#Hell Kai can probably bake too

[daily-yttd-something]

Day 181: Daily-YTTD-Something forgot to post yesterday

Originally titled ‘Pi(e) day’

[itsmewillful]

I will Always Find You

Main Masterlist

Character Masterlist:

(Vox x fem!reader)

Word Count: 5782 (i got too carried away)

Outline: You, the wife of the infamous media overlord Vox, falls from Heaven and you find yourself in a chaotic new world. You meet the Hazbin Hotel crew, but most of all, you met him. Your long lost love.

Warning(s): Canon typical violence, language, etcetera.

A/N: Heyy guys, I totally was not gone for an entire year. . .but, I'm done with High School now so I will probably start posting a little bit more often. . .*no promises though. my memory is absolute garbage*

Also, why am I obsessed with a TV?

Story below the cut:

Heaven.

The place all virtuous and 'perfect' people ascend to after living the life every good person is meant.

You don't even know how you got here. You always thought that you would go to Hell. (Not to put it lightly) Perhaps it was because you were widowed at a rather young age. Perhaps it was because you were murdered by your late husband's arch rival. Or maybe, it was a bit of all.

Your life on earth wasn't bad per se. In fact, you had a very happy life. You got married at the fruitful age of 20, to your best friend, and lived in a very comfortable home. Your husband, Vincent Holland, was a big-time news reporter in your hometown.

But, why was it in Heaven that almost all your memories regarding Vincent were blurry? As if someone with significant power was preventing you from reminiscing on your past life?

You could barely remember his face; his award winning smile. His sapphire blue eyes, and his dark hair.

You hated this.

You couldn't even remember how long ago you died.

Hell, you couldn't even remember how you died. Just that you were murdered one day and your body was left to rot in a random alley.

A hand waving in front of your face interrupted your sad train of thoughts, and your attention immediately shifted back to your friend. Or acquaintance, you weren't exactly sure where your friendship status lay.

"You alright there, partner?"

You sighed slowly and nodded your head in affirmation. You weren't sure if you were doing it to convince them that you were okay, or yourself.

"I'm alright, Kai, just a bit tired ," you mumbled pathetically. Kai was a very beautiful shark-like angel. You met them some time ago and instantly clicked with one another. But, Kai was one of those people that had a tendency of gossiping with their girlfriend Molly. And you were never comfortable sharing anything beyond your life in Heaven.

Which was a pity because you were sure if you shared it, you wouldn't feel so fucking stressed out.

The shark angel let out a small laugh and gently patted your head.

"Sure, sure. Whatever you say m'lady. You know if there's anything bothering you, you could always talk to me or Molly, right?"

You again nodded your head, even though you probably would never take up the offer.

"Hey you guys! How are you both doing?"

Speak of the devil and he shalt appear.

"Hey Molly! I see you're finally off of work?"

"Yup! And I brought a treat for you both!" Molly said in a sing-song tone of voice. Kai smiled with a nearly evil-like grin and made grabby hands at their girlfriend.

"Gimme, I can smell the baked goods!"

You chuckled at Kai's antics and stood up from the chair you were sitting in. Kai raised a brow at you and you motioned with your hand that you were going to get another drink. You picked up your now empty whisky bottle and began to head over to the bar where you and Kai find yourselves frequently whenever you both have had a long day at work.

The bartender, Mr Smiles (as Molly so lovingly named him) greeted you with a very drunken smirk when you arrived at your favourite destination.

"Hello there, Mrs. Holland. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

You rolled your eyes and sat down on one of the barstools, placing your cup down and sliding it over to the bartender.

"Another, please." you said simply. Mr. Smiles blinked at you before grabbing your cup and pouring more of the golden liquid into it.

"The 'Another' for the lady." he said cheekily, to which you giggled. You snatched the cup up from the table and practically downed the strong liquid and forced back a gag when it burned your throat. The bartender chuckled at your silliness and leaned over the bar so you could hear each other better over the loud chatter of the Cloud Nine bar. (You and Kai always found the name of the bar to be hilarious)

"So, you never drink this much unless you have something to spill. Need to talk about something sweetheart?" he asked with a patient tone of voice.

You sighed dramatically and leaned back against your chair, deep in thought.

"I just. . ." you trailed off in thought before sighing again in annoyance at your capability of explaining your biggest problem.

"You just?" he tried to urge you to continue, but was rudely interrupted when a flock of angels came bursting into the room.

"His Holiness, Archangel Michael needs to discuss important matters in Town Square. Everyone present is required to make an audience immediately."

Murmurs began to fill the room in confusion of the sudden announcement. You raised your brow at the bartender, quietly asking him if he knew what all the commotion was about. He shrugged before continuing on with putting the remaining glasses away.

"Hey, partner, we need to head out to Town Square." Kai said, putting a webbed hand onto your shoulder. You nodded and stood up, following close behind your two buddies. Molly, like always, had a small hop to her step as if she was always happy and excited about things. Her partner smiled at her giddiness and soon began to also skip along with her.

Oh, how much you missed being able to have someone to be close with. And once again, your thoughts began to turn back to your late husband, Vincent.

You missed him so much.

And you were fully aware that your beloved Vincent was in Hell. The place you were also sure to go to when you kicked the bucket. But alas, here you are, in the city of silver and gold.

You stopped abruptly when you reached Town Square and noticed how big of a crowd was already there. Thousands of angels and souls alike, all stood cramped up around a huge balcony that belonged to Archangel Palace.

The chatter began to quiet down when the all-loved Archangel Michael stepped up to the balcony and waved to the crowd to silence their speech.

Kai bent over to you and whispered about how interesting things were going to get. You didn't respond, but instead gasped when a photo got projected onto the side of one of the Palace's huge spires. It was a really bloody scene: demonic-like creatures were sprawled all over the ground, torn to shreds from what you could tell. What made you feel faint, however, was the carcuses of angels. What the fuck were angels doing in Hell?

It seemed that a lot of other people were questioning the same exact thing, and Michael, once again announced order from the crowd and the only sound remaining were the hushed whispers.

"It has come to my knowledge that a secret organisation has been founded without my permission. Adam, the first man, and Sera, have been discovered sending down angels every year to kill them." He stopped mid explanation and waved his hand over to an angel that stood close to him. A scroll was placed into Michael's hands, and he unscrolled it and began to read whatever was written onto it.

"According to the words of Sera: Hell has become too overpopulated, and a risk of war could arise. Exterminations have been a necessity, and is, therefore required to keep balance between Good, and Evil." Michael immediately crumpled up the scroll, and threw it back at the poor angel that was beside him to catch.

"This is all tyranny, of course. Me and the Council did not agree to such lunacy, which is why, we are going to have a public vote as to whether or not Sera should be ex-communicated from Heaven."

A loud gasp came from the crowd.

Especially from Molly, who also seemed to begin to tear up.

"That means she'll be thrown to Hell!" she choked back a sob in surprise. Kai patted their girlfriends back to try and sooth her large and soft heart.

You, however, were enraged from the idea of angels going down and killing people. Your beloved Vincent was down there. What if he was killed?!

And like always, your spiral of thoughts was interrupted when Michael began to speak again.

"Just to be absolutely clear, this is never to be discussed with anyone ever again. After the vote is casted, anyone caught discussing this topic will immediately be casted from Paradise, and into the pits of Hell for treachery. I cannot be clear enough."

Murmurs filled the Square as everyone agreed to Michael's proposal.

"Great! Well, everyone better head off to vote now! Have a great day everyone." And like that, he vanished in a cloud of golden smoke.

You didn't realise your jaw was hanging open until Kai mentioned that you looked like a venus-fly trap waiting for a bug to land in your mouth. You clamped it shut instantly and glared at them.

"Chill! It was just supposed to be a joke!" They huffed in faux offence. Molly giggled at her partner's antics, and gently rubbed her fingers in between Kai's fins that decorated their body.

"Calm down, love. We need to head to a voting booth so we can cast votes. I know what I'm voting for."

"Yeah, I can't believe such a thing was happening behind our backs! Who knows how long it has been going on?"

Molly sighed and rubbed her fuzzy face for comfort.

"I don't know, but I hope it wasn't for too long. I believe some of my family is down there."

"Yikes, that's tough. I'm sorry for that." Kai said with sympathy laced in their voice.

You blinked back tears that were forming in your eyes. You would not cry over the possibility that your Vincent was double-dead.

You were strong.

+++

You sighed heavily when you arrived at your small apartment later that evening.

"What a rotten day," you mumbled to yourself. As if on command, your pet land-shark Vark came running into the foyer. You smiled instantly and picked up the little creature and began to pet him between his eyes.

You and Vincent loved sharks. It was a shared passion you both had that made you best friends instantly. When you first got married, you both always joked of getting a shark and naming it Vark.

Well, you had the shark, just not Vincent.

You were thinking about him again, and it was making you feel bad once more.

Why couldn't you remember some things? Who or what was making you forget?

You placed Vark back onto the ground, who of course, whined with the lack of affection from your part. You stepped over the land-shark and headed over to your balcony, that had a perfect view of the Embassy of Heaven. The place you go to whenever you have questions regarding the after-life and anything else.

Maybe there you would find answers.

With a new destination in mind, you grabbed Vark's leash and hooked him up to it. Vark began to wag his tail (well, his fin) in excitement about where you would be taking him. You smiled again at your pet's adorable-ness and began to head back outside once more.

The streets of Heaven were very peaceful. Just about no soul was out and about. It made sense since it was rather late. Around eleven o'clock actually.

Soon, the golden pillars of the Embassy came into view, and you let out a sigh when you realised it was still open. You approached the heavy double doors and swallowed back a scream when they opened up automatically. Vark found it hilarious however, when you just about died a second time from a mini heart attack.

You huffed at your shark and headed inside the golden-themed building and found that it was practically empty. I mean-duh it was empty, it was basically in the middle of the night.

A Cherub, from the looks of it, approached you and gave you a rather judgmental look over.

"Honey, I'm sorry to say this but no pets are allowed." the Cherub said with an irritating tone of voice.

You stared at the flying goat-creature and rolled your eyes.

"Vark, is a service pet. I am afraid you can't throw him out." you lied with a fake smile. One thing that Vincent taught you to do well, was fake things. You were especially good at putting on a fake show. One of the things that, once again, surprised you that Heaven looked over.

Wasn't lying a big sin?

The Cherub interrupted your thoughts when she cleared her throat rather obnoxiously.

"Alright honey. Whatever you say. To what do I owe the pleasure of assisting you with this evening?"

"Oh, well. . .I am not so sure how to explain it." you answered truthfully; slightly cringing at your lack of effort of just telling her.

The Cherub pulled out a clipboard from thin air you assumed (since she most certainly wasn't holding one earlier) and began to scribble something onto it.

"Well, Mr. Heart will be able to assist you with whatever, 'complicated' issue you have got going on." She handed you a piece of paper that had practically illegible handwriting on it, and pointed to a corridor that led to a couple of office rooms.

"Hope you find what you need, honey. Good night." and like that, she sauntered off to what you assumed to be her office. What a weird person, you thought with a click of your tongue.

You began your tread to Mr. Heart's office, and stopped when you reached the door. You lifted your hand to knock but stopped when the door was flung open and a rather energetic angel stepped out of the room.

"Hey there! You must be one of the 'poor souls' Chili sent to me! Come on in!" he moved aside and held a hand out for you to shake, to which he practically tore off yours when he shook it rather rigorously.

"The name is Heart! What's yours m'lady?"

You mumbled your name back and he let out a very loud laugh.

"Why, Mrs. Holland! Quite the pleasure to be meeting you!" 

You nodded your head and held back a gasp when he pulled you by the hand into the office.

"So, tell me what has troubled you enough to venture here so late in the night?"

You opened your mouth to begin speaking, but clamped it down when you couldn't find the right words to say. Damn it, you were nervous. You couldn't, however, pinpoint if it was from the very very close proximity of the Angel, or the lack of knowledge of how to explain your memories being jumbled up.

You could begin by telling the angel to take a few hundred steps back.

"Sorry, but um, could you step back a bit?" You asked with a shaky breath. The Angel smiled with pearly white teeth, but didn't seem to move an inch.

"I can't hear you clearly if I am too far back. It is best if I stay here." He said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. (or Heaven)

You nodded, even though you doubt that was the truth. You mentally noted to never come back here again once you're down getting some answers.

"So, I have a question." You began.

"Everyone that comes here has questions. But I can't exactly be sure that your question is legal to answer or not."

Your eyes widened in curiosity. Some questions could be illegal to ask? Flashbacks from today's event clouded your thoughts, but you immediately shook them away. A traitor is how you would be viewed if you discussed with anyone about today. And you would be quite foolish to bring it up with an official member of the Council.

"So, you were saying, Mrs. Holland?"

"Why am I not able to remember some things about my life on Earth?" You may as well pull off the bandage and stop dancing around the bush in fear of being judged. Your worries worsened when the Angel's eyes seemed to darken a little.

"Whatever do you mean, darling? What memories?"

"That is the whole point! I know that I can't remember some things! I just don't know what." frustration was very clear in your voice at this point.

Mr. Heart laughed wholeheartedly as if your 'situation' was the funniest thing anyone has ever told him.

"Well my dear, no need to get all fierce with me! I only want to assist you. And it seems that you are treading on very dangerous waters. I would watch out if I were you."

You swear your eyes became fire. How dare he act as if your troubles were something scandalous! Vark began to lick your leg as an attempt to calm you down, which worked for a moment until the 'ever lovable' Mr. Heart reached a hand out and began to rub your shoulders as if he had any right to touch you.

Vark, being the wonderful pet he is, noticed this and bit his leg. The angel howled in pain and kicked your beloved baby and he began to wail in pain. At this point, all you saw was red as you lunged onto the man and began to beat him up with what some people would call a 'mother's fiery.'

Some raised voices from outside of the office eventually joined the chaos of the room, and you were dragged off the very-much battered up Mr. Heart. Well, Mr. Heartless to you.

"Mrs. Holland! How dare you strike a Seraphim! That is considered treachery to the Hierarchy of the Council!" the same Cherub from earlier screeched at you in a high-pitched tone.

"Well I'll be damned! He touched me without consent and kicked my pet! I was defending myself-"

"You lie! One sin after another! How could you!?" you felt yourself being picked up from two service angels, and being dragged to another room, your shark following you right behind.

"Where are you taking me?" You shouted, attempting to pull off the two angels that were holding you roughly.

"We're not taking you anywhere. You are going to be sent somewhere." the Cherub said with a malicious tone of voice. You bit back a sob when the words processed in your head.

They were going to send you to Hell

You eventually approached a door that read 'Employees Only' and met a room that had an arch that took up the entire floor.

The portal to Hell. The place they were going to toss you into for something utterly stupid. How hypocritical of them. Heaven, the place of love and peace? My ass!

The Cherub flew over to a panel on the side of the wall, and loud sirens were heard throughout the room. Hell, you bet the entire 'cloud kingdom' could hear the loud blaring the room was making.

A red coloured portal began to appear on the ground within the structure of the arch. You gulped and felt tears begin to dwell in your eyes.

This was it.

Good-bye Heaven. Good-bye Kai and Molly.

You could hear Vark wailing from the loud noises and you attempted at twisting around to look at him. Your last attempt at begging for your shark's mercy was cut off when you were tossed into the portal.

You fell for a moment.

Then everything went dark.

+++

What awoke you from your 'dreamless sleep' was the feeling of something wet being dragged across your face. You moaned in pain when everything came crashing down on you. Literally.

Your back hurts, your head hurts, hell, even your face hurts.

You opened your eyes and noticed your beloved land-shark was on top of you, licking your face. You didn't feel anything but pure joy at that moment when you realised your shark wasn't going to be left all alone up in Heaven.

"My baby! I thought I wouldn't see you again!" you cried aloud and clutched the shark tightly against your chest. Vark seemed to love the attention and began to get all giddy from your loving embrace.

You pulled away from him after a few minutes, and began to observe the scenery around you. You appeared to be in some sort of alleyway, noting that there was garbage and other things that you didn't care to find out what it was exactly. You stood up slowly, and nearly fell back to the ground when you felt your knees shake.

Damn, you fell hard.

(Not as hard as you fell for Vincent though)

Vark noticed that you were in pain, and began to lick you again as a way of comforting you. You smiled softly and patted his smooth head in reassurance that you would be alright. Vark got the memo, and jumped from your arms. You attempted to stand again, and lent against the wall for support.

"Vark, I need you to do me a small favour." You said with a small voice. Vark wagged his fin and his tongue poked out of his mouth in anticipation for what your next words would be.

"Can you go up ahead and see if there is anyone that can help me? I don't think I'm going to be able to get around."

Vark tilted his head to the side in slight confusion to your words, to which you sighed heavily.

"I'm hurt Vark. I need help." You said a bit more simply. Vark recognised the phrase from when you trained him years ago, and immediately ran around the corner of the alleyway in search of some suitable help.

Who are you kidding? This is Hell. Why would anyone want to help? You sighed and placed your fingers on the bridge of your nose to attempt to relieve some stress that was building up.

What a rotten day.

+++

Minutes turned into hours, and you began to grow weary that something had happened to Vark. That is until you heard the familiar pat pat of Vark's fins.

You looked up from the corner you were hiding in, and noticed a very tall demoness was approaching you with Vark and-was that Molly?

"Oh my gosh! Are you alright?!" The demoness exclaimed with pure worry in her tone. You smiled weakly and shook your head.

"No, I-I'm sorry if I'm a bit of an inconvenience. You see, I was kinda kicked out of Heaven? And I'm injured from falling. . ." You babbled on. Maybe you hit your head harder than you thought.

The demoness held a sympathetic gaze in her eyes, and she looked over to her companion who was observing you as if you were an anomaly.

"Wait, you're from Heaven?"

You nodded your head, and the fellow seemed to get all smiley. Why? Who knows.

"That's crazy toots! Ya know, my sister is up there, I wonder if you eveh got to meet 'er."

You shrugged nonchalantly.

"I didn't meet much folk up there. I'm not much for socialising."

The spider-like dude nodded his head in understanding.

"'Tis fine, we are all different. Anyway, the name is Angel Dust, and this is her majesty Charlie." He pointed to himself then waved one of his other arms to the blonde demoness, who you now know as Charlie.

She was beaming with complete and utter joy. Why do they both smile so much when they are in the fiery pits of inferno?

"You need to come back with us and tell us EVERYTHING! You could be so helpful for my hotel!" Charlie began, but then immediately stopped once she noticed you were very much lost.

"I'm so sorry for being so direct with you! I'm Charlie, as Angel said. I should've asked if you wanted our help first. I mean, of course you want my help! I mean, do you?" She awkwardly trailed off when she noticed that you were staring at her as if she had grown another head.

Hotel? What does she mean by that?

"What she is trying to ask is if you needed a place to stay?" Angel asked, brushing his hands through his hair (was it hair?) and smoothing it over. His hair (it was definitely not hair but you didn't know what else to call it.) reminded you of Molly, and your heart ached at the thought of Kai and Molly going to your apartment and not finding you there.

You felt tears welled up in your eyes, but you tried hard to not look like you were about to burst into a puddle of sadness and utter hopelessness.

Charlie noticed this, however, and she crouched down to your height and engulfed you with the warmest hug you've ever received in a long time. You felt the dam break, and immediately you began to sob. At this point, you don't even know what you are crying over.

Maybe it's for everything that has happened over the past-decade?

Decades?

You were not entirely sure at this point honestly.

You both eventually entangled each other from the hug, and she offered you a hand to help you up. You took it gratefully, and stood up slowly to prevent yourself from falling back over. Charlie smiled at you softly, to which you grinned back.

"Alright now, are we headin’' back to the Hotel?" Angel asked with a hint of impatience in his voice. Charlie nodded her head, but looked back at you to make sure that is what you wanted. You properly smiled that time, and they both took the answer as 'yes'.

+++

The hotel was nothing like how you imagined. You learned on the trip there that the hotel was a place where sinners dwelled to try and redeem themselves to earn salvation.

That was the most wholesome thing you thought you would ever hear in Hell. There's hope for you yet.

You were currently in the lounge of the hotel, where a lot of 'group activities' took place on a daily basis. You and Vark were on top of a very comfortable couch that was tucked away in a corner. You were honestly so comfy, that you felt yourself dozing off. Until you heard a voice that made you want to rip your ears off.

"Why, hello! I didn't know our beloved Charlie had once again found another unfortunate soul to try out her silly project!"

The man's voice sounded muffled, almost as if he was speaking through some sort of antique microphone from ages ago. You made eye-contact with the looming figure, and noticed he reassembled a deer in a strange and unique way.

Who the Hell was this man? And why is he so-red?

As if he could read your mind, he shoved his hand in your face to shake and practically announced to the hotel who he was.

"The name is Alastor! Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!" You smile you returned was weak but you still shook his hand, and sighed when you realised he wasn't about to break your hand like the other guy. Mr. Heart or whatever his name was.

That stupid prick. You were mad at him again.

"No need to frown, dear! Smile some more! You're never fully dressed without one!"

This Alastor was starting to get on your nerves. And he seemed to be a staff member of the place, which only meant you would be seeing him a lot. That is if you stayed. Also, his own smile was slightly unnerving. . .not to mention kind of creepy.

"Alastor! Leave the poor girl alone." you heard Charlie call from another part of the lounge. Alastor rolled his eyes before he turned hot on his heels to argue back that he was simply 'introducing' himself.

Whatever, you didn't really care.

You stood up from the couch, Vark following closely, and began to sneak away from the chaos of the Hotel. You eventually found yourself on the sidewalks of the busy street of some part of town.

One thing you noted was how many bright neon lights decorated the sides of buildings and billboards. Vark seemed to be lost in the flashing colours and noises of the advertisements playing on TV's.

There were so many TV's. Which triggered a long lost memory that you never remembered from your time in Heaven.

It was a year or so after you and Vincent got married. He had just landed a job as a news reporter for a small company that was local to your hometown. You were aware that he loved all the new technology that was being released too quickly to follow up on. But you never expected him to one day bring back an extremely expensive TV for your living room.

"Vincent! What on Earth did you get this time?"

He rolled his eyes and rolled a portable box TV into the kitchen for you to examine.

"I got us a TV. It's especially for you so you can watch me when I'm on the afternoon news." He said with a cheeky smile. You chuckled at his antics and headed over to him to give him a hug.

"You're such an attention seeker, and you're also adorable."

He only laughed at that, and hugged you back just as tightly as you.

"Only for you doll, only for you."

The memory faded, and it left you standing idiotically in the middle of the sidewalk. That was new, and not to mention, so heartwarming.

You missed Vincent. A lot. And you were aware you kept thinking about him. Must be because your memories are no longer blocked.

Vark began to bark at an advertisement when you noticed a man with a TV for a head appeared on one of the TV's close to you. He was talking about some sort of security system, but you didn't care. What you did care about was how familiar his grin was to you.

That wasn't a coincidence, was it?

Vark distracted you from your thoughts when he began to run away when the scent of seafood wafted through the air. You out called after him and began to spring after the shark.

How does an animal run so fast with fins?

You once again got lost in your thoughts and didn't notice that you and your runaway shark were headed towards a huge crowd that was forming in front of a building nearby. Vark, being so small, ran in between the demons of all sizes and continued on his way. You were about to do the same until you ran into someone and knocked yourself and the stranger down.

"Woah! Careful where you're running off to!"

"I am so sorry!" You squealed when you realised that you had unintentionally caused a scene. You had landed completely on top of a random person; in front of a huge crowd; and it was the same man with the TV head.

Ah, what luck you had. Your thoughts were cut off when the TV headed man began to look you up and down, which made you very...uncomfortable? But his gaze felt familiar, as if instinct was telling you you knew this strange man.

"I feel like I've seen you before, do I know you?" He began, but you cut him off when you scrambled to your feet when you noticed Vark returned to you with some fish in his mouth. Or what you assumed was fish.

"Vark! You are in so much trouble!" You announced, bending over to pick up the mischievous land-shark that has caused oh-so-many problems with you today.

You heard people around you murmur, to which you raised your brow to, but decided to ignore. You turned back around to again apologise to the man you so rudely knocked over, but found him staring at you as if you had hung the stars in the sky.

What was his deal?

You heard him mumble your name, which definitely made you jump a bit.

"What was that?"

He rushed over to you instantly and immediately grabbed your arm and pulled you into the building the crowd was forming around, completely ignoring all the commotion that began to arise outside.

You both eventually reached a secluded corridor, and you found yourself standing in close proximity with the man.

Who even is he? And what the fuck gave him the right to drag you around like a doll?

He called your name again, and you felt his hands gently cup your cheeks. You met his artificial gaze, and you all but gasped when it all finally clicked.

Vincent Holland. Your long lost and beloved husband.

"V-Vincent?" You stammered, completely bewildered that you had somehow found him in a city with millions of people. Maybe luck was truly on your side finally.

"H-how?" You started, but got cut off when a pair of digital lips met yours in a sweet kiss. Your eyes widened in shock: you were kissing a TV. But this was also your husband. (Who had a screen for a head somehow…)

You closed your eyes and wrapped your arms around his neck and deepened the kiss, humming softly when he began to bite and suck at your lips. You pulled away, however, when Vark began to cry from the lack of your attention.

"Vark! Stop it!" you scolded him. Vincent chuckled at the interaction to which you raised a brow.

"What's so funny?"

"Oh nothing. I also have a land-shark named Vark." he stated as if it were the most obvious thing. Your eyes widened in disbelief.

"Are you being serious?"

"Yes, doll. I got him as soon as I found out you could have one. And I named him Vark because, well, we always joked about it."

You smiled so sweetly at this. You and Vincent coincidently having a pet shark and naming them the same was just too heartwarming to you. You pulled him back into another kiss, to which Vincent welcomed whole-heartedly.

You pulled away after a minute when your lungs burned for air, and noticed Vincent was staring at you adoringly.

"What is it?" You asked.

"I thought I would never see you again. You don't know how much I've missed you. I looked for you everywhere as soon as I was able to to it safely. Even though it didn't happen as fast as I wanted, I knew I would always find you." he whispered. He kissed your head gently, which you leaned into slightly.

You felt your heart ache a little, when you realised that he probably didn't get to live in an oblivious bliss to your absence. A perk of living in Heaven, you supposed, was the lack of memory of anything that could make you wish the fiery pits of Inferno.

"Me too Vincent, me too. I'm so glad that I found you again." you placed your forehead against his (screen), and shared a loving embrace.

You and your beloved Vincent, was once again, united. 

i finally looked over it, and part one of the prologue is up. if there is any mistakes i didnt catch, feel free to let me know!

also, i love vark. he carries this story ngl.

But I still will because this story felt very. . .rushed. even though it's so DAMN LONG HOLY SHIT.

-will

[certifiedlesbianvampire]

CAN THEY COOK?- project: eden's garden cooking headcanons

detailed explanation for each placement, starting from "let them cook" to "do not let them in a kitchen unsupervised." everything's below the cut:

LET THEM COOK

-ingrid and eloise have big families and they have siblings, so it only makes sense they can cook well. desmond's mom and dad run a chain restaurant, so i feel like he'd be a good cook by proxy. -if there are people you trust to take you to a good restaurant, i feel like it'd be wenona, toshiko, and jean. partially vibes based but wenona would know when those ingredients are good and fresh, toshiko would appreciate expensive but also simple and affordable meals and jean has enough experience around his crew to understand how people's palates differ (as well as having tried a variety of dishes) -grace is an athlete. she will have her "cheat days" but other than that she is DEDICATED. veggies and grains before playing and protein after. i feel like she'd hate those weird health shakes though. she makes and breaks the rules as she wishes

-kai is the type of guy who strikes me as someone who is a good cook. there are a few dishes he can make off the top of his head and they're probably all specific internet dishes (i.e. pancakes, breakfast bowl, veggie pasta... myriad of drinks etc.) buttt i think if you asked him to just fry an egg he'd somehow burn it.

-damon's parents probably taught him how to cook as a life skill and also as #bondingtime. he'd probably know how to make some traditional japanese dishes but like i also feel like he gets a bit lazy with cooking sometimes (either because he's too locked in studying or he's just tired). so like, a bowl of cereal or a boiled egg and plain toast and a banana. i like to think kai and co. bring him to restaurants or cook with him so it's easier.

-diana, diana, diana. if you believe that she is italian then i do think she could cook some great italian food. but in all honesty i feel like half of her meals are things you don't have to cook (as in over a stove or in an oven). diana 100% is a baker though. she is the type of person to bring freshly baked brownies for the class. i headcanon she, ingrid, toshiko and eloise help her out.

What the hell, sure.

-i am so hard pressed to believe these guys eat enough veggies.

-all busy + don't feel like cooking + it's faster to take out food. once in a while they will cook but it is rare. their food is edible to them and that's all that matters

-cassidy is a MENACE on the grill though (proof? that one eden's island promotional art). ask her to fucking grill anything and she will DELIVER. same goes with jett but i believe cassidy is the better grill dad here

-this is a joke but why can I see jett, cassidy and mark going to restaurants guy fieri style

DO NOT LET THEM COOK

-i feel like eva is the type of person to be like "i can cook" but she ABSOLUTELY cannot. you'll be in the kitchen with her and she would be too embarrassed to admit she can't despite the fact she is continuously failing. she gets the hang of it after a while -wolfgang doesn't know how to do his own laundry so i assume he can't cook (bc he spent all his time studying as a kid) -if you asked ulysses if he could cook he'd be like "sort of?" he can follow a recipe, but if something goes wrong he panics a bit. i think he forgets to feed himself sometimes -i think tozu would make a mean shepard's pie (pun not intended). i feel like he likes french food. while he jokes about british food he finds it very unexciting and bland. he is genuinely a good cook but would absolutely troll you by putting a "secret ingredient" in his food (i.e. putting pineapple in lasagna) unfortunately, this would be ineffective on someone like kai or eva who like "weirder" food combos

[taehyunsluvr]

Baked goods

Warnings: nsfw, afab!reader, sub!taehyun, meandom!reader (?), premature orgasm, oral (m receiving), not proof read, shitty plot, kinda brat taming if u squint real hard

Lmk if I missed any <3 !! MDNI !!

Summary: Your work friends have tried to help you succeed in your love life but it never seemed to work out. Until you meets your neighbor who's innocence intrigues you.

Word Count: about 2K

a/n: Ik this is shitty I've never written a fanfic before so I'll try doing different plots than basic ones like this (This isn't proof read so sorry for dumb mistakes lol)

You looked down at your buzzing phone. Is this why you always set 17 alarms? Because none of them could wake you up correctly? Either way you sighed deeply and flung your legs over the edge of the bed. The cold wood floor of your new apartment, the open window with a gentle breeze, everything about your new life was perfect. Except one thing. Every one of your friends, AND I MEAN EVERY ONE, had started getting into relationships, and here you were, in your apartment, alone. The only good part, was you had your options open. That was something only single people could do. Naturally. You sighed, got ready for work (which was one of the only things keeping you going at this point), and left your new apartment in a hurry. Sleeping through you alarms definitely didn't help with your time management.

You finally got to work. Your once clean and put together hair was now disheveled. At work you don't have many friends, but the ones you did have were the best you could ask for. As soon as you walked to your desk, your two coworkers and best friends decided to talk to you. "Hey Y/N do you have a date to the wedding?" One of them says. You look up at them, "No I don't why do you ask?" Your other friend answers, "We were just curious cause the wedding is next week. We wanted to know if you were coming single."

The two of them sit down on the opposite side of you. You can't say no. They're both too sweet. But what you really don't understand is why they would assume that you're gonna show up single. It almost made you annoyed. "No. I'm not coming alone." you say, making both of them look at each other. "Then who are you bringing?"

You shrug, "I'm bringing my boyfriend. You've both met him before."

You can't believe yourself right now. You lied about having a boyfriend. You didn't even know that there was going to be a wedding. You think about retorting your lie, but you don't think that you can because they were way too excited. "I knew it! I told you she would have someone."

The blonde girl, Winter, says to the black haired boy, Huening Kai, Hyuka for short. "Yeah yeah. I'm just surprised that she hasn't told us anything about him yet." Winter puts her hand on your shoulder, "I can't wait to see the guy you bring. If hes not hot I'm kicking him out." "I want to meet him." Hyuka says as he stands up. You nod.

"Why did I do that.." You say to your self as soon as you leave work. They're probably not even going to believe you once they meet your 'boyfriend'. You don't know how but I have to come up with someone or something. Then literally just as you're thinking that, you crash into something tall and hard.

"What the hell..?" You say as you back up and look at the man you just bumped into. Is this a romcom? How is he so handsome? And how did you just happen to bump into him right now..

You pray to whatever god gave you this chance in your head.

"Watch where you're going." He says coldly. Maybe you weren't so lucky. He was a bitch. A brat. But you played it off. It didn't really matter how he acted. That wasn't important. You try your best to put on a nice face. "Oh no! I'm sorry. Are you okay?" You ask him. He steps back, dusting off his clothes. "I'm fine. But watch where you're going." "I'm so so sorry." You say, reaching out your hand to brush off his jacket. He looks at my hand, then back at me. "No, it's fine. Just watch out next time."

You nod and look him up and down. He's very attractive. You could definitely take him to the wedding. But what if he already has a girlfriend? There's so much to consider. "Um, are you still here?" He says, making you snap back from your thought. "Oh yeah. Sorry. I was just thinking." you reply, careful not to break your composure.

"So uh.. Would you mind giving me your number so we can keep in touch? I mean if you're okay with it." You say. Seriously? How fucking corny was that. He looks at me.

"Why would you want my number?" "Well because you're cute and I'd like to get to know you better." "Really?" He laughs but clearly is flustered. A slightly smile

"So would you be willing to give me your number?" "Yeah sure." He takes his phone out and types something on it. He hands it to you, "There you go." You add the number reading the name " Kang Taehyun" on his screen. You completely forgot to ask for his name before. You walk away and to head home. Was this a dream or real life. You can't believe you just asked someone for their number. If you didn't already tell Winter and Hyuka that you had a boyfriend you would have totally been bragging to them about this.

As you walk, you realize that you're both heading in the same direction. Is he stalking you or is it just a coincidence? Maybe getting his number really did raise your confidence a little but too much.

"Are you stalking me or something?" you say, laughing.

He turns his head, "No, I'm not. I'm just going to the same place as you. But thanks for the offer." You scoff. "I own the bakery down here."

You're slightly taken aback by the fact that HES a baker. You would have thought he was a personal trainer, a model, something like that. "Lets walk together then." You pull him by his arm to be closer to you. He doesn't move away. You get to the bakery's front steps, pausing before he invites you in awkwardly. "We're closed right now but I need someone to test some of our new recipes anyways. This was your chance. You could possibly make him fall for you so you could take him to the wedding. So you take the chance to ask him if he's in a relationship. "I'm guessing you don't have a girlfriend..?"

"No. Not at the moment."

"A handsome guy like you should have a girlfriend. Or a boyfriend. Whatever you're into." You sit at the bar of the bakery crossing you arms while leaning on the cold table top. He has basically no reaction. Is this guy celibate or just extremely experienced to the point nothing effects him. "Thanks, but I'm not interested in dating anyone at the moment." You ask "Why not? You look to be around that age." "Because I don't want to. I'm only 22." He answers while sorting through the different options of baked goods. You hesitate. You want to act how you usually would around guys, but thinking back on your past experiences maybe that wasn't such a good idea.

"Why? No guy wants to be single."

He looks confused by what you meant. "So you've never gotten to third base in other words. I could tell by how many times you've checked me out." You threw the entire friendly girl act out the window, even though he invited you into his bakery out of his own 'kindness' after hours. "I- No I didn't.. Im just.." He says stopping his movement, tensing up while dodging your eyes, moving them to various objects around the shop.

"Give me a break. You're too obvious. At least try to be conspicuous about it." You run your fingers through your hair while teasing him. The dimly lit bakery almost seemed to help push the mood in the direction you were hoping for. You're enjoying this. Usually the guys you talked to before would start getting defensive and concerningly aggressive if you spoke to them this way. But he almost seemed to like the way you were talking down to him. "Take off your apron." You meant it to sound like a request but it ended up sounding like a full on demand.

He stayed silent and surprisingly complied. You raised an eyebrow. Did you misread him for a virgin? He gave in too easily. Either way, it didn't matter. Bringing him to the wedding wasn't your goal anymore. He slid off his apron, and you burst out in a laughter.

"I knew you were a pervert. You really are a virgin. This is too funny." You stood up and walked around the counter.

"Im not a pervert-" His words were cut short by the force of you hand on his hardness. He could barely form a sentence. His hips bucked shamelessly into your touch.

"How are you explaining this to me then? Use your words. I'll stop if you want, but I know you wanted this." He didn't even bother to respond. His head fell onto your shoulder, and you could feel his warm breath on your skin.

"No I... keep going.." He says between bated breaths. He let out a louder whimper as you gripped his cock. He leaned back up, his bangs messily covering his eyes. "Please.."

You stopped and unbuttoned his work trousers, they fell to pool around his ankles. He definitely wasn't small. You weren't confident you could fit it all but you had already left all your reasoning at the door as soon as you entered. You kneeled down, and without hesitation took his whole length down in one go.

As you slowly moved, you could sense how sensitive he was. His cock was begging for attention, twitching at every small movement you made. He was moaning softly, and breathing heavily. You pull your mouth off, teasing his tip with your tongue. You digged your tongue into his slit and swirled you tongue around his swollen glistening tip. He let out a strained moan. Even though you couldn't see him, you could already tell that he was a nervous wreck. You forced his length back down your throat, taking whatever you couldn't fit into your hands. You could feel his hands almost grabbing your hair, but as soon as he felt you slightly halt he moved them firmly to his sides. He shivered profusely. His whimpers grew louder.

"Wait I-" Without warning you feel his hot seamen spurt out onto your tongue-- and also practically all over your face. It was sweet, with a hint of saltiness. You could tell he took care of himself. "I-I'm so sorry I didn't mean to.." You wipe the bit that got on your face and stood up.

"Open your mouth."

"Huh? Why-" You pushed your fingers forcefully into his mouth, hitting the back of his throat. He gagged around your fingers and moaned lightly due to the sensation. You pulled them out slowly, wiping his saliva on his own shirt. His face glistening with sweat as it beaded on his forehead. His hair was sticking to it, but it somehow made him look cuter.

"You're so kinky for a virgin."

His eyes slightly widened on your judge of his character.

"Not at all! You just- it was so sudden.." His was still breathing heavily from his intense premature orgasm. You helped him pull his work pants back on. You couldn't believe you escalated the situation this far. The scent of the baked goods somehow managed to mask the lewd scent of cum that was usually so pertinent.

"So.. do you have any plans in the next two weeks?" "Not really.." He was still attempting to retrieve his composure. You could tell he wanted more, but you weren't seemingly willing to comply. "There's a wedding coming up and I want you to come with me. My coworkers are quite literally dying to meet you." "Why?" "They think we're dating." "And why would they think that? We just met today.."

"Because I told them we are.. and you should repay me. Even if you wasted my gift on that weak excuse for an ejaculation."

[sparkanonymous]

The first episode of Season 3 came out on YouTube, so it's time for my annoying notes again!

⚠️ Spoilers for Dragons Rising S3 ⚠️

I hope the new episodes come out quickly for the English version. I'm very intrigued to see what happens.

Reminder: These are my initial reactions. I may be stupid or forgetful, especially since it's been a while since I've watched the first two seasons. If something I say is wrong or if it's clear I missed something, lemme know!

The Missing

I know Labo is just for the kids, to have like... a funny character to watch, but I do find him annoying here. Mostly because he makes the obvious reactions that are supposed to be made, and they try to make it seem more funny.

Whoa, Fugidove front and center on the screen?

I don't really know why Sora was so confident her baking was good. As far as I'm aware, she didn't really help with the baking, or at least didn't help make the filling. Did she just think, "Oh, that's easy! I can do that!" without checking if she actually could? Either way, she should've at least tasted the first pie she made and went from there instead of assuming it was good.

Ah, imagining your boyfriend but being rudely interrupted by your brother making an annoying noise. Peak sibling duo here.

I kind of wish that they would just skip the recap. This will be super annoying on rewatch because I tend to binge, and getting to the recap episode (being this first episode of the season) is gonna be a slog to get through again. Yeah, they're adding some new things here, but do I really need to be reminded that Arin's gone or the Jay's without his memories? That was a whole thing at the end of season 2 and the middle of season 1 respectively.

I do like that Cole got to spend a bit with Lloyd to comfort him. It's nice to see. Also, first mention of Geo and the Finders! I can't wait for them to be mentioned throughout the whole season.

Ooh, we get to see more Frak!

Did Mr. Frohicky's VA change?

The way Frak turns with the weight of his head is very interesting. I don't remember any of the Hypnobrai or species with longer necks doing that in previous seasons.

Aw, c'mon, Sora. Frak is really fun! I hope they become besties, too.

Great, more awkward cuts between different plotlines of the story. My favorite... (Personal taste seriously ruins watching experience.)

Of course Sora's pie tastes like rubber, being a sort of mechanic.

OH COME ON, Zane's first appearance of the season, and he just HAS to mention he's a nindroid. Zane knows what tastes good, so it doesn't matter if he has taste buds; he would know Sora's pies taste like ass. Also, he better express some sort of emotion, especially whenever Pixal comes back. That's his life partner!

Aw, Zane immediately thinking of Pixal and talking about how smart and attractive she is...

... Frak, is there something you'd like to tell Sora? Are they gonna be more than besties? Honestly? I can see it. But does every ninja have to be paired with another character? I kinda thought Sora would be single. Maybe Arin will be the single one?

Sora is so real for that. Like, an exploding pie is helping Zane figure out what happened to Arin. That makes no sense. But it is funny and adds to the dry humor with Sora's exasperation.

"-If you call that baking-" "Please stop talking." Sora being embarrassed and annoyed is probably the funniest thing so far. I love stuff like that.

Kai is insane lmao

Whoa, vengestone mention?

Frak, don't believe in someone called "Intelligent George".

Why isn't Zane trying to freeze the puppet?

Ooh, the pretty sword.

Frak is so silly <3

Magically appearing tracks. My favorite...

Lmao Nya pretending like she was just gonna ditch Kai and Wyldfyre.

Wow, they made those wanted posters pretty quickly, especially with all of the fire still set around the place.

How the hell were those two able to run after having their life practically sucked out of them?

Aight, I enjoyed seeing everybody, but Zane is kind of disappointing already and it's only the first episode. I was hoping they would stop treating him like that, but I guess the writers got too exhausted giving all the personality to Kai, Nya, Wyldfyre, Sora, and Frak. Lloyd was kind of sidelined, which I find a little weird, but I'm sure he'll get a lot more focus these coming episodes, especially whenever Arin shows up on screen again. I didn't see Jay, so I'm assuming he's more of a solo act than with any of the evil groups. Maybe he'll be added to Forbidden Five after one of the five gets shoved out, or he just joins and makes it the Forbidden Six. Otherwise, he kind of just looks like a fanboy, which would kind of be funny and show that Jay is really still somewhere in there. I am also disappointed that we barely got any Cole and nothing more than a mention of Geo and the Finders, but I kinda feel like they aren't gonna have much to do this season.

[camp-queer-and-there]

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[jeahreading]

(This mood board is freaking awesome and everything you really need to know about me, the love of my life @im-on-crack-send-help made this)

(Right I think It's time for me to finally get this over with )

Helloo and Welcome to my Blog, This is Primarily a Writer/readerBlr, but there are other things too(Particularly listening to podcasts ) since I can't be bothered to make a side one.

My reader side - I am an avid reader and am almost always in the middle of a book, I will be updating here on which books I'm reading

Current read list -

Dracula (Bram Stoker)

The Screaming Staircase (Jonathan Stroud)

A Dance with the Fae Prince (Elise Kova)

American Prometheus: The Triumph and Tragedy of J. Robert Oppenheimer (Kai Bird)

The Silver Birds (Apolline Lucy)

That Night (Nidhi Upadhyay)

The Complete Adventures of Feluda, Vol 1 (Satyajit Ray)

The Da Vinci Code (Dan Brown)

The God of Small Things (Arundhati Roy)

The War of Lanka (Amish Tripathi) (YES I CAN FINALLY TAKE THIS OFF MY LIST I HAVE FINALLY FINISHED THIS I CAN'T BE HAPPIER)

City of Bones (Cassandra Clare)

Circe (Madeline Miller)

The Housemaid is Watching (Freida McFadden)

And that's all I can remember Right about now , Yes I'm reading 10 books or more simultaneously, no I do not have an explanation to that.

My main Genre is Historical Fiction, Fantasy, Mystery and thriller, But I do love widening my scope so do recommend me any books you might think may pique my interest. 😁

My reader side also includes me obsessing over podcasts, I'm including my Favourite podcasts here too, and I assure you they are amazing!

Podcasts for you - I usually listen to them on Spotify and love True crime, mystery, Murder mysteries etc. Here they are -

Rotten Mango by Stephanie Soo (True Crime) - I wouldn't suggest you listen to this if you get disgusted or scared easily, I usually am not affected by these kinds of things and I was still very disturbed, The first 2 episodes are quite... I would suggest you research about it more before you listen to it.

Baking a Murder by Stephanie Soo (Books and movies) - This podcast is again one of my favourites, the way she explains the movie is just so immersive, if you want to understand a story but don't have time to sit down and read the book/watch the movie then this is for you.

7 Suspects by Cryptic Radio(Murder Mystery ) - OH MY GOD, holy- this is probably one of the best mystery podcasts I've ever listened to, tbh you think you know what is going on and till the very end that is kinda sorta true, but then in the like the last 5 moments the plot twist so intense you are left sinking on to the floor thinking "What just happened", listen to, right now.

Magnus Archives by Rusty Quill (Story? horror? not sure what it comes under) - I've started listening to it after getting intense FOMO and can confirm it's going pretty well, I mean I have a LOT to catch up to, but I can say, it's caught my interest.

Murder in HR by Caspian Studios (Murder Mystery) - Again OH MY GOD, again, this is one of the best mystery podcasts I've ever listened to, I mean yeah, the gym ad thingy gets a little bit annoying but the rest of the story compensates for it, again, you think you know where you are going, again up until the very end you just don't know what the hell is going on, and again (Do you see a pattern) when the mystery hits you you are flabbergasted, soo I suggest give it a listen(also kinda obsessed with the soundtrack).

Murphy's Inc. by 97toNow Productions (Scifi mystery) - This is one of the better ones, I'm still listening to it and it's just actually really good, It's kinda the thing you listen to once a day, kinda relaxing (for me at least )

Ok, so this one is a bit different, there is a podcast Caso 63: Enigma: Spotify studios but it's in Spanish which I still haven't quite learnt and I didn't know this existed. I was recommended 2063 theke Esechi by Spotify Studios which is in Bengali which I do, in fact, understand. It was voiced by one of my favourite actors and I was absolutely in love with it, It feels like I wasn't listening to a podcast but a movie and there is so much confusion and so many twists. This podcast has been made in other languages as well, the other two ik are Case 63 (In English) and Virus 2062(In Hindi). So check it out!!

Treat by C13Features (Horror, gory) - This is like a podcast movie, it's around 2 hours long maybe? this is pretty good I would say, you can give it a listen.

Welcome to Night Vale by Night Vale Presents (Absurdity?) - I really don't think I need to say anythi_-_- HAIL THE GLOWCLOUD.

Morning Cup of Murder by Morning Cup of Murder (True Crime) - True crime yk...

The Sounds of Nightmares by Little Nightmares - Bandai Namco Europe (Horror, gore, mystery) - Uhh it's a little unnerving how detailed the actions of characters are As if they were compensating for the fact that there are no visuals, but it was pretty good I would say(Also like the soundtrack)

My writer side- My most popularly known name is Jeah (jee - ah) and I'll be using that here, I am a new author getting started on writing. I still have a looong way to go but, I enjoy writing very much even though my mind and body are definitely not on par with my will to write which is why my second unintended hobby is procrastination. Most of the time that I'm here on Tumblr I am supposed to be doing some other work, like right now.

Anywaysss here are my current WIP's

Mirror My Way - This is my first and only properly published Book. Tbh Not very proud of it, I did it in a hurry, because I took part in the school's Writing program, did nothing the whole year, and finished it in the last week, I honestly think It had potential but I kinda ruined it trying to finish it within the deadline. I wouldn't recommend you read it, It was supposed to be a part of a duology or trilogy but I think I'm just gonna let it sit in the corner for now, let it be there, think upon its mistakes, it did wrong 😤.

Tots and Coffee - Now this one I like better, this was actually inspired by the Scam Caller post here on Tumblr. Kinda had a sudden burst of inspiration and Wrote the first Chapter and since then it's still going pretty strong. Unlike the previous one, it is there on Ao3 if you wish to read it 😁.

I dunno what to call this but I occasionally write short stories in the replies of Pinterest pins when I come across writing prompts. This isn't a wip exactly but , I once posted the starting of a story and jokingly wrote "Continue-!" at the end thinking that would be the end of it, but someone did eventually continue it and that led to a string of events and a very weirdly Eledritch, beautiful Frankestine story formation, I'll be posting it slowly here on Tumblr as well, so keep checking!

Forgot to put it in earlier, but check out @the-writers-corner-inc It's a group blog I initiated, and you can find lots of fun stories, prompts, visuals and more!!

Oh just a side note, I amde another side blog where I post the answer of the everyday wordle.@answer-of-the-everyday-wordle

And that's about it, I don't what else to say, but while you're here, grab a cup of coffee or tea, pick out a book and read a page, I'm right here on the other side with a book as well, let's be booky buddies 😄😄😃😃🍵☕

[boundtosuffer]

manbehindtheshield​:

“Oh, come on. I can afford food.” He couldn’t help but grin when she said he shouldn’t be spending money. Steve was a typical starving artist but he wasn’t living out of a cardboard box – yet. With a little shrug of his shoulders but still with the grin on his face, he said. “At least let me buy you a drink or something afterwards. You’ll probably need one after putting up with me for the day.” He was so not good at this flirting thing, was he?

She rattled off a bunch of different rinks there were but none of them sounded good enough. He didn’t care where they ended up because he was usually always up for whatever. “Hey, where ever you want to go is totally fine with me. I can meet you there or we can go together.”

He was happy to hear that she wasn’t put off by the idea of coming to his place for the art lesson. Shit– what the hell was he even going to teach her? She said she couldn’t draw at all but maybe there was something she wanted to learn. “Oh, hell, I can’t turn down pie.” He grinned again. Steve loved food of all kinds. When he wasn’t doing art, he loved to explore the city and find all kinds of new restaurants to try out. Baked goods where some of his favorites. “I live on coffee, too.” He opened the door of the cafe for her and allowed her to go inside before following in after. “So how did you exactly get into the PI business?” He asked as they made their way into the line. His eyes scanning over the menu as he decided on what to get. “I never hired a PI before but my buddy’s ex girlfriend hired one to spy on him because she thought he was messing around with someone else. Turns out he wasn’t.”

“I wouldn’t want you to feel obliged to buy me anything. Because, really, you don’t have to.” She said, her smile paling in comparison with his grin. She was all for getting free food, but she didn’t want him to think she expected so. Besides, it was her the one that’d came up with the idea of teaching him how to manage himself on the ice. It’s not like she’d be putting up with him against her will. Quite the contrary, indeed.      “I can pick you up, if you want. I’ll drive us there. And you’ll be thankful at the end of the day to have someone to drive you back home, believe me. We’ll do proper stretching so you don’t end up too sore. . . But you’ll feel it, sooner or later. Skating is a hell of an exercise.” And she wasn’t selling it in the most appealing way, was she? But she was truthful. As fun as skating was, and as much as she loved it, it couldn’t be denied that it was a tough sport that required discipline and a mighty will. And money, a ridiculous amount of it.      “Oh-kay then, it’s settled! I’ll bake some pie. Take it as an apology for the atrocities you may get to see when you sit me down to draw.” She walked right beside him, offering a slight nod when he opened the door for her. “It’s. . . Complicated. But long story short, I’ve been doing research since I was a teen. Investigating stuff, helping out my—” then, she paused. She normally didn’t speak about Adam, her adoptive father. Her mentor. And another person she’d lost along the way. “—boss. I guess it only made sense that I ended up in this line of work. Not to mention the fact that I’m in command, so I can do things my way every single time.” Much to one of her contact’s dismay. “Well, uhm, I don’t take that kind of cases. Definitely not my territory. But we’ve heard enough about me, haven’t we? Tell me more about yourself.”   

manbehindtheshield​:

“Hey, if you can just get me to go around the rink once or twice without me doing the splits then I’ll be a happy boy.” He said with a light chuckle. Steve wasn’t huge into sports – he liked to run and swim and play baseball but that was the extent of it. Though learning to skate would be a lot of fun maybe he’d actually be able to participate at Rockefeller Center this winter. Steve caught her eye when she looked back at the shop. He was definitely holding her up from where ever she was going.

“I’ve got a lot of free time, like I said. So we can go whenever you want to. I’ll buy you dinner after my lesson – as a gift for being patient with me.” A grin spread across his face. “If that’s okay? So where is this rink at? Not in the city?” There were definitely ice skating rinks in NYC but she made it sound like this one wasn’t. Maybe it was her special place or something. Hell, maybe she owned it.

“Ummm, sure, I can give you an art lesson first. Would you mind coming to my place in Brooklyn? My-my apartment…” Hopefully, she wouldn’t be put off by the invite to his place. He wasn’t going to try anything. “It’s, uh …I have my studio there. It’s not the rec center but I can’t use that unless I’m teaching an actual class.” He watched as she dug out a card and handed it to him. His eyes widened when she told him that she was a P.I. “Wow, uh, no…no I did not,” he laughed with a hint of nervousness in his voice. “That’s really cool, though. It’s lovely to meet you, Evangeline.” He took the card and put it in his shirt pocket. “Am I keeping you from work? Could I get you another coffee or something?”

“Sometimes I can do some magic.” She said, finishing what little was left of her coffee. She played around with the travel mug, fingers tapping against it rhythmically. Skating was the only sport she was really into and practised religiously. She went out and froze her ass off to get down new moves, and perfect those she already knew. Over and over again she went through her programs, jumping until her bones seemed to be about to break, spinning until the world was nothing but a blur. Repetition after repetition, under the vigilance of her coach, she’d turned a simple hobby into something more. Something nerve-wracking at times, but oh-so-fulfilling.      “No need to, love. You were supposed to be getting money, not spending it, remember?” And she kind of had gotten in the way, interrupting what he was doing. Should she feel guilty about it? He’d said he wasn’t even all too fond of the idea, so probably not. “All the outdoor rinks are closed for obvious reasons. Now, for indoors. . . The one in Queens? Absolute no. I don’t need a birthday party going on and kiddos all around while I try to skate. The Coney Island one is closed, Chelsea’s is on the expensive side but could work. Others just offer public sessions on weekends or are too crowded or. . . I just don’t find ‘em good enough, I guess.” If only she owned a rink——actually, no. That would certainly require far too much work to keep up with it.      “It’s okay, I don’t mind that. I’ll bring some pie, if that’s fine? Unless you like other baked goods. I can’t go empty-handed.” She said with a slight shrug. “Damn. . . I can’t say no to another coffee. It’s what keeping my brain working at this point. Lots of paperwork to go through, you know? There’s little glamour on this P.I. life.”

[dragonmuse]

I have decided my prompt! Can I please have Pete, Lucius, and Izzy having a sleepover for some reason? (Maybe the apartment is being fumigated or the carpet is being replaced or something and Pete stays with Luc and Izzy?) Bonus points if one of them makes them all do traditional sleepover stuff. Also feel free to include any of the other Callahan gang!!!

(ook so this prompt was adorable and I started in on it right away and it's uh...a little past ficlet length. enjoy!)

He was halfway through making his lunches for the week when his phone buzzed. It was Lucius’ vibration pattern, two long, one short. Sundays were a weird day for him to be calling. Really calling at all. Lucius preferred to text, even if just to ask if he could call. 

“What’s wrong?” he demanded. 

“Our heat went out,” Lucius groaned, not even pretending everything was fine for a ribbing bit about Izzy’s phone manners. Yikes. “Two hours ago.” 

“Shit.”  It was a frigid night, the kind that burrowed into the bones. “What happened?” 

“Don’t know yet, our landlord is still waiting on the repair tech. Apparently a lot of furnaces are failing with cold snap.” 

“Come over.” 

“Yeah, that’s the plan, but can I bring Pete? John and Frenchie are going to sleep in Roach’s weird second bedroom. Jim and Oluwande offered their futon-” 

“It’s fine, pup.” 

“Oh thank fuck, I really did not want him to be on that shitty futon. Thank you.” 

“Did you eat?” Izzy asked, already mentally ticking over what was in the fridge. 

“We had a lot of soup. Eating hot things was helping. Maybe just put on some decaf?” 

“I can do that.” 

“Kay, we’ll be there in a half hour.” 

Izzy finished his lunch prep, then pushed the coffee table out of the way so they could pull out the bed when they were ready to sleep. Clean linens, blankets and pillows went out onto the coffee table in easy reach. 

What the hell did one else do to prepare for an overnight guest? Last time Pete had slept over, Lucius had taken care of everything because Izzy had been concussed into uselessness.  

Izzy made a pot of decaf. He washed and put away his dishes. Everything was spotless, his cleaning lady had been by just that morning. He stood uselessly in the kitchen, listening to the coffee percolate. 

Izzy: emergency overnight guest. Necessities? 

Mary: clean place to sleep, food and drink if needed, listening ear. Should be fine.  

Izzy: thanks. how’d did Doug’s blondies go over? 

Mary: he’s the king of the bake sale. The president of the PTA hit on him. I had to intervene so he didn’t blush himself to death. 

Izzy: she hit on him in front of you? at a school event? Hilda really is a total waste of space. 

Mary:  I keep telling you. The worst. Your plan is working though. I’ll have her ousted by the end of the year. 

Izzy: good. 

That was when he heard the elevator. Phone back in his pocket, he got down mugs. Pete took sugar, he was pretty sure, so he put that in easy reach too.  

The key turned in the lock and Lucius came in with Pete hot on his heels. Usually, Izzy would expect a hello kiss. Would he still get one? Was that weird just now?

“Hi,” Lucius groaned, crossed the room and kissed him thoroughly. Not weird. Izzy relaxed a few notches. “Thank you. I know this isn’t your favorite.” 

“It’s okay,” he said readily. “There’s decaf. And clean things for the couch when you’re ready for it.” 

“Beautiful,” Lucius sighed and kissed him again, then turned to coffemaker. 

“Hi,” Pete had a duffel bag with him, slung over his shoulder. “We going to kiss hello too? Because I don’t do tongue unless you’re going to put out.” 

“Fuck off, Black,” Izzy huffed out a laugh which made Pete grin, apparently his intent. “Put your shit down and don’t trample my cat.” 

“Like Sweeney will make an appearance?” Lucius scoffed. “He’s probably trying to become one with the floor under your bed already.” 

“Probably,” Izzy agreed. 

“Hello couch!” Pete was saying. “We meet again. I’ve missed your warm embrace.” 

“He wants to replace our living room couch,” Lucius shook his head. “So, you going to go hide with the cat or watch a movie with us?” 

“I have a choice?” 

“You have a choice.” 

Izzy watched Lucius pour coffee, retrieving the small container of whole milk that only existed for him in the first place. This was Lucius’ home.  Pete was a guest, but Lucius could host as easily as Izzy, he realized. He really could just go read in the bedroom and it wouldn’t be that weird. No one would care. Lucius would tease him, but what didn’t Lucius tease him about? 

“What movie?” 

“Babe! What are we watching again?” 

“Uh, depends if I can remember my Hulu password or not. Izzy doesn’t have it,” Pete had the tv on already, flipping through the apps. 

“We don’t?” Lucius glanced at Izzy. 

“Just Netflix.” 

“Huh, I never noticed. Guess because of the cable. Oh, babe! Izzy has cable. Just check on demand!” 

“Cable?” Pete’s eyes went wide. “Wait, does that mean you have HBO?” 

“Yeah, I’m a high fucking roller.” 

“Oh shit,” Lucius groaned. “He’s been trying to get me to watch Game of Thrones forever.” 

“The one with the dragons and tits?” Izzy frowned. 

“That’s what I said. But apparently there’s a plot or something. Save me.” 

Instead, Izzy sat on one of the couch while Lucius after a moment’s hesitation, realized he was in prime position to get the most out of his lifestyle choices for once, dropping his head onto Pete’s lap and his feet onto Izzy’s so he could get his hair pet and his feet rubbed at the same time.  

“I don’t care if this show sucks ass, this is the best day of my life,” Lucius declared. 

“The show doesn’t suck,” Pete rolled his eyes, turning it on. “And you said it was the worst day of your life two hours ago.” 

“I was cold and no one would huddle with me for warmth.” 

“I had to use the bathroom, babe.” 

“Cruel abandonment.” 

Izzy really hoped neither of them noticed the trouble he was having maintaining a neutral facial expression. They were fools, but they were very entertaining ones at the moment. Then the show got underway and Izzy mostly admired the fuckoff huge swords until things got weird. 

“Wait. Aren’t they related?” Lucius asked and Izzy was relieved he didn’t have to be the one to voice it. 

“Oh yeah, it’s a whole thing.” 

Another few minutes and Izzy’s eyes went wide, “Did he just kill that kid?” 

“To keep their secret! Awful right?” 

“That’s so fucking stupid,” Izzy shook his head. “Kids are terrible witnesses, you just pull the little bastard inside and throw a lot of details at him until he gets confused, so he sounds weird when he tries to explain then send him on his way. You kill a kid and everyone is looking for the kid killer. It fucks up the whole thing.” 

“...and it’s bad to kill kids,” Lucius filled in. 

“Well fucking obviously.” 

“How do you watch any kind of tv with him?” Pete asked, with what sounded like awe. 

“It’s awesome,” Lucius grinned. “I learn so many new things.” 

“That’s like the literal plot of the first season.” 

“Yeah, cause no one else could see it coming that offing a kid is a bad idea,” Izzy huffed. 

The show was grim. People were terrible and did terrible things to each other.  Lucius fell asleep halfway through the second episode, apparently as a defense mechanism considering his constant grumbling. 

“Does it stay like this the whole time?” Izzy asked. 

“Uh, mostly? Don’t watch the last season because everyone said it was a let down.” 

“Huh. Not bad,” he decided. “Might watch more.”

“I’ve got a feeling I know who you’ll wind up liking the best,” Pete grinned. 

“Yeah?” Izzy wrinkled his nose. “Who?” 

“No, if I tell you now, you won’t believe me.” 

(It took Izzy two months to work through the show.  

“Okay,” he asked as he spotted Pete on the bench press. “Who did you think would be my favorite?” 

“Jaime Lannister.” 

“How the fuck did you know that?”

“Let’s call it a lucky guess.” 

“Who was yours?” 

“Davos Seaworth.” 

“Yeah, okay, good pick.” ) 

As soon as the noise of the show stopped, Lucius was awake. “Now I’m kind of hungry.” 

“Me too,” Pete stretched. “Soup wasn’t that filling.” 

“Oh! Iz, can we have toddler charcuterie?” 

“What’s that?” Pete blinked. 

“An Izzy special,” Lucius said solemnly. 

“Read is a blabbing brat,” Izzy determined. “But yeah, fine. I could eat too.” 

As soon as he was on his feet, Lucius was too, pulling down plates and cutting up the cheese while Izzy got down the crackers and found the remains of the salami that Pickles routinely devoured like it was going out of style. 

“Strawberries or grapes?” He checked in. 

“Grapes, thanks,” Pete watched them both with a small smile. 

“What?” Izzy set down a plate in front of him. 

“Nothing. It’s just nice, that’s all. Don’t get to see you two being all domestic.” 

“Is it domestic if one of us isn’t fully domesticated?” Lucuis teased. 

“You’ll get the hang of not biting eventually,” Izzy muttered and Pete barked out a laugh. 

“Mean, so mean,” Lucius said around his own giggles. “And you wouldn’t want me to, anyway.”  

The final plate looked almost like it was actually for adults, if Lucius hadn’t arranged the salami into eyes and the cheese into a lopsided smile. 

“Why?” Izzy asked, aggrieved. 

“So I can do this,” Pete picked up one salami eye and replaced it with a grape, “He’s a pirate now! Salami is an eyepatch.” 

Izzy rubbed his forehead with the heel of his hand. 

“Adorable,” Lucius deemed and started in on the cheese. “Oh, hey, babe, I can show you that cute pharmacy I always tell you about in the morning.” 

“Which one?” Izzy blinked. 

“You know that one that’s all old timey and does the nice window displays.” 

“It’s just not owned by a massive chain,” Izzy shrugged. “Not really sure how they managed that.” 

“It’s family-owned and the family owns the whole building,” Lucius picked up a cracker. “The girl with the Marilyn Monroe piercing, who works the register, told me when I asked.” 

“Cool, I’ve got some things I could pick up,” Pete said. 

“Wait that’s what that piercing is called?” Izzy caught up with the rest of Lucius’ statement. “Why?” 

“Cause Marilyn Monroe had a mole there and people have thought it was cool for forever, apparently.” 

“Isn’t that painful?” 

“Don’t look at me, I’m not the one who got bathtub tattoos.” 

“Come on,” Pete’s eyebrows went up. “You didn’t get your tattoos done in a bathtub?” 

“No,” Izzy said primly, suddenly very interested in the cheese. 

“Oh, I’m sorry, a bathtub might’ve been too practical,” Lucius rolled his eyes. “Bathroom floor, obviously better.” 

“That was just the dagger,” he muttered. 

“But you’re such a clean freak!” Pete protested. 

“I was younger. Probably dumber. Definitely drunker.” 

“My entire world no longer makes sense,” Pete said mournfully and finished eating his salami. 

Lucius phone buzzed and he took it out, “Okay, so apparently the furnace blew...something. Anyway, they can get someone in to fix it tomorrow. So lucky you, goblin, just a hot one night stand.” 

“If they get the part,” Izzy pointed out. “Either way. It’s fine.” 

“Even though I’m exposing all your literally dirty secrets?” 

“Yes, pup,” he touched Lucius’ wrist with a single finger, a brief point of contact. “Pete told me you two talk about me a long time ago. Figured I didn’t have many of those kinds of secrets left.” 

“Pete!” 

“What?” Pete asked around around a cracker. “Don’t you talk about me to him?” 

“I mean, yeah, obviously,” Lucius frowned. “But I figured that was an open secret kind of thing where we don’t acknowledge it.” 

Pete shrugged, “It’s not like you’re blabbing the important stuff.” 

“Yeah,” Izzy agreed. “Probably be fucking weird if you never mentioned us to each other.” 

“Wait.” Lucius took a step back and looked between them. “You totally gossip about me when you’re being all tough and manly at the gym, don’t you?” 

“No,” they said in unison and it took everything in Izzy not to turn and glare at Pete for the distinct panic in his voice. 

“Oh my god, how did I never realize that,” Lucius considered then beamed. “That’s so fucking cool. I know it’s not sex stuff because Izzy would rather die, so it’s gotta be cute other shit. Do you complain about me?” 

Pete wisely said nothing and let Izzy handle that one with his interrogation-trained blankness, “Never.” 

“Oooooh you do!” Lucius giggled. “Wow. Amazing.” 

“You’re happy about that?” Pete checked. 

“I mean, obviously I’m flawless and amazing, but I have been told by some people in this very room that I have a few irritating habits. If you two bitch at each other about them instead of at me, I think that’s a win-win.” 

Izzy turned fractionally to stare at Pete until he went wide eyed and gave a nod. The truth would never be known:  That they pretty much never managed to really complain because the complaints turned to endearment almost immediately. Lucius was too...Lucius for them to work up much shared annoyance. If they mostly just talked about how much they liked him and then agreed the conversation was untenable in its sickly sweetness and changed topics, that was their business. 

“Sure, we all win, sweetie,” Pete managed to say with a mostly straight face. Good enough. 

“You know if this is just one night, then it’s basically a sleepover,” Lucius pointed out, apparently done gnawing on that conversational bone for now. “We should do sleepover stuff?” 

“Like what?” Pete grinned. “Gonna have a pillow fight? Do each other’s nails?” 

“Play truth or dare?” Lucius suggested with an equally playful grin. 

“None of that ends well for me,” Izzy determined. 

“What do you mean?” Lucius lifted his eyebrows. 

“Either my pillows get fucked or I accidently give one of you a black eye. I wind up with nail polish on and Eddy gives me the business for the next 500 years. And the two of you have no fucking shame, so it would be easy to gang up on me for truth or dare with you would absolutely do.” 

“...yeah, that’s true,” Pete conceded. “We really would.” 

“Aw, no fun,” Lucius gusted out a sigh. “What do people even do at sleepovers if they’re not fucking?” 

“When I was a kid, mostly we kind of tortured each other,” Pete considered. “Whoever fell asleep first got covered in marker and we put their hands in warm water or shaving cream or something.”

“Don’t think I did a lot of them,” Izzy turned over memories. “Yeah, no. Stay out all night when I was older, but not sleepovers.” 

“What’d you just roam the city streets?” Pete asked.

“Sure. Still shit, break windows. One guy I knew was pretty good with spray paint.” 

“Hooligan,” Lucius deemed. “Sounds fun. You never got picked up?” 

“Nah. We’d just scatter if we saw a cop car. They didn’t bother trying after a block or two to really nail us.” 

“What about you, babe? Sleepovers?” 

“No,” Lucius popped a piece of cheese in his mouth. “When I was younger Mom wouldn’t let me and once we were teenagers, didn’t have any guy friends and girls weren’t allowed to have me stay the night.” 

They were all quiet for a minute. 

“Wait!” Pete set down the cracker sandwich he’d been building. “Do you think that pharmacy is open now?” 

“Yeah, they go until midnight,” Izzy said. “But it’s just a store.” 

“Okay, sure, but one of the things we used to do was take like a few dollars and go to the corner store and see who could buy the coolest thing for less than five bucks.” 

“How small was your town?” Izzy asked incredulously. 

“Shut up. Small,” Pete huffed. “But it’s fun. Come on.” 

“Make it ten,” Lucius grinned. “You know that nothing costs five dollars anymore.” 

Which was how Izzy found himself in a pharmacy after ten o’clock at night, without actually needing emergency medical supplies for the first time in years.  He hadn’t really thought much about what a place this sold that wasn’t advil, but as he went up and down the aisles there was a surprising amount of food. Pete had located a toy section and poking delightedly at some truly hideous stuffed animals. Lucius was standing in front of a wall of school supplies, apparently already having forgotten what they’d set out to do as he studied a set of colored pencils with his eyebrows knit together. 

Izzy left them to it and went to where he’d been planning to go since Pete suggested the whole ridiculous idea anyway.  He faced the display, gave a resigned sigh and picked up the item. Truly he had left behind any shred of dignity he’d once desperately clung too in the Revenge’s alleyway. 

He bought his item first by a long shot and took his bag outside to wait. Pete came out, looking pleased with himself. 

“Who’s going to judge this shit?” Izzy realized. 

“Eh, there’s usually an obvious winner.” 

“Seems like a way to start an argument.” 

“Oh, probably. We can dial a friend to tiebreak if we need to. Everyone is probably still awake.” 

Izzy was usually already in bed at this time unless he was waiting up for Lucius. Revenge people ran on a different time zone, he figured.  Lucius drifted out a few minutes later and they wound up back where they’d started, with the already much depleted cheese platter once more under attack. 

“Your idea, babe, you go first,” Lucius declared. 

“Look at this baby,” Pete pulled out a very small plastic trashcan with a bright label. “Trashbot!” 

“What’s that?” 

“It’s a bot made of things found in the trash, but it’s a surprise which one you get,” he handed it to Izzy. 

“Why?” He turned it over in his hands. It rattled a little, making its contents known. 

“Fun. It’s a toy. You put it together, it’s a surprise, and it’s probably got a pun name.” 

Izzy handed it off to Lucius, who also shook it, “I never got the garbage obsession. Garbage Can Kids were a thing when I was middle school too.” 

“Gross stuff was the best,” Pete sighed, taking it back from him. “Let me build it, you’ll see. What’d you get babe?” 

“Kind of also went the kid way,” he pulled out a box of markers, familiar in their bright yellow and green packaging. Then he pulled out the little notebook/sketchpad he tended to keep on him. “I always wanted these.” 

“Markers?” Pete asked dubiously. “You definitely had markers.” 

“Not these.” Lucius pulled out the purple, uncapped it and pressed down. When he pulled up there was a little paw print. “Stampers!” 

“Are they all animal prints?” Izzy regarded the box, already guessing who’s hands those would wind up in. Pickle would be delighted. 

“Hearts, stars, other little things,” Lucius made a convincing trail of paw prints. “Look how cute!” 

“Very,” Pete agreed, as he worked the plastic off his toy. “Izzy?” 

He set the bag down and without comment pulled out a single glass bottle of nail polish (black because black was still cool and he did have a tiny sliver of dignity left maybe). 

“Awww!” Lucius snatched it up. “Izzy wins.” 

“Misdirection,” Pete accused. 

“Eddy already gives me a hard time and probably won’t stop until both of us are dead,” Izzy shrugged. “So it’s still true.” 

“I get to do yours?” Lucius bounced on his feet. 

“Yeah, yeah.” 

It didn’t look bad, actually. It did mean they wound up watching something else why they dried. Pete didn’t get his done, but only because he apparently had to put on pressons tomorrow for his act so they’d only get ruined. He did do Lucius’ for him and they looked good on him too.  

Izzy cracked a yawn halfway through whatever movie it was that Lucius had picked out to watch during those goings on. 

“Head to bed,” Lucius elbowed him. “I’ll get the food.” 

“Yeah,” he touched one nail gingerly and found it dry. “Night, pup. Pete.” 

He got to his feet and used the restroom. The flashes of black while he brushed his teeth were distracting , but not bad. When he walked into his bedroom, he found Lucius sitting on the bed. 

“Thought you’d take the couch. Pete’s night.” 

“I am,” Lucius reached for him and Izzy walked right into the circle of his arms. “But I wanted a kiss good night. The good kind and I figured you’d want privacy.” 

“Yeah,” he breathed out than leaned down to get the very long, detailed kind of kiss that sometimes signaled the end of their evenings, but more often started them off. “Good night, pup.” 

Lucius dusted another kiss over Izzy’s cheek, gently pushed him back and stood. “Good night, goblin. Love you.” 

“Love you too.” 

And it was weirdly not that weird to watch him leave and listen to him and Pete talk in the other room. It was fine to turn off the light and get under the covers, knowing they were both still awake and his bed would stay empty.  It would’ve been empty tonight anyway, but he’d gotten kissed and there’d been conversation and company. It wasn’t so bad. 

“Mew,” Sweeney jumped up onto the bed and started kneading the spot by Izzy’s feet where he usually slept. 

Izzy fell asleep even with the little noises in the other room. In the morning, Pete just walked to the gym with him and Read (who made lots of sympathetic noises upon hearing about the furnace) and it wasn’t that different from days they met up there.  

When he got to work, Jim zeroed on his hands almost immediately. They grinned. 

“Have a fun sleepover, boss?” 

“No thanks to you and your piece of shit futon.” 

“Why do you think I have a piece of shit futon?” They rolled their eyes. “Looks good, any way.” 

It wasn’t like it became a thing or anything. But maybe once and a while, Izzy would crack open the bottle on his own. The smell held good memories now.

[mrs-march-ahs]

What’s the evans favorite food?

Which Evan Cooks The Best?

and their favourite food!

In order, beginning with the most incompetent cook in the world, to Ramsey Junior <3

Enjoy!

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Kai Obviously a food whore, that’s canon. But he cannot cook. He thinks cooking is a woman’s job. He is literally incapable of scrambling an egg. He does not know how to turn the stove on. If he tried, he would get frustrated at every part of it. Kai in the kitchen is a bunch of swear words and hands waving around from him touching the food with his hands and then getting burnt. His favourite food is pizza and sloppy joes. Finger food because he doesn’t know how to use a knife and fork. Using a knife and fork is for Gays™.

Tate Tate likes to be in the kitchen and likes the aura of cooking, but he does not like to cook himself. He enjoys sitting at the kitchen island like the little princess he is and watching. You can give him something to chop but he will take an hour to chop a carrot. The only repetitive task that Tate is okay at is peeling potatoes. That’s because Constance told him when he was younger, “Wow! I’ve never seen someone peel potatoes as fast as you!”. She kisses him on the forehead and ever since then he prides himself in how well he peels potatoes, not knowing that Constance is smirking in her grave. His favourite food is alfredo pasta.

James Obviously, being a classy man, he likes eating classy food. Porkchops, gravy, meals that he can tell took a while to prepare. He definitely pretends he likes caviar and crackers. He is very useless at cooking but it is okay because he is a ghost who doesn’t need to eat. His favourite food is pork or lamb and wine. Especially the wine.

Pre-Cult Kai He’s useless, but it’s not weaponised incompetence like it is with Cult Kai. Baby just is impatient. He can’t do things by himself. He burns everything he cooks alone because he only uses high heat. He burns toast honestly. But he tries. He’s a very good helper because he’s obedient as hell. His favourite food is spaghetti. Especially his mom’s spaghetti.

Jimmy Cannot cook. Jimmy is definitely the Evan that likes to eat something weird as hell like pickles and peanut butter. His mom still makes him sandwiches for breakfast, and wraps them up in clingfilm for him for the next few days. Momma’s boy. He ‘can make food’ if you class peanut butter sandwiches and instant oatmeal as food. He would try to cook you a meal, but it wouldn’t go right. It would be burnt and raw at the same time. He would probably still eat it though. Nasty. His favourite food is your ass.

Kit He will eat anything. Kit is by far the most grateful eater. He appreciates that you stay at home and cook for him, and he respects that staying at home is a full time job. If you don’t stay at home and still cooks for him, then he appreciates that too. He will take you out every so often with little bits of saved up money so you can take a break. He’s not completely useless, but he can’t make a whole meal by himself. He can make scrambled eggs and French toast, purely for the purpose of making you and the kids breakfast in bed. He'll help bringing groceries in, cleaning up, and throwing away trash after a big meal. He’ll help as much as he can without touching the stove. He prefers to help you and the kids bake. He finds the process more calming and sweet. Plus he likes pastries. His favourite food is mash potatoes, chicken and gravy. He also loves any type of ethnic food and French pastries. I feel like when you’re making a big meal (let’s say thanksgiving), he walks past and asks how you’re doing just so he can eat a spoonful of mash potatoes every time.

Peter Sugar. Sugar sugar sugar. He absolutely lives off sandwiches and wraps. Chicken nuggets, oven baked pizza, takeaways. He can totally take care of himself, but he just doesn’t really cook. I think he can, he just doesn’t. As a kid he always helped his mom and Wanda make Sokovian food so he knows how to make it. But cooking takes too long for his liking. His favourite food is twinkies.

Colin Colin makes food for you. He’s the only Evan that regularly, every day, cooks for himself. Occasionally he orders some food or pops somewhere to get food on the way back from work to eat it. After a really long day he likes to get a burger or fried chicken or something and eat it in front of the television where he also falls asleep. But most of the time, he’s pretty good at making food. He has maybe 5 things that he likes to make for himself and he makes them in rotation until he’s perfected them and he gets sick of them. His favourite food is also spaghetti. He can make it by himself, but it doesn’t go the way he wants. He sometimes asks his mom for help. Or you, of course. He also loves strawberries and cream in anything. Cheesecake, cake, ice cream, all of it. He’ll happily lick whipped cream off your nipples.

Kyle He knows expertly how to make a handful of dishes and he loves making them for the people he loves. He likes cooking when he knows exactly what he’s doing, and likes when you help him, so he can spend time with you. He’ll probably make you chop things or do something repetitive. He definitely talks like the two of you are on a cooking show. “So this is called roux”. He makes really good fried chicken. He definitely finishes your food if at a restaurant you don’t finish it. But since he’s in a frat, and they have food made for them, he doesn’t really need to cook. Kyle is just a foodie, therefore if there is food, he will eat it. If there is not, he will make it. If food has a million fans, he is one of them. If food has ten fans, he is one of them. If food has only one fan then that’s him. If food has no fans that means he is no longer on Earth. If the world is against food, he is against the world. His favourite food is Creole jambalaya or chicken sandwiches.

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[your-local-uwu-artist]

ALRIGHT I guess I technically voted so I'll just remove my vote from the equation

DRAGONS RISING SEASON ONE OVERVIEWWWWW

honestly i was somewhat worried i wouldn't dig it: idk why, it's not like this series has ever disappointed me before. but this fear was completely null as as per usual i was blown away!

well I already discussed how I REALLY love the merge as a concept. it reminds me of tau and it's just an idea that I find appealing in general

the new characters!!!! they did a very good job at making Arin super likable. ninja fanboy? also he bakes pies fsr? oh hell yeah. I LOVED the mention of his hairstyle being inspired by Zane's. my hair is inspired by gijinka designs of eldritch beings so you know: respect. I also really loved Arin and Sora's friendship. i know it's no longer the early 2010s, but it still felt refreshing to have a male-female friendship that was both solely platonic while also being very close.

SORA! she is trans

okay but like seriously, I found myself comparing it to why I see Cole as gay (his first potential episode). like yeah this can be taken at face value I GUESS but there's some specefic lines and aspects that just feel... too specefic. (like with cole, the structure with Lou's rejection to acceptance, and the line 'i want everyone to see who we are' like) similarly the line 'one that loves me for who I really am' and obviously the 'my name is sora' line just, seemed too specefic to me.

with sora honestly the moment I saw her I was like 'she uses she/they and also cat-themed neopronouns :3 but then she ended up ACTUALLY being pretty trans-coded. I mean, she's a social outcast, has a deadname, struggled in imperium's strict society (which like, it don't take a genius to tell imperium probably ain't queer friendly)

even though it's mostly all in my head I found myself enjoying the parrelell between Sora's story and 'the royal blacksmiths'. Cole's story was more so about coming out and ended with acceptance, specifically I felt there was a theme of communication and learning to understand there. (a theme I feel continues with Lou and Cole's relationship whenever it's brought up). and that's great! seriously it genuinely had me feeling emotional as it of course resonated with me. but like, you know, queer experiences are beautifully varied and to me Sora' story provided another, different, queer narrative. that was about accepting when people DONT accept you. if that makes sense?

I guess it's all subtextual but I can't just wacth these stories play out and not interpret them that way: because like, you just told me a story about a kid coming out to his dad? you just told me a story about a girl coming to terms with her parents rejection of her identity? how else am i supposed to interpret that

anyway! moving on but i also LOVED the line 'you should never have to prove your worth to your parents' because like HELL FUCKIGN YEAH QUEEN!!!!!!! and I think thats a SUPER positive message to put in a 'kid's show' also :3

wyldfire! okay so i didn't notice this until after I finished watching: but I think my opinion of Wyldfire was litterally just Kai's opinion of Wyldfire. I mean fun feral girl! but also she's taking my boi's spotlight and is a goddamn menace to soceity but not in the endearing way it's in the 'dear god PLEASE get character development' way.

and yeah, i think my opnion switch on her litterally was just 'well how does Kai feel?' lmao.

in the end I love her but specefically in a Kai holding her like she's a feral cat all like 'this is my new baby sister and if anything happens to her I will kill everybody in the room and then myself' kinda way

OH BOY okay lets keep going

I love how all of the ninja's 'what were they up to after the merge' just: checked out so well for their characters.

like: Zane's been in a weird pod thing in a highly mysterious location and he doesn't know how he ended up there? yeah that checks out.

Cole has a husband and kids now? his husband is a purple munce? they're all different species and it's just a wacky little weird misfit family but also just domestic as fuck? good for him! next question.

Jay is somehow in a position of power in an extremely fucking absurdist and surreal office building thing and he's just fucking around playing viddy games???? dude Jay showing up got a VERBAL reaction from me. like jay fucking goddman walker what the fuck are you doing here? but well:

LAST time jay was missing and we were all worried about his saftey he started a cult that worshipped him: so yeah, sure, whatever, this might as well happen

anyway!

I guess one thing I'm a tiny bit hestiant about is the serialization between seasons: not that I dislike it, and more so that I dislike that it leaves the possibility of an unfinished symphony

like: for example, there's this one fanfic i love that was abandoned: but its OKAY because the last chapter is the ending of the arc and makes for a perfectly satisfying ending. not that i wouldn't LOVE more: or that there could have been a MORE perfect ending. just that there's not the anguish that generally comes with reading an incompleted+abondoned fic.

before the seasons of Ninjago all had nice conclusive endings that could have made an impromptu finale just fine. now there's always a chance that something doesn't make enough money and some higher up business guy pulls the plug on an inconclusive ending.

idk: i dont want to linger on this point, because like. i'm a pokemon fan! and people have brought up with me multiple times (including other pokemon fans) the concept that pokemon will 'end' some day. and i'm like: um no: no it won't.

it won't because thousands of people care <3 and you know that one quote from the lorax? all it really takes is one person to care a whole awful lot and fuckign thousands care a whole awful lot <3333 peace and love on planet pokemon forever <333

so like: peace and love on planet ninjago forever, ya'know? but it's still something I thought worth mentioning

ummm a few more thoughts!

-argh our baby ninja are adult ninja now!!!! my son is all grown up!!!!!

-nya and zane had big 'i miss my wife tails' energy and i loved that

-I love mr.frohicky, there's a frog here now? incredible

-Zane getting an existential crisis from losing a zane-alike competetion is like litterally the most zane-alike thing ever. it was fuckign HILARIOUS

-spreaking of hilarious the impossible path!!!!!!! that's gotta make top 5 ninjago bits that was a fucking masterpiece of comedy

-i am soooo happy we got a cringy ass cartoon theme song back. I miss weekend whip dearly but like: this will do, it will more then do. I am at peace

anyway! I also was very very close to not sleeping last night (stayed up til past 6 am, ended up falling asleep then) I guess that's more of a testament to how I shoudl really get my adhd medicated rather than how good the show was but idk. I credit the show for that.

welp!!! time to jump into season 2. I'm currently ahead of schedule and would like to keep it that way~

remember when I said i'd wait til tommorow to watch dragons rising? I fear I may have no restraint: also we're going back to 22 minute length eps! :0 lets fucking gooooooooooooo

[unholyplumpprincess]

Friend!! I was wondering what kind of comments would go good on a chapter for a fic? I wanna leave some on the fanfics I read, but mostly I can't form proper sentences?? Like mostly my brain just goes 'hdisjd yes good' but I don't want to comment only that in case the author just thinks I'm being repetitive :( do you have any tips on what would be nice to hear??

ABSOLUTELY!!! Sometimes it's really hard to come up with anything in your brain besides 'AYO?????????????' and I am here to help!!!!

I'll bullet point list this too so it's easier to read for people as well :D

This is help for people who want to comment on people's fics (or art!) but need help figuring out what to say/how to find what they want to say!

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What should I tell a writer when I have no words?

• All writers have a different Style of writing, headcanons, and something we do that you love! What's the thing that keeps you coming back to Our writing in particular? Is it the way we write your fav character in the fic? Is it how you can relate to a certain thing? Maybe you love the inner thinking/monologuing that the pov of the character is doing?

Whatever it is? Tell us!!! My biggest thing for artists alike is to zone in on the thing they did in a piece that I LOVE and then running with it. A typical comment from me might be a staircase of things such as "The way you do facial expressions in every piece you do is absolutely Phenomenal! You can really feel the love and closeness these two have based just on the expression alone! Your colors you chose and experimented with ended up SO cool! Wonderfully done as always!"

Now lets unpack how to do this for writers! Pick the thing you loved, and FOCUS on it. Did you love how they wrote a Certain scene? Talk about that scene and Why you loved it!

Or did the whole fic just do it for you and you can't pick a fav scene? Hell, tell us that too!!!

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Can't find the right words? Even just copy and pasting some sort of dialogue used or even a scene and then going like '<-This scene of xyz??? Lost my FUCKING mind over! This was my FAV bit!!!!!'

Telling a writer like 'hey I love your work! Can't wait to see more!' is all well and good and you'll probs get a 'o ty!' but if you want us to lose our shit? Be Specific on what drove you to love that specific fic!

I really want them to write more of this fic, should I tell them?

• Now I've talked to quite a few writers and we all seem to agree. If you Just leave a comment of 'Where's part two?' or 'Part two when?' we will never. Ever. Want to write a second part or continuation.

Want to let them know you'd love to see more? Follow the steps above and butter them tf up. Tell them every bit you loved about the fic- new or old. Every single thing that made you bananas and why. And then you can follow it up with a nice 'If you ever decide to make another part to this, count me the FUCK in!'

Will it guarantee another part? No! But you will probably be that bitch we think about if we ever continue it. I've had a few people I'll literally @ and be like 'okay bc i loved ur comment sm this part 2 is JUST for u bitch ilysm ty for inspiring me'. It happens! Sometimes it takes just a little bit of niceness :D

But like. It's like- let's say you baked someone a cake. They eat the Entire cake- NOT A SINGLE WORD SPOKEN ON IF THEY EVEN ENJOYED IT. No mmm's. No aaaa's. Nothing. And after finishing it all they turn to you and go 'Kay can I have a second cake now?'

Meanwhile if someone like moans and is complimenting your cake and how good it was and then goes 'Yo if you ever make another cake???? Let me know bc HOLY SHIT THAT WAS GOOD!' you'd have a totally new reaction of feeling appreciated!

Are keysmashes okay?

• Absolutely!! Honestly some of my fav comments I get are the ones going 'werioufheriufgh??? erougheriuheirfghaweklhjfn!?!?!?!! Dude holy shit I loved this' bc boy I GET IT! Sometimes the words fail you and all you can do is scream.

But also, don't be afraid to comment Multiple times on a fic either! Don't have the words Right Now? Not a prob! Keysmash and then a week later come back and be like 'Okay I know I commented already but I just HAD to read this again and HOLY SHIT' I promise you that feels Amazing when someone TELLS you how many times they came back!

Or! Do you want to make sure your comment is meaningful? Pop open your notes app or whatever you type on and re-read the fic beginning to end and write down Every Part that you loved so you can make sure to tell the writer What parts and What specifics you loved! Or even don't re-read and just on your first read have an app open so you can keep track :D

What do you personally love to hear on your fics?

• I put my heart and soul into every thought behind a character. Being autistic, I analyze characters with heightened vision and tear apart their character from top to bottom. Every headcanon, every dialogue, every written body language, every written inner monologue is analyzed Thoroughly to make sure they are in character as much as possible. With an explanation around it.

With that being said, people saying I write characters just how they imagine or accurately. Or even just telling me some line made you horny/gasp out loud or any sort of emotion? Make me Feral with joy.

Also wanna tell me you got wet/hard over a fic? Oh fuckin mama I eat that shit alive. I don't need a long comment to make my day, in fact I honestly LOVE tags where they're spaced apart thoughts all going to basically 'OMGGGGGG'. Or like 'the part where x did this thing??? I am SWEATING' makes me smile SO much! Just those Little things being said.

Now I'll tell you what, one of my favorite people to get a comment from? My mutual, and beloved mutual writer, Nix. She will comment on a fic from Beginning to End and point out specific scenes and then her feelings behind it. NOTHING makes you feel more appreciated for baring your mind and soul than her, on god.

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I hope this helps you even a little bit!!! If you would like, like a template or smth or maybe certain comments that I can copy and paste to give you a visual of what rocks my socks personally, I'm happy to!!!! But everyone is different, BUT everyone is the Same in wanting to feel appreciated and like their art and time was worth it making just One person go bananas and show their appreciation!!!!

[hyunsuks-beanie]

Hi! Can I be shipped with someone in Skz, enhypen and txt! Thanks.

Im a short female for my age, no kidding there. I’m 4’11. Im a rather messy person I must admit, however I have perfect grades. (Benefit of having strict parents) I have dark brown hair and brown eyes. May i add im definitely not wife material. I suck at cooking. My favorite color is light blue. I like anime, skating, dancing and Im a band kid. I’m a affectionate person. Cuddles, kisses and dates is my love language. Yes I may be old, but I still watch kid shows.

My type: definitely someone who can cook, someone funny who we’ll never keep me bored. I like clingy people, sassy people. Dimples, freckles, puffy cheeks, I love them!

Dates I’d like: I’m a real sucker for romance, probably because I read to many romance novels. I’d love to have move dates, picnic dates, going to the arcade, skating rank and just having dinner out. Preferably dates out in the nature.

Thank you for your time! Hopefully you can get around to doing this, but if you can’t that’s fine! Hope your doing good this days!

Hello darling!!

Kept you waiting for this too long, didn't I? I'm so sorry-

But I'm here now!!

First of all lmao, you really are like me😂😂

But if I were to ship you with someone in SKZ, I just can't think of anyone else other than Felix!! At first I thought Chan would do well, but I think he doesn't fit your ideal type like Felix does🥺 You want someone who can cook? Well, Felix can bake all kinds of treats, and I'm sure he can at least learn to cook decently. Maybe you could learn with him too, if you want?? And about being clingy and affectionate, Felix is totally the type to give you your daily fix of cuddles and also be up for accepting your love language whenever you need it. And freckles and dimples? Felix is your man my love, go marry him 😭💖

Now for Enhypen, I'd rather say Jake would be the perfect fit for you. He might not be the biggest fan of romantic stuff (sorry to your romance novels babe), but he definitely can be the most romantic guy around. I mean, have you seen how gentle he is? And he totally does love hugs and kisses so you're gonna have no problem there. My man can cook too, and he most totally will pamper the hell out of you, and love you like he means it. Because he does. Movie dates and picnic dates will definitely be there, and he's also decent as ice skating so you can count that in too. I dunno I just get Jake vibes from the way you describe yourself and I. Ship. It😭😭😭

Finally, we have TXT. This was so confusing lmao bc Taehyun is the only one who can cook decently and Kai is the one who'd love the cuddles and affection the most. But now that I think about it, Yeonjun might as well be the best of both worlds, because there's at least a couple of things he can whip up in the kitchen, and he's also a naturally romantic and affectionate person. So you won't have any lack of your daily fix of love and cuddles, and he's also a pretty outdoor person so you'll definitely enjoy dates with (oml picnic and arcade dates with Jjun I'm-)😭😭He's not much of a reader, but hey, you can always read to him, right?

Hope you liked this love, and I'm so sorry for keeping you waiting😭

[charincharge]

I Don’t Want To Wait, four

rowaelin high school bff au  masterlist

The night Rowan spent snoring next to Aelin was the best night of sleep she’d ever had. After they woke in a tangle of arms and legs, sandwiched together, Aelin wrote an entire page in her journal about the amount of touching they did. She was incredibly upset that she was unconscious for most of it.

She was grateful for their all-nighter though, because in the week that followed, she’d barely seen him. He’d been at the mercy of Lacrosse practices, every morning and evening, doing drills and scrimmages until he could barely walk. She was especially annoyed because with morning practices, it cut into her special Rowan driving her to school time. Because there was no way she was waking up in time to drive him to the field in the morning.

However, today was finally the Lacrosse championship game, which meant that tonight, Aelin would get her best friend back.

She couldn’t wait.

Aelin had spent all last night making a Rowan’s Pump Up Playlist, to help him get into the zone today. He’d briefly mentioned that the cheerleaders were each assigned a varsity player to bake treats for, and Aelin refused to be outshined by some random cheerleader.

Aelin flipped through the playlist one last time. It was good. 47 songs in honor of the number on his, each one an empowering anthem or a self-assured ego boost. Plus, Aelin may have sneakily included songs that insinuated how she felt about him. She only hoped he would read between the lines.

She took her time dressing in green and gold, the school’s colors, and Aelin felt ready for game day. But she suddenly did not feel like waiting around for Rowan to come pick her up today. She wanted to see his face now.

So, in a last minute decision, Aelin rushed out to get them both coffees and headed to the small condo Rowan lived in with his Aunt Maeve. Black, no sugar or milk for Rowan. Hazelnut syrup and extra creamer for Aelin. She placed the hot beverage holder into her bike basket and took off.

Aunt Maeve was just heading out as Aelin pulled the coffees from her basket. Maeve greeted her with a large hug and a wide smile.

“You’re up early, hon,” she laughed, but Aelin smiled through her self-consciousness. She wasn’t really a morning person, but today was important to Rowan. And she wanted to be the best best friend she could be.

“Is he still out on his run?” Aelin asked, and Maeve shook her head, biting her lip conspiratorially.

“He actually didn’t run this morning.”

Aelin gasped an overexaggerated intake of air. She couldn’t fathom Rowan not running every single morning of his life. “No run?!”

Maeve laughed again. “Nope. He wanted to rest up before the big game. Poor thing looked exhausted last night. In fact, last I checked he was still sleeping.”

Aelin looked at her watch. 7:15. Most mornings Rowan was up at 5. If he was actually still asleep, Aelin would never stop mocking him for it. Plus, as she rediscovered the other morning, she really enjoyed a sleepy Rowan.

“Go ahead and wake him,” Meave said, but Aelin hadn’t waited to her approval to make her way into the condo. She made her way up the narrow stairs, coffee in each hand, and headed down the hall to the bedroom she knew so well.

Aelin fiddled with the old handle and pushed it open. The heavy door cracked open slowly, falling against Aelin’s body, so she had to slowly shove it with her hip.

One foot, one shoulder and half her face into Rowan’s bedroom, Aelin completely froze. Deer in headlights. Struck down where she stood.

Because Rowan was not asleep, as his Aunt had thought. Rowan was very much awake. Though his eyes remained closed, Aelin’s gaze fell to about halfway down the covers, where there was a lot of movement going on. She watched for a solid second, jaw unhinged, as Rowan’s hand moved up and down beneath his dark sheets, making a peaked shape with each vigorous movement.

Aelin gasped and blinked rapidly, realizing that she should exit the room immediately, but her gasp was too loud.

Rowan’s eyes flew open and landed on her, standing in his doorway, staring, and she watched as Rowan’s cheeks flooded with red.

“AELIN!” he squawked. “WHAT THE FUCK?” Flustered, she watched as Rowan grasped at his comforter, halting his movements to pull up the dark sheets to his chin, so nothing but this face was peeking out. “CLOSE THE DOOR!” Despite the volume, his voice was breathy and strangled, as if he’d just come from his run.

“Oh my gods,” Aelin mumbled, and she knew her cheeks would be redder than Rowan’s if she were to glance in a mirror. “Oh my gods,” she repeated, taking a step back and letting the door slam in her face.

Through the thick wood, she could hear Rowan groan loudly, but it was muffled by sheets. Gods. Aelin knew that Rowan was probably doing that. But to actually see it….? She thought her face might be permanently stained red with how hot she suddenly felt.

Aelin bit her lip, toeing at the beige carpet beneath her sneaker, wondering what the hell she should do now.

“I’m sorry!” she squeaked out.

“AELIN, GO DOWNSTAIRS!” Rowan bellowed loudly from behind the door, and Aelin nodded, despite him being unable to see her face. “I’ll be down… soon,” he said softer.

“Kay,” Aelin replied quickly. “You don’t have to rush, or anything. I can… uh, wait. For you to… finish.”

“Aelin, please…” Rowan sounded pained, and she wondered if it was because of his embarrassment or other things. Nope. She was not going to think about that.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Aelin repeated over and over as she stumbled her way downstairs to the small kitchen table. She slumped over the cheery yellow table and placed her head in her hands, willing her face to cool down. But every time she managed to calm herself, she’d remember the movement beneath Rowan’s sheets and become warm again.

When she heard the shower turn on overhead, Aelin placed her head in her hands and squeezed her eyes shut and willed the ground to open up and swallow her whole. She sat like that, even after she heard the heavy footfall of Rowan’s shoes coming down the stairs and tread across the kitchen floor.

She heard the sound of a chair scraping across the tile, but Aelin kept her hands over her face, unable to look at him.

Rowan sighed loudly and took a long sip of his coffee.

“Let’s talk it out,” he said, and Aelin finally peeked through her fingers. Rowan was freshly showered, hair still wet, and he was looking up at the ceiling, also unable to look at her.

“No way,” Aelin mumbled.

Rowan tugged at his hair. “Well, if we don’t I’m going to tank this championship game, and it’ll be your fault.”

Aelin groaned as he pulled her hands away from her face. Hands that were definitely just touching… elsewhere. He held her hands in his for a second on the table before pulling away.

“Fine,” Aelin conceded.

“You didn’t actually see anything, right?” he asked, and Aelin shook her head quickly. Rowan released a steady breath, a nervous smile appearing on his face.

“Great,” Rowan continued. “Then, it’s not a big deal at all, and we are totally fine and nothing is weird. I mean, it was weird that you walked in on it, but everyone does it, right?” He brought his coffee to his mouth and took a long sip, clearly needing to do something to stop his rambling.

“Uh, I’ve never but… yeah, I guess.”

Rowan stopped mid-sip and stared at her, looking as if she’d just told him the most insane fact ever. “You haven’t?”

Aelin shrugged, feeling her cheeks heat again. “I don’t think I know how?”

Rowan inhaled sharply, choking on his coffee, coughing loudly. Aelin buried her face into her hands again. Could this morning get any more awkward?

“You know, there’s definitely, uh, videos on the internet that could help with that.” He paused, his nervous smile expanding as he laughed at his best friend’s horrified face. “I could send you a few if you want.”

“Rowan Whitethorn, you are not allowed to send me porn,” Aelin hissed. Rowan burst out laughing as he poked her cheek.

“I didn’t know your face could get this red, Ace.”

“Yeah, well, we’re learning a lot about each other this morning I guess...”

Rowan snorted loudly  as Aelin grabbed her coffee and stalked toward the front door, away from his mocking. She’d walked in on him but somehow, she was the one who was too embarrassed to function today?

“You know, I stayed up all last night making you a Game Day Playlist, but if you’re going to be mean, I’m not sharing it with you,” she said, and Rowan immediately backtracked, his face lighting up with excitement as he slung his arm over her shoulders.

“You did?”

Aelin nodded, pulling out her phone to show him the playlist. “I was just about to hit share, but maybe I won’t….”

He pouted, his green eyes widening. “I promise I’ll be nice.” He paused. “But also, you should ask Lysandra to teach you. I can’t imagine functioning without doing it every morning.”

Aelin had to bite her tongue from squeaking out EVERY MORNING?! But she just didn’t want to continue having this conversation, despite how badly she wanted to ask Rowan what he thought about every morning while touching himself. There were some questions she just couldn’t ask him, despite how close they were or how curious she suddenly was.

Instead, she hopped into his jeep and sent him the playlist. He connected his phone to his car with a grin and turned up the mix.

“47 songs?” His crooked smile made her stomach flutter, and he laughed as he pressed play and cranked the volume up. “Taylor Swift?”  Rowan scoffed.  “Really?”

“She’s the greatest songwriter of our time,” Aelin replied, sticking her tongue out.

“Maybe, but this fake rap shit is not it,” he laughed, scrolling to the next song. “Ah, much better.”

The first chords of Kanye’s “Power” filled the car, and Rowan took off.

By the time the pair made it to school, their morning awkwardness had completely melted away. And Rowan was in the zone for his game.

He was immediately bombarded by his assigned cheerleader, who, as Aelin had predicted, had baked him cookies. Aelin didn’t recognize the girl – a brown-eyed brunette, who looked every bit the male fantasy in her skin baring cheerleading uniform, her hair pulled up into a curled ponytail and her face displaying the number 47 on each cheek, batting her her curled lashes at her best friend. Aelin wondered for a brief moment what kind of porn Rowan had delved into, if this girl was actually one of his fantasies, but she immediately pushed that aside.

Aelin watched as Rowan smiled, thanking the girl kindly for his baked goods. And she pretended not to notice his eyes linger slightly at the green and gold ORYNTH printed across her chest. Or the way they fell to the short hem of her skirt as she walked away, throwing him one last smile over her bared shoulder.

Aelin looked at her own game day outfit – jeans and a t-shirt, and suddenly felt self-conscious, which she hated. Aelin never felt like this before. She’d never been the type of girl who suddenly compared herself to other girls, but … other girls had never smiled at Rowan like that, either. She suddenly felt a level of possessiveness rush through her. She linked her arm through Rowan’s, who looked surprised, but didn’t object to her closeness.

“Do you want my cookies?” Rowan asked, offering the plastic covered plate to Aelin, and Aelin accepted it greedily. “I think sugar might make me ill today,” he laughed.

“You’re going to be great,” Aelin assured him, knocking her hip against him.

“I hope so,” he mumbled quietly. She knew that Rowan was nervous about the game, but she hadn’t realized how much. As one of two sophomores on the Varsity team, she assumed he’d be seeing mostly bench time, but apparently that didn’t stop his nerves from taking over.

“You’ve worked so hard this season,” Aelin told her best friend and watched as his chest puffed out, swelling with pride. “No matter what happens, you’re gonna crush it. I know.”

“Thanks,” he replied softly.

“See you on the field,” Aelin said, as he dropped her off at her first class of the day. Double period algebra, ugh.

“I’ll be the one with the big stick in my hand,” Rowan replied with a smile, and Aelin snickered loudly.

“Been there, seen that,” she laughed, and Rowan’s jaw dropped.

“You said you didn’t see anything!” he hissed, and Aelin cackled and winked, and she watched as he realized what she was doing.

“You’re trying to distract me,” he laughed.

“Is it working?” she asked, and he smirked back.

He flicked her off as he shoved his earbuds into his ears, walking away to the rhythm of one of the songs on her playlist.

~*~

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Anon asked: Overhaul from mha with a insecure chubby s/o! It’s ok if you haven’t seen him or aren’t comfortable with him! I understand!

Gotcha anon! I’m not gonna lie, I’m a simp for this man (along with so many others) I’m good with writing him! I just hope I do him justice is all! Enjoy!

Trigger Warning: Mentions of insecurities and some rude ass comments from a loved one. It might trigger those affected by this. Please be warned.

Also side note, this is another long one ya’ll! Like I couldn’t stop writing. I’m sorry if you guys don’t like these long headcanons, but I just couldn’t stop and I hope I did this charcter justice with these! <3

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When he first met you, he honestly didn’t care about you, you were just another pawn in his plan and it was that way for a while.

At the start of your relationship, whenever you brought your insecurities up, he would just ignore you.

“Your insecurities mean nothing to me, there’s other things to worry about in this filthy world”

The more time he spends with you, the more he warms up to you.

It makes him very standoffish at first, he’ll insult you and poke at you and your insecurities in hopes of waving off these weird feelings.

“Instead of complaining, do something about it (Y/N).”

“Every time I see you, you’re eating, maybe you wouldn’t be so big if you put down the fork.”

Not going to lie, he’s going to be an even bigger dick as he tries to figure out his feelings.

“Maybe I should’ve found someone else that fits my standards.”

He wouldn’t hold you at night in your shared bed anymore the more he tries to push you away.

“Why would I want to hold someone so unappealing? I have a reputation to uphold, or did you forget (Y/N)?”

Your only solace during that time is Eri. You know the poor girl has been through hell and back and you know you can’t do much, but you can give her that love and support she craves.

When Kai spews those hurtful words, instead of crying as you would, you spent time with Eri. 

She brought you comfort when all Chisaki brought you was a crushed soul.

Reading, playing dress up, cooking and just having Eri around brightened you up so much and helped you with your insecurities.

“(Y/N), can we bake cookies today? I like them, they’re yummy!”

“Can I hear the story about the Princess and the Frog? I love the way you tell it, it’s so funny!”

Chisaki notices your improvement in your mood...he’s noticed for a while actually.

You haven’t had a conversation or really looked at him in months and if he was honest with himself...he missed you.

Missed your touch, your laugh, the softness you had and the warmth you emitted. He honestly thought pushing you away was the best option, but in the end it only hurt him and you more.

He took time to come to terms that he loved you...deeply. You no longer were a pawn on a chess board like everyone else, no, you were his Queen and he realized how much he fucked up.

Of course he noticed you coddling Eri more and caring for her more than before. The way you interacted with the child and how much you smiled around her brought a dull throb to his chest.

One night when you both were in your shared bed, turned away from each other as was the usual he decided to finally talk to you and get everything else out in the open.

Turning around, his eyes landed on your back, head laid on the pillow and not moving giving the illusion of you sleeping, but he knew better. You were still awake.

Placing a hand on your protruding hip, the warmth you radiated brought him a sense of comfort.

“(Y/N)...can we talk?” His gruff voice whispered against your ear, his hand caressing up and down your exposed side.

“What is it Kai?” Your monotone voice wasn’t what made him pause his soft touches, it was the use of his name. You usually called him a pet name or at least, ‘Chis-kun’.

Hearing you just call him Kai was another blow. He had to fix this otherwise he feared he was going to lose you for good.

Gripping your supple hip, a quiet gasp escaped your lips, head turning to look back at him.

Sitting up, he quickly gripped both of your hips and flipped you over so you were settled on his lap, large hands grasping your softness, thumbs rubbing soft circles into your soft flesh.

“Let me go Kai,” You struggled against his strong hold not particularly liking your current position. You were not ready for more verbal assaults from him about your insecurities.

“I miss those pet names...your laugh...(Y/N)...I miss you.”

Your struggles stopped as you stared down at him, his unmasked face settled in an unreadable expression, but his eyes...were sad. In all of your time knowing this man, you’ve never seen his eyes this crestfallen before.

Kai showing emotion was something you never expected, even going into a relationship, but now they were clear as day to you.

“What?” You opened and closed your mouth a few times, still trying to grasp this whole situation. “What happened to you?”

It was a valid question, a bit insensitive, sure, but given the names and shit he’s said to you, this was minimal.

“I felt something I haven't felt before with you and I thought ignoring you and pushing you away would make me feel better...foolish on my part really, it made me crave you more (Y/N).”

Large hands skimmed down your bare legs sending shivers up your spine. His words made your face flush at how genuine they were. You knew when Kai was lying and in this instance, he wasn’t.

“I’m...I’m sorry for those things I said to you, the moments where I was supposed to comfort you, I belittled you, I’ll try harder to be a better lover if you’ll give me another chance.”

His hands were still rubbing up and down your chunky legs as he said those words. Holding you close to him like this probably brought him comfort as he tried to tell you his feelings, something he wasn’t used to.

Cupping his cheek, his eyes softened, something you weren’t used to, but a gesture you would love to see more of in the future.

“You were awful, worse than any of my own insecurities honestly and Eri was the only thing that lifted my spirits and made me feel happy all these months...it’s going to take time to build up that trust we had. Those words cut so deep, I understand trying to figure out feelings, but hun...there’s better ways to figure out your feelings without hurting those around you.”

Lifting a hand from one of your legs, Chisaki cupped your soft cheek, thumb caressing your soft jawline. It was nice to see this different side of Chisaki, being open and vulnarable with you and telling you about how he felt was new territory for your relationship and it made you happy to know he was trying and letting you in, even just a little bit.

“I know that now (Y/N), please give me another chance, I love you, you are the only person to see me like this,” His hand on your cheek slid around to the back of your neck, pulling you down to him, lips inches apart. You shuddered at the sensation of being so close to him again. “I love everything about you and I know I haven't told you that, let me show you everything I love about you and this body of yours and I’ll show you and tell you everyday just how beautiful you are, to hell with those insecurities of yours.”

You felt your eyes grow wet, the sinsirety of his words hitting you deep. Without another thought, you pressed your lips aginst his, chubby hands sliding around to the back of his head, fingers tangling themselves into his soft black locks as the kiss grew heated.

Rolling the both of you over, Kai was on top of you, hands and feet moving position so he was above you, caging you on the bed.

“Seeing you flushed and gasping for air makes me want to take you, mark you as mine for all to see.”

Biting your lip, more heat rose to your round cheeks. “Then do it Chis-Kun,” Moving your head to the side, you exposed more of your neck, his favorite place to mark you when he does. “Mark me all you want.”

Without a second thought, he dove into your neck, mouth latching onto the soft, plush skin of your neck and started sucking marks onto your delicate skin.

After that night which ended with both you and Chis-Kun tangled in the bedsheets, marks littering both of your bodies and content expressions on both of your faces, he held true to his words.

Whenever your insecurities got the best of you, he was there to reassure you, tell you how wonderful you were and to listen to him and not those negative voices.

He’d hold you if you were having a bad image day and no matter what he had to do that day, it was moved because you were his priority.

When you were with Eri, taking care of her, he’d show up and iinteract with both of you, of course, he wouldn’t show too much affection since Eri was there, but seeing you take care of the young girl makes him yearn to have kids of his own with you.

Talks to you more about emotions and what he’s feeling. Does still get frustrated when he can’t find the right words and will either storm off, or not talk to you for a while.

Will come back with a clear mind and try again with what he was trying to say. Usually when he comes to bed and finds comfort in your warmth.

[dingoat]

[I mulled over a few possible options for this one, heh, but after some chatter with @cinlat I realised I could mush some of my ancient Ahuska backstory with half baked future plans with vague species lore/headcanons and string it along into something roughly story-shaped. The whole thing wound up a lot more somber than I’d anticipated, but at least I can always count on Crow to soften the mood!] ---

For the better part of three weeks, she’d been dwelling. What had started out as the most unexpected news conceivable had led to a flurry of unanswerable questions; was the news welcome? Was she excited? Did she care? Did she want anything to do with it? But that had all rapidly died down into a sullen simmering of nerves, as Ahuska struggled with something she genuinely never thought she’d have to face.

She had a family. She’d been raised well, and loved, as far back as she could properly remember. Did she really want to go back further, did she need to know anything about where she’d come from? The thought of being connected to Bothawui in any way made her feel ill, but Crow had gently reminded her, over and over, that this changed nothing.

She was Mando’ad, where family is built on more than bloodline, and having surviving relatives from a life she couldn’t even recall changed nothing.

Having a twin brother changed nothing.

Except that it clearly meant something to… him. And the older one. Two brothers, with families of their own, who’d reached out to find the sister they’d thought they’d lost with their parents. She wasn’t sure she wanted to know them, but…

“Crow?” Ahuska tapped his arm with a single hesitant finger, but he’d already turned to seek her out. They were more in tune with one another than ever.

“Mmm?”

“I think I… I want you to meet my family,” she mumbled, eyes slipping to the side.

Crow grinned his softer grin. “Ahhh, I think we’ve already been through that part of the relationship. Was a couple years ago now, at least?”

She felt her ears grow warm, but her eyes turned back to him. “With me, I mean. I want you to come with me to… meet the family I haven’t met yet. I don’t know if I even want to call them that yet, I guess, I doubt they’ll want to either once they’ve met me…”

“Oh, psshh,” Crow made to wave away her worry with a flick of his hand. “You said the whole reason they found out you existed was from holos of the business down at the Ve’lora place, right? Not like they haven’t already got some sort of clue about the life you live, and they still reached out.”

“It already feels so weird, though. They’ve known about me… all their lives. They… knew me, a-and mourned me? They missed me, and I’ve just never known… it’s like they’re strangers, who call me a sister. It’s fethin’ weird.”

“I know, I know. And if they’ve got half a brain between them they’ll realise that too. All you gotta do is meet them, say hi to them and their… uh, heh. Hey. What are baby bothans called, anyway?”

“Huh? What, I… I don’t think he told me any of their names, I don’t even know how many kids he said they each had…”

“What? No, I meant like… y’know. Do you call them… uhhh, like how little cathar are kits, and…”

Every one of Ahuska’s nerves abruptly vanished, and the series of blinks followed by a hard stare made Crow immediately realise he’d made one of those mistakes.

“Sorry, sorry, I just figured…”

“Babies,” Ahuska said, her tone completely flat. “Baby bothans are babies. Not cubs, not fawns, not kits…” her snout wrinkled a little at that.

Crow’s manner was meek, but the way he squinted at her made it clear he was still trying to work out where exactly the problem lay. “Okay but… don’t… wouldn’t there be some word you use for them…?”

“What, like ik’aad?”

“Yeah, exactly!” Crow brightened as Ahuska offered the comparison, then immediately ducked his head as her expression grew harder still.

“Like ik’aad. The Mando’a word that literally translates to ‘baby’?”

Crow’s grin wavered, sensing a trap. “Ye-es…?”

“Not likaya? Not pe’ninr?” Ahuska continued to watch Crow carefully as she offered the Mando’a for kitten and puppy.

“Well. No. Of course-”

“Of course not!” Ahuska snapped over the top of him, with an emphatic gesture of both hands to drive her point. “Likaya literally means baby cat. Not baby person. Not baby human, or bothan, or even cathar, it’s the word you use for a little cute wobbly baby animal that meows before it opens its eyes. You wouldn’t call some random Mando kid likaya if we were talking in Mando’a, would you…?”

“I… guess not…” To the unfamiliar, it would look as though Crow were simply still grinning, but Ahuska knew the way it’s quality shifted that he was in fact frowning on the inside.

Ahuska took a slow breath, pinching the bridge of her snout. “And just the same, the bothese for ‘baby cat’ and ‘baby person’ are two totally different words. One translates to kitten, in basic, and the other to baby. Just baby. There’s nothing fancy, nothing cute about it, grown-ass men and women aren’t bucks and does or stallions or vixens, and I’d be willing to bet that there’s a good chunk of cathar out there who hate the way the better part of the galaxy pretends their own native words for their kids translate to ‘baby cat’---!!”

Despite her efforts to calm herself, Ahuska’s pitch and volume had rapidly increased, her gestures had grown more emphatic, and her attitude was positively simmering. Crow didn’t even need to tune into the beat of her heart to know he’d struck a hard nerve, but he wasn’t exactly sure how to handle it.

“Okay, okay,” he said quickly, lifting his hands in an effort to make it clear he was willing to concede. The crease of his forehead knit a little deeper. “I just would’ve thought, of all people, you might… find it kind of cute, at least? Like the way Nines…”

She shot him a look that made him shut up quick smart, then immediately made a visible effort to cool herself off.

“Let me… try and explain it another way,” she said, speaking slowly, her gaze focused inward. “One time when I was little, nine or ten years or something. I was on a trip with my buire, we had to spend the night in an Imperial settlement. We were checking in to some accommodation, just on the outskirts where it was quiet, and… you know buir’ika was a chadra-fan, right? Well, they had me and her go around to the back somewhere, and wait a while in another building. There was a nerf there, a couple of tauntauns, I think a big old varactyl even... one of the tauns had a fawn so that’s where all my attention was. I thought it was excellent, like, some special treat for me, buir’ika sure acted like it was. Anyway, it was a while later that nuvhu’buir… ah, that’s what I called Jinn, yeah? She came round to where we were with all our stuff, a few extra blankets and things, and we built ourselves a bed right there in the hay and spent the night there. I knew she was mad about something, but she never said why, at least not ever to me. I remember falling asleep hearing her and buir’ika talking really quietly together, and I was wondering why she was so upset. Didn’t make any sense to me at the time, since I thought it was… pretty much the best thing ever. I was too little to get it.”

Crow listened quietly, and when Ahuska paused, he didn’t say a word. He just watched her, offering his full attention, and waited for her to go on.

“They made us sleep in the damned stables. It was years later I looked back and realised that. They probably would’ve let nuvhu’buir stay up in a proper room, but she wouldn’t have anything to do with that. Stables, me and buir’ika, just because of our damn faces. So no. No, I don’t appreciate it when people joke about me going to a vet rather than a doctor, or offer me ‘treats’ for being a ‘good girl’. It’s not cute, it’s gross. And that goes hand in hand with asking if my species have litters, or if our babies are called foals, or if we go into heat. Ugh.” She made an ugly scowl at that. “Rule of thumb? If you wouldn’t ask a Mirialan the same question, it’s probably rude as hell to ask a Bothan. Or, y’know. Literally any other sapient species.”

Flushed, Ahuska found herself glancing off to the side, feeling oddly unburdened to have let it all out, and yet also heavy for having to unload to Crow. She knew he meant nothing by it, that of all the beings in the galaxy his intentions were utterly pure. She’d never forget the way he deflected those stuffy noblewomen on Alderaan that time.

She felt his hand envelope hers. “Did you want me to talk to Nines, and get her to let up a bit on the way she-?”

“Nayc,” Ahuska found the answer came easily, even if she couldn’t quite articulate why. “Not to me, anyway. I want to say it’s different, but it’s probably not, really. I dunno. Just maybe give her a poke if she starts on any other bothans with ‘Puppy’, yeah?” “It used to bother you a lot though, didn’t it?”

Ahuska stared out at nothing for a while.

“Yeah.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

“Still sorry.”

His chin came to rest over her head, and she closed her eyes as she let her face rest against the comforting curve of his neck.

“I’m sorry too. Not your fault the galaxy is the way it is. I’m just… a little wound up right now, I think. I’m nervous about this.” “Shhh,” he soothed gently, and she let her face fall against the hand he brought to her cheek. “You don’t need to make an excuse for yourself. I asked you something stupid. Can’t promise I won’t again in the future, but I’ll always be ready to listen to you. Mmkay?” Ahuska found herself nodding against his palm. “‘kay.”

“And I’ll be right there with you, meeting those other relatives of yours. And if they turn out to be bastards? I’ll find a totally not-xenophobic way to give them a piece of my mind.”

She made a little snort, and let her arms wrap around him. “And that’s why I love you.”