adventures in catsitting (castiel x reader)

a/n: basically i just had this thought of castiel catsitting my cat (her name is Butters, and yes, she's featured in this fic) and it made my brain go all mushy bc i just love him so much. anyway.

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Watching a cat shouldn’t be too hard, for all intents and purposes. Watching your cat, earning your favor, well that would just be a bonus. Unfortunately, Castiel doesn’t understand cats that much.

“Okay, that should be about it,” you said, hands on your hips as you looked at the angel next to you. He was carefully analyzing all the different things you laid out on the counter: toys, food, meds, etc. “Any questions?”

“She eats baby food? Not cat food?” Castiel clarified, pointing to the turkey Gerbers still in its twelve-pack on the counter.

“Well, she’s a baby, and it’s better for her stomach,” you chuckled.

“I thought she was a grown cat,” Castiel says, confused. He looks over at said cat, a stocky cream-colored Persian you referred to as Butters. To him, she seemed to be full-grown.

“Every cat is just a little baby, even when they’re grown,” you give Butters a scratch behind her ears, and she lets out a meep sound reminiscent of what you dub ‘a sad trumpet.’ Castiel still looks confused. “Never mind….will you be okay? It’s just for two days while I finish this case.”

“I will be sufficient,” Castiel almost puffs out his chest at this.

"Great! You're the best, Cas," you pat his arm, grabbing your duffel bag and leaving out the front door. Castiel stands still briefly before looking at the fluffy creature beside him. Wide yellow eyes peer up at him, blinking. He looks back at the detailed paper you wrote, ensuring he got everything. He wanted to make sure he did his best.

It was around night that Castiel started to worry. He had entertained Butters for a sufficient time, then sat with her on the couch while she watched a movie. (You said that she liked Finding Nemo, so Castiel put it on. He found the movie to be strangely sad). It was her dinner time, and Castiel had put out a scoop of baby food as required, except that it had been hours, and she wasn't eating it. She was sitting on the couch, letting out gentle purrs and seeming fine. Still, Castiel was concerned. He decided to call Dean for answers.

"I think something is wrong with the cat," Cas said into the phone. "It won't eat its dinner. It's just sleeping."

"I'm sure it's fine," Dean sighed, obviously not wanting to be a part of this conversation.

"If there's something wrong with the cat--"

"Cats are weird. They don't always follow set schedules," Dean groaned, feeling agitated. He took a second before responding. "Is it fine otherwise?"

"...Yes."

"Then the cat is fine," Dean replied. "Call me when something actually useful pops up."

Dean hung up, and Castiel looked back towards the cat. It had woken up, blinking its eyes at the angel. It let out another meep, tucking its paws underneath it. Castiel gave it a pat on the head.

"Your food is over there," Cas pointed towards the food bowl. Butters just meeped again. "I just told you where your food was." Another meep. "I don't understand."

Butters, eventually exasperated, got up and jumped off the couch, walking over to Cas. She rubbed against his pant legs, walking back and forth and making more noises. Castiel gave her a few pets, showing a small smile when she responded happily to his ministrations. She rolled over, showing her belly, and Castiel gave it a few hesitant strokes. Eventually, Butters grew tired and walked over to her food bowl. The angel let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. 

You came home after two days, finding your cat and your angel sitting on the couch watching Luca on the TV. Both of them looked equally enraptured. 

“You survived,” you smiled, earning Castiel's attention. He turned towards you with soft blue eyes, and your heart skipped a beat. 

“It meows a lot,” Castiel stated, looking toward the feline companion beside him. She let out a meep in response. 

“She has lots of opinions,” you chuckle, walking over and giving a big squish to your cat. She purrs happily, even letting you boop her nose. Cas looks at you both fondly. Without really sparing a second thought, you leaned over, kissing Castiel’s cheek and enjoying when a red flush coated his face. “You’re the best, Castiel.”

Cas sat there for a minute, even after you’d gone to the kitchen for some water, even after he couldn’t feel your lips on his cheek anymore. All he could think was that if catsitting meant getting a kiss, he’d have to catsit for you more often.

could you write A belly being used as a pillow by a friend/partner. Even if they’re hanging out in a group with jamie and she/her reader please?

Who's idea it was to have a team movie night in the rec room of the hotel Jamie'll never know. Oh wait, yes he did. It was Sam Obisanya. He'd have to remember to kill him later.

But that's how they ended up, throwing the chairs and tables aside in order to make a giant pillow and blanket nest on the floor for the whole team to enjoy. The coaches sat in the back of the room, laughing fondly as the boys got comfortable. Jamie found his spot near the back of the group, Laying on the ground with a pillow propping up his head.

That's when you came in. Jamie's best friend. Jamie's long time friend who he'd pined over since he met her. Rebecca's top assistant who knew what everyone wanted before they wanted it. Except the fact that Jamie wanted you more than anything else in the world.

You made eye contact with Jamie and sent him a wave as you made your way in his direction. Jamie felt butterflies fluttering around his stomach as you smiled at him.

"Alright, what's the movie tonight?" You asked as you sat down on the floor next to him.

"Oh, uh..." Jamie tried to make it seem like he was looking anywhere but you. "I think Ted said something about Finding Nemo?"

"Finding Nemo? Does he want us all to cry?" You chuckled knowing that was exactly what they wanted.

The lights dimmed not long after, signifying the start of the movie. You shifted uncomfortably, trying find your seating but failing. He knew you had a bad back and hated sitting on the ground because it always hurt your lower back.

"Do you mind if I lay down?" You whispered to him. He shrugged, nodding and going to make room for you to lay next to him. What he didn't expect was for you to lay down on top of him. You used his stomach as a pillow, turning to face the screen, not even looking at him.

Jamie held his breath, holding as still as possible trying not to disrupt you. He carefully placed a hand on your waist, hoping it didn't disturb you. You didn't make any visual signs of discomfort from the feeling so Jamie kept his hand there.

He stayed still, as still as he could, not even watching the movie anymore. Just staring at you as you laid on him.

"Jamie, I can feel you looking at me." you whispered to him. You rolled over so you were facing him. He gazed down at you, still too afraid to even make a noise. You sat up in his lap, now staring at him eye to eye. You were so close to each other, noses just inches apart.

Jamie felt himself look down at your lips then back up again. You stared at him, a smile coming over your lips. You leaned in so your noses were touching, before murmuring, "Is this okay?"

Jamie nodded, bringing a hand up to cup the back of your neck and pulling you the rest of the way into him. You took a deep inhale as you kissed him back. Whatever was happening on the screen was lost to the two of you for the rest of the night. Jamie decided he'd have to find Sam and thank him later.

parts 1 2

———

For most of Luis’s life, he’s known walking through the faded purple front door of the house he’s grown up in means he will be assaulted by noise. For so many years, he would even hear the sounds of yelling and banging and general chaos before he even made it up the steps. Several siblings tended to to that, he supposes. His key in the lock meant prepare for a whirlwind of motion and sound, for rapid Spanish and crashing sounds of clumsy people walking into each other and the calamity of home.

He tenses, even now, walking through that front door, reflexively preparing for an onslaught of noise that doesn’t come. Even though he struggled to get the key through the lock with one hand, the other holding a tired Lance, he prepared without realising what he was doing, only to become violently aware of the silence as he kicks the door shut behind him.

He freezes, right there in front of the door, keys and diaper bag clutched in one hand, Lancito gently cradled in the other, head resting on Luis’ shoulder and thumb stuck in his mouth.

It has been months, since his parents…since his parents. A new year has passed. A quiet, silent Christmas, locked in their own rooms. He has walked in with a child in his arms, after stopping at the campus daycare for the first time this semester, no different than what he’s been doing for the entirety of last semester. There is no reason for him to have walked into his home and forgotten, however briefly, how empty and quiet their home has become. (It feels, vaguely, like one of the first crisp days of autumn, stepping out of your house in the early morning and smelling the almost-frosty air, and blinking away the sudden memory of October when you were eight. Like the sudden snap out of your past, the trippy feeling of walking up in the present without realizing how far your nostalgia had driven you out of it. Startling and aching, really, the direct comparison).

Lance makes a whiny noise in the back of his throat, startling Luis into action. He starts to bounce the toddler, pressing a kiss to his forehead as he slips off his shoes and sets the diaper bag by the door.

“I know, I know, baby. Let’s go sit down for a bit.”

Lance is very…clingy.

All of them are, in some way. Rachel has just turned fifteen years old, but Luis wakes up to find her curled up at the foot of his bed more than twice a week, driven out of her room by something she refuses to voice. Marco spends every lunch period situated in the school office, hogging the phone to methodically call the rest of them to make sure they’re alive. Veronica cleans, obsessively, sorting through everyone’s things and scrubbing everything she can get her hands on like she can leave her imprint on them for when she’s not there.

“Yes, yes, I hear you.” Lance whines louder when Luis sets him down on the couch, babbling something nonsensical but stern enough on Luis’s direction that he cracks a smile. “Yeesh, do we need that tone? I’m just putting a movie on.”

He nonetheless tries to hurry things up, lest Lance get too antsy and start to cry. Once Finding Nemo starts playing — and Jesus fuck everyone in the household hates that movie so fucking bad, at this point, but it is the only fucking movie that Lance will watch and that keeps him calm — he scoops the toddler back up, collapsing back on the couch and tucking him under his arm. Lance snuggles into him easily, little elbows digging into Luis’ skin as he settles himself, and let’s put a huge, long sigh once he stills.

Luis snorts. “Stressful day at work, pal?”

“Shhhh,” Lance hushes, flailing a hand at Luis’ face area, presumably aiming for his mouth. “Nene. Sh.”

Worryingly, even at fourteen months old, Lance hasn’t really begun to talk. They’ve yet to hear him form any actual words, let alone a real sentence, in either of the languages used around him. But he has several vocalizations for things he wants — nana for food, nene for Nemo, and regular old toddler ‘no’. Lots of ‘n’ sounds. They’re saving up to take him to a specialist, but for now they just try to encourage any sounds he makes that are word-like.

“Okay,” Luis mumbles, kissing Lance’s palm. He hums, distractedly patting Luis’ cheek, eyes trained on the blue of the TV as if it’s the first time he’s seen the movie instead of the three billionth. “I’ll be quiet for Nemo.”

He lets his eyes unfocus on the screen in front of him, mind wandering, slow and lethargic. He can hear the ticking of the clock from the kitchen, almost echoing in how loud it is. It makes him tired, slow; the only time he used to hear it as a kid was on late summer nights, up late, falling asleep on the kitchen table as his mother hummed in the kitchen, making fried plantains with the fruit she’d gotten in the morning market. Lance’s weight is heavy on his side, tired and burnt out as he is, and the ebb and flow of the movie is numbingly familiar, and clock ticks steady. Tick, tick, tick.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

———

“Luis.” He whines, low and rumbly as something pokes his shoulder. “Luis, dorkbrain, get up.”

He groans, louder this time, cracking open one bleary eye. His eyes burn, contacts dried out, but he can make out the blurry outline of his sister, mouth twisted in a half-smile, grease smeared across her nose.

“Get up, doofus. You left the baby unsupervised.”

The words take a moment to register, but he shoots up in panic when they do. He looks frantically around the room, sighing in relief when he finds Lance sitting quietly in the corner, playing with his toy planes. He’s making tiny little crash noises every time he crashes then into each other, walking one of Rachel’s old Polly Pockets across the scene and giggling to himself.

“Jesus H. Christ,” he mutters, dragging a hand down his face as the panic starts to seep from his heart. “You fuckin’ scared me, Ronnie.”

She smirks. “And I’ll be doing it again.”

Luis decides not to tell her about the face grease. He was going to, but now she can suffer for being a dickhead. Maybe she’ll even break out.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.”

He glances over at Lance again, just to double-check, but he’s still playing happily by himself, so he gets to his feet.

“C’mon,” he says, inclining his head towards the kitchen. “Kids’ll be home soon. Let’s make dinner.”

“Dibs on not doing cooking!” Veronica’s hand flies to her nose, cackling at Luis’ indignance.”

“Hey! Dinner is a shared endeavour! You can’t just dibs on not doing it!”

“Can too, loser! C’mere, Lancey-baby.” She scoops him up, planes and Pollys and all, and lugs him too the kitchen.

“Using the baby to avoid arguments is illegal.”

“Eat my farts, lunch boy.”

“That’s a stupid insult,” Luis mutters to himself, glaring at his sister one last time before turning to the fridge. She ignores him gleefully, picking up a plane and gently crashing it against the one Lance is holding. Instead of any amusement, he looks at her in such comical offense, gobsmacked that his sister would have the audacity to smack around his planes, that the young mechanic’s apprentice bursts out laughing. She hunches over, wheezing, as Lance scolds her in baby-talk.

Rolling his eyes fondly, he turns back to the fridge, finally opening the door and glancing inside.

If his life was a cartoon, there would be tumbleweeds rolling through the white, cooled shelves. That’s how fuckin’ bare it is.

“Well that’s…not good,” Veronica says when Luis fails to say anything.

Luis swallows roughly. “We forgot to budget for fucking groceries this month.”

Veronica hangs her head. “Fuck.” Even little Lance goes quiet, look between them in concern, bottom lip stuck out and trembling. Veronica reaches out a hand and brushes through his hair to comfort him, which kind of works. He abandons his toys to curl into her, thumb back in his mouth.

Luis opens and closes the fridge three separate times, hoping food will magically appear. When that doesn’t work, he wonders if he can make soup out of ketchup, or something. Add onion skin for flavours.

“We’re not cut out for this, Ron.”

She laughs sharply. “Yeah, no shit.”

She opens her mouth again, and from the look in her face Luis knows she’s about to say something dumb, so he beats her to the punch.

“I’m quitting school,” he blurts.

She blinks in shock. A second later her eyes narrow, and her face goes steely. “Like fucking hell you are.”

Luis sighs. He turns, slightly, reaching over and grabbing Lance from her arms. He bounces him gently, leaning in and blowing raspberries onto his cheek so he doesn’t have to look at Vero.

“My tuition eats up half of our funds,” he says quietly. “And the library job barely puts a dent in it. I can’t…if I don’t have as many hours in school, I can get a job that’ll get me money fast, and I can —”

Before he can finish, and before Veronica can argue, the sound of the lock turning in the front door interrupts them both. There’s no giggling, no banter, no even squabbling as Rachel and Marco walk through the door.

There hasn’t been.

Luis would trade anything to have it back.

“Hi,” Marco says slowly, reading the tension in the room. “Everything…okay?”

Luis smiles tightly. “Fine, buddy. We were just talking.”

Marco’s expression flattens. “I’m not stupid, Luis.”

“I know.” A beat. “It’s just nothing for you to stress about.”

Marco says nothing for a moment, staring at Luis flatly, before he tosses his backpack agains the wall and squares his shoulders.

“We are four and six years younger then you,” he starts. Rachel nods resolutely beside him. “We’ve been — obviously we’re not doing super stellar. I know the fridge is empty. And that you cried over the mortgage last night. And we heard you arguing from outside.”

Luis and Veronica look at each other guiltily.

Rachel stares at them, eyes flat and annoyed, fingers pinching the bridge of her noise. She hasn’t spoken in months, but Luis has learnt to read her unspoken — that’s a bitch, please if he’s ever heard one.

“Stop apologizing for stupid shit,” Marco says for her. “We’re not trying to make you feel guilty. We’re trying to say that we can help.”

“Not your job,” Veronica says immediately. “Your job is graduate highschool and develop your brain.”

“Not a single person here is done developing!” Marco explodes. “All of us are still fucking growing! We lost our fucking parents, all of us, and instead of letting us be a part of the solution you’re blocking us out and treating us like babies!”

“Wanting you to be safe is not babying you,” Luis says shortly.

“Oh, did you read that in one of your parenting books?”

Yes, actually. He did. But he’s annoyed that Marco knows about those, so he pretends he didn’t hear like the mature grownup he is.

“Piss off,” he says, like an adult.

“Yeah,” Veronica agrees. “We’re the adults, and we say cool it with the crazy talk.”

Marco glares harshly at them. Rachel joins him. Lance makes a short, cut-off whine, turning to shove his face in Luis’ neck. His hands come up to pat his back reflexively.

“I quit violin lessons,” Marco says eventually.

Luis’ jaw drops. Veronica joins his indignation.

“What?!” she shouts.

Luis feels like something is wrapped around his throat, choking him. His heartbeat pounds in his ears. The desperate hope he’s been clinging too, the goals to get Marco and Rachel and Vero everywhere they want to go in life, come crashing to the ground around him.

“Julliard,” he says weakly. He can’t force his voice to say anything further.

Marco juts put his chin. “They were two hundred dollars per session. I talked to my tutor. She said…” he trails off slightly, voice getting gravelly, but gathers himself again when Rachel grabs his arm and squeezes. “She wrote a reference letter for me,” he continues softly. “Even though I’m only a junior. And she’s apparently been talking to the admission staff since I first started taking lessons with her. As long as I keep practicing every day, she says I have nothing to worry about. But I’ll have time for a part time job, now. On weekends at least.” He locks eyes with Luis. “Don’t fucking quit school, stupid.“

Luis holds his gaze for several minutes. He wants to contest it all. He wants Marco to take his lessons every day and come back exhilarated, like he always used to. He wants Veronica to focus on building projects in the garage in her free time, instead of picking up hours to blow through her apprenticeship as quickly as possible. He wants to hear Rachel’s voice again. He wants Lance to stop flinching every time things get even playfully tense.

But there are things he can get, and things he cannot.

“Okay,” he says softly. “Okay.”

Plans will have to change. He graduates in a few months, so long as his final courses go well. The original plan was med school, but that’s obviously no longer an option. Not with everything.

But if Marco can adapt, so can he.

“We’ll work things out,” he says, trying to channel his father’s voice. It must work, somehow, because Veronica smiles in that bitter way of hers, that she does when she remembers.

“Of course we can.”

All that matters

Ever since Jack caught himself trying to prank you by acting like he needed space away from Amer and You.

You’ve had it your mission to finally get him back and get him back real good you even managed to get Urban involved.

“Are you sure about this Y/N? I mean Jack scares me and I really don’t feel like walking around with a black eye for the next few days.” Urban gulped and got into the bed with you.

Your prank back to Jack was basically you ‘cheating’ on Jack with Urban. You were all in Miami for Jack’s show that following night and luckily your mom was able to watch Amer this weekend.

It was going to be completely unexpected especially since the last time he pranked you was a few weeks ago.

“Urban I promise with my whole entire heart he isn’t going to hurt you especially since I’ll be here he won’t dare do anything.” Urban was beyond nervous especially since he never really pranked Jack it was either Nemo or Ace and 2fo that sticked to pranking.

The plan was to get under the covers with Urban and make it look like the two of you were messing around and doing you know what. You had Neelam and Nemo under the prank as well, they were going to be the ones leading Jack or taking Jack to your shared hotel room and acting as if they forgot something in his room.

Urban and You purposely left the rehearsals of his show early so that way you’d be able to set up but a certain somebody was not so happy to find out you had left without him.

“I told her don’t wander off anywhere without me, and what does she do?? wanders off without me.” Jack was beyond frustrated he was exactly mad at you he was just worried. He was becoming one of the biggest rising rappers and he needed you by his side every hour, minute and second of the day.

“She told me she was going back to the hotel early and Urban went back with her to make sure she arrived safe.” Nemo reassured him although the was trying his hardest not to laugh.

Jack’s eyebrows were all scrunched up and he was texting you for what seemed like the hundredth time that day. “Gosh stop texting her so much you’re going to see her in a few minutes she’s probably sleeping.” Neelam lied and took Jack’s phone and stuffed it in her purse.

“Fine but I swear when I see her I’m gonna.” Neelam raised her eyebrow. “You’re gonna do what? You’re not gonna do a damn thing so sit back and shush.” Jack sighed but leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes.

Neelam made sure he wasn’t looking before she took out her phone and messaged you say that they’d be there in a few minutes.

“It’s Neelam, she said they’ll be here soon let’s get in out positions.” Urban quickly prayed to God that Jack wouldn’t hurt him. He got under the covers but before he did he took off his shirt and was left in only his sweats, you wore your leggings a cropped t-shirt.

Urban laid down first and you sat on his stomach but he laid a pillow between the two of you. “So how’s the weather up there?” Urban joked and you rolled your eyes and got another message from Neelam saying they are on they’re way up to the room.

“They’re on the way up start making noises or something.” You put your arms on the side of Urban and made the bed move as the two of you began to fake moan.

“Oh Urban yes baby just like that.” You moaned out and Urban tried not to laugh. “Fuck just like that Y/N.”

“What’s that noise?” Jack said as they approached his room. “I have no idea.” Nemo said and took out his phone wanting to see Jack’s reaction. The minute he opened the door his jaw completely dropped seeing what was possibly your figure clearly sitting on someone and the awful moans that filled the room just made everything piece together.

“What the hell is going on in here?” Jack practically ran towards the bed and ripped the cover off revealing Urban and You. “Oh so you’re cheating on me with my best friend?” Jack was red in the face.

“Jack it isn’t what it looks like.” You protested and got up from the bed and made your way over to him. “What do you mean it’s not what it looks like? It looks like you’re sleeping with my best friend.” The confusion and hurt on his face just honestly made you burst into a fit of giggles you tried holding it in but you just couldn’t do it any longer.

Jack narrowed his eyes at you and turned around seeing Nemo and Neelam laughing with their phones out. “It’s a damn prank?” He said. “Yep you know I had to get you back for the other day I guess you’ve learned your lesson?” You grinned and went to go hug him but he wasn’t feeling it.

“Nope I don’t want you loving you can sleep with Neelam for tonight.” You smacked your lips there was no way he was being serious. “You’re lying.” He raised his eyebrow. “Babe I never lie to you so you might wanna take some clothes with you.” Your jaw dropped as he collected a few of your clothes and handed them to you.

“Also one more thing I hope you know this isn’t over yet baby I got many more pranks in mind.” He sent you a wink before kicking you all out of the room.

“So what now?” Urban asked you all. “We sleep with one eye open.” You said.

( an anon said I should do a little prank thing of the reader cheating on jack this was a little follow up on the prank I posted the other day soooo enjoy 💗 )

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Gerry and Nemo have an experience that's not so much 'kink gone wrong' as 'kink gone meh' (as @ml-nolan described it when I was talking about this) Content notes on AO3, a safeword is used in this

Gerry’s bent over the foot of the bed, ankles bound to the bedposts and hands bound behind his back. He hears the rustle of fabric as Nemo hitches up the short skirt he’s wearing and feels the slight pull as Nemo pulls the lace underwear he’s wearing to the side and presses on the plug in his arse and he shudders and moans. And then moans even more as Nemo grinds against his arse the dildo pushes the plug in further. 

Nemo chuckles and grinds harder which draws more moans from Gerry before they pull back and check their ropework.

“Comfy?”

“As much as I can be” He chuckles, surprisingly nonchalant for someone tied down,  plugged and edged. 

He takes a few long moments to take in the sight of them, beautiful as always. Today in a black corset of satin and lace and black stockings. And then his eyes go to the dildo sitting snug in their harness. The purple one that’s become the mutually agreed on go to that’s just long and girthy enough that it hits just right for both of them.

“Good,” Nemo ruffles his hair and then bends down to kiss him on the forehead. “Ready?”

He nods. 

He closes his eyes. Between the bondage and the plug he’s hard and starting to ache with the need for release and he just needs to let his mind drift and settle into the scene at hand as he’s done countless times by this point, easy. 

Nemo runs a hand over his back and his cock gives an answering twitch as as Nemo digs their nails into his shoulder and he opens his eyes to find Nemo sitting on the edge of bed abd they gently tip up his head

“What am I going to do with you?” Their voice is a soft purr, the sort that lulls him, soothes him, “Such a shame-”

Gerry swallows hard. 

“I’ve heard…” Nemo’s voice drops a little, becomes harsher, “You’ve been a bad boy, Gerard-” and with that Nemo grabs his hair and tips his head back and he moansNemo pulls harder and the twinge of pain runs right down to his already aching cock. “I think… maybe just maybe I need to remind you of your manners-” 

Nemo gives one more tug before they move away. If their footsteps actually made a noise he’d hear the sound of stockinged feet against carpet but he does hear the sound of Nemo digging around in their ‘toybox’ and he does give a shiver of anticipation. 

But

But he should around now be slipping out of himself and into the scene. Sure they’re two switchy kinky goths playing around in their bedroom. And he is Gerard Keay local spooky weirdo who is apparently prone to getting kicked in the by the universe who burns cursed books for a living to prevent a largely oblivious populace from a variety of grisly fates. 

But right now he’s meant to be Gerard Keay a bad boy who needs to be brought back into line with a firm but gentle hand and at the total mercy of whatever Nemo feels is a fitting punishment. 

And yet-

His thoughts are cut short as Nemo appears again, flogger in hand and they gently smack it against their palm and he swallows hard and watches as Nemo starts to tease the tassles with their fingers. 

His body betrays him and he moans and Nemo chuckles before they lay the flogger down. They reach under him and take his cock in hand and he gives a sobbing whimper of a moan as they tease him, “Oh would you look at that, you’re dripping, you’ve made a bit of a mess there haven’t you…” He moans as Nemo squeezes, “Anyone would think you’ve misbehaved on purpose…” He squirms, “As if you want to be punished… as if it turns you on,”

“I-” “Did I say you could talk?” Nemo pulls his hair again enough to make his eyes water and he shudders in such a way he’s surprised it doesn’t make him cum on the spot.  And then he’s left there as Nemo stands there, flogger in hand as they contemplate.

 “Five I think…” 

“Only Five?” He dares to speak but this time Nemo seems to allow this. 

“Yes, five, but if you make a noise I’ll have to start again.” 

He swallows hard. 

“Do you agree to this?” 

“Yes…” He pauses, “Yes sir,” 

“Good boy,” Nemo smiles and takes a moment to bend down and kiss him softly and sighs, “You’re so pretty like this you know?” Nemo gently runs a thumb under his eye and catches a black tear from his smeared eyeliner. “You’re going to be beautifully wrecked when I’m done with you,” 

Gerry shudders. 

And then Nemo begins to tease, trails the flogger over his back, gives a couple of light testing swats that make him flinch and he gasps but that reaction seems acceptable. 

And… He’s turned on that can’t be denied but he still can’t quite step out of himself and into the scene. He wants to do this, he likes to do this they’ve played variations on this theme over and over

He’s not-

The flogger comes down on his back, thoughts derailed as it  catches him off guard and he yelps. 

“Sorry…. sorry sorry…” 

“It’s ok,” Nemo turns soft again, “Just try again,” 

The flogger comes down, and this time he manages to keep silent, “One,”

He’s not sure what’s wrong, nothing hurts (Or more nothing hurts in the wrong way, there’s the pressure of the ropes and he knows he can stay bound for a good while before things become uncomfortable, his cock aches and it’s any wonder he’s not cum yet and his skin stings in a way he downright craves and he can feel himself starting to float a little but-

Flogger comes down on his back again and he manages to remain silent even as his skin stings, “Two-” Nemo takes a moment to rub his back and he dares to risk a soft whimper. 

“You’re doing so well,” Nemo gently teases his hair and he feels himself melt, “You can keep being a good boy for me can’t you?”  

Nemo gently rubs his back, “Just take a few minutes?” 

And he does and gives a soft moan as Nemo gently rubs his back and Nemo gives the sort of soft chuckle that’s better suited for when he has his head in Nemo’s lap as they lay on the sofa. 

And as he lays there he continues to pull apart what’s wrong. 

He’s horny as anything right now, he’s been teased to such an extent (Nemo doing an amazing job as always)  he’s going to be a complete wreck once he finally gets to cum. (And that it will feel fucking amazing) And he should be deep deep into that blissful state that he gets from this sort of play but he’s not, his body is reacting in all the right ways but… but his mind isn’t into it. 

Nemo stands, raised the flogger and 

“Haribo!” 

Nemo stops. 

(Sure the traffic light thing works well enough but a conversation one quiet evening had somehow lead to Haribo being chosen as a safeword for ‘Nothing is really wrong but I would like to stop, thanks’) 

“Gerry?” 

“I’m…” He sighs and it takes some effort, “I’m ok… I’m not hurt… I mean you know what I mean,” He gives a weak chuckle and Nemo responds in kind.

“Do you want me to untie you,” “I’ll… I’ll be fine for the moment,”  He pants, face buried into the sheets as he tries to centre himself and Nemo reaches out to gently rub his back and then he raises his head. “Not sure what went wrong… we’ve done this kind of thing before I’m just…”

“Not feeling it?” “Yeah,” Gerry sighs. And then moans as his cock protests this continued neglect and he ruts slightly against the bed to provide just a smidgen of relief. 

“So… what do you want?” 

He thinks for a long moment, “Cheesecake,”

“Cheesecake?” 

Gerry chuckles, “Yeah we have that one in the fridge right? That fancy Tesco one we found on clearance-”

(Sometimes occasional bouts of insomnia could be a boon) 

“Have you been thinking about cheesecake the whole time?”

“No” Gerry chuckles, “Maybe a little?”

“I mean it is a really nice looking cheesecake,”

Gerry sighs, “And yeah… just feel like I’d rather be eating that right now,” “Cheesecake it is then” Nemo starts to untie his wrists

“Need a shower first-” “A cold one?” Nemo teases. “Oh fuck no-” Gerry mumbles into the sheets as his cock continues to protest it’s neglect and he wonders how he doesn’t cum when Nemo gently removes the plug from his arse before they untie him. 

Now freed he slowly moves himself to sit with his feet on the floor and gives a sigh of relief that turns into one of arousal as he watches Nemo strip out of the corset and then off comes the harness and they stand in front of him naked but for the stockings. 

“Fuck that’s hot,” 

“Mhmm,” Nemo teases their tits for good measure. 

And then they drop to their knees.

“Little ghost?” 

“I’ve thought about it… and you’ve actually been a very good boy,” 

“Oh?”

“Yeah,” Nemo nuzzles his thigh, “And if you want-”

“Can I fuck your face?” 

“Mhmm,” “Have I been a good enough boy to cum over your tits?”

“Yeah,” Nemo sets to stripping him out of the lace underwear and the skirt in short order and then Nemo runs a pierced tongue over the length of him before they tease the head of his cock for a few long moments, fingers working between their legs to tease themself just to take the edge off before they take him into their mouth properly and with shaking hands Gerry gently reaches out to get a grip on the back of Nemo’s hair. 

Giant Mer Siren questions

Do guppies go to school? If so, do they eat Livyatan (large prehistoric whale) and megalodon(prehistoric shark) for lunch? I’m using these big prehistoric animals because I’m convinced a swarm of guppies can make a whale disappear in less than a millisecond like piranhas. 

Or, do guppies eat during lessons? Like say teachers leave a pile of fish near each student in case they get hungry. (a cute little idea i had is the guppies swimming around like a school of fish for field trips and such. Or, they ride on a giant mer sirens back like in finding nemo)

Do teen mer sirens still eat every 5 minutes or do they eat regularly? I’m asking because teens grow a lot as it is and I know giant teen sirens are still growing to be full grown. 

Do giant sirens keep some creatures as pets? Like Julieta has clownfish, Bruno has sea horses, and pepa has tiger fish? Or do they keep large creatures as pets like Livyatan, Megalodons, giant squid, etc? 

Do you mind if I do some world building around your au? Most of it has to do with the different types of sea people. 

I got you⁉️⁉️

So school isn’t really a thing. If there’s guppies gathered in one place, it’s more like a daycare. Usually one of the teenagers or adults stick with the guppies and kinda follow them around, make sure they don’t wander off or something. And yes. A group of guppies, even only 4, can easily take down something as big as a whale in a matter of minutes. Mind you the daycare can last for a few days, because most the time the guppies are only there because the adults are hunting and can’t watch them. So whoever is watching gets to deal with a bunch of hungry guppies 👹👹

Also fun fact that I never mentioned by siren guppies are. Freakishly strong. It’s terrifying tbh. It's worse when they're hungry, cause despite being somewhat weak in terms of stamina, physically, they are way too busted 😭

Yes they do eat. All the time. Whoever is watching has to constantly have a source of food or has to be able to quickly supply food. Consequently, if they don’t, the guppies will take matters into their own hands. And trust, that’s not something you want to happen <333

Kind of? The teens eat a lot still, but not nearly as much as guppies do. They can hold off longer, and usually they’re fine if they don’t eat, they don’t lose that much energy and aren’t weak. Nor are they in danger of going into their human forms.

Yes, they can have pets! They can be just about anything that can be tamed. Bruno does keep several sea horses around, and the other family, it varies. They can have big pets, but they’re kind of uncommon. They’re hard to tame, except ones like whales and all that. It’s not uncommon, however, for full schools of fish be something like pets. Just keep them away from the guppies 💀

And yes! Go ahead and world build, I don’t mind :)

Ruby Gillman: Teenage Kraken/Meet the Gillmans vs Luca

Critics, Reviewers, Comment section, News outlets, etc.

TOP 10 things Ruby Gillman: Teenage Kraken/Meet the Gillmans copied from Luca.

Child: Mom can we watch Luca? Mom: We have Luca at home! Luca at home

Luca, but American.

DreamWorks’ Ruby Gillman: Teenage Kraken/Meet the Gillmans is just like Pixar’s Luca but with a girl.

What if Luca was a girl and it happens in Florida?

DreamWorks: Can I copy your homework? Pixar/Disney: Yes but change it a little. DreamWorks: Ruby Gillman: Teenage Kraken/Meet the Gillmans

It will just like Antz vs A Bug's life, Shark Tale vs Finding Nemo, or Megamind vs Despicable Me.

(Art by F16 - Lift Those EyebrowsPublished: Nov 7, 2010By jbwarner86. It’s not her opinion! It’s just a comic.)

I'm going to be honest. I love DreamWorks movies, so I might be bias. But everyone is entitled to their own opinion. This is mine! I'm tired of everybody calling their movies ripoffs! Hollywood only cares about Disney and Pixar. They're the studios that get all the awards, except once in the blue moon. The media has many times shown bias towards Disney. Not to mention people who don't think of animation as art or think anything animated is made by Disney.

A movie can have a completely different animation, characters, tone, plot, humor, message, story arcs, execution, etc. But as soon as it shows even the smallest similarity with another movie that came out around the same time or worse comes out after it then it's labeled as a ripoff and if not it's constantly compared to its older film siblings.

Even Rise of the Guardians gets compared to Avengers because it came out around the same time, in 2012, and has characters that form a team to stop a bad guy. Seriously!?! 

(That’s actually a fun parody!)

What's next? In this movie, people breathe, walk and talk it's just like the other movie where people breathe, walk and talk. Totally the same!

I get it. People want to describe a movie in the shortest amount of time possible without getting anything away and using a vastly popular movie that most people watched or is so prevalent that most know it in great detail even without watching the movie itself. But those descriptions are mostly misleading and are stretching a lot to find anything similar, as I previously mentioned.

There are hundreds if not thousands of things that go into the making of a movie and even changing one thing can make someone love, hate, or feel indifferent about it.

You might love Avengers but hate Justice League, love Cinderella but feel meh about Sleeping Beauty, and vice versa. They are what a lot of people would call ''the same movie'', ''similar movie'' or ''basically the same''.

Unfortunately, I don't think it's ever going to change. Not everybody has the time or wants to listen to hours of essays about why a film is great or bad, and it’s especially hard to praise something without getting into spoilers.

And I need to remind you that you have your own will, opinions, and tastes. It sounds pretentious but a lot of people seem to forget that. Even if the person describing a movie to you is someone with whose opinions you many times agreed or knows you personally and knows what you like and dislike or even you may think ''I hate - insert what you hate in movies here - ! No way I'm going to like this movie.'' and then you watch it and love it.  

Everybody and their mother makes fun of Shark Tale on the internet but I think it's funny (Polish dub). Almost no one talks about Monsters vs Aliens in a flattering light but I love it. Everybody seems to love the Guardians of the Galaxy movies but I found them unfunny.

Maybe I just didn't find those videos yet.

So, when you hear someone compare one movie to another take it with a huge spoonful of salt.

Can't wait when the Wizard of Once movie comes out and everybody will compare it to Harry Potter because it has magic and the main boy character has black hair.

What movie do you think gets this unfair treatment?

ash makes dumb puns in the store when him and babe go shopping.

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*domino sugar lined up on the ground*

ash: BABE LOOK

*knocks one down and they all fall*

ash: ITS DOMINO SUGAR.

babe: asher…

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ash: OH MY GOD BABE LOOK

*sits down in rocking chair*

ash: SOME MAY EVEN SAY… THIS ROCKS

babe:

ash: wait no come back

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ash: babe what’s this?

babe: it’s bug spray. it kills bugs.

ash: oh…

*swings can around*

ash: I KILLED ONE. IT WORKS.

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babe: hehe honey do something with that! *points at pharmacy sign*

ash: huh?

babe: make a pun out of it!

ash: what does it say babe? i can’t read it. it’s to phar-

ash and babe: MACYYYYYYY

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ash: why is everyone trying to find him? i found him so easily.

*brings babe a nemo lunch box*

babe: god dammit-

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ash: what kinda name is this?

babe: hm?

*holds up happy birthday sticker pack*

ash: happy birthday aabbccddeeffgghhiijjkkllmmnnooppqqrrssttuuvvwwxxyyzz

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ash: YES. GO BEER GO BEER. GO GO DO IT DO IT.

babe: oh… root beer

ash: hehe yeah :)

babe: that wasnt that great babe…

ash: oh… well… i think i have some work to dew *pulls out mountain dew*

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ash: what are these diapers?? why does it say extra protection???? is it for soldier babies?? oh my god

babe: no honey it’s for babies that poop more.

ash: well of course they’re pooping more they’re in the army that is TERRIFYING.

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babe: oh my god ash they have heated blankets!

ash in the distance: yeah. uh huh. that’s what you get.

babe: ash?

ash who’s pushing the heated blanket on an olaf plushy:

babe: ASHER.

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ash: ooo babe can we get these?

babe: yeah what is it?

ash: *starts dropping the candy on the ground*

babe: honey-

ash: lets get 2 *keeps dropping the candy*

babe: ash-

ash: ooo 2 for 3 *continues*

babe: asher. *picks up candy*

babe: *reads hershey’s drops*

babe:

babe: istg-

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babe: tch big sour patch kids? arent those just sour patch adults??

ash: oh my god im going to marry you-

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ash: BABE BABE BABE

babe: hm?

ash: THEY HAVE FROZEN YOGURT.

babe: WHAT??

ash: SEE LOOK.

*shows them frozen (the movie) themed yogurt

babe:

ash: im sorry-

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ash: they told me they wanted to play volleyball with me but i told them i aint gon play with you unless you raisinets *holds up raisinets*

babe: ash-

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ash: someone real stupid asked me what this was *holds up can* and i was like it’s a can-uh-dUh (holds up canada dry ginger ale)

babe: wait i want that

ash: *sighs and puts it in cart*

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ash: i had a friend named Gertrude and we called them Gert for short, and they were in track so we would be like “GO-GURT. GOOOO” *holds up go-gurt*

babe: YOU HAVE FRIENDS??

ash: :(

babe: okay im sorry-

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me and my cousin were watching old liza koshy stuff and i thought of this :)

Take A Break!

[ SUMMARY ] Beach Event Vignette I・II (scroll down for the "groovy" picture too <3)

[ GENRE ] Fluffy and silly

[ NOTES ] They're just being silly for 90% of this. I originally had another idea for the picture but I couldn't achieve because 1 I'm unable to 2 Screaming and 3 It didn't match where the story went. I mean I could've made it so it fit but it's too late to talk about that

Taruchi: Now, my idea: You stop thinking about that for a while…

Taruchi: And you magic us so we can breathe underwater! Yay!

Azul: …What?

Taruchi: C’mon, take a break! The sea is right there!

Azul: How do you expect me to make us able to breathe underwater?

Taruchi: Easy. Your unique magic. To be honest, the writer isn’t sure if you actually can do that, but now you can for the plot’s sake.

Azul: Wh-What are you on about? Who is “the writer” and what plot?

Azul: Well… Anyway. I can do that, but what are you going to give up as collateral?

Taruchi: You’re gonna destroy the contract right after, right?

Azul: …Yes.

Taruchi: Why did you pause?!

Azul: Apologies, force of habit. Of course I’ll destroy it, not to worry.

Taruchi: Good. Then I’m giving up Ramshackle.

Azul: A bit deja vu-inducing, no?

Azul: It’s a deal. Now, just sign here.

(scribbling noises)

Taruchi: If you don’t destroy the contract, I hope you know that I’ll start living in Mostro Lounge and I’m gonna steal all the food.

Azul: Noted.

Taruchi: Okay, let’s go! Just keep the paper in my book or something.

(splashing)

Azul: Taruchi, wait!

Taruchi: I can’t believe I’m actually breathing? Underwater? So cool!

Taruchi: And the sea is just as pretty as I remember…

Azul: Hmm…

Taruchi: What’s wrong?

Azul: It feels strange to be swimming as a human.

Taruchi: Then this is weird for both of us.

Taruchi: But legit, everything is so pretty… I can’t imagine what it must be like living in the Coral Sea.

Azul: You’ve already been there, remember?

Taruchi: Ohh… Haha, I forgot about the time you tried to scam us and almost made me and Grim homeless.

Azul: I…

Taruchi: I’m kidding, I’m not still mad about that. But I will still use it against you.

Azul: *sigh* I suppose I deserve it.

Taruchi: *gasp* There are so many fish! They’re so colorful! And Nemo’s here!

Azul: Who is Nemo?

Taruchi: You need to watch Finding Nemo. And Finding Dory and Shark Tale. You’re missing out.

Azul: I assume those are movies from where you’re from.

Taruchi: Yessir! I have a feeling you’d have a lot to say while watching them.

Taruchi: Wait. Can you talk to other sea creatures?

Azul: No. I assure you, I am not a “Disney princess.”

Taruchi: Aww…

Azul: Now, didn’t you want to explore the ocean?

Taruchi: Yeah?

Azul: Take my hand. Unless you wouldn’t be able to keep up and would rather stay here?

Taruchi: Bold of you to assume I wouldn’t explore with or without you holding my hand, Ashengrotto. I don’t need someone to pull me along.

Azul: If you say so. *swims away*

Taruchi: No, wait, please! I want to hold your hand!

Taruchi: There are even more pretty fish here! It’s like they’re putting on some sort of performance.

Taruchi: Wh— They just made a heart! I’m so convinced they rehearsed this like in The Little Mermaid.

Azul: Maybe they did. Perhaps there was someone behind all this.

Taruchi: Maybe… Wait a minute.

Taruchi: Did you plan this?

Azul: You're welcome.

Taruchi: Awww, booo. That’s so over-the-top, and it’s terribly corny...

Taruchi: But it’s so cute. Thank you, I love it.

Azul: And you thought I was only thinking about business.

Taruchi: Breaking news: Azul Ashengrotto can be a romantic?

Azul: Sometimes. I wouldn’t want to steal your job.

Taruchi: Hold on. Does this mean you CAN speak fish?

Azul: We have animal linguistics for a reason.

Taruchi: I can’t wait to learn how to speak glub glub. Communication through bubbles, for real...

Taruchi: Oh, ask the fish if they ever feel thirsty!

Azul: Perhaps you shouldn’t learn how to talk to fish.

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐚𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧 𝐄𝐧𝐝 - Cherry's Harvesting ending letter

Hello, my lovely people! Cherry here.

It’s with great pleasure — and relief, in my humble honesty — to announce that the “Cherry’s Harvesting” event made to celebrate 100 followers is over. This all began on June 3th but, due to some complications in real life that comes and goes, the event inevitably extended to the beginning of September. 

Which was good, actually. You all got time to submit your lovely and amazing ideas to me and I had the time to sit and work through all of them. Some I couldn’t do, some I had to delay, but it was good anyways. And look at you! I watched this blog slowly grow into 100 followers and then… overflow with almost 830 people until now. 

That was a surprise right there. I got scared that I would have to go from one celebrating event to another in so little time but I’ll have other things for 1k followers, don’t worry. But let me give a special first thank you for all of you <3

Holding this event was a unique experience. First of all, it made me understand why most authors set a date for their requests and not a specific number — I always asked myself why that, now I kinda get it. Not that I have come up with a perfect method for this, I will certainly try the other way next time just to see how it wents.

My nitpick with this is because I was planning for this being a, maybe, short event. “Short event with 50 requests? Are you crazy?” Yes, and a little bit ingenuous. It was my first event after all.

But maybe it was for the best that this event got so extended over the months. I had the chance to meet new fun and cool people, receive interesting ideas and, not only exercise, but also develop my writing abilities. If you read closely, the first requests aren’t exactly similar to the final ones just as the mid-ones.

We had a few scenario requests which I’ll gladly highlight because, even though I promised short scenarios, they were long to write — especially the last ones. 

Starting with “Give Me Your Real Smile” (Azul, 1962 words), simple, funny, cute. “Part of Your World” (octatrio, +800 words each), they’re lovely to make, especially with the Finding Nemo ambience sounds I found. “You Got Riddle-rolled” (Riddle, 1520 words), funny and cute as our short angry king. “Once Upon a Song” (Malleus, 2520 words), it was kinda hard in the beginning to make, I had to do some revisions and such, but turned out pretty good.

“Tsum-dere” (Riddle, Jamil & Malleus, 550 words each), the beginning is deep and by the end of each one, I felt like I was high. “Flustered Beauty” (Silver, 1,4k words) was absolutely fun to write and think about! “Paint Me Your Dream” (Sebek, 2,4k words), it opened my eyes to the possibility that I can simp for Sebek more than I thought I could. “Secret Admirer’s Wish” (Jamil, 2,2k words), what an absolutely lovely story to make. I love it with all my heart!

“I Wonder For You” (Silver, 2,7k words) was the longest story I made until late-August. It was difficult in the beginning, but by the mid-part, I wrote all in one go. Then, Idia looked at Silver and said “pff, noob”. “Winter Melts Into Spring” (Idia, 6,6k words). That’s it, that’s the sentence. 

Talking about writing, some of you may had watch me go into a decent of madness in the first weeks about how I couldn’t write headcanons properly — at least, like most people in the fandom writes them — and the actually few requests that I can say are closer to something “proper, normal” is “Crazy Little Thing About Love” (short trio) and “Fighting High and Low” (Floyd & Leona) because they have simpler plots.

One may say that I’m wrong and the style of combining narration in bullet points is what I did the entire event. And I’m not so frustrated about this now, which is good. 

The practice of writing something — be what it be — is a great exercise in general. I’ve learned a lot of things and most importantly, I discovered my own headcanon style. I’m not new to the world of writing but I only tried a few of these before, maybe even started in a format that everyone did but slowly developed into something more.

Something me. Something Cherry. 

I started to use this blog more in December, I don’t remember now why. Before, I was nothing more than a ghost here and now, I understand what I want to do: doing my things my way. I do memes, I make some commentary, I react to cards, read and write fanfiction. I had the chance to meet other fandom writers and I’m forever grateful for this blessing. 

I’ll use the chance to also say that I will answer to all people who reblogged or commented on my event posts. I didn’t do it before because I wanted to finish the event and reply all in one go. Again, experimenting in the perspective of this being my first writing event.

For now, I’ll take some time to rest a little from writing requests — I received two after-close event and some are a special bit of characters that I couldn’t write on the event because of character-limit — and maybe get the chance to read some more fanfics. I need to start losing my shame — or how old people in my land would say, “lose my wood-face” — and actually reblog more of what I read.

My ask box is open for headcanon commentary and sharing. We have two big series until now: “MC Clothe Saga” and “Courting Customs” (I made a whole list of headcanons now + other masterlists I'll add on my new welcome). And I want some more! I’ll make some occasional theme changes since it’s the end of harvest season for me and I actually invite you to ask me whatever you want about the Cherry’s Harvesting.

Maybe why this name or something about my writing you found interesting, things like that. Let’s interact more. Sincerely, the reasons I love so much characters like Jack, Silver and Idia for example is because I’m very reserved but what I need is actually a chance of opportunity. 

So, don’t be afraid to talk to me. I’ll not bite! Maybe I can’t answer something, this can happen, but in general, I’m like a cat. Grumpy at first sight but can be warmed up with enough food and care.

In conclusion, I just want to thank all of you who read my stories, requested, commented, liked, reblogged and all of the support you have been giving me the past months. The number of times I laughed with myself at seeing your opinions, your comments and everything cute and funny you said about my stories, isn’t easy to calculate.

You make me a very happy writer and I hope we can meet again in the future. But, please, if you can, stick with me even past this autumn. Let’s drink hot chocolate in the winter, pick cherry blossoms in the spring, eat cherries in the summer and have a spooky talk in autumn and so on. 

Thank you for everything. Hope you have a lovely day, an amazing week, an awesome month and a great end of the year that comes close. Cheers!

with love, 

italoniponic aka Cherry

[Cherry's Harvesting masterlist]

I’ve only seen 2 1/2 episodes of Moon Knight so far but I have THOUGHTS. Spoilers, but only for three episodes. Buckle in, cause this is gonna be long.

First, I love Steven Grant so much more than I was expecting to & I want only good things for him, though I know that’s not going to happen. I mean, his only friend is a street artist (I have more thoughts about that, but that’s for another post) who doesn’t talk but he’s still just a complete sweetie. C’mon!

Second, Jake took over in the very 1st episode when Steven was running away from Harrow & you can’t change my mind. I can’t find the right gif, but it was when Steven blanked out when the guys grabbed him & then came back & they were all dead. I feel like this is confirmed by the way that Marc fought in the 3rd episode. He was eliminating targets, but wasn’t as fast or efficient as that first blip, plus while he didn’t seem to care if they died, he wasn’t going out of his way to kill them. I could be wrong, but I feel like it’s more consistent w/ what little I know of the chaos that is Jake Lockley.

Third, I don’t know much about comic!moon knight, but I do know that usually the way that DID happens is due to intense trauma as the person is still developing, & is often related to an authority figure they trusted. So I wanna know which of his parents it was. My bet right now is his mom & that she’s dead. Here’s why:

- Steven keeps calling her and leaving messages about how his day is going. She never picks up/ calls him back, which is why I think she’s dead.

- Steven also mentioned that the flat he lives in belongs to his mom, which, since he’s the most innocent/ normal alter, implies to me that (assuming his mom is dead) he doesn’t remember whatever happened & that a, he inherited the flat when she died, or b, he (subconsciously) made that up as a way for his mom to be a part of his life, even though she clearly isn’t.

- I’ve also seen spoilers that something happened w/ his mom, but I have no idea what. Just that it was bad enough that two of the three alters are really good at fighting/ killing. Cause Marc is clearly protecting Steven & I get the sense that Jake is protecting both of them. So there’s two protective alters, which to me says that it was something really bad.

Fourth, Layla is incredible & deserves her own show. Yes, I’ve seen the gifs, but I want to know more about her background. Heck, I’d watch a whole show of how she met Marc & what she was doing beforehand. She clearly has contacts & did mention that they were working together before Marc ran off, as well as the scene where she talked about how she learned from her father, but I want more. How did her father die? Was she the cause? I need answers.

Fifth, why doesn’t Marc level w/ Layla about Konshu wanting her as an avatar? From everything I’ve seen of her so far, I highly doubt that she’d put up w/ him & is definitely capable of telling him where to get off.

Along those lines, how does the whole avatar thing work? The other gods briefly mentioned that they’re all over the world, so do they have to be in Egypt to become an avatar? Or can the god just be like, hey wanna be my physical representation on Earth? How did Marc become an avatar for Konshu? He mentioned that he was dying, but why? Did one of his things w/ Layla go wrong? How did Harrow stop being Konshu’s avatar? Did he stop after he found Amit’s cane? Does the cane power his tattoo?

Sixth, the fact that Marc tried to replace Gus instead of letting Steven find him dead is so sweet. Like, instead of going to the shop & trying to find another fish w/ a bad fin, he could’ve just left him dead in the tank, since I’m assuming that Gus was dead when Marc came back from trooping around the German? countryside. But no, he went out of his way to try to replace him so Steven wouldn’t be sad.

Also Gus is totally Nemo & Disney should’ve just named him that. They own Pixar now & you can’t tell me that Steven hasn’t seen Finding Nemo. The man is clearly a millennial & that movie is Important.

Seventh, did Konshu know that Marc has DID when he made him his avatar? Cause I don’t believe he developed it afterwards. That’s not how it works. If Konshu did know, did he choose Marc on purpose because of it? What’s Konshu really up to? I feel like he’s trying to believe in humanity while also trying to get back into his fellow gods’ good graces.

Eighth, I am HERE for Steven & Marc acknowledging that they need help. And I really hope that they get that help. At the very least, Steven is British & has health care not tied to his work status, which is nice. Seriously, I need to talk about his conversation w/ the museum HR person. Like, he is fully aware that he needs help and does accept the advice to go to a doctor, even though unfortunately he ends up not having time for that. I love him.

That’s it for right now. I have more, but this is already long enough. Suffice it to say that I am really excited to watch the rest of the show!

survey #079

Do you enjoy Tim Burton films? Which one is your favourite? Oh, I absolutely do. I really enjoy his remake of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, and I also have a deep fondness for Corpse Bride. His version of Alice in Wonderland is also fantastic. How many siblings does your significant other have? He has one older sister. Have you ever done three or more shots in a row? I've never taken shots and am not really interested in doing so because I HATE the taste of alcohol. Do you use Twitter? No. Last person to make you seriously mad? Sara. Not even gonna get fuckin started.

As kids, were there any toys that you & your sibling(s) used to fight over? Uhhh, possibly? I mean realistically there probably is SOMETHING, but tbh I was generally into things/toys my sisters weren't so I don't think they really messed with them. As a kid, did you own any items of clothing with a Disney character on them? Oh, certainly. I especially had a whole lot of Finding Nemo stuff. What would you say is your favorite television show? Of all-time, Meerkat Manor, but I am currently most actively interested in/watching Extraordinary Attorney Woo. Do you enjoy big holiday dinners? Quite honestly? No. Those only ever occur when we're with Ashley's family/in-laws, who are a bunch of horrifically conservative hicks quite frankly, and I get really uncomfortable when they do the group prayer before eating (I just close my eyes and dip my head to not feel like a sore thumb), they take ANY get-together as a chance to ramble about how Covid is a government scheme among other political fucking nonsense, and people always ask why I pretty much always barely eat anything at all, especially without fail on Thanksgiving. They're just uncomfortable. Is there any piece of jewelry you're constantly wearing? My lip ring, tragus stud, and the "keep (fucking) going" ring from my mom. Would you say you hate anyone? Quite honestly, yes. If you have the fucking audacity to believe my trauma is invalid and just a lie as a whole, FUCK you and I have ZERO fucking respect for you. That is the rudest fucking thing you could EVER do to me. Do you think freckles are cute? Oh, absolutely. Have you been to Red Lobster before? Yep. Their biscuits are fucking heavenly. Who is your role model, if you had to choose? Markiplier. Do you believe in any particular curses? Nope. Have you ever taken a keyboarding class? Yeah; I want to say two semesters were mandatory in middle school. Favorite high school teacher: Coach Collie. Not a gym teacher, despite his title; he taught English, but was also theeeee... baseball coach, I think? I know he taught some sport and just preferred that title. I still have him on my Facebook, even though I KNOW I disappoint that man with the shit I share and all the cursing I do lmao Would you say you think you have a mental disorder of some kind? I am very, fully aware I deal with multiple. I've been diagnosed with SO much over time though and have been told and very much agree it's unlikely I have ALL that I've been told I do, just so much stuff overlaps that I barely know what to call what anymore. I just know I have depression, an unstable mood, extreme sensitivity to judgment, and I'm an anxious mess that worries about anything and everything. Are you normally an independent person? No, quite frankly. Another problem I have is EXTREME dependency. I need my hand held with so many fucking things that it's just straight-up embarrassing. I get overwhelmed absurdly easily and sincerely struggle making sense of things by myself and just feel very stupid a lot. From the bottom of my heart I truly believe the fucking monsoon of different medications I've been on since the 6th grade has taken an awful toll on my brain's overall health and ESPECIALLY my memory, which also greatly affects my ability to do shit on my own. Have you ever failed a class before? I failed algebra during my last attempt at college, and I know I also failed some courses on my second try/online endeavor at college, but I don't remember which. What's the meanest thing someone's called you? I sure did appreciate being called a spineless, weak-willed deadweight by Sara. That was cool. Even cooler than being called a martyr by Briar. Have you ever seen a tornado in person? No and I never, EVER, want to. I would fucking shit myself and I'm not even fucking kidding about that. Probably die on the scene from a goddamn heart attack. I don't fuck around with how much I am petrified of tornadoes. Has anyone made you mad today? I still feel residual anger over stuff relating to Sara from a few days ago, but it's easing up at least... Ever been obsessed with a show? Oh, absolutely Meerkat Manor. Do you remember how old you were, when you first began to use swearwords? However old I was in the 7th grade. Does anyone in your life use terms of endearment a lot when talking to you? Primarily Girt. Mom does too sometimes. What is an essential product that, in your opinion costs more than it should? Feminine hygiene products. Can you recall the last movie/TV show that made you cry? I cried the last time Girt and I watched Extraordinary Attorney Woo. The episode ended super beautifully and emotionally and I just couldn't handle it, haha. Do you remember the last occasion when you were out and about and “bumped into” someone you knew? Were you glad to see them? Uhhhhh... I honestly can't. What does your mother do for work? If she’s a homemaker, any specific reason for this? She is on disability due to her cancer. She does do some cleaning at a church for a small pay, but not enough to disqualify her from disability. It breaks her heart really, she got cancer RIGHT before she would've started interning as a social worker. She's pretty sure that dream just isn't obtainable anymore. Her cancer is GOING to come back at some point, anyway... I just feel so bad for my mom and how she never, ever, got to be/do the things she wanted. What about your father? What does he do? He's been a mailman literally for as long as I've been alive, I think. If you have a Facebook, what do you use it for? Honestly? Memes lmfao. When was the last time you did clay work/pottery? Not since high school when I made an anatomically correct heart for Jason. Would you rather be a model, famous scientist, singer, or chef? A scientist. Does making others happy really make you feel happy? Absolutely. Do you know a Jack? What’s he like? Sara has a brother named Jack. Regardless of having absolutely no fucking respect for her, I respect her brother's privacy and am kinda just uncomfortable sharing details about him. When you have children, would you like twins? If I wanted to have kids, I would DREAD having twins. I'd lose my fucking mind. Do you know any twins? If so, what are they called? I went to school with a Tyler and Taylor. I also know a woman who has had twin daughters, but idr their names. What personality trait does nearly everyone in your family seem to have? I'd say we're all pretty damn hard-headed. Would you ever live with any of your friends? Not at this point in my life, no. I'm probably only ever moving out when my partner and I are ready for that. Already kinda allude to it happening. What is your favorite kind of chocolate? Milk chocolate, esp with peanut butter or caramel filling. What was your first alcoholic beverage? A hard lemonade. Has a rumor even been spread about you? Yep, even though it was very obviously illogical. Marriage in your future? Probably, it's something we reference for future things, and our relationship is super healthy with no signs of it ending. How did you get your last bruise? Getting my last B-12 shot a few days ago. Which, by the way, has proven pretty fucking ineffective as I've lost solely water weight and no actual fat mass (we know from a scale they use that apparently costed thousands of dollars). I won't be getting them anymore because it's a very expensive program, and my body clearly isn't responding to it, so... what else is new. Are your parents married or divorced? Divorced as fuuuuuck. Do you eat the stems of broccoli? Yeah, that's honestly the part I prefer. How long was your longest drive in a car? At least 10 hours, but probably closer to 11. Maybe even 12, if my memory is really that bad. What was the name of the main character in the last book you read? Winter. Is your dad a jerk? I mean, he's honestly capable of being one. He doesn't sugar-coat anything whatsoever and is definitely capable of being rude when it's totally unnecessary. My dad is... weird, though, like I really don't think he realizes when he's being an ass. I don't think he as a whole is a real jerk, though. He's more than anything a very talkative, rambly but clueless old man who doesn't realize when he's being too much. Is anyone in your family currently in the military? No. What was the last thing you bought at the dollar store? A snack, I think. I wanna say peach rings. Do you own a bikini? Hell no, absolutely nobody wants to see me in a bikini. Does your town have a horse and carriage company? No. What was the name of the person who bullied you the most in high school? I'm very grateful that I was never bullied. Who was the last person you remember hanging up on you? I don't really know if anyone HAS properly hung up on me. The closest thing to that that's ever happened to me was when I called my WoW main's GM a bigot and he kicked me out of the voice chat and the guild, lmao. That man was fucking crazy, though I really can't remember what happened. This was years upon years ago, when I "lived" in the apartment w/ Jason. What was the last fast food restaurant that you ate at? What did you get? Uh it was Bojangle's a few days back. I had what's called a chicken supreme dinner there, which is five chicken tenders, fries, and a biscuit. List five movies that you hear are good, but that you have never seen. The Harry Potter series of course (which I nowadays refuse to watch because I am fucking not funding a terf that finds comfort in her fucking paycheck), The Blindside, Juno, Lord of the Rings series, and uh The Fault in Our Stars. How many continents have you been to, and which ones? I've never left North America. I want to, though... I wanna travel so bad. How many continents has your best friend been to, and which ones? I'm quite sure he hasn't left NA, either. How many continents has your dad been to, and which ones? I can pretty much guarantee he hasn't left America, either. That’s enough questions about continents. Anyways, do you like Iron Maiden? I sure do, they're a good band. What’s a place you have a strong emotional connection to? The little pond area behind the local community college... it's where I took my first prom pictures. I don't like seeing that place, doing so has even made me by itself have a total emotional breakdown. I haven't seen this place in years. Who was the last relative you visited? My grandma and uncle. Have you ever made any money from a side-hustle? I've taken pictures for people and have been paid for it, so I guess. Do you ever wonder what kind of person you’d have turned out to be if a certain event never happened to you? Oh, I ABSOLUTELY wonder who I would be if Jason never left. It's wild, I actually feel like I'd be a worse person... Is there anything you’d like to say to your last ex? Oh, there's PLENTY, but it's better that I never do. Where did you buy your dishes from? I have no idea, we've had the same pretty porcelain (I uh, think?) plates for literally as long as I can remember. Have you ever been a victim of a crime? Well, I'd say a gang attempting to break into our house, even though they failed, is definitely a crime... At this same house, we also had our basketball goal stolen. Aaaand again the same house, it's been egged and that's considered vandalism. That neighborhood was such incredible shit. Do you ever take intentional breaks from checking/posting on social media? I've taken a break from Facebook at least once, but I don't usually do this, even though I probably should more often... Who was Van Halen’s better singer - David Lee Roth, or Sammy Hagar? David is an absolute pompous dickbag, BUT I enjoy him more as a singer. Which fictional character has the most memorable quotes? Um, idk. Tbh I'm super bad at remembering quotes, so. Have you ever been to either of your parents’ workplaces? I seem to remember going inside the post office (where Dad works) as a very young kid. I used to go with my mom occasionally to the church she cleans at, but I'd always just bring my computer and also play Pokemon GO because the church was a gym, ha ha. Do you have any relatives who live on a different continent than you? Not that I know of. How did you and your significant other celebrate your last anniversary? We actually didn't, because I had fucking Covid. Wasn't happy about it, but I wasn't getting him sick after he JUST got over Covid himself. Do you have a good sense of direction? ABSOLUTLEY not. What’s the weirdest, rudest, or most ridiculous thing a guest has ever done in your home? I can't say I'm sure. Who was the recipient of your very first kiss? Jason. Do you prefer shrimp or crab? SHRIMP. Crab is just so mushy and in general atrocious. What was the last thing you watched on YouTube? I'm currently watching jacksepticeye play The Quarry. Do you know anyone who had a kid before they were financially stable? Who doesn't, let's be real. What’s your phone’s wallpaper picture? Lock screen, Richard Kruspe. Home screen, this neon green spooky pattern against black. When was the last time you saw the person you had your first kiss with? The start of February, 2017. Why did you move to where you’re living now? Because the woman who owned this house before was in the hospital dying and pretty much her dying wish was for her friend (also our friend) to have the house and give it to me and my mom (she knew us) because we were technically homeless. I'm so far beyond grateful to have a roof over my head, but god knows Mom and I hate it here. It's not home. What’s your opinion on wearing pajamas in public? Do you yourself do that? I literally do not give a shit. Even I do it. Not EVERYWHERE of course, but I definitely do it. What was the most severe punishment your parents gave you when you were growing up? My mom was a spanker when my sisters and I were kids, and sometimes they were too aggressive. I remember her leaving a clear handprint on my arm once. Since having grandkids though, she's grown very much against it. Have you ever been to California? I have not. What’s something you’re really bad at compared to others? Honestly, a whole lot. I can't remember jackshit, I can't give or understand directions (ties into not being able to remember even street names I see regularly), I am astonishingly inept socially, and I could go on for fifteen minutes at least. Do you know anyone who treats retail/restaurant employees poorly? That was fucking Colleen on a daily goddamn routine, it felt like. Y'all have NO fucking idea how many times I've been present while this witch was demanding to talk to a manager on the phone over NOTHING. I've also been with my dad before when he was being a difficult ass to the computer repair people. Are most of the books you own hardcover or paperback? Paperbacks, by far. Cheaper. What was the topic of conversation the last time you spoke to a sibling? I texted Ashley a day or two ago asking her to show Aubree this picture of a really cool balloon animal unicorn I saw online. She LOVES unicorns. What was the last caffeinated drink you had? Do you drink this often? By pure coincidence I have a Mountain Dew Voltage now, but I'm super relieved that I barely ever drink soda anymore, like it's just a rare treat. Flavored sparkling water has saved my fucking ass.

WE ALL HAVE TO GROW UP SOMETIME

Traci contacted me last week to ask if I’d take Quinn’s senior pictures. My immediate response was a mixed bag of being unqualified to take these pictures and internal weeping because how is it possible that this kid is graduating high school?!? I swallowed those feelings and struck a deal with Traci. I would take the pictures for free, edit them and then give them a folder of images to choose and have prints made. She countered the deal with an okay, but we’re going to this fancy ten course dinner place afterwards. We are good at negotiations.

They met me in Tulsa where I had traveled to visit with Mom and we roamed around the Gathering Place while I snapped pictures of Quinn. I took well over three hundred pictures and his eyes were closed in probably two hundred and fifty of them. There was a lot to catch up on since we hadn’t spent time together in almost a year. We swapped life stories while Quinn mugged for the camera. Occasionally, Traci and I would give each other a side eye before making fun of his duck face pose. Yes…duck face is not just for the females and a more experienced portrait photographer would have been able to give this lanky man child better things to do with his face and hands. Even if I was an experienced portrait photographer, I would have been distracted by how it was possible that this human was mostly all grown up.

I have so many stories of this person as a small human. Chris and I were right on the other side of the door to his delivery room and were some of the first people to meet him on his first day on this planet. I have such a clear memory of Traci’s Chris holding this bundled newborn up for us all to witness. Quinn’s head was perfectly rounded and made for those little knitted baby caps. He looked back at us with one squinty eye, like Popeye. Chris was Quinn’s manny from the time he was a tiny baby until we moved to Kansas City. On the Saturday mornings when Chris was working, I’d run errands and then grab breakfast or lunch to take over to Traci’s house. Then Chris and I would watch Quinn poke food into his mouth for over an hour or we’d take him to the Bass Pro Shop to see ‘catfish’. We watched countless hours of Cars and Finding Nemo. We spent every Halloween at their place handing out candy to what felt like thousands of kids or walking the neighborhood trick-or-treating. Tantrums, laughs, snotty noses, I’ve experienced them all.

Traci had made reservations at FarmBar, a place that does a ten course tasting menu, the kind of place I wouldn’t ever think to take a teenager. But Quinn is pretty culinarily adventurous and willing tried each dish that was placed in front of us. There was no need to prod or beg him to just try a bite. The dinner was good, some dishes better than others, but the thing that made this dinner the best was Quinn’s commentary on all of the dishes. If Chris left any kind of imprint on this kid, it was his dry wit and sense of humor. The Kanpachi crudo of shiso ganita and charred onion was described as a “vegetable snow cone” which was not far from the truth. We were five or six courses in before Quinn declared that he hadn’t even used his napkin yet and while waiting on course six, he said “they’re probably back there whipping up one mushroom for the four of us.” And we laughed so dang much.

Quinn has a job and a girlfriend. He’s taking college courses and plans on going to nursing school, like his parents. He’s debating between Japan and Mexico for his senior trip. I told him to pick Japan. He still has that squinty brown eye, though his other eye is hazel. He is taller than all of us. He has Chris’s sense of humor and skill for delivering the perfectly timed, sarcastically dry line.

I bet that skill gets him farther than he can even imagine.

Rebuilding Family

Summary: Y/N and Spencer were college sweethearts at Cal-Tech but once Spencer got accepted to the FBI Academy, he ended things deciding it was not fair to make Y/N wait for him. When they meet again years later, he discovers something unexpected.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader

A/N: this may be my favorite chapter yet. i originally was going to delay this chapter a day but the wonderful comments gave me motivation to write. i beg of you to play the song when i write it starts playing...enjoy!

Masterlist

Chapter 12

“Yes, yes, yes!” Spencer excitedly left the hospital, immediately calling you.

“Y/N Y/L/N” you answered, having not checked the caller ID first.

“Guess what?” Spencer smiled.

“Hi Spence. What?” your tone instantly became lighter across the phone.

“The doctor cleared me. I don’t need crutches anymore!” Spencer exclaimed.

“Oh my god, that’s great! I know how much you hated them,” you responded.

“Yes, I did not like not being able to help you with Jo as much. But do you know what this also means…” he prompted.

“What?” you asked.

“I will actually be able to walk around and

take you on a real date ,” he beamed.

“Looking forward to it,” you grinned.

“How about tonight?” he asked excitedly.

“What about Jo?”

“JJ’s,” he replied quickly.

Clearly, he had already thought this through completely.

“Okay. I’d ask you what time you’re picking me up but we are both living in the same place right now so I’ll see you at home,” you giggled.

“See you at home,” he repeated with a massive smile plastered on his face.

-

“Mommy, why can’t I come?” Jo pouted, clinging on to your neck as you brought her out to the car.

“Me and Daddy are going to do BORING adult things,” you pretended to snore, “You don’t want to come, Baby J. You get to go have a fun playdate with Henry. I’m so jealous.”

You buckled her in and closed the car door, feeling arms wrap around your waist.

“Boring?” Spencer asked, feigning hurt.

“So boring,” you teased, giving him a kiss.

“You look beautiful by the way,” Spencer earnestly looked into your eyes.

You opened your mouth to respond but there was a faint knock on the car window.

“The princess is getting impatient,” he chuckled, climbing into the driver’s seat.

-

“Hi!” JJ greeted the three of you at the door as you set Jo down who immediately ran inside in search of her best friend.

“Thank you for watching her,” you said.

“Oh, of course. Don’t worry about it! Now, go! Don’t waste any more of your night off talking to me,” she ushered you away.

“Bye! I’ll text you when we’re on our way back to get her,” Spencer waved.

Spencer then grabbed your hand, interlocking your fingers and pulling you back towards the car as your head fell back in delightful laughter.

-

“You know it’s funny,” JJ said to Will as they were watching you two out the window, “Before I even knew that they had a history together, I was considering setting them up together.”

“What made you think that?” Will questioned, “I mean they’re both very nice people but I wouldn’t have thought about that.”

“I don’t know. I just felt like there could be something between them...turns out there already was,” she smiled.

-

Spencer pulled the car up to a beautiful patio dining area overlooking a lake. It was dusk and the sun was setting so stringed lights were hung up all around the tables.

“Spence, I heard it takes like a year to get a reservation here,” you looked at him incredulously.

“I have my ways,” he kissed your hand, “Come on.”

You walked up to the hostess with your hands interlocked.

“Dr. Spencer Reid for two,” he politely said to her.

“Right this way,” she guided you to your table with menus in her hand.

Spencer, ever the gentleman, pulled out your chair for you. You thanked the hostess but your eyes never left Spencer.

Once Spencer was seated, a silence fell over the two of you.

“This is kind of an awkward first date because we already know everything about each other,” you admitted.

“Yes, we are doing things a little backwards but at least I know I already love every single thing about you,” Spencer smiled.

You blushed, “Ditto.”

“Hey there,” the waitress approached your table, “What can I get started for you both?”

“I’ll have a glass of red wine please,” you said.

“I’ll just have water, thanks. Also, can we get spring rolls as an appetizer,” Spencer asked.

“Sure thing, I’ll be right back with those,” she wrote your order down in her notepad and left the table.

“Why am I surprised you remembered my affinity for spring rolls?” you laughed.

“I know it’s technically impossible for me to forget anything but even if I didn’t have an eidetic memory, I still wouldn’t forget a single thing about you,” he spoke.

You felt your cheeks heat up yet again.

“You have always had a way with words, Dr. Reid,” you took a sip from the wine glass that the waitress placed in front of you to hide your bashful grin.

-

You were headed back to JJ’s after a wonderful dinner. You were on a backroad and it was starting to drizzle. The radio was playing softly as you played with Spencer’s fingers in your hand.

Signed, Signed, Delivered by Stevie Wonder began to play through the radio. Spencer excitedly turned to look at you.

“This is our song, remember?” he beamed.

“Yeah, I remember,” you giggled.

Before you know what was happening, Spencer had pulled the car over and turned the radio up loudly.

He let go of your hand and exited the car.

“Spence, it’s raining!” you laughed.

“Good thing we have a dryer at home. Come on!” he walked around to your side, opening your car door and offering his hand.

You accepted and he pulled you out of the car, twirling you around. You danced around hand in hand, splashing in puddles without a care in the world.

You and Spencer were both singing at the top of your lungs, occasionally breaking from the lyrics to let out a joyous laugh. As the song faded out, he dipped you down, smiling widely. You slicked his wet hair back as he pulled you in for a kiss.

You didn’t know how long the kiss lasted but you finally pulled apart when there was a loud honk in front of you. A car was stopped in the road, waiting for you to finish your makeout session in the middle of the street.

“Sorry!” Spencer called out to the driver as you both giddily ran back to your car.

You kissed him once more once you were back inside the safety of the car.

-

You were grinning like fools when Will opened the door.

“Do I want to know?” Will chuckled, gesturing at your soaked clothes.

“I think it’s better if we keep it to ourselves,” you smiled.

JJ came around the corner with a sleepy Jo in her arms.

“Well it looks like you two had fun,” she said as she handed Jo to Spencer.

“Thank you again. If you guys ever want to go out, we can watch Henry,” you offered.

“It’s really not a problem but we may take you up on that some time. Have a good night, guys,” JJ smiled.

“Daddy, why are you wet?” Jo asked curiously.

“Mommy and Daddy had to walk in the rain back to their car after the long meeting,” Spencer pretended to sound unamused as to not let the child know about your fun night without her.

“Me and Henry had mac and cheese for dinner and then we played dinosaurs and then we watched Finding Nemo,” Jo informed you both on the drive home.

“Well it sounds like you had an exciting night,” you smiled.

Once you got home, Spencer offered to tuck Jo into bed while you changed out of your damp clothes.

You peeked into the room just as Spencer was giving her a kiss on the forehead and getting up from the bed.

“I should go,” Spencer spoke softly.

“Or...you could stay,” you offered quietly.

Spencer smiled, “The latter sounds much better.”

“Now go change into sweats from my closet before you catch a cold,” you ushered him into your room.

You went downstairs to give Spencer some privacy, turning the kettle on to heat up and taking out two mugs.

You slowly made your way back upstairs with two warm mugs of chamomile tea. You tapped slightly at the door before entering.

“Thank you,” Spencer accepted the mug into his hands, giving you a quick kiss.

“I’m going to put our clothes in the dryer and then I’ll be right back,” he said, taking a sip of the tea before setting it down on the nightstand.

Spencer returned a few minutes later, getting in under the comforters and wrapping one arm around you. You both sipped your tea in a comfortable silence as the rain continued to pour down outside.

“Chamomile tea’s health benefits include protecting against diarrhea, nausea, stomach ulcers, and gas,” Spencer stated.

“Ever the romantic, Dr. Reid,” you giggled, resting your head on his shoulder.

So first fic of the year which would've been the last fic of the year if it hadn't proven hard to wrangle.

Smut under the cut AO3

Nemo is in his lap as they often are, comfortably nestled into him on the sofa. There’s something on the tv neither of them are really paying attention to as they play at some facade of normalcy as they do as countless other young couples in flats across London would be doing this moment after a long day. 

But then is it really a facade? They are a young couple in a flat in London who have come home after a long day when you get down to it. 

(It’s just that the nature of what made it a long day involved the various kind of bullshit that come along with chasing down cursed books) 

And Nemo is quite content to stay in his lap, comfortably nestled into him on the sofa and trade the occasional soft, slow kiss. Stay there and be lulled by the soft, warm comfort that his presence often brings them as they sink into pleasant tiredness. (And preferably be lulled so much that in a few hours Gerry would have to carry them to bed) 

But try as they might, apparently their body has other ideas and they can’t ignore the sensation that’s making them squirm in his lap. (How are they so wet already?) 

Gerry chuckles, 

“You ok there little ghost?” His voice is a soothing, sleepy mumble and Nemo’s response is to shift position until they’re straddled over his thigh. 

“Oh,”

Gerry pulls Nemo into a long, lazy kiss and Nemo gives a whisper of a moan as they start to move against him. (And Nemo  is very glad of the fact they’d both decided that jeans are highly overrated items of clothing they needed to be free of) And it’s not long  before Nemo feels their mind starting to melt. 

They both break for air both lightheaded after sharing soft kisses and equally soft moans. And Nemo can feel their mind has started to melt in all those wonderful ways. Gerry places a hand on Nemo’s back to keep them steady.

“You’re so… so fucking cute like this,”  He cups their cheek with his other hand and Nemo hazily realises the flush on his face and his darkened eyes mean he’s well on the way to being just as horny as they are. “Is… Is this all you want?” 

“Yes”

Nemo starts to move, takes a shaky grip on Gerry’s shirt as they slowly rut and he slowly kisses them again. 

This is downright lazy and gentle (Even when Gerry bites their lip) but there’s a thread of desperation running through, that ever greedy part that always wants more and it’s never enough.  It wouldn’t be hard for Nemo  to give in, move faster, move harder, tease their tits, slip a hand between their thighs and take themself over the edge but also this feels good, so fucking good and as they’ve learned holding off makes the eventual reward all the sweeter. 

(And also…. Nemo’s too tired to really want to do anything else, their arousal as strong as it is is sort of fuzzy around the edges with sleep) 

Gerry slumps back slightly against the sofa when they break for air again and he lets out a barely audible “Oh fuck,”  before he palms himself through his boxers. And Nemo chuckles amused as always by how easily Gerry gets horny. 

They continue to slowly rut against his thigh, their brain further melts as everything other than the hedonistic pleasure they’re currently swimming in fades away. And they soon find themself a whimpering, shuddering mess as the sensation against their clit is somehow too much but not as much as the barrier of the soft fabric of their boxers keeps them from going over the edge. 

 “That it…” Gerry gives a breathy moan and Nemo watches with eyes half lidded as he teases his cock, “That’s a good little ghost,” he gives a strained chuckle, “Look what you’ve done to me,” 

The praise sends another rush of arousal through them, strong enough to make them tense their thighs and for a brief moment Nemo feels they’re going to go over right there but somehow they don;t. 

 “That’s it… that’s it…” Gerry softly urges as he runs his thumb over the head of his cock and Nemo swallows at the sight of the precum he’s toying with and wishes for a long moment that they had his cock in their mouth,  “You look so good fucking yourself like that…” He moans, his voice soft and low and strained “Yeah… use me however you want… I’m yours,”

Nemo bites down on their lip to as that greedy part of their brain runs with that ‘I’m yours’

Yeah you’re mine, all mine, use you however I want… forever (And I’m yours yours… yours) 

They move faster now their whimpers and moans punctuated with Gerry’s soft urging and then they shut their eyes as they fall further into pleasure. 

“Hey,” His voice is still gentle but firmer as Nemo finds a hand on their cheek as he gently demands, “Look at me,”

Nemo looks at him. 

The light touch of his fingers is somehow enough to keep them from totally losing their grip on reality. They’ve been held here so long it aches, their body begging for release. It would be so easy to make a pleading request of “Make me cum, I don’t care how, do whatever you want to me just let me cum”  but this ‘torture’ is pleasurable in it’s own way and part of them would stay in this limbo forever. 

And then Gerry has both hands on their face as he kisses them, this time it’s deep and biting and as he pulls back-

Oh…

Oh…

Oh fuck…. 

Fuck fuck fuck fuck… 

Nemo pants and moans weakly as finally they go over and watches as Gerry cums untouched over his stomach. Nemo doesn’t stop, ruts frantically as they try to wrench everything they can out of this until it’s too much. They slump forward, boneless and Gerry manages to catch them. 

“Easy… easy… I’ve got you…” He soothes, his voice strained as Nemo settles against him and nuzzles weakly into his shirt as they stay there shakin,  panting and with their pulse in their ears. 

And then after a long moment just as things start to feel like they’re not spinning quite so much Nemo hears a muffled

“Fuck,”

Followed by a breathless chuckle Nemo manages to answer as he gently brushes a lock of Nemo’s dark, curly hair from their face and presses a kiss to their forehead before he gently shifts Nemo until they’re across his lap. 

And then Gerry gently brushes a hand against Nemo’s stomach,

“Gerry?”

“Let me touch you,” He mumbles into their neck.

Nemo gently guides his hand and shudders as he slips a hand into their boxers. 

“You’re soaked…” He mouths at their neck, “But you did cum all over my thigh-”

Nemo goes to say something but it trails into a moan as he teases their clit. His touch is gentle but at this point it’s still so sensitive that it almost hurts but it feels so good in its own weird way. He chuckles into their neck, “Wouldn’t be hard to make you cum again,” He continues to tease, clever fingers gently playing with sensitive, slick flesh, “Just keep teasing your sensitive cock,” He pinches and Nemo whimpers.    

Nemo whimpers. That would be good, so good, let him take them, let him slip his fingers in, stretch them just right as he fucks them-

Then. 

Gerry yawns.

And Nemo yawns. 

And then Gerry groans as reality sets in that there are forces stronger than their combined libidos. 

“Bedtime?” Nemo ventures “Guess so,” Gerry mumbles as he gently moves to pick Nemo up, “Bathroom first-” 

Can you tell me more about Droners? Looks nice

I SURE CAN! I'm gonna go ahead and give an excessive amount of detail because some things weren't said in the show but I figured it out by looking at stuff online.

It's a French cartoon but the English dub is currently being released in Australia on ABC ME (so if you're Australian or have a good VPN you can watch it online for free!)

quick heads up tho, Australia is airing the show COMPLETELY out of order. The proper episode order is listed here on trakt.tv

DRONERS is a show about a bunch of teenagers competing in a drone racing competition on Whale Island - an island owned by Wyatt Whale, the owner of WhaleCorp. WhaleCorp is a tech manufacturing company that created(?maybe?) G.E.N.I.E.s, which are little floating electric eel things that power the drones. Specifically they power drones also created by WhaleCorp. The competition seems to be a way for Wyatt to find a new apprentice.

Here's Wyatt Whale and his G.E.N.I.E., Neptune!

The other big drone manufacturing company is Teach Tech, founded by Gavinda Teach. Her drones do not have G.E.N.I.E.s, instead they're powered by nucleum (which is radioactive and toxic to the environment, naturally). She’s very gaslight girlboss. Here's her:

OK so now for the drone racer characters. All of the racing teams have their own little personalized hut they live in on Whale Island while competing (you can see in the background of each of the pics below).

First we have the main characters: Team Tikis!

From left to right: Mouse (mechanic), Oro (G.E.N.I.E.), Corto (pilot), & Enki (enginerd) (yes they call them enginerds yes it’s an official title). Their drone is called Maroro.

Corto’s the main character and she acts like a very typical shounen protagonist, I love her. Mouse has a whole thing with being a Shore Scrubber and part of the Ruto Clan (ill talk about this more later) and all we know about Enki is that he was at least partially raised in the jungle. These guys frequently talk about how winning this competition is the only way they can save their island, Nui (but we don’t know the details of that just yet).

Next team is...The Bees!

From left to right: Buzz (mechanic), Flora (pilot), Jelly (G.E.N.I.E.), & Fuzz (enginerd). Their drone is called Bumblebee!

We don’t know much about their motivations yet. Flora and Enki might have a little romance going on, hard to tell yet. And no I don’t know Buzz or Fuzz’s genders I don’t think they’ve spoken yet so that’s fun

Next team is...The Starfish!

Left to right: Debbie (enginerd/mechanic), Deejay (pilot), Shiny (G.E.N.I.E.). Their drone is called Aquablaster!

They’re actually a band/celebrity trio more than a racing team. Their motivation for being in the competition seems to be to gain more followers on social media and get more fans for their music.

Next is...The Tao Twins!

Left to right: Lotus (G.E.N.I.E.), Sun (pilot), Monk (enginerd/mechanic). Their drone is called Wushu!

I don’t remember if they’ve talked about their motivations for being in the competition, Sun said the people of his island are counting on him but they didn’t give any detail yet. Sun is also Corto’s love interest and they’re very funny together. ALSO he’s blind, fun facts. We don’t know much about Monk yet except he’s very sassy.

Next is The Cold Kings!

Left to right: Manta (pilot), Shino (enginerd/mechanic). Their drone is called Sub-Zero!

This is one of the two Teach Tech teams. We don’t know much about their motivations but Manta is a very angry guy and Shino seems to support it and find it annoying at the same time. You get it.

Next is...The Mirages!

Left to right: Adam (enginerd/mechanic), Hannah (pilot). Their drone is called Fatamorgana.

This is the other Teach Tech team. They seem to be working directly under Gavinda Teach but we don’t know why just yet.

Next is The Sirens!

Left to right: Victoria (enginerd), Mina (pilot), Nemo (G.E.N.I.E.), Laurel (mechanic). Their drone is called Nautilus!

We don’t know their motivations but we DO know that they’re British so does that mean England exists in this universe? I have no idea. I’m sure you can tell what Mina’s personality is just by looking at her. They’re very cute though I love Laurel.

And the last team is The Pirates!

Left to right: Max (enginerd/occasional pilot), Patch (G.E.N.I.E.), Shark (pilot/occasional enginerd), & Ed (mechanic). Their drone is called Claw!

I saved this team for last because they’re the Shore Scrubber team! The show has yet to fully explain what Shore Scrubbers are, but it seems to be a class of people that are stereotyped by non-Shore Scrubbers as being aggressive liars who will cheat and steal. Their motivation in this competition seems to be to prove that Shore Scrubbers are just like everyone else (but they haven’t talked about it really).

Mouse is also a Shore Scrubber so she really likes The Pirates and will defend them from the other characters being classist/bigoted towards them.

There’s also some backstory for the show involving the Terrans and the Aquas - Terrans being humans and Aquas being ancient creatures that may be extinct and we don’t know much about them right now.

Anyway the show (for the 13 episodes that I’ve seen) is just the teams competing in drone races run by Wyatt Whale, first there’s a test race and then some character development and learning and then there’s a real race. It’s a points-based competition and not elimination-based so all of the teams are still around at the end of those 13 episodes! I don’t know where things are gonna go for the rest of the season and I don’t know when they’re coming out :(

[edit 3/1/2023] the episodes are listed on the show's wikipedia page now! https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Droners

theres also production codes listed so at this point i dont know what the right order for the season is. the show is pretty episodic so its fine but they never fully explain whats going on during the season lol

you can watch the full first season here: https://kimcartoon.li/Cartoon/Droners