#I do love cucumbers but I don't know that I love them more than say apples or carrot sticks-- two other completely normal snack fruits/veg?

[partycatty]

dark star!johnny cage > against the world

what it's like dating the evil version of hollywood's golden boy. it's not all fun and games, even if that's how he sees it

warnings: lowkey abusive relationship like just straight up. yandere. lil smutty but nothing horrifically graphic.

notes: listened to "wrap me in plastic" and "watch me work" while writing LMFAO also please god the coat stays ON ‼️‼️‼️‼️ hes so scrummy i need him biblically

masterlist <3

part 2* / part 3* / part 4* / part 5* / part 6*

•first of all, dark star!johnny is so incredibly emotionally immature. he's a whiny bastard fr. hell hath no fury like a white man that's in the wrong during an argument with his girlfriend

•"baaaabe what's wrong?? it was just a joke!" after he says you're a 6/10 compared to a model on his phone. ZERO awareness.

•WALL PUNCHER. IM JUST BEING HONEST. your beautiful pale pink walls have so many shoulder-height white patches from you having to fix the wall every time his water has an inadequate amount of cucumber slices.

•he's got the same upbringing as the better johnny, shitty dad and dead mom. he just never really knew how to cope with it. equally as famous as his counterpart, he prefers throwing punches in action flicks. he's just somehow more of a dick about it.

•pampered to holy hell between shots, all relaxed in his chair with his name embroidered on it while one woman tends to his makeup, another to his hair, a third feeding him water. it's how he wants it to be, he needs to be perfect. he is perfect.

•spends like two hours getting ready, most of the time is spent on his hair. you tell him it'd be more efficient to trim it down a couple inches but he likes the way it flops over. you also like the way it falls in front of his face during his stunts. he's just so effortlessly sexy.

•uses his height and physique to his advantage. he loves backing you into corners and looming above you menacingly to watch you squirm, flustered. his large sunglasses reflect your pathetic little face.

•now with you, he loves to show you off, but not enough for you to steal the spotlight. you're his favorite little accessory that hangs off his arm. he chooses your outfits when you make public appearances. INSISTS on matching all the time. misty blue dress with gold jewelry to match his obnoxiously large coat.

•the good johnny plays things up for the camera and saves the sweetness for behind closed doors. dark star!johnny doesn't know when to turn off "camera mode." bro will not be sweet with you unless it gets him brownie points after he fucks up.

•he's so unfair. women fawn over him constantly and he smiles all smugly and leans into their touches. but if a man so much as looks at you for more than a couple seconds, he's beating the guy in moments.

•hates it when you find joy in other people. he will constantly fill you with thoughts that everyone will leave you one day for one reason or another, and that you should feel lucky that a world famous actor wants you.

•will make you turn against people you hold dear, he cuts them out of your life so they can't influence you like he does. this man is a smooth talker and hardcore manipulator that'll leave you anxious when you talk to anyone but him. he has you thinking everyone's out to get you.

•"come on baby, you really think they'd love you like i do? don't be delusional. it's just you and me against the world, you got it?"

•you guys have had so many public scandals, you're the main source of income for the TMZ employees.

•sex tape here, public screaming match there

•speaking of which this dude FUCKS. HARD. :3

•johnny will literally pound you into oblivion whenever he pleases. he prefers doggystyle so he can use your hair as leverage. sometimes he reaches forward and holds your jaw, chest pressed against your back as he mercilessly fucks you. he totally gets himself off on your pathetic moans.

•records it every time. partially to jerk off to later, partially as leverage against you.

•"you like that?" he'll ask in that low growl, somehow hitting even deeper. "nobody can fuck you like i do. so don't even fucking think about leaving - ngh -"

•after an argument, you'll find gorgeous purses or necklaces on your shared vanity. not because he's sorry, but because he knows you'll forget about how annoying he can be when he shells out a couple thousand on a gift for you.

•you could honestly probably do better, but who's gonna say no to johnny cage?

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Dirty Work 35

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as bullying, familial discord/abuse, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You start a new gig and find one of your clients to be hard to please.

Characters: Loki

Note: ah, we arrive at the Odinson stronghold.

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"Remember the rules, pet," Mr. Laufeyson reminds you as you pass beneath an iron archway covered in ivy and roses. 

"Yes..." your voice trails off as your mouth falls open in awe.

It's a fairytale. Even more beautiful than his own garden. There's a fountain at the center of the long drive, round hedges framing it and mosaic stone all around. Petals flutter on bushes and grass sprawls all around, marble statues and stone benches speckled over the expanse. The house is built of white brick with figures of sprites and elk along the facade.

"...Mr. Laufeyson," you finish breathily.

"Yes, it is rather marvelous," he says without genuine reverence. "I assume mother will be using it as her venue for Walpurgisnacht, however, she may just as easily book the banquet hall in the next city."

"Oh," you utter.

"Not to worry, she will likely have much sorted out already. It's why I wonder at her insistence that you accompany me. She is ever decisive and much prefers doing things by her own hand," he steers around the curve of the drive and stops just before the steps. "Suppose we must take it in stride."

He flips the engine and it quiets. Birds cheep and insects hum just outside. He unclicks his seatbelt and you mirror him, climbing out just a hair after he does. You turn to gape up at the facade once more as you shut the door gently.

Mr. Laufeyson comes around and heaves, "well, then--"

"Should I get the bags?"

"Don't bother, the help will deal with it," he assures and points you ahead.

He walks beside you, stretching his neck as he pushes his head side to side. He extends his fingers and rolls his shoulders. Still the tension nestles once more in his posture. You take the steps one at a time and fall a pace behind him. He marches ahead to the doors and waits for you to catch up before he pulls it open.

You step inside and quickly slip off your shoes as you eye the shining floor. It's just as immaculate, if not more, than his estate. You try to imagine how long it would take you to clean it on your own. Maybe that's why you're here.

"Darlings," Frigga trills as she appears in an archway to your left, "oh, you have arrived."

She goes to you first and kisses both your cheeks, barely glancing off your chin. Then she turns to Laufeyson and cradles his cheeks as she admires him, "I'm so happy you came."

"Mmm, and father knows we were invited?"

"Of course," she tuts as she draws away from him, "tell me, have you eaten? You were on the road such a long time. I have cucumber sandwiches and some iced berry tea."

"I'm not hungry," Laufeyson mutters as he peers around, almost expectantly.

"What about you, hon?" She takes your hand.

"Um, I..." you look to Laufeyson for your answer but your stomach growls before you can answer. 

"Feed her," he says as he flutters his fingers, "get her settled. I think I can keep myself entertained."

You frown guiltily. You didn't mean to disobey him. His eyes dull with that unimpressed haze as he turns on his heel and strides away. 

"I believe your brother is outside," she calls after him.

"Thank you for warning me," Laufeyson as he scoffs and disappears through another doorway.

"Ugh, boys," she chides, "pray you only ever have one son, though a brood is never a bad thing."

She turns, her hand still around yours as she drags you through the gilded archway. You let her as you drink in the beauty around every corner and crevice. This is like a dream. You've never seen anything like it. Not outside movies. You remember that one you watched on cable with Anne Hathaway. You only saw half before your father shut it off.

"Please sit," she takes you to the long white island and gestures to a tall velvet stool, "Loki didn't say if you were coming or not. I'm so happy you did."

She releases you and goes to the other counter, takes a scalloped plate and fills it with all sorts of food from platters. She brings it to you and watches you across the narrow island. "So, tomorrow, I must look at flowers. We have a healthy supply in the greenhouse but I think a few exotic breeds would do well. Then we will go to the bakery to arrange desserts and the like. Oh, the winery may need to wait until Sunday..."

She tallies off her to-dos as you nod along. Her own long list jumbles with your own in your head. You blink at her as she prattles on.

"Darling, please eat," she interrupts herself, "anyhow, as I was saying, perhaps we could make a special day of it. A day at the winery then the spa."

You nibble on the corner of the cucumber sandwich, grateful for the excuse not to respond. You doubt she'd hear you if you did. Your stomach roars in delight as you feed it, only then realising how hungry you truly are. You weren't very concerned with your appetite as the motion of the car roiled your stomach but now, you're ravenous.

Your mind wanders back to the long drive. You turn your gaze away, afraid Frigga might see your thoughts. The same sets in as the memory sinks in your brain. You can't believe you did that to him. While he was driving, too.

"Oh, goodness me, you must be so tired and hear I am blabbing your ear off," she clucks, "I forgot the tea... unless you prefer wine."

"Tea," you answer abruptly, recalling the last time you drank. You won't give Mr. Laufeyson any reason for distaste. "Thank you."

"Aw, so polite, dear," she preens, "are you excited for Walpurgisnacht?"

You twist your lips and swallow a mouthful, "um, sure... what is it?"

"My, I didn't even think," she pours a glass of deep red iced tea into a tall glass. She nears you again and places it by your plate. "May Eve. It's a celebration of Springtime, to embrace love and fertility."

"Mm, oh," you furrow your brow. That's odd.

"Yes, we will have many visitors to help us celebrate. And some games too. Mostly drinking and food, as is our way," she explains, "I can't believe this will be your first Walpurgisnacht! How delightful."

You nod and take another bite. It's almost nice how she assumes most things aren't a first for you. How she treats you like somehow you belong here.

"I didn't even think," she taps her manicured finger on the marble, "I should've invited your father. I know he's sick but it is always good to have family close."

You almost choke. You gulp and lower your eyes. You reach for the tea to wash away the sudden bitter taste on your tongue.

"Oh, I hope... I hope he is okay," she says.

"He's... he's fine," you sniff, "he's... mad at me. We aren't... we aren't speaking."

"How tragic," she touches her chest, "Loki didn't say a word. Well, then... dear, are you alright? Where are you staying?"

Your chest sinks. Of course, he wouldn't talk to her about you and explain everything that's gone rotten. You are still just the house manager to her.

"Mr. Laufeyson kindly offered--"

"Oh, I know, I know he would," she sounds ready to cry, "my son can be so caring. It's a pity he holds it in."

"Yeah, uh, it's very nice of him," you pick away a stip of crust.

"I didn't mean to bring up sour grapes," she says, "I'm sure everything will be alright. These things happen. Families fight but they always come back together. Gosh, if only you knew the state Loki left in last time. He and his father had such a row. Not to mention he wouldn't even speak with his own brother for well over a year. Stubborn."

You look at her in surprise. It's not that Laufeyson isn't cold and distant, it's just that you didn't expect all that information dumped on you. You want to ask why but know better than that.

"I only hope things go better this time," she says.

You nod and pick up a grape from the plate. You really hope so too. As long as you follow the rules, it should.

✨

After you eat, Frigga takes you on a tour of the immense house. You don’t remember where most things are as you remain astonished by the grandeur. You can barely imagine spending the night. The thought that she lives here every day is astounding. She is the luckiest woman in the world.

She takes you up the wide staircase with its curved banisters and shows you the upper floor. You yawn behind your hand, caught as she peeks back at you. You drop your hand and smile, flicking your eyes as you try to seem more awake.

“Oh dear, are you tired?” She preens, ���let us show you your room.”

“It’s okay–”

“Rest is important, and a part of Walpurgisnacht. It’s about renewal so you must take care,” she reproaches, “I made up a room just for you.”

“You did?” You murmur as she waves you ahead.

“Oh, yes, of course, like I said, I’ve been looking forward to this very much,” she chimes, “just here,” she opens the left side of a double door. You admire the patterns carved beneath the layer of champagne-tinted paint. “I believe the staff will have brought your bags already.”

“Um, thank you,” you smile nervously, “it’s all very wonderful…” You gaze around the room, “it’s too much.”

“Not at all,” she touches your arm gently, “I know my son can be a stickler, whoever knows where he got that from. You are here to enjoy yourself.”

“Thanks,” you rub your palms together, “for everything. It’s so nice.”

“Certainly dear,” she touches your cheek gently, “should you need anything, you can tap this button.” She points to a tiny silver button by the light switch, “Hilde will be around.”

“Hilde,” you nod, “okay. I think I’ll be fine.”

“Oh, you are so sweet,” she preens, “please don’t hesitate to ask for anything.” She squeezes your shoulder, “please make yourself at home.”

She leaves you with a gentle click of the door. You hesitate at the threshold, terrified of tainting the perfection of the room. There’s a four-postered bed, the sort you dreamed about as a girl, with a white frame and bedding in the same hue, trimmed in silver. The night tables have curled feet and a matching wardrobe stands against the wall. 

There’s a vase of flowers arranged on the vanity and a rug with dainty roses patterned on it beneath the foot of the bed. Each piece matches the next, gilded in silver, with a touch of colour here and there. The windows are tall and open, letting in the last of the morning hues. You are overwhelmed with the sheer beauty of this place.

Your luggage stands beside the bed. Just yours. Does that mean you’ll be sleeping alone? Perhaps that is for the better. It wouldn’t be seemly for Mr. Laufeyson to be commingling so closely with his house manager.

You should find him and let him know which room is yours. You go to the door and stop yourself. It feels wrong to go off roving through the house. No, you should stay and listen. You’re certain he wouldn’t be far from you. That only makes sense, doesn’t it?

You linger by the door, ear to the crack between the doors as you listen to the house. Nothing more than a distance scuff here or there. Not until you hear hinges catch for just a moment. You hold your breath and try to see between the doors but can’t.

Footsteps, long and deliberate. That has to be Laufeyson, right? You hope that it is. You wait for them to pass before you open the door and peek out. Oh no! It’s not Mr. Laufeyson.

Before you can retreat and hide, the gray-haired man stops. He has broad shoulders and his arms are bent behind him, one hand balled in another. You gulp and slowly pull back but it’s too late as the man pivots on his heel.

“I suppose my son told you it was best to avoid me,” the man says, his tone rigid but not unkind.

“Um,” you let go of the door and step up, slumping your shoulders as you stare at his suede slippers. “No, sir, I only… thought you were Mr. Laufeyson.”

“Mr. Laufeyson,” he scoffs, “you must be the one my wife spoke so highly of.”

“Sir,” you dip your head lower.

“Odin,” he offers as he comes closer, little by little, as if approaching a skittish deer, “father of Mr. Laufeyson,” he snorts and offers his hand, “and your name?”

You accept his hand meekly and mutter your name. He grips you firmly, warmly and gives a short shake. He keeps a hold of your hand and turns it, placing his other hand over your knuckles.

“Let me have a look at you,” he urges you into the hall, “my eyes aren’t as good as they used to be.”

You let him lead you further out. You bite your lip and exhale. You unpinch your teeth and lift your head. You look at him, squirming as he considers you. His steely hair is brushed back from his face and small coils gather behind his ears and neck. His eyes are blue and vibrant, like Thor’s, and his face is creased with and determination.

“Now,” he smiles, “how did my son capture a lovely creature like you?”

“Sir?”

“Please, Odin will do nicely,” he pats your hand, “may I use your name?”

“Yes, s– Yes, Odin,” you correct yourself.

“Wonderful, it’s a beautiful name,” he brings your hand up and kisses it, “it fits you well.”

He finally lets you go and you feel your cheek burn. You don’t know how to react. With everything you heard, you expected a horrible, grumpy old man. Someone like your own father. Yet, he’s just as pleasant as Frigga. 

“Thank you,” your lips curve just a little.

“Polite little thing,” he muses, “do you like chocolate?”

“Pardon?” You’re taken aback by his question.

“Chocolate,” he repeats, “Loki hasn’t much of a sweet tooth and the other one would devour them all. I’ve got some truffles, would you like one?”

“Well, I… er,” you rub your neck, “I wouldn’t want to bother,” you stammer.

“Bother? Why ever would I ask if it was?” He dismisses, “you are my guest, I do prefer to know those who are staying under my roof. I would be a shit guest otherwise.”

You scrunch your lips up at his profanity. He notices the wince and he chuckles, bring his fingertips to his chin, “excuse my language.”

“It’s okay,” you assure him, “um, sure, I will have some chocolate… Odin.”

“Ah, wonderful, just this way,” he points you towards the other end of the hall, “this is part of the trap you see,” he says as he ushers you along, “I keep them in my office.”

He laughs and you join in thinly. You’re not sure he’s entirely kidding. He shows you into his office. The decor is wrought in gold and oak. It reminds you a little of Laufeyson’s study in the style, but not the colours.

“You will have your chocolate,” he assures as he closes the door, “but first, you will tell me how you ended up with that son of mine.” He strides around the desk as you hover across from him. He pulls out a drawer as you clasp your hands tight. You can’t tell him everything.

“How…” you utter.

“Yes,” he pulls out a square red box, “he hardly seems your type.”

“Oh, well, I am only his house manager,” you shrug.

“Sure, if that’s what he tells you to say, say it,” he tuts, “but it doesn’t mean I must believe it.”

You drop your head and frown. You’re a poor liar but you don’t dare tell the truth. He sighs and you peek up from under your lashes.

“Not to worry, I keep a promise,” he comes around and offers the open box of truffles, “this one is dark with raspberry, you might like it? Or this one, strawberry and cream,” he points to a dark bulb, then a white one sprinkled with pink sugar, “perhaps you will surprise me.”

You shyly reach for the box and pick out the plainest of the bunch. You thank him quietly and stare at the treat. He knows you’re lying and he’s still being kind. You wish you could tell him the truth, maybe he could help you understand it. Yet, the thought of saying it all out loud suffocates you in flames.

“Crushed toffee,” he says, “my favourite.”

“Oh, uh,” you hold it out.

“No, no, you have it,” he insists as he strolls back around his desk, “I am hardly interested in talking about my son, so let us not dwell on him. Tell me about you.”

“Me?” You blink.

“Yes. Do you read? Do you enjoy music? What are your favourites?”

You stand there, holding the truffle, speechless. You don’t know what to say. You are boring. No one ever cared about any of those things, so much so, that you never much thought of them yourself.

“Please, sit,” he takes his own advice and lowers himself into the leather chair, “enjoy your chocolate, then you may answer my questions.”

[verycoolusername1]

for a Jamie Drysdale fic could you write about how he has a plus size girlfriend and some people make fun of her but Jamie has her back and she soon enough sticks up for herself and tell them something like “you’re mad i have a hottie like Jamie and you don’t” type thing….. sorry if this doesn’t make sense. if it doesn’t just take what you understand and make and great fic of it!

So Hot

Summary: In which 'fans' have a lot to say about your and Jamie's relationship and you had enough.

Jamie Drysdale x plus size!reader

Warning: Cursing and reader is a bad bitch I'm afraid!

A/N: This was actually so fun to write. lol much better than that essay I have to write... also sorry if you like olives, you don't like them in this

You scrolled through the comments of Jamie's new post mindlessly. It was only a simple post. People in the comments say he could do so much better than you or something about your weight, which was already a hard topic for you.

But what really pissed you off was someone saying something bad about Jamie, a horrible assumption about your relationship, and bought up his injury that he recently recovered from.

Jamie came through the door as if being summoned, groceries in his hands.

"Babe, I'm back!" He called out to you.

You turned off your phone and threw it across the couch, not wanting to deal with it right now.

You made your way to the kitchen where you were greeted by Jamie, a shy smile on his face.

"Oh god Jamie what did you do?" You looked at him.

Jamie's face flushed. "I didn't do anything."

"Then what's with the suspicious face, handsome?" You asked.

Jamie loved it when you called him that more than you would like to admit.

"I- okay." He reached in the bag and got out a teddy bear wearing a flyers jersey. "I couldn't help it, looked so cute. Reminds me of someone I know."

You took the teddy bear from him and looked at it. "Yeah, I guess I can see the resemblance between you two."

Jamie chuckled as he touched your waist and moved you closer. "I was talking about you."

"I know, baby." You grinned.

Jamie pecked your lips softly. As he kissed you, you couldn't help but wonder about the comments on his post and if he had seen it.

Jamie being the amazing boyfriend he is, senses your unease. "What's wrong?"

You shrugged. "Nothing... just thinking."

Jamie put his hands on his hips as he looked at you sternly. "About?"

You sighed, giving in to Jamie's puppy eyes. "I read comments under your latest post."

"Were they bad? Do you need me to say something about it? You know I don't like it when people say things about us." Jamie began to ramble.

You kissed Jamie's cheek softly. "It's fine babe, I'll handle it."

Jamie looked at you. "Okay... if you say so. Now, I was thinking of trying out this new recipe... I know you don't like olives so I replaced those with cucumbers."

You nodded along to what Jamie was saying, his eyes somehow brightens brighter as he does so.

Together, the two of you began to prep for dinner. After that was done, you decided to cuddle on the couch.

Jamie laid proudly on top of you, trapping you between him and the couch. Watching some episode of The Office that you weren't paying attention to, your sole focus being on Jamie.

You sneakily took a photo of him on your phone, your heart warming at the sight when an idea popped in your head... you should post this on instagram.

You was set with the idea that you didn't notice Jamie has set his attention to you, craning his neck as he did so.

"What are you up to baby?" Jamie asked.

You grinned down at him. "Nothing." He gave you a look. "Okay fine... I took a photo of you and I was gonna post it on my story to show you off."

Jamie stifled a laugh as he listened to you. "Show me off?"

You nodded. "Yes, show you off! You're just a little human sized teddy bear, everyone has to know."

"I'm glad you think I'm cute but what photo are you posting?" Jamie asked.

"Just of us cuddling, I like just took it." You smiled shyly.

Jamie hummed. "Yeah, post it. I feel nice right here."

You chuckled. "I know you do."

You went on your way to post the photo on your story with the caption. "Living my best life with my lover boy <3"

You smiled, seeming satisfied with the post. You ran your fingers through Jamie's hair, the love you two share grows only stronger tonight.

[ofoceansandtombsanew]

Happily Unrequited

tags: gn!reader

a/n: first writing-related post for 2024 and this idea hasn't left me alone for the past couple of days. so i figured why not make a hc post for it

"it's okay i wasn't shooting my shot or anything. i already know you don't feel the same way, i definitely am not saying anything because i thought i was seeing signs you liked me back or anything like that. i just wanted you to know. just act the same as you usually do."

your feelings aren't requited but you're surprisingly okay with that. the real question is whether or not they are as okay with as you are.

avoids you

MEGUMI tries to treat you as normal but it starts getting into his head all the signs he's missed. it becomes blatantly obvious now that you've pointed it out. you're not flirting with him or making any moves on him, no. but now megumi hears the affectionate lilt in your tone. he sees the adoration in your eyes. it's all directed at him and he doesn't really know how to process that and still act the same. he asks you once why you wanted to tell him how you felt when he didn't feel the same way. you simply tell him "i just wanted you to know you're loved." when megumi draws back, you decide to give him space for a while to process everything. surprisingly irritated by how easily you give it to him but megumi reminds himself he placed the distance between you both first.

NOBARA you're acting normal and it's unfair. she doesn't understand how you're able to drop such a big thing on her and then continue on your merry way like it's nothing. you have to be testing her. in her mind, it becomes a competition of sorts to act more nonchalant about your confession. apparently, the best way for her to do that is by avoiding you. her friends tell her she's losing in a battle that you don't even know you're fighting. nobara doesn't want to admit herself that she is more bothered by this sudden revelation than she says she is. is doubly upset if you don't try and reach out when she avoids you and that causes her to storm over to you one day on campus about it. "i just thought you needed space so i didn't want to bother you." why is she the one loosing the idgaf war?

normal

YUUJI takes everything in stride. you're still one of yuuji's closest friends and that's what truly matters here. his love for you may be different than your love for him, but at the end of the day you both want to be in each other's life still. that's what truly counts here. very little, if anything, changes in your dynamic with yuuji. you still sleepover at each other's place, you still window shop at the mall and enable each other's dumb impulse purchases and you still text each other in class about the newest chapter of a manga you're both reading. the continued normalcy makes you feel warm and satisfied. does feel overly conscious about talking about people he is into though now that he knows how you feel for him. it's somewhat dampened by how you talk about your class and celebrity crushes around him like normal. he guesses you got over him relatively quickly then.

KENTO cool as a cucumber, he accepts your feelings in stride just as you. asks if you need space for a while but you grin and say you're fine. you confessed for the freedom and closure having made peace with everything ages ago before you said anything. "just know your loved, ken," you told him life goes on from there and you continue on your daily habits. unconsciously enjoys all the little things. he wonders occasionally how much of the minute details you remember about him are due to your affections. how you remember the exact pastries he likes. how if they stop selling at his favorite bakeries, you somehow find them somewhere else. how you always supply him with a warm cup of coffee from his cafe when he's feeling down. how on his most tired of days you supply his eyes with a nice compress from a soaked towelette. kento wonders if it is wrong for him to think it is nice to be taken care of like this even if he doesn't return your feelings.

not as normal as they expected themselves to be

YUUTA all yuuta wants is for you to be comfortable. maybe you were lying when you said you were fine. maybe you were just trying to be conscious of his feelings when you said he could act as he normally does with you. all these thoughts swirl in his head and he feels guilty when his guilt was the last thing you wanted. you're the one who was rejected, why are you the one bending over backwards for his sake? would probably try avoiding you if you didn't flick his forehead and tell him he should stop overthinking everything. also, you're pretty sure that pretty maki girl likes him. you encourage him to shoot his shot while she's still single.

SATORU normal on the outside, contemplative on the inside. because of this, satoru interacts the most with the fact you're in love with him. he asks the why, when, where as to why you fell in love with him, when you realized it, where did this all start. he doesn't ask to be cruel, satoru just genuinely wants to know. is relieved at the end of the day his lack of feeling the same way changes your friendship. he enjoys having you in his life as a friend. it catches him off guard one day when spur of the moment jealousy takes root in him when he sees you laughing your head off with someone he doesn't know. because you aren't just laughing. you're clutching your stomach, hunched over wheezing at whatever that goon just said. his eyes says you and rando are just friends. the rest of him says otherwise. "i'm the one you're in love with, right?" slips out of his mouth before he can help himself.

[piratecaptainscaptainpirates]

tiny prompt for you: Ed and Stede have a “pamper yourself” kind of spa day

"You know," Ed said, pushing his sunglasses down his nose so he could actually look at Stede (the plastic sunglasses from Claire's were cute, but not great for actually seeing out of), "this is fun. This is really fun."

He'd thought Stede might be falling asleep at the other end of the bathtub, but at that he wrinkled his nose, reaching up to slowly remove the cucumber slices from his eyes. "This is fun," he agreed. "I think I heard a but coming on, though."

They'd just properly moved in together, and it had been a long fucking week. Ed had been living out of a drawer at Stede's place for a while, and when their leases were both up, they'd decided to go in together on a bigger apartment, one with room for an at-home painting studio for Ed and a big kitchen for Stede.

It had been a long week, full of moving boxes and painting and assembling new furniture, but now it was the weekend, and Ed woke up with a sore knee and Stede had a sore back, so they just...hadn't done any of that stuff today. A spa day, Stede suggested, and they quickly discovered they'd neither of them ever really had something like that before.

It had been pretty amazing, honestly. They'd gotten dressed in fun, comfy clothes, Stede choosing to just wear his favorite golden robe and Ed deciding to try out a soft, fun rainbow pastel skirt he'd been a bit too nervous to take outside the house yet. They'd made DIY face scrubs, did each other's hair up with fun hair clips, painted each other's nails, and now they were finally getting to chill in the bathtub they'd picked specifically because it was big enough for the both of them.

"It's a very silly but," Ed hedged, scooping up a handful of bubbles from their bath and arranging them carefully along Stede's chin.

"I love all your buts," Stede said, far too earnestly for a guy with a bubble beard. "Well - maybe one butt more than others -"

"I knew it," Ed pretended to groan, tossing his head back in faux dispair. "I knew you were just in this relationship for my ass."

"I mean, your ass is great," Stede laughed, "but right now I'm waiting to hear about that but."

"Alright, alright." Ed pulled his knees up, rubbing his pruned thumbs over the soap-slippery skin, looking down at the iridescent water. "This is really fun. But. It kinda feels like...I dunno, that I'm not supposed to get this. Y'know what I mean?"

"Mm, yeah," Stede hummed thoughtfully. "Like...like someone's gonna come in here and start yelling at us."

"Yeah," Ed mumbled, resting his chin on his knees. "That's it, that's the feeling exactly."

"Well." Stede got himself a handful of bubbles, and he put his right on the tip of Ed's nose. "That's not gonna happen. Because - because fuck anyone who says we don't deserve this."

It still sounded like Stede was trying to convince himself, too.

"Yeah," Ed whispered, and then - "fuck you, dad!"

"Whoo!" Stede cheered, accidentally flinging bubbles when he tossed a hand in the air. "Fuck your dad, and my dad - fuck you, Nigel!"

"Yeah, fuck 'im!" Ed whooped. "Fuck you, Hornigold! We're taking a bubble bath and there's not a damn thing you can do about it!"

"We're not getting out of this tub until we please," Stede announced. "Just try and make us! We're relaxing!"

"We're unwinding!"

Stede rested his hand on the rim of the tub, smiling when Ed reached out to lace their fingers together. "And no one can tell us we don't get to do things like this. Ever again."

Still hard to believe that, maybe. But even once they got out of their bath, they'd trade shoulder massages, and feed each other pieces of cake, and Ed would pout until Stede carried him to bed. And, as it turned out, Stede was quite right - no one would ever get to tell them they didn't deserve soft, sweet days like this, ever again.

[icycoldninja]

Dating Raiden headcannons

-Despite his tough exterior and serious demeanor, he is the sweetest, most protective and loving baby boy in the world, he just doesn't know how to express it.

-Wants nothing more than to protect, care for, and cherish you for the rest of his life.

-While Raiden has no nicknames for you, as he just calls you by your name, Jack does.

-And OHHH BOOOY are there many, not all of them good. He calls you Sweetie, Babe, Dollface, Sexy, Hot stuff, Psycho, B*tch (affectionately), and Mine.

-Loves to do arts and crafts with you, those long nails claws of his are perfect for precise placements of tiny materials, cutting tiny objects with remarkable accuracy, and can also be dipped in paint to create perfectly thin lines.

-Will also let you paint his metal nails, though you'll have to do it often because the polish gets chipped a lot during battle; it's honestly a miracle if the coats stay on for more than 24 hours.

-Loves it if you help him polish, clean and/or buffer his armor.

-You are free to use his face however you please, no not like that don't get dirty thoughts now you can paint it, cover him in makeup, or make goofy masks for him to wear--he'll do it all.

-Very protective of you and cuddles you whenever you have a nightmare or just need him in general, though you must voice your needs, or he'll just lay there like the metal plank he is.

-Sometimes his alter ego Jack gets out without his permission (no idea how that happens), prompting a dramatic change in behavior and speech. He essentially becomes a different person--but that doesn't stop you from living your best life with him. You and Jack manage to get along very nicely.

-Trains you so you can always be ready for battle, because he knows someday, he might not be around to protect you.

-Randomly comes up to you and drapes himself across your lap, then just lounges there, pretending he doesn't notice you're sitting there. He'll just sit there, scrolling through his phone or reading a book, casually ignoring your existence.

-It's OK though, cause the weight and warmth from him is quite nice.

-Smells like cucumber baby wipes.

-Sometimes steals your eyeliner when his runs out.

-When you guys go to the store, people get really confused cause they see the bar code on his head and wonder if he put that there as a joke or if he's actually a piece of merchandise that somehow came to life and is now roaming free.

-If Raiden is in control, nothing notable happens, but if it's Jack, he slices the cashier's head in half when the cashier attempted to scan his head, then says with a smirk: "Don't even think about it, I already belong to someone."

-You guys should probably use the self checkout from now on.

[satureja13]

It's been a while since Jeb crushed Sai's world with his revelation. He's avoiding him since and now he fled to the bridge, to fulfill his duty. Rambling about it all with his soulmate Kiyoshi. Jeb: "It was a mistake to start something with him. I'll never be able to live up to his expectations. Should have stayed under that bag and in my garage."

Jeb: "I'll only ever bring him misery and heartache. He'll never be happy with me - and satisfied!" And then he cried again. Kiyoshi: "You know you're the best thing that ever happened to Sai. You got to work on it. No relationship is perfect." Jeb sobbed: "But he deserves it. Deserves better than me - because he is perfect!" Kiyoshi: "You know he's not. Putting him on a pedestal doesn't help either of you. And you know he doesn't like it. This just shoots the expectations in unreachable spheres, hm?"

In the meantime, after their pep talk in Moogie's Bar, not-so-perfect Sai went back to his and Jeb's quarters and locked himself up in the bathroom. To start playing. Because he's a gamer after all! It's now or never.

He picked the smallest of the toys from the latest subscription box and added lots of 'polish'. ... Huh - now that felt weird. Just how the inscription had told him:

'You may feel a little awkward at first but after a few steps you go from beginner to advanced intermediate.'

He just hopes this is true! And he's relieved he doesn't have to experience through this utter awkwardness together with Jeb ö.Ö'

He filled the tub with hot water to soak a bit - and to relax his muscle(s). And to adjust. It's slightly getting better. But still unwonted when he moves. He wiggled a bit to get somewhat accustomed to this. Maybe Jeb was right and they should just continue with all the stuff they usually do? Maybe woohooing just wasn't for them? Each couple is different and they don't necessarily need to do what Jack and Kiyoshi and Ji Ho and Vlad do...

Sai put on a face mask and placed some cucumber slices on his eyes. Eventually he was able to relax and get used to the feeling. It's not that bad actually. And he might have let out a tiny little moan.

And of course that was when Jeb returned to their quarters... and - of course - he heard it. Jeb: "Sai? Are you ok in there?"

Jeb is back already? Sai jumped in the tub, water splashed and electric sparks were tingling up and down his spine from the sudden movement. Sai yelled out in surprise: "Oh gods! Yes!"

Sai cleared his throat, and with a thinner voice he said: "I'm ok!" It was hard to regain his composition and keep himself from getting too excited - but he's determined to save up all these wild sensations for his first time with Jeb. Because, wow! - now he's a believer! Poor Jeb. He's not that dumb and he has a hunch what Sai was doing in there - without him. Because he isn't able to give him what he needs... An ice cold hand was grabbing his heart and squeezed it painfully. Maybe Sai was right and they should just go for it? But how to convince his 'wand'? He utterly refuses to stand up for anything that could hurt Sai...

'I thought love was more or less a giving thing The more I gave the less I got, oh yeah What's the use in trying? All you get is pain When I wanted sunshine I got rain

And then I saw her face Now I'm a believer And not a trace Of doubt in my mind I'm in love I'm a believer I couldn't leave her if I tried'

I'm a Believer - The Monkees

From the Beginning 🔱 Underwater Love 🔱 Latest

Current Chapter: starts ▶️ here Last Chapter: 'Here comes the Sun' from the beginning ▶️ here

📚 Previous Chapters: Chapters: 1-6 ~ 7-12 ~ 13-16 ~ 23-29

[wheelsome]

Klub Outside QnA (701-800).

Important Questions/- (Updates Weekly)

Q701.

2024.11.18

When Hitsugaya and Aizen faced each other in the Seijōtōkyorin (Immaculate Tower Grove - Central 46), Aizen defeated Hitsugaya, but instead of attacking Unohana and Isane, he moved to the Sōkyoku Hill. Was this because Aizen had no chance of winning against Unohana?

A701

2024.11.18

I don't think he felt that he couldn’t win, but he was certain that he will be exhausted.

Q704.

2024.11.25

It’s known that Uryu has been living alone due to the conflict with Ryūken, but do they spend important days together, such as Uryu’s birthday and Kanae’s death anniversary? Also, after the Thousand-Year Blood War arc I don’t care if they still curse at each other, but I want them to at least share a meal from time to time.

A704

2024.11.25

The place where Uryu is seen working at in the final chapter, is the Karakura General Hospital.

Q705.

2024.12.02

I’m a fan of the unfortunate stud that is Shūhei Hisagi. I want to know more about any unfortunate events or sad aspects of his that haven’t been shown/mentioned in any material so far. What do his subalterns think of him? Do they admire him?

A705

2024.12.02

Regardless of whether they admire him or not, there’s no subaltern that dislikes him.

Q706.

2024.12.02

Was Genryūsai Yamamoto never invited to join the Zero Squad? Isn't just founding the Gotei 13 not considered to have "created something"?

A706

2024.12.02

The establishment of the Gotei 13 by him is not regarded as an “invention” or “creation of something new” in the sense required to be evaluated as a major achievement for the Soul Society.

It’s not to say that there hadn’t been any “organized military forces” before Gotei 13, so its establishment was not a unique or unprecedented innovation.

Q709.

2024.12.09

Did Shino and Ryunosuke had more moments planned during the draft stage? In particular, Ryunosuke has color illustrations and even a shot on the front cover where he appears to be standing back to back with Ichigo, so when I was reading Jump at that time, I felt there was a possibility of him taking on the role of the “next generation”.

A709

2024.12.09

In the beginning of the TYBW arc, I wanted to portray Ichigo as the “previous generation”, so I drew Ryunosuke in a way to symbolize the “next generation”. However, in terms of content, Ryunosuke is not the type of character that could inherit anything from Ichigo, so he wasn’t in the position to represent the “next generation”.

Q710.

2024.12.09

Does Urahara’s Shop make good sales? Does the store survive more due to its trade relationship with Seireitei rather than as a candy shop?

A710

2024.12.09

In the past they barely survived on local business, but lately they’ve secured a trade deal with Seireitei so now they’re swimming in money.

Q711.

2024.12.16

Please tell us what Askin had in his sandwich that he was eating while he watched the battle between Kenpachi and Gremmy from a distance.

A711

2024.12.16

Ham, cucumber and mustard.

Q713.

2024.12.16

The release command of Tsuchinamazu is “Good morning!” while the release commands for all other Zanpakutō’s are in the imperative form (order phrases). Is this because Kurumadani is still in the conversational and synchronization stage with his zanpakutō?

A713

2024.12.16

Kurumadani is a rare case of Shinigami who couldn’t subjugate his Zanpakutō and instead inquisitively uses it as if they are friends.

Q715.

2024.12.23

Quilge didn't seem to have much interaction with the other members of the Sternritter but I wonder if there was anyone he was close to. I'm curious about his relationships and whether he was admired.

A715

2024.12.23

Quilge was strict with his students but great when it comes to taking care of them. So, even though he was eccentric and difficult to deal with, he is regarded as someone with great skill and reliability. Most of his students would at-least address him as “san (Mr.)”.

Q716.

2024.12.23

I’ve loved both the past and present Squad 5, so I’d like to ask a question! Since Hinamori is said to be a Kidō master and Aizen is capable of using high-level Kidō in the 90s without incantation (I guess he was hiding his true strength, considering how surprised everyone was at his chantless casting). So, was the 5th Squad originally established as a squad specialized in Kidō?

Also, is Hirako good at Kidō? He was able to spot Aizen through his disguise so, I assume he’s good at sensing reiatsu, therefore maybe he’s also good at Kidō? He also asked Hinamori for treatment so maybe he’s not actually good at it? I feel like I’m in a loop so, please let me know!

A716

2024.12.23

There’s nothing decided on in particular but within Squad 5 there’s the “Kidō Recovery Room”, a facility tasked with the recovery of a certain type of Spiritual Power that is consumed when using Kidō, so it’s rather common for people who are good at Kidō to enter.

Hirako himself is also good at Kidō. But Kaidō requires a special kind of talent, even among Kidō users, which Hirako himself lacks.

Q718.

2024.12.30

I’d like to know about the library system in Seireitei. Does Seireitei use the Nippon Decimal Classification (NDC)? Or does it have its own unique classification system, such as creating special classification for Shinigami skills like Zanpakutō or Hakuda?

Also, are books published in the World of the Living and those issued in Seireitei separated in the library, such as by label colours or similar methods? On that note, do libraries or bookstores in Seireitei even carry books from the World of the Living in the first place? I’m very curious about this!

A718

2024.12.30

The classification system is unique, as it is neither the Nippon Decimal Classification nor the Dewey Decimal Classification, but the classification method itself does not have a name. 

Books published in the World of Living are kept in an annex, and even those found in smaller libraries are stored within separate rooms. Previously, books had to be bought from dedicated bookstores and were expensive, but nowadays, thanks to Kisuke, the distribution volume has increased, making them cheaper and it is becoming possible to read them digitally.

Q719.

2024.12.30

I have a question about the past Squad 9. What was the reason Captain Kensei Muguruma appointed Mashiro Kuna as his Vice-Captain? Considering Kensei’s personality, I can’t help but wonder what qualities of Mashiro he acknowledged that made him choose her as his Vice-Captain.

A719

2024.12.30

Talent. Mashiro is an individual who lives on talent alone.

[shadowcitrine]

We Had a Spa Day

Boondock Saints. Silly/for fun.

Words: 555

Named OC (because I can't write any other way) is dating both of the boys. Connor comes home with food. Not edited.

Connor entered the loft apartment juggling the two bags of food in one hand. Madison was at the counter cutting up a cucumber and Murphy was on the couch, a book in his lap.

Something was off.

It wasn't the fact Murphy was shirtless and reading, and it had nothing to do with Madison who was looking more pleased than normal, it was something else. Something he couldn't put his finger on. He cautiously shut the door taking turns eyeballing the both of them. Madison finished her task and brought the plate over to Murphy and he looked up from his book long enough to gingerly take a slice.

That's when Connor picked it out. “Are your nails green?”

Murphy went pale, eyes opening wide as he answered around a mouthful of food with a sheepish, “No.”

“They are! They're green!”

“Nu-uh!” Murphy sat up. “They're mint.”

“Sage Mint Green.” Madison corrected. She shooed Murphy's legs off the couch and took a seat happily munching away. “We had a spa day!” 

Connor gaped at his brother. “What did she do to you?” He turned to her. “What did you do to him?!”

“We started with masks and cucumbers on the eyes. I did his nails and helped with mine.” She held up her nails for inspection. “See? We match!”

“She turnin’ you into one of those fancy metro-sexuals? Because I'm telling you now woman! You will not have a go at me!”

Murphy shrugged, uncharacteristically unbothered by his brother's jabs. “Turns out hand massages aren't that… bad.”

“The fuck did you do to him?!” Connor gestured at Murphy reaching for another cucumber slice. “I mean look at hi– Did you do his eyebrows too?!” 

Madison beamed. “If it makes you feel better he screamed the whole time.”

“Did not!” He flopped back on the couch rearranging the book in his lap.

“Miss Donnah across the hall nearly phoned for the police.” Madison cleared her throat doing her best accent which was awful at best even without the deepened mocking voice. “‘Aye! Love! Stop it! You're a sadist! If you have any love for me you'll- aaaaah!’”

Shaking his head Connor faked utter disgust. “I don't know who you are anymore.”

“Night's not over yet. He's coming back to my house for a slumber party.”

“A slumber party?” Connor snorted. “Going to braid each other's hair next? Tell secrets about all the cute boys you like?”

This is when Murphy held up the book he was reading. Emblazoned on the front in Papyrus lettering were the words ‘Kama Sutra.’ He didn't even bother to hide his smile. “Three positions.”

Connor's mind went blank. “She bribed you?” He looked to Madison holding up four fingers at his brother. “So when's my spa day?”

“It's not spending quality time together if I have to bribe you.” Madison smiled sweetly. Murphy held up the book to her. “Yeah, that's fine.” 

“It says you need to stretch first.” He frowned at the book.

Madison took the book from him and turned it sideways. “It's fine, I'll help you.”

Murphy's carefully shaped eyebrows shot up nearly to his hairline, his mouth tapering to a silent ‘Oh’ shape. “I don't think I'm meant to bend that way…”

“I reiterate, when is my spa day?”

Madison deepened her voice again, “‘Because I'm telling you now woman! You will not have a go at me!’”

[jaemmphilia]

☾ batshit crazy ☽

☾ synopsis: kyungsoo is getting reeeal tired of your crazy schemes. ☾ featuring: do kyungsoo x gn!reader ☾ prompt: "are you- what the f*ck is that?" ☾ warnings: humor, reader is known for doing crazy things, reader and kyungsoo are married, no pronouns used, but written with a male reader in mind ☾ disclaimer: this is simply a work of fiction and does not represent kyungsoo as a person. ☾ triplejracha, 2024. please do not copy, translate, or upload to other platforms.

read hjenthusiast's version here!

kyungsoo dreads opening the text messages between you and himself. he knows it could only mean that you've done something dumb and need his help getting out of the situation.

kyungsoo reads the message you sent him and he doesn't even stop himself from rolling his eyes.

now, kyungsoo loves you. loving you comes easy to him, he's sure of that. but, of course, every single person has their flaws. yours just so happens to be picking up random animals off the side of the road (where they belong, no matter how injured they might be).

kyungsoo often wonders how he ended up marrying someone as sporadic as you. you often say he's the black cat in the relationship while you are the overly excited puppy. at first, he didn't understand your comparison but as he rereads your message, his eyes scanned the unnecessary abundance of exclamation marks and emojis that don't fit what you sent him.

i got you a present, kyungieeee!!! 🤠🤠🤫🤫😇

kyungsoo feels his heart beat quicker and a soft smile creeping onto his face. now, he might complain about you more than praise you, but at the end of the day, it's you who puts a smile on his face.

kyungsoo steps out of his car and takes a deep breath as he steps up to the front door of his home. he unlocks the door and is welcomed by the heavy scent of spearmint and cucumber. as the pungent scent of the spearmint hits his nostrils, the annoyance he felt on his drive home washes away.

"kyungie, are you home?" your voice calls out to him as he kicks off his shoes and sticks his feet in his houseshoes.

kyungsoo doesn't respond, he only follows your voice and finds you in the living room, lounging on the couch with some...thing swaddled in a baby blue blanket in your arms.

he doesn't even notice that you're holding something in your arms at first, he just starts talking.

"are you- what the fuck is that?"

you gasp dramatically, holding the thing closer to your chest. "kyungie, watch your language around the babies!"

kyungsoo is confused and he can feel a headache coming on. he rubs his temples and decides to approach this calmly. "y/n, you better explain yourself."

"come and look at them while i tell you how i got them!" you adjust your body to show kyungsoo what's in your arms after he plops down beside you.

kyungsoo's eyes go wide as he stares at two smaller pairs of beady black eyes look back at him. "i'm going to ask again. what the fuck are those?"

"they're baby fruit bats! which are also called-" you start saying, but your husband interrupts you.

"i don't want to know. where did you get them?" is kyungsoo's next question.

and you ramble on about how one of your close friends found some abandoned baby bats that need a place to stay and recover. you explain that your heart hurt seeing the poor things so sad and weak, that it was your duty to take care of them when their mother couldn't.

kyungsoo wonders how he married you (he allowed you to keep the baby bats until they were ready to be released).

[rarepears]

So, don't know if you remember that anon that read your fic without being in any fandom (GOT and Solo Leveling)

I'm, of course, a Sung Jinwoo kinnie, his simp, he's my babygirl and I love him, so of course I read it even if I don't like GOT (too much dead, and I always choose the ones fated to die, one season was enough to understand that I was better far away from them)

But I have to admit that half of the time I'm lost with Jinwoo.

Some dragons danced? LOL sounds important, too bad I don't know what it means

All the religious stuff? Who knows what it means, me no, for sure, I also don't care, brain empty just here for the laughs

What I'm saying, is that those people are unnecessary complicated

(That thing they say about Jinwoo doing something with the children and Kevan saying that he shouldn't do that with Tywin- the chapter of the tea party - yeah, Jinwoo and I are equally lost here. What did he do?)

Of course Jinwoo is lost, I'm lost half of the time, and I know what is happening so yeah

Jinwoo isn't just a himbo (he is, but that's not the problem here) that doesn't understand the situation, it's just we need a lot of knowledge to understand how they say hello

Poor Jinwoo, he just wants a meal and looks at the cute lord and ends up marrying and adopting three little psychotic kids (mission failed successfully ig)

Poor Jinwoo 😞

But hey, he gets to eat all the guilt free almonds. He still remembers when almonds were affordable and everywhere. Now though? Almonds are starting to be easy to buy again but it's still so expensive - but not as expensive as it was 10 years ago. Thank goodness for Westeros still growing all the fancy nuts.

(Hey, is there any fic that addresses like the impact of Kamish taking out most of the West Coast of the US?? Because like California produces 80% of the world's supply of almonds. As for pistachios, that's nearly half of the world’s supply and 99% of US production. California is the fourth-largest producer of wine in the world – ranked only behind Italy, France, and Spain. The state produces over 80% of all stone fruit produced in the US, including 70% of the country’s peaches, 95% of its plums, and over 99% of its nectarines.

California is the largest producer of vegetables in the US, accounting for more than 40% of the country’s vegetable acreage. The state has also consistently led the country in vegetable exports, accounting for 52% of the US total during the 2020-21 season. California farmers produce almost all of the US' artichokes, broccoli, cauliflower, garlic, celery, spinach, and carrots. Other vegetables grown include asparagus, bell peppers, sweet potatoes, squash, cucumbers, and snap peas. California’s unique climate also lends itself to year-round lettuce production; more than 70% of the lettuce grown in the United States comes from California.

Anyways, California being burned down and made inhabitable is insane and the ripple effects are everywhere. WHERE IS THAT FIC?!

I guess you can also say that this is spoilers for why I have Jinah buying all the shit and clothes. She REMEMBERS that money means nothing when all it takes is one gate to wipe out nearly an entire world's supple of almonds. Then it doesn't matter how much money you have; there was no almonds for anyone to eat.)

[kumezyzo]

for a fluffy bf sapnap one shot, what if you guys were on stream and reader and sap were arguing, and reader said something that was wrong and chat started calling her out but sapnap was like “what??? I’m the only who’s allowed to say she’s wrong” and then goes onto Wikipedia and changes the fact so that reader is right 😭

okay, so, I changed the request a bit to fit his personality. I hope you dont mind!! 😭😭

anyway, enjoy! or dont :) m.list

"Peach, tomatoes are vegetables. I don't give a fuck if it's technically a fruit, its a vegetable," he said, looking into your eyes longingly despite his joking tone.

"what do you mean 'technically'? it's a fruit! just like how a cucumber is a fruit, my love," you argued back, trying hard not to get lost in his eyes. it was difficult. but as they said, the gods give their toughest battles to their strongest warriors.

"baby... that's definitely a vegetable..." he said softly and with so much sincerity as to not hurt your feelings. then he pulled up a new tab on his monitor.

you scoffed, "yeah, look it up! cause you dont actually know, love."

he shook his head, leaning foreward as he typed in cucumbers into the search bar. he clicked on the Wikipedia page, absent-mindedly putting his hand on your thigh as it loaded. you couldn't help but smile when he started kneading your flesh.

"shit..." he muttered under his breath. you leaned forward and skimmed the page. a smile slowly grew onto your face.

"I told you!!" you said, raising your arms in victory. you grinned at him as he sighed and leaned back in his chair.

"no, fuck that. im changing it."

you let out a laugh as he scrambled to change the information on the page. he replaced the word 'fruit' with 'vegetable'.

when he was done, he sat up and looked at the screen proudly. you shook your head and read the chat. then, you read one that caught you off guard.

"someone said, 'she dumb asf for calling them fruits wtf?' you read out, laughing. "oh, so your viewers are stupid too?"

"wait, who said that?" he asked, looking at his chat more seriously than you thought he would. "no, fuck that."

he reached for his mouse, going to change the information on the page again. you looked at him strangely as he erased what he had written before. he replaced it with 'cucumbers dont exist. there's nothing on this page."

you looked at him like he was crazy before laughing.

"now, no ones right."

good noon. -nony

[tinyletterz]

♡ just relax ! — [ savannaclaw ]

: after long days of school you decide its time for a spa day :

♡— contains: gn! reader, fluff, bathing on jacks part (nothing explicit)

— [ note: listen man i have never been to a spa bear with me 🙏 this has also been the the drafts since forever I’m gonna blame school for that]

—leona kingscholar

♡ honesty, he's used to spas and pampering treatment since he's royalty

♡ pretty neutral about the entire trip, but he will spend money for anything you want to try. seriously, go crazy with his money but he won't make you spend more than what you want and make you feel guilty for spending his money

♡ leona shows you how spas work even if you already know the things that happen in spas. he'll even make up fake words when showing you different areas with that smug grin of his

♡ as soon as his body touches the seat he immediately falls into a light sleep and his tail keeps wacking you (there is no stopping leona)

♡ the workers actually enjoy leona because of the rare conversation he makes with them and because he's pretty much willing to let them do anything

♡ if he's in a deep sleep, feel free to paint his nails any color (he'll know it was you) but he does have pretty nails so there's no harm done

♡ he offers you insight on what would look good for you like with the color of your nails and makeup, but he certainly doesn't say you "need" any of that. but he will plead that you don't pick his nail color and makeup he will be a displeased beastman (do it)

"we should take a photo for your family."

"absolutely not"

—ruggie bucchie

♡ he absolutely is ecstatic to go to a spa: he'll clear his schedule, make sure his homework is up to date, and inform leona where he'll be

♡ you told him he deserves a day off and now his eyes are practically hearts. he totally deserves to be pampered and have the experience of feeling fresh and rejuvenated

♡ at first he's not sure if you guys have enough money combined but leona won't miss a few thaumarks missing right?

♡ he definitely eats the cucumbers they put over his eyes and they'll have to keep slicing more. the workers don't really mind because he makes them laugh and they keep reminding you that you're lucky to be with him.

♡ he's trying all the free stuff like bath scents, body scrubs, free nail polish. he's like a young kid browsing at all the toy options with a wide grin and sparkling eyes

"ruggie, what about this one? it smells nice."

"yes! along with that one over there. or maybe this one? or...

♡ you guys are getting matching nail designs no questions asked. if they get ruined after days of exposure and work, you can both just go right back to the spa. it's a win-win in ruggie's eyes

♡ it doesn't matter if the staff is supposed to apply your face mask he wants to do it himself. he takes pictures of your face covered in different face masks and while he's trying not to laugh it's impossible not to. you do manage to scare him though and the look on his face is priceless

♡ overall, he loved the experience 10/10 will go again but only if you join him. after the day you two go for sweet snacks with the leftover money. he even suggests going right back to the spa after your treat

—jack howl

♡ he would prefer an "at-home" spa date because it's more comfortable for him. what's better than staying at home with the person he cares about while bonding uninterrupted? nothing, absolutely nothing

♡ he's very curious because he's never had spa treatment, nor does he know how to effectively perform spa procedures. he puts a lot of thought into what to buy from the school store that will produce a spa effect

♡ he looks up exactly what spas do and has now become an expert; he even has the candles and aromatherapy all set up. the atmosphere is perfect and things are all set and ready to go. if you can't tell, he's a little nervous he over did things but your reassurance brings life to his tail

♡ master at massages, but please give him a massage as an athlete his muscles will definitely appreciate it!! it's so satisfying to watch the tenseness evaporate from his form.

♡ if you both are comfortable, bubble baths are an absolute must

♡ despite his efforts, his tail is wagging as you apply the face mask. its just so ticklish and cool and his favorite person keeping making silly faces at him, stop that you!

♡ i feel like he might be on the verge of falling asleep is you give him a massage like his muscles are finally all calmed and relaxed and his head just drops?? are his eyes closed??

“hey, hey jack??? are you—“

“huh?! im totally awake i was not sleeping — don’t give me that look!”

♡ over all its a very well-needed quality time activity that jack totally decides to maybe work it in at least once a month since school does take a toll and jack wants you to relax too ☹️

[xecutivecucumber]

Executive Cucumber's Thoughts on the Bad Batch 03x09!

Spoilers under the cut

Apologies for this being late, I worked overtime and then immediately went to rescue my sister and her kids from a car breakdown. I got overwhelmed pretty quick.

I really liked this episode, but as I was in a not great mood when I watched it, I didn't absorb as much as I normally do. (My mood really affects how much I enjoy something, regardless of quality. I was in a foul mood when I first watched Faster and was fairly critical of it. I was wrong.)

This is really the first time we've seen not beautiful weather on Pabu and that's terrifying.

CROSSHAIR IS PART OF A COMMUNITY!!! Have yall considered that he's never been a part of a community before? Like yes, he's has his family, but a community?

'Does it matter? We're not giving her up.' This man. I love this man. If Tech did not already reign Supreme in my heart, I think Crosshair would be my favorite character in Star Wars.

ASAJJ VENTRESS MY QUEEEEEEEEEN

Oh Omega, that story fell apart faster than Hunter's resistance to adopting you.

They leave a space for Tech 💔

Apparently those blood tester things that Qui Gon had were Jedi issue only.

YOU CAN DO IT OMEGA!!! Wrecker, honey, if Omega CAN do it, that means her life gets WAY harder.

They one hundred percent sent Crosshair to look at Tech's data because Hunter and Wrecker can barely do it.

'Go get a flower kid, I gotta beat up your dads'

Okay, I honestly think Hunter doesn't have the time for romance and could honestly see him as asexual, but-

HIS WAIST IS SO SLUTTY. HOW IS IT SO SLUTTY.

I don't think we've seen such well choreographed hand to hand fighting in animated Star Wars. Except maybe that time that Rex absolutely destroyed those Zygerrians. But I might be biased about that.

'SHE'S A WAR CRIMINAL OMEGA' Okay now I need to know what defines war crimes in this universe. Did they have space Geneva?

You know, good thing Echo's not here. He'd probably be WAY more pissed than these three.

'You're naive' says the man who was changed by the child saying people can change.

I love Crosshair's 'oh shoot she's right' face.

Wrecker's little gasp when Ventress looks at them is AMAZING.

I love it when Star Wars is using the Force to connect with animals.

I'm sorry, Hunter girlies, I guess we getting wet hair everyone except Hunter. (Though Ventress looks SO GOOD)

VENTRESS YOU QUEEN I LOVE YOU YOU'VE COME SO FAR (I haven't read dark disciple but my sister has, and she informed me that Vos' Dark Side training by Ventress culminated in him summoning a water monster and killing it. This is such a beautiful parallel that she calms it.)

Crosshair helping Omega on is my everything.

I really love that Crosshair has decided to give Ventress a chance, because he was given a chance. (And also I lowkey ship them in a one night stand kinda way. Crossajj is such a good ship name too)

DAD DUO.

I don't think Ventress is lying when she says Omega isn't Force sensitive. Omega doesn't show ANYTHING in this episode that implies that she's sensitive. Yes, she uses Batcher, but she'd trained Batcher with normal friend methods. I think that Ventress stops the testing prematurely before she can be more sure, because she sees the possibly unhealthy attachment the Batch have. It might also be to protect Omega to not know for sure. My personal theory is that Omega is slightly more sensitive than the average clone, but not to any natural talent degree.

Oh gosh, I'm so scared for the next few episodes. Ventress gives them such a clear warning. This episode did such a good job of getting the tension tight again.

I know some people call this episode redundant, but the characters NEED this in order to catch up. We as an audience knew that M Counts meant midichlorians. But the Batch had no idea. Sometimes, we need to let the main characters catch up with us.

(This is also why Tech as CX-2 works on a reveal level because the mystery isn't for us, it's for the characters)

But yeah, a great episode! I'm terrified for everything and everyone!

A quick note- I've seen people say that it's too late in the season for Tech to return. I'd like to remind you that it took exactly two episodes in season 2 to get us behind Crosshair's redemption. They can do a lot in a few episodes.

[sunnylands-world]

could you do a fic where the reader goes to one of Aidan's events with him and she's really socially anxious so he stays close to her and there's so many people talking to/taking pictures of Aidan and she experiences some sensory overload and Aidan can tell she's upset and later he apologizes for the amount of people there and they cuddle? you don't have to if you don't want to, thanks!

Twisted fingers

Pairing: Aidan Gallagher x fem reader

Summary: you attempt to go with Aidan to his event only to see that the light of fame isn't for you at all…

Word count: 1'310

Warning: panic attack, social anxiety, paparazzi are assholes

Universe: famous boyfriend?

A/n: I'm honestly so glad to see a request for Aidan. He deserves more love and less hate. He's an amazing actor and he does great as five Hargreeves in tua. So thank you for the request. I hope you like it, I mixed up what you asked for a bit though I'll be honest. ♡

He knew how bad this was. He'd never put you in a position like this but you wanted to be supportive. All the other celebrities' girlfriends we're and so you went. See Aidan's career had its ups and downs like all of them and unfortunately that meant hate and love.

He'd been called scary looking and told he couldn't sing so your support was everything to him even if he wouldn't say it. you came first, that's just how Aidan was as a boyfriend. You could feel your heart locked in your chest and you tried to ignore it.

"You don't have to do this. I won't be upset I promise," Aidan announced from behind you, leaned against the wall as they sized you up for the dress to match his look. You fixed a hopefully convincing smile on your face.

"I'm going Aidan you're always supporting me and I should do the same. plus my therapist says to try and do these things so I can break out of this fear." You inhaled as your voice quivered. Aidan moved from the wall taking steps towards you and you eyed him in the mirror. His green eyes seemed to be a tad bit lighter, they always were when he was around you. That made your heart swell seeing the little things change about him when he was around. "You're the best" he sighed "but just so you know I'm not gonna be upset if you can't take it. I'll be proud of you, remember that. Don't be afraid to come find me if we aren't close and it gets too much. I'll come to you," He promised, wrapping his arms around your waist as he looked at your reflection.

"Mr. Gallagher I know you love your girlfriend but I can't do my job with you trying to touch her right now," the stylist stated slightly glaring. Your cheeks blushed a bit as he released you moving back.

"I'll see you at the car" he called, pulling the door open to leave. You nodded before looking back at yourself.

“I just hope I'll be able to do this, no I can do this!”

𖠌𖠌𖠌𖠌𖠌𖠌𖠌𖠌𖠌𖠌𖠌𖠌𖠌𖠌𖠌𖠌𖠌𖠌𖠌𖠌𖠌𖠌𖠌𖠌𖠌

The car ride consistencted of a hand on your thigh rubbing reassuringly across your dress that matched Aidan's black suit with the white undershirt. your look was more white than his but the stylist thought you should be wearing more white than black. The car came to a stop where the other cast members were arriving. You hesitated on the door handle looking at everyone outside, Aidan noticed locking your fingers with a squeeze to your hand.

"Hey can you take her-" he started only for you to interrupt.

"No!" The driver and Aidan looked at you.

"Baby if you want to go I understand it's fine,-"he begins

"No! It's not. I can't just keep turning around and running, I have to try at some point." you opened the door, stepping out before he could say anything facing towards the crowd and you begin to regret getting out without him…

The lights flashed blinding anything in your sight and they just kept coming before being followed up with questions. You pulled your hand up covering your face. You weren't sure how they did it [celebrities] with all these questions. who did you answer? How were they cool as cucumbers with so much flashing in their direction? Aidan made his way around the car wrapping his hand around you. He moved forward walking past all the paparazzi ignoring their questions with polite smiles and you tried to keep up in the uncomfortable heels you were wearing.

He makes his way to the carpet seeing the others. He smiled and hugged his friends and talked with them a bit. You could swear you were sweating on your dress and your heart only shook worse in it's cage as you thought about every little thing that could go wrong.

Did I put on enough deodorant?

Can they see the sweat on this black silk?

Before you knew it Aidan had been pulled away.

He gave you an apologetic look and you mouthed for him to go. It was his event of course he couldn't be by your side forever right? You tried to not look like you were bothered by the people around you, moving about and you hoped you looked normal.

Do I look normal?

Are people watching me and think I'm weird and stand out?

You were never big on smiling with teeth, you hadn't quite practiced enough for you to like it even though Aidan said you looked beautiful when you didn't try to hide your teeth when giggling or smiling. He always said you were beautiful.

"[Name] are you the reason Aidan and his ex broke up?"

"Did he cheat with you?"

"Are you the one who Forged into their love life like an obsessed fangirl after Aidan?"

"no it-it wasn't like that!" You snapped. For some reason when things affected you, you felt the need to rush and explain. Like your sentences were on a timer and if you didn't say what you had to you never would be able to. The problem was your voice seemed to fade in and out.

A Radio with a bad connection pissing off the listener, only now your voice was the radio and you were the listener. If that wasn't enough your skin trailed with goosebumps and shivered like it was cold out. Your breathing seemed to struggle almost as though it was blocked like water on a river stopped by Branches.

You tried to focus on it and tell yourself you needed to breathe but then you focused too much. You could feel the slow flow of air through your chest and the soft pressure on your lip as it released before all of sudden you didn't have enough air.

Submerged under water about to suffocate you begin to suck in the air in panic. Your eyes were wide in fear. Not only were you on the red carpet but the pictures continued. The flashing seemed to enhance the need to breathe but you had lost your balance when a hand, one that was familiar, caught you. You looked up seeing his Forest green eyes.

"That's it, just focus on me. look at me," Aidan said, shielding you from the greedy eyes of the paparazzi looking for a story.

He rested his hand on your knee giving you an encouraging look.

"You know what to do. Bring your knees to your chest and rest your Head against them." Doing as told Aidan gave you praises as he rubbed a hand on your back. Your breathing began to regulate and you shut your eyes, sighing.

"Aidan?" You called

"Yes?

"I wanna go home," you said, still not meeting his gaze.

He tilted your head up by the chin and a warm smile awaited you.

"Take my hand?" He says holding his hand out for you. You nod nervously standing.

"I'm so proud of you" he announced getting into the car. You look over puzzled but say thank you anyway cause the brunette to let out a laugh.

He pulls you closer wrapping an arm around so you're snuggled into his side as he kisses your forehead, then looks forward.

"I'm sorry about all of that," he inhales, letting out a very much weighted exhale.

"The parazzi are…" he trailed off trying to find the word

"Assholes?" You giggled.

"Yes," he laughs, squeezing you tighter.

"The pictures will be everywhere," you sigh, leaning in closer for some reason hoping this will erase the worries of tomorrow.

"I'll handle that" he promised and Aidan never broke his promises to you unless he had no choice, and sure enough when you got home Aidan made a phone call and you never saw an article about it anywhere.

[michixoxo]

"𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙨/𝙤?"

how would the main male cast like to be treated by their s/o?

John

with understanding and compassion

the only way he could really be in love with his s/o is if they didn't judge him for who he is or what he's done in the past.

cripple arc john would appreciate his s/o to not be ashamed of his power level (or the one he's masquerading as anyway) more than just being a turn off, it would make him upset to see that you're just like the rest of them. self-centered and vain.

king john only wants one thing. your loyalty. and is that too much to ask?

don't speak to sera. don't speak to remi, blyke or isen. and don't you dare even look in arlo's direction. fool me once, shame on you. fool me twice, shame on me. john's been betrayed twice already, and he'll be striked down by a lightning bolt before he ever gives you the opportunity.

Arlo

honestly, he low-key wants to be babied.

like strong, responsible, accountable, and unbreakable arlo would love nothing more than be able to unwind with his s/o in his apartment and take a nap on their lap.

if he's comfortable enough with you then even the way he talks will be different. reverting to a softer, warmer tone of voice than his usual one.

he'll look up at you with his pretty blue eyes and say some shit like "can i lay on your lap?" with the sweetest most sleepy voice and be dead serious

he's always been seen as the one to take care of everyone so if you even do something small like bring him lunch for school he'll be absolutely overjoyed.

though his resting bitch face won't allow you to notice.

Blyke

he'd never tell you this but his ego definitely likes to be stroked

make the mistake of telling him he looks nice and it'll be ringing in his head all day and night.

he also blushes very easily so it isn't hard to figure this out.

maybe you start to use this to your advantage, calling him so handsome and strong while holding onto his arm and batting your eyes. he'll turn to puddy in your hand.

its only until after he does what you want that he snaps out of it, berating his brain for melting into absolute goo for you.

but in a way, he kinda loves it.

especially if you praise him afterwards with your pretty smile. then its more than okay.

Isen

you're his partner in crime.

you're the once he goes to when he needs help with the press club, schoolwork, etc.

so, he'd want you to not only be down for anything but also be generous with your time and energy.

he knows he's not the easiest partner but he's also not the worst

i mean, have you seen the other options? your pickings are slim.

he'd want to be able to share anything and everything with you without worrying if you'd break his trust or get upset at him depending on the information.

you guys probably spend saturdays in his dorm where he just gossips about everything he's heard this week while you file his nails with face masks and cucumbers on.