#sooooo my phones broken..

[sevcasejay1chicago]

hiii I hope you are doing ok

Could I please request a Jay Halstead x GF Reader

Reader is Diabetic and her monitor gets broken on a call out a couple of hours later when back at the station reader collapses and becomes unresponsive she is rushed to med where they find out she has gone into DKA (diabetic ketoacidosis) and has a seizure Jay is worried and is panicking ect.

Happy ending please

Thank you in advance if you decide to write this request 😘

DKA-Jay Halstead

Authors note: I found this deep within my inbox. I’m so sorry it took me forever to do this. I hope you enjoy it anyways. Also, not really completely proof read, but I hated waiting any longer. 😂

Warnings: vomiting, language, possible inaccurate medical information

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What should have been a run of the mill bust and paperwork day ended at Med. You’re barely conscious as Jay leans over your head, yelling for Nat to do something as you seize, barely getting a breath in. Everything flutters in and out of focus as your mind replays the day.

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You sat in Jay’s passenger side, restlessly waiting for Voight to give you the go ahead. You and Jay have been on this stake out for over 24 hours and your ready to do the bust so that you could go file your paper work and go home with Jay. It was also time to change your monitor this evening and you wanted nothing more than to shower without the old device before replacing it with a new one.

“I can hear you thinking.” Jay mumbled, head laid back as he rested his eyes.

You jumped, thinking your partner was asleep. Last time you checked, his breathing was even and his jaw was slack. “Thought you were sleeping.” You muttered, rubbing your eye where the binoculars you were looking through hit it when you jumped.

Jay sighed, sitting up in his seat and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “Well, the sun is up and your thinking too loud, so I figured it was time to wake up and check in.” Jay said, smirking as he reached across the console to kiss the side of your head. “Sooooo?” Jay drug out, wiggling his eyebrows to make you crack a smile.

“Just ready to go home.” You said, looking in his eyes briefly before sweeping the area. There were only a few cars in the area at this time of morning, but this was the time they liked to move product.

“I know baby. Soon enough.” Jay said, reaching for your luke warm coffee and taking a sip before placing it back in the cup holder. “Let me take a turn. Maybe close your eyes or check in with the team.” Jay said, opening his now empty hand for the binoculars.

You sighed, not wanting to argue with him. You handed the binoculars over to Jay before pulling out your phone and shooting a text to Kim to check in. While you waited for her reply, you leaned your head against Jay’s shoulder and snuggled close, letting your eyes slip shut.

Jay leaned his back into the center console to provide you access to his shoulder, knowing you sleep best when you can feel him. His eyes stay trained on the surrounding area, checking closer with the binoculars every now and then. He keeps his movements to a minimum to not disturb you seeing as you’ve been up most of the night. You never rest well on stake outs, but Jay’s former Army background has proven useful for sleeping pretty much anywhere.

Half an hour later, you wake to Jay speaking on the phone in a hushed voice. “Sarge. Get everyone down here. We’ve got a small box truck and three more vehicles pulling into the warehouse.” Jay said, leaning back to look at you as he felt you remove your head from his shoulder.

You took the binoculars, narrowing in on the open garage door. You could see a table lined with wooden crates. All of them appeared to be unmarked, but big enough to contain guns. “I see boxes that probably contain weapons, but they are unmarked and I can’t see inside from this angle.” You spoke into your own phone.

“We will be there in 5.” Voight said, causing you and Jay to jump into action. “50-21 requesting backup to 1415 Kincaid. Multiple players. Assumed to be armed and dangerous.” You and Jay heard called out on the city wide radio.

Jay grabbed your bullet proof vest and handed it to you before grabbing his own. He threw his seat back to avoid hitting the wheel by accident as you scrambled to grab Jay’s rifle from the back and place it on the floor board next to your feet. By the time both of you have your gear on, ears in, and weapons checked, the team has pulled up. Voight’s tires screech as he parks his SUV to block the entrance with Kevin’s car blocking the rest of the way. Jay pulls his truck behind Kevin’s before you are both jumping out and running into the building after your team, patrol flanking as they arrive.

“Watch your backs. We got guns.” Kevin says, peeking into the boxes as you all run by.

“Chicago PD! Come out with your hands up! We’ve got you surrounded.” Voight yells, eyes scanning the warehouse. Tall boxes block the view, but you can hear scrambling as the men pick up guns and begin to take off on foot.

“Stop! Police!” You yell, running as fast as your legs can carry you. You stop every now and then to shield your body with varied crates as you all begin to exchange gunfire, but you don’t let it stop you from reaching an open area blocked off with more boxes for cover. You take off, yelling to Kim and Adam “We are coming to you guys at the back.” As you continue your pursuit of two men running along the other side of the boxes. Once you reach the end, you are able to tackle one to the ground as you hear Kim announce herself, stopping the other man in his tracks.

Silence, other than the clicking of handcuffs, is now the only thing you hear. Jay runs up, pulling you up off the ground as Adam puts the cuffs on the man. “You good?” Jay asks, holding you by the shoulder so that you don’t fall over as you bend at the waist, propping yourself up with your hands on your knees, attempting to catch your breath. You nod, giving a shaky thumbs up as adrenaline pumps through your body. Jay leads you to a crate and sits you down. “Catch your breath and then we can start processing the evidence.” Jay says, kissing you on the forehead before walking away.

~TIME SKIP~

Once you finished doing what you all could, Jay leads you to the truck and helps you climb in, stripping your vest off of you as you basically collapse into the passenger seat. You’d been dragging the past hour, which was now starting to become noticeable by everyone. When you started recounting the items in your possession for the third time, Voight sent you and Jay back to the precinct to change and go home, having everyone wrap up as well.

“Hey baby. Let me see those y/c/e.” Jay spoke softly, tenderly holding your head in his hands. When you groggily peered at your lover, you let a dopey smile spread across your face. “There’s my girl.” Jay whispered, kissing your forehead. “Drink your water and I’ll get us back to the precinct.” Jay said, helping you to put your legs into the truck and buckle you up before handing you your water. Once he had you situated, he closed your door and rounded the truck to get into his side.

You winced as the truck started moving, lightly hissing in pain. Jay didn’t seem to hear it since he didn’t start grilling you about potential injuries, which you were thankful for. You didn’t want or need to be interrogated for a tummy ache. Instead of saying anything, you drank your water, gulping yours down and Jay’s down within minutes when you suddenly realized how thirsty you were. Jay didn’t comment, thinking you were dehydrated from the stake out.

Once back at the district, Jay helped you up the steps and into the locker room. All the movement made your stomach churn. You tried to ignore it, but suddenly all the water you drank was pushing to the surface. You launched yourself out of Jay’s arms and over the trash can before he could even process what was happening. You had a white knuckle grip on the rim of the trash can as you hiccup and heave, letting out a stream of water.

“Woah! Okay. Okay baby. I gotcha.” Jay says, rushing to grab your pony tail and tuck it into your shirt before he is wrapping an arm around your chest and rubbing your back with the other hand. “I gotcha. Just let it out. It’s alright honey. It’s alright.” Jay soothes, not really sure if it’s mostly for you or some for himself.

You cough and heave a few times, shakily latching onto Jay’s arm around your chest with one hand while clutching your stomach with the other. You moan as your vision blurs and you feel your knees begin to buckle. “J-humph.” You try to call his name, fear taking over your voice.

“Sh Sh Sh. I know. I know. Hang on.” Jay says, getting a better grip on you from behind before turning to yell out the door. “I need some help in here!” Jay hollers, having a gut feeling that something is really wrong.

Footsteps can be heard running up the stairs in multiple directions before Trudy comes running in from the stairs near the Sargent desk and Kim comes through the door you both just came through, Voight and Adam not far behind.

“What the hell happened?” Both Trudy and Hank yell at the same time, coming up to the pair of you.

“I don’t know. I gotta get her down. She’s fading Sarge.” Jay says, leaning over you to grip you better in his arms.

“Kim, guide him back with her to straddle the bench. Adam, go call a bus. Tell them we have an officer down. Trudy, help me move this trash can with them. She’s still going.” Voight instructs, immediately taking charge.

Once Kim has her hands on Jay’s sides, he allows her to guide him back, you being practically dragged along. Platt and Voight follow close to you, making sure you stay over the large trash can. They tilt it some once Jay sits and pulls you down with him. Voight has a hold of one of the handles as Trudy goes to grab a few paper towels and wets them. Adam comes running in with a med bag.

“Ambo’s 10 out. 51 is sending Brett and Violet from a call. They are closest.” Adam relays the information, kneeling at your side. “Lemme check her vitals. They want us to watch her stats.” Adam explains, taking out the pulse ox and attaching it to your finger as your heaves start to calm.

Voight sets the trash can down and slightly to the side before taking his phone out, checking your monitor. “Jay, how long has her monitor been down?” Voight asks, seeing that it is no longer transmitting information.

“What?” Jay asks, leaning around you and lifting your shirt. When he sees the broken monitor, he mutters a curse. “DKA. Fuck. Sarge, she’s in DKA.” Jay quickly realizes, having seen you in this situation before.

Trudy has a wet paper towel on your neck and forehead as your head lulls forward. “Y/n!” Trudy yells as Jay tightens his hold on you.

“I gotta lay her down. Kim, I need your jacket.” Jay instructs, allowing Adam and Voight to help him lower you into the recovery position on the floor. “Give me the glucose machine.” Jay says, holding his hand out to Adam. Once the monitor beeped, Jay swore lowly. “It’s 487.” Jay mumbled, pulling out his phone. He pressed it to his ear as Adam monitored the pulse ox.

“Jay?” Nat asked as soon as she picked up. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s Y/n. 61 is on the way, but I need a room cleared and prepped. She’s in DKA.” Jay explained, running a hand through his hair.

“Is she conscious?” Nat asked, moving to April and Maggie to whisper the urgent need she had.

“No. She threw up and she passed out. We’ve been on a stake out and then a bust. Her monitor probably broke during the bust, so we had no idea. She’s been struggling with her sugar the last couple of days, but now she’s at 487.” Jay quickly explained, thankful that Brett ran in has he spoke. “ Brett’s here. We should be landing in 20.” Jay said, not waiting for a reply as he locked eyes with Brett’s movements.

“Hey Y/n? Can you hear me?” Brett asks, turning you over slightly, using Jay’s lap to tilt you enough to do a sternum rub. You groan and Brett relaxes some. “She’s not coming out of this. We gotta load her up and get h-“ Brett stops as you tense up, immediately being thrown into a seizer.

“Oh fuck.” Jay gasps, rolling you completely on your side as Voight leans down to move your legs into a more stable position and lightly holds them there.

“Vi, I need the med kit in the locker rooms now!” Sylvie says into her radio. “Everyone else that is not helping, please clear the room. We need space.” Brett instructs, leaning over to make sure your airway is clear and to check the pulse ox that is still on your finger. “Vitals are mostly fine. Elevated for obvious reasons, but not dangerous. I’m going to give her meds to stop the seizer if it continues. Let’s see if she can ride it out first.” Brett says, not wanting to pump you with anything knowing that you have weird drug reactions.

Jay nods and sits back, a hand lightly in your side to keep you there. He mutters soft reassurance in your general direction has tears quietly roll down his face. He’s never seen you this bad before.

“Oh God.” Violet says as she walks into the room. “Here.” She hands Brett a saline bag and a IV kit before she leans down to recheck your stats and airway.

After roughly 45 seconds, the seizer stops. You go completely lax under Jay and Voights’ hand. Your breathing is erratic, but the pulse ox results aren’t causing any other alarms.

“Sargent. Get Ruzek to grab the stair chair. It’s in the lobby next to the watchman’s desk.” Violet says, taking the prepped saline bag from Brett and standing, putting pressure on it to speed up the process and get you rehydrated.

——PRESENT——

Everything else is a blur. Now, as you open your eyes to various voices and bright lights, you do your best to lay still. Everything feels wrong. You immediately feel anxious and start to reach for the mask over your face.

“Hey hey hey. No baby.” Jay says, immediately taking your hand and gently lowering it back to your chest. “Hey. Look at me. I’m here sweetheart.” Jay says, brushing your hair back from your face and gently coaxing you as the heart monitor starts to pick up.

You open your eyes and look around. You are clearly in one of the icu rooms at med. You can see Nat and Will exchanging words outside your room as they glance between you and their computers.

“Baby?” Jay calls, grabbing your attention.

You slowly turn to Jay, locking eyes with him as he finally comes into view. You squint against the light, but Jay leans further over to block the assault.

“Hey you. Welcome back.” Jay whispers, tears threatening to spill.

“W-wha-“ you try to say, clearing your throat.

“Hang on.” Jay says, reaching for the water next to your bed and carefully helping you sit up and take a few cautious sips as he pulls the oxygen mask to the side. Once your done, he places the water aside and immediately replaces the oxygen mask.

“What happened?” You ask, clearing your throat from what feels like disuse or sickness.

“Well you went into DKA. You got sick in the locker rooms and we had to call 61 to transport you. You had two seizers and stopped protecting your airway so they had to intervene. You’ve been out for 48 hours. Your in the ICU at Med.” Jay explained, soothing your hair back as he speaks.

Your eyes widen, staring at Jay as you process what he just said. “H-how?” You ask, wracking your brain. You haven’t had an episode this bad in years. They don’t happen with the monitor.

“Your monitor broke during the raid. We knew your sugars had been out of wack, but since you weren’t attached to the monitor, we had no clue how high it got until you went down.” Jay explained, squeezing your hand that you slipped into his.

You slowly nodded. That made sense. Now you had just one more question. “When can I go home?” You whispered, looking at Jay with the biggest puppy dog eyes you could.

Jay chuckled. He knows you hate hospitals as much as him. “Soon enough baby. Soon enough.” Jay promises, leaning up to kiss your forehead.

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[dazaih]

wingman - luke skywalker x reader

you can find the previous chapters here

chapter seven -> the show

your university roommate han solo finds a rival (and love interest) in student council president leia skywalker, but both of them are too stubborn to admit that they have feelings for each other. luckily, you and her twin brother, luke, devise a plan to get the two of them to spend more time together. challenges arise, however, when you start to develop a crush on him.

chapter warnings: making out in public, drinking, sexual humor, slightly stereotypical college tropes, luke is a freak

a/n: sorry this one took so long! not super happy with it but i hope you guys enjoy anyway :p

You had returned to class a few days ago, readjusting a bit difficult after your brief absence. The ache in your ribs and inability to use your hand served as painful reminders of what had transpired that night. Han’s first day back was today, and although you thought it was far too soon, he at least would be seeing Leia in class later. Since she knew what happened, you hoped that she might be a source of comfort for him. As you left your lecture, you were pulled from your thoughts by your phone buzzing in your pocket.

Luke: heyyy! i just passed han! is he back?

You hadn’t talked to Luke since you’d essentially fondled him in your bedroom several days ago, so the text surprised you. You stared at it for a second before deciding to reply.

You: yeah it’s his first day back. hope he and leia can get along today lol

Luke: ohhhh same but i’m sure she’ll be happy to have him in class again! i think she’s missed him >:)

Luke: sooooo does that mean ur back too?

You: yes i got back a few days ago actually

There was a beat of silence, and you could see him switching between typing and not typing a few times, the three dots disappearing and reappearing in a brief cycle of apparent deliberation.

Luke: u were supposed to lmk </3 heart is broken. don’t think i’ll recover tbh

Luke either just consistently texted like a teenage girl, or he was flirting with you. Deciding to test the waters, you sent him a message back.

You: my bad my bad i’ll make it up to u babe

His response was immediate.

Luke: YOOOO

Luke: what if we get lunch like. right now. i’m on campus

You laughed, but you had to admit that having someone be so excited to see you was a good feeling. Even if your relationship was largely fabricated, Luke did seem to genuinely enjoy your company.

You: ok i’m leaving class rn. food court or dining hall?

Luke: food court ok with u? i want sushi

With that, you told him you’d meet him there, and then made your way to the agreed upon destination. You were pretty nervous about being seen with him in the food court, as it was usually pretty crowded. Still, that wasn’t a good enough reason to avoid him, so you anxiously let your feet carry you there.

Despite the density of the room, Luke was easy to spot. He stood out in any crowd, something about his demeanor incredibly radiant and eye-catching, his mere presence enough to make people turn their heads. To your surprise, he spotted you pretty quickly too, and excitedly waved you over. When he did, a few people around him glanced in your direction, their curiosity getting the better of them as they wondered whom Luke Skywalker could be so excited to see. Your face flushed.

“Hey!” he greeted you enthusiastically, standing as close to you as he possibly could without actually touching you.

“Hi,” you replied somewhat shyly, hoping the rosiness of your cheeks went unnoticed by him.

“How’s your day going?” he asked, not bothering to be subtle as he looked you over, seemingly studying every detail of your appearance.

“It’s okay. Been really tired recently, but I guess that’s to be expected,” you replied, looking down at your shoes.

You almost jumped out of your skin when he gently wedged a finger underneath your chin, nudging your face upwards so you were forced to meet his eyes. You could feel countless stares on you, and you were wondering how far Luke was willing to commit to this if he was likely driving away other potential suitors by being intimate with you in public.

“You have dark circles under your eyes,” he observed, cocking his head at you. You were puzzled.

“Uh, sorry,” you said, not really sure how you were supposed to respond, “I guess I usually wear concealer.”

“I wasn’t suggesting that you should wear concealer,” he replied, giggling, “Just that you should get some rest tonight.”

“Right,” you mumbled awkwardly, the eyes of your peers burning holes into your skull, your skin searing from the red hot embarrassment of it all. You had never received so much attention in your life, and all you were doing was standing in front of the sushi counter at your school’s food court.

He ushered you towards the counter, making you order first so he could pay for it without having to put up with your protests. He also insisted on carrying it to the table for you, saying that you shouldn’t have to since your wrist was broken. You all found a seat against the wall, tucked out of the way but not fully shielded from the prying eyes of your classmates. When you were about to take a seat, Luke stopped you, putting a hand on your shoulder to get your attention.

“You face the wall,” he told you knowingly, “It’ll keep your back turned towards them. I can pretend not to notice, so I’ll face this way.”

You were speechless for a moment, but you supposed you shouldn’t have been surprised that he picked up on your apprehension. Luke was observant. Sitting down, you sighed, putting your head in your hands for a moment before looking back up at him.

“I’m sorry,” you said sincerely, taking a deep breath to steady yourself, “I fly under the radar most of the time. It’s just new to me.”

“You shouldn’t be the one apologizing. It’s my fault for not asking if you would be okay with people ogling you while you’re trying to eat,” he replied, seemingly embarrassed.

“It’s not your fault,” you assured him, offering him a smile, “I mean, I guess I’m friends with Han, and he attracts all sorts of attention. I’ll adapt.”

Luke laughed, accepting your affirmations as some relief set into his shoulders. He relaxed a little, opening the lid on his sushi container and cracking his chopsticks apart. He sighed happily when he took the first bite, a blush creeping up on your cheeks when you recalled how him eating chocolate in your room escalated to your hands grasping his chest. That look of mischief you had become so familiar with shone in his eyes, and you immediately knew that his mind had drifted there too.

“Behave,” you warned, narrowing your eyes at him.

“You know that doesn’t deter me, right? I could listen to you say that over and over again. It’s hot.”

“Luke, we’re at school!” you exclaimed, his confession turning your already red face a deeper shade of crimson. You weren’t sure how much of what he was saying was true, but you couldn’t deny that you were flustered by his words.

He laughed then, bright and cheery as always, looking at you like you were the most fun he’d ever experienced. His gaze sank deeper into your skin and reached your bones, making them ache with the yearning you were starting to feel towards him.

“I’m sorry,” he said, still giggling a bit, “You make it too easy.”

“Why can’t you just eat normally? Why do you have to make everyone around you wonder if you’re trying to be erotic?” you asked, rubbing your temple with your good hand before taking a bite of your own roll.

“I love food,” he replied, shrugging, “Always ate the same shit growing up, so I like having so many options now. And it’s also possible that I’m exaggerating a little bit to mess with you.”

“I figured,” you huffed, though your brain had grabbed onto something else he said, “You didn’t grow up rich?”

He paused, his chopsticks unmoving and even his chewing coming to a halt, his eyes scanning the room for a moment before falling back on you.

“No,” he muttered, voice quiet, “Damn. Didn’t even realize that I gave myself away. You’re good. Don’t tell anyone that, please.”

You had a million questions for him, your curiosity about his life increasing by the minute, but he clearly hadn’t meant to reveal that to you.

“I don’t really care,” you reassured him, pushing your questions to the back of your mind for the sake of his comfort, “You won’t believe this, but I didn’t grow up rich either.”

He laughed, relaxing again as he looked at you fondly, a bit more somber now but definitely calmer than he had been just a moment ago. He gave you a smile that told you he appreciated your willingness to move on, and you decided then that if he smiled at you like that, you were content with being patient.

“So,” he said, mischief returning to his expression, “I’ve been scheming, as you might say.”

“Oh boy,” you replied, grinning, “About our favorite couple, I’m assuming.”

“Of course,” he confirmed, leaning so that his face was closer to yours, “So, two weeks from now, there’s a concert. Local bar. Two bands are playing. That’s the type of thing you and your friends enjoy, yeah?”

“Right,” you told him, nodding, “But we couldn’t mosh or anything since my wrist is broken and Han is all sorts of fucked up, so we might not be very fun company.”

“No, that’s alright. That’s not what’s important,” he continued, “There’s a band making their debut there on that night. You can stand by the bar if you want, no pressure to go out into the crowd at all. I think you guys will enjoy it regardless.”

“I feel like you’re omitting some information,” you pointed out, narrowing your eyes at him.

“Well, yeah, but it’s nothing bad. And Leia will be there.”

You briefly recalled the conversation you’d had with Luke when you’d first met his friends, the mention that Leia was really into punk and alternative music surprising enough for you to note.

“I’ll do my best to get us there,” you told him.

He beamed at you, resting his chin on his hand as he mused over his plan, the details of which you weren’t privy to.

“I think it’ll put things into motion,” he said ominously, seemingly to himself.

He changed the topic after that, asking you about which movies you’d watched recently and if there was anything you thought he might like. In return, you asked him about how his recovery was going, and he told you that he would be cleared to participate in practice again soon, as his concussion had waned. You talked for the next hour, pausing every now and then to actually eat like you had intended to.

Overall, it had been a pretty good time. You were never able to shake the stares of your peers fully, but once they realized that nothing much would come of gawking at the two of you, they largely minded their own business. You bid him farewell and thanked him for the food, promising to see him again soon.

When you got back to your apartment, Chewie had started making dinner. Meatloaf, it looked like. You helped out where you could, though your injury made it more challenging than you would’ve liked. You were anticipating Han’s arrival any second now, but you were left in waiting. As the minutes ticked by and eventually reached an hour, you grew anxious. Finally, you decided to call.

“What?” he answered after the third ring, voice a whisper.

“Where are you?” you replied, ignoring his abrasive tone. That was just Han.

“Library with Leia. I got really pissed off in class today because I didn’t know what was goin’ on, so now we’re here.”

“Oh,” you said, a bit dumbfounded by this information, “Well, Chewie made meatloaf. You should ask her if she wants to stop by for dinner.”

You heard him mumbling, likely inviting Leia over, and then you could vaguely hear her voice too.

“She has to go to practice after this,” he told you, sounding bored.

“Practice? For what?”

“Geez, I don’t know, kid. I’m not gonna sit here and interrogate her. I’ll be home later, alright? We can watch somethin’ on TV.”

“Okay,” you murmured, not really sure what else to say to that.

He muttered a quick goodbye to you and hung up. Without thinking twice about it, you immediately texted Luke.

You: they’re at the library together right now…

You explained the situation to Chewie as fixed some asparagus to go with your meal, telling him about the show in two weeks and asking if he’d be interested. He nodded, an amused expression on his face as he continued to cook. A few minutes later, you got a text back from Luke.

Luke: no wayyyyy they’re evolving

Luke: ask him about the show when he gets back!

You weren’t sure what was up with Luke’s insistence, especially considering how the last show went for you all, but you shrugged it off.

You supposed you’d find out soon enough.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

You hadn’t seen Luke any since lunch that day, but you’d texted him a few times over the past two weeks. You all didn’t say anything of much importance to each other, nor did you talk very frequently, but it was nice to know that he hadn’t completely forgotten about you as his practice schedule picked up again and he resumed his normal life.

Han hadn’t needed much convincing to go to the show, as he hadn’t been out on the town since the incident. You had told him Leia would be there, so when he came out of his room dressed in his nice brown coat instead of the Carhartt again, you mentally cheered. Maybe he cared about looking nice for her after all.

“You look good,” you told him. The bruises on his face had healed some in the past several days, and he was starting to look a little more like himself again. It was refreshing.

“I know,” he replied smugly, seemingly excited to feel a bit more normal—well, as excited as Han could seem to be.

Chewie stood by the doorway, scrolling on his phone. He was wearing a beanie this time with his long hair down, glasses perched on his nose and a blue flannel tucked into his black jeans.

“And so do you!” you cheered, walking over to Chewie and smoothing out his eyebrows with your thumb. Unlike Han, he didn’t make much of a fuss when you tried to detail his appearance, allowing you to exercise your cosmetic expertise to your heart’s content. He rolled his eyes and smiled at you, gesturing to your outfit and giving you a thumbs up.

“Thanks,” you said, understanding his meaning immediately. He thought you looked nice too.

“Yeah, not horrible,” Han added, glancing over your outfit. It was one of your favorites, teetering the line between your casual attire and something a bit nicer. You wore Han’s black coat, as it was slightly baggier than your own, concealing your cast pretty well. You didn’t want people walking on eggshells around you all night because you were hurt.

With that, the three of you departed, your walk downtown leisurely as Han and Chewie split a cigarette. You were in a good mood, glad that the three of you were going out again. It’s also possible that you were a little bit excited to see Luke too.

When you all walked into the bar, you felt at ease. These types of venues were what you were used to, classic college bars with live music. Before bothering to find Luke and Leia, sure that they were likely in the company of others and wouldn’t be bothered by your absence, you went on a quest for drinks. You would probably have to hang out near the back anyway due to your injuries, so being leaned up against the bar didn’t seem like that bad of a call. You ordered something strong and sipped your drink peacefully, taking in the atmosphere and anticipating the band’s performance.

“We oughta take a shot,” Han mumbled to you, “Whiskey.”

You laughed and agreed, knowing that being a little tipsier would help you relax. After the shot and downing your first drink, you moved onto a second, you and Han talking and in your own little world. It was then that you looked across the room and saw a tighter crowd of people, and you instantly knew that Luke had to be the center. Han noticed too, and the two of you watched as you caught glimpses of him every now and then. Unusually, he wore all dark colors today, his sweater a dark gray and his pants black, beat up converse on his feet. He was drunk of course, hand clutched around a drink you couldn’t quite identify. You watched as a girl placed her hand on his chin, appearing to look at the fresh scar under his lip. He was relatively nonreactive, politely smiling at her and probably answering questions about his injuries. To your surprise, though, he never put his hands on her, nor did he lean into her touch.

“Gonna handle that?” Han asked you, taking another sip of his drink and watching the scene before him unfold.

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you said simply, though you did take some joy in the fact that Luke didn’t seem to be reciprocating her advances.

“You’re staring daggers into that girl’s head.”

“I am not,” you insisted, downing the rest of your drink and ordering another.

“Sure, kid,” he said dismissively, “Didn’t take you for the jealous type.”

Before you could defend yourself, Luke met your eyes. His smile widened, he appeared to apologize to the girl he was talking to, and he immediately departed from the group that had crowded around him. They watched him go curiously, slowly trailing as to not give themselves away as being dependent on his presence, but you tried to pay them little attention.

“Hey!” he greeted you excitedly, putting his drink down next to you and pulling you into a hug. You squawked in surprise, but eventually wrapped your arms around him as well, returning his affection.

He didn’t let go of you for what felt like an awkwardly long time, and you made eye contact with Han in a silent plea for advice. He rolled his eyes at you and shook his head, the smallest of grins playing at his lips.

“Missed you,” Luke drunkenly confessed as he pulled away, though his hands had dropped to your waist, “I’ve been waiting for you to get here all night.”

You were stunned into silence for a moment before finally swallowing hard, mustering the courage to speak.

“It’s good to see you,” you told him awkwardly, his hands on you making your heart rate accelerate more than you liked to admit, “You look really good in black.”

He beamed at you, his cheeks flushing a little under the vibrant lighting of the venue, and brushed a piece of your hair behind your ear.

“You think so?” he asked teasingly, leaning into you as he spoke.

“Don’t go fishing for compliments,” you told him lightheartedly, “How much have you had to drink?”

“Not enough. Wanna take a shot with me? Or a shooter? I’ll pay, of course.”

“You really have to stop buying me things.”

“Nah. I like buying you things,” he countered, grinning as he ordered you a drink.

He had ordered you green tea shooters, which you’d never had before but sounded so much like something he would enjoy that you were eager to partake. Before you knew what was happening, he gripped your chin and tilted your head back a bit, the glass of the shooter pressing against your lips.

“Open,” he told you, his confidence that you’d do whatever he asked almost making your knees buckle. You did, the alcohol slipping past your lips and going straight to your head—or maybe the way Luke was looking at you was the cause for your drunkenness, you weren’t sure. Both were likely explanations.

Luke didn’t give you the chance to pull the same maneuver on him, quickly downing his shooter and smiling innocently at you. In the meantime, Chewie had appeared at the bar, presumably to distract Han from Luke’s hands on you. When he gave you a brief look, you knew your assumption had been correct, and he smiled and rolled his eyes at you when you mouthed a quick thank you to him.

“Wanna stand in the back? Close to the bar but still in the crowd. No one should shove us there,” he proposed, seemingly also at least somewhat aware of Han’s guard being up around him.

You nodded, following him into the back of the crowd and finding a good window between some of the taller individuals to get a pretty solid view of the stage, especially considering where you were standing. You had taken your regular drinks along with you, and you sipped yours as casually as you could, knowing that a lot of eyes were on you despite your position at the back of the crowd.

“Will Han kill me if I make out with you in front of everyone tonight?” he asked you, cheeks flushed and pupils blown wide from the alcohol. You nearly choked on your drink, and you had to take a deep breath to stabilize yourself before you could manage a reply.

“That’s—Are you sure you want to do that?”

“What?” he said, laughing at your question, “Why wouldn’t I? Are you sick or something?”

Thoughts swirled around your mind, bouncing off every corner of your skull and almost making your head hurt in the process. Everyone in this venue wants to make out with you. You could have any one of them. If it’s me, you’ll sabotage your chances of finding someone you really like to take home tonight. You didn’t say any of it, because you didn’t want to make him feel even less like a person than he probably already did.

“Just wanted to make sure,” you murmured quietly, looking down. He gently hooked his finger under your chin and pushed upwards, forcing you to meet his eyes. No matter how many times he did this, you always blushed.

“Hey, if you’re more private about that sort of stuff, it’s totally fine. I’m not here to push you into situations that make you uncomfortable. We don’t have to kiss at all.”

Reassessing your comfort was the bare minimum, but it made you feel warm nonetheless. You weren’t sure what came over you, but you leaned forward and let your head drop to rest on his shoulder, sighing. You heard him chuckle lightly at that, and he immediately wrapped his arms around you, your face still buried into the crook of his neck.

“Or you can just do that, I guess,” he remarked, sounding amused.

“Sorry, I’m just not used to so many people looking at me. But you’re so nice, and I wanna be close to you still. Just hiding for a second. You smell really good, by the way.”

He laughed again, hugging you a little tighter, cautious to not spill his drink or injure your wrist.

“You’re drunk,” he told you, and you felt him sigh when you smiled into the side of his neck.

“So are you.”

“Well, yeah,” he replied, giggling again, "But I’ve just never seen you be like, expressive when you’re drinking. I like it. Tell me more about what you like about me.”

It was your turn to laugh, Luke’s lack of subtly entertaining to you.

“Do you have any shame?” you teased.

“About some stuff, sure. But not about this.”

“Well, you know I like your abs.”

“And my chest, apparently.”

“Hey. You enjoyed that.”

“Never said I didn’t. Wanna do it again right now?”

“Luke!” you exclaimed in a fit of drunken giggles, pulling away to lightly smack his arm. He smiled at you and took another sip of his drink.

“So, what else do you like about me?” he pried, and you rolled your eyes at him before stepping closer once more.

“You’ll find out. Be patient,” you told him, your own touch of mischief seeping into your voice. He smiled at you, right hand dropping to your waist and pulling you closer, left hand tossing his drink back and finishing the rest of it in a single go. You mimicked his actions, finishing your own beverage and meeting his eyes. Just then, the first band emerged, and you turned towards the stage while Luke placed his hand on your lower back.

“We can get another drink in the middle of the set, if you want,” he said, pulling you flush against his side as the band started to play, “But I’m kind of drunk right now, so I need a second.”

You laughed and nodded at him, and pretty soon your attention shifted towards the talented musicians on stage. Since you couldn’t be in the front, you had to settle on gently swaying and nodding your head rather than something more exciting. This band had more of an indie rock vibe, so there wasn’t a ton of moshing to be done anyway. You hoped Han wasn’t feeling left out, but you were confident that Chewie would stay by his side while you were gone.

You were so inebriated that you barely noticed Luke’s friends circling around you, with the addition of a few strangers as well. You only realized how many eyes were on you when Biggs clasped a hand around Luke’s shoulder, making him jump a little. Without thinking, you gently smoothed his sweater down over his bicep, hoping the gesture provided him with a small bit of comfort. He looked over at you and smiled before quickly turning his attention back to Biggs.

“Why’re you all the way back here?” Biggs asked him, seemingly pretty drunk himself.

“He’s injured, Biggs,” a girl you didn’t recognize interjected, stepping closer.

“Can’t believe you even came out tonight, Luke. I mean, I’m glad you’re here and all, but what if you get hurt again?” her friend added, joining her in crowding close to Luke.

“I’ve got a personal investment in the next band,” he said simply, offering the group standing in front of him a perfect smile.

“What, you fuckin’ the drummer or something?” Elias replied, and you had to restrain yourself from rolling your eyes.

“I think their drummer is a dude,” one of his other friends pointed out.

“So? You think that’s gonna stop Luke? He’ll fuck anything that moves—“

“Cut it out, Eli,” the girl from before said, placing a hand on Luke’s shoulder, “That’s not true. Don’t be mean to him.”

Luke laughed, but you watched him tense as the stranger’s hand stayed put on his body.

“Oh, fuck off. You guys were literally calling him—“

“Shut up!”

“Calling me what?” Luke interrupted curiously, tilting his head and looking at the girls in front of him with an expression that you couldn’t quite decipher.

“Luke,” she said, hand still on his on his shoulder, “You know our friend Marie. We were just talking about when you guys got together, and—“

“Marie’s been telling all of her friends that you’re easy, dude,” his friend interjected, cutting her off.

“It’s not like that,” she protested, bringing her hand up to the side of his neck and moving to cup his cheek, “We don’t think you’re easy, Luke.”

“I don’t really get what you’re trying to say,” he murmured, brows furrowed, “Sorry. I’m a little drunk.”

She cooed at him and you wanted to throw up in your mouth. Or on her. Either would do.

“It’s okay. We can just drop it and get another drink,” she told him, tucking a piece of his hair behind his ear and giving him a sickeningly sweet smile. She was a beautiful woman, so it was really a shame that she was acting so creepy.

“They were calling you a slut earlier, man,” Biggs finally said, frowning, “Sorry. Just thought you should know. Marie and a bunch of her friends were over there talking about you.”

“That is not what happened,” she said, placing her other hand on Luke’s face, effectively forcing him to look only at her, “Luke, I promise that I would never—“

When you saw Luke tense further and his eyes widen, you’d had enough. You could put up with other people flirting with him—he wasn’t your boyfriend, after all—but making him uncomfortable was a separate ordeal entirely. You rolled your eyes, reached over, and grabbed her wrists, making use of the weight of your cast to push her arms down and away from his face. You stepped in between them then, giving Luke some space away from her.

“I’m tired of listening to this,” you announced, speaking for the first time since the whole situation had started transpiring, “This entire conversation is stupid.”

You didn’t feel the need to further elaborate, nor did you have any interest in personally shaming the girls, instead taking Luke’s hand in your own and tangling your fingers together, walking off towards the bar. He went happily, giving the group a small wave and a smile as you pulled him away. You didn’t bother looking back at any of them, your focus just on getting Luke out of that situation. When you reached the bar, Han gave you a quizzical look, but you just shook your head and mouthed not now.

“My knight in shining armor,” Luke said, leaning against the bar with you and keeping your hands entwined.

“They sound like they’re in high school. I don’t know how you manage to be nice to people like that.”

“What I do reflects on my parents,” he replied with a shrug, “Seriously though, thank you. That wasn’t a very fun interaction for me.”

“Sorry for just pulling you out of there without even asking,” you murmured sheepishly, cheeks a bit red, “I was just annoyed, and you looked uncomfortable.”

“What? Don’t apologize. You can take me wherever you want, but that’s especially true in cases where someone is grabbing my face and trying to convince me that they weren’t calling me slutty thirty minutes ago.”

Thinking about it made you irritated all over again, and it must’ve shown on your face, because Luke spoke again.

“Just so you know, I really don’t sleep around as much as people say, and since we’ve started this whole thing between us I haven’t been seeing anyone, and I never even slept with Marie—most I’ve done is kiss her at a club, and when I do sleep with people I’m super safe, I get tested regularly, and—“

“Woah, hey,” you interrupted him, gently grabbing his shoulders, “What are you saying?”

“Well, you looked upset when they were talking about that stuff, and I just didn’t want you to think that I was like, I don’t know, a womanizer, or someone who only cares about sex, or some kind of pervert—“

“Luke, that’s not—I was upset because they were objectifying you and making you uncomfortable. You know I’m not judging you, right? You seriously don’t have to explain yourself to me. I trust you and what you choose to tell me is your business. I don’t care about rumors or whatever, alright?”

He stared at you with wide eyes, mouth slightly agape. You couldn’t read his face, and you were about to ask him if he was okay before he started talking again.

“Thank you,” he told you, voice soft as his hands came to rest on your waist once again, “That means a lot to me. I want to say more, but I don’t think I can articulate it very well right now. Just—thank you.”

“It’s just basic respect, dude,” you replied dismissively, blushing a little, “No big deal.”

“Well, I’m not used to that, I guess. And don’t call me dude when I’m touching your hips.”

You laughed, your arms having wrapped around the back of his neck as he pulled you closer.

“I thought this was just you being friendly,” you teased, grinning at him.

“Seems like I’ve given you the wrong idea, ‘cause I’m really not trying to be friendly with you. Like, at all.”

You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol in your system, how protective you felt over him at the moment, or how he was looking at you, but you were curious to see if things would escalate between the two of you tonight. So, without second guessing yourself, you leaned forward and whispered in his ear.

“Maybe you should give me the right idea, then.”

Something changed in his expression, and before you knew what was happening, he was leading you through the crowd, and you were embraced by the loud music once more.

“Hey, my wrist is still broken, so I really shouldn’t be dancing—“

His course deviated then, and you suddenly realized that he had taken you towards the wall. You were out of direct contact with the crowd, but they still danced around you, shielding you from prying eyes. This was still very much public, but certainly more private than before. His hands returned to your waist as he leaned forward, lips now next to your ear.

“Can I show you?” he asked, voice lower and breathier than you’d ever heard it, “Just tell me what you’re comfortable with, and I’ll show you that I’m not trying to be friends. Fuck, please let me show you.”

Your breath caught in your throat, but you brought your good hand to rest on the back of his head, trying to ground yourself.

“Yeah,” you told him, running your fingers through his hair, “I’ll stop you if you go too far.”

He had backed you all the way against the wall now, his hand coming up to caress your face as he leaned closer. His face was so close to yours that you could feel his breath fanning against your lips, his thumb gently tracing your jaw as he inched forward. You almost passed out when you met his stare, his eyes filled with what you could only describe as desire. He looked at you for confirmation one more time, and when you offered him a small nod, his lips were on yours in an instant.

You had suspected all along that he would be a good kisser, but thinking that and experiencing it were very different. He started out relatively slowly, but you wanted to prove to him that you could match his pace, so you lightly tugged his hair to deepen the kiss. You were surprised when he faltered a bit, having to brace himself against the wall and pull away for a second.

“God, fuck,” he groaned, voice strained, “If you do that again, I might embarrass myself.”

You were too curious to find out what that could mean to stop yourself from pulling him forward and capturing his lips in your own once more, savoring the taste of him on your tongue for a second before tugging his hair again, this time a bit harder.

His reaction was immediate. He moaned into your mouth, left hand still holding your jaw and right hand now falling to firmly grab your ass, pulling you even closer. The kiss deepened further, and your grip on his hair tightened the second you felt his tongue.

You hadn’t made out with someone so passionately in a long time, and you certainly hadn’t ever imagined yourself doing it so publicly. And yet, here you were, letting Luke Skywalker shove you against the wall and fuck his tongue into your mouth.

“I’m sorry, fuck—“ he gasped against your lips. You weren’t sure what he meant until you felt him rock forward, something solid pressing into you. You suddenly realized that this part at least had to be real, and the knowledge that you had made Luke hard had you floating. With him against you like this, you decided to experimentally pull his hair again. He moaned, this time loudly enough for you to catch the wandering eyes of a few people standing nearby, but he paid them no mind, instead squeezing your ass harder and trying to bring you even closer.

“Luke,” you warned, breath hot against his ear as he moved to bury his face into the side of your neck, “Luke, we’re in public. People are staring.”

“People always stare. Doesn’t matter,” he protested, starting to kiss your jaw, “I’d go down on you right here, I don’t care—“

“Luke!” you gasped, placing a hand on his chest and pushing him back a bit, putting some space between you, “You’re drunk. I don’t want you to be embarrassed tomorrow or something, okay?”

“Embarrassed,” he repeated, like it was his first time ever hearing that word, “No way. I’d let you do anything to me. Anywhere.”

“You can’t be serious,” you replied, laughing at how ridiculous he was, heart hammering in your chest, “You’ve had a lot to drink—“

“You think I only want you like this because I’m drunk?” he asked, tucking your hair behind your ear as his eyes bore into yours, reading you so intensely that you felt dizzy.

“I mean…maybe? I don’t know. I’m just confused, I guess. Like, we aren’t—you and I aren’t really together, you know?”

You didn’t understand why, but you were certain that hurt flashed across his face for a second before he recovered, biting his lip and looking down at his feet, nodding.

“Yeah, I know that,” he murmured, his tone unreadable to you as he looked back up, “Doesn’t mean I’m only making out with you because I’m drunk, though. I wanted to do this in your bedroom, remember? Just because we aren’t together doesn’t mean I don’t want you. I do. A lot. Like, all the time. I thought that was obvious.”

“Are you being serious?” you asked, emphasizing your bewilderment with a drunken hiccup.

“Are you? You can feel my dick right now, can’t you? If you can’t, that’s a bit of a blow to my ego—“

“Don’t be a smart ass,” you scoffed, giving him a lighthearted shove, earning a chuckle from him, “I meant that you’re beautiful. Like, ethereally beautiful. I’m just a little surprised to learn that you’re attracted to me. I wasn’t trying to insult the size of your dick.”

You had meant the last part as a joke, but when his eyes widened as a deep crimson bloomed across his cheeks, you started to panic.

“Hey, I’m not actually trying to imply anything about your dick. It seems big, from what I can tell, and—“

He was giggling now, still blushing as he shook his head at you in disbelief.

“I was just joking about that,” he insisted.

“Well, you looked offended,” you mumbled, crossing your arms.

“I’m not offended. I’m just—you can’t just call someone ethereal and expect them to instantly recover. It caught me off guard.”

“Oh, fuck off. You know you’re breathtaking in every sense of the word. I’m not the first person to tell you that.”

He awkwardly looked to the side, nervously chewing his lip, and shrugged a little. You were shocked by the realization that he was embarrassed—not by grinding on you and moaning like a porn star in public, no, but because you had called him beautiful.

“Oh my god,” you whispered, eyes wide, “You’re embarrassed. No way. I thought Luke Skywalker didn’t get embarrassed?”

“Shut up,” he murmured, leaning forward and hiding his face in your neck, “You’re such an asshole.”

“You’re ridiculous. I can’t believe that this is where you draw the line. People are practically throwing themselves at you all the time. How could you not be used to hearing you’re attractive?”

“That’s not what you said,” he argued, and you were so thoroughly entertained by the slight pout in his voice, “You called me other stuff. Like, poetic shit. People don’t just say that to each other.”

“Yeah?” you asked teasingly, relishing in the fact that you had him stumbling over his words for a change, “Can’t handle me telling you how beautiful you are?”

“If you’re trying to get me to stop begging to fuck you in public, you’re going about it the wrong way,” he murmured against your neck.

“If it weren’t for the fact that your sister would kill you, then I’d consider it.”

He suddenly stood up then, as if he had just had some stellar epiphany. Alert with wide eyes, he glanced back at the band, their set seemingly coming to a close, and his lips curled up into a wide grin.

“I’m gonna buy us a round before the next band,” he announced, abruptly pulling away from you and offering you his hand.

You were confused, but tangled your fingers together anyway, allowing him to lead you back to the bar. Ignoring the prying eyes of others was much easier when you were inebriated, but conversely, people were a lot less subtle with their staring when they were drunk. You continued to try to pay them no mind, but now you had to wonder how many people had seen Luke shove you up against the wall and make out with you like it was his sworn duty.

When you reached the bar this time, Luke immediately made conversation with Han and greeted Chewie, asking all sorts of small talk questions that you didn’t really see the point of. Han indulged him, though it could’ve been for your sake, you weren’t sure, and gave a few answers that were at least mildly interesting. That suggested to you that Han didn’t see your public display of affection just a moment ago, and you relaxed a little. Luke then ordered drinks for the four of you, and it seemed that everyone was a bit far gone. You briefly wondered where Leia was, but figured she probably did have her own friends to hang out with.

“Where’s your royal pain in the ass sister?” Han asked right on cue, trying to sound disinterested.

“She’ll be around in a few minutes,” Luke replied, and you knew the look in his eye well by now.

You were dying to know what his plan was, but you stayed silent, not wanting to give your scheming up to Han.

Luckily, you wouldn’t have to wait long, catching sight of her at a distance, a long, flowing skirt coming down to her boots and a leather jacket resting on her shoulders. Her shirt was cropped, which seemed slightly unusual for her given what you knew about her style, and her hair was in two long Dutch braids. She looked beautiful, which was no surprise, of course.

What was shocking, however, was that she was on stage.

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Sooooo at 11 o’clock at night, as every girl does, I was rearranging my room and moving heavy furniture. While I find myself to be quite the strong and independent woman (I was but at the cost of a sore back and broken snow globe) I can’t help but wish I had had James Potter around to help me.

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It’s late on a Thursday night and Roommate!James is getting ready for bed because he has work in the morning. After finishing brushing his teeth he is walking down the hall to his room when he hears a loud thump from in your room and a muffled “shit!” More than a little worried, he knocks on the door and then cracks it open, “Angel? You okay in here?”

The sight before him is far from what he suspected, but he can’t help the amused grin that creeps onto his face. Your room, to say the least, is a disaster. Furniture is all out of order, books are scattered everywhere, and on top of your pajamas you are wearing a tutu that has to have been a child’s and rainbow, heart-shaped sunglasses.

“Uh, so what’s happening in here?”

You have the decency to look at least a little sheepish at being caught, “oh nothing, just rearranging my room.”

James looks at his phone, “at 11:30 at night? Angel, don’t you have work tomorrow?”

“Well yeah, but I was sitting here, getting ready for bed, when I realized that my room looks all wrong. And I had to change it.”

“And it can’t wait until tomorrow?”

You shake your head, “nope. Won’t be able to sleep until it’s fixed.”

Even though he sighs, he can’t help but find this all a little bit endearing. And you just look too damn cute in that tutu that’s much too small, “well, at least let me help you. This furniture is heavy.”

You pout at him and cross your arms, “I am perfectly strong and independent, thank you very much. I don’t need a big strong man’s help.”

He pokes your cheek to get you to smile and says, “I know you are, angel. But it’d make me feel better if I did it. Don’t want something falling on you and you getting hurt.”

You look at him with those big, soft eyes of yours and say, “but don’t you have a big meeting tomorrow? You need your sleep.”

His heart nearly bursts in his chest, “Well yeah. But I won’t sleep regardless, either cause I’m helping you or I’m up worrying about you. So just accept my help.”

You grumble out a little “fine.”

He gives you a smile, “excellent, now tell me more about this tutu.”

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hiiiiiii, your fics are sooo adorable!! I love your demon slayer fics so much!! If you are still accepting requests, then can I share one with you if thats okay? If you dont want to do this then please dont feel shy to say no! Can you please do a modern AU where Yoriichii and Michikatsu are Muichiro's uncles and they decide to spoil their nephew with some tickles?? I love the family dynamic they have in modern AUs! Thank you so much for hearing (or reading? hehe) my idea!

Thank you so much! Omggg this idea is so cute!!! How I never thought about that? Hope u don’t mind that I added my little boy Yui! Hope u like!!!! 💛💛

Uncles' Visit

Omg this one represents this fic so much haha

Lee: Muichiro Tokito, Yuichiro Tokito

Ler: Yoriichii Tsugikuni, Michikatsu Tsugikuni (if you don’t know, that’s Kokushibo)

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Ships: NONE (family- you know-)

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, if you don’t like it, just scroll down

This fanfic is originally in Portuguese, my English is translated using an automatic translator, if there are any big errors you can tell me so I can fix them

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Yoriichii and Michikatsu slowly and silently opened the door to the apartment

They had come as a surprise to visit their two favorite nephews! They were going to love!

Upon entering the apartment, they caught a glimpse of a blue-haired figure sitting on the couch, so they ran over and shouted

"Surprise!"

The teenager looked up from his cell phone to look at them

“Oh, hi”

The mood was broken, ‘oh, hi’? What was that answer?

“Yuichiro? I could have sworn it was Muichiro” Michikatsu said

“Why are you confusing me with him?” Another figure appeared, coming from another room

The adults were confused

“Sorry, Yui, it’s just that he has such a serious expression that I thought it was you” Michikatsu laughed “come give uncle a hug!”

Yuichiro rolled his eyes “it’s hot, I’m not going to hug anyone”

It was true, the day was terribly hot, the two boys looked practically the same, in tank tops and shorts, with their long hair tied in buns, only able to be differentiated by Yuichiro’s black tank top and Muichiro’s white one

“Oh, we’re here, and do you intend to sit there all day?” Yoriichii said

“Ah, uncle, it’s sooooo hot, I don’t have the energy to do anything” Muichiro said, lowering his cell phone a little to look at his uncle, but soon continuing to use it again

Yoriichii and Michikatsu left the room and went to talk in the kitchen

“It’s a serious case of laziness” Yoriichii shrugged “what do you plan to do?”

“Let’s do what we always did when they were younger, they loved it~” Michikatsu smiled, his brother understood exactly what they were saying

“Alright, alright” Michikatsu sat on the couch next to the younger twin “but I’m sure we can convince you two”

Yoriichii sat next to the other twin

“And how do you plan to do that, huh?” Yuichiro said, with an air of contempt

The uncle who was sitting next to him just smiled, pointing to the other two sitting on the other end of the couch

“Uncle! Please! NOHOHOHOHOHO!” Muichiro yelled, Michikatsu had started tickling him, and the boy couldn’t resist.

“Your turn~” Yoriichii teased.

“H-hey, that’s childish, let go of me!”

“Childish? Oh come on, Yui, you can have some fun, you know?”

“Your brother is finding this really funny.”

“AHAHAHAHAHAHA” Muichiro was too ticklish, and his belly was being attacked.

“I don’t hear a no~”

Yuichiro didn’t have time to pay attention to his brother, he should really be worrying about the situation he had gotten himself into.

“No, no, no! Gehehehet ohohohoff!” He fought back the giggles as his uncle’s hands dug into his sides. “Shihit”

“No need to hold back~”

“Pfff, I’m nohohot gohohohoing to-“

“No going to what?” Shit, Yoriichii's hands found his upper ribs

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA”

“That's it, Yuichiro! Let go”

At the same time, on the other side of the couch, Muichiro was almost dying

“UNCLEHEHEHE! AHAHAHAHAHA”

“Poor Mui~ too sensitive for his own good, huh?~”

Muichiro blushed, he was too embarrassed by teasing

“Is your belly your weak spot?~ I wonder what happens if I press this little button here~” Michikatsu circled the boy's belly button with a finger

Muichiro shook his head asking for mercy, but he wasn't understood, the tickling in his belly button started and he threw his head back

“NOHOHOHOHO *snort* EHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHA”

“How's the little grumpy boy over there, brother?” Michikatsu asked

“Have you already let out all the cute giggles you have inside you?”

Yuichiro blushed and covered his face with his hand, trying to suppress the embarrassing sound he was making

“And the other one?”

“I think I’m going to kill him soon~”

Tears rolled down Muichiro’s face

“PLEHEHEHEAHAHASE”

“UNCLEHEHEHEHE”

“STOHOHOHOHOHOP” the two said at the same time

The two adults immediately raised their hands, respecting the request

“Ready to go out with your favorite uncles?!”

“Michikatsu, let them breathe” Yoriichii laughed, always being more careful than his brother “we almost killed them”

Muichiro took a deep breath, wiped the tears from his face and got up from the couch

“I'm going to change my clothes” he went over to his uncles and hugged them “sorry I didn't say hi properly! Come on Yui”

“Okay, okay, I'm going” Yuichiro got up from the couch “that was childish”

“Another round?”

“Eep! Get off me!” The teenager ran to his room, his face flushed and a small smile on his face

Everyone laughed, the visit from his uncles was really nice that day

❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜❤️🧡

Thanks for reading 💛💛

[suzukiblu]

Been looking through your assorted aus page and the link for "weird amnesia Timberkon"/"for the game young" is broken (as in, the tag does not appear to exist). It seems like you put a lot of time into that page so I figured you'd want to know (and also selfishly I am very interested in finding out what weird amnesia timberkon entails)

WHOOPS, my bad, messed that one up. Should be all fixed on the page now, though! Oddly I only seem to have one teeny lil' snippet up for that AU, to my surprise, could've sworn I'd posted more? Sooooo as thanks for catching that busted link for me, have a nice big chunk of the WIP behind this read-more, hah.

So Superboy is apparently an idiot. Then again, whatever, if Bernard were an indestructible telekinetic half-alien he would probably also not worry too much about looking subtle in his civvies or maintaining a secret identity, and also it's been a while since he's heard anything about the guy doing any active superheroing anyway so maybe Superboy is just assuming that the entire planet somehow forgot about his teen heartthrob superhero posters and all those close-up high-def publicity shots of his very public face and whatever? Oh, and also that one time that he literally fucking died to save the whole freaking world and the big ol' memorial statue. Statues? There might've been two, come to think. 

So maybe an idiot. 

A very hot idiot, though. 

Well, whatever, Bernard figures, taking a sip of his boba tea and idly watching Superboy check out his boyfriend from the far side of the cafe like he's a sad puppy in a shop window who just wants a little love. Tim is looking at his phone and appears oblivious to Superboy's existence. 

Bernard assumes Tim's doing that thing where he pretends to not be Robin, for obvious reasons. That thing remains adorable but is getting increasingly less convincing as time goes on. Like, he really doesn't know what Tim actually thinks he thinks he does in his downtime? There is no logical reason for a civilian to be either as ripped or as scarred as Tim Drake is, but part of being Tim Drake's boyfriend is pretending to be oblivious to those facts and also never questioning his flimsy excuses to run off at a moment's notice or disappear during a crisis or whatever else. 

Bernard tries to figure out how to politely extricate himself from the situation for long enough for Tim to go check up on Superboy, because Superboy very clearly needs to be checked up on. Unfortunately he went to the bathroom like ten minutes before the guy walked in all sad-puppy so the obvious option is out, and Tim knows damn well he isn't gonna call his parents for anything less than a full-on emergency, and his friends it'd be weird not to just text, and . . . fuck, he doesn't know. He needs an angle here. 

"I'll be right back, babe, just gotta duck into the bathroom real quick," Tim says, glancing up from his phone with an apologetic smile. Bernard relaxes slightly. Okay, that works, thank you, Bat-planning. Superboy can just follow Tim back to the bathroom and they can do whatever superhero sidebar they need to do back there. 

But then Tim gets up, gives him a peck on the cheek, and heads back to the bathroom, and Superboy . . . doesn't follow him. 

The hell? 

Bernard represses a frown and takes another sip of his boba. Superboy continues not to follow Tim. He just sits there at his own little table with his completely untouched drink, looking like the saddest puppy that has ever sadded. 

Bernard is mystified. 

Are they having a fight, maybe? Is Tim ignoring Superboy because of that, not the secret ID stuff? That seems weird and not very Tim-like, fighting or not. But Superboy's in Gotham and came into the cafe after they did, so he can't be the one avoiding Tim. But also he didn't follow him to the bathroom when presented with the very unsubtle opportunity to do so, so . . . what the hell? 

Weird. 

Bernard takes yet another sip of boba and keeps watching Superboy. Superboy seems oblivious to said watching, but he guesses the guy is pretty famous and is a very public superhero and is always doing impressive shit and all that, so he's probably used to being watched. Oh, and also he's stupid, stupid hot. 

Bernard cannot imagine being this used to attention, but apparently Superboy is. Bernard, of course, is not a punk idol superhero built like a porn star and a supermodel had a threeway with a bodybuilder. So like, that particular bit of mental dissonance probably makes sense and all. Life experiences are not universal, and all that. 

Especially not when the life experience one is comparing oneself to started in a cloning tube. 

Well, it's not like it's a burden for Bernard to have a free pass on checking out a hottie while he waits for Tim to come back from, presumably, waiting for Superboy to come and talk to him. Which Superboy is just . . . not doing, still. Inexplicably. 

Still, sad puppy or not, Superboy's civvies look damn good on him, so that's something. Bernard's enjoying them, like as an aesthetic experience and everything. Superboy's wearing an unbuttoned red flannel shirt with rolled-up sleeves over a very tight black tank top and even tighter light wash skinny jeans that are bafflingly intact, considering the fact that a dude with Kryptonian-level super-strength is currently vacuum-sealed into them. 

Does tactile telekinesis work on skinny jeans? Is that a thing? Like, are Superboy's jeans currently indestructible? 

That sounds amazing, actually. 

Also, those buckled-up black leather boots he's wearing look like they could straight-up kill a dude, Kryptonian power-assist or not. And the shiny mirrored sunglasses and ridiculous multitude of even shinier gold piercings all suit the guy, somehow, and even without looking like too much. 

Relatedly, Superboy's tank top is very, very tight. 

Also relatedly, his nipples are apparently pierced. 

And so is his belly button, it looks like. 

Ngh. 

Superboy's vacuum-sealed jeans are not quite tight enough for Bernard to figure out if he's got any below the spike-studded belt piercings, but his imagination is happy to fill in the blanks there. He's tempted to ask for Tim's theories on the existence of any such piercings, because yeah Superboy has super-hearing but Bernard has no shame and Tim logically should know, buuuuut he's still pretending not to know Tim is Robin so yeah, probably he shouldn't do that. 

He could start a new conspiracy board for it, maybe. That'd be fun. 

Superboy also has leather cuffs on his wrists and mismatched rings and necklaces and a really hot fade haircut that is noticeably windswept, and really, really looks like something that Bernard would like to see somebody dig their fingers into. Just–look, there's curls. Bernard cannot be blamed for curls. 

And he's trying not to eye the cuff bracelets too much, but they provide very nice inspiration for a certain style of kinky thoughts. Not that Superboy couldn't snap basically any set of cuffs that wasn't made of kryptonite or promethium or like a magical kryptonite-promethium alloy or whatever without even trying, obviously, but like, somehow the thought of the guy having to restrain himself more than anything else makes the whole mental image hotter? Like, somehow? 

Bernard pictures Superboy wearing a pair of cheap flimsy sex toy handcuffs and trying very, very hard to keep himself in them while someone else takes very careful inventory of all his piercings, wherever and whatever they all just so happen to be. 

Jesus. Yeah, there's a thought. 

Is it weird to consider flirting up your boyfriend's superhero bestie while he's badly pretending to be a civilian, Bernard wonders? Is that a thing? 

Probably, but he still has no shame and is also in an open relationship, so whatever. 

Hell, who knows, in retrospect maybe Tim actually arranged this setup specifically for Bernard to get an eyeful of his work crush. Like, Bernard always felt like Robin and Superboy had some significant UST going back in the day. Maybe Tim wants to finally do something about that, and the setup idea sounds like a very "Bat" approach to doing said something. And it'd explain why Superboy didn't follow Tim to the bathroom and maybe even why he's coming across kind of anxious right now, if he's trying to psych himself up to come over or something. Like, if he's nervous about making a good impression, though Bernard cannot imagine why he ever would be. Well, not like Supers are known for their undercover skills, so . . . 

Either way, if that's the plan, Bernard is very fine with it, so he decides to go find out for himself and picks up his drink to head over and chat the guy up. Worst case scenario, he’s just gotten his hopes up a little, he figures. Best case, he’s putting Superboy out of his “oh god, how do I do undercover” misery. 

"Mind if I sit?" he asks, and flashes Superboy a grin as he gestures at the empty seat at the other half of his table. Superboy looks weirdly startled, like he somehow expected to go unnoticed despite being a literal superhero who is also unspeakably hot and is also wearing very, very tight clothes that he's this close to busting out of. Like, at least half a dozen girls are actively checking him out right now, as is the dude behind the counter and the old guy on the sidewalk outside who’s busy badly pretending to be reading the outdoor menu board instead of checking out Superboy’s ass through the front window. 

So yeah, Bernard really does not understand that apparent assumption. 

Come to think, maybe Superboy has some self-esteem issues or something. Bernard admittedly might also have self-esteem issues if he were Superman's clone. Then again, if he were Superman's clone, he would look like Superman and also be very aware of how Superman himself looks, sooooo . . . 

Seriously, "younger and sexier punk rock Superman" is not a vibe that Bernard can imagine going ignored all that often. Or ever. 

“Uh–what?” Superboy says. 

“I’ve been temporarily abandoned by my boyfriend and I’m easily bored,” Bernard clarifies politely, though obviously Superboy was staring at Tim long enough to have noticed said abandonment the moment it happened. “So, mind if I sit?” 

“I–sure?” Superboy says, looking nervous. Bernard puts another tally in the “too bad at undercover work to follow the Bat-plan” column. Whatever, the guy’s trying his best, he’s not gonna judge him. 

There's a pin on the inside of Superboy’s flannel, Bernard notices as the other shifts awkwardly in his seat, and is vaguely puzzled by the sight of it. Like, it's just a little thing and he doubts he'd have even seen it if he weren't in this close to the guy, but . . . 

Just–yeah. Little pin. Just like a cheap little round button, like the kind that comes out of the dollar bin at all sorts of random stores. And it's hidden inside Superboy's flannel, mostly, but it's definitely got the S-shield on it. 

Bernard is perplexed. Even in Gotham, it's not like it's weird to see people wearing Superman merch. So like, why is Superboy hiding that?

“Cool,” he says as he files that away as a little oddity, and takes the empty seat. Superboy continues to look nervous. Bernard continues to work on figuring out if his weird Bat-boyfriend who he’s not supposed to know is a Bat set him up on a blind date with his superhero bestie. The nervousness supports the theory, anyway. 

Man, this dude really is even prettier up close. How was he Tim’s bisexual awakening with this guy around and in close quarters with him? Like, he’s flattered, don’t get him wrong, but also maybe Tim has some vision problems and he should get that checked out before it inconveniences his nightlife. 

"Sooooo like . . . what do I call you?" Bernard asks, peering across the table at him curiously. "Because the obvious option seems like a bad idea, obviously.” 

"‘The obvious option’?" Superboy stops looking nervous long enough to look confused instead. 

"Yeah?" Bernard says, cocking his head. Superboy cannot possibly think he’s being subtle here, so . . . "I mean, I assume you don't go by 'Superboy' when you're dressed like that. Like, that's the whole point of being dressed like that, right?" 

Superboy stares blankly at him. Bernard cocks his head the other way, now officially the confused one. 

"What?" Superboy says. 

"Okay, sorry, this is the thing where you-know-who still insists on pretending he's not Robin, isn't it," Bernard realizes, which he really should've realized would be a thing from the start. He supposes that makes sense even with Superboy’s total lack of subtlety, though, superheroes probably do have to really commit to that thing. Especially ones who work for Batman and Superman. Or . . . just around Superman, maybe? Bernard is not fully clear on that particular superhero hierarchy. "My bad. So, uh, what do I call you, because there is obviously no obvious option. Obviously.” 

"You . . . recognize me?" Superboy croaks. 

"Uh," Bernard says, brow furrowing in bemusement at the very weird expression the guy's currently wearing. "Yes? No offense, you're kind of recognizable. Like, do you even have a secret identity? I mean, you're a clone, right, and I know you were just doing the full-time hero thing in at least Hawaii, so I actually have no idea if you ever bothered making one up or not?” 

"You recognize me," Superboy chokes, just staring at him, and then bursts into tears. 

. . . well, that can't be good.

[azxulskz]

- fragile,

not strong or sturdy; delicate and vulnerable.

Pairing: han jisung x m!reader

Genre: fluff, non-idol au!, and romance.

Warning: kissing (?) that's about it!

A/n: sooooo, my first fic!!! I feel like I did a lot of grammar mistakes... Especially using semicolons, so please don't forget to comment so I can make sure to be better for the next fic!! Reblogs, likes, and commenting will be really appreciated. Thank you, and enjoy reading!!

Please don't repost, steal, copy, translate, and any kind of plagiarism. This is my work, so please don't steal it.

Love me, like a fragile object.

The people around me see me as fragile, like something that could shatter under pressure. They think I'll break if not handled carefully, that I might crumble without my comfort person by my side. And I can't blame them for seeing me this way, because I've become what they believe I am.

Han jisung..

He's the reason they see me as fragile, delicate, soft, vulnerable, and frail. He's the one who's shown me the most kindness, the one who's always there to pick me up when I fall. He's the one who's made me feel safe and loved, the one who's helped me to believe in myself. He's the one who's made me realize that I'm not as strong as I thought I was, that I need someone to lean on, someone to be there for me. He's the one who's made me realize that I'm not as independent as I thought I was, that I need someone to love and to be loved by.

Han Jisung...

He treats me like no one else, makes me smile like no one else, transforms my life, changes my perspective, and helps me love myself in a way no one else can. He's the one who's shown me what it means to be truly loved, the one who's made me feel like I'm worth something. He's the one who's made me realize that I'm not alone, that there's someone out there who cares about me. He's the one who's made me realize that I'm not just a fragile shell, that I'm a strong and capable man.

Han Jisung...

He makes me feel safe, allows me to be whoever I want to be, inspires me to dream big, fuels my hopes, and makes me believe anything is possible. He's the one who's shown me that I can be anything I want to be, that I can achieve anything I set my mind to. He's the one who's made me realize that I'm not just a boy with a broken heart, that I'm a man with a bright future ahead of me.

Han Jisung...

He's the best friend anyone could ask for, but is being a best friend all he can ever be? I've been trying to convince myself that he's just a friend, that I'm just overthinking things. But the truth is, I'm falling for him. I'm falling for him hard. And I'm terrified. I'm terrified of what will happen if I tell him how I feel. I'm terrified of losing him. But I'm also terrified of living with this secret, of never knowing what could have been.

You groaned in annoyance, staring at your phone once again. When did you, THE Y/n L/n, start feeling this way? In love with Han, your BEST FRIEND! You decided to turn off your phone to clear your head. Knocks on the door outside your apartment echoed through the room. Recognizing the pattern, you sighed and dragged yourself to open it. "What are you doing here so late?" you asked, your eyes scanning the younger guy standing before you. There stood Han—the person you like, the person who makes you feel so important, the guy who makes your stomach do flips—in his usual comfy clothes: an oversized shirt, jogging pants, his everyday shoes, and the tote bag you gave him for Valentine's Day.

"What are you doing here????? It's very late already, Han," you asked, eyeing him up and down. You desperately wanted to ask, "Can we give this a try?" You knew that it was a risk, but you were willing to take it. You were willing to risk everything for a chance to be with him. You were willing to risk losing him as a friend, just to have a chance to be with him as something more. You were willing to risk everything for a chance at love.

“Was about to go to the 7/11 store we always go to, but got lazy, sooooo, crashing in your place it is,” Han said enthusiastically, looking at you with that annoyingly-cute gummy smile. “Can’t shoo you away now, can I?” you asked Han, playfully annoyed, as you let him into your apartment. Han nodded, stifling a laugh, and walked inside, taking off his shoes and placing them neatly by the door. He set his tote bag on the kitchen counter and then headed towards the fridge to grab a soda.

You watched Han move around your apartment as if it were his own, a grin playing on your lips as you grabbed yourself a drink. “Are you gonna stay for tonight?” you asked, hoping he would say yes. Even a maybe would make you happier than you should be. “I will, it’s boring in our dorm, and I miss you,” Han said so casually that it felt like a punch to the gut.

“Just say you’re so in love with me at this point,” you said, not thinking much of it. He always flirted playfully with you. What harm could a little flirtation back do?

But a lot was about to happen.

"I am,” Han responded quietly, his head lowered, hands fidgeting, legs bouncing nervously. The tension in the air thickened, pressing down on you like a physical weight, making it hard to breathe.

“W-what?” was all you could manage. You were nervous, while he seemed even more tense. He didn’t speak for a moment, still fidgeting as if searching for the right words, the right moment. Then, he stood up, grabbing the tote bag from the counter. You watched as he pulled out a small bouquet of flowers, seemingly made of ribbons. Confusion, fear, and nervousness washed over you. “Han…?” you called out, waiting for an answer.

The room was silent, the tension growing thicker with each passing second. And then, finally, “I like you, Y/N.” The words tumbled out of his mouth, breaking the silence that had stretched for what felt like an eternity. He walked towards you and handed you the flowers. As you held them, the words replaying in your mind made you feel nauseous.

He likes you.

Han likes you.

Your best friend likes you.

Your heart pounded in your chest, a frantic drumbeat against your ribs. You looked at Han, his eyes filled with a vulnerability you’d never seen before. He was no longer the carefree, playful friend you knew. He was a man, a man who was scared, a man who was hoping.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to, I swear. We’ve been friends for so long, flirting, cuddling, being there for each other—it’s all normal. But lately, it’s been making me feel things. The way you smile at me, the way you let me take care of you, the way you flirt back, the way you let me do whatever I want when I’m bored… You’re just being you, and it’s frustrating. I can’t stop these feelings, I can’t stop what I truly feel about you, I can’t stop falling for you.” Han rambles, his voice laced with a mixture of desperation and hope. You listen, recognizing the same feelings and frustrations you’ve been battling since you realized you were falling for him. You’ve tried to ignore it, to push it down, but the truth is, you can’t deny it anymore. You look at him, his eyes filled with a vulnerability that makes your heart ache. Before you can think, you’re leaning in, kissing him softly, cupping his cheeks to silence his rambling.

“Han, you’re talking to yourself again,” you say softly, pulling back and smiling. The warmth of his lips against yours, the way his body instinctively leans into yours, it all confirms what you’ve been feeling. “I like you too, Han. A lot, more than you’ll ever know.” You ruffle his hair, holding his hands, feeling the warmth of his skin against yours. He’s stunned, processing your words. How could you like him? Just him? An average boy who happens to be your best friend? He looks at you with confused, teary eyes.

“You really… like me too?” he asks, fear evident in his voice. The question hangs in the air, a testament to the doubts that have been plaguing him. “I do, baby. I really do.” You respond, your voice firm and unwavering. The next thing you know, he’s blushing like a tomato before kissing you again, this time with a newfound confidence. The kiss is filled with a raw, unbridled passion that leaves you breathless.

You realize that this isn’t just a friendship anymore, it’s something deeper, something more profound. You’ve crossed a line, and you’re both ready to explore the unknown territory that lies ahead.

The air crackles with unspoken words, a symphony of emotions playing out between you. You can feel the shift in the dynamic, the transition from comfortable friendship to something more intense, more complicated. The uncertainty of the future hangs heavy, but the excitement of the unknown is exhilarating. You’ve both taken a leap of faith, and the journey ahead promises to be both thrilling and terrifying. You’re ready to face it together, hand in hand, hearts intertwined.

The world around you fades away, the only reality being the warmth of his body against yours, the taste of his lips on yours, the feeling of his hands intertwined with yours. This is a new beginning, a chance to rewrite the story of your relationship, to explore the depths of your feelings, to discover what lies beyond the boundaries of friendship. You’re both on the precipice of something extraordinary, and you’re ready to take the plunge.

[moonyasnow]

I need to do some Mallina yapping because I miss them

Imagining Malleus finding out about the concept of friendship bracelets and immediately suggesting they make ones for each other. Irina gets a green one and Malleus a purple one.

Malleus wears it sooooo openly. And when asked you can just see him get that smug-looking smile on his face and bragging about it, like— 'Oh, this? My dearest Child of Man made it especially for me to wear. It is a token meant to symbolize our friendship.' and he just looks so genuinely proud and happy of something that simple

Or if Irina came really really late to a Gargoyle Studies club meeting. She would never be late to one of them on purpose— maybe she was just busy and forgot the time, or she texted him to let him know she'd be late, but his phone was either broken or he just didn't check it. When she finally does arrive she's sad either way to have missed out on so much of their designated time together that day.

So Malleus just decides they're having a sleepover later that night.

[currentlylivingonaprayer]

my favorite sherliam fanfics

In no particular order

doing one of these again, even though literally nobody is asking for them

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/47340676

Garden Of Blood by Kiarrionss and luvviexq

A sherliam hanahaki disease fic, but it's somehow much more painful

Hello Police, Yes, this story right here. *aggressively points at phone* It made me laugh and blush and cry and rethink what love really was and realize that I will never be loved like this in my life. Amazing work. I absolutely loved it. One of my absolute favorites.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/32692183

floriography by jellyfen

Liam becomes the new target of a serial killer. Sherlock is there to help him find out who the killer is.

What would this list be without this story. Ive read it at least 4 times. It's number one on ao3 for a reason.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/41868567

mosaic broken hearts (we learn to live with the pain) by iridescentsung

sherliam may or may not have accidentally adopted a child after they started to live in America and finally sorted everything out between them.

Really, really beautiful and I only recommend it.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/31359539

Laws of Gravity by @glanceart

They survive the fall, battered and on the run. They find themselves at the mercy of a noble whose motives are misled.

I absolutely adore this story. The way both of them are struggling to live on after everything and learning how to deal with the difficulties of living a simple life. It ends on a good note.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/35645362

Hangman's Dilemma by Averylostcause, Cutie_Pi3

Sherlock catches Liam and puts him behind bars, only to realize how much he hates this and teams up with the Moriarty gang to get him out again. Louis tries to stab him multiple times, for realizing it so late.

I just finished this. It's sooooo sweet. Alternativ titel: sherlock just straight up not having a good time for 48k.

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I know, there's still so many more and I will add to this list as it continues, but this is it for now.

I don't know why, but somehow all sherliam fanfic seem to make me rethink what love is. Also, it's not a good sherliam fic, if you don't have a case to solve.

As always: if you know any of these authors here on tumblr, please tell me, so I can link them to this post. Please check out their stories and show them the love they deserve.

Also, if you have any sherliam stories you enjoyed, PLEASE TELL ME.

[evilcokito]

YO COCO WHATS up bbg- are you a pokemon cause i wanna take a peek-at-chu 🫶

Anyways I’m plopping down onto your bed and shit and lying down for a chat lesgo- I didn’t break your door at least, look at me being so courteous, don’t you just appreciate my kindness/j

ANYWAYS- your previous ask about Kitsune/Demon Cater being Ceru’s guardians instead of the angel gave me like insane brainrot- I’m just imagining Kitsune Cater hovering around Ceru as they buy groceries and stuff, and Cater slipping more healthy options into the basket as Ceru picks out all the instant stuff-

Now that leads me to think, since Angel Sam does look out for Coco a lot, what mundane activities would that do together? Go on walks? Or does Angel Sam handle everything for Coco? In my mind I feel like he’s coincidentally meet you while you’re walking somewhere, or maybe you’re on your lunch break or something, and he’ll just sooooo happen to have your favourite drink on hand.

I kinda see him and Coco leaning over a bridge in a park, feeding the ducks… maybe Coco makes a remark about how cute they are when they flap their wings, and Sam’s a little jealous~ he’ll flap his wings in your face, gently caressing it with his feathers…

Don’t you think he’s cute too?

Bro this is NOT my usual content but there’s something about sappy mundane activities done together that makes me all soft and gooey~ sending hugs and kisses ya way you scumbag (with all the affection in my heart)

Ceeerrruuuuu, visiting my house? What an honor. You can break the door to avenge yours if you want, although it is quite broken.

GIVE A BREATH, THE WINGS OF A DUCK NJFKKBHNKGBG- IT HARMS MY MENTAL HEALTH the pigeons in the park are cute, so cute that they even beat you Sam. Contest of the cutest birds, baby: duck, pigeon, crow, chicken, owl, eagle AND DON'T WORRY SAM YOU'LL COME LATER BABY cute pigeon.

Nvrunurf joevtbvgruo love that type of rutine life.

I have this in mind... Because Ceru and Cater Kitsune.... So cute... So sweet for now. I live for toxic Cater. So sorry, not all is perfect in life JUST FOR NOW.

Common situations in a routine life...

The kitsunes are spirits. Imagine a visit to a library-museum, which happens to exhibit works of ancient culture. Could it be that those beings always danced in the sky in such a way? Those kitsunes. Lost yourself looking at each one of those images but after seeing so many, ignored the last one. Just for a moment! When turned over that painting, it only had flowers and branches. What a strange composition for the time.

After 3 days, you felt like you were being followed and watched. And after 4 days, you almost thought you were crazy. In your house the chairs moved, and the furniture! The fan turned on by itself... Yor phone... Well. Tired, threw yourself on the bed, but it didn't feel like your bed. You had just lain down on a 2-meter orange fox.

It wasn't difficult to understand that only you could see it, that 2-meter beast that walked beside you on the street. Luckily, didn't have to give explanations. It walked along the bars of the house, floated through the air, danced in the wind for you. It went with you to the market and with its paw it pushed products into your shopping cart. Some heathly ones for you... others for him. You two hardly talk, FOXES DON'T TALK~ they communicate with glances. Your look says: "I'm not going to buy you that spicy food, annoying fox." And the fox seems to smile with his eyes.

The fox, however, is not always by your side. Another break from everyday life, right? Lets say... you miss how he would accompany to the shops, dance on the roofs of houses. You two watch videos on that app together. Have foxes modernized that much?. At least your house still haunted.

Today you get on the train, like you used to do. Sit on the bench, like used to do. Take out your favorite snack, guess... like used to do. Someone sits next to you.

"Foxes change shape." said, not looking at you.

You run off the train, weaving through the bodies of all the people, bumping into their shoulders. There were too many people. You couldn't tell if it was always the same everyday ones, you supposed, but didn't know. Everyday we all take the same path, right? But we're more than strangers. That boy with the orange hair, you could notice him in the crowd instantly. In your escape you see him repeatedly, smiling, like a ghost.

He put his arm around, and stop you. "Are you going to ignore me forever?~". When you see his eyes, smiling, you knew. You had been bewitched by a fox spirit for the rest of your days for real.

Now, the fox is by your side all the time. He continues to accompany you to the market, thowing healty food in your basket. Hair creams or skincare too.

He greets your neighbors and tells them he is taking good care of you. "What a good boyfriend you are, Cater!" And he puts that fox smile. He told you. He's a shapeshifter. Do you see him as a pet? Well, to the neighbors, appears to be someone else.

Cater wouldn't mind wearing that collar you want to put on him at all. He sleeps by your side every night like a faithful fox, wrapping his tails around your waist and legs, hugging you. His tails are soft and fluffy. Can't you move? Can't you leave? How bad~

Over time, Cater began to sleep with you in his human form, retaining his tails and ears, as well as fangs and nails. He does his best to stroke your back with his hands without scratching your skin with his nails, and to kiss your cheeks avoiding the urge to bite them with his fangs. For now, the fact that you put that collar on him is more than enough.

But you're not going to abandon him, are you?

Going to draw something.... Give me... Some time... I'm still with that.... This for now... Hope all is well written but very probably NOT! Sorry about that~

Don't worry about this actually. It's much more a: Yes, I'm also obsessed with Ceru relationship with the Cater fox and everyday life. So much so that I invented a novel in my mind *Smile*. Insane.

[vikzaym]

tired | kanemoto yoshinori

pairing: yoshi x reader

genre: fluff

wc: 0.6k

warnings: grammatical errors, crying, hugging, kissing, comforting, a little angst (?)

a/n: my first ever fic wohoo!! i wanted to start off by writing something for my ultimate bias yoshi sooooo.. well yeah please do request something on my profile if you like my writing!! i really appreciate all tips and support!

you were laying on your bed trying to stay awake. you had promised your boyfriend, yoshi to wait until he gets home to eat dinner together. you had woken up early to shower, clean the house, wash the dishes, change the sheets.

you got up from the bed walking over to your sofa and turning on the tv to watch your favourite series. episode 11, it's almost over. the main characters are still not together.

you kept closing your eyes almost falling asleep many times. you waited, and waited. the episode was over. no sign of yoshi. you started the last episode. 10 minutes in and you were crying. they had gotten together but the lead male killed the lead female. you couldn't watch it. you turned it off and opened youtube in hopes of finding some funny videos to laugh at. you did. but yoshi came home before you could start it.

"baby, i'm home" he called for you kicking his shoes off. "baby?" he called when you didn't run to hug him, or kiss him, or welcome him home. no you were laying on the sofa, all broken because of the drama, and because you were way too tired.

he walked to the living room. he was you and immediatly his eyes softened. "what's wrong?" he asked. "you're late" you answered. "i know baby, i'm so sorry" he said softly as he kneeled down in front of you caressing your shoulder while looking into your eyes. "you're never on time" you said feeling the urge to just start screaming at him and cry how worried he always makes you.

"baby.." he called looking down. "you know i don't do it bacause i want, i have no other choice" he was now caressing your head. his hand was comforting. he was comforting. you began crying. "sorry baby" you knew he felt bad. he hugged you. he kept mumbling sorry against your head silently. he let go of you when you tried to get up.

you sat up and stood on your legs. he got up too. you went to the kitchen. he followed you. you opened the fridge and pulled out three containers of food. you had made it for you two. you set them on the table and opened them. you grabbed the two plates you had earlier set down on the table. the fancy ones. you took one of them and took food on it. you warmed it up in the microwave. after it was heated you grabbed a fork and a knife and left him standing alone. you were mad. you for the first time actually were.

you were sitting on your shared bed staring at the screen of your laptop in front of you. you head the ding sound your microwave made. he had heated his food. you didn't hear the screeching your chairs would usually make so you assumed he was coming into the bedroom to be with you. you were right. he sat down next to you. you thought he would start eating but he set it aside on the bedside table.

"baby, can you look at me?" he asked softly. you did. you were looking at his eyes, he was on the verge of crying. you could tell. "i love you so damn much i could never leave you without any message for hours if it wasn't for my manager... he took our phones away and talked to us about some things" he explained.

"i know" you answered. you knew, you just wanted him to say it by himself. he kissed you. softly. just like he always did. he made you feel more loved than ever. something only he knew how to do.

[putellas14]

It Didn't Have to Be Like This (Jenni Hermoso ficlet)

Jenni zipped her last bag and smiled to herself. She was going to the World Cup. The plane was leaving in a few hours and she was feeling confident.

"You got everything?" Luisa asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Yup." Jenni smiled down at her. "I love you. We'll facetime. I won't miss a bedtime, I promise." She looked across the hall into the nursery.

"I know you won't, baby. Why don't I give you a few minutes to say bye to her and I'll take your bags downstairs for you?"

 "You don't have to do that. They're heavy. But I will say bye to this little monster. I'm going to miss her so much."

"I know." Luisa rubbed a hand over Jenni's shoulder. "She'll miss you, too."

Jenni leaned over and took the baby from Luisa's arms. "There's my pretty girl," Jenni whispered, touching her nose to Valentina's. The baby giggled and grabbed her mom's cheeks. Jenni hugged her close, whispering to her that she would miss her so much and she couldn't wait to come home and see her again. "I love you sooooo much," she said, kissing the baby's cheeks.

Waving to them from the taxi, Jenni was filled with sadness. Yes, she was happy to be playing in the World Cup. But she wished they could come with her and share in the excitement.

Jenni was true to her word. She never missed a bedtime. And she made sure to facetime twice a day. Even when they would win a match and advance, the highlight of her day was talking to Valentina. Spain made it to the final and Luisa sent her a photo of the two of them wearing matching Hermoso jerseys. Jenni tried to hide her tears but her teammates saw it and made fun of her.

She facetimed them from the field when Spain won. She needed to share this moment with them.

Because of all that, when she walked in the front door of their home three days later, she wasn't expecting to find it empty. The living room furniture was gone. The dining table was gone. She dropped her bags and rushed up the stairs, take them three at a time. Her heart pounding in her ears, she opened the nursey door. And collapsed.

It was empty. No crib. No books. No clothes. The changing table was gone. The photos from the walls were gone. There was a single envelope in the middle of the floor.

Pushing herself towards it, she saw her name on it. She tore it open and barely registered the lawyer's name at the top of the letter. She did register "don't contact" and "all communication through me" and "further legal action."

She curled up in the middle of the nursey and cried. For hours. Until she was too weak to do anything else.

Sometime after it got dark out, her phone rang. It was Alexia. She answered but didn't say anything.

"I just got the weirdest call from your brother," Alexia said. "Is everything okay?"

"She took Valentina," Jenni whispered. "Luisa. They're gone." And then she was crying again. Because she couldn't believe Luisa would take her child from her.

"We're coming. We'll be there in 10 minutes."

Ana and Alexia were there in eight. Jenni was still curled on the floor. Together, they helped her stand up and she collapsed into Ana's arms. Ana looked at Alexia over the top of Jenni's head, holding her friend close. Alexia was looking around the room in shock, her eyes glassy from the realization this was really happening. She took the letter from Jenni's hand and read it.

"I can't stay here," Jenni whispered.

"You'll come to my house," Alexia said. "You can stay as long as you want." She stroked a hand through Jenni's hair. "It's going to be okay," she reassured, despite knowing it wasn't going to be okay. "I'll go pack you some clothes. Why don't you go down with Ana and have some water?"

Jenni nodded, completely broken and clung to Ana's support as they went back down. The kitchen brought on new tears as Jenni found that all of Valentina's dishes were gone. All the baby bottles. And plastic plates. And bibs. And her high chair. She felt like she was being punched in the gut over and over again.

"I just want Valentina back. Why did she take my baby from me?"

"We're going to find her, I promise. Let's go to Alexia's and we can sit down and figure this out, okay?" Ana tried to keep her voice as calm as she could. All she wanted to do was kill Luisa. If Luisa was unhappy and wanted to leave, she could do that. But taking Valentina and hiding her was too far. 

Alexia took the bag out to her car and came back in for them. Seeing Jenni looking destroyed in her empty kitchen was heartbreaking. There was nothing she could do to fix this but at least she could get Jenni out of here so she didn't have to stay in this empty house alone. Alexia didn't think Jenni had gone into her own bedroom yet but it was just as empty as the rest of the house.

"Come on, sweetie." She put an arm around Jenni's waist. "Let's go." For tonight, she needed to give her friend a warm safe place to stay. A place with love and comfort and support.

She let Jenni cry on her shoulder through the rest of the night, offering whatever comfort she could. Ana refused to leave her side.

The next day they game planned. And Jenni called her family and learned that Luisa called them the previous day to say terrible things. And they all cried together. And Jenni told a few other friends. And they all felt the World Cup victory pride fade into the background. They prepared themselves for what was to come. These next days and weeks and months were going to be challenging. But they were all ready to fight to find Valentina and bring her home.

[pucksandpower]

I just want to say you’re one of my most favourite author and ever

I admire you so much and I get sooooo happy when you post

I wish you all the best 🫶

(Sorry for any mistakes: English is not my first language and my phone is half broken)

Thank you so much ❤️ And please don’t apologize, your English is perfectly good! I hope you have a wonderful day (or night … wherever you are) 🥰

[dollywheeler]

September 28th, 1996

[Incoming call, Saturday September 28th 1996, 10:08 am]

*distant voices and laughter in the background* *sound of multiple car engines* *beeping of a car horn* E: Dusty-Bun, is that you? D: Hey, El! E: Hold on - *beep of a button being pressed* *thudding sound of a handset hitting a wooden surface*- you're on speaker! W: *mumbled* Good morning- *stifled yawn* or afternoon or whatever D: How was the game? *sound of someone shuffling into the room* M: *far away but getting closer* You’d know if you were here, asshole!

D: It’s called work, Michael. We can’t all have weekends off. M: Yeah, right, because an all-expenses paid trip is such a slag. D: You’re just jealous! *ring of a bicycle bell* D: You’ll never guess where I’m calling from. M: If you say the toilet again, I swear- D: That was a mind-boggling experience, jackass! You should have been more appreciative! M: We’ve been using walkie’s since fifth grade, dude, pretty sure you’ve called us while taking a shit before. D: I wasn’t in another state then! We’re not even on the same continent right now and - *motorcycle in the background getting louder before receding again* W: Just tell us where you’re at, Dustin. D: Fine - I'm in front of La Sagrada Familia! M: So you’re looking at a construction site? I’m sooooo envious- D: You so are! Both of my trip and my sexy sexy mobile phone! M: We- W: Stop bickering! *the slap of skin hitting skin* M: *rustling fabric* OW! This is abuse! W: Leave me at the altar then, you baby. M: Your baby. D: *over the sound of far-away laughter* You guys are a fucking nightmare. E: I should have stayed home. M: Yeah, you should have! *sound of metal rattling* *sound of books thudding to the ground* M: EL! You can't just come into our house and -

E: Be nice to me, then! D: El, when are you getting here? E: I’m flying out tomorrow afternoon - dad’s dropping me off at the airport at 2 and I have a layover in New York. I should land around 10 am local time. *rustling of fabric* *the creaking of the springs of the couch cushions* W: *getting farther away* Stop planning your trips in front of us! M: Yeah, some of us don’t have our flights paid for by the government. And SOME of us care about our friends! *sound of books getting picked up* W: *distantly* And family! M: Yes, thank you, babe. W: *voice getting louder, closer* It’s called homecoming for a reason, Dustin! D: How many times am I going to have to apologize? M: Until you’re actually here for homecoming next year! *sound of springs squeaking as someone flops back onto the couch* D: I’ll be there at thanksgiving! You could see me next week if you wanted to! M: Yeah, but you broke the tradition! Which means the streak is broken and there'll be less pressure to come next year so someone else won’t be able to make it and it’s all ruined and it’s your fault! D: Relax; no one’s going to miss it next year. I wouldn’t have either if I’d known you were going to be such a stickler about it. W: How didn’t you know? Mike’s always this whiny about this kind of thing. *fabric rustling* D: Hey, Will, you know, I could still introduce you to my colleague Steward? Offer's always open- W: Oh no, I agree with Mike, Dusty. His bitching makes sure I don’t have to whine about it - that’s exactly why I said yes to his proposal. M: *scoff* Yeah, that’s why and not the mind-blowing- W: Mike, think very carefully about what you say next and remember that until this is legally binding I can still take Catherine and leave! M: As if Catherine would choose you! *fabric rustling* W: Fuck off. *sound of air kisses* E: Dustin, I might just call Bernard and tell him to get me an earlier flight. M: You don’t have to be here, El, you’re the one that broke in at too-fucking-early o’clock- E: Mom and dad sleep in on Saturdays! I was bored! M: And we don’t? Some of us have to wake up at six every morning to get to work! E: Oh pish posh. W: *tiredly* Mike, don’t antagonize my sister. M: Will, don’t defend my ex-girlfriend. *springs squeaking* M: Will- No wait come back- *feet hitting the ground* *running footsteps* *shuffling and clothing rustling* *giggling* E: *loud sigh* I wish Max were here already. D: *crackling connection* Where are they? *cut-off yelp in the distance* *sound of head thudding against the wall* *giggling* E: They’re still asleep upstairs.

D: Did Lucas- *sound of someone grunting as they're pushed backwards* *sound of someone jumping over a couch* *sound of springs bouncing as El yelps* M: Wait a second - *sound of handset getting picked up* *clicking of a button* Will, can you and El start on breakfast please? *muffled protest in the distance* *confused shuffling* M: Thanks, babe. E: Why can’t I just stay- W: *distantly* El, just come in here! E: *muttered* whatever, stupid men...*couch cushions shifting* D: Is she gone? M: Yeah and I’ve taken you off speaker. D: SO? M: *fabric rustling* *couch cushions shifting* Okay, Lucas got the r-i-n-g, but he’s not sure when or how yet. He’s thinking of doing it at Thanksgiving with his family, but he’s worried Max might want something more private. D: She’s going to say ‘yes’ anyway. Tell him to do it with his family around. And to stop being a coward. M: I’ll let you tell him - they’re just coming down the stairs. M: *shuffling of a phone pulled away from a face* Lucas, Dustin wants to tell you he loves you! *distant voices* *sound of phone getting handed over* L: Hey, man D: Ask her around your family and stop being a coward. Hell, why not just do it tonight? *rustling of wind* L: Love you too, Dusty-Bun. *distant voices* D: You guys really need to let that go. Even Suzy has stopped calling me that - most of the times. L: Ew, I don’t need to know that. D: You’re the one with your mind in the gutter, dude! L: Anyway, we are going to help chaperone the homecoming dance tonight. D: Seriously, all of you? That’s so lame. We used to curse the chaperones. L: Yeah, honestly we’re not happy about it either, but Mike and Will don't have a choice so they signed us up against our will as well. We’re only here for the weekend anyway - and as we’re good friends that actually want to spend time together… D: I know you all miss my beautiful face but you guys really should stop whining about it. It's unbecoming. L: *scoff* D: You can still ask Max - it would be cute! Remember the snow ball? L: Absolutely not. I’ll probably spend the entire night holding Max back from spiking the punch, anyway. Mx: *yelling from far away* If I’m going to have to spend my evening around high-schoolers AGAIN, I might as well have a little fun. And seriously these losers need it - it’s like they all have sticks up their butts all of a sudden. L: *grinning* Remember Junior prom? *loud rattling in the distance* W: *far away* EL! PUT THE PAN DOWN! E: *distantly* DON’T MENTION THAT! L: *sound of phone being lowered* *voice more distant* Oh come on, El! It was funny! W: *distantly* PUT IT DOWN! WE GOT THAT FROM MOM! L: *grazing of phone against ear* Anyway, how’s Spain? D: Great - I had a symposium this morning but I’m free-roaming this afternoon. L: That’s great dude - Oh, breakfast is almost ready. Max, you want to speak with Dustin? Mx: *closer than before* No, you know I hate that guy. *sound of fabric rustling* *giggling* *sound of a hand being slapped away* D: Love you too, Max! Mx: Stay safe, Dusty-Bun! Don’t forget my fucking magnet! D: I won’t! Where did Mike go? L: He’s playing referee in the kitchen. I’ll tell him goodbye for you. D: Thanks! Talk to you guys later! *distant chorus from the kitchen* Bye!

[Call disconnects, Saturday September 28th 1996, 10:47 am]

[eminsunnytoons123]

Class of 3000: back to the SING!

THREE Doodle dumps

Since I have Said that I have made some co3k reboot Doodle dumps while I wasnt really on my phone, like, my mama told me to put it in the living room (she sometimes thinks I'm too much on the phone but she sometimes jokes with me like that) And then I took it now because she wants to drink coffee with my babo, but now she doesnt mind sooooo.... anyways, so heres the doodles I have made =^_^=

And these are some treats for @aquamarine-dream-queen @moshywoosh @ducktopia90264 @classywinnerpeace @ghostytoastynights @nightkit92 @nia1sworld @iggyguyy @dackychansworldofhoshino more of my loved ones in my tumblr family that always love me And support my work And I love them all too And love THEIR work =^/////^= And! @alegriacherryblossom is the new member of our tumblr family =^_^= 🩷💖

Anyways, I'll explain the doodles cause I want to lol:

1st Doodle dumps page:

1# Doodle: I Drew Cheddar man And Bianca dressed up as a banana And a chicken, And yes its based on that "IM A BANANA" music video by Onision on youtube. And also, I do NOT support Onision, because I know what he did but I just made this Doodle as a lil' joke or somethin' to laugh at

2# Doodle: I Drew Jan again but this time he is holding his broken "BROOM" while he is saying that he SNAPS like his BROOM, but then he realizes that he called his mop a "broom" >w< And yes, he broke his mop out of Anger 0_0;

3# Doodle: Lucius just being sassy And he is saying his Greeting just like from the episode "Hunt for red blobtober" =^.^=

4# Doodle: Philly Phil is just saying "OOOOHHHH!" he is obviously shocked at somethin' 0.0

5# Doodle: Principal Luna saying the quote he Said from the Show since I kinda found that quote funny, And I dont remember from which episode he Said that ^///^;

2nd Doodle dumps page:

1# Doodle: Sunny is just imagining "Screaming inside", And this is a spoiler of an fanfic episode I'll make called "everyone is stuck in the stage room for the night!" And Sunny in here is probably just tired 0///0;

2# Doodle: a small but cute "cool kitties" a.k.a Kaylie x Mackenzie doodle ship =^_^=

3# Doodle: Brooklyn Bill with some cute pigtails since his hair always made me thought that he actually has pigtails ^///^

4# Doodle: Tanya losing her temper in the fanfic episode And she is yelling that EVERYONE in the stage room is annoying her! And even her face turns red from Anger! 0.0;

5# Doodle: Madison saying her quote from the Show And she just looks like she is trying to think of a plan or Idea or somethin' =^.^=

3rd Doodle dumps page:

1# Doodle: Addison just kinda acting like an dog after Salieri or someone else between the eastley kids threw her a bone 0_0

2# Doodle: Kam was about to say his BORING And ANNOYING nerd talks And then Kim interupts him And says that nobody cares about his talks 0////0;

3# Doodle: A small Doodle of Lil' G just givin' a sassy look =^.^=

4# Doodle: a small Doodle of Mila, Bianca And cheddar man having their faces painted Pink (Mila), yellow (Bianca) And blue (cheddar man) so they can represent a pansexual flag =^.^= 💖💛💙

So those are all the doodles I made, but I'll make more tommorow since I had lots of fun drawing these =^w^=

I hope y'all will like these =^//////^= 🩷💙💖💛💜🧡❤️

[ask-post-ii17au-box]

bow PLEASE tell us the tail story

Sure I can like do that!

Soooo after I died I didn’t immediately get to purgatory mansion, the details are like pretty blurry and all I remember is just a bunch of various green flashes and error notifications :p.

I know that seems like really random to bring up but trust me, it’s integral to what I figured out.

Anyways after that I woke up in the mansion, there’s no records of it existing before I died soooo I think Mephone automatically subconsciously made it as a error handler to correct whatever I broke with how he revives people or something :p

After that I was utterly bored out of my mind because my phone was outta battery and I hadn’t found the charger yet soooo I got to experimenting with my new ghost powers.

I had like a few years alone sooooo I figured out exactly the loophole I had got through:

Basically with how I died with mephone specifically broken it left me unable to be recovered by conventional means, the Meeple systems automatically bugged out with no idea of what exactly to do with me so it made the mansion.

But considering that’s a stipulation like I figured out that if you die at any point while Mephone 4’s recovery app is offline you’re considered “permanently dead” by the system, glitch out and like end up at the mansion!

Now this has a few properties that could have helped save everyone if that ball thingy hadn’t been shut off before I got a chance to do it.

All we had to exactly do was get all the contestants to die before whatever was like deleting the contestants got to them with Mephone 4 turned off and the recovery app inactive.

They’d have been all sent to the mansion immune from being deleted.

From there I figured out we could like transfer their data into robot bodies aka another loophole with how their creation worked exactly essentially like rendering them immune from the effects of being deleted or whatever.

Unfortunately everything like got unplugged before I could get to Mephone soooooo it’s too late now :p.

I have no idea if they’re fully deleted or not since I’m not a genius I just had enough time to figure stuff out of boredom.

So yea sorry I don’t like have the magical method of bringing everyone back.

Anyways as for me still being in Apple I think since the ball thingy got unplugged while I was in her it like confused the systems enough that it just rendered her “a important system file that’s unable to be deleted” and moved on.

And to tie up that loose end her mind survived too not just her body sooo you can like technically add her to the survivor list I guess.

I can’t give her back control or leave her body for some reason though so she’s unable to talk and like do anything else apart from think, watch me do stuff and mentally talk to me.

Since I can hear her I can relay what she says soooo you guys like can also ask apple stuff!

[meltinginoz]

Weird Al scrubs I sewed when my roommate and I saw him in Melbourne last year, (he was lit as all geddup) I hand sewed these because every time I go to use a sewing machine I can’t find a part or it doesn’t wanna work or it’s in my folks room while my dad is taking a nap I swear it’s as bad as can openers! (Every can opener I’ve ever used except one has broken, we are talking tens of can openers, I also have horrible luck heating tomato soup, these are my only flaws and none of em are my fault)

Anyhewwww it took SO LOOOONG UGHHH I was finishing the Madonna scrub gown the day before, and the scrub caps, I think I was trying to refrain from hot glue, but after much frustration I finished em, and I added pockets to the pants BEAT DECISION IVE EVER MADE I debated not doing em cos I SOOOOO didn’t wanna but I knew I’d regret it if I didn’t so I was like go big or go home and those bad boys fit my keys, phone, wallet, a whole ass shirt, two bigass stickers, my friends stuff, makeup, so much!

ADD POCKETS TO YOUR COSTUMES!!!!!

It’s so useful and you don’t have to worry about a bag affecting your look, it’s one of my fav things about my beej costume, I had so much crap in my pockets, aaaaand it’s perfect for putting all the stuff you inevitably buy at cons, or shove a tote bag in it, or spiders and business cards (I did that for beej)

Oh also the glasses are $9 blue light ones from Kmart, fabulous for costumes, and the stache is alcohol activated paints and I curled my hair with straws overnight while it was damp, add mouse and a chemical warfare amount of hairspray, give your roommate asthma, also bobbypins!

Learn from my mistakes, I made em so you don’t have to, any questions ask away!

Ps due to the hotel having a distinct lack of chainsaws for photo ops I’m holding a can opener (in other pics I’m holding a saucepan and a broken electric toothbrush:)