#✱ candy has joined the party {crack}

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alien

max verstappen x reader | 1k

you and max keep trying to sneak up on each other. 'tis the season, after all.

cw: established relationship, a scary movie, some screams. fluff!

a/n: as sweet as a bag of halloween candy. sue me.

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The first time is an accident. You're looking at your phone, thumbs moving quickly as you round the corner in Max's apartment to the kitchen.

"Do you remember when Alex's party is?" you ask.

No reply.

You look up, brow furrowed. Is it not in here?

Sure enough, Max is in the kitchen, back to you and headphones on as he cracks open some wet food for the cats. His head bops to whatever techno nonsense you're sure he's listening to and it's clear that he has not heard you.

That's fine. You can wait. Elbows on the marble of the kitchen island between you, you admire the line of his shoulders, the way his muscles shift under his t-shirt. He might be between races right now but you know he spent the first few hours of the day training and it shows. Damp hair beneath his headphones from his shower while you were napping, soft pants slung low on his hips.

Max is good looking all the time, and much of the world would agree with you. But this Max is your favorite -- the one very few get to see. Comfortable in his home, dancing in his kitchen while he fixes dinner for his cats.

You're lost in mushy thoughts about how much you love him when he turns around, spots you, and promptly yells.

"Jezus."

It's years of reflex training that prevents him from dropping the bowls he's carrying. They go on the counter and he rips off his headphones, eyes wide and a flush working its way down his neck.

"You scared me," he says. "Fuck."

"Clearly." You try to keep your expression in check but fail very quickly and burst into laughter. "Max, you look like you've seen a ghost."

"I didn't hear you!" he grumbles, forehead on the counter when he bends over to catch his breath. "Christ. Did you need something?"

"I --" You can't stop laughing. "Sorry, just, your face --" You bury your face in your hands and cackle. The cats wander into the kitchen, no doubt hearing the commotion and smelling the food, their meows joining your laughter to fill the apartment.

Fingers poking at your side turn your laughter to shrieks and you find yourself in the circle of Max's arms.

"I should have gotten that on video," you say, gasping for breath as he pinches your hip. "Viral in no time."

"Laugh all you want," he says, lips bushing your temple. "You've started something."

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Max's threat is real but he's remarkably bad at sneaking up on you. October drags on and the next race approaches but you manage to avoid being spooked. He, however, remains your unfortunate victim. When he's coming off of a twitch stream, you wait until he's cut the camera before creeping up behind his chair and whispering in his ear. He almost falls backward onto you.

You wait around corners in the apartment, never doing more than popping out at the right time to say his name, sometimes a cheeky boo. Max is too even-keeled to do more than jerk back or quietly curse, but you know he's waiting to get you back for it.

It takes two weeks. Later, you'll think that you should have seen this coming. You're watching a horror movie, something slightly out of character for you two, but 'tis the season.

"This isn't that scary," you say, hands curled in the blanket on your lap.

Max is actually pretty unbothered, munching on some popcorn, your socked toes tucked under his thigh.

"Well, it's not."

"Yeah," he deadpans. "You look really not scared over there."

You glare at him. On the TV, some unlucky guy creeps around the ship looking for a cat and you know something is going to happen. Cables swing behind him and you pull the blanket up to your chin.

"This poor cat," Max mutters.

Before you can retort, the guy on the screen gets caught by the alien and you scream.

"Not scared, eh?" Max says, his hand curling around your ankle. You ignore him.

The rest of the movie is equally terrifying and you watch it through your fingers. Max's hand tightens every time the alien appears and once the credits roll he lets out a deep breath.

"There are a bunch more," he says as he takes the popcorn bowl to the kitchen. "Should we watch them all?"

You groan and he laughs.

What happens next is mostly an accident. Both of you are going about your nighttime routines, winding down and thinking about the week ahead. You've just put on your pyjamas and headed to the bathroom to brush your teeth, eyes on your feet as you step around the cats.

You look up and see a silhouette in the dark and scream. Like, really scream.

The bathroom light is on in a flash and you see Max's bewildered face, toothbrush in hand.

"I'm sorry," he says through his laughter. "I wasn't even really trying --"

You are trying to catch your breath, hands on your knees as you pant. "Well, you succeeded!"

"Clearly." Your heart is racing and you know it's funny, but you need to stop panicking a little first to feel the humor.

"Liefje," he says. You straighten and he approaches you gently with hands outstretched. He rubs your arms with wide, warm palms, before tugging you to his chest. "Come here."

"Christ," you say into his shirt. "You got me."

"I really did." He drags a hand up and down your spine and you wind your arms around him. "I can feel your heart racing."

"You always make my heart race," you mumble. His chest rumbles with his quiet laugh.

"That was pretty lame," Max says, pressing a kiss to your hairline. "You must be fine if you're flirting."

You pull back and roll your eyes at him. "Can we just go to bed?"

"Now you're really flirting."

"Max!"

He cups your face with both hands, thumbs brushing the delicate skin under your eyes. "Maybe no more scaring, yeah?"

You sigh, injecting it with some extra drama, but nod. "And we're not watching any more of those movies."

Max presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth and agrees.

[fizzyellouw]

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History

The story takes place in 1989 at Westerburg High School. Pomni was a girl who was bullied by her classmates, many of whom were her childhood friends. A few days later, she joined the most popular clique at Wasterburg, which consisted of three rich students: the leader, Jax; the silly prince, Kinger; and the cheerleader ; Ragatha. After 3 weeks of being a Heath, Pomni gets fed up with them, especially Jax.

She meets a candy gator, Gummigoo, Pomni learns about his fight with 2 other popular kids.

When Pomni goes to Ram's party with the Heaths, she has a great time, but Gangle arrives at the party and this worries Pomni, she tells Gangle to leave before someone hurts her and announces in the middle of the party that she's leaving the group and going back to her normal life, Jax fights with her and Pomni ends up vomiting, he swears to destroy Pomni's life.

Drunk, Pomni shows up at her best friend Gangle's house. The next day she says goodbye to Gangle and meets up with Gummigoo to discuss the plan against Jax. They break into Jax's house and Gummigoo pours him a liquid that he claims is a hangover cure, but is actually milk and detergent, leaving Jax hospitalized for months.

After the whole school heard that Jax was in hospital, many prayed that Jax would get well and others that Jax would die. Kinger soon took over Jax's role as leader of the group and started wearing a purple cape.

Ram and Kurt tell everyone that Pomni had sex with them. Gummigoo tells Pomni to lure them into the forest to trick them into having sex so he can shoot them with non-fatal German bullets. Gummigoo shoots Ram and Pomni misses Kurt, who runs away but Gummigoo chases after him. Pomni noticed that the bullets were real; Gummigoo chases Kurt back to Pomni, who panics and shoots Ram. Gummigoo puts homosexual materials next to the boys, and a suicide note saying that they were both gay and didn't want to live in such a cruel world anymore, thus ending homophobia in the school.

Gangle, Pomni's best friend, pins a suicide note to her chest and throws herself from a high place. She survives because her body is made of tape and is light, she hits her face on the floor and ends up cracking her face and is mocked for trying to "act popular".

One night, Ragatha calls into a popular radio show, Pomni Kinger was listening, Ragatha says her name is actually Agatha, she talks about her depression and how her life is forced, the next day, Kinger tells the whole school about Agatha, she tries to commit suicide by overdosing on pills in the girls' bathroom, but is saved in time by Pomni.

Gummigoo tells Kinger to get signatures from all the students for a band note, which was actually a suicide note. Most of the students signed it.

Pomni tells Gummigoo that he doesn't want to hurt and kill anyone anymore. Gummigoo goes to Pomni's house with a revolver to kill her, but Pomni uses a rope to make it look like she committed suicide. Gummigoo thinks there's no one left to stop him so he goes to the school and plants a bomb to blow everything up.

Pomni fights Gummigoo in the boiler room under the gymnasium while a pep rally is going on at the school, where he is setting up timed explosives. Pomni shoots Gummigoo as a result of him refusing to stop the bomb. While Gummigoo has fainted, Pomni deactivates the bomb and leaves with it going to an open space in the school, she puts the bomb in her chest to kill herself but Gummigoo arrives in time and takes the bomb out of her hands, he tells Pomni to stay away and says that, from the first time he saw her, he fell in love with Pomni, but he knew she didn't feel the same way but he still didn't care. The bomb finally explodes and confetti scatters and Pomni gets dirty with dust and confetti, she picks up Gummigoo's hat and puts it on her head with a smile of relief.

Pomni confronts Kinger, confesses and asks Gangle out on a date (one night in the movie) so they start dating.

1 month later, she goes to Jax who is out of hospital and tells him that she didn't put detergent in his drink but Gummigoo, and that she didn't know there was detergent in it. Jax didn't know whether to trust Pomni or Gummigoo, but he gave Pomni a chance even though he still didn't trust her very much. The Heaths, including Kinger, assume that their names are Jason, Agatha and Kilye.

Kylie sees that she was wrong, Agatha seeks treatment for her depression, and Jason stops smoking.

They stop bullying and the Heaths group ceases to exist, now Gangle, Pomni, Kilye, Jason and Agatha are friends.

Songs

Beautiful

Candy Store

Big Fun

Dead Girl Walking

Dead Girl Walking (reprise)

Shine a Light

Shine a Light (reprise)

Never Shut Up Again

Kindergarten Girlfriend

Seventeen

Meant To Be Yours

Yo, Girl

Lifeboat

Ships :

Bunnydoll / Ragatha x Jax

Scaredylovers / Gangle x Pomni

Funnygummy / Gummigoo x Pomni (Non-mutual feeling)

[moonstruckme]

Hello you wonderful, WONDERFUL creation of brilliance! I have another request for the 1k if thats alright.

I think it would be two ghosts?? But its reader x remus (again) where she know hes a werewolf without being told and uses halloween to tell/show him because she can see how guilty he feels for not telling her and scared to tell her.

How/why she knows and how she tells him is up to you love!!

Thank you love x (hopefully that's coherent, toddlers suck and ive only slept 3hrs ��)

Thanks for requesting (and omg, I hope the toddler(s) become more manageable) <3

join the party

Remus Lupin x fem!reader ♡ 1.1k words

Remus comes to the door looking endearingly rumpled. He’s wearing pajama bottoms and a wrinkled t-shirt, his hair is fluffy from lying in bed all day, and his pillowcase has left a faintly pink crease on his cheek. You gather all this from the split second between him opening the door and promptly shutting it in your face. 

“Remus?” you knock again. “Come on, let me in.” 

After a moment in which you can picture him sighing laboriously on the other side, the door cracks open just wide enough for you to see one eye, narrowed with displeasure. Were it anyone else or under any other circumstances, you’d really be quite offended. “What are you doing here?” he asks.

You hold up your bag. “I didn’t think you’d want to face the slew of trick-or-treaters bound for your house alone. I brought movies for us and candy for them. Or, well, the candy can be for both, actually.” 

Remus is silent for a moment, and you press at the door insistently. “Let me in, Rem.” 

He capitulates with a sigh, stepping back to let the door fall open. His apartment is dark, every curtain drawn, and it takes your eyes a second to adjust after stepping out of the sunlight. There’s half a dozen empty takeout containers strewn about the coffee table, and the space has the stale aroma that comes from lack of movement. 

Remus has that aroma, too, you realize as you step closer to him, pressing a kiss to his cheek regardless. He looks like he could use it. 

“Sorry about the mess,” he says dully. “I wasn’t expecting you.” 

“Course you weren’t,” you wave him off. “How could you have been? You’ve been avoiding me all week.”

Remus closes his eyes as if this conversation is already too much for him, and you feel instantly guilty. 

“It’s okay, honey,” you say gently, stacking the takeout containers to clear some space for your candy. “You’re allowed to take some time to yourself. It’d be nice if you’d let me know in the future, but I’m not upset at you. I promise.” 

His features relax slightly, a tension you’d barely noticed around his eyes easing. “Thanks, love. Sorry.” 

“It’s really alright,” you promise, taking him by the hand to pull him down onto the couch with you. “Listen, you seem like you’re not feeling well, so I know you might not want company right now, but would you be open to just having a relaxing night? We can watch Halloween movies and eat sweets, and I’ll handle all the trick-or-treaters.” 

“Yeah?” Remus looks at you with something between hope and sadness, and your heart breaks for him. You squeeze his hand lightly, like your boyfriend is a sponge that you can squeeze all the woe out of and force to absorb your love instead. “That sounds really nice, dove. Thank you.” 

“Course,” you say brightly, and you’re unable to resist pressing your lips to his cheek again before you turn back to your bag, laying your small collection of movies on the table. “Okay, we have some options.” 

Remus hums. “Well, there’s Halloween, the obvious choice.” 

“But too obvious?” you muse. “I mean, we definitely have time to watch more than one, but we only get to watch these at a certain time of year, love. Let’s not be hasty.” He chuckles, and your heart flutters. “I know The Exorcist is a classic, but it might be too scary for me, honestly. Um…Dracula is good…oh! This one’s my favorite.” 

Remus looks to where you’re pointing. “The Werewolf of Washington?”

You pretend you don’t hear the slightly hoarse quality of his voice. “Yup! It’s so funny, and I like that it’s technically a Halloween movie even though werewolves aren’t really scary.” 

He pauses. “You don’t think so?”

You do your best to appear blasé, knowing you have to tread carefully here. “No, of course not,” you say, as if the mere idea is foolish. “I mean, they’re dangerous, sure, but as people, they don’t really mean any harm. It’s not their fault.” 

Remus is being oddly quiet, and you babble on anxiously. 

“If I were a werewolf, I’d hope my friends wouldn’t care about me any less. It’s not like it’s me, it’s just something I have to deal with once a month. I mean, would you stop loving me if I turned out to be a werewolf?”

“No,” Remus says slowly, eyes narrowed to the point where they’re just amber. The circles under his eyes look really dark, you note with concern. You wonder if he hasn’t been sleeping. “Is there something you’re trying to tell me?” 

You take a breath, gnawing on your lip. “I think it’s more about if there’s anything you want to tell me.”

He slouches into the cushions, features slackening in resignation. “Seems like you already know.” 

“I’m sorry to do it this way,” you say genuinely, grateful that he hasn’t pulled his hand from your grip as you run your thumb over his knuckles soothingly. “I know it’s your secret, and you should get to tell anyone whenever you like, but I’ve known for awhile, and when James told me how down you’ve been this week—”

“What,” Remus says sharply, “did James say exactly.” 

“He only told me that you were sick. I asked if you might like a visitor, and he said he thought you’d rather be alone.” Remus sighs, tipping his head back against the couch. You can see the strain of the upcoming full moon on his face, his features pale and gaunt. 

“He didn’t have to tell me, honey,” you say quietly. “I guessed on my own. I know it’s a big deal, and I’m sure it’s been a massive burden for you." You run your thumb tenderly over the dark circles under his eyes. “I just wish you wouldn’t assume it’d be a burden to me, too. Give me some credit here, Lupin.” 

You feel his cheek twitch as he resists a smile, however small. 

“I don’t care, you know,” you go on, emboldened. “I just want to be there for you. It’s killed me not being there for you every month. I’m sorry, love, I couldn’t take it anymore.”

Remus opens his eyes, and your heart swells at the fondness in his gaze, even if it's mingled with wariness. 

“Would you watch some movies with me, please?” you ask enticingly. “Or we can nap, or just sit here. Whatever you want to do.” 

“You sure you want to stick around?” he asks, and you know he’s talking about more than just tonight. “This time of the month is not pleasant. I’m not pleasant.” 

You let your hand slide from his face down to his shoulder, rubbing delicately. “I don’t need you to be pleasant,” you tell him. “I just need you to let me be here.” 

Remus sighs. “Alright, but we’re watching Halloween. That werewolf movie is shit.”

[twodogs-twocats]

Sleep Token as Roomates

For whatever reason, my Sleep Token fixation has chosen to lodge itself in my brain in the form of a New Girl-esque scenario…

Translation: You and all four band members are roommates. Annnd there is definitely romantic tension with every one of them.

Content Warning: very little justification for any of this. Just my 🌈imagination🌈

POV: fem reader

Vessel:

- the one everyone thinks is in charge.

- the most fun one to do chores with. he will get them done, but have a good time along the way. car karaoke on the way to get groceries, dance parties in the kitchen while cooking, playing the floor is lava while vacuuming. he will always try to make you smile even during the most boring of tasks

- workout gear everywhere. he’s got a pull up bar installed above his door, where he does shirtless pull-ups every morning. you only watch sometimes…

- honestly, probably always shirtless in general

- the best smelling of the bunch. lights incense and candles on the reg

- always doing little things to impress you. like as soon as you come home, he starts playing piano, or doing pushups. and then will pretend he didn’t know you were home when he catches you watching

- likes to come up behind you. if you are standing at the kitchen counter, he will reach around you to grab something, with his chest pressed up against you. he uses his size to his advantage, and he gets the sense you like how big he is

- paints your nails sometimes. and sometimes wants you to paint his. black polish only

- a very good cook. often cooks family dinners

- a bit unhinged, but I could see vessel borrowing your clothes and jewelry. like going to bed in your tshirt or stealing some of your rings for his shows

- honestly, I just picture roommate vessel as a generally soft goof

II

- the one who’s actually in charge

- very clean and organized. keeps everyone else in line (if you know the show new girl, to me, II is a quieter, scarier Schmidt lol)

- he’s the best listener. when you have had a rough day, he will listen to you vent for hours. or if you need help making a decision, he will help talk you through it. he gives 100% attention to everything you say

- he will surprise you with finishing little chores for you. you’ll come home to a freshly washed car, or your laundry already folded

- a plant guy. always brings home plants and takes very good care of them. runs your little family garden

- morning person. this man is up at the crack of dawn and has already accomplished about a dozen things before anyone else is even up

- enjoys learning about your hobbies. if you are a reader, he wants to know what you’re reading. if you’re trying to learn something new, he will help you practice

- toxic trait is that he would be the most jealous if you ever brought someone home. like very openly hostile

- light touches. like he tries so hard to keep it platonic, but you’ll feel his hand on your back when he walks around you, or his fingers will linger on yours just too long if he hands you something

III

- the messiest of the bunch. like he will help out with cleaning, but if anyone is leaving laundry or dirty dishes around, it’s this man (often causes little spats with II)

- loud and fun. he is always singing, dancing, playing music. when you get home he will greet you with a big hug. his goal in life is to make you laugh

- likes to braid your hair. and you help him with his space buns

- takes the longest in the bathroom for sure. He enjoys regular bubble baths, and often teases you that you are welcome to join him

- when III’s energy has come down a bit, he is a master at chilling. Im talking movie nights with popcorn and candy, building blanket forts with lots of pillows. (he will sometimes try to sneak an arm around your shoulder. Not unusual for you two to end up *platonically* cuddling on the couch)

- the best dancer. You always bring him when you go out dancing or to a concert.

- the most openly flirty. will always compliment your outfits and tell you how beautiful you look.

- he will also find any way possible to touch you, even when it’s completely unnecessary — hugs when you come home, putting his hand on your knees when he’s talking to you, and occasionally even kissing you on the cheek. he especially loves to see you blushing and flustered

- tinkers with his guitar into the late hours of the night. the sound often puts you to sleep

IV

- the most “bro”-y of the roomates

- like the only one of you who will ever put sports on tv (and you all complain and tell him to put on something else)

- the house barista. makes great coffee and is very particular about his process.

- you like to take naps with IV. You both will pile on the couch and fall asleep watching some stupid comedy. you often end up with your head in his lap and his hand resting on your waist.

- has a bit of a staring problem. he is the most obvious one about checking you out, and he does not seem to care if you notice. when you get dressed up, he will give you a full head to toe scan, and then proceed to stare at you like he wants to eat you (and he probably does, of course)

- enjoys going on walks with you. might not say much, but he always has a good time

- adds lots of artistic touches to the home. buying art or cool knickknacks to add around the house. this man has excellent taste

- the most protective of you. makes sure he knows where you are at and who you’re with. installed a lock on your bedroom door so you could have some privacy. (but he kept a key for himself, you know, just in case)

Etc.

- you definitely have a black house cat, and II is definitely the cat’s favorite

- your living room has been taken over by musical instruments. there is always, always music playing in the house

- all the boys are great at comforting you when you are sad. I could see any one of them holding you while you cry

- big family movie nights. all the boys love movies, so you will all regularly get together to watch something

[benjineedssleep]

more stardew valley headcanons but this time i'm feeling better (still brainrotting though)

pt 1!!!

this time there's more than just ass trio. i love ass trio so much though so they're still the majority here sorry not sorry SDFGSDFKJH

sam is a midnight snacker. he'll go into the fridge, pull out a slice of pizza/piece of fried chicken with his bare hands, and eat it right there, cold, with the fridge still open. jodi has yelled at him for doing this multiple times because he leaves crumbs behind and she ends up sweeping them up at the crack of dawn. bonus points: sebastian is horrified by this. abby doesn't do it, but she gets the appeal. she sites the number of times she's improperly microwaved leftovers and found the cold spots to be pretty alright.

sam sings in the shower. it's quiet, like thinking out loud, and usually it's one of his own songs. after conjuring up the riff to the best song he's ever written (in his own words) while in the shower, he's a firm believer showers are for deep thought. does he feel guilty about all the water he uses? yes, yes he does, but he helps his mom pay the bill to balance things out.

penny has the personality of fluttershy from mlp:fim and she's probably her favorite pony too. the show didn't exist when she was growing up, but since jas chooses to watch it during their schoolwork break time, she couldn't help but get invested. she secretly watches it at home and finds comfort knowing that fluttershy, another young adult, is doing just fine without changing her personality.

haley always needs to have something in her mouth. gum, lollipops, other hard candies... it's been a habit for the longest time and no matter how hard she tries to break it, per emily's request, she can't. the moment her gum runs dry or lollipop stick has been crushed to oblivion, she's replacing it.

while on the topic of haley, she uses pet names/terms of endearment for everyone, doesn't matter who you are. i'm talking, babe, bubs, sugar/sugarbug, you name it. if you're pissing her off, she'll often replace nice things with something like idiot, dickhead, and fuckass, the final two words being picked up from Abby.

sam is a really big cuddle bunny and when he and abby are taking up space in sebastian's room while he works, the two of them are probably cuddled up on the couch. if she's not carding her hands through his hair, she's braiding it. if she's not painting his nails, they're playing dumb finger games like chopsticks (which often end in sebastian yelling at them to stop yelling at each other). and! and!! if they're watching a scary movie, they're the type to end up holding each other in fear and start fighting over it, shoving each other to the other end of sebastian's couch. did i mention how much i love platonic intimacy??? oh, yeah. i did. in the last post. LOL--

sebastian's not big on touchy stuff and only lets abby do it because they've been friends since basically birth, but eventually let's sam in. it's often limited to letting him fall asleep on his shoulder, poke at him teasingly or, on occasion, hug him. if we go the sambastian route, sam definitely wiggles his way into sebastian's heart through touch. sebastian doesn't realize how far it's gotten until he sees sam and abby doing similar things and goes "oh... fuck-- we do that"

elaborating on my previous point about ass trio mom gossip, when caroline's too busy to join (again, if going the sambastian route), robin and jodi definitely start gossiping about their sons being 'close'. they don't particularly have a concept of not sharing their children's business as 'best friends tell each other everything' but it's still really cute because they're supportive moms.

on the hot topic of gossip, haley is worse than caroline and the moms. she will shamelessly eavesdrop, ask highly specific questions, and ambiguously talk to multiple parties about the same issue to get all perspectives. it's extremely manipulative, but it always ends up in her having the best advice. she's not an asshole though, she won't share any sensitive or personal information and pretend she doesn't know if it's brought up by another party. she's nosey, she's catty, but she has morals.

haley's gaydar goes crazy. she knows half the valley's queer and for most people, she clocked them before she even knew she was queer. it ended up being a 'well if everyone's queer, am i queer?' moment for her.

emily and abigail are two sides of the same coin, one is just more spiritual/religious than the other. a rarepair but i do think they could be friends.

another rare pair but i really do like sebastian and emily as friends. emily is very soft, very encouraging, and i think them hanging out would bring sebastian out of his shell a bit. she's also touchy like sam but in the 'oh i'm SO excited, i need to hug you RIGHT NOW' kind of way. like when meeting up to hang out or after finishing a sewing project together.

elaborating on the last point. sebastian is NOT good at sewing. he can do it! but he's not good at it. so that's probably how he and emily became friends in the first place.

okay i've rambled on for quite enough once again. i try to keep the headcanons i post a little ambiguous so they can go either way (unless explicitly stated) but sometimes i gotta be gay and throw in gay things, okay? i'm also a multishipper and rarepair enjoyer so those might sneak into these kinds of posts too. cause why not! might even throw in some things i don't 100% fuck with but understand (like poly ass trio) just for the hell of it. cause fuck it! we ball! thinking about my favorite characters is F U N :3

[mazeinthemiroh]

for skz or think decorating for Halloween would be the highlight of there year tbh. Like carving the pumpkins, putting up spider webs and buying masses amounts of candy would make them feel so giddy. Especially watching u hand out candy to the little kids dressed as ballerinas or pirates 🥹

stray kids on halloween

genre: headcanons; fluff, crack, general

warnings: cursing probably, not proofread

a/n: sorry, this should've come out in halloween night but DIDN'T. because tumblr decided not to post it when i queued it. anywaysss sincerest apologies. hope you can still enjoy this guys 😭

bangchan

wants a pretty chill halloween tbh

see cosy autumn traditions hcs to get some idea

he is open-minded when it comes to this holiday. he's fine jsut sitting back, staying at home and doing a movie marathon

but if you are a major halloween fanatic he can't help but indulge your obsession

because he freaking loves you, duh

once he finds out you're obsessed he wants to do everything. decorations, pumpkins, fancy-dress, the whole sha-bang

just to see that smile in your face <3333

minho

his fave holiday

other holidays, he really can't be bothered. but when halloween turns it's head around the corner, he's suddenly very alert

wants to dress up as a cat

would defo rock a chat noir outfit just saying

wants to look sexy for you 😘

let's you do his make-up

will not say know to couples costumes either, although he might protest at first

highkey wants to dress up his cats for halloween :(

changbin

defo loves halloween parties

would even ask you if you wanted to host one with him because he's down for that, and he's a good host!!

buys

buys LOTS of candy and makes sure everyone has their share

feeds you lots :] all the time!

very good with the kids who knock on the door for trick or treating

he just loves seeing them and compliments them in their outfits etc

overall, such a good vibe

hyunjin

locks the doors, closes the curtains, wraps himself in a blanket

he gets scared around this time of year ngl

people walking around at night banging on people's doors for sweets and shit MIND YOUR BUSINESS

likes the whole aesthetic of halloween and the creativity in some people's outfits but that's about it-

would much prefer stay indoors with you

but will do something artsy :)

likes carving pumpkins, it's quite satisfying for him, and he spends time putting intricate patterns in them

jisung

he's a scared-cat

but thinks halloween is fun so he's kind of a mixed bag

if you make him watch horror movies he's clinging to you the whole time

the type to jumo with his whole body and throw popcorn everywhere in the process

refers to stay in than go out on halloween

but if you both end up at a party, he wants to be the hottest person there and he's not settling for any less

not that he has any competition

felix

he thrives in the season

it's baking season for him!!

he spends the majority of his time in that kitchen

wants to make his own candies for the kids :D

candy apples!!!

cookies with spooky decorations on them!!!

i think his fave cookie design is a spiders web and he managed to perfect it over time so it looks really good

can't way to share his treats with the world and give everyone cavities 🥰

seungmin

unbothered

wants to eat all the candy for himself

would rather just go trick or treating with you instead of give candy to some random kids

because... more candy

so your adult-asses rock up to people's houses asking for sweets with your half-hearted costumes

i fully see seungmin wearing a white sheet and calling himself a ghost

you guys laugh most of the night - so it's more fun than he thought it would be

jeongin

halloween is like a 2nd april fools with him

he think he can get away with trickster shit just because it's 'the day'

the calender has allowed him to be this way and he's living for it

can and will prank them members and yourself

but let's you join in on all the fun

once the novelty wears off though, he gets kind of bored

if halloween is not about doing evil shit in a cape then what is it?

[siremasterlawrence]

The Bachelor Party

Tom’s Descent

“Let’s get this started baby” Tom shouts as his bachelor party in the middle of an island in the Caribbean.He exits the plane in his private plane to true to form to have a party of a lifetime only to see a night club setting.One skinny man walks up to him shaking his hand firmly as he hands him a drink and he part takes in it.“I love this place! Take me to my room.” Tom howls as the crew grabs a his luggage place him in to a room.The lights pop open flooding the room up in fury of light covering the room landings giant spotlight on him.Tom looking shocked a man walks out on the stage pointing to him as he flips off his stage on to the ground.Something is off as he looks for his friends who have disappeared suddenly and he is in a panic.The man’s starts to do a dance shoving him to the ground as he rips off his clothe pieces by piece.The man sits on his lap as he freaks out in a heat of sweat lap dancing on Tom who is in total panic.Tom’s mind cracks doing a quick rethink as he is suddenly in a weird state watching the man.He checks him out staring him up and down at the core of it, his eyes are glued to it and he can’t stop thinking.He wants him but how, why, or when his full mind is in a manic state grabbing on to him tightly.The man sits in his lap blowing him a kiss and plowing him hard then leans down to kiss him.Their lips attach as they make out hands are on each other groping one another and clothes flew in to the air.The chair is unstable and crazy legs of the chair falling forward on to the ground as they laugh.

Tom Jr Loosens Up

Erstwhile! In the next room his son Tom Jr is in a tizzy.

“Are you ready to party?”

“Where is my dad?”

“Don’t worry about ?”

“Excuse me!”

“He is busy”

“You will be soon”

“Wait a second “

“Let’s dance”

“Hold on!”

“Shut up!”

“Get up! Get up!”

“Oh Fuck!”

“Feels good don’t it?”

“YES!”

“Say it”

“Yyyyyyyeeeeeessssss!”

“Mwahahahahaha “

“You love it”

“I can’t deny it”

“Want to see me strip?”

“I shouldn’t! But yes”

“I dare you “

“Come join me”

“No! Disgusting “

“You need this “

“Strip for me”

“I can’t deny you “

“Do you like my body?”

“Hell yeah boi “

“Mmm…I love how you call me boi”

Henry’s Wicked Tendency

Henry Cavill is the best friend and best man to the groom is in the room following both of the other two.He is a beautiful specimen line no other guy in the world because he must be conquered for me.Before he could think the room clouds up all over him filling the room to the brim and he is out of control.He is inhaling the scent from cloud diving in to his nose causing him to shiver and he is fainting.His eyes roll back as he bit the floor and the same young man appears behind him and sways his back.The young man wearing a gas mask lifts it as the air flows back through the vent and checks him out. The man flips him over to see his gorgeous face but he flips on to his ass sitting down very stable.His hands land on moving all over his body as it spreads feeling Henry all over and he enjoys it. He leans in kissing down his right and lift neck up to his cheeks as Henry withes from under him.The man has to much fun dragging his shirt over his head and he takes a plunge on to him. The man presses his skin on to Henry’s skin this massive body feels like a bed under him.The man kissed him slowly in tracing his line down his body and he is the most amazing fuck I think.I can’t help it taking a deep inhale of his hot breath and marinate in the airy scent around me.My hand jumps on to his belt removing it from his pants, sliding it off as it thrown to the side and I get to work. Undoing his pants before sliding it down to his knees my lips get going and begins to track it.

“Oh Henry”

“I saw you across from the room”

“I thought you were calling to me”

“God! Your body “

“Perfection”

“A God your body “

“Mmmmm!”

“You are so sweet”

“Like candy “

“I could eat you up”

“Wake up!”

“Uuuggghhh! Fuck?”

“I bet you want this?”

“Want what?”

“My ass! It’s sexy”

“Super tight”

“It’s a nice pussy “

“I can’t wait to wreck you”

“Please do”

“Wow! I can’t wait to suck you “

“Yyyeeesss”

Charlie’s New Persona

“Ugggghhhh!”

“Sorry Charlie”

“What on earth?”

“Mwahahahahaha “

“I desire you “

“I am not gay”

“Focus on the light “

“What light?”

“Aaahhh! So bright “

“But it’s beautiful “

“It’s beautiful “

“Good boi”

“So much better “

“Forget that I am here “

“I am about to use you “

“You will enjoy it “

“Mmmmmnnnnnn”

“So turn on”

“I am hard “

“The fuck”

“Is anybody there?”

“MAN”

“Uuuuuggghhhh…shit”

“Yeah! Eat me”

“I am about to cum”

“Uuuuuugggggghhhhhaaaaahhhhhh”

“Ffffffuuuuucccckkkk”

The end

[lillyspeakz]

Yellooooo its 🐿️! Hope you are doing welll! I was wondering if you have any more tips for shifting or some more hcs for ghost tommy and will! (: also dont feel like you gotta answer this asap if you are overwhelmed or something! Sending hugssssss

Ooo ok! Before I do the shifting ones- what tips about shifting?

And I shall give you more headcanons! This is pure crack tho-

- the boys love to scare you. I know I’ve said this, but like. They can phase through walls and they’ll make themselves visible after they pass you, and as you go to scold them, you turn around and no one’s there, shutting you up.

Then another one goes by and your now fed up, like, “just come out! You’re not funny…”

Then a loud bang comes from the kitchen made by Tommy, yet you didn’t think Tom was up yet. You also knew wil didn’t like loud noises, thinking they were a false way of ghost communication. So your eyes were wide as you looked at the kitchen, back against the wall as you did. “Wilbur! Tom! Where the hell are you! There’s something in here-“

“Boo.” You heard someone whisper in the wall behind you, looking back to see Wilbur walking out, laughing his ass off. Tom joining as he sprawled against the counter,

“Oh fuck you both-“

- Tom and molly hand out Halloween candy to the kids. Tom knows he has the option to go have fun but- he wants to see all the new costumes from the movies you showed them. He wants to hang out with molly and just be near her.

- Wilbur is a party pooper. He loves holding you back from going out and hanging with people, always making the excuse of “if I can’t go why should you?” (You never complain tho bc you’d much rather stay here than go party with coworkers that either care way to much about what you say or could care less to get to know you.)

- you and Wil dress up for Halloween all the time!! You make lists of ideas.

- you and Tom love baking small festive snacks while molly and Wilbur just watch and admire their respective partners

- Wilbur will dance with you around the kitchen, softly humming the song in your ear. Meanwhile tom and molly are cuddled up on the couch in front of the fire, listening to the soft hum and talking about anything and everything.

- Tom becomes your best friend. He always wants comes to you about molly or wil, always talks to you about how he wishes he could grow old with molly and get married. How he wished his parents stayed. And you’d confined in him too, both of you helping the other as much as possible

- Whenever you and wil get into an argument, Tom loves to cut in and- “oh my fuck! Just shut up and make out already- the sexual tension is insane!”

- whenever you and wil��. Yeah- tom will come in after he knows you guys are all done and dressed and just yell at you two.

“I live here too assholes! And the next time I have to hear you moan his name will be the day I actually pass on-“

[druidx]

Paint a picture of a character by describing their bedroom while they’re not in it.

Here is the 1st of the writing exercises from this post for Farren.

Tagging op of that post @davycoquette as requested :) & @aquadestinyswriting as per

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Dt. Breakwood's bedroom is… Well. If a thief broke in, he'd think the place already tossed. A musky, manly odour pervades the space, joined with nicotine and the ethanolic scent of aftershave. Light filters in from a high window on the right wall, through undrawn flimsy cream curtains. They flutter, as if the window behind is cracked open. From the door you can see the room is… cosy, to be polite.

A double bed is to your right, a nightstand on each side. The covers are runkled – flung back on rising and never set right – but only on the side nearest the door. Likewise, only the nightstand closest to is covered in an assortment of pens, notepads, and other clutter. A radio sits on top of a Haynes manual for a Pontiac Trans Am, the water glass nudged perilously close to the edge. The other nightstand has a plain vase with a single, dusty, red silk rose.

Under the window is a bureau, the space just wide enough to pull back the chair. Amidst the clutter of curving correspondence, typed bills, paperweights, and treasury tags, is a small bowl containing a selection of keys, hard candy, chapstick and other pocket paraphernalia. On the top ledge, covered in a light film of dust, are a few framed photos – of Dt. Breakwood and a statuesque woman, both in wedding attire outside of a church; of a little dark-haired girl, all smiles and dimples; a black-and-white of a stern and worn looking couple in fashion from an older time, and draped over the frame, a sun motif necklace. A dusty succulent in a dry and chipped saucer, hangs over the end, partly obscuring candid Polaroids of colleagues from a recent party, tacked to the side of the bureau. You don't see any other keepsakes in here – most are in the condo's lounge.

A large, built-in wardrobe sits at the end of the bed with only a few feet of clearance between. Fortunately, the doors slide aside – with tall, rectangular faux-wood panels collected at one end to reveal the occupant's shirts and flares, some having fallen from their hangers, and socks dripping from part-closed drawers. To each side of the wardrobe is a wicker chair. To the left, the chair is olive green and covered with jeans, underwear, leisure pants; it's hard to tell the clean from the used. The maroon chair on the right is empty of clothing. Instead it seats two stuffed animals: a small teddy bear, with close-curled buttercream fur and a large squarish owl, with red body, a white breast and a beak flattened with love.

[spotofmummery]

FFXIV Swap Meet Main Interaction List

-Rent Your Booth Here!- (Just send me an ask with the info in the linked post.)

Because there is interest for light RP with those opening a booth at the Swap Meet, I'm putting together this main info post.

Below is a list of renters who are willing to engage in RP around the wares and services they are bringing to the market. Feel free to contact them through tag or ask!

Please consider tagging with #FFXIV Swap Meet so we can all see your posts. I'd love to read them!

Have fun at the Swap Meet! (I will update this post as we get new vendors who wish to RP!) ---------------

@cadrenebula

Name: Nebula Carina

Wares/Service: Charms and card readings.

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@celestialspark | FFXIV blog: @heiress-incognito

Name: Vallencia Lotus

Wares/Services: We'll be showcasing and selling our finest clothing with the newest design and trends. You will also be able to buy a wide variety of fabrics and raw materials. If you wish to, at the third booth, we will also take measurements and you may order tailored versions of the attires in our catalogue.

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@pinxli

Name: Inxli Ijinixxi

Wares/Services: All sorts of rare books, cursed and blessed items (armor/trinkets/weapons and house decor). As many little knick knacky things as we can overflow one booth with! If you need it we probably have it! But look at our amazing things. You need all of them, I promise! Also, we have snacks. Can I interest you in a cake sample? How about a dozen? Buy something will ya!

(A small sampling of goods from our Curiosity Shop! We did dust it all off!)

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@ainyan

Name: Kal'istae Miurani

Wares/Services: Kali tugs her backpack off of her shoulder and opens it up, pulling free a few well-made plushes - one of a certain white-haired miqo'te, the other of a sylph with a playful smile. "I make plushes," she explains cheerfully. "I've got several dozen that I've available to trade, and I can make more on request. Scions, Alliance Leaders, tribal peoples - I'll even take custom orders, but you'll need permission if it's to be someone who hasn't already said I can use them as a model." It's probably better not to ask exactly how she got permission from so many to begin with. She gives a winsome smile and her lavender-edged eyes sparkle with glee. "Please?"

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@jhola-ffxiv

Name: J'hola Fointeaume

Wares/Services: [[J'hola has scrawled 'BUNCH OF STUFF. SONG REQUESTS. I HAVE A RAT4SALE (CHEAP)' in huge letters on her form. She seems to be armed with a mishmash of goods. A cracked geode with sparkling pale white crystals within, a tiny rat in a handmade cage, rocks she's painted to look like frogs, jars of rich honey and jars of dried+ground mugwort, bags of candied nuts, wax candles, and many small, seemingly handmade kalimbas.]].

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@scholars-of-nym

Name: Setoto Seto

Wares/Services: Setoto and Alka Zolka walked up to the little stalls together. Setoto was carrying a tray filled with cookies, while on her side a bulky bag with a few books peeking out. Alka Zolka, walking behind her, was pulling a large cart filled to the brim with books. The books looked to be quite old, yet still in good condition.

"Hello!" Setoto said cheerfully. "I heard about the swap meet, so I brought a few things." She put down the tray of cookies on top of the cart of books and pulled out one of the books from her bag. "If it's alright, I would like to sell these books we recovered from the old castle library. Most of them are about applications on aether and arcanima, as well as ancient strategems - well, ancient by Nymian standards." Setoto smiled sheepishly. "And I brought a few cookies for the customers to enjoy."

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@windupadventurers

Name: Einar

Wares/Services: A modest offering of adventuring and bodyguarding services, rendered by Einar themselves. They will act as a retainer for the right fee, join a party of like minded adventurers, or simply work to guard yourself and your posessions!

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@echoes-of-blue

Name: Eisha Pantera

Wares/Services: A build-your-own-ramen bar! Eisha will provide different broth choices as well as a variety of toppings to choice from, all including her specialty homemade noodles. Each ramen bowl includes 1 meat (or egg) and 3 veggie options in the base price, and additional toppings would be 25gil each. Soy sauce, chili garlic sauce, and sesame seed toppings available for free!

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[racfoam]

I'd buy all the Shark Dad Merch.

Let the dad-off begin, may the best Shark Dad win. (The actors are both winners in our hearts.)

Doflamingo's and Corazon's actors actually got therapy blankets after they were done shooting the scene. Doflamingo's actor kept hugging his brother, he was really shaken up. Corazon's actor patted his brother's back during this. They got themselves nice warm tea. One of the only days of shooting where Doflamingo's actor wasn't smiling off-camera or making everyone laugh. Adult Law's actor came to check up on them since it was his day off and brought them rice balls. Luffy's actor tagged along and seeing how in the dumps the two were, he used his rubber arrs to hug both brothers in and twirl his stretchy arms around them. That finally got Doflamingo's actor to crack a little tiny smile, Also, Kid Luffy's actor gave Kid Law's actor lots of candy the next day.

Also, I want to say, the amount of wires Luffy's actor has around him for G4 amuses Doflamingo's actor. He gave him some pointers and even helped Luffy's actor out by sending a string out before Luffy's actor could roll over and falloff the hillike a rubber ball.

Fuck yeah for Arlong's actor for keeping Nami's actress safe. Oooh, now we need to know about Whole Cake Island Season.

Katakuri's actor holds donut-eating contests. He always wins. Nobody can beat him.

For Impel Down, Luffy's actor sends an instagram-like post holding a peace sign with the escape Impel Down Team actors and tags it "Bust down impel Down, gonna go save @aceactor'susername!" and Ace's actor likes it on his page and reblogs it on twitter. Bon-chan's actor becomes even more of a queer icon, and Luffy's actor has been joining him in Pride parade every June since Alabasta Season and the next pride parade the entire prison escapee team attends with them. Crocodile's actor loves shitting on the conservative people, it's like therapy for him. Everyone from the cast, donate every month to LGBTQ+,orphanages, disabled children, and women in need. Boa Hancock's actress leads that with an iron fist. They are all very well organized thanks to her.

Chopper's actor donates the most to pet shelters and hospitals

One time, the warlord actors went out to drinks during Marineford filming. A drunk guy got too close to Hancock's actress and larassed her and before she could break his nose, Doflamingo's actor had tripped his leg with his string, Crocodile's actor filled his mouth with sand, Jimbei's actor pulled up a beer from the tankard and sent a big wave of beer at the guy, and like 3 huge guys standing over him was not enough, Moria's actor gave the coldest ever smile down to the guy and asked the guy whether he thinks the cutting shadows from people is fake in the show.

That drunk guy soiled himself. Then all the actors made sure Boa's actress is okay. Thankfully, the marine actors & actresses were there, too, to help out. Luffy's actor was busy attending Kid Ace's actor party.

I said this in a discord server a little while ago but it's too funny to leave there so

Behind The Scenes AU where everybody is an actor BUT they still live in the One Piece world. The show itself is a historical dramatization, based on real people and events that actually happened.

Mihawk's actor did the Steven John Ward thing where he was so determined for his swordsmanship to look both accurate and effortless that he commissioned a replica Yoruha to train with and wound up accidentally unlocking armament haki in the process. Zoro's actor, like Mackenyu, is a life-long action star who does his own stunts, so he already had armament on his resume, and the two get way too into their duel and end up almost breaking several cameras, the set, and also each other.

In an interview Whitebeard's actor is asked about the difficulties of being a half-giant on a set of mostly human costars, and the topic of Ace's attempts on Whitebeard's life comes up. Ace's actor is Hollywood's sweetheart for how polite and sweet and well-spoken he is, everybody thinks of him as their golden retriever cinnamon roll, so the interviewer is like "How did you do it? He's so much smaller than you and so well-loved. I mean, when the script told you to backhand him into the ocean, what did you do?"

And Whitebeard's actor goes "I backhanded him into the ocean. That was real. He broke two ribs and dislocated his elbow and then said he wanted to go again because I didn't hit him hard enough."

Like. The Princess Bride style "everyone was harmed in the making of this video" shenanigans where every single actor at some point got so over-enthusiastically into their role that they wound up injured. Luffy's actor has gotten so many concussions from headbutting things he was only supposed to pretend to headbutt. Garp's actor (also an action star, also has haki) was in fact throwing actual cannonballs but ASL+Koby and Helmeppo's actors are determined to make him look like a lame old man so they always say it was faked. The real life actual Flower-Flower fruit goes up on auction and Robin's actress dropped like a million dollars bidding on it. She won.

[legendbrother-blog]

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you slowly begin to raise your arms, straight out on either side, in the shape of a ‘ T. ’

[aashiqeddiediaz]

love like (the sweetest) chocolate

for @deareddie​ and inspired by this reddit post

[AO3 Link]

Word Count: 3728 words

Buck has a problem.

And that is…he doesn’t like peanut butter.

Buck scowls at the bowls of candy artfully set out, his fingers twitching in his jacket as he catches sight of the peanut M&Ms. 

“That is a low blow,” he hisses to Eddie, who slots into place in the adjacent seat with the most confused expression Buck has ever seen on him. “The lowest blow that can ever be blown.”

“What is?” Eddie hums, his tongue darting out to fiddle with an artificial fang, and Buck promptly forgets his trail of thought in favor of tracing the spit-slick line of his mouth.

Eddie is, thankfully, oblivious to Buck’s staring, still craning his neck to find out exactly what Buck’s pissed about. Buck doesn’t think even he remembers, too distracted by the sight in front of him.

He curls his hands tight in the pockets of his slacks, gaze drifting down to take in the rest of his best friend’s costume.

Eddie’s dressed as a vampire for the station Halloween party, a long flowing cape trailing behind him, draped over his seat. The collar is ostentatiously tall, jutting up from his shoulders to nearly the top of his ears, and it annoys Buck because it’s partially blocking his view of Eddie’s face.

Underneath, Eddie’s donned a tight black dress shirt, the top three buttons obscenely undone below the knot of the cape, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and a maroon waistcoat that molds to every last line of his body. And because the universe hates Buck, he’s in the skinniest pair of black pants that Buck’s ever seen, curving over thick thighs and a tight ass.

His only saving grace is the cape, because it stops his eyes from being glued to Eddie’s ass all night, but he still hasn’t been able to look away from the man since he walked in behind a mini-Indiana Jones.

Right now, though, his gaze drifts right back to the table in the center of the engine bay where Ravi and Karen are setting out plates and bowls of snacks for people to munch on as they mingle, his forgotten thought pushing to the forefront of his mind.

The peanut M&Ms mock him.

Eddie catches his drift as he follows the direction of Buck’s glower, and he just laughs, his arm slinging over Buck’s shoulder to tug him out of the chair. “Oh, come on, it’s your fault for lying to everyone. These are the consequences.”

Buck follows Eddie automatically, the lean lines of his body pressed into Buck’s like perfect puzzle pieces. They shouldn’t be able to walk as smoothly as they are, but somehow it works, even with Eddie’s arm across the line of Buck’s shoulders. 

“No, it’s not, it’s everyone’s fault for being so fucking weird about peanut butter,” Buck complains back, trailing off before they join Karen and Ravi. Eddie lets go of Buck — regrettably — to help Karen with the plates, while Buck trails behind, trying so fucking hard not to look at the peanut M&Ms.

Ravi catches him looking anyway, but mistakes his glance for something else. “Oh, sorry, Buck, I forgot you were allergic. I can go put these inside.”

“I’m not,” Buck says absently, grabbing a bunch of pretzels instead, pretending their crunch was the sweet crunch of the chocolate shell cracking into the roasted peanut, the perfect blend of sweet and savory.

Karen pauses in her conversation with Eddie to fix him with a confused look, clearly listening in. “What? I thought you were deathly allergic.”

And she thinks this because Buck refused to eat her famous peanut butter brownies once under the guise of the lie, because the scent of peanut butter doesn’t sit well with him, but neither does the disappointment on his friend’s face.

Buck stammers and scrambles for an answer, his best friend no help at all where he’s beaming over Karen’s shoulder, those fangs making that smile more dangerous than usual. “N-no, I am allergic, but not deathly. As long as I don’t eat it, I’m fine. No cross-contamination here.”

Karen nods slowly, distracted when Bobby calls her upstairs, but Ravi stands there with narrowed eyes, head cocked like he’s figuring something out.

Buck sincerely hopes he doesn’t.

“What?” Buck says, popping another handful of pretzels in his mouth. He wishes they were at least the chocolate covered ones so he could pretend that they were his favourite chocolate. 

Eddie’s low laughter filters through Buck’s ears, and he turns to glower at him. Feeling spiteful, he steals the chocolate chip cookie out of Eddie’s hands, taking an aggressive bite and stomping off before Ravi can actually figure out that he’s lying.

Buck was in third grade when the first whiff of peanut butter made him nauseous enough to throw up in the toy bin. One of his classmates had opened a packet of peanut butter crackers, and the smell of it had reached Buck all the way across the room.

His teacher had been nice about it, even if some of the kids hadn’t, but she’d explained it to everyone, instantly shutting them up.

“Evan might have an allergy that we don’t know about, okay? It’s not nice to make fun of people for it, but even if he doesn’t have an allergy, some people just don’t like certain smells or foods,” she’d said, in her kind, gentle voice.

His parents had taken him to the allergist, even though they were downright confused about it, because Buck used to eat peanut products all the time. Not peanut butter, because he’d always hated it, but chocolate and ice cream with peanut pieces in it.

Just as they suspected, Buck hadn’t been allergic to peanuts at all — he just hated the smell of peanut butter.

He’d tried explaining it to a few people, only to hear various versions of why he should love peanut butter in return. The defensiveness had been just plain annoying, so he’d switched tactics, thinking it was much better for people to be overly cautious of peanuts around him altogether.

Buck hadn’t even known what an allergy was but he’d taken that one sentence and run with it because it sounded like an important enough excuse to get people to stop defending it in front of him.

Twenty-three years later, he still tells people that he’s allergic to peanuts, just to avoid peanut butter-related debates.

The problem, though, lies within the cerulean bowl that Eddie’s picked up, no doubt to take upstairs and hide.

Buck loves peanut M&Ms. 

He doesn’t even know why he loves them so much, but it’s the only candy he ever eats during movies, the only chocolate he refuses to share with anyone. Something about the thin layer of chocolate covering the crunchy peanut sends a shot of serotonin straight to Buck’s brain.

Maybe they’re his guilty pleasure or something.

There’s no real reason for him hating most other peanut products other than the fact that peanut oil kind of makes him want to hurl, but right now, all Buck can think about is how much he wants a handful of those M&Ms. 

Christopher coming to stand next to him distracts him enough that he can tear his eyes away from the bowl, and subsequently, the man standing behind it with a larger-than-life smirk on his face as he makes his way to the stairs, his cape flaring dramatically behind him with each step.

“The M&Ms?” Chris asks knowingly, as the sole other confidant in this deception of his, barring Maddie. They’ve watched too many movies together for Buck to hide it from the Diaz boys.

Buck glances down at him. “Yeah, Indiana Jones, the M&Ms.”

“Want me to sneak you a handful?” 

Buck can’t help it then — he laughs loudly at the eager enthusiasm in Christopher’s voice. “Pretty sure I'm not supposed to be encouraging peanut-M&M-related smuggling. But thanks for offering.” 

Chris shrugs, entirely unsympathetic as he cracks the fake whip towards the ground, looking slightly off-put by the thought of not pulling off the peanut heist. “Shouldn’t have lied, then.”

He lopes past him without a second glance, meeting up with Denny to do whatever it is new teenagers do at these parties, but Buck gapes after him. There was a time where Chris would’ve stayed at his side during these parties, or asked to be put on his shoulders so he would be super tall.

“Your kid is a menace,” he tells Eddie when the man joins him again.

Eddie whooshes out a breath but laughs as he catches sight of his son. “I think he’s being the teenager I wanted to be, and I have no idea how to deal with that.”

“That sass is 100% Diaz,” Buck agrees, hearing the fondness in his voice loud and clear. “Pretty sure he just offered to commit a robbery for me.” 

Eddie shakes his head, beaming with pride despite the illegal notion of the act, and turns to give him a soft smile just before it turns into something gently teasing as he gestures to the spot where the M&M bowl once was. “Well he can try, but see? The temptation is gone.”

He’s not thinking about chocolate anymore.

Buck’s smile fades as he looks across the inches between them, across the handsome planes of Eddie’s face, made gorgeous by the heart inside him. Even the stupid fangs can’t distract him from his gaze flickering down to Eddie’s mouth, where the greatest temptation of all rests.

Not the time or place, Buckley .

He doesn’t want to do this while he’s dressed in this fae costume, temporary tattoos scrolling down the side of his neck to disappear into the soft tunic beneath fake, malleable armor. Costume points cap his real ears to look like those of fae, and he’s even got his hair spray-painted a silvery white to fit the part of an old fae warrior.

Sure, they look great — unlike last year’s party, where Buck was Mr. Potato Head, and Eddie was a hot rockstar — but if they’re going to do this, then he wants the first time they kiss to be when they’re them . When they’re Buck and Eddie, with all the pretenses stripped away between them — even if it’s something as silly as a fucking Halloween costume.

And somewhere where everyone isn’t looking on.

“Buck?”

Eddie’s voice, slightly amused, startles him out of his thoughts.

Buck clears his throats and tears his eyes away from the man who tempts every carnal desire he’s ever had.

Suddenly, the M&Ms don’t even feel like a blip on the radar.

------

Eddie sends Christopher off to bed as soon as they get home, a stern look in place when Chris tries to push bedtime.

Chris looks to Buck as if he could somehow get Eddie to extend his bedtime, but Buck shrugs apologetically behind Eddie. He’s all for hanging out with his favourite kid, but he knows he has to stand with Eddie in this.

“Damn, Diaz, never thought I’d see the day,” Buck teases, pulling the fake costume ears off. 

Eddie grimaces as he tugs the fangs out of his mouth, making a face as he lets them fall in the kitchen sink, immediately turning the water on. “Neither did I. But I think I’ve got it down pat.”

He hadn’t had to use a single word, so Buck thinks so, too.

“You managed to stick to your guns, too,” Eddie adds, turning to pin him in place with a raised eyebrow. Buck doesn’t even know why he or Chris try anymore — Eddie has had eyes at the back of his head ever since they pranked him with that Hildy-run coffee maker.

He remembers the M&Ms again and sighs loudly. “This lie is costing me my whole life.”

Eddie laughs again, somehow looking even more gorgeous without the stupid fangs. His own canines scrape idly across one side of his mouth as he nods, a smile still curving his mouth, and Buck finds himself hyper-fixated on the movement. “You’re still on about that? We could’ve stopped at a 7-Eleven for you to get your fix.”

Buck snorts. “You make it sound like I snort peanut M&Ms for a high.”

“The way you were looking at them tonight?” Eddie raises his eyebrows as he leans back against the sink. “Wouldn’t surprise me one bit. Though I’d be concerned if you were snorting them at the back of a 7-Eleven.”

Buck glares at him for a minute before he loses the energy to, slumping back against the kitchen table to perch on the edge. “I wish I could.”

Eddie studies him for a second, then sighs, turning towards the far cabinet. Buck watches as he pulls a small bowl out, setting it on the table behind Buck before he reaches back into his cape, where there are apparently pockets, to pull out a balled up napkin.

Not just any napkin.

Buck watches wide-eyed as Eddie opens the bunched-up layers to reveal a handful of colorful chocolate, their shape strikingly familiar to the same ones Buck was just lamenting about.

A napkin full of peanut M&Ms. 

“Eddie, what—”

It doesn’t stop there.

Two more bundles of candy come out of his pants pockets, another one out of the cape, and four more out of the deep pockets of his waistcoat. Each of them is carefully twisted at the top to keep the candy safe.

Sheepishly, Eddie lays them out on the kitchen table, carefully tipping each of the napkin-bundles of candy into a bowl. Buck watches him do this methodically, leaning down to transfer the candy in the same way Buck sees him take care with literally everything else. He’s focused on just his task, his bottom lip stuck between his teeth as he concentrates.

Eddie doesn’t even like peanut M&Ms that much.

Buck’s struck in the chest with the burning urge to tug Eddie’s bottom lip out of the hold of his teeth and between his own, to kiss the breath out of his lungs until they’re both dizzy with it.

He only barely manages to refrain.

When he’s done, there’s a whole bowl full of Buck’s favorite chocolate in the world sitting on the table, stacked into a high peak of them. Some of them are smushed, a few with the chocolate shell cracked. The napkins lay crumpled, forgotten with smudges of melted color on them as Eddie makes awkward jazz hands at the bowl of candy.

“Ta-da,” he says lamely, picking nervously at a loose thread on his pants as he steps back.

Buck’s still rooted in place as he looks at the gesture. 

“Eddie,” he breathes out.

“You looked like you were in actual pain from not being able to eat them so…” Eddie explains quietly, gesturing grandly again. “There you go.”

Eddie stole peanut M&Ms from the station’s Halloween party for him .

Buck turns his attention back to the only temptation he’s never indulged in — the one man who makes him better . Who listens to even the most superficial things about Buck, and doesn’t think any quirks of his to be frivolous. 

Including the M&Ms.

As if Buck wasn’t overwhelmed enough, Eddie turns to open the far cabinet again, reaching behind the colorful stack of cereal bowls to pull out a box of those gross health-nut bars that Eddie eats the days he forgets breakfast. 

Inside the box aren’t those stupid protein bars. Instead, there are stacks of yellow packets of peanut M&Ms, clearly kept there to hide them from little, teenager eyes — clearly having been stocked up for a while.

“Christopher gets an insane sugar rush from these, even though he’s past the age where he gets sugar rushes and I’m not really sure what it is about these specific M&Ms that make him bounce off the walls, but anyway…I keep them in here. They’re for you,” Eddie explains. He’s fiddling with the box again, his foot tapping nervously against the floor. “So you don’t actually have to go to 7-Eleven to get your fix.”

If Buck thought he was overwhelmed before, it’s nothing compared to the lightning strike of realization that hits him — Eddie loves him.

He’s always loved him, even when Buck was too blind to see it. And maybe this isn’t a realization he’s having over fucking peanut M&Ms of all things, but a culmination of all the small things that led them to this insane moment in Eddie’s kitchen, standing here in truly ridiculous costumes as they look at each other across the space between them.

Maybe there haven’t been any pretenses between them in a long time, and maybe this is exactly how they’re meant to get together — in the heart of Eddie’s home, with all these realizations unfolding around Buck.

With him falling in love with Eddie all over again.

There’s the mug that belongs to Buck drying in the dishrack, the frog-shaped soap dispenser Buck had bought for Eddie as a joke but still somehow lives on the sink, the coffee maker that Eddie made Buck disable Hildy from before he started using, the cereal that only Buck eats sitting on top of the fridge, the cream cheese Eddie loves but only started buying because Buck lied to him about liking, too. The book that sits on the coffee table, a bookmark hastily shoved in the middle as if Buck’s ever come back to it since the last time he opened it.

And the M&Ms of course.

Every single part of their lives is tangled almost irreversibly, to the point where Buck thinks that if someone were to tear Eddie away from him, they’d take all of Buck with him, too.

Buck stops holding back.

He slowly takes the box out of Eddie’s hands, setting it down on the counter without a second glance.

“You know, there’s this other thing I’ve been telling myself.”

Eddie hums, low and soft. “Yeah?”

Buck nods slowly, gauging Eddie’s reaction with every step he takes. “Yeah, it’s that it’s impossible to find someone that knows me inside and out, no matter how stupid those things are about me. It’s impossible to find someone that loves all of those things. But that’s not true either, is it?”

“No, it’s not,” Eddie says quietly. His voice is barely above a whisper, but he’s confident, secure in the knowledge of how he feels — for Buck, of all people.

He’d been settling for less and less, thinking that maybe they would grow into each other, that maybe this is what love is but Buck doesn’t want to do that anymore. Not when he has the man who’s loved him unconditionally standing in front of him, without any expectations.

Time stretches between them, slow and syrupy, and Buck takes in every last detail on Eddie’s face — the small smile flitting across his mouth, the ruffled hair, the warm eyes Buck has built home in, the anticipation slowing their breathing down.

Buck kisses him.

Eddie kisses him back.

He twines his fingers into Buck’s hair and tugs, keeping him where he wants him, and Buck fucking melts right into him, chest to chest, toe to toe. Eddie’s hand winds past his neck to cradle his jaw as they kiss and kiss and kiss. Buck licks the taste of home from Eddie’s mouth, and Eddie leaves his mark on Buck’s.

The kiss ignites every bit of yearning Buck’s ever felt for the man he’s gone pliant for, leaving him drowning in the sensation of finally having what he’s wanted for so long. Desire hums between them, but despite that, there’s a comfort in the knowledge that this is where they are — in the middle of Eddie’s kitchen, exchanging slow, soft kisses where they’ve spent countless days and nights with each other.

It feels right .

Eddie pulls away from him slowly, tipping their foreheads together. Buck inhales the familiar scent of his cologne, his fingers trailing down Eddie’s face to ghost over the smattering of hair visible in the open collar of his dress shirt, down the fine lines of his torso to hook in his belt loops.

Eddie’s hands trace patterns on Buck’s tunic, now free of the plastic armor he’d thrown on for the party. Buck leans into the steady comfort of the action just before Eddie hums again, reaching behind Buck to pick up the bowl.

“You know, I spent the whole party stealing these for you. The least you could do is actually eat them,” he teases gently.

“All this after I stopped Chris from committing a chocolate-level crime. Should’ve been watching you, instead,” Buck scoffs and grabs a handful, popping one into his mouth as he holds another out for Eddie. “I was too busy kissing you to eat them.”

Eddie’s gaze softens at the reminder, unguarded in a way that takes Buck’s breath away.

He sets the chocolate bowl down again, looking Eddie in the eye. “Thank you.”

“For committing a chocolate-level crime?” Eddie's eyebrow quirks up as he smiles teasingly.

Buck rolls his eyes. “No, dumbass, for loving me.” His tone quiets. “For paying attention to even the smallest things about me.”

“I love you for a lot of things, but for all of those things, you know,” Eddie tells him, one hand falling to the back of Buck’s head. “Like when you lie about liking chive and onion cream cheese just because I like it.”

“It’s not that bad,” Buck protests, but he knows he’s been caught out.

Eddie pulls him into a searing kiss, lips mapping continents and stories across Buck’s skin. “I love you, Buck. Even if you like peanut M&Ms more than normal, and you hate peanut butter, and you only drink out of one mug, and you lie about fucking cream cheese. Maybe I love you because of those things, but...all I know is that I do. Love you, I mean.”

“You sap,” Buck chokes out. “I love you, too.”

He doesn’t ponder on the lack of eloquence in his answer, tugging Eddie closer until he can kiss him again, the taste of him so much richer than the taste of the finest chocolate in the world.

This time, Buck swears that the chocolate tastes sweeter.

[jaeminsz]

and we’re live! pt. 2 (l.heeseung - preview)

pairing: heeseung x fem!reader

camboy!au, college!au, fwb!au

genre: smut, angst, fluff?

warnings: smut, more warnings will be added when its finalized 

word count: 5k (estimated)

summary: when heeseung asked you to join one of his live streams, you didn’t have any expectations, sex was casual between you two, oh and one more thing, it was supposed to be just sex but why was heeseung starting to feel butterflies in his stomach whenever he looked at you?

release date: hopefully some time next week

a/n: if you want to be on the tag list send me an ask!

read part one here!

READ PART 2 HERE

It had been two weeks. Two whole weeks without you. You didn’t call him nor texted him. Heeseung was so close to going crazy not doing what you’d been up to. He saw you in the campus a few times but whenever you saw him, you turned and walked the other way. He didn’t waste his energy to follow you, knowing that you’d whoosh him away anyways. After a while, he was the one running away from you, praying that you two wouldn’t bump into each other.

He hadn’t gone live since that day. Whenever he tried to touch himself, you popped up in his mind. In the end he just let it go and crawled under the heavy blankets, closing his eyes. He just wasn’t feeling it. Heeseung had been moody too. It was obvious, he wasn’t his bubbly self. He used to be all smiles and rainbows but now, he couldn’t function properly without at least three cups of coffee a day. He wasn’t cracking stupid jokes here and there, not a single word came out from his mouth. Even if Heeseung didn’t realize it himself, he was being obvious. It didn’t take long for his close friend Jay to realize that something was up with the older boy.

‘’Okay, what the fuck is up with you?’’ Jay asked one day while the two of them were eating lunch during their free period. Heeseung kept playing with his ramen and not eating which was pretty unusual for a person like Heeseung since he worshipped the particular food.

‘’What do you mean? I’m fine.’’ He shook his head, acting like everything was going alright. Jay knew better though, being Heeseung’s friend since middle school had it perks. He knew the guy like the back of his hand.

‘’Don’t give me that shit. You haven’t even touched your food and that is a whole red flag if you’re asking me.’’ Jay commented, staring at his best friend who was looking down at his food, a visible pout on his face. ‘’Something has been bothering you for a while now and you might think that nobody is noticing but you’re being too obvious. Look if you don’t want to talk about it, I’ll give you space but-‘’

‘’I’ve been sleeping with Y/N.’’ Heeseung confessed, making the boy in front of you choke on his food.

‘’Wait- What? Y/N? Y/N as in-‘’

‘’Yes, that Y/N, the Y/N I fucked at that frat party months ago-‘’

‘’So since then-‘’

‘’Jay, I love you, you’re my best friend but you ask too many questions, let me explain. Yes, we’ve been having sex. Since we started it, I haven’t slept with any other people. I did my streams like usually. I even asked her-‘’

‘’Oooh, that girl who sucked-‘’

‘’Oh shut up, yes that was her too. Everything went downhill after that night. I caught feelings  and when I told her that she got angry and told me that she didn’t know what her feelings were and asked me to give her some time. It’s been two weeks but she still keeps running away from me. Jay, I want her so bad but I can’t do anything about it unless she wants me too. Do you know how painful that is?’’ Heeseung cried, letting it all out. He pushed his ramen aside and put his head on the table, his fist hitting the table. He looked like a small kid who was throwing a tantrum because his mom didn’t get the candy he liked.

Jay just stared at his friend without saying anything, a single french fry in his hand. He had never seen Heeseung so desperate for someone, his eyes were literally sparkling when he was talking about you but also he was devastated, his voice gave everything out.

‘’Are you… perhaps… in love with her?’’ Jay whispered, not sure how his friend would react since love was such a big word for him.

‘’Will I sound crazy if I say yes?’’

‘’A bit…’’

‘’I’m a crazy man then.’’

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

I’m not sure if anyone requested this yet, but can you write some sweet headcanons where Malleus, Vil, Riddle, Azul and f!s/o bond with their child? Like they've all graduated from NRC and they're adults and parents now. Thanks Raven!

Curiouser and Curiouser...

As the ruling family of the Valley of Thorns, you are often busy with political and economic affairs. One day, your child will become the next monarch, so they follow you around to important meetings (when they’re not with their royal tutors) and sit in to watch you and father work. This way, they are able to learn while also spending time with their parents.

A beloved family past time is taking a stroll in the palace gardens, hand in hand--your child holding one of yours, and one of dad’s. Malleus knows just what their favorite flower is, and sometimes does little magic tricks to get them to giggle--a shower of petals, or perhaps making all of their favorite flowers bloom in unison.

Sometimes Malleus joins his child for their lessons! It can be boring studying history books or practicing the violin alone, so he might read aloud to them, or take up a string instrument himself to show them the ropes!

Malleus also joins his child for the occasional spar. Of course, he never really goes all-out, but he does try to push them to think quick on their feet. Each battle tends to end with Malleus lying on the floor and pretending he has been “slain”--and when his child cautiously approaches to check on him, Malleus strikes back by tickling them until they’re squealing with laughter.

He knows it can be hard to get a grasp on magic, so when the first sparks start to appear in his child, he makes the time to help them control it. Malleus keeps mint candies in his robes to help cool fiery belches, and he kindly guides his child through shifting from humanoid to dragon and back.

There’s always ice-cream--the king’s favorite treat--on hand! He loves to share it with his child (especially if they’ve expelled a fiery burp earlier). Malleus constructs large and elaborate sundae boats to surprise them after a long day of their studies.

Malleus’s imposing height actually makes him the perfect playground for his child! They love to cling to his back or ride his shoulders, all while reaching up for the sky--which they hope to one day soar through with their father.

His status as an A-list celebrity tends to keep Vil away from home for extended periods of time, but he keeps in touch with his beloved family! That means lots of video calls with you and his child--and it makes all the moments you do spend together all the more meaningful. (Your child has a habit of pointing at magazine covers and the TV screen whenever they see their father on.)

Whenever Vil returns from work, he typically has a gift in hand for his child. It could be merchandise from whatever brand he has partnered with at the moment, a souvenir from abroad, or a plushie, flowers, or candy from his fans. It always brings a smile to his kid’s face--because their dad is thinking of them, even when they aren’t together.

Vil’s his child’s greatest supporter. He believes they can do anything they set their mind to, and he actively encourages them to work hard toward those goals. No matter how busy he is, Vil will show up to every sports game, every dance recital, every awards show his child is in.

He takes his child on lots of outings! The movies, restaurants, parks, spas, stores... anywhere, really! He thinks it is important for his child to see and experience as much of the world as they can--and besides, he loves doing anything and everything with them.

Vil allows his child to dig into his vanity and wardrobe for things to use for playing dress-up! He’ll sit at the kitchen counter and pretend to be a commentator as his child struts out in various outfits and looks they’ve thrown together.

Occasionally, Vil will sit down and let his kid make him “absolutely beautiful” with his own cosmetics. There’s a whole photo album in your phone of your husband in crooked lipstick and liner, or wildly messy eyeshadow, courtesy of your child.

If they have trouble sleeping,  Vil will read a fairy tale to them--and he’ll crack a little smile when his child tells him he’s like the prince in the story. Other times, he’ll sing lullabies to soothe them. When they’ve, at last, settled into sleep, Vil will brush their hair aside and kiss them on the forehead, wishing them sweet dreams.

Riddle is stern, but not emotionally closed off. He has sworn to never be like the tyrant his mother was to him in his youth. Though he may be upset when his child does an oopsie, he takes a deep breath, brings himself down to eye level with them, and calmly explains why it is he feels the way he does. Together, they’ll talk out their feelings and find a compromise that works for both of them.

He plays tea party with his child, even going out of his way to properly address each of their stuffed animals by their full name and title. Riddle sits down in a small plastic chair and pretends to sip his “tea” (cola heavily diluted with water) and eat his “scones and sandwiches” (colored clay cut into lopsided triangles).

They look after the family pets--a pair of hedgehogs--together. Riddle shows hid child where the hedgehogs like to be scratched, and how to properly hold them and bathe them. They love to give the hedgehogs their food, the lie on their bellies and proper their faces up to watch the pets eat.

He sits down with them to help with their homework. If there’s something they don’t understand, Riddle can talk them through it--though he won’t just spout out the answer. He wants his child to be able to think critically for themselves--he’s there to provide a little nudge, if needed.

Riddle and his child often experiment in the kitchen. He’s sure to pick simple, kid-friendly and easy recipes, and makes sure that his kid follows proper safety precautions. They serve you up the dishes they make, from fruit sandwiches to pasta salads to no-bake cheesecakes.

Whenever he’s eating something with strawberries on it, he offers the fruit to his child, since he knows they also enjoy them. They typically banter back and forth a bit before agreeing to split the strawberries in half so both of them can enjoy~

He often takes his child out on strolls through the neighborhood so they can see what life is like outside of the house. If some neighborhood kids want to play with them, Riddle lets his child run freely--he’ll just keep a careful eye on them from a distance.

Like their father, your child is ambitious and intelligent for their age. You can often find them trying to negotiate with their father for various things: later bed times, more allowance for the week, cake for dessert instead of fruit tonight... Azul usually still wins in the end, but he’s a good sport about it and allows the conversations to drag on a little to encourage his kid to put together a coherent argument.

Speaking of allowance, Azul is sure to make sure his child earns that money through various small acts, like doing the dishes or taking out the trash. That’s part of how he shows his love: by instilling values of fairness and working hard into his kid. He also does his part to teach them about the benefits healthy eating and exercise, so his kid can live a long and healthy life!

His child sometimes surprises him at his workplace. Whenever that happens, Azul grants them their own special table in the corner and serves them himself. There’s plenty of free finger foods and endless refills for them, but he’ll gently scold them if they run the risk of overeating or indulging in too many unhealthy foods.

Azul takes his child to the pool or to the beach to swim! He’s notably less enthusiastic about it if he has to do so in his true form, but he’ll do it if his child begs enough. They’re fascinated by his many arms--and to be honest, they come in handy when Azul needs to make a quick rescue or prevent them from drifting too far out on their own. When they’re old enough, Azul holds their hand, and they dive deep to explore the depths.

When the winter comes, Azul personally secures his child in a scarf and several other warm layers before sending them out into the cold. The Coral Sea can get to frigid temperatures during these times of the year, and he tends to worry for his child’s wellbeing and health because of it.

Azul doesn’t give his child gifts often (he wants them to be appreciative for what they already have), but when he does, they are generous ones--a big kitchen playset, a cash register with tons of play money, a lightning-magic powered car they can actually ride in...

Family board game night! Azul has a cabinet full of tabletop card games and board games specifically for these occasions. Monopoly in particular is especially... stiff competition. There’s betrayal and drama around every corner, but you still have tons of fun regardless.

[sinning-23]

Christmas+New Years Headcanons

Since we’re in le holiday season why not give y’all some Headcanons to come with the end of the ending lmao

Silco

-it’s his first Christmas with you and Jinx believe it or not.

-he’s more of the ‘tired dad with a cup of coffee(in this case it’s whiskey) and watching everyone else open gifts’

-won’t admit it but it makes him really happy seeing you decorate with small items here and there.

-for the love of god please wear the cute little Santa dress and surprise him in his office

-“Merry Christmas my love!”

“It’s not even Christmas yet?” He huffs, pinching the bridge of his nose

“So what, now open your early Christmas gift”

-will sit by the fire with you, just holding each other

-“I couldn’t imagine a better way to spend the holidays than being with you”

-likes celebrating the New Year with a bottle of champagne with you and maybe one of the little poppers.

-always tells you he’s grateful for another year with you and jinx.

-midnight kiss is very sweet and straight to the point. Often times is full of how much he absolutely, unapologetically loves you.

Sevika

-isn’t big on holidays, she’s used to spending them alone

-doesn’t like Christmas in general, especially the whole pop Christmas music.

-but she will definitely fuck up a candy cane

-” The only good part about this fucking holiday is the mistletoe”

“What mistletoe?”

Que her holding it over your head with a wicked grin

-she’ll probably crack and get matching pajamas with you if you beg

-is absolutely atrocious at wrapping gifts

-can’t cook for shit so she leaves that to you(though she tries her best to be helpful)

-she WILL, however, help you bake. She likes being able to use the cookie cutters.

-get her drunk enough and she’ll do karaoke

-likes new years because she can say she had you put up with her for another year

-often gives you a VERY long hug and kisses your forehead.

-“Happy new year angel”

Viktor

-please bring his hot chocolate and a blanket and sit with him on Christmas eve

-play older Christmas songs like the ones by Nat King and Ella Fitzgerald

-loves to just sit and cuddle with you, enjoying each other warmth.

-gets very lovey-dovey around this season so please love him back as much as you can before he goes back to being busy

-scraped together whatever he can to buy you a promise ring.

-” I want to spend the rest of my life with you…I promise, as soon as I get better, I will marry you y/n.”

-will help you decorate the tree

-making ornaments together

-mans has gingerbread house making down to a science…literally

-is always busy on new years day so he can’t be with you like how he wants.

-if you bring the party to him he will be so so so grateful

-” I brought us a drink for the new year? Care to join me?” You hum, liting his chin so that his gaze meets yours.

“Yes. I’d like that very much, my love. Happy new year.”

Vi

-appreciates being able to celebrate the holidays now, but it makes her really sad

-She cried herself to sleep with you around Christmas once because she missed/mises her family. If she’s not crying she’s just really emotional or not emotional at all. Basically very very bad mood swings.

-I’m okay, I’m happy I get to be here with you right now.”

-Peppermint tea and snowball fights

-Swears she can decorate the house on her own

-broke her arm last time and apparently hasn’t learned her lesson

-will try her best to help you cook, even if you’re only really making enough to feed yourselves.

-doesn’t really go out of her way to celebrate the new year.

-might have a drink with you and call it a night.

Mel

-She loves the holidays. She makes sure to decorate and throw parties

-also attends a lot of holiday parties thrown by the council with you as her personal guest

-wears a lot of red and white during this time and more gold around the new year

-gets the most thoughtful gifts for you

-will spoil you with several small gifts before one big one

-jazz Christmas music

-makes mimosas for you on Christmas morning

-has one of those little miniature setups with the train and everything

-New Year's parties with her are always fun. Everyone in Piltover shows up and shows out in a;l these elaborate gowns... woulda thought it was the met gala

-makes sure the two of you are always matching your attire

-doesnt' do new years kiss but will make a toast to you for the new year