#I am very very slowly learning how to bake

[st-just]

Made the betty crocker chocolate chip cookies (mildly screwed it up somehow I think, given how much longer mine took to cook). I am pretty sure these things are literally half chocolate and sugar by mass.

[rachetmath]

Seduction Strategy

Yang: Jaune, I need your help.

Jaune: With what?

Yang: You see a friend of mines was having trouble pleasing his partner last time. She wasn't-

Jaune: He or she?

Yang: Pardon?

Jaune: Like is this person a he or she? Is their partner a girl or boy? I mean you and this person are two different people so-

Yang: Okay. I-I need help. I need another way to please Blake in bed. I've tried everything but nothing works.

Jaune: Why me though? I’m not in a relationship.

Yang: Come on, what about your sisters’ advice?

Jaune: Have they ever worked though?

Yang: Okay, yeah, j-just guess. I’ll take anything.

Jaune: I mean what are Blake's interest.

Yang: Well. She likes fish. And reading books. And that's it.

Jaune: Okay does she have a favorite book?

Yang: Well, she does, and it is called “Ninja of Love.”

Jaune: So read the book and find some way to focus that into sex.

Yang: Hm. Really?

Jaune: I mean, “Ninja of Love”, doesn’t that scream sex?

Yang: ….

Afterwards Yang read the book and put her plan into motion. Blake was heading to their room to figure out what Yang wanted after she texted her. She walked inside and;

Blake: Yang. What did you- *gasp*

Blake was in shock. She saw her girlfriend was wearing a very sexy ninja outfit. Her hair was in a ponytail. She was wearing black but the skirt was short. And her top was tight, revealing her breast. Yang smiles as she saw her girlfriend blushing at her and decided to make a move. She walked towards the bed, swaying her hips as she slowly laid down, giving Blake a lot of the details.

Yang: Hi Blake. Care to learn the ways of the ninja.

Blake: Yang. Why are you-?

Yang: Oh. Sorry. I should probably mention I read one of your favorite books and I was wondering… would you like to reenact a few scenes with me?

Blake gave Yang her answer as she strips down naked. Afterwards Yang and Blake were going at each other for weeks. Then when Ren asked on how she did it, she replied to ask Jaune. Ren was confused at first but she said “Trust him.” Ren then goes to Jaune for advice.

Ren: Jaune. Yang told me how you helped her. Can you help me with Nora?

Jaune: Ren. Come on, you know me, I am not qualified to help with your relationship problems.

Ren: I mean so far you have been able to help everybody with their issues by talking to them and listening. How is this different?

Jaune: Look man., figure that out yourself.

Ren: Jaune, please?

Jaune: Fine. Um. Just wear an apron that states "Baked With Love" and say "I have a new pancake recipe for you to try." I guess.

Ren: Hm. Alright I’ll try.*leaves*

Jaune: Don’t blame me if it doesn’t work.

Later that night.

Nora: Ren. What do ne-e-eed… Oh my

Nora was stunted for words. She was looking at Ren completely naked with just an apron as she stared at his butt. Ren turned around revealing “Baked With Love” imprinted on the apron and said the words exactly as Jaune told him.

Ren: Hi Nora. Sorry to have called you so late. But, I made a new pancake I need you to try.

Nora: R-really? So where are the pancakes?

Ren: Oh don’t worry. *pulls up his apron* I have a special one made just for you.

Nora saw what Ren was doing and she liked it. Afterwards Nora was blowing Ren like no tomorrow. Both Ren and Yang were enjoying the results of Jaune’s guesses. However one thing they never accounted for is Oscar listening in on them. Oscar wanted the same result so he can finally score with Ruby, so he asked Jaune for help. However;

Oscar: Jaune, help me score with Ruby.

Jaune: Nope.

Oscar: Please?

Jaune: No!

Oscar: Please.

Jaune: No!!

Oscar: PLEASE!!

Jaune: NO!!!!

Oscar: Why not?!?

Jaune: First, Yang will kill me! Second, you’re too young, so I don’t know why you’re thinking about this, after everything you’ve been through. Third, Yang will kill me!

Oscar: I'll tell Winter you almost got Weiss killed.

Jaune: You little bastard, you wouldn’t.

Oscar: I would. And she could kill you faster than Yang can.

Jaune: Damn, you right. Fine. Um… go to the store. Buy some whip cream and gum drops. Get naked. And make yourself look like a gingerbread man.

Oscar: What? Why?

Jaune: Ruby loves cookies. And you almost look like a cookie.

Oscar: Jaune that isn’t going to w- oh yes!

Oscar was feeling the up most pleasure as Ruby was bouncing up and down from his pine tree in her team bedroom.

Ruby: Yes. Harder. Harder!! Make me your wife, Gingerbread Man!

Oscar: Yes ma’am.

Afterwards, Jaune, finally thinking he’s done, was relaxing. That was until Cinder Fall appeared out of nowhere. She was very angry too.

Cinder: Seriously?

Jaune: What?

Cinder: I mean, come on, you can help everyone get laid but not yourself. Pathetic.

Jaune: Okay. What’s your point? Why is this your business? Also how did you get in this house?

Cinder: Okay?! Look Arc, I'll show you pity for today. If you can get me to sleep then you get me as your reward. No attempts on your life at all.

Jaune: What if I say no?

Cinder: Why would you?

Jaune: I mean Pyrrha was better looking than you. So is Winter. And Penny.

Cinder: I am very capable.

Jaune: Really?

Cinder: Must I-

Cinder stops and thinks for a minute. Jaune knows she loves to prove how better she is than everyone else around her. She thought for a moment and realized Jaune was toying with her emotions and pride. She smiled, giving him some credit but a failed attempt was still a failed attempt.

Cinder: Ah. You almost had me. Try again.

Jaune: Okay. Hand please.

Cinder: Why?

Jaune: Give me your hand and find out.

Cinder grabs his hand. Jaune uses his semblance to amplify her powers. Cinder felt a surge of power flow in her body as her maiden power suddenly activated. She then stares at Jaune, with smug look on his face.

Cinder: Wha- what did you-?

Jaune: Liked that huh?

Cinder: Um… no.

Jaune pulls Cinder close where her back is towards his chest.

Jaune: You know Cinder, instead of having to track down maidens to gain power. How about I let you take a bit of mines?

Cinder: Um… well you see- Ah~.

Cinder can feel Jaune’s sword rubbing on her butt as she blushes. Jaune continues to smile as he sees her so flustered. To Jaune, Cinder look so cute. However, he wonders why she so was easily tempted. He thought about it and came to the conclusion that;

Jaune: Oh. Cinder Fall, is this your-

Cinder: S-shut up!

Jaune laugh sand gently places his hand on Cinder’s face, turning her towards his own. Cinder was amazed by the glow of his eyes. She was enjoying this. She could feel his power coursing to her veins. She want more so bad she was close to kissing him however-

Cinder: No. You fool. We can’t. We’re enemies.

Jaune: So what? I mean we don’t have to love each other to make a fire. So, are you going to make the first move and express your dominance? Or am I going to show you how strong I really am?

Cinder giggles and turns towards him with her chest to his.

Cinder: Is that a challenge?

Jaune: If that’s how you want it to be.

Cinder: Then don’t hold back.

Jaune: Same.

Jaune and Cinder, without hesitation, kissed and spent a whole night in a ‘hatred’. Cinder was screaming in pleasure as Jaune brutally ‘stabs’ her.

Cinder: I am so glad I killed Pyrrha! ~

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Fic Rec Friday #3!

If y'all want more fic rec fridays, check out @mediumgayitalian

Below are 5 fics I've enjoyed this past week/recently.

shake the glitter off your clothes now by @rosyredlipstick

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23373892

Summary:

Nico has just woken up hungover in a strange Vegas hotel room missing 3 things: - His phone and wallet, apparently. - His dignity, lost somewhere on the strip. - Any clear memory of the night before explaining the aforementioned situation. However, he has gained a few things—mainly, the ring on his finger and the man in this bathtub. - "Fucking Vegas," Nico said, rubbing at his face.

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No, I will not stop rec'ing Rosy's fics, what can I say. Also I just copy and paste this post every week and it satisfies my autistic brain to keep authors in the same place. Anyways! This is a short one-shot where Solangelo end up married in Vegas, it's incredible cute and I eat this trope up every time.

third drawer down by summerset

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43030752

Summary:

After the battle, Nico needs a tether to the earth so he doesn’t fade to nothingness. Will volunteers.

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Loved this take on the "3 days in the infirmary" trope !! This is a little one-shot where Will glows and "tethers" Nico to the physical world and they have to cuddle and it's just adorable.

can't you see, i'm losing my mind this time? by rabbit_soup

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38765766

Summary:

“You’ve got micro-pieces of glass in your skin, and I can’t in my right mind let that stuff just fester in there.”

“Glass…? Where—?” He racked his brain, slowly glancing up at Will. He didn’t remember breaking any glass on the quest.

“Strangest thing,” Will said, pulling an orange container out of the box. On its side, it read Arm and Hammer, Baking Soda in thick white lettering. “Both Annabeth and Percy swung by a few minutes ago, talking about the exact same thing—glass in their hands! The both of ‘em! Isn’t that interesting?”

The glass beaches in Tartarus...Nico thought.

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Me, rec'ing two "3 days in the infirmary" fics in one post? It's more likely than you think.

I've read this fic multiple times, and I love it more every time I read it. Nico is disabled and uses a cane, and Will has hearing aids. How the two of them dance around each other is lovely to read, and I'm a sucker for a good "will calms Nico down from a panic attack" fic and boy does this deliver. Also once again Nico and Will are autistic in this which makes me very happy !! Also it's a series and I love the hurt/comfort in the following one-shots after this fic.

The Legacy of Jason Grace by HPbooks4life

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47979301

Summary:

Nico felt it when Jason died.

The problem is, he can't STOP feeling it.

But maybe, with a little help from his friends, he can learn to feel it less.

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Short one-shot character study on how Nico reacted to Jason's death and his journey with dealing with that grief. As someone struggling with grief myself I really resonated with this portrayal. This is definitely more of a Nico character study than a solangelo fic though fyi.

cradle my heart in the palm of your hand by ghosttotheparty

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45734695

Summary:

“I can keep you warm,” he whispers. “If you want.”

Nico’s lips curve into a small smile.

“Yes, please.”

or; Nico wants to be touched, is scared of it. But he’s not scared of Will.

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Once again, I am in love with how ghosttotheparty writes intimacy, and I have re-read this one-shot multiple times. It just fills my heart with warmth when I read it tbh.

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Okay that's all! I'll probably keep doing this until I run out of fics to recommend. Have a good friday lovelies!

[vidavalor]

How do you think the Ineffable Husbands reacted to the 1914 Christmas Armistice?

Also, it is autumn now and very cloudy and soggy, so here is a seasonally-appropriate recipe: https://www.hairybikers.com/recipes/view/caramelised-apple-cheesecake

Aw, a recipe! You're lovely. 😊 That looks amazing!

I envy you being in one firm season over there. September is a transition month here in New England. Half-summer, half-fall. It's very strange, though, not terrible. One day is lemonade and watermelon and the next is where's my blanket? and I need an apple something and looking up what day Bake Off starts to air over here. Another week, though, and it'll be pretty much fall from here on out. Definitely going to make that cheesecake. 😊

I think they probably reacted to the Christmas Armistice the same way many of us do when we learn about it-- that it's both beautiful and morbidly depressing at once. It showed people coming together to express a sense of shared humanity but then they went back to killing one another afterwards. It wasn't a new story for Crowley and Aziraphale because they had seen that in people all throughout history but I'm sure they found the same mix of hopefulness and sadness in it that a lot of people do.

The one who understands what it takes to bring about peace now best in the series is actually Gabriel, imho. It's because he understood the deeper meaning of Sandalphon's words that Sandalphon didn't actually understand himself: "you can't have a war without war."

Some short thoughts on ties between war, frozen peas, and one of my favorite of Agnes Nutter's prophecies beneath the cut.

When Sandalphon said: "you can't have a war without war", what he meant was: "Look how clever I think I am to use this word twice in two ways in one sentence! You can't have a war without War: The Character! Mirelle Enos is playing a character that shares a name with large-scale killing and destruction and I pointed it out! I'm so smart!"

Gabriel, though, heard the potential of bigger ideas: "You can't have a war (a large-scale military conflict) without war (people willing to fight in a war and, also, a person's inner struggle leading them to be willing to fight in war)."

Meaning: A war can only happen if people are willing to fight the war.

Meaning: No soldiers, no war.

Gabriel knew Aziraphale heard it like that, too, and was like lol Aziraphale, this guy thinks he's a poet omg let me flatter him enough that he won't notice that I just tried to help you sell more erotica and didn't murder you for having a lover and then we'll get out of here...

Gabriel saying that he "might use that one day" about what Sandalphon says is a line that-- delightfully-- ages quite differently the more we get to know Gabriel.

We know he said it in that moment to make it sound like he was telling Sandalphon that what Sandalphon had said was just so profound that Gabriel was tempted to use it himself... but we also know that Gabriel is neither as dumb nor as vapid as he strategically lets people think he is and that he understood the deeper way of looking at what Sandalphon said more than Sandalphon did.

Looking back on it, it's Gabriel actually joking about mutinying in front of Heaven's most fervent Metatron-worshipping fascist in a way that is very much going over Sandalphon's head. Gabriel is all can't have a war without war-- yeah, true dat, Stasi a Fond. I'm slowly losing it over here and my favorite fantasy is just peacing out entirely of this whole 'Commander of The Heavenly Host' shit and wouldn't that really completely eff up The Ineffable Plan? Oh, my secret daydream... if only I could...

Then, what happens, though, by the end of S1?

Gabriel sees a kid do just that.

The eleven year old spawn of Satan is all yeah, no, you can't have a war without war. I don't want to start a war. I like the world. I've got enough on my plate dealing with my own life-- I don't want to rule over everyone. I want everyone to feel at peace and be happy and take care of each other.

Gabriel was freaked out because of the consequences of this and the fact that he, at the the time, thought The Metatron might kill him for failing to start Armageddon but, after the day was over and Gabriel had a moment to breathe and think about it, you can't tell me he didn't hear Adam saying that it was too much pressure to be in charge of every other living being in existence and he just wanted to chill with the people he liked and live his own life in peace and let everyone else do that, too and think to himself:

Yeah, kid. Me too.

The dude who is told he's responsible for everyone in Heaven and who sees angels falling as partly his fault and whom the humans deify and to whom they make statues was like fucking hell, the little antichrist brat was right.

He realized that it's not about Armageddon, it's about living and building a life until you have all the world you need. It's about what Crowley and Aziraphale have been trying to do and about what he and Beez were as well. Gabriel's proposal to Beez is a simple one:

What if, instead of Armageddon, there was no Armageddon?

What if, instead of war, there's no war?

So, he ended up fulfilling his own prophecy a bit when the one day came when he used what Sandalphon said-- just not in the way that Sandalphon meant it but in the way that Gabriel himself and Aziraphale heard it: you can't have a war without war... no war exists if enough people refuse to fight it.

That's the way to stop Armageddon.

Gabriel came to realize that the best thing he could do as a leader in Heaven and commander of its armed forces was to refuse to fight, come what may. He quits the army and defects to the embassy of the only independent country that exists in the supernatural world: the United States of Crowley and Aziraphale.

As Agnes said:

...the calm cometh when Redde and Whyte and Black and Pale approache to Peas is Our Professioune.

In this case: Redde/Red (Crowley), Whyte/White (Aziraphale), Black (Beez), Pale (Gabriel). To profess: to state. Peas = the talking of frozen peas because homophone: peace.

The calm cometh when Crowley, Aziraphale, Beez and Gabriel talk and each get closer to their own peace and to peace with one another and help each other to spread that mentality throughout all those willing in Heaven and Hell and Earth.

That's what you feed the other ducks-- your frozen peas. Your own stuff that is disturbing your own inner peace and creating inner wars and small-scale conflicts that, if left unchecked, can build into larger-scale ones.

If you break that shit down and talk about it, there needn't be any war.

Sometimes, it means shedding some armor, keeping an open mind, and admitting that you were wrong-- all things that can be difficult...

...especially for those are secretly tender-hearted but put up that armor to survive in worlds steeped in toxic masculinity...

...and, sometimes, it's maddening because people are scared and get set in their ways and do dumb shit and you have to upend power structures and reinforce more positive behaviors to get them to shut up long enough to start listening to one another...

...but the more who learn to unlearn the harmful stuff at the core of their own struggles and who open their minds up to listening to others, the more we're professing our peas to our fellow ducks and getting closer to peace within ourselves and within the world as a whole and that's what it's all about. It might always be approaching Peas is Our Professioune rather than a perfectly peaceful world but the point is the effort of the approach and to just keep making steady progress as much as we can while we're walking the Earth. After all...

[spacebarbarianweird]

headcanons or a one-shot of astarion x gn!tav baking cookies and/or doing other wintery things? thank you for the bonus prompt! i love domestic wintertime vibes ��❄️

Hi! I fucked up with your last prompt, so here is your bonus one! And Merry Christmas!

Prompt ✶New Beginnings✶ for BG3 Winter Holiday Challenge

The pieces of the book Tav is reading are taken from Forgotten Realms Wiki.

Got inspired by this amazing piece of art by @demiesop

The Sea of Moving Ice

Synopsis: Astarion returns too early with a confession.

Tags: fluff, comfort

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Nestled by the fireplace, you find solace amidst the raging blizzard outside. The crackling flames cast a comforting glow, kissing your face and enveloping your arms in their gentle warmth. You slowly turn pages.

The Sea of Moving Ice is located west of Icewind Dale and northwest of the Cold Run. Almost completely uncharted, the ice masses set wide enough apart for a ship to pass.

You shiver. Well, as it wasn't cold enough. Now you can't stop thinking about the freezing hell stretching far to the north.

The domain of ice dragon and unimaginable horrors!

You wrap yourself in a fur blanket. You never had a chance to learn how to read and Astarion always teased you about that. Whenever you wanted him to read for you, he would try to sit you down and teach but you knew the dance. You would make puppy eyes and praise Astarion's voice and the vampire would give up and read any book you want.

But the end of autumn met you far in the north, in the town of Firesheer. You got sick and, by the time you fully recovered, it was already too cold and dangerous to keep travelling.

So you decided to wait until the beginning of spring. In the meantime, Astarion finally made you learn to read.

Along with seals, walruses and polar bears, the Sea of Moving Ice is also home to other dangers. Lairs of ice trolls can be found in errant shipwrecks, and white dragons often make home within larger icebergs.

White dragons! For some reason, the idea of seeing those creatures fascinates you. You turn pages further trying to find a chapter about them.

Adult white dragons have several abilities well suited to their arctic habitat: they can climb ice cliffs with ease, fly very high and fast, and are exceptional swimmers.

The door to the room opens and you see Astarion.

"I thought you wanted to walk around till sunrise?" you ask. 

He doesn't say anything and sits behind you wrapping his hands around your chest and pressing his face against the crook of your neck. 

"Astarion, is everything all right?"

He doesn't move as if frozen. You suppress a desire to stand up to hug him, to make him tell you everything. Maybe, a year ago you would have done it, but now you know better. Sometimes it's best not to pay attention.

You caress his knuckles. 

"I've read a few chapters already. Well, of course, you would have finished the whole book, but I am trying my best."

Another page. The picture of a fortress captures your attention. It looks like a giant skull adorned with a crown.

Grimskalle.

No matter how much Far North scares you, your innate desire for adventure craves to see all these places.

Astarion is silent and motionless. He wraps you tightly not allowing you to move. Maybe something triggered him? Reminded him of his recent past? Or is he just overwhelmed? He almost never spends nights inside, even if there is a snowstorm like that.

"Thank you for having patience with me", you say. "You were right. Being able to read feels so nice."

Silence. You listen up. Astarion has a very unsettling skill of being able to cry without making almost any sound.

"I love you."

The words return you to reality. Astarion holds you tightly and presses his lips against the nape of your neck. You feel as if you were submerged in warm waters. 

"I love you too, Astarion" You smile.

Expressing his feelings doesn't come easy for him. While he's become adept at discussing negative emotions, fears, and traumas with you, simple confessions are still quite rare.

"No, you don't understand," he muffles. "I love you. If I were alive, my heart would skip a beat every time I see you. You are so warm and kind, I can't believe you are real. Your sole presence is enough to wash away the nightmares from my mind. I feel new with you. I feel innocent. I feel … redeemed."

You finally set yourself free and turn to him. Tears prickle in the corners of his eyes but he smiles with this sincere goofy smile you saw on the graveyard for the first time. 

The real him.

You cup his face and kiss his forehead. Then you proceed kissing his cheeks and lips, making sure no part of his face is left untouched. 

"So, you’ve returned earlier to tell me all that?"

"Yes. You always tell me good things. How much you love me; how much you care. You bath me with affection and I just wanted to reciprocate."

You shake your head. "My love, we agreed on that. You don't need to reciprocate. You don't owe me anything…"

He sighs. No his face looks serious. "Isn't love always about a fair exchange? One-sided affection sounds awful. I owe you and you owe me. That’s the deal, isn't it?"

You reluctantly agree. Yes, if Astarion never returned any love, you would probably have lost any interest in this relationship months ago.

But, gods, he loves you!

There is so much love and care in him! Somehow, Astarion managed to conceal them deep within his undead heart that he forgot about their existence.

But yet he found access to them as if finally obtaining the key from an intricate locked box.

Ability to love.

Ability to care.

Ability to laugh and enjoy life to its fullest. 

When you wake up, the first thing you see is his eyes. He watches you sleeping with such adoration it makes your heart skip a beat. He cares about you so much; you can fully give yourself to him and not worry about anything. 

Astarion, your beloved. 

"You know... I lied"

"About what?"

"That nothing bothered me when I came back"

"Oh? What happened?"

He turns away collecting his thoughts. "You know... I've never really thought about the nature of our relationships. The very idea someone could love me the way I am seemed ridiculous. When I confessed to you, I expected you to break up with me. I couldn't understand what you are to me. My love? My partner? My significant other? I didn’t know. To this day."

The conversation takes an unexpected turn and you wait. 

"I walked around the town and bumped into a woman - she was closing her jewerly store. She started bothering me with all these stupid questions. Where we are from, where we are heading. Who you are. Who I am. Who we are to each other. And, well… I ended up buying something."

"Buying? Not stealing?"

"We are going to spend here at least two months. Wouldn’t be smart to steal from locals. Close your eyes."

You oblige and in a second you feel something cold on your palm.

Two rings.

"W-what is this, Astarion?"

"She was trying to find out if you are single. Or if I am single. She probably couldn't decide which of us she liked more. I just… threw her money saying "We are going to marry so fuck off."

"Oh?"

"Listen... if you don’t like this idea... I..."

"I do."

You take his left hand and without hesitation put the ring on his finger. Then you kiss the knuckles and it seals the deal.

Astarion's hand is trembling as he puts on the second ring on you. "I want to see the world with you, Tav. I want to see all these weird and scary places. I want to be with you. I want to be with you in every possible form."

You lean for a kiss. "And we are going to see the Sea of Moving Ice !"

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[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Alfred teaching arrangedverse reader how to bake could be cute! You mentioned she likes sweets, and I feel like she’d jump at the chance to learn any basic life skill that would help her feel more dependent

(Plus her presenting Bruce with some cupcakes or sum would make his fragile heart split into even more pieces)

When the chatter in the kitchen died down, Alfred looked up from his tart with a frown, only to relax slightly when it was just you. Holding your tea things in one hand and some brushes that needed cleaned in the other.

"I don't want to be in the way I just wanted to-"

"Nonsense," Alfred said, shooing the staff out feeling like he was shooing chickens, "It would be much less crowded in here if they'd all stop dawdling."

"I didn't want to interrupt I just left these too long and they need scrubbing."

"Have at it," Alfred said gesturing to the sink. It was often you ventured to the kitchen in the middle of the day but- then you'd been keeping rather irregular hours recently. And it dawned on him that you'd probably been coming down while the rest of the house was asleep.

"Thank you."

From the corner of his eye, he watched you roll up the sleeves of your blouse, setting out to clean your brushes. "How is your new project going?"

"Slowly," you sigh, "But it goes."

"Inspiration is a fickle mistress," he said, reaching over to flick the electric kettle on, trying to gauge your mood. It was tricky. You were never terribly outwardly emotive- at least not genuinely.

You hum agreement and frown at your brushes for a moment.

"Those will need to soak, I think," Alfred said. "Not that I have much experience with anything past interior painting."

"Do we have an old bowl? One that it won't hurt to-"

"Luckily," Alfred said, "Stainless steel mixing bowls can take quite a bit of abuse. I doubt a little paint and soapy water will hurt them." And he turned to grab one for you, along with a tea towel to dry your hands.

"I wouldn't want to-"

"It'll be fine," he assured you, "And if it isn't. Well. Master Bruce wouldn't know the difference and we can make that one your designated brush bowl."

You smile a little and take the bowl he proffered, "I'll be out of your way in a minute."

"Stay as long as you like," he said unbothered. "If you're down here then I have fewer people underfoot."

"Am I really so awful?" you ask ruefully.

"No," he chuckled. "But everyone heard the earful Lizzie got- and then she got sacked. So no one is terribly eager to be in your bad books. Even if they're all very glad Lizzie is gone."

"I don't want anyone fired though-"

"I know that," he said reassuringly. "They all rather enjoy you. You're polite. And even tempered. Even if you are a little distant."

"Just as long as they don't have the same pet name for me as my parent's household has for my mother-"

"I assure you it's nothing so... vulgar."

"Well that's something."

"They're all going to get very fond of their Grey Lady, I think. It's just going to take time."

[sorryimananti-romantic]

Ok ok ok I don’t know if you’re much into Harry Potter but hear me out - I saw someone categorize the ateez boys into Hogwarts houses and they mentioned how Yunho would be in Hufflepuff and be quidditch captain. My lil brain is obsessed with this idea because I’m a hufflepuff too SO I had a vision haha

Like just imagine being a shy lil hufflepuff and having a slight (massive) crush on him and baking the quidditch team treats because he helped you find your cat or something idk but then he notices you in his classes and slowly gets to know you. He then invites you personally to the games and helps you study while also trying to learn how to bake and knowing all the secrets of the kitchen or something.

But just like I then saw this picture and it just made me think of him just staring at his girl from across the room as she’s all blushy and just aaaaaaaa I need fluffy hufflepuff captain in my life that’s all haha

pls me i am such a potterhead you have no idea 😭 yunho as hufflepuff makes sense but can i just say no matter what house he is in, he has to be the quidditch captain. there's no other position more perfect for him! and you're a hufflepuff too omg let me slyther in your heart ;) (yes that's me)

okay but that headcanon?? i hear you. there's no way you won't be shy around quidditch captain yunho who's always occupied with stuff, but still manages to make time for you if you ever stop him in the hallways or ask him to meet you somewhere so you can hand him the treats you baked for the whole team bc you're shy to give them to everyone (really, you baked only for him but you don't want to make that obvious). you may have first baked only for him bc he helped your pet but when you saw him sharing those treats with his team and when he caught you in the hallways one day and complimented your baking skills, you started making them weekly. somewhere between that, you get invited to watch the games and you become known as the quidditch team's personal bakers. the other houses would definitely be jealous that the hufflepuff players get to eat baked goods before every practice 😭

and then as yunho and you get comfortable with each other and he starts developing an interest in your baking process (and you), you use that chance to ask him if you can study together for the exams. will there be any studying? you don't care as long as you're with him and he's happy hehehehe

AND THIS PICTURE. this is him when he catches you staring at him hiding in the hallways and when you try to peek at him again, he's already looking at you like this I WILL SOB 😭😭😭 he's just so sunshine yellow warm golden retriever hufflepuff coded i crie-

i've always wanted to write a hogwarts au and you've just given me the perfect idea for it 😭 i will def make it a thing one day (if you're okay with me using this prompt/trope that you suggested) and if i make it a thing, you're getting all the credits 😤

right now, though... i may have something very dark and twisted planned for yunho. that's my current wip, kind of slow but we're getting there hehe. so stay tuned for that? <3

[sugudoe]

may i have a matchmake perhaps :3

so i’m 5’2 not that that’s important but i think it’s silly. i’m pretty high energy and get excited pretty easily. i love love love naps, like im taking at LEAST one a day. i make jewelry and draw in my free time, kinda hard headed icl, but i try to see ppls povs no matter the situation. ummm i went to cosmetology school for hair :3 IDK WHAT ELSE TO SAY HSSHFKGLP

hi, angel! you seem adorable, i hope you like this, but if there is anything (even the pair) you want to change, please send an ask again, I won’t mind!

✶ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: yuuji and geto.

ps: this are different relationships, not a throuple.

For starters, Itadori Yuuji would be a good match to your whole self, I fully believe (let’s discard his taste for tall women, tho.) he would be mesmerized and able to match your freak energy spikes.

Like let’s say you decide to wake up at three am to bake some pancakes, wether your know or not how to, you feel the strong need and capability to do so. Yuuji wakes up the moment he feel your warm missing from the bed, he groggily goes behind, not noticing the scent of cinnamon and fried or burned pancakes, and he just sits down on the dining table and keeps you company with random talk, slowly his sleep goes away and he follows your lead — you soon learn he can be a terrible baker. But, oh well, now you have dozens of pancakes and a huge hungry boyfriend to help eating them, burned or not.

You love your naps, Yuuji loves movies. Any other person would be annoyed that you use every spare moment to sleep, but the boy loves that he can see anything with his little angel company using him as a pillow — is his badge of honor. In daily situations, any spare moment you have you go to sleep, even if Yuuji is over, your boyfriend keeps doing his own things, at first…Because, once, he admired how cute and comfortable you were sleeping with dozens of pillows and a fluffy blanket, the sky was pouring and suddenly, Yuuji yawned. He scooped you over in his arms and started to cuddle you only to fall asleep later. So now, if he feels like it or he catches you drooling during a movie, chances are he is going to rest his head on yours and sleep as well.

Itadori would never impose his hobbies and mannerisms on you, but he is a chameleon boyfriend, your hobbies are also his hobbies. So when he noticed your very unique jewelry, and you mentioning that you are the one that does them, he was wonderstruck by your talent and begged for you to make him some or teach him! Whatever you gift for Itadori, which consists mostly of bracelets and a special necklace, he wears happily. Waving them in front of anyone, just for them to ask about it and he proudly says his partner made.

Some date nights consist of you two just hanging out in your bedroom, making matching jewelry.

When you first told Yuuji that you went to cosmetology school, his first reaction was to say “That’s awesome! Like Frenchie, from Grease, right?”, his second reaction was to ask to become your lab rat. This man trusts you with anything, that’s a fact, and it does not hurt him that his partner can take care of him so well.

So yeah, I’m sorry sweetie, but this boy is begging for skin care treatment every saturday, colorful masks on your faces while you both watch movies and sip beverages from cute straws with matching pajamas.

Although, I think his favorite thing is the hair care part — Yuuji is very know for his pink hair, you love it lots and lots, and so does he, but my god isn’t change the most amazing thing ever? At first, you refused to do anything to his hair, until he begged you for a buzz cut and weeks later to dye the black parts pink and more two weeks, draw some strawberries on the top. Since then, sometimes, when you two are bored and his hair has been growing for some time, Yuuji and you come up with a new art for him, always at the palete of pink — but Yuuji secretly hopes one day you’ll let him dye it white or blue.

In summary, your relationship can be categorized as: your loving boyfriend who adorably thinks you are the most talented person in this world. For Yuuji, there is no one like you, and he is tremendously proud to call you his.

────〃✿ FUN FACTS.

◛ ₊· Sukuna is not mentioned because Yuuji does not let him come out when you are near, he gets more willpower if you are in proximity, but if he has to swallow any finger, he does not do with you on the school grounds.

◛ ₊· When Yuuji first met you, he revalued his whole tall girl taste, is not that he started to like short people, he just liked you.

◛ ₊· Yuuji is a nickname person, yours are princess/prince, angel and when he wants to do his hair, frenchie. But he doesn’t mind any nickname for him, call him baby or Yuujiiii, he melts right away.

◛ ₊· Yuuji special necklace made by you is a locket that contains a photo of the two of you on your first date as an official couple. He plans on showing and giving to your kids one day.

──── ✿ ──── ✿ ──── ✿ ────

Your second match is Geto Suguru, also know as energetic people trainer — you and Gojo his most prominent works.

With you, though, he obviously has a soft spot. Basically, is a little secret of his, but if Geto gets a chance to make you become bouncy and happy and talk his ear off about anything, he will do. Suguru wants to be your go to person to be yourself with those spikes of energy, cute right?

So let’s say you have been into a new book, you’re only reading the first one of the incomplete series and you are hooked already. Every chance you have, there you are, talking about it with Geto even if he has no idea what’s going on, he listens because it’s you — Suguru loves your voice. You explain the plot and the theories you have read on tumblr, you even give him spoilers (he doesn’t mind).

“So,” Geto asks when you stop rambling. “when are you reading the next one?”

You answer right away that the second book is taking a long time to be released, you reached the author via email at two in the morning once, asking about it, and he was rude.

Your boyfriend did not liked that, so he did his boyfriends duties — a week later, the trembling author appears on their social media giving the date of the book release, but you don’t have to worry about that, your boyfriend already got you one, with a beautiful designed cover for you and his dedication of love on the first page.

As a way to forever thank him, you spoil your boyfriend with a large amount of earrings and one ring. If Geto could, he would wear all of them at once but since he has only two piercings, he asks you to pierce some more. Whenever he has his hair up, his ears are shinning with intricate jewelry. In his hand, though, is the most detailed ring matching one of your own. He loves it, is a secret plan he has with himself to one day change it for a engagement one, but he would still wear this made by you everyday.

When you first met Geto, his hair was down and dried, like he washed it with dish soap. When the two of you started going out, not yet a couple, you grabbed his hand and brought him to your bathroom, using your expensive’s hair care product, bringing shine and silk texture to his long locks.

It was a pretty good looking mistake, honey. The man learned that day how much he loves his hair, and since he is not bothered enough to go buy his own shampoo and conditioner, yours is going to end a lot quicker. You get upset, and mad, and he laughs sweetly before presenting you with a large basket with many other products, some even better than the ones you have.

It’s not for only you, unfortunately, Geto loves the feeling of your hands on his scalp.

Geto also loves your hands on his when you randomly get energy to paint his nails. You don’t notice how automatic it is for you to caress his knuckles and hold him so dearly, it makes him feel so loved, this little care you have for him. He is adamant that his nails is always black, but if you pout long enough, and it’s the weekend, you can choose any color you want. By sunday he will be removing and asking for his black back.

Suguru and yours relationship is the one where he does anything for you, he enable your tastes, folds backwards if you ask. This man has no one else he loves more dearly. Sure, he can be a lot from time to time, but you wouldn’t have any other way, and neither does he.

────〃✿ FUN FACTS.

◛ ₊· When Geto asked you out, you told him you thought he was already in a relationship. He assumed you meant with Shoko, and while he was explaining it to you, you told him you thought it was with Gojo — he was disgusted.

◛ ₊· Gojo and you are good friends, he also shares your energetic nature, and that’s a nightmare for your boyfriend. He can handle you, he loves you! But Gojo and you together deciding to do a run for every store in tokyo to shopping from 8am till 8pm? Nah, he can’t handle it.

◛ ₊· It is a pretty common sight to have Geto grabbing your jacket or shirt to move you away from Gojo when it becomes too much.

◛ ₊· Once, he forgot to remove his pink nail polish with intricate girly drawings you made — principal Yaga was the one to notice.

◛ ₊· You are the only person allowed to touch his hair. Once you were obsessed with Hunger Games, and both of you watched all the movies with matching braids.

◛ ₊· As any other guy that loves to annoy their partners, Suguru uses your head as an arm rest, he loves it. If Gojo does the same, he beats his friend.

[sighs-deeply-and-dreadfully]

me again. sneaking. creeping. crawling. sun time. (this is totallyyyy not sammyyyy)

Wally Darling x Shy!Reader? :grins: Romantical, again, because they're wee little simps, and i am merely the vessel of their queerness.

Either properly gay together, or crushes like the last one- idm either >:) They should bake together, tho <33 Maybe Wally walked in on Y/N making treats for him and decided to help :melty:,,

God, you’re gay!!! Gay gay gay!!!! I cannot BELIEVE I have such a homosexual on my blog (hi again Sammy!! Gives you a big fat kiss! /p) !!!!! /j

Surprise Visit with a side of, ah, Flour.

Wally Darling x GN!Shy!Reader

Drabble format, established romantic relationship!

Flour.

Flour was everywhere.

Heaving a weary sigh, you’d idly pat your hands off on your pants— a half-baked (haha!) thought as the powder smeared onto those, too. But your hands were clean, that’s all you cared about as you overlooked the mess with a sigh.

Youuu.. had been trying to bake some goodies, as a gift for a certain someone! But goodness, you did not expect the flour bag to be as heavy as it was. Or for the bag itself to be so slippery and.. ohhh dear.. Pursing you lips as you looked over the mess, you’d soon give a sneeze— before wiping your nose. Dreadful, dreadful flour.. With a sigh, you’d turn to go and grab your broom— before nearly jumping out of your skin.

Wally. Your beloved partner. Standing there. Silent. How long had he been there?? What??? How did he get in? Why does he keep doing this???

Upon your startled squeak, his expression would soften into slight concern— before he gave his soft, recognizable laugh.

“Are.. you okay, over there, sweet..heart? You look a bit.. uhm..” He’d click his tongue. “.. floured. Ha ha ha!”

Heaving a few breathes to calm yourself, you’d soon sputter out a laugh— brushing at the flour coating your face, and your chest, and your legs.. Your cheeks quickly warmed up, partially due to just.. embarrassment. How much of that had he seen?? Ohh, goodness.. Instead, though, at your lack of proper reply, he’d gently grab one of your flour covered hands between his own. He’d blow on it— both to.. get rid of some of the flour, and to make a small joke out of it, before planting a small kiss to your palm.

“Do.. you want.. help.. cleaning this.. up?”

You wanted to say no, but— aaagh,.. the mess was a bit overwhelming, but— ah!! Regardless, he seemed to catch on. Gently pulling you down by your shoulder, he’d pepper a small kiss to your flour-covered-cheek.. before giving a small sneeze. It made you give a soft laugh, and his eyes seemed to grow a bit larger. Even though your cheeks burned in embarrassment, he just couldn’t help but find it cute.

“Go.. change clothes.. I can.. start down here..”

You’d simply just nod, scampering off to go do as such. And, once you had, you’d return—.. only to learn Wally wasn’t very good with flour, either. You walked in to him on his knees, gently brushing puffs of it into a dustpan— which.. wasn’t very effective, as it only fluffed up into the air. But he looked so focused, eyes squinted a bit as he kept trying. You couldn’t help the small laugh that slipped out of you, causing him to slowly look up and tilt his head.

“.. What’s funny?”

“You are!” You spoke softly, laughing even softer as a hand lifted to cover your mouth. “That.. that isn’t- how you clean flour.. at least not that much..”

“Oh!”

With that, he’d fall silent, seeming to look down at the flour.. intently. In the next moment, just as you blinked, you saw a whole tuft of the flour disappear— followed by.. a scrunched up expression on Wally’s face.

Did he..?-

“Don’t— don’t eat it??” You laughed again, softly, soon beginning to shuffle up beside him. He just smiled at you, despite still having that scrunched up expression— the expression of a man with a mouthful (or.. eyeful..?) of flour. “Here, just..”

From there, you gently took the dustpan and took care of cleaning up the rest— not trying to chip away at it like a flour avalanche, unlike someone. Wally, meanwhile, simply was crouched beside you, watching your movements with cat-like eyes. To him, you were just nice to watch. He liked how your hands moved— and he also really liked your hands, too.. Maybe that was just the artist in him— you had lovely hands, hands he’d love to draw! And hold!.. But, to be fair, he did also just like you. His gaze gradually shifted from your hands to just.. your face, just admiring you. You felt like you shrank under his gaze— cheeks growing hot, again. It wasn’t uncommon for him to stare, but by goodness— did you suddenly feel on display whenever you did. Not that you minded, especially from him..

Soon, with all the flour cleaned, you’d put away the cleaning supplies as Wally, instead, shuffled up to your counter. He had to cling to the edge of it to look at it, but that’s fine.

“What.. were you.. making?”

He stared at the scattered ingredients, trying to crank his brain together. Chocolate chips, flour,.. he thought he had seen Poppy use those before.. but what for?.. Ahh, baking was not his strong suite..

“Oh— uhm, cookies!” As you spoke, you’d huff a nervous laugh, soon slipping up beside him by the counter.

“Can I help?”

“.. Depends..—“ Rolling your eyes playfully, your hands would slip away from one another— having been fidgeting— to instead be placed on Wally’s shoulders. Your touch was light, hesitant, but he idly curled into it. “—Are- are you- going to keep eating the chocolate chips? Because that isn’t help..”

Watching as his eyes widened, he’d slowly crane his head up to look at you— eyes blown wide.

.. he was puppy dog eyeing you.

“Perhaps..”

You gave a soft laugh at his response, and he smiled. He liked making you laugh. It was a very pleasant sound, one he’d gladly ramble about to anyone who’d listen.

“Okay, well, don’t— please..” Humming softly, not angry, you’d sloooowly push the bowl of chocolate chips out of his sight. Not before he blinked and ate one last extra one. For this, you shot him a playful glare.

"What? I did.. nothing.." "Mm, sure.."

Smiling, you soon began to grab the flour again— far more wary this time. Wally simply kept you company, smiling to himself as he.. watched (you).

What a pleasant visit. ♡

SLAMS DOWN THIS PILE OF DOMESTIC BLISS. EAT UP.

I found it a bit hard to fully incorporate the reader being shy beyond just mannerisms with a pre-established relationship, apologies!! I hope it was satisfactory either way, though :]

God I love fluff ggnrrrnrenregg……….

[moonlightndaydreams]

Let's imagine inexperienced, so sweet and so innocent Han Jisung. Let's also imagine that he's actually got everyone fooled... and you're the biggest clown of them all... but that's only because he's ruined you (and your make up). 🤡

What a delightful ask, @thatonenoona 🤭

First of all, I wanted to share with you where my idea for answering this ask came from: Jisung learning to bake!!! After watching this Racha Log I couldn’t get this Han out of my head. I loved how innocent and inexperienced he looked. Perfect setting for our ask.

I hope you enjoy this little scenario (which is below this video I put together)… I am sorry it isn’t going to be a long one, or a fic, but hopefully it still gets you all tingly.

NSFW // MDNI // HAN JISUNG X OLDER READER (age not specified so imagine what you want) // unprotected piv // oral both rec. // slightly dom Jisung // cum swallowing

Imagine this: You own a cupcake business where you hold workshops for groups to come and bake. Typically, you would have say 5-10 people attend, but on this day you only had one booking. Someone named Jisung. Your usual protocol was to call the person and check if they still wanted to do the class (sometimes people would prefer not to have a one on one), but Jisung sounded extra excited when you told him it would just be the two of you. “That works out well, because I’m such a newbie at baking that I’ll be stealing all your attention.” He had said over the phone.

When the time came, you had all the supplies and ingredients set out on the table, the oven pre-heated, and a chill playlist playing in the background.

Then Jisung arrived, and you immediately felt flustered. This young man was fucking attractive, and you felt yourself blush. He seemed younger than you, so you told yourself you needed to act your age and not a silly teenager.

Jisung was right. He was a complete newbie. He needed his hand held the entire time, taking him through each of the steps. But it was okay because he was such and enthusiastic and keen learner. Even if he was clumsy.

You talked him through all the ingredients you had lying out, and what order you were going to use them in.

“Told you I was inexperienced.” He laughed nervously, as he tipped the flour into the sifter.

“This is to ensure the cakes are light and fluffy.” You explain. “Just be—” and Jisung tapped the side of the sifter with too much force and flour poofed up absolutely everywhere.

Jisung’s eyes widened in disbelief as he slowly turned to look at you. You couldn’t help but laugh to see flour all over his mouth and chin.

“I’m so sorry!” He said flustered. But you just laughed and fetched a damp cloth.

“Here!” You said stepping closer to him to dab away the flour. You were close enough you could smell whatever soap he’d used, and you could feel his breath on your fingers as you cleaned his face.

He just stood still and watched you through his lowered eyelids, his lips slightly parted.

Fuck! He was looking at you in some sort of way. This inexperienced, innocent looking - boy, was suddenly making you feel lightheaded, and flustered.

“You really don’t know what you’re doing do you?” You chuckled low. You weren’t sure what you were even referring to here. Was it literally his baking skills, or were you meaning that he didn’t know what he was doing to your body? Or was it actually sarcasm, because the look he was giving you, and the shift in energy, was making you question his aloofness?

“Only when it comes to baking.” He replied low. You looked up to meet his eyes. He stepped even closer and whispered. “When it comes to other things…” he leaned his head in close so his lips were almost brushing yours. “I know exactly what I’m doing.”

In that moment you knew you were fucked (or about to be). You had a decision to make. Stop this right now. It wasn’t exactly appropriate. Or, see for yourself if he was as experienced as he said he was.

Your brain said this was a very bad idea. But your body. Oh how it wanted to feel this man against you, in you.

“Show me.” You found yourself saying.

And boy did he show you!

He started by backing you up against the table, and kissing you surprisingly tenderly. But it heated up quickly. His hands reached around to take off your apron, and you took of his. Somehow his shirt disappeared and your hands were roaming his toned body.

He pushed the ingredients to the side as he laid you back on the table and peeled off your jeans. Jisung hissed through his teeth at the sight of your thighs and your pale pink, cotton panties. “I see you are ready for me.” He remarked, rubbing a thumb over the wet patch of your underwear. “You’re fucking soaked, baby.” The language coming out of his mouth made your cunt clench. “I need to taste you.”

He hooked his arms under your legs and dragged you close to the tables edge. Then he pulled off your soaked underwear and nestled himself between your legs.

Nothing could have prepared you for the skill, the precision, and the enthusiasm from the man between your legs. His tongue slid along your lips with ease. His fingers spread you open so he could dig deeper. He sucked your clit in a way it had never been tended to before. And then his fingers found your other entrance, toying, teasing you, there.

Who was this man?

You were so close to coming. Jisung had you on the edge of your release for a while now. “You taste so good, baby. I could stay here forever. Pussy’s so…fuck… it’s so good….are you gonna let me fuck it in a minute?” He hummed.

“Ye-yes… need you to fuck it.” Your voice didn’t feel like yours. You were already so fucked out just from this man’s mouth, you weren’t sure you’d really survive him fucking you. Yet, you needed him to.

“After you come, okay. Come for me, yeah?” And he slipped two fingers inside of you, stretching you, and finding that spot. He found it so easily. “Come for me…I cant tell you’re close… let go. I’ve got you.”

You cried out his name as you came, clenching, pulsing around his fingers.

“That’s it baby. Fucking good girl.” He kept muttering how good you tasted, how wet you were, how tight you clenched, as he stood between your legs and undid his jeans.

You’d barely had a chance to calm down, when you felt the tip of his cock prod at your entrance. “Can I? Please… I need to… I have to be inside you.” You met his gaze and for a moment you saw that innocent young man in his expression.

You nodded. “Yes.” You whispered.

Then the innocent man was gone. Jisung pushed himself all the way in one go, making you gasp at the sudden stretch. He wasn’t small in size, not at all, and as he repeatedly thrust into you brutally you thought you were going to choke on his cock. He lost himself to the moment, fucking you hard and deep. He had to hold onto your thighs or hips just to keep you from sliding across the table.

And you were so fucking wet, your pussy squelching with every thrust. Skin slapping loudly on each impact.

The room was hot, and you were both sweating, Jisung’s hair was plastered to his forehead. He was noisy too. Lot’s of grunting, moaning. Words like “so tight, baby” kept falling from his lips.

At one point he decided to change positions, pulling you out and turning you over to bend over the table. This position allowed him to angle deeper, and to hit you harder with his hips.

You thought he was going to fuck you to death. You couldn’t find words, you couldn’t remember your name. So fucking cock drunk. And Jisung loved it. He was loving how you had fallen apart like this. He loved that he had you impaled on his cock. He loved the way your cunt clenched on him making it harder and harder to thrust.

“God, baby, you like that huh? Feels good doesn’t it?” He panted. He felt you come around his dick, the squeeze almost choking the life out of him. “I’m gonna cum…where—“

“In my mouth!” You somehow managed to say. You wanted to taste him so bad.

He quickly pulled out, and pulled you up so you kneel down in front of him. His cock was absolutely engorged. Angry tip barely holding back his ejaculation. You opened your mouth ready and let him fuck your face, leaving it up to him to set the pace and intensity he needed to climax. Your eyes watered as you felt your throat being violated. But you were loving it. You wanted this man to fucking ruin you.

“Fuck, baby…yeah..I’m…I’m gonna…” and you felt his hot cum hit the back of your throat. ‘That’s it baby….take it all…every last bit… fuck!!”

You did take every last drop. You swallowed everything he had to give you.

Jisung helped you stand up. You felt wobbly and held onto his arms. You looked up to see him smile sheepishly, and then laugh kindly.

“What?” You smiled.

“Well,” he reached for the damp cloth and started to wipe your cheeks. You mascara. It must be everywhere. “Now your face needs cleaning.”

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@thatonenoona @channieandhisgoonsquad @its-hannjisung @noellllslut @lyramundana @bethanysnow @queen-in-the-shadows @queenmea604 @antoniorhinothethird @thightswideforhanin @chansmanda @weareapackofstrays @ddyskz @kai-lee08

[tommyshelbyswh0re]

maybe i’m just not enough part 2- Tommy Shelby

warnings- abit of angst.

summary- it been a year since thomas broke your heart and he shows up at your door.

part 1

It had been a year since tommy left you and kicked you out. you had moved to manchester and you became a business woman. you were proud of yourself. if someone had told you 14 months ago that you would be a single, independent woman running your own successful business selling machine parts, you would have laughed in their face. up until a few years ago you knew next to nothing about machine parts but you suppose you had tommy to thank for learning. that was the only thing you would consider thanking him for.

moving to manchester was the best thing you could have done. you had made numerous friends, met multiple business partners and enjoyed your fair share of men. in fact, you had one of your men over who was just about to leave. key word is ‘was’ because just as he was putting his shirt on, someone knocked on your door.

“can you get that for me? i’m still very naked” you laughed.

“on it” he said whilst buttoning his shirt and walking downstairs.

he opened the door and you heard a very familiar voice coming from the other side. you felt like you couldn’t breathe.

“is there a y/n y/l/n living here?” none other than thomas fucking shelby asked.

“what the fuck? what the fuck?” you whispered trying to tie your silk robe. you looked in the mirror and realised that the post-sex look was very obvious.

oh fuck it. he’s the one who fucked someone whilst we were together, not me. i can sleep with who i want. you thought.

you slowly made your way downstairs until you made it to the front door.

“what the fuck are you doing here?” you bluntly asked him.

“y/n can we talk?” he asked.

“no”

“please. all you have to do is listen” he asked.

“im just gonna head out” your man of the hour said to you kissing you on the cheek and heading upstairs to get his things.

“please leave” you asked tommy calmly.

“can you just listen? it will take two minutes” he near enough begged. as he finished his sentence, your man ran down the stairs and squeezed past tommy to leave.

“what, grace fucked off and now you want to talk to me?” you scoffed.

“can you just let me in?”he deadplanned.

“no”

“okay well can you at least hear me out and then i’ll leave i promise”

“tommy i wouldn’t trust your promises even if we did get married” you laughed in his face.

“listen. i’m genuinely sorry for sleeping with another woman whilst you were at home planning our wedding. i thought i loved her. as soon as it became an official relationship with her i realised the version of her i wanted was a completely made up fucking person in my head. i missed you. waking up without you there, coming home to you singing in the kitchen whilst baking something which was going to end up burnt. not having you keeping me company by simply just sitting in my office so i wouldn’t go insane by reading words on a page for 10 hours straight. not having you moan at me for not eating, tortured me. not having you with me tortured me. if i could go back and burn that fucking letter, i would. I miss you.” he blurted.

“but you can’t go back. life doesn’t work like that. the letter was delivered days before you went to london which meant you had time to change your mind and you didn’t. you were certain you wanted to sleep with her. you fucking kicked me out tommy. i have my life back. i have friends, i have a business i’m happy thomas. do you want to fuck that up for me?” you asked him. you were stern. you were not going back to play housewife with a man you treated you like you were nothing. no fucking way.

“no ofcourse not. i just want you to come home. you have friends at home.” he sighed out.

“i am home. this is my home. i have made it my home” you desperately pleaded with him.

“this isn’t your home. this isn’t you. sleeping with men you don’t know” he looked at you in disgust.

“how fucking dare you? you don’t know anything about me now. your the one who slept with another woman whilst i was sat at home worrying about if you would like my fucking wedding dress. or if you would cry when i walked down the aisle. you don’t get to call me a whore. when i met you, i though i had found the person i was going to spend the rest of my life with. you chose grace. i’m all pieced back together now. you do not get to come to my home and ridicule me about how i chose to repair what you broke” you raised your voice. you chose to pull him into you home after that in fear that your neighbours would stare at you through their windows.

“y/n i didn’t mean it like that” he shook his head.

“yeah you seem to do a lot of things that you regret” you scoffed. you walked into your kitchen knowing that he would follow you. you poured rum into a glass and handed to him as he sat at the kitchen table.

“i don’t-“ he started.

“just drink the fucking rum thomas” you said sternly.

“where grace then? did you kick her out aswell?” you asked.

“she moved out months ago. and before you ask it was on her own accord. ‘said it was clear i was having second thoughts and that she was going back to america”

“well at least she was smart enough to get out” you smiled fakely and to which he sighed.

“look i know you hate me but is there anyway we can fix this?” he said very candidly.

“no. no theres not” your eyes welled up.

“can you just think about it?” he asked

“think about what? what do you want from me thomas?” you deflated.

“coming back to birmingham” he asked you.

“i’d say yes but we both know i wouldn’t. and i’m not about be a liar as well as a whore like you” you laughed.

he started laughing with you which surprised you.

“this is fucked. can we atleast be friends?” he asked.

“we can be business partners” you proposed.

“i’ll take what i can get” he shook your hand.

[kookieswan]

Ooo I don’t really have a specific request for headcanons/drabbles but maybe something fluffy involving NoW Yoongi? Like I wonder how he’s been doing. Has he been learning more about dating after the whole Jimin and Tae situation?

……. I have the perfect idea.

BAKING WITH NOW!YOONGI 🌸♥️

Chaos. Pure chaos but the fun kind.

You mention that you haven’t had cookies in a super long time and would love to make some from scratch since you always just buy the dough (and end up eating it).

“Cookies…? What is a cookie?”

Cue have to explain what a cookie is and what “from scratch” means. You essentially tell Yoon that baked goods are easier to make a specific way if you do them yourself. (Fluffy vs. Flat cookies is an example you use.)

He’d be very attentive, tentacles slowly slithering around you as he listens closely and looks at the pictures you pull up.

“It looks odd, almost like a rock. You are sure it is edible?”

Best believe you’ll be going to the store in the same day for all the ingredients because the wonder in his eyes was too much to handle. You need to make those cookies NOW.

“I have been waiting patiently. Is it cookie time now?”

It’s cookie time.

He’ll rummage through all the bags as you preheat the oven, being especially curious about the flour (it’s puffing out of the bag a little).

He’ll insist that he’ll be nothing but helpful as you get all the utensils ready.

He’s wrong, but it’s the thought that counts and you appreciate his help either way.

Tentacles would be everywhere; one trying to get something out of the fridge, two attempting measure out the flour, etc. it’s terrifying, hilarious, and endearing all at the same time.

“I have no need for human work, but I would be a very good chef. Your human knows nothing.” (Still a sore spot)

Yoongi would watch you take over, quietly contemplating to himself.

He may have peeked though the door once when Tae was over and saw Jimin do something that Tae liked, so…

A tentacle suddenly slaps your butt when you’re putting the round balls of dough onto the sheet, and the single ball might fly out of your hand as you turn to Yoongi with wide eyes.

Did the fish man just slap your ass?

Yes. Yes he did. And he looks very proud.

“I am showing affection. Do you like it?”

You don’t know wether to laugh or cry so you just say that it’s a very intimate gesture and Yoongi seems to understand.

He does it once more before the cookies finish.

It takes everything you have to keep him off the cookies after you pull them out of the oven. They’re very hot and you don’t want him to burn his mouth.

“I can handle it. I am very strong.”

Sure he is. You slap a tentacle with a wooden spoon more than once.

When you finally give him one…? Good luck keeping him away. He had a newfound love for chocolate chip cookies. The man will literally beg for them lmao.

“The human gets none. They are yours and mine only… A courting gift?”

[mysticlongan]

♡◆"The Violet Shadows"◆♡

{A W.I.P. Lychee Dragon Cookie x Shadow Milk Cookie fanfiction} ~ Chapter 1: "The visit that marked the end, from the beginning."

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53949385

Context: Pre-Shadow Milk becoming evil

[I am SO SORRY for the delay in posting this on Tumblr]

On a silent night, where the rustling of leaves in the cold wind were the only symphony to be heard, and even the skim milk river seemed to be silent (perhaps knowing the events to come)... A Cookie, with contemplative eyes, like a pool of misery, sat alone. One eye was a blue as deep as a clear sky, and his right eye was a lovely cyan you might've seen on glow-in-the-dark crystals. One such cavern held crystals like these, teeming with bats with eyes that glowed a similar color, though not nearly as magnificent as Shadow Milk Cookie's. He was sitting alone, just on the grass and rocks right outside of a violet cavern, with a blue satchel over his shoulder. He gazed at the brooch attached to it, a gemstone resembling the Light of Knowledge he carried. Lost in his own thoughts tinted with heavy grief, he slowly made his way into the cave, casting a spell. His staff illuminated the darkness, but the creatures lurking paid him no mind. He had been here many times before, in the Violet Dragon's abode.

These visits had been unbeknownst to the witches, who considered the 5 dragons a flaw. They did not forsee the Earthbread to create them as pillars of the cycle of life. The witches never considered that the life on Earthbread, nothing more than a little pantry to pick from, would develop systems of magic or principles. The dragon eggs appeared, and when they hatched, new magic flooded Earthbread. Longan's birth brought light magic, Lotus's birth brought water magic, Pitaya's birth brought fire magic, and Ananas's birth brought earth magic. The witches did not think much of it at first, the landscape becoming all-the-more tastier, but they soon became angered by the fact they could not control the dragons or their powers. When the last dragon, Lychee Dragon, hatched, dark magic flooded the Earthbread- a very sour contrast to the other magicks. The shadows had always been there, where the light didn't reach, but nothing lurked in them. In the Land of the Witches, they were just empty, unlike fire, water, earth, and light, which held intrinsic magic. Nothing more than a substance, but not a force. Never a source of magic that they knew of, until the birth of Lychee. This unpredictable new source of magic had the witches fuming because they could not use it, as unique to Earthbread as it was. The closest they held was Dark Moon Magic, from the dark side of the moon- though it has a misleading name, as it is only lunar magic with an opposite magnetic force from the light side.

As a retaliation against their Earthbread creating the 5 five dragons (and later, the elementals), the witches decided to bake the 5 Great Cookies. The 5 Great Cookies, who's virtues were pure, were intended to take the place of the Dragons as the sovereigns of Earthbread (with heavy supervision from the witches). Shadow Milk Cookie knew exactly what the witches thought of the dragons, and so he never spoke to them. There was absolutely no reason to, even if it wasn't forbidden. He was much more focused on his studies, studies of all kinds! He focused on bringing civilization to the Cookies, learning new spells, inventing new spells, and learning how to accomplish new tasks for the witches. He was happy enough to help the Cookies, to please his creators, and to wield his blessings, but he never understood one very strange thing to him- his ingredients. He was told that he had been made from shadows because the witches thought that "baking the absence of light into a Cookie would cancel itself out and create light, something, something, about the opposite happening with some Moonlight Cookie and her hair"... but in the Cookie world, the absence of light itself was a force as strong as the light. A magical, strong force. It was not the absence of light, nor could it become light, yet it could glow. A glow that Shadow Milk so-loved. He would never say it, nor admit it to himself, even permit himself to think of it, as the witches forbid the 5 Great Cookies from practicing dark magic... but he was a night owl. He would sit in the shade, where flowers, enchanted, naturally, with this same foreign energy would glow, and that was when he was happiest. When he wielded the warm magic of the Light, only the shadows growing in depth would make this same, soft feeling spread throughout his soul. He never understood his ingredients because he couldn't fathom being made out of something he was not allowed to like, but it didn't matter. He had things to do!

On the day he met Lychee, they caught him by surprise. It was a long time ago, and the witches were out in their own world, on some sort of trip. It happened often, and those were the days Shadow Milk felt the emptiest, for he was left alone with his thoughts. He'd chosen to explore Beast-Yeast, having finished a given list of tasks much earlier than the other 4 Great Cookies, who insisted they did not need his help (they all agreed he usually seemed overworked). He wandered, and he wandered, until he sensed a large amount of that unknown force he so-adored gathered somewhere. Despite this love, fear coursed through his dough as he made his way through thick, lush sections of a forest, some of it melting away into awe when he spotted Lychee. They were in their Dragon Cookie form, inspecting a blue flower with an eye on it. By this point, both Lychee and Shadow Milk had been adults for quite some time. Despite all of those years of research about the dragons, this was the first time he had been in front of one. He had only ever learned about their dragon forms. Not that they could change into Cookies. He felt a light, happy feeling, for Lychee radiated with dark magic, just like him, but he told himself this happiness came solely from the thrill of exploration. He had fear and joy mixing inside of him, and he decided the fear was about approaching them. They were seemingly a completely regular (albeit, strange-looking) Cookie that just so-happened to be connected to dark magic, just like spicy Cookies and fire magic. It was somewhat true, because he didn't dare leave the cover of the leaves, instead freezing in place until Lychee finally spoke to him (because a light blue Cookie isn't very hard to see in green leaves).

They said to him, "Come forth, won't you?" In a voice as sweet as honey.

Shadow Milk stepped towards them, and they giggled, spotting the nervous look on his face, which they took for flustered.

"It's always the same way with you Cookies! You can't help but do what I say!" They looked at Shadow Milk and then back at the flower they held repeatedly.

Shadow Milk looked at them with an expression of confusion, and they raised an eyebrow- usually, Cookies wouldn't react to their statements like that.

"Hello, what is your name?" was the only thing that Shadow Milk asked them, not really thinking about why they said that. Maybe if he was, he would have comprehended that he should be running away or preparing for battle as soon as they said something like that, but he was a little lost in their eyes.

Attempting to ignore the fact he didn't seem all that under their control ("Cookies usually drop to their knees and start worshipping the floor by now"), they bat their eyes. "My name? Does it really matter? Just keep looking into my eyes!" They smirked, perhaps a bit sheepishly.

"They're so beautiful, the way they glow..." He was mesmerized. The glow didn't look like regular light, but energy. Energy that gave off light, yet not light itself? He never really learned about the properties of dark magic.

Shadow Milk had gotten closer to Lychee by this point, studying them, and so they continued trying to hypnotize him. "I like you, blue Cookie", they said. "You look like this flower. You'll come with me, won't you?" They said, with an innocent smile, offering him the flower.

"This is for me?" Shadow Milk questioned, seeing Lychee nod. He took the flower, said "thank you", and then asked Lychee:

"You want me to come with you? Where are you going? And- your name-"

Staring furiously into Shadow Milk's bespectacled eyes, they realized he wasn't falling under their spell at all. "Why aren't my powers working, agh! You're just a Cookie, so-" They made a frustrated noise. "Stop asking me questions, just come with me!" Lychee grabbed Shadow Milk by the hand and flew away, so quickly, at a height low enough for Shadow Milk to run with them.

Running along, dropping the flower, and out of breath from the exhaustion of wandering for so long, he spoke fast and out of order. "No, no, please, tell me, where are your name? I mean, what's your name-"

Losing their temper, they snapped at him, flying faster, still stringing him along, but looking back at him. "Why do you care so much about my name!? I am the Violet Dragon, and that's all you need to know, stup-"

He stopped their motion, tugging their hand as soon as they were about to crash into a tree. They scoffed, and he inspected their features very closely, gasping. "You are... The Violet Dragon? The one the witches..."

They grinned at Shadow Milk's immediate dread. "OHHHH, now I get it, you're one of those five Cookies then, aren't you? The special ones? You-" Their eyes glowed brighter, and they seemed as if they were thinking, their former expression of cheekiness wiped clean off. "But you're made of darkness? You didn't look like it when I saw y-"

Shadow Milk's eyes widened as he interrupted, flinching, since he knew it was rude. "Darkness, no, no, I'm not made of-"

Lychee was ecstatic, "You're like me! You're made almost entirely out of darkness- I can sens-"

He spoke loudly over them as to not have to hear them any longer. He feared what they might say, thinking of the witches' warnings. "No, no, I'm not! I am Shadow Milk Cookie, the Cookie of Knowledge!" He anxiously sped up his talking, "I'm not made out of darkness, because I'm made of... the absence of light from the realm of the Witches- It's- It's completely different! I'm made of regular shadows, and sweet milk, and I'm nothing like you!" He let go of Lychee's hand, defensively, and held his staff as if he was about to cast a spell. He panted, having run out of air and beginning to regret the last part of what he said.

Looking at Shadow Milk's staff, unimpressedly, and simply moving it down, Lychee- snarkily, but calmly enough, began. "Well, then, 'Shadow Milk Cookie'. You're the Cookie of Knowledge, and you didn't know that you're not made of 'the absence of light' anymore?" They proudly smirked, but only for a moment, placing their hand on the side of Shadow Milk's face, brushing his hair away, and staring deeply into his eyes, just like he did theirs.

"You're lying. I am an envoy of the witches, from the land of the Witches. I'm. Not. Made. Of the same thing as you!" He placed his free hand on Lychee's, the one that was holding him, yet found that he hesitated to break away from the touch. They felt as warm to him as the nights where he'd lie in the grass outside, when the moonlight was scarce and shadow covered the land. A droplet of sweat ran down his face as he felt- no, he knew things were about to fall apart for him.

Despite knowing it wasn't their magic doing this to Shadow Milk, they knew they had some effect on him. "Look at you, poor, sweet little Cookie. Those witches must have lied to you... and you believed their little tricks? Tell me, if you were a Cookie of the Witches, would you find my eyes as beautiful as you do? Are they the loveliest you've ever seen?"

"No." he lied, with a stutter.

"You're a very deceitful Cookie." They smiled, wider and wider as they saw the look on his face. With Lychee holding him, and telling him such a thing when he was already being reminded of the fondest memories he held, his face flushed. It was a complete overload for him- a strange experience.

"Aw, look, you're blushing! So cute." Lychee eyed Shadow Milk up and down, and as they did, the slits in Shadow Milk's eyes shrunk in horror.

"May the witches guide me through-"

Lychee became frustrated. "Don't you dare pray near me! Do you really think you and I aren't the same!? I'll show you something that'll change your mind on what you think you know, you pathetic Cookie!" They took their hand off of Shadow Milk's face, grabbing his hair and tugging it in the direction they wanted to go. He yelped, and they let go immediately. Out of the corner of their eyes, they saw Shadow Milk's staff gleam and snatched it out of his hands, flying off with it.

"Come back, wait!" Shadow Milk raced after them, but they were impossibly fast. Thinking quickly at a close enough distance, he grabbed onto the base of his bag and made a throwing motion without letting go of it, the straps lassoing Lychee's left horn. He pulled.

"What- Oh, you stupid Cookie!" They came to a complete stop. "Fine, I'll show you right her-" Their eyes suddenly widened in surprise as Shadow Milk yoinked his staff right out of Lychee's hands and placed the straps of his bag back over his shoulder. They clenched their dough nubs into "fists" and growled. "Don't you dare ignore me, you're nothing but a Cookie, a COOKIE!" Their eyes flashed a bright violet and they quickly (but gently) tugged on Shadow Milk's long, blue and white hair again. It rippled, almost as if enchanted, and then the effect scattered, resembling a dust storm. It revealed a firm veil of dark magical energy where his hair had been. He screamed, just as he did last time, but only from the sight as the blue lines on this black energy opened. Shadow Milk's heart sank as he realized he was being stared at.

"What have you done!?" He yelled, shaking at the sight of the dark matter and thinking to himself that this was the point of no return. He could barely hold his staff from the way he trembled as the eyes gazed at him.

Lychee had let go of his hair immediately and admired it. "Oh, did the witches not tell you that your hair- well, some of it- looks like this? You REALLY thought that little enchantment over it was your real-"

"CHANGE IT BACK." He looked back and forth sporadically from his hands, his hair, and Lychee. The eyes on his hair seemed to be melting, and the matter seemed to drip away (though it was only an illusion). The sight only tripled his horror.

"Calm down. Actually, just look down." Lychee said, beginning to regret their meeting. "The eyes look like that because they're controlled by your emotional state. They're not reaal. Stop focusing on them and THEN look back."

Shadow Milk stared at Lychee quietly, collecting himself, and sure enough, the eyes on his hair stabilized. Even then, he slipped back into his state of panic. "Change my hair back, please! That kind of magic could never come from me."

Yet he wondered. His hair radiated the exact way that Lychee's eyes did. "Oh, I'll never bother you again..." He rubbed the eyes on his face and said the sentence so guiltily. When he opened his eyes again, they were glazed with tears that had yet to fall.

"Don't tell me you-" They stopped themself, changing their snarky tone of voice to a more sincere one... but still, annoyed. "Oh, you're no fun, don't cry, don't cry, ugh, I promise I'll fix it, but you realize what I just showed you, right? Right? You're smart, aren't you?" They came down from hovering, instead standing on the ground, even if they were short compared to Shadow Milk (and most cookies).

"I know it's not true, but, please, tell me you turned my hair into-" his voice broke, "this." He looked at them, sitting down on his knees. "Tell me I'm not this way, that I'm not made of the same shadows that make you up..." He raised a hand to his eyes, even though he knew Lychee saw the droplets.

"So, you want me to lie to you, even though you know we're the same? Don't you like the darkness? You said I had pretty eyes, so what kind of energy do you think they glow from?" They took one of his hands and decided to sit down too.

He pulled his hand back, slowly. "I'm not allowed-"

"But you like it." They took his hand back. "I'll re-enchant your hair, but, are you sure that you hate it?"

"The witches would never let me have my hair like this... Violet Dragon." He looked back at his hair, then at Lychee again, noticing it swung nicely as he moved his head.

"I didn't ask you about what the witches think!" They put an emphasis on 'witches', saying the word like it tasted bad. "I asked you if you like your hair. And... My name is Lychee Dragon Cookie." They grabbed half of Shadow Milk's hair because of the way it was naturally split and gently moved it into Shadow Milk's view.

He whispered, "It reminds me of your eyes", and Lychee immediately knew what he meant.

Their eyes then sparkled with energy once more. "Close your eyes, the two on your face. Just do it." Shadow Milk obliged, and they re-enchanted his hair. It looked like regular cream again, just like the chunks of his hair that actually were like that. They then tapped Shadow Milk's shoulder, and he opened his eyes, seeing that the shadowy, glowy, magical eye having energy that was his hair, was now back to looking like frosting.

"You- you fixed it!" Shadow Milk smiled as Lychee let go of his hair, though he winced. He noticed just how abnormally his hair moved compared to other Cookies, no doubt a result of the enchantment. It didn't bounce like how Eternal Sugar or Burning Spice's hair bounced, nor did it sweep like theirs did. It was always a little strange, and now...

"There you go, milk boy. Are you going to do what you said and never talk to me ever again, now?" Lychee bat their eyes at Shadow Milk.

He looked at them and- and he didn't know.

"Fine, fine, what if I show you something else? You're hard to please." Lychee playfully rolled their eyes and waited eagerly for what Shadow Milk would say.

"Well, the witches-"

"Won't be back for a week!" Lychee interrupted. "So, you have all the time in the world, come on, I'll tell you how I know- I'll show you!"

"If... you're not about to show me something dangerous..." He watched Lychee stand up and begin walking, and he followed, though, reluctantly...

Lychee looked back at him as they walked and smiled. "Everything's a little dangerous, Shadow Milk Cookie. Now, what if I pick you up and just take you to where we're going to go?"

Shadow Milk looked at them worriedly, "Aren't you... kind of small, for that? Walking is fine."

"Alright, then..." Lychee sighed and walked forwards slowly, with Shadow Milk following them at a normal pace. Eventually, Shadow Milk ended up in front of them, and stopped in confusion. He looked behind him, and found nobody to be there. Looking forward again, Lychee sweep-kicked his legs and caught him, carrying him bridal-style. He yelped and they leaned their face to his. "Do you still think I can't carry you? Hahaha!" Shadow Milk shook his head gently and carefully used Lychee's shoulders to let himself down, despite the fact he could've just jumped. "What's the headshake mean, Shadow Milk Cookie?", they said, now walking in front of Shadow Milk in the right direction.

"It means... You're really strong, Lychee Dragon Cookie..."

"I know." They replied, still in front of Shadow Milk and never looking back at him.

He breathed a sigh of relief, knowing they didn't see him blush.

~~~

disclaimer since I was asked by someone.... no, shadow milk isn't bald. lychee didn't make him bald😭😭😭 his hair is enchanted to look like regular frosting/cream hair, but not all of his hair is like that. part of his hair is the dark shadowy energy thing that it is in his canon sprites 😭😭😭 please let me know if this is a widespread misconception 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

ALSO let me know if I should continue coloring in the pronoun words and any important words like I did here!!! i thought it might be nice but it may be annoying for some!! sorry for any mistakes. he/him for shadow milk, they/them for lychee

[trash-opposum]

Step-Dad Mephisto headcanons

Shut up the daddy issues are hitting ;-; also I never see enough love for step-parents. There should be more step-parent headcanons for Obey Me. This is not proof-read and potentially OOC so I apologize. I am also not very good at writing

For context: MC has a child (say 5-6). Maybe they adopted the kid, one night stand, previous relationship, whatever. They have a child and said child is in the Devildom with them MC and MC’s child will be referred to as they-them

Now onto the headcanons:

• Mephistopheles has been aware of MC’s kid since before they got together. He just never really interacted with the kid since he was always so busy. Mephisto wasn’t exactly for sure what to do when him and MC did get together. Was he expected to be a father figure? Did he even want to be a father figure to the child? The idea of being a parent was kind of… scary to him.

• it takes a lil bit of time for Mephisto and the child to get used to each other. The kid would slowly start to being up the things they like and asking a lot of questions as kids do. Once they fully warm up to each other, Mephisto is willing to die for this child.

• When in stores, Mephisto will often find himself drawn toward stuffed animals, coloring books, kids books, etc. Anything he thinks MC’s child would like. Any snacks or foods the child likes he makes sure to buys those too.

• If the child likes to draw/paint, any art given to him will be framed and hung up.

• Say the child has a mental/physical disability, Mephistopheles will do everything he can to learn about the disability and make accommodations for them whenever and wherever he can. He might end up being a bit more protective of them, but he won’t be overbearing. At least he’ll try not to be.

• Mephistopheles enjoys taking care of the child on days MC needs a break. He’ll introduce them to his horses, show them how to take care of them, maybe even take the child for a small ride. If MC allows it, horseback riding lessons.

• Family. Activities. Cooking/baking together, watching movies, game nights, bowling, skating, going to the park, etc. Mephistopheles might have been a bit iffy at first, but he warms up to the idea of these pretty quickly. He enjoys doing these activities.

• The first time MC’s child referred to him as “Dad” he absolutely cried. The first few times actually.. he cried. It was a very emotional moment for him.

• Mephistopheles needed a lot of reassurance that he was actually doing a good job at being some sort of parental figure. He feared he wasn’t doing good. Even after him and MC had been together for a while there’s still that anxiety.

• One of my headcanons for Mephistopheles is that his cane is a mobility aid. He has an issue with his leg that requires him to use a cane. So let’s say there’s just a day where his leg is not well. He’s in pain and can’t really move. MC’s child is extremely worried. They will refuse to let him move from the couch. He wants a cup of water? The child will get it. Want a snack? MC’s child is on it. The child will bring him a blanket and a pillow to let him lay down and read him a book. Maybe even watch cartoons with him.

Hnng that’s all brain go bleh. If I think of anymore I might make a part two.

[noyaetnox]

HEARTSLABYUL HEADCANONS:

The series: DIASOMNIA / HEARTSLABYUL / OCTAVINELLE / POMEFIORE / SAVANACLAW

- will not confess no matter what and you can't tell me otherwise. He'll be bottling up all his emotions like there's no tomorrow

-> truly believes there is no chance you'll like him back. I mean, he was a bitch to you! He totally was rude and - how can you love someone like that?

-> Trey is slowly but surely getting tired of hearing the same thing over and over again from Riddle - goes to you, pleading to either confess or tell his house warden that you do not hold any special emotions towards him

- Riddle becomes much softer after you start dating

-> the whole of Heartslabyul noticed. Adeuce will be pleading with you to never leave their housewarden because suddenly living with him is doable

- Ace and Deuce will also react terribly to the news of you two dating (Ace worse), because what about that little shit made you like him? Are you okay? Were you bribed? Do you need help? Blink twice-

"You actually like him? For real? No cap?" Yes🤨? "But he's an annoying tyrant," jokes on you I'm a brat tamer 😋☝️ and into that shit.

-> will consider finally trying that therapy thing you keep talking about

- dates with Riddle are the best, you feel like royalty with how he treats you. Sometimes, though, he let's his tongue slip and says something he doesn't mean, but you can tell by his expression he doesn't mean it fr so you're fine (you then talk about it and he apologizes and you get lots of hugs)

- it is kept secret for the longest time, because he's worried people will see you as weakness of his (you totally are), so he tries. It fails. Bro has the biggest grin on his face the second he spots you. I'm talking visible hearts and sparkles

- no PDA. Won't even hold your hand. Please let me hold your hand 😔 will collar you if you pull something like holding hands or kiss his cheek, ONE OF THE SEVEN FORBID YOU KISS HIM ON THE LIPS IN PUBLIC -> immediate collar after each one - you're still into that shit (if you're not, are you really a Riddle simp? 🤨)

- doesn't know anything about relationships so his reactions are always fresh and amazing to look at

- can't communicate well and will try to not show his emotions (he fails horribly around you), so it's slow steps - both of you getting used to one another

- you tease him a lot, because he can turn redder than his hair and he hates it sometimes (he will refuse to admit), yet he knows you still remain respectful and once it's gone too far you immediately stop

- will try baking for you, but he takes everything literally (I'm pretty sure he is autistic, it's the fellow awtysm radar in me), so he often messes up. You eat it, because you love him (and it's not worse than Lilia's cooking, so)

- will spend holidays with you, he doesn't want to go home :( and he feels way better with you, so it's a win-win

-> only then learns about your living situation in Ramshackle 🥲🙏 will yell (respectfully) at Crowley because of it

- helps you so much with your workload by sharing his own hacks he's come up with over the years (he's the cutest little thing pls)

- fights everyone for you, except Floyd - you're both running from that one (will not leave you alone on that one, though, what a sweetheart)

- he's got a British accent 😐☝️

-> has the silly goofy speak: "riddle me this" "geezer" "bloody hell" "innit?" "lads"

-> you clown him for it sometimes, just sometimes. He hates it. But he also loves you so it's alright

- you carry candy around for him, everytime he gets angry around you, you toss him candy or something

- invites you horse riding (if you don't like horses IDC. I'm a horse person and I love it. The horse bedsheets stay on during sex 😡 jk. Or am I?)

- you will show him so much. So many new things and he's suddenly in this whole new world he's never been in before. He's willing to try anything, for both curiosity and your smile. Very interested in your world, please tell him everything

- will spend time with you in private tea parties where you guys just gossip

- platonic: best friends. Besties. Will share so much tea on tea parties, about everyone, even people you guys don't know. It's so fun. It's a whole 😗💅 friendship. (Though Riddle doesn't know much gossip, it's fine, he will remember what you tell him)

- I don't know much about this guy but I will try

- definitely bakes you sweets that are to your taste, if you don't like sweets he will cook. He's been preparing for this moment his whole life let him do his thing

- is afraid of blood. IDC. You get a cut and bro is freaking out, you're going to die while he's passed out because of the bloo- he is now gone 😔

- that said, loves taking care of you as long as it's not a bloody injury. Brings you blankets, cooks you soup, boils you tea, you name it

- teeth brushing together and I also mean the kind where he brushes yours, he says it's not kinky but you are not really sure

- doesn't know how to say no but is a master at leaving situations, like you don't even know how and your request with going idk where has turned into rule 8289402917364829 to not speak to people in glasses on a Thursday and now you have to compensate by eating his tart,,, or something

- 😏 <- why does he actually make that face

- you spend time together by having either little tea parties or just hanging out in his room

- his love language is baking, but I also think it's quality time

-> will ask you to join him in the kitchen while he bakes, to be next to him while he's studying and things like that

-> just loves having you close to him

-> ALSO ALSO: one of those friends/bfs that will force you into calling/messaging once you've arrived home, telling you to dress warm, buys you food, yells at Crowley for you (tells Riddle to yell at him because he was raised to respect others while he knows Riddle will not care - after all, Riddle likes you, too)

- walks you to school

- asks you to put Ace and Deuce into their place because he just might snap anytime soon and despite being afraid of blood, it will be the last thing a few of the Heartslabyul students will see ☺️

- doesn't have bad memory per se, but often forgets trivial things

- it's kinda endearing

- platonic: joins you and Riddle in your tea parties (tea in both senses), knows about everything that's going on in the school, all the gossip (Cater is the one who tells him, but anyway)

- "You don't have a magicam account😨😰?" "Wdym Crowley doesn't allow you to use your phone for social media and entertainment?!" Suddenly you are allowed to set an account 🤨

- EVERYTHING about your relationship is documented. He doesn't post all of the pictures and videos he has, but he posts a few.

-> likes to keep your relationship matters somewhat private rather than just post it all, it's for him only (and for you when he decided to finally send the pics from the date 2 months ago 😒)

- has a weird sense of humor you can't always understand. He seems like he's having fun, though, so it's fine, let him be excited

- he copes with internal conflict by occupying his mind with social media (twinss except I do that with games,,, anyway), telling jokes and being very unserious but he let's this mask fall whenever he's around you

- the actual Cater is so lovely 😔 he may not be as full of energy and as loud but he's still the biggest sweetheart

- you put him at a high place, whilst he puts everyone above him and is used to people just disregarding him, so when you show up and try your hardest to focus on him he just wants to cry for days on end. His opinions matter to you and you always listen to him even when he's talking about the stuff you have no idea about 🥲

-> late night crying sessions together (crying brings people closer), and you just love spending every second together

- he definitely needs assurance, so don't forget to text him a "good morning, love" a "goodnight, love" as well as words of affirmation and reminding him that you love him and him only and that he's amazing. Also please don't ignore his messages 😔 he will think you hate him

- refuses to get drunk in front of other people because he could start spilling his secrets, but he does when he's with you = crying a lot

- dates are two kinds:

1. you go to a very aesthetic location, you have a picture perfect (intended) date, it is later all over your social media

2. just you and him being in love and spending alone time together. His room, your room, in the garden, cooking together, you name it. All he cares about is you (only takes candid photos yet they look so good??? Sir??)

- just two people foolishly in love, that's it, that's the tweet (Tumblr post?)

-I really think he'd be one of the best bfs, hands down

- he writes fanfiction. "But, Noya, there's no way he-" ☝️😐 he does. I was thinking about Sebek writing FFs about Malleus, but Sebek doesn't seem like the type (Sebek for sure daydreams), but Deuce? He does. With Ace. They just share FFs and recommendations (he still doesn't know how to tell Ace he doesn't really write well)

-> tried to keep it a secret until you one day mentioned this cool fanfic you've read the night before with your favorite character

-> "you read fanfiction?😨" Yes, Deuce. "And you mentioned it to me so casually?" You lovable idiot

- thinks you are very cool and respects you greatly

- you have a group chat with him and his mom as well as a private chat with her

- the group chat is just the sweetest thing ever. His mom loves you and you love her, and Deuce is just there to observe and for the two of you to poke fun at (in an endearing way - talking sweetly about Deuce while he reads it all)

-> in the private chat, you're gossiping and having the best time of your life. His mom is so cool and such a girlboss (not to mention a total MILF - if it doesn't work out with Deuce you'll go for his mom 😔)

- that said, Deuce is very submissive and breedable

I will not elaborate

- dates with him are definitely outside, you either go for a walk, for a ride, or something like that

- brings you gifts all the time, they're mostly really stupid, but he's always like: "I saw this and it reminded me of you" or "I saw this and thought you might like it" your room is getting full, but you can't say no to that face.

- kiss his hair, he's sitting down and you do a little smooch, or the back of his neck

-> he gets all red and stuttering and then you hear it about it from his mom

-> "When will I get grandbabies?" Miss I want your child 😌☝️

- ehm

- just the loveliest puppy love, with a lot of hugs and kisses, he also doesn't care about where you two are and PDA is no problem for him (as long as it's like a little, he wouldn't straight out makeout with you,,, maybe)

- soft boy, will worry about everything but you and his mom will reassure him at all times, so we're good 😌

- BOY

- okay I ended Deuce with PDA and I'm going to start with it here

-> PDA all the way, will makeout at the lockers, near friends, he doesn't care. You do? Too bad (just kidding he will actually respect your opinion, but you also have to respect his so like)

- will bring you to his room while Deuce is there just for the laughs

- will try to protect you from trouble, because he has this feeling of needing to protect you

- "This one is for you, babygirl" and then misses his shot at club, you laugh,,, but why does he keep doing that when it has worked like twice so far (Floyd also tells you all his shots are for you and doesn't miss)

- screams when in distress, you scream with him. Yes we're fine, Jack.

- steals tarts and cakes from the dorm kitchen and then sneaks into your room to eat with you, then acts oh so sad when Riddle collars him and he has to go sleep at Ramshackle 😩😩😩 oh woe is me (sneaky bastard)

- you definitely curse at one another, jokingly, you call him a dick, he calls you a bitch. But you're his bitch and he's your dick 🫶

- people are concerned, but you guys are fine

- talks about his exes sometimes and then realizes his mistake and keeps apologizing for days, you tell him it's fine (you've already had the talk, and you know his mouth just runs faster than his brain can keep up - you do say if something he said hurt you and he then tries to make it up and not repeat it ever again)

- dates are never the same, like I can't stress enough how your dates are just in the spur of the moment and you end up eating bananas on Crowley's window (you almost fell to your death so that was the last time you did that)

-> has a weird habit of remembering things like that, like if you cut yourself - never be close to a knife, if you slipped on ice - not going outside when it's freezing, you almost fell from that window - never let you be higher than a chair when he's around. It's sweet, but let me live my life goddamn

- while texting he has started putting /j after everything just to make sure you don't misunderstand

- it's an emotional rollercoaster with him, but you somehow still return, is that okay? Not necessarily, but you love him too much and he loves you, too

- tells you often, that he loves you. Like, any change he gets, he will be saying "I love you" "Love you" it's kinda cute because depsite that, he still gets nervous and all red, at least you know it's genuine

- will beat up anyone for you (with Deuce because they're a buy one get one free, or frequently bought together)

-> you got used to your dates sometimes being with Deuce, but it's fine, you spend all the time together anyway (Epel hates your love, so you tease him on purpose, Jack is just lovable and is happy for you guys - just don't let it distract you from your studies!)

Why did Riddle get so much text? He's my favorite.

Why does Deuce have 2 banners? because he's my bbygirl and I couldn't decide, he looks great everywhere.

When will be the next part? With how life's going rn, soon.

Who will be in the next part? I haven't decided yet, but either Pomefiore or Octavinelle.

Have a great week everyone, hope life is going well, goodnight 🫶🫶🫶

[inthefieldwithdiamondbutterflies]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY FAVORITE WALL CRAWLER

-warning this post will be a tad bit chaotic and long but hopefully lots of fun. I had fun doing this

In honor of his special day, i decided to make him a birthday cake. 🎂

I’ve had this headcanon that every year on his birthday he loves a chocolate cake with blue icing

So I decided to bake just that

As someone with minimal baking skills

Let’s go

Nia vs baking 👩‍🍳

First wash your hands

Then gather up all your ingredients. This is the cake mix I used. Once the eggs, water, oil and cake mix were all I needed for mine. Measure everything out and mix until well combined or for at least two minutes on medium. And drink a cup of water while you’re at it. Your body loves water. Not too much or risk water poisoning. Too much of anything can kill ya.

Then go ahead and grease whatever type of pan you’re using and place it in oven. I used mini pans so it can be a layered cake. It smelt so good while baking and then I nearly almost burned because read the instruction on the box. Make sure you read really carefully and use the time they give how big your pan is

I feel like Peter would like a homemade cake though for his birthday. I think it was just something he had while growing up and not coming from a lot. He appreciates it more than a store brought cake. Mainly because he knows someone close to him took time out of their day to make something special for him. Think he just grew up on it and is favorite tradition for his birthday. Plus he probably loves a good rich, moist chocolate. Just big sweet tooth vibes in general from him. He would love going to Hershey, PA and making his own chocolate bar or even just the M&M store to celebrate. His ideal birthday would probably just be something small and intimate. He cares a lot about out his loved ones and spending time with them.

While baking I cleaned up and jammed out to some Taylor Swift. Does anyone else think that Peter would have a hard time getting plastered btw? I think that purely because of his high metabolism. But if he ever does get there oh be prepared.

Anyways back to baking. Grab some white frosting. I had like half a thing left so I only used five drops of blue food coloring to get what I wanted. I say start off slowly and don’t add in a lot at once because can’t take it away.

Once cakes are done take them out and let them cool. If you greased them properly they should pop right out like how mine did. Number one baker over here.

Once cooled down try and level the cakes (thank you very much YouTube bakers for teaching me this)

I don’t have a cool tool like they do is just used a bread knife and hoped for the best

That hope caused me cutting off a but too much from some and not enough from others so was a little lopsided but it gives personality !!!

Then go ahead and frost. Slap that frosting all over the cake until it’s nice and coated

Another trick I learned was a crumb coat. Frost first, stick it in the fridge for a bit and then frost again. I don’t feel like it made that much of a difference but I am a frosting girly so I wasn’t mad

Next, grab your fav lil Spider-Man plush, give him a party hat and light candles in the cake

Lastly, cut yourself a slice and indulge on your favorite spidey movie

Happy baking ❤️💙🖤