#and forgets where she put her groceries so she has to go shopping again in an emergency kind of way

[fluloa]

my headcanons for the sully family

JAKE:

- has an apron that says ‘kiss the chef’

- has thought about getting an ear piercing and would like to

- always itchy, like will be constantly scratching at a random part of his body during a casual conversation

- had a loner phase when he was in middle school

- doesn’t like fuzzy things, he hates the texture and the way it feels on his skin, gives him a bad type of goosebumps

- adhd. said what i said

- flexes his big dad muscles every chance he can get (good for him tbh)

- finds it so relaxing when neytiri plays with his hair

- is a big purrer, to the point where it’s embarassing and he HATES it but he can’t help it

- cries every single time he watches the start of finding nemo

- hates watching reality tv

NEYTIRI:

- loves watching reality tv

- bites off her toenails (sorry not sorry)

- really likes apple juice

- loves the song cover me in sunshine by pink, every time she plays it, lo’ak screams out in agony

- a sad beige baby mom

- makes weird faces when feeding babies and does the sound ‘nom nom nom’

- loves cats. jake got one for her for her birthday and he doesn’t think she’s ever seen her happier

- wine lover and proud (especially with these little shit of a kids)

- has a collection of perfumes and jewellery that she only touched like once or twice. poor girl just forgets about them bc of all the stress she’s holdin

- the type of mom to demand every kid’s room is clean when somebody is going to be over. lo’ak is always the one to say “they won’t even be coming into our room!”

- lo’ak gets a whooping for that

NETEYAM:

- asks jake for his old band t-shirts

- loves water parks and will say weeee when going down the slides

- lets tuk put makeup on his face. but that stopped after she used some cheap shop makeup on him and he got an allergic reaction from it

- sometimes he wears belt with his jeans and it is funny

- always forgets to knock before opening doors. once caught jake butt naked and has never been the same again

- his favourite color is purple but he says it’s blue so that people don’t make fun of him

- loves playing laser tag even though he sucks ass at it

- he’s a fan of marvel and he’s always first at the cinemas when a movie comes out

- likes to skateboard. surprisingly very good at it since he’s only used it like ten times since he got it for 12th birthday

- for some odd reason, he really likes helping neytiri out with grocery shopping? also a guilty pleasure to pick out some of his favorite snacks and being the perfect little son that he is, neytiri always says yes

- brushes his teeth DAY AND NIGHT without a skip

KIRI:

- definitely plays my singing monsters

- had a monster can collection phase (will not admit to it although)

- that being said, had an ‘indie kid’ phase and begged norm for a couple of unused cds so she could paint them

- listens to mitski and lana del ray and flexes it to people and attacks them if they say they don’t know who they are or they don’t like their music

- wants her septum pierced but by neytiri’s words, “i’d rather die.”

- does her own hair, hence why it’s so messily beautiful

- neytiri cuts her hair though, as much as she doesn’t like to admit it

- would really like a tattoo, but neytiri has said no obviously

- tried asking jake for the tattoo, but jake was terrified of neytiri’s expression so he said no

- then tried to do a stick and poke and it failed miserably (rejected from her skin a week later)

- weirdly insecure of her nose, sometimes she likes it, sometimes she doesn’t

- jumps on the trampoline with tuk until she’s passed out from exhaustion

- plant lover. like seriously has a dozen in her room and will panic if she hasn’t gotten the time to water them for a day

LO’AK:

- plays mortal kombat and has an addiction to it. will yell out fatality when putting neteyam in a headlock

- begs neytiri for waves (she always says no, thank god)

- has got led lights in his room that are stuck to the wall with shitty sticky tape. you can easily see it, too

- always facetiming tsiyera but half of the time she doesn’t answer

- the type to lick chip dust off of his fingers until the last speck is demolished

- SATURDAYS ARE FOR THE BOYS

- has a pet fish and secretly adores her, her name’s shelly and will go into deep detail if you ask about her

- favorite food is doritos and takis

- was a ‘all girls are the same’ type before he met tsiyera

- wears his worn ass jordans religiously

TUK:

- has a pink ipad

- makes her own fake youtube tutorials on said ipad. kiri sneakily watches them when she’s sleeping

- can do an impressive amount of tricks on the trampoline and each time she learns a new one she yells out, “DAD!!! DAD, DAD, DAD, COME WATCH THIS!!!! DAD!! DAD!! DAD!!!!”

- her heart broke when jake with a few drinks in his system decided to jump on the trampoline on a party night and ended up tearing a massive hole in the middle of it

- has a CRIPPLING obsession with slime and neytiri absolutely hates it. always searching up ‘how to make slime no borax no glue’ and always makes a mess of wherever she makes it

- SHE LOVES DISNEY and her favorite princess is moana

- begged neytiri to let her dye the ends of her hair purple. neytiri used one of those ten washes dyes in a box and didn’t bleach her hair before because “no way am i putting bleach in my daughter’s hair” when it didn’t work because tuk’s hair is literally pitch black, she cried

- she literally loves the low space buns hairstyle and will forever ask neytiri to do it for her. but will end up crying because of how hard neytiri pulls her hair (it’s not even that hard)

- has a huge collection of squishmallows (jake got her them all)

- doesn’t actually like chocolate but loves candy

- the type to bounce on neytiri and jake’s bed to wake them up

#jake sully #neytiri #neteyam #kiri #loak #tuk #avatar the way of water #james cameron avatar #jake sully imagines #neytiri imagines #neteyam imagines #Kiri imagines #loak imagines #tuk imagines #Kiri avatar #loak avatar #neteyam avatar #jake avatar #neytiri avatar #tuk avatar #headcanons #avatar headcanons #sully family headcanons #sully family

[wolfstarhaven]

FLATMATES (part 2)

Two years ago today I made my flatmates rec list, which is my favourite list ever. I never get tired of this trope. So, since it is once again my birthday, here are some lovely additions!

losing my mind, thinking about you, by drowsyanddazed (16k)

The black kohl along his water line is smudged, black flecks of it dusting his cheekbone. His hair is still flying everywhere, whipping across his face. He’s a mess. He’s the blurred edges of a photograph. He’s a heartbeat and stinging lungs. He’s the rattling behind Remus’ ribcage. And Sirius grins at him, tongue between teeth —illecebrous and tantalising and all things beautiful and dangerous— and all the air rushes out of Remus’ lungs in one fell swoop. He’s lightheaded and dizzy and burning.

An absolute gem, this one. In which the first wizarding war is on the rise, but the boys are flatmates and they go grocery shopping!! The jealousy and pining is perfect.

Heat the Winter Floods + A Little Sincerity Is a Dangerous Thing, by daphnaea (6k)

(Two parts)

It was funny, Sirius thought, the things you could fail to learn about your best mate despite sharing a dormitory for seven years.

A story of pining for you flatmate, in two parts. Set during the first war, it’s slightly angsty but oh so lovely and well-written.

Seeing Other People, by swings_and_roundabouts (21k)

Where Sirius is hopelessly in love with Remus Lupin who is always just a little out of reach. But their friends with benefits situation isn't sustainable, Remus is so close yet so far away and Sirius doesn't know if he can take it anymore.

Once again, they live together and are friends with benefits. Lots of pining, jealousy and idiocy follows, as well as a sort of “break-up”. This is quite angsty, very much a “requited unrequited love” kind of fic (which I LOVE).

Friends Don't, by shadow_prince (2k)

That didn’t stop him from glancing over the top of the paper to where he stood at the edge of the hallway. He was frozen in the way you froze just before you kicked off the ground on your broom. Right before a runner pushed off the block. Right before you dove off a cliff into the sea. Frozen with the promise of movement about to burst forth.

Sirius watched him, holding his breath.

“You’re lying.”

Short and sweet, less angst and more fluff!

the son and heir of nothing in particular, by @steelycunt (24k)

Remus is nineteen and tired, now. And he knows that if he and Sirius were ever going to become anything—if Sirius loved Remus the way Remus loves, and will probably always love, him—it already would’ve happened.

Another fic that proves that this trope is the absolute best. In which Remus is a stubborn prick (we love him) who refuses to move in with Sirius — but in the end he has no choice. There’s arguing, hurt feelings, and a stupid amount of pining. And, let’s now forget, the writing is out of this world lovely. Ridi’s characterisation of Remus is to die for. A must read!

Don't Make Me Beg For You (Because I'll Beg For You), by CuriousMay (14k)

“What?”

"You know, Rita Schaffer? She was that 4th year who had that incident with Bleatchley's Beauty Bleach in '75 just after our exams and Madam Pomfrey had to regrow all her hair-" Remus starts as he puts down the tomato but Sirius cuts him off with a sharp wave of his hand.

"No, not that, you idiot. The other bit. You said - you said you're in love with me?"

This fic was so much fun! In which Remus thinks that everyone, including Sirius, knows that he’s in love with him. Turns out: Sirius didn’t know. Some big realisations, pining and lots of sexual tension ensue.

Practical Oddities, by lurikko (48k)

Regulus needs a place to stay, Remus needs to get over Sirius. It’s August 1979 and things are getting out of hands.

In which Remus lives on Sirius’ sofa. That is, until Regulus shows up. Slow burn and beautiful pining in a First War setting. Lovely!

stars by the pocketful, by simplyylupin (16k)

But Sirius, Sirius is winter. He’s the cold mornings that startle you awake the instant you step outside. He’s the intricate snowflakes, the blunt shards of ice. He’s the holiday cheer, the twinkling lights and dainty decorations. He’s Aurora Borealis twisting around blinking stars. Remus always feels like he’s dying during winter. And if that isn’t the most ironic thing.

A wintery muggle au 5+1 fic full of not so subtle mutual pining. Very very cute!

Hic sunt dracones, by aryastark_valarmorghulis (5k)

Remus and Sirius try putting on makeup and end up trying a lot more: sex, kissing, and maybe even talking about feelings.

Well-written and spicy🌶️ Also very sweet! Poor Remus is pining like mad, and then he has to live through Sirius putting makeup on him? Torture☺️

I've sat upon the setting sun, by fiddleleafedfig (4k)

Sirius could see the swoop of long eyelashes that lined the brown eyes, still glued to the notebook in front of him. And as those sunrays danced, Sirius felt something heavy hit the pit of his stomach, simultaneously lodging itself in his throat.

A short story of falling in love over the years. They don’t live together in the beginning, but they do later on. Sweet fluff!

xx Elliot

#wolfstar #wolfstar rec #r/s #wolfstar fics #remus lupin #flatmates #living together #post hogwarts

[dre6ming]

Still got scars on my back from your knife.

“I stayed there” series-part V

Masterlist

〘Part I 〙〘Part II 〙〘Part III〙〘Part IV 〙〘 Part VI 〙

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Pairing: Austin Butler x fem reader

Warnings: anxiety, crying, consumption of medication, cursing, loss of parent, fluff, angst… hope it’s all

Plot: Austin has never really been good at waiting and is surprised to find out that (Y/n) herself has changed so they make a promise to try

Word count: 4250

Disclaimer: ok so little spoiler I decided to make the reader bisexual, so be kind to that, everyone deserves love. If you’re not comfortable with it you can just avoid those parts. :)) trust me it’s easier to look away than it is to spread negativity - love you <3

As I walk through the supermarket, in my quest to buy eggs and some other grocery I might find I need, my mind keeps slipping back to him. It's hard to push him away, to forget him. I know he must be waiting for me to text him, but in all 10 days that past since he came over, I couldn't find the right words to say. I keep looking back to who he used to be. He used to be so loving and considerate and I guess the other night I saw some of that, but I don't know if it was enough to make me let him back in my heart. Since the break up, I built a thick, tall wall around my heart, a wall that has his name written all over. I was an introvert before I met him. And him getting me to open up, just so he could them throw it in my face? Well it's safe to say it scared me away from ever connecting with someone like that.

I tried, I really did, but I couldn't. At one point there was one girl who scratched the surface of my walls, but she couldn't break it. Betty and I tried to make it work, she was sweet and patient, but there's only so much patience someone can have when the want to love all of you and all you give them is a piece. We broke up after 2 months, she was the first girl I've ever dated, I didn't even know I liked girls that way until we got drunk one night studying and I confessed to her I might have I crush. I was the one to end things this time, because I could see she wanted more and I wasn't ready to give it, at the time I didn't think I would ever be ready to love again. Me and Betty still talk, but for the past few months she's been away in Switzerland on a experience exchange. Which good thing I remembered that, she's supposed to be back from Switzerland and in LA, where she also got matched for her residency at a different Hospital. Looking at the date on my phone, my eyes widen, she's supposed to be back tomorrow. How could I let that slip? Oh I know, Austin.

When my thoughts drift back to him, I sigh defeated. Hopefully me and Betty can talk it over a glass of wine so I can make some order in my brain. Scratch that, it might be a bottle or two of wine that we need to talk all this over. Making my way to the liquor aisle I go ahead and put in the cart 3 bottles of Chardonnay and one of Merlot, 4 bottles just to be sure, you know? I finish the rest of my shopping, pay for everything and start walking home. Today is a good day in LA, not to warm, it's clear that autumn is nearing, which means so is my 26th birthday. I hate birthdays, dread them. Ugh hopefully everyone forgets this year, but I doubt I could get that lucky.

Home, everything I quiet so I occupy myself with little things to do around the place. Evening finds me curled up with Boots, reading, music softly playing in the back and hot cocoa in my hand. The ring of my phone forces me to put down the book and see who it is. I answer the FaceTime call from Betty, a smile spreading on my face as soon as I see a mess of red hair on the screen.

"Show me! Show me! Come on!" I giggle and point the camera to Boots sleeping on my lap. "Oh my god, that's the cutest thing I've ever seen. Hi there kitty!" She says waving at Boots like the cat would actually wave back. When I move the camera to my face she pouts disappointed. "Really? I thought we were friends!" I say placing a dramatic hand over my heart faking pain. She laughs at my dramatics "We are, but you are not cuter than that kitty, sorry girl." I throw my head back laughing.

"So are you're picking me up tomorrow right?" She asks and I nod, putting some hair behind my ear. "Yes. Oh and I asked around the apartment complex and the apartment right above will be out for sale in a week. Good price as well, you can stay with me till then." Betty smiles as she lets out an excited scream. "Ahh this is great, I can't wait to see you, I have to go now, I plan to sleep a few more hours until I have to clear the dorm and leave for the airport, love ya'!" I blow her a kiss and end the call. I'm so happy to be spending time with her again.

The next day I wake up with a horrible headache so i decide the best thing to do is sleep in and lay in my bed. Unfortunately I can't even sleep, the pictures behind my closed lids keep waking me up and the exhaustion of my body makes me fall back asleep, so it's a vicious circle of being in and out of consciousness. Eventually I have to get up to go pick Betty up from the airport. The city is kind to me and instead of being it's usual overcrowded self, it's half empty. That's good cause I get anxious driving, especially on crowded roads.

The airport, on the other hand, is an entirely different thing. It's full of people going in all directions. I look at my phone and see that by now the flight should have landed. I decide to call Betty. "Hi, I was just about to call you, I'm waiting for my bags, are you here?" I smile at her babbling. "Yes, I'm waiting outside, by the Starbucks." I hear some commotion in the background and the she speaks again. "Ok, be there in a minute" I end the call and look around, I live watching people, wondering what might be happening in their lives. Are they in a crisis just like me? Are the anxious about a new job? Like me? Are there any other people like me?

"(Y/n)" at the sound of my name I turn around seeing Betty running towards me, dragging behind two huge bags. I can't stop the laugh that escapes me. "Betty!" Her body collides with mine, almost causing us to fall. "I missed you!" She says with her face buried in my hair. "I missed you to." I grab one of her bags and we move to the car. The drive back is a lot more interesting than coming here by myself m. We catch up on everything that's been happening in our lives. "I swear to you, that Swiss guy almost made me want to try and have sex with a man, he was too sweet and way too hot for his own good." I shake my head. "Until I see him with my own eyes, I can't say if it would've been worth it." She pouts and crosses her arms in front of her chest. "Fine, than tell me more about your man, if you won't believe mine was so good." I roll my eyes at her snarky comment. "I'll tell you after wine, lots of it." She nods and for the rest of the ride we sing along to her playlist.

When I park in front of apartment complex, I have to vigorously rub my eyes to make sure the headache I had earlier didn't leave any side effects, like hallucinations. I say this since, leaning against his black car is none other than Austin. Fuck him and his good looks. "My god is that?" Betty says. I turn to her and when she sees my scared face, the wheels start turn in her head, trying to come up with a plan. "Do you want to make him, angry? Serve him some of his own medicine?" I swallow and nod, I'd do anything to give him a crumb of what I got. "Ok, we are going to get out of this car, you wave to him, and we fake being a couple, he waved those girls all over socials, now you get to wave me off." My cheeks heat up at the idea. "Ok, but will Emma be ok with it?" Tying her red hair up she waves me off. "She knows it's not like that with us anymore, plus I'll show you the ring I got for her, I'll ask her to marry me, next month when she come. Come on now, I'll tell you all about it later." She pushes me out of the car and I make efforts to look composed as I wave to Austin. Despite all my trying the smile that creeps on my face when he waves back, can not be stoped. Fucker.

Betty comes around, getting her bags out of the trunk. I go to grab one of the bags, but before I can, she hugs me and kisses me. It's strange and awkward and I know it feels the same for her, but she like to torture men, so she does it well. When we break the kiss, we take the bags and begin walking. "Hi!" Austin says, smiling whilst his eye throw daggers at Betty. "I'll wait for you upstairs, babe!" I give her the keys and struggle not to laugh at Austin's face.

"Babe?" He asks when he's sure Betty's far enough so she can't hear us. I nod my head, hoping he won't see through my lie. "Since when? And a girl? I thought?" I feel rage take over me, of course he thought I was waiting on him all this time, so that I am now his to take. "What did you think? Hm, Austin? That I was free for you to take? What did you think I would never have a relationship again?" He licks his lips nervously. "You said I was your first and only boyfriend!" My laugh comes out bitter. "Betty is a girl, so I didn't lie." He nods brushing his hair back, with his hand. "So you kissed me, I thought that meant you were, single"

I close my eyes. Fuck him and his brain, he's not stupid, but it hurts me that he's right. "Why are you here Austin, I thought you were waiting on me, for when I was ready." He blushes looking away from me. "I came to come see if you wanted to go on a hike, I found this trail, it's very nice, lots of trees, since you like the shade."

"That doesn't sound like you waiting for me Austin." He lets out a breath taking a step closer to me. His arms come to hug me, but don't, he keeps them in air, not touching me. Like a cage. "I am, I was, but I'm going crazy here, I keep staring at that goddamn phone, waiting for you to text me." I take a step back, and walk past him. "(Y/n), wait, I'm sorry"

I turn around to look at him, I hate that he looks like he means everything he says. But I don't hate that the blonde boy standing before me looks like the one I fell for so many summers ago. "I can't just give everything to you, Austin, I'll call when I'm ready, don't push me. My Austin wouldn't push me." He swallows, blinking back the tears that gloss his eyes. Those beautiful blue eye. "I don't know that there is any of 'your Austin' left in me and if there is I'm afraid you might have to get to know me as I am now, it's not fair that you hold it over my head that I've changed." I breathe trying to calm down, he's right. I'm being mean and immature, but it's hard, to look at the person you loved and barely recognize them. "I'm sorry, it's just that- maybe I should-" I struggle to find the right words, but he's patient. "I should try then, I'll call you tomorrow, today my friend is back from being away for long, I want to be with her." He nods and smiles a bit, but it's a shy smile. "Ok, ok, have fun!" Austin gives me a thumbs up and climbs into his car. Before driving away he smiles at me and I smile back.

Upstairs I find Betty snuggling on the couch with Boots. "Look! Look! She loves me already!" She squeals, making me laugh. "Yeah I can see that." I go over to the fridge and get out all of the ingredients for extra cheesy mack and cheese, our comfort food. Holding Boots in her arms, Betty joins me in the kitchen. "So what did lover boy want?" I shake my head, begging to grate the cheese. "Just that he wants to talk."

"Hm and will you talk to him?" She asks. I don't know why she's asking, she knows I will, I'm stubborn, but when it comes to him, I'm jello. "Well he has a point, he's been living with this character for years now, it's normal that he changed. I think I should try and see if I like who he is now, there's no point in holding hope that he'll be back to who he was." She seems too really filter through her mind what I just said. I put the water on the stove and keep grating the cheese. "Ok, what about his 21 year old model girlfriend." I sigh, I know he said it didn't mean anything, that he didn't love her, but still, it's bugs me. It also bugs me that it dawned on me that if we kept our relationship secret for longer then a year, he might've done the same with several other girls, the 3 official ones being outed by mistake.

"He said they broke up... he also said that he loves me" I whisper the last part so she doesn't hear or so I think. "What was that?" I turn around to put the pasta in the boiling water adding salt and setting the timer for 7 minutes. "Nothing.." she puts Boots down, coming around the counter to look me in the eyes. "Uh uh girly, talk, what did he say?"

"Didn't you say something about proposing to Emma? What was-" I try to change the subject, but she doesn't let, she cuts me short. "We're talking about you now!" She points a finger in my direction, like a mom arguing with her child. "He said he loved me, ok? You happy?" She gasps taking a few steps back. "Aw, my love, come here." We hug tightly and before I know it I'm crying again. "I don't know what to do!" I say trying to control my breathing. Betty moves a soothing hand up and down my back as I shake in her arms. "It's ok, go sit down, I'll finish the pasta, we open the wine, talk, eat, drink." I wipe my face with my hands and nod. "We get drunk!" She says and I laugh.

We end up spending the whole night doing exactly what we said we would. She shows me the beautiful ring she got for her girlfriend Emma and she tells me about her proposal, at a small dinner, just the two of them and then a trip to Bahli. It's 3 am when we finally get to sleep, so the next morning we sleep in, until 12 pm. We have a light brunch and she goes out to run some errands.

Getting over my pride and fear, I pick up the phone to call Austin. After a minute I hear his voice on the other end. "Hello?" I have to breathe to try and calm my already racing heart. "I want to meet up and talk." I hear some ruffling and him breathing. "Ok, yeah, when?"

"Now? Are you free?" I ask, making an effort to keep my voice steady. "Yeah, meet me on the beach, our place in ...... let's say in an hour?" I nod, but then I realize he can't see me. "Sure, I'll see you!" He chuckles saying goodbye and then the line goes silent. I get up from the couch, running to my closet to find something to wear. It takes me thirty minutes to finally decide on a denim romper with a white tee underneath. I take my keys and leave for the beach, I already know I'm late, so I try to move fast, but without putting myself in danger.

When I get to the beach, as soon as I get close to the meeting place I see a makeshift tent made out of bed sheets. I can't help the tears that start running down my face. Austin comes out of the tent to grab something and then he spots me. When he does his face grows concern. "What happened? Did I? I-"

"It's perfect!" I cut him off before he digs a hole for himself. "But you're crying?" He's now more confused than concerned. "Happy tears, Aus, happy tears!" I say and pat his arm. He nods and blinks a few times, like trying to wake up. "Shall we?" He motions to the tent and I follow him inside. "Oh wow" inside he's laid out about 20 different pillows and a couple of blankets. In a cooler he brought sparkling water, wine and Coca-Cola. He's also thought about food, 2 trays with appetizers and a mixture of fruits. "Too much?" He asks trying to hide the insecurity in his voice with a chuckle. "No" I look at him and see that he's watching me closely. I blush and look to the ground. "I thought that later on as it gets dark we could watch a movie, I brought a small projector". I smile, he's really thought of everything. "Sure."

"Um, yeah, let's sit." I sit down and he opens the wine bottle, than faking a very formal server he asks. "Wine madmoizelle?" I giggle and bring my glass forward so he can pour me some. "So I guess we should start with talking? Getting to know each other again?" I say, trying to hide how nervous I really am. "How do we start?" Good question mister Butler, I'll give you that, only I won't say it out loud. "Um why don't you ask me something, that's how we started in the first place." I suggest.

He licks his lips and seems to really be thinking what he wants to ask first. "Ok, give me quick recap of the past three years?" Ok bold as always. As I sip my wine and eat some of the appetizers. I tell him about my time at college, the first time I went to a party and had a miserable night taking care of all my drunk friends. We laugh at that. I also tell him about the time I had to take sleeping pills for my finals week cause I couldn't shut my brain off to rest. He says it makes sense to be hard to unwind when you carry around so much knowledge. I argue that it's no big deal and he makes a point of me being a potential lifesaver very soon. "So what happened to (BFF/n)?"

"Oh she moved out of the dorm a few weeks after we broke up, she went to live with her boyfriend at the time, who is now her husband. She got matched in NY for her residency and we text sometimes, but she's got another life there. Josh, you remember him," he nods "yeah well he's been working in New York for a year now and she moved with him, so when school was over she already had a new life there" I shrug, I miss my best friend, but we grew apart, I guess Betty has the title of the best friend now. "And the girl? From earlier?" I laugh I knew this is where he wanted to get.

"Betty moved in, after (bff/n) left. We've been friends since, best friends." He analyzes the words in his head, but I don't think he can make much sense of them. "So friends?" I laugh half way through drinking wine and it goes shooting out of my nose. He hands me tissue, biting his lips to hold in his laughter. "Yeah, now, but we did date, for a few months." I pop some grapes in my mouth and wait for the next question. "So you like girls?" I nod. "Yeah, I think I always liked them, I just never acted on it. But then Betty happened" I smile remembering how awkward I used to be around her with my small crush.

"But you like men as well?" He adds. "Yeah, so you still got a chance, sir" I say giggling when he sighs relieved. "Now your turn, recap of the past three years" he clears his through and after a small pause he starts to tell me. Austin begins with the nightmare about his mom and the same thing that happened to her happening to me. We both cry at that, I've never met his mother personally, but the pictures and Austin's stories always made me feel like I did. He then tells me about meeting Tom Hanks and working in Australia. He also tells me about his bad habit of serial dating after we broke up. Turns out I was right, he dated more than three girls, but he thankfully spears me the details. He then tells me about the premiere of "Elvis" at Canes, he cried during the whole screening and at the and he looked around almost leaning in to hug his mom. He tells me about the preparation for the movie, how method he went, that eventually at the end of filming he was hospitalized with a perforated ulcer from stress and poor lifestyle. I bite my tongue at this, stopping from saying 'I told you so'. He ends the recap by telling me a bit of his future plans, he's in LA for a little over a month and then off to Budapest for 7 weeks to film 'Dune 2', beyond that he doesn't have much planned, but he's sure that won't stay for long like this.

When he's done we've been talking for hours and it's now dark. "So what movie are we watching?" I ask snuggling into myself, I guess late august nights get a bit chilly. He notices and puts one of the blankets around my shoulders. "Well I thought you'd pick." Austin says setting up the small projector. "Um can you show me 'Elvis', I haven't seen it." He hesitates for a second but then he nods. "Sure, yeah!" He opens up his laptop and starts the movie.

As the intro of the song 'suspicious minds' opens up the movie, he sits next to me, leaving a few inches between us.

After two and a half hours as the credits roll, we're snuggled against each other, my head on his chest as I quietly cry. I can't hide my sobbing for long, when he attempts to get up to turn off the projector. "Hey, what's wrong. Was it that bad?" He tries to crack a joke. Austin holds my face in his hands, wiping my tears with his thumbs, but I cry more than he can handle. I laugh a bit, but it breaks into a sob. "No, no, Aus, it-" I have to stop to take a big breath. "You were amazing, Austin, I'm proud of you."

His eyes fill with tears, he tries to blink them away, but he can't. He hugs me to his chest and we cry together again, but it's not like the last time, this time we are happier. "It's still wasn't worth losing you!" He says after a while. "Well you've found me." He lets go of me so I can pull back a bit and look him in the eyes. "But you still feel so far away..." he whispers, his face getting closer to mine. I can now feel his breath fan on my face. He takes a hold of my chin with one hand as I take he's other hand in between mine and start drawing circles on his skin. "Because we've both changed, but I'm ready to meet you again Austin, you were right, it was hypocritical of me to hold you changing against you."

He chuckles. "I want to meet myself again, baby and I want to meet you again as well." He says licking his lips, he's fucking sexy lip licking. I shiver a bit, but it's not the cold. I close my eyes and lean forward to kiss him. Our lips touch and it's electric, butterflies fill my stomach and I feel light headed. Though the last one might be the wine, the rest is still very real and nostalgic. It's comfortable.

When we pull away we take a moment to look at each other, really look. Physically not much has changed, but mentally there are new layers to discover. "Together!" He says and I nod. "Together!" I agree

#i stayed there series #elvis and priscilla #elvis film #baz luhrmann elvis #elvis biopic #elvis songs #elvis fans #austin butler smut #austin butler elvis #elvis smut #Austin #butler #x reader #Elvis #elvis imagine #elvisaaronpresley #elvis 2022 #elvis presley #austin butler x reader #austin!elvis #austin!elvis x reader #love #fluff #angst

[1lostsoul0fishbowl]

do u have any sibling headcanons for Max and Eddie?

like maybe activities they do together or shenanigans they get into?

Okay first of all I LOVE YOU for asking this, because I live and breathe the Munson-Mayfield Sibling Agenda! 😄 I have a zillion headcanons for them but here are just a few:

They made up their own secret code language and absolutely refuse to explain it to anyone else. Eddie won’t even tell Chrissy what the code words mean.

They have their own private walkie-talkie channel, which they immediately change if one of the other kids manages to find it.

They talk every single day. Even if it’s only for two minutes, a quick “Hey. You doing okay? Alright, great. Catch ya tomorrow. Love you.”

In the Lostsoul Universe, Max escaped Vecna with only one arm badly broken. While her arm was in a cast, Eddie would brush and braid her hair for her every morning before school. He was actually a little sad when she finally got the cast off and could do it herself again, so every now and then she still asks him to do it for her.

Whenever they go grocery shopping together they play a game where they try to sneak something weird into the other person’s cart without them noticing. Five points if they don’t notice until the checkout line. Ten points if they accidentally buy the thing. They’ve kept a running tally for over a year now, and Max is winning 35-5.

If Eddie loses Max in the store, he will absolutely scream “MARCO!” at the top of his lungs. And as embarrassed as she is, she never fails to holler back “POLO!”

They both love McDonald’s and they eat there, as Chrissy says, way too often. Eddie introduced Max to dipping fries into a milkshake, and Max taught Eddie to put the hash brown right into the middle of the Egg McMuffin.

They also play a game called “my sibling’s an expert”. It involves going to the flea market and waiting to be approached by a seller. Some lady will innocently say “would you like to buy a picture frame?” And Eddie will immediately respond “oh, my sister’s an expert on picture frames!” and then Max has to make up some ridiculous facts about why frames are always rectangular and never square. Or at the homemade jellies table Max will casually tell the old couple “you know, my brother’s an expert jelly checker” and Eddie has to convince them not only what a jelly checker is but that he definitely is one. 25 points to whoever makes up a plausible sounding story without laughing. 50 points if they can get the seller to believe it.

Before Mystery Science Theater 3000 was a thing, Eddie and Max had perfected the art of wisecracking and riffing on movies. They actually got banned from the local movie theater for talking too much and distracting everyone around them. Before renting a movie, sometimes Chrissy will make Eddie swear to just keep quiet and let her watch without adding his own dialogue. More than once she’s threatened to duct-tape their mouths shut.

Eddie sometimes forgets that Max isn’t actually his biological sister. Once an old lady in the grocery store asked him where his sister got that lovely red hair, and Eddie spent a few minutes trying to think if he had any ginger relatives before he remembered.

Max, on the other hand, never forgets that Eddie isn’t actually her brother, and worries a lot about him replacing her. Finally Eddie made up a set of fake adoption papers, formally adopting her as his little sister “until the end of time”. He set up a ‘courtroom’ in the Harrington’s living room and had Hopper act as the judge and made it into a whole big thing. They goofed around and acted silly the whole time until Hopper formally pronounced them siblings. Then they both started crying.

I could seriously go on and on but I’ll stop here - thank you again for the fun ask!!!

#eddie munson #max mayfield #the munson mayfield sibling agenda #ask losty #losty headcanons

[fastlikealambo]

Dinner:Eddie Munson x Black Reader

Summary: With a little help from your mom, Eddie surprises you with your favorite dinner. Just a sweet drabble born out of the fact my oxtail place was closed last night and I almost cried.

Trigger Warnings: None, just quick and sweet fluff

It started with a smell.

You were at Eddie’s, half watching a movie with your head on his chest. You were content and on the verge of sleeping right then and there when you caught a familiar scent in his shirt yet different from his usual overlapping scents of leather, cigarette smoke, and weed.

“Baby?”

“Yeah princess?”

“Why do you smell like a spice cabinet? ” You asked, curious, taking a big whiff of him again. 

“Huh? Oh uh, somebody spilled their lunch on me.” Eddie mumbled

“What-”

“How about a shower, just the two of us?” Before you can answer, he picks you up off the couch and with a kiss on your check, you forgot whatever you asked him.

And then a phone call.

“Babe, can you grab the phone, I’m changing.” Eddie called out over the ringing phone.

Placing your book to the side, you answered the phone, expecting Wayne to be on the other end.

“Hey sweetie!”

“Mom? Is everything okay, why are you calling?”

“ Nothing’s wrong baby, I promise. Where’s that boy of yours?”

“He’s getting dressed. Why do you need to talk to Eddie?”

“Never you mind sugar, now put him on the phone.” She ordered with a laugh and with a confused stare, you handed the phone to your boyfriend.

“It’s my mom, for you.”

“Oh! This will just a take a second.” He grabbed a pen and a notepad from the table and all but slammed his bedroom door in your face.

“Why did you need to talk to my mom?” You asked when he finally emerged and sat on the couch next to you.

“Did I forget to tell you? I’m leaving you for your mother. I’m sorry you had to find out this way but it’s for the best.”

“What are you two up to? Come on babe, you can tell me.” You pouted and slipped into his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Nice try princess, but you’re not getting a word out of me. You’ll just have to be patient.” Eddie said, kissing you on the forehead.

“And you’ll have to shower alone from now to eternity.”

Ending with a surprise.

With work and school, you’d barely seen your boyfriend all week so when you got to his trailer you were so excited to just chill, maybe order some takeout but the boy had other plans.

The smell has your mouth watering before you even see Eddie bent over a slow cooker, hair in a low bun, towel over one shoulder.

“What is all this, it smells amazing. Oh my god, are those oxtails?! Eddie! ” You reached to peek under the lid but Eddie smacked your hand away.

“You were not raised in a barn, go wash your hands baby.” He said with a smile.

“You’ve been hanging out with my mom too much.” You fake grumbled, going to wash up for dinner. In your short absence the table had been set and there were candles.

“Surprise! I plotted with your mom and she showed me to make your favorite. Okay, she did most of the grocery shopping and it’s her recipe but I did make it, all on my own and your mom definitely did not jump out the back window when she saw you coming.” He explained, kissing you on top of the head before pulling your seat out.

“Eddie, this might be the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me, thank you. I can’t believe you went to all this trouble.”  You said, leaning forward to softly kiss him.

“When it comes to you, there’s no trouble.   Now try it so I know if I need to call Poison Control in the next 5 minutes.” He joked but you could see the nervousness in his eyes as you took a bite.

“And? How is it, princess?”

“I think I just came.”

“Right answer”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x black!reader #eddie munson x yn #eddie munson x black reader

[foolish-sparrow]

hi there! i wanted to say that i really enjoy your works, but dont feel pressured to write just cuz i told you that! can you write a sua x fem!reader fic? where dc goes on tour in europe and sua sees reader in a grocery store and says smthg like "god shes beautiful" out loud but she doesn't know that reader actually speaks korean, so they exchange phone numbers and promise to meet again, but reader surprises sua by going to their concert cuz shes actually a dc fan all along? (fluffy pls)

Hello Pretty Lady

A/N: Hello friend! Naw, thank you so much for saying that ;-; I'm happy that you enjoy my fics. However I am afraid to admit that my writing took me on a different path than what you requested exactly, so I apologize for that.

Warnings: fem!reader

You remember it clearly, how her awed voice filtered into your ears and instantly made a smile curve against your lips. Your heart was pounding away with excitement while your face tried to mask away its ferocity.

You hadn't even meant to go shopping that day, as you had already made the stop a couple of days prior. Curses fell from your lips when you reached into your cupboard only to find the snack you were currently craving was nowhere to be seen.

"Of course," you sigh, staring into space as you debated whether you had enough desire or motivation to actually leave your home, go all the way back to the shop, and get a single item.

But I do really want it, you think, making your way over to your shoe rack and putting them on before your indecisive mind continues to ping-pong back and forth. Reaching out to fetch your keys before you are locking your front door and cursing your memory for forgetting in the first place.

If there was any consolation, the weather was nice and the store was only a 5-minute walk away, and so you stuff your hands into your pockets and trudge on.

You don’t even hesitate when you’ve entered, legs on autopilot as you skip all the unnecessary isles and head straight to the one that holds your delicious gold. The muscles in your face try to fight back a smile when your eyes lock on to the packaging, the pace speeding up its rhythm now that your target was in sight.

And when you stand before your prize, you reach out ready to take it, fingers brushing the glorious surface when a distinct voice calls out from somewhere behind you.

“Wow! So pretty!”

The words, having been spoken in Korean, take a second or two to register in your mind and translate into something you understand. The muscles in your back straightened once you realized what has just been saying.

You can only make out bits and pieces after that, another voice joining in and saying something along the lines of, “unnie, you’re so loud.”

Curiosity has you turning, eyes sweeping the area until 2 people you recognize filter into your view. Their beauty almost blinding as they stood out amongst the many people passing by.  

You attempt to keep your surprise in check, wise eyes blinking as the Kim Bora begins making her way towards you, eyes bright even as they held a twinkle of shyness. “E-excuse me,” she stutters out, your body stock still as she tries to ask you the whereabouts of something she was looking for.

Normal bodily functions seem to evade you for a few moments more, still not quite believing that Sua was actually here, right in front of you, asking you a question.

“Oh!” You finally manage to get out, almost instinctive when you switched to Korean in order to help explain better. “Yeah, it’s that way.”

You could tell by the concentrated look on her face that she was putting her focus on whatever your answer was to be, the change in her features almost comical with how quick they switched.

Questions come and go faster than you are able to decipher, her well-known energy seeming to skyrocket with enthusiasm.

Bemusement clouds your expression as you make quick eye contact with an exasperated Gahyeon, her hand reaching out to take hold of the older woman’s sleeve. “Come on before we’re scolded for being gone too long.” She says before turning to you and giving you a little head bow, her thanks expressed in your language. “Thank you.”  

You nod back with a bright smile, very delighted with how your forgetful brain actually had an upside for once. 

And it is only once they have disappeared from your sight do the words finally filter into your mind! 

“I’ll see you at the concert tonight!” 

- - - - - - - - - - ☆ - - - - - - - - - -    

Evening fast approaches, but your excitement hasn’t decreased with its intensity. 

You don’t think you managed to sit still for even a minute, too worked up on having met Sua and Gahyeon earlier -- being called pretty -- and now getting to see all of the members of Dreamcatcher perform live. 

Life seemed pretty damn good. 

And it only got better when you reached the venue they would be performing, the hum of excited chatter as the queue begins forming making this seem all the more real. 

You are quick to find your seat upon entering, smile widening when a woman to your right squeals with the knowledge that you will all be watching Dreamcatcher live in a very short while. 

The extra hours of work had, quite literally, paid off, and you enjoyed the luxury of getting a front row view. 

And then the lights dimmed, blue lasers highlighting the stage and causing a unanimous chorus of cheers to erupt from the crown before it dimmed in anticipation.

They were in their element as they danced and sang; waving to anyone and everyone with the brightest of grins. 

You knew towards the end that this day would be one for the memory books, and you were happy with the results before a little present wrapped in black leather caught your eyes from her position on the stage. 

“Wah!” Sua screeches, the loud noise causing her members to look at her in confusion before she realizes her mistake. Sending you a smile before raising the mic back to her lips and talking in a quieter tone. 

“Everyone, I just saw the most beautiful face in the world.” 

A few screams erupt, doubly so once the translator repeats the words. 

Color erupts against your skin, shyness creeping in, and yet you’re unable to tear your eyes away. 

“Let me guess,” you hear Handong’s voice chime in, “you saw your reflection in someone’s phone?” 

While the crowd laughs around you, Sua once again catches your eye and winks, and in your heart you treasure it forever. 

#dreamcatcher reactions #dreamcatcher imagines #dreamcatcher scenarios #sua scenarios #sua imagines

[collectivecloseness]

Steve and robin have a "girls night" every Friday, which basically consists of them going grocery shopping some snacks and other stuff for the night (robin would definitely sit in the shopping car while Steve pushes her or she would do that thing where you run and the get on the cart while Steve screams at her that she should be careful) and then they watch a bunch of movies while doing face masks, doing each others nails and gossiping.

Oh absolutely, it’s one of my own biggest hc’s for them too. And I’d love to talk about this idea more with them!

Robin usually wants to runs around and snatch what she’s got on her mind, whereas Steve wants to meander about the aisles with her, picking things up, reading the weight vs price, look in the reduced section, like a dad. Sometimes Robin will stand on the edge of the trolley while Steve pushes, neither caring about judging looks from other customers since this time was their time.

Or other times she sits in the trolley, if she wants to stay around because she and Steve are having a particularly good gossip session, so they can not be parted from the conversation. Picking up stuff she can easily grab from the aisles, she’s able to smuggle it in her hoard, including if she wants to hide something from Steve, either if there’s a reason he doesn’t want her buying it, or more likely that it’s a surprise. When sitting in one she kinda likes being surrounded by all their shit. Hugging a massive bag of marshmallows, that she is picking from and Steve’s telling her off because they haven’t bought it yet. Saying a stern “No!” When Robin offers him some with her full mouth, because he doesn’t want to get in trouble. But then five minutes later forgetting all about it, and eating some of the snack she’s again offering from her hand, both of them sharing the start of the bag.

But then playfully retaliating against her bad manners of ‘stealing’ (and playfully insulting him for having a stick up his ass/being a baby about it), by getting some lighter things like snacks, and piling Robin in them on top of her head. Shaking the selection out and laughing at her screeching, trying to punch the packets in the air, as she’s buried. If she actually manages to punch one away, she usually gets the same line of “Alright karate kid!” Like a proud dad watching his kid at a baseball game, except laughing at her slightly more. The line quickly getting repetitive, and always being met after the first few times, with something he’d just dropped on her head, chucked at his.

Whatever the other has been craving, it’s thrown into the cart. No price limit for these nights. No judgment over what weird mixes either wants to create, they both have their own bizarre concoctions, that they beg the other to just try! If something shitty happens that week, they’re buying tubs of ice cream as part of their snack collection. They’ll both tunnel their spoons into each other’s massive tub if it’s just really shitty, getting flavours they’ll both be able to forlorn over, and filling the table with the syrups and toppings, instead of getting bowls.

Even after buying all their stuff for their night, Steve might still pass a Starbucks or something and get them both one on their drive home. They always order take out those nights too, so sometimes they’ll grab that on their drive as well. Just little treats, upon little treats, upon having a good night in. Robin will pick up a candle for Steve’s house, that they’ll light when ‘home’, or Steve will put into the cart an extra cushion, that stays on his couch as ‘the Robin cushion’, because she always steals ones on his side to lay against while she sprawls her feet in his lap.

Steve and Robin will scour all the sections, one picking up silly straws, and the other mini umbrellas, to make cocktails/mocktails as an extra activity. Most of their activities are chill on their nights. Occasionally they’ll have plans, like going to a local fair or something, but they usually don’t count that kinda thing as one of their signature ‘girls nights’, it’s just a separate fun thing they do together. Big activities, and ‘going out ones’ are fun, and they’ll go out and do shit together, eg both going to an arcade or the cinema, but signature girls night are for being sprawled around, full of sugary salty treats, and never shutting up, or zoning out to a film completely. At home, they’ll mostly watch movies. They’ll create their concoctions with snacks, ice creams, cocktails, etc, but they might bake, do face masks, or craft things, like making friendship slap bracelets. Robin even wanted to make mud pies once, which took a little convincing, but Steve definitely felt his inner child getting healed, the longer he stained his clothes, and molded mud in his hands with his best friend, in his back garden.

They almost always end up at Steve’s because his parents are never home. Plus his house is probably nicer, it’s clean, has loads of prestocked snacks and drinks (for his friends, and the kids, that he always keeps available), and he has a pool. Which sometimes they’ll pull the ankles of their pants up, and just splash their toes in as they chat, maybe sharing some s’mores from the barbecue/firepit Steve has in the garden too.

Their nonstop (literal hours of just talking with each other) conversations can take place dipping their feet in the water, not paying attention to a film, one lying on the floor and the other upside down on the couch, both sprawled in his room, half asleep on a bed, sitting on the kitchen counter, even times where they’re drunk in the bathtub/holding someone’s hair as they throw up into the toilet. Anywhere they can be, is a designated zone for them. His entire house, as long as his parents aren’t there, is like a second home for Robin.

Robin usually ends up sleeping over. Half the time one of them has fallen asleep accidentally, usually on top of the other. Although they’re so used to having sleepovers on these days, and feeling safe with the other, if they feel themselves dozing off they might not try that hard to stay awake, so the other doesn’t leave as well, and usually it’s late enough it’s just easier for Robin to stay. Not that either of them really believe it’s just coincidence, nor do they care to fight it, they both know what’s going on, and no one’s fighting those few unofficial sleepovers, since now, sleepovers at Steve’s are just official. With Robin bringing a bag of clothes and necessities every time. Neither of them really want to be alone, not when there could be things out there. Not with the nightmares.

They don’t give a shit about sharing a bed, they’re close enough friends to do so. They’ll happily both throw themselves onto his mattress and try and blindly throw the quilt around enough so they’re warm. Or even both get comfortably settled towards the end of the night, Steve bringing Robin’s cushion up in case she wants the extra pillow, quietly discussing whether it’s a lamp on, or they can take the dark, kind of night. Before messing with the lamp, and reassuring themselves nothing upside down-y is going to happen, not with the other right there... Steve even has a spare weapon, that he specifically leaves just for Robin on her side of the bed after she asked for one, as well as his trusty bat he always keeps under his bed. They both just are twitchers in the night, someone gets kicked, without realising. But since they’re both also snorers, they never usually hear the other doing so, so there’s no complaints.

Robin once tried to dye her hair on one of the girls nights, and even though Steve was the one adding the dye while she laid over the bathtub, he was still annoyed he had dye all over his tub and towels the next day. It didn’t work on Robin’s hair unfortunately, something they both blamed the other for, even though they were a bit drunk when Robin decided to dye her hair, and she didn’t try it again. But it also meant Steve’s tub became pearly white again, after a couple of weeks.

They always save the best and newest movies from family video, to watch on these nights. Sometimes they pick the worst ones on purpose, ones their least favourite customers slammed on their counter to complain about how terrible they were, so they can both insult something together, and not potentially get in trouble. Laughing and bitching about the godawful movie. One of their favourite activities is being able to be salty together, with a fellow supporter in their best friend, who they know is exactly the same, and no repercussions. Steve doesn’t even care about both of them throwing popcorn at his tv and booing, but when Robin goes to refill both their drinks, he is on his knees and picking up the kernels one by one to bin them.

They need these nights together. It makes them feel normal. It’s a relief after a week of working, and it makes it easier for Steve to drive them both to work the next day if they’re scheduled for the Saturday. Even if not, or if so, sometimes the Saturday also becomes a ‘girls day’ and it’s just a weekend of them chilling, and being able to be normal friends. They really enjoy these days the most. Especially when no upside down shit happens, no one’s banging on the door because they need them (mostly Steve being asked to be a chauffeur), and nothing bad is happening in their personal lives, although still with some good gossip. Sunny days make them feel better too, with the sun beaming through Steve’s patio doors, the water looking really nice as a pool view, and both of them being able to bathe in the heat, and know darkness isn’t coming for as long. But even in winter, they’ll hole up in his house, both amicably sharing a blanket on the couch, and with hot cocoa Steve has masterfully perfected, both sheltered together.

One simple ‘sunny day’ moment that both really remember as a nice one, was Robin and Steve, in sunglasses, and summer/pool outfits, silently feasting on a popsicle each, after Robin had spent the night. And that morning, Steve calling their few friends over for a spontaneous pool get together, to which everyone could make it. The two of them just chilling, in their shades, with their popsicles, not needing to chat, for once being able to take the quiet, because everything just felt so normal and happy. Just being in the sun by each other, and waiting for the rest of their friends to come, for a spontaneous, fun filled day.

To Robin and Steve secretly, that also felt like a day where it was almost as if they lived together. Like this was their home. They definitely move in together at some point. Whether it’s in Steve’s home, or both getting an apartment somewhere. Whether it’s just those two being housemates, or living with the rest of fruity four, and even you. Steve hates living alone, he hates it, and Robin craves being able to live in a home where she’s out to the people in it. But also, both of them being a cool young adult living with their friend(s)... it’s something they both want. And as soon as one of them even causally mentions it, the other will jump on the opportunity to get the plan started.

Sometimes they’ll get drunk together and have fun nights then. Once they’re friends with Eddie, they start baking a bit more, almost always being weed brownies. They can’t become even freer around each other than they already are, but their sarcasm definitely turns into more silliness. They both share their silliness just as much as their sass. Or both of them being slightly chiller, and even if one of them becomes a little worried because they’re in that chill state, either paranoid from the weed, or ‘the thoughts’ being able to get them because they’re chill, the other makes whatever’s wrong seem so confusingly crazy, or laughing about it in a way that gets the other to realise how silly it is, that it stops being an issue. And any crazy rambles are met with only a supportive chorus, or confusion, until the other speeds into their next topic. Both of them happy to just be weird and crazy and open and themselves with their best friend. It’s just the most chill and fun times in their lives. With the person they know understands and supports them the most.

Nancy has opened the door on Saturday/Sunday mornings to find Steve, and seen him and Robin, both dead asleep on the couch, in the weirdest positions humanly possible, she’s actually confused how either of them could be comfortable. But to be honest, not only does Robin always sleep very oddly, but as long as they’re by the other, they know they’re safe, so they have some of their best sleeps on those nights no matter.

Bonus: if both of them gain a crush on you, then their gossip sessions become centred around you quite a bit. You accidentally left a soft jacket at Steve’s house, and when he shows Robin as they’re talking about you, both of them are fondling the material that smells of you, in their hands, swapping it every so often, as they chat.

And if you get in a poly with them (just them, or including others too, eg f4) then while they still have their own, Steve and Robin besties time, they definitely include you in some of their relaxing afternoons/days too. They’re times where they’re with one of the only people who understands them, and they can just be themselves, around nice treats, and have fun. So you’ll definitely be qualified, for some of those days

#platonic stobin #platonic stobin fluff #platonic stobin hurt/comfort #slight angst bc of their trauma but they’re ok bc they’re hanging together :) #platonic stobin thoughts #platonic stobin drabble #platonic stobin blurb #Steve Harrington #Robin Buckley #Steve Harrington fluff #Robin Buckley fluff #steve harrington hurt/comfort #Robin Buckley hurt/comfort #steve harrington thoughts #Robin Buckley thoughts #platonic stobin hc’s #Robin Buckley hc’s #Steve Harrington hc’s #platonic stobin/reader #platonic stobin x reader #ask #anon #stranger things

[dreaminghour]

Genya/Zoya Crown Café (Modern AU) - Discount at favourite store

Event: @domaystic Fandom: Grishaverse Rating: Teen and Up Prompt: 18 Discount at favourite store Ship: Zoya/Genya & Fedyor/Ivan Context: Crown Café is an ongoing modern AU where Nikolai owns a café on a university campus in modern Ravka. Zoya and Genya are invited to stay at his hunting lodge and meet the neighbors, Fedyor and Ivan. Words: 1,001

The shop is a bustling noisy mass of humanity. After the last week in the wilderness where the cabin lies, Zoya realizes she didn't miss this much at all. Even being back home wasn't as remote as Nikolai's 'hunting lodge.' Apparently Ivan thinks much the same of the crowd.

"They couldn't have stayed home?" he grouses as he wrangles a shopping cart from the cage they're locked in.

"Look," Zoya replies, because shorter sentences is better with Ivan. "There's a sale."

And well, that changes things. Ivan's eyes gleam and he pulls out his wallet to count exactly how much money he has on hand and he slits his eyes at the various aisles.

"Do you want to—"

He interrupts: "Yes, you keep the cart, I'll find you. I just need a few things."

Ten minutes later, Ivan finds Zoya in the dairy section with his arms loaded: he has a massive wrapped fish, bundles of asparagus, some lemons. A moment later he unloads some packets of seasoning from his pockets as well.

Zoya doesn't say anything, she pushes aside the four-pack of eggs and the small glass of milk.

"Why do you have those?" Ivan asks accusingly.

"We ran out…"

"We have plenty. Didn't Fedyor tell you we'd give you all you need? Two tiny girls like you, how much milk do you need? Enough to bathe in? We can share."

Zoya withdraws her hands as Ivan puts the eggs and milk away again.

"So," he says, pushing the cart now filled with only his groceries. "What else did you need?"

Thirty minutes later they'd back at the lodge, Fedyor and Genya smiling as they step outside to greet them, Fedyor climbing into the passenger seat after Zoya climbs out.

"You two," Ivan says, rough as thunder. "Bring some of those biscuits if you have any left, Fedyor and I are going to fry Muksun for you."

"We are?" Fedyor says a bit amused.

"Around eight alright?" Ivan says a bit more quietly.

Genya looks a bit stunned, her mouth pursed in a little moue, so Zoya jumps in.

"Of course. You both eat so much we'll have to make a fresh batch."

"And Fedyor will give you any eggs you need," Ivan replies with a nod.

"I will?" Fedyor asks, still ignored.

"See you later!" Genya calls as the little car pulls off in a cloud of dust down the path.

"They're alright," Zoya says, crossing her arms.

Genya smacks her arm lightly before pulling her close and kissing her cheek.

"Fedyor is darling and Ivan is just as prickly as you, so I understand them very well I think."

"I am not prickly!" Zoya snaps.

Genya laughs and hugs her.

"And saying you're darling…" Zoya grumbles. "I don't want you getting a big head."

"What would you say then?"

"That…" Zoya frowns as Genya led her into the cool interior of the cabin. "Well, you're very sweet and personable."

"And Fedyor?"

"He's fine."

Genya laughs again.

"And Ivan?"

"He's very determined. And focused."

"As are you," Genya says, leaning in, wrapping her arms around Zoya's waist as she gives her a slow, sweet kiss. "You are very sensible as well. Mostly. I'm sure Fedyor can think of a time when Ivan was not so sensible."

Zoya becomes a little insensible herself as Genya continues to kiss her, hands wandering, and nearly forgets herself entirely before there's a brisk knock at the door.

Genya is breathless when she opens the door, while Zoya hides out of sight, tucking her blouse back in. It's only Fedyor, he smirks in a way that suggests he completely understands, especially when Zoya appears to take the box of eggs from Genya so he can hand them a bottle of milk as well.

"Eight o'clock?" he asks.

"We'll be there," Genya says, smiling as brightly as he is.

"With bells on," Zoya adds in deadpan.

For a second Fedyor gapes at her before crinkling his eyes and shaking a finger at her.

"You're so funny. You know, sometimes you remind me of Ivan," he says. And then he's turning away, waving over his shoulder. "Enjoy the rest of your afternoon!"

Genya is grinning almost evilly at Zoya as they close the door and Zoya just rolls her eyes.

"You're impossible," Zoya says.

"As long as you help me make these cookies, I'll be anything you like."

The cookies have only just hardened by the time they needed to be packed up. It doesn't get dark here at night in the summer, but there's a dusky blue to the sky as they walk through the golden grass toward the lake where Fedyor and Ivan live. It's very different than where Zoya grew up, very different than the city where they now live.

She's grateful for Nikolai, letting them say at his lodge (really a cabin) and mentioning to the neighbors they were there. She's grateful for those neighbors as well, as meddlesome as they first seemed to her, she agrees with Genya that they're pleasant people, worth getting to know.

As they wander toward the warm light of Fedyor and Ivan's cottage, she wonders if it would be possible for them to be friends in the city as well, or if this magic would not last in Os Alta. It's strange enough that she's friends with Nikolai, her boss, or ever managed to kiss Genya. She doesn't want to break anything.

But then Genya takes her hand and squeezes it, and the faint scent of ginger and spice from the cookies brings her at once to the present while reminding her of home. Whatever the magic is, it's here and she doesn't have to be afraid of losing it so long as she focuses on the present and loves it for what it is.

Much in the same way she loves Genya, she thinks. Or Ivan loves Fedyor. And they step through the door, Ivan offering them a rare smile as Fedyor welcomes them in.

#genya x zoya #zoya x genya #grishaverse #crown cafe #modern au #dreamy does fic #dreamy does domaystic #2023day18 #domaystic2023 #fivan #shadow and bone

[alittlebitofrainbyyourside]

Have an untitled document snippet that I refuse to name because it was /supposed/ to be a like- Quick Pornie Au with Big Dick Phayu and his childhood friend Rain who has recently gone throuh his Slut phase.

Either way, Rain scrubs his skin in the shower, snagging his body wash from the shelf to replace the smell of whatever the hell the guy's name had been from last night. Ball? Bean? Rain hadn't been listening particularly hard. And the guy certainly hadn't put in enough effort for Rain to bother moaning it, so what did it matter? He hadn't been half as big as Rain had thought he was in the club, and his thrust game had been dismal. 

A little delirious, Rain thinks about the possibility of making a shirt that says 'you must be this big to play'. Maybe that would help him weed out the non-contenders. 

Another rumble from his stomach and Rain sighs, petting it fondly, "I know, I know. Hopefully P'Phayu and P'Saifah will have something yummy for us."

Thankfully they don't live too far away. Close enough that Rain doesn't even bother grabbing his keys after he's gotten dressed, opting to ride his bike five blocks down to where the twins live. It might not be as cool as Phayu's motorcycle, but it's functional and it gets him there faster than walking would have. Which is important given how loud his stomach is protesting.

He rides his bike up the driveway of the huge house, carelessly letting it drop to the side as Rain goes to beat on the door. Once. Twice. Three times.

Rain's just about to hit it again when it opens and he throws his arms around the neck of his savior, "P'Saifah! Please tell me you guys have already made breakfast! I'm going to waste away if not!"

Saifah laughs, spinning Rain  inside and dropping him unceremoniously on the floor so that he can shut the door. "Phayu's in the kitchen now. Forget to buy groceries again?"

"Maybe."

"When's your Mama coming back, anyway?"

Rain slides off his shoes, shrugging. "She's with Papa in Korea, so probably another month or two. She's never in a rush back when she gets to stay with him."

Not that Rain can blame her, it's just that maybe he'd like to go too sometime. But apparently his studies are too important. Maybe over the summer he'll be able to visit. In the meantime, he's making the best of having the house to himself-

Even if it means shopping for himself. Rain wrinkles his nose- shopping is just so boring and he always feels like he's forgetting something important. Maybe he can convince Phayu or Saifah to come with him on their day off. At least that would solve the boredom problem.

Rain follows his nose (and his stomach) to the kitchen. Sausage- Phayu's definitely cooking sausage. Probably eggs too, if Rain knows his friend and after over a decade, he sure thinks he does. There will be vegetables too, of course. Rain's gotten the lecture about balanced meals leading to a balanced life so many times that he could probably recite it in his sleep. 

Which is why Saifah's probably the best target when it comes to asking someone to go to the grocery store with him. Saifah will understand why Rain's cart is half filled with chips.

"You're here early, Nong," Phayu says, one eyebrow raised as he stands at the stove.

"I'm starving, Phi," Rain sing-songs as he boosts himself up onto the counter- far away enough that he knows Phayu won't chide him about having his ass too close to the food. He winces slightly when he makes contact, the after effects of last night not completely invisible despite being mostly unremarkable. 

It's disappointing, truly. He'd rather have a night out sing through his body in the morning, than show up as a whistle later.

Phayu's eyes narrow, but he doesn't say anything about Rain's placement and Rain takes that as a win. What Phayu does say is, "Let me guess, Mama is on a business trip again?"

"And Rainyboy hasn't gone grocery shopping," Saifah adds as he starts to take down plates from the cabinet to set the table. "When'd she leave?"

Rain kicks his heels against the wood, trying to think back.  "Last Friday, I think? Maybe Thursday."

"It's been over a week and you still haven't gone grocery shopping, Nong?" The judgment in Phayu's tone is clear, even as he takes the pan he's had on the stove off and begins to divvy up the food on the plates that Saifah brought down.

"I think our little friend has been too busy with <i>other</i> things, if you catch my drift," Saifah teases.

#my writing #snippet #phayu/rain #Childhood best friends AU where Rain's mama regularly left him with the Nice Family nearby when she went on business trips

[moonfurthetemmie]

other random sunfall shit that's either funny or important

Another cut because it's a little Long with all the stuff I threw into one mf Thing

Funny fun facts from the original dream:

In my dream this actually started out as Kai redoing Dreamswap, and then halfway through my brain was like 'actually this is Silver's AU' and completely forgot kai except for the art style for the mental image of everyone in the frozen living room. I forgot about the first half when I woke up tho 

Cross and Ink were dudes again even though they're girls To Me. Which is so funny 

dude the ice chairs were sick

The ice chairs melted when the new boyes also thawed out. very sad. The two Inks, single Finch, and single Cross were there and the chairs started melting first and they were all like "Cross what did you do" and Cross was so indignant. 

Dream II momentarily turned into Reverie/OG Dream when he was revived and tried to write 'hi Dream!!!' on Dream I's old notes. we had to tell him old Dream was gone. I think he got sad but around there is where I woke up

Dream II had my awful cursive handwriting for some reason FDFDSFSFDS

Finch was like....i don't know really prim and proper?? He was sitting like a princess in front of the fireplace for the crack photograph. I don't know what that was about but that's the main reason I think he was supposed to get a new version 

yeah the one Ink had all the vibes of OG, and the paint thing, just with DS's outfit. I don't know what the fuck that was about. It was so stupid (funny). Cross and the other Ink were much closer to the camera and Ink looked and acted more like DS, and Cross...tbh i don't remember. he seemed pretty normal. Maybe he wasn't though.

I never actually saw any of the castle except for that one room. it was just 'yeah they're in an ice castle. and frozen

Other stuff:

It was going to be cryosleep and not petrification, bc that’s what it was in the dream, but there is literally no reason to do that to them. Freezing Orion and Corvus isn’t going to made them stronger it’s just going to make them sopping wet and really dumb for the first hour after they thaw out

Corvus looks terrified as a statue :))

Glaze doesn’t respond to her name in donut shops because she just automatically assumes it’s someone ordering a glazed donut instead of someone calling her name.

Do you know how long it took me to push Corvus and Glaze together. Anyways Corv’s pet name for Glaze is Donut and Corv is the the reason Glaze is now actually putting effort into deal with The Maelstrom. 

There were actually quite a few survivors from JR. There was even enough to keep it going (even if just to say we survived. There’s not many of us but we’re still here and by god we’re doing our best), but they were scattered and the few others Ink and Finch found had already resigned themselves to trying to make a new life for themselves in this apocalyptic hellscape that the MV has become. 

“Alright you little shits it’s scavenger hunt time. Whoever finds the most stuff on the list gets a candy bar” - exhausted Ink at 11pm having to go on an emergency grocery run because 4-year-old Temp and Glaze eat way more than she thought they would and she is still trying to figure out how much food she needs for the three of them. No, they can’t read yet; their lists are in pictographs. Reason #99 why she should not be responsible for kids. She really needs another adult. 

Ink almost didn’t bother enrolling Temp and Glaze in a school bc it seemed like a lot of headache-inducing paperwork, but the lure of ‘time to herself without two hyperactive children’ was too strong. 

Xena and Java didn’t go to a proper school like the other clones, tho. Cross and Error just weren’t sure they could get Xena and Java to school. They did their best to homeschool them instead. Finch and Hacker gave them some basic shit to teach the kids too, because Finch was pretty sure they’d forget some actually important stuff. He was right btw. Xena and Java are lucky they know as much math as they do. They’re also lucky Cross and Error were willing to ask for help teaching them how to read and stuff because dear god

Cross really can’t blame Xena for not wanting to do this, but Xena hasn’t turned in her resignation form yet, which is the only reason Cross is pushing her to work on her shit. Xena does not realize this yet. Glaze is also seeing this and is very sure the older ones are forcing them to do this, which is why she hasn’t said anything. 

All the older ones kinda decide to start training the kids to fight at different points. Finch and Hacker took the longest to. As much as Finch wants Wren to be able to at least defend themself, he really doesn’t think young kids need to learn to fight. 

Oddly enough Ink took the second longest. She wasn’t too worried about it being appropriate or whatever to teach kids of a certain age to fight, her logic was just “I have very little patience. Kids test my patience more than most things. Kids are also very stupid. I should wait until they’re less likely to get themselves killed trying to learn how to hold a stick with a sharp pointy end.” She did teach them how to use their other magic, though. 

Cross and Error started teaching Xena and Java about their magic pretty early on. Their logic was ‘if they know how to control it young, there won’t be problems with runaway magic. Just problems figuring out where the cookie jar went and catching kids swinging from the ceiling’. They still wait for them to be at least double digits old before starting combat training. And they didn’t use real weapons.

All of the clones have the same birthday. 

Oddly enough, Aster actually wanting to help encouraged the others a lot. ‘You mean you WANT to be involved in this thing we don’t feel we have a choice in??? …maybe it won’t be that bad.’

None of the clones realized Corvus and Orion were going to wake up in their lifetimes. Especially not this soon holy shit. 

Had Corvus and Orion been more prepared, that one fight may not have gone as badly as it did. As it was they were young and inexperienced and had even less idea what they were doing than the others. They’re lucky they didn’t die. Hell they’re lucky it was only about 20 years and not 100. Or 500. 

Corvus and Orion do have a destiny bond. Had being turned to stone killed Orion, Corvus would not have lasted even a second longer in that first big fight with the Maelstrom. 

Also Corvus and Orion are both right about becoming radiants/corrupts. It would make it much easier for them to deal with the Maelstrom, but it would also make them much more vulnerable. 

Worst Ending Corvus & Orion: 

Corvus’ body is now made entirely of corruption and she can turn into a ✨goo puddle✨like OG Nightmare. Her body is very, very endothermic. Worst ice hands ever

Orion on the other hand is very EXOthermic and very very hot so like. Be careful

Orion is an unfortunate combination of Dream’s holier-than-thou-ness and some pretty awful manipulative tendencies. Obviously she is in the right, smh. But if she needs to do a little persuading, she’s not above using tricks and lies. She fights dirty, don’t let her talk of honor and righteousness fool you

Corvus is, surprisingly, rather honest most of the time, which doesn’t help Glaze when Corv offers to let her join her. Still, the corruption in her wants only one thing, and she will stoop as low as she needs to achieve it. 

Poor, poor Glaze. She promised herself she’d protect Corvus, and now she has to help kill her.

The pair of them are mere shadows of their former selves.

ALSO hey here's a bonus Xena that no one asked for (even though i said someone oughta smh)

#Sunfall DS #Sunfall Xena #Sunfall Java #Sunfall Corvus #Sunfall Orion #Sunfall Aster #Sunfall Tempera #Sunfall Glaze #Sunfall Wren #Glaze + Corvus my beloveds #they're so gay #also XENA is SO #Yells #god #no one asks about the extra Xena :(( #wheeze is the only one who saw and only bc i sent it to them unpromted #i forgor to post this i had 500000 things going on augh

[rindomness]

rin i am so deeply unwell about cecil palmer.

his mother didn't talk to him except to prophesise his death or remind him he doesn't exist.

his dad made him climb into a tree and get eaten by the smiling god??

he doesn't remember his childhood.

he used to go back to his abandoned childhood home and sleep on the sofa. it's probably demolished now.

he can't go to the grocery store anymore because he's afraid of auctions. and for good reason !!

he was raised by his sister and she always resented him for it.

he describes his family history as a ghost story. his childhood was a ghost story. his life is a ghost story.

he keeps having to watch other versions of himself die.

he didn't choose to be the voice of night vale, it was chosen for him whether he liked it or not. he probably can't quit or resign, he'll probably be the voice until he dies.

leonard burton died in his arms. his interns keep dying or leaving or growing older than him and moving on with their lives while he stays where he is.

his main coping mechanism is Denial and drinking to forget

he dies in a tree every year???? interesting lifestyle choice

terrible things keep happening and he can't do anything about it except narrate !!

also a mirror is gonna kill him. how is he supposed to deal with that. can he not go to walmart?? cause they sell mirrors at walmart !! does he have to call the store before coming in like "hiiii can u pls cover your mirrors or put them away". does carlos do most of the shopping just in case? then what did he do before carlos? does he have mirrors on his car? do his friends cover their mirrors when they know he's coming over? do all reflective surfaces make him nervous? what is it like knowing that such an everyday item can kill you? does he wake up every morning and wonder if today is the day?

SORRY FOR THIS you just reminded me of 171 and that episode makes me feral

DUDE ME TOO WE CAN BE UNWELL ABOUT THIS WEIRD GUY TOGETHER

the tree thing makes me unhinged like WHAT is going ON with that. if it is the smiling god that brings up even more questions. mostly questions about the smiling god honestly!

his entire family is a wreck i really do hope that part of him and Abby talking again was them, like. talking about that a little bit because could you IMAGINE being in that position. like. what do you even do about that

him in 171 being like did your mother tell you she was an oracle before she left like WAUGH. we know that his position as the Voice was prophesied his mom was an oracle was she the one who told him? if so was that the only interaction they had that wasn't her telling him he was going to die/didn't exist or fucking hiding from him? considering his Entire familial situation it's a wonder he's as functional as he is.

the mirrors i want to scream about the mirrors ok . ok. like. YEAH does it apply to every reflective surface or just mirrors? going grocery shopping at all has to be a nightmare yeah no kidding. you know those mirrors sometimes in the drink aisle? how the fuck do you deal with that? do you just shut your eyes? do you just avoid it entirely? I know carlos doesnt do all their shopping bc cecil keeps reading off requests for him to pick stuff up from the store in texts so like How did he deal with that. do night vale stores just not have mirrors?

driving must be a nightmare too you're right i didn't even think about that before holy shit. Can he drive? How? You need to use your mirrors while you're driving. does he walk everywhere? does he have like a bike? a scooter even? i think he can drive bc of first date but like that must be So stressful. I'm just. so. so mentally ill about the mirrors. he was so fucking stressed out by eunomia's visor it made me stressed out how do you lead a functioning life that way

in conclusion thank you and i wanna chew electrical wires about this man

#wtnv #ask #mutual stuff #DONT APOLOGIZE IM UNWELL ABT HIM TOO #im just . like. wow you have So much going on #no wonder narrating is his grounding! it's the only control he has over his situation! #and like #oh boy and this just occurred to me. or re-occurred to me bc this def was in my brain when i was #writing forbidden thoughts box but like #how much worse did that need to narrate get after lot 37 #how much more strongly did he grasp onto his mere ability to narrate his environment when he wasnt sure if his body was going to be #taken from him. like #LIKE. DUDE. #it's the control thing again its the autonomy again like i wanna. #i wanna! bite chew on drywall

[pjisskullourful]

thank yall sofucking much for getting house sitter to 100notes!!

i have gotten clearance from myy friend to talk about one thing from the upcoming 18th chapter of stained sheets, which is a gorgeous commission. what i can say is- i found this toy while researching his collection& i knew immediately it was perfect for our couple so i tucked it in my notes. then when sorting out the details for the comm my friend gave me the perfect way to incorporate it. im not telling how its incorporated but this is a feature for chapter 18 (which comes after the dami vs ethan comm)

& heres the promised preview of the beginning of what chapter 19 will be, which is very much not what chapter 18 is gonna be

"You're buying those?" Max asked, interrupting you from placing the small box into your shopping cart.

You had been adding the condoms to your trolley without a second thought, it had become like a natural reflex when in this aisle of the grocery store - you didn't think there was any issue of having too many in the house. You glanced at your friend. "Yes, why? Did this company get, like, cancelled or something? Am I making the wrong condom choices?"

"No, no, it's nothing. Look, forget I brought it up, it's weird of me to get all intrusive on your birth control situation…" She said, readjusting her grip on her own trolley. "Let's just finish shopping, didn't you say something about needing olives? I think those are in the next aisle…"

You dropped the box in with your other groceries. "Screw the olives, you've got me curious now. Why are you so surprised that I'm buying these condoms?"

She took a step closer, lowering her voice to avoid being overheard by the other shoppers. "It's not those condoms, specifically. I am genuinely surprised that you are buying any condoms. I really would have thought that with how long you and Damiano have been together, you would've stopped using them, like, ages ago. Usually guys are all about ditching rubbers as soon as possible.

"It's like brainwashing as soon as you start fucking- oh babe, it feels so much better and for you too." She had put on a deeper voice. "You're gonna love how it feels. The wrappers are so hard to get open, it kills the vibe. My ex-girlfriend had a latex allergy, so I'm really out of practice. But it's my birthday. But I bought you that necklace and paid for dinner."

"Uhm, Damiano has never tried that with me, literally ever." You said. "Past douchebags, yes. But Damiano, never."

She shrugged her shoulders. "Whatever works for you guys. And judging by the hickey that you're barely covering with concealer there- it is working for you guys."

You slapped a hand over the love bite that had sprung up on the side of your neck. "I tried, okay? It's these grocery store lights, no one looks good under fluorescents." 

She started to move away with her cart, heading past a mostly-stationary woman talking into her phone. You followed Max away from the shelf of condoms, going into the next aisle.

You had added the jar of olives (along with some other items) to your cart before your friend slipped into her more serious tone of voice again.

"I'm sorry for asking so many questions about your birth control situation, that is…" She cleared her throat and poorly sang the next words to diffuse some tension. "...none of my bus'ness."

You dismissed this with a limp-wristed flap of your hand. “I literally couldn’t care less. When have we ever had prudish boundaries?”

“That’s true. Sachetan said we should have more boundaries.” She said.

“We’ll add that to the list of useless shit he said when he could have be taking you on exciting dates or spending some time brushing his damn teeth.” You bitterly said of your friends’ former boyfriend (and yoga instructor). You went over to grab a bottle of milk from the refrigerated section.

When you got back, she was giving you that look that made you feel like you were being studied again (better to be studied than judged and you knew where her intentions were).

“So you have never, in your whole life, had unprotected sex?” She asked, keeping her voice low, despite the fact that you were the only two people in this aisle.

“Oh, like, a couple of times with my first boyfriend in high school- if you could even call that sex. I believe it would be what the kids are referring to now as a: one pump chump.” You said.

“Isn’t that a gun from Borderlands, the third game, right?” She asked before quickly pivoting. “But what about Damiano, has he ever…?”

“I dunno, we’ve never talked about it.”

“Well, I’m surprised, I wasn’t expecting him to be the poster boy for hashtag Not All Men. I don’t know what I was expecting.”

“I guess that he was just really paying attention to that part in Mean Girls and he thinks if he doesn’t use a rubber, he’ll get pregnant and die.” You joked.

The two of you finished up with the shopping - paying for and getting all of your items sorted into bags. You carried your things out to Max’s car, getting ready to leave.

“Am I missing out, do you think?” You asked after buckling yourself into the passenger seat.

She didn’t look at you as she started to pilot the car out of the parking lot. “Huh, missing out?”

“Going raw.”

She shrugged both shoulders. “Sex is sex.”

You burst out laughing, louder than you had been expecting and it earned you a scowl from her. “Sorry, but it’s- you’re so insightful. Wow, thanks for putting that into perspective for me.”

She rolled her eyes, but didn’t give your sarcasm any further acknowledgement. “I just mean that it’s never made an amazing difference for me. If the guy is doing it right, then I get off either way. And if he’s doing it wrong… well, you can’t really blame that on a condom, but of course, they try to. They make all of those super thin-feel styles anyways.

“I’m not about to tell you exactly how to live your life ‘cause it’s really a personal preference thing. But I just think that if something isn’t broken, you don’t need to try fixing it."

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love yall! get caught up on stained sheets here!!

#fic preview

[calmflames]

skysae for this 🥺

who reaches out to new neighbors

saeri. skye has absolutely no interest in getting to know her neighbors. but, if saeri insists on going over to meet them with a freshly baked pie and a welcoming smile, the artist usually goes along with it. their neighbors definitely like saeri wayyyy more ( how could they not when her girlfriend makes the best apple cobbler in the world )

who remembers to buy healthy food

saeri. just in general, skye is awful at grocery shopping.. she gets impatient and almost always picks up the most random and unnecessary things. isn’t too fussy with food, though so if saeri picked up a “healthy snack”, she wouldn’t think twice about it. although, the one time they were out shopping and saeri was thinking about buying the cauliflower crusted pizza, skye was truly in shock. no way that is ever making it into her system, no other pizza besides true ny style ones, especially not these imposters. 

who remembers to buy junk food

probably skye. she’s still terrible at grocery shopping and junk is easier to shop for so it’s most likely that she brings home grocery bags worth of oreos and candy and chocolate bars and ramyeon. sorry saeri.

who fixes the oven when it breaks

neither? skye’d just call someone and get it fixed. there’s no problem that money can’t solve, she’d say. 

who waters the plants/feeds their pet(s)

saeri. plants would die under the care of skye, for sure. she just.. forgets.. but it definitely gets better over time and only because it means so much to her girlfriend. watching her take care of the plants indefinitely makes skye grow closer to them too and she’d send pictures of them to saeri saying she “gave them their water <3″. when it comes to pets though, skye’s much better ....... only because she has a low maintenance cat that basically feeds itself.

who wakes up earlier

saeri. skye often sleeps till very late, so she ends up waking up late but saeri’s usually up way before and on somedays, skye insists on snuggling close and holding her hostage in bed. doesn’t let her wake up earlier because cuddling is way more important than anything else. but on the days saeri does wake up early, she makes the best breakfast and waits for skye to wake up and the painter is always caught off guard — honestly just can’t believe her luck as she enjoys her girlfriend’s cooking like it’s the greatest meal she’s ever had ( well, apart from ****** ) 

who makes the bed

saeri. she’s way more efficient when it comes to “homely things”. skye used to be more attentive when she was a child but quickly lost habit of that when her mom married rich and she had servants for everything. although , she knows that she can’t just leave all of it to saeri all the time so skye’s learning to put more effort into these kinds of trivial things but it’s no where as pretty as when saeri does it. 

who makes the coffee

neither? skye always just buys the coffee but it’s a rare drink of choice between the both of them. that said, there is a fancy coffee machine in their house that skye would use maybe twice a year. 

who burns breakfast

neither? skye is more likely to though. she doesn’t cook that often but isn’t awful at it at ( nothing compared to her girlfriend’s skills ), but anyone can make eggs, right? well, there was that one time where skye wanted to surprise saeri for her birthday with breakfast in bed and she did end up getting distracted and french toast turned out to be more like burnt toast. but saeri, the wonderful amazing kind person that she is, offered to make breakfast from scratch again and this time, skye was the perfect sous chef, tried not to mess anything up and even stuck a candle into her girlfriend’s stack of toast at the end as she sang for her. 

how do they let each other know they’re leaving the house

skye’s late for classes a lot so most of their goodbye’s are rushed kisses — every time though skye refuses to let go and saeri has to push her out the door. whenever saeri has to leave, skye’s pretty “cool” about it and is just like “oh, okay come back soon babe” but will spend the whole time sulking alone in the house until her girlfriend’s back. 

who brings home little gifts like flowers/chocolates more often

skye maybe? ALTHOUGH , again flowers and chocolates aren’t really their thing? skye will, every once in a while but what she does give saeri more often are drawings or doodles from her day. sometimes they’re of her girlfriend, sometimes they’re of something that reminded her of her and sometimes they’re of pretty flowers because these flowers wouldn’t ever die. 

who picks the movie for movie night

both? movies are just a great excuse to snuggle in close, let’s be honest so skye wouldn’t mind putting on whatever, she isn’t fussy. although , if it’s a cheesy rom-com, the painter will gag or groan or roll her eyes every now and then. but watching her girlfriend watch it is fun enough. 

their favorite kind of movie to watch

skye’s into murder mysteries and thrillers and horror but she knows how saeri isn’t really into that so they end up watching something less intense. but that’s not to say that skye wouldn’t put on a horror every once in a while as an excuse to have her girlfriend snuggle in impossibly close. 

who first suggests a pillow fort

skye. lesser known fact but skye loves pillow forts. she used to make them all the time as a child (and even after) to “get away from it all”, it’d be her fortress of solitude and no one was allowed in. — until saeri. she’d tell her girlfriend about it one day and open up her heart in a way that she’d never before. 

who builds the pillow fort

both! skye might have more experience but it’s wayyy more fun when the two of them do it together. saeri adds her own touches to the fort skye looks at her all smitten and in love because of course her girlfriend is precious enough to join in on this pillow fort adventure. 

who tries to distract the other during the movie

skye because she’s annoying KSJDHFKJ

who is big spoon/little spoon

skye big spoon and saeri little spoon for obvious reasons. but skye will also look for any excuse to lay her head down on saeri’s lap and feel her girlfriend’s fingers run through her hair. 

#* ~ ask meme. #* ~ skye. #* ~ skysae. #mobviis #my bbies <3333 #also realised thru this how skye's so annoying saeri u deserve better SKDJHFJKSDH

[jaspersenpai]

!Eeveelution Explore Beyond your Limits!

Chapter 4 [The Rivalry of Love] +Valentine Special Part 1

As the week go by Mike and the other would head to town to go grocery shopping as they also get stuff Ollie wants to.

"So we splitting into 2 teams, one team goes get groceries as the other helps with getting stuff for Ollie's room. I'll go with Laz as you two go together, better to have someone keep a watch on her at all times."

Karen explains as she heads off with Laz looking down at a note with stuff they need. Mike would take her to girl related shops, mostly cause Karen had a phase for it.

"So how you been so far this week?"

Mike would ask trying to break the silence for a bit, they've gotten more awkward after what happened. They know it's in the past, but the idea she isn't the same Sylveon has bothered them for some time now.

"I'm doing alright, it does help eating berries and other healthy diets. I just don't know how to process I'm not the same Sylveon. I've been trying to accept it even though I'm probably never gonna be related to my parents again. All three of you have made it comforting to accept this new odd experience."

She isn't sad, but at least her smile will never get old.

"Mhm you deserve a second chance."

As she was about to say something pokèmon around them began to say stuff about her

"I wouldn't stay near that heartless killer."

"why is Ice next to her. End her life."

Mike would take her to a store Karen and him gone before.

"I'm sorry you had to hear that the rumors have been spread badly let alone they believe you are the killer, well to be fair every Sylveon in this town has been getting it's fair share of accusations or getting bullied."

Mike would try to distract her as he hands her some items she might like.

"Yeah I understand what they see isn't true, but I have to prove it. I can't talk back when I'll just add more fuel to the fire."

She would pick a rubix cube and look at Mike.

"I don't mind getting this to play and dis—"

A random Pokèmon would try to sneak on him, but Mike would sense her presence and step aside as both watch her crashing into some items dropping them on the floor.

"You are so mean Ice!"

A Absol would get back up and stare up at him she is smaller than him.

"You know I'll keep rejecting you Vixy."

Mike sighs picking up the mess she made as Ollie helps too.

"Your with a Sylveon??? I didn't know you were on a date!! Grr!"

Vixy would glare at Ollie as she is also glaring back?

"We aren't dating, I'm just helping her settle in into our treehouse."

"oh. OH I remembered why I followed you here."

Meet Vixy a Vaporeon who forgets stuff too quickly, and sorta has a thinking delay.

"yeah what is it?"

Finishes picking up the mess and puts it back in it's correct places.

"I finished graduating and I wanna live with you guys! I'm the only Vaporeon in this whole town! So I wanna fit in with roommates who are trying to get one of each eeveelution!"

She isn't wrong, we are looking for every type of eeveelution if they want to stay with us in our treehouse. I technically pay for it anyways, so they are welcomed to stay if they obey the rules.

We gotten a bag of what Ollie wanted as we sat down in a eeveelution like table which are for every other Pokemon who sit differently.

"Alright as of now Vixy & Ollie are both part of the family, so they are roles in the household. You two are now sisters unlike someone who refers us as step family."

Mike would feel a shiver like for some reason he feels targeted.

"He-hey I said I'm sorry, I'm not used to having a growing family."

Laz would stand up for him.

"Hey he may call us his step family he gave you a home you don't know where he came from I don't, but I don't complain if he wants to say that or not. He still gave us a place to stay considering what he gone through to get it."

Mike would look at him like a thank you without saying it outright.

"But!! Let's enjoy our newly members of the family by eating or it'll go raw cause of this negativity!"

Everyone would agree and begin eating having fun talking and sharing stories.

#parody #pokemon #writers on tumblr #furry

[sanctimoniouslysavvy]

I don’t like to ask people to do things that I wouldn’t do myself. As someone who has more of a leadership role in my career, that statement so easily rolls off my tongue I sometimes forget how deeply it rings true within myself. From asking someone to do something, or in the form of patience and understanding towards others, it is one in the same. Example: I focused on deep cleaning the espresso machine as it was not draining properly at work, and a visiting MIT was wowed because he has not known many salary level managers to do so. “I don’t like to ask people to do things that I wouldn’t do myself,” I answered his astonishment. Something I’ve learned when leading people is to use their talents where it’s needed. I think as a true leader you are just looking at the bigger picture. Instead of multiple single one reel fisherman in the middle of the ocean, you are the employing those once single fisherman and cultivating them into a team that does each necessary part in running a commercial fishing boat casting giant nets amassing tons of fish. As one of my mentors in management always says, and coined from his before him, "Put your aces in places." Now I realize I'm focusing more on how it applies and going off on a tangent about my job.....back to the original topic I wanted to share: "I don't like to ask people to do things that I wouldn't do myself." I forgive my family for doing things that annoy me, because I want their forgiveness when I do something that annoys them. And as someone who struggles with adhd and occasional depressive episodes, it's hard to accept people don't realize how mentally hard certain tasks are that are so easy to others. Grocery shopping was always so easy for my mother. She was a woman on a mission to save her family money while also spoiling myself and my siblings with what she was able to purchase with the use of coupons. However, dragging three children through the Kroger Signature store where I grew up was not easy for her. She took a giant binder and organized according to a map of the grocery store and the pattern she liked to follow within it. Once applying that to our weekly trips, it felt like we flew through the store. I had to keep my fingers wrapped around the cart for fear my grip would slip and I would lose my family forever. (I'm being sarcastic, my family would return the following week to collect me. Simply adding my to the list of items needed under milk and eggs. Kidding, again.) My mother saw her problem, created a solution, and it was executed without failure. I get overwhelmed at the store so easily its embarrassing. Sometimes its too loud, too crowded, I forget my list at home, and of course that's when my grandmother asks me to pick something up for her as well, or work is calling. My solutions, go when there is less people, always use my airpods and play music to help center me, always carry my list and add to it throughout the week as to not forget things, and duh, ignore my phone. (Only half-kidding this time.) This is how I approach most trips into public. For my family it can be very annoying to them. I guess because I'm so different and have a hard time explaining it to them in the moment, for as much as I'm frustrated to abandon my comfort zone they are frustrated to not have a normal daughter or grand-daughter who so easily goes with the flow and carries conversation despite being surrounded by so many other voices and conversations. But like I started this essay, I wouldn't ask others to do something I wouldn't do myself. So in silent way, when I pretend to not hear their grumbles about my behavior, like they pretend to not hear me retort under my breath about theirs. Now I'm losing my train of thought, but hopefully most of it makes sense and helps you understand how deeply that statement can be applied.

#personal essay #new blog #adhd #simple tasks #forgiveness #acceptance #self discovery #sarcastic

[fearhidden]

☂ (ashton&alara; ignore the first one where I didn’t specify 🤣)

send me ☂ + a ship, and I’ll tell you who...

yells at the other for leaving wet towels on the bed.

alara. she's probably very much guilty of this too, but obviously it's different when she does it lmao in his defense, it's probably her fault that he leaves wet towels on the bed anyway. if he's coming out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel, she's not going to stand a chance. she's probably the one who takes it off of him and tosses it aside, but he gets yelled at for it because it was his towel lmao

whines when the other forgets what they wanted after going grocery shopping.

alara. she has no chill, but she definitely whines whenever she tells him to grab something and he forgets it. again, in his defense, she probably rattles something off last minute or is just in one of those moods where she wants something very specific and if she doesn't get it, she's whining about it.

leaves five half drank bottles of water in their room.

ashton. between the two of them, it just seems like he'd do it, but maybe not even on purpose. could be one of those things where she's stealing his water bottles, but again, since they were his to begin with? she's like? how about we finish a water every now and again lmao truly, ashton is a legend for putting up with her.

initiates a quickie while at somewhere they shouldn’t.

ashton. she can be overly focused and serious at times and he brings that playful part out of her, so it's him that initiates quickies and it's her who likes to try and claim they need to be serious, but she's inevitably caving because she can't resist his touch.

surprises the other with their favorite fast food for dinner.

ashton. it's something that alara would do for him, but it just seems like something that he'd do more often? he's a sweetheart and seems to be more in tune with that kind of stuff. plus, half of the time she's so work driven that she'd skip out on dinner if it wasn't for him reminding her to pull her head out of the law books every now and again.

is massively hungover after celebrating their anniversary.

both. it's one of those things where they're both incredibly happy and one shot leads to another and before they know it, it's the next morning and they're both crawling to the curtains to make sure they're closed tight.

argues for double stuffed Oreos over regular.

ashton. she would argue that oreos suck in general, but it seems like an argument that ashton would make lmao she'd tell him that chocolate chip cookies are much better, but she'd settle for the regular because the creme (add a pun in somewhere) is her least favorite part.

buys $200 worth of baby things after finding out they’re expecting.

ashton. he seems like the type that would panic buy things, while alara would need a moment to figure things out. she'd have no clue where to start, whereas he seems a bit more practical in figuring things out and taking it one step at a time?

insists that they each get their own popcorn at the cinema.

alara. she doesn't like to put any butter on her popcorn, but if he does, then she's definitely asking for her own bag. she does like to add more salt though, because she's a monster.

@blindspct — ashton lloyd + alara reis.

#blindspct — ashton lloyd. #filed under — answered meme.