#i don't know why this exchange hit me so hard but i'm obsessed with it actually

[pocketgalaxies]

I didn’t know what it meant. But I heard when I was touching the tree, to “not give her the names.” We have their names.

#critical role #criticalroleedit #critteredit #patia por'co #laerryn coramar-seelie #marisha ray #aabria iyengar #gifs #* #*cr #cr spoilers #exu #exu: calamity #r: patia x laerryn #scheduled #4h5m exu3e4 #i don't know why this exchange hit me so hard but i'm obsessed with it actually #it's just. #this is It. this is the moment where they realize what needs to be done #where they understand that they can still fix /something/ #this newfound hope!! the smile that comes to laerryn's face!! the smile that comes to patia's face in response!!! #but honestly i think the way marisha says that 'i know you can' #makes me think patia already knows she won't survive. #makes me think patia is placing all of her faith into laerryn's intelligence and her survival bc patia doesn't think she'll make it #she's looking at her like she knows it's the last time she'll ever be able to.

[krash-and-co]

haven't done this in a while, so here !! l&co as stuff I've heard/said in the past few months, bc I don't remember exact exchanges before then 👍👍

arguably more unhinged for reasons unknown. fate of Gods favorite clown idk

Lucy: I thought Billie Joe Armstrong went to the moon for a long time, honestly.

~

Lucy: [calling Barnes] there's a stranger at our house. she tried really hard to get in, and--

Lockwood, in the distance: we broke all the stranger danger rules.

Lucy: we broke all the stranger danger rules.

~

Holly: Lockwood, you have the coolest style.

Lockwood: thanks!

Lucy: what?!? she just tells me I look gay.

Lucy: and homeless.

~

holly: I want to help disabled kids ride a tricycle. wait, I meant to say horses.

lockwood: you want to help disabled horses ride a tricycle??????

~

Lucy: I don't have mommy issues I just don't like my mom.

~

Lucy: you gave me a framed photo for my birthday

Lucy: and within thirty minutes you stepped on it.

Lockwood: but then I bought you a new frame!!!

Lucy: and then I opened it, and it looked like you stepped on it.

Lockwood: well I'm not buying you another one.

~

skull: ugh, theyre so obsessed with how they look.

lucy, nodding: yeah, they're all "oh I'm so perfect!" preps. they definitely shave their legs.

~

Lockwood: I need to work on my swearing problem, cuz there are adults around and they don't li-- *drops thermos* ow FUCK

~

Lockwood: shut the windows. shut the fucking windows, I feel like we're being watched.

Lucy: hahaha, this is fucking terrifying.

Lockwood: here are the knives.

Holly: do you have any baseball bats? I don't want to stab people.

George: no, but we have crutches. we can hit people with them.

Holly, nodding: that's good.

~

Lockwood: I'm stupid.

Kipps: no you're not- yes you are. I don't know why I said you're not, so I had to correct myself.

~

holly: if we kill someone, we'll get in.... trouble.

~

George: shit!! I mean fuck!!! I mean crap!!!

Lucy, hitting him repeatedly: stop CURSING YOU FUCKING-- DANG IT!!!!!

~

Holly: do you ever get the urge to be randomly violent, like-

[loud clatter as lockwood and kipps beat each other up in the background]

holly: yeah like that.

~

Kipps, on searching for Bobby: I used to just grab any kid I saw about his height with brown hair, but that caused problems.

~

Lucy: what's your biggest fear?

Lockwood: what? spiders.

Lucy: no the other one

Lockwood: change.

Lucy: no the-- the other one.

George: what do you WANT FROM HIM-

~

lucy: you're going to make me have a gambling addiction.

skull, nodding: that's the idea.

~

George: pff my mom says im special.

Lockwood: im also special! they put me in classes about it.

[Lockwood and George burst out laughing while everyone else stares]

~

[Lucy and George are punching each other, screaming, and spewing out profanity in sign language]

George: literally nobody even looked up

Lucy: we're at the point where it's normal

George: yeah, haha!

Lucy: haha!

[a moment of heavy breathing and grinning before they begin fucking attacking each other again]

~

George, to Lucy: ugh im so sore. why do you keep punching me.

[Lucy punches him]

~

ok last one but this was a hell of a fucking convo and it was so funny everyone just jumped in with random twists 😭😭

[kipps crew, l&co, and flo are all sitting in barnes otherwise empty office]

George: kipps sounds terminally online, but I can't figure out yet if it's the normal kind or if he has. like. a kin list.

Lucy: the two extremes. normal or homestuck.

George: I read all of homestuck but it's okay I'm normal now

skull: im-

lucy: skull YOU'RE terminally online, but like the video gamer kind. kipps sounds like he had a my hero academia phase.

Lockwood: I was friends with someone who would roleplay mha all the time.

George: like pretend to have powers or something?

Lockwood: no, like pretend to be the characters. interact as them.

bobby: I don't roleplay, but I like to imagine I'm a different person with powers sometimes :)

ned: ha, furry.

flo: furry? one of my friends knows a furry who got her tail stolen, and she's in the office right now.

Lockwood: like today??

flo: yeah today. she's there right now.

Lockwood: [silence] oh.

flo: yeah they just. yoink.

[silence]

bobby: .....im not a furry but--

Lucy: aaaand gonna stop you right there before you make things worse for yourself

kat: why can't we EVER have normal conversations

#pov the most insane person you know has friends and theyre just as bad #bonus points if you can guess who was me bc a lot of these things i said some of lol #lockwood and co #anthony lockwood #lucy carlyle #holly munro #quill kipps #george cubbins #george karim #bobby vernon #ned shaw #kat godwin #flo bones #montagu barnes #lockwood & co #incorrect quotes #sort of lol

[coffeelovesdramasalatte]

LITA Ep. 5 Rewatch Thoughts Part 2

Phayu is looking WAY too happy to be called a bastard

Idk this shot is just funny

AHHHH It's our other resident cutie!! I missed you Prapai <3 Also yay for P' Aon and P' Saifah my beloveds

The exchange between Prapai and P' Saifah is so funny and I wish we'd gotten to explore the twins' and Prapai trio more in the show. That would've been so fun! As it stands take a P' Saifah side-eyeing self-proclaimed VIP Prapai

Ah so P' Saifah did hear things last night (poor him). Also I'mma need everyone to stop calling Phayu names when all he does is be a SIMP

If the beast was actually a puppy, sure. I'm not sure these boys know how metaphors work.

Poor Sky's world is about to get a lot windier with turbulence. It's not time for us to talk about that yet though. Also peep the manga collection, I stan

HE EVEN SNEEZES LIKE A KITTY I CAN'T HANDLE THIS CUTENESS

P' Phayu you're hilarious - wdym germ-spreader as if you don't literally stick your tongue down his throat in circa 5 minutes

Man is really gunning to impress the in-laws - do you see this smirk?? He knows he's won their favor (at least Mama Rain's so far). Poor Rain can feel himself being replaced as the favorite son >.<

I just know Phayu's inner-self is SCREAMING rn at seeing his triangle being so treasured by Rain. This is probably what prompted that very "you are my fate and the heavens themselves brought us together and ilysm" musical number coming up later on. Also for the millionth time, Boss has v nice hands heh

I love how utterly hypnotized Rain looks every time Phayu gets close to him. obsessed with this set of expressions, actually!

Why is Rain saying 'mia' with that look on his face so powerful?? Phayu sir how did you hold back from immediately smothering his face with kisses bc I certainly couldn't be that strong

Phayu I'm going to slap you bc what is this behavior?

Rain is understandably not ok. Noeul did a spectacular job here of giving us subdued shock and realistic tearing up. Generally speaking, he's a good crier (even in ep 3 I think he portrayed it well without overdoing it).

I love how they gave us dramatic thunder in the background to really impart the gravity of the situation. Foley artist I continue to love u <3

They also really went hard with the triangle imagery in this episode, or maybe that's just me seeing things. I do love how Rain's first instinct to get out of any Situation is to grab Phayu's arm.

"It's time to stop studying each other." Yeah ok say it without looking at Rain's lips like 50 times first, coward

You can see the tear track and Noeul does this little nose twitch here that's giving me poor meow meow. Even Phayu couldn't resist touching

Rain: is this clown serious rn?? we're talking about the WEATHER???

The audacity?!

Rain looks so distressed here, my poor son :(

He finally breaks and we get to see that oh-so-adorable-only-for-Rain nose crinkle. Phayu is lucky he's so cute or Rain would've pouted for a lot longer

Rain just went at him with the softest pillow in his arsenal. He's too nice.

I know every single one of you went back to the shot earlier of his clearly unmarked back when you first watched this. I should know. I squinted for like 5 full minutes. Phayu you're a liar :(

Rain hits him some more, and Phayu says he's already won. I really think this man looks wayyyy too smug, someone (Rain) should do something about it.

And we're back to the neck cradling. I continue to admire how quickly Rain just loses himself (as shown by his suddenly very focused on Phayu's face gaze)

To the next part we go!! Lots of sweetness ahead :)

#love in the air #lita the series #phayurain #bossnoeul #lita rewatch thoughts

[en-whims]

𝄞 LOOSE ENDS | SIM JAEYUN

the sixth instalment from the "Narratives from the Walkman: a 90's love collective" series

genres: in the words of andi "fluff turned spicy turned angst" | pairing: jake x fem!reader | warnings: non-explicit sexual themes | wc: 1.7k | tagging: @yenqa @yjjungwon @sophialosthercardigan @saucyjaeyun

a/n: this chapter is told under jake's account

[ 👤 ] SIDE A ; BOY 6 ㅡ SIM JAEYUN

°❝ hit me up at 2 AM and wanted me to swing by

threw on a pair of sweats tonight

hopped up in my whip

started up the engine, three miles

later in your room with vanilla candles and moonlight

glowing through your curtains ❞ °

[ 🎧 ] SIDE B ; TRACK 6 ㅡ moonlight chemistry by jeff bernat

I was an intern when they assigned me to her. They said she’d be my muse for a few months 'til they can figure out where to put me after this probation. I reluctantly agreed. Never in my entire career had it occurred to me that I, an amateur photographer, an average intern, would be assigned to the most celebrated model of my time.

I wasn't prepared, yet there I was in front of the girl everyone wanted to sleep with.

I admire her artistry greatly. The first time I saw her up close was when my company introduced us to each other. It's no wonder why everyone wanted to work with her.

Her features were so riveting that even I couldn't take my eyes off her that day. She had this captivating stare and charming smile that anyone who’d dare look at her would be spellbound.

The first week with her wasn’t so bad. She knew her angles too well, and I admire her for that. I never really had a hard time working with her. Not to mention she gives free doughnuts to staff every day. Her voice was so mellifluous, and she spoke so carefully despite her powerful aura.

I genuinely doubt those articles about her saying she’s a fraud who’s obsessed with fame. She's just a soft human being hiding behind the persona her company demands from her.

Our first interaction was when she asked my opinion on what doughnut flavor she should buy next for the whole crew. It became our usual interaction besides the work-related exchanges we had. Even so, she always ends up buying a different flavor. I don't even know why she bothered asking me.

“I never got the chance to ask your name, doughnut boy.” She approached me at one of our lunch breaks. “I'm Jake,” I said while rubbing my nape. I was caught off guard, but I shrugged it off the instant she noticed my sudden jerk. She just flashed a smile towards me in return then left.

Little did I know, she tucked a tiny piece of paper under my camera; it was her number. I never found it interesting at first, I mean, does she always do this to the photographers assigned to her? I was extremely hesitant since I was an intern and tried my best to stay professional, but I picked it up and hid it in my wallet anyway.

A month went by too quickly and we were still working together. She would sometimes text me in the morning, asking if I was free after work. We would go out late at night to watch movies at the cinema or just go driving around the city ‘til she had had enough and asked me to send her home.

There were other times where she would call me to pick her up in the morning just ‘cause she wanted to be the first to see me before I went to work. It went on until there came a time where she crashed at my place because she was dying to watch this Netflix show with someone, and her secretary was too busy to give her any attention.

She had no one to consider as her friend besides her secretary, and I guess that counted me too.

I had no idea what we were, but we had fun and enjoyed each other’s presence. I thought that’s what mattered,  so I never bothered asking her anything about our status.

We were sitting on my couch one afternoon as The Umbrella Academy was playing on the television. Sitting too close to each other did not surprise me. Things became so easy and comfortable with her that these little gestures made us accustomed to each other.

But somehow, it made me feel cautious. She leaned on my shoulder, carefully munching the popcorn with the almost empty bowl resting on her lap. I turned to her and gently rubbed my nose against the crown of her head.

“Hey,” I muttered, “why bother asking me about doughnut flavors when you buy something different the next day?” She chuckled and reached for the table, placing the bowl down, “well, it’s no fun if you give people what they want.” I gave her a confused look.

“You see, Jake, I don’t like living up to people’s expectations. They expect you to be this and that then the next, they expect you to be someone different. Everything’s temporary just like people’s expectations.” I grabbed the remote control and lowered the volume of the television as I was trying to comprehend her words.

She would usually say confusing stuff so randomly that I deemed it as a habit of hers. But most of the time, it’s hard to understand. “But aren’t you a model? People tell you to do stuff almost every day.” She placed a quick peck on my cheek and shifted in her seat, “work's different from my personal life. I don’t know. I just like doing things my own way when I feel like it.”

I blushed at her sudden gesture, but thankfully, she didn’t look at my face. She would kiss my arm, or give it a playful bite whenever she felt like it, but when she started giving me frequent kisses, I became more confused.

Next thing I knew, I was lying down on my bed, half-naked, with her cuddling against my bare chest as she drew invisible doodles on my skin. My hand was resting on my stomach while the other was playing with her hair. I gently pulled up the blanket to fully cover her exposed shoulders. I never expected our relationship to go this far.

I mean, sleeping with your muse? Doesn't sound bad when you put it that way, but the fact that she was my coworker made it worse.

I never asked for things to go down this path, but it happened so quickly. We were just exchanging chaste kisses on the couch until things started to get passionate; that was before my hands were gripping her thighs as she was gently ruffling my hair, ‘til we ended up in the bedroom, having pillowtalks.

“Why did you give me your number?” she heaved a deep sigh before answering my question.

“I saw you differently, I guess. Like you’re not like the others.”

“The others?”

“Yeah. Like those guys who wanted to be close with me just because they wanted to sleep with me. That's how the world looks at me right? Just some model everybody wants to have their hands on like I'm some damn trophy. You don’t look at me that way, do you?”

“I'm just pretty lucky, I guess.” she chuckled over my words.

“I'm kidding. I never looked at you that way. But is that it? You gave me your number just because you think I'm different?”

“Well, I don't think you’re different. I know you are.”

“What makes you so sure?”

“I like you, Jake. I've never been this open and comfortable since my last relationship in college, which was a very long time ago.”

The room went dead silent. I couldn't say it back. I just couldn’t. She was waiting for me to say something, anything. It took me three minutes, but I only let out a deep sigh. She pulled away from hugging me and laid on her back.

“I... I should go. This was a mistake. I shouldn’t be here anyway.” she stood up and started putting her clothes back on.

“No, wait! Let me explainㅡ”

“It’s okay, Jake. You don’t have to. I get it. I guess I really am just some showpiece everyone’s trying to collect. Temporary, am I right?”

She quickly tied her shoes and went towards the door but stopped halfway through.

“See you at work.” she breathlessly whispered and let out a sniff before slamming the door behind her. Way to go, Jake. There goes your chance at love.

I chickened out before I could even put my feelings across. I couldn't even give her the assurance she was asking from me. I was hopeless that I couldn't even figure out my own feelings.

How am I supposed to tell her that, when her eyes were begging for answers I don't even have the guts to give?

I screwed up, I made a fool out of her, and I couldn’t ever forgive myself for hurting someone whose only intention was to give me the love she thought I deserved, and I just watched her leave the place.

The next day, she became too dull. She gave free doughnuts as usual, but she wasn’t her cheery self anymore. I tried my best to stay focused, thinking the more professional this went, the faster we finished. 

Three months into this project, I assumed my probation neared its end. She approached my table at lunchtime, tucking another note under my camera. I had just come back from the restroom, and that was the only time I saw her approaching my table.

Usually, she would sit there and chat about doughnut flavors and other pastries, but things were different now. There was no one to blame but me. I was a coward, and still am.

It's not that I don’t like her, but I can’t say that I do either. She's fun to be with, and I find her company comforting. But I just wasn’t ready for the responsibility of reciprocating her feelings. I didn’t even know what I wanted until now.

I want her close to me. I crave her presence. I like being around her, but I'm still confused. She’s just too much for me. I haven’t figured out my feelings yet, lucky for her she had it all puzzled out already. I never meant to hurt her, but I already did. I was so naive and scared.

But I swear I wasn't trying to get in her pants. She matters to me. I just couldn’t tell her that.

The crew went out for a party and she went with them. I went home earlier. Lazily plopping myself on the bed as soon as I got home, I let out a deep, exasperated sigh, feeling emotionally drained. The memories still lingered fresh on the sheets, and I remembered the note she left on my table.

 “After this is over, feel free to lose my number.” ㅡ

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[delopsia]

Del!!! Happy early birthday!

I'm going to go with DogSled Mail, specifically for "Blame Me". I am obsessed with Rhett and his Queen in that. I think about how they met, how she earned his trust, how they're doing. So I will take anything about them ♥️

Oh wow, I haven't thought about Blame Me for so long 😭 this got out of hand so damn quickly. Join my Birthday Bouquet Event! 💐

It's impossible not to daydream about the memories residing in this cobblestone street's crevices. In the dark of the night, they appear like ghosts, like little pieces of frozen time. Harmless until you venture too close.

The first of them hit you as hard as that old wagon had. A stray wooden wheel catching the back of your ankle, appearing so suddenly that you had no time to react before the impact thrust your forward and rolling over your foot entirely. Dried corn shook from one of the feed bags it had hauled, raining over the top of your head like tiny rocks—an insult to injury. 

If the farmer had noticed he ran you over, you're certain he would have laughed. 

Or maybe he did notice. You're still not sure. All you know is that one moment, you were on the ground. The next, unfamiliar arms were hoisting you up from the dirt, hauling you from the path of a second team of horses, pulling an even larger cart of produce. Your feet fumbled hopelessly across the ground, struggling to gain traction as you were practically drug across the market. 

"Y' alright?" You didn't recognize the deep voice of the man who placed you on the bench. Nor did you recognize his scruffy face, dirt clinging to his jaw, like he had just gotten done playing it. "Was a nasty fall, y' took there." 

Fine. 

You were fine. And if you weren't, it wasn't any of this stranger's business. 

For all you knew, he could have been a spy who followed you from the borders of your kingdom and into this unfamiliar town. It wouldn't be the first time someone had tried to grab you in exchange for a nondisclosed ransom. Though this would be the first time someone had gone to such extents. 

 After a moment, you remembered how to speak. "Who are you?" 

His shoulders rose and fell with a shrug. "'m Rhett." 

Your second memory emerges from the shadows, just a few feet away from the first. It had happened a week after the first when you found the courage and strength to limp your way back into this foreign village, this time in search of more than the sweets made in the local bakery. This time, you were following directions to the rodeo. There is only one way to tell if a man is as good as he says. 

How could you have expected that Rhett would win? And that his award-winning smile would have you coming back again, and again, and again? Venturing into the countryside at his side on some days and into adorable shops on others.

It made no sense. 

A hundred and one letters from potential suitors sat in your study, promising everything under the sun, from incredible travels to more wealth than you could ever imagine. But you were ignoring them in favor of something more. Dressing in clothes lent by your favorite maid and slipping through the cracks of the kingdoms to see the handsome face of a cowboy. 

You meant to tell him. Truly, you did. Rhett had every right to know who you truly were. That a royal title was attached to your name, with a throne and kingdom duties to match. You had been seconds away from beginning your rehearsed speech when he met your lips under the golden glow of the sunset. 

And how is one meant to concern themselves with talking when heaven himself is kissing you? 

What they don't tell you about heaven is that hell is always clinging to his coattails. One moment, you are dancing beneath the moon, and the next, you're scurrying through town, wondering why your lover didn't meet you as he promised. In your two day absence, the shack he called a home had burnt to cinders, and despite the retracing of your steps, not a soul recalled seeing him.

Rhett's most valued possession was a mare the shade of midnight. Whom had a reputation for tilting her head to steal bites of strawberries from the market vendors. You suppose that is the only reason why you sit upon her back, listening to the clack of her hooves against the cobblestone. Several black mares had raised their heads at your handful of strawberries. 

Only one had dared to crane her neck in an attempt to steal them. 

Joy Hawk's voice snaps across the midnight air. Her unintelligible words sound close to the command she instructed you to memorize. Must be something Rhett's horse understands, because she quickens before you can instruct her to, darting down the dark street.

You can see them now. Your men wrestling with something you can't quite see. Yelling to one another. Struggling to contain what you can only presume to be an animal of some kind. It thrashes in their arms. Kicking. Rolling off the ground. Unable to be contained for any longer than a second. Joy barks an order you don't care to hear. Like the Red Sea, they part, and, and—

You recognize that scruffy face. 

Rhett stumbles forward. 

His frail palms reach for the muzzle of his mare, petting her as if to ensure that what he's seeing is real. But she doesn't disappear, and as he feels down the expanse of her neck and up to your thigh, you don't vanish either. 

"Prince Rhett," your firm recognition comes in the form of a wobbly whisper. Not a trace of your courage in sight. 

You can't find it. Not when the moonlight catches on his face, unveiling the way his features have sunken in. Starved to a husk of the man you saw a mere six months ago before he was imprisoned for a murder that you know he did not commit. 

Now, you see why Joy turned her back on the Abbott family. How does one remain loyal when they can do this to their own son? 

"How did you..." Rhett's fumbling to grasp your wrist, his grip so weak that you reckon you could break free of it with the slightest tug. 

All you can do is grasp his hand in your own. He may not be strong enough to hang on, but you are. And you're not going anywhere.

With a heavy sigh, you finally begin to speak. "I have a lot of explaining to do."

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #delgato's asks #delopsia's birthday bouquet #withahappyrefrain

[burinazar]

I'm sure you've mentioned it before, but I was wondering who your favorite Made in Abyss character is and why they're your favorite? :3

I love all the main kids as well as many other characters so it's hard to choose but I think I'd have to say mine is Faputa. Not only is she a super interesting and cool character, but she's also A Creature. A little ball of fluff that can kill

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Thank you very much for the ask, anon! haha, "little ball of fluff that can kill"...yes, Faputa is great, and I think the main cast of Abyss is very endearing and very well fleshed-out. I was having a nice exchange on AO3 the other day regarding how GOOD the characterization of Abyss is and how it's often overlooked in favor of the also-extremely-good worldbuilding and plot, and why that might be, and was considering how it links together with some of my other Thoughts about ways this fandom is different from my other ones as far as what people are into (I need to finish the self-reblog I was gonna do about that on a recent related post actually). Anyway, pretty much the whole cast is endearing and/or enjoyable to watch in some capacity. But there is a definite answer as to favorite(s).

I put these up on my wall this evening, which may help to answer your question.

(Please note the scrolls. I missed the Amiami preorder period for those two because they closed earlier than the rest for some reason, but was able to get them from Suruga-ya eventually. They'll be on the wall at some point too.)

The story and cast prior to s2 I enjoyed in a, like, normal way, and then the Ganja squad arc hit me like a damn asteroid. These people...I've thought and felt and said so much about them, and after a year and a half I'm still brimming with something that feels like it has to be poured out, onto blank canvases and into the written word, and there's no end in sight. I have never had characters that were such good muses to me except perhaps for a couple I made up myself. Belaf has to be called my favorite at this point, but for a long time it was Vueko, and I really, really like Waz too; the manner in which these three characterize one another makes it a little painful to try to separate and rank them, but yes, that's the order. I dote on B and V in particular.

(Self portrait circa August 2023.)

At this point I have so much to say about them that being asked why I like them is hard to answer succinctly. Belaf is so, so sweet, but in an unusual weird, intense nerd way that I find incredibly endearing .....and then that kindness and strength of character fucking destroys him and it's tragic and beautiful and there is so much to pick apart in the manner and meaning of his transformation and his absolution, and it's also a great deal of fun to depict him as he was before. "Before" Belaf is such a fun sort of quirky nerd and his relationships wth Waz and Vue and Iru offer, like, SO much to turn over and look upon fondly, humor and friendship and loyalty and love.

And yet, when I write about his years of friendship with and loyalty and closeness to Wazukyan and Vueko and his parenthood and tutelage of Irumyuui and (note: hallucinatory) camaraderie with the other Ganja, hanging over my shoulder always is his downfall and it makes all of those things so much more beautiful, the tinny note of tragedy that is always playing at the edge of our hearing once we see it all and know how it must end.

(Another crispy fried self portrait from last year. I don't really draw myself these days at all EXCEPT in the context of making fun of my sages obsession.)

As for Vueko, since she's fairly popular maybe explaining her appeal isn't needed...or maybe it is, because it's so much more than the shy and gentle and somewhat silly person she is on the surface, it is so, so much more. Under the Layer of Fuheh she's made of steel --it's just that she's very, very softspoken, which people mistake for passivity and spinelessness. Even fans who purport to like her sometimes reduce her to victimhood and weakness. Perhaps because it's a misconception she clearly holds about herself, and a viewer can be forgiven for not putting together that Vueko might literally be the sage that acts with the most agency. There's so much more I can say that I love about her and her story, especially in the context of the other characters and the way she subtly skews some narrative and trope-related expectations, but I think that's the heart of it -- yes, she was endearing as soon as I met her, but when I saw the subtle yet unmistakeable strength under it all (and parsed that she never saw it herself, I think that little pop of tragedy really makes it hit for me lol), I think that's what made me adore her.

This next little bit might be kind of fucked up but what really makes that strength into something that haunts and compels me is that Vueko has so much determination and strength of character that she will unhesitatingly act to destroy the people she cares about very very much if she has decided at that moment that it is the best thing for them (Irumyuui, Belaf, Irumyuui again.) I can trace the real beginning of my obsession with these characters to when s2e8 aired and this is pretty much why.

So...yeah. Belaf and Vueko! Aaaand there's no way I can write about Waz here without making this post way too fucking long but.

One more shitty self portrait from earlier in the obsession should do it.

Yep!

#made in abyss #Orphan hole tag #i say she 'destroyed' him because 'Perpetuated His Soup Based Mindbreak' would not fit the tone of the post. #at that juncture this was the only way she could save his life. and after all he'd done for her...she would be strong for him now. #no matter how he might beg her not to. : ((( #also obviously i like irumyuui and pakkoyan a lot as well. i think my fanworks make this clear #but i can't deny the sages are the Obsession Provokers #btw i know i refer to the anime a lot in this post but i've read various portions of the manga as well and am 'caught up' #but like. .... ...this is weird but for me it felt like s2/Ganja arc is 'the part i'm in the fandom for/of' #i'm interested in the rest and will enjoy it in the same way as s1 but the part my heart will continue to dwell in is the story of the ganj #and the sage obsession is unlikely to transfer to further characters. this is why i sort of say i'm in 'a fandom in a fandom' sometimes. #anyway thanks again for the ask and sorry the answer is. So. Much.

[lutawolf]

Hi Luta,

I’m loving your thoughts, particularly around Love in the Air, which is currently living rent free in my head. I know you touched on it briefly in you Ep 1 & 2 recaps, but how much do you think Rain’s lack of romantic (and sexual) experience plays into his interactions with P’Payu and the sexual awakening he seems to be having. We know from his conversations with Sky, as well as his unrequited obsession with Ple, that he doesn’t have much if any real relationship experience with women. And despite his gushing over how handsome the stranger who changed his tire was, he has a fairly black and white (straight or gay) view of sexuality. He is ready to accuse Ple’s brother of being gay for admiring the mysterious Payu so much, while not recognising how his own gushing over what turns out to be the same person, would appear the same to outsiders.

I do find their exchange at P’Payu’s garage loft fascinating. Although Rain at this point still considers himself straight, there is a clear connection between the two that Rain is yet to truly verbalise. Despite barely knowing P’Payu beyond the legend and him rescuing Rain twice, Rain practically melts as P’Payu dries his hair - it’s no wonder that Payu reads that as an open invitation to test the waters of moving the relationship forward. And while I do think there is the seedlings of the No Kink there, a lot of those initial protestations on Rain’s part seem to be more gay panic. His body is clearly responding favourably to P’Payu’s touch, but his head is still very much in Straight mode, and he isn’t ready to acknowledge what Payu sees. I think this is why Payu backs off once Rain is able to get his head to control his body and hits Payu with the pillow - it’s Payu pulling back to make sure the relationship only moves forward once they are both in it, and clearly Rain isn’t ready at that point mentally, even if his unconscious actions indicate otherwise.

This ended up longer than expected but curious as to your thoughts.

Hey Amos!!!

I'm so glad you are enjoying my reviews. I really appreciate everyone taking the time to read them. Rain has had no sexual experience what so ever. That comes from the book, so we are going to assume it's true for the series until proven otherwise. Which in my opinion, it's actually been reinforced that he doesn't. I know how the scene came off in the cafeteria, but he is sitting right next to his best friend who he is very aware is gay. That gay best friend just smacks him in the head because he realizes this is an insert foot into mouth moment. So no, I don't see him as homophobic at all. He's just an an adorable white crayon.

Rain is on the attraction boat from the word go, when he sees Payu again at the frat party. What's more he actively goes after Payu. Payu sees this and tests prior to even getting to the bedroom. Not only has he already pegged him as a brat submissive but he is also aware of how innocent Rain is. The bedroom was a tease and push to get him where he wants. That's my opinion any way.

Like I've said a million times. This is art, turn the painting a certain way and someone else will see it differently. I see way more than a seedling of the No Kink and very little gay panic. Now he has panic in the general since. However, most of his panic is about being Dominated. He has likely always imagined himself as dominant but here is this not so nice guy just running right over him and it feels good. He is having a what the hell is wrong with me crisis. Just look at the bathroom scene. He got hard. Payu pushed him to getting hard and he didn't sit there having a freak out that a guy got him hard. If he was going to gay panic shouldn't he have done it then?

Thank you for writing and again thank you for reading my reviews. 💜💜💜

#love in the air the series #love in the air series #love in the air kink #luta opinions #luta question and answer #luta talks kink #coconuts mafia

[augustmourn]

Twenty Questions for a Fic Writer

Tagged by @hearthouses and @ladyculebras!

How many works do you have on ao3?

162.

What's your total ao3 word count?

557,449 words.

What fandoms do you write for?

I tend to bounce from fandom to fandom and don't generally return to older ones, so the fandoms I've written for in the past I may not write much or at all in the future. I've written the most works for IT Movies, followed by Star Wars, but more recently I've been writing for The Locked Tomb and Danganronpa. All for the Game is probably my longest-standing fandom I can easily dip back into. I also have a bunch of other fandoms I've tried out writing once or twice for exchanges.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Unexpected - 1,192 kudos. Bojack Horseman, Bojack/Mr. Peanutbutter. Fake dating/accidental marriage. For a long time it was the most kudosed fic in the fandom but has now been surpassed by a couple of megacrossovers. I'm pretty proud of this one--I love any fic where I get to stretch my comedy muscles and I've been told it does pretty well at hitting the canon tone.

you know what they say about assumptions - 865 kudos. Star Wars: The Clone Wars, Anakin/Padme/Obi-Wan. Modern AU. Maybe the only modern AU I've ever written? I think it's just had a long time to compile kudos.

Into the Dark - 716 kudos. IT Movies, Richie/Eddie. Time loop.

The Kids Are Alright - 670 kudos. IT Movies, Richie/Eddie. Teen years getting together fic, the only explicit rated fic on this list.

Lights Will Guide You Home - 632 kudos. Star Wars, attempt at plot, eternally unfinished WIP that I started when I was sixteen. I do sometimes think about orphaning it.

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I used to. I try to. But I ended up with a backlog that I can never get through and now I mostly just go in bursts and respond to everything on a couple recent fics and leave it at that.

What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

This feels hard to determine! I've written a lot of stories and it's hard to remember all of them, lol. I'm excluding noncon because that's too easy. Scorp's suggestion for this one was quiet birds in circled flight, which is an IT fic where Richie commits suicide. the kind of love (i've been dreaming of) is a Raven Cycle resurrected-and-came-back-wrong fic. an eye for an eye is an All For The Game gore fic where Neil gets his eye taken out and everything is terrible.

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

Unexpected is an accidental-marriage-turns-real fic that is pretty fluffy. real love is a heart attack is an arranged-marriage-turns-sexy fic. Maybe that's a theme. (Realizing as I go through my fics that I rarely write endings that are really nice or really bad. Usually somewhere in the middle.)

Do you get hate on fics?

I wrote a werewolf porn fic where some people got really mad about the wolf sex in the comments. Other than that, just some unrequested concrit a couple of times.

Do you write smut?

All the time. My nano story from last month ending up gen was the biggest shock of my life.

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

Never have, and I don't know if I ever will. They just don't really appeal to me for some reason.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I think it happened in IT fandom, but by the time I went to look into it it was gone already.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! One of my All for the Game fics was translated into Russian.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Never done it. If I did so, I'd definitely want to ask someone who speaks the language to look it over for me.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, I think I'm too much of a control freak and also slightly uncertain how it would work.

What's your all-time favorite ship?

Whatever I'm currently obsessed with eclipses everything, so I don't know if I have all-timers, but Neil/Riko from All for the Game eats my brain all the time.

What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Anything from prior fandoms, really. But I can't think of any examples right now. I have a million little bits and pieces floating around in my google drive, but I'm not really thinking about them anymore.

What are your writing strengths?

I love writing smut. Apparently I'm good at dialogue, although I find it painful a lot of the time. When I try for comedy, it tends to land. And I love writing horror and I'm always delighted when people tell me I've genuinely disturbed them, lol.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I'm terrible at plot. It's really hard for me to think of things to happen, which seems like an insane problem for a writer to have, but it's true. And I'm not great at doing any kind of heavy editing. 80% of what I type the first time stays on the page.

First fandom you wrote for?

Hunger Games, when I was 11/12.

Favorite fic you've written?

Oh, man, I think I have a recency bias, but Crashing is definitely the fic I'm proudest of. It's 72k and almost five times as long as the previous longest story I'd ever finished. It was a huge accomplishment and I'm still so happy I did it.

Tagging anyone who wants to do it!

#talking to myself #meme #writing

[knickynoo]

Part 2 of the "A, My Name is Alex" Deep (Deep) Dive

Still under a cut. Picking up right where part 1 (linked here) ended.

Alex's therapist really wants him to expand on why it's so hard to be him. "Because I'm better. Smarter," Alex finally tells him.

He has a brief moment of confidence here--that ol' familiar APK arrogance making an appearance. He does think that he's better and smarter than pretty much everybody around him, but that belief didn't come out of nowhere. It's at this point that we get a scene showing a typical school day for 7-year-old Alex. Another light hits the stage, revealing a teacher standing in the background. "I'll bet Alex knows the answer," she calls.

"Don't do that to me, Mrs. Leahy," Alex says, which the teacher pays no mind to. She tells him to answer the question she had posed to the class. They have this exchange.

Hehehe, now we're getting inside Alex's head. After this, his teacher goes on to address the "class" further, telling them to listen up to what Alex is about to say and that she wishes they could ALL be like him. Alex momentarily comes out of the memory to speak to the therapist about it.

“I hated when she did that! She’d call on me in that old maid teacher’s voice: 'Alex knows, Alex knows.' I was seven years old! You don’t put that kind of pressure on a kid that age! I knew I had to be ready because she was counting on me. Pushing me.”

He immediately returns to the memory, where he proceeds to spout off the exact answer his teacher had been looking for because what else could a kid possibly do in that situation but give in? It's a small glimpse, but the whole scenario has weight to it. From the moment Alex entered school, he faced this kind of pressure from his teachers to perform "on command," living up to his intelligence. Remember when he said he was blindfolded in nursery school when they discovered he could identify coins by their sounds? Now, maybe Alex enjoyed the game. Maybe he was thrilled by the attention from his teachers and peers. But it does sort of strike me as another instance of Alex being a "side-show" of sorts. Like, "Oh hey, Alex can do this weird thing with coins. Let's make him show us," and "Alex, I know you know the answer to this. Now tell the class," both feel similar.

Whatever the case, Alex was deeply impacted by that environment. He was constantly told he was better than the others, and eventually, he believed it. He was constantly told that the social isolation and teasing he faced was the price to pay for being special, and so that became an accepted fact. He always had to be at the top of his game, ready to answer any question thrown his way so that he could make his teacher proud. Oh hey, remember "Hot Line Fever" when Alex talks about how he's scared that if he doesn't constantly push himself to be the best that he'll "be nothing"? Remember the episode where he fails his first ever assignment and is so distraught that he wants to drop out of college and is convinced he's an idiot not worthy of education?

THANKS, MRS. LEAHY.

We go then to a beautiful little memory between Steven and 5-year-old Alex. Steven wants to teach Alex to play catch since he's about to be starting kindergarten, but Alex doesn't want to because he's "not very good at it." Steven explains that he can't expect to learn it all in one day, and Alex points out that he learned algebra all in one day. You've probably seen me mention this Alex Fact before because I love it. The kid taught himself ALL OF ALGEBRA in a single day.

Steven pushes Alex to give their game of catch another try, telling him he's got to learn before he starts school, but it doesn't come across as a father who's obsessed with his son being good at sports or anything. You get more of the sense that Steven just wants Alex to have at least one skill typical of a kid his age so that he doesn't just stand there on the playground trying to rope his peers into conversations about the stock market or something. A very valid concern. Steven offers to take him to a baseball game too, but Alex doesn't want to go because the team, while in first place, isn't doing well financially.

"In terms of cash flow, the Orioles are the team to beat this year. [...] Their TV revenues are up 15%. Ticket prices up 7%; these guys are doing great," Alex tells his father, proving exactly why he desperately needs to be taught how to catch a ball if he's going to have a fighting chance at fitting in and making friends. Neurodivergence is a cruel mistress. They go on to play.

It's all very sweet and brings Alex and his therapist into a discussion about Steven. Alex says that his father was always supportive of him. Encouraging him to just do his best and have fun, a mindset that Alex has trouble applying to his life. He goes on to tell the therapist that his father's mindset is a little naive. There are winners and losers in life, he says, which describes his own approach and connects back to the way Alex operates in absolutes. There's winning and losing. Right and wrong. People are either smart or they're stupid. BUT! Alex has a bit of a breakthrough when his therapist asks if that means he thinks his father is a weak man.

"I used to think that way. I'm embarrassed by it now. That I could be so blind to his strength. He has great love, my father. Not just for his family but for life. He doesn't have to make you wrong for him to be right. He doesn't have to make you a loser to be a winner himself. I wish I was more like my father." Very nice. A+, Alex.

Then, at last, we get to Alex meeting Greg! Another memory scene, Alex is back in Mrs. Leahy's 1st grade class, where Greg has just started as a new student. Alex goes to introduce himself, but Greg already knows all about Alex from what the other kids told him. "They say it's great here," Greg says, "All you have to do is just keep quiet; sooner or later Keaton rattles off the answer." Alex appears sad at hearing this, but you can tell he's used to it. Greg asks how Alex knows so much, and Alex tells him that he takes some night classes at Ohio State.

Greg is about to go out and play for recess then, but he stops and asks if Alex wants to come play too. Alex's reaction is very indicative of a kid who literally never gets invitations to play with his classmates.

Greg follows this up by asking if Alex even knows how to play. Alex replies to this by explaining that he usually skips recess and stays inside to help Mrs. Leahy prepare the following day's assignments. So...no. Alex does not know how to play. Greg enthusiastically tells him there's a snowball fight happening on the playground, and does Alex know how to make a good snowball? Alex does not. Greg very happily offers to show him, and they race off together. And you can tell that aside from Skippy (who is younger and not in the same grade) that Alex was shown very little kindness by his classmates until Greg came along. That he was pretty much relegated to talking to and spending time with adults instead, since his own peers rejected him. :((

We return from the memory back to the session, where Alex is lamenting that the very foundation of his life is crumbling beneath him. The therapist asks if he believes in God, but Alex doesn't want to talk about that. His therapist apologizes and tells him to continue. They have a back and forth with Alex yelling that this whole thing is a waste of his time. He doesn't feel like he's getting anything out of therapy, and is frustrated by all the questions and attempts to get inside his head. BUT! This is immediately followed by another moment of progress.

The therapist asks, "What is it that you want, Alex? What is it you're looking for?"

"I just wanna feel...the way I felt when I was a little boy. That feeling of security. That feeling of safety. Coming home to my house on a cold, rainy night, I'd see the light on in the kitchen window, and I knew there was no place else I wanted to be. The colder I got, and the wetter I got, the more I enjoyed it. Because I knew in two minutes, I was gonna be in that kitchen, safe and warm."

He mentions how he would sometimes fake a cough or a sneeze when he would get home in order to get some extra attention from his mother. Now this is where we really start getting to the good stuff. Really begin to see what makes Alex who he is at his core, and where so many of his insecurities and anxieties stem from. We return to a flashback with Elyse and a young Alex, who is coming home from time spent out in the rain and is employing his "faking sick" technique to get some extra love. I have to include gifs because the look he flashes to the camera is one of the best parts of the episode.

The rest of the memory plays out. Elyse dotes on Alex, giving him hot cocoa and asking how his day in kindergarten went. We're then reminded that, despite taking night classes and being able to converse like an adult, Alex is still very much a 5-year-old child. He excitedly asks his mother if they can "sing the song," and they share a lovely moment together where they sing the nursery rhyme "Where is Thumbkin?"

This is another one of those scenes that has a strong connection to the "grown-up" Alex we see throughout the series. There is a scene in one episode of college-aged Alex lying with his head in his mother's lap as she reads "Peter Rabbit" to him and his little brother Andy. It's little Andrew who has to convince Alex to give their mom a break after Alex has made her read the story 3 times already. And in "How Do You Sleep", where Alex deals with a crippling bout of stress-induced insomnia, it's only when his mother wraps him in her arms and tells him the story of "The Three Little Pigs" (his request) that he's finally able to sleep.

It's just. Something Alex really never outgrows. He continues to take comfort in the things of his childhood. When life overwhelms him, he leans heavily on the safety he felt as a young boy. And neither Steven nor Elyse question this at any point or try to dissuade him away from these "childish" things, and instead pretty easily indulge him. (This is where an argument can be made for their parenting style actually hurting Alex in some ways, in that they tend to default to enveloping him in a protective shield rather than teaching him how to better cope with the world, but I digress. For the most part, it is nice and shows just how much they love him.)

The memory leaves Alex a little sad as he realizes that he can never truly go back to that time in his life. But hey. Hey, remember in my last post how I mentioned that there are times Alex reverts to calling Elyse "Mommy"? And how this whole part of the episode here is Alex talking about how he desperately wants to go back to the safety and security he had as a child? Yeah, big ol' connection between the two. We are. Unpacking a lot here. It has taken 21 years to get this guy professional help, people.

Anywho, Nick wanders into Alex's brain next! Yayyy, Nick! Alex, however, is like, "What are you doing here??" and tries to shoo Nick out of his thoughts. But Nick suggests that maybe Alex is just afraid to confront the side of himself that he has in common with Nick. That wild, carefree side that Alex works to snuff out any time it threatens to make an appearance. We return to more memories and have that great scene of Alex jamming out in his room (in secret) to "Born to Be Wild," AND THEN that wonderful memory of 14-year-old Alex and Greg singing to "Light My Fire" by The Doors.

This is the first we've seen of Greg since the flashback of him meeting Alex in first grade, and it's clear they've grown incredibly close since then. Alex is a guy whose favorite music is jazz and elevator music, so it takes a real good buddy to bring out this side of him. Greg is also a "cool guy"--not the type you would expect to pick the class outcast who wears a tie everywhere as his friend. But there they are. Greg is a good guy who took Alex under his wing, taught him how to play, and helped him experience what it's like to be a carefree kid. Greg is the one who treated Alex like he was "normal" in an environment otherwise filled with people who either thought he was "special" or, in the case of his peers, "weird."

After their little singing session, Greg goes to leave, but Alex hurries over and grabs him, begging him not to go. Just stay here with him. Stay with him forever. Greg says that "Two 14-year-old guys should be able to say goodbye without crying."

Alex desperately tries to explain that they aren't really 14. "Well, you are now. You are now, but in a blink, you're gonna be 21 like me. And you're gonna walk out the front door of this house, and you're gonna get killed in a car accident." He grabs Greg in a hug, but Greg pulls away and leaves. Alex is left crying, shouting how unfair it is that Greg is dead. The camera pans across the stage then, the light hitting each person from Alex's memories as they share a few words with him that connect back to their initial conversations we saw. (Obsessed with Nick's just being, "Ayyy".)

As the lights all fade again, we get to one of my favorite parts of the episode. Andy enters the scene! And while most of you reading this are probably familiar with the show, I know some of you aren't and just like to read about Alex anyway, so I'll take the time to tell you that Alex is very close with his little brother. They're the best of friends, and Andy thinks Alex is just the greatest guy in the world. They wear matching sweater vests, read books, and watch Wall Street Week together. Alex loves Andy SO MUCH. So I just love the fact that here, where Alex has reached this low point, it's Andy who wanders into his brain to comfort him. It's Andy who sees his big brother crying and offers to kiss his "owie" to make it better.

It kills me. Of all the people he could have thought up in this moment, it's Andrew that Alex wants there with him. Alex tells Andy that he'll be home soon after he ties up a few more loose ends, and Andy leaves. We're nearing the end of the episode now, and Alex finds the strength to finally speak openly about the fears Greg's death have instilled in him.

"I don't want to die. And I don't mean I don't want to die young. I don't wanna die middle-aged, I don't wanna die old...I don't wanna die. Ever."

"Do you believe in God, Alex?" the therapist asks a second time, and Alex realizes that he can't keep avoiding the question. It's really the core of it all, he knows. How he's going to move forward regarding Greg's death and his own anxieties of mortality will be determined by the beliefs, or lack thereof, that he holds. Whether he thinks things simply happen randomly or if there is a "reason" for things. It's natural that a major death would bring anybody to examine their beliefs, and so it's fitting that the topic would come up. Alex gives it some thought.

The analytical side of him says no, Alex begins, going into a little speech about how there are no annual reports he can look at. Nothing that can tell him definitively that there's someone out there in charge of the universe. But at the same time, he acknowledges that there are things about life and the world that he can't explain with logic. "Mountains and oceans and Skippy getting dressed by himself," he says. Mysteries that he just can't wrap his head around or explain on his own. Ultimately, he concludes that, yes, he does believe in God. But not a mean God like on TV and not a groovy one like Mallory believes. "I think God is gentle and forgiving," he says getting emotional.

His therapist is surprised at Alex's answer. He didn't think a "bottom-line" guy like him would believe. Alex says that he's nervous about it. He likes to know things concretely. "I just got a feeling that you keep getting tested on this one," he says. His therapist asks him what he does now. Where does he go from here? And Alex gives a beautiful reply.

"Well, Greg's dead, and I'm alive. And I can't change that. But I can keep his memory alive. I can take his sense of humor and his energy and his warmth, and I can make it my own. I can be the best Alex Keaton that I can be, and I can use the gifts I've been given. And I can take time to appreciate the beauty in this life. And I can be gentle, and I can be forgiving and thoughtful."

This whole thing is wrapping up, and Alex has made some peace with what happened. He's still crying, but he's in a better place now that he's got an idea of what he wants moving forward. And the thing is...Alex will continue to struggle with being gentle, forgiving, and thoughtful. That's just a fact. We're not going to come out of this with an entirely new Alex P. Keaton, because he is who he is. But he will try. And those moments where he lets those walls down and puts others before himself really allow that gentle, forgiving, thoughtful Alex to shine through. And now we have a little more context for those times where he isn't being so sensitive or thoughtful or is only concerned with being the best and winning at any cost. We've seen the people and things that shaped him and can see why Michael J. Fox has--very fittingly--described Alex as "a mansion made out of rice paper." The guy is confident, pompous, brilliant...and incredibly fragile.

This episode ends so spectacularly that I'm simply going to insert those last few seconds here because. It's just that good.

And...there we have it. Episode over. We now have the inside scoop of what makes APK tick. And you've got the inside scoop of why this episode is counted among my top 10 favorite FT episodes and why I blab about it here more than others. If you've followed me for a while, you've probably seen me talk about how this was one of the very first episodes of the show I ever saw when I was little and happened to catch a rerun on TV, years before I would ever watch the show in its entirety. I had no context. Just sat there like, "...What is happening to this man?" Wish I could go back in time and tell little me that she would eventually write a DISSERTATION for the episode on her silly little blog.

Well, if you've managed to read this, please imagine me lovingly placing a smiley-face sticker onto your forehead. I did have a lot of fun putting this together, and I appreciate that even a few people might look at it.

#family ties #alex p keaton #apk #a mega rambling

[girlfrandletters]

I Love You In So Many Ways And I See That Everytime I Do Basic Tasks

Our conversation the other day about what your favorite color is really struck a cord with me for some reason. I told you that you must not be my real boyfriend because you said your mood changed your favorite color. And then it reminded me of how you said when you were happy, your favorite color was orange. And that in turn made me think about how I've always loved fall and fall colors, but now it had even more of a meaning because most of the fall colors are shades of orange. Fall makes me happy, and orange is your happy color. Maybe that's why I get so damn excited for the autumn months.

I've been thinking about this exchange a lot over the last 24 hours and it just instills even more love for you. For no reason. Literally just thinking about your happy color makes me happy. How pathetic does that sound.

...

I was listening to Crooked Kingdom on my way home from work, which is the book from which my cup and crow tattoo comes from. I've read this duology (Six of Crows and Crooked Kingdom) about 4 times, I've listened to the audiobook two or three times. I could tell you what is about to happen in the book if you were to open up the page and read me a few paragraphs. All of this is to say that these two books really hit something deep inside me. On the surface, the book is about a bunch of criminal kids pulling off heists, beating odds, and winning over the bad guys. But deep in the heart of the book, you find the true meaning to be about having flaws, making mistakes, having traumatic histories and getting through them, working through them, and coming out on top of them.

Each one of the characters has something they end up working on throughout the two books, be it PTSD, physical trauma, gambling addiction, drug addiction, personal shame, or fighting to think outside of what they were raised to believe. And the other major point of these books is to help you see that you do not know what anybody else is doing through. Who would have thought that the eternally upbeat, happy boy was 7 feet deep in gambling debt. Who knew that the hard, rough edged boy who everyone fears, can't touch human skin without blacking out. Who'd think that the boy who can put together bombs and create perfect schematics of a complex system was disowned by his father because he can't read. I relate to these books because I have my own issues that I'm working through and they have helped me be more interested in healing myself and getting better. I will never know the fear and physical trauma of being sold to a brothel, or of risking my life for a drug addiction, but I will know the fear of emotional abuse, of waiting to be reprimanded or put down because of a comment, of feeling too clingy or obsessive, or not having enough emotion. Who would think that the girl who comes into work with a smile and hugs sometimes thinks about driving off a bridge or jumping off a cliff and drowning.

Every time I listen to these books, I also think about how other people are also going through their own struggles and fighting their personal demons. I've always found that after I read these books, I'm able to maintain a level head for people that frustrate me because I consider that while they may be angry at me or at a situation, maybe there's something else going on that I don't know about.

To tie this all back to you, I have to go back to the beginning of my side tangent here.

I was listening to Crooked Kingdom on my way home from work today and I got to one of my favorite scenes. In this scene, Kaz (the boy who can't physically touch anybody without having a panic attack) and Inej (the girl sold into the brothel), have one of the most emotionally charged moments. Inej was covered in deep knife wounds and Kaz offers to change her bandages for her. Which, in the grand scheme of things in this book, is the equivalent of him proposing to her. And you see his struggle - he WANTS to touch her, he wants to be able to change her bandages without panicking, he wants to be close to her, but he struggles because his immediate reaction is to run as far away as possible. But in the end, he does change all 3 bandages, he gets through his panic. In the end, he does back away and pushes her away because he can't fight off his panic all the way, and I think he's very ashamed of that.

It's weird that this scene made me think of you in that context. But the thing that I thought while listening to this scene was that I want to push through all my internal struggles and fight all my demons with you. I want you with me when I have to stave off my passive suicidal thoughts. I want to know your arms are there when I hate myself and my face and feel like you could do better. I want you around me when I fall into my pits because your face, your voice, your mere being helps me get up. And I want to be here for you too. I want to hold you and talk to you and hear you when you are working through your stresses with work, with school, with your general feelings.

This scene made me think of you because we are this already. We are each other's rocks in the storms that go on in our heads. We hold each other's hand and refuse to let go, no matter how rough it gets. And I appreciate that. I love the fact that I can count on you, and no matter what I feel about myself, you can count on me too. Because I will always be here for you, and I know you will always be here for me as well.

I love you

and I love the color orange too

because we are happy

even when we aren't

because we have each other.

I love you

~Girlfrand

[ddonovanrp]

• 1:46pm The Corner Tavern-RP [OPEN PARA]

"All I'm sayin is there's nothing wrong with checking it out. It isn't all the way illegal." Rhys tried hard to convince me and Darius that his investing in a strip club was a fantastic money making idea. "And just think, the brothers would get in for free--okay discount-- so you two would be able to get all night access to the hottest ladies in South Carolina!" Rhys said, his hands up doing his best seller's pitch 'imagine this' thought bubble.

I glanced in his direction, the 'your dumb' look clearly plastered across my face and kept walking towards the bar. Coby would be working the afternoon shift, an agreement we'd all come to in exchange for the club keeping her safe, healthy and out of the laws reach. "Hey Fellas." she greeted, her usual chipper voice making me smile. She had been in our group for as long as I could remember; absolutely one of the guys. She already knew what we'd be wanting, our routine almost shameful, and pulled out 3 frosted beer bottles. After she'd popped the caps she sat them on the bar for us and I took mine. "Hey Kobe. Thanks." a nickname I sometimes used to irritate my adopted-in little sister. "What are you guys doing tonight?" She asked me, clearly ignoring the endearment.

"--" I opened my mouth to answer when Rhys cut me off to reply "Getting as shit faced as possible. So keep 'em comin cutie." he said with a wink, the last part of his sentence his voice dropped an octave, playfully hitting on our bartender. I shook my head and shoved at his shoulder, kicking his brain into gear and accelerating his feet forward, leading us deeper into the bar. "I don't know why you like fucking with her Rhys, you know one day Cameron is going to chap that ass a good one." Darius said to our friend, a light hearted warning in his tone. "She wants me. She just doesn't know it." Rhys replied and I rolled my eyes again, not even trying to hide behind the bottle that was to my lips.

I took a long drink from the cold beer and slid into the booth against the back wall, our usual spot. It wasn't that we'd laid claims to this particular spot or anything, it just happened to work out that way 9 out of 10 times. "so in reality it's yooh that wants this strip club so yooh can play with the ladies, it ain't about the club making money.." I pointed out as I pushed the pack of cigarettes from my shirt pocket and struck a match against the table's edge, a smile tilting my lips at my idiot best friend. "Ah. VP…" Rhys said, his hand sprawled above his heart. "..that hurts. You know I'd do us right." he tried one last time to convince us before I shook my head.

"You're an idiot. And there's no way Styx would trust you with an entire business. Let alone, around a bunch of half naked women. Your whole head would implode and then who would tell Ms. Dixie her ' sweet dear boy' died in a whore house?" I laughed, making fun of the little old lady's obsessive love for Rhys (and his cheeks) and the night continued... _______________________________________ ->9.7.2021 -> #TheCornerTavernRP #Damian #TristanRhys #Darius #Coby

[theluxuriansecret]

Dear Diary 01232023

12:10 pm

I have really bad anxiety right now. There are several things to happened this week/weekend that I really don't know how to explain. I said yesterday that i had a lot going on in my head, and it was really hard to articulate before but I have no choice but to articulate them now.

So, to begin, I have had two people reach out to me from the past. J...... and E.... .

I wanna start with E.... though. E..... was the first guy that i hooked up with when I broke up with my ex. I never speak about him because there never really anything to say. We met in a bar, exchanged numbers, spoke for a week, hooked up, and then he went on a planned birthday vacation with his "ex girlfriend" and then ghosted. Fine. I moved on. But then he messages me with this whole fucking apology about ghosting me, like. No one wants to hear that. And yet for some reason I gave him the time of day. We ended up having a phone call and speaking. It was okay, I didn't feel anything, didn't think I would. I left it at that. I don't want anything to do with him like, that shit died in july. We're in a whole new year and you're hitting me up because.. youre lonely.. okay.

Next is J...... . J.... and I's relationship is complicated because I think we had a trauma bond. We bonded over the fact that we were so broken. And it is comforting to have a friend that understands what youre going through. When she learned that I wasn't straight she took that as an opportunity to make moves on me. I wasn't interested. I'm still not interested. Today she hits me up asking for help as a friend. Of course I indulge, because asking for help is hard. She admits she's in love with me. She admits that she can't get over me. Thats not why I came here. Of course, I appreciated the honesty but, that wasn't why I was there. I can't help her. I hate that I can't help her. The reason i cut her off is because she drained me. I wanted to get better and she wanted to stay where she was, maybe she didn't want to stay, but I saw no improvement. So I went on with my life. I'm sad that I can't help her, but I just do not have what she wants and is looking for, so I'm going to move forward.

I have kinda bad anxiety right now. I read my friend M...... my entry diary entry yesterday because I love her, and I think to many things go unsaid between people all the time. Maybe she wasn't ready for that type of honesty, but I'll never regret loving someone deeply. Anyway, she never let me know she got home last night and I texted her multiple times yesterday and she didn't answer. I hope she didn't get the wrong impression but if she did, I can't know until we speak.

J... blew me off for the first time today. And tbh I handled it so much better than I though LMAOOOOO. It's so funny because the other day i was fighting the urge to text him and I told my friend about it and I was like "okau, I wont text him, but if her hits me up im going" and then he hit me up later that day !! and then yesterday I told my friend M...... "I want him to blow me off so that i can stop obsessing over him and he does. I don't know if I'm crazy of if our energy's are just so connected. I know what i felt with him brooo.. he had to have felt it too. I haven't felt something like that in so long. I hope it truly not delusion.

Last thing, I'm starting to feel better already. I didn't do anything school related this weekend like I planned. It all went by so fast. Hoping to do all the textbook stuff in the morning lol. But we'll see. This is my week.

[p-antomime]

𝕸 with r.

𖦹 minors don’t interact. | wc: 3,2K.

𖦹 content: mean dom!mikey, spitting, dub-con, manhandle, obsessive behavior, hair pulling, pain play, oral fixation, forced orgasm, unprotected sex, creampie, pussy slapping, breath play, edging, choking, degradation.

𖦹 pairings: prision pen pal!sano manjiro x fem!reader.

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"Are you dumb?", Hinata's annoyed voice was on the other end of the phone line and you frowned continuing to write the letter calmly without paying much attention to your friend's protests, "Do you even know who you're talking to? Imagine the fucking crimes of these guys, Y/N, for God's sake, you--"

— Of course I know, the pen pal system shows the name and basic information of the person you are exchanging correspondence with, Hina... — You marked the last period on your new letter and slowly sealed it before speaking again: — And besides, what harm can they do me? They're behind bars, and the guy I'm talking to seems pretty cool, y’know? I'm sure that his crime, if there was one and he's not just waiting for the trial, must have been light, no big deal!

A mocking laugh came from Hinata's lips on the other end of the line, and you put the cell phone on speaker before leaving it on the bedroom desk and turning to put away the unused envelopes and pens.

"Look what you're talking about, Y/N! He's in jail, there's no way anything good can come out of there, for God's sake, are you on drugs?", you rolled eyes before answering angrily.

— See, Hina? That's why I didn't wanna talk to you, you look like my mom. — You couldn't see her face, but you knew that Hinata probably had an incredulous look on it. — Look, relax...! You're one of my few friends since college and I have a lot of work to do and no time to go chasing after friends on the street... and... argh, y'know, it's really nice to have someone else to talk to. I know what I'm doing, ‘kay? I'm a big girl and besides, if I don't feel like I wanna keep in touch with him, I can just stop corresponding letters and everything will be fine. It's not like I need to explain myself or make up some excuse not to talk to him anymore, I can just cut off all contact and that's it. — You sighed heavily. — It's great, you know I hate all this accountability stuff and everything. — Hinata huffed on the other end of the line, and you ran tongue over the lips nervously.

"If some shit happens, for God's sake, run home here, he'll...I don't know, come after you if he gets out of prison, I worry about you, Y/N."

— Hina, don't worry, I can--

"Take care of yourself? Yes, I know, but... I worry anyway, that's what friends are for, you know? Don't try to take care of yourself all alone, I'm here to help ya if you need it, ‘kay? Oh, wait!", you heard someone calling her in the background, "He's calling me, I'll call you back, 'kay?", it was obvious that the "he" she was referring to was Takemichi.

— Mhm, see you later! When you get there, call me. — She blew you a kiss before hanging up and you stared at the mail above your desk.

"To Sano Manjiro”. And a heart next to his name, in one of the lower corners of the white envelope.

You didn't know him well, and for the time being, the situation was fine that way. It had been what? Less than two weeks had your pen pal become Sano Manjiro? He liked you to call him Mikey, but you thought his name sounded so pretty and generally couldn't not write it in some passages of your exchanged letters.

He seemed like such a nice guy and his interests matched yours almost all the time. It was hard to find any topic that you both drastically disagreed on and although Mikey wasn't personally present in your life or home, you felt comfortable enough knowing and nurturing his existence to the point that sometimes you had the impression you were feeling his calm breath hitting your neck or his eyes that he said were a dark color on your figure as your hands wrote new letters.

In one of the letters sent back to you, Manjiro had said that his hair was light, practically platinum, and your mind was trying to project a good image of him. And in all your attempts your imagination saw him as a handsome and angelic man to be real that shame burned inside your cheeks and you had to shake head to push the thoughts away.

Soon after hunging up with Hinata, you left the house to send that letter to the address of the prison where Mikey was caged and took the time to buy some food that was in short supply. And on the way back, your mind kept going over her words several times. It was obvious that you understood her concern, it wasn't as if you were making light of it, but...

But Manjiro seemed so good. Good enough to make you doubt if you could ever spare him as a pen pal to find another one or just stop the routine of corresponding with letters from someone else almost on the other side of Tokyo or the world.

Precisely because of this, in the weeks and months that followed you even started sending him more mail and every time the postman knocked on your front door with a gentle smile and raised hands toward you with new replies from Mikey, your heart couldn't contain itself and beat rapidly as your eyes sparkled and lips broadened into a smile and answered a cheery "Thank you!".

In one of the letters you had told Manjiro that you had bought new rings and that they sparkled so much that they seemed even more expensive than they really had been, he replied by writing that it was great that a jewel like you always had shiny jewelry to match your smile.

In another, you had said that you wanted to try to start taking dance classes just because you were feeling too stagnant these last weeks, Manjiro replied by writing that fonding to dance was a certain step towards falling in love. He was quoting Jane Austen. Your breath stopped in the middle of the throat that day and you found yourself literally daydreaming about him saying it in whispers in your ear, and soon after you scolded yourself for liking too much something that a possible criminal had written for you.

But still, still, your hands couldn't help but write to Mikey how nice you thought he was and how much his letters cheered you up every day as thighs pressed against each other and brain tried to formulate words and phrases that wouldn't give away on a platter the fact that maybe you were having too many feelings for him.

Until curiosity knocked on your door and you opened it slowly, afraid to find out what it brought. For what crime had he been arrested? Your fingers were about to find out when you opened your computer and went to Google to find one of those public sites for criminal records and files.

Sano Manjiro; murderer.

𝕸𝖚𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖗.

A shiver ran down your back quickly and you swallowed hard. Have you been... having feelings for a murderer for weeks? Were you matching a murderer's flirtations for weeks?

"Holy shit...", you whispered looking at his new letters that had arrived in the morning and with trembling hands tossed them into one of your desk drawers. You felt as if you were going to vomit and put a hand over your mouth not knowing exactly what to do. And then your mind recalled your own words to Hinata days before. "And besides, if I don't feel like I want to keep in touch with him, I can just stop corresponding letters and everything will be fine."

Yes, that. It was just... stop corresponding letters, Mikey's feelings, and everything would be fine. You didn't have to worry about anything, right? He was in jail, he couldn't hurt you. If his crime was murder, it was obvious that he wouldn't be released for several years.

Thinking about it, in the days and weeks that followed, the only thing you did, besides not sending any more letters to Manjiro, was to ask the letter carrier not to bring them anymore. You wanted to cut out anything that reminded you of that criminal, even though Mikey's mails predating your discovery were still gathered in an organized pile in a small box that had been bought precisely to group them so you wouldn't lose any.

Now you were lazily watching television on a Friday evening that had been hellish at work. The couch in the living room seemed too comfortable below and on the sides of your body minimally covered by short, thin pajamas, your eyes were almost surrendering to sleep and mouth was even yawning from time to time.

And then the sound of the doorbell rang, your body almost jumped off the couch at the sudden loudness.

Who was it that was bothering you at this time of night?

"Fuck!", you complained to yourself slowly walking to the door without bothering to use the magic eye on it. As you opened that doorway yours focused first on the shoes of the person in front of you and slowly your attention began to slide up the body. In the end you were staring into dark eyes adorned by white, platinum hair as bright as the moonlight.

A shiver ran down your back, your brain and mental alarm of danger rattled and you locked in place. It was Sano Manjiro standing in front of you, with a leather jacket over his shoulders and a sideways smile on lips.

— Aren't you going to call me in, Y/N? — Damn, his voice, it was hoarse and low, as if he was confessing a secret to you and your breathing began to quicken as your hand gripped the doorknob tightly.

— I-I know you? — You swallowed hard as you heard his mocking laughter and his eyes fell on the rings on your fingers.

— Are those the rings you told me you bought? — He raised his eyebrows and you hid hands behind your back nervously.

— How did you... the prison... — He spread one hand in the middle of the door and moved it away until the entrance to your house was wide open for him.

— Lemme in, Y/N. — You stared at him for a few seconds with fear coursing through your veins and in the end, without taking eyes off him, you let Mikey into your house and locked the door behind him. — Wow... — He looked around and you squeezed the shorts of your pajamas between fingers nervously. — Your house is so beautiful, I wish I could have visited you much earlier. — His attention fell on your body as well, and a small smile appeared on his lips as he noticed how tense you were. — So? Happy to finally meet your pen pal? — You swallowed hard.

— How did you get out...? — Your voice died as soon as Mikey's hands had pinned you against the wall and his body was on top of yours, his face transfigured from calm and serene to serious, almost angry.

— Why didn't you return my letters anymore, hm? Did you magically decide that you didn't want anything to do with me anymore? After fucking weeks of talking non-stop? — You shrank back against the wall, averting your gaze and swallowing hard again, you could smell the strong scent of masculine perfume escaping from him and his leather jacket and his breath hitching against your embarrassed face.

— I've been very busy with my work, Manjiro, you know I work... — You answered trying not to let your voice falter and as you felt his hand hook onto your chin firmly, your fingers hooked around his wrist and squeezed it lightly.

— And you couldn't write even two lines on a sheet of paper warning me? — Mikey tilted his face further with lips now half an inch from his own and your eyes blinked slowly a few times before sliding from his orbs to mouth. — You’re a terrible liar.

And seconds later one of Manjiro's hands was tangling itself in your hair and pulling you down the hall until you were both in the middle of the living room of your house and he was releasing you to sit on the couch before forcibly spreading your legs and placing himself between them before wrapping a hand around your neck and forcing you to face him.

— M-Manjiro, stop! Fuck, it's hurting! My neck is... — He leaned over your body with a wicked grin and with his other hand he held your mouth open with three fingers invading it.

— it is? Good, that's what you deserve for trying to get away from me. — Mikey retorted, letting his tongue slip out between lips and a stream of saliva fall from its tip into your open mouth. — Tell me the truth and I might think about not hurting you some more.

— Fuck, Mikey, I... — You tried to speak with his fingers between your lips still and trying to prop your feet up on Manjiro's chest to push him away. — That's no lie!

He stared at you for a few seconds before applying a little more pressure to your neck and making you gasp and try to close legs around his hips.

— You're so hard to handle, so silly. — Mikey slid his other hand down your body until his fingers were kneading and groping your breasts over your pajamas. — Maybe I need to fuck the truth out of you, don't I? If you continue to like me even after weeks of not returning any letters from me, you won't mind that I'm using your body, right? — His face sank into your neck leaving wet kisses there and you whimpered, unwilling to allow yourself to feel good about having his lips finally on your body. — If I remember correctly, you even admitted that you wanted me to touch you in one of our letters, didn't you? So I'm just fulfilling a wish of yours, I'm not a nice guy? — Your hands squeezed his shoulders and you tried to pull away by pushing his body back.

Seconds later Manjiro was exploring your body totally as if you were a rag doll. Your breasts being groped like stress balls, your thighs being squeezed hard almost to the point of having fingerprints there, your pajama shorts falling to the floor like it was nothing, and eventually Mikey's tongue licking a long line down the middle of your panties with a wet mark.

— Oh, you're a slut, getting horny with me forcing you to spread your legs? — You whimpered with head falling back as those panties were pulled aside and you could feel his warm wet tongue running between your folds and teasing your clit. — How cute! — He gave a light mocking laugh before he really began to eat you out while one of his hands spread over your belly to keep you still and lying on the couch.

You found yourself begging for more and betraying your sense of right and wrong, Manjiro was destroying and sweeping away all your apprehension from before and turning it into desire as he licked all over your pussy like it was the tastiest meal he had ever had in his life. Your thighs trembling around his face and hands alternating between squeezing your breasts and pulling at his light hair.

—'Jiro, please, I... — He groaned against your folds and moved his mouth away from your pussy to replace your lips with his fingers, making you squirm completely at the abrupt invasion.

— Say it again, louder. — Mikey ordered, looking at you with his mouth completely slurped with your juices and taking your face between the fingers of his other hand as the ones inside you began to fuck you rapidly. And you obeyed his command as if you were a puppy, a perverted smile appearing on his lips. — Fucked all dumb just with my mouth? Quite pathetic. — He opened your mouth again and let another stream of saliva slide from his tongue to yours. — But I like you like this, naive girls who think they can stop me make me horny.

You moaned as you swallowed his spit with his fingers curving inside your cunt and pushing you closer and closer to orgasm; Manjiro knew how close you were by the way your velvety walls squeezed his fingers tightly.

— Wanna cum, pretty? — Your head nodded several times. — Too bad. — The fingers inside you gave a hard thrust that made you drop head back before Mikey was withdrawing them from your pussy to leave two, three slaps over your wet folds and puffy clit only to rub it afterwards.

You, panting and whimpering in frustration at needing to cum, watched him sit on the couch next to you and remove his own clothes before manhandling your body until you were sitting on his lap, his cock leaking and rubbing against your ass and your legs trembling one on either side of his waist.

— If you wanna cum this much, it would be all right if you fuck yourself on my cock for me, wouldn't it? — Your eyes shifted with embarrassment as you propped knees a little better on the couch and lifted your body to take his dick and drive it into your tight throbbing entrance.

Once you were down against his shaft with your walls greedily swallowing him and his balls slapping against your ass, several moans escaped from between your lips. He filled you so well, made you feel completely full. Your hands rested on his shoulders for support and slowly your hips began to move up and down on his cock, you forcing yourself to get used to the idea of riding Mikey without any help because he wasn't willing to give you your orgasm that easily.

— Oh, c'mon, you can do better than that. — He let a slap against your ass and your walls tightened around his foot. — If you hadn't been such a stubborn bitch before, I might be fucking you dumb by now. — His hips forced themselves against yours and you choked at his rapid thrusting, Mikey had destabilized all the rhythm you had used up to that point and now you were babbling words in his ear; "Please", "I need-ahn".

And then his hands grabbed your hips, keeping you still on his lap, and his dick started pounding inside you. Yes, this is what you wanted, Manjiro using you as a fleshlight and pushing you to an orgasm forced out of your body suddenly after edging you almost as a punishment for having lied.

As you climaxed abruptly and moaned his name out loud with body trembling completely over his beneath yours, Mikey continued to fuck your tight pussy ruthless and it was a matter of very little time before he was finished filling your womb with hot, fertile cum, especially because of the massive pressure your walls were making against his shaft, draining it completely until every drop of his milk was staining your insides and escaping through your entrance.

Maybe you'd better prepare yourself to have Manjiro pounding into you for the rest of the night until you told him why you hadn't responded to his letters, but more than that: he would be pissed that you deliberately thought you could escape him and would probably want to finish fucking a baby into you just so you could take the blame for carrying a child from your beloved pen pal.

ㅤ🏷 tagging: @festive @bontensucker @wakasa-wifey @dukina @manjiroscum @inu1gf @manjiken @i4ran .

#tokyo revengers smut #manjiro sano #sano manjiro smut #tokyo revengers sano #sano manjiro #sano manjiro x reader #sano majiro x reader #mikey x reader #mikey smut #manjiro smut #tw.dubcon #tw.edging #tw.manhandling

[withahappyrefrain]

Peter falling hard for his new neighbor, a single parent.

What if Peter is also a single parent ooooo @spidervee also sent me DILF!Peter thots so I'm combining these two thots!

Moving is hard, especially with a six year old.

Which is why your daughter Sophie was absolutely estatic when she received a letter from "Ollie". After deciphering the handwriting and spelling, you and Sophie learned that Ollie was short for Olivia, that she was six years old, and she lived down the hall in 302 with her Daddy. The adorable letter included an adorable drawing, one that you assumed was of Ollie and her father.

Wanting to be good neighbors, you helped Sophie write a letter back. Sophie was excited to explain that she also went by a nickname (that was short for Sophia) and lived with her mommy. After promising Sophie ten times, when she went to bed you walked down to 302 to deliver the letter.

You thought you were pretty damn quiet. So you were quite startled when the door opened to reveal a very handsome man.

"You must be Ollie's dad! My daughter Sophie and I just moved to 306! We just wanted to respond back to Ollie's letter!" You held up the letter, covering the smile on your face.

The man is clearly flustered. Which surprises you because he's attractive as hell. Through his stuttering, you learn his name is Peter and he's Ollie's father.

"I think our girls would get along pretty well. Maybe we can try a play date?" You suggest. Peter eagerly agrees. After comparing his mechanic schedule with your baker schedule, you two settle on Tuesday afternoon.

As soon as Ollie opens the door, her and Sophie hit it off. They're running off to Ollie's room, like they've been best friends for years.

You and Peter get to know each other. You learn you're both single parents and that Ollie and Sophie will attend the same school. Before the end of the play date, you two are able to figure out a pick up and drop off schedule to help each other out. You exchange numbers and you and Sophie are both smiling on the walk home-though for different reasons.

The two of you quickly bond, as do Sophie and Ollie. Peter is always there whenever you need him. Broken sink? Need someone to pick up Sophie? Need someone to walk you home when you work late shifts? He's there. And he's making you smile and laugh whenever he can. Because seeing you happy awakens something in him that he thought was long gone.

It starts slow at first, but you and him get bolder and bolder. You don't look away when you catch him staring. His touch lingers when he hugs you. When Ollie and Sophie come up to the two of you, asking for a sleepover, you wink at Peter when Sophie innocently suggests that you and Peter could have a sleepover too. Peter on the other hand is speechless and running his hands through his hair as he avoids eye contact with you.

And you can't help but notice the longing looks Peter gives you as you're teaching the girls how to bake. You wonder if he knows you look at him the same way when he plays Spider-Girls with Sophie and Ollie (he never does explain where Ollie's obsession with Spiderman came from).

It comes to a head one night. Peter and Ollie are over for dinner. The two girls are in the living room playing. You're teaching Peter how to make pasta from scratch.

Somehow, flour gets on Peter. He hears the giggle you so desperately tried to suppress. One thing leads to another and before you know it, you and Peter are covered in flour and you're up against the fridge. Peter's lips are dangerously close to yours.

You look at him. Both your eyes and his eyes are saying everything you're too scared to say out loud.

He slowly closes the gap between your lips, his eyes never leaving yours. A small nod from you is all Peter needs. It's a little rusty for both of you at first. But you quickly remember how to move your lips. You weave your hands into his flour dusted hair as he stations his hands on your hips.

Your kiss is interrupted by the sound of giggles. You and Peter break apart to see Sophie and Ollie standing in the doorway, both grinning and failing to keep in their laughter.

"I think we have some intruders," you whispered to Peter.

"I think you're right," He quickly pecks your lips before breaking away, "I just hope they're ready to fight Spider-man and Spider-Woman!"

He breaks away, pretending to fling out webs. Sophie and Ollie shriek, running back to the living room.

You grab Peter's hand as you two run after them. Neither you or him can contain the big smile on your faces. But neither of you mind this time.

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[sirensmojo]

"Crossroads" - Michael Gray x Reader

Warnings: Big fluff.

Summary: You visit Michael in the hospital for the first time in years after his departure from your village.

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A/N: this is my first Michael Gray fic, plz take that into consideration...

“There’s a girl asking to see you, Sir.” The nurse informed Michael, “Do you accept the visit?”

“Who is it?” His eyes lifted up from the white bedsheet he was staring at, blankly.

“A certain Y/N.”

At the announcement of your name, his dull eyes lightened up, but it didn’t last. His mind suddenly got clouded with the hundreds of questions he usually was asking himself when alone.

Were you alright? Did you get out of town as you promised each other, were you still visiting his “mother” on Wednesday's afternoons, were you angry at him for leaving you?

“Yeah, let her in.” His answer was full of apprehension, making the nurse unsure of letting you in. She stayed there watching as the man shifted position, trying to get comfortable as he knew your reunion wouldn’t be easy. “I said let her in,” Michael squinted his eyes at the nurse seeing she was still there, and that’s when she got out.

He exhaled deeply, mentally preparing himself but he couldn’t escape the tremendous flow of emotions washing over him.

You were his first love, the first girl he ever saw as a woman, even if you were still quite young. He just couldn't ignore the way he felt when he used to be with you, even after all this time, even after going out with other girls, your face never left him.

“Michael.” You hesitantly entered, unsure of the fact coming in here was a good idea.

You were in town for quite long now, but never took the time to search for him. Not because you didn't care, it was the opposite.

He had never kept from you his wish to leave your little village and you thought that maybe having you in his life now wouldn't bring him anything but memories of a place he wanted to forget.

But as the time passed, you realized you couldn't get him out your mind, no matter how hard you tried. No matter what you did, it all came back to him in the end.

His smile, laugh, touch and love, you missed everything.

You knew very well the Peaky Blinders, just like every Birmingham residents, and you knew he was one of them.

You used to tease him back then about him leaving the village after burning it or something, and here you were, him being part of a gang. This couldn't fit your Michael best.

He was a very intelligent, talented, kind and good person, but you always knew that deep down, this tranquillity was hiding a darker side, a deeper meaning of who he was.

It wasn't a surprise at all for you when you heard about his new life, you were even quite happy that he could express himself and evolve in a favourable environment.

He seemed preoccupied with something but his eyebrows unknitted at the sight of your face.

Your finger waved curls were perfectly falling on each side of your head, and Michael’s eyes were falling over your olive designed dress, tassels falling right under your knees.

He always loved this green on you, and that only hit you now.

The aggressively sexy green dress you told him you would, one day, wear in the streets so everybody could be shocked and talk about how a woman should dress.

If you remembered this detail this morning you wouldn’t have come in this dress. Now, Michael was looking at you with those gleaming eyes and you knew that when his eyes will lift up to yours, you’ll find in them the same sparks behind his iris as when you were younger.

Maybe coming in here truly was a bad idea.

“Y/N,” he kept a stern face but you were reading him like a book. His hands were clammy, his jaw clenched, his shoulders tensed along with all his muscles.

You could see he was as nervous as you, and you also knew that if you could read him that easily he probably could do the same with you.

Michael was sitting on his bed straight like an “I”, and that’s only when you sat at his side that he leaned backwards on his pillows.

That idea of knowing each other despite time and distance was what helped you to breathe out the air you didn't realize you were holding, leaving your chest less heavy.

You didn’t dare to stay in his eyes, too occupied searching for your cigarettes anyway. You got one out of their case and handed it to the man that was shamelessly staring at you.

“You changed.” Were his first words, and you couldn’t blame him.

Michael grabbed the cigarette and stuck it in between his fine lips before you came lightening up the tip of it for him.

When he left you were still growing up, rough look and only wearing the elegant blue pants your mother accepted you to wear. You were obsessed with pants and used to always argue about the fact women couldn’t wear them.

“Not a bit, and you haven’t either.” You teased him. It was obvious he changed, even the way he was talking was different, and you couldn’t even imagine what else in him had changed if the external changes were that evident.

His eyes drifted to you once again, what a surprise it was for him to see you dressed up as you were with your high heels.

Men have looked at you before, but the way Michael laid eyes on you was different, you found fondness in it, perhaps love? Because after all, there was still love between you, right?

Else his chest wouldn't raise that quickly and he wouldn't flutter his eyes when you would catch him staring at you.

He chuckled and offered you a warm smile before puffing on his cig. He got lost in thoughts for a moment, doing the french inhale.

Nevertheless, Michael seemed so much more distant than what you remember. Either he was staring, either he was blanking looking into the void.

He never talked too much either, but presently his silence could kill you. You just wanted to feel his hands all over you again, but you couldn't jump on him as if your story happened yesterday.

The atmosphere tensed, “I knew you would start smoking.” You let out in a huff. “Mrs Johnson was so wrong about you, it wasn’t me corrupting you, you always had it in your blood.” You concluded, the words escaping from your mouth as you were failing to stop them.

You got a cig for yourself and Michael watched you carefully, following each of your movements as if you were to disappear in a cloud of smoke if he’d just blinked.

“No,” He clenched his jaw and shook his head as his eyes darkened, "I found it here."

"Find you?"

He nodded slightly as puffing on his cig. 'You don't ask why I'm here?" He raised a brow towards you.

"I read the news, you're a peaky boy now." You winked at him.

"It's not what you think, Y/N." He was chuckling, shaking his head to both sides.

"Well, my Micheal wearing suits and being part of a dirty business, that's what I think and that's what it is. And that's sexy." You were so concentrated imagining him in his suit you didn't realize you called him yours, but Gray noticed it, which led to his lips stretching into a smile.

"I knew you were about to tell it." He flicks his fingers, looking at you with squinting eyes.

You took advantage of that exchange to look at his face, examining each of his features and internalizing everything you missed during these years apart.

"You're sexy Michael, deal with it already." You stated outright.

You always liked that about him. He wasn’t talking much, not with his words at least, but his eyes bore enough emotions by themselves. If they could talk they would spill hundreds of words on the paper with no difficulty.

"Yeah? Well, I prefer when you tell that in other circumstances."

His words echoed in your head and you didn't know if he was making a sexual reference or if he just woke up the horny you.

You tilted your head to the side a second, puffing on your cig before the tip of your fingers instantly reached for his soft skin. You were rubbing the side of his face gently with your knuckles when you remembered something.

“I left the village over a year after you, my mother died and I just couldn’t stay there, you know.” Talking was your way of coping with the fact you were reunited with your teenage love.

“I’m sorry.” His facial expression changed, he now understood why you were here. Not that he was unhappy about your visit, but he wouldn't have thought you’d ever leave this village.

“Everything I know is there” was the answer you gave him every time he encouraged you to go to the cities to try to make a living out of clothing. London, Birmingham, whatever, as long as you would be able to be who you wanted to be, and live your passion fully.

You wanted to make clothes and Michael had always been your number one fan, solely because he was the only one to see the gorgeous dresses you were sewing, but still your number one fan.

“I’m currently working to be able to own my workshop. So everything’s fine.”

He peeked at your lips while you were doing the french inhale, but ended up staring at your lips as if they were mesmerizing him.

You ignored that as well as you ignored all the signs he still felt things for you since you came into his room.

“Michael, the reason for my visit is family. I Know you found your biological mother and all, but you got another family out there, right?” You got up and joined the table to crush your cigarette into the ashtray, a vain attempt to prepare you for what you were about to announce. “Mr Johnson’s gone... I heard he died in his own bed.”

You threw him a glance, you wanted to know what he was thinking at this moment because his face was unreadable. Even though you knew him more than he knew himself, you grew apart from each other, and here was standing in front of you, a version of Michael you did not know.

He was blankly looking at the void in front of him, fisted clenched around the sheets.

You got closer to him, putting down the ashtray on the nightstand and sat down at his side again, but this time you slipped one of your hands into his as your other one, slowly turned his head towards you, so you could look at him in the eyes.

“I’m sorry.” You muttered as you were nearing your face to his.

It’s when you felt a little squeeze on your hand that you completely dared to give yourself to him, leaning a slow kiss over his lips.

You then pulled away, but before you could go anywhere, you felt his free hand at the back of your head, pulling you closer for another kiss, this one being feverish.

Of course, he was still loving you. It couldn’t be any different.

His hand shifted from your head to your cheek, his thumb rubbing it softly. His tender fondles contrasted perfectly with the roughness of his kisses. They became needier and needier, as if he waited to do this for a long time.

You both finally let go of the other’s lips when your lungs were screaming for air, your lids directly opening into the other’s eyes.

Here we go again, that twinkling light dancing at the back of his deep blue eyes.

“Something actually changed there,” You caressed his lips with your index, “I didn’t remember your lips tasting this way, neither you being that much of a good kisser.” Your suave voice murmured inches away from him.

You were so close you could feel his warm breath against the sensitive skin of your lips.

“Well, teach me.” His voice aroused something inside of you, and you found yourself squeezing your thighs together.

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SIRIUS BLACK

A little Bit of Amortentia

Requested: yes

Prompts: none

Warning(s): none this is a certified fluff piece (2.3K words)

Author’s note: I had so much fun writing this! Harry Potter is such a great world, and I’d love to explore more of it. Requests for HP are OPEN!!

P.S for everyone wondering Remus is actually my favorite out of the Marauders

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"Well I still think you're missing out," Lilly stated after a long rant and because of how sweet she was, she had decided to stop her mouth right at that sentence.

You only laughed lightly, pushing through the student body with Lily Evans hot on your robe. "Sneaking out to Hogsmeade is something I'm fine with missing out on."

She shook her head, determination settling hard in her brow. "That's beside the point."

"Then what is the point?" You asked, hugging your textbook closer to your chest. When you noticed that the auburn-haired girl was no longer by your side you bunched your brows together and turned around. "Lily? Lily, what are you doing?"

Her eyes were wide, bright green eyes blazing at you. "You seriously have no idea?"

You had idea of course. So much so that you felt embarrassed by the mere thought of it…

Him.

"Come Lily. We're late for Potions."

She shook her head and followed you reluctantly, only because she knew that your professor would surely be disappointed if you two showed up late. Lily and you were after all, Horace Slughorn's favorite students.

"This isn't over," She mumbled.

Perhaps for her it wasn't. Lily Evans tended to see the best in all people. It was the good in her that made her give in to James Potter little after Christmas this year after hating him her entire schooling at Hogwarts.

"He matured a lot," she would tell you, and while that might have been true for James it surely wasn't true for the boy you laid your desires upon.

Sirius Black.

Either he was purposely ignoring you, or he really was a dimwit.

***

"Amortentia is the most powerful love potion in the world. It is distinctive for its mother-of-pearl sheen, and steam rises from the potion in spirals." Horace Slughorn informed, keeping a safe distance from the steaming love potion. The rest of the girls in the class not so much. Each of them neared the potion little by little with a boy in mind. Lily and you both shared the same thoughts as those love-obsessed girls – only you didn't show it. Despite having boys in mind, Lily and you stood put.

"Lily, dear, how about you come here and tell us what you smell?"

You hard-pressed your shoulder against hers as she smiled shyly, obvious to what she was going to smell. James Potter stood at the other end of the assembly of students, looking at his lovely girlfriend with pure adornment.

For a second, they had you wondering if you could ever find love like that.

"Do you know why I asked Lily to tell us what she smells?" Horace asked, sending you a look that had a simple meaning.

"Because the potion is supposed to smell differently to each of us, according to what attracts us…" You answered quickly, just like he wanted you to.

"Marvelous Y/N. Good job," Slughorn praised you whilst ushering Lily to tell you all what she smelt. From the corner of your eye you managed to catch James' sly smirk as his eyes darted from you, to his very uninterested friend.

Sirius Black.

You swallowed, focusing your eyes on your best friend that stood in front of the potion, holding her hair so it doesn’t fall into the potion with a face as red as a tomato. "Vanilla, freshly cut oranges and –"

He cheeks flamed even more if that was even possible. She dashed away from the love potion and stood back next to you without revealing the third thing, although everyone knew already. James was grinning like an idiot. "What was the third smell?"

She shyly turned her mouth to your ear, "James' quidditch uniform."

You laughed out loud before Lily shushed you down frantically.

It was all fun and games until Horace called out for you, "Y/N would you mind telling us what you smell? Don't be shy now, come."  

A part of you wanted to say "Yes, professor I would mind." but the other more rational, and smarter part of you had tied your hands behind your back in defeat. Lily gave you a push and sooner than later you found yourself standing over the love potion.

"I-I smell…" You inhaled slowly, the potion's fumes filling you up. Several different scents found their way into your nostrils, making you have a hard time deciphering them because of the sensual overdrive they gave you. "Roses…the smell of sea and-"

"Oh no," you mumbled, barely audible for everyone but yourself.

"Was there something you wanted to say dear?" Horace asked, having heard your mumbling barely.

"No…I um, smell petrichor," You stated somewhat awkwardly but very, very quickly. "You know, um, when the r-rain hits the ground…"

"Ah, yes," realization dawned upon your professor. "A lovely smell. A lovely smell indeed. Very well, miss Y/LN thank you. You may go back to your place."

Lily Evans waited for you, beaming, "Mind telling me what the third smell was?"

"Shut it Lily."

"But I told you mine!"

***

You glanced at the sign above the pink looking door and sighed. Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop, it said. You had known about this small tea shop that was located on a side road off the High Street in Hogsmeade Village even before you had arrived at Hogwarts. A boy from Hufflepuff had taken you there on a date once, sometime during your fifth year. It wasn't an especially pleasant memory, being cramped and surrounded by snogging couples at only 15 with a boy you didn't particularly like that way. Nevertheless, it had happened, and there was nothing you could do about the lingering memory.

The overall cute place was owned by Madam Puddifoot; the same woman who dearly welcomed you in the moment you stepped through the door.

You hoped to spot Lily there, after all that's why you were there. When the front of your little notebook changed under the influence of the Protean charm, you knew it was Lily instantly. While the Marauders had their own tricks, maps and such, Lily and you had thought of something far more practical. It would do you good, the charm, as it was expected to be known by every student that wants to take the N.E.W.T.

A win-win situation that was.

But although Lily Evans was nowhere to be seen, you still decided to sit down, trusting her not to pull any tricks on you. Save for the snowy weather, your day has been good so far and you didn’t want anyone to disrupt it.

Cautiously, you sat down and leaned against the plush sofa, discarding your scarf and coat along the way.

"What can I get ya lovely?" A sweet woman asked, hearts practically swimming within her irises. A pale pink apron with daisies was secured tightly around her waist, dolling her up prettily.

"I actually won't be staying, I'm waiting for-" You started, although you were sure in the fact you were going to have to buy gilly water at the very least. Even waiting comes at a price here.

But that didn't seem to be the case as the bells jingle and a dark figure waltzes through. The ladies' man, a member of the Marauders that had the most beautiful features pursued by impeccable dark hair and grey eyes walked in without a care in the world. Sirius didn't know it, but he had your toes curling every time.

You immidiately glanced around the cute shop, seeing nothing but loving couples.

No lone girl in the shop save for you.

Realization struck you in the gut and you swallowed, wanting now more than ever to disappear into a hole…or turn into a little bird and fly away.

His eyes swept across the stuffed shop, getting attention of several girls who were obviously there on a date. Boys exchanged distasteful glances between themselves, sensing Sirius to be an equal competitor that could easily give them a run for their money. "Y/N?"

You dared to say his voice softened upon seeing you. "Sirius."

Sirius' smile widened teasingly. It looked like the smile he would give his best of friends.

But you didn't want that. Not that you would tell him that.

He glanced around the shop once again before slipping into the free chair opposite of you. Without a care in the world, he stripped his snowy coat off his shoulders, his muscles tensing under the movements.

You swallowed.

"I'll have some butterbeer thank you," Sirius said, pulling out a generous amount of sickles for the waiting waitress you forgot was even standing there.

"And the lovely lady?" She mused, giving you a wink.

"Pumkin juice." You choke out.

Like a real gentleman, Sirius halted your attempt to pay for your drink with a raised hand and a wink.

Why does everyone keep winking?

You shook your head at the rogue thought.

"4 sickles young lad."

Sirius handed her the coins and she disappeared, leaving a trail of literal hearts whisking underneath her steps. "Talk about exaggeration."

Sirius' low chuckle at your random comment had you flustered immediately.

"So –" You both voiced at the same time.

"No, you first." You said quickly, brushing some misplaced strands of hair out of the way.

"You can go fi-"

You gave Serius the look you would usually give Remus and James many times on many different occasions; the one that said not to argue with you. Only this time it felt like a completely different look. It intrigued the stubborn boy even more; dragging him deeper into the pit of feelings he had for you.

"Fine," he said, casually twining his fingers atop the table. "I have a question."

"Um…o-kay."

He smiled at your nervousness and decided at that moment to just blurt out the question that's been nagging him since it happened. "What did you smell during potions yesterday?"

"Y-you mean when I smelled the Amortentia?" The strongest love potion ever created that had the ability to reveal ones biggest attractions with a simple sniff. “That potion?”

"Mhmm," he said. "If you tell me what you smelled, I'll tell you what I smelled."

"You must be bloody joking," You exclaimed. Almost everyone knew that you smelled someone. Not just the rain and roses. Someone.

Unlike with Lily, they had no idea who it was.

No one knew save for Lily who probably told James.

Who probably told Remus?

Remus, Peter…

Sirius.

A million thoughts raced through your head. What at first was a blind date will turn out to be the biggest prank the Marauders ever pulled on someone. The biggest prank in Marauders history. You were sure of it.

"I-I should go," you muttered, grabbing your bag and coat in a haste to get out.

Sirius' eyes went wide in alarm, "What are you doing, Y/N? Where are you going?"

"Away from you," You said sternly. "I don't plan on being your new plaything so just leave me alone."

"Woah, woah, woah. Why would you think that?" He asked with what looked like genuine confusion as he held your hands in a vise grip to stop you from leaving.

"B-because…" Words stopped coming once you realized.

Telling him the reason behind it would ruin everything.

"Because you like me?"

You stared at him in shock, eyes widened to the size of a quidditch snitch. No, a bludger. "I don't know what to say to that."

Sirius outright laughed at you and your attempt to conceal what you both already knew, "Look…"

You swallowed.

"I like you too Y/N."

"I know, so let's just forget this ever happen- Wait what did you just say?"

The two of you were, unbeknownst to you in that moment, holding hands atop the cute table, looking like a real couple at that moment to anyone who walked into the shop.

"I like you," He repeated slowly, more audibly for you to comprehend this time. "I know I've been a…"

"Bully," You butted in quickly.

"No I wasn't!"

"Severus begs to differ," You reminded.

"Whatever," Sirius brushed you off, tightening his hold on your two hands. Warmth seemed to come off him in waves, making it all the more comfortable to be in his hold. No wonder girls fawned around him. "What I'm trying to say is – the four of us were idiots, and you were the girl I thought I didn't deserve."

You almost melted.

"So, when I saw what James has with Lily," He confessed. "I wanted that…but with you."

"So why didn't you come up to me?"

"Thought you'd reject me," He said quickly.

"True."

The way he looked at you had you tumbling down your brain for word, "B-but you've changed… And I like you too Sirius."

"I'd like to take you out somewhere else," Sirius proposed. "If you'd have me."

"Of course," You smiled, for the first time freely. "I'd like that very much."

Never in a million years would you have guessed this would be happening; Sirius standing behind you, helping you with your coat…

And holding your hand on the way out.

"You still didn't tell me."

“Tell you what?”

"What you smelled in the Amortentia."

The question didn't sound so attacking as it did 10 minutes ago, and you felt like you could answer it with more ease. "You really want to know?"

"Yes, I would like that very much."

"Fine," You stopped somewhere in the middle of the square, feeling quite brave and bold. "You."

He didn't look surprised, maybe relieved more than surprised. The relief shone in his grey eyes, you could see it. His long black hair blew against the wind that swept through Hogsmeade in a wildly matter. Sirius seemed closer now more than ever as he gazed into your eyes. Whilst you probably looked crazy in the cold wind, the weather only seemed to compliment the once a big troublemaker before you.

"Good."

You creased your brows, "You didn't tell me what you smelled."

Sirius chuckled, "You of course."

Pleased with his answer, you let him do something you've been dreaming about for quite some time.

He kissed you.

The kiss felt electrical, making your body go haywire. Sparks, as cliché as they sound, they were there, present from the moment the kiss started and until it ended. Sirius had his warm hand against your cold cheek, bringing you closer than ever before.

You hadn't shared this with any other boy save for the one you were with right now.

You didn't have what Lily and James did because their love was theirs and theirs only.

Sirius and you will build a love of your own. Something characteristic to you two only. Here in Hogsmeade, or wherever in the world. A long life was ahead of you and you, now more than ever, felt like you could do anything.

Even pass the N.E.W.T.

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