me to say it clear…He is really brave!!! He is sharing his openness… i get the intuition that he doesn’t believe in conventional relations… But always believes in true love. That’s the revolution he is slightly showing to the wolrd.

Then we have “Alone” such a perfect song, I deeply love it and understand what he is trying to say. Then “Set me free”!!!! (I’ve already talk about it…)

But when we taught the party of released feelings was over… my jikook heart splouded.

LETTER!!!

EXCUSE MEEEEEE???

There is no need to have Jungkook doing background vocals on a “hidden track” called “(LOVE)LETTER” ( for Army, I don’t think so, for the members, more possible ) if you don’t want to have all eyes on it. There is no need… why do the symbolic gesture of hidden it?… only if you just REALLY want him singing it ! Because is maybe about their secret and they know that army will understand, will get the deliberate open interpretation about the recipient of the song. Because they know how we perceive their interactions, maybe their relation si innocent an platonic in a way, but they know that we have seen too the not-in-a-million-years-platonic-interactions. Ohh lord what they have experience??? We will never know!!

I will stop here, I need more hearing and thinking.

(I’m dead)

[rocksandmirrors]

I had an idea

(Copying one of my posts because I'm not restating this lol)

so we all saw how close matt was with the human objects he made even with what they were called and what they did. Witch has lead me to they headcannon that matt actually has a bunch of human stuff but where would he get it. Well he worked so manny odd jobs so maybe he worked for eda at one point. Here's how I see it going-

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Eda is working and failing to sell because people don't want to go near her. Matt (like 6-7) walks over and asks to help out and work there. Eda rolls her eyes but thinks a helper could be useful and tells him he can work if he can sell the human stuff she found. Matt grabs some of it and starts to haggle with people and show tham how cool it is. After 3 days it's all been sold and he is really exited. Eda holds up her end of the deal and lets him work for her and he does for about two years. Anything from dillivering potions to selling human stuff he helps with. When his brother leaves he leans even more into his job helping eda as much as possible. Eventually he gets a different job but he would still visit eda and buy some of her whears while talking to her.

Witch leads toooo.....

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Matt coming over to the owl house for the first time and seeing eda and talking to her like its nothing. Gus being confused because this isn't normal for matt. Eda responding the same and asking about Matt's mom and Steve. The hexsqaud confused on how they know eachother. Eda and matt just catching up like nothing and joking about how long its been

yeah, i get why they didn't interact in canon but i'm 100% sure they've known each other for a while. their dynamic would be SO chaotic, although 6-7 yo is a little early for Matt (especially if Steve wasn't in the EC yet)

but yeah otherwise they have potential as partners in crime <3

[1d1195]

THANK YOU for sending a message and being so nice and letting me rant on your space here. You're so lovely! Feel free to come back any time and I'll be sure to tag this ask when I get around to a blurb on Lapse 💕

Shut up u are so sweet bestie really I loved how passionate you are for your writing and specially you have written for yourself ahh now this is one the best series i have ever read!! Gosh I wish I read earlier!! At that time I was reading HS stories but I don't why I didn't found yours!! From last year I found you and you are the bestttttt!!

Yess in laspe the way she slapped him I was wow girly u are braveeeee!! This lil oneshot had me hooked and I have gonna read that again but no issue will wait for itttt!!🤭

Can I have an emoji if you don't mind?? Cause you are kind and would love to chat more!! And if not then it's okay toooo!!:)

Choose in these two if I can be your emoji bestie 🦋 🪴 (I love these emoji)!!

OMG of course! Both are super cute but I love the 🪴 emoji 😭 I think it's like the littlest plant it's just so adorable. Happy to have you on the emoji board! 💕 Can't wait to get to know you!

I feel like there was a glitch in my blog last year, I actually think there still is sometimes. I don't always show up in the tags that I'm supposed to show up in (in my opinion) but maybe I'm wrong and just trying to make myself feel better for not getting crazy interactions like my other favorite writers.

I don't usually have bold and brave MCs (I would say most of my leading ladies are brave, but they're usually quiet like me lol) so I wanted to make her extra hehehehehe

Thank you so much! 💕 Excited to get to know you!

[kusundei]

chat^_^. i am kind. imsokind. i dont fucking care its okay^_^. how i wish i never told them bcuz why is this your business??????? i dont mind talking ab it but sharing it with other people and brhind my back?? maybe im a hypocrite and im evil but i dont need to hear you talking ab her inches away from me. something ab it just. sincerely pisses me off. like what do you know???? i dont care ab sav and ajax thats granted and they know and honestly i think i bring it up more than they do and its fine because ill talk ab it its just.? i truly only wanna talk ab that w them. i wish i didnt overshare at the time i always regret it??? and going out of ur way to interact w her and harass her??? idk chat. ayden was already pushing and i think the reason its making me so upset is just. what they say cuz they dont know. and then??? interacting w her??? following her and trying to comment,????? sharing it with pther people like what the fuck are you doing???? idk i think its just cuz its. them but its fine im okay.

if anything i thought. the tweet was abit? humorous? also cuz like what the helll . like ik what lyric ur talking ab u dont have to act like its only that part ur referring toooo ^_^ god forbid both of my exes would end up??? evil and.??? transphobic????? just oddd. im sorry i was emotional and i wasnt what you wantef and didnt dooo what you wanted i was just. being. vulnerable with you. comfortable enough to cry and be honest and im sorry i was always hurting???? truth be told iiii an honestly still the same way. i can definitely cope w it alot better but nooo i still bounce back and forth the same way j suppose. still sad most pf the time like i was before so idk. i was just rlly in a state back then^_^ but i swear im not always falling to bits (heh) ^_^. anyways nooo im kind. ill be fine its just a little bothersome. ill give her the benefit of the doubt and hope she didnt truly mean it like that. just odd because shes. talking ab me again. perchance ive?? enabled her??? i just hate that its alsooo. made ajax upset. oh to not have gotten him wrapped up in my shit i wish even now we had kept everything between the two of us but i was selfish because she was too??? but i was supposed to be MORE MATURE. if anything i just truly wish i had never told ethan. aleena if i had asked probably wouldve kept her mouth shut but no she. talked too much. same w kyle and alex i wish it just. stayed between me and everyone not everyone w everyone???? but its fine. im kind i dont know why shes at school today its a friday??? but its okay. i have bigger worse things to worry about . just hoping ill be fineee when i go home and ajax would be feeling better…… but its fineee its fine. i love savannah she keeps me sane in times of despair 💗

praying my mom stays kind because of yesterday. it seriously hurts likr alooot. kyle kept pushing on it and it hurt so bad ??? jot to mention hes just being evil again but im not letting it get to meee. i need to stop wearing this shirt he always … is more handsy when i do??? id put the cardigan back on but its making me evil. but yeah no its aching so bad and i wanna check the thing but im aftaid the bandaid wont be sticky anymore if i do and erm. wouldnt help. no because she was talking about like stitches??? i think it just looked really bad wuen it happened cuz after cleaning it it seemed fine. maybe cut through the first or second layer or whatever im still just shocked a chair did that to me. but oh well i think. if it truly went further it’d hurt alot more than it doesss. its just i can eee the putline of the blood jn the bandaid cuz it wouldjt stop bleeding but i wohldnt need stitches for this??????? im just gonna stop thinking ab it. i neeeed to lock in….. im being dramatic everything is fineee.

i am sooo. out of it? idk i woke up this morning just a little humored oddly enough but it is draining out of meee. i am so tired i genuinely contemplated just waiting so id miss my bus or something. im exhausted and im tweaking like physically but i guess im okay still??? my hand is aching even more today and its bruising around the sides but regardless its fineee. was gonna say ohhh i hope no one asks (someone is going to ask. sav probably) but its finee.

just feeling veryyy. exhausted today. like i wouldnt mind if i got hit by a car just now sorta thing. also just threw on whatever and called it a day and i also have that test and allll that other shit like ughhh. but its fine ill lock in. a little worried again but im sure he’ll be okay when he wakes up or something.. still pandering to my mom and praying kyle isnt here this morningg i dont feel like dealing w this today ^_^ but it is. okay. im filled with loveee. i think ^_^

[erin-bo-berin]

ok ok I just randomly had another thought. Reader and Steve have always known they'd have kids eventually, but Steve's been trying to convince her to start trying for ages and she keeps being like yeah soon soon just not yet. so Steve's casually mentioning it the morning of his X birthday as he and reader snuggle in bed, and she's giving him the same old story later later--they've developed this whole routine so it's not a big deal when it happens. he has such baby fever it just comes up at any opportunity these days.

so they have his birthday party with the whole gang. and I don't know how you're going to do this but maybe Robin brings her niece?? and we get to see Steve interact with this little baby and his baby fever is just getting worse. and obviously he's adorable and so good with this baby and doesn't want to give her back.

and after everyone finally leaves the party you have two presents for him. first, some very sexy lingerie (you've never worn anything like this before and Steve is going to have to work very hard not to tear it to shreds when he rips it off of you) and so you're getting busy and you're about to really get into it but you have a second gift for him... you're finally ready to start trying for a baby so you give him something that signifies that. I like the idea of giving him your IUD in a velvet jewelry type box but maybe that's anachronistic? I have no idea I just want him to look up into your eyes and know exactly what that is and be like babe? are you serious?

and then we watch this poor boy lose his fucking mind going to town on you (opportunity for breeding kink but not necessary)

I know you have lots of other fic ideas you're working through Erin. I mostly wrote this bc I thought you might like it--no pressure to actually write it if it's not interesting to you!

ok love you bye 🔥🏀

YES HOLY YES. I love this so much I can’t wait for you to read this. Just IMAGINE the disbelief and happiness!

Yes, I’m using another gif of him shirtless in the upside down. Am I sorry? No.

Birthday Wishes

Steve Harrington x Reader

Warnings: Smut

“Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to yoooouuuu!”

Steve groaned, opening his eyes, seeing you laying next to him, head propped in your hand. You were beaming and singing at the top of your lungs.

“Happy birthday dear Steeeeeve,” you continued.

“You’re a horrible singer, you know,” he mumbled sleepily.

You didn’t let that deter you from finishing the song.

“Haaaaappyyyy birthday toooo youuuu!”

He chuckled, amused by your performance.

“Thank you, baby,” he smiled, kissing your nose.

“Did you like the song?” you beamed.

“Eh. 5 out of 10,” he joked.

You gasped dramatically.

“Five out of ten? You hurt me.”

You knew good and well that you couldn’t carry a tune to save your life, so you didn’t take the teasing to heart.

“The look on your face when you woke up was priceless though. You looked like you were in pain.”

“I was. At least my ears were,” he grinned.

“Asshole,” you laughed, hitting his chest.

He laughed, pulling you closer to him.

“So, are you looking forward to your party today?” you asked, laying your head in the crook of his arm.

“I am,” he said, “I don’t know how I got so lucky to have such great friends and a girlfriend to throw me such an extravagant party.”

“Only for the best birthday boy,” you beamed.

“You know what would really make it the best birthday ever?” he asked, nosing your cheek.

You had an idea where he was going with this and you snickered.

“Hm? What would that be?”

“If you finally agreed to start trying for a baby.”

You felt his pout against your collarbone and you laughed inwardly.

Starting a family was something you and he had discussed many times before. It was something you wanted to, but you’d been putting him off, telling him soon. At first, it was because you wanted to wait a bit, but for last few weeks, it had been for a different purpose.

“Soon,” you promised.

He frowned, though didn’t look upset by your answer, just looked like a puppy trying to convince its owner to drop a piece of meat. He was literally giving you puppy dog eyes.

“You’re going to deny me on my 21st birthday?”

His pout deepened and you couldn’t help the giggle that escaped your lips.

“What’s so funny?” he huffed a laugh, all smiles again.

“You just look so cute when you give me the puppy dog eyes,” you smirked.

“Cute enough for a baby?”

“Ah, nice try,” you grinned, wagging your finger at him, “Someone better be a good boy if he wants his presents later.”

“Like at the party later?” he questioned, brow raised.

“Like in private, later.”

Your smile was devious; his interest was piqued.

“I like the sound of that,” he hummed, leaning in for another kiss.

You stopped him with a hand to his chest.

“You need to get ready for your party, big boy. You can’t be late for your own birthday party.”

He relented, sitting up in bed. He threw you a smirk as he headed to the bathroom.

“Who cares? I’m the man of the hour anyway.”

•

“I don’t know which birthday song was worse, yours or all the kids’ screaming version,” Steve muttered to you, taking a bite of his cake.

“You love them,” you laughed softly.

“I do,” he grinned.

“Look who I brought!” came a singsong voice.

“It’s about time Robin showed up,” Steve rolled his eyes, “Always late for something.”

“This time you’ll be thrilled when you see why,” you said, pointing over his shoulder.

Robin had brought her niece, Anna with her. The little girl was just barely six months old, full of curiosity and spoiled rotten already by her auntie Robin. You and Steve absolutely loved Anna.

“Better go get you some baby cuddles,” you told him, “Before Joyce spots her and hogs her for the rest the afternoon.”

Joyce was so maternal and a great mom to her two boys, Jonathan and Will and her adopted daughter El. She loved deeply and fiercely, willing to go to bat for her kids at any time. She was starting to get anxious for grandkids though and you were positive whenever you and Steve had kids, she was adopting them as her own grandkids.

“Already on my way.”

You laughed, watching Steve make a beeline for Robin, taking Anna in his arms. He smiled at her, talking to her and booping her nose with his finger.

Seeing Steve with the kids and babies especially, did weird things to you. You felt a bit of a longing, wanting that to be your own baby. You felt love, seeing how good he was with them. You felt desire, the desire to want to have his babies.

You took a sip of your drink, eyes still glued to your boyfriend.

All in due time.

•

“I’m not sure who spoils her more, you or me,” Robin watched Steve with a grin.

“Definitely me,” he affirmed with a nod, “But she’s just too sweet not to.”

He pretended his hand was a tickle monster, it attacking her tummy making her squeal with laughter.

“Is that funny, is that funny?” he cooed to her, kissing her head, “Uncle Steve loves to make you laugh.”

“You have such baby fever right now,” Robin shook her head.

He groaned.

“I know. I can’t help it.”

“Y/N still hasn’t changed her mind?”

He frowned, shaking his head no.

“She says she wants to. At least she has before, but she just keeps saying “later” or “soon”. What if she’s changed her mind and doesn’t want kids? Or worse, doesn’t want kids with me?” he frowned, brows furrowing at the thought.

“I think you’re just overthinking it,” she said plainly.

“Why do you say that?”

“One, she’s crazy about you Steve. She loves you so much. I doubt she doesn’t want to have kids with you. Two, it’s a big deal, Steve. It’s a big responsibility and maybe it still scares her. Just give her time. Although,” she smirked, peering over his shoulder, “The smolder of her gaze is enough to set your entire outfit on fire, which I’m sure she’d welcome right about now.”

He turned around, seeing you staring at him. You smiled, waving at him innocently before turning to a conversation Max and Dustin were having.

“What are you talking about?” he asked, bewildered.

Robin was just giving him a knowing smirk.

“Just the way she was staring at you just now, while you’ve been holding Anna? She’s practically screaming “let me have your babies!” Steve.”

“I think you’re exaggerating.”

“And I think you’re blind,” she retorted, “I’m telling you, all you gotta do is seduce her a little cause she looks ready for it.”

“Ugh, ew, Robin. I am not discussing my sex life with you.”

“Thankfully,” she shot back, dryly, “All I’m saying it that you should keep trying. I think you both are going to make great parents.”

Steve smiled, handing Anna the toy that had fallen out of her grasp.

“You think so?”

“I know so.”

•

Before the party wrapped up, you’d excused yourself claiming you had to prepare Steve’s present from you. Technically, you were.

You left specific instructions with Robin to let Steve know where to find you when the last person left. You squirm anxiously when you hear his footsteps coming down the hall.

You sit on the end of the bed, waiting anxiously, chewing on the bottom of your lip.

“Babe?”

“In here,” you called back, sweetly.

The door opened and he froze in the doorway, jaw practically on the floor. You hadn’t done anything like this before, so you were a tad nervous at his silence.

You’d bought a matching lingerie set—rose red. It was a sexy, lacy bra and panties set that you felt extremely self-conscious when you’d slipped it on earlier, but his reaction looked promising.

“Damn,” he breathed, “Happy birthday to me.”

You giggled.

“You like?”

“I love.”

He was already pulling his shirt over his head and it was left on the floor by the time he reached you, hand sliding into your hair, kissing you roughly. You moaned appreciatively as his other hand squeezed your breast through the lacy thing, so thin he could feel your nipple pucker through it.

“I’m gonna…” he managed between kisses, “Rip this…” Another rough kiss. “Fucking outfit off you.”

“Please don’t,” you grinned, tilting your head, eyes closing as his lips feasted on your neck, “It was pricy and I was hoping we might be able to use it again.”

His teeth sank into your neck and you gasped at the sensation, his tongue licking over the bitten area, soothing it.

“Hell yes. You’re never getting rid of this.”

Your laughter turned into moans as his hand dipped into one cup of your bra, fingers pinching at your nipple. The slight pinch sent sparks of electricity straight to your clit that had quickly began throbbing, your need for him multiplying in every passing second.

His mouth was back on yours, as you fell back on the bed, him hovering over you. His knee was situated between your legs and you subconsciously ground against his thigh as his tongue moved with yours.

“So needy already baby?” he whispered, hands gliding over your stomach, hooking it into the waistband of the red, lacy panties then snapping it gently against your skin.

You didn’t care that he’d hardly done anything to you and you were already moaning for him as you answered him.

“Yes,” you groaned, “Need you so bad, birthday boy.”

You bit your lip at the growl came from deep within his chest. His hand rubbed over your now dripping pussy, positive he could feel just how wet you were through the material. Somehow, he also managed to unhook your bra with one hand, nimble fingers hard at work.

You slid the straps down your arms, slowly, seductively as he watched you with desire heavy eyes. You tossed it across the room and he took you in with an approving moan. He was hard and throbbing, you could feel it against your hip.

“Get those off,” you ordered, nodding to his jeans.

“Yes ma’am,” he mumbled, standing up long enough to rid of them, returning to hover over you in just his boxers.

“As much as I love these,” he said, leaning down, his tongue trailing over the skin right above the band of your underwear, “They’re gonna have to go.”

“Unwrap me, big boy,” you taunted.

You pretty sure you heard a tiny rip in the underwear as he practically clawed them off like a wild animal. His finger circled your clit, as he kissed your hip bone tenderly before sucking harshly on the area.

You arched in reaction, nudging him with the side of your knee.

“Steve,” you breathed, “Before I become too far gone. I have one last present for you.”

He looked up at you, heat in his eyes.

“What could be better than this?”

“Just wait. I think you’ll like this.”

You sat up, leaning over to pull open the drawer of the bedside table and pulled out a velvet jewelry box.

“Aw, you got me jewelry? You shouldn’t have,” he quipped sarcastically, sitting back on his ankles.

“Shut it butthead,” you laughed, “It’s what’s inside. Open it.”

You handed it to him and he opened it.

“Um your birth control pills?”

“Look closely,” you murmured, bringing your bottom lip in between your teeth, “I haven’t taken it for the last two weeks.”

His eyes snapped up to yours.

“What are you saying?”

He had an inkling of an idea, but he had to hear it come from your mouth just to be a hundred percent sure.

“I want to have a baby. With you, Steve.”

That was all it took. He disposed of the case on the nightstand, not caring if it made it to the surface or fell to the floor—although it was a thoughtful and a gift he loved, he had more important things to take care of in the moment.

His hands cupped your face as he kissed you hard, passionately, full of the fire and longing and happiness he felt. You were already tugging on his boxers, pushing them down as you kissed him back.

“Let’s put a baby in you,” he growled against your lips.

“Yes sir,” you teased.

The teasing lilt didn’t last long though when he thrusted roughly and deeply into you, making you moan in an unusually wanton way. His mouth found your pulse point, sucking on it. You were sure he could feeling your racing heart beneath his lips.

It’s like you’d unleashed something wild in him tonight as he thrust into you roughly, gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises on them from his fingers.

His hands snaked under your ass and lifted your hips just enough that with every thrust his pubic bone hit your clit, making you see stars behind your eyes. Your legs were wrapped around his back, hands grabbing his own ass as you tried to push him deeper into you.

It was rough, sweaty and passionate sex. In fact, it was the most intense sex you’d ever had with Steve and it was hot. There was something primal about it as you let your body be completely lost in his, moaning without abandon.

Your moans had become a chorus of Steve, oh god and yes. His usually perfectly swooped hair now fell into his face, giving him a sexy, rugged look, the ecstasy written into every micro expression on his face.

His hips tilted the slightest, hitting a delicate spot so perfectly, it made you arch into him with a whine. Your body was buzzing and you couldn’t get enough of him.

“So good, baby,” he groaned, eyes falling shut, “Gonna fill you up until you’re leaking my cum.”

His words were as good as giving you an electric shock and your pussy clenched around him, your orgasm coming dangerously close to unleashing itself throughout your body.

“Steve,” you whined, chest heaving as you reached between your connected bodies to rub your clit.

With a growl, he knocked your hand away, replacing it with his own. Your mouths met in a sloppy kiss as you both got closer to undeniable bliss.

His mouth attacked your neck, sucking hard enough that you knew there’d be bruises left later. His moans were muffled by your skin, but somehow that made it even better as he worked you until you were trembling.

“Cum for me, baby,” he uttered just as you could no longer hold back.

He was throbbing inside you and the feeling became too much as you squeezed around him again, fireworks going off in your head, whole body arching into him.

You cry was pleasure filled as your fingers and heels of your feet dig hard into his skin, the orgasm powerful and swift as it swept through your body. Within a few more thrusts, he was following you, his eyes squeezed and lips parted in such a beautiful sight.

Your soft moan was met with a kiss as you felt the warmth of his release dripping down your thighs. You loved feeling him cum within you, but it was even more special tonight after your gift.

He thrust a few more times, pushing his cum back inside you and smirked against your lips as you squirmed at the sudden sensitivity.

“Gotta make sure it keeps, babe.”

When he pulled out of you—even as sensitive and sore you were—you missed the fullness, the stretch and kinda immediately wanted him back inside you.

He grabbed a pillow from the head of the bed, sliding it under your hips and elevating your lower half. You watched, amused, even in your half dazed and sated state.

“I read somewhere to keep your legs propped up for at least half an hour after sex if you want to get pregnant,” Steve explained sheepishly.

You grin, obliging him as he settles next to you.

“You know, it’s a lot more fun if we don’t get pregnant right away,” you pointed out.

“Jesus,” he breathed, “You keep doing that to me and I just might die.”

“Well, people always say trying is the fun part,” you smirked.

“I’m definitely not denying it,” he laughed, rubbing a hand over your stomach, pulling you closer for a kiss.

“Thank you for making my birthday wish come true,” he smiled, his forehead resting against your own.

You had a devious smile on your lips as you pulled back so you could look at him more clearly.

“Oh honey, we’re only just beginning the celebration.”

He groaned as he captured your lips with his, once again climbing over you.

The birthday boy was going to be in for a night of celebrating, that’s for sure.

[suckmybigtoeoikawa]

A Day With 4*Town as Newlyweds !!

THIS TOOK MY TOOOO FUCKIN LONG IMMA POST ANOTHER OART

@robearss @4townn @chocolatechimsugakookie2

Robaire

8:30am

you guys both start your morning kind of early, like 8:30 or 8:00

he’s usually the first one to wake up and like this might sound a bit corny but he just looks at you while you sleep

BYE THAT SOYNDS WEIRD BUT JTS SO SWEET

he’ll like caress his hand on your cheek, if your drooling well best believe he’s gonna wipe that shit right up

then he’s gonna get up and get you both some water cause why start the day dehydrated he says

so at this point if your a light sleeper you might be up already but if your a deep sleeper or like you just didn’t wake up yet then he’s gonna wake you up in the most sweetest way possible

he will kiss your knuckles and up your arm to your jaw, and he won’t won’t stop till you wake up

when you do wake up he’ll encourage you to drink your water and you’re still confused cause you just woke up

he’ll ask you how you slept, how do you feel, what do you want to do that day

but you don’t really respond much cause your tired but he likes watching you in your tired state, it’s cute

“you wanna go to the park today??”

“sure”

9:36 am

at this time you guys have just gotten up and out of bed and started getting ready for your little walk in the park

you guys take a shower together, brush your teeth together, he watches you put on your clothes, bro lemme tell you there’s way to much tension

what he usually does is he helps you out on your lotion…dawg it’s so much tension

he’ll put lotion on your legs and then it’s the way he looks up at you that makes you so nervous (i’m nervous writing this)

“Retourne-toi, mon amour” (turn around, love)

he then starts to massage and put lotion on your back and it’s one of the best feelings your ever gonna feel

and he’ll ask you “does it feel good?” “am i squeezing your hard?”

like he knows what he doin…

then you put lotion on him too and it’s a whole mess as well bro (￣^￣)

the whole morning it’s like cute little flirting or like teasing, the both of y’all can’t handle it

but when you guys are all ready to go if you didn’t finish your water he will make you finish it before y’all leave your bedroom

gotta stay hydrated yk :)

11:10 am

you guys make the executive decision to go on a walk and then to go get something to eat but he makes sure you both eat a little something before you guys leave

while y’all are in the kitchen eating he’s gonna constantly remind you that you guys are married

“oh my gosh!!”

“what? what’s wrong”

“nothing it’s just.. oh my gosh.. we’re married”

it’s annoying and cute at the same time and he just laughed at you while you huff and puff

11:30 am

you both arrive at the park and walk around for a while

you guys talk about so many things on your walk, most of the things being about your future, maybe he’ll talk about the band a little bit

he might share some song lyrics with you, your like his best friend so he’s gonna share anything that’s on his mind with you

he doesn’t have to worry about putting up a façade

but if you guys run into any fans he’s very sweet to them but he also gets to make the interaction very quick

he doesn’t want his time with you to be ruined

12:45pm

for lunch you guys go to this cute little restaurant you’ve always been going too

like for your third date you guys went there and y’all are cool with the owners there

i feel like he’s the type to make you order more food

*you order*

“you sure you didn’t want the other thing you were talking about too?”

“no i’m fine i won’t be able to finish it all”

he’ll be like oh okay and then order it to go

like anything you want it’s yours shawty

and one thing he refuses to do is to let you touch or see the bill

sometimes you may offer to pay and then he’s like “no.”

even on times where it’s supposed to be about him like his birthday he’ll still pay

like oh…

but anyways while you guys wait for your meal to come out he’s gonna hold your hand and caress your thumb

it’s so obvious you both are in love with each other, people around you even notice it and can’t help but feel happy or maybe even envious

hes so head over heals （＾ν＾）

2:57pm

y’all are there for a good minute but when you do leave you both ready to go to sleep

on the car ride back he might get a few calls pertaining the group or something but he tries to make them quick because he doesn’t want to be rude

but you let him know it’s fine

when you guys return home you change into some comfy clothes and just lounge around the house

maybe y’all make out for a lil while

you guys probably watch some movies, listen to music together, just hang out and talk

6:00pm

you guys start planning out what y’all want for dinner

and you guys have such a set schedule that sometimes Aaron T wants to come over sometimes just to have dinner sometimes

you guys don’t mind but it’s like the 6th time this week

he says he just like hanging out with Robaire and you but he just wants the food for real

but when you guys cook you play some music in the background like jazz or r&b, something that’s like calming and nice to listen to

it’s really fun cooking with him and not to mention how good he looks too

like he’s just singing and stirring whatever it is he’s stirring

like the vibes are there

and the meal is very good like you can’t blame Aaron T for coming over so often cause the food is too good

at dinner you guys usually talk about the same stuff you guys talk about at in the park: your guys future, the band, lyrics, possibly even having a pet!!

but just like how he was at lunch he’s very romantic so if you have like something on your face like sauce or something he’s gonna wipe it off and then taste it

like what you tryna do shawty

there’s sometimes when you have something on your mouth and then instead of using his thumb he just licks it

like (*⁰▿⁰*)

he did that i front of the band one times and it was so scary bro

they didn’t know how to react but Robaire just acted like nothing happened and kept on talking about the food and the flavors

he’s not afraid of PDA at all

8:15 pm

you guys both wash the dishes as well, and it’s so nice

sometimes he tries to make you not do the dishes he’ll say things like

“i don’t want you to ruin your nails, i’ll do it” “no no go sit”

but you still end up helping him anyways even if it’s just drying the dishes

like this is apart of your quiet time for the night

especially if Aaron T was there, y’all wouldn’t be washing the dishes till like 10:00

“mon amour”

“yesss?”

“i’m so glad i can share this moment with you”

he’ll often say things like that m, it’s lowkey scary and sweet cause it sounds like something you’d say before your die or sumn

but you kiss him and tell him that you love him and he feels so appreciated by you

8:35 pm

you both start getting ready for bed

you guys both brush your teeth together and wash your face but he insists that he has to be the one to take off your clothes so you can change

he’s only tryna do stuff （＾ν＾）

but you change into your pjs and of course with the help of Robaire™️

and you guys just lay there in bed talking to each other and cuddling

he’s usually whispering sweet nothings in your ear

usually in french too

bro i swear he wears a bonnet to bed and so do you (especially if your a black reader)

it’s so cute y’all got matching bonnets

but your day ends with you guys being lovey dovey

you guys end up sleeping at 10:12

Bonus ★彡

while driving he has his hand on your thigh

he’s spoken so much french to you that you kind of understand a little bit of it

in the morning he doesn’t finish his water even though he presses you about it

the time when he licked the sauce off your face in front of his band was also in front of some fans who recorded it and now people won’t stop mentioning it, neither can the band

Jesse

10:18 am

You guys both get woken up from Jesses kids

They come in like a beam of sunshine and then start hopping on the bed

It’s actually terrifying but they’ve been waiting for you two to get up for the longest now

In the morning Jesses voice is very raspy and deep so it takes you a bit by surprise

But he handles the kids so well

“Hey, hey, hey stop jumping. You guys okay??”

He talks to them so nicely even though they just woke him and you up out of his slumber

The kids say that they want some food and he makes a little deal with them

It’s been the same deal for as long as you’ve known

“How about you guys go down to the kitchen we’ll meet you down there”

One day they kids are going to realize that the deal hasn’t changed but they run down stairs and all you can hear is little feet growing distant down the hall

Then after the kids leave he groans and rolls over onto you

He’s a big baby for real

He’ll tell you good morning and kiss you all over your face and squeeze your waist

Sometimes he goes a tad bit to low and then you laugh at him and tell him to stop

he doesn’t just say good morning he’ll be like “Good Morning, my beautiful wife”

10:23 am

When you guys make it downstairs his kids are there waiting with their cups

It’s so cute because they hold their cups with two hands

They usually drink orange juice, milk or water in the morning

He’ll ask them what they want to eat and they have such refined pallets

You were surprised

They like to eat oatmeal and even avocado toast

You and Jesse always joke about how they’re gonna be health influencers in the future

While you guys eat Jesse loves to see you interact with the kids it’s so wholesome and sweet

the kids might ask you a weird question and you just indulge them and he finds that so adorable

or when you act kind of stern with them, he’s completely comfortable with you doing that

for example if they’re arguing over like something small and you check them and tell them to stop he finds that attractive for some reason

11:08 am

around this time you guys are wrapping up breakfast and getting ready for the day

you take the kids upstairs to get them situated while Jesse cleans up a little longer downstairs

y’all work so well together you guys get so much done in such a short amount of time

#teamwork

so after you monitor the kids getting dressed (and i say monitor cause i would like to believe that his kids are at the age of picking out their own outfits yk?? like u gotta make sure they’re not tearing apart their whole wardrobe) you help them wash they teeth and their face

once their finished you go downstairs and damn.

every. damn. morning. he be lookin too damn fine

he’s standing at the sink and he’s not facing you so you get to see his back muscles

and damn.

sometimes he doesn’t wear a shirt to breakfast and this was one of those days

but what you usually do it sneak up behind him and hug him

you rock him back and forth and all he does is just laugh at you cause your so cute

11:18 am

now at this time all of you guys are in the outside garden (fancy right （＾ν＾）)

it’s always so relaxing out there

the kids play and run around while you and jesse watch them and drink some tea or coffee

jesse usually paints around this time, he’s working on trying to paint real life

the garden is a great place to practice that with the beautiful scenery of the flowers, the trees, the lake near your house and you’ve seen in the painting he even painted the kids running

but back at his art studio he has many portraits of you, sometimes your shocked at the amount of detail that’s in it

there was one time he took a picture of you sleeping and then made a portrait out of it and made it look like you were resting in a bed of flowers

embarrassing, but lovely

or sometimes he’ll bring home some pottery that he made and paint on it

you still have many gifts from when you guys were dating that he made, he’s so creative he’s made pottery for you, paintings, jewelry and poems

and you guys do this cute thing where every gift you give each other you give it a name, you guys don’t really remember how that tradition started but it’s still an ongoing thing

12:45pm

after you guys spend time outside everyone comes inside to get a snack or some lunch

and just like at breakfast it’s just an onslaught of questions and stories from the kids

maybe it’s something they learned at school or how they had a conflict with someone

it’s so funny to hear about their conflicts at school because what sound so obvious to you and Jesse might not be so obvious to the kids

but everyday when your at lunch or dinner your surprised each day by how alike they act to Jesse

they talk like him, they’re creative like him, think like him, smile like him, they’re carbon copies at this point

1:15 pm

at this time you start getting the kids ready to go to their babysitter

(on this specific day let’s just say that he’s taking you out on a date for tonight)

Jesse is very protective with his kids so i feel like he very rarely has a baby sitter or has someone look after his kids other than him, except when he rlly had to of course

today is an exception you and jesse plan out your date nights in advance every month

y’all make it like a holiday for you guys to go out somewhere fancy or to do something where you guys can spend the most quality time with each other

2:00 pm

you and jesse start to get ready to have your afternoon/ night out

i imagine that the both of you take forever to get ready to do things, hence the reason why you guys start kinda early

like you guys always show up to functions like an hour late ans people are so confused, they think you just bailed or sumn.

but nah yall just take forever n you take your precious time

usually takes y’all like a few hours

5:28pm

after taking some time to yourself n maybe something else (if yk what i mean (^_-) )

y’all start getting dressed and i feel like as you guys get dressed you okay music

like you guys play different ballads and r&b maybe some rock songs that you guys sing your heart out to

he outsings you of course but he always tells you that your voice sounds heavenly

you both know he’s lying….

unless you can sing ( i wish bro..)

but when a 4town songs starts to play like 1 true love, he gets all shy n shit like he doesn’t want to sing

but you dramatically sing with your hairbrush and he sings the lil adlibs in the back (^з^)-☆

“*you start singing jesses part*”

“oh my gosh, you didn’t even sing it the right lyrics”

even though you might mess up the lyrics a little bit he still is gonna call you one of his best fans. (your in competition with his kids ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°))

but the whole time getting ready it’s very flirty too

he makes comments that make you stare off into space like damn..

sometimes they’re too much and they’re a little toooooo creative

7:23 pm

the play you booked reservations for is like 20 minutes away, n y’all are supposed to be there by 7:45 sooooo

y’all runnin out the house bro

when you guys actually get to the restaurant and get settled y’all are always next to each other

you guys don’t sit across from each other

this is very cute but jesse is so bold bro

he likes to show you off so he’ll be like “you should sit on my lap, your already sitting next to me”

like dawg…..,

somehow he’ll convince you too and if you don’t like PDA he’ll just hold you

but if you don’t mind he’ll kiss your cheek and neck, ass

he won’t stop touching you and even if the waiter comes he’ll rock you back in forth in his arms and kiss your shoulder

toooo in love

when your food comes he’ll try to feed it to you

9:30 pm

at this time you guys have just finished eating and now your walking around town

you guys might stop at the few shops that might be open at this time

or you may get some ice cream (for you guys and the kids)

but the whole time he has this love sick smile, he’s savoring these moments because he knows as a performer he might not spend as much time as he’d like to with you

so moment like these make him so happy

you guys might stop at a bench and talk about aanything and everything under the sun

when you guys were dating you guys used to spend hours on the phone talking about everything and it would be late asf too (cause he put his kids to sleep before he gave you his full attention)

but after you guys realize your ice cream might melt and you need to pick up the kids you start talking and walking to the car, same fluid conversation dawg

10:10pm

when you guys pick up the kids their knocked out asleep so the whole ride home they’re sleep

when you guys arrive home you put the kids asleep and head off to get ready for bed

you guys aren’t so tired so you guys go watch a movie, a romantic movie （＾ν＾）

just like in the restaurant he can’t stop touching you, he claims it’s your aura, and when he says it he says it in a weird/funny way

just laugh at him bro

but after that you guys go to sleep or keep on talking till you sleep

1:30 am

bonus ★彡

his habit of always touching you doesn’t stop even when he’s around the other 4*town boys it’s annoying at some times ans the guys always make comments but he can’t blame himself and neither can the other boys

most of your deep conversations are about serious topics, he likes understanding what you think about

his favorite ice cream is mint or cookies n cream

whenever you guys go out on your date nights he reserves a small place in the back of the restaurant (freaky ahh)

he makes so many sexual jokes sometimes they’re too creative and sometimes they make no sense