#might just be a second until my brain cooperates

[its-all-papaya]

oh no don't feel bad about not being able to update before spa!! writing should always be a way to let creativity flow, not make you cry! love your writing but don't let yourself be pressured by thinking you're disappointing someone. i'm looking forward to the sequel and tbh i'd rather read it knowing you're happy and satisfied with it, than unhappy, stressed and rushed. take all the time you need!! plus f1 summer break is coming, so whenever you're ready!! we'll be happy!! sending you a hug!! (if you want one) can i get one more snippet for the word game? maybe there's "think" in there? <3

"maybe there's 'think' in there" plz :,)

if there's one thing about anybody, nowhere lando, that boy is THINKIN. so far (~3.2k of stuff I don't despise) "think" is in there 29 times + six "thought"s just for fun. I picked my favorites for you <3

It’s bargaining when he speaks again. He thinks of grief and wants to laugh at the irony.

and

If he was a better man, his vision would blur with the intensity of the thought; he can think of Oscar now, or he can think of Oscar every time he looks at that P1 trophy for the rest of his life.

anyway ughhhh I've spent like 4-5 combined hours trying to decide what to do with the middle of this sequel and I think I'm just stressing myself out now and it's making me forget english. literally all of anybody, nowhere (minus the final part in lando's driver's room) and also the start of AN2 came so easily to me that idk really how to fix this bc I didn't have to fix anything until now. I think (me /handshake/ lando) that once I hit on a structure I like for it, I'll be back in the zone, but it's just taking a bit to get there.

I appreciate your words so much though, and this really does help ♥️ unfortunately the reason I like writing lando is because I am inside his head a bit... which is to say that there's a healthy amount of self-imposed pressure making this whole thing much worse rn. I'll get there with it, I think, but yeah. Perhaps after Spa.

thank you, hug accepted, you're so kind, i'll cry in a good way instead now abt this ask

[jesterthestar]

☆ | author's note : I KNOW THIS WAS WIRTTEN LIKE A MILLION TIMES , but in my opinion shinobu is the most interesting to look over and i think she has alot of options and opinions soo. Anw im getting bored of my current layout , so maybe remake to another character ?? The poll will be after the said hc's. I hope you enjoy this piece !! <33

. . warnings ★ : MINORS DO NOT INTERACT nsfw under the cut ; two versions : for male and female readers ; oral sex ( both reader and char receiving ) ; anal sex ; masturbation ; somnophilia ; drugging ; fingering ; not proofread.

𔓕   ..     ┊    Afab reader !

When with a female reader she is probably a switch with a lean towards a dom. Sometimes she wants to watch your frame shaking from the overstimulation shes given you and sometimes she wants to a strap deep inside of her pussy.

Shinobu has a fair share of knowledge on how to pleasure a body of a female first of all because of her medical expiriance and second of all actually trying masturbation on herself in many different ways.

Shower heads , pillow humping , edging and much more and she is going to use it on your mercilessly when you have sex.

But it will be pretty hard to get.

Shinobu sees sex as something to show emotions and love for their partner so doesn't do it from just lust , in fact it's hard to turn her on in ordinary life so you'll have to beg and basically degrade yourself in front of her , so she'll finally understand that you can't deal with the ache. Which leads up to one of her kinks !

She like watching you trying to even muster a word as you're on the floor by her while she's doing anything , legs spread , arms tied behind your back and you're on the verge of tears. You're absolutely exposed and shinobu is not willing to cooperate.

BEST SCENARIO OUT OF EVERYTHING SHE MIGHT DO TBH.

Something i think she'd practice is drugging , though only if you give her permission. She finds something attractive in you waking up because of the immense pleasure that she is serving you, watching your cunt spasm around her fingers while you're sleepish face frowns snd whines from her , slowly but surely waking up.

I feel like she isn't really into anal if her partner is a woman, she might do it if you insist or really want to try if you like it or not. To her it's unsafe and unlike males you have a hole made for it.

But if you do she is really gentle and careful.

As mentioned previously you two rarely have sex, but if you do , oh boy , you'll be fucked or fucking her hours on end.

She likes eating you out. Softly massaging your clit , her tongue gliding against your folds. She holds one of your hands to give you some sort of support.

Would do again. 10/10

𔓕   ..     ┊    Amab reader !

I feel like she'd be a power bottom or a dom.

Something about her being so small and yet making you wonce and tremble makes her even more turned on.

Doesn't like 69 , so ya'll give oral tp each other seperatly.

Shinobu doesn't suck you off much , because again she is small and has a gag reflex, so she likes giving you small kitten licks more than actually taking your whole dick into her mouth. Likes tasting the salty beads of precum on your cockhead.

Probably edges you before plopping herself onto your dick and fucking borh you and herself until her brain is numb and dead.

( im sorry i didn't have much ideas for this . )

@P1ERROST4R ON TUMBLR. Do not repost / translate / copy my work.

[astrophileous]

Derek getting jealous over Bug’s pregnancy pillow 🤭🤭🤭 he just doesn’t understand how it can be that much more comfortable than he would be. If Bug makes him snuggle with it post-pregnancy when she needs to sneak out from his arms during the night to check on the baby too? He wakes up like “????”

Nooo but can you imagine how EXASPERATED he is when Bug pulls out the pillow again when she's pregnant with their daughter/Baby Bug???? 😭😭😭

Btw so sorry for the delay, I was stressing FOR DAYS bcs my brain refused to cooperate and write (I think it's back to normal now so YAY)

Love Bugs Masterlist / Criminal Minds Masterlist

"Not this montrosity again."

Derek nearly whined at the sight of your pregnancy pillow; the one you had stored safely after the birth of your son, and the same one you had pulled out of its resting place now that you were in your second trimester with your daughter. It was a gift from a friend, and Derek was never a fan of it since the first time the pillow found its way into your shared bed.

"Don't say that." You put your palms on either side of the pillow, acting as if you were cupping its ears. "He might hear you."

"Great. So it's a he?!"

"Derek Morgan, you're not seriously jealous over a freaking pillow?"

"I have the right to be when you constantly choose to cuddle with it." You suppressed a giggle when you saw the daggers Derek was shooting its way. "I don't understand why you need the pillow when you have me."

"Because, as much as I love and adore your hard panes and muscles, I need something fluffy to get me sleeping comfortably through the night."

Derek scoffed loudly.

Who would've thought Derek would ever live to see the day he found himself mourning over the fact that he was fucking ripped?

Every night before the two of you went to bed, Derek never failed in throwing the dirtiest, nastiest look in the direction of said pregnancy pillow as if the inanimate object was singlehandedly responsible for ruining his entire life. Derek couldn't be more happy to get rid of it the moment you came home from the hospital with your daughter in your arms. Unfortunately, the man soon realized that getting rid of the offensive item might be a more challenging task than he had ever anticipated in the first place.

"Bug?" Derek mumbled blearily one night as he rose from the light sleep he had accidentally fallen under.

The last thing he remembered was lying in bed with you in his arms. Something about the lull of your voice and the familiar scent of your body wash had managed to make him drift into an unexpected slumber. Derek was putty whenever you were next to him, and he was perpetually alright with that knowledge if it meant he got to keep you constantly by his side.

The bedroom was enveloped in darkness as he stirred, squeezing your flesh wherever his arm could reach. But Derek realized a little too late in his half-awake state that the softness in his hand was, in fact, not you. And it took a few more seconds for him to turn on the bedside lamp to confirm that it wasn't you who was lying in his arms.

It was the fucking pillow.

Derek grabbed the object with utter disgust, stomping through the house until he found you in the nursery. You were sitting in the rocking chair, nursing your infant daughter in your arms, when you looked up at the sound of the door opening. Your head immediately threw back in laughter once you saw the look of contempt that Derek was aiming towards the pillow in his hand.

"What's wrong, Derek?"

"I woke up to this in my arms."

"Did you have a good sleep cuddling with the pillow?" You snickered, enjoying the way Derek's frown deepened with frustration. "I told you it's comfy."

Derek scowled at your cheeky wink, refusing to relent even if deep down he had also begrudgingly started to agree with that sentiment.

After that night, you never heard him threaten to throw out the pregnancy pillow, ever again.

[fanta2y]

Inherently Worthy Pt. One

WOOOO im excited yall, this will be my first multi-part fic!!

The parts themselves will range from 1k to probably 3k-ish words. Since i want to keep the story flowing, I have alot already prewritten for it so updates should be fairly regular.

cw: Sorcerer!Sukuna AU, blood and injury, kinda graphic and a bit descriptive.

part two

word count: 1.1k

Blood. 

It was everywhere. 

You felt it gushing out of the particularly bad wound you sported on your side, the growing agony making your brain fuzzy and your eyes blurry. You felt it slip past your fingertips as you tried to hold the wound close. 

You could hear it as you walked aimlessly, it stuck to your boots. The red color left a trail behind you as you hobbled away from the barely survived mission. The curse was exorcised and removed from the abandoned mall. 

Which left you to deliriously wander around, trying to rack your brain to remember how to get out of this mess. 

But the blood that left your body made you cold, and it made your mind drowsy. You felt like your head had been stuffed with cotton, your eyes could barely focus on what was infront of you and each step you took felt like you were getting heavier and heavier. 

Alarm bells were ringing in your mind, you knew that if you didn’t get help soon you were probably going to die. The thought didn’t scare you as much as you thought it should, which only caused the alarm bells to ring louder. 

You fished around in your pocket for your phone, praying to whoever might be listening that it wasn’t broken. 

You pulled it out of your back pocket, wiping the sticky substance off of the screen. Revealing only minimal damage, a long crack spidering along the edges. You turned it on and went to unlock it. 

You clicked on the first contact that came to mind, which probably wasn’t the greatest idea. 

However, that wasn’t realized until the gruff voice came through the speaker. The phone hadn’t even been able to complete its first ring. 

“Hello? Brat?” The low tone washed over your ears, and you suddenly felt the urge to cry. 

“Ryo…uh..” You willed the shakiness of your voice away in hopes of not worrying him, even though you knew that he should be worried, anyone should be worried about your current predicament. 

You heard rustling on the other end, almost as if he was moving around. 

“The curse has been exorcised.” You tried, hoping to ease some of the thoughts that you knew were probably running rampant through his mind. “Almost took me along with it though.” You finished, nearly mumbling. 

“Brat, I told you that someone should’ve came with you. But no, just had to be stubborn.” He grumbled, his words were harsh but you’ve known him long enough to know that he was just worried. 

He continued on and on, but at some point, you couldn’t focus enough to pay attention. His words buzzed through your ears, but your head was swimming and the black dots were engrossing your vision. They made it difficult to process his words

You must have said something because his voice got louder, but your brain still couldn’t piece together the syllables. It all just sounded like white noise, you didn’t want to worry him. Trying to will yourself to say something, anything, but your tongue was heavy and your body didn’t seem to want to cooperate with you. 

“s’rry” was the only thing you could force out before you swiftly lost consciousness, and the sound of your body hitting the floor echoed through the empty mall. 

– 

Sukuna wasn’t scared of many things, dare he say nothing at all. 

When your as powerful as he is, you don’t get ‘scared’. But the ice cold he feels coursing through his veins, how he’s sure his heart is somewhere floating around in his stomach acid. This is the closest he’s ever gotten to fear. 

It almost paralyzed him. Keyword, almost. 

The second he heard your wheezy apology, and the concerningly wet thumb of your body hitting the floor. He felt his senses go into overdrive. Busting out of his dorm room and practically sprinting to Gojo's office. 

As much as he may detest the man and all his theatrics, he’s the only one who could get him to you quick enough before something irreversible happens. 

Facing the door of his office, not even bothering to knock. Sukuna pushed open the door, Gojo didn’t startle as the door aggressively hits the wall. He lifts his head from the paperwork hes doing, an easy smile on his face. 

“What can I do for you my precio-” 

“She’s hurt.” He cuts him off, not having time for his dramatics. The room went silent, the air thick with a tension.

Without a word, Gojo stands. The smile now nowhere to be seen, he turns to Sukuna. 

“Where?” The word serious, any trace of playfulness leaving his tone. The energy shifting around them into something cold and serious. 

“Some abandon mall, I’ve got her location.” He mumbles, fishing for the phone in his pocket. He showed it to him, the little dot blinking showing the mall where you stayed. Gojo nodded his head, committing the address to memory. 

“Hold on.” Was all the warning Sukuna got before they are warped to the mall, somewhere inside of it. The mall reeks of mildew and rotting wood. Sukuna can hear the wetness dripping from somewhere in the ceiling. 

The only reassuring aspect is the distinct lack of cursed spirit energy, its almost equally concerning as he can barely feel yours. Its just a small hum, tingling up the back of his spine. Nothing like it normally is and it only serves to make the panic bubbling under his skin begin boiling. 

But Gojo had a much more refined sense of cursed energy, and had already pinpointed your location within the labyrinth esque layout. 

With Gojo leading the way, they find you rather quickly. Sitting in a concerningly large pile of your own blood. Sukuna was at your side in a second, quickly feeling your neck and wrists for a pulse. Any sign that you were alive, that this wasn’t all the time you two would get together. 

Thankfully under his shaky fingers, he felt the soft bump of your heart as it struggled to pump the remaining blood throughout your body. He felt Gojo’s hand on his shoulder, his thumb gently digging into the flesh there. 

“Can you pick her up?” Gojo asked, albeit already knowing the answer. Sukuna gently situated your body for him to pick you up bridal style. The ragdoll of your limbs and head made him feel a sickness churning in his stomach. He noticed the long gash on your side, assuming that was where most of the blood was coming from. 

Without another word, you three are warped back to Jujustu High. 

authors note: a wee bit of a cliffhanger hehehe i hope you guys enjoyyy, im excited about writing this and i hope it turns out the way i want !! thank you guys for all the love for my writing, it really means the world to me!! thank you for reading, i hope you enjoyed <33 take care of yourselves, much love !!

[juyomiao]

Only ONE - sung hanbin x gn!reader

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16 ☆ one punch man

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chapter warnings: yn punches someone 😁 , written part is shit omg , yeji is mean im sorry yeji fans im sorry midzys forgive me , one (1) xanax mention

written part under the cut (~ 836 words)

this is not your proudest moment. listening in on someone's conversation, really?

but the need to know what's going on is stronger than any morals you might have. especially when you don't trust anyone in the student council except yourself. and hanbin, but he isn't being exactly cooperative lately.

"beomgyu, you always knew i liked hanbin. why are you acting like this is surprising in any way?" you aren't exactly a genius at recognizing people by their voice, but you can clearly tell that's yeji.

"are you serious? of course i knew, but that doesn't make anything you did correct! you're trying to ruin someone else's life over your feelings, if it wasn't for yn-"

something is telling you to take out your phone and record this. if you're going to snoop in someone else's business, might as well get a confession from the actual culprit out of it.

"there you go, it's always about yn this, yn that… do any of you ever get tired? if they weren't part of the student council this wouldn't have happened in the first place! it's their fault!"

"it's no one's fault but yours, yeji."

there you have your proof, you mentally - although reluctantly - thank beomgyu.

"see? you're on their side too! you hate them just as much as i do, you should be thankful i'm doing all of this!"

yeji dislikes you. you let the information sink in for what feels like an eternity, of course you knew it was like that the moment you found out she was behind all this, but you assumed it was all over her stupid crush on hanbin. no, hwang yeji just admitted she dislikes you.

you were never exactly desperate to be anyone's friend, or to be liked by everyone you met, but both of those things were never hard for you. or at least, you thought so until today.

your brain tunes out the rest of the conversation, as you silently stand right by the door, your phone still recording 

"y/n?" a voice snaps you out of your thoughts, you blink quickly a couple of times, meeting woobin's eyes. "are you okay?" you nod with a small smile "yeah, i just…"

you hear faint murmuring coming from the room, the silence enough for you to pick up a small 'they're here?' that clearly belongs to yeji.

you sigh, finally stopping the recording on your phone and hiding it deep into your backpack before something happens to it. you might be a bit paranoid, but with what yeji has been able to pull so far you wouldn't be surprised if she went that far to destroy the major evidence in your hands.

"yn!" and with that, she's back to the normal yeji you know, your friend. "hi yeji," you can't lie for shit, and everyone there can clearly tell something is up, not only between you two, but overall. beomgyu is on the verge of speaking and probably spill every single thing he found out about yeji, but you keep talking before he can "I wanted to talk to you, but you left my texts on read. is everything okay?" if she wants to act fake, you can too.

"oh about that…. i'm sorry, i had some issues with my phone and couldn't answer your texts," somehow, that small lie sets you off "you have issues overall."

"what?" you can see beomgyu trying to hold back his laughter, turning around to face the wall with a hand over his mouth. "you heard me. you have a ton of issues, because whatever stupid crush you have on hanbin, or your hatred for me, or anything else, shouldn't push you to do everything you did."

"i don't know what you're talking about, yn,"

"yes you do. want me to get the chats? or maybe i should get them from your phone," yeji rolls her eyes. it's only for a split second, but you can tell the more you corner her the more her mask slips off, and the truth will inevitably be uncovered.

the following minutes are a blur to you. yeji keeps making excuses, saying your accusations are baseless, until something tips her off. you don't know what it is, she probably doesn't know either, but she admits to everything.

she admits to stealing the money, framing hanbin, being behind the anonymous number, spreading the word of hanbin stealing through the whole school.

"he was the one who offered to help me cover it up! he felt bad i had to resort to stealing, so he said he'd take the blame if anyone found out!"

"and you took advantage of this and made sure everyone found out," you point out.

she keeps making excuses, saying anyone would've done the same in her situation - failing to realize not anyone has the morals of a rock - how you 'shouldn't act like you're so much better than her, you've probably done worse' . you don't know what took over you, but that's your last straw and, before you can think it through, you punch her.

☆ note: this was wayyy too late im sorry pookies :( i hated the written part ,, well ! see u with a new chapter in ,, whenever i have wifi again idk

☆ SYNOPSIS: sung hanbin is everyone's dream guy: perfect grades, perfect looks, perfect personality, he has it all. he's even class AND student council president! everyone loves him, and you, as his vice-president, are no exception to that. having been in love with him since you were 12, you try to tone down your feelings "for the sake of professionalism" and claim it's simple admiration for someone who objectively has no flaws. but there is one small detail you missed, in all these years admiring him: he has an even bigger crush on you.

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[greg-montgomery]

Ivy - Part 5

gif by: @hotch-girl <3

Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader (Sean Hotchner x Fem!Reader)

Series summary: Your relationship with your boyfriend, Sean, is going great. Well, that is until you meet his older brother, Aaron.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Chapter summary: angst <3 i know…very specific - but i don't wanna spoil!

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 His scent was still all around you. You were certain that you could smell him on your hair, your skin, your clothes…

Your breathing hadn’t slowed down yet and the tears were still drying on your cheeks. What had you just done?

You had let your boyfriend’s brother touch you.

But it was Aaron. Aaron: the man who had managed to steal your heart faster than anyone ever had before. Your friend, the first person you wanted to share good news with and the only one you wanted to sit in silence with you when you were sad.

Your heart was aching, your brain was screaming at you about your mistake, your eyes were teary, but the rest of your body wasn’t cooperating. Because your legs were still shaking; your thighs were still wet from your arousal; and your body was asking for him.

You could still feel the sweet numbness between your legs. It might had been wrong, but it was the most heavenly thing you’d ever felt. God, he was the best you’d ever had and you hadn’t even seen his dick yet.

A short chuckle escaped your lips; laughing at your misery was all you had left.

--

After wiping your eyes clean, you walked out of your room again. Aaron was still there. Your guess was that he didn’t want to look suspicious by leaving so suddenly.

You scanned the living room for Sean, and once you spotted him, you approached him and took his hand, resting your head on his shoulder. It would seem weird if you spent the entire evening away from him. You hated yourself for thinking that way-for plotting how not to seem guilty. Even though you were. And that’s exactly how it felt.

“All good?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

Sean invited Aaron to join the group of friends that was around you with a signal of his arm. So Aaron did.

He had a glass of whiskey in his hand. The second one for tonight, you noted in your head.

You kept staring at him, knowing that no one would notice, since no one was paying attention to you. You hadn’t spoken a word for the last twenty minutes. You just sat there, observing the conversation. That’s what you wanted: not to attract any extra attention tonight. What you didn’t want though was Aaron ignoring you.

It made sense. He was being careful. But it felt like he was slipping away from you already. And when you saw him filling another glass of whiskey you confirmed that the situation wasn’t easy for him either.

“Sean,” you whispered to your boyfriend towards the end of the night, “Please call Aaron a taxi. Don’t let him drive. He’s had a few.”

He nodded his head and kissed your forehead. “Okay.”

--

“Come here, you,” Sean said and grabbed your arm as you walked around, trying to clean up the space a little before bed.

“Sean, I have to clean,” you complained.

“Tomorrow. The sun will be up in a bit anyway. Just come here.”

You gave in and let him sit you on his lap.

“There’s my birthday girl,” he grinned. His fingers got lost between your hair as he looked at you. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you look tonight?’

“Thanks,” you laughed.

Sean kept staring at you.

His grin faded. It got you worried.

“Today made me think,” he said.

“About what?” you asked carefully.

“About how lucky I am that a woman like you was born and is now in my life.”

“Oh…”

“Sorry, I know, I’m getting all sappy and awkward,” he chuckled.  “But I just…I’m grateful for you. I know I can get difficult to love sometimes.”

“Don’t say that.”

“It’s true.” His hand rubbed your thigh in a comforting motion. “But, you never let me feel that way. If you had told me a few years ago, my life would be like this, I wouldn’t have believed you. If you’d told me that I would have an amazing girlfriend, a beautiful home, that I’d be clean and following my dreams, I swear I’d laugh in your face.”

“Sean…” you started, but he cut you off.

“All I’m trying to say is that today is your birthday and it seemed like a fitting day to let you know how much I appreciate you and everything that you do for me.”

“I appreciate you too. And I’m so proud of you, Sean,” you said, and hugged him as closely as you could.

“Thank you, baby.”

--

“Are these new?” Sean questioned.

He was laying on his back, an arm under his neck and another resting across his stomach. Sean always loved staring at you taking off your clothes and makeup to get in bed.

“Oh, the earrings?” you acted naive, placing them in a different box from the original.

“Yeah, I can see them sparkling from across the room. Are those real diamonds?”

“Of course not,” you giggled.

“They look like they are.”

“Well, that’s why I bought them,” you lied.

After securing your earrings away, you left the bedroom and walked into the guest room. That’s where you had left all your presents. Aaron’s present was in there too. Well, the present that was for the world to see anyway.

You missed him. You just wanted to smell the flowers he got you for a moment, feel close to him again.

Sean was in the mood earlier, but you told him you were tired. Still, you made out for a few minutes and his hands were all over you. The hands of the man whose touch you used to crave, now made you miss another man.

A smile took over your face when you spotted the flowers. He was the only one who had gotten you your favorites.

You brought the bouquet close to your face so you could smell them. That’s how you noticed there was a little card inside.

You are a light to everyone around you and most of all to me. Happy birthday, sweetheart.

The card was soon attacked by your kisses.

--

Not talking to Aaron was one of the most difficult things you ever had to do.

He hadn’t messaged you or called you in weeks now. You missed him like crazy, but you didn’t dare to make the first move.

What if he regretted it? What if he realized this was a mistake and didn’t want to see you again? Even if those thoughts broke your heart, you had no choice but to accept things as they were.

You couldn’t even count the times you had reached out for your phone, to message him something, knowing it would make him laugh, only to remember that he wasn’t your friend anymore.

Like that Saturday morning, when you were making pancakes. You had tried to make heart-shaped pancakes with chocolate chips. It was an absolute failure.

After taking a few pictures, laughing at yourself, you were dying to send them to Aaron.

If it was any other time, you would have already. The caption would be “Wanna come over for breakfast?”

He’d say “I’ll pass. I’d rather spend my weekend without food poisoning.”

God, you missed him.

His flowers had dried up but you kept one of them and hid it between the pages of your favorite book.

--

The bell of your front door rang. That was weird…Sean never forgot his keys.

Opening the door you were met with a surprise.

“Aaron? Wh-what are you doing here?”

“Y/N!” you heard a little voice and soon your waist had two tiny arms wrapped around it.

You looked down only to find Jack staring at you with a huge grin.

“My sweet angel, how are you?”

“I’m good. We went to the grocery store today,” he said.

“Really?”

“Yes! And we met uncle Sean there and he told us to come here so we can all eat together,” he jumped, excited by telling you the story.

Well that explained why the man you were madly in love with and who you hadn’t talked to since your birthday was standing on your door.

“Where’s Sean?” you asked Aaron, while Jack was settled by your side, completely attached to you.

“He’s getting your groceries from the car,” he said. He looked good. He somehow looked even better than the last time you had seen him. Or maybe you just missed him.

Jack begged you to let him sit in your lap while eating, and of course you did, even though his dad was being a pain in the ass like always and insisted that it was impractical.

Sean was sitting on the chair next to you and Aaron was sitting across from you.

You were quite literally surrounded by Hotchners.

It was a blessing that Jack kept distracting you with questions and random facts about his life, because otherwise you wouldn’t have been able to take your eyes off Aaron. Off his hands…his mouth…parts of him that had touched your skin; your skin that was now burning under his gaze.

You couldn’t resist stealing glances at him. He was doing the same. The feeling of looking into his eyes was one of your favorite feelings in the world and you finally had the chance to experience it again. How could you stop?

Aaron kept the conversation casual, mostly asking you questions about work. Asking you things he already very well knew. But Sean would be surprised if he found out he did, and that was something both of you didn’t want. It was already a close call that when earlier, somehow, Oprah was brought up in the conversation, the two of you burst out laughing, remembering that this was your nickname for him when he got all wise about emotions and life.

You both covered your mouths with your hands as if it would hide the fact that you were giggling like little kids.

“Why are they laughing?” Sean asked Jack.

The kid just shrugged his shoulders, directing all his attention to the cheesecake in front of him.

It could have been a sign that you and Aaron were closer than you cared to show Sean, but it made you happy; laughing with him again. Maybe you were still friends.

When dinner was over, Jack fell asleep on your couch and that left you and the two brothers at the table alone.

“So…Aaron,” Sean said, bringing a glass of wine to his lips. “We keep talking and talking, but you haven’t told us. Is there anyone special in your life this period?”

You froze. Because if he were to say yes, you were already planning your exit to the bathroom so you could cry in peace.

You were feeling possessive over a man who wasn't yours.

“Come on, don’t be shy. We’re a family,” Sean urged him to talk when he stayed silent.

Aaron looked at you for half a second. If you had blinked you would have missed it. But you didn’t.

“There is one,” he said quietly.

You felt tightness in your chest.

“Or was,” he added. “We don’t talk anymore.”

Oh.

“Why?” Sean asked.

“It’s complicated,” Aaron simply stated.

“Come on, give us something,” he said. If only you knew, babe, you thought.

“It’s a long story. I don’t really wanna talk about it.” There was sadness in his voice. He missed you too.

“Well if the story’s over, time to move on to the new one right?” Sean said, and took a sip of his wine.

Aaron looked down, letting out a bitter laugh.

Sean read his reaction, so he changed his tone to a serious one. “She must be really special to you, huh?”

“She is. She was the light of my life.”

If you could just pull him by his collar and drown him in kisses, you would.

Later, Sean let you walk Aaron – with a sleeping Jack in his arms – to the door, as he cleaned up the table.

The door was a good way to hide yourself from the rest of the house and finally look at Aaron the way you had been dying to all night. He was smiling at you. He was smiling.

“I miss you,” you mouthed at him.

His smile turned into a sexy smirk. “I miss you more,” he mouthed back.

Securing Jack is his arms even tighter he leaned in and, after letting you check for any signs of Sean around you, he kissed you. It was a quick kiss - him taking your bottom lip in his mouth for a few seconds - but it was enough for your stomach to fill with butterflies.

“I’ll text you,” he whispered against your lips and walked with his son back to his car.

--

“What’s wrong?” Sean asked you, clearly having noticed that you had been checking your phone every five minutes.

“Just waiting for an email from work.” You dropped your phone on the cushions of your couch.

That wasn’t the truth. You were waiting for a text from Aaron. You were supposed to meet that evening, but you hadn’t heard from him all day. That was so unlike him.

This was the first time you would meet alone after everything that had happened. He wouldn’t ghost you like that.

The nightmare you had the night before with him in it, had you carrying a bad feeling inside you all day. You tried your best to ignore it.

--

The ground beneath Aaron’s feet felt cold. He wasn’t wearing any shoes when he got out of that yellow, vintage car.

As he walked into the theater in front of him, his hospital gown changed into a sharp suit and a white bowtie, without him realizing.

Suddenly a red balloon appeared in front of him, which he followed with no hesitation.

And that was when he saw her.

“Hi, honey. I saved you a seat,” she beamed at him.

--

“Yes. We’ll be there in about twenty minutes, we’re already in the car,” Sean said to the person he was talking on the phone with.

“Aaron suddenly collapsed at work. They took him to the hospital.”

You hadn’t been able to breathe since you heard that sentence. The window of Sean’s car was supporting your head as you stared outside.

Your headache was getting worse by holding back the tears and the road to the hospital seemed to have no end.

--

Aaron couldn’t help the tears from falling down his cheeks as he took Haley’s hand in his and called her beautiful.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” she responded with a smile.

“I miss you,” he whispered to her.

“I know.” The sound of a film playing distracted her. “Oh, it’s starting!”

Suddenly Jack’s sweet face was on a big screen in front of them; cheering up his dad on his marathon, holding his homemade sign as high as he could.

“Look how happy he is,” Haley sighed, with the selfless love of a mother. “He’s gotten so big.” And she wasn’t there to see it.

“You’re really good with him,” she commented, watching Aaron reading to Jack a bedtime story.

“I’m not you. I’m not good enough.”

“Stop beating yourself up. You’re a great dad. You always have been.” She looked so honest. Maybe if he tried hard enough, he could believe her.

“It gets hard. And I’m alone,” Aaron’s voice broke.

“No, you’re not.”

How real it felt that she was there…wiping his tears away with her hands, comforting him with her words; telling him he should talk to Jack more…he knew he should.

“Goal!” she cheered for her son. You should have been there, he wanted to tell her.

She should have been there. Life was so unfair.

--

Walking into the hospital made everything suddenly very real. You had your feelings under control so far, but arriving there broke you.

“Where is he?” Sean asked a blonde woman he apparently already knew. She must be Penelope, you thought.

“He’s in surgery. We have no news.”

“Is he gonna be okay?” you asked her, desperate, as if she had all the answers.

“We hope,” she smiled, but she was clearly emotional. Her presence somehow brought you a certain type of comfort you couldn’t explain, even though she was a stranger to you.

“He will be,” Sean added, and placed his hand on your shoulder.

You couldn’t help yourself. You tried to keep your sobs silent by covering half of your face with your hand.

Sean pulled you into his arms and you let yourself cry against his chest.

“Shh…” he moved his palm up and down your back. “He’ll be okay.”

You knew how bad it looked; sobbing in your boyfriend’s arms for his brother. But you didn’t care. All that mattered to you was getting your Aaron back.

--

Aaron blinked slowly when your face appeared on the screen.

“Who’s that?” Haley asked him, and he felt as if he was back in high school and a friend was teasing him about a crush.

“That’s Y/N,” he said, softly.

“She’s beautiful.”

You were. God, you were more beautiful than his heart could take.

“Jack loves her!” Haley spoke again, when she saw you with the little boy in your lap.

“He does. She makes him happy,” Aaron said.

“It looks like she makes you happy too. It’s good that you have her in your life.”

“She’s not mine,” he said with regret.

“To me it looks like she is,” she smirked.

Their conversation was interrupted by a man, trying to find his own seat in the theater. “Excuse me. Ah…Sorry. Pardon me,” he said, sitting right next to Haley. “I hope I didn’t miss anything.”

Aaron felt his blood turn cold. “What’s he doing here?”

“Oh, it’s okay. I invited him,” Haley reassured him. He felt confused.

“She is hot,” Foyet said when he noticed you.

“Mmm…Isn’t she?” Haley agreed.

“I would tear that up,” Foyet laughed cruelly. “Hey, I bet she's a real tiger in the sack, huh?”

Aaron wanted to beat him to death like he did the first time. He couldn’t let his poison reach you too. Not you.

A gunshot was heard, and he knew he couldn’t stop it, but he tried to anyway.

He had to relive Haley’s death all over again.

--

Sean had left the waiting room to bring you - and the woman you now knew for sure was Penelope - some food and coffee.

“You’re his favorite you know,” you whispered to her ear even though it was just the two of you there.

“Who, Sean’s? she asked confused.

“No,” you laughed. “Aaron’s.”

“Really?” she said, excited.

“Mhm…he talks about you guys all the time. And I can tell he has a soft spot for you,” you admitted. “He says the team would be lost without you.”

“Well, that’s true,” Penelope said. “But sweet…We all love him. He’s like our dad,” she joked making you laugh.

But by laughing, tears were formed in your eyes again. You tried to wipe them away, but she saw them.

“Hey…he’s gonna be alright. Our big boss-man doesn’t give up that easily,” she attempted to comfort you.

“I know,” your voice broke. “I know. I just…I really need to look into his eyes right now and know that he’s okay.”

“You will.” She held your hand and gave you a sweet smile.

--

“Well this was fun,” Haley said, walking away from him.

“I don’t want you to go. Stay, just a little while longer,” he asked her, desperate to get more time with her.

But she wouldn’t stay.

“I don’t know what to do,” he admitted to her. She wasn’t Haley, his wife, anymore. She was Haley, his oldest friend; the person who used to know him better than anyone; the person he could ask for advice. So that’s what he was doing.

“Happiness is a choice,” she told him. “So choose.”

“How can I choose what makes me happy if it’s wrong?”

“Get out of your head. The heart is the one that knows, so follow it.”

“But don’t you think I’m a horrible person?” Aaron asked.

“No,” she smiled at him. “I think you’re just unlucky. You fell in love with someone you shouldn’t.”

Aaron stayed silent. Foyet was the one who said goodbye first. Then it was Haley’s turn. “Goodbye, Aaron. And, yes, I still love you too,” she said and disappeared.

Part 6

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[flonbowe]

MAJOR BROTHERSHIP SPOILERS, ESPECIALLY RELATED TO ZOKKET!

You have been warned

So they’re like, a toxic relationship right?/hj

OK JOKING ASIDE These two are very interesting to me, and since we've known about Zokket longer, I'll be talking about him first in this thread of reblogs and posts

Zokket

So to get the elephant out of the room, I earnestly don’t believe he is just Cozette brainwashed

Like Aside from small details like the body shape being larger than she is, Zokket's voice sounding very much so different in not just the voice bleps, but in his actual grunts and noises (Especially so before his boss fight), there's things like Zokket's personality, behavior, hell he's even flat out referred to as a separate person a couple times.

Cozette after being freed only ever mentions being under Reclusa's control, and putting on a mask to become Zokket. A mask that breaks once Zokket is beaten.

The way Zokket is defeated, the way the Glohn energy flees off of Cozette's body, coupled with the fact it was specifically a mask Cozette said she donned to become Zokket, tells me outright that Zokket isn't exactly brainwashing, but instead a type of spirit or possession used to carry out Recluse's will. Now All this to say Zokket is his own person, and a very interesting person. Unlike most other Mario characters, he's a very flat character. Intentionally so don't get me wrong, that's the point. He's focused more on numbers than people. He doesn't "misremember" names, he actively doesn't care. His first proper scene is him misnaming the Extension Corps multiple times, with him getting more aggravated the more they try to correct him. He visits Shipshape a couple times through out the game, and most of those visits usually end with him mocking the idea of having connections and overall being very bitter. He's a cold cold man, and even during his boss fight he revels in making the bros hurt each other. There's also some interesting extra details via hidden logs from Cozette while being possessed, and Zokket writing his plans through her body. Quoting from those logs "The egg says its name is Reclusa. Yes, it told me its name, and that makes sense. The egg speaks directly to my brain. The egg has also shared this important truth. Loneliness is sublime . The egg only SEEMS not to move. But it definitely speaks in my brain. I now know my only calling: the resurrection of Reclusa. Loneliness is sublime . All connections will be severed. Reclusa will rule a new era of isolation. Once I have completed my task, I, too, will know the bliss of isolation. Loneliness is sublime . Approximately 284 hours, 56 minutes, and 29 seconds until the resurrection. "Beyond the Glohmatic Ray" "I have distilled the isolate energy from Spite Bulbs. That will be the source for Glohm. I can then focus and amplify it through the Great Lighthouses..." "The So-Called Extension Corps." " I met these buffoons on Slippenglide Island and employed them as generals over my army. They are intensely incompetent but loyal. Do they seek glory, or are simply afraid? They will be superfluous after the rebirth. I will need some means to dispose of them" "Building an Army" "My soldiers, my hands in the wide world, are simply junk repurposed and rebuilt. I gave them language so they might cooperate., but it is absurd to see these junk piles speak. I cannot imagine a place for them in the new world after he is reborn. They will suffer. They may rebel and become ungovernable. No matter--they are ephemeral things." after Recluse was revived, Zokket intended to torture the Zok Troops, his minions, of which HE created. Zokket doesn't just hate bonds, but seems to actively wants to break them. He strayed from his goal of reviving Reclusa by using some of the Glohm to make handheld rays to make people miserable and hate each other, instead of just using the Lighthouses for Reclusa. He threatens the Corps when the revival is almost complete, which would have come to fruition anyway had they succeeded. Zokket seems to fully understand bonds, and despises them. He's not apathetic, he's actively resentful... Except For Reclusa Excluding voice clips, the only time he laughs, is here.

His only use of positive language, and its when he's dying, where he should be at his lowest. Instead, he gets excited, happy, happy to see his Great Inspiration finally return to this world. For a man who hates bonds, he seems to have a great deal of care for his master. A master he was willing to die for, who he was destroyed for. Not even Connie, who he can't forget because of Cozette's lingering consciousness, all Zokket can muster for her is remembering her name, unlike Reclusa. So Who is Zokket? Zokket is a very cruel, bitter person. He's distant and calculating, planning and very exact, very precise ways to revive his master. But he's also sadistic, planning misery for anyone and everyone involved in his plans, for the goal of isolating the world for his master, Reclusa. a master, who he has a deep level of fondness for, the only person he actively shows happiness towards, a person who he spends his alone time with, his purpose, his great inspiration. That's Zokket (At least, my thoughts as to who Zokket is)

[the-kr8tor]

Oh the worms in my brain are acting up again and dancing around a disco ball help me.

Dancer Hobie! x Dancer Reader!

(a better version of the step up movies/joke but I do imagine this as being hip hop! But it could be anything you prefer honestly)

The both of you go to the same studio, and you would think that would mean cooperation yet you two are like cats and dogs. Fighting every single second and minute.

Competitions are never as fun as when you get to beat him at his own game, your routine is well executed with a new surprise move you had been practicing in secret. Stunning even Hobie for just a second as he tries to pretend that wasn't the prettiest thing you've done. Your energy can be spotted from across the room, and he's gawking at it. Observing every move, your form and body.

And then you get stuck together to represent your studio at a prestigious dance competition. The both of you are disgruntled by the amount of rules until you hear the theme and the blood leaves your face.

"Passion and Romance"

Hobie handles it better than you, stone faced as he leads you and stares at your movements with a small glare. Trying to convince himself this is all just for the competition. Not because you're pretty. Not because your eyes are as delicate and tender as flower petals. Not because he absolutely adores dancing with you and holding your waist, your hand....everything. He thinks he's going insane? He must be because why do you look at him like that when he tips you over in his arms. The both of you panting from the exertion and lengthy practice.

And why is he softening up, why does he rest his forehead against yours and close his eyes? This isn't part of the routine. Why is your heart out of place. You DON'T like him, you truly don't. You think you might just need a doctor to check on your heart and open it under the table so they can find out why there's only him in it.

And so it goes on. You dance, the routine gets better. Or worse actually. It's stiff, it doesn't look good. Instead of "Passion and Romance" it's screaming "Dangers and sworn enemies"

It's only when you see Hobie crying by himself in the storage room that you soften up completely, sitting down next to him and hugging him, trying to cool him down from his panic attack. You ask him out to dance if he wants to, to practice another time so he can get his feelings out. And with a small nod he follows you back with heavy footsteps, wiping away his tears with his sleeves, into the mirrored room.

At first it still feels stiff, it LOOKS stiff. But as it goes on you both follow the others steps, going at a softer pace. Both of you are more and more in sync with the theme and music that plays. And when he goes to tip you down he kisses you. You kiss him back like he's water and he kisses you like you're the sole human left in the universe.

-🪦 wow uh ok so basically I just like lost it and the voices won. Put me in the crazy room

"You think you might just need a doctor to check on your heart and open it under the table so they can find out why there's only him in it" POETRY

AHHHHH ENEMIES TO LOVERS BUT DANCE EDITION!!!

THE KISS!!!! 🥰😍😍😍🥴🥴🥴🥴

[nczaversnick]

Writerly Questionnaire

Thanks to @willtheweaver for the tag!

How long have you had you’re writing tumblr/writblr? A fast and loose estimate is fine!

I’ve been here only, like, two months I think? Which is kinda crazy honestly.

What led you to create it?

I find it’s so much easier to get excited about my writing when other people are excited too. Besides I’m the face of this operation for Project Gemini and after years of failure on Instagram I gave up for several years until my roommate pointed out that I might actually like being on tumblr and I figured it deserved a fair try.

What’s your favorite thing about the community?

I love how excited everyone is about everyone else’s projects. It kinda blows my mind

What’s one thing you’d like your mutuals to know about you?

I will answer literally any question to the best of my ability.

Also, to those of you who are big fans of specific characters (I’m talking about you @honeybewrites and @the-letterbox-archives ), I fucking love that you have a favorite. Mine and Rachelle’s favorite is Adrian, her second favorite is Iris and my second favorite is the guards talking about chili cheese fries in the middle of the big climax of Book 1. They don’t have names but they’re in every draft

Is there anything you’d like to see more of on your dash?

Nothing comes to mind

WIP

Which WIP are you noodling about lately?

Well, I’ve only got the one, Project Gemini. We’re working on detailing the outline to break down what happens in each chapter. But while that’s been happening, while I’m at work I’ve been pondering what Adrian would be like in the Arc of a Scythe universe

How long have you been working on them?

I had the initial idea roughly.. 15 years ago I think? The first draft was written 10 years ago. I’m currently on draft 5 or, really, draft 1 of version 3

Do you remember what inspired them/ what got you started?

When I was 8 years old a friend of mine on the playground offhandedly made a comment some kind of magical being that was half ice and half fire. And it just stuck.

When someone asks “what do you write about?” What do you say?

Queer people overthrowing the government what else would I write about?

What do you want to say (if it’s different from what you do say)?

I think I was pretty clear the first time lol

Let’s rotate Blorbos

Name any character you’ve created, and I mean any:

Listen I’ve been writing for over a decade. There’s no way I’ll get everyone. So here’s several:

Caspian, Adrian, Aurelia, Iris, Mason, Quinn, Athena, Lucia, Resin, Filick, Nic, Weston, Atlas, Flynn, Jacob, Lily, Audrey, Micah, Ikaris, Faldris, Helvar, Mara, Flynn, Atlas’s, Dimitri, Cyrus, Jaron, Abraxis

Who’s the most unhinged:

Good lord who even knows?

Who comes most naturally to write:

Definitely Nic or Adrian, as they’re both the oldest

Do you ever cringe at them:

Sometimes, especially those early versions of Adrian

How much control do you feel you have over them? Aka do they ever “write themselves” or refuse to cooperate or do thing you don’t expect? To what degree? Are some less cooperative than others?

Oh I don’t have any. Rachelle doesn’t understand when I say things like “I won’t know the answer to that until the little Iris in my brain bother to tell me”

Some are more cooperative than others, I feel like Aurelia is always around sometimes. Mason is impossible. He’s uncooperative both in my head and in the story, which unfortunately is very on brand for him. But it also means I know basically nothing about him right now.

To get around this I tend to write snippets that sort of circle around the actual question I want answered until I manage to get it

Do you enjoy people asking about your characters? And do you have a preferred method of receiving said questions?

Do I enjoy what is probably my favorite kind of interaction of all time?

And no I don’t have a preference.

On Writblr Engagement

What makes you want to follow another writeblr account?

Good vibes. I usually check out anyone who follows me anyway

What makes you decide against following?

Besides the obvious answer of discrimination and bigotry, the answer is also vibes. If you fail the vibe check, I won’t follow.

Do you interact with non-mutuals often?

Oh yeah all the time. I keep forgetting that some people are mutuals and some aren’t lol

Tagsss:

@honeybewrites @wyked-ao3 @kittrrrr @zackprincebooks @fractured-shield @theverumproject @the-letterbox-archives @the-golden-comet @poppycat-writes @davycoquette @moltenwrites @finickyfelix @kuebiko-writing @illarian-rambling @yourpenpaldee

[blenderfullasarcasm]

TimKon fanfic starter/prompt:

Kon woke up, immediately whacked his head on <i>something</i>- he wasn't at the farm, but it took him a few more seconds to remember where exactly he was.

Which was kind of excessive, because it really shouldn't have taken him three whole seconds to figure out he was in a cramped metal box, hands tied behind his back and a glowing green collar around his neck.

Was this what a concussion felt like?

Weird.

He was gonna have to be nicer about shooting down the questionable plans Tim came up with while concussed. Honestly, it was a miracle they were even a little bit coherent.

...What was he doing again?

Kon shifted slightly, and the ropes binding his hands behind his back dug into his wrists.

Oh, that's right. He was trying to escape --

...Wait, they'd actually used ropes? Like, actual ropes?

Kon was a little insulted. He didn't rate handcuffs or zip ties?

He might not have been able to use his superstrength, but he was still pretty strong compared to a baseline human. Ropes -- even ones with five braided strands -- couldn't hold him forever, especially now that he was awake and raring to escape.

...If only he could get his body to cooperate.

His brain felt sluggish and foggy, like it was slogging through a swamp. His limbs weren't responding right, his fingers clumsy and numb as he tried to finagle his way out of his bonds.

Precise movements weren't happening, so he had approximately a cupcake's chance in a communal kitchen of untying the knots.

Next option: brute force.

Yanking his wrists apart and straining the ropes until they broke worked way better than trying to make his fingers cooperate. It took more effort than he was expecting, though, and there was a sting in his biceps that meant he'd probably pulled a muscle, which was going to suck in the morning.

He also had rope burns, which was a new and exciting experience for him.

Some of the fog surrounding his brain started to fade as soon as the ropes snapped and dropped to the floor beneath him. He shook his hands out, aiming some jazz hands at exactly no one just for fun, and tried to figure out what do next.

The walls around him were made of metal and seem to be screwed together pretty tightly, as far as he could tell. He didn't have super strength - the Kryptonite in the collar around his neck was suppressing it - but he considered punching it anyway.

Luckily, someone started prying the box open before he had to resort to probably breaking his hand.

Light broke through the widening gap, blinding him for a split second as the lid opened. He squinted and tried to shield his eyes (looked like they'd taken his shades, ugh), and a shadowy figure kindly moved to block most of the light, a set of lock picks dangling from their fingers.

"Hey, SB," Tim said. "How's it going?"

Kon could have kissed him.

"Oh, y’know." He shrugged (faux) casually, folding his arms together so Tim wouldn't see the rope burns around his wrists. "Just waiting for my Prince Charming to show up. What took you so long?"

"Rounding up my knights and the white horse," Tim said dryly, giving him a Look that told Kon he hadn't hidden shit but that Tim wasn't going to comment on it right that second because there was something more important. "Hold still, I'm going to get that collar off you."

"What, you don't think I look good like this?" Kon tried to shoot him a winning smile, but it felt a little shaky around the edges.

Tim rolled his eyes behind his whiteout lenses -- Kon could sense it -- and set to work picking the collar's lock. "You always look good, Superboy."

Kon definitely did not blush. His cheeks heating up had to be an effect of the Kryptonite. Definitely.

"You'll look even better wrapped in a blanket on the couch," Tim muttered under his breath, then tsked in annoyance when something in the collar clicked. "Hold still."

Kon held still.

...Being wrapped in a blanket on the couch sounded pretty good right now, actually. He could probably even wheedle Tim into making him some of his famous hot cocoa.

Tim was careful only to touch the collar, not allowing his gloves to brush against Kon's skin, and Kon was (pathetically) grateful for it. His skin was starting to feel too tight, like he was about ready to burst out of it, and it itched like there were ants crawling all over him.

Something else clicked in the collar, except this time Tim made a little triumphant noise and yanked it apart with extreme prejudice. "Ha! Got it."

Suddenly, Kon felt like he could breathe easy again. He hadn't realized he'd been having trouble -- and he didn't really know why, because the collar hadn't been restrictive or anything and Kryptonite usually didn't affect him that way -- until Tim was tucking it away into a lead-lined bag he kept in his utility belt for this exact purpose.

Kon swallowed.

"Thanks for coming for me, Rob," he said quietly.

Tim smiled, small and private. "I'll always come for you, clone boy."

He got to his feet and pulled Kon up with him, and Kon barely had time to blink with surprise before Tim was dragging him towards a hole that had been blown in the wall. "Come on, we need to find the others before they destroy the entire building."

Send me an ask with the first sentence of a fanfic and I’ll write the next five.

[mythicalmagical-monkeyman]

Can someone tell my brain to sleep? Please? Undercut like always obv

@fruity-legos

Summary:

Cooper’s touch starved … that’s it, that’s the post

Additional Tags:

Brain woke up and chose violence. I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping BECAUSE BRAIN WOKE ME UP, Anyways. Mateo forgets to be physically affectionate sometimes. Touch Starved Cooper. Ficlet. headcanons. Fluff and Hurt/Comfort. The besties just cuz. no beta we die like my brain

Mateo had to admit he sometimes forgot to be physically affectionate with people. He figured that it was partially tied to his general spaciness with how he could get so tied up with his comics and the stories in his head that typical, needed everyday things like eating or, yeah, showing physical affection went right out the window. Another part of his forgetfulness was probably because between Izzie and his dad they gave him more than enough physical affection to go around. 

So yeah, it slipped his mind sometimes and he occasionally had to remind himself to give affection yet he couldn’t help but feel confusion wash over him as he wrapped his arms around Cooper and felt the other teen tense under his touch. He wasn’t that bad at showing affection, was he? 

Mateo awkwardly pulled back and looked up at Cooper. He found the blond with his eyes shut tight and shrugging his shoulders up like he was bracing himself to be hit. 

“Are you ok?” Mateo asked carefully, tilting his head to the side. 

Cooper slowly opened his eyes and glanced around before his eyes landed on Mateo for moment. Just as quickly though Cooper’s gaze flicked away. 

“Yep, I’m doing great!” Cooper responded, while flexing his fingers on one hand and using his thumb to crack the fingers on the other. Mateo knew his friend well enough to note that that was one of his nervous stims, that along with singing. 

Mateo watched his friend crack his fingers for a moment more before, fixated on why Cooper was starting to act so shifty. He was avoiding something, something relating to their hug if Mateo had to guess. 

The small inkling of a theory started to pop up in Mateo’s head and deciding to test it he reached out a hand to grab Cooper’s wrist. 

There was a squeak but Cooper let his wrist be held, and then his hand as Mateo laced their fingers together. 

“Cooper,” Mateo started, locking eyes with the other, “when was the last time you were hugged?” 

Cooper instantly looked away and for a second Mateo felt himself wondering if he had crossed some sort of boundary. 

With a hum Cooper fiddled with their interlocked fingers, rubbing his thumb across Mateo’s kuckles and then muttered, “Uhhh, I think five days ago? It was when Albert used me as a meatshield to get out of hugging Izzie,”

Mateo choked in disbelief, “What?” 

Cooper shrugged, “Meh, it’s fine. I mean Logan used me as an armrest the other day, oh and Night Hunter body slammed me too.” 

Cooper did know that last one didn’t really count as physical affection right? 

Even disregarding that last part Mateo was still left baffled, how had it been five days since Cooper had last had a hug? Didn’t his family… oh. 

“Can I hug you?” Mateo wondered quietly. 

Cooper looked back, a pout on his face and a sadness in his eyes as if he might start to cry, “Please?” 

Mateo obliged, yanking Cooper into his grip and squeezing until the blond grunted, uncomfortable with the tightness. Mateo eased up his grip a little and nuzzled his face into Cooper’s chest as he wrapped his arms around Mateo in return. 

Eventually Cooper seemed to melt into the hug completely and Mateo found himself making a mental note to start to hug Cooper more. 

[murkystarlight]

Screw it.

Dreamzzz season2 spoilers pt.1

(And my personal comments)

Alright. Starting from episode 1

I didn't realize that Cooper having a sudden interest in chips would be a hint to something later(it probably isn't but it seems like it to me). Cooper apperantly had a full list of things to fix and make... also the Night Bureau really can't do their job done properly can they. How does Cooper go to school? And study? And get good grades?? Also love how everyone names their cars

It was cool seeing Sneak working with them. And Nova, too bad they... uh- dissapear after like... episode 4? I think

Mateo trying to find a way to get z-blob back, and the Nightmare king... why is he such an icon all of a sudden?? Like-

Also, I like that how Mateo got the kid show treatment. Might as well sing 'we're all in this together'

And Dallas joining the knitting club!!

It was pretty nice. Just a simple small detail, but I like stuff like that so... Looks like he's not going to be bullying anyone now

It was very fun watching the crows(ravens? Don't remember) snatch their memories. When I saw what the memories that was stolen were about I started screaming like-

I actually think they all have a good reasoning. Logan always loved his music(would've been better if he forgot how to sing entirely) , Cooper... well he's the tech guy, and for Izzie, she was the who accepted the dream world the fastest. Who liked it the most in the first season right? There are more cool and amazing reasons than this but my stupid brain can't think of anything else right now

Episode 2

Apperantly there's a lava realm? Cool

Mr. Oz being angry, Logan being.. well, Logan. And Cooper is just adorable. He's having so much trouble. His purpose in life kinda snap

And when everyone else just jumps into the castle, Izzie takes her time to take the stairs

And Izzie having trouble with "dont open your mouth" she's so funnn

I had trouble understanding Astrid-

Royce guy has a weird whistle.

Cooper looks so happy until his mind went blank and his face is just- 'dude wait, what was I doing?' I thought he lost his tech skills?? Why did he become... dumber? It's cute though

"Sorry-" _ Izzie

Also, Logan said a lot of smart stuff in this episode. One of my favorites was

"If I forgot it, how would I know?"

Mr. Oz trying SO hard not to swear. I could see the struggle-

And the flash cards 😭 when did they get a rule book?!!(first ep)

Also, how many eggs do you think Cooper cracked. How does he not remember how to not but a bolt and screw together?? Just- stick it in! Learn to do it again? Poor thing

And the Night Hunter! +Susan and Snivel. They're a bunch of sillies

Cooper getting pressured by his family again- (is it just me or does he get his character development after like... two episodes and be the one stable guy holding the team together? He's useful. Like actually useful) Cooper's voice also wouldn't stop cracking

"Do you ever get sand in your eyes? Or your shorts?" (The Sandman had legs?? Yes, had. He... he gone now.)

Also kinda funny how all of Mateo's dreamcrafting gets blob-ified

"The one time! I actually want to hear your beats, and you forget?!"

Zoey! Why would you randomly jump into a cauldron!! (Also, the Night Hunters memory being Zoey- I already had a feel)

Mrs Castillo is the best

I'm also very curious of... what or who the Never Witch is??

There is a lot of pushing and shoving people. And it's only the second episode

Also-

"So you're not the tech genius you used to be. You still got- ....uh.... what other talents do you have?"

Oh godddd noooooooooooo he said it- Oh god........

"I'm gonna go drown my troubles in the candy realm" (kids. Too much sugar isn't good for you)

(He can't even figure out how to put his phone on silent anymore) he got an A+ in a science project, by cooking?? I thought it was a SCIENCE PROGECT??

Imagine a kid suddenly pulling out an apron and asking for a kitchen to work in. During a science project (he's a chef now), he also just... kept the flan? Thing, in his locker-.... is that... okay?

I mean... I did watch this science show on Netflix about these super smart girls and their names being mc². And one of them bakes. Using science. I mean... science works in everything... and I guess if the teachers said okay then its.. okay?

Sandman and Never Witch fighting, he will be remembered. It was pretty cool actually. I wonder if they have any history

Next part

Bonus(also the reason of why I said screw it)

[sharkneto]

5 Rob 1234... These exist?!? How MUCH do they exist??? What are the odds that we will eventually see them someday?

(for WIP ask game)

I've shared a few snips of them before (found HERE), and god... hopefully? I've got so many goddamn WIPs and so much less time to write than I used to during covid times, I can't promise anything and especially can't promise anything being soon.

It's a concept I love a lot - I love Five and Rob's relationship, I love Rob constantly tricking Five into cooperating with therapy until he starts doing it willingly on his own. I like the idea of Five trying to keep everything tight to his chest and aggressively keeping it there until Rob can get him to understand that he doesn't have to do that, that he doesn't have to live like that.

But it's a rarely worked on WIP (partly hence why there's multiple files of different Rob and Five conversations rather than One Set WIP), around JT and the apocalypse fic and Number vs Apocalypse Week fic and random odds and ends I play around with.

So, would I like to share it? Absolutely. Will it be any time soon? Absolutely not.

Long snip for your time, though. This is 5 Rob 3

(cw: some discussion of the implications of Five's physical vs actual age in terms of his brain and cognition, mostly from the angle of Rob being excited about brains and Five unimpressed by it)

“What are you thinking about?” Five asks after Rob doesn’t start off their session in the first minute of their meeting starting.

Rob keeps considering Five through the screen. “Your brain.”

Five blinks. “You do that to everyone?”

“More or less. When they’re my patients, definitely. And if there might be something interesting going on. Yours definitely has a lot going on.”

“Thank you?”

“You’re welcome.”

The sit and stare at each other through the screen some more. Five leans back in his seat, eyes narrowed slightly. “If I ask for specifics for what you’re thinking about in regards to my brain, will it be a long winded way of talking about something I don’t want to talk about or is this genuinely a tangent about my brain?”

Rob hums. “If I’m clever enough maybe I can loop it back to your problems but currently I’m just thinking about your brain.”

“This a hobby of yours?”

“A little bit, I guess,” he says with a laugh. “Also my job, but it is why I went psychiatrist route instead of psychologist route. If you go to medical school they let you look at more brain scans.”

“I’m sure that’s super normal,” Five deadpans.

“How would you know, with your fifty-eight-year-old consciousness in a thirteen-year-old brain?”

Five crosses his arms. “It’s almost fourteen,” he defends.

Rob thinks about that for a second. They’ve sort of talked around this before, and maybe with the birthdate coming up they should talk about it some more. He’ll poke. “Aren’t we technically still six months or so away from your physical birthday?”

That gets an exasperated huff from Five. “October 1, 1989 is my actual birthdate and I’m keeping that, it’s a constant that’s never going to change short of me fucking up so badly I’m not born, in which case I’ve got bigger problems – although not ones I’ll care about because I won’t exist.” Rob keeps a straight face. He actually loves it when Five gets on these little time-travel-insane-consequence rambles. Feels like a sci-fi movie and Sarah can’t poke holes in it like she does when they watch time-travel movies. Five also really likes to get on these tangents, so they’re really good for getting him talking on days he doesn’t want to talk – not that seems to be a problem today.

Five pauses but Rob waits. He’s not done. The pause stretches for a couple seconds before Five huffs again. “I’m not moving my birthday because I arbitrarily and accidentally changed my linear position in time. October first isn’t my actual birthday anymore, either, but the amount of effort to figure out the new date is completely not worth the effort. I could do the much easier-to-calculate physical birthday in February—” he cuts himself off with a suddenly blank expression.

Rob frowns. “Five?”

“The day’s not February tenth anymore,” he says, brow lightly furrowed.

“Why not?”

He blinks again, obviously doing math. Rob doesn’t know what it is about Five’s expression that tells him that he’s doing math, but there’s a specific sort of blankness he gets when he’s running numbers. “February tenth was my physical birthday in the apocalypse,” Five says slowly, still a bit distant. Rob subtly slides his notebook over and grabs a pen, even though Five can’t see it with how Rob has his camera angled. “It was February tenth. Now, though, assuming this body is the body I originally jumped from 2002 in…. oh, it’s still just February second. That was dumb.”

“Did you want it to be more different?”

Five shakes his head, a small frown on his lips. “No. I don’t know why I thought that was going to be a significantly different date. April 2, 2019 versus March 24, 2019 are only a week apart. I could have done that math much smarter. Christ, I’m getting stupid in my old age.”

Rob smiles. They’ve looped back to what he’d originally been thinking about. “Or your brain is thirteen. And a half,” he adds when Five gives him a flat look.

“What does my brain’s age have to do with anything?”

“A lot, actually. Maybe. What do you know about brain development?”

Five stares at him for a long moment. “Nothing.”

“Ah, lucky for us I know a lot about it. The cliff notes version of it is that there are set developmental phases for brains from ages zero to around twenty-five. Twenty-five is when science and medicine generally agree that everything is up and functioning, it hangs out there for a few years before it starts going in the other direction. Before that point, it’s building up pieces and pruning connections that allow for better logic and more complex thinking.”

“You’re saying I’m half developed. And you’re declining,” Five says dryly.

Rob shakes his head, ignoring the easy insult. “No. Maybe. See, you’re a really interesting case of the physical versus consciousness. A really fascinating case study that could be a missing key in understanding where what makes us us sits. You, yourself, are fifty-eight, assuming you haven’t been messing with me and your whole family this entire time—”

“What would the point be of doing that?”

“—which I don’t think you are, which is why I accepted you as a patient. I don’t know how you’d even go about trying to parse it out, because it’s such a messy knot. It’s why we’ve been wondering about consciousness and the self for centuries, millennia. But you have such an extreme difference between the two that we might just be able to get a hint.”

It’s quiet as Rob finishes. Five sits considering that, expression slightly pinched. Rob waits.

As Five continues to not say anything, Rob’s gut sinks a little. Maybe he got a little too excited about this, misjudged how interested Five would be about it. He did just pretty blatantly say that this man, who is already stuck looking like a thirteen-year-old, might actually be stuck in a much more real way as a thirteen-year-old.

“Five—”

“You know,” Five interrupts, “you and Sarah make a bit more sense now.”

It isn’t clear if that’s supposed to be a compliment or an insult. Maybe it’s neither. Five usually likes to rub in insults. “How do you mean?”

 “You both like puzzles. You just hide your intensity better than she does.”

Rob might have gotten a little too enthusiastic about how interesting a case Five is. “I’m sorry, Five, I—”

Five waves a hand, tone still low. “Don’t apologize. You know I appreciate candor. Was this the point?”

They haven’t been here in a little bit – Five directing with questions. Rob did miscalculate this. He can let Five keep the control. “Was what my point?”

“To talk about how shit it is to be a fully grown man who looks like a child?”

“No. It’s just something I’ve been thinking about and thought you might find it interesting, too. I had planned on today being a bit lighter on Big Things after last week.”

Five nods slowly. He’s not looking at Rob. “Wow,” he says after another moment. “Bad job of doing that.”

“I’m seeing that now, yeah.”

Five forces them to sit in that. Rob glances at the clock. He has forty minutes to salvage unless Five ends the session early.

“I get the appeal,” Five says after another long minute. “I’m an enigma on a lot of levels. Most of my life doesn’t exist anymore and what it was is so statistically improbable it should be impossible and unbelievable. This isn’t what all this has been about, right?”

He slips that question in as if it’s just an unimportant end to his statement. That’s how Rob knows it’s important. Five likes to bluster, likes to misdirect to avoid feelings and hard topics. The exception is when he needs real, important information. He’s not good at direct lies and it’s obvious the tactic he figured out for learning information he needed while trying to stay under the radar is to be as casual and nonplussed as possible. If Five doesn’t seem to care about the answer, maybe the person giving it won’t care about giving it either.

“No, Five,” Rob says without hesitation. Waiting until Five looks back up at the screen, he continues, “I agreed to be your psychiatrist because I think you need the help to sort through the everything of your life and also think I’m a good fit for helping you do that. You seem to agree, since we’ve been doing this for three months now. My own, side interest of what might be going on in your head isn’t a part of it, outside of my thoughts on non-psychotherapy approaches that might help you should you ever decide you want to try some drugs or physical treatments. Today’s tangent is just that, a tangent that I think is interesting but is non-defining of you or the work we do here.”

Five nods at that with a small frown. “To help you along on that tangent, then, so we don’t have to do it again – it’s wrong.”

“Okay?”

“Your little theory has me half-developed and stupid, of which I am neither.” He waves off Rob as he opens his mouth to apologize and explain. “It’s fine, as you just explained to me your brain function is also declining due to your advancing age. It is interesting, though, that your go-to direction for me doing a simple math calculation in an indirect way was to blame it on a possibly under-developed brain rather than the fact that I’m thirteen years older than you are and am farther along on my brain slipping into mush.”

Rob swallows and waits.

“But how I know you’re wrong about my brain is because, while I don’t remember much from being thirteen, I do remember some decisions I made when I was that age. One very big, very dumb decision. With absolutely no concern for the consequences and no back-up plan. That’s the sort of thinking thirteen-year-old brains do. It was a childish and very poorly calculated mistake. And I’m not that stupid now.”

“Understood,” Rob says. That sits between them, a bit heavy which was not Rob’s goal for the day so he adds, “You’re dumb because you’re old, not because you’re young.”

A smile ghosts at the edge of Five’s mouth. “Exactly.”

“Glad we cleared this up. I’m sorry I pushed us here, I misjudged. We’re good?”

Five nods. “We’re good.”

[maleyanderecafe]

Hiiii, just wanted to ask do you have any recommendations similar to Tei from ‘Nameless’ or Segye From ‘You At First Sight’? I really like the ones that start off really sweet and harmless but slowly develop cracks in their façade overtime! I have trouble finding some like them, thanks for any recommendations! (Preferably nothing nsfw ahah 🙇‍♀️)

Oh man, those are always cool to find. I'll try my best to list some like that that are SFW (though I also do know some NSFW ones, but we'll save those for another day).

Koi to Shinzou - very good manipulative yandere. Admittedly he's a bit sus in the beginning but he does show his true colors later. Very good at seeming innocuous though.

Pulsato Cordis - he starts out pretty sweet and harmless but snaps during the date. Admittedly it's not a long long time before he shows his face, but it was enough for me to forget he was one for a second.

Concubine Walkthrough - if you were that one ask who sent me this, I swear I am almost done I have to get through the last couple of chapters. It's a very VERY good isekai story and the yandere starts out more sweet (or at least protective) before going full out.

Ripe When the Flowers Bloom - shonen Ai which is very sweet, but the yandere in question does slowly push his way into trying to get him to live forever, even against his will.

My Desire for You Just Begins - another Shonen Ai, which, at least in my opinion, does a really good job of manipulating his lover to get what he wants.

A Helpless Childhood Friend - it's not really long enough to show cracks in the facade since it's a one shot, but it does sort of exemplify the idea in a short time frame.

The Male Lead is a Murderer - sort of, I mean it's not like it's NOT obvious, but I think it's enough to at least trick the main character for a while that he's a kind person.

Arisa - sort of? I mean the yandere is kind of suspicious, but he does have that kind he won't do anything to harm you energy.

Uruwashiki Shuen - again, this one is a oneshot, but does seem pretty helpful with the other male lead until you figure out why he's trying so hard to keep him alive.

It's actually harder than I thought to think of recommendations that aren't r18 since so many more stories tend to have some level of smut in it. I'm sure there are other ones, but my brain isn't cooperating as well right now. I reblogged some other ones that might also fit the criteria, which hopefully it will.

[automatayaoi]

*throws a dozen dress up clowns at your head* Character design!!! murder puppet apologism!!! chemicals turning frogs gay!!! its kero kero time!!!! i dont know how to type up a real bio so im just throwing tidbits fullspeed at your window and also partially me spitballing speghetti against the wall

✨ their name is kero pierrot ofc, and they are a funny little frog clown married to arlequino hehe. keeping with the theme of commedia dell'arte their name is based off the character of the pierrot (and it's also a pun on keroppi since theyre my favorite sanrio character waha)

✨ the Pierrot was a tragic and lovesick figure, portrayed as naïve but endearing, often hiding their true feelings behind their jokes, and was a popular choice for romantic artists

✨ kero is a widdle bit fucked up in the brain zone but its FIIINE just slap a coat of face paint on there and ur good 8) Do not perceive the crushing mental illness behind the curtain

✨ grew up in america ofc, came to japan for reasons that turned out to be highly fallible (they maybe trust people a little too easily), refuses 2 talk abt this, they are however lacking in places to stay and money to spend so start of everything theyre Struggling A Little

✨ at this point they arent even kero really just Person...pathetic sopping wet frog you find under a rock. they had a special interest in clownery but always sort of put those kinds of thoughts to the side as more of a silly daydream than a goal they could achieve

✨ a clown without its nose have you ever seen anything so sad

✨ they first see masaru and the rest of the nakamichi circus when they saw them perform their street show (starting here), they just happened to be in the park at the time, and it's honestly the first time kero has felt happy since they Arrived in japan

✨ magic of the circus

✨ they spend the next few weeks going to the park and sorta following the nakamichi circus around to see more of their street shows, they don't really have much else to do anyway, they might as well spend some time having fun watching a circus act

✨ they attend so many that they actually start getting recognized by some of the circus members, especially masaru and shirogane since theyre very Perceptive. not a lot of details on those thoughts currently but masaru probably does his Main Protag/Therapist thing and gets to know kero

✨ BUT the way they actually join the nakamichi circus is during the performers meetup (starting here), kero goes to see their show again, but then things start Going Very Wrong and masaru's left by himself with no one to perform with. Little guy problems

✨ they've seen how much masaru and the others have been working and struggling in the past weeks, improving their street show, their cooperation with each other, and even if masaru hadn't talked to them they couldn't stand seeing something that made them so happy go down in flames like this

✨ SO! they hop in with vilma naota and mitsuushi to save the act! they don't have circus training like them so they can't do any fancy acts, but kero knows how to improv and roll with the punches, so they play off of the others as second zanni to liven up the show

✨ after that, i think they'd try to slip away quietly (kind of cant believe they did that) but masaru goes after them and asks them to join the circus!

✨ he knows that they wanted to be a clown, and even without formal training, he thinks having a western style clown will help the nakamichi circus stand out from the crowd! (also a call back to this moment in the manga when they went to see the straw circus)

✨ this is when they actually introduce themselves as Kero Pierrot to the others. there is no other name only Clown

✨ this has been a lot of masaru talk so far sorry he's my little buddy inflicted with main character disease. also i dont get a chance to meet my husband until like chapter 380 so i gotta be doin smth in the mean time

✨ from here on, kero sticks with the nakamichi circus as their new home :) they already knew a lot about clowning, but they really throw themselves into studying it as best they can (usually by spending hours at a library computer since most don't really have a textbook on clowns) and also training with the other members to sorta expand their repertoire. they get a lot better at the classic clown skills, your juggling, your balloon animals, what have you, BUT they also start to learn the cyr wheel!

✨ kero and masaru bond over doing circus training together. i give him a little noogie.

✨ they become pretty close with ryouko and lise too !! i jus love all my circus family i get them to play board games with me

✨ Peaceful Life (Until Its Not)

✨ this post as already gotten so long (and also i wanna reread some parts of the manga to refresh my mindself) so at some point i will expand on kero's feelings irt masaru running away and narumi joining nakamichi circus, but theres a couple other important points i want to make :V

✨ kero sorta takes a back seat with the rest of the nakamichi gang until they show up at kuroga village

✨ Specifically they join lise heima and ryouko in going to mont-saint-michel to follow masaru (they are NOT!!! letting these children go off on their own to fight!!!!)

💕 this is when they meet arlequino hehe 💕

✨ they stay by ryouko's side while they fucking Book It form the shirogane-o, and that's when they run into arle

💕 sorry ryouko but I'M the one who smiles at him 💕

✨ i should make a separate post of the manga panels i'm def in. and/or rewrite the scene as a fic which i might do at some point but just wait

💕 anyway this post is long enough so all you have to know is we get married and now hes my malewife Arlequino Pierrot 💕

💕 tagging my karakuri buddies @dissonantyote @lameassboyfriend (i hope dats oke)

[gallavich-headcanon]

anon, dear, i hope you're doing good! i might be in the brain goo - still, bear with me on the being comprehensible part -, but a) you asked for headcanons and b) you're my favourite person to contemplate with, so you'll be my victim tonight-

so, i know you've said somewhere you're not a big fan of time pieces, BUT-

i've read a lot (like. A LOT.) of medieval-ish things the last couple days and spotify graced me with a shitton of ukrainian music today, and now all i can think about is this tradition they got in ukraine in july where they gather around a fire, take their loved ones by the hand, and if they stay locked while jumping over the fire they they'll have a long and happy relationship (bonus: you can do this with friends for health and good fortune, too). they have this other thing, too, where the unmarried women bind wildflowers to wreaths, then set them on a river or pond or whatever to see who'll get married soon (if your wreath flows without problems and moves a bit it's you), and their significant others try to guess which wreath is their girl's and they tryna fish it out-

and listen, listen, i KNOW it probably doesn't make much sense, and i have not thought this through 'till the end, but i need irish ian to somehow end up in ukraine and in the hands and care of mandy, who tries to teach him their ways and their language, because he's kind and sweet, too - and maybe she first hopes he's her wildcard out of her life until she gets to know he's gay? -, and somehow she gets mickey involved in her little social project and she tries very hard to make him be nice to ian, long story short, they all go to the festivities together, get a little drunk maybe and do their little traditions. while it's a rite for the women, i bet mandy'd force him to bind a wreath, still. and maybe she already knows there's something going on between him and her brother and she schemes some more to make mickey fish ian's out of the water, i don't know, my brain doesn't cooperate properly.

bonus lore- iirc they have this magic flower they set out to search at some point, too, as it's said to grant its finder some sort of power, so, just please, mickey and ian having an excuse to disappear in the woods for hours without anybody asking questions.

i only just now realised it's actually a full on au, but i'll send it over anyway, because it's juvenile and mostly lighthearted and i needed to bother someone with it. much love! thanksokaybye.

Hello my darling! My brain is also gooey possibly because it's late though. Perfect time to be your victim of choice!

Disclaimer- I don't really have anything about historical stories, it's just the homophobia of it all, you know? Like I enjoy some angst as much as the next person, but knowing they can't get married and will have to live partially in secret if not in the closet just... spoils it for me. I'm a comfort first, angst second kinda girl, but I also don't want it to be completely unrealistic. (also I need Mickey to be a southside shit talker) So I tend to skip those fics. now that that's out of the way, I'm ready for yours!

FIRST OF ALL I am a sucker for Mickey speaking Ukrainian. I really wish we got that in canon. AND IAN TRYING TO LEARN THAT FOR HIM 💔💔💔💔

they gather around a fire, take their loved ones by the hand, and if they stay locked while jumping over the fire they they'll have a long and happy relationship -> oh my god are you kidding me this sounds so fucking magical!

Okay what if Ian is like injured or something and Mandy finds him, and hides him until he can get better and Mickey is suspicious and follows her one day?

and maybe she already knows there's something going on between him and her brother and she schemes some more to make mickey fish ian's out of the water -> mmm how about yes yes and yes!!!

This is so fucking sweet. I want Ian in a flower crown Mandy made him! and maybe it's too small to his giant head and his looks funny and Mickey teases him and eventually that flower crown mysteriously finds it's way to Mickey's head. because that's what flower crowns do.

Them just walking in the forest and talking for hours. Maybe they find a job for Ian that gets them to hang out and Mickey teaches him Ukrainian?

NOSHO please send any and all AU / thoughts / headcanons always and forever!