#How often do you use the water heater?

[novelbear]

some more silly squabbles and arguments for your otp to get into

a prompt list by @novelbear ᵔᴥᵔ

"i didn't buy these coasters for nothing! use them."

getting annoyed when they decide to wash dishes right when the other gets in the shower, making their water cold unexpectedly

"do we seriously need all these lights on?" "uhhh, yeah."

"turn your music down. i can hear it blasting through your headphones, that's dangerous." "oh, it'll be fine..."

arguments over the way the heater/air conditioning temp is set

when they figure out they do laundry veryy differently (like whether or not they separate colors/whites, how they fold, how often laundry is done, etc.)

one setting off the smoke alarm somehow everytime they cook something (this actually happens in my house save me)

^ "it's got to be something you're doing! because when i cook, this doesn't happen!" "i'm telling you, it's sensitive! broken! something!"

"don't set the air conditioning too cool. you just got out of the shower, you're going to make yourself sick." "oh my god i'll be fine."

^ then they argue and bicker more so when they do end up getting sick like their partner said.

"where did you put all the spoons?" "in the drawer to the left." "why would you do that."

one taking too hot of showers, leaving the bathroom steamy and little to no hot water left.

"do you realize you slam like every door that you close?"

being shocked that they eat something in a peculiar way (like the whole how to eat a kitkat debate)

"oh my god, please don't take another water bottle out until you finish the last. i'm finding them everywhere."

"look, i don't know what you're doing and i don't think i want to, but clean the mirrors."

[fireinmoonshot]

nightmares | joaquín torres x reader

Pairing: Joaquín Torres x Reader Summary: Ever since the accident at Celestial Island, Joaquín has been having nightmares. He's been trying to keep them a secret from you until one night when you wake up to an empty bed. Warnings: Mentions of nightmares involving death and injuries as well as mental health issues/seeing a therapist and PTSD. Word Count: 2.1k A/N: I had this idea when I saw the film again yesterday and just had to write it. It's a little angsty and more serious than my other Joaquin fics but it still has sweet moments in there. Enjoy! 💗

Joaquin pours himself a glass of water as he stands in the kitchen. He takes a sip of it and sets it down on the bench before leaning on the bench and taking a long, deep breath. The kitchen is pitch black apart from the light of the moon through the window and completely silent except for the ticking of the clock on the wall above the dining table.

He uses the ticks of the clock to help steady his breathing.

Nightmares aren’t uncommon for Joaquin, especially after he’d almost died during the fight at Celestial Island six months ago. Even though he didn’t have any memories after he’d been hit up to when he woke up in the hospital, his mind always tried to fill in the gaps when he was sleeping, but it always added things that hadn’t happened. This was the second time this week that he’d been awoken by a nightmare where he’d actually died.

Not wanting to disturb your sleeping form beside him, he’d gotten out of bed as carefully as possible and come into the kitchen to calm himself down from it. Most nights he had trouble sleeping, but not every night was a nightmare kind of night, and he’s still trying to keep the fact that he has them from you. You don’t need to worry about him more than you already do. 

His head snaps up as he hears one of the floorboards in the hallway creak and his heart drops into his stomach as he sees you, still half asleep, appear in the doorway to the kitchen. You’ve put on a robe to warm yourself up – the house often got cold in the middle of the night in the colder months of the year. Joaquin hadn’t bothered to even put on a shirt when he got up, needing the cold to help him snap out of his nightmare.

“Baby, what are you doing?” You ask, voice thick with sleep.

He softens immediately at the sound of your voice. “I’m sorry. Did I wake you?” 

You shake your head and start to walk over to him. “No, I just woke up naturally and I noticed that you weren’t in bed so I came looking for you. What are you doing in here? It’s freezing and you barely have any clothes on.”

Joaquin snorts. “I’m wearing boxers, angel.”

“Yeah, my point exactly,” you say before letting out a yawn.

He smiles to himself and wraps his arms around you, pulling you to his chest. It’s an attempt to comfort himself, remind himself that he’s alive and you’re here with him, and also an apology that he’d gotten you up and out of bed. If he’d stayed in bed or been quicker going back, you would still be fast asleep and not in the kitchen at 3am.

“Got myself a personal heater now so I’m fine,” he grins, running his hands up and down your back. Your arms are wrapped around him too, and you’re trying to ignore how cold he feels standing here in the middle of the kitchen.

“You’re also avoiding my question,” you say, pulling back from the hug just enough so you can look him in the eyes. You’re a little more awake now, especially now that you can see Joaquin purposely avoiding answering you. “What are you doing out here?”

He shrugs a shoulder. “Just needed a drink of water. Y’know that 3am feeling when you wake up and your throat is as dry as a desert?”

“Why didn’t you just drink from the glass you put on your nightstand before you went to bed?” You question, eyebrows raised. You can see what he’s doing – trying to move the conversation along so you don’t worry and go back to bed.

Joaquin pauses. Shit. He had put a glass of water on his nightstand before he’d gone to bed but he’d completely forgotten about it in the post nightmare haze and the hurry to get out of bed and wake himself up. 

“I guess I forgot about it,” he chuckles – not a lie.

You sigh and step away from him, already missing his arms around you. They fall to his sides and he frowns as he watches you move away from him. Clearly, you didn’t trust a single word he said right now. He wasn’t as good of an actor as he thought.

“I wasn’t going to mention anything about this until you felt comfortable enough to bring it up to me, Joaquin,” you start, crossing your arms over your chest and leaning back against the kitchen island. “But I know you’re having nightmares. I wake up nearly every time you have them because you’re whimpering in your sleep. Most times, you just fall back asleep so I don’t worry about them too much, but nights like tonight…”

Joaquin’s stomach drops. You knew? All this time… and you thought the reason he never told you about them was because he wasn’t comfortable enough to tell you? It feels like he’s been punched in the gut. “How long have you known?”

You shrug. “I don’t remember exactly, but maybe a month? I thought at first that maybe they weren’t bad enough for you to warrant telling me, but the longer you had them without waking me up or telling me about them the next morning made me feel differently.”

Joaquin sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “I never told you because I didn’t want you to worry about me more than you already do, angel,” he explains. “I know you went through hell when I was in the hospital. I know that they had to restart my heart and I almost died in there. You’ve done enough worrying for ten lifetimes on my behalf.”

Just the look on your face is enough for Joaquin to take the few steps separating the two of you and wrap his arms around you again. It’s only a quick hug, though, because you pull away again so you can look at him when you’re talking. 

“Joaquin, I signed up to worry about you for the rest of my life when I started dating you, and even more so when you asked me to marry you last year,” you say, holding your hand up as if to remind him of your engagement by showing the ring on your finger. “Yeah, I did go through hell when you were in the hospital. I cried more than I think I’ve ever cried in my whole life, more than I probably ever will again, but if that whole experience is causing you to have nightmares, don’t you think I’m pretty well equipped to help you through them? I sat beside you in that hospital bed for weeks. I was there for every moment of your recovery.”

He reaches up and takes your hand, entwining your fingers with his. He didn’t even have to tell you that it was that accident that was causing the nightmares. You just instinctively knew already. And you were right – you had been there beside him for every second that the Doctors allowed. Half of them he didn’t even know about since he’d been unconscious, but he had no doubts that you were there.

“Tonight,” he begins, “I dreamt that I died after the accident. The doctors weren’t able to save me and I died on the operating table. The other night, I dreamt that I didn’t even make it out of the water. I was falling and then I hit the water and I was sinking. Drowning. No one came to rescue me and they just let me die.”

His voice cracks a little as he speaks. Hearing the words out loud strikes a chord he hadn’t expected. It’s different to just seeing the nightmares in his head and thinking about them. 

Your heart hurts as you listen to him and you squeeze his hand tightly. Your other hand rests on his waist and you swipe your thumb up and down over his skin in another attempt to reassure him that you’re here. Those things didn’t happen. The doctors saved him and he’s still alive. He might be scarred both physically and mentally, but he survived.

“Are the nightmares all like that?” You ask softly.

He nods. “They’re always some kind of variation of that. I don’t always die in them. Because I can’t remember everything that happened, my brain just tries to fill in the gaps, I guess. Obviously, I can’t tell if any of it is true or not or if my head is making it all up.”

You reach up with the hand that was on his waist to cup his cheek gently, bringing his eyes back to you. He’d been staring down at the kitchen island behind you without even realising it. “Maybe we can work on getting through these nightmares together, then,” you offer. “I wasn’t there for everything, but when you got to the hospital I was. We could talk to Sam, see if he could talk you through everything that happened between the accident happening and you arriving at the hospital. We were both there when you were in surgery so we can offer different perspectives of that.”

“I don’t really want Sam to know about these nightmares, angel…”

“We don’t have to tell him,” you shake your head. “We can just say that you’re want to know what happened back then. That you’re trying to piece together some of your memories. I know he’d do that for you, Joaquin.”

Joaquin nods. “Yeah, he would,” he says. “So, you think that maybe if I learn about everything that happened between the accident and when I woke up, maybe there wouldn’t be any parts of it for my brain to try and fill cause I know everything that happened?”

“Yeah, basically. It’s worth a try, don’t you think?”

He looks at you for a moment and then nods. Your words make sense and at this point, he’s willing to give anything a go to try and get rid of the nightmares. He realises, then, that he definitely should’ve told you about all of this long ago. He wouldn’t have had to suffer from them alone for all this time if he had. 

You squeeze his hand again. “And maybe… you should talk to a professional too.”

Joaquin laughs a little. He’d seen that coming. In fact, he’d been told that he should see someone about possible PTSD not long after he’d woken up in the hospital but he figured it wasn’t going to be necessary. It wasn’t the first time he’d been injured while working. Sure, it was the most serious injury so far, but it was nothing he couldn’t handle. Especially since he had you by his side for his recovery and an invitation to become an Avenger by Sam. He hates that he’s a little too proud to accept help sometimes.

“I think you might be right about that, angel,” he admits, smiling a little. “Thank you for getting out of bed and forcing me to talk about all this. I only wish this hadn’t happened in the middle of the night when you need to get up to go to work in the morning.” 

“Yeah, can you try and have a nightmare at 3pm next time instead of 3am? That’d work better for my schedule,” you joke, flashing him a grin. “But, if you’re up for it, I would very much like to try and get some more sleep, and I’d love to have you sleeping beside me if you think you can fall back asleep again.” 

Joaquin doesn’t reply, just starts leading you back towards your bedroom, still holding your hand. Once you’re back in your bedroom – a room much darker than the kitchen due to the curtains being drawn – Joaquin pulls the robe off of your shoulders and hangs it back up on the back of your bedroom door. 

“I’ll take that as a yes, then?” You ask, looking up at him even though he’s barely visible.

Joaquin leans down and presses his lips to yours in a quick kiss. “Can I be the little spoon?” He murmurs against your lips after he pulls away. “Might make me sleep better, y’know, feeling comforted and protected and all that.”

You huff out a laugh. “I’ll allow us to change things up just this once, baby,” you reply. “Now, hurry up and get back into bed cause you’re freezing and there’s no way I’m cuddling you until you’re at least a little bit warmer.” 

[ddejavvu]

Can you do one for Eddie Munson where he has a super sleepy girlfriend? She falls asleep so easily, she could be in one of the loudest places ever and still fall asleep. It's so cute because she always shows up to watch him play with the hellfire.

Eddie had initially been psyched to play a venue a little bigger and realer than the four square feet of molding floorboards that he's used to at The Hideout. Corroded Coffin doesn't often get the chance to play for a crowd larger than twelve, but as his eyes scan the hundred people that have shown up in hopes of finding their new favorite band, he doesn't see you.

Okay, he's not worried, because he's got one of his buddies looking out for you. He's not with the band but he comes along to sell shitty merchandise in hopes of making them a quick buck to pay for the gas they used to get here. So he's sure you're fine, and that his friend would have alerted him if something had happened to you.

But it is concerning that he's not seeing you in the crowd. You'd crawled out of your sickbed once to come and see his performance, so he knows you're not missing by choice. Still, he presses on with the show, and gives the crowd a night he hopes they'll remember and tell their friends about.

He's accused of ditching the cleanup effort when he darts off of the stage after their last song has finished, but he doesn't care. He elbows past people too drunk to realize he's the guy that was just playing the guitar up on stage, and scans the dissipating crowd for your out-of-place form.

He finds a man throwing up, a woman knocking back shot after shot like it's water, a woman swapping her heels with her boyfriend's sneakers for better comfort, but not you. It's not until he backs into the corner of the bar to get a better view of the entire thing that he collides with someone he didn't realize was behind him, whirling around to apologize before he notices it's you.

"I'm sorry-!" He blurts, hands out to steady whoever he'd just bodyslammed, but your bewildered face blinks back at him, shoulders rolling out from where you'd been slumped on a tabletop in the corner of the bar. Your eyes are bleary though they soften at the sight of him, and you're blinking slowly.

"Were you... asleep?" He asks, curls frizzy and in his face beneath his bandana.

"Yeah. You goin' on?" You ask, voice groggy as you rub your eyes, "I'll get a spot in the front."

"Going on- we finished." Eddie sounds helpless, and your stomach drops as you register it for disappointment.

"What? No!" You panic, "I- I couldn't have slept through it! You're kidding. I'm so sorry!"

"I'm not kidding." Eddie's tone is still soft, faded from his usual vigor, but his lips curl in brief amusement, "You did sleep through it. It's okay, babe. But- you slept through it."

"I didn't mean to." You whine, still petrified that you've offended him by accidentally dozing during his show.

"I'm impressed." Eddie admits, "Wayne says our music would scare a bear away. And you slept through it."

"You snore like a bear." You grumble now that Eddie's openly laughing at you, slightly embarrassed at how tired you must have been to stay asleep through his performance, "I have to be a heavy sleeper or I'd never be able to share a bed with you."

"Okay, snippy." Eddie takes the teasing good-naturedly, helping you out of your chair and heading for the door, "I'll stop making fun of you. Just wait in the van while we're cleaning up, okay?"

"Okay." You're looking forward to the warm gust of the heater in Eddie's van, and the comfy seat he's decked out with a fleece blanket for you, "How long is it gonna take?"

"Ten minutes." He shrugs, and by the grin on his face, you should have known he'd never acquiesce to peace that easily, "What, you're afraid you'll fall asleep and miss karaoke on the ride home?"

[hillbillyoracle]

Preparing for a Winter Storm

I thought I'd share what I'm doing to prepare for the winter storm that's supposed to blow through on Sunday evening into Monday morning in case it's helpful to anyone. I know a few people got a lot out of my post on tornados and the first winter storm I went through on my own really rattled me so I hope it helps someone.

This wound up being longer than I thought it would be so TL;DR is stay warm, stock up on foods that don't require cooking, know when and how to bail.

The Challenges

Snow and ice cause different but related problems. The ice totals are what look more nasty for my particular area so that's what I'll be focusing on.

With ice there's some key issues I've experienced in the past:

Power Outages - this impacts all aspects of the home, lighting, cooking, hot air, hot water, communication, etc.

Cell Phone Outages - this can make getting help in an emergency very difficult, can make it difficult to search for information you need as well

Pipes Freeze and Burst - pretty self explanatory and also hell

Damage to Cars - tree limbs falling on it, ice can build up and cause issues if there are gaps that allow it to get into internal components, can cause damage to gas lines, driving in hazardous conditions can lead to a wreck, etc.

Trees Falling - Can fall on house, power lines, car, people, etc.

Power Outage Prep

Food

Stock up on foods that don't require any cooking at all. Try to get 3 days worth. I'm getting things like crackers, chips, Bobo's PB&Js, dried fruit, fruit pouches, and peanut butter. You might consider trail mix, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, clementines, etc.

Get paper plates and plastic utensils if you'll be using a back up cooking method. Cleaning becomes infinitely more onerous in a winter storm so it's best to limit it. I'll be using my rice cooker plugged into my Jackery as a backup cooking method. Back up to the backup is an alcohol stove - which you might be able to find for pretty cheap at a camping store. Propane camp stoves are another good option you can find in most Walmarts.

Have a plan for your fridge and freezer. People not infrequently wind up with food poisoning after a power outage because they try to eat food in their fridges and freezers that they shouldn't. USDA recommends you discard all food in the fridge if the power is off for more then 4 hours - this is with not opening the door. For you freezer, the recommendation is 48 hours (for a full freezer). If the temperatures allow for it, you can place your frozen goods outside.

Heat

Layer, layer, layer. Find all the warm clothes in your wardrobe and be prepared to layer up. Socks and hats are particularly important. You do not want to sweat though! If you start sweating take something off.

Blankets galore. Make sure you've got plenty of blankets. If you've got a decent sleeping bag, even better. You can use sheets to help trap a little more air around you like a tent.

Know the signs of cold exposure and know when to call for help. Cold exposure involves more than I can get into here but it's one of those things that can kill very quickly and in a way where people are often too far gone before they notice. Basically if you are cold and having trouble staying awake - call for help.

Know where your local shelters will be. Emergency departments often put this information out on Facebook and Twitter. You can also call the non-emergency line and ask in most places. Keep in mind many won't accept pets.

Grab a spare heater if you can and know how to use it safely. I live in an area where woodstoves are common but my place doesn't have one (yet) so I have a propane heater (you can grab small ones for apartments even). If you have a spare heater, be sure to grab fuel if you're able (tends to go fast). I also have an air quality detector which is extremely important. A lot of ice storm deaths are from people dying of monoxide (and similar) poisoning.

Hot water bottles are a godsend. If you live in an area with propane for hot water, then you'll likely still have it if the power goes out. When I was younger we got through 8 days of no power in the middle of winter in part because of hot water bottles specifically. They're so handy.

Keep a fire extinguisher handy. Even if you're not using a heater honestly.

Power

Charge batteries and battery banks. Pretty self explanatory. If you're able to grab even a cheap back up battery, I would. So many people in past ice storms sat on their phones, drained it of battery, then didn't have it to call for help when they needed it. Even a small boost could be good in an emergency.

Know where your electrical box is. Sometimes power outages can cause issues with breakers. Know where it is in case you need to turn things off or back on.

Have a radio. I mention this all the time. With no power your radio is your lifeline to public emergency broadcasts, weather forecasts, and locating resources. Get a radio. A cheap one is better than nothing.

Lighting

Charge flashlights. One thing a lot of people don't realize about power outages in winter is just how much we've come to rely on artificial light. Have backups to your back ups if possible. They're a safety tool.

Consider a solar light. My solar lantern has saved my ass so many times not it's not even funny. They tend to be very energy efficient - so easy to recharge off of a battery bank - but the you have the option of charging them slowly in the sun you get during the day.

Turn a small light into a lantern. I've used this trick so many times I almost forgot to include this. If you need to take a small light and make it more of an area light, fill a bottle (ideally plastic and 1L+) with water and place the light right on the bottle. This works great for headlamps especially. It'll cast the light like a lamp instead of focusing it on one area, making it easier to do chores and play games in the dark.

Chores to do before the storm:

Laundry

Shower

Dishes

Take out trash

Cell Phone/Internet Outage Prep

Write down important numbers somewhere that isn't your phone or laptop. If you run out of power on either, you still might be able to borrow someone else's phone and call.

If you're unfamiliar with your area, print or buy a map. In the event you need to leave, you need to know your way around enough to get where you're going.

If you have a ham radio license and gear, make sure it's charged and has local repeaters programmed in. Check to see if any will be running any weather nets you can monitor. If you don't have a license, you are technically allowed to transmit if you're experiencing a true emergency so if you have access to that gear also make sure it's charged and you have an idea of how you'd do that.

When the power goes out, use the phone as a phone only. Something I see every ice storm ever since smart phones took over, is people having nothing to do so they sit on their phones and drain it of battery. Or everyone overloads the cell towers and they go down. I am begging you, please, if the power goes out, do not use your phone for anything other than calling for help or checking in with neighbors and loved ones (once or twice a day).

Create an entertainment box. Grab an box. Put in things you can do with absolutely zero power. I recommend playing cards, puzzles, board games, books you might want to read, art supplies, TTRPG (there are solo ones). This way when you start to get the itch to check your phone, you know where to look instead. I know it seems simple but having it prepped ahead of time saves you a lot of brainpower (believe me).

Water + Pipes Freezing Prep

Leave facets dripping and cabinet doors open. Vital you do both. They help prevent your pipes from freezing and bursting.

Find out where your water shut off is. I just found out mine is underneath my house in the crawl space - hurrah for me. Most apartments have much more easily accessible shut offs. Even if you're not certain you can shut it off yourself, know where it is so you can save time and direct someone who can. In the event a pipe bursts, shut the water off immediately and do not turn on water in the house until a professional can service it.

Find a number of a well reviewed plumber (or two) ahead of time. Sometimes cell service and internet goes out. Consider having these written down somewhere other than your phone or computer ahead of time.

Find out how you can flush your toilet with no power. Most people can add water to the back of the tank and still flush. So if you still have water you're good. Some places require a pump that runs on electricity. So find out beforehand. During power outages my family adopts the "if it's yellow, let it mellow, if it's brown, send it down" toilet rule to conserve water.

Consider grabbing a backup toilet option. I keep a five gallon bucket and extra trash bags for just such an occasion (and some cedar chips to help with smell but it's not strictly speaking necessary). Separating liquids from solids also helps with smell. I do this because if a pipe bursts, there's a good shot you won't be able to use your toilet any more. This is also important if your toilet runs on an electric pump and the power goes out.

Damage to Cars

Keep your car filled up to at least a half a tank. This protects the fuel lines and gives you enough gas to get out if you need to.

If you'll be traveling during the storm, make sure you have a winter car kit in the vehicle and know how to flag for help if you get stranded. It's beyond what I can cover here but there are a ton of great articles out there.

Check your levels and make sure nothing is running too low.

Have the number of your mechanic written down somewhere that's not your phone or laptop. Pretty self explanatory.

Trees Falling

I'm gonna be honest, I don't have a lot for this one given my disabilities. I have a plan with my neighbors who are in a better position to use it. You could consider grabbing some extra tarps in the event that you need to cover a window that gets damaged or similar. Basically, just have an idea of where your most vulnerable trees are and keep an ear out for them as the storm progresses.

Hope these spark some ideas for how to prep and stay safe out there!

[neediestwhore]

what jujutsu kaisen men would do seeing their partner go through withdrawl; jjk men x gn! reader (other characters coming soon)

cw; drug abuse, drug addiction

a/n; i'm not sure how others went through withdrawal, but this was based on my experience and how i felt without ice for a week straight, cold turkey. AND IT WAS SO BADDDD, i'm so happy i'm sober now. these are shorts instead of headcannons btw

___________________

GOJO SATORU

gojo used to constantly joke about how your hands were always cold and shivering. how you needed him as your personal heater everywhere you went. it was peculiarity that made you, you.

in the beginning, when he noticed that your hands were colder than usual. he thought it was due to you not eating your meals as often having to work late nights at the office. it was odd of course, he was concerned and pleaded with you to go see a doctor, reasoning with you that your hands felt like your veins were made of ice itself. but you brushed him off, expressing that it was probably because you were losing weight.

a few weeks after, he noticed your rapid weight loss, how you looked like bones. there wasn't any plumpness and radiance to your skin anymore. you looked like a walking corpse, your skin was paler, your hair was thinner, your voice, it felt raspier too. there were so many signs, how could he notice?

gojo occasionally cleans the bathroom. imagine to his surprise when he finds chunks of your hair stuck in the drain. baffled, he decided to confront you about it, trying to find out why you looked so different, even if you feel different. repeating what you did a few weeks back, you brushed it off like it was not a concern.

gojo noticed how you were unusually snapping at things frequently, things that wouldn't bother you back then. the simplest things like him tapping his feet on the floor, calling out your name, tickling you, those were all things you used to love. now it just brought nothing but annoyance to you.

gojo was hurt by your change in behaviour, he was desperate for an answer, all those nights begging you, pleading with you, to just give him an answer, tell him what he was doing wrong, but to no avail.

one night, you woke up gasping for air, drenched in sweat, clutching your chest. you couldn't breathe, gojo assumed that you just had a nightmare. he cradled you in his arms, burrowing your face into his chest, and rubbing your hair, whispering that everything was okay and that he's here.

gojo slowly beginning noticing things. how you would lock yourself in the bathroom for more than an hour constantly, shouting through the door that you were having constipation. the bathroom cabinet was frequently ransacked, razors were being taken apart and pills had been taken.

gojo had some idea of what was going on, but he refused to believe. not y/n, not his y/n.

he decided to take matters in to his own. one morning, you finally left the bathroom after spending at least 3 hours in it. gojo searched everyday in the bathroom, he was desperate for answers. he checked behind the drawer and to his horror, he found a tiny glass pipe wrapped in a old t-shirt, buried all the way back. he felt tears brimming in his eyes and and he was disappointed, not in you, but in himself. how did it take him almost a month to find this out, all this time when you were suffering from an addiction, he chose to turn away and listen to your sweet and reassuring lies. he felt his world crumble, his baby, his little baby that still slept with stuffed toys, his baby that drank from a kid's water bottle because you thought the design was cute. how could he have ever let you suffer like this? his poor baby.

when you came back into the room, pale and trembling, you were met with gojo's piercing blue eyes, and the glass instrument in his hand. he was silent. which was unusually of him, normally he would argue and try to reason with you if you did anything wrong, but this time he was quiet, just staring at you. gazing into his aqua eyes, heavy with sorrow, you could tell that what you did shattered him.

frozen, you couldn't come up with any lies at the top of your head. your mouth opened, you wanted to lie, and tell him that it wasn't yours, it was a friend's. but you just couldn't. lying would hurt him even more, judging by his face, you saw how broken and distraught he was.

"y/n, why? please just say something baby." gojo said, barely holding his voice, tears started to stream down his pale cheeks.

"i needed it-" you whispered. "i was really stress from everything going on, you- you don't undestand."

your eyes were glossy, you felt shameful. you this from gojo to protect him. you were hooked, you can't stop even you want to.

the look in his eyes stung you.

gojo stood up from the bed. he wanted to scream and cry in your arms. how could you have done this? why did you hide it from him for so long? but all he could muster up was a faint "are you experiencing withdrawal right now?"

you nodded.

gojo then collapsed into your arms just like the first day he found out you agreed to be his partner. this time, instead of experiencing euphoria, he felt nothing but despair and hopelessness.

the both of you sat in the floor for a long time, tangled in silence and trembling limbs. you cried like something in you had died that day, you were sure he was going to end things with you. gojo hugged you tightly, telling you that things would be okay and that he promises to love you forever and never leave you.

you fell asleep crying in gojo's arms, your face burrowed into his chest. you looked at peace. oh, how wished you could forever look like this.

silently, gojo cried above your figure, running through your hair while repeating, "oh my baby", gently sobbing as reality dawned on him that he wasn't there when you needed him most, that was why you turned to ice. he could do nothing but wail and beg for your forgiveness while you sleep.

RYOMEN SUKUNA

sukuna wasn't someone you would deem as soft or kind-hearted. he was the complete opposite.

he found enjoyment in people's misery, kept to himself and was an asshole to everyone.

everyone but you.

you were the only one that made him smile and laugh, the only one that could shut him up with a look, only you could touch him. no one else. sukuna didn't say "i love you" very often, instead he showed it through his actions, he would put a blanket over you and bury you kisses when you slept before him, he would make sure to ready a meal up before you got home, he would always make sure you drank enough water, sometimes forcing you to gulp a big glass of water so that you wouldn't be dehydrated.

but these couple of days, something was unusually off about you. not only did you not seem yourself, but sukuna also noticed a change in your behaviour, mannerisms and expressions. you didn't seem like the cheerful girl you were back then. you were cold, indifferent and shivering.

you were trembling. not just "the air-conditioning is too cold" trembling, but a nervous system breakdown. your skin was ghostly pale, your eyebags were darkening, your eyes were somehow always bloodshot, as if you didn't sleep for a while. wait- has he ever seen you sleep these days? he always slept before you because you kept on insisting that you weren't tired and just wanted to finish your book.

you were sweating through your sweater, not being able to sit still for a couple of seconds without roughly scratching your legs and arms.

you threw up 5 mornings in a row, reassuring him that it was just food poisoning and that sukuna was overthinking. but he knew better. he did. you barely touched the meals he cooked for you.

on that fateful day, sukuna came back home, exhausted from work. sukuna panicked. he found you curled up on the couch in the living room, blankets hovering over your frail figure, but you were still shaking, your eyes were uncannily wide and your pupils were blown.

"y/n?" he muttered baffled at the sight in front of him.

you didn't answer.

"y/n." he choked out at the verge of breaking down and sobbing on the floor.

still no answer from you.

sukuna dropped to his knees in front of you, eyes glistening with unshed tears. he began shaking you. sobbing out, pleading for an answer, for you to tell him what was going on.

your lips moved with all the effort you could muster up. "i'm fine."

"bull-fucking-shit" he snarled with panic instead of anger. "you look like a corpse."

and you denied yet again. the fact you didn't want to tell him what was going on was the final push to him breaking down and wailing in front of you.

"nono, you're not baby, please tell me what's wrong, i'm begging you please." sukuna whimpered out, choking through his cries.

you winced. you've never seen sukuna like this before, desperate with tears and snot running down his face, his nose and cheeks flushed.

"i'm fine." you muttered. "i stopped a few days ago."

sukuna froze

"stop what, y/n"

realization dawns on him as silence flooded the room, your eyes told him all he needed to know. his sweet little y/n that always calmed him down, babied him despite how aggravating he could be to deal with sometimes.

he could only choke out a sob as he holds you in arms begging you to forgive him for not being there for you, pleading with you to just stop, and telling you it was going to be okay and that he's here now.

to be continued...with other characters of course.

[sawarusi]

jacob black x f!reader

Puzzled

jacob deserves more love and i'll die on that hill!!!!!!! btw I'm not a native speaker, eng isn't my first language, so apologies in advance for any mistakes ;p

Jacob has been feeling down lately. his childhood crush just chose a bloodsucker, a sworn enemy to his kin over him. because of that, he often found himself hanging out on the lonely shores of the La Push beach, where he sought calm - and today was no exception. the chilly morning breeze lightly brushed his sitting form as he was deep in his thoughts. he was battling his own self in his mind - on one side trying to come up with a way, a scheme to get Bella back, to help her realize who she's bonded with. and on the other hand trying to just forget her, to move on and start a new chapter. but how? was the question getting him on the edge. he was all alone with his problem, no other person that could suggest any other way than his own. his mind was like a pile of puzzles with no pieces sorted out yet, just chaos.

the sun has risen, not fully, but enough to start reflecting off the water. some stray rays have hit his face, breaking him out of his trance. he instinctively shook and tilted his head to avoid the blinding lights. out of the corner of his eye, he saw a person walking their dog in a close distance. he just brushed it off and went back to pondering.

after a while of dissociating, Jacob was once again brought back to reality, but this time by something touching his shoulder. he turned to the direction from which it came - to his pleasant surprise it was a cute doggo sniffing his shirt. he automatically smiled and pet the cuddly pup, which was now headbutting him to get even more attention and pets.

"[dog's name]!" a voice was heard from nearby "cm'ere girl!!"

the dog, still enjoying Jake's affection, didn't nudge at all, ignoring any calls. she was way too comfortable to comply. the boy also seemed unbothered. "oh, so sorry, she managed to break free from her leash" the girl chuckled nervously. jacob looked up at her and smiled while lightly shaking his head "it's alright. she's really cute", he said while continuing to pet your fluffball. you sat down next to them as you realized she won't leave him anytime soon. you took a closer look at the boy, "hey, aren't you cold?" you noticed that he wasn't really dressed accordingly to the weather - it was quite chilly.

Jacob shrugged, glancing down at his bare arms like he hadn’t even noticed the cold until now. “not really,” he said with a faint smirk. “perks of running a little warmer than most people, i guess.”

you raised a brow, intrigued. “right, like some sort of internal heater?” you teased, hugging your knees for warmth. Your pup, completely in love with her new human friend, flopped over onto her back, demanding belly rubs. Jacob laughed softly and obliged, his fingers gently scratching her stomach.

“i’m Jacob, by the way” he offered, finally meeting your eyes properly. There was a flicker of something behind them - sadness, maybe - but also a quiet curiosity.

“nice to meet you, Jacob. I’m [Y/N], and that furball is [dog's name]” you said, nodding toward your dog. “She clearly has a good taste in people.”

Jacob chuckled again, the sound a little warmer this time. “yeah, she’s got good instincts, i guess.” He paused, watching the waves roll in for a moment. “so, do you always walk around here this early?”

"only when i need to clear my head” you replied honestly. “my pup hates mornings, but she tolerates them when there’s a beach involved.”

“that makes two of us,” he said with a soft smile. “i come here for the same reason.”

a comfortable silence fell between you, broken only by the soft rush of the tide and the occasional bark from your fluffball.

you glanced at him again. “you okay?” He was't too good at hiding his emotions.

he hesitated. “not really” he admitted. “but this… helps.”

you nodded, not pressing further. Instead, you reached into your bag and pulled out a spare thermos. “i've got some tea. Would you like some? It’s got ginger and cinnamon - might go well with your ‘naturally warm’ vibe” you said with a friendly smile.

Jacob blinked, surprised by the offer, then accepted it with a grateful nod. “thanks.”

You both sipped in silence for a while. The sun slowly climbed higher, casting golden hues on the sand and water. [dog's name] curled up between you two, finally dozing off.

“i guess… maybe forgetting isn’t the only way,” Jacob said quietly, mostly to himself. “maybe moving on isn’t about leaving everything behind. maybe it’s about finding something - or someone - new worth moving toward.”

you didn’t know exactly what he meant, but the way he said it made something shift inside you, too - like you were part of that new direction he hadn’t fully realized yet. you shifted closer towards him, your shoulder brushed lightly against his, but he didn't really mind.

and for the first time in weeks, Jacob felt the pieces of his mind begin to settle - just a little. the puzzle wasn’t complete, not yet. but maybe, just maybe, he’d found the corner piece.

omg i hope you guys will like it!!!! that's literally my first, like, longer and major ff :O also any feedback will be heavily appreciated<3

[guilore]

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆Warmth⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

Summary: Just a lazy afternoon between the two

Pairing: Jacob Black X oc? It's just a mention of a name(Divya) with female pronouns.

Word count: 3k

I'll probably edit this as to add more storyline but decided to post it as I've been offline for long enough.

I didn't reread this so there might be some mistakes

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The rain drips down the window as the wind blows through the thick forest, giving it the odd feeling of calmness. If Divya wasn't so used to it by now she'd be worried for her boyfriend like mad. Well if she didn't know he was a wolf.

But now? Now it's like a routine, given how often it rains in Forks.

Rubbing her feet together underneath her blanket Divy buried herself deeper into her pile of blankets. That damned heater stopped working yet again, making her consider just throwing it out, knowing it's a second time it malfunctioned.

With a sigh she just peacefully, abelit bored, continued reading her book. Which happened to not be so interesting as Divya dozed off in seconds, not to add the sound of rain played a significant part in it too.

Unfortunately enough she couldn't rest long as that familiar padding against the hard wood woke her up.

".... shit.." she mumbles with a groan pushing herself up, her book falling off the bed while doing so, groggily she moved, her bare feet hitting the cold wooden tiles as she dragged her body out of the bedroom. "....fuckin'..." A yawn slipped past her lips as Divy leaned against the doorframe, her gaze focusing on the silhouette she came to know so well.

Jacob stood just slightly away from the door so as not to make any mess, considering he's dropping wet. He ran a hand through his hair, shaking the water off as if he still was a wolf.

".... You might want to take a shower" she mumbles, and at that Jacob's gaze flickered to her's and a smirk tugged at his lips.

"And you should be asleep," He said taking her form in, an oversized t-shirt with some band logo that's worn out, her favourite one that she always sleeps in.

"Yeah well um—.... thought... someone broke in or something" Divya mumbles, her arms crossed as she watched him. Jacob's brow raised at that and he took few attentive steps towards the girl.

"Intruders huh?" He mused, "I doubt anyone would want to break in here" He adds stepping just a few feet away, his gaze, dark ever so watchful eyes locked in on her face. "... better safe than worry" Divya said with a huff pushing herself off the door frame to give his shoulder a nudge "Come on, you stink of wolf " she said walking past him to the shower.

Jacob of course had that soft smirk plastered as he soon followed after

"What? We're taking a shower together now?" He asked, head slightly tilting as if daring her, at which she just hums.

"Not happenin' "

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The door to the bathroom creaked open, revealing a small, cozy but worn out bathroom. Both of them didn't say anything as they stepped inside, not wanting to ruin this oddly comfortable atmosphere.

Divy perched herself on the closed toilet, pulling one leg up so she could rest her chin on her knee. Watching as Jacob took his shirt off, throwing it in the watching machine.

"You look like a wet dog,"

A snicker escaped past her lips, a lazy smile graced her lips too.

"That's a...good thing?"

Jacob raised an eyebrow, gaze moving to hers as he unbuttons his trousers.

"I mean— yeah, yeah obviously"

An amused huff escaped Jacob as he simply shook his head slightly, stepping into the bathtub.

The noise of the shower running filled the bathroom, with occasional movements as Jacob moved on and about his business.

"You'll wash my back too?"

His voice called out, making Divya snap out of her headspace.

"What?— wash your back?"

She repeated, gaze flickering to the shower curtains, behind which was Jacob. Truthfully Divya thought he was just teasing.

"yeah"

Apparently not.

After a second of silence, Divya slid off the toilet seat, rubbing the back of her head a bit awkwardly.

"...m'kay"

She mumbles, shuffling and grabbing the sponge that was on the edge of the tub. Jacob shot her a look from behind his shoulder but said nothing, just looked back ahead. Letting Div run the sponge across his back quietly.

".... something...happened?" She asked after she drenched the sponge in water to clean his back of soap. At which Jacob huffed. His hair was wet, droplets of water sliding down his forehead across his cheek.

"What gave you that impression?" He asked, side eyeing her over his shoulder,

"Nothing— just uh, well no not... nothing. You've been just like, quiet. I haven't heard your attitude in a while"

Divya hums with a shrug, having finished washing his back.

Not letting him answer, or rather not letting the awkward silence fill the room as Jacob did not look like he wanted to answer, Div spoke up again.

".... want me to wash your hair too?"

Jake just nodded slowly lowering himself until he sat down in the tub.

Truthfully he has short hair, washing it would take like 5 minutes, max. But it does fill the silence.

Divya preached herself on the edge of the tub, squeezing out some soap before she began washing his scalp thoroughly.

If Jacob didn't want to speak, she will.

"I've uh— I've been driving around with my van, you know? And I think I've heard some... cracking in there? I'm like, pretty sure it shouldn't be happening—"

"Want me to check it?"

"....uh yeah, yeah if you have time?"

Divya nodded slowly, more to herself than him, a small chuckle escaped her.

"Honestly I'm just glad it's still driving. I wouldn't be surprised if one day it fully breaks down" she said shaking her head softly, her fingers moving across his head, rubbing small circles with her fingers.

"How old is it anyway?" Fortunately for her, Jacob regained himself, a bit, but it's something.

"Gee— I don't know, my uncle gave me it and it was already in a bad state. I think....10 years?" She said with a shrug, at which Jacob just nodded.

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Soon enough they were back in the bedroom,

"... Long day huh?" Divya as always tried to fill the silence,

"Yeah,"

The girl hummed to herself at that, crouching down to pick up her book which has previously got thrown on the floor. Turning the book around in her hand, and dusting it off.

"Oh by the way I started reading th—"

Suddenly, Divya felt a tug on her wrist, making her just slightly stumble back before hitting what she felt like was Jacob's chest.

Confused she looked up, only a bit as Jacob was already glued to her, his face burying in the crook of her neck, inhaling.

"...Jake?" She echoes softly, as if she would break the moment if she spoke louder.

He just shook his head slightly, his free hand that wasn't holding her wrist, wrapped around her waist, hand just slightly slipping underneath her shirt.

"You're cold," he murmurs, voice muffled by her skin.

"Yeah—" a chuckle slipped past Div's lips, her gaze flickering to the heater by the drawers. "the heater broke,"

"again?" Jake groans into her neck.

"Mhm," she nods with a hum before adding.

"But you're warm" Div said, leaning into him as if to prove her point.

[the-six-that-thrive-if]

I’m not sure if any of the RO’s can even get sick but how would they act if they were sick?

HOW THE RO'S ACT WHEN SICK

THE DEMON —

He doesn't get sick often. Hasn't gotten sick in years, maybe centuries even. And when he does get sick, he's cold as ice. Sluggish. Is bedridden with heaters and heating lamps over him cause he isn't used to being so cold. Shivering physically and still cracking jokes as if he isn't pale in the face. You'll have to make sure he eats and stays warm. He wants you to stay near him, though he won't say it.

THE ANGEL —

Whiny and incoherent. Trying to say she isn't sick, while she's coughing and sneezing and throwing up. She's a mess. Calling your name when she's sick and asking you to do things for her. She doesn't want to get you sick, but she also doesn't want to be alone. Will cling onto you, head on your shoulder asking you to stay with her if you have to leave.

THE DRAGON —

Hates getting sick and does a lot of steps to avoid getting sick. So when she becomes sick, she already knows and is annoyed. You'll find her in the water, warm or hot water, on her back, a cold towel on her forehead and eyes. Just floating. She's also more snippy and sassy when she's sick. But grateful if you do anything for her and will make it up to you.

THE ARMADILLO —

Sleeping. Deep sleep. He is knocked out, covered in piles and piles of blankets, completely hidden. You don't know how he's not burning up. He rarely gets sick and he's dedicated half the day to rest, only to arise as the sun sets and do literally laps and physical activity to make himself tired again and passes out. He's good within a day or two.

THE WARDEN —

Like he's getting sick. lmfao. And if he could, he's popping a couple pills and still working. Fighting off the sickness.

THE KING —

He's apologizing if he's sick. He doesn't want to get you sick. Really really thankful and thank you constantly for every little thing while he's stuck in bed. He'll do something in return promise.

[blubushie]

10am and back on my bullshit in light of Recent News.

So I'm gonna bitch about Sniper's camper a little (such as things it realistically would and would not have), and explain some things!

...While using Tilly of course. Camper anatomy course!

For comparison, this is Sniper's camper.

Now, for my issues and corrections with this...

The biggest thing that I notice in canon camper is the extreme lack of windows. Sniper's camper, given the timeline, would be a 60s-era model. Most 60s-era campers did not have air conditioning as their roofing wasn't strong enough to support the weight of an aircon. As you can see by looking at the roof of the camper, his does not have aircon. To make up for the lack of this, you need AIRFLOW or the camper becomes a dangerously high-heat oven. This means his camper would have multiple windows with flywire, not vents, to allow for airflow, and also a greater number of windows than is on the canon model. I will note that the venting front nook window is pretty cool though, and I've never seen one.

Sniper's camper would probably not have a shower, as there's not enough room for one. See how little it hangs off the tailgate? It has a toilet though. ALL campers that hang off the tailgate like that have a toilet. Also, despite Sniper's camper defo having a bathroom, it lacks a bathroom vent for some reason.

Sniper's camper lacks jacks?? I assume this is an oversight due to modelling reasons for SFM, and not that he took the jacks off. The jacks are necessary for maintenance purposes.

The tops of campers are always flat and I don't know why his Does That. I'm deciding it's stylistic reasons cuz otherwise he wouldn't be able to get in bed.

On that note—Sniper has a queen-size bed. I know it doesn't look like one, but trust me, that's a queen-size bed. No I don't care about the internal model that they never planned for anyone to see. It might be a bit cramped in the length department because he's a tall cunt, and it might be a bit cramped in the height department (there's not even a metre of headspace off the bed), but it's not cramped in the "If I roll in any one direction I will fall out" department, I assure you.

I'm not gonna fuss about the water fill hole or the heater or nothing, or the lack of LPG signage. I assume the lack of them is the same reason as the lack of jacks.

Ok, now for some general notes for people who don't know much about campers...

Campers from this era are entirely powered off the vehicle they're attached to. There's something called a pigtail, basically a long bundle of wire, that connects the truck to the camper and provides power, lights, etc. Some modern campers have space, usually under the sink, for a car battery to attach so you can power the camper off a separate battery without the use of a vehicle, but all campers from this era are powered by car battery through the pigtail only. THIS MEANS THAT IF YOU RUN YOUR BATTERY TOO OFTEN YOU WILL BE STRANDED AS YOUR CAR WILL NOT START. Ever leave your headlights on? A lot of people would get around this by using deep-cycle batteries (which are rechargeable), and they usually kept a spare. Or two. Some vehicles, like the Ford Camper Special line, allowed room for two car batteries in the engine bay to specifically get around this. Ideally one battery would be your starter, and the other would be a deep-cycle that everything ran off of. This would prevent you from draining your car's battery, and as deep cycle batteries recharge while you're driving, this works great. Other people (like me) use deep-cycles ONLY, and recharge the batteries by cycling them out as needed.

To use your stove you have to go outside, open the LPG panel, turn the valve on your propane tanks until it's loose, then go back inside, wait a few minutes, turn on the propane ON THE STOVE, and then light your pilot light (if you have a pilot light, most campers from this era do not) or light your burners individually. When you're done cooking or wharever, you have to go back outside and turn off your propane. If you do not do this your propane will leak while you drive.

You have to turn on the water by turning on the water pump, this requires electricity. Most campers have an overhead panel somewhere near the kitchen to do this. Others have it under the sink.

Most campers can be powered without battery as long as you have an electrical source!! See the "camper city power" panel—this allows you to plug in an electrical cord directly into the camper to power it off that instead of off your truck. Downside—this requires an electrical outlet. It's really only used when a camper is home and someone is living out of it, or when someone is camped at a powered campground (like an RV park), which are extremely rare because most RV parks do not allow jack-on campers. I've only ever used this plug at home. 😅

Campers run on fuses. Given the era, Sniper's camper would probably run on old SFE glass fuses, likely 20As (mine runs on SFE-20As across the board).

There will be a part 2 to this showing the interior layout and what that's like when I get around to it later today.

[petula-xx]

Am celebrating a personal frugal win today. In 2024 I reduced my electricity consumption in every month compared to my 2023 usage.

I was already thrifty in 2023 so this is very satisfying. Lots of small, daily decisions and choices really can make a difference.

It's going to be hard to beat in 2025 but I am definitely up for the challenge!

**Extra info as per request from @cottagecore-and-backyard-gardens

Small things that I believe have helped to reduce my electricity use:

Using LED globes, having as few lights on as is necessary, turning the oven off 5 mins before time (there's enough heat to finish the cooking). Batch cooking - cook multiple things in the oven at the same time eg: a cake and chicken. Kettle - only boil the amount of water you need not the full jug every time.

I have a gas wall furnace and how I use it has helped save electricity too (its fan runs on electricity). Closing off rooms that don't need heating, turning the heater off 2 hours before bed as there is enough heat to get through. Turning the heater off for a while once it gets to around 22 celcius/ 72 Farenheit. In Winter that can add up to around 20+ hours less use of gas and electricity for that appliance every week! Door snakes and draught stoppers help too.

Waiting until there's a full load of laundry to do rather than multiple, small loads. Efficiently packing the fridge and freezer. Empty fridges use more power to keep cool whereas a stocked fridge has fewer air spaces and a greater cold thermal mass from the items in it. When food is running low I have often temporarily filled the fridge with unopened pantry goods such as tins and tetra pack products. Deciding what I need before opening the fridge/ freezer doors is a no brainer.

I know these are all tiny things. All the little things do add up though. I hope this has been useful! - P

[rhiandoesfandom]

Ficlet- Cold

(I'm gonna try my best with this one cause I'm doing this on my phone and one wrist HURTS rn but I had this idea and needed to execute. So sorry if there's more typos).

(CW: passive suicidal ideation)

Stolas steps into the cold air, seeing it on his breath. Maybe it's the temperature that was always a lukewarm in what used to be his palace that made him forget that the rings have seasons. Their own version anyway. It still gets cold. The air from your lungs still rises and dissipates. But he hasn't really experienced the winter in Pride. Not really.

He leans against the railing once more, the exact place on the balcony that he doubts got much use before his arrival, but is now an often place of contemplation for him. He shivers and holds his arms. Don't they make thicker clothing? He doesn't know, he's never really had to wear it. Without his powers however, it's like he feels everything stronger. Fear, love, devastation, contemplation, cold. He should go inside where Blitz has been splurging on the heat since the living room gets awfully cold at night. Stolas tried to insist in turning it off at least during the day but Blitz wasn't having it.

He thinks back to the last few months in the care of Blitz Buckzo and sighs, smiling to himself. That silly man has been so sweet. So engaging. So caring. Is it all an act? Was he capable of this all along? He doesn't know. They still don't talk candidly. At least as much as he'd like. But to be fair, he himself is not fully honest when it comes to such conversation.

He shivers again. Rubbing his arms now. Part of it feels good. To shiver. To feel the cold against his feathers. How they puff up to adjust to the cold. What if he just stayed out here? What would happen?

So he doesn't go inside. He stays. Leaning on the railing. His legs shaking until he sits down against the rungs. Eyes closing with the cold breeze brushing against his face. Numbing his beak.

Blitz comes home. Throwing his scarf and heavy coat with the sewn IMP patch on the arms. He smiles at it then looks around.

"Stols? Stolas!", he yells. He checks the meager amount of rooms, even Loona's but he's nowhere to be seen. Until out of the corner of his eyes he sees a pile of something on the balcony. He runs, throwing open the back door and seeing a frosty Stolas, unconscious against the rungs of the balcony. He shakes his shoulders, nothing. He slaps his cheeks gently. Nothing. Until almost a full minute passes and Stolas coughs, attempting to open all four eyes but some are frozen shut. The eyelids purple.

Picking Stolas up in his arms immediately, he pulls him into the living room, laying him on the couch. One blanket, two, three, four layer over Stolas, as many as Blitz can find throughout the small apartment. Even taking Loona's duvet. He then turns the heat on high, and starts some coals in a pan to swallow so that he can be another heater for him.

Stolas groans, in pain from his eyes and other frozen joints. Blitz runs over, "What the FUCK were you thinking??!" He asks panicked. "You could have died if I didn't come home!!" Blitz semi-yells, his voice tinged with fear.

"I simply wanted to feel the cold", Stolas answers, struggling the words out of his beak. He's shaking now, the mix of cold and heat giving a shockwave to his body. The heat feels good but it also burns. Or is it the cold that burns? Any which way, it's what he wished for.

"I don't-i-why??!", Blitz asks again, holding his face in warm red hands. Stolas nuzzles against the fingers, Blitz moving his claws through the feathers gently.

"I'm sorry i-im just sorry", he mutters out. Looking up at Blitz with all four eyes now. Two starting to water. Blitz sighs and kisses his cheek, "You can't fucking scare me like that".

Finishing the coals, Blitz downs them and climbs on the couch and under the blankets with him, holding him tight. Stolas sighs in relief and leans against him in a smaller spoon against his caring imp.

And whispers quietly, "I think he was like this all along".

[steddieasitgoes]

Do I have more important projects with actual deadlines I should be working on? Yes. Did I write a silly failed shower sex ficlet instead? Also yes. Enjoy!

Also, they don’t actually do anything but there is some suggestive language/jokes so minors be gone!

When it came to showering, Eddie and Steve had very different ideas about the ideal water temperature.

Eddie’s used to fast, lukewarm showers that border more on the cold side. Years and years of conserving the hot water for Wayne and his aching bones have taught him how to be quick and adjust to the cold water hitting his body. If he’s honest with himself, he prefers the cold water now. It energizes him in a way a cup of bitter coffee never has.

Steve, on the other hand, is used to warm showers with water so hot it’s a degree away from scalding temperatures. The type of showers that leave the mirror fogged up and his body flushed red when he steps out fifteen or twenty minutes later.

Naturally, the first time Steve and Eddie decided to shower together was an utter disaster.

It was meant to be intimate and sexy. Steve had mentioned that he’d never fucked anyone in his shower before and Eddie, always eager to take a first away from Steve, had sprung up from the plush mattress and dragged him into the en suite.

They stripped the clothes off each other in a quiet sort of fervor. Eager, but also wanting to savor the moment. It wasn’t often they got to see each other like this. Standing bare in the warm lighting of Steve’s bedroom. Usually, they spent their time, naked on their backs in beds. This was different.

Marveling at Steve’s adonis-level body for too long always made Eddie a bit twitch, so after a moment or two he tugged him into the shower to officially get things started. At least, that was the plan but the minute the warm water landed on Eddie’s skin he let out an ear-piercing yelp and leaped so high, he nearly hit his head on the ceiling above.

“Jesus H. Christ,” he swore.

“What the hell, Eds?” Steve shouts back, slicking his wet hair back as the warm water hits his back.

“What do you mean ‘what the hell’ you’re the one who's trying to burn my dick off!”

Steve snorted, stepping further into the stream of hot water. “Don’t be dramatic. S’just a little warm.”

“Just a little warm,” Eddie mocked as he stepped further away from the shower head, backing himself into a corner. “Stevie, you’re turning redder and redder by the second. It’s too hot!”

“No such thing as too hot.”

“My dick begs to differ!”

Without waiting for Steve to retort, Eddie reached a hand into the scalding water and turned the faucet 45 degrees in the opposite direction. In a matter of seconds, the water started cooling off. Eddie had never been more grateful for Steve’s fancy ass house and working water heater system than that moment.

This time it was Steve who yelped as the cold water assaulted his body. Thankfully, he didn’t leap like Eddie had and instead sidestepped out from under the faucet leaving enough room for Eddie to dive right under the cool stream.

“Now this is an appropriate water temperature.”

“Are you kidding me?” Steve scoffed. “My dick is shriveling up in this! Look!”

Eddie’s gaze immediately dropped and yeah, okay, that was going to be a problem.

“Damn, you really are a grower.”

“Oh my god,” Steve groaned before yanking Eddie away from the shower head.

Just as Steve was about to turn the faucet in the other direction, Eddie’s hand was on his, holding it steady.

“Eddie! I’m going to freeze if I don’t make it warmer.”

“And I’m going to melt! It’s not that bad, you’ll get used to it.”

“I don’t want to get used to it. You get used to my temperature.”

They stayed like that, hands clutched around the faucet, bickering back and forth for several more moments before coming to an impasse. In the end, neither one won The Great Water Temperature Debate and instead, they sprinted back into Steve’s room to satisfy themselves the old-fashioned way: sprawled out on Steve’s mattress, taking turns tearing each other apart.

It wasn’t until years later when they stayed at a hotel with dual shower heads, that they finally got to cross “shower sex” off their not-safe for Dustin’s eyes bucket list.

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2012 leo dating headcanons!

also I need to be working on requests oops

-he likes reading romance novels and has a stash of them hidden in between his bed and the wall!

-when first starting a relationship with you, he’s somewhat reserved and awkward despite having known you for a long while before.

-he’s a mutant turtle living in the sewers without human interaction for 15 years, can you blame the guys for thinking he’d never have a girlfriend?

-when alone with you, he’s more open and willing to reciprocate affection, often making corny jokes to alleviate his anxiety.

-it was somewhat obvious to everyone about his crush on you since he tended to be shyer and more tense around you (bullied by his brothers 24/7 yes even DONNIE).

-Leo often confides in you with most of his problems and conflicts, just like how he does with Splinter.

-His leader side comes out when planning date nights and other romantic scenes, he wants to impress you and give you the image of someone composed and calm (he’s not). A bit of a control freak over it, it’s a bit endearing.

-he tries to take reign of the relationship, but acts like an idiot when you give him any form of positive affirmation.

-whenever he’s nervous about his relationship with you, his mind goes to ‘what would captain Ryan do?’. Granted it did earn him an absolutely horrifying version of you berating him once so he turned it down.

-don’t let him cook!!! He threw water on a small oil fire once and he was demoted to being to watch you cook from a distance (20 feet).

-he pulls his weight by always washing the dishes afterwards, you’d consider him a male wife if he wasn’t so shit at cooking.

-you both have cooking dates, meaning you give Leo basic tasks like cutting the vegetables or setting up the table while you narrate the steps on how to make the meal you’re cooking at the moment.

-he loved it when you made a rice omelet for him and when he tried to teach you how to use some ketchup to write kanji on it.

-since he’s a turtle, he’s cold blooded (obviously), and so he likes to get warm by using you as his personal heater and pillow.

-he likes being the little spoon and being coddled when he’s anxious and worried about the future and the safety of his family.

-he’s obsessed with his Japanese heritage and reads Japanese literature and poetry, also knows more Japanese out of all of his brothers.

- Leo is a somewhat traditional type of person, and believes in chivalry. He is a bit old-fashioned in his views of gender roles, and sees himself as the protector and provider for you.

- he still respects your independence and ability to take care of yourself. He doesn't try to control you, he knows that you can take care of yourself, but he often gets worried which causes him to try and control some aspects of your life.

- While Leo is comfortable with taking on a more feminine role, he still values traditional masculinity and feels the need to protect you above all.

-tries to imitate the actions of the man in some of the romantic movies he’s seen, a bit desperate to please you.

[calmcoldevening]

Could you continue on with the Sinclair brothers x reader, who hates the hot weather. But this time, making it with the brothers hating the cold. Because as somebody who was born and raised in the north. The cold is nothing to me, like I see people even wearing shorts in the middle of winter.

Sinclair brothers, who hates cold x reader

• The boys grew up in a hot climate and are used to wearing as little clothes as possible, so the cold doesn't bother them much.

• In the winter, Vincent spends even more time in his basement to avoid the cold weather. He already has cold hands, and the kitten will get even colder. However, the mask keeps his face from getting as cold as the rest of his body. He wears all the warm sweaters he has and looks like a penguin.

• Well, it's not that Lester doesn't like something. He rarely doesn't like anything. It's just unusual and less comfortable, but that doesn't mean he'll stay at home all the time. He's a positive boy who sees the good in everything. So if there's enough snow and you decide to make a snowman, Lester will be there. He'll make sure to make snowmen of all of you: one with a displeased face (Bo), another with a cute mask and button eyes (Vincent), a third with a dented cap and a joint in his teeth (Lester), and in the center, a cool snowman with a crown (it doesn't look much like a crown, so he'll find a real one at home and place it on the snowman's head, but it's you).

• Bo becomes even more irritable during the winter. At least now he understands a little bit why you didn't like the heat and complained so much. But he won't complain. He'll just walk around with a sour face and ruin everyone's mood, yeah.

• Now there are warm blankets in every corner of the house, just in case they get cold. Also, there's less beer in the fridge, but there's always a hot kettle on the stove and a pack of ground coffee on the table. Now they drink everything warm, even hot (well, beer doesn't taste very good warm, so they have to change their priorities): coffee, tea, and hot chocolate (only Lester drinks it. He's still a child at heart).

• If you walk around the house in shorts or short pajamas, Bo's eye starts twitching. "Put some clothes on! I'm cold just looking at you!" He's an impressionable bro. But in reality, they're both afraid and fascinated by it. Do you go outside in just your pajamas? Wow. Bo's looking for his warm jeans at the same time.

• They'll never let you open a window in winter, ever. Only if they're not at home. And when they get back, they'll chase you around with a slipper and complain about how cold the house is (Bo, the others are just warming up).

• The heater is on full blast 24/7. They even have a schedule for taking turns sitting by it.

• In winter, they cling to you like little kittens. When you're watching a movie, Vincent is wrapped in a blanket on your right, Bo is on your left, and Lester is at your feet, surrounded by pillows. "It's cold outside, but you're so warm... Will you warm my bed instead of the heater?" Throw a piece of ice at Bo, let him suffer.

• They often take hot baths now. You help Vincent with this question, because he's just a cute kitten. He's sitting in the bathtub, hugging his knees, still wearing his mask, and you're gently washing his hair. He enjoys this care, so yes. He's the most innocent and protective child here.

• The cold makes Vincent sleepy and lazy. He burrows into a pile of blankets like a cocoon and falls asleep. He can sleep for an entire day. If you decide to sleep next to him, he won't mind, but he will be happy. Vincent will snuggle up to you like his personal heater and breathe softly on your shoulder.

• If he lived alone, he would have hibernated like a bear long ago.

• Lester only likes winter because of the cool games. He makes Bo build a snow slide and fill it with water so they can slide down it, and he spends days sliding down it with you. Plus, the activity in the game keeps him from getting too cold. He even likes winter to some extent. The games, the snowballs, the snowmen, and the cocoa. The key is to get the marshmallows in time, as Lester loves them.

• Bo bought his own heater for his room after you walked down the street in your shorts. "You're definitely not human..." (Actually, you were just going outside to get something, but it's Bo)

[blue-jisungs]

Hi! Love your works! I had an idea if you have time to write it. How would the xdh members act/treat you when you're sick? Thank you!

you’re sick ♡

author's note. thank u sm cutie <33 thank u for requesting, i love me some xdh reqs hehe sorry for such a long wait and i hope you enjoy it!! ^_^

warnings. obv mention of being sick, meds

┆彡 GUNIL [ 건일 ]

i feel like he’d panic internally but he would make a top tier nurse

obv hates seeing you in pain so would do everything to help you recover soon

all the time by your side :(

and if he can’t bc leader duties, he’d be sure to facetime you and leave needed meds on your nightstand

but because he cares abt your health sm he can get a bit… serious about it

taking u to the doctor, making sure you eat and take ur meds on time (even if it doesn’t matter), making sure the temperature of the room is right and probably will make sure u don’t tire yourself by watching tv 🧍‍♀️

may or may not sleep on the couch while you’re sick bc he doesn’t want to get sick too :((

┆彡 GAON [ 가온 ]

confused chick.exe

poor bby doesn’t really know what to do :(

you’ll probably end up taking care of urself lmao but he’s there to help

like,, will go to the doctor with you or hand you the meds

or buy them but only when you specifically tell him the name and all the info, even the color of the pills

he’s just scared he’ll buy some kind of wrong meds and you’ll end up getting worse :(

makes the best warm tea tho like <3

but! he’s not scared to sleep n cuddle with you, even when you’re all sniffly 🥹

┆彡 JUNGSU [ 정수 ]

sigh i love him

so so tender and soft and just :((

brushes your hair out of your face when it sticks to your forehead bc of the sweat :((

puts up w all ur moody moments, from cuddles bc you’re cold to listening patiently when you’re whining bc your nose is stuffed

calls him mom to ask for help what to doooo <\\3

brings u her soup (believes it will heal you)

sits w u all day, even if it means getting sick too eventually

┆彡 SEUNGMIN [ 승민 ]

will approach you in a mask and gloves type of guy LMAOO

no but he’s very cautious

however, you’ll get well in no time

knows exactly what’s up and exactly which meds he needs to buy for u

knows all those granny tricks for speedy recovery

and they work too??

will urge u to sleep a lot

now and then will sneak a kiss on your forehead “to check if your body temperature is right”

┆彡 JUNHAN [ 준한 ]

he panics sm gosh but eventually calms down and googles everything

btw he found out that apparently you’ll die in two days bc it’s a heart attack symptoms (a regular cold)

makes sure u take all the meds needed and prepares warm soups n teas

but also if there’s an option to buy a flavoured cough syrup or medicine in general, he’ll pick those in ur fav flavours or those who he thinks won’t taste as bitter :(

will be your personal heater if u get cold

hated seeing u in pain so sneakily will make everything to make u fall asleep,, scratching your back gently, playing with your hair, cuddling…

will not hesitate to throw out used tissues after u blew ur nose and missed the bin

well probably end up sick immediately after u get well so….. how the turn tables,, pls take care of him ^_^

┆彡 JOOYEON [ 주연 ]

madness. chaos. disorder.

probably gets sick like day after you

totally not bc he drink from ur water bottle on accident n such

you just call gunil.

he brings u all the necessities while u cuddle with joo and watch tv or nap

sometimes he’ll make a soup or a warm dish but bc of his stuffed nose majority of the dish is burnt

(he swears he didn’t smell it burning…)

checks ur temperature often tho, wants to make sure it’s not dangerous

good luck sleeping w him tho like,, if u get hot at night he doesn’t care….. he will stick to u as if he was attached by glue

you complain it’s sweaty and gross but he doesn’t really care >:T

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[solsilverpine]

If you write autistic!Venom/autistic!Eddie I will love you forever!!

Hey Anon, I don’t know when I will get to writing this because I accidentally wrote a novel length fic for Star wars Rebels which is my main project rn, but here are some of my ideas I have jotted down to explore when I get a chance to write it!

[Edit: I actually wrote this reply before TLD came out and am writing a short fic for that so I will have a little something out soon but not this one]

I have a lot of ideas for them. There is exploring the big things like noise and fire that can hurt them both, as well as similar stimuli. Does venom associate being unnaturally warm in that way one can when exposed to synthetic heat (like a heater) with fire? Does light sensitivity ever push one of them, or both of them, into a state of panic? What ways can they find to make these things less scary? Do they explore music, cool sunglasses, lava lamps?

Then theirs the little ways they interact while Eddie is working. I like to think venom would hover and try to make sure Eddie is having food or water or coffee, but also bounce ideas or add a new perspective, trying to figure out what he needs before he needs it.

But also I’d love to explore the intimacy of their existence as them. They’ve both felt like outsiders, individuals who think or feel or react in a way that’s against the norm. This is probably the first time either of them haven’t had to mask, hide their thoughts, the first time they can just…exist with someone else. And exist with themselves.

And the quite moments of simply sitting, thinking about nothing. The deep existential conversations that offer insight into how each view the world. The hyper-focus google spirals at 3am, pausing movies so they can talk about their thought on it, on something seemingly unrelated or so they can google an actor. The moments of Eddie wanting to show venom things, foods, experiences. To share his joys and passions and heartbreaks. To explore the thrill and excitement and the feeling of ‘us’ and ‘good’ and ‘right’ that come with fighting bad guys.

Then there’s their romance, which I like to think is so much bigger then love or lust. Its bliss, its rapture, is the feeling of being know, being seen, being whole. Its the two of them breaking apart and coming back together so many time they don’t know where one of them starts and the other ends, because for them that boundary need not exist at times like this. It’s the invention of a new language spoken with teeth and tongues and just the right amount of pressure that the two of them create to say what they can’t put into words.

I think so often about how the entire reason the two of them have their fight in Let there be Carnage is because they both care about each other more then they care about them selves. They both want to protect people, but more then that they want to protect their other half, this person they love and care for and its so complicated at times, but really it’s very simple.

I have so many thoughts and ideas I could talk about them for ages. But I also know my head cannons are based around how I experience the world, which for me is often so intense that I struggle to make it small enough to put it into thoughts and words. They might not necessarily be relatable to anyone else.

Anyways I’m sorry this took me a while to get to and that it turned out a little long but I would definitely like to turn it into a proper fic when I get the time/spoons. 🖤🩶🤍