#every once in a while I guess I just gotta write a little fic about zag dying

[baejax-the-great]

Cave In

Thanatos x Zagreus | 481 words | T | AO3

Thanatos never comes to the Temple of Styx. For the life of him, Zagreus can’t figure out why he’s here now, with a serene expression on his face. He can’t be here to compete. No half-smile on his lips, no glint of annoyance in his eyes, no rush at all in his movements while he kneels at Zagreus’s side.

Oh.

“But it doesn’t hurt,” Zagreus mutters aloud. He vaguely remembers it hurting earlier, the poison burning through his veins, the pillars crushing his legs, the sharp breaths that felt like knives in his lungs.

“Not anymore,” Thanatos agrees.

Without all that pain, he feels a little like he’s floating, untethered from his body, though he knows the rubble must still be pinning him to the floor. He doesn’t remember how to stand up. He doesn’t think he can.

He forces his eyes open. Even like this, knowing it’s over, Zagreus still wants a few more minutes. He’ll hang on for as long as he can. Death can stare gently into his face all he wants, but Zagreus thinks he can find a way to cling to his life, such as it is. His fingers find purchase on the stone floor, but he doesn’t have the strength to move himself.

“How long do I have?” Zagreus asks through gritted teeth.  

“How long do you want?”

Zagreus laughs, but it catches in his lungs. He heaves and spasms and he can feel the blood trickling out of the corner of his mouth. Thanatos might have a point. Mercy comes in all forms, and he should accept this one, gratefully, even if he doesn’t want to go.

“Forever,” Zagreus replies stubbornly.

Thanatos frowns. “Not that long.”

He can’t laugh again, not even at Thanatos’s peeved expression. And what is a life without laughter, anyway? Not a good one. Not to mention that it would be rude to deny Thanatos his duty. He must have cleared his schedule to take care of this measly death personally.

Zagreus relents.

“Then as long as it takes for you to kiss me,” Zagreus says. And that might have been romantic if he didn’t tack on a nervous, “Or am I too gross for that right now?”

Now Thanatos smiles, just a little, mainly with his eyes. “No.”

He leans down to kiss him, a hand stroking his hair, and the temple fades away. The torches, the shattered stone pillars, and finally the glowing mandragora statues with their curative he was unable to drag himself to recede into the darkness. The mandragora’s bubbling, too, grows softer in his ears as Zagreus opens his mouth to Thanatos, as he drinks him in. His own heartbeat, drumming so loudly a moment before, dwindles until there is nothing left in the world but Thanatos’s lips.

Then even that fades away, too, as Zagreus is taken by the warm embrace of the Styx.

#hades game #thanzag #zagthan #thanatos #zagreus #thanatos x zagreus #every once in a while I guess I just gotta write a little fic about zag dying

[roxygen22]

Would you kindly write a sequel to the "Bun in the Oven" fic please? and thank you!!!!

You are my very first ask - like, ever! I hope you enjoy.

C/W: Pregnancy, labor

A/N: You'll need to read Part 1 for context

Bun in the Oven (Part 2)

Willy was so excited about the news that he practically ran to the library the next morning to tell Noodle. He rushed through the door, yelling, "Noodle, I..." before a patron shushed him. "Oops, sorry!" he cringed and whisper-yelled in response.

Noodle ran out from behind the desk to grab Willy's arm and pulled him to the office. "Willy, you know the library rules. You gotta be quiet. Wait...," she paused with furrowed brow. "Is everything okay? Why aren't you at the factory or store? And why are you out of breath? Did you run over here?"

"I did! I have the most stupendous news." He paused for a breath. "[Y/N] is going to have a baby! You're going to be an aunt!" Willy picked her up and spun her around. He looked like he had eaten a hover choc; he was so excited that he could barely keep his feet on the ground.

"Whoa!! How long do I have to wait?" she asked through her grin.

"About seven or eight months. It's very early yet. Which gives me time."

"Time for what?" Noodle questioned.

"To learn everything I can, of course! There weren't exactly many expectant mothers or babies on my voyages. I didn't have any siblings to care for, either. I know little to nothing about how to take care of [Y/N] or the baby. I need to know what to expect for...expecting."

"Well, Willy, you've come to the right place to learn things. Let's get started!" Noodle started thumbing through the catalog, and off they went on a scavenger hunt for facts.

<><><><>

It was nearly lunchtime by the time they finished. Willy decided he would pay you a visit at work before heading back to the factory. This was a common occurrence, so much so that he was on a first name basis with all your coworkers, and they him.

"Hey, Willy!" the secretary said warmly. "[Y/N] is in the back."

"Great! Thanks, Sarah!" Willy smiled back. He ventured to the back of the shop to find you in the breakroom contentedly humming to yourself while getting your lunch ready. You hadn't yet spotted him, so he took advantage of the moment to stop and stare. You were already glowing. Sensing someone behind you, you looked up and beamed at him. "Willy! What are you doing here?"

"Hello, my sweet." He leaned down to kiss the top of your head, then sat down next to you. "You know, I can't wait to hear you hum like that to the baby. Did you know he or she is about the size of a pea right now?"

"I did not. Where did you learn this? Let me guess, you've already paid dear Noodle a visit at the library?"

"Indeed. I haven't even been to the factory yet today. I want to learn everything I can so I can take good care of you and the baby." He held up a bag of books he had checked out.

Tears started welling up in your eyes at the evidence of how genuinely excited Willy was about the prospect of being a father. He was diving head first into this experience, even doing research despite his challenges with reading. Seeing your tears, his smile faltered. "Am I overwhelming you?" he asked in a small voice.

"No, my love. I'm just so happy that you are so happy that I just can't contain it," you replied.

<><><><>

The months that followed did little to quell his excitement. He took great pleasure in telling the news to anyone who would listen, even once it became obvious. The whole town knew very quickly that the famous chocolatier and his wife were expecting.

You could not have asked for a better partner than Willy. He was quick to track down the object of your cravings at any time of day. He doted on you and did everything he could to ease your discomfort as your belly grew. He was tempted to make a chocolate remedy for anything that ailed you, but he also didn't want you testing his recipes unless he knew for certain that every ingredient was safe for baby.

It became Willy's evening routine to sing softly to your belly when he came home from the factory. You had been feeling flutters and kicks for a couple of months before he could finally feel them, too. The first time was a moment you'll cherish forever. You played with his hair as he rested his head in your lap. He suddenly stopped singing mid-lullaby. You looked down in time to see the shock on his face. "Was that...did the baby just kick?!" You smiled and nodded. He sat up and rested his large hand against your belly in time to feel another kick. He had the biggest, goofiest grin you had ever seen. After that, it became a little game between the two of them. Willy would nudge, baby would nudge, and so on.

<><><><>

You kept working until the last month of pregnancy, and that was only because Willy begged you to take leave and rest. Since business had picked up at the factory and stores, you could afford to take some time off; however, you needed to stay busy to keep your sanity. You used the time to put finishing touches on the baby's room.

Noodle often came by to check on you during her breaks or after the library closed. You were grateful to her for satisfying your craving for social interaction that was no longer fulfilled by your coworkers at the shop. It was lonely at home during the day when Willy was at work.

Like Willy, Noodle had also taken an interest in feeling the baby move around. The little one would suddenly become very active when they heard her voice. "Seems like we both like it when you stop by for a visit, Noodle."

"Do you think the baby will be a boy or a girl?" she asked as she looked up from her hands on your belly.

"I think it's a girl. Willy guesses a boy. What do you think?"

"I think...," she froze as she felt your belly tighten and sees you clench your teeth. "Are you alright?"

You took a breath and waved her off. "Oh, I'm fine. I've been having some discomfort off and on today, but it doesn't last long. What were you going to say?"

She eyed you suspiciously, "Ok, if you say so. I think it's a girl. But I will love them regardless."

You smiled. "Me, too. Now would you like a snack? I made some chocolate chip cook...," you paused as another more intense wave of pain radiated across your midsection. "Cookies."

Noodle stared at you with one eyebrow raised. "You can deny it all you want, but I think you're in labor. That wasn't even five minutes since the last contraction."

"Sounds like you have been studying with Willy," you said with a smirk.

"Should I go get him?"

"No, I don't want to bother him right now. This my first baby so it will take a while, even if this really is the start of labor. How about we play a game to pass the time? Dealer's choice." You broke out a deck of cards to distract the girl, but you remained keenly aware of the frequency of your discomfort.

About an hour later, you were overcome with pain, not just discomfort, severe enough that you couldn't talk through it. Noodle grabbed your hand in concern. When the pain subsided, she announced, "Alright, I am going to get Willy."

"Good idea, because I think my water just broke."

<><><><>

Noodle ran to the factory as fast as her legs could take her. After asking three Oompa Loompas, she finally found Willy elbow deep in the mechanics of his taffy pulling machine.

"Hey, Streudel! How's it...wait, why are you out of breath? Did you run here? Is it [Y/N]? Is she in labor?" Noodle, out of breath, could only nod once before Willy took off running. There would be no catching up to his long legs, so she took a pause on a candy mushroom by the chocolate river to catch her breath.

Willy [barely] had the wherewithal to stop at his desk on the way out to call the midwife. Coat, hat, and cane in hand, he bolted out the factory gate and headed for home. He came in to find you leaning against the kitchen wall with one hand and holding your back with the other. You heard him enter, but you were in too much pain to acknowledge him. Without a word, he came up behind you and started applying pressure in just the right spot of your lower back to ease some discomfort, enough that you could speak again.

"You have magical hands, my love," you sighed as you leaned against him.

"I called the midwife. She should be here soon," Willy said calmly. By the time she arrived, he had already gotten you settled in the bedroom. He never left your side, helping you into whatever position felt best to labor in.

After what felt like a lifetime, your son was born into Willy's arms in the wee hours of the night. The midwife patted Willy's cheeks and commented that they didn't even need her. He had it all under control. A tired smile graced your face as you took in the scene. All that studying paid off after all, you thought.

The midwife checked the baby boy over, cleaned him up, and handed him back to the proud father. "Hello, my little cocoa bean," you heard him whisper in awe. "I'm your papa."

Masterlist

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[kitchenlittle]

I want to make a little PSA and warning about future content being posted to my page very soon. I will not stand for the slander of writers who choose to write about Miles Morales due to popularity of the movies. Let me make something clear since it seems there are many fake Marvel Fans out there who know nothing about the universes. THERE ARE UNIVERSES WHERE MILES IS ALREADY AN ADULT.

Earth-8 comes to mind where Miles is LITTERALY a full grown MAN MARRIED TO GWEN STACY and they have 2 CHILDREN TOGETHER. Their names are Charlotte and Max Morales. LOOK IT UP IF YOU DONT BELIEVE.

Every universe has a differing age/look from the Miles Morales we see in the movies and know why? BECAUSE THERE IS DARN NEAR THOUSAND IF NOT INFINITE universes of Miles. SO YES. There is a universe with events just like the movie with slight differences and Miles over the age of 18. So litteraly any story about about Miles would litteraly be cannon in someway!

Just like how we can have a Adult Peter Parkers like in the movie exist at the same time as underage Peter Parkers like Tom Holland's. Or should I say," -Dr. Strange and the little nerd on Earth 199999 (AKA Tom Holland)"~Miguel O'hara. And if you were paying attention to the movies you'd know that Miles cannonly exist in live-action human form. Uncle Aaron played by musician and actor childish gamebino mentions he has a nephew who wants to protect to Spiderman. You see that same prowler Childish Gambino Uncle Aaron captured in the new movie. He was captured by Hobie Brown and locked uo as anamoly needing to be sent back to his universe. Meaning that Adult Miles can exist at the same time as kid Miles!

NOT ONLY THAT. But here is some hyprocracy I have found. THE ANIME FANDOM. The most popular characters in the anime are 15- 16. FROM Deku and Bakugou FROM MY HERO, to Luffy FROM ONEPEICE, to Sukuna/Yuji from JUJITSU KAISEN and many many more. Most main characters are highschool age. HOW IS IT? That they can age up charecter that alot of times we will never see 18 or older and write a fanfic sometimes while the charecter in the story is still 15-16 and get a away with it. But Miles Morales authors go out their way to age him up before they even write it and litteraly aren't wrong since their are universe where he is older, are weirdos and pe***. I don't see some anime writers doing that? Make it make sense?

I PERSONALLY DONT EVEN WRITE FOR FOR CHARECTERS THAT DONT HAVE A CANON ADULT VERSION OF THEM AVAILABLE FROM THE OG CREATORS IN MEDIA. Guess who fits the criteria? MILES MORALES.

A message for my unsure authors out there.

~So for all my writers not their scared to post their fics. Label it Earth-8 Miles who is a father and husband to Gwen and say it's a headcannon of what ps happend he's 18-25 before he got married if you feel that weird about it.

Some of ya'll are fake fans who completely missed the point of the movie and it's implications. Don't come in my DMs telling me to take anything down because I'm not. You will be blocked and locked out of interacting with my page. And if you feel uncomfortable block me. Just know if you block you will be missing out of 50+ fics I've been working on 18+ characters for about a year now and will be posting starting in July. It's littersly an event I've been working on called the 'Lemon Fest', since it's my birthday month.

Once again every charcter I write about had a cannon adult version of them made by the creators or is already an adult. I was going to keep this a secret by I've gotta protect my fellow authors especially if they are being wrongly targeted. Wanna get mad? Wanna get angry at some authors? Get mad at the ones the ones that write about you favorite anime charecters that are likely 15-16 then ask them to delete it...oh wait...you won't.. because if done that would litteraly be deleting 3/4 of the fanfiction written on this site.

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[kairiscorner]

Hello!!! Could you write a hobie x reader where Miguel is the reader’s dad and he notices hobie and the reader flirting every once in a while and he starts getting suspicious?

HELLOOOO OMG,,, this reminds me of this fic i made between hobie and miguel's adopted spider person kid; i guess this is the honorary part 2 :D HOPING YOU LIKE THIS ANON <333

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

i don't mind if your old man hates me. – hobie brown x spider person!reader

summary: miguel's noticed you and hobie have been a little too close recently; he doesn't like how buddy-buddy you two have been, but hobie does not give a flying fuck about what miguel thinks. in fact, he's helping miguel 'cool off' for a minute before he takes you away with him to wreak some havoc all cutely together. pairing: hobie brown x gn!spider person!reader genre: fluff (kinda silly) word count: 863

"out with it." miguel says after pulling you to the side after he saw you giggling and getting a little too close with that boy, hobie brown, "is there something going on between you two that i should know about?" he asked you with a stern voice as his eyes narrowed at you, his hands on your hips as you raised an eyebrow in confusion. "why, mig, it's nothing to be worried about! hobie and i just get along really well 's'all!" you answered him in a delightful voice as miguel sighed and shook his head. "you know that's not what i mean." he said with a huff as you kicked your feet in the air and spun around in your seat with a grin.

miguel has never been the nosy type, at least not conspicuously the nosy type. when he observes, he tries to make it as low-key as possible. he intervenes when he sees something he doesn't like or has a bad feeling about, such as when he caught hobie walking a little too closely with you, making you smile a lot more than you usually do already, and giving you little pet names.

yeah, there's something up between you two, and he's dead set on figuring out what you two are doing behind the scenes. he showed you footage the security cameras caught where you two were acting all sweet and intimate with each other, and footage from the bug he hid in your mask. "that doesn't seem like you two 'just get along', you're hiding something from me. and you know i hate it when you hide things from me--are you seriously about to laugh right now?" he asked you through gritted teeth as you stifled a laugh, shaking your head and puffing your cheeks up as you smiled.

miguel looked behind him, but your stifled laughter was getting louder. he turned to his left, then his right, then below him; but nothing was there. it soon hit him, there was something above him that was making you laugh during such an important conversation. he looked up, and there, on his head, was the boy you were spending all your time with. "hobieeeeee!" you exclaimed his name happily as you waved at him, with him flashing you a wink back. "hey love, hey old man. you gotta chill out with the sermons, literally." he said as he swung over and grabbed you by the waist, with miguel exclaiming at hobie to bring you back this instant. "i'm trying to have an important conversation with them, get back here!" he exclaimed as you and hobie burst out in laughter as you both ran off.

"i thought you'd never come!" you exclaimed as hobie swung around with you and chuckled. "of course i would, i'd never leave you for him to chew up and swallow--he's a cranky old man anyway who needs to cool his top off." he said as you looked at him with a slight pout of pity. "but he won't ever let me see you again once he finds out what you did!" you said with concern in your tone as hobie chuckled. "well... i don't mind if your old man hates me, if you love me, i'll never stop seeing you. i don't care if your old man wants to fight me, he's gotta know by now you're an independent spider person all on your own, ain'tcha? now, wanna have some real fun?" he asked you as you giggled and clung to him even more, causing his face to heat up and for his smile to widen. "hell yeah!" you exclaimed as you pecked a kiss on his cheek, successfully making this boy melt for you.

miguel felt his veins pop in his head and neck as he thought of how hobie was making you feel way too comfortable, too free. "damn rebellious kids..." he muttered to himself as lyla popped up and smirked. "well, aren't you looking pretty?" she asked him teasingly as miguel raised an eyebrow. "did it just get colder in here?" he asked lyla, who showed him that the temperature remained the same as before. "maybe you got cooler? thank hobie for that, he makes everyone cool. in your case... quite literally." she said as she snapped a few photos of him right then and there. "why are you... fuck!" miguel exclaimed as he finally realized what hobie did as he was questioning you.

that little punk hijacked his suit without him knowing.

"again, love the fit, though... is that peter b's spidey on your shorts or--" "lyla. put the suit back up." miguel said as he shut his eyes and furrowed his brows, with lyla being denied access back to his suit. "yeah, uh, about that... he cut off all my access to your suit. it'll take 72 hours to bring it back up so--" lyla explained, but she was cut off by miguel beating a filing cabinet out of anger.

oh, dear... you really were dating a troublemaker. and the best part was, he'd do all that and more all over again just to be able to have you with him.

tags !! @k4tsu3 @fiannee @luvstarrstruck @toneystank-3000 @ii01vq @maxoloqy @popeheywardssecretgf @arachnoia @solecitoszn

#hobie brown #hobie brown x reader #miguel o'hara #hobie brown x you #hobie brown x y/n #hobie brown fluff #spider punk #atsv #atsv hobie #atsv imagines #atsv fluff #atsv x reader #atsv x you #atsv x y/n #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse x reader #spiderman across the spiderverse fluff

[beelmons]

Hotch being like Garcia and Morgan whenever they call each other. Oh imagine it during the case✨😮‍💨

Hotch: what have you got sweetheart?

R: *chuckling*……this my soon to be husband

This just a came out of nowhere, i gotta say I literally L O V E your writing.

Change it However I like

I Hope that botch sides of your pillow are always cold. Bye<3

Not-so-professional

cw: hotch x fem!reader, link on the text lead's to my wife's fic 'honey bun' since it's a reference to her work!!! read it!!!

You loved helping the BAU out, you didn't often have the chance to, but every once in a while, when your poor friend Penelope was overworked, you would be assigned to help out with data analysis. You were forever thankful for that annoying day in which you first aided the BAU, ever demanding of new information, since it allowed you to meet Aaron Hotchner, fall in love, and end up engaged with just a couple of days to go for your wedding.

But there would be time to dwell into all that later, since today you had to be top of your game; they were getting close, and you were certain they would ask for information soon. And at last, the phone rang.

"This is future Mrs. Hotchner speaking, how can I be of help?" you said with a wide smile on your face.

His subordinates expected a scowl, or at least a reprimand for your unprofessional behavior, but they were pleased to see that, instead, their boss's lips had curled up into a smitten crescent.

"Mrs. Hotchner, we need information on Javier Perez's bank account transactions." halfway through the sentence, his tone had gotten back to the stern one he was accostumed to. "Coming right up, sweet cheeks," you paused for a second as you clicky-clacked your way through the bank systems "Seems like little Perez has been up to some naughty deeds. He spent around a hundred dollars in a hardware store, ropes, tape, your usal beginner kidnapper kit, and— Oh, my, my," you exclaimed in surprise, catching their attention.

"What is it?" you heard Rossi ask from the other side of the line.

"He spent about five hundred dollars at a place called Ms. Honey Bun's Toys For Adults. And I'm guessing they don't exactly sell over-complicated legos." you clarified.

They all exchanged amused looks at your statement, everyone but Hotch who simply kept his eyebrows furrowed.

"Anything else?" the boss finally asked.

"Nothing relevant, my love. Hope that helped." you said, your tone going back to professional since his seemed to be so as well.

"Swetheart, you always know how to help me." his tone had switched unpromted to a flirty one, indicating that there was a hidden meaning behind his words "And while you're free why don't check around if Ms. Honey's store has a website?" he indicated.

You beamed in your place and exclaimed a quick 'on it' as you hung up the phone.

On the other side of the line, Hotch kept hopelessly smiling at the speaker that had recently gone dead, with his particular i'm-not-really-smiling face that he so stubbornly wore at the office. He was too entranced to notice the entire team had gone quiet, simply staring in his direction. He finally raised his sight and realized he was the center of attention, which caused a confused look out of him.

"Honeymoon preparations?" Derek asked with his usual teasing tone.

Aaron had to clear his throat, trying to impose his authority again, before he spoke. "Everyone get back to work."

Needless to say, after Morgan texted the entire exchange to her, Penelope was very proud.

#blurb: hotch #blurb: fluff #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x you #hotch x reader #hotch x you #criminal minds #criminal minds fic #aaron hotchner fic

[anemptypuddingcup]

is this where u ask a request cuz idk huhu

Hii! This is my first time asking a request cause I've been having this idea but I just feel like I'll do bad at writing it lol so maybe there are other people here that can do it alot better(⁠・⁠∀⁠・⁠)

I've been wanting to read an y/n who is very clingy towards the op men ( you can pick whatever u want lol) and whenever they have to leave to do something y/n will be sad and will do anything to let them go.

I guess there are fics already about this but I can't find one haha hope you see this!

Awww I’m flattered, thank you! Ion know how I’ve never thought about that, this is good ask love!

Clingy Reader w/ Op men. (Adding a few extra ones in here-)

Luffy.

❤️Luffy is just as clingy to you. After two years of not seeing you, he’s gotten clingier to the point where he just can’t be without you.

❤️Grasping your hand tight, he’ll pull you along wherever he goes which proves that he’s clingy to you.

“Oi, stay ‘side me, kay?” He’ll always say. And you’ll fully comply because you wouldn’t want to leave him either.

❤️The only issue is that he’ll sometimes have to let go when he has to do something busy, which pains both you and him.

❤️He’ll make sure to repay you for his absence though.

Zoro.

💚He can’t sit there and act like he likes it when you’re like that, he finds it a bit tedious and tricky to deal with. But he deals with it because he loves you very much.

💚He’ll allow you to to stand close to him and would sometimes wrap his arm around your waist to make you feel better.

💚Zoro finds it challenging to leave you because you could do a good amount of things just for a few extra minutes to hold him.

“Relax woman, I’m not going anywhere.”

Sanji.

💙This mf loves it.

💙He adores how clingy you are because he knows that you’ll hold on to him and stand by him for the whole while. Sometimes he adores seeing you stand there while he cooks.

“Patience babydoll, I’ll hold you when I’m finished cooking~”

💙He’s even nice enough to feed food to you if you let him do that.

💙Sometimes he finds it hard to separate from you because he can’t bear to see you get upset, so if he has to go shopping he’ll allow you to go with him as long as you’re holding his hand at all times.

Usopp.

💛Usopp honestly doesn’t know how to react. He’s surprise that a pretty lil thing like you got clingy to him.

💛He already moves around a lot so he finds it hard to do much of you keep clinging to him. In the end he’s fine with it because he appreciates the attention he gets from you.

“Gh- S-Stop gripping me so hard, ya gonna make me pass out from your loveee~” He whispers playfully before planting a kiss to your temple.

💛Whenever he leaves, he always tells you that he’ll come back for you and give you the attention that you give him.

Yamato.

🩵Yamato enjoys the attention a lot, he adores it when your little body sits in his lap and hug him tight. Even if it doesn’t feel tight to him, he can tell that you’re squeezing him.

🩵He’ll sit with you for days on end, relaxing with you until he has to attend to his duties.

🩵When you whine about him leaving, Yamato would pick you up before telling you what important things he has to do.

“I promise I’ll come back for you babes! Ya just gotta be patient, okay?”

🩵Just be ready for the big baby boy to hug and love up on you when he comes back.

Ace.

🧡Ace moves around a lot so you leave with him every time, disregarding how dangerous it may be. Ace keeps you close but sometimes not close enough.

🧡You’d hold on to Ace as if your life generally depended on it, which it probably did-

“Hehe calm down, I ain’t gonna let go baby girl.”

🧡He doesn’t even think he can leave you alone by yourself, not because you’d get upset but because of your safety.

🧡Once everything dies down and you two settle down, he’s all up on you peppering kisses onto your face and hugging you tight after a long day of your lives being in danger.

Sabo.

💜Sabo’s fine with you being clingy, that way he knows that you’ll be by his side wherever he goes. He cares for you too much to allow you to leave his side.

💜One of the only times he’ll leave you alone is when you’ve settled down at home and he’s going out for errands and such.

“Cmon angel, it’s not gonna take so long. You can wait for me can’t you?”

💜He promised you that he’ll be back to cuddle you as soon as he can.

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[littlespacereader]

Hi! Can I request a fic of cg! Hobie brown and little! Reader? Reader is shy when they regress, which causes a lot of miscommunications between hobie and them (like needs such as eating,potty, changing etc) so he makes the reader communication cards so they can both understand each other? Thanks!

Ahhhhh!!!! So cute!!! I absolutely love the idea of using cards to communicate. It’s so hard sometimes when your regressed to properly articulate how your feeling or what you need. This idea is so cute and super helpful! I absolutely loved writing this so I hope you enjoy it! Thank you for the request!

The Talking Cards 🕷️🃏

Caregiver!Hobie Brown & GN Little!Reader. (SFW)

Tags - accidents, miscommunication to communicate, comfort, communication cards, dips

Nicknames - darling, sweet one, sweetheart, sweetie

When Hobie first met Y/N he noticed how shy they were about their regression. In fact, he didn’t know about Y/N’s regression until he accidentally stumbled upon them regressed in their shared apartment.

After that day and a long talk when Y/N wasn’t regressed, Hobie officially became Y/N’s Caregiver!

He loves it, every second of it. But lately, there’s been a few bumps in the road.

It started at the dinner table one night. It has been a long day for the two so stayed in for the night and ordered takeout. Y/N sat quietly except for the occasional squirm here and there.

Then suddenly they were in a panic, pulling on his arm and whining.

“Y/N, what’s wrong darling? What’s going on?” Hobie asked but Y/N didn’t say a word. They just kept pulling on his arm and whining.

“Y/N, you gotta talk to me. What going on?”

Y/N just shook their head as tears started to fall from their eyes. Suddenly an answer to the panic became known as Y/N’s lap got darker and the sound of liquid started to hit the floor.

“Oh darling. Oh sweetheart I am so sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t know you needed to go potty.”

Y/N just continued to cry, unable to talk. Hobie felt horrible, absolutely horrible about the whole situation. He felt like it was his own fault. That maybe he should’ve known somehow.

Regardless he took Y/N into his arms and comforted them. “I’m so sorry Y/N. I promise I’ll make it better. You’re okay.” He comforted. After that he helped them get cleaned up.

The next time it happened was in the afternoon a few days after. Y/N was peaceful playing in the living room while Hobie was tuning his guitar. After a little while Y/N came over and started pulling on his arm to get his attention.

“Hey darling, what’s going on?”

They didn’t say anything. They just looked down and started to blush.

“Alright, ummm…you need to go potty?” He asked, starting to guess.

That got no response.

“Okay, ummmm…you need a change?” He asked again.

No response.

“Huh? Not that either.”

Finally something did the talking. Y/N’s stomach let out a big growl, taking it upon itself to speak up. The noise caused both Y/N and Hobie to giggle.

“I guess your stomach had enough! Alright sweetie, you heard your tummy. Let’s get you some food.” And with that he picked his little one up and carried them into the kitchen.

After that Hobie took it upon himself to come up with an idea to the situation. It wasn’t Y/N’s fault. He knew his little one was shy when they regressed.

He also wasn’t frustrated. He, more than anything, wanted to do everything he could possibly think of to accommodate and better take care of his little one. So, while cuddling up with Y/N one night, the idea struck him!

The next morning he got to work. Y/N watched him with a carful but curious eye. They couldn’t help but wonder what’s got their Caregiver so proactive?

Finally once finished, Hobie walked over and sat beside Y/N on the couch.

“Listen, I’ve been putting a lot of thought into things lately. And I want to start off by saying I’m not mad or frustrated or anything of that sort. I’ve just been worried that I haven’t been able to take care of you properly because I can’t understand your needs. I understand that when it comes to your regression you don’t know how to articulate things properly and it makes it hard for you to speak. So I came up with a solution.”

He handed them a stack of cards. Each card has a phrase or word in bold letters at the top with a picture of whatever it was describing. All the cards were attached to a ring so they could stay together.

“See, everything you could possibly ask for or need is on these cards. And if there isn’t one that’s on the card then I can asked yes or no questions and you can use these card to say yes or no. How does this all sound to you Y/N?”

Y/N looked at the cards in awe. They were the perfect solution! They carefully looked through all the cards before settling on the card that read “good” with a thumbs up drawing.

Hobie smiled and wrapped his arm around Y/N. “That’s good to hear.”

The cards became a huge success! Now they could better communicate with each other without one or the other feeling confused or not being heard.

One night Y/N pulled on Hobie arm and held the “potty” card up. Immediately Hobie was on his feet helping his little one to the toilet.

Another day they were hanging out watching tv. But a new program came on and was too loud, so Y/N pointed to their card which perfectly said “too loud”.

Y/N stomach didn’t need to speak for them because now with the “snack” card they could properly tell Hobie how they were feeling.

Lastly before heading to a gig Y/N pulled on his sleeve and handed him the cards before looking down. The top card read “change” sign a little drawing of a diaper. Even at their most shy moments like a diaper change, they could still communicate their needs.

After changing Y/N into a fresh diaper, Hobie handed Y/N their cards back. “Here you are darling.”

Y/N smiled and flipped through the cards. Finally they settled upon one and turned it towards Hobie. It simply said “Thank you” with a drawing of a heart.

Hobie smiled and winked, “Anything anytime for you darling.”

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[make-me-imagine]

Not So Unrequited Love

Plot: Eliot seems to be happy with his new relationship with U.S. Marshall Maria Shipp. All the while, Y/n, who has had feelings for Eliot for years, watches. After an overheard conversation, Eliot learns just how stupid he has been.

Requests: Reader is jealous of Maria + “You said you wouldn't fall in love with me." "I lied."

Requested By: Two Anons. Prompt is one half of a request. I will use the other prompt in a separate fic I have planned.

Warnings: Tame themes of jealousy and unrequited love.

Words: ~3k

A/N: This is also a re-write of how Maria and Eliot's relationship ends.

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"I think I got someone I can call to help us out with that part of the con." Eliot spoke up from beside you as he grabbed his phone and got up to leave.

You felt your chest tighten at his words, knowing exactly who he was referring too. Your fist tightened around your pen.

Parker smirked "Tell Maria hello for me."

Eliot glared at her "You don't know that was who I was gonna call, Parker!"

As Parker rose to follow him she continued to smile "Then who is it, huh? You got another girlfriend I should know about?"

"Parker, don't antagonize him!" Sophie sighed before she turned to you and Breanna. "I'm going to go find our Mr Wilson, you two get ready."

You and Breanna both nodded, watching Sophie leave. Your eyes locked on Eliot outside as he spoke on the phone. He had a smile on his face as he disappeared around the corner.

Breanna looked over at you, noting the way your face had fallen from moments before. She noticed it every time Maria came up in conversation.

"Sooo..." She began slowly as she eyed you.

You looked at her, noting the look on her face. "Are you about to ask for a favor?"

She shook her head "No, not a favor."

"Then what?"

"I was just wondering why it is you seem so effected every time Eliot and Maria are brought up."

You straightened up a bit at this, which she did not fail to notice.

She continued with a hint of caution in her tone "I mean, you're the only one who doesn't make jokes. Who doesn't ask Eliot how he and Maria are. And anytime she gets brought up, you tend to go quiet, or find and excuse to leave."

You smiled softly "You're better at noticing things than I gave you credit for."

She shrugged her head "So what is it?"

You shook your head lightly, uncertain if you should tell her.

She leaned a little closer, her face expressing a small pout. "Come on, please? 'Cause I gotta be honest. When I first showed up here, I really thought you and Eliot were a couple. I mean you two are perfect for each other."

You let out a soft breath "Yeah, I've heard that before."

"So?" She gave you a hard look.

You rolled your eyes lightly before you looked past her to make sure everyone was gone. You took a breath before you began.

"When the team first got together, me and Eliot got along a lot faster than we did with the others. I'm not really sure why, we just...clicked. He would often insist that he didn't like working with a team, that he was better alone, blah blah. One day when we were talking about it again, once the team was a bit more settled. I joked that it was because he wasn't only afraid of finding a family, but falling in love."

Hearing a noise outside, you paused for a moment. Seeing Eliot leaving, you figured he was going to meet Maria. You sighed softly before you continued.

"And honestly, by that point, I...had developed feelings for him. So the joke was kind of a test I guess, to see if he showed any interest"

Breanna leaned a little closer. "Did he?"

You let out a soft dry laugh "Actually, he just retaliated with some dry sarcasm. Saying things like 'Men like me don't fall in love'"

You mimicked his deeper voice and Breanna chuckled.

"But then he said, that I had to promise to never fall in love with him. It was a joke at the time, and I agreed not too. Not that long later I figured it was for the best. I mean, we have a dangerous life, it's dangerous to fall in love in our line of work. But the longer I spent with him and the others, the more I felt at home.

Breanna spoke softly "And...the more you fell for him?"

You nodded softly as you tapped your fingers on the table. "Me and Eliot are close, but not that kind of close. He's never shown any interest in me, not like that. So I just- I stay with him in the ways that I can. While he falls in love with attractive marshals." You smiled, but it did not meet your eyes.

She shook her head as she stared at you with a mix of pity and surprise "You gotta tell him!"

"No, I don't Breanna. He's got Maria, and as far as I can tell, he's happy with her. I'm not the type to try and bust that kind of thing up. Eliot deserves someone, and it took him a long time to get over the not falling in love thing. It may not be me, but, at least it's someone. Besides! What if-" a fearful thought you had many times washed over you. You let out a soft breath. "What if I do tell him, and..."

"And he doesn't feel the same." She said with dejection.

"That would kill me Breanna, and the team would never be the same again." You shrugged, the sadness on your face evident "I can't risk that, I wont."

"So you're just gonna watch the man you love, love someone else?"

You nodded "The things we do for love Breanna, especially unrequited love, often hurt."

Hearing your phone buzz, you looked down to see a text from Sophie. "It's time" You knocked on the table before you began to leave, stopping you spun back around and pointed at her "This stays between us."

She nodded, before she watched you go. A newfound pity, and respect for you heavy on her chest.

--- --- --- ---

Sitting in the food truck with Breanna, you listened to the various conversations over the comms. While Harry schmoozed up to an old evil lawyer, and Sophie made her way back to the truck, you heard the tail-end of Eliot and Maria's conversation.

Your's and Breanna's comms weren't on, so though you could hear them, they could not hear you.

"You owe me for this one Eliot." Maria said.

"Yeah yeah I know." He said with an obvious smile.

"Maybe dinner? When you're done...working, or whatever this is."

"Yeah, dinner sounds good."

"Good. Call me later then."

Breanna made a sound akin to a sick cat "She is really good at" she mimicked a fishing rod "Reeling him in isn't she?"

"Breanna!" You said softly.

"What? I'm on your side."

"On Y/n's side of what?" Sophie's voice came from behind you as she entered the food truck. You looked at Breanna with a mild warning look.

"Nothing, don't worry about it." You said coolly, as you rose. Grabbing your ear comm, you began putting on your coat.

"Mark primed and ready for me?" You asked Sophie.

"Yes." She said while watching you closely, unconvinced of your dismissing comment.

Once you let the truck, Sophie looked over at Breanna, who quickly looked away and began typing.

Sophie sat beside her "Breanna, if something is going on between Eliot and Y/n I need to know. Are they fighting? What is it?"

Breanna looked nervously from her screen to Sophie. "I'm not supposed to talk about it."

Sophie narrowed her eyes "But you clearly very much want to." Her eyes widened a it "Is it a secret? I love secrets! Y/n has a secret from me?"

Breanna shrugged, weighing the consequences. "Okay-" she began as she muted Sophie's the comms so you would not be able to over hear once you turned yours on, "First tell me this. Have you ever thought that Y/n and Eliot should be together?"

Sophie rose her brow "Oh I always thought they should, but I never understood why they haven't." Sophie gasped "What is it, now you have to tell me!"

"Alright Sophie, Maria is gonna help." Eliot frowned when he heard no response "Sophie? Breanna? Y/n what's going on?"

"What?" You whispered.

"Sophie and Breanna aren't responding to me."

"They're in the truck, I just left them. I gotta go, I'm approaching the mark."

Eliot sighed as he walked up to the food truck. Seeing the door slightly ajar, he opened it slowly, fearing someone else may be inside. He paused though, when he heard Sophie and Breanna.

"What is it, now you have to tell me!"

Eliot was about to call out to them, but stopped when he heard Breanna.

"Have you ever noticed Y/n withdrawing and getting weird whenever Maria comes up in conversation?"

"Oh yeah definitely."

Eliot frowned, he never noticed that. He would have noticed that. He felt a small jolt of realization, as he recalled that you tended to avoid any conversation about her. He thought you were doing it for his sake, but maybe not?

"Right?! So, it's because Y/n has been in love with Eliot for years!"

"What!?"

Eliot felt his heart drop as he felt his breath catch.

"Eliot made a joke years back when Nate first got you guys together, that Y/n had to promise to never fall in love with him. They said they wouldn't, but Y/n already had feelings for him then too."

"Oh my God."

Eliot's hands tightened on the handle of the truck as he continued to hold his breath. Everything from years ago rushing back into his head.

"Y/n said that Eliot never showed any signs of being interested in them so they never acted on it. And Eliot would say things like he doesn't fall in love, ya know, typical Eliot stuff. But now, years later he's with Maria and not Y/n, and now they just have to watch, while their heart is being ripped apart watching the man they love, be with someone else."

"Oh dear, poor Y/n." Sophie said with a dejected tone.

"And Y/n refuses to tell Eliot because they don't want to jeopardize ruining the team."

Eliot stepped away and leaned against the truck, finally taking in a staggered breath.

All this time, you had loved him? The years that he spent convincing himself to never feel anything for you. Because it would be dangerous, because you deserved better? The whole time, you were doing the same, for him.

As much as it broke his heart never being with you the way he dreamed, he convinced himself it was for the better. So when people like Maria came into his life, he jumped in. Now he knew that every time he did that, he was hurting you.

All this time, you had never gotten into a serious relationship. Was this why? What it because of him?

"Eliot? Hello!?"

Breaking from his thoughts as Sophie's voice rang in his ears, he shook himself from his thoughts.

"What?"

"Are you coming back to the truck? We have to go."

"Yeah, yeah I'm coming." He replied, waiting for a few moments before he went into the truck.

Right now he needed to focus on the con, but once it was over. He would fix this. He would set it all right.

--- --- ---

You grinned at the client as she shook Sophie's hand, before turning to the rest of you "Thank you all so much."

"I hope you're able to get back on your feet quickly, let us know if there is anything else we can do." You said softly.

As she thanked you all again and walked off, you looked around at the others. You paused momentarily as you saw Eliot staring intensely at you. His face a mix of emotion you weren't sure you could identify.

Seemingly pulling himself from his thoughts, he pulled his eyes from you as he turned to follow the others inside.

Letting out a sigh as you looked around, you smiled, glad the con went well.

Looking at the time, you felt a small tug at your heart as you recalled Eliot's promise to Maria of dinner. You sighed as you tried to shake the thought from your mind, as you had many times before.

Taking a short break with everyone before they left, you were left alone, sitting at the tables outside the restaurant. You slowly spun the glass in your hand as you stared into the bubbles of the drink.

You were so lost in thought, you didn't see Eliot come around the corner. You didn't see him stand there for a while as he watched you.

He felt guilt pull at him as he watched you sit alone. After most cons, you and him would sit outside somewhere, talk, laugh, eat, watch the stars. It was your thing.

But recently, he would leave after cons to go see Maria. Just another thing he took from you.

Finally walking up to you, you heard his steps and looked up. You smiled at him with mild surprise. He smiled in return, feeling a warmer tug at his heart than before.

"Everyone leave?"

"Yeah" You nodded before you frowned slightly "I thought you were getting dinner with Maria?"

Eliot let out a sigh as he sat in the chair next to you. "Yeah, about that. I did see Maria, but it wasn't to get dinner."

You furrowed your brow "Something happen?"

He nodded "Yeah. Uh, me and Maria aren't going to be seeing each other again."

You sat up a bit straighter, both pain for Eliot, and a small amount of relief washed over you. "What happened?"

"I did." He said softly.

You turned in your chair to face him "I don't get it."

"I ended it, because...I overheard a conversation between Breanna and Sophie earlier."

"About...Maria?" Your heart was beginning to pick up pace as you swallowed hard. What exactly did Breanna and Sophie talk about when you left?

He shook his head "No, about you."

You stared at him with a blank face as you processed what he said. When you left Sophie and Breanna in the truck, she had just walked in after Breanna made a comment about being on your side.

"Oh God." You muttered before you leaned down, setting your head on the table a bit harder than you intended "What did the say?" You asked with a dejected tone.

Eliot smiled a bit as he sat forward, putting his arms on the table and leaning forward. He spoke softly "About how your in love with me. And that you have been for years."

Your heart was pounding in your chest, as your neck burned hot. You were afraid to look up, afraid Eliot would have a look on his face that told you he didn't feel the same.

But then you remembered what started this conversation. He ended it with Maria because of what he overheard. Did that mean-

Looking up, you saw Eliot with a soft smile staring down at you. No judgement, no repulsion, no rejection.

"You said you wouldn't fall in love with me." He said softly with a smile.

You let out a soft breath "Yeah, well. I lied."

His smile grew a bit "So did I."

You squinted a bit in confusion and he replied "About when I said men like me don't fall in love. Because I did. With you, years ago. And every single day since I, regretted telling you not to fall for me. I never really thought you would, but I wanted it."

"Is that why you never told me?"

He nodded softly "And I'm sorry. If I had, if I had shown any of the things I was feeling...things would've been different"

You shrugged lightly but smiled "Not so different."

He smiled "Maybe not. But they would have been better. I would have gotten what I wanted the most."

"Which is?"

"To be with you in all the way's we never had."

"I anted that too. But you aren't the only one who hid it. I was so convinced you never would that I never showed how I felt either."

He shook his head "I guess we both got that guilt in common then. But at least now we can amend that, and make up for the time we lost."

You smiled, but your face fell. "But what about Maria? I never intended f-"

He shook his head as he leaned forward, setting his hand on top of yours.

"It never would have lasted with Maria. She's a Marshal, and I'm- well, you know. It would have ended sooner or later. And I would rather be with the one person who has always been there for me, seen the best and worst parts of me and never left my side. I'd rather be with you than anyone else."

You gazed softly at each other for a few moments as he gently caressed your hand.

"Since I've been going to see Maria after all of our cons recently, I neglected our routine of getting dinner together. Have you eaten?"

"I have not."

He motioned his head towards the restaurant "Let me make you something to make up for it."

You smiled as you both began to rise "I would never say no to that."

He smiled as you both move to go inside. Suddenly stopping, he grabbed your hand and pulled you into his chest. Staring into his eyes, he smiled at you before his eyes flicked to your lips. Meeting your eyes again his lips quirked into a bigger smile.

Smiling in return as you both inched loser, your lips met in a soft kiss. Placing your hands on his chest, he moved his hands to your waist as he deepened the kiss.

As much as you were going to chastise Breanna for telling Sophie the one thing you told her not too. You'd be forever secretly grateful that she did.

xx End xx

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[newbie-whovian]

hai! wondering if you'd like to write some silly drabble or fic with Twelfth x reader in which the reader (f or gn, i don't mind really) is just completely infatuated/distracted by the way he looks in the space suit from The Empress of Mars. Wether or not it's an established relationship, that's up to you. I think flustered reader and a cheeky 12 is a good combo lol. thank you in advance!! <3 <3

(Absolutely! Sorry it took me a minute, had to catch up to that episode in my binge. Cheeky Twelve is becoming my new favorite!)

That Damn Suit - The Twelfth Doctor x Reader

There was a message on Mars, along with life signs beneath the surface, but all you could focus on was the fact that the Doctor was getting into that damn suit again.

You'd been a companion of the Doctor for quite some time now, (and you'd been romantically involved for not nearly as long,) and you'd been on spacewalks, ocean planets, planets with poison for air, and you could hardly remember a single detail about what you'd done there because every single time, you had to wear the spacesuits. The material hugged his frame and the helmet mussed his hair just enough to drive you crazy, and it seemed like you couldn't get anything done.

Every once in a while, you could swear he caught your gaze lingering just a little too long, and your heart would leap to your throat as your cheeks burned bright red. He never seemed to notice, not that he ever mentioned, although you guessed that if he ever did, you would spontaneously combust in pure embarrassment.

You tugged on your gloves and fastened them into place, sneaking a glance at him from across the room. And he was looking at you, oh God-

You looked back down at the floor and grabbed your helmet, muttering, "We've gotta go-" looking back at him.

He gave you a smug half smile, the kind that ignited that glint in his eyes that made your stomach turn circles, and you shoved the helmet over your head.

-

Ice Warriors and Victorian soldiers, and you had no idea what was going on.

You and the Doctor had been thrown in their prison with one of the soldiers, and as you stole another glance at him, you found him looking straight at you. He wore that smirk, and you could feel the blush blooming across your face. No spontaneous combustion, surprise surprise.

"What are you staring at?" he said, stepping a bit closer and crossing his arms. You squared your shoulders and said in as confident a voice as you could muster (when all you wanted to do was run your fingers through that perfectly mussed hair,) “What does it look like?”

He tilted his chin up ever-so-slightly and chuckled. “I have no idea what it looks like, dear, that’s why I’m asking.”

Sometimes you swore he played dumb just to get a rise out of you, but his use of a petname caught you by surprise. Your traitorous blush only deepened and you ducked your face, muttering mostly to yourself, “That spacesuit should be illegal.”

He raised one of his eyebrows; he swore they were angry but you secretly loved them. He leaned one of his shoulders against one of the walls and said, “Why? What’s wrong with my spacesuit?”

It was your turn to chuckle, and you covered your mouth with a hand before admitting, “Nothing, that’s the problem.” You willed yourself to step forward, standing nearly chest to chest with him as you said, “How am I supposed to think when you’re going about, looking like-” You waved your hand up and down, gesturing at him as you said, “-That!”

He paused for a moment before the smirk returned in full force, and he muttered, “You humans are attracted to the oddest things…” You gave him a playful punch to the shoulder. “Shouldn’t you be trying to sonic the door open?”

“It doesn’t do wood.”

“What do you mean, ‘it doesn’t do wood?’”

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FAQ because fags ask questions.

Gimmie the basics

I'm Rea, 21, butch bulldyke, I live with and am dating my coauthor @itsabee pronouns ??? She her I guess???? Art account @11largesocks

Wait are you seriously a lesbian?

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What do you listen to while writing?

Idk I got autism powers. Also making writing even a little everyday as a goal is a good way to form a long term habit of doing it every day.

What does the average chapter of your fics go through before being published?

A lot more than people think that's for sure! We pre draft our fics general plot and major events before starting. As for chapters: Abby and I write an outline together. Once completed I will write the chapter. After that Abby goes through to fix character interactions, add depth, and fix my awful spelling mistakes. I then go over Abby's edits and completely reread the chapter to make sure it's cohesive. Give it a silly name and add a song that's related to the vibe and then she's live, baby.

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When is the published version of spill your guts coming out?

No idea. It needs to be drafted and redrafted, edited and reedited, and then I gotta query for agents.

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Will you be writing more fanfiction?

Yes I am currently writing house of 1000 courses with Abby. It's our take on a various x reader and mansion fic. It will update slowly. We are both busy and trying to focus on the book.

Why haven't you answered my ask?

I've been getting a huge influx of asks recently and it's hard to take the time to answer all of them. Sometimes I just need to think on it, other times I don't know quite how to respond. I appreciate your kindness and curiosity but I am just a regular guy.

Kys

Thank you

Is there anywhere to support you and Abby?

Our Kofi

Our Etsy

#since ive been getting an influx of followers #faq #rea talks

[clarajohnson]

the magicians s1e13

yes i put this one off i wasn't ready yet

i love when the recaps just give everything away it's so cute of them ohhhh the watcherwoman you say? god i wonder who that is. oh jane chatwin is important you say? that's interesting.

i love that q gets into fillory and within days is like alright guess i should write an unauthorized sequel to fillory and further

"no, i just stabbed my own hand" YOU wanted the fantasy protagonist lifestyle YOU have to deal with the common risk of blood sacrifice

BOOOOO FUCK YOU EMBER EVERYBODY HATES EMBER

loveeeee the .02% opium also love "a pretty unfair way to get you to love a place" i love the way he thinks of things you neurotic little freak

NOTHING better than the way q says "nnnnbitches" in i am in that scene, bitches

(speaking to the magicians showrunners) by all means, hinge your entire quest on a traumatized boy

every knife scene is a tease until my beloved wife fen appears

you are from a place that likes murder!

it is so obvious as to almost be lazy that the watcherwoman would be q's favorite fillory villain

jesus christ i love that q is the volunteer tomato. he would be. he really would be, he cannot resist jumping into danger if the purpose is to save the things he loves.

the memory patch :-((((((

"margo being such a bitch." oh eliot waugh you are so dear to me

q's narration is pretty fun for this episode i like it quite a bit

this is a funny stage of the team assembly, the way they resist julia's inclusion when actually julia is going to be very important to everyone (i am making this up just because i like julia)

the leo blade is pretty sexy i appreciate it

TIME FOR FEN

oh wait i forgot it's a different fen :-( see you soon my beloved

"i admit i was 100% sure that i was definitely the high king. i know! shocking, right?" fucking crazy that we have to watch him experience total ego death while eliot is making stoner jokes

season one eliot still agreeing to marry fen despite all the fine print is so shocking when you think about it, like, i forget the kind of guy he starts out as, and the "my life, it doesn't work" speech is like a total shove into character development that moves so quickly and immediately blooms and is so instantly rewarding. man when this show is good it's good.

"i think you're the only person that i can stand"

these chapter titles make me believe that q is not a good writer. i imagine his fillory fics were not highly rated.

"father-in-law, why is this blade a thousand degrees?"

mrs. me !!!!!

i will say this. and this is a kind of spoilsport opinion i know this. i do not like the whole ember's jizz plot and i find it very gross and demeaning and unnecessary, not that any of this is necessary, just that this specific element feels chosen to be a gross-out.

"can you be the champion we've been waiting for? "i want to be." whew there it is!

ONCE AGAIN FUCK EMBER FUCK EMBER FOREVER !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

me when i hate the character the show wants me to hate :-o >:-(

i completely forgot plover was in the dungeon lmao you know what let martin be a little bit more of the beast !!!!!! yeah poor you !!!!

most pathetic boy in the world voice: i know you don't want to hear it right now but i love you

quentin coldwater has the craziest fucking self-esteem anyone has ever had it goes in all directions and fluctuates hourly

you're not as good as i hoped, quentin coldwater.

please not the glowing eyes jesus christ

whewwwwwwwwww the reynard scene is always going to get to me sooooo fucking bad jesus jesus jesus

"trickster of the faithful and the pure of heart" i gotta be honest i don't know what mythology reynard is part of but i don't know what the purpose of a god like that would be. this guy seems like a burnt pancake to me.

horrible. horrible!

it's so wild that she called marina. i like that she did that i just think it's crazy. and it's a really interesting aspect of marina's character too! "jesus, julia, i wanna help." the girl is not an asshole we just hate women with boundaries JOKING she IS an asshole but i do think sometimes women are allowed to be.

love that penny expands his powers with stick-and-pokes

i believe, because i want to, that there is some significance to julia going into the wellspring last.

i forgot martin is UGGOOOOO

you know i think the way this show frames the forty timelines, for q at least, is as a kind of suicide mission, which i really feel like pushing against. i don't see q as a character outlined by despair or futility i think he's all about hope and perseverance and i think that's beautiful and it's what i want for him!

shit i completely forgot about jules teaming up with the beast for a minute oh julia you're a crazy lady

shows don't have the kind of security to end a season with five out of six main characters bleeding out and absolutely no resolution anymore

#god i love this show so much #unauthorized magicians rewatch #the magicians #text

[shittygaypornmagazine]

Hi! I recently started making a TMNT iteration and I wanted to pick your brain rq for questions you ask / wish you were asked that help with fleshing out characters, storylines, and the lives behind a characters that really make them come to life? Cause I'm struggling with a lot of bits here💀

Akfkgkxcjdkckz. Oh my god. Uh. Well. Ok.

First of all: just a quick note that I am in no way shape or form an authority on the matter of tmnt iterations and my ways of characterisation might as well be considered wrong by any other person.

So!

I definitely did not think about this response all night ever since receiving the ask, nono. I thought about it a normal amount.

Why?

That I guess is a very broad question, but I think it is really the first and the most important one you want to ask yourself about anything: a situation, a character, a storyline... I'll take my fic Full Lair as an example to make it easier and kind of apply what I'm saying to what I actually did.

So, three months ago, after reading about F!Leo for a while, I decided to make a Peepaw Fic. Why? Because the concept of a hurt adult version of a character coming back to see their carefree self and battling their hate for them felt fascinating. Why? *insert personal reasons here*

That is the "idea" of the fic.

I also wanted to put some romance in there. Why? Because I felt a little tired of reading about sixteen year olds falling in love and getting their happy ever after so soon, so I wanted to write about two middle aged men with their own baggage learning to trust and love all over again. Why? *insert personal reasons here*

That is the secondary "idea" or the reason for the plot itself.

There personal reasons don't have to be present, but I think every once in a while you should circle back to the whatever reasons you had for starting your fic in order to really understand what are you're trying to say or why are you making the fic in the first place, in case you are feeling stuck/don't know what to do next.

"Why" can also flash out a lot of characters and their backgrounds even before they are revealed, because while you, the author, know why a character does something, the readers will probably pick up on that and start getting the clues to whatever it is that you are setting up. And this really is a very fun question to be asked about your work because then you can go full info dumping mode and who doesn't love that?

Where are the background characters?

Personally, I regret not asking this question before starting Full Lair because I lost a lot of opportunities due to genuinely forgetting about certain parts/characters from the actual canon and bringing them back now would be a little awkward, so I prefer to simply reference them as not to erase their existence completely.

So, think about the background characters beforehand.

Doesn't matter what's your base: 2003, rise, 1987, or whatever and whoever you write about, it really helps to know where you're characters are at. You don't have to think all to hard or write about all of them, of course, but in case there is an opportunity for a little reference or a reader asks you something along the lines of "hey where's this dude" you have a quick and in-universe response to this.

So what about the jokes?

Now if you're not sure in your own sense of humour a trusted person who's opinion on it and the characters you are writing about seems to fit your fic would be a great help.

Yes, even if it's just for them to boost your confidence a little.

The jokes are a small part, but if you're writing about the turtle brothers, sometimes you gotta sprinkle in some bickering and teasing so it's better to have a Humour Tester by your side. And in general, jokes and their placement can really help to describe and understand a character (hence Leo from Rise) and their attitude towards the world and the people around them.

I have no idea if that was of any help at all, because I kinda went for the very few vague questions that I could think about at the moment, but you're always welcomed to ask for more specific ones!

#hyperfixated on rottmnt #full lair #rottmnt fic #rottmnt fanfiction #rottmnt fanfic #writing advice #kinda??? #save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles

[stevecoven]

⭐️ for the directors cut thing, tell us whatever juicy details you have on the fic of your choice 🫶

Ask for a Director's Cut/deep dive of one of my fics!

I don’t have a ton of super juicy fics out at the moment (more to come) but here’s some Steve lore from go back to bed, love about how he treats work/taking time to rest

“But nothing , mister. You’ve worked like ten hours a day for the past two weeks without any breaks.”

“Three weeks, actually.” Steve corrects them instinctively then winces at how big that number is.

“Exactly! You're exhausted. You’ve been complaining about your back for ages but it won’t get any better if you don’t actually stop working.” As if on cue, Steve’s back - lasting damage from an old injury - twinged painfully. Lying in bed, nestled in the pillows, he realises just how much his whole body aches, actually. He figures it’s probably felt like that for a while, he just hasn’t had the time to stop and actually notice it.

“And,” Murph continues, “I hardly get to see you. You’ve barely said a word to me the past few nights, you come back super late and just go straight to bed.” Murph sticks their lower lip out in a pout. “I bought new underwear the other day and you didn’t even notice.”

“You did-?! Oh, babe, I’m sorry, I didn’t-” Steve sinks further into the pillows and pressed a hand to his face. “I’m sorry. I’ve just been so wrapped up in this build, I haven’t been thinking about anything else.”

The tendril has stopped fussing now, content with burying Steve as much as possible, and gives Steve a cheeky caress on the cheek before retreating back into its original form. With two perfectly formed arms again, Murph puts down the last almost-neatly folded shirt and looks over at him, more worry in their eyes than annoyance. “You gotta take a rest day, buddy. Please. You’re not in the Emperor's Coven anymore, you don’t have to work yourself to death like that. Nobody's going to yell at you for taking a day off every once in a while.”

The mound of pillows and blankets are silent for a moment. “It’s a hard habit to break, I guess.”

“Yeah, I know. And I know your work’s important, it’s great that you’re so into it, but you’re important too. I don’t want you to make yourself sick.” Murph’s voice is tinged with genuine concern and Steve’s heart pangs with guilt.

Steve sighs. “Yeah, I know you’re right,” he says, a little reluctant to admit it. “That sleep was the best I’ve had in ages, I guess I really did need it.” Now that he’s back in his cosy nest of blankets, Steve’s eyes are starting to feel droopy again. “M’sorry I made you worry about me. And that I made you feel lonely. I guess I didn’t think about that.”

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Steve is a chronic overworker, even after he’s left the coven. Once the initial chaos post-Collector has calmed down and people slowly return to normal life, he joins the Constructionist’s Guild as one of their Buildmasters and helps with the more long-term restoration and rebuilding projects on this Isles; not just people’s homes and public buildings, but also historical sites that were neglected or even demolished under Belos’ rule. This includes old temples from the Savage Ages, which would have been forbidden for worshipping the primitive and uncivilised ways of wild magic. I want to write a bit more about my ideas of them some time soon, and get Lilith involved as well for the historical aspect

I can see Steve going two ways after leaving the coven; either he just embraces the ability to do Nothing and relishes in being a little bit lazy and slobby and taking things at a chill pace (how I write canon timeline!Steve) or he throws himself into his work and gets a little bit consumed by it (how I write Sturphy!Steve). He still carries a lot of guilt over what he did, directly or indirectly, as a member of the Emperor’s Coven and he desperately wants to redeem himself by helping other people as much as he can. He feels that by helping to repair the damage caused by Belos he can make up for his past mistakes, and help him come to terms with it a little better. He is also incredibly used to working horrendous hours in awful conditions, constantly being berated by his superiors and asked to do impossible tasks (jump into that chasm, Steve). Sick days were not a thing that existed, you either worked or got punished, no matter how ill or injured you were. A normal 40 hour week feels like nothing to him and he always feels like he could be doing More. He doesn’t want to stop and relax while there’s still work to be done, if not in part because then he can no longer keep himself busy enough to keep his thoughts at bay and stop his worries creeping up on him. As long as he’s working, he’s distracted, and his other problems can be ignored. Not something his therapist would be particularly pleased to hear about.

Steve was like this with his schoolwork too, so Murph knows the patterns and spots them early. They also recognise them from their father, who was also a tireless overworker who spent many days, sometimes weeks, away from home on Construction projects, leaving a teenage Murph in the house all by themselves. In the months leading up to his departure for the Emperor’s Castle and subsequent imprisonment and execution, Murph and Flint barely saw each other and Murph will always regret not being able to spend more time with him. They don’t want the same thing to happen between them and Steve where they end up drifting apart. Steve will have immediately made this connection as soon as Murph points it out, and he’ll remember just how miserable and lonely Murph was every time their dad left for another job, worried he might never come back. He knows how much their dad meant to them, and how much they hate feeling lonely, and he’s horrified at the revelation that he’s ended up doing the exact same thing to them all over again. Murph isn’t mad at him, they’re glad Steve seems to have found his calling and is doing a really good job (in the same field of work as Flint as well. He would have been so proud of Steve), they just don’t want to see him work himself down to the bone anymore. Steve’s guilt over his relapse into bad habits and the fact that his poor back Really Does Hurt are what finally make him stop and realise he needs to chill out. He still works hard from then on, but he’s a lot stricter about not doing overtime/volunteering for extra shifts when he doesn’t need to.

I also have the half-finished scraps of another fic somewhere that also covers Steve’s post-canon work life and how he’s treated by society as an ex-scout, and it looks a little bit more at that idea of using work as a way to distract him from his guilt and worries. Maybe I’ll dig it out and finish it soon!

#replies #the owl house #toh steve #fic #steve #murph #a coven just for two #covenposting

[suffarustuffaru]

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Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

AA this is the last fic writer ask question fr :o again it took me a while to get to all of them pfft but i appreciate them a lot!! this question especially is really sweet wkdndn but yes!! and hope anyone reading my answers to these questions found it interesting at least pfft

hmm…. compliment….. im a MAJOR stickler for detail :O i literally cant turn my brain off i have to get EVERY detail i can right whenever possible wjdnd. not that im always right bc im very much not but i try very hard to be!! and i absolutely adore trying to put a lot of detail and nuance into things in my work esp since i focus on characters mental thought process so much hah. i try very hard to do a lot (or at least i consider it a lot widjdj) of research :o for example i wanted to write astrea fic so i devoured every heinkel and reinhard related side story possible and now they give me intense brainrot. cries. since i write a lot of character study i HAVE to look at everything possible before i finish a fic or ill cry inside if i miss one (1) detail i couldve taken into account hah. so i do think im a hard working writer :o !! analyzing things for fun especially when i admire a work of fiction runs in my blood wjdnd it just Happens. i try my best!!

as for um. that one crack treated seriously gluttony if fic i did once (selfcest…). is it accurate to who gluttonybaru is as a character? no in the sense that hes written purposefully in that fic to be like. pushed to his Most Extreme. but also i did try to at least be kind of accurate bc. i combed through SO MUCH of arc 6 and the gluttony if to write him fr 😭😭 there was TOO MUCH analysis in that fic thats why its got a novel length wordcount HAH. hes always had a hate love relationship with “natsuki subaru”….

uhhh uhhh oh yeah something else vaguely related to this that just came to mind—for example my multichap pride otto fic has me like really wracking my brain bc pride otto has screentime for exactly 0.2 seconds (im totally good at math) so its like. i wanted to like analyze how he most likely thinks and what sort of behaviors he has and how hed even react in All the new shenanigans im putting him in. but im also working off of 0.2 seconds of screentime so i had to also go and look at how main otto thinks and try to make Many Educated Guesses on how otto goes from point a (main otto pre-meeting subaru) to point b (the otto we see in pride if). which is something i do every time i focus on an if character in general anyway HAH bc i think it gets easier to understand if versions of characters, no matter how different they seem from their main route selves, once you examine who their base character is and THEN you look at the if events and how its warped them away from their base character. if that makes sense. i think its really fun hah.

i also recognize though that it wouldve been maybe Easier to make pride otto in my fic a little more. dead inside. empty. bc i know that ive been writing a lot of his anger and irritation hah. and it wouldve made sense for him to be a little more tired kind of dead inside in his internal dialogue!!! but i figured that i might as well go a little differently with it to yes maybe subvert expectations a little bit (and bc. ok after arc 8 Confirming Many Things About Otto, no way pride otto wasnt angry at some point. fr.) but also bc. you know when a person whos been in a traumatic situation they couldnt escape for so long is forced to change themselves to survive? if that person manages to finally escape its like. now they gotta try and unlearn any trauma related lessons theyve learned now that the danger is over bc what helped them survive is now maladaptive bc the danger is Over. thats kind of how i approached the fic fr T^T but also i try so hard to write pride otto as the jaded ass he definitely is. theres so much jades in him for sure. (this sentence totally makes sense.)

oh!!! uh uh one small detail with pride otto—when characters have titles, he will almost Always call them by their title in both internal and external dialogue. reinhard is sword saint and julius is the greatest/finest knight and felix is blue, etc etc. otto is well. 1. emotionally constipated 2. distant from others 3. Going Out of His Way to distance himself from others 4. hes very fixated on power and hierarchy and 5. he is Very aware of the role hes played in crushing each knight in the knight trio. main otto Absolutely feels guilt even as hes being ruthless. i figured pride otto likely at least Used to feel guilty. if hes not still guilty deep down.

#ask #this. answer turned out way longer than i thought oops but then i started blabbering about analysis things. im a nerd HAH a massive massive #nerd #yeah i like analyzing if characters fr!!! so fun seeing how they changed over time…. #its also a fun challenge bc when u read the if most of them are like. ok aside from the greed if ln that actually goes into detail how #subaru changes over time so its like you know more gradual. with many of the other ifs we see him post-drastic change from main route so u #kinda have to connect the dots?? its fascinating!!! and if u dont look closely u could be confused on How characters changed so much. but it #makes sense once u squint a bit methinks. #gotta love pride if otto fr. ottos always been an edgy bitch pride if ottos just open about it with his black suit and dead inside charm #ALSO I STILL HAVE TO FINISH THE EX NOVELS IM WORKING ON THEM SLOWLY OK I GOT TWO DOWN GOT A FEW MORE TO GO

[thenicestthingiveseen]

20 Questions

thanks for the tag! @displayheartcode

tagging @takearisk-ao3, @corneliaavenue-ao3 + anyone else who'd like to participate :)

How many works do you have on AO3?

40 little bitty bits of my brain

2. What's your total AO3 words count? 73,518

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Mainly HP, but I've been dipping my toe into RWRB.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

i think he knows (he doesn't) (shoutout to RWRB popularity)

just the (three) of us (the people love canon and sometimes I oblige)

you are beautiful (sweet bi-racial Hallie learning self love in 90s britain as a witch)

Crazy Little Thing Called Love (a personal favorite) (everyone lives but Hallie's still a hot mess sometimes)

oh, and it kills me (first story for several sunlit daylights!!!!)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try my best to respond to every comment. I love external validation, but also love hearing how people have interpreted what i've written out of the little ideas that come into my head. It's very exciting and I've always been a fan of community so to share that with people in the comments is really special to me. I've admittedly been kind of bad at it because life was really "life-ing" but now that I'm on the other side of my mental breakdown I'm trying to get back into writing and engaging with people :)

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

oh - you mean the story that wasn't supposed to have any follow up?

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

uh.....i think all have fairly happy endings idk if I can pick one that's happier than any other? maybe Crazy Little Thing Called Love?

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I got a sorta mean comment on FFN so I stopped uploading on there because why you gotta be mean to Hallie? What'd she do to you?

9. Do you write smut. If so what kind?

I've alluded to it. But I'm frankly terrified to write it. Love to read it though lmao

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I do not

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but if anyone feels moved to do so, I'm just a DM/comment away!!!!

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

I have not. I'm just a baby (fanfic writer)

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

Hinny

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

there are way too many that I may never get to, but never say never I guess. Once I finish 'Chaos' there might be time for a lot of the other Hinny fics I have thoughts about.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I answered 17 first so, in the opposite vein while I want to write more prose I do like my ability to get to the damn point sometimes. Like, in the last line game I just did a lot of people really like "Whoever said falling in love made you feel at peace, lied." and like I think that's really powerful and sets the stage for what I want to convey emotionally for the rest of the fic?? idk. I'm really bad at celebrating me and seeing my strengths.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?'

is it a cop-out to say: "lots of things"? I'm obviously my biggest critic and I am constantly working to get better with things in terms of pacing, story arcs, and description, I love reading prose/flowery writing and I want to be able to sprinkle that into my works but I'm a flowery(?) person by nature (I'm working on my whole mindset on things needing to be productive to be "worth it") so if one day i can spend a paragraph or two just describing a single moment and gut punch someone I'd love to be able to do that.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I tend to not do it just because slang, grammar, dialects are all different and I'd be damned if I mess up and say something totally outta pocket lol

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

the two weddings and an owl funeral universe (RIP Pig)

#writing #20 questions #tagged #displayheartcode

[squealing-santa]

Responsibilities

A/N: First off, thank you so much Hypah for hosting the event!! We all appreciate you <3 Hope whoever’s reading this has the best and happiest holidays :D I’m so, so sorry if this is really OOC (which I have a feeling this is), I haven’t actually watched much Haikyuu (only about 1-2 episodes,,) and this is my first time writing a tk fic, ever. GHjkszhgbhj I’m so sorry I’m your gifter :’l Anyhow, enough about me, I hope this isn’t too bad, nor too cringey, and my apologies for it being quite short ^^; and for being So. Dang. LATE. (Towards the end it kind of,,, deviated,,, from prompt,,, I hope that’s alright?-) Anyhow, @anzynai turns out we got each other haha! All the best from me ^^  -Suzu!anon

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Pairing: Kuroo/Kenma, whether platonic or romantic is up to you to decide :-) 

I think I tried to go for the latter but it's alright-

Prompt: Discovering the other is ticklish

  “I’m back!~” Kuroo called out as he swung the bedroom door open. He plopped the takeout on the nearby table. Kenma hardly bothered to glance up. Not that Kuroo expected otherwise, anyway. He watched the pudding head, relentlessly tapping away at the screen, and Kuroo couldn’t help but smile a little out of fondness. He plopped down beside Kenma.

  “C’mon, you gotta eat three times a day! Plus, you did order the-” Kuroo paused, swiping at Kenma’s phone. 

  Kenma simply leaned to the other side, shielding his precious phone. “Only because you forced me to.”

  Kuroo smirked. “Exactly. Now gimme your phone-” he reached for Kenma’s phone as it was yoinked out of reach again, grazing Kenma’s side. “Oh sorry- wait.” Kuroo blinked. Had he heard a giggle just now? Kenma had inched to the other side of the bed, still shielding his phone away, intensely gaming, but Kuroo couldn’t help but notice that Kenma would peer warily at him every few seconds. His teasing smirk grew. “Kenma-kun, are you ticklish?” Kenma just shrugged rather stiffly (with a glare), trying not to avert his attention away from his phone. “C’mon Kenma, give me your phone~” Kuroo insisted, wiggling his fingers as he loomed above the shorter boy.

  “Le-heave me alone, Ku-Kuroo.” Kenma had slowly stood up and inched towards the door. 

  “Are you going to eat?”

  “...After I finish this round…”

  “Nope, not good enough.” And with that Kuroo lunged towards him, following Kenma with a laugh as he scuttered out the door downstairs. 

  Kuroo smirked as they circled around the table. “Can’t get away now, huh?” Kenma muttered something faint in protest before making a sudden dash away from the table. Kuroo, however, had always been faster. 

  Kenma looked up. He had almost reached the stairs; if he made it to his room, maybe he could- 

  “Mph-” Kuroo’s arms wrapped around his waist, pulling him back, and he tumbled over, bringing Kuroo with him. 

  Kuroo pushed himself halfway up, hovering right above Kenma. “You alright?” He chuckled when he noticed the pale pink on the younger boy’s face. Kenma had his head turned away from him, brows gently furrowed, but he managed out something that sounded vaguely like a shaky “yeah”. Kuroo’s grin grew teasing once more. “Well, Kenma-kun, you still have time to rethink this through. Are you going to go eat? Or will I have to-” he paused, giving Kenma a small pinch which made him squeak, “make you?” 

  Kenma tried to turn his head further into the ground. Or at least, that’s what it seemed like. “I… ‘m not eating…” he whispered. His eyes widened in shock as he registered what he’d just said. What was he doing, digging his own grave like that??

  “You asked for it.” Kuroo brought both of Kenma’s arms above his head, pinning them there with one hand, while the other hand crept under his hoodie and spidered over his stomach with light, skittering touches. 

  “A-ah!” Kenma shuddered and bit his tongue, trying to stop the giggles that threatened to pour out. 

  Kuroo chuckled. “Awe, guess I’ll have to try harder, huh?” he said, walking his hand up Kenma’s side, still lightly skittering away, then poked and prodded at his ribs. 

  “Kuhuhro stahap iT-” Kenma scrunched his nose, squirming slightly as he tried to curl up. 

  “Hmmm… okay then. Maybe this?~” Kuroo asked with a smirk, suddenly taking both hands to dig into Kenma’s underarms. Kenma’s body jumped and he threw his head back, bursting into hysterical laughter. 

  “NAHAHAHA DOHoHOHNT- KUHUHUROHO!” He barely managed out, his laughter changing volume immediately when one of his worst spots was suddenly exploited in a sudden and rough transition.

  “Fine then. How about… this?” Kuroo switched one of his hands to Kenma’s ribs, vibrating between each individual bone, sometimes switching to deliver a light pinch to his ribs or a squeeze to his sides (which drew an, admittedly, adorable squeak each time).

  “EhEHEHEh JuhUHuUHST STAHA- KUhuhuROHO haHahA!” Kenma squealed as Kuroo switched spots again, bringing his hand down to Kenma’s hips, clawing slowly around the bone- which, combined with the tickling at his ribs, sent ticklish waves throughout his body. “PlehehEaSE!” Kenma’s face was now a flushed red, tears forming in his eyes.

  At this point, the takeout was well forgotten. 

  Hearing as Kenma’s laughs became more panicked, Kuroo skittered his hands to a pause and let him catch a breath. Residual giggles flowed out of his mouth as his chest heaved. Kuroo had been greatly enjoying this and catching sight of Kenma’s face still flushed and adorable made him blush a bit as well. However, he still wanted to experiment a few more things… if the other was up to it, of course. 

  Feeling slightly embarrassed now, Kuroo cleared his throat. “So… uh… using the opportunity at hand, I wanted to test a couple more things out. That is, if you’d be fine with that.” That, and he wanted to hear some more of his laughter, something so rare yet endearing and bright coming from someone that rarely even smiled. Kenma, having recovered from the tickles, blinked away the dampness of his eyes and peered at him. Being in such a… close position, his still-pink face flushed a deeper pink.

  “Y-yeah, sure.” Kenma muttered, still shielding his face away. Kuroo, regaining his composure, gathered the younger boy’s wrists in one hand, inching the other under his hoodie, just resting on his stomach, and smirked when Kenma instinctively sucked in his stomach. Kuroo suddenly clawed at his stomach, softly but tortuously, and Kenma dissolved into giggles.

  Kuroo chuckled. “Are you really that sensitive?~ My, my, your face is turning pink already~” As the clawing scuttered higher and higher towards his ribs, Kenma’s laughter went up in pitch. 

  “Hehehe Kuhuhroho! Dohohon’t- Stahahap!” 

  “Don’t stop? Be careful what you wish for!” said Kuroo, letting go of Kenma’s wrists only to crawl that hand down and vibrate at his hips, drawing out near-hysterics once more. Now, though, Kenma didn’t have the strength to push at Kuroo’s hands. Tears were forming again, Kenma’s cheeks stained with light trails, and so Kuroo slowed his hand to a gentle spidering, letting Kenma’s laughter fall into a sweet sputter of giggles. 

  Kuroo relished in the sweet sound for a few minutes before finally slowing to a stop, shifting so that Kenma’s head rested in his lap. Though Kenma’s face was flushed with a delicate pink and his body heaved as residual giggles trickled out, Kuroo had never seen him so… carefreely smiling before. “I’m going to get you some water, okay?” He shifted again, getting up, and after a moment, rushed back with a glass of water, handing it to the younger boy.

  “So… you’re gonna eat now, right?”

  “Yeah.”

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