Fun anecdote: Before I read Detective Conan, I was reading pretty much every manga I could in local libraries, and I'd always go through the advertised manga in the last few pages to see if they listed any I hadn't read. So I knew about Case Closed for quite a while.... but I had one detail of the plot a bit... wrong. I somehow never noticed that it said 'high school' detective.
So. For a year or so before actually reading the manga, I thought that the main character who got turned into a child was older. Like. Stereotypical hardboliled PI kind of older. (I don't really know how, since even if I skimmed the text, it had a picture of Shinichi next to Conan, and I should have known most shonen likes teen characters.) But I did understand the 'turned into a child by some mysterious organization' and 'ends up going to elementary school and staying with a teen girl' and knew it was classed as a comedy just as much as mystery, so. I thought the comedy was a grown man being treated as a child when he's the most capable person around. ...Which, I mean, that does happen, but I was thinking grumpy old man energy not teenager with a bit of an ego.
Like, imagine if the plot had been that Kogoro was a lot more competent and was the one who found trouble and ends up staying with his daughter instead of at his office. Or something akin to that. I guess George (from the short stories) has a similar vibe, but George is still an older man, just tiny. And also has the pervy moments that I'd rather not see between a 40 yo man and someone half his age.... so considering what I've seen from Gosho now, of course actual adult turned child would have been questionable. But before then, I guess I was envisioning a mostly comedic manga about the 'now having to be a child' and just incidental detective cases instead of mostly serial detective cases with incidental comedic moments.
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I know I haven't posted regularly on this blog in years but I'm not seeing a whole lot of posts on this site about what's happening in Minneapolis right now. And the posts I am seeing are not covering the scope of it. I'm genuinely surprised because tumblr is usually where I find out about things organically through my feed. So I'm making a post about it.
A brief summary of events, from someone who pays attention and also lives here, best taken with a grain of salt and some fact checking:
2020: George Floyd is murdered by Minneapolis police. There are weeks of protests about it. It makes national news. Protests happen in DC. The infamous Trump and his bible photo shoot happens.
2024: Gov. Tim Walz is Kamala Harris' running mate in the presidential election. He starts the "they're just weird" thing. Is folksy, Trump personally hates him.
November 2025: ICE starts showing up to "crack down" on "illegal immigrants" in our Somali community. I may remember the numbers wrong, but something like 90% of our Somali neighbors are either naturalized or were born here. People distribute ICE whistles and are on high alert. Localized to the twin cities.
December 2025: Nick Shirley is paid by a bunch of MN Republicans to do an exposé on daycare fraud. I didn't hear much about this. All I really know is this was an ongoing investigation that MN officials were already taking care of and some of the guilty parties have already gone to court from a COVID era food assistance program. Mostly, if not all, legal US citizens. He did a really bad job at doing journalism and just showed up to day cares with a camera crew and went "YUP nobody's here" as if they weren't in lock-down procedure because some fuck ass white men showed up with camera equipment that could easily be mistaken for guns. I believe. I will fact check all of this and will correct myself in a reblog if necessary. (source but not all the details that I remember hearing about but they said there was no recorded evidence of fraud)
Conservative internet explodes. Kristi Noem sends a mess of agents. I know it's more than a thousand more. They call it Operation Metro Surge. They are going everywhere. There are protests. People try to interrupt the arrests. It's a lot.
1/7/2026: Renee Nicole Good is shot by an ICE agent in the middle of a protest. A few blocks away from where George Floyd was killed. Broad daylight. In front of a crowd. While she was following instructions to turn her vehicle around. Jonathan Ross, the piece of shit Nazi who did it, was recording on his phone the whole time, switched his phone to his non dominant hand so he could more effectively shoot her in the face from 2 feet away. Claims self defense, several angles immediately disprove him. He releases his video, he calls her a "fucking bitch" as her corpse drives away. Does not help him at all. (source) He has not been seen since. Some photos/reports exist of a bunch of agents showing up to his house and taking some tubs and art away. His wife is an immigrant. (source but it's the daily mail so grain of salt.)
Not hours later they go raid a school and tear gas a bunch of kids. (source). Minneapolis has switched to distance learning. I'm not sure about St. Paul.
The last week: There are up to 3,000 ICE agents here. Keep in mind Minneapolis and St. Paul only have 600 or fewer police officers each. So these dudes are roaming in packs. It's 2-4 dudes to a car and 2-5 cars per pack. People are "commuting with" ICE agents to honk and alert people that they're there. People are going on patrols with their neighbors.
ICE is no longer asking "are you a citizen." They are simply walking up to you and taking you into custody. They are going door to door. They have started just breaking the door down if you don't comply. They are driving recklessly to just grab pedestrians and drivers alike (source). People are afraid to go get groceries. It's all over the state. I am learning names of cities in places I thought were just factory farm land and I've lived here my whole life because they're doing raids there. I had to text my family in the suburbs because I saw reports of my small little hometown an hour away getting door knocks today.
It's insane and I am not doing it justice. There are thousands of masked federal agents roaming around all of Minnesota with no warrant or specific goal. They are just trolling around looking for people. They are detaining anyone and everyone. They are beating people. They are pepper spraying people. They are kidnapping people. They are acting unconstitutionally, aggressively, and unpredictably. They are creating situations that are dangerous so that they can try to justify beating or shooting their way out. I will run an errand and then get fed a tiktok that was shot from the Cub Foods that I just left and there's 20+ ICE vehicles parked there now. They're taking people from work, from day care, from schools, from shopping centers.
Iceout.org tracks ice sightings. This is a screen shot with the date set to 12/1/2025.
And from today.
They have cut off SNAP and WIC benefits. Just for us. Not any other state, just Minnesota. They're saying it's because of fraud but I think it's because they hate that we use federal funds to give free breakfast and lunch to every public school student.
And this is breaking just now, 1/13/2026: the DOJ is trying to investigate Renee Good's widow. 4 people have resigned about it. (source). I don't even want to read the article to see what they're saying.
So that's a brief history.
Unicorn Riot is doing a lot of good reporting and they don't seem to have the spin that a lot of local news stations will have where they downplay everything. This article specifically goes into a lot of the specific instances of brutality.
It's also a rumor on TikTok that all of the videos of ICE and protests and the such and the like are being geo locked. So my feed is all footage of people being detained and talking about the "commuting" they're doing and what they're seeing but people outside of the state are not seeing it. So if you're also on that infernal app, try searching for Minneapolis or Minnesota and see what you see. I'm kind of curious if this is true. Because I've been living and breathing ICE and doomsday prepping content for a week. I'm sure those two topics aren't connected.
I don't really know what my goal with this post is. I'm tired. I'm in the first ring of suburbs, so it's been pretty quiet. But I have friends in south Minneapolis. And I'm worried for them. And I know it's a matter of time before my quiet pocket is affected. Because they're coming door to door.
Pay attention to Minnesota, I think an example is being made of us.
one thing about me as a batman fan is that im not 100% convinced his penis works very good. im completely fine with fanfic where hes horny as hell and fucks like a machine and all that but in my heart of hearts im like. this man has erectile dysfunction.
like first of all theres the psychological aspect, in the sense that that man is stressed the hell out and traumatized and paranoid and juggling like 600% more in his head than the average person, which im told doesnt usually contribute to great boners. so there's that part. getting the man to put down his schedules and business concerns and the three different cases hes working on in the back of his head and the updates he wants to make to the batmobile and all that shit. that guy is Distracted during sex. he loses his boner at least once a session because he starts thinking about killer croc or something and yeah hes freaky but not really in that direction, sorry. this is a thing that happens to him and is a known phenomenon to his partners.
and then second of all physiologically im not convinced that he hasnt mangled his penis to some degree in the course of all the training and crimefighting and whatnot. like even taking extra pains to protect it as im sure he would, all of the times that man has been exploded and thrown through walls and glass and all of the jumping off of buildings and swinging around he does?? i simply dont believe his penis has emerged entirely unscathed. you absolutely cant tell me that in the early days he didnt at least twice take a running leap off of something, misjudge his landing, and absolutely destroy his balls when he slipped and took a wrought iron fence full force between the legs. this must have happened. i know it to be true that this man has scars on his dick that he didn't ask someone to put there on purpose and i do kinda think it could eventually affect his sexual function, even aside from the impact of all of his other various and perpetual injuries causing him pain.
so what im saying is that my headcanon is that batman's dick game is weak as hell at least 50% of the time. what that dick do? today, absolutely nothing. tomorrow, who knows. which tbh i find kinda hot in a roundabout way actually, so. love that for him. sorry about your penis, batman.
Time for more request fulfillments! This time I combined two different requests that had similar ideas of OP men comforting the reader after they've had a rough day. This is for @redtailears who asked for Katakuri and a lovely anon who asked for Crocodile, Mihawk, Law, and Smoker! ♡
"...Katakuri praising or comforting reader after a long stressful week of work..." + "...Crocodile, Mihawk, Law and if possible maybe Smoker and what they do to make reader feel home. Like, when our day has gone to hell (Work or just a general terrible day, up to you) these men find ways to make us forget the stress cuz we're home with them, y'know?"
✦♡✦ You Feel Like Home ✦♡✦
♡ Katakuri, Crocodile, Mihawk, Law, Smoker x Fem!Reader ♡
♡ Tags: Fluff, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Reader Is Regular Human Height For Katakuri's, Small Threat Of Violence Towards Others In Crocodile's (Crocodile Being Crocodile), Drinking In Crocodile's & In Mihawk's
♡ Words: 3.2k Total, 600~ Each
♡ Katakuri ♡
It was late in the day when Katakuri found you in your office - fully slumped over your desk, head down, and surrounded by strewn about pieces of paper. As gingerly as the big man could, Katakuri approached you and knelt next to your chair, softly whispering your name. A small, disgruntled noise emitted from your throat before you spoke up.
"If I have to look at one more line of text, my head is going to explode," you mumbled against the surface of your desk, leaving your face planted against the woodgrain. Katakuri's face softened behind his scarf at your languished display as he placed a large hand onto your back, rubbing along your spine in soothing motions. Your body practically melted under his comforting touch, the tension in your shoulders and back immediately loosening.
"How about we get you out of here? Away from all of this." His deep voice rumbled next you as he continued his one-handed massage. "I prepared some dough earlier and was going to make donuts, do you want to join me?"
That got you to finally turn your head to look at Katakuri over your arm, interest now beyond piqued. Retiring for the evening did sound nice - having your sweet husband in the kitchen with you, making his near-heavenly donuts sounded even nicer. You sat upright in your chair and nodded your head, making Katakuri's eyes crinkle upwards.
Leaving your office, and thus the center of your stress behind, you followed Katakuri to the kitchen where he gently picked you up so you could sit on the counter to watch him work. It was one of your favorite activities to do with him and a fair amount of days you actually joined in as his assistant - as much as you could at your size, anyway.
As he got to making up a batch of donuts from his prepared dough, Katakuri started to hum, deep and low in his chest. It was a song you knew by heart at this point, the one your husband always sang while he happily treated himself to his favorite snack. Resting back on your hands, you joined in with your own soft humming while you lightly swayed your head and shoulders side to side.
Katakuri looked over at you, his eyes warm and loving while the two of you hummed his little song together. You couldn't help the bashful grin that broke out across your face under his adoring gaze. The smell of freshly made donuts permeated the air and you felt your stress from the day already quickly dissipating.
Soon enough, a plate full of massive, sugar coated donuts was ready and Katakuri placed it beside you on the counter.
"You get first pick, love," he said, gentle as ever. You looked over the delicious pile of pastries next to you but ultimately settled for the first one, right on top.
You took a hearty piece of it, leaving the rest of the gigantic donut for your husband to have. Katakuri tugged down his scarf and finished his portion in two bites while you enjoyed your piece, savoring the exquisite, sweet flavor.
"Delicious as always, Kata," you complimented him and the big man flushed lightly at your words. Leaning down so he was face level with you, Katakuri gave you a tender kiss while you were in between bites and you smiled against his lips.
Between his sugary kiss and the delectable treat in your hands, your workload had been shoved to the far corners of your mind, left to deal with for another time.
♡ Crocodile ♡
With a small sigh, you closed your eyes and began to idly rub at your forehead, attempting to combat the oncoming headache you could feel creeping its way through your skull. You had all but collapsed onto the cushy, leather couch in your living room when you came home, exhaustion from the day leaving you feeling like a husk of a human.
As you were taking in another deep breath, you heard the familiar click of dress shoes as your husband entered the room.
"Something wrong?" You heard his deep voice from across the way and slowly opened your eyes to see Crocodile looking at you from over at the bar cart. With your elbow resting on the armrest of the couch, you pressed your forehead further against your fingertips and tried to wave him off. Not having it, Crocodile poured some amber liquid into a glass before speaking up once more. "Somebody bothering you? Do I need to have them taken care of?"
"You do know that murder isn't always the answer?" You dropped your hand from your forehead and gave him an exasperated look, one that matched your tone. Crocodile, drink now in hand, sauntered over to you, arrogance radiating off of him. Stopping in front of you, he handed you the drink as you tipped your head back to look up at him.
"Hm, seems to regularly work out for me, sweetheart." The way he smirked at you had you fighting the smile that was tugging at the corner of your lips. It was nearly impossible for you to deny his lethal charm and he absolutely knew it.
Placing his hook on the back of the couch by your head, Crocodile leaned down to hold your chin between his finger and thumb, causing your head to tilt back further. Those piercing eyes of his made your breath hitch, like always.
"So?" His voice was husky and low as his thumb rubbed along your lower lip. "Give me a name."
Your grip on the glass in your hand tightened as you stared at him for another beat, a small shiver running down your spine. Lolling your head to the side as much as you could in his grasp, you released another soft sigh, knowing he was genuinely waiting for an answer.
"There's no name to give. No one has been bothering me, Croc." You told him, holding his gaze to show him you were serious. His eyes flicked over your face before he shrugged his shoulders, conceding, but you could've sworn you heard him murmur shame.
Your eyes then flitted downwards, "It's just been a really long day." You let your exhaustion come through in your voice and Crocodile moved his hand so his knuckles now brushed along your cheek. A rumble came from his chest, like a noise of affirmation before he sat down on the other end of the couch.
"You want to talk about it?" He asked you, almost nonchalantly, as he pulled a cigar out from his vest. His question had caught you slightly off guard, but you decided to take him up on it. With a small, half shrug, you began to tell Crocodile about your day.
As you spoke, the two of you moved in sync with one another.
You used your unoccupied hand to light his cigar for him and as you sat back, Crocodile grabbed your legs so your body shifted horizontally on the couch and your feet were now across his lap. You swirled the drink in your hand and he puffed on his cigar, listening to you talk about the difficulties you had faced today. Here and there, he'd weigh in and you'd sip at your drink, feeling his hand languidly caress your leg as he did so.
It was a quiet, simple evening between the two of you, but as you settled further against the couch cushions, feeling yourself be lulled into a sleepy, relaxed state by his deep, rich voice and lazy touch, you found it to be exactly what you had needed.
♡ Mihawk ♡
You quietly closed the tall, looming front door of Kuraigana castle and nearly jumped out of your skin when you looked up to find Mihawk right in front of you in the entryway.
"What is the matter?" His head tilted as his keen eyes examined you from head to toe. With one hand on your chest, you let out a long breath as you tried to will your heart to calm down from the minor jumpscare he had just given you.
"Wh-What makes you ask that?"
"Simply from the way you closed the door, something is very clearly upsetting you."
"The way I closed…" You trailed off, looking over your shoulder at the door behind you before back at your lover. He truly didn't miss a single thing, even the slightest change in your body language, apparently.
From the way he still stared at you so intently, those golden, alluring eyes boring into you, it was evident he wasn't going to let up. And he wasn't exactly wrong, anyway.
You sighed and shifted your weight to one foot, looking away from Mihawk.
"Okay, yes, I'm feeling a little down today." At your words, Mihawk stepped closer and his head tilted further, silently asking you to go on. Fidgeting with your hands, you glanced at him before you looked away again, "There's not much to say. It's just been one of those days where nothing is going right and I tried to go for a walk to clear my head but it didn't do much."
Mihawk nodded in understanding before he took one of your hands into his and brought your knuckles to his lips, giving your hand a soft kiss. "How about I try to turn it around and make this day start going right for you?"
"You're welcome to try," you told him, giving him a wan smile. Mihawk gave you another kiss, gazing right into your eyes and causing your heart to skip a beat.
"Come, let me pour you a drink while I begin dinner."
With your hand still in his, Mihawk lead you to the kitchen and, with effortless ease, picked out the perfect wine for the evening. You leaned back against the kitchen counter with your glass, taking a sip here and there, while he got to assembling what he needed for tonight's dish. In between steps, he'd glance over at you, like he was checking on you and it made your heart flutter once more.
Letting the meal lightly simmer on it's own for the moment, Mihawk stepped away from his cooking to stand in front of you. Placing one hand on your lower back and threading the other through your hair, he pulled your bodies close together.
"I am always here for you. Let me help you relax, my darling." Mihawk whispered against your lips. Your eyes slowly began to close as you anticipated his kiss but then, from above, there was a loud crash and the combined yelling of the two young adults that were also currently taking up residence here. The two of you looked up at the ceiling before you let out a small huff of a laugh, shaking your head.
"See?"
Mihawk pulled back from you, eyes still trained on the ceiling before he turned to make his way for the grand hall, where the staircase leading upstairs would be. "Keep an eye on dinner, please, darling. I will be right back." His tone was still the same as it ever was - cool, even, and almost apathetic, but you caught the slight edge that hid underneath.
Over head, you then heard Mihawk's slow, prowling footsteps and the clamoring of Zoro and Perona's futile attempt to get away.
You rested back against the kitchen counter once more and hid your small smile behind the rim of your wine glass.
♡ Law ♡
The day had finally come to a close and without even thinking about it, your feet had brought you to Law's door - a common occurrence as of late. When was the last time you had actually slept in your own bunk? You didn't even intend to do much this evening, if anything at all, but still, you had naturally found your way to him.
Entering his private cabin, an unsurprising sight met you as you laid your eyes on Law at his desk, hunched over a pile of books. You gently closed the door behind you and passed by him to rummage through the small stack of spare clothes you now kept in his closet. It had been Law's idea, something he had suggested offhandedly one night, and you still remembered the way his face flushed fiercely as you hardly contained the grin you had given him.
Grabbing your favorite cozy lounge clothes, you quickly changed before you perched yourself on the edge of his desk. Law looked up from his book, cheek resting against his fist, and his eyes flicked over you - a quick once over to find anything immediately amiss.
"Feeling okay?" His question was simple, the same one he always started with. Shrugging your shoulders, you chewed your lip for a moment.
"Long day. Kinda drained." Law nodded at your brief reply and you lolled your head back, lightly sighing through your nose. "So, I don't know about you, but I'm going to go stare at the ceiling for a little bit."
He raised his eyebrows at your wry statement before he looked over his hoard of books across his desk. "You know, I think I could go for that too." His equally dry response made a small laugh slip past your lips and Law gave you a half smile, his eyes alight with adoration for you.
Standing from his desk, Law made his way onto his bed and propped himself up against the pillows. "Come on," he lifted his arm outwards in your direction, inviting you to join him at his side. You bit your lip as your heart raced, trying and failing to fight against the growing smile on your face - especially seeing the tips of his ears now pink. This sort of thing was out of his wheelhouse but seeing him try for you, and after a day like today, made your heart soar.
You joined him on the bed, curling up along his side and resting your head on his chest. Draping his arm around you, Law held you close and already you felt a little lighter.
The soft, droning hums of the Polar Tang filled the silence as the two of you laid there, staring off into the distance. You almost broke the serenity of it by laughing - surprised by how it was actually working to help you feel better about your tiring day.
While your mind usually went a mile a minute, being here with Law slowed everything down and you found yourself thinking about nothing for once. Not when he had you pressed against him like this and all your senses could focus on was him.
Tilting your head up towards him, you saw Law already gazing at you and now it was your turn to blush.
"What?" At your question, he glanced away and rubbed his hand along your arm.
"I'm glad you come here, to my room," he said quietly, before he looked back down at you. "I like just being with you, even if we don't actually do anything."
You put your head back down on his chest and traced along the parts of his tattoo that peeked out from his shirt. Maybe that's why your feet kept bringing you here, day after day.
"I feel the same."
♡ Smoker ♡
When Smoker arrived home that evening, all of the lights were off and absolute silence radiated throughout your shared quarters. If it weren't for your work shoes that looked to be haphazardly kicked off near the door, he would've thought you were still out. Smoker called your name while he removed his own boots but he received no reply.
As he continued to take off his gear to get more comfortable, you still didn't make your presence known and his brow furrowed. He entered your shared home further as he contemplated where you could be, the living space only illuminated by the soft rays of the setting sun slipping through half closed blinds.
The first location Smoker intended to check was the bedroom but on his way, his exploration was cut short as he quickly discovered you - on your side, back to him, and curled up as tightly as you could be on the couch. At first, he was going to leave you be, figuring you were asleep, but then you slowly turned to look at him over your shoulder and he caught the sad, distant look in your eyes.
Smoker was at your side in an instant.
"Hey… I'm sorry," your voice was barely a whisper as you rolled onto your back.
Smoker crouched down beside you and caressed the top of your head, "No need for sorry, pretty girl." His pet name made a minute, shy smile appear on your face. "What's going on?"
You took in a deep, rattled breath, your brow creasing and smile disappearing as quickly as it had appeared.
"It's just been a really shitty day," your voice broke at the end of your sentence and you pressed your hands against your face.
"Come here," Smoker took you into his arms, pressing you close to his chest. Seeing you come undone like this made him frown deeply and in his mind, he rapidly tried to flip through some options to try to make you feel better.
Cook you a meal? He could certainly try, but somehow he figured it'd end with half - if not all - of it being inedible.
Or maybe you'd enjoy something like a bubble bath? Then he thought about trying to get the water to soap ratio right and the tub over spilling with bubbles crossed his mind.
Smoker was internally grumbling to himself on what to do when you curled up further into his arms.
"I just want this day to be over," you somberly mumbled against your hands and that made it click for him.
"Okay."
Tucking you in tighter to his chest, Smoker smoothly stood up and held you bridal style. He turned to leave the room while you let out a squeak, removing your hands from your face and looking up at him.
"Where are we going?"
"To bed. The day's over." Your mouth slightly fell open at how seriously he said it, helpless in his arms as he made his way to the bedroom. Once there, Smoker carefully put you down to help you change out of your work attire and into a cozier outfit. After switching clothes himself, he drew back the comforter and the two of climbed into the large bed together.
You made to just lie on your back but Smoker was quick to grab you, pulling you close yet again so now you were both on your sides, your face to his chest. His strong arms curled around you, creating almost like a protective barrier around you, and he could feel the way your body went weightless against his.
"I got you," he murmured into your hair, lips pressed against the top of your head. The way you burrowed your face further into his chest made his arms constrict around you even more. "Is there anything I can do?"
You shook your head and mumbled softly against his pecs, "This is perfect."
Smoker contentedly sighed through his nose, taking his own comfort in knowing he was helping you relax even the slightest bit - promptly ignoring the light flush dusting his cheeks.
He doesn't mind it so much. It’s not the kind of mad that makes his chest tighten or the kind that makes Dean roll his eyes at him for being ‘whipped’ while he follows you around with his tail between his legs.
But, still. He had promised you this time, so he’ll do his best.
You’re curled up in bed, face smushed into the scratchy motel pillow. You’re on your side, facing him, one hand draped over his chest and your knee propped up over his leg.
He likes the way you look when you’re truly awake - the little frown when you’re trying to work things out, the side-glance you throw Dean when he says something gross - but he likes how you look like this too. Soft and unworried. He could look at you like this forever.
He gives you a gentle nudge with a hand on your hip. “Morning,” he says through a smile.
You hum sleepily and shift a bit closer to him but don’t open your eyes. He can’t help the quiet laugh that runs through him. In his peripherals, he sees Dean leave the room. He scoffs before he goes, but Sam can hear a sort of reluctant amusement laced through it.
“C’mon,” he laughs, hand on your hip giving you a little shake. “Time to get up.”
You moan something unintelligible and begin to nestle in to his side, warmth bleeding from your body onto his. Your leg moves further onto his lap as you lie with your chest on his, face nudging into his neck, nuzzling in and breathing a deep, sleepy sigh. He dips his hand under the hem of your t-shirt, skirting his fingers over the warm, soft skin of your thigh before tightening once again over your hip.
He loves you. So much that it sometimes hurts his chest to think about it. So much that it terrifies him. He can’t think of anything worse than a future where he is not inflicted with the constant struggle of waking you up in the mornings.
He kisses your head, smells your shampoo and tries one more time.
“You’re gonna be so mad at me for not waking you up” he says into your hair. “C’mon, make this easy for me. Please?”
You let out a deep breath into his neck. “Sam, it’s okay,” you say, and even this long after knowing you and loving you, his stomach explodes with the sound of his name on your lips. Your voice is thick with sleep. You’re not quite awake, just speaking nonsense. “It’s okay. Let’s just stay here. It’s okay.”
His chest rumbles with a laugh that makes your body move. You frown and nestle in closer to him, as if that will remove the interference to your dreams.
He decides this is too much for one man to bear. He’s strong enough to fight demons and vampires but he’s not strong enough for this. His arms tighten around you, holding you tighter to his chest, and he lets you melt into him.
It’s okay, you told him. Let’s just stay here, you said, and he thinks he might agree.
He will let you be mad at him later. He will let you pout and remind him that he promised to wake you up early. He knows how to fix it anyway.
He looks down at your face, sleepy and soft, and decides that it's not a bad trade-off.
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50 notes: I will try my new clothes (I really have to do this) ✅️
100 notes: I will keep reading a book that I have to read for school.✅️
150 notes: I will clean my bedroom ✅️
200 notes: I will do some holiday homework ✅️
300 notes: I will make a new sticker/userbox for my ko-fi ✅️ (I made a userbox for QTTC, I hope that counts)
400 notes: I will do my summer homework every single day (except maybe on sunday) - FINE I'M DOING MY HOMEWORK EVERYDAY
500 notes: I will buy the train ticket to go on holiday with my bf and prepare the stuff I need. (It's just a one day trip, but I'll have to decide the day and time). I will do it as soon as I can, I swear.
600 notes: I will decorate my bag and backpack. (Will take some time). - bag done, no backpack yet
700 notes: I will tell my bf how much I actually care about him. (Hope he doesn't see this since he has tumblr) - will do it next time I see him
800 notes: I will start (again) doing skincare every single day. - FINEE, I'm doing it today
900 notes: I will take more care of myself during this summer. - uff
1000 notes: I will post a picture of me (no face, tho) - done
1500 notes: I will ask my bf to dance with me next time I see him (we'll never reach this, haha) - I didn't have the time or the opportunity to do ir, maybe next time
2000 notes: I will start a new blog (this one will always be the main one, tho) - I actually have already started a new blog but I'll keep it anonymous for now
PICK A CARD: What song describes your 2026 and why
Hello and welcome to this new reading of mine! I will give you a song with some quotes and an explanation on how this song will reflect your next year. I hope you enjoy!
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Pile 1
This is the life, by Amy McDonald
And the songs, they get louder, each one better than before.
But nobody's in and nobody's home 'til four.
And you wake up in the morning and your head feels twice the size.
While the shy, tormented youth sit way over there.
So you're heading down the road in your taxi for four.
And you're singing the songs, thinking, "This is the life."
Oh, the wind whistles down the cold, dark street tonight.
Talking about Robert Riger and his motley crew.
And the boys chase the girls with the curls in their hair.
Where you gonna go? Where you gonna go? Where you gonna sleep tonight?
Your 2026 is loud, messy, restless, and absolutely honest. It feels like a year where life doesn’t slow down for you, even if part of you desperately wants it to. There’s movement everywhere; nights blur into mornings, music gets louder, conversations get sloppier, and emotions sit just under the surface waiting to spill as it cannot get out itself for some reason. 'This is the life' by Amy McDonald is the song reflects that perfectly for yoy. It captures that feeling of being surrounded by noise, people, laughter, chaos, and yet still feeling like no one is really home; including you. In 2026 you are chasing something, even if you can’t fully name it yet. You’re in taxis late at night, metaphorically or literally (going places without really knowing why).There’s this sense of going along with life rather than directing it. You’re singing along, telling yourself that this is the life while trying to convince yourself that this constant motion equals happiness. And sometimes it does feel good; the freedom, the stories, the feeling of being young or reckless or uncontained, it can feel nice. But there’s also a quiet exhaustion under it all. You will have days where you wake up with your head feeling twice the size, not just from lack of sleep but from everything you’re carrying mentally. Thoughts, regrets, hopes, questions about where you’re going and who you’re becoming.
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Pile 2
No time to die, by Billie Eilish
You were my life
Was I reckless to help?
That I'd fallen for a lie?
Fool me once, fool me twice
Are you death or paradise?
I let it burn
Faces from my past return
Another lesson yet to learn
No time to die
Now you'll never see me cry
Your 2026 is defined by endings, truth and emotional detachment that didn’t come easily. This song shows a year where you finally stop romantisising pain and start seeing things as they really are. It’s not a soft year, and it’s definitely not going to be an easy one, but it will be honest. In 2026, something or someone that once felt like your entire world loses that power over you. At one point, they were your life, your focus, your emotional center, maybe even your sense of purpose. And later, when you look back, you’re going to question it all. There’s a lot of reflection in this year: You will keep asking yourself if you were reckless to help, to stay, to give as much as you did. You will start seeing how much of yourself you poured into situations that were never meant to last. There’s anger but it’s the quiet kind, there is more disappointment than rage. You’re not exploding in the upcoming year, you’re withdrawing. You’re realising that you didn’t just fall in love with a person or a situation, you fell for a lie; for potential, promises, versions of people that never truly existed. 2026 brings a strong sense of pattern recognition. 'Fool me once, fool me twice'; You’re finally going to see cycles you kept repeating. The same dynamics, the same emotional traps, the same roles you stepped into over and over again. This is the year where you stop asking why it keeps happening and start accepting that you’re done playing that part. There’s a huge shift in how you protect yoursel: you’re no longer going to be naive, but you’re also not bitter. You’ll just be done.
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Pile 3
Summertime Sadness, by Lana Del Ray
I just wanted you to know
Dancin' in the dark, in the pale moonlight
High heels off, I'm feelin' alive
Cruisin' down the coast, goin' 'bout 99
I know if I go, I'll die happy tonight
Telephone wires above are sizzlin' like a snare
Like the stars miss the sun in the morning sky
Later's better than never
Summertime sadness
Even if you're gone, I'm gonna drive (drive), drive
Your 2026 will feel like movement mixed with longing. It will be a year that looks free on the outside but feels emotionally heavy underneath, and this song captures that very well for you. There will be a constant sense of motion, driving, cruising, going somewhere anywhere really, just to feel alive. In 2026, you won’t want to stay still. Stillness will feel dangerous even because it will give your thoughts too much space, and you so not like thinking too deeply. There will be a lot of night energy in your 2026, but keep inmind that that does not perse entail dancing in the dark in the moonlight with music too loud and your shoes kicked off. Anything with such energy that will make you feel alive in a way that will almost feel desperate is what will happen, no matter how. You won’t be pretending to be happy, but you will be choosing to feel something. 'High heels off' won’t just be about comfort, it will be about letting go of expectations. You will stop performing as much, you will want real experiences, real emotions, even if they hurt a bit. 'Cruising down the coast going way too fast' will be a strong theme for your year. You will push limits, not because you won’t care but because you will care too much.
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Could u write a fic where pedri makes reader squirt for the first time ?
This one is nastier than anything I’ve written in a while, be aware. Around 600 words. Hope you enjoy it!
“I want to stay here,” Pedri growls against your soaked skin.
“Pedri –” you try to tug him up by his hair, but he doesn’t budge. He’s been between your thighs for an hour, wringing two orgasms out of you already, but he looks nowhere near done. His eyes are glazed, pupils blown, his whole face wet with you. He inhales, breathing you, nose buried in your scent.
His grip is brutal, pinning your legs open like he’d die if you closed them. “No,” he mutters, voice hoarse. His mouth seals around you again, tongue dragging, lips sucking, and you cry out, half-pleasure, half-overstimulation.
It isn’t often you get time alone like this. Always family around, even on vacation. But here, in this rented villa, it’s just the two of you. And judging by the way he’s devouring you, there won’t be much tourism.
He spits, just to be filthy. You’re already drenched, slippery everywhere. Sweat dripping down your chest, your thighs shaking, the sheets ruined beneath you. It reeks of sex in the room, heavy and hot, and he’s insatiable. Every time you think he’ll slow down, he moans against your pussy like he’s addicted, grinding into the mattress, leaking for you while refusing to even touch himself.
“Fuck – Pedri, I can’t –” your voice cracks, body arching, desperate for air.
“Yes, you can, baby. Look at me.” He glances up, his lips shiny, his cheeks flushed. “You’re perfect. So fucking perfect. Let me have you. Let me see cum you again.”
You sob his name, and that’s when it breaks. Something inside you snaps loose. At the peak of your high, the pressure explodes, and suddenly you’re squirting. All this unknown tension was inside of you and it gushes out, unstoppable, your waters splashing his face, his chest, the ruined sheets. His fingers pump into you, working you through it, coaxing every drop until you’re trembling, mind blank, undone.
“Holy fuck – yes. That’s it. God, baby, you’re beautiful.” He pulls back just enough to watch, wide-eyed, awestruck, like he can’t believe what he’s seeing. “Look at you…”
Shame floods you, your hands trying to cover your face, but he won’t allow it. He catches your wrists, kisses them, shakes his head frantically. “No, no, don’t hide. Look at me. I’ve never been so proud. You hear me?”
You’re still trying to breathe when he hauls you onto his lap, finally sliding inside you. His cock is painfully hard, throbbing, and he sinks deep in one smooth push, both of you groaning at the overwhelming relief. He’s shaking, voice breaking.
“Fuck – finally. Been so hard for you this whole time. Couldn’t even touch myself. Just wanted to take care of you.” His hands are everywhere – your hips, your back, your ass, holding you down as he thrusts up into you. “You feel so good. We’re never leaving this bed. Give me another one, come on.”
You whimper, nails digging into his shoulders. “Pedri, I can’t again –”
“Yes, you can,” he growls, almost begging. His pace quickens, snapping his hips, hitting deep. “Please, baby. One more. For me.”
The desperation in his voice melts you. He sounds wrecked, desperate. And when he finds that rhythm, the one that ruins you, you don’t stand a chance. The orgasm tears through you, dragging a scream from your throat, your walls fluttering around him.
His own release follows, messy and loud. He moans against your shoulder, spilling inside you, holding you so tight you can barely breathe.
You collapse together, bodies sticky, trembling. His grin splits his face, eyes crinkling even as sweat drips down his temples. You kiss him everywhere – his lips, his nose, his eyelids – murmuring thank-yous between gasps.
He shakes his head, laughing softly. “No, baby. Thank you. For being with me. For letting me touch you like this.” He strokes your hair, your cheeks, your stomach, worshipping every inch. “And this is just the first day.” His smile turns wicked. “I meant what I said earlier. We’re not leaving this bed.”
