#[a third one is in the works but i'm falling asleep lmao]

[jundlcndwastes]

richard riddick & juniper wolfhart for @destincd

[aliensubstance-011]

Fiddlestan AU!!

AU where Ford gets into West Coast Tech, but Stan manages to (somehow) get into Backupsmore and gets roomed with Fiddleford! 

Stan was kicked out after Ford left (because if his brother was ready to leave home, so was Stan). Stan lived in his car & the public libraries he found (all his fake IDs are just fake Library Cards lmao. nerd). Stan also discovered he was queer (did drag for the prize money, then went OH. All these queens are treating me like this because I'm a baby queer. That makes sense. Guess I’m doing guys now.).

I like to think that Stan spent a year or two studying up after Ford left so when he gets in Fiddleford is in his second or third year! This does result in a “I'm your new roommate. You first year?” and Fiddleford going “What in tarnation... I'm THIRD year? How did we end up in the same dorm????”

At first they HATE each other- Fiddleford thinks Stan is reckless, and doesn’t know what he’s doing there, and that he’s kind of stupid, while Stan thinks Fiddleford is some stuck-up hippie who formed an opinion on Stan too quickly (he did). Once they do start talking they have a very quick ‘oh you’re actually not that bad’ moment. Fiddleford leaves before Stan, obviously, but they keep in close contact even after Fiddleford moves in with Emma-Mae. 

Stan and Ford have a huge argument about Ford not needing Stan anymore. Cue: “Of course I need you, you're my brother” “WELL YOU DON'T ACT LIKE IT”, which is another reason that Stan and Fiddleford leave together. Not long after this, around Stan’s graduation,  Fiddleford has a 'I'm gay and don't love my wife' moment, and Stan casually suggests running away, just driving (maybe something a little nostalgic in it, maybe when Stan looks back at his car he feels like he can hear a distant New Jersey shore). The next day Fiddleford shows up with a duffle bag of things, and Stan realises Fiddleford took him seriously. That he’s willing to run away with him, even if it’s not on a boat, that Fiddleford wants to. Stan gets very, very close to realising he’s in love that day. 

They run away after Stan’s graduation and just drive until they get to Gravity Falls! They set up shop there, with Fiddleford doing auto repairs (and making inventions on the side). Fiddleford confesses to Stan when they’re staying in a motel- he thinks Stan is asleep, so he just says that he thinks he’s in love with him, while Stan is laying wide awake in the bed next to him. Stan spends the next few days Freaking The Fuck Out while Fiddleford doesn’t acknowledge what he said. Stan thinks Fiddleford knew he was awake, so when he confesses back he says something along the lines of “I think I’m in love with you, too” and Fiddleford bluescreens.

Just General HCs:

Stan falls first, but doesn't realise until Fiddleford confesses.

Ford is still self centred but doesn't hate Stan. Stan resents Ford for not doing anything when he was kicked out, and a little bit for leaving him. He understands, though, why stay with your good for nothing brother when you have dreams across the country to fulfil? 

Fiddleford is Repressed Gay until he confesses his Awful Secret to Stan who's just like....”okay?”. He does get to the point of marrying Emma-mae, before he confesses to Stan. 

I don't quite know what Stan will be doing, both in Backupsmore and once they move to Gravity Falls. I like a little bit about him either doing Art or Law, but I feel as though he’s not willing nor smart enough (respectively) for either one.

Stan IS smart, don’t get me wrong, he just needs it to be something ‘physical’ that he can interact with. Fiddleford helps a lot with this (having gotten a lot of hands-on work while he was on the farm). 

I think eventually Ford does end up in Gravity Falls too, but by this point he’s distanced himself from everyone not because of Bill, but because of his own hubris. 

Because of Stan and Fiddleford being queer, I don’t think Dipper and Mabel would be allowed to visit them until their parents have no other choice- though they do hear a lot about their Grunkles and see them from time to time. 

If I did include a Bill/main timeline ish plot it’d be Fiddleford who gets tricked- maybe after Ford gets to Gravity Falls, and Bill offers a way to keep Stan happy/repair his relationship with Ford (maybe Fiddleford thinks Stan is going to run away- just without him this time. He knows Stan would never, but he could.) 

I’d probably include a B-plot where Stan thinks Fiddleford will cheat on him with Ford- they click immediately and so much better, Ford is so much smarter, he’s the better twin, because insecure Stan is my favourite thing ever. Just a small detail, but I think that Fiddleford is a lot more confident and stable with Stan, mainly because Stan has encouraged him to step out of his comfort zone so often, and has proved time and time again that all Fiddleford has to do is ask and Stan is right there to catch him.

I'm still not sure what Stan should do, so if anyone has any suggestions, let me know! That and drawing requests god let me draw them PLEASE.

[katsutora]

— HEED

ft. isagi yoichi ; itoshi rin ; nagi seishiro ; bachira meguru ; chigiri hyōma ; itoshi sae

summary: how they are when you’re busy but they’re not

note: did you call, egoist? your fluff writer could only be me. NO JK ashsjdjahahah i love you guys sm though! thanks for the support! <3

⚘ ISAGI YOICHI

ㅤㅤthe sanest one a very decent one. idles somewhere near you because he doesn’t want to bother you, but obviously keeps tabs on you and will bring you snacks and drinks once in a while. a walking convenient store. will also drape a blanket over your shoulders when he notices it’s getting cold. sooo attentive 1000/10. he loves helping you so he’ll definitely feel honored if you ask for his contribution — though it’ll catch him off-guard too. “yoichi.” “!!” he can be funny like that. will carry you to bed regardless of whether not you fall asleep at the end. chef’s kiss. in conclusion: get you an isagi yoichi.

⚘ ITOSHI RIN

ㅤㅤgets... surprisingly clingy? yep, he’s battling his pride. whenever he’s mustered up enough courage to call your name, it’s instantly defeated by his overthinking and so the words died out in his throat. looks like a lost puppy just sitting there in the corner of the room. the embodiment of a CCTV, watchtower incarnate. very quiet too it’s kind of unsettling. when you finally turn to look at him, he’s going to pretend as if he didn’t spend the past thirty minutes trying to figure out how to get your attention. “rin, haven’t you watched this match five times already?” “and? you took five whole hours finishing up one lukewarm task.” gasp. man needs a subtitle like [you didn’t give me any attention for five hours straight and now i'm sad]. is down bad for cuddles and horror movie night but only if you ask him lmfao.

⚘ NAGI SEISHIRO

ㅤㅤdoesn’t care. flops on top of you. needs to be constantly reminded that he is, in fact, 190cm. NAPS in that position if you still don’t give him attention (a menace fr). spends the entire day attached to your hip like that. no but in all seriousness, he only pesters you like this if he thinks you’re overworking yourself. will just drag a seat beside you and go about his day (re: ranking up in games and watching matches chigiri recommended to him + annoying barou in the group chat) if you’re just finishing a task. fidgets with your fingers the moment he finds your hand idling; leans his head on your shoulder when his game character dies. good for you.

⚘ BACHIRA MEGURU

ㅤㅤcurious on what’s gotten you so caught up that he didn’t see you around the house for hours. once he realizes you’re doing some work, he immediately channels his inner motivational speaker. your #1 supporter fr. “you go!” “you can do it!” “you’re doing great!” but he kinda derailed halfway through so … “eat 3 square meals per day!” “get 8 hours of sleep!” “drink 8 glasses of water!” ?? sure, that’s probably just his way of telling you not to forget to take care of yourself. oh and he’s also made himself comfortable in a blanket fort that’s definitely not sloppily constructed to persuade you to take a break. BSJDBKSNDKS !! d-did something just collapse? “meguru?” *MUFFLED SCREAMING*

⚘ CHIGIRI HYŌMA

ㅤㅤyour cup: *exists* ; chigiri: *slowly pushing it to the edge* lmao. likes to think he’s very patient (not at all he's kinda bored). tried calling your name four times to no avail. the first one was only met with a short reply, then you merely hummed in response to the second and third one. got hella confused when you finally didn’t react at all. at some point, he found himself laying his head on your lap, somehow managing to squeeze in between you and the desk. how? kept staring at you trying to catch your attention but you wouldn’t budge, so he resorted to booping your nose. occasionally reaches a hand across your face to test your patience focus. congratulations, you have a house cat.

⚘ ITOSHI SAE

ㅤㅤit’s only fair that he finds himself right beside you just like you’ve always been there beside him — every step of the way. he’s doing random stuffs to pass the time: scrolling through his phone, ignoring rin’s texts, watching a game, reading a magazine, etc. mmm what’s that second one again? will tuck your hair away for you if it’s falling onto your face. places a hand over the sharp corner of the table to protect your head when you’re trying to grab something from the floor. will stay up with you if you’re determined to finish up the work despite having an early morning practice tomorrow. “aren’t you tired, sae?” “aren’t you?” “not at all because you’re here with me.” yk who’s tired? his manager having to reschedule all his appointments because he ended up oversleeping. help.

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[cloudcountry]

movie night

Genre/Tropes: Very "what are we?" vibes.

Summary: After a movie night at Ramshackle, you and Ace are the only ones left awake.

Author's Comments: Okay so I had a love hate relationship with Ace UNTIL his Halloween vignette. That was so cute. I don't love him as much as Deuce (favoritism) but I don't think he's mid anymore LMAO

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The movie playing on Ace’s computer was being drowned out by the sound of Deuce’s snoring and Grim growling. Ace kept glancing your way and making silly faces every time one of them made a noise, causing you to focus less and less on the movie each time. Eventually, you rolled your eyes and paused it, turning your entire body to face Ace. He was smirking, seemingly satisfied with himself.

“I was having a hard enough time focusing with them asleep, now you’re trying to make you not watch the movie?” you whispered, amused.

“It worked.” he stuck his tongue out at you, holding the blanket you two were under closer to his chest.

“You blanket hog!” reached out to snatch it from him, but Ace tugged it out of your grip.

“Tsk tsk tsk.”  he shook his finger at you, eyes gleaming in the darkness, “If you want the blanket so bad you can always just get closer.”

“I’m not going to entertain your antics, Ace.” you rolled your eyes, crossed your arms and scooted away from him, “This is the third time you’re talked about cuddling with me.”

“I bet you’re super cozy, that’s all.” Ace snickered, scooting closer to you.

You watched out of the corner of your eye as he lifted the corner of the blanket, its warmth beckoning you in. Rolling your eyes, you finally relented, taking your place under the blanket. Ace sighed happily, resting his head on you and shutting his eyes.

“See, isn’t this better?” he mumbled, hands brushing against yours.

“It’s definitely warmer.” you agreed, taking his hand in yours.

“You’re bold.” he laughed quietly, giving your hand a squeeze.

“Says the boy that tried to sleep in the same bed as me twice.” you hissed, shoving him playfully.

“Hey, I said I wouldn’t take up a lot of room, didn’t I?” he objected, shoving you back.

You were about to open your mouth to fire an insult at him when Deuce shifted. You both froze, eyes wide as you turned to look at your sleeping friend. He was still very much asleep, his mouth hanging open as another snore escaped him.

“I thought he woke up.” Ace started laughing quietly, “That would have been bad. I like having time with you alone.”

“Stop saying shit like that!” you grabbed a nearby pillow and flung it at his head, “Seriously, you’re such a flirt. Hard to believe you swore off dating because of that middle school girlfriend-”

“Hey!” Ace threw the pillow back at you, his lips twisting into a frown, “I'm more mature now! Plus you’re different, okay? And I don’t hear you complaining!”

“Maybe I should start complaining then.” you huffed, grabbing the pillow and holding it to your chest.

“Why? Do you want me to stop?” Ace scooted closer to you again, tilting his head.

“...No. Not really.” you buried your face in the fabric, trying to hide your face from him.

“Oh. Oh, I see.” Ace laughed, slinging an arm around your shoulder, resting his head on you again, “You like it when I tell you I like you. I see how it is, Prefect. Do you like me?”

“Stop teasing!” you swung the pillow towards his face again, smacking him over and over.

“Okay, okay! I get it!” he grabbed the pillow from your hands and tried to pull it away from you.

You yelped as the yank from Ace sent you crashing down on top of him, your hands flailing for purchase. Freezing immediately after the fall, you refused to acknowledge the position you’d found yourself in. Ace had probably tried to hold you up once he registered that you were falling, which had resulted in your fingers being intertwined. With your weight on top of him, it looked as though you were lying on top of him, holding his hands.

“How did that not wake them up?” Ace muttered under his breath, eyes flickering between you and your two sleeping friends on the couch.

“I don’t know!” you whisper yelled, squeezing his hands as you tried to pull yourself up.

“Maybe we should try to tire ourselves out. You want to go outside?” Ace mumbled, pulling you closer, “We can go on a walk or look up at the stars. I can show you some magic tricks, too.”

“Oh, good idea. Your bad magic tricks will put me right to sleep.” you snorted, pulling the blanket off of your legs.

“Hey! Rude! I’d like to see you try to do a successful trick.” he huffed, throwing off the blanket too.

“I never said they weren’t successful, I said they were bad.” you snickered, holding out your hand for him to take, “Now come on. Are we going or not?” 

[monsterswithimagines]

Undisclosed Desires - Part 20

Joe Goldberg x female!Reader

Summary: Twenty minutes before he would have met Guinevere Beck, Joe meets you instead. You intruige him, but it will soon become clear that there is something off about you.

Words: 1472

Masterlist

Smuuuuuuut. For those of you who are getting bored of the sex parade, don't worry. This is actually the last smutty part in a while. We need to be getting on with the storyline lmao.

What I'm going to do is nothing.

We are having a great night with Paco. He is dressed like Spider-Man, and you love Spider-Man. The two of you talk about the movies and the comics all night.

I feel like a third wheel, but the good kind. We are a tricycle.

One day in the future, we will have a child or a couple of children of our own, and it will be just like this. You will be able to talk to them about their interests and I will be the smiling, overindulgent father who listens and brings home gifts - books, toys, anything they want - and grosses the kids out because he still loves their mother, even after ten, twenty, thirty years of marriage.

I really believe that's our future, (Y/n), and you believe it, too. That email I sent was a mistake, but when you find out about it, I'll say it wasn't me. You'll believe me. You'll think you've been hacked. And of course, it will never happen again.

What was your mother thinking, anyway? Why would she send you an email like that? Doesn't she know how much it hurts you when she speaks to you that way?

One thing's for certain: I see why you feel the need to keep all your anger inside. Your mother is like a child who's tantrums you need to endure. You don't want to be like her. You want to be her opposite in every way.

She was right about one thing, though. I am the perfect man. And as the perfect man, I understand better than her why you try so hard to please your grandparents. Without them, you have no family you can depend on.

You have me, but we are not a family yet. You're not ready to take that step. You like to take things slow, and I'm beginning to better understand why.

At the end of the night, we drop Paco off at home and then go inside. You flop down on the couch and yawn. You worked all day and babysat all night. You are tired.

I sit down next to you and wrap an arm around you. You lean into me and close your eyes, breathing deeply.

This is perfect. I love you when you're like this.

“Hey,” I say.

You answer softly: “hey.”

“You want me to run you a bath?”

“I'll fall asleep and drown.”

I have to admit, that seems like a real possibility. You are just about falling asleep on me already.

“I'll get in with you,” I offer. “And carry you to bed after.”

You humm. You're not agreeing, but you're not disagreeing, either. I get up and go run that bath. You follow me and get undressed on the way. You are not shy about being naked in front of me, now. Even if you were, you're too tired to think about it.

Once the bath is full, I get undressed myself and step into the water. I hiss, because it's a little hot for me, but that's how you like it, so I'll just have to deal. You follow me in and you rest your back against my chest. I wrap my arms around you and you relax even more.

“I love you, Joe,” you say.

“I love you more.”

You don't fight me. We both know it's true.

You tilt your head so I can kiss you. It's slow, almost agonising. We've never had sleepy sex before, or sex in a bath. And you've never been on top while we had sex either. All new possibilities to try.

You notice I'm hard - how could you not? - and you smile into the kiss. Even though the bath is tiny, you manage to manoeuvre around so you're facing me, stradling me.

“I'm really tired,” you tell me, even as you guide me into you with your hand.

“Uh huh,” I say.

You grind. Water makes sex dryer but you are so wet for me that it doesn't matter. You huff out a breath at the tiniest amount of friction and I could come from this, right now. I could. Because of the look on your face. Because of the way your eyes flutter closed when your tiny, tiny movements become a rhythm.

Thank God I didn't fill the bath all the way to the top. Some water sloshes over the edge and I'll have to clean the bathroom later, but it could be worse.

“So tired,” you repeat. “I just want to have this nice bath and go to sleep, Joe. Can we do that?”

“Of course,” I say.

Somebody could hear this conversation and not realize we're having sex. But I am hard inside you and you are pulsing around me and you want my cock, all the time, no matter how tired you are. If you could carry it around inside you, you would.

And I completely understand, (Y/n). Because I want to be inside your pussy forever.

Your movements speed a little and this is driving me insane, this slow build. I stand and I lift you and you let out a squeak. I've never heard you make a sound like that before, but now I want to hear you make it again. You are tired and your guard is down, and I bet I could draw the most beautiful noises out of you tonight. I just bet I could.

I don't care that we're both still wet, and you don't care either. You wrap your legs around me as I carry you to bed, and you pull me with you when I lay you down.

I enter you again in one fluid stroke. I keep the slow pace you set for us, but my thrusts go deep. Our hands interlace above your head as we kiss.

This slowness, it's new. Neither of us are patient when it comes to reaching our peak. But tonight, you are tired, and I am in a mood to explore you. To see what you'll let me do with you.

I want to tie you up. I want to make you come again and again until you're begging for me to stop.

Not now, I decide. But it's not a bad idea.

I kiss your face, your neck. I pull out of you so I can kiss your breasts. You were close already, I can tell from the low moan you let out when I leave you.

“Joe…”

You rarely say my name during sex. I love it.

I massage one of your breasts with my hand while I lick and suck your other nipple. Then, I allow myself to wander. I kiss down your stomach and your legs and I even kiss your feet. My hands rub your thighs and I can see you clenching, but I won't touch you where you want it most. Tonight, you'll only come on my cock.

“Joe…”

I kiss my way back up your body and I kiss every knuckle, every finger, and when I finally enter you again you are a gasping mess. You need it. You need me badly. You are not usually loud but even your soft moans are exquisite, (Y/n). And when they get louder, I know it's because you've never felt like this before.

I feel you cum. Your pussy clenches and your body jolts, and you only let out a single, short “ah!” but it is beautiful. And I am not done with you.

You tremble as I continue to make love to you. My name is a prayer on your lips now. I whisper yours in your ear like a mantra. Your body is tense from your first orgasm and you are close to a second, I can just tell you are. After you cum again, I'll cum. Then, we'll fall asleep just like this, with our bodies still locked together.

“Please, please,” you whisper.

Your second orgasm rolls over you more slowly than the first. You tense and you shudder and I am so, so close behind you. I just need–

“Please, Joe. I need you. I need you.”

That's it. I still as I empty myself inside of you. You stroke your hands through my hair and hold me close and you are not the only one making noises you've never made before, (Y/n). I didn't realize sex could be like this. I feel like a new man.

“That's it,” you tell me when my body finally relaxes. “Thank you, Joe.”

We fall asleep just like that, my body draped across yours like a blanket. Then, an hour later we wake because we are wet and cold, and you complain as I get up to flip the mattress and change the sheets.

And I love you. I love you.

[pink-strawberry-kissess]

Thank you!!!!! @visualheresy :D

rules: give us the links to your fics with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the fewest words.

IM STILL A BABY WRITER FOR THIS FANDOM LOL

Fic with the most hits: The Night Shift

Leon found himself looking forward to each and every shift that she would come in. Knowing that he’d be able to see her again. They went on more “not dates,” which mostly consisted of sitting in the corner of the cafe after his shifts. And occasionally enjoying a stroll in the park that often went on too long into the evening. They spent a few nights on the park benches, staring up at the skies and the few stars that managed to shine. - from chapter 2

Second most kudos: Mornings with you

Still not stirred from her sleep, a soft smile grew on his lips as he admired her sleeping form. So rare to see, he couldn’t help but stare. Like a flower that only blooms once, he cherished these soft moments. Memorizing it and tucking it away. She was much more spared from any scars from the world than him, perhaps it was just her ability to always slip away that kept her more unscathed from the world they lived in. She was perfect to him, despite knowing that she was far from perfect from everyone else’s eyes. Her flaws he always seemed to overlook, found them to be endearing somehow. 

Guess that’s how love works. 

Third most comments: A Midnight with you

“You shouldn’t be playing around when you’re working. Should you, Agent Kennedy?” She asks in sultry honey filled voice.

Leon swallows, unable to stay focused. He’d lose focus whenever he was with her.  Especially from her. The warmth of her hands permeated through his suit to his chest. The feeling of her touch trailed down towards his thigh, getting far too close for comfort. He felt his body twinge suddenly. His dress pants growing uncomfortable in seconds. 

Fourth most bookmarks: A Vacation with you

The morning light fills the entire bedroom in that pleasantly annoying way. The sun is so perfectly bright and beautiful but Leon struggles to keep the light away, shielding his eyes with his arm as he struggles to fall asleep again.

He can’t. His head is still pounding. Albeit more tolerable than last night. But more sleep is exactly what he wanted, he’s on vacation after all. Already regretting his choices yet again, he takes a few seconds to recount his night.

He had dinner by the little restaurant near the hotel, the bar. Drinks. More drinks. Even more drinks. Red cherry. The red drink. Red dress. The woman at the bar.

Ada.

Fifth most words: Longing with you

Ada stirred, a more audible sigh leaving her. “Are you going to sleep or keep staring at me?” She finally opened her eyes to see Leon fairly close to her, just inches apart. Her eyes had already adjusted to the darkness fairly quickly, seeing the halo of the light from the window shining against his dark blond fringe. Casting an heavenly glow to him. A sight she wished she could see more often, just like this, every night. After everything was said and done, and they only had each other and nothing else.

“I don’t know. Will I see you in the morning?”

Fic with the fewest words: and i'm cheating here but my one post of all my fanarts has the fewest words LMAO some of my leon x ada fanart

my current fave is my newest piece

i have no idea who to tag but whoever wants to do this!!! please do!!!!!!!

[cinematicsoph]

a visceral feeling • calum hood blurb

summary: you wake up with a pounding headache in the middle of the night and Calum helps you. He's being so incredibly kind and you can no longer ignore your feelings

warnings: none (just sickenly sweet lmao)

a/n: I really miss Cal tbh and i really like the word visceral lmao. so this blurb was born. i kinda don't know how i feel about it but my friends liked it so :/ also this is my first time writing in second person so i apologize if it's awkward, i'm trying lmao

Copyright @ 2022 sophi_quimby. All rights reserved. This original work is not allowed to be reposted on any platform in any format by anyone but me

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visceral: feelings that you feel very deeply and find it difficult to control or ignore

   It’s nearly one in the morning and you can’t sleep. You’re staying over at Calum’s house, as you have been for the last week or so, and you have a pounding headache that just won’t go away. You’ve tried everything. You’ve tried shutting all the lights off, having no noise, drinking water, even taking Tylenol PM hasn’t helped. You walk into the kitchen for what is probably the third time since you went to bed. You open the fridge and grab the water pitcher. You grab the glass that you left out after the last time you got a glass of water and fill it back up. As you bring the water pitcher back to the fridge, you feel arms wrap around your waist and a head lay against your shoulders.

   “What are you doing up, Cal?”

   “Woke up n you weren’t there. Missed your warmth.” His voice is sleepy and muffled, an obvious sign that he had just woken up. “What’s wrong, babe? Why are you still up?”

   “I just have a pounding headache and nothing seems to be helping. I’ve tried shutting lights off, taking Tylenol, I’ve had about three glasses of water. Nothing works.” You turn around and face Calum, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I can’t sleep cause of it.” You play with the baby hairs at the bottom of his neck.

   “‘M sorry. How about you come to bed and I’ll play with your hair and sing to you until you fall asleep. If you fall asleep that is.”

   “You’re the best” you smile and lay your head on his chest. He rests his on top of your and lightly kisses your head. 

   “Why don’t you grab your water and then we can go up.” He asks you and you nod. You step out of his arms and grab your glass of water. He grabs your other hand and brings you upstairs to his bedroom.

   You let Calum lay down on the bed first and you lay down with your head on his chest. He kisses your head and starts playing with your hair.

   “What would you like me to sing tonight, baby?” He always asks you what song you want him to sing, and every time you say the same song.

   “Disconnected.” You smile and look up at him. It’s your favorite 5sos song, the boys all know it. When they decided to put it back on the setlist for the Take My Hand world tour, you were the first person they told. It made you so happy to know that every time they played it, Calum thought of you.

   “Don’t know why I even asked.” He starts singing your song and you closes your eyes, just enjoying the sound of his voice and the feeling of his hands in your hair.

   You’ve only been dating for a few months, but you know you two would do anything for each other. Neither of you have said I love you. You’re pretty sure you feel that way for him, but the idea of love kind of scares you. But laying here with him playing with your hair and singing your song, you can’t describe the feeling as anything other than love.

   “I love you.” You whisper. He stops singing and stops playing with your hair. There’s silence afterward, and you pray that he just didn’t hear you, but you know that’s not the case.

   “You do?” He whispers in shock. You look up at him and see him with a shocked expression on his face. You panic and freeze. ‘Fuck, did I just ruin the best relationship I’ve ever had?’ “Y-You love me?”

   You nod hesitantly. “Yeah. Yeah, I love you a lot actually.” Your eyes fill with tears. You’re scared and nervous and so so in love with this man.

   “I love you too.” He smiles the widest smile you think you’ve ever seen on Calum’s face. “I was waiting to say it, I didn’t want to scare you away.” He chuckles nervously and rubs the back of his neck, a nervous habit of his. “I didn’t want to make you feel rushed.”

   “I felt the same. But laying here with you, with you singing my song and playing with my hair, I couldn’t ignore it anymore. I love you and it’s a feeling that I can’t ignore anymore.”

   “A visceral feeling?” He chuckles.

   “Sure, a visceral feeling.”

[historia-vitae-magistras]

"I'm not being mouthy."

Matt. Honey. If it were LITERALLY anyone else talking to LITERALLY anyone else, that'd be true.

But this is you talking to your father. By those standards, you're being outrageously impertinent. 😂

I love those two in the modern day 🥺 Arthur's trying so hard to be a good dad now and make Matt rest before he collapses, and Matt's actually confident enough to talk back and banter with him! I love it so much!

(Also liked: "I've gotten five hours every night!", Arthur and Rhys passing out on the couch watching Coronation Street together, and Matt planning to sleep in the study. The whole thing about him sleeping in Arthur's study throughout time just makes my heart go all melty.)

Aaaaaaaah, thank you!!! His attitude problem is downright Alfred-esque when he's that tired lmao. Putting a little more verve in him lately feels sooooo good to write. He spent enough of his life keeping his mouth shut and being neglected. He earned that right to backtalk!

And god, same on the sleeping in the study. Matt got into the habit when he was quite small, maybe even before the handover, always kind of being a creepy little owly fuck clambering around unnoticed just outside the pool of candlelight, often scaring the shit out of Arthur if he noticed. Francis, Alasdair and Arthur were all in the habit of leaving the house for long periods without communicating their plans for various reasons, leaving Matt an anxious ball of abandonment issues. He couldn't complain so his solution was to sleep as close as he could to whoever was supposedly in charge of him. And often, that meant falling asleep outside Francis' or Arthur's door or in the study or the library or wherever else his guardians burned the midnight oil.

Francis sometimes indulged him, but more often just wasn't in Quebec or scolded him for eavesdropping or being clingy. Alasdair purchased a trundle after the third time he nearly broke his neck tripping over Matt curled up on the floor outside the door. Arthur, though, did not know how to address the problem. It became clear rather quickly that while he could force Matt to go to his bed, he couldn't force him to sleep.

So eventually, he let him start curling in front of the fire or on the sofa while he worked. Sitting there with a book and a blanket, and the cat is usually in his lap or very nearby, and having Arthur with in eyeshot, was as good of sleep as any Matt ever had. The study is designated as safe the way Alasdair or Alfred is safe. And later, as he grew and grew and fucking grew, the chesterfield sofa was probably one of the last places in the house he could stretch out and nap as he outgrew all his old hiding spots.

[kitausuret]

Multiples of 4 for SymbiOT3? Only as many of those as you want

For you, Dok, one of the first people on board this ship with me.. I will indulge this. Or at least a few of them.

4. Which one is more protective? Who needs to be ‘protected’?

This one is soooooo funny because @amaronith and I have literally discussed this and the answer is always "they all protect each other" but I feel like mostly Eddie and Flash's instinct is to protect the symbiote. I also though feel that whoever is at that moment bonded to the symbiote is probably more like... aware of the partner who is not being potentially more vulnerable? I think Flash is probably more foolhardy about it though. Symbiote or no he WILL throw himself into the fray. My precious himbo. 💖

8. What happens if one of them gets sick?

So, haha, I have 100% written this already for Flash and the symbiote, but that aside.. If one of the humans is sick, the first call is probably to May Parker because obviously they need her chicken soup recipe. Other than that, if Eddie is the one who's sick, he does not get to work, Mister don't even think about touching that laptop and all. Flash is a little bit more self-aware of his limitations but he gripes about it a lot. If the symbiote gets sick, they probably reach out to Reed Richards if they can because he's probably the closest they can get to an expert opinion while on Earth. Other than that, love and patience and lots and lots of fluids.

12. Do they have many heated arguments? How do they smooth things over?

I'm sure they have their fair share! Eddie and Flash are both pretty bull-headed and while it helps to have a third party, it also makes the symbiote sometimes feel like it's obligated to be a mediator (or tie-breaker). It's complicated when you literally know both of their brains. This sounds silly but they probably fall back on things they've each learned in therapy to de-escalate. 😅 It's important to have growth. They try not to go to bed angry at each other though.

16. Can they stay up all night just talking?

While it's romantic to think that they would I DO think that Flash has a tendency to drop off to sleep as soon as he starts getting tired. He can and will fall asleep to the sound of Eddie's voice. He is just exhausted. When Eddie has insomnia though I'm sure he and the symbiote stay up communicating, maybe silently. Or if someone stirs awake or can't sleep, the symbiote is always there.

20. Choose one song that perfectly describes their relationship.

I didn't want to just say "Dust to Dust" by The Civil Wars again so... "Days of Thunder" by The Midnight. It's about the complexities.

Love is a fatal flaw / Is a broken jaw / Is a burning bridge

24. Who's more likely to give the other a massage?

Honestly the symbiote does it for them out of instinct. Eddie is tensed up like 99% of the time so he usually needs a shoulder rub. Man needs to learn to loosen his muscles or they'll start cramping.

28. What are there thoughts on pet names? Do they have any?

100% on Amaronith for this one but Eddie calls Flash "golden boy". It's that old trope of "this started out derogatory but now it's affectionate". For the symbiote, honestly I will just defer to canon for this ("love", "darling", and "dear" from Eddie; Flash is not very good at terms of endearment so hilariously he might stick to "partner", "friend" lmao but @dyradoodles had the galaxy brain idea of "sweetheart" so. yoink!). I like the idea of Flash calling Eddie "babe" it seems fitting.

For the symbiote, Eddie is its "heart" and Flash is its "light" but I've already explored that here like the SAP I am.

32. Who's the better story teller?

Eddie, probably. He has a natural flair for the dramatic but is also very long-winded. He has a wonderful way with words though and Flash and the symbiote like to listen to him talk. Like he could read the phone book and Flash would just gaze lovingly upon him for ages.

36. Who's more likely to fire up the stove at 2am because the other woke up in the middle of the night hungry?

Flash. Especially if he's having trouble sleeping. However, Eddie might be up at 2AM stress-baking (thanks @cannibal-wings for this HC.. wow, this is turning into a group effort huh).

44. Who would dance in the kitchen making dinner? Would the other join in or watch from the doorway?

Obviously depending on mobility situation, I feel like this is a Flash mood, and Eddie is probably in the doorway smiling. Unless the symbiote drags him over. Unless Flash has the symbiote and a tentacle reaches out and drags Eddie in hehe.

52. Describe their weekend getaway?

I really like the idea of them going upstate to visit Flash's mom regularly and maybe they go to like... a state fair or something that would be cute. They win the mega big prizes for random kids there. The symbiote makes itself sick on fried oreos.

56. What do they do turn the other on/put them in the mood?

Well... I'm not saying Flash can get turned on at the drop of a hat but, lol. Eddie likes to be wooed a little bit more, a build-up from a nice evening together is good. Maybe one of his favorite records. The symbiote might make a few suggestive comments, put a few ideas in someone's head. It enjoys this, too. ;)

60. Who pulls the other closer when they’re sleeping?

The symbiote! It likes to tug everyone together. Except when it's like, 100 degrees Fahrenheit outside. Then it's going to go sleep in the freezer. Eddie himself also tends to gravitate towards a sleeping partner, usually with just like an arm, but Flash will actively seek out warmth. Rudely presses his cold nose against Eddie's back, I'm sure. 🙄🤭

Wow this was so many but I did almost all of them!! Thank you for this though you know I am always weak for the symbiot3.

Ask me questions about my ships!

[bates--boy]

WHYYYY do you use AAVE? You're fucking bRiTiSh, the CHILD of ENGLAND AND SWEDEN, LITERALLY THE WHITEST COMBO EVER. You sound so stupid lmao "finna get some fish an' chips. Oi oi, bestie, haters be killing the vibe with tea an' crumpets, guvnuh! Chewsday gonna be hella lit, bruv!" headass Your music career is gonna flop once people see what a pathetic poser you are. No wonder you're called ""Atrocity"" lmaooo Everything about you is a disaster

First, I'm fully, officially Swedish. Documented and certified. Check my records, ask my Papa. Don't ask Arthur, because his opinion doesn't matter.

Second...

Third, I could brag about my ongoing accomplishments, but truthfully? You aren't worth it.

You sound like a WASP, to be honest, one of those annoying types with the nasally Valley Girl voice who makes their whole personality about shopping at Urban Outfitters and listening to some indie, obscure artists like Local Natives or Hippo Campus or some shit. "Finna get some fish and chips" You can't even do AAVE right.Lemme guess: you are also the type to complain, "why can Black people say the N word but I can't?" and that is why your "friends" don't talk to you. Maybe make friends outside of your group of Kensleighs and Jeffersons and you might pick up on the intricacies of AAVE without sounding like a Karen.

You're probably a Plain Jane or an Average Joe sporting a Hank Hill ass, just straight back all the way down to your calves. Probably the one who was always picked last for teams at recess or P.E. and never got a Valentine's Day card at school. To make up for being a dullard no one wants around, you tried to make yourself "quirky" by Naruto running down the hall and growling at people, and then bitch and moan to the principal about the bullying you rightfully deserved, you fucking Mary Sue, Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way ass bitch. I would ask you "where are you in life?" but I'm not really interested (I bet you hear that a lot in your life) because it's the same thing day in and day out for you, isn't it? Get out of bed, consider a drink at seven in the morning to get you through the workday, cry in the shower, clock in, work your hours, have a boring egg salad sandwich for lunch, clock out, and watch Eat, Pray, Love or Sex in the City for the third night in the row until you fall asleep. Or! Maybe you treat yourself occasionally by going to town with your Hitachi wand or your weird ass fleshlight until you collapse. Might I suggest switching it up with a vibrating buttplug or an ejaculating dildo? Surely, you're bored and sore with having that broomstick up your ass.

Anyways, your Mom is an OnlyFans whore, which is funny because, like you, she looks like a substitute teacher with allegations, and it's your dad that's the cum dumpster so he should be the OF whore, anyway. Either way, your mom shoulda had the good sense to swallow so that her disappointment of a kid wouldn't plague my presence and ruin my day with their boring ass decades later.

[dusts hands] Alright, I think that covers all of the bases! You may get out of my sight, now! And after you leave my sight, maybe think about changing your underwear and going to a clinic? Because I smell tuna and yeast and onion, yet there is not a filet-o-fish in sight, so that stink must be coming from somewhere.

[mlmxreader]

Hey! As always, I hope you're doing well.

Okay, first off, thank you once more for gracing us with the beautiful picture that is your dog! Goodness gracious he's so flipping cute, I absolutely can not, CANNOT!!

Secondly, happy birthday? Belated, upcoming?! Either way, HAPPY BIRTHDAY🥳!! And congrats on the good work in digging those trenches. Your boss' comments and your response made me chuckle 😆.

Third, I just saw that you posted Run Away with Me ... if I could put a gif in these anonymous asks I would and it would be a stream of tears and a slow clap. The way you incorporated those lines into this piece was *chefs kiss*.

The additon of Missus Solomons being the first person he came out to and her being so fully supportive and pointedly using masculine terms had me crying with joy!! Because even in the mess that is all the bigotry, we can't forget that there are people who genuinely care about the person and I just cannot even rely how heartwarming it was for me to read that. This in addition with this line:

"He kept it all the way to the front lines. Alfie promised once. He didn't need to promise again."

Literally the feral energy you have elicited within me with this because my heart is just so incredibly full. When I requested this, I think I expected the lines to be in a comedic, fluff piece but this... yeah this was excellent!! On the backdrop of the dark reality that is being at war, you still managed to have a moment of reprieve for these two, even if the only way they can hold one another is under the guise of keeping warm. Alfie constantly thinking about his partner and wanting to make that journey to Germany, even if it could all be a hoax, regardless of the risks it could have on his person, he'd take them all because that's how much he loves his husband 😢🥹.

Thank you so, so much for writing this, you have no idea how grateful I am for this and for you!! Seriously 🤍🤍🤍!

🐍anon

hi!!! I'm doing alright, thank you 🫶🏻

yeah, he's dopey too lmao he does this thing called land sharking where he lies down and his lips fall out of place so his teeth are bared and he'll fall asleep like that 😅 but he did also steal a triceratops teddy bear which he now cuddles into when he's in the other dog's (Flash's) bed

also, thank you. I don't really celebrate it anymore, but it was on the 20th - so I'm now 22 and I honestly just don't really care lmfao I'm more worried about whether or not I can get enough money to survive the month 😅

third: I'M SO GLAD YOU ENJOYED IT!!!!! honestly any excuse to write WW1 stuff I am taking it and I am happy w it shfksjfkdkf

WE LOVE MISSUS SOLOMONS IN THIS HOUSE!!!! SHE'S AN ABSOLUTE ICON!!!! it's a shame we never got to see her in the series, but if Alfie's anything to go by, I think it's safe to say that she's a "do no harm but take no shit" type and would 100% be more inclined towards the socialism side of things as opposed to anything else - so she's an icon!!!

the early 1900s were, admittedly, a shitty time for trans people - almost as bad as it is now and even though he was far from perfect and he didn't get everything right, Magnus Hirschfeld did open the first gender affirming clinic in 1919 (along w some other colleagues), so there WAS very much a safe place for trans people at the time.

but anyways shfkajfkajfja thank you 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 I'm genuinely so, so glad that you enjoyed it!!!

[alpacahat67]

Woah hey haha didn't know there were so many people out there who liked both TWST AND Labyrinth uhh.

...Am I legally obligated to talk about my Jareth TWST oc now?

I guess so. Here's the boy. My little meow meow.

I guess I'll give oc info here now!

[Octavinelle Dorm]

Jewell Labelle Twisted from: Jareth the Goblin King (Labyrinth 1986) Other inspirations: Ziggy Stardust (The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders From Mars)

Grade/Class: Junior/Class C Birthday: August 10th (Leo) Species: Fae (Specifically barn owl) Age: ??? (Says he's around 18 though) Height: 6" (183 cm) Dominant Hand: Left Homeland: Briar Valley Club: Film Studies Club Best Subject: Conjuration Hobbies: Guitar Pet Peeves: Bad hair days (lol) Favorite Food: Mice (it's actually angel food cake but he isn't going to tell that to anyone lol) Least Favorite Food: All fish. Of any kind. Talent: Magic Tricks

Sexuality: Bisexual Gender: Yeah. Pronouns: He/Him Family: Anastasia Labelle (mother), Essex Labelle (father)

Stubborn yet charming. Like most Octavinelle students, Jewell will do anything to get his way, including underhanded tactics. And if something is not to his liking, he will complain. A lot.

Unique Magic: "Such a pity..."

Jewell can condense a fantasy of his making into the form of a bubble. Once this bubble pops against the skin of someone, the afflicted person will soon fall asleep, dreaming of the fantasy the bubble was made from. This slumber can last up to 13 hours at the most. Outside forces will not wake the sleeping person, however, they can definitely become aware that they are dreaming and wake themself up. (Like how Sarah sees the clock and realizes she's dreaming in the ballroom scene in Labyrinth.)

Backstory!!

Jewell is the only son of a fae archivist and resides in the Briar Valley. Considering the amount of fae species spread throughout the world of Twisted-Wonderland, it occurred to Jewel's great-great-grandfather many years ago to begin to archive information about all of these species. Their work is nowhere near done, hence why Jewell is next in line to continue the work of his ancestors. Jewell doesn't particularly want this role. He's more upset that he isn't somewhere else touring with some friends and playing guitar. But there's not much he can do, is there? Life isn't fair.

As a result of his father's profession, he had to travel around a lot, leaving Jewell with a near-nonexistent relationship with his father. His mother, on the other hand, is overbearing in the sense that she is far too worried about his physical safety and well-being to the point where she doesn't allow Jewell to leave the estate by himself. Yet, she has made no point to try to fix Jewell's unsavory way of treating the people around him. Objectively, he is mean and manipulative for fun.

There IS more to Jewell's backstory but I'm still working on some characters involved with him, so this is a WIP for now :3

Fun Jewell Facts:

-Jewell can turn into a barn owl (he also screeches like one!) -He has a deal with Azul where he technically doesn't "work" at the Mostro Lounge like other students. He's entertainment. He'll play guitar or do magic tricks for customers. -He has this DRAMATIC ASS on-and-off relationship with another oc I have twisted from Howl Pendragon LMAO -One time he scared a napping Leona on purpose. Leona knew it was Jewell. He didn't give a shit. -He's like the only Octavinelle student who actually passed flight class (that's not saying much he passed with a D+). Well, he takes potion-making over flight now but before he was a third year? -Jewell can turn his head 270 degrees like an owl. He also is able to eat small rodents and bugs. They don't taste very good but he says he eats mice regularly to scare people. -HATES Malleus Draconia with a PASSION for NO REASON. Anarchy except for the King of Goblins, he's okay. -He acts in films for the Film Studies club on occasion. Jewell mainly helps with general audio stuff and helps compose music.

List of References made to Jareth, Ziggy Stardust, or generally David Bowie in Jewell's character:

-Jewell is unwilling to take over his father's profession but has to do it anyway similar to how Jareth seems unwilling to be the Goblin King but has to anyway. Both of them would rather be down in SoHo lol. -Left-handed, extremely pale ("He played it left-hand, but made it too far", "Well-hung and snow white tan" -Ziggy Stardust (TRAFOZSATSFM)) -Heterochromia (Bowie had anisocoria, his left pupil was permanently dilated as a result of a fight with George Underwood over a girl when he was a teenager. It's a common misconception that Bowie had heterochromia. Hence why I gave Jewell heterochromia.) -The pouch hanging from his belt looks like Hoggle's pouch of trinkets that Sarah steals at some point for a reason. -I created the whole barn owl subset of fae entirely because of Jareth shifting into the form of a barn owl in Labyrinth. -Jewell's mother Anastasia is technically twisted from the Junk Lady. I chose her because, in a SINGLE draft of the Labyrinth script, she was Jareth's mother. And I thought it was FUNNY.

This boy is a combo of Jareth (shown to be selfish and manipulative) and Ziggy Stardust (literally died because he got too famous and let it get to his head). Get him help his ego is farrr too big.

[ningningsdream]

jaemin literally does NOT care about jiwoo LMAO 😭😭 also i had a few questions!!

what does the writing process look like for you and why did you decide to start this ~amazing~ ff?

how often do you write and update ?

lastly, can i be 🦋 anon?? i have a feeling i'm going to continue to drop some thoughts 🤭

i love when delulus are proven wrong

omg first of all, thank you for the questions!

disclaimer: idk other writers' process so idk if mine is common or not, i'm not in any way saying that mine is the best or that everyone should process like me. i'm just stating what works for me and how i process

for starter, i usually have the idea for the fic first before "giving" it to one member. like i have a plot and i see who fits it more or which member i see being the male lead of it. it's never the other way around, like, i don't write fics/plots for a specific member. i just can't, i suck at it lol. that's why i can't do request.

for the plots, i'm often inspired by my real life and what goes on around me or like shows i watch, things i read etc... im the type of person that writes an entire movie to fall asleep so sometimes ideas just pop here and there.

for example, for tviys (thank you for calling it amazing btw), i've had friends who liked the same guy, i've had friends that liked the same guy as me and it turned out to be a pretty common thing. and there's this whole girls' code thing, which is kind of dumb in my opinion, like, if your friend and you, both, find another person interesting, one of you is gonna talk first about the fact that you like that third person, and suddenly the other one just have to shut up because they weren't fast enough to call 'dibs', even though it's often never really said blatantly. and wdym you called dibs on someone? they're a human being?? they can make their own choices?? who are you to make that choice for them? and if you go for your friend's crush, you automatically become the bitch, even if you started liking that person before or at the same time as your friend, because it was publicly known in your friend group or in general that your friend liked that person. in shows, you often see the one going for her friend's crush as the 'villain' and often show writers wrote them as such, but i wanted to show the other side of the story. the side that is usually hated. for me, jiwoo is the cliché 'y/n', but in this she's put in a 'realistic' world. in another story, jiwoo would've been the main character and people would've probably been on her side if they saw the story from her pov.

ofc you can be!! please do! i love it! i hope this wasn't too boring or messy!

[kamiko1234]

Okay! So ,I have reached about a third of chapter 9 of TLO and ngl I'm getting rly tired now. So please excuse me if this post is a bit less energetic than the others. Anyway so APPARENTLY THERE'S A CURSE OF ARCHILLIES NOW!? AND BOTH LUKE AND PERCY HAVE IT???? Ngl when it was mentioned that weapons didn't work on Luke/Kronos earlier I honestly assumed it was, well- Kronos and his frankly OP powers doing this. Luke's body "being prepared" reffering to what I assumed was just a bunch of training. NEVER in my life could I have thought that there was a Archilles Curse involved. I wonder what Luke's weak spot is, and what he may have seen when he bathed. Probably Thalia and Annabeth, May too with a good chance. Also ffs what the HADES was that with Nico!? Headcanon that Percy got some good Luke flashbacks there lmao. (Atleast Nico did go back on the "betrayal" at the end) Honestly, at this point I'm starting to feel bad for the guy, as genuinly apathetic as I am to him in every other aspect at this point. Then again with his curse Percy definitely got something cool going on again! I hope that'll be able to spark some intrigue in me again. Ngl I'm PRAYING it'll go like that because in his basics I do like the guy, I just think his issues and stuff are just boring compared to everyone else as of now. Also love how Percy decided to just- pull up with 40 demigods on what's basically Zeus' front door to tell him to get off his ass. Say what you want that move is badass. NGL I'm also hyped for the scene of a young luke with Thalia but I wanna save that for a time where I am NOT actively wishing to fall asleep. So I'll deffo check that one out tomorrow! On an off note, I have decided that I'm going to end this series of me posting about reading the books after the end of this one. I do still plan on reading the rest of the books ofc, but Ido want to return to posting stuff besides pjo on my main blog again. I also want to get into the fandom. Which will inevitably lead to me seeing spoilers (dw it's fine, ik it's unavoidable). And tbh I don't rly think the series has any real appeal continuing with spoilers, since the point is sharing my view as a first time reader with little to no influence and previous knowlege. Not to worry though! I plan on opening a pjo side blog once I'm done with the OG series where I'll occasionally post my thoughts on the books as I read them. Just not as regulary as I do on here.

As always I ask everyone to please not spoil me^^

[starseverance]

Banana pudding, Strawberry Shortcake, and S-’Mores!

Ask Game Link! Hi hi Haven! Thank you for the ask! I'll answer this one for 💫!

banana pudding: how do you and your f/o cuddle? does it vary when one of you is sad or tired? do you fall asleep huddled up to each other, or do you prefer to have space to roll around? When 💫 and I cuddle it's usually spooning, me lying on top of him, or cuddling facing one another. It doesn't really change when one of us is sad or tired- other than that it happens more. We usually fall asleep huddled up together, often with me on his chest.

strawberry shortcake: does you or your f/o like to cook/bake? are they good at it? does one of you cook for the other, do you make an activity out of cooking together, or do you both prefer to cook for yourselves or order takeout? I hate baking but loved baked goods, so sometimes I put up with it for the sake of a delicious treat. I'm not huge on cooking either, but thankfully 💫 doesn't mind cooking. And I mean, he's also super rich with a private chef and all, but he does cook sometimes. Mostly healthy stuff that I refuse to touch because I'm a picky eater lol. I love ordering takeout but I'm sure he'd prefer if we did that less.

s'mores: do you and your f/o have any travel plans? what about bucket list destinations? any past vacation, road trip, or camping experiences that went super well and/or terribly? We do have some travel plans! We're leaving for a trip to Europe on our anniversary this year although he's kinda just third wheeling my friend and I who planned the trip. Our biggest bucket list destination together is China, we hope to get married there someday! Even if we don't get married on that trip, there are so many unique cultures and places within China that I'd love to explore. I've gotta work on being a less picky eater before a trip like that though, because I don't want to go all the way across the world and then refuse to eat anything but dessert and white rice. "You do that here." -💫 He's such an asshole sometimes. He's not wrong though lmao.

[beauleifu]

Can I have a Nezha x reader where reader is just exhausted from the days work and just wants to rest while hugging their friend (who also needs to take a break)

Of course, dearly anonymous! Nezha is honestly the perfect teddy bear substitute lmao

Roughly 1.2k oneshot, hope you enjoy!

P.S. - I recommend listening to The Loser by Zach Farache while reading. Like a slowed version or sth <3

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NEZHA X READER

Lego Monkie Kid

Context: You return one day from work just - exhausted, to say the least. And Nezha, having crashed at your place aver Lady Bone Demon's defeat, is more than willing to do nothing with you.

TW: None. FLUFF

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"Uuurgghhh . . ."

You park the car and lean back in your seat, utterly fed up with the long shifts your manager puts you on. It's been days and your schedule hasn't changed.

Strictly speaking, you haven't gotten a proper day off in a week.

With aching feet and legs, you hop out of your vehicle (almost forgetting to lock it), and head for the front door of your home. It's not much, and your new roommate Nezha has made it clear that you're terrible at keeping it clean.

Yes. The Third Lotus Prince.

After defeating Lady Bone Demon but failing the one job he had, the lotus prince has decided to lay low until news comes.

Honestly, you don't know what kind of news he's looking for, but you were happy to host him in your humble abode. Funny, even after losing his position, he'd still be working tirelessly.

Seems like the dude is getting about as much sleep as you.

Besides, he's found it necessary to perform a daily cleanse of the surrounding dark energy. The first time you witnessed the glowing pink petals flowing gently throughout your house without the hint of a breeze was amazing. You were struck dumb with awe and fascination, but made sure not to bother Nezha's meditation session. Sometimes you'd even attempt to join him. You know he appreciates it whenever you do; he's almost touched at your attempts.

Lately, though, you've been working constantly. It's getting tedious and tiring.

Huffing, you close the front door behind you.

"I'm home. . . ."

Silence.

You expect as much, considering the time and the fact that you encouraged Nezha to get some sleep today (for the longest time, he'd been substituting it for meditation in order to guard the map 24/7. Obviously, there's no need for that now, but it's become a bad habit).

With a sigh, you drop your stuff on the counter, going to get yourself a cup of water.

Soft footsteps reach your ears. "(Y/N)?"

Nezha's in the kitchen, brewing some tea. And it's astonishing.

He'd approached you when he heard your voice, but seems surprised to see you in front of him, eyes wide.

"Wha- Shouldn't you be asleep??" You whisper/yell, then let out a huge yawn. Afterwards, you check the time. "It's . . . it's two in the morning."

The Third Lotus Prince glances sideways. "I decided to wait for you."

"Couldn't sleep?" You guess.

When you side-step him and cross the kitchen to the cabinets in search of a water glass, Nezha sighs. "I suppose that's part of the reason why."

You hum tiredly, eyes hooded. "Well . . . at least I don't have to feel bad for waking you up."

"Of course not," Nezha agrees softly, eyes downcast.

You notice then, the bags under his eyes, the awkward yet exhausted way he holds himself. Clearly, he's as burnt out as you. Taking a long sip of water to think about your next course of action, your eyes fall on his arms. Strong, warm, firm . . . you've been in them before and have longed for that feeling ever since.

Right now, the thought is hard to ignore.

The Prince's eyes dart up. "So . . . how was work, then?"

"Fine, thanks. . . ."

You pause, frowning slightly at him. He simple tilts his head in return. "You're, ah . . . staring. Something on your mind?"

Biting your lip, you think about it.

Right now, you're tired.

So tired, you're unafraid of the consequences of your next words.

"Can I . . ."

No.

Maybe there is a part of you that's aware and active. Swallowing, you search for a better way to ask your question. Honestly, you're too tired to even feel anxiety.

"Would you mind if I hugged you? . . . Right now?"

Nezha blinks, eyes slightly widening. But not to an extensive degree, no; that takes too much energy.

He suddenly smiles tiredly.

"All right. C'mere."

With that, he holds his arms out, head tilted slightly to the side as he considers you without really seeing you. Relieved, you take a few steps forward, arms outstretched, and fall into the embrace with your eyes closed. Nezha's hands find your back and one rubs in slow circles, the other tugging your shirt down over your pants. Okay, perhaps he's not so tired as to fail to notice your unpresentable attire.

Whenever you get off work lately, you stop caring about how you look on your way home. So ruffled collars, untucked shirts and mismatched socks galore.

Smiling faintly, you inhale his familiar scent, face buried in the hoodie you'd bought for him.

The stress just dissipates into the air.

". . . Thngks."

"Hmm?" Nezha prompts, leaning against the counter. "I didn't catch that."

Internally eye-rolling, you scoff. "Thanks, dork."

"You're welcome-" A huge yawn interrupts whatever Nezha was going to say. When he finishes, he taps your shoulder thoughtfully. "I think the couch would be more comfortable. Should we migrate?

"Mm."

"You're . . . not going to move, are you."

The smile works its way onto your face despite the exhaustion. You've all but melted in the Prince's arms. " . . . Nah."

He sighs in slight exasperation.

"Carry me?" You offer, eyes still closed. The idea in itself sounds wonderful; who wouldn't love a break from using their feet for once. But Nezha's tired, so you make sire to add; "Please . . ?"

A pause.

Fair enough. He deserves some time to consider the strain of carrying you.

Nezha is a deity, though.

You're positive he could carry you times 50.

After a moment, Nezha exhales softly in defeat. "All right," he says, bending his knees. His arms slide down to hook under your rear and you're suddenly hoisted into the air. Instinctively, you wrap your legs around his torso, arms slung lazily over his shoulders with your face still half-buried in the Prince's hoodie.

You smile tiredly, eyes closed. The energy to open them is too costly.

"Everything okay?" Nezha murmurs, heading for the couch.

"Mm."

When you arrive, he doesn't set you down. Rather, the Lotus Prince seats himself on the couch, making sure your legs won't get trapped behind, and proceeds to sink back into the cushions.

You take this as a sign to get comfortable. But first, you sit back and rub your eyes 'cause they're being bothersome.

Cracking them open, you blink slowly at Nezha.

"Can I sleep here . . ?"

The Prince yawns, eyes half-lidded with sleep. "Yes . . . one moment, okay?"

"Okay. . . ."

You scootch off him when he shifts, propping a pillow against the armrest and laying down. Head on the pillow, he extends one arm and beckons you over.

"You wanted to cuddle, correct-"

A noise of surprise escapes Nezha when you suddenly fall forward, albeit slowly, and promptly lay with your head on his chest.

A sigh of relief leaves you.

Nezha hums at your performance, one arm behind his head while the other goes to mess with your hair or the hem of your sleeve. It's lulling, and you close your eyes as the feeling of safety engulfs you. Here, there's not a threat in the world. You're safe, comfy, and warm, and wouldn't trade this for the world.

Work was exhausting, but coming home to this makes it all worthwhile.

"Goodnight, (Y/N)," Nezha murmurs, gazing at the ceiling for a moment. Then he, too shuts his eyes and allows sleep to claim his soul.

You don't reply, already fast asleep.