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A Not-So-Disastrous Romance (Book 1) Prologue

Kusuo Saiki x Reader

Prologue: Troublesome "Friends"

Summary: Saiki gives everyone the rundown on his "bothers," including (L/N) (Y/N).

Mouse Note: Welcome to A Not-So-Disastrous Romance! I am very excited to share this story with everyone, even if this fandom is very old. Truth be told, I wrote 11 chapters like three years ago, so the first few chapters don't have the level of writing I have now, but I ended up finishing this story and wanted to share it. For another point, I know that people view Saiki as asexual and sometimes aromantic, but I feel an affinity for him being asexual but demi-romantic, so I play it slow-burn. That being said, terrible beginning writing aside, I really hope everyone enjoys. Let me know what you think, commenting helps me keep writing, and I love interacting with people! Welcome to the story!

Quick Key: "Hello" -Saiki speaking telepathically Hello -Saiki thinking "Hello" -regular people talking out loud Hello -regular people thinking

            Saiki teleported to the roof to avoid Teruhashi and Nendou. One was troublesome enough. Two was insupportable.

            “Where’s Saiki? Huh? What’s going?” wondered Teruhashi, confused.

            I teleported without thinking. Saiki looked down at the crowd below him. People around me didn’t seem to notice me, but naturally, Teruhashi thinks something is strange. Well, Teruhashi, just think I was an illusion and forget about it.

            “Nendou!” remarked the pretty blue-haired girl upon seeing him.

            “Oh, wow, Teruhashi!” squeaked Nendou, blushing.

            “Have you seen Saiki?” asked Teruhashi.

            “What? My pal? No, I haven’t.” Nendou was too startled to think.

            N-no way…did he disappear? thought Teruhashi, Is it possible that I was the one seeing an illusion? She recalled what she had assumed of Saiki: “You’re so much in love with me that you see illusions of me, huh?” A light blush spread across her face. Don’t tell me I’m…No! I can’t be… She clutched her heart. Oh, no…What’re these feelings? Is it possible…that I fell in love…with Saiki?

            Oh, wow, thought Saiki as he deadpanned. This is not how he wanted things to go.

            He sighed and teleported to a nearby, empty alleyway. Sighing, he decided to go for a coffee jelly. With the new problem he had just acquired, Saiki decided he might as well enjoy a little bit of peace. He walked quickly in the opposite direction of Nendou and Teruhashi, even if it took him on a long route to Café Mami. For once in his life, he was lucky and didn’t bump into anyone on the way there. His luck ran out, however, as soon as he entered.

            “Saiki!” called a teenager with (H/C) hair and (E/C) eyes. They were grinning and waving.

            He couldn’t avoid them now; it would draw attention to him for being rude. He sighed and sat down across from them.

            This is (Y/N) (L/N). They’re another troublesome person who complicates my life. They even call me their friend and insist I use their first name. The worst part is I can’t read their mind. They aren’t dumb like Nendou, though. Do you see those earrings?

            (Y/N) had simple, metallic studs in their ears.

            They’re made of germanium, which apparently keeps me from seeing through them with my X-ray vision or hearing their thoughts with my telepathy.

            He had only realized this after he saw them during school and on the weekends and the only thing that was the same between the outfits was their earrings. Saiki wished he could get his hands on some germanium. Hearing everybody’s thoughts was tiring. That being said, (Y/N) being unreadable was…disconcerting.

            “Nice to see you, Saiki. Are you here for your usual coffee jelly?” asked (Y/N) cheerfully.

            The pink-haired psychic nodded. Yare yare…Why do I hang out with you?

            “Oh!” They brightened. “I guess since you’re kind of like my guest right now, I should treat you!”

            Saiki’s eyes widened in excitement. Ah, I remember now. (Y/N) treated him to, well, treats. That made them more tolerable than other people.

            Seeing his expression, (Y/N) laughed. They knew what he was excited for. “You’re more excited to see the coffee jelly than to see your friend.” They didn’t mind, though. They knew Saiki wasn’t one for being open or friendly, but they’d spent enough time with him to know he’d just leave if he really didn’t like him.

            He wanted to say that they weren’t friends, but even he had to admit, he thought they were pretty tolerable compared to most of the people who crowded around him. Sure, their bright optimism was sometimes exhausting to Saiki, but for the most part, they were pretty low-maintenance and understood he was an extreme introvert and liked time to himself. Plus, although they were energetic at times, but they understood when things were too much for Saiki. And, to be completely honest, he didn’t mind getting to be around someone he couldn’t hear the thoughts of. He could act like a relatively normal person.

            Saiki would never say all that, though. No way. No, the only thing he’d say was, “Coffee jelly is really good.”

            “Can’t argue with that,” admitted (Y/N).

            Their server, who coincidentally was Mera (probably trying to make money as usual), approached their table. She took their orders and headed to the kitchen to alert the chefs.

            “You look more annoyed than usual, what happened?” asked (Y/N).

            Saiki sighed. They unfortunately pay attention to me and can read parts of my emotions. It’s weird. Maybe they’re an empath. “I ran into Teruhashi.”

            (Y/N) laughed. “The only guy immune to her charms.”

            “She brings too much attention.”

            “You’re friends with Nendou and Kaidou. A bit of attention is inevitable,” teased (Y/N), leaning on their hand and grinning.

            “They’re not my friends.”

            “Uhuh, sure, whatever helps you sleep at night,” chirped (Y/N).

            Mera brought their orders. Luckily, she hadn’t stolen a bite from either of the coffee jellies.

            “Mmmm,” hummed (Y/N) and Saiki contentedly at the taste.

            Peaceful relaxation with (Y/N). Just the way I like it. Saiki sighed happily.

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I’ve Always Loved You💔

He Broke Us ...💔

Chapter 2

Paring : Chris Evans x Lana Parker

Word Count: 3.5k

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Lana Pov

Aria is babbling some baby nonsense while standing next to my legs as I'm locking up my front door. We are headed to the park to have a late lunch today. All of a sudden I have a feeling like someone is watching me, and I turn around and grab my chest, trying to calm my breathing as if it's just Steven.

"Steven, you scared me; don't ever do that again," I say, grabbing my chest and looking down towards Aria.

"Mommy is scward. Swtevn bad.." Aria babbles, and I can't help but smile. I take her little hand in mine, and my other hand grabs the picnic basket.

"Steven is bad, Aria," I say, picking her up and placing her on my hip, shooting Steven a wink.

"So Lana, you guys are headed to the park, I assume?" he says as he fiddles with his keys.

"Yes, we are; would you like to come along, Steven?" I asked him, already knowing his answer, and trusting my gut, I packed some extra sandwiches.

"Are you kidding me? I would love to," he says as he backs up to let us pass by.

Great, we will meet you there," I say, taking Aria's hand and waving back to Steven as he waves back.

I walk down the stairs of my apartment complex and walk towards my car. I put Aria in her car seat and kiss her little hands, and she giggles. I place our picnic basket next to her and walk around to the driver's side.

"Ready baby?" I ask her as I put my seat belt on and turn the AC on.

"Yeah, mommy," she says.

I smile and turn some music on. I play some Disney songs and pull out, driving towards the park.

Steven was our neighbor in the apartment complex I live in; he moved in when Aria was about seven months old and has been trying to take me out on a date since. I don't think I'm ready to date again, but he is good company and cares for Aria, and I like to think Aria likes him, so I friend-zoned him, but that doesn't stop him from trying.

Once we arrive at the park, I help Aria out of her car seat, he grabs her Mickey Mouse, and I grab the basket. While we wait for Steven, I apply some sunscreen to her arms and her adorable chubby face. After we see Steven pull in, we walk towards one of the play structures and sit down as we watch Aria play. After Aria is done playing on the playground and swings, we walk over to a shaded area.

This is a big park and has three sides. A huge dog park, a kid's park, and a hill where you could have a picnic and hang out with your families.

Okay, my sweet girl, here is your jelly sandwich, crackers, and apple juice," I say as I hand her some napkins and tuck them on under the overalls she's wearing, and we start eating. Steven and I fall back into a conversation about my next book release.

I'm a children's book writer (for the Lucky Dog series), and I stopped writing after having Aria, but recently something inspired me to start writing again. I'm almost finished and waiting to hear from my publishing company. I'm excited to start publishing again. It was the one thing that could shut me out of the real world and help me focus on having a little me time while Aria would nap.

..

Steven, could you please watch her as I throw away this trash? I say, getting up after we finished eating and Aria insisted on walking around to look at the little flowers around the park.

"Sure thing," he says, grabbing Aria and throwing her up in the sky as she giggles. I pick up everything and place it in the trash bag I brought with me.

"Okay, thank you; I'll be right back," I say, walking away from them. I'm walking towards our car, where I saw some trash cans earlier.

Surprisingly, today the park isn't too crowded, and there are only maybe five families out, which is shocking. I throw away my trash and walk back toward where I left them.

I walk over to Steven, who is sitting on a bench while he is talking on the phone, but I can't see Aria anywhere. I run towards him.

"Steven! Where is Aria? "I'm panicking, looking behind and around him, but I can't see her anywhere.

"Oh, yeah, she was right here looking at the flowers, I swear. I am so sorry," he says as he puts the phone down. He gets up and looks for her, calling her name.

"MOVE!" I yell at him as my blood is boiling and I'm getting scared. Maybe she was taken or ran towards the oncoming traffic... I ran back to where we had lunch.

My heart is panicking, and I'm about ready to cry when I can't see her anywhere.

"ARIA!!! ARIA!!!" I yelled, running around trying to find her.

Where are you, damn it. Aria? Please come back.

I run across the park while Steven runs to the other one, and I'm running around when I hear her giggling... I run faster, and I see her near a tree, under a dog, and a man kneeling near her.

"ARIA, OH MY GOD, ARIA!!!! I yell, running towards them, and I see the dog get up and be pulled again. I run closer, and the man on the ground gets up, and I freeze in the spot.

"NOO! It can't be. Chris! What is he doing here? Why is he here?" I mumble to myself.

I lock eyes with him, and he has the same look as me. I see Dodger, and he runs towards me, almost knocking me down. I push my emotions aside and run over to Aria to pick her up.

"Mommy lowk doggy," she says. I pick her up from Dodger as he licks my leg.

Aria is babbling, and I see her jeans are a little ripped, so I'm guessing she fell down.

I look back at Chris, and he was about to say something when Steven runs up and stands next to us, and before Chris can say anything, I speak up and stop him from saying anything.

"Thank you. Have a nice day, Mr.," I say and walk off with Steven.

"Bye bye, doggy. Mawa Iowe doggy," Aria says as I kiss her cheeks, walking off, not daring to look back.

I walk off, and the tears are falling down fast. Steven seems to notice, and he tries to take Aria from me, and I just hold her tighter. I walk over to my car and unlock it.

I buckle Aria in her car seat as she is babbling about Dodger and trying to tell Steven, and I kiss her head while handing her a cardboard book, and Mickey and I shut the door.

"I'm so sorry, Lana," Steven tries to say something, but I wipe my tears and tell him I will see him soon and talk later. I get in the car and drive off, pushing the emotions aside for Aria. I cannot break down right now.

...

I'm rocking Aria in her bedroom, putting her down for bed after I've given her a shower and cleaned up her cut, and my thoughts are all over the place.

What if he knows and is here to take her away from me?

Why is he back now?

Has he moved on?

After two years, why is he back?

"Mawa..." I hear Aria say, tucking on my shirt, taking me out of my thoughts as I rock her.

"Yes, baby..." I whisper.

"Twat was daddy, with doggie in pawk? Aria asks me, and my eyes are holding on to the tears, not allowing them to escape just yet.

"Yes, yes, baby.. daddy was in the park.. he is back from work.." I say this as I put her in her crib or toddler bed.

"When he comes to live with us..." Aria whispers as her eyes get heavy and her breathing slows down as she falls into a slumber.

I kiss her forehead, turn on the sound machine, grab the baby monitor, and walk out, leaving the door a little open.

...

I walk into the kitchen and grab some water and Tylenol, then walk into the living room and place the baby monitor on the coffee table.

After taking two Tylenols, I chug the water and break down in the living room. Why was he back in Boston, and why didn't Lisa say anything this afternoon when she came by?

I will not let him take my baby away. After all, he did. And the fact that the Dodgers recognized Aria breaks my heart. He always knew before I could even find out.

I met Chris when I used to volunteer at Miles Elementary School's clubs program. My first book series was coming out, and I would come out to the children's library and read my books to the after-school kids in clubs, where Chris walked into my life and stole my heart and made me feel like the luckiest woman alive until he fucked up and threw it all away, while taking my heart with him.

Flashback (2017)

"Carly, which one is he in again? I ask my sister.

"Chris is in room 2b next to the library; just walk in and you will see him." Okay, thanks. I think I can figure it out. Bye, Carly.

"Again, thank you, Chris," she says, and I can hear Stella and Ethan arguing about something in the background.

"Any time," I say, hanging up and getting out of my car.

I hang up the phone and walk into the school office. Carly had an appointment with the big kids, and I need to pick up Miles from after-school clubs. The lady in front has me sign in to a log sheet. She hands me a sticker to put on, and I back up and bump into someone. I hear a thump, and I look down, and I see all her things on the floor. "Oh my," she says in the sweetest voice.

"I'm so sorry," I say and help her up, picking up her folder and book. I get a good look at her, and she is just drop-dead gorgeous.

"It's okay," she says. Before I can say anything, she walks over behind the counter, grabs a patch, and walks by.

I shake my head and walk towards the door of the office to walk onto campus. I look for the library. I spot it on the other side of me, and I run over, and I see most parents inside lined up along the glass wall looking at other children. I walk into the room and see all the kids on the floor waiting quietly. Just then she walks in with a book and introduces herself as Miss. Parker. She starts to read her book, and I can't help but actually listen to the whole children's book.

After she finishes, I can't help but start clapping, breaking the silence, and all eyes are on me as if I needed that. I smile and fidget with my baseball cap and thank God for Miles as he and the other kids start to clap, breaking the awkward silence, and I just smile and kick my feet.

Miles is clapping on the floor with his kindergarten buddies, up to me with his copy of the book.

"Uncle Chwis," he says, catching everyone's attention yet again, and Miss. Parker smiles.

Everyone soon leaves the room as the kids go to grab their belongings from the gym, and I'm left alone with Miss. Parker.

"So Uncle Chwis, you crash all of Miles's afternoon clubs; am I just the lucky one today?" she says mockingly while she grabs her things and walks up to me.

Uh, no, actually, your voice is just so soothing, and I loved your book...and well, um, this is my first time crashing anything," I say, reaching behind my neck and rubbing my hair, and she just laughs.

"Well, thank you, and I'm honored," she says.

"Um, hi, my name is Chris," I say, reaching for her hands, which she takes and are so soft and smooth as she shakes my hand.

"Miss. Parker, nice to meet you, Chris," she says, smiling, and lets go of my hand.

"So, Miss. Parker, do you have a name?" I say I'm trying to shoot my shot, and I smile back at her, and I can see her cheeks brighten as she blushes.

"I do, Captain America, but you're going to have to excuse me; someone there is calling me. See you around," she says as she leaves me stunned, so she knows who I am. I walk out behind her, and Miles runs up to me, and I grab his backpack, leaning it over my shoulder. I grab his hand, and we walk out towards the parking lot over to my car. As we reach the car, I open his door, place his backpack down, and help him in. I see he is holding a copy of The Lucky Dog. I snatched it from him.

"Hey, twats mine," he says as I grab his little hand, shoo it away, and run my fingers through his hair.

"I know I'm just looking after it." I say, and I buckle Miles in and flip to the back of the book.

Ahhh "Alana Parker".

... A few days later

Chris ended up picking Miles up the next Monday in hopes of seeing Lana again, and to his luck, she was there in the library. He smiled and entered and sat through the whole reading again, and this time he tried to be more subtle than last week.

After Lana was done and the kids went to grab their belongings, Chris took the chance and walked over to Lana.

"So, Miss. Parker, or should I say Alana,"  you have a beautiful name? I'm walking up to her.

"Ahhh yes, Chris. Thank you. My grandparents named me," she says, and he hands me a signed copy of her book.

"So you don't come every Monday and can read at home now?" she snickers while handing me a brand-new copy of her book.

I smile and take it.

Chris ends up asking Lana on a date, and by the second date, he falls in love with her, and he falls hard.

End of Flashback

...

Lana pov

I cannot believe he is back. It's all a big shock to me.

Chris and I hit off pretty quickly after our first and second dates. Five months into dating, I moved in with Chris and put my apartment or home out to lease for someone. A year later, he had to go back to work to promote the last Avengers, and I stayed back in Boston to finish my last book for series one of The Lucky Dog.

We couldn't live without each other and would always call when we weren't working. After 6 months, he came back after the premiere of Endgame. I met his family and friends, and he met my grandparents, and I loved my life.

In late 2017, after just dating for a couple of months, Chris proposed, and I said yes. We told everyone the news in February 2018 that Chris was taking a break from acting, and we agreed to get married in 2019. We had a date and everything. Everyone was so happy for us.

That night it was one of Chris's friends, Tara's birthday, and I wasn't feeling to go, so Chris went to celebrate and I stayed home with Dodger. I hadn't been feeling well for two weeks at the time, and I had placed an Amazon order for some pregnancy tests that just happened to be delivered the same night.

I remember wasting no time and taking a test, and when it came back as pregnant, I jumped up and down. I was with Dodger when I found out, and he was nudging my leg when I found out he was barking along. He had been extra clingy and lying on my tummy the whole week, so that explained that.

I was in our bedroom at the time when I heard the front door open, and I hid the test in my back pocket. I wanted to surprise Chris in a cute way, but that went out the window when I heard his footsteps, and I wanted to tell him right away that he was about to become a dad. We would often daydream about having a little family of our own, and I couldn't believe it was happening.

As soon as Chris walked in the room, he was super drunk—more drunk than I've ever seen him—and he was so angry that night.

Flashback (2019)

"Dodger looks like Daddy is back. Let's surprise him with your little brother or sister. I coo to Dodger, and Dodger barks back. I get up from the ottoman in front of our bed.

I can hear Chris come up the stairs, and out of nowhere I hear glass breaking.

I run out of the room, and I see Chris standing on the stairs, pulling the picture frames of us from the walls and dropping them on the floor, breaking them.

Chris, what are you doing? I say as he stops and looks my way, He looks mad; he is super drunk and can barely walk in a straight line. He walks past me into the room, and I follow behind him as Dodger is behind me whining.

Chris walks over to the bed and falls down, and Dodger runs up to him. I'm still standing by the door, shocked at Chris's behavior. I've seen and been around him when he was drunk in the past, but he's always super cuddly and soft. I've never seen him this annoyed or angry. Dodger gets on the bed and starts to bark and lick his face, which leads Chris to jump up and take Dodger and walk him towards the door and push him outside, and he looks at the door and looks my way.

"Chris, you're scaring me? I say as he walks over.

"SHUT UP!" He yells and I jump. He's never screamed at me.

"Chris, Chris, Chris, Chris... do you ever shut up, Lana? You're so annoying and ugh," he spits out, walking towards me and taking my hand in his.

"Baby.. I-,"

"Don't call me that," he spits out.

I don't have the words for what's happening, and Dodger is barking outside the door.

Chris cages me in, takes my left hand, pulls my ring off, and waves it around in my face.

"You're the mistake, Lana," he slurs.

"GET OUT! I don't want you here," he says as he throws the ring somewhere in the room.

"Get out before you ruin my life." He screams and pushes me out of the room, locking it behind him, and I hear him throwing stuff around.

End of Flashback

I remember him pushing me out, and I stayed out all night long, crying for Chris to open the door, but he didn't. The next morning I woke up on the couch and looked around. It was quiet, and the time was 6:30 in the morning. I went to the gym to check on Chris, and when I didn't see him, I ran upstairs and into the bedroom, and to my surprise, he wasn't there. I thought he and Dodger went on a morning run until I went to use the bathroom and most of Chris's things were gone and so was Dodger, but there was a note on the bed.

Lana Parker

I can't do this; you are in the way between me and my career. I need to go back to LA and try to save my career after Captain America and land some films, and you are in the way. I realized I do not want the same things as you right now, so please leave and never contact me or my family again.

Chris Evans.

I cried and cried that day and remembered I was pregnant with his baby—our baby—baby Aria.

I left Chris's family alone, emptied out his house, and moved back into my old apartment. I ended up blocking everyone I knew of his I went to the doctor when my morning sickness started kicking in, and I found out I was at least 14 weeks pregnant. I was only 5 months old when my grandparents passed away. My only family left wasMy parents were both killed in a car accident, and my grandparents raised me. They were both very successful and had a lot of money left for me and my baby. Grandma eventually found out I was pregnant, and I lied to them and said Chris was away filming. I still regret not telling them the truth; it sometimes haunts me in my sleep. I sold some land they owned in Europe, and I and Aria are good for a lifetime.

When I was nine months pregnant, Lisa ran into me at the supermarket and found out I was pregnant with Chris's baby, and eventually, all the Evans found out. Now Lisa comes over every Friday for lunch or breakfast, and Aria meets her aunts and uncles for holidays, but now that Chris is back, I don't know anymore.

I gather myself off the floor and walk towards my bedroom and into the bathroom. I wash my face and get in the shower.

"You will not let him win Aria," I tell myself in the mirror as I dry my hair.

I walk into my bedroom, place the baby monitor on the nightstand, get into bed, and think of ways to explain to Aria now that her father is back and she's seen him.

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The day follows an expected pattern of Jonah losing his shit at each big thing he sees. It starts with the castle, followed by Mickey Mouse —finally— and Minnie Mouse, the character parade, and Buzz Lightyear. Each time they’re in a line, Jonah makes a big deal of debating who he wants to sit with him for that ride. TK starts a tally and is more than a bit offended when Carlos takes a commanding lead.

“Jerk,” he whispers when they line up for the Little Mermaid ride and Carlos has already been chosen. Carlos shrugs, poorly hiding a grin.

It eventually works in TK’s favor when Jonah’s energy lags and he asks Carlos to carry him. A quick silent conversation is held between TK and Carlos, weighing the merits of just pushing Jonah to keep walking. Surely Carlos reaches the same conclusion as TK, realizing they’ll get a lot less whining about being tired if they just give in and carry him. With a sigh, Carlos reaches down and picks him up, resuming their grueling pace from earlier, trying to make it to their next scheduled ride time. By the third time Jonah begs to be carried, it’s closer to a fireman’s carry, TK lagging behind them, laughing as he takes a picture of that too.

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Find the Word

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My words: Sparkle, screen, scent, and swell

Your words: stomp, step, strip, skip, scoop

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Sparkle

Danny’s eyes sparkle with something she can’t quite place, and she thinks for a second he might smile a true smile, one that shows his teeth and reaches his eyes. Instead, he moves out of the way so that the girls can reach the stairs. “Don’t burn yourself.”

Screen

“You haven’t watched the news, have you?” “Not since–” Lara’s jaw tightens. Not since we broke Helio out. “Uh oh.” Jackie leads Lara to the dorm lobby, where they stand behind the sofas, which are all full of students with eyes glued to the screen.

Scent

But tonight, Danny still had his usual scent—lavender, wine, with a hint of ginger—but there had been no iron odor. He assumes that means he’s low on blood, but then why would he use it to heal him?

Swell

“Why?” Darya persists. The end of his special bottle is what makes his legs turn to jelly. He hasn’t felt this hum in his body since before Helio crashed in to the pavement, and he lets it swell in his chest as he sinks to the floor. “Because I’m selfish.”

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yuna yuna! congrats on your milestone! ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡ for your event, may i request kuroo & #13 (asking your not-yet-lover to stay the night because you don’t want to be alone)? giving you smooches and head pats too !!!

kuroo tetsurou x gn!reader, 1.1k words, sfw + cw food part of my 500 frens celebration! + read the bakugou ver. here

13. asking your not-yet-lover to stay the night because you don’t want to be alone 

we’re going to osaka! said kuroo’s text.

you raise an eyebrow at the message, fingers still flying over your keyboard as you tied up the findings of your quarterly sales report. you ignore his text in favour of keeping your concentration—just a few more sentences to go, aaaaaand done.

i said, we’re going to OSAKA!!! came the subsequent text. 

i know, they already told me this morning, you wrote back. then, can we get coffee later?

you set your phone aside to reach for your mouse, but kuroo writes back before you can click on anything.

let’s go now. my treat.

the corner of your lips turn up automatically. today’s gonna be a good day.

osaka turned out to be a short trip with a small team—five days and four nights, seven people. seems like kuroo forgot to finish up the second half of his text, which should’ve read we’re going to osaka to work and not we’re going to osaka to slack off—which was what you would have greatly preferred, after finishing that monster of a report.

five slow days of conferences (boring), networking (gross), presentations (stressful) and rushing from place to place later, you finally find some time to decompress with your work buddy—and by time, you mean at two in the morning in his hotel room, five hours before your scheduled shinkansen takes you back to tokyo. 

you can’t believe you used to think that you’d have your life together by the time you became a working adult, because this—bingeing on junk food and beer in the middle of the night—seemed far from having your life together. if anything, it only reminds you of when you and kuroo would stay up all night in college, just chatting and laughing and dicking around. 

five years later, you’re glad you’re seated on a plush hotel room bed and not the grimey floor of his little dorm room. and instead of spending all your time agonising over exams, you’re gossipping about your colleagues with your best friend, getting distracted by the tv intermittently, and shoving dried potato strips into your mouth while taking turns to tell horror stories. 

“so he told his friend that he’d meet him back in the bedroom, and his friend said ‘okay’,” you whisper, your voice dipping to a low, slow crawl. “but when he got back to his room—which, mind you, only took him, like, ten seconds on foot—his friend was already in bed, snoring away.” 

kuroo stares back at you, alarmed. “...then who did he see in the kitchens?” 

you smirk. “what do you think, tetsurou?”

“fuck, that’s scary.” he runs a hand through his hair, then scrubs at his eye with his palm. you can tell that he’s actually scared now: his shoulders are tense and his back is stiff, a whole 180 from an hour ago when the two of you were chattering away about souvenirs you’ve bought.

“yep, it is,” you agree, peeling yourself off the end of his bed and dusting crumbs off your shorts. “and i’ve run out of ghost stories, so that’s all for tonight.”

“hey, no fair. you have to stay and listen to mine—it’s only fair that we go to sleep equally scared.”

an amused laugh bubbles in your throat as you toss empty jelly cups and snack wrappers into the bin. “tetsu, we’ve known each other since we were in diapers. you know i’m pretty much not scared of anything. save your energy for tomorrow, okay?” 

“nooooo, don’t wanna.” he’s whining now, that big baby. “come back here and talk to me.”

“it’s late, tetsu. i gotta go to bed too.”

“you can just sleep here.”

“no, you snore.”

“aw, c’mon! we used to do this all the time—i let you borrow my notes and sleep in my bed and i didn’t even say anything when you started drooling on my arm.”

you stop in your tracks, offended, and whirl around to stare at kuroo with a hand on your hip. “for the record, kuroo-san, your notes were of no use, you wouldn’t let me out of your room, and— and—”

(you had no excuse for the drooling.)

“—why are you trying to stop me from leaving, anyway?” you look at him. closely. his back is shoved into his pillow, sheets pulled all the way up to his chin, leaving his toes peeking out the other end. he looks… small, like he’s shrunken in on himself.

“tetsu, are you— are you scared of the dark?”

“...no,” he says, the pout evident in his tone.

“then you should be fine.” you turn around to leave. 

“no!”

you look back at kuroo, at the lump of blankets on the bed. a wild mess of dark hair peeks out the top, alongside two sad eyes—puppy eyes—downturned into a frown. 

“i’m not scared of the dark,” he argues, throwing the blanket down and running a hand through his hair. “just to be clear, i simply think it won’t be safe for you to walk back to your room all by yourself. and since i’m too sleepy to walk you back, you’d just have to stay with me.”

you laugh. “bullshit, tetsurou.”

an offended gasp. “rude!” 

“but sure, since it’s so dark out, and the one-minute walk down the well-lit corridor definitely can’t be safe for little ole me!” you sing, lifting the edge of the blanket and sliding in next to kuroo.

it’s warm, so very warm. your heart flutters in your chest and all of a sudden you’re back in your final year of college again, falling into bed with kuroo after a long night of studying. it’s a different bed now, this one much comfier, but it’s the same warmth, the same sense of comfort and safety cocooning your body. and right next to you is the same boy you fell in love with so many years ago, the boy who lent you his notes and his shoulder to cry on, the boy who gave you a home to return to at the end of every tiring day.

maybe you’ll be cursing yourself for this in the morning—for staying up so late, for sleeping in kuroo’s bed again, for skipping on your nighttime skincare routine. you’re not that young anymore. a late bedtime means a bad tension headache in the morning, and if you forgo moisturiser before bed, you’ll definitely see the dry patch between your eyebrows resurface. 

but maybe, just maybe, you can let things go just this once. because when else will you be in osaka again, sleeping next to kuroo and drooling on his arm with a train to catch in a few hours?

you might not have your life together, not just yet, but you have this—this very moment with kuroo, tender and timeless.

looks like things do work out eventually, after all.

a/n: sayu bby, this is a day late but congrats on finishing your test!!! have this as a lil gift o((>ω< ))o i appreciate your friendship so so much, thank you for always sending me the sweetest good morning and good night messages and for being so supportive of my writing T^T i lov u, my honey bunny!

> read the bakugou version of this prompt here!

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#kuroo tetsurou x reader #kuroo x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #kuroo fluff #kuroo x you #kuroo x y/n #yuna writes #yuna's 500 frens celebration

[sixminutestoriesblog]

mousey times pt. 2!

@randomlifeunit

My first comment! Oh, you're lovely. Thank you! All right, yes, to answer.

Until I recently moved into a 'no pets' home, I had hamsters so I can entirely understand your boys' desire to keep small rodents captive for the mutual amusements of both sides. The first time I saw one of the NIMH mice in a cage instead of streaking across the floor like an oversized cockroach I too entertained the 'but what if we keep him?' thought. I'm proud to say I was just as sensible about it as you were...

but only just barely.

all right - story time! Here, have a cup of something nice and settle in

So, to recap, this winter I had several mice decide the inside of my place was good winter lodgings. I disagreed. I managed to catch three of them and then my brother in law was kind enough to come over and help me. Mice activity seemed to be centered in the kitchen despite the fact I'd locked all the food up like Fort Knox and so he helped me move the stove and the fridge out of the way. Sure enough, the floor behind the fridge had sunk, probably due to water damage from the last tenant, and the gap it left was big enough for a mouse to saunter through and not even have to remove his feather cap for. My BIL did some magic with spray foam and steel wool. He sealed some holes under the cabinets as well. Then he checked the rest of my place and went on his merry way, secure in a job well done. I cleaned up the layers of mouse pee behind the fridge that told me this wasn't their first Christmas there.

So I think all's well. Things are sealed up. I know my other rooms are secure. I've caught everyone I was aware of already and anyone that shows up tonight will just have to realize the hotel has hung out the No Vacancy sign.

Except.

Because you already knew there was an 'except' coming. Except, that night, while I was at my desk working on the computer I heard a squeak. A squeak from under the cabinets. And it wasn't a small squeak, no. It was the kind of squeak that held all the indignite surprise and mousy curse words something that small could possibly pack into it. The way the cabinets are set up, the 'floor' of the cabinet is actually raised off the floor of the kitchen an inch or so and apparently someone had been napping under them while my BIL had been busy sealing up all the exits. Waking up and ready for a night of mischief (and waving at me as they ran past on the counter) they'd instead found themselves sealed in!

So I've got a mouse trapped underneath my cabinets. No problem. I get the trap out, put some peanut butter in it and pull out the lowest drawer in the cabinets drawers to put the trap there. I know rodents can crawl up the backs of drawers though (because that's how the hamsters would often come to visit me when I was writing at my desk) so I seal it up with my good old standby of duct tape and go back to work. There's a bit of foamy gnawing, a few more squeaky curse words but nobody emerges into the kitchen and I figure it should only take a day or two for the peanut butter to work.

Wrong.

By day four the trap is still safely guarding its peanut butter and I'm starting to worry that the little mouse might be starving in there. Now, its probably a very small mouse and I should probably let it starve despite the smell because its only going to be a small smell for a little while but -

yeah. I can't let him starve. A hoard of previous hamsters rises up inside my heart. I pull up the duct tape and put down a little jelly lid with water in it and some of the birdseed I've been feeding the local chickens.

The next day the food is gone. The cage remains empty.

I clean the peanut butter out of the trap and put the seed in there instead. Two days go by. No mouse. I cave again and put some of the seeds on top of the cage. They're gone the next day.

So yeah. Basically what I'm saying is I provided bed and board to a mouse all winter long.

I tried the trap various times. I tried a different trap. I baited it with everything I thought a mouse could want. No go. Finally I just kind of gave in, bought real mouse food instead of bird seed and just made it a routine to replenish and rewater every other day. The mouse never came out. I never found a single poop or nibble anywhere in the kitchen, though from time to time I would hear little gnawing sounds or the unmistakable sound of a tiny mouse body doing tiny mouse things in one of the now empty, lower cabinets. I did find all the little holes in the cabinet though because the mouse smell did leak out of them and there's now decorative painter's tape in several areas. Everything that had been in the cabinets now found new homes in my bookcase. The Underneath was Mousey Territory now and we both stayed on our sides of that demarcation.

And then, one day, early this spring, I went to change the food and no one had eaten it. I kept an eye on things for almost two weeks but whoever my little surprise house elf friend had been, they didn't need my mouse food anymore. I keep a suspicious and sharp eye out but no mousey poop or chewed bags showed up anywhere else in the house. Maybe he died somewhere under the counter, asleep in a little curled ball in its nest of dandelion down I'd left for it but I never smelled anything whenever I opened the cabinets. I like to think he found a gap between the cabinets and the wall and is now running free, living his best mousey life in the newly planted corn fields with a wild story to tell all his mousey friends.

The cabinets remain empty and will continue to do so for the rest of my time here. If he did find a way out, I see no reason to encourage anyone else to move back in.

Did you ever find out how they were getting into your house? Was it seasonal for you as well?

#mouse #mice #rodents #mouse problems #storytelling #mouse story #story #ask answering #randomlifeunit #cottagecore #cause hey #cottagecore ain't all pretty pictures and white dresses

[ozimagines]

Any thoughts on Chico being a parent?

I have a couple, thanks for asking😂 I love the idea of Chico as a dad, and have played around with it in fanfiction. He loves hard. That’s gotta mean something, right?

Chico Guerra as a Parent would include…

He’s not exactly the classic “fatherly” type

He never really saw himself with kids and a family

Mostly because he never thought he could

(I write Chico with an older brother, Roberto (Bobby), who joined El Norte before him on the outside and when his older brother was killed in a gang war, he just stayed because that’s all he’s ever known. This is important for how I view him)

He’s reckless and wild

But he’s kind to kids, always

Even before he has ones of his own

He was always the “cool cousin” at family functions

There are lines even criminals don’t cross

His stomach turns when he heard about Beecher’s son

He’s up every night for a week wondering how terrified that little boy must have been up until the end

Breaks his heart💔

When he gets a chance for kids, adopted or biological, he surprises everyone at how he is with them

He’s not necessarily a perfect dad, but he’s a loving dad

Supportive

Chico likes to get on his knees to talk to his kids

His friends think it’s “fruity” but the kids really like someone meeting them at their level

He always makes it seem like they’re getting away with something

“Here’s three dollars, don’t tell mom/dad.”

“Can you keep a secret? I always wanted to be an astronaut. Shhhhh…”

*making chocolate chip pancakes* “and now we add extra chocolate and don’t tell anyone about it.”

The kids love it, they feel like he really sees them

He loves kids; they say the weirdest stuff

“You think spinach tastes like horse feet? Ok. Explain.” 😂

Big fan of putting his kids on his shoulders or neck

They always get the best views at all shows and parades

Fuck the people behind him tho

Only the best for his kids

Sees them as an extension of Bobby; giving them the life his brother never had

He is SHIT in the kitchen… but literally anytime his kids are hungry, he’s on his feet asking what they want…

even though he knows fuck all about kid tastes

“Ok… an afterschool snack…” *rifles past the beer and cornflakes* “umm…”

His significant other comes home to find the kitchen a mess but some very happy children eating what Chico calls “sugar seizure bagels”

(Bagels with jelly, marshmallows, chocolate chips, chocolate syrup, and sprinkles)

Likes to toy with his kids

“Ok… we have spicy lobster and squishy peas or… cosmic brownie?”

“BROWNIE!”🥰

“Hmmmm okay, if you’re sure…”😂

Chico’s in charge of the pantry

Comic brownies, devil dogs, roll ups and gushers… looks like a fallout shelter for a five year old millionaire.

Makes breakfast every Sunday; egg bagel sandwiches he personalizes for each kid.

Keeps trying to add stuff to show off for his kids

Doesn’t realize they think it’s perfect with just a little cheese lol

Kids watch cartoons while dad cooks

Dad making comments from the kitchen

“Y’think he’s ever gonna get that mouse?”

“Wish my car worked just sticking my feet out of it…”

“No. You cannot call me papa Smurf. Please.”

Likes it when the kids take naps on his chest afterwards

That’s something he’d miss terribly as they grew up

Until one day after a fight his teenager, seeing him reclining on the couch, just goes and sits next to them, watching tv until they both fall asleep, Chico pulling his kid close.

Chico lets his kids paint his nails but he draws the line at wearing it out.

Though he quite liked the black polish…👀

If you’ve ever watched Liar Liar with “the claw”, Chico has something similar with his kids; the Tickle Police

“Scuse me, ma’am/sir, you know how cute you were going just then? That’s a write up.”🥹

Insists on tucking them in

Will tell stories that may or may not be kid appropriate…

“Then Prince Carlos threw his… drink… at the officer.”

Is INCREDIBLY supportive

Tolerant and Chico Guerra don’t automatically go together… but he wants his kids to have what Bobby didn’t.

“You want to be an engineer? No one’s got a better head than you, kid.”

“A surgeon? I’d go to you if you were my doc. Wouldn’t trust anyone else.”

“You want to be an interpretive dancer… that’s… pretty cool.”😂

No one ever told Chico Guerra that he could do anything

So he wants his kids to know the world is theirs.

When they’re sick, he treats them like royalty

He’ll take off work and stay home with the them, watching movies and refilling their Gatorade.

He never hesitates to cuddle them when they’re sick, often resulting in him getting sick himself.

Chico used to be a huge baby when he got sick

With kids, he wants them to see him as Superman, so he always makes it seem less bad than it is

“Nah kid *blows nose* I’m fine, Daddy’s fine.”

If anyone bullies his kids, he genuinely will not know how to cope

He doesn’t want his kids fighting everyone like he did

But damn does it boil his blood when they get home crying.

He sits with them and talks, listens to what the other kids said or did

“You’re not gonna take this. Next time they fuck with you… *gets look from S/O* *sigh* go tell a grown up.”

He’s trying really hard to be a positive influence

He doesn’t want his kids to had the life he did

When his kids are old enough to learn about gangs in the neighborhood, Chico tries to explain.

“They’re gonna pretend they’re your friends and they’re not. I’m saving twenty years of your life here, kid.”

When some of his old “friends” talk about recruiting his boy, Chico almost breaks parole.

“Let me make this painfully clear…”

Every day he tries to protect his kids from men like him, and it changes his view of life.

If his kids are happy, he decides, then his life won’t have been a waste

And when you ask family friends and onlookers, Chico Guerra has some happy fucking kids.

Bonus: the movie Inside Out made him cry. He watches a lot of movies with his kids but that movie just quirked something inside of him. He loves that fucking movie.

#hbo oz #oz meme #chico guerra

[pianostarinwonderland]

Okay, Azul isn’t one of my favorite characters or anything like that, but I had this idea going around my head like a logo on a tv screen that never hits the corner perfectly. It’s full of typos and it’s more of a ramble than anything else, but you’re the person who knows more about Azul than anyone I follow, so I drop this metaphorical dead mouse on your doorstep like a cat waiting for pats. (Pats being “is he too ooc?” “Is this even Azul at this point?”)

You can just ignore it, I don’t want you to feel pressured to read it or comment on it or anything, I just literally don’t know what to do with this so…

I hope you enjoy!

The child of an aristocratic family befriends an octopus merman.

The mcs family live by the sea, in a very big mansion, full of servants.

The Mc is always slipping out to go to the ocean instead of going to class. They just stay there, sitting on the sand and chilling, in a remote place with some rocks to hide them and that part of the beach.

One day someone appears there. A child octopus merman. Azul.

Initially he wants to run away from the protagonist, but they notice he is crying and try to make him happy, by talking to him and making jokes.

He doesn’t reveal why he is there or why he is sad (he ran away from his bullies), but the Mc doesn’t mind. They just like having a friend their age, and so they decide to give him a gift.

The mc’s grandfather was an inventor of wacky stuff, and he made a spoon with the handle of a fishtail, that when hit against something makes a meow sound.

So they let him borrow it, with the condition that he return next time with the spoon to see another wacky invention.

And they build a friendship from there, with Azul coming every week at around the same time to see the Mcs wacky stuff, and listening to them talk about their life.

Until one day, he actually starts answering, and they start having full on conversations.

A scene where the Mc is practicing dancing like a waltz at the beach while Azul looks on, not being able to dance with them.

And then one day, the tweels appear, wanting to see Azuls little friend.

They strike an odd friendship (at least the Mc thinks) and even though Azul is kinda jelly in the beginning they eventually become a quartet.

A scene where the Mc walks through a path of rocks into a bigger rock further down the sea, and they have a picnic there, but then the tide gets high and the Mc can’t go back, so they’re carried by their friends.

On the MCs birthday, on Azuls birthday and on New Year’s Day, Azul and the Mc meet at night every year, to wish each other happy birthday or happy new year.

They send messages in bottles to each other, with the Mc starting by gifting one to Azul and then Azul writing one back and sending it in the same bottle.

As they get older they keep on being friends, but Azul has fallen in love with the Mc, but he thinks they’ll never love him, because they saw him when he was the uncool fat octopus.

One day, the Mc tells him their family wants them to find a fiancé, so they’re sending invites to various important young men to come to their house and court the Mc.

Azul sees it as an opportunity to woo the Mc, so he uses magic to turn himself human, and uses charm magic to be unrecognizable by the Mc, doing the same to the tweels.

He uses his connections to get expensive clothes and stuff, and presents himself to mcs parents as a very rich merchant interested in their child.

The MCs parents are smitten by him, and invite him to stay as long as he likes, giving him a luxurious room, but the Mc dislikes his fakeness and the tweels attitudes.

So Azul starts courting the Mc, buying them lavish jewelry, showering them in gifts and shallow compliments, following what he had read people do when courting, but the Mc seems to dislike him more every time.

Some time passes and it’s New Years. The MCs parents let Azul chaperone them around town, and they end up at a festival where couples are dancing.

Azul invites the Mc to dance and they agree to be polite. He is not very good at it, but feels elated to finally be able to dance with the Mc, like he had always wanted, and he and the Mc end up having a great night and speaking like friends again.

At the end of the night, Azul drops the Mc at home, and even though he knows the Mc is going to the beach to see the octopus him, he doesn’t want to go. He wants to keep going as human Azul, because he believes that is how he is going to get their heart.

He goes to sleep, and in the morning, seeing that the Mc isn’t in their room yet, he goes to the beach.

He sees them shivering from the cold, wrapped in a shawl and waiting for their friend that never came, dried tracks of tears on their face.

Azul feels bad, but he knows this is the right way. Isn’t it?

The days keep passing, and Azul overhears the maids talking about how their young master is in love with someone. He freaks out, and tries to be suave while demanding they tell him who.

The maids say they don’t know who, but their master has all the signs of someone in love, whispering words of love in their sleep, disappearing to “study” but coming back with sand in their clothes, rereading the same letters while sighing and smiling, and then safekeeping them on a special box.

Shady octopus thanks them, and asks Jade to infiltrate Mcs room to find those letters.

When Jade returns, the only letters he found that were hidden in a special box are the ones Azul wrote.

Azul doesn’t believe it, or more like, doesn’t want to believe it. The maids are always gossiping. They must have seen you reading the letters and concocted such a heartbreaking rumor.

He leaves to the beach, where he feels comfortable, in the place with the rocks .

The Mc finds him there, in his octopus form, and hugs him, saying they miss him so much, and his absence has made them have the courage to say something.

They give him the spoon with the fishtail handle, and tell him that since the moment they had given him the spoon, they had loved him

His heart stops beating. He has spent all this time trying to be someone else, anyone else for MCs love, when he had it from the start.

And he cries once more, with the spoon in his hand and Mc by his side.

anon . . . aon i . . I I IIiiIiIiIfiJDIL skfnsidoisnh92u0u80Uj;oK[P][WEFP}P}P}P}{DPA][S[AI()

??? A./DS,FD/AGIRL ?? /? HU HU HHFLKSFKLSNLKSDLFMLSKDGLSL SLKDGMSDLG

unfollow me now this is the only thing I'll be talking about for a week.

Ok I'm going to be completely honest, when I got this ask in my inbox, I was overwhelmed by the length. Then when I read the first part, it was the typical MC and Azul meet on the beach as children, and I immediately got bored with it because it's a very common trope for Azul fics.

But then I decided to read this for real because I'm trying to answer my backlog as much as I can, and . . and holy shit, I regret judging this so harshly at first.

Like ?? I love how well thought out and unique the friendship is, first of all??? There's the whole "MC comforts Azul as he's crying" meeting, but then there's the whole MC having a grandpa who has these wacky ass inventions?? It sort of reminded me of The Little Mermaid with the eccentricity of the spoon with the fishtail end (and does it really make a cat sound or is that a typo? well not complaining if it's the former, it honestly adds something to the wackiness).

And then them greeting each other on their birthdays, new years, and other holidays?? That's just so cute??? 😭😭😭 But best of all, the letters that they send to each other????? First of all, sending messages in a bottle to the sea always has a sad connotation to me as someone who is cursed to know Regret Message HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA but BUT just them sending messages and being able to receive it and ????? IT'S SO CUTE IT'S SUCH A CUTE WAY OF KEEPING IN CONTACT WITH EACH OTHER and I'm just so uwehhh

and yet still despite that, Azul continues to grow to become similar to how we know him in-game. I think with how frequent that he visits them (every week), he wouldn't exactly turn out to be the same as we know him in game because this time, he has a more positive influence in his life (MC). This is probably my main gripe with MC/Azul childhood fics because often the idea of Azul being different from how we know him to be. so what I'd be thinking is that there's a point in time where Azul stops visiting (probably out of shame or mom found out and scolded him for wandering off), then afterwards the letters come in

moving on, I was just ready to slam my fist on the table when Azul's like no MC can't love me they've seen me already in my ugliest and I'm like NO !!!! YOU BITCHASS MOTHERFUCKER THAT'S NOT IT !!!!!!! YOU FUCKING DUMBASS !!!!!!!!!!!

and then when he woo'd MC so that he'd have a chance with them AND IT TURNS OUT SO FAKE AND MC DISLIKED IT SO MUCH and I'm here about to throw hands like AZUL....... AZUL PLEASE ............

but then the dance scene .. . .... . .and then they talk as friends there HKFSDNFSFOSIHGNOSINOGOSDG can you imagine MC feeling a sense of deja vu??????? Or they just feel so happy because Azul has always made them feel alive when they talk, and this rich merchant man is making her feel the same way...... and maybe that moment made them miss Azul (as in the octoboy) all the more ;;;

ugh and then the LETTERS and the MAIDS GOSSIPING ABOUT THEM BEING IN LOVE LIKE NKSNFKSDNKJFNSDF IT'S SUCH A NICE CALLBACK TO LITTLE MERMAID WHEN ARIEL HERSELF WAS IN LOVE AND WHATNOT

AND AZUL IS LIKE WHO'S THIS FUCKER THAT TOOK MY MC'S HEART and turns out he's the fucker WWWWWWWWWW

AND THEN FINALLY FUCKING FINALLY AFTER SEEING THAT THE LETTERS MC WOULD READ LOVINGLY ARE HIS LETTERS, HE REALIZES OH SHIT THEY LOVE ME FOR ME AND THEN GOES BACK TO THE OCEAN AND SEES THEM AND MC GOES AZUL I MISS YOU SO MUCH YOU DON'T KNOW HOW LONG I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU AND THEN THEY CONFESS AND AZUL'S LIKE I had them all along........... YEAH YOU DID YOU DUMABSS YOU FUCKING DID

ughhhh I'm just .. anon I actually want to write this, you make me want to write again GUHGFUDOGOHDFOGOG IT'S JUST SO CUTE UUUUUUUUUUUUU

#twisted wonderland #twst #azul ashengrotto #ask

[littlemousejelly]

I’d like to imagine Kara asks Lena to marry her while she’s inside her. And Lena’s like “Jesus, okay, yes, now can we get back to what we were just doing”

lena gasps as she sinks down into kara's lap and onto her strap. her forehead knocks against kara's but she doesn't notice, too caught up in stretching around thick silicone and trying to steady her breathing.

"jesus, fuck," she breathes, just as kara groans, "oh my god, marry me."

"what?" lena says.

"what?" kara says.

lena shifts in her lap and stifles another gasp, slipping her fingers into the baby hairs at the nape of kara's neck.

"we'll put a pin in it," she decides, then eagerly rocks her hips forward.

—

an hour or so later, lena can't feel anything except the way her cunt keeps clenchclenching around kara's strap. she distantly hears herself whimpering with every languid, rolling aftershock and relaxes further into her gelatinous state.

kara squeezes her gently, arms wrapped around her waist.

"i love you," she murmurs, and when lena blinks her eyes open and into focus, kara is looking up at her with such devotion that lena feels a resounding ache echo like a love song in her chest.

"yes," she suddenly says, remembering.

"what?" kara asks, cheeks flushed and so, so lovely.

"yes," lena repeats, a giddy grin tugging her lips and voice up. "let's get fucking married, baby."

#anonymouse #mouse writes a little jelly #teeheehee heehoohoo

[aromanticbuck]

I want to preface this with I respect your decision as a writer to have mouse not drink caffeine as a recovering addict.

But I would also like to say that some addicts turn to other "benign" addictive substances while in the recovery phase and then wean off of them, in turn, to help with withdrawals and to soothe the ache of having been addicted and missing the substance, it's a way to cope. So that may have been deliberate on the part of the writers, but even if it wasn't, it still makes sense from an addiction standpoint, particularly if the recovery is undertaken mostly on your own. A substitute is sometimes even recommended by professionals. Things like sugar (jelly beans) and caffeine, (energy drinks, coffee) are common for people in recovery to turn to!

I'm used to people pushing back against that headcanon because "tea has caffeine too!!!" (I know that, because I have to watch what tea I buy, personally, so I don't get anything that doesn't have a crazy caffeine content because I'm cutting back so much myself) so I was braced for that. This is a very pleasant surprise, and something I didn't personally consider because I can research and babble and talk myself in circles any day of the week, but I freely admit that I have very little relevant experience in the realm of addiction.

I did recognize that habit with the jellybeans! Although, I think that's a little bit easier to pick up on considering what little we know about Mouse's past substance abuse - the only real concrete detail is Jay's "popping pills" comment in 4x02, and as a lover of jellybeans (and someone who is on prescription medication), I know the shape and the mouthfeel. I realized he's snacking on jelly beans in 4x04 of Chicago Fire and immediately made the connection of "oh, that's potentially an open opportunity for angst! that might be a way of self-medicating his own self-medication!"

Alternatively, I know that some of the times we see Jay snacking or eating or drinking something on screen, it's just Jesse needing a snack on a long set day. So this could very feasibly be Sam just munching or grabbing something he thinks looks good or he planted in the fridge during the take.

Personally, I am very hesitant to think the writers did something like that on purpose, simply because the writing around Mouse, specifically was... not good. I have quite a few complaints about how underused he was even as a side character, the way the team treated him, all of that. I just feel like they didn't put enough thought into Mouse as a character to make a little decision with big meaning like that? Especially when we see him high and a little off the legal rails in 1x15, his first appearance, there's a short conversation about it when he appears again in 2x16, and then absolutely nothing else about him or his backstory outside of Jay in any capacity until 4x02 when he got his past addiction and felony record thrown in his face.

That being said, I could be wrong! I wasn't in the writers' room, and I don't know what they or Sam were thinking when those scenes were being written and filmed. It could have also been a directorial decision made on the spot when they were filming the scene!

I was going to put a gif of Mouse with the energy drink here but apparently I don't have one that actually shows the can??? Weird. I'll have to add that to my list of things to make after the move when I get settled in.

But thank you for the insight! I probably won't change how I write him, just because 90% of the time I ignore canon and write in AUs anyway, but it definitely adds some interesting depth to those scenes when I rewatch them! 💜

#answered #anon #alex says things #mouse gerwitz #greg gerwitz #greg mouse gerwitz #cpd #chicago pd #one chicago #addictions cw #drug use cw

[hag-o-hags]

last weekend I went way too hard, and by Sunday night I was running on completely empty. not even partying hard, just. Ikea and redecorating and blah blah blah blah blah, in our mid-30s we ball.

all this week I've been OUT, batteries dead, zero energy, can't brain for shit, plus Mon/Tues/Wed I have a sore throat, so I'm hitting it with alka-seltzer the first couple days, till it starts to feel better and I'm just drinking SO much tea.

Wednesday the Dizzy starts. By Thursday, I can't sit up without everything spinning, and through Sunday, I have to be flat on my back. Getting up to feed the creachurs is exhausting, disorienting, and generally miserable, let alone feeding myself. Dramamine does nothing. Also, super bonus, my body fucking hurts because I can't move!

Surprise, this is exactly what getting over La Rona felt like, except I don't have La Rona.

Since November I've been sort of operating on yes, this is still LongTallShortFatCovid in the absence of enough data to officially diagnose it, so let's just behave like it's ME/CFS and see what happens. So, supine on the sofa on Sunday, I'm trying to figure out if Gentle Stretches™ are a good or bad idea with post-exertional malaise (the hallmark ME/CFS symptom that I am pretending I know I have for reasons of science). Because, again, I am stiff and sore and I fucking ache.

I know that unfortunately there's a LOT of anecdata and not much hard review around symptom relief, but I also know there's quite a lot of people trying to figure out what works. One person's dribbly candles and magic circles and stuffed crocodile hanging from the ceiling and 13 other chronically ill people chanting the universe's esoteric and black history leads to another person's 4 cc of mouse blood and three small sticks.

I found a blog with a good enough balance of science vs multiple personal experiences that it felt worth digging into -- also Gentle Stretches™ probably not gonna make PEM worse, thank god, sitting yoga ahoy. Some people found NSAIDs or steroids helped them to recover, but the really interesting one to me was a couple very very very small studies about Dextromethorphan Hbr, an OTC cough suppressant.

That tinged a tiny little ding in my foggy jelly brain, and I rooted around like a drunk opossum until I found the alka-seltzer box in the recycling. (Coulda looked this up online. But again, jelly brain.) The cough suppressant is DXM Hbr. And it's got aspirin. I'd been taking a little ibuprofen all week because Ache, so it wasn't necessarily the NSAID. But when I phased out the cough suppressant, that's when the dizzy started.

It's just a correlation, I've got n=1 here. I know that. But I took a standard dose of OTC cough syrup (DXM Hbr and guaifenesin -- no NSAIDs), and in a couple hours I could get up, and walk around the yard and water the plants, despite being kinda dizzy. I started some laundry. I kept taking it just according to the directions yesterday, and today, for the first time in an ENTIRE WEEK, I can think enough to write, I can go upstairs without needing to sit after, and I'm a little lightheaded but I'm not stumbling.

Placebo is a thing of course, but also, Dramamine couldn't touch this, even though it helped last time. Day by day it was getting worse, not better, and I was laying on the couch because I'd finally managed to finish a shower but I couldn't be upright any more afterward.

(All shower euphoria is erased when I gotta sit flopped on the ground towing the faucet hose around my head and trying not to blast my eyeballs out.)

I have an appointment with my doctor on Wednesday. I'm really lucky -- she's been great thus far, and takes me seriously when I say wacky things like I HAVE AN HYPOTHESIS REGARDING THESE SYMPTOMS, CAN WE LOOK INTO THEM. ("Yes and also would you like a referral to get spayed").

That being said, Saturday morning, I cried and cried, feeling like I had to hold onto the sofa to not fall off, because I'm scared and frustrated and angry and grieving. Grief is probably the worst because right now I don't know what I've lost. If I've lost anything. If this is real, if it's going to pass, if I'm panicking ... or if this is my life. Other disabilities have taken things from me -- doors that get closed and then bricked over. This feels like I could get shut in one room forever, like. Yes you, the Stress Powered Engine, who lives for pushing eustress as close to distress as you possibly can for fun and profit! Doing that will now hit you like a semi at highways speeds!

Or, I could recover. I don't have the data to know.

#long tall short fat covid #shhhhh journalling on the tumbly pumblies #i aborted so many Complains over the course of last week on the grounds of not being able to think #we will now be chucking thinkythoughts like baby birds out of nest enjoy

[nuggets-and-french-fries]

~Taron Egerton: ‘T was the night before Christmas.

Note: Before you read this imagine, just know that I took creative liberties with it and may have taken inspiration from a very well know Christmas poem. It may not make much sense and things may not rhyme but I had fun writing it.

I also want to note here that this is not the Taron Christmas imagine I keep saying I will post but don’t, this is another one that I hope will tide you over until I can finish editing the other one. 

Another note here is that all Welsh translations (according to google translate) will be listed at the end of this imagine.

Please enjoy and I will see you shortly for the other Christmas imagine.

===

‘T was the night before Christmas and all through the hospital, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; the babies were wrapped up by their mother’s blissful side in hopes that Sain Nicolas soon would be there.

The parents were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of their newborns danced in their heads; and the nurses in their scrubs and the doctors in their coats had just settled down for a warm winter’s night cap.

When out in the car park there arose such a clatter, Taron sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window he flew like a flash, tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow gave the luster of mid-day to the cars down below, when, what to his wandering eyes should appear, but a sleigh and eight tiny reindeer.

With an old Welsh driver so lively and quick, he knew in that moment that it must be Sant Nick. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, and he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:

“Nawr, Dasher! nawr, Dawnsiwr! nawr, Prancer! a Vixen! Ar Comed! ymlaen, Cupid! ymlaen, Rhoddwr a Blitzen! I ben y porch! I ben y wal! Nawr dash i ffwrdd! Dash i ffwrdd! Dash i ffwrdd i gyd!”

As dry leaves that before the Hurricane fly, when they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky; so up to the rooftop the coursers they flew, with the sleigh full of toys and Sain Nicolas too.

And then, in a twinkling, Taron heard on the roof the prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As he drew in his head, and was turning around, down the imaginary chimney Sain Nicolas came with a bound.

He was dressed up in fur, from his head to his foot, and his clothes were tarnished with what looked like ashes and soot; a bundle of toys he had flung onto his back, he looked like a peddler just opening his Christmas pack.

His eyes- how they twinkled! His dimples how merry! His cheeks were like roses, and his nose like a cherry! His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, and the beard on his chin was whiter than snow.

The stump of his pipe he held in his teeth, and the smoke it encircled his head like a green Christmas wreath; He had a broad face and a little round belly, that shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of delicious jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old Welsh elf, and Taron laughed when he saw him, in spite of himself, A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, soon let Taron know that he had nothing to dread; he spoke not a word, but went straight to work, filling the make shift stocking before turning with a jerk, and laying a finger on the side of his nose, giving a nod up the chimney he rose.

He sprang back into his sleigh, to his team gave another whistle, and away they all flew like the down of a thistle, but Taron heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,

“Nadolig hapus i bawb, ac i bob un noson dda.”

With the jolly old man now vanished from sight, Taron turned to his twins with the look of pure delight. He bent down and gave them each a kiss, bidding them a sweet and peaceful good night’s rest.

“Croeso i'r byd fy darling David a Joy.”

===

Translations (according to Google Translate):

1: Sain Nicolas: Saint Nicholas.

2:  Nawr, Dasher! nawr, Dawnsiwr! nawr, Prancer! a Vixen! Ar Comed! ymlaen, Cupid! ymlaen, Rhoddwr a Blitzen! I ben y porch! I ben y wal! Nawr dash i ffwrdd! Dash i ffwrdd! Dash i ffwrdd i gyd!: “Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer! and Vixen! On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Doner and Blitzen! To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall! Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”

3:  Nadolig hapus i bawb, ac i bob un noson dda: “Happy Christmas to all and to all a good night.”

4:  Croeso i'r byd fy darling David a Joy.: “Welcome to the world my darling David and Joy.

===

Tag List: @elizami11s​ @geo-winchester​

#taronegerton #taron egerton blurb #taronegertonimagines #taronegertonfanfic #taronegertononeshot #taronegertonxreader #taronegertonxy/n #taron egerton x you #dad!taron

[poisonthefuckingwell]

An essay on the American civil war.

By Tophran Flipgus

The American civil war was the division of the union. Brother against brother. Tall hat against shorter hats. In 1976 grover Cleveland gave the Gettysburg address which would embroil the union in the rodent invasion for twenty six groovy groovy years. Abraham Lincoln lived to be six hundred and forty five times and would bear forty nine children from his own womb, which he crafted from a stove pipe and all the pennies that would fit in his hat. Slavery is often cited as the primary cause for the civil war. This is because that's literally what they were fighting about. That was the whole bit.

Are you dense? Were you raised in Florida? Is Mickey mouse burrowed so deep in your sinus cavity that you hear naught but the dulcet tones of the song of the south? Evidence shows that splash mountain is extremely overrated, but in 18312, Robert e Lee accidently shot himself while trying to do that one trick from that movie where they curve the bullets. It had Angelina Jolie in it I think. I wanted to see if. The trailer looked pretty impressive. Experts later agreed the film was middling at best and probably a sign of a stark downturn in Angelina Jolie's career. Thankfully it did at least spawn one very good episode of Myth busters. Robert e Lee left behind a loaf of bread as his sole heir. Sadly it would be burnt in an uncleaned toaster mere days later. Ulysses s Grant declared the bread slices "good enough for the union" and made an extremely mediocre peanut butter and jelly sandwich in the smoldering remains. Harriet Tubman is a national treasure deserving of a final resting place on the 20 dollar bill. When asked about where we would put Andrew Jackson, judges gave us a zero out of ten. Trail of tears? More like Snail of tears. I no longer remember where I was going with this. In this essay I will convince you to give me at least an a. Mla citation. Gettysburg. Little grey hats that look like they have been sat on. Emancipation station what's your facion picking up adverbs and adjectives and conjugation.

The rest of the world waited with baited breath as the great American asparagus seemed to by prolapsing inward less then a centennial after is revolutionary birth on the formth of July. Hamilton covers the events leading up to the founding of such a nation, and so too does the musical 1776. Both biopics are musicals focusing on a founding father and the one thing they have in common is they're both bizarrely horny. Hamilton famously features a song about the petticoat candle in which American politician Lin Manuel Hernandez makes moves on a lady and feels a little bad about it. Factually the real Hamilton felt no guilt at all due to being in actuallity three geckos in a trenchcoat. All hail gecko Rushmore, the one true heir of the backingham lincler. 1776 has that song Jefferson's wife sings about how much she adopted Jefferson's violin playing when in actuality she is definitely singing about bed gymnastics. It was not subtle. no song exist about him forcing himself on one of their slaves though. Wonder why that is. Wild. It's an excellent musical if you haven't seen it. Ben Franklin is played by that guy from Mary Poppins. The ceiling guy. You know the one. Fat snagglepuss.

I'm conclusion, Texas was never actually allowed to legally secede from the union. The whole point of the civil war was to stop states from doing that. Why would they let them have a stipulation like that in their constitution right after getting them annexed again. That's an urban legend and not a very convincing one.

Florida however can succede at any time for any reason on grounds that wes all be better off if it drifted off to the Bermuda triangle were it belongs and let decent folk be

Thank you for reading my essay on the civil war. I hope you enjoyed grading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Citations and foot notes are a hearty party of any blanched burka fest and viewers like you.

#five paragraph essay #history essay #civil war #american revolution #essay for sale

[yelyahnaloj]

Day 3

Accomplishments:

AHHHHH

Anyway,

I was out on JBLM land (military base) and I had to use the bathroom (which means the woods, which we were actually in a prairie, so I had to walk to the nearest woods) and anyway I walked across the field without stepping on a land mine, which although I was reassured was a low chance, it was an accomplishment none the less because it was a nonzero chance and most likely a much greater chance than walking through regular civilian land. (Also they regularly set the field on fire, which I would think would find all the land mines, but whatever, still). 

Also, that was probably the first time in years that I had peed outside, which isn’t really an accomplishment, except I could’ve chosen try to wait it out and end up peeing my pants instead, which was my original plan (except the second part) but I didn’t.

I took pictures of so many plants that I wanted to identify later, but I didn’t have phone service (who has time for guidebooks). So later, I uploaded a bunch of plant pics to iNaturalist and called that a day. 

I learned the difference between Camus and Death Camus. Apparently Camus has soft and rubbery “leaves” that curve inward “inviting you in” and the Death Camus has hard leaves pointing outward. I still don’t like the idea of eating something that could get confused with something with “death” in the name, not that anyone is pressuring me to. But you can’t help but wonder “should I try harvesting some sometimes?... Nah...”

I learned to use a range finder, but it hurts my eyes to looks through because it does that thing where the little circle where you can actually see stuff keeps moving and you just see black and you keep having to adjust your eyes and the position of the range finder to see clearly. 

Observations:

So apparently the pale, dull spots on the wall that you can only see at an angle are also in a less circular pattern by the entrance into the apartment. Still not sure what causes it. Rubbing?

I saw so much grass in a prairie. It’s actually kinda precious to see a grown adult gingerly pluck a blade of grass and show it to you, telling you its name. That’s what I like about the science field, like most adults if you point out details about the world, they would be like “Who gives a shit.” In this case, “It’s grass... It’s a plant...”. But to a scientist it’s several different similar looking plants, each with a unique name.

I may have learned to identify by sound one new bird: the olive-sided flycatcher. Which my professor associates the sound with “three beers” but I don’t think it sounds anything like that. On the sound recording, the sound kind of looks like a bird. Like if I were to draw a “w” of a bird flying off into the distance. Ironic. A bird-shaped bird call. Also I saw red-tailed hawks. (I should write all this in my nature journal later...) 

There’s a tiny spider that lives in a tiny crack by the window frame in the dining area. Maybe a mouse spider. Also, there was another spider that was hanging out in the same window frame and it was a type of jumping spider. 

The future:

I set up an appointment for next week to talk to some person connected to the study abroad thing about my health form, one, because I mentioned some recent health issues and two, because I mentioned that I am non-binary and I guess they want to see how they could support me because from their point of view I guess they could see there being risk for a visibly queer person to travel abroad, I guess. 

What I ate:

More Mexican chocolate cookies, and I dipped almond flour crackers in fig jelly, which I found out afterward that the crackers have a garlic taste to it, but I actually kind of like it.

I brung the crackers and jelly and cookies and chips with me. I ate the latter two things, and I tossed the chips for a classmate who didn’t bring a lunch to eat some (because the chips were the only thing I didn’t put my unwashed hands in)

I microwaved a baked potato and fried kale and a steak for dinner, which I put salt and nutritional yeast on. Before that I went to the Greenery and got the salad that I described before and the cucumber water. Also, some sweet potato fries. I got a kombucha from the campus convenience store as well as one of those blueberry, chia seed pouches. 

#jblm #prairie #ecology #college life #flora #birds #spider #fieldtrip

[ohworm-writes]

A Father's Love

MCYT: Dad!Schlatt Family Scenario

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‼ prompt: Dad!Schlatt family dynamic imagine in which Y/n is Tubbo's older sibling. Pre-DreamSMP Era ‼

Featuring: Dad!Schlatt, Sibling!Tubbo, Philza (mentioned), Tommyinnit (mentioned), Technoblade (mentioned), Wilbur Soot (mentioned)

Warnings: none!

[ 860 word count ]

a/n - comfort fic my beloved- i love the Schlatt and Tubbo family dynamic so much, so i wanted to write about it. also, as stated, this is Pre-DreamSMP, so characters are aged down from canon

content below the cut!

You hum along with the record playing in the background as you make lunch for your family. Your father and brother both watching a cartoon intently on the living room television, your father arguably enjoying it more than your younger brother. You look over at the two, your brother sitting on your father’s lap, eyes wide and mouth slightly open as he watches the cartoon in awe. Your father has one of his arms around your brother, his other hand holding up his head as he keeps his eyes on the TV.

You finish swiping the butter knife coated with jelly across the piece of bread, folding it closed and setting the sandwich to the side. Placing the dirty knife in the sink, you grab the three sandwiches you had made, and making your way over to the two. You sit down on the old green sofa, patches of cloths scattered across the fabric to cover up holes from years of use.

You sigh happily as you lay across the sofa, your dad looking over from his spot next to you. You hold up two of the sandwiches, handing them both to him, which he happily takes. “The peanut-butter and jelly one is for Tubs,” you say, taking a bite out of your own sandwich as your eyes cast to the show playing. You hear him let out a soft laugh, “what happens if I eat it?” You look over at him, a mischievous grin on his face. Tubbo’s attention breaks away from the TV to his dad, holding the sandwich too high above his head.

Your little brother makes grabby hands as your dad laughs at his actions. “Dad, if he cries, you gotta deal with him.” He feigns a look of betrayal, hand held dramatically over his forehead. “Y/n, my flesh and blood, how could you do this to me!” You snort as you laugh, your father joining in at his own actions. Tubbo whines, moving himself to try to reach his lunch. “Sam’wich.”

Your dad groans playfully, begrudgingly giving up the food to his youngest child. Tubbo hungrily takes several bites, leading both you and Schlatt to make sure he doesn’t choke. “Bubs! Slow down!” Schlatt gives and awkward laugh as Tubbo finishes his bites, eating at a much slower pace. He runs his hands through the boy’s brown locks of hair, surprised when he feels two bumps under them.

“Holy shit!” Your eyes widen as you glare at your father, “dad! Tubs is right there!” He pays no attention to your remark as he moves his son’s hair aside, staring adoringly at the sight of the two horns sprouting from his head. “He’s startin’ to grow his horns, Y/n!”

That makes your eyes widen, a smile making its way onto your face as you scoot over to see better. You rest your head against your father’s arm, taking a peek at the two light brown numbs on the top of his head. Tubbo pays no mind to the both of your antics, much more entertained by the cat and mouse on the screen a few feet away.

You laugh happily as your dad runs his hand over them happily, ruffling up your brother’s hair. “I don’t remember you being this excited over my horns, dad,” you remark, taking another bite out of your sandwich as your dad’s brows furrow. You laugh as he tries to come up with an excuse for himself.

“Well, uhm, you were like 5, Y/n, how would you remember?” You shrug your shoulders, smiling as you subconsciously trace your finger over your own horns. They were much smaller compared to your dad’s, but still beautiful and just as impressive. “Besides, we’ve been waiting on Tubs to grow his horns for months, and what kind of dad would I be if I wasn’t excited!”

You chuckle, “sure dad, sureeee.” He had a point, Tubbo should have started to grow his horns months ago, so you guessed you could let him slide this once. As you finished your sandwich, and your dad started in on his, you remembered something. “Oh, dad,” you called, turning your head towards him as he took a bute out of his lunch, mumbling a ‘huh’ as he chewed.

“I was wondering if me and Tubs could go over to Mr. Minecraft’s house tomorrow and see the boys?” His eyes widened, “Tommy’s dad, right?” You nodded. You only ever saw your friends Wilbur and Techno at school, and since Tommy and Tubbo were best friends, it seemed like the perfect plan.

He contemplated it for a moment as he moved Tubbo of his lap, getting up to go wash his hands. He wanted to talk to another parent about raising you two, seeing as he was struggling with the whole ‘single dad’ situation. “That’s fine, I’ll come with you guys too.”

You pumped the air with your fists excitedly, getting off the couch and giving your dad a hug from behind as you mumbled a few thousand thank you’s to him. In response, he chuckled, patting your hands. “Yeah, yeah, sure thing.”

“I love you dad” “Love you too, kiddo”

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