#yes I know I should be in bed I technically am I just can't sleep

[wistsandmagic]

MORE QUESTIONS!!! pick any ocs of your choice :3

1) Does your OC have a voice claim, if so who?

11) What was your inspiration for your OC?

20) If they fight, what's their weapon of choice?

25) Are they the kind of person who can't resist a good song? Can I catch your OC singing to themselves while they do the dishes?

26) What flower do you associate your OC with?

I think most of these are gonna be for Wonton, honestly. XD; 1. Yes, surprisingly! Ayaka Nishiwaki from the Japanese techno-pop band Perfume! She has the highest vocals and the 'cutest' voice, and that fits Wonton to a T. She isn't squeaky, she just has a higher-pitched voice than one would think, and when she speaks her words tend to flow more than you would expect from even a small truck.

2. .....a joke that Glyph made about how "One Ton" sounded like a TFA truck bot's name and my own opinion that the tiny kei trucks would make EXCELLENT little minicons. Add to that the fact that TFA is the continuity of Cartoon Logic and naming conventions are made up, Wonton was born. 20. The only thing Wonton's had to fight so far are the occasional tanuki and wild deer that try to get into Ojii-chan's garden. She doesn't know that Cybertron or the factions themselves even exist, she's never seen another Transformer. She was an Allspark fragment that was carried across the ocean and landed on the kei-truck that is now her altmode, and no one has been to Japan. As far as she knows she is the only one of her kind in existence. So...she's not exactly had to fight. That being said, her preferred weapon is dual-wielding a homemade broom and a garden rake. That usually scares anything that's in the garden off, and if it doesn't, she's really good at whacking things. (also you are getting a Tripwire for this one because. Reasons*

Tripwire is from Eterna AU, and he's one of the three Warborn bot kids (consisting of Bumblebee, Strongarm, and himself) that were on board the Ark when the Ark left Cybertron. He's the youngest of the three, but yes, he knows how to fight, and knows how to fight well. He had to learn, just like the others, in order to survive. His preferred weapon is actually a bow, and he's pretty bloody accurate with the thing, too. Like trick-shot levels of accurate. Really the only person who can still outshoot him is Hot Rod, and Hot Rod is the one who taught him how to shoot to begin with, starting when he was the equivalent of 5 years old, with a little baby bow he'd cobbled together with Wheeljack's help. Only reason Hot Rod ever got him to learn, though, is because he told Tripwire that Damus would be super proud of him when they got back to Cybertron for learning and not relying solely on his ability to short out electrical components with his scream. (Not that he was wrong, it was just also self-preservation since the kid did NOT have great control over the direction he shorted things out)

25. Wonton is, actually! She sings to herself quite often, and utilizes the radio in her cab to listen to music when she and Ojii-chan are working on the farm. They both enjoy it, though Ojii-chan has influenced her taste in music quite a bit. She likes traditional things and isn't really much for 'modern' Japanese music, though there are a few pop songs that she thinks are catchy. And yes, you can definitely catch her singing something to herself as she does dishes. Because she does actually help with the dishes, for one, and for two, singing makes things go by faster. (Dishes is a chore she doesn't enjoy.) 26. The Japanese lotus flower. Her original paint was designed to mimic the lotus, and she likes the colour scheme, so she's kept it. The lotus also symbolizes rebirth, which. Well. Can't really get more on the nose with that, now can you, considering her origins as an Allspark fragment bringing a truck to life. She very LITERALLY was 'reborn' as a Transformer.

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just a (long) snippet of pt 19 of so it goes, my vampire!steve au where blood sucking happens and human!eddie kinda maybe sorta doesn't mind it much. part one and the link to my ao3 in my pinned if youre interested ♡

Steve shifts uncomfortably, feeling heavy, like he’s drugged out on Hawthorne. Since he passed the threshold, something has changed in the air, but he can't figure out what, just knows he would do well to get out of here before he does something stupid. He shakes his head, hopes it'll clear it. It doesn't, so he sighs. “Well, thanks but uh, I should–”

“Do you want a smoke?” Eddie interrupts, his hands procuring a box of cigarettes from his pocket.

The thing is, Steve really shouldn’t stay.

He shouldn’t stay because his gums are starting to ache and he has a migraine behind his eyes beginning to form. He should be getting in his car, he should be driving away, should be getting back to putting as much space as possible between himself and Eddie Munson, the man he’s supposed to hate, the same man he's kissed while sipping his blood.

Except he doesn’t and instead he mutters: “Sure, I could use a smoke.” Eddie grins a languid thing, one that sends a shot of ice down Steve's spine. And with that smile he continues to surprise Steve. He doesn't go out the front door as Steve expected. Instead, he shuts the door and walks past Steve, past the kitchen, and back into a room. Steve follows and comes up short when he realizes this is his room.

Eddie is already lighting his smoke when he turns, catching Steve stuck at the edge of his door. He exhales, smoke spreading across the room.

“Am I supposed to invite you into every room?” he asks, sitting along the edge of his bed, offering Steve a butt from his case. Steve struggles with a breath as he crosses the threshold and takes the offered cig.

“No, no,” Steve says, lowering his head as Eddie offers a light, thanking him silently once the cooling burn of smoke fills his lungs. He exhales, adds to the billow of rising smoke. “I just thought we’d take it outside, or something.”

“Well, I hope 'or something' is good enough. I um." Eddie shifts, moves until he's as close to the edge as he can be without being off his bed, leg bouncing almost erratically. He clears his throat. "I actually wanted to talk to you. To ask you some things," Eddie mumbles. He takes another inhale, exhales in the general direction of Steve. Steve suddenly really regrets agreeing to stay, the smoke doing barely anything to dampen the smell of his blood on his breath.

“What um… sure, what's up?” Steve stutters, nearly fumbling his smoke.

"How did you die?" Eddie asks, relaxing back into his bed, hair sprawled out in a halo around his head.

Steve takes a sharp inhale of smoke as he remembers the night. "A girl named Heather. The same one who turned Chrissy, she uh, snapped my neck. It's her go to move, I guess."

"Is that how..." Eddie doesn't finish it but Steve knows he's talking about Chrissy.

"Yeah."

"Hm. Did it hurt?"

Steve sways his head as he considers how to answer, knows he's really asking for Chrissy. "Kinda, yes? But also, no. It was quick. It's like I went to sleep and had that dream where it feels like you're falling out of bed and suddenly it's like all the air was knocked out of my lungs when I first woke up. After that, the first breath, it's always the hardest when you come back."

"Hardest when you come back after that? What do you mean, do you have to die more than once to turn?"

Steve laughs as he scratches absentmindedly along his cheek. "No no, not to turn, but we can still technically die again after we've changed. I've uhh, had my neck snapped a few times in the past to get, uh, subdued. Hurts like a bitch for second but again, it's over so quick it kinda doesn't matter. We can't die that easily. We can only be killed by fire of the sun, a stake to the chest, decap-" Steve motions towards his head with a click of his teeth, "-or having our hearts ripped out."

Eddie whistles, smoke escaping his lips with the sound. "Ouch."

"Yeah." Steve takes another drag, adding to the fog that surrounds them. "So, what else do you want to know?"

Eddie takes a deep breath and Steve tenses as he says-

“You kissed me and I want to know why.”

A swallow gets caught in Steve’s throat, his mouth suddenly dry as his attention snaps back from the haze that threatens to take him. “What?”

Eddie waves him off. “Okay, ya know what, we can skip that for now. Did you mean to hit me?”

Steve scoffs, taking a step forward. “Of course not.”

“Then why’d you do it?”

“It was an accident,” Steve nearly shouts. “I didn’t mean to, man, but you cornered me.”

Eddie hums, shifting his weight as he seems to build himself up to ask- “Was the kiss also an accident?”

“No.” Steve says it faster than his mind can process the question. No? What do you mean no, Harrington? he thinks to himself. “I mean yes. I mean, I- I don’t know. No?”

“Then why’d you do it?”

Steve balks. “You were bleeding, alright, and I'm a vampire! You were bleeding and it was an accident. You cornered me, okay and well, I– you, you.” Steve snaps his fingers as the first coherent thought forms. “Okay, well, why did you follow me in there to begin with? None of that would have happened if you didn’t go in there.”

“I don’t know,” Eddie mutters quietly, his cigarette already nearing its end.

“What do you mean you don’t know, you’re the entire reason it happened.” Steve’s own cig sits half abandoned between his fingers, his mind and heart racing. Why did I stay? he thinks.

“I don’t know.” Eddie stands up and Steve nearly jumps out of his skin. The air has shifted yet again. He didn’t realize how close in proximity he was to Eddie until he stood and their noses nearly touched. Eddie puts out the butt of his cigarette and takes Steve’s, his officially abandoned.

“What, man, do I scare you?” Eddie muses, a quirk of his lips that makes his dimples show.

“A little,” Steve breathes, surprised by his own honesty. It surprises Eddie as well, if his raised eyebrows are anything to go by. “I mean, no, it's.... I'm not really scared of you, just like. I guess scared of what I can do to you, if that makes sense.”

“Like what,” Eddie breathes, stepping closer, closer again, close enough to crowd Steve’s space. Steve swallows on nothing as he stumbles into a dresser, fingers grasped tightly along the edges of it. Eddie continues to crowd in, until he’s too close. "What are you scared of doing to me?” Eddie murmurs, eyes flashing down once to Steve’s lips.

The air is suffocating.

“You should be the one scared of me,” Steve says quietly, seems to have unconsciously leaned forward because he’s suddenly breathing the same air as Eddie, his scent, his entire being. Ever since he’s had a taste he’s been craving him and right now it's the hardest it's ever been to resist.

Why didn’t I leave, he thinks again. His throat is on fire, burning as the scent of Eddie’s blood fills his head. His thinks about his last drink, which was Eddie, and how sweet and this side of intoxicating it had been.

How Eddie's lips felt while he drank his blood.

“What are you doing,” Steve breathes, Eddie's hands heavy searing brands on his waist.

“I don’t know.” Eddie breathes back, and suddenly he’s kissing Steve Harrington....

read the rest and the start on my ao3

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Fellow Travelers Quotes

Now some of these are my favorite quotes/interactions, but also these are some that just get me no matter how many times I watch the show.

(And yes I did watch all 8 episodes again just for this 🤭🩷)

Hawk: May I ask you a personal question? is this uh.. is this milk drinking a habit of yours?

Hawk: Down, boy, I'm no Red.

Hawk: I'll spend the afternoon picturing you kneeling in prayer.

Tim: Hawkins Z. Fuller. I'd love to know what the "Z' stands for.

H: Zebadiah.

Tim: Zedbadiah?

Hawk: Don't start

Tim: I'm your boy, right? Hmm?

Hawk: Well, well.

Tim: And your boy wants to go to the party.

Hawk: How much does he want to go?

Hawk: Now, show me what my boy really wants.

Tim: I committed mortal sins for you.

Hawk: Oh, here we go.

Tim: I could go to hell.

Hawk: Hell's a fantasy, Skippy. So is heaven, the Trinity, democracy, and the holy war against communism.

H: Here comes the sermon. You let me know when I should genuflect.

Tim: You're the coward, not me!

Tim: Unfortunately, the lock is broken.

Hawk: That's top secret, by the way.

Tim: I'll take it to my grave.

Hawk: I'm sorry, that you're dying. That not a single fucking soul gives a shit. And that you didn't knock first.

Tim: What are you - -

Hawk: Your lock's still broken downstairs.

Tim: Where have you been?

Hawk: Doesn't matter. I'm home now.

Hawk: I fell for you the first moment I laid eyes on you. Right away, I was taken by your beauty, but I was won over by your mind. To touch you, to feel your body against mine brought me more happiness than you could ever know. I know you love me. And my feelings for you are deep. But I've always known that we have no real future together...... I don't mean to hurt you. But I think it's better for both of us to part ways.

(Yes I know this is technically the letter, but you can not convince me that these were words towards Tim 100%)

Tim: And that is the last dirty thing I'm ever going to do for you.

Tim: Well, we both know my eyesight is terrible. And maybe the dementia is setting in, but I think Hawkins Fuller is standing in my apartment.

Hawk: Hi, Skippy

Tim: Yeah, it's you.

Tim: Twenty-four hours. That's a long way to travel for Chinese takeout.

Hawk: I've decided to forgive you.

Tim: Forgive me?

Hawk: You haven't called in three weeks.

Tim: Four

Hawk: How do I love thee? Let me count the weeks.

Hawk: Liste, Skippy. I wanna spend the weekend with you. Go back to the office, tell Dragon Lady you don't feel well.

Tim: Is this my birthday present?

Hawk: It's more like an education.

Tim; Educate me.

Hawk: Tim, what do you want?

Tim: I wanna be with you.

Hawk: Ok. Let's go inside.

Tim: No! No. I wanna be with you. Sleep in the same bed with you all night. Not get kicked out at midnight so the neighbors won't see me leaving in the morning! I wanna eat a meal with you like other couples. We've never eaten in a restaurant! Men do eat in restaurants! I could be your cousin.

Hawk: Nephew.

Tim: From the poor side of the family.

Hawk: Obviously.

Hawk: I needed to see you, Skippy. That's all I know.

Tim: Maybe you should give me some lessons.

Hawk: Senator Smith is a good man, Skippy.

Like you.

Hawk: Skippy, everybody lies about somethin'. You and me, we lie about who we sleep with.

Tim: Not "who we sleep with."

Hawk: What?

Tim: It'n not.... who we sleep with. It's who we love.

Hawk: Skippy, just.... Will you give me a chance?

Tim: A chance to do what?

Hawk: To.... To fuck it up again.

Tim: Are you sure?

Hawk: No. I'm not sure of anything anymore.

Tim: If he makes the appointment, we can.

Hawk: What appointment am I making?

Tim: We're going to talk about it later.

Hawk: You're right, Miss Addison. I am wonderful. So why don't you just suffer?

Hawk: Peanut butter.

Tim: They didn't have crunchy?

Hawk: No, I looked.

Tim: What, he's straight? The way that you're straight?

Tim: I can't bear being this happy.

Tim: You know, you've been rather sweet lately.

Hawk: Your Honor, I stand before you accused of being sweet.

Hawk: You trust me?

Don't answer that.

Hawk: Skippy. I didn't raise my boy to be a soldier.

Tim: Hawk. Promise you won't write.

Hawk: I won't.

Hawk: I've never gotten used to this.

Tim: My prison tattoo.

Did you forget that I'm a convicted felon?

Hawk: Nice to see you, Skippy.

Or is it Father Skippy now?

Hawk: So no vow of celibacy then?

Tim: Not yet, but I practice it.

Or try to.

I slip now and then.

Not with somebody.

Hawk: Man's second- best friend.

Tim: I'm in love with someone I can't have.

I can't stop thinking about him.

Father Lawrence: Am I to understand that you have feelings for another man?

Tim: Yes

Father Lawrence: Are you aware that the Church views this as a mortal sin?

Tim: I am. But I don't know how love can be a sin.

Tim: He'll be fine by morning.

Hawk: And you know this how?

Tim: I've experimented.

Tim: Beyond measure.

Frankie: The tragedy is you holding on to him.

Hawk: Pay no attention to these hyenas.

They don't bite.

Berry: Yes, we do.

Hawk: Hi, Skippy

Tim: Hi.

Hawk: A few years.

Tim: Eleven.

Tim: Maybe.... Maybe we should go.

Hawk: No, no, no. Look, no talking. Just like church.

Hawk: Completely?

Tim: Out of the closet. Even to my family.

Hawk: Did they call in an exorcist?

Hawk: They don't need this place.

Tim: Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, you want to hide this house from them.

Because it's on gay Fire Island.

Oh, my God.

Hawk: You are nothing but judgement. You always were. Saint Tim, the fucking holy.

Hawk: Skippy.

Tim: What?

Hawk: Skippy.

Stay with me.

Will you stay with me?

Stay with me.

Tim: Okay.

Okay, you lied.

But you didn't lie about everything.

Did you love him?

Hawk: So much,

Tim: And that love was real.

Tim: You family needs you.

Hawk: Don't you need me, Skippy?

Tim: I have you.

Tim: Maybe I shouldn't care so much.

Rafael: My darling.

There will be people that will say, "You must get over him if you want to be happy," and they will be right.

But it will also be the stupidest thing anyone ever says to you.

Hawk: Tim.

Tim: I woke up last night, and I didn't know where I was.

I knew I was in a hospital, but I couldn't remember.

I didn't know who I was.

Hawk: Timothy David Laughlin.

That adorable Catholic boy from Staten Island.

Tim: Mr. Fuller.

Hawk: Corporal Laughlin.

Tim. You broke your promise.

"Promise you won't write." You wrote.

Hawk: You sent a telegram. Very succinct.

"Hawk. The Hungarian refugees. Do something."

If the Soviets hadn't invaded Hungary, I might never have heard from you.

Tim: The epitome of marital fidelity.

Hawk: I try.

Tim: You bring men here?

Hawk: You'd be the first.

Tim: Don't believe you.

Hawk: Shut up and drink your milk.

The Army made a man out of my Skippy.

Tim: Yeah, it did.

Hawk: Yeah.

He's all grown up now.

Tim: I am.

Hawk: I want you to fuck me.

Tim: Is that a bribe?

To get me to come back?

Hawk: Do I have to bribe you to come back?

Tim: No.

I knew this was going to happen the minute I opened your letter.

Tim: I feel like im fading away.

I'm disappearing a little every day.

Hawk: No, I'm here.

I've got you.

I've got you.

Hawk: Skippy.

I don't suppose you happen to own a tuxedo.

Hawk: What?

Tim: It feels like we're on a date.

Hawk: I should warn you, I may make a pass.

Tim: A girl can hope, can't she?

Hawk: Just to be clear....

Tim isn't Lucy's friend. He's my friend. He just got out of the hospital. I was there with him the whole time. I climbed into his bed and held him.

Hawk: Skippy.

A long time ago, I did something to hurt you. And I think, even being in your life hurt you in some way.

Tim: Hawk.

You don't have....

I spent my whole life, waiting for God to love me. And then I realized the only thing that matters is I love God. It's the same with you. I have loved you my whole life. I've never loved anyone, but you. You were my great, consuming love. And most people don't get one of those.

I did.

I have no regrets.

Tim: Mm. Would you look at that?

Hmm?

In public, and the world didn't come to an end.

Hawk: I want to stay.

Tim: I have to fight this fight.

That means letting go of everything else.

And if you're around, I will not be able to let go.

Hawk: But I wanna show up for you.

Tim: Make it easy for me.

Hawk: Hey, Skippy.

Promise you won't write.

Tim: I won't.

Hawk: Sweetheart.

Kimberly: Hmm?

Hawk: He wasn't my friend.

He was the man I loved.

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18/DEC/20XX

"hey, would you look at that."

"technically got up before one."

"IT'S TWELVE FIFTY-FIVE."

"yeah, that's what i said."

"technically before one."

"WERE YOU LIKE THIS WITH MS. TORIEL, TOO?"

"oh."

"no."

"way worse."

"THE FACT THAT SHE PUTS UP WITH YOU..."

"you put up with me."

"OF COURSE I PUT UP WITH YOU."

"YOU'RE MY BROTHER."

he picked up a mug from the counter.

"...THOUGH."

"YOU WOKE UP LATER THAN I THOUGHT YOU WOULD.."

"WHICH MEANS THE COFFEE I TRIED TO PREPARE FOR YOU IS NOW COLD."

"AWAY IT-"

"hold on."

i stopped him before he poured it into the sink.

"i'll still drink it."

"BUT IT'S COLD."

"coffee's coffee."

"YOU'VE COMPLAINED WHEN IT GOT COLD IN THE PAST."

"well."

"normally it's not made by you."

"........"

"BROTHERLY LOVE ASIDE, YOU DON'T LOOK LIKE YOU'RE ENJOYING IT ANY MORE THAN YOU HAVE PREVIOUSLY."

"i'm finishing it."

"YOU DON'T HAVE TO."

"i am."

"IT'S REALLY FINE. I'M NOT GOING TO BE UPSET THAT YOU DIDN'T."

"there."

setting the now empty mug on the counter.

"however, maybe..."

"if you do make me coffee again."

"might be better if you wake me yourself before it gets cold."

"LATELY YOU HAVE BEEN SLEEPING LIKE A BOULDER. I'M NOT ENTIRELY SURE YOU'D WAKE UP ANY EARLIER IF I TRIED."

"OR YOU TRIED."

"NOT EVEN EIGHT ALARMS HELPED YOU."

"maybe i'll try nine alarms instead of eight."

"AND IF THAT DOESN'T WORK?"

"then i'll set ten alarms."

"AND IF 𝘛𝘏𝘈𝘛 DOESN'T WORK?"

"eleven alarms."

"I'M NOT SURE INFINITELY EXPANDING NUMBERS OF ALARMS IS GOING TO DO IT."

"no, no. can't be infinite."

"number's gotta plateau 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦."

"SO YOU'LL JUST KEEP ADDING ON UNTIL YOU HIT IT...?"

"i mean."

"you got any better ideas?"

"....NO."

"ok. more alarms it is."

"........."

"YOU WOKE UP WHEN UNDYNE KICKED YOUR DOOR IN."

"we're not calling undyne to come wake me up."

"IT 𝘞𝘖𝘜𝘓𝘋 WORK."

"to give me nightmares, maybe."

"i won't get to sleep if i'm thinking about how i'm going to be violently drug from bed come morning."

"WHAT METHOD DID MS. TORIEL USE TO WAKE YOU UP?"

i thought again about the sound i made when hitting the floor.

"uh."

"she didn't mean to wake me, so i don't think it counts as a method."

"kinda just hit the floor."

"...WHAT?"

"HIT THE FLOOR?"

"yeah. fell and hit the floor. an accident, but certainly woke me."

realizing i was digging my own grave if he asked any more questions, i moved on.

"i'm sure i'd wake up if you came and shook me a little."

and then i realized that i was telling him how to wake me up at a normal time.

like a psychopath.

"wait."

"no."

"hold on."

"only wake me up if you make something that'll be cold by noon."

"WHY?"

"because otherwise, i'm rolling back over immediately."

he stared at me for a moment.

"I DON'T KNOW WHY I EVEN ASKED."

"OF COURSE YOU WOULD."

"you should try it."

"TRY WHAT?"

"sleeping in."

"NO!!"

"I DON'T EVEN SLEEP."

"......"

"you kinda do though."

"NO!"

"I ONLY REST MY SOCKETS FOR EXTENDED PERIODS OF TIME ON OCCASION."

"DON'T GET IT CONFUSED!!"

"you should try 'resting your sockets' for an extra-extended period of time than usual."

"NO."

"why?"

"BECAUSE!"

"why?"

"BECAUSE THAT'S LAZY."

"like sleeping?"

"LIKE SLEEPING."

"ok. well."

"just sayin'. you should try it sometime."

"DON'T TRY AND PULL ME INTO YOUR AWFUL BEHAVIORS!!"

"c'mooonn. it's not that bad."

"IT IS. HOW DO YOU HAVE TIME TO DO ANYTHING WHEN YOU GET UP SO LATE?"

"how?"

"that question's solved by a simple answer."

"i have enough time..."

"by doing nothing all day."

"can't not have enough time for nothing."

"CAN'T... NOT..."

"WHATEVER! I'M NOT PLAYING INTO THIS. I REFUSE TO PARTAKE IN YOUR LAZINESS!!"

"one day, one day."

"ARE YOU SAYING ONE DAY I SHOULD, OR ARE YOU SAYING 𝘍𝘖𝘙 ONE DAY I SHOULD."

"yeah."

"WHAT?"

"just one day, some day."

"AH."

"...NO."

"yes."

"NO."

"WHY?"

"you always get up so early."

"AND THAT'S A PROBLEM HOW?"

"not even 𝗼𝗻𝗲 day of slack?"

"NOPE. THE GREAT PAPYRUS DOES NOT FALTER!"

"even just once?"

"i won't tell anyone."

"N-"

"NO."

"aw."

he glanced at the clock.

he did a double-take.

"WHAT."

"SO MUCH TIME HAS BEEN WASTED ON TRYING TO CONVINCE ME TO BE LAZY!!"

"what do you have to do today, anyway?"

"........."

"......"

"wow."

"busy day."

"so 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 why you're still here."

"I-"

"I JUST HAVEN'T FIGURED OUT WHAT I'M DOING QUITE YET!"

"wanna binge watch stuff with me?"

"...YEAH, ALRIGHT. WHAT DO YOU WANT TO WATCH?"

——

and that's how i convinced papyrus to be "lazy" with me for today.

really oughta do that more often.

he needs more breaks.

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Sleepy Twin (Wattpad | Ao3)

"Apple..." Delaware mumbled as he walked into New York’s room. New York looked at the doorway to see his twin rubbing his eyes.

"What's up, Delly?" New York asked, spinning his chair to face him.

"M'tired. But I can't sleep," he said. New York smiled, knowing what this meant. They would always go to the other whenever Delaware or he couldn't sleep.

They slept better together.

"Alright, I guess I can go to bed now," New York said, checking the clock and realizing it was already three am. No wonder Delaware seemed so miserable about not being able to sleep.

"Thanks, Apps," Delaware said. New York sat on his bed, and Delaware immediately walked over and laid down, using his chest as a pillow, even though New York wasn't lying down.

This was the other thing Delaware did when he couldn't sleep.

"Do you have to do this every time?" New York asked, trying to coax Delaware and him into a more comfortable position. His twin nodded.

"Tvillingbröder gör de bästa kuddarna." (Twin brothers make the best pillows,) he said. New York rolled his eyes with a fond smile and tugged at his lips, having finally gotten them into a more comfortable position.

"Good night, little bro," New York murmured into Delaware's hair as he fell asleep.

"I'm the older twin." He whispered back before burrowing his face into New York’s chest.

"Ratification doesn't count," New York responded. Delaware's response was muffled, but New York knew what he was saying.

"Yes, it does."

"Well, past lives should count, which makes me older," New York responded, hugging Delaware. His wings wrapped around him, pulling him closer to New York. Delaware turned his head to the side, probably to speak better.

"Ratifi.." Delaware began, being cut off by a yawn, "Ratification is so much more different than our past lives."

"Yeah, but that's technically us. Kinda." New York tried to argue before yawning. Why did yawns have to be contagious? Delaware laughed.

"No, it's not...baby bro." He said before turning his head again, trying to bury it deeper into New York’s chest, like he always did when he was tired. Delaware was so clingy when he was exhausted. It was cute.

"Now you're just being mean," New York said. Delaware hummed, and New York could feel him smile. New York rolled his eyes again before closing them.

If he was going to be stuck with his sleepy twin, he might as well try and get some sleep out of it.

[ishipthis]

iDidn't see this coming - Chapter 2

Disclaimer: I wasn't going to put this on tumblr because of its contents. 😳 But you voted so here it is. ❤️ Please be aware, if you did not like chapter one there is no way you are going to like chapter two. Like really, I mean it, you will not like it. Abort Mission. This is literally 30% Creddie smut. I can't say it anymore plainly. If you're not up for that, do not click past the read more section. It will hurt your eyes.

“It’s going to be totally fine, you’re going to be totally fine. So you kind of crossed a line with Freddie last night, it’s not like you had phone sex, your clothes stayed on, Carly, your clothes stayed on” It’s not the positive affirmation repetition she’s become accustomed to, but if positive affirmations are going to save their friendship, she’s going to positive affirmation the crap out of this morning. 

“I am loved and worthy….. And it’s going to be fine.”

“I am complete as I am, others simply support me…. Especially Freddie who is not going anywhere because he’s my best friend and any decisions we made last night will be forgotten this morning because that was the deal and we will be totally fine.”

“Today I align myself with freedom, growth and joy….. And the assurance that Freddie and I are going to be fine” She’s not spiraling, she’s not.

“My body is a vessel of wellness and… Ugh who am I kidding?! You’re a body of Lies! What did you do to me, urges? How dare you, libedo? Good going, hormones, I hope you’re happy with what you’ve done.” Carly groans, the colour draining out of her face as she takes in the sight of herself again, flushed cheeks, wide eyes, messed up hair. It was one of the best sleeps of her life. But not the point. It was a one time thing, a terrible miscalculation, a monumental slip…. A drunken mistake…. That she can’t stop rereading again, and again, and again.

(Seriously, final warning, do not read down if you are not ready for 🌶🌶🌶. You have been warned.)

“I’d walk you to your room with your legs still wrapped around my waist and I’d drop you on to the bed, kissing you deeply before moving my attention lower.”

“Lower? How low? You’re making my heart race”

“Just a little lower. I’d kiss down your neck but then I’d pull away so I could remove some of those clothes. I’d start with your shoes… and then your socks, and then I’d shimmy those pants down your legs and let them join the pile…… And you should see mine, feel like it’s beating through my ears”

“Why?”

“You know why, Carly”

“I’d ask you to take your pants off too, and I’d lift my shirt over my head and hand it to you, so you could add it our pile”

“Why?” he mimics

“You know why, Freddie”

Ugh. Just the thought of what they did next starts getting her all hot and bothered again. But, she thinks, Still technically not phone sex. All physical items of clothing stayed on. At least that’s something?

Ding.

She panics, dropping her phone into the empty sink before grabbing it out again. Harper. She’s not disappointed, she’s not. It’s totally fine. Fine. 

‘Hey Bestie, Vinet turned out to be vin-no, he wouldn’t even make me eggs. Who does that, after I put all MY eggs in his basket last night. Anywayyyy it’s okay, Spencer’s insta shows he’s got a chef making him waffles, so I’ll meet you there, kay?’

Waffles. She could do waffles. Maybe waffles is exactly what she needs to stop looking at her stupid phone. Yes, waffles will be great. 

She looks to the mirror one final time, steeling herself. “I am cool, calm and collected….. And I am not going to look at my phone again because Freddie is my best friend and I don’t have feelings for him. ” Hearing the words fall from her lips, even she knows it sounds like a lie.  

“I said to him, it's my sacred space. Rules are made to be broken, I'll fill it with waffles and eggs if I want to. And he laughed, so I did what anyone would do, I hired his wife to do it. And that’s why you can’t trust an artist, or a republican.” He smirks, wiggling his eyebrows before turning toward the front door that’s swung open. And seriously, do they ever lock the door? For a multimillionaire it seems like it’s probably a security risk. 

She’s zoning out again, staring at the maple syrup dripping off the waffle on her fork when she hears his name.

“Freddie! You made it! This is Susan, Waffle extraordinaire. Also known as Byron’s wife, but we don't like Byron so let's not waste another breath talking about him.” 

“Hey Susan, mind if I grab one of those?” Freddie says with a grin as he drops down into the seat across from Carly. “I had to drop Millicent off at school this morning because her teacher wanted to have a chat about ‘Inappropriate use of school resources’, my little hellraiser.”

“She both excites and terrifies me” Harper responds, as she hands Freddie the syrup. “Susan knows how to make a mouth watering syrup, just wet enough, you got to try it” Carly chokes on her waffle. Wet enough? 

“I’d kiss down your stomach taking my time to savor the taste of your skin against my lips”

“I’d run my hands through your hair, tugging gently to lift your head so I could look at you and see the look in your eyes.”

“I’d look hungry”

“I’d be wet”

“Carly”

“Freddie”

“You right, Carls?” Freddie asks, a curious look etched on his face as Harper smacks her on the back, shooting her a concerned smile. 

“Guess some things are too wet for you, huh?” 

She kicks Harper under the table. 

Freddie’s not even paying attention, she realises, as she looks over to him for the 100th time since he walked through the door 30 minutes ago. For the most part everything has been normal, he’s been happy, dorky, Freddie, and everything Carly was worried about prior? Not needed. Apparently Oprah was right, and affirmations do work, because Freddie? He’s thriving. She hates it.

“These are great, Susan. And you’re really not a chef?” No, Susan’s a 30 something year old blonde housewife with an affinity for making syrup that you keep licking off your full pouty kissable lips, Ya jerk. “I mean I never would have known, these could be restaurant quality!” he licks his lips again, Carly swallows heavily. “Don’t you think, Carly?”

Two can play at this game, she thinks, wanting to give him a taste of his own medicine, even if it is on his part non intentional medicine. “Oh yes” she says with a smile of her own, picking up her unused spoon to dip it right into the pot of syrup in front of them before bringing it toward her her mouth. “It’s such good syrup, I just loveeee it. Great job, Susan'' She lets the spoon hit her lips finally, purposely letting them get messy in the meantime before licking them clean. Take that, she thinks. 

He does. He takes it and does nothing with it. Nothing but smile at her and hand her a napkin, looking at her in the way you look at a dog chasing its tail, with mild amusement and nothing more. “Can’t take you anywhere can we?” Freddie says with a laugh, reaching over to rustle her hair, before turning back to the others to continue the conversation. Like What?! She’s not a labrador.

They’ve been back in their apartment for all of three seconds when Harper turns on her. “Are we going to talk about why the heck you almost deep throated your spoon back there, or….?” Was she that obvious? Shit.

“Deep throated a spoon? What are you even talking about, I didn’t almost deep throat anything?” 

“But you wanted too?” Harper raises an eyebrow as she puts her hands on her hips, a ‘this is an interrogation and I’m going to get this out of you whether you like it or not’ look if ever there was one.”From the way you were looking at Freddie and licking your lips you wanted to real bad, Bestie”

Carly groans, making her way towards the couch before flopping her body onto it face first. “I don’t want to have this conversation” she mumbles into the couch cushions. 

“And I didn’t want Jennifer Lopez to miss my sweet 16th, but we don’t always get what we want, Carly. Now what in the love of Beyonce happened to make you get all….” She scrunches her nose up. “Messy.”

“It’s your fault”

“Most things are” Harper reasons, before physically pulling Carly up into a sitting position as she takes the seat next to her. “But 50% of the time I’m around when they happened. So what’s got you exuding all of this energy, did yall finally hook up?!” She looks over to Carly. “Oh my god! You did! You hooked up with Freddie!”

Carly covers her face groaning. “We did not hook up! Well not really anyway… I don’t think?"

“Did he get it in the wrong hole or something, because that’s okay, a bad sense of direction can have some good outcomes”

“What?! No! God No, What does that even-” she trails off, groaning again. “He doesn’t have a bad sense of direction, whatever that means. I…. I did something stupid last night and one thing led to another and…”

“And…..? Spit it out!”

“I can’t, I’m too ashamed, leave me here on the couch to wallow”

“Carly, if you don’t tell me, I’m going to have to go ask him myself and I know you don't want that”. She’s lying, Carly knows that, but even so the threat of bringing any of this up with Freddie is a no go. 

“You can’t tell anyone okay, sworn to secrecy. You have to promise… On Beyonce.”

“Beyonce?” Harper asks. 

“Beyonce.”

“What did you do?! Okay, I promise, but what in the world is so bad that you made me promise on the queen?! We’ve already lost one, Carly”

Carly cracks a smile, hitting Harper with the pillow next to her before taking a deep breath and saying the next words so fast they all stick together. “Wehdirtahtextd”

“You what now?”

“We…” she huffs out a breath, closing her eyes before finishing the sentence. “Dirty texted..”

“You dirty texted?”

“Yes. Last night, I dirty texted Freddie” 

“So you sexted? That’s not bad Carly, I can’t tell you how many people I’ve had a textual cohabitation with, I thought you guys banged or something”

“We didn’t sext” Carly corrects, putting her face in her hands again. “At least I don’t think we did. We just talked… about what we would do.. If we were….together….in an intimate way..”

“Uh huh. So you were sexting. I need to see the evidence” Harper smirks, attempting to reach for the phone. A direct reversal of their situation fifteen hours earlier. “Well did you like it?! By the waffle thing this morning I feel like you did.”

“NO!” Carly groans again. “I can’t do that to Freddie, and anyway, it doesn’t matter if I liked it, because it’s not going to happen again.��

At this Harper finally quits trying to steal the phone, turning instead to face her best friend. “What do you mean it’s not going to happen again, and also not that I’m not flattered I was involved in you two finally losing your shit, but how, can I ask, was this my fault? I’d like to know so I can take credit on your wedding day.”

Carly stands up from the couch and walks to the fridge pulling out a bottle of orange juice before reaching for the wine and two flasks. “It’s not going to happen again, because we said it was a one night thing, and in any case as you could see today, Freddie didn’t seem to even care.” She puts the glasses on the table and starts pouring. “And, it’s your fault because this whole stupid thing happened because I sent him that fanfiction you had open on my phone last night!”

“Girl, you sent him the deep throat cake fic?! You saucy minx! I didn’t know you had it in you!”

“I didn’t have it in me! I thought it was about baking a cake!” Carly protests, before downing her whole mimosa in one go. 

“That seems more in character for you” Harper nods, a smile still evident on her face. “So let me get this straight, you’re throwing down cocktails at 11 am-” 

Carly interrupts. “11:27am”

Harper rolls her eyes. “11:27 am because you texted Freddie a fic about licking frosting off his body and then you guys sorta maybe had phone sex, but you told him that it was a one night thing and now you’re upset because this morning, after the one night, he did what you wanted and acted like your best friend again without making it weird?”

“Yes!” Carly bursts out, pouring more orange juice into her cup for round two. “Like who does that?!”

“Uh… Someone who can read an instruction manual? You did kind of give him one didn’t you?”

“Who’s side are you on here?” Carly whines, giving Harper a look.

“Yours, of course. All I’m saying is, I would look at this like the perfect situation, Bestie.”

“How..”

“You guys got to have ‘dirty texting’” she air quotes the dirty texting. “And get your innocent little rocks off and then the next day go back to being best friends again with no weirdness, aside from you know, the spoon incident.” She’s not wrong. “So why stop? If you enjoyed it, and I assume he enjoyed it?” Carly Nods. “Then you’ve proven things don’t have to be weird, and you can keep doing your thing. It’ll give you something to do besides knitting, which believe me, you need.” 

“I..” Carly begins, scrunching her nose up as she thinks through what Harper said. “I don’t want to complicate things further. What if it leads to… physical touching?” 

“You mean like hand holding?” Harper smirks. “Most touching is physical, Carly. But okay so it leads to touching, at least you can stop lying to yourself about being crazy about him”

“I’m NOT crazy about him.”

“Uhuh, need I mention the spoon again, Carly?”

“No mention needed.” She huffs falling face first into the side of the lounge Harper isn’t sitting on. “Why did I let you get inside my head!”

It's 11pm when she finally caves. She's been reading through his texts over and over all evening wondering why he is happily texting in the group chat like nothing is bothering him when she's sitting here having an existential crisis of the highest order. When she mentioned it being a dream last night, this is not what she meant. Or maybe it is, maybe it's exactly what she meant, only she still feels like she's asleep and for some reason he's wide awake. On some level it feels disjointed because with their dynamic over the years the scales should be tipped the other way. He's supposed to chase her. She's mad at herself for even thinking that. 

Last night he had been so open, he'd literally talked about going down on her, he'd said she drove him crazy, he’d said her name, or well, typed her name, but he typed it like it meant something, like he was feeling the same thing. And then this morning happened and it was like he forgot. Like he completely wiped the fact that eight hours earlier she’d been telling him she wanted to.. 

“I’d want to return the favour”

“You wouldn't have to”

“I know that, but I'd WANT to’

‘Really?’

‘Yes, I've thought about it before”

“Carly you're killing me”

And she had liked it. Last night he'd been so responsive, so In tune with her, it was like they were two spies hiding out from the rest of the world and their messages, this dirty little secret that only they would ever share. Well I suppose it was something only they were meant to share. But it felt like something. It felt like the start and yet… For him it wasn't?

And okay, so she'd been the one to say it was a dream, but that's because it had to be. She hadn't wanted to risk their friendship on something she hadn't even had the chance to think through. Last night was an accident, she hadn't known what the fic was about, it all sort of just happened. So it made sense that they had some ground rules, that they kept it hypothetical, because she wasn't ready for any of it to be real anyway. Right? 

But why wasn't he affected? Why was he treating her like some kid sister? Why didn't he care that she almost deep throated a waffle for him. And why is she the only one that's obsessing over them? Him? All of it. That can't be right. 

She thinks back on what Harper said, ‘So why stop? If you enjoyed it, and I assume he enjoyed it then you’ve proven things don’t have to be weird, and you can keep doing your thing.’ 

Had they proved it? I mean they technically had. They'd been fine today, normal even. So maybe Harper was right? Why stop? Besides, she thinks, why should she be the only one thinking about it. One more time can't hurt?

She pulls out her phone navigating back to the site she was on last night scrolling through the stories looking for something that will leave a mark. 

Freddie and Carly adopt a.. No. Freddie gives Carly a new.. Nope. Carly and Freddie get trapped in the Icarly studio when a power outage caused by a freak snow storm causes them to cross a line they never have before. Rated Mature. Yes. 

She starts reading, eyes rapidly sliding from one side of the page to the next as she devours the words on the screen. Fic Freddie has Carly up against the wall, much like they talked about last night. Fic Carly is dropping to her knees, somewhat like they spoke about last night. It's perfect, she thinks, copying the link before pasting it into their text chain. She doesn't bother to say anything this time, she just presses send.

Ding. 

His reply comes in Instantly, and there's no way he's finished reading, no way. She panics, thinking maybe he's going to turn her down, after all, he hasn't even bothered to read the story, that can’t be good.  

Maybe she should have left it. They’d made it out alive, what was she thinking tempting fate again? She looks down to the phone reluctantly ready to see his rejection when she spots the four words. 

“What are you wearing?” 

There is no pretense, no mucking around, no scene to set up, he's just straight to the point and It makes her body heat up and tingle all over. This does sound like the prelude to actual sexting. This was the boundary that she set for herself. This is the line they were not meant to cross. Last night it was hypothetical, pretend, this is…. not. 

ding. Another message pops up. 

“I’m going to be honest, I've been thinking about it all night.”

Thank God, she thinks, taking a deep breath as she types back into the phone. 

“Really? You didn't forget?”

“Forget?” He replies quickly before sending another one straight after. “You've been running through my mind all day”

Her whole body visibly relaxes, a breath coming out she didn't know she was holding. He thought of her all day? It shouldn't make her so happy, but it does. It just does. 

She types back. 

“I'm wearing my pink Pyjama shorts, you know the ones with the peaches, and the shirt that says “you've got a peach of my heart” she presses send, then panics. 

Was she meant to lie? Say something about wearing sexy lingerie? Does one actually stay honest about what they're wearing during a sext? She groans, grabbing the phone again to write another message. 

“Pretend I didn't say peaches, pretend I said something sexier, something lacier.”

He writes back immediately. “The sexiest thing to me is you being you. I’ll take the peaches, thanks.”

She whimpers, cheeks going hot as her hand goes to rest over her chest eager to feel if her heart is beating as fast as she feels it is. It is. 

“What are you wearing?” she responds, biting her lip as she pictures him laying on his bed, shirt off, thinking about her. 

“Just some pajama pants and some boxers” he responds, and okay now she's really thinking about it. She's thinking about throwing her rules aside and walking the 300 meters to his apartment so that she doesn't have to imagine anymore. In this moment, she wants it. 

She flushes and types back. “Take the pants off?”

Ding. 

“They're off, what about you?”

“What do you want?” she replies.

Ding. 

“I want the peaches to hit the floor”

“Done”

Ding. 

“God, I want to see you. What are you doing, baby?”

Baby. Baby? The minute she reads it she feels the ache. He called her baby. He's never called her that before. Actually, she can count the number of people who have said that to her on one hand. And even from the list of ex boyfriends on that hand, not one persons ‘baby’ has ever hit her the way that reading Freddie's does. She’s so hot and bothered now it's not even funny.  They've already broken one rule tonight, what's another, she thinks. 

She grabs her phone, pressing his number before bringing the phone up to her ear. 

He picks up on the second ring. 

“Carly..” he says, breathing heavily. “I.. is-”

She cuts him off. “I needed to hear your voice, I needed to hear you say it..”

He lets out another breath, a contented sigh making its way into her ear as she waits. 

“What did you need to hear?” He whispers, as everything else around her goes silent. 

“Call me baby” she pleads. She's breathless herself, her hand still resting against her rapidly beating heart. “Please?”

He grunts, and it's the sexiest thing she's ever heard, or at least it is until the next word slips from his mouth. “Baby”

She moans and he curses under his breath which only makes her want him more. Freddie cursing in frustration and pent up need? um yes please. 

“Are we still dreaming?” He asks. 

She sighs, slipping her fingers underneath the hem of her shirt fiddling with it. “I think so… But Freddie, I don't want to stop”

He grunts again. “Are you on your bed, baby?” His voice is choked and smoky in a way that makes him sound like he's just smoked a whole box of cigarettes, all deep and throaty and enough to drive her wild. 

“Yes..” she manages to whisper. 

“Okay” he whispers back. “I want you to lay back and pretend your hand is mine”

She does. 

TBC

[skyland2703]

I have decided to drown you in Javelia incorrect quotes until you can only breath on them and your despises oxygen.

—

Amelia: BE A BETTER PERSON!

Javi: WHY?!

Amelia: BECAUSE SOMEONE NEEDS TO HAVE MORALS IN THIS RELATIONSHIP, AND IT SURE AS FUCK AIN'T GONNA BE ME, SWEETHEART!

—

Javi: I can't take this anymore, someone needs to take me out!

Amelia: In a dating type of way, or an assassination type of way?

Javi: I don't know, surprise me!

—

Javi: So... what would you do if you were in bed with me?

Amelia: Depends. Is your bed comfortable?

Javi: Yes.

Amelia: I'd sleep.

—

Amelia: I am so cool. I am an absolute Chad. I am the epitome of coolness and awesomeness—

Javi: Hi.

Amelia: *melts down in a flustered heap of softness*

—

Javi: I fell—

Amelia: From heaven?

Javi: No, I literally fell—

Amelia: In love with me the moment you saw me?

Javi: MY ARM IS BROKEN!

Amelia: Okay, but do you think I'm pretty? Be honest.

—

Amelia: You are the love of my life and I would do anything within reason to make you happy.

Javi: I would be happy if you ate, stayed hydrated and got a reasonable amount of sleep.

Amelia: I said within reason, Javi. How about I murder that guy?

Javi: So murder is in reason but proper self care isn't?

Amelia: Well, duh. What kind of question is that?

—

Amelia: Fight me!

Javi: *gets on one knee and pulls out a ring*

Javi: Fight me for the rest of our lives.

—

Amelia: Relationships should be 50/50. Javi cooks us dinner while I sit on the kitchen counter looking pretty and Waffles eats the waffles straight from the waffle maker.

(Edited quote)

—

Javi: Is something burning?

Amelia, leaning seductively on the counter: Just my desire for you.

Javi: Amelia, Waffles is literally on fire.

Waffles: *screm*

(Edited quote (don’t worry, Waffles is fine)

—

Amelia: My future partner must be brave, strong, intelligent, successful and organized.

Javi: *steps on Waffles’ tail and proceeds to drop to their knees and sob while apologizing profusely*

Amelia: That one. I want that one.

(Again, edited quote)

—

Amelia, trying to flirt with Javi: I think both of our families suck.

(Is this one technically Izzy bashing..? Idk)

—

Javi: I have feelings for you.

Amelia: Why? What's wrong with you? Are you sure you're okay?

—

Amelia: This date is boring!

Javi: This isn't a date. I said I was going to the store.

Amelia: Then why did you invite me?

Javi: I didnt, I specifically said "don't come with me," then you said, "fuck you Javi I'll do whatever I want!

—

End.

Yus

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[nil-the-glitch]

I mean, he's not an awful dad per say. He's an awful coparent, yes. But not an awful dad. And that's the problem. Is I can't take Luke away from him like that. That wouldn't be best for Luke.

But with the protection order and the whole problem of Ratboy being suspected of domestic violence, we may not get a choice. It already takes away his decision making abilities. Why would they make him the custodial parent or do 50/50 you know?

But another problem is there's just no room at my dad's. I sleep in the living room on the hideabed couch. I mean sure, technically Luke could sleep with me on there, but he really needs his own bed, especially for taking naps and shit. But there's also occupancy laws we have to deal with.

This is literally the worst part about this because I am not super worried about how the divorce will go. I only really care about doing what's best for Luke. The protection order was something even my therapist said should happen today so I listened and then didn't think about the fact that filing that would make Ratboy file for divorce in response. And I want to file first so I don't get dicked over.

It's all just too much and I'm trying to figure it out with my dad and mom (his girlfriend). I just don't know how to go about that, ya know?

Honestly... as someone who's (thankfully) never had to go through that before (though perhaps a few times I SHOULD have gotten a restraining order on some people), there's not much advice or reassurance I can offer.

I would *like* to say "everything will turn out ok if you just breathe and keep your chin up", but I can't say that - I don't know if it's true or not. And if anything, you deserve honesty, and someone who's upfront with you.

So really, the most I can offer is this - I'm proud of you for all that you've overcome already, I'm rooting for you to come out on top, and I'll be praying to my gods to send whatever help they can your way.

And please remember that you are deserving of so much more than what he gave you, ok? You deserve love and gentleness, and an embrace that finally feels like home.

[fragileizywriting]

haven't been in here in a while, my brain has been in a blender all day. hi. hiiii.

oneshot where kitty is like "okay i've been on and off stupid-horny for the past four days—"

and luka interrupts her and is like "are you sure you're not in a soft heat?"

and she lifts up her finger and makes a noise to shush him, right, bc it's wednesday night, she's in her socks and jammies (big shirt (luka's big shirt)), and they've finished eating dinner and usually after dinner they do something on the tv, end up having sex, and then go to bed. perfect cycle. she knows the cycle, her body feels the cycle, and that simmering low arousal is sitting in her gut just waiting to get a good nice orgasm out before sleeping, and it's great.

"—wrong. you just don't help me out and make me horny."

"me?" he says.

"yes," she replies.

"me?" he says again, with emphasis, scrunching his nose. "you're the one who pulls down my pants—"

"—your pants are very pulldownable!"

"i can't believe this. you have the audacity to call me the reason why you're horny, but you're the most insatiable creature i've ever met."

"i can't handle it when i see your arms."

"i have arms!" he waves them just to make it clear. "they exist! always had them!"

"they're hot."

"you are attracted to my arms," he says, and it's technically a question, but the way he presents it, so flat and so unassuming, makes her stumble. not a question. a statement.

"and shoulders."

"i have those too, yes."

"and chest."

he rolls his eyes. "i am aware you are interested in my chest."

"how can i not be attracted to you when you're really pretty?" she finishes, lamely, wiggling her toes in her socks and fisting her (his) shirt at the hem. with a bout of courage, she continues: "but today, we will not have sex."

"no?"

"no."

"why?"

"we've been too horny."

"'we'," he mumbles.

"we're going to watch a movie, we're going to enjoy it, and we're going to bed."

so they do. or try to. she does a great job. she has no idea what they're watching, too interested in the way he jiggles his kneecap on the couch during the movie, trying not to give in to touching him up. usually, they watch under the same blanket, one that she pulls away and down so she can snap his waistband and pull that down and get his cock in her mouth— she's not in a soft-heat, that's absurd— but they are at a no-touchy zone. a one-couch pillow buffer. conservative. some orthodox church in the middle of the united states would be impressed by their comitment to not look at one another throughout the whole film.

luka caves first.

"okay," he says, turning to her, pulling on one of her ankles, bringing her closer. "okay, no, yeah, this sucks."

"what are you—"

"i'm horny," he grumbles, and mumbles, because his fangs are big and pointy when he's horny and he can't always talk correctly. lisp. hot. "this movie sucks."

"i think it's nice."

"no you don't."

no, she doesn't. she has no opinion, actually, but that's okay. she's much more interested in how he kisses her thighs, mumbles about how she smells delicious, and how they've been in and out of soft-heats and soft-ruts for the whole week, and that he should really do something about it, because he's an alpha, and alphas take care of their omegas, etcetera, etcetera, but instead all she can focus on is the ceiling of the libertwo, spinning in shapeless circles as his breath puffs on the seam of her underwear and licks the fabric with the flat side of her tongue.

the world pivots, and her hand goes flying to his hair.

[alsahm]

i want to make a post about this actually.

this post talks about weed, cops, panic, hospitals, and suicide.

i have diabetes, chronic pain, PTSD, anxiety, and depression. i take edibles sometimes to make life more tolerable. i tried a new one friday night bc the long weekend would give me time to recover if it was too strong. hurt my neck carrying something and felt searing, burning pain throughout my entire body, so i figured it was time for bed.

my heart rate was insane and i literally felt the world caving in on me. i thought my right side was becoming paralyzed. i thought i was dying. i recited the shahada. called my partner, who was two hours away, and he asked if i needed to call 911. i said yes. i called..

okay, i needed to go outside. should I take my bag? i can't find it. where is my cat? oh, i should close the door so she doesn't accidentally leave the house...

on the phone, my partner tells me to take square breaths. i go, "A-B-C-D — no, that's wrong, ا - ب - ت, no —"

i go outside. cops showed up first. i explain.

"yeah, you're high. you should just go inside and go to sleep. who are you talking to?"

i am high, so the world is sort of lagging around me, but i know that's not what this is. but now i'm embarrassed. why did i have to do this now, on a day when he is so tired? but he would never say that, i'm sick, why am i -

"i feel like i'm dying. i'm really scared. my partner - he's driving up from kansas city."

"okay, well the hospital can't do anything for you. you're just high and need to ride it out. have you ever taken delta 8 before?"

"i know - but - i'm so scared - " this is the worst thing that has ever happened to me.

"you're high. he has 10 seconds to decide whether you want to go to the hospital or not. the ambulance is on its way."

"what? do you need my consent or something?" this is. the worst thing. that has ever happened to me.

"they're not gonna do anything. do you want to go?"

"yes."

they shame me more. eventually i get on an ambulance and i'm crying. they're taking me to a hospital i haven't heard of before. out-of-network?

my vitals are fine except my heart rate is 140. and my BP is high. and i won't stop crying.

"how much did you take?"

"i don't know, half of one, this big. the packet is in my desk if you want to see."

they don't. seems like it's not even that much. at least the paramedics aren't laughing at me. we go to the hospital.

"have you taken marijuana before?"

"yes - this is different, i -"

"you're just gonna have to ride it out, okay?"

sluggishly, i think of the knife in my kitchen. i wonder, "did i try to kill myself?"

my glucose is high. 300 something. they say i should follow up with my primary care.

is this really happening? where is my partner? i am pinching myself and it hurts. i tell the doctors that everything, everything hurts and i'm so tired and so so scared. this is 10/10 pain. please, please help me. i'm so scared.

the hospital is one i've never been to, so they don't have any records on me. they get my name wrong. they don't ask for a personal contact. no one asks me what meds i'm taking. no PHQ9. if you're curious, 24. i'm tapering down venlafaxine. just stopped mirtazapine. just tapered off guanfacine. prazosin for screaming nightmares, oh, god, is this one? where is my partner? what is happening to me? did i try to kill myself?

i. was. having. a panic attack.

you can be high and have a panic attack. in fact it's common!

you can be trying a new drug regiment and have a panic attack. also well-documented!

your drugs can interact with each other.

you can just have a panic attack.

i was home alone and thought i was dying and called 911 like every search, paper, phone answering service, etc., told me to do.

the doctors said, "technically, this is an overdose. we are going to give you an IV to get your heart rate down, okay?"

okay. okay. is this really happening? when that door opens and my partner will finally be there, that is when i will know this is reality. that is when i will feel safe and everything will stop spinning.

my phone is ringing somewhere? don't know where it is though...

he's here.

oh, god, he is here, and i'm sobbing. and he is holding me, and i am so tired, no one is listening to me here, and no one even told him where i was so he went to a different ER first, and on his way here a cop pulled him over because he was speeding, and, oh my god, i was so, so scared, i love you, you were worried about me, you're not mad, i thought i tried to kill myself and i couldn't—

he is so mad at the cops, at the doctors. he loves me so much. i am safe i am safe i am safe.

finally, time to go home. doctor says again, your glucose is high, follow up with your primary care. here's where you can get one of those. and get that pain looked into.

they don't ask him my medical history either. he has access to an entire document i set up just in case of this situation.

okay, sure. of course that's not something i'm already doing or anything, right? i'm an amateur weed-haver.

After Visit Summary®.

reason for visit: anxiety.

diagnosis: cannabis overdose.

if you ever have thoughts of suicide, tell yourself not to do it. call 911 if it gets bad.

this hospital is out of network. will they cover this emergency visit i consented to? idk. will i lose my job because i was diagnosed with weed during a severe panic attack and pain flare-up? who knows.

do i have any trust in our emergency medical system as a chronically physically and mentally ill person? no.

[zhuhongs]

well I thought I was going to fall asleep early, but it seems like I have too many things keeping me up and since its too cold to sit at my desk and write at my journal this thought is going on the internet. Tl:dr: tomorrow is my birthday. send me 50 dollars. i am going to bed. gn

Yea, recently everything just feels so.... much. Like I'm always at a state of just slightly overwhelmed that makes it feel usless to do anything. Like I'm worried about money, and I know that I have credit so I can use it and I have things that I need and things I want that I shouldn't deny myself of just because things are a bit trying (like food I want, things I need to fix). But then I can't help but have that internalized poor mantra of "why are u buying this when u have bills to pay?" which is dumb bc I deserve to use what little money I have in making my life more enjoyable . But I'm also like. sage did U really need to upgrade your phone or buy an interview shirt or hair dye? Like, no not technically, but these are things I should do to just make myself feel better. I don't want to be using a broken phone, might as well upgrade when theres a promotion that sure makes it hard right now but is a smart idea in the long run. And yes while I didn't need the dye or the shirt - it will make me more confident in my interview so I can get a higher paying job and not be surrounded by Stuff all day causing me to want to constantly buy things bc I wont be in a store 8hrs a day 5 days a week. So like, yes you do need those things and its negligible when I consider the credit I have. And even if I have some debts, I know that no one can bail me out becausemy family is in the same situation. And I have time. I just started working. Its a rough month, and the fact that I have a trip planned makes it even harder. Because that means more money. But if I always deny myself the opportunity to go and do things bc I don't have the money then I'd never leave my house ever, and thats how I grew up and I was miserable and the money will be gone and the month will be tight anyways so just go anddon't think about it. But I do think about it, because it's hard, and I work so hard my entire life, for what? To pay rent?? other people my age get to say the money they make and build a life yet I was dealt a shitty hand and have had to spend my time working for something people are given. And it hurts bc I've wasted so much time and worked so much andhave 9 dollars to my name and so much debt. But I will find a way. ANd it will all be paid off. I don' know how but I've done this same thing before, cried about it, and went to work the next day and figured it out. And my mother has done this everyday for the past 30 years, and I feel so sorryforher because I know it's hard. And she deserves so much more and I want to give it to her, and I'm not even 23. And tomorrow is my birthday and I have to go work. Even if I called out I don't know what it would help. And I want to go out with my friends and have a good time but I need to paymy car and I need to pay my bills. And I work 9 to 5 and when I get home I have to walk my dog and make dinner. And it's cold. And by the time all of that is done I feel like I have no time to make art or practice chinese or do any of my hobbies and better myself. I''m so tired that all I do is sleep. And I feel myself falling into old habits. And I hate it, i hate it, I am trying so hard to clawmy way out of it. It's starting with a simple routine. Even if it hasn't gotten to the point where I sit and draw or read or write every day. At least I do the dishes when I finish eating, brush my teeth twice a day, foldmy clothes, make my bed, stay off my phone during my breaks, and pack a lunch. Even if that's something I should have achieved long ago, I didn't. So now I need to do that before I can learn how to do hwat I want sadly, because dreamings costs money and dreaming requires habits. AAAAAA. okay. I need to go to bed bc I need to be up at 8am to get ready for work. Happy bday to me.

[mochi-machi1]

Chapter 3

• Octavia pov

I walked towards where mom told me and when I got there Their were 6 other girls there "is that everyone?" Then I hear running footsteps I turn to look at the person running and....no....it can't be.....I shook my head and rubbed my eyes...they invited her? I couldn't believe my eyes "3...5...7...yep that's everyone!" The girl smiled she had light pink hair and Redish orange eyes "hello everyone, I am the orientational director, Hamamana, I will be your guide around the school please follow me" then she started walking and everyone started following her she showed us around the school and introduced us to the teacher's then she walked us all to maron twin doors she then knocked in a pattern "come it" yelled a voice back then She slowly opened the door and waved "it's time Mr. Principal " he put his book down and pushed his glasses up he looked quite young to be a principal "I will have the one on one questionnaire with them" she nodded then she took everyone else where "please sit Octavia" him knowing my name felt weird but I went to sit down and the doors slowly closed behind me I felt extremely nervous "Your Xavier's daughter, yes?" I slowly nodded "my father is a big fan of his work and the fact they built this school together" so he wasn't even technically the principal his father just gave it to him "Guess we're not that different, but anyways, I'm gonna ask you a few questions answer them as best you can alright?" I nod again "What school do you go to outside the dream" well that was an easy question if all of the questions are like this this should be over quickly "Sky high Academy" he looked almost shocked but I couldn't tell "Do you have a middle name?" I shake my head "Are you aware of your magical ability" I nodded "do you know how to use it?" I shook my head he looked at the folder he was holding in his hand and looked almost disappointed or disgusted "How did you get that Virus on your eye?" It was almost automatic "I got this curse from a girl named Mika" he smiled and I felt like I was at ease but there was this lingering Paranoia "What type of snake did your mother have" I remember what she said but...I felt like I didn't I was so confused like I was getting a spell cast on me "do you know how to fight against power Magic?" I shook my head "good, I have a feeling we're gonna get along just fine" then I wake up from my dream to something falling at my door again I got up, unlocked the door and again there was the mail robot on the floor I pick it up "no need to thank me" I think it understood me because it opened it's head and there it was another letter I walk into my room close and lock the door again then I read the letter "Octavia! if your reading this Letter you past my questionnaire thank you for participating please Dream of us again soon we'll be waiting" I put the letter down and felt tears roll down my face "What was that....and why did I feel so....." I sat down on my bed as I still felt woozy then...fell right to sleep again

Character's

[wheelin-after-midnight]

04.

Do you know anybody who is ambidextrous?

No. I used to. No one I associate with currently.

Have you ever been 4-wheeling?

Once. I drove. It was so fucking fun! I wanna do it again, but anybody I know with four wheelers has sold them :(

What’s the weather been like today? >>

Idk. Cold. I didn't go outside.

What was the last exam you sat for?

I haven't been in school since 2010, you expect me to remember this? It wasn't very important. Nothing I learned in high school really helped me in real life.

Will you be attending any weddings in the near future?

Not likely.

Do you currently have any unread text messages, and who from?

I don't think so. I texted Chell but she hadn't responded when I last checked a few minutes ago.

Speaking of text messages, what colour is your cell phone?

I haven't got one anymore. I have a house phone that runs through the WiFi and use messaging apps on my tablet. Cheaper.

Do you live anywhere near the woods?

Yeah. I live in a rural area.

Would you ever consider a career in the tourism industry?

No.

Do you have any important anniversaries you celebrate?

Yes.

When was the last time you used q-tips?

I don't use them.

How does your hair react to humid weather or rain? >>

Gets wavier.

What’s your favourite flavour of iced tea?

Raspberry. But I don't drink iced tea very often at all.

Do you understand music theory?

I can sing, but I can't even begin to tell you how much I fucking hated music theory or the technical side of music classes.

How many hours of sleep did you get last night?

I fell asleep around four am and woke up at around 3:30 pm :/ FML.

Are you expected to act professionally at your job?

-

Infomercials: entertaining or stupid?

Painfully stupid, most often.

What’s your favourite brand of energy drink?

I've gotten the Starbucks double shot ones on occasion, but others are disgusting and they're so bad for you. I generally stay away from them.

Do you have (or have you ever had) acne?

I do sometimes. I had it much worse when I was younger.

When was the last time you got pins-and-needles?

I have chronic venous insufficiency. This happens in my legs and feet often, as well as alternate painful burning/itching and extreme frigidity/numbness.

Why did you click to take this survey?

I hadn't taken it yet and I wanted to.

If you have glasses, have you ever smashed them?

Not intentionally.

How do you get new music? Buy or download or what?

Spotify recommends things regularly, or I'll hear something I like somewhere and look it up and find it.

Have you ever sent someone an abusive text message?

I've sent messages in response to being treated poorly/gaslit that were very firm/assertive/bordering on angry in nature when I decided I wasn't gonna be stepped on or manipulated any longer and had that turned back on me as though I was the issue and being abusive.

Do you require a lot of time to do things or are you quick?

Entirely depends on the thing. Usually I'm pretty efficient. Particularly if something is important and time sensitive. I'll get it done.

What will be the next concert you attend?

Roseanne Cash is coming around here on my birthday, but I don't know if anyone will be available to go with me and I have to move just over a month later, so I'm like ehhh. Should I, or shouldn't I? I really wanna go see Pink with Brittany after I'm moved if she comes close enough.

Turn the nearest television on, what’s on?

Just a screensaver of baby pigs I have set.

How often do you “wake up on the wrong side of the bed”?

Fairly often, lately.

Can you rap?

Not really, I can sing.

What do you usually order when you’re at McDonald’s?

It's not always the same. The last time we went I got a double quarter pounder with cheese combo with fries and a drink.

Are there any textbooks near where you are right now?

There are a few on the shelf across from me.

What’s the time?

12:37 am.

Do you know how to use a DSLR camera?

Kind of. I'm not an expert by any means.

How’s your body temperature right now?

It's fine, but my feet are frigid.

Do you use Celsius or Fahrenheit?

Both. I use Celsius in everyday life and Fahrenheit when I'm talking to my girlfriend about anything temperature related, because she's used to that.

What was the last thing you got a really good deal on?

Coffee creamer when I was in the city with my cousin after seeing the remastered Whitney Houston concert for a new South Africa at the theatre.

Have you ever studied any ancient societies?

Yeah.

Do you like to wear long, dangling earrings?

I used to when my piercings were still open.

What was the last reason you took medicine?

A migraine, and I promptly thew it up after. Cluster migraines are some bullshit.

Do you exercise regularly?

I used to lift every day, but I fell off with it.

What is your coffee of choice? (flat white, cappuccino, etc.)

If I'm home, whatever coffee creamer I have, (cinnabon, pumpkin pie spice, after eight, coffee crisp, French vanilla) no sugar. If I'm at Starbucks, a venti iced white mocha with no whip, two sugars, three pumps of the syrup they use and three hazelnut shots. When I was vegetarian I got it with oat milk instead of dairy. If I'm at McDonald’s then double double if it's hot. Vanilla if it's iced.

Do you pay any attention to your country’s politics?

Absolutely. I can't afford not to.

Are you feeling worried about anything right now?

Extremely so.

Are you a gossipy type of person?

Ugh no, I hate it. I've actively stopped associating with people who are extremely inclined that way.

When will your next meal be, and do you know what it will consist of?

I had a personal sized cheese pizza not long ago. But I kinda wanna grab some Oreos after this. I wish I had the mint ones on hand and not regular, though.

Tell me about the sickest you’ve ever felt

After my most extensive surgery or during episodes with cluster migraines.

What’s your opinion on your in-laws, if you have any?

No comment.

Do you make excuses often, or do you just get things done?

Just get things done, usually.

Have you seen your best friend today? .

No.

What can you smell right now?

Nothing in particular.

Any important birthdays coming up?

Two of my best friends' daughters and one of my nephews in January, my cousin's in February, and mine, my twin's, my aunt's, and my late grandfather's in March.

Fireworks: yay or nay?

I fucking hate fireworks. They're unnecessary, often give me jump scares, stress out animals and are bad for the environment.

Do you have any plans for the rest of the day?

Maybe watch something til I fall asleep.

How about tomorrow? Any plans?

Not really.

Do you know how to do your own laundry or does someone else do it?

I can do it if my environment allows for it. Eg. If the laundry room is accessible and the machines are front loading. They are here. I'll have to get a portable washer when I leave if I want to maintain my independence and don't want to depend on anyone else to do it, which I don't. I can't stand the thought of going backwards and not being able to do everything for myself easily. Fills me with so much dread.

If you could eat or drink anything right now, what would it be?

I might have some Oreos when I'm done this.

Think of the last long car trip you had, where did you go? >>

An hour away from here to see that Whitney concert in the theatre.

Do you have a Twitter account that you use regularly?

Yes.

Have you ever seen a horseshoe crab? They’re scary, right?!

I don't think I've seen one.

What was the last movie you saw at the theatres?

Whitney Houston: The Concert For A New South Africa, Durban, 1994.

Are there any new movies that you’d really like to see?

I'm seeing Wicked very soon.

If you could play one instrument flawlessly, what would it be?

I wish I'd stuck with guitar and piano.

Do you overthink a lot of things?

Ugh. Yes.

Is there anybody you miss but can’t see again?

My Nan. Every second of every day.

[bansheeoftheforest]

some more general thoughts! This time with the focus on the TKC gang and Anubis!

(potential other additions to be found in the reblogs!)

once more. imagine traversing through the literal underworld to get the Most Important ArtifactTM of your entire pantheon only to meet the god of death and/or funerals. and he is just. italian.

Anubis really wants to bully Bast for being a babysitter but he also realizes he has been a babysitter for the last 2000 years so he really can't say anything.

I cant tell if Bast would like this Anubis better because he is in general more mellow or if she would be freaked out. Like who are you and why are you wearing the dog's skin.

Anubis does, reasonably, tell himself that he doesn't believe in the christian god and/or a being higher than. well. them. but when meeting the Kanes he does ask a Higher BeingTM or the fates or whatever to PLEASE let him not get attached to them too. He has his hands full with the Di Angelos. Said Higher BeingTM or the fates completely ignores him and he gets really attached. As I've said before; absolute mother hen.

Sadie still has a crush on him. He tells her that he is way too busy to even consider himself as an actual person (and he also has already mentally put Kanes in the same category as the Di Angelos) so kinda a bad idea to develop feelings for him.

(assuming he isn't just straight up gay. which is my main hc for him honestly).

Can i do a plot-twist and just say he likes Carter more at least at first? Like of course Sadie can take care of herself even if she is like. 12 when they first meet. But I also feel like this Anubis sees Carter as the Older SiblingTM and relates a little too much.

Unrelated but I also love the thought of the egyptian gods meeting Anubis, thinking he is still an angry/bitter/angsty emo teen (or the ancient egyptian equivalent) and now he is culturally catholic and probably has Divine Anxiety or something.

I honestly just feel like whatever parts of Isis is AvailableTM when the Kanes are in the Duat just sees Anubis and, just like the godfather, goes "look how the massacred my boy".

Anubis does his best to help the Kanes deal with Set but he still has his deal with Hades and have to 1) make sure that Bianca and Nico are safe and 2) make sure no one at camp half-blood suspect that he is. a god. At one point he tells the Kanes "unfortunately greek gods do not grant paid leave so you are on your own with this."

Nico stuck at camp wondering why tf his older brother keeps randomly disappearing (especially in the middle of the night (he only finds out because he struggles to sleep. because he is 10 and everything is new and kinda anxiety inducing. so it is nice to crawl into Anubis' bed bc that feels safer)).

When Nico does actually catch Anubis in bed it is like when a cat sits on your lap. Like by instinct Anubis knows he needs to go and help the Kanes or talk to Hades but Nico is sleeping in his arms so he is legally not allowed to move.

(He also probably starts getting worried for how long he will be able to actually hold Nico since Bianca is gone and maybe even dead already)

I am not sure if I should include this in a post-titan's curse/the red pyramid version of this post but like. When (or if) Bianca dies and Nico runs away, Anubis 100% would go after him. So, yall think he would just take him to the House of Life? Yall think he would have actually told the Kanes about his job beforehand? Or would it just be him popping in with an absolutely FURIOUS/distraught emo child like "hi, hello, yes, this is technically but also not really my brother, our- or his- sister just died and I kinda want to make sure he doesn't get himself killed because I am already in bad water with my boss. Can yall take him in for a bit?"

I normally like to HC Anubis and Nico as physically looking very different but I also find it funny to imagine the Kanes seeing them side by side and going "are you sure you are not biological brothers?"

Bianca's death was/is tragic but the thought of Anubis learning to wrangle Nico as if he was nothing more but an angry/feral kitten is very lovely.

Still refusing to reread PJO/TKC but it is still infesting my brain so woe crossover au be upon yall

Au where Anubis casually gets assigned to be Bianca's and Nico's older brother, anyone?

(messy points below, mostly from Anubis' pov coz he is my pookie)

Like, once the other Egyptian gods start dropping like flies because the magicians are imprisoning them, assuming they may also go after Anubis, he turns to Hades as a very very very last resort because, well, he would like to not be imprisoned for all eternity, thank you very much. Hades agrees on the condition that Anubis looks after his demigods, since he otherwise really isn't to any use of him, which Anubis accepts. So, Anubis is basically the Hades/Pluto demigods' divine babysitter in exchange for some protection from the magicians who may or may not also want to imprison him.

I shall say that this either works bc A) Hades kids radiate enough death so that he can be around them without a host or B) it is all just bureaucracy so when the rest of the Egyptian gods are gone those rules simply do not really apply.

Anyways, once the Big Three ProphecyTM rolls around and Maria Di Angelo kicks the bucket, Anubis is left in charge of making sure the Di Angelo siblings survive, taking them to and staying with them at the Lotus Casino and the different schools that Hades moves them around to, either as their "older brother"/guardian or as their pet dog that the authorities simply don't bat an eye at.

The siblings, with their memories absolutely fucked up, simply accepts that they either have a brother, a dog, an older brother who is occasionally a dog, or a dog that only conveniently shows up when their brother isn't there and vice versa.

And since I haven't read any RR books since I was 12 and I never read the HOO series, I can't really talk much about the logistics from here on out but. I have some thoughts in general.

Anubis makes sure that he takes the majority of the responsibilities, so that Bianca can be a little more happy and a little less stressed than she would have been if she was alone looking after her little brother.

He also happily distracts Nico when Bianca needs a break, he can genuinely listen to Nico ramble about whatever for hours, remembers it quite well and can return the conversation, which Bianca rarely has energy for.

(He was the exact same when he was young and wants to make sure Nico has someone that listens to him)

Genuinely cannot rest until he makes sure the siblings are fine and safe, which becomes a bit of a problem when Bianca goes on her first and last quest, and even more of a problem when he is more stuck in the Brooklyn House and he has to keep contacting Nico before he allows himself or Walt to rest as a result of that.

He is so so so so SO protective of the siblings. He is absolutely ready to die or kill for them. He is not a fighter, more often than not a pacifist, but when it comes to them he is the first to throw hands.

Also him absolutely being ready to kill the demigods that find the siblings at the military school coz he is so used to the "any demigod or magician is here to kill one of us and I have to protect them at all costs" mode that he has been kinda stuck in for the last 70 or so years, minimum.

He is merely an older sibling running on the equivalent of 3 hours of sleep and 2 strong coffees, which really doesn't help the situation once shit starts going down in Brooklyn/the Egyptian pantheon.

Speaking of the Brooklyn House. After being a Divine BabysitterTM for like 2000 years he genuinely cannot get rid of those base instincts, which ends up with him fussing over the Kanes/Walt/Zia and the rest of the initiates because those are CHILDREN and they need to REST and be SAFE and EAT PROPERLY and TAKE YOUR DAMN VITAMINES, WALT.

Because of those 2000 years of babysitting, Anubis is genuinely amazing with kids. You'd think they'd be scared by him, but no. He is the first one they run to when they scraped their knee and need a band aid and a hug.

He also 100% stares right into Percy's and Will's souls the moment he finds out Nico has/had crushes on them. Despite being raised in an entirely different time he definitely is a "no dating until you are at least 25 otherwise I might have a heart attack" sibling and he is not letting some random demigod break his lil brother's heart. He accepts Will well enough though coz he makes Nico laugh which in the end is the most important thing.

Will might actually be more intimidated by Anubis than Hades but that doesn't stop him. Nico is his babygirl and he knows Anubis is (probably) more bark than bite (most of the time).

No matter if Hades allows him to like. stop being a babysitter once the gods are restored and Ma'at is balanced and all, Anubis still sticks around and checks in on Nico (and eventually Hazel). He gets antsy if he hasn't heard from them at least once a day.

He probably has a good base relationship with Jason and Reyna (bc both are protective older siblings when it comes to Nico) but he keeps Percy at a distance ever since Bianca's death (not that he blames him). But he isn't particularly close to any of them, as his priorities lay with Nico, Hazel, and the Brooklyn House.

Assuming Anubis doesn't like. Introduce himself to the greeks as "Anubis" and instead says he is someone else, I have absolutely no idea when or if he would ever tell any of the greek demigods what he truly is. But I suppose Nico would eventually find out that his older brother actually isn't related to him at all, or even from the greek pantheon, and instead only happened to become his older brother as a favour to Hades. Depending on how he finds out he definitely could get upset but I like to believe he sorta figures eventually, and is just happy Anubis genuinely cares for him.

I also like to think that the greek gods they meet when the demigods take the siblings from the school to camp half-blood, just gives Anubis A LookTM. Either they are fully aware he is protecting the Hades kids or they think an Egyptian god is just casually hanging out with some random demigods. Which must certainly be a sight to behold.

Can yall for a moment imagine being the Kane siblings, trying to get the feather of truth from the god of death to avoid the impending apocalypse, who then says "sorry I am mostly on babysitting duty so I can't really help yall more than this, good luck tho."

Walt who meets Nico and is so conflicted because in one way he is slightly weirded out by this tiny depressed gremlin, but in another way the Anubis PartTM of him is just going "protect protect protect protect", which is a weird first impression.

One of the Kane siblings would be interested in Mythomagic, I just know it. Either Sadie coz it is funky or Carter bc it is nerdy. Either way, Nico has at least one Kane to bond with bc of it.

Nico just has the ultimate diplomatic immunity because he can go between Camp Half-blood, Camp Jupiter, and the Brooklyn House basically as he pleases.

On a completely different topic, the majority of Nico's wardrobe is just shit he has stolen from Anubis, he just lets it happen, in part because it is not like he as a god has a limited wardrobe, and in part bc Nico is absolutely adorable when he drowns in Anubis' jackets bc they are too big for him.

Also, Anubis helping Nico train his death magic, and teaching him the easiest ways to build endurance while using it.

Frankly the thought of the rest of the gods being banished, imprisoned, in exile or attempting to free themselves while Anubis is playing babysitter is very funny to me in general. Imagine being Isis or Osiris and attempting to ask your nephew/son what he did during the 2000 years yall were imprisoned and he goes "I took a side job as a babysitter to pay the bills".

Honestly I might reblog this with more thoughts eventually. They are all just so pookie.

[girl-of-many-fandoms]

Second To Her // 2

Pairing: Shang-Chi x Reader

Summary: Conversations in the dark are much better

Warnings: none

Part 1 Part 2

I have one more fic lined up to be posted and then I'll be focused solely on studying for final exams, I hope you all enjoy this one 💕

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Y/N's POV

Groaning for what seemed to be the millionth time I threw the covers off of me and sat up on the bed. It's been a week sleeping in a bed without Shaun to keep me warm and I hate every second of it, yes the pillow he slept on faintly has his scent but I needed him

2:25am

The stupid clock next to me flashed it's angry red colour at me, mocking me. Stretching my hand to the nightstand I grabbed my phone, a smile played on my lips at the sight of my wallpaper; Shaun was hugging me from behind, both our smiles could've lit up a town

I should call him

Chewing on my bottom lip I contemplated if I should, it's late and I don't want to disturb him

Y/N just close your eyes, you'll fall asleep soon enough

Locking the device I returned it to its original spot and attempted to get some rest

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Shang-Chi's POV

2:40am

I hate this

Sitting up against the headboard I combed my fingers through my hair; I can't take this for much longer

Well, it's technically your fault that you're not next to her

The voice in my head was right, I am the cause of my own misery. I should've told Katy that I couldn't come over that day but she was freaking out and I couldn't leave her like that

Y/N was right, over the week that we've been apart I really thought about all the times I flaked her off to run to Katy whenever we were spending time together and let me just say, it happened way more than I had initially thought

I love Y/N there's no doubt about it; she's kind, intelligent, caring, beautiful and witty, she also packs a mean punch

I miss having her next to me, hearing her voice

I'm an idiot

Call her

Picking up the device I unlocked it, her beautiful face lit up my screen. Opening my contacts, I scrolled down to her name and without any regards to the time, I called her

Please answer

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Y/N's POV

My eyes opened at the vibrations of my phone. The device lit up and I reached for it

Shaun

Answering it I put the phone to my ear

"Hey"

"Hey"

"Sorry for waking you, I know it's late"

"You didn't wake me up, I couldn't sleep"

"Me either" there was a short pause in conversation, we both just sat there in silence listening to each other's breathing

"Shaun I-"

"I miss you Y/N"

"I miss you too"

"I have have so much to say but I can't say them over the phone, can I come over?"

"Sure"

"Okay, great I'll be there in a few minutes" I hung up and got out of bed. I missed him so much and we really need to talk about us

I made my way down the hall to the living room and turned on the television to occupy myself until he got here. I don't know why I'm feeling anxious, I've seen him so many times before, maybe it's because the last time we spoke we ended up in a screaming match

There was a jingle of keys at the front door before it opened; Shaun walked in and locked it behind him. He stood there awkwardly, visibly fighting the urge to immediately find his way over to me

"That was quick"

"Yeah, well I had to get here before you changed your mind"

I gestured for him to have a seat on the other end of the sofa and he did. He wiped his palms on the grey sweatpants he wore a couple times

"I'm going to speak, I just need you to hear me out" angling himself to face me he continued

"I'm sorry, I know it's a weak ass apology but I truly am. The things you said about me always running off to Katy was right, I hadn't noticed how often that happened until you brought it up" he paused reading me to get a sense on how to continue

"I'm sorry for not realizing what I've been doing all those times, could you forgive me?"

"You're an idiot" his frown deepened not knowing where I was going with this. Getting off the sofa I moved to stand in front of him

"It took you so long to realize what you'd been doing, can't say I'm surprised because I'm not" his eyebrows were drawn together as he waited for me to continue

"You're an idiot, yes" I straddled his lap, his hands immediately resting on my hips, his confusion melted away and a smile now sat on his face

"But you're my idiot, I forgive you but don't ever let it happen again unless she's actually in danger or something is drastically wrong" cupping his face in the palms of my hands I lovingly stared down at him

"I promise, I love you Y/N"

"I love you too"

He puckered his lips and I kissed him, I kissed him like he was the oxygen I needed to breathe. I needed this, him, I needed him. Our innocent kiss quickly turned into a heated make out session, my mouth fell open when he thrusted his hips upwards brushing his hardening member against me

As if I weighed nothing, Shaun stood up and took us to the bedroom. I left kisses along his jaw and down his neck as be laid me down on the queen sized bed

"You know, I think we were in the middle of something last time" his voice was an octave lower; he undid the buttons of the shirt of his I wore to bed

"My memory is a bit foggy, remind me"

Let's just say that he did remind me of where we left off, how beautiful I was and how much he loved me, many, many times.

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Part 2 as requested!

@fofocuddlypooops

[sheloooveswomen]

i am here - mildred ratched x reader

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summary: comfort fic. millie comes home to find you, her gf, feeling blue.

includes: softdom!mildred x fem!reader, thoughts are italicized, POV switches.

warnings: talk of depression.

inspired by Dangerous ASMR’s audio on youtube

1,500 words.

MILDRED POV//

I love my job. Being head nurse has its perks, for sure, but Hanover is a mumbling child half the time and one can only take so much of that combined with Nurse Bucket's ongoing tantrums. So in all, I am glad to be home.

"Honey?” I set my purse and keys down, glancing around the dark house, "Are you home?"

Not in the kitchen.

Not in the living room.

She should be home.

I walk into our bedroom to find a girlfriend shaped lump under the covers, "You feeling alright, sweetie?"

With no response I assume she's asleep. After placing a kiss where I assume her head is, I take off my shoes and change my clothes. Trying to go through my night routine quickly so I can join her in bed. She stirs when I settle onto the bed.

I put my lips to her forehead to take her temperature, "You don't feel warm...it's a bit early for bed..." I gently stroke her back.

"I'm just a little tired, is all." she whispers, eyes still closed.

"You're tired? But it's only—" I notice her swollen eyes and flushed cheeks, "oh...oh darling" I get under the covers, "snuggle up. Come here, kitten, let me hold you."

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Y/N POV//

A low chuckle vibrates through her chest, "You're incredibly cute you know" she rests her cheek on top of my head, "although I can't believe you find burying yourself in my chest all that comfortable."

"It's one of my favorite spots" I whisper.

"Is it? For the obvious reason, I suppose." she replies at the same volume.

I smile weakly, "Yes...but also I can hear your heartbeat and your breathing..."

Her hand slips under my shirt (it’s hers technically) to rub soothing circles on my back, "Oh...it comforts you?"

I nuzzle my nose into her neck and nod.

She kisses my forehead, "Thank you for letting me comfort you. I know sometimes you think you can handle everything by yourself but I am here. Though you are getting better at opening up, and I'm really proud of you for that. You're always such a good girl for me." Mildred places several kisses along my hairline, "Has there been anything in particular that's bothering you?"

"The usual things" I shrug.

"Can you tell me, sweetheart?"

"I don't know...I feel exhausted. Not that I wanna sleep all day but more like I can’t even bring myself to move. I don't feel like doing anything- it's hard to do anything, really." My voice breaks a bit and I pause, "I haven't been feeling the greatest about myself either, I guess." my words barely audible at this point.

She sighs, rubbing my back, "I've noticed you haven't been yourself lately...you haven't been as bratty." Millie teases.

I let out a weak laugh as she wipes my eyes, "I'm sure I've been annoying. Just moping all day. I'm surprised you're not tired of me." I shake my head to rid myself of the negative thoughts.

"Now now, I will not tolerate my love saying such things about herself. Those things simply aren't true." She holds me tighter, "I really wish I could make all the bad feelings go away. I know happiness isn't a choice that we can make, it's so much more complicated than that, but perhaps we can practice choosing to be kinder to ourselves when we feel sad. Of course they don’t ever go away a hundred percent, these feelings pass a little bit quicker when we don't berate ourselves for feeling them."

She kisses my head and plays with the baby hairs on the back of my neck in sync with the hand rubbing my back.

"I know, much easier said than done...but can you try for me, my love? Sometimes just getting a little bit of space in your thoughts and sneaking in a little self-compassion helps. Especially on the days you forget how loved you are. But I will be right here to remind you." she turns so we lay chest to chest. Her forehead against mine as she traces from my jaw up to eyebrows with her fingertips, "These emotions we feel and negative thoughts that run through our minds aren't the truth. I know they're uncontrollable but we don't have to believe in them. There will always be someone who somehow can't see your worth but do not let it be you. It most certainly will never be me."

Mill takes hold of my chin to kiss me softly.

"So, we're going to try and be kinder to ourselves when we feel sad, aren't we?" she asks.

"I will do my best. You're setting me up for failure here" I chuckle.

She laughs lowly, squishing my cheeks in her hand, "That's a command baby, not a request." Millie moves the stray hairs from my face, wiping a tear away, "I am a woman of impeccable taste. Don't you agree, kitten?"

"Yes"

"I'm glad you do. As someone with impeccable taste, I have chosen you to be my friend, my confidant, my lover. I wouldn't choose someone who wasn't kind" 

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"sweet" 

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"considerate" 

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"funny" 

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"strong" 

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"and" 

kiss 

"understanding. You don't think I've made a mistake, do you?"

I can't think of a response

"Do you think your mistress has made a mistake, kitten?" her voice lowers.

I roll my eyes playfully and shake my head, "No Nurse Ratched"

“There’s my girl” she laughs, "Uh huh, that's what I thought. Do you want to talk about anything? The specific thoughts you've been having?"

"I don't want to put that on you, Millie—"

"No sweetie, you can talk to me about anything."

"I don't want to make you worry. Melancholia may be contagious." I quote the ‘professionals’ she rants about.

She ignores my attempt at laughing it off, "I have the capacity to listen to you and comfort you. I'm not going to judge you and I'm not going anywhere. So if you can, please tell me what's been going on in that beautiful mind of yours?"

"I don't know...I haven't been this bad in a while but it no longer feels good enough to go through the motions. I just feel like I'm having more bad days than good ones. My anxiety is just- I don't even know...one moment I'm fine, the next I can't get out of bed...I'm just so tired."

"I understand."

I look up at her, "You do?"

"Yes, my love. I do understand. I may not share much of my past but there have been many times in my life when I felt so low and broken. Times where I've had immense depression...where I've felt so alone."

I furrow my brows in concern, putting my palm to her cheek, "You don't fee—"

"No darling, I don't feel like that anymore. No need to be concerned." She kisses the worry line between my eyebrows, "Though you're incredibly sweet to do so." She rubs the tip of her nose against mine and rests our foreheads together, "I just want you to know I understand how hard it is...when you don't see the point. And I want you to know it's absolutely okay to feel the way you feel. They are valid feelings. You don't need to put any pressure on yourself to snap out of it because that is not helpful. But it is helpful to give yourself permission to feel how you feel, and to remind yourself that you don't have to believe the negative thoughts that come during these times."

I nod in acknowledgement.

"I know it's difficult to be kind to oneself. We're always the most critical and unforgiving of ourselves, but maybe when you feel this way you can think of what you would say to me if I was sad."

"What do you mean?" I run my thumb over her cheekbone.

"We're always so much kinder to friends and loved ones than to ourselves, aren't we?" Millie starts to rub my back again and sighs, "Since your mind is playing tricks on you today, I'm going to tell you the things I need you to know."

She makes sure I'm looking in her eyes, nothing but sincerity shining through.

"You matter so much to me and to a lot of people. You are not a burden. You are not as alone as you may think or feel you are. It's okay to have bad days, just be kind to yourself when you do. You are amazing. You are important. You are lovable. You are loved. Your life matters to me and your presence on this earth matters whether you see it or not. You are worthy and you are more than good enough simply by being you."

I pull her into a deep kiss in effort to communicate my appreciation.

"Is there anything I can do to make my girl better, hm?" she gives a tear filled smile.

"Just hold me for now?"

"Of course, my love. I am always here."