#you know… i’m gonna be so honest and say

[blue-jisungs]

hi!!!!! congrats on 8k!!! u deserve it so much ur writing is so amazing<3 for the little ask game, although it's not a word in your list, i thought about cats + piwon's jongseob!! i love cats, he loves cats and i love him so it's a Great combination in my opinion eheh if u dont wanna write w that word it's okay! and i choose glasses from ur list instead :3 thank u so much and i hope ur exams go well!!!!

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ THIS CAT LIKES HEAD SCRATCHES ! 🧸ྀི — you discover that your boyfriend resembles a cat … wbk though :3 ( wc 957 )

[ extras ] coffee mention + i decided to mention the glasses prompt and i had those ones in mind hehe 🙏 he just looked so cute wtf:(

ੈ✩‧₊˚ note ! AHHHH TYSM I REALLY APPRECIATE IT!!!!! thank u for the req bc it was really fun to write and i believe it’s my first seobi work too 🥹 i hope you enjoy it hehe <3 and my exams went well!!! tysm hehe <3 i still have one more to take but !! its gonna be okay i believe 🙏

@kstrucknet = ^-^ =

the wind is gentle against your face when you leave the coffee shop, and you wrap your scarf a little tighter around your neck. jongseob pulls you aside, not to block the entrance, and dives into his bag to look for headphones. you hold his drink and take a small sip. 

the vanilla flavor explodes on your tongue and you just grin, taking another sip of the sweet beverage. maybe he won’t notice–

“it’s a bit too sweet, to be honest. do you want to finish it?” he asks and you realize he’s been watching you, gaze amused from behind his glasses. the red oval frames cutely frame his face, almost distracting from the fact that you just got caught. 

“no, you can have it” you sigh and trade. he hands you one earphone, you give him the drink back. (it wasn’t too sweet, really. jongseob just said that so you could finish it without feeling guilty). you accept the earphone and put it in your left ear, grabbing his hand. 

“do you want to watch something once we get back?” he asks softly before putting on one of his rap playlists. you pucker your lips in thought and miss the way he smiles fondly at the sight.

“maybe… i still have to finish that one kdrama my friend recommended but i don’t really feel like it’ you say and start your journey back to the dorm. 

the music isn’t playing too loud - despite the energetic tune and some… unusual lyrics, it serves as a background to your conversation. jongseob intertwines fingers with yours, seeking a little more warmth on the chilly day. 

“maybe we can rewatch the maze runner…?” he offers and you just scoff. your boyfriend takes another sip of his vanilla cappuccino and hides a smile behind the cup. 

“again?” you laugh at the ridiculosity. “i’d rather watch… oh, i know! i know!” 

jongseob halts, the impact almost making you trip. 

“let’s watch old harmony adventure eps! please, please, please…! they are so funny… well, you are but…” you stop and trace where his gaze is. 

a cat. 

“wait, i want to take a picture” he hums and looks for his phone. the moment it’s in his hand, it almost gets yanked from the impact of you kneeling down. and the plugged earphone– 

jongseob manages to catch it and lets out a sigh of relief, your earphone dangling in the air. he started taking pictures of the brown colored feline hiding in the bushes. 

“how did you even notice it?” you ask, gently tapping your nails against the concrete to lure the cat.

“i just have a cat radar” he smirks and squats next to you, joining in your scheme. 

the cat’s big green eyes track your movements. jongseob looks around and notices a bin. 

“i’m just gonna finish it and throw it out” he says and drinks the coffee, doing as he said. 

meanwhile you successfully lure the cat, the feline approaching you carefully. it sniffs your hand, soft nose poking your skin. jongseob observes with a proud smile. 

the cat plops on its back, showing its white belly to you. 

with a loud whine, you start to pat its belly.

“seob, oh my god!” you mumble, pout forming on your lips. the fur is soft beneath your palm and your boyfriend joins you again, his hand petting the cat’s head. 

“do you think we can steal it?” he asks, hopeful sparkle in his eye. 

you bite your lip, looking at him. 

“i’m really gullible, you should stop making offers like that” you laugh and he just snickers, hand moving to pat its belly too. your fingers occasionally bump into each other, the cat’s loud purring making you chuckle. 

“no, really, what’s stopping us…?” your boyfriend mumbles to himself, adoring the pet’s happy face. 

“jongseob!” you whine, moving to scratch the cat’s chin. it stretches a bit, throwing its head back to give you better access to its chin and neck. “just like you…”

“i don’t purr” he grunts “and i am not a cat”

“mhm…” you decide to ignore his meows of protest “also, i think this cat isn’t a stray. it’s a little too friendly. and it’s cute underbelly tells me its being fed good at home”

“eh, you’re right” jongseob grunts and pats the white belly for the last time “let’s keep going then. before it’s too late”

“too late for what?” you ask, tilting your head. he just opens his bag widely, pretending as if he’s going to swoop the cat in. 

the street fills with your laughters and the cat stands up, startled. jongseob helps you stand up and dusts off your knees while you wave at the cat. 

“bye, kitty” you hum and grab your boyfriend’s hand again. and as you try to persuade him into watching harmony adventure, he keeps wondering when did you manage to change the playlist. 

once back at home, happily watching the content you wanted, jongseob is laying on your lap. his red glasses messily thrown on the nightstand, face buried in the warmth of the duvet covering your legs. 

you sneak your hand into his hair, massaging his scalp gently. one second he’s laughing at a joke he made, the other he’s groaning softly. 

“that feels nice…” he mewls, nuzzling his head. 

“yeah?” you ask with a grin. his limbs stretch a little and jongseob lets out a sigh of relief.

“m’yeah. keep doing that, please… oh, oh, here” he purrs in delight.

“not a cat, you say” you whisper quietly, not wanting him to hear. he doesn’t, luckily - and you decide to tease him about it later. something along the lines of ‘who needs a cat when i have you’.

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[sophies-junkyard]

While he’s still trending, this is your sign to explore Kendrick’s discography. He’s so much bigger than this beef with Drake (and the “beef” is so much bigger than “he hates Drake!” but I’m hoping we all know that by now). Here’s some ideas on where to start:

The GNX album has incredible range . From hype tracks like “Tv off” to the introspection of “reincarnated”. It’s a 10/10 (literally). If you only have the energy for one album, this is a solid pick. It’s a good way to sample what he’s about and see where he’s heading.

After that… I mean for me it’s gotta be Mr. Morale and the Big Steppers. How do I even explain this? People who were surprised by “Meet The Grahams” had CLEARLY never heard “Mother I Sober”. This album will leave you staring at the void in stunned silence. It’ll make you feel empty inside but like… in an addicting way. It’s a masterpiece. If you’re intimidated by the number of songs, I would AT LEAST hear “United in Grief” and “mother I sober”. (Drake directly referenced “mother I sober” in his track “family matters”. He aimed low while ALSO misinterpreting the story like a fucking clown. Embarrassing af lol.)

2015-To Pimp a Butterfly. Depending on who you ask, this is Kendrick’s best work, and uh… yeah it’s hard to disagree. This is Kendrick in his element. A brutally honest examination of racism and violence wrapped in some of his most aggressive vocals to date (and I mean he LITERALLY uses so much growl on these tracks). But the MUSIC is…. chill? It’s also varied as hell. It’s an evening of slam poetry backed by smooth jazz. Then he’ll hit you with a slick guitar riff and some panicked breathing into the mic. The album is crucial to understanding Kendrick as an artist. Picking standouts on this one feels stupid (and everybody has a different opinion) but “Alright” and “King Kunta” are classics. “I”, “How much a dollar cost”, “you ain’t gotta lie”, “the blacker the berry”…. I’m just gonna end up listing every song. I’m also a fan of the“for free-interlude” lol. Oh and “Mortal Man”. I honestly don’t think there are any skippable tracks on this one. Just let it flow.

His 2017 album DAMN was a major success, and was how I got into Kendrick. If high school parking lots came with an OST, “HUMBLE” would’ve been our Green Hill Zone. Idk if that made any sense. Point is, it was popular as fuck. “DNA” was another huge hit. The album sounds edgy and hyped, but the lyrics are an invitation for the audience to like… choose his fate. It’s all about judgement day. Growth, reconciliation, criticism of fame. It’s a shame that it got reduced to “omg humble is a banger!!”. The fact that Uncle Sam shouted at Kendrick to “TIGHTEN UP!” And he performed HUMBLE in response... Damn.

2011- good kid, m.A.A.d city. “Money trees” is a classic with a super chill beat. And the metaphor of “planting money trees” has become a huge part of his identity. Representing his literal desire to share the wealth with his community, and his desire to stay true to his roots. It was ALSO something Drake dissed him for “failing” to do (though his record of philanthropy says otherwise). The titular songs “good kid” and “m.A.A.d city” are iconic. “Swimming Pools” is often cited as his first big hit. Side note: The album cover featured a van (I think it was a Chrysler?) that became a symbol of Kendrick’s career. and Drake fucking destroyed it in one of his music videos. Bitch.

There’s so much. He also has a series of 6 songs called “the heart” that usually drop before a new album. He has a ton of other albums that I didn’t even mention because this post is way too long. I know I skipped a lot of bangers so please let me know about them. Also this post 100% assumes everyone has heard “6:16 in LA”, “Euphoria”, “meet the grahams” and “not like us” because… I mean come on. Ok that’s all. happy listening!

[just-shairahhh]

Wings and Venom; Part III

Pairing: Theodore Nott X Fem!Reader

Part: Three of Three (?)

A/n: Hi, everyone. I went overboard with the word count again. I was also thinking of keeping this series a trilogy, I don't know. Let me know your thoughts on this. And a tiny clarification, in the previous chapter flashback, second year Theo was not smoking. He was only staring at an unlit cigar. I am sorry for not clarifying that. While we do know that our Teddy dearest does have a habit of smoking, I would not like to believe it was the second year. And who knows, maybe Y/n is the reason for that. Well, I hope you enjoy reading this chapter.

Part One | Part Two |

Binns dismissed the class with his usual monotone, but you barely registered it. The low hum of students shuffling their books, and chairs scraping along the floor grew louder with each passing second, but you barely registered that too. For the remaining yet fleeting seconds, you did not move from your seat and neither did Theo. The warmth of his shoulder against yours had become something steady, grounding, like it had been there all along.

Then, without a word, Theo reached for your book bag. He slung it over his shoulder, standing up as if it was the most natural thing in the world, as if he had always done this.

You blinked, thrown by the ease of it. “I can carry my own bag, you know.”

Theo didn’t look at you, already weaving through the students toward the door. “I know,” he threw back at you.

You scowled, quickening your pace to keep up. “Then why are you carrying it?”

Theo barely spared you a glance. “Because I felt like it.”

You huffed. “You felt like it?”

“Yeah.” A pause. Then, with the faintest smirk, he added, amusement dancing in his eyes. “You complaining?”

You opened your mouth, then shut it. Damn him. Because, really, what were you supposed to say to that? Let’s all be honest. You were totally, in no way, complaining. Your book bag was heavy and you were so tired after all your classes. But that doesn’t mean you need to let him know that. You were gonna carry that bag to your dorm, if that was the last thing you did today.

“…It’s weird,” you finally settled on.

Theo shrugged, the motion making his knuckles brush against your arm again. “You’re weird.”

You scoffed. “Brilliant comeback.”

“Thanks.”

“That wasn’t a compliment.”

“Still taking it.”

You glared up at him, but he was maddeningly composed. Smug, even. You weren’t sure when this had started—when his teasing had shifted into something more playful, something that made your stomach flip instead of boil with frustration.

“Give me my bag, Nott.”

Theo hummed, considering. “No,” he responds suddenly. “I don’t think I will.”

You reached for it, but he dodged you easily, moving the bag behind his back. You tried again, lunging forward—and this time, he shifted fast enough that you stumbled straight into him.

Oh.

You caught yourself just in time, hands against his chest, his heartbeat steady beneath your palms. He was close—so close, the scent of him clouding your thoughts. Your breath stuttered.

Theo tilted his head, gaze flicking between your eyes and your mouth, his voice low and entirely too pleased.

"Careful, sweetheart. You keep throwing yourself at me, people will talk.”

“Theo—” you started, a little annoyed.

“You’re cute when you’re mad, you know that?”

Your stomach flipped violently.

“Oh, shut up,” you muttered, shoving at his arm—not nearly as forceful as it should have been and as he deserved. But just enough. You pushed yourself off of him slightly before dramatically rolling your eyes at him.

Theo’s smirk deepened. “That’s not very nice.”

“I’m not nice.”

“I know.” His voice dropped slightly, his gaze flickering down to your mouth before he looked away. “That’s why it’s fun.”

You felt hot all of a sudden. Wasn’t Hogwarts supposed to be temperature modified? What’s with all the stuffiness... and the... and the warmth seeping through your cheeks. And...

Before you could formulate a response, a voice called out—

“What’s this, Nott?” Mattheo mused. “Carrying books for our sunshine now?”

You turned to find Mattheo lounging against the corridor wall, flanked by Blaise and Enzo.

Theo, to his credit, didn’t so much as blink. He just dropped your bag unceremoniously at your feet (okay, rude!) and said, “Shut up, Riddle.”

But Mattheo’s grin only widened. “Didn’t say it was a bad thing.”

You simply rolled your eyes, not bothering to answer. You picked up your book bag with a huff, already walking away for lunch.

Before you could reach the Great Hall, footsteps sounded behind you. Moments later, Mattheo and Blaise flanked you on either side, Enzo and Theo falling into step just behind them.

“You’re coming tomorrow, right?” Blaise asked, his tone making it sound less like a question and more like an expectation.

You frowned. “Coming where?”

“The match,” Mattheo said in an obvious tone, throwing an arm around your shoulders like this was a casual chat and not an ambush. “Then, of course, the party after.”

You gave him a look. “Bit premature, don’t you think? You haven’t won yet.”

Blaise scoffed. “Yeah, we have.”

You let out a laugh. “Oh, of course. Silly me for thinking Hufflepuff might actually have a chance.”

Mattheo gasped, clutching his chest. “The disrespect.”

“They might as well hand us the Cup now,” Blaise said smugly. “We’re just being polite, sweetheart.”

“You lot don’t know the meaning of the word polite.”

Mattheo smirked. “And yet, you’re still walking with us. That’s very interesting.”

“No, I am not. YOU are walking with ME. I am merely tolerating your presence. And get that hand off my shoulder!” You finish, shrugging his hand away and increasing your pace slightly. A Slytherin party is the last place you wanna be caught up in, ranked in your places to never visit right below Azkaban.

“Sure, sweetheart.”

You rolled your eyes, but before you could fire back, Theo spoke—not cocky like the others, just… casual. “You should... come.”

You glanced at him, caught off guard by how unassuming it was. Not a demand, not a challenge—just… a suggestion.

“Oh?” You tilted your head toward him. “Are you inviting me?”

He shrugged, but there was something else in his eyes. You were just about to respond when Mattheo groaned from your side.

 “Alright, enough of the pining.”

“We’re playing Exploding Snap at the party,” Blaise announced just when you reached the Grand Hall. “Loser takes a shot.”

You scoffed, already scanning the Great Hall for Elena. You spotted her at the Ravenclaw table, eyes fixed on a letter, completely absorbed.

“Are we pretending like that’s some grand challenge?” you said, turning back to the boys.

Mattheo chuckled. “She’s cocky. I like it.”

With that, the three of them sauntered off, already blending into the sea of green and silver at the Slytherin table. But Theo—he didn’t move. He lingered just behind you, close enough that you felt the warmth of his presence before you turned to face him.

His gaze flickered over your face, something unreadable in his expression. “So… you’ll come?”

It wasn’t quite a question. More like a quiet hope. A crack in his usual indifference.

You hesitated—just for a second. Then, with a tilt of your head, you smirked. “If you win.”

His lips curled into something softer, something just for you. And as he stepped past you, he leaned in, voice low and right at your ear.

“The theme is Hello Kitty.” His voice was breathy, like he was trying not to laugh. You on the other hand, snorted out a laugh. Imagining Theo and the other Slytherin Boys wearing tunics and pretty bows does that to a person.

And then, with a chuckle, he was gone. Leaving you with the ghost of his words and a heartbeat that refused to settle.

Theo had taken a seat next to Enzo, effortlessly slipping back into their world. Across from him, Mattheo leaned in, whispering something that made Theo huff a quiet laugh, shaking his head as he picked at his food.

You exhaled, forcing yourself to look away. With that, you turned and made your way toward Elena.

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You stood in front of the mirror, frowning at your reflection as Elena lay sprawled across your bed, flipping through a book.

“This is stupid,” you muttered, tugging at the hem of the green sweater you were trying on. It was beautiful but it wasn’t really you. Sighing, you pulled off the sweater entirely.

From the bed, Elena didn’t even look up. “Tell me again why this won’t do as well?”

“It just won’t,” you said quickly. You grabbed another sweater from the pile, slipping it over your head. The fabric was soft, familiar—one you’d worn a hundred times before. The royal blue threads enveloping you into a comfortable hug. You picked up your favourite pendant, the locket, a pair of wings and clasped it around your neck.

Elena finally glanced up from her book, smiling when she saw what you were wearing. “Perfect,” she whispered.

You smiled back at her before groaning, and throwing yourself onto the bed beside her. “It’s just a Quidditch game. It really does not deserve this much thought process.”

“You are preaching to the choir, sister.” She turned a page lazily. “I spent the past hour choosing between two very similar jumpers, to the point that I questioned why I felt the need to buy both. But look at us acting like the outcome depends on our outfits.”

You huff out a laugh at that.

“But for you, hun, the outcome might just depend on what you wear.” She gave you a suggestive look, wiggling her eyebrows.

You scowled, pressing your face into the mattress. “I don’t know how to do this, Elena.” You said suddenly. “Maybe I shouldn’t go.”

Elena smiled kindly at you, her tone no longer playful but serious. “You’ve danced around him for years, Y/n and he has done the same. Both of you pretending like nothing was there. But I think everyone else knew that something always was. Maybe an even deeper connection than attraction. I saw it the night you came back from the Astronomy Tower, second year. The way you talked about him. Don’t let it go because you are scared. Only let it go if he is a dick.”

Your laughed softly before the tension was back, settling at the pit of your stomach. “What if I don’t know how to do this?” you asked, voice small. “What if it’s too late? Too much risk?”

Elena rolled towards you until she was beside you. She looked you in the eye, her expression more serious than you’d ever seen it. “You’ve already started, Y/n. We talked about this the other day. You wanted to do it then. And I think the hardest part is already done.” She gave you a small, almost bittersweet smile. “And I think you both deserve this. Even if it’s terrifying.”

You felt your chest tighten, unsure how to respond to the weight of her words. There was so much you wanted to say, but nothing felt like it would be enough. You turned to face her fully, a sudden surge of emotion rising in you.

“What do I do now?”

Elena took your hand, squeezing it reassuringly. “You get your cute ass up from the bed. We are already late. The game has started. And you try to have fun with it.”

 “You’re right,” you whispered.

 “Duh,” she teased.

You chuckled, a little breathless at her words. You were both headed toward the door, when you suddenly stopped. “Oh, and there’s a party—”

“Of course there is. We are going. We come back, get some rest and diva up! Oh, by the way, I have a Gryffindor date tonight,” she added with a grin. You gave her a look, an eyebrow raised, “Come on, now. Just a date. It’s Cameron Sinclair, Gryffindor Quidditch team? Yeah.”

You smile, a little surprised at the revelation. “Wait, Cameron Sinclair? Seriously?”

“Yep, that’s the one.” Elena laughed, her tone light and breezy. She winked at you and you chuckled at her expressions. But then paused by the door before leaving. “Um, Theo said the theme was Hello Kitty...”

“Haha, sure. A Hello Kitty Slytherin Party but you know what? I think we can do something about it, now that I think about it. Show Theodore Nott we can play at his game. I am thinking ....” She goes on about how the two of you can dress up as you make your way to the match.

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The game had reached its fever pitch, and the stands were filled with roaring fans, their voices blending into a thunderous wave of sound that seemed to shake the very air. You had always enjoyed these matches. No matter how hard your schedule was, you had always managed to take out time for the matches. Usually, you were always cheering for the Hufflepuffs, some of your friends were in the team. But today, you chose to be a silent supporter mostly, clapping and cheering whenever any of the houses scored. The Slytherin team was far ahead this time, but the match was still alive with excitement, the energy buzzing around you as the players swirled on their brooms. Yet, no matter how chaotic the game got, your eyes only looked for him—chasing, gliding, completely in his element—as if he was the only thing worth watching.

The moment Theo took off for another pass, you couldn’t help but stare (again). He looked... powerful. The way he darted between the other players, the slight glint of determination in his eyes—it made your chest tighten in a way you couldn’t quite explain. He was different from all the others.

There was something hypnotic about the way he moved—sharp, deliberate, yet so effortlessly fluid. It was as though every muscle in his body knew exactly where to be, and every part of him was focused on one thing: the snitch. But you? You were distracted—utterly, terribly distracted. Not by the game, but by him. It was impossible not to notice the way he kept glancing in your direction, those sharp green eyes catching yours with an intensity that made your breath hitch. The first time his eyes met yours, a spark shot through you, breath catching in your throat. His gaze held yours longer than it should have. Eyes that were meant to look for the snitch felt that they had won already. A soft smile took over his sharp features, unwavering, and in that moment, everything else seemed to disappear for you—sounds, thoughts, even time itself.

Well, sort of. The world didn’t really fade away, not when there was someone standing a few stands down, trying their best to grab the attention of the eyes that were rearranging your insides ever since he looked at you for the first time today.

Selene Mulciber.

She wasn’t hard to miss. A striking figure in the Slytherin stands, perched at the very front with her long, dark hair pulled back into a sleek, sharp ponytail that highlighted the elegant curve of her neck. Her features were sharp, almost ethereal—high cheekbones, full lips, and eyes so dark they almost seemed black in the sunlight. Every inch of her radiated an undeniable, almost dangerous beauty.

Her eyes were locked on Theo as if he were the only thing that mattered in the world, and every cheer, every shout seemed designed to draw his attention, to remind him of her presence. She leaned forward with an almost predatory grace, her long fingers gripping the railing in front of her as she cheered relentlessly. "Go, Theo!" she called out, her voice loud, unmistakably directed at him. Each shout was infused with a possessive edge, as though the victory didn’t belong to Slytherin as a whole, but to him alone.

Every time he made a pass, a particularly impressive dive, or even just flew past, Selene’s voice would ring out, cutting through the crowd. “That’s my Theo!” she yelled, her words dripping with an almost possessive pride.

It started as a trickle. The first few times, you told yourself it didn’t mean anything to you. She was just supporting her house and her friends. But then it happened again. And again. Every time Theo made a move on the pitch, Selene was there, a shout, a cheer, her eyes glued to him. And it really irked you for some reason and you grew even more annoyed. You did not like the fact that it irked you or the possessiveness of her tone, for the matter.

“Look at him go! There he is, my champion!” she called, practically bouncing in her seat. The way her gaze followed him—devouring him—made your chest tighten. It was as if she was trying to lay claim to him in front of everyone.

And that was when it hit you.

Her presence wasn’t just loud—it was suffocating. She wasn’t just cheering for Slytherin; she was cheering for Theo. Every second of the game felt like she was trying to draw a spotlight onto herself, showing off how close she was to him. And every time she cheered, every time her voice broke through the noise of the crowd, you couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy.

You clenched your jaw, trying to shake off the feeling, but the knot in your stomach wouldn’t loosen. Selene’s voice was like a constant hum in the background, grating against your nerves, but you refused to let it show. It shouldn’t have mattered. None of it should have mattered. 

But then—everything else faded. 

Because Theo was moving. 

A flash of gold glimmered in the air, just out of reach, and he was already closing in. His form was sharp, controlled—every motion was precise, a hunter locked onto his prey. The stadium roared around you, but you barely heard any of it. Your breath hitched, chest tightening as your eyes stayed locked on him.  

Come on, Theo. 

Your fingers curled into fists at your sides, a silent plea pressing against your ribs. The wind whipped through his dark hair, the sharp angles of his face tense with concentration. His body dipped, muscles taut as he leaned forward, pushing his broom harder, faster. The snitch darted left—he followed without hesitation, cutting through the air like he was born to do it. 

You could see it now, barely an arm’s length away. Come on. Come on. Come on...

Selene’s voice rang out again—louder, more insistent. “That’s it, Theo! Take it!” 

Your jaw clenched tighter. 

But then, in a single, breath-taking second, his fingers closed around the snitch. 

The stands erupted into deafening cheers. Slytherin colours blurred in a sea of green and silver as people leaped to their feet, screaming in victory. Theo skidded to a halt mid-air, holding the snitch high as his teammates swarmed him. 

You exhaled, the tension leaving your body all at once. But coming back soon after, when you caught his eyes searching the crowd. 

When his eyes finally found yours—when that small, knowing smirk tugged at the corner of his lips—your breath caught in your throat.

And just as you were about to return his smile with one of your own, the cheer rang out once more, and it was Selene, her arms thrown wide as she beamed in Theo’s direction, her voice louder than anyone else's. “That’s it! You did it, Theo! You’re the best!” The possessiveness in her tone made something inside you twist painfully.

“Does she always do that?” you leaned into Elena, your voice tight.

Elena, who had been standing beside you, didn’t look up from the field at first. Her face remained expressionless, but you could tell from the way her jaw tightened that she was aware of Selene’s presence too. Slowly, she leaned in closer, her voice a low whisper.

Selene’s had her sights on Theo for years,” Elena said quietly. “They... they’ve been involved before. Nothing serious. A fling. But she’s always kept tabs on him. She’s always been this... possessive.”

You blinked, the words sinking in slowly, but the turmoil in your chest wasn’t easily erased. You had never been one for drama or entanglements. Your ideology of love was not really a messy, complicated dynamics. You liked things simple, straightforward. So why did the situation with Theo feel anything but that? Especially when there are no situations to begin with?

You’d never been the type to go after someone who was already involved, and while you were far from naive, the uncertainty gnawed at you. Was this just another one of Theo’s fleeting flings? Something he’d brush off once it lost its charm? The idea unsettled you more than you cared to admit, but it wasn’t just that. It was the fear of falling—of stepping into something you couldn't control and ending up with nothing but a tangled mess.

It would be easy to walk away now, while you still can, to ignore the electric pull between you and him and avoid the chaos entirely. But your instincts told you that was exactly what it wasn't—a passing thing. You knew better than to give in to reckless desires, but it was hard to ignore the rawness of the connection between you two. Was it worth it?

Before you could second-guess yourself further, Elena’s voice broke through your thoughts. “You’re smarter than this. Don’t let her get in your head. Theo isn’t hers if he’s still looking at you like that.”

Her words hung in the air, both reassuring and frustrating. Because you wanted to believe her. You wanted to trust that what was between you and Theo was real, that it wasn’t just some fleeting moment in the midst of all this noise. But still, the insecurities floated around. And you knew it would be a difficult cat to put back in the bag.

But then, just as you were about to spiral again, you heard the loud cheer of the crowd and felt a slight shift in the atmosphere. Theo had landed with the snitch, his victory sealing the game, but your heart was still racing from the moments before. His eyes found you instantly, as if he was searching for you in a sea of people, his gaze locking with yours in a way that made your breath catch. And just like that, again, everything felt suspended—everything except him.

But Selene was quick to re-enter the scene. You didn’t even see when she left from the bleachers and made her way to where Theo was standing right now, in the centre of the field. You couldn’t tear your eyes away as she appeared from the crowd, moving toward Theo with a confident, purposeful stride. She threw her arms around his neck, her body pressed against his, her lips brushing his cheek in a way that made the hair on your neck stand up.

And yet, despite everything—the closeness, the way her arms fit perfectly around his neck, the warmth of her body against his—Theo didn’t push her away. He didn’t step back or give her any sign of hesitation. No. He simply... stood there, letting her do it, his attention fully absorbed in something else.

He was laughing, his back to you, his focus completely on his friends who had just joined him at the centre of the field. Theo was chatting with them, his voice carrying through the noise of the crowd, and every now and then, he would cheer and pump his fist as if Selene wasn’t there at all.

Your pulse quickened. Is this what I’m getting myself into? Was Theo the type of person to always have someone around, to never truly let anyone in? The thought stung. You weren't in the habit of chasing after men—or their attention—but this felt different. This felt like something you couldn't quite walk away from, even as it made you question everything you thought you

And when you couldn’t shake the gnawing feeling in your chest, you knew that if you let things proceed between you and Theo, you were about to walk into something that could tear you apart. With an air of finality that still pricked at your heart, you turned towards Elena. “I’m not going,” you finally said, the words coming out stronger than you expected.

Elena’s face softened, but there was a glint of disbelief in her eyes. “Are you sure? I don’t think that is the right choice here.”

“I can’t, El” You whispered softly. “I don’t know what this is, and I’m not going to put myself in a situation where I don’t even know where I stand.”

Elena shook her head, clearly torn. “You’re one of the smartest people I know, and I get that you’re thinking this through, but don’t let fear control you. I really don’t think he is going to hurt you. If anything, he’s the one who’s been afraid of this for way too long.” Her eyes softened. “But if you’re sure…”

You nodded, feeling the weight of your decision settle inside you. You didn’t have all the answers, and maybe you never would. But right now, you needed to protect yourself. Maybe later, when you weren’t so tangled in your emotions, you’d go. But not tonight. Not like this.

Elena raised an eyebrow. “If you are not going, I am not going. What are we thinking? Ice-cream? Movie-night?”

You gave her a real smile then. “I’m fine, El. Go. You have a hot date waiting. I want you to go. And have a good time.”

As she hesitantly walked off, you watched her, the noise of the crowd feeling distant, as if you were in a bubble. You had made the right choice—at least, that’s what you kept telling yourself.

But part of you couldn’t help but wonder if walking away from Theo meant walking away from something that could have been. You didn’t know yet, but for now, you had made your peace with staying out of it. At least for tonight.

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The first thought that crossed Theo’s mind when he started ascending the stairs to the Astronomy Tower was that he wasn’t supposed to be here. Truthfully, he did not want to be here. He wanted to be at his party, celebrating with his friends, and spending time with you. You, who he had hoped with all his heart, would show up. You, who he thought, he would spend the evening listening to. And you, who he was hoping to ask out on a date, finally. But when hours passed by, the party was in full swing and you hadn’t showed up, his doubts started creeping in.

When he saw Elena, dancing along with her date, he was sure you weren’t here. And that you weren’t going to come. Unbeknownst to most, Theodore Nott does not let himself have expectations. When he learnt at a very young age that he could not expect his own father to not harm him and keep him safe, expecting things from others around him did not seem very wise to him. It was the only way he knew to protect himself. Yet, as he stood now, on top of the Astronomy Tower, gazing at you with the same adoration you gazed at the stars, he knew he was a goner.

He wasn’t prepared, for the way his heart twisted when he saw you standing by the railing, gazing at the stars as if they held all the answers.

You turned around swiftly, the sound of footsteps breaking through the silence of the night. Your heart stuttered in your chest, but you relaxed when you realized it was him.

Theo stood there, just a few steps away, his presence heavy in the air between you. His eyes found yours instantly. There was an ocean in them—waves crashing and pulling, full of things unsaid. The sadness was there, unmistakable, like a storm cloud that had settled too long. But there was something else, too. A quiet desperation, a yearning that seemed to come from deep within him, something raw and vulnerable.

You met his gaze, your own eyes reflecting back the same heaviness, but with a depth he couldn't possibly understand. You were scared, unsure, your thoughts a tangled mess of confusion and longing. Yet, when you looked at him, it felt like the world shrank into nothing but the two of you, and you couldn't look away.

“You don’t make this easy, do you?” Theo’s voice was a mix of frustration and something else—something deeper that he wasn’t ready to confront. He took a step closer but you still didn’t acknowledge him.

“I was hoping it would be easy. Clearly, it is not.” you replied.

The words left you before you could stop them, colder than you meant them to be. You didn’t want to be cold. You didn’t want to be so distant. But what was the alternative?

Theo’s hand flexed at his side, as if he wanted to reach out but didn’t know how. “You think this is easy for me? That I’m not a mess inside? That I am not trying to sort through whatever is happening in here,” he lets out, pointing to his mind, “so I can sort through whatever is happening inside that smart as a whip yet overthinking mind of yours?”

“Yes, I do see you at work, in action. Sorting through our insecurities while kissing your girlfriend.” The words left your mouth before you could process them, sharp and accusing.

“It was a kiss on the cheek, Y/n,” he said, his voice low but sharp, the words cutting through the air with a mixture of confusion and irritation. “And I didn’t kiss her. She kissed me. I was celebrating with my friends, I did not even notice and the one person I did want to celebrate with, ran away from me. So, I don’t see how I am the problem here today."

You flinched, the words cutting deeper than you expected. The hurt flashed across his face before he quickly masked it with frustration. His voice lowered, but there was no mistaking the raw emotion in it now.

“You have no idea how hard this is,” you said, your voice quieter now, as you stepped closer to him. “I’ve never been good at this—at the... Heck, I have never even done this. And next to me is the person who is apparently so used to this, he does not even notice it now. But let me tell you what I won’t do. I won’t be someone’s second choice.”

Theo's eyes widened, his chest rising and falling quicker now. "You think that’s what I want? For you to be anyone else’s? For me to be anyone else’s? Gods, Y/n."

He paused, not knowing what to say or how to start, for a minute. Neither did you. He began again, his voice was thick now, his emotions pouring out with each word. “I’m sorry, Y/n. You were never second best, not from the moment you walked in the astronomy tower on our second year. Not ever. I’ve been so caught up in my own mess that I did what I could to not feel the things happening around me... I’ve let so many things get in the way—Selene, others, my own insecurities—everything. But it was always you. You have to know that.” He paused, eyes softening, as if he couldn’t quite believe the words himself. “I’m not asking for an easy way out. But I know... I know it’s you.”

And just like that, everything inside you cracked wide open. The words that had been trapped in your throat came rushing forward.

“I don’t know what to do with all of this,” you said softly, your voice trembling. “I don’t know how to handle this... us. It was easy when we’re at the tower all those years ago, it was easy when I knew you needed those herbology notes last year. It is easy when I see you across the hall and smile. It is easy when I see you happy. But this is like we’re standing on a cliff, and I don’t know if I should jump or turn around and walk away.”

Theo's eyes softened, his heart in his gaze. His voice was quieter now, like he was speaking directly to you, his words carrying the weight of all that had been unsaid.

“I’m not going anywhere. I can’t... But I can’t keep pretending like this isn’t real. The smiles across the halls are not enough. The notes are not enough. The faraway glances of being happy for the others success from standing afar are not enough,. It has never been enough for a long time. I need you. More of you, all of you,” His hand reached for yours, the warmth of it sending a wave of relief crashing over you.

You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. You didn’t want to admit it, but you couldn’t fight it anymore. The yearning, the pull toward him—it was stronger than any logic, any caution.

When you opened your eyes, you met his gaze, the storm of emotions in both of you palpable.

“I’m... I am scared and I don't know how to do this. And my best asset sometimes comes back as my worst enemy. I will mess up, you know.” you said softly. To which he shook his head. “But maybe... maybe we can figure this out. Together?”

And in this moment, that was all he needed to know.

Theo’s lips parted, and for a split second, you thought he might say something else. But instead, without warning, he surged forward, his hands grabbing your waist with a desperation that matched your own. The air between you crackled with something dangerous—something raw. His body pressed against yours, and suddenly, the entire world felt like it was collapsing around you, the only thing that mattered being the way his mouth collided with yours.

“Don’t stop,” you whispered, voice barely audible, but there was a raw honesty to it, a promise that you weren’t backing away anymore.

It wasn’t just a kiss. It was a storm. Wild, urgent, filled with years of pent-up frustration, confusion, and need. His lips were firm, almost bruising, as if he was trying to pull all the words, all the emotions, out of you with one touch. There was no hesitation now, no space left for doubt. It was chaotic, the kind of chaos that made your pulse race and your body burn with a fire you didn’t know you were capable of.

You could feel the heat radiating off of him, his chest pressing against yours with every breath you took. His hands were everywhere—around your waist, on your back, pulling you closer, until you were both so tangled up, you couldn’t tell where he ended and you began. The kiss was frantic, hungry, like you were both trying to make up for lost time, for all the things you’d never said but had been feeling for so long.

And then, just as quickly as it had begun, it ended. You pulled away, your lips swollen, your chest heaving. Your breath came in uneven gasps, the world spinning around you. Theo’s forehead rested against yours, his hands still holding you tight as if you might slip away from him.

You let out a shaky laugh, the sound foreign to your ears in the quiet aftermath. You felt him smile against you.

Theo pulled back, his chest still rising and falling rapidly, hands loosely wrapped around your waist. “So ... that happened.”

You blinked at him, trying to gather your thoughts, but the only thing that came out was a half-laugh, half-sigh. You stand on your tip toes and loop your hands through his neck. “Yeah. You’re welcome, by the way.”

Theo raised an eyebrow, a playful grin tugging at his lips. “For what? The kiss? I thought I was doing you a favour.”

You shot him a look, barely suppressing a smile. “Oh, please. If anything, I just saved you from a lifetime of wondering what ‘what could’ve been’ would taste like.”

Theo snorted, a laugh escaping him. “Is that right, bella? I guess I owe you one.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll cash in on it later,” you teased, crossing your arms, promising to give back just as good you got it.

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Taglist: @nottinmyheart @whosyourgnomie

Thank you for being the sweethearts with the kindest words and for your constant support. I hope you guys like this one <3

[utilitycaster]

A couple things before I do this as I said I would here

I’ve decided it’s more effective in the long term to bring up a handful of people than everyone who’s ever been obnoxious, mostly to maintain ongoing leverage, ie, maybe if people leave me alone they can get away with their lower-key shitty behavior, and if people don’t, then they won’t.

Do not harass nor send hate to the people I've mentioned; take the high ground. Blocking, vagueing and openly going “what the fuck is wrong with that guy (gn)” however is chill, but I won’t be taking anons personally that are pile-ons on these people because that is not the point of this exercise.

Similarly I just delete anon hate or post it if I have a funny enough response for it but it won’t elicit this kind of thing for various reasons I don’t care to get into right now.

If my good opinion is important to you, really, the quickest way to lose it is to treat me expressing my own opinions on my blog as a personal attack on you. I wasn’t specifically judging you until you decided I was; now, I will ruin your day or week and I won’t feel sorry.

Now, I’m going to be honest. The reason I haven’t done this earlier despite the shit I and many others have waded through all campaign is that the vast majority of people who engage in harassment, hate, or “how dare you exist and have opinions that aren’t mine, don’t you know the world revolves around me” will then immediately make a post like this, such as the loser who led to this: (rest below the cut)

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To be clear I do hope they get whatever presumably important medical procedure this is and I too am in opposition to transphobia on an active political level, however, if you take your own shit out on me, a random woman on the internet, I will continue to fight for what I believe to be your fundamental human rights like gender expression and healthcare but there is no right you have that prevents me from calling you a stupid thin-skinned loser and that I feel sorry for anyone who has the misfortune to love you as I suspect you’re incapable of truly returning it, and also your blorbo still sucks. This has been: if you attempt to treat me even slightly like your punching bag, I punch back.

With that in mind let’s go to the people I’m talking about today. If you're not into this, skip the cut.

I think it goes without saying that warrior/inrecovery was an embarrassing blight on this fandom and imo/dna shippers’ steadfast laxity in taking out the trash is yet another reason why this ship ain’t it chief. I’m posting all of the aliases under which they attacked me and others, but they flamed out during the Laudna addiction metaphor and hopefully got help, though as you can see their blog for the past like, decade, is them attacking people over femslash ships, so idk if it’s gonna stick, pals. Anyway, they have a distinctive style so hopefully if they ever rear their ugly head again I’ll be able to get and post an IP address. I did have some suspicions about Tulsa OK but they are not sufficiently founded. Anyway: you can also find them under tlb/wc (they use that one to make death threats); thatguy/10592; clearcowboy/angel; screechingalpha/nightmare; and holysoul/enthusiast, all of which are still up and have the evidence as of posting

Honorable mention to the person who called me a hypocrite for checks notes liking callowmoore more than Imo/dna (series of asks from November 11th, 2023 in which they harassed not just me but many people who had simply interacted with my posts). I have my suspicions as to who it was [noted tar pit from Westphalia, Germany absintheheartbeat, who I also think sent this Dorym ask] but as I have no proof that’s really all there is. While we’re talking about generic tar pits disconnectedkat is a discourse blog that is just generally a piece of shit and is one of those people who clutches pearls about HOW DARE YOU TRY TO WIN AT FANDOM WITH LEFTIST CAUSES ignoring the big elephant in the room of “countless C3 fans lecturing incompetently about this being a revolutionary anticolonialist narrative and how we’re just status quo loving conservatives and then crying when we point out that they are being shitty in real life.” If you are one of those people reading this and finding yourself getting huffy, do take a look at the people mentioned throughout this and ask yourself: are you okay with them? Because if so, then your issue isn’t “it’s mean to call people stupid and attack them on a moral basis”; your issue is “it’s mean to call me stupid”, and you are part of the problem, and, moreover, I am in your walls.

Theshepardshuffle deactivated but I do want to point them out here just to note that I have in fact suffered more than Job and been more steadfast than any US Marine at the hands of imo/dna shippers for the sin of saying “this ship isn’t very good.” I’d also want to point out that they are why I started checking on people I’ve blocked. See, this is a side blog, so if you block me I cannot interact with you, but I can still see you, and our buddy shep joined tumblr, blocked me, and then posted discourse about me constantly not realizing I could literally see it (and to be clear. I know people I have blocked can see this. I hope they do.)

Anyway, the main event: let’s talk about noted racist idiot hecate astralley/wright (main blog bone/heat), to my knowledge a white American cultural Christian, seen here (archive link if they delete it) mocking someone who found Bells Hells’ behavior justifyingly reminiscent of a conquering colonialist army as their family experienced, and horrifying for it (note: this mention is made with everypigeondeserveslove’s knowledge and permission; they are well aware of this bullshit). Hecate decided it was a good time to be a truly unfeeling piece of shit about this in the service of checks notes convincing people that Bells Hells was an anticolonialist narrative. They did, to be fair, just start reading Wretched of the Earth, so they do know who they’re talking over. I mean about. They also accused me of, when I pointed out this article’s discussion of history and whether it was written by the victors, Godwin’s law, which is not really what that means (saying ‘this phrase has its origins in a lot of hateful groups who used it to evade their responsibility in historical events, and also even if history is written by the victors, that doesn’t mean every alternate viewpoint is automatically wrong’ is simply factual), then turned around and claimed, in a truly stunningly insolent case of putting words in someone’s mouths, that criticism of Imogen and Laudna on the basis of their unkind actions was akin to calling them degenerates (archive)to the point that people were confused. This is an ongoing pattern with that circle; you’ll see it with cringefae/compilation too of just. Making shit up. 

What you need to know about them is in the end they’re mostly just a hypocrite and a loser. They’re really into 9/11 jokes, which to be clear I’m not personally squeamish about, but I also don’t go around screaming about how cruel the fandom is to Aeor, a city that is entirely pretend, while joking about real-life civilian deaths. Absolutely terminal case of caring more about pretend people than real ones. As for the idiot part, interesting to claim at one point that Orym would be saved by the Wild Mother and should, and this is a direct quote from someone who, again, is only now reading the first book listed the “Notable Theoreticians And Theories” list on the Postcolonialism wikipedia page, that he should “read theory” and then claim to have Gotten It From Hearthdell after spending much of the intervening time, as discussed, arguing for the deaths of the gods. In fact, I recommend looking back through their blog in depth for a combination of tiktok-brained politics, an utter lack of empathy, and Consistently Getting It Wrong And Lying And Pretending They Didn’t. 

Second person is cringefae/compilation. When they’re not throwing tantrums interspersed with gifs of the pink My Little Pony, or throwing different tantrums about Kipperlily Copperkettle, or throwing different tantrums about Essek and Verin Thelyss existing within the narrative, you can find them throwing tantrums about how everyone but them is a bigot, often in the main tag. This has been commented on by the general fandom, and it is notable that even others in their circle often won’t touch their vent posts (also many of said posts directly attack others in their circle, which is funny to me). Now I’ll just keep it very basic: I think what’s going on is that cringefae does not think they are a very good person, deep down, but is trying to project an image of being a very good person, and so they have decided that people in the fandom, of which I was public enemy number one before they seemingly discovered the native text block function, are the Real Bad People, and don’t seem to have the ability to process. Now the thing about cringefae is that if you dislike a character OR like but would enjoy them experiencing some fictional horrors and that character is not Essek Thelyss; the Briarwoods; a character I personally like such as Fjord when they are on the warpath (they actually seem to personally really like Fjord and I think high key hate that I like him because they have basically no consistent identity other than contrarianism; they do not seem to like anything, really, other than possibly the pink My Little Pony); or a white cis straight man that they do not headcanon as not that, then they will call you a bigot. Now: you may notice, with a quick perusal of their blog, that they believe Ludinus Da’leth to be a racist who started a race war, which would imply Essek Thelyss is nonwhite, but they have definitely argued against this as well, and recently argued both in favor of Ludinus having a redemption arc and also that they don’t believe in zero-effort redemption arcs, because again, there is zero logical coherence other than attacking people they don’t like for whatever reason. I don’t even have links; just scroll down their blog for a few minutes and you’ll get the vibe (bad). They too have a tendency to make up a guy and get mad at that guy (and have to clarify they're just making shit up in the notes); possibly to assume the worst of the fandom in order to feel better about themself. And whereas I think astralley/wright might know deep down they're attacking real people to defend pretend people and hoping no one will notice and call them on it, cringefae seems to be genuinely too stupid to understand the concept of "it can be interesting for a story to be tragic." They also tend to frequently insult the positions of people in their circle and conflate everything they don't like into one person; again, horse-immorality (deactivated) was one of the loudest "bor'dor is a dog" people and cringefae liked them and now is like IT'S SUPER RACIST TO SAY BOR'DOR WAS A DOG because again, it's not about any position, it's just about finding some arbitrary scapegoat and attacking them so that you can feel righteous, and in doing so, they become a cesspit of a person.

I think the kindest thing you could say about cringefae is that in their incoherence it all kind of cancels out, and absolutely no one really seems to take them seriously. They seem entirely unaware of the concept of crying wolf and how maybe if you say that a woman who checks notes happens to openly prefer the canon art of Jester, Yasha, and Imogen to fan redesigns, canon art that was checks notes designed by women and checks notes drawn by women is a “soft MRA” you might be wildly irresponsible in your accusations to the point of eroding an ability in the fandom to actually point out misogynistic views (also, hanging out with astrall/eywright does kind of fuck your image as caring about the oppressed). It’s accusations as a tool against the people they’ve decided are The Bad Ones. And really that’s the thing. I know we’re all online here, this is explicitly my fandom sideblog and I try to keep it light on politics not because they’re not vitally important but because I do see Tumblr largely as an escape and not as a news source, but I would bet good money this is someone who doesn’t like, do anything other than post. Anyway, just kind of a stream of nonstop constantly shifting incoherent bile worth a block. One of those cases where you're like "have people...just put up with this person in their fandom spaces forever? why? don't fandoms deserve to not have a missing stair like this?"

[kiwii-11]

it’s a secret!

in which . . . honey and their least favourite roommate don’t have a lot in common that they can talk about, other than the topic of romance, surprisingly.

or . . . kayla questions honey’s love life just in time for guy to come home from work.

cw . . . gn reader, they/them pronouns, second person pov, during the time when the two are roommates with kayla, after the confession, secret dating, honey! reader, set in university, honey is a great cook bc i said so, honey also teases guy as much as he teases them

even though you would rather be caught dead than hanging out with your third roommate, kayla happened to still be in the kitchen when you left your room to make your dinner.

when you put the ad up looking for some new roommates, you weren’t really expecting a miracle. but you were a bit annoyed the first time you opened the fridge to find your lunch taken with a note replacing it saying ‘sorry have morning class’. and then again when your laundry was all pink because she tossed in her red bra with your whites. you weren’t expecting this kind of roommate, and you were lucky when guy saw your ad around campus and hit you up after your shared elective class. he, at least, didn’t miss rent due to his job at the pizza place, and never asked you to cover.

it was better than paying for the whole thing alone, you would tell yourself.

and then you see that you have no more passata sauce and that kayla is eating tomato soup. typical.

“hey,” she calls as she stares at her phone, “you eating now too?”

“looks like it,” you respond as you try to figure out what to cook now, “what are you still doing up? you have classes in the morning.”

“yeah, well, i’m gonna skip,” she claims with shrugged shoulders, “this guy from my econ class asked me out so i’m going out. i won’t be back til late at night, he wants to take me around the city all day.”

you glance at the calendar on the fridge. it says in kayla’s chosen colour ‘DATA ANALYSIS 9:30AM - 12PM’ and right after that, in the same colour, ‘WORK 1:30PM - 7PM’. instead of asking, you just grab the base ingredients you like the look of. “enjoy yourself.”

“i will,” she hums with a smirk, “and what about you? you don’t tend to bring a lotta’ people back to the apartment.”

“all my friends have their own places,” you explain as you take out the chopping board, “we hang out in the study hall or just around campus.”

“huh, to be honest, i thought it was because you were a weird loner,” kayla says as she stirs her soup and you try not make a comment, “well, what about any new people?”

“‘new people’?” you repeat in question as you take our the pan from the cupboard.

“yeah, like…” she begins to think to herself before she leans over the counter, “any cute girls from your classes? or what about that handsome barista from the campus cafe?”

you furrow your brows at her as you gather the rest of your utensils.

“remember when we were there at the same time last month?” she begins to say, “i’m pretty sure he’s into you.”

“i barely know the guy, i’ve talked to him like twice,” you roll your eyes as she purses her lips, “even if i was interested in him, no way would i bring him to our apartment.”

you meant it as to have some decorum. it was a little remark towards her, as if to tell kayla that yes, you had been home on the weekend when her and her boyfriend at the time were getting ‘busy’. but she doesn’t catch your drift.

“yeah, that makes sense,” she speaks as she finishes up her dinner, “there’s always something going on around here.”

you begin to prepare your ingredients as you heat up the pan. kayla sat on the bench across from you, so at least she wasn’t completely in the way.

“that reminds me, your friend still hasn’t contacted me about the latch on our bathroom window,” you say as you raise a brow at her, “if the landord sees that before i can fix it—”

the door opens up and cuts you off short, revealing a dishevelled guy. his shirt was all crinkled, his shoelaces untied and his eyes were droopy. you raise a brow at him as he locks the door behind him and drags himself over.

“hello…” he grumbles out.

“hey, guy.” kayla chuckles as she sees him slump on top of the counter.

“you look like shit,” you point out as garlic goes into the pan, “what happened at work?”

“thank you so much, honey,” he sighs out as he stretches across the bench to tap your hand, “it was like every single family in dahlia decided to order pizza tonight. but it’s okay, i made good tips!”

he waves a wad of cash in the air lazily. you shake your head and continue to cook.

“speaking of ‘tips’—”

“shut it.” you cut kayla off.

“c’mon, you don’t think he’s hot?” she pries as she moves around to put her dishes in the sink, “i would totally go after him.”

“you guys talk about me like i’m not here,” guy suddenly quips, as if he’s been revived from the dead, suddenly so interested in the conversation, “so… who’re we actually referring to, hm?”

you send him a little glare as you grab the wooden spoon. guy gives you his best innocent smile and you roll your eyes.

kayla pipes up, none the wiser, “i’m telling them to go and ask out the hot barista from the campus cafe.”

“oh, the one with the piercings?” guy raises his brows.

“that one, yeah.” kayla smiles.

“ooh, he’s totally your type!” he cheers as you turn back to him and chop some more ingredients up, “why don’t you wanna’ ask him out, honey?”

it had been two weeks since guy had crashed into your room and the two of you confessed to each other. you decided to keep it a secret from kayla, just so it didn’t get awkward until you two could move out together alone.

guy wasn’t too fussed about it, he practically enjoyed sneaking around. he would sneak little letters into your bag before you would leave for work or for classes, and when you’d text him, he’d pretend he had no idea.

this little conversation was only another one of guy’s teasing moments. the glint in his eyes makes you sigh in annoyance.

“he’s not even…” you drawl on, “i don’t know, i’m not really into him.”

“well, is there anyone you are into?” kayla tilts her head.

you could practically hear guy’s little thoughts giggling. he’s probably eating all of this up, you just know it.

guy walks over to the fridge beside you and takes a soda can from the shelf. he hums happily as he opens it and begins to drink.

“i’m into my project partner from software engineering.”

your roommate beside you spits his soda all over the fridge and himself.

“really? oh, he’s really cute too!” kayla gasps as she takes her phone out of her pocket, completely disregarding her dirty dishes in the sink, “i’m mutuals with him, guy, you gotta’ see this man!”

“‘man’?” guy repeats with an offended expression. kayla shoves her phone in his face with your project partner’s instagram on screen. “is this him? he’s… not that good-looking.”

“are you blind?” kayla scoffs as she steps away from the delivery man, “he’s so hot, you’re so lucky he’s your partner, i heard he’s super smart! i bet he’d be such a good boyfriend!”

“you think so?” you hum with a smile as you stir the food, “i’m meeting up with him tomorrow afternoon for the project, maybe i should ask him out.”

“yes!”

“don’t!”

you both look at guy, who has stopped wiping the soda off the fridge. his face is flushed and he looks perplexed.

“i—i mean don’t leave me out of this! i’ve got tons of ideas!” he anxiously chuckles out as he nudges your arm gently with his knuckle, “so, uh, when… do you think you’ll pop the big question?”

“i’m not asking him to marry me, idiot.” you snidely remark.

“might as well.” kayla chortles.

you could hear guy’s thoughts just by glancing to him. he’s crushed the can in his hand by accident and his eyes keep switching between you and your third roommate.

“maybe i’ll ask him out to dinner,” you hum as you shrug, “or i could take him back here and cook for him.”

“ooh, that’ll be the only guy you’ve ever taken home! i was startin’ to think that maybe nobody likes you!” kayla bumps her hip with yours, making you accidentally spill some of your cooking onto the bench next to the stove, “guy, you’d be good friends with him!”

“i highly doubt that,” he grumbles as he puts the can in his hand on the bench, “he’s probably not that cool…”

before she can reply, kayla gets a text on her phone in her pocket. as she’s distracted answering it, guy pinches your side. you elbow him in the stomach. he hunches over with a fist against the bench.

“shit, i forgot i have to stop by my friend’s dorm,” kayla claims, which you know is code for her going out all night and not coming home til the next day, “see you guys later!”

she doesn’t wait for you two to answer as she leaves, shutting the door so harsh that the walls shake. her dishes are still in the sink. you roll your eyes with a sigh and turn back to your cooking.

a second later, you feel hands on your hips.

“guy.” you warn.

“what’s wrong, honey?” he asks with his chin on your shoulder, “is somethin’ on your gorgeous little mind?”

you feel him cuddle closer to your standing position. “yeah.”

“and what is that?”

“how i’m gonna ask out my project partner.”

guy lets out a scoff as he leans back with furrowed brows. “you can’t be serious. honey, you’ve already got all my attention, why do you try irrevocably so to garner it in such a way? i—i’m hurt! wounded! you wound me!”

“well, it’ll get kayla off my back,” you explain as you grab a bowl for your food, “she won’t suspect us if i go out on one date with him.”

he pouts as he pulls away, leaning against the counter across from you. he crosses his arms with a tilt of his head. “you won’t ask him out, right? we could always just… tell kayla.”

“hell no,” you scoff, “she’d find some way to get herself outta’ paying rent. i’m not risking that. and she’d go off and tell everyone every little detail about ourselves.”

he shrugs his shoulders and watches you move your food into the bowl. “you’re right, i guess. perhaps you’ll just have to play single til we move out together.” guy offers, as if it was the only solution, “your project partner, left all alone with no honey to help him. cast aside as if he was nothing more than—than a piece of dirt on your clothes! twas a shame, really.”

“shut up,” you say as you sit down to eat, “go ‘n shower.”

“can i have some?” he asks, trying to nudge himself onto the seat with you.

“did you hear me?” you grumble as he takes your fork, “i could’ve made you some if you asked.”

“ugh, it’s so good,” he mumbles out instead of acknowledging your comment, “honey, if you ever need a husband, i am right here. i’d take such good care of you. i’m also so sexy that you could just stare at me all day and not have to worry about me.”

“could do all that and more with my pro—”

“oh, be quiet,” he chuckles as he lifts himself off your stool, “i’ll go shower, and then we can watch a movie. we don’t have any classes tomorrow.”

you hum in agreement as you watch him round your spot. guy gives you a cheeky grin before leaning into you and kissing your lips.

“don’t miss me too much.” he chimes.

“i—”

the door swings open and kayla comes barrelling through again, saying something about forgetting her car keys. guy is quick to jump away from you, hitting his hip in the process. you watch as kayla rummages around the drawers before she finds them and then leaves again. you blink and turn to guy, who is rubbing his side with a vibrant embarrassed blush covering his face.

“go shower, guy.”

“okay, honey.”

[ilikekidsshows]

Saw some people talking about "maybe Adrien isn't a senti after all" because the ring doesn't produce the feather when broke, while the other part of the fandom trying to make a theory about why the amok not came out. Started from fake rings, the rings not broken at the same time (like in Crocoduel) and some other things.

and it reminded me back when the senti theory was still a hot debate in the fandom. Back then I asked a friend's who's a senti defender, "if you've never heard of senti theory, do you think you would think Adrien is a sentimonster from those hints?" because she keep yapping about this 'genius hidden hints' through the season and she admitted that no, she wouldn't even entertain the idea that Adrien is a sentimonster. Félix, maybe, but never Adrien.

This just make me realize how vague those hints were, Revelation is the only one that revealing that Adrien is a sentimonster. Even then it come from Félix' mouth, the character who's in almost every episode he's in been deceiving people left and right. How credible this information is? How does he know about all of this? Why tell Kagami and Marinette?

So fandom talking "Whats the meaning of this?" About that scene intrigue me because it is weird the amok doesn't came out after the item being broken since it's never happened before. What do you think about that scene? Is it possible that Adrien as senti is just a red herring?

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I’d actually started considering that the crew knew SentiAdrien was a bad idea before they even went with it, which is why all the hints were so vague only a supporter of the theory would spot them, why they never said it word-for-word and why it was such a nothingburger as a “plot”. I figured they left it vague so that they could ignore it after they were done, or even deny/retcon/walk it back if they got too much backlash or just felt like it. So, like, there’s a few more convincing ideas going on that I've seen.

Adrien was never a Sentimonster; Félix was lying to make Marinette more sympathetic towards Sentimonsters because he figured she’d be easy to manipulate through Adrien. This also makes it so that Marinette (unbeknownst to herself) only lied half as much to Adrien as she thought, which is probably supposed to make her look better.

The world reboot made Adrien a real human boy, retroactively making Gabriel rebooting the world a good thing, justifying to the audience why the villain was allowed to win.

Adrien is still a Sentimonster but someone swapped out the Amok rings either during the episode or before it. People are claiming it’s Marinette to shield her from the criticism of her being so reckless with Adrien’s life, but also Félix, the writers’ favorite little plot device, and Lila have been suggested.

I’m gonna say it right now: if Lilerise McButterfly has Adrien’s Amoks, it’s Marinette’s fault, because she obviously knew about the Amoks because of that book of secrets Marinette let her keep in the London special. That’s what you get when your protagonist is only interested in protecting her own secrets, which will have made her reckless with Adrien’s safety twice over (and which is why I hope, hope, hope this isn't the case).

To be perfectly honest, the revelation that the writers are actually planning to milk this “mystery” some more makes me doubt their originality even further that I already did and I’ve been theorizing Astruc is a plagiarist for months.

[dissociative-musings]

Laios Touden x reader | the night before parting

Summary/writers note — hii, I’ve never written one of these, but I wanted to attempt to turn one of my little daydreams about domestic moments with laios into a reader insert. This one in particular being about the night before he has to go off on one of his dungeon dives, leaving you to wait for his return.

Content warning — none! Sfw. Very fluffy.

You shift your weight under the thick blanket, nuzzling your nose into Laios’ shoulder. The warmth of his skin radiates comfortingly over your own, as you take in a breath of his familiar sent.

He hums softly, stealing his warmth away from you for just a moment as he turns himself to face you under the blankets. A content and almost dopey expression of fondness on his face, which you’re sure is reflected on your own as you watch him settle beside you.

You stare wordlessly at each other for a moment, stewing in a comfortable silence and the warmth of each other’s presence. It’s a grounding and almost overwhelming feeling. Of safety. Understanding. Care. And love. An unfathomable amount of it.

Your face falls only slightly, as you resist that familiar feeling of sudden tears threatening to burst from your eyes. “Im gonna miss you” you whisper, exhaling a deep and shaky breath that you’d subconsciously been holding.

You scan Laios’ face, trying to etch every detail into your psyche. His blonde eyebrows scrunch together, an empathetic downturned smile gracing his lips. His warm legs brush against yours as you feel his hand rest on the crook of your waist, his thumb rubbing grounding circles into the skin.

He whispers as he leans in closer “I’m gonna miss you too… but just think of all the trinkets ill bring you…” he places the gentlest kiss on your lips before pulling back with a smile “I’m gonna find you something real good this time, I promise”.

You huff out a short laugh from your nose, smiling sadly as you nuzzle your face under the crook of his neck. “I’ll be honest Lai, all I want is you to stay” you say, voice muffled by the fabric of his shirt.

“I know” he sighs, resting his chin snugly atop your head.

You stay silent for a minute, contemplating your options. You shift slightly before gently muttering “You know, I’m getting better at retaining mana.. I think i’ll be able to come with you guys soon… You could always use another healer I’m sure.”

Laios is quiet. His chest softly rises and falls against your cheek as you close your eyes, awaiting his reply. Uncertain if one will even come.

The topic of you entering the dungeon has always been a bit of a sore spot for Laios. And to be fair, not many of your skills are suited for such a dangerous environment. You had asked Falin to teach you basic healing spells, but you weren’t particularly gifted in that realm either. Although your tolerance for mana sickness was getting better…

While milling over all your insecurities in your head, Laios’ voice interrupts their flow. “You know, I would love for you to come with us… sharing the dungeon with you would be a dream…. But i… selfishly i guess. I don’t think i would be able to handle it if you died down there” he admits, a noticeable shift in the tone of his voice. A hint of fear, at the thought alone.

You lean back to look him in the eyes, and notice his expression of frustration and sadness. He doesn’t meet your gaze as he says “I know you could be revived, if it does happen. But the thought that I could even let it happen… or that you would have to feel the pain… it keeps me up at night sometimes” he lets out a short and pitiful laugh, before his expression falls back to a somber one, his downturned eyes rising to finally meet yours.

“Hey” you say as you slide your hand over his, lacing your fingers together and gently squeezing. “I get it… I really do. I imagine the shit you have to face down there sometimes and the thought of you having to experience pain, let alone DYING? It messes me up too… so I can’t really argue…. But… I don’t know. I think we just have to accept that we’re both terrified, and then do it anyways.. even if it’s only once.”

You smile at him, hoping to brighten the mood back up “I wanna understand why you love it so much. And I want to experience it WITH you… and to see all the monstersss.”

He chuckles at that, and the warmth that his laugh blooms in your chest is a sensation that you’ll never tire of.

“Plus” you grin childishly at him “we’ve been practicing that damn siren song for so long, I refuse to rest until I get to see it in action.” He immediately perks up at this, a big grin plastered across his face “ oh, I don’t know if they’re ready for the power of our rendition.” You both giggle like kids at the thought, snuggling in closer. Savoring every moment you get with each other before Laios departs in the morning.

[mechncheese]

So is it correct to assume ambulon and pharma had similar endings to idw ? Also are you considering adding any sort of background characters to the au?

Kinda ! Science AU Ambulon and Pharma died earlier on in the war but how they did can be up to interpretation since it’s not integral to the main Science AU stuff.

Also yes ! I have background/side characters to the AU, they mostly act as a B or C plot back on Cybertron. The AU isn’t as expansive as IDW lorewise, I’m trying to work small with characters and making it easier for myself to keep track of everything going on ! Maybe this will change in the future but for now we’re working with a bit of a limited cast but there will be other characters ! I'll post a side character after this ask !

Thank u ! And Quark isn’t around for this AU but I’d feel bad if I had to kill him so I’m just gonna say I cut him out of this AU.

In terms of who's here and who isn't, I'm being so honest I do not know, there's so many characters </3 I have a handful of characters in mind for guys on Cybertron but if your pookie doesn't make an appearance, I am so sorry !

[serperioranimations]

I felt sad. Have homeless future Edd.

I originally posted this on instagram with a long lengthy depressing description.

If you would like, you can read it below. But I won’t make you. I might delete it later.

I’m gonna be really honest. I haven’t been doing that great.

It’s for a lot of reasons.

I feel inadequate because my peers around me on instagram (and tumblr) are constantly creating, and I can’t even finish anything nowadays. Believe me, I want to. But I can’t. I don’t know why. I keep getting consumed by other activities and wasting my time when I could be looking for jobs and creating. Perhaps that’s the depression settling in. I start projects but I can’t finish them. I have too many ideas and I end up doing nothing.

I’m graduating this year. From college. After that I’ll have to find a job, and eventually my own place. I’m an animation major and want to go into… well, animation. And most animation opportunities are both scarce, and on the other side of the country. I’m not sure how I’m gonna find housing.

Luckily, my parents are here to support me. I have a support system and I am eternally grateful for that.

But I also am consumed by the guilt. The guilt that I have this support system and… so many of my online and real life friends don’t. They don’t get the financial stability that I do.

The political stuff… it’s so bad. My mother, who used to constantly watch the news, can hardly turn on the TV anymore because there is no good news. She says “we just have to wait it out, ride out the storm.” But what happens when some people don’t have a boat to ride it out on? What happens when boats capsize?

I do want to hopefully have children one day. I want to be a parent one day. I want to be able to look back on my past and laugh knowing that my current hardships are behind me. But sometimes it feels like there’s not going to be a future.

I apologize for the sudden vent post. I’m just kind of going through it.

Hopefully this will make someone feel… not as alone.

I think I might take a break on instagram. Maybe on tumblr as well. I can’t guarantee I’ll stay away. But I want to try.

[prcttylittlebirds]

“venus… i’m just trying to say what i’m feeling today, in this moment, right now.” he doesn’t want her to think he thinks that nothing from his past relationship has blender into the current one he’s trying to build. “i know that some of my reactions are over the top. that doesn’t strictly come from the olivia issues. i genuinely like you and i’m trying my best to show that.” he sits up and rests his back on the bed, crossing one leg over the other. “then why did you suggest we ignore it then? i mean it’s very clear that what happened changed things. i knew what i said freaked you out… you didn’t even have to say it did. i was being honest. i wasn’t delirious.” he doesn’t like how the conversation going and now he’s regretting saying he loves her so soon— just when he thought he was getting past the stage of self-humilation— it’s back. “friends don’t argue or disagree about whether or not they’re just friends or put into question what it is they mean to each other…” rafael explains his point of view, catching venus wiping her face. maybe the conversation is too much for her? he quietly assesses their current situation as venus rises from the bed with the damp cloth. he’s not sure where she’s going with it until he sees her putting it away. “the only reason nothing has been established is because i was married and then marriage-related issues made everything more complicated, venus. i’m not just not asking you. i’m not gonna ask you to be together when it’s tense and weird like this.” rafael still plans to ask her out soon, but he knows there’s going to be some sort of delay because of this conversation. he could take those few days and plan it out more. hopefully things are better between them in the next two days. he doesn’t say anything more until she’s in the bedroom again, expecting her to come back and sit beside him, but she sits on the vacant bed instead. he looks over at her, squinting his eyes, puzzled as to why she moved away from him. “hey…why did you move over there?” there’s a hint of sadness in his voice. “if i’m upsetting you, i’m sorry.”

rafael can agree that he’s had a rough year, regarding his divorce, but he can’t deny that his feelings for venus are real and deep. “feelings surrounding certain things can lessen venus. it just depends on if you want to move forward or not and i had already started moving in that direction before we met. i don’t think of my ex wife in a romantic way. yes, i did certain things when the divorce was happening that wasn’t the smartest or warranted and chris annoys me sometimes, but i’m not focused on that right now. i just want to move forward. i want to grow and be better, not dwell on things that happened already. i have feelings for you. strong ones." rafael realizes that what she defines as just friends isn’t how he sees it. “just friends, who’ve had sex with each other, then. i don’t get it.” he adds that last part. rolling over on has back, rafael rubs his eyes, dragging his hand down his face. the uncertainty in the air is back with a vengeance. even though venus told him that they should carry on as normal until after the trip is over, she seems to be indecisive. “okay, what’s confusing you? i thought you didn’t want things to be weird between us.” he turns his head to look at her, his facial expressions are still soft. “i- we’re friends, but there’s more there. we can’t just cut off the intimate things and be normal friends, at least i can’t. so I don’t agree that we’re just friends and we’ve always been just friends. maybe we have been to you. i don’t know.”

[witchygagirlwrites]

Broken Bonds-Part 34

Greg "Mouse" Gerwitz x Reader, Jay Halstead x coparenting Reader, Jay Halstead x Hailey Upton

With a date picked and help from your teams everything for your wedding starts to fall in line

Fluff 🤷‍♀️

The date you and Mouse picked was April sixteenth. It was still early enough that the weather wouldn’t be too hot but still late enough that no one would be bundled up. It had taken a few nights, laughing over a calendar to figure out just when you wanted your wedding anniversary to be. Addy was already telling everyone at daycare that she was gonna throw flowers at Mommy and Mou’s wedding.

The venue was proving to be a bit of a harder find than picking a date however. Everywhere you liked didn’t have the date available or it had the date available and you didn’t like it or it just didn’t have the room to host a wedding. 

“This place only holds weddings if the bride can prove she’s a virgin going in by having a letter from her priest” you read off the site and Mouse looked horrified “Is there a way we can shut them down? Surely there’s something illegal going on there. Call sergeant Benson. Hell I’ll call around too” you laughed at his tone “Baby I don’t think we can” he shook his head “Even if it’s not illegal they’re still assholes” you shrugged “Hell we don’t even have a priest, We got Kev”

Kevin had surprised you a few weeks before by catching you one morning and asking if he could talk to you. You’d been stressing about finding someone to perform the ceremony because neither you or Mouse was really religious but you didn’t want just some random person that you barely knew either. “Lil mama, I got an idea” the moment Kevin said that you pushed back from your desk and cut your eyes up at him “That could be really good or really bad. What ya got Kev?” he grinned and walked around to sit on the edge of your desk and held out a piece of paper to you. You raised an eyebrow but took it. When you read it you realized it was a certification stating that Kevin was now ordained in the state of Chicago. You felt tears spring to your eyes “Kev, this costed..” “Doesn’t matter. You’re my best friend. You and Mouse have gone through hell to get to this point. Let me do the ceremony” you jumped up and wrapped both arms around him “I couldn’t possibly think of a better choice”

“Good point” Mouse laughed, moving to slip behind you on the bed so he could pull you back against his chest, pulling the laptop out of your hand. “We’re both off tomorrow baby. We’ll get back on it then but for tonight you need to relax” you cut your eyes back at him “And I’m in your arms to relax?” he grinned “Of course” he leaned over to put your laptop on the table next to the bed so you turned to curl up against his chest. “I love you Greg, it’s just…we’ve been looking at this for so long”

He looked down at you “Baby, we’ve only been engaged for six months” you cut your eyes up at him “Not what I meant” a smile slipped onto his face “Oh” “Yeah, oh. I’ve thought about marrying you since I realized I was in love with you. Now I just want everything in place. I fucking refuse to be a bridezilla because to be honest we could do a courthouse deal and I’d be happy” 

He shook his head “After everything we’ve been through love? We deserve a full wedding” you smiled “I know, I’m just saying. As long as I get to marry you, I’m happy” he smiled and leaned down to catch your lips in a gentle kiss “We’ll find a place baby. You’ve got to go dress shopping”  you grinned “I know. Addy won’t let me forget that” he laughed “Little miss is excited to find her dress” god knows she was. She kept asking you when you were going dress shopping. You had a day planned that you, Kim, Hailey and Stella all had off. 

“Well if we’re gonna get back on it tomorrow, can you just hold me please?” you asked and he smiled “I’d love nothing more” and turned so he could lay down with you wrapped up against his chest. He pressed a kiss to the side of your neck “Get some sleep sweetheart. We’ll figure it out tomorrow”

“Mommy, look!” The Christmas decorations were going up around town and Addy was in love with all the lights. You smiled “I see baby! They’re really pretty, aren’t they” she grinned and reached for Mouse “Mou! Look” he grinned at you as he took her from your arms “Want to go get a closer look?” she nodded so you watched the two of them as he walked her closer to the bundle of trees in the center of the shopping complex that she’d been eyeing.

They were decorated with kids in mind. The bright colors and cartoon characters adorning them were adorable. You took out your phone and snapped a couple photos while neither of them were paying attention to you. The amount of photos you had of just different people in your life with Addy was astronomical. Everyone loved her so much. 

Mouse’s phone started ringing so he shifted Addy to his other side to answer it and glanced over at you before a smile slipped onto his face. You were curious as to what that phone call was about until he hung up and walked over talking to Addy “Wanna go meet Kat-kat?” she nodded. That was what she’d donned Gwen’s wife when she first met her and Katie adored the nickname. 

“And why are we meeting Kat kat?” you asked and he grinned “She may have found a place that had April sixteenth open and she may be nearly positive that you’ll love it” you shrugged “In that case, lead the way Mou” Addy’s head swung around towards you with the most serious look on her little face “You don’t call him Mou” you laughed “I’m sorry baby. What should I call him?” She grinned “Greg or love” 

Mouse tried and failed to bite back the grin that was stretching across his face. You pressed a kiss to Addy’s forehead “I am so sorry babygirl. Come on Greg, love. Let’s go meet Kat kat” she nodded with a smile and he winked at you over her head.

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You followed Katie through the venue and were honestly in awe “This has got to be out of our price range” you whispered and she turned to face you with a smile “Well my father owns it so I would say it’s not considering it’s all yours for the sixteenth if you want it. Consider it mine and Gwen’s wedding present” 

It was perfect. There was a large window in the room that would hold the ceremony that had a view of the water, rooms for the bridal parties to get ready and two more large rooms to hold the reception in so one room could be reserved for food and the other for a dancing area. “Katie, are you sure?” she nodded “I’m sure” 

Addy wiggled out of your arms and spun around in the middle of the floor and Mouse laughed “Baby, I think that’s a yes” you looked at Addy “What ya think? Should mommy and Mou get married here?” she nodded so you looked back at Katie “Ok, we’ll take it. Thank you so much”

Mouse slipped his arms around your waist and pressed a kiss to your cheek “Well sweetheart that makes the date, the officiant and the venue. Looks like it’s up to you now to find your dress” Addy came running up to you and damn near crawled up you at the mention of a dress “Yeah mommy” you shook your head “Of course you’re agreeing with Mou”

Katie laughed lightly “You three are adorable” you cut your eyes up at her “Should see when me and Hailey are having to duck snowballs from her, him and Jay” she shook her head “I can only imagine” Mouse shrugged “In our defense her and Hailey have a long standing record of starting it”

You heard Hailey call your name so you cut your eyes up from your computer “Yeah babe?” she tapped her desk “We’re going dress shopping saturday, right?” you nodded “That’s the plan since me, you and Kim are off along with Stella. Let’s just hope the bad guys let us have it” she grinned “They better. We have got to find you a dress and Addy a flower girl dress”

You groaned “Believe me I know. I can’t find a style I like. They’ll all either too short and showy or look like I’m going to a freaking ball hoping the prince will notice me” She grinned “Don’t worry, we’ll find you the perfect dress” you nodded “I hope”

Hank stepped to the door of his office and hit the wall to get everyone’s attention “Warrant came down. Gear up, we roll out in five” you cut your eyes at Hailey and grinned “Well that is something I can handle” she shook her head.

You fell in line with everyone else as you all headed down to roll up to get into your gear. This warrant had been close to a week in the making. This guy was rolling in drugs across both borders, why the hell it had taken this long to nail his ass was because he kept paying low hanging fruits to take each and every charge for him. 

When you slipped your vest over your head Kevin adjusted the straps then turned for you to adjust his. You nodded to him “All set and don’t forget you have a tux fitting in a month” he nodded “I know lil mama. I got the reminder set in my phone” you grinned “Gotta have the officiant looking good in the photos” and winked at him before taking your long gun from Jay who shook his head “Wedding planning while getting ready to go on a raid and you’re a mom. Multitasking pro aren’t ya there babe?” you laughed “I try honey, I try”

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You ducked down next to Kevin as you both waited for Hank’s go ahead. He cut his eyes at you and you nodded as Hank’s voice came across the coms “Take it” 

The house ended up having half a million in cash and probably double that in drugs. A total of six other arrests were made on top of the head guy the unit was after. All in all it was a success considering no one ended up in Med, not even any of the offenders. 

You stood next to Kim watching as the offenders were loaded into patrol cars. She nudged your shoulder with hers “So, I heard you found a venue” you laughed at the insanity of your life considering you’d just gotten into a fistfight with a six foot two drug dealer and won now you were talking about wedding stuff like you were standing in line at a coffee shop. 

“It found us. Katie’s dad owns it. She gave us a tour and offered it as her and Gwen’s wedding present” she smiled “That’s awesome. Well that means a date, an officiant and a venue. As soon as we get you a dress all you have to do is wait for the day” you nodded “And hope nothing goes wrong” she cut her eyes at you “What do you mean?” you sighed “Just, I’m happy, don’t get me wrong. You know how much I love that man. It's just like I’m waiting on the other foot to drop” she raised an eyebrow “Getting kidnapped and tortured wasn’t the other foot?” you shrugged and she shook her head “You and him have gone through plenty. You deserve a win”

Two wedding dress shops down and you’d yet to find a dress that you even halfway liked. None of them suited you. You didn’t want a ballgown because you wanted to be able to actually move in it but at the same time you wanted a dress that didn’t let your guests see everything that you would prefer leaving to just Mouse’s eyes.

“I feel like I’m dragging you all around town for nothing” you groaned, carrying Addy on your hip considering her stroller didn’t really fit too well in most of the dress shops. Between all four of you she just bounced around if she got too tired to walk. You’d asked Kim if she wanted to bring Makayla but apparently it was daddy/daughter day with her and Adam.

“It is not for nothing!” Stella scolded you with a grin before adding “We’re well I’d say your best friends but I’m your sister, Hailey is the wife and Kim is your favorite partner so there’s that” you laughed “I get the point Stel” she waved her hand “The point is if anyone is meant for each other it’s you and Mouse. We’re gonna find the dress that makes your eyes sparkle because as far as Mouse is concerned you could freaking wear that old CFD hoodie Kelly got you while you were pregnant with Addy and he’d be happy” 

You shook your head with a laugh because she wasn’t wrong. Every time you bought up concerns about not being able to find the right dress or not looking quite right Mouse would shake his head and say “You’re gonna look absolutely beautiful no matter what you’re wearing”

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You managed to find Addy the perfect dress within about twenty minutes of being in the store. It was a long gown that had a white lace bodice with long sleeves and the skirt was made out of a flowing blush colored tulle fabric. When she tried it on she looked like a literal little princess. You went a size up to make up for the fact that the wedding wasn’t until April but beyond that it was the perfect choice for her. You, Hailey and Stella all three snapped photos to send to Mouse, Jay and Kelly.

The replies came in tandem She looks beautiful baby, Look at Daddy’s girl, She looks like a little princess

Kim laughed “Those three are wrapped around her little finger” you nodded “Oh two have been since birth and the other one has been damn near since he met her” Hailey shrugged “Hell Addy has Voight wrapped. It’s just her power” Addy smiled at the mention of Hank “Show Papa” you laughed “Baby Papa doesn’t really text like Mou, daddy and uncle Kelly”

“Oh otay” she replied before Stella took her in the dressing room to help her change into her regular clothes again. 

You cut your eyes at Hailey and Kim “Ok ladies we can handle the streets of Chicago. We can find a damn dress. Spread out” they both mock saluted you “Yes ma’am” 

Your phone went off with a text so you opened it to see it was another one from Mouse but this one had a photo of a rather elegant looking wedding cake. It was five layers, decorated with roses that were in the colors you picked and delicate golden crescent moons. Baby that is gorgeous but the cake can’t just be for me! You texted him and really wasn’t surprised when he texted back Sweetheart, I know your eyes lit up when you saw it. I already ordered it you shook your head and texted You’re ridiculous, I love you so damn much and he texted back I love you too

You slipped your phone back into your pocket and continued down the middle rack, fingers trailing over the gown until you paused on one. Delicate lace covered the bodice, it’s floral patterns trailing up to a soft illusion neckline and three quarter sleeves. The fabric was light, damn near weightless as you lifted the skirt, layers of soft tulle flowing like a gentle breeze. A hint of blush peeked through the ivory giving it a warm glow.

“Hails, Kim” you called out and they both appeared over your shoulder “Try it on, please” Hailey spoke first and you cut your eyes back at her with a grin as you lifted the dress. Stella was back out of the dressing room with Addy and grinned when she saw you with a dress “Did she find one?” She asked Kim who nodded. “Try it on mommy!” Addy giggled.

You stepped into the dressing room and closed the door behind you before quickly stripping your clothes off before slipping into the gown. You turned in front of the mirror and felt your heart flip. The lace hugged your body just right, the skirt swayed beautifully and gave you the range of motion you craved. You looked beautiful, you looked like a bride.

You stepped out of the dressing room and Hailey, Stella and Kim all stopped in their tracks before smiles slipped onto their faces “That’s the one” Stella spoke softly and you nodded “This is the one” “You look so pretty” Addy laughed and you grinned “Thank you baby!” then cut your eyes up at Stella who was tearing up “My little honeybee is getting married!” she moved to pull you into her arms and the other two women laughed, joining the hug as Addy slid into the middle of it.

The saleslady came over with a broad smile “I’m guessing by the group hug, we’ve found the dress?” you looked over Stella’s shoulder and nodded “Yes ma’am” 

All that was left now was for April to roll around so you could finally marry the love of your life.

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Part 35

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[seraphdreams]

toji with a bubbly princess who talks his ear off but he doesn’t mind because she’s so small and soft and warm on his lap. and she smells good and her voice makes him calm. she doesn’t mind when he plays with the hem of her skirt. or when he wants to grip and squish her thighs. or when he wants to cup her breasts and hold them to bask in her warmth and softness. or when he bites her ear when she tries to tease him. or when he wraps his big, sturdy, muscular forearms around her waist to keep her there. maybe he likes the way she’s always pushing her lips out for him to kiss in between her stories………..but i’m just saying.

enough of you, and enough of you NOW! because, i seen a clip of toji’s voice actor and yuuji’s and they were talking about what toji’s/yuuji’s relationship would be like if they were friends (had he not bit the dust) — and they came to the conclusion that toji would be very annoyed by yuuji since he’s so bubbly but would miss him if he wasn’t around anymore.

now twisting that and making it our own… toji’s initial thought of his bubbly princess… thinking she’s talkative, annoying, and an overall brat. but he finds himself missing your unsolicited touch, the way you’d wrap an arm around his when you’d walk together (to which he begrudgingly shrugs you off), or when you talk his ear off about the thoughts, or lack thereof, floating in your mind :(

he especially misses how you coo so softly when he’s got his large arms wrapped around you from behind…. his lips against your ear so you can hear all the deep grunts n groans he lets out as he takes you from behind, just over your kitchen counter >:( you couldn’t even finish baking him cookies!! meanie!!

[cheriecoke]

i do not anticipate being on here much in november but just know i miss you all and i love you 🤍

[arithechair]

I did not expect to put this much effort into drawing Spencer

But here we are I guess

[cosien]

Goodbye little ones <3

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💙🌌💀🌌💙