#And will 100% end up buying a bunch of earrings but that I will not regret because I need a couple that match both each other and Me

[jorvikzelda]

Suddenly got my hands on a lot more money than I was prepared for (even though it should have been accounted for in my detailed financies spreadsheet because it wasn’t actually unplanned) and now I am DANGEROUSLY close to some VERY irresponsible financial decisions

[midnightbluebells03]

Hello! I was curious if you could do a dom!Abby x chubby reader, maybe some smut where the reader starts feeling bad about her body so Abby "shows" her how pretty she is *wink* *wink*

It's fine if you reject my request remember to drink water and have a good day/night :)

THROUGH HER EYES

CW - fingering (R receiving), oral (R receiving), negative self talk

WC - about 1k

Reader is described as fem and chubby, I based this off of myself a little as a plus sized girlie

No outbreak

Thank you for the request darling! And thank yall for over 100 followers 🖤

Leave me any requests in my asks xo

It all happened so fast.

Only fifteen minutes ago you were standing infront of the mirror looking at yourself in the new dress Abby had bought you. The one you had been looking at online for weeks but never hit buy. Because the truth was you didn't think it would look good on you. The model in the picture was tall, skinny, flawless. A stark contrast to how you saw yourself.

Your hands ran over you body as you took in how the fabric clung to you. How you could see the outline of your stomach, the cellulite on your thighs and the way your arms looked in the thin straps. It felt like you couldn't stop. Your mind relentlessly picking apart every bit of your appearance until there was tears forming in your eyes. It wasn't jsut the dress, you pinched at your round cheeks, fussed with your hair, you even thought about taking off your makeup.

Abby had been watching you silently in the doorframe of the ensuite bathroom. Her eyebrows furrowed and arms crossed tight across her chest. You two were supposed to be meeting her friends in half an hour but instead she shot them a text, saying you guys were going to be a little late. Before she pushed you onto the bed and dropped between your legs.

"Abby we don't have time-" your protest was met with two fingers slipping past your lips. You gasp for a second but hum softly before starting to suck. Earing a smirk from the girl below you.

"They can wait" Abby pulls her fingers out slowly, you try to chase them and earn a small chuckle from her. "You look so good I just have to" the feeling of her hand running up your inner thigh makes you need to bite your lip.

"I'm actually gonna change" you admit, glancing over to the closet, a slight frown on your lips. With a soft sigh you start to explain, not making eye contact with Abby as you do. "The dress is lovely baby, thank you I just think I'd look better in jeans or something"

"No" Her voice is stern, that same tone she uses when telling you to behave. But her hands are as soft as ever. Gently moving up further until she's brushing her fingers across your panties. Making you gasp. "No baby you're gonna wear this, you're also gonna look into that mirror" her other hand grasps your jaw gently, forcing you to meet your own eyes in the reflection. "While I show you how pretty you are okay?"

Despite the part of you that wanted to say no, that wanted to give in to the insecurity and self hate. You swallow hard, giving her a breathy. "Okay" as you watch her bunch the dress up your hips.

"You stop looking I stop" her hands pause on the waistband of your panties. Waiting for your nod before pulling them down. "Good girl"

That's how you ended up here. With your fingers tangled in Abby's once slicked back braid while her tounge works calculated circles around your clit. Your eyes fixated on yourself in the mirror. A twinge of embrassment in your chest that was being drowned out by the pleasure. The way her hands are so tight on your thighs that your almost sure it'll leave finger shaped bruises was enough along to make you wet. But paired with the soft moans she's letting out against your dripping pussy you couldn't help but try to grind into her face.

You tip your head down to watch Abby for a second, desperate to see your pretty girl. Starting to feel yourself getting close to the edge. But always the observer Abby is quick to notice, pulling back fully. Despite your moans and desperate attempt to keep her head where you needed her.

"I told you baby"

"Abby-" you plead, only cut off by her lips pressing to yours in a quick kiss.

"Shh" you watch as she gets onto the bed, positioning herself behind you. "Just moving a little, don't panic" She brushes the hair out of your face, pressing kisses to your shoulder as she gets comfortable. Her hand moves past your stomach until she reaches your clit. Making you moan softly as she slowly traces circles around your sensitive bud. "Now look" her free hand grabs your jaw, keeping you looking in the mirror. You can't help but focus on how her steel blue eyes stay glued to your body. Looking over you like you're her prized posession. "There's my pretty girl"

Her fingers slowly dip down to your hole as you lean backwards. Positioning yourself further into her chest as she slips in. Two thick fingers stretching you out as your eyes roll back for a second. "Fuck" you quickly fix your gaze, looking at your own flushed face as Abby slowly moves in and out of you. Her other hand trailing down to massage your breasts through the fabric of your dress.

"Taking my fingers so fucking well" she bites down on your lobe gently, making you moan as her lips continue down your neck. Only stopping to mutter into your skin. "Always perfect for me aren't you baby?"

"Mhm" you try to reply through your pathetic moans. Watching yourself as Abby works you closer to the edge. Fingers curled up just the right amount to hit your g-spot. Your legs start to shake as you clentch around her hard. Using all your focus to keep looking in the mirror so she doesn't stop.

"Good girl, cmon baby cum all over my fucking hand" Abby groans into your ear, her movements not pausing as you cum. Your moans echoing through the room as you slump into her fully. Breathing heavily as your eyes finally break from the mirror, looking up to the ceiling. Abby presses a soft kiss to your head. "Cmon baby let's get you cleaned up". You shuffle forward and let her get off the bed. Listening to her walk to the bathroom, the tap running as she holds a cloth under it.

"Abby?" You call out softly, waiting for her to come back between your legs. Gently wiping you up.

"Yeah baby?"

"You should wear your hair down" you prop yourself up onto your elbows. Tilting your head towards her. "Your braids all fucked up and I think Manny will kill us of we're any later"

She chuckles before throwing the cloth onto your nightstand. Planning to deal with it later and starting to unravel her braid. Dirty blonde hair falling in soft waves. You sit up, pulling on your panties before fixing your dress. Looking yourself over on the mirror, expect this time you can't help but smile.

"Yknow this dress is cute"

[pentrologram]

What Normal People Do

John 'Soap' Mactavish and Simon 'Ghost' Riley have routines. They have also each other, the truck, the dog, and their flat. That is until the dog practically manhandles you into their life. Changes ensue. please be warned this is very self indulgent and probably not in character at all. i have never played MM2, i haven't watched a single playthrough (unless countless tiktok edits count) and I only know what I do about their characters from a lot of tumblr posts and fics on ao3. speaking of- ao3! ghost/soap/gn!reader (established ghoap)

I'll Run Away With You

Simon Riley is not known for being tender and soft-spoken- he wasn’t a lieutenant because he spoon-fed soldiers and tucked them in on cots in the middle of a war field. He earned his stay on Earth, earned his title, hell, earned the clothes on his back. God would have had his head if he hadn’t made sure the younger, more incompetent kind didn’t have to, too.

It was hard for him to find that balance between the harshness of his job and the still bad but significantly less thorny outside (or inside?) world. Sometimes, while on the field, old injuries from years past would randomly decide to rear their heads. Maybe it would be an old knife wound that felt like it was bruising all over again or his ears would ring like he was hearing gunshots in the middle of a Marks and Spencers.

He was a valuable soldier, he knew. There were bunches and gaggles of people who wanted his head mounted on a stick- too many to count, and properly address. He was only one man, though. It would make sense that after all those years, it would weigh on him.

When he was younger, newer to the military, he tried to be normal when he was off duty. What his mam would have wanted for him, had she not been a deadbeat and dead. Polo shirts that stretched around his wide frame tucked into jeans, taking care of the flat he rented somewhere in the countryside-city (it’s not really a suburb but he calls it that anyways because who cares?) and pretending to debate about vacuums and silverware. Because that’s what normal people do.

But as time went on, it got harder to separate work from his life, and he just… let it consume him. Now that same suburb-y flat is in a place more urban than sub, “prime real estate,” he overheard in a decent pub with a pint once in between missions. Rent’s gone up, that’s damn sure. He offhandedly considers buying the whole building sometimes- he’s got bloody enough money, more than enough from saving absentmindedly, as the money had nowhere notable to go- but he wouldn’t be present enough to be a landlord and that shite. The flat he tried to furnish when he was twenty-something is still furnished the same way, if not a little more touched up by Johnny and his never-ending energy, and sometimes, it feels like being in a dead person’s house. It’s lived in but in a state of perpetual disrepair, never feeling like an actual home (at least for him).

The fridge was rarely ever stocked with anything but condiments and beer during their military days- he and Johnny never really had the energy to cook, preferring to use their free time elsewhere- but the bed had a frame (better than what he can think of some of his friends, bleedin’ Johnny and bringing girls back to a mattress on the floor before he moved in with Simon) and a rug underneath it and even a potted plant on a side table that is 100% plastic. It catches the light nicely in the wee hours of the morning, though, so it’s worth dusting the thin, leathery material of the fake lily now and again.

The flat is more furnished now, now that they’re officially in retirement. Knick knacks found at thrift stores or random handouts from the festivals and fairs that they go to every season, just to feel a little human again. There are more plastic plants on the side table now and Simon even tentatively tried a spider plant six months ago. It’s still alive, flourishing even, and now Simon has a couple of gardening books. Sometimes, when neither of them can sleep, Simon reads them out loud while Johnny fiddles with some new craft. Johnny says out loud once that they should get a house, for Simon and his plants.

Johnny came home with him every time they got some leave time together. The two of them are one in the same, really, feral animals without an off switch. It makes it easy for a relationship to foster, their understanding of the other in such an intimate and vulnerable way. It lets them open up guarded and bruised hearts, letting the other shine a flashlight on them and deciding to love them anyway. It’s the same as the hopeless romantic shit that you see in movies but plays out a lot dirtier in real life- it’s all the love and passion and borderline insanity that comes with a real first love mixed with the obsession of two retired soldiers who had been in the game too long and longer still without anyone normal to add some perspective to their lives.

That’s how it’ll always be, Simon thinks to himself as he stares at Johnny, hulk of a man he is, curled around Simon like a docile little thing- he surely looks it, as he was dwarfed by the extra five inches and the fifty pounds Simon had on him. He’s asleep- man sleeps like the dead, anywhere and everywhere- mohawk unruly and sticking up every which way. Getting long, Simon thinks to himself as he runs a hand through it- slightly sweat slicked but soft from a shower that night. It’s the right on the cusp of summer, the AC working hard- in this old flat, it doesn’t work the best but gets the brunt of it done. Simon’s opened up a window, (hesitantly- but between him, Johnny, and the dog, it’s sweltering and he fears he might get heatstroke) the one closest to his reach, so that the mesh covering can ventilate the room. They’re three stories up, but neither he nor Johnny enjoy having windows open. Too many weaknesses. He takes advantage of the window, though, lighting up a cigarette with a Zippo Johnny got for him a year ago.

His life is full of opposites, he finds. Johnny tends to take up a room, but Simon moves silently, just like his callsign. Johnny sleeps like a log while Simon struggles with his insomnia (right now he hopes the cigarette will help quiet him enough for sleep).

It won’t, Simon thinks to himself as he watches the moon move through the window and sinks below where he can see and eventually, the sun makes its appearance known. He puts his cigarette out sometime between the sun bleeding to view and the first rays of dawn because time keeps on moving and then Johnny is shifting awake at 0800. Johnny blinks, eyes already bright, ready for the day. He’s always alert when he wakes up, force of habit, Simon supposes. He doesn’t sleep enough himself to be so put together when he wakes up.

Then their day goes as follows:

Johnny puts the telly and the kettle on while Simon makes them brekkie. After two cups of tea are made (one with enough creamer to strangle a cow and the other black and simple, the way God intended it, as Johnny’ll tell Simon) and toast and egg sandwiches like the ones from cafes that Johnny learned how to make on a whim are put together, they sit for a while, just enjoying their company. Johnny fiddles with something- today it’s the newspaper- and Simon reads a book, and every once and a while, there’ll be a fair advertised in the paper. The fairs have always been there, in the city, but the two of them never really had the time while in the military. Now, they have more time than they can think to do with it, and so Johnny dragging Simon to them is now a familiar routine.

“‘S strawberries thi’ year,” Johnny says out loud.

“Mm?” Simon hums, immediately knowing what Johnny is talking about.

“Shite, 't started tae days ago.” He puts the paper down and puts his hands on his knees, and Simon puts a bookmark in his book before getting up.

They work cohesively around each other while getting ready to go to the fair. Johnny searches through the walk-in closet for a shirt and Simon digs through their dresser for socks. Johnny fixes his mohawk while Simon hooks a surgical mask around his ears. Johnny laces his sneakers up and pulls Riley’s harness on and Simon pulls on a hoodie, and then the three of them are in Simon’s truck, chugging along to the Town Center, where there are tents and stalls and people with strawberry hats. They get strawberry cider, strawberry pound cake and strawberry-shaped pasta to take home and strawberry cider that the both of them conclude is just Sp

rite in a pink glass bottle. Simon has to talk Johnny down from buying a big, ugly strawberry hat for Riley and compensates with a ceramic strawberry planter. There are strawberry-printed picnic blankets spread underneath trees with strawberry lanterns connecting them, lighting up the public park as the sun dances in the sky. Simon watches idly while Riley bites at a chip Johnny offers her.

They have a moment of peace there, on the picnic blanket, before Riley loses her shit and starts pulling on her leash, her distress signal- usually for Simon, but obviously for someone else now, if the desperate way she’s struggling against her harness is anything to go by. Simon gets up begrudgingly, the metal plate in his knee protesting as he jogs to meet Riley’s speed as she practically sprints behind one of the stalls. There is you; half curled on yourself with your phone in your hands. Riley rips herself out of Simon’s hold and barrels into you, calculating her speed so she’s at a trot when she lays her weight across your lap. You blink, phone forgotten, and Simon watches, silent, as you flinch away. Riley’s nothing if not persistent though, and eventually her weight forces you to calm down. Huh. Simon thinks offhandedly. You still haven’t noticed him, big and hulking as he is, just focused on Riley’s comforting weight as you calm yourself, slow, stuttering breaths evening, phone forgotten. DPT, Simon thinks to himself. When you calm entirely, you spot Simon. Your eyes go wide and you immediately try to wiggle out from underneath Riley.

“Oh, no, I’m sorry, your dog sort of- um, trapped me here, I didn’t mean to-“

“No.” Simon says, and his gruff tone matched with his physique is enough to quiet you. “She wanted to help you. ‘S fine.” He says.

“Um,” you say. “Okay. Are you sure?” Simon just grunts in response.

"Are you okay?” He asks, his voice softening just a little.

“Oh, um. Yeah.”

Simon doesn’t believe you.

He stares down at you for a long while, and your expression gradually grows more anxious.

“I just, um- I have an, um. A thing.” You say quietly.

“Are you okay?” He asks again, giving you a chance to tell the truth, to redeem yourself. “Riley doesn’t start DPT on total strangers for no reason.” This time, Simon’s insistent, giving you no wiggle room. He stares two holes through the back of your head. You look uneasy.

“No, I’m OK. Just… got a little upset.” You say, giving him a little smile. Simon stares longer than necessary. Just as he’s about to answer, Johnny comes in running.

“Si, ‘ave found a strawberry sex stall-!“ Johnny starts before his eyes land on you. Pleasantries are exchanged before you squeak out an excuse and you make a point in scurrying out before Johnny can even start his main charming event. Johnny pouts but watches you go.

“Bonnie, that one,” he murmurs, if a little mournfully. Simon only grunts in agreement.

Later that evening, the interaction is forgotten about. Passed off as just a weird event, perhaps an endearing story to tell about Riley- (sweet girl, always so concerned for others- took off running for a stranger once, she did)- and nothing more.

That night goes as follows:

Johnny and the dog watch telly until Simon is done with dinner. They eat together, their little family, Riley eating her generic shepherd’s meal through her slow feeder, chowing loudly while Simon and Johnny talk about everything and nothing at all. Then they all sit together on the sofa to watch a random movie. It’s time for bed after, which means brushing their teeth, showering, washing hair and getting the last of Riley’s jitters out. Then the three of them settle in bed- it’s barely past 1100 before Johnny’s out like a light.

This is where the routine of retired life varies:

Sometimes Simon will sleep. Sometimes he will stay up for a night, then two, then twelve. Sometimes he’ll take the medicines he is supposed to and others he will wake with night terrors. Sometimes he’ll wake up and feel so broken he’ll wake Johnny up so that can cuddle and fall asleep together and sometimes the dog will wake Simon before an especially bad nightmare.

Yes, his life really is full of contradictions, Simon thinks. Because knows he is in love with Johnny but somehow cannot get his mind off the brief meeting he had with you. He takes after his father in more ways than one, it appears. The heart of a cheater hidden in the skin of a new mind. He and Johnny have had thirds before- but Simon’s never felt so enraptured by one before. Not so quickly, not so strongly, not so potently. He finds himself craving to know more about you, to learn everything about you- the same way he felt about Johnny when they first met. The revelation makes him stay up and smoke and watch the moon bleed to the sun, with Johnny curled to his side and Riley in their bed.

Then their day goes as follows:

Johnny puts the telly and the kettle on while Simon makes them brekkie. After two cups of tea are made and omelettes are put together, they sit for a while, just enjoying their company. Johnny fiddles with something- today it’s a new paper craft- and Simon reads a book. Sometime during that, they'll part ways. Maybe the dog needs a walk or Johnny takes a piss- it's a little like a game of wills, looking for who will tap out of just sitting there first. Today, it's Johnny. He gets up to get his laptop before settling back on the couch with the TV buzzing lowly. Johnny job hunts. Simon reads. Johnny feeds the dog. Simon ponders their pension. At some point both of their minds wander to the same topic- you.

Then their night goes as follows:

Johnny and the dog watch telly until Simon is done cooking dinner. They eat together, their little family, Riley eating her generic kibble, chewing loudly while Simon and Johnny talk about everything and nothing at all. Then they all sit together on the sofa to watch a random movie. It’s time for bed after, which means brushing their teeth, showering, washing hair and walking Riley to tire him out. Then the three of them settle in bed- it’s not even past 1100 before Johnny’s asleep.

Then the routine of retired life varies:

This night, Simon lays on his back like a log before curling into Johnny's back. He sleeps that night.

next ->

[r0semaryt3a]

Sk8 identity headcannons so I have something to put on my Masterlist!

Reki Kyan

He/him

Bisexual (male pref but doesn’t label it)

Didn’t actually know that being bi existed for years, he always thought he’d lose attraction for one of them when he grew up.

It was Joe who really hammered home “you’re allowed to like both!?” And the lad’s been loud and proud ever since

Langa Hasegawa

He/they

Homosexual

Nanako and Oliver are 100% bi4bi so this guy was raised with full support.

He’s never been particularly picky on what people use for them so if someone does just choose to stick to one set of pronouns he probably won’t correct them

Is the only one out of the kid trio to have had a boyfriend (or any relationship) and have it last longer than one month

Miya Chinen

He/they

Pansexual

He was scared to come out to his parents but after he did they were very supportive and did that cheesy parent thing of buying him a bunch of pan flag stuff

One of these pan flag things was a cat shaped sticker that he has stuck to his phone case

He’ll never admit it but he really appreciated that shopping day out with his mum and dad

Hiromi Higa/Shadow

They/them

Likes women

They are incredibly forward about their identity and flaunt the nb flag in their S outfit even having a series of firecrackers in the flag’s colours

Kojiro Nanjo/Joe

He/him

Bisexual (this one is pretty much cannon)

Has a preference for effeminate people. Not in like a preference for women way but in a he’ll date anyone but if you look effeminate or androgynous your chances skyrocket

Supportive grandma (doesn’t speak to the rest of his family much)

Despite his front of talking around and flirting with mainly anyone he sees. He’s never actually had a one night stand and has even dated some of the people he’s flirted with (the relationships lasted surprisingly long)

Kaoru sakurayashiki/Cherry

He/him

Homosexual

Has two mums (through adoption)

There’s nothing really special about how he fronts his identity or came to understand it but he does have some funny stories

Once a female coworker was subtly hinting to liking him and the signs just flew over his head to the point it took her asking him on an date for him to realise (he rejected her ‘gently’)

After this fiasco he actually wrote “fall in love with yourself first” in the colours of the gay flag on his office wall

Another story comes from when he had a boyfriend in school, they were sat on the roof drinking when one of his mothers came out and saw them. His boyfriend started freaking out scared she was homophobic when she shouted “honey come look at this!” In actuality another woman came out the house and they gave Kaoru an earful on drinking whilst in school

His poor boyfriend was so panicked

Ainosuke Shindo/Adam

She/they/he

Adam does not care how they are seen, though she tends to prefer effeminate pronouns (but mainly used whilst in S due to their aunts) it’s a place that she can be whoever she wants without him having to worry about the public eye

Him finding out about the fact she likes to be seen as She/the/he was actually due to a slip up on Tadashi’s part when he accidentally referred to Adam as ma’am and it just set something off in them

Bisexual (male pref)

Adam honestly only really cares if a person is loyal, will stand beside him and can indulge in her hobbies but still tends to gravitate towards men

His aunts don’t know

His relationship with Kaoru in high school was actually rather sweet up until it ended

Tadashi Kikuchi/Snake

He/it

Homosexual

His dad was also gay and his mother was a lesbian (they got together as a sort of “we’ll date publicly and can see our actual partners in secret”)

Found out he was gay when he got with a girl and was sick when he got home over the mere thought of it (he’s still good friends with her to this day though)

Kiriko Kamata

She/her

Lesbian

Once thought she was bi (was surprisingly because of how obsessed she was with the Shindo case) but quickly realised it was indeed just a professional fixation

Has a girlfriend who’s currently in Tokyo

Is fantastic at romance advice

Was the lesbian/bi awakening of several of her female coworkers

Oka Shokichi

He/him

Aromantic - falls into the demi category

Nothing much else to add he’s rather vanilla

[prince-dolls]

Future dolls I'm excited for 2: Penny's box edition!

This time we got a not-getting, a maybe and one I have such high hopes for!!! There's a slight spoiler for a series that hasn't been seen/released yet (a silhuette from penny's box official social media account) for the last one! (I have put a read more bar just before the spoiler)

Safe to say, penny's box has a lot of amazing dolls. I absolutely adore the centaurs, deer and the new forest critters. The limited edition deer (the one with the hat!!!!) is so beautiful I had actually saved up for her when she was announced. Yet I haven't bought any of them as of now.

A big reason is I'm a lot more picky when it comes to girl dolls, and those series are girl only. There are so many girls compared to the guys, that I feel like I need to really fall in love with the design before I get one- otherwise I'd have 50 girls and 2 boys by the end of the year. Not a bad thing, just not something I currently want (and also, neither my budget nor free space allows for it lol). It's much more manageable and better for my wallet to try and keep the ratio even and buy less girls as a result.

For the deer, I think they're really really pretty and delicate! I love the scarf crown thingy and their gold jewelry:)

But still, none of them stand out so much that I would love them as they are without customising some, although that orange-green one I think is the cutest. I really wish I could just buy a plain body+head, so I could make one myself. As it is, I'd have to buy the whole box, replace some the clothes and make new hair or just replace the whole head, which I wouldn't want since their original heads are so pretty. All in all, I'd be paying for extra things to throw away, so the deer are out of the question. The small centaur bodies are quite androgynous and you can get them alone, but I would want their heads (because they have the cutest ears!!!) and this again means I'd have to get a whole set. (Plus I'd 100% try cutting out eye holes for inset eyes and that might end badly). The main thing though is that I saw the spoiler below and it fully convinced me there's a better option coming!!

The magic forest beings are super cute, and I especially love the sheep. I love sheep in general and green is one of my favourite colors, so why not?

Tired sheep girl my beloved<3 I love her semi-transparent hooves!!!

I might actually get this one! I'm just waiting to find a "confirmed color" option, and to be 100% sure I want to get her:) I need to really want something before I get it, so that I'm sure it will be cherished properly<3

And now for the most important one!! Spoilers below:)

THE COWS

I LOVE THE COWS

I NEED THE COWS

GIVE ME THE COWS

Who needs deer when you have cows...

Jokes aside, I'm not sure if they're cows or some other animal, but after I saw the post with their silhuette on penny's weibo page I was HOOKED. I'm seriousely considering getting a full box of them when they release and have already put some money away for it. I really have high hopes for them after seeing what we've been getting by Penny lately!! If the centaurs can be so pretty and cool and good, then these should be as well!! Cows/sheep are super special to me and I'd love to have a centaur doll like that<333

I can't wait to see them!!! But I will wait, even if it takes years! And hey, if they turn out bad I'll have a bunch of money saved for something else anyway:)

I just love them so much I really don't want the deer anymore because why would I get them if I can get COWS

[sidefanficaccounttohidemyshame]

Summary: Marko makes you dinner sometimes.

Brought to you by; my personal philosophy on how much immortality would fucking suck, how much I want to bone the lost boys, and how much I love Italian food, although I like lobster ravioli with vodka sauce way more than stuffed shells u guys it's literally perfect. Also I decided to write a full fic for once lmao 🤪🤪🤪

Warnings: very brief mention of police brutality but the cops die lol, some mentions of sexual content, cursing, drug mentions, general violence, unedited ramblings of a madwoman who's procrastinating finishing the third draft of her novel.

Black reader, mention of reader wearing a bonnet and earrings, and having locs!! But I don't Think any specific gender stuff. ***Non-Black people are 100% allowed to read and interact btw just please don't be racist lol

Marko would cook you Italian food sometimes.

It would always come out weird, and he would only do it out of the blue.

It'd be in the middle of the night, when they'd all decided to completely raid your house because you'd worked an early shift that morning and were sleeping in entirely too late for their tastes.

They'd be clamoring and making a bunch of noise at first before they realized half an hour had passed and you were still snoring.

It was late, and they'd eaten already. They wouldn't go as far as to brush their teeth for you, but a quick swig from the now empty bottle of tequila belonging to someone at the bonfire would be enough to take away the taste of iron in their mouths.

Dwayne would buy gum every once in a while. He wanted you to feel it one day—the steel warmth of a fresh kill on your tongue melding with the taste of booze, weed, and the same damn thing on his, but he couldn't pretend there was no part of him that liked you not knowing.

None of them would if they ever decided to be honest with themselves about it.

Sometimes it was nice to hear you snoring.

You'd wake up, somewhere around three in the morning, you'd guess. You were still too tired to accurately read the clock on your nightstand.

You'd adjust your bonnet and step out into the living room, following the smell that'd permeated your home and made your mouth water in your dreams. You were never surprised to see them.

You'd say they'd follow you to the ends of the earth if you ever decided to be honest with yourself.

You were surprised to see Marko, standing at your stove in your green tiled kitchen, looking at your pink non-stick pans with a scowl on his face while the rest of your boys talked about where they'd go once you woke up.

The answer to their conversation was absolutely nowhere. You were still wearing the bamboo hoop earrings you'd forgotten to take off the night before and rubbing at the indents they'd left in your neck, shuddering every time you'd brush against the scars and bruises they'd left on you simply because you'd begged for it so nicely.

There wasn't a chance you'd step out of the house until Monday morning. Every shift made you wonder if you should just ask.

For their lives, or lack thereof, for their blood, for forever with them in the same town doing the same things until the sun exploded and you'd die with the people you'd grow to see as prey.

Every time you thought about it—Eternity—it was too much. Too big. Way too big a thought for three in the morning.

"Hey Doll," David drawled. You'd mumble out a hello back, a sly smile on your face as you shuffled towards him wrapping your arms around him—partially because the cool leather of his jacket and his big arms wrapped around you felt nice, but mostly because you were tired of supporting your own weight.

Paul was on you in a second, kissing whatever skin he could reach from his awkward position before you turned your head to make out with him, drowsy and horny and happy to be touched.

"Baby," he'd pout after you'd pull back, "you said we'd hang on the boardwalk tonight. That band you like is playing."

You scowl even then, "I like them, but not enough to go out after a twelve hour shift. You guys can go—" your words were cut off by an obnoxiously loud yawn, "—see them if you want, I'm off for the weekend thank god, I'll be here tomorrow."

Dwayne would come up to you then, rubbing your back and pushing a loc that had somehow escaped your bonnet back in place. He'd be frowning. He'd never get used to seeing you tired, or hungry, or thirsty, or anything near the realm of unhappy if he was honest.

He'd never tell you to quit though. He'd just imply it. And maybe imply how fun it would be to commit arson again to his men.

You'd jump a bit in David's arms when the incredibly kitsch Garfield kitchen timer you'd begged them to buy you with money they stole from someone that only a small part of you hoped was still alive. You regretted getting it often, but not often enough.

Marko reached to grab the dish with his bare hands and you had to yell to remind him to put on gloves. Even in your sleep-deprived state you were shocked he'd actually listened.

Soon you were being ushered to your couch, the still on tv in your living room playing nothing but static. You needled through your collection of tapes for all of two seconds before you picked up the first thing that looked like it'd be some decent background noise, shoving into your VCR and opening your eyes for long enough to watch that look they all got in their eyes when you turned on the tv.

You think David had seen one growing up, he'd mention he'd been around since sometime in the fifties, but from the way he described his child you were sure he hadn't owned one.

Dwayne, you think, worried a lot about it. He was the second oldest out of all of them and he'd seen things that you were sure you couldn't imagine, he'd been around since before this country was stolen and he'd lived through hells you wish you could erase from his mind but the cast of light from the screen on his face illuminated that glimmer of wonder and fear in his eyes. You hoped one day he'd tell you what he was afraid of.

Paul looked like a kid in a candy store nearly every second of every day. All you had to day was smile at him or lift up your top and he'd start giggling like a school girl. He quieted whenever you put on a movie on. He'd lift up his arm like he expected you'd always be there to take up the space next to him, and he'd go back and forth from staring at you and the tv like he wanted something he couldn't have. You didn't think he'd had many moments nowadays where he couldn't get what he wanted. If his smile didn't look so fake, you'd think maybe it'd be good for him.

Marko was old. You didn't think so at first, no one would. He had a baby face that would've gotten him carded at every event you went to if it wasn't for mind control and he acted on impulse more than any person or animal you'd ever met. There were wild, rabid squirrels that acted with more caution, thought, and patience than Marko. But he was old. He'd never told you how old, but you could see it. It hadn't taken long.

He'd always walk on the side of you closest to the road, he'd hold open every door, and he'd never let you pay for your own drinks, food, stuffed animals, arcade games—he'd practically jumped a carnie once to get you a stuffed animal that slept next to you in bed every night since then.

But they all did that, sometimes to a less dramatic extent, but it wasn't anything new.

You knew Marko was old when he stared at a stamp with the Mona Lisa on it and smiled, turning to you and saying something in Italian before wincing to himself and shaking his head. He refused to tell you what it was he said and dragged you over to go pick out a bracelet for him to shoplift for you.

You knew he was old when he stared at the water on the beach and told you how much he hates how murky it is here.

"I wouldn't have left if I'd known the water would look the same," he'd said.

He had told you when you'd asked that he meant Italy. He wouldn't answer when you asked him when.

Marko never looked at the tv much. You hoped it was because he didn't care, but you knew he'd never tell you.

You'd shoved half of a stuffed shell into your face, thankful you'd had ricotta and even more thankful they'd used the ground pork you'd started defrosting that morning, you wouldn't have had it in you to use it until next Sunday, probably.

"How is it, sweet cheeks?" He'd called you cocoa powder, chocolate cake, cocoa butter, and all other variants of food related nicknames a good three days into knowing you. It took a long conversation about race with you and Dwayne to get him to stop, and he'd settled for sweet cheeks. You wondered how he could go so long without realizing how bad things had been. You'd never seen him look more angry than when you'd talked about all the times the Santa Carla police department had followed you, threatened you, hit you, called you out your name. They all had, but he'd looked surprised first and foremost. He swore on that day when he'd come back with blood trailing down his face and emptied a bag full of police badges on to the ground in front of where you stood that he'd never eat a black person from that day forward.

"Reparations." He'd smiled. It was all red-stained teeth.

There wasn't much of you that felt bad.

"It's perfect," you said through a second mouthful of pasta. It wasn't, it needed salt, the shells were just a bit too undercooked, and there wasn't enough oregano for your tastes, but that didn't mean it wasn't heavenly.

He'd made it. He'd made it for you, because he'd wanted to. And you were tired, and a little tipsy from the glass of moscato someone had slid in your hand sometime after you'd climbed onto Paul's lap. It could've tasted like wet cardboard, you would've been thrilled regardless.

"Where'd you learn to cook like that?" You asked.

You were just coherent enough to see that sad look on Paul's face make it's way into Marko's. His big doe eyes creasing at the corners.

'He'll never get crows feet,' you thought, 'probably wouldn't if he was human either.'

You knew there was no answer coming, so you turned your attention to the little boy from the never ending story hiding out in his attic and beginning to read his book.

"Rome." He whispered.

You didn't think you were supposed to hear him, even though you were sure he saw you freeze after he'd said it.

You looked at him from the other side of your small, dingy couch you'd forced them to help you move, check for bedbugs, and reupholster—as a fun bonding activity, of course.

There was a blood stain on the fabric that hadn't come out somewhere on the underside. It was such a pretty green you'd felt bad using hydrogen peroxide, so, you pretended.

Just like you'd pretend Marko wasn't looking at you like you were perfect. Like if he could he'd tattoo every forehead wrinkle, every breath you took, every pimple, split end, and scar into his brain.

Like you pretend he didn't ever look at you and wonder what life was like.

You beamed at him, and took another bite of the pasta, watching as his eyes shifted and he became your Marko again. The animal who wanted nothing more than to keep you safe, and fed, and on his cock. Or his fingers, or tongue, whatever kept you distracted for long enough to not notice how little of him was left.

How many times had David lied to you and told you how thrilling existing without any attachments was? How many times had Dwayne offered you his jacket and whispered something under his breath about how you wouldn't be needing it forever? How many times had Paul pouted and teased you when you'd told him you needed to pace yourself after he'd tossed back his thirtieth shot?

How many times would Marko recreate a recipe his Nonna probably taught him and pretend the years he'd spent traveling the world made up for the fact that he'd never gotten a chance to see her again?

You cringed when you heard the little boy screaming as his horse drowned in tar, scrambling for the remote and sighing with relief when David started fast-forwarding through the scene, like he always did.

One day you'd ask them. If they actually did think it was worth it.

Maybe one day they'd be honest with themselves. Maybe one day they'd let themselves mourn.

That day would come long after you'd mourned for them. Probably not too long after you'd start to mourn with them.

But that day was nowhere close to right now. Right now you'd finish your pasta and use the two hours left before sunrise to make out with them.

You promised yourself at least once every week that you'd talk about these moments forever.

No matter how much it may hurt to talk about.

[midnightfire830]

Granny being the Bbro’s Grandmother Part 2 BC IRL things

So weeks after Granny was walking through the park and she heard voices behind a bunch of bushes. Pretty familiar voices. She found the two boys setting up a mini camp of sorts to spend the night in the park. She IMMEDIATLY grabbed them by the ear (and tail in Bendy’s case tho she was gentle) and pulled them into her flat. Washed their clothes, gave them a bath, cooked up some dinner and let them sleep on her couch.

And like Clock work at around 4 or 5 AM the two woke up, changed into their old clothes, cleaned up and left whatever money they had on them and got ready to run away. Except THIS TIME Granny was ready.

As they were about to unlock the front door a light turned on next to a chair in the living room. In the chair, of course, granny was sitting giving them a very unimpressed look. “Now where would two young boys be going at a time like this? Hmm?” The woman stayed up ALL NIGHT to make sure the two didn’t leave again without a trace. She forced them back to bed and the next morning made them a HUGE breakfast.

She had gotten a foster license from the state after the first night she met them in case she ever ran into them again. When she found them the second time, while they were eating dinner, she contacted some people to arrange so she’d be able to keep those two boys under her care. So she ended up fostering a wolf pup and a demon child.

She moved into a larger apartment in her complex (I don’t know about landlady’s and how that works but I assume thats ok?). She got three bedrooms so the two of them would have their own rooms. But Bendy and Boris insisted that they share a room so the extra room became a storage room.

That is until Granny noticed the two’s love for music. Boris pretty much picking up any instruments he could find. He’d save up all his allowance to buy used second hand instruments from antique and pawn shops. He’d even house/pet/babysit for the people who lived in the apartment complex for a bit of extra cash.

Bendy, meanwhile, found a love for guitar. Both acoustic and electric. And he liked using tech and music programs to make songs. He was fascinated with the ability to change sounds and turn it into music and notes and stuff (things that artists like Charlie Puth does with his music) He’d save his money to buy equipment like mics, amps, and a good computer to make music with.

So in terms of making music Bendy and Boris would arguable contribute the most to making the songs. Boris actually making the music, and Bendy helping with recording and audio editing. Cup and Mugs help in their own ways of course.

So, with all the instruments and tech the two were getting they turned the storage room into a music room for the two boys for them to store instruments, practice, make songs, and record.

Granny would help to chip in on paying for their things of course. She 100% supports their hobbies and interests and when they told her they wanted to start a band she was absolutely behind them and helping the best she could along the way.

So the Bbro’s childhood goes pretty peacefully up until high school.

And that’s a whole DIFFERENT can of worms.

@sirensea14

[pbandjesse]

I felt pretty good today. My allergies continue to plague me but I was in a good mood this morning. I didn't sleep amazing, waking up with a very upset stomach in the middle of the night again. But I was able to sleep after that and felt pretty good when my alarm went off.

I got up and got dressed and felt happy. My eyes were hurting and my sinuses were making my ears very closed up. But I was still very excited for the market.

James made the bed and we left together. We would have to come back pretty quick when I realized I forgot my tablet. But it was not a big deal. We stopped for my tablet. And headed to the museum. A pit stop for McDonald's breakfast. And then we went to set up.

And I had a lot of fun! I got lots of hugs and was really happy to see my market friends. Give them updates like how we bought our house. It was a good day.

I would set up. James would help and than stay outside for a bit to collect some forms for insurance from vendors. And I was having a very nice morning.

I would buy some brownies and a chocolate pop tart and then a whole bunch of strawberries. Which were super dark red and lovely.

I wasn't sure how my day was going to go though. I wasn't sure I would sell anything. So I just focused on the craft I brought with me.

I would spend most of the morning catching up on my knitting and I am totally caught up now. And I would work on sewing down my ends from last months square. That still has work to be done but it was nice to have something to focus on.

But I would make sale! I actually did really good today. I sold 8 stuffies and a bunch of stickers and even some prints. I was having a great time. I made my sales goal for the day by 1030. So the rest of the day felt easy and fun.

I would have some great interactions too. People being super kind about loving my designs. Making a deal with a 4 year old after she asked for a stuffie and I told her she has to ask her parents because they cost money. And so she tells me "my daddy has so much money" which was hilarious. And when she came back with her dad a few minutes later and I said hello again, her dad went "again?" And I explained she had said he has so much money and he laughed and seemed flabbergasted and then gave her $20. So I bargained with her and we shook hands very seriously at the end of the transaction which was just the best.

I would also have some lovely conversations with Anne and Ginny and Stan and also Jordan. We would talk for a long time and while we were talking I noticed a man who sails with the downtown sailing center waiting near the market table. And I knew as soon as Jordan left he would come over. And I was absolutely right.

He wasn't weird or anything but he was hitting on me. Asking if I have a man. And I am like yes I have a whole husband! But we would still chat and exchanged Instagrams because he makes tshirts and I like connecting with other small businesses in the city. I have seen him around the market plenty of times. He's hard to miss. He is a young black man in a wheel chair who is a double amputee. His whole deal on Instagram is about overcoming the hardships so you know there's a story there. Maybe he'll tell me sometime. I told him to come chat with me next Saturday before he goes sailing again.

I think it's hard making friends. Both because I mostly just want to be alone. I am mainly not interesting in hanging out. But also that people think I'm flirting with them. I am not trying to!!! I am just friendly! But I am still trying to make those connections.

And I think I did a good job at that today. Making more market friends. I even met a girl who's job is curate Jellycat collections?? What a neat job! She was so sweet. I joked with her that she was 100% my audience and she was like I get that a lot!

Callie would come to the market today. And it was so nice to sit with her for an hour. I shared my strawberries with her and we talked and caught up and discussed camp. There is apparently a meeting on Tuesday night for senior staff to discuss the schedule. I hope that goes well.

I spent most of the last hour drawing on my tablet. I wanted to design a silly logo for the events team. I was just having fun. And then Jesse came through and I got to show him briefly and was just having a nice time.

At 1 I would pack up. I had made a few trips around the market. To say hi to people. To go say hi to James and enjoy the AC for a bit. But once I was totally packed up and everything was in the car (which was a little bit of a struggle, and I would replace the rope handles on my box because the current ones were to short and hurt my hands) I would go sit at the front desk with James and Jordan. And talked for a bit. James went to get their bike off the car and warmed up their lunch. But once they were back and calling for the last tour of the day, I would head home.

Getting home took almost a half hour though because there was a music festival downtown that made me go home in the most bizarre way. It was not fun for me!! If I had known earlier I would have taken the tunnel. People were driving so stupid and someone tried to go around me and I was so mad about it. Almost caused a multiple car accident!! People need to calm down.

When I got home I brought one of my baskets in. To sort and clean up. When James got home later they brought in the rest for me to sort through. But I was a bit tired. And very hungry.

So I made a little lunch. A small frozen pizza because that's the only thing I want for eat for some reason. And spent time just resting on the couch. Sweetp was outside. I trimmed my nails and watched videos and it was a nice afternoon. I never a really slept like I had originally planned. But it was all okay. Just having a nice time.

James would come home and were very sweaty. They would go clean up and then come to lay with me. And we would spend a lot of the afternoon resting together.

But not all of it. James would run to the hardware store. To inquire about ladder rentals and to get fly tape to capture the annoying flies that have come in the house. And while they were gone I would sort my market boxes and then I would work on sewing panels on the dress I got last week. And it actually fits me now so I am very happy. It needs slightly more fixing but I think it's going to be a really great option for the musuem. I am pretty excited to be able to have a place to wear slightly nicer things.

James would make me vegan fish fillets for dinner. And we watched videos together. James would play a video game. And we just enjoyed being together. Talking and making plans. I was feeling really happy.

My allergies started hurting again. I would take a shower and it helped even if my eyes were burning. I would take more meds and they are finally kicking in so I am slightly less unhappy.

I am going to go brush my teeth and get in bed now though. I am hoping to have lots of energy tomorrow. I want to be productive and have fun. So wish me luck. Sleep well everyone. Wash your hands and take care of eachother!!

[foxcassius]

i got the towel but i didnt get the pillow and also apparently i have to get copies of a bunch of documents i dont have and hand-deliver them to the pension office which is a 30-minute walk from my hostel and i have already walked there and back once >:( i also didn't buy face wash because a woman in a store tried to sell me a 3-step $100 routine and i just wanted to leave immediately but i did end up accidentally buying earrings for my mom because they were in the "handmade by local artisans" shop and the woman manning the store was being extremely nice and chatty so i felt like i had to buy something.

[softshiin]

Hey !! :D

How are you ? I hope you’re feeling okay ! :)

I love your writing, so.. can i request smtg ?

Idk if you write for these characters, if you don’t write for them or don’t like this request you can just ignore it !!

Then, can i request Tokyo Revengers boys (Mitsuya, Rindou, Izana and Chifuyu maybe ?) reacting to their s/o being followed and they just protecting them because theyre a lil scared ? Idk if that makes sense !! (Im french btw so english isnt my first language)

Thanks in advance <33

TR BOYS WHEN THEIR S/O IS BEING FOLLOWED

summary: what would they do if their s/o is being followed

characters: mitsuya, rindou, izana, chifuyu

warnings: reader being followed by stranger

note: hello nonnie!! tysm for requesting~ and don’t worry for the characters, i write for every of them if i don’t specify it <33

; you were totally scared, and you could sense that someone was following you since you got out of your school

; at first you tried to ignore it, but then you saw a shadow of a middle aged man behind you

; panic was starting to get into your body and you could barely breath

MITSUYA

; “y/n?”

; your boyfriend’s voice reached softly your ears

; slowly you looked into his eyes, scared

; “babe is everything alright?”

; you could still feel a presence behind a corner, so you lowered your voice

; “tsu, listen, there’s this man who’s following me since i got out of school.. c-could we walk a-away from here?”

; mitsuya immediately hugged you, pulling you closer to him

; “stay here angel, i’ll take care of it”

; then he walked towards the man, who instantly looked away, as if he wasn’t following you

; “you gotta a problem with my s/o, man?” your boyfriend asked calmly

; “hm? n-no? besides, who are you? do they really have a boyfriend?” the man sounded so annoying yet creepy

; “yup, and their boyfriend is right here, ready to beat the shit out of you”
; we can all imagine what happened later

;then mitsuya safely escorted you to his house, just in case that creep wouldn’t follow the both of you and know your address

; probably spent the whole night with you in his arms, just because he could feel that you needed it

IZANA

; “y/n?”

; you heard izana’s beautiful voice approaching you

; you quickly turned your face to meet his eyes

; “why.. are you trembling? did something happen?” you could tell by his tone that he was starting to worry

; you could barely speak, the only thing sure was that that man was still there, and he was coming closer to the two of you

; “excuse me, young boy, do you perhaps know them?” he asked to your boyfriend, who was still trying to understand the situation

; izana never took his eyes off yours, “yes, they are my partner, is there a problem?” he slowly turned to finally face the man

; “tsk” he just said, before trying to casually walk away from the both of you “it seems I’ve mistaken you for another person”

; you couldn’t even look at the man, because you knew that he will be there to follow you for all the following days, as he was doing since two weeks now

; “wait a sec old man” your boyfriend put a hand on the creep, stopping him “i don’t know why.. but my s/o here is quite afraid of you. ‘care to explain’?”

; “boy careful on how you speak to me, you will regret it”

; izana just let out a giggle before landing a kick on the man’s face, making him pass out

; “now then, angel. lets go home! i’ll put outta your school a bunch of my men, just to make sure this dude doesn’t follow you anymore”

; with this said, he placed an arm around your waist and started walking the two of you home

; prob spent all of the next hours with you, playing video games or doing some fun stuff together

RINDOU

; tbh this brat didn’t even see you, since he was walking while scrolling on his phone

; as soon as you saw him, you started walking faster, hearing also the steps behind you accelerate

; “rin! hello babe, what are you doing here?” you suddenly raised your voice in his direction, making him jump on his feet

; “hi sweet cheeks, just got out of school?” he said, placing a quick kiss on your lips

; he immediately noticed that someone was hiding behind a tree not far from you, but still decided to ignore it, maybe it was just a coincidence

; “what are you up to?” you asked with a trembling voice, he raised his eyebrow trying to understand why

; “is.. everything alright y/n?”he whispered

; “no its fucking not. there’s a creep that has been following me since i got out of school.. now that i think about it, i-its not even the first time i see him, he’s always walking around here..”

; your boyfriend immediately embraced you, telling you not to worry

; his scent succeed to calm you down a bit, and when he made sure of this, he quickly took off his glasses

; “can i leave them in your hands for a bit? im afraid they will dirt with blood”

[…]

; then he took you to his home, and spent a whole evening cuddling with you in his arms, eventually letting you style his hair

CHIFUYU

; this boy will stand for you even against 100 and im not joking

; the problem now was that he wasn’t here with you, while some creep was following you

; and he wasn’t even answering to your calls or messages

; you were seriously tempted to call the police, until you heard a familiar voice

; “come here,,, kitty kitty, where are you? I’ve brought you food~”

; you heavily sighed

; “oh my god chifuyu not again” you said to yourself, completely forgetting the old man behind you

; you ran to your boyfriend as soon as you saw him, scolding him because he shouldn’t buy cat food every time he sees one of them

; he cutely pouted at you, faking his sadness “but look at how cute he is!”

; you two ended up staying on the street for all evening, with the cat, being a lovey-dovey couple

; that man probably died of cuteness and understanding that you already had a boyfriend, he never followed you again

; he probably started being afraid of cats ofter this

[wonivr]

going to disneyland with enhypen

heeseung

he's been looking forward to the guardians of the galaxy ride for FOREVER and now that he finally gets to go on it, he wastes no time in getting in line. unfortunately, you have to wait in line for at least an hour so he's just vibing in line while you're all pouty from impatience and boredom [you might think he doesn't notice this but he does!! and he thinks you're so cute and he'll totally let you know that but. the. ride.]

when he goes on the ride, he suddenly regrets it all and clings onto you the whole time, especially during the drop and he's all dazed when you get off the ride :< but he makes sure to treat you to ice cream afterwards because 1. you were really bored in the line and 2. he really needs to sit down after that drop.

jay

autopia. it’s a race. and he’s going to win. much to your dismay, jay insisted that you get into separate lines so that you were driving cars next to each other and he made it very clear that he was going to beat you in a race

but unfortunately, he did not foresee that he would be driving on metal rails that kept stopping him for no reason, nor did he know that the cars were actually kinda slow so he kinda... maybe... sorta... lost??

but of course, it’s totally not HIS fault!! it’s disneyland’s fault!! how was he supposed to know that you’re driving a slow car on a railing?? so, to make up for his loss, he challenges you to a ride on the buzz lightyear laser ride so he can win [spoiler alert: he did!!]

jake

this man is here for one thing and one thing only. a $100 self-built and self-designed droid. as soon as he got into the park, he trackstarred his way to star wars land to build a droid and he spent like. the whole day picking out the parts

“y/n, which color looks better— purple or orange?” “y/n, which shape is better, i can’t choose” “y/n, would this look better or would this look better?” “y/n, what should i name it?”

he ended up naming the droid after you [because it’s cute, just like you!!] and after he was done building it, he just hugged the box it was in the whole rest of the day while you both wandered around the park looking for souvenirs and food

sunghoon

he was probably just minding his own business on the carousel when a little kid pointed at him from behind and was like “omg it’s a prince!!” and suddenly every kid wanted to talk to him after you got off

and mr park sunghoon is not here to disappoint the kids so he goes along with them and says that you, his s/o, are his prince/princess/royalty :> the kids’ eyes are shining because they’re like wow i just met a real life prince owO and sunghoon can’t help but laugh when they go back to their parents all happy

but ANYWAY. aside from becoming a prince for a day, sunghoon absolutely pulls you to ride the ferris wheel at night so that you can see the world of colors water show too :( he’s just so romantic like that AWE

sunoo

he fell in love with the churros. it was love at first bite and he would have gladly spent all his money on more churros if he didn’t have a such a big heart and buy you a bunch of souvenirs from the gift shop :(

BUT before he bought u gifts. he saw !! SPLASH MOUNTAIN !! and his jaw dropped and he [gently] pulled you into the line. he was so, so, so excited and he was just smiling the whole time you were in line [he’s so precious awww]

to be honest, he was scream-laughing the whole ride because it’s a rollercoaster :( and it’s kinda scary :( but he’s also having the time of his life with his precious s/o :) and he’s so happy :)

jungwon

he begged [BEGGED!!] you to go on rise of the resistance with him and you gave in very quickly. he did a little pout and gave you those eyes like 🥺 okay ?? okay?? who wouldn’t give in to him when he’s THAT cute??

he didn’t hold onto the railing when he was supposed to and when the ship tilted a little, he fell [pretend u didn’t notice that though ^_^] and he was screaming in your ear the whole time the ride [experience] was going— you might have gone deaf after the drop because ur poor bf was screaming at the top of his lungs

after the ride, he couldn’t look at the stormtroopers walking around the park the same way again and hides behind you every time one of them walks past :<

ni-ki

low key only here for the dole whip and the incredicoaster [which he insisted upon riding, even though the wait time was 3 hours]. he was so excited for the incredicoaster and was bragging to you that it didn't look scary at all, playfully teasing you if you said it did.

he ran straight to the dole whip line at tropical hideaway in adventureland and was very insulted when he realized that he had paid nearly 7 dollars for a bowl of pineapple soft serve that literally had a whole in the middle [he was #scammed]

when you guys finally got to go on the incredicoaster, he was screaming. like, SCREAMING. that loop took a lot out of him because he was clutching your arm, about to break it off. after you got off the ride, his hair was all messy and he was just standing beside you trembling with that 'what have i just done' look on his face so you bought him another dole whip

[inlovewithkevinday]

andrew and neil are cuddled on the couch in the dorm room. andrew would say it was because neil was coming down sick, and he wanted to keep him warm so he could “heal faster” but not even Andrew could convince anybody that were really true.

Not when andrew was sat criss crossed in the middle of the couch, supporting Neils entire sleeping body weight in his lap. Neils bottom rested on his ankles, his side on his torso, and his right cheek squished against andrews collarbones.Neils entire fluffy blanket that nicky bought him, completely engulfing his sleeping form. Covering his socked feet, and andrew’s sweatshirt and sweatpants because “Neils are the running kind not the comfortable kind.” The only thing of neil exposed being his head and messy auburn hair, resting on andrew’s chest. Of course Neil being neil, did not want to be asleep right now. He wanted to bust his ass on the court with kevin and ruin his already weakened state because “i outran the mafia at age 9 I can work through a cold.”

Andrew had talked him into sitting with him, and in exchange neil could go to the court if he felt better in an hour. He begrudgingly sat beside andrew in a huff, murmuring “you better get your car keys out” only for him to be past out on andrew’s shoulder 5 minutes later.

Andrew looked down at him and shook his head murmuring “junkie” under his breath before he combed a careful hand through Neils long hair.They sat like that for almost 20 minutes before Neil began to cough in his sleep against Andrew’s shoulder. Andrew immediately pulled his face up , a hand around the side of his head, and let Neil choke on rough coughs into the air beside him. “they’re you go” he whispered. “how does that feel dummy?” At that Nicky ventured into the room (the only roommate andrew actually liked at this moment) the sound of Neils coughing interesting him. Nicky tilted his head. “He sick?” he asked. andrew did not reply, he was only looking at neil, who was still coughing throatily. When Neil began to wheeze, the loud sound finally seemed to wake him up.

His eyes fluttered open for half a second, before scrunching up again. He whined like a child, and let out a shutter. Before Andrew could think, Neil was reaching out to him,wobbly trying to crawl into his lap. Andrew did not hesitate. He grabbed neil under the armpits and yanked him into an upright position, sideways in Andrew lap. andrew looked to his side and saw the white blanket, he pulled it off the floor and draped it across neil. Precariously, tucking every inch of Neil under the warm cotton. Only when Andrew settled again, Did Neil fall back to sleep, a peaceful look on his face and the sound of a contented sigh leaving his lips. Andrew stared at Neil for a moment, enjoying to rush of warmth that flowed unwilling through his body, making him lean forwards in a moment of weakness and pull Neils black hood up over his head, and then kissing the fabric there. He wrapped both of his arms around Neils arms interlocking his fingers on Neils forearm

He closed his eyes and squeezed once, and then finally looked up to Nicky where he was still hovering in the entryway. “Call Kevin and tell him to go and buy medicine for Neil.”Nicky went wide eyed at the direction. He nodded tightly, looking as though he was about to smile, probably thinking something he knew andrew would kill him for if he said allowed. Nicky picked his phone from his pocket and hit a few buttons before the phone began to ring and he pressed it to his ear.

After a couple of rings, Andrew heard fuzzy words through the speaker. Nicky told Kevin he needed him to drive to the store and get medicine for neil,only for the voice on the other end to become louder and faster. “He’s SICK kevin. Ever heard of a person not being at 100% at all times?”… “I don’t know. He’s coughing a bunch and he’s all cold. Andrew’s got him swaddled like a newborn.”……. “NO KEVIN HE CANT FUCKING SIT AND TAKE NOTES ON YOUR PERFORMACE.” at that Andrew, burst with a horrible anger, and shot his hand out at nicky. “Give me the phone.”

Nicky did so without question, putting it in his hand, watching as Andrew pulled it aggressively to his ear. “he needs to work through a few drills with me. Has he thrown up or something? Cause we have trash cans here and-“ kevin was saying. Andrew wasted to time leaning his face away from Neil and snapping into the receiver. “Kevin if you don’t get into your fucking car in 3 seconds and drive to the drugstore I will never step onto that fucking court again, and I will release clips of your practices to the front of the fucking raven webpage, do you understand me?”

it was silent on the other line until Kevin whisper a frantic “fine” into the phone, and the call rang out.

Andrew breathed and handed nicky his phone back. He looked at neil again to see he was sniffling, and with a damp forehead. Andrew sighed and held around Neils head.and his torso, pulling Neil tight against him, and resting his cheek on top of his head.

when Neil coughed again, Andrew swore internally that he would murder kevin if he wasn’t here in 10 minutes. Andrew could feel that nicky was still watching them, but he found he did not care. Neil grumbled in his sleep, and andrew leaned down to tip his chin up, staring into neils flushed face for a moment. Even is sickness, he was utterly beautiful. Andrew cursed himself and leaned in to kiss neils cheek, his forehead, his eyelids, and finally his lips. Feeling the warm skin hot against his lips.They were passed the point where andrew felt like he needed to ask “yes or no” everytime he touched neil. It was an unnecessary boundary now for the most part. They know eachother better now. When andrew needs space, when neil needs to be close, When andrew needs to hold neil to just know he is okay, and when neil needs Andrew to just hold his hand when they pass a red haired man at the grocery store.Andrew swipes a thumb over neils cheeks and watched as neil smiled in his sleep, slipping a hand out to wrap around Andrews wrist and then pulling it back under the blanket. Somewhere to andrews left, he could hear the squeek of Nickys obnoxious obsession and the click of his camera. Andrew found that he did not care.

if there was a picture of them now with neil coddled in andrews lap, a smile on neils face and fingers intertwined with andrews now plastered across nickys social media’s, as fans profile picture, as matt’s phone background, and stuck to bee’s laptop. Andrew did not care.

[radiant-reid]

i feel like spencer would be really into helping his kid with with school related things. not just with academics, but he would really want to help out with any sports/extra circular activities. He just wants his kid to have fun and be a kid and not have to be focused work in school like he was 🥺

yes he would be so into it. i mean we all know he's a girl dad but he'll be exactly like Hotch is with Jack at soccer with his own girls, and it's extra funny because he has all there's complex soccer plays that he's trying to explain to a bunch of 5-year-olds who are like what???

but also him at ballet !! with all the dance moms thirsting over him but he just holds their tiny shoes and ties their hair up into perfect ponytails or buns

each new sport they want to play, he's so excited about and does lots of research. and he's 100% the type of parent that believes their kid is special or Olympic athlete material

and he goes to every school field trip like they're going to the museum, he's coming and he's also buying ridiculously expensive souvenirs

not super related, but imagine him with like 3 little girls going to the mall or whatever and he ends up carrying all of the stuff they buy but also the random stuffed animal dog that the youngest brought, the middle daughter's headband that hurts her ears so she takes it off, and the oldest's barbie handbag

[libraford]

The short version: We had a serial thief at the flower shop. She’s retired recently and I think that due to Covid she really means it this time. 

The long version? hoooo boy, here we go.

This story, and others, are viewable on Tablo

There are rules and there are rules.

In dealing with shoplifting in retail, there are rules on how one engages with a thief. The handbook, if there were one, would consist of a single word. 

Don't. 

Don't pursue, don't interrogate, don't accuse. Let them take the merchandise, let them get away. Let them return the Cricut machine for an equivalent amount on a gift card to be exchanged once again for drugs. 

Let them. 

There is no handbook on how to handle Flower Thieves. Prior to working in a flower shop, I never thought that this was a problem. 

Life is surprising. 

 I'm sure some of you have figured that out by now. 

The Flower Thief is notorious, and she has a system. There are days when you simply know that she's going to be in. 

"Break the heads off the flowers before you throw them away," Grandpa will say. "She's going to be here tonight, I think." 

And sure enough, she would be. At 6:45, a quarter til we close- the Thief would announce her arrival. Loudly. 

"Heeeeey, baaaaaaby!" 

The very first time I encountered the Flower Thief, she came in through the back door. 

"Oh Hiiiii, Darlin'- ain't seen your face around here: you must be NEW! I'm Wren, you know- like the bird? Well, Kyle and I have an agreement that I come and work for y'all sometimes. You should take out this trash, it stinks to high heaven. Anyways, nice talkin' to ya, see ya later." 

I may only be a little bit psychic, but I've spent enough time around liars to know insincerity when I see it. Kyle, at the time, was the manager of our store and I have it on record that he's tried to throw her out of the building once or twice. 

While I was taking out the trash, her pile of purchase became so tall it towered over her. I watched Clark massively undercharge her for the sake of getting her to go away. 

She has a pattern.

She comes in during the design classes because she knows that when there's twenty people in the store, there's not enough people to watch her and make sure she's not stealing. "There's a class today," she asks as if it's not literally every Tuesday. "Don't worry I know you all wanna get out of here on time." 

The Flower Thief announces her presence in a grand way and then makes her way to the back to grab a trash bag or an empty box and then proceeds to bury any spare parts she finds in the cooler in the trash bag, hiding them under the things that she's actually buying. 

After that, she checks the garbage cans for things we might have thrown away that will last another three days and stuffs them underneath her other ill-gotten goods. 

Just when you think she's finished, she'll go through her pile of flowers and say: "You know what? I don't need this eucalyptus." And she'll go back into the cooler with it, stuff it in her purse, and walk back to the register. 

And when she's all done being sneaky, she asks one of us to come ring her out. 

This is the part that no one wants to do. Because ringing out the Flower Thief means haggling with the Flower Thief. 

"Oh baaby, you know I don't pay those prices." 

"Oh baaaby, I only pay $19 for roses." 

"Oh baaaaaaaaaby, those carnations were on special." 

She'll talk you down to under $100 with a sob story: 

"Oh baaaaby, you know I'm donating this spray to the family. It's for that woman you know- you know the one. She got herself murdered a couple nights ago? Two children and she was pregnant too! Pregnant! Can you believe it? Who murders someone with child? What's the world coming to? So I need a good discount to make sure we treat this family right because they got a looooong road ahead of them." 

"Oh baaaaaaby, you know this one's for that car crash over on Cleveland Avenue? I hear he was taking care of his dying father himself, so it's such a shame for him to go first like that." 

"Oh baaaaaaaaaaaaaaby, this is for that little boy that shot himself, isn't that sad?" 

Thank you, Sister Mary Loquacious. 

And you nod because you don't want to come off as an uncaring sociopath. And while you're nodding and adjusting the price for her sad, sad consequence and mulling over how good she is for donating to these people in their time of need, she steals some greens from the trash can and sticks them in her bag. 

She hands you crisp $100 bills. You check them and she makes jokes about how she printed them this morning. They're legit. Counterfeiting isn't why she went to prison. 

What she went to prison for was drug trafficking. 

"Do you need some help," you ask, trying to be a good citizen. 

"Oh no, I got it," she insists. "I'll make it in two trips. I'm stronger than I look!" 

And don't you dare get caught looking to see what she put in the bag or she will give you one hell of a lecture. 

By the time all of this has passed, the class will be over and there will two minutes left in the work day. She's spent thirty-seven minutes in the store. Your register is unbalanced because now you don't have enough small bills to balance it and only have one $100 bill to get you through tomorrow. 

And that's why there are rules. 

On occasion, a new person will break the rules not knowing that there's rules. One such occasion was when Clair decided to be helpful. 

"You know what? I don't need this eucalyptus," Wren said. 

"Oh! I'll put it back for you," Clair suggested. And before Wren could protest, it was out of Wren's hands and nowhere near her purse. 

It was mentioned to Sage, who only worked for us one summer, that Wren had failed to pay for something and she immediately chased her out into the street. 

Wren drives very fast. 

If you cross her too many times, she'll make sure you never forget it. One day, she stomped her way in through the front door, angry. 

"You ain't treated me better than a damn THIEF," screamed the Flower Thief. 

Grandpa, who was helping Blue make a wedding bouquet at the time, departed from the desk. "Beg pardon?"

"A thief! You been treating me like a thief ever since they made you manager and I'm sick of it! I see you bringing in your henchmen, following me in the cooler, chasing me down the street. Treat me with some damn respect." 

Words were exchanged. They were not kind. We thought we'd seen the end of her. 

But she was back one week later, doing the same damn thing. 

So now there are rules. 

If you make something and there's an excess of flowers left over from the pack, you have to make something out of the leftovers or she'll pick through them and stuff them in her bag. 

If you cannot make something out of them, you must throw them out. 

If you throw them out, you must break the heads off first. 

The trash cans must be emptied every night before 5:00. 

We do not keep trash bags in plain sight. 

Break down all empty boxes, or she will use them in place of trash bags. 

Do not leave any food or drink where she can find it. 

Do not leave any half-used rolls of floral tape where she can find it. 

Do not let her know anything about you- lest she use it against you. 

If you speak of a Thief, you summon a Thief- speak quietly, and never her name or you invite trouble. 

The basic rules one makes when dealing with pests. Or fairy-folk.

There are rules and there are rules and there are rules. 

If you want to keep a pest away, you make these sorts of rules. But if you want to get rid of a pest indefinitely, you have to remove their food source. And Wren's food source was her discount. 

You start exercising your right to say 'no' to a customer in small ways. 

She saw a bunch of carnations in the trash and said: 

"Oh baby, these are still good! I'll take them off your hands for you!" 

"They've been sitting without water for hours." 

"They're still good!" 

"They were out in the sun." 

"Oh baby, I've been working with flowers for 40 years and I know that these will still be fine for a couple of days!" She picks a bunch of them out of the trash and shoves it in my face. "See, it's still stiff- it's still good!" 

"Okay," I said. And before I could stop myself: "Full price."

Her eyes just about popped out of her skull. If it were just a little bit colder, I would have been able to see steam coming out of her ears. 

We stared at each other for about a minute, waiting for the other to flinch. She took the bunch away from my face and threw them back into the trash. While she was in the cooler, I took the liberty of snapping the heads off of them and burying them further into the garbage. 

And so began a war between the flower shop and the Flower Thief.

She came in: every single night. And each night, she got me. 

Again.

"Oh no, baby! These carns are supposed to be 39 cents a stem. I can bring up the email." 

"Sure." She brings up the email. "I see that they are 39 cents but... this was for Saturday." 

"Yea, and I bought those carns on Saturday and you charged me full price!" 

"Saturday." 

"Yeah." 

"You didn't buy these on Saturday. You bought them Friday." 

"Well I didn't know that they'd be on sale, so I need them for that price because I didn't know they'd be on sale." 

"The sales are one-day only. I can't adjust a sale from Friday to reflect Saturday's sale... on Sunday." 

She made a noise that reminds me somewhat of a cement mixer. 

 And again.

"I got a bad banner last time, can you print me a new one?" She shows me the banner in question. It's white. The 't' and the 'h' in 'mother' ran together. 

"Sure." 

"Okay, I need it to say 'Beloved Mother' and I want it in pink." 

"Sure." 

I print it. I ring her up $5. 

"Oh baaaaaaby, no, that one should be free." 

"Grandpa said- banners start at $5." 

"Oh, but you sold me a bad one last time." 

"We haven't sold you a banner in three weeks. How long have y'all had that body sitting in your cooler?" 

She grumbled, and paid. 

 And again. 

"I swear you been workin' every night this week! You must be tired," she said, nerves plain in her voice. "When do you get a day off?" 

"When the work is done." 

"That ain't what I'm askin'. When's your next day off, baby?"

"I stop working when the work is done, Wren." 

She narrows her eyes, which is a fun change from them bugging out of her skull like a fruit fly. "You don't ever get any days off?" 

"When the work stops, I rest."

 And again. 

"I'll be in and out, I know y'all want to get out of here on time," she said- announcing her presence to the entire class. She piled her stuff across the register counter and Grandpa began ringing her up. 

"Oh baby..." 

"No. We're doing away with the discounts." 

There are twenty people in the workshop for the class and Grandpa doesn't want to make a scene. She pulls her into the back, and I choose to make my instructions louder to mask the sound of them yelling. 

"So you're going to take your hypericum berries and you're going to cut the stem to about ten inches-" 

"How can you do this to me?" 

"And you're going to slowly fill the vase with these berries to kind of set the shape of the arrangement." 

"After all these years and this is how you treat me?" 

"Fun fact- you might know hypericum berries as their more common name: St John's Wort! St. John's Wort has been used as a medication for depression prior to modern medicine." You see- I, too, have taken notes from the Chattering Order.

"You can't do this to me," Wren said, stamping her feet like a toddler.

"But I wouldn't recommend eating them. However, they do smell somewhat like baked brown sugar." 

Stamp, stamp, stamp. 

Wren threw herself into the cooler and began putting a bulk of her flowers back. 

"This is robbery," I heard her say to Grandpa at the register. 

"Is it now?" 

 And again. 

She came in and immediately reached for a half-empty box of oasis bricks (the green sponge material that we use to hold flowers.) She said few words to me, few at all. She talked to Carrie about how she was going out to the country for awhile, to take care of her nephew's property. She needed to stock up. And oh- don't worry about it, she knows what she's doing. She's part of The Family.

She is in no manner of speaking, a member of The Family that owns this shop. Not even a third cousin. 

I saw her beeline for a rose I'd set in the trash. I picked it up, opened my mouth, and bit the head off of it. She stood in the middle of the workshop, absolutely stunned. 

Rose petals have the vague texture of arugula, by the way. Slightly sweeter, though. Tough to swallow in one go. 

She ran back into the cooler and didn't talk to me. 

I began taking down numbers. 

27 bricks of oasis. One pack of roses. Ten calla lilies. 1/2 pack of assorted greens. 

I punched the numbers in to the register. As if sensing something was amiss, she emerged from the cooler. 

"$54? What do I have that's $54?" 

"The oasis. They're $2 each." 

"Oh no baaaaaby, they're $1." 

"I can text Grandpa and ask her." 

"... that won't be necessary. Why are you charging me $22.50 for roses? You know my prices by now!" 

"22.50 is the price for a pack of roses." 

"22.50 is everybody prices." 

"Welcome to 'everybody.'" 

"I ain't paid a price increase in 7 years!" 

"The price of milk went up, Wren. So does everything else." 

She was seeing red, I knew it. There's a vein in her forehead that pops out when she's angry and it's the same shape as the river that runs through my home town. She sized me up, as if wondering if she could take me. 

I'm 256 pounds of 4H beef, and I have a knife. Try me. 

"I'm gonna call Kyle on this." 

"Do it." A lifetime of retail has made me immune to 'I'd like to speak to the manager.' 

She grumbled and put things back. Carrie offered to watch her, I held up my hand. 

"Can you do something for me  on these carns? They're the last pack in there and they're lookin' kinda ratty." 

"9.50." 

"9.50's the regular price." 

"Regular price is $14." 

"No it ain't." 

"Is today. You're taking our last pack and we need those for funerals." 

She put them back. 

She gave me a credit card. It seemed fake, but it ran. Every time I see here, she's got a different card. Did she print this one this morning, too? At least she stopped trying to sell me on Bitcoin. As you can see, it made her incredibly wealthy. 

She gathered her things and left. "Guess I'm getting the rest of my flowers from KROGER!" 

There are things you want to say. Like... I hope they enjoy your company just as much as we do. Or: Haven't graced them with your presence in awhile, huh? But at the time, it was better just to watch her leave with her minuscule bunch of flowers. I get a choice in where I loan my voice. 

Not here. 

Is it over? Nah. She'll be back for another round. But one day she'll finally retire in the way that she's always threatened to. And then? Then it can be as over as it ever will be. 

It is shocking to come from a history of retail, where you're not allowed to even hint at the idea of a customer being wrong, where you have to override every single price change to get the scores up, where you have to just let them steal your things and pull the wool over your eyes... 

... to flat-out telling someone 'no.' 

"No." 

It's such a great word. 

There are rules and there are rules. 

And there are thieves that the rules are made for. 

And there are words like 'no.' 

And all those things are magic in very human ways. 

[raspberryranpo]

Hi! I've never made a request before, and I can't find a post that says if requests are open or not so I hope this is okay. BUT. If they are open, would I be able to request some fluffy headcanons with Felix, Sylvain, and the three head of houses (Dimi, Claude and Edie) if possible? If you don't write for characters separately like that then maybe just black eagles fluffy headcanons? I love your writing and I hope you have an amazing day/night 🥰❤️

general fluff headcanons

fire emblem three houses: dimitri, claude, edelgard, felix & sylvain

requests are still open by the way!! please just bear with me because i’m trying my hardest to get through a bunch of them this week after not doing anything for a while

DIMITRI

prefers to link arms with you rather than hold your hand because he’s scared that he’ll end up hurting you

loves to have you brush his hair when you’re getting ready for bed. on more than one occasion, he’s managed to pass out on your lap

going back to what i said before about cottagecore dimitri….. during your school days, he liked to talk about how, in the future, you & he would have a small house in the faerghus countryside, surrounded by nothing but nature

will gently tuck your hair behind your ear or pick an eyelash off of your face without worrying about embarrassing you because that never occurs to him

talks about you to his friends and the nobles he has to deal with as king too - they hear about you nonstop and it drives them absolutely crazy, but it’s still heartwarming to see the previously silent prince now blab on about the person he loves

CLAUDE

sometimes you can feel claude’s prickly beard when you both wake up in the morning & he always makes it a point to wake you up by rubbing it into your neck

blows raspberries into your skin whenever he sees an opportunity to. of course, he doesn’t do this around just anyone - mostly in front of lorenz just to make him uncomfortable though

whenever he comes home, he runs straight to wherever you are & scoops you up effortlessly, swinging you back and forth and kissing you all over

knows how to style your hair and will play with it at any given opportunity, meaning that whenever he’s bored and you’re bored and you’re both in a meeting, he’s reaching over to twirl a strand in his fingers

plays with the orphans in the monastery whenever he passes them by - for example, if they’re playing football, he’ll kick the ball around with them for five minutes and praise them, even if he’s needed immediately at an important meeting. it always makes them smile & he’s a favourite among them

EDELGARD

you’ve seen her talking to the cats and dogs dotted around the monastery on more than one occasion. she won’t admit it, but you both know that she does it

is 100% hiding a cat in her room and you can hear it on occasion through the window. the cat sometimes finds its way into the room next door (hubert’s) and you can also hear him fawning over it too

whenever she’s bored in a meeting, she’ll just lean over and rest her head on your shoulder, shutting her eyes once she’s sure that nobody’ll notice

has an exceptional singing voice. dorothea has asked her to join mittelfrank multiple times but she’s refused - however, she does enjoy singing you to sleep whenever you’re both together at night

you guys always have tea parties every sunday with zero exceptions. all you do is drink tea and talk trash about the blue lions with the hopes that one of them will walk past and hear. sometimes hubert joins, and those days are always the harshest yet funniest.

SYLVAIN

reads a book before bed every night, otherwise he can’t sleep. he has little reading glasses too & it’s the most old man thing he’s ever done. he’s also probably afraid of the dark too bless

every time he walks past you & you’re sitting down, he’ll either a) ruffle your hair and then kiss the top of your head, or b) push down on your head so that you hit the table or the thing you’re holding just to get on your nerves

will talk about the most random topics for hours on end - you could ask him about giant squids and he’d know everything there is to know, and then some. he’s incredibly nerdy & whenever he’s around you, his mouth just starts running, half out of nervousness and half out of the need to impress you

saying that, he probably knows everything about everyone, much like gretchen from mean girls. whenever there’s someone being mean to you, he’ll come out and say their darkest secret just to get revenge

genuinely listens to all you have to say without zoning out or talking over you. and he remembers the smallest things, too - you could mention how you saw a really cute necklace the other day, and the next thing you know, he’s holding it up in front of you

FELIX

is incredibly soft behind closed doors. i know i say this every time i do something fluffy for felix, but it’s true. he can’t bring himself to even hold your hand otherwise because he’s too busy worrying about whether his hands are too sweaty or if he’ll crush your hands

instead of holding hands, though, he’ll gladly hold your pinky. every so often he squeezes it just to let you know that he’s still there and that he still cares about you

everything you look at in shops, he buys, zero hesitation. even if you protest, he tries to reason that you deserve it and that money is of no relevance to him whatsoever. he purely just wants to see you happy

he (very reluctantly) took you to meet his father once. rodrigue loved you, saying that you’re a good influence on felix, and that he hopes that felix is treating you right. baby pictures are shown, and felix is fuming by the time you leave

felix also has reading glasses and no i do not accept criticism. he doesn’t even read that often, but he knows that you think he looks cute with his dinky glasses on, so he puts them on more often. they slide down his face sometimes & he blushes when you push them back up for him

[1800-tonystank]

this is my first post lol :)

cw: mentions of sickness (nothing graphic)

fluff!!

i am also taking requests so feel free to request ! :D

• 𝐡𝗼𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝗺𝐜𝐲𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝗼𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝗼 𝐲𝗼𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤 •

*𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝗺:

- when you tell him that you’re not feeling well, he immediately begins asking questions

- definitely would go shopping just to buy you comfort foods/items

- asks if you’re okay a million times

- he will more than likely stay by your side for the duration of your sickness (even if that means canceling streams or videos)

- he’s just so cute and cuddly when you’re sick, wanting to give you what you need to get better.

- will make sure you’re comfortable 24/7

- when you feel too sick to even get out of bed, dream will lay beside you and let you cuddle up to him whilst he rubs his hands up and down your back, whispering sweet words into your ears

- “i know, i know baby. try to get some sleep, it’ll help you feel better.”

- forehead kisses only. mans is not trying to get sick (even thought he probably will anyways)

*𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐧𝐚𝐩:

- the moment he’s aware that you’re sick, he goes into protective mode

- forces you to stay in bed all day just to make sure you don’t over work yourself

- will binge watch movies and shows with you to help keep you from getting bored

- looks up home remedies to help with your symptoms

- “babe it says to put a cold towel on your head and light these weird candles. i don’t know how that’s going to help but we can try?”

- will 100% make you go to a doctor even if it’s just a cold

- gets everything for you. you need water? stay put, he’s got it. need more blankets? he’s already on his way

- he’ll make you drink a bunch of water so you’ll stay hydrated

- let’s you cuddle up in his lap if he has to stream or film a video. he’ll talk as quiet as possible in attempt to not disturb you

-he would drop his hand under the hem of your shirt to rub circles on the skin of your back, resulting in you falling asleep

*𝐠𝐞𝗼𝐫𝐠𝐞:

- let’s be honest here

- george does not want to get sick

- he would make you lay in bed and poke his head in every now and then to ask if you need anything

- he would bring food, water, and medicine to you before leaving as soon as he’s confirmed that you’re doing alright

- you would be quite annoyed with his behavior, resulting in you yelling through the house for him

- “GEORGE. please just come hug me. i feel like shit”

- of course he couldn’t deny you, especially when you were feeling bad

- so he would go into your shared bedroom to cuddle you

- doesn’t really know what to do to help you feel better

- he’s literally clueless

- he’ll probably call his mom and ask loads of questions to figure out what to do

- more than likely will force you to go the doctor

*𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐲:

- if one of you is sick, the other is too

- so you both lay in bed all day feeling terrible

- mainly sleeping or watching movies to occupy yourselves with

- you’ll stay wrapped up in the blankets with each other, cuddling and staying warm

- until one of you begins to get too hot

- “quackity i’m burning up in here. please just scoot over”

- “noooo, why do you hate me?”

- this usually ends up in someone migrating to the couch so that you’re not overheating

- quackity will most definitely play video games or edit videos as a form of entertainment for the both of you

- he’ll sit in front of his computer, working away with you laying on his lap, watching all of his movements

- when you get bored with being at home, he’ll take you on a drive

- preferably at night

- the two of you will just spend hours aimlessly driving around the streets until you’re tired enough to go back home

*𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝗼𝐛𝐬:

- knows exactly what to do to help you feel better

- will buy/get anything you ask for

- gets your favorite food and helps you eat it

- will bring all the blankets to you

- “baby that’s enough blankets”

- “but what if you get cold?”

- he’s honestly just such a big sweetheart

- he’ll read to you to help you fall asleep or to help you calm down when you’re not feeling well

- cuddles you the whole entire time

- gives you monsters to help you get some energy lol

- he’ll run warm baths for you to soak in

- lights candles and plays your favorite music while you lay in the warm water

*𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝗼𝗼𝐭:

- he comes home to see you lying in bed, looking and feeling miserable

- activate concern mode

- immediately asks if you need a doctor or if you’ve taken any medicine yet

- helps get you comfortable

- let’s you wear his clothes so you feel all warm and cozy

- cooks warm meals for you to eat

- he knows that you like his music so he’ll play his guitar while singing/humming softly to your favorite songs

- knows that when you get sick, you need to be hugged and cuddled

- so he lays in bed with you on his lap, arms and legs wrapped around him with your head snuggled into his shoulder

- he’ll lightly rock the two of you back and forth, whispering sweet affirmations and shushes

- “you’re so beautiful. i love you so much angel”

- and when you fall asleep, he’ll lay you down on the bed and pull the covers over you before kissing you goodnight

thanks for reading luvs !<3