#so I’m gonna ramble about my kiddos

[smol-stardust]

Presenting the Nakamori Sisters: (Shirako’s 4 older sisters)

赤子/Akako (Red Child): 21yrs old. She’s a professional shamisen player, her family suspects she’s working as an Oiran. she brings home too much cash but no one really knows what she’s doing except that it involves a shamisen.

青子/Aoko (Blue Child): 18 years old A Miko (shrine maiden) at the local shrine. She left home cuz it’s too hectic and she needed peace to paint and read in, so she decided living in a shrine in the mountains seemed like the way to do it. The most reserved one of the siblings. Spends her time reading and doing her shrine duties. Shirako runs off to see her in the mountains a lot and chases after wild animals. Aoko and co at shrine find her to be way to hectic but Shira has a way of driving off animals with her gremlin-ness so she can stay.

碧優子/Miyuko: (green/elegant child) 16 yrs old. Learning how to be a proper lady. Apprenticing in a matcha parlour as a tea hostess, she’s very sweet and likes making dessert. She’s well versed in tea and sweets and her personality is said to be overly sweet from all the sugar she consumes. She kind of is stuck in the middle of everything always. Doesn’t stand out much but is also loved dearly. Shirako likes going to the tea shop to harass her for sweets and drinking the matcha she makes.

紫/Murasaki: (purple) 13 yrs old. Supposed to be the last child in the family. Then Shirako came along… She’s a gremlin child but actually knows how to use a katana unlike Shira and knows when to compose herself. (Shira but with manners) Tentative successor to the moms bloodline since she had some semblance of diplomacy in her likes to read and has good medic skills from patching Shira up all the time. She spends her spare time weaving straw hats and selling them, so she can save up on cash to buy more books.

[adoresia]

— Morning Monologue

pairing : Dad!Gojo satoru x reader

synopsis : The comedic chaos of parenthood unfolds as Gojo Satoru rambles on about his dreams for his baby in the early morning light. While Gojo’s enthusiastic monologues flow freely, his little one’s unimpressed expressions provide a humorous contrast. This light-hearted tale captures the blend of love and laughter that defines their bond, showcasing Gojo's playful spirit and the delightful challenges of being a dad.

warnings : nothing just fluff

sierra speaks : based on DDG and Halo cause they’re tooo funny 😭😭

It was barely dawn, sunlight creeping through the curtains, and the entire apartment was quiet—except for Gojo Satoru, who was wide awake and talking non-stop. He was lounging in bed, his silver hair messy from sleep, but his voice still full of that typical Gojo energy, as he rambled on and on to the tiny baby cradled in his arms.

“Y’know, being the strongest sorcerer in the world is kinda like being the best dad,” Gojo mused, staring at his baby’s wide eyes. “No pressure, just perfection in every department. You’re lucky, kiddo, you’ve got me to show you the ropes. Infinite Void? You’ll be a natural.”

Your baby—still too young to even comprehend the wild words flying over his tiny head—looked up at him, blinking, seemingly processing none of it. Instead, his expression was... well, let’s say less than impressed.

You were laying on the other side of the bed, half-asleep, but listening to this morning monologue unfold. It was a regular occurrence at this point—Gojo waking up, deciding that 6 AM was the perfect time for his fatherly wisdom. The baby had no choice but to listen, a captive audience to Gojo’s self-proclaimed brilliance.

“And you’re gonna have the coolest techniques, just like me. You’ll have all the girls—well, maybe not all the girls, 'cause you know, I’m taken,” he said with a wink in your direction. You let out a soft snore to pretend you were asleep, hoping to dodge the goofiness. Gojo chuckled before turning back to the baby. “But anyway, you’re gonna be the coolest kid in Jujutsu society. And don’t get me started on that hair—everyone’s gonna love it. You got my genes, so we’re basically unbeatable.”

The baby squirmed, still half-listening (if that). But then, there it was—the moment you'd been waiting for: Your baby gave his father the dirtiest side-eye you had ever seen. Even at this young age, your baby had inherited the sass. The look was a mixture of annoyance and “can you not?”—like he was silently begging for some peace.

Gojo froze mid-sentence, his eyes widening in mock horror. “Oh, so that’s how it is, huh?” he said, feigning heartbreak. “You’re already tired of me? My own flesh and blood? I see how it is. Fine, I’ll just—" He dramatically rolled over to the other side of the bed, away from the baby. “I’ll be over here, not talking, since apparently I’m too much for my own child.”

The room was silent for a beat—until you couldn’t hold it in anymore. You burst out laughing, turning over to face them. “Gojo, if you don’t leave my baby alone!”

Gojo rolled back toward you, grinning that signature smile, like he knew exactly what he was doing all along. “Just trying to pass down some of the legendary Gojo wisdom. Can’t help it if my kid’s a little too young to appreciate it.”

You shook your head, still laughing. “He’s not even a year old, Satoru. Give him a break.”

Gojo smirked, leaning in to give the baby a gentle kiss on the forehead. “Alright, alright. I’ll save the life lessons for later. But just wait till he’s old enough to understand—then he’s in for it.”

You smiled, watching them both. Even though Gojo’s constant chatter could be a lot—especially so early in the morning—there was something endearing about it. He was fully committed to this dad thing, and even when the baby wasn’t feeling it, Gojo made sure to bring the fun, every single time.

[meep-moops-stuff]

Safe and Sound - Sidney Crosby x Reader

this is part 1 I hope everyone enjoys !! It’s based off the song by Taylor swift :) I thought it would be best for this next series.

Sidney Crosby had a game that night. A cold, wet nighttime game. The weather was awful; rain in the streets and soaking leaves falling from the trees. Which is why y/n chose to stay in the comfort of her own apartment; her safe space.

The penguins ended up winning, 3-1, with two goals from the captain.

“Not bad for an old man” y/n thought, knowing Sidney hated when she uses that nickname with him.

Watching the game in her own sanctuary, wrapped up in the safety of blankets, despite the howling wind outside.

Her phone buzzed at 9:34pm.

He always calls at this time, what a superstition

Y/n hesitated but answered, smiling as Sidney appeared on the screen.

“Hi Sid” she said quietly, like she’s still not used to this ritual.

“Hey kiddo. Did you watch the game?” He asked. Sidney was in the corner of the locker room, the other players making noises in the background with their family members.

Y/n was not even close to being ready to see a game in person, sitting with the other family members and seeing Sidney after games. She was not used to that yet, and Sidney respected that.

“Yeah I watched it. Two goals isn’t bad for my old man” she said jokingly, her voice shaking.

Sidney rolled his eyes playfully, “gee thanks so much I really appreciate it.”

“Are you doing okay? The weather is awful and I know the power at your apartment isn’t the best so I want-“

“Yes Sidney I’m fine. The power hasn’t turned off yet.” She interrupted him before he could start to ramble about her safety in terrible weather.

“Ok ok ok. I’m just making sure. But if the power does go out you’ll-“

“I’ll call you, no matter the time of day”

Sidney smiled and sighed to himself; nothing that sometimes he can get a bit out of hand when it comes to y/n.

“I’m sorry, I just don’t want you freezing In the apartment.”

Always so dramatic she thought.

“Other than that, how are you doing? Are you alright?”

Y/n’s smile fell a little bit at the question.

This was all new to her; having an adult checking in with her daily to make sure she’s ok. It was different, and Sidney knows this.

“I’m…alright” she said softly, not looking at Sidney.

“Y/n. Look at me”

She looked at the screen and Sidney was smiling softly, his eyes showing affection.

“You don’t have to worry about making me upset with your feelings. I’m here to listen and help you.” He said quietly.

“I know and I appreciate it but it’s…gonna take a while” she mumbled, playing with the thread of string on her blanket.

“I know it is. But I won’t stop asking. You’re important to me now.”

Y/n scrunched her nose at the comment, feeling weird that she’s actually important to someone for once.

“Ok well…since we won, Sully canceled practice for tomorrow. I was thinking I could stop by? We can grab coffee at this cafe near me and it’ll be nice and no one will bother us.” Sidney said excitedly.

Y/n smiled and nodded, “sure I’d love to.”

Sidney smiled even bigger.

“That’s my girl. How about I get you at 10am?” He asked.

She nodded and Sidney could tell a fear was lingering in her eyes.

“We’ll be safe there, sweetheart, I promise.” Sidney said softly.

Y/n took a deep breath and nodded.

“I’m just…not used to being seen with someone as big as you and I don’t want the media to-“

“They won’t sweetheart. And if they do, I’ll handle it. I promise you’ll be safe and sound with me, ok? Just trust me” Sidney said.

Y/n smiled, and as soon as she was about to say something else, she could hear Evgeni Malkin from the other end of Sidney’s phone.

She giggled, “I’ll let you go out and celebrate. Bye Sidney”

Sidney smiled, “bye y/n. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“BYE Y/N! WE’LL MAKE SURE HE SAFE!” Malkin yelled from the background.

The call ended and y/n plugged her phone into her charger, placing the phone on the nightstand.

she had class later in the day tomorrow, and for once she wasn’t worried about it. She was worried about being seen with Sidney Crosby.

She closed her eyes, despite the lingering anxiety of being known as the “mysterious” girl with Crosby.

She replayed his words in her head; how he’d handle it if it ever got to that point of intruding into her life.

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The next morning, y/n heard a knock at her door. 9:58am.

always early

She opened the door and there was Sidney, standing in the hallway.

“There’s my favorite girl!” He exclaimed. He pulled her in for a little side hug, and y/n hugged him back. Sidney smelled of a fresh shower and cologne.

They headed out and towards his car, a car y/n thought of as “expensive”, which always made Sidney laugh.

The crisp autumn air bit at their cheeks as Sidney parked and opened the door for y/n to step out.

“You didn’t have to do that.” She mumbled as she got out, Sidney shutting the door and smiling.

“Yes I did. You deserve all the kindness.”

Do I really though? This is all too much.

Sidney and y/n walked to a small, tucked away cafe. It wasn’t flashy, and it made her anxiety go down. Sidney led the way inside, the fresh smell of coffee wrapping around them. They headed towards the line, y/n looking at the menu.

What if Sidney realizes I’m too much? And what if I ruin his career. And what if-

“Y/n?”

She snapped out of her thoughts and realized they were already up at the cash register.

She cleared her throat, her cheeks turning red.

“Yeah I’ll have a uh vanilla hot latte? And your classic breakfast sandwich please.” She said softly.

Once Sidney ordered, he gave the cashier his card.

Y/n’s breathing hitched in her throat, and she took a deep breath out through her nose.

He wants to do this. He’s not like your real father. He cares. Just let him in.

Y/n took the number the cashier gave her and they picked out a booth next to some windows.

“You know this coffee places reminds me of the one I used to see you at all the time.” Sidney said as he took his jacket off.

Y/n froze. He remembered? He remembered her at that cafe?

“You remembered?” She blurted out.

Sidney looked caught off guard, but chuckled softly.

“Of course I remember. Why wouldn’t I?” He asked, as if he was offended almost.

Y/n cracked her knuckles under the table and shrugged, but smiled.

“I don’t know. This is all new to me so…I’m sorry” she mumbled.

Sidney reached across the table, his hand opened. Y/n stared at his palm and slowly put her right hand in it, trembling a little bit.

Sidney closed his fingers over her hand, rubbing her knuckles with his thumb.

“I know it’s new and it’s probably scary, but we are taking this one step at a time. I care, I promise.”

Y/n smiled as Sidney squeezed her hand before letting go, seeing their food being brought over.

[severussnapesekitten]

Animagus!Severus Snape x Animagus!Reader

Hiiii!! This is actually my first ever… writing story thing?? 😭😭

Idk!! I’m new to this ya’ll anyways I only write fluff and maybe a little angst.. maybe. will only write for Snape and a few other characters!!

Ahh this is getting long!! (Sorry) I just read something on here and fell in love with it, (I used the same gif) and I wanted to write my thoughts on it!!

Hope you guys enjoy my first ever rambling because there’ll be a lot of it 😘

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He never knew you were like him, obviously all the clear signs fell on deaf ears..well I guess it would be sight in this situation- anyway you know what im trying to say

You were always sleepy during the day, like him. You slept in your office under your desk when you really couldn’t make it to your common room or under somewhere with the darkest shade, like him. When you’d yawn you would cover it incase of trying to cover a screech that might slip out, like him.

How couldn’t he have noticed? How couldn’t he have noticed by the fact that every dinner, breakfast and lunch you mostly stacked your plate with fruit. It was right in front of his eyes!! He was always curious about you, glancing at you for a second longer than he should, and only looking away once you looked in the direction of who could be burning holes at your head? You guys got along tho, sitting by each other at the quidditch games you with either an apple or a banana to go with it, or you guys in each other’s offices simply grading away with you having sweet peach tea, and that is when he simply couldn’t hold in his curiosity, asking the big question.

“Why do you eat so much fruit?” He questioned, eyeing your tea standing over your desk as he set down the pen he borrowed.

You smiled cheekily, “you want me to share my biggest secret?” You set your pen down looking up at him gleefully.

“..is this ‘big secret’ gonna give me a headache?” He scowled a little.

You giggled “just watch!” You smiled and stood up. Your cloak wrapped around you until you suddenly poofed into the form of a small fruit bat, flapping your wings to land on the end of your desk, close to him. You showed off your fangs by smiling cheekily.

You squeaked out, “tada!”

He raised an eyebrow and sighed. “That explains.. a lot.”

You tilt your head “huh?”

“You’re exactly like me.” He grumbled and his cape then enveloped him, and he poofed into a bigger fruit bat flapping his own wings and landed on your desk next to you. He quirked his head as to say ‘what?’

“Woah! You’re really cool sev!” You smiled and he hummed. “Though.. why are you.. bigger than me?” He scoffed “do you really think I’m going to be the same size of bat, when I’m taller than you in human form?” He held in a chuckle. “No fair!” You huffed.

(Pretend this was all in echolocation ty😭)

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At night when you two would get to patrol the area for any sneaking out kiddos, or any scary intruders you would be in your bat forms flying around, use echolocation to communicate. It was like a game of sorts. To see who could patrol faster, and who could run into another first. Sometimes you guys play around in that abandoned tower in a game of chase. Sometimes he wins, sometimes you win!

He never really liked having his bat form when he was younger, the kids would pick on him for it even more. But when he saw how enthusiastic you were about it, and how fun it was playing silly children’s games at the dead of night is when he finally realized how good it felt to embrace all sides of him, especially you by his side pushing him out of his comfort zone once in a while.

But, always remember to never turn on a classrooms light if you don’t see a teacher in it. Because if you do, you might get jump scared and scolded by a very angry Snape for being inconsiderable about others who might be sleeping still, and you, who is trying to calm him down saying how the student didn’t know any better!

There’s no doubt about it that, that student will go around telling everyone they saw professor Snape and the sweet nice professor who were just in their bat forms cuddling, hanging from the black chandelier in Snapes classroom.. :)

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Phew! First rambling down.. a lot more to go!!

[delusional-dinosaurr]

God, Just Kiss Me Already! (Leah Williamson x Reader)

"Oi Y/N! Quit your staring and pass!" Katie McCabe yells at you, snapping you out of your trance. You do as you're told and pass her the ball.

You've been playing for Arsenal for 6 months now and you love it. You've bonded well with the team but already you've already started crushing on a team mate, Leah. She took you under her wing when you first joined the team, as a midfielder you and her trained a lot together defensively which was great for you. Not so great for your ever-growing crush on her as you were forced to be up close with her most of the time.

"When are you gonna make a move kiddo?" Katie asks whilst grabbing your shoulders, following your gaze to Leah who is doing some drills with the others. "I'm not going to, we both need to focus on football. Plus she's way out of my league McCabe! Like look at her, she's beautiful, a captain, funny, great music taste, she's got every person in England dribbling over her since the euros and I don't blame them! She needs to stop being so distracting" You rambled whilst Katie sighs at you going off on a tangent as per usual. You sit down on the floor on the side-lines and put your knees up and your head in between them. What you didn’t expect is a different voice to chime in on the situation instead of Katie. "Who needs to stop being so distracting?" You heard the muffled Aussie accent of Steph as your knees were blocking your ears. "Leah fucking Williamson, that's who needs to stop being so distracting" You sigh and tuck further into your knees. "How am I distracting Y/N?" You then recognised a different voice, a sultry tone, which is definitely Leah's. "Ah Steph, Jonas asked for us to go meet him! We will leave you guys to it!" Katie whisks Steph away leaving you alone with Leah at the edge of the training pitch. You shook your head at Katie's attempt to leave you alone with Leah "Now that dumb and dumber have left us alone, how am I distracting?" She asks. You know it's now or never, you could confess, or bottle it up forever. You take in a deep breath to calm your nerves. "I just... Feelings" You blurted out hanging your head down. "If it helps, I like you Y/N, and I do also find you very distracting" Leah says quietly whilst cupping your face. "I really like you, to the point you're all I can think about" You sigh. Leah smiles in response to your confession and hugs you.

She places a delicate kiss on your cheek as she leans away from your hug, causing you to instantly glow red. "Wanna come over tonight? We can order some food and talk over all of this" She smiles at you, you instantly nodded and smile back.

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Jonas is calling you all back over to call and end to training. You feel more confident already after your talk with Leah that you jog over with a big smile on your face. As training ends you all return back to the locker room to get changed into casual clothing. As you lift your training shirt you can't help but notice Leah watching you from afar, you send a wink her way and now it's her turn to blush. Just to wind her up a bit you stay in your sports bra and joggers as you're still fairly warm from all the running around. You walk over to Katie and Leah as you're ready to leave and you had promised to give them a lift home. "Y/LN! Put a shirt on will you, you're gonna kill skipper" Katie chuckles whilst nudging Leah who's blushing even harder. "I can't find my shirt so unfortunately no can do!" You grin looking at Leah. Katie throws you a shirt to put on, Leah internally thanking Katie for it. You put on the shirt to realise it's got Williamson written on the back. Leah goes wide eyed when she spots the shirt "Can we go now? I'm really tired" you agree and give her and Katie a lift home. 

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Leah still invites you in after the agreement to talk earlier, you were nervous yet excited to talk about what you and Leah are. As you walk into her house and take it all in, she's very neat and the house has a warm feel to it. "So uh, how'd you like my shirt? Think the name looks good on me?" you grin at her as you sit down on the sofa, knowing now what this talk is going to be about. You might as well tease her for a bit of entertainment. "You're very cheeky.. You know that Y/LN?" She says, giving you a knowing look. "I have no idea what you're talking about" You say as you lean in closer to her, your faces an inch away. You gaze down at her lips and feel your breath catch in your throat. "God, just kiss me already!" Leah says impatiently as you lean in and kiss her. Your stomach is doing flips, you feel butterflies in your chest, you feel all tingly as a result of finally kissing Leah. "Hey Leah I think I left my-" Beth walks in from the other room, you forgot they were housemates whilst she and Viv were house hunting "Woah never mind, I'll catch you lovebirds later! McCabe is gonna love this!" She sings whilst she jogs out the room. "So uh, where were we?" You smile whilst leaning in again, connecting your lips for that same feeling as before. You end the night in Leah's bed, nothing inappropriate of course, just some kissing and cuddling, discussing where you will go for your first date. You finally feel complete knowing that you both feel the same about each other, and you can't wait for your first date with Leah.

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Sorry it’s been so long since my Alessia post! I’m still working on a pt.2! I’m think of an Alexia or Ona fic next? Feel free to request or throw me some inspiration! <3

[superherotiger]

YO bestie gonna require you to ramble more about those kids and parents from the outsider pov fic thanks

AHHHH BESTIE YOU BETTER LOCK IN BECAUSE I'M ABOUT TO GO FERAL-

If there's one element of the Outsider POV that owns my soul, it's the X-23 kids and everything surrounding them. Like look at this list- LOOK AT IT!

I've thought about them so much it's unhealthy 🤣

I tried to keep it as accurate to Logan (2017) as possible, using all the kids names I could find on the wiki and then added a couple extras to make it to the lucky number 23. The extras are shown with a green square and have some fun little references included! Alex is named after Riptide's actor Álex González, Theresa is Banshee's daughter in the comics, January is named after Emma Frost's actress January Jones, and I chose Ace for Gambit's kiddo because PUNS okay? I needed at least one hahah!

My memory is a little rusty but I believe the bolded names meant the parent was still alive, but that could change if I saw an opportunity to include more of the parents that never got to be.

Anyway, I'm about to ramble hard about the kids so I'll chuck it below the read more to spare some of you 🤣

Okay so straight off the bat, I wanted to explain why Laura is X-2 not X-23 she normally is. I knew from the start that I wanted Luna to be younger than Laura so that meant if Laura was X-23 and Luna was a later number, it wouldn't exactly be the X-23 program anymore. To get around this I thought the in-universe reason for it being called the X-23 program would be because they successfully cloned only 23 subjects using the limited amounts of DNA they had in store. Some DNA they had more of (hence Nature Girl having multiple clones) while others they only had small amounts to work with, which is a reason why the doctors were hesitant to get rid of Luna considering she was all that was left of Pietro (and as a result Magneto's) DNA. And that's how Luna became X-22 and Laura became X-2 (in a sort of half reference lol).

I love the idea of the older kids looking out for the younger ones. We see in the movie that they clearly had tight bonds despite their horrible treatment and I really wanted to play into that for the fic, showing how they really relied on each other to get through and were still normal kids at the heart of it all. The more I write about them though the more I wish some of them had survived because they're all so sweet and deserved so much better (yes I know I'm the one that wrote them dying, it was for the plot hush 🤣)

I’m not sure if I’ve explicitly mentioned it before but the Avalanche in this AU is based on an older version of Lance Alvers from X-Men: Evolution. As heartbreaking as it was, I loved writing Lance’s reaction to finding out that Rictor had died. I think he would’ve been so proud of his son for being such a strong leader for the other kids, and he’s very similar to Peter in that he doesn’t hesitate to consider Rictor his own child. It’s interesting because Peter and Lance are kind of parallels, with the main difference being that one of their kids survived and the other didn’t. We’ll get to see a bit more of Lance in the next chapter which I’m super hyped for!!

I touched a bit on Sabretooth’s feelings towards having a clone kid in my last ramble, but Gambit is also a really interesting one too. We’ll see it briefly in the next chapter, but I imagine there’s this deep sadness in Gambit that he prefers not to think about. While Sabretooth acts abrasive and dismissive, Gambit puts on a sort of “I wouldn’t have made a good father anyway” vibe so he doesn’t have to tackle just how much the situation hurts.

I’m really excited to show Storm and Jean’s reactions to learning about their kids and how they grieve in different ways. While Jean is desperate to know as much as possible about Joey even if it’s painful, Storm can’t bear the thought of all that Delilah went through and gets angry that they were so close to saving the kids but not fast enough.

This isn’t one we’ll touch on for a long time, but holy shit FABIEN FUCKING CORTEZ having a clone is one of my favourite details. Like bro, I haven’t even written the Fabian POV yet, but I think about it all the time. I don’t want to spoil too much, but the Fabian POV takes place years before anything else that’s been posted for the series and includes an event that changes Peter and Erik’s dynamic in a detrimental way. Like ongoing trauma kind of way. Changed the course of their lives kind of way. And I just imagine Erik seeing Fabian’s name as the DNA source for Jonah and being like “What the FUCK” whereas Peter is having war flashbacks like “cool cool that’s going in the vault 😀”. If I ever did touch on this plotline, I’d want it to be an older Luna trying to learn more about the other parents of the kids and realising oh fuck there’s actually beef between their family and the Cortez’ and how she reconciles that with the memory of her beloved friend.

I would talk more about Laura and Luna, but I don’t want to spoil all the fun things I have in store for their characters!!! So thank you for letting me ramble again, it’s been a blast and my brain has been going BRRR in the best way possible!! Love you dearest!

-Superherotiger

Send me an ask about the backstory of any of my fics and I’ll ramble!! ✨

[itslikeaspaceship]

She’s not used to this kind of affection really. It’s odd, scary kind of, the way he’s so gentle with her. Maybe it’s because after the hospital she was convinced it was a one-time thing, that he’d only done it because she was to fragile for him to treat her any other way, but the longer they lived in Jackson the more she realized that Joel was just like this.

For such a large man, he was so insanely attentive.

At times it was even intimidating.

She remembers the first time he’d ever wiped food off her face. He had sighed beforehand, staring at her as she rambled on and on to Tommy about whatever dinosaur she was currently fixated on. She could see him out of the corner of her eye, and every second that passed with him staring at her, the more she’d talk. This wasn’t the first time adults had gotten mad at her for being excited, but Ellie wasn’t gonna back down just because he wanted some quiet.

Eventually the sighing stopped and he instead reached out his hand toward her face. That’s when she flinched.

Joel was a tough guy, sure, but she’d never gotten the impression he’d hit her. Apparently she was wrong.

She pulled back, taking a deep breath to prepare for the sting, but nothing happened. Peeking open an eye she saw that his thumb was resting against her chin, and he was simply just frozen in place. Even Tommy had stopped eating.

“You had some soup on your face kiddo.” He said, clearing his throat.

“Oh.” She leaned back into his hand then, allowing him to swipe his thumb along the juice on her face.

The rest of dinner was quieter, and she knew they were watching her, silently talking back and forth with their eyes.

It wasn’t like it was that big of deal, FEDRA agents did it all the time, it’d just been so long that he’d taken her by surprise.

Joel however didn’t see it that way.

When they’d gotten home, he’d ushered her inside, sitting her on the couch and demanding her to stay there. “I’ll be right back, don’t move.”

She listened for about five minutes until curiosity got the better of her and she ended up peeking through the curtains. She watched as he paced back and forth, jaw clenched while he muttered to himself.

She couldn’t understand why he was so angry about this. It wasn’t like she actually thought he was gonna hit her, it was mostly just muscle memory, and besides, it was a normal adult thing to do. Right?

When a kid messes up, that kid gets punished. She was talking to much when he might’ve wanted her to stop, so he was punishing her. Except obviously he wasn’t and maybe he was mad because she was convinced he was.

She bit her lip at the thought. Why wouldn’t her brain just fucking shut up for once?

“Ellie.” The door creaked and she jumped from her spot at the window, throwing herself back down on the couch.

Joel’s footsteps were heavy as he made his way to her, but his face wasn’t as harsh as before. She couldn’t decide if that comforted or scared her.

“Look Joel-”

“No ma’am.” He said, one finger flying out from his clenched fist. “It’s my turn to talk.”

Her breath was caught in her throat at that. Maybe she was wrong, maybe he was angry at her.

He was quiet for a moment, mouth opening and closing until eventually he began to speak. “When we were at dinner tonight, and I went to get that food off your face, why in gods name did you flinch?” Maybe he could see the fear in her then, and so he made sure to clarify. “I’m not mad, I promise, I just wanna know. I need to know.”

Even then she wouldn’t look at him, eyes glued to whatever surface looked the most interesting at the time. “It’s not even that big of a deal Joel. I knew you weren’t gonna hit me.”

From the corner of her eye, she saw his own widen for a split second. “Ellie.”

She groaned, tossing her head back. “Seriously Joel can you just let it go. I get it, I had food on my face and you were wiping it off. Now I wanna go to bed.”

She tried to jump up from the couch, feet carrying her as fast as she begged them to go, but Joel was faster.

“Ellie we are not done here.” He grabbed her wrist, making her jerk around.

“I don’t understand why you’re making such a big deal about this. It’s not your fucking problem.”

“The hell it isn’t. Ellie you thought I was gonna hit you, your insane if you think that’s not something we address.”

And maybe it was the confusion about this whole situation, but something in her snapped. “Why the fuck do you care?! You said it yourself, you’re not my dad, and I’m not your fucking kid so stop acting like this is something it’s not.”

She saw hurt flash in his eyes then and it made her feel physical pain knowing she was the one who caused that, but for some reason her mouth just wouldn’t stop.

“I know your pissed okay, but just let it go. It’s none of your business and-” Suddenly his arms were reaching out, and though she tried to fight it, he was wrapping them around her, pulling her as close to him as possible.

She didn’t react at first, body tense and arms straight at her side, but then Joel did something he’d never done before. He kissed her head.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered against her hair, his lips falling against her temple once more.

For some reason every bit of fight left her body then, and she completely crumbled against his chest, arms looping around him and squeezing him as tight as she could.

“I’m so sorry kid.” She didn’t mean to cry, but a few tears escaped anyway, and she just wiped her face on his shirt, relishing in the utter warmth it brought.

“I’m sorry that I ever made you feel like you were anything less then my kid.” He rubbed her back as he spoke, voice so gentle she swore it wasn’t really him talking. “And I would never ever hit you. No matter what you do, how bad it is, we keep our hands to ourselves. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” She whispered.

After that day, he saw the incident as cause to treat her like actual glass. His hands were so light everytime he touched her, cradling her against him like she was this precious thing. It was so confusing.

It would be different if she didn’t care, it wouldn’t bother her so much, but it hurt worse when she started craving it, and it became almost a problem when her body felt as if it was failing just because he didn’t kiss her head bye.

There was one day where he was leaving for an early patrol, and of course, he was late. And instead of the regular forehead kiss and Joel hug, he just yelled out his goodbye and ran out the door, promising he’d be back before dinner.

She hated that day. Every hour that passed all she could think about was how she wanted Joel. She didn’t eat lunch and barely touched her dinner.

Joel stared at her the whole time, trying to gently encourage to take a few bites, but it was like a switch flipped. Sure Joel was here but she hadn’t felt him, so why would she want to do anything at all?

“Ellie?” He gently toed her with his boot, eyes all soft and easy. “You gotta eat something baby.”

She just shrugged her shoulders, pushing some more food around with her fork. “I’m not hungry.”

“Not even for cheesy potatoes?” He said lightheartedly, putting his fork on her plate. And despite her mood, she couldn’t help but smile.

Cheesy potatoes were in fact her favorite, but the catch was, she never put them on her own plate. Instead, she let Joel get them in bulk and then she’d steal whatever she wanted from the pile, knowing he’d finish the rest. He always teased her about it, telling her to get her own food, but she saw the smile and the little shakes of his head that came with it, indicating he was in fact amused.

But tonight she hadn’t even looked at him or touched his plate for that matter, she opted instead to stare at her own food and dwell on why she felt so weird. It was a feeling she assumed that not even cheesy potatoes could fix.

“No.” She sighed, putting down her fork altogether.

Joel looked absolutely flabbergasted at that. “You’re not eating cheesy potatoes? The world must be ending. You feelin okay?”

She shrugged for probably the millionth time today. “Yup, just not hungry.”

He gave her a hesitant look, stopping his movements as well. “Hey, you sure?”

Fuck, why did he have to be so nice about it? So fucking gentle?

“Mmhm.” She mumbled, running her sleeve across her face to catch those stupid tears she hadn’t even meant to cry.

“Ellie.”

“No it’s good, I’m good.” She gave him what was probably the least assuring smile ever, and picked her fork back up to push some more food across her plate.

Joel didn’t like that, and so he stopped eating altogether. “Why don’t we just go home?”

She knew it wasn’t a question, and yet she still argued. “No it’s fine Joel, just finish your food, you’re hungry.”

“Mm, not really.”

“Jo-”

“I think I’ve had enough cheesy potatoes to fill both of us for a week, let’s go home.” Though this statement was said with love, she heard the demand in it. It was time to go home.

“Okay.” She said quietly, slipping on her jacket and racing out the door.

More tears threatened to spill over as she raced to the house, feeling Joel’s stare as he walked behind her. She didn’t understand why he couldn’t just fucking let things go. They didn’t need to talk about everything, which of course was what he was gonna do, but things would all be so much easier if he would just fight with her. If they would yell and scream, hell, sometimes she’d prefer him to just dig a hole and throw her in it. For some reason she felt it would hurt less then actually telling him what was the matter.

It would also be less embarrassing.

She swears she’s in the clear when she pushes the door open, already forming a plan to get him off her back, but she’s barely even inside for a minute before he’s right behind her, telling her to stop.

“Ellie.” That’s all it takes, one single word and she’s turning around, feet glued to the ground.

“I’m going to bed.” It’s defiant, an opening to an argument, but it’s easier then admitting what she really wants.

“No ma’am you’re not, sit down.” He points to the couch, slipping his coat off and tossing it on the rack.

Every muscle, every bone in her body says to keep walking away, to start a fight. But her mind won’t let her. She must stand there for what feels like forever debating whether or not it’s worth it, but when Joel looks at her, eyes still soft besides the gruff sound to his voice, she caves immediately. With a groan she begins stomping over to the couch, hearing Joel mumble something about dinosaur feet on his way to her.

Any other day she’d laugh, come back with some stupid statement about how he’s older then a dinosaur, but all she can think about now is the way he gently placed his hand on her shoulder when he walked by, how the place where it was is warm and tingly. How she feels like there’s a piece missing from her just because it’s gone.

“You gonna tell me what the hell is goin on or am I gonna have to beat it out of ya?” He says it with a smile, a ploy to get her to laugh. She doesn’t.

“Nothings wrong.”

“That’s not what I said.” He replies, hands clasped in front of him as he leans forward. “Talk to me kiddo.” He just stares then, waits for her to speak, to yell, anything. But she feels stuck, like she’s walking through quicksand, going so far down she can’t breathe, can’t see anything other then her own fear.

“Ellie hey,” He grabs her hand, running his thumb over her knuckles. She cracks a little more, eyes growing misty as she feels his callouses touch her newly soft skin. Why is this so hard?

“Look at me honey.” He crouches down, hands on her knees. There’s warmth everywhere on her body now, reaching from the tips of her toes all the way up to the top of her head, and yet somehow she’s still so fucking frozen in place.

“I can’t” She croaks out, a little sob shaking her upper body.

This obviously scares him, she feels it in the way his jaws ticks a bit, his hands tightening their grip on her own. “Ellie I promise you, whatever it is, no matter how bad it is, you can.”

She fights for a little while longer, Joel’s thumbs keeping her grounded as they brush along the skin of her hands and every now and then her knees.

How does she explain this? Where should she even start? Hey Joel, I feel like a fucking mess whenever you don’t hold me all the time because I’m a little baby with absolutely no self-worth and can’t function unless you kiss my head goodbye.

That wouldn’t do. No matter how much it was true, it wouldn’t do.

The frustrations of not being able to voice it made her chest feel even tighter, her fingers instinctively curling around Joel’s as she fought to breathe.

“I can’t.” She says again, eyes closing shut.

She hears him sigh before he readjusts to sit on his butt, hands never moving from hers. “Try.”

“I-”

“Ellie try.”

She inhales deeply, still struggling to find her own footing. It’s like a war inside her brain. Tell him, don’t tell him, back and forth nonstop. The only thing that seems to quiet it is when he lifts her hands to his lips, kissing her knuckles and massaging her tense hands. “Try.” He whispers again, in what she reads as a plea.

But how?

“You know,” The words come before she can even understand what’s happening, and she starts to stop, but he whispers it again and so she keeps going. “You know in the mornings when you like, when you hug me bye or like,” She sighs, still struggling. “I don’t know, when you kiss my head and stuff.”

She thinks she sees recognition flood his face and for a moment can breathe. “Oh Ellie, if you don’t like that just….” Everything goes quiet and her ears start ringing. Just kidding, he doesn’t get it.

“No.” She says quickly, “no please it’s not that.”Confusion now, and she feels even worse. “It’s, I like it when you do that.”

“Ellie I’m not understandin. I’m sorry.” She inhales again, trying not to cry. It’s not his fault he can’t read her mind and it’s not his fault she doesn’t know how to speak it.

“Promise you won’t make fun of me? No matter how crazy.”

“I promise.” He says it with no hesitation, without even blinking. She thinks that’s a good sign.

She takes a deep breath. “I don’t like it when you don’t do that. Like this morning when you left without a hug and you didn’t do anything like at all I thought I was gonna explode the rest of the day.” She’s quiet for a moment. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me?”

Joel gives her a little smile, cupping her cheek. “Baby there’s nothing wrong with you.”

“Yes there is.” She says frantically, pulling everything away from him. “I’m almost fifteen, I should-I should be able to function by myself. I should be able to go to sleep without you around, I should be able to have a normal fucking day at school without needing your hugs. But I can’t do it.”

He opens his mouth to reply, eyes going even softer as he watches all of her frustrations fall into his hands. “Ellie.”

“No there’s-there’s something wrong with me, I know it. I’m like a baby and I shouldn’t-”

“Hey now,” He says, grunting as he moves next to her on the couch. “Don’t talk like that, you’re not a baby and there’s nothing wrong with you.”

“Yes there is.”

“Ellie listen to me.” He guides her eyes to meet his, rubbing his thumb along her cheek. “You’ve gone your whole life without anybody to hold your hand. Nobody to say it was okay when you were scared, nobody to take care of you when you’re sick. And your goddamn tough for that.”

She smiles a bit at that and he takes it as a window to keep going.

“But you’re still a kid, and kids need affection. It’s normal, hell,” He laughs, “Sarah still cuddled the same damn way you do. So it’s okay.” Ellie sniffles, nodding her head at his words. “And really the only difference between that babygirl and this one is that you have a shit ton of catching up to do. But it’s okay.” He repeats it, needing her to get it through her thick head. “You hearin me?”

He leans their foreheads together, his lips gently kissing her temple and she just closes her eyes, reveling in the feeling of his utter presence “Yeah.” She thinks she does.

“Good, now no more theatrics.” He says jokingly, pulling her to his chest. “Okay?”

“Okay.” She laughs, nuzzling into his side.

It’s still not easy really.

It takes her weeks to finally walk up to him and just wrap her arms around him in a hug, but she does it, and a little bit of the weight loosens when he rubs his hand over head.

He takes the whole thing like champ, tries to make it easier for her to come to him. She doesn’t understand what he does differently or if he even changes anything, but everything else seems to just fall into place on its own until eventually it becomes normal for her to randomly walk up to him and fall against his chest. No matter where they are or who they’re with she learns that it’s okay, cause he’s gonna pull her in close and keep her shielded from everything and everyone, every single time.

And now, instead of feeling likes she’s walking through quicksand, it’s like she’s standing in a field of flowers. Easy, safe, and most importantly, home.

[your-queer-dad]

hi, dad!

i made some new friends recently and because i’m in a REALLY small non-toxic fandom, i’m friends (or at least moots£ with most people in the fandom :D

and the best part about the fandom is: everyone is queer (i’m trans, gay & caedaroace), everyone is pro-otherkin (i’m a fictkin) and everyone respects the creators and actors boundaries on not sexualising the characters! (other than two people. but one left the fandom (THANK GOD..) and the other i don’t interact with as much because she’s got some… interesting takes…!).

also it means i’m more focused on making fanfiction for my friends and myself instead of for the kudos and comments because it’s a small fandom.

AND it means i’m not constantly exposed to ableism, because in the fandom i was in there was a canonically disabled character who’s disability was erased after a disabled actor experienced discrimination and people forgot about it and were overall ableist to said character… :(

the fandom is a musical that has explicit queer rep (two gay characters, one nonbinary bisexual character, one genderqueer-coded lesbian character and one pansexual character), an accurate depiction of hypersexuality in two characters, an accurate depiction of an abusive relationship an accurate depiction of an autistic character and also accurate depictions of trauma!! :D

but somehow in an all-queer fandom (aside from one person, but he’s chill!) everyone somehow misgenders the nonbinary character even though they explicitly use they/them and gender neutral terms… (“there’s no way THEY’D help you if you killed THEIR girlfriend”, “a MAGE left the prison, THEY could find you today”, “alright, loverMAGE, we’re going in”, “maddox, her LOVER…” “ the MAGE? what do THEY have to do with this?”) … it’s only like one person that i can see (the person who has the… interesting… takes) but it still pisses me off because they’re made to be nonbinary, but because the actor has long hair and he has makeup on and is trans but uses any pronouns (iirc?) people take that as them being gendered.. :(

the way autism is portrayed in this makes me really happy, because the autistic character is never explicitly mentioned as autistic because it’s a medieval-set musical, but he’s confirmed autistic! he has a personality outside of his special interest—which is birds and nature to some extent—and he also DOES swear (once, but STILL!!!), understand sexual references and hes also sarcastic!!

and the way abusive relationships are portrayed, as someone who was in one, makes me so happy. the abuser is called out on his behaviour multiple times, it’s not fetishised, the victim gets another partner who is everything he needed and it also shows how some victims, after the relationship, still have feelings for the abuser or victimise the abuser jshsns

AND all the characters have personalities aside from being queer while queer & trans love is still a main theme!

all the cast is queer too, and so are the writers! and there’s only one guy in the cast who, to my knowledge, is cis. and the thing that makes me really liek ‘jdhahanaj’ is the fact NO ONE MISGENDERS ANYONE (aside from jordan i mean the person with shit opinions… to the nonbinary character :(()

(sorry if this is really rambly, this is my special interest!!!)

i hope you have a good day/afternoon/evening/night !! (it’s 2AM while i’m writing this, so i’m gonna go to sleep..)

— robin

Hey kiddo!!! That sounds incredible!! What's the name of the musical? I'll have to check it out!

- dad x

[sparkles-rule-4eva]

"Comfort in a Thunderstorm"

Happy Wholesome Sonic and Tails Wednesday!!!! 🥰 So I've actually drawn a ton of things for them but obviously gotta post them one at a time 😂 I had something else planned but then another fic suddenly materialized in my docs so I was like "welp"

Haha, enjoy!

Quick desc: "Sonic & Tails' first thunderstorm experience together."

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Sonic didn’t like the rain.

For one, he wasn’t a big fan of water in general, although he mainly didn’t like being in it. But rain often made it harder to run. He’d lost track of the amount of times he’d slipped in wet grass, or crashed into a mud puddle, or been blinded by a downpour and ran into a tree or something.

He didn’t like it, but he wasn’t afraid of it.

As he was soon to learn, it was a different story for Tails.

It had started sprinkling around the late afternoon, and by sundown it was pouring. The skies were overcast with dark, almost black clouds. They’d need to stop and find shelter somewhere, Sonic decided. It was already hard enough to keep moving during the day in the heavy rain. It would only be worse to try and get through it in the dark.

Tails had seemed unusually quiet. Sure, he didn’t talk a whole lot to begin with, but sometimes his little brother would go on rambles about something new he’d discovered; usually about mechanics and technology. The kid had taken a liking to such things the moment he’d first discovered them, and although he didn’t have any of his own tools and techy stuff yet, he was taking every opportunity to learn as much about it as he could. He’d been fascinated by Sonic’s plane, the Tornado, ever since he’d first laid eyes on it. Sonic had been thinking about buying him a computer or something for his birthday, whenever that was.

Did he actually understand all the stuff Tails told him about? No, not really. But it was fun to listen to him go on and on about his passions.

Tonight, however, his little brother had been silent for a couple hours at least. When Sonic glanced back to check on him, the little fox’s blue eyes were wide and nervous.

He cleared his throat as he stopped for a moment. “You okay, buddy?”

Tails jumped and looked up at him. “Yes!” he answered, a little too quickly. “Where are we gonna sleep tonight?”

Sonic looked up and scanned the horizon. “Dunno yet. I don’t see any trees. We might have to settle for burrowing tonight.”

“We shouldn’t go under a tree, anyway,” Tails protested. “If it starts making thunder, we might get struck by lightning if it hits the tree.”

Sonic looked down at him, surprised. “Oh, okay.” He glanced around. “I just don’t want to get flooded if we go underground is all.”

The little fox stared around for a moment. Something still seemed off about his demeanor, but Sonic couldn’t put his finger on it.

“Well, guess we’ll just keep moving until we find somewhere safe to stay for the night.” He sighed, then held out his hand. “Stay close, kiddo.”

It had taken him a while to get Tails to be comfortable with touch when they’d first met— which, granted, hadn’t been too long ago. A little under a year, perhaps? But Tails had been sensitive to it as a result of the bullying he’d had to endure before Sonic had met him and intervened. So it was safe to say that Sonic was a little taken aback when Tails not only took his hand immediately, he grabbed his entire arm and clung to it with both hands, standing barely a couple inches away from him.

They started walking, although Tails was more shuffling to keep up with Sonic’s longer paces. “You feeling okay, bud?” Sonic finally made himself ask.

His little brother hesitated for several seconds, then mumbled, “I’m just sleepy.”

It had been a long day. “Want me to carry you?”

“…Yeah.”

Sonic stopped walking, turned to crouch down, and held out his arms. Tails quietly climbed into his grasp, and as Sonic stood up again, this time holding his brother against his chest and one shoulder, he realized Tails was shaking. His heart rate seemed a little too fast, too.

But his little brother had already shown he didn’t want to talk about whatever was bothering him, so Sonic just held him close and continued walking, occasionally rubbing one hand over the fox kit’s back.

Maybe five minutes of silence passed before thunder started rumbling in the distance. Sonic kept moving, but he felt Tails stiffen slightly in his arms.

Finally, he spotted a few small caves just beyond the hill they were approaching. “Eureka!” he cheered quietly, and Tails made a tiny noise of acknowledgment. They were just entering the mouth of the biggest cave when a loud crack of thunder exploded just over their heads.

To Sonic’s surprise, Tails yelped at the sound and clung to him ever tighter, whimpering. Sonic just continued to hold him, even as he walked in deeper and sat down against a wall. He was tempted to ask some questions, but figured it was better to just stay quiet and be there for comfort.

Four cracks of thunder and four mini screams from Tails later, his little brother finally said something.

“I-I don’t like thunderstorms.”

“I got that, buddy,” Sonic replied quietly, trying for a teasing tone, but instantly regretted it. Tails probably wasn’t in the mood for jokes and sarcasm.

“That’s okay,” he added, after another few seconds’ hesitation. “You don’t have to be embarrassed. Everyone has fears.”

“Not you,” his brother mumbled.

Sonic paused. While it was true he liked to go about boasting that he feared nothing, it . . . wasn’t necessarily all true. He didn’t fear Eggman. He didn’t fear pain. He didn’t fear death. But . . .

He sighed. “No . . . I have fears too, buddy,” he forced himself to admit, and one of Tails’ ears perked up.

“Really? What is it?”

Oh boy, this was painful, but anything for your family, Sonic supposed. “A couple things, actually,” he confessed, albeit very softly. “I . . . had some bad experiences with water when I was younger. And I never learned to swim, so . . . you could say I’m afraid of drowning.”

Tails’ big blue eyes were bigger than ever. “Really?”

“Yup. That, and . . .”

“And what?”

Sonic exhaled heavily, then leaned back a little so he could meet the fox kit’s gaze more easily. “Losing you. Anything bad happening to you, actually.”

It took a moment, but that actually put a huge smile on Tails’ face. He was still shivering from his own fears, but he looked downright warm and fuzzy inside as he lay back down against Sonic’s chest, a light purr rumbling from his chest. “I love you,” he mumbled through a tired smile.

Sonic had never been one to express emotions or be all sappy, but dang it, everything was different with Tails. “Love you too, bro,” he whispered back, hugging him just a little tighter.

And they stayed like that for the rest of the night. Tails still jumped at every clap of thunder and whimpered here and there, but Sonic just kept holding him. Eventually, surely after another few hours had passed, Tails had fallen asleep, still cradled in his older brother’s arms. Sonic took a few minutes to enjoy the peacefulness of the moment before surrendering to sleep himself.

(again, I made the art before I wrote the fic, so that's why it's a different setting. Although the pic could also just be a general occurrence, not this specific one 🤷‍♀️😂)

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Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed!

[ceylon-writes]

I’ve been thinking of after the 2 year period after the July incident after everyone separated the gang finally get back together (meaning, Meryl,vash,wolfwood, and new member milly) but they missing one more, y/n, and they hear thru the grapevine of some little nobody town they stopped in for the night that a woman of that same name worked at the bar for a while before mysteriously quitting, but she heard that the abandoned little house on the edge of town off yonder she resides in. So they like “well shoot let’s go pick up our friend!” So they go about a good mile or something off in one direction till the houses get sparse and look at that! There’s a isolated house off the edge of town a good distance away and the lights on inside! Let’s knock and see if our gal y/n there! But instead of their friend that answered the door, some 10 yr old boy answers. And vash about to ask him if y/n there but interrupted by a voice yelling at the boy, Kai, they learn is the kid’s name, asking whose at the door!

“Some weird guy in a red coat and his friends!”

Which of course they hear some clanking before a disheveled but slightly older y/n appears, wearing her hair in a messy bun and has a apron with food stains on. There’s a bit of tense silence between 6 people before wolfwood pops up with a “well shit! When you had a kid!? Never told us!” And he’s kinda pissed cause this kid looks to be about 10 and she’s never mentioned about a kid, did she find the kid? Is it somebody else’s kid? But kiddo called her mom so it has to be her kid! Did she just left her kid to go on some adventure?!

“Hey! Long time guys! Hey come in come in! It’s a bit cramped but I’m sure we can all fit! Hey who’s the new girl? My name y/n nice to meet you!” And in her rambling she gets interrupted by myrel,

“you never told us you had a kid.” And there’s the big question everyone wanted to know, whose kid was he? And if it’s hers, did she always had him? And there’s silence a bit before y/n gently shoved the boy, mumbling something about go take care of the thomases out back, boy retorts he wants to stay but a sharp look from his mother shuts him up and he goes towards the back of the house before they hear a door shut.

Wolfwood repeats Meryl’s question, a stern look on his face. Y/n looks at her hands wringing them “yes he’s mine, i never told y’all because two years ago I didn’t have him” and vash is intrigued, “oh so you adopted him?” And this is where the air gets a bit heavier.

“Uh no, I had him about a year and couple months back, he was a suprise”

Wolfwood scoffs “yeah a big suprise! You never told us you had a kid the whole-wait what you mean you had him a year ago? He looks to be about 10!”

“Yeah, he grew fast, was only a baby for a month before he started to walk, and next thing I knew he was at my hip, running around and screaming like any other kid. He grows fast.” Y/n glances at vash, but can’t see the expression he has on his face cause of his glasses, a tense expression on his face, like he knew what she was talking about.

Milly, the newest member, pipe up “do you know who the father is miss y/n?”

Y/n shakes her head “yeah I do, but his father doesn’t know he existed, or didn’t until now I guess.”

Wolfwood catches on. “Wait you saying it’s one of ours? Well I know it’s not mine! He doesn’t look-oh shit, needle noggin.”

It clicks, the brief moments they saw the kid, he had blond hair, and the one in the group with blond is vash.

“It’s yours vash, I didn’t realize I was pregnant until months after the July incident, and I had no idea how to contact you or find you but I couldn’t cause of the kid. I was gonna find some way of telling you as soon as I had a possible hint of where you could be but, instead you showed up here.” Vash is shocked, his mind confused how it could be possible, but if what y/n says is true about the kid growing fast in under two years then it’s possible. “Are you sure it’s mine?”

“Vash your the only one I fucked before the July incident! I fucked no one else the entire time! I mean he has your hair and eyes! And your the only person that’s a plant that would explain why the kid grew up so fast!” Y/n seems irritated at the question vash asked, vash steps back a bit at the volume raised and throws his hands up in a defensive you win pose.

Meryl pops up with more questions, many in her mind but her mouth can only go so fast. “But how? Is it possible for plants and humans to procreate?!”

“Idk! I don’t know if it’s possible but it seems possible since Kai obviously exists in front of us! I mean I never seen no other kid grow as fast as he can! And he’s not even done! I bet in another year he be the size of a teenager!” Y/n throws her hands us defensively, confusion in her voice.

Wolfwood puts a hand on Meryl shoulder “come on, we gotta let needle noggin and y/n talk it out” he gently pushes meryl out the door, milly following them both. Silence floods the room. Vash has been silent since y/n outburst, still trying to reel in the fact that he has a child now, he’s a father.

“I have a son?” He finally speaks up, tears gathered in his eyes, he can’t believe it, in his chaotic lifestyle he never thought he have a kid.

“Yes, his name is Kai, at first I didn’t have a name for him after he was born, still was shocked when after 6 months of nothing showing being pregnant until I kept throwing up and when I went to the doctor and he tells me I’m 7 months along. I didn’t show a bump until the last 2 months and he was so tiny, he was only 3 pounds when he was born, but he grew so fast afterwards, for the first 2 months after his birth I just called him kid, then it turned into Kai and it just stuck” vash moved forward during y/n rambling and gently takes her hands in his, this stops her rambling and she looks in vash eyes and is shocked to see tears going down his cheeks, a wobbly smile on his face, “I’m a father, I-we have a kid!” And it’s now y/n turn to smile.

“yeah, your a father vash”

[dragon-queen21]

hi back again ! sorry for my small absence, my school year just finished and testing is approachin & ive been very stressed ☹️

but this time its gonna be about sanji (like the last two were supposed to) this is actually kind of angsty,, um,,, whoopsie

-i have a hc that during wholecake when sanji was with his family he was actually regressin. i dont think he was fully regressed but definitely wasnt fully big the entire time. please tell me you understand what im gettin at here. the amount of stress he must have been dealin with, unfortunately he needed to cope somehow, kind of angsty i know, but sanji fully regressin the second hes safe and with his crew again, and luffy (and the crew) just being there to help him (they didnt leave his side for hours)

-sanji is the straw hats resident baby like i said in a previous ask i believe that him and luffy regress the youngest, both needin the most care and attention out of everyone else in their straw hats agere universe. hes not as clingy as luffy, but will get fussy if someones not with him

-for some reason i am so diggin usopp watchin lil sanji, I DONT KNOW I FEEL LIKE THEYD HAVE A BLAST

i feel like usopp would be tryin SOOOO hard to helo sanji have a good time considerin usopps not his primary cg

-the girls are the ones who mostly care for sanji when hes little, robin being a little more motherly, and nami bein sweet and spoiling the hell out of him

-sanji called one of the girls “mommy” once and got SO embarrassed. locked himself in the kitchen stress bakin until the one he gave the title too came and talked to him

-once JUST ONCE he called zeff when he was really little and was genuinely tryin his hardest to act big when he was talkin to zeff. i cant imagine how he would react exactly, or if he woukd even understand what was happenin or what agere even was, but he raised this boy he can tell when somethins up. imagine franky, or robin, brook or someone findin him and having to slowwwlllyyy take it away from him and apologize to zeff so he can get back to his job

OKAY IM DONE BECAUSE IM TIRED RAAAH I HOOE YOUR HAVING A GOOD DAY sorry i think this is really difficult from my normal asks/rambles sanji is more personal to me than anyone else on the crew so i think about his highs and lows a lot more than anyone else in the crew! im sorry if its a bit to angsty ☹️

(also sorry i want to drop this,, inosuke agere? real? him regressing and hes just like a nonverbal baby boar. very very energetic kiddo)

(ive also been slightly fixated on ‘metal family’ recently as well. mom the hyperfixations are fightin)

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Hi hi! Good to see ya :D please ignore how long it took me to respond, this has been such a busy week for me and my mental health has been a roller coaster. Ooh I get the stress before tests, praying to Jesus for you that all goes well <3 Make sure to study a little, take breaks, and get a good night sleep before and I bet you will do just great! :D

Okay onto headcanons now~

~Sanji kind of teetering between headspaces is so real. Not feeling safe enough to fully regress but also his brain pushing him to be small because he’s upset and usually being small means getting comfort. He would probably crash and burn for days after once it finally hits him that he’s safe. Practically drunk of off familiarity of his crew.

While I am kind of aware of whole cake I’m not up that point in the anime, if I was I would give you a better comment, but alas :<

~The resident baby prince. Ahhh I love him so much. First thing I thought of is Sanji being sat in the corner with a blanket and some toys content to play by himself, but the moment whoever is watching over him leaves it’s instantly tears and crying. Object permanence who? If the baby can’t see his crew they therefor must have disappeared and left him and he is going to be sad about it forever. Never to be consoled agai- oh wait never mind they’re back now. All is right with the world.

~Usopp watching over anyone would have a blast. Let’s be honest- it’s Usopp. Something about him just screams caregiver coded.

~Okay but Sanji calling Robin “mama” promptly realizing what he’s said because Robin is so shocked she’s not responding, he’s not about to stick around and find out what she thinks of the accidental nickname, and going to stress bake for hours <- the best idea ever. It makes me so happy. Bdbjbcjdnjdnsj (Like I haven’t said this a hundred times before, I’m soft for mama Robin can you tell :3 )

~I’ll raise you one. Calling up Zeff but it keeps happening when Sanji is looking after regressors. The phrase “I’m telling!” gives Sanji a near heart attack. The ex pirate has gotten used to getting calls from little straw-hats, so imagine his shock when it’s Sanji regressed and calling.

These weren’t too different I would say. Besides I absolutely adore angst just as much as I love fluff. Like let the baby’s suffer a bit >:3

(Very real. The most real actually. Inosuke never got to experience a normal childhood. Let. Him. Cope. 👏)

“mom the hyperfixations are fightin”

😭😂 love that

I’ve never heard if metal family before. I do however understand the fight between hyperfixations. (Looks towards the 5,000+ word Genshin Impact fic I’ve been writing and essentially ignoring all my other current projects for) It’s tough being in multiple fandoms, the struggle is real my friend

[qedart]

For the Time Travel AU: life Pete and Tom ever make it to the skies, do they get new callsigns or will they somehow still end up at Maverick and Iceman respectively?

(I love your artwork btw, including the Mando stuff.)

First, thank you so much. I’m so glad that you’re liking the series and my other stuff :D

Now, regarding the callsigns - it’s so funny that you ask because this idea was bouncing around my head just the other day haha.

Full disclosure, I’ve got no idea at the moment. I’m not even sure if we’ll be following the kiddo’s that far down the line (but then again, this series started as a joke about Ice making a dig at Mav and being reminded of ‘the chomp’ and now we’re 14 parts in, so who knows?). 

That said, I definitely don’t think they’ll end up with Maverick and Iceman. By the time they’d be getting call-signs Mav and Ice are either still in the Navy or fairly recently retired, so they still sort of own that legacy. 

Now, for what they could end up with, I mean, the options are endless. 

Thing 1 and Thing 2 or Twiddledee and Twiddledum for the lols variation. 

For serious options:

I thought maybe Icarus could work for Pete. Probably intended as a warning or in a sorta mean-spirited ‘you’ll burn in some day’ way, but I feel Pete would take it as a challenge and run with it (‘So you’re recognising that I’m gonna fly higher than all of you? Good to get that out of the way early.’)

Tom I’m sort of torn between Angel and Duke.

Angel as a carry on from Ice’s ‘Guardian Angel’ status, because that’s one of those things that’s just consistent with those two.

Duke, doesn’t tie in quite as nicely, so follow me here haha. I was thinking Prince initially, as a kind of tie in to the COMPACFLT being perceived as his father/uncle/family, so he’s almost the heir to that legacy, but that just wasn’t really clicking. Duke however has the same connotations, while also being a bit of a nod/dig at Mav (depending on who’s involved in them getting these callsigns) and Tom’s relation to him as well (and also, perhaps, as a warning as well, because the kid is picking up some Maverick tendencies already. 2 or 3 years down the line who knows how much that influence has taken effect lol). Personally I think Tom would take it on with a huge amount of pride, even if it’s intended maliciously (especially if it was intended maliciously). Duke Mitchell is essentially family at that point. His reputation was dragged through the mud for doing the right thing at the wrong time/place. Both Mav and Pete suffered terribly because of that, and now people were still trying to use his name to shame or ridicule or warn people off. To hell with them. He’ll take that name, he’ll wear it like a badge of honour, and he’ll force people to respect it. 

Sooooo - long rambling response, sorry. To put it simply, I’ve got lots of thoughts and feelings but nothing’s concrete. Thanks for asking though!!! It was definitely good to get it all down into words. 

[moonstruckme]

Hi Mae! I’m gonna ramble in your inbox for a sec don’t mind me

So it’s graduation season (as you are very aware, congrats btw!!) and I just graduated high school today and it was great but it was also really sad (and I’m aware this is very dumb to complain about because a lot of people have no one around them to support them and I am very lucky because I do) but I was there alone up until the ceremony started and my family came to watch.

And I know that I wasn’t the only one getting ready alone but it made me kinda sad to see all these kids with their parents helping them get ready and taking care of them and I didn’t have that. And I know that it’s not because my parents don’t love me, they just always have so much going on and I’ve always kinda had to look after myself and I’m usually fine. (And realistically I know if they were there it would probably be way more stressful) but for some reason it just made me really sad. I was struggling to get all my stuff on right so much that the girl in front of me had to help T-T and I just kept thinking that I wish I had a mom there.

Thankfully I had friends there who were looking after me too (one of them gave me free rein of his chocolate pretzels ♥️) and my teachers were all really great but I was literally on the verge of tears all day bc of all the emotions T-T

Also a random guy saw me waiting after the ceremony by myself and just said “congratulations, kiddo” i literally almost started bawling 😭 so I am very lucky that I had more support than a lot of other people, I was just kinda lonely for a bit. (I really hope this doesn’t come across like I’m ungrateful rip)

Anyways that’s all!! I hope things are going well for you!

Hi lovely, I don't think that's dumb to complain about at all!

I actually think I really get where you're coming from, my parents are divorced and often I find it easier to tell them I'm just going to do things on my own rather than mediate who will be with me at what time and where, so lots of the big parent-centered events in my life have been by myself too. I understand that you want to give them credit where it's due, and I think it's a good thing that you still know how much they love and care for you but it's totally understandable to feel sad regardless.

It's so kind and considerate of others to try and step in for you when they see you don't have the support they do, but I know that in the moment that also doesn't always feel great. When I was little my dad never wanted to come to anything and often my friends' dads would take turns doing the thing with me so I didn't feel left out, and that was so so sweet of them but I was pretty embarassed at the time! It's not nice to feel pitiful, and the idea that people are perceiving the same thing as you are in your parents' absence probably didn't make you feel better.

Like you said, none of that detracts from how loved you truly are, and it sounds like you know this already but it seems like you also have all this excess love pouring in from the people around you!! I'm incapable of not looking for silver lining, and to me all those kind people are definitely something to be grateful for, but also I think it's okay to let yourself mope a little if you want to my love. Don't deny how you feel because you think it's dumb or unjustified or anything of the kind! I promise you it's very valid.

Congratulations on your graduation sweetheart!! I'm sure your family are all very proud of you, as well as the friends who were there for you on the day (and me too!!). I hope you enjoy a lovely summer and take some time to reward yourself for all your hard work before whatever comes next <3

[ghost-orca]

Channeling Your Love; Chapter 2

Description: You're a music radio show host in Jackson, Joel meets you, what more can I say?

Warnings: PTSD, Trauma, Future Smut: Just pure fluff for now

You can’t leave

Your breath is hitching, you want to scream

No one’s gonna understand if I let you go

Panic, sweat, tears, all of it taking over you

You’re just gonna have to wait here with me, until you really understand girlie

 You wake up abruptly, sweating and breath heavy. “Goddammit” you whisper to yourself, raising the back of your hand to your sweaty forehead. Looking at the clock on your wooden cart bedside cabinet, you see it’s one minute before your alarm is supposed to go off. You lay back down on the bed, relieved to be where you are. You let the minute pass in bliss, jumping up to your feet in excitement for a new day ahead once the alarm finally goes off. 

You place the needle on your record player and press play to start your morning routine with Make Your Own Kind Of Music by Cass Elliot, starting up the shower. You keep the bathroom door open to enjoy the music.“Singgg your own special song” You sing along as the shower water hits your face, your hips swing side to side along with the song, face beaming with appreciation for a daily shower. You remember being prickly when it came to bathing before the outbreak, getting fussy when your mother insisted you needed to take a shower. Something you learned to never take for granted now. Exiting the shower you dry yourself down with a towel, unable to stop yourself from dancing around your studio along with the music after “Even if nobody else sings alongggg”

 Once you're fully dressed in some bootcut jeans and an old t-shirt, you sit yourself down in your office, writing your cue’s for the day you had planned the previous night, when you wanted to just talk with your audience of Jackson, hoping to build a stronger sense of community through your thoughts, even if it mostly comes off as rambling. Whatever works you tell yourself, at least you're trying. You suddenly hear a knock at your entrance door, surprising you. You walk down stairs to the entrance, opening your door to a young girl with red hair and green eyes. 

“Hey there! I’m guessing your Ellie?” you ask

“Um- yeah! That's me!” She responds, her eyes light up 

“Come on in, I've been so excited to meet you!” You say, holding the door open for her. She agrees to come in with a huge grin on her face.

 Ellie starts showing up at 9am everyday from then on, and you teach her everything there is to know about hosting a radio show for the next three weeks while she keeps her journal on hand, writing down almost everything you have to teach her. She watches you intently as you host, dancing with you whenever you do, asking about different bands and songs she’d find in your various selections. She’d start calling you Radio Queen, or R.Q. for short, and you’d found it endearing. Eventually in time, after playing Heart Cooks Brain by Modest Mouse, which Ellie had suggested to play,  you start speaking into the mic. She’s ready, you think. “Listen up Jackson, I think everyone should know that I've had a lovely young apprentice these last three weeks, her name is Ellie, and if you haven't met her, you should! She’s a really great kid, and if I'm ever out of commission, I think Ellie would be perfect for doing the job in my place.” You look towards Ellie, and she’s beaming with excitement. You give her a wide smile back, feeling a sense of pride. She runs over and gives you a hug once the next song starts and you hug her back. “Thankyouthankyouthankyou!” Ellie says, jumping up and down excitedly. You start to feel emotional in the embrace, holding back tears, “You’re welcome kiddo” is all you can manage.

 An hour passes, and you remember Ellie has to go back home soon, you look at her mouthing  ‘say your goodbyes' after the last song ends, she nods in excitement, running over. “Hey Jackson! It’s Ellie here! I'm sure you heard that I’m gunna rule this station one of these days, and it’s gunna be badass!” She shouts into the mic. You start giggling, waving your hand at her to stop before she’s even begun. A knock at the door is heard. You look to Ellie to encourage her to keep going and go downstairs to answer the door. You're still giggling when you open up the front door, shaking your head. Once you look up you make eye contact with Joel, his hand leaning against the wall with his other hand in his pocket. You didn't know he was thinking about how to pose himself for five minutes before knocking on the door in case you had answered. He gives you a subtle smirk, looking down at you. “Heard Ellie got a promotion.” he piped up, rubbing his fingers together with his hand still leaning his body in the same position. You’re dumbstruck by how he holds himself, straightening your shoulders back to perk yourself up as you clear your throat. “She, um, yeah she deserves it. She’s been working really hard here, and we’ve been having alotta fun.” You respond, shyly making eye contact. His hazel eyes look so pretty. You want to stare into them forever. Joel’s still smirking at you, play it cool, old man he thinks to himself. You both hear Ellie from upstairs “And with that, I bid you all adieu with- Liiizstoo-Listo-whata? I don’t fucking know how to pronounce that but it’s by Phoenix!” Her voice draws out the name as the music starts. 

 You slap your hand against your forehead, cringing in embarrassment “Lisz-to-mania.” you whisper to yourself. Joel chuckles, shaking his head “I’m sorry about that, I’ll be sure to talk to her about it.” You start pumping your fist lightly against your forehead, nodding in agreement. You’re aware that Jackson isn’t a judgemental community, but you try to keep things professional in the most light hearted sense to hold up a certain standard, even in a world that doesn’t care about professionalism anymore. Breathing out a sigh, you let it go as Ellie makes her way downstairs to you and Joel. “Hey kiddo, congrats on your big step up the ladder.” Joel says this as he pulls Ellie into an awkward side hug squeeze, Ellie rolls her eyes. “It’s not that big a deal, man.” Her response makes you pout, you thought it was a big deal honestly. You saw it as Ellie making a big step in continuing what you were trying to rebirth into the world, a small win for humanity in rebuilding. Joel notices your disappointment, nudging Ellie. “Not that I’m not fucking thrilled though!” She responds eagerly looking up at you, Joel nods in agreement, “Yeah and I’m real proud of you kiddo, honest to god I came running straight here to give ya a big hug and tell ya how proud I am when I heard the news from Tommy.” He gives Ellie another tight squeeze. Ellie blows a raspberry in response “Tsk, yeah right old man.” Hiding the blush creeping on her face as she looks away out of embarrassment. 

 You watch the two of them in awe, remembering when your father would come home to you and your mother from work, giving you a big hug and letting you go on and on about your day or whatever “cool” rock you had found. Then your mind flashes back to when he hadn't come home, the TV streaming panic on the news “Everyone needs to stay indoors for safety”, your mother crying over the phone dialing over and over “Pick up, pick up, god please pick up.”

 You interrupt your train of thought, “Well, I should get back to it.” putting a lid on your memories. Joel noticed your mind was somewhere else for a moment, “Uh, sure, d’ya need help with anything before we go?” He’s not even sure why he asked, just felt like he had to when he saw the look on your face. “Nah that’s alright, but thanks anyway.” you say, having fully found your bearings now as you pull your hair back, giving him a nod and smile to show you're alright. He nods, “Alright then, give me a holler if you need anything. Let’s get going Ellie'' he starts making his way back with Ellie, “Thanks Joel. Ellie, I’ll see you at 9 tomorrow?” You ask, “Yep! Seeya!” Ellie waves her hand up in your direction, already walking back a couple steps ahead of Joel leisurely. Joel stops a moment to look bad at you, “Sure you're alright?” he asks out of earshot from Ellie, drawling in a slight whisper with concern in his voice. You look at him as he doesn’t break eye contact, slightly taken aback by his concern for you, but find it endearing. “Yeah, just a bit tired is all.” You manage to answer as you feel your belly start to tighten, cheeks warming up. He smiles and nods again, “Alright then.” pacing his way down to follow Ellie home as you watch his back walk away from you, noticing how defined his shoulders are even in a winter jacket.

 A few hours pass in solitude, two glasses of bourbon in for the night to come to a close for your show. You watch snowfall cover the town as smooth jazz plays, it's so peaceful. You look down at a familiar small box in the cupboard next to your desk. Pulling it out and placing the box on your desk, you lift the boxes covering, staring at a lone silver lighter with the engraving of a topless mermaid, the edges of it smoky and blackened. You take the lighter out of the box, observing it, then switching the lighter on to see if it will still set aflame. It does, and you shudder. Still burning, after all these years you think to yourself. A hidden secret that no one dares to try to uncover. Placing the lighter back into its box and under the cupboard, you sigh, and take a long sip of your drink. 

 As the final note fades out you bring the recorder up to your lips to say goodnight to Jackson with a final song, Weak by SWV “I hope everybody has a somebody that they can dance along to this song with, ‘fore closin’ the curtains'' Your words are a bit slurred from the alcohol in your system. “And with that, I bid y’all a goodnight.” Cutting out you pick yourself up to sway along slowly, snapping along to the beat. Your head spins as you do, “Can’t explain why your loving makes me weak” sung along. A knock at the door makes you jump, and quickly you fix yourself to get ahold of your bearings. Going down to answer the door in frustration you assume it's Maria asking you to take on a patrol job for someone the night before, again. “Maria, I’ve told you before you have to give me atleast a day’s notice to- '' swinging open the door mid sentence, you see it's not Maria, but it is in fact Joel. He looks cold, like he’s been standing there in place for a while, waiting for you - He was, working up the courage to knock on your door- his eyes widened upon seeing you, not expecting that you would really answer. 

 “Sorry-” You start saying at the same time, both surprised at each other's company. “Uh, you go first, sorry.” you're flustered, what is he doing here? You think, but you realize that you're somewhat happy to see him. He looks away from you, rubbing his bearded cheek, embarrassed. What the hell am I doing here? He thinks to himself. “I was uh, I was at the bar and I heard you talking on the radio and thought, you might have wanted some company. It’s my day off tomorrow, so, I don’t gotta get up early.” Your face starts heating up, Is he insinuating what I think he…? It dawns on Joel what he’s just said to you, “I didn't mean it like- I don't- ah christ.” You blink, he is making this so damn awkward you think, you’d almost find it adorable if you yourself didn't feel so embarrassed. I am making this so damn awkward Joel thinks to himself, unable to bear it all. “I should just go, I’m sorry for bothering you so late. G’night.” Before he can make a run for it and huddle in shame in the comfort of his own home you call out his name, “D’you...do you wanna share a drink with me?” You start regretting your words once they come out of your mouth, your legs start to shake. Joel looks at you with surprise, letting the moment go quiet for what feels like ages. “Never mind, sorry, goodnight Joel-” before you could slam the door shut and cringe yourself to sleep, Joel catches his foot between the door and its frame. He holds back a pained groan from the fast impact and sheer strength you put into the doors swing. “Shit! Joel, I am so sorry!” You flail your hands widening the door away from his almost crushed foot. “S’alright” he winces out weakly, he’s trying really hard to act like it doesn't hurt that much, but it really does. “Come on, lemme put some ice on that.” You've fully widened the door to invite him in, and he agrees. 

 You attempt to reach a hand out to him to help him up the stairs, but he just raises his hand up shaking his head, insistent on helping himself up. You book your way to the fridge and open the freezer to grab some ice cubes and make an impromptu ice pack covering a small handful with a cloth hand towel, wrapping it up with the hair tie you were using on your ponytail.

Joel limps his way to your old couch, and sits, feeling the uncomfortable springs in the mattress. Should really get ridda this old thing, or at least replace the mattress, wouldn’t be good for their back, he thinks to himself. You sit yourself down on the couch to give him the icepack you made, telling him to put his foot on your lap, and he hesitantly agrees.

You almost take his shoe off for him but feel it would be overstepping, asking him to take his shoe off for you politely. Once it's removed he places his sock covered foot in between your thighs. You place the towel full of ice cubes against his foot and hold it there for a few seconds. “Be sure to hold this in place for a while.” You tell Joel, he nods, unable to speak or look at you at this point, feeling embarressed. He must be mad at me, you assume. You get up and grab the bottle of bourbon from your office and bring over two glasses from your kitchen cabinet to the coffee table. Pouring each of you a glass, you start by apologizing profusely, “this should help with the pain at least.” you say handing a glass to Joel, and he thanks you, taking a sip…

 You spend the next thirty minutes in silence, slowly sipping your drinks while you sit scrunched up at one end of the couch with Joel’s leg stretched out across it sitting opposite you. You finally decide you should play some music on your record player to fill the dead air. “Is there uh- any music you like Joel?” You ask as you get up to look through your various records that you could play. Joel thinks on this for a moment, and you watch him think with anticipation, excited to learn what makes this man enjoy himself. “Zeppelin. You got that anywhere in your collection?” He finally decides. You start grinning ear to ear, quickly digging through your rock albums stack for your copy of Led Zeppelin III.

Once you place the needle on the vinyl disc, Immigrant Song starts playing. You begin bumping your head along with the drum beat and chords. You turn and see Joel is nodding along as well, mouthing along to the “ah ah ahhh”’s of Robert Plant’s singing, eyes shut while his finger waves along with the melody. You start dancing along casually, staying in place as your arms raise and hips start to sway. In this moment what you share is so precious, two people without a worry in an uncaring and gruesome world. The music starts to fade out and you see him watching you, Joel’s been watching you closely the entire time. Swallowing, like your tongue is stuck in your throat, you turn the music down so as not to disturb any sleeping neighbors and plop down on the couch next to him. He watches you push your hair away from your face as he slowly takes a long sip from his glass, drinking you in. 

 Time passes while you both make small talk about the songs as they play, and you realize Joel has rested his leg on your thighs, must have two songs ago. You’ve both finished your drinks at this point and the stillness in the air makes you notice how fast your heart is beating in your chest. Since I’ve Been Loving You reverberates against the walls, and you share a long glance. Joel doesn’t blink, just looks stares and starts making a sultry grin at you. Your heart stops and you look away, pretending to focus on something, anything to peel your eyes away from him before you give yourself away. A heat is pooling in your cheeks and in between your thighs. Joel starts nodding to himself, with a quiet chuckle unheard by you as the music drowns it out. Mighty shy, that one Joel thinks. You let some time pass before deciding to speak, “Joel?” You ask shyly, still not looking in his direction. “Yes darlin’?” Darlin’? Oh man…You find courage and turn your head swiftly to look at him, “I’m really sorry I hurt your foot”, You whisper as you start rubbing your hand up and down the leg he has laid out on you. This cracks Joel up, and he slowly blinks, You are just the most adorable thing he thinks. “I forgive you.” Joel says finally, a smirk on his lips. You bite your lower lip and nod. Sitting in continued silence for what feels like hours, you both slowly drift off to sleep holding the same positions, comfortable in each other's company.  

[heartblobs]

Just Rambling

If you’d rather skip over my little rambling, no worries! I hope you had a happy holiday season and the new year is wonderful for you 🤍

Below is just a bunch of ramblings~

So, my boyfriend got new computer parts for his pc, and is giving me the old ones for my own! All I need is a graphics card, a case, and an SSD and then I’ll FINALLY get to play the Sims on a pc again and not a laptop! 😭 Although I do love my lil laptop, she’s a trooper, I want to be able to play more games and have better looking Sims. And the SPACE can you imagine?!

Right now I have an external hard drive JUST for my Sims 😭😭 I had to learn how to jerry rig my files so my Sims game is fully on my external hard drive. I’ve learned more about computers from trying to fix the Sims games than any tech class will ever teach me.

In other news, during this week off from work I kinda went crazy and made so many drafts, so now I just have to post them all! I didn’t go as insane as last time (i was almost done an entire generation before half of it was shown on my blog 💀) but as a lil secret? surprise?, all of the Mendoza children have been born in game, and Salvatore is a child! I’ve actually aged up all of the kids to see how they’re going to look and oh my god??? Salvatore is the PRETTIEST sim I’ve ever had born in game??? When he does age up to a young adult I’m gonna hardly have to adjust anything on him! 🤭 So excited for y’all to see him, and the other kiddos of course.

In the meantime, to combat my impulsiveness, I’ve been playing a lot on my switch, mostly Dreamlight Valley and a new game I got. Side note I was looking around on Tumblr to see what the Dreamlight tag had going on and there’s Sully x Reader fanfic???? He’s not even in the game yet??? hello????

Anyways enough of my rambling. Hope you all are safe and doing well! 🫶🏼

[mstarcreates]

Not me waking up with a silly little Coffee Shop AU on the brain 🤣 I think I just need a little break from all the damn angst I’ve been writing. Anyway enjoy a little ramble I wrote this morning. Also, also I was 🤏 this close to naming the coffee shop CrowBucks 😂

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Crow’s Calling

Summary: A series of cute low to no angst ramblings in an AU where Crow works at a coffee shop in the Last City.

Day 1 - You’re Too Sweet For Me

It was a morning like any other, customers had been in and out almost non-stop since the time the doors had opened. Crow never thought his coffee shop idea would have taken off. And yet here it was. In the heart of the Last City, it was nestled in a small plaza between a ramen shop and a cantina both run by a group of Eliksni he had gotten to know.

So when there was a lull in the rush hour, he was taking advantage of it. He sighed as he leaned against the nearby wall and scrolled through funny videos posted to TravelerTalk on his phone while he passed the time. Crow hadn’t been standing there long before the bell chimed and a customer came walking in.

The male was clearly engrossed in a conversation as he walked in. Even dressed down in dark wash jeans and a casual hoodie, Crow knew exactly who the guy was, the famous Hunter Vanguard Cayde-6.

“Yeah…yeah no I get that. Mhmm. I gotta go kiddo. There’s this real cute guy working in the coffee shop and I plan on getting his number….What?! I have game! Alright we’re talking about this later. Bye now.” Cayde finally strolled up to the counter as he pocketed his phone. “Kids these days, am I right?”

“Welcome to Crow’s Calling, what can I get started for you?” He said, entirely ignoring the fact he’d overheard Cayde’s conversation with…well whoever he’d been talking to.

“Uh I’ll take two of your blackest coffees. Don’t even let them face the general direction of a grain of sugar. I mean it, my coworkers will know.”

“Alright, that's two Black Talon brews, got it.” He punched those into the datapad. “Anything else?”

“Yeah I’ll take your Golden Gun Blast, extra caramel and whipped cream.”

“Not sure if it’s your first time but that drink already comes loaded with caramel.”

“I know what I said,” Cayde grinned at him. “Line it along the inside of the cup. Please.” Then the Hunter drifted over to their counter where all their treats and snacks were displayed. “Hmm I have a bit of a sweet tooth.” Yeah no kidding, Crow thought to himself as he started to make the two black coffees. “What would you recommend?”

“Oh well see, I’m not really a sweets kinda guy, so I’m afraid I couldn’t recommend anything. If that’s all for your order please pay when you’re ready.”

“No? You seem plenty sweet to me.” Cayde said as he tapped a card against the datapad. Crow arched a brow at the comment but otherwise he didn’t reply. “Nothing? Really? That line usually gets the girls all kinds of flustered.”

“Not knocking your ‘game’ or anything but customers hit on me all day. You’ll have to try a lot harder than that.” He put the two finished drinks on the counter and began to work on the Frappuccino, lining the cup with a generous amount of caramel sauce.

“Could I at least get your name? Noticed you're not wearing a badge. Sure your boss isn’t gonna to get mad about that?”

“I am the boss, so can’t really get mad at myself.” He threw ice and the coffee mixture into a blender and ran it for a minute or two before he continued to speak. “And I already gave you my name.” Then Crow poured the mix into a cup and added a generous amount of whipped cream and even more syrup. God just looking at this thing was giving him cavities.

“You did not give me your name. I would have remembered.”

Crow placed the finished sugary concoction on the counter with the other two coffees. “I definitely did.” He smiled a little, watching as Cayde tapped a finger against his chin. It was very amusing to see the Hunter at a complete loss. “Oh I almost forgot…” Crow pulled a small card from a stack of them and grabbed a hole punch. He punctured it three times before holding it out. “For every ten drinks you get a free one on the house.”

“Thanks, I’ll hold onto this,” Cayde took the card and tucked it away. “Don’t think this is over yet, I’ll be coming back.”

“Good. Don’t forget to tell your friends.” Crow watched the other man shift from one foot to another for a few seconds until Cayde finally took the tray of drinks and headed out the door.