Is anyone following the Lindsey Clancy Trial as obsessively as I am?
And do y'all also think something stinks in the water? And did the thoughts also start in your gut as a feeling?
I rarely talk about things outside Omegaverse/my own life but my background in CRJ, Psych, and Soc and my friendships with nurses and paramedics has me glued to this case. Like my GC is on fire in a way it hasn't been since my paramedic friend charted a whole dissertations worth of notes for a criminal case years ago. I haven't spoken to some of these women in yearsssss.
I've been reading back my old writing on this blog and Im scared to start writing again because I'm so different now and I fear the way I write and what I can write is not going to hit the same.
You should totally rewatch all those series (half joking)
start with death noteđŒ
Lowkey Im actually really considering it because I need a project. I need inspiration. I need background noise so I can finish my writing and my crafts.
First of all, happiest womb eviction day to you, dear. Second of all, I donât understand why your family is mass at you for needing clarification on what to tell upper other family. They would be even angrier if they were lying to them and you turned around and told the truth simply because you didnât know
I wish I was never evicted. Being born was the worst.
My family is not a healthy one is the only answer I can think to give the rest of this message.
hey should I reignite all my obsessions at once by rewatching the entire mcu in order, natm, all the animes on my main blog, and stranger things and see if I combust or should I be a healthy person?
Summary: This is a collection of small slice of life snippets with Itachi, Kakashi, and Shino, as spun by the wheel of fate.
A/N: Happy birthday @omeganronpa!! A little something small decided with a randomiser, as requested, haha! I hope you have a great day and that you enjoy your (no toppings XD) pizza to the very fullest <333
ITACHI - When his baby is very... energetic.
The first rays of milky, morning sunlight filtered past the curtains, illuminating the chaos of your home in a way that artificial light could never manage. Toys, bottles, pillows, clothesâ all of it was strewn onto every surface of the living room, curtesy of the little tornado you had brought into this world.
âIsnât it lovely, Kouki?â Itachi said, wiggling a little orange toy for the infant in his arms. His voice was tired and hoarse, but your son was full of sunshine and giggles as he reached for the sparkling piece of plastic.
âIs he getting tired yet?â you asked, dragging your way across the house trying to clear a bit of floorspace.
âNo,â he sighed. You groaned. âI didnât know children this age were physically capable of staying awake for twenty hours straight.â Itachi bit his lip and sent you an anxious look from under impressive purple eyebags. âShould we take him to a mednin?â
âI donât knowâŠâ You flopped down onto the floor at the base of the sofa, leaning back against Itachiâs legs.
âMaybe tomorrow, we can ask someoneâ or, well, I suppose that would be today, technically,â he corrected, nodding at the sunlight. âFor now, though, you should get some sleep.â
âWhat? No!â you protested, spinning around and looking up at him. Kouki was still delighted by Itachiâs rhythmic shaking of the rattle. âWhy should I sleep?â
âWe should sleep in shifts,â he explained. âLike weâre on a mission.â
You considered his words and decided that while he did have a point, you couldnât agree with his exact plan.
âYouâre still post-partum, âtachi, if one of us is going to sleep, it should be you.â
âIâm fine.â
You narrowed your eyes at him. He pretended not to see the look. âUnless those purple bags are a fashion statement, youâre not fineâ youâre exhausted.â
âSo are you.â
You stared at each other, stuck at an impasse. Koukiâs giggling felt a little like you were being mocked.
And then, inspiration struck.
âThen⊠what about that playpen that Shisui got us?â You sat up straight, remembering the small circular pen that was currently folded somewhere in all the mess. âWe could put Kouki in there to play and heâll be totally safe if we want to lay down just outside the pen. We can rest and keep an eye on him at the same time!â
Itachi seemed hesitant. âItâs not a bad ideaâŠâ
âBut?â
âRemember the first time we tried to get him to stay seated in a highchair?â You did. You wouldnât ever be able to forget the vengeful screaming. âOr the crib incident? That time at the hospital? The oversized scarf?â You also remembered all of those, yes. âKouki isnât fond of his freedom being restricted.â
âThis is different though,â you said, trying to convince yourself as much as you were trying to convince him. âA play pen is much larger than a highchair or a scarf. I mean, itâs worth a try, right?â
Once youâd secured Itachiâs agreement, you dug the playpen out from under a pile of laundry and set it up on the rug, filling it with Koukiâs favourite bouncy balls, cuddly animals, and a bunch of building blocks.
âWow, Kouki, look at all these toys!â Itachi kept his voice light and playful as he brought Kouki over to the newly erected playpen. Kouki lit up at seeing all his favourites in one place and started to reach for them. Gently, Itachi put him down in the pen. âThereâŠâ
You both watched with bated breath as he crawled towards the balls, giggling as he bounced them a few times. You had just enough time to hope when Kouki started gathering the balls and then looking around like he was trying to get back to Itachi.
You could see the exact moment that he realised he was surrounded by a wall. There was one beat. Then a second. And then rage filled his tiny body. Â
âOh no.â
The screeching started.
Kouki threw himself at the flimsy wall, abandoning the balls and trying in vain to grab fistfuls of the slippery material, each failure only making his screams louder.
âNo! No, no, no, no!â Kouki screeched his favourite word as Itachi hurried over to free him from his tiny baby prison.
âAlright, alright, Kouki, itâs alright.â Itachi lifted the ball of writhing violence into his arms and turned his back on the playpen.
The instant he was freed and back into the loose cradle of his omaâs arms, Kouki quieted. Then, he grabbed a fistful of Itachiâs hair and started playing with it, giggling happily like nothing had happened at all. Itachi didnât try to remove the tiny fists yanking at his scalp. He looked as defeated as you felt. Â
âDo you think Sasuke wants to babysit?â
KAKASHI - When his pre-heat suddenly gains a new symptom.
It was difficult to give meaningful gifts to someone as flighty as Kakashi, but youâd known him for a long time, and your relationship was⊠close, even if it defied a lot of the usual category markers. With years of experience under your belt, you knew how to give him sappy gifts without facing an immediate rejection and/or panic attack and had managed several years ago to get Kakashi to take a copy of your apartment key under the excuse of âsafetyâ and âconvenienceâ and âdefinitely no sappy life partner nonsense, I swear!â.
He always used the window, but the point remained that he had a key.
Which was why it was so strange to find him not at your window, nor letting himself in, but instead standing outside and knocking.
âKakashi? Whatâs theâ Oh. Hey kids.â
He wasnât alone. Sasuke, Sakura, and Naruto were standing with him. Only Naruto looked as energetic as normal, while Sasuke and Sakura seemed afflicted with red cheeks and noses, and a general air of exhaustion.
âWeâre not kids! Weâre ninja!â Naruto exclaimed, pointing at your face. You slapped the finger away, but it didn't deter him. âWe just did a successful mission and everything!â
âWell,â you started, leaning on the doorframe, âdespite the ethical conundrum, and the varying understanding of both definitions used by the general populace, legally, thereâs no reason you canât be both a ninja and a child.â
Naruto blinked at you. âWhatâs a âcondrumâ?â
âNever mind,â you sighed. âHello, baby ninja.â
âThatâs even worse!â
You looked at Kakashi questioningly, but he just stared back, panicked and helpless like a terrified puppy. You raised an eyebrow.
âThe mission was that bad?â
âTheyâre sick,â he blurted out. âSasuke and Sakura got sick on the mission.â
âItâs just a cold,â Sasuke said, shoving Kakashiâs hand, which had been on his shoulder, off of him. "Don't make a big deal out of it."
âYeah, itâs okay, Kakashi sensei!â Sakura chirped, although her voice was hoarse in a way that made Kakashi wince. âWeâll be fine, donât worry.â
Kakashi did not wring his hands, because he wasnât the sort to do such a thing, but you got the impression that it was a close call.
Had he brought the pups here to⊠take care of them? That was sort of sweet.
âI see⊠well, colds are always aided with soup and tea and blankets, so why donât you all come in.â
They all shuffled in at your words, some more eager than others.
âNo one sits on the couch until they've had a shower!â
âŠ
When the showers were had, at least for the pups, you and Kakashi bundled them up on the sofa, even Naruto who insisted on being included despite being completely healthy. You went to make soup while Kakashi...
He had actually fussed over them.
He re-tucked them in more times than you could count, he tended to even the most minor of bruise or scratch, and he put so much honey in their tea that Sasuke refused to drink it and you had to make him another cup.
It wasn't that you didn't know he was a bit of a mother hen, but you honestly believed he kept that part of himself hidden for almost everyone. To see it so out in the open with his students was jarring.
And now, as the sun set and all the baby ninjas had passed out in a puppy pile, you were cleaning the kitchen. Kakashi fresh from his own shower, was standing in the doorway between the kitchen and the living room, watching his sleeping students like a hawk.
He was acting so strangely today! Had something happened while on their mission?
You approached Kakashi from behind, question forming on your lips, only for something you didn't expect to stop you in your tracks.
There was a deep, but quiet rumbling sound, and it was coming from Kakashi. It bubbled from his throat, reverberating through his chest and settling in his tummy. You could almost feel it, even though you weren't touching him at all.
Kakashi as purring.
And then, when you thought you couldn't be shocked any further today, the pleasant noise was joined by an even more pleasant smell, ever so gentle, wafting up freely only because of his recent shower and current lack of a mask. Fresh, like Kakashi's normal scent, a little static-y where his chakra blended in, but sweet, much sweeter than normal.
Kakashi was in pre-heat.
Fussing over loved ones was one of the symptoms, you knew that, but⊠you had never seen Kakashi quite like this. You slid up beside him.
âGuarding?â you asked. Kakashi tensed, and the purring stopped immediately. âThatâs good. Pups that feel safe, heal faster. Youâll get them back into training in no time.â
Having provided him with a less sappy excuse for what he was doing, Kakashi relaxed again.
âAre they⊠alright to stay here?â he asked, likely suddenly realising that he had neglected to do so earlier.
âItâs fine,â you agreed, âbut you arenât leaving me here to look after them alone. Once they start to feel better, it won't remain peaceful. You have to stay and deal with that."
âMaa, I suppose I have time.â
âAnd youâre doing all their laundry," you continued, "including all the clothes theyâve borrowed from me to sleep in.â
âSure.â
âAnd youâre paying for my food bill this week.â
âHmm⊠Iâll think about that one.â
SHINO - When his toddler is clingy.
âMelon, yoghurt, toilet paper, riceâŠâ Shino read off the list in his hand. âDo we need anything else?â
âI think thatâs it.â
Shino nodded and slipped the list into one of the many pockets of his coat.
âI wonât be long, Iâll justââ
âOma?â
Shihori toddled over, looking unsure, her colouring abandoned at the coffee table behind her.
âOmaâs just going to run to the shops, baby,â you explained, scooping her up in your arms. âHe needs to get you some more yoghurt for breakfast tomorrow. Heâs getting your favourite strawberry one, isnât that right, oma?â
Shino nodded, moving to the entry to put his shoes on.
âI will return shortly.â
The look on Shihoriâs face, framed by her head of wild, black hair, made it clear that she was not a fan of this plan. Â
âOma, stay,â was the only thing she said, holding out a hand towards him. Shino faltered; he wasnât good at denying your baby.
âOma is super fastâ heâll be back before you know it, I promise!â You tried to keep your voice chipper. Normally you all went together as a family, but she was still recovering from an illness and you werenât comfortable letting her leave the house just yet. The change in routine had clearly upset her more than youâd predicted. âCome on, why donât we go make a drawing for when oma gets back? We can get the glitter!â
But not even glitter was enough to lift her spirits. Shihoriâs bottom lip wobbled. You had been a parent long enough to sense the oncoming tears. You could see your mateâs resolve quickly crumbling.
âAlright, alright, omaâll stay,â you agreed, passing Shihori into Shinoâs arms. She immediately latched onto his clothes and buried her face into his chest. Shino cradled her firmly and pressed a kiss to her head.
âOkay. Stay. Love you, oma.â Shino melted at the adorable declaration. You didnât blame him; you were struggling to keep the cooing at bay yourself. Â
âIâll quickly head out and grab the stuff instead,â you said, going to slip on your shoes. âWill you be alright toââ
âAppa?â Shihori hit you with her wide-eyed gaze. âAppa, stay.â
Oh. Oh dear.
âAppa is going to the shops,â Shino explained. âWhy? Because our household cannot run without supplies and you asked me to stay.â
âNo,â she denied, shaking her head. âAppa stay. Why?â Her face scrunched up and big, fat tears leaked from her eyes. âWhy? Why? Appa, love you. Stay!â
There was a pain in your chest, and you immediately abandoned your shoes to go to her side, you wiped her tears as they fell, and she left one hand attached to Shino and while her other one quickly latched onto you.
âShh, itâs alright, darling, Iâll stay, I promise.â
The comfort of her parents worked wonders in getting her to calm down, but it didnât solve your shopping problem. To think such powerful shinobi were trapped here at the whims of the most adorable toddler in all the lands.
You sighed and wrapped your family in a group hug. Shihori squirmed happily. You had never known her to reject a cuddle like the other toddlers you knew.
âIâll make a clone to go shopping as soon as sheâs distracted,â you murmured in Shinoâs ear.
âGood idea,â he murmured back. âWe cannot go without toilet paper. Why? Iâm sure you can imagine.â
Why do I know for a fact that if Neji saw someone openly desiring his Alpha - who is openly giving Neji disgusting heart eyes -, he would get them alone, make a threatening gesture, lean into their personal space, and whisper something dramatic like "You should not covet things that are not yours" because he will be damned if someone else reaches for the person he molded his entire concept of love around?
The algorithm is working it's way back to my handpicked tastes and I got an idea based on the "Does he know my height trend?" that fused with my horny hindbrain.
Alpha is asked to put on a blindfold to see if they know where their Omega's lips are.
Alpha puts it on. Omega steps in front of them. Alpha reaches out, puts a hand on their throat with perfect precision, and yoinks them in for a kiss with a quickness.
I need my algorithms to get themselves together because why am I getting whiny stepmom content?
Like I'm single and childfree and would never date a person with kids cuz I don't want kids? Why am I getting stepmoms on my feed talking bad about biomoms and how hard it is to be a stepmom?
Get it together. Give me the content I hand curated for myself thank you.
