#they’re all great though go check out some of these games if you haven’t

[coldfanbou]

More Than A Bath

I mixed things up a little with a soapland theme. I hope y'all enjoy

Length 2.7K

Nako x Mreader X Kazuha

You look up at the sign and take a deep breath. There were murmurs that she worked here, but you didn’t think it was true. You click your phone and check the time: 10 pm. The shop is supposed to be open now. You walk up to the door and step inside. The front room was decorated in such a way that it looked like a casino. To your left was a man behind the counter wiping it down. “Welcome! I haven’t seen your face before. Is it your first time here?” 

You nod your head, “It is.”

“Welcome to the Royal Flush. We offer great relaxation for men after a long day's work. We have a few options here, starting at thirty minutes and going up to two hours. That said, you can extend it up to another two hours.” The man motions to a blank board behind him before turning around. “My apologies; I forgot to turn this thing on. Just a moment.” He goes under his desk, flicking a button, causing the screen to light up with pictures of women on playing cards. You couldn’t see anyone who looked like her, though. He motions to the screen. “As you can see, we have many ladies available to help you. You can choose any one of them for your time here. Or if you’re feeling lucky, you can play the roulette.”

“What’s the roulette?” 

“I’m glad you asked, sir. The roulette is a wheel that gives you the chance to get two women for the price of one and even enables some that are usually reserved for special customers. The price to play is a little higher than choosing from the board, but if you hit the jackpot, you get two women for four hours. At worst, you’re paying a little more for our basic thirty-minute service, but at best, you’ll have the best night of your life. All you have to do is predict the space the ball will land in. What would you like, sir?”

You consider the chance the rumors were true, and she was just for special customers. “I choose the roulette.” After taking your money, the man smiles and asks you for a number. You choose the number she had ended up with on the show, six. The screen behind the man changes to a roulette wheel, and he begins the game. The ball on-screen moves around the roulette wheel, and while you don’t have high hopes for getting it right, you hope you’ll at least get something good.

As the ball begins to slow down,  you see it coming up on your number. Time slows down as the ball approaches the number six spot and swings past it one more time before coming around again. The ball loses momentum as it hits one of the ball deflectors, and miraculously, it plops into the six slot. The man smiles at you, “How rare.” He says, a slight amusement in his voice. “Congratulations, sir, you’ve hit the jackpot. You’ll be allowed to choose two women to help you relax and choose from our special menu. That being said, not everyone is in, so you’ll have limited choices.”  The screen behind the man changes again to show different women than before, and immediately, you spot her. Nako was working here. You continue to look at the boar, seeing other idols on it. Some of them greyed out to show they were unavailable. 

“How do you get them to come when they’re so busy with other activities?” 

“They need to relax too. All things considered, they come here pretty often. So who would you like?” You look back at the board, seeing other Japanese idols like Twice’s J-line and members of Le Sserafim. 

“I’d like Nako and Kazuha.” 

“Great choices. Here is your room number. They’ll be there in a moment. You may take the elevator to the top floor.” You give the man a nod and head to your room. Thoughts run through your mind. You never expected to find out that idols would work at some place like this. You hadn’t even considered what you would do now that you were faced with meeting Nako and Kazuha. 

When you get to your room, you tap the card the man gave you and step inside. It was a fully furnished apartment on the inside. You walk further in, seeing the view from your floor. You could see block after block of the city from your room. Wanting to look at the other rooms, you first come across the bathroom; poking your head inside, you see the usual inflatable you had seen in porn and notice the giant bath behind it. The floor was all tile, with a drain in the corner of the room. You check the other side of your room, seeing it was just a bedroom. Checking through the dressers, you notice sex toys and condoms, among other things. 

You hear a small beep from the front and head back to the living room to see Nako and Kazuha standing there. What’s immediately noticeable is their lack of clothing. Both are wearing just their bra and panties, only after you notice their hair being up. You gulp, nervous and unable to say a word. They give you a small smile and wave, obviously used to being seen in their state. Nako takes the lead, walking up to you and wrapping her around your back. “Take good care of us.” She says, her head on your chest. She shines a smile your way before letting you go. 

Kazuha pats the short woman’s bottom, “Would you like to get started, sir?”

“I would.” 

“This way, then.” Kazuha grabs your arm, pressing it against her modest breasts as she leads you to the bath. Nako grabs your other arm. Kazuha turns the water on for the bath, and the pair begin to strip you down, working quickly. 

“Oh, look at this.” Nako teases as she pulls down your pants. Your bulge was obvious to everyone. She runs her small hands along it before kneeling and rubbing her face against it. “Ah, it’s been so long. Kazuha,  aren’t you excited?” She says, looking at the younger woman. She grabs Kazuha’s hand, placing it on your crotch. “It’s big, huh?” Kazuha’s cheeks turn red, and she looks away from you, embarrassed. “Let’s get these off.” Nako tugs at your underwear until it finally comes off, your cock smacking her forehead. She’s stunned for a second but quickly laughs it off. Her small hand struggles to wrap itself around your shaft. “You are big!” She exclaims with a huge smile on her face. You groan as she strokes your shaft. While Nako plays with your cock, Kazuha takes off the little clothing she has, unhooking her bra and tossing it near the door before stepping out of her panties. Your attention quickly returns to Nako as you feel her tongue running back and forth over your cock. 

“Ah, Nako.” You moan, feeling your knees get weak from the sudden pleasure. She giggles before continuing. 

“We should get you in the bath,” Kazuha says as she strips Nako of her bra. “Don’t you think that’s a good idea, Nako?” Nako has a slight frown on her face but agrees, letting you go to remove her panties. Kazuha leads you into the tub, stepping in to test the water. The tub was wide enough to comfortably fit the three of you, with Nako on one side and Kazuha on the other. The shorter woman couldn’t seem to keep her hands off you. She reached for your cock, stroking it slowly as she pressed her tits into your arm. Kazuha sees what Nako is doing and joins in, turning onto her side and cupping your balls as she drags her nipples along your arm. You’re eyes are glued to Nako as she steadily moves her hand along your shaft. She plants her lips on yours and speeds up. You grunt in response, struggling to do much else. Your hand wraps around Nako, squeezing her tit and making her moan. Her devilish smile grows as her grip on your shaft tightens. Kazuha begins to whisper into your ear as you focus on Nako. “You’ve got Nako wrapped around your finger. Did you know she’s on birth control? You can cum inside her all you’d like.” Kazuha’s sensual voice continues, “I’m on birth control too. I wouldn’t mind if you gave me a few creampies either.” 

Your cock begins to twitch in Nako’s hand. “Don’t cum so quickly. We’re just getting started. Kazuha and I still need to wash your body. Maybe we should use the mat. You’d like that, right? It would mean we get to use our entire body.” You nod along and get out of the bath with Nako and Kazuha. They place you on the inflatable mat. Nako grinds on your leg, lightly moaning as she stares at your cock. Kazuha had gathered water and soap to clean your body before seeing Nako enjoying herself. She huffs and puts everything on the floor before getting behind the petite woman. 

“Nako, you’re forgetting your job. We’re supposed to be making the customer feel good.” She says, grabbing Nako’s small breasts and squeezing them. The short woman throws her head back and moans. 

“You don’t mind, do you?” Nako asks as she grinds on your leg. “I just need a little release.”

“Nako, you’re being a slut in front of our customer,” Kazuha responds, digging her fingers into Nako’s skin.

“I’m a slut. I’m a slut,” Nako cries. “I don’t think I can wait any longer.” She breaks free from Kazuha’s grip and moves up to your crotch, rocking against your cock. Nako quickly raises herself and slams herself onto your cock. You fill the room with moans as you cum as soon as you’re buried inside Nako. You’re not the only one, though, as Nako cums with you. Feeling your warm cum flood into her cunt, Nako slowly grinds against you as she moans. Nako moves her fingers along her clit, rubbing it in small circles. “Ah, so full. I feel so hot, Kazuha.” You feel Nako’s cunt milking your cock. She was tight, her walls squeezing you with a lot of force.  Your eyes are glued to Nako, watching as she pleasures herself. You don’t notice Kazuha fingering herself as she watches Nako. She’s groping herself and pushing her fingers deeper into her cunt as Nako begins to move again. Nako leaves just the head inside before swallowing your cock in one movement. You stifle your moan while Nako lets hers fill the room. “You’re so big. Look here.” Nako says, pointing at a bulge. She presses on it; you grunt, realizing the bulge was because of you. Nako begins bouncing on your cock, moving at a steady pace as she gets used to your size. She holds your thighs and throws her head back as she moans, noticing Kazuha standing there. 

“Come on, Kazuha, join us. You’ll be in heaven.” Nako says, humming in bliss as she slams herself down, moving her hips to please both of you. Kazuha gets beside you, taking one of your hands and moving it toward her now aching cunt. “No, Kazuha ride him.” Nako says as she continues to use you. Kazuha looks at you, her face bright red, before nodding. She silently positions herself over your face, trying to lower herself gently. She was taking a little too long for you, and you decided to pull her down. Your tongue pushes past her wet lips, diving inside her. You felt Kazuha squirm on top of you; she placed her hands on your chest as she let a river of moans flow out from her. “It feels good, doesn’t it? Just wait until this is inside you.” Nako tells her coworker as she rubs the bulge. Kazuha's breathing quickens as she feels your tongue lapping at her walls. She struggles to keep herself up. Nako sees her friend struggling and lifts Kazuha’s head before kissing her. “I love seeing you like this.”  Nako seems almost drunk on the pleasure she’s receiving; she plays with Kazuha’s tit, attaching herself to her nipple and swirling her tongue around it.

You dig your hands into Kazuha’s waist, keeping her in place. She began to grind against your face, the pleasure making her go crazy. The pleasure from you and Nako was pushing her toward the edge. She started to whimper as she closed in on her climax. “I don’t want to…I don’t want to cum yet.” She whined as she came. Kazuha’s body twitched as she came, her body rocking uncontrollably. Nako smiled, loving the sight of Kazuha cumming on your face. You lap up her sweet nectar, making the younger woman shiver before she falls to the side. 

“Can you give me a taste?” Nako asks as she leans in. You were more than willing to share, pushing your tongue into her mouth. You sat up and grabbed Nako’s waist. You held her for a moment before moving her up and down your shaft. She began to groan as you took control of her. You rammed every inch into Nako’s small body, enjoying as her cries of pleasure came more often and eventually turned into whines. “I’m going to cum. I’m- I’m cumming!” Nako screamed as you continued to use her. Your cock began to twitch inside her cunt, and you told her to get ready for another creampie. “F-fuck, do it cum in me,” Nako whined as you impaled her on your shaft and shot your cum into her. Nako’s walls clamped down around your cock, rubbing the head and making you want to go deeper. Your cum flooded Nako’s pussy, leaking out of her before you even pulled out. You take a good look at Nako, the blissful expression on her face, the drool running down her cheek as her mind goes. 

Nako collapses on you, her cunt still squeezing your cock long after your orgasm ended. You lift her off and turn to Kazuha. She was face down on the floor, still recovering. Your eyes move down her smooth back until you notice her shapely bottom. You get behind her and stroke your cock, getting yourself ready for another round. 

With your other hand, you grab Kazuha’s waist and lift her ass. You press your cock against her entrance and slowly push yourself inside the young woman. “Ah, you're stretching my pussy,” She groans weakly. Kazuha manages to get her arms under herself and push her face off the floor. She looks over her shoulder to see you pushing yourself inside. Kazuha’s walls welcomed you, snuggly wrapping around your cock as you rested inside her. You were close to cumming, sensitive from your last orgasm. Still, you pushed onward, beginning to thrust into the young woman, your pace picking up. You have to dig your fingers into Kazuha’s waist to keep her from moving. As you’re pounding away at her body, you can’t help but look at Kazuha’s beautiful ass; you pull back your hand and slam it into her soft ass. She yelps from the hit. A handprint begins to form because of the force used, but Kazuha begs you to do it again. 

You drive your hand into her ass again. She moans this time, loving the pain. Nako comes around, lying on the inflatable mattress and looking at Kazuha. Her fingers playing with her clit as she watches. You’re getting turned on by having Nako watch you and begin to move faster, slamming yourself into Kazuha without a second thought. The young woman’s moans become louder, and her walls clamp down around your cock. You were both nearing your climax. You couldn’t hold it any longer and buried yourself inside Kazuha, filling her womb with your cum. Your orgasm triggered hers. As soon as she felt your thick cum fill her, Kazuha arced her back and came on your cock. You could hear Nako teasing Kazuha, but her words were muddled as you focused in on the image of Kazuha’s back.

When you start to regain yourself, you hear Nako’s voice. “We still have three hours, Kazuha. How are you going to last that long?” Nako pinched the younger woman’s cheeks. “Are you going to make me take him the whole time? I don’t mind, but you have to be professional.” Nako turns her attention to you. “Why don’t we head for the bedroom? We can take Kazuha with us. She loves watching.” You nod your head, ready to spend more time with Nako.

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[mrsvalentinefucker1]

Support class dick hc, kinks + How they fuck

Cw: knives, rough sex, blood

Sniper

•Dick: I’d say about 6, 6 1/2 inches if I’m being generous here. Definitely not thin, it’s got some girth to it that’s for sure. He never ever clean shaves he thinks it looks weird (he’s not wrong) so he’ll definitely just trim up a little or maybe not at all. Wild man moment. Plus, he kinda loves the scruffy look he has going on. I know everyone says he’s uncircumcised and i definitely agree with that. Tip is not red but definitely a deep pink, it’s cute. Two visible veins, one on the top of his shaft and one underneath it. So he’s very very sensitive.

•How he fucks: Rough. He likes to be fucked hard and to fuck hard. His favorite position to see you in is definitely mating press or doggy style (with a knife to your throat) he loves to see your face contort with pleasure and fear. He’s very vocal i mean haven’t you heard his voice lines. Come on. He loves telling you how great of a fuck toy you can be when you aren’t being a cunt or a teasing slut. He doesn’t have a favorite place to cum really.. Whenever he gets his rocks off is where it stays so.

•Kinks

Praise: definitely, but backhanded praise “look at you, good little slut.” Stuff like that you know?

Predator vs prey play: I know this is so basic but oh my goodness he LOVE LOVE LOVEEEESSS to chase you down and just fuck your brains out if your skull. Like I said, he likes it rough. (Me next)

Knife play: Ofc this is one of them. That mf is a literal animal. He just likes the power trip tbh. Having your life in his very hands, though he’d never do anything to ever hurt it.. it’s hot to watch your fearful eyes and if you enjoy it just as much as he does, you’re in for a ride of dirty talk and rough hard sex.

Public sex: touching you while in public. Something about it. Maybe it’s bc he likes to tease and see how long you can last without gripping his arm while shaking and begging to cum or maybe it’s because nobody around you can (probably) tell how good he’s pleasing you, and how they’ll never get a chance to touch a wonderful lady like you the way he does. Who knows

BREEDING: Though he is scared to have kids and will take every procedure to make sure you won’t get pregnant, he still loves to just cum inside of you all day, everyday. (Same sniper.)

Stepping: he probably likes to be stepped on. He’ll buy you beautiful, expensive heels just so you can step on him or press against his hard cock. (Meow.)

Spy

•Dick: solid 5 1/2, it’s not too thin but not exactly thick.. it stretches you very very nicely that is for sure. He trims it constantly. He is never out of order, he takes too much pride in himself to let it grow out like that wretched bushman. Uncircumcised, his dick skin is like.. oddly soft and velvety. One small vein on the side of his cock, it’s nice. Tip, I’d say, is a light cute pink.

•How he fucks: He either makes love for a long time or he plows you hard. Usually both. He rides the fine line very well. While he goes at it soft and caring, he teases you a lot. Vibrators, toys, his finger, his mouth. He just likes to tease you a lot.. but once he slips in, its game over for him. He can’t help it. He has to fuck you like an animal in heat.

•Kinks

Lingerie for sure. He loves to either buy them for you to give you his card to buy yourself some and then surprise him with it! (Will probably write a fic based off this)

Spanking or brat taming: He will absolutely wreck your ass if you talk back to flirt with ANYONE. He will spank you so hard you’ll become a babbling mess.

Body worship: Giving or receiving, he loves to tease you by kissing down your gorgeous body and leave small bites all over you. Nipping, kissing, nipping, kissing. You know. Backhanded kisses

Medic

•Dick: He’s German and from my experience, they’re packing serious heat. 7 inches hard. Argue with the wall because I will not listen. Tummy bulge will happen so be prepared. Much like spy he keeps himself in check, trims every couple of days. Circumcised, dark pink with a red hue tip. It’s sensitive as hell. No visible veins until he gets to fucking, then they all start popping out. Thick. Hard stretch that’s for sure.

•How he fucks: They all fuck hard but him.. dear lord. Pray and buckle up because he will bruise your cervix. He pounds. He doesn’t even fuck, HE SLAMS. bed? broken, operating table? broken, desk? Broken twice. He loves to just fuck you into a mindless mess. That’s all

•Kinks

Roleplay: He loves to roleplay anything really. Nurse and doctor, doctor and patient, boss and intern, things like that.

Knife play: scalpels are going to be pressed against your skin.. which leads me to my next kink hc

Blood kink: Licks the blood off of your wounds or the small cuts he marks your body with. If you have a period, best believe he will be begging to fuck you on it

“Meine Liebe! It feels so much better when you’re on your period, it also relieves cramps too!”

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[oh-stars]

Guiding Hand

Love is about a hand reaching out to you so you don't get lost.

a @steddielovemonth prompt | 1156 words | CW: PTSD | Rating: T

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Thunder roars in the distance. It’s faint, barely noticeable over Eddie’s chords as he practices on his acoustic. “I’m off my game today,” Eddie groans, scrubbing at his face with one hand, the other cradling the neck of the guitar still. “It sounds so out of tune even though I’ve…” 

Steve hums as he grabs the candles and flashlights from under the entertainment center. 

“Baby?” 

The rains picking up, going from a pleasant steady rhythm, to a downpour as the storm grows closer. He’s thankful for the rain, a constant companion to the thunder and Steve’s biggest reminder that they’re in the right side up. It eases some of his anxiety, but the remainder is still too loud. 

“I think you should kiss me.” 

The thunder seems a bit closer now. He grabs the pack of batteries and the matches, his lighter already in his pocket. He hasn’t used the flashlights since the tornado watch two months ago, the last time the lights flickered. They should still have enough juice, but you can never be sure. 

“Can we get a horse?” 

Steve checks out the window; the rain’s flooding the driveway and soon they could swim through the lake of his front yard. At least its already late, so they can stay home – and if Eddie tries to go back to the trailer, he’s not afraid to tackle him. 

“Do you think Henderson could find us a unicorn?” 

They haven’t eaten dinner yet, should Steve heat up something before the storm gets too bad? In case they lose power for a while? The storm is coming quickly though. It’ll take too long to make something and he needs to pick up more canned goods. Do they have enough leftovers?

“Stevie, I’ve grown an extra head, but it’s not mine.” 

He heads toward the kitchen and pulls out the casserole he made last night. There’s plenty. Hopefully Eddie doesn’t mind. He goes to ask, but a clap of thunder cracks through the air. 

Steve drops the lid to the tupperware – it clatters to the floor as Steve jumps. 

“Steve,” Eddie says, his hands on Steve’s hips, pulling him in close so he presses against Steve’s back. 

He glares at Eddie over his shoulder. 

Eddie raises his hands in defense. “Don’t get mad at me. That’s your name.” 

“Not to you.” Steve turns around and crosses his arms. 

“I’ve been trying to get your attention for a while, baby,” Eddie says softly. He puts his hands back on Steve’s waist, their hips flush together. “Are you okay?” 

Steve shrugs. “Just making dinner.” 

Eddie keeps his face neutral; Steve cna see how much effort it's taking him. 

“Are you okay with leftovers?” 

“Sounds great,” Eddie sighs. “Can I do anything?” 

Steve shakes his head and turns back to the cold leftovers. Eddie’s hands stay on his waist as Steve dishes out two healthy servings for their plates. 

Another thunderclap and Eddie’s grip tightens. Steve’s entire body feels tight like he’s preparing for something. Which is just bull. He’s making dinner during a thunderstorm. There’s nothing happening. He’s being foolish. 

A soft kiss to the side of his neck has Steve letting out a breath. Was he holding it? “I’ve got you,” Eddie whispers. 

Steve leans back into him as the first plate heats up in the microwave. He closes his eyes and listens to the rain, to the soothing sound of Eddie’s breathing accompanied by the little gusts against his skin where Eddie’s nose is pressed to his skin. 

For a moment, all is well. 

With their dinner reheated, Steve takes their plates to the living room where the flashlights and candles wait for them. 

“Dinner on the sofa?” Eddie gasps as they settle in. “What would your mother say, Steven?” His smile turns into a grimace. “Not feeling it?” 

Steve leans into Eddie’s side. “I’m sorry.” 

“Baby,” Eddie says, “it’s okay. I just want to see you smile.” 

Well, that does work. 

They’re able to eat as they watch Golden Girls reruns in companionable  silence, with Eddie crossing his legs over Steve’s. It keeps him grounded as the thunder rolls on. 

When the episode ends, Steve takes their plates to the kitchen and starts to clean up. Eddie’s right there with him, talking about the show like he’s gossiping about their neighbors. “And where does Blanche get off saying that shit to Rose?” 

“I don’t kno–” 

The lights flicker. 

Steve shoves Eddie behind him, into the cabinet, as he reaches for the knife block. 

He grips a steak knife so tight his knuckles pop. His senses are attuned to the world around them as Steve stands guard. They’re frozen in place, time still as they wait for… something. 

No bulging walls. 

No flapping wings. 

No scratching nails. 

All he can hear is rain, thunder, Eddie’s breathing and his own ragged breaths. 

Then the lights go out all together with the next flash of lightning. 

“Shit,” Eddie hisses. 

Steve holds his breath until the next round of thunder has passed. “C’mon,” Steve says, reaching back for Eddie’s hand. 

Eddie laces their fingers together with a self-deprecating laugh. “You’d think I’d get over this fear of the dark at my age.”

Steve squeezes his hand. “Kind of hard when you’ve seen what we’ve seen.” Carefully, he walks them both out of the kitchen toward the coffee table. “Don’t let go.” 

“Right. Can’t be getting lost in your McMansion,” Eddie quips, as if he isn’t actively cutting off Steve’s circulation. 

He kicks the coffee table and uses his leg to put some space between himself and the table to set the knife down. Then he makes quick work of lighting the candles with his lighter, flicking it closed once he’s done. 

With that, he drags Eddie to the couch and sinks into the cushions. He’s too tense still, nerves frayed and muscles still fired up to jump into action. Eddie’s hand has eased, though, thumb running over Steve’s knuckles. Soon, Steve knows that his presence, his touch, will spell all of his built up tension – even with the thunder still going overhead and the rain still pelting the windows. 

The walkie that lives on the side table clicks on, crackling to life as Max’s voice asks, “Does anyone have power?” 

“Zoomer, you’re supposed to say, over. Over,” Henderson says. 

“Answer or don’t, curly fries. I don’t have time for this,” Max huffs. 

Steve raises an eyebrow at Eddie, only to find him looking back just as confused. 

With their hands still linked, Eddie grabs the walkie, holds down the button, and holds it up to Steve’s face. 

“Roll call, nerds,” Steve says, then with a sigh, he adds, “over.” He leans against Eddie, tucking himself under Eddie’s arm. He feels anchored, safe in the bubble of candlelight he’s made for him and Eddie. 

After everyone else has checked in, Eddie presses the button again and says, “Babysitter and Banished, all clear.”

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Thank you @lady-lostmind!

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[drabblesandimagines]

Kitty (part 6)

Parts 1-5 are available via my masterlist.

Pairings: Rei x (afab) reader Fluffy fluff, some medical jargon but nothing too descriptive! --

“Oh, back already?” Kazuki calls as you step through the front door. You can hear the sounds of daytime television drifting through. He likes to watch it when he folds the laundry.

“Yeah. Why?” Rei asks, slipping his shoes off. You haven’t spoken about the hand-holding. What is there to say, really? You mutually dropped hands as the elevator door opened, like you were afraid of getting caught. You’re trying to balance taking your own trainers off when he grabs your hand – anchoring you once more.

You smile a thanks and, again, let go as you go to greet Kazuki.

“Nothing, just curious. How was Kyu?” Rei withdraws one of the envelopes and hands it over to the blonde, who nods in appreciation.

“Fine. Nosey.”

“Nosey?”

“Asking Kitty questions.” Rei drops down on the armchair with a yawn – the late night catching up on him – and removes his phone from his pocket. “Sounded suspicious.”

“Dude, that’s his whole job.”

Kazuki turns to you as you sit down next to him, realizing he’s not going to get far with Rei who’s back to his game from earlier.

“Did you like the café?”

“Uh-huh,” you nod. “I re-remem-remembered I like c-coffee!” It’s strange rediscovering these little things about yourself. It feels momentous, like at any moment that will be the floodgate that triggers all your memories, but, really, it’s a small piece of the jigsaw puzzle. There was coffee at the house, of course there was, you served it to him every morning but you’d never taken a sip for yourself. There was enough danger in sneaking food. Water you could take from the bathrooms, greedily guzzling from the taps.

“Did you have one of Kyu’s? They’re good, right?” You nod. “I can never get Rei to try. I don’t think he has the palate.”

“Too bitter,” he grumbles.

“Well, we can enjoy the grown-up drinks and Rei can share with Miri.” The blonde teases back. Rei slouches back further in the armchair, ignoring him.

The TV blares out an upcoming promo – something about a doctor giving advice about how to live a longer, happier life. “That reminds me. Kitty, I think you should see a doctor.”

“A d-doctor?”

“Yeah. I mean, you were in that place a while and not treated well – we probably should get you checked over. There’s a clinic we use when we can’t handle something on our own – it’s no questions asked, cash in hand, under the table type stuff, but they’re legitimate doctors. I think they’d be good to give you a once over. Only if you feel okay with that, though.”

“N-no, makes s-s-sense.”

“Great! The only thing is, it’s an after-hours sort of deal so it’ll need to be an evening trip. Rei, you’ll be okay to stay here with Miri after dinner, right?”

“I can go with her.” Rei’s bolt upright now.

“You hate the doctor. Remember when you went with me so I could get a tetanus shot?”

“You screamed. I thought you were under attack.” He replies, deadpan.

“It was a big needle! I’m not sure they’ll even allow you back in after the damage you caused.” Kazuki turns to you “Plus, you’re okay to go with me, right?”

You nod - hoping you’re not hurting Rei’s feelings. It might be better to have Kazuki there too, you reason, trying to put the pieces together of their last visit.

In the afternoon, Kazuki goes to pick up Miri and Rei’s coerced you into another go of Morio Kart. You’d say you were getting better but that’d be a lie - Miri can and will beat you in a race more often than not, so you’re not sure it’s much of a challenge for Rei. The speed boosts and the drifting is the worst, you can never time it right and end up lagging behind, sometimes by over a lap. On the left-hand side of the screen you can see Rei’s character is already over the finish line and driving automatically around the course now, whilst you’re been flying off the same bit of the track for an embarrassingly long time on lap two.

“May-maybe you sh-should j-just skip. I’m h-ho-hopeless.”

“No, you’re not.” You can see him smiling to the side of you. “Here.” He scoots closer to you, looping an arm around your waist and placing his hands around yours and guiding your fingers. “Just need practice.”

You watch what he’s doing, but the angle of which his arm is seems almost unnatural. “I-is that co-com-comfortable?"

"Mm. Not really." He pauses the game a moment. “Can you scoot forward a bit?”

You shuffle forward, nearly on the edge of the sofa and he clambers behind you within a blink of an eye. His thighs are either side of your legs, his chest pressed up firm against your back. His head is above yours but he leans slightly to the side and his breath tickles your ear.

“Is this okay?”

“Y-yeah.” You’re glad he can’t see your face – you’re sure it’s now as red as Kazuki’s beloved sweatshirt.

He unpauses the game and he talks you through what he’s doing but you’re not retaining one word, his fingers are still on top of yours and operating the games controller. You can feel the bass of his voice vibrate comfortingly through your back and you let out a breath, relaxing into him.

“Kitty, are you even listening?” He asks in a teasing lilt.

“N-no.” You laugh as you say it. Saying no was still a new addition to your vocabulary, but being so close to Rei in that moment made you feel so… buoyant. He finally gets your character over the finish line.

He chuckles, lightly. “That’s okay, we’ll go again.”

He sets up a race for a solo player, and takes you through another race. You try your best to listen to him this time, to take it in, but it’s hard to concentrate when he’s so close to you…

“I think I’ve lost you again in your thoughts, hmm?” He rests his head on your shoulder as he speaks.

“S-sorry.” You speak before you can think. “No, I’m n-not sorry.”

You can feel him smile into you. “It feels nice.” He mumbles.

“It does…”

The front door opens with a bang and you jump, sliding off the sofa entirely and slipping through Rei’s arms.

“Papa Rei, Kitty, I’m home!” Miri yells.

--

“Good luck,” Rei wishes the two of you as you leave, then frowns. Is that the right thing to say before a doctor’s visit? But you give him a bright smile and a thanks, which seems to reassure him. You can tell he still feels a little excluded, but someone has to stay with Miri and he has reluctantly conceded that Kazuki is less likely to be refused entry and is probably the best to handle any medical instructions given.

The drive is quiet, which is odd for Kazuki. It’s only when you get near that he speaks up.

“It’s nice to see you and Rei hang out, you know?” He keeps his eyes on the road. “I mean, Miri’s changed him a lot, but since you've been around… He seems a bit lighter.”

“I’m g-glad.”

The clinic is on the outskirts of town and the car park’s empty when you pull up. The lights are all off, but Kazuki seems confident as he leads you to a service door around the back. He knocks on it three times and it’s answered by a burly man, who appears to recognize him. He holds his hand out and Kazuki stuffs some bills into it, before he nods and opens the door wide enough for the two of you to enter. You stick close to Kazuki and come out in what appeared to be a make-shift waiting room. There’s no-one in there at the moment, but there’s dried blood smeared across the floor under one of the chairs.

Kazuki chuckles at it, directing you to a chair facing away. “Yeah, you might see some of that…”

It isn’t long before a door opens and a tall brunette woman in a white doctor’s coat stands there, looking around. She meets Kazuki’s gaze and nods, beckoning him forward. He gets to his feet and you follow the two through down the hallway into a consultation room. She gestures for the both of you to take a seat, before shutting the door behind her. She’s no name tag on, but you think that must be deliberate. “Kazuki, it’s been a while.”

“And is that not a good thing, doctor?” He winks.

“Bad for my pockets. Who’s this?” She nods her head over to you, as she takes a seat.

“Ah, well…” He begins to relay the story for you, thankfully, as the doctor nods thoughtfully. Kazuki runs through the basics.

“And you don’t remember anything?”

“L-little bits a-a-are coming b-back.” You keep your eyes focused on your lap, hoping if you don’t meet her gaze your stutter won’t increase exponentially. “N-nothing h-h-helpful.”

“Hmm. Do you often get headaches?”

“N-no.”

“Memory loss can be a symptom of post-concussion syndrome. Any recollection of black-outs after, er, injury?”

You nod. Kazuki shifts in his seat.

“It’s hard to tell what the recovery period for that can be, unfortunately. These things might just never come back.” She twirls her pen between her fingers. “But your short-term memory’s okay?”

“Y-y-yeah. I re-member m-most th-things a-about the h-house.”

“And this stutter, have you always had that?”

“No.”

“Does it hurt to talk – your jaw, or anything?”

You shake your head. “S-sometimes, I-I feel s-sick.”

“And you,” she turns to Kazuki. “have you noticed any improvements in her speech?”

“Oh, for sure. I think you’re still nervous around new people, eh, Kitty?” You nod. “But when it’s just us, it’s getting better all the time.”

“Psychological, then. To be expected.” You like her, she’s straight to the point. You don’t want sympathy - it brings too much attention. “Any chance you could be, er, pregnant?”

You shake your head firmly.

She checks your blood pressure next – noting it’s a little low – before she checks your oxygen levels and seems happy enough.

“Can I listen to your chest?” She’s already digging a stethoscope out of a drawer and directing you. “I’ll listen via your back. Just unclip your dress and lift your top up for me.” You turn to face the wall and as you do, you see Kazuki avert his eyes to the ceiling respectfully. You unclip the dungaree straps behind you, and pull up the top. The stethoscope is cold – a cliché – as she orders you to inhale and exhale out a number of times.

“All sounds okay there. You can get dressed.”

As soon as you’re resituated, she sits down and faces you both. “So, I think we should do some bloodwork. You look on the malnourished side, so I’m sure we’re going to see some pretty severe vitamin deficiencies. I can have the tests completed in under an hour if you’re okay to wait.” Kazuki nods. “I can give you something for anxiety too, it might just take the edge off any panic you feel, help you to relax a bit. It might help the speech, might not.” She taps the pen against the desk, before she leans back in her chair. “It’s up to you whether you take them, but if you do, fair warning they’ll make you feel more anxious at first but then it’ll settle.”

You nod. You’re really hoping not to have another attack like last night. She stares at you for another minute, seeming to think something over.

“I could run x-rays to check for old injuries but, to be honest, you walked in fine and, if we found anything, there’s nothing we can do here. As you’ll know,” she looks at Kazuki, “this is usually just emergency trauma, but I understand the need for discretion in this case.” She wheels over a cart, and snaps a new pair of medical gloves on. “You good with needles?”

“I… I t-think so.”

“Mm. Look at him, not at me. I’ve no time for fainters.” She states, and you follow her instructions.

An hour later you leave the clinic, a bag of vitamins and prescription drugs in your hands and instructions for Kazuki to get more meat on your bones. The car is warm on the drive home and Kazuki’s voice is comforting – he’s running through all the meals he’s gonna make, all the nutritional benefits, but it’s getting harder to keep your eyes open and the long day is catching up on you. It’ll be fine if you just close your eyes for a second…

At some unconscious level you’re aware you’re being carried but you’re somewhere in the middle between awake and asleep and you’re so, so tired. Your eyelids feel weighed down and, try as you might, you just can’t open them and all you seem to do is snuggle further into whoever’s arms to a light chuckle. You hear a door open and there’s a voice you recognize, laced with panic.

“What happened?!” Rei.

“Easy, she’s fine. Fell dead asleep on the ride home and she looked too peaceful to wake up.” Kazuki’s voice rumbles through your cheek. “Can you take her whilst I get my shoes off?”

“Mm.” You’re passed from one warm chest to another. You should really open your eyes, stop being a burden. You do try, but it’s so hard… “What did they say?”

“She’s vitamin deficient in practically all of them and needs to put some weight on, but that’s probably to be expected. Talked about the memory loss – could be something called post-concussion syndrome? Might be temporary, might be permanent. Doctor seemed to think she’s come out relatively lucky.” Kazuki yawns. “You okay with taking her up to her bed?”

“I’ve got her.” He shifts you gently, getting a better hold. You sigh, burying your head deeper into his chest. He smells nice, comforting.

“You like her, don’t you?”

“Of course I do.” Rei bristles.

“No, Rei. I mean, you like her.”

A pause. “Yes. Is… is that wrong?”

“Of course not, you idiot. It’s sweet.”

“I care for Miri but this feels… different.”

“Not a lot of dating growing up, huh?” Kazuki chuckles.

“None.” Rei grunts. “Not my style of hit.”

“I don’t mean for a mission, I mean for… for feelings.”

“Oh.” Another pause. “None.”

“Well, you’re in luck because I have a great history with the ladies.” Kazuki winks. “I think she likes you too, though, for what it’s worth.” He yawns again. “Go on, get her to bed. You can’t stand there holding her the entire night – that’s my first bit of advice.”

The next thing you know, you’re being laid upon the soft sheets of the bed and you nuzzle your head into the pillow, missing the warmth. A blanket is tucked in over you and you exhale contentedly, somewhere between the world of awake and dreaming. There’s hot breath for a second at your forehead and chapped lips press against it far too briefly.

“Goodnight, Kitty.”

-- Part 7.

#ghostdogwrites #buddy daddies #buddy daddies fanfic #buddy daddies fluff #rei suwa x reader #rei suwa fluff #miri unasaka #fluff writing #kazuki kurusu #rei x reader #rei suwa x you #suwa rei x reader #suwa rei x you

[knee-stockings]

So I’ve been listening to lots of podcasts at work lately to break up the monotony of my office job. Mainly they’re horror, suspense/thriller, drama, that kind of thing. Trying to give ratings without spoilers~

(Check out updated pod recs here)

The Left Right Game (a journalist investigating an urban legend that gets increasingly more dangerous as they go): 5/5, this being one of the first ones I listened to set the bar really high tbh, it was great, immersive sound design, genuinely suspenseful and creepy moments, interesting plot, my only gripe is that I didn’t love the ending but I couldn’t dock a star just for that, highly recommend, maybe I’ll retire to Wintry Bay someday 

Alice Isn’t Dead (delivery trucker goes searching for her believed dead wife, comes across supernatural towns and creatures and a conspiracy that goes way deeper than one missing woman): 5/5, so so good, enjoyed a lot, I loved learning the truth about the Thistle men, still don’t completely understand oracles but that’s okay, some delightfully creepy moments, this will be high on my recommendation list (also it’s by the Welcome to Night Vale people, which I actually haven’t listened to lmao)

Harley Quinn and the Joker: Sound Mind (it’s a Harley Quinn origin story basically): 5/5, very enjoyable, sound design great, plot was fun, I don’t know how accurate this story is to the original Harley Quinn origin story but I liked this a lot

The Burned Photo (two women try to fight a familial curse haunting their bloodlines): 4/5, not bad at all, I thought the sound design was great and immersive but I thought the monster’s voice was a bit goofy idk, the plot wasn’t bad though ofc it was pretty bittersweet and sad in the end, tho I think it was never going to be happy for everyone involved

Blackwood (group of teens investigate the town urban legend and uncover more than they bargained for): I can’t decide…3.5 maybe? It was okay. I didn’t love it or hate it, I’m pretty neutral about it. It was interesting enough

Gaslight (girl goes missing and then reappears to her best friend years later with little explanation): 3/5, feels like there should be another season, wasn’t as dramatic/suspenseful as I thought it would be (maybe that’s my own fault tho, from the description and stuff I thought there would be more to it)

Ice-Cream (teens suspect the friendly neighborhood ice cream man of abducting little kids and uncover a dark secret): 4.5/5, interesting and a lil creepy, there’s something oddly funny about hearing someone scream “fuck you Beelzebub” even in context, sound design is pretty good and voice acting is great, finale was also pretty good but I’m docking half a star bc of that very last bit and bc I said so, overall short n’ sweet, no pun intendo (I’m kinda glad that it’s only the one season and not super long, gives the feeling of not overstaying its welcome. Also in awe that they made it within like a month, gonna go listen to their other podcast Cascadia too)

Cascadia (submarine expedition to uncharted waters, gone wrong, we almost died!?): 5/5, by the Ice-Cream people so I expected great sound design and voice acting and said expectations were met tbh, yes god love the drama, ocean depths are inherently scary to me so this is top tier horror, season one was chef’s kiss beautiful and I heard season 2 is coming so I’ll be waiting eagerly for that

Listening now:

Within the Wires (season 1 is relaxation cassette tapes from another world, season 2 is a guided museum tour I think): also by the WTNV people, interesting so far, the plot that unfolded in the first season was cool to watch as it played out, but also I am so sad. I like it so far

Rabbits (girl goes searching for her friend who disappeared because of this mysterious Rabbits game): feels like a really slow start after a few episodes, I kinda wanna get to more action soon please

Wake of Corrosion (apocalypse where characters are trying to find other survivors and also answers): mild shrug, not sure what to make of it just yet. Only like 2 episodes in so I think I need to give it a bit

Ars Paradoxica (scientist accidentally invents time travel and is thrown back to the 1940s): pretty interesting so far, science is fun 

Spoiler comment for Cascadia under the cut bc it's the one I just finished and I have Thoughts

As much as I enjoyed Cascadia, when I think about the expedition for more than 2 seconds I get confused. Not the whole alien thing, that’s fine, it’s Badger and Maria and their ulterior motives. Why in the world did Badger spend millions of dollars to make a submarine that’s faulty on purpose? And there was so much media coverage around it so the second something went wrong reporters were practically beating him over the head with microphones, so why risk so much bad press? Plus sacrificing three other talented divers who trusted him with their lives??? That’s the most confusing to me. There’s no way Badger foresaw them getting attacked underwater and losing Declan alone, so he must have been fully prepared to lose captain AND crew. Holden said that he saw Badger as a father, and yet he chose Holden to die? He said he handpicked them, so what did Holden, Alia, or Iris ever do to him to deserve being sent on a suicide mission? Doing all this just to get rid of Declan and be with Maria doesn’t feel right. Feels like there should be something more there. Tldr: surely Badger had another reason for conducting the suicide mission, right? Also since season 2 starts with Lila all grown up, a diver just like her father, I wanna know her opinions of her mother and of Badger. Did she learn about her mother’s betrayal? Is Badger still involved in funding deep sea diving or did the FBI take him out of that? Omg who’s the father of her little sibling…I’m so curious…

#ignore me #mimi reviews #the left right game #alice isn't dead #harley quinn and the joker sound mind #the burned photo #blackwood #gaslight #ice-cream #cascadia #within the wires #rabbits #wake of corrosion #ars paradoxica #i can't believe i had the patience to tag all these...

[onedayimgonnasnap]

Court of darkness fandom tumblr survival guide.(read this with an Australian accent)

As a new fan you might be wondering, “WHERE ARE ALL THE FANFICTIONS?! THE FANART?! THE CRACK?! THE ANGST?! SMUT?!” And yes good sir that was me when I first got here.

Because of that I will be showing up at least 10 Content Creators that you shall follow in this barren community. And give you a list of reasons why.

So come along on this safari tour ride;

No 1. @atomsminecraft Now this person may seem like your average crazy Lou psycho fan. But you’re wrong- ⁉️

This person actually makes really good fluff of Lou. They’re like a Lou encyclopedia. But be careful you may or may not accidentally offend them depending on your take on Lou.

Their content and head cannons can range between Wholesome to crack to angst so be careful where you step on their page. It’s dangerous mate.

No. 2 @jaysquid Now come along to see this amazing artist. Now now don’t take pictures they can be aggressive if you mess up their work, so we must observe from afar,

They are extremely chill most of the time, if you have an Court of Darkness suggestion child; they’re the ones to go too-

They also have extremely great random topics about anything related to court of darkness, and they’re able to bring up excellent points in Head Cannons.

No 3. @bitchkay Now with this one, over all extremely thirsty and bisexual for everyone of them ⁉️

Don’t be afraid as the angel said unto Marry, don’t worry this one doesn’t bite but it does bark.

They’re also the No 1. Smut creator to go to if you’re over 18. If not you’ll be sacrificed to the wolves if you’re suggesting nsfw😧

Also you’ll learn things about characters you’ve never thought about that, and you may not turn dirty minded😔

Let’s sneak by from this one aye?

No 4. @toasnearlynakedghost

Do they create fanfictions? Maybe (I haven’t seen some)

Do they create fanart? Yes.

How ever this person is like the Gorden Ramsey of the fandom, especially if you’re like me. When they respond to your comment or post with “😂” it feels like you’re dad came back with the milk.

You feel like you’ve gained approval that you have not got from your parents/srs.

It’s a strange feeling in your soul yes.

However it feels goddamn good.

No 5. @abugwritesstuff You see this person you have options the possibilities are endless.

It’s infinity to beyond.

They’re also extremely chill, and when requesting something they have the characters accurate and it feels like something you’d see from the game no matter what the topic is lol.

I once requested that ended up traumatizing Knight.

Now then take pictures and souvenirs and let’s move on >:)

No 6. @chirp-a-chirp Now here we have the bird, yes I order to get them to come closer to you is to preform the bird ritual, yes you may chirp.

If you do that ritual legend has it that they’ll grant your wish/request.

First you gotta start it by saying “I have no bitches 3 times” then start chirping aggressively. >:)

Depending on your wish/request it may be granted. If the ancient bird doesn’t see it fit then you’ll die of Minecraft fall damage.

Their content is extremely rangeful to both COD to obey me, so you got options.

No 7. @marsipanic Now with this ancient being they have made the hottest female MC OCs be careful though they might take it a sign of aggression if you bark to much.

It makes you jealous of Guy- Yes Guy out of all people.

This content creator believes they can change him- well leave it at that.

They also have a creative/ smut OC series. It’s pretty bad ass. So go check it out.

No 8. @dotster001 Now with this one doesn’t have that many fanfictions, however it doesn’t make it any less great than the others.

They also have a bunch of twisted wonderland and other games fanfictions you may wanna check out, because they’re super good.

However do not take any pictures, you may not reach your hand out at them. Do not feed them-

No 9. @bobasis Now kids, this is the only one who has ever made history with creating the first MC X reader fanfiction.

It’s amazing; consorts who?

They also have amazing art so you better go check it out.

Also keep ur hands to yourself when you see their MC *sprays with spray bottle* DOWN BOY- DOWN-!

No 10. @ithseem Now this son of a bitch will roast you accurately whether you like it or not, so be careful kiddo. They’re venomous.

They also have really cute fanart from what I’ve seen after stalking their tumblr, like I do with anyone 😘 It’s just a way of life kid.

#court of darkness x reader #court of darkness #court of darkness content creators #fear me 👺 #I did a lot of page stalking #safari guide

[jeniffercheck]

How about a Love confession with a bit of angst?

-prompt-

my fingers slipped and this turned into a little one-shot, thank u for the prompt & enjoy!! also on ao3<3

It’s four in the morning and Shiv is in Karolina’s kitchen.

It’s smaller than her own, more lived in, and less sterile, and Shiv finds it bizarre that she and Karolina have become something entangled. In some ways, they’re the same. Wealthy, assertive women who seek power and prestige only to receive pushback and shame. In most ways, they’re different. Karolina is ice, but Shiv is fire. Karolina understands limits, and Shiv doesn’t know when enough is enough. Karolina is good, Shiv believes that, that Karolina is genuinely good, and Shiv is just bad.

It’s a back and forth, not unlike anything else in Shiv’s life but it couldn’t be more unique. It’s structured and clear. Karolina keeps Shiv where she wants her, and Shiv does everything she can to break out. Karolina doesn’t play the same games that everyone else in Shiv’s life does. She’s careful and calculated, sure, but she’s honest. She takes what she wants and she rejects what she doesn’t.

Which is maybe why it hurts when Karolina says the words.

“I don’t know why you haven’t just signed the papers yet.”

She’s wiping down her counter as she says so, too late to make coffee and too tired for wine. For some reason, the next logical step in her brain is Clorox. Clorox, and the belief that Shiv should just throw the towel in and get the divorce. Just sign the papers.

“That’s easy to say when it’s not you who has to sign them,” Shiv says.

Her eyes are still puffy. The tailgate ended and she felt so sick to her stomach that she didn’t know what else to do, where else to go. She certainly wasn’t going to sleep in the same fucking apartment as Tom. Not with those words still lingering, muddying up the air with their ferocity and viciousness. Their honesty.

Karolina hasn’t asked what exactly happened yet. Shiv thinks she can tell, what with the unusual crying and the fact that Shiv’s wedding band is currently being toyed with in her hand like a pair of Craps die that she’s getting ready to throw, always with a 100% chance of snake eyes.

“Maybe when Mencken wins, they’ll outlaw divorce and you’ll never have to make that choice,” Karolina says. “Become a slave to Tom forever, transfer your bank account to his. Do you think you’ll have to get his permission to sign off on a check?”

Shiv thinks it should make her laugh, and Karolina has a stupid smile on her face that really makes her want to, but the attempt at comfort only makes her feel worse. The fact that she’s sitting here, just told that she’s incapable of love and that she’ll never be a good mother, and Karolina’s just awake, wiping off her counter with bleach and a paper towel while trying to make her smile at four in the morning because that’s what Shiv needed her to do.

She doesn’t know where to draw the lines because a part of her still thinks that Tom would do the same. That if she went home right now and got on her knees and bore her soul to him that he’d take it back and he’d forgive her. That he’d believe her even though he never should have in the first place.

How do you choose between two people who you think would both give you the world if you let them?

“Do you think I’m capable of love?” Shiv suddenly asks, looking at Karolina. She searches Karolina’s eyes for her instinctual reaction, the sign that she wants to say no but is going to say yes, just because she thinks she should tell Shiv whatever it is that she wants to hear, but Karolina’s eyebrows just twitch and her joking smile falls, and she cocks her head with a great, big sigh. Shiv suddenly feels dumb for asking at all. She knows what the answer is. At least, what it should be.

“I think you’re more capable than you’d like to admit,” Karolina says, which, makes Shiv pause because it’s really not the answer she was expecting to hear. Or maybe even the one she wanted to hear, if she’s being honest. She looks away, unable to stand the intensity of Karolina’s gaze. She thinks back to what Marcia had said to her, now seemingly so long ago.

He made you a playground, and you think it’s a whole world.

But how can it not be the whole world when it all feels like this? When love and death and birth are constantly gripping at her and pulling at the seams from every angle. If she isn’t at the center of the whole world then why does it always feel so grave? Like every step she takes and every choice she makes creates quakes that follow her until everything just topples, crushing her in the aftermath.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” she admits. “Why I can’t just feel it like everyone else.”

“You do feel it, though. Don’t you?” Karolina says, eyes suddenly sad. “I don’t think you’d care this much if you didn’t.”

Which makes Shiv feel overcome because it’s the first time anyone’s acknowledged her feelings as caring. Because Karolina is right, Shiv cares so much, maybe too much at times. She cares so much that it’s easier to pretend that she doesn’t, because if anyone knew how desperate she was for the things she wants they’d use it against her and then she’d have nothing and no one and there wouldn’t be a single thing she could do about it. If she keeps everything at arm’s length, then they can never get too close to be pushed away. If everyone is mad at her then that means they’re not indifferent towards her. It’s survival.

“I don’t want to only hurt people,” Shiv admits, tears returning, but she thinks about what she really means. Maybe she can’t fix things with Tom, but maybe she doesn’t have to ruin things with Karolina before they’ve even really started. “I don’t want to hurt you like I hurt him.”

Karolina moves around the counter towards Shiv and hugs her from behind. Shiv grabs onto Karolina’s arms like she doesn’t think she ever has before, wondering if she can just memorize how it feels to have her close so that she won’t fuck it up again. That she’ll choose not to push her away.

“Then don’t,” Karolina says, like it’s the easiest thing in the world. She pulls Shiv tighter, and Shiv leans into it. She wants this. She really thinks she does.

“I—I think I could let myself love you,” Shiv says, voice shaking. “I don’t know. I’d like to try.”

She waits painstakingly for Karolina’s response, every millisecond feeling like the pit in her stomach is getting wider and wider. She closes her eyes as Karolina kisses the top of her head, voice soft in her ear.

“I think I could let myself love you, too.”

#shivlina fic #shivlina #shiv x karolina #shiv roy #karolina novotney #succession #mine #this is getting out of hand #duskfalls

[snugglebug-92]

The One Where She Like's a Boy

When you got back to Minnesota everything slowed down. You were always on edge, and you didn’t leave your apartment unless you had to go to class. Since your schedule was different it was easier to avoid Brock and Knies. You stuck to that schedule until one night Brock showed up with pizza after a whole month of not seeing you. You were about to pretend you weren’t there but then you remembered Brock had a spare key, so it was no use. As you slowly opened the door, he embraced you before stepping inside.

“I missed you,” Brock says as he sets down the pizza.

“I’m sorry I’ve been gone so much. When I was in Boston, I saw him and things didn’t go well,” you whisper. Both boys look at you and now understand everything but also feel horrible. They haven’t seen you since before you left for break and now knowing the reason was you feared for your own safety. 

“No, I'm sorry. I thought you were mad at me and so I let you have some space thinking you would get over it. I should have checked on you sooner especially knowing you were going home,” Brock says as he brings you into a hug. The two of you sit and watch a movie and soon things are back to normal. You started going out a little more and would once again go to the hockey games.

Eventually it came time for the boys to go to playoffs and you went with them. You watched as they lost to Michigan in the big ten tournament. It was a tough loss, but the boys still have the frozen four to look forward to. They beat their first and second opponents earning themselves a trip to Boston. As much as you wanted to support the boys it was Boston, the one place you hated more than anything. As you though to yourself Bryan wouldn’t no couldn’t know you were there. He had no way of knowing you went to the U and this time you wouldn’t leave your seat alone. The boys lost their first game and they went home.

The rest of the school year flew by and soon it was summer. The three of you went to a small cabin for a weekend before all heading your separate ways. Your summer goes by fast. You take some summer classes to keep yourself busy and you head back to Minnesota before you know it. While you weren’t back home the whole break it still felt like summer was almost over. You and Brock hangout almost every day during the rest of the summer. You two act like kids again and everything was amazing. You felt so free. 

But then school started, and boy was junior year crazy. Hockey practices started early in the school year and with Brock being captain you two started hanging out less and less. Thankfully Knies was there to entertain you. The two of you would do all the things you and Brock would do. You would still of course hang out with Brock when the time permitted but most of the time it was just you and Matthew. During one of the times, you were waiting for practice to end you watched the boys skate on the ice. You were always mesmerized by the sport, but you never could quite grasp the whole shooting a puck thing. Your body couldn’t do it so your dream of playing hockey with your brothers stopped right then and there. You were content watching. So that’s what you would do. As soon as practice ended you made your way to the locker room and waited for Matthew and Brock. The three of you were going to go watch a movie at your place tonight. As the two boys walk out you catch a glance at one of the freshmen who walks out in front of them. You were still trying to put names to faces but you knew he was either Logan or Jimmy because he was on the same line as Knies. You smile at him and try not to giggle as his face turns a slight shade of red. Brock leaves as soon as the movie finishes leaving you and Matthew alone.

“So, are they any cute freshmen?” Knies questions. You thank Matt for making sure you had a great poker face before answering Matthews' question.

“No. But why are the freshmen they’re too young?” you know they aren’t too young and there are definitely freshmen on the team who are older than you. But you still push the question.

“Well, it’s not like there are any transfers so I’m just wondering,” he shrugs.

“Well nope. No boys,” you respond.

“Any girls?” he questions, not quite understanding the complete lack of interest in men you have.

“No, it’s not that. I just don’t want to date anyone right now,” you shrug and with that the topic gets dropped for now. 

It doesn’t take you long to figure out the boy you smiled at is Jimmy. He’s from Minnesota and drafted by the St. Louis Blues. Your gaze tends to linger on him at practice and it doesn’t take long for Matthew to notice. What you don’t notice is Jimmy looking at you like you hung the moon. He looks at you like you hung the moon and that's when he puts his plan in motion. He knows that the two of you are going to hang out after practice. He also knows he can definitely get the information that she likes Jimmy wiggled out of her one way or another. You wait for Knies at the locker room door and smile at Jimmy when he walks out. Your attention turns to Matthew which is good because poor Jimmy is so distracted by you. So distracted in fact that he runs into a door on the way out. Matthew, who watches the whole thing go down, bites back a laugh at the boy's misfortune before the two of you walk to get coffee. Once you both have your beverages Knies starts his plan to get you to admit you like Jimmy.

“So, I heard a few of the freshmen have a crush on you,” he says.

“Oh, and where did you hear this?” you laugh.

“Well, a few of them asked me to set you up with them. There's one of them is too shy to even say hi to you but he definitely likes you a lot,” Knies shrugs.

“Well, if they want a date so bad, they should ask. It would be fun to knock a few of their egos down a few pegs when I say no,” you respond sipping on your drink.

“You wouldn’t say yes to anyone. Not even Jimmy,” Matthew knows he has you on a dangerous line right there. He watches as your eyes scan his face before you set your drink down.

“Fine there is a small chance I would say yes to Jimmy but not right now,” you say finally.

“So, I can give him your number then,” Matthew asks.

“No, I didn’t say that-”

“Why not? He likes you and he’s a good kid.”

“There’s more to it Matthew. Things you don’t know.”

“What don’t I know then. Enlighten me,” he leans back looking at you.

“It's hard, okay. drop the Jimmy thing please,” you beg.

“Yeah, sure we can talk about something else,” Matthew says finishing his coffee.

#jimmy snuggerud x reader

[bunihyo]

could you write a tiny oneshot of anetra and sasha where they’re on a school issued field trip (I see them as the teachers, though.) and accidentally lose one of the kids? panicked girlies running around with their heads off.

and they get distracted flirting 🥹 my silly girls I love them sm and I love you for suggesting this. kind of went off in a diff direction, but I hope you still enjoy it!! <3

(1.2k)

A dull ache in Anetra’s shoulder causes her to sigh, a thump in her chest.

It’s loud enough to catch the attention of her tired coworker, Sasha, who turns to face her. “You okay?” She speaks gently, walking up beside the younger woman who surveys children kicking around dodge balls with wide grins. Sasha’s hand falls to the dip in Anetra’s back, and this simple action makes her slightly jump. She turns to look slightly behind her and meet the eyes of Sasha. Laced with concern.

“What?” She sputters, face slightly flushing at the proximity. Sasha tilts her head, and Anetra suddenly recalls what she said. “Oh, sorry. Yes, I’m okay. Just some pain in my shoulder. From the game.” She manages to speak despite her coworkers hand still lingering on her back.

Sasha frowns. “Don’t push yourself into an early retirement, Neech.” She chuckled gently and managed to make the younger teacher crack a grin. “Take it easy. You don’t need to be running around with the kids twenty-four seven.”

“Don’t I though?” Anetra cocked her head to the side, a teasing grin overtaking her features. “I am the P.E teacher, after all.”

Sasha rolls her eyes. “That doesn’t mean you should be bending and rushing around the way you do. No human should be that flexible.”

“You haven’t seen flexible yet.” Anetra winks, quickly turning to look back at the kids as an embarrassed blush arises on her face. “Um, anyways. Tell that to contortionists, Sash. Trust me, I’m all good.”

Sasha, still recovering from Anetra’s comment, clears her throat and shakes her head. “Where does it hurt?” Anetra lazily raises her left shoulder, and Sasha moved to land her hand there- pressing into it. “Does it hurt when I do this?”

Anetra bits her lip and shakes her head. Sasha digs the pad of her thumb slightly lower and Anetra lets out a hiss. “Ah,” Sasha hums. “Gotcha.” She gently moved to cup Anetra’s shoulder and applies light pressure, messaging the area. Anetra sighs, she has to admit it feels— great.

“How’s it now?” Sasha questions, pulling away after a few lingering seconds.

Anetra rolls her shoulder, the pain is still there but only slightly and isn’t as prominent as before. She hums. “Great, actually. Thank you,” She breathes out. Sasha nods affirmatively and Anetra grabs her whistle. “I think it’s time we go, forty til lunch.”

Sasha nods and gently covers her ears as Anetra blows the device, then allowing it to drop back against her chest. “Okay ya’ll! Let’s take attendance and then go back for some lunch!” She calls. The kids drop their dodge balls and rush over, lining up in a messy and panting line. Anetra smiles softly at them, and Sasha swoons at the small gesture.

“Alrighty, Miss Colby if you could handle attendance?”

Sasha forces a nod and begins to list off names, each child raising their hands when present. “Good, good. Riley…Miles…Steph…Ryan?” She calls gently, filtering through the group of kids. “Riley is he still in the bathroom?”

The tiny girl shrugs and Sasha sighs, turning to Anetra. “I’ll be right back. He’s probably still in there.” Anetra gives her a nod, watching her rush off to the locker rooms, where the bathrooms were. Sasha gently hollers in for the small boy, receiving no response. “Ryan? Come on buddy, we gotta get home!”

“Is he in there?” Anetra calls. Sasha turns and shakes her head. “Where is he then?”

“I don’t know. Maybe we should check around for him.” Anetra pursed her lips as Sasha comes back over, a worried expression now on her face. “We can’t leave the kids alone though.”

Anetra sighs. “It’s okay, I’ll go look for him. He couldn’t have gone far. He’s what, five?”

“Yeah.” Sasha takes in a deep breath and sighs it out. “I’ll watch the kids.”

Anetra hums, turning and leaving the gymnasium. Sasha turns to the children and pushes her hands onto her hips. “Are you guys sure you haven’t seen where Ryan went?” Unanimously the kids all shake their heads. Sasha sighs and looks around quietly, awaiting Anetra’s return. But five minutes pass by, and the taller woman still isn’t back.

“Was Ryan kidnapped?” A small blonde girl questions, and Sasha shakes her head quickly.

“Of course not.” Sasha comforts, though her demeanor gives away that she’s entirely stressed out. She contemplates before turning to the kids. “Okay, guys. I’m gonna give you some extra time to play, okay? I’m just gonna go help Miss Anetra find Ryan.”

The kids all cheered, rushing to grab the dodge balls again. “Don’t leave!” Sasha coached, turning and rushing right toward the door. She knew she shouldn’t leave the children alone, but Anetra was taking far to long to find the actual missing one. She quickly fled the gymnasium and walked briskly down a long lit hallway, hissing out Ryan and Anetra’s names.

“Anetra? Where are you?” She questions, rushing around like a mad woman. Her head peaks into every room, never finding the girl however. Or the child, of course. “God, don’t tell me you got lost too.” She hisses to herself, trying to look everywhere.

Her search winds up leading her to nothing, and as genuine fear begins to set in, until she rounds the corner and finds the girl she’d been searching for— crouched and trying to comfort a small child. “Anetra! There you are,” Sasha breaths, rushing forward and catching the attention of Anetra.

“Sash? What’re you doing here? Who’s with the kids?”

“Never-mind that, what took you so long?” Sasha questions, eyeing the child near her. She catches sight of fresh tears on his face and instantly turns concerned, dropping to her knees in-front of him and placing two hands on his shoulders. “Ryan? Are you okay sweetie?”

“No one was playing with him in dodge ball,” Anetra speaks gently. “He felt left out.”

Sasha’s heart clutches in her chest, she frowns. “Awh love…” She whispers, bringing the small boy in for a hug. “Why didn’t you say anything? We would’ve played with you.”

The small kid in her arms sniffled and shrugged. “Please come to us next time,” Anetra coached. “We won’t let you be left out again.”

He nods solemnly and Sasha gently hoists him up. “Come on buddy,” She slightly grunts, getting him comfortable in her arms. “Let’s get you back to the others. It’s nearly lunch.”

She turns to Anetra who nods and joins her at her side, the pair beginning to walk. Silence falls between them as they quietly travel down the halls, twisting and turning to get back to the gymnasium. “I got worried,” Sasha breathes. “When you didn’t come back.”

“I’m sorry,” Anetra apologizes, looking forward. “I found him, and went to walkie back to you. But then I saw he was crying,” She shrugged. “I figured he needed help. I know— I should have called back to you first.”

“No,” Sasha shakes her head. “It’s nice. What you did.” She smiles down at the ground. “You’re a good person, Neech.”

Anetra’s heart, again, thumps in her chest. Though, this time she’s sure it’s not because of her shoulder pain.

I love my little babies

#dd writes sashnetra ׂׂૢ #sashnetra #anetra #sasha colby #sasha x anetra #sashnetra ilysm #rupauls drag race #drag fiction #fanfiction #anon asks #anon <3 #dd loves writing

[mystxmomo]

IDV fic and artist recommendation list.

On curiouscat I recently got a question about authors and artists in the idv fandom that I would recommend for people interested in my content. Given that I mostly write Game Five and Edgar content these days, that is what I am assuming they're after. Anyway! I broke character limit on curiouscat. On top of that, it is far easier to recommend fics and artists on tumblr, where I can like, directly link out to them.

So! Here's a few fics and authors I recommend for this fandom. It turned less into a recommendation list of "Content like mine" and more just an all around recommendation list (though, I was sure to include a lot of recs as to reasons I like their content.)

If this is your introduction to the IDV fandom - Thatttttts great! Sorry ahead of time. The unfortunate reality of my life is that I've been in this fandom for roughly going on 3 years soon. As such, some of these authors have long since moved onto bigger and better things. Still - It's worth appreciating those that built the base we ride on.

Disclaimer one - A lot of these authors write explicit content. Some of these fics are explicit by nature. Check the warnings before you go into them.

Disclaimer two - Some of these people are my friends, and I'm absolutely bias to their writing as a result. That's the way these things fall in communities as small as these. I have put everything in alphabetical order, so you won't know who I know. :devil imp emoji:

FANFIC AUTHORS

Anonymous - Who the fuck are you. How are you going to drop “Halibut“ on us and then just run away. It’s an absolutely fantastic character study/Smut piece for Wu Chang and José and the day they come back is the day I thrive. Please read this and give them a comment (I’m a hypocrite and haven’t yet - I should probably do that soon)

annelester (meimentomori) - I need to recommend all of the character studies and platonic explorations I can FIND. “the weight of it all“ Is a FANTASTIC Annie Exploration. “unforeseen circumstances“ is another Annie fic which I think hanles her voice perfectly, and I personally really like her fic “but i still stop and stare (every time that you call)“ which is a Michiko/Mary fic (I really like Michiko/Mary) and, of course, And/Luca with “keep me in the dark“

ArguablyMelon - I miss this author. Their Nort/Naib fanfics are fundamental to the tag. I personally really like “The Past Knows How to Knock“ Which is a reincarnation au thats just fantastically done. “I'll be here.“ Is one of their earlier fics that I personally still think holds up, and with my weak spot for Zombie au’s, I absolutely have to recommend “At Road's End, You're Still There“

Ampenah - They only have one fic I can recommend you, and I can praise a lot of things about it. Despite that, I will be putting a pin in only one. This is a Nort/Luca fic. Despite that, the thing that sticks out the most to me in “Fang and Claw (Tooth and Nail)“ is the Patricia characterization. There’s so much love and care put into her characterization, and I cannot recommend it enough for that reason alone.

It’s also just a solid plot. Set largely in the viper essence.

ethelel - I don’t normally like Hanahaki Disease. But I really liked their KevJose fic “baptisia“ and I think thats a huge praise for both of those accounts. They’ve done a few KevJose fics worth looking into, “like you a latte" Being a nice coffee shop au and “suojelija“ being more angst, with an appearance by wu-chang to boot.

Eversleeping - Absolutely fundamental author to the AndLuca community. She's been around since before I have, and deserves nothing but the upmost respect for her influence.

Anyway, here's her porn.

If you know her for anything, it's probably "amperage" or "relay" Which are some of her older fics. They're both sort of character studies and relationship masquerading as smut ; Following this trend, and on the more safe for work side of things, is "an eden of our own" Which is a personal favorite of mine. She also started up mothman!drew, which is iconic. ("the demon of lutz cemetery")

"Folio" is her anthropology series, though quite a few of them have breached containment and become their own fics. This is a good introduction to her writing, as you get a good taste of her characterization. "spoils" is andlucanort at it's finest.

fairydolls - Has mostly done edluca and VALE content, but I need to start with how I was introduced to their fics “across the table“ Which is a Luca & Tracy fic. The next fic I would recommend of theirs is then their EdLuca fic “en août“ which is a historically accurate exploration into their relationship. And then. I’ll drop this final one without any explanation, and implore you to read it even if you lack context. “edluca tumblr davekat kindating adventures“ Yes I’m serious. Yeah, it holds up. I’m sure it surprises them as much as it surprises you.

funeralphoto - I’m actually only going to recommend you one fic of theirs. It’s old, it’s discontinued. It’s a comedy, and it’s wonderful. “you have 1 pending follow request“

ghastimafrix - Once again, I have to recommend the platonic fanfic exploration first. “ritual sacrifice“ Is a great Edgar and Antonio interaction fanfic, but is part of a larger overall series “lonely, together“ Which has three fics in total. I’ve managed to contain most of my VALE deepcut up until this point, but their fic “stories in skin“ is a great vale exploration from Edgar’s pov. We love Edgar here. Here’s one exploring his trauma in “the past is“. Given that, mind the warnings on it. They’ve also done one of the classic EdLuca fic’s “i wish i could show you more of yourself“

glueskin - PLEASE read their series “í tunglsljósinu þú breytist í blátt húm“ I cannot recommend this series enough. The characterization is incredible, the premises are memorable. I think that their writing honestly influenced my Luca characterization to this day.

gvldenratio - Eddrew author of the hour. His most recent fic “thanks be to god“ Is one of my personal favorites. I really like the character interacts in that one in particular. I also think that the characterization in his platonic fic for Luca and Aesop is really incredible “who do you long for“ and his “Kinktober 2022“ fic collection has a few pairings like Edgar/Norton and Aesop/Victor that I think a few people that follow me might like. Most of his profile is genshin and Eddrew, all with absolutely wonderful Edgar characterization.

Mind the warnings when going into fics, of course.

 howthewindsarelaughing - Is a comparatively newer author in the fandom, but what they’ve published so far is incredibly memorable. I personally really like their short “Ghost in the Machine“ Because. As I will later mention on this list, Antonio/Edgar is a guilty pleasure ship. but they also do a fantastic Antonio/Andrew fic in “Icarus“ If you like the White Tombstone settings, they’ve also done “Me and Mine“ and “Sleep Study“

 hurricain - Please read “yellow flags“ I’m begging you to read Yellow Flags. It’s a Norton/Aesop fic. Another hidden gem in the fandom is his Vera/Aesop fic “l'odeur de charogne“. Both of these fics are incredible memorable explorations into each of these characters, with absolutely fantastic voices for all of them.

However, he’s also done some more common ships like.  “I Was Fucked Dry By The Painter And Lived To Tell The Tale ! ! ! Vol. 1“ which is an Eddrew fic, and “watching you, beautifully“ Which is an Aesop/Eli fic.

 Komilk - If you’re here for José, this is another author for you. She mostly specializes in José/Joseph, and her fic’s “(blood)thirst“ and “crime of passion“ are really good introductions to her characterization. But I personally also really like her Kevin/Aesop “"I'm asking you" Fic a whole lot, and my introduction to her fanfiction was actually the anthropology she did for kinktober “What happens in the manor stays in the manor... “ Which has a few Edgar’s in there (Aesop/Edgar and Aesop/Edgar/Joseph)

MagnaAlmaMater - I’m going to be honest with you, of everyone on this list I find Alma’s writing style to be the most haunting. She drops a new chapter of her fanfic and it sits with me for days. While the fic is Andrew-centeric, her Edgar characterization in “Qui absolvisti” is so palpable. That fic in particular actually focuses on quite a few different characters, and has been running since 2020. If you’re going to read anything of her’s, give that one a look through. Mind the tags, however. She doesn’t shy away from heavy themes on a lot of her stories, but they’re all wonderfully handled and explored.

If you like Norton/Melly, you’ll probably Like “Yukon“ Her Melly characterization is absolutely incredible, and It’s been getting some beautiful fanart recently. “Suit Of Cups“ is Naib/Edgar centeric, and another one with a wonderful Edgar voice. You definitely should mind the tag warnings on that one though.

mauye - Once again, you might actually know her stuff already. Her Edgar characterization in "Craving" (Long boy) and (the much shorter) "old dog learns new trick" is legendary. Craving is an Edgar/Everyone fic, and Old dog learns new tricks is EdLuca. I don't engage with Aesdrew often, but "speak softly, so that one may come closer to hear" scratched an itch I didn't know I had the first time I read it. Their most recent fic is a Nortnaib fic, which is a personal deepcut ship for me ("muscle memory")

NightLamb - Does a Lot of Edgar content, with some rare pairings at that, so of course I’m bound to like their stuff. They only have three fics right now, and “Little Red“ is an Eddrew fic of their’s I like a lot. Mind the warnings on their content, a lot of it isn’t for everyone.

pansythoughts // PansyFennelRue - Does fantastic Luca-centeric content. More often then not that's AlvaLuca and NortLuca, but she's also done some great VALE content. It's worth plucking through her profile, but her stories "A Current to Purify" and "Treatise on the Nature of Change" are a great introduction to her writing.

If you're interested in LucaNort side of things, a hidden gem is her COA fic "Every Breath That Comes Before" If you're here for José, she's done KevJosé in "Spending time chasing ghosts" and EdJosé for a Secret Santa in "Keep Painting Doorways". Also give her femslash some love, she's done Martha/Demi ("Pensive, Theatrical, Thoughtful") and MaryDemi ("Powerful (With a Little Bit of Tender)") and I think those deserve more attention then they get.

Raddish - has moved onto other fandoms, but from my bookmarks alone I give you their TonTon fic “The Things That Come Up While Doing Laundry“ Which is a nice PTSD exploration, their Antonio/Andrew fic “From The Beginning, Con Moto“ and “Family Ties“ One of the few family fic’s that actually managed to keep me engaged. They’ve done quite a few more pairings, as an understatement, so it’s worth scrolling through their profile and seeing what they’ve left.

Rainbow Renaissance - If you've dipped your nose into the Kevin/Edgar tag, you've absolutely seen them around. They actually kinda sold me on Kevin, which. If you've followed me for a while. Don't worry about it.

Of their Kevgar fics, "Tempus Fugit" is a wonderful character and relationship study. "Manzoku" and "Porfiado" are nice stage play au smut style smuts, and I personally kept returning to "Ukiyo"

Of the fics of their's that aren't Kevgar "Extremis" is a lovely Wu/Edgar and "Eros" is riding high as one of the only other José/Edgar fics in the tag. Bless them. I've re-read it A Few Times.

skullfuckery - Has done exactly one fic. This was in the early days of Edgar’s existence, and so “shut up and put on the maid dress“ Feels like something I need to dig from the depths and actually recommend

Soulmarionetter - Soulmarionetter has actually also been around for a while, and as such she has a bit of a backlog worth shuffling through! Her most recent fanfiction "Monomito" is an Aesop/Frederick fic with absolutely fantastic characterization, though it's just started recently and only has one chapter. I! really like! "Onwards (and downwards)" But Antonio/Edgar is a secret sleeper agent ship of mine, so I was bound to like that one. They did Demi/Vera for a zine ("Perfect Blend") and have a small, contained Edgar/Luca series in ("serendipia")

As a bonus, because I always like recommending platonic fics, they have a really nice Vera & Naib fic you should dip your toes in ("count on me")

tragicperformer - Is a Joscarl author, largely. As such, I feel like I should probably introduce them through their "post-canon joscarl series" It has 11 fics in it and is roughly 22k words in, so I feel like with that alone you’ll probably find a bit to read through. Their chapter fic “Between the Lines” Also is incredibly characterized. It’s stageplay au based - Not just in setting, but on principle.

With that said, they don’t just do JosCarl! Their Ed/Luca fic - “to be again” sits with me to this day, and (Remember Nortnaib deep-cuts me hard) I really personally enjoy “surrender“ Of their recent Edgar focused fics, I cannot recommend “precipice” Enough. Mind the warnings on that one, however. It’s a Dream Witch/Edgar fic, and it plays into the horrors of Dream Witch really, really well.

Quinzel25 - I wait with baited breath for them to update “His Lost Memories“ Which is a KevJose fic. It’s also the only fic they’ve done.

Fan-Artists

Despite posting this to tumblr, I’m mostly linking twitter profiles. That is because that’s just kinda where the fandom is most active these days. QQ. Alas. Again, a lot of these artists are 18+ Accounts.

This one is in no particular order, because I’m just going through my follower list at this rate. I’ll give a brief rundown of what they do, but go through their media tab. I cannot give you my entire twitter following list - so here’s the list of people that does game five and edgar content on my feed

篠山 - Mostly Kev/Jose. Occassionally does Vale content.

らお子 - Mostly does Kevin Content

冷楓雲_black-nyanko // @sc6557cc - KevJose

Cringe Central • kevin morgan // @tokobokos - Big Kevin Enjoyer, does Kevin-Centeric ships

쥐치 // @jjakgu - Edgar and Game Five content.

木兆���義 // @Macc5_a_li - Ed/Jose and VALE

ハタ// @momocadesho - Ed/Jose and various other Edgar ships.

nas // @nas_1005 - Jose content.

온혜 // @on_identity - Vera focused, occasionally more Game Five Centered

A_Drawn_Sketch // @p0oplord69 - Follow them for Jose and Kevin centeric content. Does quite a bit of EdJose too.

Javol // @Javol_cowpho - Jose content.

SIRATAMA // @SIRATAM03235614 - Jose Content

前座 // @zazazapt2 JOSE CONTENT AND THEY draw him like a pathetic cat that got dunked in a lake!!

彼 // @ShiRo_Art5 - Edgar content QQ

688 // @BIGCARTEL@_six88 - Edgar and Bane is what I know them for, but they do a lot of content for very niche characters

Edluca NSFW comic soon!  | Locke // @42431235L - Kevin, Edgar, and Game Five. Their AO3 account is actually on this list.

维末尾 // @wimwi9 - Edgar Edgar Edgar Edgar Edgar their edgars are VERY small and VERY cute.

kalista // @_bloodwine_ - Edgar.

church of andrew christ // @bornagainwhore - Eddrew.

The Saiki _Wolf // @WolfSaiki -Ed/Luca but Edgar.

I’m sure I’ll come back and add a few as they pop up on my feed, but this should be a decent list.

Enjoy me rec’s.

#Identity V #Recommendations #Fic Recs

[ryuichirou]

Replies~

Hi! Here are some more replies. A couple of general ones, and then quite a lot twst and ships related~

Anonymous asked:

I always assumed it was the royal we. Honestly still probably gonna assume that for both of you, ya dropped this 👑 👑

Oh god 😭 Never expected us to become royalty, you’re too kind, Anon lol I should keep my ego in check!! But then again, the crown is so shiny and nice… Maybe I shouldn’t….

Katsu is going to end up managing both me and our kingdom lol

Anonymous asked:

So I just learned that creator of black butler also is also in charge of the main plan, main script AND character design for twisted wonderland and I was wondering if you knew that cause I aware that you're also into black butler so I just thought it was an  interesting fact

Yeah, of course! It was one of the reason we got so into TWST in the first place. Toboso is such a hard worker that loves her projects so much, it’s very inspiring and admirable. We love her writing a lot and wouldn’t be in twisted wonderland at all if it wasn’t for her, especially for her writing.

Anonymous asked:

I will always find Floyd calling Kalim 'Sea Otter' hilarious because otters are little shits and some of them even eat eels and octopus.

I had to google it, and oh my god you’re so right. There are so many images of sea otters eating both eels and octopuses, Kalim is HELLA DANGEROUS-

Floyd is usually so spot-on with his nicknames though, and with Kalim he just said something about him being cute. He… should know, right?

hipsterteller asked:

I saw the azul x idia pocky shame for Idia although I wonder if Crewel knows and does that to Trein

Crewel is definitely aware about the game; he is still quite a youngster after all. But I think it depends on his mood. If he is playful, he could tease Trein with the pocky thing, just to see him get confused, and then flustered, and then say something about Crewel being immature. He’ll still manage to make Trein play the pocky game with him though. Maybe after Trein loses to him in chess or something~

Anonymous asked:

RSA!Silver AU aka Silver's Harem of Boyfriends that he oblivious to having

He’s going to be so confused when people start calling him a cheater for being with so many guys at once :”(

Anonymous asked:

Wait if Neige is shipped w Vil and Epel does that mean he's a top

Yep! Well, to us he is. We haven’t thought much about anything nsfw with him yet though, but I guess the trope of a soft and gentle princessy prince works very well with him. (Especially if you play with the idea of him being unexpectedly and unintentionally creepy)

Anonymous asked:

Lol imagine the dwarves giving Epel a shovel talk when they find out that he kissed Neige.

That would be unexpected lol And funny.

Although I feel like the dwarves are going to do something worse than a shovel talk. They’re probably going to be so horribly, terribly, satanically nice and delightful about this whole thing, that Epel would think that he would rather have them threaten him for kissing their precious Neige. These guys are way too supportive, it’s messed up!!

Anonymous asked:

Ace has definitely walked in on FloJami fucking in the locker room after basketball practice more than once

Lucky Ace!! People don’t usually survive this one, but he managed to do it more than once?! – wow that sounds like a slogan for a movie...

I guess Floyd is doing such a great job at fucking Jamil that poor Jamil stopped noticing his surroundings. Truly impressive, as expected of our local sex machine lol

Or maybe Jamil did notice Ace? Then Ace had to sit through such an annoying lecture of paranoia-driven Jamil about how he can’t tell anyone about this… Siiiiiigh! Ace just wants people to stop having sex left and right. 😔

Anonymous asked:

How I imagine Ortho x Vil would go:

Ortho & Vil: *missing their own business on a date*

Random Person: So the rumors are true! Vil really is so desperate for a date and so lacking in options that he resorted to getting an AI boyfriend! How pathetic!

Ortho: Silence, Background Character!  *Uses his laser beam on them *

Vil: I appreciate the sentiment, but please don't make a habit of it. My reputation would take a big hit.

Awww, poor Ortho, no one lets him use his laser beam anymore :( He’s just trying to silence non-important people who have nothing nice to say~

Such a little yandere lol, I’m sorry Vil, you’ll have to get used to it.

Anonymous asked:

Woke up in the middle of the night with a burning question to send here, but alas, I forgor..... 🤔 well, goodnight 🚶‍♂️

LOL goodnight, Anon!! I hope you remember your burning question when you get some rest…

#replies

[sirowsky]

A Little Menace 3

Well, shit. I should've known I wouldn't be able to keep this from escalating. I'm still not thinking full-on series for this, but maybe a five-part miniseries? Maybe six... Anyway, things get a little steamy between you and Din in this part.

Rating: Mature 18+ONLY Warnings: ornithophobia (fear of birds), cursing, yearning, some light smut, implied bad maternal relationship, modern!din, din djarin x female reader, no use of y/n, no description of reader. Human boy Grogu. Word Count: 2240 Author’s Masterlist

Link to Part 1 Link to Part 2 Link to Part 4 Link to Part 5

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   The following morning is a Friday, and you’re up at the crack of dawn for no discernible reason, crawling out of bed almost the instant your eyes open, as if you’ve been restless even in your sleep.

   You’re a self-employed web-designer, creating sites and webpages for companies and private citizens alike, so you have some freedom over how much and when to work over the course of a day or week. But today, you get literally nothing done.

   The entire morning is spent repeatedly sitting down to work, only to bounce up again within two minutes, unable to keep your mind off Din for any length of time, constantly staring at the clock on the wall and being disappointed that it hasn’t moved further.    But then somehow, there’s suddenly only an hour left until they’re due to show up, and you fucking panic.

   You’re supposed to cook for them, but you’ve been so distracted by your own wildly inappropriate fantasies all day, that you haven’t even checked your fridge to see what you’re gonna make.    A quick glance has you settling on tacos. Lazy perhaps, but easy and quick to make and most kids love it. And he seems like the kind of guy who’s gonna be happy as long as his kid’s happy, so you’re sure he won’t be disappointed.

   It’s still not quite done when the doorbell rings, so you call for them to come in while you stay in the kitchen to do the last of the chopping and keep and eye on the minced meat-sauce.    Grogu comes running into the kitchen and hugs you around the waist, which you’re not at all prepared for, but you quickly drop the knife to wrap your arms around his shoulders.

   “Hey, buddy. How’d you know I needed a hug today?” you smile through the words and when he pulls away, he looks up and smiles back before letting go of you. “Thank you so much, Grogu.”

   He turns and goes to take a seat by the table, just as Din walks in.    For a moment, your pulse doubles and your vision blurs, showing only him in crisp detail, but then you register his expression, and the bubble of ridiculously distracting infatuation pops. Because while he meets your eyes and gives you a polite smile, he’s not happy.    He looks… low. Despondent.

   “What’s the matter?” you blurt out without thinking.

   His son is in the same room and you’re certain that he won’t wanna talk about whatever’s bothering him in front of a six-year-old. And more to the point, what exactly makes you think that he’d wanna talk to you about it at all?

   Unsurprisingly, he shrugs and makes a generic comment about work, designed to take all drama out of the situation. You know that response all too well, you’ve always been the one to keep people at arm’s length, but it still makes you sad.    Not because you’re disappointed that he won’t confide in you, he barely even knows you, but just because you want him to be happy.

   You let it go, and since you recognize all the little tells he’s giving off, signalling that he’s just not in the mood for making small talk, you keep your focus on his son for the rest of their stay.

   Grogu does great though. He comes out on the balcony without needing you to turn it into a game first, listening attentively as you tell him more about the birds. He even steals a few glances at the magpies that are sitting on the ground, but you refrain from talking about them just yet.    His natural curiosity is good, and you want to give him the opportunity to study them on his own terms first.

   Like yesterday, Din watches from the sofa, but when it’s time for the kid to have his reward, his father stands.

   “Is it alright if I leave you guys for a while? I’ve gotta take care of something, but it shouldn’t take very long.” he asks, and you turn to Grogu.

   “Sure, I think we can manage, right?”

   The kid nods, still fully immersed in the puzzle, and Din leaves shortly after.    You try not to be too concerned by his sudden shift in behaviour, reminding yourself that you know almost nothing about him, but you can’t help but wonder what’s going on, when he was so interested and flirty just yesterday.    And when he hasn’t come back after more than an hour, you can’t hold the burning questions in anymore.

   “Grogu, is your dad okay? It’s alright if he isn’t, we all struggle sometimes, I just wanna know if there’s anything I can do to help him.” you try, fully expecting him not to answer you.

   “It’s mom.” he says, without breaking his concentration, and you’re suddenly stunned into silence. “She’s not nice to him. It makes him sad.”

   You really hadn’t expected more than a nod or shake of his head, at the most, so this very revealing answer is entirely shocking. Both because of the nature of Din’s shift in behaviour, but also because of the fact that the child actually told you.

   “Oh, Grogu… I’m so sorry to hear that. Is she nice to you, though?” you ask, still prepared for him to not reply, but he continues to surprise you.

   “Not really. Just for show. …I don’t like her.” he says, pausing before the last part as if he thinks that it’s something he shouldn’t say.

   Well, fuck that. If his own mother is false enough to make him think that, then as far as you’re concerned, he’s right to speak up about it.

   “I don’t know her, obviously, but she sounds horrible. Do you ever have to stay with her or are you always with your dad?” you ask, hoping to ascertain if this is a shared custody situation, or if Din is the sole guardian.

   “Just dad.” he replies simply, and you breathe a sigh of relief that the kid isn’t being forced to spend time with someone that obviously isn’t a good person.

   “I’m glad to hear that, sweetheart.”

   You’re both quiet for a while after that, you assisting while he works on the LEGO, slowly making progress, before he once again manages to shock you.

   “I like you.” he suddenly whispers, as if he’s been sitting on it for a while and just wanted to get it out, probably afraid that you’ll reject him, a thought that utterly shatters your heart.

   “Thank you, Grogu. I really like you too.” you say, rounding the table to hug him, and he actually leaves the puzzle in favour of hugging you back.

   You stay there, right beside him when he returns to it, and there’s a lightness to him now, a kind of joy that comes from comfort and trust and it makes you both happy and proud to see it.    Secretly, you hope that you’ll get to be his introduction to what a good female role-model is, regardless of whether or not you get any closer to his father.

   Din returns about half an hour later, looking even worse when he first steps into your living room again. But his entire being seems to brighten when he sees his son, sitting in your lap now, smiling and laughing as you’re teasing him with tiny tickles behind his neck while he’s trying to concentrate.

   “Oh, no!” you giggle, “Your dad’s coming to save you from my tickles, what am I gonna do?”

   Din breaks into a joyous laugh as his son squeals when your fingers travel down his ribs, making him squirm involuntarily. Then he joins the game, coming to steal the kid away from you and you feign defeat, throwing yourself on the floor in mock surrender.

   “No! He’s too strong, I can’t stop him… oh, no!” you shout, as Din picks up Grogu and swoops him into the air.

   “Ha ha! I’ve got you, kid, let’s fly!” he announces, before holding the boy above his own head and moving him through the room as if he was an airplane.

   But the game ends too soon, when Din announces that it’s past Grogu’s bedtime and starts heading for the front hall, and the sadness from before soon finds its way into his features once more.    The kid protests with his usual sounds of disapproval, but he knows that he still has to listen, and obediently follows his father, but stops when they reach the door, turning back to come and hug you one more time.

   You hold him close, as you pick him up and carry him back to the door.

   “I had so much fun today, sweetie, thank you.” you coo while still holding him, turning your eyes on Din before asking, “Maybe you can come back tomorrow?”

   But before the man has a chance to answer you, the boy pulls back in your arms and twists his little body to look his father in the eye.

   “Can we, daddy? Please!”

   Din’s entire being seems to go into shock, and he just stands there, staring from his son to you and back again, over and over while he tries to recover.

   “O-of course, buddy.” he finally manages, and the kid whoops and hugs you one more time before you put him down and he hurries home to go to bed.

   But his father lingers in your hallway, pulling the door almost shut after he makes sure that Grogu gets their door open and goes inside.

   “I’ve never heard him sound like that in front of someone else.” he says, and there’s a tremor in his voice and a wetness in his eyes that speaks of strong emotions coursing through him. “What happened while I was gone?”

   “I was worried about you, so I asked him if he thought you were okay, and he told me about his mother.” you explain in a hushed voice, and his expression pales.

   “He-… he never talks about her. I’ve been trying for years to get him to feel okay about talking about her, but he never does.” he says incredulously, and you shrug.

   “I guess I make him feel safe. And if his experiences with women are that they lie and hurt people he cares about, then that’s a huge step forward.”

   He just stares at you for a moment, and then suddenly he’s everywhere as his broad frame envelops you in a tight hug.    His scent overpowers you, the feel of his body against yours amplifying that sensation until you’re unaware that the rest of the world even exists, struggling to keep hold of a single thought anymore.    But you have to. You need to remember that this isn’t him being romantic, just grateful, meaning that if you give in to your impulses right now, he probably won’t appreciate it.

   Even so, you’re trembling with the flood of heat and desire that’s pumping through your veins when he pulls back, so you quickly step away, braiding your fingers together behind your back and keeping your face as hidden as you can without being rude.

   “So, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then.” you croak, your voice hoarse from the force of your own pulse.

   But then he says your name, and not in a normal conversational tone either. He says it deeply, hungrily, and you stop breathing, unable to keep your eyes from seeking his, and unable to cope with the look that meets you.    Again, your knees buckle, but in one long stride he’s right there once more, all around you, but this time it isn’t gratitude he wants to show you.

   Tiny explosions erupt in every inch of your skin when he kisses you.    And when your body responds, almost without your knowledge, and entirely beyond your understanding, the intensity of his desire flares and he suddenly has you up against a wall, lifting your legs to wrap around his hips while he licks into your mouth and invites your tongue to a wet dance.  

   All traces of the shy and bashful guy that’s been trading flirtations with you for the past two days, are all gone.    He knows exactly what he wants now, and he doesn’t care if he embarrasses himself trying to show you that, all of which is turning you on even more, until you desperately break away from his lips before you pass out.

   You can feel him through his jeans, hard against your sex as he’s pressing into you to hold you up against the wall, even as he starts to calm himself.    Taking deep, shuddering breaths, you both try to regain your senses, because this isn’t the time or place. Grogu’s all alone and waiting for his father.    It takes a few minutes, but eventually Din lets go of your legs and eases you down before he wills himself into stepping back.

   You both chuckle a bit nervously at your own childish lack of restraint, and you’re sure that you look just as ridiculous as he does, with dishevelled clothes, blown pupils and flushed skin, but neither of you really cares.    You can’t think of anything to say, and apparently neither can he. So instead, he slowly makes his way back to the door and you watch him leave, fighting the urge to tell him that you’re definitely gonna touch yourself to the memory of this before you fall asleep tonight.

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Thank you for reading, and feel free to criticize, I’m always looking to learn and grow as a writer.

@deadhumourist @idreamofboobear @tanzthompson @winter-fox-queen @tiffanyleen @shsoba05 @toomanystoriessolittletime @nolanell @myfavpedrothings @harriedandharassed @bruxasolta @tintinn16 @pedrostories @littlemisspascal @sj-draws00 @gallowsjoker @spishsstuff @little-mrs-morales @bilibiche

#din djarin neighbor #din djarin x female reader #din djarin fanfiction #din djarin x you #the mandalorian fanfic #mando x fem!reader #modern!au #modern!din #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal fanfiction

[shadamyheadcanons]

My thoughts on Sonic Frontiers

I really enjoyed it and appreciate everyone not spoiling it for me :) I meant to post about Frontiers months ago, but this took forever for some reason. Naturally, there’ll be spoilers under the cut.

(Are Frontiers details still considered spoilers? Idk. If they are, let me know!)

I like how many callbacks there were to previous characters and events. It made it feel like an actual narrative with greater stakes. There’s actual continuity now!

Tails and Knuckles were handled better than I ever could have anticipated. I haven’t loved them so much in years! I couldn’t ask for more.

Eggman and Sage are standouts. I’m interested to see how they’ll write Sage moving forward. I could see her feeling torn between supporting Sonic or Eggman.

I feel...conflicted about Amy in this game. Her compassion is there, at least, and she's not the bland cheerleader she was in Forces. She wasn’t a jerk like in Free Riders, either. Thing is, though, what I love most about Amy is how fierce she can be. It’s directly tied to her brand of kindness. She needs those strong feelings, both the good and the bad, to be her. And there was barely a glimmer of it in Frontiers. I was so excited when it finally popped up and she argued with Sonic about not doing enough to help the Kokos, but she backed off really quickly. She just got shut down.

I fear that the writers have decided a milder Amy is more “mature” than her fiery, feisty former self. I don’t want them to make her boring because they’re afraid of what she used to be. I’m scared that the Amy I grew to love is gone for good because people think she needs to be “Nice.”

She needs that energy. She needs that spark. She carries around a giant hammer, for Chaos’ sake. You can’t give her a giant hammer and then tell me she doesn’t have guts and a temper.

We already have Cream. We need Amy!

I’m hoping it’s just a side-effect of Frontiers’ somber setting. Ian Flynn *gets* her, so if they keep giving him more influence, then I have hope. And this is still an improvement in some ways.

As a side note, they really toned down her crush, huh? They emphasized how important love is to her (as they should), but none of it really seemed directed specifically at Sonic. Every time she mentioned love, she looked away from him. And if she’d decided to go on a journey to spread love around the world in literally any other game, she’d have invited him...but she didn’t in this one. And he showed no interest in joining her. Idk. I’m not saying she’s over him--I don’t think she is--but I’ve been seeing Sonic x Amy fans going nuts over this game for months now and calling them “canon,” and I don’t know why.

I saw far more chemistry between Sonic and Knuckles, no contest.

This game does a great job making use of the characters’ strengths. I love how Knuckles got to show his expertise with the ruins. I love how Amy was able to point out the freshly-recovered nature of Kronos Island, implying she goes back to the towns they’ve helped in the past and checks up on how they’re doing. In a game where Sonic’s friends can do so little, these details say a lot.

I was disappointed when Sonic’s cyber-corruption was immediately fixed by the cheesy “let’s hold hands” Power of Friendship deus ex machina moment. Cyber-corruption was built up for the entire game as something debilitating that couldn’t be easily fixed. Sonic was straight-up deteriorating, barely able to stand, and the stakes felt extremely high. Making it harder to undo all that--and bringing in his friends to do so and repay everything he’d been doing for them--would be ideal to me. This would have been the perfect place for the new story and playable characters they’ve promised! Give them their own missions! Use the corruption as a reason Sonic has to be sidelined! It’s obvious the devs were feeling the time crunch by that point in the game, so I don’t blame them too much, but it would’ve been seamless.

As it is, though, I am absolutely thrilled that I’ll get to play as Amy again!!! It’s been so long, and some leaks have been hinting at Origins Amy DLC, too!!

Give me the hammer! It’s! Her! Turn!

Finally, I’m really excited to see what they do with the time skip--or at least I’m assuming it’ll be a time skip. They’re all going on journeys and Tails literally said “You won’t even recognize me the next time you see me,” so I’d say it’s pretty cut-and-dried. New powers, designs, etc? Who knows?

#not a headcanon #sonic frontiers spoilers #sonic frontiers #i mostly wrote this to field any common questions #but feel free to send in frontiers asks now! i finally have some time

[iceeericeee]

A Birthday? In This Economy?

This oneshot is for @matxhstixkers. Happy birthday bestie!!!

(Also, so sorry if this is ooc, I haven’t seen Good Omens in a hot sec lololol) (also, I made up a random last name cos I don’t know what urs actually is fjdjdjs)

It was quiet in the bookshop, until Aziraphale burst through the door and started frantically scanning his mini calendar he kept on his desk. Apparently, he hadn't noticed Crowley lounging on his armchair, and who was now lying on the floor because he had fallen out from Aziraphale’s loud entrance.

"Angel, what's going on? Does it have something to do with heaven?"

His eyes finally landing on a specific date, he replied to Crowley, "Oh no, nothing that terrible. It's just... it's someone's birthday today, someone special, and I had forgotten."

“Well, what do you propose we do about it, then?”

“Oh, I don’t know… I had been thinking maybe we could pop over, and wish him a happy birthday!”

“Right, yeah. We should just waltz on over, unannounced, to tell some random human that they’re getting older. Fantastic, Angel.”

“But it’s not just someone random, Crowley! His great-grandmother was a dear friend of mine, back when heaven had an assignment for me across the pond. The Smith family is very important to me.”

“Oh, well now, that’s different.”

“Don’t be so sarcastic, dear.”

He raised his hands in defense.

“Anyway, I need to get him a gift, something special. Something he’d really like.”

“How about we get him a book, eh? If you somehow know him, then there’s a pretty darn good chance he’s likes books.” Crowley suggested.

Aziraphale bristled a bit at the idea. “You aren’t suggesting giving him one of my books, are you?”

“No, Angel. I’m saying we get him a brand new book.”

He settled a bit at that. “Oh, well, that’s a good idea then. What do you think he’d like? Should we get him something nonfiction? Or maybe something more fantastical?”

“I don’t know. You’re the one who knows him, not me!”

They scratched the idea, and thought some more.

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Aziraphale’s head popped up. “What if we got him a video game? All the kids nowadays love that sort of thing, don’t they?”

Crowley shrugged. “Yeah, sure. But what game would he want?”

He thought for a moment. “Oh! What about that newer one! ‘Fourteen days’, I think?”

“You mean ‘Fortnite’?”

Aziraphale nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, that’s the one!”

“No. It’s… how do I say this. It’s not exactly, new, anymore.”

“What do you mean? It came out only 7 years ago.”

Crowey sighed. “Look, Angel. These humans move fast. Like, ridiculously fast. Seven years ago to them might as well be a hundred years ago.”

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“Aziraphale, we’re not getting anywhere. Why don’t we compromise.”

He paused at that. “Well, alright. What did you have in mind?”

“How about, we send a card, yeah? A nice, simple, card. We’ll sign it, maybe put a bit of cash inside.”

He slowly nodded. “I guess.”

“Then we’ve come to an agreement.” With a small wave of his hand, a small, cheesy, happy birthday card and envelope appeared. With a flourish, Crowley wrote out a short happy birthday wish, and handed the card to Aziraphale. He, instead of something small, wrote out a long note, with more thoughtful undertones.

Aziraphale snapped his fingers, and there appeared a large sum of money — in pounds, of course.

“Nono, Angel. He’s American, remember?”

“Ohh yes. Thank you, dear boy.” And with another snap, it turned into American dollars.

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It’s a sunny Tuesday morning when Charlie’s mother has a strange feeling, the need to check the mail, even though it wasn’t due to come until midday. And when she opened the mailbox, there, sitting neatly in the very middle, was a letter addressed to the birthday boy. But, strangely, it had no return address. There weren’t even any stamps.

You can imagine, then, the surprise on Charlie’s face when he not only saw it, but also the excitement when he opened the wonderful card. The card in which he promptly hung up on his wall, displayed for him to see every morning.

#eeeee I hope you like it!! #toast tries to write #birthday present

[samwpmarleau]

25 Dialogue Prompts: 1, 10, 23 ❤️

For this meme. God only knows if the timeline is correct, I was too lazy to check 😬

23. “Wake up. Please.”

There’s no body to bury. Of course there isn’t. Katniss told it to her straight, didn’t leave out any details: Lizard mutts took their pound of flesh, and then the rest of him — and them — was blown to pieces. Katniss cries as she gives her report, though Annie doesn’t think she’s aware of it.

Annie doesn’t cry. Partly because it seems absolutely ridiculous, the notion that Finnick could survive two Games, survive his body being sold to the highest bidder on any given night, survive the nightmares she had to shake him awake from, survive all of that only to die on some mission. They’d just gotten married a week ago. There hasn’t even been enough time for Annie to get used to the feeling of the ring on her finger, nor the giddiness of envisioning their future free of all this bullshit.

And partly because she simply can’t believe it. It would be too much.

The denial works great, until it doesn’t. Until the black hole in the pit of her stomach that she’s been ignoring metastasizes, spreading and spreading. Until the ringing in her ears that she’s chalked up to merely an unusually long episode becomes too loud for her to think straight. Until she finds herself screaming into her pillow so loud and so often that her voice goes hoarse and her body exhausts itself into sleep.

After that, well, she doesn’t function much at all. For weeks she doesn’t, has only the energy to keep herself alive. And then one day, Katniss seeks her out again, Katniss who looks about the way Annie feels, and hands her a sheet of paper.

“Mom told me to give this to you.”

It takes a full thirty seconds for Annie to register what the paper says — she can’t even recall them doing a blood draw. Then her hand drifts to her stomach, her fingers splayed out across it.

“I read it, sorry,” says Katniss. “Congratulations, Annie.”

Congratulations? Annie wants to shriek.

She doesn’t, because Katniss doesn’t deserve it, but she can’t bring herself to reply either.

Almost accusingly, Katniss adds, “I miss him, too, you know.”

“I know.” She’d seen how close they’d grown, the shorthand they’d developed and the way they gravitated towards one another. An unlikely friendship, but Annie had been — is — immeasurably glad they’d forged it. “I’m sorry about Prim. I don’t remember if I told you that.”

“You had a good excuse.” Katniss taps the paper in Annie’s hand. “Mom did this on purpose, I think.”

“Did what on purpose?” Annie’s throat feels a bit scratchy. It’s been awhile since she’s spoken this much.

“Had me deliver this. Since Prim, I haven’t ... anyway. Prim would have lost her mind over a baby.”

A familiar vise crushes her chest, then the familiar warmth of tears wets her cheeks as she imagines her husband’s face had she had the chance to tell him. “Finnick, too.”

Annie startles as Katniss climbs over her, lies down beside her, and grabs her hand. She wouldn’t call Katniss a friend, really. She’s barely interacted with the girl. But all the same, she does nothing, says nothing, to get her to leave; instead, her hand tightens around Katniss’s, and for the first time in weeks, she feels a shift in the silence.

10. “Don’t worry about that right now, just hold on.”

“I don’t think I can do this, Jo. I can’t do this,” she says, and it’s not the first time — it’s far from the first time — but this is the first while her insides feel like they’re splitting open and a scream is dragged from her every minute. Well. Every six minutes, Johanna claims, but Annie thinks it can’t possibly be that long in between.

“Yes, you can,” Johanna snaps, gentle as an axe. She doesn’t wince, though, no matter how hard Annie squeezes her hand, and she’s here, isn’t she, regardless of all the complaining.

“I can’t.”

“Well, you fucking have to.” Johanna glares at her, and points to Annie’s distended belly. “You’re going to have a son in a few hours, and you’re gonna have to get your shit together. You don’t have a choice. Just ’cause Finnick’s dead doesn’t mean you get to check out.”

Annie forces herself to speak around the lump in her throat. “It isn’t only that. What if he ... I mean, I’m not ...”

Somewhere along the way, Johanna had learned to read her mind; or something, at least, because Annie can barely string two words together at the moment yet Johanna seems to know what she means.

“You’re a headcase, so what?” The question is rhetorical, Annie’s pretty sure. “You’re going to be the best damn mom in Panem. If I have to remind you of that every day until that kid’s grown, I will.”

It works, somehow. Somehow, Johanna’s brusque, abrasive encouragement brings her through the hours and hours of labor, and when everything settles and the baby’s contentedly at Annie’s breast, she tells her, “I’ve named him Mason.”

Johanna smiles, wider than Annie’s perhaps ever seen, her eyes shiny, and her voice is soft when she leans over to brush her finger along the baby’s cheek. “It’s nice to meet you, Mason.”

1. “You look at me, but you’re thinking about someone else entirely.”

Mrs. Everdeen tells her it’s normal to see signs — to want to see them — of someone you’ve lost in someone you still have. Something about processing trauma. Mrs. Everdeen had told her that when Annie looked into Mason’s eyes and saw far more green in them than blue; when Mason’s hair began growing in bronze, not brown; when he overtook her in height at just twelve.

And maybe Mrs. Everdeen is right, that it’s normal to see signs of someone you’ve lost in someone you still have. But which is true when the person she still has is the spitting image of the one she’s lost?

Oh, there are differences, of course. He isn’t Finnick, that’s true enough, but ... it’s hard, it’s really fucking hard, sometimes, to look at her son and not see his father.

Although she falls apart less often these days — she has friends, now, and time inevitably does scab over wounds — there are mornings where the sun will catch on Mason’s cheekbones just-so, or he’ll let out that warm, broad laugh of his that makes her head snap towards him because it’s Finnick’s, or say Johanna’s name with pitch-perfect inflection, and it’s all Annie can do not to tear her hair out.

It’s not fair of her to conflate one with the other, she knows it’s not fair, and she knows it’s past time for her to move on, but she can’t help it.

Finnick’s here, he’s always here, even though he isn’t.

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Location: Windslar, Windenburg

(transcript under the cut)

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Hello again! Long time no see. Work got crazy these last few weeks, and I had little time to get this episode out. Thankfully, I pulled through. I'm excited to show y'all the second episode of the Fosters series! Part 2 drops tomorrow.

Scene 1 - 28 Windslar

Haven (checking her phone): 7:00AM. Spectacular. Happy birthday to me.

(heads downstairs, scowling) And Chloe’s making breakfast. That’s just great. Oatmeal pancakes and protein shakes for everyone.

Josh: Hey, isn’t today your birthday?

Haven: Nothing gets past you.

Josh: Well, I hope your day improves. And I like your t-shirt.

Haven: Thanks. I stole it off some guy back in San Myshuno. Never got a chance to actually read Thrasher.

Josh: Really? I’ve got a couple of older copies that I brought with me. Consider it my gift to you.

Haven: You don’t have to do that.

Josh: Relax, it’s your birthday. I hardly read them, anyway.

Haven: Damn it. I’ll have to get them after school. Cassandra’s waiting for me out front.

Chloe: You’ll miss my pancakes...

Haven: I’ll live.

Scene 2 - Copperdale Prep

Cassandra (sheepishly): So...I probably should have checked to see if Dunkin’ was actually open before dragging you out of your house early...

Haven: Renovations. Shit happens. I’ll just eat a full lunch.

Luna (kissing Malcolm Landgraab): Missed you last night, Mackie. Thought you were going to come over.

Haven: Nevermind. I’ve lost my appetite.

Haven (going about her day): I’ve had worse birthdays, honestly. Nothing beats having glass bottles thrown at your head while trying to put a toddler to sleep. Stuffy uniforms and boring classes are heaven compared to that.

Wes (walking into class late): Another detention, ladies and gents. I’m thinking about going for the world record.

Haven: As much as I hate to admit it, Windenburg and Copperdale Prep are kind of growing on me.

Mostly thanks to Wes and Cassandra. Though Wes did invite his...situation to the get-together our foster parents are throwing for me later tonight, so he’s on my temporary shit list.

Haven (playing piano in a restaurant after school): I even managed to convince Solstice to let me practice on their grand piano on my days off from work. They think they’re cheating me by getting free performances. I just want the experience.

Scene 3 - 28 Windslar

(The birthday is a low-key affair at the Brookestone-Walker residence. All the foster kids are in attendance, along with Cassandra and Morgan.)

Haven: And fine, Morgan isn’t bad at all. She’s friends with Cassandra and Wolfgang, so she has to be cool. I guess it just feels weird to watch Wes focus his attention on someone else, even though I’m not interested in him at all.

Morgan (telling a story to Wes and Haven): You should have seen the look on her face! She had no idea we knew her favorite...

Haven: He’s like family to me now.

It’s strange learning how to fit into this new, makeshift family. I feel like I’m constantly saying the wrong thing. I’ve never cared so much about how people see me. I don’t know if I want them to like me...I just don’t want them to hate me.

(Audreyanna hands Haven a gift.)

Haven: I didn’t think you were going to get me anything.

Audreyanna: You only turn 17 once, Haven. I remember that age very well. I hope it’s your best yet.

Haven: Thank you.

Scene 4 - Outside 28 Windslar

(Morgan and Wes sneak outside.)

Morgan: I’ve been trying to figure you out for a while now.

Wes: And?

Morgan: And I’ve realized that it’s pointless. I simply am never going to get you.

Wes: I doubt that.

Morgan: You never give me a straight answer. You talk a big game but haven’t made a move. How are you so sure?

Wes: You already have me. There’s nothing more to get.

(They kiss.)

Morgan: We’re right in front of your house, you know.

Wes: Don’t overthink it.

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