#cal care package

[woahjo]

Pls pls pls how do you imagine bkg’s first bj went😫

nonnie, i want you to know that i had a dream where i answered this the night that you sent it. and instead of writing about katsuki's first blowjob, i wrote it (for some reason) about his first kiss, posted it, and then experienced a kind of remorse that no man has ever experience before.

cw: blowjob, unintentional edging, reader takes the lead here, it's a little messy towards the end, experienced reader and inexperienced katsuki, first time jitters, that's all i can think of

anyway, i think katsuki is a late bloomer sort of. it takes him a while to get warmed up enough to someone for something physical. he's a somewhat guarded person and he doesn't take physicality lightly, so i think his first blowjob is the slow and steady kind.

he's sitting on the edge of the bed, pants halfway unbuckled and hard under the denim of his jeans. a junior in the pro-hero equivalent of college and so nervous that his face and ears have gone scarlet.

katsuki stutters when you put your mouth around the tip and he feels the warmth of the inside of your cheeks. it's not so much a nervous stutter, but the kind that comes from the back of his throat, mostly comprised of a mix of shock and pleasure. at first, he struggles to look at you. he'll probably come too fast if he does, but as you continue, he finds that he has a different problem.

katsuki hits the edge and then can't... take the leap. your mouth is moving over him beautifully, cheeks hollowed, pretty eyes looking up at him, but he's so oddly nervous that he finds it difficult to cross the finish line. he teeters at the edge for far longer than he'd like to, face flushed and eyebrows screwed together as he angles his head up towards the ceiling. his voice comes out in choked groans, pleasure mounting but never cresting over, until eventually, you stop.

you tilt your head up at him and he furrows his brows, trying to concentrate on the lingering feeling of your mouth. when you lean up to put your lips on his neck, he shudders. you mumble quietly that he should take his time getting there. that it's not a big deal if he can't. it's not so much about the finish line as it is about the race itself and you hum pleasantly against his neck as you feel his muscles flex beneath your lips.

katsuki tilts his head down slightly so that his mouth is by your ear and you reach to run your fingers lightly over his twitching, leaky cock.

"how about you do it in my hand for now, okay?"

then, you grip him softly, moving your hand up and down over his slick-soaked cock, squeezing when you get to the head of him. katsuki groans, his voice catching again, and you continue moving your lips up and down his flushed neck. his breathing picks up and you can hear the way he struggles to compose himself a little better from here.

he knots his fingers into the bedsheets and cums almost immediately. his expression contorts lightly, eyebrows furrowed as he tips his head back with relief. cum drips down your knuckles and you take a moment to smear it down his cock before removing your hand and kissing the side of his jaw gently.

"fuck," he says, breathless, "sorry."

you just hum softly, pausing for a moment before lightly kissing his lips.

"probably just a little nervous," you mumble through a soft smile, "that's all."

#cal care package #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou smut #tw.edging #cal.writing #yeahhhh idk what this is but i like imagining him to be awkward #char.katsuki

[riddlerbrandautism]

My F/os care kits : Cal gabriel

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#text #autismposting #pic #my f/os #pics #f/o stuff #f/o community #selfship #cal #cal gabriel #zero day fandom #care kit #self care kit #shopping #care package #pens #worry stone #fidget #chew necklace #candle #soap #sensory dough

[forgeofthenine]

More modern s/o!

Said s/o has some trinkets from our modern world? (Their backpack of stuff yeeted itself at the s/o via wormhole) what objects would the tiefling bachelors be interested in once their s/o comes over to them to show them what they got via the inter dimensional care package system?

I love the term interdimensional care package and I want more excuses to use it in everyday life. These ones are short and sweet, hope you enjoy :)

What modern objects are the bachelors interested in

Dammon

Show this man your cellphone, he is obsessed

He likes seeing anything you have with you that's tech related, a smart watch, a cellphone, even a tamagotchi

Dammons especially excited if you actually let him take them apart, though beware the fact he won't be able to put them back together again

He's very interested in you showing him how they work too, as much as you're able with no WiFi and limited battery

His ears perk up so sweetly as he listens to you talking, eagerly taking in any information he can

If you really want to surprise Dammon, pull out a fire lighter

He's always lighting his forge completely by hand and couldn't even fathom a modern lighter

It's something he's absolutely fascinated by, and easily the one he'll be the most depressed about it breaking and/or running out

Dammons beaming the entire time he's tinkering with your stuff, he's a bit like a toddler thats been given some new toys

Zevlor

Zevlor is curious about all the random stuff you might have in your bag

Lip balm? Hand cream? Random crumpled receipts? He's interested in everything

He'll listen intently as you tell him about every mundane, everyday thing you have hanging out in your bag

What really gets him excited is if you have any books with you

It doesn't matter the genre, he's eagerly reading them from cover to cover

I think Zevlor would be impressed by any classic literature, but he'd have plenty of questions

"Would you be able to explain what 'france' is?"

He'd love a good cheesy romance too, but he's much less vocal about that

You'd find Zevlor hiding away in his makeshift office stumbling through red, white, and royal blue or similar

Rolan

Rolans another one that's interested in books, particularly if you were attending uni or something and had textbooks with you

This might seem a little strange, but I think Rolan would also be interested if you carried medical equipment in your bag

Things like asthma inhalers, EpiPens, or the stuff you need to check blood sugar levels

He's inquisitive by nature, and he also wonders if these types of things can be replicated or replaced through magic

If you had any food in your bag, think a muesli bar or a bottle of cola, then he'll be trying to keep Cal and Lia from insisting on trying it

Rolan will still pretend to be reluctant but he's first in line to try whatever you might offer to them

I feel like he would hate carbonated drinks but Lia loves them

"How do you drink this, it tastes like I've angered it?" "That's what makes it good, Rolan."

#bri answers #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 x reader #bg3 x reader #baldurs gate 3 dammon #bg3 dammon #dammon x reader #baldurs gate 3 zevlor #bg3 zevlor #zevlor x reader #baldurs gate 3 rolan #bg3 rolan #rolan x reader

[beedeewun]

*launches a care package into space for cal kestis specifically*

#jedi survivor #star wars #cal kestis #bd-1 #beedee doodles #bright eyed and fluffy haired #every day i wake up and choose HAPPINESS AS MY CANON #okay this is my post so it's time to rant in the tags #the wanderer jacket is THE BEST ofc #but god i cannot find any pants i'm 100% happy with to pair with it OTL #the BELTS DON'T MATCH #the BOOTS DON'T MATCH #it's like the glamour system in xiv all over again #where things aaaaaaaaaalmost match but the buckles are silver and gold or the leather straps are a few shades off from each other #i was only put here to suffer #cal my honey bunches of oats i'm sorry i didn't want to shell out 20 bucks for the deluxe edition so you'd have nice pants #dapanda draw proper backgrounds challenge (impossible)

[thomotomo]

Callum turner x reader, something about going to a festival (like glastonbury) WOULD BE SO NICE IVE LOOKED FOREVER TO find SOMETHING ABOUT HIM

maybe a late night drive ANYTHING U WANT REALLY

Hello mate! I hope you enjoy this, I was inspired then halfway it stopped but I still hope you find this enjoyable <3 And thank you for requesting it! ^-^ Don't hesitate to reblog, leave a comment and/or a Kofi if you did and take care!

Callum had really looked forward to this. After spending months abroad, filming new projects, unable to spend some quality time with you. He had told his agents he was taking some time off and not to contact him. It had been a few years since he also had been able to attend the Glastonbury festival and he was ecstatic to attend it once again.

He had reserved the tickets with the knowledge that nothing would stop him to have a wonderful time with you at his sides. The excitement stopped him from sleeping more than he usually would when he had some free time, so he laid there, looking at your muscled back that was facing him, counting the moles and watching it rise and fall. As you were still deeply asleep, he wrapped an arm around your waist and nuzzled your neck, breathing in your natural scent.

After laying here for who knows how long, he felt you stirring up and he chuckled, tickling you and making you chuckle too.

“Good morning love…”

“Mmh…How long have you been up Cal…?”, your morning voice was rough and it stirred up something in his belly.

“Don’t bother yourself with such trivial matters. It’s time for us to have fun~”

“Mmh… Bring me hot-choc and we’ll discuss about it.”

He chuckled as you buried your head in the pillows, hiding yourself from the outside world. Callum decided to leave the bed so he could bring you your hot chocolate and correctly wake up. He walked, chuckling as he heard you groan, surely you were gathering the duvet and burrowing yourself inside of it, trying to keep yourself warm and probably wishing to be able to hibernate.

Callum heated the milk, preparing his coffee at the same time. Once each mug was filled with each of your morning drinks he walked back up to the bedroom, chuckling softly as he saw that on the bed there was only a duvet mass. He put the mugs on the night table and gently put a hand on where he supposed your body was and gently shook.

“Hey… I brought you your hot chocolate. Come on Y/N, get out of here.”

You groaned and popped your head out of the covers and your eyes shined as they zeroed on your favourite mug. Callum chuckled and you pretty quickly left the comfort of your warm blanket to seat next to him and started drinking your hot chocolate. The morning was spent very slowly, despite Callum being definitely more energized that you were he took things to your pace.

Once you were properly woken up you put on your clothes and finished packaging your bag for the whole duration of the festival. As soon as you finished preparing Callum excitedly dragged you to the car, you didn’t really trust him to drive in his overexcited state so you went behind the wheel and started to drive as he immediately started the radio.

After a three hour drive you finally reached the place of the festival and immediately Callum jumped out, took the backpack and looked back at you, looking ecstatic and you couldn’t help but look at him fondly as you put on your glasses,  the sun being uncharacteristically present in this part of England. Your boyfriend laced your hands together, looking for the VIP line, checking in and going to your tent to put your stuff down. The two of you laid down on the bed and Callum went over the program of the week-end, noting down every single thing he wanted to do. And well, you, you were just happy to be able spend some time together so you laid there as he rambled, counting the freckles on his face. Your boyfriend looked back at you with a grin, he proudly showed you the list he had narrowed down.

The next day, early and bright in the morning, Callum woke you up, seemingly already ready to spend the whole day dancing. You couldn’t help but chuckle at his excitement, for the past year he had been waiting for this festival and you were glad you could enjoy this with him. You put on your clothes and followed him to go out and eat breakfast. Callum rambled about tonight’s stages and you were excited to dance the night away with him.

The two of you spend majority of the day walking around, taking notes of how far each stage were from each other and just enjoying the English sun hitting your skin and warming yourself in a nice way. Before the first concert you were going to attend, Adam Shelton’s, the two of you ate a copious meal and drank some cocktails before completely letting go and going forward to enjoy your night.

Sadly for the both of you, the weekend went by at super-speed and before you knew it, it was Monday and you had to go back home, but luckily you still had plenty of time to enjoy together. When putting your bag in the car Callum sighed, he had thoroughly enjoyed the weekend and he had spent it dancing so he was rather sore after all this exercise.

As you were driving back, he quickly fell asleep and you couldn’t help but stop at a station to take a picture or two of him sleeping, mouth hanging wide open. You bought some snacks for the rest of the road and once you arrived in front of the house you gently shook him awake. You watched him groaning and trying to fold on himself to go back to sleep, not unlike you a few days ago.

“C’mon sleepyhead, let’s take a bath and you can nap once again. You’ll be more at ease in bed.”

He begrudgingly followed you and you immediately started a bath, going in first, so he could seat between you legs to chill during the cleaning. You smiled gently kissing his slightly tanned back, trying to count the freckles that weren’t previously here. Slowly you helped him cleaning out his bad and after half an hour of chilling the bathtub with his head laid back on your shoulder.

You helped him get into bed and laid down with him, legs tangling together as you wrapped an arm around his waist. He sleepily gave you a quick peck and whispered to you in his scratchy half-asleep voice.

“Thank you for coming with me. It was really fun…”

“Don’t worry Cal I also enjoyed it.”

The two of you laid here, looking at each other, being disgustingly in love and quickly fell asleep, wrapped in each other’s warmth.

#callum turner x male reader #callum turner #x male y/n #x male reader #male reader insert #male reader #callum turner x reader

[breakfastteatime]

Today's minific is for the anon who requested 'break'.

The cantina is heaving, cheesy music thumping from an elderly sound system. Cal, BD-1 and Greez find a table at the back near the kitchen, with Cal tucked firmly into the corner seat where he can keep an eye on the comings and goings of everyone without running the risk of crashing into them and picking up the echoes adding an extra layer of noise to this place.

Greez looks at him. “Guess a place like this is a lot for someone like you,” he says.

“I’m fine,” Cal says, taking care to close his mind off to the Force. “It’s not like I’ve never been to a cantina before.” It is, however, the first time he’s been to one since he started repairing his connection to the Force. It’s making his head hurt. “These places are always busy.”

“You can’t tell me there was a single cantina on Bracca as lively as this,” Greez says.

“Depends on your definition of lively,” Cal says.

Greez laughs. “Oh, I’m sure you saw plenty of fights. That’s not what this place is. It’s just a bunch of people cutting loose and having fun.”

Cal sees what Greez is talking about, but under that he senses more. There’s a man at the bar looking to drink himself into oblivion after losing his job, and the bartender watching him knows him from the war but opts not to say anything. A woman slips and slides through the crowd trading credits for Spice. Far worse is the undercurrent of violence brewing under the music and dancing. There’s a group of people on the opposite side of the cantina who came here to get drunk and wreck something – or someone, if it comes to that. That’s more like Bracca, where Cal had kept himself small, quiet, and out of trouble as much as possible.

“Yeah, feels good to see a crowd again, ‘specially after the kinds of places we’ve been lately,” Greez says.

There’s a whistle of agreement from BD, who says it’s not so different from life on Bogano if you pit a bog rat against a splox.

Neither of them is wrong, yet Cal’s not sure why they’ve taken a break from the mission to come here. Maybe it’s because there’s only so long any group of people can stay cooped up in the same ship before someone goes crazy, and Greez has seemed twitchier than usual lately. Also, it’s nice to see another planet, even if it is an Outer Rim world with connections to just about every crime syndicate going. The Empire doesn’t have a presence here, so Cal feels surprisingly free.  

Cere arrives with drinks and a tray of bar snacks, most of which are deep-fried. She hands a cheap whiskey to Greez, puts a beer down in front of her seat, and hands Cal something fizzy and sugary. He looks up at her. “Seriously?”

She pushes a basket of fries in his direction. “You’re underage, and there are several enforcers in here.”

“So? There’s a drug dealer here and they’re not stopping her.”

“She’s on the same payroll and you’re not, so you’re not drinking,” Cere replies, sipping her beer. “Not bad. Eat up.” She produces a range of condiment packages from a pocket. “Before I do.”

Grabbing a handful of fries and a spicy dip, Cal stares back at her. “I drank on Bracca.”

Greez nudges him. “You’re not on Bracca anymore, and on my ship, we respect legal drinking ages.”

Cal nudges him back. “We’re not on your ship right now.”

BD beeps his agreement with Cal.

“Oh, hush you,” Greez snaps at BD. “You’re an enabler.” He grabs some fries, puts them on a napkin, and starts covering them in salt. “Cal, you are not drinking. I don’t wanna see you drunk or hungover because that has the potential to be messy.”

“One drink won’t get me drunk,” Cal protests. “My tolerance is better than that.”

“That’s not comforting,” Cere replies around a mouthful of fries. “Anyway, we’re here to take a break. Cal, your pace is admirable, as is your focus and determination, but sometimes you have to pause and reset. This is what we’re doing.”

Cal’s not sure he’s ever paused and reset, or if he did, it was way before he landed on Bracca where pausing and resetting equalled no food and unpaid bills. He sighs and reaches for his drink. “You’re sure?”

“I’m sure,” Cere says. “Have some fries. You’ve earned them.”

Cal follows orders. The fries are good, with that perfect ratio of crunchy outside to soft inside. He pulls more toward him and watches the crowd. He tries not to let the spots of darkness ruin his mood. Greez is right – most people are here to have fun. And while Cal is not about to get up and start dancing (the thought makes him want to melt through the floorboards), he can at least relax and enjoy the fact that, for tonight at least, no one’s actively trying to kill him.

“I definitely want a beer next time,” Cal says. He finishes his soda, punctuating it with a healthy belch.

“Guess we won’t be visiting any cantina’s again ‘til you’re of legal drinking age,” Greez retorts.

Legal drinking age. What a joke, “Greez, I bet I could go up there right now and get served,” Cal says.

Cere stares at him. “Fine.” She hands him a few credits. “I’ll take that bet. Anything to stop your complaining.”

“Oh, c’mon, what kind of bet is that when he’s a you-know-what and he can do weird shit to people’s brains!” Greez protests, barely keeping his voice low enough.

Cal snatches up the credits. “It’s a good bet, and I can’t do any of that.”

Five minutes, and way too many echoes later, Cal returns to their booth, a shotglass in his hand. Greez and Cere both stare at him in total disbelief as BD scans the purple liquid and announces its high alcohol content in a tone suggesting maybe Cal’s taken this bet too far.

“I can’t believe they served you,” Greez mutters. “Cere, this is on you if it backfires.”

“I’m not sure I can let you drink Lum, Cal,” Cere says.

“Says the former flask carrying Lum drinker,” Greez teases.

That’s a story Cal wants to hear later. For now, he takes the shot and ignores Cere and Greez. It burns a little on the way down, and the taste can probably be compared to rust, but he’s had worse on Bracca, between that one time with Prauf’s fire water and all the moonshine Tabbers brewed.

“Unbelievable,” Cere says, leaning back and grinning at him.

Shrugging, Cal reaches for Cere’s leftovers. “So, I get a beer next time too?”

Greez despairs. “Bracca ruined him.”

#fic requests 2023 #star wars jedi: fallen order #jfo minific #jfo headcanon #cal kestis #bd 1 #greez dritus #cere junda

[reddeliciousauce]

✈ - an eye-opening memory

Your name is DAVE STRIDER, and you are SEVEN years old.

It's another day. Funnily enough, it's one of the few where you aren't constantly getting your ass handed to you in the Houston heat.

Dirk usually took these opportunities to scrounge up food for the house. That was always pretty cool of him. He seemed way better at being a self-sufficient coolguy than you. You suspect he shares his bounty with you to shove it in your face. Well, one day, YOU'LL be the cooler of the two.

As for you, you know what they say. Or rather, what you say solely to yourself for whatever reason: your room's your sanctuary. Basically all that you can take care of, you can do in your room, so there's not even a reason to come out half the time. Unless, of course, you're interested in testing your FRANKLY SHIT ability to not set off traps and get smothered with PLUSH ASS. You'll save that for when you have to piss, thank you very much.

Days like these are for feeding crows, making tunes, and updating your LATE GRANDPA'S WEBCOMIC.

Sweet Bro And Hella Jeff. Truly the greatest inheritance of your short life. The moment you turned six, your BRO shoved you in front of Dirk's computer and schooled you on your legacy of irony and post-surrealism. You enjoyed the movies and web series you were spoonfed by both of your bros growing up, so you were more than happy to take the metaphorical hammer of Thor—or in this case, CAR of DUNKASS—to carry on the single best series ever created.

You pored over the ancient texts, artifacted the shittiest of jpegs, smelted the dankest of panels. Basically, if your grandfather was GOD, you're JESUS FUNKING CHRIST.

You started posting pages a few months after your task was given. And so you've worked, for nearly two years now, at that.

It's something you're pretty proud of, all things considered. It's fun to have something to connect you with your departed g-pa. You wonder if he would be proud if he took a peek at it now. The internet sure has gone nuts over it, so you're basically a natural, right?

Rule one of Striderdom: don't get distracted.

You clearly forgot it. Headphones on, dappling your MSPaint canvas while jamming to some tunes. You basically left yourself wide open.

Doesn't stop you from startling when your door, which you thought you locked, is suddenly as gaping as the asscheeks of a certain jar freak.

You shove your headphones down to your shoulders, face-to-face with Lil' Cal, hanging off your Bro's shoulder. He's right next to you.

You nearly expect a call to arms, but your eyes flick to what he's got. Bunch of letters and packages.

Your mouth asks what all this shit's for. He says it's for you.

Oh. Oh, shit. For real? What the fuck?

Your excitement was too obvious. Lil' Cal's jaw unhinges, clacking about in a silent laugh. Euch.

And just like that, they're both gone. As quick as they came.

...huh!

You fidget a bit with the mail on your desk. YOUR mail. You never got mail before... time to take a look.

Fanmail. SBaHJ fanmail? Yes, SBaHJ fanmail!

Fanart, little trinkets, even a Geromy plush that you don't hate all that much, honestly.

Letters suggesting new strips. Calls for another movie. Compliments on the new work!

Though no bounty is without its curses. Parts of this selection are obviously hate mail.

'New shit sucks. Just kill em off at this point.' Weird.

'Never reading this again! Hella Jeff's favorite color is obviously red, not purple. You clearly don't know what you're doing.' Wait, seriously?

'If the stairs come back I'm killing myself' Huh?!

'We should totally meet up! I'm eight years old too!' One year off! Kind of weird!

'Why haven't you made a statement for or agaibst the Alternian Empire like legitimately you disgust me.' Oh come on...

...wait, is that his address?

You stare at this blatant display of parasociality and, frankly, don't know how to feel. You don't think your lungs are working right.

The price of fame is steep indeed...

#ooc #answered asks #command prompt #sideblogstation #stalking tw #suicide threat tw #typical strider past trauma tw

[woahjo]

hmm maybe making out w/ armin after a tequila shot? i wanna see him lick the salt off his hand 😭

YAY thank u for sending something <33 and ooohhh jesus what an image.... yeah that's good.

cw: alcohol, dubcon (they're both drunk), this is kinda sweet idk

there's something going on with armin. between you and him. you're not sure when things changed, but they did, and now you find that you're unable to revert back to the way things used to be. there's tension, too thick to cut, that has swelled beneath every interaction you've had for the past few weeks.

your friend group hangs out a lot. eren likes to dance and armin likes the company of hosting. tonight, everyone's gathered at armin and eren's place. you, armin, eren, mikasa, connie, jean, sasha, even reiner made it out to see you all for a few minutes. there's an excited social air about the group, charged with some sort of anticipation that you feel every time one of them approaches you.

the music playing in the apartment is loud and sasha has just bounced off with mikasa in tow to find eren in the living room where he's sitting eating leftovers from yesterday next to the speaker. you're alone at the kitchen counter, sitting in that moment just before your loneliness becomes awkward.

"hey," armin comes up next to you, a haphazard smile plastered across his face, "take a shot with me."

you make a face. "what kind?"

armin's lips curl up in a smile. it's the kind of grin that makes him look mischievous. he wears it a lot when he drinks.

"tequila," he says, laughing to himself.

when armin drinks, he gets bubbly. the positive part of him comes out in droves and he seems to have less reservation about wearing his heart and affection on his sleeve. it's infectious and you find it hard to say no to him, harder now with the way he's looking at you though blonde lashes. plus, you like being alone with him. you always have, but lately it's been so charged that you can't help but be enthralled when it happens.

his cheeks are flushed a light tone of pink and the color drags across to the tip of his nose. you imagine that his face is warm, the way yours might be after the drinks you've had, and you feel that syrupy tension creep back into the interaction as you think of it.

you sigh, taking the bottle of shitty tequila from the counter and filling two empty shot glasses with it. you're giving him an exasperated look while you do it, like he's just begged you for hours to do something and you finally gave in.

armin tilts his head down and gives you a smile so uncharacteristically sleezy that it could drag across the floor. it's still charming though. his mess of blonde hair, strands stuck to his forehead, and the sweet countenance he has about him makes sure of that.

"you're so easy to please," you laugh as you slide armin's shot towards him.

he eyes it for a moment before grabbing a salt shaker from the wet counter top, not seeming to care about the mess he'll have to clean tomorrow from the house party. you watch as he smiles lopsidedly at you and then licks the space on the back of his hand between his thumb and wrist, sprinkling the salt over it. you copy his movements, holding out your fist with an eye roll as he loosely shakes the salt over it.

there are some precut lime slices on the counter, likely from someone else doing the same thing before the two of you, and the tequila is so shitty that it needs whatever help it can get. it's like gasoline, but you're young and broke and tequila is tequila. it works towards the same purpose.

then, armin smiles again at you and raises his eyebrows excitedly.

"ready? go."

you watch, a bit mesmerized as he lifts his wrist up to his lips and licks the salt from it, dragging his tongue against the soft skin of his hand before bringing his shot glass to his mouth and tilting his head back. his blonde hair moves with it, shifting backwards and momentarily exposing his forehead. you follow suit almost immediately after, watching him over the apples of your cheeks.

you're vaguely aware of the fact that he's also watching you, but armin's presence is so comfortable—so desired—that you don't particularly feel observed in any intrusive way.

the shot burns going down. yeah, it's gasoline and you put the lime in your mouth and bite down with furrowed eyebrows. you make a face and armin laughs at you in a way fitting of his friendly manner. so effortlessly charming, so sweet. he follows suit, raising the sour fruit to his mouth and biting down, still wearing that silly little grin.

you smile and armin mirrors it, coughing lightly before settling with the taste. you're alone and the air is so charged that you feel it on your skin. armin takes a step forward and your skin prickles delightfully. it feels so effortless to you, something that exists between you two that makes the flirting easy.

you don't have to wonder if he's going to kiss you. you know he is. armin is shy, but he's been drinking, and weeks have gone by now inching closer and closer to this. people say that you shouldn't hook up with your friends, let alone one of your best friends, but when it's this easy and with someone as sweet as armin, it's hard not to ignore that advice.

he leans in a little, reaching up to touch the side of your face. then, he furrows his eyebrows as if to double check that you're really doing this. when you don't pull back, he puts his lips to yours and you immediately reach up to touch his face.

you pull him closer, inhaling and pressing your body against his and snaking your hand into his tufts of blonde hair. your mouth parts to let him in and you feel his tongue snake across yours. he tastes like lime and the aftertaste of tequila, and something else, something slightly sweet and human that you attribute to his breath.

armin's free hand comes to rest on your hip, tugging you lightly into him. you feel the way his face heats when he does, warming like he's blushing and something in your lower stomach pulses with need. every confident action, every swipe of his tongue, is followed by something bashful. an equal and opposite reaction that leaves you endeared and hungry.

you gasp a little when he knocks your body lightly against his.

"sorry," he breathes against your mouth, not pausing in his movements as he chases you. he sounds breathless and needy, but also genuinely apologetic for his eagerness. you give into him further to quell the anxiety.

you're not sure how long you spend like that, pushed flush up against each other's body. armin's hand roams up the underside of your shirt, his fingertips grazing your warm belly while you snake yours under his to touch his bare back. you only separate when you hear someone clamoring up from the couch and making their way to the kitchen.

the two of you separate quickly and you swipe your bottom lip with your thumb as if that would hide the swollen look of your mouth. armin adjusts his shirt and clears his throat as jean rounds the corner.

he looks between the two of you, standing an awkward foot away from each other before he scoffs lightly.

"sorry to interrupt," he says with a whistle and armin lights up like a switchboard, his ears turning red.

he let's his head fall when jean leaves, leaning against the countertop and looking back up at you with an embarrassed, sweet smile.

#cal care package #armin x reader #armin arlert x reader #aot x reader #send me drabble requests or thirsts <333 if y'all want!! #tw.dubcon #tw.alcohol #cal.writing #char.armin

[randomoranges]

a prince au side chapter? a prince au side chapter that takes place BEFORE prince au? a prince au side chapter that takes place BEFORE prince au and that’s about cal and ét? a prince au side chapter that takes place BEFORE prince au and that’s about cal and ét AND is also a christmas song bonanza fic? say no more!

A Prize-Winning Pony with a Golden Saddle [This Could be Heaven]

 Étienne snuggled further into Calvin’s chest, content to have his lover with him. This was all still very new, but now that the king and queen knew, there was less sneaking around and so, Étienne could wake up with Calvin still in his bed and spend the morning with him, entangled around him, and indulge in the simple pleasures of life.

 On top of that, it was the High Holidays season, which was one of his favourite times of the year. Even though it was cold outside and there was more snow than he could tolerate, the prince enjoyed the festive mood and good cheer that permeated the air. Ever since he’d been little, he’d enjoyed going to the markets with his parents and siblings and going with Calvin this year had been even more special.

 He felt a soft kiss pressed to his forehead and looked up in time to catch the prettiest of smiles on Calvin’s face. His heart sped up, as it often did when it came to Calvin. He reached for Calvin’s hand, which was thankfully still under the covers and furs; it was cold outside of their little love nest and the idea of poking his hand outside of it sent a shiver down his back. He brought Calvin’s hand to his lips and kissed every finger in turn. Calvin chuckled softly at his antics, but it just made Étienne keep going, until Calvin pulled him close to kiss him properly.

 “Good morning, my prince,” Calvin whispered to him, gently caressing his face. Étienne leaned into the contact and smiled in turn, twining their legs together. He thrilled at hearing those words and knew that even years and years from now, his insides would still turn to goo hearing Calvin say it with such gentle affection. It held so much love and care that he couldn’t help but grin and seek a tender kiss from his lover, who was more than happy to oblige. It seemed he could never be close enough to Calvin and whatever point of contact he could find would have to do, until he found another. It seemed that his body craved the proximity to Calvin and luckily, it  seemed that Calvin felt the same.

 “Hi,” He whispered back. He loved that this was a new norm for them. He loved that at the end of the day, he would make it to his room and be able to unwind with Calvin – that he’d be able to pull Calvin close for a kiss, or two, or three, and that Calvin would respond in kind. He loved it best when they’d make it to his bed and their kisses would lead to more...

 “I know it’s early for gift exchanges, but, I – made you something...” He told Calvin, a moment later, when they pulled apart from their kiss. The time was perfect to do it now, when it was just the two of them in the quiet intimacy of his bedroom. Normally, the exchange of gifts was a much more boisterous event, surrounded by the rest of his family. However, he wanted this moment to be just between the two of them, considering it was the first time they were doing this as lovers and he wanted to mark the occasion.  

 “Oh? You know you didn’t have to...” Calvin said, even though the curiosity was getting the best of him.

 Étienne mourned the warmth of his bed, as he reached out for the night table beside him. He shivered at the cold, his exposed skin prickling with goose bumps, and he quickly opened the drawer to pull out a neatly wrapped parcel. The package was flat and square shaped with delicate fabric protecting the content of the gift. A green bow with gold trim adorned the wrapping and Calvin took it in careful hands, while Étienne furrowed himself back under the covers and furs, snuggling back to Calvin’s side.

 “Of course I did.” Étienne rebuked his last statement. “You’re my closest friend and important me. And now that you’re my lover, I wanted to make something special for you. I just hope you like it.” He added, softly, as if afraid that Calvin wouldn’t.

 Calvin rolled his eyes, knowing full well that the prince could offer him near anything and he would appreciate it. The mere fact that the prince would take the time to make something for him was gift enough. He undid the bow and put it to the side, before he slid the fabric off. He found a canvas of sorts and had to flip it over to see what it was.

 He gasped, immediately recognising the painted scene before him.

 “It’s Pony!” He said, tracing his fingers over the delicate brushstrokes that composed her mane. Besides him, Étienne chuckled and pressed a soft kiss to his bare, freckled shoulder. “This is beautiful,” He was quick to add, sparing Étienne a glance, before looking back at the painting.

 In it, Pony was featured in a beautiful meadow, surrounded by lush, green trees and a clear river. It looked a lot like the place he and Étienne liked to go to and he wouldn’t be surprised if the scene had been inspired by it. Pony looked magnificent and tranquil and the fact that the prince had taken the time to paint this for him meant the world to him. “When did you manage to do this?” He knew Étienne’s schedule by heart and he had never seen the prince working on this piece. Then again, there were many times when the prince would paint that Calvin would be called off on some duty and even many nights when the prince would meander the halls of the castle, unable to sleep.

 “Oh, you know, here and there; when you were out on a patrol, late at night, and such. I’m glad you like it though.” He smiled as Calvin wrapped an arm around his shoulders and pulled him flush against him. Étienne hugged him back and found that even though he was no longer buried under the covers, Calvin’s body was warm and provided him with the heat he needed.

 “Of course; this is the best gift ever. I love it; thank you.” As if to prove his point, Calvin set the painting down, before cupping his face in his hands and kissed him in thanks. Étienne was more than happy to oblige and wrapped himself around his lover.

 (And, years and years later, beyond the wedding and the coronation, the painting still hung on Calvin’s bedroom wall, much to the king’s chagrin and partial amusement. Calvin defended the piece, saying that it was one of his most cherished items and that it was a reminder of the beginning of their relationship. The king let it be, knowing full well there was no sense in arguing with his lover, and had to admit that despite it all, he was touched that Calvin had kept it, after so many years. If asked, Calvin would say that he was an old romantic and that he knew for a fact that the king also happened to still have an old whittled horse that he had made him, a lifetime ago, that he refused to part with.)

 FIN

#pc: calgary #pc: montreal #câlice BRISEBOIS LOL #pc: câlice de gary #calvin BRISEBOIS LOL #étienne maisonneuve #au #fic #3 sentence fic meme thing #prince au #christmas song bonanza 2022

[avictimofthejazz]

💞 (I'd settle for one way for all of our ships & Add brotps) (its go big with asks for go home for me) XDD

Mel/Street

Street willingly puts aside his own hobbies, or things he wants to do in order to support Melody in her own duties as an heiress. He knows she finds a lot of high-end social events and interactions difficult so, barring calls from his work, he always goes with her.

Amy/Face

Even if he has to stay out of sight, Face hovers whenever Amy is doing part of a con job solo—especially ones that involve her making contact with shady guys. He is always ready to intervene the minute anything starts going wrong, or Amy might be in real danger from the creep.

Rose/Murph

Murph finds ways to make Rose laugh. Thanks to Cal and her mother, Rose never laughs nearly as much as a person should—Murph seeks to remedy that every chance he gets.

Bonnie/Michael

During his Foundation travels, Michael is always picking up random gadgets or manuals that he thinks Bonnie might enjoy tinkering with or looking at.

Trudy/BA

Trudy’s car never needs to go into the shop. BA always takes care of anything her car needs, and usually does it before she even realizes it is needed.

Kelly/Murdock

When Kelly can’t make it up to LA to see Murdock, she is constantly sending care packages with homemade goodies, polaroids of the animals in her care, interesting cassettes she has found, books she thinks he will like, and anything else that comes to her mind. She also does not trust the VA to give Murdock his mail, so she sends them to Father O, who either delivers them himself or gets them to Face.

Maggie/Hannibal

Maggie keeps Hannibal on track, whether he wants to be there or not, and is willing to tell him the hard truths that no one else wants to mention to him—this often leads to advice on how to navigate the situations he has been shifting around.

Bonnie/BA

BA never balks at pulling all-nighters, or continuing to work after he has convinced Bonnie she needs to get some rest. Sometimes he convinces her that shiftwork is the best way to get big jobs done.

Ricki/Michael

Michael keeps an eye on the big dates—Ricki’s birthday, the day she lost Raphel etc.—and always makes a point to buy her a drink at least, even if they cannot swing anything bigger.

Elaine/Dennis

Elaine keeps an eye on the elevator in the morning. As soon as she sees Dennis come off, she makes sure there is a fresh cup of coffee on his desk, and a first-aid kit if he needs it.

Gina/Murph

Murph tries to figure out Cuban cooking so he can surprise Gina with familiar foods without having to go to a restaurant. He is still getting it sorted, but his earnestness and the sweet idea behind his attempts has earned him the affection of the Cuban grandmother in the apartment next door.

Jean/Reed

Reed never gets up the courage to break Jean’s heart by telling her he can’t keep choking down her peanut butter-and-banana sandwiches. He just keeps pawning them off on Pete or the other guys at the station, giving them to homeless people he knows, or trading them to Hilda for a different kind of sandwich.

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Luca & Street

Street has an uncanny sense of knowing when Luca needs someone to show up at his apartment with a pizza and a six-pack. He does not do it often, and he usually has some excuse about the game being in and his own television being in the shop, but it always seems to be timed to exactly when Luca needs a friend around.

Murdock & Face

Face created information cards for Murdock, carrying important information like his full name, his social security number, his blood type, the medications he is on, and anything else the pilot might need to know, but runs a strong chance of forgetting.

Hannibal & Face

No matter how much trouble Hannibal might cause at the nice clubs and restaurants that Face takes his boss too, it never really occurs to Face to stop inviting Hannibal. It would be as unthinkable as shunning Father O’Malley for the sake of his image.

BA & Face

Despite the obvious differences, it never quite occurs to BA and Face that neither of them really belongs in the other one’s off-duty world. Face still keeps taking BA out to the fancier side of town, and BA still keeps dragging Face into neighborhood issues, and chores for the community centers.

Luca & Face

In high school, Face tutored Luca in math for five cents a session, and some of whatever food or treat Luca’s mother and grandmother had made that week. It was one of the best deals Face cut with anyone at St. Mary’s, but he still stands by his choice and insists that anyone who has had authentic Italian food from an Italian grandmother would understand.

Malloy & Reed

Reed makes a point out of buying tickets to things like boxing matches that he knows Jean doesn’t want to go too. Then he offers one to Pete, using his wife’s indifference as an excuse when, in reality, he does not want Pete spending all his off-hours hanging out at his place alone. It is not good for the older cop.

Amy & Kelly

Kelly starts a long-distance book club with Amy. They pick a book, and either mail their opinions back and forth to each other, or have a phone conversation. Occasionally, they are in the same area. Then they go out to dinner, and talk about the stories.

Bernice & Elaine

When Elaine can get off early, she meets Bernice at the building that the Steele offices are in, and they hit up the bar scene together. They argue that two ladies have a better chance of meeting guys, but it also means they have help if one of the guys proves to be a creep.

Amy & Maggie

If Amy needs to get away from LA for a while, or lay low for any reason, Maggie always has a room she can crash in. Maggie won’t even ask questions, unless Amy wants to talk about the mess she is in—she’ll just give the younger woman a place to get back onto her feet.  

RC3 & BA

Since RC3’s big brother is still in Chicago, and unlikely to move out to California, BA fills that void in RC3’s life the only way he can—mostly by trying to make RC3 make more cautious choices and listen to Devon more the Michael. He also yells RC3’s head off when he learns about the rubber M16 stunt.

Devon & Michael

As much as Michael enjoyed answering his calls “Yo Devon!”, he respected the older man enough to stop doing it when Devon asked him too… at least most of the time.

RC3 & Michael

Michael fuels his good-natured rivalry with RC3 about the LA teams versus the Chicago teams by teasing he younger man, and occasionally doing things to lightly rub in the latest loss on his friend’s side, or jokingly deny any losses on the LA side.

Mena & Face

As long as Face is physically in LA, all Mena has to do is call, and he’ll come help her. He’ll get out of bed, drop dates, and even put business for Hannibal temporarily on the backburner in order to go bail Mena out, and make sure she gets somewhere safe.

Nancy & Face

Face sends Nancy postcards of the various places A-Team missions take him. If he can’t get a postcard, he gets his hands on some other kind of memento, so his cousin knows he is still in one piece.

Elsie & Murph

Despite not being as big an outdoors person as his sister, Murph allows Elsie to drag him out in all kinds of environments, weather, and at all times of the day or night. She just has to ask, and know that his initial grumbling is just for show.

Missy & BA

BA is a constant source of support for Missy, helping her develop all kinds of non-feminine skills such as mastering baseball, being able to fix her car, and throwing a mean right hook. He wants her to realize she is worth more than her fashion choices, or which boys are looking at her.

Missy & Face

Face has no qualms lying to Mary Cooper about Missy, covering up all kinds of messes that Missy gets herself into. He gives Missy advice and space to find her own answers, but he won’t hand her over to be yelled at by her mom when he is convinced most of Missy’s bad choices are rooted in her parents dysfunctional relationship, and its ripple effects on the kids.

#ALL the Muses #and relationships #and characters #under a read-more because there's five bloody pages worth of a word document here XD #I hope you like it Aly

[rozetheeuwu]

Anesa (And Jeffrey) loves Jack and Katie's boyfriends a lot. Anesa is the type of mother to refer to their kids partners as in laws despite them only dating for a little while embarrassing them all.

Anesa is also kind towards Elias and Solaris despite their past because Saywer cares for them and tells her that they're like his family. She also adores Taka, Luna, Ace, Zero, ect since Saywer sees them as family as well.

Angelica and Logan are surprised but very excited that Axel finds a boyfriend. For so long he refuses to even make friends let alone develop romantic feelings for someone else. So not only does their son finally have friends that are all different and seem to love him, also a boy that (despite being very awkward about it) loves their son romantically??? Wonderful. They absolutely adore Cal too, they think he's a lovely guy and very charming.

As for Marcus's girlfriend, they adore Victoria just as much. Sensei of a school, smart, beautiful, the whole package honestly.

Also Axel refusing the have friends for years to suddenly have so many friends is astounding to them, but they're happy for him. They are a bit worried about... Some of them (Blake, Fern, Solaris, Elias, ect ect) however he seems happy again for the first time since he was a young boy so they'll accept it for now.

Miles's mother isn't really involved, Walnut's parents are unknown where they are or if they are even alive and Aasha fucking hates all of Chad's friends and lovers lmfao.

Anthony... Still have to rework a few things but his family is complicated.

#pink talks #pink's characters #anesa willow #jeffrey martin #angelica citlalli #logan citlalli

[calumsash]

when cal was giving the boys care packages during quar maybe he just put in a lil painting too 🥹

CAN Y'ALL STOP WITH THESE I MIGHT HAVE AN ACTUAL BREAKDOWN!!!!!!!! CAUSE WHAT IF HE DID??????? THEN WHAT?????????

#why you coming with devastating thoughts to me WHAT DID I DO 😭😭😭😭😭😭

[starsallalight]

@dreamcrs : James & Allie

"Hey, Allie?" James whispered as she returned to the living room. "Can we talk outside for a second? I don't wanna wake them."

Gesturing with his head over to where Ella and Cal still laid curled up together on the other set of mattresses, fast asleep, he got to his feet and took her hand. James opened and closed the front door carefully, then led her out to his car where it was parked in the Ledouxs' driveway.

His hands trembled a little as he unlocked the car and reached into the back seat to get the wrapped package. He'd held onto this for so long that James wasn't even sure if he should give it to her. It had been a decade since he'd made it, after all! But things were different now than they had been when he'd first made this gift. He'd been so uncertain then. A lovesick boy who was too afraid to admit his feelings. And he wasn't that boy any longer. Not fully, anyway.

"You remember that box I made for Ella for her birthday before they left? The willow one with the butterflies and forget-me-nots? Well, uh... I made one for you too. Back in highschool. I think it's time I finally gave it to you. It's not as big as Ella's. And I'm sorry about that. But I used all of my first paycheck to buy the wood, and cedar isn't cheap. I hope you'll like it all the same."

James had taken so much time and care selecting the best pieces of Ella's favorite old weeping willow after it had fallen. He'd constructed and carved it with great care. And all that time and dedication, he'd tripled in Allie's cedar box. The designs may have been simpler than the willow one, but he'd meticulously paid attention to every detail of the leafy motifs, the rose on the lid. He'd even selected the best velvet he could find from his mother's old stash of fabric- left behind and hidden away in his father's attic- to line it with, and made sure that the lovely smell of the wood lingered even now.

Biting his lip, he passed the gift to her and waited as she unwrapped it; hoping that it would be good enough.

#➳ 𝑎𝑢𝑟𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑠 & 𝑠𝑎𝑑 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑒 ➳ ; 𝑗𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠 ; ❨tales❩ #V; It's Time We Started Winning #Allie #dreamcrs

[ariadne-mouse]

Volcanoleb? for the scene ask

Hiya Cal! :D Volcaleb didn't have a Scene at the start, per se, since it started as a snippet and erupted (hehe) into a full-fledged fic from there, but I did begin with a very clear image in mind: a glowing figure reaching out, strange and unsettling. I wanted to take the original crack concept and make it spooky. OOooooOoo!

Once it became clear my snippet was becoming a monster with the pacing of a goddamn thriller movie, there was an apex scene I was writing towards - Essek yelling at the lava field - but I have to say that Volcaleb was one of those rare fics where the whole thing just happened as a package deal. Every scene was driving the next. I swear the three weeks when I wrote it are like a fever dream. Careful when you pull a narrative thread, children! You never know was is lurking at the other end.

[fic scene ask meme]

#thanks for the ask! #fic scene ask meme #asks

[violet-varicoseveins]

OK so I ate about 2k cals today which was... and L, but I'm under my maintenance AND I got to eat spicy chicken which is my fave

I'm proud of myself because I didn't get too much food like I usually do and binge myself sick

My friend sent me a cute little care package with a squishmallow 🥺 and some candy so I had some of that

Honestly I'm just proud of myself for showing any restraint at all. Usually when I get fast food I get enough for 2 people and when I eat candy or snacks I eat way too much so to just have a few pieces is a start

Time for bed in a few. Gonna try to do another 24+ fast which has been the norm between "meals." I was having wicked cravings all last night which makes sense because I'm on my period so today wasn't the beat day. But it's okay, tomorrow will be better

#tw thinspi #4n4blr #@na vent