#Broke my style a bit but I think it was a good choice. I have been trying to practice non-dot eyes more and its slowly coming along!

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Mushroom body

(for @mikkeneko)

#SVSSS #shen qingqiu #mushrooms #body horror #better drawn mdzs #<-tag for higher effort art. At times like this I really wish I chose something else. #What is an October raffle for if not to end off with a little mushroomy body horror? #This one is inspired by my massive disappointment upon discovering that sqq's 'mushroom body' was just....guy shaped. #Come ON where is the fun in that? Why are we being kept from Fungi Amalgamation Monster Loving? #It's not going to stop Luo Binghe! SQQ could be a shapeless lump of slime and LBH and would still be over the moon for him. #Thank you *so* much for the prompt! I had so much fun. I love mushrooms and doing research was a delight! My citation list is long! #Broke my style a bit but I think it was a good choice. I have been trying to practice non-dot eyes more and its slowly coming along! #Also huge congrats mikkeneko for winning Twice In A Row!! #Your odds were a little over 1 in 1000! Lucky you!

[cdragons]

Fuck Everything, But Mostly Fuck You - Part 2

Previous Part, Next Part

Summary: You have never, EVER, in a million years hated anyone the way you hated Felix fucking Catton. But silver linings exist in the sticky toffee pudding Mrs. Gavey made for you.

Warnings- MDNI 18+, Sex, Felix is Felix (a ho), Reader finally eating some good fucking food, Michael is Michael, Farleigh is Farleigh, Oliver is Oliver (a creep), alternating POVs between characters, and author has spent too much time researching Oxford crap for this mess for a crack fic to be a crack fic

Author's Note: BRUH??? HOW DID I GET SO MANY NOTES IN PART 1??? Everyone has been so wonderful and supportive. I received so many questions and comments, which have all been great! Thank you for reading this story, and I hope that this part lives up the first one. Also, this is technically a Christmas fic bc it just fits with the story's timeline. I would like to thank Grammarly for catching all my grammatical errors 🥲, @ethereal-athalia for enabling my crazy ideas 🥰, and @valeskafics for providing me Saltburn smut when I catch myself thirsting 😇

Christmas Eve - Saltburn 2006

“Oh! Oh – y-yes, yes, yes! FUCK!”

Fucking the girl underneath so hard to the point where she likely saw stars. Meanwhile, Felix was trying to finish as soon as possible.

“So big! God, you’re so fucking big – FUCK!”

He brought her to his room and in his bed because he thought her hair just barely matched yours, and if he didn’t think too much about it – her voice sounded a bit like yours too.

But he made a mistake.

The girl – whatever her name was – sounded nothing like you. Her hair was nowhere near as pretty and shiny as yours, and her nails were fucking long and sharp that they were digging for his blood. Her makeup too – fucking hell, it was like she trying out for the opera with how much she caked onto herself.

Every time Felix saw you – whether in the library or under a tree – your nails were trimmed short. And from what he remembered, you didn’t plaster yourself in cheap cosmetics.

No, you never needed to. Your style of choice was simpler and more elegant than most girls he knew, including his sister, Venetia. Granted, he loved his sister to bits and pieces, but the girl loved her spray tan in the winter.

But worst of all – she didn’t have your eyes. Her gaze was too mindless and soft, a mix of adoration and unparalleled lust. Your eyes held vivacious rage and

“Felix?” What’s-Her-Face asked. “You okay?”

Fuck, he was getting soft.

Closing his eyes, Felix knew the only way he would get to finish was to think of you. He thought about the last time he saw you. He remembered how hard the wind blew and how cold it was that night. He felt himself harden at the memory of how alive your eyes were right before and after you broke his nose. His back still had the welts from the blows of your notebook. Every time he saw them in the mirror, he would lovingly stroke each bruise because they were the only evidence that you were real.

That you weren’t just a figment of his imagination.

Letting his mind run wild, Felix imagined you here instead of this imposter. He’d imagine you on top – no way a woman like you would let anyone be on top, not even him. Fuck, you’d be the most wild thing ever to exist, he’s sure he’d let you do anything to him.

His heart, his soul – whether you cared for him or wished to crush him under your shoe – everything of his would be yours.

He wondered if you were the type to be into using a riding crop.

Regaining his vigor with his eyes still closed, he imagined you riding him until oblivion. Your breasts would fit perfectly in his hands as you would still be bouncing on his cock. Your head would be thrown back, and his eyes would roll to the back of his head at the feeling of your pussy tightening.

Oh God, he was going to blow.

Quickening his pace, the girl that wasn’t you was full-on howling in unbridled pleasure. When she climaxed, he could finally let go and come. Ropes of his cum spilled into the condom as he shouted out your name.

Falling to his side, he hadn’t bothered to check if Lady Not You remained in the sheets. It didn’t matter if she did; Felix was too exhausted to care. Finally feeling like he could rest, he fell into a dream about the day he felt his life truly begin – the day he met you.

First Week of Oxford University Michaelmas Term of 2006

Felix remembered the first time he saw you – it was after the first week since the term began. He and his mates were fucking around in Radcliffe, and the old bag running the desk was having a cow with them. He was bored out of his mind when all of a sudden – he spotted you on the upper level. You wore dark wash blue straight-leg jeans with rolled-up cuffs and white high-top Converse sneakers. It looked like your shirt must have been at least a decade old, given how the black-dyed cotton was faded to dark gray, and the paint looked cracked and chipped. Your thick locks were gathered in a loose but simple braid. Unlike everyone else, your eyes weren’t focused on him – but on the structure and life around him.

He had to know more.

Slipping a tenner to one of his friends to cause a distraction, he used the diversion to make his way to your spot on the second floor. Having a closer view, you were the most vividly gorgeous creature he had ever laid his eyes upon. He was worried that his movement toward you would alert you of his presence, and you would only scurry off – and away from him. But judging by the slight bobbing of your head, you wouldn’t be able to hear him since you were listening to whatever was playing through your earbuds.

All the better for him to keep observing you.

As he inched closer, his eyes caught the tiny wisps of your hair that weren’t contained by your messy braid, creating a lovely frame of your face while also bringing out the shine in your eyes. You had a simple gold chain around your neck with a circular locket hanging. From the side, Felix could faintly distinguish the words “Bon Jovi” in blue cracked paint and “1989” underneath a skull wearing red aviators.

He didn’t know who the fuck Bon Jovi was, but clearly, he was someone pretty fucking important to you.

But what captured Felix’s interest was how engrossed you were with the scene unfolding underneath you. Your eyes very rarely broke away from the view – only to quickly glance at the hardcover sketchbook you balanced on the white-painted railing. Whenever you glanced down at your sketch, Felix could see how long and thick your eyelashes were. Each time you blinked, it was like his mind broke down the movement of your eyelids frame by frame as if he were editing a Garry Marshall film. He wished he could be your cheek at that moment. If only to feel the gentle flutter of your lashes’ touch. Deep in your concentration, your lips were slightly pursed in a way that brought out their luscious fullness.

He couldn’t help but imagine how they would look around his cock. If he came inside your mouth, he was sure that some of his spunk would leak past your lips before you tried your best to swallow it down.

He was so lost in the fantasy of you and him that he hadn’t realized you had been calling out to him. Breaking out of his reverie, he looked down to see you right before him. And you looked downright pissed at him.

“Hey! HEY!” you exclaimed while waving your hand to his face to catch his attention.

You were American. How adorable.

“If you could stop staring at me like a fucking serial killer, I think your ‘mates’ are trying to get your attention.”

You pointed your finger at his group of friends still on the first floor. It seemed that they successfully drove away the grounds' warden. The old bat was now fixated on putting away all the returned or misplaced books on the shelves.

Must have been Farleigh’s idea.

Anyway, back to you.

“Yeah, sorry about that. Hey, can I get your –” but you were gone by the time he turned back to you.

Instead, he found himself alone on the second floor. He quickly glanced around to see if you had just moved to a different area. But you were gone. Racing the stairwell, hoping to catch up to you, he found that you had already walked too far for him to call you out without seeming completely desperate.

Except that he was.

He watched you walk away – shoulders back, posture straight, and head held high – and thought at how utterly unfair it was to him that you walked away from him so beautifully without giving him your number, or at least your name.

Felix woke up in a dark room; he was confused as to why the maids hadn’t drawn curtains – until he realized that Mum had likely sent them for their holiday after the party was finished.

It's too bad that he wasn’t there to see everyone out like a good son. But he wouldn’t beat himself over about it too much – chances were that his parents were also hungover off their asses too. He didn’t even want to imagine V’s state right now.

Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, Felix dug into his closet to find whatever someone wore the morning after fucking a completely faceless stranger to scratch an itch meant for someone else. In the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a little note on his nightstand. Swiftly plucking it with two fingers, he could barely make out the words written in swirly cursive.

My name’s Cassie. Just thought you should know for next time. Call me: XXXX-XXXXXXX 💋

Felix scoffed before tossing the dingy paper to the floor – destined to be forgotten before the next hour came – before locking himself in the bathroom to take a piss and wash off the smell of booze and cigs off his skin.

By the time he was finished, it was probably close to noon. He would have made his way down to the kitchens to fix something up – but he was immediately met with Farleigh as soon as he stepped out of the doorway. Bastard startled him up so bad that he practically jumped a foot off the ground.

“Fucking – really, Farleigh?” he asked. “Practically gave me a heart attack first thing in the morning.”

“It’s almost one so that ship has sailed.” He quipped back. “Aunt Elspeth and Uncle James were quite distraught when their golden son wasn’t seen by any of the guests when the party ended. It wasn't good when the Carltons’ daughter was gone for almost an hour. But at least she returned to her loving parents’ arms by the time it was to go home.”

Farleigh shot his cousin a curious look.

“You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you? I’m pretty sure her name was Cassandra.”

Felix just shrugged.

“Don’t know about any Cassandras. Fucked a Cassie last night, though.”

Farleigh snorted a laugh as they went to the kitchens to see if any food was prepared.

“Merry Christmas, indeed.”

A few minutes of companionable silence passed before Felix asked his cousin something important.

“Hey, do you think she’s thinking about me?”

“Cassie or Cassandra? Because the answer’s probably yes anyway.”

“No, not them. Y/N, Y/N L/N.”

Farleigh immediately stopped. He genuinely wondered how Felix managed to get into Oxford sometimes. Sure, he was a legacy kid, but the line had to be drawn somewhere.

“You really think,” he slowly began, “that the girl who dragged you out of the library in front of everyone, broke your nose, beat you bruised with only her flimsy-ass notebook – because you ruined her painting – would be thinking about you?”

Judging by the look in his cousin’s eyes, yes. Sighing at the incredulity of it all, Farleigh could only shake his head before finding something to eat and drink away the migraine he could feel was coming.

Watching his cousin walk away from him, Felix knew he thought he was fighting a losing battle. But he wasn’t too worried. Everything would change during the upcoming term. Oxford was its own world – broken away from everything else. All that mattered to anyone in Oxford was this world's history, present, and future. And now – as it was made clear now to Felix – you were also part of that world. He would get to find you again and make sure to bring you to the point where you would look for him the way he would look for you.

Still, a selfish part of Felix hoped that you were even just the slightest bit miserable being away from him as he was being away from you.

Manchester, December 2006

You were having the time of your life.

Michael invited you to his home in Manchester for Christmas to spend the holidays with his family. You refused, at first, the idea of being a burden to your best friend during a time when it should be spent with family. Michael liked to put up a big front, but you knew that he was just as – if not more – excited to spend Christmas with his folks than you were before the “incident.”

But he insisted, and you could not have been more grateful for the invitation. But you wish you were a tad bit more graceful with your reaction when he first brought it up.

Oxford Dining Hall December 2006

You were angrily shoveling pasta into your mouth at the time. Sadly, the appallingly bland marinara sauce paired with the overcooked spaghetti and dry meatballs was the university's most flavorful dish.

“Come home with me.” He told you one evening during dinner time at the dining hall.

Caught off guard, you half-choked on the mountain of overcooked noodles in your mouth. Immediately, you reached for your glass of water to wash it down and to prevent a truly horrifically dull death.

“What?” you croaked out.

“Come with me to my house for Christmas.” He clarified, utterly unfazed by your near death. “Come on, you’ve been complaining to me all week about not being able to fly back for the holidays. And no one should have to spend Christmas eating whatever slop they’ll end up serving.”

“Michael,” you began, “I am not going to impose on your family like that. And you seemed to have forgotten one key detail: I can’t leave until I re-do the painting.”

“So, come over after you finish,” he reasoned, “I know you remember what to do, and that already cuts the time you originally spent on it in half. You won’t need a whole month to do it again, so come over when you finish. Plus, you don’t have your other classes to worry about.”

You knew that he was right – he was right about a lot of things – but the offer still made you uncomfortable. Scholarship student or not, you were no one’s charity case. If there was one thing you hated more than being underestimated, it was being pitied by people who didn’t know you. That wasn’t the case with Michael, but the feeling made you feel small.

You hated feeling small.

“That doesn’t change the fact that I would be imposing on your family. Your mom’s a nurse, right? She’s probably been looking forward to your homecoming for ages now. Informing her that she should be expecting a complete stranger, who would be staying for two weeks, would be a huge burden on her. She shouldn’t have that kind of stress burdening her during the holidays.”

He rolled his eyes at your concern.

“Don’t be a drama queen. I already have one in my life, and I’m genetically attached to her. And you’re hardly a stranger. Mum’s always asking when you would be visiting anyway. She’s worried if you’re eating enough or getting enough sleep. She’s a bit looney like that.”

You shot your friend a glare. He was trying way too hard to keep a cool, nonchalant façade. Michael Gavey was a total sucker for his family but in the sweetest way. During the long study sessions that stretched into the night, Michael’s defenses were lowered, and you could get more information about his life and home.  

His mom was a Manchester Royal Infirmary nurse practitioner, while his dad was an accountant at Pearl Lemon. They met at a coffee shop. He was working as a barista to pay off his student loans, and she was a nurse just starting her residency. He wowed her with his terrible jokes, and she charmed him with her infectious smile, and the rest was history. Three years into their marriage, baby Mikey was born, with the addition of his baby sister Lilypad a decade later.

When you remained silent, Michael knew your stubbornness would give him endless headaches. But you were his best friend, the only person he saw worth befriending in the infinite sea of prats and slags that overpopulated their university. You laughed at his shitty jokes, and he snorted at yours. You would try to trip him up with out-of-pocket sums; he’d laugh when he answered them before your calculator. You had his back when some rugby bloke pushed him around, and he had yours when some fake tanned bitch called you a tramp.

“Look, I can’t promise it’ll be anything like your home. I know you miss your mum’s cooking and your dad’s drunk stories. But my parents already made me promise that I would get you to visit because it’s Christmas and no one should be alone and you’re going to die without me here and blah blah blah. Just say you’ll come? Lil’ will murder me if you don’t come. She’s been dying to hear all about the Great Apple and Broadway.”

“…It’s actually called the Big Apple.”

Your comment brought a loud and rather unattractive snort to leave his mouth. And the chuckle that came after brought a small and tentative smile on you.

“Look, are you coming or not?”

You had to admit, the invitation sounded welcoming. You were dying to put faces on the people that made Michael Gavey, well, Michael Gavey. He rarely talked about his family, but his tone was warm and soft when he did. It was such a sweet contrast to the snarky little shit you were used to, and so temptation won in the end.

“…Fine.” You agreed after dragging out the tension. “But I am bringing presents for all your family members, and you have to help me. And any funds that were spent on me are going to be paid back before summer. Got it?”

A true, genuine smile crept across Michael’s face.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“…Will I be seeing any baby pictures of you?”

“Don’t push it.”

You weren’t sure what exactly to expect from Michael’s family – maybe they were wonderful, or maybe the idea of an American that hailed from a city with some of the highest crime rates in the US gave them hives – but you were sure that you wouldn’t be alone if Michael were with you. Safe to say, your expectations were set way too low.

His dad's arms immediately enveloped Michael after you two exited at your stop and the station. You had always assumed most British father figures to be a bit cold and distant, but it seemed that stereotype didn’t apply to his dad. You went in for a handshake but were also caught in a warm hug. You introduced yourself while expressing your gratitude to him and his wife’s generosity.

“Oh no, please,” he insisted, “please call me Greg. Mr. Gavey was my father’s name, and I don’t think I’ve grown that many wrinkles yet.”

When you arrived at his home, it was a medium-sized red brick building in the suburbs. After entering the door and Greg announcing your arrival, quick footsteps ran down the stairs, and a young girl with golden honey curls in pajamas and a pink tutu ran to Michael.

“MIKEY!” she exclaimed. “YOU’RE HOME! Did you miss me? Why did it take you so long? You said your tests were done by the third. It’s the fifteenth today!”

“Lily, Lily,” Michael breathily laughed, “calm down. Of course, I missed you. But I had to wait for my friend because she’s hopeless with directions.”

“That is not true!” you blurted. “It’s not my fault I come from a grid system!”

“Anyway, this is my very good friend, Y/N L/N. Y/N L/N, this is my little sister, Lily.”

Lily turned to you with a big smile and curtsied like a perfect ballerina.

“Hello! My name is Lily! I’m eight, but I’ll be nine in April!”

You almost squealed at how adorable the sight was. You crouched down and mirrored her smile.

“It’s so nice to meet you, Lily! I’m Y/N, and I’m turning nineteen this coming b/m! Your brother here told me so much about you.”

“He did?” she asked with wide eyes.

“He did! He told you how smart you are in math and that you’re an amazing ballerina.”

Lily shyly looked down as a massively cute blush bloomed on her cheeks.

“I wanna be good at sums like Mikey. That way, I can help Daddy with his work like Mikey did when he was my age.”

“Ok!” interjected ‘Mikey,’ cheeks equally flushed at the slipped detail from his baby sister. “Time to find Mum. She in the kitchen?”

“Yep! She’s making roast chicken and mash with peas!” She turned to you. “Is Y/N allergic to anything?”

“Nope!” you replied, “Only dust, but I’m pretty sure that won’t be in the dishes.”

Meeting Michael’s mom – who was absolutely gorgeous, by the way – was another huge highlight of the break so far. Hearing you three entering the kitchen, she immediately turned off the stove and dashed over to hug you and her son.

“Oh, Y/N!” she warmly greeted you. “I’m so happy that you were able to come. Michael has told me so much about you. Have you adjusted well in Oxford? The time difference isn’t putting too much strain on you, is it? You both look so skinny – are they feeding you at all at that school?”

“Careful, Mum. You might scare her off.”

You shot him a mocking glare before answering his mother.

“Don’t be mean! And I think I’ve adjusted well enough to the university. Jet lag wasn’t too much of an issue because my parents made sure I moved into my dorm early and adjusted to the time zone changes before classes started. The food they serve at the dining halls doesn’t compare to homecooked meals, so I haven’t had much of an appetite. But after walking into the kitchen, I think I’ll be able to regain it once I have your cooking!”

“Oh, you are so sweet! I’ll let you get settled. Greg and I cleaned up the guest room for you. It’s next to Lilypad’s room. She’s excited to hear any stories you have about New York. It’s just on the second floor at the end of the hall.”

Walking back to the entrance to grab your bags, you were just in earshot of Michael and his mom’s conversation.

“Michael! Why didn’t you tell me she was so beautiful! I thought she was a model from Vogue when she first walked in! Are you sure nothing’s going on between you two? Should I expect any grandchildren in the near future?”

“Mum!” he loudly groaned as you softly chortled.

Christmas with the Gaveys was so much fun. You played a dozen board games. Michael was a beast in Poker and Uno while you cleared the board with Scrabble and Black Jacks. Mrs. Gavey was a fantastic cook – you couldn’t remember the last time you had any meal that had more than salt as a seasoning since coming to England. You tried sticky toffee pudding for the first time – you almost cried at that first bite. Everyone was so warm to each other and showered one another with so much love. Most of the neighbors watched Michael grow up, and many shared his childhood stories. It reminded you a lot of the Christmases at your parents’ apartment back in Queens.

The community and camaraderie- it was like you were back at home with your family. Your mom would pick up a roast duck from Peking Duck Sandwich Stall in Flushing while you and your dad would go to Eileen’s to wait in line to pick up your favorite cheesecake. The building would have a huge potluck on Christmas Eve, and everyone would bring a dish. Your neighbor, Mrs. Wong, would bring out everything necessary to make her famous dumplings. Everything was made from scratch. You and the kids of the building would learn how to wrap the fillings in the wrappers while the adults made the wrappers and fillings. You would play White Elephant with the other kids on Christmas Day, which usually ended in a fistfight.

You still missed home. You missed your parents and cat. You missed making cookies with your parents because Christmas was the only time when both of them had time off from work. While his school was still on break, you and your dad would take advantage of your mom’s employee benefits and watch a bunch of live Broadway shows.

When your parents skyped you, you cried after seeing their faces for the first time in so long. School was so stressful, and you were starting to regret traveling so far when you could have easily gone to a school so much closer to home. You tried your best to reschedule your flight, but round-trip flights were expensive, and they increased exponentially during the holidays.

You cried for an hour after seeing the prices online.

But thanks to Michael, you felt so much less alone than you would have if you had stayed at Oxford for the entire break. You introduced him to your parents during the call, and they loved him. It was such a massive relief that they liked your friend, especially because of how much his friendship meant to you. When he left the room, your parents basically forced you to ensure he would come with you to stay with you when you returned for the summer. They were shocked when you told them he had never had fresh jianbing or a decent slice of pizza. After the call, you were confident they were making a list of every store and stall you and Michael would visit during his visit.

Classic Queens’ family behavior – showing love by forcing food down your throat whether you like it or not.

At the moment, you were at the window in your room and looking at the moon. It was about three in the morning, and the rest of the household was asleep.

Well – everyone except one.

Michael had crept in about half an hour ago, and the two of you were just looking at the stars. You hadn’t expected to see so many – you could only see the lights from planes and aircraft at night back home. There wasn’t any talking, only comforting silence. The scene outside your window with the fresh snow on top of the rooftops and ground. Each house had a slight outline of their Christmas tree lights shining from their lower windows.

Your fingers itched for your pencil and sketchbook to immortalize it.

Ever so softly, Michael broke the silence while looking at you.

“So,” he began, “how would you rate your first English Christmas in the Gavey Household?”

You looked back at him with the biggest smile that Michael had ever seen on you.

“Ten out of ten. Would pay to see lightsaber reenactment again.”

If there was a God out there, you prayed for the coming term to be as wonderful as this holiday had been for you.

Suburban Prescot, Liverpool December 2006

In a well-established suburban home in Prescot, a short boy with crystal blue eyes and inky black hair locked himself in his room. The noise and babble from downstairs gave him a headache. He hated his parents. He hated his sisters. He hated being invisible and being from nowhere.

He had to get out of here.

In his backpack, a photo of a specific heir of a manor was safely tucked in the bottom. The new term was going to be different for him. He would make sure of it.

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[gaybananabread]

Hi I love your fics! I was wondering if you could write a lee bakugo and ler best jeanist? If your requests are closed you can just ignore this, I thought it could be cute though!

Have a great day! Remember to take care of yourself!

TickleTober Day 2 - Accidental

Okay, kinda lucked out! I was gonna wait till November to do this request, but I liked the pairing and needed an idea. You didn't request it as TickleTober, but that's what it is now. Changes nothing, just gives me an excuse to write it as such lol. Ignore any sewing-term errors, I don't sew anything. Anywho, I hope you Enjoy!

Lee: Bakugou

Ler: Best Jeanist

Summary: Jeanist thought that Bakugou's suit needed some special touches. The blonde obviously protests, leading to some rather giggly measurements.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!!

Bakugou's hero suit was…well, it wasn't bad. It just lacked a certain flair the pro hero was looking for. So, with him mentoring the teen and all, Jeanist thought it his responsibility to spruce up the slightly drab suit.

The rapidly approaching fall season was a decent inspiration for him. With fall comes the changing of leaves, carving of pumpkins and cooler weather. Jeanist made sure to insulate the suit, knowing the blonde needed to sweat for his quirk to work. He kept the theme mainly orange, yellow and black, adding in a few splashes of green for style. 

By the end of his lunch break, he had drawn up a new seasonal suit for Bakugou. It was time for the hard part: getting his measurements without the boy exploding.

“I don’t need a new suit! Nothin’s fucking wrong with it!” Bakugou was not putting up with another change. His poor hair had been the first change. That damn comb over…he’ll never get over it. Now he wanted to switch up his suit design? Fuck that.

The pro hero sighed, expecting this reaction. “No need to be so dramatic. It’s just a little…seasonal makeover. Trust me, you’ll be much happier.” Bakugou huffed, shaking his head. Yeah right, he had said the same thing about the hairstyle…

Bakugou's choice of words wasn't his best idea. He was getting a bit pissy, letting his temper get the best of him. "Fuck off. My suit is fine, no more makeovers!" He glared at the pro, but that temper faded when he saw the look on his face. The look that meant Jeanist was done with his shit.

"Quite the mouth on you. I believe I said something about censoring your f-bombs, did I not?" Threads flew towards the teen, wrapping around his limbs and getting him positioned. When Jeanist was done, Bakugou was standing tall, his arms and legs spread just enough to get perfect measurements. "I would say 'stand still', but I don't think that'll be an issue now."

A bit dramatic, but he needed it. Bakugou thrashed and tugged on the thread, but everytime one broke, three more were quick to replace it. Jeanist was careful not to hurt the boy, just restrain him. "The fuck?! Get these damn threads offa me!" 

The pro rolled his eyes, grabbing his measuring tape and approaching him. "What did I just say?" Jeanist first ran the tape around his chest, getting the bust measurements. He wasn't expecting the other blonde's gasp when his fingers grazed his ribs. "Bakugou…are you hurt?"

Shit… "No, go away! Get these damn threads away from me!" He tried thrashing his way out, but nothing was working. Jeanist was too good at keeping him in place.

"Bakugou, if you're hiding an injury, you're only hurting yourself more. I only think less of you for getting injured if you don't tell me about it." His tone was serious. The pro didn't mess around when it came to his others' well-being. Giving Bakugou a stern look-over, he could tell the explosive teen wasn't lying. But if he wasn't injured, why'd he gasp? Jeanist knew he wasn't getting a straight answer; best to run a test…

Ignoring his protests, Jeanist got back to measuring. He did the bust measurements one more time, his fingers grazing Bakugou's ribs again. The teen was prepared, though, biting his cheek to keep quiet.

Okay, no noise that time…moving onto the waist. He moved the tape down, fiddling with the ends of it to find the exact measurement. He pressed his fingers against the boy's lower stomach, taking mental notes of the numbers. 

Bakugou's breathing was a bit shaky, his cheek starting to hurt from biting it so hard. Why couldn't Jeanist measure somewhere that wasn't ticklish? Literally any other place would have been fine. He just had to start with his ribs. Things only went downhill from there…

Now for hip girth. The tape was moved once again, running around his hips. Bakugou struggled not to react when he felt his mentor's fingers brush his hips. He could feel his cheeks heat up, the embarrassment and stupidity of his situation getting to him. 

Jeanist heard how shaky his breathing was getting, glancing up at the teen's face. What he saw shocked him. A blushing Bakugou, struggling not to smile. Why would he…wait a minute. He got a wonderful idea. And oho, it was perfect. 

The measuring tape was pulled away, Best Jeanist's fingers leaving his torso. Bakugou huffed, sparing a glance at his mentor. He instantly regretted it. The pro hero's smile was as wide as it was mischievous. The measurements were done for now, he could've released him; but he didn't. He knew. Bakugou was fucked. 

"Jeanist I- don't you FUCKING dare! I'll blow you into the stratosphere! Back off!" The blond pulled at his thread restraints, but Jeanist was too good with his quirk. He could barely wiggle around, much less escape.

The pro hero chuckled, shaking his head. "Wow, again with the language. What's it gonna take for you to clean up your act, Bakugou?" He tucked his arms behind his back, slowly getting closer to the teen. He knew exactly what it would take. He just wanted to have a bit of fun with his temperamental mentee. 

"Maybe…something like this?" He went behind the teen, squeezing his side. Bakugou huffed, jerking as much as the threads would allow. How were things as simple as threads keeping him restrained so well? 

"Lemme go! I swear, if you touch me one more time, I'll fucking blast you-" He couldn't even finish his sentence before Jeanist squeezed his side again, cutting his words off with a yelp. "There's that word again. You've really got to stop using it. Children aren't going to want to be near a hero who uses such scary language." 

To be completely honest, Jeanist didn't really care how the boy spoke. It wasn't up to him, he wasn't going to dictate how he communicated. Still, the cursing gave him an excuse to tickle the other blonde. An excuse he wasn't about to let go of.

Deciding to just go for it, Jeanist scribbled across the teen's stomach. He was pleasantly surprised to hear Baku's poorly-restrained giggles. He wasn't putting up much of an effort to conceal them anymore. "Shihit- nohoho! Get ohohoff!" 

It was nice to hear the aggressive, loud teen giggle like that. After all, he was still a kid. A teenager, yes, but still a kid. The boy deserves to laugh. And, by the looks of it, he doesn't really mind. 

"You'd think that you would stop cussing, but no. Honestly, do you ever learn your lesson?" The wiggling fingers move upwards, heading for his ribs. Bakugou's giggling got louder, still lighter and bubbly. At least he was on the right track.

Jeanist slowly moved up Bakugou's ribs, scribbling between each bone. The teen squirmed and thrashed as much as he could, his pink cheeks deepening to a vibrant red. The giggling was now borderline laughter. Just needed that one extra notch to get there.

"Goho awahahay, ohohold mahahahan!" The pro scoffed, pausing his tickling for a second. That kid was in for it now… "Old man?! I'm 35, thank you very much! That's a perfectly normal age for a hero. I think you need a lesson in manners…" 

The pro's hand suddenly darted upwards, scribbling mercilessly on the spot where his underarms meet the top of his ribs. Bakugou all but screamed, loud cackles replacing his giggling. "NOHOHO! GEHEHET- NOHOT THEHEHERE!" 

Jeanist just chuckled as he continued his ticklish fun. He was enjoying himself, seeing his mentee laugh like that. The boy never let loose besides fighting, it was a nice sight. "There we go, improvement. No insults, and not one swear word!" He didn't really have a definite reason for tickling Bakugou, besides the fact that it was fun. Excuses would help, though.

Laughter echoed around Jeanist's office, bouncing off the walls and lively the place up. The denim-clad pro experimentally squeezed Bakugou's hip, smirking at the squawk he got in return. His fingers moved away from the teen's death spot, fully moving his hands down to focus on his hips. 

"OHOHO MY- IHIHI'LL KIHILL YOUHUHU!" Bakugou was trying to continue his sort-of squirming, but he was tiring out. The tickles, paired with that morning's training and patrol, had him beat. He managed to keep his head held up, laughing as the pro went at his hips. 

His thumbs drilled into the boisterous teen's hips, smirking as he pulled laugh after laugh out of him. The kid definitely had a nice one; much better than his normal demented cackling. His eyes wandered down to Bakugou's legs, questioning if they'd be half as his upper body. Lucky for him, he forgot a measurement. 

"Oh, my bad! I forgot to measure your inseam! We'll need to take care of that, now won't we?" Jeanist pulled the measuring tape from his pocket once again, holding it against Bakugou's thigh. Only this time, he actually poked around the area, purposefully tickling him while getting the measurement.

Thigh tickles are a completely different experience from anywhere else on the body (imo). As such, Bakugou's laugh was a brand-new shade of adorable. The fiery teen giggled and squeaked, pitchy laughter replacing his cackles.

"CohOHOme ohohon! Youhuhu AHA- uhum,  j-jeheherk!” To his mentor’s surprise, Bakugou actually filtered his language. True, he had begun to call him an ass, but he took the effort to stop himself. It was kinda cute, even if he didn’t truly care about the other blonde’s language.

Jeanist chuckled, easing up on his student’s hips. “Would you look at that, he can learn. All it took was some tickling!” Said student groaned, his cheeks reddening as Jeanist said the word. Normally, he can hear and say the word just fine. That time, however, he was being teased and restrained by someone he looked up to. It’s waaay harder to stay composed when you’re giggling like an idiot.

Finally, the tickling and teasing got to him. Bakugou actually tapped out. He didn’t exactly say “uncle” or anything, but he did say one word that hadn’t been spoken since Jeanist started. “S-STOHOHOP IHIT! JeHEHEAnihihist noho mohOHORE!” 

And stop it he did. The pro hero pulled his hands away as the threads holding Bakugou in place snapped. The teen fell forwards, a bit dazed from laughing so hard for so long. Jeanist caught the giggly student before he could hurt himself. “Woah, careful. I didn’t go too far, did I?”

Bakugou shook his head, hiding his red face in his mentor’s shoulder. “Sh-shuhuhut uhup…” That was the only response he needed to know that everything was fine. The older blonde wrapped his arms around him, keeping the boy upright and letting him know that there was no judgment. 

“Alright, I’ll stop. Still, you have to admit you enjoyed yourself just a little.” Bakugou groaned, weakly punching his mentor’s side. That just made him laugh and muss up the teen’s hair. “I’ll take that as another yes.” 

A lightbulb seemed to go off in Jeanist’s head as he remembered the whole reason the silliness started. “Oh, I almost forgot! Now that I’ve got your measurements, I can start on your new suit!” He walked over to a nearby couch, laying the teen down to rest. Bakugou wasn’t totally spent, but he could use a breather. He grumbled something, but didn’t protest any. He wanted a quick nap, and knew Jeanist wouldn’t tease him for it. 

The pro went over to his personal work-area, grabbing the fabrics for Bakugou’s new suit. Hopefully, by the time his student woke up, he would have a starting point on the garment.

Their playful exchange had given him some good ideas on where to add extra padding, as well as some pops of color. Bakugou might have been a bit temperamental, but he was a good kid. A good kid deserves a good suit. As he cut the first length of fabric, he thought of the happy smile that was on his mentee’s face as he tickled him. He would have to take measurements more often…

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Upon request, today's rec list contains fics where either Louis or Harry is antisocial or untrusting. This is a shorter and more niche list, but we hope you enjoy it! If you want our rec lists to continue, please be sure to like and reblog this post to help spread the word. Happy reading!

1) Once Upon A Dream | Explicit | 33,319 words | Sequel

Louis is psychic and gets caught in the middle of a murder investigation led by FBI Special Agent Harry Styles.

2) Give Me Love | Explicit | 41,041 words

Louis doesn't feel like a good omega, Harry doesn't remember how to be an alpha, and they figure it out together.

3) Wild Hearts Run Free | Explicit | 42,979 words

Harry is an alpha who is harbouring a dark secret, one that has forced him into self-imposed isolation, far from civilization and far from temptation. Louis is an omega who has fought the predispositions of his secondary gender his whole life and suddenly finds himself cast aside by his beta partner, leaving him to question his place in the world. When fate and Mother Nature conspire to trap the two strangers together, will Harry’s worst fears be proven, or will Louis find a way to break down his walls and lead him into the light? Harry is an alpha who is harbouring a dark secret, one that has forced him into self-imposed isolation, far from civilization and far from temptation. Louis is an omega who has fought the predispositions of his secondary gender his whole life and suddenly finds himself cast aside by his beta partner, leaving him to question his place in the world. When fate and Mother Nature conspire to trap the two strangers together, will Harry’s worst fears be proven, or will Louis find a way to break down his walls and lead him into the light?

4) No Easy Choice, But You're Mine | Explicit | 45,603 words

Louis is an omega hitman with one last job that goes a little sideways. Harry is the alpha bartender that looks a little too closely and cares a little too much.

5) One Heart Broke, Four Hands Bloody | Explicit | 47,249 words

Louis’ life is really fucking dull until one day he happens upon the scene of a crime, as said crime is happening. A murderer with big hands and a charming smile somehow manages to change his life for the better.

6) Yesterday Came Suddenly | Explicit | 48,504 words

The one where Harry, the deadliest member of the NYC assassins’ guild, is forced to face a seemingly impossible task in hopes of finally leaving the underground behind for good, but when ghosts from the past come back to haunt him, escaping the darkness becomes that much harder.

7) Not Afraid Of Living On A Fault Line | Explicit | 55,218 words

His eyes widened when he realized he had just somehow managed to ask Harry to hang out. Judging by Harry’s own expression, he wasn't the only one who was shocked. Louis expected him to laugh off the ridiculous request but the beta looked up at him, almost hopefully. “Are you being serious?” “Um,” was all Louis could say, feeling every bit as speechless as Harry had been earlier. “Are you?” Harry shrugged. “I’ve been told I need to get out more.”

8) Saving Symphony Hall | Mature | 124,766 words

Note: This fic is a sequel to this fic.

“I think I have an idea,” Louis said. Slowly, and reluctantly, but with a growing sense of the inevitable. “God damnit, I think I have a really good idea.” “Oh christ, that's the problem-solving face,” Babs said. “Last time we saw that face, he sold a company.” “Wait, what?” Zayn asked. “Right place, right time,” Louis said. “Also, fuck my life,” “What?” Zayn repeated. Niall patted his hand. “I usually just roll with whatever Louis is about to do,” he said. “It’s better for us all.” “That’s the attitude,” said Louis, “I’ll tell you tomorrow. Tonight, I need to do some research. Zayn, give me your number. I’m gonna save our symphony.”

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[integra1127grimmreaper]

Baker Wonderland Part 4

Part 3

Javi Gutierrez Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Warning: social bulling, fluff, smut

Summary: Javi finally comes home.

"Great news everybody! Javi was spotted back in Greece by himself!"

"Really?! Y/N wasn't with him?"

"Nope... not a sign of the whale was spotted."

"Thank God... maybe he'll meet a sexy model..."

"That's too bad. I was really rooting for them..."

"Heck no! I'd always hoped he and Gabriela would be endgame... such a pity they broke up."

"Yeah, she was so pretty..."

"Y/N's pretty too! I love her style."

"That's enough social media for the week" you sigh in disappointment at what was being said about your relationship with Javi again.

Placing your phone down, you gently rub your belly as your daughter kicked up a storm.

"I really wish your daddy was here..."

As if your words had conjured him, your phone rang then.

"How are my girls doing this morning...?" Javi's voice greets you upon answering.

"We're doing fine" you smile at the soothing feeling of hearing his voice.

"Although, I think our princesa is missing her papa."

"I miss her and you so terribly too" you hear Javi's waver slightly as he speaks.

"My Love, please don't cry" you respond.

"I'm trying not to, Querida but it's so fucking hard being away from you for so long."

"You'll be home in two weeks' time" you remind him.

"That's still too long to wait" Javi whines out.

"It will be over soon enough" you attempt to pacify him, and it seems to work.

"How's everything going?" you change the topic.

"It's going well, although I miss your cooking and the crew misses your baking" Javi replies, causing you to chuckle.

"I'm sure Lisa is keeping you well fed."

"Yes, but it's still not the same" Javi comments, changing the topic then.

"There is something I need to speak to you about. Something extremely important."

Your frown at the seriousness to his voice; picking up on hint of anger in it.

"Ok, shoot."

"I know you've seen the new posts about us" Javi states matter-of-factly.

"About how I'm such a terrible choice of life partner for you?" you sigh in response.

"Yeah, yeah I have."

"Fuck those assholes!" Javi growls out then.

"I don't give a fuck what they think about us being together, that's why I think it's time..."

You can't say you were surprised at his decision; you knew the time would come soon enough, especially with you being pregnant.

"You sure?"

"Yes" Javi responds.

"It's about time we shut those vultures up for good. But that is only if you're ok with it?"

Closing your eyes, you take a moment to concentrate on the feeling of your daughter kicking.

"I'm ok with it."

"You're sure, Querida? I don't want to pressure you into it if you're not ready."

You smile at the sweetness of his consideration for your comfort.

"Yes, I'm sure... its time. The baby will be here soon, and we have to break that news first before the baby news."

"Ok, I'll get Lisa to do a press release and then we wait for all hell to break loose" Javi states.

"Can't wait..." you drawl out.

"It'll be fine, amor" Javi tries to sooth you, (wishing that he could hold right now).

"I know" you reply.

"I have to go now..." Javi sighs regretfully.

"Ok" you sigh in response.

"I love you."

"I love you too, Querida..."

You couldn't contain the excitement coursing through you when waking up this morning; Javi was coming home today. Nothing could sour your mood this week; not even the blowout of last week, over the news of your marriage to Javi could taint it. It was quite comical in the way which the news had been received, some had taken it quite well; words of congratulation and excitement flowing in when the announcement was posted, along with a few pictures of your wedding had been published. The other reactions were not so positive; people figuratively shitting themselves in response to the news. Javi and you had laughed over it and quickly moved on from it. It was done, next on the agenda was revealing your pregnancy but you both had decided to wait a bit more before doing so.

You were busy preparing lunch when the sound of the front door opening was heard.

"In the kitchen...!" you called out as heavy footsteps slowly make their way towards your location.

"There's my beautiful wife..." Javi voice rings out through the kitchen, causing you to squeal out in excitement.

"Javi...!" you rush him, arms wrapping tightly around his neck.

"Amor..." Javi groans out, holding tightly onto you. The moment is soon interrupted by 'someone' making their existence known.

loosening his hold; Javi gently moves you backwards, his eyes wide as he stares down at your belly.

"Yes that...?"

"Our very active daughter, say hi to her papa...? Yes, it is" you remark, broadly smiling at the look of astonishment on your husband's face.

Dropping down to his knees; an eager Javi gently takes hold of your belly as he presses the side of his face against it to feel the baby kick.

"Whoa..." Javi pulls his head back with a loud gasp of excitement after an extremely strong kick.

"You've got quite a kick there, Nena..." he proudly remarks, rubbing your belly where your daughter was kicking.

"She's just extra excited that her papa is home" you state as you gently run your fingers through his hair.

Tilting his head upward; Javi smiles at you, tears beginning to form in his eyes.

"Baby, what's wrong?" you ask, gently cupping his faces.

"I-I'm just so glad to finally be home..." Javi murmurs, breaking out into a full sob then.

"Aww... baby... I'm just as glad you're home" you coo in response, signally for him to get up from the floor.

"You must think I'm a fool" Javi tearfully chuckles, wiping at his eyes as he gets up.

"No" you frown, shaking your head as you cup his face in your palms.

"You're a man, that has been away from his pregnant wife for more than a month. It's quite normal to be emotional when feeling your unborn child kick for the first time."

"God, I love you..." Javi utters, tipping down to capture your lips in a kiss.

"Love you too" you smile against his lips, taking a step back then.

"Lunch is ready, if you're hungry. Go wash up and I'll plate it."

Not even making it a few steps; you're stopped in your tracks by Javi pulling you back flushed against his chest.

"I'm hungry for something else..." Javi softly growls out, gently nipping at the side of your neck.

"Javi!" you gasp out, giggling at the tickling sensation from his moustache.

"It's been over a month since I've touched you, I'm in absolute pain here..." Javi whines, grinding his very evident erection against your backside.

Your eyes instantly shut as you bite into your lip to stifle a needy whimper of your own. Only one breathless word spilling from your lips then.

"Bedroom."

"Hermosa..." Javi groans in appreciatively at your naked form lying on the bed as you wait for him to finish undressing himself.

"Please, I look like whale..." you roll your eyes, chuckling.

"Hey, don't ever talk like that about yourself" Javi frown in displeasure. Lying down next to you; he then cups your face to look into his eyes.

"You are and will always be the most beautiful woman to me. More so now that you're carrying our daughter."

Reaching up to stroke his cheek, you tearfully smile at him.

"I missed you so much."

"I missed you too, Querida... it was complete agony being away from you for so long" Javi responds, gently brushing the hair out of your face and tipping down to kiss you.

"Let me show you how much."

Beginning a slow trail of peppering kiss from your lips, then downward; Javi stops at your belly to pay it extra attention.

"Javi..." you whine out, needing his attention further down your body.

"What's wrong, Amor? Is there something you need?" Javi remarks with a cocky smirk.

"You better not tease me, Gutierrez... or...!" you growl in warning, but it turns into loud gasp when Javi takes nip at your inner thigh.

"Don't worry Cariño, there'll be no teasing today" Javi assures you, placing a gentle kiss against the flesh he had bitten moments ago.

"Need to be inside you too damn much."

"Then do it..." you whimper, attempting to pull him upward by the head.

Following your silent directions, Javi comes to lay next to you, leaning over you as he lovingly brushing the hair out your face.

"I'm a lot to take, Querida... especially after such a long time. Need to get you ready first, open you up to take me."

Tears of frustration threaten to spill from your eyes as you whimper out in protest.

"Shh... Cariño... I know, I know..." Javi strokes your hair in attempt to soothe you, pressing a kiss into it then.

"Don't want to hurt you or the baby... Let me take care of you, ok?"

You relent to his request; silently nodding for to go ahead. Pressing a kiss to your forehead, Javi moves back down to settle comfortably between your legs.

"A work of beauty..." Javi remarks, staring at your pussy in pure hunger. Carefully placing your leg onto his shoulders, Javi leans in to lick a long strip through your wet fold; causing you take in a sharp breath at the sensual friction caused by his facial hair.

"Almost forgot how good you taste..." Javi groans out; head diving back in to begin to devour you in earnest.

"Fuck, Javi..." you moan out, tossing your head from side to side in frustration at not being able to see pass your belly at what he was doing.

"Doing so good for me, Cariño..." Javi praises you as he starts probing a finger at your entrance.

You let out a loud cry when he finally slips the finger in; slowly working it in and out of you.

"Fuck, Querida... you're extremely tight..." he groans out in wonder as he continues working his finger in and out, adding a second one then after some time.

"There we go... staring to loosening up a bit..." Javi coos, his thumb going to work on your clit as you grind into his palm; broken moans and whimpers escaping from your lips at how good it felt to finally having his fingers inside of you after all this time.

"Fuck, I missed your fingers so much..." you manage to whine out in pleasure.

"Yeah...?" Javi groans in response, picking up the pace then.

"Fuck. Want you to cum on my tongue, then I'm going to fuck you..." he states, mouth latching back onto your pussy.

"J-Javi... I-I'm gonna cum..." you cry out in warning as your oncoming orgasm hits.

"That's it, Cariño..." Javi groans in approval, mouth sucking eagerly on your pussy as you cum.

Javi place one last gentle kiss to mound as you come down from your high, moving upward to lean over you from the side and lovingly strokes your hair back.

"You ok?"

"Mhmm... perfect..." you smile at him through hooded eyes.

Smiling back at you; Javi presses a kiss to your lips, hand reaching down to stroke your belly.

"Do you want to continue, or do you need a break?"

"Need you inside me..." you whimper out pleadingly.

Cupping your face; Javi looks in the eyes with a serious stare.

"You let me know immediately if it's too much."

You nod in agreement, but Javi shake heads in disapproval.

"Words, Hermosa... Need you to use your words."

"I will..." you drawl out with an eye roll, causing Javi to chuckle at your reaction.

"Lay on your side for me, Querida" Javi instructs, and you eagerly do so.

Javi gets comfortable behind you then; carefully pulling your leg back to rest over his own. Taking his erection in hand; Javi begins to gently probe at your leaking entrance. With the tip notched at it, he presses a kiss to side of your head.

"Ready?"

"Yes" you respond breathlessly, and he begins to slowly push into you then.

"Fuck, Hermosa..." Javi groans out as he continues feed his length into your tight walls.

You softly whine in response at the stretch of having him inside you again after a long time, eyes shut tightly as you try to relax to take all of him.

"That's it, Cariño... almost there" Javi places kisses of encouragement into your hair. Both of you letting out loud groans once he was fully sheath inside you.

"Fuck..." Javi groans out deeply as he waits for you to adjust.

"You're tighter than I remember..."

"Javi... need you to move..." you whine out, walls spasming around his cock in search for relief.

"Ok. Fuck... ok" Javi grunts, hips slowly beginning to rock up against you, your own moving backward to meet the rocking motion as you softly whimper out in pleasure.

"Does it feel good...?" Javi breathes into your ear through grunts as he gently palms your breast.

"Mhmm...." you whimper out through moans.

"Feels great... missed it. Missed you..."

"Fuck. You feel good around my cock..." Javi grunts out, biting into his lip to contain the need to go harder, faster.

"Taking me so good... Squeezing me so tightly..."

"Javi..." you call out, fingers digging into his arm as you felt your second orgasm nearing.

"What wrong, Cariño? Do you need to stop?" a concerned Javi enquires.

"No!" you cry out, shaking your head.

"Do-Don't stop... fuck" you whimper out as he continues.

"Need you to go harder..."

"Don't want to hurt you or the baby..." Javi grunts out almost painfully as his grip around your chest tightens.

"You won't..." you respond, moaning out.

"Please, Javi..."

"Fuck" Javi throws his head back with a loud grunt.

"Hold on..." he instructs, making sure to get a secure grip on you as he starts thrusting into you harder. The slapping sounds of skin-on-skin, along with the whimpers and groans from you and Javi, ringing out loudly through the room.

"This what you wanted?" Javi grunts into your ear, his pace picking up as both your orgasms began nearing.

"Yeah..." you cry out in pleasure.

"You like it when I fuck you hard...?"

"I love it..." you whimper in response.

"Then cum for me" Javi growls, his hand reaching down to rub at your clit.

"Cum around me cock, now!"

"Fuuuuck... I'm cumming..." you tilt your head back with a scream, Javi capturing your lip with a loud growl as he too reaches his climax.

It felt like the two of you were cumming forever with how long it took to finally finish. Both of you breathless once your lips eventually part.

"I love you..." Javi breathes out, his head resting tiredly against yours.

"I love you too..." you hum out blissfully, wrapped up tightly in your husband's arms. 

Tag: @thegreenkid2

Part 5

#Javi G #javi g x reader #javi g x you #plus size reader #the unbearable weight of massive talent #pedro pascal #javi gutierrez

[mystic-headcanons]

hi! saeran helping mc do her hair/makeup? or maybe them on halloween?

decided to do both and have him help her w her halloween costume ^^

it was halloween day, the rest of the rfa would be arriving soon, and you weren’t anywhere near being ready. half of your makeup was done, your outfit wasn’t on yet, and you couldn’t seem to get the wig to lay flat on your head. saeran was next to you doing his own makeup, but when he noticed you struggling with your wig for the third time, he set down his eyeliner and regarded you with laughter in his voice. “want any help with that?” he offered, amused. with a small, slightly frustrated huff, you nodded. convincing saeran to do a couple’s costume wasn’t as easy as you thought it’d be, but he eventually relented on the condition that he got to choose the costume. with nightmare before christmas as his favorite movie, it came as no surprise that he suggested sally and jack. (next time, you thought, you were forcing him to take the character with more makeup. two hours in the bathroom, and all you’d succeeded in was getting the face paint on.) “please.” you ignored the way he chuckled, instead sitting down on a stool you had dragged in earlier. he went behind you and started to braid your hair; the feeling of his fingers running through the long strands had you humming appreciatively, slightly tilting your head back.

he worked in silence for a while, until you broke it when you opened your eyes and caught him staring at you through the mirror. “what?” you asked, watching as he set the first braid down and moved onto the next one. “you just. look very cute when you’re relaxed like that.” saeran said, smiling at you. and, well, you had no choice but to blush like that. how long had you two been together? and still, every compliment made your cheeks light up. “where’d you learn to braid?” you asked a few minutes later as the question popped into your mind. saeran paused for a moment, hesitating before slowly talking again. “when i was…in mint eye,” he began, “the sav— rika. would have me brush her hair for her. i would style it at times too, but she always yelled if i pulled even a little bit, so i started doing it less and less.” there was always a layer of shame in his voice when he spoke of mint eye, of things he learned or things he did. every time, it broke your heart. “you’re very good at this. i don’t think you’ve pulled even once.”

once saeran was done braiding your hair, putting the actual wig on was quite fast. he pinned the braids up, put the wig cap on over them, and slipped the wig onto your head. "i'm pretty sure this would've taken me hours to do on my own." you mused, staring in the mirror at the bright red wig you had borrowed from saeyoung. (you were going to buy one, but saeyoung has...so many wigs.) "thank you." you smiled at saeran and leaned over to press a quick kiss to his cheek. "you'll have to help me with my hair more often. it was very relaxing."

you finished the rest of your makeup in record time, but when you got to the eyeliner you turned to saeran, who had finished with his costume, with a pleading look and an eyeliner pen in your hand. "please? you're really good at eyeliner." you asked, and beamed when he took the eyeliner from you and leaned in close. "two months ago you and saeyoung called me dollar store gerard way, but sure. i'm good at eyeliner." "and i stand by that." you said, squeezing your eyes shut and giggling when he lightly flicked your forehead. "i'm going to make this very uneven." he threatened, but there was warmth in his voice and you knew it was an empty threat.

moments after your eyeliner was finished, you heard raised voices. when the rfa members arrived, you didn't know, but you could hear jumin, who was threatening legal action, and zen, who was yelling at saeyoung to "take the damn costume off before my face swells up." you and saeran shared a look before rushing out of the bathroom and bumping into saeyoung, who was running past you in a full. cat. costume. it wasn't just ears and tail and paws, no, but a genuine cat suit that somehow looked exactly like jumin's cat. behind him, jumin was red in the face with anger and jaehee looked like she needed several drinks before she could start processing the situation. zen was already sneezing in rapid succession and as you stepped out to greet them- and hopefully alleviate the situation- you couldn't help but think that it was going to be a very. very. long night.

#mystic messenger #mystic messenger headcanons #jumin han #saeyoung choi #jaehee kang #saeran choi #yoosung kim #jihyun kim #saeran choi x mc #saeran choi x reader

[mostowa]

Post Traumatic Ship Disorder

Ok, hear me out. This is going to be a long post.

I am grieving and I will be grieving for several reasons. I am grieving for Lucy. I have been broken up by guys like Tim with a mindset that Lucy's had. And, let me tell you, this s u c k s. I believe, she is left alone with a feeling insufficient, with more questions than answers, just like I was. She is left alone with deep insecuirities and not understanding what's going on. Why the guy that only a few days before confessed he loved her suddenly walks away. Why is he making a choice for her? Why is he acting like a 15 year old high school boy? She is clueless and she is hurt. Lucy has been so badass for the whole series that I don't want her to end up with a guy that doesn't treat her like a partner.

I am grieving for Tim Bradford. Because he acted like a huge dick. He shut down Lucy after being the one saying "Unless it is". And he went through with the promise so well for so long and now he... gave up on the fight? He is just na ass. I'm sorry, but he is. I know he is in pain and I know he is stuck in his mind, but that is not a ticket to hurting people you claim to love. It is not.

I am grievieng for Chenford. After a break up like that I kind of don't want them to get back together. I think there might be way for them to come back, but unless he doesn't work this through and doesn't say he's sorry then it'll feel like she's just weak (SHE IS NOT) and he gets what he wants (and he's never been [written] like that). Tim needs to make up for his mistakes and show consistent support and change and repair his communication style. But, even then, if I were Lucy I wouldn't be so quick to let him back in. He betrayed her on so many levels here. He broke their bond, their mutual trust, their partnership. He just ruined the most important relationship of their lives.

I am grieving for the show. One of the reasons I've found The Rookie so special is how they've treated relationships. Until S6 all of the relationships developed organically and were based on mutual trust and willing to be together. It was refreshing to watch, when the drama came from work and not from stupid personal decisions that ramp up the views. And then they just decided to give that up with Tim and Lucy. When you say you love someone like Chenford did in 6x02 you don't hop off the train on the bump. You stay, you work it through. That's what Wopez did with far worse situation when Wesley acted like a scared gazelle with Elijah. And now they just decided to throw this out of the window, because of "the trope". It is such a dick move. And such a male perspective that they did.

I am grieving for myself. Chenford has been in a way deeply personal for me. It's one of the few ships I've boarded that made sense because they were so good at communicating problems, in what I deeply believe. My husband stole my heart, when he said once "Relationships are not supermarkets, you are not in and out whenever you wish. When I'm in, I'm in all the way". I cried so hard after that because of happiness and relief that I finally found someone like that. And so far I thought Tim and Lucy were a couple like that, too. Despite their problems and communication misfits, they were honestly trying and making it work. But now it feels like another couple on another soap dramedy, I grew up with (all the broken hearts of Grey's Anatomy please connect).

I am grieving, but I am a little bit curious how they are going to resolve this. Now I am sad, I am mad, I am frustrated and I don't trust the process anymore. But the promo for 6x07 looks kind of interesting and I hope that they know something I am not seeing because of how much I am in hurt now.

I guess Gravity brought Tim Bradford down for now. And I can write a very angsty fanfic now, which I love to do.

#chenford #the rookie #tim bradford #lucy chen #everybody hurts #break up

[jimblejamblewritings]

romeo and...cullen? | part 11.

Summary: Y/N Cullen, youngest in both actual age and last to be turned in the Cullen clan. Her world is turned upside down when Bella Swan enters her family’s life, because Bella doesn’t bring just herself but drags some of her friends into the Cullen’s life as well.

Warnings for the Series: light violence, light angst, light smut

Pairing: Jacob Black x reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

The drive to Bella’s house was silent until you guys got into the Swans’ driveway. Both you and Bella had been processing everything that just happened.

“So… you’re a werewolf?” Bella broke the silence. The three of you sat in the truck.

“Yeah, last time I checked. A few lucky members of the tribe have the gene. If a new vamp moves into town, the fever sets in,” Jacob said.

“Mono?” Bella asked.

“Yeah, I wish.”

“Did my family cause this?” you felt a bit guilty if this was your fault.

“No, I don’t think so. A bunch of us didn’t start turning till you guys left. You’re probably responsible for Sam’s turning, though.”

“Can we maybe not tell Leah that? I’m not trying to be the reason why my friend’s boyfriend dumped her… especially Leah.”

Jacob laughed. “Lips are sealed.”

“You can’t find a way to stop? I mean it’s wrong,” Bella said.

“It’s not a life-style choice. I was born this way; I can’t help it. You’re being such a hypocrite, Bells. Are we not the right kind of monster for you?” Jake’s voice raised a little.

“It’s not what you are, it’s what you do. They’ve never hurt anyone. You kill people, Jake,” Bella said.

“Wait, who’s killing people? Jacob, what’s going on in Forks?”

“We’re not killing anyone,” Jacob assured the two of you.

“Then, who is?” Bella asked.

“The only thing we do kill…”

“Us,” you said quietly. Jacob wouldn’t look at you at that moment. It was a fact he didn’t want to admit in front of you.

“What?!” Bella exclaimed. “Jake, you can’t.”

“Not the Cullen’s, unless they violate the treaty.”

“Not that, you can’t kill vampires, though. They will kill you,” Bella warns him.

“You should be careful, Jake.” You added on.

“Really? We took out the bloodsucker with dreads easy enough.”

“Laurent?” Bella asked.

“And his redheaded girlfriend is next,” Jake said, nodding his head.

“Vic— Victoria’s here?” Bella stuttered. You grew worried as well, if you knew how to contact Edward you would warn him. But all communication was conducted on your brother’s end.

“Was,” Jacob said. “We chased her all the way to the Canadian border. But she keeps coming back; we can’t figure out what she’s after.”

“Me.” Bella swallowed.

“Don’t worry, I’ll tell Sam. We have this place covered.”

The three of you got out of the truck and made your way up the porch steps.

“Thanks Jake, I’ll catch you later. I’m gonna go order us a pizza, (Y/N/N).” Bella walked inside the house, leaving you and Jacob on the porch.

Koda came bounding out the house before Bella could fully close the door. Jacob bent down to pet your dog. Koda lopped her head to the side, welcoming the scratches.

“So, a husky?” Jacob smirked.

“Yeah it was a joke. I don’t think Carlisle expected you to actually turn into a wolf.”

“So you knew this would happen?”

“Not really? Carlisle said wolves haven’t been seen amongst your tribe for years. The chances were slim.”

Jacob just hummed in understanding and stood up.

“Sam’s got me starting patrol but I could get some shifts off if you wanted to hang out.”

“Yeah, sounds good. Just um… just text me when.”

“Okay… I really am sorry (Y/N). For everything I said.”

You hated the awkward tension between you and Jacob. You just stood there holding your arms while he scratched the back of his neck. Koda looked between the two of you, even she could feel the awkwardness.

“I know, Jake. I forgive you.” You gave him a hug. Jacob gripped you tight like he was afraid to let you go.

“I’ve got patrol now, I gotta go.” He reluctantly let go of you. “I’ll see you soon (Y/N/N).”

“Bye, Jake.” You gave him a kiss on the cheek, making him instantly smile. “I’ll see you soon.”

“Stop by the res anytime. Emily will be glad to have another girl around the house.”

You nodded. You watched Jacob disappear into the woods completely before you and Koda headed inside the house.

~~

“I’ll admit the speed is something I’ll have to get used to but it sure is helpful,” Emily said as you finished cleaning the whole living and dining room before she could fully finish the kitchen. You had come over two days after you and Jake had that conversation on the porch.

“One of the few perks to this whole walking dead lifestyle.” You tossed one of the cleaning rags in the air, catching it in the other hand.

“I thought those were zombies.”

“Are they?”

“I’m pretty sure vampires are the undead.”

“Hmm.” You sat down on the living room couch and turned on the television.

“I thought Bella would be coming with you,” Emily said as she started on making lunch.

“She said she had plans in the morning. Jake and I are gonna pick her and Koda up after lunch.”

“You know you can bring your dog over anytime if you want.”

“Really? Thanks, Em.” You got up from the couch to help Emily with the sandwiches.

“Sam said Seth and Leah both have a fever, happened right after Harry got the heart attack. We might have two more members.”

“Leah?” you asked. “I didn’t know girls could turn.”

“I didn’t either. I think she’d be the first.”

“I’m glad they’ll join the pack, wish they were under better circumstances.”

“Me too. No one expected Harry to go, especially not so soon.” The two of you finished making sandwiches and rested on the couch.

The boys mentally groaned as they walked into Sam’s house. Dealing with Sam and his imprint was bad enough, but now that there were two of you around it was too much love to deal with sometimes. They were glad Jared’s imprint Kim was off at college, having three around would seem nearly insufferable. They had to deal with the lovey dovey thoughts and looks Jacob and Sam gave from the doorway of the house as the two looked at you and Emily: wearing their hoodies, messy buns and face masks, painting your nails and laughing with each other.

“Honeys, they’re home!” Paul announced loudly, making fun of Sam and Jacob.

You and Emily looked over your shoulders. You both waved at the two men in the doorway.

“Let the nails finish drying and we can go, okay.”

Jacob nodded and went to grab a shirt from the spare clothes closet Sam had in his house for the guys. You looked over at Emily.

“You know I can make this dry really fast.”

“Does this involve anything vampire?”

“How do you feel about piggyback rides?”

Emily very tentatively got on your back, careful to mind her nails. You warned her to close her eyes before you spun around at a crazy fast speed, minding not to go full speed. When she got down she took a few moments to steady herself and then tapped her nails.

“Completely dry, color me impressed.”

“You ready to go?” Jacob asked, coming back into the room.

You grabbed his hand. “Yep, yep.”

You and Jacob decided to take a walk on the beach, it would be your first time ever at La Push Beach. Most of the awkwardness was gone between you but it was like you were just meeting each other again for the first time. There was a new dynamic added with the whole werewolf element.

“Jake?”

“Hmm?”

“Imprinting. When the others were talking about it…” you felt Jacob’s hand go stiff. “Have you, have you imprinted on anyone?”

Jacob looked down at the sand as you two walked. “If I told you yes what would you say?”

“I would ask about her. Who she is, does it really feel like how you described it?”

Jacob stopped directly in front of you. You still weren’t used to the new height difference him being a wolf created.

“Does it really feel like she’s the new center of your world? That every time I see her I can’t help but smile to myself. That I always want to run my fingers through her (Y/H/C) hair or just melt when she looks at me with those amber eyes. Whatever she asked me to do for her I would.”

Jacob never stopped looking you in the eyes as he spoke. “Does it feel like she’s the only one who’s heart sings to me? Yeah, imprinting feels just like that.”

“And the lucky girl?” you couldn’t help yourself but smile as you asked.

“I happen to be looking at right now.”

Jacob leaned in to kiss you and you met him halfway. There was something even more passionate than any other time you had kissed. Jacob gripped your waist tight as he gently bit your bottom lip before quickly pulling away.

“You know I’m not fragile, Jake. You don’t have to worry about hurting me.”

“The scratches, last time I wolfed out…”

Jacob grunted as you used your vampire strength to pull him back down to kiss you. Your message was clear to him right then, you weren’t fragile. Jacob didn’t hold back this time. He had to admit, if there was any good reason for you to be a vampire was that he didn’t have to restrain himself. When you both pulled away he smiled before you continued your walk.

(Part 12)...

#jacob black x reader #twilight fic

[noforkingclue]

Anon who asked for some 8th Doctor here. It took me a while to come up with proper phrasing. The Doctor and reader voth have feelings for each other but are oblivious because the Doctor's just a physically affectionate person in general and the reader is a bit on the quieter and shy side, so they both don't notice that the other has feelings since to them, they don't act that much out of character. There's some angsty pining with a happy resolution. Thanks again :)

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Title: Unspoken Words

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“Y/n, come look at this!”

You couldn’t help but smile at the excitement in the Doctor’s voice as you made your way around the TARDIS console. The Doctor was pointing at the screen and when you were at his side of the console he gently grabbed your arm and pointed at it.

You felt your cheeks get hot as the Doctor dragged you closer and moved so you were standing directly in front of him. He put one hand on the console while the other moved to your shoulder. You hated to admit that the words the Doctor was saying melted into the background at the contact.

Damn you and your massive crush on the man.

The Doctor probably already knew and was just being kind, treating you like any other companion. He wouldn’t want you to know that anything was wrong and that he knew. He would want everything to remain as normal.

“So we’ll be going there then?”

“Huh?”

You looked over at the Doctor and realised just how close your faces were. Your face got even hotter and even the Doctor seemed mildly surprised. It was almost as though he hadn’t realised you were as close as you were. Eventually he coughed and broke eye contact and said,

“So, what do you think? Sound like a good place for a rest?”

“A rest?”

“Beats being shot at by Daleks.”

“Doctor, wherever you go we are bound to be shot at by something.”

“We can always-“ the Doctor said quickly, a panicked look on his face

“But travelling with you wouldn’t be half as exciting as it is if we didn’t!”

*

“I’m sorry about this,” the Doctor whispered, “Not exactly what I had planned when I said I’d take you to Victorian England.”

You glanced at the Doctor shyly before quickly breaking eye contact again. Despite the Doctor being a very… physical person you had never been this close to him before. The Doctor twirled you around the ballroom again as you whispered back,

“I don’t know. I can imagine worst people to be fake engaged to.”

It was at the moment that you stumbled over the long skirts of your dress. The Doctor’s grip of your waist tightened and he pulled you closer against his chest. You heard soft mumbles from those observing the dancing and you couldn’t tell if it was disapproval or not. It seemed that Victorian high society was very easily offended.

“Still,” the Doctor said, “I should’ve asked first before introducing you as my fiancé.”

“From what I can tell it seemed that you didn’t have much of a choice. Pretend to be engaged or face Victorian stigmatism.”

The Doctor let out an amused chuckle and took a moment to scan the room. When he looked back at you, you were still not making eye contact with him. He felt a pang course through his hearts. He wished that you would just look at him with those beautiful eyes.

Damn his… feelings.

Of course you probably knew about them. Your intelligence was one of his favourite things about you. You could easily tell that his feelings for you was slightly more than friendly. His wish to have you pressed against him, he often had to refrain himself from constantly wrapping his arms around you. The urge to pull you close on every adventure. He had to balance being friendly with being overly friendly. He wouldn’t want to ruin the purely platonic feelings you clearly had for him.

“Still,” your soft voice broke him out of his daydreams, “You’re old. I’m sure this must’ve happened to you on more than one occasion.”

“Oh you know,” the Doctor said vaguely, “Once or twice.”

‘But with no one I’d want to do it again with. At least, until now.’ He thought

*

Ever since the ball things between you and the Doctor had been different. Not a bad different just… different. You hugged yourself tightly as you walked around the console room. The Doctor was rattling off a list of places and planets but your mind wasn’t on them. You kept thinking back to that night.

“Y/n? Are you listening?”

“Hmm?” it took you a moment to realise that the Doctor had said your name, “Oh sorry. My mind was elsewhere.”

The Doctor sighed and pulled a leaver on the TARDIS. It shuddered and you didn’t need to look outside to know you were floating in deep space.

“Are you ok?” he said

“Yes.”

“You know you can tell me anything.”

“I know.”

“And… and if you want to go home you only need to say. I won’t stop you.”

“H- home?”

The Doctor was looking down at the console. He glanced up at you before quickly looking away again.

“Home.” You said again

The Doctor gave you a sad, but seemingly accepting smile, and nodded.

“I just want to show you one last thing.”

“Doctor-“

“Please. Just let me do this.”

You remained silent as the TARDIS once again shuddered to life. It lurched to the left and you grabbed the railings to stop yourself falling over. When the TARDIS finally stopped the Doctor walked over to you and held out his hand.

“One last thing.” He said

Reluctantly you put your hand in his as he led you to the TARDIS doors. With a sad smile he flung open the doors. You gasped at the beautiful sight in front of you.

“A birth of a planet,” the Doctor said, his lips ghosting over your cheek, “Millions of years ago.”

“It’s beautiful.”

“I know.”

You looked over at the Doctor who wasn’t looking at the sight just outside the TARDIS. His gaze was locked on you. You swallowed thickly and said,

“I don’t want to go home.”

“You don’t have to stay. I don’t want to think that I’m forcing you to stay.”

“You’re not,” you said, “I never wanted to leave in the first place.”

“Oh,” the Doctor smiled at you sheepishly, “Now I feel rather silly.”

“Don’t. Where else would I be able to see this.”

You nudged him playfully and the Doctor seemed to relax. After a moment’s hesitation he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you against him. You rested your head against his shoulder as he rubbed soothing circles against your skin.

Once again you could feel a shift in your relationship. Something unspoken between you but no words were needed. You both knew exactly what the other was thinking.

#fanfiction #doctor who #reader insert #request #the doctor #the doctor x reader #Eighth Doctor #eighth doctor x reader

[tearlessrain]

Lumpy Kiba Part 2: Origins

I just wanted to also address this real quick because a few people have insisted that Lumpy Kiba predates Wolf’s Rain and I don’t personally believe that’s the case.

even more deranged ranting under the cut!

Firstly, I was a teenager when Wolf’s Rain came out and was first popular, and to the best of my memory I only ever saw that silhouette in Wolf’s Rain fan content until later (it made a slight detour through the broader wolfaboo community before taking over clipart repositories everywhere, but obviously it broke containment in short order). I had Lumpy Kiba as my desktop background (on my user account on the Family Computer) for a while. Howling wolf silhouettes have been a thing since forever, of course, but I was obsessed with wolves and I don’t remember seeing much of Lumpy Kiba specifically until more recently.

Secondly, that opening sequence wolf is animated. I know an animation frame can be traced but that seems unlikely in an anime that is entirely about wolves. one assumes the people involved knew how to draw them without tracing.

Thirdly, the anime still is the only place where the wolf silhouette actually... looks good. It’s significantly higher in quality than the clipart and traces that followed, and includes shading and detail that Lumpy Kiba never does. The anatomy, while a bit wonky, makes sense with the way wolves are drawn in the anime.

It matches the style of the anime in the way it’s constructed and the way it moves. Here’s another still from it, of another wolf on a cliff with its head up (though this one is throwing someone else off a cliff. don’t worry about it)

wheeee

anyway, the wolf in this shot clearly has a different silhouette from Lumpy Kiba or Original Kiba, but a lot of the stylistic quirks (prominent wrist bumps that you can also see on the background wolf, concave back, long upper foreleg that extends down off the chest, long metatarsals, skinny waist) are the same, and consistent in a lot of scenes.

you can see the stylistic quirks in other places too, like the end credit sequence where elements of the wolf’s outline are exaggerated compared to a real one (also that tiny waist again). this isn’t a bad choice, and it works well in the anime where the artists clearly know what a wolf looks like and are choosing what to exaggerate. the lumps emphasize the wolfiness instead of obscuring it.

there’s also the particular posture and conformation of Lumpy Kiba that’s rarely seen in silhouettes that aren’t derived from it, but seen constantly in wolf’s rain. real wolves have somewhat narrow chests and stand with their forepaws fairly close together most of the time. a lot of non-Lumpy Kiba clipart reflects this.

but wolves in Wolf’s Rain tend to have broad chests and a wide, square stance that’s congruous with the silhouette from whence Lumpy Kiba came but not that typical in real wolves. they have a stiff, boxy sort of look and movement to them.

in the anime, it looks fine. but it makes Lumpy Kiba stand out because not only is he based on a pretty stylized wolf, a lot of elements that look fine in a few frames in an anime with shading and a cohesive art style around it (the pointy hocks and butt bump, for example) end up weirdly exaggerated in the clipart because whoever traced it was just following the lines they saw instead of considering actual wolf anatomy, so the quirks are both exaggerated by the process, and taken out of context.

my theory as to why people believe they’ve seen that same silhouette predating Wolf’s Rain is the same reason the Mandela effect and that dude who allegedly appears in everyone’s dreams are a thing: human perception and memory is flawed, howling wolves are an incredibly popular motif, and at this point Lumpy Kiba is so pervasive that that’s what most people probably picture when they think of a howling wolf silhouette, especially if they don’t know that it’s all the same wolf. there are also a lot of weirdly stylized wolf cliparts out there, and unless you’re me and have been holding a grudge about this specific thing for the last fifteen years, there is very little reason for your brain to have a dedicated “every distinct wolf silhouette I’ve seen on a tshirt in that weird crystals-swords-and-holographic-horse-print shop at the mall” section in its memory.

it’s certainly possible that Wolf’s Rain traced (and improved) a clipart that already existed for one specific frame for some reason, but for now I’m gonna continue my assumption that Kiba is indeed its origin.

#posting these out of order so you can read them in order #lumpy kiba

[jq37]

It was a good first episode. There's always some growing pains before they lock down the dynamic, but this was a solid introduction to what's coming down the pipeline. Murph and Emily successfully broke my heart the most. One's marriage is crumbling and the other's just a really traumatized child. Lou and Ally character's are pretty great and seem to have the most plot going on ATM. That voice Lou's doing is such a choice. Zac and Siobhan need more time before we can fully sink our teeth in. PIB is entertaining, but that's all we got so far. And while I'm desperately trying to block out Siobhan's intro, beyond the stressful horror, Rosamund didn't give us a lot character wise. Looking forward to getting stressed out by the rest of the season.

I was a big fan of this first episode! There was a lot of interesting stuff intro'd with all the new PCs (and I really got a sense of like...Once Upon a Time but competent lol). I already went through my thoughts a bit in the recap for the week but here are some more casual thoughts on everyone.

(1) Rosamund: Roz seems to have retained a lot of her princess niceties and demeanor which is honestly impressive considering her entire Situation. I'm wondering if this is going to be a Ruby style arc where she turns jaded eventually or if she's just going be Like This the whole time. A sunshine-y character in a crapsack world is always an interesting contrast. Also, we kind of started and ended with her since Pinocchio was warned that someone was coming for her. I'm curious if the fairy who cursed her is the same fairy that Pinocchio met.

(2) Ger: Brennan does this really cool thing where the end of the world is happening but you're like, "Oh no! This character cheated on this other character!" The human drama stuff feels just as weighty and often more weighty than the life or death stuff. That's how I feel about Ger's whole situation. He's really a dude in need of some serious self-reflection and I'm charmed by how pathetic he is. The issues he's having with his wife are so grounded in reality, even though they involve conversations that start, "Remember who we started dating when I was a frog?" Can't wait to see more of him--and hopefully Elodie at some point too. Where is she Brennan???

(3) Tim: Once again, everything with the Gander is totally messed up. I really hate the idea of accidentally stumbling into a kind of eldritch pact. You're right that there's a very clear plot hook with him and his mission with the book. From the way it was framed, it almost seems like the book has the "correct" or at least more wholesome versions of the tales in it somehow. Or is a gateway to where those versions exist? Because Brennan said it was their town but without the flooding and Jack looked like how he "was meant to be" or something like that. A lot to think about.

(Sidenote: Me and my friend were joking about whether the bad guy this season was going to be capitalism, or the church and my halfway joking answer is capitalism in the form of some version of the Disney Corporation lol.)

(4) Puss: I don't have a lot to say about Puss that I haven't already said in my recap but I love Zac putting his all into his cat mannerisms and I really love this grounded look at what would actually happen after the Puss in Boots story. Looking forward to getting more info.

(5) Red: Yikesssssssssssssssssssss. Emily just went for the jugular right away, huh? As usual, no notes Ms. Axford. I think it's super cool they mixed the Red story and the Big Bad Wolf story. I wonder if/when we're going to get details on how it went down with her grandma because we never got that. I feel like Emily might steal the emotional killshot crown from Siobhan for me this season.

(6) Pinocchio: OK first of all, no one can say Lou doesn't commit to the bit. Second of all, as I said in my recap and at the top in Roz's section, there's clearly something afoot here. Why does Pinocchio’s stepmom want Roz kept safe? And who even is she? My pet theory (based on very little info to be fair) is that she's Cinderella herself somehow but she could very easily be lots of other people (one of the stepsisters is a guess I didn't mention in my recap). Clearly, we're missing a ton of puzzle pieces here so I'm eager to get more. Also, I’m gonna be so mad when Lou is having a super emotional scene and he’s talking Like That. You monster.

One last thing: I'm curious about the timeline here. Since Roz has been asleep for 100 years it seems, how does that slot in with everything else? How long has this plan involving her been in motion. If Sleeping Beauty happened 100 years ago, when did—for instance--the Cinderella story happen (if it happened)?

OK, that’s what I got. Looking forward to the next ep on Wed!

#asks #dimension 20 spoilers #dimension 20 #neverafter #neverafter spoilers #d20 #farmer-10

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ㅡan otome-style interactive fiction wherein you play as (y/n). the plot and the character (y/n) ends up with are solely dependent on your choices.

taglist: @thechaosoflonging @alienvarmint @phoenix666stuff @citrustsuki

♡♡ CHARACTER PROFILE ♡♡

NAME: (y/n)

BIRTHDAY: -

STATUS: Single

PERSONALITY: eat. sleep. hyperfixate. repeat.

BEST FEATURE: well, we are not so sure about that too

INTELLECTUAL ABILITY: 8

PHYSICAL ABILITY: 6

COMMUNICATION SKILLS: 8

CHARM: 9.5

CURRENT CONCERN: "having a pet would greatly better my mental health but the landlord won't let us keep an animal in our apartments. not even a goldfish!!"

NAME: Daichi Sawamura

BIRTHDAY: December 31

STAR SIGN: Capricorn

PERSONALITY: determined, passionate, and might come off blunt and strict.

BEST FEATURE: abs and broad shoulders heart of gold. a promising swimmer from miyagi

INTELLECTUAL ABILITY: 7

PHYSICAL ABILITY: 10

COMMUNICATION SKILLS: 7

CHARM: 9

CURRENT CONCERN: "i think my seniors are purposely giving me a hard time. maybe I should work on my breaststrokes more."

NAME: Atsumu Miya

BIRTHDAY: December 5

Star Sign: Sagittarius

PERSONALITY: ?

BEST FEATURE: talent in music. his tattoos and piercings.

INTELLECTUAL ABILITY: 7

PHYSICAL ABILITY: 6

COMMUNICATION SKILLS: 6

CHARM: 10

CURRENT CONCERN: "can someone tell bokuto to stop calling me when he's drunk? i am not akaashi."

NAME: Kuroo Tetsurou

BIRTHDAY: November 17

Star Sign: Scorpio

PERSONALITY: timid, reserved, and tad bit awkward.

BEST FEATURE: his glasses, man. he looks good with it.

INTELLECTUAL ABILITY: 10

PHYSICAL ABILITY: 7

COMMUNICATION SKILLS: 4

CURRENT CONCERN: "why did i let (y/n) decide?? i should have invited myself to their place (tho thats kinda weird and creepy) but now i have to deal with them coming to my dorm!! what should i do?? should i keep my manga collection in my closet? how about my action figures? where should i hide them?? THIS IS BAD."

NAME: Tsukishima Kei

BIRTHDAY: September 27

Star Sign: Libra

PERSONALITY: ?

BEST FEATURE: his tied back man bun and big hands.

INTELLECTUAL ABILITY: 10

PHYSICAL ABILITY: 5

COMMUNICATION SKILLS: 4

CURRENT CONCERN: "it's the second time this month this goddamned airconditioner broke down."

OTHER CHARACTERS: SOON !

ㅡthis is updated in line with the fic so details may change from time to time

thanks <3

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[pacifymebby]

Do you have any fave LGBTQ+ literature, tv, movies, content creators?

Okay so I'm still trying really hard to find queer books that I like because beyond Allen Ginsburg in college we weren't taught any LGBTQ+ authors/poets (except Carol Ann Duffy but the only thing I'd recommend about her work is to stay away because I hate it haha)(I probably hate it because of school tbh, sorry Carol) so anyway yeah, when it comes to this I've had to do all the searching myself and I don't really know how well I've done.

But for books:

🍂 Orlando / Virginia Woolf

I kind of can't believe Virginia Woolf wasn't on my other recommendations because The Waves is one of my favourite books (again I think you have to have a lot of patience but it is beautiful) and this one is brilliant too. A man wakes up in a woman's body and gender roles are revealed to be a little bit silly.

🍂 Thérèse and Isabelle / Violet Leduc

Erotic novella about two girls at boarding school, low-key spoke to me as a bi girl who kind of started realising her bisexuality when exploring sexuality was sort of thrust upon me by female friends at school I guess. It's just a good example of feminine sexuality and desire written by someone who knows.

🍂 Chelsea Girls / Eileen Myles

I'm very into Eileen Myles as a poet and these stories are so so so so so fucking good too!!!!

🍂 In The Dream House / Carmen María Machado

I got into this because it's what Google recs when you finish The Dangers of Smoking in Bed / Mariana Enriquez and honestly, I didn't enjoy it as much but it was still amazing. It's gothic horror af but also a really important work on abusive relationships within the queer community which the author has personal experience of and thinks isn't spoken about enough. Its really haunting, did fuck me up a bit but ultimately in a good way. But be careful because it does chronical abuse and that can be upsetting.

🍂 On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous/ Ocean Vuong

Another one where I love their poetry and think they can do no wrong tbh, I haven't finished this yet (I keep getting distracted but don't be put off by that I'm just really easily distracted!!) And I think it's wonderful idk. It's also written in quite a cool style which is always a bonus I find.

🍂 Our Wives Under the Sea / Julia Armfield

I actually only read this because I read an essay on the Exorcist and body horror by the author where she talks about her experience with having a cyst that had to be operated on twice. The essay was so stunning that I was like damn, gonna have to read that book everyone's talking about now and bestie, was worth it. The books class also.

🍂 Sister Outsider / Audre Lorde

I just think everyone should read Audre Lorde, Audre Lorde should have been on the curriculum instead of endless Simon Armitage idk. I read this and Your Silence Will Not Protect You as a 19 year old and they changed the course of my life idk.

🍂 Communion / bell hookes

Read this and broke up with my shitty ex boyfriend. It's not entirely about lesbianism but more kind of, love in general, platonic, romantic, what it really means to love. She talks about the feminist choice to choose lesbianism which was a phenomenon in the 70s and also discusses a lot to do with how misogyny impacts womens ability to love and be loved. It was a really important read for me, made all the more important because when I picked up the book my boyfriend ripped into her name and tried to be like lol what would you read her for...and then I read it and was like oh HE'S the problem.

Poetry:

🐇Howl / Allen Ginsburg

I know he's problematic but for me Howl was the prototype, the first massive poem I read and loved as an adult, the first one where language really sounded musical to me, the first poem I heard that Hurt. If you can you should listen to the YouTube of him reading it in San Francisco,that's amazing.

I also really like A Supermarket in California.

🐇 Sappho

Just all of it I guess, I think we're all eventually pushed towards Sappho and for good reason.

🐇Emily Dickinson

Read her letters to Sue, Open Me Carefully. I read these one summer between school years and I think they changed me. Her poetry in general is wonderful, some of it occasionally comes off as very old fashioned (shock horror our girl was born in the 1800s) but there's much to savour there. Also apparently there's a TV series about her life on Apple TV, I don't have Apple TV though so I haven't seen it.

As for TV and movies I don't think I have anything at all. I don't watch a lot of TV and I mostly only watch the same 5 old man movies on repeat. I think books have always been my thing, I can concentrate on reading in a way I can't concentrate on TV and also just the fact you can put your book in your pocket and get it out on the bus, in the staff room, at school, at the pub when you're waiting for your pals etc... I was always a headphones and books gal so I don't really have any recs for TV. Sorry :/

EDIT: Kill Your Darlings!!!! As in the movie, if you're into the beats you should watch it, it's very good and a real insight into what was in reality a pretty nasty little scene.

#pacifymebby recs #pacifymebby books

[haylorsbabe]

Question…? is haylor: explanation-

i’m just gonna go lyric by lyric since i’m doing somewhat long explanatios(also if anyone wants me to do this with any other song just send me an ask)

‘i remember’

this song literally samples OOTW in the beginning which is obvi haylor. also this song is track 7 and which is harry’s lucky number

‘good girl sad boy’

this lyric is similar to in style when she names attributes between her and harry ‘good girl faith’ now around the time that they dated harry was assumably going through a lot as was all of one direction for this song im gonna reference to an unreleased song of harry’s/one direction’s called half the world away (which i think is haylor)which gives the impression he was struggling

‘big city wrong choice’

we can assume this big city is new york since around the time of haylor (2012-2015) taylor was in new york a lot. And many times that they were papped together they were in new york. now as far as wrong choices, the first thing that would come to mind is when harry kisses someone else in australia. Since that’s what caused their first breakup. it could maybe also be harry not fighting enough to get her back and then she ended up with calvin which to me was the ultimate downfall of haylor. i’d put my money on either due to the following lyric

‘we had one thing going on i swear that it was something’

now taking it from the perspective of the first situation, after harry kissing someone else taylor and harry broke it off for a bit. So this could be taylor realize that her and harry had something special and she would want to try again. if it was the latter i would say it’d be more her realizing that her and him had something she may never get with someone else specifically calvin.

‘cause i don’t remember who i was before you’

now i think this combined with the next lyric essentially says that this relationship was mind changing for her. also taking into consideration the relationships she had before which were either young/immature or just inappropriate. but this one is different and special. many times she talks about the relationships that inspired songs i think are haylor she talks about how even in it being fragile and anxiety inducing it was still special and worthy of a chance.

‘painted all my nights a color i’ve searched for since’

now since i think maroon is about harry i think this lyric makes even more sense. but also taking just about any haylor song and you can kind of put together that she’s describing a relationship that didn’t work but no one’s to blame. And that it changed her and was important. I feel like with haylor it feels like a relationship like no other even if they are happy with other people it won’t have the spark that it had. therefore she can’t find that feeling (color) with anyone else.she also uses color imagery in OOTW

‘but it was one thing after another’

with haylor because they were off and on there was kind of like all these different dividing factors at different times that they felt like they couldn’t escape. and even when they were broken up they would always get asked about each other. or end up in the same place like parties and award shows. which is why so many people consider it ‘right person wrong time’. even though they went together very well it could’ve never happen at the right time for both of them

‘fucking situation, circumstances, miscommunications’

continuing my last point, timing was never right, or they weren’t in the right place to date at the time which through off the relationship. specifically with harry since we know he was struggling at the time. but this was also somewhere around the time taylor’s ED became more noticeable. so they weren’t really in a place to have the perfect relationship. also going back to when i said calvin was the ultimate downfall of haylor, one thing that kept them apart was having some level of a relationship with other people. but with calvin it lasted so long that at some point taylor wasn’t just gonna leave him and run back to harry, then she met tom which threw off her and calvin and she then found joe. so they didn’t really get another chance.

‘and i have to say, by the way, i just may like some explanations, can i ask you a question’

i think haylors final ending probably left them both with confusion. since it didn’t result in them trying again a month later. but also once it was over it allowed them to recognize that what they had was special. which is what i think the chorus represents, basically taylor saying have you ever found something like what we had, because she knows he hasn’t

‘did you ever have someone kiss you in a crowded room’

now obviously this could be a reference to the new years kisses or that supposed make out they had at that party. but i also think it can represent how public the relationship was which played a part in its demise, and how everyone was always looking at what they were doing,

‘and every single one of your friends were making fun of you’

harry got teased a lot for being with taylor by the boys and by his other friends. i honestly feel like him and taylor were like a disney couple it’s like of course it’d be them together it just makes so much sense.

‘but fifteen seconds later they were clapping too then what did you do’

now i think this could mean both how no matter how many jokes people made about it they had to recognize that they went together well. but also i’m regards to their new years kiss they were kissing before the ball dropped but everyone was cheering during their other kiss since the ball had dropped.

‘did you leave her house in the middle of the night’

nighttime and references to midnight/ middle of the night are common in haylor songs. and around the haylor time harry was photographed leaving taylor’s house or hotel in the middle of the night, many times.

‘did you wish you’d put up more of a fight, when she said it was too much’

i think something else with haylor is that taylor was looking for something more serious and committed which is something harry may not have been able to give at the time, so he also couldn’t fight to get her back. and i think taylor had wished that harry tried to get her back more before she was with calvin so she 1 didn’t date calvin for 15 months and 2 get one last try with harry.

‘do you wish you could still touch her it’s just a question’

first off, harry was the first time taylor starting making more clear innuendos. but also i think the last line of the chorus is important because she’s somewhat defensive of the fact that what she saying isn’t some casual checkup with an ex asking follow up questions

‘half moon eyes’

random connection about this lyric is that both harry and taylor got crescent moon necklaces from stevie nicks

‘bad surprise’

with haylor, just about everything both of them did was in a tabloid. and especially considering the previously mentioned miscommunication i can only imagine how many ‘bad surprises’ could come from this. like the AUS kiss or harry dating kendall who taylor was somewhat friends with.

‘did you realize? out of time’

there breakup i believe caused harry to self-reflect on what they relationship really meant to him. but it was too late to get her back.

‘she was on your mind with some dickhead guy’

basically just harry’s unreleased song him. as i’ve said in this before when harry didn’t truly understood how much taylor meant till she was already entangled with calvin

‘that you saw that night, but you were on something’

the 2015 billboard music awards. where he was clearly not a fan of mr harris also we know harry had dappled in both drugs and alcohol somewhere around this time

‘it was one drink after another’

as i just mentioned, also in harry’s unreleased song i talked about earlier ‘half the world away’ there’s a lyric ‘i stared drinking i don’t know half of what i’m thinking’

‘fucking politics and gender roles and you’re not sure and i don’t know, i just may like a conversation’

i think this can mean both politics in the literal sense but also in the who knows who sense. also around 2015 harry staring dressing ever so slightly more feminine and he got a lot of shit for it.

‘does it feel like everything’s just like second best after that meteor strike‘

yet again the realization that what they had was special and exclusive to each other. and they’d never find that same thing again even if they’re happy with other people.

‘and what’s that that id heard that you’re still with her’

honestly i think this could be kendall or olivia. taylor’s voice at this part is even somewhat condescending. showing she knows harry isn’t getting what her got with her and that these other relationships are missing the spark haylor had. specifically with olivia i think it pulls it back to now where she occasionally looks into what harry’s doing and she knows it’s still not the same.

‘that’s nice i’m sure that’s what suitable, and right, but tonight can i ask you a question’

again she knows he’s in the relationship because they feel right and they though they might not get scrutinized the same way the pay off won’t be as good. it’s just what’s suitable at the time.

ok that’s it !! i hope y’all enjoy that took way too long lmaoo, and like i said before send me an ask if you want me to do more of these🤎



#haylorisback #haylorisreal #haylor #harry loves taylor #we’re still getting haylor in 2022 wake up people #harry and taylor #haylorsbabe

[dreambones]

@witchysolfan Princess Vanessa and Jester Sun/Moon AU reminded me of how much I absolutely love the "Princess runs away with Pirate Captain" trope but I've never really made anything concrete with it, so Im fixing that now.

I decided I get to be super self indulgent and make an AU were Starling is a Princess and asks the pirate Captain Foxy to help her run away.

Also fuck quality, this is my art now aagsfd Im 31 and get to decide this is good enough (and I am still feeling the co/vid after effects).

I'm making this story out of order and jumping to the bits I want at random, so yeah sorry about the chaos. This will also be mix drawn and written because, why not. That being said, written part under the cut.

“I don’t have riches, I am part of the riches!” The princess interrupts, not fully forgetting her manners nor whom she is in front of, but not quavering or letting the animatronic diminish her wishes like so many others around her “No one asks coins if they wish to be exchanged for goods, they get traded with no choice, or voice whatsoever… Captain…”

There’s silence, the Princess hands tighten their grip around her mug. She closes her eyes briefly and takes a deep breath, she couldn’t lose this opportunity.

“Tell me Captain, have you ever been told what color coat you have to wear?”

The fox seems taken aback by the question before regaining the mocking sneer and scoffing back.

“I can’t see ‘ow me clothin’ preferences be important ‘ere.”

“Please, just, indulge me.”

“Alright, I’ll bite. No, I’ve ne’er been told what color to wear, I make that choice meself every morning, but I be open to suggestions.”

Starling bites her tongue, the pirate mocking her like everyone else in her life, treating her as an entertainment. But she couldn’t allow herself to lose sight of her goal.

“Let me rephrase with a different example. Is there anyone with the power to make you marry anyone they choose, no matter your opinion? Tell you whom you should love and bear children for?”

The animatronic toothy smile starts slowly to fade, making no comment, which the Princess uses as a permission to go on.

“Perhaps having your weight controlled, only being allowed a certain amount not because there’s not enough food, but because you must stay within a certain measure that you did not pick. Or be forbidden to cut your hair, or style it outside certain hairdos, maybe you get lucky to pick a small accessory, as long as it’s of her highness liking, otherwise you should go change it.”

All her life she had been bound to someone else's wishes, expected to listen and follow without question. The Queen knew better than her, her uncles knew better than her, her aunts, her cousins, everyone always had an opinion she was meant to follow. Of course being a princess had its perks, she never had to worry about work, she could sit down and gossip like her aunts did all day long, not worry about there being food on the table, wear warm clothes and have a fire for the cold days of winter. She told herself she should be grateful and stop asking for more, but she felt so empty, like a doll on a shelf, waiting to be shown to guests and doing neat tricks to entertain them. Another accessory to be used for the good of the royal family.

“All the steps in my life have been closely supervised and led to the tiniest detail, so yes, I want to be free, and if that’s so hard to understand then I thank you for your time and will be on my way.”

She was trying hard to not break, but somewhere along her speech, her tears had escaped her eyes, she didn’t notice until she broke eye contact with the piercing golden eyes of the fox in front of her, and saw the wet spot on the table, reaching to her face and cleaning her eyes frantically with her sleeve.

The silence was unbearable, what was she thinking? Starling stood up from her chair, she should have never asked, she needed to go before being further ridiculed. This was stupid, like all her other stupid ideas, foolish, childish…

“Lass, I cannot give ye yer freedom-“ The princess didn’t dare look at the pirate, body trembling like a leaf. She was already expecting the negative, but it still hurt, the hole of hopelessness growing bigger in her stomach. “-But, I can assist ye in yer trip to claim it.”

Breath got stuck in her throat. Eyes wide and bright with new tears, she could only watch as the pirate stood up and closed the distance with a step, towering over her with ease. With a smile, just as toothy but with no trace of malice behind it, he pulled out of a pocket an old but clean blue handkerchief and offered it to her with his clawed hand.

“Pardon me, but I ‘ad to make sure yer intentions were true. Chica ‘as a good hart, an’ most o’ the time, a good eye too, but ‘er need to protect an’ “chicken” others gets in the way often. My crew be my family, an’ I need to protect my family, savy?”

The princess doesn’t move to take the offered piece of fabric, unable to break eye contact, slowly processing the words told, her heart slowly speeding up inside her chest.

“…Does that mean?”

“Aye! Ye and yer mates be welcome aboard the Golden Fang. Now clean them tears, I’ll ‘ave no mopey faces on me ship!”

He loudly but cheerfully laughs, hooked hand on his hips as he roughly, but causing no harm, pushes the handkerchief against the princess cheeks, startling her into finally reacting and grabbing it, a smile forming on her lips, head dizzy with all sorts of different emotions.

“A-aye Captain, thank you, thank you.”

#FNAF #FNAF AU #FNAF Foxy #FNAF Princess and Pirate AU #FNAF Starling #Long text #ask to tag #my art #self indulgent galore

[wytfut]

tiny gifts (not really)

As anyone knows that reads my goofy thoughts here. I write, as I like to write, and sometimes I get an ear worm, that just won't let go of me. This is not me trying to create art (at least I don't believe so), as much as its journal of ear worms.

The meds I did 6 weeks ago, were mind bending. I think so much that some thoughts may have just disappeared.

But one ear worm has stuck with me for weeks now. But I haven't been able to write about it, with the correct impact. Not that I write to improve myself, or make perfect prose. That is a laugh within its self....

......

I have what I feel very fortunate, many friends. Many of them I consider very loyal, as I'm very loyal to them. Im very comfortable with this.

One of them is some distance from me. We have a very odd and scary cosmic relationship which I won't go into any details. But sometimes it appears we are doublegangers of sorts.

He has had handed him by life, to raise his own grandchild. I've seen this done many times in my life time. And without putting a foot into the water, I don't know that I could do this my self. I would hope I could, but I don't know I could.

This grandchild has picked a life style, that is challenging enough for adults, let alone a teenager.

Because of this choice of life style, the pressure became too much. And the grandchild made an effort to end it all, around the middle of November if I remember right...

Let the above sink in for a bit before continuing on..... just put yourself there for a moment.

......

By nature, I try to help folks out when ever possible. Many times its a huge task, but generally, I won't turn anything down. Strangers and friends alike.

My buddy, in this situation, I couldn't help him other than by phone call, or email.

During this event, I don't recall for sure, but we ended up on the phone with each other (I think I called him, for a weekly chat). He tried to make like it was a regular day in his life, but he started to fall apart in the conversation. He finally broke down and told me the details. I insisted he hang up as family needed him (for goodness sake, he was in the E.R. when he answered his phone). And told him to call me when things freed up.

He did. I hope I helped in conversation with him, but probably will never know for sure. I did my best at the moment, we don't get rehearsal time.

In our weekly conversations, I'd ask about the grandchild after the initial event. And he'd reply "all appears to be going well..." ... As I trust my friend, I believed him, but still thought about the grandchild time to time.

......

No one wants to lose family. Especially family that is younger than yourself. Even more so, when this family member is blood. This event had an impact on my friend.... and yeah, myself (as selfish as it is).

Time as usual continued on...

......

A week before Xmas, we were having our weekly phone call. My buddy during the phone call, called out to his grandchild who had just walked in the door to home(with honest enthusiasm). The grand child responded, with even more enthusiasm, the same back at him. So much so, I lost thought train on our conversation. it took my breath away. This was via a phone call thousands of miles away, but I honestly heard "I'm fine, and I'm going to get better"

......

My tiny gift I received for Xmas, . And I got it via listening on the phone.

My buddy, also got this very same gift, in person. .... PLUS. His grandchild is healing. And he didn't loose his grandchild....

......

Xmas 2023.... one hell of a Xmas