#I LOVE THEM AND THEIR DOMESTIC JUST SOME NICE DOMESTIC NONSENSE

[kneelingshadowsalome]

Mother, I am hungry☹️ could you please give us a list of Kinks you think Konig would have to satisfy my hunger?🙏🏾

Hooooo boy!

CW: PURE FILTH below the cut, 18+ only. Light dom/sub, disciplinary/power play, exhibitionism, light bondage, domestic servitude, somnophilia, yandere!König killing someone who saw you naked, squirting, porn, M/F/F/F

Nature lover. The blowjob in the forest fantasy wasn't a lie! König thinks it would be romantic to make love to you in the middle of a dreamy glade, rut you against a sturdy tree, or have you take him in your mouth on some picturesque beach empty of other people.

He would also love to "warm himself" during a nice little wintertime walk, perhaps push you on your belly in the snow and tug your pants down just enough for him to slide inside your wet heat. The contrast between the frigid air and your warm, wet pussy drives him over the brink in mere minutes, and it's cute to watch you pout all the way back home – he knows his cum is spilling out of you, staining your underwear. He should give you a wash when you get back to turn that frown upside down ❤️

Powerplay. König loves to be in control. He would like to set a few rules for you and punish you when you "accidentally" break them. Those rules would be nonsensical and superficial – such as that you must greet him in nothing but your underwear when he comes home, ensure he always has clean clothes in the drawer, cook his favorite meal on Sundays, things like that. "You know what this means, Schatz," he mutters on your neck upon noticing you've broken his Sacred Rules, much to his delight – because the disciplinary action is that he's allowed to take you right then and there.

It's even better if you beg him not to punish you, explaining that you're tired or that you forgot. It's too bad, because only a safeword will save you. König is already getting his leaking cock out while you're on your knees, asking him to be merciful, just this once. "You know I have to do this… It's the only way you'll learn," he says before commanding you to either open that pretty mouth or turn around and bend over.

Squirting. He would be overjoyed if he got you to squirt. König has mainly watched amateur porn because regular porn is too emotionless and unnatural in his opinion. His preference is women doing solo – that's when he learned what squirting was and immediately vowed he would make his future wife squirt one day.

Exhibitionistic tendencies. This kind of ties in with the sex in nature fantasies: König would secretly love to get caught while having sex. He would particularly love it if the one catching you was a man, so that a "rivaling male" could see 1. how a woman is supposed to be fucked 2. how much you enjoy being fucked by him 3. what they can never have, i.e. gorgeous, whimpering, devastated you.

Yandere König would also kill the one who witnessed you two (and what's worse: witnessed you in a vulnerable, naked, quivering state), and I mean kill him right away, then come back to continue the session as if nothing happened 💀 In his mind, it's all very simple: he has to get rid of the one who laid eyes on you, then give you and himself an orgasm. In that order.

For him, there's nothing odd or wrong with striking a bloodied knife on your nightstand when he returns from his quest for blood. He'll insert his still hard cock inside you while speaking sweet nonsense in your ear, cooing how tight you are in a shaky, adrenaline-filled voice. You try to ignore the fact that he now has dried blood on his muscles, but it's no use. König reminds you of what he just did when your face distorts with tight pleasure. "No one is going to see you like this and live," his voice is almost a growl when you cum around that torturingly long cock.

Dominance and prisoner play. König would love to tie you up and use you as his personal fucktoy. And not just for one session… But for a solid, good 24 hours.

He wouldn't tie you too tight, just enough to prevent you from escaping the bed while he goes about his day, drinks a beer or two, comes to you every few hours to either make sweet, slow love to you… or fuck you with pent-up lust.

You being tied and helpless like that makes König attentive and tender one minute, and needy and greedy the next. You never know how it's going to be when he walks through that door, all you know is that he's going to pump you full of his cum.

He stays to watch it ooze out of you – it's actually one of the main events of this whole show because it means he'll have to fill you up again soon. He might also give himself a fap if you look too used and miserable or if you beg for mercy and whimper that you're sore. It's no problem: he's more than happy to cover your body with his seed. He's merciful like that.

When the day is done, you're a mess – inside and out – and he's fucked you stupid more times you can count, giving you so many orgasms that you feel soft in the head. What's fun though is that the man himself is in no better shape: you notice his legs are shaking when he finally comes to release you, looking like he has lost more than a few brain cells due to breaking the Guinness record of fucking you and himself senseless.

If you ever want to fulfill this fantasy, you will receive abundant aftercare. And I mean abundant. Bathing, cooing, pampering, treats, praise, and cuddles galore!

Mirrors. Fucking you in front of a mirror is like watching the best porn ever. Anything with a reflection will do, as long as König can watch you come undone, helpless and needy for his cock while he gets to display his strength. This man will probably install a mirror to your bedroom ceiling without asking your permission, but he prefers doing you from standing, prefers to do the lifting and the work.

Ballet dancer from behind and a stand & carry variation of Nelson are his favorite positions when using mirrors. All you have to do is enjoy... and obey when he tells you to watch what he's doing to you. "Look at that... You like being fucked like this?" he pants in your ear with strain and love while you both can see just how much you like it – his cock is practically glistening from how wet you are.

I'm sorry, were you busy? God forbid if you're wearing a dress or a skirt while making an important call. It doesn't matter if you're sitting: König will approach you, gets on his knees and then starts to kiss his way under your skirt.

Good luck trying to concentrate on that call when there's a horny giant forcing his head under your cute little dress. Soon he's sniffing at your cunt and tries to pull your underwear aside with his teeth. Try keeping your voice normal when he actually succeeds and you feel the first lick sweep over your pussy, flat tongued and hot.

You don't dare to fight him or tell him to stop in the middle of your serious, official and important call, which means you can feel the smiles on your poor wet heat. Of course König notices you're starting to sound like you're half crying... It only spurs him on!

You're a bit disoriented and don't register it at first that this hulking man is already climbing on top of you. It's rare for him to beg, but as he continues to dry hump you and then forces his cock between your thighs in search of your wet heat, you can hear him whisper: "Engel? Bitte... I have to put it in. Don't say no…"

Somnophilia kink. Yep, he has it, because the more helpless you are, the more "loving" he gets. König loves to watch you sleep, safe and secure there in his bed and in his arms. He caresses you like you're the Sleeping Beauty and if you happen to sleep naked (like he always does, this guy is a bit of a nudist at home), his fingers soon drift down to tease your clit, his hips start to slowly grind against your leg until you stir.

Gangbang fantasies where he's the one doing all the banging. One of his fantasies is to have multiple women all to himself. König would never seek to fulfill these fantasies in a committed relationship, but when he was lonely and only had his hand to keep him company, König used to dream he could have a row of women waiting for him when he returned from a mission 🙄

Usually three ladies who all want to worship and touch him and tell him how big he is, how heroic he is. He will command them to all fours, and they obey happily, ready and willing to be used. He does these ladies from behind, switching between them until everyone, including him, is on the brink of an orgasm. In these fantasies he always makes those women cum first. No one can say our King lacks manners! (How cute that he's so sure of himself... Would König even have the willpower to switch from one pussy to the next, not to talk of outlasting three women? I highly doubt that.)

Or how about these girls getting on their knees to suck his cock? In König's desperate, lonesome fantasies, these cute ladies love him so much that they start to fight over who gets to take him in their sweet wet mouth. They will eventually solve the fight by forming a queue – every woman gets half a minute with their King before changing. The long seconds when his cock is bouncing there in the cold air, devoid of a warm mouth, are torture. But he would stand strong!

Our brave soldier falls asleep while imagining how these purring, warm babes would cling to him for warmth and cuddles. Everyone is happy and pleased and he has been loved and worshiped thoroughly. In truth he just came in one minute, then tries to curl into a fetal position in a bed far too small for him. Cooling down from the day's highs, this Goliath is all alone, his last thought being that if he could get just one real woman to admire and love him and hug him before they go to sleep together, he would be the happiest man in the world.

[moonselune]

Hi Seluney! I love your fics, they are tiny highlights in my day so thank you for sharing!

Here is some fluff (if you are interested by that prompt of course!) to think about!

A lot of the party members have very complicated or tragic ties to their family, to say the least! Karlach's parents are beloved but dead, Githyanki don't have the notion of family and Lae'zel mentions not knowing what happened to the others who hatched with her, Astarion and his "siblings"?? Then you have living (or not depending on how your playthrough goes YIKES) parents with Wyll and Shadowheart and it's very painful in another way! (And then you have Gale, who is the only one having an awesome relationship with his mom, you go Gale!)

So what about the companions of your choice being "adopted" by their inlaws (be it a huge extended family or something small) who are very normal loving people and just love Tav's partner. Enjoy some domesticity, family gatherings, homecooked meals and bad dad-jokes, you fools!

After all the game put everyone through, the party members deserve nice things! (AND SO DO YOU SELUNEY!)

Ahhhh so wholesome !!! I love it !! Thank you so much for your support and you deserve nice things too - which I hope to have done with your ask xox

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Karlach:

The sun was dipping low in the sky, casting a golden hue over the sprawling farmland as you and Karlach approached your family’s homestead. The landscape was dotted with fields of crops, and the sound of livestock filled the air. The farm had always been a haven of activity and life, with your parents at its heart, embodying the spirit of hard work and resilience.

As you walked up the well-trodden path toward the house, you could sense Karlach’s excitement mingled with a hint of apprehension. She had heard countless stories about your family and their boisterous, hands-on lifestyle. Now, she was about to experience it all firsthand.

You gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. “Just remember, they’re a bit rough around the edges, but they mean well. They’ll love you if you show them your genuine self.”

Karlach grinned, her eyes gleaming with determination. “Don’t worry, love. I’m ready for whatever they throw at me.”

When you reached the front porch, you could already hear the sounds of your parents bustling around. They were in the middle of preparing dinner, the hearty aroma of something delicious wafting through the air. You gave Karlach a quick squeeze before opening the door and stepping inside.

“Ma! Pa! I’m home!” you called out, your voice carrying through the house.

The commotion in the kitchen paused for a moment before your parents emerged from the back, their faces lighting up with warm, if somewhat skeptical, smiles.

Your mother, a robust woman with a no-nonsense demeanor, and your father, a burly man with a heart of gold, both took in the sight of Karlach with keen eyes. Your mother’s gaze softened immediately, while your father’s expression turned into one of open curiosity.

“Ah, you must be Karlach!” your mother said, her voice rich with warmth. “We’ve heard so much about you.”

Karlach stepped forward confidently, extending her hand. “It’s lovely to meet you both. I’ve heard a lot about this place—can’t wait to see it all.”

Your father’s eyes twinkled as he took Karlach’s hand with a hearty handshake. “Well, you’ve come to the right place. This farm’s got more life in it than any city could ever hold.”

Your mother, not to be outdone, pulled Karlach into a surprisingly fierce hug. “Come on in, dear. You’re just in time to help prep for supper. We’ve got a lot to catch up on.”

Karlach beamed and followed your parents into the kitchen, where she was immediately put to work. The kitchen was a whirlwind of activity—dough being kneaded, vegetables being chopped, and pots clanging. Karlach’s enthusiasm was evident as she rolled up her sleeves and dove right into the chaos, her laughter ringing out as she helped with the preparations.

At first, your parents watched in astonishment as Karlach fit right in with their rough-and-ready approach. She didn’t hesitate to get her hands dirty, joining in with the farm chores, mucking out stables, and even helping with the repairs around the barn. Her fearlessness and exuberance won them over in no time.

Your mother, watching Karlach handle the chores with a grin, leaned over to you and whispered, “You know, she’s got a good head on her shoulders. I like her. She’s not afraid to get her hands dirty.”

Your father, catching a glimpse of Karlach covered in a bit of mud after helping with the pigs, clapped a hand on your shoulder. “She’s got spirit, that one. You should take a page out of her book. None of that fancy city stuff for you. More like Karlach—down-to-earth and tough.”

You chuckled, appreciating their approval and the way they had taken Karlach into their fold so quickly. “I’ll keep that in mind, Pa.”

As the evening progressed, the meal was served, and the conversation flowed easily. Karlach charmed everyone with her stories of adventure and her easy-going nature. Your parents, who had initially been skeptical about anyone who wasn’t tied to the farm’s way of life, had fully embraced Karlach as one of their own.

When the night drew to a close and the stars began to sparkle above, your parents gathered around Karlach, offering her their best wishes and a promise that she was always welcome on the farm.

Your mother placed a hand on Karlach’s shoulder with a smile. “You’ve made quite the impression, dear. You’re part of the family now. Don’t be a stranger.”

Karlach’s eyes shone with genuine emotion as she looked at you, then back at your parents. “Thank you. I feel right at home here.”

As you walked hand-in-hand with Karlach through the now-quiet farm, you felt a profound sense of contentment. Your family had welcomed her with open arms, and their acceptance and love were palpable.

Karlach leaned in closer, her voice soft and full of affection. “Your family is amazing. I never expected to fit in so well.”

You smiled, squeezing her hand gently. “I knew they’d love you. You’re perfect just the way you are.”

And with that, you both enjoyed a serene evening under the stars, knowing that Karlach had truly found a place where she belonged, alongside you and the family who had embraced her with open hearts.

Minthara:

The bustling streets of Baldur’s Gate were alive with activity as you and Minthara navigated through the city, heading toward your home. The contrast between the vibrant, chaotic city and the serene atmosphere of your family’s house was always a bit jarring, but today was especially significant. Minthara had been both eager and apprehensive about meeting your two fathers, and you could sense her anxiety.

As you approached the well-kept house, you could see the warm glow of lanterns spilling out into the street. The scent of freshly baked bread wafted through the open windows, mingling with the distant sounds of city life. Your heart swelled with anticipation; this was an important moment, and you hoped it would go smoothly.

You glanced at Minthara, offering her a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry. They’ll love you. Just be yourself.”

Minthara, dressed in her usual dark, elegant attire, adjusted her posture nervously. “I know this is a significant moment, but I can’t help feeling uneasy.”

In her defence your fathers were the absolute epitome of what she was raised to think lesser of, two male seldarine drow. But that was her old life, her old beliefs. You had changed her.

You squeezed her hand gently. “My dads are different. They understand what it means to be exiled, and they’ve always been kind-hearted. They won’t judge you.”

With a deep breath, Minthara nodded, and you led her up the path to the front door. You knocked, and the door swung open to reveal your two fathers, both drow with an air of quiet dignity and warmth.

“Welcome home!” your fathers greeted, their smiles broad and genuine. They took in Minthara’s presence with a mix of curiosity and kindness.

Your father, the more talkative of the two, extended his hand with a welcoming gesture. “Ah, you must be Minthara. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. We’ve heard so much about you.”

Minthara hesitated for a moment before shaking his hand, her nerves palpable. “Thank you for having me. I’m… I’m not sure what to expect.”

Your other father, a bit more reserved but equally warm, placed a reassuring hand on Minthara’s shoulder. “We’ve heard about your exile, you poor thing. Please, make yourself comfortable. You’re safe here.”

Minthara’s eyes widened in surprise as she looked between the two of them. She had been expecting hostility or at least a cold reception, but the sincerity in their words and their welcoming gestures took her aback.

As you all moved into the living area, your fathers quickly made Minthara feel at home, offering her a seat by the fire and making small talk. They inquired about her journey, her experiences, and made an effort to ensure she felt at ease.

You noticed Minthara's initial unease gradually melting away as your fathers continued to dote on her. They served her food, asked about her preferences, and seemed genuinely interested in making her feel comfortable.

At one point, your father, noticing Minthara’s hesitation, began to regale her with stories of your childhood. He wanted to ensure she felt included and appreciated, regardless of her background.

Minthara, caught off guard by their kindness, tried to maintain her composure but struggled. She was unaccustomed to such genuine hospitality from drow who were not aligned with Lolth. She found herself being fussed over, with your fathers offering her more attention than you had anticipated.

You could see Minthara’s confusion and discomfort as she tried to navigate this new dynamic. She kept glancing at you, her eyes reflecting a mix of disbelief and discomfort. “I didn’t expect this. Why are they being so kind to me?”

You smiled warmly at her, understanding her surprise. “They know what it’s like to be cast out and exiled. They have a deep sense of empathy for anyone who’s been wronged, and they see past our differences. They genuinely want you to feel welcome.”

As the evening wore on, your fathers continued to make Minthara feel like a part of the family. They included her in conversations, invited her to join in family traditions, and even showed her some of their favorite recipes, explaining them with great enthusiasm.

By the end of the night, Minthara was visibly more relaxed. She had come to terms with the fact that your fathers were not only accepting but incredibly supportive. She found herself enjoying the evening, feeling a sense of belonging that she had not anticipated.

As the night drew to a close and you all said your goodbyes, Minthara pulled you aside, her eyes filled with a mix of gratitude and confusion. “I didn’t know what to expect, but they’ve been wonderful. I feel… I don’t know how to explain it. I feel like I’ve been given a chance I didn’t think I’d ever have.”

You gently squeezed her hand, your heart swelling with affection. “I’m glad they could show you that kindness. You deserve to feel welcomed and loved.”

Minthara smiled, her gaze softening as she looked at you. “Thank you for bringing me here. I didn’t know I could find this kind of acceptance. It means more to me than I can say.”

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Lae'zel:

You and Lae'zel approached the small, secluded home where your parents lived. The quiet serenity of the surroundings was in stark contrast to the chaotic and tumultuous world that Lae'zel was accustomed to. Your heart pounded with a mixture of excitement and nervousness; this was the moment when Lae'zel would meet the parents who had rescued you from the harsh confines of the creche.

You had often spoken of your parents' pacifist and spiritual beliefs, but you knew that experiencing them firsthand might be a shock for someone as battle-hardened as Lae'zel. The journey had been long, but the sight of your parents' humble dwelling at the end of the path was both comforting and reassuring. You took a deep breath and gave Lae'zel a reassuring glance.

As you approached the door, you could hear the gentle strains of a melodic chant, a common practice in your parents’ daily rituals. You knocked softly, and after a moment, the door creaked open to reveal your mother, her face illuminated with a warm, welcoming smile.

“Welcome, dear one,” she said, her voice soft and soothing as she bowed to Lae'zel “You must be Lae'zel. I am so pleased to meet you.”

Lae'zel, always one for directness and formality, gave a respectful nod, her eyes scanning the peaceful surroundings with curiosity.

“Greetings,” she replied, her tone slightly reserved. Not entirely sure what to make of the Githyanki, she was covered in crystal necklaces and patterned robes - she had never seen a monk like this, if they were even monks.

Your mother stepped aside to let you and Lae'zel into the house. Inside, the space was filled with calming colors, soft lighting, and an array of spiritual symbols, incense and artifacts. The atmosphere was imbued with a sense of tranquility that seemed almost otherworldly compared to the harsh realities of the Githyanki creche.

Your father, who had been meditating in a corner, stood up and approached with a gentle smile. His presence was calm and serene, embodying the spiritual essence that defined your upbringing.

“Welcome, Lae'zel,” he said, extending a bow in greeting. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Lae'zel bowed firmly but with a hint of confusion in her eyes. She observed the peaceful surroundings and the serene demeanor of your parents, trying to reconcile it with the chaotic and violent nature of their offspring.

As you and Lae'zel settled into the cozy sitting area, your mother offered tea and various calming herbs. The conversation began slowly, with your parents asking Lae'zel about her experiences and interests, their curiosity genuine and untainted by judgment.

“So, Lae'zel,” your mother began gently, “what is it that you cherish most about your travels and experiences?”

Lae'zel, momentarily taken aback by the question, responded with cautious enthusiasm. “I value strength and discipline. My experiences in battle have shaped me into who I am today.”

Your father nodded thoughtfully. “Strength is indeed an important aspect of life. However, it is also crucial to find balance and peace within oneself. We believe that the universe guides us, and our actions shape our karma.”

Lae'zel listened with a mixture of intrigue and skepticism. “I understand the importance of balance, but my path has always been one of combat and survival. It is difficult to see how such ideals would fit into that world.”

You could see the slight discomfort in Lae'zel’s posture as she struggled to understand the philosophical approach of your parents.

After a moment, she turned to you with a questioning glance. “How did such calm and spiritual individuals produce someone as…”

“Violent and chaotic?” you finished, smiling wryly. “I’ve often wondered the same thing.”

Your mother laughed softly, a melodic sound that seemed to fill the room with warmth. “Our beliefs guided us to raise you with compassion and understanding, but we also recognize that each individual’s path is unique. We honor the journey you have undertaken, even if it diverges from our own.”

Your father added, his voice gentle but firm, “Everyone’s path is a reflection of their soul’s journey. The balance you seek and the battles you fight are all part of the cosmic dance. We accept and love you for who you are, as we do with Lae'zel.”

Lae'zel’s eyes softened as she absorbed their words. The realization that your parents held no ill will or judgment toward her, despite their vastly different beliefs, began to ease her confusion.

“Thank you for your acceptance,” she said, her voice more genuine and appreciative. “It is rare to find such kindness and openness in this world.”

Your mother placed a hand on Lae'zel’s shoulder, her touch light but filled with warmth. “We are grateful to have you here. Our love for our child extends to those who are important to them.”

As the evening wore on, the conversation flowed more naturally. Lae'zel’s initial reservations began to dissolve as she shared stories of her own experiences, and your parents listened with genuine interest and respect. The harmonious blend of your parents' spiritual wisdom and Lae'zel’s battle-hardened tales created a unique and memorable evening.

By the end of the night, Lae'zel’s initial confusion had transformed into a deep appreciation for your parents' way of life. The evening had been a bridge between two worlds, united by love and mutual respect. As you and Lae'zel prepared to leave, you felt a profound sense of contentment, knowing that your parents had embraced your lover with the same unconditional love that had guided them throughout their lives.

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Shadowheart:

The gentle hum of the forest surrounded you as you and Shadowheart approached your family’s home, nestled among the ancient trees. The sun had begun its descent, casting a warm, golden light through the canopy. You had often spoken of your mothers—druids with a profound connection to nature and a loving, albeit occasionally overwhelming, tendency to fuss over you. Today, Shadowheart would finally... experience them.

Your heart fluttered with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. You were eager for Shadowheart to meet your family, but you also knew that your mothers’ affectionate, maternal instincts could be a bit overwhelming for someone not accustomed to such a display of love.

As you reached the clearing where your family’s home stood, a quaint and cozy cottage adorned with flowering vines and wooden carvings, you could already hear the soft murmur of your mothers’ voices. You knocked on the door, and it swung open almost immediately. There stood your mothers, their faces lighting up with joy upon seeing you.

“There you are, darling!” your mother called out, her voice warm and welcoming. She pulled you into a tight embrace, her touch familiar and comforting. “We’ve been waiting for you!”

Your other mother, her face alight with a gentle smile, stepped forward and gave you a kiss on the cheek.

“And who might this be?” she asked, her eyes twinkling with curiosity as she looked at Shadowheart. You stepped aside to reveal Shadowheart, who stood with a mixture of nervousness and resolve.

“This is Shadowheart,” you said, gesturing to your lover. “Shadowheart, these are my mothers.”

Shadowheart offered a polite smile, her demeanor a mix of elegance and curiosity. “It’s a pleasure to meet you both.”

Your mothers’ eyes widened with delight. “Oh, what a lovely name! We’re so pleased to finally meet you!” your first mother said, her excitement evident in her voice. “Come in, come in! We’ve prepared a feast.”

As Shadowheart stepped into the home, she was immediately enveloped by the warmth and coziness of the space. The interior was decorated with nature-inspired motifs—wooden carvings, leafy tapestries, and the fragrant aroma of herbs and freshly baked bread.

The fussing began almost immediately. Your mothers led Shadowheart to the table, showering her with compliments and offering her a seat as if she were the guest of honor.

“You must be exhausted from your travels,” your second mother said, placing a plate of food in front of Shadowheart. “Please, help yourself to anything you like.”

Shadowheart chuckled softly, a genuine smile gracing her lips as she accepted the plate. “Thank you. I appreciate the warm welcome.”

Your mothers were not done yet. They hovered around Shadowheart, ensuring that her glass was always full, her plate was never empty, and that she was comfortable at all times. Their attentive care was met with Shadowheart’s amusement, her eyes twinkling with a mix of gratitude and mild surprise.

“It’s quite a spread you’ve prepared,” Shadowheart remarked, glancing around at the abundance of food. “You really didn’t need to go to such lengths.”

“Oh, but we wanted to!” your first mother replied, her eyes sparkling. “We’ve heard so much about you and couldn’t wait to meet the person who has brought so much joy to our dear child.”

As the evening progressed, the fussing continued. Your mothers insisted on telling Shadowheart stories about you as a child—stories that, while endearing, made you blush and roll your eyes in playful embarrassment. Shadowheart found the tales amusing, laughing and teasing you gently.

“You were quite the handful, weren’t you?” Shadowheart teased, her eyes glinting with amusement. “I can see where you get your spirit from.”

You playfully nudged her, a grin spreading across your face. “Oh, you have no idea.”

The evening was filled with laughter and warmth. Your mothers, having taken a liking to Shadowheart almost instantly, treated her as if she were their own. They were thoroughly enchanted by her grace, her charm, and the way she fit seamlessly into their home.

When the night drew to a close, and Shadowheart prepared to leave, your mothers insisted on packing a basket full of homemade goodies for the road.

“You must come back soon,” your first mother said, handing Shadowheart the basket with a loving smile. “We’d love to have you over again.”

“You’re always welcome here,” your second mother added, giving Shadowheart a warm hug. “We’re so happy to have met you.”

As you and Shadowheart left, you couldn’t help but notice the genuine affection and admiration your mothers had for her. Shadowheart, too, seemed touched by the experience, her smile reflecting the warmth and acceptance she had received.

As you walked hand in hand under the stars, you turned to Shadowheart. “How did you find it?”

Shadowheart’s eyes were soft, her expression reflecting a contentment that spoke volumes.

“They’re wonderful,” she said, her voice filled with warmth. “I can see why you cherish them so much.”

You squeezed her hand gently, feeling a deep sense of gratitude. “I’m glad you think so. They really do have a way of making everyone feel loved and welcome.”

Shadowheart nodded, her smile widening. “It’s easy to see why they adore you. You’re a reflection of their kindness and warmth.”

With that, the two of you continued your walk, feeling closer than ever, united not only by your love but also by the acceptance and affection you had both received from your family.

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Gale:

The grand estate of your parents was a marvel of elegance and opulence, nestled amidst well-manicured gardens and towering oak trees. As you and Gale approached the massive, ornate front door, you couldn’t help but notice the intricate detailing of the architecture and the luxurious surroundings. This was the world you had grown up in—a world of magic, wealth, and intellectual pursuit.

Gale, ever the inquisitive sage, was visibly awed by the grandeur. He looked around with wide eyes, taking in the sprawling grounds and the elaborate facade of the estate. As you approached the entrance, the door swung open to reveal a well-dressed butler.

“Welcome,” the butler said with a polished, professional demeanor. Gale’s eyes widened further as he greeted the servant with an enthusiastic nod.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, finally! I can see where Y/N gets their looks from,” Gale said, his voice tinged with excitement and charm. “I’ve read so much about this place! The magical academies you must have attended—”

The butler raised an eyebrow, a slight smile playing at his lips. “I’m afraid you’re mistaken, sir. I am not one of Miss Y/N's parents. Allow me to show you in.”

Gale followed the butler inside, his excitement only slightly dampened by the wave of embarrasment he felt. The opulent interior of the estate was even more impressive up close. Rich tapestries, towering bookshelves, and gleaming chandeliers adorned every room.

The butler led you and Gale through a series of grand hallways until you reached the study—a room filled with arcane artifacts, ancient tomes, and an atmosphere of scholarly pursuit. There, seated behind an impressive mahogany desk, were your parents.

Your father, with his silver hair and scholarly robes, was immersed in a complex magical manuscript, while your mother, with her elegant demeanor and keen eyes, was sorting through a collection of rare magical artifacts.

“Mother, Father,” you began, your voice tinged with both pride and nerves, “this is Gale, my partner. Gale, these are my parents.”

Your parents looked up from their studies, their expressions lighting up with genuine warmth and interest. Your father, setting aside his manuscript, extended a hand to Gale. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Gale. I’ve heard quite a bit about you.”

Gale shook your father’s hand with enthusiasm, clearly impressed. “The pleasure is mine. Your home is magnificent, and the magical artifacts—well, I can’t even begin to describe how fascinated I am!”

Your mother stepped forward, her eyes sparkling with interest. “We’re delighted to finally meet you, Gale. We’ve heard so much about your own magical pursuits.”

As the evening progressed, Gale’s excitement became evident. He eagerly asked questions about the various magical artifacts displayed around the study, and your parents responded with equal enthusiasm. Their conversation was a blend of scholarly debate, magical theories, and tales of past discoveries.

Gale’s fascination with your parents’ work was palpable. He peppered them with questions, discussing magical theories and historical discoveries with a fervor that only someone deeply passionate about magic could muster. Your parents were equally absorbed, clearly enjoying the lively exchange of ideas.

“I’ve always wanted to study the intersection of elemental magic and arcane rituals,” Gale said animatedly, gesturing towards a particularly rare artifact. “How did you come across this?”

Your father launched into a detailed explanation, clearly delighted by Gale’s keen interest. Your mother joined in, adding her own insights and anecdotes. The conversation flowed seamlessly, and Gale’s eagerness to learn was met with genuine enthusiasm from your parents.

As the night wore on, the conversation showed no sign of slowing down. Your parents continued to engage Gale, showing him their latest magical experiments and inviting him to delve into their extensive library. The scholarly exchange was so engrossing that you found yourself on the periphery, watching with a mixture of amusement and exasperation.

Eventually, it became clear that Gale was completely absorbed in the discussion. Your parents, captivated by his curiosity and knowledge, had no intention of ending the evening anytime soon. You, on the other hand, knew it was getting late and that you needed to move on.

With a mixture of laughter and determination, you approached Gale, gently placing a hand on his shoulder. “Gale, dear, I think it’s time for us to head home.”

Gale looked up, slightly dazed but still buzzing with excitement. “Oh, already? I haven’t even scratched the surface of the library yet.”

Your parents, catching the hint, smiled sympathetically. “We’ve enjoyed having you, Gale. You’re always welcome here. Your enthusiasm and knowledge have been a breath of fresh air.”

Gale beamed, clearly pleased with the reception he had received. “Thank you, I’ve learned so much tonight. I look forward to our next meeting.”

You guided Gale towards the door, the evening’s scholarly discussion still lingering in his mind. As you stepped out into the cool night air, Gale’s excitement was palpable.

“That was incredible,” he said, his eyes alight with enthusiasm. “Your parents are amazing. I could talk with them for hours.”

You smiled, feeling a mix of pride and amusement. “I’m simply glad that you enjoyed yourself. ”

As you walked hand in hand, you could still see the gleam of excitement in Gale’s eyes. The evening had not only strengthened his connection with your parents but had also deepened your appreciation for the intellectual curiosity and warmth that they had so effortlessly shared.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Astarion:

The grand estate of your high elf mother was a testament to centuries of noble lineage and refined taste as much as you tried to hide it. As you approached the entrance with Astarion by your side, the opulence of the place was unmistakable as was his excitement: towering columns, intricate carvings, and gardens that seemed to bloom with an otherworldly elegance.

You had warned your lover that your mother was very particular about appearances and had a deep-seated appreciation for high elven nobility. You knew it may hit a chord with Astarion considering he could not remember his family. Yet, you hoped that perhaps the favourable opulence your mother provided would be a balm to him.

When the door was opened by a distinguished servant, you were greeted by the sight of your mother standing in the grand foyer. She was the epitome of high elven grace, with her silver hair elegantly styled and her attire reflecting the nobility she held so dear. Her eyes, though sharp and discerning, softened as they fell on you.

“There you are, my dear!” she exclaimed, her voice musical and filled with affection. She swept forward to embrace you. “I’ve been eagerly awaiting your visit.”

You smiled, returning her embrace. “Hello, Mother. I’d like you to meet Astarion, my partner.”

Your mother’s gaze shifted to Astarion, her eyes narrowing slightly as she took him in. Her sharp eyes caught every detail, and what she immediately saw was potential.

“Ah, Astarion,” she said with a smile. “A pleasure to meet you.”

Astarion gave a graceful bow, his own expression a blend of charm and curiosity. “The pleasure is mine, Mi'lady. Your home is as magnificent as I’d imagined.”

As you and Astarion followed your mother into the main sitting room, the conversation turned to more personal matters. Your mother’s gaze was fixed on you, and you could almost see the wheels turning in her head as she took in your appearance. Her tone, though gentle, carried an undertone of reproach.

“My dear,” she began, her eyes softening only slightly. “I must say, I wish you would carry yourself more like the noble you are. You have such stunning jewelry and robes that you never wear, and yet you choose to dress in these ragged outfits. Why?”

You sighed, recognizing the familiar note in her voice. “Mother, you know I’m not one for formalities and fineries.”

Astarion, who had been observing the exchange with growing interest, found himself in a curious position. He had often made similar comments, and now, seeing your mother’s concern mirrored his own, he couldn’t help but agree.

“You know,” Astarion said, his voice smooth and diplomatic, “your mother makes a valid point. I’ve often thought that such beautiful jewelry would be more fitting for someone of your stature, my love.”

Your mother’s eyes lit up at Astarion’s agreement. “Oh, wonderful! You see, Astarion understands. He has such exquisite taste. Perhaps you should take a leaf out of his book.” Before you could protest, your mother clapped her hands with excitement. “I’ve actually arranged for a tailor to come in today to create some outfits for you, my dear. But clearly, it would be wasted on you if you don’t care for such things. Astarion, come with me. Let’s get you properly fitted.”

Astarion, caught between delight and surprise, found himself being gently but firmly escorted by your mother towards the designated fitting room.

“Oh, this is going to be a treat,” Astarion said, a mischievous glint in his eye. “I’ve always enjoyed the finer things.”

As your mother guided him away, she called back over her shoulder, “I’m so glad my child has chosen someone with such impeccable taste. I’m sure you’ll look splendid.”

Left alone in the sitting room, you couldn’t help but chuckle at the turn of events. Your mother’s unabashed enthusiasm for fashion was well-known, but it was amusing to see Astarion so willingly swept up in her plans.

When Astarion finally returned, impeccably dressed in one of the tailored outfits, he was a picture of elegance and refinement. Your mother beamed with pride at her handiwork, while Astarion struck a pose with a grin.

“There,” Astarion said, his eyes sparkling with satisfaction. “I must admit, your mother’s taste is impeccable.”

You smiled, both amused and touched by the way your mother had embraced Astarion. It was clear that she had taken an immediate liking to him and had found joy in seeing him embrace the world of high elven nobility.

“Thank you, Mother,” you said, your tone filled with genuine gratitude. “I’m glad you like him.”

Your mother smiled warmly, her eyes twinkling with contentment. “Of course, dear. It’s always wonderful to see someone who appreciates the finer things in life and of course loves you so dearly.”

As the evening progressed, you felt a renewed sense of connection with both your mother and Astarion. Their mutual appreciation for elegance and refinement had created a bond that bridged the gap between your world and Astarion’s. And as you watched them converse animatedly, you couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of contentment knowing that your worlds had come together in such a delightful way.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Wyll:

You arrived at the quaint, country home where your older siblings lived, a place that held countless memories of your childhood. Your siblings, though somewhat overprotective, had always been your steadfast support, especially after they had taken you in and raised you as their own. They had shaped your upbringing with love and a strong sense of family, which had molded you into the person you were today. Now, it was time for them to meet Wyll, your partner.

As you pulled up to the house, you could see your siblings through the window, busying themselves with preparations for your visit. The scent of home-cooked food wafted through the air, mingling with the crisp scent of autumn leaves. Your heart swelled with nostalgia and anticipation.

Wyll, ever charming and confident, stepped out of the carriage beside you. His eyes took in the serene surroundings with interest, and he gave you a reassuring smile. “Ready?” he asked, a hint of excitement in his voice.

You nodded, squeezing his hand gently. “Absolutely. They’re going to love you.”

You approached the front door, and before you could knock, it swung open. Your elder sister, always the more practical and warm-hearted of the two, greeted you with a beaming smile.

“There you are!” she exclaimed, enveloping you in a hearty embrace. “It’s so good to see you!”

Your brother, equally protective but with a more reserved demeanor, stood just behind her, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in Wyll.

“And who’s this?” he asked, his tone cautious but curious.

“This is Wyll,” you said, stepping aside to introduce him. “Wyll, this is my older sister and my brother. They’ve been like parents to me.”

Wyll stepped forward with his usual grace, offering a polite bow. “A pleasure to meet you both. I’ve heard so much about you.”

Your sister’s eyes lit up with immediate warmth. “Oh, please, come in! We’ve prepared some food. I hope you’re hungry.”

As Wyll followed you inside, your brother’s keen eyes studied him with careful scrutiny.

“So, you’re the one who’s captured our sibling’s heart,” he said, his tone measured but not unkind.

Wyll met his gaze steadily, a hint of his trademark charm in his smile. “I certainly hope so. As I’m very much in love with them.”

The evening unfolded with laughter and lively conversation. Your siblings, despite their initial wariness, soon found themselves charmed by Wyll’s easy demeanor and genuine kindness. Wyll regaled them with tales of his adventures, always careful to include stories that highlighted his respect for you and his deep feelings for you.

During dinner, your sister took the opportunity to fuss over Wyll, ensuring he had more than enough to eat and frequently checking if he needed anything.

“Here, try this,” she said, placing a heaping serving of her special casserole on his plate. “It’s one of our family’s favorites.”

Wyll graciously accepted the food, clearly appreciative of the effort and care that had gone into preparing it.

“This is delicious,” he said, his eyes bright with genuine praise. “You have a real talent for cooking.”

Your brother, having observed Wyll’s interactions with you and his appreciative attitude towards your family, began to warm up. He joined in the conversation, sharing stories of his own and laughing heartily at Wyll’s humor.

“You know,” he said, his tone more relaxed, “you’re quite a character. I can see why our sibling is so taken with you.”

As the evening drew to a close, your siblings were more than satisfied with their impressions of Wyll. They had taken him into their fold with the same protective and loving care they had always extended to you. Your sister, in particular, couldn’t resist offering some parting words of advice.

“Take care of them,” she said, her tone both serious and affectionate. “They mean the world to us.”

Wyll nodded, his expression sincere. “I promise, I will.”

Your brother, now visibly more at ease, clapped Wyll on the back. “And if you ever need anything, you know where to find us.”

As you and Wyll left the house, you felt a deep sense of contentment. The evening had been a success, and you were glad to see that your siblings had welcomed Wyll into the family with open arms. The bond between you and your partner had only grown stronger, fortified by the acceptance and affection of those you held dear.

Wyll took your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “That went better than I could have hoped,” he said with a relieved smile. “Your family is wonderful.”

You smiled back, feeling a warm glow of happiness. “I’m glad they like you. They’re a big part of my life, and it means a lot to me that they’ve embraced you.”

Together, you walked into the evening, your hearts light and your spirits high, knowing that your relationship had the support and approval of the people who had shaped your life.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Halsin:

Bringing Halsin home to meet your sisters was something you had been both excited and a little anxious about. Your sisters had raised you with all the fierce love and protectiveness of true guardians, always looking out for you and making sure you were safe. They had been through thick and thin with you, and naturally, they were very cautious when it came to the people you brought into your life. Their approval meant the world to you, and you knew they wouldn’t let anyone into the family without a thorough vetting.

As you approached the cozy cottage where your sisters lived, nestled in a lush forest clearing, you couldn’t help but feel a flutter of nerves. Halsin, ever the calm and collected druid, walked beside you, his presence a steadying force. He noticed your unease and placed a reassuring hand on your back, giving you a warm smile.

"Everything will be alright," he said gently. "Your sisters care about you deeply. I understand their need to ensure I am worthy of your trust."

You nodded, grateful for his understanding, but knowing just how intense your sisters could be. As you reached the front door, you could already hear the familiar sounds of their voices from within, chatting and laughing as they prepared for your arrival. The moment you knocked, the door swung open, revealing your eldest sister. Her eyes immediately landed on Halsin, and she gave him a scrutinizing look before turning to you with a smile.

"There you are!" she exclaimed, pulling you into a tight hug. "We’ve been waiting for you."

Your other sisters quickly joined, each of them hugging you and then turning their attention to Halsin, their expressions a mix of curiosity and thinly veiled protectiveness. They exchanged glances before the eldest spoke up.

"And this must be Halsin," she said, her tone polite but with a hint of challenge. "We’ve heard so much about you."

Halsin inclined his head in a respectful nod. "It’s an honor to finally meet the people who have cared for my beloved so well."

Your sisters ushered you both inside, but it wasn’t long before they began their gentle yet probing interrogation. They gathered around Halsin, questions flying from all directions, their protectiveness on full display.

"So, Halsin," your second sister began, her arms crossed as she leaned against the kitchen counter. "Tell us about yourself. How did you meet our dear sibling?"

"And what exactly are your intentions?" another sister chimed in, her tone light but with an edge of seriousness.

"Do you truly understand how special they are?" the youngest asked, her eyes narrowing slightly as she looked Halsin up and down.

You felt a flush of embarrassment as they continued to press him, despite your attempts to intervene.

"Come on, give him a break!" you protested, trying to pull Halsin away from their inquisition. "He’s not on trial!"

But Halsin remained unfazed, meeting each question with calm and sincere answers. He spoke about how you had met, how your connection had grown, and how deeply he cared for you. His tone was warm, his words thoughtful, and he never once appeared flustered or defensive. Instead, he seemed to understand exactly why your sisters were behaving this way, and he respected their desire to protect you.

"My intentions," Halsin said, turning to the sister who had asked, "are to cherish and support them in every way I can. Your sibling is incredibly special to me, and I am committed to walking alongside them, no matter where our paths may lead."

Your sisters exchanged glances, clearly impressed by his responses. The atmosphere began to shift, their initial wariness melting into acceptance. They began to relax around him, and soon the conversation turned to lighter topics.

As the evening wore on, your sisters found themselves drawn to Halsin’s kind and wise nature. He shared stories of his druidic practices, his connection to nature, and his adventures in the wilds. They laughed at his tales of animals he had encountered and listened intently to his insights on the natural world. His deep respect for life and his gentle demeanor resonated with them, and before long, they were no longer interrogating him, but enjoying his company as if he had always been a part of the family.

By the end of the night, your sisters were completely won over. They were chatting and laughing with Halsin, offering him second helpings of dessert and even sharing embarrassing stories about you from your childhood. The transition from skepticism to acceptance had been so seamless that it was hard to believe they had ever been anything but welcoming.

As you and Halsin prepared to leave, your eldest sister pulled you aside, a soft smile on her face. "You’ve chosen well," she said, her voice full of approval. "He’s a good man. We’re happy for you."

You felt a wave of relief and happiness wash over you, knowing that your sisters had accepted Halsin so fully. When you turned back to him, he was chatting with your other sisters, all of them smiling and at ease.

As you finally left the cottage, your hand in Halsin’s, you couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of contentment. Halsin had faced the scrutiny of your overprotective sisters with grace and patience, and in the end, he had won them over completely. You knew that bringing him into your family had been the right decision, and you were filled with gratitude for the love and acceptance that now surrounded you both.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

okay I know I didn't add jaheira, rolan and raphael, fans you are allowed to come at me but I just kept hitting a block when I tried to write it for them, so instead of giving you something bad I gave you nothing at all. This is my formal apology.

Apart from that, hope you guys enjoyed it ! - Seluney xox

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[hotchfiles]

this is so random but i’ve had Hotch brain rot for WEEKS and i must share or my brain will mush

but just domestic nonsense with Hotch when he’s not working, like sleeping in late and making breakfast together and little sleepy hugs like your honor you don’t understand i NEED him

please always ALWAYS share any hotch brain rot with me PLEASE i am ALWAYS rotting away with him in my mind

“Four whole days?” you ask suspicious after your husband asked if you could take two days off work as he was taking a long weekend off himself. Your eyebrows raise at him, arms crossed in front of your chest. “Were you suspended?”

“Is it really that hard to believe that I just wanted to spend time with my wife and my son?” Aaron only laughs at your demeanor, he knew he could be a tad… Work oriented. He had learned his lesson the hard way though, to appreciate the time he had and show how much he appreciated it.

He pulls your arms away, placing them on his shoulders as he placed his own on your waist, stealing a kiss from your lips and earning a smile as he did so. 

“Don’t think you want the honest answer to that, Aaron.” By then you’re only teasing him, laughing in between the quick kisses he’s giving your lips, your cheeks, your nose. “What if someone calls?” 

“No one’s going to ca–”

“What if someone calls?” you repeat, eyes sharp and mind completely aware of his bad habits. He raises his hands in surrender, going for his pocket and getting his work phone, showing you clearly when he turned it off and threw it in one of the drawers of the kitchen.

You squeal almost like a child, pulling him in a deep kiss, benefiting from the time–Jack’s still in school–to allow Aaron’s hands to grip hard on your thighs and your ass, pulling you up to sit on the counter. 

You graze his bottom lip with your teeth, signaling him to stop, which he obliged immediately, even if the groan that left his throat surely proved his intentions were to keep his mouth exactly where it was, if not lower. 

“I knooow–” you follow his sentiment, throwing your head back feeling nothing but his touch lingering throughout your body. “But you’re home early so we could prepare a nice dinner for Jack. You know he loves it when you cook.” 

He sighs but nonetheless there’s a smile that never leaves his lips, he brushes his nose against yours and nods, helping you get up on your feet. “Carbonara?” he asks, already tying his apron, looking like a proper chef. Almost. 

“Will get the flour, and later maybe I can see you wearing only that apron.” His cheeks turn pink even if he was the one about to take you on the kitchen counter, shaking his head and making some comment about how you were going to kill him before old age got him.

[sluttylittlewaistenthusiast]

╰┈➤ 18+ none of these stories belong to me! this is a masterlist of all the fanfics i’ve read and reblogged! just thought it would be nice to have them all in one spot! (if your fic is on here and you wish not to be, please let me know!) some will have summaries if provided <3

ᡣ𐭩 how you can help palestine . fic recs m.list

@runa-falls

⭒ Cocktails

you finally gain enough courage to make a move on your best friend

⭒ Secret Third

⭒ Did You Just Kiss Me?

@softlyspector

⭒ Disaster

Marc's mental health takes a turn for the worse when you give him some news. After chasing him to Chicago, you, Steven, and Jake are left to pick up the pieces.

⭒ making out with Steven. that is all

⭒ surprising them with affection they aren't used to

⭒ why won't you let me take care of you?

@soonknight

⭒ Jake Lockley (fucking you against the bathroom counter)

He's anything but gentle, but you wouldn't have him any other way.

⭒ Deserve

Marc never stays with you after he fucks you. You are better left in the hands of Steven. This time, he doesn't leave you.

⭒ "I thought we agreed to share her?"

@ichorai

⭒ dlz

jake lockley wasn't your husband. steven and marc were. jake was just... he was just there. a ghost living in your house.

⭒ Stork Owl

you often walked around with a storm cloud hanging over your head. good thing steven always carried an umbrella.

⭒ Love Dog

your neighbor was delusional. he cried a lot, spoke of nonsensical happenings, and always appeared somewhat lost. you found yourself to be rather fond of him.

⭒ I Was Just A Kid

khonshu wanted you dead. marc just wanted you.

@writefightandflightclub

⭒ A Lasting Impression

Steven falls asleep on you. No… I mean literally on you.

⭒ Just Right

Marc joined the Marines thinking he might finally belong somewhere. Turned out, he belonged next to you.

@eyelessfaces

⭒ Drenched Flowers

you and marc had a serious fight and have been avoiding each other since. the tension is hard to handle for everyone, and your only wish is to make things right again between you and marc, only he strictly refuses to front.

⭒ Tired and Wounded

marc comes home bleeding and refuses to talk about it, you beg him to let you take care of his injuries.

@psithurista

⭒ Stuck

You stop by Steven's place one night after work. Somebody else answers his door.

@redeyerhaenyra

⭒ Sleeping Beauty

After having sex with Jake, you both fall asleep in your flat. Only, it's not Jake that wakes up, it's Steven.

@mcondance

⭒ giving Steven head

@sinsofsummers

⭒ Insatiable

you can never get enough of marc. and marc? he's not complaining.

@fettuccin-e

⭒ Its Never Easy

⭒ Man in the Mirror

Steven knows it’s wrong, God, it’s fucking wrong, but it’s like he can’t stop himself.

⭒ Gold-Skinned and Eager

⭒ A Soft Ray of Sunlight

@sarahghetti

⭒ Blood On Your Mind

after an argument with marc, you go missing. he tears himself apart trying to find you.

⭒ All the Echoes in My Mind

marc falls victim to his own self-doubt. you get caught in the crossfire.

@bits-and-babs

⭒ Chocolate

After weeks of pining for your coworker Steven Grant, sharing chocolate over a late shift causes sparks to fly.

@bruhstories

⭒ Canopic Jar

marc is exasperated by you, but he needs to behave because you're steven's girlfriend.

@spctrsgf

⭒ Cake

@peterman-spideyparker

⭒ Domestic Adonis

Steven gets some new reading glasses that make your heart skip a beat and make you think of something. One night in bed as the two of you read, you voice this opinion to him. When you get back from a work trip one week later, boy are you in for a treat.

@stormkobra-5

⭒ Hold Me Close

Having been against touch all your life, now that you have three loving boyfriends, you’re overwhelmingly clingy. Cuddles, hand-holding, standing so close you’re up against them; but sometimes that’s just not close enough.

⭒ Puzzles

Steven’s not rough with you, like Marc or Jake. He’s more… Reserved. But he will wreck your shit if you ask nicely.

@luvpedropascal

⭒ First Time

[transbianmuffin]

Memories pt. 3

cw manipulation but we all know she wants to be a pet, also two queer flirting and a hint of gaslighting

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this thing is huge, and it's almost nonsensical, so much complexity so incredibly decorated so alienating?

"This is...incredible..."

"This, dear, is Opicala. The main Affini ship overseeing Jupiter."

"How? How? It's..."

"Huge? Fantastic? I know you tend to struggle with words." "Majestic!" "Haha, yes majestic is a nice one to describe it." "..." "I know, I know, most of sophonts don't comprehend the grandeur of Affini's architecture." wait those two affini have people? on a leash? what the hell? I've heard about domestication but I thought it was mostly reducing them to zombies and those guys are making out? they seem so happy so carefree what is happening and why why why I- I like it? No I don't want to be a slave I want peace not being a slave again "But I guess you're not looking at the architecture, don't you?" "Those people, collared, on a leash. Are your slaves? Is this what's gonna happen to me?"

they seem so happy, their eyes filled with bliss their mouths drooling each other's saliva and they seem no to care about a thing which is not their own tongues twitching and swirling "Slaves? Dirt, no! Absolutely not. My dear, those are pets. Domesticated sophonts, and we love our pets so much." "I was told that you enslaved people, keeping them drugged and compliant and used them as your servitude or to do menial work for your empire..." "The rebel propaganda really got you there, my beautiful terran. No, not at all. Well, they are drugged most of the times. That part is true, but I can assure you they really like it. As you did, a couple of days ago when we had our first chat." "What will be of me?" "Well, techinically you'd have been sent to forced domestication since you are a rebel. It is also true, though, that you did what you did and that would make you a defector. In addition to that you surrendered without any resistance and moreover you gave us some very useful intel." "So?" "So, my dear, I filed a special plead for you. You won't be assigned to forced domestication. You will stay here for a while and then we will drop you wherever you like on Jupiter. Lastly, we will grant you the status of 'independent terran', unless..." "U- unless?" "Unless you'd actually want to stay and be a pet, my dear. Oh you would be the cutest of them all. You'd have to either pick or be picked by an owner and you will live forever in care and bliss." oh god oh god a pet? would I be a good pet? I mean those two earlier seemed to be happy but maybe there were only high as fuck but being a pet seems so nice

"An owner, like you?" "Ah, you're saying this, not me~" "I- I don't know." "There is another little thing I forgot to mention." "Now you're scaring me." "Good, you will learn to fear the giant plant girl which work consists mainly in interrogating and inflicting terrible tortures to rebels." "...Sinea..." "Just kidding, just kidding! Look at your face, stars you are so damn cute! Anyway, I saw from your medical report that you were under special medications for HRT, am I correct?" "Y-yes." "Well I think it is worth mentioning that the meds you were taking are nothing more than candies compared to our Class G. Which is basically the same thing but way more advanced and effective." "Oh..."

is she lying? maybe she wants to drug me again but maybe I can trust her, she's been so kind with me and advanced HRT is a dream come true

"Am I picking your interest there?" "Y-yes." "Of course this is not to convince you at all. I am just saying that here you will be loved in a way you have never experienced. You are free to go whenever. Just say a place on Jupiter and we'll drop you there instantly, Deena." "I need some time. I am tired and it's a lot to process." "That's perfectly understandable, little one. Want me to carry you?" "..." "Stars, when you give me those puppy eyes I- I simply can't! Come on. Here." "Those pets."

god they seemed so happy I was envious? jealous? yes that's the word

"Those pets, yes." "Those pets." "Yes those were pets. Do you have any specific consideration you want to make here or are you simply stating a matter of fact, my dear?" "They seemed so happy. Their kisses so blissful, their minds overwhelmed with joy and passion." "Florets usually do that. Here they are safe, protected, free to explore their true self, their true nature. Nobody judges them and the joy you saw in their eyes was certaintly shared by their respective owners."

"I would like to talk to one of them, if possible." "I have a better idea. There will be a little social gathering among florets later, their owners will be there but they won't interfere too much in their interactions. While I am not still your owner, I am your temporary ward so I can vouch for you. There you can talk to any of them and maybe even do something more than talking~" "S- still?"

what does she mean with still? still? she wants me to be her pet? what?

"Uh?" "You said you are not still my owner." "No, no my dear you must have misheard. I said that I am not your owner, which is true. I mean I could be your owner if that's what you want but the choice is yours and only yours."

maybe I misheard? I am sure she said that but I'm also tired and the feeling of her vines around me are so beautifully distracting

"I- I think I'm sure of what i've heard?" "Aw darling~ you are so tired, sometimes it happens to misheard stuff when we are tired. Misheard or projecting. Anyway, would you like to go to the floret's gathering?" "Maybe you're right. I am really tired but yes, Sinea, I'd love to go." "Very well, but first I must to inform you that I won't let my ward take part in a social event without some glowing up. You still smell of surgical sanitizer and your dress is unacceptable. I have a reputation." "Sure..." "That's my good girl. We will go at mine, have a bath, some grooming and I'll provide you with something suitable to wear."

hehe good girl~ wait a second a bath, a dress? what am I a doll? but I don't want to make her feel bad at the gathering I guess I can see how it goes

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[cripplecharacters]

In general, how would you approach writing nonhuman/feral characters with disabilities? How would you balance the symptoms animals usually show vs human symptoms, experiences and available accomodations?

I'm considering giving my Warrior Cats character with TBI-induced blindness (yes, I know, these books are awful about disability rep and yet I can't help but get attached) a guide animal of some sort, but... in real life blind cats can get by just fine using their whiskers, and though realism isn't a concern here, I'm worried that'll come across as nonsensical. However, I'm personally uncomfortable with writing yet another blind character that doesn't need mobility aids despite not being able to distinguish objects from one another "properly". He may not be totally blind, but I feel like I'd be contributing to the misconceptions surrounding my own condition that way. Thoughts?

Thank you for your ask! In real life animals, including cats, have been known to assign themselves as a guide for a blind packmate, usually walking on the side with less vision to help with navigation. Sometimes an animal of another species will act as a guide, but only if they’re bonded. This also occurs more often in domesticated animals, so if you don’t want the guide to be another cat you could do something like a dog, chicken or rat (though I’d imagine the last two would be hard to keep in a cat pack!).

You could also have your character able to move around unassisted in familiar areas that he is often in, but need assistance in unfamiliar areas.

As for writing your character, I’d say research how his injury affects his other senses. Touch, smell, hearing and limb movement can be affected by a traumatic brain injury, and it would definitely affect your character's ability to get around.

As of now, this blog unfortunately doesn’t have any blind mods (applications are still open as of posting this). However, you can check out other blogs for more information on blindness, such as BlindBeta, AskABlindPerson, and Mimzy-Writing-Online.

Have a lovely day!

Mod Rot

Hi!

When talking about TBI induced blindness, you have to keep in mind that it's different from ocular blindness. The brain-based type of blindness is called CVI, or Cortical Visual Impairment, and it's very common!

(Note: I have done a lot of research on CVI, but I don't have it myself. I heavily encourage you to check the blogs that Rot mentioned!)

A CVI will often have different symptoms than ocular blindness. For example, the character's field of view could be severely limited - the left (or right, or top, or bottom...) half of their vision could be non-existent, and the other half could be what is sometimes described as "incomprehensible". It could also present in infinitely different ways from that, as it can be very diverse!

CVI is often fluid and the person (or cat) can function very differently depending on the circumstances like fatigue or stress or even the weather. If he's having a horrible day he will be able to understand the visual input less than when he's doing fantastic.

With CVI, it's important to remember that visual acuity generally won't be the main problem, but the brain's comprehension of the image is. This is where cat-available accommodations can hopefully come in.

Showing him experiencing visual fatigue and how he deals with it could be one of them! During his kitty activities he could prefer to have them spaced out so that he only sees one at a time and makes it easier for his brain to comprehend without tiring him out. A cluttered environment would probably only make it worse, so you can have him make sure that everything is nice and in its place. He could also take longer to recognize new objects or cats.

If he has, for example, very limited field of vision, then he could have his kitty house (I don't know how warrior cats work I'm trying my best here) arranged so that it would work for him; i.e. everything being on a specific height.

I also very much agree with Rot that he should have more symptoms than just blindness! One example of a brain-based cat disability could be cerebellar hypoplasia; it can't be caused by a TBI, but it causes ataxia which can be a result of a TBI (mildly complicated, sorry). Either way you can use it as a reference to visualize how your character could move!

I hope this helps! I really appreciate the effort of trying to include disability accommodations in a character who's a forest cat.

mod Sasza

[lazzarella]

It's that time of the week, again, where I come to Tumblr to ramble nonsense about Wandee Goodday!

- God, they are so domestic!

- Making breakfast?? Getting all soft and sad about being out of town? FOREHEAD KISS?? This is too much for the first minute lol

- Ew, toothpaste splatter on the mirror lmao

- OMFG this is SO DOMESTIC!

- "I see you more than I see her" and it's not all because Taem's busy, Yak!! You make the effort to see Dee more! Like last ep when you could've gone with her but you didn't because you had plans with Dee?

- "Never had to go a full round" discussion is interesting. Will ponder this more when I'm awake fully!

- Of course they make a bet to see who caves to admitting they miss the other first lol their competitiveness is delightful and could lead to future angst, which is even better!

- Okay, but I love how they show they not only care about each other, but are interested in what the other does! They show concern and interest and it's just very nice how much they like each other as people. I think sometimes romances can fail on that front

- Yak is going to overdo it soon, isn't he?

- Aww! Dee cuddling Ice Bear, looking at Gooddy, gazing longingly at the elephant pants, all because he's missing Yak

- The pants are Yak's design!! I love this detail!! Even if it's just them trying to bring attention to the pants so I'll go buy them lmao

- The 'be available but not to everyone' sign coming into focus when Dee is looking forlornly at his conversation with Yak—definitely something there, too tired and stupid to expand on it

- He is pining so. Hard!

- The billowy curtains add a nice dramatic touch to the scene

- Oh, it's been three days hehe (okay, I'd pine for Yak after three days too!)

- Ahhhhh!!! Yak and Yei talking about Yak's feelings for both Taem and Dee! I loooove this (Aw, they're sharing a bed! I think that's common, but it's still cute to me)

- (I don't think Yak does truly feel at ease, or free to be himself, with Taem the way he does with Dee, though! Not because of Taem, herself, but the pressure he's put on himself to be someone she could like, instead of just being himself. He doesn't feel that pressure with Dee)

- Yak opens Dee's text conversation first!

- Of course Dee shows up when Yak closes his eyes to see who he thinks of first! And, ahhhhh, he's SO happy to see Dee, holy shit. His face just lit up!

- And Dee is wearing the elephant pants ;__;

- They are RIDICULOUS and I love it

- Imagining Yei, Yak and Dee all wedged together in the same bed if Dee had agreed to stay over lmao

- HUGGING HIM TO RECHARGE AGAIN! I can't take this, Yak!!!

- Oh... Oh, holy mother of god, that CHIN KISS!!!! That was so tender and hot and wtf????????????

- And then Yak kisses Dee's forehead and the necklace again??? Fuuuuuuuuuuuudge

- Nooooo, Dee, don't fall for Dr. Ter's wiles!!! Booooooo! Hissssss!

- omfg, Yak and Dee making eyes at each other smack bang in the middle of the pedestrian crossing

- KISSING HIM ALL OVER HIS FAAAAAAAAACE!

- "I miss this hospital so much"

- "His body is yours, but what about his heart?" That's Dee's, too, next question!

- If Taem buys this 'oh, I'm studying Yak, and no I don't mean that in a euphemistic way, what are you saying about?' then... she's not as smart as I thought she was lol

- Okay, there's some side-eyeing going on there. Curious about all those suspicious and guilty looks at the end of their convo tbh

- Cher and Yei have a tiny bed!

- Awww, c'mon, why reuse ep one footage of Yak and Dee!!!!

- DOUBLE DATE!

- Cher saying it feels like Yak is introducing Dee as part of the family 🤝 Yak saying the photo looks like a family photo

- the way so many beats are being repeated is nice to me (Yak taking Dee's hand at the crossing again)

- Oh, Yei is definitely in it with loan sharks, right? Orrrrrr maybe he's working FOR them to work off his debt? Am I overthinking it?

- Damn, those balloons must've been expensive, if Yei had to trade his camera for them! (A joke because the camera just disappeared I guess??) edited to add: ooh maybe not a continuity error! Could the balloons be a devious distraction technique??

- "Romantic notions vary from person to person" or whatever Yak said but yes! They do!

- Cher kicking his little feet :3

- I love how they both talk about feeling at ease with each other <333

- Awww! It's finished and— WE'RE GETTING THE KISS NEXT WEEK????? And loads of delicious angst it seems >:)

[ravenrune]

Quick and simple Carlos x reader fic. No warnings. Domestic fluff. 739 words.

Enjoy?

Sorry, no title. I couldn't think of one.

Carlos was sitting at the table, staring outside. He was bored beyond belief, and you wouldn’t be home for another half hour. He had the day off, but everyone he could’ve been hanging out with was at work, so he just spent the entire day alone.

He’d already cooked and cleaned the kitchen, and now he didn’t know what to do.

Feeling a bit restless, he got up and walked upstairs. Maybe there were some chores left unfinished, and he thought it would be nice to have them done before you’d get home. At least then, you two would get to spend the evening together without having to worry about boring housework that had been left unfinished.

After he had made his way into the bathroom, an idea popped up in his head. Carlos knew you’d be tired when you got home. He knew your feet would be hurting because you’d be walking a lot at work today.

So, what could be better than taking a nice, hot bath after such a long day at work?

He wouldn’t mind taking a bath himself, either. He hadn’t been too busy, but the mission he’d been sent on about a week ago still had his muscles aching on random occasions.

Pleased with himself, he turned on the hot water and allowed it to slowly fill the tub. Considering the size of the tub, Carlos figured it should be done and sufficiently warm by the time you’d get home. After pouring in a little bit of lavender-scented bath oil, he went back downstairs and headed into the kitchen. Dinner could probably wait for an hour or two, but he did want you to have something to drink and snack on in the tub because you’d probably be ravenous.

You returned home while Carlos was upstairs, still setting things up.

“Carlos?” You yelled. “You home?”

“Right here, babe,” his voice came from upstairs. “You had a good day?”

You took off your jacket and dropped it on the couch. You’d put it away later. “Kinda?” You replied as you watched your man come downstairs. “It was rough, though. Way too much walking for a job like that.”

“I thought so,” Carlos said, walking up to you and pulling you into a warm embrace. “It’s nice to have you here again. I was getting so bored.”

“Hey, I just got back, I probably smell bad!” You protested, trying to step away from him.

Carlos laughed and didn’t let go. “Don’t care,” he muttered, burying his face in your hair. “Buuut if that bothers you, I got just the thing to make you a little less stinky!”

You frowned. “What are you talking about?”

“Well,” Carlos stepped away and smirked. “I bought a pressure washer, so I guess I can try it out on you.”

“What? Do you know how cold that water is and how powerful those things are? We’re not doing that! I need my skin, you know?”

He laughed again. He loved teasing you; it amused him to see your reactions to the nonsense he’d sometimes come up with. “Nah, just kidding. I prepared you — I mean us — a bath.” He grabbed your hand and started dragging you towards the stairs. “Let’s go. It should be done by now.”

Glorious; after such a long day at work, that’s how it felt to get into the hot water. The warm water made you feel a bit sleepy, and you leaned your head against Carlos’ chest. “This is great,” you sighed. “Thanks.”

“Anytime.” Carlos smiled and placed his hands around your waist. “I figured you’d need it.”

“I guess I did.”

“Do you want a snack? Figured you’d be hungry, too.”

You laughed, looking at the snacks on the little side table next to the tub. “In a minute, I want to snuggle a bit first.” You hesitated for a second. It always felt a bit uncomfortable to bare your feelings to him, even though you knew he loved it whenever you did so. You always seem to know exactly what I need for some reason… I don’t really know what I’d do without you anymore.”

Carlos smiled as his heart filled with an overwhelming sense of joy. “Good thing you’ll never have to do without me then, huh?”

[dreamboundedstar]

I Have More to Say About Kacchako That I Need to Let Out:

In one of the MHA Smash volumes they have some panels that take place around the time Bakugo was kidnapped by the League of Villains. The LoV force Bakugo to play the board game, Life to show them his deepest, dark desires. Turns out his “inner desires” were to have the most normal, domestic life. Something that amusingly contrasts his number 1 hero dream.

You can find the panels here. https://todomitoukei.tumblr.com/post/190826151761/horikoshi-not-having-put-this-in-the-main

Even though it’s parody and shouldn’t be taken for anything canonical, this is fanfiction and I can do whatever I want. Anyway, thanks to this panel it really helps give me a road map to what I want to do for the ages of the Kacchako kids. I specifically made Ryosei and Hanahoshi twins since their names are both star themed and binary stars are a thing.

Kacchako Timeline:

Age 24 to 25:

Katsuki and Ochako are dating and eventually move in together to help financially support each other. Katsuki needs all the help he can get after *MHA Epilogue Spoilers*.

Age 28:

They will get married on July 7th. (Basing it on the fact that Ochako loves looking at the night sky and July 7th is the date for Tanabata, the Star Festival. It’s also Present Mic’s birthday and Ochako is his favorite student, so that’s a bonus.)

Have a kid April 8th the year after (conceived on July 15th because it’s funny and came into the world 5 days early).

Age 35:

They are finally financially stable enough to own a house.

Conceived fraternal twins December 27th.

Age 36:

Twins born 8 days late on October 10th.

Anyway, that's my headcanon, Kacchako timeline so far based on the panel scenes I mentioned. Hopefully, I'll be able to update the timeline more accurately to the canon material once the extra 60 pages come out in the final, canon volume. Though, I'm not holding my breath on it because the extra pages could just as likely kill any ideas I had Kacchako related in the first place. Oh well, I knew what I was getting into when I let the Kacchako crumbs consume me. Now that I figured the age range between these kids, I can now go deeper into their personalities. I’m just really attached to these fan kids and wanted to do more for their bios then just experiment with quirks.

Teyushin (手優伸)–

Name Meaning: “Extending a gentle/superior hand” (or more literally, “Hand to Hand” according to Word Hippo)

Age: 14

Birthday: April 8th

Pronouns: He/Him

Personality: Teyushin, on first impression comes off as very affable and easygoing. Deep down, he fears that none of the connections he makes are genuine and feels lonely at times. He often questions if he’s really a good person or if he’s only nice to make it easier to deal with his quirk. With how his quirk works, he sometimes tries too hard to get people to like him. That way, he only needs to rely on his own blood to help track others if they need to be found. He often has the vibe of a space cadet even in intense situations. However, when it really matters, he puts on a serious, no-nonsense persona that is determined to get a job done asap.

Ryosei (凌星)–

Name Meaning: “Eclipsing the sun” (more like “surpassing the star” but close enough. I meant eclipsing as surpassing anyway XD)

Age: 6

Birthday: October 10th

Pronouns: He/Him

Personality: If Ryosei could be described with one word it would be exhausting. He’s got the competitive nature of Katsuki but he is a lot more reckless than Katsuki ever was. Given his quirk is tied to natural disasters, it is only natural for him to forgo strategy and embrace the chaos. He can be boastful at times, such as pointing out he’s so fast he won the race of existence against his sister when they were born, much to her annoyance. He honestly doesn’t even care about being a hero, he doesn’t need labels like “hero” to do the right thing. He just loves the thrill of fighting and adventure. (think like the lyrics “It’s Doesn’t Matter” from the first Sonic Adventure game)

He tries to not let others pointing out how villainous/dangerous his quirk is get to him. He knows his heart and he couldn’t care less about another’s analysis of his character. Actions speak louder than words after all.

Hanahoshi (花星)–

Name Meaning: “Blossoming star” (just a poetic way to say supernova)

Age: 6

Birthday: October 10th

Pronouns: She/Her

Personality: Unlike her twin brother, Hanahoshi actually tries to think of plans before springing into action. However, she can be a bit ditzy at times. She tends to stay in her head too long that the plethora of ideas she could do overwhelm her and Ryosei is already doing something before she figures out what to do. It’s as if her ideas were like the night sky and the perfect one is in the constellations. Unfortunately, she was always bad at finding the constellations in the millions of stars. As much potential her quirk has in fighting, her favorite way to use is to simply make people happy with the beauty of them. Since tiny stars don’t hurt people on impact, she likes seeing the happy faces of see her lights burst around them and making them feel special cause every deserves to feel special. In a way, she’s more of an artist than a hero. Even so, she chooses to be a hero because she wants to be a light in darkness for as many people as she can like her mother was and is. Just don’t make her mad though because play with fire and you will get burned. Things get under her skin quicker compared to Teyushin or even Ryosei, much to her dismay. Though since she hates expressing that anger, she does her best to hold it in because the last thing she wants is to be seen as the angry sibling. Though, she can only hold that pressure in for so long until she bursts like a supernova, usually on Ryosei, who deserves it most of the time. I suppose this is a spinoff sequel to this post.

[accio-victuuri]

All about LRLG post 11/28/2022. ✨

You all know the drill, I cannot post the complete translation because i’m not authorized. I will share bits that are interesting and may have connections to what we already speculated before. I can only imagine a LRLG newbie or even if you’ve been reading their contributions for a long time, it’s always confusing. it’s bits and piece of conversations. We can only guess when things took place.

so just have fun with it, no need to take it seriously. there may be different interpretations, there is not wrong or right answer. ☺️

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

• It starts off with random sentences from WYB, again, like we are hearing him talking to someone on the phone with 0 context. It’s like you entered the room, saw WYB and you overheard these words.

"The ones that were left out on purpose are not real people, and they are generally reserved for moving.”

"I know, I even jumped off your little skirt, right?"

"Okay, okay, whatever you say it is"

"You're not a backup dancer, are you?"

"Then tell me after you finish reading"

"It's different, I remember you are guests"

"Not sure, I just sent it to you in advance to see what you think”

WYB was probably watching an old performance of GG when he and xnine were guests in a show. Lol at Web saying it’s a skirt! It’s not! He just tied it on his waist. It’s so nice to think about Web watching idol XZ, I guess we are not the only ones who loved that era and wish to see him perform again. This show was back in 2017, hahahaha! They are truly each other’s fans. Even if they often act embarrassed about their old works, it’s so obvious that these two enjoy watching each other’s shows/appearances.

there is also something so domestic about this. just talking on the phone about mundane things but it’s important cause it connects them.

• Then some talk about a vlog. I really hope WYB does some sort of vlog. Whatever he is comfortable to share. like the practice video that was posted by YBO. I know he’s not a fan of sharing too much private things and I wouldn’t want him to do something he doesn’t — but i can only hope. maybe. one day.

Staff: "This is the amount that needs to be issued by then"

W: "so much"

Staff: "But the time can't be too short"

W: 'Um'

Staff: "Just record vlog, and you can also record regularly in the future"

• Then talking about a Suona which is a traditional Chinese double-reed woodwind instrument. I wonder why XZ is using it. Probably for a role? Or maybe he’s being his talented self again and is picking it up for additional skill.

X: Suona is very good, unique and innovative

W: "It's difficult”

X: "Easy- what do you want"

X: "OK OK”

• HAHAHAHAHA this short exchange is my favorite. Even after all these years, XZ still remains to be the only one who wants WYB to shut up cause he talks too much.

X: you shut up

W: what's wrong with me

X: Have a meal ( eat )

• Another scenario of the young couple playing games. WYB is so cute saying “you’ve changed” to XZ. He’s really different around him. Usually when you put him in a situation where he has to be competitive, he’s no nonsense and will beat whoever the opponent is. but when he is with XZ, he will act cute. Winning is not important. It’s all about playing and spending time with his zhan ge.

W: "How about it"

X: "I'm not good at it, what can I say"

W: "You have to give it after you see it"

X: "advanced"

W: "You don't even look at it, you don't see me here

X: "I said advanced jumping"

W: "you've changed"

• Awwww. short legs? Who could it be other than princess jianguo! 🌰 Their little family is so sweet. I bet WYB is still spoiling her with the horrible costumes he buys. I remember when XZ shared photos of her, leftovers. Lol. He probably asked WYB what are the best ones to share.

"You video (call) me and you play with her

"It's not too much"

"Legs are really short"

X: I haven't come back for a long time, 🌰 doesn't know me anymore

W: I've known you since you haven't come back

X: It took a while for 🌰 to recognize me

The second half of the convo is so funny tho. WYB why are you jealous of a cat? LOL. He’s like, I can still remember you even if we don’t see each other for a while. HAHAHAHAHA! He is too much! and I feel sad for GG cause 🌰 can’t recognize him anymore.

• This exchange remind me of the green tea. They really have no issue with sharing each other’s drinks. What’s mine is yours.

X: wyb what are you drinking

W: Didn't you bring it?

X: Um

W: Then I'll drink yours

X: it is good

• THIS HAD ME DYING. Yibo calls XZ xiao xiao (allegedly). This is so sweet.

W: "Yeah, let's leave after chatting, xx has to catch a plane"

The interesting part here is it was typed out as XX to represent his name. We think this is the time when he was photographed leaving Beijing with that Tod’s bag that had XX on it. I already made a CPN post about it but now i realize i might be wrong. It is still his name, it’s xiao xiao. Only that it’s what Yibo calls him. I cannot. ‼️‼️‼️ Imagine him saying that while coaxing XZ and with his puppy eyes. Imagine.

• One of the interesting exchanges we often see in LRLG recently is when zz/wyb talk with their staff. We already CPN that their staff know each other and work together from time to time. But this is on a whole new level. I like the fact that they are cool bosses and care for their staff’s lives too.

gossip-ing

X: "You young people are now climbing mountains instead of falling in love."

Staff “I didn't climb to the top, the environment doesn't allow it"

W: "Well, stay at home"

X: "Exercise is good, it's not that XXX has a glass walkway, you can do it next time to see”

Staff: "It can make her pee"

Staff: "I'm drinking here, you say pee"

Staff: “😂 You are there to match up"

Staff: "Stop, stop, I just met once, I'll go through my own level first and then talk about it"

X: "It's not like there's going to be that suspension-bridge effect transfer

Staff: "Mr. Xiao is awesome, you are a little expert in love"

W: It's possible (then imitates the sound of a goose)

X: 👊Why do you owe so much?

W:(makes the same sound again ; like stuttering)

Staff: What?

X: "Don't worry about him, if you have time, you can do team building and go out for a walk"

W: "Fuck, the place we talked about last year is almost over this year, and we didn't go back to the team building"

X: "Each group has its own"

W: "They mess with them, we mess with ours"

Staff: “It’s hard to get out now”

Staff: "Well, if you can't change the place, you won't pick

W: whispered "our group"

The suspense bridge effect thing XZ is talking about is the idea that to make the one you love find it easier to fall in love with you — is in the situation that you two share the experience of feeling anxieties and fears. I honestly don’t know about this hahahaha! Xiao laoshi truly is a love expert.

Then WYB seemingly remembers something, probably a moment when XZ was feeling nervous. BXGs think it’s this interview, when he was stuttering talking about the person he loves. We already speculate that it’s about WYB and it made him doubly nervous because the person he is talking about is right infront of him. Also, these two have gone through life changing events together and more, so their love will only get stronger.

The talk about the team building is too cute! They want a separate one for XZS and YBO. Then you have WYB whispering that he wants just one for the two of them. A team building for this stinky couple! I give up! They are too much. 🙃

• One long exchange again.

Staff: "When will Teacher Xiao leave?

X: "In a few days"

Staff: "Be careful"

X: "What's the problem?"

X: "You watch your broken video again..."

W: "You don't take me with you.”

X: "You stay there by yourself, we don't take you, you're so funny”

W: "I'm showing you the takeout" 🥺

Staff: laughs

W: "He doesn't have a fruit bowl at home, I'll order you a takeout"

X: "Says it like I have no conscience"

W: "When you come up, you will be strange"

X: "I'm strange? They're all chatting, you still won't let me hold a mobile phone

W: "There is no outsider"

X: Well, you're an outsider now

W: 👊

I used strange but actually what it means is guài qì - weird or having weird temperament. I can only imagine being one of their staff and seeing these two as an example of what a couple should be like. The standard is too high!

• Finally, another round of WYB just talking. His humor. Lol. They can really talk about anything and laugh about it! It doesn’t matter what it is, he will share every bit to XZ.

"I'll give you a big red envelope for your birthday". "Serious Money"

"I'll tell you something funny"

" (xxx) went to the pharmacy to buy medicine and bought a bunch of toilet paper”

"I just found out that you can also buy laundry detergent"

The last part of LRLG’s message is really comforting as it says 快乐 平安 - Happy and Peaceful. 🕊 There’s been some quiet in the fandom lately and as with my previous post— unrest in their Country. A lot of things are up in the air and we don’t know what is gonna happen, so this message brings me comfort. I really hope they remain this way and if ever there are problems they have each other and the close group of trusted people around them. 🤍

-END.

sources: one / two ( both of these are compilation links )

[mxtxfanatic]

Do you mind if I ask, why you dislike YuWu? Feel free if you want to ignore my ask.

Yu Wu was not as masterfully put together as 2ha, mostly because of the terrible pacing, balance, and weak characters.

Mo Xi, as a main character and as a love interest, is too insecure to stand beside a character like Gu Mang. Gu Mang is meant to go through so much shit that feels entirely unnecessary and is a direct result of Mo Xi’s weak convictions and indecisiveness. He can’t decide who he can trust, can’t decide how to act, can’t even decide what he, himself, wants, and it leads him to making such nonsensical decisions even up to the final act of the book. Speaking of, the final “moral dilemma” of the book had absolutely no stakes: it was literally a choice between 1) do the thing you always secretly wanted that’ll conveniently also save the world or 2) do the thing that will make you unhappy and destroy the world, but hey! you get to be immortal to experience despair for eternity as you rule a dead world! Wtf kind of dilemma is that??? The antagonists are actual scum villains, but one is redeemed because his mom was a little mean to him as a kid??? Shi Mei wasn’t even redeemed in 2ha, and he had an actual tragic backstory, so wtf??? So I couldn’t even find interest from the fucking villains.

Balance was shit. Why are we spending hundreds of pages in fluff land watching Mo Xi pretend to care about giving Gu Mang chores, meanwhile the final battle is approaching? Why does fluff land have as many pages as major story-pushing arcs, when just about nothing that happens in those domestic sideplots translate to material implications in the rest of the story outside of introducing other characters? And this is in every arc! Major suspense and energy build-up is squandered by the insertion of these domestic moments that do not matter in any way and don’t even serve to flesh out character. The same exact shit happens in every one of them: Mo Xi starts to be nice to Gu Mang, some outsider gets mad about it, Mo Xi realizes that he shouldn’t be nice to Gu Mang because people will get suspicious, Mo Xi is mean to Gu Mang which causes him to remember he’s “still mad,” Mo Xi’s callousness leads to Gu Mang being tortured in some way that reminds Mo Xi that he actually “still loves him.” Repeat ad infinitum.

And because balance was shit, pacing was also shit. Felt like most of the story was me reading a whole lot of nothing. I only perked up when action was happening, so either when another character took center stage away from Mo Xi, or when we were getting into Gu Mang’s past. Because Mo Xi is not a strong enough character to hold narrative interest. People wanna talk shit about mxtx LIs? Mo Xi is the actual main character of this novel, but his only redeeming quality is that the amnesiac LI with an overwritten personality turning him into a naive torture-magnet loves him. Said LI is more interesting than him—and almost every other character in the story—in every way.

[know-the-way]

Continued Stages of Falling Down the Miss Fisher Rabbit Hole

I’m gonna be real - I wish I could watch things in chronological order, I really do, but my ADHD brain just doesn’t work like that. So, I’ve bounced all around the different seasons and my overall thoughts are a jumbled mess. However, there are some things - in chronological order - that I just continue to go feral over the more I look at them, so I’m gonna share with the class. (P.S. Thank you so much for the warm welcome! You’re all very lovely and I just hope I don’t fuck that up by being annoying 😅… Uh… yep. Anyway, have a nice day! Lots of nonsense and a wee bit of meta below!)

- “Perhaps we could allow ourselves one candle?” “I think I could cope with that.”

Mmhm, listen here you cheeky fuckers, I see you. Whoever wrote this show learned the art of subtle symbolism and slow burn majesty, and while I am HERE for it, I also just… ya know… *pushes heads together* kiss already.

- Hearing Phryne say “I’m looking for my daughter” when she was searching for Jane in Queen of the Flowers. *clutches chest* Owwww. Her progression from “ugh, kids” to “this one’s okay, I guess” to “she is a part of me and to wrench her away would be akin to removing my very heart.” Just… yes. I will always love that dynamic. But I also appreciated Phryne emphasizing that Jane’s mum would always be her mum. I feel like there’s normally a focus on the child needing to choose between their biological or adoptive parents and it was refreshing that they allowed room for both of those relationships with Jane to exist equally.

- Maybe it’s just me, but whyyyyy does this exchange feel so domestic? There’s something about Jack just sitting there, marveling at her being in her own element, telling Hugh “of course” when he asks if Phryne knows judo (‘cause he knows her well enough to not be shocked anymore - like ‘of course she knows judo and speaks 8 languages and flies planes, it’s common sense Collins, get with the program’), and already knowing the answer to his suspicion about the “dangerous weapon.” It all just has an air of ‘gently teasing my spouse of 10 years in front of people because I know it winds them up and that’s our love language’ about it.

I’m also kind of curious how long Phryne has been practicing martial arts. Was it a ‘from childhood’ thing or a ‘from a traumatic event that made learning this skill feel necessary’ thing? If that fic hasn’t been written yet, I’d love to read one.

- “This time, you’re an accomplice. And unless you plan on killing Inspector Robinson yourself, he’ll make sure you hang.”

Again… I could so easily be reaching, but to me this comes off very much like “once my husband finds out what you’ve done to me, he will spend every waking moment ensuring your demise.” Couple that with Jack carrying her out like Prince Fucking Valiant and… yeah. #FERAL

- The fact that he wasn’t already holding her hand, but she was reaching for him… 🥺 The hurt/comfort goblin that lives in my brain: thriving. Just… fuck me up.

I still have two episodes of season 2 to finish, but so far my overall summary is that - by episode 3 - they’re together. Together, together. Don’t even care that it’s not “official,” don’t care that they don’t say it explicitly… they’re committed to each other in every way that matters, so they are bloody together. Just need them to realize that and accept it. For all our sakes.

[imtherain]

Be Holding Me

Hey there

Today was lame and my stomach was a POS as it is wont to do, so I threw up about it. Didn’t feel great after (surprise surprise) so I wrote an incredible indulgent fanfic which is 100% a self insert and if you have a problem with that you can fuck right off.

But, yeah, not feeling good, wanted some cuddles, currently in love with Ghost, so here we are.

Warnings: talk about getting sick/losing one’s lunch, very slight mention of blood, Ghost being a chair. No pancakes. idk man I just work here

Anywho

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I get sick a lot.

I always say it's my ungrateful stomach, or my useless meat suit. Some days, no matter how nice I am to them, they rebel and I lose my lunch. Or dinner. Or breakfast. It was never fun, but after so many years of this nonsense, I’d grown, unfortunately, used to it.

Today was no different. Something random set me off, a smell maybe. I’d been set off by something as mundane as the air freshener before, even though it was the same one I had always used. It didn’t really matter the why though, only that it happened, and now I was woozy, annoyed with my lot in life, and needing some positive attention.

So I went looking for Ghost.

Anyone else who knew Ghost would think he would be the last person you’d look to for comfort. He was big, intimidating… glared a lot. But under all that big badass energy, he was secretly a softie. Well, maybe not for everyone, but he definitely was for me.

He was on the couch, watching the sports channel when I found him. He glanced up at me, but didn’t say anything. He knew that usually I didn’t want to talk about it, sometimes I didn’t even want to acknowledge it.

I went right up to him and crawled into his lap. He shook his head a little, but adjusted so that there was room for the both of us, and tucked my head under his chin. I hummed, content to be held for a bit.

“I hope you didn’t have to hear all that,” I said.

“Want me to lie to you?” Ghost said.

“Sorry,” I was always embarrassed when someone had to hear the tragedy that was my insides. I knew it wasn’t fun for anyone involved.

“Nothing to be sorry for,” He said. “Need anything?”

“Just this for now,” I told him, nuzzling myself into his neck. I felt him chuckle as his arms held me a little tighter for a moment. If anyone accused Ghost of being nice, he’d call them a liar. 

“Did you drink some water?” He asked. I grunted at him.

“I brushed my teeth,” I offered instead.

“Not the same,” He shifted so he could reach down next to the couch and handed me his water bottle. “Drink,”

“Boo,” I complained but I drank some before resettling against his chest. One of his hands began rubbing up and down my back and I hummed again, closing my eyes. He was warm and everywhere and it was nice.

I could tell he had gone back to watching his game because he started cursing under his breath about a bad call. I smiled though because it was so damn domestic.

“How we feeling?” Ghost’s voice pulled me from the slight doze I’d found myself in. If he wasn’t so comfortable, it wouldn’t have been such a problem to stay awake.

“Like shit,” I told him.

“What can I do about it?” He asked.

“Kill me?” I offered hopefully.

“Negative,” 

“Why not?”

“Too much of a mess,” I snorted at him.

“You’re no fun,” 

“Never said I was,” But he moved to press his forehead into my hair. I always joked that he was like a cat that gave head bonks instead of using his words. I didn’t mind, sometimes words didn’t help anyway.

I bonked him back and I could feel him smile through his balaklava.

“I could always try to fuck you better,” He offered with a smirk even his mask couldn’t hide.

“I don’t know that that’d make me feel any better,” But I was smiling.

“Always makes me feel better,” Another gentle knock of his forehead against me. 

“That’s cuz you’re a slut, Simon,” I shifted slightly to press a kiss to his cloth covered cheek. There was a time that was the closest I got to skin. He moved to pull his mask up to his nose.

“Like I’m going to let you get away with that,” But he was grinning. He held me tighter so I couldn’t escape him as he kissed my face. I laughed and tried to push him away, but he was far stronger than me, and really, I didn’t want to be anywhere else. “Kiss me,” He commanded softly. I rolled my eyes at him.

“I just got sick, you don’t want to be near my mouth,” 

“You’ve kissed me when there’s been blood on my face, and you at least brushed your teeth,” He reminded me. I snorted at him again.

“That was a very different situation,” I said.

“Don’t care,” This time he took matters into his own hands, and by matters, I mean my face. He tipped my head back and covered my mouth with his. For a long moment, there was nothing else in the whole world but his lips on mine. No school or work or groceries to get. No rent or bills or stress. No ungrateful stomach, no useless meatsuit. Just Simon.

And that was more than enough.

[Masterlist]

[More Ghost]

[bklynmusicnerd]

I did watch the episode, but tbh an entire week of sociopathic mooch is a special type of torture so I'm not paying attention as much as I usually do, just a couple of thoughts.

I'm glad the shifts in Nik that I was picking up on were legit and they had Nik express remorse to Spencer about how much he failed him as a father*. Nik failing Spencer the way he did was tragic and it felt like Spencer was the only one processing that tragedy. I'm glad the writers and AH in his performance remembered who Nik is at his essence. Nik tries. He cares. He feels it when he disappoints the people he loves.

That emotional core should always be embedded in Nik and I saw glimpses of the Nik I know in those scenes with Spencer. I also love how protective they're writing Nik and Spencer in regards to each other. Spencer wants Nik to stay and fight the charges. Nik refuses to let Spencer take the blame for being preyed upon and is the first one to really acknowledge Spencer as a victim of sociopathic mooch and her serial killer father.

It was damn near a perfect full circle moment to the chapel scenes, and I'm glad AH and NAC got to play a type of closure to those scenes. I still think it's embarrassing how hard Nik and Spencer are trying to convince themselves that demon spawn is a Cassadine (sure 🥴), but Spencer aiding Nik in bonding with demon spawn was sweet and another glaring sign that he is finally over his domestic nonsense.

All in all, so much of Spencer's arc got derailed by the sociopathic mooch agenda and it was nice to see Spencer's original arc, a boy desperate to reconnect with his father, brought back to the forefront for him. I think at bare minimum, it's important for Spencer's growth that he let's go of his Nik pain and this was a big step in that direction.

That was the resentment that made him so easy for sociopathic mooch to manipulate and weaponize. Her having any residual power over him was tied to the Nik of it all. By reconciling some of those issues instead of doubling down on them, Spencer is freeing himself of all of that, which is what Trina has been trying to convince him to do for a while.

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Genyen/Shawn SFW Alphabet

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Genyen is a big fan of lingering eye contact and touches - he holds his partner's gaze while in conversation and does little things like slowly trailing his fingertips across the small of their back when he walks past.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

This guy is a shitty friend - he's a scammer, so it will take someone with perseverance that's able to see the good in him to be a genuine friend. HE CAN CHANGE.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Genyen loves to be close, being wrapped around his partner is his ideal scenario.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Genyen is not domestic and has no desire to settle - he's constantly grifting and has a whole world to explore - why would he ever shackle himself?

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Clean out their bank account and ghost.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Yeah, that's never happening.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

More sensual than gentle - everything is with the aim of getting into his partner's pants, so he knows just what to say and where/how to touch.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Genyen enjoys closeness, so appreciates the physicality of wrapping his arms around another person and pressing his body close to theirs.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Yeah, that's not happening. Will get around it by saying things like "I appreciate you" "You have a beautiful soul" "I admire you" etc.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Not jealous at all, he's far too relaxed and unbothered for that sort of nonsense.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Slow and sloppy. Enjoys kissing his partner's neck. Goes feral if they kiss along his jawline.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Genyen is nice to children, but doesn't want ones of his own.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Yoga and him pretzling his partner into some overly complex position to do the deed.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Going through daily affirmations and then back into another ridiculous pretzel position.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Everything this man says about himself is a lie - his partner will know nothing about him.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Cool, calm and collected, 'cause he's a sly little fucker.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He'll absolutely remember your ATM pin, memorable words, mother's maiden name, date of birth, passwords, etc.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

He doesn't have one - he knows he's not in it for the long haul, so there's no point in making memories.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He's not protective at all, he's not violent and wouldn't expect his partner to be protective of him either.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Zero effort made by this man. He's a "live in the moment" type of guy, that's "above material gestures". Basically, he's a wasteman.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Stealing, fraud, scamming, lying.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Not particularly, keeps his hair buzzed, but that's it.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

No, everyone's disposable to this guy.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

This man is a gaslight extraordinaire. "I saw you going through my purse earlier." "No, you didn't, you saw me tidying it away for you. How will you ever achieve true enlightenment if you're always making accusations?"

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Commitment. Feeling obligated.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Sleeps really soundly, despite all his misdeeds - this man has no conscience.

[ch4rryc0smos]

⊹ to be seen is to be loved — c. murphy.

synopsis — a tiring day for blaire, and connor murphy decides to try to make it better, which he succeeds at, really well. and he sees her, more than she realises he does. that much is established.

genres — friends to lovers, friendly banter, mutual pining, requited yearning, admiring, best friends, domestic fluff, requited love, comfort, chaotic fluff.

pairing — connor murphy x friend!self insert, connor murphy x childhood friend!self insert, connor murphy x best friend!self insert.

warnings — implications of self h@rm, mentions of scars.

word count — 3.3k.

author's note — i know it's been a solid week or something since i've last posted, please bear with me, i barely have the time or motivation. after this, i intend to make an intro post for my alien stage s/i. yes, i've watched the final, i am, grieving.

masterlist.

Blaire is tapping her fingers on her thigh as she waits for Alana to return from her daily student council president duties, and what other nonsense she partakes in. It’s spring but the breeze is strong, Blaire is glad to have worn dress pants today, but her thin work-ish shirt just isn’t helping. It’s really thin. It looks nice, but the cold air is practically cocooning her and she has to breathe on her hands to feel like there’s still hope of her not freezing away. 

She watches the other students pass her by, some wave to her, some try to flirt, but she just smiles, tapping her foot on the pavement, wondering where Alana even is. Her eyes glaze over the passing figures, and she has to blink to not zone out. Until, her eyes land on the approaching figure of none other than Connor Murphy.

Local stoner, and weirdo, as known by the petty high schoolers, but also one of Blaire’s boyfriends, which still sounds weird to say, but she supposes she’ll have to learn to use it more often in real life. She doesn’t think she’s mentioned it more than like, once, to Alana. 

As he’s getting closer, a breeze slips between him and Blaire, she shivers in annoyance, pushing aside the feeling of the cold air tickling her collarbones. She grins at Connor. His black jacket is clinging onto him, and he holds his hand out, feigning a courtesy, to some extent. 

“Callahan, fancy seeing you out here,” he says, stepping closer.

Blaire smiles at him, shaking her head. “Didn’t think I’d run into you either.” She grimaces when the unrelenting wind refuses to not make a fool out of her. “I’m waiting for Alana,” she continues, as if she isn’t getting assaulted by the breeze.

“Why don’t you just ditch her?” Connor suggests.

Blaire raises an eyebrow at him, glancing at the building in front of them. “Uh—”

“Come on,” he says as he’s shrugging off his jacket. She tilts her head at him, confused, until he’s wrapping the black mass of fabric over her shoulders. He’s far too nonchalant about it. Any previous cold she might’ve been feeling has dissipated the moment his jacket touches her shoulders. It’s packed with the faint, or maybe not so faint scent of cigarettes, one that she’s sure will cling to her for at least a few days.

He’s a bit convincing, with that mischievous smile lingering on his lips and a hand asking for hers to complete his. She accepts it, does it seal her fate with him? Perhaps. She doesn’t seem to mind it, though. 

“She’ll look for me,” Blaire tries to reason, even though she doesn’t truly care, or is concerned by the idea of Alana looking for her. Beck is busy, the two just wanted to spend time together was all, but if Connor is here to take Blaire away, Alana wouldn’t mind. Not that Blaire thinks she would. 

Connor is grinning, he knows better than to believe Blaire’s bleak words. He tugs her forwards, and she stumbles along, following as he takes her past the watching crowds, they eye Connor with disgust, but Blaire is smiling up at him, a bit more grateful to have been whisked away from her school work predicament, and the home she’d have to return to eventually. Connor’s car is parked a bit further away from the school, scratches cover the length of the doors, and Blaire sighs, wondering how he’d gotten them since the last time they’d seen each other.

It’s been three days since their last car ride together. There is genuinely no way he should be able to damage the paint this badly.

“You know me,” he says, shrugging as he lets go of her hand, holding the door open for her right when Blaire’s already reaching for it. “Nuh-uh.” A declarative air surrounds the words. Blaire sighs, frowning softly. 

Accepting defeat, she slides into the passenger seat, rolling her sleeves up. Maroon scars scatter themselves over pale skin, marked with the occasional bruise, contrasting to the other two colours to form a canvas.

Of pain. 

One which Connor was well aware of. When he slides into the seat next to her, one glance at her, and he sighs softly, starting up the car. 

As soon as Blaire’s back hits the back of the seat, all the day’s exhaustion catches up to her. She closes her eyes, lets her head fall back against the headrest. Her hands start shaking, and she doesn’t know if it’s the day’s anxiety, or the way her body can’t even keep up with her anymore. Whatever it may be though, she doesn’t like it. 

On a normal day, she wouldn’t have forgotten her rings back at home (or whatever that is), she would be fidgeting with them, and no one would suspect anything, not the calculated measures to stop her hands from shaking as if she’s an old woman. But today, she doesn’t have anything she can use to hide the fact that she’s shaking, shaking. 

It doesn’t go unnoticed by Connor.

Even worse.

He doesn’t say anything, not for a while at least. Blaire knows that he’s noticed. His hands are still on the steering wheel until he reaches out with one. She stares at it, a bit dumbfounded.

“Think I didn’t notice you without your rings today?” he says. A smile is playing on his face. He places his hand on her lap. She tenses. “Relax. I should’ve stolen some of Zoe’s rings.”

Blaire is growing even more confused, “what for?” she asks.

“You like fidgeting with them—” he starts, “well, your ones.”

Obviously. She grins up at him, sliding her hand over his, intertwining their fingers. His hands are cold, as per the usual. But now she has something to tap and hold while he drives them off to somewhere. He could probably kidnap her and she’d be fine with it, especially with the way her consciousness has been slipping away, inch by inch, minute by minute. Connor squeezes her hand and suddenly she’s grounded, back to reality. 

“Con’...?” She mumbles his name, barely able to keep her eyes open, barely focusing on the street in front of her. It’s giving her an odd sense of deja vu, but she doesn’t care, or can’t, with the way she feels so exhausted. Connor is tapping his fingers gently against her knuckles, and she smiles, holding his hand in both of her palms, one hand’s fingers still intertwined with his. 

“Yeah, baby?” his voice is quiet as he whispers back, holding Blaire’s hand close to his. 

She smiles at the softness of his tone, how it’s almost comically quiet, like he’s trying to not disturb her as she treads on the edges of slumber. “Where ‘re we going?” she asks, not bothering to keep on looking out the window. Her head feels heavy from the exhaustion. 

Connor laughs softly, she knows that much, she can tell. It’s a gentle chuckle, much unlike his usual booming laughter that he graces her with in public. This one has always been reserved for her, and Evan. When it’s just the three of them. Or just them. “You’ll see.”

She pouts softly, getting a blurry look at him from the corner of her eye, even though she can barely keep her eyes open at all. She doesn’t question him though, instead opting to try to relax her body more, maybe sleep a bit. The car rumbles beneath her, the seat vibrating softly, probably because of the engine mounting Connor says he’ll get replaced someday, but the day never seems to come.

She’s losing the battle against sleep when the car comes to a halt, the comforting vibration of the seat stops and she’s almost inclined to sit up straight, but Connor’s hand is pressed against hers and is placed on her lap. She’s safe. He hasn’t moved an inch.

Until he has, and his hand slips out, slowly. Blaire’s eyes open, and she fumbles to sit up.

“Nothing is wrong, you’re safe, we’re safe,” he says. 

When she turns to him and her eyes focus on his face, he’s smiling softly. She glances around, the street is familiar. And then her eyes catch on the doors of a shop right outside her side of the car. A La mode greets her line of vision as a confused smile finds its way onto her lips. She tilts her head at Connor. He grins. 

“What are you up—” She can’t continue, Connor is unlocking his door and has one foot out the door. She probably knows exactly what he’s up to. She’ll get him back for it, soon. 

He turns back to her for a moment. “Just wait a minute,” he says and he steps out. Blaire watches him, and suddenly it’s much more prominent, the loss of his hand from hers. She suddenly wants it back, right this moment. She wants to hold the calloused fingers, and wants something to fidget with, whether it be his weirdly long fingers, or his fingertips roughened up by his guitar.

A few minutes, awfully quiet, punctured by her soft humming as she stares out the window, at A La mode, and when Connor’s silhouette appears at the door, she practically lights up, smiling at him as she rolls her window down. He’s holding two ice creams, one cookies & cream, and one chocolate.

He hands her the cookies & cream cone. She tentatively reaches out as he leans down, handing it to her through the car window. Their fingers brush and she laughs. A bigger smile breaks over his face. That’s when she notices his cone only has one scoop.

“What happened to yours?” she asks, frowning softly as he sits back down, next to her, in the driver’s seat. The car rumbles back to life beneath them. Connor just hums, and shrugs. “Come on, Murphy.”

“Hey,” he drags out the vowel, turning to look at her once before his eyes are back on the road. He’s never been the most bothered about road safety, why does it matter now? Probably because he doesn’t want to answer her question. But she keeps on pushing, won’t go down until he just spills. Well, he does spill. “They ran out, I got the last scoop.”

“Oh,” is all she can say. She glances at her scoops. She still hasn’t taken a single bite out of them. She smiles, holding it up to Connor’s lips, leaning a bit closer to him. He gives her a look from the corner of his eye and she just flashes him a shrug. He doesn’t even budge. She presses her cone closer. “Connor, it’s going to melt. Take. A. Bite.” 

She puts emphasis on the last three words. And still, he isn’t moving. So, she pulls back, dips down to get a taste of her ice cream since he’s denying himself the enjoyment, and that’s when he finally turns around, swiftly gets a bite. Gets a bit of the cream smudged over his nose, eliciting a laugh from his girlfriend. She leans forward, brushing her fingers over his nose, wiping it off. He turns a deep shade of scarlet, turning away. But he’s also not that bothered. 

Blaire grins, taking bites out of her ice cream absentmindedly as Connor does the same. He’s staring out at the road, and it’s lined with trees, fields are getting more abundant as they venture further to their destination. Which is at the moment, only known to Connor. 

Minutes pass in silence, the same ice cream eating cycle continues, and then Connor breaks it. “Hey, you should taste this,” he starts, holding his cone up for Blaire. She raises an eyebrow at him. 

“I’ve had A La mode’s chocolate ice cream quite a few times before, Con’,” she says, trying to push it back towards him. He insists. She sighs, complying. A hum of contentment leaves her when she gets a taste of the chocolate. She’s missed it. It’s been a while since she’d last been to A La mode at all. She only came here with Connor, or with Zoe. 

“Look up,” Connor whispers, snapping her out of her thoughts. 

Blaire looks up, their eyes meeting. His soft blue eyes, a bit like the oceans, when a storm brews overhead, but never quite reaches the tranquil waters below. The waves continue to splash over the other. What do her eyes look like to him? Forests? The depths of nature greeting him in the afternoon sun as it floods through the front window? He smiles, leaning closer. Blaire feels her heart stutter. One of his hands cups her face, and she’s a bit hyper aware of the fact that they’re on the road, her eyes stray to the steering wheel—Connor is holding her face firmly in place. He’s quick. His breath is a warm breeze passing over her face as he presses his lips to hers. 

She still sometimes can’t believe he’s meant to be the school freak. He makes her feel like she’s living some fever dream from the movies she used to watch as a kid. His lips are soft, a bit cold, and they taste like dark chocolate. And then he swipes his tongue over her lips, but he’s not asking her to let him past. It’s gentle, just there for a second, and then he’s pulled back. 

She’s stuck in place, face blooming into a warm shade of cherry, and she glances away, the cone of her ice cream is still loosely gripped in her hands. It’s about to tilt over. Connor’s fingers find their way around hers. The car’s not vibrating beneath them anymore. Blaire looks up, they’re sitting outside the gates to… an orchard. 

Connor holds up Blaire’s cone to her lips, or whatever remains of it. He watches as she takes the last few bites, and then using his thumb, he brushes off the crumbs, and smiles. Her heart is a mush of goo. She’s sure of it. There’s a cavity in her ribcage, and her heart has seeped through, it’s pooling her gut in the form of warmth. 

“I hate you,” she whispers, not truly meaning it. A smile blooms over her face as she looks away, out at the gates leading into the orchard. Connor’s fingers are still intertwined with hers. He lets go, only briefly. And before either of them process what their bodies are doing, they’ve stepped out of the threshold of the car and are standing next to each other. Connor’s jeep is staring back at him, with scratches, with chipped off paint, but his eyes are all for Blaire at the moment. He wraps his arms around her waist. 

“I don’t know why I’m here, but when I saw you earlier, I just…” he begins, trailing off soon after. Blaire waits patiently, her fingers intertwined with his as she feels his gently inquisitive taps while he waits for the right words to pop up into his mind. “Felt the need to bring you here.”

“We’ve been here before,” Blaire mentions.

Connor rolls his eyes at her. “Only when we were kids, dumbass.”

“Who’re you calling a dumbass, Murphy?” She tries to give him a stern one up, but he bursts into laughter. Which she isn’t immune to, sadly. She finds herself cracking, until she’s dissolved into laughter. Connor pulls her closer to his side, she grins, resting her head on his shoulder. “Since when did you go so tender?”

“Since I’ve had a pretty girlfriend and boyfriend,” he replies. Smooth. If only Evan was here to freak out too.

“What a flirt.”

He laughs. She rolls her eyes at him. She doesn’t know where he’s leading her, but she trusts him, so she lets her feet carry her towards whatever direction Connor’s heart desires. The grass beneath their feet is getting crunchier, scarcer as it spreads itself over the ground. They’re walking down a path that’s been walked many times before. And she can count the footsteps, some engraved into the dirt. Some people have left their marks here, for an eternity. And so have they.

Blaire smiles as her eyes glaze over the tiny footfalls forever engraved into the once murky ground that spreads itself unevenly beneath her and Connor. They were from the first time she ever visited the orchard. The Murphy’s managed to convince her parents to let her accompany them, per a little Connor’s wishes. 

She’s ever thankful for the day. Especially with her fingers intertwined with Connor’s, his arm wrapped around her frame as he leads her to the trunk of a tree. An old Apple tree that’s been here since the dawn of time (as long as Blaire’s seen it). 

Connor stops in front of it, turning to look at Blaire. She smiles at him, bright, even with all the exhaustion lining her under eyes. “Remember this tree?”

“Of course I do,” she says. She knows it from the first time Connor brought her here. This was their first date, together. Here. This was where he brought them when he first got his driving licence. This was where they’d escape to when they left his parents and ran for it. 

“I knew you had a connection to it.” Connor shrugs as he drops down to the ground in front of the tree. He presses his back into the trunk and smiles at Blaire, holding his hand out for her. She takes it, but he pulls her to the ground. Surprised laughter spills from her lips.

“You make it sound like a person,” she says, hitting him lightly on the chest.

“It’s always been one to you, hasn’t it?” he asks, voice suddenly a lot quieter, tone more solemn. She looks at him. Their eyes meet, he’s already looking. He’s giving her the most genuine look he has the entire week, and the wind is pushing his hair in front of his face, it must tickle. The thought makes a bigger grin break onto Blaire’s face. She hesitantly reaches out, gently brushing away his wild locks of hair. He leans closer to her hand, and soon enough, their knees are pressed together and they’re grinning at each other like idiots. She nods, finally answering his questions. 

“You’ve been tired this entire week, and don’t think I wouldn’t notice, I’ve been there before.” He rolls his eyes, but he’s smiling, albeit a bit sadly. “I wanted to make you feel better, it’s almost the weekend. My parents probably think I’m out smoking, but I thought I could…” he trails off, at a bit of a loss for words, but Blaire waits patiently. “Dedicate it to you, to, you know—Making you feel better.”

Her heart swells with happiness. She’s smiling ear to ear at him. “You’re an idiot, positive. Literally, the biggest idiot.” She leans closer, their noses brushing. “Ever.” She presses her lips to his, holding them together in a tender kiss, letting the warmth of his breath encapsulate her. 

“I hate you too, Callahan.” Connor pulls her closer. “You can rest now, we have like the whole day, anyway.”

“I know, Connor,” she sighs against his shoulder, “thanks, really. Thank you.”

“Don’t think I don’t see you, I may be high half of the time, but I’ll always be able to tell when you’re tired. When Evan’s anxiety is peaking, I can tell,” Connor mutters against the top of her head, his thumb is rubbing shapes into the flesh of her arms, and she’s relaxing into his grip.

Into the breeze that’s transitioned to warmth. The leaves rustled above them, and some lay scattered over their laps. While Blaire’s trying to fight the exhaustion weighing her eyelids down, she can still notice the way Connor’s hand messes with the leaves on his lap. She can hear him humming under his breath, some song he was trying to write for… her. She ignores all the warmth that pools at the tip of her ears and nose. 

“Thank you for seeing me,” she whispers before falling into comfortable silence.

“Anyday.” He smiles, but she doesn’t notice. “I can’t really help it, Blaire.”

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