#but somehow their half baked way of comforting /works/ when it comes to the other

[rinqueraa]

dead friends

#skk #soukoku #i like this aspect of skk where they are both deeply messed up and suck at comforting other people #but somehow their half baked way of comforting /works/ when it comes to the other #chuuya always says and do what dazai needs him to say / do and dazai always do what chuuya didnt even know he needed #they make each other worst and better at the same time

[bluebeary-jay]

Hold me close and hold me fast

Hi, my darling @always-andromeda!! I'm your secret santa from the space sisters server 🥰 I hope you're having a fantastic day and will enjoy what I wrote for you 💕 I tried to mix fluff and angst into your Joel prompt and it was tricker than I thought it'd be but hopefully I did it justice 😌 I wish you all that's best and happy holidays!!

Summary: It's been a long time since Joel was in any relationship and because of that he has absolutely no clue how to react to your affections. It culminates into an angsty conversation which he wanted to avoid at all costs.

Tags: tooth-rotting fluff, fluff and angst, soft and shy Joel, hurt/comfort, established relationship 💕

Word count: 3.3K

A/N: dividers by @saradika, beta read by @reddedmiller ❤️

Twenty years ago, when the apocalypse started and Joel Miller lost his only daughter, he was certain that he’d never feel happy again. Time didn’t heal his wounds – he still thought like that when he was fighting for survival with Tommy, then when he was doing side jobs with Tess in the QZ… It was never going to get better.

But somehow, as he looked up at the massive tree he just helped the others set up in the middle of the square in Jackson, he realized that it could. It did. Now Joel had a home here. He had his brother back, he had Ellie whom he cared for like his own kid and he had a community that welcomed him into Jackson, people who didn’t know about the horrible things he’d done and therefore didn’t hate him.

“Hi, handsome,” he heard from behind his back and turned around to the most beautiful face in the world – the main source of his newfound happiness. You. His girl. “Are you done with work?”

He nodded with a small smile gracing his lips. You were the newest addition to Joel’s life, but the most precious one in his eyes. Unlike everyone else in Jackson (excluding his brother), you knew all about the sins he’s committed. And yet, you still chose him. Every day you continued to choose him, to envelop him with the warmth of your love which Joel wasn’t sure he deserved.

He’d never tell you, though. Not as long as you kept him in your heart.

“Yeah, no, we’re done. M’pretty sure my back will blow if I have to pick up or carry one more damn thing.”

Right at that moment Tommy walked by with another box full of tree ornaments in his arms, and huffed a laugh when he heard his brother complaining.

“Jesus, Joel, you really are gettin’ old.” He put down the heavy box on the snow and sighed, propping his hands on his hips and nodding at you. “You sure you’ll be able to put up with this grump?”

“Positive.” You climbed onto your tip-toes to press a kiss to Joel’s cheek, and he felt his skin growing hot under your lips. He turned his head to hide the embarrassment evident on his face, missing the slight furrow of your brows, but not missing a hearty laugh his brother let out.

“Aww, is the big, scary man gettin’ all shy from a little kiss on the cheek?”

“Get lost, Tommy.”

Tommy chuckled and bent down to pick up the box again. “By the way, you two have any plans for today? We’re makin’ a screening of some Christmas movies for the kids, and after that the adults will head to the bar. You should come.”

“Well, if you want to?” you directed the careful question to Joel, but he shook his head just slightly, causing you to smile. “But we actually have other plans for tonight.”

That was true, and there was no way Joel would trade those precious hours spent in your company for having to sit – or worse, dance – in a loud room full of half-drunk people.

“Sounds like somethin’ I don’t wanna know about.”

“We’re just gonna bake some cookies for Ellie,” Joel murmured when you bumped his arm lightly with a giggle. The irritation at his brother lessened slightly when he heard the sound of your laughter. “But don’t tell ‘er.”

“My lips are sealed.” Tommy winked at Joel, then shifted his eyes to you. “Enjoy your evening, lovebirds.”

“That’s the plan.” You took Joel’s hand in both of yours, beaming up at him with excitement. “You’re ready?”

“Yeah.” He inconspicuously let go of your hands to brush the arm of your jacket lightly, and then nodded in the direction of his house. “C’mon, darlin’.”

He hoped he wasn’t coming off as too harsh as he hid his gloved hands in the pockets, intending to blame it on the cold in case you asked. But instead of saying anything, you just matched his step and slipped your hands around his arm. Joel went rigid when you leaned your head on his shoulder, the side of your body almost hugging his.

Joel loved you like no one before and until he met you, he hadn’t been this happy in years. But there was a problem, a major one, in your relationship that he didn’t at all know how to address.

Because Joel didn’t have any clue how to react to all your touches.

No matter if they were tender or needy, brief or lasting, he always felt out of his depth. It’s been so long since he actually wanted to be intimate with someone that when the chance arose… he was at loss. You were such an affectionate person and he loved that part of you, he cherished all touches and gestures you graced him with – craved them even – but…

He stole a glance at you, wondering if you could feel the stiffness of his body when you were so close, but it seemed that you were none the wiser. He tried to will his muscles to relax, but it didn’t work and he still felt an uncomfortable feeling crawling up his arm.

The problem wasn’t that he didn’t know what he was supposed to do as your partner, but ever since Sarah died, he hadn’t had an opportunity to show affection to someone. Everything he thought about seemed awkward and incongruous, but he really didn’t want you to think that he was an inexperienced old man who didn’t know how to please – and in your case, love – a woman.

He did. In theory.

So he tried his hardest to show you in other ways how much he cares about you. He brought you gifts, whether they were knickknacks scavenged during his patrols or wooden figurines he made for you. He did what he could to relieve you of your duties, helped around the house and out in the town. He found time during the day to spend with you or at least just talk in passing if you both were busy.

But that still wasn’t enough. He knew that wasn’t enough.

Every damn time you cuddled, every time you kissed him or did something as simple as lay your head on his shoulder, Joel never felt better. He never wanted those moments to end, but at the same time he just couldn’t reciprocate, and it was tearing him apart, because he could see how hurtful it was to you.

“You’re quiet.”

Joel snapped out of his thoughts and looked down at you, noting that you’re almost at his place. He breathed a little lighter when he realized that he managed to go all this way without the need of pulling his arm out of your grasp.

“Is everything alright?” you asked with concern in your beautiful eyes and squeezed his bicep slightly, causing Joel to clench his teeth. “Listen, if you’d prefer to go with Tommy, just tell me…”

“Hey, I’m okay, sweetheart,” he assured you quickly and even managed to smile as if the guilt of not being able to even kiss your forehead wasn’t eating him alive. “There’s no one else I’d rather be with right now.”

“Just right now?” you asked teasingly, and Joel couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him.

“Listen here, you little tease…”

A bright smile returned to your face and you tugged his arm down so your lips could reach his stubbly cheek – and (only a little) reluctantly, he let you kiss him with a huff.

But the guilt of not telling you the true reason of his worries was still swirling in his stomach, making him feel sick for the rest of the way.

An hour and a half later the cookies were already done, and somehow the attempt to clean each other off the flour and the colorful frosting you used to decorate them ended up with you sitting in Joel’s lap, kissing him softly.

Not that he minded.

There was nothing as wonderful as the feeling of your lips on his skin, Joel was sure of it. It’s been an embarrassingly long time since he was with someone that made him feel like a young boy in love again, but your every gesture, every sound coming out of your mouth and every day he got to spend with you was just a confirmation of how lucky he was to have you.

Even now, as you were kissing him slowly and without any rush, he felt butterflies fluttering in his stomach. But while they initially appeared from the happiness and giddiness you were causing in him, the longer your hands wandered – and the longer his stayed uselessly at his sides – the worse and more stressed he felt.

“You know you can touch me, right?” you asked playfully at last, and the pit in Joel’s stomach grew almost tenfold in size. “It’s highly encouraged, actually.”

There was an actual question in your voice, which made him feel even worse. He should’ve known you’d address it eventually – after all, nothing went past you – but it still felt so awfully embarrassing to admit it to you. He was an old man, but felt like an inexperienced teenager who didn’t know how to make a woman feel good.

You moved to kiss him again when he didn’t answer, too lost in his own thoughts, but on instinct Joel pulled back – actually ducked – out of your reach. Immediately regret painted his face at the rejected look in your eyes, and he started to rake his mind in search for something he could do to fix it, but nothing came to him. He knew what you’d want from him – you’d forgive him if he took your face in his hands, kissed you with all his strength, let you know that you did nothing wrong… but it made him nervous just thinking about it, let alone do it.

“Sorry,” he quickly muttered. “I didn’t– didn’t mean to… I’m sorry.”

“Hey, look at me… What’s wrong?” You brushed some hair out of his forehead and Joel exhaled shakily, feeling weak in the knees at your touch. “Talk to me, baby. Did I do something?” Joel shook his head and you pressed your lips together. “Did something happen, then?”

“No.” He shook his head quickly, but he avoided your eyes. “No. Nothin’.”

“Joel…”

The room got too stuffy all of the sudden, the shirt on his back too tight and your body too heavy on his lap. Joel knew he was panicking over nothing, but he couldn’t help it. He didn’t want you to see him like this, so unsure and embarrassed over his own insecurity and behavior… So he gently removed you from his lap and stood up from the couch.

“Sorry, I gotta… I need some air. I’ll be right back, alrigh’?”

“Joel.”

No ‘baby’. No ‘handsome’. The tone of your voice made him stop dead in his tracks, and he turned around to meet your sad, solemn eyes.

“Just tell me if you don’t want me anymore.”

Your voice, so small and weak, took him off-guard and for a couple of seconds Joel wasn’t sure if you really said that, or if it was just his imagination playing cruel tricks on him. He blinked several times, but you were still in front of him, sad and… oh, god, you were on the verge of tears.

“What?” He couldn’t help a curt, disbelieving chuckle that escaped him – which was a terrible reaction, he realized when you turned your head away from him. “I– I don’t understand.”

“You don’t ever want to touch me first.” You let out a shuddering breath and lifted your arm to wipe your eyes, and Joel realized with mortification that he fucking made you cry. “And when you do it’s only when I initiate it, but sometimes you just pull back and it… it makes me feel so unwanted. And I know I might come off as too clingy…”

“Hey, none of that.” Joel quickly made his way to you and sat back down, gazing at you with his brows furrowed in worry. Your face was tearstained already and you avoided looking at him, but didn’t pull back when he took your hand gently in his. “Darlin’...”

“Just tell me if it doesn’t work for you,” you breathed, your voice thick with tears which also welled up in your pretty eyes again. “I hate not knowing if I… if our relationship makes you happy.”

“Of course I’m happy, babygirl.” Joel lifted your hand as if to kiss it, but hesitated. He had half a mind to draw back, but you needed him now, and he needed to prove that he really loved you. So, tentatively, he pressed his inexperienced lips to your fingers, making you look up with suspicion dancing in your irises. “You make me the happiest I’ve ever felt.”

“You’re pretending.” The quiet accusation combined with you withdrawing your hand caused Joel’s heart to break and he opened his mouth to explain, but you didn’t give him a chance to. “I don’t want you to pretend now that I’m upset, I want– Joel, I need you to be honest and tell me if it isn’t working for you. You always move away when I try to hug you and during all this time we’ve been together I can count on one hand the number of times you kissed me first. I don’t…” you choked down a sob and a new wave of tears flew down your cheeks. “I don’t want to waste either of our time if that isn’t what you want. If I’m not what you want–”

“Sweetheart, you’re the only one I want,” Joel whispered with pain in his voice, moving so he could sit closer to you. “M’so very sorry that I wasn’t…” He searched for the right words, but everything felt flat on his tongue. “I’m sorry. For everythin’ I did that made you feel this way.”

“But why?” you asked pathetically, staring at him with defeat and sadness. “You never said anything and I wouldn’t try to touch you so much if you just told me you didn’t like it!”

“I do like it,” he cut you off with a firm tone, which caused you to stop abruptly. “I fuckin’– I love it when you touch me, darlin’. I’m dyin’ for you to keep doin’ it, but I…”

“You what?” you asked, softer this time, and Joel swallowed hard, nervous how you’ll react. But you had the right to know, so ultimately he pushed through his discomfort.

“I just don’t know what to do,” he finally settled on that. “I really, really love when you touch me, babygirl, no matter in what way.” He took another deep breath, bowing his head to look at his hands so that he didn’t have to face you. “But it’s been so long, damn decades, since I… since anyone touched me in the way you do. I never loved someone the way I love you. I’m very sorry, I just don’t know what I’m s’pposed to do… when someone…”

He trailed off, worried that he might break down and cry in front of you if he says another word, and he’d prefer to avoid it at all cost. The world outside was so harsh and cruel already, and you needed someone strong – a safe haven, a pillar you could lean on. He was that someone for everyone around him for the last twenty years, and even longer before the outbreak.

But it was so much different now. You made him feel safe and loved no matter what he could provide to you and it was almost scary how vulnerable he was becoming in your presence.

“...when someone cares for you?” you asked quietly. Joel nodded, and tears gathered in your eyes again, though now for a very different reason. “Oh, Joel…”

“M’sorry,” he whispered, his own vision also going misty. “I want to give you everythin’ you desire, darlin’. If you give me another chance, I promise I’ll try to…” He shook his head, defeated. “I don’t know. I’ll try to get past it.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry for.” You scooted just a little closer and put your hand on his knee lightly. He looked up with anguish swimming in his brown eyes, not believing that you were still here and not already out of the door. You worried your lip between your teeth for a couple of seconds before inhaling deeply. “How about… I show you what to do? We can go as slow as you want.”

Joel slowly shook his head, not understanding. “...show me what?”

“You said you don’t really know what to do, right? So how about I show you exactly how… you know.” You smiled almost shyly, but it only caused Joel’s heart to beat even faster. “Where to put your hands.”

Joel was nodding before you even finished speaking.

It was embarrassing, really, how excited he got at this idea, but just the thought of your hands guiding his, demonstrating where and how to touch you, had him feeling weak in the knees and hot under his clothes. You smiled, almost with relief, and moved even closer until your thighs were touching.

“Here, just relax. We can stop at any time, just say a word,” you said soothingly, placing his palms on your hips and sending him a small smile. Joel wondered if you could see how red his face surely was, feel how sweaty his palms got. “Is this okay?”

“S’better than okay,” he breathed in something akin to wonder. “It’s easier… Everythin’ seems easier with you.” His chest was tight when he looked up at you. “Thank you.”

It wasn’t a lie. You did make it seem effortless, and though Joel could still feel the rigidness of his muscles and tendons, the tension was slowly melting away, replaced by a tingling warmth on his skin.

You gave him a reassuring smile and his eyes flickered to your lips almost involuntary. You noticed it, of course – Joel didn’t think he was exactly subtle with his staring – and cupped his jaw in your hands. His arm, practically instinctively, encircled your waist and pulled you closer before he could stop himself, but you didn’t berate him – in fact, you seemed delighted by his action.

“Now, are you going to kiss me or not?” you whispered coyly, brushing his cheekbones with the pads of your thumbs. Joel chuckled at your attempt to put him more at ease, but it worked and he leaned in to press – very, very carefully – his lips to yours. He felt you smiling against them and his eyes filled with tears from the overwhelming relief.

“I love you so much,” he murmured with his mouth only millimeters from yours. “So much, babygirl.”

You hummed a quiet love you, too, and moved your lips up to softly kiss his eyelids, then temple, then cheeks and nose. Joel almost wanted to cry when you started running your fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp gently. It felt so good, your touch so nice and tender… He couldn’t remember when was the last time someone treated him with such care. Maybe never. “Next time it becomes too much, you tell me, got it? And I promise I’ll make you feel better.”

Your touch didn’t bother him now that he admitted what was weighing heavily on his chest for so long. Now, it felt soothing. Grounding.

So, so loving.

Joel held you closer, melting into your embrace, and claimed your lips in a soft – if not a bit shy – kiss.

There was nothing else he’d rather be doing tonight.

#space sisters secret santa 2023 #joel miller x reader #joel miller #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #the last of us #the last of us fanfiction #joel miller fluff #joel miller x you

[ereardon]

The Backup || Jake Seresin x Reader [teaser]

“That can’t happen again.”  

“It will.” 

You sighed loudly, flinging yourself backward onto the mound of pillows, knowing that he was right. Jake rolled off the bed, tugging on his boxers. 

He grinned. “Any more bad dates planned for this week?” 

“A blind date on Friday,” you replied, rolling onto your side to face him as Jake got dressed. “Someone that a secretary from my work knows.” 

“A blind date, really?” 

Ignoring his comment, you replied, “What about you?” 

“No plans.” 

“Which means that you’ll have a date lined up by Thursday.” 

“And it’ll be a flop and we’ll be right back here on Friday night.” 

“I’m serious Jake, this can’t keep happening.” You stepped out of bed, slipping on a silk robe and tying it tightly around your middle. “We can’t be each other’s fallback every time a date goes sideways.” 

“So end it,” he said. “You’re the one that called me tonight, remember?” 

“I’m weak,” you replied and Jake chuckled. 

“You’re a lot of things, sweetheart, but weak isn’t one of them. Except when it comes to those mall pretzels.” 

“Well those are objectively the best.” 

“True.” 

You watched as Jake finished getting dressed, tying his shoelaces, slipping on his jacket. “Can I ask you something?” 

“Always.” 

“Are we fucking each other up by doing this? Like are we the reason that every single date goes bad? Because I feel like lately they all end up sucking.” 

“The dates are bad because our options are bad,” Jake replied. “We’re not cursed, Stinky. That’s just how these things go. You date and date and just when you think you want to fling yourself over the Golden Gate you find one person who suddenly makes things work. And then you live your weird Hallmark lives together forever.” 

“You, Jake Seresin, believe that?” You raised your eyebrows. “What happened to the guy I met three years ago who didn’t realize that girls don’t want to come over to your fucking Tenderloin apartment and see a bed without a bed frame?” 

“I loved that apartment and it was dirt cheap,” Jake argued. “Besides, you’re not much better. Remember when you thought guys actually liked girls who wore Birkenstocks?” 

“They’re comfortable!” 

“You looked like you were going to yell at me for not using a reusable jar to grind my own peanut butter at Whole Foods for twenty dollars an ounce. It was heinous. Also they smelled like ass.” Hence, the nickname that you hoped would die but never did. 

“You’re just saying that because your type is girls who stomp around in size five Aquazzura heels on Market Street and have their daddy’s Amex card numbers memorized.” 

“Better than your type. Mr. Couch potato, looks practically homeless and asks you to split the check at dinner because he’s too cheap to pay for your baked potato.” 

“That happened twice, that’s not a pattern.” 

“More than once is concerning.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re lucky you’re good in bed because I can’t fucking stand you.” 

“Stop stroking my ego.” 

“Goodnight, Seresin,” you said, walking toward the kitchen, your back to him. “Slam the door on your face on your way out, won’t you?” 

“Night Stinky,” he said and you could hear his footsteps trailing down the hallway. “See you next weekend!” 

You grabbed a half-empty bottle of Sauvignon Blanc from the fridge door and slammed it, a little too hard, the sound of bottles inside rattling as you unscrewed the cap and chugged directly from the bottle. It was acidic, probably too old, but it would do the trick. Anything to block out Jake’s words that haunted the quiet air of your apartment even after he was gone.

He was right. Somehow the two of you always fell into bed together. The dates always went belly up. Hinge, Raya, Bumble, League. No app worked. No blind set up. It was like clockwork: you’d spend an hour getting ready for a date, and within five minutes you’d know that at the end you’d call an Uber to take you to Jake’s. Or vice versa: he’d show up at your door with a pocketful of condoms and a smirk. It always ended the same way. For almost a year, you and Jake had been filling the gaps of your dating life with each other. Friends with benefits. No strings. 

And, of course, you made a point to keep it from the friend group. Coyote would throw an absolute fit if he found out. 

[Note: Special shoutout to @clancycucumber230 for the idea!]

#jake hangman fic #top gun fanfiction #jake seresin #top gun imagine #jake hangman x you #jake seresin au #jake hangman imagine #hangman fanfiction #jake seresin x y/n #jake seresin x you #jake seresin x reader #jake hangman x reader #hangman x you #hangman x reader #top gun x you #top gun x reader

[satuguro]

⠀ཾ ༚ MORE FUN WITH THREE!

chad meeks martin x ethan landry x reader

#SYNOPSIS— nsfw/sfw head canons about dating ethan and chad <3

#CONTAINS— (sfw) domesticity!!, slight angst, comfort, overall fluff ; (nsfw) daddy/mommy kink, degradation, praise, and a lot more but those are the mains!

#AUTHORSNOTE— there isn’t enough domestic chad/ethan/reader stuff so i wrote this xx

#SFW

— you guys pined for each other for a while until any of you made a move. lots of longing looks and deep talk nights and sleepovers that felt more intimate than ‘just friend’ activities.

— but surprisingly, it was ethan who confessed first. the three of you were sharing a blunt around a pool during a party, and he suddenly started rambling about how much he liked you both romatically.

“it’s just like,” ethan breathes, leaning his head on your shoulder and absentmindedly fidgeting with chad’s fingers. “i talk a lot, right? i ramble and i talk and can’t ever seem to shut up— at least i’m self aware, y/n! —but when i look at the two of you.. it’s like my words just can’t come out. and i become quiet because i don’t know how you two exist.”

— ever since that night, you guys began dating!

— now this is not gonna be one of those head-cannons about how everything went smoothly because trust me it didn’t for a while.

— it was really up and down for the first year. chad has a bad habit of being jealous, which is nice if he wasn’t so in denial when you or ethan point it out.

— ethan has a tendency to space out/disassociate when things get too stressful (a result of his history with his family), which takes a lot of work and patience to work through. thankfully, you and chad have all the patience in the world for him.

— and you wouldn’t open up to them for a while, oftentimes running how you really felt and the bad parts of your past through a filter to make it seem not as bad (even though chad and ethan could read you like a book).

— there’s a lot more, but i will say that i don’t think ethan or chad is the type to really raise their voice during an argument. disagreements are resolved through firm talking between the three of you, and even when someone wants to scream or yell at the other person, they know that you all hate the sound of angry yelling, so you find others ways to cool off.

— anyways! you guys moved in together a year and a half into your relationship.

— chad’s the clean one and ethan’s the messy one (mainly bc he gets distracted by other stuff and forgets ro clean up after himself).

— both boys love sitting/joining you when you’re doing your hobbies. sometimes they even wanna learn from you! chad is a very quick learner while ethan is very eager to learn

— movie nights, video game nights, study nights, etc. are a very common thing bc all of you procrastinate college shit (except for chad, who is somehow more on top of it than you and ethan).

— chad can cook, ethan can bake, and you can do both! so meals are usually made by you and chad while ethan makes dessert.

— ethan also stress bakes.

the lack of a third body in your bed made you sit up groggily from your bed. “chad? chad,” you mumbled, shaking chad’s shoulder next to you, making him grumble a weak response. “where’s ethan?”

and as the two of you walked out, you still wrapped in your comforter, you were shocked to find your boyfriend making his third batch of cake pops over the counter. his hair was tousled and eye bags hung under his brown eyes, but ethan looked more awake than ever. his spider-man shirt was stained with flour and his pajama pants hung loosely around his waist. “ethan,” chad said with a sigh, “babes, it’s 3 am.”

“yeah but,” ethan began, whisking from frosting. “i have an exam in like two days and i needed to relax so i’m baking!”

“ethan, baby, come back to bed.”

— chad and ethan are sore losers!! every time the three of you play video games and you win they both sulk for like 10 minutes. but if you lose and one of them wins, they’re so cocky and they’re teasing you about it (assholes).

"guys, please talk to me," you said, watching as ethan stubbornly sat next to chad on the other side of the couch, pulling the blanket tight over the both of them and not around you."

"no," chad stated, putting an arm over ethan's shoulders and pulling him close. "this is what happens when you cheat at mario kart."

you huffed in annoyance before standing up, grabbing the blanket and forcing yourself in with them, ignoring their protests.

"y/n, you already won!" ethan groaned, still making room for you regardless of how much of a sore loser he was.

— you guys sleep on a king bed in a shared room and take turns being in the middle. usually chad likes being in the middle because that means he gets to feel both you and ethan sleeping on his chest.

— chad sleeps earlier than the both of you so sometimes he has to listen to you and ethan talk about basically nothing 30 minutes before going to bed.

“yeah, sex is great, but have you ever yawned so hard you felt tears?” ethan said, his face turned to yours as the three of you laid in bed.

chad heard you chuckle softly before saying, “it’s kind of like stretching so hard you cough. wait— does that mean you’d rather yawn with tears over having sex with us?”

“what? no!”

— sometimes when one of you is coming home late, you have nights with only one of them.

— when ethan is coming home late, you and chad both prepare a meal together. light music is playing in the background while you both prepare three plates (another for ethan when he gets home). chad has a habit of wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning his head on your shoulder while you cook. then after dinner you both watch a horror movie with popcorn (chad knows all the best horror movies thanks to mindy.) and take a shower together.

— when chad is coming home late, ethan helps you make dinner (he just chops vegetables and sometimes meat. poor boy can’t cook) and is constantly snacking on the food before it’s even prepared. you both save chad a plate before having a little ‘spa day.’ you both take a bath and put on face masks and (mildly) catch each other up on gossip.

— when you’re coming home late, either chad makes dinner and ethan helps or he does the work and ethan sits on the counter and tells him about all the drama (chad likes to say he doesn’t like listening, but you and ethan know he does). sometimes ethan makes him do a face mask with him and then they go play video games for the rest of the night until you come home.

— your apartment has a loveseat on the side that you all like to cuddle on while your friends are over.

— folding clothes together in the living room while watching shows like bob’s burgers.

— you guys definitely have a cat that’s named ‘kelp’ or something weird like that. when you first got the cat chad was def a little disappointed (he wanted a dog) but now he’s your cat’s favorite (much to you and ethan’s chagrin).

— whenever you say ‘i love you,’ there’s always two responses of ‘i love you more,’ back. and that phrase is something really important to the three of you.

— you like to say it during the times when you really mean it. you always love them, but there’s random times where you’re just watching them talk to each other at the dinner table and you’ll just say ‘i love you,’ because how nice is it that you can always have dinner with them?

— ethan incorporates it into his daily phrases, stuff like, “i’m gonna go now, i love you!” and “good night, i love you.” he also says it a lot while he’s drunk (he’s a sucker for you and chad, what can he say).

— chad says it during random times. sometimes he’ll just walk by you or ethan in the kitchen, pressing brief kisses to your shoulders and murmuring, “i love you.” or he’ll taste something you or ethan made and say, “oh my god, i love you. this is incredible.”

— ethan talks a lot and you and chad listen.

— sometimes chad and ethan both ramble to you about something that you know nothing about but do you care? no, because you do the exact same thing and they are always so interested

— chad and ethan go on gym dates and chad always makes ethan his pre workout for him in the morning before they leave <3

— you guys also have a shared groupchat! ethan uses it to send photos throughout his day of random things with cute little comments like ‘look at this dog i saw ◡̈’ or ‘i ordered what y/n usually gets at starbucks! i think it’s actually pretty good!’

—you use it to send photos of when you see him or chad across campus. honestly you do it cause you think it’s funny how most of the photos you take look like they’re from a stalker.

— chad uses it to send photos of the sky whenever he thinks it’s pretty (because it reminds him of the both of you). he also uses it to get yours or ethan’s opinion on something, whether it’s clothes, what he’s buying from the store, etc.

— whenever one of you is stressed/sad you have two people giving you comfort immediately. of course chad is always the one who asks, “do you want comfort or advice?” just because he wants to make sure he’s doing the right thing. but regardless the three of you have learned how to take care of each other.

#NSFW

— there was definitely a moment before you all began dating where ethan said, “wait, does that mean i’m gonna die a virgin?” and you and chad caught each other staring at ethan as though you were willing to change that for him.

chad noticed you stare at ethan, eyes set on him as though you were weighing the consequences of fucking your best friend in your head (not that chad could say anything; he was doing the same thing). your eyes noticed chad’s look, making you raise a brow at him.

“what’re you looking at, chad?”

“what’re you looking at, y/n?”

— ethan has the biggest sex drive out of the three of you. he was really inexperienced when you all started dating but after you and chad taught him the ropes he’s literally always horny.

— chad definitely prefers to be in charge in the bedroom (daddy kink for the win) but he’s actually a switch. you and ethan are only people he’s ever been submissive for.

— you’re a switch for the most part, but you do enjoy domming both chad and ethan (because who wouldn’t?) especially when they both start teasing you out in public/throughout the day (which happens a lot).

— ethan’s definitely a switch but he does prefer to be submissive to you and chad because he has a raging daddy/mommy kink oops

— you and ethan are pretty vocal in bed, but chad isn’t. a lot of the noises he makes is groans and dirty talk (which is literally filthy).

— but one time you and ethan were teasing him and chad let out a whine. when i tell you the tables changed so quickly..

— chad also does this lazy smile/smirk when one of you is riding him/sucking him off that makes him look so cocky and he knows it.

— chad’s cockiness also def shows through in his degradation/praise.

“that’s it, suck my cock,” chad murmured, one of his arms behind his head as ethan took his cock into his mouth. you were right next to him, licking at chad’s balls as ethan began bobbing his head. the poor boy was a mess of saliva and tears dripping down his chin, his head of curls gripped tightly by chad as his hips thrusted his fat cock deeper into ethan’s mouth.

a needy whine left your lips as ethan pulled off of chad’s cock, gasping in a breath before continuing to stroke it in his hands. then you both leaned in, eyes set on chad and the lazy smile on his face, before your tongues met at chad’s tip. with his tip in between your mouths, you and ethan made out with each other, whimpers and low moans falling from your mouths. licking into ethan’s mouth and tonguing at chad’s fat tip, you moaned at the sloppiness of it all, feeling yours and ethan’s saliva drip down your chins.

the lewd sight alone made chad moan, head falling back briefly. “god, you’re both so needy. you love sucking my dick that much that you both wanna share?”

“mm.. yes daddy.”

— sex is serious for the most part but sleepy sex/morning sex is always so giggly for you guys. especially when ethan and chad want to eat you out together.

“chad— dude, you gotta move to the side,” ethan groaned, trying to move himself next to the taller man. your legs were spread wide, both of them held open by chad’s hand and ethan’s, and feeling their two eyes on you, you suddenly felt exposed.

“how do we—” chad began leaning his head in at the same time as ethan’s and bumping their heads, making them both laugh. carding your hands through their hair, you couldn’t help but giggle before it turned into a moan.

chad and ethan’s tongue met in the middle as they spread your legs wider. leaning over, chad went to suck on your clit while ethan leaned down to fuck your sopping hole with his tongue, making your back arch. “there you go,” chad murmured, breath fanning over your cunt as he massages the inside of your thighs.

“mm, you taste so good, y/n,” ethan said, eyes hazy as he slipped a finger into you.

— sometimes ethan wakes the both of you up by giving you both head. he gets really needy! and if you wake up before him that’s how you wake chad up

— you love teasing them. sometimes you grind your ass against them a little too much while passing by them in the kitchen or you wear shorts around the apartment that you know chad loves, along with a tank top without a bra (so ethan’s practically drooling at your breasts)

— it usually ends with them being in charge that night. especially if your little teasing game goes on for the entire day and you pretend you know nothing about it; both of them want to punish you <3

“fuck— daddy, ‘m close,” ethan whined, throwing his head back as his cock slipped into your lips again. you peered up at him through heavy lashes, his length stifling your whimpers as chad’s cock sank deeper inside of you.

“go ahead, baby boy. cum all over y/n’s face,” chad said with a groan, watching shamelessly as your cunt took every inch of his thick cock. “fuck, you really love taking dick, huh?” he said with a breathless laugh, thrusting his hips into you harshly and reveling in the cry you let out. “too bad you won’t get to cum just yet. not until we’re finished.”

ethan let out a whine as he came all over your face, eyes set on how your tongue stuck out for him and the way it caught only some of his cum. the rest painted your face so beautifully that ethan couldn’t help but grab some with his thumb and put it into your mouth. obediently, your lips wrapped around his thumb and sucked off the rest of the cum.

— sorry not sorry ethan loves his ass ate idc. he becomes such a slit the second he feels you or chad’s tongue on his hole, arching his back and babbling, “mommy/daddy, more. please— oh fuck me.”

— chad also has an obsession with eating you out. when i tell you that man knows how to eat pussy i mean it. sit on his face, suffocate him— he wants it all as long as he’s between your thighs.

— that being said he also loves eating ethan out. primarily because ethan ends up crying and he’s just so pretty when he cries.

— chad’s sadistic/masochistic (he’s def a service top) and ethan’s the same way. but ethan’s sadism and masochism can go extreme; he loves denying you and chad of your orgasms over and over, but if you were to deny him of his over and over he’d love it more.

— chad sometimes just leans back and lets you and ethan do whatever you want to him. you could use his dick like a toy and ethan could ride his face and chad could die a happy man right there, knowing that he’s pleasuring the both of you.

— ethan has an oral fixation to the max. he always needs something in his mouth, whether it’s your tits, yours or chad’s fingers, chad’s cock, or your pussy, he just loves having his mouth full.

— whenever you’re domming, ethan is always so good while chad is nothing but a brat. but there are some rare occasions when ethan is being bratty and you and chad have to punish him.

“daddy— daddy slow down—!” ethan cried out, his hips automatically snapping against you as a result of chad’s pounding. he was crying at this point, fat tears streaming down his cheeks as he was stuck between chad’s thick cock and your tight pussy. his own cock was so hard, but the cock ring around it made it impossible for him to fuck a load into you. not that you or chad seemed to care.

“you wanted to act like such a brat earlier, ethan,” you said with faux pity, teeth digging into your bottom lip as ethan’s cock thrusted inside of you repeatedly.

“which means,” chad said, slapping ethan’s ass and making the boy moan, “you can’t give us fucking orders.” he thrusted deeper into his boyfriend, listening to the ‘uh, uh, uhs’ ethan let out as his cock fucked him harder.

“i wanna cum,” ethan sniffled, ignoring your scolding as he took your hips and thrusted into you, making your head fall back as you moaned deliciously. “daddy, p—please— mm, mm— let me cum, mommy.”

chad only chuckled darkly at that, letting out a low moan as he came inside ethan’s ass, filling him with cum— his first load of the night. “brats don’t get to cum.”

— i will say this rn; the aftercare is soso good.

— chad basically has all of your needs memorized by heart. bath? he already had it ready. food? there’s snacks on the bedside table. alone time? the guest room has its bed made and the t.v on. cuddles? of course, just let him clean you up and get you some water. don’t wanna get up? good, chad would rather you lay there while he gets everything ready.

— it kind of goes for all of you as well. you and chad are usually giving the aftercare while ethan’s receiving. but ethan knows the aftercare you both need too!

— especially after pretty hard scenes, ethan knows to reassure you both that he’s okay. it doesn’t happen often, but when you and chad feel horrible for talking to ethan in such a way, he goes out of his way to take care of you just like you both take care of him <3

#scream 6 imagines #scream 6 smut #ethan landry smut #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry imagines #ethan landry imagine #ethan landry #ethan landry x you #ethan landry fluff #ethan landry x y/n #scream fanfic #scream 6 fanfic #ethan landry fanfiction #scream 6 imagine #scream vi imagine #scream vi smut #scream vi imagines #chad meeks martin x reader #chad meeks martin smut #chad meeks martin x ethan landry #chad meeks martin imagine #chad meeks martin imagines #chad meeks martin x you #chad meeks martin x y/n #chad meeks martin fanfiction #chad meeks martin fanfic #chad meeks martin fluff

[milkyst4rs]

ahhh ur bf headcannons are so cute!! could u do them for jjk boys?

BF Headcannons

Gojo, Nanami, Megumi, Yuuji, Geto x GN Reader

Weee thanku for your request 🫶🏽 I hope you like this !! Here is the Genshin ver. :3

Gojo

Oh.

Noisy ass mf, always poking your cheek at 3 in the morning cause he can't sleep🙄 he cute though so whatever.

Loves to show you off to every living thing on planet Earth. "LOOK WHAT [NAME] GOT ME!!'!:@33&" You could give him a half eaten sandwich and he'll cherish that and label it as a sacred gift.

Loves to give you bear hugs and big kisses. You could be coming back home from work, he will be waiting by the door the moment he senses you. He kisses you with those dramatic "MWAH" sounds ☠️

My guy is just happy he found someone he can joke around and love with. Will do absolutely anything to protect you :3

The way he looks at you, just full of love and adoration 😭😭 sometimes he feels like he doesn't deserve you and it gets him quite down. You somehow always know how he's feeling so his sadness just evaporates the moment he feels your lips and comforting words <3

Nanami

Soft bf soft bf soft bf

Treats you like an angel sent from the heavens.

Brings you out for study dates, old school movies and BAKING AAAAA just imagine cooking up some cookies and nanami is helping you out wearing a hot pink apron ☠️

Has an obvious soft spot for you, he will be grumbling about something (gojo) but the moment he sees you he just melts and gives you the softest smile and kiss 😭

His favourite pastime is just being with you. Sleeping, reading, bathing, working. All with you. His life line <3

Megumi

cutest boy ever to walk the face of the earth. EVER.

Is very shy the first time you both got into a relationship. Always hiding his face in his hands so you don't see him blushing when you kiss him 🥲

Tries to keep you a secret from his friends (gojo), so they don't embarrass him and scare you away☠️. They found out eventually though, the way Megumi started choking when they mentioned your name was a key lead in their little investigation.

Walking his dogs in the morning together hand in hand, laughing about jokes and just being in the comforting presence of each other.

Likes to hold your hand <3 He definitely isn't too fond of pda but he HAS to have his hand on you somewhere.

Yuuji

Biggest ray of sunshine ever🫶🏽

Such a supportive bf istg, he will always be on your side helping you accomplish a goal and gets so happy for you when you do 🥲

Like gojo, he will do anything to make sure your safety is guaranteed. You probably are willing to do anything for him too, and he finds solace in that.

He always has this lovesick grin when he is with you, doesn't care about the weird looks Nobara and Megumi give him. My man is in love and he will not stop at anything!!!

Always has his arm around your waist when you are walking together, both of you feel safer with each other so he can let his walls down when he is with you.

Geto

Smoothest guy you will ever meet.

Loves to tease you and gush over your flustered state. You genuinely make him feel happy and that's why bro is so in love w u😢

He finds peace and comfort being in your embrace, like all his troubles have faded away.

Always finds himself getting lost in your eyes. When you ask him about it, he shuts you up with a passionate kiss.

I feel like he's one of those guys who put a hand on your waist to move you out the way😍😍😍😍😍 MMMMM YES. He will be like "excuse me love ☺️" AAAAAA

He know you are whipped for him so he has a little bit of privilege in your shared home. I mean, how can you stay mad at him. He is equally as enamoured by you so it's all cool.

His kisses with you are either passionate and rough or gentle and soft <3 He just revels in the feeling of your skin against his, he just loves it so much.

#jjk gojo #gojo x gender neutral reader #gojo x you #gojo x reader #nanami x reader #jjk nanami #nanami kento #megumi x reader #megumi jjk #megumi headcanons #itadori fluff #itadori x reader #jjk geto #getou suguru x reader #jjk fluff #jujutsukaisen fluff

[tokyo-debunkers-headcanons]

is it possible to request da vagastrom ghouls + jin and luca and their reactions when someone makes their s/o cry (preferably romantic if that’s okie) i would really love to see ur ideas on this!

Ooooh! I love this one! Thank you for sending in a request!

ALAN MIDO

Alan is VERY protective of his partner. It doesn't matter if they could kick his ass in a fight, he is protective. The second he catches wind of his MC crying for ANY reason, he drops his tools and goes RUNNING to them (like my mans is SPRINTING).

He first and foremost makes sure that MC is physically okay before getting to what happenedm He's not the best at comfort so he starts by using his size and reputation to get info from any witnesses.

It actually manages to work somehow and as soon as he gets his hands on the jackass who made them cry. Its straight to the pit to make an example of them.

When the two of them are alone at last. He does his best to try and comfort them, but like I said he's not the best with that stuff. So the best is an awkward hug, a listening ear, and him trying very hard to find and play a YouTube video to make them feel better....but very they have to help him with it.

SHOHEI HAIZONO "SHO"

He heard from Leo that MC was caught crying while he was cooking and for once, he quickly made sure that there was no chance of a fire, and stops in the middle of his cooking to go find MC.

Sho, on the other side of things, kicks ass before anything else. He's dragging the dumbass to the pit and kicks the shit out of him. Sho doesn't hold back like Alan does. It was an clear win from the get go, so the Sho betters in the pit were taking candy from babies.

After wiping the floor with the dipshit, he runs back to MC, gently taking their hands and lead them right back to the Vagastrom kitchen. He sets aside whatever he was cooking beforehand and asked what they wanted to eat.

He won't take no for an answer, and it doesn't matter if he doesn't have the ingredients. He will take them out on Bonnie to get their mind off of things. When he has everything he needs, he'll make whatever they want to eat.

If they want they want to, he'll even try his hand at baking. With their help of course, but he's more of a cook than a baker. Anything to help his MC feel better

LEO KUROSAGI

Oh HELL no! They're done. Absolutely destroyed. No not physically, Leo doesn't fight.

But word gets around quickly, especially on the social medias but Leo waits for MC to come to him. In the meantime, he finds as much dirt as possible on whoever the hell was there.

He's looking at security cams, wickchat posts, tiktoks, etc. It takes him at MOST half an hour to find who fucked up. And another half hour to find out some pretty juicy dirt on whoever it is.

He used an alt account to leak said juicy dirt by the time MC came to him. When they do, he lets MC cuddle up to him and doomscroll tiktok with him, filtering out anything about what happened and focusing on animal and funny tiktoks.

JIN KAMURAI

This is another who would wait for MC to come to him. But if they take too long he's sending either a text or Tohma to go bring them to him

He actually sends Tohma to get details on what happened as soon as he can. Tohma being Tohma, gets all the details that Jin needs.

Jin looks for things he can use to make that person's life a living hell. Assuming they're a student, he uses his connections to get them all the way down to probation.

And te thing about Jin is, his lasts. He makes an example of this person for MONTHS or at least as long as he can get away with it.

As for what he does with MC when they're crying. I think he takes them to his room and puts down the tough guy act for once. He'll give them a little forehead kiss and talks all nice and quiet with reassuring words, but just this once. (That a bald faced lie, he's just too stubborn to admit he's soft for his partner)

#tokyo debunker #frostheim #jin kamurai #lucas errant #headcanons #luca #Vagastrom #alan mido #shohei haizono #sho #leo kurosagi

[freneticfloetry]

Owen has a popular food blog that cheerfully promises 'healthier' versions of traditional recipes. Carlos is an up and coming Austin chef trying to celebrate actual traditional recipes, and he can only get sent links for 'how to make frijoles refritos in half the time with half the fat (hint, the secret is avocado oil)' and 'tamales - the secret ingredient is flax seed' before he starts a flame war. The problem is there's been a confusion and he thinks Owen's name is TK, and he doesn't know that the cute pastry chef at his favorite bakery who keeps slipping him an extra pain au chocolate with his bread order is actually TK. Go.

LMAO LIM YOU’RE KILLING ME.

1. When the first link slides into his DMs from a random anonymous Instagram, pointing to an article on lettuce wraps replacing tortillas for Taco Tuesday, Carlos elects to ignore it — he’s already at war with the TexMex chains and Taco Bells of the world, he doesn’t have energy to answer every armchair chef who thinks they’ve unlocked the secrets of making Mexican food for the health nut masses.

2. Chefs eat terribly, Cheat Days are bullshit, and there’s a reason why Carlos works out the way he does. That reason is carbs. And also, maybe, the guy with the gorgeous green eyes behind the counter at the panadería down the street who bakes bread that makes him want to take off his pants. They make terrible food puns at each other daily. It’s the most comfortable Carlos has ever felt while flirting.

3. He’s not sure what this Tyler Kennedy seems to have against actual flavor, but at this point it feels personal. Several unsolicited links later, he’s barely skimmed a post on using coconut oil in the masa mix for tamales before he’s furiously typing a comment that starts — all caps — IS NOTHING SACRED, JUST LEAVE THE LARD ALONE.

4. One day there’s a number on the side of his Cronut box that he stares at for far too long. But before he knows what’s happening he’s wrapped up in a text exchange with TK from the bakery, swapping stories about his abuela’s recipes and his food blog nemesis and the friction growing up gay in a kitchen has always caused with his father. TK can somehow sympathize on two fronts with one dad, and tells him all about how he started baking with his mom almost out of spite.

5. Carlos has always been fascinated by baking, if a little vexed — cooking is art, but baking is science. TK offers a private lesson after hours. They end up with flour in a few unexpected places, but he definitely learns a thing or two.

Send me a potential AU and I’ll tell you five fun facts that would happen in a story.

#au game #asked and answered

[spiderrrling]

can you do a reader that loves to cook so she makes eddie a homemade meal 🥺 maybe after he survives the upside down/demobats and is hiding out/resting up. they don’t know each other really well so he’s surprised by her kindness and concern. rest is up to you! fluff, smut, anything!

This is a really cute concept, as someone who loves food I appreciate this very much, please find attached a slightly altered version that includes cookies and a very soft and concerned Eddie

Summary - somehow you and your rag tag crew make it back through to Hawkins, but when you struggle to sleep you decide to bake some cookies and get some unexpected company, would take place around the first half of episode 8

Warnings - none in particular, just the general stranger things warnings

Masterlist - Taglist - 3K follower celebration

The past three days had been filled with nothing but stupid mistakes and one life or death situation after another. Your first mistake? You had let Dustin and Max drag you along on their hunt for repeat senior Eddie Munson.

But that was only the first mistake of many to come, you had gotten into Steve's car as he drove to Reefer Ricks address, you had helped hide away a man wrongfully accused of murder. You had willingly jumped after Nancy into Lovers Lake, that mistake nearly cost you your life.

A man wrongfully accused of multiple homicides, that you were convinced he was not guilty of. He also happened to be the person you had just the tiniest little crush on.

The only positive that had come out of all of this? Eddie Munson had actually spoken to you, on more than one occasion. Granted it was far from a setting you would have preferred it in, but all the same you had still gotten to talk to him. He had the most calming effect on you, even being a wanted man who had been dragged through hell the past couple of days he was still laughing, still cracking jokes.

His presence in this entire big mess you had gotten yourself into was comforting.

Defying what felt like all odds you and your group had made it back through the gate, and Nancy was at least alive despite her encounter with the otherworldly demon that Dustin had called Vecna.

You and your rag tag group were hiding out in the Mayfield’s trailer, not sure of what was to come next. Deciding it was best to try and get some sleep while you could. The younger members of the group were fast asleep in Max’s room. You had settled for the couch, but  your body refused to let you sleep.

Whenever you closed your eyes your entire body froze and your blood ran cold. Pictures of the upside down flashed before your eyes, the bats, Steve’s injuries, Nancy being possessed. It was all too much for you to handle. And while your body wanted nothing more than to rest there was no way your mind would let you.

That is when you finally decided you were going to be making one really good choice. Raiding the Mayfield’s kitchen and cooking up whatever you could find.  And it was when your eyes landed on the bag of chocolate chips you knew you were about to make the best choice.

Trying your best to be quiet so as to not wake the others you started the process of baking a batch of cookies, something you all desperately could use. Your body went into an almost autopilot like state, your mind drifting off as you let your body do the work for you.

You were sitting on the floor in front of the oven as he entered the trailer, your eyes so fixed on the pastries in the oven that you didn’t hear him enter.

“What are you doing?” You jumped when you heard the voice, not expecting anyone else to be awake. Turning around Eddie Munson was standing behind you in the tiny kitchen. His hair was a mess, still slightly wet from the dip in the lake, and his eyes were dark and heavy with sleep deprivation. “Sorry- didn’t mean to scare you.” His voice dipped as he apologised.

It was clear Eddie hadn’t gotten any sleep either, he smelled ever so slightly of cigarette smoke and he was no longer wearing his leather jacket. 

“Cookies.” You wished  you could manage a couple more words, but your entire mind was simply empty. “Couldn’t sleep?” He asked, and there was almost something gentle in his eyes as he asked. You simply shook your head in response.

“Mind if I sit?” Eddie said as he was already sitting down next to you. He didn’t really care for your response, he just so badly did not want to be alone right now.  “Not at all.” You laughed quietly.

“Why’d you bake the cookies?”

“I needed something to do, I couldn’t just sit still.” You started to explain, and you noticed how he was looking directly at you, his dark brown eyes meeting yours. “Besides I suppose it’s something we could all use.”

“Hey I won’t say no to a cookie right now, that is for sure.”

You sat there for a couple of minutes, simply looking into the oven and appreciating the heat that was radiating off it. Both of you were illuminated by the small yellow oven light.

“Shirt looks good on you.” Eddie said and broke the silence that had been hanging between you.

You were wearing his shirt, yours had been halfway ripped apart by the demo bats, tearing your old shirt to nothing more than rags. And when you had gotten back through the gate he had offered you one of his. It was a concert t-shirt from a band you didn’t know, the shirt was many sizes too large and smelled of cheap laundry detergent. “Thanks.��� You whispered back.

Had you been in any other situation you would have blushed and become flustered at just the idea of wearing one of Eddie’s shirts. But there you were, sitting on the Mayfield’s kitchen floor in one of his shirts, being complimented by the person you had been crushing on forever and you could barely muster forward a smile.

The situation was ridiculous and impossible, and you knew that. Yet there you both were, sitting so close but there was still a very clear distance between you.

You wrapped your arms around you, feeling another shiver run down the length of your spine. Ever since getting back you hadn’t been able to get warm, it was as if a part of you was permanently frozen.

“Why are you sitting on the floor? Afraid your baked treats will run away if you don’t keep an eye on them?”

“It’s warm, comforting.”

“Cold?” Eddie asked as he noticed you shivering and he reached for one of your hands. “Jesus you’re freezing.” He held your hand sandwiched between his trying to warm you up. His hands were softer than you expected considering all of his years of playing guitar.

“Come here.” Eddie helped pull you to your feet and ushered you over to the couch, quickly wrapping a blanket around you before sitting next to you, taking your hand in his once more.

Your heart was fluttering in your chest, sitting there having your hands warmed up by Eddie. A surreal moment you never could have anticipated even in your wildest dreams. But as you were enjoying the moment and finally starting to relax into his touch, the timer for the cookies started to beep and it ripped both of you from the trance you had been captured in.

But before you could reat Eddie had let go of your hand and jumped to his feet “Let me.” He chuckled and grabbed an oven mitt to pull the cookies out of the oven and left them to rest, but not before he picked one up off the tray. Cursing quietly to himself as he accidentally touched the hot metal plate and you couldn’t help but laugh quietly to yourself.

Eddie slumped down next to you and broke the cookie in half, offering you the other piece which you gladly took. His hand found yours again almost instinctively and this time he laced your fingers together.

“Cheers.” Eddie smiled widely and held up his half and you clinked your piece against his. “Cheers.”

“What’s so funny?” There seemed to be genuine concern in Eddie’s voice.

“A week ago you didn’t even know my name, and now you’re sitting here sharing a cookie with me and holding my hand, it’s kind of ridiculous if you think about it.”

“A week ago I was living happily not knowing there was an alternate dark version of Hawkins filled with demons and ghouls.” Eddie nodded gently, the past couple of days had been insane. “But I did know your name.”

“You did?” 

“I would have been stupid not to.”

At this point you couldn’t tell if this was actually happening, or if you had passed out earlier and this was another one of your delirious dreams.

“Hey if we make it through this-” Eddie started speaking and your eyes came up to meet his brown ones. “Would you mind if I asked you out? I’m going to need more of these cookies.”

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[frozenwolftemplar]

Writer's Month Day 20: Different First Meeting

Fandom: Tangled: the Series

Rating: G

Word Count: 1,287

I had something longer planned, but quite honestly didn't feel up to editing something long. Then @twotangledsisters mentioned a favorite Eugene & Cassandra fic, which got me thinking about their dynamic. Somehow, that evolved into this, an AU where Eugene and Lance's orphanage was located in Corona and they meet Cass as kids.

Hope you enjoy!

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“Gotta say, Arnie:” Eugene Fitzherbert drew in a deep breath of air as he strode up Queen’s Avenue, sighing with satisfaction at the scents of baking bread, the thin wisps of smoke from morning fires, and various other aromatic hallmarks of a mildly-nice Corona city street. “The world just feels different when you’re ten.”

“Really?” Arnwaldo blinked over at him, eyes agog with nine-year-old wonder. “How?”

Eugene stopped to draw another breath, this time more thoughtful, chin high and arms akimbo. “Manlier.”

“Wow...” Arnwaldo gazed awestruck up at his friend, cutting an unprecedentedly mature figure against the backdrop of Walton’s Butchery. “And what’s *that* like?”

Eugene looked down at Arnwaldo with a patronizing grin, the kind he saw grown-ups directing at kids who were likable despite knowing nothing about the world. “Can’t really describe it, buddy, but you’ll understand when you’re older. Now come on.” He flipped a half-copper into the air, the consolation awarded to every orphanage kid when another year of their lives passed by at that dismal little building. “Hope the markets are ready for Eugene and Arnwaldo, the big spenders of the day!”

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After much deliberation, the newly-minted ‘man’ and his year-younger buddy decided to spend their untold riches on the splendor that was a caramel apple (discounted, with a wink, down from the usual three coppers after Uncle Monty learned of then expressed his admiration for “Corona’s newest gentleman”). Sitting on a crate overlooking the square, the boys took turns savoring bites of the delicacy that was Eve’s temptation coated in sticky-sweet ambrosia until all that remained was the stick, which Eugene handed over to Arnwaldo without fuss (because men didn’t argue over who got to lick the stick. Plus Arnwaldo really liked doing that).

“Ah.” Eugene leaned back comfortably, sun-warmed brick against his back. “Manhood’s great.”

“I’ll say,” Arnwaldo concurred, licking the stick (because what could be better than having a generous ‘big spender’ man as you best buddy?).

Stomach comfortably filled with sugar, Eugene relaxed and let his gaze drift over the square, taking in the friendly bustle of before him.. Every inch of the square fluttered with activity, noise, and color, a thousand smaller stories playing out within that one larger one of Corona on Market Day. Housewives with baskets over their arms inspected turnips and pumpkins and other harvested goods, pressing their thumbs into them to check for the warning bell that was ‘give;’ men in country garb swapped stories and worked out barters as they sipped ale under a cafe awning (pity he didn’t have a second copper; he’d like to try that aspect of manhood); off to a side, Old Man Olson had set up his usual queek stand and was jovially taking bets from the crowd of onlookers that always assembled there; off to another, a fat woman with a basket over her arm (probably someone’s cook, judging by her garb and mien) inspected a pen full of milling, honking geese, trying to discern the unlucky plumpest of their lot. Sounds of industry and snippets of conversation flew like flushed birds from every which way, crashing into one another and forming an amalgam of voices and discourses that swelled to fill the space with a wonderful din. It wasn’t loud enough to be deafening, by far; just loud enough to make you feel not so alone in the world, and Eugene sighed.

Being an orphan sucked, but being an orphan in Corona, he was sure, sucked less than it would in other places, because life in Corona, he could admit was pretty sweet.

“Cut it out!”

...At least, he thought it was.

Eyes he hadn’t realized were drifting shut flew open, and Eugene searched for the source of the indignant voice. Off to a side, not terribly far from his crate, a girl with short black hair (short? Weird. Girls could have short hair?) and a brown dress peeled away from a knot of kids laughing uproariously and pelted down the alley the girl had disappeared down.

He frowned. He knew that kind of laughter.

“Where you going, Eugene?” Arnwaldo asked as Eugene leapt, deft and catlike, from the crate. He clambered down after him, tossing the licked-clean stick over his shoulder to make the leatherworker’s dog’s day.

Eugene didn’t answer, simply striding over to the knot of kids. “Hey!” He waited until he had the group’s attention, then tilted his head towards the girl’s alley in an indicating way. “What was that all about?”

One boy, tall with too-short sleeves and trouser legs, the obvious ringleader, stepped to the front with a vulpine grin. “Aw, nothing much. Just having a little fun.”

“That girl didn’t look like she was having fun,” Eugene tossed back with set expression.

“Pfft, Cassandra?” The boy waved a dismissive hand. “Don’t worry ‘bout her. She’s always that way about things. Can’t take a joke. Besides,” he leaned in closer, as if they were the only two kids in the world who were in on a mature-boys-only secret, and said with a waggish wink: “Cast-offs like her don’t really count for anything, you know?”

Oh, Eugene knew.

And he also knew that certain duties came with manhood.

The boy was taller than him and wiry to boot, the kind who would win fights if he chose to pick them, but Eugene didn’t think about that; you *didn’t* think when the world turned red before your eyes. Without a word, he stepped forward and shoved the boy, hard

A gasp, peppered with squeals, ripped through the assembled kids as their leader stumbled backwards, caught his heel on a rebelliously eleven cobblestone, failed to recapture his balance and- “OOF!” -landed hard on his rear in a murky, questionable-looking puddle.

Eugene smirked as a silence fell over the group. Judging by the stench of that puddle, a horse had as much a hand in it as as last night’s rain. Good. Served the turd right. Cast-offs had it hard enough without morons like whatever-his-name-was teasing them for no good reason. Satisfied at the comeuppance he’d dealt, he turned on his heel and marched, head high and self-assured, down the alley the girl- Cassandra- had disappeared down.

“Hey!” The boy shouted after dealing out his own shove at a boy who’d dared to snigger at his state. “Where do you think you’re going?” (No one made a fool of him and got away with it).

“What’s it to you?” Eugene spat over his shoulder. “Cast-offs don’t count, remember?”

There was a silent beat as Eugene’s words sunk in, then a scoff. “Suit yourself, bonehead!” The boy shouted back, unrepentant. “It’s your funeral!”

“Eugene?” Arnwaldo, conquering his awe at Eugene’s boldness in the face of kids with parents who could complain to the Sisters and earn you a whipping (gosh, he couldn’t wait until he was ten and a Man), whispered as he fell in step beside Eugene. “Are you sure ‘bout this? Going to see that girl? I mean, what if there’s a reason those kids don’t like her?” He didn’t mention ‘funeral’ lingering in the air after them.

Eugene’s eyes darkened int he dim light of the alley. Arnwaldo’s ma died after having him, and his pa got kicked in the head by a mad cow not long after. He didn’t know what it was to be burdened with that especial sort of pain, deep and aching, that being abandoned by your own parents left behind; could never understand the scar it left across your soul, so cold it burned, and that continued to pulse raw and angry *years* after it first bled. But Eugene...did.

And he wasn’t about to let this girl, this Cassandra, suffer through it alone like he did.

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Author's Note: Part two coming soon! 😊

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[turtleybeachin]

Burnout in the Devildom: Simeon's Chapter

(re-post to share entire fic on tumblr)

Pairing: Simeon x GN MC Rating: G Word Count: 2k Tags: Fluff, Comfort, Platonic, Angelic Angels, Luke's Baking

You’ve been working hard in the Devildom. Classes are intense, especially when it feels like you’re having to play catch-up just to have basic understandings of things everyone else knows innately. Add to that living with seven avatars of sin who can’t go more than six hours without some sort of catastrophe, and somehow you’re always dragged into the middle of their chaos to sort things out and be their big sibling despite being the actual baby of the entire world?

You’re exhausted. The sort of exhaustion that does not just go away after a good night’s rest and an eye mask and a glass of human-world wine. The sort of exhaustion that starts sapping the life out of everything you do, everything you touch, until you feel like you’re just going through the motions and always one inconvenience away from a complete meltdown.

Content warning: I can't help but get a little spiritual and a little faith-based with a literal angel. There is discussion of God and prayer in this chapter, though the ultimate focus is on Simeon himself.

SIMEON:

There is a bit of a misconception about angels and their roles among humans. Well, several misconceptions, to be honest, but currently one in particular stands out to him:  Prayers are not always answered, and healing does not always come in the way you expect. (Wouldn't that be nice if it did, though? If you could bow your head and fold your hands and your pain just went away?)

But that is not how the Father works, and it is not how an angel works either. Sometimes the act of prayer can help, but that, little lamb, is entirely your doing. Because sometimes just sharing the burden lightens it, and knowing there is someone out there listening and on your side can give you the strength and the courage to keep pushing through the shadows yourself.

You already have everything you need. Now it is merely a matter of finding the place and the moment to make your stand. And that is something nobody else can choose for you.

He understands that before you can ask for help, you first have to understand what help you actually need. Before you can allow someone else to help shoulder the burden, you have to comprehend what burdens you. Those are things you must tackle alone, no matter how much your loved ones wish to help you through it.

So when Luke is fussing about how you've seemed down, and he overhears the brothers talking of your moods and how to help them, he does not engage. He smiles at the little angel and reminds him to let you come to him in your own time, and he steers clear of the well-meaning demons who have already made up their minds.

That plan was altered when he saw you hunched over your desk, arms bent up to cage in your head and hide you from the otherwise empty classroom. You were both in a lower-tier Devildom Law class separate from the brothers who were much more versed in the subject (whether or not they acted like it). 

Usually you managed fine, but that day you had been called on to answer a question when you hadn't volunteered. You'd fumbled half of an incorrect answer, and flushed with an angry heat when a few other demons in the class tittered at the human being caught unprepared.

He tugged a chair over to sit down on the other side of your desk, and bent himself double to rest his cheek on his folded arms. His elbow bumped yours, and under the desk your knees knocked. "Would you like to talk about it?" he asks the shadows hiding your face. You mumble something incoherent. "Then would you like to come help Luke and I with some baking tonight? All we really need is an extra body to convince Solomon we already have too many hands in the kitchen. We can pay you in baked goods."

Because, sweet MC, you do recall he spent many centuries with the brothers before their fall, yes? He knows pride like Lucifer, knows self-doubt like Leviathan, knows denial like Mammon. He is well-versed in offering excuses for others to maintain their illusions. 

You can't quite fight the smile that ghosts your features at the plea for help, and with a sigh bigger than you are, you agree to offer your services for pastries. It's something more than the nothing you'd had on your agenda, but you can imagine much worse fates than an evening at Purgatory Hall.

So you find yourself perched on a stool at the kitchen island, given the very vital task of choosing cookie cutters from the collection Luke has amassed. You aren't allowed to do 'anything strenuous' as you're a guest here, so your tasks are the most delightful ones: you clean the bowl with your finger, and you pick out the frosting and sprinkles, and you 'get rid of' the broken cookies to hide the evidence of failure.

It's hard to be upset about anything with Luke chattering happily nearby about his adventures of the day, and Simeon sweeping around the room to help as needed (whether Luke can't reach something or you seem overburdened with a bowl to clean all by yourself), and the occasional presence of Solomon loitering in a doorway offering his help and being loudly and swiftly rebuked. 

By the time the cookies are complete, the stress of the day has been mostly forgotten. It still is there, of course, but it's not at the forefront of your thoughts. Luke insists on packing up a generous portion of cookies for you to take back to the House of Lamentation for yourself "and to share if you want, but don't let those demons just take them!". 

Simeon begs your company a little longer, inviting you up to his room for some tea to wash down the decadent sweets, and you find it hard to say no. Purgatory Hall has a way of being your home away from home in the Devildom, a gentler level of chaos that manages to be familiar and soothing.

With a fire crackling and warm tea in your belly, you find yourself comfortably lounging with the angel as he shamelessly shares his latest technological mishaps with you. You'd almost think he was proud of how inept he is, but you suspect he just enjoys seeing how much it amuses everyone else.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asks gently into a growing silence between stories, startling you out of your study of the flickering flames. The light still dots your vision when you look away. "Or would you prefer to just listen to me more?"

He is beside you on the couch, close but not too close, an offer but an understanding of boundary. He angles himself with one arm on the back of the seat and his torso tilted toward you in a perfectly casual pose. It is up to you whether to move in or not. 

Should you lean into him and shift closer, he welcomes you in, his arm settling around your shoulders as his fingers swirl and stroke gently along your arm. His other hand moves between you to grasp your hand and his thumb takes up a similar pattern of soothing motions. He is warm every place you connect, and smells of vanilla and caramel, and whether it's his angelic nature or just him you feel that peace seep into you.

Should you prefer to keep your space, he understands that, and stays pivoted to keep an eye on you while he watches the fireplace. With the sort of casual calm you know Mammon would be wildly jealous of, Simeon shifts and breathes a deep sigh and leaves his free hand on the cushion between you, swirling a fingertip over the sewn-on print. You understand the offer for what it is, a hand to hold should you change your mind, and yet there is no pressure or expectation.

You ask what he wants to talk about; surely not Devildom Law? His answering laugh is light and musical, perfectly angelic, as he assures you he is not interested in discussing the finer points of legal loopholes -- unless you would like to discuss that, in which case, he'll grab his textbook and get Satan on speakerphone.

But no, MC, he meant the underlying cause for your distraction in class, for how you stared into the flames and lost yourself, for the way you've been pulling into yourself more and more. You are clearly preoccupied with something, and should you feel that talking about it would be beneficial, he would listen.

You shrug, and in half-hearted explanation you admit it's just everything. Classwork is getting more and more overwhelming the further you progress, plus the constant trouble the brothers find themselves in, and Diavolo keeps inviting you over because he wants to share everything from a rare bird sighting in the garden to a bike ride together, and as much as this place has become home it was a relative's birthday recently and you got hit with a pang of homesickness, and--

And you realize that what was meant to be a dismissive 'oh nothing much' is turning into a full on rant. But Simeon is watching you with such gentleness, no pity and no frustration, just listening. 

He acknowledges your every point in the sudden silence of your embarrassed halt. They have been piling quite the homework on you, haven't they? It's nice to be recognized for your intelligence, but if only that recognition didn't come with such additional strain. And those brothers-! Why, you have the patience of an angel to live with them and juggle their antics day in and day out. Perhaps more than an angel! He could tell you such stories about them in the Celestial Realm. 

Every complaint he acknowledges, he empathizes, he confirms. Because you do not need pity, but you do need to feel your feelings. You do not need someone to try to 'answer' these concerns, because you are handling them yourself. What you need is validation that you are allowed to be upset and have conflicting emotions.

The brain has a way of making you second-guess your own experiences sometimes, little lamb. As cruel as other people can be, the cruelest voice is sometimes your own. And in those times, it helps to have someone be kind to you when you forget how to be kind to yourself.

Your feelings are valid, MC, and he won't let you shame yourself for any of them. You are a generous and brilliant soul, and you deserve the same compassion and love that you give to everyone else.

Let him share your burdens, if only as a source to unload all the thoughts and feelings you think can't share with anyone else.

Hours pass with conversation flowing easier and easier, bouncing from petty complaints to shared frustrations to fond memories. Simeon listens to everything actively, his expressions mirroring yours as he interjects now and again to commiserate or offer his perspective. You realize with shock you've been venting all evening and you're aghast.

But he just laughs his sweet melodic giggle and shakes his head with a soft smile. He's truly honored that you feel safe enough to unload your burdens in his presence, MC. No, he doesn't think any less of you for your complaints and your frustrations. 

Or for your language, and his laughter is bright and long as you grimace at your tally of every curse and God's-name-in-vain of the evening. He thinks it's very sweet that you worry so much about his opinion of you, and promises it will take much more than some colorful language to tarnish your reputation.

It's certainly time for you to be leaving, though, and you realize despite the ending note of discomfort and horror that you do feel better for having gotten everything off your chest with someone who won't gossip about your frustration or tease you for your dramatics. You thank Simeon again for his time and for his conversation, gathering your things and shifting to stand.

Before you can stand, though, he gestures for you to wait and goes to his desk in the corner to shuffle through a drawer. He withdraws a leather-bound book, the cover white and decorated with gold swirls along the edges. 

A journal, he offers with a smile. He is always available for you, MC, but he also understands that sometimes things might be too intimate to share with another, or you might be unable to call. In those times, write your thoughts and fears and anger and anxiety down to get them out of you.

Sometimes, he winks, those thoughts might lead to a new creative project. And sometimes, it is simply enough to unleash them onto a page. There is healing to be found in pouring out words onto paper and then closing the cover, tucking away the book, shutting them out. There are revelations in sending letters to your fears and frustrations. There is salvation in rewriting your story with the confidence of the author of your own fate.

And whenever you need to talk, whenever the burdens grow too heavy and your emotions too jumbled, just remember there is always a willing listener here for you. You are so unconditionally loved, MC. 

#obey me simeon #omswd simeon #obey me simeon fluff #obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me fanfic #omswd fanfic #my writing #omswd fluff #obey me fluff

[pancakehouse]

this GAME omg!! 3 or 4 pls if you haven’t yet? 🖤🖤🖤

HI omg hi darling!!! soooo sorry for how late this is, im SO unbearably slow, but i had lots and lots of fun with this one!! <3 <3

3. love always wakes the dragon and suddenly flames everywhere.  

(vaguely nsfw)

It’s the heat that gets them, in the end. 

Tuesday afternoon, and the peak of summer. Sweat works its way into every folded crease of Sirius’ skin, every tiny, inconsequential buttonhole; pooling in droplets that reproduce and multiply, soaking right through one of his rattiest t-shirts before he strips it off altogether. 

They’ve taken to lying on the kitchen tiles for cover. Spines to the grotty porcelain, faces tilted towards the open window. A breeze filters through, but it’s weak and pitiful; hardly enough to flutter an eyelash, let alone do any real cooling. 

This heat is blistering. A week of it now - relentless, and fleece-blanket stifling. Sirius whimpers, pressing a damp tea towel further into his face. “Remuuus,” he says, and blindly throws an arm out. It knocks against warm, sweat-slick skin that twitches under his touch. “Remus, my towel needs more water.” 

There’s no response. Sirius whimpers some more, trying - and failing - to lift his head from the ground. It’s too heavy, weighed down by hair and exhaustion and the soupy, unreal haze of a dragging afternoon. He’s going to die here, probably. Left to rot on a floor that’s definitely not been cleaned since they moved in two months ago. 

“Why is it so fucking hot,” he whines. He thinks it’s Remus’ side he’s got a grip on - his ribcage, the tender skin between bones. Sirius drags his finger along the ridges; feeling, more than hearing, Remus’ sharp inhaled breath. The delicate shudder that runs through him, the half-baked moan pulled from his throat. Somehow, the kitchen grows hotter.

“Sirius,” murmurs Remus. His voice is gravel-road rough; scrapes on skin, exposed and raw.

Heart pounding, Sirius uses his other hand to rid of the tea towel. When he opens his eyes, Remus is staring at the ceiling, head thrown back. His throat is long and golden, bobbing as he swallows, cheeks flushed pink and lips parted. He looks - well. Fuck. Sirius burns all over; the tips of his fingers, molten ache pooling in his abdomen. 

Remus is still wearing his own t-shirt, but it’s rucked up to his chest, boxers damp with sweat and clinging to his skin. Sirius’ gaze flicks to his hip bones, pale and protruding, and his throat feels dry; scratchy and cracked, a week-long sojourn through the Sahara fucking desert. 

This want - he’s carried it with him for ages now. For months, years, since the conception of all known universe. It’s become something of a comfort, if not torture; a familiar weight in his lungs, pulling, pulling: yes, there you are. can i come with? oh, anywhere. anywhere you like.

The heat bakes his mind, turns it delirious and hazy-red. Sirius flattens his palm against Remus’ ribs, tests curling his fingers in. His heart pounds when Remus exhales, shaky, his back arching off the tiles. It looks involuntary, instinctive; and no choice Sirius makes will ever be more important than what comes next. 

He presses his thumb in, slides it down to skirt the edges of Remus’ waistband, eyes glued to his face, watching for - for anything. Goosebumps dance across flesh, and when Sirius’ nail grazes the fine hairs on his belly, there’s no missing the full-on moan Remus lets out. 

The kitchen burns. They’ve been transported, dropped into a pit of unending flames, and everything is red, red, red. Sirius gazes at him, stretched out on the tiles, golden skin taut and breaths coming in fast, harsh pants. 

When Remus looks over, his eyes are bright and syrup-hazy, full of the same burning heat pulsing through Sirius’ fingertips. He feels breathless with it. It echoes across the kitchen; off the ceiling, the floor, the useless inches of space between them. Sirius wants and wants and wants. 

It’s the same spark that pulses through his gut every time Remus shuffles out of his room in mornings, all sleep-soft and rumpled; every time his nose scrunches when he laughs; every time he drinks more than one glass of wine and is made of pink cheeks and bright eyes and lopsided grins for the rest of the night. 

“Moony,” he whispers, not wanting to cut through the haze permeating the air. He leans over, forearm on the tile above Remus’ head. Grins stupidly, watches Remus’ cheeks go pinker. “Oh, darling,” murmured softly, “you are just so fucking sweaty.” 

“Christ,” Remus huffs. A tentative grip at his hips; a lazy, lopsided grin. Then: “You’re an idiot.”

#and then: they kiss w tongue and s explodes into a white ball of fire. or smth. #r/s #mads’ drabs #sorry idk rlly what this is!!! the words they are sooo elusive this weekend so mysterious playing hard-to-get :/ #but god finally! a day off today! still have.. 4 of these? i think #getting there!!! #gonna have myself a lil coffee shop day and ignore all the work i need to catch up on for THIS :-)) #tahtahfornow #xoxoxo #my writing

[rize-is-writing]

Hello! Can I request a romantic matchup for one of the boys from bungou stray dogs and genshin impact?

I'm 20 years old and I'm an ENTP. my zodiac sign is Pisces and my enanegram is 7w8. I am an extrovert who loves meeting new people and learning new things! I love learning languages and can speak 3 already (learning a 4th one rn) as it allows me to speak with so many more people more comfortably and also learn more about their cultures and things that I wouldn't know otherwise. A few more of my hobbies include drawing, exploring new places/travelling, gardening, cooking, baking, tarot reading, collecting stuff (mostly crystals and books or just anything that looks cool or pretty) tea brewing,  making terrariums, singing, needle felting, sewing, and fashion. I am very big on gardening though, I love making terrarium and taking care of plants! I have an entire notebook dedicated to different plants ive learnt about and how to care for them well. Personality wise, I'm often described as having 'dog energy'? I'm just very expressive, energetic, and get excited very easily. I'm a confident person who isn't afraid to stand out (appearance wise and personality wise) and I do enjoy getting positive attention from people. However, I do have a bit of a short temper and get frustrated easily, especially at people who can't keep up with my energy but it is something that I'm working on. I also get stressed easily, I'm a very hard worker but to the point that I overwork myself a lot and burn out quickly.

I don't think I have a specific type or ideal person but I would like someone who is able to keep up with me and my love for new things. I like people who are okay with being dragged along to different places by me and also being very spontaneous. I love doing most things unplanned when I feel like it so someone who wouldn't mind that would be nice ahaha. Also someone who is alright me me talking and rambling a lot. I don't mind if they talk back with me or if they just listen as long as they don't get annoyed at me talking a lot. Also I have OCD, so someone who is understanding of that instead of just telling me 'deal with it' would be nice.

Other than that I don't have much of a preference/type

So sorry this was such a big long read but thank you if you read through all of it! I hope you have a good day!!

I found your match! Come to meet them, c'mon c'mon!

I don't know whenever someone even remembers this guy, but I do. Expressive, energetic as well, and can perfectly put up with your energy perfectly. Just ask this guy to fetch anything you wanna do, and he will be in maybe half of an hour back? (maybe it helps that he might or not be rich thanks to papa Fitzgerald? So he helps to support any hobby you need to?)

Definitely curious and enthusiastic on what you can do, with all the hobbies you have. So you might even teach him something (do you have space for shooting on you hobby list? Just a small suggestion from him. You know, as for how much enthusiast about shooting)

At the same time, he is laid back as a person: relaxing somehow is always good after all! You don't need to push yourself too much. He won't stress you, so you don't need to as well. Just there to help whenever you need to!

I know this guy looks like he is totally on something strong 24/7 to be as chill as he is, but as you said you need someone to put on with your energy? Kazuha definitely can.

Definitely as curious on what you are able to do, maybe not in an enthusiastic way but will be there to silently watch you do all the work.

Also I feel he would definitely like taking care of plants with you, as he is absolutely tuned with nature. Maybe more as a helper, I'm not sure how green his thumb is, but with the right instructions he can do anything. Just like Mark, he is extremely laid back and knows many ways to relax, like meditation, strolling around nature, making Haikus.

Kazuha is also an understanding person, he definitely wouldn't tell you "deal with it" at any problem you can have with your situation, and even supportive about it. Ready to help you to relax and encourage you at any moment!

#genshin impact matchup #genshin matchups #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact kazuha #genshin kazuha #kazuha x reader #bungou stray dogs matchup #bsd matchup #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #bsd mark twain #bsd mark twain x reader #matchups

[obsidiancreates]

-petpet- Hope you’re getting good rest and feeling a bit better today! 😴👍

Descendants of the Trio AU:

For your comical entertainment, consider if the sibling squad (Space, Illinois, Heist, Date + Yancy) ried to prepare an elegant dinner at the Manor. Together. It could’ve been for a holiday or just something done on the fly. “Brotherly bonding.”

Oh, how about for Eric’s birthday? If anyone could unite for a cause, it would be for Eric.

Picture Heist and Illinois competitively cooking but getting nowhere in putting anything on the table. They often forget about the food, because they’re too busy criticizing and critiquing the other’s technique. (Heist did make a pretty decent breakfast in HWM, but Illinois exploring the world may have made him feel a bit educated in terms of cuisine. On Illy’s own, he feels like a Kraft Mac ‘N Cheese kinda guy, but you can’t tell me that the man doesn’t know fine spices from all the mummy tombs he’s explored.)—Everything’s debated: Salt-pepper ratios, what to season your pan with, which ingredients are acceptable in a dish, etc. 

Space has to take charge by giving Heist and Illinois a recipe book of various things (per Eric’s preferences) to stop their bickering if they were to get anything done.

Date is in charge of decor. Maybe that ability to make romantic items appear becomes useful…Maybe it doesn’t. If he has to go to the store, it’ll be with borrowed money. Of course. (I wonder if Dark gave the boys specialized ‘Markiplier Inc.’ credit cards in case of an emergency.)

Yancy inherits Wilford’s ability and fondness for baking, so he’s got it covered for the birthday cake and desserts. Something about the  camaraderie makes him feel nostalgic for doing these sorts of things for his prison fam, so he’s having a blast! (I like to picture Yancy would always be a little awed to work with /actual/ fresh ingredients—like fruit.) Just hopefully, he’s well-versed with /modern/ kitchen appliances, you know? I’d think he’d be more comfortable with gasoline stoves and ovens than the electric ones.

Space is busy making sure the Manor doesn’t burn down and ensures everything is put together in time. He hadn’t felt this much urge to have his fire extinguisher ready in a very, very long time. Definitely feeling the stress of his father to keep the boys on task without property damage.

No, Dark doesn’t know a thing about anything of this. So, when he enters the Manor with Eric—It’s a bit of a surprise for him too.

—Melody anon

*bumps head into the pets like a cat* :D Thank you! I do feel better, got a little sleep last night this time XD

THIS IS SUCH A CUTE IDEAAAAAAA

I think Ego Manor has older appliances honestly, because half the people there still struggle with what a Flip-phone is sometimes. So Yancy should be very comfortable!

Date's ability helps a little bit, probably. Eric likes flowers, so those are easy, and he can probably get tablecloths and napkins folded into animals and stuff like that. But for streamer and such, has to go to the store (he does indeed have a Family Credit Card, most of the money comes from Bim's shows and The Googles getting money in in various ways, from Stock Market to straight-up hacking banks)

Space has a new respect for The Captain after this XD He had already respected them anyway but now it's tripled.

Heist and Illinois for sure burn everything before Space takes over XD Burn or undercooked trying to get done faster than the other. Probably they both somehow curse a dish by accident too. Stop playing with mysterious ancient items, boys!

Dark doesn't know how to react at first, and then hears Space organized it all and the next day gives Space a pair of his old cufflinks from when he was mayor. "I noticed you needed them when you wore that suit last night," is all he says about it.

He's very proud.

#markiplier #descendants of the trio au #engineer mark #darkiplier #eric derekson #yancy markiplier #ahwm yancy #yancy #markiplier yancy #ahwm mark #adwm mark #ahwm illinois #markiplier egos

[soshesighs]

6 random lines

Rules: pick any ten six of your fics, scroll to the midpoint, pick a line (or three) and share it. Then tag ten people.

Tagged by @indomitable-love, thank you!

So, look... I don’t have 10 standalone fics yet, I’m sorry! I only have 6 individually posted works on ao3, and only two of those are one-shots. So instead I’m going to post a line from the midpoint of the two standalones, and then find a line from the midpoint of the middle-posted chapter (or closest to it that I can get) of any of the one-shot compilations or multi-chaptered fics, if that works?

Nobody’s here to tell me no, so I’m taking the silence as a yes. Shhh.

 Something Precious Saved (T)

Bea rings him up one dreary December morning to ask Alex if he’ll grab an old picture of her and Henry and Philip with their parents, one she swears is in a photo album Henry took with him when he moved, and email it to her - something she needs for a planned Christmas present for all of them - and as he gingerly cracks open the delicate album, a colorful stack of paper flutters to their study floor.

If he accidentally hangs up on Bea in his excitement, well… he’ll call her back later to apologize and explain.

Call It Hope (T)

“You… forgot,” Ellen repeats, slowly and monotonously, trying to make the word make sense. The glance between the two boys doesn’t pass unnoticed by her, and she looks between the two of them like she might miraculously pull some sort of answer or explanation out of the thin air. “After almost five years of being a public figure, you forgot? You couldn’t even tell your sister you were running off?”

Alex opens and closes his mouth in the start of an explanation multiple times, but nothing manages to come out.

A Love Letter to Love (T) [Chapter 10: Death By A Thousand Cuts]

Philip sighs and gestures weakly to the room. “Can I at least come in and sit down first?”

Henry falls silent, half expecting someone else to chime in with an opinion, but the other three are all quiet, seemingly leaving the decision up to him. The bitter part of him wants to slam the door in his brother’s face, tell him that any effort he thinks he’s going to make here is all too little too late, make some part of him hurt - even if just for a moment - the way Henry himself has for years now.

But.

[From The Vault] (T) [Chapter 2: Thanksgiving, 2022]

“No shame in finding comfort in the company of your person,” Leo chimes in in agreement, giving Ellen’s hand a squeeze. He turns to give her a soft smile, something so intimate that for a moment, Henry feels entirely like he’s intruding. He averts his gaze, taking another bite of the cookie in his hand.

After a moment, when neither of them prompts him further and he’s finished an entire cookie through nervous nibbles, Henry quietly asks, “How did you know you were it for each other?”

I can’t match you for prose (T) [Chapter 11: Week Four: Redo]

Henry sets the pan atop the stove, where six thoroughly ruined cupcakes sit - caved in, unrisen, and nothing like the picture from the recipe he’d printed. He’s trying to understand where they went wrong (did they forget the baking powder in their rush? Or overmix them?) when he hears the tiny sniffle.

He spins around, crouching down to their daughter’s level before she can really start crying.

when I’m away from you (I miss your touch) (T) [Chapter 4: Headache]

He trips over his own feet twice on the way through to the en suite bathroom, as if his body knows that every step taken away from Alex is somehow wrong. Once he finally stumbles into the room, he locks the door behind himself before he can give in to the temptation to immediately turn around and head back to him.

It’s time, he realizes, to face the music.

I never know who to tag in these things, especially when it’s been 10+ days since I was tagged in the first place, so if you’ve already been tagged or already done it, feel free to tell me to shove off, haha. @adinarj @actual-sleeping-beauty 

#my fics #rwrb

[seeminglyseph]

I’m kinda exhausted right now, my guts are creating agony for “stoned binge of hotcakes” so I cannot polish this further for the moment but, I still haven’t decided the pink one’s name so for now he is the Bubblegum Bitch. Inane rambling about OCs and omegaverse concepts under the cut

So, like… I have come to like solidly decide “fuck it all I will not apologize for my love of the sexy gender queer furry bullshit that is omegaverse”

I know that’s not particularly groundbreaking but there are so many half baked think-pieces about how bad and fetishizing and whatever but like. Yeah it’s a porn/romance genre. Welcome to where the fetishes go. Also I love the way gender roles get examined if you take away the traditional binary system and have a kind of base trinary system that depending on the universe might not even fully present until adolescence so you get kids growing up with a different understanding of interpersonal relationships. Sure not everyone is interested in exploring that but some stories have really interesting dynamics and perspectives on gender and relationship dynamics that are almost so ingrained in society that having it bluntly stated in a typical het romance it would fall flat or be too universally frustrating perhaps to be cathartic.

On top of that I’ve been listening to like… audio smut and there’s some pretty cool omegaverse concepts out there. (Pulling my hair out I didn’t know about GWA subreddits or whatever before now) and I am somehow like “oh, this is a cool concept for a base smutty story…. But. What if I took that and expanded upon it in a way beyond the questionable anatomy of knotting?” And now I’m stuck in worldbuilding mode for a story based around a subreddit community I have just begun lurking and don’t know all the social rules and so I don’t actually know if it’s at all normal even remotely to like… make fanart and OC concepts in your head, even if you keep it to yourself? Like do you send a message like “hi I was inspired by your narrative grunting and made a fanfic universe sorry I have a brain that doesn’t work like a normal brain”

Like sometimes I am mortified by my own lack of social understanding. I just like. In my brain the concept of the Omega Hunt CYOA Collab is so fucking fascinating??? And they all feel like these character prompts that my brain wants to create universes around despite the fact like… I do not know the social norms of this community and have not earned entry in any way.

Also like if there’s no physical descriptors of most of the characters is it fine to just bullshit something based on a mental image? What if you offend the person by assuming they look a way because of how they sound? What if your idea of a bear and their idea of a bear is like 50lbs different and someone gets upset???? But what if I do just be doing my thing over in the corner and they find out and are like “…… dude that’s my porn character.” Like??? Mortifying?

But also Grant is a sadist with a knife fetish who also mentions he’s gonna protect you and patch you up when you get home because he’s got no interest in breaking something once it’s his and I have no idea why my brain is so stuck on creating based around him and his southern drawl being my country up. I absolutely adore the tropes he seems to be and if he’s just gonna sit there bein a one off character in one porn audio can I not just like… take it. Not like take take. But. I am. Oddly compelled.

I want to create a ship of pragmatic antagonism and a couple who essentially marry before getting to know each other and fall in love over the course of learning to direct their mutual anger at the right people, and being damaged in the right way to fit together comfortably. I want to create the fucked up corporate and wealthy elitism that leads to a situation where there’s an event where they kidnap some omega to go hunt for some rousing entertainment and tradition. What society makes that I want to play in it… aaaaaaaaa

#stoned ramblings

[rayrayor]

WIP WEDNESDAY

Thank you @energievie for the Tag

I have this on AO3 it is from Poptarts with Papa which is the second work I took a stab at in Galladads land. I am getting back to it just need the arc of where I am going lol .

Mickey called Ian but it went to voicemail. His anxiety kicked into overdrive but he took the time to ground his breathing and think in logic and calm instead of castrophe and awfulness. Lily had been a handful this morning and he knew Ian would push a nap time even if it meant they went down a bit later. Ian had not left a message that anything was wrong or he was overwhelmed, Ian was better , he needed to trust Ian.

Coming through the front door he heard the muted warbles of his two favorite souls in the world.

“ Punk where are you and daddy hiding?”

”Mick , we are in our bathroom , doors open but don’t barrel in.”

Mickey hurried to their bathroom slightly worried but comforted at Ian’s bemused tone. The site that greeted him had him thumbing his finger across his chin trying to make sense of what he saw. Ian sat on the floor , back against the cabinet. His socks were off , his eyes closed. Lily was facing Ian but when she heard Mickey she spun ( somehow too quickly on her bum)

“ Papa yous home. I keep daddy company!”

He peered into the room. Lily was shiny not her usually perky self shiny but actually glistening as were the counters and floor almost like ... oh she did not.

He heard a snort from Ian as the horrified grin took over Mickey’s face.

” Tell papa what you were doing when daddy switched over laundry Lily “

” painting bafroom for daddy”

” show papa with what.”

Lily proudly held up the new toilet brush ( clean thank the fuck) and pointed to an empty bottle of baby oil. “ not reach that daddy too slippery “ with that Ian dropped his head into his hands with a odd laughing bark.

” we can’t get up Mick, she is too slippery, I slipped and in a good day this would be hard for me, not happening right now. My phone is on the bed.”

” um how long you guys been here E?”

”About an hour and a half . So we had the lifesavers in my sweats, had our time out right here. We have done itsey bitsey spider 9 times and have had let it go sung to me more times then a person fresh out of a mental health clinic should have to listen too. What did Lily learn today baby?”

“ ‘pect for crayons ask daddy or papa before I paint.”

” Yep and what did daddy learn?”

” Socks bad on sip er er ly things”

At this point Mickey had to hold the door jam to stay standing as he laughed and fought to gasp air. Lily’s happy blue eyes watched him while Ian’s emerald gaze tried to look annoyed.

Finally when he stopped laughing his sides sore, he cocked his brow “ why did you not call me E “

He got the middle finger.

So after googling and calling Liam for a big bag of baking soda, Lily scooched her way to papa and was wrapped in a towel and set on the bed with seasame street. They sprinkled baking soda on the floor and cabinets. Mick threw down a beach towel and walked in it to stand , helping Ian up. Ian took Lily into the other bathroom to bathe her. Mickey cleaned up their bathroom, thinking how crazy this life was and so glad he stole that gun from the Kash and Grab 15 years ago.

Tagging @flamingbluepanda @notherenewjersey @whatwouldmickeydo @ms-moonlight-inn @grumble-fish @depressedstressedlemonzest @doodlevich @gardenerian @squidyyy23 @harrowhark-a-vagrant @crossmydna @nevermindirah @knoepfchen @laviejaguardia @michellemisfit @mmmichyyy @ian-galagher @thisdivorce @celestialmickey @juliakayyy @sindirimba @sam-loves-seb @mickeyheartian @rayrayor @isabellehemlock @suzy-queued and ANYONE else who’d like to share a little something from what they’re working on ☺️

#gallavich fanfic #gallavich fic #ian and mickey #galladrabbles #wip #wip wednesday