#sorry for any spelling mistakes I’ll read over this later LMAO

[15-dogs]

hugger |n.s.|

pairing: newt scamander x reader

summary: you begin to develop feelings for newt, your employer, and accidentally do the one thing he hates: hugs (super super fluffy! pining, friends to lovers, takes place in between fbawtft and fb:tcog)

warnings: extremely minimal swearing, getting injured (nothing serious!), a niffler giving birth (?)

guide: (Y/N) = your name, italics = flashback

word count: 2.1K

a/n: this was supposed to be a blurb LMAO i rewatched fantastic beasts and unearthed my 8th grade crush on him which gave me this as a product! i hope you like it!!

“Denied again?” you asked Newt. He gave you a curt nod as he paced towards the Kelpie pool. 

You frowned; he always seemed to get quieter after he returned from the Ministry. It had been his third attempt to regain his international passport and, of course, his third run in with his brother, Theseus. And you knew how complicated their relationship was. Newt never really talked about Theseus, except for the offhand comments he would make about him.

So far, all you had gathered about the mysterious Scamander was that he was tall, an Auror, and quite the hugger. You nearly burst out laughing when Newt had mentioned that last little fact about his brother as if it were reason enough to dislike him.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Scamander, but that just doesn’t seem like something to hate a person over.”

Newt exhaled in quiet laughter as he pet a Mooncalf, grabbing some treats from the bucket he held. He flashed a kind smile at the Mooncalf before turning off and dropping the bucket to the ground, staring you down from across his basement.

“You haven’t met Theseus, then.”

Newt refused to meet your eyes as he joined you in caring for the Leucrotta. You chewed your lip— perhaps you were making a mistake, talking to him so plainly. He was your employer, after all. You weren’t there to help him make nice with his older brother.

Yet, you continued to speak as if you were a personal acquaintance of his. “What I’m trying to say is you’re an incredibly kind, sweet person, Mr. Scamander.” 

That got his attention. His head slowly raised to meet yours, and when he saw you were already looking at him, he looked away. But that did not deter you. 

“You refer to yourself as these creatures’ mother!” you announced with playful exasperation. That got to him, a soft, harmonic chuckle escaping his lips. “You have such a big heart. I suppose I’m just a little shocked that hugging is the disqualifier.”

Newt’s smile faded as he processed your words. You saw his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed, thick with emotion. He then shook his head as if it would drive the feelings away, pointing you off towards another creature in need of care.

“Well, what are you going to do?” you prodded, making your way beside him. “Try again?”

“Yes,” he stated with a nonchalant shrug, “that’s exactly what I plan on doing. And I’ll keep at it until I get that ban lifted.”

You snorted. “I can see why you were a Hufflepuff— dedication like no other, Mr. Scamander.” 

Newt glanced up at you with a lopsided grin that had your stomach flipping for a moment. The tips of your ears began to heat up and you prayed to Merlin that your hair covered them.

You had known for a while that you had feelings for Newt. It started cultivating inside you with every adoring smile, every impassioned statement, every quiet appraisal. It had soon grown too big to go unnoticed and you knew you were in far too deep.

“Quiet now, quiet now,” Newt whispered to the little Bowtruckle, “mum’s here.”

You were padding down the steps from his apartment, reading the instructions on the back of a potion vile. He had advised you to get it from his medicine cabinet for your headache but you weren’t entirely sure that you picked up the right one.

“Mr. Scamander…” your voice trailed off at the sight of his maternal tendencies.

“I know, I know,” he cooed, “but change can be a good thing. On you hop.” He continued to pet the small and pouty thing before placing it into the makeshift nest he had created, where it was welcomed by the rest of its friends.

That small moment, seemingly insignificant, had caused you to completely fall for Newt. His soft, green eyes fell upon you with a gentle, questioning look at the potion you held. You nodded, answering his silent question without actually telling the truth because, if Newt could be as seemingly perfect as he was day in and day out, you could suffer with a headache for one day.

“Prepare the ointment, please.”

You raised the large container of ointment that you had mixed together in preparation for Newt’s return. “Don’t have to ask me twice, Mr. Scamander.”

He nodded his head towards a desk where you placed the container down. 

Newt began to take off his trademark royal blue coat, flinging it onto a desk as he conversed with you about your work. “How has Molly been?”

You eyed the pregnant Niffler which was milling about in its cage. “Quite well, actually. She’s due any day now.”

“And the other Nifflers?”

“Niffler-y, as always,” you joked, earning a smile from the sandy haired man before you.

“Lovely.” Newt finally turned around, examining your state. “You’ll join me, won’t you? Kelpie’s are easier with two people.”

“Right, yes, of course.”

“Brilliant.”

You undid the buttons on your blouse with haste so that you stood in your pants and camisole, pulling your hair from your eyes as you prepared to hop into the pool. It wasn’t like it was the first time you’d done this, but each time had your nerves thrumming with anxieties that something would go wrong.

You spun around as you took a step towards the edge of the pool, standing shoulder to shoulder with Newt. He extended his hand without looking down, taking yours in his perfectly rough ones, your mouth instantly going dry. Newt looked over at you, so incredibly close that your noses nearly brushed against one another. He nodded and so did you, both hopping backwards into the pool.

Your camisole popped up from the sudden force and Newt quickly looked away as you tucked it back in to the best of your ability. As soon as you were done, you splashed some water his way, striking him in the chest. His eyes went wide with amusement as he did the same to you, hitting you square in the face.

A small wave knocked the two of you back under, the Kelpie swimming its way towards you. You and Newt managed to grab a hold of it, barely staying on as it bucked you two up and down. 

After about the third time the Kelpie lept from the water, you cemented your grip. You let out a loud whoop as the cold air kissed your wet skin, Newt also cheering beside you. The Kelpie dove deep under the water, preparing to rocket you two up. As it breached the water, Newt sent you a disarming smile that had your hands subconsciously loosening. As the Kelpie snapped back under the water, you were thrown off, your body just narrowly missing the stone columns of the pool and splashing with a loud crack in the water.

“(Y/N)!” Newt cried out. His voice was drowned out by the water and by the fact that the pain from the fall had you slipping in and out of consciousness. It was the last thing you heard before you passed out, deep under the water.

You awoke to smell of a savory broth soup flooding in from the room over. You looked around the familiar space, soon realizing that you were sat on Newt’s couch, a blanket tucked firmly up to your chin. Your cheeks grew warm as you inhaled the scent that was distinctly him, scolding yourself for the childish crush you had developed.

You adjusted yourself, sitting up to see a tray of tinctures on the table beside you with a note that read, “Please take these when you wake! Newt.” You followed his orders, slugging them back with a wince at each unpleasant taste.

But then you heard a strange noise from the basement. It was a mix between a squeak and a whine, concerning enough to pull you from your cozy spot on Newt’s couch. You stood up and peered around the corner, hearing a soft, offkey hum ringing from the kitchen where Newt most likely was cooking his dinner. The sound of his voice warmed your heart and you almost, almost, got up to speak with him but you figured you had caused him enough trouble for the day. So instead, you headed into the basement by yourself.

You gripped the railings on the stairs with immense force, hoping not to fall over. Your body felt sore which you could only attribute to your accident earlier. You stopped at the bottom of the steps, peering around when you were met with a pained cry from the Niffler cage. You ran up to it to see Molly the pregnant Niffler whimpering in pain as another Niffler nudged at her stomach.

“Oh, Merlin,” you muttered, “you’re about to give birth, aren’t you, Molls?”

As if Molly could understand you, she let out a loud squeal.

“Oh, Merlin. Time to put that Hogwarts education to the test, I suppose,” you mumbled to yourself to give yourself the confidence you needed to deliver the little Niffler babies.

You snatched the pair of gloves from beside the cage and tugged them on tight, casting a spell so they’d perfectly fit your hands. You unlocked the cage to take Molly out, moving her into a small tray with bedding in it.

“Okay, Molls, you got this. Mum’s here.” 

You rubbed her stomach in small circles, feeling the baby— no, babies— squirm around. One thing was for certain: you needed Newt.

“Mr. Scamander!” you called upstairs. No response. “Mr. Scamander, please!” Still no response. “Merlin’s beard, Newt! Get down here!”

No later did you hear heavy steps growing louder behind you. “(Y/N)! You’re awake! Are you okay-”

You didn’t have time for his rambling. You sent a panicked look over your shoulder, meeting his wide eyes. “Molly is giving birth. Triplets.”

“Merlin’s beard.” He ran a hand through his hair, ruffling it in contemplation. “How’s she doing?”

“She’s a fighter, I’ll tell you that.”

“What can I do to help you?”

You whipped around. Apparently you’d be delivering the babies. You took in a sobering breath, steadying your shaking hands.

“Something shiny, some snacks, and a towel.”

Newt scrambled around the workspace as fast as he could, dropping the items in front of you. You laid out the towel and snacks beside Molly, massaging her stomach as you felt the babies start to move more than before. It was time. You pulled the shiny object out from behind your back, dangling it above Molly’s head as she delivered three adorable Niffler babies, so distracted by the object that she didn’t realize that she’d given birth. You escorted the babies onto the towel, allowing them to nibble on the snacks as you stripped the gloves off.

“Merlin,” you murmured to yourself in astonishment, “Merlin! I just…”

Newt’s smile was so big it nearly split his face. He nodded, sharing in your excitement. “You did,” he assured.

Completely forgetting about professionalism, you hopped onto him, engulfing him in a tight hug while you laughed melodically. Newt’s thin frame stiffened in your grasp. You gasped, jumping off of him with your hands up.

“I am so sorry, Mr. Scamander. No hugs, I forgot.”

Newt simply stared at you, searching your eyes. You gulped as he took a step closer to you.

“Theseus tends to believe that a hug is just as useful as an apology, so I don’t quite like hugs for that reason.”

“Oh.” You didn’t know what else to say.

The corner of Newt’s lips twitched upwards, looking around before meeting your gaze. He took another step forward before taking you in his arms. You began to wonder if he could feel your heart pounding in your chest, whether he assumed it was from adrenaline or knew that it was him that drove you mad.

“You should be proud of yourself!” He pulled away to look in your eyes, his arms slinking downwards to rest around your waist. “And, please, (Y/N), no more with the Mr. Scamander business. I’d like to think that we’re well acquainted enough for you to call me Newt.”

If professionalism was damned before, it was most certainly damned now.

Merlin, he was so close, you couldn’t help yourself. With your arms wrapped behind his neck, you pulled him into a long overdue kiss. Your heart thundered in your chest but you were too focused on the way his lips melted perfectly into yours, the way he kissed you back with such hunger and vigor that you had to hold onto him tighter, the way you began to smile as he attempted to figure out where to place his hands. 

You pulled away a moment later, Newt following your lips with unpleasant surprise. All you could do was let out a soft chuckle as your cheeks turned pink.

A teasing grin grew on his lips that had your stomach flipping. “I’m positive now that we’re well acquainted enough for you to call me Newt.”

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[lokescurse]

Hello I hope you're feeling better soon and please a - z for naoya and the nsfw alphabet hehe I'm greedy for Naoya content. Sending love and hugs

Thank you~❤️I'm doing okay, still recovering but I was well enough to finish this. I hope the wait was worth it! Some of these letters were already answered for other people, so I'll be linking back to the posts where I put them. Otherwise, here you are, a full alphabet for our favourite little menace of the Zenin clan:

These are gn!Reader friendly!

As one could expect, MDNI, thank you!~ Specific warnings under the cut.

C/D1/K/W1 & B/D2/J/N/W2

Warnings: Mentions of cum, katoptronophilia, limited aftercare, oral sex (both receiving), rough sex, mocking, degradation, humiliation, praise, choking, implied unprotected sex, creampies/cumming inside, detailed descriptions of uncircumcised dick, semi-public sex, quickies, exhibitionism, descriptions of pubic hair, use of toys, sexting, dick pics, overstimulation, dumbification, multiple orgasms, and orgasm denial. Also if there are grammar and spelling mistakes, I’m sorry but I didn’t have the energy to proof read this a million times lol.

A = Aftercare: Aftercare with Naoya is...minimalistic, really. If he’s awake enough after sex, he’ll probably want to wash off with you so that you don’t have to worry about yourself or your bed sheets in the morning, though. This can be a shower or a bath and he doesn’t really have a preference, so if you just want a quick rinse that’s fine & if you’d like to put some scented bath salts in the tub and just soak for a bit, that also works. He’s not really picky during this time (in fact, Post-orgasm Naoya is probably the most agreeable version of him lmao). Anything more than this is a bit of a toss-up, however. He’s probably just gonna want to go straight to bed or he’ll have to even skip the wash, adjust himself, and head off to whatever he has next on his daily agenda. But, if he does get to stay in bed for the night, expect him to also use whatever power he has to sleep in with you the next day.

D = Dirty secret: This is one that even a very beloved partner would have significant difficulty wrangling out of him.....but Naoya really doesn’t mind the idea of wearing lingerie, even if it’s a bit more on the feminine side. He has a great figure and he knows it. What’s more is that he loves all kinds of accessories that accentuate his naturally pretty features. So it should come as no surprise to learn that Naoya has definitely tried on a few things in front of his mirror, and somewhere deep in his computer are the selfies he took while wearing the pieces he liked most. He’s especially partial to black garments with lace trim and lots of straps & garters. Perhaps even more than the lingerie itself, he loves thinking of all the praise and compliments he’ll receive for wearing it. So his partner had better be prepared to absolutely drown him in heartfelt flattery if this is a thing they’d like to see more of in the future.

E = Experience: Naoya isn't very experienced, in my opinion. I do think that he'd be willing to have a few one-night-stands here and there just to get out some of the frustration that he can't relieve himself, but that doesn't mean he was all that well-educated on what to do. He's not innocent by any means, but being with him means being willing to understand that he'll need some actual practice to be exceptional at anything in the bedroom. His one strength is that he does have some natural talent with his tongue and fingers, though, if you get my drift. It's a learning curve, but he'll get there. F = Favorite position: I’m of the mind that Naoya enjoys the butterfly, cowgirl, classic missionary, and spooning positions best. Ultimately, these are all positions that either 1) let him see his partner’s face & body, 2) let him press his skin directly against theirs, or 3) both. A position that allows Naoya to choose between getting up close and sensual or leaning back and enjoying the view is going to land on his favourites every time. All four of these also allow him to have good control over the pace to some extent or another (which we’ll establish later as being fairly important to him). Even cowgirl gives him the option to steady his partner’s hips and push into them at his desired speed from below. An honourable mention here is doggy style, but he tends to only like it while him and his partner are facing a mirror. Like I said, he likes to be able to see everything.

G = Goofy: Naoya doesn't tend to be goofy during the act, per se, but he does enjoy bringing his normal scoundrel attitude into the bedroom with him. He's the mocking, sarcastic, and teasing sort. At times, it can also just be him playing coy in an attempt to get his partner to admit to/beg for something they want done to them. He's the kind to hear his partner say "please..." and ask "please, what?" even though he knows full well what it is they're looking for. Playful, to say the least. We’ll get more into this when we get to U.

H = Hair: While the idea of Naoya also bleaching his pubes is...interesting to me, I do think that he keeps them the natural black colour they are. As far as the cut goes, I’d say he’s very well groomed. He keeps it well-shaped and tame down there, sometimes he might even shave it completely if he’s going to be too busy to see to it properly for a while. He does also take into account what his partner likes, though, as he wants to make sure he’s as attractive to them as he can be in every possible way. Tell him what you like and, if it suits him, he’ll do his best.

I = Intimacy: Let’s face it, Naoya’s not the romantic type. While he can be tender, it’s rare that there’s a time with Naoya that isn’t punctuated by roughness or mockery to some extent or another. But that doesn’t mean that there isn’t something deeper to it at all. More accurately, Naoya’s roughness is largely due to his enthusiasm to be wrapped up with his partner in the first place. Obviously, his nigh insatiable appetite is also to blame, but it’s not the only contributor to his eagerness. When Naoya desires someone, he desires them wholly, and he seeks no one else. So while his partner probably shouldn’t expect a soft/romantic lovemaking session unless it’s their birthday or some such occasion, they should know that everything Naoya does is specifically, and only for them. It has its own inherent romance to it, even if it’s not always clear.

L = Location: There a few different locations that Naoya loves to get tangled up in. His own bed, the estate sauna, the training mats in the dojo - they're all great and he'll almost never say no to them. But there's one place that Naoya absolutely loves to defile with his partner more than any other:

His father's bed.

It's risky and he knows well that it's not always an option, but if there's ever a moment in which his partner is game and Naobito is busy elsewhere, Naoya will practically sprint there. The whole way he's biting his lip at the thought and loosening his clothes to prevent lost time. He can't help but to love the high that comes over him when he and his partner have their way in the Very Important Private Room Only for the Head of the Zenin Clan. It serves as both a reminder of his own personal motivations, as well as just a giant "Fuck You" to his father in general. The best of both worlds. M = Motivation: Naoya isn’t a difficult man to turn on, as he’s practically always at the ready. You can pretty much just vaguely allude to the concept of sex and his brows (and something else) will begin to perk up. However, I do think there are a few little things that will get him particularly entranced with his s/o. One of them is low-cut or revealing clothing. Parade yourself with confidence or tease him with a suggestive outfit and he’s already ravishing you with his eyes at every possible moment. Naoya loves beauty and ostentation, so if his partner takes the time to pick out clothes that really highlight all their best curves & features, you can bet that Naoya isn’t going to be able to keep his hands to himself. For male/masc partner’s especially, I think he also loves shows of strength. Naoya can’t help but stare when he sees taught muscle flexing, or be impressed by how easily his partner can lift heavy objects that he can’t (as I’m writing this, I’m thinking maybe maybe maybe Naoya might just have a bit of a size kink, too eheh). Finally, something that works for all kinds of s/os is that Naoya absolutely loves having his neck touched - it’s probably his most sensitive, non-erogenous body part. If the person he’s involved with at the time comes up behind him while he’s sitting on a couch or at his desk, gently grazes their fingers along the side of his neck, and whispers something suggestive in his ear, Naoya’s all but putty in their hands.

O = Oral: Oh, Naoya, Naoya, Naoya. When isn’t this man wagging his tongue? Honestly, even he knows that he really ought to put it to better use sometimes. And so he does, but you almost hate to admit that he’s so damn good at it. As one could imagine, it’s filled with a ton of teasing, though. There’s plenty of him blowing lightly on the excited skin, lots of kitten licks and soft kisses, and of course it wouldn’t be sex with Naoya without a heavy dose of “use your words” and other taunts. Ultimately, there’s not much Naoya Zenin loves more than really taking his time between his partner’s thighs and watching as they completely come unraveled beneath his diligent tongue. It’s so good to him, that he’s often caught moaning around his partner’s sex, sending pleasant vibrations all along the flesh there & enhancing the experience further. Sometimes, even, he can’t bring himself to stop after his s/o’s release finishes coating his lips, and he’ll continue to press his tongue against them until they’re jolting from overstimulation. Even then he might not stop without a safeword. Asking Naoya for oral really is a gamble in that way. There’s no telling whether he’ll leave his partner at a comfortable satisfied, or catapult them thoroughly into mindless and exhausted.

Naoya prefers to give and, honestly, if he had to choose the method to his climax, he’d just choose sex over oral if he had the time. That being said, Naoya was made for multiple orgasms. So if there’s only enough time for oral, expect for him to try and make use of every possible second. Therefore, his partner should probably make sure they rest their jaw afterwards.

P = Pace: Generally speaking, Naoya prefers the act to have a more rapid pace. As one can expect from someone with a speed-based technique, Naoya has a great capacity to keep things moving quickly. The bedroom is no exception. Even in moments where the scene is more sensual, he can’t help but raise the pace as time goes on. There’s something about the extra friction and the desperation it fills him with that makes the sex all the more passionate in his eyes. Just him and his partner, recklessly chasing their highs together. Mmm.~ ♡

Q = Quickie: Naoya loves quickies, for the most part. He kind of has to, seeing as he has to always be somewhere for some reason or another. His partner can probably expect at least one each week in-between blocks of missions, meetings, and other monotony. Sometimes it's the only kind of sex there is, which is mostly fine for him....but he does sometimes long for the more calm, slow moments when he can really take his time. A balance between the two, is really what he craves. R = Risk: Naoya is very willing to experiment and take risks, as I'm sure you've probably guessed by this point. He's down to try almost anything once, and some of his favourite acts are ones done in places where it would be easy to be caught. The things he likes are also pretty varied, and he doesn't mind going from soft to harsh or anywhere in between. Ultimately a pretty exciting partner once he starts getting the hang of things. S = Stamina: I’ve talked about this before in separate posts, but I think it’s fair to say that Naoya likely has pretty good stamina. I don’t necessarily like when other people just say that every character they write for can go multiple rounds all night because that’s not always realistic. But, since Naoya so very specifically has a speed-based ability and we know how important strength, performance, and training were to the Zenin...I don’t think it’s unfair to say in this case that, yes, Naoya can probably go for quite some time. I’m also of the mind that he cums quickly, but is not easily overstimulated, leading him to be able to hit multiple orgasms without getting too overwhelmed or tired. Ergo, this man can and will keep you up way past your bedtime if you ask nicely. ♡

T = Toys: I like to think that Naoya is pretty open to the possibility of using toys. After all, they can very easily result in a heightened experience for both him and his partner. He’d especially love using things like vibrators, clamps, and plugs because of how readily they can bring his s/o over the edge and deep into overstimulation. And since he’s someone who also likes to cum multiple times in any given session, I can definitely see them as being useful to him, too. Ultimately, I think this is a “you name it and I’ll try it,” sort of subject for Naoya. He’ll give anything a go at least once.

U = Unfair: Oh, are you kidding? I think we’ve established by now that teasing may as well be Naoya’s own, distinct love language. It’s impossible for him to refrain from denying, teasing, and openly mocking his s/o during any stage of sex. For him, it’s an integral part of the fun. He loves to make his partner beg, to mock their whimpering, to intentionally “miss” any of their sweet spots, and to give only the slightest of touches against the skin for far too long. Bringing his partner to the brink and sinking them down over and over again - having them completely at his mercy...oh yeah, he positively adores it all.

V = Volume: I think this is where I differ the most from a lot of other people who write for him, because I absolutely think that Naoya is shameless enough to fully moan whenever the mood strikes him. No hushed grunting or strangled noises with this man. He will just let it all out exactly as he feels it. After all, Naoya’s not a person to conceal his emotions as is. Why would he bother to hide what a good time he’s having? Plus, if you’ve been around my posts long enough, you know full well that I think he would also really enjoy trying to embarrass his partner by repeating their own sounds back to them when they get particularly amusing. So, really, there’s no way I would have ever told you that this man is quiet, of all things. Lmao.

W = Wild card: Naoya loves to lock his partner in place, especially when he’s close to cumming. This can sometimes be in the form of choking, but other times it’s just him pressing closer against them or wrapping an arm across the chest/sternum to anchor them to him. It’s quite the display, really. A hand or arm will come up to curl around his s/o’s body, his pace will quicken, and his breathing grows ragged. He has almost no mind left for dirty talk and simply moans readily into his partner’s ear as he reaches his peak inside them. The whole time, he’s holding them firmly in place and making sure they take every drop of his seed.

X = X-ray: He’s beauty, he’s grace. Naoya’s overall body is lean, fit, and sculpted. His musculature is more on the subtle end, but each gentle slope and rounded hill is wrapped so perfectly in smooth, even skin. His ass is especially noteworthy, as it is that somewhat square shape with divots in the sides that one can expect from a very fit build, but also with enough mass there to give the actual cheeks that lovely & grab-able bubble-like quality. Truly, it’s an enticing thing that any good partner would be loathe not to appreciate. Rotating the man a bit, let’s talk about what he’s workin’ with, you know what I’m sayin’? 👀 Naoya’s a proud member of the Pretty Cock Squad, in my opinion. It’s not particularly large or small, sitting at about a comfortable 6-6.5 inches. He is uncircumcised and almost religiously clean. His foreskin is about the same colour as the rest of him, but with a red, blushing quality to it. It’s also very smooth & soft to the touch. There are no veins visible, save for a single prominent, raised one along the underside that looks almost like a seam turned out. The head underneath is cutely rounded, very pink, and super sensitive - which is largely why he cums so fast. Overall, it’s a member to be proud of, and he’ll certainly take any opportunity he can to show it off to his partner. Hopefully they like dick pics during sexting!

Y = Yearning: Oh, boy. This man is horny 24/7, babe. It’s honestly a wonder that Naoya isn’t trying to chase his high every moment of every day. If he isn’t engaging in a sexual act himself, he’s probably thinking of the kinds he’d like to be involved in later, or ones he’ll think about with more clarity when he has a moment alone. So any time a partner even jokes about getting intimate, Naoya will be there actively hoping that they mean what they say deep down because he’s already thinking about just how he’d like to do it tonight.

Z = Zzz: Conked out immediately. Naoya can last quite a while, but no matter how high your stamina is, there comes a point where you need to stop for a bit. It's actually because Naoya is able to exert so much energy during the act that he needs sleep so badly after. Don't be surprised if you roll over to snuggle up to him sometimes only to hear him softly snoring away. Just make sure you wake him up at some point so he can brush his teeth!

Okay! With that all being said and done, I’m gonna tag you ( @depechemoth ) as well just to make sure you get it since sometimes tumblr doesn’t tell people when their asks get answered anymore + I spent a lot of time on this so I don’t want you to miss it!

#WHEW! Sorry this took so long but it was a lot to think about lmao! #Kinktober #Naoya Zenin #Naoya headcanons #Naoya smut #Naoya x Reader #Naoya x gn!Reader #smut alphabet #not sfw #not sfw text #mdni #asks #depechemoth #long post

[gayassbagelmom]

A short(but probably long) rant about the beginning of chapter 23 and Thomas’s mental health in general:

Ps: this isn’t proofread and is likely all over the place, blame the ADHD lmao

At the beginning of chapter 23 there’s a scene where 10 year old Thomas is in the hospital waiting room, while his parents and doctor discuss his health. The doctor mentions the Thomas has OCD, that’s the first and biggest problem I have with this chapter. Let me give you all a lesson on psychology. OCD is probably one of the most misunderstood disorders out there. The main problem is people mistake OCD for OCPD. OCPD = obsessive compulsive personality disorder. You may think “okay well what’s the big deal? Aren’t they the same thing” no, they aren’t. In the DSM(diagnostic and statistical manual of mental disorders), the organize disorders into 5 categories, called axes:

Axis 1: clinical disorders

Axis 2: personality disorders

Axis 3: general medical disorders

Axis 4: psychosocial and environmental factors

Axis 5: the global assessment of functioning

Right now, axes 1 and 2 are the ones we will be focusing on.

OCD is an axis 1, or clinical disorder. Axis 1 disorders tend to be things that more so effect people’s moods or reactions. Examples being anxiety, depression, sleep disorders, eating disorders, and most mood related disorders. Basically, everything but personality disorders and mental retardation. People with these clinical disorders are usally well aware of their Irrational behavior and are distressed by it, actively seeking help.

OCPD is an axis 2, or personality disorders. Axis 2 disorders, as the name suggests, effect a persons personality and life as a whole. Examples being narssistic personlity disorder, mental retardation, antisocial personlity disorders, schizoid and schizotypal personlity disorder, basically, if it’s got “personlity” in the name, it most likely fits into this category. The difference between these and axis 1 disorders is they usally aren’t aware or their irrational behaviors and aren’t particularly upset by them. They usally only seek help due to friends or family

Thomas doesn’t have OCD, he has OCPD. Before I go over the differences between them, let me define two terms:

Ego dystonic: thoughts, impulses, and behaviors that are felt to be repugnant, distressing, or unacceptable with one's self-concept.(OCD)

Ego syntonic: thoughts, impulses, and behaviors that are felt to be natural or acceptable with one’s self-concept.(OCPD)

Okay now the rant like, actually begins. There’s a fuck ton of evidence the supports Thomas having OCPD and NOT OCD. OCD is a disorder charactrized by impulses and cleanliness. People with OCD usally have one or a few specific obsessions, an example being ALWAYS unlocking and relocking your front door three times before leaving, or washing your hands til they’re sore and red. People with OCD are motivated by the idea that some imaginary disaster could happen if they don’t do this. This is why OCD is considered an anxiety disorder. This is also where the fact that it’s a clinical disorder plays a large role. People with OCD actively seek out help, they don’t like the way their impulses effect their lives, OCD is an ego dystonic disorder. OCPD is much different though. Unlike OCD, people with OCPD, don’t have just a couple of rituals. The focus completely on perfectionism and control. They want everything to be orderly and under control, and have a tendency to come off as domineering. People with personlity disorders, don’t view it as a disorder and only seek help due to family and friends openly discussing that they dislike said persons behavior. They don’t view it as unnatural, that is why OCPD is a ego syntonic disorder. Off the bat there’s already a lot more similarities with OCPD symptoms and Thomas’s symptoms. Another fun little tidbit, studies show, a good number of OCPD cases may have developed due to overcontrolling, intrusive and dominating parents. Let’s look back at chapter 23 and I’ll list some example of OCPD behavior

“He had seen other kids his age--ten--scribbling stick figures when they drew, but he wanted his to look perfect. Or else what the hell was the point?” I mean come on, this literally screams obsession with perfection. He finds no interest in something less than perfect and can’t understand why anyone would be different.

“He switched his crayons from red to a black, tucking it back in the cardboard packet in the slot where it belonged.” A subtle but an example of a need for orderliness.

“He hated that there were ugly blue lines slashed through his drawing.” While the context of this scene relates to the lines reminding him of school, they also break the perfect nature of the picture

Some may argue “well if people with OCPD don’t think they’re behavior is so weird, then why is he obviously so bothered by it?” Well see, Thomas isn’t bothered by his OCPD, he’s bothered by his IED. His parents obvious concern is him becoming a surgeon, and dont get me wrong, I don’t wish OCPD upon anyone, but it seems like something 2 asshole parents would for their kid to have. People with OCPD tend to work extremely hard at their jobs, like way too hard, ruins their relationships usally. This whole situation mixed with his IED, just spells disaster. Thomas has absolutely no control in this scenario, he has no say in his medication, his dorm, his school, his studies, etc. to him, it’s not perfect, it’s not exactly how he wants it to be. This also explains why the medication really wasn’t working (and oh boy will I get to the medication part later)

I think I know why Thomas likes cars. He’s in control. To him cars are PERFECT, they’re sleek, shiny, made with no mistakes. When he’s behind the wheel, he has full control over this object that is so incredibly “perfect” he can make it go where he pleases, and go as fast as he pleases.

Now onto the medication part, oh man, fair warning and apologizes, I can already tell I’m going to get heated. Obviously Thomas is 10, so he’s going to have his parents take part in these sort of appointments. But I find it extremely hard to believe Thomas wouldn’t be in there with them. At least in the beginning to disccus any possible side effects. But okay whatever, that’s not even the part that got me mad. So we find out that Thomas is taking 9 medications and is having another one added.

I’m sorry,

What?

There is no way in hell they’re going to prescribe that much medication to a 10 year old. Sure maybe if the kid has fucking cancer, but an IED, OCD(OCPD) and migraines? Hell fucking no. And also they wouldn’t have prescribed the migraine medication “Nurtec” for a 10 year old. This is because the company that makes nurtec doesn’t know if it’s safe for children or not. And If a side effect of the Nurtec was depression, then they would have fucking taken him off of it. ITS LITTERALLY THE MAIN SIDE EFFECTS DOCTORS SAY TO PAY ATTENTION TO!!!!!!!!!!!! And this is assuming that the thing doesn’t even work, because If it did work, why would he be taking 7 other medications????? You’re trying to tell me those are all for OCD and anger mangement? I DONT FUCKING THINK SO. ITS JUST FUCKING UGHHHH THE PARENTS ARE ANNOYING AS FUCK!! PUT YOUR KID IN THERAPY AND STOP COMPARING IT TO A RUPTURED APPENDIX. FUCK THIS HAS ME SO ANGRY. ITS JUST LIKE, NOT ONLY IS THIS WHAT I WANNA GO TO COLLEGE FOR BUT ITS ALSO SHIT IVE EXPERINCED FIRST HAND. IVE BEEN TAKING SOME OF THE EXACT SAME MEDICATION THOMAS HAS SINCE I WAS 12, I KNOW WHAT THE SYSTEM IS LIKE AND THIS AINT IT. Whew sorry about that, I just feel like ranting in all caps can help you calm down a bit faster. Ok I think I’m done, if you read through all this, lol, sorry.

I’m not trying to be mean @the-hamilton-files-author trust me, I don’t expect you to know most of this stuff. It’s a complicated science that I love dearly. Very, very, dearly. :’)

[gamerwoo]

[EXO Imprinted] Minseok: Actions Speak Louder

@smut-wars asked: Okay Rocket I challenge you to a Minseok imprinted series pretty please ❤❤❤

Characters: Minseok x mute!female reader (featuring Exo)

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, slice of life, fluffy fluff

Word count: 3,090

Summary: Being born with a vocal organ deficiency, you always ran into problems with being unable to speak. But after running into Minseok a year ago, life suddenly started to get easier.

a/n: first installment of the Exo Imprinted series!!!! idk if I’ll make this ot9 or ot12 though so uhhh lmk what y’all want ig???? BUT ANYWAY, sentences in bold are things being signed by reader, aaaand this really doesn’t have any plot its just some slice of life and some backstory shit ok enjoy (this also wasn’t looked over by anybody so uhhh lets hope it’s not awful and that the spelling mistakes are minimal lmao).

Next | Imprinted Masterlist

A shake from a warm hand on your shoulder was what woke you up from one of the best dreams you’d had in a while -- you’d been having really weird dreams lately but you weren’t sure why.

“C’mon, _____,” Minseok whisper-sang. “Wake uuuup.”

You shook your head before burying your face deeper into the pillows.

“You’re gonna be late,” he sighed, shaking you a little bit faster.

You didn’t even have the motivation to roll over and sign for him to let you sleep for five more minutes, so you just stayed where you were.

“I’ll get Chanyeol up here if I have to,” he threatened, his lips close to your ear.

You slowly pushed yourself to sit up, your eyes still closed and your brows pulled together. You looked in the direction of Minseok before slowly opening your eyes to look at him, your head lolled to the side as you glared.

You’re the worst.

He giggled with a nod, kissing your temple, “Ah, I know. Get ready for class.”

It was at the very university that you still attended that you met Minseok. He worked in the student center, and you were sent there to get extra help. It was hard for you to get extra help in class when you couldn’t verbally ask, so professors and other students would just skip over you. Besides, none of them seemed to be able to understand sign language anyway.

Minseok wasn’t the one to help you, but he observed you. From the moment he first saw you across the room, he knew what was happening. He was a bit relieved he was the first to imprint since he was the oldest, but he was also nervous because nobody else in his pack had imprinted before. He had only heard stories of what it was supposed to be like, and while he knew the worst that could happen was just that you’d reject him, it still made him afraid. He could die if that happened. And considering you didn’t seem to speak at all, he figured that only made his chances of success even worse.

Either way, you were his mate, and he was determined to find any way he could to make things work. So the first thing he did was look up how to sign ‘hello, my name is Minseok’ -- he knew you could clearly hear him, but he wanted to do something to impress you and make you like him a bit more, and he’d have to be able to understand you. Of course, then he’d also have to figure out how to sign ‘I don’t know sign language’ so you’d know you couldn’t actually have a full conversation with him -- yet. But hey, it would be a start!

When that cute boy with the bright smile sat down across from you while you waited from your tutor, and he signed what he had practiced, you really almost cried. Your smile was so wide you had to cover your face, and that only made him smile more.

“I’m sorry I don’t know more,” he said sheepishly, “but I wanted to try. I’ll keep practicing, though.”

Just that promise alone made your heart flutter.

Of course, after telling his pack about his mate, Minseok insisted everybody else learn so they could understand you when the time came. He was starting to feel more confident about his rate of success, so he planned on taking you home to meet his pack at some point.

“Why can’t she talk?” Junmyeon wondered.

“I--” Minseok suddenly stopped. Realization hit -- he had no idea why you couldn’t speak. He never even asked! “I...have no idea...”

“Good job, hyung,” Baekhyun snorted.

The next day, Minseok went back to the student center to find you. He sat down at your same table as you waited for your tutor, and flashed you a warm smile, “Hello again.”

You waved shyly, happy to see the nice stranger once again.

“You know,” he began, “I did never get your name.”

You flipped open your notebook and scribbled down your name before sliding the book over to him. He read it aloud with a smile before looking at you again, “It’s pretty.”

Your cheeks turned pink, and you timidly signed thank you.

“I know that!” Minseok exclaimed excitedly, proud he was able to recognize a sign. You silently laughed at his outburst, and he cleared his throat and tried to compose himself again. “Sorry... I’ve been trying to learn what things mean since you don’t seem to have anybody else to talk to. That’s...not weird, is it?”

You shook your head with a smile.

“Can I ask you something a little weird, then?” he asked. “I don’t mean to sound rude by it, either.”

You already knew what was coming. He wanted to know why you didn’t speak. You wrote it on paper, explaining you had a birth defect with your vocal organs. Your parents never had the money to fix it, and at this point, you didn’t see a point in trying to.

Minseok read over it, nodding slowly, but then just carried on with the conversation as normal. He didn’t treat you like a child like most people did, and he didn’t seem to change your opinion of you. You decided you did really like Minseok.

Over the next few months, Minseok learned more and more sign language. The two of you started having full conversations with you having to write things down for him less and less. So, he eventually became your new tutor because it was easier. You were always writing what you wanted to say to your old tutor, and Minseok just seemed to get you better.

It was around that time that Minseok said he wanted to have a serious conversation with you. The two of you had been on a few dates, but there was no title to the relationship. You hoped that maybe this “serious conversation” would be making your relationship official, as you really liked Minseok, but you also didn’t want to get your hopes up.

It was partly that. He explained the whole werewolf thing, and the imprinting thing. To his surprise, you took it amazingly well, but he just figured it was because you could relate to being born differently. He was really sure you’d lose it when he dropped the “we mate for life” thing on you, but all you did was let out a very airy giggle and sign my parents will be so proud that I already have a husband lined up’. He really liked your sense of humor.

But you’d learned early on in life to roll with the punches, so that’s what you did.

And a year later, here you were: on your second to last year of college, and still dating Minseok.

As you wandered down the stairs to the kitchen, all dressed for class -- and Minseok dressed for work -- you all but ran straight into Baekhyun who was bolting up the stairs. He quickly came to a halt, grabbing you by your arms before you could collide with him.

“Hey, _____,” he chuckled.

Where’s the fire?

He playfully rolled his eyes, blowing some hair out of his face, “Jinri’s still not up.”

Alarm?

He just snorted, quickly moving out of the way to continue up the stairs, “Bold of you to assume she set an alarm.”

You just raised your eyebrows and carried on down the stairs.

Jinri was a nice girl that Baekhyun had imprinted on only a few months ago, but she was a lot like you where she wasn’t what the average person would consider “normal”. She had a difficult time distinguishing between people, and nobody quite knew why that was. With that came a lot of anxieties when it came to talking to people that she even knew well, and she tended to get depressed. But Baekhyun seemed to help her well, and she could always at least differentiate between him and everybody else.

As you turned into the kitchen, you found only Minseok, Junmyeon, and Sehun were awake. Junmyeon was fixing breakfast, Minseok was getting him and you some coffee, and Sehun had his head down on the breakfast bar. You knew that the three wolves had obviously heard you enter, but you knocked twice on the doorway just out of habit.

“Morning, _____,” Junmyeon looked over his shoulder and flashed you a bright smile. “Did you sleep well?”

You shook your head and made a face directed at your mate’s back.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he scolded softly.

You shook your head.

I still don’t know how he does that.

“None of us do,” Junmyeon laughed. “Even Baek always seems to know when Jinri is making faces at him behind his back. I suppose it’s just a mate thing.”

“I have eyes on the back of my head,” Minseok stated as he turned around and walked toward you with two travel mugs. He handed one to you. “C’mon, let’s get going. You’ll be late, and I have a nap to take in my car. Sehunnie, let’s go.”

“Let’s not,” the younger wolf groaned, but he stood up from the stool anyway. “Bye, hyung.”

“Have a good day, guys!” Junmyeon called as the three of you left the kitchen.

In the car, you always got shotgun when Minseok was driving. He’d drive with one hand, keeping the other in your lap in case you wanted to talk to him. He obviously couldn’t take his eyes off the road to watch your hands, so he’d feel what you were signing with his free hand. It was a difficult thing for him to learn -- there were so many things he got wrong at first, which only made you laugh in odd-sounding wheezes and gasps -- but he was a pro at it now.

Can we stop for breakfast?

“No,” Minseok told you as he backed out of the driveway.

“No what?” Sehun asked.

“No nothing,” Minseok mumbled. “If I tell you, you’ll beg, too.”

Sehun crossed his arms over his chest, pouting out the window as he grumbled, “I hate third-wheeling you two.”

-

The day went by as boringly normal as always. By the time you got home, though, you were exhausted. But could you rest immediately? Of course not.

“C’mon, you have to study for this test next week,” Minseok nagged, trying to drag you out of bed -- you both knew he was holding back because he really could get you out of bed without even putting in that much effort.

You shook your head as you laid on your back, squeezing your eyes closed.

Be quiet, the baby is sleeping.

Minseok rolled his eyes, “The only baby here is you.”

Exactly.

“Yah, _____,” he whined, finally scooping you up in his arms and carrying you over to the desk. “Come on, only for two hours.”

‘Only for’, as if two hours is not a long period of time.

“I could make it three,” he threatened as he sat down in the desk chair with you in his lap.

Are you my father now?

“Yes,” he deadpanned, making you smile and shake your head. He opened up your textbooks that he’d already taken out of your bag beforehand, and opened to the page you last left off at. “If you finish this whole section, I’ll take you out for ice cream.”

The rolled kind?

He nodded, “The rolled kind.”

Minseok’s head rested on your shoulder as he helped you through your work. He kept his hands palm-up on the table as he read through the textbook and your notes just so you could talk while he read, and he could “hear” you while he tried to get caught up on what you had learned that day. He was fantastic at multitasking -- which, of course, took a bit of time at first.

While you jotted down in the margins of your notebook, Minseok took your freehand, absentmindedly peppering kisses over your knuckles while his eyes continued to scan the textbook pages. It was a habit he often did, and it always made you blush every single time. But you were still dead set on that ice cream, so you tried not to let it distract you.

As soon as you finished the page, you slammed your textbook closed and tossed your fists in the air in triumph, a bright smile on your face. Minseok turned to look at you with an amused smile and a chuckle, his eyes traveling all the way up to your hands before settling on your face again.

“Done?”

You nodded eagerly.

“Alright,” he sighed, standing up from the chair, “I’ll go put my contacts in, and I’ll meet you downstairs.”

While Minseok went to the bathroom to put in some brown contacts -- the amount of money those boys went through in a month just for colored contacts was insane -- you immediately went downstairs to put your shoes on. Of course, you were stopped by a chuckling Yixing who had just walked through the door when you almost crashed into him.

“Whoa, where’re you going?” he asked as he made sure your footing was stable.

Ice cream!

Yixing’s smile widened, “It’s amazing how the two mates in the house are so opposite of each other.”

You had to admit that while you were very excitable and cheery, Baekhyun’s mate was...well, not. Jinri was sweet, of course, but she definitely had a bite to her. It didn’t mean she was mean, she could just get snappy if she felt like nobody was listening to her or if she was frustrated. But you couldn’t blame her for being frustrated, especially with her having a hard time recognizing people. You even got frustrated a lot -- especially when you first moved in and hardly anybody remembered to look at you to ‘hear’ you.

“Where is Minseok anyway?” Yixing wondered, expecting the older werewolf to be attached to your hand like always.

Upstairs. He has to put in his contacts.

“It sure is taking him a lot--”

“Ow! Chanyeol!” you heard your mate whine from upstairs.

You turned just in time to see Chanyeol running down the hall, away from the bathroom as he giggled, “Sorry, hyung!”

“--longer...” Yixing concluded with an amused eyebrow quirk.

You saw Minseok emerge from the bathroom, one hand covering his left eye as he pouted over at you and Yixing by the door, “Chanyeol made me poke my eye.”

Again?

“Yes, again,” he groaned.

Are you able to drive?

Since Yixing was standing behind you, he didn’t see you ask the question, so he repeated, “Are you alright to drive? If not, I have no problem driving you and _____.”

Minseok chuckled at the little face you made after hearing Yixing ask the same thing you did, “Yeah, I’ll be alright.”

Your mate made his way down the stairs, finally uncovering his eye and blinking a few times. When he got closer, you held his face between your hands and looked into it, but it looked pretty normal to you.

“Am I gonna make it?” he asked in a baby voice, looking at you with wide eyes and his lower lip jutted out.

You giggled silently, playfully whacking his arm.

“Alright, let’s go,” he grinned, nodding toward the door. “See ya, Yixing.”

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” Yixing called over his shoulder.

Minseok paused in the doorway with a smirk, “Where’s the fun in that?”

And then he shut the door.

-

You and Minseok sat on a bench just outside the ice cream shop, watching as people walked by. It was a little difficult having a two-way conversation when you needed to your hands to eat, so Minseok talked about his day, rambled on about his thoughts, and basically said whatever came to mind. You just listened, but you enjoyed hearing him speak.

“Actually, something I thought of this morning,” he began, switching topics suddenly, “was babies.”

You paused as you were about to put some ice cream in your mouth, glancing over at your boyfriend out of the corner of your eye.

He giggled at your reaction, shaking his head, “Don’t look at me like that!”

You closed your mouth, a smirk forming on your lips as you slowly set your cup of ice cream down on the table.

“_____-ah!” he laughed. “No, listen -- it’s because I had this dream last night that--”

So you dreamed about having kids?

“Can I talk?” he joked.

You can, but I can’t.

He sighed, “I should’ve seen that one coming. I swear, sometimes your jokes are worse than Junmyeon’s. But anyway, as I was saying. So I had this dream that we had this little two-year-old and everybody in the pack loved her so much, and then when I woke up all I could think about was having a kid around in the house. I feel like everybody would get very... Ah, what’s the word...?”

Soft?

“Yeah,” he laughed with a nod. “But, I was also thinking about how I can’t wait to have our own kids in real life. Let me tell you, our son was adorable.”

We had a son? What did he look like? What did he act like? What was his name?

Now, even you were excited, signing question after question as Minseok just giggled at you. You would even start signing one question, and then stop in the middle and switch to a new one. Minseok always said you were stuttering when you did that.

“Yah, finish your ice cream before it melts,” he told you, nodding to your half-finished cup.

You let out a quiet sigh, picking up the cup and spoon to continue eating. As you ate your ice cream, you listened to Minseok continue to tell you about the future that he wanted to have with you -- that he was going to have with you -- and you listened happily to it all.

It was hard to believe that a year ago, you never thought you’d be happy with anybody. It was hard for you to communicate with anybody, and nobody ever really took the time to learn to talk to you except for your immediate family, and the few close friends you had. But now that you had Minseok, the happy future you used to think to be a fantasy actually felt like it could be a reality.

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[rosegoldmagnum]

Guys, go to the doctor’s RIGHT AWAY if you get sick. Please.

So,

Some of you might be wondering why I haven’t been that active on Discord, Twitter or here on Tumblr, which goes with replying to messages and replying to comments etc. I’m very sorry for that and I’ll be more active when I’m healthy again. Thanks for bearing with me, I’m basically sleeping most of my days away. Let me explain.

Well, These last 2-3 months, I’ve been feeling very sick. It’s more like an on/off sick feeling, but let me explain.

In late Feburary, I got a rash on my arm. It might have been an insect bite but I’m not sure; it was very itchy but nothing more, until it started getting bigger and spreading up my arm. 

I didn’t think much of it, since my little sister has exzema, and I thought that maybe I have that too.  At the time, I was studying for exams, but I couldn’t get anything into my head. I normally do absorb stuff pretty well  but I just couldn’t remember even if my life depended on it. I felt reaaally lightheaded, but I thought “oh well that’s just the way it is”. 

I had really bad Indigestion as well, to the point I thought I was going to throw up. I’ve had this for few months, and the new dizziness didn’t really make me worried, since I figured it was just my irregular sleeping pattern that came with exams. 

Needless to say, exams rolled around and I failed all of them. As expected.

I was planning on going to see a doctor about the rash, but then, just like that, it went away and I thought it was all over. 

That’s when one or 2 weeks later, I started Feeling REALLY faint and sick when I got up to work early one morning. I went to work anyway, thinking I was only drowsy from waking up early, and that’s when I fainted at work. It was embarassing as hell, but even after lying on the floor for 30minutes, guzzling down water and eating, the world just didn’t stop spinning aound me. I staggered home, I felt like I was going to throw up and my vision kept blacking out on public transport but I got home alright. 

I slept for 10 hours every night and up to 4h during the afternoon, for weeks. The new semester started, but due to the sudden bouts of extreme nausea and feeling I was going to collapse at any moment, I hardly went to class. 

Again I thought “Maybe I’m just sleeping too much” and tried, and failed, to get my sleeping pattern back on track. After a few weeks of trying and seeing if it would get better, my dizziness and nausea increased. I went on a family vacation but couldn’t do anything because I felt so sick and had to lie down all the time. I skipped my period for 3 months (no, I’m not pregnant) and when that happens it’s an indication that something is seriously wrong. 

My vision started blurring over the next week (even now when I’m typing I can’t see or think clearly, so sorry for any obvious mistakes.)

******

NOTE: On some days, I was almost completely fine, but on others, I was practically dying. That’s why I waited so long to see a doctor. AND I’ve had dizziness due to irregular sleep before, so yeah. My rash wasn’t the typical bulls-eye rash either, so I wasn’t all too worried.

******

When I started getting cramps in my upper abdomen and started pooping grey poop, which indicates liver failure, I went to the doctor and explained what happened.

He said “Oh shit this sounds like Lyme Disease or Hepatitis A.” I’m scheduled for a blood test this Friday, but if it is Lyme Disease, I might have waited too late for antibiotics and might suffer side effects for the rest of my life. 

BUT!!!!! Be rest assured though: he said he’s not entirely convinced it is, it might be something else!! We’ll await the blood test results.

I’m absolutely exhausted though, typing this just took me an hour alone because I can’t remember how to spell words, lmao. I’ll try to keep in touch with you all, but it’s very hard at the moment. 

I’ll keep you guys updated but I’ll be keeping on taking a rest from my electronic devices, but please don’t be worried, I’m going to get treated 

And re-reading this makes my symptoms look HEAVILY bad, but even though i suffered alot, I’m alright, I’m just very dizzy alot, it will probably pass.

--

But yeah guys, valuable lesson learnt:

Always see a doctor when you start getting dizzy, lightheaded, or nauseated.

Hope everyone has a great week! <3

-Jenny

[elizabeth-marston-roberts]

Annie | John Marston x Abigail Marston x F!Reader |

This fic is inspired by the work @anniesburg has done on her blog featuring the OT3 of John/Abigail/Reader. This is the first Red Dead Redemption fic I’ve done and I hope it’s good lmao. This takes place at the end of RDR1 because *spoiler alert* I haven’t played RDR2. And before anyone asks why, it’s because I don’t have a PS4 or an Xbox One. I’m living that broke people life right now.

Word Count: 2,921

Pairing: John Marston / Abigail Marston / Female Reader

Rating: M for mature because there’s a little bit of smut. This is not for minors.

I apologize for any spelling or grammar mistakes. I did read over it a couple of times, but regardless I’m sure mistakes are there. Read with caution? :P

Also, I’ve taken some dialogue from the end of RDR1 and inserted it into parts of this not because I was too lazy to create my own, but because I just really like how it was done and didn’t want to change it. 

When John rides up to the ranch, it’s unbelievable. After weeks of dwelling in the unknown, of being so unsure if you would ever get to see him again, he’s here. He’s alive. He’s well. Abigail is the first to rush outside, her hands immediately swinging to whatever part of John’s body she can hit first. She’s questioning him, asking things she already knows the answers to. He’s trying to get away from both her fists and her inquiries, as they each elicited a certain type of pain he was too tired to endure.

Abigail’s rage settles a bit and all she can do now is throw her arms around her husband tightly. “We was worried about you.” She mumbles. “Didn’t know if you was dead or alive, if you was ever gonna save us… If you were gonna go back to Dutch…”

John’s arms are around her the second her body meets his. “Never. I left that life— We left that life for a reason. This here, this is what I wanted. What I still want. You hear me? I ain’t going back to that life.”

Abigail pulls back, a newfound fire in her eyes. “You better not, or so help me God John Marston, I’ll-“

“Abi.” You interject softly, having stepped from out of the house and onto the porch. Hearing John’s voice calling out her name, Jack’s name, your name, put you in a state of shock. He was home. Life could go back to normal now, you hoped.

The way John smiles at you upon seeing you for the first time in so long melts your heart. His long legs don’t take long in bringing him to you, his arms wrapping you up so closely to his body. “Darlin’.” He breathes into your hair, just holding you there for a moment. Your fingers grip his filthy clothes tightly, and you decide immediately that you hate his outfit and that it’ll be burned tonight.

“John…” You whisper. “You’re home.”

“That’s right, my love.” His voice was much lower and not quite as scratchy as usual. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry don’t cover it.” Abigail grumbles as she steps onto the porch again, one hand settling at your lower back. She’s angry, but the fact that she’s covering it up to tend to your fragile state instead makes your heart soar. You really do love this woman and how she loves you.

“Sorry’s a start.” You argue, one arm releasing John to pull Abigail into the embrace. She doesn’t fight it. Despite how mad she is, you and John both know she missed John as much as you did. John kisses her hair and it’s like a rubber band snaps. The tension her little body holds is gone and she’s loose beneath the both of you. John holds you both tightly to him, his head resting on top of yours while he rubs Abigail’s back.

“Where’s Jack?”

“Right here, sir.” Jack’s voice sounds small, yet so grown up as he approaches his father. John grins and releases you and Abigail in favor of hugging his only living child.

Your fingers lace with Abigail’s as a fond smile tugs at your lips. Years now, you watched John struggle to be the father Jack deserved and now it seems that he’s finally got an understanding of what that kind of man is. Abigail brings your hand to her lips and kisses your knuckles, her blue eyes meeting yours. Your smile only broadens as you dopily poke her nose, earning a sample of that laugh you’ve fallen in love with. You kiss her as John gets his arm around Jack’s head, trapping him to ruffle his hair. Life isn’t good, but it’ll get there soon enough.

The sex that night is wonderful. There are hands everywhere and you all are forcing yourselves to keep quiet for Jack’s sake, even if his room is on the other side of the house. It’s not an easy task, but you give it an A for effort regardless. You watch as John and Abigail kiss, his hands on her hips as he helps her to bounce on his lap. Her hands are in his hair, tugging it just the way he likes. You were lazily rubbing your clit, but as you fixed your eyes on the loves of your life all of your movements slowly halted.

They’re so beautiful and they’re so yours. Your eyes mist over as you watch them profess their undying love for one another, watch as John reaches between them to thumb her clit and thrust up into her with renewed passion. Abigail’s moans are breathless and beautiful, and they almost inspire you to resume touching yourself. But as she climbs down from her high, you feel the tears spill. You’re not sure if you’ve ever felt more in love than you do at this exact moment.

Next thing you know, John’s reaching over to brush away your tears. You can see the concern in his eyes even in the dim candlelight. “What’s a matter, darlin’?” He asks you, moving Abigail off of him so he can move closer to you. Abigail relaxes onto the bed, watching lazily as John holds you. She knows this isn’t a jealousy thing; there had never been a place for that ugly feeling in this relationship, so she knows that she can trust John to comfort you. He’d always been the better one to do that anyhow, strangely enough. He was never the most romantic type, nor was he the smoothest talker, but dammit if he didn’t know how to make you feel better when you were feeling low.

“I just love you so much.” You whisper hoarsely. John chuckles softly and presses a kiss to your hairline. He lays you down, stroking your hair out of your face before he easily slips himself inside of you, slowly rocking your bodies together.

“I love you too.” He swears, his nose against your cheek and his breath warm against your neck. “I ain’t never gonna stop, neither.”

You can only make a breathy gasp in response to him, to which he simply steals kisses off of your lips while he quickly brings the both of you to orgasm, the sound of his skin slapping against yours loud in the otherwise quiet room. You’re sore once he pulls out of you, and he simply presses his lips to your temple. “Sorry darlin’. Got the best of me there at the end.”

“It certainly was a sight.” Abigail muses, coming over with a warm, damp cloth to wipe away the mess John left at your entrance. She kisses your cheek and sets the rag aside to clean tomorrow, slipping back into the large bed John built just for the three of you to share.

 John settles between you and Abigail, his hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. Abigail curls into the left side of his body, her hand in the center of his chest overtop your own as you mirror her position. John’s hand plays with your hair and the other draws lazy circles on Abigail’s back, the rise and fall of his chest a comfort for you. He really is home.

“I love you.” He says as he stares at the ceiling. His statement isn’t directly aimed at either one of you, but you know he’s addressing you both. “And I hope you know that.”

“I do, John.” You reply with a kiss to his stubbly jaw.

“Mmm, I think I need some more convincing.” Abigail teases, brushing some of her dark hair out of her face.

“Got the rest of our lives to show ya, darlin’.” John promises with a kiss to her forehead, and then one to yours. “Goodnight, my angels.”

“Goodnight John.” You and Abigail reply in unison, for the first time in weeks. It’s a good feeling. Abigail winks at you and squeezes your hand before her beautiful eyes close for the night.

Now alone in your thoughts, as your lovers have drifted away into their night’s rest, you simply gaze at the pair you’ve taken in for yourself. They fit together perfectly. His hand is on her side now, his long fingers lightly curved over her soft skin. She’s got her leg thrown over John’s and her cute nose is lightly resting against his chest.

You’ll love them forever.

— A few months later —

You’re knitting on the couch when John comes to sit with you. He swoops in for a gentle kiss and you smile, remembering the days where he wasn’t so graceful. “Afternoon, handsome. You come in for some lunch?”

“If it’s not too much trouble.” He grins. You stand up, setting the project aside. John picks it up though, narrowing his eyes curiously as he looks it over. “Whatcha making? A hat?”

“Maybe.” You shrug coyly and start to head for the kitchen. “I’ll tell you later.”

Abigail storms inside then. “John!” She whines. “The crows are at it again!”

“Dammit, when are they gonna learn?!” He rises from the couch and storms outside to tend to the birds causing his wife so much stress. She goes into the kitchen then, coming up behind you as you slice from the fresh loaf of bread you made that morning, her hands coming to your hips as she presses herself to you.

“Hello, sweet thing.” She coos.

You chuckle softly. “Are you hungry, dear? I’m making the boys sandwiches.”

“Yes ma’am.” She grins, happy that someone around here can cook decent food, because they would’ve starved years ago if you couldn’t.

“I knew you wanted something.” Your laughter is quickly cut short when you happen a glance out of the window, your sharp eyes seeing what looked like a bunch of angry men riding for your home. “Abigail.” You whisper. “Look.”

She moves from around you to beside you, her eyebrows furrowing together as she took in what was happening. “What in the world…?” She goes out to find John, who is taking care of the crows for her with Jack at his side.

“John!” She shouts just as Uncle does. He turns, frowning.

“I’m gettin’ the damn crows, woman!”

“John!” Uncle shouts again, handing him his worn telescope. John snatches it and looks through it, his heart pounding as he realizes what’s happening. He shoves it back into Uncle’s hands and points to the house. “Abigail, Jack, get in the house! Lock the door and whatever happens, don’t come out. You hear me? Whatever happens.” He pulls Jack into a quick but tight hug. “Whatever happens.” He murmurs again. “Keep the doors locked and your mothers inside. Promise me, son. Promise me.”

“I promise, Pa.” He murmurs, shaking as his father lets go of him. John looks to Abigail.

“Run! And stay inside!”

“A-Alright…” Abigail gets her arm around Jack and they rush inside, locking the door. As Jack goes to lock the back door, you look to your wife.

“Abigail, what in the hell is going on?!”

“I don’t know, darlin’, but John said to stay inside. So that’s what we’re gonna do.” She starts closing the drapes and you follow suit. You shriek as you hear the bullets flying outside, Jack pulling you down to a crouch on the floor.

“Stay down, Ma!” He commands. Across the room, Abigail has done the same, a hand over her heart. Tears well up in your eyes; you just know that the inevitable has come now.

When the shooting stops, you peek out of the window and see John rushing to the house. “Abi, unlock the door! John’s coming!”

The second John is in the house, the three of you look to him.

“What are we gonna do now?” Abigail asks. You had no idea how she sounded so tough, so fearless. You weren’t new to gunfights, but they were never your favorite type of battle. Especially not when you’d left the outlaw life behind so many years ago.

“What’s wrong?! What’s happeningI?!” Jack’s just as afraid as you are, but he’s at least got the wits to have picked up his rifle. He’s scared, but he’s ready to defend his home. In the back of your mind, you’re proud of your boy. You’re also afraid of how much he’s taken after his reckless father.

“Stay inside, like I said. There’ll be more comin’.” John warns, marching onto the deck. Abigail tries to stop Jack from following, but he pursues and joins his father and Uncle in the next wave of soldiers that are attacking your home.

“Abigail.” You whisper, body shaking from head to toe and the feeling of nausea creeping up on you quickly. She sighs and comes to wrap her arms around you, cowering in a tight corner.

“Shhh…” She kisses your hairline and gently rocks you. “Things are gonna be okay… John’s gonna take care of us like he does…” You couldn’t ignore the uncertainty in her voice. You know she’s coming to the same conclusion you have.

“Uncle! Are you alright?!” You hear Jack holler out, and you whimper then. No, he’s not alright. You don’t have to see him dying to know that he is. You can only wonder if they’ll kill you all or stop when they’ve got your husband.

You flinch at every gunshot from John’s rifle, Abigail doing her best to prevent an absolute panic attack from you. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. Right now you should be having lunch with your family, listening to Jack talk about the stories in the book he was reading. You should be making eye contact with John and smiling as he winked at you like the subtle flirt he was. You should be giving Abigail a kiss on the cheek as she compliments your sandwich-making skills.

But no. Your life is being ruined instead.

“We’re leavin’ the farm!” John announces as he and Jack come back inside. You peek behind him and nearly vomit at the sight of Uncle’s corpse on the porch. “I’ll watch from the silo; you three get the horses ready.”

“John…” You sob, tears rolling down your cheeks now. He’s already turned away and started heading for the silo.

“I’ll meet you there!”

You rush outside, Abigail stopping to pay her respects to Uncle before heading for the barn. Jack shouts as more soldiers begin shooting and Abigail grabs your hand, guiding you behind a large rock.

“Keep your heads down!” John hollers, shooting like the expert he is. “Now, run for it!”

Abigail rushes towards the barn, the two men protecting you as you do. John and Jack aren’t far behind when you enter the building, your horses at the ready.

“Now listen.” He says. “Jack, darlin’…” He starts, guiding Abigail and Jack to a horse. “Get on this horse, get out of here, and go find a place to hide.”

“You’re comin’ with us, Pa.” Jack demands as he climbs onto the horse. John kneels down and cups his hands to make a platform for Abigail to use so she can join your son atop the horse.

“I’ll catch up.” He promises. You know he’s lying through his teeth. “Keep riding and don’t look back. Don’t be worried about me, you hear? Now get goin’!”

Abigail points at John, tears of her own threatening to fall. “You stay out of trouble, John.”

“Ain’t no trouble, Abigail. Ain’t no trouble.” He takes her hand and kisses her knuckles before she leans down for a quick kiss on the lips. They exchange their final ‘I love you’ before John smacks the horse’s rear end and turns to you.

“John.” You whisper and wrap your arms around him tightly. He only briefly returns the embrace before he’s pulled away and brought another horse for you to ride on. “John.” You say again, this time a little more insistent, but he’s still not pausing.

“John!”

“Darlin’, there’s no time to chat. You need to get on and follow them before they’re too far ahead.”

You whimper and take his hands, putting them against your stomach. There’s a roundness to it that’s well-hidden by all of your clothes still, and you see the heartbreak hit him. He kisses your forehead and closes his eyes, briefly rubbing the swell of your baby bump. “This is what you were gonna tell me.”

“John, you have to come with me.” You sob. “This baby needs you. The rest of us need you.”

“You’re gonna have to manage without me.” He admits quietly. He knows as well as you do that these are his final moments. He picks you up and puts you onto the saddle, pulling you down for your last kiss. His lips are warm. You’ll try to remember this feeling for the rest of your days. “I love you. And… I’m sorry I won’t be here for the little one. But I know you and Abigail will raise it a lot better than I ever could.” He kisses your belly. “Be good.” He whispers and steps away, looking up at you with wet eyes. “If it’s a girl… Name her Annie. I always liked that name.”

He slaps the horse’s rear end and then you’re off, running away from the danger your husband was going headfirst into. You sob when you hear the next round of gunshots, and you sob even more when they’re done.

You sob again when little Annie Marston arrives months later, looking like the spitting image of the father she’ll never know.

#red dead redemption #rdr #anniesburg #i love you and i hope you like this #john marston #abigail marston #jack marston #fic #john/abigail/reader #the ot3 we deserve #john marston x abigail marston x reader #sorry this is angsty??? #also sidenote annie if you read tags lmao i know it's weird to have him name your daughter after yourself but like just go with it i beg yo #nsft #18+ #john marston x reader #abigail marston x reader

[sunflowers-and-bucky]

Writing Interview

I was tagged in this by the one and only @angryteapot because she’s very awesome and kind<3 Sorry it took so long for me to answer, love. 

So here we go, if y’all wanna learn more about me click keep reading. Knowing myself I’ll probably go off a bit on some of these questions but oh well so be it. I’ll be tagging a few people after answering:)

(sorry for any spelling mistakes your girl is tired)

Q: What is your coffee order?  

I don’t drink coffee! No offense but to me it just tastes like dirt. If I’m at a coffee shop or something chances are I’m drinking hot chocolate. 

Q: What is the coolest thing you’ve ever done?

The coolest thing I’ve ever done was probably attending MMUN. It was years ago, but the memories are still so clear in my head and I’m sure I’ll remember it till the day I die. For those of you who don’t know MMUN stands for Montessori Model United Nations and is a UN roleplay where Montessori students from all over the world come to play delegates and “solve” world problems. You get assigned a land to represent and one or two issues you and your committee has to solve. (When talking of problems you have to talk from your assigned country’s point of view even if you disagree.) The students are picked out from their schools and prepare for 6+ months.

It was honestly such an amazing time, both being there (Rome) and preparing. I attended with some of my closest friends and it was just great. It made you feel so powerful and like you could actually do something. I don’t know man, all I know is that that was one of the best experiences in my life.

Q: Who has been your biggest mentor?

I’m lucky enough to have had quite a few people wanting to help me/mentor me throughout my life. My all-time favorite one, though, no matter what has to be my karate instructor Johan. I’ve trained Shotokan karate since I was 8 and he’s always been my instructor so he's witnessed me growing up and changing (rather dramatically too lmao). Not to be dark but I’ve had some familial issues throughout my life and there have been times where I’ve felt like I didn’t have a dad, but I always had Johan no matter what. Johan and his wife (who also trains karate with us) have more or less raised me and unlike my real parents they have never given up on me. They take care of me, ask me about my day, support me, ask about my mental health, praises me and so on. The relationship between a karate instructor and his student is usually stronger than other trainer/students relationships, but they kinda took it to the next level. I really love them for everything they’ve done for me and Johan is definitely my biggest mentor. 

Q: What has been your most memorable writing project?

I mean, I haven’t been publishing for way too long so I don’t know if anything is “memorable” yet? But Professional Camping is my favorite so far (and my first published fic!)  if ya wanna check it out;)

Q: What does your writing path look like, from the earliest days until now?

Well, I’ve been writing since I was 12, but I’ve only recently begun seriously publishing. I say seriously publishing because there was a time a few years back when I published spn fics on Wattpad but... let’s not talk about that okay?

There’s not really much of a “path” to talk of, to be honest. I’ve been writing for a few years now. I wanted to publish for months before actually daring to, but then I did and now we’re here! So far I’ve gotten a bit over 200 followers which I’m eternally grateful for and a fair amount of mutuals (some so talented that I swear I almost started crying when they followed me). There’s really not much more to say than that, here’s to more years of writing!

Q: What is your favorite part about writing?

You know that saying that a writer is always writing even when they’re not writing words? Like stories are always created in the mind of a writer? Yeah, that’s my favorite part. Just watching stories unfold in my head and bring new colors into my world. It’s fascinating and it gives me some sort of weird writer kick.

Q: What does a typical day look like for you?  

I get up at 6AM, leave the house at 7AM, go to school and attend whatever classes I have that day, lunch with a few friends (or maybe alone if they decide to stay at home and ditch me), more classes, go home, make dinner, train karate and then do whatever I feel like for example writing or Netflix. It might sound boring but fam I fucking love routines okay? Love em. 

Q: What does your writing process look like?

Depends. I usually get an idea and then I think about it for a week before I find the time to sit down and write it after school or on a saturday morning. Sometimes the words come easily and I get that nice flow, sometimes it’s a bit of a struggle. If it’s the latter I write it until I’m tired and then I take a break before continuing, wheras if I have a flow I write it all in one sitting. Only the first draft though, I have a rule that I never write a second draft/edit before at least a day later because I want a fresh pair or eyes.

Occasionally though I end up witing fics in the middle of the night when I can’t sleep. I have a notebook by my bed filled with fics for when I can’t sleep. Sometime sthe fics are garabage, but when they’re not I’ll write over onto a google docs document.

Q: What’s the best advice you’ve gotten?  

Idk if this is meant to be writing adive or advice in general, but I’ll give you both.

Best writing advice is that the firstdraft is for you, the second is for everyone else. Don’t stress about using too many adverbs or starting sentences with but or and in your first draft. That ish is your eyes only so you don’t have to worry so much.

The other advice thing isn’t as much of advice as it is just something important that stuck with me, but I’ll say it either way. Once when I was in my early teens Johan were teaching us a new kata (a karate thig) and I was really struggling. Everyone else but me were nailing it (at least in my head) so I got kind aupset and said “I’m sorry, I suck.” To which Johan replied “Chris, the only thing you suck at is judging yourself accuretly. If there’s anyone I know who doesn’t suck it’s you. Now get up and try again because I know in my heart you can do it.”

That kinda touched me idk.

Q: What’s the biggest lesson you’ve learned?  

If your body says you need a break you need a break. It’s so easy to let stress eat you alive and let anxiety keep you inside the house, but don’t do it. Sometimes you just need to stop and breathe for a moment and that’s okay.

Q: What advice would you give someone who wants to start writing?  

Write for yourself not for anyone else. It’s easy to get caught up in notes and followers but please for the love of God don’t. The only thing that matters is that you’re enjoying yourself and learning new things. If you’re not having a good time then something is wrong.

That’s all folks! I’ll be tagging a few people, you’re under no obligation to answer if you don’t want to/have done it before<3 

Tagging: @wintersoldierswhore @bucky-at-bedtime @trashpandabarnes @moonstruckhargrove @strawberrybucky @seabuckys

#tag game #writing interview

[terramythos]

My reread commentary on October Daye #8, "The Winter Long" or "more shit goes down in this book than the first 7 combined, holy shit".

I apologize to anyone who reads these cause I literally hit the length limit on this post and had to pare it down lmao 

-Good start: Under the Acknowledgements section: "Everything I have done with October's world to this point has been for the sake of getting here". Sooo basically the first 7 books? Setup for this one. We're in for a Ride.

I want to emphasize some of the best meta foreshadowing I've seen:

FOR REFERENCE, Rosemary and Rue is the title of book 1. It's also the only book whose opening Shakespeare quote (from Hamlet) doesn't really match the title. If you know your Shakespeare, you probably would have caught that and figured out that it was from The Winter's Tale instead. Plenty of conclusions you can draw just from that. Since then the series has been chock full of hidden identities, and this book has two BIG ones coming into play. Foreshadowing was here from the very fucking beginning, and it is some next level shit. Very well done.

-If you skipped book 1 you are SO fucked, btw.

- we're going to great lengths to describe Sylvester's physical appearance. Gee I wonder why. I'm sure it's not relevant

- yes Sylvester has FOX COLORED HAIR and YELLOW EYES and his magic smells like DAFFODILS and DOGWOOD FLOWERS. He is Toby's LEIGE and FATHER FIGURE.

Me on a first read: oh it's just beginning book exposition, they all do this

Me on a second read: god fucking damn it

- toby: I should have known Sylvester would never disappoint me.

Me: oh sweetie. Oh honey.

- "He smelled like smoke and rotten oranges.

This man wasn't Sylvester Torquill."

Anyone who read book 1: OHSHIT.AVI

Welcome back, Simon! You know, Sylvester's evil twin? You know, the big bad (so far) of the series? The the one responsible for turning Toby into a fish for 14 years?

-Yet he seems kinda... off, huh? Comments about how he didnt know the spell would last 14 years, how he hates to upset October's mom, of all people? Whatever could he mean? :)))

-New toby power: spell reflection? Hell yeah? Also spell BREAKING, but to be fair she did do that one other time. In, you guessed it, book 1.

- "When I tried to picture Sylvester's face, I kept seeing Simon's instead" ow oof

- Simon calling Amandine "Amy", which we've established is an affectionate nickname (it being what, you know, THE LUIDAEG calls her). Why would Simon, of all people, call her that?

... oh.

-That sure explains a LOT, huh? That sure was set up... this whole time, huh?

-Little "fuck you" lines like "I didn't know Sylvester had a niece" in book 2. Talking about January. Well, uh, he has several actually! You're one of them!

-Explanation for why Sylvester had any inclination to be October's mentor... eventually becoming her liege and father figure... even giving her the Changeling's Choice (something family is supposed to do). It seems mighty convenient that a random noble was involved in the life of a changeling to such an extent. BUT, if he was her uncle, and knew his brother wouldn't step up? Well...

-This isn't even the biggest reveal of the book. Like, we're only a handful of chapters in and this bomb gets dropped.

-Sylvester, every 10 minutes: oh boy I cant wait to see my brother so I can like, completely eviscerate him!

Everyone else: uh,

- Tybalt: and here I thought I was going to have to ask Sylvester for his blessing. Now I technically have to ask SIMON?

Toby: uwotm8

Tybalt: oh god uhh I'm joking yeah uhh I'm just trying to distract you from all this stress :)) yeah (nailed it!)!

-And now we begin the "wow Sylvester is actually not a great person" slide. It's been hinted at that he's pretty unstable and has shitty priorities regarding people he cares about. But Toby glossed over a lot of it because she adored him. Welp.

- It's also an interesting aside that Etienne was kind of a dick to Toby for a reason in the earlier books. He legit thought she had been knighted because she was family, not that she had earned the post. And after the last few books he clearly knows now that that's not the case and they've actually become friends. That's interesting hidden character development.

- ok so The Gang finds out that Simon was telling the truth when he said turning Toby into a fish for 14 years was to save her. Because he had actually been hired to KILL her and didn't want to do it. So it was a loophole-- everyone thought she was dead, and then (as established in book 1) pretty much everyone forgot she existed until the spell broke.

-BUT Simon is bound by a geas (where have we seen that before) and cannot divulge his employer's name. But who had such a grudge against Toby and/or her mom to order a hit on her AND forcibly bind everyone to secrecy?

-who knows? Not toby. So they go to The Luidaeg to maybe get a lead, and she establishes right away that she is ALSO bound under a geas and can't say who did it. So we play some 20 questions, and then...

ULTRA DISTRESSING LUIDAEG LORE :((((

-additional: another month name just came into play. August. Toby's half sister, missing for a century. WHAT IS WITH THE MONTH NAMES

- "please don't mistake villainy for evil." That's an.. interesting quote re:Simon.

- Simon's way of protecting toby from the impending threat is "well maybe you turn into a tree for a few centuries but like. You're safe, right? Why are you mad?"

- The Luidaeg: *is straight up dead*

Toby: hey tybalt remember that time in book 2 when I Resurrected the Dead

Tybalt: yeah, it was fucking terrifying and I didnt speak to you for 6 months

Toby: *finger guns* guess whaaaaaat

-The Luidaeg: *says just. A bunch of Lore*

Toby: Luidaeg dont you dare drop that cryptic shit on me then pass out

Luidaeg: nap time

-"If you so much as whisper the first word of a transformation spell, I'll have your larynx in my hand before the second word can form." DAMN, Tybalt.

-Simon: I am VERY sorry for my bullshit earlier. I can't tell you who my employer is, but I CAN give you this BOUQUET of ICE COLD ROSES. Ice cold, like winter. Winter Roses, if you will. Yeah. Uh have a nice life, bye!

Everyone: well this sure is a mystery

-Simon is definitely a morally grey character. Has done really awful shit, is built up as a major villain... but turns out he had relatively little control over his actions. He does the wrong thing a lot but it's usually not for a truly evil end? If the context is to be believed he got stuck in the geas contract with Unnamed Employer to save his daughter, which explains the bad shit he did that we know of. Which then inadvertently kicked off like the whole series. He seems to genuinely care about Toby in a warped way? It would be so easy to write him off as an evil stepdad or whatever and there's plenty of canon to support that stance (she's an illegitimate CHANGELING child) but he seems like he wants to just be her dad. I hope we explore his character more, is what I'm saying.

-And not to keep rambling about it but Toby is an established unreliable narrator and a horrible (initial) judge of character. So it's not like this is an asspull or off base at all.

Twist of the fucking century here.

-You know... the character who set off the events of the series? The character who was murdered in book 1 and bound October to a geas forcing her to find the culprit or die? Evening fucking Winterrose?

-There were hints, most very subtle unlike the other big twists, but probably the biggest one is SHE NEVER SHOWS UP AS A NIGHT HAUNT. And they're in the story quite a bit, and they ALWAYS feature killed off characters. Except Evening.

-My favorite hints were the ones just piled in book 1. Comments like "no one knows who Evening really is" said with zero self awareness. Because we are actually about to find out who she is... 7 goddamn books later.

-dead meme but "surprise, bitch. Bet you thought you saw the last of me."

-God she's so awful lol

-Toby thinking Quentin died then calling him THE SON SHE NEVER HAD is a BIG OOF right to the HEART. ;-;

-The book also points out that The Luidaeg through the series has ALWAYS referred to Evening in present tense. Even though she "died" in book 1.

-The Luidaeg ALSO never refers to her as Evening. It's always "The Winterrose". You know, a title. Which we have heavily emphasized is something the Firstborn use in place of their true names.

*jazz hands* Surprise!

-We also (finally) have a canon explanation for the... rather remarkable coincidence that Quentin, the fucking Crown Prince (from TORONTO), is in San Francisco at all. It was always weird he got sent to Shadowed Hills, and it's been commented on multiple times... Evening arranged it, of course! For reasons we don't quite know. But as the Daoine Sidhe Firstborn, her descendants couldn't exactly say no. Even though they didn't know who she really was.

-We really are falling all over Firstborn in this series? It sure is.. an odd coincidence, huh?

We got:

The Luidaeg: Roane/Selkie

Amandine: Dochas Sidhe

Acacia: Blodynbryd

Evening: Daoine Sidhe

Blind Michael: ... uh actually I don't think we ever learn what race he's Firstborn of. All his "children" are kidnapping victims forcibly twisted into monsters. Well, except for Luna, but we only know the Blodynbryd side.

But it's weird that for being so rare that we've run into 5 of them in 8 books. There's gotta be a reason for it.. but what?

-Luna starts the series as Toby's Surrogate Mom and is now just straight up an enemy huh

-I made this observation in my book 1 notes, but I find it very interesting that all of Toby's initial friends and allies... aren't by this point. Whereas her current allies are either former enemies or people she initially disliked or distrusted.

Starter allies: Sylvester? Was lying to her the whole time. Luna? Pretty much tried to sacrifice her (+above). Evening? Uhh this whole damn book. Devin? Tried to kill her for personal gain. Lily/Connor? Both killed off for real.

Current allies: Tybalt? Literal former enemy turned lover. Quentin? Kind of a snotty, vaguely racist kid she whips into shape. The Luidaeg? Extremely powerful witch who Toby assumes is True Neutral and wouldn't hesitate to kill her. May? Literal personal walking death omen.

It's just a cool reversal. There's so much really excellent character development in this series and I love it.

-Simon still is a pretty major bastard but.. less outright mustache twirling evil than we were led to believe up to this book. You learn his Backstory and while it really doesn't justify his actions it does...explain them.

-Blink and you miss it Lore: August is missing because she entered a contract with the Luidaeg. She's holding the candle from book 3 :)))

I'm starting to realize I stan The Luidaeg so hard I just have to take a picture every time she shows up and does stuff lmfao. (Best character).

-But... nothing like your inconceivably ancient and powerful aunt suddenly owing you a life debt, I guess???

-Toby. You know, just an ordinary weak changeling who has somehow managed to KILL A FIRSTBORN and RAISE THE DEAD. yikes.

I'm just putting this here cause it's funny as shit. Tybalt really is just... a cat

This book: I heard you like distressing Luidaeg lore??

Me: oh thanks I don't need to feel things

-God Evening is awful. Like, if you didn't know that already, see above.

-It says something about The Luidaeg that despite all that shit their Firstborn did to her she ends up becoming such good friends with Quentin, a Daoine Sidhe?

-BIG LORE with The Luidaeg talking to Maeve??? And Maeve "responding" kind of? This series damn well better explore what the fuck happened to those three it's been built up all series

-Omg the showdown with Evening and The Luidaeg. And Toby managing to break free and realize she deserves so much more than Evening-- all without magic. And Simon showing up for a last minute redemption trying to hit Evening with elf shot? I mean he gets shot in the process, but...

-We now have like, 3 or 4 characters just... asleep indefinitely thanks to elf shot. that's gonna be a Thing isnt it. Rayseline, Evening, Simon, Arden's brother...

WE DID IT BOYS

-This is the last full one I've already read. Most of my reactions in 9-12 are gonna be new. So.

#long post #i mean it's under a cut.. but

[lanaarwenlazar]

in honor of villain releasing and me starting it later today, here is a special insight into my brain in the form of the notes i made on my phone as i was reading monster last year, completely unedited (so with all my spelling mistakes and freakouts)

there are spoilers for monster, obviously

(keep in mind that i was very emotional about being back in the gone-universe, so don’t judge me lmao)

i ship malik and shade already. can’t habdle them they’re too cute

oh my god shade is basically a true crime fan, thanks i hate it

“WHATEVER MALIK DID IT GENERALLT SOMEHOW WORK” MY LOVE

...it will be interesting to see what people have to say about mg writing his first trans character

transphobic violence already, i think someone will have a problem with this chapter being called “the meet cute”

where

is

dekka

WHAT THE FUCK SHADE WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOURE INSANE

I WAS RIGHT BY THE WAY THE MOVIE SUCKED AND WAS A BAD IDEA AND I HOPE ASTRID AND SAM ARE SUFFERING AND HAVE NO FRIENDS

nooo dekka sweetie :(((

oh my god a dekka chapter what if we get updates on everyone i’m not ready

dekka is broke no :(((

but she drives a motorcycle i’m so in love

dekka has a cat. marry me

“Of those three hundred thirty-two kids, fifty-one developed one supernatural power or another. Only nineteen of you developed major powers and survived. And of these nineteen, seven have since developed serious psychological disorders” NO MY KIDS IM CRYING

“Lana Lazar spent time in a mental health facility” eeelp

“I know, she’s a friend of mine. She’s fine now.” THEY ARE FRIEND.jzoddbfb

“Others’ like Sam Temple, the supposed hero of the fayz, have had-”

HAVE HAD WHA TOM??!!!?!

“’Supposed hero?’ Screw you. You don’t disrespect Sam Temple where I can here it.” I’m 😭😭😭😭😭😭

sam was in rehab has an alcoholic kill me

and he’s on the wagon sober for sixteen months ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

DEKKA REMEMBERINH BRIANNA KILL ME

Hey, Sam’s sober and Astird got her head screwed on straight so leave them out of this - dekka out there defending her people

MG in the online: edilio is the true hero of the fayz MG in the books: sam is the true hero of the fayz me: so what is the truth?

oh my god that just means edilio is still underappreciated

DEKKA WANTS SAM AND ASTRID TO GO TO COLLEGE WORK AND ONE DAY HAVE A BABY GIRL NAMED DEKKA WHAT THE FUCK SHOOT ME

Me @ me: mg loves edilio. he will be in here. mg loves edilio. he will be in here. mg loves edilio. he will be in here. mg loves edilio. he will be-

Four year old Sean is here to cause trouble

Cruz singing my love ❤️❤️

We’ve literally just met him and Justin DeVeere already sounds like a potential school shooter

also how dare mg give him the same name as justin roger’s little brother

He’s so disgusting yikes

I don’t understand what just happened and what erin and justin are up to but WHY do i feel like they just had sex so they could have a gaia-like baby

is justin turning into the hulk or orc

Justins arm is turning into a sword

Is justin turning into drake...

Or orc/britney? Orc/britney/justin?

If Aristotle Arno Adamo is anything like Ari from Aaddtsotu i already love him

oh he’s not

Armo is the Quinn of Monster pass it on

Will Quinn be mentioned in this book?

“Armo was not part of any clique, because there was one, only one Armo at Malibu High School” oh my god he’s awful i love him

“I want to take Danish. My family is danish” bitch mine too

“You understand that everyone in Denmark speaks english right? Usually better than most Americans?” drag america i love t

god i love him

armo just survived a serious accident and he’s crying because he wreacked his car whaya guy

what are they doing to armo :(((

SHADE WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT

noo poor cruz

whyy would mg introduce malik tenerife, the biggest sweetheart and shade’s closest friend and make me fall in love with him, and then in the SAME CHAPTER introduce cruz, a new best friend for shade and then just never mention malik again???? i love cruz but i miss malik

where is knightmare

“I REREAD THE ELLISON BOOK” ASTRID WROTE A BOOK

yikes a milady dude and homophobia all in one page!!

WHY IS EVERYONE IN THIS BOOK JUST TRANSFORMING INTO BOOKS

oh shit i just understood why mg says this is part animorphs

Malik’s back my boy

DEKKAS CAT IS NAMED EDITH WINDSOR I JUST----

DEKKA TOOK THE FRAMED PICTURE OF BRIANNA WITH HER OH MY GODDD

“Only now did Dekka see that those last four years had been a dream, unreal, somehow. The FAYZ was real.” dekka bby no :(((

oh my goooood taylor is back bitches i just got chills

SHE GRABBED THE CELEBRITY GOSSIP MAGAZINES OF COURSE SHE DID I LOVE HER

dekka be nice to taylor she’s had a hard life she deserves to know the goss :))

when they’re only talking baout the kids with power... when will edilio come in

aaaand there is drake ugh. “a violent, sadistic psychopath. A rapist. A torturer. A murderer”

EDILIO WAS THERE TOO THERE TOO THE FUCK

DID MG FORGET EDILIO ECISTS

BRIANNA DEKKA SAM ASTRID TAYLOR DRAKE LANA HUNTER ORC HAVE ALL BEN MENTIONED

WHERE IS EDILIO AND LANA

Drake responsible for 18 instances of rape mutilation and murder in the last year y i k e s

Justin has a lobster claw for one hand and a sword for the other o k a y

oh my god shade could kill tr*mp

“There are three types of superheroes, Shade: Hero, Villain and Monster” *looks into the camera like i’m on the office*

CAINE AND PENNY GOT THEIR MENTIONS

NOW GIVE ME EDILIO

Malik is still in love with shade rip me

oh no cruz bby you’re invisible :((

i feel like this series will be more hard sci-fi with aliens and government and powers than gone was, gone was more of a sci-fi/dystopian/lord of the flies/survival-mix

i’m worried about armo :((

me: had never read an animorphs book in my life also me: wow this reminds me so much of animorphs!

HES A POLAR BEAR NOW

THEY’RE LITERALLY SAYING THE WORD MORPHING

should be interesting to see what kind of shit mg will get for this y i k e s

WHAT THE FUCKKKKKK IS HAPØENING THE SEAN WAS HE TURNING INTO A CATERPILLAR WITH NO MOUTH WHAT THE FUCK HE IS FOUR YEARS OLD

OH THERES HIS MOUTH WHAT THE FUCK

fuuuuck i knew he would be knightmare

at least knightmare really is the name of a shitty pretentious art student dude

a group of girl scouts just fell to their deaths off the golden gate bridge

WHO ARE THE DARK WATCHERS

i actually think they’re aliens

pls get over brianna dekka

at least mg is realizing that brekka was kind of weird

why is dekka watching danish sex. what does that even mean.

this book is unrealistic bc it’s page number 208 and dekka still hasn’t thought about edilio. who goes that long without thinking about edilio.

oh no dekka is morphing with some animal too

DEKKA HAS MEDUSA HAIR WHAT THE FUCK

the cat died WHAT THE FUCK

“Motorcycle gangs and white supremacists and registered sex offenders, that’s who dominated Perdido Beach today” yikes

Dekka mentioned the word gaiaphage and i had a physical disgusted reaction, but not because of the actual gaiaphage, but bc of that fucking website. god i lvoe that gaiaphage.com is dead.

why has mg created a worldwide perdido beach situation but just given is three books to fix it

“I was Sam’s soldier” NO??? You wrre edilio’s soldier the fuck

EVERY TIME I SEE EDITH MY HEART SKIPS BECAUSE IT STARTS WITH EDI AND I THINK ITS FINALLY GOING TO BE EDILIO

Armo and Dekka is my new brotp

WHO THE FUCK IS JEHOVA

LESS VILLAIN POVS MICHAEL PLEASE

“Hey. You. Should. Um.... Stop. Being. An. Asshole.” SHADE

Combining the villains into one villain. Very schmart michael 👌🏻

PAGE 308 EDILIO MENTION OH MY GOD

Edilio on page 309 kill me cant even quote it

GRAVES STILL THERE

IN RESPECTFUL MEMORY TO BOTH THE WISE AND THE FOOLISH WHO STRUGGLED TO SURVIVE UNSPEAKABLE HORRORS IN THIS PLACE im 😭😭

ALBERT GOT HIS DUES YEAH

BUT HOW IS EDILIO TODAY

WHERE IS DINAA LOSER

GRAVE FOR MARY 😭

GRAVE FOR DUCK 😭

GRAVE FOR HUNTER 😭

GRAVE FOR ORC 😭

Grave for Caine 😐 “Caine Soren. “King of the FAYZ. Blaze of Glory”

FIRST DIANA MENTION AND ITS HOW MUU CAINE LOVED HER IM

BRIANNA HAS A LAST NAME SOS. “Brianna Berenson. “The Breeze”. None More Bold.”

DIANA IS HERE I REPEAT DIANA IS HERE IN THE FLESH AND STILL BEAUTIFUL

DIANA PUTS FLOWERS ON THE GRAVES ONCE A WEEK OH MY HOD YOU HAVE NOTHING TO BE SORRY ABOUT I MEAN YOU DID GIVE BIRTH TO GAIA AND EAT PANDA BUT STILL

DIANA HAS A JOB AS A BARISTA HER OWN PLACE IS SEVEN MONTHS SOBER AND HAVENT TRIED TO KILL HERSELF LATELY

WAS HER AND SAM DRINKING BUDDIES

THEY SERVE A SAM TEMPLE CUCKTAIL AND A LANA VODKA

“I GUESS THEIRONY THAT FAYZERS HAVE A TENDENCY TO DRINK TOO MUCH IS LOST ON THEM” TELL THEM DEKKA

“YOU WERE GOOD TO KEEP SAM AND STRID OUT OF IT” NO TELL THEM LOSERS

DOES DIANA LIVE IN PERDIDO BEACH :((((

“THIS IS THE MOST INTIMATE IVE EVER BEEN WITH A DUDE” SAME

When Roger still hasn’t been mentioned and you know he wasn’t really that important so you can’t really complained but you miss him

and how is edilio really dekka hmmm???

Eww this Drake Brittany thing is worse if possible

wait wait wait what hoe did they get there what

if i finish monster and still don’t know how edilio is doing i’ll sue

the villain...breathes fire. he’s a dragon

Shade looks like a the bizzare cross between a flea, a Power Ranger and a teenaged girl w h a t

Vincent Vu: part fish!

noooo not malik :(((

one half of me: where the fck is edilio go talk to him dekka other half of me: edilio deserves a peaceful life thank i for keeping him away from it all

OKAY BUT WOULD EDILIO AND SAM AND EVERYONE SEE DEKKA ON THE FBI MOST WANTED LIST AND HEAR ABOUT EVERYTHING GOING ON AND SAY YIKES NOT OUR PROBLEM??? No tf they would help her!!!!

DEKKA IS WITH SAM DEKKA IS WITH SAM I REPEAT DEKKA IS WITH SAM AND HE IS HER STRONG RIGHT ARM SHOOT ME LET ME DIE

im emo

the end

missing: quinn and roger

#gone series #just a warning this is a really long list of notes siukfdsasdkf #hightlighst include: this book is unrealistic nobody goes this long without thinking about edilio #Shade looks like a bizzare cross between a flea a power ranger and a teenaged girl #and ''why is dekka watching danish sex. what does that even mean'' #i recommend this for gone-fans who doesn't want to read monster but wants to know what it's all about #and for people who have read monster and need a dumb refreshed before villain

[kawaiiunagi]

eri + erasermic (and others lol) hcs

So finding out that Aizawa is Eri’s caregiver (aka dad) gave me so many ideas and hcs!! I didn’t want to keep posting & tweeting like 9 each day and annoy everyone so I made a long list. (If I think of more I’ll make another post!)

I haven’t caught up to the manga (I think I’m at like chapter 150ish something?) so feel free to correct me on any canon errors!

(I’m sorry it’s long and I’m sorry for all the exclamation points lol)

Aizawa & Yamada don’t spoil Eri per se but, they want her to enjoy being a kid and be happy so they kinda do lol They take her to Disneyland and y’all know all three of them have mouse ears!!

Eri loves being in the middle, holding both of her dads’ hands, and asking them to lift her up so she can swing!!

Thank you to my dear friend, Spicy, she told me that in the light novel that Yamada lives in the dorms too so my line of thinking is that Eri has a room at the dorm too, next to her dads’ (Spicy & i agreed that Mr. Principal gave Yamada & Aizawa a larger room bc they’re married, causing Midnight to get jealous and she asks Kan to marry her so that she can get a big room too sldfj; anyways). Her room is also around the other teacher’s for protection.

I’ve already mentioned this in other posts (here & here) and on twitter that Eri gets bad nightmares. At first she doesn’t go to Aizawa and Yamada, thinking that they don’t care, but Aizawa hears her and goes to her and comforts her. After that she starts going into their room and starts sleeping in the middle of them in their bed.

I ALSO MADE THIS IN ANOTHER POST BUT ONE OF MY MOST FAVORITE HC IS THAT AIZAWA’S WHOLE BODY IS COVERED IN SCARS AND HE SHOWS THEM TO ERI WHEN SHE FEELS BAD ABOUT HER’S AND SHE SMILES, “You’re like me!” (yes I wanted to repeat this because I just love this so much!!! fight me)

When people tell Yamada & Aizawa “how polite and quiet Eri is” they know it’s because of her past trauma, that she conditions herself to stay quiet and “be polite” (not to say this is like that for all children, but it is for Eri) so they encourage her to make (safe!) mistakes, like accidentally spilling milk, or encourage her to speak her opinions more; let her live & be a kid more. They ask the class to help out (which ofc they do)

Which brings me to: Eri picking up bad words from Baku lmao Eri straights up tells her teacher, who gave her a bad marking on her spelling test or something, “You’re a dipshit” flsdjf;al Needless to say Aizawa & Yamada weren’t happy. (When Baku hears about it he can’t help but smirk)

Yamada cooking, with a pot of boiling water on the stove, and Eri reaches up for it, thinking she’s helping, but when Yamada notices that the pot is about to fall on her, he grabs her arm and moves out of the way just in time when the boiling water splatters on the floor. Yamada is about to tell Eri something when he notices she’s scared, not from the water, but from Yamada, expecting a punishment. Yamada is clearly heartbroken over that and hugs her, telling her that he grabbed her, not because he’s angry at her, but because he was scared she would get hurt. (In my mind this was a lot more emotional & heartfelt but I suck at writing so lmao)

Momo making Eri little toys & gifts!!!! And each time Momo gives her one, Eri gives Momo a big hug!!!!!!!!!

Sato and Eri baking!!!!!!!!!!!! Her favorite thing to bake are cookies and she gives a cookie to everyone at the dorms.

Eri likes to (try to) stay up on Friday nights to listen to her dad’s radio show. She either listens with Aizawa or she listens to it with Jirou in her dorm room!!!

When Eri is a teen she was so impressed by the class’ concert that she wants to play the drums so Aizawa & Yamada buys her a drum set. (This years in the future when the three of them get their own house) Aizawa & Yamada are chillin’ on the couch when Aizawa hears a lot of banging and he glares over to Yamada but Yamada has his hearing aids out so he doesn’t hear anything lkdfj;a Aizawa is just ‘god grant me death’

During arts & crafts, Eri’s teacher tells her to draw her family so Eri draws all 19 students of class 1-A, her two dads, Kan, Midnight, and the other teachers with a large heart. Eri shows it to everyone and everyone is teary eyed!!!!! She tells everyone that the 19 students are her brothers & sisters and god class 1-a is straight up sobbing lol

TSUYU BRINGING HER SIBLINGS OVER AND THEY PLAY WITH ERI

Uraraka makes Eri float so Eri can “fly” and Eri is floating around, flapping her arms, with a huge ass smile!!!!

KAN (AKA BLOOD KING AKA MY HUSBAND) IS THE BEST BABYSITTER. Like when Eri first meets him she’s really scared by him, but he introduces his dog to her and Eri isn’t scared anymore!!!

THANKS TO @mammonlovesmoney​ FOR THIS IDEA ON TWITTER: KAN’S DOG IS AS BIG AS ERI!!!!! She giggles when his dog licks her cheeks, Kan giving Eri dog treats so that she can make the dog do tricks, and she’s easily amused!!!!!!! (She considers Kan as an uncle later in the years ;A; )

Sleepy Eri in Aizawa’s arms, her head on his shoulder, as idk Aizawa and Yamada are saying goodbye. Yamada & Aizawa share a kiss and then Yamada kisses Eri’s forehead :’) I just love picturing that

THE CLASS THROWS A SURPRISE BIRTHDAY PARTY FOR ERI. Yamada walks in with Eri in his arms, Aizawa behind him, and Yamada watches Eri’s surprised look change to glee!!!!! There’s pretty streamers all around, a fresh baked chocolate cake (thanks to Sato ofc!!!!), and party games and Eri is so excited and happy!!!!

When Eri is a teen she calls out for her dad, which prompts Aizawa to tell her, “I’m in the living room.” “No, I meant my other dad,” Eri says as she walks into the living room and Aizawa is clearly offended fldsjf He tells her her “other dad” is out and if she needs help. She tells him she needs math homework help and Aizawa is just “I can help you with that!” Eri raises an eyebrow, “You can?” And Aizawa is offended again because he’s just as smart as Yamada!!!! lmao but when Eri shows Aizawa her homework Aizawa stares blankly at it, sweating, then gives it back to her. “Call your dad. He’ll help you.”

The class + Eri watch Aliens (bc of Mina lol) and Eri is so terrified of aliens now. Mina comforts her and tells her, “I’m Ridley Hero Alien Queen!!! I’ll always protect you and keep you safe!” and does a pose. Everyone think she’s lame but Eri hugs her and asks if she can sit by Mina until she has to go to bed!!!

Aizawa and Yamada reading Eri bedtime stories :’) Yamada uses different voices and Eri sleeply giggles (and so does Aizawa!!!)

Yamada & Aizawa crying when the adoption papers are finally finalized and they’re now officially Eri’s parents!!!

God and like Aizawa never thought this would be his life. But a year or two after their marriage, Aizawa + Yamada talk about kids but they agreed that right now wasn’t the best. But now??? Here is with a loving husband and a loving daughter!!!

Mentioned this on twitter too but Eri begging her dads for a dog after playing with Kan’s so much! lol

Eri meeting Tensei and pushing him (after Aizawa & Yamada teach her that she should always ask before pushing anyone in a wheelchair!!). She sits in his lap and rides with him down a ramp!! And she has her arms up, they’re both laughing, and when they make it to the bottom, she runs to her dads, jumping up and down, “Did you see us? Did you see us? Did you see us? We were so fast!!!!”

Years later when Eri applies to UA, Aizawa & Yamada are obviously not there to observe her, but Aizawa meets up with Midnight (who did) and just asks, “So?” Midnight shakes her head, “Now you know I can’t tell you anything, Shou-chan!” Aizawa grimaces at the nickname, but Midnight pats his shoulder with a smile. “But, she’s definitely your daughter” And Aizawa smirks at that.

MOMO MAKING RUSSIAN NESTING DOLLS OF AIZAWA, YAMADA, AND ERI. Aizawa & Yamada are on one and inside is Eri. She gives them to Aizawa, and Aizawa has to turn his head to hide his face because he’s crying over how cute this is and how sweet Momo is for making them!!!!

#maizawa #erasermic #i think that's it for tonight lol #feel free to add!!! #and feel free to tell me if its bad or good or whatever yalls opinions!!!! #My Hero Academia #Boku no Hero Academia

[paradisobound]

Light in the Dark

Summary: Phil is the RA (Resident Advisor) for his local college where he manages the residents on the floor of his dorm building. But his junior year in college is about to take a turn when one of his residents, who’s named Dan, is blind. Soon, Phil develops a friendship with Dan as he soon discovers that they were meant for much more than just a platonic relationship. He just hopes that his Alpha abilities won’t scare away the timid Omega.

This is a chaptered work. This is chapter 8. 

Word Count: 2,222 (no, this was not planned lmao)

Warnings: medical disabilities (blindness). Mentions of smut. Mentions of alcohol. Underaged drinking. 

Authors Note: This is just a PSA to make sure all of my viewers know this: never take a drink from someone at a party! Make sure to either bring your own or drink from an unopened bottle. If you leave your drink somewhere, do not pick it back up. Leave it and get a new drink! This is just general knowledge that I want to spread because no one deserves to have their drink drugged! Also, never mix liquors together (i.e beer and wine). It will get you drunk faster but it can also lead to serious implications! This is just in reference to a certain middle section of this chapter but I want everyone to know this! Happy reading! :) 

Phil remembers this exact time the year before. His classes were beginning to pick up and he was already bombarded with a calendar full of due dates and homework. This year was no different.

It had been nearly two weeks since Dan fell asleep in his arms and Phil can admit that no progress has been made between them. But he knows that there is something going on inside Dan’s head. Dan’s body language has changed around him and Phil could have sworn the other day when they were hanging out again that Dan wanted to grab his hand and lean into him again.

Phil is scared of the feelings between them though. He didn’t want to get mixed up in another relationship just because of his past with Devon. But part of him is drawing into Dan, wanting Dan all to himself and never wanting him to leave.

But Phil didn’t want Dan to know that just yet.

Even as he and Dan walked with linked arms to the plaza off campus where Phil was going to buy Dan a real pizza and not just the frozen kind the cafeteria serves them. When he had asked Dan to lunch this morning after meeting up together briefly in the elevator, he got happiness at the blush that spread through Dan’s cheeks before he answered.

And now, they’re almost there and Phil is loving the way Dan’s arm squeezed his as they walked slowly to make sure Dan didn’t trip and fall. Phil had to admit he was kind of a shit guide and being clumsy himself didn’t help. But it didn’t seem like Dan minded. He just laughed it off.

As Phil opened the door for them and they walked in, they were first bombarded with the scent of coffee from the Dunkin Donuts that was in front of them. But then Phil hung a right and took them to the pizza shop where he guided Dan to a seat.

But as they were almost to a booth, a sudden grip on Phil’s arm stopped him. It was coming from the opposite arm that Dan was holding so he was confused as to who it was until he turned his head.

A mop of blonde hair came into his view.

Devon.

“Hey guys!” Devon announced cheerily. “What are you two doing here?”

Phil gritted his teeth, not wanting Dan to be associated with Devon in any way. Over the past week, his entire body just hated Devon. He’s ignored all of his texts and pleas. Devon even came to his dorm room and asked for favors with which Phil refused.

“Dan and I are getting lunch?”

“Phil?” Dan’s timid voice broke through. “Who is that?”

“No one.” Phil snapped.

“What the fuck do you mean no one?” Devon shouted. “Who the fuck do you think you are?”

Phil’s blood boiled through this veins and he let go of Dan momentarily, his hands gesticulating madly in front of him. “Leave me–us–alone!” He belted out, his Alpha voice shining through enough that Devon immediately cowered where he stood. And the whimpering next to him made him turn his head and see a very upset and distraught Dan who was whimpering, his lips shaking.

Phil let out a breath and smoothed back his hair in frustration. “You need to leave.” He said point blank to Devon.

Devon shook his head and took in a shuddering breath. “We had so much together and you’re going to throw it away from him?” He asked, his finger pointing to Dan.

“You threw it away long ago and I was stupid enough to keep letting you in.” Phil stated.

Devon let out a forced breath. He furiously wiped his cheeks before turning on his heels and stomping out of the door, back outside. Phil stood there, in the wake of the fight that had just occurred, unsure of what to do.

He’s never had to use his Alpha voice before and it just happened.

It happened and he scared everyone, including Dan.

Oh, yeah, Dan!

He quickly turned and looked at Dan, who was staring at the ground, his shoulders drooped and his body language sad. “Dan?” Phil asked. “What’s wrong?”

Dan didn’t look up. He just spoke softly. “You really scared me.”

“I’m sorry.” Phil immediately answered. “What I said wasn’t meant for you. You shouldn’t have had to hear that.”

“Can you explain it to me later?” Dan asked. “I don’t like secrets.”

“I know, baby.” Phil winced at the slip of the pet name. He didn’t even know where it came from but it happened so naturally. He reached out and touched Dan’s arm. “Do you still want pizza?”

Dan didn’t answer for a moment. But then his little head bob told Phil he still wanted food. So Phil moved Dan to a seat in a booth and got in line to grab a small pizza for the both of them to eat.

Throughout lunch, Dan remained quiet. His unseeing gaze was fixed on the table and he showed no signs of moving it. Multiple times, Phil had the urge to move onto Dan’s side of the booth and just hold him until he calmed down. He knew Dan felt better when an Alpha touched his skin and held him.

But he knew that would have to be for later. And only if Dan wanted to. He didn’t know how Dan felt about him quite yet.

They finished their lunch in quiet but when they left, Dan took Phil’s arm again and they went back to the dorm building.

When they got to their floor, and began walking through the hallway, Phil stopped and asked him if he wanted to come back to his dorm room for a while and talk and Dan agreed. It surprised Phil that Dan wanted to go back with him after how scared he got. But he was glad.

It meant the Omega wasn’t totally afraid of him.

Phil unlocked the door to his room and brought Dan over to his bed where they both sat down and relaxed onto the stiff mattress. Dan took off his jacket in the process and let it slide to the floor as Phil removed his sweatshirt. As Phil laid back, Dan laid back too and cuddled next to him, which surprised Phil once again.

But then Dan spoke.

“Was that guy your boyfriend?” His voice was shy and timid. Unsure.

“No.” Phil said. “He was an ex.”

“An ex-boyfriend?” Dan asked.

“Yeah.”

“What was his name?” Phil smiled at Dan’s curiosity. He normally would have been annoyed at the prodding but with Dan, he was okay with it.

“His name was Devon.”

Dan’s hand came up and rested onto Phil’s shoulder.

“How long were you guys together?”

Phil sighed. “I’ll just tell you the whole story. But I warn you it’s kind of long.”

Phil didn’t want to be at this party. Okay, that was a total and complete lie. Of course he wanted to be at this upperclassman party, but he never expected himself to be invited. He guessed it paid off to have a roommate who was on the soccer team. And he was even more lucky that the party was at the soccer house tonight.

It was his first college party. He knew it was probably gonna be a mistake but he felt like if he didn’t go, he would have regretted it in the end. He didn’t want to be seen as one of the prude freshman who never let loose or have fun.

But as of right now, he wasn’t totally having fun. He didn’t know anyone here and everyone was packaged in like sardines. He didn’t even know where to go or where anything led to.

He saw a staircase in front of him, but it was lined with students making out on every step, some of them going further on a few of the steps. And to his side, he had a tell jock pushing a red cup to his hand. “Dude. You need to have a drink man. Your hand is empty!”

Phil took the drink and looked down at the weird colored liquor. He slowly lifted it to his lips and tasted. It was disgusting and strong. He coughed and sputtered, the taste wetting his lips. He didn’t like this.

Okay, maybe this was a mistake.

Phil left the cup somewhere on a mantle piece as he walked through the living room and somehow ended up in a less crowded kitchen with jocks pouring various liquor bottles into a giant punch bowl.

Okay, that spells disaster pretty quickly. But he grabbed a cup of it anyway from a way too drunk jock that sloshed it down his front in process. Good thing he was wearing his black shirt.

Taking a sip, this drink much more appealing, he found himself wandering outside to the back of the house. His legs were just moving on his own. He made it to an open area and sat down, the loud music pumping outside through the ground and the lights from inside shining out.

He was tapping his foot on the grass when a blond male came up to him, his head bouncing of curls and his green eyes staring at Phil. He was cute. He was extremely cute. And as Phil took an intake of breath, he noticed that the male was an Omega and his scent was delicious.

“Hi there.” The boy said, sitting down next to Phil with his own cup. “My name is Devon.”

Phil looked at him and smiled. “I’m Phil.”

“Any reason you’re out here all alone?” Devon asked.

“I just don’t know what to do here.” Phil said with a laugh. “I’m a freshman.”

Devon chuckled. “Same. But don’t tell anyone else that.”

“What major are you?” Phil asked.

“I’m a political science major. I wanna become the first Omega lawyer in this town.” Phil smiled at that. That was such a great accomplishment.

Phil went over his major with Devon as they both sat and just stared ahead at the party going on. He didn’t know what to expect when he left with Devon that night. He didn’t expect for him to lose his virginity to him in his dorm room as Devon took control. He didn’t expect for them to become an item–to begin dating.

He didn’t expect for Devon to go off his heat suppressants and begin going through heats. He didn’t expect himself to be so intrigued at Devon being his mate that he went off from his pills too. He didn’t expect to share a rut and heat with Devon as he locked inside of him, his knot swelling for the first time ever as he bit deep into Devon’s mating gland. And he definitely didn’t expect for Devon’s body to never heal because Devon never felt the same.

But Phil didn’t know that when he took Devon’s hand and showed him his dorm room at three am on a Friday night after drinking a little too much at the soccer house.

Phil finished the story and looked down at Dan who was tense.

“Do you still care about him?” Dan asked.

Phil shook his head. “I did. But I’ve got someone else on my mind now.”

Dan blushed and curled in closer to Phil. Then his smile faltered and he managed to look up–almost–directly at Phil. “So does that mean you’re not a virgin?” He asked.

Phil was taken aback at the question but he figured if he and Dan were actually soulmates, like his body was beginning to sense more and more every day, that they needed to talk about this with each other.

Phil nodded. “Yes, I’m not a virgin.”

Dan sighed. “I am.” He said. “I’m a virgin because Omegas are supposed to be pure when they meet their mates.”

“I know that.” Phil said, his arm tightening along with his jeans at the sudden arousal he was feeling. Stupid Alpha hormones.

“I hope that I don’t disappoint my mate with my inexperience. I’ve never even kissed someone before.”

“Yeah?” Phil asked.

Dan nodded. “Yeah.”

“Do you–”

Phil’s voice got caught in his throat as Dan lunged forward and his lips landed somewhere on the corner of Phil’s mouth and his cheek. He chuckled softly as he reached his hands out and moved Dan’s head so their lips were connected.

His body was screaming at him how right this was. This was his mate. He knew this now. Everything about this was exactly what he needed. And oh God, he never wanted to stop.

Their lips moved together in sync before Phil pulled away and smiled at Dan, although Dan couldn’t see it.

“Did you feel that?” Dan asked.

“I did.”

“What does that mean?”

“I think we’ll know soon enough.”

Dan smiled at Phil and rested his head back to Phil’s chest. Phil reached down and threaded their fingers together as their hands rested in each others.

This was perfect to Phil. The inner need inside of him to find his mate was suddenly being unleashed but also quenched. As he looked down at the blushing curly hair boy on his chest, his heartbeat sped up.

Yeah. Dan was definitely his mate.

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Wedding in Hawaii || Part 1

hi. i got inspired these last couple of days bc as we all know harry freaking styles is spending his free time in hawaii at a wedding looking hella good and stuff. i guess the title already gave it away so i don’t need to explain anything further so just enjoy bc i absolutely loved writing this. oh and a part 2 is coming. and maybe more parts. i don’t know about them tho. part 2 is confirmed it is on the way it’s almost done actually. harry is feeding me so good y’all i can’t believe my man i love him so much and my love for him will be clearly shown throughout these little one shots. so if you don’t like too cute and sweet and lovey-dovey shit then i suggest you not reading these. they’ll be full of stuff like that. sorry for any spelling mistakes, once again i haven’t proof read it lmao i probably should start doing that again 

Part 2 • Part 3

Wedding Buddies - book based on this series 

Masterlist: x

I couldn’t have imagined spending my time elsewhere as I was in Hawaii with Harry on my side in his lovely attire looking like the happiest person on this planet.

He was gorgeous. Like so fucking gorgeous.

There were no words that could’ve possibly described how I felt about him as I was watching him in his pale yellow suit and dress pants. Not to mention the blue Hawaiian shirt he wore under his blazer.

He found that funny. Nah, scratch that.

He found it hilarious. Absolutely hilarious.

Harry found it absolutely hilarious that he was wearing a Hawaiian printed shirt while he was in Hawaii.

���What you smiling at?” he asked me as he stepped next to me, his arms sneaking around my waist and pulling me closer to his body.

I sweetly kissed his chin then the corner of his mouth which caused him to grin widely and the pounding of my heart increased dramatically at the sight. He was so so pretty and I could barely breathe as he was right there in front of me.

“I love you,” I muttered as I stared up at him, my voice a tiny bit serious but oh so full of love. “You’re so gorgeous.”

“What’s gotten into you?” he chuckled as he put one of his hands on my cheek, the palm of his hand was warm and it fit perfectly on the side of my face. I leaned into his touch, closing my eyes and forgetting the fact that we were at his mate’s wedding.

“You before,” I blurted out a bit too bluntly which caused him to laugh out as loud as hell and I couldn’t help but chuckle too.

“Alright, my love,” he said as he hugged me and pressed a kiss on the top of my head. “You cannot drink anymore alcohol.”

“Hey, don’t be rude to me! I can drink whatever I wanted. It’s your fault you’re not used to me being blunt.”

“Trust me, I am,” he sighed with a smile on his lovely face. I couldn’t help myself when I just grabbed both sides of his face and pressed my lips against his.

His mouth was massaging mine as he was giving me one of his sweet kisses, his grin spreading across his face causing us to pull away from each other. His eyes were shining and his cheeks were pink, his hair fluffy because of the humidity and he was just having so much fun it got me to never end up being bored.

“You didn’t say I love you back to me,” I pouted and he leaned down and pecked my lips.

“I love you. I love you. I love you,” he said it three times and between each confession he kissed me. “Hey, baby?”

“Yes?”

“I love you.”

I laughed before hugging him tightly around his waist.

“I love you.”

**

It was bright and early when I woke up to the sound of someone puking in the bathroom and that someone ended up being Harry when I didn’t find him next to me in bed. We only came back from wedding at four am so when I checked what time it was and ended up finding out it was just twenty past five in the morning I was not impressed.

Sighing, I got out of bed, throwing my hair in a bun before entering the bathroom. Harry was on the floor leaning against the bathtub which I used right when we arrived. It was lovely in case you wanted to know.

“How are you feeling?” I asked him as I made my way towards the sink, took his toothbrush out of the cup and filled it up with cold water. I also gave him a towel that was on the side then I flushed the toilet after closing the top of it.

“Like hell,” he answered lowly. He chucked the towel to the side then put his elbows on his knees that were propped up and laid his forehead on his arms. “What’s the time?”

“Around half past five,” I sighed. “Do you wanna come back to bed?” I yawned, putting my hand in front of my mouth naturally.

“Yeah give me like a decade to be able to stand up,” he told me sassily and I just rolled my eyes.

“Come on, sass pants, give me your hands,” I said as I put my hands out. “Don’t let yourself be like that, it’s only gonna make this worse.”

“Why did I even drink? Why did you let me drink?”

“Hey, don’t blame me! I let you have fun because you’ve been working your butt off.”

“True. It’s not your fault. Well, not entirely.”

“Go to hell, Harry Styles,” I laughed as I gave a little slap to his ass when he stood up. “Now come and brush your teeth.”

“Really?” he looked at me like he saw a ghost as I put some toothpaste on his toothbrush. “Why do I have to brush it?”

“You literally just been throwing up,” I told him with a little chuckle added at the end, my voice thickly laced with sleep. “Come on, please, don’t be a hassle,” I sighed. “I’ll brush your teeth for you, c’mere.”

And he did.

He actually let me brush his teeth.

I couldn’t believe how lazy he was. But then again I didn’t expect him not to take up on that chance. He always did when I offered to do something instead of him.

He was a lazy piece of ass and I found it funny how no one really knew that about him. Harry never showed that, only to the people he was really comfortable around and with and I felt really good that I could consider myself to be one of those people.

“Thank you, love you,” he murmured as he hugged me with one hand and kissed my temple.

I just nodded as I rinsed out his toothbrush then put it back in its place. Harry took my hand once I dried it and we went back to bed, both of us getting under the duvet since all the windows were open and the weather was a bit windy outside.

Moments later Harry curled up against me, his legs sneaking between mine as he hid his face in the crook of my neck. His right hand was slowly making its way on to my waist then it slid down on to my bum and he rested it there.

“D’you wanna come work out with me tomorrow?” he asked me after minutes had pass, his voice low and croaky.

I furrowed my eyebrows as I ran my fingers through his short hair, remembering back to that loose strand of hair that rested on his forehead all day and night. It was so blooming sexy I found it so much more attractive than I probably should have.

“Work out with you? Tomorrow?” I asked back with a light chuckle. His hand squeezed my bum a bit which I’m not gonna lie was a good feeling.

I loved his hands all over me I didn’t mind one bit when he did that as long as we were in private. I’d rather him not do stuff like that when we’re out and about with all the paparazzi and fans around.

God knows what would happen to me as soon as people would find out about it.

“Mhm, I saw the gym when we arrived. Wanna try it before we gotta leave.”

“Okay, we’ll see, bub,” I told him as I continued to play with his curls that were making a comeback and ensuring my happiness.

“Do you wanna get married in Hawaii?” he asked me which caught me off guard.

“I mean if I’ll be marrying you, I won’t mind where we’ll get married.”

“Good answer,” he laughed. “I think m’gonna sleep now.”

“You should and so should I,” I said yawning.

“Mmmm, yeah,” he agreed. “Sleep tight, pretty girl.”

“You too, gorgeous,” I kissed his head before scooting closer to him in hopes of not having to get up again for another round to the bathroom.

#harry styles #harry styles one shots

[beowulfs-booty-call]

The High Priestess, Strength, The Hermit, Justice, The Sun, weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

WHEEEEEEE! Okay, honestly, whee reminds me of the Sun and what do you know, a birth tarot card lmao

Anywho, without further ado...!

The High Priestess: One thing you wish you knew

Golly, there’s a lot of stuff I wish I knew, tbh... I wish I knew a lot of stuff I didn’t have to learn the hard way these more recent years in a sense...

But, to be real, I wish I really knew if I was ever going to fall in love with the right person in my life. I know, I know, “You’re the romantic incubus, you’re going to.” But what I mean is, I wish I knew when was the right time, like, how do I know when I’ll be ready to fall in love with someone? Will it be when I feel comfortable with myself like I’m learning to? Will it be when I start bettering myself because of someone else? Will it be when I lose someone and I realize the things they brought to my life ended up making me living a life I can’t live without them? It’s... Tough. I woke up two hours ago, from an intense fever like dream and suddenly everything feels like nothing really exists. Like I’ve been dreaming for a hundred years. 

And that’s what I’ve been wondering about since I woke up.

When will I know I can or will fall in love. 

Granted, it’s something I feel is sort of my own recurring thing to figure out, I really wish I just... Knew, you know?

Now, if it was about a thing I wish I knew as a kid I didn’t have to now, it would be that, people are going to love me for who I am, that being bi is perfectly fine, and being my own person is nothing to hurt me. Masculinity, Femininity... They’re just perceived notions of people. No one is going to stop loving me just because I cross my legs, or because I feel personally comfortable with someone of my own gender, and the opposite gender now and again in a relationship with myself. That... That it’s okay to be who you are now, that no one’s going to tell you to be you, than yourself and your heart.

I really wish I knew that so long ago, so I could be so much happier when I was younger, but, the thing to takeaway from that now is that in the end, it’s okay. I’m learning to make my life better now, and others. That’s really all I can do. And I’m hella into it.

Strength: Something you struggle with

God, accepting myself was the first thing, learning to move on from past mistakes was another, but they’re something I’ve gotten through. Right now, it’s working past the emotional abuse my parents have put me through and learning to give myself the love they haven't. I still have to deal with the pain of looking in the mirror, and thinking: “You’re okay, you aren’t a tool. You aren’t unfeeling for bottling things up. You were just hurt. And that’s okay.” It’s also come to the point I say sorry for many things, big and small but for nigh anything. I know you’ve helped coach me not to put myself in a position in which small acts of kindness are worth gratitude in the way that I make it seem (Like, you know, saying thank you for you acting like a decent person when, I don’t consider myself that.) as well as apologizing for any little thing, but it’s still something I’m trying hard to come off on. I personally think I waste people’s time and I don't actually deserve any sort of kindness because I’m so used to vying for it instead. I’m used to watching people be happy, and I try my best to make them happy, but I can’t see myself happy. And that’s why it’s still hard for me to come off my mannerisms as “stiff”. 

It’s hard because I have these doubts in my mind that when I put my hands together and I feel “stiff”, I’m that kid who sits alone during an award’s ceremony, my parents not there, and I’m walking up to the podium like a machine, and I sit back and pretend I don’t feel anything so I don't break down telling everyone I’m sorry for looking so badly. 

The truth is, I’m learning to move past it. The stiffness is still there at times, but this time I have people I can trust and talk to, and people who love me for who I am. It’s really done a number on my mannerisms now, and, well, I know that this is something I can overcome sometime in the future.

The Hermit: Favourite way to spend a day alone

I like to walk and explore my town or the city when I’m alone, or curl up in bed and read a good book! Personally, I've been left alone for many a time, so I got used to the alone time by inserting myself in stories and myths I read, or by surfing the net for the latest spells to add to my grimoire. When I’m exploring, I like to window shop and maybe even do some chatting with the locals in my spot! We’re all technically neighbors in the sense that I feel perfectly fine with striking up a conversation with someone while waiting for a chai latte at Starbucks. 

That said, I like to draw and write, it’s how I practice! Voice acting... Praying / meditating... Heck, even singing at times! 

But the best way, I say, is when I sit down, put my favorite songs on, all light and maybe a little bit airy... And I wash my hands clean and start to organize my gemstone collection and I do the same with my pokemon card collection and coin collection too! I look through my memory box and then I start to Right after, I pull up my memory box and I end my day there.

My memory box is this lovely fake box shaped like a book that housed simple trinkets, like a keychain from my teacher when he went to London, tickets from the movies I saw with an old friend... A hand made letter from my grandpa... Those things all got into my memory box. At times, when I feel bad, I sift through them and I let myself rethink the memories I had with them.

Justice: A decision you wish you could do over

Definitely not allowing myself to really branch out and start learning more about myself. I didn’t take up any clubs in school until I was a sophomore / junior because my parents told me my grades weren’t high enough (I was an 80 student at the time because the classes were AP and Honors) and as such, clubs were a “luxury”. I ended up taking International Club with my Spanish teacher, later adoptive father figure, Martinez, and photography club in late junior club with my other spanish teacher who really got me into acknowledging myself as a real persona and my love for photography. And even art club!

Had I done that earlier, I feel like I would have so much more to give back and get on as time goes on, but in the end? I’m so glad I took them up anyhow, they’re pieces of what made me who I am today. 

The Sun: Your happiest memory

Goodness, there’s some few of them I got in mind, but man...

One of them was when, I was but a young kid, no more than like 4 or 5. I visited my grandfather in his real estate office and I was just about to graduate my prekindergarten class.

Now, my grandpa looked at me like I was his pride and joy even though we weren’t related by blood. Let me tell you. This man was in his office, and I ended up coming in, and asked his assistant if he was free. Jay, his assistant, warned me that he was busy, but I told him I only wanted to just drop in and say hi. It was a lie, because I wanted me and Mr. Rudy (as we called him, he hated the name “Grandpa”) to go to have lunch at mcdonalds or white castle since it was late may and, well, who doesn’t like some fast food?

So, I knock at his door, and he opens the door to see little old me in my catholic school uniform with a tie and dress shirt and the whole shebang saying,

“Good afternoon, Mr. Rudy! How are you? Are you with a customer?” (Little me prided himself on being able to say customer and not mincing the word like when I say “renember” instead of “remember”.) 

And normally you’d see his glare under his glasses and he’d be angry with you if you did disturb him, but soon as he saw me... He laughed, opened his arm and pulled me up and carried me in talking to his client at the time and sat me down on his lap while he was at his deck. I don’t recall the actual thing the client and him were discussing, but they asked who I was and my grandpa had the biggest, proudest grin on his face and he put his hand over my head, ruffled my hair and said sUPER loud “This is my son!” and little me... Man, little Chris™ was “I’m his son!” on repeat for a good hour. 

We went out, to my graduation after that, and it was then my grandpa went ahead, cancelled his meetings and personally was there to watch. He took me out to celebrate at the local diner and we ended up talking endlessly about Jesus and the catholic religion as a whole because I was just learning about it all. Honestly, it was my happiest memory, because when my father and mother never once acted like one, my grandpa was there to do so, with a  big smile on his face, a good stimulating chat with someone like me, and always saw me as an adult. I felt so validated for my feelings and thoughts. That memory never left me, not even to this day. He’s sadly not around anymore since he passed memorial day weekend, but in an odd sense? He left me a cross made of petrified wood and a cast iron Christ on it, with an opal rosary wrapped around it and a leather backed bible dating from the 60′s. In a sense, he’s not here anymore, but those memories, those little things we did together... They’ll never leave me. 

#Thanks for asking me this David! #Really! #Wulf answers #Girafari-g-irafarig #girafari-g-irafarig

[yuriplisetskysglove]

YOI Child AU ! First OS ~

Ok seriously, you guys deserve to know how the Child AU happened. So, @rilya-dewilder and myself were kinda angry (understatement) with all the hate in the Otayuri tag lately (aaannnd we both ship Otayuri like hell. Seriously. That ship will be the death of me and I love it more than my life. Moving on ~) so we got an idea to troll em. Annnnd thus, this OS was born. But it ended up being too good of an OS to actually let antis read it (ok no seriously, I don’t know if it’s actually good since I’ve only had one person read it, and although I’d never doubt Riri’s tastes in fanfcition, I’m worried about the quality of my own work lmao) Anyway, I hope you’ll enjoy reading it, sorry if there are grammar or spelling mistakes (and feel free to tell me if you spot any !) !! And while tumblr isn’t really a fanfiction platform (well... isn’t supposed to be lmao) I’d be really glad if you could provide me with some constructive criticism to help me improve >W< OS under the cut !

A/N: Steven is Mystery Man’s name (I’ve seen people calling him that so I just kinda went with it lol)

Such a nice and sunny winter afternoon rarely came in St Petersburg. What was even more rare was that both Viktor and Yuuri had managed to get a day off.

The latter was peacefully taking a nap on one of the couches, Makkachin laying at his feet. He had been pushing himself too hard lately, given that plenty of old ladies in town needed help with their grumpy cats and other ill puppies. Moreover, he had been taking in wandering pets that their owners had lost or abandonned, and currently was dedicating himself to finding them new homes. That’s why Viktor didn’t dare waking him up, choosing instead to enjoy some time with the children. Ever since Ekaterina and Dmitri had been made part of the family, Viktor’s daily life had become both a mess and an everlasting party, full of the ‘L words’; namely, ‘Love', and ‘Life'. If it was hard for him to manage his job as an assistant coach, it was even harder to deal with Yakov’s frequent angry rantings about the drama queen team he was training that season. And Viktor being their second coach did nothing to ease him. The living legend of Russia chuckled, suddenly remembering Yuri’s face upon learning he was to choreograph his free skate.

‘Why are you laughing, Daddy ?’ Ekaterina asked when she heard him.

They were watching Anastasia, a movie they all loved. Dmitri often would joke that the male lead had been named after him; while Ekaterina would tell him to shut it and watch the movie. They were eight and eleven, respectively, and thankfully none of them had begun their rebellious phase, although Dmitri had taken a bit of a sharp tongue from Mila.

‘Just wondering whether Guang Hong is mad at Yuri for getting gold again or not.’

‘He wouldn’t’, Dmitri objected. ‘They're friends. Also, Guang Hong is a good sport, unlike some people…’

‘Are you implying that Uncle Yura isn’t a good sport ?!’

They exchanged a very serious look. And then, Dmitri snorted, and started laughing uncontrollably. His loud laugh woke Yuuri up.

‘Dmitri…? Oh, I thought you were screaming because of something…’

‘Don't mind him, Papa’, quickly said Ekaterina. ‘He's just being dumb and rude towards Uncle Yura.’

She went near the couch, kissed her father, and then went back to watching her movie. Yuuri yawned, then shot a look at his phone.

‘Ah, speak of the devil. I got a text from Yurio.’

‘What's he saying ?’ Dmitri asked eagerly.

‘His plane has just landed ! He’s exhausted, though, so I don’t know if we should invite him for dinner…?’

‘Of course we should !’ the young girl said, tugging at Yuuri’s t-shirt. ‘I bet he missed your katsudon ! Also, it’s been a while since we’ve last seen him.’

‘It’s barely been a week.’

‘That's too long !’

Smiling, Viktor ruffled his daughter’s platinum blonde hair. She pouted, muttering something along the lines of ‘stop treating me like a baby !’.

‘She's right, though. A week might be nothing for old geezers like you but…’

‘What did you just call us ?!’ Viktor screamed before throwing himself at his husband. ‘Yuuri, did you hear that ?! He called us, old geezers. Old geezers ! We’re barely in our mid-late-something-thirties, Yuuri ! Are we really that old ?! And who taught him that, anyway ?!’

‘I'm guessing it’d be Yurio’, the ex-skater sighed.

‘Old geezers !’

‘At least, it’s better than… What was it, last time ?’

‘Out-of-date dinosaurs. Something like that. Yuuri am I old ? … Am I getting even more white hair ?! Is it getting thinner ?!’

‘Daddy, your hair is silver’, Ekaterina muttered.

She was more than used to her father being all dramatic about getting older. She, for one, couldn’t wait until she was old enough to compete in the senior ice-skating category. While Dmitri had given up on the sport, being more fond of reading or learning how to play the guitar, she loved ice-skating and was aiming to win at least six World Cups, to beat Viktor’s record, even though she wouldn’t compete in the same category.

‘Ah, I got another text.’

‘Are you not going to pay attention to me, Yuuri ?’

‘I'm paying attention to you every night, Vitya.’

‘... Smooth.’

The children exchanged a puzzled look. The adults were so very weird sometimes… All they knew was that they were doing ‘nasty adult stuff’. And they honestly didn’t want to know what that was.

‘He says that he’s gonna go home first to get rid of his stuff and hug every single cat he owns. And then he’ll come. Says he missed you two as well !’

‘How sweet of him. A few years back, he’d have gone with ‘who needs some dumb katsudon anyway. Still coming though, ain’t gonna let you waste your money over some rubbish.’’

Ekaterina’s eyes widened. Her Papa was the best cook in the entire world, she was sure of it.

‘Would Uncle Yura really say that ?’

‘Haven't you seen the photos ? He used to be such a drama queen - and, according to Dad, a tsundere.’

‘Dmitri, how do you even know what a tsundere is ?’ Yuuri sighed.

‘Went on a website called ‘tumblr'. There’s a fan page - well, over ten thousands, really - for the ‘Ice-Skating Prodigy Family’. Which apparently is made of the three of you. Ekaterina isn’t there, though.’

‘That’s because I’m still a junior competitor !’

‘Dmitri, don’t go on tumblr ever again, please.’

‘Why ? I mean, the fan page is pretty cool. There’s a lot of pictures of y’all. Like that one time you two skated together at the 2016 GPF Exhibition Gala. Pretty sure you wouldn’t fit in your costumes anymore !’

‘Dmitri, that was unnecessarily mean, and offensive, and rude.’

The boy rolled his eyes, and both men couldn’t help but do the same. He was taking a lot after Yuri. Feeling like getting in an argument would ruin the mood, Viktor paused the movie and turned to both the children, and his husband.

‘He'll want to eat katsudon and pirozhki, knowing him. Maybe we should make him some.’

‘Daddy, please don’t put a single toe in the kitchen’, Ekaterina begged. ‘Last time, when we tried to bake a cake for Uncle Otabek’s birthday, you managed to turn it green. Green, Daddy.’

‘That was -’

‘Definitely not an accident’, Dmitri smirked. ‘It's when you actually cook something edible that it is.’

‘Hey ! I’m not that bad, and -’

‘Also, both Yurio and Otabek got sick for two whole days after that. If I remember well, Yurio tried to kick you in the face with his skates when he got better.’

This shut Viktor down. He pouted, slowly went back to sitting on the couch, and tightly hugged Makkachin while pretending to cry.

‘Do you hear that Makkachin. This family hates me. This family hates me, Makkachin. What have I ever done to deserve that.

‘Vitya, I swear to… Ugh. Nevermind. We’re going to make that katsudon and those pirozhki.’

‘Yuuri is so cruel to me Makkachin. He hates me.’

The black-haired man rolled his eyes again, then went into the kitchen without his husband noticing his smirk. I’ll hug him later.

The two children listened carefully to Yuuri’s instructions, and even though there were some… flour battles when making the pirozhki, everything went rather smoothly. They had barely been done cleaning the kitchen that they heard the bell ringing, and Viktor went to get the door. He had stopped sulking, at least it seemed he did, because when he saw Yuri, he immediately shot him his heart-shaped smile and gave him a tight hug.

‘Viktor, stop, I’m suffocating and besides this is embarrassing, also -’

‘Uncle Yura !’

Ekaterina ran to hug the blonde, mercilessly pushing her father out of the way before she crashed onto the young man’s torso, crushing his bones in an even tighter hug.

‘Ekaterina, I can’t fucking breathe’, he muttered. His skinny built had never been much for bone-crushing hugs, especially the Katsuki-Nikiforov daughter’s.

‘No swearing, Yurio !’ Yuuri claimed before hugging him as well.

‘Yeah, yeah. Beka said he’d be coming later, he wanted to finish washing his bike before that. Is that okay ?’

They went inside, and Yuri had a bit of a hard time dealing with an over-excited Makkachin - the dog really did like him, and even though Yuri was definitely more of a cat person, he actually had nothing against him and even played with him a little.

‘Where's Dmitri ?’ he asked after Viktor had managed to calm Makkachin down.

As soon as he asked, the brown-haired boy came dashing from the corridor.

‘Papa !’

He threw himself onto the blonde’s back, and the latter, unused to having unexpected weight being thrown at him, fell down on his knees as his son started tickling him.

‘Dmitri - fuck, Dmitri stop it I - I said, stop it, ugh, stop, my sides hurt !’

The boy obeyed, albeit reluctantly, and offered his father his brightest smile.

‘Where's Dad ?’

‘He'll be late. How’re you, lil’ monster ?’

‘Hey. I’m more of a gremlin, really. And I’m great ! Uncle Vitya lent me a few cool books, you should totally read ‘em Papa.’

‘Uh, tell that to Beka. Y’know I’m not that much of a book person.’

‘Liar, I saw Romeo and Juliet on your bedside table just last week.’

‘When have you become such a ninja ?’

‘Oi ! Dmitri, don’t keep Uncle Yura all for yourself, that’s unfair !’

The two children started bickering, and all three adults exchanged a knowing look. They had always been like this.

‘So, Uncle Yura, what does Beijing look like ?’

‘I sent your dads a few pics already, y’know. It’s pretty cool, I guess, just a bit… crowded. But Guang Hong and Leo took us to some restaurant and even though I still can’t use fu… frea… um… chopsticks, we had some good time.’

‘And then ?’

‘And then what ?’

‘Dad said he wanted to take you on his bike and drive around the city. Said it’d be romantic.’

Yuri almost instantly went red. Despite him being twenty-six already, he still was embarrassed by Otabek’s not-so-well-hidden idea of romance, and his face showed it quite well. Viktor and Yuuri smirked at the ice kitty of Russia, who, fortunately, didn’t see them. Otherwise, he’d probably have punched them both.

Just as he was mumbling something like ‘Otabek you’re such a dumbass why did I even marry you’, the bell rang again, and this time, Dmitri went to open the door. As soon as he recognized his father’s black coat, he hugged him tight, and Otabek smiled gently before stroking his head. He closed the door behind him, then went to meet the little committee.

‘Sorry for being late. I really wanted to get this done.’

‘No problem, Otabek’, Yuuri smiled. ‘Actually, Yurio’s been here for just a few minutes, you know.’

They started chatting, mostly evaluating the chances of Yuri winning this season’s GPF - even though he had won gold for both qualifying events, he was to compete against some new skaters, who were inexperienced indeed, but extremely talented. Besides, Yuri had already proven that experience in the Senior bracket didn’t actually matter as long as the skaters worked hard and took full advantage of their talents - which had granted him a gold medal for his Senior Debut.

‘Hey, Dmitri, given that both your dads made it to the GPF this year, who will you be rooting for ?’ Ekaterina asked.

‘Dunno. Both, I guess ? At least if I’m in both fanclubs, I’m guaranteed to be satisfied.’

He smiled at his parents, and they chuckled, smiled, and Otabek fist-bumped him.

‘I hope Guang Hong and Leo make it, too.’

‘Yurio, is JJ really going to be singing for the opening event ?’

‘Uh… I didn’t ask him and I really hope he’s not ‘cause I seriously won’t have the time and fucking patience to deal with him…’

‘Come on, you two are friends now. And that dress he wore for your wedding was fabulous.’ Viktor winked at the children, who didn’t know of that story. After all, Ekaterina had been part of the family for eight years only, while Dmitri hadn’t spent more than five years with his foster family.

‘I still have the pictures Phichit took ! They must be in some photo album, I’ll show you later’, Yuuri smiled.

‘Mr. Katsuki, I don’t think it’s a good idea.’

‘You know, Otabek, you can call us Yuuri and Viktor. I mean, we’ve been Mr. Katsuki and Mr. Nikiforov for years now. I know, I know, you think it’s disrespectful but, really… Nevermind. Why is it a bad idea ?’

Otabek shook his head.

‘Mr. Giacometti is featured in a few of them.’

Silence fell upon the room, and Ekaterina broke it first.

‘As in, Christophe Giacometti ? Daddy’s best friend ? Uncle Chris ?’

‘Himself', Yuri groaned. ‘Why did he even have to come… He spent the entire afternoon getting drunk off his ass with Emil and Michele… Not to mention Georgi giving Minami some makeup advice… And Mila and Sara flirting… Ugh… Seriously, the only guy who stayed chill until the end was Seung-Gil.’

‘Leo went wild on the dancefloor, and both Yuris had a dance-off with him’, Viktor smirked.’

‘Leo did ? I thought he was cooler than that…’

‘What's that s’posed to mean, Dmitri ?!’

‘But Uncle Chris is so sweet !’ Ekaterina said. ‘Last time, he brought us Swiss chocolate for the Easter holidays !’

‘Yeah well now he’s calmed down, especially with Steven tempering him. But seriously… I’ve seen things at the GPF Gala that I’d rather not remember.’

‘Like what, Papa ?’

‘I said I didn’t wanna remember that.’

When the clock hit nine in the evening, they suddenly realized they had completely forgotten about the katsudon and pirozhki, and both Yuris went extremely pale, fearing for their beloved dishes’ lives. Turns out they actually weren’t half bad at all, and they ended up staying up quite a while talking about different things - although Yuri fell asleep halfway, his head laying on Otabek’s shoulder while the latter was starting to get tired as well. After all, he also had had an exhausting trip from Beijing to St Petersburg, and he moreover had to wash his bike and prevent their four cats from running away.

Seeing how tired both of them were, and having a hard time dealing with Dmitri and Ekaterina’s over-cheerfulness, Viktor and Yuuri let the Altin-Plisetsky couple sleep in a spare room. When they were done making sure that everything was comfortable enough for them, they went back to the living room, and found their sweet daughter, fast asleep on the couch.

‘Awww, Yuuri, an angel has dozed off on our couch. Should we wake her up ?’

‘No, let her be… Let’s just bring her a cover and that cat plushie Yurio gave her, she loves it.’

‘That reminds me… Where has Dmitri gone ?’

They went back in the kitchen, but the boy was nowhere to be seen. Viktor quickly checked in Yuri and Otabek’s room, but he wasn’t there either. They kept searching for a few minutes, until they heard someone sneezing, only to find a wide-awake Dmitri on the balcony.

‘You're going to catch a cold, Dmitri’, Yuuri said as he gently took his hand to lead him back inside.

But the boy didn’t move an inch, and kept looking at the scenery that spread before his magnificent blue eyes. The ever-so-cheerful St Petersburg was drowned in its own silence, beautiful and intimidating. They could see some lights coming out of other houses, where other people lived other lives. Both adults stared at the boy.

‘Is it bad that I’m different from everyone in the family ?’ he finally said in a quiet, shy voice.

‘Are you ?’ Yuuri asked. ‘Different, I mean.’

The boy seemed to regret his words at first, and it looked like he wasn’t going to try and answer Yuuri’s question. Instead, he went back inside to grab Otabek’s giant coat, put it on like some kind of oversized costume, and sat down on one of the balcony chairs. His gaze fell upon the peaceful city again, as he started talking in a voice that didn’t quite sound like his.

‘Ice-skating isn’t my thing. Sure, it can be cool. Sometimes. Mila said that I would grow to like it. But it’s not the same ‘like' as you two or Ekaterina or my parents’ ‘like'. It’s not even a hobby.’

‘Does that make you feel… Apart from us ?’ Viktor muttered.

‘Kinda. I mean, I won’t force myself to like it just because the people I love do. But I don’t like being left out either. Papa and Dad spend so much time abroad because of it. And yeah, I know they come back as often as possible ‘cause they wanna see me, and all of us really, but… It’s not the same…’

‘If this is what worries you, Dmitri, know that they love you. Deeply’, Viktor smiled.

‘It's not. I know they do. I guess I just missed them quite a bit and I really want to spend more time with them. I know what it’s gonna be. One of them will get gold at the GPF, and then they’ll go for the Europeans, the Four Continents and the Worlds, and then they’ll come back, only to go away again…’

‘Geez, aren’t you too small to worry about these ?’

All three turned around, and met a pair of tired, green eyes. Yuri was leaning against the door, staring at his son.

‘Papa ! I… I thought you were asleep…!’

‘I was. But Beka snores like a freaking grizzly. Shouldn’t have given him any booze.’

He sat down, his torso and bare arms inside the living room while his legs laid on the balcony.

‘I’m sorry’, he said. ‘I'm sorry we don’t get to spend as much time with you as we’d all like.’

‘... I didn’t really want you to apologize, y’know ? It’s not really your fault if you like skating that much.’

‘This one is our last season.’

Yuuri couldn’t help but let out a faint exclamation, but he was quick to cover his mouth, afraid he might wake Ekaterina up. Viktor simply frowned, and then sighed.

‘I knew there had to be a reason for you to be this invested this year.’

‘We’re not gonna stay competitive forever. Besides, we’ve been talking a lot about you, lil’ monster. Viktor and the piglet aren’t always gonna be taking care of you when it’s our job.’

‘You can’t ! You… That’s your passion ! You’ve loved it since you were three !’ Dmitri yelled. ‘Don't give up just because I’m an attention whore and -’

‘Language, kid. And trust me, if you were an attention whore, I’d have punched you long ago so don’t go around saying that.’

‘Then, Yurio, what… What are you going to do ?’ Yuuri asked.

‘Dunno. I’ve been asked to work as a model but to be honest, it’d be a pain in the ass. Beka thinks he’s gonna start in the music industry, though.’

‘Are Uncle Yura and Uncle Otabek retiring…?’ asked Ekaterina’s soft voice from the couch.

She was looking at them with bright grey eyes, her hair falling before her face as she slowly stood up and went to sit next to Yuri.

‘Yeah. We are.’

‘We'll never get to see you skate again ?’

‘Not during a competition.’

‘But… You’ll keep loving it, right ? Like Papa and Daddy do ?’

‘Course we will.’

He patted her head, and yawned. She looked like she was about to cry, but she didn’t and simply went to hug Yuuri.

‘Yuri', Viktor said. ‘If none of you win gold this year, or beat your records, I’m keeping Dmitri here and you’re not taking him back ever again.’

‘What ?!’ both Yuri and Dmitri screamed.

‘That's so fucked up, old man ! Who d’you think you are ?! Also are you serious ?! I knew you were stupid but this is some JJ-level bullshit, have you even heard what you -’

‘Yura ? Why are you and Mr. Nikiforov arguing… Again...?’

Otabek had just entered the room, still sleepy.

‘Beka ! Tell the old man that he can’t keep our son all to himself even if none of us win gold !’

‘... What ?’

‘That’s his way of encouraging you’, Yuuri sighed. ‘Well, as long as none of you ask him to marry you if you win gold…’

‘Not happening, the guy’s way too old for me, you can keep him.’

‘Yuri, that was rude !’

‘But I don’t wanna keep living with Grandpa and Gramps, though.’

‘Why would you call my Papa and Daddy ‘Grandpa and Gramps’ ?!’

‘Well, remember that website I talked about earlier ? Tumblr ? People say that Papa is Viktor and Yuuri’s son. So, technically, they’re my grandparents.’

‘... Does that mean Uncle Yura is… Big Brother Yura ?’

‘That also means Dmitri is your nephew’, Otabek said bluntly.

‘Which is fucked up. Also, I’m not their son for fuck’s sake ! Could they stop with this bullshit for even a fucking minute ?!’

‘Yurio, I’ve been trying not to pay attention to it but please don’t swear that much in front of the children’, Yuuri begged.

‘Yeah, Papa, listen to Grandpa Yuuri !’

‘Wait, I get to be Gramps ?! But… But I wanted to be Grandpa !’

‘Dude, you have your priorities set straight.’

‘I'm pretty sure he’s not.’

Silence followed Otabek’s declaration as he stared extremely seriously at everyone in the room. Yuri ended up facepalming, stood up and pulled his ear.

‘Who the fuck are you and what have you done with my bad-puns-free-Beka.’

‘I'm Drunk Beka.’

‘Fuck.’

Then, Otabek collapsed in his husband’s arms, who winced before putting him down on the ground.

‘Wow, now that’s a side of Dad I didn’t know’, Dmitri smirked before taking a picture.

‘Don't even try blackmailing him, kid.’

‘Aww, Yuuri, our son is so protective of his boyfriend !’

‘Viktor, shut your fucking mouth ! He’s not my boyfriend, he’s my husband. And. I. Am. Not. Your. Son.’

Viktor was going to reply, when Ekaterina sneezed. Everyone agreed to go back inside. They hadn’t even realized how cold it was. They spent another few hours talking and playing some board games while Otabek was still asleep on the fluffy carpet; Ekaterina and Dmitri then went with Yuuri to take all covers and pillows off the beds and out of the closets, and gathered them all on the floor. Everyone fell asleep together, Yuri hugging Dmitri and Ekaterina being comfy between her two fathers.

Needless to say, the following week, they were all tied up to their beds with a nasty cold, and Yakov came running to scold every single one of them, even the two children who knew that the man was much, much kinder than he’d ever let people think.

AAAnnnnnd done !!! I hope you liked it, and especially Dmitri and Ekaterina >W< Sorry it ended up way angstier than expected - I do that, sometimes. Truth is, I love writing angst so... Beware of your feels 8D Anyway

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