#ANYWAY conclusion: eat what you want. do what feels right for you. find your own ways to make the food you eat help your health a bit

[vacayisland]

I have the largest hyper fixation on Floyd right now. Funny little troll being way too cute for it to be legal.

do you think you could write a story where a male / Non-binary reader that's like, a large person thing, (You can make them part animal if possible, I like the idea of Floyd hiding in the readers fur for comfort.) is reunited with Floyd after he was stick in the diamond perfume bottle for 2 months. And they just give Floyd a bunch of comfort cuddles and other stuff.

Take all the time you need to rest and drink water, if you can't do my request, that's perfectly fine. I hope you have an amazing day / night!

-A non-binary bee 🐝

@!; Floyd with a part-animal Reader! Floyd / Half-animal! Half-Troll! Reader

"Summary"! Couldn't tell if you meant big like tall or big like cubby... so why not both? :D Anyways, there are more headcanon style with little stories in it. Dunno when I'll post this (I have like 5 other stories backed up b/c my mind can't decide what to write); But I hope you like it Bee! Tags! Floyd literally being everything, no pronouns mentioned so feel free to use your own, hurt-comfort, NOT PROOF READ... also wrote in one sitting... in one day. AND TUMBLR KEPT GLITCHING ON ME AND THE PITCTURE BORDER ISN'T WORKING ON DESKTOP-. anyways please enjoy <3

@!; Floyd has known you since his band days, which was a shock to his brothers when they finally met you. Not only are you taller than an average troll (a foot or so) yet you're also different; and mostly in a good way, but take what you will about the fact that Branch noticed your differences first. When Floyd first met you, it was 2 months into his boyband career with Brozone. He went out on a walk to clear his head before a big show, anxious feels were never good to go on stage with and his brothers didn't help much. Mostly John Dory, who kept speaking about his "perfect" plan to the show. Just thinking about messing up anything made Floyd more nervous than preforming, he really didn't want to let his brothers down; as he's seen them preform before he was able to join on the scene. So while JD ranted, Spruce worked out, and Clay was fitting into his costume, Floyd went out on a needed walk. That's when he found you;

You were stood up top a mountain cliff near the Pop troll village, looking down with your majestic eyes and ears relaxed down by your side. Floyd stood by the village though hid in the shade of the plants nearby to watch. He didn't want to scare you off, especially since he's never seen anything quite like you. You seemed memorized by the lights of the Pop troll village, if not maybe a little intoxicated by them; like a moth to the flame. Floyd was memorized by your shiny coat, which he could barely see against the night sky and the bright colors of the village. You didn't seem to notice him at all as you laid down at that cliff, crossing your paws and laying your muzzle down on them. Floyd wasn't sure why but watching you watching the lights of the village calmed his nerves. Even though it was still a little nerve racking thinking that an animal so big knows were the village was; an animal who could possibly eat Trolls. Yet, that thought was quickly wavering out of his mind the more passive you seemed. @!; Floyd almost missed the show that night, Spruce had to go find him before JD blew a fuse. He was questioned like hell the few seconds before the show and then afterwards, yet he couldn't exactly tell his brothers that he saw an animal watching the village and that's what he was doing. They would be both over worried and a little relentless in scolding him for getting so close to something that could eat trolls. His absence of an answer, and his general dodging of the brothers questions (when that was so not like Floyd) led them all to assume that Floyd met a Troll that had caught his eye. Floyd tried to protest against this, yet was a little flustered at the fact that all his brothers seemed to jump on that conclusion train so quickly. So, that only solidified his brother's theories more and thus began the hunt. All his brothers kept an extra eye on Floyd, trying to see who the lucky Troll had been who caught there ever so sensitive brother's eyes. Despite all their "sneaky" tracking and slight stalking, they came up with nothing. Floyd was determined to let them not know what, or maybe who, he actually saw that night. So he didn't see you again until his brothers gave up on their little hunt and let Floyd to his own devices. Especially after he almost messed up a show due to nerves from not being able to go out on a walk without his brother's bombardment; JD wasn't happy. 3 months after first seeing you, Floyd was able to catch a glimpse of you again. Before a show, he looked out the window (not needing to go out on a walk that night) and saw your figure again in the distance on the same hill. You were relaxed again, laying down and looking intently towards the Village. In some weird sense, Floyd had a funny thought that you were here to listen to the concert; seeing as he didn't see you on any other night than concert nights. Yet, he shook that thought out of his head really quick, not thinking that you could like Brozone music. Not that it was because you weren't a Troll, but because he thought it was too loud for your ears; he's read somewhere that animal ears tended to be more sensitive than Troll ears. But then why would you be so close to the Village? The thought stuck in Floyd's mind all throughout the performance and when he checked if you were still at the cliff after the show, you were gone. He couldn't tell if it was because of the noise or because the show had ended; but he felt a little disheartened.

@!; Floyd would play this one-sided game of eye-spy for months before he spotted a night when you weren't you. He had began to make it a habit to leave you a little plate of food (well little for you) before every Brozone performance. His personal thank you for watching the show despite your (maybe) sensitives ears. He was going to go place the plate of food at the top of the cliff when he stopped midway through his hike to see a Troll standing at the top of the cliff. At least, it looked like a Troll? Yet they seemed taller, even more so when Floyd slowly approached closer. Your hair also was more abundant than other Trolls, even for adults. He was cautious as he approached you, keeping the plate of food close to him as he tried to scope out who you were before he interacted. Yet before he could figure out who you were, you snapped your head around to stare into the dead of night . . . directly at him. Floyd froze, not sure if you could see him or not and not wanting to find out. Though it was light you weren't even a Troll for a second, taking in a sniff before your hair stood up for a moment; prickling like a cat's hair standing up when frightened. Slowly you approached him with heavy footsteps, your height slowly growing in the moonlight as your shadow was drawn out. For a moment Floyd thought he was as good as dead. He didn't know what to do! Frazzled, he quickly shoved out the plate of food he had indented for his friend and not this stranger about to commit (possible) cannibalism. And that's when he heard your footsteps come to a stop and a heavy huff from someone's nose hit the top of his head, causing him to cautiously open one eye. And he felt like fainting as soon as he did that. Though he couldn't help opening both eyes in complete terror seeing a Troll tower over him in an unnatural height. Your eyes pierced down at him, their glow in the moonlight somehow familiar yet Floyd could not piece it together at this moment of panic. "Please don't eat me!" Floyd blurted out, the only thing between him and you being a plate of food. Yet you didn't answer, at least not right away. Your silence was as terrifying as your glare and staggering height. "I promise you I don't taste good!-" The words fell out before Floyd had even realized he had said them, watching with terror as you leant down. He wasn't sure what you were doing, but he hoped it wasn't serving your next meal's horror before deciding whether or not you should eat him. Yet there was something in your eyes that softened, a small smile that seemed to creep onto your lips. And for once after meeting you in this form, Floyd felt like he wasn't going to get mauled. Which was a good thing, a really good thing... For him at least. "So you're the one who's been leaving me food!" Your voice was not at all how he imagined it, as it seemed to carry some sort of friendliness he's not even heard from some Trolls. It was also a bit rougher, your English oddly unperfected for a Troll for the age Floyd guessed you were. "I-.. uh, what?" Though what did you mean Floyd was leaving you food? Maybe you were confusing him for someone else, or maybe you were eating the food he intended for his friend. Either way he tried to clear the confusion, "I'm sorry no, I don't think so. I've been leaving food here for.." "Yes, for me." You interrupted Floyd before he could finish, giving him a rather big grin. Yet, no matter how friendly you seemed, your words caused him to become that more confuddled. Even more so when you held out your hands flat, as though you were expected Floyd to just hand you the plate ... really incorrectly. He thought for a brief moment that you may be related to the animal that perches itself at the cliffside, though he didn't think too long on that possibility; as would it even be possible?

Either way, to save some trouble for now, Floyd carefully handed you the plate of food; watching as you held it from the bottom flat in your hands and grinned brighter before rushing off to the side of the cliff. He wasn't sure if he should follow you or not. "Come, friend! We eat to show!" You gestured for Floyd to follow as you sat at the iconic cliff he's seen the animal so many times. And despite his hesitation, and his logicality telling him not to, he deiced to join the Troll. I mean, what could be the harm? Floyd almost missed his performance that day. JD wasn't happy yet, oddly enough, something inside Floyd made him rather indifferent. Not uncaring, because he always cared about his brothers feelings and letting down JD was last on his list; yet, he didn't care as much as he should have. And that caught him by suprise. He wondered if it had to do something with you...

@!; The day the band broke up, Floyd went to seek you first. You two had grown close after the countless nights you spent upon the cliff, chatting and eating. Floyd just couldn't stand being able to leave without giving you a proper goodbye, you have been his closest friend outside his family after all. He found you lower on the cliff this day, still stalking in your animal form. Your ears were completely pinned back, and he was sure you had saw what had happened during that performance; it was the biggest disaster storm ever. "Hey! H-" Floyd didn't even have to call you twice before you perked up, snapping your attention over to him. He grew sheepish seeing your sudden smile, and he could only guess you had been utterly worried about him since the performance. Though he didn't expect you to be so worried you would bound towards him on all fours, causing him to yelp and quickly brace for impact. Yet, you never hit, and Floyd heard as you skidded yourself to a stop right in front of him and plopped down on your bottom. Letting out an excited yelp before licking him once, then twice. Causing him to laugh and try to push your snout away, a silent signal for you to turn back into a Troll. Which you didn't seem to get the hint for instantly, as you licked him thrice before standing up and twirling in a circle. Laughing, Floyd covered his eyes and let you turn back, opening them only when he heard your voice again; "Floyd! What in the hell happened out there?! One minute you guys were doing fine and it seemed like-" Your voice was as lovely as ever, and Floyd instantly felt a pang in his heart knowing he wouldn't be able to hear it as often anymore. His face became rather gloomy at that sudden realization he hadn't thought of before now. Maybe visiting you wasn't- no, he can't think like that! You deserved the truth as much as Branch did. He can't simply walk off and keep you sitting here, watching and wondering where he had gone for years on end. That wasn't right. "(y/n)!" Floyd jolted at the suddenness of his voice, and how firm it sounded. He didn't mean for his words to come out so harsh, though your ranting didn't do much to help his heart... or the decision he knew he had to make. Oh and your eyes, the way they shone in the moonlight. Floyd could see how startled he had made you, as he's never used such a voice with you; yet it had done the job and hushed you up, even for now. "I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to scare you. I just-" Floyd's lip twitched as he thought for the easiest way to blow this to you. The easiest way to let you down after all the nights you had spent together. The easiest way for him to accept everything that was happening and everything he had to do and everything that needed to be done.. but oh poor Branch and poor you, neither of you deserved this- "Floyd.. it's okay." Floyd was brought back to his thoughts, snapped back with the feeling of your hands grabbing his and your voice echoing in his ears. He opened his seized eyes and glanced up at yours; you were leaning down again, and Floyd laughed through the tears he didn't realize were spilling down. "You're doing it again.." Floyd mumbled, his voice wobbly. Your hands raced to his cheeks, cupping them and undoubtably feeling the hot, wet tears streaming down as you began to clear them. Floyd dropped his hands to his sides, they felt all to heavy right now. "No you're doing it again." Your voice was uncharacteristically steady, none if it's usual fluctuating like a dog excited to see it's owner. "You're overthinking and... and thinking of everyone else before you think about yourself! Floyd, whatever you're going to say to me, whatever you're keeping in that mind of yourself, you're going to tell me now, okay? And you're going to tell me and you're not going to worry about how I feel and you're going to be firm on your decision... because you're strong and we're friends and I won't be mad with you no matter what you tell me."

@!; That night, Floyd knew, for sure, that he was in love with you. And that made telling you all that harder as his heart yelled at his brain to stay, but his brain knew that they couldn't go back on their choice. He had to leave, even if for a week or month or year. He knew he needed space from the Village and everyone inside.. but not you and Branch. Defiantly not you. And oh the broken look in your eyes got him, but the way you tried to smile through it and agree that the space is what he needed made him fall even more in love. You were so strong, you kept to your word... Maybe Floyd could stay one more night. And he did, he cuddled up with you for his last night in the Village; you both watched the stars, all cozied up in your hair. And god, has Floyd never felt a Troll's' hair so soft. He almost couldn't pull himself out from it in the morning when you were still clinging onto him, trapping him with both your body and your hair. He felt tempted to doze back to sleep, yet knew he had to leave now (while he still had the will power) then wait before you woke up. He knew if he saw your broken look again, that look in your eyes that you could never hide, he couldn't bring himself to leave. So when you woke up in the morning, you found yourself alone; completely alone in a middle of your blanket made of your hair. Floyd had left before you had woke up and you would find yourself sulking in that position for longer than you would have thought.

@!; You didn't see Floyd again, yet you heard from him up till a few years into his exploration of the unknown; journeying to find himself in the chaotic world beyond the village. You didn't leave from the outskirts of the Pop village, as that's were you had figured out you could thrive the most without interacting with other Trolls or animals. So when Floyd's letters began to run dry, you knew it wasn't because he didn't know where to send it. No that's never been a problem before, especially with the bugs that were used to deliver the messages so they never went through Troll post. You had first thought that he had forgotten to write a letter that day and he would send you one tomorrow. He didn't. You then figured he was just somewhere where he couldn't right or get a bug to deliver the letter. But after a month of sitting and waiting anxiously, you figured that couldn't be the reason either. Floyd never stayed in a place for this long, and the letter he had sent you last made it sound like he was going to a place where he could continue to send letters. Another option came to mind, what if Floyd had just stopped sending letter because he just grew tired of you? He found someone else who captured his attention better than you did! Who could write in pretty cursive and spell words and speak correctly. Who could bake for him pies and cupcakes, who could sing and dance with him in the proper way that a Troll could. That was the first day you ever felt truly alone ever since Floyd left. Sure, you missed him dearly; Missed his smile and his caring ways and his company but never did you ever feel truly lonely. The type of lonely that made you upset and aggravated. The type of lonely that stung more than a throne in your paw, or a bee sting. The type of lonely that made you think back on all the memories you had with Floyd and made you think two different thoughts all at once: What was the point? Can I get those times back? It was torture. Two months of agonizing torture that ate you up inside with no remorse.

@!; Two months inside that horrible diamond prison, Floyd was finally free. Sure he had some white in his hair now, and felt fatigue come onto him easier when singing, but he was free; Free and with his brothers heading back to the Pop Troll village where Brozone (kind of reestablished) was going to chill for a minute before maybe going back their separate ways. "Oh my god, did we ever tell you that Floyd use to have a crush in the village when he was younger?!" JD turned around from the console of his caterpillar-like trailer, a snicker plastered right across his face. His comment instantly flipped the attention of everyone else, who had been lounging around the 'living space' of the trailer and chatting about nothing exciting. At least, nothing exciting to John Dory. "Oh! I almost forgot about that!" Bruce started as Branch looked between his brothers, noticing as Floyd let out a small groan and covered his face. "Oh not this gain..." Floyd mumbled, though not completely under his breath. "What?! JD you have to be joking right now!" Poppy jumped to a start, Viva seemed to be right beside her; jumping to her sister's side, placing her hands on Poppy's shoulders with such interest you would think JD had just brought up party plans. "Oh I'm so not joking." JD couldn't help but laugh, crossing his arms. "Floyd used to sneak off before the start of every show and see his little crush! It was so cute." And there was the teasing tone that Floyd could never forget. He hadn't hoped they didn't bring up this topic, but now he wished he had begged on his knees to anything above that his brothers had forgotten. "Oooh~ Floyd! Who was the lucky troll?" Viva questioned, mirroring her sister's excitement yet with a slight more mature feeling. "Well-" Floyd couldn't even begin before JD took over again. "We never got the chance to see them!" "Oh yeah, and we tried hard too. Stalked Floyd anytime he went out to see if we could find any sort of glimpse on who this Troll was. But we never found them." Clay informed, leaning back against the couch as an amused glint crossed his eyes; he glanced over to Floyd, who was still hiding his head. "Can we PLEASE change the topic?!" Floyd begged, but he guessed that his humiliation was much too entertaining to his brothers (mostly JD). "Nope! Never got the chance to see them. It was like- the biggest mystery in all of BroZone history." JD made this sound more ominous than it needed to be. More mysterious than a unclosed murder case that was more boggling than answerable. His serious tone didn't help it either. "Oh my god, Viva!-" Poppy turned to her sister, who held a knowing look. "To the clue board?" "To the clue board! Don't worry we'll find this troll." Poppy exploded like a star as Viva and her rushed over to the clue board that Branch had set up. They didn't waste time before they began to excitedly chat over possibly candidates and theories. Floyd felt more embarrassed than the day his brothers had started that whole mess, and he wasn't sure how that was even possible! Branch watched the two sisters for a moment before turning over to his brothers, thoroughly confused, "Wait... why did no one tell me this?!"

@!; Floyd wasn't sure how he would break this news to his brothers, but all he knew is that he needed to get to you first. He knew you just as you knew him, and he knew his disappearance would have a cause for concern... or maybe alarm or distress. Everything that Floyd didn't want you to feel when you thought about him because he should be your safe space and you had been his. "Guys! I'll be right back." Floyd shouted to his brothers when the caterpillar bus had came to a stop in front of the Pop village; And Floyd was sure he literally flew out the door with more force than necessary before he began to run down the village. "Bring them home for dinner!" Floyd could hear JD's sly remark before he was no longer in earshot of the van. Though he was sure he could hear something about "Kids growing up too fast" and some shared lighthearted laughter. Floyd couldn't care at the moment; not when all his brain buzzed about was finding you and making sure you were okay. What if you had gotten hurt during your time of no communication. What if you began to think that Floyd no longer cared for you or that something had happened to your or- Floyd's mind raced faster than he could keep up with and it felt like he was no longer racing against time yet against his own thoughts; not thinking about the fact that he had crossed the village in record time or that his brothers watched him rush straight into the woods by that cliff he had found a friend on and then love. That cliff where he had stargazed with you and shared thoughts he hadn't shared with anyone else. That cliff where you had showed him your way of life and let him closer than any other Troll had been with you. That cliff were everything happened in a secret silence that felt just right. That cliff were time seemed to stop. That cliff where he first found your eyes and saw your face last when he left. That cliff.. That cliff. That cliff!- Floyd was jolted away from the edge of the cliff, something he didn't realize he was just about to run off due to being lost in his emotion. A firm grip on the back of his pants had yanked him away, throwing him down onto the floor as now someone was between him and that cliff. "Are you crazy?! You were about to throw yourself off!-" Floyd didn't expect his baby brother's voice to shout at him and snap him out of his flurry of thoughts. He didn't expect Branch to be the one to stand there between him and the cliff. It was meant to be you. Not that he was meaning to throw himself off a cliff to find you, he would never put that type of trauma onto anyone or even think about such as thing. But you were meant to be here, meant to greet him on this cliff, meant to... where were you? Floyd didn't answer his brother as he scrambled onto his feet, numb from the running. He didn't care. He couldn't bring himself to care. He began to look around frantically, up and down the cliff, left and right. He rushed to some bushed and trees and tried looking more in depth as Branch stood there; never having seen his brother so disorientated and frazzled. "Floyd? Floyd!" Branch tried to get his brother's attention, "Floyd what are you looking for?" You. Where were you? Floyd didn't realize he didn't answer his brother; he had thought he had, but he didn't. He simply jumped off a rock and to the lower side of the cliff before he continued his search. Branch cautiously followed him, slowly lowering himself down from the rock and onto the ground. He watched Floyd look everywhere before Floyd jolted to a stop and stared in front of him. "(Y/N)!" It was a pained cry as Floyd rushed forward, pushing himself off of a tree to give himself a boost. "Floyd!" Branch yelled, following his brother in a panic. "Floyd you can't run into the forest around the village they're dangerous! Flo-" And Branch paused seeing who his brother approached. "Floyd!"

Floyd had no hesitation rushing over to an enormous beast that laid in the middle of a field, soaking in the sun. The beast had clear patches of its fur bitten off, and Branch couldn't tell whether it was self inflicted due to nerves or if it was from a fight. It perked its ears, then its head as it heard Floyd' shouting. It scanned the field and Branch felt himself rushing over to his brother. "FLOYD!" Branch's yell fell short as he saw the beast jump to its paws and rush over to his brother. Branch felt adrenaline rush through his body as he was sure he was about to watch his brother get eaten by a rapid animal. And Branch wasn't in range to catch the beast's muzzle with his hair, and Branch was sure that Floyd wouldn't attack it for whatever reason, and- wait... what? Branch kicked up dirt as he skidded to a stop, watching at the beast popped into an unusually tall Troll who grabbed Floyd in bear hug before spinning the two around. Branch watched with so much bewilderment that he questioned what JD had put in the drink he had given him. He had to be seeing things. That beast didn't just transform into a troll, right? Branch let out an airy bit of laughter as he watched the taller Troll trip on their own legs, causing the two of them to crash down and laugh loudly. Laugh like long lost lovers or crushes who had just found each other again, some sort of star-crossed lovers situation you would only find in books. Branch let out a small huff before carefully walking over to Floyd and you on the floor, laughing like maniacs. "What happened to you?!" Floyd reached up to cup your cheeks, worry rushing to his eyes as he noticed the bits of your hair that were fried and clearly chewed off. "No! No what happened to you?!" Sure, maybe you should have answered Floyd's question before asking one but you were too worried! This man disappears off the face of the planet for 2 months with no explanation then comes back like nothing ever happened?! You wouldn't stand for it, nor would you sit or lay for it either. Your hands rushed up to his, cupping over his hands which were cupping your cheeks. "I asked the question question first!" Quipped Floyd with a cheeky, beaming grin. Oh, how you've missed that grin so much. You could just squish his cheeks and kiss him at this moment. "I'll tell you what happened to me when you explain what happened to you." "Dea-" "How about you both explain what is happening?" Branch cut in, standing nearby with crossed arms and an amused smile. Floyd shot his head up, you simply turned to the side, to see that smile and oh- Floyd for a moment thought Branch was about to use this for some sort of blackmail against their brothers. "Branch!" Floyd sat up with a startle, having forgotten his brother had been here... and that he kind of saved Floyd from running off a cliff earlier. "Who are you?" Floyd heard you ask from under him and he knew he had a lot of explaining to do in that moment. But hey, if all he had to do was introduce you to his family, and hope they would accept you for your differences, then he would do that. He would do that and more to be able to be next to you, in your arms and in your reach. He would do anything to be able to keep you close. And next time he left the village, Floyd was not leaving without you.

@!; BONUS SNIPIT

"Wait, so you're telling me you got captured by some evil green-haired people who put you into a glass bottle made of diamonds and the only way you escapes is because your family made the 'perfect family harmony'?" You asked Floyd with a childlike wonder and a mature skepticism. You both were laying in Floyd's bed, inside his bod, as crickets chirped outside a sweet melody of the night. Floyd knew it sounded unbelievable but, "I'm telling you, this story is 100 percent real." Floyd couldn't help but keep in his laughter at your expressive wide eyes. Taking advantaged of your bewilderment of the situation, Floyd attacked you by snuggling closer; wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer, resting his head against your chest. He didn't have to look up at you to know you were cocking your eyebrow up in a questioning way, trying to think the logistics of the story over in your head. Yet you still wrapped your arms around Floyd's back, your hair stretching out to wrap the both of you in its fuzzy and cozy warmth. Floyd let out a deep sigh, you felt it against your chest; he missed these moments, and you did too. Moments that seemed to stand still, yet not in a boring way. In a way where Floyd got to soak up every second of being with you, and you got to soak up every second with him. Where you could feel like time was racing by, yet checked and it had only been a few minutes and you had more time to cuddle and just talk and be together than you had thought. Moments like these were the best feeling in the world. "I still don't believe you." You jokingly poke Floyd in the back, causing him to yelp and arch away from your pointy nail. You watched as he looked up at you with the most playfully challenging look; an eyebrow cocked upwards and his eyes glittering in the small light of the dimmed lamp. "Well it happened! I don't know what to tell you." He sassed back, rolling his eyes in a playful manner before he laid his head back against your chest. You tightened your arms around Floyd, which caused him to smile softly. No matter what happened, what had happened. Floyd was back now and neither of you were leaving each others side again; at least not now or in the near future unless it was forced.

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[derangedangel]

Killer Duo - Isaac Lahey

Summary: Lydia’s throwing a Halloween party and your costume coordinates with Isaac’s

Isaac Lahey x Reader

Word Count: 1,591

Author’s Note: Apparently this was in my drafts in 2019 and I finished it in 2020. Why it never got posted, I’m not sure. The timing of this is funny cause I’m currently at work dressed as the character Isaac is dressed as. Anyway, reblogs and comments are appreciated. Happy Halloween!

“Lydia, I haven’t dressed up for Halloween since I was 12,” you said walking around looking at all the creepy Halloween decorations.

“And this is a costume party. You have to dress up or you can’t go,” Lydia replied walking in front of you heading straight for the costumes. 

“I have no idea what I should be. And most Halloween costumes for women are sexy now, which really means they’re short and inappropriate, and I am not doing that.”

The strawberry blonde rolled her eyes. “You haven’t even looked at any costumes yet and your already jumping to conclusions.”

“I’m just pointing out facts. Halloween used to be fun, then I grew up.”

“And now you’re at the age where you can dress up again,” Lydia smiled at you. “There’s just no candy this time.”

“So what’s the point,” you joked.

“Just come on,” Lydia said grabbing your arm pulling you towards the superhero costumes first. 

The two of you began to look through the racks of clothes. You ran a mental checklist of everything that wouldn’t work for you. 

Batgirl? No.

Iron Man? No.

Elastigirl? Hell no.

“Oh, what about Wonder Woman,” Lydia asked holding up the iconic armor for you to see. 

“Ehh,” you said fidgeting on your feet, “I don’t feel comfortable having my ass out.”

“Okay,” Lydia said sighing at how difficult you were making this. She stood next to you scanning the the other costumes in the superhero section and decided you were going to like any of them.

“What about a witch,” she asked.

“I guess I could be that,” you replied halfheartedly.

“No, I don’t want you buying something you don’t love. That’s the number one rule in fashion.”

“Lydia, why don’t you just look for your costume and I’ll find mines. I don’t want you to keep pulling outfits and I hate them all.”

Lydia turned and faced you. “Honey, I bought my costume weeks ago. No one is going to be wearing the same thing as me at my own party.”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “Duh, I should have known you already had your costume ready to go.”

“Yes, so this trip is all about you, my dear,” Lydia said tapping you on the nose making you smile. 

“Fine,” you replied. “Well, let’s go look at something a little more spookier then.”

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“Barbie, eat your heart out.”

Lydia walked up behind you in the mirror and nodded. “You look good.”

“I look killer,” you laughed and Lydia smiled shaking her head. 

You looked at yourself in the mirror admiring your white dress, leather jacket, and combat boots. You grabbed your eyeliner pencil and added the final touch. Tiffany’s mole. 

Perfect.

As soon as you saw the Bride of Chucky costume, you knew you needed it. Lydia was just happy you didn’t go with Chucky so you didn’t mess up her bathroom adding all the wounds and fake blood on your face. 

About an hour later, the party was well under way and you already made your first rounds with Lydia. Now she off doing other hostess duties and you were people watching against the wall.

You saw Isaac across the room and smiled to yourself. You excused yourself through the crowd as you made your way across the room.

“Hey, Isaac. Nice costume,” you greeted, looking up at the tall burette in front of you. Well, he wasn’t brunette right now. He was wearing a red wig and a pair of Good Guys overalls. You snickered to yourself. Of course the guy you had a crush on would be dressed up as Chucky. He was basically the salt to your pepper.

“Thanks,” Isaac said, a grin lining his face. “And you are a... biker bride?”

You looked at Isaac confused and shocked. “You’re kidding me, right?”

“What,” Isaac smiled confused at your response. “Should I know who you are?”

“Yes,” you said laughing. You gawked at him as you held up your plastic bloody knife and pointed to your “Tiff” necklace. His eyebrow furrowed in confusion.

“I’m Tiffany...”

Isaac shook his head still lost.

“The Bride of Chucky...”

“Sorry. Still don’t know who that is.”

“Oh my God. Isaac, how are you dressed up as Chucky but don’t know who Tiffany is?”

Isaac shrugged. “Honestly, I wasn’t planning on wearing a costume, but Lydia said I had to, then showed up to Scott’s house with this.”

You shook your head, laughing to yourself. “Of course she did.”

“Am I missing something,” Isaac asked wanting in on the joke.

“Lydia knew I was dressing up as Tiffany and she made you be Chucky... we’re basically a couple’s costume.”

“We are,” Isaac asked, his eyebrow raised and smirk slowly growing on his face.

“Uhh, I- I mean sorta,” you replied fidgeting where you stood. “Especially, now when we’re standing next to each other.”

Isaac took a step closer to you. “So I guess I better keep you close then.”

You’re eyes grew big but before you could response you were interrupted. 

“There you two are,” Lydia said walking up to you and Isaac. Her blonde ponytail wig bouncing with each step she took. She definitely was the only I Dream of Jeannie here. You doubted if most of the party even knew who she was, but they all knew she looked good. “Well don’t you look cozy together.”

“Lydia,” you said a little too sweetly for anyone’s liking. “I hear we have you to thank for Isaac’s costume.”

“What,” Lydia asked like she didn’t basically have you and Isaac in a couple’s costume. “I couldn’t have him come to my Halloween party not dressed up.”

“Yeah, sure,” you scoffed crossing your arms over your chest.

“Anyway, everyone’s outside so we can take a group pic before anyone is too intoxicated to do it later.” 

“Lydia,” Stiles yelped running up. “Oh, hey guys,” he said waving to you and Isaac. You smiled and waved back before he began talking to Lydia. He was dressed up as Captain Tony Nelson, the perfect couple’s costume to Lydia’s Jeannie. “Um, so, I may or may not have gotten my Captain’s hat stuck on the roof... okay I definitely did. But it was Scott’s fault!”

“Seriously, Stiles,” Lydia fumed. “God,” she whispered under her breath shaking her head before turning to you. “Give it about ten minutes before the picture so I can get his hat down.” 

You laughed nodding your head. “Okay.”

The couple walked away, leaving you alone with Isaac. “Um, I’m going to go get something to drink. See you outside in ten?”

“Yeah,” Isaac said, giving you a slow and sexy smile. 

You turned and headed for the kitchen, letting out a long breath as you did. Isaac’s whole existence was driving you crazy. Although you did like the blue eyed boy, and you’ve been wanting something to happen for a while, he was making you incredibly nervous. You’d rather avoid him instead of potential embarrassing yourself. 

After you filled your red solo cup with the fruity punch being served, one of your classmates came up to you.

“Hey Y/N, cute costume.”

“Thanks!”

“I didn’t know you and Isaac were a thing.”

“Huh,” you asked confused.

“The couple’s costume,” they said hesitantly. “Chucky and Tiffany.”

“Ohh, duh” you said to yourself when you realized. “We’re not dating. We just happened to wear costumes that went together.”

“Oh... well, the two of you look good together,” they said shrugging then walked away.

All your friends were already outside ready to take the picture. Lydia handed her phone to the designated photographer, then went to stand next to Stiles. Scott was in the middle, with Kira next to him. Malia was next to Kira, while Stiles and Lydia were on the other side of Scott. You stood next to Malia, throwing your arm over your friend’s shoulder. Isaac stood near Stiles. 

After two pics were snapped, Lydia went to check the photos. She grabbed her phone, then looked up at the group. “Somethings not right...,” she said out loud, thinking to herself. “I know!” She grabbed Isaac by his arm and pulled him over to where you were standing. “That’s better. You’re costumes go together, so it makes sense,” she said smiling. She mumbled a quick you’re welcome to you before she handed the camera back over and went back to her place next to Stiles.

The person taking the pictures counted down “3, 2, 1,” then snapped a pic. But before you got to one, Isaac grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into him. You shrieked in response then started laughing. 

“Okay, now a funny one,” Scott yelled so everyone could hear. 

Isaac didn’t hesitate, quickly picking you up bridal style. You yelped, then immediately stuck your tongue out at him. Lydia’s phone flashed as the picture was taken, then everyone stopped doing their poses, but Isaac didn’t put you down.

You giggled before you spoke. “You can put me down now, Isaac. The picture’s over.”

“I said I should keep you close. So that’s what I’m doing,” he said smiling down at you in his arms. “And besides, if we’re next to each other people will think we’re a couple, so no guy will ask you to dance.”

You titled your head to the side, your eyes squinted slightly. “But we’re not a couple.”

“Give it a few weeks.”

Your mouth dropped in a silent gasp, slowly turning into a huge grin. You heard Kira giggling behind you and Stiles’s “yuck.”

[bountycancelled]

house of cards (a challengers au)

requested: no, but send challengers reqs I BEG !

warnings: none :)

content: tension I guess? readers kind of a go with the flow typa gyal, but the flow is sometimes manipulative and evil so... tashi and art both play (different games but they still play) patrick is a loser, but he's my loser so it's okay lowercase intended, unedited.

a/n: back after like a half year hiatus, and im on my challengers bullshit, hope you enjoy this cuz I wrote in a day lol

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"you know, sometimes it feels like you hate me." the words leave your lips before you can stop them, coming out of your mouth with the kind of instantaneous honesty you learnt during your many years around tashi. admiring her, envying her, loving her, and hating her all the same.

she raises an amused brow, the sides of her mouth quirking up in a half smile. she probably thinks it's funny, your train of thought. you're in her dorm right now, laying on her bed with your head rested against her shoulder while some episode of some show serves as background noise. and yet, you seem unsure that she even wants you here.

but the one thing you can count on tashi to know, is what she wants. so if she's sure that she doesn't hate you, you should be too. "I don't hate you. I love you, more than usual, honestly."

that shouldn't make your stomach flip in the way it does, but you've always been a little like a hungry dog waiting to be thrown a bone when it came to affection, from anyone really (a problem that you thought you were working on effectively, you weren't.) but mostly tashi, who's affection was about as rare as the sight of her not playing tennis. well, maybe that comparison was in poor taste after the injury, but anyway.

"why is that?" you hope you don't come off as eager as you are to hear what you've done to further place yourself in her good graces (you do, but don't worry, tashi thinks it's cute.)

"you're the only one who still plays tennis with me. real tennis." she nudges you off of her shoulder as she speaks, forcing you to look at her, leaving you to tackle that feeling that always seemed to arise whenever she was close. a feeling that would rather die that put a name to.

god, you were such a tryhard when it came to her. you let her tell you about her escapade with the notorious 'fire and ice' duo, art and patrick. you assured that it was totally okay to pit two friends against each other for the prospect of getting her, you nodded along when patrick came out victorious, and you comforted her when she eventually broke it off.

and the cherry on top of this absolutely miserable sundae of yours, you played exactly the same way you used to play with her, because you knew it was what she wanted, and anything she wanted, you'd give it to her.

and she knew that, of course. one of the reasons she kept you around.

she brought her face close to yours, so close, closer, closer... before turning your own face to plant a kiss on your cheek, deciding to pay attention to the show you two had put on her laptop, completely shattering what you thought had been a moment between you and her. not the first time she's done that, not the last time you'll think that.

you inhale and exhale deeply, willing yourself to not spend the whole night picking that last ten seconds of that interaction apart, trying to analyse if you were running on pure delusion, or if something had been there, between you two.

but you do anyway, and you don't come to a solid conclusion. when it comes to tashi, you never do.

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your run in with patrick is unexpected, but what is expected is just how fucking miserable he looks. you debate just leaving the diner all together, finding another place to eat. hell, not eating at all would be better than whatever conversation you could possibly have with the ex boyfriend of your best friend. the poor thing is still wearing that grey 'I told ya' shirt, and it's evident that he isn't taking any of this well.

you understand both of them, patrick blames himself (it's not his fault, at least not to you) and tashi needed someone to blame. there's a small part of you thats just glad you weren't the one that she chose, but it's small, and the bigger parts of you just want to pull patrick into a hug, but you're unsure of how appropriate that would be. unsure of if he would even want that from you. because you're not actually on his side, you'd never be on the side opposing tashi, and patrick knows that.

that doesn't stop his eyes from lighting up in hopeful recognition as he spots you awkwardly lingering by the entrance, and now you have to go and sit with him because you are not about to kick a dog while it's down. you flag down a waiter and order for yourself, turning to face him with a pensively worried expression.

"are you... okay?"

patrick laughs at your words, not because he thinks it's funny that you ask. (even in the event that you're just pretending to care, he's just thankful that you humoured him by sitting down) he laughs because he knows that you know that he's not. even if the two of you were strangers, you'd sense his misery from the second you entered and took one look at him.

"never better. foods here." he changes the topic swiftly, and you're starving, so you don't try to redirect it, stuffing your face almost as unapologetically as he is. but once the food finishes and you await the bill, you take another long look at him, and the sadness in his eyes make your heart ache.

you don't owe anything to patrick, but for whatever reason, you find yourself reaching for his hand, holding it in your own and giving it a comforting squeeze, smiling back at him sympathetically when he flashes you a grateful half smile.

maybe it's the unique circumstances of the breakup, or his sad brown eyes, or that one time you two played a "friendly" game right before him and tashi got together (the looks he gave you from across the court would be misplaced, but tennis was intrinsically sexy, and so was patrick, so you tried not to overthink it. tried.)

or maybe it's the emalgumation of every look that would make you squint curiously at him, every casual touch that would last too long because patricks patrick, every tipsy kiss on the cheek, or shoulder squeeze, but after you two leave the diner (he pays, and you feel bad about it, but don't comment further.) but when you face each other outside the establishment, the sunset painting the sky, you pull him into a hug.

the hug feels... far too intimate for two friends (were you still friends? you weren't sure.) but, whatever. he's hurt, grieving the loss of someone that would surely break you if you lost them and the loss of his own best friend, so you're not gonna judge. he wraps his arms around you slowly, hiding his face away in the crook of your neck, holding you so gently that a passerby would think that you're the one being comforted.

you tell him to call you if he ever feels lonely, immediately regretting your language because it sounds like you wanna fuck him, but he understands what you meant. and then, you say your goodbyes.

you don't tell tashi about that interaction. and you don't think you will.

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your run in with art isn't intentional, but he's grateful for it.

he knows that you and tashi usually run drills together at the courts on saturdays, its not crowded since everyone is in their dorms trying to piece themselves together after a shitty week. but he also knows that tashi needs to rest right now, so you'd most likely be alone. but he doesn't strike then, the racket in your hand will make you too focused, he knows that all too well. you'd be giving him one word answers, barely paying him any mind and probably wanting him to fuck off as soon as possible.

so while he's wracking his brain, thinking of another opportunity to find a way in with you, because being closer to you meant being even closer to tashi, he's seconds away from getting on his knees and praising the gods above when he sees in the cafeteria, alone.

him being there for her when the injury happened was simply happenstance, and he was lucky in a roundabout sort of way, getting to comfort tashi and hopefully building a good image of himself in your mind, because you were there too, of course.

but that wouldn't cut it. he needed to be truly in with you, and he needed a new best friend anyway, he'd basically sold his last one off, so this was a two birds, one stone kind of situation.

you don't look up when art sits in front of you. because one, you know its him, he has the nervous kind of energy whenever he's around you, different to the kind of nervous energy he has when tashis around, but you can still sniff him out regardless. and two, you're still feeling shitty about that whole... thing with patrick, too shitty to care that blondies over here in front of you, trying to get in with tashi.

"they stale or something?" he asks, his smile stupidly warm and inviting as he points towards the cheese fries on your plate, completely untouched. you shoot air through your nose, smiling despite yourself before giving him a response. "no, I'm just grappling with the fact that I'm a shitty friend, and maybe even a shitty person in general."

he hums, holding his hand towards your tray as a silent question, and you push it towards him nonchalantly, letting him take what he wants. he feels way too good about a simple tray, but something about you sharing your food gives him hope that you haven't completely ruled him out.

"well, think about it this way. the average person needs to have at least one of these traits in order to be liked. talent, kindness or looks. you're a fucking beast on that court, and you're gorgeous, so you don't even need to worry about being a good person." it's easy to butter you up a bit, because the words he's saying are true, and he had a feeling that telling you what he honestly felt was the route to go with.

you roll your eyes at his words, but the compliment makes you bite back a smile. you're only human, after all, and not even you are invincible to the charms of one art donaldson.

but you keep your cool, waiting for the inevitable of him bringing up tashi, with the obligatory acting like that wasn't why he sat with you in the first place. but it comes later in the conversation than you thought it would, he asks if she's doing any better, and you answer with an honest 'no.'

maybe this is just another one of his tactics, pretending that he's fully interested in getting to know you with no tashi shaped ulterior motive. but it works. because you end up talking over your now empty tray for a while, so long that you're late to your next class.

the look that he gives you when you leave is one of longing, but it was a specific kind longing, one linked to tashi. that's what art tells himself too, as he watches you walk away.

[autisticlancemcclain]

fic rec friday 47

hello and welcome to fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.

Damnit, Pidge by spirkylurkey

Pidge has some top-secret-classified-don't-tell-Keith-info that she accidentally lets slip to, you guessed it, Keith. Lance is an embarrassed mess. Keith isn't faring much better, to be honest.

this one made me LAUGH the way that this all pidge's fault and she's literally like. well. you shouldn't be so gay then. and she's right!! they're so dumb i love them

2. Operation: Faking It by @writeonclara

“What the hell, guys?” Pidge squawked, wrestling away from Matt. “Why are you pretending to be a couple?” Or: Matt and Lance pretend to be a couple because Shiro and Keith are clueless as hell.

do you guys remember shatt?? i remember shatt. adashi will always have my heart but shatt will literally always be funny bc ofc thats ur fic name. anyways. this fic is mostly klance but the entire concept is just so ridiculously goofy that u have to laugh. do you like lance and matt? do you like fake relationship to real relationship? do you like inverted tropes? do you like pining? do you like comedic jealousy? then this fic is well and truly for you because it has all that and more

3. all's well that ends well to end up with you by @coruscatingcatastrophe

Keith's jacket gets ruined, so Lance decides to be a good Samaritan and give him his. This is the beginning of the end.

megan's fic literally make me want to eat cement i'm so serious. i've read and been obsessed with TONS of her stuff but this one???? this fucking one???? oh god the slowburn kills me. the blossoming realisation that oh god we've been dating this whole time huh. the CHIVALRY...............a romance novel in the truest of senses and i am going to fry

4. as long as it won't separate you from me (i'll be fine) by @coruscatingcatastrophe

A little intrigued—not that she’d ever admit it—Pidge begins to climb the stairs. But before she even reaches halfway, the door—slams shut. All on its own, or so it seems. Pidge pauses, brows creasing in confusion, as she turns to look down at her dog. “Did you see that?” she asks. Peculiarly, she notes that Bae Bae’s fur is bristled, and he growls at the door before barking twice. That’s weird. Bae Bae never growls. Turning back to the door, Pidge feels unsettled, but she tells herself not to jump to ridiculous conclusions. There’s a logical explanation for everything. Maybe there was a gust of wind from the air conditioner, or the doorframe isn’t level. Whatever it is, she’s going to figure it out. - Or, a Beetlejuice au (kind of). Pidge isn't a fan of her new house, Lance and Keith are the ghosts haunting her attic, and together they hatch a plot to convince Shiro and Adam to skedaddle out of the house. There may be demon summoning involved. But seriously, Adam. Getting your hair set on fire really isn't that bad.

HAPPY (late) HALLOWEEN!!! ive been thinking about this fic all october and finally let myself reread it. ive never loved beetlejuice more than when i read this. it's so fun!! so interesting!! pidge gets a chance to shine!! klance are so!!! the way it had the story of beetlejuice but adapted well!! im!!

5. never thought i'd see the day in my life by @coruscatingcatastrophe

But Keith has somehow gone even paler in the short amount of time he’s been at the table, and he shakes his head. “No, something is . . .” His gaze flickers back to Lance, and he’s startled to find that Keith’s eyes are purple. They’ve got to be contacts. Ridiculous. As if the mullet and gloves and personality weren’t enough. Keith pushes away from the table abruptly, looking incredibly put-off now. “I, uh—gotta go,” he mutters, before angrily gathering up the backpack he’d dropped into the chair next to him and storming out of the cafeteria. “Huh,” Hunk says. “Well, that introduction could have gone a bit better. Don’t take it personally though; sometimes Keith’s just like that.” - Or, a Twilight au starring Lance as Bella, Keith as Edward, and the rest of the Voltron gang as themselves. Lance is insufferable, Keith is awkwardly trying to figure out why Lance is the way he is, and along the way they fall in love, or something. It's probably, definitely the best love story since Twilight itself.

now ive never read twilight and i refuse to on principle. but i didn't find this one creepy and instead it was super fun and dweeby and lance is indeed a ray of sunshine, thank you megan for noticing, and it turns out when the story isn't a hetero mormon wet dream it's actually a good time!!

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!

[deathblacksmoke]

Sweet Disposition // Prologue

Pairing: Nick Ruffilo x Noah Sebastian

Word Count: 1.1K

Series Summary: 6 months after the conclusion of the Dramamine series, an overworked Nick is talked into taking some much-needed time off from the bar and decides to take Noah on a road trip.

Content Warnings: None in this one! They will be updated by chapter.

Author's Note: I figured it was time to actually start the series I promised and I hope y’all enjoy <3

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The minutes drag by painfully, his eyelids drooping as he trudges through the night and waits for Noah to walk through the door. They’ve both been working a lot lately — Noah’s shop has seen an uptick in business after the closure of another neighborhood spot and the open mic nights have taken off. Bud added an extra night every other week, and the bar is seeming a lot more busy overall. At the end of the day, he’s grateful for the extra tips.

They’ve fallen into somewhat of a routine together. Noah leaves the shop late and comes into the bar to keep Nick company until it’s time to go. More often than not, it’s well into the small hours of the morning, with no time or energy for anything other than falling into bed when they come home. It’s not ideal for them, but they make do, squeezing their mini date nights into Nick’s breaks and the lulls and when he pawns patrons off on Folio now that he’s fully trained. They seem to like him a lot better, anyway.

His phone buzzes in his pocket and he tries but ultimately fails to hide his giddy excitement. He feels like a teenager again as he reaches for it, hoping for a text from Noah telling him he’s outside or on his way. He finds he can’t help it when he reads the text and his smile fades.

Running a little late Nicky. I’ll be there around 11.

In a flash, it sets in how little time they get with each other these days. They’re lucky if they have a day off that lines up. They get a few dinners a week, maybe a lazy day at home together every now and again. He wonders briefly why they don’t coordinate their schedules better before it occurs to him for the very first time how quick he is to pick up a shift when Jesse’s sick, or when Folio wants to go out of town, or just because.

Without his own permission, he’s allowed himself to fall back into his old habits, spending every moment at the bar. He tries to keep his mind from traveling back to the last time he allowed this behavior from himself, how that had ended up for him. 

He’s startled out of a trance by a shove and looks around to see Jolly towering over him with a curious look on his face.

“Is there a reason poor Folio is juggling a full bar and you’re in your own world over here?”

He considers his options, debates whether he wants to get back to work or tell Jolly the truth. The longer he thinks about it, the more he finds he doesn’t want to be here right now — he wants to be with Noah. He decides to go for the truth.

“I miss Noah,” he admits, shrinking into himself as Jolly’s expression softens. “I’m here all the time, and I miss Noah.”

He doesn’t love feeling pitied under Jolly’s gaze. It makes him feel so terribly small. He hates when people feel bad for him, but stops momentarily to consider that maybe it's exactly what he needs.

He doesn’t want to think about how easy it would be for these old habits to eat up his relationship with Noah until there’s nothing left, just like they did with his last one. He can’t bear to think about this one going down the same path, these behaviors to set a precedent, marking him a failure forever and, worst of all, costing him Noah.

“Are you finally going to take the time off like I’ve been begging you to?” Jolly asks, interrupting his thoughts. “You’re here all the time by your own choice, Nick. If you want to take a few weeks, we have enough staff, we can work out the schedule.”

He goes back to the first time Jolly ever suggested a vacation — more than 3 years ago, before everything went south. He hasn’t been away from the bar for more than 4 days in a row since before he lost Jasmine, and the thought of it makes his stomach turn.

A piece of him feels that he’s being overly dramatic, but he says it anyway. “I couldn’t stomach losing him, too, Jolls.”

Jolly chuckles, but Nick doesn’t feel judged.

“Here,” Jolly starts, taking the rag from Nick’s shoulder and throwing it over his own. “I’ll finish out the night with Folio while you go do whatever you need to do. Let me know what you decide and we’ll figure out the schedule.”

He plants a wet kiss on Jolly’s cheek before turning on his heels and leaving, not needing to be told twice. He briefly catches the grimace Jolly’s face shifts into, but only throws him a thanks! before slamming the front doors open.

Nick peers through the front door of the shop for a few moments, admiring how cute Noah looks focused on whatever he’s doing on his computer. He basks in it a little, watching him at work, before tapping on the glass.

Noah’s expression is confused for only a moment, before his mouth spreads into a grin. As he moves from behind the counter to come open the door, Nick feels giddy, like this is something so fresh. It still feels like that with Noah, sometimes.

“What are you doing here?” Noah asks, his brow furrowing with confusion again. Nick just wraps his arms around him, pulls him tightly into a hug, presses a kiss to his cheek.

“Jolly let me go early tonight,” Nick offers, leaving out all the internal suffering that led up to it. It’s not something Noah needs to worry about. “I wanted to ask you something.”

“I’m listening,” Noah says, closing and locking the door behind Nick and leading him inside.

“Do you think Autumn and the guys can look after the store without you for a couple weeks?” He asks — Noah gives him a suspicious look, but nods anyway. “Wanna go away with me?”

Noah’s eyes light up, and it’s that joy that Nick lives for. “Where would we go?”

He pulls Noah’s face down to his, a hand cupping his jaw. He brushes a thumb over his cheek, but doesn’t let their lips meet yet.

“Wherever you want,” he offers, watches entranced as Noah’s cheeks pink, his face spreading into a grin again, his pretty brown eyes sparkling. Nick is so in love with him. “Just say yes.”

Noah nods as he pulls Nick in for a kiss.

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Xxxholic sfw Yuuko Ichihara relationship headcanons <3 Warnings: none! Reader's gender is not specified

//I noticed that there aren't many Yuuko fics around so here we goo I love her sm

Living with her 🏡💕

-Yuuko is a mysterious woman but you knew that already and it didn't stop you from initiating a relationship with her ;))

-I think she'd ask you to move in with her quite early in the relationship, she has such a big house after all and there are only so many rooms that she can fill (imagine her saying that very dramatically on the fainting couch with a hand on the forehead)

-It would probably be more like a obvious foregone conclusion to her: she'd suggest you leave some stuff over since you already spend so many nights there and after a while you just kinda notice that you never leave the place (not in a creepy way tho ofc)

-Yuuko, however does leave at times. She can disappear without warning and be gone for days, just to show up in the morning drinking tea like she'd never been gone

-She usually calls from where she is but she might not tell the location or what her mission is (99% of the time it's job related anyways)

-If you tell Yuuko that her disappearings worry you then I think she'd be more open about her whereabouts and she'd tell you beforehand where she's going

-However, I feel like Yuuko needs to have her own secrets, even in a relationship

-I doubt she'll ever tell you everything about herself, though she would open up to you more as your relationship progresses

Affection and the sorts 💋

-Yuuko isn't big on PDA, she mostly teases you affectionately (as she does) and maybe gives you some caring touches every now and then

-She tends to do so especially when someone isn't looking: running her hand over yours when someone turns their head for a moment or lightly kissing your cheek in an empty store isle, leaving you flustered and Yuuko smirking

-It feels like Yuuko is teasing you but you're not even complaining because it's hot :/

-If someone else were to flirt with you she'd get more posessive, draping an arm over your shoulder and looking at the person with her investigating eyes

-In private I think she'd get touchy when she's drunk. Which (luckily or unluckily to you) is quite often.

-Yuuko enjoys getting pampered: if you suggest that you'd like to brush her hair or do her nails she would find it very romantic!

-I think her love language is gifts or acts of service, maybe quality time as well? She'd like it when both of you are in the same room doing different things in comfortable silence

-secretly wants to be the little spoon but is usually the big spoon, as she's quite tall

-Yuuko finds it adorable when you wear her clothes. She has such a huge collection of them that it's no wonder if you borrow some. She might sometimes even leave them laying around for you to find (or for Watanuki to clean up...)

-Speaking of Watanuki, you get bossing rights!

-You don't use them nearly as often as Yuuko and even offer to help him at times, but getting to eat Watanuki's cookings certainly doesn't bother you

-Even though there are many guests and other residents of the house popping in at random times, Yuuko makes sure to have time for you

-Yuuko sometimes wonders if she says it often enough, but she really enjoys having you around. It's nice having something permanent and stable in her otherwise quite chaotic life. She wouldn't trade you for the world :))

[aprillikesthings]

okay one more tonight

Which according to netflix is s3 ep1 but ehhhhh it's really a continuation of s2 imho

The Price of Power

(ominous)

I told myself I'd make this post shorter than the last few and I'm 99% I completely failed lol but this one had a LOT of lore and shit

AAAUGH

Angella's protectiveness is usually annoying but tbh I would feel the same way here in her situation, anyway Glimmer got it from somewhere lol

low blow, Shadow Weaver

I couldn't figure out why she woke up gasping so hard even though I just watched the last episode like three hours ago lol (Hordak had cut off her air until she passed out, and this is where she woke up, poor thing)

Catra: "It doesn't matter what I do. I don't get to win." :( but also "winning" should not be the objective of your life and you will spend the next season and a half being forced to learn that

Once again Scorpia's obvious one-sided love is painful to watch.

I hate that she's not entirely wrong!!! Like given her life up to this point of course she'd come to this conclusion. D:

Glimmer: The Horde is evil, and EVIL PEOPLE DON'T CHANGE Adora: I'm standing right here. Like you're literally talking to me.

(Okay but it's often true in the case of abusers, especially in romantic relationships. If you haven't read "Why Does He Do That" you should. Majority of abusers don't change for long--he talks about the circumstances under which they do, but repeatedly notes that it's very very rare and that a lot of them are good at faking improvement just for the amount of time it takes to get you under their control again. In any case that's why if people believe your partner is abusing you, the universal advice is "you need to leave.")

uggggh and the worst part is, she's actually right about a number of people in the Horde! I always knew it was a matter of time before Scorpia left the Horde, for instance.

But Shadow Weaver? Adora wants to believe this because Shadow Weaver was her mom, basically.

that's not how it works!!!

NOT REALLY.

I know I'm going to end up referencing this post again later, but it's worth a read:

"You think Shadow Weaver should have had a redemption arc? From her perspective, she DID." It also compares her arc to Catra's.

(spoilers for the rest of the show obv)

Anyway Bow and Glimmer offer to go with her, which is a good thing to do if you're ever going to try to talk things out with your abuser, because 1. they behave better in front of witnesses, generally speaking 2. other people are more likely to spot manipulative bullshit

yeeeurgh the way she says it is so icky

seriously she lays it on thick "oh I've missed you my child" eat dirt. Even after Adora's like "lol nice try" she's still like "oooh, so clever, I always knew you were smarter than everyone else" like you're still doing it.

"I was special only as long as I obeyed you" damn right

Compassionate to a fault as always, but also, I know there's still that bit of hope in there, the same one Catra had, of making her happy and finally getting loved. Adora has a huge advantage Catra didn't, though; which is that she has a great deal of love in her life from other sources. :(

Hordak: I am Evil and Scary!!! And I want Catra GONE. Entrapta: Yeah, okay. So anyway like I was saying, Catra's improved everything, but also, we need her to get us this thing!!! Hordak: No. Go away. Entrapta: :( k but I'll leave the info here for you to read on your own

The sad thing is, Shadow Weaver can be a good teacher.

ngl that's cool

also ugh. Shadow Weaver is in fact honest here: she's got nowhere to go, she wants revenge, helping Adora's the best way to do that.

plotty stuff I want to remember later: Hordak's goal is opening a portal into space to get Horde's armies through and defeat Etheria forever--and this is the first time a bunch of characters find out the Horde is bigger than one army on Etheria, and the reason he's close to getting that portal now is that Entrapta is helping him, and that once upon a time Hordak did succeed in opening a portal for a moment, and Adora was the result--she wasn't born on Etheria.

Glimmer: you're a fuckin' liar Shadow Weaver: I mean usually yeah lol. But like, why would I bother this time, what would I get out of it?

has anyone written an essay/post/paper about Adora as a bit of a Jesus figure

(I mean a LOT of people treat She-Ra like she's a messiah equivalent? But uhhhh that's also just how The Chosen One trope tends to go. Plus Jesus didn't resurrect himself so he could kiss a girl--though he did choose to show himself post-resurrection to Mary Magdalene first, so interpret that as you will.)

Anyway Adora kinda flips out at this information (she knows in her bones that Shadow Weaver is telling the truth) and bolts from the room

airbrush THAT on the side of a van lol

The way she screams "answer me!" at Light Hope is so good

Adora: babies don't remember shit????? Light Hope: oh.

There's a "vaginas are portals to another dimension bc childbirth" joke in there somewhere.

plot plot the First Ones came from beyond the stars, the sword is made to only respond to "one of their own kind," congrats Adora you're literally a different kind of person than every other person on Etheria.

(the timelines on this are confusing to me, I can't remember if Mara taking Etheria into another dimension also fucked with time passing, OH HEY I FOUND A FAN-MADE TIMELINE no idea how accurate it is tho especially considering the number of typos/misspellings, also elsewhere someone said each season of the show is apparently meant to be a whole YEAR?? I was thinking a few months at most??? I need to find if that's Word of God anywhere)

Theoretically yes but Netflix doesn't have the rights to any of the He-Man stuff, sorry

When Mara cut Etheria off from the rest of the universe she destroyed the portal capabilities. If you open a portal now bad shit will go down

(uh oh)

Adora: omg Mara's from the same place as me???

LIAR

Light Hope: being She-Ra is an honor!

Oh look it's one of the major themes of the show! Being The Chosen One sucks, actually!!

GEE, REALLY??? you think maybe people like getting to fuckin' cHOOSE

Adora: man I am tired of people not telling me shit!! Fuck this I'm gonna see what I can actually figure out on my own

She wants to know why Mara stranded Etheria. Remember that constellation being over part of the Crimson Waste that was in the whole "Mara portal Serenia" message bullshit? That's where she's going

Glimmer and Bow: road trip! road trip!

i'd be pissing myself in fear ngl

Hordak: this bitch is a failure!!! Catra: no u

everyone's reaction to that is priceless omg

LOL SHE'S RIGHT THO does Hordak want to spend his day looking at files listing how many bits of armor they need

I was gonna make an Entrapta joke but the next line is "and that's why you can't defeat a group of teenagers" and damn she's got a POINT

BAAAHAHAHAH

"My girlfriend doesn't want to do stacks of paperwork and shit either, it turns out; anyway you're going to get us some old spare parts First Ones' tech from the Pick-n-Pull Crimson Waste"

(I just realized people might not know what a Pick-n-Pull is--it's like a junkyard of cars where you can go and just take parts off of things for cheap. You have to find and take the parts off yourself.)

Catra: dude nothing lives in the Crimson Waste??? Hordak: heh heh I know :)

AAAND END OF EPISODE

Sadly I have the energy for another one but my headphones are killing me and I can't do it in the bedroom without headphones because Daci is trying to sleep. Which is a shame because the next episode is Huntara!!

ALSO y'know that timeline I linked way earlier in the post? parts of it are kinda iffy but I'm lol'ing because good lord as bananas as the lore can sometimes be, I'm still thinking that one for Steven Universe would be even wilder (and we know Rebecca Sugar actually had one, written out on paper, with a ton of color-coding). But also this summary of Adora's first convo with Light Hope is WILD because IT'S NOT WRONG (hardcore spoilers ahoy? but also if that's an issue you shouldn't be reading these posts lol):

Adora encounters Light Hope and is given the quest to "balance the planet". Light Hope attempts to isolate Adora from her friends my saying that balancing the planet requires her to let go of her attachments to her friends. This bears remarkable similarity to cult-psychology isolation tactics. It is especially worrying once you know that Light Hope is a Paperclip Maximizer and "Balance the Planet" is a euphemism for "rebuild and rearm the Weapon of Universal Genocide".

And if you've never heard of "paperclip maximizers" the wikipedia page about them is awesome but also I once wrote a post about the gems from Steven Universe also being paperclip maximizers. Here's a quote from the wikipedia page:

Suppose we have an AI whose only goal is to make as many paper clips as possible. The AI will realize quickly that it would be much better if there were no humans because humans might decide to switch it off. Because if humans do so, there would be fewer paper clips. Also, human bodies contain a lot of atoms that could be made into paper clips. The future that the AI would be trying to gear towards would be one in which there were a lot of paper clips but no humans. (Nick Bostrom, “Ethical Issues in Advanced Artificial Intelligence”, 2003)

[lottie1824]

I was tagged by @ravenrage27

What colour are your eyes?

I have green eyes 💚

Tell me about your pet. Or dream pet.

So I don't have any pets and have never had any. But I would either like a dog, a cat or a parrot

Share some interesting fact about yourself.

Well I suppose the most interesting one about me is that I won a gold medal in my karate club competition. I did a pairs kata for anyone interested

What was the first fandom you were part of?

It was one direction a couple of years ago despite the fact i didnt really listen to them (not in that one anymore)

Do you have any phobias?

Not really but I hate spiders

Are you a picky eater? If so, what food can't you stand?

I wouldn't say I am but I cannot stand mushrooms. The smell of them can make me gag.

Do you eat the burger and fries at the same time? Or one after another?

It depends but the last couple of times over had burgers and fries (which have been at McDonald's) I have eaten the burger first followed by the fries. I'm also gonna add that cheese on my burger until I die.

Winter or summer?

Erm, both of them come with their own issues for me. Winter is cold and when it ices over it becomes slippy. Me and a slippy surface doesn't really end well. Then in summer it is sunny and my pale complexion coupled with my reddish hair doesn't like that and I hate putting suncream on, so I'm not too fond of summer. In conclusion I'll say summer, only because the sun usually isn't that much of an issue in the uk 😆

What fanfiction tropes are your favourite?

I love a good secret relationship fic where other drivers end up finding out about the relationship. Or a fluffy established relationship fic.

Are you studying or working? What did you study, what is your job?

Currently studying psychology, sociology and biology so take from that what you will. And I don't have a job, never have.

What is the last country you visited?

Mallorca, Spain

What country would you want to move to after retiring?

I dunno, it's a while off yet.

Who was your first crush?

It is and isn't a tough one. I would say it was a lad named Campbell when I was in year nine, but it could be someone before that or I might never have had a crush. I don't really know what it's like to have a crush cause I don't have them very often (not a proper one anyway)

How did you get into F1 fandom?

I just did. I was in one direction fandom as I stated earlier and then, out of curiosity searched up f1 stuff and have been in the fandom ever since. Then I have gotten deeper and deeper into the fandom since then.

Tagging: @481boxboxbaby @princesspiastri

Feel free to ignore

Pls tell me I've done this right. It's my first time doing it

[ooglywooglies]

i have to make a separate post because the tags were getting too long

but yes all my vampire characters are thin, i even struggle to justify to myself xanthes huge bazoongas because in the lore nyesaya cant justify having a lot of fat on their body because of how infrequently they eat. i had to do a bunch of lizard and deer blood math to come up with a somewhat reasonable metabolism to keep them from having to kill too often.

there are not many vampires running around in universe because theyre fairly weak and its 100% legal to kill them basically at any time for any reason by exploiting a revenge law that exists in order to justify another law that allows vampires to kill and eat 1 human every month or so (im stuck between 1 and 3 months because 3 is really stretching that metabolism problem thin but 1 still feels way too frequent for what a law would allow) they can only do it past 10 pm and when they kill someone they have to report it so it can go on a publicly available list so their loved ones can know who did it. you dont have to verify a relationship to a person on this list to kill a vampire, you just have to be able to name someone on the list when you do, probably, i havent really thought of a consequence for not doing that, there probably arent even any consequences.

(wow alex do you have much of a bias here - LOOK IM TRYING TO MAKE IT BALANCED, OF COURSE HUMANS WOULD SYSTEMICALLY OPPRESS VAMPIRES - i always get nervous people are gonna be like hey this feels similar to real life oppression are you trying to say vampires in your universe are analogous to human minorities in real life? and i mean, i get why youd say that, real life human minorities are oppressed because the majority thinks of them as a threat, vampires are oppressed because THEY ARE a threat. i dont think that means im SAYING human minorities are a threat. i just kind of wanted to draw the logical conclusion of what would happen if a sentient creature like this lived in a world like ours. human minorities still exist in my universe and are still oppressed, theyre probably even compared to vampires IN UNIVERSE. and its like, yeah i have sympathy for the vampires a few of them are main characters, i talk about their oppression more than the real life human minority group characters because idk, im a real life human minority myself and i sort of find my own oppression tiresome and uninteresting at this point. at least in the context of my fantasy story. maybe its comforting to me to explore this through the lens of a fictional alien species, my point is please dont take this in bad faith please i promise i think about the implications and i promise thats not where im going with this im just autistic about biology and politics and magical realism.)

anyway in order to not HAVE to eat super often ive been working on developing ways to slow down their metabolism. its not completely perfect and ive had to throw in some "fine whatever its magic" to cover the cracks but i initially based their metabolism on komodo dragons since theyre a similar size. thats where the lizard and deer blood math comes in, deer i think have a similar amount of blood to humans it was like 10 pints or something. this was so long ago ive lost all my sources, and so if a komodo dragon is good off of like an entire deer for like a month, thats where i got that estimate from. so they have some reptile-like traits like, they dont regulate their own body heat, for the most part. they sleep a LOT like 20 hours a day most of the time, they get tired really really easily, and they brumate in the winter

im not sure if brumate is the right word, thats the reptile word for hibernate but theyre not reptiles, theyre not mammals either

they were sort of just sprung into existence by a human hating food chain based goddess so you cant really classify them taxonomically. its one of those situations that sort of frustrates me because yeah magic does exist in this universe and you cant explain everything in a grounded way

sidebar the magic is very magic and not logic but one thing i like about it is its basically an invisible gas (its also a form of life but thats not really important) so the way its "wielded" is you can basically just form a connection between yourself and anyone else via the invisible magic gas thats constantly touching everyone. telepathy is something that happens a lot in universe especially with vampires because its how they conduct their religion and its like certain beings can just beam sounds and images directly into your brain, especially while you sleep via the connection of these magic particles

preddy cool

[creune]

Still kicking

And will continue to do so, worry not

Although these messes of rambles are not easy to read grammatically so, sorry about that

It's more emotion that anything else

It just feels cathartic to post them

Hey, maybe someone will see them and find something they can take away from it

Like, small emotional lessions on what's what or just the feeling they aren't alone dealing with certain situations

Or maybe they come to the conclusion that it was a waste of time and eat a sandwich instead

Who knows?

I don't

Anyway, I have been facing a lot of internal stuff lately

One of them being some friends I have or had, I'm not sure anymore

I pulled away from them

I blamed my college classes for never having time to talk in the discord server we had

Still, told them my DMs are always open

And months passed without a single one

Which stings as before I sent a message to each one, in dms, every day

I sent them messages on birthdays, at least to those who had them since, they responded, had a small chat with each and back to radio silence

I have also gained to my tally

Guess how many remembered?

We were friends for a couple years, mind you

I can live with that

I have emotionally just, disctanced myself from them

Didn't leave the server, probably won't for a while

Can't be bothered

Also at least I have an easy way to check up on them once or twice a month

I never talk tho

I just, can't bring myself to it

I don't want to deal with all that emotional bullshit and talking people down and call me selfish but I am just tired of that

I'm tired of never having the option to feel my own emotions, to talk about what's bothering me, not even on bad days just to listen to one of them rant and bash and pushing me to the edge on purpose (admitted by one clear as day ib a message lost under a flurry of others, buried under issues and vents and judgement

I can't hate them, or feel even any negative about them tho

I mean, they were kids with serious issues

And I was another kid trying to help them

But one day I just

Snapped

It has been building and building for so long, as I held onto the happy memories, before stuff and things began to happen, before I had to question "is everyone else truly the problem or am I just so blinded?"

But at one point, I just had enough

I fully disconnected myself

I talked only once since then, and cut that short as well

One person did message me, but it was more about them wanting to rent than an actual conversation

It always was

But then again, what can you do?

I got tired of being angry, of being bitter, of dancing near the edges of breaking down but having to push through "just one more day", keep it together for "one more day", thex need you right now so keep it in for "one more day"

Biggest lie I told myself

It was the foolish belief that maybe the next will be my turn to finally let stuff out

Didn't know any better

Still don't

Probably never will

Taking up space was never something I could do without guilt

I just wish I ran at the first signs of trouble

But I was too naive

Believing that "hey, stuff happens, but everything will be okay", repeating the same mantra of "just be patient, you'll find your out, there's light" until it became something hollow

Something I could no longer believe

Something that kept me going to

All losing its meaning after so many repeating

Day after day after day, it became more and more empty until I no longer said it because I believed, but because I had to

I had to and I did

And people were willing to wait "just a little longer" to see if I was right

It worked, and that's what it needed to do

And as long as they were willing to try, that was enough for me

But there comes a point where you have to realize

That while others were willing to try, that even if they were hopeless, they were willing to humor you, because really, they felt they had nothing to loose, that after many late nights, a couple of severe cases of barely any sleep

You yourself don't have anyone to pull you back

You lost yourself trying to anchor others so bad, there's nothing left to keep yourself steady

So I became angry, and bitter

I was still joking around but I seethed on the inside

Because the "one more day" never came

It was more of the same, the same conversations, the same issues you cannot help, the same things of complaining but never acting yet waiting for a miracle

Waiting for the light to dig itself through a cavern

And I just couldn't get them to start digging up

It seems so simple, isn't it

"if you get angry by xyz, don't engage"

"starvation is bad for you, so is sleep deprivation"

"get off twitter if you think it's a cesspool"

Not doing anything yet expecting results, for other people to do the work for them

It gets grating after a while

And yet I tried

And the more I tried, the more I got burried myself

At some point I had to realize that I need to dig or I will be burried alive

That's how it felt

Being burried under so many people's issues and traumas and bad habits

I don't wanna knock on anyone who is struggling with trauma, mental issues, abuse

I know it's not an easy journey

I'm just hoping most of you realize that every journey starts by taking a single step, then another

And not by sitting and watching the end of a road, waiting for it to get closer

It will only slip farther

And again

I don't hate these people

They were my friends for a good while

But, I just couldn't keep going the way I was

I was too weak to walk with other people's bags, catching them when they fell, when whenever I slipped, no one would catch me, or help me up

Sometimes when people tell you that your efforts are worthless in their eyes because it's not enough proof you care, it kills you inside

Sometimes when you have to crisis manage at night while everyone is panicking, knowing full well you can't expect anyone to help, not because they can't, but because, after having been through the exact same song and dance so many times before, they still can't make a difference between a small issue or a real threat, you just learn to keep your own emotions to yourself, to read off of a script of "it's gonna be fine"

When the issues you do share are publicly turned against you, even if shared in private, or they are brought up to show that humans are inherently cruel, you start to believe it, that you don't deserve help or attention

Sometimes you just, want a shoulder to cry on ober losing family or over the fears of uncertainty and when they get brushed under the rug, you start feeling truly alone

I called them friends, because they were

But I can't even get myself to talk in that server, because of the fear, the anger, the resentment I still feel

The feeling if being used

I know I should have left earlier, before I got fed illusions, but I was blind to it until I couldn't take it anymore

There's nothing for me there anymore

And call me selfish, as I am, but I would like to live a happy life

A life where I can genuinely smile, be happy, play games or read or be away from my phone without guilt

I want to live my life free, I want to live my life happy

And call me selfish, but I don't care anymore

I can't bring myself to care

They sure as hell never did for me

So why would I bother for those who would let me sink?

I finally know who my true friends are, the people who truly care for me, who love me

Two were by my side all along, supporting me, listening, working together, all of us, so none of us would get left behind

One has entered my life and shook it up to hold me by my hand and show me what love is, showed me how to smile again, to have hope again

I just needed to let this out

So I can truly, genuinely believe it when I say

"It's going to be okay"

[aulistings]

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[lemon-muncher]

Ok, imagine your Kiribaku x reader but its denki and deku and todoroki 🫦. Its still Aly i just dont feel like getting my computer 😂.

Hi Aly 👋 You're feeding into my fantasies and I love it

Saw the notification and I swear my eyes rolled to the back of my head ;>

Anyway enjoy this

Izuku Midoriya

-The sweetest service sub. In your relationship it took awhile for him to open up sexually to you but when he did he devoted his whole existence to pleasing you

-Like anal play but he gets super sensitive really quickly....luckily he's a slut for overstimulation😉

-Likes positions that allow you to hold him close. It makes him feel so loved, like his efforts in pleasing you aren't for nothing

-Is he a good boy? Most days. Are there days when he's bratty? Abso-fucking-lutly!!! When Izuku his having a bratty day, he goes all out. He wears tight and revealing clothes, flirts with others right infront of you...God he just wants to be pounded into

-On his bratty days he preferred to be fucked rather than making love with you. Be rough, be dirty, treat him like he's your own personal whore. He won't mind.

-Wants to try more extreme bdsm with you. He's scared to ask because he knows you care but come on...he breaks his bones like it's nothing. Yeah he wants more than chains and whips. Pretty much open to anything except choking. After the Shigaraki event during his first year at UA, he panics at the feeling

Shoto Todoroki

-He's new to having sexual relationships. He doesn't know what to do, and hasn't had the time to even think of it. In conclusion, he's pent up, like seriously pent up

-He got into a relationship from Izuku who wanted to try something new. You of course were open to it, using it as punishment for Izuku's bratty attitude.

-Doesn't have a preference for position. As long as he gets fucked dumb, he's ok with anything.

-When you fuck him, he does like when he can feel you against him. If he's on his stomach, he likes feeling the weight of your body against him. If you have him ride you, cuddle and caress him. Human contact is his love language

-Another one who gets sensitive but not in the way you think. Somedays you'll have him fuck Izuku, instructing his every move. Knowing you have full control over him as he slowly fucks his best friend, he can't help but edge himself. Crys everytime...he's so pretty

-He's a good boy but after seeing Izuku get punishments from you, he wants to try it. Has definitely tried to ask you about impact play and overstimulation. Can't find the right words to tell you though. Probably will write it down on a note card and slip it in your bag during class.

Denki Kaminari

-He's just a slut... what more can I say? Literally the kinkiest person to exist in the hero world. So of course he'd be down to be pegged/fucked

-Hes a switch leaning sub as to where Izuku and Shoto are natural subs through and through. With him being a switch it leads to more options when having sex with him and with others.

-Fuck him like you hate him. Make him scream into the pillows. He expects nothing less than to have his eyes roll to the back of his head, drool dripping from his mouth and his body shaking from overstimulation

-Likes positions that allow you to have control over him. So doggy style is a common reassurance for him

-Bend him over the edge of a bed or desk and eat him out. This'll get him sobbing in minutes. If you allow him to touch his cock while doing so, he'll overstimulate himself

-Can you tell he's a hoe for overstimulation? Oh yeah. Doesn't hate edging but doesn't prefer it. Only likes it when you edge him for hours and then go straight to overstiming him.

-When he wants to do the fucking, he's a fan of using his quirk. Definitely coupled with Izuku's kinky ass. Denki will zap Izuku all over while fucking him to your command. Doesn't do the fucking often but when he does, he goes all out. When he wants to suck you off, you'll zap you in his mouth....kinky bastard

I did do this right before I went to bed and got excited about it. If you want a full post with the three of them together let me know

[missjellyhead]

I love your writing and I saw your requests were open, this is perhaps very specific and maybe dumb lmao so if you think it's dumb you don't have to answer it.

What are your headcanons on how the sinclair brothers, Thomas, and Brahams would react to a s/o that barely eats? In my head, a couple of them wouldn't realistically know what an eating disorder is, or maybe wouldn't even notice, but what's your take on it?

HEADCANON | slashers with a gn!s/o who barely eats

includes brahms heelshire, thomas hewitt, bo sinclair, vincent sinclair and lester sinclair.

note: I am back! I've been away for a while for personal reasons and I have so many requests, so sorry for the delay. I don't know much about eating disorders either, but I did some research before writing. Sorry if I messed up somewhere!

Warnings: eating disorder.

BRAHMS HEELSHIRE

Brahms has probably read about eating disorders, but it wasn't something he made much of.

And he still doesn't give much importance even when he realizes that you don't usually eat.

The possibility of you having some disorder didn't even cross your mind.

I think he would be so interested in other things that he wouldn't even talk about it.

But if you get to mention to him that you have an eating disorder, you can be sure he'll worry.

Why does this mean that your s/o's health is impaired, right? And tragedy can happen, right?!

And if you die or get hospitalized or whatever, this man doesn't want to be alone!

Brahms creates a lot of paranoia.

Brahms takes care of his things and keeps them in order.

And you are his!

He will try to help you minimally, but expects you to help yourself too.

THOMAS HEWITT

Thomas doesn't know what an eating disorder is.

But anyway, he's super worried about you not eating.

He wants to see you strong and healthy!

He will ask Luda May to make her favorite dishes (or at least try, as she may not have the necessary ingredients) in the hopes that this will encourage you to eat.

If that doesn't work he will be just as sad and more worried than before.

I truly believe that this man will give you food in your mouth.

Seriously, he just does it because he's already desperate enough to do well.

The subject of "eating disorder" will come to him randomly, when he hears two victims talking about it.

And then he realizes that might be what you have.

Thomas won't talk about his suspicions to you, but he will watch you closely in order to diagnose you.

(Obviously there's no doctor in that place to tell you what's really going on with you, so it's up to Thomas to draw his own conclusions.)

If you really have an eating disorder, he will hug you affectionately, trying to convey some security.

He wants to help you. Everything will be fine, don't worry!

Other family members will likely find out, and some of them won't be very kind about it.

Hoyt will say it's fresh and you have to stop being an idiot.

Luda May will scold Hoyt. She will be one of the Hewitt members who will support you and try to help you.

Monty doesn't care, but he looks at you weird.

Thomas will make sure these things don't affect you.

Lots of angry looks for Monty and Hoyt and lots of kisses for you.

BO SINCLAIR

Bo Sinclair knows what an eating disorder is, but doesn't know much about it.

And he didn't care that you didn't eat.

Because he never imagined that your case would be an eating disorder, only that you had little appetite.

So why bother?

In addition, he would only notice your lack of appetite when you started to lose weight.

But it still didn't feel like something that needed attention.

It will only intervene if the situation worsens.

Wants to force you to eat.

It probably won't work and he'll be frustrated.

It will put you up against the wall and ask what the hell is wrong with you.

He is shaken and distressed.

He's afraid you might pass out or something.

Bo doesn't know how to show his feelings, though.

Over time it will soften.

On days when his appetite is less he pats his head and says "go eat".

He hopes it will work, although he knows it's not enough.

Bo is still thinking of ways to help you.

VINCENT SINCLAIR

Vincent spends a lot of time focused on his art, trapped in that basement.

He didn't realize you weren't eating well.

Bo who warned him (in a very rude way).

Then he started to notice how you had no appetite.

Will worry instantly.

But Vincent has no idea how to help you.

Vincent will ask Bo for suggestions.

Bo will say "It's not my problem".

Poor Vincent.

He's not sure what an eating disorder is, but he'll think about it.

He knows it's a sensitive subject, so he has no idea how to talk about it with you.

Try to be as pleasant as possible when he asks you if you suffer from an eating disorder.

If you admit it, he'll hug you and pat you affectionately on the back.

Vincent doesn't speak, but tries to look like he cares.

If you deny that he has a disorder, he will be suspicious and not believe it, but he wants to make it clear that he supports you even if you don't confess.

He hugs you too.

It will watch you more closely, watching how much you eat.

Try to find tasty foods to influence you to eat.

Even if they are not healthy.

He just wants you to eat and be well.

LESTER SINCLAIR

So sad.

What's wrong? Please talk to him!

Similar to Bo, Lester will only notice your lack of appetite once you start losing weight.

But unlike his older brother, Lester wants to understand what's going on right away, because he's extremely worried about you.

He himself goes many hours without eating because of work.

He drives along the roads picking up hit-and-runs and forgets to eat.

Did the same happen to you? Were you so busy you forgot to eat?

Difficult, considering you have nothing to occupy yourself in the cabin in the woods you two live in.

Maybe boredom took away your appetite? Was that possible?

Well, he didn't know what was going on and how to make you eat.

Lester is going to make some trips into town and buy you some delicious food.

(It doesn't cook well, so it's the only option.)

He'll offer you any edible wild plants he finds around as well.

They're not very appetizing, but he expects you to eat them.

sorry for any spelling mistakes, english is not my first language

[sabinemorans]

Fic request: nervous/needy/simp/sub Edward with a teasing reader? Breeding kink perhaps? -🧠

It took awhile but I hope you're still around!

Solve the Riddle, Win a Prize

Edward Nashton x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3k

NSFW Warnings 18+ ONLY: Breeding kink (with intent to impregnate), dirty talk, pussy eating, subby Eddie, orgasm denial, creampie 

You gazed lovingly at Eddie as he worked on one of his little gifts for Batman. He was so cute when he was concentrating, mumbling to himself and sometimes he’d let out a giggle and would turn to you and express how excited he was for this newest thing. You loved him so much and as you were looking at him something kinda hit you out of nowhere.

You wanted to have his baby. 

It was something you’d thought about your whole life and as you grew and explored life you wondered if it was just because you had been raised as a girl and felt compelled to think that way. But not too long before you met Eddie you’d come to the conclusion that you did actually want kids, and you hoped someday to have them. Struck by your sudden realization you grinned and kinda chuckled to yourself as you thought about it. 

“What’s up?” 

Eddie had heard you and was now looking at you curiously, glue in one hand and the other pushing his glasses back up his nose. You stammered a little, feeling embarrassed to have been daydreaming like that. 

“Oh! U-uh nothing, just thinking.” 

Eddie turned in his swivel chair to face you with an eyebrow raised. “About what?” 

“Just…about a fanfiction I read,” you lie, shrugging and looking down. This was fair though, since you were an avid fanfiction reader. As often as Eddie stayed up to make and solve puzzles, you were on your phone reading filthy Daredevil x Punisher or Spider-Man x Moon Knight fanfiction that sometimes got you so riled up you went to find Eddie. Your face was a bit pink and after a second you did think of a scene from one of your stories and you grinned again. 

Eddie hummed, not fully believing you but knowing the look on your face when you thought about your stories and letting it go for now. He turns back to his work table. “Oh yeah? You wanna tell me about it?” 

You giggled and sipped your hot chocolate, eyeing Eddie’s back and imagining him in the position of Moon Knight from the last fic you’d read. “Mmmm…maybe later. We’d need some equipment to make it happen anyway.”

Eddie looked at you from over the tops of his glasses and you giggled again. You two went about your night as usual but as you were cuddling later on, the gears in your mind were turning and a plan was forming. Tomorrow you’d head to the craft and stationary store Eddie loved so much. Start making some cards of your own…

***

It took some time-about two months to be more precise-but you did it. The day before Eddie took a two week paid vacation from his accounting job (which he kept mostly just for alibis and appearances now that your joint uh, streaming efforts were doing very well), you hid your little surprises all around the apartment right after he left and then started on editing some videos. 

When Eddie got home that evening you greeted him with a kiss as always but deepened it instead of keeping it quick. You slid your arms around his neck and hummed as you pressed yourself closer to him. Time to put the plan in motion.

Eddie squeaked a little in happiness and surprise and hugged you tightly, tipping his head to kiss you back. 

“What was that for?” He asked with a little giggle when the two of you finally broke apart. 

Feeling warm already from his kiss you bite your lip, and run your hands up and down his chest softly. “Oh you know, I’m just excited for you to be home with me for two weeks. We’re gonna have so much fun! I even made up a little game, if you wanna play that is.” 

He’d grinned when you said you were excited, starting to flush as he always did when you said affectionate things like that. At the mention of a game his eyebrows went up and his eyes were suddenly sparkling. Good, just like you wanted. 

“A game? Well, if it’s with you, My Only, of course I wanna play a game,” Eddie crooned, making your insides shiver with want. His big hands with their deft fingers slid further down your body to grab your behind and squeeze it in just the right way to make you gasp and whimper, which you did because he knew you too well dammit. You saw the heat behind his clear glasses but it wasn’t time for that yet. The game came first, and then he would. 

Mustering your strength, you pulled back a little and gestured around the small apartment. “Good! Because I’ve hidden some clues around the apartment that will give you a hint as to what’s waiting for you if you win.” 

“If? You don’t think I will?” Eddie loved a challenge, and as he stripped off his hoodie and hung it up you could see his eyes darting around to look for where the clues could be hidden. 

“No I think you will,” you admitted, biting your lip. “You’re much better at this stuff than I am but I thought it would be cute to try it this way.” 

“Try…?” 

You giggled. “Each card I made especially for you contains a clue about something about me and you. They are all also questions seeking an answer. There is no right or wrong answer, I just need one. But! One specific answer will make me very happy, and give you something you don’t often get. However, with the other answer, you’ll still be pleased. The first clue is found in a place we’ve been the only ones in, but thousands of others have seen.”

You grinned, hoping this was enough to continue to intrigue him and yet just below enough that he can’t figure it out immediately. He blinks at you, the wheels in his head turning and you making shooing motions. 

“Go on! Go look!” 

He takes a moment to think-then dashes to the bedroom! Very good, as the bedroom was a place your thousands of subscribers had only seen but a place the two of you had been together. As you plopped on the couch to watch the show you heard a little happy noise from the bedroom telling you he’d found the first card. 

Eddie came out of the bedroom looking both delighted and touched. “My Only this card! Oh it looks so good, you did such a good job I’m so proud of you. It’s so sweet you did it like this.” 

“Thank you,” you laughed, “but concentrate on the riddles! They aren’t perfect but I worked hard on them.“ 

“Right right!” He shook his brown hair, which was getting rather long and read the card. It only took a few seconds before he was striding across the room to the next, and about another minute before he was headed off again. He was growing more and more excited as it went on, even giving you a deep kiss when he came to grab the card from under your couch cushion. With half a dozen cards in his hands now he stood in front of you as he worked on the puzzle as a whole. Every card had a clue about what you wanted to ask, and a clue to the next clue. Each location a card was in was significant as well. 

You chewed your lip nervously as Eddie worked it out, muttering and then moving on to short sentences while he paces in front of you. After what seemed like forever he stopped cold. Eddie looked at you. You smiled sheepishly. Dropping the cards onto the nearest flat surface Eddie slowly kneeled in front of you and slid his hands under the hem of your shirt-well, his shirt-to expose your belly. You were in nothing but panties and the shirt, words written on your belly that made Eddie’s eyes widen to dinner plate size. 

“You…you mean it?” He asks softly, staring at your belly. 

You nodded, feeling shy and put your hands over his. “This is my way of asking if…if you want to. If not and you just wanna pretend I think that’s ok I just-”

He cut you off by kissing you deeply. You squeaked in surprise, then threw your arms around him and hugged him even closer. It was only over when you were breathless and giggling; Eddie taking off his glasses to set them aside. 

“Do you mean it?” You asked, wanting complete and total transparency. “It might…it could mess up your plans I know but…” 

Eddie looked at you and you could almost see the gears in his head turning. You had accepted who he was a long time ago, accepted his plan and now you both had so much money it could take the two of you out of Gotham if that was the chosen path. Eddie wanted to carry his plan out…he did and you knew it. But he hadn’t expected to find you and fall in love, you knew that too. 

It was nerve wracking to watch him think and have his thumbs idly massaging your hips. Finally, he said, “What if…we try but not really try? If it happens…we’ll deal with it then. Gives us time to think. We can try on and off…don’t plan. Just do.” 

He stroked your belly lovingly and smiled. “How’s that sound?” 

After a brief thought you nodded. “I think that’s the best way to go about it, no pressure. I wasn’t really ready to try right away anyway. But…” 

Leaning down a bit you kiss him, making it slow so he could really feel every bit of your lips colliding. Your hands slide onto his chest and begin to unbutton his shirt as you open your legs wider for him. When he’s left in just his t-shirt you slide his off your body, reveling in how his eyes become dark at the sight of your naked chest.

“I’ve always had a breeding kink,” you finish, bringing his hands to cup your empty stomach properly. “I’ve been holding back a bit when you fuck me.” 

“Oh…yeah?” Eddie’s voice had gotten deeper, more like his Riddler voice but not exactly. You smiled, knowing he was already getting very worked up. 

“Yeah. You want me to tell you?” He nods, recognizing your position at the moment and when you stand to slide your panties off your hips he doesn’t touch you. You have him take off his shoes and socks, which leaves him in his undershirt, boxers and jeans which is just how you wanted him. You wanted the juxtaposition of being naked while he was clothed. 

“Ask me nicely,” you prompted, carding your fingers through his hair and playing with the strands at the back of his neck. Eddie swallows hard before he asks politely if you would please tell him. 

“Good boy.” You sit back down, open your legs and draw his face close to your pussy, giving him permission to touch and please you. As he starts to rub your thighs and his nose starts to bury into your hair you start. “When you fuck me hard, I hold back the urge to beg for your baby. Like when the Riddler fucks me…has me in a mating press I just want to whine to get knocked up.”

Eddie let out a low moan at this and his long fingers slide along your legs; first going up to squeeze your hips then down to your knees where he grips from behind and tanks you closer to the edge of the couch. You gasp softly, feeling yourself getting damp already and open your legs wider for him. He uses his thumbs and spreads your lips to admire you before beginning to kick in long, slow strokes. 

“Fuck…you like that huh?” Fingers buried in his hair again you continue. “Legs around you tight…clutching at your jacket…I wanna say ‘that’s it baby, fuck a baby into me. Knock me up…I love you so much I wanna get b-big for you’” 

You stuttered when Eddie suddenly started letting his tongue inside you. He managed to keep the strokes slow and his pattern for when he was going to thrust his tongue inside was unpredictable, which only made you wetter.

“Or…or I wanna say things like, ‘fuck me like you wanna get me pregnant, like you’re trying to do it. Cum d-deep inside me, make me a m-m-mommy-fuck-Eddie!” He’d sped up and now was properly eating your pussy. He was holding your legs open obscenely, your legs up in the air now. You were reduced to gasps and whines with your fingers tugging on his hair. Your pussy had a deep, aching need for him but you weren’t ready just yet to give up all this pleasure. 

“God that’s so-that’s so good! Fuck, such a good pussy eater…are-are you gonna eat my pussy like this when I’m pregnant? Huh? G-gonna eat it still, maybe I’ll taste even better. Ssssweeter. Sssshit!” Your head lolls back when his fingers take over inside you so Eddie can breathe. All warmed from his mouth you take two with no problem, moaning as they hit those perfect deep spots. 

“Fuck,” Eddie swears, bringing your gaze (though a bit hazy) back to him after a moment. His eyes were wide with lust and your slick was all over his mouth. “If I had known…shit, I would’ve done it for sure-or tried. I’m so fucking hard just thinking about it.” 

His fingers speed up a little and you moan louder, beginning to pant now. “I love you. So much. More than I thought I was capable of and you see you like that…to make you like that…I want it so bad now.” 

You managed to grin at the neediness on Eddie’s face. He looked ready to bow to your every whim and your dominant streak surged up again. You cooed at him, stroking his face and then grabbed his wrist to keep him from moving his hand anymore. He looked so confused and started to stutter out an apology. 

“Did-did I do something wrong I-I-”

“Shhh shhh no baby, I just don’t wanna cum yet. I wanna make this first attempt last…and you look so sweet, so willing to serve. I bet you’d do anything to fuck me right now wouldn’t you? Hm?” Gently, you extracted Eddie’s fingers from inside you. He was distracted by this for a moment, but then remembered you’d asked a question. He nods. 

You raised the glistening digits to your lips, licking at the pads of his fingers teasingly. “Good…you’re going to be very good for me today Eddie. That’s how you’ll get a chance to fuck me. Now tell me…would you do anything for me?” 

His fingers, wet with your arousal are sucked into your mouth as soon as he starts to answer and the noise he makes…god you played it over and over again after this, reliving this day. 

Eddie stutters, a moan overtaking him. “Y-yes…anything.” 

You swallowed around his fingers and then let them slip from your mouth with a smirk. “Good. And you’d do anything to give me what I want?” 

“Yes,” he said breathlessly, leaning up to be closer to you. “Anything you wanted. I’d find a way to get to you.” 

“Awww, my sweet boy…that’s the right answer. To get me what I want, you’re gonna keep it in your pants until the veeeeerry last second you can, until I give you permission. Got that?” You watched with satisfaction as he nodded eagerly, and you patted his cheek in praise. “Good.” 

***

“I need-I need to-I can’t please, please, please let me!” 

Eddie was utterly fucking desperate. His face was flushed, a bit sweaty and practically dripping with your cum. You’d taken him to the bedroom after making him promise to be good and made him fuck you with his tongue and fingers the way he wanted to with his cock. You’d cum several times at this point and were just about ready to let Eddie cum inside you. 

Sitting up you grabbed Eddie’s face and brought him close so you could ravage him with your tongue, fucking his mouth and licking his lips clean for him. You looked into his eyes and gave him an order. “Now Eddie, do it. Fuck me, put a baby in me.” 

“Oh…yes ma’am…” Eddie kisses you deeply, pushing his bottoms down and thrusting inside with a moan of relief. “Fuck-so good. I’m gonna, I’m gonna give you what you want, My Only.” 

He kisses you again and pumps into you, but only a few times. You smiled into Eddie’s shoulder as he cums, calling your name. Wrapping your legs around him, you give him a full body hug and kiss his cheek.

“Good job Eddie,” you say, giving his ear a little bite and pulling in his hair so you can look at him. He smiles, looking embarrassed. 

“I didn’t last very long…,” he mumbles, slowly pulling out of you slowly. “I usually…” 

“Shhhh that’s ok, I expected that silly! I wanted you to earn it, and you did. Our first time trying.” You put your hand on your belly and he sets his on top of yours. 

Eddie admires your hands together, then looks at his cum spilling from you. “Yeah…,” he smirks, suddenly winking at you. “I’m excited to keep trying. Maybe next time I’ll have you begging.”

Your pussy clenched just thinking about it, and as Eddie got up to get you both some much needed water you started thinking about something that had you grinning like an idiot. 

The followers were going to freak out. 

Maybe, once you were pregnant you would reveal it on a live, wouldn’t that be something?

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[behanami]

bexsua​:

sua’s smile twitches a bit at the silence that follows her question, staring at the girl for a moment as she considers her options. she could just say fuck it and sit anyway, or say fuck it and just find a different seat. thankfully, she doesn’t have to think over her choices for too much longer, the girl’s words rushing out of her all at once. 

nodding slowly at the other, her smile softens a bit more as she gives a little hum in response. shy, maybe. timid at best. okay, sua can work with that. “thanks.” she hums, moving to set her bag on the chair first. she unwraps the treat as she goes to sit down, letting out a pleased little sigh once sua’s finally sitting. her first bite is paired with a quick scan of the area– a peek at the stage, at the group doing a random dance a few paces away. 

her second bite is paired with her eyes sliding over, peeking at her seatmate through her peripheral. she can only see so much from the corner of her eye– so she waits until she’s finished chewing, swallowing. “escaping the chaos too?” sua asks conversationally, thumbing at her mouth for any crumbs. “don’t blame you for it.” she mumbles the last bit.  she glances over afterwards, trails her eyes over the woman in a scan. pretty, pops in her head over a quick glance at her features. if they weren’t trapped in a convention centered around idols and the like, sua might be convinced the other is one. humming, she crosses one leg over another, kicking one of her booted feet around as she props an elbow on her leg. “people watching at a kpop convention is also a way to kill time, i guess.” a wry twist to her mouth; it’s how she’s spent a lot of time here over the weekend.

sua is really cool in person too. it doesn’t take long for hana to come to this conclusion. then again, she doesn’t know if she’s ever met a girl that she doesn’t think is cool. girls are just amazing...but sua seems so sure of herself even in the way she eats, not that hana is staring at her that much. maybe a little. 

she still isn’t really sure what to do. it’s weird to know who she is and just pretend she doesn’t, isn’t it? well, that’s assuming they’ll ever run into each other again after this, which is unlikely, so she can probably get away with just pretending she had no idea who she was up until several seconds ago. 

she’s still considering her options when sua speaks up again, making conversation, and shit, now it’ll be even weirder to bring up that she recognizes her, right? did she miss her window? 

she’ll try not to worry about it too much. she’ll just talk to her. she nods. just a little. “i guess you could say that,” she laughs quietly. she doesn’t know if she wants to admit that she’s just waiting for her friends to find her like some kicked puppy incapable of doing things on its own.

when sua looks over at her, she feels her face heat up, and it’s not just because sua is super pretty in person (she is!) but more because of how she’s looking at hana. it’s like she’s sizing her up...or checking her out? no, surely not the last one. hana just averts her gaze and stares out into the crowd, continuing her people watching, as sua says.

“it’s interesting,” she agrees. she mainly just watches everyone laughing and having fun and wistfully dreams of being bold enough to join them. she participated in the random play dance earlier for a while, in the back, with one of her friends, but she can’t imagine doing it by herself, no matter how much she’d like to. it’s strange, that she has trouble dancing in a crowd of amateurs, but she isn’t too nervous when she’s doing ballet. maybe she just floats off into another world in pointe shoes. she always forgets about the audience and gets lost in it. she wishes she could do that all the time.

“it’s nice to see everyone having fun,” she adds with a tiny smile. she looks over at sua again, and decides to be very brave. “you’re sua, right? i’ve, um, seen your art...streams. your art is really pretty.” she almost apologizes for not saying she knew her earlier, but reassures herself it’s not that big of a deal, and doing so will only make the situation even more awkward.

[shirakumos-sandwich-shop]

🍂Zhongli x fem reader 🍂

🍂Single Dad, modern au. 🍂

Feat. Xiao as a kid cause why not.

(Idk why I wrote this, let me just die of embarrassment while I post it anyway.)

“Did you have a good day at school Xiao?” You asked the tiny four year old.

“No.” He said bluntly.

“Why not? Did something happen?” You crouched down to his level.

“Ajax was mean to me again.” The little one whimpered. “He said my hair was stupid.”

You made a mental note to tell the child’s father once he got home.

“That’s not nice of him.” You tousled the boy’s colorful locks. “Don’t listen to him, your hair is perfect.”

“You think so?” He gave you big round golden puppy eyes that made your heart melt.

“Yes of course I do!” He smiled at your words. His little arms held out asking for you to pick him up. You scooped him into your arms and carried him off to the car. He was tiny but still heavy.

“Y/n?” He questioned.

“Yes Xiao?” You smiled.

“Why doesn’t daddy pick me up from school?” He said sadly.

“Your daddy has to work.”

“Oh…” the little one sighed. “Why does daddy work so much?”

“He has a very important job.” You answered.

You got to the car and buckled him into the car seat.

“Ajax said my dad works for dead people! Is that true?”

“What?” It took you a second to realize he meant the funeral parlor. “No sweetie, he doesn’t work for dead people.” You didn’t want to traumatize him with the details at such a young age.

You got into the driver's seat and drove out of the school parking lot. He was quiet all the way home and just stared out the window. After a short drive you pulled into the driveway of the large house. You let Xiao out of his car seat and he held his arms out to you to be held. He certainly was a clingy child. You carried him through the quiet house to the living room and set him down.

“I’m gonna make you a snack, is there anything you want?” You asked him.

“Almond tofu!” He exclaimed.

“You can’t have that for every meal, Xiao.” You chided.

“Oh..” he thought hard. “Apples then… but can I have just a bite of almond tofu?” He persisted.

“Would you rather have some now or save it till dessert? Cause I know you’ll ask for it again after dinner.”

“Fine… I’ll wait.” He sighed.

You patted his head and went to fix him a plate of sliced apples, you added some crackers and juice for good measure and brought it to him. He nibbled on the snacks happily and then decided it was time to color.

Time went on like this till nightfall. Xiao drew a dragon that he wanted to give to his dad. He was really just the cutest. You checked the clock, Xiao’s father should be back soon. It was getting late and Xiao was getting peckish again so you decided to get dinner ready for them so they could eat when he came back from work. You went to the kitchen and started preparing a good meal of chicken, rice, and vegetables.

“What about almond tofu?” The persistent child asked.

“I’ll do that next.” You calmed him. You went ahead and got started on the dessert so it would be ready later. Cooking wasn’t really required in your job description but you did it once in a while. The boy’s father always seemed to be so tired when he got back.

You heard the door open and Xiao scrambled to run to the door.

“Daddy!” You heard his exclaim from the other room. “Look what y/n helped me draw today!”

“That’s amazing!” You heard him reply. “Let’s go put it on the fridge!”

Zhongli entered the kitchen with his son dragging him by the hand. He looked very tired but tried to be energetic for his excited child.

“Hello, y/n.” Zhongli said softly.

“Hello, I went ahead and made dinner for you.”

“Oh you didn’t have to..”

“It’s okay, I wanted to. There is enough for leftovers. Let me just finish Xiao’s favorite and I’ll be on my way.”

“Would you just like to stay for dinner?” He asked.

“Oh no I couldn’t impose.” You blushed nervously.

“You're not imposing, you made the dinner after all.” He smiled at you awkwardly. “We’d love to have you stay, right Xiao?”

The little one jumped up and down and ran to hug your leg.

“Please stay, y/n.” He gave you the irresistible puppy eyes again.

“Of course, I’ll stay. I can’t say no to you.” You ruffled his colorful hair.

Zhongli smiled to himself while he witnessed the interaction. No one had been able to get Xiao to open up like you had. He used to be such a quiet child until you came along. Maybe it was just his imagination but he felt that you were having a similar effect on him as well.

You felt a bit awkward at dinner, Zhongli had never invited you to stay before. Your crush on him was driving you crazy, thinking of all the reasons he could have asked you to stay. You were just Xiao’s nanny so you didn’t want to overstep any boundaries. Throughout dinner Zhongli grew more comfortable as the evening continued. It felt natural having the three of you there together. He wondered as he always did when he saw you, if you might be the answer he was looking for. Xiao had always been begging him for a mother. Zhongli wanted to make him happy, he tried to go on dates but no one seemed to fit. No one except you. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t considered asking you out, but every time he considered saying something it didn’t seem like the right time.

“Y/n! Come read bedtime story!” Xiao was already dragging you off by the hand to his room. Zhongli cleaned up the dishes and then followed you to the boy’s room. It would be a difficult task getting you out of Xiao’s clutches so you could go home and get some rest. He was also feeling the fatigue of the day and felt like he could fall asleep any second. He found the pair in Xiao’s room looking at books. The little boy already had a stack of all his favorites that he wanted to read with you. The little one looked up happily at his father when he entered the room.

“Xiao, I’m sure y/n needs to get home and rest. Why don’t you save the books for another time?” Zhongli told the boy.

Xiao’s eyes widened and nearly teared up. He looked at you for confirmation.

“Y/n? You don’t have to leave yet do you?” The little one whimpered. He gave you the adorable puppy eyes once again.

“I can read one book with you.” you looked up at Zhongli. “Is that okay? I’d hate to disappoint him, he’s so excited.” Zhongli smiled at you and wondered how he could possibly deserve someone like you.

“As long as your not too tired.” He agreed.

Xiao looked at his bed skeptically. It was not big enough for all three of you. He was accustomed to his father laying on his bed with him while being read to. With you there now there was simply not enough room. He came to a quick conclusion on how to fix the problem and grabbed onto both your hand and Zhongli’s and led you off to his father’s room. He climbed up on the big bed and waited expectantly. You blushed at the idea of even just sitting on his bed. Zhongli had similar thoughts and looked away awkwardly. Xiao had already opened the book and was sitting there expectantly. Neither of you wanted to disappoint him so you went and sat on either side of the child.

Xiao nestled into the crook of your arm and gave you the book to read. As you started reading you felt yourself get more comfortable and sleepy. You were so sleepy you became unaware of Zhongli’s arm behind your shoulders or the adoring glances he gave you.

Zhongli was drifting off as well, it had been a long day for him. And now with you leaning against him and quieting his mind with the story you were reading he felt at peace. Your head fell onto his shoulder and he sleepily pulled you closer. The scent of your hair was the last thing he remembered before drifting off to sleep. Xiao stood up on his tiny legs and patted your head and then Zhongli’s.

“Lumine said that only mommies and daddies sleep in the same bed..” his little brain tried to work out what this meant. He climbed off the bed and jumped on his own bed and fell asleep almost immediately.

Zhongli woke to find you cuddled against his chest with his arms around you. He gently tucked your now messy hair out of your face and your eyes fluttered open. You gasped when you saw who you were snuggled against and jerked back from his touch.

“I’m sorry.” You squeaked. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

“Y/n.”

“I’m sorry, I should go.” You scrambled out of bed and made for the door.

“Y/n wait!” He jumped up and hugged you from behind. You felt like your heart was going to burst out of your chest. “Y/n, I really like you.”

You twisted around in his arms to look at him.

“I like you too Zhongli.”

He smiled softly at your words and looked at your lips. You melted into his arms as he leaned down to kiss you. It was short, sweet, and perfect. He pulled away and gave you an unusually mischievous look. You squealed as he scooped you up and carried you back to the bed. He peppered you with kisses and held you close. You snuggled against him as he pulled the bed covers up over you.

“It’s Saturday, I don’t have work. Want to stay here for a while?”

You nodded at his request and pressed a kiss to his lips. At this moment Xiao came in search of the two of you. He climbed up on the bed and you gasped in surprise. He bounced his way into your arms and giggled. The little boy snuggled between you and Zhongli.

“Does this mean you’re my mommy now?” He asked seriously. You blushed furiously but Zhongli just looked at you happily.

“I hope so.” He told his son.

You blushed even harder and hid yourself in his chest. And so the three of you cuddled in bed until Xiao announced he wanted breakfast.